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shxwmaster · 4 years ago

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anonymous asked: Some angst ponderings for you - what would be the reaction if Shaw ever got an order from SW for whatever reason that entailed killing Flynn? Or perhaps a 'horrific vision'-esque nightmare where he saw himself doing it?

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Bless you anon, this is something I’ve been wanting to find time to talk about for AGES now.

Before I answer, I’m going to back up a moment and once again draw attention to his history to VanCleef which I know I can NOT stop talking about —— his best friend, childhood friend, student, lover, who then became an enemy of the state, of which Shaw chose his loyalty to Stormwind over him, directed the SI:7 to dismantle the Defias Brotherhood, and had a hand in VanCleef’s overall death. This is something that still haunts him, and canon implies on various occasions his guilt over it

( see: EA:EK, Flynn noting that Shaw went to the Deadmines to pay his respects

see: Horrific Vision Shaw, where the original script was you work with Vanessa VanCleef to stop Overlord Shaw, who’s running the Defias Company

see: Shaw’s Faceless Mask of the Pained, which reads: “ His lost passions, lost loves are all gone, crushed under his own duty and loyalty to the crown. Nothing is left, nothing but the pain. ” )

Shaw is finally giving himself this chance to have something for himself, something that he wants. He’s allowing himself to love and be loved, and though he’s still prioritizing his work ( terror by torchlight has flynn stating that he’s hardly seen him, despite the fact that they’re dating by this point ) he’s still taking the time he can to be with him. He’s utterly in love, he adores Flynn, he’s genuinely happy with him. He hasn’t had this in over a decade, he’s denied himself this for so long.

For Stormwind to now tell him to kill him? To do the same thing he’d done once before? In service of the kingdom? Again? You want to ask him to do that again?

He will not.

Flynn Fairwind is the ONE!! THING!! PERSON!! He WANTS to keep. He asks for ONE THING, ONE, and you want to take that from him? After he’s given everything? He was a child soldier for Stormwind, he’s murdered for Stormwind, he killed VanCleef for Stormwind, he’s upheld this rotten system because it’s all he’s known, you’re going to take the one thing he asks for?

Mathias will not repeat that same mistake again.

HONESTLY! I have been utterly, utterly OBSESSED with the very idea of Shaw deciding to break his rules, his code, for something personal. This man has NOTHING personal going on for him, I want him to fight to keep what he has, to push back that system that’s held him by this leash. He’s older and wiser, he knows what’s worth it and what’s not, he’s a little more willing to put his foot down. Mathias will NOT kill Flynn, he will not harm him, he will not hunt him, he will not obey any command from the Alliance that says he must hurt Flynn in any way.

Doesn’t matter if there’s a valid reason. Doesn’t matter if maybe Flynn did go dark side. Doesn’t matter what Flynn did to prompt the order.

That’s love, baby.

Considering everything Mathias has done for SW, it’s possible he could ( albeit with some difficulty ) figure out a way to maintain his position, integrity, AND preserve Flynn’s livelihood, but he’s fine with letting all of it go, running away. Did we not just spend the entirety of Shadows Rising reading about how he’s yearning, longing to run away from it all and just chill out in his cabin with this Kul Tiran he’s head over heels for? Him questioning who the hell he’d be if Pathonia hadn’t chosen Stormwind for him? Him wanting something different, to get away from this life he knows? Did we not get an entire new book that’s just the two of them venturing through the Eastern Kingdoms together because Shaw found safety and comfort in Flynn and wanted him to come with him? He’s good at his job, but he doesn’t want this life. He wants something nicer, something domestic, and he, at least in his daydreams, can see that vision with Flynn. Of COURSE he will be willing to throw away loyalty to keep this ONE. GOOD. THING. HE HAS IN HIS LIFE.

And who can stop Shaw? Really, who’s going to stop him? This master assassin, this child soldier born and raised under the blade? It took a DREADLORD to take him down, a fucking dreadlord — you think Stormwind can take him out? The Alliance will suffer without him, and won’t be able to eliminate him OR Fairwind if Shaw goes rogue to protect him. ( haha goes rogue )

Anyways, to answer your other question:

Shaw is very susceptible to Void, and the way I play out the whole N’Zoth era / horrific visions is that Shaw actually had many Void-induced nightmares, and has actually seen the exact Horrific Visions of Stormwind that we play through in-game. He has caught glimpses of himself as Overlord Shaw, how he took over these sections of Stormwind and reestablished the Defias Brotherhood, locked himself up in paranoia, attempted to murder Valeera, he’s seen some of these, he knows what he’s capable of as a servant of N’Zoth. It scared him. It still haunts him.

Nightmares like this, that would make him see himself killing Flynn? Shaw wouldn’t even SLEEP anymore. I don’t even think he’d talk about it, about these nightmares ; he’d just suddenly, quietly, be more present and protective over Flynn, spending more time with him to ensure that see, here, here he is, not dead, alive, see, you did not kill him, he’s okay — he wouldn’t mention why he’s suddenly all over him, but it’s apparent that it’s because he’s scared, and now, he can’t sleep unless he knows all is fine.

Shaw worries a LOT about him and his relation to the Void and Shadow, especially since, as a rogue, he’s capable of using moderate shadow powers for stealth. He tries to avoid using it, sticking to traditional methods of stealth and resorting to magic under intense circumstances, since using Shadow to conceal himself exposes his fragile mental state to the Void, making him susceptible to corruption. ( see once again, the Mask of the Pained ). It’s certainly a fear of his that one day he’ll make the wrong step, and those Horrific Visions will come to pass. At least the fall of N’Zoth eases his consciousness just a bit.

But Shaw would certainly lose a lot of sleep over this. Even if it wasn’t a Void!nightmare, he’d still be freaked and theorize it could be. He does not want to lose Flynn. He is so, so wildly protective over him.

#missive: inbox #profile: intel #si report: headcanon #file: fairwind #5 #this token of us this calamus root ; fairshaw #preemptive strike ; queue #( eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee THANKS FOR THE ASK I LOVE IT )

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poorlytunedukulele · 2 years ago

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Prompt 10 - The Ghost of You

Note: This is actually a little sneak peek of the next chapter of Curses. Have fun! ;)

June 11, 2960; The Last City, Earth

Azra saw them everywhere in the systems. All of the filenames for Io had been changed- they now read Ayooo_Pat_Map or Scan_Requests_Ayooo_YEAR. She found Cayde’s extensive list of People To Not Put On Patrol Together (and his even more extensive list of People To Try And Set Up Together). Tallulah Fairwind’s Ghost had started a Guide to the Feeding and Care of the Hunter Vanguard- each subsequent Vanguard’s Ghost had given updates or funny little anecdotes. Charin and Sundance’s entries gave Spark a sharp pang of his own grief.

It was too much. Azra took a snapshot of the database as it was, then reset it to its base template. She stared at it for a long time- a fresh slate, she thought to herself. (A petty act of destruction, seeking vengeance against the office.)

Then she got to work. She updated all of the maps, adding in ones the official Vanguard archive didn’t have- defunct Fallen dens, an incomplete survey of Crota’s Throne World, dozens of baren icy objects in the Kuiper Belt that nobody really cared about. She revived the old list of People To Not Put On Patrol Together and added a few of her own observations.

Then she sat back and looked at it all again like she was surveying a freshly-built camp. Spark was rooting through his own personal files, looking for anything else that might be of use.

He found something, something that made him sad. A second later, he uploaded a plain text document. It hadn’t been updated in almost a year. Azra opened it in curiosity.

Of all the inventions Humanity has made, the dry-erase board really is the most remarkable.

Oh. It was the list of bad jokes she’d kept for Andal. She’d started it before the Vault. She always worried Andal would get bored sitting alone all day and resolved to keep a cache of corny humor for the off times. She still added to it on occasion.

Spark shuffled through the old Vanguard Hunter database and pulled up another file- a list of bad jokes Andal had kept. There were plenty in there she’d sent him, but he’d made a subsection for new ones to send back to her.

Azra looked back at the old database and saw it- the home Andal had made for himself, away from all of them. The home Cayde had made. The silly filenames Andal had made as a secret joke- the ones that Cayde had kept. The ridiculously overcomplicated patrol scheduling system- clearly a work of Andal’s genius. The giant ‘MISC’ folder Cayde had thrown all of his documents in- because of course he knew where they were, even if he had to root around for twenty minutes to actually find them, telling him to clean up just made him stubborn.

There was more than just the two of them- Ainsel Leagh had started a tally of Consensus topics (they really liked talking about infrastructure repair, it seemed). Kauko Swiftriver apparently had a hand for drawing- there were caricatures of almost every Tower figure of his time. Caliban-8 had left a series of images- first a few snapshots of a ceiling somewhere, then a progression of half-melted knives sprouting out of the center beam until the thing bristled like a porcupine. There were dozens of edits and compilations of clips pulled straight from the Vanguard Feed. There were lists of ideas for Dares and plausible excuses to get out of obligations. There was a trove of reviews for the various eateries in the City.

It was a dozen voices calling out from the void of the past, saying I was here. I mattered. I wasn’t just another cog in the machine. You aren’t, either.

Azra reinstated the old database, then went about re-doing her map updates and additions.

She sat and looked at it again. It was… better. Not right. Not even good- there was still too much of them in it, it hurt her heart to look at. But it was better.

AO3 Linky!

#destcember #destcember2022 #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny fanfiction #who knew file organization systems could hold so much angst in them?

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wisteria-lodge · 4 years ago

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Thank you @moirindeclermont for tagging me!!

The Game: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). I just went with all of the stories that I currently have saved on the laptop that I am currently using See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some authors!

1. So Cas’ new thing was foreplay. Not that Dean was complaining. But the thing was… sometimes on a hunt, there was really only time for a quickie, and, well… (SPN. Working title: A British Asshole and Some Vampire Dick - Dean/Cas/Benny/Ketch)

2. It had worked. Dean still couldn’t believe that it had worked. Sam’s insane plan, the Hail Mary message he’d sent to Ketch - like seriously, Ketch? (SPN. Working title: Freaky Angel Sex 101 - Dean/Ketch; Dean/Cas)

3. Sam didn’t know exactly when Amelia Novak started trusting him. (SPN. Working Title: Soft Limits - Sam/Balthazar, Sam/Balthazar/Amelia Novak)

4. “If you’re still alive in there, still can’t sleep and want my help. Open up. Or don’t. It’s up to you.” (SPN. Hard Limits- Sam/Balthazar)

5. As Dean watched, the lights in the little diner across the street went out. (SPN. As Time Goes Bi - Dean/Eliot Ness)

6. Dean kissed Cas. The night was quiet, the neighborhood empty, they were somewhere on the outskirts of Kansas city. (SPN. Edging - Dean/Cas/Jimmy)

7. All right John. I’m going to start by trying to define a concept that we don’t really have in English. (Untitled fantasy project. Didn’t really have a plot, but it did have a very elaborate magic system, as I’m sure you can tell from this opening.)

8. “You’re not a religious man, are you Mr. Silvas?” (Untitled, but I liked this one. It was about a psychic teenager being used as a military interrogator, told from the point of view of her bodyguard)

9. In the days after I left school - Father made a fuss at the time, but he didn’t mind, he couldn’t afford it in any case - I went to live with my brother in London. (Fantasy set in a late Victorian England where changelings are a thing, and they fit very neatly into the whole Spiritualism craze)

10. So I'm sitting in the window of a bar in Brooklyn, a real bar. Not somebody’s front room with two tables and a thing of moonshine in the middle. (Off-World - Murder mystery set in a future New York conquered by aliens, detective is a human secret policeman working for the aliens.)

11. MI-5 INTERNAL MEMO. ENCLOSED DOCUMENTS FOUND IN FIRST M’S PRIVATE PAPERS, FILE MARKED ‘VULCAN.’ THEY HAVE FAR-REACHING IMPLICATIONS. PLEASE ADVISE. (Complicated cross-over I was commissioned to write, didn’t really go anywhere. Basic idea is that Spock is the father of Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes, and Moriarty is the only one who knows.)

12. The sunset Blue arrived, Fairwind was looped into her harness, lying on her family’s balloon. (Skytribes - I didn’t pick the name - YA bronze age airship setting. Ghostwriting gig, didn’t really go anywhere.)

13. Why hello. No, I’m afraid this isn’t the bar you’re looking for. This is the Dazzled Ion. The Ion Dazzler is on the other side of the ring. You’re already late? Ah, forget it. (Damocles Clash: Intergalactic Repo Man - a podcast I wrote for that’s still bouncing around out there, probably. I have very… mixed feelings about it)

14. TWO MARINES, Privates RAMIREZ and GORMAN stand watch at a private security checkpoint. No one is around. They look bored. (Yeah, this was the opening of an NCIS spec script)

15. An ARMORED CAR FLIES though the wall, SHATTERING concrete and metal. BYSTANDERS scatter and cower, keeping their distance from the car covered with fist-shaped dents. (Capes & Robbers - webcomic that never got off the ground; minor supervillains with unimpressive powers run a heist on Lex Luthor.)

Patterns: my god I am so glad I’m not a freelancer anymore.

Favourite: I still do really like 10, I think it sets up a lot about the complicated setting & main character extremely quickly. And 15 has such a boring start, should have just cut that first scene, second scene was a much better opening.

But I’m just noticing how FUN all the SPN opening lines are, compared with the others. I really do have fic writing to thank for making writing fun again. (and thanks @niche-pastiche , I hope posting the teases is okay ;) )

I tag @nectargrapes @laufire @persefoneshalott and whoever else sees this, and wants to do it. I *know* that a lot of my followers are writers, even if you do use anon to post questions about writing & characters.

#personal #tag game #writing #fic #fic teases #supernatural

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soliamurr · 4 years ago

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WIP Sampler Basket (carefully curated)

So, tehcnically you’re supposed to pull the titles of everything in your wip folder, but A- i have a much more detailed computer filing system than that, and B- thenumber of wip fics on my computer alone (not counting those in notes elsewhere, or vague sketched outlines of ideas) is disugstingly huge. (Much like @blackkatmagic who tagged me) So!

A curated sampling to ask me about, from my more popular-ish fandoms. Shoot me an ask with the wip name and I will give a snippet, a small summary, a shitty but hilarious summarizing tagline or some combination of the above. Each “paragraph” is a different general fandom:

Team Swap AU hollow and faceless/the lies we tell ourselves Asura-verse dream big, live well, die prosperous 🐮😚🤠 Hatake & Orochimaru Family Drama Soap Opera we've got too much history

Area Man Forcibly Adopted by Several Children

Sentinel AU look i'm trying to make time (now that you and everyone's watching) Eurus

Sergeant Fairwind's Country Hicks Club Reeve's Server AU

EoHACWoHBS For want of a colander

Blind!Noah

Life is Sweeter Start Again Let's Call the Whole Thing Off (electroswing remix) A Ribbon of Moonlight

State vs. David Ongoco

Neo Olde Tokyo

No Church in the Wild BOHICA Separatist Clones/Wrath of Khan AU Lucien Palpatine Malfunction 66 Nexu!Verse Georgian/Victorian Pastoral

#fanfiction #sol writes eclectic stuff #meme

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 5 years ago

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A View To A Winchester (Part 17)

Series Page

Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle.

Section Word Count: 5,800

Section Content: fluff, flirting, angst, nightmare, PTSD, smut, R-rated language, all the sex

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Dean had been merciful to her - or mean, depending on how you look at it - and kept his t-shirt and boxer briefs on when they prepped to share his bed. “Should grab you something in case you don’t want to sleep naked.” He offered. “I won’t talk you out of it, though.” Her heart almost exploded when he dug the red plaid flannel out of his closet. He remembered me mentioning that one. She could tell by the smirk on his face when their fingers glided over each other for the exchange.

She’d tugged off the skirt and kept on her panties. Once the shirt was buttoned over her chest she performed that age old magic trick and extracted her bra from the sleeve. He smiled, dipped into what was obviously his preferred side of the bed, and tapped the mattress. A stretched arm readied to cradle her. She curled in, careful not to hit him with a faceful of her hair which she’d normally have in a ponytail to sleep. I’ll give him this tonight, since he likes it down. He was the big spoon in this particular scenario, the other arm draped around her waist, locking her into position. She sighed. Just the right amount of warmth.

Her heart sped at the closeness. Anticipation built, expecting the inevitable exploration of her skin, curves, folds, wetness. She waited, trying to regulate the stilted breath. That’s when it happened.

Dean snored.

His heavy, steady breathing blew near her ear.

Hero, yes. Superhero? Eh. Still falls asleep pretty quickly after an orgasm. Poor guy. It certainly took a lot out of him. A smile crept over her lips. God, his face was absolute perfection when he came. If a look can trigger ovulation, that did it.

She closed her eyes and took in the scents of the room along with sounds of Dean slumbering. The underlying spice and mix of whatever pheromone Dean gave off sleeping next to her was heady and made it hard to smell much else. Even his sweat is a turn-on. She focused to pick out the other odors layered beneath. Bourbon, leather, something metallic, and maybe gunpowder?

The desk lamp had been left on, forgotten. Her gaze returned to the tiny pictures on top of the simple oak dresser. She wanted to get a better look at his family in the morning. Wanted to ask why he never mentioned his mom. Nothing recent. Old pictures. Old memories. Old heartaches? Maybe she left a long time ago? Died? The thought made her heart ache for the little boy who looked so happy in his mom’s embrace.

She was on edge from having given him head, expecting Dean to finish what they’d started quite soon after. She was slippery and swollen between her legs. Julie always enjoyed that particular act; especially with Steve, who’d been fairly well-endowed himself. But, not as big or pretty as Dean’s. Never thought I’d call a penis pretty.

Dean adjusted, curled up even tighter against her. His dead weight leaned into her. The sounds of his breathing; the promise of him being inside her; they all made it difficult to drift off to sleep. But she did. Eventually.

Julie shifted the car into Park once she found a good spot in the shopping center lot. Ina had pointed out her own car down the row. Her forlorn expression from the passenger seat stared out the windshield. “He’s such a friendly boy. He’ll run to just about anyone willing to show him a lick of affection.”

“Don’t assume the worst. There could be a good samaritan who’s taking great care of him right now.”

Ina sighed. She was such a tiny, slim little thing, even shorter than Julie’s mom. The compact car seat she occupied appeared massive in comparison. “You’re right. And, it hasn’t even been a day yet since he got out of the yard.”

Julie unbuckled her belt. “Where did you say you live again?”

Ina wrapped a few strands of her long and shiny, raven-colored hair behind an ear. Her mocha brown complexion was flawless, ageless. Julie was curious as to how old she actually was. “Um, just down the road in Fairwind.”

“Nice neighborhood. I couldn’t find anything available when I was looking months ago.”

Ina only nodded.

Julie waited, expecting a dump of information. She’d only met this woman three times, but she’d been a flood of words the other two instances. When there was none, Julie cleared her throat. She had a busy day ahead. And a man she was dying to see later. “Well, how about you grab me some flyers so I can drop them off at a few places?”

“Yep, I’ve got ‘em in the back seat.” Julie nodded, expecting her to exit, retrieve, and bring them back. All of a sudden, Ina burst into tears. Her narrow shoulders dropped forward and hands covered her face. “My Cocoa Bear.”

God, she was taking it really hard. Julie patted her on the shoulder. “It’s going to be alright, Ina. Come on, I’ll walk you to your car. Sooner we get them posted, the sooner you get him back home.”

She sniffled, stared at Julie, and nodded. “Okay.”

The day was sunny, warm and a tad humid. Julie shut her car door and followed Ina to her spot. A good workout would focus the tension and excitement she was battling within her mind. The night before had been restless. All she’d thought about was Dean, his hands, mouth, and that voice encouraging her to let go and whispering filthy promises before Cas showed up.

The chirp as Ina unlocked the car door melted Dean’s green eyes from Julie’s vision. Ina opened the back door and motioned to the seat. “Got a whole box full. Spent most of the morning at the copy store.” She was still sniffling. “Take as many as you want.”

Julie smiled and leaned in. A strong whiff of incense hit her nose. The back seat was not the tidiest. She drifted back to being in Dean’s immaculate Baby the night before. She lifted the lid off the folder box and grabbed a handful. The black lab’s smiling, panting face stared back from the papers. “Cocoa certainly has a great mom.” The offhand comment left Julie’s lips as she pulled out of the car and turned back to face Ina.

“I’ll be sure to tell him that.” Ina smiled and grabbed Julie’s wrist. The touch was strong and quite unexpected from the petite woman. A flash of blue filled in the black irises of Ina’s eyes. Julie shook her head. Maybe she was more exhausted than she thought. Her mouth opened at the strange henna colored markings emerging, pushing through Ina’s skin. She felt cold. A stinging. Like bees. “Such a help you’ve been, Julie.” Her eyes flashed electric again. “Hm. You’re going to taste so sweet.”

Julie woke, gasping for air in the low light. The arms wrapped tight around her were huge. Her heart pumped. She heard the snort behind her and slowly recognized the space.

Dean.

He stirred and grunted, pulled her closer. “Hm.” It was not a moan of concern. He sounded content.

What the hell was that shit?

“Jules?” His lips were by her ear now. “Okay?” His deep voice scratched out the question.

She nodded into the pillow, feeling his biceps clench under her neck. “Yeah. I’m good. This-this is nice.” She brushed the hairs along his forearm. “I’m... just going to go use the bathroom.”

He pecked at her neck. His head dropped back. “This is nice.” He affirmed in a far away voice. She slithered out from under his embrace and stood by the side of the bed, inspecting his relaxed face. Closed eyes, slightly parted lips. “Coming back?”

“Of course.” She whispered, frowning at the question. “Go back to sleep, Dean.”

“K.” He nudged his nose into the pillow. The sight made her heart ache. He looked peaceful, younger, cares washed away if only for a short while. She wondered how soft and still his cheeks and lips would feel then, not clenched in heated anticipation or want. He floated into his own dreamland. She wondered as she spotted his eyes tracking something under his lids. But she didn’t dare disturb. Something tells me you deserve all the good dreams, Dean Winchester.

Julie tiptoed out of the room, grabbing her phone off the desk before she left, and headed into the bathroom. She clicked on the overhead light, shut the door and sat on the toilet seat. Cool porcelain against the back of her thighs was reminiscent of Ina’s frigid grasp in her dream. Nightmare? Memory? What the hell was that? A shiver started at her shoulders and trickled down her spine. She sat up straight.

One of the way too long sleeves drooped over Julie’s hand. Bringing the fabric up to her nose, she inhaled the embedded Dean scent under the detergent. The inhales and exhales dragged out slow.

Her eyes took in the functional, clean surroundings of his nicely updated bathroom. Modern, smokey grey subway tiles, lined with a lighter grey grout, had been installed with care on the floor. Her toes dug into the cushioned powder blue rug that ran the length of the walk-in shower and ended in front of the throne. Actually a pretty comfy seat.

There were fancy chrome faucets and sprayers behind clear, pristine glass doors. Those doors were a pain to clean at the old house. I was always lazy about that. Got dull and filmy. But, these? Not a water spot to be spotted. Impressive. A veined grey and white marble shower interior looked sleek and expensive. A pedestal sink and rather large mirror resided next to a repurposed bookcase storing rows of plushy grey and white towels, toiletries and male necessities. She made a mental note of the cologne he wore. The robe on the door hook produced a grin. He’d look like Hugh Hefner in that.

I wonder if he did all these updates. If not, he paid someone a decent amount of cash to renovate and make it really nice. Was it in horrible condition when he moved in or is this a really important space for him? File that question away for later.

The nosey inventorying of Dean’s bathroom had distracted her. She then realized she should probably pee and dropped her panties and situated for the task. Her hands grabbed the forgotten phone lying nearby on the tile. She rifled through messages. There had been a handful from Cat, who’d been checking up on her daily since finding out about the ordeal.

How you holdin’ up? Let me know if you want me to bring Sal and Pep by to run amok in your backyard.

I’m not sure if this is going to help… found something, I think, related to Dean.

Check in with me soon, K?

I think it’s important for you to have all the details.

Ciao Bella.

Her stomach flipped at the one line she read over and over. I’m not sure if this is going to help… found something, I think, related to Dean.

“No.” She whispered. “Shit.” She wanted to remain ignorant. Live in this fantasy space with him for a little longer. Reality was only going to complicate things and make her question everything.

Maybe, though… maybe this is fate intervening.

She groaned.

But, he’s hot and sweet and even makes grumpy sexy. Makes me laugh. Makes me feel safe. What details are going to change all of those inherently authentic things about him?

Maybe it’s something about his family. His mom. Could fit some pieces together.

A low rap on the door shot her head up. “Jules? You okay in there?”

“Y-yeah.” She squeaked out. “Why?”

“Been gone twenty minutes.”

Shit. She frowned, stood, and pulled her panties up. A quick flush and washing of hands followed.

Upon opening the door, a wary smile met her in the dark hallway. Dean leaned into the door frame and inspected her. “Your side of the bed was getting cold.”

She waved her phone, identifying it as the culprit. “Lost track of time.”

“Can’t sleep?” He stepped closer, hesitant. He’s feeling me out. Waiting to see if I’ll hit the panic button. “Do you want me to take you home, sweetheart? Maybe you’ll sleep better. This bed’s not the comfiest.” He sighed. “I miss my memory foam.”

“Do you want me to go home?” she asked.

“God, no.” His still not quite awake features frowned. “I haven’t slept that solid in forever.”

She grinned. “That’s not because of me. That’s because you waited weeks to do what you should have been doing.”

His face lit up at her lightened attitude. “You had a little something to do with it.” He tugged at the hem of his shirt right above Julie’s knees. “Come back to bed, baby.”

Julie swallowed down a moan. Reality can wait until tomorrow. She nodded.

That smile flashed. The one that gave her a front seat to all his pearly whites. He led the way back down the hall. Low light from the open bedroom door split right between his bowlegs. He was a bulk, wholesale package of muscles and strength. She laughed when he spun and flung his body on the bed, making the headboard creak and the mattress bounce. It took some seconds for the motion to subside.

“Are you trying to break it?”

He shrugged and smirked. “Just prepping it for the workout it’s going to get soon.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You really haven’t…”

He shook his head. “No one else’s been in this bed except for me… until now. And, you’ve got me fully believin’ there’s a lot more in store. Italians do do it better. At least this full-blooded Italian sex kitten standing right here in front of me does.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Even with the comical expression on his face, she managed to feel heat rush to her cheeks. “How do you know I’m full…” She shook her head and strolled to the bed, dropping onto the mattress with as much grace as she could muster. A suggestive scoot closer had him do the same. She leaned her head upon an elbow to match his positioning. “You’ve investigated my ancestry, too? What did you do, grab a DNA sample?”

His free hand cupped her jaw. He leaned in and licked her mouth open. “Both parents from Italy. That’s as far as I went. This is as close to banging Sophia Loren in her heyday as I’m gonna get.” Peridot eyes sparkled in the dim light. “Say something in Italian.”

She groaned. “I don’t speak it well. I mean, I’ve listened to my mom and dad speak it a ton growing up. But, it never really stuck up here.” She tapped the side of her forehead. “And, Sophia Loren, really?”

Dean shrugged. “Lots of Sunday afternoons in front of the television growing up. Plus, she was smokin’ hot.” The hand skirted over her neck and shoulder, along the curves and dips of her back to rest on an ass cheek. “Try. For me.” He pushed her body in to meet his, fingers squeezing the globe. “Please.”

She sighed and shut her lids. Electric pulses flowed at the feel of him everywhere they connected. He was tight and rigid. Hot and hard. Her eyes opened, drowning into those beautiful eyes, and then she whispered, “Che cosa vuoi?”

She watched his smile double in size. “What the hell does that mean?” An innocent wonder filled his face, in direct opposition of the clothed erection he rubbed into the slit of her thighs. “And say it again.”

She giggled and moaned at the same time. “It means what do you want? Che cosa vuoi?”

“Che cosa vuoi?” He repeated. The deep throttle in his voice strummed into her core. She bit her lip at how sexy the foreign words, though stilted and choppy, dripped from that luxurious mouth. Dean’s eyes narrowed in focus. A thumb swiped over her bottom lip. “How do you say ‘kiss you’?”

The apples of her cheeks rose. “Ti bacio.”

“Ti bacio.” He repeated that as well, planting a delicate kiss, cradling her jaw. “How about ‘be inside you’?” His brows did a quick double rise.

She moaned, flustered at the request. “I don’t know. Inside is ‘dentro’. I’ll work on my translations for next time.”

Using his bodyweight, Dean collapsed Julie onto her back in a second. Air whooshed out of her lungs. He’d tucked his forearms under her armpits, the crook of his elbows wedging in place. Strong hands emerged alongside and caged her face and forced her back to arch into him. “Hm.” He licked her mouth. Her jaw dropped open at the way he manipulated and immobilized her head with those meaty fingers. The tongue swirled and dipped in the wetness of her mouth. “Dentro.” He mumbled. His ability to dominate and overpower ignited her skin. Lumberjack thighs parted her comparatively smaller ones. The boxer briefed cock rutted against her damp panties, wiggling into position and only increasing her fluid production.

“Dean…” She whispered.

Lips moved to her neck. His scruff burned like sandpaper against the skin. “Say my name again, sweetheart.” The words poured out hot and impatient.

“Dean.”

Dean groaned. He bit into the flesh along her collar bone. Julie gasped. Then, he sucked and worried at the same spot of skin with pursed lips and the tip of his tongue. All the while sliding his erection into the material along the folds of her pussy. He leaned up and locked eyes with her. Whatever air left in her lungs released at the raw, worn beauty of this man. “Really wanna be inside you, Jules.”

Hands she realized she’d been using to grip onto his back clenched the rippling muscles.

His lips parted, breath even. “Can we? Will you be alright?” He searched her face, she knew, for some hint of hesitance. “If it’s too soon after all of it…”

“Dean…”

His lids closed at hearing his name. “I don’t only mean what's happened recently. I mean, that’s its own bag of crap that no one, especially you, should have ever had to go through.” Eyes opened as he continued to dry hump her in the most amazing way, unhurried yet purposeful. “But, all of it… after Steve…” He sighed, relishing the feel as much as she was. “We could just keep it fun, simple, easy… just like this.”

“Surface level?” Julie questioned, gauging him now.

He smirked. “That’s your guaranteed best experience with me. No muss, no fuss.” In an instant, the carefree gesture washed away. “You want me to be honest with you. There’s a lot, Jules…”

Her lids pressed tight together. “I did say that, didn’t I? Can you be honest with me, then, in this moment, right here and now?”

His arms untangled from his stronghold. She felt the shift of his body, him pull away, leaning into the crook of her side now. Shit, why did I ask him that? “Yes.” The word came out sure, laced with heavy conviction.

Julie took a deep breath and opened her eyes. When his eyes met hers, he didn’t waver, waiting, hovering.

“Any plans on hurting me?” He raised a brow. She shook her head and tried not to laugh. “Besides kinky plans.”

A curl of a smile. “No. Of course not.”

“Are you scared about being honest with me?”

Dean shifted on his elbow, his eyes breaking contact.

That was an answer in and of itself, but Julie tried again. You don’t ask a man like Dean Winchester if he’s scared. “Worried?”

Dean’s finger played with one of her curls. He breathed in, then spoke on the release of air. “My life was… is, still complicated. Not many people would be able to understand. Or, want to.”

She nodded, took the words time to settle around them. “Why’d you put your life at risk to search for me?”

“Aside from it being in my DNA?” His eyes drifted back and stared at her mouth. “I didn’t want to lose you. I just found you.”

She smiled. A stinging in her eyes threatened to release tears. But she batted them away with quick blinks. “That’s all the honesty I need for tonight, then.” Dean smiled. His eyes were glassy, too, and that made Julie’s heart stop for some seconds. Fingers reached up and stroked his jaw. “Maybe another question.”

Dean’s head dropped in a dramatic fashion. His brows crinkled and his eyes narrowed, accompanied by a hard stare. “One more, sweetheart.” The authoritative tone was back and Julie’s arousal returned.

“Who’s made you feel safe?” She asked, her voice trembling.

His head tilted at the question. A foreign mix of wonder and confusion spread over his face. “What do you mean?”

“Who, in your life, made you feel really safe?” She rephrased.

Dean did that mental rolodex thing she’d come to enjoy witnessing. His eyes darted away and his lips did a slight tuck back into his mouth. Julie’s stomach twisted at how long it took him to find an answer. But, she saw him come up with one. His lips popped back out. The right side of his mouth angled up. When he turned to her he stated, “Baby.”

At first, Julie thought he was calling her another term of endearment. The word finally connected in her brain to the subject matter. “Your car?”

He smiled.

Julie could feel the frown form on her lips. “What about your parents?”

“No, sweetheart.” His smile remained, though it appeared forced. “They tried. I know they did. And, maybe I felt safe before I could really remember what that was... when I was really little.” He shrugged. “Baby’s always been there. Made me feel safe. Made me feel like I had a home. Somewhere I could hide, ride.” Dean collapsed onto the mattress, on his back.

Julie shot up, leaned on an elbow to study his face. The moment was awkward, clumsy now. I’ve fucked it all up.

Dean shook his head and chuckled.

“What?”

“Sweetheart, no one’s ever asked me that before.” His lips tightened. He reached up and grasped the side of her neck. Fingers threaded into her hair, leading her face so he could study her again. “Why would you ask me that?”

Her mouth opened, then closed. “I-”

“Why would you care?” Dean interrupted. No malice in the tone. Only genuine curiosity.

That triggered a response. “Why wouldn’t I? You make me feel safe. I wanted to know a little about the person that made you feel the same way. Figure out how-” she bit her lip and tore away from his eyes.

“What?” He prodded, tilting his head on the mattress to catch her expression under the waves of cascading hair.

She struggled with the words. “Figure out how I can make you feel safe.”

His brows knit together.

“When I left this bed earlier, you asked me if I was coming back.”

That distant, unsure look flooded his face again. “That didn’t mean anything.”

She smiled. And pushed. “I’ll always come back, Dean. If that’s what you want, what will make you feel safe. You deserve that, same as everyone else.”

His green eyes widened.

Her whole body was on fire, staring back at him. It wasn’t arousal or want. She felt exposed, emotions laid out to be either scooped up or tossed away. It had not been in any way how she expected this night to turn. But, now, in the moment, it felt necessary, needed. “I’m sorry.”

Dean’s face hardened. His mouth opened a fraction. That tongue swiped the back of his bottom row of white teeth. “We done with the questions?” The hold on her neck released.

She sat up straight and tucked some hair behind an ear. Confusion flooded her brain. “Yeah.” He hopped off the bed and wandered around the mattress to his dresser. All she could stare at was the back of him, which in any other circumstance would be quite pleasant. But she wanted to garner something, anything from his expression.

A loud sigh left his mouth. “You really are something.” His head shook. The profile presented itself as he bent at the knees to rifle through his record collection. “I don’t get anything out of you for weeks and then you hit me like a ton of bricks with everything in less than a day.” Dean didn’t look over, kept his eyes on the albums. His jaw clenched when he found something, slid out the sleeve from its confines and pulled out a record. A confident twirl of the album between his hands as he rose, the sleeve forgotten on the floor.

The record rested on the turntable. A flip switched. There was crackle and static. The record spun. The speaker waited for the track to play. Dean turned and stared at Julie. He flipped her heart the way he had the album. “I was hoping to make this last. But, you’ve made that impossible now, Jules.” Arms rose over his head. Fingers tugged at the collar and he pulled the t-shirt off in an elegant peel. “I was thinking, maybe, I could hold out for a few songs. But, it’s probably only gonna be one. And, if it’s only gonna be one...” He pointed at the flannel she wore. “Take off my shirt.”

“What?”

His right eyebrow cocked. “You said you were done with questions.”

Her mouth dried up.

Finally, a smile returned. “And, don’t say you’re sorry to me. Not again.” He shook his head. “Not ever.” A stride filled with that Dean confidence made its way to the nightstand. Two fingers pulled open the drawer. He bent down and rummaged. The tap of a foil package hit the table’s surface. A knee closed the drawer.

Julie knew this was coming tonight. Had been hoping, praying even, that nothing else would prevent this from happening. The nerves, the fright, the reality of it had made her hesitate with a pool of muddy, emotional thoughts instead of pure passion and action. Then, when she thought she had fucked it all up, with the words and the estrogen induced interrogation, this complication of a beautiful man had gotten the train back on track. But even scarier, he now seemed to be all aboard with the idea of making this night mean so much more.

“Come over here, baby.” He patted the mattress in front of his standing figure.

Julie gulped and crawled over the mess of sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. Her head tilted up. He grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “So very pretty.” She thought he must have been commenting on how he looked, perfection in light and shadow. “Take it off.” The command was soft.

Her hands found the buttons and did not spare any time to strip herself of the shirt.

His smile widened along with his eyes. “Eager, too, huh?”

She smiled.

“Good. I won’t feel so bad when this is over in minutes.” He tore the foil package open and put it back on the table. His fingertips delved into the hair at the top of her head, combed down through to end at the swell of her left breast. He pressed his warm palm right over her heart. “You know how you hear a song and you connect it to a specific memory?”

She nodded.

Dean licked his lips and catalogued every inch of her breasts with a stare that melted her insides. “I have lots of memories with this one song. All good, maybe even great. Someone might even say this song makes me feel safe.”

Julie swallowed.

“Wanna make me feel safe, sweetheart?” He grinned.

“Yes, Dean.” She didn’t hesitate in her response.

“Alright, then.” Dean broke eye contact and walked back to the record player. He cocked his head and smiled at Julie. “We’re gonna work on our night moves, baby.”

Dean could have said they were going to work on their taxes and Julie knew it would sound just as fucking sexy.

He dropped the needle in place and made a beeline toward her. A guitar strummed and filled the room. He dipped down, caught her lips with his open mouth. His arms wrapped her up, laid her down on the bed. Once again, the weight of him pressed against her side. She moaned when he rose up to his knees on the mattress, disconnecting. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down past her hips. She brought her own knees up to assist. His lips mouthed to the lyrics as he removed the last of her clothing. Her lips tugged up at the show.

She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes ***

And points all her own sitting way up high

He tossed the panties to the floor and ran his hands up the length of her body, stopping to massage her breasts and give her nipples a slight twist. He mouthed the next line.

Way up firm and high

Julie giggled. He flopped down on his back, flesh of their arms rubbing, and without pomp or circumstance, pulled off his boxer briefs, singing along this time.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy

Workin' on mysteries without any clues

He fell silent now. Turned to stare at Julie. He held the open condom wrapper between two fingers and raised his brows again. She nodded. A low growl bubbled up from his throat. Her eyes dipped down to watch him work his cock. She knew it wouldn’t take long. She wanted to speak, say something. Every other time he’d wanted to hear her voice. But this time is different.

And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods

I used her, she used me

But neither one cared

We were gettin' our share

He rolled the condom over his erection. His body rolled between her waiting thighs. The dominance and power was gone from the way he hovered. He kissed her lips, slow and easy. His fingers slipped into her wetness. He moaned into her mouth and lubed up his sheathed erection with her want. Every cell sparked under her skin. The tip of him poking with insistence at her entrance.

Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues

Workin' on our night moves

And it was summertime

Sweet summertime summertime

All of the instruments stopped for a second, then resumed their rhythm. Dean searched Julie’s face again. It was all there in those apple green eyes. The request, the need, the want. He wanted to speak, too, she could sense it. But this time is different. He pushed inside her, slow and easy, letting her accept, adjust, and respond to him as Mr. Seger sang.

And oh the wonder

We felt the lightning

And we waited on the thunder

Waited on the thunder

He didn’t ask if she was ready. He didn’t need to. Because this time is different.

He pulled back, eased inside again. His forearms held his body up for part of the sway. But when he tunnelled back, nice and slow at first, the delicious friction of his chest ran along her hard nipples. This wasn’t going to take long. Because this time is different. His pace increased, breath fumed out of his nose, jaw clenched every time he bottomed into her fully.

Dean’s rhythm was quick and steady now, firm and prodding, as the song did the exact opposite and slowed in its reminiscence. Heat rose in her core. He grabbed one of her legs, propped it up to hook onto his hip. His eyes never left hers through any of it. He found that spot deep inside. And worked. Hard. She gasped at how he lit her up from within. Grabbed his shoulders and held on. While he worked.

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder

How far off I sat and wondered

Started humming a song from 1962

She wrapped her calf tight, draped it over the curve of his tight ass muscles. He was using all of himself, drilling into her now. The sound of wood creaking, mattress springs straining. Moans toppled and stacked atop each other.

Ain't it funny how the night moves

When you just don't seem to have as much to lose

Strange how the night moves

With autumn closing in

The music stopped again. Dean stilled, froze. His forehead leaned against hers. “Baby?” He whispered.

“Yes, Dean.”

“You feel so safe.”

He pulled back and she got lost in his eyes. Her heart lodged up into her throat. He nodded with a smile and exhaled, sharp and low, as the guitar started up again. His fingers snuck between their bodies, strummed her clit. And he worked. All of him. With her. This is different.

She studied every movement of his face. The vertical line that formed between his brow, deep in concentration. The little craters that appeared above either side of his top lip, embedding into laugh lines, when he quirked up his mouth. The flare of his nostrils. The look she tried to define in his crystal green eyes boring into her, shining like glass. He brought her to release and rode the wave. His moans enveloped hers. She clenched her walls, tightening around him.

The end of the song was near and so was Dean. His mouth opened, he struggled out a strangled groan, body rigid in her embrace. And he came. Hard. His body shivered. He grinned, kissed her lips, and rolled them both to their sides. Still. Connected. This is different.

The song ended. Quiet for a few moments before the next track began. Dean swiped at her cheek. Julie felt the wetness under the pad of his thumb. She was crying. Oh, no.

Dean smiled. Pulled her in close and held her. He kissed her forehead. She forced away the tears, slowed her breathing. “Tell me those are good tears, sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear.

She nodded along the scruff of his jaw.

Kisses dabbed at her damp cheeks. “Good. Because we just made one hell of an awesome memory.”

She smiled. He kissed the apple of her cheek.

He moaned, pulled out of her, then stood up. Naked and glorious. He rolled off the condom as he spoke and tied it up. “Gotta use the bathroom. Coming back.” He wandered to the doorway, then turned back to look at her with a wide grin. “Always coming back.”

*** Lyrics from Night Moves by Bob Seger

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Part 18

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essythewolf · 6 years ago

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Fictober Day 17

Prompt: “I’ll tell you but you’re not gonna like it.”

Fanfiction - Enderal Warcraft AU

Part 3 of this now (following up Days 9 and 10). Also, Flynn Fairwind is an absolute treasure of a disaster in BFA.

Boralus was its usual bustle of traders and sailors when Lea returned. She made a beeline for the harbor and as expected she saw a familiar maul-wielding guardswoman at the port. Taelia greeted the Lea with a wide grin.

“There you are! Started to get worried you two got lost on the countryside…” the guard woman’s grin faltered as she noted Lea’s stricken face. “What? What’s wrong?” Then she noticed they were one silver head short. “And where’s your other half?”

“I’ll tell you,” Lea replied softly, “but you’re not going to like it.”

Lea replayed the events since leaving Boralus a few weeks ago. Her and Jespar were granted the break after they helped folks in Stormsong Valley and the lower area of Tiragarde Sound in an attempt to unite the nations under the Proudmoore Banner. If they got the backing of the Proudmoores, then the Proudmoores backed the Alliance against the Horde. A lengthy process but war had an uncanny ability to be lengthy and messy. She began with the Norwington Festival and ended at the Algerson Lumberyard and the witch haunting it. She hesitated about Jespar’s flight to Drustvar and spoke in hushed whispers to Taelia when they rounded the stairs into the Harbormaster’s Office.

A handsome, red-headed man in a long trench coat greeted them from within the office. His face lit up in a bright smile upon seeing the two women.

“Leanara my darling! Back from vacation so soon?” Flynn Fairwind greeted her with one open arm; the other being cast in a sling. His smile was dazzling and his eyes wandered for the same figure Taelia asked for earlier. “And where is my favorite drinking buddy, eh?”

Lea’s shoulders sagged. Taelia gave him a shrewd look and he backed off sheepishly.

“Not here then?” Flynn asked with an awkward laugh.

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Lea, Taelia, Flynn, and Harbormaster Cyrus Crestfall, a large man with a bushes of greying hair on his head and chin, gathered around a map of Kul’Tiras. Cyrus arrived an hour later into the office and Lea repeated for a third time what happened to Jespar.

“You were both bound for Drustvar, regardless, to find the Waycrests,” Cyrus grunted, “Now you just have more reason to venture further.”

“Things in Kul’Tiras are starting to look up since we overthrew Ashvane.” Taelia piped up, “And I’ve been keeping contact with Brother Pike in Stormsong Valley, while we can’t call the fleet back without blessing from the Proudmoore Admiralty, he’s making sure they’re still safe out in open waters until we finish rallying our banners.”

“Yes, that’s all well and good but our last backer has mysteriously stopped checking in,” warned Flynn, “The hardy Waycrest family ruled over Drustvar for centuries so it’s weird that they’ve up and vanished-”

“And that’s why we were going to send the best,” Taelia continued giving Flynn hard looks. Much to his chagrin, he shut up when he glanced at Lea who remained woefully silent through the whole ordeal.

“She’s still one of the Alliance’s best, mate, we can attest to that, you knooow,” Flynn elbowed Cyrus with his unslung elbow.

The Harbormaster rolled his eyes and sighed audibly. “Fairwind.” Flynn backed off again with a grin and flourish of his hand. “Now, finding Lord and Lady Waycrest must be your first priority,” he gazed apologetically at Lea, “but something tells me you’ll find Dal’Varek along the way. You’ll take the ferry into Drustvar and meet with Cyril White. He’s a friend of the house and should point you in the right direction.”

He straightened and nodded to them, “Duty calls. Taelia, Fairwind,” he tipped his head to Lea, “Ma’am. You have your assignments. For Kul’Tiras.”

“For Kul’Tiras.”

Once the Harbormaster left, Taelia gave Lea another apologetic look, “I’m sorry I can’t go with you this time. Cyrus wants me here to help organize the guard against any more Ashvane supporters and Flynn, well…”

“Still out of commission I’m afraid. The pirates in Freehold had got me good, even when your man came and rescued me from the Ring of Booty.” He chortled at the name of the gladiator ring. “Despite all my healing and terrible tasting potions, they have me on light duty. But don’t you worry darling! If I find anything out from my contacts, you’ll be the first to know.” His smile was contagious and Lea couldn’t help but smile sadly in return.

They filed out one by one and as Lea headed for the ferry to take to Drustvar, Flynn stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. He craned his head to see if anyone was looking their way then relaxed his composure. “I’m sure you’ve heard enough condolences from everyone,” he began, “but if anyone can survive storming a gladiator ring to save yours truly--I mean we had disguises and everything at first--and there was a terrible hazing process before we--I mean I got caught--”

“Flynn.”

“Right, right…” he sighed and gently squeezed her shoulder, “My point is, he’s like me. A survivor. And we’ve had worse odds.”

“Nothing dampens your spirits do they?”

“Oh quite a few things do! Sirens, pirates, backstabbing first-mates...”

She giggled. It was enough to earn her another dazzling smile and bow from the former pirate.

“When you do find him...tell him I promise to pay him for the tab I’ve racked up.”

“You’ve been buying under his name? How much is the tab?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Does he know?”

“Well…”

“Oh blazes Flynn…”

“Trust me, it’ll be the least bad news he’s heard all week once you find him.”

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fairwindcosplay · 7 years ago

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I really want to replay Harvest Moon DS, but I don't want to rewrite my save file...I have a wife and a son on that file, and gasp--it's not Muffy! I married Flora, the archaeologist, instead--but if I were to play the game over, I'd marry Muffy this time! She was my original flame, and then I fell for that bespectacled beauty. ;D Who's your Harvest Moon bachelor or bachelorette of choice? Muffy: Fairwind Cosplay PC: @aureliancosplay Wig by @ardawigs #cosplay #harvestmoon #harvestmooncosplay #muffy #ardawigs #ardastyle #videogamecosplay #retrogaming #harvestmoonawonderfullife #harvestmoonawl #harvestmoonds #muffycosplay #bluefeather #bokujoumonogatari #farmland #cosplayer #cosplaymodel #cosplayersofinstagram #obscurecosplay #liretro #blonde #nintendo #gamecube #natsumeinc #womenofcosplay #datingsim #storyofseasons #stardewvalley #flashbackfriday (at Southold, New York)

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shxwmaster · 4 years ago

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@bigaoneun said: Would your character give their life for anything? Why? & If your character got a gift they hated, how would they react?

[Character Development — A collection of Character Development Questions!]

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Would your character give their life for anything? Why?

If Anduin were in any danger, and Shaw had to give his life to save him, he would do it in a heartbeat. Zero hesitation. He is ready, ALWAYS ready to die for the crown, to give his life in service to Stormwind. It’s his whole life, he is devoted, and he enters any mission knowing that death is a possibility and one he won’t shy away from.

But even without that loyalty to the throne deeply embedded into him, he would still give his life to save Anduin. He has a strong attachment to him as well as a deep sentiment of obligation. He failed his father on the Broken Shore and blames himself for Varian’s death - the least he can do is save the man’s son. It’s no question.

Specific missions that require him to defend target locations, items, or people with his life are also things he won’t shy away from. Protecting the SI:7 Headquarters and Archives are also a number one priority for him - shit, he would consider consenting to undeath just to protect it. The number of times he’s faced a threat down with a “i dare you” kind of attitude are uncountable — he’s, sadly, always ready to die for something.

However, following Shadow’s Rising, he’s stepping out of his comfort zone, exploring himself and his feelings more, and of course grows rather attached to a certain Captain. Fairwind is likely the one person who doesn’t fit under the umbrella of duty and obligation to the crown that Shaw would give his life to protect if he had to.

If your character got a gift they hated, how would they react?

Shaw would very, very respectfully accept the gift anyways, practiced dialogue and strings of lies enacted to perfectly sell the idea that he is certainly genuinely accepting this gift and will certainly keep it. Then, he will respectfully do something about getting rid of it once alone.

But also, really depends on context. Is it from someone he hates? Cares about? Knows at all? An enemy? Is the gift bad because it’s just not his style? Is it distasteful? A rude joke? A threat in disguise? Then his reaction could vary from practiced gentlemanly respect to whole ass violence. Really depends.

But he’ll just smile and nod.

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freenewstoday · 4 years ago

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New Post has been published on https://freenews.today/2021/03/21/30-new-covid-19-cases-reported-in-middlesex-london-second-school-closure-in-woodstock-ont/

30 new COVID-19 cases reported in Middlesex-London, second school closure in Woodstock Ont

LONDON, ONT — The Middlesex-London Health Unit (MLHU) is reporting 30 new COVID-19 cases Sunday with no new deaths.

Sunday is the sixth straight day of double-digit case counts.

Lambton Public Health declared three outbreaks over the weekend in Sarnia, Ont.

LPH said one staff member at Afton Park Place and one staff member and one student at St. Patrick’s Catholic High School, tested positive for COVID-19, in a release on Saturday.

One staff member at Fairwinds Lodge Retirement Residence, in Sarnia Ont., tested positive for COVID-19, reported on Sunday.

The London region now has 6,593 cases, with 6,229 resolved and 185 deaths – none new – leaving 179 active cases. There are four confirmed variant cases and 46 screening positive.

There are active outbreaks in four seniors’ facilities, one unit at the London Health Sciences Centre’s University Hospital and one elementary school.

Fox Hollow retirement residence in London Ont., declared their outbreak over on Friday.

Southwestern Public Health meanwhile is dealing with outbreaks at two Woodstock, Ont. schools.

There are eight cases at the London District Catholic School Board’s (LDCSB) St. Patrick’s Catholic School, some of which screened positive for variant of concern.

The cases are between staff and students.

On Saturday, a LDCSB spokeperson said the school will be temporarily closed until at least March 28, in a release.

And St. Michael’s Catholic Elementary School remains closed after four cases, including one variant of concern, were reported there.

Here are the most recently available numbers from other local public health authorities, no new deaths were reported:

Elgin-Oxford – 66 active, 2,671 total, 2,538 resolved, 67 deaths, 28 variants

Haldimand-Norfolk – five new, 48 active, 1,535 total, 1,443 resolved, 39 deaths

Huron-Perth – 19 active, 1,397 total, 1,328 resolved, 50 deaths, four variants

Grey-Bruce – 19 active, 737 total, 716 resolved, two deaths, 14 variants

Sarnia-Lambton – 21 new, 223 active, 2,586 total, 2,316 resolved, 47 deaths, 41 variants

Ontario health officials are reporting more than 1,700 new cases of COVID-19 for the third day in a row.

The province confirmed 1,791 new cases of the novel coronavirus on Sunday. The case count comes after officials logged 1,745 more infections on Friday and 1,829 more infections on Saturday.

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20+ Best Vintage Fonts

Vintage fonts add a certain timeless look to a design that can’t be achieved with any other font. It’s one of the reasons popular brands such as Harley Davidson and Dollar Shave Club still use vintage fonts in their branding designs.

In this collection, we’re featuring some of the best vintage fonts you can use to add that same classic elegant look to your own designs. These fonts are particularly suitable for various luxury branding designs, product labels, packaging, logo designs, and much more.

This is a mixed fonts collection of both minimal and decorative designs. Have a look and see if you can find a vintage font for your design project (and remember, you can download them all with an Envato Elements subscription!

Rumble Brave – Vintage Fonts

Rumble brave is an elegant vintage font with a touch of Victorian-era looks and style. Whether you’re working on a poster, badge, or logo design, this font is perfect for giving a unique look to your designs. The font comes in 3 different styles including serif, script, and dingbat as well as 7 different font weights.

The Huntsman – Script Vintage Typeface

Just by looking at the mockup image you can see that this font is a great choice for designing vintage-themed badges and labels. This is a collection of 4 fonts that comes with script rounded regular, medium, bold, and sans bold typefaces. It also includes lots of alternates and swashes.

Almeda – Modern Vintage Font

If you’re working on a logo or badge design for a luxury or a fashion brand, this font will help you create a design that stands out from the crowd. It features both uppercase and lowercase letters and it includes multilingual support as well.

Gibsons Vintage Font Collection

Gibsons is a collection of vintage fonts featuring a tall and narrow design. The bundle includes a total of 20 different typefaces in 4 different styles and various font weights and texture styles. This font is suitable for all kinds of branding and professional designs.

The Northwest – Modern Vintage Type Family

The modern-vintage look is a popular trend in both digital and print designs. This font is a great choice for those of you who are looking to follow that same trend in your designs. It’s an all-caps font that comes in vintage rounded and regular styles.

Bignord – Vintage Typeface

Bignord is a bold and attractive vintage font that features a stylish design that’ll remind you of the fonts used in vintage theater posters and banners. The font comes in 5 different styles and a bonus set of ornaments and vintage brush library files. You’ll be able to craft designs exactly like the one seen in the mockup using this bundle.

Mandatory – Vintage Font Duo

Mandatory is a bundle of two vintage fonts featuring unique rough textured designs. It includes both sans and script fonts that are ideal for crafting vintage-themed badges, logos, and even big poster headlines.

Ronies – Bold Vintage Font

This font comes with a bold vintage look with a mix of rough design. It includes multiple weights and the font is perfect for designing attention-grabbing titles, headlines, website headers, posters, and much more.

Kohm – Modern-Vintage Font

Kohn is a unique vintage font with a design of its own. The great thing about this font is that even though it has a rough vintage design, it will blend in well with even the modern brands and startup designs, especially when it comes to designing packaging and labels.

MacLaurent – Vintage Display Font

This is a truly vintage font that features a design inspired by the typography used in the early 1900s. If you’re working on branding design, a poster, or even a greeting card, this vintage font will help add a unique look to your entire design. It comes with lots of stylistic characters and ligatures as well.

Savaro – Elegant Vintage Typeface

Savaro is a modern vintage font that features an elegant design. The font comes to you in 2 styles—regular and spurs with a mix of alternates, stylistic characters, and swashes. It’s most suitable for luxury brand related designs.

Wolder – Handcrafted Vintage Typeface

Wolder is a creative handcrafted vintage font that features a unique design. It comes with a roughly textured design that makes this font a great choice for casual and creative design projects. The font includes both uppercase and lowercase characters with punctuations.

The Brown – Clean Vintage Font

This font comes with a unique vintage look featuring a clean and bold design. It’s an all-caps font featuring lots of stylistic characters, alternates, and ligatures. The font will go along great with all kinds of creative and professional designs.

Fairwind – Modern-Vintage Font

Fairwind is a modern font with a touch of vintage design. The font is available on regular and rough styles along with alternate characters, glyphs, and multilingual support for making unique logos, badges, and label designs.

Moalang Pro – Vintage Font & Ornaments

An elegant vintage font that features a unique design that will allow you to create logos, badges, signage, and labels that stand out from the crowd. It includes both uppercase and lowercase letters as well as stylistic characters, alternates, and much more.

Hillenberg – Vintage Fonts Collection

This is a bundle of vintage fonts that comes with 10 different typefaces featuring various font weights and styles. It also includes uppercase and lowercase characters as well as multilingual support as well.

Caringin – Creative Vintage Font

Caringin is an elegant vintage font that’ll look great on a bottle label or a badge for an alcohol brand. The font features a creative serif design that gives its own unique identity. It also comes with lots of alternates and swashes.

Shintia Script – Vintage Font

A beautiful vintage script font you can use to design badges, labels, and logos for different types of brands and products. The font comes with alternate characters and more than 240 glyphs.

Chivels – Chiseled Vintage Font

Chivels is a creative vintage font features a textured character design that makes its letters look as if they were hand-carved with chisels. It comes to you in 6 different styles including an outline version.

Cairlinn – Elegant Vintage Font

Cairlinn vintage font has a classic design inspired by old vintage advertisements. It includes two styles—regular and italic with 300 glyphs, stylistic alternates, and multilingual support.

Gatsby – Vintage ArtDeco Font

A truly vintage art deco font featuring a creative serif design. This font comes in 5 different styles including grunge and outline designs. The font will give you plenty of combination options for crafting unique graphic designs.

Phephe – Unique Vintage Font

This font comes with a unique retro-vintage design that makes it one of a kind. The font is perfect for designing a fun poster, website header, flyers, and much more. It comes in light and bold font weights as well.

For more inspiration, check out our best hand-lettering fonts and best poster fonts collections.

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