#it's been a long time since i made giffies

[scotianostra]

John Barbour, the early Scottish poet, died on March 13th 1395.

Barbour was a Poet, churchman and scholar, probably born in Aberdeen, where he spent most his life and held the position of Archdeacon. He was granted passage to study at Oxford and Paris. Several poems have been attributed to Barbour, one of which, The Stewartis Originall, relates the fictitious pedigree of the Stewarts back to Banquo and his son Fleance, yes they were real characters and not just made up by Shakespeare!

  His long patriotic poem The Brus, awarded a prize of 10 pounds by the King Robert II, is his most famous work. It supplies some facts of Robert the Bruce, many of which are told in anecdotal style and emphasises Bruce’s exploits in freeing Scotland from English rule. This poem is also where we can find the quotation “A! Fredome is a noble thing!”

  Barbour’s The Brus (The Bruce) is considered to stand right at the beginning of Scots literature and history, since it is the oldest Scots manuscript still in existence. It is an epic poem which tells the bloody tale of King Robert the Bruce, Sir James of Douglas and Edward Bruce and their fight for Scottish independence from a ruthless Edward I of England who wanted Scotland (along with Wales and France) to become part of his kingdom. The poem includes a graphic depiction of the Battle of Bannockburn, and also relates the skulduggery and intrigue that surrounded Robert the Bruce in his accession to the Scottish throne. The language is essentially that of 14th century Scotland – which by my clock makes it over 600 years old. A lot can happen to a language in 600 years. Reading it now it’s difficult to get past the weird spellings, obscure words, twisted sentence structure, etc. But if you read it aloud (not recommended in libraries), or read it into yourself and try to hear the words as they are written, then you have won half the battle.

  Here is an excerpt, and translation from The Brus

  ...and led thar lyff in gret travaill

and oft in hard stour off batail

lwan gret price off chevalry

and war voydyt off cowardy

as wes king robert off scotland

that hardy wes off hart and hand

and gud schir james off douglas

that in his tyme sa worthy was

that off hys price and hys bounte

in ser landis renownyt wes he

off thaim I thynk this buk to ma

now god gyff grace that I may swa

tret it and bryng till endyng

that I say nocht bot suthfast thing

translates roughly to Who led their life through great troubles,

Often in the hard struggles of battle,

And won the great prize of chivalry

And never knew what it was to be cowardly.

Such was King Robert of Scotland

Who was strong of heart and hand,

And good Sir James Douglas,

A worthy man in his time,

Who for his esteem and his generosity

Was famous in far off lands.

I make this book with them in mind.

Now God give me the grace that I may

Write it well and bring it to the end

Telling you nothing but the truth.

Imagine the world back then, to technology at all, the church was your main, if only, source of news, in the years after The Brus, the country was flushed with victory and to hear the stories of the struggles of their grandfathers, this poem sang the glories of freedom, and pictured the civic and knightly virtues of Bruce and Douglas. It's largely thanks to this work that we know s much about King Robert and The Good Sir James.

  Barbour called it a romance, it is regarded as being in essential points a faithful history, and was so received by generations of readers.  Walter Scott  used it for the basis of several of his books and every book that has been written about this period of Scottish history since, has used The Brus as a basis of their research. Barbour spent much of his later life as a courtier to Robert II, who commisioned The Brus and The Stewartis  Originall,  although the latter is highly embellished to put the Stewarts in a much better light, Robert II being the first of their line would have been the source for Barbour to write the story. As well as the ten pound he received for writing The Brus, the King also granted Barbour a pension of a pound a year for the rest of his life. He went on to write a number of other poems, though most have been lost and the authorship of others is debated. The 33,000 line poem Legends of the Saints was probably written by him, as was as The Scots Buik of the most noble and vailyzeand Conqueror Alexander the Great.

  Many view him as the father of Scots language poetry. As well as being in Robert II court, Barbour continued to fulfil his duties at St Machars' Cathedral until the early 1390s, and he died in Aberdeen in 1395, a plaque in the city remembers him.

  The pictures include one of the two earliest surviving manuscripts of The Brus, it shows a description of the initial phases of the battle of Bannockburn. This is a copy made by  John Ramsay, Prior of the Carthusian monks at Perth, made this copy of the poem in 1489 and is held at The National Library of Scotland. The link takes you to the NLS page with and interesting timeline and links to important documents held in their archives

 https://digital.nls.uk/scotlandspages/1000-1500.html

The second pic is on the walls of The National Portrait gallery, a magnificent frieze of Scottish history, the aforementioned plaque, that can be found at Castle Street, Aberdeen, and finally the slap at the top of the mound fittingly marking the steps up to Makar's  Court in Edinburgh's Old Town, the full stanza reads

  A! Fredome is a noble thing! Fredome mays man to haiff liking. Fredome all solace to man giffis, He levys at es that frely levys!

It translates to

Freedom is a noble thing! Great happiness does freedom bring. All solace to a man it gives; He lives at ease that freely lives.

[whumping-every-day]

@newbornwhumperfly​ I see you. Congratulations, you made the poor boy cry. 😂

TW’s: Pet whump, belting/threat of belting/past belting as part of long-term captivity and torture. Creepy-caretaker-turned-temporary-whumper, Gabriel’s fucky headspace, trauma response. 

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“B-but I-” Gabriel’s voice wobbles, blue eyes big and questioning. “I d-don’t, I don’t want to do that. Please don’t make me do that.” He flinches visibly at the phrase bad boy, and he whines softly, shaking his head. “Please,” he implores. 

But the compulsion is unrelenting; Gabriel knows what he has to steal even before he’s in his Master’s office. 

The cream carpet muffles his footfalls, and it makes Gabriel feel even dirtier and sneakier - ungrateful, a distant voice whispers. He almost hopes to be caught, but there’s no sign of either of his owners as he nudges his way into Master’s office. 

The black thumb drive is inconspicuous, but Gabriel knows what’s on it. He knows how long his Master has been working on his latest architectural project... just like he knows that all the plans for said project are backed up on the drive.  

Gabriel pockets it, and it’s a hideous feeling. His Master and Mistress have been nothing but kind, they’ve loved him when no one else did, brought him in from the cold... and here Gabriel is, putting his filthy hands on things that don’t belong to him. 

His pocket is heavy as he returns to the sunroom and curls back up with his coloring book, and try as he might, Gabriel is unable to forget the flash drive's presence as the time trickles on by. 

-

It’s only later that Gabriel understands the full implications of your original command. But the tell Master what he did part is still to come, and once again, when the time arrves, Gabriel is helpless. 

“Gabriel, sweetheart? Were you in my study?” 

Ice breaks out along Gabriel’s spine, too hot and then too cold. Master has never hurt him, has never used his strength to frighten or hurt. He’s careful, and patient, and gentle, and even if he did hurt the boy, Gabriel would forgive him without pause. Even so, the weight of that tone pitched in disappointment makes his knees shake. 

Gabriel turns, and he opens his mouth to say no, maybe, or just jump straight to I’m sorry. Instead, what comes out is, 

“I took it.” 

“You - took hmm?” Master is genuinely surprised; Gabriel sees him do a double-take, just like he sees the moment when Stefan falters. 

“Whhh- what, no,” the man muttered, and a hand comes up, clutching into his temple. “I - no, I don’t want to do that-” It’s like he’s hearing a command that Gabriel can’t, and when Stefan fights it he doubles over in pain, groaning through gritted teeth. 

“Fuck!” Gabriel skitters a step back purely on instinct, pulse pattering away in his neck, a little shock of adrenaline shuddering through his system. His Master straightens again, and Gabriel can’t read the look in his eyes. 

It’s a cold wash of horror when Master puts one of those massive hands on his belt and says,

“I can’t believe you would do that.” Gabriel sniffles, and he digs into his pocket and wordlessly holds out the thumb drive. There was nothing in your initial command about not giving it back, and Gabriel knows he’s already in so much trouble but it’ll be so much worse if he tries to hide it. 

“I’m s-sorry,” he gasps desperately, and Master growls and snatches the drive from his hand. 

“Bad boy,” Stefan snaps. “Bad. You know you shouldn’t be in there - some of that is sensitive information, you know the rules.” Gabriel cringes, hangs his head low in shame. “You need to - hhhghg. You nnnneed to be - fuck.” There’s a moment where it’s clear that Stefan is fighting against something. But the resistance is crushed and blown aside like charcoal, and he’s left winded. “Punished,” Stefan gasps out, “you need to be punished.”

The way Gabriel steps back instead of crumpling to his knees is evidence of how far he’s come. 

Stefan has never once used his size to intimidate. He knows how big he is, and he’s always mindful of the effect his presence has on a room. But this time he shoves closer, and he can feel the way Gabriel cowers from him, bleating softly in panic.

“P-please-” Gabriel has the sense to scurry backward, and he meets the edge of the fireplace and stumbles, catches himself with a hand against the wall. “P-please, Master, it was - it was an accident-” His voice breaks on the last word, and Gabriel makes a high, soft noise as his Master slips his belt off through the loops. 

The quiet sshhkkk and matching clinking is enough to drive Gabriel to his knees. 

“I’m sorry,” he sobs openly as he watches his Master fold the belt. Gabriel’s shaking from the shock of it - he’s always been afraid, in some corner of his mind, that this would happen some day. He’d known it would - slow, stupid, simple pet, of course even his benevolent Masters would lose their patience. And yet somehow, now that it’s happening, Gabriel is still surprised. Surprised, and hurt, even though he has no right to such a thing. 

“Y-you, you promised.” Gabriel has already crumpled inwards, going small and scared again, but there’s something like betrayal, even accusation in the words. You promised, Gabriel thinks. Safety, comfort, mercy, whichever it was, they’d built him up for so long… 

“Those are the rules for when you’re worth a damn,” Stefan says coldly, and Gabriel wilts. 

He can do it. Gabriel’s breath hitches at his Master’s measured footfalls. It’s been a long time since he took the belt. He’d been good at it, with Second Master, but he’s out of practice, and through the blur of tears Gabriel is already trying to figure out if Stefan will want him to scream or hold it in. 

It’s about time he figures it out, Gabriel thinks bitterly. He’d always known they would hurt him eventually. At least this is something he’s familiar with. 

“Take off your shirt,” the voice says, and suddenly it’s not Stefan any longer, just Master. 

To his knowledge, there is no rule against his sniffling and crying, and Gabriel weeps silently as he pulls the shirt up off over his head, wincing as the motion tugs at the one angle that his shoulders can’t seem to tolerate. 

There are no bruises on his skin now. No previous workmanship, beyond that which was carved into him too deeply to ever disappear. 

He folds the shirt, sets it aside. If he bleeds, it will stain his pants, and possibly the carpet too. Gabriel considers begging to be beaten in the dining room instead, to make it easier to clean up his own blood later… but then the shadow of the belt moves in the corner of his eye, and he flinches and whines like he’s already been struck. 

“Hush now.” Master’s voice is an angry rumble, but he’s entirely calm. “Thirty strikes,” he says. “As punishment for stealing from me. And another ten,” he adds, “for being in my study in the first place.” 

Gabriel’s throat is already closing up, but he just nods his head miserably. 

“Please,” he whines pitifully. “ ‘m, I’m ss-so, so sorry-” 

“Oh, you fucking will be,” his Master snaps, and terror thrills sharp through Gabriel’s veins. “Present yourself.” 

The command is iron, and Gabriel shudders out another miserable sob and bends forward at the waist. He tucks his arms under himself, out of the way. The cool air tickles against his bare back, and Gabriel continues to cry silently, hands braced into fists as he waits for the first blow. 

[END] 

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[haikyuluvr]

˒ sunny !

↝ hinata x tall!f!reader ᵕ̈

𖦹 warnings: y/n being a lil' perv lmao

yo yO YOO !! i'm back at it again with another imagine ! & its kinda longer ! sunkissed by khai dreams really inspired me to write something for my fave sunshine boy :) but also , i love me a tall woman ✋🏼 my short ass just really wants a tall girlfie hHh (so does that mean this is a little self indulgent ? fjsheh) . but anyways , enjoy ! <3____<3

est. 060320

you could've sworn your life gotten a lot brighter ever since you met your irl short lil' sunshine child , hinata shouyou . you felt less lonely now n' days & it was great . he's so bright & positive— it's literally hella cute . this cutie never fails to make you smile & laugh , too .

it was nice summer afternoon . the cicadas chirping loudly , leaves dancing softly in the warm breeze , & the sky is a perfect sky blue without a single cloud in the sky . you looked up , admiring the pretty blue , ignoring the loud chatter of students exiting the school . you sighed happily & look forward again , feeling a small smile appear on your face as you reached the gym . when you made it to gym , you opened the door , revealing the karasuno volleyball team practicing— as usual . kiyoko & yachi greeted you & said that you can sit down & watch the boys practice . & of course , you sat & watched . you stared intently as you watched them , it almost felt like it was real game to you sometimes , even if it was practice . but your eyes would always fall onto your boyfriend— he always looked so damn cool hitting & blocking the ball .

after a couple hours , they were finally finished . "good job , everyone !" you heard daichi say . everyone thanked him & got changed . noticing the ginger , you had called out: "woow hinata !! you looked really cool out there , baby !" & you grinned . his head had turned to look at you . his smile that was already there had got bigger once he noticed you . "Y/NNNN !!! " hinata yelled cheerfully as he ran towards you . " HINATAAA !!! " you yelled back . he jumped into your arms & you caught him , hugging him tightly as you spun around slightly . you could've sworn you heard nishinoya & tanaka complain about hinata & you being extra but , you couldn't care less right now . "my precious baby ! i missed you , small fry !" you teased , causing him to look up at you with a small , adorable pout . "hey— i'm not that small y/n !" hinata huffed but then laughed . you laughed with him & gave him a quick kiss . "you looked really cool out there , hina ." you said in a sweet tone . hinata cheeks had flushed slightly at the compliment & giggled (& you could've sworn your heart did a flip hearing that) . a dorky smile had appeared on his lips when he heard you that that . "i did ? heh , thanks babe !" the cutie was shining was confidence . 'ah , how adorable .. ' you thought .

you had set him down & ruffled his soft , fluffly hair . "go & get changed , baby . you feel sweaty n' gross" you said in a jokingly . "oh ? oh— whoops ! sorry , y/n !" he had rushed to the changing room , "i'll be done in giffy !! it won't be long , don't worry !!" he told you as he rushed off. "alright , alright ." you said .

it was dark out now , & the two of you were walking hand in hand as you the both of you head home . hinata was humming happily as his eyes were closed with a smile . you could've sworn you could see the happiness bounce off of him . "what're you so happy about , hmm ? had fun today ?" you looked down at him with a small smile . he looked up at you & nodded his head , "yup !" you chuckled & the both of you looked forward again . there was a moment of comfortable silence before hinata interrupted it . "y/n , is it okay if i can sleep over your place ?" he asked you . you hummed , a small smirk tugging your lips . "what ? you must want me to do somethin' to ya , huh , hina ~" you teased . hinata's faced turned red like a tomato , "n-n-no !! it's not like that , y/n !!" he cried out , causing you to laugh when you saw his reaction . "just kidding ... unless ..." you trailed off as you let go of hand to grab his ass . hinata stopped in his tracks , his face got hotter when he felt your hand give his ass a light squeeze (but , he didn't mind it though) . "y/N WAAAH ! STOP BEING SUCH A PERVY PERV !! " he cried out louder , his hands lightly hitting your arm . "sorry , sorry ~ i couldn't help myself , haha !" you apologized , pinching his cheek gently but then intertwined fingers with him again .

his blush fading away , hinata puffed out his cheek slightly & let out a small huff . "but anyways," he began . "i just reaally want to spend more time with you , y/n ! i've been so busy with volleyball n' stuff , i feel like i barely have any time to give you all my love & affection .. !" hinata frowned . you looked down at him , chuckling lightly . " i don't mind , baby . & it's okay , i you're & busy all since you play volleyball . i'm not that important , squirt . " you smiled reassuringly , leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead . " no , don't say that !! you're important too , y/n . " he then tackled you in a hug . "you're so important ! more important than anything in this whole freaking world ! " his face had rubbed against you slightly .

his words & actions made your heart feel warm , & your cheeks feel warm too . you caressed his hair gently & it caused him to look up at you . you smiled & cupped his cheeks , squishing his cheeks a few times . "damn ... you make me wanna kiss all over your cute face ! " you said , giving him a quick kiss on the lips . you uncupped his cheeks as he let go of you to hold your hand again . "but we'll save all that when we go to my house !" you told him . "i love you so much , y/n ." hinata said lovingly with a smile as he looked up at you . you looked back at him & smiled , "i love you too , hinata."

the two of you made it to your house safely , smothering each other with love & affection till the both of you both fell asleep in each other's arms .

[whumpywhumper]

Soup

So @0idril0 authorized me to go ahead and post the next section of her Nico series which I wrote :) It is original author approved  

Continued from: here

Tagging: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @captivity-whump @kungpao-giffy @doityourselfbombs @comfy-whumpee @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @whumptywhumpdump @whumpitywhumpwhump @walkingchemicalfire @genesissane @imagination1reality0 @voidwhump

*** 

Sorina hummed while she worked, kneading the bread to go with her slowly simmering bone broth. She’d roasted the chicken before carefully separating the meat from the bones, adding them to her already chopped vegetables and water. 

The rest of the pack house was quiet. She’d woken a few hours after her fainting spell-and hadn’t that been embarrassing-to being warm and comfortable. Cocooned in sheets and a quilt she didn’t recognize, surrounded by the scent of soap and safety. It took her a moment  to recall where she was, but, as soon as she had, she crept from the room into the darkened hallway. Open doors revealed no one in the extra rooms, and absolutely no bedding on them. 

On silent feet (and she felt a flutter in her stomach when she realized Evan probably removed her shoes), she stole into the living room and found Kristy and her friends. Moonlight spilled over their sleeping forms, giving its soft illuminescence to the room. She had to smile at them, even in spite of the circumstances that made them do it, because it was just too fuckin’ cute. 

Kristy and Brian were on a pallet on the floor, every spare blanket, pillow, and cushion in the middle of the living room. The sucubi had braided her hair to sleep, taming her normally riotous curls, and the end of the braid was curled in Brian’s fingers, where he’d apparently fallen asleep playing with it. 

They were curled toward each other, his other arm under his head, like he’d been leaning on it to get a better look at her while they talked. Kristy’s face was slack with sleep, arms held crossed over her chest like she had since she was little. Their blanket was bunched around her, barely covering Brian, but it was obvious that she hadn’t just stolen them. 

Sorina shook her head, amused. I wonder how long that’s been going on. 

Clint had stretched himself out on the couch, one of his hands laying across Nico’s forearm like he couldn’t bear to not touch him even in sleep. The corners of her lips turned down, and she huffed the ghost of a sigh. She needed the full story. 

Propped in a chair next to Nico was Evan, his head tipped back and neck stretched at an awkward angle. His mouth was open, and every slight inhale drew out a small snore. In his lap was a clipboard, full of papers with times, medication names, and stats carefully listed. He clutched a damp rag in one hand, the other dangling to the side, a pencil underneath the chair from where it had dropped through sleep numb fingers. 

She smiled, letting her eyes soften and reached toward him, letting her magic soothe the worry lines from inbetween his brows. He needed to sleep. There was a lot of responsibility on him, he couldn’t afford to be so out of it. 

Stepping forward, around her sleeping sister and her unrealized paramour, her hand crept into Evan’s hair. The graying strands were soft under her fingers, but she didn’t linger. Gently, she tipped his head forward so that he wouldn’t wake with a crick in his neck. The exhausted man didn’t stir, only letting out a small snuffle of air as he settled in. 

They were all so tired, absolutely drained of energy, and all due to one poor victim of a crime she didn’t fully understand. Said victim looked like he was finally asleep. Actually resting instead of the delirious half-conscious state he had been in previously. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, the wet wheeze still audible, but he wasn’t panicked, and the rapid eye movement and twitching was gone. 

Leaning over the arm of the couch, she checked on Nico, touching the back of her hand to his forehead. The sweltering heat from before had lessened. Now, it was no longer the heat of a desert dune midday, but it was still warm, like she was holding her hand too close to a candle. 

Checking the clipboard in Evan’s lap, she saw that his last medication was listed about 2:15 a.m. Barely twenty minutes before. Evan must have fallen asleep fast and hard. 

Turning back, she brushed her hand through his hair softly, like her mother used to do when she was sick, and noticed it was cleaner than before. Evaluating him further, she noticed that his bandages were fresh and clean. They’d bathed him, apparently, the speckles and smears of blood that had been present across his skin washed clean. 

A curl of satisfaction unfurled itself in her belly,  hopeful that her work had actually made a difference to saving his life. He certainly looked stronger, and there’s no way he would have tolerated a bath in the state he was when she arrived. 

Settling on the arm of the lounger, she curled her hand against Nico’s fingers, mindful of the broken and misaligned bones. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t stir. 

Looking past the ulcerated wounds on his face and neck, Sorina noted his pale complexion, more than just blood loss and lack of sunlight. His blue eyes as he’d panicked while she worked and examined him called out to her, and she couldn’t help but be reminded of her little brother. That name still rang in her head like the biggest of bells in a church steeple. 

Nico. 

She wiped at a tear that tried to form in her eye, recalling her own brother’s cherubic cheeks and curly black hair. How both of them had looked so much like their mother that her father joked that when they were older people would think they were triplets. 

Viciously, Sorina chased away the image of them both laying still and unmoving on the asphalt, blood pooling across the black surface as she’d tried to get up and get away from the men with guns. Her face throbbing as she pushed her way into running, hands cut to shreds on glass. 

I don’t want to think about that. Stop it.

She took a deep breath, exhaling her pain as she laid Nico’s hand back to his stomach. Her Nico was dead and gone, but this one still needed help. The IV bag that Evan had set up would have fluids to keep him hydrated, but the injured man still needed nutrients. Everything he could get packed into a medium he could keep down. Plus, everyone else would need to eat too. 

So, a few hours later, Sorina found herself in a strange kitchen kneading dough. A red, plaid apron was wrapped around her, protecting her clothes from flour streaks. The kitchen was surprisingly well stocked, and she hadn’t found any difficulty in finding any ingredient she needed. 

Once it was closer to actual morning, she would make some real breakfast food, but the soup she was making had a majority of the nutrients Nico would need while being easy enough on his stomach to keep it down. Plus, she was making enough of it to last for days. 

She’d checked on Nico every fifteen minutes while she worked, making sure that he was still sleeping and stable. She had the feeling that Evan wouldn’t be very happy that he’d fallen asleep, but Nico was safe, and he needed the sleep. 

While she was separating the dough for its last rising, a strangled snort and the quiet thump of something on the carpet made her turn around. Wiping her hands on the apron, she went into the living room to find Evan leaning over Nico. His clipboard was on the floor, probably escaped when he shifted in his sleep, but it was ignored now. The beast master’s fingers were on the boy’s throat, checking his pulse and the tight wind of his shoulders relaxed as he found it.

“He’s alright, Evan,” she said softly, not wanting to wake the others. 

Surprised, he jumped and twirled on her, eyes flashing red for just a split second before he recognized her. He put a hand to his chest, breathing heavily as he leaned over his knees. “God, you scared the shit out of me,” he whispered. 

“Sorry,” a grin stretched her face and made her eyes crinkle. “I’ve been checking on him every fifteen minutes for the last two hours. I haven’t noticed any change.” 

Straightening, Evan signed, rolling his neck and running a hand through his hair. “Thank you, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Here I was berating Brian for leaving him alone, and I went and did the same thing.” 

Sorina shook her head, coming further into the room to put a hand on his shoulder. “You needed the sleep, don’t beat yourself up. Nothing’s happened.” 

“But it could have.” 

“Anything could happen, but it didn’t,” she said firmly, cutting off that line of thought. It wouldn’t serve any of them. “Why don’t you check him over, soothe some of your worries, and I’ll bring you some tea.” 

He nodded, rubbing at the bags under his eyes and displacing his glasses before leaning back over Nico. 

When she came back, she held a steaming cup of tea in one hand, and a bowl of the chicken bone broth in the other. The broth was carefully strained with no heavy seasonings, but it still smelled wonderful to her. 

Evan was busy administering something to Nico through his IV port, but he tilted his head in question toward the bowl, eyebrow raised. 

“Figured he needs all of the liquids and nutrients he can get, especially if those are pain meds and antibiotics you’re giving him. It’s easy on the stomach, homemade, I think he can handle it just fine.” 

“Yeah, that sounds fine. You said homemade?” 

He sounded surprised, and she felt a wave of dry amusement. “Not all twenty first century women shun the kitchen,” she said, mock sternly. 

“My mistake,” Evan laughed, blushing sweetly. If she wanted, she could probably see the yellow, golden shivers of happiness twisting around the edges of his aura. But she was tired, and she wanted to look at the smile lines around the corners of his mouth more. 

Evan moved out of her way, taking the tea from her with a grateful smile. She settled on the arm of the lounger again, carefully setting the bowl on the side table so that she could spread a towel across Nico’s chest and neck. 

“Would you mind grabbing one of those small pillows, Evan?” She whispered, pointing at one of the ones that had escaped Brian and Kristy’s nest. 

Handing it to her, he settled back in his chair, watching her carefully. Sorina didn’t mind the scrutiny, it was far beyond her first time helping someone sick eat. 

Cradling Nico’s head in one of her small hands, she brought him up slightly, rubbing her thumb across his skin. Eyelids crinkling, Nico stirred, stiffening as he came closer to consciousness. “Hush, Cola,” she murmured, “it’s okay, just need to get some food in you, yeah?” 

Nico didn’t offer any protest when she slipped the pillow behind his head, blue eyes opening slightly to gaze glassily around the room. He didn’t seem to really focus on anything, but she started to feel the waves of fear building. 

Her heart cracked at that, and she shushed him again, rubbing her thumb across the middle of his forehead, “it’s okay, just some broth, nothing to be scared of.” 

No answer was forthcoming, but she saw his lips move slightly with unintelligible words. Steadying herself, she grabbed the bowl, dipping the spoon inside before blowing on the hot liquid. Testing it first, she didn’t want to burn Nico, she finally brought the spoon to his mouth. 

A cut off whimper made her pause, but Nico didn’t pull away, opening his mouth obediently at the feel of metal against his lips. Sorina took a quick breath, feeling her eyes widen slightly. She didn’t know what that meant exactly, but she could guess. 

Shuddering, she pushed her horror away. He needed this, she couldn’t get in his way. It wasn’t time to catalogue everything that had been done to him. 

Pouring droplets of the broth into his mouth, she murmured to him, “Drink, little bear.” 

His chapped and dry mouth worked slightly, letting the liquid slide down his throat. Sorina sighed when he didn’t choke or cough, bringing more liquid to his mouth quickly to take advantage of his limited strength. 

Apparently she was too fast, and he choked on a scared whine, face turning away from her. A low rumble to her side made her jerk, spilling a few hot drops of soup over her thumb. Clint raised his head, hair muzzy and eyelids sleep heavy, but the wolf’s yellow eyes locked on to her in an instant. Lip curling, she saw his incisors elongate, and she bopped him on the nose with the spoon.   

He flinched, startled, crossing his eyes to look at the spoon held threateningly in front of his face. “Knock it off, Rover, don’t make me spill this.” 

Evan snorted, slurping at his tea in an obvious effort not to laugh at his friend. She felt oddly accomplished. 

Clint grumbled, but his teeth returned to normal as he sat himself up, rubbing at his face. “What time is it?” 

“Same time it was yesterday,” she answered, bringing another spoonful to Nico’s mouth and getting him to swallow a few more drops. 

“Hardy har har,” Clint scowled, watching her feed his mate. 

Evan took pity on the barely awake werewolf. “It’s a little after five, we’re just trying to get something on his stomach for the new round of meds.” 

Yawning, Clint nodded, his shoulders slumping as he looked Nico over. He turned to Sorina, and the naked gratitude in his face made part of her anger at him crack. “Thank you, thank you so much for helpin’ him.” 

“My pleasure,” she acknowledged, concentrating on feeding Nico the broth. “Get some more sleep, Clint. The stronger you are, the more the bond can work to help him heal.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He laid back down, hand coming back to brush against Nico as he closed his eyes. 

Cutting her gaze over to Evan, she saw the lingering fatigue in how he slumped over his cup of tea. Gazing into the cooling liquid with a blank face. “You should go lay down, Evan, get a few more hours of sleep. He’s got his meds, and I’m wide awake. Still making bread in the kitchen, and I’ll have breakfast ready before his next dose is due. I’ll wake you up if anything changes.” 

Evan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking his glasses off. “You’re right. Thank you, Selene.” Getting to his feet with a heavy slouch, he set his tea aside and grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch. The other end of the sectional couch was empty, and he sprawled out on it easily. It only took a few minutes before she heard the sound of soft snores. 

Sorina helped Nico with a few more mouthfuls of broth, gently wiping his face of the drips that escaped his mouth. His eyelashes, what remained of them, fluttered against his cheeks as he ran out of energy. 

She set the bowl to the side, it was nearly empty anyway, and reached out to brush his hair back from his forehead. Humming, she settled him with soft touches, words starting to fall out of her mouth in a simple melody. One her mother sang to them when they were going to sleep. 

One she’d sung to Nico when he had nightmares, and kept singing as Kristy came into her life. When she got to the refrain, she trailed off, pressing a kiss to her fingers and placing it on Nico’s forehead. 

His eyelids fluttered, and he leaned into her touch. “Th..ks..’Rina,” he murmured, barely audible, barely intelligible, before sighing into sleep. 

She froze. Wide eyed. Breath caught in her throat. 

[safrona-shadowsun]

About the Mun...

Tagged by: @zookeeper-cielsy and @adorablestitch okay I'll do this because you're all adorable!

Tagging only if you want to!: @mremaknu, @darbiebot, @aranyaphoenix, @halenvar, @s-p-giffy, @preachersooc, @viceofalltrades, @curiouscodex, @themadamelioness, @puppet-master-jihye, @asharri, @braedensunstorm, @asharinhun, @musingsofamute, @aegisofstars, @duraxxor, @leavenohoofprints, @anierous-sunblade, @whimsicallyart and anybody else if you want to!

Name/Nickname: Saf, Saffy, Anna, and sometimes even...Tess.

Gender: Female Height: 5′4″ Hogwarts House: Pottermore told me Slytherin, but I say Ravenclaw. The sorting hat and I must have words. Favorite Animal: I like cats mostly. Hours of Sleep:  Somewhere between 5-8. More hrs sleeping some days if I can manage it, especially if I have managed very little sleep. Dogs or Cats: Cats definitely. Number of Blankets: 2, more during the winter. I need to wrap myself like a burrito or bust.

Dream Trip: Anywhere really. I'm long overdue for a long road trip somewhere.

Dream Job:  A commissioned artist with a reliable income. Time: 9:20pm (Eastern) Birthday: Feb 14th Favorite Bands: I like a lot of different music, but I couldn't say I have a favorite. Favorite Solo Artist: Same. I love powerful vocals, but I don't have a favorite these days.

Song Stuck In My Head:  The cover of "Ordinary World" originally done by Duran Duran made for The Evil Within 2. My husband plays it ritually at least once a day since I've started watching walkthroughs of the game.

Last Movie I Watched: Wonder Woman! Last Show I watched: An episode of The Gifted. I watch a lot of Youtube actually if anything. When did I create my Blog: Apparently this blog has existed since July of 2012 >.> What do I post/Reblog:  This blog is mainly an RP blog for my Sin'dorei Courier and Warlock, so I usually post what is in relation to that. Alot of wine, some dark magic, fitting quotations, inspirations, and Rp, all pertaining to Safrona. Ooc posts are actually rare. Last thing I Googled: What the name of 'The Gifted' was, because I completely forgot the name of the show...hahaha. Why I chose My URL: It's pretty self-explanatory, as it's my character's name. Original intent: I always meant for this blog to be a Warcraft related blog, but originally I had thought I would just be posting more art in relation to my Warlock, and take more of an audience role in watching people interact with each other's blogs. Boy did that change...

Other Blogs:

@taciturnip-up  -- Main Ooc Blog @gravekeeper-anna @lay-sister-rose @delaurac @echoesofthelight @danseofdeath

Followers: On Saf's blog: 940. I'm not worthy /bows Lucky number: Don't have one. Favorite Instrument: I love the sound of the cello, and it's probably Saf's favorite sound too. Probably just made her a Blood Elf for the Eversong theme. *snickers* What am I wearing: A gray hoodie, work slacks, tennis shoes and a red plush blanket... Nationality: Half Filipino and Caucasian. Favorite Song: Iiii dunno.

Last Book I Read: Probably something in the series of A Song of Ice and Fire. I've been trying to restart The Graveyard Book again by Neil Gaiman, as I've heard it's supposed to be becoming a movie...woo.

[silverglimse-productions]

An Undermare You Can’t Wake From

Summary: Phil is stuck in a Undertale-like world, having the role as Sans. He lives together with Dan that plays the role of Papyrus, but nothing seems quite right about him. One day when Phil must greet the human in a new playthrough, the human has changed appearance to look like Dan, that claims he is the real Dan and has come to save Phil…

Wordcount: 1054

Chapter 01 of ?

TW warning: I don’t think there is any, but if there is please let me know!

AN: Hi everybody! This is my first fanfiction EVER, so please tell me if there is anything you think should improve, also make sure to tell me what you think of this story so far! I will try to update the story as often as I can, but I am not sure yet how often that is…

Chapter 01: Just Another Reset... Or Is It?

Dunk, dunk. Phil had been awakened by an obnoxious knock from his housemate Dan. He didn’t want to open his eyes, since he was afraid of what was awaiting him. “ARE YOU UP YET, PHIL? WE HAVE A LONG DAY AHEAD OF US! WE MUST BE READY, IF A HUMAN COMES BY! I, UH, I MEAN WE HAVE TO CAPTURE IT! PLUS, WE HAVE TO MEET WITH THE DOGS TODAY TOO!” Phil sighed. It had happened once again… the God of this world had reset the timeline again. Once again, he had to go look for humans, and once again he had to celebrate the guard dogs wedding day. This was getting repetitive. Phil opened his eyes and looked around his messy bedroom. Yep, the God had reset the timeline. Damn it! And we had just gotten to the surface too!

DUNK, DUNK. Another obnoxious knock. “PHIL? WAKE UP ALREADY, OR I AM GOING TO LEAVE WITHOUT YOU! AND I AM GOING TO TAKE THE BONE WITH ME!” Dan began to sound a bit irritated. The bone was a celebration gift to the dogs “Don’t worry Dan… I will be ready bone-for you know it.” “SERIOSLY PHIL? IT IS TO EARLY FOR THIS!” Phil could almost hear Dan facepalming outside the door. Dan soon gave up, and went downstairs. Phil knew this because every single step on the staircase creaked.

Phil hesitantly got out of bed, and walked over to his closet to get changed into something, he could wear outside. On the way, he took a glance at his big, secret-holding chest where he had used to have props in, that he could use in future videos. There were still props in, but it also contained other things, like TABINOF, DABGO and other things from their lives as Youtubers…

He put on his t-shirt with all sorts of Avengers things on it, since it was the only shirt he had from his earlier life. He stood for a moment and just looked at Dan’s Eclipse t-shirt, which Phil had stored in the back of the closet. It was in Phil’s closet and not in Dan’s closet, because Dan had thrown it out, while saying things like “It isn’t practical in Snowdin, to have a t-shirt.” And “Why did I even own this? It is so not me…” It had broken Phil’s heart to see his best friend throw one of the most iconic Dan thingstm out, so when Dan had been distracted whit talking to a neighbour about Louise, Phil had picked it up and hid it in his closet.

He couldn’t put it off any longer, so he hastily put on the rest of his clothes, and went downstairs. Dan was sitting in the red sofa with a bowl of cereal, watching a colourful break screen, with the text Stay tuned for more! written on it, on the TV. “OH, THERE YOU ARE PHIL. I WAS JUST ABOUT TO LEAVE, I JUST NEED TO FINISH MY BREAKFAST FIRST. YOU GO ON AHEAD. I WILL BE THERE IN A GIFFY!”

Dan had changed a lot since they had gotten down here. He didn’t swear in the slightest, and he didn’t have any existential crisis’, but he had also gotten more childlike and gullible. He wasn’t Dan anymore. Sure, he still looked the same. The same slightly tanned skin, the same brown fringe, and the same brown eyes with specks of gold in them, but his personality was not the Dan personality, Phil knew and loved. The personality change may have something to do with the fact that, Dan – like all other characters in this world, except Phil – got his memories wiped every time, the God reset the timeline. Of course, Dan wasn’t the only one who had had a personality change, so had Phil. His vision of the world had become bleak, and it became bleaker and bleaker, every time the God reset the timeline. He didn’t believe that he would ever get back to the world that he had once known. He had gotten teleportation powers, sure, but it didn’t help, because the only other world he could teleport to, was to this world’s Surface World. It had driven Phil crazy, the fact that the timeline just keeps getting reset, without any hope for him ever getting out of it. I guess ignorance is bliss after all.

How did they get here? Phil had no idea. The only thing he knew was that he had just uploaded a video to YouTube, and when had headed straight to bed. When he had opened his eyes the next morning, he had been here.

Phil went outside into the cold weather. He had to be in possession before the human – AKA the God of this world – arrives. Phil made sure no one was looking, and then snapped his fingers. He flew through one of his many teleport tunnels, and ended up behind a bush, just outside the ruins. He sneaked a little into the forest behind him, and found his hidden treehouse, there was just enough into the forest that it would be hard for the human to see the treehouse, but not so far into the forest, that Phil couldn’t keep a close eye on the giant door to the ruins. And then he just had to wait. In the little treehouse were a couple of blankets, some old comic books and manga, so he could do something while he waited.

About an hour went by before anything happened, but finally, after Phil had just finished reading his third comic, the door to the ruin opened, and out came the human. Phil was not close enough to see the features of the human, but he had greeted them so many times before, that he probably could draw them in his sleep. He sneaked closer, waiting for just the right moment to come out of the forest. He soon came so close to the human, that he could see it’s features, but it was not how the human normally looked…

…Instead of the yellow skin, the striped shirt, the emotionless face and brown bowl cut, that the human usually had, it had slightly tanned skin, a black t-shirt, a slightly scared look on their face, and a brown fringe.

The human looked just like Dan!

AN: And that was chapter 01, hope you liked it! Thank you for reading and have a nice day <3

Ps: I have an ao3 too, if you want to follow the story, without any distractions: http://archiveofourown.org/users/SilverGlimse_Productions

[openbookwrose-blog]

Waiting for Labor

So it’s been awhile since i posted something to my so called “ blog” 

How do I even start, well, I was told by my OB that I was due on May 25-30 to be exact. And of course as excited as I am, I have told my family especially my husband that was our expected date to finally see our baby boy. 

Apparently, it didn’t go as planned or calendar noted. My anxiety was rising, I could’t sleep of thinking what if my baby poop his first dirt inside me, I would lose him or myself. What would I tell my husband or to my family. I kept monitoring his movements just to make sure he was still IN there. Yes, I was getting paranoid as usual, typical Rose who overthinks alot. But this was MY baby we’re talking about, my very first boy. 

I asked/talked to every experienced mommy I know, but they all have the same answers that everything will be fine and that I had to wait for a little while. I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. I was more worried about him, what he feels inside me, what he wanted, what he needed from me. I googled and googled for answers just to ease my brain from exploding. 

June 01 2017 (06:10 am)

My bloody plug finally came out, but I knew that labor won’t start yet until 24 hours or so. I was quite relieved of seeing it, I knew he was on his way. I settled down and conserve much energy as I can. Mom my wouldnt’ quit bugging me to walk and walk, it was quite annoying really as she repeated it several times even though she knew i heard her. Well who could blame someone who’s to excited to see his grandchild. I was happy to see my husband calm and patient, he would walk with me, watch me eat my not so delish meal ( awful just awful meal at the hospital) brought me MCDONALDS, yes! I’m talking about nuggets! The funny thing about my last trimester ( a week before I delivered my boy) was I was crazily craving for cold and sweets bites and drinks non stop, I knew it wasn’t good for both of us. Knowingly I had a gestational diabetes.  Honey, it was difficult to resist the good foods that are easy to be handed on the palm of your hands. :D That night, which was actually my last night of being pregnant (that i don’t have a knowledge of) a kind nurse asked me if I wanted to take a warm shower, I said hell YES (for not washing your hair for 3 days) I badly needed it, plus the uniform that I was wearing kept giving me this weird smell on my body. I had my shower, it felt like it was my first shower for centuries, I took a little walk before heading to my room, I wondered why am I hearing babies every hour or 2 hours. Is it because I was just near the “ baby room “ where they kept the babies clean or take their long naps. But hell no, I was actually in the delivery room, rooms where mamas give birth, my eyes widened as I heard a lady and the doctor exchanging words of “ push “ and “ ugh” here goes my anxiety again, wtf why was I not told that I was already in the delivery room, all those times I was thinking it was my private room to sleep and rest while waiting for the big day and as the big day comes, I would be transferred again to another room. LOL wtf how stupid of me. Maybe I didn’t heard the DR that well where I was to be put after confirming that I needed to be admitted 3 days ago. Probably I was so overwhelmed that I was finally going to stay at the hospital and wait. Anyways, i returned to my room as fast as I can after hearing that “ push “ I was having a panic attack and went straight to bed even my hair was still wet. 

June 02 2017 (06:15 am)

My water BROKE! for the first time in my life, I felt a big push from my stomach, water started to gush all over me and on the bed, I was blackout for awhile, what to do? should I stand up and clean myself? I just showered for taco’s sake. OH there was also a heart monitor for the baby where they strap it to your belly every once in awhile for 1-2 hours that I find it so annoying and uncomfortable, especially when I had the urge to go to the bathroom. Strapped around you like your a mental patient. Quite room with no phone, alone, strapped = MENTAL (literally i would go mental) I was glad I had a roomie before I started my labor, she was having her contractions already, and since she was chinese, I would only hear small noise from her ( the ughhhhh ) but in a virgin kinda way LOL maybe because I was still calm and didn’t know that my contractions as well is approaching. I tried to stay calm as much as possible. Conserve energy I say, as I knew I would badly need it. I kept looking at the clock, waiting for 1pm for visiting hours. MY husband, he was always who I think of apart from my son. Hmmmm what food would he bring this time?

Bloody hell, 08:15 my contractions started. PAINFUL as it was I tried to keep my composure, Its going to be fine, its just labor, after that, a big push and baby would be right there in a giffy, 6 hours had passed and the contractions are getting worse, I was shouting, pushing as much as I can even if it wasn’t time to push, but it eases when I pushed. For the love of fries, it was killing me. and that stupid strap was still on me, i tried to fight the pain, fuckin hell it was just pain, it was death to me. I held so tight on the edge of my bed, it was a protection board from falling, I didn’t want anyone touching me or asking me to lay down properly. It was just to painful. Dan came at 1pm, he saw me in a different condition, sweating, cursing every word I knew, crying, screaming. He tried to comfort me, no comfort in this world would ease what I was going through. Please let this be over, I didn’t want it anymore, I wanted to go home and not feel it ever again. The hours in between, DRs would come and check on me and my V access every 30 minutes. Put 2 fingers inside me which wasn’t pleasurable, speaking in chinese which I couldn’t understand well because I was too distracted from the pain. I wanted to curse the shit out of them, but they were there to help. FINALLY, 01:45pm they decided to put me in the operation room as my son wouldn’t cooperate with the pushing, he would still go up to my stomach, damn son you really made my life a living hell at that very moment. I signed the papers, that I was very OKAY to have a C section, just to get over it. I’m still glad that it was just a 6 hours labor, more than that. I’d probably have my eyes whiten and bubbles on my mouth hahaha 

As they push my bed to the operation room, I knew what was coming. MY baby boy, all I could think of was him, nothing but him. Eager to hear his first cry, see his face, and kiss him.

The operation only took 6 minutes, I heard my son cry and I started crying too. There he was perfect and fragile. My whole universe just right beside me….

[hahmenjung]