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Too friend-shaped, went to the botanical garden and came back with an older lady's phone number gfkldgjk
The lilacs : ))
#kibs walks#befriended two other old ladies too lkjdfj#but the lady who swapped phone numbers with me/gave me a hug hung out with me half the day talking#she told me about some fox kits in a den there! knew when they come out to play even#but apparently they moved them cause no fox kits : (#got to hang out with cool birds tho!
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<san x fem!reader x seonghwa>
Where your pretty little cat hybrids keep more than your hands busy, especially when Seonghwa canât keep his paws off you during his rut.
no fur coats, but a hell lot of purring đž
a/n: an exchange im doing with the loml @bro-atz 𩷠hope youâll love it as much as I did hehehe. this is also a love letter to bro, who shares the same brain as i do, who now cannot remove me from their life even they wanted to đđŠˇ
genre/warnings: smut, pwp, two horny kitty hybrids, Seonghwa is in heat, orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mild exhibitionism because San catches you and hwa fucking, cunnilingus, kitchen sex, anal, it's filthy (atp i think you're not surprised???), breeding
word count: 3K
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Seonghwa draws circles on your thigh, blinking slowly at the tv programme that heâs evidently not focusing on. Itâs a lazy afternoon and itâs your day off. Both felines are more than happy to have you around, burying you with themselves at either side of your body.Â
Both kitties can switch back and forth between their cat transformations, and they do, out of convenience for certain situations, and especially when they want you to carry them to bed. San lies down on your lap, his feline breed of a bigger size because of his human stature, evidently taking up more space on your lap. Heâs definitely fallen asleep, judging by his slow breathing patterns. Seonghwa, on the other hand, seemed distracted. Heâs huddled up against your shoulder, hand still on your thighs.Â
You donât pay him much attention, wanting to concentrate on carrying San.Â
Seonghwa jumps when you shift to leave, a displeased expression on his face as his fingers grab your shirt, his ears downcast. âWhere are you going?â He asks with a pout.Â
âLet me carry San back into the bedroom since he wants to sleepâ, you say, carefully picking the fluffier cat up. San stirs slightly, but when he realises itâs you, his body relaxes a little. Seonghwa reluctantly lets go when your hand slips under his chin giving him small strokes, feeling him purr before he finally lets you go.Â
âGosh, Sannie. I know youâve been working out but holy shit-â you stammer in your movements, trying to balance his weight on your arms. San is half-awake, flailing slightly in an attempt to keep his balance in your arms. Itâs utterly adorable but you would never hear the end of his whining if you were to drop him again. You decide to stay still and let the feline adjust comfortably before you walked over to your shared bedroom to drop him off. San nuzzles against your neck, soft purrs reaching your ears as his cat body presses against you, and you canât help but run your fingers through his soft fur. San in his cat form was a lot easier to carry than when he transforms into a hybrid, thatâs for sure, but he really is a big cat compared to Seonghwa.Â
You watch as San lulls himself to sleep, his tail-swishing gradually slowing down as his body relaxes, before you press a soft kiss onto his small forehead, leaving him to wander in his daydreams.Â
Once San has completely dozed off, you gingerly slide off the bed, heading to the common space in the apartment, deciding to whip yourself something light to snack on.
You pass the sofa, your peripherals catching the taller male lying on the sofa. You steal a quick glanceâSeonghwa also seemed to be deep in his slumberâhis tail relaxed against the fabric of the couch, his arms outstretched, hugging the pillow, his hair splayed messily. Oh gosh, heâs so fucking adorable.
You let yourself internally fawn over how soft he looks before you turned your heel to the kitchen. What you donât notice is the way Seonghwaâs eyebrows are furrowed, the way his legs are squeezing hard against the pillow, and the way the smell of you is flooding his senses when you bypass him. His breathing grows slightly heavier.Â
You softly hum to yourself, even though you are at a considerable distance from the couch, you still wanted to be cautious about waking Seonghwa up. Recently it seems like heâs slightly on edge. For the most part, Seonghwaâs energy jumps between a spectrumâcalm or just bursting at the seams with endless amounts of energy, almost comparable to San. But Seonghwa has been more restless as of late, his attention span everywhere, his sensitivity seemingly climbing up in levels.Â
You pull open the fridge door, your eyes scanning the contents for any signs of leftovers you could have a quick munch on. Your hands reach out to a bunched-up pile of aluminum foilâthe leftover kimbap you made the day before. You shut the door quickly once you have the snack in your hands, spending no time unwrapping the foil.Â
Your attention is now on the content on your phone, reading off social media while you comfortably munch on the rice rolls, your body facing the counter, too engrossed to get a chair to sit.Â
Midway through your snack time, your body jolts when you feel a pair of very warm hands wrap around your waist, his body weight pressing against yours.Â
âYouâre up, Hwa. Are you hungry?â You ask, stroking his arms, not realising that heâs letting them slip dangerously close to your chest.Â
Seonghwa shakes his head, then presses his cheeks against your temple, nuzzling you.Â
His arms tighten around you, his hands slipping under your shirt more boldly, his slender fingers cupping your tits, giving them a squeeze that elicited a soft groan from you.
The kimbap is left forgotten on the counter.
You sigh, the feeling of Seonghwaâs teeth nibbling against the soft skin on your neck while he kneads your tits seeping into your senses.Â
You swallow hard, trying to keep your sanity rooted, even though Seonghwaâs hands are slipping downwards south, his fingers tugging and fidgeting with the elastic of your shorts.Â
âWhatâs up, kitty?â, you manage to ask in between deep breaths. His thumbs hook onto the waistband, teasingly tugging your shorts lower.Â
Then you feel something thick pressing against the curve of your spine when he leans in impossibly close.Â
Heat is flushing into your cheeks but you remain composed, turning your head to face Seonghwa.Â
âCanât seem to sleep with the smell of you just suffocating me like thatâ, he mutters, tone low that you shiver, and he has one hand palming over his thick erection underneath his shorts. âAnd especially your cunt.â
You donât answer him right away, your mind sifting through the possibilities behind Seonghwaâs recent behaviour. His tail curls around your thighs, riding the fabric of your shorts, the fluffy tip caressing your skin.Â
âYour heat came earlyâ, you realise when the pieces finally click together. However, a little too late by then, considering that Seonghwa has you trapped under him, his erection pressing painfully against your lower back while his hands are leaving no areas of your skin untouched. Itâs creating a haze in your mind, and before you could even formulate a response to offer the older hybrid to buy meds, his fingers are close to your scalp, and he tugs your hair with enough force that youâre forced to face upwards, staring right into Seonghwaâs glazed out eyes. He stares down at you, eyes dripping with overflowing lust before he collides his lips against yours, stealing every bit of oxygen left, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth, all of your moans going right to his cock.Â
When he pulls back, he leans you over the kitchen counter, pressing his weight against yours, his lips right at the shell of your ear.
âFucking hell. I can smell how much your pussy just wants to be fucked.â
âWait! Hwa-â
âYouâre such a bad ownerâ, he continues, in between groans that only make you squeeze your thighs when he grinds himself against you. âYouâre doing it on purpose, right? Walking around with no fucking panties on. Just begging me to fuck you.âÂ
âItâs not that, Seonghwa-â, you squirm a little, your mind dangerously going blank when you feel Seonghwa pushing the opening of your shorts to reveal your soaking cunt, just taunting.Â
âWe might wake San up!â
His pants are the next to slide off, his cockhead just rubbing against the folds of your pussy.Â
âThen let him. You know he likes watching your pretty little hole get stretched open no matter whoâs fucking you right?â
He lines his wet cockhead to your hole.Â
Then he pushes himself in, and the groan he releases when he does sounds like honey in your ears as he stretches you open to accommodate his thick cock. Your hand flies to his arms which are wrapped around your waist.Â
âH-Hwa! Oh fuck-â you gasp, feeling his cock slowly fill your pussy, girth thickening towards the base.Â
âIâve been such a good kitty right?â Seonghwa mutters into your ear, listening to the way youâre falling apart on his cock. âI held back so well. You should reward me, Angel. Then again, this pretty pussy of yours is enough. Iâll take good care of it for you.â
He pulls back and starts thrusting his hips against yours, the sounds growing wetter and louder. Seonghwa moans right in your ear, and his grip around you tightens further when he feels you clench around him.Â
Cream and precum start to gather and further soak your cunt, some trickling down your inner thighs.Â
âSo fucking good. Youâre so fucking tight for me, Angelâ, Seonghwa purrs, his eyes rolling back in pleasure every time your cunt just sucks his cock in, wet and thick with cream.Â
Seonghwa straightens his back, making it easier for him to just fuck you from the back all the same.Â
The knot in your stomach tightens, and your breath hitches every time Seonghwaâs cock hits your sensitive spots.Â
He presses his body weight against yours once more, his ruts growing more intense, and he has his hands around your neck.Â
âYouâre gonna cum for me, Angel? Fuck. Gonna make sure breed you so fucking good.â
And that was enough to set the both of you offâstars splattering across your eyelids, your legs shaking uncontrollably while Seonghwa forces his cock still in you, thick white filling your pussy up, leaking past your hole.Â
You attempt to muffle your moans with your hands. Still, itâs rendered useless anyway, most because you watch San walk out of the bedroom in his hybrid form, ears pointed downwards, rubbing sleep from his eyes, expression unreadable when his eyes land on his friend with his cock stuffed in his ownerâs pussy, and especially his owner looking up at him, her eyes in tears while cum drips down her thighs.Â
His eyebrows are furrowed and he pouts.Â
You stare at the hybrid before you, his ears perked up, his eyes glazed out and so needy.
San starts kissing up your neck from behind, his tail flicking back and forth, tickling your skin as he does.Â
When you and Seonghwa had been caught by San, San pouted, upset that no one woke him up to let him join the fun.Â
And now you were dragged into the bedroom, with Seonghwa sitting before you and San behind you. Seonghwa has his cat ears pointed forwards, his cock still thick and hard, messy with cream, and his fingers trail up your neck to your chin before he closes the distance between the both of you.Â
The thing about San is that he knows how to play around with Seonghwa when it comes to fucking you, and during Seonghwaâs rut, itâs no different.Â
When Seonghwa pulls away from you, lips wet with spit, precum seeping from his cockhead, mind greedy and desperate, San cups your tits, letting Seonghwa watch him pinch your nipples, letting your cunt spit more slick, staining your inner thighs even more while you squeal in pleasure.Â
Seonghwa joins San, pressing and sucking his kisses against your skin, relishing in the way you groan every time he forms a pretty mark on your neck to your chest, then from your sternum to your pelvis, and he continues to lower himself right until his lips are on your pussy. He looks up at you through his lashes, watching the way your glazed-out expression when San makes you suck on his fingers. Seonghwaâs lips press against your creamy folds, letting his tongue slide into them, licking and fucking your pretty little hole, his cock leaking so much thick precum when he listens to your cries growing louder. Sanâs wet finger that he made you suck circles your asshole. He pushes one finger in, reminding you to relax or he canât fit his cock in and Seonghwa continues to flick his tongue against your clit, tasting everything your pussy has to give. The hybrid behind you stretches your ass with another wet finger, and itâs making you tear up, but you feel his other hand slide across your thighs to soothe you.Â
Your mind is hazy, and itâs not about to get any better when you feel your orgasm build as Seonghwaâs fucking your cunt with his tongue.Â
San lines his cockhead to your asshole when he thinks youâre stretched open enough, and pushes in, kissing up your chin, reminding you to relax for him when he hears you sob.Â
âYou shouldnât be mad at our sweetheart, hyungâ, San defends you, watching the way your thighs are shaking from the impending orgasm. âSheâs always been taking such good care of us, letting us fuck her whenever we want.âÂ
Another lick and your hands push Seonghwa against your cunt, cumming so fucking good on his tongue with a broken cry, your hole clenching Sanâs cock, his voice cursing in your ears.Â
âHwa! Fuck!â, you cry out, hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt while he fucks you with his tongue through your orgasm, his purrs getting muffled, vibrating against your clit, making you shake even more.Â
When Seonghwa pulls back, his cock is dripping with cum, his breathing as heavy as his cock.
You squeal slightly when San slowly pulls out of your ass before making you straddle Seonghwaâs lap.Â
San leans into your ear to give you a suggestion.Â
âYou should be a good girl and ride him. You know he loves it when you do.â
Seonghwa looks like heâs on the verge of crying, his fists are clenched, his mind anticipating when he watches you hungrily lift your hips, grazing your pussy with his messy and thick cock before you push yourself on him, your legs shaking from how Seonghwa split your pussy from below.Â
He hisses, a slew of curses leaving his lips while his cock twitches in you. His pretty ears are twitching too.Â
âSo good,â Seonghwa mutters in between tears. âFuck. Still so fucking tight even when I fucked you just now-â
San lets his hands rest on your hip, guiding you to fuck yourself on Seonghwaâs cock. Seonghwaâs tail swishes rather violently, his head rolled back and pressed into the pillows, his whines and grunts filling up the room. Watching him squirm and unravel could get you and San addictedâespecially with the stark contrast of when he takes the lead at first, only to completely fall apart in your hands when heâs under you.Â
âKitty is so fucking cute when youâre ruining him like this, especially when heâs in heatâ, San hums. You nod, kissing San on his temple before your face contorts into pleasure when you sink onto Seonghwaâs cock again.Â
âYouâre such a good boy, Hwa. Such a good and pretty boy for meâ, you sigh, leaning forward, letting your hands wander across his body, your fingertips teasingly grazing against his perky and swollen nipples. You press your thumb against his lips, and Seonghwa sucks on your fingers, looking at you with watery eyes. You wet your other thumb with your lips, and roll his nipples, listening to Seonghwa cry out helplessly underneath you while you still bounce off his lengthy cock.Â
âOh fuck, oh fuckâ, Seonghwa whimpers, his ears twitching uncontrollably. âNgh- gonna cum. Fuck! Cumming-Oh fuck itâs so muchâ, he groans, eyes screwed shut, fingers leaving marks on your thighs, holding you still, letting his endless warm and thick spurts fill you up over and over again while you sing him praises. Â
âDonât forget about me, kittyâ, San reminds you, his hands pulling you back as you lift yourself off Seonghwaâs cock with an eye-rolling shiver, so much fucking cum drizzling out from your hole, which San slips his cock in, and plugs your pussy hole shut, ignoring the way youâre crying that youâre too full.
Itâs fine. San is gonna fuck the cum out of you anyway.Â
Sanâs thick cock stuffs you full, and you hear him groan in your ear when he bottoms out in you. His hands caress your thighs before he lifts you and sits you on his cock again, listening to your cries.Â
âHyung, you really stretched her out so wellâ, San teases, his tail excitedly hitting the mattress whenever he feels you squeeze him.Â
Seonghwa fucks his hand, watching the way youâre being fucked by San from below. Seonghwa doesnât like sharing, but for some reason, he thinks Sanâs enjoyment of watching you be fucked stupid by him starts making sense in his head seeing you so ruined perfectly like that.Â
Fluids pool at the base of Sanâs cock at every thrust, and itâs a pornographic sight of his cock thrusting in and out of your abused hole.Â
In your ears, youâre just hearing San groaning, âfuck kitty. feels so fuckin amazing like this. Oh my fuck.â
Your brain is mush, coherent sentences arenât even formingâonly feeling Sanâs dick hitting spots in your pussy thatâs making you see stars.Â
Seonghwa shifts above you, his hand on your scalp, forcing you to look up at him and his pretty cock, watching him fucking his hand against your face. By instinct, you stick your tongue out as much as you can, even though youâre being fucked stupid by San.Â
âThatâs a good girlâ, Seonghwa hums. âIâll make you so fucking pretty.âÂ
With a strained groan, he bucks his hips against his palm, another load decorating your face.Â
âFuck, youâre squeezing me so much, kitty. I know hyung likes messing you up with his cum. Still, Iâm the one with his cock in you yâknowâ, San complains as he pushes his cock even deeper, pulling you out of any remaining coherent thoughts, your legs pushing open when your third orgasm hits from the overstimulation. You break, spraying all over Seonghwa when you lift your hips off San, forcefully pushing his cock out, his cum diluted by the clear liquid.Â
No doubt, youâre completely spent. Your eyelids are heavy from exhaustion, but San and Seonghwa take turns pressing kisses onto your lips, whispering sweet nothings alongside purring against your neck.Â
Youâre in an absolute sticky mess, in tears, so fucked out thanks to your two pretty kitties.
And youâd let them do it all over again.Â
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One Year SpecialđĽłđ¤
I can't quite believe it either, BUT 6 more days, and it's been a year since I posted my first fic for the boys. Soo I've been thinking about what to do as some sort of anniversary gift to you guys and azzyđ¤ helped me come up with stuffđđ You'll get twelve mini-fics since it's been twelve months, one for each of the boys and then four more for pairings of two (they're a poly mess with the reader). So here's the planđ¤đ¤:
06.10.24 Chan -> sunset at the beach
07.10.24 Minho -> feeding stray kitties
08.10.24 Changbin -> gym date
10.10.24 Hyunjin -> picnic/walk in a field of flowers
11.10.24 Jisung -> nap in your lap after a long day
13.10.24 Felix -> brownie baking ofc
15.10.24 Seungmin -> late night walk by the river
16.10.24 Jeongin -> comfort fic (mess-up on stage)
17.10.24 Minchan -> Min meeting Berry for the first time
18.10.24 Sunshine Twins -> Cooking (seconds before disaster)
19.10.24 Hyunbin -> Painting (Binnie's messy af)
20.10.24 Maknaes -> Surprise Cards for Reader
Find them here
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â ď¸ âââ MATERNITY LEAVE
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     âIâm back!â Jeongin called into the apartmentÂ
     Y/n glanced up from her laptop and looked towards the apartment door. Smiling as he walked into the living room. Leaning down to kiss her, âHowâd the meeting go?â she askedÂ
     âHR is doing some investigation but itâs looking like i have to fire someone,â Jeongin sighed and sat downÂ
     âSounds like fun,â Y/n laid her head on his shoulderÂ
     âYeah. Favorite part of owning a company,â Jeongin wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. âSpeaking of companies. My dadâs company is hosting a banquet next week and he asked me to bring you.â
     âOkay, Iâll be your date,â Y/n smiledÂ
     âThereâs gonna be people from other companies there. Theyâre gonna ask about you.â
     âAnd what are you going to tell them?â Y/n sat up and turned to him
     âI wanna tell them you're my girlfriend but, what do you think?â
     âWhy are you asking me?â
     âBecause my world is different from yours. Youâll get a lot more attention than youâre used to. And our little guy is going to get it too.â
     Y/n leaned forward and pecked his lips, âI knew that when we got together. I knew our baby was going to get the attention too. We can talk about him when I'm closer to the due date, but I'm fine with a little more attention.â
     Jeongin smiled, âGood. I was worried about what you would think about it all.â
     âWhy?â
     âI might sound like a loser but you're the first serious relationship Iâve had so in my mind this is a big deal.â
      âYou never had a serious relationship before?âÂ
     âThatâs what you focused on?â Jeongin laughed
     âYes! Am I really your first serious relationship? Did you not date anyone before me?!â
     âI did but they never lasted. Most of the time, girls didnât like the fact my best friend was a girl and i donât think it helped i was always with (Astrid) because of stuff that was going on at her home. I didnât really work through it till we kind of fell off for a couple years.â Jeongin explained, âAfter I went to college, i just settled for hookupsâ
     âGirls were mad about (Astrid)?â
     âIt was when her depression was bad and I chose to be there for my friend even though she told me I didn't have to be.â
     Y/n smiled and pecked his lips again, âI hope our son is as good of a person as his dad is.â
     Jeongin smiled and pulled her in for a kiss again.
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KINKTOBER DAY 4 - JEONGIN
TITLE: Weeding out the weak
PAIRING: Jeongin x reader
SUMMARY: After almost two weeks of Jeongin not allowing you to touch yourself, greed forces you to cave which only leads you to be caught by him in his bed trying to get yourself off. Despite pleading with Jeongin for him to fuck you, he finds a better solution by only giving you half of what you want.
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
TAGS: slightly mean dom-Jeongin, sub-reader, ruined orgasm, female masturbation, fingering, swearing, begging.
KINKTOBER23 - MASTERLIST
KINK: Voyuerism
TAGLIST: @kbitties @luneskies @mal-lunar-28 @kibs-and-bits @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung @lizzekat
Jeongin is not a very tortuous person. He doesnât ever actively go out of his way to make you upset and never would in the future. But this time, he had done it. You had reached a limit you never thought he would bring out of you and it all started with a bit of teasing.
It was just an innocent night out with Jeongin at a club and restaurant which quickly escalated into a steamy round of bathroom sex at the back. Jeongin was pissed that you had him so riled up enough to fuck you in public that he decided to put one rule in place for you to learn your lesson; no touching.Â
He wasnât going to touch you and you werenât allowed to touch yourself in place of that. For how long was the real question that you started asking yourself when it had been a full week of no sexual contact whatsoever.
But thatâs the dynamic between you and Jeongin. You both love slotting into your roles of dom and sub here and there and that rule just happened to be part of it.Â
It was a painful mistake to think it was going to be easy without being touched or not being able to touch yourself. But that was after the fact that your sex drive had been satiated by getting railed by Jeongin. In the days after, the urge began creeping up whenever you felt horny, and Jeongin managed to take advantage of it.
He fed into your needs by getting handsy with you; groping your tits around the house, smacking your ass as you walked past him, kissing your neck from behind. But not anything more other than that, and it was frustrating.
"Why can't you fuck me?" You would ask him earlier into the second week.
"I told you," Jeongin started. "No touching until I say so."
"Surely you can now, it's been more than a week," you pleaded.
"No."
"Then can I please touch myself at least?" you questioned. "I need it so bad."
"Then you should've thought about it prior to acting up last week," Jeongin responds sharply.
As a result of the harsh reinforcement of his rule and words, it's led you into a state of being completely starved for touch. Sex had been on your mind a lot more than usual, specifically, the things that Jeongin has done to you in the past. It was almost like detoxing from him entirely.
However, up until now, when you're in bed watching a movie while Jeongin is out with friends, you still think about it. The fact that the film you're watching is relatively raunchy, doesn't help the circumstance that you're in.
It forces you to think about Jeongin - his cock, the way that he fucks, his fingers, his warm, wet mouth. A moan slips past your mouth just thinking about it. The invisible chokehold that he has around you begins to loosen when the idea of touching yourself slips into the cracks of your conscience.
'What Jeongin doesnât know won't hurt him' is the phrase you tell yourself when your hand starts slipping down the front of your underwear.Â
Thereâs a wash of relief that you feel, the split second your fingers reach your clit, already gathering the wet slick that has started up from thinking about Jeongin. Your thoughts run rabid, tracing back to the times where Jeongin has fucked you so good.Â
âJeonginâŚâ you mutter to yourself, eyes fluttering closed as you pick up the speed of your fingers.Â
With the whole house to yourself, you have free reign to be as loud as you like - which is usually the case if Jeongin were with you. But there was something deliciously dirty about getting off while he wasn't there. Maybe it was the fact that you were completely breaking the one rule he had for you, or maybe it was the thought of potentially being caught.
Regardless of the matter, Jeongin knew that both were the case when he arrived back home early. He even announced himself as he walked in through the door, but your moans seemed to drown his voice out that you had no clue he was back.
His ear picked up the faint, muted sounds coming from the bedroom and proceeded to investigate with the inkling in the back of his mind that he knew what it was. Jeongin could see the glow of the TV from the slightly ajar door, but the sounds became much clearer when he pinpointed your moans.
"Mmm, fuck Jeongin, please..."
His throat ran dry for a few seconds. So this is what you look like when you're all alone and touch yourself? Jeongin needed to watch you like this more often; vulnerable, horny, helpless, and needy.
So he stood there, watching you for a good few moments where you progressively became more vocal and frenetic with your movements. He himself can't not feel horny when he sees you like this, so just when he thinks you're about to reach the very tip-top of your orgasm, Jeongin swings the door open.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks.
Your hand retracts away from your clit, so startled that the wave of pleasure you were building yourself up towards dissipates as fast as you could possibly comprehend that Jeongin was standing at the door. With your heart pounding against your chest, thereâs a few seconds where you both look at each other, dead in the eye only for you to realise that he is actually standing there.Â
âIâŚI thought you were out,â you stammer, hoping desperately that what youâre doing isnât what it seems to him.Â
âI was,â Jeongin answers. âAnd now Iâm back. So Iâll ask again, what are you doing?âÂ
You sit up, still panting and fed up, âIâm horny so I donât care about your stupid rule anymore. You havenât touched me properly in two weeks and I havenât been allowed to touch myself either, Iâm done with it.â
Jeongin feels a slight tinge of guilt, but he doesnât show it in his expression. He may have gone overboard with pressing up behind you at certain times, groping you or feeling you up whenever he got the chance. But, you still disobeyed him.Â
He takes off his black blazer and folds it neatly once before draping it over the back of the chair in the corner of the room. As he walks over to you, heâs unbuttoning the sleeves to his white dress shirt and rolling up his sleeve.
âYou can take my fingers,â Jeongin says impatiently, sitting next to you but on the edge of the bed. âThatâs all youâre getting.â
Better than nothing.Â
At the rate youâve been going at for the past two weeks, just about every inanimate object looks mountable to you. Therefore, you are taking whatever it is that Jeongin will give you.Â
He starts by spreading your legs apart for himself and uses the tips of his fingers to glide delicately and softly over your pussy. It doesnât take long for them to be deliciously slick with your juices while the wet sounds makes you grip at the hem of his jersey.Â
He then takes it upon himself to remove all of his rings that are always hot to look at but are now a barrier in this sense - for you.Â
âWetter than usual you are,â Jeongin voices his observation aloud, making you flush with shame before his hand returns to you. âIs this what happens if I neglect you for too long?â
You throw your head back when he teases your entrance with just the tip of one finger. He pulls back and goes in a bit deeper, enough to make you start audibly moaning. Using this method a few times, he was to be sure that youâve had some prep, regardless if you started but couldnât finish it.
Plus his fingers are very different from yours and they have never been able to do the trick like him. Â
âYes, baby, feels so good,â your eyes flutter shut.Â
âYeah?â He reaffirms and then takes into consideration how hard you're gripping around his fingers. âIâm not going anywhere, you can relax."
âI canât help it,â you cry out pathetically, gripping the pillow behind your head.Â
The ridge of pleasure fast approaches and Jeongin can feel you clenching sporadically around his fingers, watching his digits become increasingly wetter all the way down to the palm of his hand. When your moans become more strained and stagnant and when you start calling out his name, Jeongin makes the most malicious decision and retracts his entire hand from you.Â
Your eyes flash open, clenching around an emptiness as you cum.Â
âN-No! Please, please, please! I wanna-I almost-â
âAlmost what?â Jeongin interrupts your babbling. âAlmost came without my permission? As if.â
You throw your head back and try to swim in whatâs left of the diluted pleasure Jeongin stripped from you. But no matter how hard you tried, it was no use. There was no intense surge of euphoria or tingly sensation that would spread throughout your body.Â
âCry about it,â Jeongin shrugs carelessly. âYou knew what the rule was and yet you still went ahead and broke it.âÂ
At that moment, you could have actually cried. His words were a clear sign of âfuck around and find outâ. So long as he is stern and strict with you about any rule that you both agree to implement, Jeongin will uphold it until the day he dies.Â
"I couldn't help myself," you whine while your legs are still clenching and rubbing toghether.
"Clearly," Jeongin replies sarcastically. "Now you know for next time that your actions have consequences."
"There won't be a next time, I promise I'll be good," you swear to him.
Jeongin raises an eyebrow at you, "don't tell me one thing and then go and do the other angel. You'll need to prove it to me in the meantime."
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A/N: I'm a real...slut for mean Jeongin...also sidenote, this was originally meant to be a 'mutual masturbation' piece but I went with voyeurism since of the mean!dom trope that I ran with.
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Jealous Kiba
I have absolutely been slacking on writing any fics, and this isnt my normal content, but I have been thirsting for Kiba recently. So obviously, I have to write this 5.3K word filth :)
â§Ë ° includes~ seemingly modern au, established friendship, nsfw, jealous Kiba, praise kink, choking, dom!kiba, sub!reader, biting, scratching, hair pulling, honorifics, reader called good girl etc.
You all gathered at Sakuraâs apartment for her small birthday celebration. She had finally turned 21, the house smelling of booze and excitement, Kiba noted. He was stone-cold sober, having driven himself here, and not as happy as everyone around.
Kiba watched stealthily from his spot on the couch as you stood next to the pony-tailed idiot. Now he had nothing against Shikamaru, it's just that he was standing too close for comfort and he missed when you would stand that close to him, even if you and him had only been friends. You guys used to hang out every day, but recently Kiba noticed you distancing yourself. Probably because you were buddy buddy with Shaikamaru. God, Kiba could practically smell the jealousy on himself. He had no right to really be mad, having never confessed his feelings to you, but still, had all your days together meant nothing? Now youâre outwardly flirting with one of his friends?
You threw your head back, laughing. Kiba noticed the way you placed your hand on Shikamaruâs shoulder, slightly pushing him away. He knew Shikamaru wasnât that fucking funny, so why the hell were you laughing so hard? Kiba watches as you lean in and give Shikamaru a hug, figuring you were getting ready to leave. He couldnât help but notice the way Shikamaru held you, one arm on your waist, the gentle rub of his hand on the back of your head as you pressed flush against his chest. Kiba could have torn him apart at that moment, but he calmed himself. He could never cause a scene like that, but if Kiba ever sensed discomfort from you, he would be by your side in an instant. No matter who the person was, if they made you uncomfortable, Kiba was there.
He got up, flattening out his army green hoodie, and walked over to you.
âHey (Y/N), you heading home for the night?â He asks you.
You jump, a little startled and a little nervous. You had missed Kiba, but distancing yourself was the only way you thought you could get over this stupid crush. You and him had been friends for years, you couldnât ruin it over some silly feelings. But fuck, did he look good in green, the long sleeves of his hoodie pushed up giving you full view of his muscular forearms.
âOh, yeah, Iâm ready to hit my bed. Just gotta say bye to Sakura and thank her for inviting me,â you respond, looking up into his eyes. He towered over you.
âLet me drive you home then, youâve been drinking, no?â
âOnly like, two. You know I donât drink like that. Iâm fine to walk home, Kib,â you say.
âWell, you know I could never let a pretty girl like you walk home alone at night,â he starts, mimicking you. âPlus, I miss your stupid face,â He says, one hand on the back of his neck.
âWow,â you say jokingly. âI donât know if I should be offended or flattered with that two in one combo.â
Your laugh calms his nerves. âOh come on, I canât just be giving out compliments, (Y/N). But, you can take it however you want,â he says, flashing his canines.
âI take it you wonât have no for an answer, so Iâll meet you at the front door, hm?â You question, looking at him with doe eyes.
He swears his knees almost buckle with you looking at him like that. Faking innocence. Kiba nods his head like an excited puppy and makes his way to the door.
When youâre done saying bye to everyone, you walk over to the front door. You spot Kiba standing there, rocking on his heels. His hands were stuck in his jean pockets, head down, his scruffy hair falling a bit into his face. He looked so good.
âIâm ready,â you say simply, trying to collect yourself.
He gives you a look up and down, brows furrowed. âWhereâs your jacket?â
âOh, I didnât bring one,â you say with a smile.
âTsk, tsk. (Y/N), you know what kind of man I am. Did you really think I was gonna let you walk outside in that little dress with no jacket?â He begins to pull off his hoodie. His black T-shirt underneath lifts along with it, giving you a full view of his toned abs. You canât help but squeeze your legs together, knowing if you put that hoodie on, the smell of him so close would drive you nuts.
âKiba Iâll be-â you start, but are cut off by him shoving the sweater into your chest.
âNo buts. Put the sweater on please,â Kiba says. You do as youâre told, the sweater falling slightly below your bottom. Almost the length of the white dress you were wearing. âThere,â he says. âMuch better.â
While you walk to the car, Kiba keeps the doors locked. He knows you would try to open it yourself and he just could not have that. He was too much of a gentleman. When he gets to the passenger door, he holds the handle, unlocks the door, and pulls it open for you. You can feel your cheeks warm at his action. You have to stop thinking of your friend like this, heâs just being nice.
He waits until he sees you are all set in your seat, feet comfortably in the car, before he softly closes the door and makes his way to the driver's side. You look through the tinted windows, openly ogling at his biceps and chest that are oh so visible through his shirt. You realize you do not really want to go home. You want to spend some time with the boy youâve been avoiding for a month now. As he connects his phone to the radio and picks a playlist, you call him.
âKiba, do you actually mind if we drive around a bit or something? I donât actually want to go home, I was just tired of being around so many people,â you say, which isnât a total lie. You didnât want to be around everyone. And his hoodie was just a convincing factor for you to stay out with him.
âOf course, you know I love my late nights,â he says, looking over at you. âEspecially when I spend them with you.â
Kiba canât stand himself. For one, heâs being too corny. Two? He is trying to flirt with his best friend. Maybe heâs just confident after seeing you with another man, but he doesnât think he wants to hide his feelings anymore. âWhy donât we go to our little spot by the water? Listen to some music in private?â he asks.
All you can do is nod your head and watch as he puts the car in drive. You keep looking over to his hands on the wheel, his muscles flexing with each turn. You feel stupid getting turned on by something so small, but you canât help it. The sound of the leather cracking when he grips the wheel, the veins on his hands. You clench your thighs together, that familiar feeling erupting in your lower stomach. Kiba pretends not to notice.
He pulls up close to the water and turns the headlights off. One of your guys favorite songs starts to play, you make out the lyrics even though the volume is low.
âOh my god, remember when we used to sing this so loud and your mom would yell at us to shut up cause it would wind up the dogs too much?â You ask, giggling at the memory.
âHow could I forget?â He responds. âWe did that everyday for weeks. We were always together.â
âYeah, Iâm sorry. Iâve just been busy recently,â you lie.
âBusy with Shikamaru?â Kiba asks, letting jealousy get the best of him. How fucking stupid.
âWhy,â you ask with a sly smile, still very nervous. âAre you jealous, Kiba?â
Kiba gives you a double take, blushing at what you just said, the color of his cheeks matching his markings. âNo no not at all. I-iâm just saying you guys are hanging out a lot recently. Didnât know if you guys had a thing or something. I mean, I didnât peg him to be your type, honestly,â he says, fidgeting with his own fingers.
âWhat do you think my type is, exactly?â You ask, leaning a bit closer. You donât know what it is or where your confidence is coming from, but you canât help but tease the boy. He doesnât take the bait, though, only shrugging his shoulders.
âYeah well, youâre right. Definitely not my type at all. Heâs too quiet and laid back. You know Iâm pretty quiet too, Iâd like someone a little more outgoing to push me out of my comfort zone. Someone really funny, too, you know? A gentleman. Plus, heâs got a really big thing for Temari. Weâre only been hanging out recently because he wants me to be his wingman,â you say, leaning back into your seat. You cross your arms over your chest.
âWingman?â Kiba asks, again with his cute, furrowed brows.
âYeah, Iâm the one that brought Temari to the party. I guess Iâm more of a wingwoman,â you say with a giggle. You look over, trying to maintain eye contact, but he keeps looking away.
âOh okay, so when are you gonna start hanging out with me again,â he asks, leaning back in his seat. A stupid smirk plastered on his face. âOr is there more to ditching me than youâre letting on?â
You push his shoulder, admiring the feel of his muscle under your hand, only for a second. âNo thereâs nothing, you idiot. I miss hanging out with you.â
âYeah well Iâve been missing you. And donât tell Akamaru I said this, but he misses you too,â Kiba laughs. âIf Iâm being honest, I mightâve been a little jealous of Shikamaru,â he confesses. He knows you wonât judge him for saying that.
âWhyâs that?â you ask, innocently. Your heart starts beating faster at the thought that Kiba is jealous of someone else for stealing you away.
âYouâre my girl,â he says, looking up through his lashes.
âDonât say that, stupid. Youâre being so mushy.â
âBut itâs true, you are my girl,â Kiba says. He knows Shikamaru isnât a problem anymore, but he canât stand the idea of you being with any man. He needs to make a move, even if it ruins the friendship. At least then he would know he tried. He can see your blush spreading across your face. You are no longer teasing Kiba, he always comes back 10 times stronger, your lips held in a thin line. âYou donât want to be my girl?â He asks.
You squeeze your thighs at his words and look down, no idea how to respond. âI-,â you start, but it goes nowhere. Your stomach is spinning.
Kiba slowly places his hand under your chin and brings you to face him. âWhat is it, sweetheart?â
Honestly, it's easier for him to be this soft with you, having not seen you for weeks. It's like all this time being away has given him the courage to finally open up. You still canât answer, but Kiba can smell you. Smell the slight arousal. Notice how you have your hands neatly folded in your lap, squeezing your plush thighs together. All he can think about is being suffocated by those thighs. Kiba canât believe his own confidence, but he finds it harder to believe how easy it is to turn you on. And how cute you are.
He leans into your ear. âYou know,â he whispers. âThe only thing I can think about is kissing those pretty lips of yours.â
You feel your heart stop. âDo it, then,â you whisper back.
Heâs on you in a second, lips molding together like art. His hand runs up the back of your head, pushing you closer into his mouth. You shiver at his touch. Kiba licks your lower lip, wanting allowance to fully explore your mouth. You part your lips slightly, letting him in. You can taste the mint on his tongue as your hand slides over to rest on his chest. Kibaâs breath hitches when he feels your delicate fingers slide up to his neck and back down to his chest. You pull away at the sound.
âI-Iâm sorry,â you say quickly, bringing your hand up to wipe your mouth. He snatches your hand before it reaches your mouth.
âWhy are you apologizing, cutie? You getting flustered?â He asks. Of course heâs gonna be cocky now, knowing you want him the way he wants you.
âI just⌠I donât want this to ruin anything, I justâŚâ you can't find the words.
âI want you, (Y/N). I can smell that you want me too. How long have you been hiding it?â Kiba asks. You remain silent. âCome here, baby, come sit in my lap,â he says, pulling your arm slightly. You follow his orders, always having been so obedient. It turns Kiba on to no end and he can feel himself straining in his pants. The thought of fucking you sensless in his car floods his mind.
âIâve been lying to you for a long time, (Y/N). I donât want to be your friend anymore,â he says, kissing the corner of your lip to your jawline and down your neck. âI want you to really be my girl.â
You whine at the feeling of his tongue on your neck. âCan I touch you here?â He asks, placing his hands on your hips lightly.
âYes⌠please.â
His lips are back on yours, hands gripping your waist and sliding up slightly, smooth fingers gliding up your back. Your hands are running up over his biceps, on his chest, fingers curling into his hair. You canât help yourself, having finally been given the chance to touch the boy of your dreams. You canât help but moan when his teeth graze your ear.
âShh, donât do that. You canât handle what comes next, yet,â Kiba says. He doesn't want to hurt you.
âI-I can,â You grind your hips down, causing him to groan in return. He tightens his hold on your hips. âPlease Kiba, I want it, want you,â you beg. Heâs silent and you become overly aware of the situation youâre in. Sitting in your best friend's lap, practically drooling at the thought of him touching you. Youâre afraid you went too far.
He stares at you intently before grinding your hips against him again. âHow am I supposed to say no when you ask all sweet like that, hm? Look so fucking cute in my sweater. Always act so innocent, but you want me to ruin you, huh?â
Heâs rambling now, sliding your hips against his even harder. You go to kiss his neck, biting slightly, when he lets out a hiss. âYou gonna let me touch you underneath this cute little dress? Gonna let me take it off?â he growls into your ear. You can feel yourself slick from just his words.
âPlease, Kiba. Touch me, I want you to touch me,â you whine.
âWhere, baby? You want me to touch you here?â he says, letting his thumb graze over the wet patch forming in your panties. You gasp at his touch, hips bucking into his hand. âSo sensitive,â he whispers.
âDonât tease me, Kiba.â
âI wonât if you keep saying my name like that,â he responds, canines flashing through his smirk.
Your lips crash into his again, his hands sliding up under your dress. He palms the plush of your thigh, squeezes your ass and drags you closer against him. You move your hips against him as he slides his hands up, slowly taking off the hoodie and dress in one go. Youâre embarrassed to admit you werenât wearing a bra, the cool air causing your nipples to harden immediately.
Kiba throws his head to the side, swearing under his breath. âNo bra, baby?â He smirks, kissing your chest.
You shy away. âThey- theyâre uncomfortable⌠never wear âem,â you whisper.
His thumb swipes over your nipple and you arch into him. âTheyâre so perfect, youâre so fucking perfect.â Heâs practically devouring you, leaving purple and pink bruises all over your chest, collar bones, wherever he can get his mouth. He needs to mark you, show the world you belong to him, claiming you.
âKibaaa,â you whine.
âWhaaat?â he asks back, mimicking you. He smiles softly, bumping his nose to yours.
You become shy all over. âCan, uh, can we go in the back?â you ask. Your body is pressed to his chest, hiding yourself slightly.
âFuck yes, we can go in the back. Go ahead baby,â he says. You climb back and cover yourself with the hoodie as he makes his way out of the car and walks to the back seat. Opening the door, he climbs in and notices the hoodie. âTake that off sweetheart, let me see my pretty girl.â
He's back on you in a second, kissing you roughly, pulling you against him while sliding his hands up your back. He gets you onto your back and rolls up the hoodie into a pillow. After placing it under your head, he places his left hand on your cheek, kissing you softer this time. More passionate. His right hand slides lower, cupping you gently and placing little pressure. You grind up into his hand and he canât help but grind into the seat. Kiba is unbelievably hard, especially with seeing how needy you are for him. He kisses his way down till he makes it to your sweet cunt. It's a tight squeeze, but it's all worth it. He has been smelling your arousal for over an hour now, he needs to taste you on his tongue.
Kiba takes a look at your cute, lace panties, noting the wet spot that's formed in the center. âThese are cute,â he says, toying with the fabric.
Youâre looking down at him, trying to muster up the courage to say something. âTh-Thought you didnât just give out compliments,â you say.
Kiba kisses your thigh dangerously close to your core and responds, âBaby, I would give you any and everything.â
His fingers loop under the waist of your panties as he looks up at you for permission. You nod your head slightly and he pulls them off in one swift motion, holding them to his nose and inhaling sharply. You clamp your thighs shut, shy from his action.
âYou smell so fucking good. Open your legs, babygirl, let me taste you. Please?â
You do as youâre told and it makes his cock twitch, still caged in by his pants. The way you respond, giving him everything he asks for, drives him mad. He takes a second to admire you, your body, the slick gathered on that pretty pussy of yours. He slides one hand up your thigh, rubbing softly, while the other uses his middle and ring finger to swipe through your folds. Your hips thrust upwards as he pulls the fingers to his mouth, absolutely drunk off your arousal.
He groans at the taste, his breath fanning over your dripping core, causing you to clench. Kiba is already addicted to you, needing to feel you everywhere. He kisses your inner thigh, mere inches away from where you need him most. The feeling of his teeth sinking into the soft flesh sends a shiver up your spine and leaves your mouth hanging open.
Kiba softly kisses your clit before licking a stripe through your folds. He curses himself for not trying to get with you sooner, already addicted to your taste. His tongue teases your hole before swirling it around your clit. Kibaâs hand slides up your waist slowly as he works his tongue on your most sensitive part, your moans only spurring him on. His fingers slide over your nipple, pinching softly, and you arch into him, grinding into his mouth. He moans into you, the vibrations adding to your pleasure and you canât help but squeeze your legs around him. He slides his other hand up to force your legs back open, while his other leaves your nipple to wrap around your throat. He squeezes softly.
You gasp and your hands fly down to his hair, wrapping your fingers around his brown locks and tugging. He growls into you, making you moan, âKiba o.. oh fuck, please,â you beg, not sure what for. He hums back to you, the vibrations making you tremble again.
He pulls his face away, only darting his tongue out to play with your clit, while the hand holding your leg open reaches for your entrance. âSo fucking good,â he mumbles against you. âSuch a sweet, little pussy for me.â
Kiba enters you slowly with one finger and you pull his hair harder. He feels like heâs about to burst, but he knows he has to get you ready. Wants you to cum on his fingers first. Youâre getting louder, moaning over the music, when he adds a second finger. Kiba curls his fingers upwards and finds your spot almost immediately, as if he already knew your body inside and out. With his fingers inside you, he pushes his face back into you, circling his lips around your clit and sucking softly. You wonder where he got such skills for a moment and it makes you jealous, which doesnât last long, when you feel his hand slowly slide down from your neck to your waist.
âOh fuck, oh fuck K-Kiba Iâm cl-close,â you stutter out.
âI know baby, youâre clenching around my fingers. So tight,â he mumbles back. âGo ahead, cum for me. I need to taste you. Thatâs it, good girl.â
That's all you needed to send you over the edge. That neat, little coil wound up so perfectly had finally snapped. Your legs were trembling, back arched, and head thrown back. Kiba couldnât help but admire your expression as you came all over his face and fingers. He slowed his movements and finally pulled his face away, sitting on his knees while still finger fucking you slowly.
You look up at him, his lips and chin soaked with your juices. You canât help but look down at his hand inside you, watching the muscles in his arms flex as fucks you, before looking back up at his face. He leans over and kisses you softly.
âYou see something you like, sweetheart? Youâre clenching around me again,â he says with a satisfied grin.
âYou just look so good with my cum dripping down your chin,â you say out of breath.
âOh yeah? For a second there, I could have sworn you were looking at something elseâ Kiba mumbles, kissing your neck softly and curling his fingers again.
You moan at the feeling, âPlease Kiba, I need you inside me.â You wrap your hand around his length and rub through his jeans.
âFuck, baby, you gonna let me use this cute pussy of yours?â he asks. You nod eagerly, sitting up with him and pulling at his shirt.
âTake this off. I wanna feel your skin on mine,â you mumble quickly.
Kiba laughs back, âYeah? Or do you wanna just see my muscles? Youâve been eyeinâ them this whole time.â
âMaybe a little bit of both,â you smile and lean in, pecking his lips. He pulls his shirt over his head quickly and you run your hand down his chest, towards his length, admiring his toned torso and smooth skin. You unbuckle his belt to the best of your ability and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull his length out. Youâre speechless.
âI-I donât know if it's gonna fit,â you say, without thinking.
He laughs, âDonât worry baby, Iâm gonna take care of you. And if it's too much,â he starts, grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, âyou tell me right away, okay? I donât care what the issue is, if it hurts, if youâre tired. There doesnât even have to be a reason. You wanna stop? Just say the words, no questions asked, and I will take care of you.â
He slides his hand to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. You nod your head, but he wonât take that for an answer this time. âI need your words, my love. Tell me you understand.â
âI promise to tell you if I need you to stop,â you say confidently.
âGood girl,â Kiba says. âCome sit on my lap, princess.â
You swing your leg over his, sitting directly over his tip. He slides his hands up your back, kissing your chest softly. Your hand reaches down and lines his length up with your entrance. You wrap your arms around Kibaâs neck and his hands settle at your waist. You begin to sink down on his length, the stretch painful, but good at the same time.
âThatâs it, love. Slow, just like that. Doing so good for me, so tight,â he mumbles into your ear. Your head is down, struggling to maintain any bit of composure, and his grip tightens on your waist. Kiba hisses through his teeth when you fully sink down on him, your walls already fluttering around him. You swear you've never had anything this deep inside of you before.
âYou okay, babygirl,â he asks, searching your eyes for any lies. You can see the love he holds for you.
âY-yes⌠just so, s-so full,â you respond.
Kiba pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth instantly. He pulls your hips back up before pushing you back down on his length, trying to find a steady pace. You melt under his touch and lean your head on his shoulder. Your moans sound directly in his ear and he canât help but graze his teeth on your shoulder. When you whine, he sinks his teeth in softly. Not enough to pierce your skin, but enough to leave a mark. When he lifts your body again, he keeps it there.
âCome here, sweetheart,â he says, pulling you against his chest. Your arms fold in, hands left on his shoulders and your head remains next to his. Cheek against cheek. âI got you baby, so good,â he whispers, one arm around your waist, his hand squeezing your side. His other arm is pulled diagonally across your back, with his hand gripping your shoulder. He begins to thrust up into you, hugging you against his chest.
âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted this. To have you falling apart like this because of me,â he starts. Kiba pushes his head down and starts kissing along your collarbone. âWhen I saw you and Shikamaru today, I got so jealous, the way you touched him, the way you let him touch you. God, Iâm angry just thinking about him touching you. Anyone touching you. I canât let anyone else touch you after that.â
Heâs full on grunting now, slamming into you at an ungodly pace. Your legs are shaking and your moans are spilling out, unable to control them anymore. The hand he has on your shoulder runs up the back of your neck and grabs a fist full of hair, pulling your head back. He nibbles on your neck and you can feel him grinning against you.
âYou are mine,â he growls out, accentuating each word with a particularly hard thrust. You clench around him. You canât help but topple over the edge again, your juices dripping down your thighs as you moan out his name.
âOh you like that? Being told who you belong to? Look at you, baby. Always acting so innocent in public, but here you are, cumming all over my cock in the backseat of my car. You sound so fucking pretty, baby, taking me so well,â He continues. âGo ahead, tell me who you belong to.â
Your head is dizzy, trying to grasp on to anything as he fucks you stupid. The words coming out of his mouth have you shocked. The humiliation and praise all at once has you sinking your nails into his shoulder. âY-you,â you try to start but only end up stuttering. âI belong to you, Kiba,â you gasp out.
âGood girl,â he kisses your cheek. Kiba can feel himself getting lost in you, and tries to hold back the urge to finish already. He wants to finish with you.
âIâm close, love,â he whispers. âThink you can finish with me?â
âYes! Yes I can, please, feels so good inside,â you babble out.
He pushes you back, your back hitting the back of the driver's seat, and you hold yourself up with your thighs. Kiba wraps his hand around your throat again, squeezing slightly. You reach a hand down to play with yourself, but Kiba grabs your hand and puts it on his chest. You whine in response, knowing you wouldn't be able to form a full sentence anyway.
âIt's okay, sweetheart, let me do it for you. You know I take care of you, donât you?â Kiba asks, though he doesnât expect an answer. Not with how blissed out you look. He rubs steady circles on your clit, his abdomen burning from holding back. Your legs are shaking and he canât help but smile at you, the only words leaving your mouth being âOh fuckâ and âplease.â
âAwww, you cockdrunk that easy?â He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. âYour pussy feels so good clenching around me, like you were made for me. You were made for me, werenât you, baby? Fuck,â Kiba says. Heâs never talked so much during sex, but it's so easy with you. And you obviously love the sound of his voice, judging by the way you flutter around him every time he speaks.
You know you canât last much longer, the overstimulation from your previous orgasms having an affect on you. Your thighs are burning from holding yourself up. âKi-Kiba I-â you try to start.
âI know baby, me too. Look at me, I want you to look at me while you cum on my cock,â he says, turning your head to face him. âThatâs it, so pretty, doing so good for me. Taking me so well.â
You begin to shake, looking Kiba in his dark eyes, as your orgasm washes over you. Heâs falling over the edge almost instantly, your pussy milking him for all he has, filling you until the sticky, white substance begins to slip out.. He pulls you into his chest and you relax against him, steady your breathing as he rubs small circles on your back.
âSuch a good girl,â he says, kissing your forehead. You look up at him, puckering your lips for another kiss. He laughs lightly, kissing your lips, and pushes your hair out of your face. His hairs are sticking to his forehead with sweat. You can feel the slick covering your bodies, but donât want to move.
âYou want to be my girl, now?â Kiba asks.
âYou idiot, Iâve always wanted to be your girl. Iâve always wanted you to be my boy.â
Kiba leans over and grabs that same green sweater, pulling it over your head and guiding your arms through the sleeves.
âWhy donât we go back to my place? Iâll help you take a shower⌠maybe cuddle and spend the night?â Kiba asks, hopeful.
âYes, Iâd love to,â you giggle.
He helps you put your panties back on and gets himself dressed. Getting out of the car, he picks you up from the back seat and brings you back to the passenger side, buckling you in and kissing your forehead. When he gets back to the driver side, you cuddle up to his arm and stay there the whole ride home.
Pretty sure I fixed any typos, but apologies if there are any. Also apologies for slacking recently on writing, just a full time college student thats burnt out haha :). Of course, will be doing my best to get some stuff out.
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MY THOUGHTS / A REVIEW OF VENOM 3: THE LAST DANCE. it only took the whole weekend to gather my thoughts. sheesh. I tried really hard to be coherent and not have any typos but they're probably inevitable.
(feel free to add on / build off this post if you want I WANT TO YAP)
First, the spoiler free portion:
Solid 5.9/10, A good movie, not great for the non-comics fan and also not good for the people ONLY there for the symbrock. This is about their conflicts. If you wanted a queer romance that isn't angst and constant separation and generally a victim of bad writing, this is not the character or movie for you. They're fucked up little guys and that's pretty well conveyed.
The movie doesn't deserve the horrendous tomatometer score it has right now, HOWEVER, it was not as good as the first two. It made some REALLY odd character choices but none that I'm entirely like, furious over although they peeve me slightly. It feels like a plot set up for some sort of spin off or, more than likely, a setup for Spider-Man 4 (elaboration below the cut, and spoilers, duh).
I go into the movie viewing it as just another universe, another set of stories for the character so I can push down the nerd in my brain going "ThAt'S nOt CoMiC aCcUrAtE!!" (he got out anyway sadly)
Good thing I'm not the average fan and run a blog where I yap about Venom!
Extremely Heavy Spoilers for Venom The Last Dance below the cut!!
I'll try to keep this as chronological as I can but I'm more talking about individual characters.
Starting off with a bang, Knull with the voice of Andy Serkis was utterly terrifying, this is the only point I went HOLY SHIT to audibly. I'm surprised by the use of the xenophages but they were quite fun actually I loved those.
YAY YIPEE SAVE THE DOGS
Some of the plane scenes from the trailer were cut :(. This movie needed more of those slightly comedic elements. With the precedent of comedy that was set in Venom and LTBC, I felt like this could have taken itself less serious and still been good, violent and dark (more on that in Vegas).
The relationship between eddie and venom was kinda regressed this movie idk what happened it made me sad. I know they were mad at eachother. Also yeah yeah best friend line whatever this wasn't queerbait to me. They're messy as fuck but I can still be dissapointed without yelling queerbait.
The Travel Sequence besides meeting Martin and his family could have been a montage. (Yes, even you venom horse).
THE KID. THE KID GIVING EDDIE CHOCOLATE AND VENOM TELLING EDDIE HE'D BE A GOOD DAD. <- wrecked me. I'm looking at You Venom War... Let Eddie be a dad at all 2024... This is the gayest moment of the whole movie. And y'know the creation of man shot with eddies hand and venom's tendril.
The only comedy being the vegas segment felt overdone it should have just be peppered throughout the movie. Vegas still could have happened just been less overwhelming. The suit he wore should have been made of Venom instead :/
Dr Payne needed more setup for me to actually care I liked her alot I wish I had more of her in conext of the movie. They could just not make me care about her. Like what are they doing with that End reveal of Agony?? Trying to sell fortnite skins?
I could have jumped out of my seat and climbed the fucking walls with how Rex Strickland was used. WHy did they just turn him into a different character. He's supposed to be a walking symbiote from the Vietnam days of experimentation that absorbed the codex of his original host.
I mean maybe he was but he seemed a little shocked at all that symbiote info and yknow. He bleeds. And more importantly, where WAS HIS MUSTACHE. I liked the Ve'nam book and his intoduction (one of the few stories of KiB and AC that I liked) so I thought the use of him in the movie was just a very odd character choice but I was so excited to be like "I know that guy!" to be really mad about it.
also. My favorite character tag holds so true in this movie. cause that guy??? that guy rex was helping during the xenophage attack??? the guy who got his legs woodchippered off just above the knee? FLASH IS THAT YOU????
*shakes sony by the shoulders* Sony. Sony if you fuck up a Flash Thompson Agent Venom movie. SO HELP ME GOD. I think I'd drop dead of mortal embarrasment that that's my favorite little guy.
I wish Mulligan and Lasher lived longer. Having lasher with actually coherent dialogue was nice. And they looked really cool.
The ending...
Well. If you didn't watch the 2nd end credit scene I can see why your devastated. Also what was that capcut ass montage. Had me cringing cause what the fuck guys. All of our hope is in that silly little cockroach. and that symbiotes aren't weak to acid soooo V is fine.
Felt like agony should have shown up at the begining of the fight. Instead of like. the very end. Shes cool I like her and i think it's funny that they're Payne and Agony. But like I said before they just could not make me care.
The final battle with Hybrid showing up and the other unnamed symbiotes zipping around was really fun actually. The credits were so long cause of all the cgi artists on this movie. Also the venomized animals in the credits were hilarious. WHY PUT GRENDEL IN THERE THOUGH IF REX ISNT A SYMBIOTE???
Unanswered questions:
1. Mulligan was abandonded by his previous symbiote, which we now from the LTBC end credit scene was Toxin. Where is Toxin now?
2. Is Rex Strickland alive? We know he gets his acid burn on his face, will we see his return in another movie?
3. What happened to the glob of venom that got left behind in the mcu when Eddie dissapeared? because we know it happened in both universes. Did Bartender get it? Is Bartender the MCU's Eddie Brock? But as I've posted before Bartender is catholic and has reasons to hate spiderman.
4. Who owes Eddie in New York?
I'll add onto this once I see the movie again but these are my thoughts for now.
#venom the last dance#venom 3#venom 3 spoilers#venom the last dance spoilers#venom spoilers#venom movie#symbrock#I FEEL INSANE#venom tld#venom tld spoilers#venom symbiote#eddie brock#venom movies#venom movies spoilers#ok no more tags here bc tagging other characters would be spoilers
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The Gods of Pegana
(all of it)
PREFACE
In the mists before THE BEGINNING, Fate and Chance cast lots to decide whose the Game should be; and he that won strode through the mists to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI and said: "Now make gods for Me, for I have won the cast and the Game is to be Mine." Who it was that won the cast, and whether it was Fate or whether Chance that went through the mists before THE BEGINNING to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAIânone knoweth.
INTRODUCTION
Before there stood gods upon Olympus, or ever Allah was Allah, had wrought and rested MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
There are in Pegana Mung and Sish and Kib, and the maker of all small gods, who is MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI. Moreover, we have a faith in Roon and Slid.
And it has been said of old that all things that have been were wrought by the small gods, excepting only MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, who made the gods and hath thereafter rested.
And none may pray to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI but only the gods whom he hath made.
But at the Last will MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI forget to rest, and will make again new gods and other worlds, and will destroy the gods whom he hath made.
And the gods and the worlds shall depart, and there shall be only MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
OF SKARL THE DRUMMER
When MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI had made the gods and Skarl, Skarl made a drum, and began to beat upon it that he might drum for ever. Then because he was weary after the making of the gods, and because of the drumming of Skarl, did MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI grow drowsy and fall asleep.
And there fell a hush upon the gods when they saw that MANA rested, and there was silence on Pegana save for the drumming of Skarl. Skarl sitteth upon the mist before the feet of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, above the gods of Pegana, and there he beateth his drum. Some say that the Worlds and the Suns are but the echoes of the drumming of Skarl, and others say that they be dreams that arise in the mind of MANA because of the drumming of Skarl, as one may dream whose rest is troubled by sound of song, but none knoweth, for who hath heard the voice of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, or who hath seen his drummer?
Whether the season be winter or whether it be summer, whether it be morning among the worlds or whether it be night, Skarl still beateth his drum, for the purposes of the gods are not yet fulfilled. Sometimes the arm of Skarl grows weary; but still he beateth his drum, that the gods may do the work of the gods, and the worlds go on, for if he cease for an instant then MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI will start awake, and there will be worlds nor gods no more.
But, when at the last the arm of Skarl shall cease to beat his drum, silence shall startle Pegana like thunder in a cave, and MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI shall cease to rest.
Then shall Skarl put his drum upon his back and walk forth into the void beyond the worlds, because it is THE END, and the work of Skarl is over.
There may arise some other god whom Skarl may serve, or it may be that he shall perish; but to Skarl it shall matter not, for he shall have done the work of Skarl.
OF THE MAKING OF THE WORLDS
When MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI had made the gods there were only the gods, and They sat in the middle of Time, for there was as much Time before them as behind them, which having no end had neither a beginning.
And Pegana was without heat or light or sound, save for the drumming of Skarl; moreover Pegana was The Middle of All, for there was below Pegana what there was above it, and there lay before it that which lay beyond.
Then said the gods, making the signs of the gods and speaking with Their hands lest the silence of Pegana should blush; then said the gods to one another, speaking with Their hands; "Let Us make worlds to amuse Ourselves while MANA rests. Let Us make worlds and Life and Death, and colours in the sky; only let Us not break the silence upon Pegana."
Then raising Their hands, each god according to his sign, They made the worlds and the suns, and put a light in the houses of the sky.
Then said the gods: "Let Us make one to seek, to seek and never to find out concerning the wherefore of the making of the gods."
And They made by the lifting of Their hands, each god according to his sign, the Bright One with the flaring tail to seek from the end of the Worlds to the end of them again, to return again after a hundred years.
Man, when thou seest the comet, know that another seeketh besides thee nor ever findeth out.
Then said the gods, still speaking with Their hands: "Let there be now a Watcher to regard."
And They made the Moon, with his face wrinkled with many mountains and worn with a thousand valleys, to regard with pale eyes the games of the small gods, and to watch throughout the resting time of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI; to watch, to regard all things, and be silent.
Then said the gods: "Let Us make one to rest. One not to move among the moving. One not to seek like the comet, nor to go round like the worlds; to rest while MANA rests."
And They made the Star of the Abiding and set it in the North.
Man, when thou seest the Star of the Abiding to the North, know that one resteth as doth MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, and know that somewhere among the Worlds is rest.
Lastly the gods said: "We have made worlds and suns, and one to seek and another to regard, let Us now make one to wonder."
And They made Earth to wonder, each god by the uplifting of his hand according to his sign.
And Earth was.
OF THE GAME OF THE GODS
A million years passed over the first game of the gods. And MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI still rested, still in the middle of Time, and the gods still played with Worlds. The Moon regarded, and the Bright One sought, and returned again to his seeking.
Then Kib grew weary of the first game of the gods, and raised his hand in Pegana, making the sign of Kib, and Earth became covered with beasts for Kib to play with.
And Kib played with beasts.
But the other gods said one to another, speaking with their hands: "What is it that Kib has done?"
And They said to Kib: "What are these things that move upon The Earth yet move not in circles like the Worlds, that regard like the Moon and yet they do not shine?"
And Kib said: "This is Life."
But the gods said one to another: "If Kib has thus made beasts he will in time make Men, and will endanger the Secret of the gods."
And Mung was jealous of the work of Kib, and sent down Death among the beasts, but could not stamp them out.
A million years passed over the second game of the gods, and still it was the Middle of Time.
And Kib grew weary of the second game, and raised his hand in the Middle of All, making the sign of Kib, and made Men: out of beasts he made them, and Earth was covered with Men.
Then the gods feared greatly for the Secret of the gods, and set a veil between Man and his ignorance that he might not understand. And Mung was busy among Men.
But when the other gods saw Kib playing his new game They came and played it too. And this They will play until MANA arises to rebuke Them, saying: "What do ye playing with Worlds and Suns and Men and Life and Death?" And They shall be ashamed of Their playing in the hour of the laughter of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
It was Kib who first broke the Silence of Pegana, by speaking with his mouth like a man.
And all the other gods were angry with Kib that he had spoken with his mouth.
And there was no longer silence in Pegana or the Worlds.
THE CHAUNT OF THE GODS
There came the voice of the gods singing the chaunt of the gods, singing: "We are the gods; We are the little games of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI that he hath played and hath forgotten.
"MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI hath made us, and We made the Worlds and the Suns.
"And We play with the Worlds and the Sun and Life and Death until MANA arises to rebuke us, saying: 'What do ye playing with Worlds and Suns?'
"It is a very serious thing that there be Worlds and Suns, and yet most withering is the laughter of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
"And when he arises from resting at the Last, and laughs at us for playing with Worlds and Suns, We will hastily put them behind us, and there shall be Worlds no more."
THE SAYINGS OF KIB
(Sender of Life in all the Worlds)
Kib said: "I am Kib. I am none other than Kib."
Kib is Kib. Kib is he and no other. Believe! Kib said: "When Time was early, when Time was very early indeedâthere was only MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI. MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI was before the beginning of the gods, and shall be after their going."
And Kib said: "After the going of the gods there will be no small worlds nor big."
Kib said: "It will be lonely for MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI."
Because this is written, believe! For is it not written, or are you greater than Kib? Kib is Kib.
CONCERNING SISH
(The Destroyer of Hours)
Time is the hound of Sish.
At Sish's bidding do the hours run before him as he goeth upon his way.
Never hath Sish stepped backward nor ever hath he tarried; never hath he relented to the things that once he knew nor turned to them again.
Before Sish is Kib, and behind him goeth Mung.
Very pleasant are all things before the face of Sish, but behind him they are withered and old.
And Sish goeth ceaselessly upon his way.
Once the gods walked upon Earth as men walk and spake with their mouths like Men. That was in Wornath-Mavai. They walk not now.
And Wornath-Mavai was a garden fairer than all the gardens upon Earth.
Kib was propitious, and Mung raised not his hand against it, neither did Sish assail it with his hours.
Wornath-Mavai lieth in a valley and looketh towards the south, and on the slopes of it Sish rested among the flowers when Sish was young.
Thence Sish went forth into the world to destroy its cities, and to provoke his hours to assail all things, and to batter against them with the rust and with the dust.
And Time, which is the hound of Sish, devoured all things; and Sish sent up the ivy and fostered weeds, and dust fell from the hand of Sish and covered stately things. Only the valley where Sish rested when he and Time were young did Sish not provoke his hours to assail.
There he restrained his old hound Time, and at its borders Mung withheld his footsteps.
Wornath-Mavai still lieth looking towards the south, a garden among gardens, and still the flowers grow about its slopes as they grew when the gods were young; and even the butterflies live in Wornath-Mavai still. For the minds of the gods relent towards their earliest memories, who relent not otherwise at all.
Wornath-Mavai still lieth looking towards the south; but if thou shouldst ever find it thou art then more fortunate than the gods, because they walk not in Wornath-Mavai now.
Once did the prophet think that he discerned it in the distance beyond mountains, a garden exceeding fair with flowers; but Sish arose, and pointed with his hand, and set his hound to pursue him, who hath followed ever since.
Time is the hound of the gods; but it hath been said of old that he will one day turn upon his masters, and seek to slay the gods, excepting only MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, whose dreams are the gods themselvesâdreamed long ago.
THE SAYINGS OF SLID
(Whose Soul is by the Sea)
Slid said: "Let no man pray to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, for who shall trouble MANA with mortal woes or irk him with the sorrows of all the houses of Earth?
"Nor let any sacrifice to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, for what glory shall he find in sacrifices or altars who hath made the gods themselves?
"Pray to the small gods, who are the gods of Doing; but MANA is the god of Having Doneâthe god of Having Done and of the Resting.
"Pray to the small gods and hope that they may hear thee. Yet what mercy should the small gods have, who themselves made Death and Pain; or shall they restrain their old hound Time for thee?
"Slid is but a small god. Yet Slid is Slidâit is written and hath been said. "Pray, thou, therefore, to Slid, and forget not Slid, and it may be that Slid will not forget to send thee Death when most thou needest it."
And the People of Earth said: "There is a melody upon the Earth as though ten thousand streams all sang together for their homes that they had forsaken in the hills."
And Slid said: "I am the Lord of gliding waters and of foaming waters and of still. I am the Lord of all the waters in the world and all that long streams garner in the hills; but the soul of Slid is in the Sea. Thither goes all that glides upon Earth, and the end of all the rivers is the Sea."
And Slid said: "The hand of Slid hath toyed with cataracts, and down the valleys have trod the feet of Slid, and out of the lakes of the plains regard the eyes of Slid; but the soul of Slid is in the sea."
Much homage hath Slid among the cities of men and pleasant are the woodland paths and the paths of the plains, and pleasant the high valleys where he danceth in the hills; but Slid would be fettered neither by banks nor boundariesâso the soul of Slid is in the Sea.
For there may Slid repose beneath the sun and smile at the gods above him with all the smiles of Slid, and be a happier god than Those who sway the Worlds, whose work is Life and Death.
There may he sit and smile, or creep among the ships, or moan and sigh round islands in his great contentâthe miser lord of wealth in gems and pearls beyond the telling of all fables.
Or there may he, when Slid would fain exult, throw up his great arms, or toss with many a fathom of wandering hair the mighty head of Slid, and cry aloud tumultuous dirges of shipwreck, and feel through all his being the crashing might of Slid, and sway the sea. Then doth the Sea, like venturous legions on the eve of war that exult to acclaim their chief, gather its force together from under all the winds and roar and follow and sing and crash together to vanquish all thingsâand all at the bidding of Slid, whose soul is in the sea.
There is ease in the soul of Slid and there be calms upon the sea; also, there be storms upon the sea and troubles in the soul of Slid, for the gods have many moods. And Slid is in many places, for he sitteth in high Pegana. Also along the valleys walketh Slid, wherever water moveth or lieth still; but the voice and the cry of Slid are from the sea. And to whoever that cry hath ever come he must needs follow and follow, leaving all stable things; only to be always with Slid in all the moods of Slid, to find no rest until he reaches the sea.
With the cry of Slid before them and the hills of their home behind have gone a hundred thousand to the sea, over whose bones doth Slid lament with the voice of a god lamenting for his people. Even the streams from the inner lands have heard Slid's far-off cry, and all together have forsaken lawns and trees to follow where Slid is gathering up his own, to rejoice where Slid rejoices, singing the chaunt of Slid, even as will at the Last gather all the Lives of the People about the feet of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
THE DEEDS OF MUNG
(Lord of all Deaths between Pegana and the Rim)
Once, as Mung went his way athwart the Earth and up and down its cities and across its plains, Mung came upon a man who was afraid when Mung said: "I am Mung!"
And Mung said: "Were the forty million years before thy coming intolerable to thee?"
And Mung said: "Not less tolerable to thee shall be the forty million years to come!"
Then Mung made against him the sign of Mung and the Life of the Man was fettered no longer with hands and feet.
At the end of the flight of the arrow there is Mung, and in the houses and the cities of Men. Mung walketh in all places at all times. But mostly he loves to walk in the dark and still, along the river mists when the wind hath sank, a little before night meeteth with the morning upon the highway between Pegana and the Worlds.
Sometimes Mung entereth the poor man's cottage; Mung also boweth very low before The King. Then do the Lives of the poor man and of The King go forth among the Worlds.
And Mung said: "Many turnings hath the road that Kib hath given every man to tread upon the earth. Behind one of these turnings sitteth Mung."
One day as a man trod upon the road that Kib had given him to tread he came suddenly upon Mung. And when Mung said: "I am Mung!" the man cried out: "Alas, that I took this road, for had I gone by any other way then had I not met with Mung."
And Mung said: "Had it been possible for thee to go by any other way then had the Scheme of Things been otherwise and the gods had been other gods. When MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI forgets to rest and makes again new gods it may be that They will send thee again into the Worlds; and then thou mayest choose some other way, and not meet with Mung."
Then Mung made the sign of Mung. And the Life of that man went forth with yesterday's regrets and all old sorrows and forgotten thingsâwhither Mung knoweth.
And Mung went onward with his work to sunder Life from flesh, and Mung came upon a man who became stricken with sorrow when he saw the shadow of Mung. But Mung said: "When at the sign of Mung thy Life shall float away there will also disappear thy sorrow at forsaking it." But the man cried out: "O Mung! tarry for a little, and make not the sign of Mung against me now, for I have a family upon the earth with whom sorrow will remain, though mine should disappear because of the sign of Mung."
And Mung said: "With the gods it is always Now. And before Sish hath banished many of the years the sorrows of thy family for thee shall go the way of thine." And the man beheld Mung making the sign of Mung before his eyes, which beheld things no more.
THE CHAUNT OF THE PRIESTS
This is the chaunt of the Priests.
The chaunt of the priests of Mung.
This is the chaunt of the Priests.
All day long to Mung cry out the Priests of Mung, and, yet Mung harkeneth not. What, then, shall avail the prayers of All the People?
Rather bring gifts to the Priests, gifts to the Priests of Mung.
So shall they cry louder unto Mung than ever was their wont.
And it may be that Mung shall hear.
Not any longer than shall fall the Shadow of Mung athwart the hopes of the People.
Not any longer then shall the Tread of Mung darken the dreams of the people.
Not any longer shall the lives of the People be loosened because of Mung.
Bring ye gifts to the Priests, gifts to the Priests of Mung.
This is the chaunt of the Priests.
The chaunt of the Priests of Mung.
This is the chaunt of the Priests.
THE SAYINGS OF LIMPANG-TUNG
(The God of Mirth and of Melodious Minstrels)
And Limpang-Tung said: "The ways of the gods are strange. The flower groweth up and the flower fadeth away. This may be very clever of the gods. Man groweth from his infancy, and in a while he dieth. This may be very clever too.
"But the gods play with a strange scheme.
"I will send jests into the world and a little mirth. And while Death seems to thee as far away as the purple rim of hills; or sorrow as far off as rain in the blue days of summer, then pray to Limpang-Tung. But when thou growest old, or ere thou diest, pray not of Limpang-Tung, for thou becomest part of a scheme that he doth not understand.
"Go out into the starry night, and Limpang-Tung will dance with thee who danced since the gods were young, the god of mirth and of melodious minstrels. Or offer up a jest to Limpang-Tung; only pray not in thy sorrow to Limpang-Tung, for he saith of sorrow: 'It may be very clever of the gods,' but he doth not understand."
And Limpang-Tung said: "I am lesser than the gods; pray, therefore, to the small gods and not to Limpang-Tung.
"Natheless between Pegana and the Earth flutter ten thousand thousand prayers that beat their wings against the face of Death, and never for one of them hath the hand of the Striker been stayed, nor yet have tarried the feet of the Relentless One.
"Utter thy prayer! It may accomplish where failed ten thousand thousand.
"Limpang-Tung is lesser than the gods, and doth not understand."
And Limpang-Tung said: "Lest men grow weary down on the great Worlds through gazing always at a changeless sky, I will paint my pictures in the sky. And I will paint them twice in every day for so long as days shall be. Once as the day ariseth out of the homes of dawn will I paint the Blue, that men may see and rejoice; and ere day falleth under into the night will I paint upon the Blue again, lest men be sad.
"It is a little," said Limpang-Tung, "it is a little even for a god to give some pleasure to men upon the Worlds."
And Limpang-Tung hath sworn that the pictures that he paints shall never be the same for so long as the days shall be, and this he hath sworn by the oath of the gods of Pegana that the gods may never break, laying his hand upon the shoulder of each of the gods and swearing by the light behind Their eyes.
Limpang-Tung hath lured a melody out of the stream and stolen its anthem from the forest; for him the wind hath cried in lonely places and the ocean sung its dirges. There is music for Limpang-Tung in the sounds of the moving of grass and in the voices of the people that lament or in the cry of them that rejoice.
In an inner mountain land where none hath come he hath carved his organ pipes out of the mountains, and there when the winds, his servants, come in from all the world he maketh the melody of Limpang-Tung. But the song, arising at night, goeth forth like a river, winding through all the world, and here and there amid the peoples of earth one heareth, and straightaway all that hath voice to sing crieth aloud in music to his soul.
Or sometimes walking through the dusk with steps unheard by men, in a form unseen by the people, Limpang-Tung goeth abroad, and, standing behind the minstrels in cities of song, waveth his hands above them to and fro, and the minstrels bend to their work, and the voice of the music ariseth; and mirth and melody abound in that city of song, and no one seeth Limpang-Tung as he standeth behind the minstrels.
But through the mists towards morning, in the dark when the minstrels sleep and mirth and melody have sunk to rest, Limpang-Tung goeth back again to his mountain land.
OF YOHARNETH-LAHAI
(The God of Little Dreams and Fancies)
Yaoharneth-Lahai is the god of little dreams and fancies.
All night he sendeth little dreams out of Pegana to please the people of Earth.
He sendeth little dreams to the poor man and to The King.
He is so busy to send his dreams to all before the night be ended that oft he forgetteth which be the poor man and which be The King.
To whom Yoharneth-Lahai cometh not with little dreams and sleep he must endure all night the laughter of the gods, with highest mockery, in Pegana.
All night long Yoharneth-Lahai giveth peace to cities until the dawn hour and the departing of Yoharneth-Lahai, when it is time for the gods to play with men again.
Whether the dreams and the fancies of Yoharneth-Lahai be false and the Things that are done in the Day be real, or the Things that are done in the Day be false and the dreams and the fancies of Yoharneth-Lahai be true, none knoweth saving only MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, who hath not spoken.
OF ROON, THE GOD OF GOING, AND THE THOUSAND HOME GODS
Roon said: "There be gods of moving and gods of standing still, but I am the god of Going."
It is because of Roon that the worlds are never still, for the moons and the worlds and the comet are stirred by the spirit of Roon, which saith: "Go! Go! Go!"
Roon met the Worlds all in the morning of Things, before there was light upon Pegana, and Roon danced before them in the Void, since when they are never still, Roon sendeth all streams to the Sea, and all the rivers to the soul of Slid.
Roon maketh the sign of Roon before the waters, and lo! they have left the hills; and Roon hath spoken in the ear of the North Wind that he may be still no more.
The footfall of Roon hath been heard at evening outside the houses of men, and thenceforth comfort and abiding know them no more. Before them stretcheth travel over all the lands, long miles, and never resting between their homes and their gravesâand all at the bidding of Roon.
The Mountains have set no limit against Roon nor all the seas a boundary.
Whither Roon hath desired there must Roon's people go, and the worlds and their streams and the winds.
I heard the whisper of Roon at evening, saying: "There are islands of spices to the South," and the voice of Roon saying: "Go."
And Roon said: "There are a thousand home gods, the little gods that sit before the hearth and mind the fireâthere is one Roon."
Roon saith in a whisper, in a whisper when none heareth, when the sun is low: "What doeth MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI?" Roon is no god that thou mayest worship by thy hearth, nor will he be benignant to thy home.
Offer to Roon thy toiling and thy speed, whose incense is the smoke of the camp fire to the South, whose song is the sound of going, whose temples stand beyond the farthest hills in his lands behind the East.
Yarinareth, Yarinareth, Yarinareth, which signifieth Beyondâthese words be carved in letters of gold upon the arch of the great portal of the Temple of Roon that men have builded looking towards the East upon the Sea, where Roon is carved as a giant trumpeter, with his trumpet pointing towards the East beyond the Seas.
Whoso heareth his voice, the voice of Roon at evening, he at once forsaketh the home gods that sit beside the hearth. These be the gods of the hearth: Pitsu, who stroketh the cat; Hobith who calms the dog; and Habaniah, the lord of glowing embers; and little Zumbiboo, the lord of dust; and old Gribaun, who sits in the heart of the fire to turn the wood to ashâall these be home gods, and live not in Pegana and be lesser than Roon.
There is also Kilooloogung, the lord of arising smoke, who taketh the smoke from the hearth and sendeth it to the sky, who is pleased if it reacheth Pegana, so that the gods of Pegana, speaking to the gods, say: "There is Kilooloogung doing the work on earth of Kilooloogung."
All these are gods so small that they be lesser than men, but pleasant gods to have beside the hearth; and often men have prayed to Kilooloogung, saying: "Thou whose smoke ascendeth to Pegana send up with it our prayers, that the gods may hear." And Kilooloogung, who is pleased that men should pray, stretches himself up all grey and lean, with his arms above his head, and sendeth his servant the smoke to seek Pegana, that the gods of Pegana may know that the people pray.
And Jabim is the Lord of broken things, who sitteth behind the house to lament the things that are cast away. And there he sitteth lamenting the broken things until the worlds be ended, or until someone cometh to mend the broken things. Or sometimes he sitteth by the river's edge to lament the forgotten things that drift upon it.
A kindly god is Jabim, whose heart is sore if anything be lost.
There is also Triboogie, the Lord of Dusk, whose children are the shadows, who sitteth in a corner far off from Habaniah and speaketh to none. But after Habaniah hath gone to sleep and old Gribaun hath blinked a hundred times, until he forgetteth which be wood or ash, then doth Triboogie send his children to run about the room and dance upon the walls, but never disturb the silence.
But when there is light again upon the worlds, and dawn comes dancing down the highway from Pegana, then does Triboogie retire into his corner, with his children all around him, as though they had never danced about the room. And the slaves of Habaniah and old Gribaun come and awake them from their sleep upon the hearth, and Pitsu strokes the cat, and Hobith calms the dog, and Kilooloogung stretches aloft his arms towards Pegana, and Triboogie is very still, and his children asleep.
And when it is dark, all in the hour of Triboogie, Hish creepeth from the forest, the Lord of Silence, whose children are the bats, that have broken the command of their father, but in a voice that is ever so low. Hish husheth the mouse and all the whispers in the night; he maketh all noises still. Only the cricket rebelleth. But Hish hath set against him such a spell that after he hath cried a thousand times his voice may be heard no more but becometh part of the silence.
And when he hath slain all sounds Hish boweth low to the ground; then cometh into the house, with never a sound of feet, the god Yoharneth-Lahai.
But away in the forest whence Hish hath come Wohoon, the Lord of Noises in the Night, awaketh in his lair and creepeth round the forest to see whether it be true that Hish hath gone.
Then in some glade Wohoon lifts up his voice and cries aloud, that all the night may hear, that it is he, Wohoon, who is abroad in all the forest. And the wolf and the fox and the owl, and the great beasts and the small, lift up their voices to acclaim Wohoon. And there arise the sounds of voices and the stirring of leaves.
THE REVOLT OF THE HOME GODS
There be three broad rivers of the plain, born before memory or fable, whose mothers are three grey peaks and whose father was the storm. There names be EimÍs, ZänÍs, and Segåstrion.
And EimÍs is the joy of lowing herds; and ZänÍs hath bowed his neck to the yoke of man, and carries the timber from the forest far up below the mountain; and Segåstrion sings old songs to shepherd boys, singing of his childhood in a lone ravine and of how he once sprang down the mountain sides and far away into the plain to see the world, and of how one day at last he will find the sea. These be the rivers of the plain, wherein the plain rejoices. But old men tell, whose fathers heard it from the ancients, how once the lords of the three rivers of the plain rebelled against the law of the Worlds, and passed beyond their boundaries, and joined together and whelmed cities and slew men, saying: "We now play the game of the gods and slay men for our pleasure, and we be greater than the gods of Pegana."
And all the plain was flooded to the hills.
And EimÍs, ZänÍs, and Segåstrion sat upon the mountains, and spread their hands over their rivers that rebelled by their command.
But the prayer of men going upward found Pegana, and cried in the ear of the gods: "There be three home gods who slay us for their pleasure, and say that they be mightier than Pegana's gods, and play Their game with men."
Then were all the gods of Pegana very wroth; but They could not whelm the lords of the three rivers, because being home gods, though small, they were immortal.
And still the home gods spread their hands across their rivers, with their fingers wide apart, and the waters rose and rose, and the voice of their torrent grew louder, crying: "Are we not EimÍs, ZänÍs, and Segåstrion?"
Then Mung went down into a waste of Afrik, and came upon the drought Umbool as he sat in the desert upon iron rocks, clawing with miserly grasp at the bones of men and breathing hot.
And Mung stood before him as his dry sides heaved, and ever as they sank his hot breath blasted dry sticks and bones.
Then Mung said: "Friend of Mung! Go, thou and grin before the faces of EimÍs, ZänÍs, and Segåstrion till they see whether it be wise to rebel against the gods of Pegana."
And Umbool answered: "I am the beast of Mung."
And Umbool came and crouched upon a hill upon the other side of the waters and grinned across them at the rebellious home gods.
And whenever EimÍs, ZänÍs, and Segåstrion stretched out their hands over their rivers they saw before their faces the grinning of Umbool; and because the grinning was like death in a hot and hideous land therefore they turned away and spread their hands no more over their rivers, and the waters sank and sank.
But when Umbool had grinned for thirty days the waters fell back into the river beds and the lords of the rivers slunk away back again to their homes: still Umbool sat and grinned.
Then EimĂŤs sought to hide himself in a great pool beneath a rock, and ZänĂŤs crept into the middle of a wood, and SegĂĄstrion lay and panted on the sandâstill Umbool sat and grinned.
And EimÍs grew lean, and was forgotten, so that the men of the plain would say: "Here once was EimÍs"; and ZänÍs scarce had strength to lead his river to the sea; and as Segåstrion lay and panted a man stepped over his stream, and Segåstrion said: "It is the foot of a man that has passed across my neck, and I have sought to be greater than the gods of Pegana."
Then said the gods of Pegana: "It is enough. We are the gods of Pegana, and none are equal."
Then Mung sent Umbool back to his waste in Afrik to breathe again upon the rocks, and parch the desert, and to sear the memory of Afrik into the brains of all who ever bring their bones away.
And EimÍs, ZänÍs, and Segåstrion sang again, and walked once more in their accustomed haunts, and played the game of Life and Death with fishes and frogs, but never essayed to play it any more with men, as do the gods of Pegana.
OF DOROZHAND
(Whose Eyes Regard The End)
Sitting above the lives of the people, and looking, doth Dorozhand see that which is to be.
The god of Destiny is Dorozhand. Upon whom have looked the eyes of Dorozhand he goeth forward to an end that naught may stay; he becometh the arrow from the bow of Dorozhand hurled forward at a mark he may not seeâto the goal of Dorozhand. Beyond the thinking of men, beyond the sight of all the other gods, regard the eyes of Dorozhand.
He hath chosen his slaves. And them doth the destiny god drive onward where he will, who, knowing not whither nor even knowing why, feel only his scourge behind them or hear his cry before.
There is something that Dorozhand would fain achieve, and, therefore, hath he set the people striving, with none to cease or rest in all the worlds. But the gods of Pegana, speaking to the gods, say: "What is it that Dorozhand would fain achieve?"
It hath been written and said that not only the destinies of men are the care of Dorozhand but that even the gods of Pegana be not unconcerned by his will.
All the gods of Pegana have felt a fear, for they have seen a look in the eyes of Dorozhand that regardeth beyond the gods.
The reason and purpose of the Worlds is that there should be Life upon the Worlds, and Life is the instrument of Dorozhand wherewith he would achieve his end.
Therefore the Worlds go on, and the rivers run to the sea, and Life ariseth and flieth even in all the Worlds, and the gods of Pegana do the work of the godsâand all for Dorozhand. But when the end of Dorozhand hath been achieved there will be need no longer of Life upon the Worlds, nor any more a game for the small gods to play. Then will Kib tiptoe gently across Pegana to the resting-place in Highest Pegana of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, and touching reverently his hand, the hand that wrought the gods, say: "MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, thou hast rested long."
And MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI shall say: "Not so; for I have rested for but fifty aeons of the gods, each of them scarce more than ten million mortal years of the Worlds that ye have made."
And then shall the gods be afraid when they find that MANA knoweth that they have made Worlds while he rested. And they shall answer: "Nay; but the Worlds came all of themselves."
Then MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, as one who would have done with an irksome matter, will lightly wave his handâthe hand that wrought the godsâand there shall be gods no more.
When there shall be three moons towards the north above the Star of the Abiding, three moons that neither wax nor wane but regard towards the North.
Or when the comet ceaseth from his seeking and stands still, not any longer moving among the Worlds but tarrying as one who rests after the end of search, then shall arise from resting, because it is THE END, the Greater One, who rested of old time, even MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
Then shall the Times that were be Times no more; and it may be that the old, dead days shall return from beyond the Rim, and we who have wept for them shall see those days again, as one who, returning from long travel to his home, comes suddenly on dear, remembered things.
For none shall know of MANA who hath rested for so long, whether he be a harsh or merciful god. It may be that he shall have mercy, and that these things shall be.
THE EYE IN THE WASTE
There lie seven deserts beyond Bodrahan, which is the city of the caravans' end. None goeth beyond. In the first desert lie the tracks of mighty travellers outward from Bodrahan, and some returning. And in the second lie only outward tracks, and none return.
The third is a desert untrodden by the feet of men.
The fourth is the desert of sand, and the fifth is the desert of dust, and the sixth is the desert of stones, and the seventh is the Desert of Deserts.
In the midst of the last of the deserts that lie beyond Bodrahan, in the centre of the Desert of Deserts, standeth the image that hath been hewn of old out of the living hill whose name is Ranoradaâthe eye in the waste.
About the base of Ranorada is carved in mystic letters that are vaster than the beds of streams these words:
To the god who knows.
Now, beyond the second desert are no tracks, and there is no water in all the seven deserts that lie beyond Bodrahan. Therefore came no man thither to hew that statue from the living hills, and Ranorada was wrought by the hands of gods. Men tell in Bodrahan, where the caravans end and all the drivers of the camels rest, how once the gods hewed Ranorada from the living hill, hammering all night long beyond the deserts. Moreover, they say that Ranorada is carved in the likeness of the god Hoodrazai, who hath found the secret of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, and knoweth the wherefore of the making of the gods.
They say that Hoodrazai stands all alone in Pegana and speaks to none because he knows what is hidden from the gods.
Therefore the gods have made his image in a lonely land as one who thinks and is silentâthe eye in the waste.
They say that Hoodrazai had heard the murmers of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI as he muttered to himself, and gleaned the meaning, and knew; and that he was the god of mirth and of abundant joy, but became from the moment of his knowing a mirthless god, even as his image, which regards the deserts beyond the track of man.
But the camel drivers, as they sit and listen to the tales of the old men in the market-place of Bodrahan, at evening, while the camels rest, say:
"If Hoodrazai is so very wise and yet is sad, let us drink wine, and banish wisdom to the wastes that lie beyond Bodrahan." Therefore is there feasting and laughter all night long in the city where the caravans end.
All this the camel drivers tell when the caravans come in from Bodrahan; but who shall credit tales that camel drivers have heard from aged men in so remote a city?
OF THE THING THAT IS NEITHER GOD NOR BEAST
Seeing that wisdom is not in cities nor happiness in wisdom, and because Yadin the prophet was doomed by the gods ere he was born to go in search of wisdom, he followed the caravans to Bodrahan. There in the evening, where the camels rest, when the wind of the day ebbs out into the desert sighing amid the palms its last farewells and leaving the caravans still, he sent his prayer with the wind to drift into the desert calling to Hoodrazai.
And down the wind his prayer went calling: "Why do the gods endure, and play their game with men? Why doth not Skarl forsake his drumming, and MANA cease to rest?" and the echo of seven deserts answered: "Who knows? Who knows?"
But out in the waste, beyond the seven deserts where Ranorada looms enormous in the dusk, at evening his prayer was heard; and from the rim of the waste whither had gone his prayer, came three flamingoes flying, and their voices said: "Going South, Going South" at every stroke of their wings.
But as they passed by the prophet they seemed so cool and free and the desert so blinding and hot that he stretched up his arms towards them. Then it seemed happy to fly and pleasant to follow behind great white wings, and he was with the three flamingoes up in the cool above the desert, and their voices cried before him: "Going South, Going South," and the desert below him mumbled: "Who knows? Who knows?"
Sometimes the earth stretched up towards them with peaks of mountains, sometimes it fell away in steep ravines, blue rivers sang to them as they passed above them, or very faintly came the song of breezes in lone orchards, and far away the sea sang mighty dirges of old forsaken isles. But it seemed that in all the world there was nothing only to be going South.
It seemed that somewhere the South was calling to her own, and that they were going South.
But when the prophet saw that they had passed above the edge of Earth, and that far away to the North of them lay the Moon, he perceived that he was following no mortal birds but some strange messengers of Hoodrazai whose nest had lain in one of Pegana's vales below the mountains whereon sit the gods.
Still they went South, passing by all the Worlds and leaving them to the North, till only Araxes, Zadres, and Hyraglion lay still to the South of them, where great Ingazi seemed only a point of light, and Yo and Mindo could be seen no more.
Still they went South till they passed below the South and came to the Rim of the Worlds.
There there is neither South nor East nor West, but only North and Beyond; there is only North of it where lie the Worlds, and Beyond it where lies the Silence, and the Rim is a mass of rocks that were never used by the gods when They made the Worlds, and on it sat Trogool. Trogool is the Thing that is neither god nor beast, who neither howls nor breathes, only It turns over the leaves of a great book, black and white, black and white for ever until THE END.
And all that is to be is written in the book is also all that was.
When It turneth a black page it is night, and when It turneth a white page it is day.
Because it is written that there are godsâthere are the gods.
Also there is writing about thee and me until the page where our names no more are written.
Then as the prophet watched It, Trogool turned a pageâa black one, and night was over, and day shone on the Worlds.
Trogool is the Thing that men in many countries have called by many names, It is the Thing that sits behind the gods, whose book is the Scheme of Things.
But when Yadin saw that old remembered days were hidden away with the part that It had turned, and knew that upon one whose name is writ no more the last page had turned for ever a thousand pages back. Then did he utter his prayer in the fact of Trogool who only turns the pages and never answers prayer. He prayed in the face of Trogool: "Only turn back thy pages to the name of one which is writ no more, and far away upon a place named Earth shall rise the prayers of a little people that acclaim the name of Trogool, for there is indeed far off a place called Earth where men shall pray to Trogool."
Then spake Trogool who turns the pages and never answers prayer, and his voice was like the murmurs of the waste at night when echoes have been lost: "Though the whirlwind of the South should tug with his claws at a page that hath been turned yet shall he not be able to ever turn it back."
Then because of words in the book that said that it should be so, Yadin found himself lying in the desert where one gave him water, and afterwards carried him on a camel into Bodrahan.
There some said that he had but dreamed when thirst seized him while he wandered among the rocks in the desert. But certain aged men of Bodrahan say that indeed there sitteth somewhere a Thing that is called Trogool, that is neither god nor beast, that turneth the leaves of a book, black and white, black and white, until he come to the words: Mai Doon Izahn, which means The End For Ever, and book and gods and worlds shall be no more.
YONATH THE PROPHET
Yonath was the first among prophets who uttered unto men.
These are the words of Yonath, the first among all prophets:
There be gods upon Pegana.
Upon a night I slept. And in my sleep Pegana came very near. And Pegana was full of gods.
I saw the gods beside me as one might see wonted things.
Only I saw not MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
And in that hour, in the hour of my sleep, I knew.
And the end and the beginning of my knowing, and all of my knowing that there was, was thisâthat Man Knoweth Not.
Seek thou to find at night the utter edge of the darkness, or seek to find the birthplace of the rainbow where he leapeth upward from the hills, only seek not concerning the wherefore of the making of the gods.
The gods have set a brightness upon the farther side of the Things to Come that they may appear more felititous to men than the Things that Are.
To the gods the Things to Come are but as the Things that Are, and nothing altereth in Pegana.
The gods, although not merciful, are not ferocious gods. They are the destroyers of the Days that Were, but they set a glory about the Days to Be.
Man must endure the Days that Are, but the gods have left him his ignorance as a solace.
Seek not to know. Thy seeking will weary thee, and thou wilt return much worn, to rest at last about the place from whence thou settest out upon thy seeking.
Seek not to know. Even I, Yonath, the oldest prophet, burdened with the wisdom of great years, and worn with seeking, know only that man knoweth not.
Once I set out seeking to know all things. Now I know one thing only, and soon the Years will carry me away.
The path of my seeking, that leadeth to seeking again, must be trodden by very many more, when Yonath is no longer even Yonath.
Set not thy foot upon that path.
Seek not to know.
These be the Words of Yonath.
YUG THE PROPHET
When the Years had carries away Yonath, and Yonath was dead, there was no longer a prophet among men.
And still men sought to know.
Therefore they said unto Yug: "Be thou our prophet, and know all things, and tell us concerning the wherefore of It All."
And Yug said: "I know all things." And men were pleased.
And Yug said of the Beginning that it was in Yug's own garden, and of the End that it was in the sight of Yug.
And men forgot Yug.
One day Yug saw Mung behind the hills making the sign of Mung. And Yug was Yug no more.
ALHIRETH-HOTEP THE PROPHET
When Yug was Yug no more men said unto Alhireth-Hotep: "Be thou our prophet, and be as wise as Yug."
And Alhireth-Hotep said: "I am as wise as Yug." And men were very glad.
And Alhireth-Hotep said of Life and Death: "These be the affairs of Alhireth-Hotep." And men brought gifts to him.
One day Alhireth-Hotep wrote in a book: "Alhireth-Hotep knoweth All Things, for he hath spoken with Mung."
And Mung stepped from behind him, making the sign of Mung, saying: "Knowest thou All Things, then, Alhireth-Hotep?" And Alhireth-Hotep became among the Things that Were.
KABOK THE PROPHET
When Alhireth-Hotep was among the Things that Were, and still men sought to know, they said unto Kabok: "Be thou as wise as was Alhireth-Hotep."
And Kabok grew wise in his own sight and in the sight of men.
And Kabok said: "Mung maketh his signs against men or withholdeth it by the advice of Kabok."
And he said unto one: "Thou hast sinned against Kabok, therefore will Mung make the sign of Mung against thee." And to another: "Thou has brought Kabok gifts, therefore shall Mung forbear to make against thee the sign of Mung."
One night as Kabok fattened upon the gifts that men had brought him he heard the tread of Mung treading in the garden of Kabok about his house at night.
And because the night was very still it seemed most evil to Kabok that Mung should be treading in his garden, without the advice of Kabok, about his house at night.
And Kabok, who knew All Things, grew afraid, for the treading was very loud and the night still, and he knew not what lay behind the back of Mung, which none had ever seen.
But when the morning grew to brightness, and there was light upon the Worlds, and Mung trod no longer in the garden, Kabok forgot his fears, and said: "Perhaps it was but a herd of cattle that stampeded in the garden of Kabok."
And Kabok went about his business, which was that of knowing All Things, and telling All Things unto men, and making light of Mung.
But that night Mung trod again in the garden of Kabok, about his house at night, and stood before the window of the house like a shadow standing erect, so that Kabok knew indeed that it was Mung.
And a great fear fell upon the throat of Kabok, so that his speech was hoarse; and he cried out: "Thou art Mung!"
And Mung slightly inclined his head, and went on to tread in the garden of Kabok, about his house at night.
And Kabok lay and listened with horror at his heart.
But when the second morning grew to brightness, and there was light upon the Worlds, Mung went from treading in the garden of Kabok; and for a little while Kabok hoped, but looked with great dread for the coming of the third night.
And when the third night was come, and the bat had gone to his home, and the wind had sank, the night was very still.
And Kabok lay and listened, to whom the wings of the night flew very slow.
But, ere night met the morning upon the highway between Pegana and the Worlds, there came the tread of Mung in the garden of Kabok towards Kabok's door.
And Kabok fled out of his house as flees a hunted beast and flung himself before Mung.
And Mung made the sign of Mung, pointing towards THE END.
And the fears of Kabok had rest from troubling Kabok any more, for they and he were among accomplished things.
OF THE CALAMITY THAT BEFEL YUN-ILARA BY THE SEA, AND OF THE BUILDING OF THE TOWER OF THE ENDING OF DAYS
When Kabok and his fears had rest the people sought a prophet who should have no fear of Mung, whose hand was against the prophets.
And at last they found Yun-Ilara, who tended sheep and had no fear of Mung, and the people brought him to the town that he might be their prophet.
And Yun-Ilara builded a tower towards the sea that looked upon the setting of the Sun. And he called it the Tower of the Ending of Days.
And about the ending of the day would Yun-Ilara go up to his tower's top and look towards the setting of the Sun to cry his curses against Mung, crying: "O Mung! whose hand is against the Sun, whom men abhor but worship because they fear thee, here stands and speaks a man who fears thee not. Assassin lord of murder and dark things, abhorrent, merciless, make thou the sign of Mung against me when thou wilt, but until silence settles upon my lips, because of the sign of Mung, I will curse Mung to his face." And the people in the street below would gaze up with wonder towards Yun-Ilara, who had no fear of Mung, and brought him gifts; only in their homes after the falling of the night would they pray again with reverence to Mung. But Mung said: "Shall a man curse a god?"
And still Mung came not nigh to Yun-Ilara as he cried his curses against Mung from his tower towards the sea.
And Sish throughout the Worlds hurled Time away, and slew the Hours that had served him well, and called up more out of the timeless waste that lieth beyond the Worlds, and drave them forth to assail all things. And Sish cast a whiteness over the hairs of Yun-Ilara, and ivy about his tower, and weariness over his limbs, for Mung passed by him still.
And when Sish became a god less durable to Yun-Ilara than ever Mung hath been he ceased at last to cry from his tower's top his curses against Mung whenever the sun went down, till there came the day when weariness of the gift of Kib fell heavily upon Yun-Ilara.
Then from the tower of the Ending of Days did Yun-Ilara cry out thus to Mung, crying: "O Mung! O loveliest of the gods! O Mung, most dearly to be desired! thy gift of Death is the heritage of Man, with ease and rest and silence and returning to the Earth. Kib giveth but toil and trouble; and Sish, he sendeth regrets with each of his hours wherewith he assails the World. Yoharneth-Lahai cometh nigh no more. I can no longer be glad with Limpang-Tung. When the other gods forsake him a man hath only Mung."
But Mung said: "Shall a man curse a god?"
And every day and all night long did Yun-Ilara cry aloud: "Ah, now for the hour of the mourning of many, and the pleasant garlands of flowers and the tears, and the moist, dark earth. Ah, for repose down underneath the grass, where the firm feet of the trees grip hold upon the world, where never shall come the wind that now blows through my bones, and the rain shall come warm and trickling, not driven by storm, where is the easeful falling asunder of bone from bone in the dark." Thus prayed Yun-Ilara, who had cursed in his folly and youth, while never heeded Mung.
Still from a heap of bones that are Yun-Ilara still, lying about the ruined base of the tower that once he builded, goes up a shrill voice with the wind crying out for the mercy of Mung, if any such there be.
OF HOW THE GODS WHELMED SIDITH
There was dole in the valley of Sidith. For three years there had been pestilence, and in the last of the three a famine; moreover, there was imminence of war.
Throughout all Sidith men died night and day, and night and day within the Temple of All the gods save One (for none may pray to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI) did the priests of the gods pray hard.
For they said: "For a long while a man may hear the droning of little insects and yet not be aware that he hath heard them, so may the gods not hear our prayers at first until they have been very oft repeated. But when your praying has troubled the silence long it may be that some god as he strolls in Pegana's glades may come on one of our lost prayers, that flutters like a butterfly tossed in storm when all its wings are broken; then if the gods be merciful they may ease our fears in Sidith, or else they may crush us, being petulant gods, and so we shall see trouble in Sidith no longer, with its pestilence and dearth and fears of war."
But in the fourth year of the pestilence and in the second year of the famine, and while still there was imminence of war, came all the people of Sidith to the door of the Temple of All the gods save One, where none may enter but the priestsâbut only leave gifts and go.
And there the people cried out: "O High Prophet of All the gods save One, Priest of Kib, Priest of Sish, and Priest of Mung, Teller of the mysteries of Dorozhand, Receiver of the gifts of the People, and Lord of Prayer, what doest thou within the Temple of All the gods save One?"
And Arb-Rin-Hadith, who was the High Prophet, answered: "I pray for all the People."
But the people answered: "O High Prophet of All the gods save One, Priest of Kib, Priest of Sish, and Priest of Mung, Teller of the mysteries of Dorozhand, Receiver of the gifts of the People, and Lord of Prayer, for four long years hast thou prayed with the priests of all thine order, while we brought ye gifts and died. Now, therefore, since They have not heard thee in four grim years, thou must go and carry to Their faces the prayer of the people of Sidith when They go to drive the thunder to his pasture upon the mountain Aghrinaun, or else there shall no longer be gifts upon thy temple door, whenever falls the dew, that thou and thine order may fatten.
"Then thou shalt say before Their faces: 'O All the gods save One, Lords of the Worlds, whose child is the eclipse, take back thy pestilence from Sidith, for ye have played the game of the gods too long with the people of Sidith, who would fain have done with the gods'."
Then in great fear answered the High Prophet, saying: "What if the gods be angry and whelm Sidith?" And the people answered: "Then are we sooner done with pestilence and famine and the imminence of war."
That night the thunder howled upon Aghrinaun, which stood a peak above all others in the land of Sidith. And the people took Arb-Rin-Hadith from his Temple and drave him to Aghrinaun, for they said: "There walk to-night upon the mountain All the gods save One."
And Arb-Rin-Hadith went trembling to the gods.
Next morning, white and frightened from Aghrinaun, came Arb-Rin-Hadith back into the valley, and there spake to the people, saying: "The faces of the gods are iron and their mouths set hard. There is no hope from the gods."
Then said the people: "Thou shalt go to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, to whom no man may pray: seek him upon Aghrinaun where it lifts clear into the stillness before morning, and on its summit, where all things seem to rest surely there rests also MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI. Go to him, and say: 'Thou hast made evil gods, and They smite Sidith.' Perchance he hath forgotten all his gods, or hath not heard of Sidith. Thou hast escaped the thunder of the gods, surely thou shalt also escape the stillness of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI."
Upon a morning when the sky and lakes were clear and the world still, and Aghrinaun was stiller than the world, Arb-Rin-Hadith crept in fear towards the slopes of Aghrinaun because the people were urgent.
All that day men saw him climbing. At night he rested near the top. But ere the morning of the day that followed, such as rose early saw him in the silence, a speck against the blue, stretch up his arms upon the summit to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI. Then instantly they saw him not, nor was he ever seen of men again who had dared to trouble the stillness of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
Such as now speak of Sidith tell of a fierce and potent tribe that smote away a people in a valley enfeebled by pestilence, where stood a temple to "All the gods save One" in which was no high priest.
OF HOW IMBAUN BECAME HIGH PROPHET IN ARADEC OF ALL THE GODS SAVE ONE
Imbaun was to be made High Prophet in Aradec, of All the Gods save One.
From Ardra, Rhoodra, and the lands beyond came all High Prophets of the Earth to the Temple in Aradec of All the gods save One.
And then they told Imbaun how The Secret of Things was upon the summit of the dome of the Hall of Night, but faintly writ, and in an unknown tongue.
Midway in the night, between the setting and the rising sun, they led Imbaun into the Hall of Night, and said to him, chaunting altogether: "Imbaun, Imbaun, Imbaun, look up to the roof, where is writ The Secret of Things, but faintly, and in an unknown tongue."
And Imbaun looked up, but darkness was so deep within the Hall of Night that Imbaun was not even the High Prophets who came from Ardra, Rhoodra, and the lands beyond, nor saw he aught in the Hall of Night at all.
Then called the High Prophets: "What seest thou, Imbaun?"
And Imbaun said: "I see naught."
Then called the High Prophets: "What knowest thou Imbaun?"
And Imbaun said: "I know naught."
Then spake the High Prophet of Eld of All the gods save One, who is first on Earth of prophets: "O Imbaun! we have all looked upwards in the Hall of Night towards the secret of Things, and ever it was dark, and the Secret faint and in an unknown tongue. And now thou knowest what all High Prophets know."
And Imbaun answered: "I know."
So Imbaun became High Prophet in Aradec of All the gods save One, and prayed for all the people, who knew not that there was darkness in the Hall of Night or that the secret was writ faint and in an unknown tongue.
These are the words of Imbaun that he wrote in a book that all the people might know:
"In the twentieth night of the nine hundredth moon, as night came up the valley, I performed the mystic rites of each of the gods in the temple as is my wont, lest any of the gods should grow angry in the night and whelm us while we slept.
"And as I uttered the last of certain secret words I fell asleep in the temple, for I was weary, with my head against the altar of Dorozhand. Then in the stillness, as I slept, there entered Dorozhand by the temple door in the guise of a man, and touched me on the shoulder, and I awoke.
"But when I saw that his eyes shone blue and lit the whole of the temple I knew that he was a god though he came in mortal guise. And Dorozhand said: 'Prophet of Dorozhand, behold that the people may know.' And he showed me the paths of Sish stretching far down into the future time. Then he bade me arise and follow whither he pointed, speaking no words but commanding with his eyes.
"Therefore upon the twentieth night of the nine hundredth moon I walked with Dorozhand adown the paths of Sish into the future time.
"And ever beside the way did men slay men. And the sum of their slaying was greater than the slaying of the pestilence of any of the evils of the gods.
"And cities arose and shed their houses in dust, and ever the desert returned again to its own, and covered over and hid the last of all that had troubled its repose.
"And still men slew men.
"And I came at last to a time when men set their yoke no longer upon beasts but made them beasts of iron.
"And after that did men slay men with mists.
"Then, because the slaying exceeded their desire, there came peace upon the world that was brought by the hand of the slayer, and men slew men no more.
"And cities multiplied, and overthrew the desert and conquered its repose.
"And suddenly I beheld that THE END was near, for there was a stirring above Pegana as of One who grows weary of resting, and I saw the hound Time crouch to spring, with his eyes upon the throats of the gods, shifting from throat to throat, and the drumming of Skarl grew faint.
"And if a god may fear, it seemed that there was fear upon the face of Dorozhand, and he seized me by the hand and led me back along the paths of Time that I might not see THE END.
"Then I saw cities rise out of the dust again and fall back into the desert whence they had arisen; and again I slept in the Temple of All the gods save One, with my head against the altar of Dorozhand.
"Then again the Temple was alight, but not with light from the eyes of Dorozhand; only dawn came all blue out of the East and shone through the arches of the Temple. Then I awoke and performed the morning rites and mysteries of All the gods save One, lest any of the gods be angry in the day and take away the Sun.
"And I knew that because I who had been so near to it had not beheld THE END that a man should never behold it or know the doom of the gods. This They have hidden."
OF HOW IMBAUN MET ZODRAK
The prophet of the gods lay resting by the river to watch the stream run by.
And as he lay he pondered on the Scheme of Things and the works of all the gods. And it seemed to the prophet of the gods as he watched the stream run by that the Scheme was a right scheme and the gods benignant gods; yet there was sorrow in the Worlds. It seemed that Kib was bountiful, that Mung calmed all who suffer, that Sish dealt not too harshly with the hours, and that all the gods were good; yet there was sorrow in the Worlds.
Then said the prophet of the gods as he watched the stream run by: "There is some other god of whom naught is writ." And suddenly the prophet was aware of an old man who bemoaned beside the river, crying: "Alas! alas!"
His face was marked by the sign and the seal of exceeding many years, and there was yet vigour in his frame. These be the words of the prophet that he wrote in his book: "I said: 'Who art thou that bemoans beside the river?' And he answered: 'I am the fool.' I said: 'Upon thy brow are the marks of wisdom such as is stored in books.' He said: 'I am Zodrak. Thousands of years ago I tended sheep upon a hill that sloped towards the sea. The gods have many moods. Thousands of years ago They were in a mirthful mood. They said: 'Let Us call up a man before Us that We may laugh in Pegana.'"
"'And Their eyes that looked on me saw not me alone but also saw THE BEGINNING and THE END and all the Worlds besides. Then said the gods, speaking as speak the gods: "Go, back to thy sheep."
"'But I, who am the fool, had heard it said on earth that whoso seeth the gods upon Pegana becometh as the gods, if so he demand to Their faces, who may not slay him who hath looked them in the eyes.
"'And I, the fool, said: "I have looked in the eyes of the gods, and I demand what a man may demand of the gods when he hath seen Them in Pegana." And the gods inclined Their heads and Hoodrazai said: "It is the law of the gods."
"'And I, who was only a shepherd, how could I know?
"'I said: "I will make men rich." And the gods said: "What is rich?"
"'And I said: "I will send them love." And the gods said: "What is love?" And I sent gold into the Worlds, and, alas! I sent with it poverty and strife. And I sent love into the Worlds, and with it grief.
"'And now I have mixed gold and love most woefully together, and I can never remedy what I have done, for the deeds of the gods are done, and nothing may undo them.
"'Then I said: "I will give men wisdom that they may be glad." And those who got my wisdom found that they knew nothing, and from having been happy became glad no more.
"'And I, who would make men happy, have made them sad, and I have spoiled the beautiful scheme of the gods.
"'And now my hand is for ever on the handle of Their plough. I was only a shepherd, and how should I have known?
"'Now I come to thee as thou restest by the river to ask of thee thy forgiveness, for I would fain have the forgiveness of a man.'
"And I answered: 'O Lord of seven skies, whose children are the storms, shall a man forgive a god?'
"He answered: 'Men have sinned not against the gods as the gods have sinned against men since I came into Their councils.'
"And I, the prophet, answered: 'O Lord of seven skies, whose plaything is the thunder, thou art amongst the gods, what need hast thou for words from any man?'
"He said: 'Indeed I am amongst the gods, who speak to me as they speak to other gods, yet is there always a smile about Their mouths, and a look in Their eyes that saith: "Thou wert a man."'
"I said: 'O Lord of seven skies, about whose feet the Worlds are as drifted sand, because thou biddest me, I, a man, forgive thee.'
"And he answered: 'I was but a shepherd, and I could not know.' Then he was gone."
PEGANA
The prophet of the gods cried out to the gods: "O! All the gods save One" for none may pray to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, "where shall the life of a man abide when Mung hath made against his body the sign of Mung?âfor the people with whom ye play have sought to know."
But the gods answered, speaking through the mist:
"Though thou shouldst tell thy secrets to the beasts, even that the beasts should understand, yet will not the gods divulge the secret of the gods to thee, that gods and beasts and men shall be all the same, all knowing the same things."
That night Yoharneth-Lahai same to Aradec, and said unto Imbaun: "Wherefore wouldst thou know the secret of the gods that not the gods may tell thee?
"When the wind blows not, where, then, is the wind?
"Or when thou art not living, where art thou?
"What should the wind care for the hours of calm or thou for death?
"Thy life is long, Eternity is short.
"So short that, shouldst thou die and Eternity should pass, and after the passing of Eternity thou shouldst live again, thou wouldst say: 'I closed mine eyes but for an instant.'
"There is an eternity behind thee as well as one before. Hast thou bewailed the aeons that passed without thee, who art so much afraid of the aeons that shall pass?"
Then said the prophet: "How shall I tell the people that the gods have not spoken and their prophet doth not know? For then should I be prophet no longer, and another would take the people's gifts instead of me."
Then said Imbaun to the people: "The gods have spoken, saying: 'O Imbaun, Our prophet, it is as the people believe whose wisdom hath discovered the secret of the gods, and the people when they die shall come to Pegana, and there live with the gods, and there have pleasure without toil. And Pegana is a place all white with the peaks of mountains, on each of them a god, and the people shall lie upon the slopes of the mountains each under the god that he hath worshipped most when his lot was in the Worlds. And there shall music beyond thy dreaming come drifting through the scent of all the orchards in the Worlds, with somewhere someone singing an old song that shall be as a half-remembered thing. And there shall be gardens that have always sunlight, and streams that are lost in no sea beneath skies for ever blue. And there shall be no rain nor no regrets. Only the roses that in highest Pegana have achieved their prime shall shed their petals in showers at thy feet, and only far away on the forgotten earth shall voices drift up to thee that cheered thee in thy childhood about the gardens of thy youth. And if thou sighest for any memory of earth because thou hearest unforgotten voices, then will the gods send messengers on wings to soothe thee in Pegana, saying to them: "There one sigheth who hath remembered Earth." And they shall make Pegana more seductive for thee still, and they shall take thee by the hand and whisper in thine ear till the old voices are forgot.
"'And besides the flowers of Pegana there shall have climbed by then until it hath reached to Pegana the rose that clambered about the house where thou wast born. Thither shall also come the wandering echoes of all such music as charmed thee long ago.
"'Moreover, as thou sittest on the orchard lawns that clothe Pegana's mountains, and as thou hearkenest to melody that sways the souls of the gods, there shall stretch away far down beneath thee the great unhappy Earth, till gazing from rapture upon sorrows thou shalt be glad that thou wert dead.
"'And from the three great mountains that stand aloof and over all the othersâGrimbol, Zeebol, and Trehagobolâshall blow the wind of the morning and the wind of all the day, borne upon the wings of all the butterflies that have died upon the Worlds, to cool the gods and Pegana.
"'Far through Pegana a silvery fountain, lured upward by the gods from the Central Sea, shall fling its waters aloft, and over the highest of Pegana's peaks, above Trehagobol, shall burst into gleaming mists, to cover Highest Pegana, and make a curtain about the resting-place of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
"'Alone, still and remote below the base of one of the inner mountains, lieth a great blue pool.
"'Whoever looketh down into its waters may behold all his life that was upon the Worlds and all the deeds that he hath done.
"'None walk by the pool and none regard its depths, for all in Pegana have suffered and all have sinned some sin, and it lieth in the pool.
"'And there is no darkness in Pegana, for when night hath conquered the sun and stilled the Worlds and turned the white peaks of Pegana into grey then shine the blue eyes of the gods like sunlight on the sea, where each god sits upon his mountain.
"'And at the Last, upon some afternoon, perhaps in summer, shall the gods say, speaking to the gods: "What is the likeness of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI and what THE END?"
"'And then shall MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI draw back with his hand the mists that cover his resting, saying: "This is the Face of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI and this THE END."'"
Then said the people to the prophet: "Shall not black hills draw round in some forsaken land, to make a vale-wide cauldron wherein the molten rock shall seethe and roar, and where the crags of mountains shall be hurled upward to the surface and bubble and go down again, that there our enemies may boil for ever?"Â And the prophet answered: "It is writ large about the bases of Pegana's mountains, upon which sit the gods: 'Thine Enemies Are Forgiven."'
THE SAYINGS OF IMBAUN
The Prophet of the gods said: "Yonder beside the road there sitteth a false prophet; and to all who seek to know the hidden days he saith: 'Upon the morrow the King shall speak to thee as his chariot goeth by.'"
Moreover, all the people bring him gifts, and the false prophet hath more to listen to his words than hath the Prophet of the gods.
Then said Imbaun: "What knoweth the Prophet of the gods? I know only that I and men know naught concerning the gods or aught concerning men. Shall I, who am their prophet, tell the people this?
"For wherefore have the people chosen prophets but that they should speak the hopes of the people, and tell the people that their hopes be true?"
The false prophet saith: "Upon the morrow the king shall speak to thee."
Shall not I say: "Upon The Morrow the gods shall speak with thee as thou restest upon Pegana?"
So shall the people be happy, and know that their hopes be true who have believed the words that they have chosen a prophet to say.
But what shall know the Prophet of the gods, to whom none may come to say: "Thy hopes are true," for whom none may make strange signs before his eyes to quench his fear of death, for whom alone the chaunt of his priests availeth naught?
The Prophet of the gods hath sold his happiness for wisdom, and hath given his hopes for the people.
Said also Imbaun: "When thou art angry at night observe how calm be the stars; and shall small ones rail when there is such a calm among the great ones? Or when thou art angry by day regard the distant hills, and see the calm that doth adorn their faces. Shalt thou be angry while they stand so serene?
"Be not angry with men, for they are driven as thou art by Dorozhand. Do bullocks goad one another on whom the same yoke rests?
"And be not angry with Dorozhand, for then thou beatest thy bare fingers against iron cliffs.
"All that is is so because it was to be. Rail not, therefore, against what is, for it was all to be."
And Imbaun said: "The Sun ariseth and maketh a glory about all the things that he seeth, and drop by drop he turneth the common dew to every kind of gem. And he maketh a splendour in the hills.
"And also man is born. And there rests a glory about the gardens of his youth. Both travel afar to do what Dorozhand would have them do.
"Soon now the sun will set, and very softly come twinkling in the stillness all the stars.
"Also man dieth. And quietly about his grave will all the mourners weep.
"Will not his life arise again somewhere in all the worlds? Shall he not again behold the gardens of his youth? Or does he set to end?"
OF HOW IMBAUN SPAKE OF DEATH TO THE KING
There trod such pestilence in Aradec that, the King as he looked abroad out of his palace saw men die. And when the King saw Death he feared that one day even the King should die. Therefore he commanded guards to bring before him the wisest prophet that should be found in Aradec.
Then heralds came to the temple of All the gods save One, and cried aloud, having first commanded silence, crying: "Rhazahan, King over Aradec, Prince by right of Ildun and Ildaun, and Prince by conquest of Pathia, Ezek, and Azhan, Lord of the Hills, to the High Prophet of All the gods save One sends salutations."
Then they bore him before the King.
The King said unto the prophet: "O Prophet of All the gods save One, shall I indeed die?"
And the prophet answered: "O King! thy people may not rejoice for ever, and some day the King will die."
And the King answered: "This may be so, but certainly thou shalt die. It may be that one day I shall die, but till then the lives of the people are in my hands."
Then guards led the prophet away.
And there arose prophets in Aradec who spake not of death to Kings.
OF OOD
Men say that if thou comest to Sundari, beyond all the plains, and shalt climb to his summit before thou art seized by the avalanche which sitteth always on his slopes, that then there lie before thee many peaks. And if thou shalt climb these and cross their valleys (of which there be seven and also seven peaks) thou shalt come at last to the land of forgotten hills, where amid many valleys and white snow there standeth the "Great Temple of One god Only."
Therein is a dreaming prophet who doeth naught, and a drowsy priesthood about him.
These be the priests of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
Within the temple it is forbidden to work, also it is forbidden to pray. Night differeth not from day within its doors. They rest as MANA rests. And the name of their prophet is Ood.
Ood is a greater prophet than any of all the prophets of Earth, and it hath been said by some that were Ood and his priests to pray chaunting all together and calling upon MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI that MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI would then awake, for surely he would hear the prayers of his own prophetâthen would there be Worlds no more.
There is also another way to the land of forgotten hills, which is a smooth road and a straight, that lies through the heart of the mountains. But for certain hidden reasons it were better for thee to go by the peaks and snow, even though thou shouldst perish by the way, that thou shouldst seek to come to the house of Ood by the smooth, straight road.
THE RIVER
There arises a river in Pegana that is neither a river of water nor yet a river of fire, and it flows through the skies and the Worlds to the Rim of the Worlds, a river of silence. Through all the Worlds are sounds, the noises of moving, and the echoes of voices and song; but upon the River is no sound ever heard, for there all echoes die.
The River arises out of the drumming of Skarl, and flows for ever between banks of thunder, until it comes to the waste beyond the Worlds, behind the farthest star, down to the Sea of Silence.
I lay in the desert beyond all cities and sounds, and above me flowed the River of Silence through the sky; and on the desert's edge night fought against the Sun, and suddenly conquered.
Then on the River I saw the dream-built ship of the god Yoharneth-Lahai, whose great prow lifted grey into the air above the River of Silence.
Her timbers were olden dreams dreamed long ago, and poets' fancies made her tall, straight masts, and her rigging was wrought out of the people's hopes.
Upon her deck were rowers with dream-made oars, and the rowers were the people of men's fancies, and princes of old story and people who had died, and people who had never been.
These swung forward and swung back to row Yoharneth-Lahai through the Worlds with never a sound of rowing. For ever on every wind float up to Pegana the hopes and the fancies of the people which have no home in the Worlds, and there Yoharneth-Lahai weaves them into dreams, to take them to the people again.
And every night in his dream-built ship Yoharneth-Lahai setteth forth, with all his dreams on board, to take again their old hopes back to the people and all forgotten fancies.
But ere the day comes back to her own again, and all the conquering armies of the dawn hurl their red lances in the face of the night, Yoharneth-Lahai leaves the sleeping Worlds, and rows back up the River of Silence, that flows from Pegana into the Sea of Silence that lies beyond the Worlds.
And the name of the River is Imrana the River of Silence. All they that be weary of the sound of cities and very tired of clamour creep down in the night-time to Yoharneth-Lahai's ship, and going aboard it, among the dreams and the fancies of old times, lie down upon the deck, and pass from sleeping to the River, while Mung, behind them, makes the sign of Mung because they would have it so. And, lying there upon the deck among their own remembered fancies, and songs that were never sung, and they drift up Imrana ere the dawn, where the sound of the cities comes not, nor the voice of the thunder is heard, nor the midnight howl of Pain as he gnaws at the bodies of men, and far away and forgotten bleat the small sorrows that trouble all the Worlds.
But where the River flows through Pegana's gates, between the great twin constellations Yum and Gothum, where Yum stands sentinel upon the left and Gothum upon the right, there sits Sirami, the lord of All Forgetting. And, when the ship draws near, Sirami looketh with his sapphire eyes into the faces and beyond them of those that were weary of cities, and as he gazes, as one that looketh before him remembering naught, he gently waves his hands. And amid the waving of Sirami's hands there fall from all that behold him all their memories, save certain things that may not be forgotten even beyond the Worlds.
It hath been said that when Skarl ceases to drum, and MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI awakes, and the gods of Pegana know that it is THE END, that then the gods will enter galleons of gold, and with dream-born rowers glide down Imrana (who knows whither or why?) till they come where the River enters the Silent Sea, and shall there be gods of nothing, where nothing is, and never a sound shall come. And far away upon the River's banks shall bay their old hound Time, that shall seek to rend his masters; while MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI shall think some other plan concerning gods and worlds.
THE BIRD OF DOOM AND THE END
For at the last shall the thunder, fleeing to escape from the doom of the gods, roar horribly among the Worlds; and Time, the hound of the gods, shall bay hungrily at his masters because he is lean with age.
And from the innermost of Pegana's vales shall the bird of doom, Mosahn, whose voice is like the trumpet, soar upward with boisterous beatings of his wings above Pegana's mountains and the gods, and there with his trumpet voice acclaim THE END.
Then in the tumult and amid the fury of their hound the gods shall make for the last time in Pegana the sign of all the gods, and go with dignity and quiet down to Their galleons of gold, and sail away down the River of Silence, not ever to return.
Then shall the River overflow its banks, and a tide come setting in from the Silent Sea, till all the Worlds and the Skies are drowned in silence; while MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI in the Middle of All sits deep in thought. And the hound Time, when all the Worlds and cities are swept away whereon he used to raven, having no more to devour, shall suddenly die.
But there are some that holdâand this is the heresy of the Saigothsâthat when the gods go down at the last into their galleons of gold Mung shall turn alone, and, setting his back against Trehagobol and wielding the Sword of Severing which is called Death, shall fight out his last fight with the hound Time, his empty scabbard Sleep clattering loose beside him.
There under Trehagobol they shall fight alone when all the gods are gone.
And the Saigoths say that for two days and nights the hound shall leer and snarl before the face of Mung-days and nights that shall be lit by neither sun nor moons, for these shall go dipping down the sky with all the Worlds as the galleons glide away, because the gods that made them are gods no more.
And then shall the hound, springing, tear out the throat of Mung, who, making for the last time the sign of Mung, shall bring down Death crashing through the shoulders of the hound, and in the blood of Time that Sword shall rust away.
Then shall MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI be all alone, with neither Death nor Time, and never the hours singing in his ears, nor the swish of the passing lives.
But far away from Pegana shall go the galleons of gold that bear the gods away, upon whose faces shall be utter calm, because They are the gods knowing that it is THE END.
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SO APPARENTLY WE GOT AURORA BOREALIS TODAY
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My beloved @kib-ble wanted a Joel bodyguard au so thatâs what theyâre gonna get.
Bodyguard!Joel miller x Famous!Reader AU, im sorry i couldnât help but put a little angst between joel and ellie. itâs in my blood to make things sad. Iâm also giving you famous friends from our world so donât mind that. If youâre mad about being friends with them, idk, cry about it. (They arenât bad people btw, just celebs i follow) Iâm making you friends with the cast of the rookie. i donât pay that much attention to celebrities but i like the rookie.
Warnings - TW! Sexual harassment/Assault (Someone grabs your ass unasked for but donât worry joel will put him in his place) This is not tlou cannon it just has tlou characters if you donât like it donât read :) there are no zombies! TLOU CANNON LEVEL VIOLENCE (its really just a fist fight but yk) Sarahâs here too idgaf if she and ellie couldnât be at the same time, donât ask about ellieâs parents (fatal car accident đ) (THIS IS WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE OR INTENDED IT TO BE PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE OR IF YOU LIKE IT)
âYou know youâre not meant to run away from the person protecting you?â A voice interrupted your silence. Not just any voice. His voice. âWell i wouldnât have to run away if i could have five minutes to myself, millerâ You replied standing up. âYou know itâs for your safety right? Weâre not just here to bother youâ He said walking over to you. âOh trust me i know, you only remind me everydayâ You said rolling your eyes. âHow did you even find me anyways?â You continued turning to him. âYouâre not that hard to find princessâ He remarked moving closer to you. âCome on, youâve got a dinner to get to, and some creep was lurking out there with his cameraâ He said sliding his hand into yours to pull you out of the room youâd hidden away in.
âWhy do I even have to go to this thing anywaysâ You said smiling at the feeling of his hand in yours. âBecause itâs important, at least thatâs what your manager saidâ He said continuing down the hall. âStop hereâ He said letting go of your hand to grab the door. Your hand felt slightly colder without his warmth but you just shook it off. âOkay, no oneâs there, move, quicklyâ He said ushering you out the door. Walking out the door you practically ran to the car with Joel trailing close behind. Once you were safely in the car Joel told the driver where to go. âSo why do you spend all your time following me around, I mean i know itâs your job, but you hardly ever switch someoneâ You said turning to him.
Heâs been your bodyguard for years and always seems to be around. âWell itâs my job like you said, and I only have one person to get back toâ He said smiling slightly. Feeling a little dejected thinking he had a girlfriend you asked who. âEllie. Iâm like her guardian or whatever, I raised her, she lives with me in a small town, but sheâs grown now, doesnât need me hovering around herâ He said looking out the window. âIâm sure sheâll always need youâ You said smiling at him. âYeah, i guess, but she spends a whole lot more time with her friends than she does me. I mean we donât even go on walks anymore. Itâs just âBye Joel iâm going out with Dina and Jesseâ. Itâs like she doesnât need meâ He said a little dejectedly.
âWell sheâs a teenager right? She needs her space and Iâm sure if you just asked you could spend more time togetherâ You said reaching over to pat his knee. You were about to remove your hand when he put his over yours and held it there. âYeah iâm sure youâre rightâ He said smiling at you. That was a rarity. Joel Miller barely ever smiles so you feel pretty special when he throws one your way. After that the conversation died out but you still had your hand on his knee and his was still over yours. As the car rolled to a stop he looked down remembering your hand was there and he quickly removed his. He stepped out of the car and walked to your side to open the door.
âMiss y/l/nâ He said grabbing your hand to help you out of the car. Much more professional than you two had been five minutes ago. There were photographers everywhere. They all kept shouting at you to look at them and you did your best to keep up. Eventually someone came outside and ushered you and Joel and your other guard Andrew inside. Once you were inside you were led to a table full of people you either knew or recognized. âAhh y/n, youâre here!â Melissa cheered. âThat i am!â You replied hugging here. âWe wondered when we were gonna see you again.â Eric said smiling at you. You slid into your seat between the two and continued talking to all of them.
âIs he gonna keep staring at us like that?â Mekia asked looking over your shoulder. You turned around to see Joel glaring at the table but softening a bit when he caught your eye. You smiled at him and then turned back, âJoelâs always like that, but he wonât do anything unless one of you tries somethingâ You said laughing. âHe doesnât seem like heâs always like that considering he smiled after you turned awayâ Nathan said raising an eyebrow at you. âNow heâs right back to glaringâ Mekia said laughing. Soon the food arrived and you started eating. The whole point of this event was to make friends with other actors and actresses, but really mostly people just stuck by people they already knew.
âAre you gonna come dance with us?â Alyssa said after youâd all finished eating. âI supposeâ You said pretending to be reluctant but smiling anyways. âCome on they opened the bar!â Melissa said grabbing your hand. âWell iâll never say no to free alcoholâ You said letting her pull you. After a few drinks (more like 5) you were still dancing with your friends. âHey pretty ladyâ Some guy whispered in your ear as he came up behind you. This immediately caught Joelâs eye but he didnât want to step in until it was a problem. Everything was fine, until it wasnât. You had just silently moved away but he followed you. Once he grabbed your ass you pushed him away.
He stumbled back into a few people but came back almost immediately after he moved forward Joel was by your side. âI suggest you take a few steps backâ He said pulling you behind him. âWhatâre you gonna do old manâ The man said challenging him. Joel walked you back a little before swinging at the man. He stumbled back into the people behind him who took this opportunity to flee the dance floor leaving you, joel and the man standing in it. The man quickly threw a punch at joel which he caught and then punched the guy in the stomach. After that the man got the upperhand for a second and you were about to do something, anything but Melissa and Eric pulled you back.
âHeâs okay, this what he was hired forâ Melissa said to you as you continued watching them fight. Eventually after a solid punch Joel knocked the man out cold. You ran over to him grabbing his shoulders. âFuck Joel, youâre insane, he could have killed youâ You said gripping his jacket. âProbably not, but im okay, just a little sore and a few scratchesâ He said rubbing his hands up your arms. As you continued scolding joel security came to drag the other man out to some car to take him to the hospital. âA few scratches?! Your knuckles are bloody and scraped to hellâ You said turning your attention to his hand. You were close to tears by this point.
He stopped your frantic search for more injuries by pulling you into his arms. âYou hear that princess? Mâhearts still beatingâ He whispered into your ear. You stood like that for a couple minutes before he spoke again. âAre you okay?â He said pulling you out of his chest. Of course heâs thinking of your comfort when heâs all scraped up. âYeah, Iâm okay now, letâs get you to the hospitalâ You said wiping your nose. âI donât want to go to the hospital, iâll just go home tommy and ellie can probably help me better anywaysâ He said shaking his head. âJoel you need to go to the hospitalâ You scolded him.
âPlease, i donât want to go to the hospital, just let me go home, pleaseâ He practically begged you. Youâd never heard him sound like this let alone say please. âYeah okay, but iâm coming with youâ You grabbed his arm before walking over to your friends. âIâm gonna take him home, just didnât want to leave without sayin goodbyeâ You said hugging your friends. Joel stood behind you while you said bye to your friends. Heâs never been as fidgety as he is right now, something must be really bothering him. âAlright, letâs get you home yeah?â You said grabbing his good hand. He just nodded and wordlessly followed you out the door. Once you settled in the car and told the driver to take you to joelâs you rolled up the screen separating the back and the front.
âJoelâ You said quietly unsure how to approach the problem. He hummed in response tilting his head towards you. âAre you okay?â The silence filled the car after that. You didnât want to speak again until he said something. It took him a few minutes but he spoke again. âNo, not reallyâ He said grabbing onto your hand. You unbuckled and moved closer to him. Wrapping your arms around him you buried your face in his shoulder. Joelâs never been like this in all the years youâve known him. You were about to speak again when you felt tears hit your chest and heard his shaky breathing. Instead of speaking you just held him tighter and let him cry into your chest.
âIâm sorryâ He said finally pulling away from you. âDonât apologize, you donât ever have to apologize for your emotionsâ You said swiping his hair off his forehead. He nodded and pulled you into another hug, which you returned. âDo you wanna talk about it?â You asked quietly. âNo, at least not right nowâ He said pulling away as the car rolled to a stop in front of joelâs. You slid out with him and stopped walking when he walked back over to the car. You didnât hear what he said but shortly after the car pulled away leaving you both alone. âCome on, we gotta get you cleaned upâ You held out your hands to him which he took. Once you both walked through the door Ellie sprung up from the couch.
She took in the both of you before speaking. âWhat the hell happened to youâ She said scanning joelâs injuries. âItâs nothinâ Joel brushed it off walking past her into the kitchen. You stood there awkwardly before joel called you into the kitchen. âI called tommy he should be here in a few minutes, would you like something to drink?â He said walking over to you. âNo iâm alrightâ You smiled before sitting in a chair at the table. âJoel? Are you gonna tell me what happened or should i ask her?â Ellie said walking into the kitchen. âIt was just a little fight, ellie iâm fineâ He said brushing off her concern. âA little fight? Youâre all scraped up, you havenât had a fight in forever tooâ She said continuing to pester him.
You enjoyed watching the two of them interact. âEllie i said itâs nothingâ He said coming off a little harshly. She shrunk a little before stepping back. âIâm sorry kiddo, it was just a rough dayâ He said turning towards her. Then the door to the house opened and tommy walked in. âJoel, what the hell happened?â Tommy said walking into the kitchen. Once he stopped he spotted you. âI didnât know you had a girlfriend?â He said turning back to joel. âGirlfriend?!â Sarah said running down the stairs. âSheâs not my girlfriend, and whatâre you doing here? Arenât you meant to be at home with your family?â Joel said turning to her.
You were happy to just sit quietly and watch joel interact with the people he loves. âI told them i was gonna hang out with ellie for a littleâ She said brushing off his question. âSorry to butt in but joel youâre still hurtâ You said finally speaking. âRightâ Tommy said reaching under the sink for the first aid kit. As tommy worked on cleaning joel in the living room, Sarah and Ellie moved to sit next to you. Joel had begrudgingly left you alone with them but not without warning them to behave. âSoooo, whatâre your intentions with my dadâ Sarah said first. âYou canât just ask her things like thatâ Ellie said cutting her off. âWhat do you mean?â You said finally.
âAre you together? Do you like him? Do you love him?â She said, the questions flowing out of her mouth rapidly. âNo weâre not togetherâ You weâre about to continue speaking when joel walked back in and cut you off. âStop botherin herâ He said stopping behind your chair. âWeâre not bothering her, right?â Sarah said looking from her father to you. âTheyâre fine Joel, really.â You said looking up at him. âDid you send Drew away or is he gonna be back?â You said turning to fully face him. âHeâs gone, you can stay here tonightâ He said with full confidence. âBut we donât have a guest roomâ Ellie said looking up at him confused. âShe can just sleep in my bed, iâll sleep on the couchâ Joel said sitting in the chair next to you.
âHell no, after tonight your sleeping in your bed, i cant take that away from youâ You said shaking your head. âWhy donât you just share the bed?â Sarah said looking between the two of you. âYeah, I mean youâre both adultsâ Tommy said patting joel on the shoulder. âAre you okay with that?â Joel said nudging your foot with his. âYeah, Yeah, we can handle itâ You said trying not to sound to eager. âSarah can you go to yours and grab her some clothes?â Joel turned to his daughter. âSure!â She said standing up and leaving quickly. âAlright, iâve gotta get back home before maria strings me up but iâll be seeing youâ Tommy said pointing to you as he left. âCan i go have a sleepover at Dinaâs? I meant to ask you earlier but you werenât homeâ Ellie said turning to Joel.
âYeah go aheadâ And with that Ellie got up and grabbed the bag she had apparently already packed and ran out the door. âGuess itâs just us thenâ Joel said chuckling awkwardly. You nodded and then the door opened again. âI only have pajama shorts, sorry, but she can borrow one of your shirts right dad?â Sarah said handing you the shorts. âOf course you canâ Joel said slightly smiling. âAlright, gotta goâ Sarah said turning back around and leaving. âLetâs go to bedâ Joel said pulling you up and then walking you to the stairs. Once you two had reached his bedroom he walked in and pulled out a shirt for you. He handed it to you before turning around.
As you stated to take off your jewelry you remembered the zipper on the back of your dress. You tried to do it yourself but since you couldnât even zip it yourself how did you expect to take it off. âUm, Joel?â You whispered into the room. âYes?â He called back. âI, uh, i cant unzip itâ You said too embarrassed to turn around. You heard footsteps move closer to you before stopping just behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck as he began to speak. âDo you need some help?â Your breath caught as you realized how close he is to you. You nodded and his hands moved to the zipper. His fingers brushing against your back sent sparks shooting through you.
âItâs unzippedâ He said pulling you out of your thoughts. You realized he must have turned around again as you couldnât hear his voice as clearly. You slid his shirt and the shorts on and turned back to face him. âYou can look nowâ You said and he turned towards you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you in his shirt and extremely small shorts. He canât help but think sarah did that on purpose. You both climbed into bed, as you settled in you thought to yourself how you could get used to this. Family talks, His shirts, Sleeping next to him in bed. âJoelâ You said slowly. He hummed turning to look at you.
âWould you hold me?â You asked quietly. He nodded and flipped the light off before settling in behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and smiled at the feeling of finally having you in his arms even if it isnât when heâs with you. That would be a talk for another time. âGoodnight joelâ You said rolling over to face him. âGoodnight sunshineâ Joel said as you snuggled into his chest. Yeah you could get used to this. And so could he.
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POLL TIME YAYđđ¤
Heyy guys, I'm planning to write a part two for "Only the best for you" and we'll add another member into the mix cause Channie and Min don't hide that well this time and get caught...đ¤
Minchan x Jisung
It's Jisung's belated birthday party and once they get caught they decide to spoil the birthday boy. (we all totally agree that Ji would be able to be quiet after allđđ)
Minchan x Seungmin
Getting caught by Seungmin leads to Channie having to take care not only of his bunny but also a very needy puppy.
Minchan x Innie
As Innie walks in on them they all can't help but enjoy the thought of the two hyungs taking care of their beloved maknae.
Minchanlix
No idea yet
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Iâve been blessed with art of my ship!! Kat is shorter but she is the kind that would climb up on a crate to woo her octo gf. Story in read more
It is another warm day in the Splatlands, Tempest comes out of the turf war hub after spending the day grinding turf war to continue building up her savings. She needs every cent she can get, Captain Kit's sister, Agent 4 Kat, has a birthday soon and she wants to give her a gift that will make the small squid smile brightly.
Just the thought of her smile makes Tempest blush and her heart begin to race. But she can't linger in the fantasy for long, she still hasn't found the gift itself. Its hard to buy something for someone who seems to have everything, and has enough money to never really worry about being without. Tempest is still getting use to Kat spoiling her with rather extravagant gifts. She wants to be able to give Kat something just as great as shes received from her.
She gets onto a train to head away from the battle hub, toward the shopping distract outside of the battle district. She gets off and begins window shopping looking for something that would be the perfect gift for the tiny country squid. Tempest began to get a feeling of being watched, she stares into the window glass of a shop in front of her watching the crowd until she spotted them.
The Twins, Kirby, and Kirby, or Kib and Kibby as they allow Tempest to call them, where trying to blend in across the street. Curious to what the twin Agent 8's where up to with following her she decides to make things a little more interesting. She begins walking catching sight of the two scrambling to follow her as she picks up her pace crossing the street in front of them she goes between the buildings with the two quickly after her.
Tempest makes a jump up the buildings to the first ledge she could and waited to see if the duo would follow, not nearly as gracefully as herself Kib was thrown up onto the ledge by his sister in Octo form and once there Kibby was able to super jump to him. Both panting out of breath, and Tempest amused by the younger octolings as usual. She gets them to sit down and catch their breath before explaining themselves.
'We just happened to see you,' Kib started, and Kibby picked up 'And we wanted to see what you where up to!' 'And practice some of the 'sharking' technique you showed us last time we worked together in a turf war match!' 'How'd you notice us?' Tempest smiled, and ruffled their hair with her hands. 'I recognized you in the glass window of the shop.' 'Sooooooo-' Kibby started, and Kib asked. 'What are you getting Little big sis?'
Tempest sighed blushing lightly. 'I... haven't found the right gift for Agent 4 yet.' The twins smirk and giggle. and teasingly speak in unison. 'You can't even say her naa-me!' Tempest rolled her eyes and playfully bopped both octolings. 'You two keep that to yourselves. What is between her and I, is just that, between her and I. And not a word to her that I'm out here searching for a gift for her. Its a surprise. She had told me no gifts but that just doesn't feel right to me. Not after all shes done for me.'
The Twins nod giggling. 'Big sis, Kat'll love anything you get for her.' Kibby told Tempest. 'Yeah!' Kib added. 'But what if we help you out?' 'Help how?' 'Well Little big sister is in this distract right now.' Kibby explained as Kib continued 'We can keep tabs on her for you and keep her away so you can get her the perfect gift!' Tempest nods standing up. 'Then you have your missions Agents 8!' Both spring up in salutes at Tempest saying. 'Yes boss!' then sprang off to locate Kat.
Tempest sighs smiling and shaking her head and made her way back down and returned to browsing spending the rest of the day in and out of shops. The sun was setting and Tempest had failed today again, she knows she has more time but she is feeling at a real loss now.
The twins hadn't been of much help on the gifts front but did keep Kat from seeing Tempest, until Tempest was waiting for the next train back out to the battle district so she could make her way home. The twins seeing the dejected Tempest with Kat spill the secret to the little squid. The three hurry over and the twins act as steps up so Kat could better get Tempest's attention.
'Tempest.' Kat's cheerful voice makes the Octoling perk up, and then squeak in surprise finding the Inkling was above head height with the Twin's giving her a boost up. Tempest isn't able to focus on that as Kat reaches out gently stroking Tempest's hair. 'Hey look at me a second.' Kat smiles as she stares into Tempest's eyes. 'You're the perfect gift for me Tempest.'
Tempest won't remember what happened next, as all the blood rusted to her head and she fainted. Kat managed to grab her as the Twins shout 'YOU BROKE HER!'
Kat smiles and sighs holding her fainted girlfriend up and pulls her onto the train with the Twins. 'Come on, lets get Tempest home so she can rest."
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I wonder what a first kiss with Kibs be like đ
i think it completely depends if heâs experienced or not.
like, if itâs his first ever kiss, i see him being so nervous that everything goes âwrongâ as a result. he wants to be smooth so bad, but instead heâs bumping his forehead against your own and is getting so overwhelmed because of âphase oneâ going down the drain, that itâs making him push forward way too quick; thus also making his teeth clash with yours with an audible, and somewhat painful click!
so you pull back on instinct of course, and heâs so embarrassed by the entire situation that he turns completely red in the face and just starts closing up entirely. heâs pouting and frowning and thereâs sweat gathering on his palms, it warms your cheeks as he holds your face. the poor man is mortified; especially when you laugh and start calling him cute.
he doesnât wanna be called cute! he wants to be a good kisser!
experienced kiba meanwhile, is so fucking eager when you finally kiss him for the first time that he almost turns sort of pushy because of it, if you know what i mean?
not in a bad way, though! i think heâd just like caressing your face because heâs awfully touchy, and would keep pushing you closer to him with the help of his hand on the small of your back, etc. and i also think heâd like using his tongue just a little bit so that he could pry your lips further apart and can really deepen the kiss even if itâs the first one youâre sharing with him. until youâre literally breathless and are panting against his mouth.
idk, he just strikes me as the guy who literally loves to swap spit for an eternity; until your lips are all puffy and bruised and youâre feeling slightly light-headed because of it.
youâd walk back into your house with the taste of him still firmly sitting on the flat of your tongue.
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Thank you @primroseprime2019 for the tag!
No pressure tagging: @bookmarks-reviews @manuscriptsatmidnight @newdawnhorizon @sergeantnarwhalwrites & my open tag!
Your words are: PALE, MOON, FIRE, & QUIET.
My words were: walk, surprise, allow, and impress. All excerpts from StormWatcher. Hidden under the cut.
Walk(ing)
Walking to my room, I quickly stuffed what little I had into my duffel bag. Merieh was distraught, tugging on my arm as I emerged. âNo. Kib, you canât go!â
I looked at my big sister and I thought about how much I was going to miss her. But I wasnât going to miss this. Not counting the seconds for her, not getting pulled out of the rain, not having to face her judgmental eyes at every turn. âI have to.â
Surprise(d)
Her eyes cut up to me, filled with malice. âYou treacherous girl! After everything I did for you, you dare betray me?â
Someone cracks a fist across her cheek and Iâm surprised to see that itâs Merieh, though she then has to cradle it against her chest. âWow, Rieh. You okay?â
âYeah. Iâve been wanting to do that since she showed up.â
Allow(ed)
Mr. Leewan leads me back into the school, smiling as I silently take my spot on the ground. Chairs are no longer allowed in schools; they might get in the way in an emergency. No one is speaking. Their eyes are all trained on me; I can tell without looking up from the power-up screen of my tablet. They want to ask questions. But they wonât. Because they are afraid and because they are jealous and because, in all honesty, they donât want to know.
Impress(ed)
A tornado could rip through the school, but this woman would still be standing. âHow was the Flashlight Amendment passed?â
âCrisis movement of power.â
Sheâs not impressed or disappointed. âYear?â
â2076. September 13th.â
âShow-off.â She crosses her arms over her chest, smirking at Mr. Leewen, her eyes sparkling as she lets out a laugh.
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