#lor-e-lai

[transandrophobiatruther]

i believe lor-e-lai has blocked you.

i had never thought to compare the current division in trans spaces to lesbian seperatism, it was an interesting perspective to hear. a perspective brought to me by your interact with the post. it's unfortunate that you simply not wanting trans non-women's struggles to not be diminished got you a "shut up bitch".

i hope you fare well.

Did she? That's a shame. I was really happy to see someone speaking up about how in online spaces other forms of transphobia besides transmisogny aren't taken seriously, and non transfem trans folks are treated as oppressors.

I have some close transfem friends in my life who have confessed to me that in online spaces they're afraid to call out others who put other trans people down (particularly afab trans people) and treat their issues like they're nothing. One of my close friends was once repeatedly misgendered after she called that behavior out - people insisted she couldn't be transfem and must be transmasc if she was really suggesting transandrophobia exists.

In real life I've been able to have a lot more successful conversations with people, because they're stepping outside the echo chamber and really listening without knee-jerk reactions.

I think it's also a shame lor-e-lai resorted to misgendering me by calling me a bitch, but I think it seems like she's starting to maybe unpack her internalized transphobia and misogyny towards afab folks, and I hope maybe in the future she feels remorse and treats other trans men better going forward.

[gooeykit]

tell me more about sotto!!!! (still working on drawing them!!!)

Sotto's sooooooooo-tto awesome

they're based on Roxas [but specifically just the intro of KH2 before Sora comes out] and a dream I had. They kickstarted the story that they're in, so they're very important to me! Sotto is the type of person to speak little but know a lot about others, they're humble and modest but don't exist without excitement at the same time. Because of this, they're the team strategist, though relies on Emcee for relaying info and on KillJoy for fully assessing combat strategies.

They have a deep love for all things involving time, so they collect clocks and metronomes, though their understanding of time leads them to not really need them. Sotto is constantly counting and is able to keep track of multiple count downs at once and challenges themself to just count higher than before. They also have a favorite countdown which coincidentally ends when they die. Emcee fixates on multiples of 2, so they both have a bonding point over numbers.

Sotto also likes bugs, specifically earwigs, and has a hobby in insect taxidermy. Their back tattoo [partially visible] are earwig wings, the nipple peircings are male cerci and the naval is female cerci. Their favorite plant is an almond tree and 2nd favorite is grapevine or moonseed.

Sotto's a very sexually active person and has slept with everyone in their posse. To them it's something to do for fun as well as a social activity. It's not uncommon for them to go bar hopping when bored just trying to score a date. ⬇ character in blue belongs to @oyesteryells ⬇ and is not canon 2 the universe...

storywise... they're the catalyst. The planet theyre on is a living arena where each death adds to the zygote inside, and spirits are recycled into what are essentially just mindless videogame enemies 4 the most part, though they can also be recycled into sapient beings on the level of natural life to small scale deities. Sotto sacrifices themself with the goal of removing their home from the arena structure, which causes time to locally stop. Theres no more aging, but people are safe. unfortunately, Sotto's sacrifice is not death and is to be eternally forgotten and being tasks with protecting the seal which keeps time stopped. The other galdiators of the island, which is Sotto's posse, are tasked with resuming time which takes like months worth of attempts to defeat Sotto who they can't remember having fought before. Upon their defeat and the seal being broken, due to being eternally forgotten, the curse is not reimbursed. Sotto doesn't blame them, and continues to fight by their side despite their invisibility, which ends up being their death. Sotto's hit by falling debris and concussed, which over time leads them to having slower and less articulate movement, which as someone who relies on dexterity is a death sentence. Being unable to move out of the way of a polearm, they're pinned to a wall and bleed to death. In the afterlife, they discover the living planet and the system which feeds it. Still being invisible, they use the mechanic to come back as a revenant to try and kill the deity level forms which support it, but end up killed once more by their posse [which do so by tracking the deadnoise they create]. The deity shrine they were present at as their revenant self was killed happened to be the one which cursed them originally and takes a chance on reimbursing something it'd tracked as being recent. It's too late, but each memory of them is restored and things they were present for after being cursed are updated to have them involved once more.

Sotto is permanently dead in spirit, but ends up like permanently remembered and starts the bulk of the story being about 'oh we have to kill the planet'. That said, they die for the last time feeling unforgiving hatred lol

[coughloop]

Can everyone single person that follows me say happy birthday to @lor-e-lai BTW

[recentadultburnout]

Info for writer in Thai series fandom: Random food

I added some pictures on AO3 but not here, but I tried searching in English, and it did show the correct item, so if you want to know what it looks like, you can look it up.

Breakfast

Actually, anything can be breakfast, but this is some of what is frequently viewed as breakfast.

Khao Tom (Boiled rice/Rice porridge)

Joke (Rice porridge/Congee)

Tom lueatmu (Pork Blood Soup)

Khaoniao mu ping (Grilled Pork Sticky Rice)

Khaoniao mufoi (Glutinous Rice with Shredded Pork)

Khai kratha (Pan egg)

Namtaohu songkhrueang (soy milk with topping)

Sandwich boran (thai style sandwich)

and everything westerners consider breakfast.

Northern food

Namphriknum (young chili paste)

Namphrik-Ong (Ong Chili Paste)

Khaepmu (Crispy Fried Pork Rinds)

Sai-Ua (a type of sausages)

Kaengho

Kaenghangle (Hung Lay Curry)

Khanomchinnamngiao

Khaosoi 

Central food

Nam phrik long ruea

Nam phrik kapi

Homok (steamed fish with curry paste)

Thotman (a type of fish ball)

Pucha (deep-fried crab meat and minced pork in crab shell )

Kaengchuet

Kaengphet

Kaengsom

Khaophat (Fried rice)

Yam

Northeastern food (E-san food)

Soup nomai (bamboo shoot soup)

Tomsom (fish soup with ginger)

Kaeng Om

Kaeng Proe (Bamboo Shoot and Yanang Soup)

Kaeng Het (Mushroom Soup)

Kaeng Khai Motdaeng (Red ant egg soup)

Somtam 

Southern food

Kaeng Taipla

Kaengsom

*Kaengsom in the central and southern regions have some differences. Recently, there was even a debate online about whose Kaengsom is superior.

Kaenglueang

Kai Tom Khamin

Khua Kling

Phatsato

Phat Phet Kop

Yam Nam Budu 

Nowadays, every part of Thailand eats everything I mention here, but its origin is still very obvious, and the origin can give some impression about what it will taste like for people who try it for the first time.

Popular Foreign food

Chinese food (some kinda Thai-Chinese more than actual Chinese)

Japanese food

Korean food

Mexican food

Indian food

Vietnamese food

Westerner food (Farang food)

Drink

Green Tea

Iced Tea/Thai Tea

Lemon Tea

Cocoa

Nom yen/Nom chomphu (Pink milk)

Oliang

Yok lor

Coffee boran

Butterfly pea juice

Lemongrass and Pandan Juice

Nam daeng (Red drink) (Hale's blue boy sala flavor)

Nam khiao (Green drink) (Hale's blue boy cream soda flavor)

Bubble tea

Chain Restaurants  

Sizzler

KFC

McDonald’s

Burger King

Starbucks

Subway

Taco Bell 

MK Suki

S&P

Barbecue Plaza

Yum Saap

Fuji restaurants 

Katsuya

Yayoi

Ootoya

Chester’s Grill

Pizza Hut

Pizza Company

Narai pizzeria

Hachiban

Mos Burger

Dairy Queen

Swensen

Easy to find dish

There a type of restuarant call ran-ahan tam sang (ร้านอาหารตามสั่ง) (Cooked to order resturant?) which is basically everywhere and this is a basic almost every those restuarant will have.  

Rice top with fried basil

Fried rice

Stir Fried Vegetables with Rice

Garlic Pork with Rice

Stir Fried Chili Paste

Suki->Thai Styled Sukiyaki (water/dry)  

You can select the type of meat yourself, even if the name includes the word "pork," (it's just a place holder) and you can add extra meat (more of the one you select or something else) or eggs if desired.

Eating utensils

The most common choice are just a spoon and fork. In places like noodle shops, it usually has chopsticks as well. and for steak, a knife.

List of online supermarket site

Index

[valmillion]

Funny you liked lor-e-lai's post about liking real human women when your entire nsfw blog is just fucking hentai

[dailywords4dailypeople]

asunder

torn and thrown asunder, my my my oh my

I'm hungry, and there's work tomorrow. Coming off a three day weekend, good lor. The extra day was really nice, really really really nice to be away from all the hub-ub for a while. need to get away or else i will break and lay shattered in pieces along the bottom of the Atlantic.

break break break b r a ke brake bre ak

breeeak kaerb brakeekarbreakfacebreak because the universe has become bored enough to start thinking about things that are better not to be thought about. one heed of warning, don't think so much of an opinion that it becomes fact. a fact only in ur own brain. nice to be around people again. nice nice nice to be around people again. gyrate the train of thought, gyrate into what were we talking about? im not writing from the train this time.

w hy dre ad o v er an see ming ly like ly yet act ually un lik ely fut ure. worry it be turn asunder. rip your own self. ugh. to go back to ugh to ugh i dont wan-ugh-na

s'blood

cold feet, not from lack of circulation

heem heat, because of learned-helpless saturation

no explanation, there's no sense to decipher

blurred pictures, seared into the cinema in my head

s'blood happy ไหม, ไม่ happy,

happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy

happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy

happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy

happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy

happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy

happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy

happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy

happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy, happy ไหม, ไม่ happy

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an o th er r e aso n to kee pli vin gbec aus eat leas tthere aret hin gsi haven 'tdone y et.

do i go to bed out of boredom or because i need rest?

mind open, wide, asunder

[alvertesongdiary]

Asake - Basquiat

Ololademi Asake Tune into the king of sounds and blues

Twenty-three, twenty-four Shebi I tell dem before Make dem stop to de fẹnu foh Shelayeyin Iwọ gbọn gbọn E de turn turn Bi revolver mag .44 Tell me what Oluwa can't do Me I no skedaddle Tell me what Oluwa no fit handle Jẹ n gbadun lo ma gbadun Boya kan tan candle Dem small Shatta Bandle Walking poetry, I am greater I'm the work of art, Basquiat Na gaskia, owo at'alafia Lawa n wa, not time for drama o Walking poetry, I am greater I'm the work of art, Basquiat Na gaskia, owo at'alafia Lawa n wa, not time for drama o

El chapo, e mi ni Ebеnezer Obey, thе commander, e mi ni Capone, kapo de tutti, e mi ni I'm on one Body with ginger, e mi ni I'm guilty, if dem see my swag, e dey kill I no go appeal Know it's hard to swallow the pill Tell Nojim, tell Raheem, may you tell Wakeel Shout out to my Sphinx, my mama na she be my queen Ogbor, talo bi ọmọgọ Tani ugo to n wu bo, ama kọ No de fuck up O lo ko, o m'ọkọ Wọn ni irọ ko emi lọmọ tan fin yangan, yeah All eyes on me biti 2pac See I too bad You go feel am like kolos two drag I no de buga, I be cool cat Never loose guard Can't catch the wave with a durag Studying me it's an honour jeun lor I get many pages like songs of Solomon Lọla Anobi Muhammad Koni wa lẹ lai lai till we reach al Jana

Twenty-three, twenty-four Shebi I tell dem before Make dem stop to de fẹnu foh Shelayeyin Iwọ gbọn gbọn E de turn turn Bi revolver mag .44 Tell me what Oluwa can't do Me I no skedaddle Tell me what oluwa no fit handle Jẹ n gbadun lo ma gbadun Boya kan tan candle Dem small Shatta Bandle

Walking poetry, I am greater I'm the work of art, Basquiat Na gaskia, owo at'alafia Lawa n wa, not time for drama o Walking poetry, I am greater I'm the work of art, Basquiat Na gaskia, owo at'alafia Lawa n wa, not time for drama o

El chapo, e mi ni Ebenezer Obey, the commander, e mi ni Capone, kapo de tutti, e mi ni I'm on one Body with ginger, e mi ni I'm guilty, if dem see my swag, e dey kill I no go appeal Know it's hard to swallow the pill

17/26/2023

[rainsmediaradio]

Asake - Basquiat Lyrics

Asake - Basquiat Lyrics Intro Ololademi Asake Turn into the king of sounds and blues Refrain Twenty-three, twenty-four Shebi I tell dem before Make dem stop to de fenu foh Shelayeyin Iwo gbon gbon E de turn turn Bi revolver mag .44 Tell me what Oluwa can't do Me I no skedaddle Tell me what oluwa no fit handle Jẹ n gbadun lo ma gbadun Boya kan tan candle Dem small Shatta Bandle Chorus Walking poetry, I am greater I'm the work of art, Basquiat Na gaskia, owo at'alafia Lawa n wa, not time for drama o Walking poetry, I am greater I'm the work of art, Basquiat Na gaskia, owo at'alafia Lawa n wa, not time for drama o Verse El chapo, e mi ni Ebenеzer Obey, the commandеr, e mi ni Capone, kapo de tutti, e mi ni I'm on one Body with ginger, e mi ni I'm guilty, if dem see my swag, e dey kill I no go appeal Know it's hard to swallow the pill Tell Nojim, tell Raheem, may you tell Wakeel Shout out to my Sphinx, my mama na she be my queen Ogbor, talo bi omog Tani ugo to n wu bo, ama ko No de fuck up O lo ko, o m'oko Won ni iro ko emi lomo tan fin yangan, yeah All eyes on me biti 2pac See I too bad You go feel am like kolos two drag I no de buga, I be cool cat Never loose guard Can't catch the wave with a durag Studying me it's an honour jeun lor I get many pages like songs of Solomon Lola Anobi Muhammad Koni wa le lai lai till we reach al Jana Refrain Twenty-three, twenty-four Shebi I tell dem before Make dem stop to de fenu foh Shelayeyin Iwo gbon gbon E de turn turn Bi revolver mag .44 Tell me what Oluwa can't do Me I no skedaddle Tell me what oluwa no fit handle Je n gbadun lo ma gbadun Boya kan tan candle Dem small Shatta Bandle Chorus Walking poetry, I am greater I'm the work of art, Basquiat Na gaskia, owo at'alafia Lawa n wa, not time for drama o Walking poetry, I am greater I'm the work of art, Basquiat Na gaskia, owo at'alafia Lawa n wa, not time for drama o Outro El chapo, e mi ni Ebenezer Obey, the commander, e mi ni Capone, kapo de tutti, e mi ni I'm on one Body with ginger, e mi ni I'm guilty, if dem see my swag, e dey kill I no go appeal Know it's hard to swallow the pill Read the full article

[dodypaz]

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table

Li Europan lingues es membres del sam familie. Lor separat existentie es un myth. Por scientie, musica, sport etc, litot Europa usa li sam vocabular. Li lingues differe solmen in li grammatica, li pronunciation e li plu commun vocabules. Omnicos directe al desirabilite de un nov lingua franca: On refusa continuar payar custosi traductores. At solmen va esser necessi far uniform grammatica,…

[glorfindels-archive]

lord of the rings: the fellowship of the ring

the light of the clear autumn morning was now glowing in the valley. the noise of bubbling waters came up from the foaming river-bed. birds were singing, and a wholesome peace lay on the land. to frodo his dangerous flight, and the rumours of the darkness growing in the world outside, already seemed only the memories of a troubled dream .

[coughloop]

Can we know what the sauce is and perhaps the recipe too

@lor-e-lai

[pantheon-god-of-war]

If possible, are there any Pantheon skins that you wish to be Canon?

Just give us a Legendary The Warrior skin of Pantheon reborn.

Lore wise it could be after the Ruination. Atreus has expelled Pantheon from his body with his own gritty resolve, Pantheon requires a vessel to take form in mortal shape but the war of the Ruination has caused so much havoc and strengthened him so much that he manages to keep a corporal form for a brief while. He retreats to the peak of Targon and to spite Atreus revives his long-dead friend Pylas to possess and mold his flesh to the war gods needs. Pantheon is fully in control because Pylas has long since died, only using the body himself.

Now Pantheon pursues the interests of Targon and his own dark desires while Atreus tries to actively counter the War god. Both will still fight the darkin, but for different reasons. Pantheon will do so because they threaten Targon Prime and Atreus does so to save the humans that's would undoubtedly die in the wake of the darkin.

VOICELINES

Pantheon differs from Atreus in a few key aspects (heh) where Atreus is noble and stalwart, Pantheon is deliberate and ruthless, where Atreus anger towards the gods is a cold and determined hate Pantheon's contempt for mortals, darkin and all those who would face him is clearly made evident, he speaks with pride, being condescending to everyone he encounters, thirsting for another challenge to vanquish. His LoR voice lines already highlight his personality quite well and I think the sound effects work perfectly for him, that could all be ported from LoR into league to replicate the sound effect. Voice line wise he could have interactions with the following:

Pantheon (Atreus) - While Pantheon does not outright hate Atreus like let's say Aatrox for example he sees the mortal man as a failure of a warrior, knowing only defeat his entire life. Interactions would be more condescending.

Ascended Pantheon - Here Pantheon would see Ascended Atreus as a worthy challenge, something along the lines of "Perhaps now you can prove yourself worthy." Or something more condescending. "No matter the cosmic might you hold, you will always be a mortal."

Aatrox - He loathes Aatrox with a passion for what he did to him, but also realizes that the Darkin might be his only true equal combat-wise.

Leona - Pantheon would be fond of Leona, applaud her for her fine work, call her the daughter of Targon, and that the sun is proud of what she has wrought upon the Mountain. He would tell her that she is right, that she needs to defend her people from the coming darkness and not grow careless upon her golden throne. He would support the militaristic order of the Solari and goad on their zealous witch hunt as in the end all he cares about is war and the more carnage Leona causes on the mountain in the name of the sun, the stronger he gets.

Diana - Diana is the same as Leona, he would tell her to keep fighting, to hold on and think of her people. That he can see the cracks in the Solari foundation and that soon the moon will triumph. Much like Leona, these are sweet lies to goad both of them onward to fight harder and grow more reckless in their pursuit of victory.

Taric - Taric is the antithesis to Pantheon, championing love and life against his war and hate, He would call out Taric and try to kill the noble hero because he spits on the ideals Taric protects.

Soraka - Pantheon would be disappointed in Soraka, to have forsaken the stars for these mortals, he would never understand and while he is not hostile he also tells her that she is dead to him. Just another mortal.

Zoe - He would want to know how Zoe sealed the Darkin away, and if there is a way to make them disappear forever. He would also be annoyed by her childish appearance/demeanor since Myisha was a lot more mature than Zoe.

Aurelion Sol - He would remind Aurelion Sol that with his return the tether locking him to Targon grows stronger again. It has been Pantheon for ages to bind Aurelion to Targon and now with him returned Pantheon will make sure Aurelion is put back in his place.

Other Darkin - He would simply tell them that their end is nigh, that Pantheon has found them, and that they are about to expire.

Other Gods/Demi Gods - here it depends on how many interactions would be wanted, he could comment on the powers of the sun disc being borrowed from the Sun/Solari/Leona's aspect or challenge Volibear to a fight. Lots more here if interactions need to be stretched out.

Sion - Pantheon looks kindly on Sion, a beast revived for war, its very humanity dull and eroded where only violence and anger remain. Pantheon would call Sion his champion of War and tell him to go slaughter in the name of war.

Other Warriors (Garen/Tryndamere/Darius/Olaf/etc) He would salute them and challenge them to combat, noting how a death at his feet is the greatest honor they can wish for.

A cool idea for VO would be that he gets a Taunt like normal champs but then you get different voice lines for ally champions when you hit taunt.

Example

Enemy Pantheon - "Atreus, you come before me again, with my very own spear. Kneel boy. A dog should recognize it's better."

Ally Pantheon - "You feel the power, let loose Atreus, show me your rage and perhaps you will be worthy of my favor."

Enemy Aatrox - "Another one of your flesh puppets for me to rend Aatrox? Pathetic!"

Ally Aatrox - "You and me against them?! Who can stand against Aspect AND Darkin?"

Enemy Leona - "You say you burn as the sun does! So then, show me your fire girl!"

Ally Leona - "The daughter of Targon and War eternal who could hope to stand against such a phalanx of spear, sword, and shield?"

I always wanted to have more interaction with allies, since you only see enemy champions every now and then, and even if you do they mostly attack you and never let you enjoy the interactions. Whereas if you play with friends you can actually enjoy this content of ally interaction. Idk why Riot has not done this before.

MODEL

The base design doesn't have to differ so much from the Legends of Runeterra Warrior design. (KEEP IT RED) Red stands for hot-headed aggression, red stands for fire, red stands for blood. Red is a color much more fitting to war than blue and the argument that Pantheon's cape is blue to show his allegiance with the stars is null and void since LoR showed us all HOW GOOD red looks on Pantheon. It fits so much better.

Some small tweaks here and there perhaps but overall the base model looks great. If the cape would be longer and more flowing like Yoric it would be great, aside from that there could be small visual design changes for reaching levels 6/11/16. Also as a longtime Pantheon main I really love the aesthetic of his face being shrouded, I dislike the new post rework Pantheon skins for that very reason. Pulsefire, Ruined and even Ascended Pantheon are all marred by the face that they show his face, when his facelessness was something that made him stand out. In this skin he should absolutely not have a face since he is a divine being that helmet should be his face, the face of war, nothing else.

The colors get brighter and hotter, to signal that Pantheon is getting supercharged with the psychic energies of war, colors would go from red-orange to bright yellow, additionally, the number of spears in his cape could also increase from 2/4/6 at levels 6/11/16 with small edits like the passive fire on spear and shield and the fire plume increasing in sizes slightly.

ADDITIONALLY

There could be a number of smaller tweaks to make the VFX stand out. Like pulling a new spear from his cape after Pantheon throws it. Or that Pantheon doesn't even throw the main spear but shoots a spear forward from his cape as he can manifest them. Voicelines like "Unstoppable, War eternal an Invincible!" could be added to his E whenever he uses it as if he mocks whoever dares attack him. "Here mortal, or just Heel!" when he stuns you.

His ult could be Pantheon coming straight down where the spear lands, instead of in an angle, and the angle is then covered by either a spear storm or meteorite shards. The straight-down Pantheon landing being a homage to Grand Skyfall. He does not land sooner and he still shoots down a spear first, but this time he just lands from above.

As for the dance, either you give him some workout to flex on people or you give him the Ricardo Milos dance. Which let's be honest, everyone wants to see.

Lore wise I think Pantheon is very important. Currently, we have Pantheon (Atreus) Diana and Taric who are all outright heroes. Aphelios serves under Diana and Zoe does not really care she does whatever she wants. Soraka while a hero lives secluded. Targon only has Leona as a villain and the celestial Pantheon would fill that slot very well. He is the god of war, he would try to rouse them all against one another and also give them a reason to unite against him. To fight together, and perhaps even be incentive enough for Leona and Diana to lay down their weapons and join forces.

Additionally, all it takes is a skin to create a champion's worth of impact on the league universe. There doesn't need to be a new champion from Targon to push the narrative forward which means less time that needs to be invested on Riots part.

Thank you for your time, I will be sitting here on my mountain top, waiting and hoping that I started a fire.

[simofabitch]

I think Magolor would be sof t if you pet him and I think he w would purr I think I thin k I think I he would be xat sized he could lay on your chest t hpercftly perfect you could wrap uor arms. Around hi. You could scratch his cheeks with your nails gentle I. T think he would llike th at

And I think his hands would be so small (smol, if you would( you could hold both his hands in the middle of both your hands. Captured like you might a firefly but bigger and warm and squirmy. He cannot fit a hand around your neck. Little. Catboy catboy catboy

I think he has whiskers and I think they are long and strong and bristly like a cats but he keeps them tucked away most of the time I think his ears have long soft tufts of fur that protect them from sand I think his eyelashes are long for the same reason I think his eyes are yellow and his pupils are white

I think the would make really good coffee I think he would make coffee that even someone who preferred tea would like. I think Magolor from Kirbys return to dreamland would make really good coffee I think he lies because half the time he isn't lying -- he really does like you, he just doesn't tell the whole truth at first and I think if you were crying he wouldnt be lying when he tried to comfort you I think i think Magolor, round little cat creature orb, soft blue yellow eyed boy, I may be woobifying him but I dont c are,as I think he would memorize facts about you easily, I thi nk he would know thinng e within th e week if it was regular iiiiiiii

I think if you started crying in the Lor he would leave one hand on your back as the other started making coffee I think he would speak in a low tone of voice he would probably say nothing's at first like "there there" he might offer advice but mostly he echoes your own sentiments back at you bout somehow it helps because it shows someone fu ckin listens ri hj t

I think he would let you hug him and I dont think he would realize how mu chub it would affect him until he was in it and only then would he relax into your touch and then would each of you start soothing the other. I think

I think Magolor would be soft if you pet him.

[the-regal-warrior]

Say You Won’t Let Go

Okay, here’s a little oneshot I’ve been working on - it’s heavily inspired by “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur. It’s also a birthday gift for @nalgenewhore (so it’s obviously Elorcan). Happy birthday, Isa! Love you lots - I’m so very glad that you’re my best friend, because I don’t know who I’d be without you.

Summary: Just adorable Elorcan fluff!

Warnings: Some language - Elide does not like mornings.

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Elide Lochan was having the time of her life. Since she was the youngest in her group of friends, she knew she had to go all out for her twenty-first birthday - after all, it was the last one they would celebrate. Her parents had rented out an entire club - a smaller one in downtown Orynth - for the entire night, leaving her with explicit instructions to “be safe and have a good time - and for the love of the gods, don’t let anyone drive home.” (She knew that her parents, who owned a very successful company, had drivers that would be waiting outside to take everyone home at the end of the party.)

She was leaning against the bar, one hand absently fixing the tiara that marked her as the birthday girl as she watched the room full of friends that had come to celebrate her. Knowing she’d only have a few more moments to herself before one of them (most likely Aelin or Fenrys) came to drag her back into the middle of things, she grabbed the bottle of water the bartender had given her a couple minutes before and downed about half of it.  

The bottle had barely hit the bar when she felt two large hands land on her bare waist. “El, you can’t keep yourself from the party - we’re all here to celebrate you.”

“The birthday girl doesn’t even get a moment to breathe on her birthday?” she giggled, turning so she could nudge him with her hip. “I’m just trying to stay hydrated, Fen.”

He nodded sagely at her, though the smirk practically painted on his face made her suspicious. “That just means it’s time for more shots!” Leaning over the bar, he whispered something in the bartender’s ear, and suddenly the man was pouring two shots. “Bottoms up, El!” Fenrys grabbed his shot and downed it, motioning for her to do the same.

She did, the burn of tequila in her throat a welcome feeling. “Let’s dance, Fen!” Elide grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. 

The world turned into a blur of strobe lights and pounding music, dancing bodies and the alcohol her friends kept passing her. She lost all sense of time and self, becoming nothing more than a vessel for the energy and the flow of the music. 

Until she came face to face with Lorcan Salvaterre.

Something about that brutally handsome face always seemed to stir up a… feeling in her core. A feeling she didn’t totally understand - but she wanted to. She didn’t know him all that well. They were only friends by association, since his best friend Rowan and her best friend Aelin had been basically inseparable since their senior year of high school. She’d run into Lorcan at plenty of parties over the years, and they always seemed to have a connection of sorts, but they weren’t necessarily close. 

“Lochan,” he purred, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her closer, one of his legs slotting perfectly between hers. She’d never been happier with her choice of outfit than she was right at that moment. The strapless red top she’d chosen - a corset style top that laced in the back - left her waist exposed to his warm hands, and the tight black pants let her feel every move of his thigh over her damp center. The heels she’d slipped into - strappy black ones with red bottoms - left her at the perfect height to twine her arms around his neck and twirl his long hair - currently pulled half-up, so some of the strands fell down around his shoulders - through her fingers. 

Elide bit her bottom lip as she tugged on the strands of his hair, causing him to gasp. “Salvaterre, hey.” She tilted her head back to meet his eyes, his fingertips gently tugging at her long hair where it fell in loose curls to her waist. “Wanna dance with the birthday girl?”

He pulled her closer, if that was even possible, goosebumps rising on her skin as his breath fanned over her cheek. “Fuck yes.”

~*^*~

Lorcan gathered her hair up in his fist, his other hand rubbing soothing circles over her back as she leaned her shoulder against the wall in her bathroom. The party had ended, and everyone had piled into the cars waiting for them. Lorcan, though fairly drunk himself, knew that Elide was probably far more drunk than she’d ever been, so he offered to ride home with her first to make sure that she was okay. Even though they weren’t the closest of friends, she’d readily accepted his offer. 

Though she still looked a little nauseous, she looked better than she did when he’d practically carried her to the bathroom. Apparently the drinks her friends had been plying her with all night long had finally gotten to her.

Offering him a weak smile, Elide slowly started pushing herself to her feet. Once he was sure that she would be steady on her feet, he went to grab her a towel. 

He leaned against the wall opposite from the sink as she rinsed out her mouth and washed her hands, just drinking in the sight of her. Something about her always captured his attention, always made him want to spend time with her. 

Catching his eye in the mirror, she turned to look at him over her shoulder. Even though he’d had plenty to drink himself, the need in her eyes soberred him up - if only for a moment. Wordlessly, she took the towel he offered and used it to dry her hands and face. She tossed it behind her, not looking back as it landed in a ball on the counter. 

Though he tracked her movements with his eyes, Lorcan never moved from his spot against the wall. He merely watched as Elide crossed the small space until she was standing in front of him, her arms winding around his waist as she pulled him into a hug. 

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer as she buried her face in his chest. They stayed like that for a little, only parting when she mumbled something into the fabric of his shirt.

“What was that, mamas?” he questioned, cupping her neck and pushing her chin up with his thumbs until she met his eyes. 

She gave him a small smile. “I said I like being with you like this.” She seemed to hesitate before adding, “do you wanna stay the night?”

“El,” he replied, running one hand over his hair. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea - I think you should get some rest.”

She sighed, stepping back from him, a pout pulling her at her lips. “But I want you to stay.” He started to reply, but she cut him off. “Please? For my birthday?”

There was nothing he could do to resist that pout. “Okay, for your birthday. But I’m staying on the couch, E.”

Elide huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “The couch? I just want to fall asleep in your arms.”

“I know you do.” He leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose, his heart fluttering at the small giggle that escaped her. “But you’ve had quite a bit to drink. So, for tonight, I’ll stay on the couch.” 

She nodded, but she still looked disappointed.

He took her hand and began leading her toward her bed. “But I was thinking I could take you out tomorrow, and if that goes well, I’ll stay with you tomorrow night?”

Elide squealed, though the sound was cut off as she yawned. “That sounds perfect.”

Nodding and leaving her to get changed, Lorcan went to tell the driver that he didn’t need a ride home, a smile slowly growing over his face. 

~*^*~

That had been four and a half years ago. Elide was twenty-five, and as of four months ago, she was his wife. A part of him still couldn’t believe that Elide Lochan - Elide Salvaterre - had chosen him. She made him happier than anyone in the world, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He had always been grateful for the night of her birthday party, for her courage in asking him to stay and his own courage in finally being able to ask her out. 

Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he was laying in bed, his wife sprawled across his chest. He wasn’t quite sure what brought them into his mind, but that party was one of his happiest memories, and he thought about it quite often. 

Elide lifted her head, a questioning look in her eyes as she ran a finger over the space between his eyebrows. “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

“Your twenty-first birthday party.” Lorcan smiled at her, his fingers twisting through the ends of her long dark hair as it spilled down her back. 

She gave him a confused look, one eyebrow perfectly arched. “Erm, why?”

“Nothing, really. Just… well, I knew I loved you then.”

He watched as her cheeks slowly turned red, her eyes lighting as she took in his meaning. “You did?” she finally breathed, pressing her lips to his jaw gently. 

“Yeah, I did. You were always so carefree and full of life - and you were always so happy to see me. It made me feel like I was enough.”

“Oh, Lor,” she whispered, pulling herself up until she could look into his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighed, tracing her lips with his thumb. “I was afraid, El. I didn’t want you to reject me, and I was scared of letting go of all the doubts I had - so I just played it cool.”

“You weren’t the only one who was afraid.” Elide leaned down to kiss him - just the briefest meeting of their lips - but it showed all the love that flowed between them. “I was terrified you were going to say no when I asked you to stay.”

Lorcan chuckled, pulling the blankets around them as she snuggled closer to his chest. “I’m really glad you did.”

“Me too, babes. Because now it’s just you and me forever.” 

“Forever, mamas.”

~*^*~

Lorcan hummed to himself as he piled the food he’d spent the last twenty minutes making onto a tray. Elide had fallen asleep wrapped in his arms last night, and he’d just stared down at her for a while, content to watch the love of his life burrow her face against his chest in her sleep. He didn’t know she’d worried he would say no, but he was glad she’d shared that with him.

He’d woken up that morning to find that she’d rolled onto her side in her sleep, though her fingers had twined with his. Smiling at her fondly, he stroked his thumb over the back of her hand gently before slipping from their bed, deciding he’d surprise her with breakfast in bed.

Climbing the stairs was a bit tricky, since he was balancing a tray full of waffles, bacon, fresh mangoes and strawberries, and two mugs of coffee, but somehow he managed. Lorcan chuckled under his breath when he saw that she’d rolled again in his absence, her face buried in his pillow.

“El,” he murmured, setting the tray on her nightstand. “Wake up, love.”

Her head turned slightly on the pillow, but she gave him no other indication that she’d heard him. “Mmmm, no.”

Reaching out to run his fingers through her hair, he tried again. “Come on, lovely wife. It’s time to get up.”

“It’s too fucking early,” Elide muttered, lifting her face only enough that he could understand her. 

“Well, okay then.” With one quick movement, he yanked the covers down to the bottom of the bed. She whined in protest, but he just gripped her waist and flipped her over, propping her against the pillows and kissing her forehead while she cursed him out under her breath.

She was still glaring at him when he stepped back. “Well that was fucking rude.”

“You’ll get over it.” He turned to grab her breakfast while he said it, and he only laughed when she smacked his ass. “Now,” he started, “is that any way to treat the man who made you such a lovely breakfast?”

“Ooo, breakfast?” she squealed, smiling when he placed the tray in front of her. “You’re the best husband ever, did you know that?”

“I do what I can,” he joked, pressing a kiss to her palm when she cupped his cheek as he sat down next to her. “Now make a wish, mamas.”

Elide’s eyes finally landed on the candle he’d placed in the waffles, the flame reflecting in her deep, dark eyes once he finally lit it. She seemed to think for a moment before finally closing her eyes and blowing. When she opened them again, he saw tears pooling and gathering on her lashes.

“Hey,” he whispered, swiping his thumb under her eye. “Why are you crying? What did you wish for?”

She smiled up at him, and he realized that her tears were ones of happiness and love. “I wished that we would always be this happy for the rest of our days.”

“Oh, my love.” Lorcan leaned in to kiss her, mindful of the tray balancing on her lap. She kissed him back, her lips moving slowly against his, like they had all the time in the world to be together - which they did. “My darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold. I can promise you that your wish will come true - even when we fight - because it’s just you and me until we’re grey and old, my lovely wife.”

As he said it, he realized that everything he wanted for his life, the future he’d been so desperately craving for so long, was right here in his arms. He could see it so clearly - he’d take their kids to school so she didn’t have to get out of bed any earlier then she wanted, and he’d wave goodbye to them every morning, knowing that his beautiful family existed because of his perfect wife.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he offered Elide another smile. They’d only been married for four months - there would be plenty of time to think about having children. “Okay, enough sap for the moment - enjoy your breakfast while it’s still warm.”

~*^*~

They’d eaten their breakfast slowly, content to spend the time together. Elide had teased him relentlessly about how his coffee always seemed to be more milk than coffee, and he just told her that it wasn’t his fault he’d “never developed a taste for that bitter shit, thank you very much.” He would have preferred a nice cup of tea, but coffee was her favorite and he was determined to spoil her. 

As soon as she drained the last bit of her coffee from the mug, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. She just giggled as he pulled her into his arms, linking her hands behind his neck. She kissed him softly, just the slightest brush of her lips against his. 

Lorcan indulged her for a moment, his lips moving just as gently against hers, before he pulled back and tucked her head against his chest. Even though there was no music, no sound in the room save for their gentle breaths and the beating of their hearts, he began to lead her around the space in a dance. 

Unlike the way they moved together at her twenty-first birthday, this was the dancing of old friends. They moved slowly, happy just to be in each other’s arms. 

Lorcan wasn’t sure how long they’d been dancing when he leaned down, pressed his lips against her ear, and whispered, “you look as beautiful as ever, and I swear that everyday’ll get better - you make me feel this way somehow.” It was her favorite line from their song, and he found himself whispering it to her quite often. 

Elide scraped her nails gently against his scalp, the action soothing him and causing him to lead her back to their bed. She settled in his lap and nuzzled her nose against his jaw, whispering, “will you sing to me?”

He hummed in agreement, shifting so he could rest against the headboard. Kissing her forehead, he smiled against her skin before he started singing. “I wanna live with you, even when we’re ghosts, ‘cause you were always there for me when I needed you most. I’m gonna love you ‘til my lungs give out. I promise ‘til death we part, like in our vows. So I wrote this song for you - finally everybody knows that it’s just you and me ‘til we’re grey and old.”

She was crying gently against his chest by the time he was done, and he tilted her chin up until he could look into her eyes. “Come now, mamas. I didn’t think my singing was that bad.”

Breathing out a watery chuckle, she swatted his chest gently. “Hush, babes, you know you have a lovely voice. I wish you would sing me to sleep every night.” She took a deep breath, seeming to brace her herself for whatever she was about to say. “It’s just… well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Feeling his muscles begin to tense, Lorcan just nodded at her to continue. She reached into her nightstand and wordlessly handed him a small picture. He’d barely looked at it before he felt his heart start swelling in his chest. “Is this,” he breathed, “is this what I think it is?”

Elide was nodding before he’d even finished speaking. “I’m pregnant,” she confirmed, smiling at him as she rested a hand protectively on her stomach. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but I also wanted to surprise you with the ultrasound photo. I’m about seven weeks along.”

Even though he could feel a massive smile spreading over his face, he still tried to pepper her face in kisses. “You’re going to a mom,” he said. And then, more softly, he murmured, “I’m going to be a dad.”

“You’re going to be the best father, love,” she whispered, giggling when he kept kissing her face.

He slid one hand down to rest next to hers on her stomach. “I love you very much, little one,” he breathed, still smiling as he traced his fingers across her stomach. It seemed like his dream of taking the kids to school was going to be coming true sooner than he thought.

And he couldn’t wait. 

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Betrayal KR

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Kylo’s POV

‘He tried to kill me,’ was all I could think as I made my way through the temple. I gave each member of my class a choice, either join me or die. Most of them chose to die, picking up their sabers to attack me. The few that had chosen to follow were going through the temple, taking what they thought valuable and killing anyone who opposed them. 

I heard Y/N scream. Turning the corner, I saw one of my followers holding his lightsaber, preparing to kill her. “No!” I yelled, using the force to freeze him. 

She turned to me, tear streaks down her soot covered face. “Ben, why are you doing this?” she cried. 

“Join me,” I said, extending a hand to her. “I love you and together we will be the most powerful Jedis to live.”

“You betrayed me, you betrayed us,” she gestured to the bodies laying around her. “And I will never bow to the dark side,” she spat coldly at me. A follower next to me stepped forward, ready to kill her but I held up my hand, stopping him. 

“No, let her live,” I ordered. Y/N looked shocked at my actions and I knew everyone else was as well. I then used the force to knock her out and she slumped onto the ground, eyes closed. “That’s everyone,” I spun around to leave the temple, “let’s move out.” 

-

I was brought out of the memories of my past when the door to Supreme Leader Snoke’s chambers opened. I walked in, kneeling down as soon as I got close enough to the stand where he projects his image. “Sir, we are approaching Jakku. We will have the map to Skywalker soon.” 

“Excellent. You have done well, my young apprentice,” he praised. 

“Thank you, Supreme Leader.” 

“You should be made aware, the one your heart so desperately desires is here.” My head snapped up, ‘Y/N.’ “Yes, the one you loved from your past, Y/N.”

I felt my heart leap into my throat. After all these years I’d get to see Y/N again. She had joined the resistance, my mother taking her in after I left the Jedi Order. “Sir, she will not disrupt my mission nor my destiny,” I reassured. 

“I know she won’t because I’m giving you permission to bring her aboard. You can have her.” 

“Thank you, Supreme leader,” I thanked once again. My heart was racing in excitement. I knew as a sith I shouldn’t be letting someone have this much of an effect on me but I couldn’t help it. The Jedi believed in having no attachments, so it’s only rational to have a companion. 

Before we landed and the stormtroopers were deployed I addressed, them. “Do not kill any woman unless ordered to do so,” I ordered, looking over each of them. I could feel everyone’s confusion but no one dared to speak up so I just left. 

After they were deployed, I waited for Captain Phasma to tell me when they had rounded everyone up. “Commander Ren, we’re ready,” Phasma informed me. Walking down the ramp I was greeted with the sight of Stormtroopers surrounding the villagers, Lor San Tekka standing in front of all of them. Instead of giving me the map, he spoke about my past and of the dark side. In anger, I ignited my saber and killed him. At that moment, I sensed two presences. As one fired a blaster, I stopped it. Turning, I saw a resistance pilot, and my heart stopped when I saw the woman standing next to him, holding a blue saber. Four troopers ran over, grabbing the two rebels. Y/N fought them particularly well but ultimately succumbed when I froze her again with the force. 

Bringing them in front of me, they were forced to their knees, Y/N refused to even look at me. I crouched down, focusing my attention on the man. “So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?” he asked. I felt my temper flare slightly when I saw Y/N give a slight smile. 

I could sense in his mind that Tekka had given them the map. “Search them,” I ordered. Two troopers approached Y/N. “No, Captain Phasma, you search the girl.” I didn’t want any man touching her now that she was mine again. 

“Yes, Sir,” she complied reluctantly. “Nothing, Sir,” Phasma and the other storm trooper said. 

“Put them on board,” I commanded as I turned back to the ship. Feeling the force shift slightly, as well as a saber ignite, I turned to see Y/N slash at a trooper near her. She managed to strike him over the head, killing him, before I stopped her. Waving my hand, I knocked her unconscious, just like I did all those years ago. Before she could fall to the ground, I picked her up bridal style, carrying her into the ship. 

I brought her to a room with an old containment shield so she wouldn’t be able to get out with her Jedi abilities. After a few minutes of the machine struggling to turn on after so many years of not being used, I finally got it to work. Placing Y/N in, the machine automatically suspended her midair and rendered her imobile. Waking her up, I waited eagerly to look into her E/C eyes after so long. 

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and I was greeted by E/C orbs full of confusion. When she looked at me, I saw a brief flash of something positive. Love? I could only hope but it swiftly turned to anger and hate. I saw her try to move her arm, likely reaching for her saber. When she realized she couldn’t her distress caused me to worry but I pushed it down. I had to make her love me before I could start helping her. 

“You will release me,” she demanded. 

“You know that must’ve been a long shot,” I chuckled at her attempt to manipulate my mind. 

“What do you want, Ren?” she spat my name in disgust. “The map to Skywalker? We don’t have it. Tekka deceived us,” she lied. 

“That’s not what I want from you and when did you decide to stop calling me Ben?” 

“When you killed him the night you killed the rest of our class. And what the hell do you want from me?” she struggled against the shield. 

“I want you to love me again,” I admitted. Taking off my mask, I saw her take a sharp breath when she saw my face. I sensed the walls of her mind go down a little, but they snapped right back up almost as quickly as they fell. “I never stopped loving you since we were teenagers, please Y/N.” 

She thought for a minute. “You sacraficed our love for your power,” she spoke coldly. 

“I’ll make you love me. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” She didn’t answer me so I reached into her mind, trying to pull forward any memory of us when we were young. Her scream of agony were killing me but I kept pressing deeper into her mind. 

After what felt like hours of struggling with her mind, I was only able to pull out a few. She had strong defense mechanisms. Each memory made her walls a little weaker, but I still struggled to get through them. “That’s enough for today,” I finally conceded. I could feel her relief, we were both exhausted from fighting. If she weren’t immobilized, she likely would have collapsed. 

Leaving the room, I walked into the elevator. Out of anger and frustration, I pulled out my saber, slashing it against the walls. Why wouldn’t she just love me back? I was determined to make her mine again. 

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Part 2