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🕷️ Drow Lore

Hello! Here is the list of my posts about D&D drow lore, organized thematically - it will be regularly updated. Feel free to take a look if you are interested in a particular character or topic, or if you are looking for inspirations for your fanfiction or artwork 🙂 I also have Ask Box open.

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🕸️ BG3 Drow Lore:

🕷️ Character: Minthara

• Minthara's Social Station in Drow Society

• About Minthara's Past

• Minthara's Past: Age and Name Meaning

• Minthara's Past: Minthara's Mother

• Minthara's Past: Childhood

• Minthara's Past: Minthara's Lover from House Vandree (theories) new

• Minthara And Orin: Before and After Indoctrination

• Minthara's Time in the Cult new

• Minthara About Slayer

• Minthara's alurlssrin

• Minthara's ust-nor

• Minthara's Tattoo

• Nightwarden Title

• House Baenre Family Tree(s) new

🕷️ Character: Nere

• Nere's Social Station in Drow Society

🕷️ Character: Araj

• Araj's Past and Ambitions

• Araj and Her Army

🕷️ Character: Dhourn

• Dhourn's Social Station and Past

🕷️ Character: Kar'niss

• Kar'niss' Past: Szarkai Theory

• Kar'niss' Past: Eilistraean Theory

• How to Feed Your Drider

🕷️ Cult of Lolth:

• Prayer to Lolth

• Sacrifices and Adjuration to Lolth

• Order of Soul Spiders

🕷️ Cult of Eilistraee:

• Prayer to Eilistraee

🕷️ Other:

• Eliette / Phase Spider Matriarch

🕸️ Drow Culture - Part 1:

(Part 2 - about Drow Social Relationships and Drow Nature - can be found here)

🕷️ Language:

• Glossary from Drow of the Underdark (2e)

• Official and Unofficial D&D Drow Scripts

• Drow Names (sources)

• Common Drow Phrases / Sayings (and their translations)

• More Drow Phrases and their translations

• Drow Phrases from Icewind Dale 2 drow sound sets (and their translations)

• Drow Pronunciation

• Prayer to Lolth (translation)

• Prayer to Eilistraee (translation)

🕷️ Sign language and gestures:

• Sign of Dead Spider (quote)

🕷️ Drow spirituality:

• Lolthite and Eilistraean Clergy and Dogmas

• How Eilistraee Feels About Lolth

• Eilistraee and Corellon (and Seldarine in general)

• Followers of Other Gods in Lolth-sworn Drow Cities

• Eilistraeans in the Underdark

🕷️ Drow cultural values and worldview:

• Eilistraean vs. Lolth-sworn Drow Worldview

• Drow Culture And Menstruation

🕷️ Drow and surfacers / other races:

• Drow And Sunlight

• Drow as "Beautiful" People

• You worship what? (quote)

• Dangerous Drow Merchants - History of Nym

• Drow And Slavery

• Half-drow in Drow Communities

• Valas the Black Raven, half-drow from Rilauven

🕷️ Drow free time:

• About Menzoberranzan Festivals and nedeirra

• Drow Games: Sava And Charhylniss

🕷️ Drow appearance and fashion:

• Drow Fashion and Hairstyles - various information

• Drow Textile Markets

• Drow And Spider Silk: Part 1 , Part 2

• Drow Haute Couture - Matron's Robe

🕷️ Food and drink:

• Poisoned or Not?

🕸️ Driders & Co:

🕷️ Driders in drow culture:

• Driders of the House Melarn

• Sorn and Nadal, Drider Brothers: Part 1 , Part 2

🕷️ Habitat:

• Cavern of Driders (quote)

🕷️ Feeding habits:

• How to Feed Your Drider

🕷️Other spider-like creatures / transformed drow:

• Aracholoth

🕸️ Drow Lore in D&D History:

• Drow First Mentioned (D&D 1e)

• Drow and Concept of Evil Matriarchal Society - about possible inspirations

• Drow Lore Sources

[talshiargirlfriend]

Remember when I said I’d been thinking about how (some) other Vulcans (mis)treat T’Pol? This…

— post Terra Prime ficlet

“Perhaps the kin-kur-savas would be more to your liking,” the Vulcan steward suggests.

T’Pol’s lips tighten fractionally before she quietly responds, “Thank you for the recommendation, but I am content with my choices.”

The man turns slightly to include Trip in his blandly disapproving stare.

There’s some Vulcan social subtext Trip can’t parse, so he just stands sternly at T’Pol’s side. She has hardly eaten a thing since Elizabeth died, and if this jackass puts her off her meager breakfast Trip’s gonna put him out an airlock. Mentally, of course, while outwardly observing appropriate decorum on the Vulcan transport delivering the grieving parents to Vulcan for an acknowledgment and internment rite with T’Pol’s clan.

Enterprise had been ordered to remain in-system around Sol tying up Terra Prime loose ends and doing coalition schmoozing. Blessedly Trip and T’Pol have been spared any more Earth media scrutiny for now.

Shran had actually offered to give the pair a lift to Vulcan on his way back to Andoria to continue rallying support for the fledgling Coalition of Planets, but T’Pol was insistent they travel via Vulcan ship. At Trip’s questioning she’d reluctantly admitted that her ties to Vulcan society were somewhat tenuous, and there were many who would view her arrival on an Andorian vessel as evidence she no longer belongs to her home planet at all.

Trip quietly wonders if it was worth the trouble given their reception aboard the T’Mara. For every “I grieve with thee” there’s been a haughty look or three. He’s doing his best to be a perfect guest and support T’Pol. Most of the time he wants to scream, cry, hit someone, or all three.

The steward has thankfully left to go be dour elsewhere, and he and T’Pol take their breakfast trays to a table near a window.

T’Pol glances at her food and drink and then stares out at the passing stars.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asks her gently.

He can see by the tightness around her eyes and mouth that she very much does not “wanna.”

“Kin-kur-savas is a Vulcan stone fruit. It has variegated skin of yellow, green and red, pale yellow flesh, and a small deep red pit at the center. You once likened them to Vulcan peaches.”

“I remember.”

She hesitates, “It was an insult meant to imply that while I may still appear Vulcan I am human at my core.”

Trip inhales sharply and bites down on his anger.

“Additionally, his use of English gave him the plausible excuse of deference to your presence while effectively… alienating me further,” T’Pol finishes.

He doesn’t insult her by asking if she’s sure she’s not reading too much into it. It doesn’t surprise him that Vulcans can be just as bigoted and cruel as humans, but it’s still hard to see it directed at T’Pol, especially when he knows how hard she’s working to hold herself together right now.

Trip is absolutely not going to do anything that will bring shame to his daughter (may she rest in peace), or her mother (may she live long and prosper), so he breathes in a controlled manner and tries to keep all traces of what he’s feeling off his face.

He reaches for a utensil and casually touches T’Pol’s hand. When she makes eye contact he thinks as clearly and deliberately as he can: What an asshole. There’s a flicker of amusement in her eyes. Whether she understood his thought or was just entertained by his pathetic attempt at telepathy, he’ll take the win.

“I’m sorry if my presence is making this worse for you,” he tells her with sympathy.

She gives him a long look. “Trip, his actions reflect only on himself. Your attendance is appropriate and necessary as Elizabeth’s father,” she looks down briefly before continuing, “and I personally find your presence… beneficial. As I said, I am content with my choices.” Her voice is soft but firm.

It may not be a romance novel confession of love, but Trip is moved nonetheless.

“That’s good. I … I feel better when you’re around, too.”

T’Pol gives him a soft look and sips her tea. Trip flashes her a quick smile and takes a bite of the strange but not unpleasant plomeek porridge in front of him. Silently he rejoices when she follows suit, and they finish their meal together in companionable silence.

[littlemourningstarr]

Feed the Beast

Sekh finally gets that drink Rugan promised him- with a far more enjoyable outcome than he initially expected.

Kinktober 2024, Day 23: "Creampie"

Read below or on AO3!

Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, jealousy, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, creampie, voyeurism, kinktober, kinktober 2024

Sekh knotted his hair back as he headed down the stairs of the Elfsong. The tavern was beginning to bustle, the light of the day fading, most of the patrons willing to utterly ignore the threat of the Absolute that was being openly thrown about in the streets.

If there was one thing Sekh had learned in all his years, from any city- albeit all of them smaller than Baldur’s Gate- was that when night hit, it didn’t matter if the world was ending, so long as there was a strong drink and the prospect of promising company to be had.

He side stepped Lakrissa with a grin as she delivered drinks, her tail flicking at him playfully. He could see Karlach and Wyll, across the tavern, already with drinks in hand. Considering there was no one in their room above when he’d left, he presumed that everyone had already dispersed for a bit of reprieve.

Even if they were trying to fight the gods and avoid turning into mind flayers, they deserved to have a little fun, after all.

Sekh made his way to the bar, was content to wait as Alan dealt with an already overly drunk patron, before he heard someone exclaim, “Well, by Sune’s grace.” The drow glanced over his shoulder, just in time to see a human man shouldering through the crowd, smiling at him. He looked familiar…

The Zhentarim. The color of his armor gave him away.

“Rugan,” he offered, plucking the name from memories that felt like they occurred lifetimes ago. The man grinned at him, this ruggish charm to his face, pleasant lines along his mouth and eyes.

“The fact that you remembered is another blessing.” He leaned up against the bar, dark eyes taking Sekh in in the same way he had, back in the cave mouth after the gnolls, and within the Zhentarim hideout. “I do believe I owe you a long awaited drink.”

At that moment Alan was finally free of the drunken patron, and was more than happy to take Rugan’s order. Sekh didn’t have time to say anything else before the man was holding two glasses and gesturing towards a little table, set slightly away from the chaos. Sekh followed, glancing about the tavern again, caught Karlach’s eye as the tiefling quirked an inquisitive brow.

Sekh shook his head, chasing away whatever sordid little thoughts she was having. He wanted to shout to her about Astarion, but he knew the vampire had slipped away to find himself a meal. Sekh just hoped he would be back soon. Everything still felt fresh, with Cazador newly dead, and a part of him wanted to hover over Astarion like a protective shroud.

He fought that part down, because Astarion needed to know that Sekh trusted him, to make his own decisions, to take care of himself. And he did, he just-

He worried.

He heard a buzzing chuckle in his head, realized Syl was laughing at him and his tumultuous thoughts. He would have told her off, had he not reached the table already. Instead he ignored her, settling down as Rugan offered him the glass.

“Hope you’re a whiskey man,” he offered, and Sekh had to smile.

“My tolerance is shit,” he admitted, lifting the glass, “but shockingly, whiskey treats me better than wine.” Rugan lifted his glass, tipping it towards Sekh.

“I think we should drink to you,” he offered, and before Sekh could protest was tossing back a solid mouthful of the whiskey. Sekh took a solid sip himself, the burn down his throat rather grounding. His mother had always liked whiskey- he had memories of her out drinking his father while attempting to play Sava on many nights. It had always been a fun sight, until they chased him off to bed for a bit of privacy. “Glad to see you here in one piece, Sekh’met.”

Sekh flashed a smile. “Glad to be in one piece. I take it you didn’t have anymore gnoll trouble?”

Rugan chuckled, a shockingly warm sound. “Gods no, thankfully. I’ve seen enough of those flea-ridden beasts to last a lifetime.”

Sekh raised his glass to that. “Agreed.” He took another drink, the burn less intense now, filling his belly with warmth. There was maybe half a mouthful left in his glass, and he tossed it back with ease, noticed Rugan just watching him as he set the glass down. It was the same look he’d had back at the Zhentarim hideout, still. Interest. Of the most definitely carnal kind.

And Sekh was flattered, and maybe once upon a time, if he’d blown into a city and Rugan had looked at him like that, he would have taken him to bed. But now, with his heart so wrapped up in Astarion, his blood singing for the vampire even when he was gone-

And the tangle of thorns that Rolan had now added, to his heart and soul, the tiefling’s kisses still a fresh memory…

“I know that look,” Sekh said, “and I’m flattered, but I’m going to break your heart now, instead of in ten minutes when you ask me to bed.”

Rugan’s brows arched, eyes a little wide- and then he laughed, shaking his head. Laughed at himself, Sekh was sure. “I’m that obvious?”

“You were that obvious when we first met.”

Rugan glanced at his cup, before he tipped his head back, finishing his own whiskey as well. “Shame, I’ve never been with a drow, and you’re…” he shrugged a shoulder.

“Alluring? Heart stopping?” Sekh filled in, grinning like mad. There was a flitting pull, in his mind- Syl getting endless bemusement from this little chat. She did so love when Sekh got cocky.

Rugan snorted, shaking his head. Before he could say anything else, Sekh felt a set of cool fingers tracing up his shoulder, and then Astarion was leaning in, eyes hyper focused on Rugan. “Who is your company, pet?”

Rugan jumped a bit, as if Astarion had simply appeared out of nowhere. “Impressively quiet,” he mused, his eyes locked on the hold Astarion had on Sekh’s shoulder- recognition dawning in his eyes. Sekh would have offered a sheepish smile- but his head was beginning to hurt, with Syl’s presence whipping about, eagerly waiting to see if Astarion would get territorial- she did love a little bloodshed.

And now his tadpole, squirming, as it did every so often. He schooled his face to avoid grimacing, and reached up, covered Astarion’s hand with his own.

“Astarion, you remember Rugan.” He added, softer, “The Zhentarim.”

Astarion continued to stare, his face a cool mask. When he didn’t speak, Rugan did. “With the way you move like a ghost- do you want a job?”

Astarion laughed then- a single, sharp sound. “You couldn’t afford me.”

Rugan was smiling despite it. “The Zhentarim can afford anything. But, I can take your rejection.” The words were spoken to Astarion, even as Rugan looked at Sekh. He stood up then, grabbing his glass. “I think I need another drink. Keep yourself in one piece, Sekh.” He gave them a nod before he slipped away, into the tavern, back towards Alan and the bar.

Sekh glanced up at Astarion, but before he could say more the vampire was hauling him up from his seat, a hand grasping his forearm and all but pulling him through the crowd. Sekh followed quickly, as he was led up the stairs, Astarion all but throwing open the door to their shared sleeping quarters-

And then Sekh, being slammed back against it, so hard his shoulders dug into the wood. Astarion pinned his one arm up over his head, studying him with those red eyes, so alert, a bit of color to his cheeks from having freshly fed. His hold was firm, but not painful. Had a single thing he’d done caused Sekh discomfort, the drow would have spoken up.

“He wanted you.” Astarion said the statement without flourish.

“Yes, he did.” The vampire moved closer, effectively boxing Sekh back against the door. “And I didn’t want him. Do you trust me when I say that?”

Astarion nodded. His eyes weren’t burning with anger or fear, but swarming with this primal, feral need. It left Sekh feeling warm in his belly- and it had nothing to do with the whiskey he’d had.

“And yet, you pulled me up here and have me cornered like I’m prey.” Sekh rolled his hips with the last word, watched Astarion’s eyelids flutter.

“Seeing someone look at you like that.” The vampire leaned in, nosed at Sekh’s jaw, so he could breathe in his pulse. “It makes me feel like a beast.” He squeezed Sekh’s arm, and the drow’s other hand found Astarion’s waist, grasping onto his shirt.

“And what does that beast want?” Sekh whispered. He felt Astarion’s mouth, press to his pulse, tongue flick against his skin, taking a taste. “Does it want to be comforted?” Because if Astarion needed Sekh to hold him and whisper how much he adored him, he would. He understood jealousy- especially when things were still new. When Astarion had only just bared his heart to him.

Astarion shook his head, pressing tighter to Sekh, so he could rut against him. “It wants to devour.”

“Then feast.”

Astarion lifted him then, hoisted him up with a strength that seemed unrestrained suddenly, fueled by a belly full of blood and Cazador’s broken chains. Sekh didn’t argue or fight being tossed over Astarion’s shoulder, the vampire cupping his ass with one hand as the other grasped his thighs, carrying him quickly across the room to their bed. Sekh’s only thought was that he was glad they had the room to themselves- and he hoped everyone would keep themselves busy, for a bit.

Astarion tossed him onto the bed, climbing up over him and ravishing his mouth. The kiss was all teeth and Astarion’s searching tongue, pushing into Sekh’s mouth, tasting of blood still. Sekh growled over it, hands moving for Astarion’s shirt, nearly ripping at the fabric as he tried to shove it up his torso. Astarion had slipped a hand between them, managed to get Sekh’s pants open enough that he could slide right in, hand getting into his underwear and fingers sliding along his lips.

Sekh arched, the single touch sending a tremble through his thighs. Astarion tutted, before he whispered, “Wet, are we?” His fingers pushed past Sekh’s lips, sliding with a slick ease to his entrance and teasing. “What was it? Him?”

Sekh lifted his head, answered with a kiss, pinching Astarion’s lower lip between his teeth. The vampire groaned, a finger slipping into Sekh, as the drow whispered, “you.” 

Astarion pulled his hand from Sekh’s pants, growled out something about needing him naked- honestly, the words were lost on Sekh. He felt blinded by Astarion’s contagious need, was more than happy to rip at clothing and squirm about the bed with him until they were both gloriously naked.

The moment Sekh’s back was flat against the bed again, Astarion was shoving his thighs open, staring down at his cunt with starved eyes. His nails bit into Sekh’s skin as he settled on his belly, wasted no time dragging his tongue up along his slit, gathering all Sekh’s desire on his tongue and swallowing with a smile. Sekh spread his legs wider, swore his hips were going to crack with the effort, as Astarion’s tongue pushed directly to his clit, circling it slowly, as if Sekh needed to be teased.

The drow bucked, and in response Astarion closed his mouth over the heavy bud, suckled at it. Sekh whined, tipped his head back, breathed Astarion’s name-

And felt a warmth, inside his skull. Fuck, Syl was still pulling at their connection, breathing in his pleasure as if it were her own. “Fuck, Astarion- wait.”

The vampire lifted his head, pupils blown from savoring Sekh, staring up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Syl is still… she can-”

Astarion huffed. “Let your little patron watch, my sweet. Let the world watch for all I care.”

And then he lowered his mouth back to Sekh’s cunt, and any protest Sekh had died with the next flick of his tongue. If Astarion didn’t care, he sure as the nine hells didn’t. He rolled his hips up, meeting his lover’s mouth, as Astarion focused that devilish tongue on his clit, flicking it now, over and over again, quickly, so quickly it was driving Sekh’s belly to waves-

Gods he was close.

He reached down, sank his fingers into Astarion’s curls. “Slower,” he managed, and his vampire listened, slowing the movements of his tongue, lingering along the most sensitive spots that he had learned. Sekh groaned, tightened his hold on Astarion’s hair, pulled him closer, felt a heat enveloping him, rising up in his veins. He ground into his lover’s mouth, held Astarion so close he wasn’t even sure how the man managed to move his tongue-

And found his bliss. He came with a grin and Astarion’s name on his lips, could feel the shadows on his face wisping about, extending down his neck, his shoulder, as if he was using his patron’s shadows. His vampling continued those perfect movements of his tongue, until the wave had crested, subsided-

And then he was pushing up onto his knees, grasping Sekh by the hips and studying him, as he left his cock rub against his flushed cunt. “I think she liked that,” Astarion teased, noting the way Sekh’s shadows were moving.

Sekh didn’t bother responding- Astarion was right, after all- and simply let his hips cant, encouraging Astarion to rub his cock against him. “You’re not done with me,” Sekh teased, and Astarion’s only response was to push himself into him in a single, smooth thrust, until he was fully sheathed in Sekh’s body.

Sekh gasped, the sound ending in a guttural growl, as Astarion fucked into him with a pace that was relentless. The vampire was baring his teeth, those glorious fangs, a line of sweat making its way down his throat, eyes wild and rabid. He looked as if he wanted to possess Sekh, starting inside his bones and seeping out until he had every inch of him.

Sekh tried to push back, meeting Astarion’s rhythm. The vampire dropped down over him, caught himself with one hand pressed firmly to the bed, the other grasping Sekh’s chin, forcing his drow to hold his stare.

“You.” He thrust deeper, made Sekh see sparks, in the corners of his vision. “Are.” He gripped harder, nails poking little indents into Sekh’s dark skin. “Mine.”

The kiss he gave Sekh stole his very soul. Sekh reached for him, held on, let Astarion relentlessly take his pleasure from him, wanted nothing more than the be the one to give it to him. When Astarion pulled back, he pushed himself back up to his knees- panting now, cheeks flushed as if he was alive.

Sekh knew the little signs that his lover was close- the subtle grit to his teeth, the darting movements of his eyes. He rolled his hips harder to meet each movement, determined to bring Astarion off- and could only sigh in bliss when he felt Astarion’s first spurt of cum, inside him.

Instead of burrowing deep into Sekh’s body, as he normally would, Astarion pulled almost out as he moaned, reaching down to stroke his shaft with just his head buried in Sekh’s body. Sekh whimpered, could feel his lover’s orgasm more like this.

Astarion pulled out while he was still panting, and Sekh could feel his cum, sliding along his hole, coating him. Astarion smirked, all fang, staring down at his drow’s messy cunt. “What a pretty little mess,” he nearly cooed, taking his fingers and swiping them through his cum. Sekh shivered, the nerves of his cunt still so alive- and then gave a sharp cry, as Astarion pushed those fingers into his body, began fucking his cum back into him. “We’re not done, darling,” he breathed, watching Sekh squirm. “I’m going to make sure that every inch of you smells of me. By the time we’re done, no one will mistake you for being anything other than mine.”

Sekh arched, let his eyes fall shut- couldn’t find a reason or the desire to argue. If anything, he wanted everyone to look at him and know Astarion was there, in his very blood.

He wanted everyone to look at Astarion and know Sekh was there, deep inside his marrow, as well.

[centralperkchenford]

hi! can you do one where while Lucy was pregnant, Tim and Metro answer to a case where Sava was involved and heavily injured and everyone thought it was Lucy, Tim just shutdown for a few minutes before the paramedics/Bailey says it must be Sava and that's only when Tim starts functioning again. Something like when Aaron mistaken Jake as Tim but this time Tim and Lucy aren't together physically because Lucy was on a day off or smth. 🙏🙏🙏

Chenford + Sava is mistaken as Lucy & Tim panics

I hope you like this!

I would fight for you, I'd lie for you Walk the wire for you, yeah, I'd die for you

Tim sits outside the store knowing there is a group of suspects inside and possibly a hostage. He is about to move in they just need to be given the green light so the hostage is hurt. He sees Mad Dog and Po move in to the store. He counts to ten but there’s no signal for him to move in.

And then Mad Dog’s voice sounds over the radio his voice a mix of panic and fear. “We have a heavily injured woman. It’s Detective Lucy Chen.”

Tim’s entire body deflates and before he even realizes what is happening he’s running towards the store, his heart pounding and his mouth dry. He can’t think, he can’t breathe. He sees black spots in front of his eyes and he feels dizzy. In and out. In and out

Oh god!

“Sergeant!” He hears someone calling after him he’s not even sure who it is. His mind is on Lucy and her being injured. Her being the hostage. His baby girl being in danger too. And there’s no one who could stop him from getting to Lucy.

Someone blocks him from coming into the store and he pushes at their chest but they are stronger somehow.

“Sir.” Says a voice. “You don’t—”

“That’s my wife!” He snaps through he knows his voice sounds weak. “She’s pregnant let me in!”

Someone pushes past them and Tim realizes it’s the paramedics. He’s sees the back of Bailey’s head briefly before she inside the store.

“Let. Me. In.” Tim growls angrily even though his brain still isn’t working. His mind is on Lucy. Injured. And the images in his head are terrible.

He looks up to see Mad Dog looking at him sadly, “Sir she’s—”

And then Bailey’s voice sounds from the back of the shop. “Let him in! It’s not Lucy!” She calls. Tim’s heart beats faster and he pushes past Mad Dog and runs to where there’s a group of people gathered.

Bailey sees him first and rushes over to him. “It’s not Lucy Tim. It’s Sava.” She says reassuringly

“Why was she here?” Tim asks softly trying to calm his heartbeat but knowing he won’t be calm until he sees Lucy with his own eyes.

“As far as we know she was just stopping here to get a drink.” Bailey says. “Wrong place at the wrong time.”

Tim nods although he’s not really listening. He grabs his phone out of his pocket and taps on Lucy’s name. She doesn’t answer right away and he sees black spots in front of his eyes until….

“Tim?” Her voice sounds over the phone and he slumps against the wall, his entire body feeling heavy.

“Thank god.” He breathes. “Where are you?”

“At home—what’s wrong?” She asks her voice full of concern. And he swallows knowing he has a job to do. But he’s not sure he can look at someone who looks so much like his wife.

“Um.” He starts. “There was a hostage situation and they you were hurt. But it was Sava and I feel… I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Lucy makes a soothing sound. “I’m okay baby. Other than your daughter sitting on my bladder. I’m okay.” She says.

Tim huffs out a laugh and runs his hand down his face. “I love you. Just please..” He trails off and Lucy hums in his ear.

“Breathe Tim.” She says soothingly. “Just breathe. I’m okay. Our baby girl is okay. Now go do your job and come home to me okay?”

Tim nods and pinches his nose. “I love you.” He says a little breathlessly. His heart rate is still going fast. He breathes in and out. In and out. Lucy’s fine, their daughter is fine.

“Sarge.” Says Mad Dog and he looks up to see Mad Dog looking at him. “Um I’m sorry I got confused. They look so much alike.” The man looks guilty and Tim normally would be furious at him for not waiting for proper identification, he understands.

Tim waves him off. “Don’t worry about it. It happened to me with my look a like.” He says and Mad Dog looks like he has questions but Tim talks before he can ask any.

“How’s Sava?” He asks. Mad Dog sighs and looks over to where they are cleaning up the blood.

“She’s hanging on. She was pretty badly injured but it looks like she’s going to make it. We just need to figure out which one of these idiots beat her up.” He says. Tim glances over at the three suspects handcuffed and sitting on the floor.

He sighs and motions for Mad Dog to help him lift them up. His mind is still on Lucy.

Once they are back in the shop and heading back to the station, Tim leans his head back against the headrest trying to breathe. In and out. In and out.

The other officers process the suspects and Tim heads to his office ready to finish up and go home.

When he opens his office door, he almost falls over when he sees Lucy sitting in his chair. She stands up when she sees him and heads over to him.

“Hey.” She says softly and he wraps her in his arms feeling relieved and relaxed for the first time since they found Sava.

“Hi.” He mumbles into her hair. “What are you doing here?” She runs her fingers through his hair knowing it calms him.

“I could tell you were still.. worried. And I knew you wouldn’t relax until you saw me.” She says and he shakes his head because she really does know him.

He brings her in and sways with her for a little bit. “I love you.” He says his voice thick with emotion again. “I don’t know what I would have done if—”

“Hey.” She says turning his face towards her. “I’m fine Tim.” She places his hand on her heart. He feels it beating against his hand and then moves it down to her stomach where their baby girl rests and grows. 2 more months and they would be holding her in their arms.

“I’m okay.” Lucy repeats and Tim nods and kisses her while his hand is still on her belly. “How long until you are off?”

Tim shrugs looking at his desk behind him. “Soon. I hope.” He says. She nods and kisses him one more time before she turns to walk out the door.

Tim watches her go and then sits down at his desk finally being able to breathe normally. She’s okay. Their baby girl is okay. He could do his job knowing that she was safe.

He still was counting down the minutes until she was back in his arms and he was at home. He glances at the pictures on his desk, one of their wedding day and a recent picture of them. And then tucked inside one of the frames was their daughter’s first ultrasound. The one before they even knew what she was. He smiles and gets back to work. He’s got this.

***

When he gets home he wraps Lucy in his arms and doesn’t let her go for the rest of the night. He knows with their jobs there’s no certainty either of them will come home and they could be like Sava and just get caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. But he’s going to make sure to try and always come home to her just like she will always try to come home to him.

And that’s something he can hold on to.

[gratisdiamanten]

primož + bringing someone home

Tadej, circling the heel of his palm on the steering wheel, watches in complete disbelief as a Škoda Fabia driven by a suicidal fortysomething with the dark stub of a cigarette in his mouth careers around him in a large arc, cutting into the other lane before nearly kissing the front bumper of his own car.

"What the fuck," he starts, before Primož, yawning, responds offhand.

"Oh don't think too hard about it, none of the drivers here are interested in surviving a trip to the grocery store."

Tadej mouths it again, a silent what the fuck this time, and now it's his turn to cross the Sava. It's a glittery green ribbon around here, almost pretty enough it might be due to industrial contaminants or something sinister. Mostly, the day is blue. Primož still listens to music on an iPod from 2007, one earpod popped politely out in case Tadej decides to say something.

"You know my accent isn't even close to how theirs is, you know," Primož says; he looks outside, there is a blanket of sun on the trees, clean and pale. "My old trainer, his accent's gonna give you a run for your money."

"I know enough, it's not like you havent brought your parents to dinner," Tadej says. They could be worse, he guesses, comparably conservative to his own parents, but on top of that, they're weekly church attendees with a photo of Pope Benedict in the house. Tadej doesn't look like enough of a girl for plausible deniability. "Dodged a bullet this time," he says, quieter.

Primož presses his lips together in consideration. His hair is ruffling from the air conditioning turned up on high and backlit by the sun outside. "You'd get along with Andraž, maybe, or Mitja. Zagorje's got more than old guys, I promise." He waggles his eyebrows. "Got some cute girls too."

"Oh shut up."

His grin is warm, sincere. Tadej feels something pop in his chest like a muffled gunshot. The fondness of it all. The road is white with dust. Tadej spots a SPAR as they head into town, debates stopping for a soda.

"How much are you looking to drink today? I'll pick from my list accordingly, huh?"

"Someone I need less than four beers for, please," Tadej says. He pulls into a gas station. "Now it's your turn, you get out, good sir, and pump the gas."

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE SECOND EPISODE LETS GOOOO *extreme spoiler alerts read at your risk*

YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP

Not Percy turning his back on grover so grover can’t see the tear falling from his face

”IM GONNA GO FIND MY DAD” help the door slam

MR D SLAYED

Grover yelling “wait wait wait wait” it was really giving “help, my rogue wild best friend is on the loose”

The whole Mr,D scene was foul and evil but hilarious i loved it

Chiron’s face when “My father wont talk to me unless i bring him a drink:’(“ PRICELESS

Chiron said something about the “god’s design” JOE TRACZ ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME START SINGING…well it’s working

Percy immediately stopping chiron when he calls everyone’s attention,,, Walker exceeded expectations and more

How defensive Percy gets when luke tries to talk to him

The actor for Luke really killed it with the acting

I love the establishment of chris from the start he just poofed into botl out of nowhere and rick expected us to feel something about him

I love the whole new “kleos” concept, it gives so much more depth to these characters than before

THE WHOLE MONTAGE OF PERCY TRYING TO FIND WHAT HE’S GOOD AT

Whos this dude where’s beckendorf give me beckendorf

DIOR GOODJOHN LIKE OMGGGG SHE’S SO GOOD

“They like the smell of begging”

“You’re going to have to sit down….I think ive made some friends…real friends….and i think they might actually like me…imagine that” STOP THESE WRITERS KNEW HOW TO DIG THE KNIFE IN DEEPER DON’T THEY (also, this implies percy’s never had real friends which is killing me)

That whole scene

also the fact that he’s angry at grover and doesn’t like annabeth that much yet so he’s talking about luke and chris, even though luke and chris are the traitors and annabeth and grover are his actual real friends stop

THE NUMBER OF THOUGHT PROCESSES THAT WENT THROUGH MY HEAD WHEN THAT TREE STONE LADY CAME TO GROVER. MY MIND WAS JUST LIKE THALIA?????? GROVER’S MOM?????

”are you stalking me” “yes” “okay…why?” i love them

ONLY THREE WORDS: LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES I LOVE HER SO MUCH..OKAY THAT WAS EIGHT WORDS BUT WHATEVER SHE IS SO ANNABETH I LOVE IT

“Today feels like a winning day to you?”

Not percy flossing

LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES, LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES

That calculating look was nailed down to the t

the claiming scene was so aesthetic

The pacing is so fast i wish it were a bit slower. It was just “claiming” and then “PERCY THERES GONNA BE A WAR FOR THE MASTER BOLT AND YOU HAVE TO RETRIEV—“

Also, I liked it in the books where percy is sitting in the campfire and they were all singing and percy finally feels at home with the campers. In this episode he was kinda only attached to luke and chris and wasnt interacting with anyone else

Hopefully theyll show that next episode.

“YOU’RE POSEIDON’S SON” “IM SALLY JACKSON’S SON” The world was never the same after that i could hear the tumblr girlies screaming from home

[shoku-and-awe]

OH NO :( Shopping distracted in the heat, I thought I'd found a high-protein chocolate flavor of Oikos. Japan's foremost (only?) maker of Greek yogurt. That sounded a little weird but maybe potentially promising, so I had to try it. BUT, the next morning, when I opened the fridge, I realized it was actually yogurt from Savas, Japan's foremost maker of icky protein drinks that make me say yuck.

15 grams of protein in this weird sludge, but it wouldn't be worth it at 30, as far as I'm concerned. Even fresh strawberries couldn't fix it.

[ex-textura]

Please word vomit to us about Ilztaufein's complicated relationship dynamics (if you want, no pressure) 💜

HAH! Oh, you've asked for it.

i'm not proof reading any of this stream of consciousness lets goooo

_

Alright soo early in the game Izzy never had any sort of actual interest in the other party members at all, romantic or otherwise. He's a pissy little prince of a man who likes things a certain way and isn't so far removed from his noble upbringing in the underdark that he's unlearned all his negative associations with other races (or even with drow themselves tbh. he'd say he's complicated but he's mostly just a bitch), but he's still a good guy in the most technical sense so he did start to get close to them in spite of himself.

He's also a man who's pretty used to just casually sleeping with other members of his teams whenever the desire arises. So when Astarion propositioned him like...QUITE early on he was like fuck it. Whatever. I could use an orgasm. And Astarion was similar enough to him in personality (and to drow in appearance to be quite honest) that he didn't give it that much thought. Fun romp in the woods, whatever nbd.

Only that Astarion like...didn't seem to get the hint, or something. Because despite Ilztaufein being pretty clear that he was just having fun, Astarion started crossing some lines from one-night stand to fwb and then maybe a little more? Only Izzy still was never really feeling it. I mean, Astarion was fine. The sex was technically well executed and Astarion is handsome and fun so he had no regrets in that regard. But see this sad little human was starting to worm his way into Izzy's mind. He kept showing pieces of himself that Ilztaufein didn't expect from someone like him. Hints and pieces of greater power, greater ambition. And Ilztaufein was intrigued.

Then Izzy learned about Gale's past with Mystra, about the truth of the orb and what he'd done and rather than being worried he was sorta. kinda.... well that was like really really hot??? I mean sure it was foolish and it backfired but the power it had to have taken in the first place to do what Gale did. To catch the eye of a goddess too. And the ambition to aim so damned high. That was the turning point. Gale was no longer just some wizard that claimed to be an archmage and wanted to learn to play sava. Gale WAS an archmage. A chosen. A powerful man with powerful means and powerful desires and Ilztaufein wanted, needed, to be part of that.

So he was still sleeping with Astarion on occasion, the vampire showering him this performative sort of affection that never really did anything for him but Izzy didn't care enough to stop because like. Whatever floats your boat, man. And flirting with Gale in the meantime, spending most nights discussing magical theory over a game of lanceboard or sava as they taught each other their chess game of choice. Falling hard for Gale, and not ever really trying to hide it. He'd never wanted someone like that before, but being such a little princess, he always got what he wanted.

The hiccup is where Astarion comes into this. Cause Astarion's little pet names and affection and all that definitely started as a performance but in spite of himself he'd actually started to fall for Ilztaufein. A sassy little minx who shared a lot of his interests (and mannerisms. and clothes), who even though he was a good person fundamentally, didn't really do anything for the sake of altruism. Who made him laugh, and didn't give a shit about his past, or what he'd done, but was immediately more than happy to help him with whatever - whether that be casting Hold Person on a bandit specifically so Astarion could drink from them without fuss, teaching him how to make drow poisons, or straight up plotting against Cazador.

So Astarion is maybe sorta starting to fall hard. But he's never been free before. He barely knows who he is. He doesn't know how to be alone but he also doesn't know how to be with someone...in the way he might want to be with Izzy. Maybe. If he lets himself think about it long enough. So he's weighing his options.

Talk to Izzy. Tell him how he feels. Tell him that maybe what he wants with him is more than sex (and, honestly, maybe not even sex at all). Maybe they get together, maybe he swipes the drow out from under Gale's nose and they live a long, long life together of hedonistic debauchery. After they kill Cazador together. Maybe Ilztaufein helps him find a cure. Maybe they spend the rest of their lives in the underdark. And Astarion never truly gets to be his own man, shackled forever to love.

Don't talk to Izzy. Keep up the seduction and squash his own growing feelings. Keep Gale's big soft eyes off of his paramour long enough to get the job done, kill Cazador, and be free. Then dump him, and go learn who the fuck he actually is. Take many lovers or none at all. Every choice made from that point on would be his own, at the cost of perhaps breaking his own heart.

Or, the option he's starting to realize might already have been made for him when he wasn't looking: Let whatever is happening between Gale and Ilztaufein happen. Just. Let him go. And hope that they'll still be willing to help him anyway out of..what? the kindness of their hearts?

Or maybe if the old tramp who came by the camp gets his way, Gale will blow himself up and leave Izzy in mourning and Astarion can be there to pick up the pieces and resume their little thing from wherever they left off. Have his cake and eat it too, at the cost of a perfectly good Gale, I suppose.

[serifgothic]

[lunastrophe]

You are amazing! I literally jumped for joy at your reply. My fic thanks you for your work. (The nedirra is also performed nude, I believe. Naked Underdark raves. LOL)

I do have one more question. No rush or anything. I am deeply grateful whenever you get to it.

What about games? Board games. Card games. Whatever.

Thanks again so so so much. You are truly a gem.

No problem, these are such delightful topics!

Nedeirra totally gives rave vibes, I agree. And yes, dancers often become nude - in Daughter of the Drow, it is mentioned that some drow discard their outer garments while dancing. After nedeirra ends, all participating drow customarily remove their clothing and enjoy a cleansing, relaxing steam bath together.

🕷️ About drow games - I planned to make a separate post about them one day because according to lore, drow generally like to engage in various sports and games in their free time.

🕷️ One of the popular drow board games is sava - equivalent of chess, of sorts. I remember that it was described in Dissolution (War of the Spider Queen series) as a board game that represents war between two noble houses, with grid-like, web-shaped board and game pieces named Mother, Priestess, Wizard, Warrior and Slave. There is also a pair of dice the players can throw in certain circumstances to have a chance for special move. One of the rules is that the player who disturbs the arrangement of pieces on the board (by accident or on purpose) loses the game.

🕷️ In taverns, drow like to gamble and they often play dice and cards, but as far as I remember, no details of such games were mentioned. They also practice knife throwing and engage in drinking contests for fun.

🕷️ There is also a game played to score social points, mainly during formal parties - charhylniss. Basically, it is a conversation game when a drow tries to make their conversational opponent openly angry, using manipulation. Participant who openly loses their cool, loses the game.

Personally, I really like the concept of charhylniss. Sounds like a great opportunity for an intelligent drow to subtly and bloodlessly prove themselves to be superior to their rival!

[gyunikum]

Käärijan prompt: Bojan has languages georg'd and has learnt better Finnish than Käärijä's English.

Below the cut! Enjoy this petit fours!

Jere is mesmerised by Bojan's fake British accent, but somehow his tongue, that fucking wriggly obscene tongue can not compute the likes of bottle of water. Whenever he trips over, he laughs with that abashed giggle, perhaps the only time Bojan sees Jere being not so confident even among friends. Jere is anything but shy, and yet that awkward chuckle upon butchering yet another one of Bojan's English examples comes about until Bojan grows tired of it.

The third Finnish word Jere teaches Bojan is a tongue-twister because of fucking course it is.

Ääliö, älä lyö, ööliä läikkyy! - Jere keeps yelling and laughing it, flicking his tongue like some sort of physical hyperbole, while spritzing a bottle of beer about the table. Bojan picks up on it like there's glue on his tongue for words to get caught. The ös and ys are easy, he's heard enough Hungarian in his life before, though with each drink of beer his lips grow more and more numb, until, in the end, whatever comes out of his mouth is a mix of Slovene, English and Finnish, all with their different tonalities creating a sort of linguistic abomination that cracks up both of them.

The Finnish words roll off his tongue like the Sava, a gentle-looking but powerful river, smooth surface with an undercurrent of something ancient. Bojan feels like he's drowning in them, until Jere, laughing, he's always laughing because he's so happy, coaxes the words out of his throat, around the lump that keeps growing still each time a moment of clarity hits Bojan.

After the fourth bottle of beer, Bojan has mastered Finnish, and Jere is so impressed that he leans close to plant a friendly smooch on his cheek, except it lands on the corner of Bojan's mouth. If Finnish had a taste, it would be this--alcohol and snus notwithstanding.

[brookston]

Holidays 1.14

Holidays

Assembly Line Workers' Day

Caesarean Section Day

Cat Day (French Republic)

Defender of the Motherland Day (Uzbekistan)

Diary Day (South Korea)

Flag Day (Georgia)

George Price Day (Belize)

Human Be-In Day

International Kite Day

International Male Chastity Day

Makar Sankranti (Kite Day; India)

Mallard Day (Oxford, England)

National Dolls Doing Business Day

National Dress Up Your Pet Day

National Forest Conservation Day (Thailand)

National Pothole Day (UK) [Closest Weekday to 15th]

National Saturday the 14th

National STI-Q Day

National Undhiyu Day (India)

National Vodou Day (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Organize Your Home Day

Revolution and Youth Day (Tunisia)

Schnitzelbank Day

STIQ Day (UK)

Sultan’s Day (Malaysia)

Take a Missionary to Lunch Day

Unknown Citizens Day (Philippines)

Veterans Day (India)

World Logic Day (UN)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cakes and Ale Day (England)

Hot Pastrami Sandwich Day

National Undhiyu Day (India)

2nd Sunday in January

Baptism of the Lord [Sunday after Epiphany]

Blessing of the Sea (Margate, UK) [Sunday after 6th]

Meitlisunntig (Switzerland) [2nd Sunday]

National Sunday Supper Day [2nd Sunday]

No Pants Subway Ride [2nd Sunday]

Volunteer Fireman's Day [2nd Sunday]

Yamayaki (Grass Burning on Mount Wakakasuyama & Fireworks; Japan)

Independence & Related Days

Ratification Day (Treaty of Paris ratified, ending Revolutionary War; US; 1784)

Journée de la souveraineté retrouvée (Restored Sovereignty Day; Mali)

New Year’s Days

Amenzu n Yennayer (a.k.a. Aseggwas Amaziɣ, ⴰⵙⴳⴳⴰⵙ ⴰⵎⴰⵣⵉⵖ or Amazigh New Year; Algeria)

Azhyrnykhua (Abkhazia; Day the World was Created)

The Burning o' the Clavie (Burghead, Scotland)

Hen Galan (Wales)

New Year's Day (Julian Calendar)

Novy God (Russian New Year)

Old New Year (a.k.a. ... 

Alter Silvester (Switzerland)

Anul Nou pe stil vechi (Romania)

Հին Նոր տարի (Armenia)

Стары Новы год (Belarus)

Стара Нова година (Bulgaria, Macedonia)

Старый Новый год (Russia)

Српска Нова година (Serbia)

Старий Новий рік (Ukraine)

ძველით ახალი წელი (Georgia)

Παλαιό νέο έτος (Greece)

Orthodox New Year (Bosnia and Herzegovina)

Yennayer (Berber Calendar New Year’s Day)

Festivals Beginning January 14, 2024

Africa Cup of Nations (Abidjan, Ivory Coast) [thru 2.11]

Cologne Furniture Fair (Cologne, Germany) [thru 1.18]

Critics’ Choice Awards (Santa Monica, California)

Fire & Ice Festival: Under the Sea (Somerset, Pennsylvania) [thru 1.14]

International Istanbul Open Backgammon Championship (Istanbul, Turkey) [thru 1.14]

Martin Luther King Parade, Walking the Talk, and Festival (Long Beach, California)

School Nutrition Industry Conference (Orland, Florida) [thru 1.16]

Feast Days

Barba'shmin (a.k.a. Barbasceminus; Christian; Saint)

Barry the Honeybee (Muppetism)

Basil of Ostrong (a.k.a. Basil the Great; Orthodox Church; Saint) [Serbia]

Berthe Morisot (Artology)

Bhogi begins (Festival to Surya, a Solar Diety; India)

Buddha (Positivist; Saint)

Circumcision of Jesus Christ (Orthodox Church)

Devasahayam Pillai (Latin Church; Blessed)

Divina Pastora (Barquisimeto)

Dondoyaki (Fire Festival; Japan)

Einar Hákonarson (Artology)

Eivind Berggrav (Lutheran)

Feast of Divina Pastora (Barquisimeto, Venezuela)

Feast of Nina (Bulgaria)

Feast of the Ass (Medieval Christianity)

Felix of Nola (Christian; Martyr)

Festum Asinorum (Medieval Burlesque Festival)

Gort Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Guido Franch Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Henri Fantan-Latour (Artology)

Hestia’s Day (Pagan)

Hilary (Christian; Saint)

Isaias and Sabbas (Christian; Saint)

Jean-Baptiste van Loo (Artology)

Macrina the Elder (Christian; Saint)

Odoric of Pordenone (Christian; Saint)

Pongol (Tamil Harvest Festival, India) [Usually 1.14 or 15]

Sava of Serbia (Christian; Saint)

Sidereal Winter Solstice (South, Southeast Asian cultures)  (a.k.a. ... 

Magh Bihu (Assam)

Maghe Sankranti (Nepal)

Maghi (Haryana, Himachal Pradesh, Punjab)

Makar Sankranti (Harvest Festival; India, Malaysia, Thailand)

Pongol begins (Tamil Nadu)

Tamil hai Pongal Day (Sri Lanka)

Uttarayan (Uttarakhand, Gujarat and Rajasthan)

Spell to Let Go Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Thai Pongal (Sri Lanka)

Thorrablat (a.k.a. Þorrablót; Midwinter Festival; Iceland)

Thorrablat (Norse/Heathen Festival to Thor, God of Thunder)

Traditional Day of Offering (Bhutan)

Wear a Colander Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 2 of 60)

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [5 of 57]

Premieres

Appleseed (Anime Film; 2005)

Batty Man, Parts 3 & 4 (Underdog Cartoon, S3, Eps. 31 & 32; 1967)

Belle (Anime Film; 2022)

The BFG, by Roald Dahl (Novel; 1982)

Bosko in Dutch (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

The Boy Named If, by Elvis Costello (Album; 2022)

Bugs’ Bonnets (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

Cape Fear, by John D. MacDonald (Novel; 1957)

The Captain and the Kids (MGM Cartoon; 1939)

Cookie’ with Gags (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1955)

Dog Gone Modern (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

Elektra (Film; 2005)

Father Brown (UK TV Series; 2015)

5-4-3-2-1 or The Quick Launch Counter (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 248; 1964)

Get Thee Behind Me Satan, recorded by Harriet Hilliard (Song; 1936)

Goof Gas Attack, Part 7 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 247; 1964)

A Helping Paw (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1941)

Home, Tweet Home (WB MM Cartoon; 1950)

The House (Animated Film; 2022)

Independent People, by Halldór Laxness (Novel; 1934)

In Good Company (Film; 2005)

Inside Llewyn Davis (Film; 2014)

Lonesome Traveler, by Jack Kerouac (Essays; 1960)

Low, by David Bowie (Album; 1977)

No Hunting (Disney Cartoon; 1955)

Other Voices, Other Rooms, by Truman Capote (Novel; 1948)

Paul Simon, by Paul Simon (Album; 1972)

Permanent Waves, by Rush (Album; 1980)

Pirates from Below (Animated Cartoon; Jonny Quest #18; 1965)

The Poseidon Adventure, by Paul Gallico (Novel; 1969)

Pueblo Pluto (Disney Cartoon; 1949)

Red Riding Hoodlum (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1957)

Sanford and Son (TV Series; 1972)

Saturday Evening Puss (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1950)

Scanners (Film; 1981)

The Today Show (TV Series; 1952)

Tosca, by Giacomo Puccini (Opera; 1900)

Waiting on a War, by the Foo Fighters (Song; 2021)

Today’s Name Days

Engelmar, Felix, Rainer (Austria)

Feliks, Malahija, Rajko, Srećko (Croatia)

Radovan (Czech Republic)

Felix (Denmark)

Feliks, Õnneleid (Estonia)

Sakari, Saku, Sasu (Finland)

Nina (France)

Engelmar, Felix, Rainer (Germany)

Nina (Greece)

Bódog (Hungary)

Dazio, Macrina (Italy)

Raitis, Roberta, Roberts (Latvia)

Auksė, Feliksas, Hilarijus, Laimis (Lithuania)

Herbjørg, Herbjørn (Norway)

Feliks, Hilary, Odo, Radogost (Poland)

Nina (Romania)

Radovan (Slovakia)

Félix (Spain)

Felicia, Felix (Sweden)

Adam, Nina (Ukraine)

Alair, Felice, Felicia, Felicity, Felix, Hilary, Hillary, Hillery (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 14 of 2024; 352 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 2 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Beth (Birch) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 4 (Ding-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 4 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 3 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 14 White; Sevenday [13 of 30]

Julian: 1 January 2024

Moon: 15%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 14 Moses (1st Month) [Buddha]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 25 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 24 of 31)

Calendar Changes

January (a.k.a. Ianuarius; Julian Calendar) [Month 1 of 12]

[littlemourningstarr]

Dear Agony

One year after their first visit, Sekh and Astarion return to Lolth's Cradle, searching for answers, for truth, for closure. But closure comes with a hefty price- and if Sekh is willing to pay it, it could be the end of who he is, of everything he has become.

Read on AO3!

Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, blood drinking, blowjobs, rimming, anal fingering, multiple orgasms, hands free orgasm, prostate milking, angst, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, violence, gore, hurt/comfort

List of drow terms: Sava - a board game similar to Chess or Lanceboard. Jaluk - derogatory term for a man Szarkai - albino drow

This one is simply too long to post on tumblr, sorry everyone! But it is available in it's entirety on AO3.

[centralperkchenford]

Chenford + "what do you think would have happened if Tamara never walked in?" 💜

Stay, stay, stay (I've been lovin' you for quite some time, time, time)

Chenford + "what do you think would have happened if Tamara never walked in?" 💜

I hope you enjoy this anon! 💞

“Hey I have a question for you.” Tim says as he sits next to Lucy on the couch. After being caught yet again by Lucy’s roommate it got him thinking about the first time she had walked on the kissing.

“Hmm?” Lucy looks up at him briefly from her phone and raises her eyebrows slightly.

“What do you think would have happened if Tamara hadn’t walked in?” He asks her. Lucy tilts her head at him which he finds strangely adorable.

“Tim, you and I both know what would of happened. You practically had my—”

“No!” He says quickly. “Not today or yesterday.. but the first time.” He grins slightly remembering both times.

Tim watches as his girlfriend’s face changes as she realizes what he’s talking about.

“Oh you mean.. when we practiced kissing for the UC op.” Tim nods and Lucy glances at him quickly, her face turning a little red.

“I- what do you think would have happened Tim?” She asks him. He looks over her face but she remains neutral.

Tim sits back against the sofa and thinks about it. He knew she had taken him by surprise when she had kissed him like her life depended on it. He had already been annoyed that she was criticizing him for his little peck, which to be fair he knew was kind of pathetic. He really wasn’t sure what would of happened. They probably would of kept kissing but he wasn’t sure it would of gone much farther than that. He knew after that, in the hallway that he wanted it to go farther. Maybe not right then while they both were in relationships but later.

“Tim.” Lucy prompts him and he sighs. He knows he has to answer her.

“Honestly?” He starts turning fully so he is facing her. “I don’t know. You kind of just sprung the kiss on me. And my mind was spinning after. If we hadn’t been interrupted I think my brain would of caught up eventually. But honestly Lucy I don’t know.” And that was the truth. He wasn’t sure what would have happened. He knew how he felt after. But in the moment he had no idea.

Lucy nods and she fidgets with the blanked sprawled across her lap. She bites her lip and he knows she’s thinking about her answer.

“I don’t know either- I didn’t want to stop. I had a dream about it and Tamara interrupted that too-”

Tim snorts in amusement. “You had a dream about the kiss?”

She blushes again and nods. “It was quite the kiss.” She says and she moves closer to him.

Tim hums in agreement and pulls her in for a kiss because he can.

A few days later, Lucy has her own question for Tim. His question the other day got her thinking. This time though they were in bed, tired from the day. Lucy moves herself so she is fully facing Tim. His eyes half closed and Lucy realized he’s about to fall asleep. So in her usual nervous way she blurts out her question.

“What do you think would have happened if Chris wasn’t on the couch bleeding?”

Tim opens one eye and then the other, he studied her for a minute. She watches as his face changes and she remembers what she was thinking that night. She didn’t just invite him in for drinks, she invited him in because she wanted more.

The fact that they were both in relationships completely leaving her mind.

What happens undercover stays undercover she remembers him saying.

“I knew it was wrong to come in.” He finally says. “I knew that but god Lucy I wanted more and I didn’t think you did after—”

It’s basic biology. She doesn’t say it out loud but she knows that’s what he’s thinking about

“Right so you were coming in for a drink.” She asks and Tim immediately shakes his head.

“No.” He says. “I was coming in because I was thinking, we were still dressed as Jake and Sava so it wasn’t technically— even though it was. But I wanted more Lucy, from the point forward I did.”

“Me too.” She whispers. “Even after everything. Chris. UC School. Ashley. I wanted more.”

Silence falls over them as they realize they would have cheated on their respective partners because their want for each other was overpowering. Lucy realizes she was never like that before. She would have never even thought about cheating on her boyfriend. She knew how she felt about Tim back then and now were different. Back then it was more of a want, she was needy and desperate and willing to do anything just to be with him. Now it was still a want but it was a calmer kind of want. One that she knew she got to come home to him everyday.

Tim pulls her out of her thoughts by leaning forward and kissing her.

“You know I am glad we didn’t do anything that night. If we had who knows if we would be where we are now.”

“Me too.” She pauses for a minute. “We are exactly where we are suppose to be.”

Tim pulls her closer and kisses the top of head in agreement.

They are exactly where they are suppose to be. And there was no other place she would rather be.

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Most El Nido restaurants offer vegan options with a twist. Among them is Taste El Nido - The Vegan Cafe PH, one of the best vegan-friendly restaurants located within the town proper. Taste El Nido is widely known for serving plant-based dishes and nutritious fruit shakes.

They have a well-curated menu of breakfast options, including a wide selection of eye-catching and flavorful smoothie bowls. Their vegan smoothies also come in authentic fruit flavors. It is also highly recommended to try their specialty coffee, tea, chia-infused juice, and other vegan snacks like banana nut bread. For their main entrees, they have eggplant lasagna, Mexican chipotle rice bowl, mac and cheese, and pesto tomato cream cheese bagel.

Home to the famed fire-wood brick oven pizza in El Nido, Trattoria Altrove is an exclusive Italian restaurant that hints a Filipino-inspired interior design and promises authenticity that roots back to pizza’s birthplace—Naples, Italy. Trattoria’s signature hand-tossed dough that makes the famous Neapolitan pizza uses fresh ingredients cooked in a brick oven with intense heat that locks down natural flavors of all the ingredients.

Kitchen & Bar HUB is the in-house restaurant partner of Frendz Hostel in El Nido. They offer food & drinks from around the world as well as Filipino specialties. It's also a great spot to mingle and meet new people because a lot of tourists also stay here.

Big Bad Thai, on the other hand, is a rustic-themed restaurant that serves the most authentic Thai dishes in town. From the famed Pad Thai to Pad Krapow, Big Bad Thai perfectly curates their dishes based on the original Thai recipes. What sets this El Nido Thai restaurant apart from the rest is its homemade sauces with varying levels of spiciness. They also serve vegan options such as Som Tum (spicy green papaya salad) and Thai Morning Glory (fried spinach with garlic and oyster sauce).

After this filling food adventure, we started the El Nido night escapade with a good whole-body massage before hitting the bars for some night cap.

Apart from the available seats inside where one will be able to truly feel the tribal vibe SAVA is aiming for through their colorful wall paintings, the bar also features cushioned seats on amphitheater-style cemented seating at the garden beachfront.

This Beach Bar, apart from their cocktails and food, takes great pride in their place’s ambiance. This is in great connection to the thematic music nights born from the different DJs turning SAVA into a place incomparable to what it was the previous nights. Their Happy Hour promo is from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. and experience their selection of classic cocktails with a twist!

We had a few more drinks in Pangolin, and the rest was history.