#sir callan

[thesoulbonder]

Hi! First, I wanna say I love your art style it’s one of my personal fav’s and I’m invested in your Dnd royal family. Question though, does Vyncent ever find out about Zydia’s affair and were there any repercussions to Callan? 🤔

Hi! Thank you so much!! That’s so sweet :D

It’s been a while since I’ve talked about my “DND OCs” story, huh?

I’ve actually been reworking it so that the story makes actual sense, and there’s a lot of things that have MASSIVELY changed. As of right now, the Valoris Royal Family dynamic is pretty much unchanged, but that may change in the future. I still wanna be a bit hesitant about the lore I reveal, because I don’t know what I plan to keep or scrap.

Actually answering your question, though: Vyncent’s dumb, but not that dumb. I mean, Marigold is the spitting image of Callan, and Zyia never acted the same after she was born. As for Callan, he quit the Royal Guard the minute Vyncent returned to the castle, and he too was never the same after the ordeal.

Even when Vyncent got a full grasp of what happened when he was gone, the expression on Callan’s face when he had resigned said all it needed to. What he had to go through those couple months was already more than enough in terms of punishment.

Frame from a Scrapped Animatic ⤴️

[c-mulvey]

[hazel-of-sodor]

A Life Well Lived

A Life Well Lived

Ch.2 Living

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The Elsbridge Cafe had been excellent as always. Jane had been concerned they would arrive during the lunchtime rush, but once Thomas had been uncoupled from the tram in the Wellsworth Yard, they had made good time. Thomas had quickly proven why his express service from Tidmouth was known to locals as the Ffarquhar Flash. He had even overtaken James's local commuter, much to the red engine's ire.  

Derek had deeply enjoyed himself, as Controller it had been rare that he had been able to sit down and have a meal with his crews. Eating a meal with his wife and Thomas's crew had been a treat. Robert and Jonathan had been with the railway as long as Thomas had been, so they were old friends. The tank engine himself had been delighted with the warm bread roll the Derek had snuck out for him, quickly sharing it with Annie and Clarabel.

"You're spoiling him," Jane had dryly observed.

"That," Derek said with a smirk, "is Charle's problem now."

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Leaving Elsbridge, they had made good time up towards Ffarquhar, before stopping seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Jonathon had hopped down, and flipped a switch that was almost invisible in the undergrowth along the line. Thomas pulled forward onto old tracks hidden by weeds and Jonathon set the points back before climbing back aboard.

Thomas rolled carefully along old abandoned metals, the foliage around them almost brushing the windows of the coaches. He moved slowly but confidently through the woods.

Eventually they reached a clearing and Thomas rolled to a stop. Robert opened the door and Derek slowly climbed out. They were at an abandoned mine, old rails  lburrowed through the grass, forgotten machinery lay rusting under the afternoon sun, and before them an old engine shed lay closed.

Derek walked carefully up alongside Thomas, whose gaze was locked on the doors to the shed. Behind him he heard Jane follow.

"I'm sorry." Thomas said suddenly.

"Whatever for?" Derek asked in confusion.

Thomas refused to meet his eyes, "I wanted to tell you...but I couldn't risk them."

Derek glanced at the shed, then back at the number one. He still wouldn't meet his eyes.

 Derek slowly walked forward and pulled the doors. Despite their age, they opened easily, if creakily. It took a second for his eyes to adjust then...

"Derek!" Jane cried as his knees gave out from under him. She reached for him, but he was already scrambling up and into the shed.

 His hand met a face, and large eyes blinked slowly open. The small engine blinked owlishly, "Tad? What are you doing here?"

"Elsbridge." He cried with relief, tears running down his face. "I thought you'd been scrapped."

Jane stepped forward, a hand over her mouth and tears brimming at the sight of the coffee pot.

Elsbridge blinked, clearly not fully awake yet. "No. Tom saved us."

"Us? But..." Derek trailed off as he noticed she wasn't alone in the shed. Three other small engines were parked behind her. A tender engine sat beside them, but his eyes were only for the waking coffee pots.

"Tad? Mam?" Toryreck asked sleepily.

In the back Callan and Glynn struggled awake.

"You're here." Derek breathed, "you're all here!" He lunged forward, hugging Elsbridge tightly.

Large hot tears splashed onto his suit, but he ignored them in favor of the feeling of his oldest against his chest, alive.

"I'm glad to see you too, Tad."

 Jane was in a similar position with Tory, happily ignoring the tears falling into her hair.

Derek finally pulled back, but kept his hand on her cheek. "I'm so so sorry. I..."

"It's okay." Elsbridge interrupted, "We know.  We never thought you would order us scrapped. Tom told us what actually happened as soon as he knew."

"I should have known better than to leave you without protection."

Torywreck shook their head. "You had no idea they'd go behind your back like that." They smiled, "We never blamed you Tad. They grabbed us from our shed in the middle of the night and took us to the yard in Barrow. When we arrived, Tom was already waiting. The engine sent to get us had managed to warn him that morning. We were swapped out for trucks of parts from the works so the scrapyard would assume we had been taken apart at the works. We were in this shed by morning, and have been here ever since." 

To Derek's confusion, Jane looked angry rather than relieved at this explanation. She turned to face Thomas.

"You've let us think they were scrapped this whole time, knowing they were alive?" She asked, her voice shaking with anger.

"Yes," Thomas confirmed firmly but solemnly.

[cepetriwrites]

Alicent Reverses the Hourglass Chapter 50 Memes Pt 2

Gwayne mentally preparing himself to … whatever it is he’s supposed to do for this wedding

“Yes, yes,” Gwayne said, putting his hand to his eyes. “I only hope…I can do this correctly.”

Do what correctly??? Do what correctly man?

Back at it again with my niche memes

“If this were a traditional Valyrian wedding, I doubt you would have had much energy left by this late hour.” - Viserys

Like your geriatric ass could ever wear her out, you approximation of a rotting corpse.

(No one point out the fact that Daemon is only a few years younger ITS THE VIBES)

Can’t believe Daemon turn off his number two shipper asdgghjkl

(Number 1 is Maester Prall, obvi)

Me everytime Netty is mentioned

So is Netty your full name oooooor…..?

I feel like her skin color is never mentioned either… interesting…. (Brielyse tell me I’m not crazy)

“The cleansing water has passed through the recesses of the dragonpit and is imbued with dragon essence.”

Gwayne (& me) @ Alicent

You can hear me gagging at the thought of COLD black water touching my body. The moment they dumped it on my head without warning I would’ve swung.

Callan tapped the brand. “This glyph reads ‘fire’.” She said. “It is branded into your skin to symbolise your undying commitment to your intended.”

Callan explaining the branding to Alicent

Gwayne syking himself up to brand his sister

I know this man’s scared cause this is the type of thing your siblings slap the shit out you for.

“The brand is always on the chest.” Callan said.

“No, Ser Gwayne is right,” Prall said. “The Prince asked for Lady Alicent to be branded on the hand instead. He said that chest would be too painful.”

Daemon really said:

Fair, God gave me amazing tits and you want me to damage them? I think not sir.

~~~

I’m curious to see if I’ll get chapter 50 done in 3 or 4 parts… we shall see

Memes Masterpost

[notebooks-and-laptops]

I'm probably not going to phrase this right, but I love when everything in dragon age goes back to Ostagar, to that one moment that was so shocking and vital to players as it was to the whole world. It was just a lost battle, but it's why the Hero of Ferelden had to become the Hero of Ferelden. It was just a lost battle, but it's why Alistair was forced to reveal he may be King. It was just a lost battle, but it's why Hawkes family became refugees and ended up in Kirkwall. It was just a lost battle, but the knock on effects meant Cullen's life was saved, meant that Leliana became the left hand, put these people in a position to found the inquisition. It was just a lost battle, but in the comics it comes up to - the moment Duncan and King Callan died haunts Sir Aaron Hawthorne. It's there, constantly lurking in the background, the beginning for the player and so many characters, a tragedy that's tattooed itself onto the very core of Thedas and the franchise. And idk I think that's neat.

[theholmwoodfoundation]

THE HOLMWOOD FOUNDATION PILOT EPISODE CAST/CREW - PART ONE

REBECCA ROOT - MADDIE TOWNSEND/MINA HARKER

Rebecca trained at Mountview Academy of Theatre Arts. Theatre credits include A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Shakespeare’s Globe, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time for the National Theatre (UK and Ireland tour); Rathmines Road for Fishamble at the Abbey Theatre, Dublin; Trans Scripts at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe and American Repertory Theater in Cambridge, Massachusetts; The Bear / The Proposal at the Young Vic; and Hamlet at the Gielgud Theatre and Athens International Festival. TV, Film and Video Game credits include Monsieur Spade, This Is Christmas, Irvine Welsh’s Crime, Hogwarts Legacy, Horizon Forbidden West, Heartstopper, Annika, The Rising, Sex Education, The Gallery, The Queen’s Gambit, Finding Alice, Creation Stories, Last Christmas, The Sisters Brothers, Colette, The Danish Girl, Flack, The Romanoffs, Moominvalley, Hank Zipzer, Boy Meets Girl, Doctors, Casualty, The Detectives, and Keeping Up Appearances.  Radio credits include Clare In The Community, Life Lines, The Hotel, and 1977 for BBC Radio 4. Guest appearances include Woman’s Hour, Front Row, Loose Ends, Saturday Live, and A Good Read.  She plays Tania Bell in the award-winning Doctor Who: Stranded audio dramas. Rebecca has also recorded numerous documentary narrations, audiobooks, and voice-overs. Rebecca is also a voice and speech coach, holding the MA in Voice Studies from Royal Central School of Speech and Drama.

SEAN CARLSEN - JEREMY LARKIN/ JONATHAN HARKER

Born in South Wales, Seán trained at the Royal Welsh College of Music & Drama. He has worked extensively in audio drama, television, theatre and film.  Seán is perhaps best known to Doctor Who fans as Narvin in the Doctor Who audio series Gallifrey and has appeared on TV in Doctor Who - The Christmas Invasion and Torchwood. Recent TV credits include Mudtown (BBCiplayer/S4C), Dal y Mellt (Netflix), His Dark Materials (BBC1), All Creatures Great and Small (Channel 5), A Mother's Love (Channel 4) and Series 5 of Stella (Sky1).  Films include supporting leads in Boudica - Rise of the Warrior Queen, cult horror The Cleansing,  the lead in Forgotten Journeys and John Sheedy’s forthcoming film ‘Never Never Never’

SAM CLEMENS - ARTHUR JONES

Samuel Clemens trained at the Drama Centre London and is an award-winning director with over twenty years’ experience. Samuel has recently written and directed his debut feature film ‘The Waterhouse’ with Take The Shot Films & Featuristic Films and represented by Raven Banner Entertainment, which is due for release this coming year.  In addition, he has directed fourteen short films, winning awards all over the world including shorts ‘Surgery (multi-award winning), A Bad Day To Propose (Straight 8 winner 2021), Say No & Dress Rehearsal’. Samuel also directs critically acclaimed number one UK stage tours and fringe shows (Rose Theatre Kingston, Swansea Grand, Eastbourne, Yvonne Arnaud, Waterloo East Theatre) and commercials include clients JD Sports, Shell and Space NK. Samuel is also a regular producer and director for Big Finish Productions & Anderson Entertainment. He has cast, directed, produced and post supervised numerous productions of ‘Doctor Who – (BBC), The Avengers (Studio Canal), Thunderbirds, Stingray (Anderson Entertainment), Callan, Missy, Gallifrey’& Shilling & Sixpence Investigate’ and many more. Samuel has directed world class talent such as, Sir Roger Moore, Ben Miles, Tom Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Alex Kingston, Frank Skinner, Rita Ora, Rosie Huntingdon-Whiteley, Rufus Hound, David Warner, Celia Imrie, Samuel West, Youssef Kerkour, Sophie Aldred, Ian McNiece, Colin Baker, Olivia Poulet, Stephen Wight, Jade Anouka, Mimi Ndwendi, Michelle Gomez, Peter Davidson, Paul O’Grady and many more. Samuel is one of the founding members and directors at Take The Shot Films Ltd and is Head of Artistic Creation and Direction. Lastly, Samuel is a regular tutor at The London Film Academy, The Giles Foreman Centre for Acting & The Rose Youth Theatre and is a member of The Directors Guild UK. As for upcoming projects, Sam is currently in pre-production on his next feature film “On The Edge of Darkness”, which is based on his dad’s stage play “Strictly Murder”.

ATTILA PUSKAS - DRACULA

Attila Puskás is a native Hungarian Voice Actor born in Transylvania – Romania, so Romanian is in his bag of tricks too, but most of his work is done in English, in a Transatlantic Eastern European Accent, but is quite capable of Hungarian, Romanian and International Eastern European accents, plus Standard American. His voice range is Adult to Middle Aged (30-40+) due to his deep voice. Vocal styles can range from authoritive, brooding to calming and reassuring and much more. He’s most experienced in character work, like Animations and Games, but his skills encompass Commercials to Narration as well. He’s received training through classes and workshops, pushing him to the next level to achieve higher standards. Now on a journey to perfect these skills and put them to good use!

PART TWO: HERE

PART THREE: HERE

[stories-of-the-nrm]

James, Emily & The Black Loch Monster

It was a bright day on the Island of Sodor. James and Emily were resting by the water tower when Sir Topham Hatt arrives.

"James and Emily. I am opening a branch line up in Misty Valley. You are both to travel up to Callan. Lord Callan will be there to give you your assignments."

They both say yes sir and start heading to Killdane Station where they turned around to head north to Callan Station.

"I hope the line has a splendid view. My passengers will certainly enjoy that."

"Your passengers? How do you know you'll be pulling passengers?"

James sighs.

"Emily. Emily. Emily. Isn't it obvious? I'm a splendid red engine. Someone like me would naturally pull passengers."

Emily rolls her eyes as they arrive. Lord Callan is waiting there.

"Thank you for coming. I would like to try you both out on two jobs. Because this is a small village, I will have one passenger train to Black Loch and one freight train dedicated to delivering flour for our bakery. James today you will be taking passengers while Emily delivers the flour. You will be switching duties every day for one week."

"Yes sir."

"Now then James. Your first train will be departing in 15 minutes."

"I'm on my way sir."

James puffs away to collect his coaches.

"Emily, you may go to the flour mill and start shunting trucks for your first delivery."

"Yes sir."

She whistles as she goes to the flour mill in Suddery.

"All I need to do is shunt some trucks and take the train back to Callan Station. This flour delivery should be easy."

Sure enough the flour delivery was smooth as silk. Emily rests in a siding when James returns from his passenger duties.

"Hello James. You look worried."

"Oh Emily. It was awful. I just saw a monster."

Emily stifles a laugh.

"What?"

"There was a landslide that made me stop. I was right by the lake when I saw it. My passengers called it the Black Loch Monster."

"Oh James you must have been seeing things. There are no such things as monsters."

Try as he might, James couldn't convince Emily that such a monster exists. Even the next day Emily still doesn't believe him.

"James think logically. Lord Callan lives up at the castle. If anyone would know about what lives in the lake, it would be him. There's no way he would have us take passengers if it was dangerous."

It suddenly begins to rain.

"Just be careful, Emily. You might think I'm exaggerating about the monster, but I'm not exaggerating about the landslide. With this rain there'll be one for sure."

Emily toots her whistle as she pulls away with her passenger train.

"We'll be watching for landslides I can guarantee you that."

And they do. As they near the lake, rumbling noises can be heard.

"We're slowing down Emily. It's best to be stuck on this side so our passengers can at least be taken back to the station."

It was the right thing to do as the rumbling get louder. Some of her passengers scream as there's a rockslide only a few feet in front of her.

"Phew. Good thing James warned us about the area."

Then Emily can hear some of her passengers pointing at the water.

"What are those black lups in the water?"

"Is it a monster?"

Emily starts to feel nervous after remembering what James said.

"Oh no! There is a Black Loch monster."

Emily shuts her eyes in horror. Then she hears cameras going off.

"That's not a monster. It's a family of seals."

Emily opens her eyes. Sure enough there's a few seals sitting on some rocks.

"James tricked me. Why would he do that?!"

Her driver soothes Emily.

"It was a harmless joke. Anyone could mistake seals for something else in this weather."

After spending a couple hours admiring the view, Emily tries to reverse back to Callan Station. All of her passengers approach Lord Callan about the trip as Emily rests in a siding.

"You were right about the landslides James. Driver stopped once we heard rumbling noises."

"Did you see the monster?"

Emily groans.

"You know exactly what they are."

"Seals? Well... yes, I knew it was a family of seals. I was only joking with you. I'm sorry, Emily."

Lord Callan approaches them.

"I was just informed about the landslide and your discovery. Tomorrow, I will be canceling the passenger services. James you will be taking a surveying crew in the morning to the site of the landslide. If the line continues to be at risk, I'll have to consider adjusting the route or closing it."

"Yes sir. What time will the crew arrive at Callan Station?"

He pulls out his time table.

"Donald will be arriving at 7 am. I would like to follow our regular schedule so you will be taking them to the site at 8 am."

"Yes sir."

He turns to Emily.

"Emily you will be following our regular schedule for our flour service. When you are done, I should have an invoice of supplies the crew will need to clear the area. We weren't so fortunate this time as we were yesterday where James simply pushed through."

"Yes sir. Where will I be going to collect the supplies?"

"Depending on what's on the invoice, you might have to travel the island. I will provide you more details when you return by noon. Until then, you can return to your shed for the night."

They both toot their whistles and leave the station.

"What do you think will happen regarding the landslide site?"

"I don't know James. It can't be just a coincidence for both of us to get stuck only 24 hours apart."

"I hope there won't be another one tomorrow. We could be trapped for who knows how long."

Once they arrive at the sheds they try to settle in for the night. After a day of cleaning up the site, Emily spends the next day taking the crew up and down the line.

"Thank you for your help, Emily. I should let you and James know what your duties will be in the morning. I have a lot to discuss with the surveying crew."

"Yes sir."

While resting in a siding, James, having been dusted off the flour, arrived to see Emily.

"Hello James. You look cross."

"It was windy today, Emily. That makes for very dusty work. The miller said I was like a baguette with wheels!"

She chuckles.

"But at least your work doesn't go to waste. The surveying crew appreciate the sandwiches they were able to get from your delivery."

"Yes that's true."

Once the line is cleared for service, Emily takes her first passenger train. To her dismay some workmen are clearing out the pile of rocks by the lake. Even her passengers look sad.

"Such a shame they have to take out the rocks so the track can be further away from the ledge."

"Those poor seals. I hope they won't be disturbed too much because of this."

Sure enough her passengers return disappointed.

"I couldn't get a single picture of the seals."

"I know. All you could see were some black lumps way off in the distance."

Emily feels like she let her passengers down. She decides to talk with Lord Callan.

"Excuse me my Lord, can I talk to you?"

"Of course, Emily. How was your passenger train?"

"The trip itself was uneventful, sir. My passengers though were very unhappy that the workmen were taking the rocks out of the lake."

He strokes his beard.

"Yes this was a cost effective method to continue passenger services without having to reroute the line."

"But if I may say so my Lord, the passengers seem to enjoy taking pictures of the seals resting on the rocks. I saw a lot more cameras today than my other trains."

He sighs.

"I understand your concerns. I assure you that I will be working with zoologists so we can continue our project without causing permanent damage to my lake. I'm well aware of the importance in scenery."

"Yes sir."

"In the meantime, thank you for the update. I will be posting notices so our passengers concerns are addressed. This project will take time to complete. Patience from all parties must be exercised."

The telephone rings inside the station.

"That must be the zoologists now. You may rest, Emily."

"Thank you, sir."

The next day, James pulls up to the station and sees people with signs. While there fortunately weren't any riots, Lord Callan looked displeased.

"James do you mind telling me what those signs were about?"

"Yes, my Lord. Some university students were advocating against seal hunting. There were only peaceful protests as they waved their signs in front of the castle."

Lord Callan shakes his head.

"Things will only get out of hand once activists get involved. I know a lot of them mean well, but they must understand that this can't be done over night."

"Sir?"

He looks up.

"Thank you, James. I believe some time soon you will be transporting some members of Parliament. Perhaps then we'll get something settled."

"Yes sir."

After many protests, Lord Callan finally announces the Conservation of Seals Act.

"This law is to provide for the protection and conservation of seals in England and Wales and Scotland and in the adjacent territorial waters. That makes it illegal to cruelly remove or kill seals."

The crowd cheers. To the protestors, their voices have been heard. The seals will be safe now that the rocks will be moved to the other side of the lake closer to the castle.

"Lord Callan looks very pleased."

"I can see why, James. Now that the seals are safe, tourists won't have to worry about anymore protestors."

And they were. With more trains scheduled than Lord Callan expected, he makes a very important decision.

"Well Emily, I would like to ask how you feel about the latest passenger service."

"Oh it's lovely. The passengers love the view of the seals by your castle."

"Splendid. Now how would you like to pull the passenger train permanently?"

Emily is pleased of course, but she also knows the same could be said for James.

"Oh it would be an honor. But if it's alright with you my Lord, James enjoys pulling passengers, really."

"I see. In that case, I want you to show him the surprise I have tomorrow morning ahead of his passenger train."

"Yes sir."

She returns to the shed. The next morning she wakes James up early.

"Come on, James. Wake up."

"What? You wanted to show me something, Emily?"

"Yes. Lord Callan has a surprise that I know you'll like."

James follows Emily and is surprised to see a set of brand new coaches painted in Lord Callan's colors.

"Oh. So shiny."

Lord Callan arrives.

"Yes with the proceeds from the first week of passenger trains, I was able to buy a special set of coaches. I also decided to give you both the job of pulling trains. Donald and Douglas will be handling my flour delivery during busy season."

"Oh thank you so much, my Lord. It really is an honor."

He laughs as the two engines get their work day started. None of this would've happened if it wasn't for the "Black Loch Monster".

AN: Thank you @postmodernpre-grouping for requesting this. I like to think these engines have a genuine impact on the world around them. Lord Callan is nobility after all and the then Prince Charles was known for his environmentalism.

Tagging: @jayde-jots, @thefedoragirl, @nelllia, @ihatewoodpeckers, @gold-dust599,

@klein-sodor-bahn, @captain1unikitty, @mystarsignisno, @toast-com, @6220coronation,

and @colaxcoco.

[the-railways-of-seidrey]

So I was always wondering about the tartans used in T&F, and I think I have found them. These are the best of my knowledge and if anyone else has info I'd love to hear it.

So, first we have the ones that Sir Topham Hatt and Lord Callan from Bad Day at Castle Loch

So STH's is likely Sutherland Old Ancient

And Lord Callan's is likely in MacLachlin Modern

And in the CGI series Lord Callan is wearing a different

And I think this one is Maclay Modern

Maybe not a perfect match, but it's the closest I've found so far

[rygoespop]

Thomas and Friends: Tales from Sodor (Story 90): Isobella and The Party

Narrator: Isobella and The Party

Scene opens with a busy day at a construction yard, as The Pack were hard at work

Byron: *plowing the dirt* Heave ho! Glorious dirt!

Oliver: Oh, don't get too jolly Byron

Just then, Ms. Jenny arrived

Ms. Jenny: Attention all Pack Members, I got an announcement!

Alfie: What is it?

Ms. Jenny: In honor of our hard work, we'll be having a party!

The Pack Members: Hooray! Hooray!

Ms. Jenny: Quiet!

The Pack Members were quiet

Ms. Jenny: Right, so I have a request at the bakery to make a cake for guests we're having, I need Isobella to collect it

Isobella: You can count on me Ms. Jenny! *she races off to the bakery*

Jack: Wait up Isobella! *he races off to catch up with Isobella*

Oliver: Jack what are you doing?

Alfie: Come back!

Scene transitions to Isobella rolling down the road to the bakery

Narrator: Soon, Isobella was rolling down to the bakery, she was about to have something unexpected

Jack: Isobella! *he honks his horn*

Isobella: Jack?! What are you doing? Go back to the site!

Jack: No Isobella! I can't stay behind, so I'm coming too!

Isobella: Jack please! Ms. Jenny wanted me to get the cake!

Jack: Oh please Isobella, let me come too!

Isobella: *reluctant* Oh ok fine! You can come!

Jack: Yes!

Isobella: Come along you troublemaker

Jack and Isobella roll together down the road to the bakery

Jack: I promise I won't cause trouble

Scene transitions to Jack and Isobella, at the Bakery

Narrator: Soon, Jack and Isobella arrive at the Bakery, the baker secured a cake on Isobella's flatbed

The Baker: Be careful, the roads could be bumpy

Isobella: Don't worry, we're the Pack

Jack: We'll get there in time

Jack and Isobella both head back to The Pack

The Bakery: Take care you two!

Scene transitions to Jack and Isobella, both rolling down the road

Narrator: As soon as Jack and Isobella were heading back to The Pack, there was bound to be trouble

Isobella: *rolled onto the Bumpy roads* Oh! These roads aren't mended well!

Jack: *rolled onto the Bumpy Roads as well* Yeah, this is what The Baker warned us!

Narrator: Then, there was trouble!

Isobella rolled onto a bump, causing the cake to fly out of her flatbed and onto a Muddy field

Isobella: What was- *gasps and saw what happened* The cake!

Jack: It's in that Muddy field! Don't worry, I'll get it! *he rolls onto the Muddy Field*

Isobella: Hurry Jack!

Jack raced to the cake with his bucket ready to grab it, until he heard an engine sound

Jack: That sounds like- *realized the sound* Terence!

Terence the Tractor was plowing the field, unaware of Jack and the cake in the Muddy field

Jack: Terence! Stop! *he honks his horn*

Terence: Jack? *sees the cake in front of his path* Farmer Finney, stop!

Farmer Finney puts Terence on Stop

Terence: *comes to a stop, inches from the cake* Phew, that was close

Isobella: Is everything alright Jack?

Jack: Yeah!

Scene transitions to Farmer Finney added the Cake back on Isobella's flatbed

Narrator: Soon, Farmer Finney putted the cake back on Isobella's Flatbed

Jack and Isobella set off again

Jack: Bye Terence!

Terence: Bye Jack, tell Thomas I said hello!

Scene transitions to Night, as all the Pack Members gather, evenly Ms. Jenny and her guests (such as Sir Topham Hatt, Lady Hatt, Mr. Percival, Fergus Duncan, Sir Robert Norramby, and Lord Callan arrive)

Narrator: The night, a party was held

Isobella: I'm sorry I was a bit cross at you early about telling you to return to the site

Jack: It's alright Isobella, I mean we did have an adventure

Isobella: Your right, it was fun!

Jack: We should do it again in the future

Alfie: Even me?

Jack: Even you Alfie

Steam Clouds rolled in

Story End

[arc-77]

@debelltio from Bounty Hunter Sentence Starters

“And what is the price on my head now?”  / indulge the man, Fordo, tell him 😩

A sound comes through his vocoder that, judging by the subtle rise and fall of his shoulders it accompanied, must have been chuckling. He taps through a series of screens on his datapad, opening up the former-Director of Advanced Weapons Research Orson Callan Krennic's page in the Imperial Bounty Database, and then hands over the device to the man pictured.

"High enough that I considered it."

There's truth in his admission. The sum was, to put it lightly, a life-changing amount of credits — enough for an entire family-tree to live in comfort for generations. Orson knew Fordo well enough to know that he always weighed his choices carefully, exploring every possible avenue. In this context, it's a bit of a grim thought: his life was in the Dark Trooper's hands. That Orson was not in stun-cuffs right now was the surest sign of the trooper's continued loyalty. He wasn't the type to change his mind after coming to a conclusion.

"You're lucky they wouldn't have paid out in full, sir." He jokes, using the appropriate tone of voice that his former superior would recognize as such. Though major, that was not the deciding factor.

[anundyingfidelity]

First I am so sorry because I feel I took so long to read this

Second, A FUCKING MASTERPIECE AS ALWAYS OMGGGGGG Gurl idk i love the playfulness in here, the way he makes Kaida feel so good with his words and KWKFKWKFDKKF How they meet in the end, like I know he's enjoying it LMFAO Im blushing and wet right now 😭😭😭😭

I LOVE THIS, THANK YOU AUTHOR YOU'RE AMAZING AND SO IS YOUR WRITING, FUCK I LOVE YOU DIRECTOR ORSON CALLAN KRENNIC MY BELOVED I AM AT YOUR KNEES SIR

It's Not A Game If It's Real

Okay, so I know what this looks like, I know how it looks, it was supposed to be a one-shot, but ya gal just can't stop writing! So here's the masterlist for when another chapter is written. Can't guarantee there will be much story, but hey, let's not lie to ourselves, plot is just secondary at this point.

Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 1

The first assignment you had and you would be leading a whole department. What a great fucking night this would be!

     More than that, it was a great excuse for you to wear the most beautiful thing you owned, a floor length black dress, a slit that ran all the way up your thigh, a halter neck that revealed almost all of your back, a v that stopped just above your stomach. Damn, you were hot. The black heels that you rarely wore helped to straighten your back and elongated your neck. You felt so fucking sexy.

     You kept your makeup minimal, just enough to lengthen your lashes, plump your lips and give just a little colour to your cheeks.

     You looked at yourself in the mirror once more, deciding that the little diamond bracelet was all the jewellery you needed to make yourself feel beautiful.

     Your friends were waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel you were staying in, a gorgeous, elegant building right in the middle of Coruscant, a place you could never have afforded alone, but on the Empire’s penny, it was barely anything to pay for class.

     The bar was one that not many of the imperial officers went to, out of the way and exactly what you needed to help secure your confidence in your new job.

     It was a great night, filled with champagne and laughter, one you’d not forget in a long time, but it was the crystal blue gaze that landed on you every so often from the bar, that really secured it.

     You had no real intention of going back to the hotel with anyone, but the attention was enough. You knew you looked good, but seeing that someone else thought so as well, took your self-confidence to a whole new level.

     Eventually the night went on and the blue gaze had disappeared. You felt a small disappointment, but brushed it to one side when you realised it was ridiculous. The man was handsome, yes, his fitted beige turtleneck that sat beneath his navy suit, highlighted his lean figure, and the way his gaze held yours when he swallowed a mouthful of gold liquid was delightfully seductive, but you weren’t there to pick up strangers, you were there to celebrate and feel good about yourself. That was it.

     Your friends needed to head back to the hotel, but you still had something you wanted to do. Your evening would only be complete with one small indulgence. To sit alone at the bar and simply be elegant. You’d seen it in pictures and films, the beautiful woman simply enjoying her own company and it was something you’d always wanted.

     You sat on the barstool, placing your small black clutch on the counter and ordered some wine. You weren’t drunk, not by a long shot, but you felt the warmth of the alcohol circling your body.

     It was pretty much as you expected it to be, slightly boring, but nice to be looked at by one or two men who walked passed. You saw them staring hungrily at you through the mirror and pretended not to notice.

     You finished your wine and just as you were about to pay, the blue gaze caught your attention in the mirror. He stood behind you with a small smirk on his face, his hands in his pocket, just watching you.

     ‘Hello.’ He said, his voice was rough, like a low growl and it sent a small shiver down your spine.

     ‘Hello.’ You smiled back.

     ‘May I?’ He gestured to the seat next to you.

     ‘You may.’ You nodded.

     He slowly sat down next to you, still smirking. ‘I was about to ask if I could buy you a drink, but it looks like you’re leaving.’

     ‘I am.’ You nodded, again. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said he liked the fact that you were giving him so little to work with.

     ‘It looked like you were having fun this evening. Celebrating?’

     It was so strange to watch a man so obviously attracted to you, dance around the question he clearly wanted to ask.

     ‘Yes.’ You turned towards him, curious about where this would go and somewhat excited about the game he was playing. ‘I got a promotion.’

     ‘I’m sure it’s well deserved.’ He seemed to be genuine in his words. ‘When do you start?’

     ‘I’m afraid, that’s classified.’

     You watched his eyes flare with excitement for just a moment. ‘Then I’ll ask no more. Is your name classified as well?’

     You gave a small chuckle. ‘No, it’s Kaida.’

     ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you Kaida, I’m Orson.’ He held his hand out for you to shake. The contact alone was warm and inviting, you could feel his pulse beating through his skin. Fast.

     ‘Pleasure.’ You hummed, his eyes darkening almost all the way. You couldn’t help but swallow at this new game you felt you were playing.

     You sat watching each other for a moment or two, before Orson smiled a little wider. ‘May I be bold?’

     You smiled with him.

     ‘I’m sure every man has told you the exact same thing tonight, but you really are quite beautiful.’

     ‘Thank you.’ You gently bit your lip. ‘It’s nice to feel it every once in a while.’

     ‘Is that what the celebration was really about?’ His voice was low, the seduction evident. ‘Feeling beautiful for a while?’

     ‘Yes.’ You found yourself breathing the answer. Something about the crystal blue gaze had you sucked in.

     ‘Then, may I be even more bold as to ask if you’d like to go somewhere a little more private?’ Orson’s voice was almost a growl and you were tempted to say yes, but this wasn’t really you, you weren’t someone who slept around, you were only there for the illusion, nothing more. ‘If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologise.’ Orson was so quick to read your expression.

     You cleared your throat. ‘It’s not that.’ You shook your head, making him tilt his in questioning. ‘I just… I’ll be honest. I got dressed up, I came to a bar to drink champagne and feel good when men looked at me.’ You could see his smirk returning. ‘This evening was for me, no one else.’

     ‘I see.’ He nodded. ‘I can appreciate that, and I wouldn’t want you to feel I was pressuring you.’ You hadn’t expected him to be so considerate. ‘But understand that I find you quite beautiful indeed and as cliché as it sounds, I would feel honoured if you asked me to make you feel more so.’

     You felt your mouth begin to water, the prospect of sleeping with this unusually handsome man was tempting, but you were still unsure.

     ‘That is quite an offer,’ you licked your lips as subtly as you could, but you knew he’d catch it. ‘How do I know you can live up to it?’

     He chuckled lowly. ‘I’m afraid there really is only one way to find out. But let me put it another way. You clearly sit in a position of some importance careerwise, I too, have secrets I’d wish to keep. I don’t know your last name either, so any chance of compromising your position is almost non-existent. You don’t seem interested in anything long-term, I’m not either. In fact, I’m sure you won’t believe me, but my intentions tonight did not involve picking someone up.’ That part made you laugh. ‘I believe honesty is an extremely attractive quality in anyone, but especially for short-term gains. The truth of it is that I’ve been sitting at this bar thinking in those rare moments I caught your eye, how beautiful you would look in the light of my hotel room.’

     You felt yourself suck in a shallow breath, his eyes flickered towards your chest for a fraction of a second, catching the sharp intake and knowing what it meant.

     ‘I’m more than happy to express more detailed honesty, if it would make you feel more beautiful this evening.’ Orson licked his lips, his gaze finally tearing away, glancing at the barman and breaking whatever trance he had you in. ‘The offer is there, Kaida.’ Even the way he said your name had your heart rate rising, his eyes found yours again. ‘If you say no, I’ll walk you out, say goodnight and wish you all the best for your promotion with genuine intention.’

     You thought for a moment, you had no reason to think this man was lying, but there was one way to find out whether he was dangerous or not.

     ‘Will you give me a moment?’ You asked, watching him smile gently.

     ‘Of course.’

     You finally let go of his hand that had been stroking your wrist ever since he introduced himself, grabbed your small clutch and as elegantly as possible, you made your way towards the ladies room.

     Once inside, you felt much cooler, the air wasn’t as thick and the haze of everything Orson had said began to lift. You let the cool water wash over your fingertips for a moment, finding it soothing in some way.

     You looked up to see that your light layer of makeup had done nothing to hide the flush that now coated your chest, neck and cheeks. You were giving Orson every sign that you wanted to sleep with him, and when you really thought about it, he was right, there was nothing that risky about it. You didn’t know each other, the chances of you crossing paths again were slim at best, and he enjoyed honesty, maybe you should have just indulged for a night.

     You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to walk back towards the bar where Orson was nursing a nearly empty glass of golden liquid. You did your best to saunter towards him, catching his eye once again. His whole demeanour changed, where previously he might have thought you left, now he smiled as his crystal, blue gaze travelled down your body, then back up, licking his lips.

     You stopped next to him and inhaled. ‘Were you checking me out?’

     ‘I was.’ Orson swallowed, smirking again.

     ‘Good.’ You whispered. ‘If you’re looking for honesty, then here’s mine. Tonight is for me to feel beautiful, I want to feel like I am worth worshipping,’ you heard him suck in a harsher breath. ‘I want to feel a man’s hunger for my body and feel him losing all control because of me.’ You stopped, noticing a small spot on Orson’s neck was pulsing hard, his heart was racing. ‘I want you to tell me all the things you want to do to me, Orson. I want to feel desired.’

     Orson sucked in a deep and steady breath, clearing his throat. He smiled, knowingly. ‘Then I suppose we should go back to my room… get you out of that dress.’

     You wanted to laugh as Orson threw back the last of his drink. He immediately stood, placing his warm fingertips on your exposed back, sending small thrills through your body, and guided you towards where the valet was standing waiting to pick up his transport.

     Orson suddenly turned back to you. ‘I’m sure I don’t need to, but I will say it again, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You’ll tell me if I do.’

     It felt more like a command than a request, one he took very seriously indeed. ‘Yes.’ You whispered.

     Orson smiled, biting his own lip and making sure you stayed warm next to him. The night air was cold and in a way it was helping your body ignite.

     Finally, the transport arrived and Orson, ever the gentleman, held the door for you to get in, while he climbed in the other side.

     You crossed your legs, exposing your thigh through the long slit in your dress. Orson’s eyes were momentarily glued to your skin. He licked his lips, watching as you traced your fingertips over the top of your leg.

     Orson chuckled. ‘Making a man jealous in this state is a dangerous thing indeed.’

     He made you smile, knowing you’d both rather it was his hands that traced your skin.

     ‘You have ten minutes to tell me some of the things that turn you on.’ He suddenly said, driving the transport away from the bar’s entrance. ‘The more detail the better, obviously.’ His eyebrow quirked a little, making you laugh.

     You bit your lip and wondered where to start. ‘Things that turn me on.’ You said more to yourself.

     It was quiet for a moment before Orson was kind enough to help you out. ‘Honesty seems to do something for you, if I’m not mistaken?’

     ‘Yes.’ You nodded. ‘I like detailed honesty as well, I suppose.’ You thought for a moment. ‘I like the idea of knowing exactly what a man wants to do to me, to be unable to resist.’

     You watched Orson smile to himself. You suddenly thought to yourself how rare an opportunity this really was, one night with a stranger who seemed more than willing to give into your every desire, to encourage you to feel all the things you wanted to feel that night.

     You turned your body towards him, catching his attention.

     ‘Things that turn me on.’ You repeated, biting your lip, finding your courage. ‘I want to feel something slowly dominating, Orson.’ You watched him lick his lips subtly. ‘I want to feel your hands and mouth on every patch of skin, feel you hungry for more while your mouth is between my legs.’ He sucked in a harsh breath, you tilted your head observing his reactions. ‘I want to hear you telling me how pretty I would look on my knees with your cock in my mouth.’ Orson cleared his throat, half laughing.

     ‘Oh, don’t stop now.’ He growled and some part of you feel compelled to answer.

     ‘I want to feel your body pinning me to the wall, your hands holding mine above my head, I want to feel like I’m your prize for the evening.’ You watched his hands tightening around the wheel, and his chest puff out slightly as the thought began turning him on as well. ‘I want you to have me against the wall, I want to feel your breath on my neck as you tell me how good it feels to fuck me.’

     Orson let a steady breath go, clearing his throat.

     ‘Would you like me to continue?’ You smiled, teasingly.

     He chuckled. ‘I’ve got half a mind to pull over right now.’

     ‘Only half?’ You bit your lip.

     ‘Don’t tempt me.’ Orson growled, making you feel the danger of turning him on any more than you already had. ‘My god, you may turn out to be more than I bargained for.’

     You bit your lip again finally pulled up outside a beautiful hotel just a little way down from your own. Orson glanced over, grazing his eyes over your still exposed thigh and smiled.

     He placed his fingertips on your lower back once again, guiding you to the lift. The doors closed and Orson watched you smiling again.

     ‘I’m unsure if it’s lucky or unlucky that we’re alone.’ He said, his body pressing gently against yours. You frowned in questioning. ‘The temptation to simply have you here and now is a very real concern.’

     You sucked in a harsh, shallow breath. ‘Oh, really?’ You teased. ‘I do remember you saying something about how good I would in the light of your hotel room.’

     ‘Believe me, it’s the only thing stopping me from fucking you right in the middle of this lift.’ He growled into your hair. ‘And I wouldn’t care who was waiting to use the lift, they’d wait until I was finished with you.’

     You cleared your throat, trying hard to breathe steady, but that warm scent that was entirely him was blurring your mind.

     ‘Well, that is interesting.’ Orson stood up straight, smirking to himself, but he said nothing else.

     Orson ran his hand briefly down your arm, taking your hand gently, and leading you towards his room on a very high floor. He stopped for just a second, moving your body between his and the door to his room. You thought he’d open the door immediately, but instead he paused.

     You felt his body lightly grazing yours, teasing you, never quite giving you enough to satisfy.

     ‘Kaida,’ he growled, you could taste the whiskey he’d been drinking that evening. ‘I want you to know something before we go inside.’ A small wave of dread washed over you, before Orson’s hand came up to caress your cheek, making you sigh out with relief at the contact. ‘Before this night is over, I will make you scream out my name for everyone to hear, and I will make sure that no other person ever feels good enough to touch you again.’ You let a heavy breath go before quickly sucking back in.

     Orson opened the door behind you, you’d barely been able to breathe while he spoke lowly to you outside the room.

     The dim lights came on immediately, Orson took your clutch from your hand, throwing it somewhere behind him and grabbed your wrists, using one hand to hold them above your head, and one hand to caress either side of your jaw. You noted that at no point did you feel like you couldn’t wriggle free or tell him to stop.

     ‘Look at you,’ he chuckled. ‘Your body is just begging for me to devour it.’

     You breathed a laugh. ‘Yes.’

     ‘Look at me.’

     You hadn’t even realised your eyes had closed. That crystal gaze was now obsidian, and it made your mouth water.

     ‘Fuck, you’re beautiful.’

     Before you could respond, Orson pressed a firm kiss to your lips, groaning while he did and pressing his body a little more into yours. He was such a good kisser. He sucked your lower lip, gently bit it to make you groan out, his hand slowly descending down your throat, making you smile against him.

     ‘Oh, you filthy woman.’ He growled, very slightly wrapping his hand around your throat. How had you never known how much you enjoyed it? Orson’s careful exploration had you both realising that it was the suggestion of total domination that turned you on more than anything. Where choking might not have been what you wanted, the suggestion of it was a far more exciting feeling.

     Orson kissed you harshly and softly, just finding what you liked and what made you moan. At some point you noticed he’d begun subtly grinding against you. He smiled against your mouth and allowed his hand to descend from your neck down the exposed V of your dress, stopping where the material joined above your stomach.

     Orson took a moment to let you breathe, his forehead pressed to yours, his fingers tracing over the soft skin, he smiled a wicked smile.

     ‘In the interest of honesty,’ he said. ‘There is a very real part of me that would love to fuck you in the middle of a room full of men, all of whom could never have you the way I could.’

     ‘Fuck.’ You breathed. The thought on it’s own was a beautiful one, the idea of a room full of people wanting to do exactly what Orson was about to, was thrilling, sending hot rushes through your core.

     Orson’s hand drifted further down to wear the slit in your dress exposed your thigh, you knew exactly what was about to happen and it excited you.

     You felt his fingertips tracing the skin slowly, his rough hands wrapping around your thigh as you instinctively brought your leg up to wrap around his hip.

     ‘That’s it, darling.’ He hummed, making you sight. ‘You know what you want… fuck.’ Orson growled into another harsh kiss. His hand had run all the way up your thigh and found your hip, much to his pleasure, he found no trace of underwear.

     You couldn’t help but chuckle against him.

     ‘Oh, you think that’s funny?’ Orson smiled, but there was real danger in his tone. ‘I could have just fucked you over the bar if I’d known,’ it only made you smile that much more. ‘Or followed you into the rest room, lifted your dress up and made you watch through the mirror.’ That one had you groaning out. ‘You see? I can break you as well.’ You felt his mouth devour yours once again, the thought of being fucked into oblivion by this man was something you desired more than anything. ‘In fact…’ Orson suddenly stopped, glancing towards the balcony if his room.

     He let your wrists go, bringing your hands down slowly as he kissed you softly, grinding his hips against you, making you feel what you had done to him.

     Orson suddenly stopped, taking your hand and guiding your weakened body over to the window next to the balcony, he made sure to stay behind you, placing your hands against the cool glass. You looked out to see the bustling city planet, it was late and no one would really be able to see you, but it was the thrill of getting caught all the same. You listened to Orson taking his jacket off and could just about make out his reflection.

     ‘What do you think?’ He asked, hands around your waist, still making sure you could feel how hard he was, his lips just below your ear, softly kissing the skin and igniting you in a new way.

     You chuckled, absorbing yourself in his warm touch. ‘I think anyone could see us.’ Even just saying it made you sigh in pleasure.

     ‘I think you might not mind.’ Orson chuckled gently biting the sensitive skin. ‘I think if I looked the way you did, I’d want people to watch me come as well. People love to watch beautiful things getting ruined.’ The last part was said as a growl. ‘And make no mistake darling,’ he bit the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. ‘I fully intend on destroying you tonight.’

     You let out a weakened whine, one that had Orson thrusting his hips a little harsher into you. He quickly spun you around, pressing your back against the cold glass and making you gasp at the sudden cold contact.

     ‘No more teasing,’ he said, breathlessly. ‘I need to see you come.’

     Orson made you whine once again with his searing kiss, one that continued down your neck, your chest, between your breasts, his hands drifting over your waist, finally giving you a chance to wrap your arms around him and delve your hands into his lightly greying, soft hair.

     ‘God, fuck.’ You laughed.

     Orson was finally on his knees in front of you, his hands either side of your hips and his lips pressed to the only material separating him from what he really wanted to be kissing.

     ‘That’s it, darling, let me hear you.’ He panted, pulling your dress up and out of the way and inhaling deeply.

     Orson dragged his lips over your hips, his tongue coming out to taste the thin layer of sweat that had built up through shear arousal, it made him groan and lift your leg to drape over his shoulder. His hand slowly traced up the back of your leg, making your breath even shallower as he kissed his way between your legs.

     ‘Kaida,’ he growled, making you make some kind of noise in response. ‘Your pussy is beautiful.’

     You barely had time to groan before Orson’s whole tongue ran through your folds, slowly and intentionally.

     ‘God, yes, Orson.’ You moaned, laughing with delight as he repeated the movement over and over against, groaning hungrily into you. ‘I…’ you panted, trying to verbalise your thoughts. ‘Your hand.’

     It was enough to have him growling into you and Orson’s hand moving towards your centre. He went slowly, filled you with each finger, lapping your clit up, his other hand coming to hold your body in place while you laughed and groaned with each movement he made.

     ‘Fuck, Orson, faster.’ You panted again, Orson picked up the pace, but you still needed more. ‘A bit deeper.’ The second you said it you nearly screamed. ‘Yes!’ You laughed. ‘That’s it.’

     Orson didn’t stop, the stamina of his tongue alone was enough to please any woman. But the second you began thinking it, you were closer than ever.

     ‘Oh my god, yes, yes!’ You cried, tightening around his fingers and scratching his scalp not of your own volition.

     Orson slowed his pace, extracting every last little noise that he could from you, before softly kissing your clit. It was almost domestic, as if sealing his mark in some way.

     Suddenly the cool glass was heavenly against your hot skin. You felt Orson standing in front of you, but it took you a moment to open your eyes, when you did, it was to find he also had his eyes closed, as if tracing the memory once again. You decided to take one more moment to do the same.

     ‘Fuck, that was good.’ You finally breathed.

     Orson kissed you firmly, drinking you in as if the first time hadn’t been enough. He growled into every single movement, his hands cradling your face as you tasted his wet lips. It was never normally something you immediately wanted for, but the simple fact that he couldn’t get enough of you, was all you needed to kiss him just as fiercely.

     You wrapped your hands around his lean waist and felt your own hips pushing up into his, making him chuckle into you.

     Orson pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb drifting over your bottom lip, his jaw clenched for a moment, just trying to compose himself.

     ‘I’ll offer you a choice.’ He said, kissing you again, hungry for more. ‘I can either do that again, make you scream my name over and over,’ another devouring kiss. ‘Or we can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.’

     The weakened whimper was all Orson needed to know what it was you really wanted. He smiled.

     ‘Good girl. Get on your knees.’

     He didn’t have to tell you twice. Orson watched you descend down his body until you were on your knees in front of him. With one hand he brushed his thumb over your lips, never taking his eyes away from yours, he was like a man possessed. The other rested on his silver belt buckle.

     ‘Are you going to let me do whatever I want with you?’ It was something about the power of him, the way you knew you were safe in his hands, all you needed to do was submit to the pleasure he was promising. You nodded and watched his mouth twitch into a smile. ‘Good girl.’

     Orson took his time, he let you hold his thighs for support, while his thumb dipped into your mouth, encouraging your tongue to swirl around the tip. You listened to his other hand slowly unbuckling his belt and felt your excitement rise.

     ‘Darling, what I wouldn’t give for a night with you completely at my mercy.’ He said, making your grip tighten in his thighs. ‘A beauty like you deserves to be ruined by men like me, wouldn’t you agree?’

     Orson removed his thumb for you to answer. You breathed a faint ‘yes’ and it was exactly what he wanted from you.

     Orson finally got his belt undone, his hand still held your jaw in place as he ran his other hand over himself a few times. He brushed the tip over your lips, just giving you a small taste of his cock, before gently and slowly feeding himself into your mouth.

     ‘Oh, that’s it, darling, hold it there for me.’ He said, bringing your hands up to wrap around his cock, while he took his jumper off, revealing a very lean man indeed. Fuck, he was beautiful, and your thoughts were so clear from your weakened sigh, vibrating around him. ‘Now you know the feeling.’ He laughed.

     Orson pulled his cock all the way out of your mouth, gently scooping up your hair, again running his thumb over your lips, before once again feeding his cock into your mouth. He made sure not to go too far just yet.

     ‘Fuck, you look so pretty wrapped around me like that.’ Orson was losing control over his breathing and it was making you wet all over again. ‘Will you let me fuck that pretty mouth?’ You found yourself instantly nodding and whimpering in desperation. ‘Yes? Is that what you want?’ He teased. ‘Okay, well you just let me know if it’s too much.’

     That wicked smile was back, and you really weren’t sure if you were ready for what was coming, but if it meant watching his gorgeous face sigh and moan with pleasure, then you wanted it.

     Orson made sure to grab your hair and slide his hand below your chin and down your throat. He held you in place, slowly testing how far he could feed himself into you before it was too much. Once he realised you could take him quite far, his thrusts increased.

     ‘That’s it, good girl.’ Orson moaned. ‘Just let me fuck you. You don’t have to do a single thing, just keep that mouth open for me.’ Orson encouraged, making you moan and whimper for more. ‘Oh fuck, I think you can handle a bit more. Yeah?’ You whimpered again.

     Suddenly you felt his hips snapping into you and a pace you had never taken anyone before. Orson swore and laughed as he fucked your mouth, he was loving every moment of making you feel beautiful.

     Without much warning, you felt him thrust into you and hold his cock there for a moment, you couldn’t breathe and began to choke. The second he felt you pushing his thighs back, he pulled all the way out.

     Orson was on knees with you, gently stroking your cheek, letting your hair go while you gasped for air.

     ‘Just breathe, darling.’ He said softly, soothingly. ‘Deep breaths, you’re okay.’ You did as he said and found you were okay again. ‘You need some water?’

     ‘I’m okay.’ You shook your head.

     ‘Good.’ He kissed your temple and gave you a moment to breathe on your own.

     You turned your head to kiss the side of his mouth, encouraging Orson to smile and sink into another passionate kiss.

     ‘May I be so bold?’ He asked, making you chuckle. ‘Can I do that again? You cannot fathom how beautiful it is to watch you choke on my cock like that.’

     Another weakened whimper was all he needed to know you wanted him to do it again.

     ‘Remember to breathe, darling.’ He said, almost teasing you, making you smile around his cock once again.

     The second time was easier, you were ready for it and able to hold him there longer. He told you over and over again how beautiful you were wrapped around his cock until you couldn’t take it anymore.

     He kissed you, whispered praise, stroked you face and smiled into another kiss.

     ‘I think it’s time for you to be rewarded.’ He growled, bringing you to stand with him. ‘I think it’s time we got you out of this dress.’

     Orson laughed with you and delicately began peeling your dress away. He was careful with it, acknowledging that it was probably quite expensive, he draped it over the back of one of the chairs in his hotel room.

     You took a moment, feeling the slight ache in your jaw, but relishing the cool glass behind you all the same.

     ‘Well, aren’t you something?’ Orson licked his lips, letting his eyes drift over your naked form, the only thing left was the diamond bracelet and sharp black heels. You smiled and tilted your head, feeling your face flush, much to Orson’s delight.

     He stepped up to you slowly, inhaling whatever perfume you’d put on that evening, his eyes fluttering closed as he pressed a soft kiss to your mouth.

     ‘I’ll not forget this night in a hurry.’ He whispered, his lips moving down your jaw towards your neck, softly biting the sensitive skin once again.

     ‘Fuck!’ You sighed deeply, noting how much it better it seemed to feel than before.

     ‘Whatever the lady wants.’ Orson chuckled into the crook of your neck, making you do the same as your hands ran over his broad shoulders.

     His rough hands ran down your sides, his mouth found yours once again as he lifted your leg around his waist. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging you, making you gasp.

     Orson stopped for a moment, softly kissing you. ‘You okay?’ He asked, gently.

     You smiled, nodding. ‘I’m okay, just…’

     ‘What?’ Orson pulled back a little to see your face clearer.

     You swallowed, almost nervously. ‘It’s just… as much as I’m enjoying this game…’ you cleared your throat, hoping it would buy you time to think about whether you should have said anything at all. ‘It’s just been a while.’

     Orson smiled, his dark blue eyes grazing over every part of your face. ‘Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.’ You frowned, chuckling slightly. ‘You still trust me?’ You nodded, wondering what exactly he had planned. ‘Good.’

     Orson held your gaze, not letting you look away for a single second. He held your thigh around his waist, your hip in his other hand, you held onto his shoulders, occasionally playing with his soft hair.

     ‘Kaida.’ He whispered.

     Slowly and carefully, Orson pushed his hips into you, stretching you gloriously with every inch.

     ‘Fuck.’ You panted, letting your head lean back against the glass as you took in the feeling of finally being filled with him.

     Orson was breathing heavy into the crook of your neck, occasionally letting his tongue run along your collarbone. He suddenly growled and gently bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder.

     ‘If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you leave this room without marking your body. Let everyone know that only I get to see how beautiful you really are.’ Orson traced his teeth up your neck.

     ‘Fuck, Orson,’ you whimpered. ‘I’d fucking love that.’ You panted. He still hadn’t moved yet, still just letting you get used to him being inside you.

     ‘Darling,’ Orson pressed a firm kiss to your mouth. ‘Are you ready for me to fuck you yet?’

     ‘God yes.’ You laughed.

     Orson was slow and considerate for a while, just letting you get used to how deep he could go. He watched your every expression, every second of the way your face reacted to his thrusts and relished in all of it.

     He encouraged you to keep your leg wrapped around his waist for a moment, while he brought your hands above your head, you smiled loving every moment this man dominated your body.

     ‘Isn’t this what you wanted?’ He asked, almost mockingly. Holding your leg once again, while he kept your wrists in place above you. ‘The simple pleasure of being slowly dominated?’

     ‘Yes.’ You breathed.

     ‘And is it all you hoped for?’

     There was something genuine behind the question, not just another teasing line, but something compelled you to give in entirely to the game you were both playing.

     ‘Almost.’ You smiled, making Orson laugh.

     He kissed you again. ‘What can I do to make you feel beautiful, darling?’ He whispered against your lips.

     You swallowed thickly, unable to believe you were about to say this. ‘You can fuck me like you mean it.’

     Orson groaned, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip. His hips snapped up into you, forcing a higher pitched moan to echo out of you.

     ‘Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for.’ He growled, but it only sent excitement rushing through you.

     Orson dipped his head, gently biting the soft flesh of your chest, before dragging his tongue all the way up your neck.

     ‘Fuck.’ He groaned, pulling away, dropping your leg and turning you around so that your body pressed against the cool glass. Orson pulled your hips towards him and for a moment you thought he would simply watch you in the faint reflection in glass, but soon you felt his cock easing back into you. His hand fisted your hair, his other hand wrapped around your waist, pressing his much warmer body to your back, and began fucking you at a pace you didn’t know you were ready for.

     You were no longer in control of any noise that came from your mouth. Orson didn’t stop fucking you, thrusting deep, keeping a relentless pace, one that would have you coming hard around him in no time.

      His hand delved between your legs and Orson found a rhythm to stroking your clit, clearly he needed you to come again.

      ‘Come on, darling, I know you can do it.’ He mocked. ‘Just let go for me.’

      ‘Fuck, Orson, yes!’ You cried, feeling yourself barely able to clench around him from how tight you were and how thick he was. It felt like wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, it was never ending.

     Orson slowed down, breathing steadily as he held your hips in place.

     He ran his palm over your back, as if committing it to memory. Orson leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your shoulder and you could feel his smile.

     ‘See all those people out there,’ he whispered into the hollow of your ear. ‘They all saw you and wanted to fuck you senseless.’ It sent a thrill through you once again. ‘But none of them will ever be able to appreciate just how fucking beautiful you are when filled with my cock.’

     You couldn’t stop the deep groan that echoed from your chest.

     ‘I think they’ve seen enough.’ Orson placed a swift kiss to your temple and slowly pulled himself out of you, making you whimper slightly. ‘Don’t worry darling, this is far from over. Get on the bed, on all fours.’

     Orson let you take a moment to compose yourself, your legs were weak, and he chuckled in understanding.

     ‘You’re so smug.’ You shook your head.

     ‘I have every reason to be.’ He shot back.

     You decided it was your turn to weaken him, and slowly climbed onto the bed, watching him every second you stretched yourself over the white sheets, arching your back so that your curves were on show for him.

     Orson shook his head, smiling, but the warning was still there.

     ‘Be careful, if you tease me too much, I may not be able to control myself.’

     ‘Where’s the fun in controlling yourself, Orson?’ You let your head rest against the sheets, still watching him, never taking your gaze away. His face became one of almost defeat. ‘I’m right here, ready for the taking.’

     ‘Fucking hell.’ Orson breathed out, immediately striding towards the bed, pushing himself inside you and groaning out. ‘Fuck,’ he laughed. ‘You have no idea what you’ve done.’

     ‘I do hope I’m about to find out.’ You had no idea where this new side of you had come from, but Orson was relishing in it, and it was filling you with a new excitement.

     Orson pushed a little deeper, taking a moment to compose himself before giving in completely.

     Once again, his pace was relentless. He held your hips, keeping you in place as he cried out how good you felt, unable to stop himself. Orson suddenly reached for your hands, holding your wrists in place behind your back, his other hand found your hair once again and gently pulled up enough that your back arched perfectly for him.

     ‘Fuck, Kaida, you’re so beautiful.’ He panted, seemingly unable to control his words any longer. ‘Fuck.’ He pulled you up a little more, trapping your hands between your back and his lean stomach, his hand was then free to snake around and gently play with your nipples.

     ‘Oh my god.’ You whimpered.

     ‘That good, yeah?’ He teased.

     ‘Yes.’ You moaned. ‘Just… harder.’

     ‘Harder?’ Orson smiled. ‘You mean you want me to fuck you harder, or…?’ Orson pinched your nipple between his finger and thumb, making you almost scream. ‘There she is.’ He chuckled darkly. ‘I want to hear you begging for it.’ You weren’t sure you had the energy. ‘Beg me to play with your breasts and I might let you come.’

     ‘Please?’ You whimpered.

     ‘Is that it?’ He said, still fucking you and softly running his thumb over your nipple, none of it was enough. ‘Come on darling, let me know how much you really want it.’

     ‘Please, Orson, please.’ You cried out desperately. ‘Please, I want to come, please make me come.’

     ‘Tell me, come on now.’ God, he really meant it when he wanted you to beg.

     ‘Please.’ You begged again, allowing the desperation to pour out of you. ‘Please play with me, fuck me harder, mark me like I’m yours. Please, I need it.’

     Those seemed to be the magic words to make him fuck you deeper, pinch your nipples until you were almost crying with how good it felt, and finally he bit hard into your shoulder, sucking at the skin and making sure you never forgot who did this to you.

     ‘Come for me, darling.’ He panted and you could feel how close he was himself. ‘Come on, that’s it, show me how beautiful you really are.’

      ‘Fuck, Orson, fuck, yes!’ Your whole body shook around his cock. Orson groaned into your neck, holding you against him, feeling every moment of both of you coming hard.

     You both panted for a minute or two, Orson loosened his grip in your hair and let your hands free from between your bodies. You were both shaking, but Orson chuckled and still somehow inside of you, he lay you both down, his arms around your body, taking in the soothing afterglow.

     You could feel the aches beginning to set in your muscles, but every second was worth it.

     Orson managed to lift himself up onto his elbow, he moved your hair out of the way and traced his fingers over your shoulder.

     ‘Well, you’ll definitely have a mark there in the morning.’ He chuckled, but it only panicked you for a moment. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t be able to see it, I made sure it was far enough back that a shirt will cover it.’

     You laughed. ‘That was very considerate of you.’

     ‘I’m sure you’ve noticed I have my moments of consideration.’ He chuckled and slowly pulled himself out of you. You suddenly hated the lack of contact.

     You heard the bathroom light come on and Orson running the tap, but when he came back, he poured a glass of water from a bottle in the fridge.  

     He drank a little and helped you sit up on the edge of the bed, handing the glass to you. You hadn’t realised how shaky you had become, but that smug smirk was back, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

     ‘I hope it’s not too forward,’ Orson started, almost making you choke on your water. Forward was not really a concern of yours in that moment. ‘But truly, you are beautiful.’ The sincerity in his crystal blue eyes was enough to send much more delicate warm rushes through you.

     You swallowed another mouthful of water. ‘Thank you.’ You whispered, making him smile. He understood what you were thanking him for.

     ‘If you’d like to stay, you’re more than welcome.’ He said, kissing your shoulder, tenderly. ‘You don’t need to feel pressured to leave any time soon.’

     Again, it wasn’t exactly what you expected, but it was what you asked for. A night to feel worth worshipping and that was exactly what you got.

     You stayed a little while, you lay in bed together talking about nothing of importance, Orson had asked you about what you did for a living, but it was classified, he respected that and moved on.

     At some point you’d both fallen asleep, Orson with his arms wrapped around your body, but the sun was starting to come up and you needed to get back to your hotel and get ready for your first meeting in your new position.

     You left Orson still sleeping and thought on how wonderful the night had really been. You felt beautiful and worshipped and like nothing else in the world was worth the time.

     You managed to get back to your hotel without anyone important noticing you do the walk of shame, you showered and tried not to focus on the aches that now set into your bones.

     It wasn’t a common occurrence for you to look dressed up in work uniform, but catching yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but think you looked rather pretty. You face still had a little colour from the night before, and your confidence was through the roof. You supposed it mattered more how you felt about yourself than anything, and on this morning, you felt amazing.

     You caught the transporter ship that was taking you up to your new station and spent the next couple hours you had going over your new assignment. The few acquaintances you made did the same thing, but in amongst that, they spoke about the project leads and who to watch out for.

     Finally, you were inside the station, you quickly dropped your things off in your new quarters and made your way to the department heads meeting. It wasn’t anything to worry about, it was just introductory, but another one of the heads, Colonel Sebastian Derma had given you a stellar piece of advice.

     ‘Just watch out for the Director and you’ll be fine.’ Derma said, as you both took your seats at the table, waiting for the Director to turn up.

     ‘Why? What’s his deal?’ You half smiled.

     ‘He’s just very demanding, a bit of a lunatic if you ask me, and has a temper like you wouldn’t believe.’ He continued. ‘You won’t find a sympathetic ear with him if anything goes wrong.’

     ‘So, he’s uptight?’

     ‘That’s a nice way of putting it.’ He chuckled. ‘I think he just needs to get laid, loosen up a bit.’

     You chuckled quietly while everyone else got back to gossiping, while you took a soothing deep breath. Your shoulder was still sore from the night before, and you couldn’t help but try to massage the muscle.

     Suddenly everyone on the opposite side of the table began stand at attention, you did the same thing. You felt someone standing behind you and took another deep soothing breath.

     ‘You may take your seats.’

     You felt your whole body freeze, your blood was cold and suddenly all of your confidence began draining away. You knew that voice. That voice had drowned you in pleasure the night before.

     ‘Something to say, Colonel Sarlin?’

     You suddenly noticed that the rest of the table had sat down and you still remained standing.

     ‘Oh, no-‘ you stopped yourself speaking, reminding yourself that he was no longer Orson, he was your boss. ‘Director.’ You gave an awkward smile as you finally took your seat.

     That crystal blue gaze remained on you as you did, something annoyingly playful sat behind it. Why was he so smug?

     ‘I’m sure you all know, my name is Director Orson Krennic,’ he was loving every moment of this. Why did he have to look so good in uniform? ‘And I will be leading this project until it’s completion. You will all be under my supervision until then.’ No one else seemed to notice that he couldn’t take his eyes off you, an echo of the previous night, making your cheeks flush much to his amusement if that smug smirk was anything to go by. ‘Now, let’s begin.’

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[thesoulbonder]

Callan and the Queen

Hey peeps!

This is some art I made for my DnD OC’s series!

As you can see, Callan’s in a bit of a sticky situation at the moment. All you need to know is that Queen Zyia = bitch, and she is the spawn of satan.

I honestly have no idea why I make mom characters so awful, but it’s a trope I continue to exploit.

Anyhoo, let the angsty origin story commence!

[hazel-of-sodor]

A Life Well Lived Chapters

Ch.1 Morning

Ch.2 Living

Ch.3 Caomhnóir

Ch.4 Exit Stage Right

[gaytobymeres]

I love Callan’s commitment to bad jokes and sarcasm at inappropriate moments

[imatinker]

madcatdisease​:

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Callan was sipping cautiously to avoid a brain freeze and also enjoy his concoction as they walked to his favorite place for people-watching. Drunk people were the most hilarious, he only joined from a distance, preferring to watch chaos ensue than be in the action. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be known to set up the pins for someone else to knock them down though. “Tink,” he repeated not to remember it but to feel how it rolled off his tongue. A wide smirk had made a home on his face while he observed her, captivated at her ability to go along with his antics. Anyone who played the game with him was one he watched out for. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” The boy raised an eyebrow in observance of her before approaching his usual bench, bowing and gesturing for her to sit first. “M'lady, your throne,” Callan said with a playful grin.

A small snort of a laugh escapes her as she smirks around the straw still in her mouth, taking another sip before releasing it to speak. “I don’t know if I’d say Tink is really all that beautiful of a name,” she argues, shaking her head the slightest bit. “But the beautiful girl part you’ve got right on the money.” It may seem conceited for her to agree with his compliment so easily, but well Tink knew she was pretty. Just like she knew she was smart. And in her eyes there was nothing wrong with being aware of those facts. Taking a small leap into the air, without really thinking of what she was doing, the blonde floats over towards the bench to land in a sitting position. It’s an act she’s done a million times, flying naturally and easily, so it doesn’t even occur to her that perhaps she shouldn’t be showing her abilities so quickly to a complete stranger. “Why thank you, kind sir.”

[notebooks-and-laptops]

I'm probably not going to phrase this right, but I love when everything in dragon age goes back to Ostagar, to that one moment that was so shocking and vital to players as it was to the whole world. It was just a lost battle, but it's why the Hero of Ferelden had to become the Hero of Ferelden. It was just a lost battle, but it's why Alistair was forced to reveal he may be King. It was just a lost battle, but it's why Hawkes family became refugees and ended up in Kirkwall. It was just a lost battle, but the knock on effects meant Cullen's life was saved, meant that Leliana became the left hand, put these people in a position to found the inquisition. It was just a lost battle, but in the comics it comes up to - the moment Duncan and King Callan died haunts Sir Aaron Hawthorne. It's there, constantly lurking in the background, the beginning for the player and so many characters, a tragedy that's tattooed itself onto the very core of Thedas and the franchise. And idk I think that's neat.