#so like... yes that but ALSO. pipe tobacco lol

[blujayonthewing]

one time I did an ask meme and got something like 'what does your OC smell like' for felix and while I answered it truthfully and correctly in spirit, I also fucking... forgot he smokes a pipe sometimes

[writernopal]

OC Deep Dive Tag

I got tagged by @tabswrites (here), @captain-kraken (here) and @pheita (here) for this one! Thanks guys so much 🥺

Tagging (gently): @paintedbutton @teamdilf @daisywalletchains @void-botanist and anyone else who'd like to play!

We'll do Axtapor for this one because I miss him 😭

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Maybe its a bit meta, but he fears rejection above all else.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Shitty knot tying skills. He can't stand it and has absolutely dismissed men from their stations for tying crappy knots and not keeping their area neat.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A pipe, a dagger, and an iron file for his claws.

What do they notice first in a person?

How much they're worth, as in, are they wearing lots of jewelry? fine clothes? etc.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

9. Though he is loud when he gets hurt.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

FIGHT, 1000% lol. He won't back down from a fight even if the situation is grim.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

His nuclear family is small by Lizardfolk standards. His parents only had one clutch, so he's one of six children. His extended family/clan is quite large though as Clan Oxlo is the founding Major Clan of the House of Dreams. As far as being a family person, he absolutely is, even though he doesn't necessarily think of himself as one. The way he sees it, its just something that he has to do at some point in his life to carry on his clan name (he's an old bachelor) but, uh, well, that changes after he meets a certain lil lady.

What animal represents them best?

A hyena. More about that here.

What is a smell they dislike?

Human sweat. He HATES it. He's described it as smelling like a corpse.

Have they broken any bones?

Yes. He broke his leg once when he jumped down a dry well at 8 years old. He's also broken countless other things since then. (Fingers and tail vertebrae mostly) Hazards of the job as it were.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Probably intimidating or mean. He looks quite gruff when he's in his own thoughts and is very short with people he doesn't know.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Morning bird, especially because he hunts and sailing also requires being up early in the day, esp as first mate. But his favorite time of day is golden hour.

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

I don't know if there is a specific flavor he hates but he doesn't really like sweets. As far as a flavor he loves, whatever grasshoppers and fish scales taste like lol.

Do they have any hobbies?

Smoking, hunting, and bushcraft camping.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

It really depends on who is throwing it. If its his grandma or Mariel, then he's stoked, otherwise he's probably lukewarm about it. But either way, it wouldn't stop him from downing a few celebratory drinks and smoking some good tobacco.

Do they like to wear jewellery?

Yes and so much of it. He likes to wear what he's stolen during pillages and will often pick and choose what he steals based on his tastes.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Messy lol. Its basically chicken scratch because he's right handed but after an accident a few years ago (a boarding hook through the palm) he had to relearn how to write with his left hand. He doesn't quite have the motor skills in his right hand as he used to even though its healed and his left is still not the best, so using a claw quill like most lizards do is pretty hard for him. He opts for the more human form of writing: using a quill.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Angry and horny lol.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

I don't think so, he kind of just wears whatever is comfortable and easy to move in. He tends towards both human and lizard fashions, which come in a wide array of fabric options, sometimes the same fabrics (linen, cotton, occasionally silks), though the cuts are obviously different. Most lizards won't wear human clothes because they think its ugly but he likes it because he can get it pretty easily at most of the ports they visit. He also enjoys fine spun wool in the winter as well as animal pelts.

What kind of accent do they have?

Whatever this is lol: “I nay know yer Everwatcher. Fact been, I could give a shite ‘bout her, seein’ as she will no show her face, so her word or trust in ye has nary a meanin’ to me. Stand in for yerself and let me weigh ye proper, or we be leavin’ this place.” In all seriousness, it really depends on what language he's speaking. He speaks several but most often in AASOAF is speaking Common or Hamatian (native language of Ihama where he was born). I made a post about AASOAF's languages here but to recap, Common is not based on English, rather Old Spanish. This means they would have Spanish-like accents if they spoke our English. In world, especially for Lizardfolk, learning Common is challenging because their mouth shape isn't fit to make the softer, rounder sounds of the language, so they often sound very aggressive, like they're biting their words when they speak. They also bring Lizardfolk inflections to the language when speaking it, Axtapor will also do this and often adds glottal stops where they shouldn't be or punctuates words with a short hiss or click. His Hamatian is very good, and sounds like our Sanskrit, but leans a lot more into the sing-song rise and fall of the language due to the way Lizardfolk vocal anatomy is. It also incorporates hisses, clicks, bassy thumps produced from the chest and throat, and on occasion, chattering. As a nobleman, he was brought up speaking the formal or Halto variant of the language as well as Meddia and Lajo variants. He will switch the variant he uses depending on who he's talking to, though they will sometimes mix, especially if he gets wound up about something, and he ends up sounding a little country.

[wings-of-ink]

Hi! (this got a bit long, sorry for that,,)

I just finished reading the update and wanted to let you know I absolutely loved it! It was such a pleasant read, even if it wasn't packed with drama and action to the brim—I feel like a palate cleanser like this was appropriate after such an eventful start to the story.

I loved all the interactions between the characters, the dynamic between Oswin and Nathanael is especially fun. Actually, Nathanael by himself is fun. The oats sowing euphemism made me laugh more than it should have because, yes, I'm childish like that. What a dork; I love him. (I'm imagining now a scene in an alternate universe where MC stumbles up to Oswin dazed out of their mind after they shared a pipe with Nathanael, which is immediately followed by Oswin grabbing the merchant and shaking him until he spills out what it is he smokes—because we all know it ain't just plain ol' tobacco—and how could he let MC of all the three other people gathered take a drag, all while MC and Zahn sit by the fire, watching a looney tunes cartoon unfold before them.)

Oh, and Zahn! Oh man. Can I just say if they asked, I would give them anything? (the world, the universe, the stars; you name it.) Actually, no, scratch that—they don't even have to ask; I would just bring them all the yummy food and warm blankets and pamper them until they accept they are worth it, because they! are! not! a bad! person! Also, I don't know why, but before they were introduced, I had this image of them being a character that would only appear here and there (you know, like every story has a character that just doesn't get enough screen time), but knowing they'll be tagging along for a while longer makes me really happy! Right now it feels like a circus lol we have a horse (maybe also a mule), an elk, a cat and a golden retriever✨.

I also found it particularly interesting how you implemented the hobbies! To be honest, I haven't read the flavor text for all of them yet, but I picked sewing as soon as I saw it as an option (no reason, I just liked the idea). My MC chose to be a healer, so learning that they were the most trusted with stitching up wounds was a really nice touch. (Not to mention they can—and will—make/mend clothing for Zahn in secret and then surprise them while they least expect it… >:P) Once their journey is over and the MC comes back to Stonebrook, they're going to wait for Nathanael to pass by with his cart and give Shadow a little kitty sweater💖.

This is already too long, sorryy; I just get very excited when I find a story that pulls me in and refuses to let go. Seriously, I keep thinking about it way too much lol. I'm usually a simple lurker and nothing but, however, I do believe there's never enough praise and encouragement! You've done amazing so far, and I know it's only going to get better. (Can't wait to meet the rest of the cast; I keep daydreaming about Rune.. it's getting serious)

Thank you for your hard work, and I hope you have a nice and cozy rest of the weekend! <33

No worries, Anon, sometimes you just have a lot to say! ^_^

I am so glad you enjoyed the chapter! I am hoping to update it soon. I'm adding a few extra optional moments to spend with all three of your camping companions. Fingers crossed for more shenanigans.

Nathanael cracks me up too. I find fun in writing for all of them, but I feel like he gives me more liberties. I wrote the oats line and made myself crack up, but thought most wouldn't find it quite as funny so I'm glad you did! Also, your imagination is pretty much spot on with that scenario!

The hobby section was fun, but also a little bit of a slog for me to write since it was huge, so you won't find a ton of differences. The exception is the singing hobby. I really want to incorporate original music in some way, but I have zero - absolute zero - skills in it, including writing lyrics. I went a little extra, and I found a small artist to help me out, though the type of song I asked for was like waaay out of their normal wheelhouse, lol. I think they did a wonderful job. They are listed in the credits too.

I can't wait to give you a chance to spoil Zahn a bit! They need it and will adore you for it! Well, they will adore you pretty well regardless, lol. Shadow does not like clothing, but he's also getting attached to MC - best bed he's tried probably ever - so he'll make an exception to wear the little sweater.

I am so glad that you are living a bit in my little world. I can't wait for you to experience more! Thank you so much for the wonderful message, it lit up my day! As someone who usually just lurks as well, your reaching out warms my heart. ^_^

[spurgie-cousin]

Your loyal trad catholic anon here: an icon is a great gift for Catholics. Also the men really like to larp the lord of the rings so the whole British gentleman farmer style is a vibe: cigars, a set to clean your pipe, tobacco, whisky related stuff like vintage glass ware etc. I find a ton of presents in antique malls or thrift stores for a great price. The more traditional are also more likely to be crunchy so for ladies the same idea apply : vintage handkerchief, wooden toys for their kids Etc

(I'm not sure if the 2nd part was from this ask or an earlier one so if I mixed them up my apologies)

The antique store is a good idea, I'm going to save that as a plan B because the one thing I do know about is the vibes of their houses lol (very much a Katie Clark, modern farmhouse-y). I do think they're probably covered when it comes to icons, that's the one other thing I remember about their houses lol (although I'm admittedly not sure what a normal amount of saints and Marys is to have around the house).

They're not trad enough to be into 18th century kids toys or LOTR-ish larping though lol, their vibes are more Ivy League wannabe if that makes sense, but too midwest to totally commit (yes to cigars, no to pipe, no to straight scotch, yes to a $45 six pack of gose).

Thank you guys again for your suggestions and well wishes!! The more we hangout the easier it'll get I'm sure, they're middle of the road enough that there WILL be booze and they won't want to talk politics lol. I have high hopes that it will be at least pleasant!

[sharkbait77]

The Sun Sets With You

Chapter Five: Just A Man

Summary: A simple yet despondent farm life suddenly sparks with new hope when an unusual traveler makes your town his latest stop and brings with him intriguing and promising viewpoints and no one to share them with. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Ezra Prospect x f!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Fluff! (It's getting cute y'all!), death of a parent, grief, smoking, food, Silas🤢, a little sad Ezra in this one

W/C: 4k (made it a little longer to make up for the wait! 🥺)

A/N: We are back! I'm so so so sorry this took so long to get out! What can I say, life happened & kept knocking me down & I couldn't find the strength to write for this fic. I'm still not even completely happy with this chapter, but after reading it so many times, I think it's okay lol a huge thanks to everyone for being so patient & lovely to me ♥️ okay, I'll shut up, hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Four || Chapter Six

~MAY EIGHTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

As the days and weeks passed, Ezra finally felt comfortable enough to join you and Pa for meals at your family table, sitting and eating quietly until responding to a thought or question of Pa’s. It felt nice. It felt…warm and natural. As opposed to the slight coldness you’ve felt sitting with Pa, without your mother. Though it was still as quiet as your meals alone with your father, the silence now was more comforting.

You realized shortly after that last evening under the tree with Ezra what exactly ails you when near him, why exactly your pulse quickens and you feel heat flush your neck and cheeks. It was a startling conclusion, given that you have been inexperienced when it comes to the term ‘love’, outside of the love you felt for Ma and Pa. This, with Ezra, contrasts immensely.

It had caught you off guard, a small infatuation with the man that you realized must have taken hold of your heart from the first moment you met him, when you simply could not remove your eyes from his face. You now find your eyes lingering on his features longer, learning the curve of his smile, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, memorizing the tone of his voice and his laugh to be replayed in moments of silence.

It’s strange; a simple emotion that you had witnessed your whole childhood into adulthood from your Ma and Pa, an emotion you carry in your heart for each of them, though the way you experience it now, the strength in which it has grasped onto your very being – and so suddenly – has been enough to make the room spin whenever you lay your eyes on him. The idea of taking a husband has never been one of priority. Up until now, at least.

“Many thanks for the delicious meal, miss. I am grateful you have welcomed me into your home as such,” Ezra says as he stands, helping you take the soiled dishes to the wash basin.

“You have always been welcome, Mr. Prospect. I am glad you now feel comfortable joining us,” you say with a gentle smile, looking up at him as he approaches you with the dishes. You catch a faint hue of pink spreading across his sun kissed cheeks.

“Would you care for a pipe, Mr. Prospect?” Pa calls out as he sits in his chair by the fireplace, beginning to pack away tobacco in his own pipe.

“I very much appreciate the offer, sir, however I do not smoke,” Ezra replies kindly as he turns away from you to face Pa and you begin washing.

“Good man; do not start the nasty habit until you become old and worn as I am now,” Pa jests.

“I only see a wise man, years of strength and kindness the only evidence that you have lived a wonderful life thus far,” Ezra compliments and Pa releases a hearty laugh.

“As I said: ‘old’,” Pa replies and both Ezra and you laugh along.

The genuine and natural lightheartedness of the conversations Pa and Ezra shared tonight warms your heart and you realize tonight has been one of the few nights you’ve smiled so freely, so frequently, since Ma’s passing and you strongly sense her spirit surrounding the three of you. Almost as if you could hear her laughing along with you all.

Although a feeling of sadness lingers in your heart that she cannot be here physically, you remember Ezra’s kind words and let them ease you. The comfort you feel wash over you leaves you pondering if it’s a sign of acceptance from above, from Ma, that she welcomes Ezra’s presence amongst you and Pa.

“Can I be of any assistance, Sunflower?” Ezra turns and asks quietly, out of earshot of Pa and addressing you by his personal endearment he has bestowed upon you.

“Thank you for offering, Ezra,” you reply just as softly. His given name had nearly slipped from your lips on more than one occasion tonight, but you felt it best to remain coy in front of your father. “I’m nearly finished now.”

“Perhaps tomorrow night. I will not miss my chance then to be of service,” he smiles and the inside of your cheek stings from the bite you dealt to keep from grinning widely. “I will take my leave for the night. The lovely beasts I room with will be missing my presence, I fear,” he says, loud enough for Pa to hear as well and Pa chuckles at his statement.

“Always a pleasure to have you for dinner, Mr. Prospect,” Pa says and stands to shake Ezra’s hand. “Daughter, would you be so kind as to walk Mr. Prospect to the door?”

“Yes Pa,” you nod, abandoning the soapy dishes for the time being and you wipe your hands to dry on your apron as you head towards the door with Ezra.

Pa smiles again in Ezra’s direction as he walks past and takes his seat once again, watching the flames dance and flicker. Ezra opens the door, allowing you to walk through and step on the porch and he follows suit, shutting the door behind him.

“Shall I walk you to the barn?” You offer.

“No, Sunflower, I would prefer you to stay. The dark of night may carry with it many dangers lurking around the corner.”

“All the more reason I should walk with you,” you grin, wrapping your arms around the wooden support post as you watch him step down into the dirt.

“Then I would intend on escorting you back here and we will only find ourselves repeating the action for one another until daybreak,” he chuckles. “Until tomorrow, dear Sunflower.”

“Tomorrow,” you smile and nod. “Good night, Ezra.”

“Good night,” he bows his head in farewell and turns on his heels to head toward the barn. You linger a moment longer to assure he is well on his way, waving when he turns back to steal another glance at you.

You take a deep breath to calm your galloping heart and turn to walk back inside, Pa sitting quietly as he continues smoking. You head back to the wash basin to finish the chore, rinsing, drying, and putting away the dishes before heading over to sit next to Pa, grabbing a new book from your small collection.

You decided to leave Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland to read with Ezra under the tree and the image of the two of you lying in the grass as you read to him brings a contented smile to your face. After quite a bit of comfortable silence, you feel the curiosity inching through your brain like an insect and decide to give in to the itch.

“H-how are the crops faring, Pa?” You ask while picking at the corner of your book.

“They grow fine,” Pa replies simply. “Each and every week another inch to their lives added.”

“And… Mr. Prospect has been much help?” You continue carefully.

“Oh yes, he has taken on the majority of the labor. We are blessed that he sought to help us.”

“Yes,” you smile softly as you lower your head slightly, gathering the courage to continue the conversation. “And… How do you feel about… Mr. Prospect?”

“What do you mean, child?”

“The townspeople think him...odd.”

“They must reflect on themselves before passing that judgement onto an innocent man. Especially the four hens, as you like to call them,” you giggle and look up at Pa, a slight smirk hidden beneath his thick, grey beard as he lets out a deep chuckle.

“Yes, but… What do you think of Mr. Prospect?”

“Why the curiosity, daughter?” He asks, though no irritation is found in his voice; instead, a light-hearted tone, one of knowing. Knowing why you insist on finding out his opinion.

“Merely curious, Pa,” you say quietly, just loud enough for him to hear over the crackle of the fire.

“Hm,” he hums as he inhales smoke through his pipe, taking his time to retrieve an forthright answer from his mind while you gaze at him in anticipation.

“He is an honest man. Good and kind. A hard worker. I believe he is fit to be a lawful husband to any girl who seeks his affection,” he finally says, looking deep into your eyes and his words go straight to your fast beating heart.

You catch the smile on your face growing, evident in the strain you feel across your cheeks and you put your head down to face the book in your lap.

“That's nice,” you reply once you've cleared your throat and regained control of the muscles on your face.

“Yes. Yes it is,” Pa smirks as he inhales another puff from his pipe.

~MAY TENTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Today is as exhilarating as the rest; you attempt to sort through the inventory of the shop, taking note of which supplies are dwindling while also marking down new items the townspeople have requested, such as candles and playing cards for the children. As you walk toward the back of the shop, beginning your count of products there, the shop bell dings and you hear boots stomping from whoever has stepped through the door.

“Just a moment, please,” you call out to the customer from over your shoulder, hoping not to lose track of the count in your head.

“Please, do not rush, Sunflower,” a gentle, familiar voice replies and you feel your heart thumping faster in your chest now as you turn quickly, inventory be damned.

“Ezra,” you greet the man standing meekly at the front of the shop. He takes a few steps forward to meet you beside the counter. “What brings you to town? Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, no thank you, Sunflower. I needed to send a letter off at the post and thought that my day would be much brighter were I able to visit you as well,” he says with a soft grin and you lower your head to hide the bashful expression on your face.

“Well, my day has brightened now, too,” you reply, gaining the courage to look up at him again, the apples of his cheeks reddening. “I trust you were promptly taken care of then?”

“Yes, Mr. Williams is a kind man,” he nods. “The elderly woman who works there as well – she is quite the conversationalist,” he releases a soft laugh.

“Ah, yes. Mrs. Williams,” you shake your head. “She actually does not work there, just adores to be in the center of it all,” you jest and Ezra chuckles. “I do hope she was not too overbearing.”

“Only slightly,” he shrugs. “After you and your Pa, her and Mr. Williams have treated me the kindest since my arrival.”

“Oh Ezra,” you share a perturbed look. “I am truly sorry for the way the town has behaved.”

“Sunflower, you have no reason whatsoever to apologize for the actions of others. Unfortunately, this town has not been the most unpleasant I’ve come across. I was very lucky to have found you. And your Pa,” he rushes the last phrase and you smile knowingly, his mouth curving slightly as well.

You open your mouth to continue the conversation, the innocent coquetry between you, yet no sounds are released from your mouth before the shop bell dings again and you sigh at the interruption. You turn your head and your racing heart, caused by Ezra’s presence, races faster, only in anger now.

“And what do we have here?” Silas’s booming, uninvited voice resonates through the shop. “What business could a queer like you have to conduct in town?” He looks at Ezra and you step in front of him.

“I told you not to call him that, Silas.”

“It does not seem he’s made any purchase,” he says, making a show of looking in Ezra’s hands for any paper bag. “Yet he is allowed to stay and converse while you toss me in the dirt.”

“Go away, Silas.”

“Sunflower-” Ezra calls gently from behind you, unable to finish his thought.

“‘Sunflower’?!” Silas laughs. “She does not need a freak to endear her, not when she has a real man. Like me.”

“Silas, he is more of a man than you could ever hope to be,” you spit out.

Of all the times you had the opportunity to speak your mind to Silas, you held back. Though, now that it is directed to Ezra, you feel that innate protectiveness for him wash over you again, no matter the cost or consequence.

“You dare say such a thing to me, girl?” Silas takes a menacing step forward.

“She is not a girl and you will not speak to her as one,” Ezra moves to stand in front of you now. “And I do believe she has requested for you to take your leave.”

“And exactly who will force me out? You?” Silas puffs out his chest, as if he were attempting to assert his role as an alpha, and frustration grows on his face at Ezra’s lack of response to the tactic.

“If I must.” Ezra replies simply and calmly, the tone of his voice even, though underneath lies a hidden message that he would not back down from a brawl, if it were to come to that.

“Ezra, please, he isn’t worth it,” you say softly, reaching out to hold his forearm.

“Oh, aren’t I?” Silas scoffs.

“I will summon Sheriff Wilson here to collect you himself if you do not leave my shop right this instant,” you hold your unyielding gaze to Silas’s, raising your chin slightly so as to challenge him to defy your wishes.

Silas hmph’s, his thick brows arching menacingly as he glances down at where your hand rests firmly on Ezra’s arm, clearly displeased at the contact. You feel Ezra’s form tense next to you, and you use your free hand to lightly press against his back in an effort to calm him.

“Fine,” Silas finally says harshly as he turns his back to you and Ezra and stomps to the door.

He looks over his shoulder one more time at the two of you and something about his animalistic eyes sends a nasty shiver down your spine. Before he can see you falter, he rips the door open, walks through, and slams it shut, rattling the frame as he leaves. You exhale shakily and Ezra turns his body to face yours, his hands gripping onto your upper arms as his eyes rake over your face in concern.

“Are you alright, Sunflower?”

“Oh Ezra,” you gaze at him thoughtfully. “It should be me asking you that same question.”

“Please, don’t worry about me. My only concern is you,” he continues, his eyes trying to follow yours as you look away from him. “Does he come here unannounced often? Has he bothered you before?”

“Ezra, he has always been a thorn in my side, but it is nothing for you to concern yourself with. I promise,” you look in his eyes, hoping to convince him, but you suspect it does not work and his hands fall from your arms.

“Sunflower… I did not appreciate the way he looked at you and spoke to you.”

“It’s alright Ezra, it is not anything I can’t handle,” you smile and grasp one of his hands in both of yours, squeezing it gently as reassurance.

You’re unsure of what to say. What could you say? That up until now you have been cowardly when it came to Silas Taylor? That it was not until Ezra’s arrival to town that you have come to know a stronger side of yourself, willing to risk your already frail reputation to defend this man’s name?

Ezra sighs heavily, staring into your eyes a moment longer before looking away. You watch his eyebrows crinkle together, the worry wrinkles along his forehead becoming more prominent as he reflects on the situation that just passed.

“Are you alright? Please… Do not take anything he says to heart,” you say softly and your kind voice pulls him back from his thoughts and to this moment with you. He smirks and huffs a chuckle through his nose.

“No fear, Sunflower. It is not a trial I cannot handle,” he cocoons your hands in both of his and squeezes lightly, as if to reassure you he is alright. “I will go now, Sunflower.”

“I understand,” you nod. “Then… I will see you back at the farm for supper.”

He smiles to acknowledge your words, releasing your hands and heading to the door. He turns once more to nod his goodbye, places his hat back on his head, and walks out the door. You walk to the front of the shop to watch him through the window, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped forward as he walks swiftly to leave the area.

Your head feels on fire, ready to blow steam at any moment as you watch the townspeople around staring at him. They turn to each other, presumably whispering gossip amongst themselves about him. Unfortunately, as you have come to know Silas, you know he will be spreading word of the ‘threat’ he felt from Ezra, which you surmise will only result in the townspeople turning their backs on Ezra even further.

~MAY TWELFTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Ezra had not shown up for supper that night or the night that followed. You had wanted to take supper to him, but Pa advised against it. He had heard on his last trip to town what transpired between you, Ezra, and Silas. You prepared yourself to, once again, defend Ezra, however, Pa’s unabated rancor of Silas all but guaranteed Pa would not believe a word from his mouth.

Pa informed you that when he returned and asked Ezra about the situation, he assured the man that he was not at risk of losing the job at the farm, and while he was grateful, he did not wish to speak on it further. Pa told you to leave him to gather his bearings and you complied.

On your way to the oak tree, you pick two apples as you had done the Sunday prior, and to your earnest disappointment, you do not see Ezra as the tree comes into view. You look left, then right, hoping it was possible he had just walked along the riverbank, but you were alone.

Heaving a sigh, you turn to face the way you came as you debate on heading back. Your weekly tradition almost seemed silly to continue alone, after having been in Ezra’s company the past few weeks. It almost felt...incorrect to spend time here without Ezra now. You take a few steps forward, now under the shade of the tree, sparing another moment in case you missed him.

“Sunflower,” his elated voice from above frightens you and you quickly turn your head to follow the sound, seeing his bright smile from where he sits on a thick branch.

“Ezra! You startled me!” You chuckle as you take a few breaths, covering your racing heart with your hand.

“My apologies,” he chuckles. “I did not hear you walk up otherwise I would have made my presence known sooner.”

“I did not expect to see you in the tree today,” you smile up at him.

“Come, join me,” he smiles, patting the bark to the side of him.

“I have not climbed a tree since I was a child, Ezra. I will fall,” you shake your head.

“I will never let you fall, Sunflower,” he smiles and your now settled heart begins to race again. “It’s simple, really. Nothing to it. I will guide your steps.”

You take a deep breath, pondering for a moment if the risk was truly worth it, but there’s an excitement in this small adventure that you feel your soul reaching for. You smile at Ezra and nod, removing your bag and placing it at the base of the tree.

You follow Ezra’s voice commands as he tells you where to step up and you use more muscles in your body than you have in so long. You heave yourself upwards, careful that your boots do not miss any section of the tree that will have you flying all the way back down.

Finally, you make it far enough for Ezra to take hold of your arm, using his strength now to help pull you up until you’re close enough to attempt to sit. He scoots over, keeping his hand tightly grasped on your arm to make sure you don’t fall. Though, at this point, if you were to fall, Ezra would certainly fall with you.

You plant your bottom firmly onto the branch, breathing heavily and smiling widely at the accomplishment and Ezra chuckles along with you. You try to settle yourself further and suddenly get the sense of falling, reaching out instinctively to hold onto Ezra’s arm and you practically glue yourself to his side for support.

“You will not fall, Sunflower,” he reassures and you feel him lean closer into you to comfort you.

“Pardon me,” you giggle, feeling steady enough now to remove yourself from him. You take a deep breath and look out ahead at the river and the grassland, spotting the other farms in the distance. “Wow,” you say breathlessly. “It’s a beautiful sight.”

“Yes, it is,” Ezra responds softly. You turn your head to him where you already meet his gaze and turn away again as you smile.

“Oh no,” you gasp as your eyes meet your bag down below. “I left the book… And the apples,” you turn to frown at Ezra.

“Do not fret, Sunflower,” he smiles. “I enjoy your company regardless.”

“Maybe...you could read me more of your prose?” You prod gently, hoping he will be willing.

“Yes,” he says wistfully as he glances down at his journal. “I do like when you read to me, however.”

You smile as he passes his journal to you and you cradle it with care in your hands. You move to open it and the binding opens automatically to one page, clearly still stiff from where he had it open, this addition to the pages only written just recently. You clear your throat and let your eyes dance as they pick up the words in his neat handwriting.

“‘A being from a different universe desires to live amongst the men in peace on Earth, for his purpose to be written in the stars. A nomad, an outcast on the run, desperate for a residence more suitable than his dreams. Soon, he will find home, and soon, he will find life’,” your voice trails towards the end of the passage, your heart wrenching at the meaning behind it.

“Ezra…” You call softly once you notice his head has lowered.

The silence stretches and you can almost visualize it expanding across the lands in front of your view, any helpful or comforting words escaping from your reach. The only conclusion your mind seems to come to is just to place a hand softly on his thigh. You feel his muscle twitch at the contact and he glances over at you, a light tint of pink beginning to spread across his cheeks.

You suddenly feel embarrassed to have placed your hand there and you immediately think to yourself that perhaps it was not welcomed, though before you can remove your hand, Ezra places his own, large and warm, over yours. Your mind settles while your heart beats rapidly. You still do not know what to say, but it does not seem Ezra is expecting for you to say anything at all.

“I’ve missed you at supper, Ezra,” you whisper and grin softly.

“Forgive me for my absence, I was not… I did not feel…” You sense him struggling as he lowers his head again and you place your other hand on top of your intertwined ones.

“I understand; you have no need to apologize.”

He looks at you again and you give him a reassuring smile and he returns the gesture. You two say nothing and let the comfortable silence blanket the air around you while you gaze out to your surroundings again, your hands not leaving each other’s grasp.

“Sunflower?” He calls and you turn to face him again.

“Yes, Ezra?”

“I’ve missed you as well.”

Chapter Four || Chapter Six

Series || Main || Taglist || AO3

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Ezra Prospect Tags: @quietpainter @grogusmum @tenderwhat

[marvilus-magpie]

Get to know me

Tagged by @thegreatdivide, @missgamerin and @kittinkanin thank you sweets <3

Who were you named after? A character in one of my mom’s favorite childhood books.

Last time you cried? Day before yesterday

Do you like your handwriting? No. It’s sloppy. They made me write on special paper to try and fix it in grade school, lol!

What is your favorite lunch meat?  Hmmm...pastrami or roast chicken.

Longest relationship?  A loooooooooong time.

Do you still have your tonsils? Yes.

What is your favorite kind of cereal? Captain Crunch, but I only ever eat it as a treat or desert. For breakfast I like granola with yogurt.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope.

Do you think you’re strong willed? Yeah, some of the time..

Favorite Ice Cream? Cake batter, specifically from Cold Stone.

What is the first thing you notice about a person? Physically, their eyes. But really if they are actually interested in talking to me or not.

Football or baseball? To watch (if I have to) football, to play, baseball.

Favorite donut? Old fashioned.

Last thing you ate? An English muffin with banana.

What are you listening to? I’m listening to and updating my Charlie/Danse playlist, lol!

If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Cerulean blue

What is your favorite smell? There are so many! Cedar wood, hyacinth, forest earthy smells, pipe tobacco....

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom.

Hair color? Meh brown.

Eye color? Hazel blue.

Favorite food to eat?  The General Tso chicken from our local Chinese restaurant. And I am craving it SO hard rn. Also, homemade rice crispy treats...which I am also craving.

Scary movies or happy ending?  Happy ending, but it can be scary too.

Last movie you watched in a theater?: It’s been so long I can’t even remember. It might have been Avengers Endgame O_O

What color shirt are you wearing? Faded bluish grey.

Favorite holiday?: Halloween or Christmas.

Beer or wine?: Depends on my mood.

Night owl or morning person? Night owl!

Favorite day of the week? Saturday.

Favorite animal? Cats, chickens, lizards, frogs, horses...and a bunch more, lol!

Do you have a pet? Two cats, one dog.

Tagging @purple-martin111, @from-the-stone, @sharonaw, @scorpio-skies, @slothssassin, @mars-colony, @prezs, @ronqueesha, @tarberrymentats, @its-sixxers, @robobrainmurdermysterytheatre, @lookbluesoup and anyone else that wants to!

[theameba1436]

OC Deep Dive

Was not tagged in this but I wanted to do it anyways so i will start my own tags. @hippotooth @sweetmalice26 @vestigialpersonality

Vorn

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Vorn's fear is losing all control and killing everyone. That and being hated for who he is.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People not hearing him, since he talks sort of soft. Then he hates people making too much unneeded noise when he is trying to think or speak, and sometime when people are doing this, he will just randomly get his lute and play music over top of them.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Tobacco Pipe, his journal, and his hat.

What do they notice first in a person?

Vore will notice people's body movements, then their tone of voice and to finish it off he will watch everything they do with their eyes.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

8 - He is a masochist and enjoys pain in the bargaining of his adventure. Since it helps with him forgetting his dark urges for a small amount of time. It all starts when they meet the priest of pain the goblin camp.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Vorn when under pressure he will panic as for the fight or flight it all depends on if he feels threated or not. Most of the time when he is panicking, he just runs since he is normal around just normal people who doesn't wish him dead. LOL!

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Vorn is a Bhaal spawn and doesn't remember everyone from his family. But - from what he gathers he thinks his family used to be quite big. The only reason he wants to know his family tree is to kill off every last Bhaal spawn. So, his dear old dad can't return again.

What animal represents them best?

Vorn would be a crow or raven.

What is a smell they dislike?

Vorn hates the smell of cheese, thick smoke and the smell of lavender.

Have they broken any bones?

Vorn can't remember how many bones have been broken within his body. He just knows that his body will hurt when it rains.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

You know the one with the hat, and the I will kill you face and always hanging around the really pale.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Vorn is a night owl since most of the time he just can't sleep due to the nightmares he has, even if he does sleep it is restful.

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Vorn hates the flavor of cheese, but other than that Vorn will eat almost anything. As for a flavor he loves. That would be meat - he isn't picky about the meat as long as it is cooked good, but his favorite is well human meat. He has also been known to enjoy sweets and his favorite is blackberry cobbler.

Do they have any hobbies?

Vorn writes, play music and he enjoys making things for his lute. like the strings. Since he read how to out of a book, and it makes it cheaper for when they break. Since there are not many merchants that seem to sell lute strings or upgrades to his old faithful lute (Bettie). {Yes, this man is one big, depressed dork and named his lute haha}

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

At first Vorn seems upset because he was most likely on guard and ready to fight. Since this poor man has PTSD out the ass. However - once he knows who and all is at the part, he would relax some, but still mostly keep to himself while he plays his lute or stays with Astarion.

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Vorn is a simple man. However, if the jewelry has magic, then hell yes, he will wear it. As long as it is something that will help him with fighting. Vorn can't help but to love shinny magic things.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

It is very neat and always writes in cursive. However, his journal is a mess and almost unreadable since he writes all over the page in like small hoof notes.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Anger and love (The love is a new one that help take away the fear he normally feels, and it is all due to Astarion.)

Do they have a favourite fabric?

He enjoys leather but mostly for the smell. Something about it helps calm him down.

What kind of accent do they have?

It is a mix between northern and southern. However, when he is talking to people, he doesn't know he will slip into a very proper dialect and start saying things that he has read in a book. Since most of the time he has no clue what to say and or how he should act.

OC Deep Dive

Thanks for the tag @teamdilf @busy-baker! Going to do this for Estellé and Ravne as I was tagged twice :D

Estellé

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Estellé's fear is losing the ones she loves the most. And fears Brioche getting run over by a car some day.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People not listening to her and pretending she's not in the room.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Astarion's rings, music magazine, philosophy book

What do they notice first in a person?

Their aura. Confidence and how they present themselves.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

2. She is a wuss and hates, absolutely hates pain.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

It depends on the situation. It's either the third option: freeze. Or stay calm and collected (fight mode)

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

She's an elf. Therefore, only child. She's also not that fond of kids, and thanks corellon daily for being technically infertile.

What animal represents them best?

A dog. She loves dogs and is just as loyal and faithful.

What is a smell they dislike?

Gale's sweat mixed with his perfume. When she hung out with Astarion after a concert his friends and bandmates were with him and let's just say she urged all of them to shower asap.

Have they broken any bones?

Once she fell off a tree and broke her ankle. It may or may not have been on purpose to avoid dancing with the neighbours kid.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

arrogant but pretty.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Neither? She only needs to trance 4h so she has 20h left of the day.

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Hate: Anything too sweet, asparagus, fat/butter. Loves: milk chocolate, strawberries, whatever Janis (Astarion's mom) puts in the ramen

Do they have any hobbies?

Anything philosophy, teasing Astarion, hanging out with him and his friends

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

Storm out. She hates surprises like this.

Do they like to wear jewellery?

Occasionally, but not too much. Ear cuffs and rings are her choice.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

In-between messy and neat but leaning more into messy.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

content and love (when Astarion is around)

Do they have a favourite fabric?

not really. anything that doesn't scratch

What kind of accent do they have?

Mix between Irish and posh British English.

Tagging: @cinnamontails-ff @oonalovesastarionssimpleplan @larvasmoon

[fanfictionconnectionwordpress]

What if MC was the one to propose to the RFA + Minor Trio? How would they react?

***Haha, ah the good old the lady gets tired of waiting,huh? These are going to be short and sweet and adorable, since I don’t want toget too descriptive on what our lovely default MC would set up. Let’s stick towhat our canon characters would do. ~Let’s Connect! FFC

Character breakdown: Good ending canon characters, Secretending 02 Saeran, V, my version of Vanderwood as seen in my VanderwoodBackstory Fanfiction, except retired. *** 

Jumin:

“MC, what are you doing kneeling on the ground? Are youhurt?” He’s concerned when he sees you kneeling to the dirty floor in your designer clothes only to then be a bit offendedas you pull out a ring. Okay, so, yes, he didalready propose to you, but he’s mildly offended that apparently, he didn’t do it well enough for you? He’d even madesure there were hundreds of photographers to capture the moment. Had he done sopoorly? Is this a commoner practice in which the woman proposes also? You’re goingto have to explain a lot to him, because he’s actually rather hurt. Even afteryou explain it away, he’s going to be overdoing it with buying gifts and tryingto do a better job at being a good fiancé’.

Jaehee:

She was not expecting this. Well, she hadn’t been expectingto fall in love with you either, and it had been quite the transition frombusiness partners to partners. Now atransition from partners to engaged? Now, that’s not to say she isn’t beyondhappy; she just can’t understand how someone as wonderful as you would havefallen in love with someone who was as afraid of taking her own steps in lifeas she was. She actually tried to talkyou out of putting the ring on her finger??? But in the end, accepted yourproposal, and now you’re engaged!

Zen:

Did you need to tie your shoe or? Oh, okay then. Zen is justkind of blinking at you for a little while before a smile starts to spread onhis face. His cutie wants to marry him, huh? “Babe, If you wanted to getmarried you should have said so, I would have proposed right away.” The albinojust didn’t really see a reason to getmarried, considering that he wasn’t religious and you were already livingtogether anyway, but if that’s what you wanted, he was all for it.

Seven:

“Are you bowing to me? Lol.” Of course, he would turn yougetting down to propose into a joke, but when you pull out the ring this idiotis just staring at you and he kind of points to himself like ‘me?’ To have younod at him, and now he’s just flippingout. He’s so excited. This redhead lovesyou and he’s totally up for not being a sinner anymore tying you to him ashis wife for eternity. He maybe wasplanning something way over the top and ridiculous already to propose, but he’lljust spring that on you as a prank another time.

Yoosung:

His immediate reaction is to get down on his knees as well. “Issomething wrong?” This sweetheart thinks you’ve hurt yourself, but when you pullout the ring, his eyes go wide and he just stammers for a solid minute. “I…well…yes…but…Ithought…I’m the man.” It’s not likehe’s offended, but he just was expecting this to go a totally different way. He’sbeen saving for months to buy you a ring only to find that you went and got himone. Yoosung was just looking for the right time so that he could be a reliableperson to you. Hnn, my heart. He will insist on proposing to you once he canafford your ring.

V/Jihyun:

He wasn’t thinking about marriage. V had been engaged toRika for a while before everything happened, and it had taken him a while toaccept falling in love with you. There were still pieces of her in his life,that was just part of what having a first love is like, but he really hadn’t been thinking aboutgetting engaged. As much as he loves you and appreciates you… “I need moretime, MC…it’s not that I don’t want to be with you, but I need to think.” For weeks, you can smell the tobaccothroughout the house from him smoking his pipe. It takes him some time, but hecomes around, accepting your engagement and even asking for it to be a shortone, because if there’s anything he’s learned it’s that you need to appreciatethe happy moments while you have them.

Saeran:

Why were you doing this? He loved you, but there was still alot of fear for him, especially when it came to intimacy and promises of forever.His brother had promised things to him that he hadn’t provided, it ended upthat he had his reasons, but the sting of that situation was still very real.Rika had done something similar, so sometimes your words of devotion, as muchas he wanted to believe them and deepdown did believe them, it was hard towrap his head around it. Saeran still agreed to the engagement, but he wasincredibly apprehensive about it. It would be some time before you even talked about the wedding but once youstarted calling him fiancé’ the way that you did and the smile on your face,his heart melted and it only helped him further along to accepting that youwere going to stay.

Vanderwood:

This was…unexpected? Hedidn’t know what else to say about it. Vanderwood loved you. Loved you. And he knew better than mostpeople just how terrible and short and painful life could be. He would be lyingif he tried to say that he hadn’t thought about asking you to marry him too.You were his, the only happiness he’dhad in almost a decade, and he wasn’t about to let someone else come and sweepyou away. Vanderwood fully intended to spend the rest of his life with you, sohe wasn’t about to say no.

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Fema & iema - not subject to us law

Different rules kick in when those agencies decide "emergency" exists - pres can also declare emergency and create work around for us law - same w/ state governors probably - see also osfm fire prention - arson frame - fraternal org recruit for ops - in essence "deputized" like posse - vigilantism - attys for argue such an informal relationship serves to shield such orgs - as well as corporations - from liability - they wanted to arg that I was in fact a terr threat in order to obtain the natsec exception - but they knew I wasnt a real threat - so the arg shouldnt work - and whistleblowers were numurous extremely persuasive - just pointing out the obvious - cringeworthy good - atlantic article jan/feb 2018 p39 -

Gov rnc - use false flag to create "emergency" so they can fuck with me - pow - cant have a pow w/o the - w -

War powers act? - false flag -

2a - militia function - defs arg that militia is ing - "armed" deputized - analogous to guns - chem

Also prob arg that guns are ind rt - recruits - natsec 911 excetion if they believe - I was potential threat - doesnt sportstalk deny this claim? - it should -

Gun control topic - black riots -

The auth doesnt have to flow from the stated 911 - a 911 in one area triggers a choice of options for a g exec - ie katrina could allow natsec - telecom infrastructure - econ - etc

Invasion of iraq was about me - rock - kid rock - duane johnson - twin towers creates 911 to designate pow - mitchell jessen - inginspk - and see law enforcement - scso - spd 2006 retirees - links from town to town - corp mcds - wal - gop yrs - natl guard roa - recruiters deps - security guards wackenhut securitas - carlyle - badgers - law enf fop -

What the fitchburg

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Pedophile frame is true - used to mobilize chem - poison - spfld dcfs - investigators - terry white - gonet - coal trucks - boes - auburn - eric hall mrt - dirt - roddavis - goodluckx2 - coal train - atl ns - resurgens - centaurs - fema - 911 - 33rd - vaq209 - lol - alec baldwin - top gun -

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Something in the water - no fooling Lake spfld & henson runoff - vets skinner Dennis pmoore - trace elements - industrial chem - cwlpdir - spfld municipal utils - Sium - dod funding - vulnerable population Henson runoff is dod funder - animal disease - bird flu - chem bio weapons - vets - vest - operant cond - two stage attack - water & trace elements create latent weakness - exploited by airborne chem - po - badgers - dod - supposed to look "organic" - epa sees threat but cannot act b/c exec action - courts uphold - no one can talk Was right about the water Xa sticfusion false flag re water pump - water dist names - and see ca And see van meter - scb - bd of dirs/sium - inb & pave il - henson ac forced air - hvac - consent - addiction frame - lenox

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Think the "wall" is proxy

Daca is consent for AC - no

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Usccb ldrshp 98 - 2017 Gregory belleville/alton - spfld - stl - slu - callis cl&e - casinos pave il - concrete pipe - kurtz - mood indigo - academies - atl - ecole - keepn it real - koch bros - dinardo hou galv - xa spfld dinardo - links - sfd - kurtz amb deployment - spitzer link from stl to spk - blessac - paprocki - ipi - bishop lucas - basketball coach named mark few - student mixer at the bull dog - rotc guy told me about this new casino game he was developing - it was just like blackjack only the winning hand was at 22 Joseph A. Fiorenza, Bishop of Galveston-Houston (1998–2001; last NCCB/USCC President and first USCCB President; became an archbishop in December 2004, when the then-Diocese of Galveston-Houston was elevated to a metropolitan archdiocese) Wilton D. Gregory, Bishop of Belleville (2001–2004; later became Archbishop of Atlanta) William S. Skylstad, Bishop of Spokane (2004–2007) † Francis E. George, O.M.I., Cardinal, Archbishop of Chicago (2007–2010) Timothy M. Dolan, Cardinal, Archbishop of New York City (2010–2013) Joseph E. Kurtz, Archbishop of Louisville (2013–2016) Daniel DiNardo, Cardinal, Archbishop of Galveston-Houston (2016–Present) † = deceased 1/16 2010 election At the November 2010 General Meeting in Baltimore, elections were held for president and vice president. For the first time in the history of the USCCB, and in a break from long-standing tradition, a vice president standing for the presidency was denied the top post. In those elections, Timothy M. Dolan, Archbishop of New York, was elected president – defeating Gerald Kicanas, Bishop of Tucson, 128–111 (54% to 46%) – and Joseph Kurtz, Archbishop of Louisville, was elected vice president in a runoff against Charles Chaput, Archbishop of Denver, 147-91 (62% to 38%)

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Pompeo wants denuclearization - false flag? If he or - the defs - were worried about that they could could have stopped this a long time ago - they wanted to get caught - what effect did they think dragging this thing out for another 15 yrs would have - they couldnt leak - they had to construct the situation that would force me to do it - biggest prank - ever -  people have tried to make this thing stop - somebody and I honestly dont know who - wasnt having it - I cant say I consent - It isnt true and I wont do that to the people that have put their career and their personal lives in real risk trying to help me get my life back

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Seems like the plan was to stall this thing until a gop admin could just pardon everyone. Tell me im wrong

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Big shoulders - go red devil

Champaign site - gold

Xa poison at banner job - w/ the 2 franks - and see pringle - karcher malta - kcs - shriners - masons - milburn and madonia are mgrs for mgraw - xa mgraw and albanese - hotels - here - mi runs out of mcds - kinzinger dist and uiuc - linguists - carlucci and rummy were roomies at clown college - xa carlucci & ghwb carlyle - sears - houston - bos - things remembered - vala - trophies - xa dm - ft detrick - nsa - ovp - mvm vince - courthouse - clowns - clearwater - madcow guy is right - clowns - jeffe ron - mckenna - plummer - baiseball - louisville slugger - usscb - krusteil herschell - sideshow bob - son of a mitch - gavel in the yard signs - figure ground - mark denzler - really?

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Mental health frame - mental illness - op as central nervous system anti-depressant - glyphosate - glutamic acid - elmer fudd - cross herrs - crazy pete hoekstra - schaive & a herr cut - oh yeah - ed smith - furman milburn - industrial chem - schuh - little shoe - three coins in a fountain - hendren site - addiction frame from mcfadden job - mental illness frame from jail time in scso - mmc - mmc bd - sium - van meter - inb - scty/trsr - foundation - irve - monthly bill - alzina - xa addiction frame - cocaine in dumpsters - the real story is the way doj has been used - usattys is the tip of the iceberg - the people doing this to me have had doj auth - they have tried to undermine my case - their own case - hard to believe - burkhardt - ron stone - pbpa5 - spd gonzalez - uber - team lift - getup - whigs - smiley cyrus - urine vited - trump pence and bishop trombones - usccb - kurtz is a louisville slugger - how bout that - I just saw that - hes the new - they try to tell me theyre sorry - rock is on the cover of natl rev - theyre making emoji the movie - w/ patrick stewart - if they were sorry it would stop - they think theyre being funny - they are pleased w/ themselves at how clever they are - really? -

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Pompeo - decoding "iranian" possible usage for reference to me -

I ran -cross country - ian - ian anderson - jethro tull - jethro bodine - cletus - appetite - nick name for me is - jethro - xa fudd - comida - maslow hierarchy of needs -

Iran - bolton - lightning - dod symbology - elvis - tcb - xa bct big tobacco - altria - winston - burson etc - iran cross country - iranian - iran - yes boss - jeffe ron - op - si jeffe - cifa - chase - perpetual vigilans - wide awakes - two headed eagle - iranian - ian anderson - jethro tull - comida - psyops food - operant cond - ac - principal skinner - 90's - team lift - sparky - jethro bodine tool - reese with her spoon - legally blonde - xa ghwb & iraq - txgop - banes - kid rock

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kaitschuk - rauner - leg dir - il sheriffs - foop -

that's the po link - what does this whole thing say about the po - people say I won my case - and the po wont enforce - that's why this is continuing - they know whats going on - they are a named party - they are defs - that car talk evidence exists - talk on the radio - dispatch - sideshow bob - 3d shift - pm mgr - chem - ierc - wide awakes - semper vigilans - xa mental health frame - bogus and note gnutek

[raisedinerebor]

I name you Givishel. My precious gem.

Pairing: Bifur x Reader

Reader type: Gender neutral dwarrow

Song: Like the Dawn- The oh Hellos.

Warnings:Kinda angst I guess?

An: This is what pulled me out of my hiatus lol. Hopefully I'll post more. It looks like I've got some drafts to work on. Also I hope this is ok op! I can either take it down or post it separately if you'd like. This is also the first time I've written for Bifur as well so I hope Ive done him justice. Its a bit short but I promise there's more to come!

Tags: @fizzyxcustard @bifurthedwarf

Givishel: Treasure of treasures

How is it that you have been with him for long? In his highest and his lowest. To have stood by his side even after the injury.

The injury that left him unable to walk. The one that stole the common tongue from him. A curling beast that took it all. A moment's lapse taken a lifetime away.

It took his memories of you. He had not a clue who you were when he first woke. Your worried face changing to relief then something akin to grief when he asked who you were. He knew nothing about you outside of your kindness. Your willingness to help him re-learn who he was.

Bifur had been so far under. Often lost in his own world. But you? You brought him back each time. Taught him to walk. To write. Gave him back his words.

You pieced him back together. Pull him out of the darkness.

How were you still here? Bifur had taken years from you. And for what? You've gained nothing from it. Nothing but an old dwarf who often forgot who he was when the pain became too much.

Like now. The world was nothing to him. Too little and too much all at once. Bifur could make nothing out. Pulled from his own body as he tried to remember where he was and what he was doing.

Then there you were. On your knees next to him. Pressing a warm drink to his lips.

"It's night time now Bifur. We made camp about, three? Three hours ago." You placed your hand on his. Lent him a kind smile. "You're safe here. With Bofur and Bomber. We're with Thorin Oakenshield to reclaim Erebor. Do you remember?"

Yes. Erebor. The journey. His cousins.

You.

Slowly he fell back into his body. There was soft talking. The scent of smoke and pipe tobacco. The cool night air. There was a cup in his hands half empty.

The pain was fading now. Along with the bitterness on his tongue.

"Y/n?" He signed. His shaking hands coming to pull at his beard. Streaked with grey.

It was there. On you as well. Silver gathering at your temples. On your chin. Muddling your beatred with grey. It reminded him of his age. Of yours. Just how much of your life have you spent for him? Caring for him?

He. Malhal. How does he tell you that you are his entire world. You mean everything to him. More precious than any gem a dwarf could have.

"Yes. It's me." You answer with a laugh. "It's good to have you back." You press your lips to his hand.

The dwarf is taken back by the bold action. It takes him a few more moments before he remembers. Until he recognizes the beads on your braids. On his.

Yes. That's right.

"Givishel." He signs. "My love." He says again. His heart warms at your mirth. Eyes sparkling. Lit up by the firelight. You hum. Press your head to his.

"Always." You breathe out. Sign to him. Always it was the first thing he tells you after one of his spells.

Bifur means it. Truly. It is always the last thing to come back to him. The marriage you two have. So he always tells you.

Givishel. My love. His precious gem.

He will never forget how much you care. How much you love. Just how much you occupy his mind. The last to leave. The first to go.

It means everything to him. In a world he can no longer make sense of. One thing is for certain. Always there

You. You and your love.

It guarded him in battle. Pulled him from the brink of death. Pieced him back together. Filled the shell of the dwarf he became.

So much of your love you gave to him he overflowed with it. Drowned in it. You could have left. Let him fall in his confusion.

Yet you didn't. You stood by his side.

Bifur wished he could give you more. Pull the moon from the sky. The stars. Make you a crown of starlight. A robe of blacken skies.

You deserved a better life. This much he knew. He watched as you laughed. Jokes with his cousins. Teased the burger. Give Dwalin a run for his money on who could drink more ale.

This was the last chance he would care for you. Give you the life you deserve. To care for you in the manner he promised you when he married you.

Fulfill the vows he whispered to you when he placed those beads. A life of ease. A life of plenty. A life without want.

He did not know how much longer he had. But he would make it count. For you.

Always for you.