#sunwood

[myxrovuk]

[quasieli]

[ID copied from alt text: A full body digital drawing of Farrah Sunwood (she/her), a NPC from my D&D campaign, set against a dark red and orange background with yellow bokeh lighting. Farrah is a middle-aged, thin, tan complexion human woman with long black hair tied in a low hanging braid, pale green eyes, a large, healed burn scar on the right (viewer's left) half of her face, and a small slit scar under her left (viewer's right) eye. She is wearing a sleeveless full length gold dress with a layered skirt, as well as a peach shawl hanging off her shoulders, and various bits of gold jewelery. She is posed standing up right and looking at the viewer with a soft smile. End description.]

My players are finally headed to the hometown of our rogue and he's gonna get to see his mama for the first time in over 15 years! So I thought it'd be nice to have a cute lil visual of her to show my players 💙

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Traditional Laundry Room - Laundry

[valyalyon]

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SEA MASTER LIST OR #LYONSEA

DIVIDERS

CW: mentions of crime, seduction smut, explicit language. MDNI. 3.9K Words.

Carcos was a city to the Northeast of the Red Highway. It was infamously crime-ridden, but the art scene was alive there.

The city was overrun with art galleries hosted by starving painters who were desperate for a leg up against their competition. This Artist Alley was a source of frequent discussion from the wealthier majority of Carcos residents.

The aristocrats argued that the Artist Alley was just a drug ridden, crime infested street that made the City of Carcos look dirty and appear complicit in the Red Highway empires.

Carcos boasted green hills and a proximity to the ocean (though, the beaches were very cold), and the temperatures were typically moderate from April until November.

During the month of June, the temperatures were known to be bizarre as some days would bring monsoons while others would bring heat waves.

It was June 1st, 2019 when she met Arthur Marlowe.

If you ask her what exactly brought her to him, she won’t be able to answer. She was in a daze ever since the murder of Jasper, she didn’t even have a clear memory of leaving Sunwoods to arrive in Carcos.

She just knew that she caught a bus after the funeral, eventually opened her eyes again as she went back onto the Red Highway, and when her mind brought her clarity again…

She was there in Carcos, staring at her reflection in the mirrors of a high fashion store in the city center.

Her hair was still dyed blonde, yet it was getting even longer and she wore a long beige coat. She felt so plain and colorless, she felt so lost and hopeless.

Ever since my baby went away it’s been the blackest day.

She walked through the city streets taking in every bit of it, not sure how long she’d even been there anymore.

Eventually she was standing in the Artist Alley in front of just another art gallery.

This one had her attention though. She scanned the interior through the windows, but her eyes kept returning to a painting of the Red Highway.

She walked up to the door and opened it, walking in. The art gallery was small, with 8 paintings lining the walls, and 4 paintings in the center of the gallery on easels.

Her eyes ran along all the paintings, getting lost in the Red Highway painting. She could hear the motorcycles, but they were so far away now, it had been so long since she had lived that life.

That was when the painter came into the gallery from a staircase that led to what must have been his apartment. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, just looking at her, mesmerized by her.

She was standing with her long blonde hair let down, she wore a black skirt and a white button down blouse under her beige jacket.

Her attention turned to him as his voice broke the silence, “have you been on the Red Highway before?”

She nodded her head, and looked up at him, “my ex was the leader of one of the biker gangs.”

The man was handsome. He was 6 feet tall, with brown eyes and curly blonde hair. He was pale, and had a stubbly beard growing back in.

He wore a paint-stained white button down and khaki pants likewise stained, and he started to smile at the woman, “that’s insane. I’d love to paint your memories of it if you let me.”

She raised her eyebrows for a second, and then seemed to stop to think, before responding, “maybe… Do you think you could make a portrait of me? I don’t think I’ve been photographed in years and never been painted.”

“It’d be my honor, come with me, I’ll be done in less than 30 minutes,” he turned and walked back up the stairs.

“A painting of just my face,” she told him as she followed.

He opened the door into a room with a very comfortable white couch, inviting her to sit down he grabbed an easel from the other corner of the room.

“What are your favorite colors?” He asked curiously, getting painting supplies out of a clear box.

“Red and pink,” she told him.

“What’s your name?” He walked over and started to test his brushes on the canvas.

She was quiet for a second, but her eyes looked up into his eyes, “Ember Conrad. What’s your name?”

“Arthur Marlowe,” he told her, before adding, “but you can call me whatever you want.”

“I’ll think of something,” Ember promised, still posing for the painting.

Arthur finished the painting in a few minutes, he was always so quick with his work, but once he was done, he didn’t immediately tell the girl.

Instead, he sighed, and drew on the canvas again, “Something about your blouse… keeps messing with this…”

“So?”

“Can I move it off your shoulders?” He asked.

“Not without taking of the whole shirt,” Ember responded, staring up at him.

“Let’s do that, then,” Arthur smiled at her and set his paint and brushes down, “I’ve seen my share of naked bodies, I’m a painter…”

He walked up to her and helped her take the shirt off, but she placed her arm to cover her nipples.

He glanced down at her and backed up for a second, before saying, “no that changes your hair in the painting.”

“You just want to see my tits, admit it,” Ember responded, annoyedly looking up at him.

Arthur let out a laugh and held his hands up, “alright, you caught me. I’ll stop, I’ll stop… don’t look at me like you’re going to tear me apart.”

Ember shook her head. She scanned his face, but the man returned to the easel to finish the painting.

She watched him as he walked away, wondering what was going through his head.

Ember’s eyes went to the studio’s door, seeing it was still open and she could still see down the stairs to the Art Gallery.

The girl put her top back on quickly.

She stood up, descended the stairs, and opened the gallery door. She disappeared into the streets, hearing Arthur calling out after her.

…

She returned the next two nights to visit him, and on the third night she sat on the white couch as he painted her.

She had her top off, her breasts exposed to him.

Arthur was mystified by her. He thought she was the most interesting woman in the universe but she didn’t give into him.

She took her time with everything, her big, green eyes would watch Arthur like she was examining him, that night being no different, “I’m afraid of you, Arthur.”

“Is that why you’re always so tense?” the man turned his honey eyes to her.

His face had light stubble that Ember’s eyes ran over, dark eyebrows, and blonde curls. He was pale, but that night the lights were lower in the studio with colored LED lights illuminating the space.

From Ember’s notes:

I couldn’t tell what color he was most of the time.

He was a chameleon, an artist, a God amongst men.

“Paint me, Apollo…” was the only thought that entered my mind.

“You’d call me tense?” Ember asked, tilting her head slightly as she stared at him, “you’re staring at my breasts after meeting me only three times. You want something else from me.”

“I want so much from you I could explode,” he admitted, and the lights were orange, his skin was dazzling, but he kept painting.

When he turned his eyes to her, Ember uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her knees touch, “I don’t think that’s fair to me.”

Arthur’s eyes moved to her knees, moving along her curves, pausing to breathe and he let out a chuckle, “I wish I could be fair to you. Could you forgive me if I couldn’t?”

“No,” Ember shook her head, and she stood up.

“Don’t go,” he stood up just as quickly, moving to her.

She put her hands up, he stopped in his tracks, “Don’t touch me.”

“Okay, I won’t touch you, I swear. I’ll be fair, I’m sorry, please sit…” his voice was panicked, and he walked back to the painting, “Just stay…”

But if I had you that would be the only thing I’d ever need.

As his back was to her, Ember stepped out of her skirt, and pulled her thong up by the waistband.

He turned around at the easel, and looked at her panties, “skimpy… I wouldn’t have expected that from the classy business lady.”

“Do you make a living assuming things about people?” Ember cocked her head,

Arthur laughed, but he continued with the painting as he responded, “I wouldn’t have to be presumptive if you’d just tell me more about yourself.”

“I did just tell you I was afraid of you. You didn’t even acknowledge it,” the young girl responded, turning her eyes away from the man as his eyes were on the canvas.

When he looked up, he cleared his throat, “no, look me in the eye… Maybe I’m scary, but how can I stop being scary if I don’t know anything about you?”

She turned her eyes back to the man, “why is there always something hot between us? Is it the way you look at me?”

“If I could have you now, I’d paint you in other ways,” but the man shook his head, his eyes dropped as they trailed the girl’s body, “you’re distracting me.”

“Either give me what I want, or stop distracting me and tell me more about yourself while I paint,” Arthur pressed his paint brush to the canvas, but his eyes trailed back to the girl.

“I don’t even know what you want to hear,” was the girl’s response, and her eyes left his.

Something came over Arthur, because he returned to Ember, and knelt down at her feet, “look in my eyes… I can’t get over your eyes. Where were you born?”

“On an island among clear tropical waters,” she answered coyly, her eyes focusing on his, “I told you I didn’t want you touching me.”

“No wonder you’re so beautiful, you’re not from Heliosea,” Arthur chuckled, but he reached his hands to take hers, “you said that earlier, I thought you had changed your mind.”

Her hands were in his, and she made note of how tough his hands were, glancing at the paint stained fingers, “I just said it a minute ago and I definitely didn’t tell you I changed my mind.”

“Pull away, then,” the man teased, his grip only tightening around her smaller hands, “I’ll let you go if you do.”

“I doubt that,” the girl let out a laugh, pulling her hand away which only brought Arthur closer to her, “see? You’re such a liar.”

“Am I wrong for wanting you?” the man asked, but his face disappeared into the girl’s neck, littering kisses along the exposed flesh.

“I think so,” Ember moaned softly, her head tilted as the feeling of his kisses filled her tummy with butterflies.

He created a trail of kisses from her neck down to her breasts, where he stopped to suckle on her nipples and hold her breasts, “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I’ve wanted you since we met.”

Her eyes rolled back slightly as she sunk into another moan, “Arthur… you do this with all your models… with all the girls you find off the street… I won’t be another whore.”

His lips trailed down further, and his fingers moved to take off her panties.

As soon as he removed her panties she pulled her legs away from him, and he defended himself, “I don’t do this with all my models. Do you want me to tell you my body count or something?”

“No!” Ember shook her head, and she stood up off the couch, “get an STD test, maybe I’ll consider it then.”

Arthur nodded his head, but reached for her, “don’t go, Ember. I won’t touch you, just stay with me.”

The girl stopped Arthur before he could touch her again, and she slipped back into her skirt as the man watched her ass get covered, “you’re way too burnt up. I don’t want you getting ahead of yourself.”

He watched as she put on her top, hiding her breasts and slipping back into her jacket. Her eyes met his and he held his breath, “I’m not burnt up.”

“You’re burning up just saying that,” Ember walked towards him and kissed him on the lips once.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in further, adding his tongue and parting her mouth. She moaned, but she pushed him off when they both started getting too hot.

Ember was panting as she stared up at him, “Don’t… No more… I’m leaving, Arthur… Good night.”

“Come over tomorrow night, I’ll get a rapid test. I will tell you my history too if it would make you feel more comfortable. I want you, I’ll do anything,” the man swore, kissing her again.

She pulled away quickly, “keep my panties. That should be enough.”

With that, the girl disappeared again.

…

Ember did not return on the fourth night. Instead, she returned on June 5th and Arthur ran down to greet her.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but Arthur kissed her first, holding her face as he spoke, “I thought you wouldn’t come back. I’ve been waiting for you since yesterday.”

“I don’t believe you,” Ember pulled away from the tall man, but she walked up the stairs into his studio as he followed hot on her trail.

He grabbed her arm when they entered the apartment, and he flipped her to face him, “believe me, believe me… I’ve wanted to be around you every day since I met you.”

“Stay here, don’t go anywhere else,” he begged, his hands going to her jacket and removing it. He set it aside on the couch, and looked at her, “I got my results. I can give them to you.”

Ember looked up at the man, “don’t expect me to just sleep with you after you show me the results.”

“Alright,” he walked to the kitchen and grabbed the results off the counter, returning to Ember, “here.”

She looked through all the results, everything negative. It was from the same doctor that Ember had gone to, so she pulled her results out from her purse, handing them to him.

Arthur tossed hers aside without a care, “please… Let me paint you again.”

The girl nodded her head and looked up at him, “why don’t you take the clothes off for me? I’m ready to be fully nude.”

His eyes lit up, the lights a red and orange interchanging as he approached. Arthur greedily detached all her clothing, until the girl was standing naked in front of him.

She didn’t move, but she turned her head up to Arthur and let out a shaky breath, “um… you should paint me, now.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, although his mouth was already hovering over Ember’s.

“No… you don’t know how to restrain yourself…” was all she moaned out, putting her hands up to defend from the big man.

He moved away and grabbed a canvas. He set everything up and sat down, tossing color after color onto the canvas. He was working so quickly, and his eyes studied every inch of Ember’s body with hungry desire.

This painting was his best of the ones he’d made of her. The colors were melting into each other, but everything was so romantic and lucid.

It was through the interchanging warm lights that Arthur was studying her young beautiful body. He was enamored with her after only having met her a few days earlier.

He couldn’t be without her, and as he continued to paint her that feeling only solidified itself.

She was a Goddess melting onto a cloud, her naked body giving life to inspiration and desire within his mind.

He let out a laugh, and sighed, “you’re my muse, Ember… I want to call you Calliope.”

“Who are you then, Apollo?” She asked curiously, her head turning as her eyes met his, “can you play instruments too?”

“If you wanted me to, yeah,” he nodded his head and he completed the painting. Calling her over, “come see.”

Ember got up from the couch and went to his side, standing in front of the painting. Her eyes ran along all the curves of her body put on display by his hungry eye.

She was standing there naked, as he came up behind her. His fingertips gently pressed all along her naked body from her hips up to her breasts.

He was hard against her, but he was still fully dressed.

Her pussy rubbed against his hard shaft, though, sliding along his pants and glancing over her shoulder at him, “careful, Apollo…”

“I won’t be,” and his hands went to his belt, tossing it to the side. He unzipped his pants and fished out his member, “I need you, Calliope…”

“I love the painting,” Ember teased. She turned around and helped Arthur out of his pants, face to face with his 9 hard and throbbing inches.

Her lips spread around his tip, her tongue pressing along the slit of his cock. She looked up at him as she did it, her eyes begging the man for more.

Arthur groaned slightly, letting his head fall back for just a minute, before he turned his attention back down to the girl, “I want to go all the way with you, Ember. I mean that in every way.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she moved her head along his shaft, taking him deeper into her throat before pulling away to speak, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean sexually and in all ways. I want you to be mine, I’ll take care of you, you’ll live here with me until I get a bigger place,” the man promised, gripping her arm and lifting her off the ground.

On her feet now, she followed Arthur into the bedroom.

The door was open and there were neon LED strip lights hidden within the room. The environment seemed identical to the living area, and the red-orange lights still interchanged. Music was playing, but neither registered what they were listening to.

What’s important is this evening I will not forget; purple, blue, orange, red, these colors of feeling.

The only sense that existed was sight, so Arthur and Ember were dizzy with one another.

She felt she saw a God, as he lifted her onto the bed, and laid her out. He got on his knees and ate her out, with her voice filling the burning air. She was dizzy, and obsessed with the sensation of his tongue as he used spit to paint all over Ember’s trembling pussy.

Within minutes, the pleasure from his tongue had Ember crying out, “stop, just give me your cock already.”

“I love hearing that,” was his response, as he stood and pushed her further onto the bed. He got on top, placing his throbbing cock against her pulsating, wet opening, “you want just the tip? Or every inch of it?”

“Are you asking me if I can handle you?” she turned her eyes up to him.

He slipped into her, quickly moving all nine inches into her. She gave no friction, her body happily giving into him. The man was drunk off her.

He littered her skin with kisses, leaving hickeys here and there, but focusing most of his kisses on open mouth make out sessions with Ember.

They shared a heat that seemed to weld them together. The edges of their bodies were red and burnt, but they were blending into each other as the sex continued to get hotter.

Ember’s hips rolled along with his deep thrusts, her pussy taking every inch happily as she moaned. She saw again in Arthur a God, and found herself in his garden, “Apollo… you’ve done what I was afraid of. You’ve trapped me.”

“Good,” he chuckled and leaned in, kissing her again with his tongue as his thrusts intensified, pushing harder against her cervix, “the only thing I want is for you to stay. Do nothing but be my muse.”

“Is this nothing?” She asked in between moans, her hips dancing as his thrusts filled her tight hole, “I definitely think you’ll have expectations from me.”

“Definitely not nothing, and who doesn’t have expectations?” He raised his brows and his hands ran along the sides of her curvy frame, “every man I know is grown enough to have expectations.”

“What,” she moaned before she could continue, “what are yours?” Her hands moved to her breasts as as Arthur’s pace quickened and went deeper into her.

“Don’t work. I don’t get out much. I want you here with me,” he explained, as his nine inches spread her with every deep thrust, “be mine, tell me every thing, live here with me, let me fuck you hard several times a day.”

“Several?” Her voice cried out, hands squeezing her breasts as she felt the deepness of his cock, “I don’t know if I could keep up.”

“You definitely can,” Arthur promised, kissing her deeply as he maintained his intense pace, “I think you’re made for this, Calliope. You’re made for me. Be mine, I’ll love you more than anyone ever could.”

“Bold,” she responded.

His thrusts became more aggressive, as his mouth pushed against her lips even more aggressively. She was giving into it, though, her moans revealing her pleasure in the situation.

“Be mine,” he repeated, his big hands wrapped around her little throat, putting pressure on her, “I need you, Ember. We’re twin flames, I know it. Let me take care of you, and let me paint you.”

With his loosened grip, she moaned out, “yes, I’ll be yours.”

He groaned as he kissed her, holding her head and pushing her deeper into the bed as Arthur added more of his weight onto Ember’s squirming body. Within just a few seconds, the man was filling her with his seed.

She panted as she felt it spilling out of her, and as Arthur began to adjust himself, she spoke, “I’d really prefer if you pull out or cum in my mouth going forward. I’m not on birth control.”

“Completely fair,” Arthur commented, but he was starting to slip back into her, “I would take care of you if you were pregnant. That’d be hot.”

“You’re rushing things… I’ll move in with you and I won’t work, but I can’t get pregnant just yet. We need to see how we are with each other,” Ember argued, and started to pull away from the man.

He respected her space and agreed to her boundary.

After that the two made plans for Ember to move in the next day, and soon fell into sleep with each other.

hi huney bunches!! Arthur is hereeee!! so excited

Going to be using regular colored-bold text going forward instead of the "chat" text I used previously.

Trying to make my space nicer to read <3 Lemme know what you thought of this story :))

SONG REFERENCES

The Blackest Day by Lana Del Rey

If I Had You by Adam Lambert

An Evening I Will Not Forget by Dermot Kennedy

[furvillaconfessions]

Sad to see Sunwood is leaving, she was a joy to have around.

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[didasgomas]

Rose County map(s)

Trust me, an actual tourist guide would be far more organized and detailed, and wouldn't even bother to include the upper district beyond the safe zone, but these are numbered based on the order I imagined them (Don't come at me for being so awkward about this, I literally started and finished it yesterday all on just Paint)

Enjoy the weird names club I guess

Close-up just in case

Numbered list :

1- Veggie Farmers Market 2- Cherise Daycare 3- Nowva (5-star restaurant) 4- Sally Roberts County Hospital 5- Albert Caver (supermarket) 6- Thomas and Clara salon (beauty salon) 7- Smith Construction Engineering and Home Repairs 8- Sunday Art Class (private art atelier for kids) 9- Rose County Police stations 10- Flowers and Peeps Motel 11- Rainbow Path bus station 12- Dayshaw Lake Foods (seafood restaurant) 13- Rosanora city (2nd most important city in the county) 14- Stork's Cradle (Birth center and baby hatch) 15- Thrushmount village 16- Pirate's Hook (swimming pool) 17- The Lotus (Asian themed restaurant) 18- Frosty ice creams 19- Planetarium 20- Amusement park 21- Rose County Fire Department 22- Caddie's (confectionery store) 23- Saint Rita Private Catholic Institute 24- Bertha's (supper club and betting shop) 25- Sunwood community farm 26- Nkiru homeless shelter 27- Rosafort city (county seat) 28- Binstry café 29- Halley town ("safe zone border") 30- The Ivory (shopping mall) 31- Deedee's Tavern (tourist restaurant) 32- Chrono Hall (museum) 33- Rose Wendigo Hotel 34- Lasses, Gags and Lads Casino 35- Sandy Snows place (casino, bar and venue)

Here's a districts map by the way

Only a handful of these named businesses will actually be important for the In Mortality story, but I do love some extra worldbuilding

Feel free to send asks if any of this has caught your attention

Cdta belongs to @missr3n3

[shiroomo]

Sunwood Yoyogi Nishisando

If walking from the station, it might be a bit difficult in summer. It's about as far as Keio Plaza, but unlike Nishi-Shinjuku, there are no moving sidewalks or roofs. But it's great for strolling in winter, especially Meiji Jingu Shrine from Nishisando. 109.8 million yen, built in 2017, 9 minutes from Shinjuku station, 55m2 2LDK 3rd floor

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FlowersWoods

Why are some like picking flowers while others are like sawing wood flowers are delicate and plucked easily arranged lovingly and slowly turned hereand turned there always finding sunwood is hardand knotted causing stops and starts wood is heavy and weighty dirtydifficult definitely challenging when we’re younger we pick flowers learning they diebut wood ohwood once fallen discovers its beauty

[myxrovuk]

[neareport]

Jonesboro Man Arrested for Shooting at Residence and Hiding Firearm

JONESBORO, Ark. – A 43-year-old Jonesboro man was arrested over the weekend for allegedly shooting at a residence and attempting to hide the firearm, according to the Jonesboro Police Department. The incident occurred after 9 PM on August 19, near the intersection of Sunwood and Winston. Police responded to a “shots heard” call and discovered that a 34-year-old female victim’s residence had…

[luxxlunaae]

stone...wood... these are two words you can put any other word in front of to make a surname...

for example. Sunstone. sunwood. Kelpstone. Kelpwood. Oldstone. oldwood. the list goes on and on

[t4tstarvingdog]

HONEYWOOD AND SUNWOOD SWEEPPPPPP

TIMOTHY CAN I GET UR OPINION ON AN ANIMAL CROSSING ISLAND NAME

HELLO YES. i think you should name it faggot meadows <3 (<- joking bc i know they wouldn’t like that) uhhhhmmmm do you already have names for it or do you want me to give you ideas

[valyalyon]

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CW: pregnancy symptoms, violence, gang interactions, police character. MDNI. 2.1K Words.

By the 9th of May, life felt picture perfect. There was normalcy, there was a routine of luxury relaxation that permeated Star’s every day life with Jasper. Especially now that she was 18 weeks pregnant.

The old man would frequently take her out on spa days, shopping trips, and he always made sure that all her cravings were satisfied. He always told her he’d be sad if he found out her cravings weren’t all settled by him.

That night, Jasper was getting ready to leave for the Red Highway while Star sat on the bed, drawing circles on her tummy. They were talking every few minutes, but the man was in the bathroom when he heard his girlfriend yelp.

He quickly went to check on her, and saw her touching her pregnant belly with a look of excitement burning in her sweet green eyes, “Jasper… I just felt the baby move… I think I saw it.”

He was at her side, touching her belly all over and talking to the baby, “let me see you move you tough little rugrat.”

Their baby did kick in response and the couple were both watching it happen. Star was wide eyed, and gently ran her index along her belly, “I’m so excited to meet our baby.”

Jasper kissed her, and smiled at her when he pulled away, “I am too.”

…

By Star’s 19th week of pregnancy, the movement of their baby was more frequent.

That night, Star and Jasper were getting dressed to go to the Red Highway together. Jasper had a business meeting to attend to, and Star had finally agreed to join him.

I don’t wanna ride alone down this dark and lonesome road ‘cause even cowboys can get lonely from time to time.

Star still felt nervous, but she had realized that she was feeling more nervous alone in the guest house. She worried that if he died on the Red Highway, no one would ever tell her. She couldn’t lose him, so she decided to go with him.

Star wore one of her midi dresses and held onto Jasper’s arm. The strong older man walked with her to the truck, helping her into the passenger’s seat once there.

She leaned back comfortably in the seat, as Jasper came around the truck and entered the driver’s seat. The man made sure Star was still comfortable, asking her, “you sure you want to come?”

She nodded her head, touching her tummy with her hands gently, “I’d rather be at your side than not at all.”

The older man smiled at her sweet words, and they started on their trip.

About half-way through their voyage to a small town on the Red Highway, Jasper got a call on the speakers of his phone from Dahlia. He answered the call.

She was seemingly calm, “hey. Got a call from your dad’s nurse. She says she doesn’t think he has much time left, that he might die within a couple days.”

Jasper rolled his eyes, “how many times has she told us he has a couple days left? I’ve been waiting for years at this point.”

“He’s a piece of shit but he’s still your father. Aren’t you worried for him?” Dahlia asked with a more serious tone.

“He physically abused me for years and was generally a shitty man that expected too much of me,” the old man said in exasperation, driving very safely, “the answer to your question is: no.”

Dahlia laughed a little, and then asked, “where are you and Star headed?”

“Taking Ember on a work trip to the Red Highway… you know how those criminals are out there. Got an undercover meeting with gang members, we’re getting to meet their boss,” Jasper essentially lied to his wife.

She wasn’t involved in his illegal crime business. She knew he was the Sheriff of Sunwoods and that he had a substantial territory to “protect and serve”.

The Red Highway was known for so many different criminal organizations and industries. It was a silk road of illegal paraphernalia and had created its own self-sustained communities.

While never addressed by the Heliosea Government in any public statement, the “criminals” of the Red Highway were the ones responsible for taking care of their highway. These criminals accused the government of deciding to negate assistance on H-35, a federally created interstate.

Due to lack of assistance from the government, the Red Highway was able to become an intense, crime-ridden area with well maintained roads and identical towns to commit crimes.

“I don’t even know why the government still makes you go to that Hellish road. You’re too good as Sheriff to just get killed out there,” Dahlia responded, and then added, “my friends are calling, I’m going to hang up. Be safe out there you two.”

…

Arriving in the Red Highway, Jasper drove South until they hit the town they’d be meeting in. From there, he drove to the bar they’d be meeting the gang at, and he parked the truck in the front.

The couple walked into the bar together, and found it empty of any patrons. Dim lights obscured the room, and music played through speakers all around them.

Jasper led her to a booth seat and had her sit inside so he could stand freely to greet the gang members.

The two chatted back and forth, with Star commenting, “it’s easy to disappear out here. I think about that a lot. There isn’t a government, and it’s the gangs you have to answer to, but… there’s a lot you can still do under their noses.”

Jasper chuckled and raised his brows, “you’re an expert at hiding from gangs, then? Why don’t you tell me about the things you can still get away with?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m an expert,” she shook her head, “also, I’m not telling you what my secret is because you benefit from uncovering that information. I would lose my ability to do it if I told you.”

“Sneaky girl,” he tsk’d slightly, and wagged a finger at her dramatically, “you wanna disappear from Sunwoods under my nose… If we weren’t about to have a meeting, I’d have to show you that I am the boss.”

Star rolled her eyes and chuckled at the old man’s dry humor. She went to respond, but his attention was off to the side, looking at the front door of the bar.

The girl decided she wouldn’t speak, and waited as the man’s eyes moved.

Finally, the older man stood up, and shook hands with…

Daniel. Do you happen to remember Daniel? Probably not because his gang name is used more often, how about Dog?

Dog was one of the top men in LJ’s gang, considered the secondary hand to Leviathan.

The gang member greeted Jasper kindly, shaking his hand and avoiding his eyes slightly as he spoke, “Cowboy J, Leviathan said it would be better for us to have the meeting. He said some really rude stuff, as I’m sure you can imagine…”

Jasper was in the middle of speaking when Dog’s eyes began to trace over and would find Star, “I can definitely imagine. That man is unhinged.”

Dog took a step closer, squinting and looking at Star, “Angel? Is that you?”

“This is my girlfriend, her name is Star,” Jasper responded, trying to keep distance between his girl and the young gang member.

Star recognized Dog, yet it had been so long since she heard the name Angel, and she hoped maybe he would believe Jasper.

He didn’t, though. His eyes widened a little as they scanned Star’s face, and soon the man started taking some steps back, “might be better that Leviathan speak to you.”

The old man was about to reject that, but Dog disappeared out the door. Star’s heart rate was elevated and she scooted closer to Jasper who was standing next to the booth, “maybe we should go?”

The man looked down at his young girlfriend and furrowed his brow, “of course not. Were you dating Dog or something?”

“No,” the girl answered as the door slammed open and Lazarus stormed into the bar flanked by at least three other men.

Lazarus walked directly to Jasper, his voice full of irritation, “you’re a fucking disgusting old man.”

Jasper raised his arms defensively, and to taunt Leviathan, “here we go again. Typical Leviathan being completely incapable of having a normal, level-headed discussion.”

“I feel as if I’m pretty level-headed given the circumstances. She was my girl and you have her,” Lazarus looked at Jasper with a serious expression of hatred, “She’s 40 years younger than you, you disgust me.”

“Watch your mouth, kid,” the older man responded, only for Lazarus to approach him, “back the fuck up or I’ll hurt you, Leviathan.”

“Fucking try me, old man,” and with that Lazarus decked Jasper across the face, pouncing to get him to the floor, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

Star screamed from her seat and it made Lazarus pull away from the older man. He came to try to speak to her but Star stood up quickly and went to Jasper’s side.

Seeing her standing, Lazarus could barely make out a bump but couldn’t tell if she had just eaten or if she was pregnant.

He approached the couple, speaking to Star, “my Angel… I miss you so much. Come back, I’ll be whatever you need me to be. He isn’t who you think he is.”

Before Star could even think to respond, Jasper moved forward, shoving Lazarus hard into his men. They quickly sprang into action.

As another scuffle broke out, Jasper grabbed Star by the wrist with his hand and pulled her away quickly.

Jasper rushed Star out of the bar and towards the parking lot, grabbing the attention of the rest of the gang members. The running, the scuffle, the shouting voices of the men and Leviathan, was quite overwhelming and someone pulled a gun.

Jasper closed the passenger side door once Star was inside, and he ran around the front as the shots ran out. There were two and they were quick, followed by a loud scream from Lazarus that quieted the shots.

“Who the fuck is shooting at him? He has Angel, are you fucking insane? Don’t fucking shoot at her!” his voice was so furious it sounded animalistic.

Jasper didn’t waste any time and got in the truck, slamming the door and driving off.

Star had heard what her former lover said, and for a moment she was stunned. She had seen the kid that shot at them, but she hadn’t even seen Lazarus.

People heard him when he screamed that command, but he wasn’t even near enough to identify the culprit. He was just furious that anyone had put her in danger.

Still, she reminded herself that he created the danger that day.

As they were entering the Opportunity Highway, a call came in from Dahlia, Jasper casually asking, “is he finally dead?”

The woman paused, then laughed, “man, you’re fucked in the head.”

“Did you forget who my father was?” Jasper’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he continued keeping his eyes on the road.

“You’re already talking in the past tense,” Dahlia sighed, “how did you even know he was going to die tonight? Did you do something? Just tell me.”

“You know I didn’t, fuck off. I saw the Harbinger of Death, today. I figured you’d give me this news tonight,” Jasper told her, and started to drive with one hand.

The woman’s voice sounded irritated on the other side, “Leviathan. Great. So, he’s still out there.”

His other hand took Star’s hand, and he kissed it before he continued speaking, “terrifying the masses, slowly overrunning all the Red Highway gangs, typical Leviathan behavior.”

“God, if only he could figure out that he was meant to be better than that,” Dahlia sounded disappointed.

“He punched me, I doubt he believes anything is wrong with him. At least, we know where he is. Better than Brutus being on the run all these years,” Jasper said, making Star reflect in her mind to see if she knew a Brutus.

The name didn’t ring a bell to the young girl, but Dahlia recognized it because she continued, “that’s one of those things, though, Jasper. Do you really want to find Brutus?”

“Of course, he’s a dangerous assassin and he’s just running around the country freely. He needs to be arrested,” the man responded.

we are almost done with Harvest Whispers!! What do you think is going to happen in the last chapter? Leave your ideas below!

SONG REFERENCES Lonely Cowboy by KALEO

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congratulations to these losers for a) not dying and b) killing a vampire AND a prick

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