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do you think Seb has given Chris orals while he's driving? 😌

I think that Sebastian has sure fucking tried.

Baby gags, literally, for that dick. However. Chris just,, can't. He can't let him do it.

As much as he loves Sebastian's mouth and will rarely RARELY turn down getting his dick wet that way (or any way at all when it involves Seb), Chris also loves safety. To rephrase--I mean, that that man is a s l u t for safety, and especially, a slut for keeping the people he loves safe. In part, it's society's conditioning of manhood as being the "protector" and "provider" that makes him that way, but it's also that he truly feels the best when he knows the people he loves are as safe as he can assure them in a mostly uncontrollable world. It's a fundamental part of him.

So, as hot as the idea is, I don't think Chris would ever be able to follow through with letting Sebastian give him a blow job while he's driving.

What if he crashes? What if a crash hurts Sebastian? What if a crash hurts a pedestrian? What if they get caught? What if they get arrested and go to jail? What if they get put on some list? What if they're are outed and their careers crash and burn?

All the horrible scenaroes always run through Chris's mind, and it's too much for him. It's a fun and hot concept in a vacuum, but when it's unfolding in reality... no way. Chris just can't follow through.

The closest they probably ever get to car shenanigans happening is something like this fic by Minnie--

"Baby, you can drive my car" by @musette22

Or, I think the closest they probably ever get is Chris springing a game of red light, green light on Sebastian.

I don't actually know if that's the name for the concept I'm thinking of (or if the concept I'm about to describe is common outside my particular version of the kink community), but red light, green light, in a sexual context, is when driving, the driver and passenger take either an active or passive role in pleasuring the other person. The active person will pleasure the passive person when they stop at a red light. Then, when the light turns green, the active person will stop as they continue driving.

In this case, I am imagining that Chris would be the active partner, reaching over to palm Sebastian through his pants when they're stopped at a red light. When they're stopped, Chris feels up the bulge of Sebastian's hard dick without actually jerking him off. Without touching him under his pants and underwear. This is all over his clothes. And Chris is just giving him some friction. Some pressure. The toe-curling stimulation is enough to get Sebastian desperate, but not enough to get him off.

It's a tease.

That's the point.

Chris wants to wind Sebastian up and up and up until he breaks. He's always so beautiful when he cracks. Back arching. Mouth agape. Moaning. Turning the most pornographic shade of pink.

So, when they're stuck at a red light, Chris has fun with Sebastian. Playing with Sebastian. But, when the light turns green--immediately, when the light turns green--Chris takes his hand away and places it back on the stick shift or steering wheel. Not Sebastian.

It leaves poor Sebastian whining and pouting. Unhappy about the loss. Complaining as the attention from Chris is ripped away. Ripped away almost so completely that he feels ignored--neglected while Chris is driving.

All he can focus on, without new pleasure, is the tight ache still in him. The presence of need deep in his gut and low around the base of his cock. In the car, there are no distractions. Just the blur of sights around them. Just the muted sound of the engine and AC. Just the handsome profile of Chris' face. His nose and jaw and, oh, God, Sebastian can't even look at him without squirming in his seat. Pressing his legs together, feeling the pressure, then spreading his legs wide to cool himself off.

Eventually, after enough red lights, then a stretch of green lights (Seb would've never thought he'd curse green lights, usually it's the other way around), Sebastian starts begging. No longer are short complaints and silent pouts enough. He has to beg.

He means to beg to be allowed to touch himself. And, no, Chris, he will not be a distraction! He will not put on a show, moaning and swearing. He wouldn't. He wouldn't perform for Chris until he's forced to pull over and have sex on the side of this very open, public road. Why would Chris even think that?! But that isn't what comes out of his mouth. His mouth has a mind of its own, with its own motivations. And...

Sebastian, embarrassingly, ends up begging Chris to let him blow him. Not for his own pleasure, but for Chris'--he aches to taste Chris' pleasure.

But, Chris won't let him. He tells him it's too dangerous. As much as it pains him to turn down the offer. No.

Seb complains loudly this time. He's outright whining now. Petualant. It's annoying to his own ears, but he can't help it. He wants.

When they hit another red light, Sebastian tries to dryly scoff (it doesn't really work, it comes out all breathy with pleasure), "oh, b-but this isn't, ngh, this isn't dangerous?" Nodding down to where Chris is firmly massaging, firmly gripping him through his pants.

"No," Chris says simply. Pressing harder. Unbothered entirely as he continues to touch him.

"Guh--" Sebastian lets the sound burst out of his chest. Perfectly intelligent and coherent, of course.

Just as Seb's fingers begin to hurt from grabbing the door handle and center console so tightly, the light turns green.

Fuck.

The heavy, warm presence of Chris' hand leaves.

"Nooo-" Sebastian strings out.

"It's not dangerous," Chris isn't even looking at him as he talks now. He's staring straight ahead at the road, both hands firmly on the steering wheel. Completely put together, unlike Sebastian. "I'm not distracted when I'm driving. When we're sitting, I'm keeping one eye on the light, and it's not like we're moving, so it's fine. I can handle it."

Seb whimpers; he wants Chris to look over at him, he wants Chris to see him, squirming in his seat, flushed from his cheeks down to the collar of his shirt, and sweating enough to make his back stick to the seat through his shirt. Then, on top of it all, he's also so achy in his pants. Throbbing.

If--

If only, he would just--

Touch him.

Let him touch him.

Please.

Chris continues, unphased and stating, matter-of-factly, "I wouldn't be able to handle your mouth. Your mouth is too good, sweet boy."

Sebastian melts more into his seat with a hoarse moan. The praise rocks through him.

"I'm glad you agree," Chris chuckles and pats his thigh, so close to where Seb needs his touch but too far away at the same time.

If they don't hit any more red lights on the way back to the apartment, he's gonna cry.

That wasn't super long, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Also enjoy that fic from Minnie because 🤌🏻It's So Fucking Good🤌🏻 it's a whole ass meal.

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The Fallen

ao3

Summary: He finds her too late.

Author's Note: AU from the other one-shots (except maybe Protector) because Leara is married to Ulfric in this fic. If last night's Stay was Rosewing at its corniest, this is Rosewing at its most tragic.

Grab a box of tissues.

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       He could not find her.

         Thunder crashed and lightning split the sky in quick succession. The rain was such that the world around him was obscured, shrouded in curtains of ice water. He never had trouble flying through a strun before, but this gale might be enough to ground him. It would have if he was out for any other reason. But he would not be grounded. Not even Alduin himself could have ordered him to land.

         The one Odahviing served was greater than Alduin, and it was for her sake that he weathered this strun.

         Rain slipped between his scales, stinging the skin underneath with frozen teeth. Winds howled with the cries of wolves, ripping and tearing at his wings so that Odahviing could not keep his course. A shadow loomed ahead. Beating his wings against the gale, Odahviing avoided a mountain peak by the fangs of his maw. Hissing, he beat his flight higher, above the jagged teeth of Keizaal’s many strunmah. His wings were numb from cold and wind.

         If he could not find her soon, Odahviing was certain he never would.

         Faintly on the wind, a clear note below the howling wolves, came the familiar, “OD AH—"

         Then silence. Nothing but the strun.

         But it was enough.

         Tearing against the winds, Odahviing wheeled westward. The strun raged across all of Keizaal, drowning the world in frozen waters that would soon ice over, killing the last of the summer greenery and hastening on the bitter winter. Odahviing would face a thousand bitter winters if he could find her.

         Her Thu’um rang from the far west, beyond the city on its arch and the winding range of snow burnt mountains. High above, Odahviing could not see the ground. It was lost in the strun. The fire in his belly raged against the cold. Against the entire situation.

         She should never have ridden out from the Strunkodaav’s city. Not alone. Not after the Vokuntuz.

         With a growl, Odahviing circled the ground. He was near her, he felt the echo of her Thu’um in the air, but the ground was still clouded by the rain, He dared not dive down for fear of crashing.

         The strun was no better on the earth than it was in the sky. His head tucked low to the ground, Odahviing peered through the thickening darkness. Now grounded and near to her, he found his limbs slipping through the icy mud. He crawled low to the ground, his chest and belly sliding through the sludge as he inched forward. Raging yol boiled up in his throat, but Odahviing tampered it down, his ved faas deeper than his rahgot. Where was she? Where was his Dovthurjud?

         Lifting his head into the air, Odahviing shuttered his eyes against the jagged rain, staring into the dark. All around him was the sound of the strun, crushing the gol with hammering liz. She was nearby. He was certain. Perhaps, now—

         “LAAS YAH NIIR DOV AH KIIN!”

         The raging strun drowned out his Thu’im, but – yes, he was close enough.

         Slowly, careful not to slip, Odahviing crawled across the frozen gol. She was there, long stretches of the wing away, but he could see the faint smear of red light that was her soul, shining out despite the veil of rain. Burning, brilliant . . . unmoving. The ved faas gnawing at his zii bit harder, infecting him with a cold poison that ate at his bones. She was so near yet still so far. What happened? Why did she not move?

         Like a worm struggling through the mud, Odahviing clawed his way through the strun and gol toward her, his eyes never wavering from her even as the effects of his Zii Koraav were washed away by the rain. Tiid unslaad passed in his struggle to reach her. The lok ahrk gol could wash away in the ahzid strun, but he would still inch toward her. His lokaal . . . his mid to her drove him forward. It would always drive him forward.

         There was no fanfare when he reached her, his skin stung numb and his underside caked in icy earth. Odahviing gave no thought to himself once he saw her, shining silver and supine on the stones. Heedless, Odahviing scrabbled to her side, his legs slipping and his wings, frozen and trembling, dragging beside him. Then he was at her side, his great horned head held over her small form to shield her from the biting rain.

         “Ysmir,” he said, his voice washed away by the strun.

         She was still, her hair unbound and strewn through the mud in a dark halo. Gently, Odahviing lowered his snout to her chest, flicking his tongue and tasting the air around her.

         Bein! Krent qeth ahrk mahlaan sos!

         “Ysmir, Konziiyol.”

         He bowed his head closer to hers, as closely as he could. Her skin was liz, marbled ice. But there was nothing else. Nothing more. The light that drew him to her from across the strun lok se Keizaal was . . .

         It was. Not.

         Against the heavy rain and the winds buffeting at the nearby cliff face, Odahviing coiled himself around her, a shield and a protector against the winter fury of the strun. He did not know what else to do. His zii felt . . . tempered, weak as if somehow subdued. As he settled his head beside her, his wing spread to blanket her from rain, he knew that it was. The pure firelight burning within him had been snuffed out, blown away by . . .

         Dur Vokuntuz!

         Ved yol raged in his zii in the absence of her kun, gnawing at his bones with a burning rahgot for the ruth Vokuntuz and her dur bahlok! Ruth ek!

         It was only the need to guard his Dovthurjud now that kept Odahviing from braving the strun again and hunting down the lir. But he would. He would find her in whatever hole she dug herself into and devour her as Alduin once devoured sillesejoor in Sovngarde!

         But his burning rage dampened into an ache as he stared at her still face and prone limbs. He remembered her laughing face, the graceful smile that curved across her face whenever he answered her call. He always answered her call. He—

         The rage boiled again, this time at himself. He failed her. He did not protect her as she needed and now she was gone. His Kunziiyol was gone.

         He remembered her face, bright and full of light like the yunvu whenever he saw her. When she returned from Sovngarde, limping but euphoric in her victory over Alduin’s thur. She was beautiful then. Worthy to be Judsedov. Demanding his loyalty and protection. And he gave it, even when she did not understand her significance to the dov, to him. Even when she bound herself to the mey Strunkodaav.

         A deep growl rumbled in his throat, in tune with the thunder crashing overhead. The Stunkodaav failed her. The mey joor failed the vahdin who loved him. Who chose him over the skies of Keizaal and the worship of the dov! Who trusted him! Some ahmul. Some ahmul! Odahviing was not always there to keep her from danger, but as her ahmul, the Strunkodaav’s first oath to her was one of protection. Midrot kren! Once he devoured the Vokuntuz, he would—

         He remembered her face, her joyful eyes when she first told him she was with child. When she first introduced him to Kendov and later, Kaandrem. Her kiir.

         They were without her now.

         His rage turned again. Inward once more. Their monah was gone. He could not take the mal geinn’ bormah too. His Kunziiyol would not like that.

         He flexed his claws in the frozen mud, restless. Once the storm abated, he would bear her to her family one last time. A final flight. Then he would take wing again, his hunger for the Vokuntuz’s soul driving him.

         Coiled around his Dovthurjud, Odahviing made plans. He would hunt the Vokuntuz to her own death, but he knew he could not do it alone. He needed someone with a joor slen to weed her out. The lir was a shadow walker, an assassin’s blade. She would smell him on the wind and scurry into her hold. He could claw open the face of the gol to find her, but such destructive measures would make his Dovthurjud frown. She always handled things so delicately, so carefully. Everything. . . . except this hunt, it seemed. No, he needed a lighter touch, and for that, Odahviing would need Miraak.

         The Traitor, granted mercy by the Judsedov. Others would try to understand the bahlok nahkriin burning through Odahviing, but Miraak alone would share it. After all, hadn’t he also loved and lost the Dovahkiin to the Strunkodaav?

         No heart burned hotter than a dovah’s, and Odahviing’s was an inferno that threatened to consume him. He would not allow it to do so, but he would devour the one who hurt his Kunziiyol. He would burn the Vokuntuz’s world to ash.

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Dovahzul:

Ahmul – husband

Ahzid Strun – bitter storm

Bahlok – hunger

Bein – foul

Bormah – father

Dovah/dov – dragon/dragons

Dovahkiin – Dragonborn

Dovthurjud – High Queen Over the Dragons (lit. Dragons’ Overlord Queen)

Dur – cursed

Gol – earth

Joor – mortal

Judsedov – Queen of the Dragons

Kaandrem – Kyneiren Stormcloak (lit. Kyne’s Peace)

Keizaal – Skyrim

Kendov – Martin Stormcloak (lit. Warrior)

Kiir – children

Krent qeth – broken bone

Kun – goodness, light

Kunziiyol – Pure Fire Heart (lit. good/light fire soul)

Laas Yah Niir – Aura Whisper Shout

Lir – vermin

Liz – ice

Lok ahrk gol – Heaven and earth (an expression)

Lokaal – love (from the Legacy Dictionary)

Mahlaan sos – spilled blood (lit. fallen blood)

Mal Geinn – little ones

Mey – foolish

Mid – loyalty

Midrot kren – Oathbreaker

Monah – mother

Nahkriin – vengeance

Rahgot – anger

Ruth – damned

Ruth ek – damn her

Sillesejoor – mortal souls

Slen – body, flesh

Strun – storm

Strunkodaav – Ulfric Stormcloak (lit. Storm Bear)

Strunmah – mountains

Thu’um – Voice, Dragon Shout

Thur – tyranny

Tiid Unslaad – Time Eternal

Vahdin – woman

Ved – black

Ved Faas – Despair (lit. black fear)

Vokuntuz – Artanis Felagund (lit. Shadow Blade)

Yol – fire

Yunvu – new dawn (“yun” taken from Legacy Dictionary)

Zii – spirit

Zii Koraav – Aura Whisper (lit. Spirit Sight)

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Nissan Qashqai 2024: ¡Consíguelo ahora por solo 25.800 euros!

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Nissan Qashqai 2024: ¡Consíguelo ahora por solo 25.800 euros!

Nissan ⁤introduces the mid-life update of the Qashqai, a ​pioneer in ⁢the compact SUV segment and Nissan’s most important car in Spain and Europe. The crossover market is crucial in ⁤Spain, with ⁢56% of ⁣sales ‍coming from this segment, and the Qashqai has been a top​ seller for⁣ over 15 years, with nearly ⁣400,000 units sold in Spain.

Qashqai ⁤2024: A New Look

The ‌restyling of the Qashqai has arrived early but manages ⁣to completely change the aesthetics of this ‍popular ​SUV. ​The front end has undergone significant changes, with a ​large grille that gives it a resemblance to​ the Hyundai Tucson. Inspired by the shield of ancient samurais, the grille ⁣now has a ​more intricate design.

Redesigned Exterior Features

The new Qashqai features​ redesigned headlights integrated within ⁤the grille, accompanied ⁢by ⁢a new ⁤daytime running light signature. The side profile has⁣ been updated ⁤with new wheel designs, now available ​in sizes up to 20 inches. The rear of the car now sports⁢ a new lighting signature with individual ⁤elements similar ‌to​ those on the front grille.

N-Design:‍ A Sportier Option

The new N-Design grade stands out with its exterior aesthetics, featuring body-colored lower body panels and wheel arches. In contrast, other grades come with​ black protectors. The N-Design model also ⁢boasts exclusive 20-inch ⁢wheels and Alcantara upholstery with a unique Qashqai logo engraving.

In ‍conclusion, the updated Qashqai brings a fresh ​look ​to the ‍highly competitive crossover segment, combining modern ⁤design elements ⁢with enhanced features for a more appealing ⁣driving experience.

El Rediseño ⁢del Habitáculo en ‌el Nissan ​Qashqai 2024

El Nissan⁢ Qashqai ​2024 presenta un habitáculo que, aunque conserva ⁤su esencia, ha sufrido ligeras ⁤modificaciones. La⁢ pantalla central panorámica y el cuadro⁣ de⁤ instrumentos digital de 12,3 pulgadas siguen siendo los mismos.

Un Toque Deportivo​ con el Acabado N-Design

El nuevo acabado ⁤N-Design aporta una estética más deportiva al interior ‌del Qashqai 2024, gracias a la presencia de Alcantara en ⁣diferentes⁤ elementos ⁤como el salpicadero, la‌ consola central, las​ puertas, ⁤el cofre‍ central y los laterales de ⁣los ⁤asientos, combinados con cuero.

Además, se‌ han introducido nuevas tapicerías de asientos en los​ grados‍ superiores,‌ que ofrecen‌ cuero premium acolchado y cuero sintético vegano según el nivel de ⁤equipamiento. Asimismo, se ha mejorado ⁤la iluminación ambiental en determinadas versiones.

Integración de Servicios de Google y Amazon Alexa

El Nissan‌ Qashqai ‌2024 es el primer⁤ modelo de la marca en ⁤Europa en incluir aplicaciones de Google, como Google Maps de serie. Esto permite a los conductores acceder a sus ubicaciones y puntos ⁢de interés favoritos sin necesidad de utilizar el teléfono móvil. Las actualizaciones automáticas garantizan que la información ⁢del mapa esté siempre‍ actualizada.

El asistente de Google‍ facilita el​ control por‍ voz de la navegación, la información, el audio y la ‍climatización. Los conductores también pueden descargar aplicaciones desde Google Play para disfrutar de música, ⁢podcasts y audiolibros directamente en ‌el vehículo.

Además, ​aquellos ‍usuarios con una suscripción ⁤de⁣ datos pueden acceder al sistema inteligente Alexa de Amazon, que‌ permite realizar comandos de voz para reproducir ⁢música, escuchar noticias, consultar el clima y‍ controlar dispositivos inteligentes‍ desde⁤ el ⁣coche.

Mejoras‌ en ⁤la‍ Seguridad⁤ y la Conducción

El Nissan⁢ Qashqai ⁣2024 cuenta con un sistema mejorado de Monitor de Visión Periférica que incluye una función‍ 3D para que el conductor pueda visualizar⁢ el vehículo ​desde ocho puntos de vista diferentes, ofreciendo una vista‌ panorámica de 360 grados desde arriba. La función “vista invisible del capó” facilita las maniobras precisas en espacios ⁣estrechos al mostrar⁣ la posición de las ruedas delanteras desde una perspectiva trasera.

Además, ​la tecnología AVM desempeña un ​papel ⁣crucial al ayudar a los conductores a salir de lugares con‍ visibilidad ⁣limitada, utilizando una ⁢cámara frontal gran angular para proyectar la vista‌ en la pantalla central. La función “Memoria de ubicación ⁢de plaza de aparcamiento” almacena las ‍ubicaciones con visibilidad​ reducida en la memoria GPS del AVM, activándose automáticamente en las proximidades del cruce.

Confort y Espacio en las Plazas Traseras y el Maletero

Las plazas ‌traseras⁢ del⁤ Nissan Qashqai 2024 son espaciosas y cómodas, aptas incluso para adultos de gran ⁤estatura. Con un buen espacio para​ las piernas y‍ una altura generosa hasta el techo, los‌ asientos traseros ofrecen​ una sensación de amplitud. El maletero,​ que cuenta con una capacidad de 504 o 479 litros según‍ la versión, ofrece un⁣ amplio ⁣espacio de carga con diferentes opciones ⁢de distribución.

En definitiva, ​el ​Nissan⁣ Qashqai 2024 destaca⁣ por su interior renovado, sus avanzados sistemas de infoentretenimiento y seguridad, y su excelente habitabilidad‍ tanto en las‌ plazas traseras como​ en el maletero.

En ⁢el reciente⁤ modelo del Nissan Qashqai destaca⁣ la innovadora tecnología⁢ e-Power, con un motor eléctrico‌ de 190 CV y un motor de gasolina para recargar la batería. Las ‌versiones micro-híbridas de gasolina presentan ‌consumos entre 6,3⁢ y ⁤7‍ litros a los 100 km según la versión. Por otro lado, el ‍modelo e-Power ronda los 5,2 l/100 km homologados.

Al volante del nuevo Nissan Qashqai e-Power 2024

Durante‌ la prueba ​en carreteras portuguesas, ​se destacó la equilibrada puesta a ⁤punto del Nissan Qashqai, combinando confort y⁢ dinamismo.⁣ A pesar de ⁣mostrarse algo⁣ pesado a ritmos⁤ elevados, es ​un coche ⁣muy agradable de conducir en situaciones ‌normales. ⁣El sistema ⁢e-Power brinda una conducción ​eléctrica‌ con par instantáneo y‌ silenciosidad, aunque en momentos de mayor exigencia el motor de combustión puede resultar algo ruidoso.

Precio del Nissan Qashqai​ 2024

En cuanto⁢ a precios, ​el nuevo Nissan Qashqai es⁣ ahora​ más ⁤asequible, con un ​rango⁢ que va desde los 25.800 euros en la⁢ versión de 140 CV hasta​ los 39.850‍ euros del modelo Tenka+ e-Power totalmente equipado. Esta nueva variante es​ una opción interesante, pero también se pueden considerar las unidades anteriores, tanto nuevas como de ⁢segunda mano, para encontrar buenas ofertas en coches.net. ¡No te pierdas ⁤esta oportunidad!

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Bowler Extreme Defender, 2022. The Land Rover tuning specialists have revealed an upgrade that will be available for 90, 110 or 130 “classic” Defender platforms. The conversion includes a combination of 35-inch BFGoodrich tyres with bead-lock performance alloys and bespoke front and rear suspension providing a 2 inch lift all round. There's a new extended wheel arch kit while the front bumper is replaced with a lightweight Bowler version. The look is completed with an external rollcage and rockslider steps and classic Bowler sill protectors. The additional Lazer lights spotlight package can be added at the customer’s request. Output is increased to 175hp thanks to a Bowler modified ECU and racing intercooler

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I'm Gonna Tear Into Your Soul

For:@thicc-ray-of-sunshine

Warning: NSFW under the cut, dubious consent, use of aphrodisiacs and just Shang Tsung (this men is his own warning I swear).

Being a Godess isn't something easy, and it was rather boring. You cant intervene in mortal affairs without losing your godhood, and the other lesser gods were too up their own asses to do anything interesting. The Souls of the Dead walked slowly behind her.

"Missy (S/O)!, Missy (S/O)!"

Three youthful-looking girls ran up to her and squeezed her harem pants with small hands looking worried. The three Moiras of fate were three Little Toddlers of four destined in help her in everything she asked. They were dressed with little white belly dancer clothes, golden sandals and little crowns made of laurel. Besides they were adorable (becouse they were wearing a copy of (S/O)'s clothes), they looked like they were going to cry any time soon.

"Did something happen Little Souls?"

She stopped before the river of Sorrow, the gold chains jingled everytime she moved. Sifa let (S/O) blew her nose wich several snots were already running, it was a worrying thing of coure.

"Missy (S/O) we discovered something terrible"

Abdalla said with tears still running through her cheeks. That after a minute, (S/O) discovered that were fake. The three of them were fake crying, thing that wasn't new but got (S/O) curiosity anyway.

"The Mortal Kombat tournament is this week"

They were fake crying over that?. (S/O) smiled and tried to get back to work but Nala, the elder triplet stopped her.

"There is a bad Man stealing souls Missy (S/O)"

She said puffing out her cheeks. (S/O) arched her eyebrow looking at Nala, stealing souls wasn't an ability that only she possessed.

"I still don't see the problem Nala"

(S/O) answered waving her hand as a sign to dismiss the fact that there is a man stealing souls, what humans did was none of her business.

" I insist, you must go to the tournament as a spectator Missy (S/O)!"

She sighed, she didn't know why the moiras insisted but now she was curious.

...

It was a terrible idea, she was surrounded by all sorts of men, from filthy idiotic mortals to the kind of respectful mortals she did like.

"Sifa, Nala, Abdalla"

The three moiras approached, looking nervous.

"You three are so lucky that killing childs is a crime in Purgatory becouse you three would be already Dead right now"

(S/O) said with a tic in her eyebrow, the moiras shivered, they know that the Guide of the Dead never made empty threats.

"Now, now, Ma'am. There is no need to threaten this Little girls."

(S/O) slowly turned arround and crossed her arms, looking at the.

"You mean this three little demons?, don't worry about them, they will receive an appropiate punishment. Wait for me in the reincarnation wheel"

"But Missy (S/O)"

The three moiras puffed out their cheeks when the godess crossed her arms again, before giving (S/O) a cunning smile before disapearing in a Flash.

"Missy (S/O)?, like the godess?"

(S/O) wrinkled her nose at the chinese man.

"I am (S/O), protector of the Reincarnation Wheel and Guide of the Dead"

The Man smiled, looking pleased.

"I feel honored to be in your presence, great Guide Of The Dead"

(S/O) snort, rolling her eyes. Before removing the veil of chains, looking directly to the dark haired man.

"Somebody stole more than ten thousand souls before they could reach to my domains, Shang Tsung"

The man didn't even tremble at the poison used to pronounce his name.

"I hope you have a reason to do such a thing"

The sorcerer looked into her bright cyan eyes, that litterally glowed in the dark.

"I will not lie to you my Lady, staying eternally young requires consuming souls."

(S/O) examined the tall man before her, he was indeed a piece of art, a dessert worthy of her attention. He was an Adonis and (S/O) realized the moiras' plan.

"And tell me, mortal, why shouldn't I kill you and throw your soul straight into the river of suffering?."

Shang Tsung smiled at her.

"I can do anything my Lady, whatever you want"

(S/O) laughed, a rich sound that charmed the sorcerer compleatly.

"I don't think you can give me what I want, unless you can stand hours with me, sorcerer"

The godess said, the Human took her hand and kissed it.

"I can do anything my lady"

And (S/O) wished that this lover were more resistant than the others, who had died of exhaustion or could not continue due to the dissatisfaction of (S/O), after all, the godess was preety insaciable.

...

The sorcerer let the godess push him to the bed, she was already naked, a beautiful body in all it's glory: white skin, D cup breasts that filled his hands perfectly, and a perfect ass that would make anybody drool. A body worthy of a goddess

" My previous lovers, couldn't stand even a couple of hours, but i never tried a martial arts fighter. I guess that your resistance will be better"

She said licking his neck. The sorcerer striped from his hanfu, anxious to be taken by the goddess, after all, if the myth was right his power will increase to surpass Shao Kahns'.

"Well, I have never copulate with a goddess"

He said, His hand directly massaged her clitoris, making him smile when she moaned. Her hand, smooth as silk, she stroked his member a couple of times, succeeding in giving him the pleasure they were both looking for.

"Lay down, my dear"

She said. Tsung didn't reproach, both of them were too wild, too hungry for each other to waste precious time on foreplay.

"Fuck"

He sweared when she sat on his cock with a smile and a little laugh, the death magic surrounded the air, making it thicker and addictive

"Oh my dear, I guess That keeping you wouldn't be bad"

She said before starting slow, something easy to get in tune before reaching a more wild pace.

"Please...more"

He never begged, but oh, what wouldn't he do to get all that power?. The faster the goddess ride him, the more that the sorcerer got lost in the heady feeling.

"(S/O)"

He called her, the blood in his veins feeling like boiling water. He wanted more, more, more.

"Fuck, those three little demons"

He didn't pay attention, his body was hypersensitive, thing that only happened once, when he ate an aphrodisiac fruit from Outworld. He moaned when he felt closed to climax.

"C-close...I'm close"

He said, (S/O) kissed him almita cumming. A few minutes later, the couple reached their climax.

"oh gods"

(S/O) said, letting the sorcerer recover after that. She had to have a tall with The moiras about never drug anyone.

[awkwardgtace]

Night Of The Hunt

day 7 creature totally new setting that's low key a new au who knows. gonna go with giant protectors as an au name for now

Night Of The Hunt

They’d been running since they found this oversized town. None of them had expected this to even exist. The world to the west was supposed to be forests and lack of all society. Kaya was starting to trip and Zeke kept his hand in theirs to pull them along. Corus looked behind them again, the creature hadn’t stopped chasing them.

It looked almost like a cat, but the build was wrong. It was fast enough to catch them, but it was playing a game. It blocked their path at times without breaking a sweat. Corus cursed as one of those paw-like hands blocked them again. The three ducked into a small path that it couldn’t get through.

“Ok, after this, you two run, I'll stop to distract it,” he decided. Zeke and Kaya stared at him with a mixture of fear and pain.

“No way we’re not losing you to this thing,” Zeke hissed. Corus and Zeke were like brothers, it wouldn’t be easy on either of them to lose the other.

“We can find another way, maybe just hide out here for the night. It might get bored,” Kaya offered. They were too kind. They had moved to their old town just before this started.

“That thing has been playing with us. Please just trust me, I’ll find you guys once we’re out of this place. If I don’t find you, at least be happy without me.”

He smiled and the other two flinched. He was the third wheel at times and they all knew it. He wasn’t offering to be the distraction because he was stronger than them. He wanted them to be happy, it was hard enough for them before. There was a heavy moment of silence before both Zeke and Kaya nodded. With the plan set they went to the other end of their hiding place.

Corus shot out first. Just as he expected the cat thing was there, he swore he saw its eyes shining. Pink eyes felt more terrifying somehow. He ran towards it. The thing seemed frozen by his choice, until Zeke and Kaya ran out the opposite direction. It looked almost annoyed and Corus tried to keep its focus on him. The thing just grabbed him, the hold was weirdly gentle. Then shoved him in a bag he hadn’t noticed.

He expected to be bounced around, but the bag was padded. He could barely tell the thing was moving. Light flooded it and his friends were dropped in as well. They grabbed him in a tight hug. Kaya was crying.

“We thought it killed you when it bounded after us,” Zeke whispered. Corus hugged them back.

“It’s not over yet, I’ll find a way to get us out of here,” he said. They were in this together and he’d get them out at least.

He had no idea how long they were stuck in the bag, but light eventually graced them again. A hand came in and grabbed the three friends. It was tight, but still seemingly careful. They were dropped onto something soft. Corus stared up at the creature, the lavender fur slowly started to retract into pale skin. A human face replaced the cat features of the thing that grabbed them. Corus just took in the shockingly soft features towering over them.

The giant brought its face closer grabbing limbs from each of them. Corus almost laughed as the ears on its head twitched. He swore there was a hint of excitement in its eyes. He pulled his arm from the grip of now human fingers with claws on them. The giant just smiled at him. He shivered now that its fangs were on display. The giant pulled back, placing its hands on the ground and stretching. Its back arched like a cat’s and Corus got a view of the lavender furred tail.

“You three cut it close, the hunt is about to start,” the giant said. Corus almost thought she sounded kind. Zeke grabbed his shoulder to keep him still. “If I’d been a little later you would have been caught up in it. I’ll take care of you in the morning.”

The giant cat person stood and walked away. Her steps were deceptively light, barely any weight reaching them. She curled up like a cat on what looked like a cat bed. She watched them, Corus just tried to shield Kaya and Zeke from her gaze. He kept his own eyes locked on the giant woman’s. When they finally closed and he saw her chest moving slowly he turned to face the others.

“We need to get out of here before morning,” he said. 

The other two nodded and the three slipped off the cushion where she’d placed them. He moved ahead to make sure it was safe. There was no telling if she’d have something around to keep them trapped. He froze when a new unfamiliar sound occurred. He held his arm out to keep the others back and approached the sound. A clawed hand bigger than his head swiped close to his chest. He just barely avoided having his chest ripped open.

“Run!” he shouted.

The three took off as some creature double his size came from the shadows. It looked almost like a rat, but with some other animal traits mixed in too. He wasn’t sure which he’d rather face, the giant cat woman or the rat creature. He wasn’t given much of a choice when the hand that could hold him entirely slammed down on top of the rat creature. He stared up into the animal-like face, lavender fur hiding her skin again. She leaned down and bit the head off the creature. Her hand and face were coated in blood.

Corus ran over to the others and pulled them behind him. He wouldn’t let them die if he could help it. The lavender fur revealed pale skin again and a face that looked worried. The giant leaned close to them, the blood smelled rancid. It was nothing human at all. Her eyes narrowed before she started to reach for them. Kaya screamed as the clawed hand came close. It was a shock when she froze.

“We can’t stay here. Those things will keep getting in now that one made it through,” her voice sounded almost scared, but Corus didn’t believe it.

“I think I’d rather take my chances with those things than you,” he said. The way the woman’s face fell almost hurt him. He wouldn’t fall for it. “I don’t like the idea of having my head bitten off!”

“What? I wouldn’t…” The giant seemed to realize something and stood straight up. She walked away leaving the three with the dead body of the creature. 

“Let’s get away from this thing, the blood could be dangerous,” Kaya whispered. 

“They’re right… We aren’t going to get away from her anyway Corus,” Zeke added. 

Corus turned to follow them, they were right. Even if he tried to fight her or the creatures they’d die. He grumbled, but still kept walking back to where they’d run from. They weren’t getting away from her, maybe she was kinder than their home. The three didn’t move far before subtle tremors announced the giant woman’s return. He knew she had to be doing it on purpose. He turned back first to glare at her.

“There, the blood is gone. We need to go now. The hunt has barely started. If we go now we won’t have to worry about more of those things. I’ll just have to take you to my own home for the night,” she said. She kneeled and reached for them again. Corus pushed the others away leaving himself to be the only one to be grabbed. “We don’t have time for this!”

“Well we don’t have time to be your toys or part whatever this hunt you keep talking about is!” 

“Corus!” Zeke and Kaya shouted together. 

The woman froze for a moment, then she reached for the others. Corus started to squirm in her grasp, but it did nothing. She tightened her hold just enough he couldn’t move anymore. He couldn’t make his voice work to beg her to let them go. He spoke out, he was the problem. She just flattened her hands out to let the three sit on her palms.

“Look, everything got messed up because of how I had to catch you, once you separated I had to just act and the important parts slipped my mind. My name is Mira, I’m part of the hunters here. We keep humans like you safe from those creatures. My role this time was to find any of you who wound up here and keep you safe,” Corus narrowed his own eyes at her. She chased them around like toys; they had no reason to believe her.

“Why were you chasing us then?” Zeke asked. Corus was a bit shocked he spoke up.

“The goal was to get you somewhere with no escapes and I'd shift back to my normal form and tell you what was happening.” She let her gaze linger on Corus for a minute. “I didn’t expect you to split up. When you took that option I had to grab you instead. I couldn’t risk you still out there once the hunt started.”

“What is the hunt?” Kaya said. Corus looked at their face, they looked almost relieved. He studied Zeke’s face next, he didn’t look suspicious either.

 “It’s when those things try to make it past us to humans.”

“Then what’s out there, past this place?” Corus aked. He had a feeling of dread starting to settle in his gut. If this was the line of defense against those things then they had nowhere to go.

“Does that matter? I will just take you close to one of the human settlements in the morning when those things retreat. Just don’t tell others what you’ve witnessed tonight.” 

She finally stood up again and shifted them all to one hand. She grabbed her bag from earlier, attaching it to the belt that blended with her fur. Then she opened it letting the three fall in. It seemed like the conversation was done now, although he knew they all had more questions. It was noticeable now how she shifted. He imagined it was painful to morph her body even though she seemed lithe. 

“What do we do?” Zeke whispered. Kaya was clinging to him, they had a lot of trouble ahead if Mira was telling the truth.

“I don’t know…” he answered. “We can’t go back, but if she’s telling the truth we’ll just die out there. I guess we ask in the morning.”

“Mira!” a new voice shouted. He heard something that sounded like a mixture between a growl and meow. “What the hell are you doing out here?! Have you not caught the humans and gotten them to safety yet?”

Corus didn’t know what to take from that. The one talking to her sounded almost cruel. As if they wanted to see her fail. He felt Mira jostle the bag and a sigh from the other sounded. He tensed, expecting light to fill the bag again. He’d try to make this one stop from grabbing them, he didn’t like that voice.

“Then what the fuck are you doing out here with them? Do you want them dead? Just because you have animal shifting doesn’t mean you get to walk around with humans during a hunt. Get them secure now!”

“Those monsters broke into where she had us staying, she's taking us somewhere safer!” Corus shouted at the top of his lungs. Zeke and Kaya slapped his arm. He could just barely hear the grumbling of the one he yelled to. If that one decided to grab them he had a feeling he wouldn’t get away without some bruises.

“Get them safe. If any die on your watch you’ll be the one dealing with it. No one wants things like you around anyway.”

He heard a clear growl from Mira, but nothing more from the other. The trip wasn’t quite as smooth this time. He wanted to try and talk to her. It seemed like she was outcasted like they were. Zeke had his arm around Kaya’s shoulder and they looked lost in thought. It only took a few minutes for ideas to start popping into his head. None he’d risk saying aloud.

“Could we ask to stay with her?” Kaya mumbled. Zeke tightened his hold on their shoulders and Corus jumped. It seems they were thinking the same thing. “It sounds like she’s like us… Seen as something to deal with.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” he said. Zeke nodded at the two.

“It seems like she’s not as dangerous as being on our own would be,” Zeke said. They stayed in silence for most of the trip. When things started to slow again Corus made a choice.

“I’ll ask once we’re out of the bag…” The other two nodded.

Mira felt like an idiot for how things had happened. She almost lost them in that small pathway and then forgot to even tell them what’s going on. Then someone found her taking them to a new location. At least one of them spoke up about it. They’d go confirm it wasn’t a lie either way though. Finding the body didn’t matter, the smell of the blood would permeate that safe house for weeks.

She shoved open the door, slowly shifting back to normal. The pain was ignorable after all this time. She grabbed the bag, setting it on the table. She had to take them out, but there wasn’t much here they could use. She slipped her hand into the bag and almost smiled when the three moved to be grabbed easier. It seems they at least believed her now. She lifted them out and set them on the table, placing the bag near the door again. If she got another call she’d have to go hunting.

“I’ll find something for you three to sleep on. You’ll be safe here. My home is disconnected from the city. I can take you home in the morning,” she said. She started leaving to search for something they could use.

“Wait!” the one with blue eyes called out. He had seemed interesting, so ready to give up himself for his friends. “Do you have to take us back? Isn’t there a place after here we could go?”

“No, after here is where those things live. It’s not safe for humans out there.” She’d had this conversation before. She learned not to offer the alternative she knew about. The way they got scared it meant she wanted to keep them was  bad enough.

“Could we stay with you?” She stared at him for a bit, unable to believe he asked that. The other two looked hopeful too. She could feel her tail whipping at the idea. She’s always been an outcast, humans wanting to stay near her seemed impossible. She got close to stare at them, searching for some sort of lie. “Sorry, I guess that was insane.”

“No… I mean no it’s not insane. You can stay here, with me or-or not me. There is a plan for humans staying after being around during a hunt. It’s not out of the question. It-it doesn’t have to be here though. There are some places with more humans away from the hunt and um well…” 

She made herself stop talking. She looked away feeling her face turn red. She wasn’t ready for the question of staying with her specifically. She hung her head feeling like an idiot for rambling. Her ears twitched when a small hand touched her fur. She jumped and almost backed away, but it was too nice of a feeling. She never had someone pet her ears before, a purr started rumbling from her chest.

“Are you actually just part cat?” one of them asked. She didn’t know what a cat was or if it was a good thing. “It’s kind of fun to have a friend who can purr. My name is Kaya, I use they and them by the way.”

“I’m Zeke, thanks for helping us Mira…” Zeke said. She could tell from how quiet they sounded they weren’t the ones petting her.

“I’m Corus, sorry for accusing you of planning to kill us or something,” he mumbled. Mira chuckled a bit.

“Sorry I scared you… I hope you like it here.” She lifted her head slowly. The other two were close together and smiling. Corus was right in front of her. She hoped they didn’t regret choosing to stay. She’d make sure not to give them a reason to.

[rikalovesrice]

Brother

A ficlet inspired by this thread on Twitter, some “Douxie During Trollhunters” stuff I was working on a while back, and my love for Douxie and Jim being best bros UwU

@aaronwaltke and @biancasiercke if you guys ever wanna give this a read (Absolutely zero pressure! Just sharing💙)

Also a big thank you to my good friend @nikibogwater for proofreading for me! ^_^

Please enjoy!

~ ~ ~

Douxie still remembered the day a seven-year-old Jim Lake Jr. came through the door to Benoit’s, tugging his mom in after him by her hand. His big toothy smile when he exclaimed that it was his mom’s birthday and that he was paying for all of it, even the drinks.

“Are you now?” Douxie asked, handing the pair of them menus. They’d chosen a two-top right next to the windows, the backdrop of Arcadia under a soft orange sunset in full view. 

“I helped mom clean,” Jim said. “Like a lot. So I have lots of money.” He crossed his arms, throwing his mom, Barbara Lake, a cheeky grin. His black hair was on the long side and messy, sticking up and flopping in various places including over one of his eyes, though it did virtually nothing to hide his pride and excitement.

“Can you believe he wanted to spend his whole allowance on me?” Barbara said.

“Uh yeah! You’re the best mom ever!” Jim leaned towards Douxie, feigning a whisper. “She’s the best mom ever.”

Douxie chuckled. “I’m sure. And it looks like she’s got a great son to match.” Jim beamed, though a hint of shyness bloomed on his face.

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Barbara asked.

“Oh, quite alright. You can call me Douxie. I’ll be your server tonight.”

“Well thank you, Douxie.”

“Mom, can I get a milkshake?”

“Why are you asking me, little man? You’re the one paying.”

“Oh yeah.”

One shared entree of well done steak, a milkshake, and two free slices of cake (accompanied by Douxie’s acoustic guitar and a birthday song) later, Jim caught Douxie by the hem of his jacket after he’d set their receipt down. 

“Wait, Mister Douxie I uh…” Jim dug deep into his pockets, rummaging with a look of determination.

Douxie smiled, kneeling down beside him. “What is it, little man?”

“Um, wait, wait I need to...Oh!” Jim smiled big as he pulled a single coin out of his pocket. He held it straight out to Douxie, his eyes seeming to sparkle. “This is for you! Mom said that you should always tip people.”

Jim placed the coin in the center of Douxie’s palm. It was a nickel, a small bit of rust darkening ol’ Tommy’s profile. Douxie glanced over at Barbara, who was gazing at her son with an expression nothing short of pure endearment, glowing with pride. Douxie closed his fingers over the nickel and held it to his chest.

“A fine tip, indeed,” he said with a soft smile. “Thank you very much, Jim.”

Jim beamed. Then he was springing out of his chair, giggling as he gave Douxie a hug. How long had it been since he’d been smothered by someone who wasn’t Archie? Maybe long enough, because Douxie’s brain stopped working at the gesture, as did his arms. It registered more with every second that passed, the feeling of Jim’s small arms wrapped around him and his head on Douxie’s shoulder. Even without seeing his face, Douxie somehow knew Jim was smiling into his jacket. Something welled up in his heart, warm and touched. Douxie hugged Jim back, one hand on his back and the other gently holding his head.

“You’re awesome Mister Douxie!” Jim said as he pulled back, his hands still on Douxie’s shoulders. “Mom was really happy.”

“Hey now, I’m not the one who bought her dinner tonight.” Douxie ruffled Jim’s hair.

“Alright, Jim, Mister Douxie has to go back to work,” Barbara said softly. Jim’s expression fell and he began to wring his hands.

“No worries.” Douxie gave Jim’s shoulder a squeeze, tilting his head to look Jim in the eyes. “Chin up, buddy.  Next time you come in, I’ll still be here.”

Jim beamed. “Cool!”

“Go on, then.”

Jim hopped to his mother’s side, taking her hand. When he was distracted by one of Douxie’s co-workers wrestling with a malfunctioning blender, Barbara reached into her purse and pulled out a bill. She slipped it into Douxie’s hand, silently mouthing a thank you. Then the pair were off, stepping back out onto the streets of Arcadia under a pleasant evening. 

Douxie unrolled the bill.

Twenty dollars.

His eyes shot to the window in disbelief, catching Jim giving him one last wave goodbye. A deep breath turned into soft chuckling. Douxie waved back.

See you, little buddy.

~ ~ ~

The morning Archie reported Kanjigar’s death, they’d booked it to the canal. The last thing they wanted was for the Amulet of Daylight to wind up in the museum or in some kid’s backpack. Douxie would pick it up and then head right back to Arcane Books. So a brisk ten minute walk later, they were peering down the deep slope of the canal and spotted what must have been the remains of the Trollhunter. A heap of broken stone, just out of reach of the shadow of the bridge. Douxie closed his eyes, taking a moment to honor the fallen Protector of Trolls and Man. Wondering if, somehow, Merlin was doing the same.

“Alright Arch, let’s go — “ Before they could take another step, what looked like a boy on a bicycle suddenly launched over the other side of the canal, suspended in the air before diving back down and landing on his wheels. The boy skid to a halt and turned to holler behind him, up from where he’d come.

“Jim?” Douxie whispered, recognizing that head of black hair and those skinny legs. “A bit late for school, isn’t he?” Then Douxie felt a pinch of panic seize him. He prayed the kid would stay away from that odd pile of rocks.

“Come on Tobes!” Jim hollered.

And not a second later…

James...Lake.

A deep, echoing voice rumbled out into the atmosphere, buzzing in Douxie’s ears. Shock and disbelief struck Douxie like a manticore’s tail. He and Archie shared a look. The panic spiked.

Douxie watched, his heart beginning to pound harder and harder, as Jim faced the stone rubble, slowly removing his helmet. Another familiar face, Toby Domzalski, came struggling down the canal, falling onto his face as Jim passed under the bridge and approached what was left of Kanjigar.

“Do you think he heard the voice?” Archie said.

“No...It can’t be…He’s not…” It couldn’t be. Jim wasn’t a troll. Jim wasn’t a troll. And yet —

James Lake.

The voice rang out again. Jim yelled and fell backwards in surprise. 

“That pile of rocks knows my name!” Jim exclaimed, scrambling closer on his hands and knees. Douxie stared, mind still suspended in shock but gut starting to sink with dread as Jim dug around the rubble, eventually unearthing the Amulet of Daylight, its distinct soft blue glow ever hard to miss. 

Everything in Douxie wanted him to somehow swipe it from Jim’s hands. 

Because not him. 

Not Jim.

But Douxie also knew better. 

“What should we do, Douxie?” Archie asked. They ducked behind a tree when Toby started shouting for someone to reveal themselves. Made sense he would think it was a trick. Only magical beings or the chosen could hear the Amulet.

Only magical beings.... Or so Douxie had thought. Jim slipping the Amulet into his bag was a nail in the coffin.

“Well...we can’t take it now,” he said, eyes still trained on the boys. “The Amulet... seems to have made its choice….”

In the distance, the school bell of Arcadia Oaks rang out. Jim and Toby hurried back to their bikes, quickly mounting and taking off. When they were long gone, Douxie stepped out from behind the tree without a word, sliding down the canal and standing over the pile of stones. He stared off in the direction the boys had left, his mind reeling like nothing else, trying to comprehend what he’d seen and what it meant. 

Why it had to be Jim.

Archie joined him, climbing up on and inspecting the rubble.

“I know...the Amulet doesn’t make mistakes,” Douxie said quietly. “But...a human Trollhunter? And he’s only a child…” His voice quivered, pangs of worry and dread striking his heart.

“It’s...certainly a first,” Archie said, leaning a paw on Douxie’s leg. “I’m not sure what to make of this myself.” There was a long beat of silence before Archie spoke again. “What do you want to do, Douxie?”

What could they do? Was there anything to be done now? That and there wasn’t anyone he could discuss this with, at least who would know more.

If only you were here, Master… Douxie thought, one hand balling into a fist. He stewed in his thoughts for a moment longer before scooping Archie up onto his shoulders and heading back up the slopes of the canal.

“Douxie?” Archie said.

“We’ll keep doing what we’ve always done,” Douxie said. “Watch...and protect.” He didn’t have any answers. But it was done. The new Trollhunter had been chosen. 

Something stirred in Douxie’s chest, growing stronger as he remembered the smiling face of a seven-year-old boy who’d tipped him a nickel. Stronger still because Douxie knew. He knew what it was like to be so young and have so much, far too much, thrust upon him. Having his hand and the growth of his strength forced. The secrets that had to be kept, even from the ones he loved most, for their own safety. Pain he hadn’t known was coming. 

The loss. 

The loneliness.

The weight of the world.

When Douxie retired to his cot that night, he approached the small shine of silver on his nightstand. No, he didn’t have a clue what any of this meant. But what Douxie did know was that he’d be Jim’s greatest ally.  

He picked up the nickel and held it tight, a promise burning deep within him.

I’ll protect you.

~ ~ ~

Author’s Notes :

So I imagine that Jim and his mother ended up not frequenting the diner as much since Barbara was always so swamped and Jim was learning how to cook more at home. So Jim eventually just forgot about his first meeting with Douxie. But Douxie of course still continued to look out for him as best as he could. And I believe this is why Douxie saw Jim as family, even though he seemed to have only known him for a short time. In reality, though, Douxie always loved the kid💙

God bless and thank you all so much for reading!💙

[illegiblewords]

ILLEGIBLE’S TOTALLY SUBJECTIVE FAVORITE EORZEA COLLECTION DESIGNS: MALE

I’ve mentioned in the past, the main thing that made me start playing FFXIV properly was seeing people’s character designs. I’m still honestly blown away by the creativity and range of approaches people bring to this game, so I’ve decided to be an absolute madwoman and break my favorites into subcategories to share with anyone curious.

And to be clear. I’m not going to do something so broad as “oh top ten in-general :3″ because that would be sensible. No, I’m going to do it for all the current combat jobs. And all the current races. And different genders within the races and combat jobs as things stand. And I’m going to make a model-focus subcategory. And there are gonna be LOTS. Because I seriously cannot understate how inspired I’ve been by this community, and after however many years I just feel the need to vomit some incredible visuals I’ve encountered at you guys lol.

NOTE: In an abundance of caution, I want to stress this list isn’t a value judgment on anyone but a fragment of things that blew me personally away. Looking at the DRK sections it will be immediately clear that I Illegible really like that edgy dark knight aesthetic lmao, but there are plenty of non-edgy dark knights that I also love to bits. Other people might not like edgy dark knights. Due to a combination of size and search constraints plus trying to keep gear somewhat varied, these glamours are just what wound up on this particular list of mine. I could make another list one day. Other people can make lists too that are totally different.

Also, I was originally going to make a single post that went over male and female options presented in the character creator but straight up tumblr wouldn’t let me save because it got too big. You can see the female character post here.

And without further ado, let us begin.

COMBAT JOB GLAMOURS

PALADIN

- A Sinner’s Call by Skollhati Wolfhead

- Divine Judgment by Seth Alexander

- Chevalier by Avenaux Dzemael

- Holy Blade of the Goddesses by Lys Aludra 

- Metal Against the Clouds by Leon Aquitaine

- Spiky Paladin by Hunty Tohsaka

- Ishgardian Nightwatch by Leon Aquitaine

- The Centurion by Kaien Shimazu 

- Veteran Knight by Jax Shadowbane

- Archadian Magister: Chaos, Walker of the Wheel by Callum Crossy

WARRIOR

- Coerthan Berserker by Xennon Song

- Skullrender by Xennon Song

- Red Maw by Remearus Maes

- Mistbeard’s Guardian by Galandor Atreides

- Ash Fender by Keiteaux Kisarre

- Wandering Beast by Jax Shadowbane

- Battle Worn by Lyrus Omega 

- At The End Of All Things by Leon Aquitaine

- Demon Warrior by Ravian Ild

- Chieftain by Topher Kyo 

DARK KNIGHT

- The Deepshadow by Erin Arckanger

- Nightmare of the Paragons by Papa Cool'down

- The Oathkeeper by Dividus Yliaster

- Deus Knight by Dan Var

- Rage Awakened Final Mix by Fortnite Ninja

- Bale by Xennon Song

- Vampire Baron Knight by Lud Wachtel

- Gothic Souls by Krosah Makara

- Lunarian Knight by Xennon Song

- The Descendent of Ascians by Skyion Skytiel

GUNBREAKER

- Soot-Scaled Striker by Callum Crossy

- Unbound Hecatonchires by Callum Crossy

- The Lone Gunbreaker by Sir Owl

- Alliance Commander by Nova Kie

- Gunblade of the Lost by Ludin Hreitharr

- The Filibreaker by Atticus Averbach

- Neo-Skallic Guardian by Leon Aquitaine

- A bulwark in brass and steam by Filibert Lilibert 

- Plains Tribe Rite of Passage by Filibert Lilibert 

- Spaceage cowboy by Phon Fawn

DRAGOON

- A Slumbering God’s Herald by Lud Wachtel 

- The Elder Primals - Neath Dark Waters by Cassius Toledo

- The Occupied Drow City of Skalla by Leon Aquitaine

- Dravanian Viking by Sarafina Vadre

- The Wolf by J'roric Citlalloh

- Tribal Hrothgar Dragoon by Noxelus Virmire

- whitewind by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Edensguard by Kyo Ise

- Dragonblood Knight by Sylvaire Catrevaut

- Mercenary in Mixed Metals by Filibert Lilibert 

SAMURAI

- The Dragon of Doma by Ky Tanimura

- Shadow of the Shifting Sands by Dai Tachibana

- Homura by Remearus Maes

- Monster Slayer by Kaien Shimazu

- Good Hunting by Remearus Maes

- Jury by Remearus Maes

- Ronin of the Steppe by Remearus Maes

- Dominicus Secutor by Remearus Maes

- Warg Samu by Fena Mizu

- White Dragon by The Solideizer

NINJA

- Armored Ninja by Ludger Magniar

- Desert Scar by Magnus Wolfwood

- Righteous Assassin by Lys Aludra

- Classic Shinobi Traditional Ninja Garb by Mog Champ

- White Dragon by King Resh

- Deadly Emissary by Lys Aludra

- night’s blessed by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Umbral Blade by Arik Nergui

- Ascianssin by Dragoon Scythe

- Wolf of Twelveswood by Punch Mage

MONK

- Fists of the Sun by Alois Lefleur

- Inner Beast by T'yan Ardeo

- Vathliege Samurai by Austen Bloodspatter

- Ala Mhigan Monk by D'jango Dojango

- Bozjan Brawler by Sahl Suh

- Liberator by Thriced Talon

- Flightless Hawk by Remearus Maes

- Firebrand by Lys Aludra

- Debugging in Process by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Falling Eagle by Feather Relanah

BARD

- Reaper-Inspired Bard by Flower Blossom

- Purest arrow by Lys Aludra

- Hunter of Lost Souls by Sahl Suh

- Bloodsinger by Lys Aludra

- Wanderer of the Past by Nyuki Dewinter

- Maelstrom Song by J'roric Citlalloh

- Sand Hunter by R'yo Aderyd

- Tactical Automaton by Lys Aludra

- Ballads of Azim Steppe by T'yan Ardeo

- Violet Archer by T'yan Ardeo

DANCER

- Flying Guillotine by Punch Mage

- Shadowed Step by Callum Crossy

- Rift Crusader by Onuki Saiga

- Prince Ali by Leisha Aysheen

- Battle Dancer by Ray Stormbringer

- Paglth’an Dancer by Vib'e Cheque

- Waterfall Adagio by T'yan Ardeo

- Memories of a Silhouette by Damien Cavalier 

- Midnight Mint by Violet Wooden

- The Dancing Plague by Geraltus D'doritus

MACHINIST

- Fran - Chase by Goelia Sarantia

- Gunslinger by Lys Aludra

- Well-Stocked Sky Pirate by Sari Mogari

- Bozjan Ops by Ilium Lavendeer

- Wild Western Demon Hunter by Mori Sumire

- High Class, High Seas by Yannick Ostheimer

- Onmyo Bullet by Uskhal Dalamiq

- The Wanderer by Dividus Yliaster

- Wildfire by Lys Aludra

- Intrepid Expeditioner by Brazen Elk

BLACK MAGE

- Bohemian Mage by Darmoreaux Lestrange

-  Bonewicca Cultist by Baruk Twinfang

- Chosen of Thal by Jophrey Lethe

- Abyssal Wizard by Jarvis Brakkenwork

- Summer Augurer by Uskhal Dalamiq

- the dark wizard by Eldar Claymore

- Masque of the Red Death by Junius Naenia

- Desert Cultist by Mayo Takoyaki

- Herald of the Zodiac - Geminis by Leisha Aysheen

- Herald of the Zodiac - Aries by Leisha Aysheen

SUMMONER

- Desert Emperor by Nilla Balthasva

- Arch Demon Summoner by Demnoc Crohn

- Verbatim by Twitch Prime

- Shinshoku by Callum Crossy

- The Fool by Bruno Brecher

- The Wandering Mage by Camilla Croft 

- Gilded Evoker by Zionek Aurum

- Ensorceled Evoker by Haereidin Doeszwynsyn

- Dusk Groom by J'roric Citlalloh

- Deepwood wanderer by Lys Aludra

RED MAGE

- Vagabond Prince by Falion D'erenian

- Ronkan Cultist by J'roric Citlalloh

- Desert Scout by Frahn Loxner'et

- The Goblin King by Leon Aquitaine

- Summoned Guardian by Leon Aquitaine

- Eastern Red Mage by Red Grande

- Royal Rose by Zanel Slayer 

- dual wielding swords by Kiraster Alroumi

- Steampunk Red Mage by Ry Tempester

- Reiterpallasch Hunter by J'roric Citlalloh

- Stroll in the snow by Riv'ir Gwyn

WHITE MAGE

- Winter Druid by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Herald of the Light by Kazek Amilia

- Desert White Mage by Iosen Juan

- Menphina’s Beloved by Puk'a Sweetfellow

- The Ill-fated Doctor by Charybdis K'reon

- The Doc by Denmo Mcstronghuge

- Minion Masquerade- Anima by Aetherflow Media

- cold front by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Secret Keeper by Feather Relanah

- Forest Mage by Sylviel Terrechant

SCHOLAR

- Studium Provost by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Field Medic by Seyo Senpai

- Stayin Classy Highlander Scholar by Aetherflow Media

- Writer of Fates by Olli Cannoli

- Secret of Nym by Nicky Tilmit

- Scholar of the Wilds by Sohk'yon Ayhan

- The First Cartographer by Edeon Vails

- Warg Sage by Ricola Tesla

- Dark Eastern Healer by Teru Nashira

- Sad Angel by Liam Gray

ASTROLOGIAN

- Jewel in the Sands by Vosric Oros

- Oracle of the East by Zyrus Highwind

- Golden Sun by Jarvis Brakkenwork

- Dalamiq Seer by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Misfortune Teller by Sahl Suh

- The Red Card by Yujin Seo

- Forgiven Soothsayer by Mongoose Mandolin

- Catharsis by Edeon Vails

- Proud Wave by Khurt Wagner

- Alpha Reticulii by R'yo Aderyd

BLUE MAGE

- King by Ray Fontelon

- Imposter Red Mage by Jarvis Brakkenwork

- Le Cirque Du Rosier by Callum Crossy

- Cobalt Enchanter by Tyo'li Wolndara

- Blubomb by Frahn Loxner'et 

RACE GLAMOUR SPILLOVER

HYUR MIDANDER

- Faraam by Remearus Maes

- Gate Keeper by Remearus Maes

- The Guardian by Kizake Hayashi

- Mistbeard by Remearus Maes

- Blood Hunter by Lys Aludra

- Jiangshi by Dezel Windriders

- Alliance Salvager by Remearus Maes

- Edengrace Conqueror by Lys Aludra

- Bozjan Rampage by Xennon Song

- Northern Banneret by Lys Aludra

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Fists of the Sun by Alois Lefleur

- Ronin of the Steppe by Remearus Maes

- Armored Ninja by Ludger Magniar

- Vagabond Prince by Falion D'erenian

- Bloodsinger by Lys Aludra

HYUR HIGHLANDER

- From Darkness Comes Light by Niran Ashbel

- Black Wolf by Night Mazino

- Murderous School Bus by Night Mazino

- Desperado Breaker by Julies Solomon

- WW2 Pilot by Orillion Aldoreel

- Demon Hunter by Duffy Gelatoni

- Maelstrom Duelist by Roscoe Rackham

- Black Dragon by Lophen Leif 

- Weathered Wanderer by Goro Yamaguchi

- Ravager by Night Mazino

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Jewel in the Sands by Vosric Oros

- Murderous School Bus by Night Mazino

- Desert White Mage by Iosen Juan

- Stayin Classy Highlander Scholar by Aetherflow Media

- Dravanian Viking by Sarafina Vadre

ELEZEN

- Lost Thief by Kaunoet Tyshatont

- Princely Protector by Liam Gray

- Cold Mornings, Warm Hearts by Leon Aquitaine

- I don’t know what a swash is but I’m buckling it by Raythe Ondore

- Peregrine by Yannick Ostheimer

- Obsidian and Blood by Leon Aquitaine

- Obsidian Gold by Arius Althea 

- Purple Mage by Kaunoet Tyshatont

- Lord Archer by Mori Sumire

- Angel of Temperance by Agana Belea

FAVORITE MODELS:

- cold front by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Angel of Temperance by Agana Belea

- Lost Thief by Kaunoet Tyshatont

- Oracle of the East by Zyrus Highwind

- Ishgardian Nightwatch by Leon Aquitaine

LALAFELL

- Berserker by Munchkin Doofus

- Crimson Dragoon by Janaan Fabre

- Tiny Fist by Barca Ul'nanaca

- Chimera Dragoon by Janaan Fabre

- Royal n’ Loyal by Janaan Fabre

- Manor Estoqueur by Lia Tales

- Stargazer by Ikki Kohi

- Hazardous Caster by Astrancea Quasar'ae

- White Wolf Healer by Pickle Nibbler

- Bard of the Forest by Ryker Nightingale

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Stargazer by Ikki Kohi

- White Wolf Healer by Pickle Nibbler

- Well-Stocked Sky Pirate by Sari Mogari

- Tiny Fist by Barca Ul'nanaca

- Plains Tribe Rite of Passage by Filibert Lilibert

MIQO’TE

- Fran - Be Quiet by Goelia Sarantia

- The Assassin by Akira Tia

- Warrior of the Sands by U'zolwe Tia

- The Silencer by Grayson Foxworthy

-  nemesis by M'rhene Tia

- Caecius by Callum Crossy

- The Imperial by Rein Drops

- Storm Duelist by K'aihx Nianh

- Cyber Mage by L'unick Tia

- T-53M: Omega by Lib'ra Jarilo

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Fran - Be Quiet by Goelia Sarantia

- Ala Mhigan Monk by D'jango Dojango

- Cobalt Enchanter by Tyo'li Wolndara

- Edensguard by Kyo Ise

- Maelstrom Song by J'roric Citlalloh

ROEGADYN

- Sin Eater Forgiven Wrath by Arkhon Dullgaroth

- Platebreaker by Biggus Dickkus

- Berzerker Warrior by Cata Clysm

- Dravanian Shadow Knight by Galandor Atreides

- Santa Claus by Aetherflow Media

- Knight of the East by Galandor Atreides

- Roegadyn Samurai by Raiden Hagane

- The Real Barbarian by Milla Lariswind

- The Discipulus by Haereidin Doeszwynsyn

- Cactpot Crackpot by Kaemin Moore

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Knight of the East by Galandor Atreides

- Flying Guillotine by Punch Mage

- The Fool by Bruno Brecher

- Battle Claus by Bard Bro

- The Real Barbarian by Milla Lariswind

AU RA

- Fatewalker by Kaien Shimazu

- Combat Casual by Arik Nergui

- Suzaku’s Champion by Uskhal Dalamiq 

- Herald of the Zodiac - Taurus by Leisha Aysheen

- The Anti-Paladin by Bastion Blackwater

- Zero by Ace Valstra'liah

- Elegant Duelist by Yoni Neel

- Herald of the Zodiac - Pisces by Leisha Aysheen

- Valkyrie by Rogan Hunter

- Devout of the Sun by Uskhal Dalamiq

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Herald of the Zodiac - Pisces by Leisha Aysheen

- Combat Casual by Arik Nergui

- Samurai of Alexander by Ky Tanimura

- Winter Druid by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Herald of the Zodiac - Geminis by Leisha Aysheen

HROTHGAR

- Snowfall by Ese Pajic

- Heavy by Radio Jackun 

- Defender of the Forest by Hana Kagura

- Risen Dynasty by Zeth Xerval

- Forgiven Pride by Yoshi Pendragon

- Queen’s Guard by Sahl Suh

- Lord of Umbral Pyre by Stahlhart Vahn'reiz

- Jade Maw by Shin Okusawa

- Einherjar by Baruk Twinfang

- The Exorcist by Haereidin Doeszwynsyn

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Heavy by Radio Jackun

- Tribal Hrothgar Dragoon by Noxelus Virmire

- Gunblade of the Lost by Ludin Hreitharr

- Desert Scar by Magnus Wolfwood

- Risen Dynasty by Zeth Xerval

[softyoongiionly]

Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Sixteen Point Five

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, College! Yoongi, Sub! Yoongi

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: this is nothing but pure fluff and smut because, LISTEN I NEED SOME EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FND YOONGI IN MY LIFE. I hope you do too! This chapter takes place after the ending scene of chapter 16 :)

NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN

Warnings for this Chapter: language, slight slight slight angst,  LOVE, like an excessive love, smut, mentions of a spider

Chapter Sixteen Point Five: More and More

“Yah-” You hear Yoongi call from the other room, the sound of his voice bringing a smile to your lips, “I’m getting cold.”

The latter part comes out as a whine and it broadens your smile as you sprits a bit of perfume onto your wrists.  

“I’m sorrryyyy. This is the first time I’ve been able to do my bedtime routine at your house.” You point out, giggling as zip up your toiletries bag. “I’m coming right now.”

Quickly, you pad across the bit of tile between Yoongi’s bedroom and the bathroom before rounding the corner to peek at your boyfriend.  

He’s cozied up beneath the covers, his arms tucked behind his head, brows furrowed as he focuses on the tv.  He’s drowning in the excess fabric of his hoodie and although he isn’t yet aware of your presence, he is still wearing the remnants of the smile that your laughter caused.  

“You look cute.”

Yoongi jumps, his fingers tensing against the duvet as your presence alarms him.

“Aish- you scared me.” He pouts but as soon as he gets a look at what you’re wearing, his expression shifts, “Are you wearing pants?”

Giggling, you shake your head and turn slightly, lifting up your oversized t-shirt, “Nope.” And as you respond, you show off your ass to him.

He arches a brow, a smirk playing on his lips, “Oh ok- yeah that’s a good idea you know, pants are really restricting. You’ll be a lot more comfortable...”

“Oh you think so?” Tilting your head, you slowly make your way towards the bed whilst your fingers toy with the ends of your shirt, “Should I not wear the shirt then either? You know- if were talking about comfort here, I may as well just sleep naked.”

His smirk fully develops, his eyes following your every move, “You m-might get cold but, I mean I could just like- yah! Why do you insist on saying shit that you know is going to fluster me? Get your ass in bed.” He smacks the space beside him, brown eyes widening with incredulity.

At the end of his mini out burst, your head falls back against your shoulders with the much louder bit of laughter that leaves your lips.

Yoongi laughs along with you, his heart singing at the sound of your amusement, “Now!” He pushes out the command through his laughter, yanking the duvet back and jerking his chin towards the empty space.  

Rather than tease him further, you scamper over to the bed and shimmy your way beneath the covers, immediately cuddling up into his side.

His warm and he smells like amber and the bonfire from earlier.

A hum comes from his chest as he pulls you close, kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you...be nice to me...”

His voice rumbles at the base of his throat; it shouldn’t have a taste but it lingers in the air and it suddenly makes you want to turn off all the lights and listen to him speak forever.

“I’m always nice...” You retort, peeking up at him in time to see his brow arch, “I am!”

His teeth peek out as he smiles, his arms tightening around you, “I wouldn’t necessarily say that you’re ALWAYS nice. You can be mean if you want to be.”

“Meeeaaan????? How am I mean?”  

He flops against the pillow, kitten fangs on full display, his laughter dancing above the bed.

“You know exactly how you are mean, c’mon jagi, let’s be honest with each other.”  

Pushing your fingers against his cheeks, you use his face as leverage to hoist yourself up over top of him, “Ohhhh are you talking about the edging and the pain play? The kinks my boyfriend most definitely possesses that I, being the loving girlfriend that I am, willingly fulfill?”

He blushes, “Yeah exactly...those things.”  

You smush his cheeks together again, pecking the rounded tip of his nose, “Ok fine, we don’t have to do those things anymore, I’ve actually heard celibacy has it’s benefits.”

His face wrinkles in disgust as he jerks his head up to smush his lips against yours, “You’re so fucking funny you know that? You should do stand up.” He mumbles against your lips and although it’s a bit off topic, you can actually feel the difference between you and Yoongi.

He’s different now.

You don’t sense any hesitation anymore.

He is completely vulnerable and you love it.  

The trust has increased tenfold.  

“I’ll let my advisor know.” You retort, brows raising playfully, pecking against his lips

“AIYAAAAA....” He groans, smiling brightly, “Throwback.”

You feel butterflies in your stomach as you think of all the events leading up this particular moment.  

Falling in love has been really fun.

“I still can’t believe I left your house like that, that night. I felt like such an idiot.”

You giggle, “I told Jimin about that the next day, I thought you hated me- I would have never guessed it was because I made you hard.”

He smirks, his cheeks reddening slightly, “I definitely didn’t hate you. I was just annoyed because, I was three months away from graduation and, I really wasn’t expecting to be bombarded with- you.”

“Bombarded?” You raise your brows, a smile lingering on your lips, “Is that how you remember falling in love?”

You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs before they settle on your hips as he shrugs, his expression unchanging, “Honestly yeah. I was very annoyed with it all for a long time. I knew I liked you but, I had already resigned to the fact that you wouldn’t like me back. I was also uninterested in getting into a relationship with anyone. Plus, I had to accept that I would have to keep seeing you because, we were paired up. To me, it just felt like another disappointment waiting to happen.”

At his admission, you pout and brush your thumb over his rosy cheek, “I’m sorry that you felt that way. I can understand why you did but, you and I definitely had different experiences...”

The slight disappointment in your tone isn’t intentional but, Yoongi’s keen observation skills pick up on it anyway. His beautiful features twitch slightly as he returns your pout, “I’m not saying that I didn’t enjoy it, I was just stubborn...” His eyes flit over you, a flurry of emotions swirling within them, “What was it like for you?”

Rolling off of him, you position yourself comfortably at his side, feeling a bit of apprehension coming over you, “It was great- for me at least, I don’t know. It’s kind of silly honestly.”

Yoongi pushes himself up, tugging you with him so that both of you are propped up against the headboard. He uses his free hand to tilt your chin up towards him, “It’s not silly at all. I want to know.”

Suddenly, you feel very small underneath his gaze. It’s not in an uncomfortable way but, it’s certainly not something you’re used to. Thus far, you were used to being Yoongi’s safe space, his protector, his rock but, you were no stranger to insecurity either. Yoongi may view you as a confident woman, with a steady head on her shoulders and, he was right to do so.  

You’ve overcome a lot.  

The woman you are today has always been within you but her emergence is recent and, you’re fairly confident that Yoongi doesn’t know that.

“I didn’t think you liked me either. You are easily the hottest man I have ever seen in my entire life and, given the fact that I’ve been rejected so many times throughout my life, I kind of assumed that we would just be friends.  Most of the guys I’ve liked have only ever saw me that way. It became a running scenario in my head that I would grow old with a bunch of cats and, a bunch of really great friends but, I never really believed that I was the type of person someone would fall in love with. So when we had that conversation on the Ferris Wheel, I felt validated in a way. Here was this super attractive, interesting man who just admitted that he wanted to ‘kiss me everywhere’...I was elated. Even though I didn’t think things would go anywhere between us, I was still on cloud nine. Then we ended up kissing and then the night in your car- I guess this was a little more fairytale-like for me. I understand things were different for you though, especially after everything you’ve told me today.”

You’re not sure why this is suddenly making you so emotional but, you don’t force it away.

Yoongi did say he wanted to know everything about you and, conversations like these aren’t exactly something you plan.

He has been watching you intently during your explanation and during certain parts, you could feel his grip tightening on you slightly.

By the time you’re done, he sighs and shakes his head, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” You cock your head, draping an arm across his stomach

“I’m sorry you ever had to face rejection or that you ever had to feel like you wouldn’t receive the type of love you deserve.” He runs a hand through his hair, “I’m also realizing that the way I described falling in love with you was fucking stupid and, I made it sound like it was this painful and frustrating process. Why do you even put up with me when I’m literally an idiot??”

The tension in your face starts to melt away and you start giggling by the end of his sentence, burrowing your face against his chest.  

He throws an incredulous look your way, tilting his head in different directions to try and shove his face towards yours, “Hm?? Tell me huh? Why do you put up with me???” He demands, tickling at your sides, his own smiling appearing at the sound of your laughter, “Yah! Laughter tells me nothing! How did someone so intelligent and beautiful settle down with me???”

His tickling should force you away from him but, you curl into him more, still giggling as you try and grab at his hand.

“You’re not an idiot!”

He stops his motions, tilting your chin up towards him again, his eyes still playful but sincere, “I am though. I just described the best months of my life as annoying. I used the words uninterested and disappointed, that’s something only an idiot would do.”

“Don’t forget ‘bombarded’...” You point out, smirking slightly as you rest your chin on his finger.

“Yahhh see?” He shakes his head, leaning down towards your lips, “Pabo...”

You kiss him, letting yourself linger there for a moment before pulling away, “Have they really been the best months of your life?”

At your question, Yoongi smiles softly, “Of course they have. I didn’t mean that falling in love with you hasn't been magical. It has. I just meant that initially, I was so resistant because I was afraid of getting hurt. I should have said it like that, instead of being an asshole about it.”

“You weren’t being an asshole.” You counter

“I was though.  You are the most important in the world to me and, I need to stop coating all of my emotions for you in 50 layers of irony just because, I have a fear of being vulnerable. You’re my everything- the love of my life and, I’m so grateful for you. I know that you don’t need me, I know you are complete without me and that you’ve overcome so much on your own but, I need you to know  that you can always count on me and that I feel everything you feel. I’m sorry if I ever made you think any different, even if it’s unintentional or even if you like my sarcasm or whatever, it’s still no excuse to continuously avoid telling you how I truly feel. Especially not after everything you’ve done for me.”

You’re a little captivated by his words and, you don’t speak just yet but you allow a smile to say what words cannot as he speaks again.

“I want to take care of you too. I want you to feel safe with me. Sometimes I feel like our relationship has been very one-sided in terms of you always making time for my feelings and, I don’t want that. I’ve just spent so much time admiring your outlook on life that I didn’t take enough time to consider where it came from. You are always working so hard to take care of everyone around you and, I feel like it’s because you might not have always felt taken care of yourself. I hope you know that you never have to feel that way with me, I’m here for you and- sorry I’m not even making sense anymore.” His rickety laughter makes an appearance as your smile widens, “I just really love you like- fuck...”

You burst out into a fit of giggles and practically tackle him as you hop on his lap again, pulling him in for a kiss, “You’re literally the sweetest man alive and the only thing ironic about you as the fact that you constantly wonder whether or not you are in fact, a good person or a good boyfriend. You are both and I really really really really love you too.”

His gums peek. out at your sudden outburst, his smile adding 10 years to your life whilst his hands grip your hips, “I love you...” He repeats again, “I’m sorry we’ve had several conversations like this, there’s just a lot to work through I guess and, I feel like I don’t ever say enough or say the right things...”

“Don’t apologize. You’re completely right. We are both trying to navigate through some pretty intense shit. I’m glad we can have these conversations; it means that we are continuing to learn how to communicate with one another.” You assure him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“That’s a good point. You make a lot of good points.” He notes playfully, kissing your cheek this time, nibbling there, relishing in the sound of your laughter once again. “I know we’ve said it a dozen times now but, I love you...”

“I love you too.” You murmur before wrapping your arms around him.

After a rather sporadic and emotional conversation, you and Yoongi decide to put on a comedy special to lift the bit of heaviness from the atmosphere. You really wanted to enjoy each other’s company before the stressful few days ahead.

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him to go back to his hometown and, you also knew that it would be nerve wracking for you for a myriad of reasons.  

Either way, you’d endure it together and meet the conflicts as they came.

Right now however, your mind is occupied with a completely different objective.  

You’d been laying on Yoongi’s chest for the last hour or so whilst he rubbed tenderly along your back.

He traced your spine, gently pinched at the base of your neck and occasionally massaged at your scalp.

Altogether, you felt content, fuzzy, on the edge of arousal but not quite that there yet.  

You’re touching him too now, your hand was resting on his stomach but you’ve started rubbing at his side, slowing and softly dragging your nails over his hoodie.

The thing is, you had been getting to each other for some time now but, there was no reason to rush into anything more.

You just wanted to touch each other, simple as that.  

Your hand moves to the bottom of his hoodie, tracing the stitching before slipping underneath it.

As soon as you do, Yoongi’s hand stalls on your back as he sighs.

“Why do you have to go there?”

His tone is playful and accusatory and it causes you to giggle.

“I’m not going anywhereeeee.” You insist, tickling your fingers over his lower abdomen

“Y-yah jagiyaaa- you know what that does to me.”  

His voice stutters a bit whilst you continue your motions, tickling back and forth above the band of his boxers, admiring how soft his skin is.  

“Do you want me to stop?”

He smirks to himself, resuming his touch against your back, “No- but if you plan on getting me hard, you should probably come up here and start kissing me.”

You smirk too now, pushing up his hoodie to allow you better access to the rest of his stomach, admiring the goosebumps that start appearing on his skin.

“Maybe I wanna watch you get hard...”

You hear him sigh again, his chest heaving with the sound.

“Fuck, ok.” He chuckles to himself, “Fair enough.”

Sure enough, you get to watch the show you desperately wanted to see because, as you trace over the band of his boxers, his dick jumps to life beneath the cotton.

A satisfied grin plays on your lips and you take the opportunity tickle just beneath his belly button, prompting another bout of twitching from his dick.  

“You know...” You murmur casually, continuing your teasing, “You’ve still never came in my mouth before.”

You feel the bluntness of his nails press into the skin of your back at your comment, another unstable sigh coming from him once again, “I haven’t.”

Slowly you sit up, finally turning to face him, resting your hand on his stomach.

You smirk down at him, his head pushed back into the pillow, a smile playing on his lips.

“Can we change that?”

He’s going all shy at the thought of being in your mouth again and he can’t figure out why.

You notice the blush on his cheeks and the timid gummy smile on his lips and, you decide to call him out on it.

“Why do you look so nervous??” You giggle, pinching his cheek

A bout of laughter bubbles past his lips like a bottle of soda that’s been shaken too much as he attempts to answer you.

“I don’t know!” He buries his face into the side of your arm, “It’s embarrassing...”

Fondness blooms in your chest and you immediately lay back down with him, pulling the covers over the two of you.

You wrestle around a bit, tucking yourself against him once more, the two of you giggling like two kids at a sleepover.

Yoongi kisses the side of your face, his own hot with arousal and embarrassment.

“Baby, you’ve literally let me tie you to the headboard...”

“Mm, I sure have...that was a good night.” His voice is deeper now as he starts kissing down your neck, “a really good night.”

“Do you not like it?”

He smirks against your neck, sucking lightly at the spot below your earlobe, sending a wave of arousal between your legs, “Are you really asking me whether or not I like getting my dick sucked?”

“WEeellll.” You laugh, relishing in the way his attention feels, slowly getting distracted by his lips on your skin, “You never let me do it for you. I’m just trying to understand why.”  

Before he can answer, a screeching voice comes from the other room, “HYUNG-AHHH!!”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in alarm as he immediately maneuvers his way out of the covers and rushes out the door, tugging his hoodie down in an attempt to conceal his hardened length beneath his boxers.

“What, What’s wrong?! Where are you?”

You’re following after him frantically, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Yoongi’s shouting in Korean and you’re trying your best to follow him up the stairs without tripping over your own feet.

“Here! Oh god, please hurry!”

Yoongi’s playing a thousand horrible scenarios in his head, trying desperately to locate Hoseok before he spots the light on in the hallway bathroom, “What’s wrong? Did you fall? Are you hurt???”

You can’t understand Yoongi but, his tone tells you everything you need to know: he’s terrified.

“There! Hyung oh my god, do you see it? It’s so big and hairy! Kill it please, I’m gonna throw up!”

Hoseok is rushing out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his hips and pure panic on his face.

Yoongi’s expression shifts from terrified to utterly disgusted in record time as he backhands Hoseok across the bicep, “YAH! What is wrong with you huh?! You made me think you snapped your neck up here or something! Are you seriously screaming over a spider right now? You’re 26 years old.”

Hoseok seems unphased by Yoongi’s words and points frantically at the bathroom, “Hyung I don’t care, just please kill it. You know how much I hate bugs, I almost had a heart attack.”

Yoongi is actively trying to conceal whatever seems to be transpiring but, the curiosity gets the better of you and you rush over to look in the direction Hoseok is pointing only to be met with the grossest, hairiest, BIGGEST spider you’ve ever seen.

“Yoongiiiii.” You whine, hiding behind him, your heartrate doing the impossible and increasing in your chest, “Oh my god, please get rid of it...”

Yoongi groans audibly, shaking his head at Hoseok, “You idiot, she’s terrified of spiders. We were literally about to- fuck nevermind just stay right here, I’ll go get a jar.”

He turns around, chuckling slightly at the almost childlike expression on your face, “I’m gonna get don’t worry. Do you want to come downstairs with me while I get a jar for it?”

Wide eyed, you grab his hands haphazardly, “Mhm...”

“Ok...” He leans down to peck your cheek, smirking fondly “Let’s go.”

“Yah what about me huh? What am I supposed to do?!” Hoseok returns to English now, eyeballing the bathroom in horror

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Just stay there and try and summon some dignity. I’ll be right back.”

Hoseok scoffs and leans against the wall, “I have enough already thanks-” He insists before his eyes widen again, “Hyung please hurry it’s moving!!!!!”

Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head, interlocking his fingers with yours as he leads the two of you downstairs.

The two of you are back in a flash and you quickly take your place behind Hoseok as your boyfriend completes the task of scooping the spider into the jar and rushing it outside.

As he trudges back up the stairs he extends his hand out to you, which you eagerly accept.

Hoseok had already calmed down by this point and was attempting to make smooth small talk with you as if his (justified) outburst had never happened.

“Well uh” Hoseok laughs, throwing finger guns towards the bathroom, “Thanks hyung, so sorry to interrupt the lovemaking, I’m just gonnnnaaa head into the shower now-”

“Ah- no you aren’t. You’re going to apologize to my girlfriend for scaring the shit out of her and then you’re going to promise me that you’ll never scream for me like that again unless you are in mortal danger.” Yoongi shoots him a pointed look but there is still a bit of softness in his eyes and a smile threatening his lips.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I had no idea you had a phobia of spiders.  That was definitely my bad. And hyung,” He shoots a brilliant smile in his direction, throwing up a finger heart, “I love youuuuuuu. Thanks for saving my life.”

“Don't be sorry; I literally would have done the same thing.” You vow, giggling nervously, furthering retreating into Yoongi’s side.

Yoongi snorts, wrapping an arm around you and sending Hoseok on his way before he gently pinches your side, “Are you ok?”

“Absolutely not.” You affirm, “But, I will heal as time goes on...”

He snickers, shaking his head whilst he leads you back downstairs.

“I swear he almost gave me a heart attack.” He shakes his head, placing his free hand on his chest, “Feel- it’s still beating so fast...”

You push your head against his chest, causing him to laugh again, not expecting the method you chose but he allows it none the less.

His chest is thrumming with the evidence of commotion still and you turn your head quickly to press a kiss to his chest.

“Me too- look...”  

As the two of you come back into his room, you guide his hand to your chest in order to demonstrate your fast paced heartbeat.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I’m sorry about him, he’s ridiculous.”

You nod, glancing down at Yoongi’s boxers which no longer display the evidence of his arousal and, you whine, keeping his hand in place on your chest.

“You’re not hard anymoreeeee.” You complain, slumping against the wall near the bathroom. Yoongi laughs, his gums peeking out whilst you guide his hand over your breast, “Squeeze-” You giggle, indulging in your immaturity for a moment, “We’ll bring it back...”

He laughs harder, his beautiful face wrinkling in amusement as he obliges, squeezing your breast.

“Are you hard yet???” You ask through your laughter, tugging him closer to you, tilting your head towards his lips.

“Oh yeah-” He nods to his dick, still laughing, “Rock solid...”

He kisses you then, keeping his hand in place as he smiles into your lips.

The giggling between the two of you slowly fades as Yoongi tucks his mouth betwixt your own. He kisses you tenderly, his free hand curving around your waist and securing you to him. The hand on your breast massages you gently for a moment before he feels around for your nipple. Once he locates it, he begins teasing it between his thumb and his forefinger, smirking into your mouth when you sigh at the sensation. The two of you press further into one another, getting lost in the moment before you decide to resume your earlier mission.

“Can I pleaaaase make you cum in my mouth now?” You murmur against his lips, giggling when he blushes again, attempting to hide his face in your neck. “Babyyyyy what is it? Why are you hiding?”

His arms wrap around your waist now, sandwiched between your body and the wall. He shakes his head, pressing kisses into the crook of your neck whilst he tries to figure out the best way to answer your question.

“Nervous.” He mumbles and you can feel him smirk into your skin.

Your heart is exploding with adoration at how fucking cute your boyfriend can be literally out of nowhere.

His duality gives you whiplash sometimes.

“Why are you nervous?”

His grip tightens on you as you attempt to coax his face out of your neck, snickering when you try to pinch his cheek.

“I’m gonna cum too fast.” He confesses, finally pulling away to make eye contact with you, his black hair disheveled atop his head.

You giggle, smoothing out his messy onyx tendrils before bringing his lips down to yours.

“So what?” You murmur against them, “It doesn’t matter how quickly you cum, I just want to make you feel good...”

Yoongi feels a sharp pang of arousal in the pit of his stomach at the sultry tone of your voice, his dick twitching to life between his legs.

“I just feel like you don’t get anything out of it though...I want you to feel good too.” He protests, sighing out through his nose when you slip your hand beneath his hoodie.

You smirk, tickling over his sensitive skin, “Do you really think I don’t get anything out of having you in my mouth?”

Peppering kisses down his neck, you continue to gently roam your hands over his hips and stomach, ensuring that your motions are slow and deliberate.

“I’m really second guessing getting head right now aren’t I? I’m actually overthinking getting a blowjob, I’m fucking ridiculous...” He laughs now, hugging you to his body, his smile widening when you giggle along with him.

Pulling back away from his neck, you nudge his nose, delighting in the sparkle within his eyes before pecking at his lips, “Do you want it? If you’re feeling weird about it, it’s ok. We don’t have to do it.”

He smirks, his hands sliding down your back to rest against your ass, “No, no I want it. I really do, I’m just being...myself.”

His honesty makes you laugh again.

You’re so grateful for it though.

The comfort level between the two of you is off the charts and, it makes you so incredibly happy.  

From the lecture hall to the bedroom; the two of you really have come so far.

“Go lay down then...” You urge him, still smiling as he eagerly rushes towards the bed.

He flops back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head and immediately tucking a lip between his teeth. His breathing is already unstable due to all the kissing but, he knows he’ll have to actively calm himself in order to last.

You place your knees on the bed between his legs and maneuver yourself closer to the seam of his boxers. You don’t feel the need to try and be sexy or dramatic, the intimacy floating between the two of you is more than enough to turn you both on.  

However, in the spirit of making your boyfriend feel good, you still want to put on a little bit of a show for him.

“Comfy?” You grin and he immediately rolls his eyes, his lip still tucked between his teeth

“Sure.” He throws a half smirk your way and although it’s not his intention to do so, it spurs you on further.

There’s never a bad time to fluster your boyfriend...

Wordlessly, you grasp the hem of your oversized t-shirt before tugging it over your head, leaving you in nothing but a pair of black boy shorts.

Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly and his chest expands to fit the deep breath he just took, the breath he lets out slowly and shakily.

“So am I.” You smirk, sitting back on your knees to give him the full view of your body. The air of Yoongi’s bedroom is crisp and slightly cooler than you’d like it to be and it causes your nipples to harden, aching for the warmth of his touch. With your hand lingering on your inner thigh, you sigh, “My panties are ruined already-” You pout, “That’s really annoying...they’re going to be drenched by the time you cum.”

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut whilst he lets out an audible groan, “Ok- what the fuck? You’re not even giving me a chance to last at this point...” He laughs humorlessly, his eyes opening and going straight between your thighs, “Let me see.”  

You smirk at his bout of laughter, delighting in how flustered he looks before honoring his request.

Dipping your hand beneath the band of your underwear you slide your fingers over your clit, which is honestly a terrible idea because now it’s throbbing with the need to be played with and,  swipe your fingers over viscous arousal collecting at your entrance.

Yoongi watches you like a hawk, eagerly awaiting the evidence supporting your previous statement.

He isn’t disappointed when you remove your fingers from your panties to show him the stringy, slippery arousal connecting your digits together. The amount of wetness actually surprises you and the way Yoongi looks at you, only worsens the situation between your legs.

Yoongi sits up suddenly, grasping your wrist with both of his hands, eyeing the moisture on your fingers like a man deprived before sucking both of them into his mouth. You feel his tongue lick between them, collecting you, the sensation quickly mirroring itself in your panties. Eyes fluttering close, you allow him to suck on you for longer than necessary, your heartrate quickening as he groans softly against your skin.

He pulls off of you, allowing his lips to linger on the tips of your fingers, his cat-like eyes flitting up to yours. Wordlessly, he brings his hand off the bed and quickly slips it into your underwear. Before you even register what’s occurring, the pads of his fingers are brushing past your clit and tucking themselves inside of you. Your lips part in shock, your hands coming out to brace against his shoulders as he curls them up against your g-spot.

Wide eyed, you meet your boyfriends smug expression as he starts rocking his fingers upwards inside of you.  

“Yo-Yoongi...” You grunt, as the pleasure latches on to the pit of your stomach, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

“Mhm, I know- it's good huh?” He chuckles, using his free hand to brace itself against your back, pushing your body against his hand working between your thighs, “You thought I’d just have a little taste and that was it? That’s all I would want?”

“Fuck...” You whimper, your head slumping against his shoulder, leaving his lips at your ear to say whatever filthy things come to mind.

He quickens his pace and the pleasure is so intense that you have a half a mind to tell him to stop because you kind of feel like you’re going to pee yourself but, the next wave of sensations quickly sends that thought to the trash.

“Have you ever squirted before baby?” He croons into your ear, holding you tightly

Your head shakes rapidly, your eyes squeezing shut as you bury your face into his neck, “N-Not with anybody...”

You’ve certainly made yourself squirt before but it was unintentional and definitely didn’t compare to the way Yoongi was making you feel.

He grins, nibbling on the shell of your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine, “I think you’re about to, I can feel how tight you are around my fingers. Do you want to cum all over my hand jagiya?”

“Mhm-” You whimper, tucking both of your lips between your teeth as you try your hardest not to moan, “Yoongi...”

Yoongi can feel how hard he is now, his swollen dick nearing the edges of pain from neglect but, his focus is entirely on you and making sure you get yours before he thinks of himself.

“Are you gonna say my name when you cum beautiful?” He whispers, quickening his pace once again, his grin broadening when you nod rapidly in his neck, your legs spreading further to the point where he’s having to fight against the mattress to keep at it.

“On your dick- please? Please can I cum on your dick?” You plead, sucking on his neck now, not fully coherent because all you can think about is cumming.

“Oh my fucking god.” He groans, shaking his head

He’s never heard you ask for his dick like that before and, who is he to deny his perfect girlfriend the throne she so aptly deserves?

“Come get it baby.” He pleads, pulling back to look into your eyes, “Come take it, it’s yours, use it...”

You’re on him seconds later and his fucking up into you with everything he has, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood so he doesn’t wake his roommates.

With your hand over your mouth, you whine into your palm as your orgasm approaches. Yoongi smirks proudly at you, saying everything you need to hear to push you over the edge.

“Beautiful...you’re so beautiful.”

“Please cum for me...”

“Cum all over me.”

“I love you...”

Yoongi’s successful in his plan to make you squirt and by the time he finishes inside of you, you’re a proper mess.

The orgasm he’s given you is intense and for once, you’re the one shaking in his arms, trying to get your wits about you. Lovingly, Yoongi places kisses all over your face and the side of your head, his big hands massaging gently into your back as he helps you come down, even though he’s attempting to relax after his own orgasm.

“D-damn you, that was not the plan.” You mutter, playfully nibbling on his shoulder

He chuckles warmly, still kissing on you, “It wasn’t a part of your plan but, let’s just assume that my plan will forever involve making you cum like that, that was- shit that was really hot.”

“Yoongiiiiii....” You whine, feeling very needy and slightly embarrassed, “You made me ruin the sheets though, I feel bad.”

You hear him scoff incredulously, “Yoongiiiiiii I’m so sorry my beautiful body just had a powerful orgasm all over your sheets, how rude of me, I’m so disrespectful.” He imitates your voice playfully, chuckling louder as you wack him against the shoulder, still hiding away in his neck.

“Shut uppppppp.”

“You are always the one making me cum so hard that I question my sanity. After everything you’ve been through with me today, I wanted to return the favor. You did exactly what you deserved to do; if we didn’t have a flight to catch tomorrow, I’d have my hand in your panties all over again.”

Yoongi's bedroom is dark now as the TV has turned itself off due to lack of activity but, despite the absence of light, you can still feel how wet the sheets are beneath your bodies.

It has you all shy for some reason, reminding you that although you usually take the dominant role in the bedroom, you still have a desire to be small, to be held, to be taken care of...

It felt good to let him do that.

“Thank you.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his back, pecking the side of his neck, “It was amazing, you’re amazing.”

He smiles in the darkness, “You deserve it.” He thumbs across the cheek that isn't hidden away in his neck, “Are you going to let me take care of you more often? Have I proven myself worthy mistress?”

The nickname isn’t something he’s used before and it both amuses you and intrigues you all at once. You laugh, nodding in agreement, kissing his skin again, “Mhm, more than worthy.”

Yoongi knows he has to change the sheets.

He knows the two of you need to get some sleep.

But for the moment, he wants to stay still.

He wants to love on you and make you feel all the things you make him feel.  

He wants to do everything you’ve done for him.

He’s in this for the long haul and he knows it.  

This is that forever kind of love.

That I want to marry you kind of love.

That I adore every inch of you kind of love.

He’s found it, it’s all his and he wants to spend the rest of life proving to you how grateful he is.

...how in love he is.

….how lucky he is.

“I love you.” He whispers

“I love you too.”

[lailoken]

“Lord of Norfolk, Grey Lord of the Flint

In our magical work, we often visualise the Lord of Norfolk in human form, because that is the way we are best able to approach and comprehend his being. He appears as a huge and ancient grey-clad figure, a hunter with bow and arrows, a strong and powerful builder, a protector and defender of the land, striding along the coastline, beside the meres, across ploughed fields or though the woodlands. Sometimes he seems to emerge so clearly, from the mists of the veil, that it is almost possible to glimpse his features, to make that step towards a richer understanding, a greater knowing; and then the moment passes. Nevertheless, the physical signs of the extraordinary remain with us, for the Lord of Norfolk is there in the stones, in our gardens and fields, as they work their way to the surface, blunting tools or needing to be removed to allow delicate plants to thrive. At other times, we hear his voice as the waves endlessly shift the shingle, back and forth upon the beach, creating smooth and sea-tumbled pebbles, or we catch a sharp reminder of presence on bare feet or careless fingers.

The Lord of Norfolk is embodied by a magical stone indeed. Flint is composed almost entirely of silica, and only diamonds are harder and more durable. Yet because it flakes so easily it can be worked into different shapes (Russell, 2000) and has a multitude of different uses. Although we see the Lord of Norfolk as a Grey Lord, his stone varies in colour, and may be yellow, brown or amber, if iron oxides or other pigments have seeped in through the his of the stone and left their own special magic. pores The core of a piece of Flint is usually smooth, dark and lustrous, while its outer surface, known as the cortex, is less dense and much more porous, and can be seen as a clear white line when a stone is broken open. Once Flint is cut and exposed, the process of cortication often transforms the colour from black to pale bluey grey, although the rate of the change is delightfully unpredictable. On some Medieval buildings, the shiny core is as little changed as on some Victorian buildings. Another process, patination, gives the Flint a yellow or white waxy look, somewhat reminiscent of ivory (Hart, 2000). Such a rich assortment is useful when selecting stones for magical work, as is the range of shapes and textures. Pieces found in Thetford Forest are often angular and rather waxy looking, with blue patterns on them, sometimes surprisingly like broken pieces of Willow Pattern crockery, but also containing runes or other forms of written messages.

The Lord of the Flint's domain extends far beyond Norfolk, and the buildings of the whole region of East Anglia are expressions of centuries of interaction between this magnificent being of the Earth and the ingenuity and skill of human craftspeople, at one with their materials, which come directly from the Source. The Lord of the Flint provides the raw materials for the simple hearth and home of ordinary folk, grand abodes for the rich, the protection of Norwich's city walls, the spiritual aspiration of the great wool churches.

Some of the constructions use "as-found" Flints, sometimes set into mortar, in an apparently random patterning, sometimes in coursed arrangements, where clear horizontal lines are visible. Herringbone patterns are often seen, as is galletting, when small flakes of flint are added to the mortar before it dries, to provide extra packing between irregular shaped stones, or for purely decorative purposes. A rich vocabulary has developed to describe the different kinds of Flint work, which have become part of the Flint Lord's poetry. Knapped work may be "select", "squared" or “rough squared"; it may use "ovals", "scales" or "blocks". In combination with other stone or brick, the patterns formed may be "chequer", "Flemish chequer", "banding", "morse" or "diaper". The names can be read as spells, and indeed used as such, with their "diamonds", "lozenges", "trellises" and "lattices". Flushwork uses the contrasting characteristics of Flint and ashlared freestone, mostly brought to East Anglia, by water, from Lincolnshire limestone quarries, to produce distinctive designs, which are full of symbolism, meaning and magic. The earliest example of this technique is thought to be St. Ethelbert's Gate, in Norwich, built in 1316, although restored in 1815 by William Wilkins (Hart, 2000). Flushwork on other buildings shows seasonal patterns, merchant's marks, the tools of many trades, wheels, foliage, intricate interlaced patterns, heraldic designs and protective or religious or spiritual symbols and even the Glastonbury Thorn. Just like the foliate heads, seen in so many Medieval churches, a wealth of Pagan and magical imagery can be seen in these flushwork designs (Talbot, 2004).

Not only does this Grey Lord represent protection from the weather and from attack, He also provided our ancestors with the means to hunt and grow their food. Arrowheads, sickles, polished axe heads and grinding stones were all made from mined Flint, at that liminal point in our history when we made the gradual transition from being hunter gathers to domesticating animals and cultivating crops (Russell, 2000). In honour of this, we attach Flint heads to the arrows we use on the garlands in some of our rituals.

Probably the most dramatic and focused way to experience the power of the Flint Lord, as he manifests in His Norfolk form, is to visit Grimes Graves, in Thetford Forest, where our Neolithic forebears risked their lives to bring out, from the depths, the most prized, unweathered, black Flint floorstone, which was to be found ten to thirteen metres below the surface, in seams just 20-30cm thick. Although there were lesser Flint workings, Grimes Graves was the largest and most complex in Britain (Forrest, 1983), with 433 shafts, many with galleries radiating out from them. None of this is easily discernible from ground level though. Approaching the site (now owned by English Heritage) along a straight, single-track forest road, one is just aware of an open grassy area of mounds and dips, a car park and a small building, which is the visitors' centre. In the Summer, there are Skylarks all around. The flora of this once industrial area, but now a Site of Special Scientific Interest, is rich and diverse, and there is a discernible crackle of ancient magic all around. Reciting just a few of the wonderful plant names associated with this place is one simple way of alerting the spirits to your desire to be fully present in the enchantment of both the past and the now. Heather, Harebell, Knapweed, Mouse-ear, Stonecrop, Hawk's-beard, Eyebright, Squinancywort, Gentian and Mignionette can all be words of power, which skim the surface and initiate a little quivering, which allows the eye to see more as you attune to what is really all around you.

Once you know what is in the ground beneath you, it is not difficult to picture an underground constellation of deep shafts and star patterns joining them all, in a fantastic, invisible network. The presence of another of the powerful gods of this land, the Norse/Anglo-Saxon deity, Odin or Woden, can also be felt to wander across the strangely- textured surface of the place, as it is by one of his many names that this site is known. There are no representatives of Odin's Ravens, Hugin and Munin, here, but we are reminded of them in the constant cawing of the Rooks, in the distance trees, and the many black feathers lying in the grass amongst the shards of Flint. Besides, both Thought and Memory are important aspects of any visit here.

Fortunately, at the time of writing, it is still relatively inexpensive to buy a ticket, which allows you to go down into the one pit which is open to the public. Visitors are required to wear a yellow hard hat (which would not be my first choice of headgear when going to meet a major deity), but they are permitted to go down unsupervised. The thin metal rungs of the alarmingly narrow, but very stable, ladder are chilly to the touch, and grow colder as you make the descent, passing the various layers of Flint- the topstone and the wallstone - and watching the circle of the sky above diminish, the deeper you travel into this underworld of the ancestors. The tap of antler picks on stone can still be heard by those who are prepared to listen, and the power and presence of the Lord of Norfolk is all around. There is an indescribable tingling when you step off the last rung of the ladder, place both feet on the floor of the chamber, breathe in, and reach out for that magical understanding of ancient power and wisdom. Low arches lead off into tunnels, but these are now barred against physical entry, although it is possible to glimpse into that network of passages which join one pit to another.

Standing there, we think of the many antlers which were used to mine the Flint. These were most often Red Deer antlers, with the crown and first two tines either burned or cut away. When the tools broke, or became blunted, they were discarded, and in just two of the pits, a total of 244 such antlers were discovered, many of which had been worked smooth by the hands of the miners. On some there were even finger prints in the Chalk which covered them (Clarke Clarke, 1937). So, the Lord of Norfolk is most definitely a horned god, and the magic of the Deer is woven deeply into the fabric of the county. Naturalistic depictions of Red Deer, engraved into floorstone, were found during the early excavations of the site, although many commentators now consider these to have been part of a hoax designed to convince people that this was a Palaeolithic site (Russell, 2000). Nevertheless, this does not undermine the depth of the connections between the Grey Lord, the Deer and the landscape of the county.

It is not difficult to imagine the miners making offerings of antlers, carvings and drawings, as well as the exquisitely worked axe heads. Craftspeople of great skill worked the Flint, inspired or guided by the Lord of Norfolk who, millennia later, can still be called upon to give assistance to the county's makers and artists. I think this is one of the reasons why all of the practitioners of Norfolk's Nameless Tradition do some form of art or craft work, drawing on thousands of years of inspiration and magical help, in the development of the skills of hand and eye.

Of course, the process of going down into the pit at Grimes Graves can be done purely in the mind, in meditation or pathworking. Those who are especially skilled at knowing and visualising what they have not experienced with their mundane senses, can even do this without having been to the place in person. For most of us, though, the physical experience is important, and the effort of a regular visit becomes an act of pilgrimage.

On re-emerging from the shaft, a visit to Thetford's Ancient House Museum can provide a moving insight into the skills of the 20th-century Flint knappers. The Museum is home to an exquisite Flint alphabet, knapped by Bill Basham, in his spare time, over a period of two years. He also made a delicate necklace of seventeen circlets and a heart, which he sold, in 1927, for just £10. Sadly, like many of the Flint knappers, Basham died of silicosis, in 1932, at the age of 38 (Forrest, 1983). But the art of Flint knapping is far from lost. Will Lord, the son of earlier custodians of Grimes Graves, is an expert Flint knapper, and continues to teach the skill, as well as running prehistoric experience courses (www.will-lord.co.uk).

The Lord of Norfolk is a being of Fire as well as of Earth, for this everyday, common, yet intensely magical stone also carries within it the stuff of stars, which can light the hearth fire or ignite the divine spark within. The Flint as a strike-a- light is of enduring significance.

However, like so many things, the power of the Flint can be used for good or for ill and has not always been adapted for purely peaceful purposes. Flint arrowheads come in various shapes and styles, ranging from the chunky to the slender and elegant. The sheer numbers which have been found are thought to suggest that people may have used them in warfare, not just for hunting (Wymer, 1994). Indeed, Flint weapons have been said to be Britain's oldest industry, from Neolithic arrowheads from 2000 BCE, to the gunflints made in Brandon, and much prized for use during the Napoleonic Wars.”

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Of Chalk & Flint:

A Way of Norfolk Magic

by Val Thomas

[characternerdocs]

H Y P E R (A-Z meme, for Heather)

A-Z meme for Heather|||@chickypoodoodloos

H. Help: When someone your OC loves has a problem, how does your OC try to help them? Do they prefer to comfort, offer advice, or fix the problem? Would your OC go out of their way to help a stranger?

Try is the keyword of that sentence as her help is unconventional at best. She usually prefers to try and solve a problem through action, typically choosing the most direct option to solve it, or a very obscure one, which only somebody with her particular brand of creative insanity can pull off. If action isn't an option comfort is her backup. But being on the mad side, Heather's words of comfort can be somewhat - off-putting. as what she may find comforting is probably not comforting to another. EX: you could suffer a horrible stab wound, Heather will remark on the awesome scar it becomes once it heals. And she'd absolutely go out of her way to help a stranger, as they are a friend she has yet to make- or an enemy yet to be destroyed. Either way it's fun to be had.

Y. Yearbook: What is your OC’s happiest memory with another character?

Racing down an open dessert road in the dead of night, Vincent behind the wheel of his convertible Jaguar E-Type as she stands on the passenger seat, the wind whipping her hair and in her ears to drown out Vincent's concerned shouts for her to sit down. The rush of excitement and adrenaline making Heather feel high on life crackling with the pure enjoyment of the moment. The barren landscape around them passes by in a blur but the multitude of stars above seem to stay in place as the two continue to pierce the darkness as a squadron of red and blue lights give chase.

P. Protect: Does your OC tend to protect other people, or are they the one who is protected?

It's a bit of both. It may surprise you but insanity is what landed her in Glenbrooke, instead, she tried to protect someone who was to be sent away and by doing so end up taking that person's place. I think Heather seems more like a vulnerable person so people who care about her are quick to protect her. But in my head, Heather is equally capable of playing the protector. and she's very frightening when she's fighting for someone she cares about, cause she's not gonna pull any punches when someone she love's at risk.

E. Easygoing: When with other people, does your OC tend to go with the flow, or be the leader? Why? Are there any people they behave differently around?

A little of both? She's not really the leader type but she'll definitely thrower two cents in on any topic being discussed. I think all and all she's the loose cannon as she'll go with the flow until she's bored of it and decides to spice things up in her own way. There isn't really anyone she acts differently around, only really Samael or the Doctor, but that's if she's having a bad day and manage to get in her head and shake her self-confidence.

R. Regret: Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them? If so, who? Do they regret it?

No...? Not because I don't think Heather is capable of it, her loyally is only really to herself, Vincent, and Heath when it comes down to it. I just don't think others trust Heather enough to make her capable of a betrayal. However, there is a period of time, and arch if you will, I have planned for my books (sounds so pretentious) where her aligance shifts. But Heather has actually been betrayed more than she has betrayed others. (at least in her mind. :) )

Thanks for the H Y P E R ask @chickypoodoodloos

I'm sorry sad I can't say Heather has betrayed anyone, she would, but also she's sorta frank about who she is loyal too, though she may act like your besttoest friend but still not considered you a person that she'd ride or die for.

[jewishzevran]

look upon the Light so you may lead others here through the darkness

After the Herald of Andraste has some choice words for him, Cullen and Leliana have a talk about faith. [ao3]

A/N: I originally published a different version of this, which was less specific to my canon and took place in Leliana’s quarters. I have deleted it, but kept the title of the piece for the update. I like this version a lot better.

The Herald frowned at Cullen, and spoke with a tone that he couldn't quite place. "But... the Templars have served the Chantry for ages.”

“And in that time, they’ve come to take the Order’s services for granted–" Before he could continue, the Herald made a disgusted noise and rolled her eyes, before turning and walking away. 

"Wait where are you going? What's the matter?"  

She wheeled on him. "Seriously? After everything, that's your reason for leaving?"

"You're a Dalish elf, what do you know of the chantry?"

The Herald blinked, and her mouth curled into a snarl as her hands balled into shaky fists. She crossed back to Cullen and stood inches from him, her anger letting her tower over him despite her stature.

"How dare you. Are you so selfish and blind that you don't think it affects us? You think we were all born out of holes in the ground completely isolated? I grew up in Kirkwall. I know plenty of the Chantry, and their supposed peacekeepers. What do I know of the Chantry? What do you know of peace? You wield fear and cruelty like a slavemaster cracks a whip and expect your charges to survive unscathed? If you cage a dog and beat it for years how can you be surprised when it bites? And your "harrowings?" You take young mages, barely old enough to be adults and send them into the Fade with no warning, no training, no advice and expect them to fight demons? If they fail, you kill them, without so much as blinking. Do you write letters of condolences to their families? Do you even remember their names? And if you decide that one of them isn’t fit for the trial, you hold them down and forcibly remove their emotions! Have you not once considered how abhorrent the idea of a tranquil actually is? How egregious threatening people with psychological torture is? And don’t even try to justify it with “it’s for their own good”, whose good? I've heard stories that some poor families promise their children to the Order from BIRTH. Preying on poor and vulnerable families so their children can be groomed to hate an entire subset of the population? Discouraging circle mages from having relationships in case they have mage children? Any children born regardless are ripped from their mothers and given to a chantry orphanage to raise and then recruit as Templars. The most frequent cause of death in circles is suicide, did you know that? Do you care? I had friends in Kirkwall that were raped and beaten, and it doesn’t matter that you didn’t personally participate, you were silent while others systematically abused their charges. The Chantry doesn’t make peacekeepers or protectors. It makes soldiers. You say Anders started a war, but you never even thought about the alternatives. It wasn’t ‘start a war or maintain peace’ it was ‘rebel or spend a lifetime in slavery and enduring abuse at the hands of our oppressors’!  And you would kiss their feet in servitude."

She stalked off, then turned round, stalked back and punched him square in the jaw, with a resounding crunch. The force of the blow sent him staggering back several paces. 

"What do I know of the Chantry, shemlen? I know they massacred my entire people in the name of your God. Andraste spit on your skills being taken for granted. You want to be part of the Inquisition? To work side by side with mages? You need to do a lot of fucking soul searching about why you're really here, Commander Rutherford."

The Herald was crying as she walked away, wiping angry tears from her eyes.  Cullen was left standing dumbstruck. He spent several minutes quietly fuming. 

Maker, she can throw a punch.

His jaw was going to bruise and he could feel it. Then he started thinking about what she said and every angry word attached itself to a memory. He headed to the training grounds. Sword drills would hopefully clear his thoughts.

What do you know of peace?

He thought back to Kinloch. To the words he spoke to Nina Cousland. He begged her to slaughter anyone she saw in case they were possessed.

He thought about psychological torture and the screams and pleas of mages undergoing the Rite of Tranquility being abruptly cut off as that blankness took over their faces. 

He thought about his lessons as a boy, the pride in his teachers' voices as they spoke of the glory of the Exalted Marches and never used words like "massacre" or "genocide". How the elves deserved it. How it was their fault for being savages that denounced Andraste. 

He thought of the mothers who cried and begged when their children were taken to Circles. He thought of the mages that had panic attacks before their harrowing. He thought of the mages he'd personally seen use blood magic or turn into abominations - the mages he then helped kill.

For the first time in his life, he realised that in the moment before they cut their veins open or let a demon burst forth from their chests, every last one of those mages wore the same expression.

Fear. Desperation. Pain.

He remembered one young woman who had run away from the circle because her mother was dying. They'd tracked her down in a barn. She backed into a corner begging them not to take her. There were five of them surrounding her in full armor, and she was alone. Unarmed. 

"Blessed are they who stand before The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter."

He remembered repeating those lines to himself when he was fighting mages. When he was killing them. He felt sick.

"Commander? Are you alright?" 

He blinked, coming back into focus, and realised the dummy in front of him had no head anymore.

"Excuse me," he muttered, and walked briskly to his cabin.

He once visited a prison on templar business. He realised it didn't feel any different to the circle.

"Mages are dangerous. Any one of them can be corrupted." 

Those were the words spoken to him when he joined the order. The ones he repeated to himself over and over. Even here. Even at the Inquisition. He wasn't raised to do good. He was raised to kill mages. 

He once told Hawke that mages weren't people. Her sister was a mage. A Warden now, but–maker no wonder she looked at him with disgust.

"If you cage a dog and beat it for years how can you be surprised when it bites?"

He almost vomited as he remembered the Commander who calmly explained to him and all the other recruits that making a mage Tranquil was like neutering a feral dog - unpleasant, but necessary to tame it.

He remembered someone at Kinloch telling him how some of the Templars left books about blood magic around deliberately so they could apprehend anyone that read them.

He remembered a mage being beaten in Kirkwall screaming in pain and using the blood on the whip to conjure a protective shield around herself. Which they broke through. And killed her.

How did he spend so long utterly convinced that he was doing the Maker's work, when all he did was cause pain and violence? How did he convince himself he was in the right? 

Mistress Lavellan was not the first person to shout at him about this. Maker knows Hawke did it enough. What's different? What's chang–

The lyrium.

He staggered in his pacing around the room, almost falling over as his eyes went to the pile of belongings in the corner that the box he'd had since he was 18 lay at the bottom of. 

The first time he'd taken lyrium he'd hated it, it was disgusting - he remembers his friend Pip vomiting, asking if he had to take it, and the furious Commander threatening to beat him for insubordination.

Do we even need it? Is it even necessary? 

His thoughts turned to Alistair. Oh Maker. He'd never really thought about it, but Alistair left for the Wardens before he took his vows. He’d never taken lyrium, and Alistair could use his Templar abilities without it. He'd seen it. At Kinloch.

Cullen roared in anger and threw a glass at the wall where it shattered.

Lies. His whole life, his whole belief system was built on lies. He'd caused so much pain. So much evil, and he’d never once questioned it. 

How did he even begin to undo his wrongs? He could ask for forgiveness from Andraste, from the Maker, but what good did that do in the here and now?

There was a knock at the door.

"Not now!" 

"Bur sir, you asked for this report as soon–"

"I said NOT NOW!!"

The poor scout scurried away. A minute or two later, a familiar voice sounded outside, accompanied by a gentler knock. 

"Cullen, it's Leliana. Can I come in?"

"Fine." He tried to spit the word but his voice broke, betraying him. He didn't look up as she slipped inside.

"You're bleeding, Cullen." She gestured to her mouth, and Cullen mirrored her. 

Oh. Mistress Lavellan must have split my lip.

"I, ah, had a run-in with the Herald. It probably looks worse than it is."

"Let me–"

"No! I deserve it."

Leliana arched an eyebrow. She glanced deliberately at the shattered glass on the floor and then back to him. "Is there something you'd like to talk about, Cullen?"

"You have far better things to do with your time," he mumbled, turning away, but she grabbed his chin and made him look at her.

"That is not what I asked."

"I am a grown man Leliana, I can–"

"What? Self-flagellate in isolation and bottle up your emotions until they fester?"

Tears pricked in his eyes. He couldn't meet her gaze. 

"I understand not wanting to burden others with your feelings, Cullen, but shutting yourself away helps no one, least of all yourself. How is it better to break things and shout at our scouts through doors once you can't keep a handle on yourself any more?"

His cheeks burned with shame. He started to shake, the compassion in her voice stabbing through him deeper than any sword could.

She frowned a little. "Would you like me to pray with you?"

Cullen couldn't stop the hysterical laughter that burst out at that. As if prayer could fix what he was. What he'd done.

"Sit. Now." Cullen knew better than to ignore the authority in her voice, and as he collapsed into a chair, Leliana knelt in front of him, and tucked a stray curl behind his ear. Her face was dark with worry. She reminded him of Mia.

"Talk to me Cullen. Tell me what's wrong."

"Everything!" He shouted, unable to stop the tears that started falling from his eyes. "She was right! She stood there and shouted and wept and said the word Templar like it was poison and she was right! I killed innocent people because the Chantry told me my whole life that it was my duty to do so! I helped torture and murder children! And it took someone punching me in the face and calling me an idiot to make me even realise that that was wrong! If the Chantry is what the Maker truly wants then I want no longer want any party in it!"

Leliana took his hands. "And if the Chantry is not what the Maker wants?"

"Isn't it?" Cullen retorted bitterly, pulling his hands away. 

"Has He personally told you it is?" She was watching him calmly, as though his whole world wasn't spiralling into the abyss, and he wanted to scream.

"The Chantry speaks the word of the Maker. Everything they do is in His Name."

"That doesn't mean they are right."

He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, and stood, beginning to pace again. "Pray tell, then Leliana. What IS His will, hm? What DOES the Maker want? Did He put me on earth just to suffer? Is this my Trial? Am I failing?"

"The Maker does not make you suffer, Cullen. That is the fault of men."

"Stop being so cryptic!" He was shouting now, he could hear his voice getting louder and louder, and his face going red with anger and grief. "The Chantry speak for the Maker. They are His Church!"

"The Maker did not pick up a pen and write the Chant himself!" Leliana raised her voice too, standing defiantly in front of him. "He did not make the circles, or the Templars. Humans are fallible Cullen. They make mistakes, and words and intentions can be twisted!"

"But-"

"Who is your God, Cullen? Is it the Maker? Or is it The Chantry?"

The question stunned him into silence. His ears rang and he actually staggered backwards under the force with which the implications hit him. For what felt like an eternity, there was only silence, and his own ragged breathing as everything he ever learned fell apart and reformed into something new.

He stared at Leliana in wild disbelief, and she nodded, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

The Chantry and the Maker were not the same.

...the Chantry was wrong.

The Chantry was wrong.

The Chantry could be wrong. And he could still follow the Maker. 

Except.... Could he?

"Leliana..."

She waited patiently.

"How can I ever follow the Maker when I did such evil in his name?"

"I will be blunt, Cullen. There will be people that will never forgive you. Nor do they have any obligation to do so. But that should not stop you. It is never too late to change, or to start anew. True faith comes from action. Be vocal. Be compassionate. Treat mages with kindness and trust, but understand why they might not want it. You keep saying you are not the man you were in Kirkwall? Prove it. Repentance is hard, and will make you uncomfortable. You must work for it, and keep working for it. Remember it is not a goal, but a constant journey."

The words settled over him like a weighted blanket - heavy, but somehow comforting despite the solemnity of the moment.

"Thank you." He hesitated for a moment, staring at the ground, still wiping away the last of his tears. "...will you pray with me?" he asked quietly. "Not the Chant, just -"

"Of course."

Praying in silence was different. He was so used to speaking the words of the Chant and feeling them flow through him. Still, despite the quiet, it made the air in the cabin warm and light.

He felt a calm begin to settle inside him in the wake of his turmoil. He still had questions, and doubts, and guilt... but for the first time in far too long, he also had hope. He wanted to see the Herald and apologise. But that could wait. 

Leliana kissed his head and said " I'll tell everyone you are feeling unwell and you're not to be disturbed. Take some time to yourself. Rest. Start fresh tomorrow. When you want to talk about this some more, you know where to find me."

As she left, she smiled back at him. "Andraste watch over you, Commander."

It was a surprise that his returning smile came so naturally. "And you, Leliana."

[dearlydreadful]

ATEEZ Reactions

Scenario Requested: Reacting to their s/o being cute, excitable, and giggly when they’re around them but quiet around others.

Jongho

You shifted your feet underneath you on the couch. You were really trying to watch the movie, but you were so distracted by the constant vibrations coming from your phone. You bit your lip every time you felt it before sneaking a glance at it.

Your boyfriend had been gone all day, leaving you behind with his friends. They had put forth an effort to make you feel comfortable. You were touched by how much they cared. And now your boyfriend was finally on his way home.

A giggle escaped you as you checked your recent notification to find a pouty selfie from him. You quickly covered your mouth and coughed, trying to cover up the sound. No one said anything so you thought you’d gotten away with it.

“I’m home!” Jongho’s voice pulled you from you half daydream half movie watching state. You jumped up from the couch and ran to him, throwing your arms and legs around him.

He kissed you deeply, making your head swim.

“Finally! Now we can watch this movie in peace!” Yunho cheered, catching both of your attention.

“What do you mean?” Jongho voiced your confusion.

He raised his eyebrows. “She’s been giggling through the whole thing while receiving messages from you.” Your cheeks heated up as you hide your face in Jongho’s back. “Now please take your PDA to the room.” You squeaked and clung to Jongho.

Your boyfriend chuckled before turning around to face you. “You are so precious.”

“I can’t help that you’re so cute.” You whined, making him laugh harder.

“I love you, Jagi.”

Wooyoung

“Oh no!” You groaned as your head fell back. You quickly recovered and narrowed your eyes as you looked over at San, Jongho, and Yeosang. “Which one of you threw that turtle shell at me?”

All three boys widened their eyes and kept them glued to the screen.

You clicked your tongue at them before turning back to the TV. “That’s it. I’m going to murder all of you.” The next 30 minutes was filled with your cursing and the boys snickered as they ganged up on you.

You abandoned your controller when your boyfriend returned to the room. You quickly threw yourself into his arms, soaking in every bit of dramatics you could.

“Did you have a fun night, Jagi?” Wooyoung grinned as he kept his arm around you.

“No!” You pouted, crossing your arms. “The boys teamed up on me. They cheated!”

Another round of snickers tickled your ears, including Wooyoung’s. “Remember when Y/N used to be so shy and quiet?”

“Before Wooyoung corrupted her, you mean?”

Wooyoung snorted before planting a firm kiss to your temple. “Let’s teach them a lesson about cheating, Jagi.” He takes your hand and brings you over to your controller. He sits down, pulling you with him. You sit in between his legs with his arms around you while he holds the controller. It’s the perfect spot in the whole world for you.

Mingi

You couldn’t stop laughing as you clung to Mingi. He had offered you a piggy back ride but as soon as you had jumped on, he’d taken off running. He was doing circles around the boys, hoisting you up on his back every now and then.

The boys seemed to be enjoying this just as much as the two of you. They laughed and tried to grab you as Mingi would run by. You tighten your grip around his neck, giggling into his shoulder.

It wasn’t long though and your adorable boyfriend was dropping you to your feet so he could find a bathroom. You snickered as he disappeared. Looking around though, you noticed the boys smiling at you.

Your eyes dropped to the ground. You hadn’t quite mastered how to casually talk to any of them when Mingi wasn’t around. It was like Mingi was your protector, your happy place. No matter what you did or said, stupid or funny, he always had the perfect reaction you needed.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong called your name, forcing you to bring your gaze to his. “Are you hungry?” He smiled sweetly at you. You tried to return it with a small one of your own. You shrugged. His smile widened. “If you are, we can stop and find something to eat.”

You cleared your throat. “Th - that would be nice.”

He nodded, letting you go back to being quiet until Mingi returned. “Hey guys,” he clapped his hands, making sure he got everyone’s attention. “Let’s look for somewhere to eat.”

Mingi looked down at you as he put an arm around your shoulders. “You ready to eat?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes!” Your arms went around his frame and you squeezed.

San

You watched, absolutely mesmerized, as the boys practiced in front of you.They were preparing to do a video shoot out on the streets of NY to promote their song, which meant they were going to practice it 80 million times first.

Your eyes followed the fluid movement of your boyfriend. San was executing every move perfectly. You wondered how he had such passion in his dance every time. You could see some of the boys were starting to grow tired.

You were grateful when they finally called for a break. You popped up from your spot and immediately went to San’s side, handing him a towel. He grinned at you as he wiped his brow.

“You should go back to the hotel, Jagi. You have to be getting annoyed with watching this over and over.” He playfully bumped his arm against yours.

“I think she might enjoy the view from here more than the hotel.” Wooyoung snickered, making your cheeks turn red hot.

San tsked at him before wrapping his arms around your middle. You leaned your back against his chest, melting into him.

“I mean, he’s not wrong.” You hid your face by burying it in San’s neck. You would never egg Wooyoung on normally, but San’s warmth gave you comfort and made you brave.

Wooyoung threw his head back as he laughed and clapped. “You have some kind of spell on her.” He shook his head.

San showered your face with kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

Yeosang

You sat on Yeosang’s bed, staring at the ceiling. You definitely weren’t supposed to be in the dorm this late at night, but with Wooyoung’s help, the two boys had managed to sneak you in. You glanced over at Wooyoung laying on his bed. It was like he felt your eyes on him.

Wooyoung looked over at you with his eyebrows arched. You gave him a little smile and nod before going back to staring at the ceiling. You listened to him chuckle as he also went back to staring at his phone.

A few minutes ticked by before the door to the room opened, your boyfriend skipping in. You instantly sat up. A high pitched, little squeal escaped you. You heard Wooyoung’s chuckle again.

“I’m back guys!” Yeosang grinned at you both. He held his hands behind his back, keeping something from your view. “And I found something that will be the perfect way to spend our evening bonding.”

Your stomach churned uneasily. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Wooyoung, but more that you enjoyed your time alone with Yeosang.

“So I get to be a third wheel now?” Wooyoung snickered as he sat up.

“You’re going to love this! You both will!” Yeosang was practically bouncing with his excitement. You giggled at how precious he was. “Because we … are going … to do,” you and Wooyoung both cracked up at his dramatic pauses. “Face masks!”

He brought his hands out, holding at least five masks in each hand. You crawled down the bed toward him. You took his face into your hands, giving his lips a kiss to make his knees weak.

“At least it’s not a bad way to spend my time being a third wheel.” Wooyoung mumbled.

You broke away from the kiss giggling and hiding your face in your boyfriend’s chest.

Yunho

You kicked your feet since they didn’t quite reach the ground when you sat all the way back in the chair. You were waiting for your boyfriend. He had run to the store to pick up snacks. Meanwhile, you were left with his friends.

It was still early in your relationship so you weren’t quite sure how to act around his friends, which meant you were mostly just quiet.

You took a look around. The boys were in their own worlds anyway. You eyed Wooyoung and San in particular. You were so curious. They seemed full of mischief, which was your favorite thing to get into.

You were so caught up in trying to figure out what they were whispering about from across the room that you didn’t notice Yunho slip back into the dorm. Your ears picked up on his low chuckle first.

Your head whipped around as you grinned. Your excitement bubbled out as you stared at your boyfriend. Your hands rose above your head as you yelled, “Ooooppaaa!”

All the boys attention turned toward you. Your cheeks were instantly on fire while Yunho laughed.

Hongjoong

You hummed as you shifted your weight from foot to foot. You stood in line at the coffee shop with Mingi. Your boyfriend had left to grab something from the car where the rest of the boys were waiting. Since Mingi was his best friend, you spend a lot of your time around him.

He was used to how quiet you were when it was just the two of you. He had teased you at first, making your cheeks burn until Hongjoong would save you. He had recently moved on to letting you be quiet while Hongjoong was gone and then being quiet himself while he smirked at you both when Hongjoong would return.

You had recently challenged yourself with not making a complete fool of yourself when Hongjoong was around. So far, you weren’t doing well.

You heard the door jingle to the coffee shop. It took most of your willpower not to turn toward the door to look for Hongjoong. You focused on humming a little louder. The warm hand on your lower back sent butterflies through your insides.

“You’re so pretty, Jagi.” He pressed his lips against your temple and that’s when you lose it.

“You’re so sweet.” You cooed back to him, locking your arm with his. “I’m so lucky to get to call you mine.” You giggled as he booped your nose.

You noticed Mingi smirking from the corner of your eye.

Seonghwa

The boys were taking turns doing their solo photo shoots for their comeback. It was Seonghwa’s turn so you were sitting, kind of keeping to yourself, in the dressing room. You were scrolling through your phone, eyeing the clock every few seconds to see how long it had been.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the boys or get along with them. You really loved how they all made an effort to make you feel comfortable. You were just naturally quiet around people. Until Seonghwa came around.

You bit your bottom lip to keep the smile from splitting your face as you thought about your boyfriend coming back into the room. As if summoned by your thoughts, he entered the room.

“Jagi.” He cheered as he plopped down beside you on the couch. You instantly giggled and snuggled into his side. Your cheeks heated as Hongjoong’s laugh hit your ears. You hid your face in Seonghwa’s shoulder.

“She really comes alive when you come in the room.” Hongjoong was watching you both, smiling. He loved seeing how happy you two were together.

“That’s why she’s my girl.” Seonghwa chuckled and kissed you on your forehead. You melted into him, sighing contently. There was no where in the world you’d rather be than beside him.

[rotund-team-rwby]

Wheel of fate spin spin spin. Yesterday five names where suggested but only two will win. As the wheel reaches rest. Who will be our special guest?

Cinder Fall-The incredibly obese yet incredibly powerful head follower of Salem,the arch nemesis of our lovable rose and the only follower of Salem that likes Emerald.

Type of growth-Weight gain.

Current weight-1,865.

Hm it seems the wheel of fate has selected this guest for a third time. As so the wheel wishes this guest is now permanent.

Penny Polendina-The particularly positive multi purpose protector android that is pretty much positive that their secondary purpose is helping their partners.

Type of growth-Everything.

Current body type-Winter Schness muscles and Ruby Rose's stomach.

Hm it seems the wheel of fate has selected this guest for a third time. As so the wheel wishes this guest is now permanent.

GUEST MUSE FRIDAY WEEK 11.

B E G I N.

[ewrthings-race-repair-repeat]

Isuzu’s distinctive D-Max XTR has become a very successful model for Isuzu, forming part of its ‘Adventure’ range. XTR was developed for off-road enthusiasts and drivers who want a vehicle that is competent over rough and demanding terrain.  To further bolster its appeal Isuzu have launched the XTR Colour Edition.

The XTR remains the most sophisticated and authentically capable pick-up in the D-Max range but in Colour Edition trim it now offers colour coded body kit and a green Isuzu badge – aimed at refreshing the XTR’s styling whilst not detracting from its fantastic off-road capabilities.

The XTR body kit was specifically designed for D-Max and is normally coated in a durable black Raptor finish. However, the nex XTR Colour Edition offers a different paint option meaning that the front bumper guard, wheel arch extensions, bonnet protector, rear tailgate spoiler and headlight frames are colour-coded with the body. The fog light surrounds and grille have remained black to contrast the body colour sections.  The vibrant green Isuzu front grille badge is a popular accessory on the original XTR but now comes as standard on the Colour Edition. As with the standard XTR, the Colour Edition is equipped with exclusive heavy-duty 6-spoke satin black 17-inch alloy wheels fitted with Pirelli Scorpion All-Terrain Plus (all season) tyres.

The XTR durable, black side steps have an angular bar framework  which makes them function as rock sliders and sill protectors too. The steps have a lozenge shaped infill which acts as a drain point for mud, sand and snow.  Black door mirror covers and black door handles complement the steps on the XTR Colour Edition in conjunction with tinted rear windows. The rear light surrounds are also painted and the rear bumper also incorporates some body colour elements.  The step exhaust finisher inserts are also black for added contrast.  Another colourful feature means when travelling behind the truck drivers will see flashes of vibrant green from both the rear anti-roll bar and rear dampers. The XTR Colour Edition’s heated front sports seats are upholstered in leather, suede and carbon fibre leather with contrast green overstitching on the side bolsters. An XTR logo is embroidered on the back rest of each front seat and is repeated on the rear centre headrest. The D-shaped, sports XTR steering wheel is individually finished with green overstitching that is sewn on by hand.

The Isuzu D-Max XTR Colour Edition benefits from bespoke Pedders suspension and brake system designed to be comfortable on the road and capable in the extreme off-road – the XTR benefits from kevlar ceramic front brake pads and has 250mm ground clearance.

The XTR Colour Edition will be available in Splash White, Titanium Silver Met, Obsidian Grey Mica and Cosmic Black Mica (as is the standard XTR) and only a limited number of each colour will be available as Colour Edition models. Another Isuzu range upgrade during the COVID-19 lockdown is the D-Max Utility tipper conversion. Based on the Utility Extended Cab, the conversion is a cost-effective solution for customers who require a tough and reliable tipper, with great off-road capabilities. The tipper conversion combines all the essential workhorse attributes of the D-Max Utility with the practicality of a durable and lightweight tipper body.

The tipper conversion load bed is 1,977mm long by 1,800mm wide. The bed is constructed using 18mm thick interlocking alloy floor panels with 300mm high sideboards and tailboard  and heavy-duty underfloor tie points. The tailboard, which opens to 180°, features a 2-way hinge assembly – meaning it can be opened from both the top and bottom – and rubber buffer stops to protect the body. Meanwhile, the spring latches on the sideboards are recessed to avoid catching on objects and the corner posts are removable to provide an open platform – perfect for loading and unloading.

A wander lead control is used to activate the electro-hydraulic power pack that lifts the body.  The tipping gear and subframe have been fully galvanised to protect them from the elements and, once raised, there’s an integral body prop and hose burst safety valve to stop the body from falling unexpectedly.  For safety reasons, a dual-tone alarm is activated when the body is raised or lowered and, rubber moulded body rests have been added to prevent the tipper body clattering the frame while driving and distracting the driver. Completing the tipper conversion, a powder-coated tubular gantry infilled with a protection panel has been fitted to shield the cab.  The Utility has a heated rear screen as standard so the protection panel, complete with Isuzu logo, has been finished with a laser cut square design to ensure clear visibility when reversing.

The Utility features a hard-wearing black front bumper, black door handles and heated black door mirrors. The interior includes two 12-volt sockets, remote control central locking, an easy-cleanable vinyl floor covering and under seat base storage plus manual air-conditioning, power windows and an RDS radio with Bluetooth connectivity and USB port. It also comes with a wide range of safety equipment as standard like driver, passenger and curtain airbags. In addition, there is Hill Start Assist, Hill Descent Control and Trailer Sway Control, which complements the 3.5t towing capacity.

The D-Max Utility tipper conversion will be a low volume vehicle with an expected lead time of approximately four weeks. The tipper will be sold through the Isuzu dealer network as a used approved conversion and will therefore benefit from the same aftersales support, including a 5-year/125,000-mile warranty package and 5 years’ roadside assistance in the UK & Europe.

Further information on price and availability of both new D-Max additions will be supplied as-and-when Isuzu dealer showrooms re-open after COVID-19 lockdown ends.