#Operation Foxtail

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Writing Update

One year ago, I wrote this post. I thought I was ready to share it and get back to normal in my writing life. Things haven’t gone so smoothly, and I’m not where I’d like to be or where I thought I’d be, but I thought it was time to share this update anyway. Perhaps it will give a glimpse of some of my journey trying to find that road of writing these last few years. I may not see the road for…

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Everyone Bleeds Red

Darth Vader x Fem Reader

Summary: After Darth Vader recruited your mother as a culinarian for the Death Star, you are now forced to call this your new home. One night you can't take being locked in your sleeping quarters any longer. You sneak out and find Vader in his Bacta tank, in a form you didn't know you would ever see.

Word Count: 2k+

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It was tiring, staring out the window panel, into never ending space. You would make different constellations out of stars you saw or over-examined a large rock that was floating. Shifting on your feet once you could no longer dissociate at command and all the pain in your body became unbearable all at once. The leather and latex of your suit feel completely suffocating and uncomfortable. You could never stand there as long as he could. You’d seen him go 12 hours of just staring into the abyss without moving a muscle. So still that you could barely tell he was breathing. Even when the ship would sway a bit, he maintained his rigid posture. When you could no longer take the void, you would go to your sleeping quarters. You would peel the layers of your clothes off one by one. Every time you walked into that room, you would admire how intricate the designs were. Every room on the ship was so dull, everything was gray and black. Even with colors so dark, the fluorescent lights were blinding at times. Not in your space though, the walls were a pale yellow and had foxtails and flowers hand-painted onto the walls. Sometimes when you couldn’t sleep you would count the blades of grass, admiring the paint strokes. Wondering what happened to the artist who sat where you were with a brush. 

The roof was baby blue and like the walls had hand-painted clouds. They looked so realistic that you would get the urge to reach out to see if they were fluffy or not. The carpet matches the color of the painted grass so perfectly. One would have to look extremely hard to see the seam of where the wall and carpet connected. There was a painted mural of a waterfall that had plexiglass over it, water flowed over this glass to create the illusion that it was a real waterfall. Under this glass was a 3ft by 3ft pond that was filled with different stones. When the water would hit these, it created an authentic sound of water running. You were grateful for this because the ship was so quiet, it would hurt your ears sometimes. Your bed was circular and had a lace canopy that hung over it. The headboard was made from cream-colored marble and had carvings of different flowers. The bedding was lavender, the sheets and pillowcases were silk but the main duvet was fur. So soft that you can’t feel it against your skin. The lighting was yellow-toned, less harsh on your eyes than the bright fluorescent bulbs around the ship. Roses were always placed around the room, so many that the room was permeated with their scent. 

You were taken from your home planet of Coruscant, you didn’t know why but you were grateful. Being born on that smog-covered planet was a life sentence. Nobody who’s born there ever makes it out. It was like the planet was the Bermuda triangle, people came here in hopes of making it big with their criminal enterprise. Once you’re there long enough, you’re forgotten. There’s no communication signal until you’re off the planet which creates such a suffocating isolation it’s comparable to prison. Nonetheless, you were happy, you lived with your mother and operated a bakery. Even though it was a humble life, it was better than what most people had and your mother always reminded you of that. Vader completely tours through your city in search of Obi-Wan. You’d never seen such mass chaos and hysteria in your life. Stormtroopers seemed to enjoy such misery and horror. Sometimes when walking through the halls you would lose your breath when they came around the corner. Your mother and you were hidden in the back room of the bakery. You both could hear the shouting of stormtroopers, 

“This is the 501st Legion, come out with your hands up now !” one of them shouted. Your mother put her hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. 

“This is your last formal warning. Come out with your hands NOW !” You were commanded.

Tears were running down your face as you held your hand over your mothers. The room went quiet, you could no longer hear the clanking of their uniforms. All you could hear was the sound of boots hitting the ground. The silence was deafening and created such an eerie energy. After what felt like hours, the metal door of the back freezer was ripped off the wall and against what was the service counter. You screamed so loudly that you felt your mother’s hand vibrate against your cheeks. There he was in all his glory, when you first laid eyes on him he looked like a monster. Wearing all black, standing so tall, and the blood was splattered on his mask. His lightsaber was so close, you could feel the heat coming off it. He was accompanied by another individual who was in a gray uniform, unlike the stormtroopers. Vader whispered something to him that you didn’t quite hear. 

“Lord Vader requests that you serve the 501st Legion by working as a culinarian aboard our ship,” the gentleman said to your mother. 

“Well, thank you, my lord, May I bring my daughter, s-she helps me in all my operations,” your mother said; you’d never heard her voice so shaky and raw. 

“Very well, come with me,” he said. 

That was when we followed Vader and his army to the Death Star. Even though you were already of age, your mother covered your eyes. You could only see your feet and a bit of the ground in front of you. As you walked, you could smell copper in the air along with smoke. You could hear the sounds of people groaning and debris caving in on itself. Once you were about to board the ship, you looked up slightly and saw a severed hand on the ground. Curiosity killed the cat and you wish you’d never looked up. What scared you even more was the fact that nobody seemed to react to anything. Like there wasn’t a limit on how much gore their eyes could absorb. There was a knock at the door that pulled you back to reality. The automatic doors opened and revealed your mother. You were extremely grateful that you still got to see your mother every day. She had a different outlook on being aboard than you did. She was happy, we were finally safe, had amazing living conditions, and were together. Whenever you were feeling anxious she would remind you to count your blessings. Even though you knew she meant well with what she was saying, it could come off as dismissive at times. She set your dinner tray down and sat on your bed with you. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks knowingly. 

“Same as always,” you replied. 

“Let’s talk about it,” your mother pried gently. 

“There is really nothing to talk about, not about anything that I haven’t said before,” you said. 

“Are you just feeling closed in again?” she asked. 

“Again? I always feel closed in. I have no idea what we're even doing here. I feel silly because I always dreamed of a room like this, being surrounded by such elegance. Now, I just wish we had our shop and old living space. Yeah it was homely but at least it was purposeful,” you said. 

“Oh dear, It saddens me that you’re so focused on the negative. I know we had a comfortable life on Culinarian but now we have access to the finest of the galaxy. Lord Vader spared us, he spared you. He could have left you without me or just killed both of us. He didn’t and I don’t think it would be wise of you to be questioning why,” she said, standing up and giving you a kiss on top of your head. 

Shortly after your mother left, leaving you with a bowl of soup and bread. You weren’t feeling hungry these days, you missed your home planet. Your school and friends; there was a clothing shop right across from the bakery and would always trade goods with each other. It was the simple things like the feeling of excitement when your mom comes home with a basket of new clothes or shoes. The thrill of sneaking out with friends to go to different cantinas. Now all you did was accompany Lord Vader anywhere he chose to go which normally was starting to space. Sometimes you thought about just asking him what he was thinking about. Or why he was so sad and angry but never did. You’d seen him do horrible things, destroy part of the ship over the smallest of things. Kill entire villages simply for not having what he is looking for. He was a monster, ruthless and impatient; so much so that most of the time he didn’t realize what he did until after it was done. There was one incident in particular that made you question his morality. You were standing with him at the window panel. You had been there for 10 hours and stubbornly trying to stand there longer than he could; like some kind of endurance game. Once you were so overstimulated that you thought you might cry, you turned to walk away. That was when Vader reached and grabbed your wrist really tight, for a second you thought you were in trouble somehow. He simply told you to stay, not in an aggressive way but more of an invitation. He didn’t say anything for the rest of the time you were standing. Even though it was a small moment, it still made you think about what was behind the mask; a soft spot if you will. 

You set your dinner tray on the bedside table and make your way to the door. You had your nightgown on, it slightly stuck to your body as you walked. Pressing your ear against the door, you start listening to see if anyone is near. Once you were sure nobody was near, you let your finger rest on the button that opened the door. Your heart was beating so fast you were worried other people may hear it. The door slid open, leaving you blinded by the lights. It was so quiet, you were worried breathing too hard may get you caught. You walk around slowly, trying to find areas that are unfamiliar. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, your eyes just needed some new stimulation. The floors were cold against your feet, it was starting to make your teeth chatter. You passed the window panel that Vader normally stands but he wasn’t there. That relieved you, knowing there was no chance you could get caught by the lord himself. 

You turned a corner and immediately noticed the change in light. Instead of the bright white, the lights shined a deep red. Even though you had enough adrenaline in your body to kill a horse, you followed the lights. The walls were made of windows, so you could see space. Because of the lights reflecting off the glass, it made the stars appear red. It was nice to see something you always observed so different. You stayed there for a couple moments, admiring the lighting. You then walked into the room at the end of this hall. You physically cover your mouth with your hand when you lay eyes on him. He was in a bacta tank, completely submerged with serval tubes connected to him. There wasn’t a single part of his skin that wasn’t scared. It was shocking to see his amputations, you never realized. He was floating peacefully in the water, jerking or twitching every once in a while. Even though his eyes were closed, you could see how visible the bags under his eyes were. Perhaps this was the only place he felt true peace. You walked closer to the tank, standing so close that you could see your reflection. It wasn’t until then that you realized you were crying. His eyebrows were furrowed and his movements were becoming more frequent. This normally would have singled you to retreat back to your bed however, all you could think about was why they were keeping him alive. Who would put someone through such pain in order to maintain power? You now understand the power Lord Vader must possess. Such power that Palpatine was willing to go this far in order to keep Vader’s abilities and powers. You rested your hand and forehead on the class and closed your eyes. 

“For one day you will be engulfed in harmoniousness, the same way you are submerged in your torment,” you whispered into the glass. When you opened your eyes, Vader’s glowing eyes were cutting right through the glass. Your heart drops into your stomach and you run back to your chamber.

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I've been playing a lot of Warframe recently. Farming the recent operation, learning how to do Profit-Taker, companion reworks, plus getting new primes - there's still so much to do, and I still haven't even started Duviri. Updated some fashionframe as well.

Hildryn: acquired Hildryn Prime, and the signa makes for some good horns. The foxtail-like attachment plus some certain fiery syandana actually make for good long hair.

Nova: the operation signa fits so well for the look I want. I actually used Nova for the entire operation. Farmer in FGO, farmer here as well.

Titania: a certain fairy graduated, so I got a new skin. I forgot the Yareli noble animation actually has Merulina. Now they're complete.

#dragon musings #warframe

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Foxtail & Wolfsbane 34

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Possessiveness.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] [Warning: Mentions of Violence/Wounds Unrelated to Sex]

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Sirius dropped by to tell you your Order duties. “You’re to help Molly clean out the spare bedrooms on the seventh floor. No one’s cleaned them in years.”

You wrinkled your nose.

Seeing your less-than-enthused reaction, Sirius said, “C’mon. You pledged to be a member of the Order.”

“Then what about Rowan?” you asked.

From behind you, Rowan’s voice floated out. “Leave me out of this.”

Sirius grinned. “Well, I’ll leave him be, since he’s not a full member. But if Molly ends up roping him in anyways, I can’t save him.”

Rowan’s voice floated out again. “Much appreciated.” 

Sirius looked back at you. “Also, you’re to help with Operation Escape tonight.”

“Operation Escape? Sounds like a clandestine mission.”

“It is. A group of Order members are going to Harry’s house tonight to break him out.”

“Break him out? Why? Is he not safe there anymore?”

“Didn’t you hear? Dementors went after him.”

“Dementors! Is he all right?”

“Yeah. He was able to cast a Patronus Charm and save himself and his cousin.” For a moment, Sirius’ dark eyes glinted proudly. But the next moment, his eyes took on a darker gleam. “And I’m going to find the bastards behind the attack and make them pay for it.”

You lifted your eyebrow at Sirius. “Aren’t you supposed to be keeping your head down? Dumbledore said that you aren’t supposed - ”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Sirius sighed. “But I didn’t escape Azkaban just to shut myself away in this hellhole. Anyways, you’ll be on the mission tonight. So, be ready.”

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At ten o’clock that night, you made your way up to the rooftop of Grimmauld Place. Everyone had already gathered around a couple of thestrals and a handful of broomsticks and were pairing off. As you were new to the team, you stood there awkwardly. Everyone already seemed to have set partners: Mad-Eye and Mundungus, Bill and Fleur, Emmeline and Hestia…  

Just then, Remus appeared at your side. “Shall we take a thestral together? Since I can see them, I can promise you I won’t let you fall.” 

The half-moon light was shining down on Remus and the silver light accentuated his scars. You could clearly identify the newer scars on his jaw and cheek. I know they’re new, because years ago, I spent night after night tracing his scars lightly and curiously until, before I knew it, I’d committed them to memory. 

Things haven’t changed for Remus, have they? you thought. He still lets Sirius use him. I pleaded with him so many times to value himself more, and he still doesn’t.

You quickly shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of your memories. Only, it looked like you were shaking your head at Remus as you muttered, “No, thank you, I prefer a broom.” 

Keeping your head down, you walked past Remus. You were so intent on walking past him that you bumped right into Tonks. 

“Wotcher!” she cried out, as she grabbed you by the arm to stop herself from falling.

“Sor - ” you began to apologize, when Tonks asked you, “Oh, is something the matter between you and Remus?” 

You blinked. Before you could even say anything, Tonks said, “He’s only trying to watch out for you, you know. Since you just joined the Order and all that.”

“Oh…” 

Tonks looked over your shoulder at Remus. You saw an affectionate smile appear on her face as she murmured, “I guess he is a bit awkward at first, though, huh? He’s shy, is all.”

“Oh,” you said again.

Mistaking your expression as one of worry, Tonks remarked brightly, “Don’t be worried - that’s all I’m saying!”

Feeling that it was dishonest to let Tonks go with the impression that you didn’t know Remus at all, you pieced together your scrambled brains enough to admit, “He’s not a bad person. I know that.” Only, you spoke so quietly that Tonks didn’t hear what you said.

“Huh? I didn’t catch that.”

You cleared your throat. “He’s a good person. I would never say otherwise. It’s only that – Well, I’m not very close to him. That’s all.” 

“Well, he’s great. Just you wait until you get to know him better.” With a small wave, she walked away.

You watched as Tonks went ahead. Remus, seeing Tonks coming, beckoned to her. She lifted her arms and Remus helped her up onto a thestral. You turned away and silently picked up your broomstick. 

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Playfully, Tonks said to Remus, “I think you scared the newcomer.”

“Hm?” Remus replied, as he tested out the reins. 

“I think you scared her,” Tonks repeated, nodding over at you. “Don’t worry. I came to your defense.” She laughed lightly. “You can be so awkward, Remus. But I like that about you.” 

Remus watched as you mounted your broom. You tilted your head up to gaze at the night sky. 

For a moment, Remus recalled lying with you in your bed and telling you in soft whispers about all of the different constellations in the Ravenclaw dorm room ceiling… It felt like a different life entirely. 

So, Lovely doesn’t want to be around me anymore, Remus thought. It’s just as well. Why would she want me around her? We have little relation to each other now. 

Still, Remus was worried about you. The last time he had seen you at Hogwarts, you had been struggling with harboring a Nine-Tailed Fox within your soul. 

What happened in the kitchen the other night, when she was furious with Sirius and suddenly collapsed… It made me think that she’s still dealing with some kind-of illness, Remus mused. I want to help her, but she doesn’t seem to need my help anymore. She has Scamander. She clearly prefers Scamander. And that’s all as it should be. 

However, Remus wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but even as he watched you now, you seemed lonelier than ever. Two years ago, when you had met Remus at Hogwarts again, as professors, you had said to Remus that you had forgiven him and could be his friend again. 

Only now, after you’d abruptly departed Hogwarts without a good-bye or word of explanation, and come back, as a member of the Order, Remus thought that something about you had definitely shifted. Right now, sitting on your broomstick and quietly staring up at the distant stars, you seemed much colder in your demeanor than you’d ever been before. 

Even though Scamander is by her side, I have to wonder if Lovely’s all right, Remus thought. She just doesn’t seem like herself anymore. 

“Remus? Are you ready to take off?” Tonks asked, jolting him out of his thoughts. “I just saw the first set of fireworks go off.”

“Right. Thanks, Nymphadora.” 

“Sure thing. And hey - ” Tonks playfully flicked the back of Remus’ neck, making him shiver. “What did I say about calling me Nymphadora in front of other people, hm? You did that this morning, too, in the kitchen.”

“Ah, right,” Remus realized. “Sorry. I’ll be more careful.”

The second set of fireworks went off. 

“Hold on tight now, Nympha - Tonks,” Remus quickly corrected himself. 

“‘O’ for effort, ‘T’ for execution,” Tonks joked. She hugged Remus tightly as the thestral reared and took off into the sky, flapping its magnificent, leathery wings. 

You ended up partnering with Kingsley Shacklebolt. You tailed his broomstick up into the sky.

In your soul, the Nine-Tailed Fox mused lazily, Oh, flight… This is nice. It’s been a while since I’ve taken to the air. She sighed. You have such a limited life, you know. And you don’t even know how to converse with the stars. How odd your limitations are.

You didn’t reply to the Fox, but when she lapsed into soft humming, you were grateful for her company. However, as the night air whooshed past you, you became aware of a different coldness growing within you, and you knew that the snow was starting to fall once more within the depths of your soul…

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Only Tristan and Rowan occupied Grimmauld Place that night. Cas was sending orders to MCUSA, Magdalene was preparing a proposal for the International Department, Susana was secretly tailing the dementor with the Obscurial within it, Molly and Arthur had returned to the Burrow for the night, and everyone else was on the rescue mission. Your mother, while she still resided at Grimmauld Place, had resumed her day job (with the help of some Wizard-fabricated documents explaining her absence), so she had left at five in the morning and she still had not returned by ten at night. She was not yet aware that you were at Grimmauld Place. 

Tristan and Rowan were sitting in the kitchen, drinking whiskey. As Rowan had once declared, it was the only thing they shared the same taste in.

“So,” Tristan said, “what’s this I hear about you not being a proper member of the Order?”

Rowan shrugged. “It’s true. I’m not. There’s nothing to it.”

Tristan gave Rowan a doubtful look. “But why wouldn’t you be? You don’t believe in the cause?” 

“Of course I believe in the cause. Voldemort’s a nutjob, we all know that.”

“Then - why not join the Order for real?” 

Rowan sighed. “What the hell is this? An interrogation? Getting me drunk and then asking me everything you want to know?” 

“Not at all. I don’t need to interrogate you – or get you drunk, for that matter - to know what’s going on with you.”

Rowan snorted, unimpressed. “Trying to get me drunk wouldn’t help, anyways. I’m much better at holding my liquor than you are.”

Tristan coughed politely. “I think our night out in Paris proved otherwise.”

Rowan flushed. “That doesn’t count. I’d already drank several rounds with the French Vice President before you’d arrived.”

“I know,” Tristan replied smartly. “I had to pull you out of there before you botched up a year-long international diplomacy mission.”

“I was doing just fine on my own,” Rowan retorted stubbornly. “Besides, it wasn’t a real diplomacy mission. I only went as a stand-in, as a favor to Mag.”

“And I went after you and rescued you as a favor to Mag,” Tristan replied quickly.

Rowan shrugged. “I guess Mag was busy that night.”

“Anyhow,” Tristan pressed, as he was not easily distracted, “you didn’t answer my question: Why aren’t you a full member of the Order?”

Rowan ignored his question and merely said, “Always so damn talkative. Will you quit asking stupid questions and let me enjoy my drink in peace for once?”

Tristan pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. As he put his watch away, he stated, “Rowan, believe me when I say that I don’t at all enjoy wasting my precious time arguing with you. I am asking you these questions because I am trying to get you to open up your thick skull, for once.”

Rowan looked over at Tristan. “Then just say it straight. I hate when people talk in circles.” 

Tristan, who had been resting his feet on the chair besides his, kicked the chair back and sat up to face Rowan. “Fine. I’ll say it straight.” He leveled a steady look at Rowan. “You’re being a coward. You can’t even commit yourself to the things you believe in so long as you think your parents did it first. You don’t want to join the Order outright because your parents are close to Dumbledore and you don’t want to be seen as Dumbledore’s pawn - which is how you see your parents - and which, by the way, is a conclusion that I adamantly disagree with. You don’t want to become a full-fledged Magizoologist because you feel that you’ll never be as good as your father. You don’t want to join MCUSA, either, because you don’t think you’ll live up to your mother’s reputation. You won’t commit yourself to the woman you love because you think you can’t protect her from the craziness of the world you have to live in. I know what happened with Magdalene. That wasn’t your fault, Rowan. You did everything you could to keep that story out of the press -  ” 

Rowan suddenly interrupted, through gritted teeth, “What’s your point?” 

Instead of becoming defensive, Tristan’s eyes softened, as he looked at Rowan. Still, his voice held no mercy as he said truthfully, “If you keep holding back because you’re afraid of disappointing the world, you’re going to lose all the things that are important to you.” 

Rowan kept his eyes on his whiskey glass. However, his hold on the glass was so strong that his knuckles were white and the glass was in danger of shattering to pieces. Still, always the expert at faking composure, all Rowan said was, “Fine. I appreciate the warning. But my life is none of your business, Tristan. You just stick to your lane, all right? Besides, I don’t see you succeeding with the woman you love, either.”

Tristan lifted his eyebrow at Rowan. “So, you realize that I’m in love with Cas?”

Rowan scoffed. “Anyone with eyes can see that, Tristan. You’ve been in love with her since day one. It’s the only reason I haven’t cursed you off the face of the earth for sleeping with my woman.”

Tristan gave a quick shrug of his shoulder. “Cas doesn’t see it. She’s told me multiple times that I don’t love her.” 

“Then she’s a bloody fool,” Rowan said decidedly.

Tristan didn’t respond to this comment right away. It was only after he downed his glass of whiskey that he stated, “But I’d rather she didn’t believe me. There’s a better guarantee for a future for her when she’s far away from me. I appreciate that she knows that instinctively. Truth be told, I love that part of her more than I love any other part of her.” 

Rowan stared confusedly at Tristan. “Doesn’t that mean that she’ll always deny you?”

Tristan replied easily, “Yes, it certainly does.”

“And that doesn’t scare you or frustrate you?” Rowan wondered.

Tristan slowly shook his head. “No.” He smiled ruefully at his empty glass as he admitted, “It’s Cas, after all. There’s nothing that woman could do to change the fact that I love her to pieces.”

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Of course, the fact that it was only Tristan and Rowan at Grimmauld Place that night meant that Sirius was also absent. After pretending to go feed Buckbeak, Sirius escaped by climbing down the window of Grimmauld Place, (as he had done many times in his youth.) Sirius decided to go to Privet Drive.

Like Cas, Sirius excelled at Tracking Spells. It was how he had managed to find Peter Pettigrew right after he learned of Peter’s betrayal of Lily and James. 

Now, starting from Privet Drive, Sirius managed to track the past presence of the two dementors that had been sent after Harry… all the way back to the residence of a Death Eater named Antonin Dolohov. 

You bastard. You’ll pay for putting my godson’s life at risk, Sirius growled in his mind. Then, Sirius burst into Dolohov’s home, aggressively breaking all of the magical barriers that Dolohov had cast around his mansion.

Sirius successfully ambushed Dolohov and nearly managed to Stun him, when Dolohov, as a last resort, pressed the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark branded on his inner arm.

There was a rush of dark wind – suddenly, no less than four Death Eaters were standing in front of Sirius. They all raised their wands and shouted spells at Sirius.

“Protego Maximus!” Sirius’ shield was impressive, deflecting three of the curses aimed at him. However, the fourth curse managed to rip through the weakened shield and catch Sirius in his arm.

Sirius groaned as an extremely deep gash appeared in his arm. Blood quickly began to drip down his arm. 

“Got you now, you Mudblood-lover!” Dolohov crowed, lifting his wand to finish off Sirius. 

At that moment, a figure burst in through the door. It was Susana, who had been lying low and spying on Dolohov, for Dolohov was housing the dementor with the Obscurial in his basement. Susana knew that the true risk was not the four Death Eaters standing before them, but the Obscurial in the basement, who was slowly beginning to respond to the magical energy exploding from the fight and would, given only minutes, expand and burst in reaction.

“Who the hell are you?” Dolohov snarled.

Instead of answering, Susana brandished her wand in a complicated, but incredibly quick motion. “Volare ignis!” she shouted.

A black rope of fire appeared. The four Death Eaters gasped, for it was Dark Magic the likes of which they thought only Voldemort could produce. Susana controlled the rope so that it lassoed all four Death Eaters together.

The Death Eaters screamed:

“What in hell?”

“Ah, it burns!”

“I can’t cut through it!”

While the Death Eaters fought fruitlessly against the rope, Susana ran over to Sirius, grabbed him, and Disapparated.

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“Ahh!” Sirius groaned as Susana barely managed to get him inside of Grimmauld Place. He was in terrible pain.

“Easy there, Black,” Susana said, as she heaved him forward.

Gritting his teeth against the pain coursing up and down his bleeding arm, Sirius finally stumbled over the entranceway. Susana managed to hold him up, but they had to stop as Sirius clutched onto the wall of the hallway for support.

“Here!” Susana barked out loudly. “We need help here!” 

“Ugh!” Sirius groaned again.

At that moment, Grimmauld Place was full of people. The Order had just successfully brought Harry here and were celebrating his safe return.

Hearing Sirius’ scream, everyone fell silent, however. It was Remus who immediately recognized - “Sirius!”

Remus dashed off down the hallway, with Tonks and Harry hot on his heels.

When Sirius came into view, Harry gasped, “Sirius!”

Sirius lifted his head for a moment. “Harry,” he breathed out. Then, he collapsed.

Susana barely managed to catch him. 

“Sirius!” Harry yelled.

At that moment, you and Rowan appeared in the hallway. Coming forward, Rowan helped Susana lay Sirius down on the ground. Remus and Harry crouched over them to see Sirius, but they accidentally blocked out the light.

“Back away!” Rowan commanded. Turning to you, he said, “I need you to bring me two clean cloths, bandages, Dittany, a bowl of warm salt water, a Numbing Potion, and three herbs: calendula, menthe, and ocimum tenuiflorum. Can you do that for me?”

You raced off. Remus and Harry stayed with Sirius, but Tonks came with you. She was a great help, easily Summoning the Dittany, the Numbing Potion,  the cloth, and the bandages, as she knew where they were and you didn’t. 

You ran into the room where Molly had started to stockpile all sorts of healing potions and ingredients. You quickly rummaged through, thanking Severus in your head for all of the knowledge he’d unintentionally transmitted to you in those ten years where he had been your incredibly unwilling, yet generous, partner. 

Meanwhile, Tristan appeared in the hallway. His brow furrowed as he instantly recognized, “Susana, your disguise is wavering. You’ve used your magic, haven’t you?”

With downcast eyes, Susana reluctantly nodded.

Tristan held out his hand. “Come here. We’ve got to replenish your shields, then. I can feel the Dark Magic bleeding out of you.”

Susana stood up. She was careful to gently rest Sirius’ head on the ground before coming over to Tristan. “I’m sorry, Master,” she murmured.

“No. I’d be a fool not to recognize that it was an emergency,” Tristan said. “I’m simply concerned for you. Come with me now.”

Susana followed Tristan down the hallway. 

Just then, with a shout of “Here!”, you came skidding back into the hallway with a bowl of warm salt water and all of the ingredients that Rowan had asked for. Tonks returned only seconds after you, holding all of the other materials. 

Rowan rolled up his sleeves. His eyes burned intensely, displaying his incredible focus. His hands were amazingly steady as he expertly treated Sirius’ wound.

Remus wiped Sirius’ face with a cool cloth. Then, standing back so as not to get into Rowan’s way, Remus put his arm around Harry reassuringly as they waited for Sirius.

You helped Rowan as much as you could, mixing the herbs with the water as necessary and applying the Dittany yourself as Rowan held Sirius carefully in place. Tonks assisted, too, by having the cloth and bandages at the ready. 

Finally, Sirius’ arm had been purified, treated, and bandaged. Remus gently pulled Sirius’ uninjured arm over his shoulder and helped Sirius up to his bedroom. Harry followed. 

When Sirius noticed Harry walking along behind him, Sirius murmured, “What’re you doing, acting all careful around me? Come up here, squirt. I want to see your face. I want to see how badly the stupid Dursleys have starved you.”

“Sirius,” Remus chided, “don’t talk to Harry like that.”

But Harry grinned and came loping forward. “The Dursleys were terrible. Honestly, I was kind-of relieved when the dementors came and found me. I reckon they make for better company than Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley.”

Sirius grinned. “Atta boy, Harry. That’s the spirit. Way to be optimistic.” 

“Terrible. You’re both terrible,” Remus said, only he couldn’t help except to break into a soft laugh. 

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Back in the hallway, Tonks waved her wand to clean up the mess on the floor. Then, gathering up the Potions bottles in her arms, she went back to the storage room. 

Rowan let out a hard breath and slumped back against the wall. “I didn’t expect to have to do that tonight.”

“You were amazing,” you said, speaking quite honestly.  

Rowan shook his head. “I only did what had to be done. Anyone would have done the same.”

You admired Rowan for his reply, but you weren’t quite sure how to respond to it. Finally, you reached your hand down and offered, “Come on. I’m sure you’re tired. Let’s go up.”

Rowan took your hand and stood up. For a moment, the two of you stood in the hallway, very close together and holding hands. 

“Rowan?”

“Hm?”

“Did you drink whiskey?”

“Yeah.”

“You did?”

“Do you need proof?” Rowan lifted his eyebrow as he looked down at you.

“I’d like some, yeah,” you replied, rather cheekily. 

Rowan grinned, knowing what you wanted from him. He leaned down and kissed you.

You felt the warmth of his mouth on yours and the lingering burn of the whiskey he’d drunk. 

“Yeah, I can taste it,” you whispered. You pressed yourself to Rowan. As you slipped closer to him, your head fell back slightly so that you could kiss him deeply.

Rowan slid his hands into your hair and drew you tight to him. “Mm,” he breathed out. “Is this my reward for doing some good today?”

You laughed. “Yeah, you can think of it that way, I guess. You were really impressive. And you’d just had some whiskey, too, apparently. How were your hands so steady?” 

“My hands are more steady because of the whiskey.” He sighed. “It’s a bad aspect of me.”

“Well, as long as you don’t overdo it,” you returned. “And I’ll be there to snatch it away from you as needed. I don’t mind a spot of whiskey myself, you know.” 

Rowan smiled at you. He seemed quite tired, however, as he put his arm around your shoulders and started to lead you down the hallway.

You looked up curiously at him, wondering what was on his mind, but he didn’t say anything more as the two of you made your way back to the bedroom.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     * 

That night was a memorable night. The scent and burn of whiskey matched Rowan so well - his freckles, his ginger hair, his intense brown eyes, and the easy, yet rough way in which he touched and held you. Besides that, Rowan was tired. In some ways, making love with Rowan when he was tired was lazier and slower, and he certainly made you take the lead much more than usual. However, in other ways, his being tired simply meant that his restraints were loosened so that, even though Rowan was a bit sloppier in his movements, he was more fervent and passionate than ever.

In fact, the two of you had meant to go straight to sleep. Only, as you got into bed together, you’d rolled over to him and given him a good night kiss. You pressed your mouth to his warmly, and he lazily slung his arm around your waist and held you as he kissed you back. The kiss lasted longer than it was meant to, and you found yourself having to put your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Rowan’s other hand drifted loosely down your body, tracing your curves, until his hand came to rest on your thigh. He found himself softly squeezing your thigh in his large, warm hand – and then, before you knew it, you had shifted your legs open a bit…

“You’re not sleepy at all, are you?” Rowan murmured, with his mouth still pressed against yours.

“Well…” You tried to shrug it off.

But Rowan squeezed your thigh and whispered, “Don’t pretend. Kissing me so sweetly and opening your legs for me like this – and you want to pretend that you want to go straight to sleep? If you’re going to lie about wanting me, at least make it seem credible.”

“But you seem tired,” you said softly.

“I am,” Rowan agreed. “So, how about this? You get on top.” He added, with a soft smirk, “For once.”

Rowan gently pulled at your thigh, trying to pull your leg over him so that you’d sit on top of him. However, you resisted, grabbing onto him and burying your head against his shoulder.

“C’mon,” Rowan encouraged. “You can’t be a pillow princess all the fucking time. You’ve got to do your part once in a while, babe.”

“I do do my part,” you retorted. “I keep my legs open for you, don’t I?”

Rowan chuckled, highly amused with you. “And that’s all you ever plan to do for me, huh? Open your little legs, until you get all the pleasure you want from me. Once you’ve had your fill of me, you snap them shut, roll away from me, and snore all night long.”

“Excuse me, but you’re the one who insists on being dominant all the time,” you reminded him. “You’re the bully in bed. And I don’t snore.”

“Well, I was going to make an exception for today, but since you bring it up - ” Rowan playfully reached over and pulled you into a headlock, pushing your head down softly against his chest.

You yelped. “Rowan, what - ?”

Rowan nuzzled his jaw against the top of your head. He teased you, “I always wondered how you managed to catch the Nine-Tailed Fox. But now I get it – she caught you, what with you being such a lazy ass.”

“That’s not true,” you said, trying to squirm out of his headlock.

Well, it sort-of is, the Fox said slyly, and you felt a sparkle in your chest as she laughed at you.

Rowan grinned. “I can feel the Fox agreeing with me.”

Before you could reply, Rowan reached down and gave you a gentle slap on your ass.

“Ah!” you gasped in surprise.

“Up you get,” Rowan said shortly.

“Don’t be so pushy,” you retorted, scowling at him.

Rowan reached over and gave you a soft flick on your forehead. “Don’t be so lazy.”

With a sigh, you clambered onto him.

When Rowan saw your face, he burst out laughing. You looked so sullen.

“Don’t you dare fucking pout at me,” Rowan told you, even as he was still chuckling. “You won’t get anything from me that way, you sly little nymph.”

“Well, what should I do, Rowan? Huh?”

“Do what you said you’d do. Spread your legs.”

You uncertainly dragged your thighs apart.

Rowan put his warm, broad hands on your hips to support you. “And now lift your hips up for me.”

You got up a little.

Rowan continued, “All right. Now, reach down and guide me to you.”

You reached down and wrapped your hand around Rowan. Palming the tip of his cock, you guided him to you. Then, feeling his cock press lightly against your pussy hole, you immediately wanted to be filled with him. Not needing any encouragement, you eagerly began to sink down on his cock.

Rowan breathed out. “There you go. Knew you’d get there.”

“Mm,” you sighed, feeling his cock push you open once more.

“Good girl,” Rowan praised you, giving your hips a hard squeeze. “Now, deeper… Deeper…”

“Can’t, Rowan,” you told him, feeling yourself tense up around him.

“Well, not all at once. Don’t hurt yourself now,” Rowan murmured back. “Take it slow. Take as much time as you need. But I need to be deep inside you, love.”

“Deep…?” you mumbled back.

“That’s right. Deep, sweetheart.” Rowan slid his hand up the front of your hips to your lower stomach. He patted you lightly there, as he told you, “I want to feel myself inside of you, all the way to your pretty little tummy. All right?”

When you felt his hand on your stomach, you looked down – only to see Rowan looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. His cheeks were already slightly flushed, from both the whiskey and the burning off of the adrenaline after treating Sirius. And the way Rowan was looking at you – Well, he was letting his eyes drift up and down your body, taking in your silhouette, making out your curves, and clearly appreciating the way your thighs were all spread open for him and how your pussy was being spread out by him. There, in his eyes, you could see Rowan’s desires; he was waiting to see how deep you could take him. He wanted to see you lose your mind with ecstasy as you pleasured yourself on top of him.

You hesitated. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do that, but you were afraid you might look stupid before Rowan if you were to do that. You knew Rowan – if you did anything silly, he would never let you hear the end of it.

“Well, but – I feel exposed like this,” you murmured.

“What do you mean – exposed?”

“I mean, you’re looking at me, and you can – can see me and - ”

“Of course,” Rowan said calmly. “That’s why I have you like this, love. I want to see your sweet little pussy bouncing on my cock. I want to see how hard you have to work your thighs and tummy to get what you want from me. And I want to see how stupid-looking your cute face gets when you moan for me. I want to see my little whore in action – is that so bad?”

Your thighs twitched. Hearing Rowan talk like that never failed to make you feel a strange fluttering in your tummy, but you figured you had enough dignity to protest, “It is if you say it like that.”

Rowan reached up and soothingly rubbed your thighs with his hands. “C’mon, baby. You always get to see me act like a slut for me. Why can’t you do the same for me?”

“You are a slut for me…” you mumbled in acknowledgement, taking that line to protect your sense of pride. You put your hands on Rowan’s chest and pressed your palms against him, as you repeated, “Yeah, you’re a – a real slut for me, Rowan…” As you spoke, you finally relaxed enough to close your eyes and begin moving your hips. The tip of Rowan’s cock was nestled inside of you, but only just. You rocked back and forth slowly, slowly, slowly…

You felt Rowan tense underneath you. Your eyes were closed, so you didn’t notice how it was taking every bit of restraint Rowan had not to thrust into your warm, wet little pussy.

But Rowan held himself back, even if he was squeezing the sheets on either side of himself rather tightly, slowly but surely pulling the sheets out of their tucked ends.

“Mm, mm, mm,” you moaned out softly. Your mouth fell open a bit and you leaned forward further as you began to pant. You started to finally bounce your hips lightly.

Rowan let out a harsh sigh of relief. Yes, you were still taking just the tip, but at least you were giving him some movement.

“Mm, yeah,” you mumbled out, loving the soft pleasure building up between your legs.

“Feel good, love?” Rowan whispered.

“Yeah, so good.” Your little head went nodding off in reply to his question, nodding in time to way your hips were so sweetly jerking up and down in the air and on his cock.

“You’re getting into it, aren’t you?” Rowan asked you. He spoke softly to you, so as not to break the spell.

“Mhm, yeah,” you agreed, still nodding.

Rowan chuckled warmly. She’s so cute like this. How come she doesn’t show me this side of her more often?

But then, you made the mistake of turning your head. You did so naturally, just to moan a bit louder. However, you opened your eyes at the moment – and you happened to catch a glimpse of yourself in the window. The curtain had been drawn back and it was a dark enough night that you could clearly see yourself as a reflection.

Suddenly, you could see yourself. It was strange, seeing yourself sitting on and shivering all over Rowan. You could see how bright pink your thighs were and how wet you were getting, with your inner thighs glistening slightly when you moved your hips.

Rowan looked over to the side, too, following your gaze. He recognized that you had caught your own image and he saw the doubt creep back onto your face. “Don’t look at your reflection, then, silly.” He reached up and gently brushed back your hair for you – and then proceeded to fist it tightly and yank you forward, making you fall on top of him. Your hands came out and landed on his chest, as you tried to keep yourself up, with your hips hovering above his, and all the meanwhile, his cock was still inside your pussy.

Rowan kissed you – it was hard, ragged kiss that took your breath away. He even bit down on your lower lip and tugged at it with his teeth before he finally dropped back onto his pillow.

You exhaled loudly. “Ah… Rowan…”

“What are you actually all shy for? Huh? It’s too late for that. I already know all about you,” Rowan murmured, and he gave your ponytail another impatient tug. “Forget about what we look like. I’ve seen you with fucking fox ears on your head, remember? I don’t care. I never have. Because I just – All I want is to feel you, sweetheart. That’s what matters.”

With his other hand, Rowan reached down and grasped your hip firmly. You felt Rowan’s hands start to guide you, though he never pushed you onto him; he only tugged slightly to help you gain a sense of movement.

Finally, you slowly and gently started to move your hips again, taking his cock a little deeper inside your warm little pussy.

“That’s it,” Rowan encouraged you. “I prefer you like this – as yourself, with no inhibitions.”

“But I feel - ”

“- Vulnerable, I know,” Rowan finished for you. “But that’s all right. ‘Cause I’ve got you, sweetheart. That’s what I’m here for. To protect you. How many times do I have to tell you? You’re safe with me. I’m gonna keep you safe, for as long as I can.”  

“Rowan,” you murmured, touched by his words. But it was all getting a bit confusing, because even as you were having this heartfelt moment, there was  a rather distracting warmth starting to take over in your pussy. Your hips went up and down and your thighs were straining slightly as you began to move more and more – until you were bouncing on his cock.

Throughout this, Rowan held onto your hair tightly, keeping you down with him so he could kiss you even as you were starting to properly take his cock inside of yourself like a good girl. After a few minutes, your shoulders were burning with the effort of holding yourself up and you were huffing out hard breaths as you were finally taking as much of Rowan as you could inside of yourself.

“Mm,” Rowan growled, and his hips twitched under you. His cock was thick and throbbing and filled you up so, so well. You felt that you were getting drunk with Rowan, getting lost in the heat of him. That heat between your legs was because of him, that heat under your palms was because of his chest and his quickly beating heart, and that heat in your chest was from him, as he drove the breaths out of you, even without moving, because his cock was so unforgivingly thick and you were moving your hips quickly now – greedily, even – and you were working your entire body hard to have him, and you were already all out of breath – “Hah!”

You suddenly felt a hot flash between your legs. For a moment, it felt like a bright golden string was humming out a soft, yet overwhelming tune in your mind. For those few seconds, all you could think about was that overarching note – and then, with your legs and arms trembling all over, your thighs caved in and you fell back onto Rowan.

Rowan felt you cum all over his cock, and he was prepared to catch you as you collapsed on top of him. Just as he had promised, you found yourself warm and safe with him, held tightly in his arms, as you slowly came down from your climax.

“Getting all wet, my little fox girl,” Rowan groaned. For your thighs were still trembling and your pussy still squeezing, squeezing, squeezing -

“Fuck,” Rowan growled. His voice was raspy with tiredness, but you heard the way his growl pushed through that and rumbled up through his chest until it reached your ear. “Your pussy’s still so tight,” he moaned. “Gripping me like that, you’re just asking for my cum, aren’t you?” His hand snuck up to your neck. His fingers extended to wrap around your throat and he gently squeezed…

“Ah…” you breathed out. 

“You’re such a little slut,” Rowan groaned. “Mmm, I love it. I love when you’re with me like this.” He thrust sloppily into you just then.

You moaned loudly. “Uhnnn!” 

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Feels good to get lost with me like this, right?” Rowan asked you, as he bit softly all down your ear. His hand slid off of your neck and down to your breasts, where he massaged your breasts roughly with his hands.

“Ah, yeah,” you panted out. 

“Yeah, it does?”

“M-Mhm. Feels s-so good and so d-deep, a-ah, ah, ah, Rowan!” 

“I want to be even deeper inside you,” Rowan growled at you, as he squeezed your breasts again.

“G-God, yes,” you begged. “Want to - Want to feel you, Rowan! Mm, yes, please!”

“Yes, baby. All right, c’mon, move for me. I’ll move for you. I’ll take you the way you need to be taken, hard and rough – treat you like a fucking slut tonight,” Rowan breathed harshly at you. While he spoke, Rowan pushed you over onto your side. Rowan followed you so that he, too, was on his side, just lying behind you.

Rowan reached down and lifted your leg while he shifted down slightly. Then, with an aggressive thrust of his hips, he was able to push into you quite deep.

A soft, pink light flooded your vision. Your tummy clenched. Your mind breathed out in a warm, wanting thought, Ohhh…

“Mmm,” Rowan moaned throatily, as he pushed his cock yet again into your wet, waiting pussy.

“Nngh!” You shut your eyes tightly as you felt yourself receiving Rowan’s hard, deep thrusts.

So rough… A part of your mind whispered. And the other part of your mind was quick to whisper back, So good! Mm!

After only a few thrusts, you lifted a trembling hand and reached behind you. Quick to notice whenever you needed him, Rowan grabbed your hand and clenched it tightly in his. 

At the same time, Rowan buried his face against your neck and kissed your neck all over before sucking hard at your neck. You heard his muffled groan and you felt his deep tones reverberate down into your own chest…

“Ah…! Hah! Ah! Ah!” You gasped loudly as you felt your entire body singing and tingling along with his. With Rowan thrusting into you so hard, you breathed when he breathed, and whenever Rowan growled, you could feel the deep rumble go through his chest and ring all down your own body, because you were pressed so tightly to him and because he wasn’t letting you part from him, not one bit. It made you feel so safe, to be taken and all wrapped up in one person like this. There was just so much of Rowan, claiming every bit of you, and you loved it.   

Yes, the Fox whispered. Let him have you, little one. He’ll fix that hole in your chest.  

However, you were slightly confused. I thought I wanted freedom more than anything else. What does it mean, though, if I’ve found someone I can be vulnerable with? What if I love that someone keeps me safe? You wondered blearily, as Rowan’s thick, hard cock kept driving into your wet cunt, What does that all… mean…? And it’s all with Rowan, all with him… Is that love…? Or is that something else?

It can be, the Fox told you. It can be love.

Can be…?

Rowan’s hand slipped down your arm and he slid his arm across you, pressing his arm against your soft breasts, as he held you. “Down,” he whispered into your ear, while he squeezed your thigh in his other hand. “Move your hips down.”

“Ah…” You let out a pleased, though exhausted moan, as you shifted down a little and jutted your hips out. You bent your leg slightly and drew it up higher, too, opening yourself up fully for Rowan. 

“Yes, just like that,” Rowan whispered. “Fuck, look at that wet little pussy. All wet and asking for cock. I’ll give it to you, love.” He took a deep breath - and then he pushed into you again. 

“Uhn!” You moaned wantingly. Your head fell back against Rowan’s shoulder. You felt your hips shift back and forth, dragging along the sheets, as Rowan fucked you hard.

“Mm,” Rowan growled back. “Such a good girl. Yes, baby… Uhn… You f-feel so g-good…” 

You loved hearing Rowan moan right into your ear. Even when he started to pound into you and you started to pant, with your chest rising and falling repeatedly, you tried to keep lying back on him, so you could hear his husky voice in your ear.

For his part, Rowan enjoyed being able to glance down and see your open, panting mouth crying out for him, as well as the flush of your cheeks getting steadily brighter. At one point, you cried out loudly and for a moment, your entire body tensed and you naturally lifted your leg higher for a second. In that moment, Rowan’s gaze swept down the line of your body and he saw the way your curve was suddenly accentuated and how your thighs trembled as you fought to keep your legs steady enough to keep taking his cock. Seeing such a lovely sight, what else could Rowan do except give you appreciative, rough bites on your shoulder – just hard enough to make you cry out even more?

Huffing out tight little breaths, you reached over and crossed your arms on top of his and you clutched onto his arms. You were trying hard to hold onto a sense of reality, while Rowan kept pushing into your tight cunt with his stiff, throbbing cock, over and over again, plugging you up all the way up to your tummy, pushing the breath out of you, and making you go all flushed and feverish as he took you both to that place of intense, heart-wrenching ecstasy. 

“G-God, that’s d-deep, Rowan – uhn!” you cried out loudly, as the pleasure once more became entirely overwhelming.

And there was Rowan again, making you blush all over and pant even harder, with the way he whispered directly into your ear, “About to cum again? You’re such a fucking slut, baby. Your pussy just adores cock. You try to deny it, but I can feel it. I can feel you.”

You shut your eyes tightly and tried to hold back your moans. You didn’t want to sound any more desperate than you already did. But it was damn near impossible, what with the rough pounding Rowan was giving you. You bit down hard on your lower lip.

But Rowan could tell anyways. “Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured knowingly.

You shook your head furiously, but you kept your lips pressed together tightly, not daring to make a sound.

“What are you holding back your moans for?” Rowan teased you. “Open your mouth, sweetheart. Open your fucking mouth.” He reached up and slipped his index finger between your lips, breaking apart the tight bite you had inflicted on yourself.

At once, a series of desperate, incomprehensible moans left your mouth. “U-Uhn – nngh – Mmmm, mmm!”

Rowan laughed meanly. “Ah, no wonder you held back. Now I see – you do sound like a slut.”

You clamped your mouth shut at once. But it was too late, now. Your shield had been broken. Muffled moans escaped you anyways, “Mm – ah – mm – mmmm!”

“What did I say about holding back?” Rowan muttered warningly into your ear. “It’s useless, anyways. I know how to make you let go, love.” He reached down and rubbed your clit in hard, tight circles as he kept pushing his cock inside of your wet little hole.

“Ah – a-ah – Ah!” you gasped. “Ahh!”

“That’s right. Now, cum for me,” Rowan growled, and he thrust hard.

“O-Oh!” Your mind blanked out for the second time that night.

“Cum,” Rowan repeated, snarling into your ear. “Make me feel how hard you can cum. Want to feel you all down my cock, little nymph.” He thrust his cock once more into your tight little hole.

“Hah…! Ah! A-Ah!” You arched your back dramatically and you moaned loudly, no longer caring if anyone heard you. You simply couldn’t think. How could you, when you were being ravaged like this – so mercilessly and yet so adoringly? Your pussy clamped down on Rowan’s cock again, and you came.

Rowan exhaled heavily, feeling your pussy spasm all over his cock. Loving the way you felt when you came, Rowan wouldn’t move, not one bit, so you had to cum, yet again, around his cock. It was a difficult feeling to describe – having to come so hard when you were still all filled up, right up to your tummy, with Rowan’s stiff cock. Not being able to cum freely, you actually ended up cumming harder, out of pure desperation. It took everything you had to cum, and yet, you couldn’t not cum. This was how Rowan dominated you. Because here you were, having to keep your legs wide open and having to cum heavily when your pussy couldn’t tighten as much as it wanted to.

You ended up with your pussy throbbing hotly as you came long and hard for Rowan. Rowan moaned, feeling the way your pussy kept fluttering and grasping all over his cock. It was absolutely heavenly for him, too. Yours was the tightest little pussy he’d ever been in and he savored how hard you could squeeze him. Not to mention, when you trembled so beautifully in his arms, it made Rowan feel very protective of you – and right now, you were his to have and his to hold. As much as he felt protective of you, he could reach out and hug you to him – and that was important to him.

Slowly, your cum began to trickle down your thighs and down Rowan’s cock. Rowan kissed your neck softly in thanks. He loved to feel your cum drench his cock, because it meant that he had been able to please you, his woman, and he loved feeling that sense of giving to you.

You finally toppled over, sliding off Rowan until your face hit the soft pillow next to his pillow, as you ended up lying face-down besides Rowan.

“Hah…” you breathed out pitifully. Your tummy and thighs were quivering as you slowly came down from your orgasm.

“Well,” Rowan teased you, poking you in the side, “all those moans you were trying to hold back came bursting out of you anyways, you little slut. You were so loud.”

You shook your head, with your face buried in your pillow still.

“You were,” Rowan insisted.

Annoyed, you breathed out, “Ugh, I don’t know. I was too busy…”

“Mhm, too busy cumming, weren’t you?” Rowan said, amused. As he spoke, he sat up. He placed his knees on either side of your hips so that he was hovering over you, while you were lying face-down on the bed.

Rowan ran his hands up your back. A moment later, you felt him grip your shoulders hard and you felt his strong thighs sandwich your legs. He told you in a deep, raspy voice, “We’re not done. I have to have you again.”

Oh, God, you moaned in your head, for you knew you were in for an even rougher pounding. You shivered all over with excitement, knowing that your pussy was now covered with your own cum, all wet and ready for a pounding, and also knowing that no matter how wet you got, Rowan would make you feel that intense, burning heat between your legs and all the way down into your tummy…

You reached out and grabbed the ends of the pillow in anticipation.

Rowan spread open your pert little cheeks and slowly began to push back inside of you.

You bit onto the edge of the pillow and moaned, with your eyes rolling back for a moment as you reveled over how good it felt to have Rowan inside of you like this…

“Look at that. Look at you,” Rowan whispered huskily, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock at once. “All wet and tight… Your pussy’s all ready for a proper pounding, isn’t it, sweetheart? That was all just a warm-up and now your slutty little pussy’s saying, please, please, please, right?”

You found yourself nodding in reply and stuttering out, “Y-Yeah…” 

“Yeah? Well, I’ll give you one.” Rowan murmured to you. “Hold onto that pillow tighter.”

You squeezed the ends of the pillows even harder.

“Yes, like that. Good girl.” Rowan groaned as he began to push you into a little harder and faster.

“Ah…” you gasped softly.

Rowan breathed out, “Yeah… Good – Good girl, uhn…” He started to move his hips in earnest.

“Mmmm!” you moaned long and loud. Your pussy felt so very sensitive, with how long and hard you’d been fucked already tonight, and feeling his cock delve back inside of your wet, pulsing folds made your head spin wonderfully fast.

“Shush,” Rowan reminded you. “What’s the matter with you? Being so loud tonight…”

Knowing that Rowan was teasing you, you mumbled out, “S-Sod off. It’s a-all your f-fault.”

Smirking, Rowan continued playfully, “You were the one who couldn’t sleep, baby. Anyways, you want to wake everyone up? You want everyone to know what a slut you are for me?”

Rowan leaned forward slightly to fuck you harder and his voice suddenly dropped into a much more deeper tone, as he confessed, “Though, I have to admit that I like that thought. I like the thought of everyone knowing that you’re being fucked hard by me and how you can’t help cumming for me over and over and over again…” 

Rowan’s nails dug into your shoulders as he groaned, “Oh, fuck, I’d love for people to see, mmm…” He suddenly yanked you to him, forcing you up onto your knees, even though your face was still buried in your pillow – and then he thrust hard, squeezing his entire length into your tight, gripping pussy.

“Rowan,” you gasped out. “R-Rowan! Ah!”

“Take it,” he whispered, leaning down until his hands slipped off of your shoulders onto the pillow underneath you. “Take what’s yours, sweetheart – all of it - and I’ll take what’s mine.”

While keeping his cock entirely sheathed inside of you, Rowan rolled his hips fervently against you. “My pussy,” he moaned wantingly. “Mine, mine, mine.” He heaved out a hard breath and promised you fervently, “Gonna make you cum, sweetheart.” 

You bleated out a pitiful little “you already h-have - uhn!” and you gripped the pillow as hard as you could – until your legs gave out and you collapsed entirely onto the bed, sinking into the mattress. 

Rowan laughed meanly. “Are you tired?” he teased you, as he waited for you to get your breath back at least a little before he continued. “Is it hard for my little slut to get what she wants, hm? Can’t take a little pounding, but she wants to cum, am I right?” 

Rather nonsensically, you reached down and ran your hands all over your thighs and tummy, trying very hard to calm yourself. It was as if you had to remind yourself that your body was yours, because it was buzzing all over and so very feverish from taking Rowan that you almost felt like your body wasn’t yours anymore.”

“You poor little thing,” Rowan whispered, but his voice slipped into being gentle. “All flushed and feverish… Can’t even take what’s hers.” He reached down, slipping his hand between your cheek and the pillow. He grasped your face rather roughly as he made you turn your head to look back at him, but then he gave you a soft, lingering kiss – and you swore that he gave you your breath back. With his lips grazing yours softly, Rowan whispered in a fervent voice, “Did you hear me? I said I’m yours, sweetheart.”

You let out a sigh of wonderful relief and then – you gently pushed your quivering hips back at Rowan, wanting to continue this strange, heated night with him. 

Mine. Rowan said he’s mine. Why does that make me so happy?

Inside of your soul, the Fox hummed an ancient song, a golden song, to help bind the two of you together.

Rowan smiled fondly at you. “You still want more, sweetheart? I know that Fox inside of you does. I can feel her energy through you.”

You nodded, panting hard and giving a half-dazed gaze that Rowan found to be unexpectedly alluring on you.

“All right, baby. You lie down,” Rowan said, while caressing your cheek. “You did so well tonight already. Watching you bounce on my cock like that… Mm, you were so pretty love. Now, let me do my part. You just lie there and keep those thighs of yours spread open, all right? You said you were good at that, mind.”

You nodded dutifully and spread your legs further apart, hoping that Rowan would live up to his promise and give you a good, hard, and rough fucking. And he did.

Rowan grabbed your hips and then thrust into your pussy over and over again, until you were a blubbering, weeping mess. Rowan ended up leaving handprints on your hips from gripping you so hard and keeping you in place as he gave you an absolutely brutal pounding. He honestly made you see stars float by. You lost all sense of being anchored to reality, and the only thing you were anchored to was Rowan – and that soft, little pillow he’d told you to clutch onto. And you did, you did clutch onto it with all of your might, as Rowan lived up to his promise (as he always did) and gave you the intense heat and pleasure you were seeking.

Finally, when Rowan had cum in you – with a deep, heavy growl and a hard thrust that made you positively yelp - and filled your pussy up with a soft, hot, white cream, you managed to pull Rowan back down onto the bed with you, and you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him as hard as you could as you panted and cried your little heart out for want of help in taking all the heat and pleasure he was giving you.

“Ah!” you gasped desperately, right into his ear. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Rowan moaned as he kept himself deep inside of you and painted your warm, velvety pussy walls with cum. He absolutely made you his woman that night, and he loved how you clutched onto him and begged for him with your moans as he did so.

For his part, Rowan was incredibly patient with you, soothing you by running his large, warm hands all down your back and through your hair to bring you back down to earth with him. When he began to shift away from you, you hurriedly locked your legs around his hips, and so, he stayed with you.

Once you seemed more yourself, though, Rowan couldn’t help but tease you a bit at how flushed and dazed you looked. He chuckled as he tugged sharply at your hair and whispered to you, in a mean, raspy voice, “God, you look so stupid. What’re you looking so lost for, huh? Silly. You’re right where you need to be. In bed with me.” But the next moment, he broke and laughed warmly as he rolled over, only to pull you into his arms and drape the blankets over you, to keep you warm.

Just before you fell asleep, Rowan whispered victoriously in your ear, “By the way, you do snore.”

You took a minute to try to scowl, but you felt so tired that you ultimately gave up and, much to Rowan’s delight, you settled for sleeping happily in Rowan’s warm arms.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Years later, you would remember a little piece of that night. You would recall how, over an hour later, you were blearily blinking your eyes, as both of you lay on the bed together, totally exhausted, and you found yourself staring at your own hands, curled up inside of Rowan’s much bigger hands. He was holding your hands so tightly in his. It made you pause and think… and it made you feel closer to him… and it made you recognize his powerful warmth and loyalty to you… You turned your head, then, and kissed the inside crook of his elbow, before you snuggled up to his side and fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder. The scent of whiskey was all but gone now, but a little bit of that cinnamon burn, that wasn’t the whiskey at all, actually, but was Rowan and his sunfire spirit, stayed with you, and kept the mythical frost of the Nine-Tailed Fox in your soul at bay.

Within your soul, the Fox felt a bit of melancholy hope – because it seemed that there was now a possibility that Rowan might save you and in doing so, the Fox would lose her long, enchanted life. The Fox softly wrapped herself in her tails and closed her silver, sharp eyes, wondering how many more nights of sleep she had left before she passed from this world to the next.

But it’s not certain yet, the Fox realized, as she felt a cold breeze still slipping through the cracks of the barely mended hollow in your heart. No, not just yet.

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My fav albums of 2022!

I’m trying to at least squeeze in this post in January 2023, hehe :p 

I’ll go from last to first. Let’s go!

10: Dawn FM - The Weeknd

I’ll be honest, i’m not in love with the entirety of this record. I think it has some of the best pop songs that’ve dropped recently (back to back even!), but after track 7 it’s not quite the same (am i alone in this?? let me know!!). It’s a shame too, because at 16 tracks total, the “great” part ends up being less than half of the album. Sooo why is it on my top 10 at all? Well, because i did still play it and replay it tons of times. Those first songs on it... man. Immaculate vibes. Though after Out of Time ends i almost always turn it off 😅

Side tangent regarding Out of Time, btw: I’ve always liked OPN, and getting the chance to listen to his production on big artists like this is kind of a treat. When i heard OoT though i was like “Damn! They arranged this?! This is really precise and detailed and far beyond the scope of what i thought they were capable of...” So then when i learned that the backing track was actually sampled from Tomoko Aran’s 1983 song Midnight Pretenders i was really disappointed (i’d even listened to that album AND song before, i just didn’t remember it). We’ll leave the discussion of how i feel about covers/sampling in general for another day though!

Fav song on it: Gasoline

09: The Ruby Cord - Richard Dawson

I’m telling you man, that Hermit song? Those 41 minutes go by reeeal quick. Don’t be scared of pure beauty! On top of it there are also some other banging tracks as well. The Fool’s soundscape is another highlight for me, for example.

Fav song on it: The Hermit

08: Fawn - Foxtails

I like heavy shit, although i’m not usually into screamo stuff... but i’m kinda slowly changing that. This record was great for me in that regard cuz it’s not all entirely sung in that style. Great entry point if you wanna get attuned with that general sound, probably. I didn’t know this band prior to hearing this, and now i can say i’m a fan! These tunes rule. They sound younger than me though, and i’m still trying to cope with that LOL

Fav song on it: Space orphan

07: Tropical Dancer - Charlotte Adigéry & Bolis Pupul

Brilliant dance/club/techno/house from these two. I would say “biting social commentary” if 1) it wasn’t the most clichéd phrase ever and 2) if it wasn’t at least the baseline """wokeness""" society should just operate at nowadays, honestly. It’s also charming and funny. And danceable AF. Great great great record; not many like it.

Fav song on it: Reappropiate

06: Super Champon - Otoboke Beaver

Punk! Heavy! Fast! Fun!

Fav song on it: First-class side-guy

05: Ants From Up There - Black Country, New Road

Lmao, speaking of musicians that’re younger than me. This album’s a certified instant classic, and you probably know that already. You don’t need to hear it from me again. You can listen to it again, though!

Fav song on it: Haldern

04: Renaissance - Beyoncé

Not much i can add to the discussion of this album, or Beyoncé in general... Well, actually, one thing that comes to mind is how this record comes off as extremely pro-capitalist and individualistic on her part. Idk i admit i don’t usually listen to her, so idk if that’s her usual spiel. It makes sense tho, with her being a gajillionare and having a completely different lifestyle than any of the people who listen to her. This album’s whole aesthetic is money. Even in the sound! It sounds like it was very expensive to make and like every single little beep and/or boop on it was analyzed and tested by a large team of specialists in order to fit perfectly in a song. I will say, though, it sounds fucking amazing. Really pristine production. Bop after bop. I’ve danced to this album a lot.

Fav song on it: Virgo’s Groove

03: Pigments - Dawn Richard & Spencer Zahn

I loooove the concept of this album. It reminds me of 2021′s Promises by Floating Points, Pharoah Sanders & The London Symphony Orchestra in how a musical motif is introduced at the start and how it gets developed across the whole runtime of the record. I don’t wanna compare these two albums though; they’re very different. This one’s also really groovy at times! Love the composing, arranging, instrumentation, singing and everything else in this. And also, little details like the naming of the songs after... well, pigments, and having those pigments in order of appearance on the cover go a long way to making an album feel like a holistic, thought out experience for me. Love it!

Fav song on it: Crimson

02: Hellfire - Black Midi

Insane. Go listen to it if you haven’t already listened to it like 500 times like me. Or! Better yet, if you’ve heard it 500 times go and listen to it again. Insane! These kids really are pushing the whole jazz rock/prog rock/alt&art rock in general scene forward. I also love how each story (i.e. song) on this feels like a very different but still very tangible depiction of a hellish experience.

Fav song on it: Dangerous Liaisons

01: Motomami - Rosalía

Motomami’s an excellent record. That’s just how it is. It’s also special to me specifically because it dropped right around the time when i moved away from home, and i had it constantly on repeat on my new place. However, the real reason it’s on my #1 spot is because it kinda changed things, culturally speaking. It was a force of nature to be reckoned with, upon release. You see, i live in a natively Spanish speaking region, and over here this album was some sort of a cultural reset. I think that’s bigger than me or anyone else’s preferences, and it’s more than enough to warrant the top spot. I also just happen to love it!

Fav song on it: Diablo

Anyway. Have some honorable mentions as well, in no particular order:

Until next year!

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Get Equipped: Pesticides, Herbicides & Fertilizers

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From the February 2024 Issue

This collection of pesticides, herbicides, and fertilizers will help keep your clients’ lawns green, healthy, and pest and weed free.

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Envu Acclaim® Accelerate

Envu is launching a new line of herbicides, primarily for cool-season turf. Starting this Spring, lawn care operators will have even more options and expert solutions to improve their treatment programs. Acclaim® Accelerate will provide enhanced crabgrass and summer broadleaf weed control. It will also be labeled for foxtail, torpedograss, clovers, English daisy, black medic, wild violet, and more.

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NuFarm’s Allstar™ Herbicide

Exclusively from Nufarm and launching this year, Allstar™ is a unique four-way broad-spectrum selective herbicide. Allstar single-handedly controls grassy weeds, nutsedge, and tough broadleaf weeds like spurge, clover, dollarweed, ground ivy, oxalis, wild violet, and Virginia buttonweed. Allstar is a fast-acting herbicide for use on selected cool-season and warm-season turfgrasses..tdi_16,.tdi_16 .tdc-columns{min-height:0}.tdi_16,.tdi_16 .tdc-columns{display:block}.tdi_16 .tdc-columns{width:100%}.tdi_18{vertical-align:baseline}.tdi_18>.wpb_wrapper,.tdi_18>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{display:block}.tdi_18>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{width:100%}.tdi_18>.wpb_wrapper>.vc_row_inner{width:auto}.tdi_18>.wpb_wrapper{width:auto;height:auto}

Hydr8 Liquicure™ From Greene County Fertilizer

Hydr8 Liquicure™ Soil Surfactant/Wetting Agent liquid concentrated formula is a soil applied block polymer surfactant. It improves the infiltration and penetration of applied irrigation water in ornamental plants and managed turf. It is formulated to minimize repellency of hydrophobic soils, enhance adhesive tension and relieve cohesive tension in water. Applications can be made via commercial tank sprayers, ride-on spreader/sprayers, hose end and pump sprayers, and most irrigation systems. Hydr8 Liquicure is safe for use on all turf types, ornamentals, and bedding plants..tdi_20,.tdi_20 .tdc-columns{min-height:0}.tdi_20,.tdi_20 .tdc-columns{display:block}.tdi_20 .tdc-columns{width:100%}.tdi_22{vertical-align:baseline}.tdi_22>.wpb_wrapper,.tdi_22>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{display:block}.tdi_22>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{width:100%}.tdi_22>.wpb_wrapper>.vc_row_inner{width:auto}.tdi_22>.wpb_wrapper{width:auto;height:auto}

LESCO® Low Odor Broadleaf Herbicide From Site-One®

SiteOne® recently debuted LESCO® Three-Way LO, a selective herbicide that targets broadleaf weeds. Three-Way LO contains three active ingredients, 2 4-D, MCPA, and Dicamba, for post-emergent control of a wide variety of stubborn broadleaf weeds like clover, dandelion, henbit, and plantains. Its low odor formula and flexible application rates make it easy to combine with liquid fertilizers or liquid iron materials. In university trials, Three-Way LO proved to be effective and safe for warm and cool season grasses, making it ideal for both residential and commercial turf, golf courses, sports fields and sod farms. Three-Way LO is available in several different sized containers..tdi_24,.tdi_24 .tdc-columns{min-height:0}.tdi_24,.tdi_24 .tdc-columns{display:block}.tdi_24 .tdc-columns{width:100%}.tdi_26{vertical-align:baseline}.tdi_26>.wpb_wrapper,.tdi_26>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{display:block}.tdi_26>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{width:100%}.tdi_26>.wpb_wrapper>.vc_row_inner{width:auto}.tdi_26>.wpb_wrapper{width:auto;height:auto}

Lebanon Turf’s ProScape

ProScape fertilizers and fertilizer-combination weed and insect control products offer a wide selection of solutions. The ProScape brand of products includes exclusive technologies: Meth-Ex, a high efficiency methylene urea; MESA, a specially formulated nitrogen known for delivering brilliant color response; and MESA-XP, the cutting-edge nitrogen source that optimizes turf performance while minimizing environmental impact. Homogeneous granules from MESA-XP provide a unique combination of nitrogen in two distinct forms, delivered through three separate mechanisms, and include a controlled-release potassium source. By incorporating potassium sulfate into the granule, MESA-XP ensures superior nutrient distribution, improved plant uptake, and significantly reduced leaching loss..tdi_28,.tdi_28 .tdc-columns{min-height:0}.tdi_28,.tdi_28 .tdc-columns{display:block}.tdi_28 .tdc-columns{width:100%}.tdi_30{vertical-align:baseline}.tdi_30>.wpb_wrapper,.tdi_30>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{display:block}.tdi_30>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{width:100%}.tdi_30>.wpb_wrapper>.vc_row_inner{width:auto}.tdi_30>.wpb_wrapper{width:auto;height:auto}

Arkon™ Herbicide Liquid From PBI-Gordon

Arkon™ Herbicide Liquid utilizes the proprietary active ingredient Pyrimisulfan to provide post-emergent control of sedges, kyllinga, dollar weed, chickweed, henbit, and many other labeled broadleaf weeds. Additionally, research has shown the liquid herbicide reduces the number and viability of nutsedge tubers. Part of PBI-Gordon’s “Powered by Vexis” family of herbicide products, Arkon is a low-rate, non-phenoxy product. It is labeled for use on established cool- and warm-season turfgrass species across a wide variety of use sites: residential and commercial lawns, golf course greens, fairways and roughs, sports facilities, and sod farms.

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Syngenta Compendium

Compendium™ fungicide® by Syngenta combines the strength of two leading active ingredients to control every major lawn disease. It’s designed to fit the agronomic and economic needs of lawn care companie. With Compendium, users can simplify disease control, preserve work, and enhance profitability potential—all with the convenience of a single product. Compendium controls key turfgrass diseases, including brown patch, dollar spot, fairy ring, gray leaf spot, gray snow mold, large patch, microdochium patch, pink snow mold, Spring dead spot, Summer patch, and rust..tdi_36,.tdi_36 .tdc-columns{min-height:0}.tdi_36,.tdi_36 .tdc-columns{display:block}.tdi_36 .tdc-columns{width:100%}.tdi_38{vertical-align:baseline}.tdi_38>.wpb_wrapper,.tdi_38>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{display:block}.tdi_38>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{width:100%}.tdi_38>.wpb_wrapper>.vc_row_inner{width:auto}.tdi_38>.wpb_wrapper{width:auto;height:auto}

FMC Durentis

FMC Corporation has received federal registration enabling the commercial launch of Durentis™ insecticide. This proprietary formulation provides lawn care operators with season-long protection from above and below ground chewing pests, including all species of grubs and Fall Armyworms. Durentis™ is a highly concentrated formulation of the active ingredient chlorantraniliprole with the lowest use rates in the diamide class of chemistry. It requires a single application for season long control. Durentis is fast acting and provides a zone of protection around the roots, and its systemic properties allow upward translocation. There is no signal word – making it safe for applicators and the environment; including pollinators. FMC recommends applying Durentis™ early for best results..tdi_40,.tdi_40 .tdc-columns{min-height:0}.tdi_40,.tdi_40 .tdc-columns{display:block}.tdi_40 .tdc-columns{width:100%}.tdi_42{vertical-align:baseline}.tdi_42>.wpb_wrapper,.tdi_42>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{display:block}.tdi_42>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{width:100%}.tdi_42>.wpb_wrapper>.vc_row_inner{width:auto}.tdi_42>.wpb_wrapper{width:auto;height:auto}

Octane Herbicide From SePRO

Octane® 2% SC Herbicide improves broadleaf, nutsedge, and grassy weed control, making it an excellent addition to any tank-mix. Octane is an efficient and cost-effective post-emergence solution, delivering rapid and visible weed control. Effective in all climates, Octane ensures consistent performance whether it’s hot or cold. Designed to meet the demands of today’s lawn care market, Octane ensures that customers don’t have to wait long to see the results they desire. With rapid kill of weeds, visual symptoms are evident within 24 to 48 hours..tdi_44,.tdi_44 .tdc-columns{min-height:0}.tdi_44,.tdi_44 .tdc-columns{display:block}.tdi_44 .tdc-columns{width:100%}.tdi_46{vertical-align:baseline}.tdi_46>.wpb_wrapper,.tdi_46>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{display:block}.tdi_46>.wpb_wrapper>.tdc-elements{width:100%}.tdi_46>.wpb_wrapper>.vc_row_inner{width:auto}.tdi_46>.wpb_wrapper{width:auto;height:auto}

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Increase your intake of Foxtail millet as a end result of it prevents the buildup of fatty substances within the body if you're one of those fighting extra stomach fat. Foxtail millet has also been shown to be very efficient in reducing the dangerous ldl cholesterol where to buy foxtail millets online stage and growing the extent of fine ldl cholesterol. This is all as a result of its energy to increase the formation of neurotransmitters acetylcholine which transfers messages between nerves and muscular tissues to guard the center operate.

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Foxtail millet is a dry crop that's sown within the last week of May and could be harvested in up to 70 days. The annual plant can develop up to 150 cm tall and has thick, lance-shaped leaves that attain a length of 40 cm. Along with a few northeastern states, it's primarily grown in Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka, Telangana, Rajasthan, Maharashtra, Tamil Nadu, Madhya Pradesh, and Uttar Pradesh. Well, every thing about millets is a little bit mysterious, including their advantages and cooking and relishing instructions.

Healthy carbohydrates that stability and control blood sugar levels. Iron and calcium are important vitamins for bone and muscular well being, and foxtail millets are a good supply of each. Iron deficiency can end result in quite so much of health problems, similar to weakened muscles, anaemia, and recurrent muscle spasms. Millets are coarse grains which are traditionally grown and consumed within the Indian subcontinent for over 5000 years.

Soak it for no much less than six hours; the best guess is to soak it in a single day. This process disintegrates the phytic acid in the Foxtail millet, hindering the absorption of the vitamins within the Foxtail millet. The well being benefits of a good breakfast can't be overlooked! Muesli is amongst the healthiest breakfast options, primarily when you're on the go. They are tremendous scrumptious, relatively cheap, easily available and an excellent source of vi…

Foxtail millet candy Pongal could be relished by diabetics too, in average amounts. Foxtail millet retains you satiated for longer hours and prevents sudden spike in blood sugars. Jaggery is a rich source of iron, magnesium and potassium and is low on calories.

Find out why foxtail millet benefits are only a part of why it's a perfect staple meals. Due to a rise in demand compared to the availability this millet is slightly expensive. Foxtail millet accommodates amino acids which reduce the ldl cholesterol level by driving out the surplus fats from the Liver. Foxtail Millet additionally contains amino acid which hinders the formation of fat in the liver, which makes the ldl cholesterol level of the physique sink.

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Quarterly Ishness + Snowpocalypse 2021

Quarterly Ishness + Snowpocalypse 2021

Hi guys! I haven’t done an Ishness in ages so I thought it would be cool to do a very brief recap of 2021 so far! (Well, the first three months. I actually meant to post this two weeks ago, but anyway. XD) There’ve been some serious ups and downs, but some good stuff in there, and I’ve missed blogging, so let’s go for it. ^_^ January, February, March (2021) WRITING January — I finished…

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something i wrote on just for fun. it’s probably a little dumb, but here we are.

Your smile could out-shine the sun.

It had started out innocent enough. An envelope tucked into her momma’s mailbox and addressed to her while she’d been out. Not one to get messages except from Hermes, she’d opened it with some curiosity. A letter, beautifully written in an unfamiliar hand and unsigned at the bottom. Not quite a love letter, but something almost like it. A request to write back, to put it into the mailbox and it would get to the secret author in return. 

Fuck it, why not?

She knew it was probably a mortal just showing fondness; she’d gotten letters like it before. But there’s something rather . . . fine. Poetic, in a sense. Kind. Made her feel a bit silly reading it over and over again, but Persephone is in a decent mood and decides to write back to at least thank them for the lovely letter. 

So she does.

She keeps it simple. Nothing flowery. Thanks the supposed author for the flattery in the way she does all the mortals when they give her offerings. It’s nice to write a letter; she ain’t in a while. She and Hades ain’t exchanged them in years, he doesn’t have time for them. Much like he doesn’t have time for her, but that’s neither here nor there. 

She writes back, signs it sloppily and tucks it into the mailbox. 

Persephone doesn’t expect another one back. 

I can’t stop smiling when I read your letter, so I hope you don’t mind my reply.

But there it is a few days later, the same handwriting with her name on the front. Which is strange - mortals tend to refer to her by titles, not her name. Afraid of saying it, they’d said once. Invoking her wrath. She’d called it a load of horse shit, but mortals tended to do things their way and she was content on letting them keep up that practice long as they wanted. 

This one seemed different.

The letter was a direct response. The same flowery language, delicate and sweet. Flirty, if she didn’t know any better. How flattering. But now she’s just curious - and part of her is spiteful, too. If Hades knew, she could only imagine his fit of jealousy. Good.

Persephone replies. 

And so a summer long fling begins. In words of course, nothing more. The letters become a brightness in her days of work. She looks forward to getting them, reading them, and drafting up replies. She develops a collection of them in her vanity drawer and the stack only grows as the summer goes on. A hidden secret, almost. Something her momma or Hades can’t intrude on or say she can’t. Maybe it’s selfish or stupid, but she doesn’t care. Not like it’ll matter come winter. The poor mortal will be dead or have forgotten her, surely. They often do when she goes down to the underworld. Back to her husband who’ll no doubt drive her to the depths of insanity again. 

Hell, she might not even make it to the end of the summer. Maybe he’ll come get her early - again. She tries not to think of it, and spends her days bringing the summertime to those who need it most. That’s how she operates. The letters are a nice break and she loses herself in them late into the evenings. Rereading them. Writing back. Pretending she has a friendship-maybe-more with someone who certainly doesn’t build capitalistic hellscapes for what is supposed to be her benefit. 

It’s not the butterflies she got from first meeting her husband, but the feeling is something similar. She can’t deny it. She genuinely smiles for what feels like the first time in years when she reads the letters or replies. 

We should meet before you go.

The request comes as the summer begins to fade. Fall and winter are close on it’s heels. She thinks immediately it’s a bad idea - but Hermes, who knows now, only encourages it oddly enough. A night out before she’s confined in darkness for six months. It’s not a bad idea. 

So she accepts.

---

Persephone hates her reflection. 

It shows too many lines, too many wrinkles that have shown up over the years. Her hair is unruly, curlier than her momma’s and it snags everything in the fields in it’s grasp that leaves her plucking foxtails and other burrs out of it for ages. Even down to the shade of her skin - none of it seems particularly beautiful compared to her momma or their other relatives up top. Most of the time she doesn’t give a damn; some days she stares at her reflection and wonders what others must see in her. What her husband had seen in her that day in the garden some centuries ago. What made her so different? So beautiful when there were a plethora of other nymphs, demi-gods, and outright goddesses who outranked her in that regard. 

She huffs, drags her fingers across her face. She’s getting old. Too old. Vaguely she wonders if, as a goddess of life, if she’ll end up grey and decrepit and still trying to garden? An old crone, meant to be the embodiment of life. Hera is as old as her momma and still somehow looks decades younger - then again, Hera doesn’t live in the mortal realm, and doesn’t do physical damned labor. Frankly she wonders how a woman like her survived ten years of war, but that’s besides the point. Much as she loathes her own reflection, Persephone would rather be wrinkled and grey than live on that mountain half the year. 

She toys with a small pot of dark charcoal eyeliner, well used and worn before picking up a small brush with which to apply it with. She remembers using wild berries to stain her lips long before her momma ever let her near an ounce of make up, trying to make herself look like what she imagined the ones up on the mountain looked like. Ethereal, beautiful, striking women - as a girl she’d had no idea how awful and cruel they could be at the time and simply wanted to embody them. Now she mostly tries to be everything they aren’t out of sheer spite. She uses a rich plum color against her lips, and decides she looks decent enough in the reflection that blinks back at her. 

She doesn’t know why she’s doing this - it’s stupid. But she’s just bitter and angry enough at her husband to spite him, too, and Persephone ain’t always made the best decisions sometimes. Hermes had only encouraged her, clearly eager to get her out of her own mind for a night and forget about her crippling marriage. 

Harmless night of flirting could do her good. Remind her she ain’t an old washed up hag. Morale boost and all that. Not as if she wasn’t spending the evening in his bed - though the more bitter part of her says it might do her husband some good to think so. Sober his ass right up to keep him acting like a damned moron. Besides, she’s been writing with this stranger all summer. The letters have been her life and Persephone would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious and intrigued. Eager to meet this stranger who’d spent his summer writing to her as well. Clearly he cared and if Persephone could give him a night of enjoyable company (sans anything below the belt) before winter claimed him, so be it. 

Huffing, Persephone tries to fuss with her hair - and decides it’s a lost cause. Why does she care so much? She shouldn’t. But she tries. Because Hades ain’t given her the excuse in a while. Might as well enjoy the night, even if it won’t lead to nothing. She ain’t that type - even if she wanted to be. Persephone has been fiercely loyal to her husband and knows he’s the same; they’re just a damned wreck when it comes to communicating. Maybe she can practice on this little date.. It’s the first time she’s given in to Hermes’ encouraging in a while - who she knows would rather see her happy than anything and thinks Hades is the source of all her misery. He’s half right. Truth is she does a lot of misery to herself because she can’t swallow her own damn pride or some other bullshit. Much as Hades has built the wall between them, Persephone’s been supplying him with the bricks for years. 

She doesn’t dress fancy. Her usual is good enough, still smelling of the flowers and pollen and the warmth of the sun stitched into the fabric. It’s her favorite. Maybe that’s why Hades had replicated it in black for down below, the dusting of diamonds a nod to how he viewed her as a gem to be displayed. A gown of darkness that was everything her favorite summer dress wasn’t. She doesn’t remember where she got it, just that it’s comfortable and flows freely enough not to restrict her. In the other she feels caged, chest tight and pained when she tries to breathe too deeply. It’s in her head, she knows, but the difference still matters. 

Satisfied she looks semi-decent enough to mingle with mortals, Persephone half gallops down the steps in the way she always has at her momma’s house. Ain’t been her house in a while. Ain’t felt like home since she ran off down below. Still, it serves as a roof over her head when she’s up top and her momma is still kind enough most of the time, eager to have her home. Demeter is out in the fields so she isn’t there to throw a comment her way as she leaves the house, the evening air slightly more crisp than usual. A sign that winter would be coming on soon - a sign that she’d be headed back down below in the not too distant future. Frankly she’s surprised Hades ain’t come for her already. Her stomach twists at the thought. 

Hermes’ bar isn’t far, the town a small scattering of lights in the growing dim light of day. Small houses gathered together, a quaint little place that had been perfect for Demeter, apparently. The bar was one of the larger buildings, music and voices already adrift out the open door. She can’t remember a time when it wasn’t crowded. Since she’s frequented crowds have only grown - Persephone remembers being worshipped at altars carved of marble and stone; now there’s only the bar that carries her token of favors, her mortals far too eager to buy her a drink in some parody of once bloody sacrifices. She doesn’t complain; they’re good at picking wine. 

As always there are gazes that turn her way as she approaches and Persephone plasters a smile across her face. She’s well practiced these days, pretending to be happy. The mortals don’t notice and greet her as always. Raise their cups, toast to their patroness who tries - but it’s hard when old man winter comes early and won’t let her go until late. Hard to keep an entire world going when she gets a fraction of time to bring decent harvests. Still seems no matter how hard she tries there are always ones who don’t make it through the winter. The ones missing from the tables in the bar. She may not remember their exact faces, but she knows they’re missing. Knows these places should be filled by healthy warm bodies - and instead there are only fleeting ghosts in the chairs instead. 

“Was wonderin’ if you’d show up.” Hermes remarks lightly, pouring her drink before she can even reach the bar proper. “I always do. Show up. Reckon it’s like clockwork these days.” Persephone replies, grabbing the glass as he finishes and taking a long swig. Immediately the warmth spreads from her belly out, and she knows she’ll be numb by the end of the night. Hopefully. 

“Sit yourself down. Or make the rounds. Whatever ya like. Your friend ain’t here yet.”

She snorts. “Of course not.”

Holding tight to her drink, Persephone does a turn about the room. The mortals are usually pleased to see her, leech off the warmth she naturally radiates. A smile, a laugh, a dance - it’s all too familiar to her and she’s happy to help in the ways she can. If they’re gonna die, they might as well die happy. Either way in the end they all come to her in the underworld. Once she could have granted them some semblance of the afterlife, but now they all toil away in those damned factories and mines. But they don’t need to know it. Not yet. Not now. 

She loses track of time as some point, because Hermes suddenly grabs her by the elbow and they do a little twirl. Her body is less tight, the alcohol already working easily into her system to let her at least enjoy the night without struggling to forget about her shithole marriage. 

“Your date is here.” He grins. 

“Ain’t a date.” She teases. “Least, better not let my man hear you say that.”

“Won’t hear it from me, sister.” Hermes winks, and turns her nearly into the arms of another. A sharp, delightful feeling races up her arms and down her spine the second her hands touch the rough ones of the other figure. 

She knows who it is without question, without even looking up. A smile comes unbidden before she can stop it. 

“It’s you.” She whispers, one of those hands coming up to tuck beneath her chin, to bring her gaze to his. Her heart races and she wants to laugh.

Hades smiles.

“It’s me.”

#hadestown #inspired by the pina colada song ngl

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In Florida, Foxtail Coffee To Express Itself with Drive-Through Concept

High-quality specialty coffee in a drive-through retail setting is rare. While some coffee companies manage to pull it off where lanes and windows are built as attachments to larger shops,...

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Ner vod

Relationship: Fox & Tailor (OC)

Rating: G

@transwomankyloren commissioned me to write something about Fox and his OC Tailor. Thank you so much for commissioning me, it was very fun to write!

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“Life in the Guard isn't easy, but at least the vode can count on each other's support.”

Being a Corrie isn’t easy, despite what the vode may think, but even if you try to explain it to them, most of them won’t even listen. Fox knows, he’s tried it already; at least his batch takes him seriously, even though they can’t help but to sneak in a few jokes about it from time to time. Fox always tries to take them in good jest, but sometimes their words come back haunting him during the most difficult times.

What he would like, when it comes to this matter, is for Tailor to understand it too. This is already the fifth time in that month that he has to personally drag her out of 79’s because she was about to start a fight with some random vod whom she overheard talking shit about them.

“I wasn’t going to do anything!” she exclaims once they’re far enough to stop. “I just wanted them to understand!”

“I know you, you were going to make them understand with your fists,” Fox replies, taking none of her shit.

 At least he doesn’t comment on the irony of this: she’s always the first one to scold the fools she has to patch up because of these bar scuffles, and now she almost got involved in one. He doesn’t say anything about this only because it would make her even more mad and that’s not what he wants at the moment - he’s storing this bit for the next time she’ll tell some poor shiny not to get involved in these things.

She might act all no-nonsense and stern around the shinies, but she still loves the Guard dearly, and she’d do anything to protect them, like each one of them does. After all, if not even your brothers are with you, what else can you do if not stick with each other? At least they are a pretty cohesive group.

His gaze softens and he puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Let’s head back, ner vod, shall we?”

She doesn’t say anything but she nods, following Fox back home. Well, it’s not exactly a home per se, but it’s the closest they have - and probably will ever have - to it, so might as well call it that. The truth is that she’s not talking about the buildings, no, she’s talking about the Guard, about the rest of her vode. They are her true home, but she refuses to say it out loud to them; she has a reputation to uphold after all, she can’t allow people to see her soft side.

Fox isn’t just a random somebody, however; she trusts him enough to let her façade crumble, even for a small amount of time.

 It’s subtle at first, just a brush of their hands together, then Tailor goes to grab Fox’s, squeezing to the point that it hurts even with the gauntlets still on.

Despite this, Fox doesn’t point it out, doesn’t point out anything at all. What he does, instead, is to squeeze her hand as well.

“I’m here. I got you. I love you.” That’s what that gesture says. There’s no need for words, just silent companionship.

 Once they’ll get back, they’ll probably have to go their separate ways, but it doesn’t matter for now. They have each other’s back and they will keep things that way.

Even if they might not have the support of the rest of their brothers’ at least they have their own. They can always count on that.

  “Prison duty again, huh?” Foxtail mutters as she’s reviewing Fox’s schedule. She’s not supposed to have his datapad, but they were chilling inside Fox’s office during one of his rare moments of break and once she set her sights on it there was no stopping her.

Fox nods at her words, wordlessly, which to Tailor is most suspicious, because Fox hates guard duty and never wastes any chance to make it well known. The fact that he’s not saying anything means that he must’ve put himself there to escape from a bad situation - since nobody ever bothers with the clones stationed for prison duty - something that doesn’t happen much often to him, but it does for other officers that are a little less “polite” around the wrong people.

Knowing that she’ll have the drag the truth out of him, she asks:

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Fox lies, and if Tailor hadn’t known him as well as she does, she would’ve missed the way his body tenses just for a moment, before Fox hops off the desk and begins pacing, a clear sign of nervousness. “I just had a… disagreement, with a Senator.”

“How big of a disagreement?” Tailor asks. That doesn’t bode well at all.

“… I might’ve insulted him.”

Tailor’s blood goes cold in her veins as she hears those words.

“What?”

“It’s not as bad as you think!” Fox immediately says. “He’s been complaining about the ‘excessive security’, his words not mine, because he was forced to be followed by an escort and eventually I told him that this is our job so we know better than him.”

This has to be the short version of the story, but at the moment this isn’t what worries Tailor more.

“I know what you’re about to say, I know I was wrong,” Fox continues, “I just--”

He’s shaking more and more as he goes on. Tailor needs to act now. She gets up from the chair she kindly stole from Fox since the moment she set foot in there and she approaches him; only once she’s sure she’s not going to make things worse by doing this she wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

 “It’s going to be fine,” she says, trying to sound certain despite how much she too is afraid. “They’re not going to send you back to Kamino, alright?”

Fox nods, but he’s still unconvinced. This calls for a keldabe, which of course Tailor drags him into.

“The Guard would be lost without its Commander and you know it. They wouldn’t take away such a useful asset.”

What she just said is cold, very cold, but it’s also their unfortunate truth. Besides, Tailor knows this will get Fox more than any reassuring words, no matter how well-intentioned they might be. This time in fact he looks more convinced when he speaks.

“I know it’s just… Well… You know.”

“I do,” she says, unable to hold back her bitterness at that statement. It’s not easy to live with the knowledge that your life is disposable and that it takes very little for anyone to get sent back and get decommissioned. Still, they can’t let that fear overtake them.

 At least now Fox’s smiling, although sheepishly.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that, ner vod,” he says. Tailor rolls her eyes at him.

“Oh come on don’t go there now. How many times did I tell you it’s fine, you stupid di’kut?” she replies. By now Fox should know that he can count on her, but he’s still stubborn enough to always try to carry the entire weight of the Guard all on his shoulders, like Coruscant would fall if he so much decides to take a break.

It would be too easy if he just stopped with his workaholic tendencies, but it’s fine. Well, it’s not, but at least he can count on Tailor to keep him in check.

She’ll always make sure that he takes care of himself.

  Sometimes Tailor can’t help but to wonder if her brothers who are deployed in the war and not stationed in Coruscant get the same treatment they get: are they always treated as heroes by the inhabitants of the worlds they save, or are they considered freaks by them too?

Not that she thought they were ever going to be considered heroes here on Coruscant - that’s just not how things work - but still people treat them as slaves. Well, that isn’t really that far from the truth now, isn’t it?

She shakes her head, deciding to go back to work instead of letting her traitorous mind wander into dangerous territories. What was she doing before getting lost in her own head? Ah, that’s right! She needed to compile requisition forms for more hypos.

One would think they’d get plenty of those since they’re medics, but that’s unfortunately not the case and…

 She hears an explosion, then her comm begins to beep furiously.

Something must’ve happened, something very bad.

 A bombing to the Senate is something they all know to expect - one of the training scenarios for the shinies is exactly this in fact - but to think that someone would bomb the Guard precinct is…

Why? Why would they do that to them, the people who live and die for this city? They’re already bleeding them dry, and now this?

Agh, there’s no time to get lost in her thoughts like this! She needs to check on the men!

The wall that has been bombed has crumbled, leaving some brothers under the rubble. Tailor anxiously waits for the relief efforts to begin retrieving them, ready to go immediately as soon as someone comes up. The key in these kinds of emergencies is quickness and fast reflexes: if it takes too long for her to act, she might lose the vod’s life she’s trying to save.

Even with the medics ready to operate however, not everyone survives. Some are even already dead at the retrieval, others die later.

This is the second vod that Tailor keeps close in her arms, trying to give them at least a bit of company before they eventually close their eyes and march on, and while she keeps asking herself why this has happened and what they are going to do now. There’s surely going to be an investigation, but she doubts it will produce any result: if it had been any other natborn building exploding, then people would have cared, but they are just clones, not enough to warrant a proper investigation.

 The body in her hands has already gone cold when she hears a familiar voice barking orders to the rest of the troopers. Kark.

As she gets up to follow the voice, she can’t help but to be glad that he was under the rubble, but this doesn’t mean that he wasn’t involved in the explosion in any way.

When Tailor finally reaches Fox in fact, she can’t help but to curse the fact that she had to take care of the injured ones first. Even though he doesn’t look injured, the poor vod’s shaking, even though he stubbornly acts like he’s not. Nobody has had the courage to point it out, at least until Tailor got there.

She didn’t even wait for him to acknowledge her presence before grabbing him by the shoulders and dragging him away, knowing that there are other CCs that will take Fox’s place.

“Where are we going?” Fox asks. The fact that he’s not even trying to resist Tailor speaks volumes.

“Your office,” is the laconic response. There’s no need to say anything else.

 Once in Fox’s office, Tailor begins to do a medical check-up just to be sure, but Fox pushes her away.

“I’m fine! I just got there…” he says, but he begins choking on his own words.

Tailor draws him immediately into a hug, holding him tightly. His shaking worsens, and Tailor can hear the sound of sniffles coming from him, but she doesn’t say anything.

She lets him cry all he wants, and maybe she cries a bit too, who knows - she’s not going to tell. The despair this job gives them pours out all at once, with Tailor and Fox unable to do anything about it if not trying to support each other at the best of their abilities. That’s how things work in the Guard.

 Eventually they both stop, pulling away after what feels like an entire day, if not even more.

“Thank you, Foxtails,” Fox says, drying what remains of his tears with one hand. Foxtails, not Tailor.

She smiles.

“Anything for you, ner vod.”

At those words, even Fox manages a small smile as he replies to her.

“Anything for you too, ner vod.”

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[mattymurdox]

I don’t know if anyone will be interested in this BUT I finally finished the pinterest board for my campaign! It includes boards for locations I created and npc’s as well as pc boards because only one of my players really goes on tumblr/pinterest. I hope you enjoy!

NPCS:

Lady Merryn Ravensworth (the party’s aristocratic patron who pays them essentially to help people and solve problems money alone can’t solve)

Tranquility ‘Quill’ (tiefling druid/botanist who works for lady Merryn cultivating her gardens and growing ingredients for supplying the creation of unique potions)

Cosima (wizard owner of the foxtail inn, clasp member, dealer of secrets, stolen goods, and procurer lost magical artifacts)

Triss now Kalina (14 year old human rogue sold into an apprenticeship to Rapha Melaine, a clasp crime lord, she was rescued by the party and given a new name and a new chance at life at the Timberswept Abbey)   

Captain Jasper Featherwyn (human captain of the paleguard of whitestone)

Rhyalyn ‘Rhya’ (earth genasi barbarian/druid of the dawnmist pines druid clan, rescued by the Lady’s Hand from the cult of the whispered one)

Brae Vynora (elven archdruid of the dawnmist pines druid clan)

Baskaran (human warlock, criminal contact and right hand of the Shade, he owns and runs an underground fighting ring in Stilben) 

The Shade (jewel thief and fencer of rare and expensive stolen goods, she is a spierling of the clasp within Westruun)

LOCATIONS:

Ravensworth Estate  (Lady Merryn’s estate)

Timberswept Abbey (a secluded abbey dedicated to the Knowing Mistress hidden in the wood on the outskirts of Whitestone, home of pc Raava, who was found abandoned as an infant)

Dawnmist Glen (home of the Dawnmist druid clan, keepers of a magical rift which appeared after the Calamity and followers of the Wildmother)

Ironhaven (hometown of pc Lark, a small agricultural village on the outskirts of Westruun)

Seraph’s Share (secret clasp bar hidden within the Wayward Pony, both of which are owned and operated by the Shade) 

PC’s (aka the Lady’s Hand):

Lark Stoneoak (halfling trickster rogue/cleric of the wildmother)

Tul’raava (half-elf ranger)

Qaary (air genasi swashbluckler rogue/warlock of the ravenqueen)

Harbor (sea tortle cleric of the everlight)

Valavingi Shadow-horn (tiefling divination wizard)

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[kyproren]

Foxtail headcanon;

Foxtail (even when she’s being questionable) has a soft spot for kids. 

In CarolQuest when she was sending Carol on a mission; she referred to the Operative as the “magic clue-giver” so she wouldn’t overwhelm K.O.

And in Dark Plaza [Spoiler alert]; she told K.O. that “sometimes heroes have to make decisions they don’t always like... for the greater good.” with a regretful look on her face, and she even referred to K.O. as “Sugar cube” at the end. 

And in all honesty; who could blame her? Kids like K.O. are sweethearts.

Edit: I almost forgot that Foxtail made K.O. the announcer for Mega Football in Are You Ready for Some Megafootball.

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