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Dome lace bug, Oecharis sp., Tingidae
Found in Queensland, Australia
Photos 1-5 by bridgetteaussiemacro, 6 by deemc, 7-8 by tjeales, and 9-10 (for scale) by cynthia_c
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Lost Tomb Lewks, Part 7
The Warehouse 11 Special
(Masterpost)
Warning: Spoilers for Season 1 of The Lost Tomb Reboot
Rather than intersperse an endless series of slightly-different Warehouse 11 outfits throughout the series, I’m going to cover them all in one long post. Wu Xie spends a LOT of time in various Warehouse 11 uniforms. but at least he doesn’t spend three episodes chained to a pillar; I’m looking at you, Shen Wei.
Out of curiosity, I made a swatch of all of the colors used in these looks. It’s actually a pretty good range. They’re not very exciting colors, but the baseline blue-green color of most of the uniforms is flattering.
Look 31 is the Transport Driver uniform. This starts off being worn by future friend Li Jiale, who becomes a temporary enemy when Wu Xie tasers him into unconsciousness and steals his clothes and truck. Some people can’t take a joke.
This uniform is a rich blue with maroon detailing on the chest pockets and a striped ribbon across the chest. It features a closely-fitted hat and a blue and white arm patch.
The arm patch features a swirly design similar to traditional cloud, bat, and butterfly embroideries; perhaps it’s meant to represent one of the various bugs that will try to kill Wu Xie during his time in the caverns of Warehouse 11.
Look 32 belongs to Bai Haotian, aka Xiao Bai, who is such a delightful character she almost makes up for the other two major female characters in this thing. Not only does she not suffer in order for a man to have feelings about her suffering, but when she is rescued from danger by the man she loves, it does not lead to making out or other intimate moments. So refreshing!
Her uniform is not particularly refreshing, but it is different from Wu Xie’s, and she looks cute in it. This look features fitted dark trousers (it’s hard to tell from the lighting if they are black, green, or blue), a jacket in Pantone 5473C with a collar and pocket flaps in 5477C. Sorry for busting out the Pantone refs but I can only type “green” so many times.
Xiao Bai’s jacket has pleated box pockets over the boobs, which look fine on a person with small boobs. As long as they don’t try to actually put anything in the pockets. The jacket is fitted through the shoulders with a reverse pleat in the center back. She wears it with a white shirt, suitable for writing on.
(More behind the cut!)
Xiao Bai accessorizes this look with pink underclothes that she hides as quickly as possible, while Wu Xie politely avoids looking quickly checks them out.
Look 33 is Wu Xie’s Level 1 Uniform. It’s Pantone 5473C with pointed pocket flaps in 5477C and a white-and-5473C striped band across the chest and back.
It features a close-fitted cap that matches the shirt, and dark cargo pants.
It’s got an inverted pleat in the back and military-style straps on the shoulders. Everything fastens with snaps with shiny black dome covers.
Like all Warehouse 11 indoor uniforms, this has a badge on the chest that’s somewhere between a yellow brass and a green bronze color, depending on how it catches the light. The drivers don’t seem to have these badges.
I actually kind of like Wu Xie in a hat.
Wu Xie wears this uniform with black lace-up work/hiking boots. I don’t know if these are part of everyone’s uniform or if it’s a BYOS kind of place. It’s mostly too dark to get a good look at anyone’s feet.
Look 34 is Wu Xie’s Level 1 uniform with a black tee shirt and socks.
This is a good look for kissing your own biceps and saying “welcome to the gun show, ladies!” lying down under the stars with a girl and talking about constellations, in a nice twist on a classic romance trope.
I normally don’t project ideas about friendship onto strangers who work on or star in TV shows, but I really feel like this camera operator understands me.
Wu Xie accessorizes this look with a water bottle with a picture of his boyfriend on it.
Wu Xie: If you have one Wu baby and one Zhang baby that will provide a new generation for all three of our families. I promise you’ll like Xiao Ge. He’s...very talented.
This look goes well with having a beautiful face and a loving camera operator & director of photography.
I could wish the lighting designer was less fond of green, but the plot demands it, alas.
Xiao Bai’s outfit also goes well with having a beautiful face. Her haircut does, too--it’s super cute and flattering.
Look 35 is Wu Xie’s testing outfit for the first test. It’s his level one uniform, untucked, with dark glasses and fingerless gloves.
And his tongue.
OP did not speed up that gif on purpose; she captures everything at that speed, honest.
Look 36 is Wu Xie’s Level 8 Uniform. When they gave him this, did he think “oh, different uniforms for different levels, I wonder which level Xiao Bai’s uniform signifies? He did not. Neither did OP.
This uniform features a jacket in the green/green color scheme, with two pleated boxy pockets at the waist and one on the right side of the chest. The collar is an open triangle lapel instead of the two-part suit collar featured on Xiao Bai’s jacket - his jacket is tailored more like a work shirt. It’s worn untucked and doesn’t have a waistband. The white-and-green striped ribbon that was over the chest on the level 1 uniform makes an appearance here as tiny tabs on the pocket flaps. He wears a brown button-up shirt underneath.
I gotta say, the costume department really did a great job designing a whole range of uniforms that have repeating motifs, coloring, and detailing, while changing up how everything is put together.
All the uniform variations take me back--WAY back--to when I was a girl scout in the 1970s. My troop mostly wore badge vests or sashes over normal clothes but we all liked to look at the glamorous uniforms in the catalogs.
Actually the girl on the floor looks really sharp. Which is probably why she’s keeping away from the nerds on the left.
Look 37 is Wu Xie’s second test outfit. Yeah, we’re going out of order, to break up the sea of green with some smooth, glowing skin.
Zhu Yilong has nice arms, and whoever designed this sequence thinks so to. Particularly when considering the clothing item Wu Xie puts on over his undershirt.
This lil’ vest would be right at home at International Mister Leather Twill. What on earth is the purpose of a vest with pockets that you wear under an outer shirt with pockets? Other than to give you more time to show off your arms while dressing?
It features black panels on the upper chest and back; one flap pocket closure and one strap pocket closure, a...zipper? down the front? With black fabric on either side.
He wears it under his untucked level one shirt. There is no way anybody wears these vests under their shirts for normal wear - the pockets would keep anything over it from laying flat.
Look 38 is the Supervisor outfit worn by Jia Kezi.
It’s all one color--Pantone 5473C--and has rounded puffy pockets on the chest with rounded flaps, rather than the square ones featured on Xiao Bai’s uniform of the flat chest pockets of the level 1 uniform.
It has a covered placket and a high band collar, with the same close-fitted cap featured in the other uniforms.
He looks really good in this cap, which shows off his beautiful eyes and eyebrows better than his floppy hair, I think. He accessorizes this look with warm-toned skin, a cleft chin and sculpted cheekbones.
Look 39 is Wu Xie’s level 14 uniform, which shows that he’s a director now.
It looks exactly like Director Ding’s uniform.
and, oh hey! It also looks exactly like Bai Haotian’s uniform.
Her entire disguise was to change badges and remove her tie.
Look 40 is the last Warehouse 11 uniform. It belongs to book author/screenwriter/producer Nan Pai San Shu, who gets to wear a brown vest and shirt instead of green & green, and whose badge says he’s Level 18. As befits the creator of this endlessly entertaining world and these delightful characters.
More Lewks coming soon! Including several that are not green!
#the lost tomb reboot#reunion: the sound of the providence#wu xie#warehouse 11#dmbj#lost tomb lewks#canary3d-original#my gifs#the lost tomb reboot spoilers
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Cross Pollinated
SPROUT Update 1
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SPROUT Update 1 transcript, by Juniper Bug (@howdyitsjunebug on IG)
PAGE 1
Our protagonist unties a blue apron from around her waist with her back turned to the viewer. She steps away from a few potted plants and calls out, “Tulsi! I’m gonna take lunch!”
The inside of her locker. An orange dinosaur lunchbox is nestled against her apron, hung on a hook. There’s a picture of her posing with two other people hanging on the inside of the door- you can’t quite make it out, but it looks like a family photo. Tulsi calls back, “Alright, Vi- holler when you get back!’
A wooden shelf against a blank background. Five small potted plants are lined in a row across it. They’re pleasant shades of green, pink and yellow.
Outside Eden’s Nursery, it’s a partly cloudy day with a calming blue sky. The nursery is small and wooden with domed skylights. Potted plants and trees line the perimeter of the building. In the distant background, you can see power lines stretching over a hill-y horizon. You get the idea that this is in a small town. Vi makes her way to a picnic table out front in a sitting area, shaded by a large tree. She’s medium-skinned, with bushy brown and black hair and droopy eyelids. She’s wearing a mauve button-down shirt, denim shorts, and black high-top sneakers with white and green laces.
As she sits, she hears a voice greet her from above her head. “Hello, Ambassador Violet.” She looks up, and seeing her closer, you can see she wears small drop earrings and a Star of David pendant around her neck.
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Now Violet’s back is to the viewer as she looks fondly up into the tree above her. A plant-like being casually lays across a large branch, with her cheek propped against a fist. She has a long fern branch bang swooping across her face and another branch draped down her back. Her yellow eyes look down on Violet with intensity. She wears an orange sleeveless hoodie, a white wrap waistband, baggy mauve pants, and white wrappings around her ankles and feet. She’s muscular but doesn’t feel intimidating, just strong. The background shows powerlines dissecting the low land and dense forested hills. The title reads, “cross pollinated”, by “ingram”.
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Violet beams a smile, and exclaims, “Fern!”
Fern grins down at her, exposing sharp, pointed teeth. She says, “The same.”
Violet pulls a sandwich out of her lunchbox and begins to eat, as Fern jumps down from the tree. Violet swings her legs out from under the table to face outwards towards her. She says, “You came to visit me at work!” “Yeah!”, replies Fern.
“Well,” Fern continues, putting her hand to her cheek and looking away, “Mother Earth sent me.” Violet bites into her sandwich and looks away, looking a little disappointed. “Oh.”
PAGE 4
A wider shot of Fern and Violet sitting together. A leaf falls off the tree above them and drifts downward, as Fern crosses her arms and smiles at Violet. She explains, “She wanted to fill you in on some of your duties-”
A closer look at Fern. She looks a bit softer close up. Her teeth are actually a bit rounded at the end. “-whenever you’re free.”, she says.
Violet looks up at her and smiles. “I can come right after work!”
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As her lunch break finishes, Violet walks with Fern to the side entrance of the nursery. They walk closely through rows of potted trees. Fern says, “Are you sure?” and Violet assures her, “Mmhm!”
They approach the open side door. There’s a guest inside with dark black hair and a brown dress on. Fern turns to Violet and says, “I don’t want to keep you from your family or anything.”
Violet smiles. “Nah! It’s cool.” A voice inside the nursery, Tulsi, shouts “Violet?”
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Violet and Fern look inside with concern. Tulsi continues. “Violet- you back already?” Violet frowns. “Aw, nuts.”
The two turn to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. They’re very close and comfortable. Fern says, “I’ll catch you later.”
Violet takes a look behind her as she walks back inside the nursery. Fern gives a friendly smirk and waves, starting to move backwards in front of the rows of potted trees. Then, in a blink, she vanishes with a small gust of leaves.
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Violet walks back inside the shop from a back room, getting ready to put her apron back on. There are rustic wooden tables with potted plants scattered around. Fairy lights made to look like strands of leaves are strung atop a doorway. Tulsi, a dark-skinned woman with locs, wears a mauve bandana on her head, has a couple black earring studs, a yellow long-sleeve shirt, and a blue apron on. She turns back to look at Violet with an eyebrow raised. “Who were you talking to?”
Violet adjusts her apron and looks off to the side. She fibs, “Trying out that theory on talking to plants to help them grow.” Tulsi laughs, “Ha!”
Violet turns to see a few purple potted pansies move a little. Which doesn’t make much sense, as they’re indoors. She spins around quickly, the light around her growing a little more red. There’s a moment of anticipation.
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Midnight Patron
The sand felt silk under her feet, as she made her way to the tiki bar. The sun was setting, and other tourists had already settled into their rooms. She wasn’t going to waste any time within the walls of a typical hotel suite. She was going to make memories in this little space of paradise. She nursed one of her drinks, taking in the sounds of the waves, she was content. She watched as the barkeep traded spaces with another. She curiously wondered why they’d continue a shift with so many people already retired for the evening.
She left her seat on the small nook, and made her way to the bar stool. She checks her phone noticing the time, it wouldn’t hurt to stay out longer. “Can I get you anything?” The bartender's voice did not match her appearance. The tourist stares at the women wide eyed, she hadn’t noticed before. Only just paying attention to the people that came and went. Never really staring, nothing catching her wandering eyes.
The bartender repeats herself. The tourist flushes “I’m good for now.” The bartender hums and picks up a leftover dish to wash. “With nobody left here, how will you survive this shift?” The bartender turns to her, she raises her brow. “You're still here.” The tourist suddenly feels self conscious. “I’m sorry, I wouldn't want to keep you. I’m not going to order anything else.”
The bartender holds up her hand. “Who's to say you're not enough?”
At this point the tourist searches for the womens name tag. Which was pinned to her floral apron. She wasn’t wearing much underneath, other than little black shorts, her muscular stomach exposed through the space of the apron. She was wearing a bikini top. “Des, is that short for like Destiny?” The tourist asks, the woman simply chuckles “Nope just Des.” It wasn’t like Des was being short with her, but the tourist couldn’t help the insecure thought of having a one sided conversation. So she looks back at her phone.
If Des didn’t want to know her name, she supposed it didn’t matter.
Des props her elbows on the counter, and rests her head on her palms. “What’s your name, midnight patron?” The tourist locks her phone, then stares up at her. Des’s head had been titled. The tips of her curly brown hair lay gently on the counter. The tourist rasps at her beauty. “Sky.” Des sizes her up with her captivating green eyes. “Sky huh? Is that short for Skyler?” She was clearly teasing. Sky shakes her head.
Des fishes in her pocket, and reveals a lighter. Then behind her ear in between her long fingers is a joint. She presses it to her lips and lights it. Sky momentarily cringed, this woman was seriously going to get fired. “There’s no cameras here; relax.” She passes it to Sky, and she inhales. “I haven't smoked in a while.”
Des grabs a little tiki tin from under the bar, and flicks an ash in it. “Enjoy yourself, you are here for that reason no?” Sky suddenly feels like she needs a drink. Her mouth feeling incredibly dry. Des catches on quickly “How about I make you something sweet?”
Sky nods “That would be perfect.” Des herself grabs a whiteclaw and takes a few swigs. She sets the joint down, then pulls out a bottle of rum, pineapple juice, and red syrup that Sky didn’t recognize. “This is grenadine, you will like it.”
Sky tentatively brings the cup to her lips, first savoring the crushed ice, then actually tasting the cocktail. Des muses “What do you think?” Sky swirls the glass around, attempting to seem sly, but the glass falls through her hand. Red juice splashing onto her. Des quickly grabs some napkins as Sky is too embarrassed to speak. “Give me your dress.” Sky looks up at her baffled. “I have nothing underneath.” Des takes her apron off and hands it to her. “You can wear this, you don’t want to attract any bugs.”
Sky looks around then hesitantly removes her dress. Des turns her head away, giving her privacy. Now Des is just in her bikini top, and shorts, and Sky in the floral apron. Both their bodies were exposed.
Des uses the opportunity to stretch out her arm, pulling it over her shoulder, she then tied her curls into a tight bun.
Sky shifts uncomfortably, she sighs filling the silence. Des turns to make another drink for her but Sky snatches her wrist. “You don’t have to make another one.” Des pauses, staring at the hand, Sky jerks away.
“Sorry.”
Not 5 meters away, there’s a dome tent with velvet curtains. Des and Sky exchange a look, the only light surrounding them are the flames from the torches. Des closes the space between them. She stares down at Sky, her eyes flicker to the tent. The shorter of the two, takes the hint, she startles “Would you like-.”
She’s caught off by the set of soft lips pressing against her. She stills, her heart is pounding. Soon they make their way to the tent. There’s a duvet at the corner of the spacious dome.
Des gestures for Sky to lay down, and she doesn’t hesitate. She’s sprawled out underneath her, feeling impossibly small. Des doesn’t waste any time stripping the apron off. Sky’s legs fall open, as Des settles between them. She peppers kisses up and down her thigh. Her fingers lace under her panties.
Sky lifts her hips, encouraging Des to continue. Des obliges, once they’re off, she dives in. Her tongue tracing the seams, she suckles on the bud eliciting a moan from Sky. Des reaches a hand to Sky’s bare breast. She squeezes gently. Sky runs her hand through Des’s curls. Feeling her mouth take in every part of her. Des expertly swirled her tongue, then added a finger. She pushes in slightly then pulls out. Sky clenches around her. Soon Des starts a rhythm, quickly pushing into the tight muscles surrounjding her fingers then out again.
She anchors her knee on the duvet, and hovers over Sky. Staring down at her as she continues to fuck her open with her hand. “You feel amazing.” Sky pushes herself up to kiss Des. They stay like that, for a moment. Then Des manuavers Sky on her side. Her hand snakes back between her legs, her wet fingers are soon swallowed back up. Sky’s eyes roll in the back of her head. She’s being fucked from behind, her stomach tightens as she feels Des’s fingers go even deeper. Des was given full access to every inch of her body. WIth the new position she went faster. Sky’s mouth hung open little whimpers escaping her lungs. She was going to come, and so quickly too.
Des wasn’t stopping either, Sky jolts, her toes curl and after a few more thrusts she’s coming. Her body jerked, as her nails clawed the sheets. Des swallows the moan before it was even heard. Sky trembles from the aftershock. Des lays beside her, eyes dilated and full of lust. “You were so good for me, kitten.” She slowly pulls her fingers out, then licks them up. The very action made Sky crave more. She attempts to still her shaking body, but fails and crumbles back down. Des kisses her neck and whispers “It’s okay pet, we have all night.”
#smut#ns/fw text#ns/fw#wlw#wlw ocs#I was given little to no context for this one#lesbian island paradise
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wicked games [22]
Summary: Nothing can ruin all the fun you and Tom have been having lately - right?
Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT - fingering, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, dom/sub vibes | 18+ ONLY |
Word Count: 4547
A/N: We’re back! I hope y’all enjoy this chapter, @thorsxodinson and I have poured our heart, soul, blood, sweat and tears into this fic and we can’t wait for y’all to see what we have coming!!
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The autumn season breezed by, barely giving you time to adjust to your new(ish) life.
The hustle and bustle of the office as the end of the year approached may have had you running around with no end in sight, but you knew that at the end of the day, you would be able to recuperate at home.
Home.
Every morning you awoke to a fresh cup of tea on your nightstand, a note always sitting just to the right of it.
Good morning bug. Stop making that face, you know you secretly love it.
I’m making smoothies to go in the kitchen, so you better get in here fast before I take all the strawberries! xx Tom
While eating breakfast together had been somewhat of a rarity before, you now always found Tom sitting at the table with a book in one hand, and a fork full of bacon in the other - and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
As November came to an end, and the first few days of December promised cold winds and a desire for hot chocolate by the fire, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the past year.
Tom was sitting at his desk in his home office, scrolling through some documents on his laptop when he heard a knock at the door.
“Its open,” He said, glancing up just in time to see you slip in. “Hello, darling,”
“Hello, bug,” You answered wistfully, laughing when you saw him raise an eyebrow.
“I’ve got some hot chocolate for you,” You set the mug down in front of him, the artfully crafted whipped cream bobbing against the rim.
“And to what do I owe such a wonderful treat?” Tom pushed his chair back from the desk, gently patting the top of his thigh before grabbing the mug. You got the hint, and sat on his lap as the two of you took a much needed sip.
“Do you need a reason to drink some delicious hot chocolate?” You asked, a soft gasp escaping as you felt Tom’s grip on your waist.
“No better reason than the season, my love.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, you planned a relaxing night in with Tom and Harrison, full of face masks and comedy films. You, Harrison, and Tom were in the kitchen, attempting not to burn a batch of homemade cookies, when you heard the elevator bell ring.
“Harrison, stop opening the oven!” You said, causing him to blush as he quickly shut the door. Tom was preparing a second tray of cookies when the kitchen door swung open, revealing an out of breath Mary, with what appeared to be velvet envelopes in hand.
“WE’RE GOING TO A GALA, BITCHES!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, the widest smile appearing on her face as she slammed the envelopes onto the counter.
“Whose gala?” Harrison asked, wiping his hands on the front of his borrowed apron.
“I have a doorbell for A REASON, you know! I had it checked, and it is not broken!” Tom clamored as he glanced down at the counter.
“Mary?” You walked up to her and rested a hand on her shoulder, locking eyes with her as she met your questioning gaze.
Gathering whatever oxygen she could, she said, “Tom… Motherfuckin’... Hiddleston.”
You felt your jaw drop, and you couldn’t hold back the scream building up in the back of your throat.
“HOLY FUCK!”
“I KNOW, BITCH! CAN YOU BELIEVE!”
“I can’t believe it… we’re gonna meet the Tom Hiddleston?” You could feel your face growing warmer with just the thought of being in the same room as him.
“The supreme Tom, of course,” Mary said, ignoring Tom’s pointed look as she continued. “And we are all going, I don’t care if you have the same name, Stanley!”
“We’ve definitely lost her, she’s gone fully cracked,” Tom pinched the bridge of his nose in apparent frustration.
Harrison looked amongst you all before chiming in, “Do you think we ought to warn his security team?”
“Tom, do not try and prevent me from enjoying this glorious moment!” You met his gaze, raising your eyebrows as he opened his mouth to say something.
“Does this mean I’m your date, Mary?” Haz asked, his cheeks a rosy blush hue as he looked at her.
“Fuck a date; I’m going single!”
Hiddleston’s charity gala was in two weeks, in London, of all places. Tom and Harrison were delighted to finally have a chance to return home, even if they were dreading attending the event.
You walked into your bedroom, and found Tom studying two different suits he had laid out on the bed.
“It’s just a gala, Tom,” You said, tilting your head to the side as you leaned against the wall opposite him.
“It’s Tom Hiddleston’s gala, darling. I can’t just show up to one of his galas, I need to-”
“Make an entrance, yadda yadda yadda, we get it, Stanley! You’re afraid the superior Thomas will steal us away and you’ll be all alone, blah blah blah. Anywho, I need to borrow your darling for some dress shopping!” Mary cut him off, rolling her eyes as he glared at her. She was leaning against the doorframe of his room.
Taking hold of your hand, you flashed Tom a weak smile before walking out the door with her.
Mary brought you to her favorite boutique in Manhattan, and pulled out two photos of gowns from her purse as you walked into the shop. Before you could glance at them, Mary handed them to one of the stylists you recognized from the last time you were here.
“Just these, Ms. Robinson?”
“Yes, thank you, Liza. I’ll let you know if Clara needs to make any alterations. And you,” She took your hand in yours and lead you towards the dressing rooms in the back of the salon. “...are coming with me! Let’s get this party started, ladies!”
Downing the last of the champagne, you studied the gown in front of you.
“Are you ready to put it on, miss?” Liza was standing behind the podium, her glasses on the tip of her nose.
You nodded and stepped up, shrugging off your white robe as she undid the buttons on the back of the gown.
Once everything was buttoned up and pinned, you looked yourself up and down in the mirror.
The silk gown itself was a caramel nude shade, adorned with an intricate pattern comprised of different blue and silver jewels that sparkled under the light. The thigh high slit on your left leg allowed the silver stilettos you were wearing to shine through.
What really caught you off guard about the dress was the extravagant blue silk sash that was draped across your midsection and shoulders, falling over the front of your figure like a cathedral length veil.
“What do you think?” Liza asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she met your gaze in the mirror.
“I think I’m still processing this, to be honest.” A knock at the door interrupted your flow of thought.
“Get out here and let me see!”
Making sure you wouldn’t step on the sash, you moved into the middle of the dressing area, where Mary was already studying herself in the mirror.
It was the epitome of Mary, and you were truly taken aback by how beautiful it was.
The pitch black gown draped over the podium, leading your eyes up to find intricate lace and jewel detailing on the sleeves. As she turned, you noticed the top of the gown appeared to be like a sash; draping itself over Mary’s left shoulder, and hitting the floor at the same length as the hem of the gown. Mary’s dress also had a thigh high slit, but hers was adorned with a partial jeweled pattern coming down the edge.
“Holy shit!” Mary exclaimed, brushing her gown to the side as she stepped down to meet you at eye-level. “I know I have excellent taste but Jesus, I’ve really knocked it out of the park with this one, haven’t I? You look hot!”
You laughed, shaking your head as you ran a finger over the detailing. “I don’t think I ever thought I’d see myself in a dress like this, so thank you,”
“No need to thank me, babe. I will be expecting a massive thank you gift basket from your white boy after he sees you in this because fuck, he’s gonna go insane over this.”
Your flight landed at Heathrow at 8pm, a mere 24 hours before the gala. As you waited for the private limousine in the hangar, you listened to Tom and Haz discuss their ideas for the weekend.
“If we don’t go to the London Eye, I will riot, mate,”
“Why’re you being such a tourist, Holland? You’re acting like it’s your first time in the UK,” Harrison raised his eyebrows as he peered over Tom’s shoulder at you.
“You put him up to this?”
You held up your hands. “I haven’t been to London like… ever? So I don’t know what to do - this is all him!”
“Osterfield, let me live, alright! We’re also going to the Shard, so”
“Jesus, you’re really pulling out all the stops,” Harrison said under his breath as he sat on top of his suitcase.
“Wouldn’t you, if you were here with someone you loved?” Harrison sighed and nodded.
“You have a point, I suppose,” He acknowledged as he looked up and met Tom’s jet-lagged gaze. “That doesn’t mean I have to agree with the fact you want to go to all the overpacked, touristy spots!”
When the limos pulled up to the curb of the Hotel Café Royal, you couldn’t help your jaw dropping as you took in the intrinsic architecture of the building.
“Thomas, this better be the penthouse!” Mary shouted over the cars driving by as she grabbed her bag.
“Which room, sir?” The bellboy asked as he grabbed the suitcases from the limo driver. Taking your hand in his, Tom turned and answered. “The Dome Suite, thank you.”
The elevator ride was short and sweet, giving you no time to prepare for the overwhelming grandness of the suite before you as you all stepped out onto the pristine marble floors.
The residence was under a copper-domed rotunda, and - according to the bellboy - spanned 3,132 square feet of space. Tom led you into the curved living room, where you noticed one of the terraces that looked over all of London.
“Your rooms are down to the left here; ours is through these doors here,” Tom gestured to his right as he milled about the massive room.
Mary flashed you a peace sign before following Harrison down the hall, the sounds of doors closing echoing behind them.
“Shall we, my love?” Tom walked with you into the master suite, where you were greeted by a massive green wall; massive sofas, a dining table, and wet bar on one side, and what appeared to be a bathroom on the other. Tom continue moving, leading you around the wall in the back of the room, where the bedroom was.
Nothing too fancy about the bed, but you were thankful for its softness as you sunk into the comforter.
“Already tired, sweetheart?” Tom cooed as he placed his suitcase on the bench at the foot of the bed.
“Ask me again in 12 hours, yeah?”
The next day, Mary kicked Tom out of the master suite at 4:30pm, making sure he had everything he needed before locking the door.
“I can’t have him seeing my wondrous beauty ahead of everyone else, am I right?”
Mary helped you put your gown on, before she sat you down in front of her makeshift vanity to get you red carpet ready.
Once she’d worked her magic, you couldn’t stop staring at yourself in the mirror as you waited for Mary to finish her makeup.
A rap at the door brought you back down to Earth; Mary shouted over her blasting music: “Not YET, idiots!”
Fifteen minutes later, Mary poked her head around the corner, flashing you a toothy grin.
“Ready, babe?”
“As ready as I can be.”
“Time to find Tom Hiddleston!”
Seeing the cameras flashing from the corners of your eye only elevated your already racing heartbeat as the limousine came to a slow stop outside Christ Church’s The Nave; you could see dozens of guests climbing up the steps to the entrance, dazzling gowns beaming under the flashing lights.
“You okay, love?” Tom placed his hand over yours as you met his worried gaze.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” You whispered, squeezing his hand gently as he nodded.
“Just remember, I’m here.”
The loud crowd consumed your thoughts as the limo door opened, but you focused on Tom as he helped you out of the car. Walking up to the bottom of the stairs, you posed for a few photos.
Tom had his hand on your waist and held you close to his side; you smiled wide, stealing a few glances at him before he helped you up the steps.
Once inside, you marveled at the oak panelling across the grand room, and the Tuscan columns that led the eye all the way to the ceiling of flowers.
“One hell of a party, am I right!” Mary appeared from the crowd, Harrison close behind, drinks already in hand.
“I know I could do better,” Tom scoffed, his eyes taking in the venue space.
“Sure you could, Stanley! Hey, do I get some sort of thank you for how fucking amazing she looks?” Mary pointed at your gown, and Tom rolled his eyes, even when you could see how flushed he’d gotten.
“I’ll be sure to pay a commission for picking out the dress, Mary!”
A crowd of people towards the back of the space cheered loudly, and Mary’s attention was piqued - “Got to go, boys! A Mr. Hiddleston awaits us!”
Before Tom could protest, Mary took your hand and led you through the throngs of people, until you happened upon the cheering crowd.
And sure enough, the gracious host himself, Tom Hiddleston, was standing at the heart of the group, a glass of champagne in hand as he talked with them.
He glanced up and caught a glimpse of you and Mary, and a spark of recognition seemed to cross his features.
“Excuse me just a moment,” He said, flashing everyone a smile as he moved through the group towards you.
Mary pinched you hard in the arm as she tried to maintain her composure; Tom approached you two and smiled, lifting his glass slightly as if to say hello.
“I thought I recognized you, darling. Ms. Robinson, from New York? You run that phenomenal activism site! I heard about your gala, and I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to come,” As he continued chatting Mary up, you could tell she was in a daze; after all, she was talking with the man she’d been obsessing over for the past few weeks.
You squeezed her hand as a goodbye before you began to search for the original British men you’d come with.
A few rounds of circling the highboys around the room finally led you to Tom and Harrison, who were nursing drinks at a table against the wall.
“Why the long faces, boys?” You walked over to Tom and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dropped his head on your shoulder, sighing exasperatedly.
“Tommy is just upset he can’t throw as lavish a gala as Hiddleston can,” Harrison said, laughing when Tom flipped him off.
“I think I’m going to lose my mind if I’m here for any longer, my love,” He whispered in your ear.
As he pulled away, the DJ put on a playlist that begged for dancing, so you took Tom’s hand in yours and led him towards the dance floor at the heart of the room.
“He’s got two left feet, you know!” Harrison yelled over the blasting music.
Tom shook his head and flipped off his best friend once more, before turning to find you waving your free arm around maniacally.
Pulling you into his side, Tom leaned in impossibly close: “Have I told you how fucking amazing you look tonight, princess?”
The pet name made your heart want to burst, but you ignored the rushing adrenaline as you turned your back to him and pushed yourself up against him.
Tom grunted deep in his throat at your movements, tugging at the knot of his tie with one hand while the other wrapped itself around your waist.
Resting your head back against his chest, you swayed your hips left and right, brushing up against Tom in the most torturous way possible.
He could see the game you were playing from a mile away, and he was surprised, but insanely excited to see where you were going with this.
Following your lead, Tom leaned in and left a hot, open mouth kiss on your neck. You could feel his lips trailing up to your jaw, and for a moment, you lost yourself in the pleasure.
Tom pulled you back with firm squeeze of your ass, making you gasp as he chuckled darkly.
Turning to face him, you pulled him in close, resting your hands on his chest as he settled his own on your waist.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, baby,” He said over the loud music. The smug smirk on his face told you what he was thinking, and there was no way in hell you were letting him get away that easy.
Grabbing his hand, you guided him through the pool of sweaty bodies dancing to a secluded hallway. Tom soon realized where you’d brought him - the bathroom.
Opening the door with your hip, you dragged him inside, locking it behind you.
Before he could come up with a smug remark, you pushed Tom against the door, and pulled him close with a tug of his tie.
“Did you really think you’d won, that easily?”
“You could say that,” Tom offered as he watched you crouch down to look under the stalls. All of them were empty. As you straighten back up, he added, “Are you going to prove me otherwise?”
You silenced him with a rough, bruising kiss. It's meant to put Tom in his place instead of arousing him, but it does both, actually; his neck is flushed and his heavy-lidded eyes are trained on your lips when you finally pull back.
"If you think you can get away with beating me at my own game, you’re quite mistaken," Tom pushed himself off the door, and backed you towards the sinks.
You watched him undress with wide eyes. "If you insist." Hoisting yourself up onto the counter, you pulled the hem of your dress over your thigh.
"Music to my ears, baby," Tom quipped cheekily. He crowded in on you and pushed your knees apart. The fabric of your dress bunched up around your waist, leaving your pussy exposed. Running his hands up your thigh, he teased you with his index finger, running it up and down your slit several times, reveling in how warm you felt.
With his free hand, Tom grabbed your neck, kissing you roughly. The other excruciatingly drew circles over your folds, ever so slowly. Bringing you back to him, Tom pressed his lips against yours to quiet your keening from his touch, distracting you just enough with his tongue in your mouth, dancing sinfully with yours.
Breaking the kiss, Tom pressed his forehead against yours and grinned at you. “I’ve truly missed this, darling.”
With your chest heaving, you reached down, fumbling to unbuckle his belt. Sliding down from the counter, you pushed your dress back to fall to your knees, but Tom stopped you before you had the chance.
“Did I say you could do that, princess?”
The look in his eyes was different than before; like he’d finally decided what he wanted to do with you. Like he was going to tease you until you were nothing but a writhing mess for thinking you could do this to him, free of consequences.
Rising up from the floor, you looked at one another for what felt like an eternity, until Tom couldn’t take it anymore.
It’s now or never.
Pressing you flush against the counter, he pushed back the hem of your dress and began toying with your pussy once again. His mouth found yours, his lips soft yet rough against your own as he swallowed every moan that fell from them.
Moving from your lips to your jaw, Tom spoke between every kiss. "God, you're already dripping wet and we've barely started."
You let out another moan in response and tilted your head back until it bumped the mirror behind you. Tom reigned in his smug smile and continued to touch you until his hands were coated in your desperation. Only then did he unzip his trousers and pulled out his cock.
He was hard and leaking from the tip, but that was hardly a surprise, considering you were at his mercy. Better yet, you were eager to continue. Tom could feel your eyes on him as he gingerly stroked himself, spreading the pre-come over the head with his thumb.
“Would you please just fuck me already?" With a little maneuvering you managed to lean back on the sink's countertop, revealing glistening, dewy flesh for his gaze. You spread yourself open with your middle finger and glanced up at him.
The sight you were presenting was admittedly very tempting. Tom could easily set aside his plan and give in to what you wanted. What you both wanted, really. He was already picturing it - just his cock slipping in and out of you, your body writhing underneath him.
But he didn’t want that. Oh, no. He wanted to push you to the edge only to deny you. He wanted your climax to rip through you; drown you in pleasure. And yet...
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Tom grunted. He leaned in, aligning your bodies together. "To get what you so desperately want?”
You nodded enthusiastically, gripping the countertop in anticipation. Rocking his hips forward, Tom rubbed the length of his cock along your slick opening. You couldn’t help but gasp at the tantalizing friction, tilting your pelvis so that he could easily slip inside.
It was a subtle, clever move on your part but Tom saw right through it.
"Too bad," he murmured, taking his cock in hand again. You whimpered at the sudden loss of his body brushing against yours, but he paid no mind to your desperate pleas. "This is far more fun, don't you think?" Not waiting for a reply, he took the tip of his cock in hand and rubbed it lightly against the hood of your clit.
Your whimpering cries spurred him to keep on teasing you until your eyes were clenched tight, your chest heaving from shallow breaths.
"You like that, princess?" Tom questioned. He continued the rhythmic slide of his skin against yours.
"Yes! Yes, fuck. God, please." Your hands rove over his back, pawing at his velvet suit jacket.
"Jump off and turn around; your back facing me."
You stumbled over your heels in a haste to obey. Pulling your gown up to your waist, you flung the extra fabric into the sink next to you.
"Bend over," he ordered.
You complied, pressing yourself against the cold counter, your back arched and your cunt aching in anticipation. Tom stepped back and took a moment to appreciate the glistening juices slipping down your thighs. Fuck, I missed this view.
"Tom!" You squealed as his hand landed a resounding slap on your ass. He spanked the other cheek for good measure and this time you moaned at the contact.
"You missed this." He made it a statement, not a question, because it's obvious from your wet, dripping cunt that you were enjoying every. Fucking. Moment.
"Maybe." You couldn’t help yourself, and glanced over your shoulder at him, biting your lip. "Don’t stop now, daddy,"
Tom’s breath fell short as he heard that all-too familiar word roll off your tongue. You were the only one who could utter it and get him to fall to his knees. But not this time.
"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his cock aching with pleasure as he watched you teeter in your high heels, trying to regain control of your shaky legs. Once you had adjusted, your back a beautiful straight line and your ass pressed against his hard cock, Tom grabbed hold of your hair and lightly pulled until he was certain you could see yourself in the mirror.
"Look at that, baby," he murmured, wrapping your hair around his hand.
"What?" you gasped.
"How beautiful you are, waiting for my cock." Wasting no time, Tom gripped his erection by the base and nudged the tip between your soaking folds. The damp heat of your skin welcomed him and he shuddered from the amount of self-control it took to pause for a moment and make sure you were still looking at your reflection.
Your eyes were trained on the mirror image, and the amount of pure, unadulterated desire that was plainly etched across your face – desire for him – was enough to soften the blows from his anxiety over the past few weeks. You still wanted him.
Right now, you had this, and as Tom finally sank into the blissfully tight, velvety heat of your pussy, he vowed to make every minute worth its while. For you.
As the end of the year approached faster than a bullet, Tom was spending longer hours at the office and less time with you.
There were only a few days left before the new year would ring in, and he had to make the most of his time at work; home would always be waiting for him.
Or so he thought.
Just as he finished wrapping up yet another expense report for the board, Tom heard a loud knock at his office door.
“Come in, it’s open,” Tom didn’t bother to see who crossed the threshold until he heard a painstakingly familiar voice across the way.
“Glad to see you’ve got some consideration for your company, Thomas.”
His father walked with confidence as Tom met him halfway, his hands fidgeting with his cufflinks as he took in his father’s gaze.
“What’re you doing here?”
“That’s no way to speak to your father, boy. Besides… I come bearing bloody brilliant news.” Dom glanced back at the empty wet bar in the back of the room, and rolled his eyes. “We can celebrate later, I suppose.”
“What’s the news?” Tom asked, brows furrowed together as he crossed his arms in annoyance.
Clearing his throat, Dom flashed his son a wicked smile as he handed him a yellow manila folder, two tickets clipped to the front.
Tokyo.
“I want you to kick off the new year spearheading the brand-new company headquarters out of Toyko. Should only take a year, if all goes well.”
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Almost 2k celebration: Talbott Winger or Bill Weasley with 3 & 48. I would love to see what you can write for this, especially with how depressed I am right now over the sudden passing of our youngest dog. Congrats on almost 2k followers! And thank you for sharing your amazing stories with us.
Lovebirds
Harry Potter (HPHM) - Talbott Winger x Reader
3. I was dropped into a cave and you were my flashlight.
Wordcount: 1.7k
Warnings: talk of death, talk of grief, but mostly fluff
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A/N: Focusing on 3 for this one since I just posted a story based on 48. Also, I’m so sorry, love. My family just lost a dog yesterday, too, so I’m sending my love and support your way. I hope for healing for your family and that their memory will be a blessing.
You were contentedly eating your lunch in the courtyard when Rowan flicked open her copy of the Daily Prophet as had been your routine since the start of the school year. Rowan summarized for you the latest news. You listened for hints about the whereabouts of your brother, and together you enjoyed the good weather before Scotland became an uninhabitable slog of snow and bitter chill.
You took a bite of your sandwich and looked up as Rowan continued to read the sports report when something on the front page caught your eye.
It wasn’t the moving photo of the Minister’s latest trade meeting with the President of MACUSA or the striking headline about the current dittany’s shortages impact on potions prices.
No, it was something much smaller, a single line of start letters that sat just below the large script that read “The Daily Prophet”: today’s date.
At the sight of it, your stomach turned cold and you suddenly weren’t hungry anymore.
“I have to go,” you mumbled as you abandoned your food to the cobblestone and scooped up your bags. Rowan looked up from the paper, shocked at your flustered departure. But you didn’t have time to explain. You were sprinting out of the courtyard without even a nod in goodbye. Rowan could only shout at your back that she’d bring the things you left behind to your dorm as you made your way deftly out through the castle grounds.
You were completely winded by the time you made it to the Owlery. The silence of the normally squawking creatures let you know that indeed Talbott was finding refuge among the birds. Of all the things your boyfriend was, on some days he was rather predictable.
As you entered, you saw only the tall expanse of his back, straight and strong clocked in his house robes. His hair was well slicked, brushing lightly at his collar due to lack of clipping. A small flock of owls surrounded him as he cupped his hands in front of him, holding what you assumed to be birdseed. Your own owl was among them, perching herself happily upon Talbott’s shoulder, like she could sense your love for him upon his skin. Inside her beak was a small golden chain that she was pulling from his neck. You knew that at the other end of that chain sat a long white feather, the presence of which was the whole reason why today was so hard.
“I’m here,” you said as you caught your breath, taking hesitant steps into the space that was in some ways a sanctuary for Talbott. You weren’t sure how welcomed you were to intrude upon Talbott’s own personal memorial service. “I’m here if you want me. And I’m sorry.”
When Talbott turned, you expected the small water lines that ran down his face, glistening in the midday light that cascaded in through the domed roof of the tower. You did not expect that where those lines met his lips you’d find a smile, true and pure and directed at you.
“Hi, dear,” he said, lifting his fingers to scratch lightly at the neck of your bird. She nuzzled into Talbott’s hair. You’d dare say she was as enamored as you were with the boy.
You hesitated, “Are you… okay?”
“No,” Talbott said honestly, “But I will be.”
He offered you another smile, and you felt it weird that on the anniversary of losing his parents, he seemed to be more interested in comforting you.
As if sensing your confusion, he beckoned you forward. Soon, you were in the crux of his arm, the remaining birdseed upon his fingers scattered into the corners of the room. Talbott gently guided you to the oriel to peer upon the beautiful Scottish countryside and Hogsmeade just a mile beyond.
You weren’t sure what to do as his arms engulfed you from behind. He rested his chin upon your shoulder as you looked out at the beauty of the vast world you called home, a world in which Talbott, at such a young age, had to fight tooth and nail to simply survive, a world that was as cold and evil and unyielding as it was thrilling and magical and tender.
Talbott offered a light kiss to your jaw as he hummed in contentment.
“I didn’t expect you to be so… pleasant today,” you said, hoping your words didn’t offend.
Talbott only laughed, “A year ago and I wouldn’t have been.”
He pulled away from you to rest his hands upon the windowsill, supporting himself as his gaze moved upward to take in the cirrus clouds above.
After a moment, you noticed tears were rolling down his face once more. He turned to look at you and when he spoke, his voice was not laced with any of the sadness you assumed still filled his soul.
“When I think about my parents, I don’t remember many details. Sure, I remember my mom teaching me how to fly and I remember that night that—“ Talbott took a breath before continuing. “But the mundane memories aren’t there, just this vague impression, like an aura. When I think about us, about our life together, I just see and feel this warmth. Love, if that makes sense.”
You nodded and moved closer to the window yourself, not sure if you were strong enough to maintain his soulful gaze.
Talbott continued, “My parents loved each other so much. They sacrificed everything to be together and to make the world a better place for me. On this day for the past ten years or so, that absence was all I could think about. When my parents died, they took that warmth with them.”
You were listening but your eyes were focused on the emerald of the rolling hills. Talbott’s long fingers tapped at your chin, gently coaxing your eyes back towards him. His face was close now, just inches away so that you could see all the individual hairs of his long arched brows, pulled together in seriousness.
“I was just shrouded in darkness. I was dropped into a cave,” he paused, scanning your face for something you weren’t sure of. You bit your lip a little as you took him in and his fingers reached upon the windowsill to remove your grip, interlocking your fingers as he pulled your hand up to his chest.
His next words were soft, sure, and slow.
“And you were my flashlight.”
A single tear rolled down his nose as he leaned forward to kiss your knuckles.
“I love you,” you blurted as you felt yourself crying in turn. Your boyfriend was not one for many words, opting instead to defuse his emotions with a pun or a strong lift of his eyebrow. But this speech, this piece of his heart open and on the table before you, was the last piece of the puzzle you needed to see the picture before you. And what a beautiful picture it was to love this man, to envision a future in which you two might fight for your love and your family the same way his parents did.
Talbott pulled his eyes from your palm to meet your gaze. He was smiling once more, though that annoyed sort of cheeky smile that was such a staple of his face.
“Just like you to steel my thunder,” he said before kissing your nose. “I love you, too.”
The words flowed so easily from his mouth like he had said them millions of time, not the nervous sort of rambling you’d expect from the first sharing of such a sentiment between you. But then your mind processed what he meant. He had been planning to tell you today that he loved you. Maybe it was the millionth time he had said it, only the first he had let it reach your ears.
You leaned in to kiss him on the lips properly, running your fingers through the hairs at the base of his neck and tugging yourself taut against his chest. His arms wasted not a single moment in grabbing at your hips, holding you steady as he leaned you back. Talbott wouldn’t want anyone else to know, but you were always amazed by just how adept he was with his lips, his tongue, his hands, his eagle-like precision carrying into even his affection for you.
Just as he started to nip at your lips, to press you against the stone of the wall, he pulled away. A third of his smiles found his face, the one he gave in triumph, when he knew he had flustered you wholly.
And flustered you were. Your lips were puffy and swollen, your heart pounding at even just the memory of his tongue dancing with your own, and your mind a fog with love and desire for him.
You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet when he began talking again.
“What do you say to a date tonight? We two lovebirds take a flight around town, have dinner, enjoy each other? Reclaim today as something good?”
“I’d like that,” you said as Talbott took your hand to rejoin the rest of the school in the daily ritual of classes and study sessions, clubs and dinners.
Talbott smiled, “I think my mum would, too.”
Only then did you notice the new weight upon your neck, the delicate chain of gold that softly scratched at your collar bone, upon which sat a long white feather of a woman whom you might never get the pleasure of meeting but whose love and care you knew too well.
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wip thurs-wednesday cause i was too sleepy last night
Titan managed to straddle the line separating gaudy and beautiful without committing to either. The domes that enclosed the luxury resorts were made of reinforced glass and etched with patterns, some swirling and organic, others geometric and rigid. The lightning that the moon was famous for danced above, splitting the dark clouds and refracting across the patterns in the glass, scattering rainbows onto tile floors. A constant methane drizzle pattered on the domes.
The resorts themselves were filled with greenery—flowers bright as nebulas, jungle vines that crept up trees and trellises, and leaves so big you could use them as dinner plates. The carefully curated ecosystem was pollinated by a mixture of real hummingbirds, bright and twitchy as children’s toys, and nanotech bugs that carefully selected which plants to cross, which to let die. The flora was landscaped to look wild, to look as if it would swallow the dome whole if left unchecked. But all around the dome, horticulturists bullied the plants back and carefully maintained the illusion of disorder.
That was all Titan was to Holden—an illusion. Outside of the domes, methane lakes were waiting to drown unwary rovers, and the sun only managed to squeak a few rays through the moon’s thick atmosphere. Far away from the gaze of tourists, Belters worked the fertilizer factories and methane wells that buoyed the moon’s economy.
Hydrocarbons and hooch. Those were the two things that cemented Titan as one of the most prosperous moons in the system. Holden smiled grimly to himself at the thought.
“What are you laughing at?” Naomi asked him. She poked a finger into the meat of his arm as if in emphasis. Her nails, normally kept blunt and utilitarian, were longer than normal—a testament to the easy, drama-free flight from Luna to Titan, Holden supposed.
“Nothing. Just this place, I guess.” He caught the offending finger between his thumb and pointer finger, trapping it for a moment before lacing his fingers through Naomi’s.
“Promise me you’re going to try and have fun here,” Naomi chided him gently, squeezing his hand.
“I will. I promise to start having fun as soon as Amos’ brings our drinks over.”
“Sitting here talking to me isn’t fun for you?” Naomi pulled her hand away in mock indignation, clutching it as if he had burned her. There was a smile threatening the corners of her exaggerated frown, and Holden felt affection bloom warm in his chest.
He tried to think of something witty to say back, but settled on the sincerity he knew she would tease him for. “I always have fun with you.”
Surprisingly, he found his earnestness reflected in her soft grin. “Good,” she said, and placed her hand on his thigh.
Holden was about to lean in and kiss her when Amos trundled up to the table, three glasses balanced in his hands. “Margaritas,” he announced, setting one down in front of each of them. “Double strong and made with real tequila. None of that rice wine shit.”
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The domed roof of the hut sagged under the weight of the snow. Every so often Swift and Steady would rise from his pallet of pine needles, hoping that he would not wake his lover, and brush snow from the smoke hole. When the snow piled it become stuffy and the lingering scent of thickened smoke became sickening. The bark and reeds covering the hut were successful in cutting the morning’s bitter wind. The deerskin flap was held firmly in place with hooks, the wind occasionally buffeting against it, sucking it in than out and creating the occasional slapping sound. It was this sound that had woken Swift and Steady to begin with, this sound that had reminded him that the smoke inhalation was irritating and would disrupt his sleep. Not that it mattered, the sun was close to rising now and he found that sleep alluded him.
Swift and Steady looked up his lover. Admired the way his antlers hung off the pillow, the soft, velvety fuzz that he occasionally stroked as they embraced. Swift and Steady knelt at the pallet and caressed the antler with his knuckles, with the back of his hand, and smiled. His lover stirred, eyes squeezed shut, lips curled in the naive smile of sleep that could not anticipate the hardships of the day. His lover reached out, found no purchase in a body next to him, and curled his knees toward his chest, a pill bug beneath the woolen blankets.
———
Swift and Steady donned the ornamental crown of his tribesmen. He had been crowned chieftain by the elders and today he was to perform one facet of his duties: treaty with the civilized.
It was important that the sacred lands, that the burial grounds of his people remain their own to hunt, to gather, to grow and cultivate. Intrusion upon these lands would be an affront to his father and his father before him. These great men and women who wore the ceremonial crown of his tribesmen before him and who had held the line when the wolves of the castle came to circle their prey.
Blessed by Sunlight moved closely to his side. He found the empty space between palm and hip and laced his fingers into Swift and Steady’s fingers. He give a quick squeeze, strong, firm, but tender. The two men looked to each other, each just glancing from the corner of his eye, to find his partner steadfast beside him. Swift and Steady leaned slightly, pressed his shoulder into Blessed by Sunlight’s shoulder, leaned his antlers toward his partner until they rubbed gently, then straightened.
“Have my scouts reported,” Blessed by Sunlight asked.
“Not yet,” Swift and Steady replied. “But the day has only recently graced us with the light of dawn. The King Regent will be slow in arriving. He is unaccustomed to cruelties of winter this far from the amenities of his castle.
“The wind drifts are half a man tall in some places,” said Blessed by Sunlight. His reply was no more than a nod from Swift and Steady.
The smells of the breaking fast of the tribesmen pulled Swift and Steady from his thoughtfulness. His stomach was the thousand knots of a bird’s nest. He groaned. Equal parts hunger and nervousness. Blessed by Sunlight sensed his unease. “You hunger but fear the retribution of your stomach?”
Swift and Steady provided another nod then adjusted the floral crown that wrapped about his antlers. Purple crocus, hellebores, berry laden holly and juniper. Come spring this crown which spoke for his people would take on a new life as the warmer, wetter months ushered in flora of new varieties.
A young woman dressed in camouflaging clothing, clothing that was sun bleached to a stark white with dark lines to mimic the bramble and branches of the woods, emerged from the tree line surrounding the clearing. “They arrive, brother.”
“Have you informed the elders?” Swift and Steady asked.
“I have made it known to them that arrival is imminent,” she replied.
Blessed by Sunlight squeezed Swift and Steady’s hand, a hand grown clammy with cold sweat. It is a small comfort to be by your side, Swift and Steady mused. He squeezed back.
His sister stared at him, her gaze lingered on the lovers, worry — a paragraph quickly written atop her brow. “You think I’m wrong, you don’t believe what the gods have told me? You don’t believe that the elders have sold me, have sold us — all of us, to be enslaved so they can know comfort before death?” His whisper was cold, acerbic.
“In my life I have never doubted you, brother. I only worry that what comes to pass may be our undoing regardless of outcome.”
Swift and Steady’s eyes softened. This moment of fear could infect them all, a darkening cloud spreading amongst them, a torrential storm to flood out the gates of strength and wash them all away.
“Today, sister, we fight against tyranny, against rulers who have little respect for the ways of our people. Against rules who would have us shave our proud antlers to nubbins simply to integrate into their society. Whose tyranny is further forced upon us by elders tempted by the honey pot of greed,” he paused listening. The song of the summer bird whistled through the mellow murmurs of morning. “The time is now.”
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The King Regent wore the colors of his highness, a deep purple and rosebud red. The namesake red flower was stitched into the tabard of the bannermen beside him. The purple tabards did little to hid the chainmail beneath, though it was no sign of aggression it did not ease the mind of Swift and Steady as he wondered at the outcome of this day.
“Lord,” Swift and Steady said, nodding his head in accordance to the politics of the court. In this Swift and Steady saw himself, carried himself as an equal. “For generations the people of your kingdom have traded with my people, even before there was castle proper, so the oral histories have told me. I stand before you as chieftain. I am chosen by the elders as the highest emissary to you and your king whenever conflict should arrive. I am Swift and Steady, high chieftain of the Uk’uroth tribe.”
The King Regent nodded. Swift and Steady continued, “Today we meet to make treatise until the next mid-winter. After we have agreed upon terms we will, as always and ever, invite you to share in our customs of song and story, and to dine with us.” He stopped, gave time for the King Regent to reply but silence rang out for an uncomfortable moment. Swift and Steady let the silence linger and then spoke again, “I suspect you have the terms...”
The King Regent raised his arm high into the air and swiped in an arc away from his body. The summer birds sang in a chorus befitting a morning typically followed by the longest of days, yet winter still held fast. There was a scramble in the woodlands about them. The sounds of drawn bowstrings thrummed but no arrow met its target. Men and women grunted, shouted in pain, and then the silence, the awkward, uncomfortable silence returned — this time Swift and Steady held his tongue.
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What to bring on a Picnic 🧺 👒✨
~A checkered blanket/white sheet to sit on
~A wicker basket bag, or a canvas tote
~A little dish of fruit (cherries, oranges, berries, grapes...)
~A charcuterie board with an assortment of cheese, meats, & a French baguette or some croissants and homemade jelly
~For dessert bring a slice of cake, freshly baked pie, or some fruit tarts
~A chilled bottle of wine & some crystal glasses (preferably a rosé)
~A bouquet of roses for decoration or some wildflowers to scatter on your blanket
~A good book or magazine is a must
~A film or Polaroid camera
~Wear your favorite floral print sundress and some frilly lingerie underneath
~Leave your hair down or tie it back with a strand of lace or ribbon
~If it is sunny, bring a straw hat, bonnet, or a lacy parasol
~Go barefoot or wear shoes that you can easily kick off
~Optional: bring antique porcelain dishes or a cutting board to serve your food on & a wicker food dome to prevent bugs
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Exclusive excerpt of Rudy Rucker's new novel: Million Mile Road Trip
Rudy Rucker's 23rd novel is out today! It's called Million Mile Road Trip. Rudy is one of my all-time favorite authors and he has kindly given me permission to run an excerpt here.
“Stratocast”
An Excerpt from Million Mile Road Trip
by Rudy Rucker
2,300 Words
April 22, 2019
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Villy’s brother Scud and the Szep alien Pinchley are in front seat of the highly modified car that they call the purple whale. Zoe and Villy are in back.
Villy’s two-thirds-size Flying Vee guitar is alive. Basically the instrument is a female alien. She stretches her neck so she can nuzzle Zoe’s black guitar, who is male. The instruments chime softly to each other. Villy thinks of them as a pair of race horses that he and Zoe are about to ride.
“Or magic broomsticks,” says Zoe inside Villy’s head. The guitars seem to be giving them telepathy.
Scud uses his powers to levitate the purple whale high into the air. Pinchley guns the engine—and nothing whatsoever happens. Oh, right, the gigundo tires are spinning in empty air.
“You’ll do that stratocast thing now?” says Scud. “Is that the word?”
Zoe stares into Villy’s eyes. She looks zonky and vamp. Like a goth rocker. They poise fingers on their frets. Each of them holds a triangle of seashell for a pick. Zoe nods her head once and: Zam deedle squee.
In her head, Zoe’s leading the way, sailing the sonic sea, and Villy’s close behind. The two of them do a virtual dance in music-space, orbiting each other like strands of DNA, growing a heaven-tree of sound. Sweet. Villy didn’t know Zoe could play guitar like this. But, um, the car’s still not moving. It’s just floating there.
Zoe breaks off, embarrassed, and begins tuning her guitar, or trying to, except that it doesn’t actually have tuning pegs. The car hangs in the air like a ripe fruit, very slowly drifting forward.
So now Villy and Zoe eat some of their curiously energizing caraway seeds, pretty much a whole teaspoon of them apiece, crunching the seeds with their back molars. Villy definitely feels a lift. He sees colored shapes from the corners of his eyes. Like virtual pastel caraways. When he turns his head, the quick bright crescents scoot out of sight. They’re hella shy.
“I see the colored things too,” says Zoe. “Smeel boomerangs. We’ll chase them with our notes. Stratocast a goblin march.”
“That’s not science,” says pedantic kid brother Scud.
“Shut your crack,” snaps Villy.
Zoe strikes a fresh chord. She goes for a bluesy beat, a cycling rhythm beneath jai-alai scribbles of smeely grace notes. Villy gets into it as well, gazing towards the horizon as he plays. In his peripheral vision the smeel crescents creep forward. They’re like frail, lace-winged insects edging the cones of his eyebeam headlights. He gooses them with pecks of his pick.
So, yaaar, Villy and Zoe are playing at a new level now, into the flow, elaborating riffs like logical syllogisms, and where the hell is Villy getting words like this.
The purple whale begins moving. Slow, then fast, borne upon the stratocast of sound. They rush across the Jell-O-salad expanse of the Harmony basin, swifter than a strafing jet. At the wheel, pilot Pinchley tweaks their path, trimming the flaps, sloping a route that crosses the basin’s far border much sooner than seems possible. Scud levitates for all he’s worth, barely making it above the ridge between Harmony and the next basin.
“Close shave,” goes Scud. “Those mountains came up fast.”
“Hundred thousand miles per,” gloats alien Pinchley, talking like a hillbilly the way he likes to do. “Make some noise, Zoe-Villy. This new basin is called Wristwatch, I do recall.”
Villy peers down, putting his guitar fingers into a reptile-brain ostinato mode. The Wristwatch basin is cogs and gears, a vast array of them, slowly turning, with levers and springy coils and, weirdly, big patches of honey here and there, clogging up the works. Ants in the soft honey, timekeeper ants. How can Villy be seeing such tiny details with them careening past so fast?
“Frog tongue eyebeam,” goes Zoe. She looks very cryp and glam, with glowons highlighting the outlines of her far-gone face. She’s playing Coptic seven-tone crescendos, accompanied by teep images of, like, jackal-headed gods marching into a pharaoh’s tomb, and semi-unwrapped mummy-girls shaking their booties beside the curly purling of the river Nile.
Villy harmonizes, making a sound like the argle-bargle of man-eating crocs. As he plays, he comes to understand what Zoe’s remark meant. That is, even though they’re topping a thousand miles a minute, it’s possible, what with their caraway-seed-enhanced mental powers, to shoot out an eyebeam quick as a frog’s bug-catching tongue, and to leave your eyebeam in place for a few secs, and thereby to vacuum up a mini video of what is/was happening there. Frog tongue eyebeam, yes.
Goofing on the Wristwatch basin, Villy notices independent little batches of cogs and worm-gears bustling around on their own, rooting at the planetary timepiece and prying off toothsome wheels to take unto themselves. For its part, the basin-wide master-clock is of course eating as many of the ticking freebooter assemblages as it can—sometimes trapping them in the ants’ honey-ponds.
Lots of time down there. And then the time’s up. They squeak over another ridge.
“Cuttle Scuttle Swamp,” intones Pinchley.
A flying cuttlefish thuds against the grill of the car, sending them into a wrenching 3D tumble. They’re in danger of blacking out from the centrifugal gees. Zoe bears down on her guitar and gets into feedback mode. The internal amp drives the strings that drive the amp that drives the strings—a jitter of skronks and wheenks. Dark energy on parade. Somehow the way-sick bleat sets their yawing vessel aright. Thank you, primordial chaos.
Scud in the front seat has become wary. Looking far ahead, he zaps the next incoming cuttlefish before it arrives. Not that the cuttlefish are attacking them, per se. They’re into some intramural scene of their own. A civil war?
Two populations of cuttlefish inhabit Cuttle Scuttle Swamp: red ones and green ones. The red ones fly, beating their skirt-fins, and the green ones disport themselves in the shallow, smeely waters. The air cuttles dive down at the water cuttles, and the water cuttles power themselves into the air like breaching manatees. When two cuttles collide, they tangle their tentacles and—are they biting each other?
“Making love,” says Zoe, and she segues her solo into a steamy, insinuating beat. “Gettin’ down. Like you and me, Villy.”
Villy crafts a squalid bass line to match Zoe’s mood. He’s never played this well. Basins flit past. For half an hour, he and Zoe are fully zoned into the stratocast. And then they happen to notice the landscape again.
“Gold Bug basin,” goes Pinchley. The dude has the whole sector mapped inside his head.
Shiny black beetles are excavating galleries and crafting lacy mounds. Beetles like the living cars of the Van Cott streets, but less citified. More tribal. Their antennae bear rows of sideways branches. The beetles fart explosive gas to help with their excavations. Ftoom. They’re digging for lumps of gold. A midnight-blue beetle displays a large nugget in triumphant mandibles. Villy’s focus twitches forward from the prize nugget to the next highlight—a crater filled with dome-backed beetles waving their fringed June-bug antennae and worshipping a golden beetle-god the size of a blimp. Glowons add to the graven idol’s luster.
The appreciative Villy and Zoe glide into a shimmering musical fantasia of lush flourishes. Scud torques the car up over the beetle basin’s onrushing ridge. Pinchley trims their onward course. The four travelers take a feral pleasure in their phantasmagoric speed. More basins and more.
“How do you know which direction to go?” Scud asks Pinchley.
“Thar she blows,” goes the Szep. “See the plume out yonder?”
Villy slits his eyes in order to do a mental zoom—and he’s able to see a downy upright feather on the far horizon, a thunderhead of clouds that must tower a thousand miles high.
“The cloud over Szep City,” says Pinchley. “That’s the one we call Sky Castle. You’ll go there later. But for now, here comes the li’l ole basin that we call Funky Broadway.”
Zoe chimes a downward arpeggio, and Villy stays in teepful sync. Funky Broadway is a world of living cities, blocky hives trundling across a fruited plain. The cities are inhabited by races of monkeys. Here and there pairs of cities batten onto each other. Their primate passengers clamber from one metropolis to the other. Ape-men brandish exquisite works of art in offer for trade—only to be taken prisoner by brutal lower orders who feed the unfortunate captives into meat-grinder gear-trains embedded in the lowest foundations of the towns.
Zoe plays the sounds of stabbing cries, and Villy styles moony evocations of wasted lives. A heart-searing duet. And that’s just a start. Zoe and Villy lose themselves in ever-richer stratocast harmonies, sailing across more basins and more.
“Paramecium Pond.”
It’s a five-thousand-mile puddle that is a luminous shade of yellow-green, vibrant with algae, shiny with microorgasmic tides. Paramecia, amoeba, volvoxes, rotifers—teeming, breeding, and consuming their fellows when they can.
“An octillion in all,” says science-boy Scud. There’s quite the teepy vibe inside the car by now, what with the living Harmon guitars, the saucer pearl, the kids’ mental acrobatics, and Pinchley’s off-kilter state.
As they fly above Paramecium Pond, Zoe and Villy spin a sludgy mat of notes—a recursive musical fugue. Right about now the microorganisms’ population count seems to be dropping at a logarithmic rate. The individual cells are eating each other and getting bigger—like rivals climbing up through the brackets of a tournament tree. A mere billion of them remain. A thousand. A hundred. And then—but one. A paramecium the size of a continent.
The slimy titan lolls in the planetary pond. A plutocrat in a bathtub. Suddenly the glowing waters slosh. Something’s wrong? A dark spot has appeared upon the tyrant’s ciliated pellicle hide. A raging infection, a rogue colony of his erstwhile lower companions. The master paramecium springs a leak and—pop—he’s back to square one. An octillion rivals in a planetary pool of goo.
Inspired by the scene, Zoe and Villy craft a bombastic rock anthem. More and more worlds strobe past.
Trumpeting the thousand names of the alien god Goob-goob, elephants carry smaller elephants to and fro, building elephantine mounds that stretch into the sky. Pinchley steers among the wobbly columns, and, where necessary, Scud zaps a grabby trunk.
Milk-spurting udders flop in high green grass. Towering flowers chide the udders in snobby British accents. Vines sprout floating cucumbers like miniature zeppelins. Tiny uniformed airmen gather on the taut hulls to dance hornpipe jigs.
Mermen and sirens loll beside a glassy black sea. Loch Ness monsters ply the inky waters, their heads like prows of Viking ships.
A sky full of barking dogs, with a suburban grid of doghouses below. Sinister rabbits slink from doghouse to doghouse eating puppies, quite heedless of the fruitful carrot patches in the doghouse yards.
Wee gnomes juggle bristly ogres in the air. Steaming cauldrons of porridge await. The ogres dwindle to raisins in the mush.
Flying jellyfish carry shrimp-people. The treacherous shrimps set the jellies to lashing each other with stinging strands. Beneath the fray, striped sea snails cheer and toss bouquets to the shrimp.
Hopeful pigs join snouts in pairs, disk to disk. They spin upwards like helicopters, shedding rashers of bacon that settle onto slippery, overcrowded streets.
Hippos in a basin of braided rivers that cascade from the cliffs along the basin’s edge. Flying bales of alfalfa appear. The hippos roar in joy, showing stubby peg-like teeth.
A herd of sinister eyeballs rolls across a plain, forever watching a commanding central figure who feeds upon attention.
All along they’ve been moving in parallel to Groon’s jet stream. If Villy squints his eyes, he can make out the steady flow of saucers within. The Szep City cloud called Sky Castle is no longer so impossibly far. Onward.
Zoe and Villy stratocast the purple whale across a watery basin rife with whirlpools that split and merge. Above the sea, tornadoes fill the misty air, as if mirroring the maelstroms below. Small, isolated thunderheads scud among the tornadoes, exchanging lightning bolts like phrases in a ceaseless conversation.
In the next basin, crystals sprout like hoarfrost ferns, then snap loose and tumble, transforming themselves like shards in a kaleidoscope. Arpeggios ring from the crystals, rising towards an elusive climax. Zoe’s and Villy’s rhythms push the swelling harmony over the edge. The crystals shatter into specks that spring into the sky.
And now comes a basin that’s entirely filled by a single, planet-sized human corpse. Pygmies and homunculi feast upon it, like fiddler crabs on a dead dolphin.
Gray light, a drizzle of steady rain. Fish walk on pairs of legs. Chickens in mortarboards declaim from ladders.
Crawling naked brains play cards and promenade in patterns. A supernal book of wisdom takes shape amid the brains. Living pairs of scissors dart forward and snip the book’s pages to confetti.
“One last basin before Szep City,” says Pinchley. “The Pit. It’s like a deep well with Groon at the bottom.” The dark Pit’s walls are vertical, like the vent of a volcano. The jet stream they’ve been tracking—it makes a turn here and dives into the Pit. A wailing drone sounds from the abyss.
Pinchley pumps his arms as if he’s dancing a jig. “Groon’s music,” he says. “He’s a giant bagpipe. Levitate your ass off, Scud. No way we want to be sucked to the bottom of the Pit or, worse than that, end up inside Groon’s sack.”
Naturally, life being the way it is, the purple whale ends up in a downward death spiral around a whirlwind that runs into the Pit. It’s like they’re moths around a flame, or kids around an ice cream stand, or hayseeds around a county fair burlesque show.
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Fallen Valkyrie, pt14
Word Count: 1991
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Eira sat in the tall grass, legs crossed in front of her, leaning back against a tree. Thor’s head was in her lap, and she was running her fingers through his hair while he fed her grapes. It was idyllic and perfect and the only thing ruining her perfect enjoyment of the day was the knowledge that Odin disapproved of the two of them together. She tried not to think about her ill-fated romance, and instead focused merely on the romantic part of it. She was spending the day with the man with whom she thought she might be falling in love.
She smiled and leaned down, meeting his lips with her own.
“We could go to another realm, Eira. And be wed there. Stay there. Somewhere my father couldn’t prevent us from being together.” Thor’s voice was a deep rumble in his chest.
“Is there a realm where the Allfather does not have influence?” Eira laughed. “We can stay here. Prove that we have good reason to be together. I do not mind the wait. We are not in our dotage. We have centuries ahead of us.”
Thor sat up and faced her, cupping her cheek in his hand. He leaned across her, balancing with his hand on her opposite hip. His touch gave her shivers.
“You are like no woman I have ever met, Eira Sigbjornsdottir. Any other woman of court would be pushing for a quick wedding, happy to defy my father for a chance to reign by my side. And you are content to wait.” He kissed her, gently. His hand traveled down her hip, over the coarse linen of her hangarok, his body covering hers.
“Some things are worth the wait, Thor,” Eira responded, her voice soft. She ran a hand down his bare arm.
“And yet, I find myself impatient.” Thor pushed the strap of her hangarok to one side, and slipped the edge of her tunic away from her shoulder. He trailed his lips down her neck to the hollow of her throat. Eira tangled her fingers in his hair, and pulled his face back to hers.
“A prince deserves a maiden on his wedding day,” Eira teased him, her voice barely a whisper. He kissed her again, but it was a kiss of resignation.
“If I was the one to remove her maidenhood, she would still have been a maid,” he argued, but he knew it was no use. Eira laughed.
“That will hardly convince your father of my worth. Or yours.” She pulled her knees up to her chest, and wiggled out from between his arms. She stood and dusted off the back of her dress.
“There is a beautiful lake not far from here. Do you swim?” She offered him a hand. He smirked and took it, pulling her back down on top of him. He quickly rolled on top of her and pressed his mouth to hers. His thighs pressed painfully against hers and without thinking, she spread her legs, allowing his hips to press completely against hers. Her breath caught in her throat and she pushed against his chest.
“Eira –“ Thor moaned in frustration, but rolled off her.
“The lake is cold. Shall we swim?” Eira smiled and pushed herself to her feet. Thor nodded and followed her down the trail to the water. As soon as she caught sight of the water, Eira started to unclasp her brooches and pull off her hangarok, running toward the water. She hopped on one foot, then another, pulling her boots off, and dropped everything on the sandy beach.
“Race you in!” She called, deviously. Thor started to run and strip, trying to catch up. He scooped her up when he caught up with her and carried her into the water, dropping her in when he was waist deep. Eira shrieked and sputtered as she came back to the surface. She laughed and splashed him in feigned anger. His laugh was booming as he sought to retaliate, and then he stopped, his pupils dilating. He clenched his hands at his sides and looked away from her.
“Eira, if you seek to remain a maid until our wedding, you need to leave the water, and dry yourself. I cannot look at you with your tunic so-“ He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at her. Eira looked down and gasped, realizing what he was able to see through the thin linen of her light undertunic. She pulled the fabric away from her skin, and made her way to the shore, quickly pulling her hangarok back over the soaking garment.
“Mayhap you need to take me home now, Thor.” Eira fought to control the flushing in her cheeks. He nodded and waded back to shore. He picked his tunic off the ground and handed it to her.
“This will help to keep you warmer,” he offered. She pulled it over her head and laced her fingers in his.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, feeling foolish. Thor dipped his head and kissed her forehead.
“Tis not your fault.”
The palace guard escorted her down a long corridor for what felt like ages. Finally he turned left and opened a door, leading her into a library. The walls seemed to reach the heavens, meeting finally at a domed roof that was painted with the night sky. Eira stared up at what must have been thousands of books, and manuscripts. It left her breathless. She walked over to the nearest wall, and ran her fingers along the spines of the books, savouring the feel of the different binding materials against her fingers, from smooth, to rough, to smooth. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of parchment, vellum, ink and dust.
“If I am to be your teacher, you will be meeting me here for lessons,” Loki sounded angry. Eira immediately felt defensive and dropped her hand from the bookshelf as though she was trying to make herself smaller.
“This library is amazing.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say that wouldn’t raise his ire.
“I did not appreciate being ordered to give you lessons, Lady Eira.” Loki’s shoulders were tight and his jaw was squared, as though he was having a hard time controlling his rage.
“We are back to formalities then, Your Highness,” Eira sighed.
“I think that is better, considering,” Loki shrugged.
“Considering? And if I am to be your sister, should we not be less formal?” Eira snapped.
“The Allfather will never grant Thor’s suit. His desire for you will fade with each obstacle Father puts up, and you will fade back into the country, forgotten. It is better that we behave as strangers again. It will be easier for you,” Loki explained. Eira felt as though she had been slapped, and her immediate response was to lash back. His face snapped to one side as her hand connected with his cheek.
“You don’t get to speak to me like I am offal, Your Highness. Your pride is hurt, your ego bruised. You’ve been ordered to obey your father, to the benefit of all the realms. Stop behaving like a petulant child,” Eira threatened.
“You made me want you!” Loki raged. Eira threw her arms up in surrender.
“Do you think I did that to you on purpose? Loki, you are my friend. You are my secret keeper. I would never knowingly do something to endanger that!” She protested. “Do you not think I was as horrified as you by what I had done? I have never been more regretful.”
Loki softened momentarily, before turning away. He stalked across the room to the window.
“You have much to learn, Eira. Your magic is raw. You exhaust yourself every time you are on the battlefield. That will take its toll, take years from your life. So the first thing I am going to teach you is control. Have you been able to make the sphere without thinking about bedding my brother?” He pulled a book from the shelf and opened it on a table nearby.
Eira flushed, unsure if she should correct him or just answer. She opted just to answer.
“Yes. When I was in Alfheim.”
“Good. We’ll spend the morning working on making your sphere larger, and more reliable. Stable magic is the foundation for strength.” He pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit. She complied, and he sat across from her. He reached out and took her hands in his, holding them cupped.
“Bring forth the sphere, Eira,” Loki requested. Eira willed it into place.
“It has been stronger since Alfheim,” she offered.
“Good. You can store your energy in a sphere like this, and will it into and out of being whenever you need it. The more energy you store, the less you will draw on your own reserves. This is particularly important in the heat of battle. You should spend some time working on building this magic daily. It will not deplete once the energy is in there,” Loki explained.
“Once the magic is in the sphere it stays there?” Eira was confused. “What happens when I use it?”
“Imagine a sheep bladder. When it is empty, it is small, but once you start filling it, and stretching it, it holds more volume. If you fill it slowly, it will stretch and give and allow more and more in. So your sphere will stretch and hold infinite amounts of magic. In the process, it builds more magic. That’s how magic works. Magically.” Loki sounded frustrated.
“But you’re saying that by storing some of my energy, I make the energy in the sphere unlimited,” Eira’s brow furrowed, lost.
“Somewhat. It will only provide the amount of energy you have stored, and then it will stop working, depleted. But after a time, it will have refreshed, and can be used again. Sometimes it takes a day, sometimes many days. So you see why it is important to store much energy in it?” Loki clarified, twirling the fingers on his right hand and bringing his own sphere into view. Eira let her sphere flicker away and reached out her fingers to touch Loki’s.
“If I store energy in it, I won’t use all my magic on one or two injured, but can heal more,” Eira asked.
“Faster too. I’m sure you noticed that on Alfheim,” he nodded. With a flick of his wrist, his orb flashed away. “But you need to store a part of your magic energy in it every day in order to make it strong.”
“How do I do that?” Eira asked.
“Work on bringing it up using a variety of tactics. Use your thoughts, use your feelings. Hold it for as long as you can. And then rest. Do it again. Until your magic is spent for the day. You might want to wait until evening to do this. I find I sleep well when I’ve spent my magic. And you’ll want your magic for healing. And you so rarely know when,” he offered.
Eira nodded again, and blinked her sphere present again. Loki smiled.
“Let’s see how long it takes to refresh. Push it into me,” he ordered.
“Last time I did that, you stopped speaking to me.” Eira was cautious. Loki smirked.
“This time I am expecting it,” he shrugged, jaw set. Eira flinched and did as he asked, pushing the sphere into his chest at the opening of his tunic. It dissipated, absorbing into his skin, and left a small red mark. He took a deep breath and then licked his lips. He rubbed the spot on his chest and took another breath, then sighed.
“I haven’t hurt you?” Eira was worried.
“Honey.” He smiled and looked out the window. Eira suspected their lesson was over for at least a few hours while they waited for her sphere to replenish, and stood to look at the books along the wall.
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TSR Tour w/ Slingshot Dakota & People Like You –
12/9 - Washington, DC @ Song Byrd *
12/10 - Richmond, VA @ Strange Matter *
12/11 - Chapel Hill, NC @ Local 506 *
12/12 - Atlanta, GA @ The Masquerade *
12/13 - Newport, KY @ Southgate House *
12/14 - Chicago, IL @ Beat Kitchen *
12/16 - Lansing, MI @ Mac's Bar *
12/17 - Cleveland, OH @ Mahalls Downstairs *
12/19 - Pittsburgh, PA @ Funhouse +
12/20 - Rochester, NY @ Bug Jar +
12/21 - Boston, MA @ Middle East Upstairs +
12/22 - NYC, NY @ Baby's Alright +
12/23 - Philadelphia, PA @ Kung Fu Necktie +
^w/ The Flatliners
% w/ Shit Present
*w/ Us and Us Only
+ w/ Queen Moo
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12:00PM (Noon) - Rebirth Island
After some investigation and putting together pieces of the wreckage left behind, Rebirth security has come up with... not so much. However, with the help Cerebro, thoughts were picked up in an underground base just a hundred mile away from Ventura, California.
The briefing was not a good one. Eden Corporation is a newly developed company with a terrifying motto: ‘Developing The Future’s Evolution’. They intend to extract the genetic code that runs through Mutant DNA making them what they are so that they can develop a serum that turns who they choose into a mutant. Their hopes with this are controlling the natural selection field and picking and choosing who gets what mutation. Thus not wasting any time on mutants not deemed ‘worthy’ of the taxpayer's money to make a new militia for Earth’s defenses. One completely ruled by Eden Corporation and without any personal ties to the outside world to affect their decision making.
They plan on perfecting mutant kind many years before evolution does and with the help of a perfected Super Soldier Serum, lead that kind into finally ridding the world of all threats.
Rebirth’s board made the final decision early in the morning that their own will be sent in to save the children, stop all furthering of Eden’s plans and bring our children home.
Adults will be sent in groups with their task at hand. They are urged to stay focused and trust their fellow teammates. No going off their specified path.
Welcome to part two of Seize The Day! However, it’s not the end of it. Seize The Day will be evolving into something else in its entirety. But, for right now, there’s other work to be focused on.
Student cells will be shared as followed with punishments:
CELL ONE: Nathaniel Stark & Astrid Thordottir & Nikolai Barton.
CELL TWO: Michael Rogers-Carter & James Rogers-Carter, & Aesir Lokison.
CELL THREE: May Parker & Jasmine Wilson-Summers & Emily Rogers-Barnes.
CELL FOUR: Lillith Lokidottir & Ari Howlett & Jakob Lehnsherr-Xavier.
Cell one will be taken from their cells and to a laboratory on a lower level and tied to stretchers. Their blood will be tested and Eden developed serum for evolution will be administered. Upon finding out of the low dosage of SSS in two of the subject’s blood, measurements will be taken to induce mutation. They will be subjected to low levels of shock therapy that will slowly progress throughout the hours in hopes develop some adaptation ability. The goddess in their hands contains no serum or mutation of any kind and will begin testing for her ability levels. Starting with endurance. While tied to her stretcher, blows from a machine will be administered to her torso to test damage done and her healing factor. If her factor passes the physical portion, other measurements will be taken starting with knives and cuts and ending in bullets from a machine gun.
Cell two will be taken from their cells and carried to a large training facility. Here, they will be put through survival tests. Test Mutants will be unleashed and with instructions to kill. They have little worry about the three subjects lives as two of them are only super soldiers and their powers are solely in their blood while the other is a god whom shows similar powers with another subject and is deemed dispensable. This is solely to test the prototypes of the serum they’ve developed so far. One test mutant has the ability of fire-breathing, consumption and manipulation. Another has blood manipulation. And, the final has nightmare infliction.
Cell three will be taken from their cells and to a separate part of the laboratory cell one is in. They will be strapped to the wall and each given their own treatment. The subject who shows signs of radioactive mutation will be subjected to high dosages of a radioactive substance in hopes of enhancement. This substance is known for burning the skin, causing extreme paranoia and pain, and sometimes causing seizures when dealt with too closely. The last subject has shown to be the only mutant in the group. The mutant subject will be tested in her abilities to survive in the weather types in hopes of developing resistance naturally. With the bracelet on, her manipulation is just about none over anything around her, she will be subjected to high levels of heat, low levels of cold, shock therapy, and wind blasts strong enough to take her breath away for two minutes at a time. The last subject in this group shows only signs of SSS and will be slowly drained of their blood, only taking enough for a class three hemorrhage over the course of two hours until the body succumbs to death. The subject will be weak, pale skinned, dizzy, and feeling as if they aren’t getting enough oxygen throughout the time until they stop fighting it and let go. Blood will be stored and tested to develop a stronger SSS dosage.
Cell four will be taken from their cells and taken to a dome in the facility. The first subject who shows signs of magic will be tested on her survival relying on it. The bracelet around her ankle will be tweaked and release just a low amount of magic, enough for a parlor trick or two, she will be put up against a Test Mutant, one that can manipulate the elements. His instructions are to kill her and have her teach their cameras and future generations of ‘gods’ how to channel their magic. Her vitals will be monitored throughout the testing. The second subject who shows signs of not only mutation but a serum used in the Weapon X program will be placed in a glass cage and subjected to a poisonous serum that shocks the system in hopes of unleashing some healing properties they lack. The serum causes a great amount of pain, and slowly eats away at the muscle tissue. Most subjects have made comments of feeling bugs under their skin and have gone crazy from such. The final subject who has shown signs of mutation will be put against his own mutation. Much like in the Weapon X project, he will be given high dosages of Adamantium in hopes to lace his skeleton with it and be given a modified sample after his body reacts and changes the metal to a different one entirely.
Teacher groups and tasks will be as followed:
GROUP ONE: Charles Xavier (LEADER), Peter Maximoff & Sharon Carter.
GROUP TWO: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers (LEADER) & Natasha Romanoff.
GROUP THREE: Bruce Banner, Tony Stark (LEADER) & Gabriel Summers.
GROUP FOUR: Sigyn Odrdottir, Loki Laufeyson, & Peggy Carter. (LEADER).
Group one will be in charge of getting the other groups to and inside of the underground base. The will be in charge of travel, eliminating the outside forces, and providing a safe and clear entryway.
Group two will be team alpha. Going in before anyone else. They will take care of the second wave of soldiers or wanderers. Their objective is to not only eliminate those who need to be eliminated, but also capture the big guys: majors, colonels, head scientists, etc. They will be in charge of interrogation at a later point.
Group three will be team beta. They will go in only when it is completely safe for them to do so. With only one person on their team as back-up and cover-up, the two scientists/hackers will need to make it to the control center of the base. Everything needs to be shut down and vital information must be safely transferred to Rebirth before being deleting. The alpha member of this team is to assure the two can get their work done without any distractions.
Group four will be team delta. Led by one of the directors, they will go inside and burrow deep into the underground base to find and rescue the children. The two gods with her will be there for protection. CODE RED: Loki Laufeyson is a supervillain, both of the team members have orders to strike him down if he steps out of line, regardless of the mission. Utilize his abilities to navigate through the base.
Paras are encouraged, but Discord RP will be accepted. We will be making a group for each team and once the RP is done, we want you to post all replies to Tumblr under a read more with a title and our starter tag: mmplotdrop1! There will still be no interactions between parents and children, so please keep that in mind.
If you’ve already started your rps, that’s fine, students. Just at one point, you are now allowed to bring a guard in to drag them to their ‘punishment’.
Have fun! Don’t go losing too much blood.
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Balmung RP Events for the week of 2017.05.08
We now have a Patreon account again here: (here)
You all can stop bugging me to create one again. The tip jar will be coming back online shortly. The old one still works, it all goes to the same place.
Sorry for the delay in getting this out. It has been a weekend of trees falling on fences, monitors burning out, and kids being... well.. kids. Closed my eyes during a yawn and woke up seven hours later working on things. Enjoy! ~ Erroch / Erah'sae
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This Week's Events:
Monday - 5/8/2017
4:00 PM to 10:00 PM EDT - Matron's Reach: Weekly Open Hours - Goblet, Ward 12, Apartment 30
9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - Lominsan Fight Club - Lominsan Lominsa Lower Decks (x9, y15)
9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - Miko-to-Neko Cat Cafe - Lavender Beds Ward 4 - Plot 16 - Room 27
9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Orchid 317 Open Mic Night - Mists Ward 12 Plot 40
Tuesday - 5/9/2017
4:00 PM to 7:00 PM EDT - Wayward Star Bar - Mist Ward 6, Plot 1
7:00 PM to 10:00 PM EDT - Pop up RP! Tailfeather - Tailfeather, Dravanian Forelands
8:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Gin Mill Backwoods Brawl - Central Thanalan, 25, 15 (Cave at Lost Hope)
8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - Menphina's Bosom Bar and Lounge - The Goblet Ward 8 Plot 58
8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - The Seventh Hell Lounge - The Goblet Ward 12, Sultana’s Breath Apt. 81
Wednesday - 5/10/2017
6:00 PM to 9:00 PM EDT - Stellazzio Pizzeria - Goblet Ward 11, Plot 27
7:30 PM to 11:30 PM EDT - Last Bell Bar - Mist Ward 9, Plot 31
9:00 PM to 10:00 PM EDT - Isles of Paradise - Musical Theater Class - Goblet W:12 P:30
9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - Poetry Night at Dragon Tree Lounge - Goblet Ward 5 Plot 49
9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Saika Doman & Oriental - Lavender Beds Ward 11 Plot 15
Thursday - 5/11/2017
5:00 PM to 7:00 PM EDT - Lominsan Fight Club - Lominsan Lominsa Lower Decks (x9, y15)
6:00 PM to 8:00 PM EDT - Black Cat Café - Goblet Ward 11, Plot 39
6:30 PM to 10:00 PM EDT - The Magitek Princess Cafe - Goblet Ward 9 Plot 7
8:00 PM to 9:00 PM EDT - Isles of Paradise - Multi-Cultural Dance and Music Class - Goblet W:12 P:30
9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - 12 Oaks Book Club - LB Ward 8, Plot 7, Room 3
9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - Soul of the Dragon Restraunt - Mists Ward 5 Plot 32
10:00 PM to 1:00 AM EDT - 7th Haven Tavern Night - Lavender Beds Ward 7, Plot 5
Friday - 5/12/2017
3:00 PM to 4:00 PM EDT - Nald'thal / Twelve Church Service (Early) - Lavender Beds Ward 4 Plot 8
7:00 PM to 8:00 PM EDT - Nald'thal / Twelve Church Service (Late) - Lavender Beds Ward 4 Plot 8
8:00 PM to 9:00 PM EDT - Isles of Paradise - Poetry and Drama Class - Goblet W:12 P:30
8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - Realmsward Tournament - Behemoths Domain, Central Highlands
8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - The Happy Raven Café - Lavender Beds Ward 8 Subdivision Apt. 6
8:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - The Pleasure Dome - The Goblet Ward 2, Plot 30
9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Celestine Tavern - The Goblet, Ward 3, Plot 58
9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Coeurl's Whisker Open RP - Goblet Ward 9, Plot 8
10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Spellguard Tourney - Mist Ward 6, Seagaze Markets
Saturday - 5/13/2017
8:00 PM to 9:00 PM EDT - Isles of Paradise - Punk Rock Class - Goblet Ward 12, Plot 30
9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Grandioso Tavern - Lavender Beds Ward 6, Plot 14
9:30 PM to 2:30 AM EDT - The Mogberry Menagerie Cafe - Mists Ward 6, Plot 60
10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Grindstone Tournament - Cen. Thanalan (21, 25)
Sunday - 5/14/2017
3:00 PM to 7:00 PM EDT - Drunken Moogle Open RP - Lavender Beds Ward 4, Plot 8
8:00 PM to 1:00 AM EDT - Lace & Steel Fight Night - The Goblet Ward 8 Plot 38
8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EDT - Mystic Runestone - Cen. Thanalan (21, 25)
9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - Qalli Circle - Lavender Beds Ward 11, Plot 45
9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EDT - The Sultana's Cup - Goblet Ward 10, Plot 54
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Character memes ;
tagged by: stxrkillcr, kyloren-sithlord
Under a readmore cause long.
RULES !! Post a song that reminds you of your muse.
TYPE O NEGATIVE - BLACK NO. 1 (x)
She's in love with herself
She likes the dark
On her milk white neck
The Devil's mark
It's all Hallows Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat
I bet she will
She's got date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft
Yeah you want to go out 'cause it's raining and blowing
You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
Dye em black
Black no. 1
Little wolf skin boots
And clove cigarettes
An erotic funeral
For witch she's dressed
Her perfume smells like
Burning leaves
Everyday is Halloween
Loving you was like loving the dead
WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?
[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. grey green.
[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.
[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars (mental; physical). scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes.hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing.tattoos.
[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. whips. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pistol. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. bat.
[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. brass. copper. lead. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick.marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.
[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. river. meadow. lake. forest. desert. tundra .savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.
[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. mice. lizards. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats.
[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. tagged by: @stxrkillcr, @kyloren-sithlord . bubblegum. bread. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. condensed milk. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. rice. ambrosia. soup. stew. whiskey.
[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching.fighting. writing. composing. meditation. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games.computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. cassettes.piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. percussion. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. mahjong. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.
[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet.rings. pendant. hat. ballcap. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. robes. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.
[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. grief. happiness. optimism.realism. pessimism. legacy. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.
you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your mp3 player, itunes,spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs. no skipping !
KoRn - Way too far
Alice in Chains - When the sun rose again
Godsmack - Inside yourself
Linkin Park - Burn it down
Boy hits car - Love, fury, passion, energy
Jonathan Davis - Not meant for me
Slipknot - Duality
White zombie - Electric head
Dubstep - Terror Dome
Godsmack - Sick of life
RULES: bold the characteristics that apply to your muse !
CHARACTER STRENGTHS.
adaptable | adventurous | affectionate | ambitious | artistic | athletic | assertive | beautiful |brave | charming | clever | compassionate | confident | considerate | cooperative | courteous | creative | curious | decisive | dependable | determined | diplomatic | easy - going | enthusiastic | fair | fashionable | forgiving | friendly | fun - loving | funny | generous | gentle | hard - working | heroic | honest | hopeful | humble | imaginative | incorruptible | intelligent | intuitive | inventive | jocular | leader | lively | loving | loyal | merciful | musical | observant | open - minded | optimistic | organized | outgoing | passionate | patient | playful | polite | popular | practical | resourceful | self - assured | selfless | sensible | sincere | strong | studious | thoughtful | tough | versatile | warm - hearted | well - intentioned | wise | witty
CHARACTER FLAWS.
absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive |corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent |depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic |fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical |idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive |insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy |ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessmist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic |sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless |temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn |workaholic
Repost! Don’t Reblog!
Last Movie I Watched: - Hostel
Last Song I Listened To Burn it down - Linkin Park
Last book I read: - Rogue One: A star wars story
Last Thing I Ate - Cereal
If You Could Be Anywhere Right Now - Does Kylo Ren’s bedroom count?
Fictional Character You Would Hang Out With For A Day - Kylo Ren. Shocking, I know.
#wow that was long as hell#I was betrayed ;#one more day of my short life (headcanons) ;#about teh mun#kyloren-sithlord#stxrkillcr
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Most Useful Tents
These oversize chairs are Large Enough to Accommodate mother, dad, the children, and all the camping equipment.
Certainly, one of my favorite tactics to contact my interior Clark Griswold will always be to package the family members and scoot the street to seek out reprieve at the shape of the polyester decoration shield, a campfire, and also the messiest s am ores around the planet. The truth is that decades back, we began a convention of going on the camping excursion daily immediately after the previous day of faculty. In essence, it truly is our manner of kicking the summer months. Last calendar year, we are researching the lakes and ponds across Bend, Oregon.
I have heard that the secret, together with almost any family camping journey, is relaxation, and also relaxation begins having a dependable kayak. However, with many tent layouts, substances, and also features obtainable, it could be tough to understand which shield could agree with your family. To assist, here's a list of family-sized, reputable, and cheap tents to take into consideration before moving on your own very first instantly in a distant corner of these forests or even in your backyard.
Inch. Coleman WeatherMaster
I have been around a lot more than one camping journey at which, in fact, the biting bugs had been bad that we needed to cover up out at the tent. We did not receive little; however, we felt just like we have been trapped indoors. This is exactly the reason why I enjoy chairs having a modest"porch" that is distinct from your primary bedroom. Even the Coleman WeatherMaster comes with a 9x6 ft porch with displays that extend out of the bottom for the cover of the tent, that will be perfect in case you would like to relish fresh atmosphere over a trendy day. Indoors, there is enough space for just two queen-sized inflatable beds. Also, now there are lantern hangars and net storage pockets. Though it really is not the priciest or expensive (3 2 kilos ) family-sized tent within this particular list, the WeatherMaster remains inflexible, assembled using durable substances that will come within an oversize carry tote, also does not simply take to prepare.
If you feel wet and cold while swimming, you are unhappy, therefore when you are thinking of a fresh tent, then do not merely measure it with its dimensions, pounds loss, or structure study the rain-fly too. Quite a few models do not include things like pay that moves all of the ways into the floor also addresses the whole tent. Shelters like the NTK Arizona GT that comprises the complete polyester rain fly. This is laminated using a polyurethane coating for water immunity that really does an excellent job of retaining precipitation off the full shield. That clearly was really a divider to generate just two chambers indoors two-door, several bedrooms and internet utility pockets, and venting vents to maintain air going.
Ozark Route 9-person Instantaneous Cabin Tent
Ozark Course took a peek out of mobile hunting blind layouts as it established its instantaneous Cabin, also demonstrates assembling substantial, multi-room tents will not need to become intricate. The most exceptional characteristic with this protector could be that the framework sticks are attached with the tent, and everything you have to accomplish in order to put up it is stretch the corner affirms, then raise the roofing just like an umbrella (or searching blind). Ozark Path claims that accomplished accurately, place time up averages about 2 moments, that will be perfect when you should be attempting to corral a crazy little one, or even terrible weather conditions are on the horizon. Indoors are 3 individual doors to get private chambers huge enough to inflatable queen beds, screened windows, equipment pockets, and electric cable accessibility (in the event that you are screwing into or working out a chainsaw to get strength ), plus an in-wall porch. A tiny rain-fly and take bag are comprised.
As the rod style and design are like Ozark Path's Instant Cabin,'' CORE asserts you are able to vertical their Immediate Cabin Tent within 60 minutes, that will be far faster compared to anticipated installment days of almost any additional tent exhibited. However, one other fine feature relating to its version would be your extra-wide doorway, that zippers down the center and also opens nearly as extensive as the complete front walls. The tent cloth is heat-sealed in the seams and also medicated using CORE's H2O repellant to maintain out moisture. Indoors there's overhead storage, mesh pockets over the walls, and also flexible vents. A tiny rain-fly that chiefly handles the surface of the tent and also a storage bag has been all included.
It truly is tough to consider camping, maybe not consider this identify Coleman. For years that the business has generated trusted, a cheap exterior equipment, plus also they reveal no indicators of reducing. Their do me tent can be an inexpensive selection for those who get a tiny family that does not mind sleeping with each other in 1 space, and also, you also enjoy the notion of owning a tiny, screened, and porch-like space from the front door. Space makes for a fantastic space for storing, particularly to get filthy shoes that muck the quarters. You will find storage pockets across the inner walls, and also, the rain-fly has a window so that you may make the windows open for venting whenever it really is raining.
The wonderful thing concerning the Camp Creek out of ALPS Mountaineering could be that the 4 partitions are nearly completely vertical, so that will be perfect for the headroom, especially in the event that you line the within the perimeter with twin-sized cots or upholstered beds. You will find storage pockets, including attachment straps for hanging lamps, and also 4 screened windows indoors. The lace rain fly comes with a weather-protective coating, although it merely covers the top one of this kayak, it's an awning which goes outside across the entrance if that you desire to abandon apparel or alternative gear out.
Ozark Route 16x16 Instantaneous Cabin
If a household wants to go big or go home if it regards planting equipment, then subsequently that particular tent out of Ozark Path may possibly be to you personally. Built about precisely the exact easy-setup pole style and design as that their 6-person immediate Cabin, the l shaped 16x16-foot variant could be your biggest and lightest tent within this particular list. Additionally, it includes two entrances, about three split up area dividers plus also a huge entrance awning, seven windows, electric cable accessibility, and oversize floor vents for venting --or even an air purifier, even in case roughing it really isn't your own style. Ozark also asserts that an installation period significantly less than just two moments, and also the design is very good in case you enjoy to habit organize your camp using something just like a"living space" in the midst, together with two sleeping areas churns off to either side. A rain-fly and take bag are comprised.
NTK is famous for the streamlined, lightweight, and backcountry tents, plus so they've shot those style and design flaws and implemented them into your sizable, family-style line-up of shelters. Even the Indy GT is the one that looks like a protector you would package to get a bivy search. However, it really is ample enough to allow for up to adults. Moreover, the polyester rainfly handles the mantle all of the solutions for the bottom; thus, there is less chance of humidity invading the tent. Indoors you can find storage pockets, a lantern ring, as well as a silver-coated flooring to maintain warmth. Even the full device packs into an enclosed duffel bag for transportation.
In the event that you prefer the notion of the connection involving sleeping regions, however, do not enjoy the notion of lugging around a gigantic tent, then subsequently look at the two-door Family Camping Tent from Timber Ridge. This dome-shaped refuge isn't hard to prepare and shoot down. The broad doorway allows usage of either side of this tent in the event the divider has been put in, and also, the windows and screened roofing enable significantly more than plenty of venting. Although rain-fly does not offer you much security, it can possess a doorway awning in the event that you'd like to maintain socks beyond the entrance, along with also the whole unit is amongst the absolute most streamlined stalls to likewise include things like power cord vents.
Winterial Tee-pee Tent
If the children are similar to mine, then there is absolutely no limit to that which they view, listen, and also do if their own imagination happens. Some times they all desire is that a fantastic jumping-off stage --and also exactly what better way to kickstart their camp-time imagination compared to simply by telling them you are all bathing at a teepee. Even the six-person version from Winterial gets got the design and feel of the conventional teepee. Nonetheless, it has made out of modern substances. Also, it's a full-size rain-fly to maintain every one indoors safe against this weather. It truly is simple to prepare and just takedown, and even in the event that you should be okay without shedding a little chunk of one's yard this summer, then it is really a significant refuge for the children to host garden sleepovers or imaginary adventures.
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