#nugl

[thewenglishwarlock]

Had some fun messing around with these friends

#love the kroot head they look so heroic #and the nugle one gives me medieval ps1 vibes #and i kinda love them both #the warlock paints #miniature painting #warhammer #age of sigmar #games workshop #miniatures #ossiarch bonereapers #kroot #nurgle

[akuyanglain]

ASRABI: ASWAJA RASA WAHABI

Oleh siswanto

Pertama kali saya mengenal term Asrabi dari postingan Mas Lulus Suprapto pada tahun 2016, saat terjadi politik SARA di Jakarta. Asrabi adalah orang atau golongan yang secara kultur keagamaan Islam Tradisionalis (Aswaja), namun tingkah lakunya seperti Wahabi. Yaitu berpikir saklek, tekstualis dan kaku dalam memahami qoul-qoul ulama madzhab dan teks ayat Al-Quran dan Hadits. Selain itu ciri khas lainnya cenderung takfiri mudah mencap munafik, zindiq, bahkan memberi stempel kafir kepada sesama muslim yang tidak sepemikiran dengannya atau beda preferensi (kubu) politik. Golongan Asrabi ini sangat benci secara membabi buta terhadap kaum Wahabi, tapi dilain pihak mereka juga sebarisan dengan Wahabi dalam propaganda politik sektarian. Saya menyebutnya orang yang mengalami gejala psikopat dalam agama. Ibaratnya setiap hari mencaci maki dan mengolok-olok Wahabi, lalu tidak ada angin tidak ada hujan tiba-tiba baik-baikin Wahabi, dan menyebutnya sebagai "Mujahidin Ahlussunnah" pejuang Islam, penegak syariat.

Lalu kenapa kaum Asrabi bisa terjebak pada propaganda politik sektarian dan bisa satu barisan dengan Wahabi (baik yang Murji'ah maupun Khawarij) dalam masalah ini?

Jawabannya adalah Golongan Asrabi memegang doktrin Fitnah Akhir Zaman yang merujuk pada dua tanduk setan yang dimaknai dua firqoh, yaitu Wahabi dan Syiah. Maka selain benci Wahabi (hanya dalam bidang agama) secara membabi buta, mereka juga sangat membenci Syiah secara membababi buta pula. Dalam memandang Syiah, golongan Asrabi cenderung berpikir deduktif dan menganggap firqoh Syiah sebagai entitas tunggal yang tidak memiliki macam-macam aliran madzhab fiqh. Padahal Syiah itu sama seperti Sunni yang terdiri dari banyak aliran atau Madzhab Fiqh. Implikasi dari doktrin dua tanduk setan yang dimaknai dua firqoh (Wahabi dan Syiah) membuat golongan Asrabi ini terjebak propaganda politik sektarian yang sebenarnya itu merupakan False Flag Opération yang digunakan oleh NATO untuk agenda Régime Change War di negara-negara berpenduduk mayoritas muslim yang tidak mau tunduk pada agenda politik imperialisme Barat, dengan Wahabi sebagai bahan bakar dan api penyulut konflik berbungkus sektarian yaitu SYIAH MEMBANTAI SUNNI, yang dibacking MSM BARAT sebagai penyebar propaganda untuk mempengaruhi opini publik internasional, khususnya muslim awam seperti Asrabi.

Golongan Asrabi juga disebut kelompok Islam Post-Tradisionalis/Khilafis. Karena mereka juga punya agenda ingin mendirikan negara (ilusi) agama Khilafah versi penafsiran mereka sendiri. Seperti yang sudah disinggung pada paragraf pertama. Golongan Asrabi merujuk pada kelompok yang sebagian besar ikut menunggangi politik SARA pada 2016, dengan gerakan politik 212, yang diisi oleh NUGL+FPI tokoh-tokohnya seperti UAS, Idrus Ramli, Luthfi Bashori, dan orang-orang yang dibarisan mereka. Adapun negara yang menjadi kiblat preferensi geopolitik golongan Asrabi adalah Turki yang notabene anggota NATO, dan juga Qatar di mana tempat Syaikh Al-Qardhawi pentolan Ikhwanul Muslimin tinggal. Mereka sering disebut warga Turki KW dengan label Turkimen dan Turkiyem karena menganggap presiden Turki, Yang Mulia Sultan Recep Tayyip Erdoğan sebagai presidennya.

NB: Asrabi juga merujuk pada tokoh yang kalah dan sakit hati dalam pemilihan Ketua Umum NU Muktamar Jombang 2015, yang kemudian mendirikan NUGL untuk melawan PBNU kepemimpinan Prof. Dr. KH. Said Aqil Siradj. Yang nama tokohnya sudah disebutkan di atas. Berkolaborasi dengan pentolan Wahabi, Farid Ahmad Okbah mendirikan MIUMI.

#sunni #syiah #wahabi #salafi #geopolitik #islam #islamindonesia #sejarah islam #agama islam #mazhab #aswaja

[n0ct0urn1quet]

all

christ that was fast AKJLSDJKLJKLKLJG but okay <3 i wasnt expecting an ask 2 be sent already but . okay !!!

blush— are you single, taken, crushing, or not interested? or is it complicated?

taken :] @510snake

ballet slipper— with only one word, describe how you feel at this moment

ouch :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

rose quartz— what’s your love language (romantic or platonic)?

i dont rly know !!!!!!!! ig. uhhh. like. physical affection <3

watermelon— have you ever had to reject anyone romantically? how did it go?

i guess ? sure? yeah?

there was this guy in elementary school who liked me and even though i didnt like him i felt like I Had To "Date" Him n when i was finally like "we arent together im just pretending to like you because i dont want you to be upset" he did a number of not good things and was a bit uhhhhhhhh Not Very Nice to me + my friends n was a dick to me all throughout 8th grade and punched one of my friends . all of that because i.............................rejected him in . 5th grade. normal!

but as for like actual genuine relationships SHDKJHJKJG i havent rejected anyone romantically <3

fuchsia— describe your personality in three words!

hehe warrior cat

(in all seriousness i have no idea how to describe my personality bc my personality is so based off of other peoples traits that i dont know who i actually am or what my genuine personality is yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

rose— do you believe in soulmates? why or why not?

i guess sure !!!!!!!!!!!! idk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

coral— what’s something you’re passionate about?

wraior cats,, , , ,. ,..,

carnation— how important are “looks” to you in a relationship?

tbh i dont rly care what anyone looks like as long as they . like. arent a jerk <3 looks r not important 2 me at All (but . looks at my gf ,,,,,,,,,, u prety,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,)

blossom— would you get a tattoo? if so, what would it be of?

i donot want any tattoos <3

salmon— would you prefer a partner who is an introvert or an extrovert? why?

either i donot care KSLJDKLKJLG am not picky <3

pastel pink— do you prefer to dress up and go out or stay in and relax?

both!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it depends!!!!!!!!!!!!! rn i wanna stay in bed n sleep and not move at all bc i am in immense physical pain and i can barely walk bc of my legs but other times i want to leave the house so bad its unreal!!!!!!!!!! so SKDJLKLJKLJG

bubblegum— how do you feel about your love life right now? are you happy with it?

am habby :] i lob my gf :] my csrimbly,,,, my skrinkly,,, :]

champagne— what’s your favorite form of physical affection, if any at all?

k,,.isses,,,, ,.. . ,,,, h,, hannd,,. hodling,,g,.,,,.,.,,,,, ca,,rresssing,,,g,, ,, .., ., , , , ,. , , hug,,s,..,.,,, ,, , . sn,,s nugl,,.,ing ,, , , ,,.,., ,, , .,,

hibiscus— what’s your favorite pet name, if any? why?

i like . hon :] or honey,,,,,,,,, both of thos make me go :]

hot pink— what’s your favorite relationship trope?

i donbt fucgking know !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

flamingo— would you say you’re clingy in relationships and friendships?

very <3

cherry pink— when it comes to loved ones, are you openly affectionate or are you more reserved?

openly affectionate <333333 VERY openly affectionate <3333333333

peach syrup— have you ever had an internet crush on a mutual on this app or another app?

looks at my gf

(who i met online)

((on tumblr actually))

(((and we've been together for like 4 years since)))

((((so the answer to this question is yes))))

pink magnolia— would you say that you develop crushes quickly?

nope <3

#karoto im ASSUMING ur the one who sent this ask (and if u arent then . oh well SJKLDJKLKLG) #SOREY if some of my answers are lackluster sometimes i just reblog ask games without actually. uh. reading the asks #so KJSDLJKBKLGJBLKG

[goddamnwebcomics]

Under(her)Tail

It's time for another self-submission. Under(her)Tail is a porn webcomic created by TheWill. It's a retelling of Undertale but Frisk is now a guy, a really unlikable jerkass with a constant bulge in his nugle. To compensate, every monster in the Underworld is a woman, and while all the characters who were women in the original game and surprisingly enough Sans look good, some characters like Papyrus and Monster Kid look atrocious. The art is decent but the presentation is not, because for some reason every page looks like a sticky note, it isn't until towards the end of the comic there is some real colouring, backgrounds and shading. Also, Frisk emotes like a fucking Pixar protagonist, this character is so far removed from the original he might as well have a different name or be author's selfinsert.

Also, the creator of this comic apparently made a cameo in Peter and Company, so there's a cursed connection to an existing comic I've riffed.

#submission #self submission #rifflist update

[gwilsonbiz]

#tbt At the Trew Love Event @trew__love Cannabis / CBD and advertising ! @iloveganji @nuglofficial Want to promote your brand? Contact me! #advertising #nugl #cannabiscommunity #cannabisindustry #cannabislife #cannabisbusiness #sugarcoated #cannabiscures #trewlove (at Mid-Wilshire, Los Angeles) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8U4EDGhcJK/?igshid=1pj2itkns07oc

#tbt #advertising #nugl #cannabiscommunity #cannabisindustry #cannabislife #cannabisbusiness #sugarcoated #cannabiscures #trewlove

[thedoubleo420show]

New!! #nugl @nuglapp Cannbis Search Engine.. @seventyninthflooraz #seventyninthflooraz #79thfloorglasslounge @thedoubleo420show #thedoubleo420show #igtv #igtvcommunity #comedyvideo #tucson #arizona #v2 #comedy #comedian #comedians #comediansofinstagram #weed #marijuana #420 #710 #hightimes #hightimesmagazine #dankmemes #dankmeme #billcosby #billcosbychallenge (at Tucson, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoH7BySBDgG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fhu6mw3v5h19

#nugl #seventyninthflooraz #79thfloorglasslounge #thedoubleo420show #igtv #igtvcommunity #comedyvideo #tucson #arizona #v2 #comedy #comedian #comedians #comediansofinstagram #weed #marijuana #420 #710 #hightimes #hightimesmagazine #dankmemes #dankmeme #billcosby #billcosbychallenge

[yipalli281]

🇺🇸 281Cannbis Event Review (English) 🇺🇸 ⠀ ⠀ Host by : WEEDCon Production WEEDCon Wonderland B2B Expo Date: 01. 22-23. 2019 Location: 6021 Hollywood Blvd 90028 ⠀ ⠀ #NUGL : Cannabis Multimedia Platform WeedConCup Wonderland a two day expo held at Hollywood, CA featured cannabis vendors, media, and celebrities. ⠀ ⠀ Music, Art, Comedy and Cannabis unite under one roof making the two-day event a true wonderland. Guests enjoying complementary samples giggled and mingled starting the new year high. ⠀ ⠀ Gone since November, back in the new year, killing the audience softly with his songs. Wyclef Jean taking the stage of Wonderland turning it into a carnival. ⠀ ⠀ An opportunity to see a rare collection. Buyers, Vendors, Special Guests were able to participate in a Silent Auction, with the donation going to a great cause. ⠀ ⠀ 2020 WEEDCon Buyer’s Cup Awards Winner, winner! Coming out from Central Valley. Top Shelf Cultivation came out on top first for Indica and Third for Sativa. ⠀ ⠀ Do you prefer flower or extracts? Vapes to dugout pipes, attendees had many cannabis products to choose from. ⠀ ⠀ A connoisseur favorite, Papa & Barkley comes out pleasing the taste buds winning Best Concentrate at WEEDConCup Wonderland 2020. From CBD to THC they have a great line up. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀#weedcon #wonderland #weedcon #cannabiscommunity #cannabis #weedconwonderland #cannabisculture #weed #hollywood #weedconproductions #420 #weedconcup #cannabusiness #cannabisindustry #americanlegion397 #cannabiscup #marketingagency #outdooradvertising #retail #businessowners #cannabis #cannabisculture #farms #dispensary #product #weedart #atm #cannabisevents ⠀ (at Hollywood) https://www.instagram.com/p/B785SULFaoY/?igshid=tn0ezq4j8t74

#nugl #weedcon #wonderland #cannabiscommunity #cannabis #weedconwonderland #cannabisculture #weed #hollywood #weedconproductions #420 #weedconcup #cannabusiness #cannabisindustry #americanlegion397 #cannabiscup #marketingagency #outdooradvertising #retail #businessowners #farms #dispensary #product #weedart #atm #cannabisevents

[mootmead]

Never would have I imagined that painting disgustingly was so fun ! His lovely name 

#warhammer #warhammer40k #warhammer 40k #war40k #nugle #deathguard #nurgle #killteam #kill team #painting warhammer #citadel painting #mini painting #upthemini #games workshop #french side of warhammer #bretonnians united

[fajrulff18]

NU dan Muhammadiyah merupakan Ormas Islam terbesar dan tertua di Indonesia. . Dua Ormas Islam yang pendirinya berasal dari satu garis keturunan Sunan Giri ini telah berhasil menunjukkan kepada dunia bagaimana wajah Islam Indonesia yang sejuk, damai dan rahmatan lil alamin. . Walau terkadang di akar rumput masih ada guyonan terkait perbedaan tata cara beribadah, semoga Islam Nusantara yang Berkemajuan senantiasa dapat bergema di seantero Indonesia dan dunia. . Balai Senat UGM Jumat, 25 Januari 2019 Al Faqir bersama salah satu mantan pengurus Pimpinan Cabang Istimewa Muhammadiyah (PCIM) United Kingdom, Mas bro @zaki_arrobi yang kebetulan sama-sama berasal dari Tegal. . NB: beliau adalah salah satu penulis dalam buku Dua Penyemai Damai: Peran dan Kontribusi Muhammadiyah dan Nahdlatul Ulama dalam Perdamaian dan Demokrasi. . #muhammadiyah #nahdlatululama #islamberkemajuan #islamnusantara #nugl #muglucu #kmnu #jimm (di Balai Senat UGM,Gedung Pusat UGM) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtDFhAhHhLI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ramt0fv0q22u

#muhammadiyah #nahdlatululama #islamberkemajuan #islamnusantara #nugl #muglucu #kmnu #jimm

[ash40k]

“In the embrace of great Nurgle, I am no longer afraid, for with His pestilential favour I have become that which I once feared: Death.”

#nurgle #plague marines #death guard #chaos #chaos gods #chaos space marines #nugling #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #my art #ash40k

[the-resurrection-3d]

I have an hour before class, so I figured I’d post a snapshot of this list before Spring Break starts and it becomes another 50 miles long (Jake is still in town! yay!). I’m pretty sure that whenever I’m not there Noah just lies back and rubs his nipples at the thought of moving me to the middle of motherfuckersville, nowhere without any internet and making me devolve into a 1950s housecuck. (Would that count as bimbofication? Hmm.)

anyway, March 1st list of CRINGE HAPPENINGS SINCE LOGGING OFF OF TUMBLR DOT COM:

Russia invading the Ukraine

Sub-happening: the “Dear President Vladimir Putin, I’m so sorry that I was not your mother…” (tw white woman jumpscare) 

Eugenics Clock in puppet/rhetoric class hitting Midnight

Someone releasing a youtube essay on Yin Yang Yo!

Making a video of turtles fucking to the beat of “pumped up kicks” right before being forced to read a student essay justifying animal abuse

Outlining a research proposal on My 600 Lbs Life that will quote Nicocado Avocado (I haven’t gotten it approved yet, but I’m going to talk to my professor later today. fingers crossed!)

Fetish political compass / my roommate overhearing me talk about the nuances of fucking bugs

Sub-happening: The fact that that phone call cost me $200 fucking dollars

Mfw I look the profile of someone who frequently bookmarks my fics and they’re really into paw patrol scat

“yes I masturbate to women giving birth but at least im not a /lolicon/”

Dickchompo 2 art (pending)

finding out what a “nugle” is 

Wrote about Alberto eating Luca’s miscarriage right before I got my line edits back for a professional magazine publication

Sub-happening: revising the “when is cannibalism ethical?” flowchart to include accidental miscarriage-eating

There’s probably stuff I’m forgetting but these are the major beats.

[theravenofblood-blog]

Some close-ups of the Deathshroud #paintingwarhammer #warhammer40k #deathguard #deathshroud #terminator #chaos #chaosspacemarines #nugle #gamesworkshop #miniaturespainting #citadelminiatures (na mieste Trencin, Slovakia) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByD6VNfIyve/?igshid=1794y9b2rtf5n

#paintingwarhammer #warhammer40k #deathguard #deathshroud #terminator #chaos #chaosspacemarines #nugle #gamesworkshop #miniaturespainting #citadelminiatures

[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

WIP Wednesday 8/11/21

Had a writing stint where I pumped out 7K words in 3 days when I usually manage only..200-500 a week. Here’s some snippets of a WIP with my Gray-Ace Inquisitor Tallin and a very understanding Solas as they navigate her very first romantic/sexual feelings for anyone, ever (24 and never been kissed except that one time in the Fade, baby!!). She is a very nervous person by nature...

————-

Please just a crumb of feedback. A gif. An emoji. Please. I’m on my goddamn knees.

[snippet 1]

"Tell me 'no', and we can resume as we were without enmity. You are also at liberty to tell me to take my leave, in which case I hope to see you in the morning..." He stopped before her, drawn to his full height, head tilted slightly in a manner akin to a wolf intent on ascertaining a curious vision. “But if you choose for me to remain, you must decide once more. At your behest, I will gladly provide the chaste company of which you are so accustomed. We will sit. We will talk. We will read. We will retire in an exhausted fashion to bed. You will cozy up beside me like a nugling to its nestmate, content. But if you say 'yes', if you wish to learn how it is the wolves dance.." 

The light gray of his eyes suddenly darkened and his lips spread wide and sharp, rendering him impish, lupine. Tallin's heart lurched, but to her inner wonder it was not accompanied by a familiar queasy unease.  Her instincts were not screaming for her to bound away like a skittish halla from the man standing before her. Instead, the soft heat in her lower stomach flared like a bonfire given new life, its flames crawling up inside her chest, licking beneath her lungs. In the rare instances where someone looked at her in such a way--like she was something to be snatched up, like she was something edible--she retreated, recognizing that the individual had wordlessly marked her as prey.

Would it be so terrible to have him as her pursuer? That was what he was implying, wasn't he? That he had been observing her in that particular manner far longer than this emergent sense of craving.

What made it so different from the other times? What made his approach far less threatening?

The consideration, she realized. He is considerate.

If she was a halla, then he was a..a..

Her eyes flicked down momentarily in thought, landing on the dark jawbone hanging low over his chest from thin leather cords. 

And here and now, she realized she had always had her answer. He was a wolf. A wolf with a wistful man's soul.

Their method of courting until now, if it could be called that, had not been a simple 'chase'. No, the wolf had deigned not to pursue, for it recognized the halla did not wish to be hunted down. If this particular halla was ever compelled to bolt, it would not do so while also secretly relishing the idea of hot frantic breath on its heels or teeth sinking into its throat.

"..then with your blessing I will take you to your bed and claim everything you are, everything you are willing to give. I will unravel you as easily spun silk, uncover for us both your desires that remain unnamed."

He shifted and out of the corner of Tallin's eye, a shadow moved. His words had coiled her up like an Orlesian spring toy, promises that spoke of capitulation and submission and frightening loss. Her head felt hollow, her skin tight and brittle. The anxious fire in her chest roared in its hearth unabated.

Her breaths shallowed. This was happening. Everything was happening. He was describing the clumsy mental images she had been too cowardly and too embarrassed (and too confused) to acknowledge. All of this, everything, was happening too much and too fast. She knew nothing of his predilections. She knew nothing of what she wanted other than to be with him. Beyond the bare minimum for procreation, the stories of brutal violence inflicted upon elf women by peasants and nobles, and the confusing comments made in passing by the Iron Bull, she didn't know what to expect. 

If you speak it, you will make it real.

He raised his hand. She froze, spine taut. His expression gentled, edges shaved. The backs of his fingers stroked her cheek. "I will have you in the manner that a lover should. Gently. Sweetly."

As if he had woven a spell, Tallin gradually relaxed into the touch. It was not necessarily of her own volition, but she knew this. Nothing frightening ever came of this. This was familiar. Safe.

She heard Solas hum, thoughtful. "Yes, a gentle touch for a gentle girl. Would that please you?"

She swallowed, caught his hand and turned her head to press her lips against his hot palm. The world was silent for several moments. "W-Would you..?" She croaked. A question with many budding branches.

Would you..?

..be gentle?

..do all that you say?

..treat me kindly?

..love me?

Another step, and they were flush together. Her hand found his tunic and scrunched the material in her fist. As a precaution or an anchor she did not know.

He loomed over her fully now, both hands coming to cradle her face as if she were blown glass, gray sky eyes beholding her like Mother. Love. But now, also..

She offered no resistance when he tilted her head just so. He leaned in. His breath was scorching mint against the whorls of her ear.

"Yes. Until you can hardly stand it."

[snippet 2]

"You wish to-? Oh, 'ma'lath.." The tenderness in his voice made her eyes sting for but a moment.  The casual nature in which he extracted her hand from the half-hard presence pressing against breeches could not fully offset the surge of embarrassment she felt. As Solas busied himself with kissing the knuckles of her offending hand, she silently berated herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Tallin."

Tallin started. To her chagrin, she found Solas peering at her over her curled hand, his gaze firm and knowing. The internal self-abuse had been playing itself across her face.

She couldn't do this, she realized. She didn't know *how* to do this. He was trying to coach her through it but what if nothing stuck? What if she kept making mistakes, misreading signs? What if this was all a put-on for *her* sake? What if he didn't want her and was doing this to placate her, as he had so many other times? Lovers had to touch each other, she knew that much, and for him to except himself from this exercise, it reeked of...

"Tallin." His voice said through the dull ringing in her ears. "Tallin."

"Ir abelas." This was a mistake, a horrible mistake. She turned away, intent on rolling off the bed and..where would she go? She didn't know. The blood pounding in her ears was making it so difficult to *think*.

An arm wrapped around her waist as firm a steel band, digging into her stomach. She struggled half-heartedly, frustrated tears leaking from her eyes.

"S-Solas.." she protested.

"Tallin. Come back to me, my love." She shook her head and bit her lip to hold back a pathetic whimper. Not to deny him, but to help rid herself of the looming thoughts.

Selfish. This was selfish. 'I desire you, you desire me, but I demand that I take from you and give you nothing back.' That wasn't how it was supposed to go, was it? It didn't sound right.

But she was greedy for comfort. Always craving it.

[snippet 3]

"Shh, shh. No. You are not like most others. You were born with a heart that hungers endlessly for love, but eyes that cannot see that the source from which you drink remains full no matter how often you sip. It is your nature, but it can be tamed with practice. You can learn to ignore these pressing doubts, in time."

"I want to do this. I want to feel this burning, to learn where it might go, but.. I'm still nervous about..you, and where you..fit."

"That is not an uncommon concern, vhenan."

"So I've heard. But what if I never overcome it? What if it still..frightens me? If you accepted it--"

"--I would accept it." His tone was firm, almost indignant.

"--then it would only be me that was benefitting from this. It would only be me that was taking."

Solas barked a laugh, making Tallin jump.

When he finally settled, his grin had not abated--a full one that revealed straight white teeth and sharp canines, crinkled eyes that glowed with pure mirth.

Tallin lay there, confused and a bit put out, by her hahren's strange reaction.

"'Ma'vhenan, there is so much more to sex than that." He chuckled again, the sound decidedly doting. "You see yourself as taking advantage of me, of taking while offering nothing in return until you have used me all up, yes?" A reluctant nod. "But you have never considered to ask how I feel in all this?"

Tallin blinked.

"In matters of state you display exemplary feats of compassion and empathy, but in matters of the heart you are callous to yourself. You believe that sex is a matter of 'taking', but that is far too reductive for what this is.  Pleasure does not solely originate from taking or receiving. Giving is just as lucrative. In giving, I would be receiving your pleasure. The joy in giving a gift is to receive another's happiness, is it not?

"Y-Yes.."

"And do you not see that you are a gift to me?"

"I am?"

"Yes. Your trust that I will do right by you in this matter is a precious gift, one I will hold close to my heart. That you offer me the opportunity to teach you despite your lingering reservations is no small gesture."

[snippet 4]

"I love you." She said, muffled. "Ar lath ma."

"Lathan na. Bellanaris. Please understand that this is a request I must refuse. The time to learn of me will come later." At the familiar sight of Tallin's brow furrowing in confusion, he hummed, a serene enigmatic smile on his face as he cupped her inked cheek. He leaned in and planted an affectionate kiss upon her forehead before resting his against hers, peering into her puzzled brown eyes. "Tonight we are learning about you. This is your first experience not just with a man, but with pleasure. I will not risk overwhelming you with my wants when you have yet to determine what it is you yourself desire." Another kiss. "Slowly, 'ma'vhenan, slowly is best."

Sheepishly, "O-Okay, but I only wanted--"

He was quick to silence her with a kiss. "I know, I know, and you are so good to have offered." His voice dropped into a purr. "So good for me.." His mouth was on hers again, hot and surprisingly eager. Tallin's eyes widened, then fell closed at the familiar brush of his tongue against her lips. Thick honey-heat pooled beneath her skin; her hands found his shoulder and nape to instinctively pull him close as she obediently opened her mouth.

They clashed and fed upon each other's taste. She discovered his: sugar and..lemon. Lemon cake? It tasted good, a faint playful zing on her tongue.

Time and sense gradually slipped away with the air in her lungs. At some point he turned them both so she lay on her back. With his knees staked on either side of her, he could hover over her while avoiding making her feel trapped. Considerate, she thought with a burst of love, he is so considerate.

Solas was the first to pull away, and Tallin was only a little surprised that the soft noise of disappointment that she made at their parting didn't inspire any embarrassment in her.

What did make her blush furiously, though, was the show Solas made in how thoughtfully he licked his lips as he paused to catch his breath, grinning the whole time. "..mmh, an intriguing mystery."

Tallin didn't know if it was the lack of air or the wondrous nature of the kiss, but she couldn't connect the dots with what he was saying. "W-What?"

"The taste of you. I wonder what it could be. No, don't tell me." he clarified when she made a move to speak. He hummed to himself as his thumb rubbed the space beneath her lower lip, his grin simplifying into a satisfied smirk. Tallin felt another flare of heat radiate over her cheeks. "I will find out for myself soon enough."

And he descended upon her with his lips and tongue as fervently as before. She soon began to pant as she found herself once again suffocating on his sweet breaths. He seemed intent on fulfilling his promise. She could never have imagined a kiss to be this fierce, this hungry. He was devouring the very taste out of her mouth! And to her surprise she found she..liked it. She liked it as much as the soft and gentle kisses. Where those were affirming his devotion, these were confirmation that the desire she felt for him wasn't one-sided.

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[allisondraste]

Temperance (33/42)

Pairing: Nathaniel Howe/ Female, Non-HoF Cousland

Story Summary: Nathaniel and Elissa were childhood friends, but time and distance tore them apart. In the aftermath of the Fifth Blight, and Ferelden’s Civil War, both Elissa and Nathaniel must attempt reconstruct their tattered lives. As a series of events lead them to be reunited, both are reminded of so many years ago when things were much simpler.

Chapter Summary:    Nathaniel wishes it took longer to return to Vigil’s Keep. 

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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Fereldan Countryside, 9:31 Dragon

Nathaniel sat across the campfire from Liss, pretending not to notice when she glanced up from her book to eye him sharply.  As she read, she turned each page with an exaggerated amount of force and pointedness, a display of irritation that was much less subtle than she likely believed.  She might as well have torn out the pages, wadded them into little balls and tossed them at his head. In fact, if she had lobbed the whole book at him, he wouldn’t have been surprised.  He probably wouldn’t have even tried to dodge.

They had not spoken since that morning, when Nathaniel had taken it upon himself to drive a wedge into yet another of his relationships, just as he’d done with Lucia the night before.  He knew it wasn’t his place to tell Liss what she should and shouldn’t do, and he was frustrated with his complete inability to let it go. If she wanted to become a Grey Warden, then she should. However, the thought terrified him, and he’d let his fear get the better of him.  Now, despite sitting just feet from her, he’d never felt further away.

The four of them had decided to break the day long trip to Amaranthine into two, less exhausting halves, and thus set up camp on the road from Denerim.  The camp was painfully quiet, tension hanging like smoke in the air, suffocating and oppressive. With Liss preoccupied by her pointed, passive-aggressive reading in Nathaniel’s direction, and Lucia gazing absently into the fire,  Alistair’s discomfort was obvious. He sat on the ground, craning his head around and darting his eyes in every direction, plucking at hardy weeds that shot up through the frozen soil, and fidgeting endlessly. At one point he emptied out the entirety of the contents of his pack, and put each item back in one by one.  When he asked to do the same for Lucia’s and she refused, he pouted and scooted over more closely to Liss.

Peering over her arm to look at the text in her hands, he asked, “New book?”

Liss’ posture relaxed almost instantly as she turned to look at Alistair with a soft smile. “Actually, it’s an old one.”  She marked her spot and closed the book turning it so that he could see the front.

Squinting, Alistair read the words. “Songs of the Pirate Queen?” He took the book from her hands and began to thumb through the pages.

“Mhmm,” she answered cheerfully, “It was one of my mother’s favorites.  She had at least three copies at any given time. I think she missed the sea more than she let on.”

“What,” he asked enthusiastically, still skimming the pages, “Was your mother a pirate or something?”

Liss laughed.  “Actually, yes! Well, before she married my father, that is.  My grandparents weren’t too happy with the arrangement, but Papa loved her.”

Nathaniel’s chest tightened at the memory of Lady Eleanor, and the nearly inaudible waver in Liss’ voice as she spoke about her.

She continued, “You know The Soldier and the Seawolf?  It’s actually about my parents.”

“Huh, I didn’t know th— oh.” Alistair’s eyes widened and his entire face flushed as he slammed Liss’ book shut.  He stiffened and looked out into the fire.

Liss giggled and brought her hand to her mouth, a gesture she often used when she was attempting to hide her amusement.  “I’m so sorry. I should have warned you that it explores some… mature themes. It’s very tasteful, I swear.”

“No, no it’s fine,” Alistair spluttered, fumbling around with his words, “Er, I mean, I’m fine. It’s just.”  He waved his hands vaguely and cleared his throat before sighing and handing her the book back, placing it gingerly onto her lap as if it might bite him.  

For the first time during the exchange, Lucia looked up, smile spreading across her lips as she studied Alistair affectionately, face brightening in a way Nathaniel had never seen. She looked at Liss and spoke.  “Alistair’s favorite book is The Ugly Nugling, if that tells you anything.”

“It’s a classic,” Alistair stated proudly, “And it has the most lovely message.”

“Which is?” Lucia raised her eyebrows.

“Even if you have beady eyes and creepy little hand…feet… things, you still have value.”

“And did that help you in your formative years as a nug,” Nathaniel asked suddenly, surprising himself.  

Alistair laughed.  “Yes, come to think of it.  It did help me through a rather rough spot when the other nugs wouldn’t let me join their nug games.”

Nathaniel snorted, and glanced reflexively in Liss’ direction.  She was still laughing, bright smile painted across her face. Then their eyes met, her smile fading as she looked away.  His chest tightened until she looked at him again, eyes full of amusement and sparkling in the firelight. No doubt she was fighting a desperate battle to keep the smile from returning to her face, a battle she seemed to be losing if the smirk twitching at her lips was any evidence. Though he knew she was still angry with him, that he would still need to find some way to make amends, the brief, shared moment was a relief that he had not done as much damage as he previously thought.

Conversation came more easily after that, a thin veil of humor and lightheartedness to hide the angry bronto in the room until the sun settled beneath the horizon and stars twinkled brightly.  Liss was the first to doze off, open book face down on the ground beside her. Even with two heavy blankets wrapped around her, she still looked cold and uncomfortable. For someone so distinctly Fereldan, she’d never appreciated cold weather, and he knew she must be miserable.  Several feet beside her, Alistair had fallen asleep,too, his head on Lucia’s lap as she looked down at him fondly, raking gentle fingers through his hair. Nathaniel envied their contentment even though he knew there was immense pain buried deep beneath the surface. He envied the ease with which they settled back into one another.  If he’d only kept his temper at bay, his opinions to himself then maybe he and Liss could have been… something already. Maybe he would have been allowed to at least explain why he hadn’t written to her. He let his gaze wander back over to Liss, watching as her body rose and fell with each breath. They’d been so close just a day ago. How had it all gone so wrong?

“She’s been through a lot, hasn’t she?” Lucia’s quiet voice startled him, and he turned to look at her.  She was watching Liss as he had been, brows knitted.

Nathaniel sighed heavily, taking a moment before answering to quell the unwelcome tears burning behind his eyes. “She has.”

Lucia fell silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and spoke again. “I am sorry if I have caused strife between you two.”

“You—“ Nathaniel cleared his throat, “You haven’t.”  He needed to say more, to apologize to her for how he’d treated her, but he froze and the words escaped him.

Luckily, she continued.  “Alistair wasn’t too happy with my decision to recruit her either.  He said that she was not in a good place to make that kind of choice.”

“He’s right.  I think it’s a mistake,” he said, bluntly and Lucia flinched, “But it’s hers to make, and I apologize for acting as if you are responsible.”

“Aren’t I?”

“Liss is stubborn and difficult to refuse,” Nathaniel assured her, “Even if you were responsible, it wouldn’t discount the need for an apology.  I was out of line.”

“It’s okay, Nate,” Lucia said, dropping her standard formality to use his shortened name.  She looked back down at Alistair, as she traced the line of his jaw with her fingertips. “I understand why you might want to protect her from what we are.”

“Thank you,” he muttered, looking away from her.  He didn’t know what else to say or do. Again, she had proven herself wise beyond her years, and he was ashamed.

The rest of the night passed without event. It also passed without a wink of sleep for Nathaniel— not that he’d even tried— and the remainder of the trip to Amaranthine had flown by quickly, too quickly.  It would not have bothered him had their journey been halted by bandits or a pack of hungry wolves. Anything to delay Liss’ inevitable joining and what that meant one way or another. He hardly spoke, only because everything he wanted to say would be the wrong thing.  So he bit his tongue until he thought it might bleed as he always had.

When they arrived at Vigil’s Keep, the relative peace and quiet startled Nathaniel.  It was a shift from the hustle and bustle of Denerim, and he’d almost forgotten how few people there truly were in such a large space, even after just a few days.  As they entered the large, vacant area that was the main hall, he noticed Liss glancing at him from the corner of his eye, no doubt curious at his reaction to his childhood home, the place she’s seen him off to at the end of each summer.  If he were honest, it still made him nervous, as if his angry father would be waiting around every corner to welcome him home with a barrage of insults. Of course, his father was dead, and that wouldn’t happen. Never again.

“Well slap my ass and call me a nug’s uncle,” boomed Oghren as he approached, rather swiftly for the stocky dwarf, “If it isn’t my favorite little pike twirler.”  He reached up and punched Alistair playfully in the abdomen.

Alistair flinched, but laughed and gave Oghren a shove. “I suppose there is no talking you out of that nickname, huh?”

“Not a chance,” Oghren said proudly, puffing out his chest. “Guess you heard I’m a Warden now.”

“I did.  Glad to have you among our ranks, Ser Dwarf.”

“Well, shit,” Oghren muttered.  Nathaniel swore he saw a glimmer of tears in Oghren’s eyes as he and Alistair shared the Warden salute.

It wasn’t long before the others arrived to the main hall, with the exception of Justice, who’d been exceptionally quiet and reclusive since The Mother’s defeat.  Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Kristoff’s body had begun to decay beyond use. In any event, Anders and Sigrun appeared as their typically enthusiastic selves, Velanna trailing behind with her arms crossed over her chest and a standard scowl painted on her face.  Guilt bubbled in Nathaniel’s chest at the thought of parading Liss around in front of her. Velanna had been more than understanding, but this would most likely be an insult to injury.

Without wasting any time, Anders approached Liss.  “Hello, my lady. I’m Anders. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Liss blinked and her face reddened, clearly flustered.  “My name is Elissa, and the pleasure is mine.”

“A charming name for a charming gi—“ Anders yelped as Velanna elbowed him in the rib cage. “What did I do this time?”

Instead of answering Anders, Velanna looked at Liss. “Andaran atish’an, Elissa.  I am Velanna.”

“And I’m Sigrun!”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Liss said politely, “You can call me Liss, by the way.  I prefer it. I’m just so accustomed to giving my full name.”

“You’re the Cousland girl, aren’t you?” Oghren had stopped teasing Alistair and chimed in.

“I am.”

“I’m sorry about your family,” he said in an unexpected display of social appropriateness. “It’s a damn shame.”

“Thank you,” Liss mumbled, clearly unsure what to say. She could not have planned for so many people outside of the nobility, and especially outside of Highever to care about what happened to her family.  

“Elissa,” Lucia shouted.  She’d been away from the group speaking with Seneschal Garevel.  

Liss turned abruptly. “Yes, Warden-Commander?”

“Can you come with me for a moment? We have some matters to discuss before this evening.”

As if it were an instinct, she looked to Nathaniel who nodded at her, and then she answered Lucia.  “Sure.”

Liss, Lucia, and Garevel exited the hall, and Alistair remained standing awkwardly, kicking at the floor with his boot, as if he were avoiding eye contact with a pack of wolves. Oghren introduced him to everyone as an old friend and comrade, and he seemed to ease up when they did not devour him whole.  Tense and growing increasingly anxious as minutes passed by, Nathaniel separated from the others and paced around the hall before settling on a spot to stand, right next to his mother’s portrait. It seemed they had decided not to take it down after all.  

“You’re especially talkative today,” chirped a familiar voice from behind him.  He turned to see Anders leaning against a bookshelf and grinning.  

“What can I say,” Nathaniel answered with as much sarcasm as he could muster, “I just have so many things to say.”

“Ouch.  Touchy, are we?” Anders moved closer and put a hand on his shoulder.  “Wouldn’t have anything to do with the new recruit who you kept gazing at longingly, would it?”

“I was not gazing at her longingly,” he snapped.

“Yeah, and I’m a Templar,” Anders replied, eyeing him pointedly, “Oh, wait. You mean we aren’t trying to see who can tell the most outrageous lie?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m stunned, truly.” The mage rolled his eyes, and waved his hand flippantly.

“Are we talking about Nate’s lover?” Sigrun had appeared as if out of nowhere and Anders jumped.

“ Lover? ” Anders’ face lit up with mischief.

“She’s not—“ Nathaniel attempted helplessly.

“She is why you went to Denerim, is she not?”  Velanna had approached as well, an utter betrayal.

“I—“

“Knock it off,” Oghren scolded as he joined the fray, pushing past Anders and Sigrun.  Nathaniel had never been more relieved to see the dwarf. “Let the boy think about his pretty Cousland girl in peace won’t ya?”

Oghren elbowed him and cackled, clearly not his calvary after all.  Nathaniel supposed that it if he was to have friends, he had to endure a bit of fun at his expense every once in a while.  This was simply the worst time, the worst place, and he was not remotely in the mood to entertain it. Just as he opened his mouth to tell them all to get off his arse, someone cleared their throat from behind the group and everyone turned to look at Alistair who stood several feet away, waving and smiling sheepishly.

“Hey, uh, Nathaniel,” he said, motioning toward the hall with his thumb, “I think Luc— er, the commander wants to talk to you.”

Nathaniel frowned, unsure what Lucia would need to talk to him about, but he welcomed the excuse to escape the friendly mob. He nodded and followed Alistair down the hallway at the back of the room, the same that Lucia and the others had left through just moments before.

“Do you know why the commander needs to speak with me?”

Alistair laughed and stopped walking. “She doesn’t.”

Nathaniel blinked a few times. “Oh.”

“They were just a few pitchforks short of a mob,” the other man explained, chuckling and leaning against the wall, “Consider this your daring rescue.”

Nathaniel smirked.  “It’s odd. I always thought knights in shining armor had magnificent white steeds.”

“Oh...that. You see,  I have this thing where I fall off horses.” Alistair shrugged.  “Sorry to disappoint.”

They shared a laugh, and then Nathaniel clapped him on the shoulder. “In all seriousness.  Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”  Alistair looked down the hallway in one direction and then back down the other.  “Full disclosure: I have no idea where I’m going. Is there another way out of this hallway or did I just trap us here? Because that would definitely be something that I would do.”

Shaking his head, Nathaniel began walking down the hall, away from the main room where his friends no doubt waited for him to emerge, motioning for Alistair to follow after him.  Luckily, Vigil’s Keep was rather circular in design. They passed the door that led to the seneschal’s office, where Lucia and Liss most likely were, turned a corner, and went up several flights of stairs until they reached a door that led outside to the battlements.  He opened the door and stepped outside, Alistair close behind. It was cooler than it had been when they’d arrived, and the sky was overcast with clouds that threatened to break open at any moment.  

“Perfect weather for a Joining,” Alistair remarked.

“You don’t say,” Nathaniel answered tersely.

They shared a moment of heavy silence, as they continued walking.  Then, Nathaniel spoke. “I apologize for being rude to you before. I have not been at my best these past few days.”

“Yeah, well.” Alistair looked down and rubbed the back of his neck.  He straightened up and flashed an embarrassed grin.“Neither have I.”

So much had transpired in such a short span of time, it took Nathaniel a moment to realize he was referring to the kiss.  He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he didn’t really know what to say. It was not something he really felt entitled to an opinion about, although he certainly had one.  

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” Alistair said somberly, walking toward the parapet before them and leaning over. “I didn’t mean to, um, get in the way of anything.”

“You didn’t,” Nathaniel sighed and moved the stand beside him. “This is all on me.”

“I am worried about her too,” Alistair said, “We all get a little reckless when we’re afraid.”

“She’s afraid? That’s not why she told me she decided to join.”

“It’s not what she’s told anyone.  She’ll say it’s because she’s always wanted to be a Grey Warden or that she’s looking for a new purpose, or some other romantic, Liss-like explanation for her decision.”  Alistair stared vacantly out over the keep. “And those are all probably true, but the real reason she’s doing it is because she’s terrified.”

“Of what?”  Nathaniel was ashamed that he’d known Liss his entire life and couldn’t answer the question for himself.

“Being alone.”

“Pardon my skepticism, but how do you know?”

Alistair turned and looked at him, bitter smile spreading across his lips.  “We have a lot in common, Liss and I.”

“I see.”

“I think that’s why things happened the way they did...not that it’s an excuse or anything.”  

Nathaniel nodded absently, more than a little frustrated that he hadn’t seen it himself.  Of course Liss was scared of being alone, Liss who had never been without her family, who lost almost everyone she loved in one night and who blamed herself for it, who spent a year on her own, scraping and struggling to get to the capitol.  She had finally achieved some sense of stability in Denerim with the council, and with Alistair’s friendship, and then those, too, began to fade. Why had he not seen that? Had he realized, their conversation the day before would have gone so much differently. Much less trying to talk her out of it, much more assuring her that she wouldn’t be alone, no matter her choice.  He wished with every ounce of himself he hadn’t jumped to conclusions.

Then, maybe there was still time.  Pushing off from the parapet, he turned abruptly to head back inside the castle.  Alistair eyed him with confusion. “Wait. Where are you going?

“I have to talk to Liss,” Nathaniel stated sharply, “Now.”

Note: The book Liss is reading is actually the title of a really wonderful hawkebela fanfic that I couldn’t recommend more highly! ;D

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[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Foool! You can't possibly make Nuglings cursed, they're too damn adorable! *throaty wheezing leper laugh* Damn, my other lung just gave out. Ah well, Papa Nurgle said I dont need lungs. Point still stands, Nurglings are uncursable.

Oh, yeah. Nurglings are very lovable. Some Plague Marines love them so much that they use them the way certain individuals used gerbils in the ‘70s and ‘80s

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