#redhand and the company

[heelluring]

— wherein your boyfriend, heeseung cheated...

warnings: C H E A T I N G, caught in an act redhanded, angst angst angst, cursing, sex, hoping bad things on someone, punching and slapping, melted ice cream (?)

You can't deny that the relationship between you and heeseung are starting to blur. It started with a simple, 'i'm tired...' until it escalated into no calls for almost a week. Tried to be an understanding girlfriend, giving him as much 'space' as he wants that maybe, you regret doing so. It feels like it just cause further drift in between you two.

You tried asking for help though, that's when your sister, rina came into picture. Your sister tried to reassure you, she is working at the same company as heeseung does and as his senior. "He's just tired, the company's expecting everything to be perfect for this upcoming project and everyone is tensed." She said dismissing your worries when you met her for a coffee.

"You really think so, unnie?"

"I swear, after this week hee will just come back to you as if nothing happened" You were delighted when you heard that. But, when did your sister called your boyfriend by his nickname that you only have the privileged to use? BUT THEN AGAIN, you're still happy with the reassurance she gave you. Holding out hope that you didn't poke around the 'nickname' incident too much. Maybe after working for the same company, they became close. Perhaps, rina and heeseung became each other's support system as they struggle to work in a toxic environment. That made you feel relieved for some reason.

True to her words, heeseung came back to you like nothing happened in the following week. He was all smiles, the happier ever since you seen him. You felt like the past came back when the both of you are just starting with your relationship. Heeseung was so attentive when he came back that time, saying he wanted to spend time together as a payment for all the times the two of you didn't got to do what the other couples do. You were happy, so happy. All the doubts, concerns, and insecurities was once again burned down the ground.

There's also a time where you invited rina to have lunch with you and heeseung, with also the purpose to thank her for reassuring you but of course, heeseung doesn't need to know about that. And so, with the three of you in a table, you can't help but smile and enjoy the company of the two people you love. Can't help but to laugh at their antics as they talk and tell silly stories together.

Then, heeseung had to go into a business trip. He said this would be his ticket to get a promotion, and as his girlfriend, you let him go with a heart burning support. Reassuring, and taking care of everything he need until he left. Weeks passed by and you haven't heard of him. Aside from the occasional, 'I'm okay... don't skip breakfast' there was nothing. No calls or video calls.

And, you understand. Heeseung was working so hard to get this promotion and the only thing you can do to support is by waiting for him. Just like today, as always... you tried your luck, maybe he's free and having his lunch right now since it's morning in the New York whilst it's late at night in Seoul. Maybe he'll finally pick up the phone since according to rina the company is doing some finishing touches and will be back at the end of the week, and besides there's only a 12 hours difference. You always make sure to call him in the morning to not disturb him so now that heeseung will be back soon, you were filled with hope. But then,

The number you have dialed is either—

he's not answering. You tried to dial his number again but it still failed. It's not even ringing, perhaps his phone died. Maybe he's too tired, is he even eating well? You can't do anything but sighed, and continued to walk. With a tab of ice cream in your hand, you finally saw Rina's apartment building. After confirming your identification to the security, you waited for the elevator.

Ever since heeseung left, you tried spending time with your sister. Growing up, you're not that close. And after her help with regards to your relationship, you felt something sparked in between of you causing you to wonder what happened for the two of you to grow apart. Seeing this as an opportunity to build connection, you tried hanging out with her. But, she's been busy for a while. Always saying that you two will hang out once all her work is done. You were concerned about her, of course. It looks like the company is giving her a hard time so you stepped up your game. What could comfort her better than a good creamy ice cream, right?

The elevator produced a sound the same time its doors opened to the intended floor. You calmy took a step, mumbling the unit number over and over again. "205... 205..." You carefully looked at the unit number before finally stopping at the right door. You were about to knock when the door moved open slightly at the sudden force from your knuckles. It didn't create a sound though, the door wasn't locked at all. Or, maybe rina thought she did locked it but failed to do so the last time she used it.

You, then pushed it completely open as the silence greets you. All the main lights are off aside from the light and soft sounds coming from the living room. You started walking through the entrance, and after sensing that there's a person, it automatically opened its lights. A pair of men's shoes scattered lousily at the floor. Your sister obviously got a visitor.

You continued your venture until you came into the living room. The light and the sound you heard earlier came from the TV as you expected, the soft buzz of the actors' voices where the only sounds heard in the entire apartment. Your eyes then travelled to a certain direction, and was greeted by a rather familiar suitcase. Your heart beat in a rather uncomfortable way. You were getting nervous from the thoughts that are slowly creeping inside your mind.

"It's impossible, y/n. Heeseung's still in new york..."

You sighed, trying to control your breathing that you didn't even noticed escalating the same time as your heart beat. After getting courage that you didn't even know where you get, you started walking closer to the couch. A piece of clothing one after another revealed in your eyes. You tried to calm yourself but the way your hands trembled says otherwise, as you bravely grabbed the neck tie that is disposed on the couch together with the others.

It's a classic dark blue with an elegant design. A design that you are so familiar with as the one who personally picked and gifted it for heeseung's birthday last year. You clutched it closes to your heart, as the other one made in contact with your mouth, tears slowly filling your waterlines.

"Ugh—" Your breath hitched at the sound, head swiftly looking at the direction of the master's bedroom to your side. You frozed completely, even your breath stopped. The only thing you can feel is the way you heart beats as you wait for another sound. Maybe it's all in your head, a hallucination. You decided to walk closer to the door, now all numb and deprived of normality.

You thought you're dead inside but what you see on the other side of the door is what further killed you. "Ugh, shit, hee! You're fucking me so good baby. Yes—" It was your sister getting fucked by your boyfriend of 3 years on the bed. You can clearly see how heeseung's cock disappear in her hole as he thrust. How her eyes rolled at the back of her head in every rut. Groans, moans, and slap of skin to skin were the ones dominating the whole room. How can you not hear them the first time you walked in? How can you not see all the signs?

That's when you realize, you were blind all along. How can you not suspect when your sister called your boyfriend by his nickname? How can you not doubt all the smiles and subtle touches they do at the lunch you three did? How can you be so oblivious all this time?

You sighed despite the shaky breath, as you swipe the tears away. This will fucking end now, and you'll make sure to see the end of it as you look at the security camera blinking in corner of the ceiling.

As the moans increased, you decided to kick the door with all the strength you had making it swung open with an alarming noise together with the panic screams you induced to the two people on the bed.

"Shit— Y/N!" Heeseung cursed getting dressed in panic as rina hugged the sheets to cover herself. "Y/N... this is not what it looks—" The man stopped his blabber when you throw the tab of ice cream at them and to everyone's surprise the now melted chocolate ice cream spilled everywhere staining the bed and the two. "We're over..." You said, surprised by how stable your voice are, how void you are of emotions. And, that's the last thing you said before turning around to walk away.

You were about to go out the front door when a pair of hands stopped you on your way, "Wait, y/n... please, love let me explain" Heeseung desperately begged, as he look straight at you. His eyes filled with emotions but... you unfortunately, weren't. His hair was messy, there are marks everywhere on his body, and most of all his lips are swelling with a stain of red lipstick, a profound reminder of his deception.

And, your lack of emotions as you look at him made heeseung devastated. You sneered, harshly swatting his hold before your clenched fists made in contact with his face. Heeseung fell on the floor, shocked as he look up to you. You thought you were drained of emotion but you were completely wrong. You can't feel anything other than, "I am so fucking disgusted of you." ... disgust. And the way your eyes look at him empty, with no expectation whatsoever, as if he wasn't deserving of any emotions even anger from you made heeseung even more distraught.

You felt another presence walking up to you, but before she can even finish apologizing your hands automatically made in contact with her cheeks making her look at you in shock. "I hope both of you suffer far more greater than I felt." and I'll make sure of that. You mumbled before walking completely out of their lives.

heelluring, 2024

#masterlist #enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen ff #enhypen imagines #enhypen angst #angst #lee heeseung #yang jungwon #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki

[fontainescape]

My two cents on what the Indemnitium is for

I looked up a possible etymology on where this word could have been based on. And I'll just quote what I read to make things convenient, and because I'm not smart about laws.

Indemnity can be defined as a contractual obligation to compensate an individual or business for damages or losses they experience. Put another way, an insurance company indemnifies a policyholder by restoring them to their prior financial status, or making them “whole” again, in the event of a covered event or peril.

The Oratrice converts the people's beliefs in justice into indemnitium, and this energy is used to power Fontaine. But the House of the Hearth believes the oratrice has something to do with the prophecy.

Remember that whenever the oratrice is mentioned, Furina panics and claims to not know why or what is happening. The first was when the people reacted to the surprising verdict of the oratrice to Childe's case. The second being Arlecchino's inquiry about the oratrice' purpose and what she plans to do with the "massive amounts of indemnitium" that was stored over the past centuries, to which Furina replies:

Furina: T-the Oratrice? It... It's just like it appears to be.

She looks surprised here, like she was caught redhanded. She claims here that the Oratrice is simply as it appears to be: a machine that converts people's beliefs into energy, as a court case tool. Contrary to Arlecchino's conclusion that Furina doesn't seem to know anything about it, Furina's reaction to me sounded like a child getting caught with a broken vase. She does not address what the excessive indemnitium residuals serve for. Instead, she basically says 'it is what it is', acting like she knows nothing about it. However, Arlecchino also concluded that someone is, in fact, using that excess to prepare for something.

Now, I think it is obvious that the oratrice is created by Focalors to prepare for the prophecy. But what exactly will it do? So besides providing a stable energy source for Fontaine, I think the oratrice is also a tool to return Neuvillette's full dragon/sovereign authority.

Neuvillette is Focalors' "insurance" for the fate of Fontaine. That sounds ridiculous but hear me out.

As Neuvillette mentioned in Act IV, he can deal with the primordial sea if the elemental authority (which is stored in the gnosis) is returned to him.

I believe Focalors should have already known the existence of the primordial sea crisis way back when as she should also be able to recall/hear the memories in the waters through the power of the gnosis unless otherwise. And the fact that Furina's character teaser implies that the flood had already happened.

Furina: Now you see? The Prophecy has come true. And everything has been lost to the great flood.

I might be giving Focalors too much credit, but I think she was able to connect the dots the correlation between the primordial sea and the hydro dragon sovereign's shared primordial characteristics.

But another big question is why couldn't Focalors just use her gnosis herself to save Fontaine? Why does it have to be Neuvillette?

I believe that in order to save Fontaine from its cruel sentence, it has to be overruled by the original or primordial holder of the hydro elemental authority. Why? Because the primordial waters is a setback that has existed since ancient times.

The reason it took this long for Focalors to hand over the gnosis to Neuvillette is probably because she needs more time to collect indemnitium. Remember in Teyvat Story Prevails that "even she does not want to make an enemy of the divine" hence this clearly states Focalors is wary of Celestia. The question is "of what" exactly.

Handing over the authority to a reincarnation of a dragon sovereign would be a huge deal to the Heavenly Principles, won't it? In order to avoid Celestia's gaze, perhaps she needed to take the process slowly and hide it well from gods' prying eyes. Henceforth, the Oratrice was created. Perhaps the excess indemnitium is a replacement for the essence inside the gnosis. Or perhaps... indemnitium is just actually the raw essence of the gnosis itself disguised under a psuedonym, and it helping source Fontaine's energy serves as the alibi while it slowly returns to Neuvillette. That might explain why Lyney was "contaminated" when he inched closer to the Oratrice.

Next: Theory on Focalors' Curse

#everything about this sounds cracked HELPPP #my head is aching #theories #furina #focalors #neuvillette #arlecchino #genshin impact #fontaine

[fourtyfourcatss]

[████████ 100%] — my other fav @averagetoyakinnie !

— my only love for the rest of this lifetime, “what are you, a dictionary?”, dancing to see how your bodies slot together, actions actions actions.

“oh, my love. if you were at my level of madness, you would cast away your jewelry, sell all your bracelets. and sleep in my eyes.”

nizar qabbani

̫⃝*｡೨⋆*✩ #how did the couple first meet?

Wind blew through the desolate park, cutting the soft cheeks of a man without a scarf. JAXRAEL shivered despite the layers of clothes stacked on his shoulders, a flock of birds the last of the migrating birds on the horizon. The sky was pale, and the clouds were but wisps. He had his skateboard in hand, his feet bouncing in excitement. A new skatepark had finally opened in Jaxrael’s neighborhood, and he had found some time to head down for a test of how the grounds were after rummaging through his busy schedule. Though, oddly enough, when he glanced around the vicinity, he could not spot a single soul. Only white stones and grass and trees kept him company, ruffled by the zephyr. It combed through his scalp, the smell of pine ladened underneath his nose. It tickled a bit.

But as he went further in, he realized that he was not the only one occupying this park. At the end of the path, next to his destination, Jax spotted a figure perched atop a bench.

The stranger’s hoodie covered his face, the fabric stretching across his strong build. He was completely still, like a stagnant pond. But Jax could catch a hint of emerald eyes, dazed, and contemplative. A singular scar ran down his lips, like the stroke of a calligrapher’s brush.

His heart stuttered, if only for a second.

The man looked melancholic, the sunlight reaching the tips of his eyelashes. And suddenly, his green eyes shifted onto Jax’s.

Jax halted in place, peeling his eyes off the man after being caught redhanded.

But it was too late to go back! If he didn’t skate now, he wouldn’t have time later because his schedule’s entirely full from a series of misfortunate, coinciding events. With embarrassment clotting red all over his face, the youthful man laid his jacket on another bench, and stepped on his board.

But as the minutes flew by, Jaxrael could not focus at all on skateboarding. The stranger’s eyes bore onto him at every second, tracing Jax’s figure into his mind. But at the same time— a pang of pity resounded in Jaxrael’s heart— the stranger still looked miserable. And after a few moments of grappling, he decided that he must make sure this man is alright at the very least.

Once that thought spurred in his mind, it roused in his chest as his heart thumped, nervousness mingling across the corners of his brows. For a moment, his head feel blank. Then, he flipped.

The world swept upside down, but he could not feel the familiar weight of the skateboard underneath his feet. I’m going to fall—!Jaxrael sucked in a breath of air, body tensing—

Before warm arms braced against his back and behind his knees, halting his fall. The stranger frowned.

“Hey,” his deep (and slightly irate) voice pinched Jax’s heart. From this angle, he can see the man’s bangs framing his face, eyes a brilliant hue. “Pay attention instead of staring next time.”

Then he leaned in, the slightest of mirth in his eyes, “But your skating isn’t bad.”

Then, an echo of a voice came from afar— “THE PARK IS CLOSED TODAY FOR CLEANING! WHY THE HELL ARE PEOPLE STILL COMING IN?!”

Wait, Jaxrael thought, the park was closed today?

The man clicked his tongue, muttering under his breath, “So annoying. He’ll talk my ears off he if finds out I came again.”

“Came again?” Jax parroted, “what did you say to him?”

Police officers usually let people off with a warning— if he’s so cautious about arrest, he must’ve really pissed that police officer off.

“Oh, not much,” he chuckled, and Jax watched as he licked his lips, turning back before whispering the most diabolical, flabbergasting, offensive sentence into his ears. Jax’s mouth was agape. “Well, it’s not truly me, but a little devil without horns (read: megumi).”

Then, the stranger took upon Jax’s hands, and with a mischievous smile, winked. His hands throbbed.

“FUCKING LOVEBIRDS!” Was the last thing they heard, hidden by the beaten grass.

̫⃝*｡೨⋆*✩ #how are they now?

Toji hummed. “Afterwards, we kept meeting up at that same place. Truthfully, I wasn’t planning on proceeding with Jaxrael, but.” He pauses there, and refused to elaborate after a long period of reflection. In truth, he was partially correct. If it not be your unrelenting chase for answers and reasons towards everything, he would have long left that memory in the dust. but he was attacked on both ends, one end being you, and another, unexpectedly, being his little son with the sharp tongue. and he thought, could i have this? do i deserve this?

a young child barred from his family, hands and heart beyond rough with callouses— and the one who came a little late. but, its all alright in the end.

now, he’s extremely clingy, even though he acts shamelessly like he isn’t. megumi roasts both of you for misusing or misremembering slang, and you laugh while toji raises a challenging eyebrow. i think this is more of an extremely blended relationship, acting like an extremely close friendship yet with the tender feeling of lovers rippling underneath. sweet and casual, with the openness and vulnerability the two of you can expose and indulge in one another. that’s why, many people dare not to approach when the two of you are interacting with one another, your actions undeniably romantic in undertone, bringing about a new sort of tension in the relationship. the two of you get intimate very fast, seeking one another <- in whatever way, you interpret it, but mostly emotionally.

[original hcs here]

̫⃝*｡೨⋆*✩ 【INNATE TECHNIQUE:】

JAX always held a special constitution as a child. He could always sense a certain “breeze” as a child that was all around him, unable to properly feel or grab a hold of it. It constantly slipped past his fingers. This child’s sensations was very unique, and gained a special ability deprived from his innate technique, “Ambience.”

His clan’s technique allows for the controlling of subatomic particles, their cursed energy has somehow adapted to the technique, and is almost entirely invisible. The user can freely manipulate the flow of cursed energy inside subatomic space, and directly change the properties of the object by using their cursed energy as a BATTERY (adding negative charge) or as a INSULATOR (taking away negative charge). It’s a very complicated technique, which results in the manipulation of “composition of atoms, including the particles that form them, and generating newly formed particles. The user can change how newly created elementary particles can interact with other particles, either by creating anomalies that break physics or be beneficial. The user can control three fundamental forces such as electromagnetism, strong force, and the weak force. Manipulate electrical charged particles and unstable ones, control quarks to cause the formation of strange matter, etc.” (from this website).

Of course, you cannot use all the abilities listed from that list, however, many creative liberties must be used for this technique, which you have. With this, Jax became a grade one jujutsu sorcerer, but he has not reached his peak potential yet…

the REASONING for this ability, is because somehow, everything about you, personality, hobbies, everything, reminds me of biting down on stick rockets on a unforgettable and peaceful night. i have never done it before, but i can feel it on my tongue.

DOMAIN EXPANSION

【領域展開 — four cosmic realms, unfold】

A stray atom explodes into the domain all around you. Suddenly, the space around you is engulfed in the dark void, then colors of which the eyes should not be able to see— then the white, sparkling and endlessly moving sparks— plasma. There are several large plasmic swords of a different hue surrounding you and your opponent, acting like another layer and barrier inside your domain. You can manipulate these plasmic swords however you like inside this domain.

The name of your domain comes from the four main phases of matter, which in turn, will play into the background of your technique. In this space, you become capable of manipulating forces itself because of your innate technique and the cursed energy surrounding the area. The user of this technique can generate force fields and the fundamental forces. The only drawback to both this technique and domain is the level of precision one must have, and the strain that it places on the user’s mind is very electrical in the very least. It’s mostly an amplification of your technique, and also simultaneously melting your opponent’s atoms down from the the bouncing plasma.

【A STRIKING WEAPON FROM AFAR】

I have good reason to believe this is a suitable weapon for you. First, you are a dancer, which no matter what category of dancing, requires semblance of movement. You know how there’s a joke that dancers make some of the scariest fucking fighters? You’re like that in Jujutsu kaisen. Whips pair well with that kind of movement that you cultivated into yourself for that form of activity. It suits you too, not in the aspect that you are domineering, but your presence take up the room very often, i’m guessing. something in relation to that makes this option feel very right.

a…A BABY???

when toji found out the two of you are having a son… the entire household disrupted into shock and chaos.

he has turfs of brownish-blond hair in resemblance to your original hair color, his eyes hold the same shape as yours, but it is a bright green with flickers of amber dotting it’s surface. babies has this thing of looking like both parents at different times and angles, something leaning more towards one parent. your son looks mostly like toji, hair pointing and droopy. but he has dimples, just like yours. when he smiled at toji, the man cried from the inner depths of his heart.

TOJI has had a stake in his heart that still have not healed for a very long time. When Megumi was born, he was not the main caretaker of the child who was already out of diapers and carts by the time he was left with him. He’s overjoyed, yet the stone inside his chest is keeping it at bay of spilling out, and he isn’t sure whether it is a good thing or not. but he will always try his best. he buys those really elementary baby books and brings home magazines to read. he just goes directly opposite of his frugal self when this happens, making sure you’re always comfortable, setting up your bath. when the child is born, in classical father fashion, he rubs the bottoms of his son’s feet in ink, and stamps its shape onto a piece of stone, hung on the walls of his nursery.

MEGUMI goes into extreme panic mode. you know that one meme where there’s this dude who gets unbelievably shocked to the point where his eyes are popping out? that’s like the exact facial expression he makes for a split second, and you have to laugh, and then everyone laughs because its you who’s laughing and then the atmosphere lifts. but like megumi is Ready. he will be the very best big brother there is, nonchalantly but also tenderly caring for his lil bro. he doesn’t have any big feelings at first other than to prove himself, but when the little kid is born, and holds his finger.

he’s gone.

TSUMIKI reacts more normally than the other two, but she is unbelievably happy too! i think she’s going to get very overprotective of you and the child, scolding the other two for their sometimes irresponsibility. she loves babysitting the kid, even though it seems that her younger brother isn’t a big fan of anyone, actually. its like a younger megumi has appeared, but also holding a different disposition. maybe its because the kid seems more listless rather than annoyed, enjoying life and sitting with his eyes closed, babbling just to feel his throat vibrating.

How is Jax’s relationships with others? and how do other people feel about the baby?

— MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: “I don’t remember much about my birth mother,” but he has a clairvoyant smile upon his face, “he is the closest I have to another parent.” Admiration and affection is mired on his face, unconcealed even with the best poker face he can muster. A lot of matchups and fics have megumi being a catalyst to the reader and toji being together, but in this case, it is not a relationship started based on lust nor with megumi’s direct intention of interfering or getting the two of you together. your friendship and love with toji and abilities as a sorcerer is something that he models his own capabilities towards. the compassion you hold in your heart, he learns after his first mission, is something heart to find in the jujutsu society. not even he nor his father has the same kind of strengths as yours. he uses his shadow techniques and lets you interact with his dogs and rabbits and other animals, and its just like heaven.

— GOJO SATORU: is a bit peeved. one of his only good upperclassman and childhood friend (you) was stolen by some gambling drunk off the street while skating… (exaggerates greatly). he’s putting toji through the 12 labors for you. he first met you during a ceremonial event for the gojo clan. your family, with it’s lavish status in the jujutsu world, was invited. during that event, he stole many courses of desserts and snacks for the group of children that has assembled by the clans that was invited as a pretense to try and get close to him. you were a bit different. long story short, he provoked you, and ever since you insulted him, he became attached to you like a fifth limb. when it comes to the kid, he reacts the same way as he did to megumi back in the anime, but he’s noticeably soft around the kid, and teases and promises to teach and mentor him. i think he’s just, superbly cheerful, and your listless son likes his energy.

if you had gotten with him instead, it would be more quiet around the house, but the journey of the relationship is both more fluid and rocky. with toji, the two of you eases into this relationship, unbounded and without fear. but gojo is not like toji. he does have fear in his heart. he hasn’t escaped the burdening grip the world has on his being, on his heart. but he tries so hard, and loves equally as much, blazing for you, lingering kisses, kissing the strands of your hair, stealing the glasses off the bridge of your nose and running with it.

— GETO SUGURU: he relates to you more than anyone in this entire cast, and thus, accepts you wholeheartedly. but he knows you are morally better than him. i think he follows you as an example for guidance too, to not lose his way. not only that, he absolutely adores children, so he’s going to bully them. gojo sort of bullies little fushiguro jokingly too, but geto is definitely more a prankster than most the fandom makes him out to be. the child cries because of him, 100%, but its on accident and he’s so apologetic afterwards that even principal yaga feels abashed.

— SHOKO IEIRI & UTAHIME IORI: are two people i didnt want to write together in a big paragraph like this, but besties stay together, and maybe i need to embrace that. the two of them love your humor and your sensitivity to things, much unlike the other guys. the three of you go out together often to buy food and hang out, discussing your favorite shows over snacks and drinks. shoko is definitely intrigued in your own interests in pathology and anthropology, and answers all your questions and is willing to research with you. your son and her sort of just chill together, and of everyone, she’s the one least shocked by the information that you have a kid with one of the most infamous characters in the jujutsu society. utahime on the other hand, is like megumi, but even more over the top. i feel like they’d have a rivalry thing of who is the best big brother vs who is the best aunt, and then yuuji comes in and fucks both of them over since your son likes him immediately.

— ZEN’IN MAKI: gives you that untested approval. you somehow fell in love with her gambling cousin’s personality on top of his looks, and you have your own way of showing to the jujutsu society you dont give two shits about their rules. for this, she admires you, and its enough to warrant her many visits to play with your son.

— ITADORI YUUJI is the true big brother. you knew it was over when your son crawled to him, and was picked up without hesitation. yuuji is now an honorary member of the fushiguro family, congratulations.

#jujutsu kaisen power matchups #jujutsu kaisen matchup #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #【🕰️】 jax.《 #hope you enjoy 😼😼😼

[orbicularia]

“the cupid had no idea what he was doing when he made us cross paths but it worked out just fine!” - future iggy

" oh, you really think cupid had anything to do with how they met? " they way their met was laughable. dev trying to hack his familys company while he caught her redhanded... then things turning slightly more explicit. she tightened her arms around his neck as she was sitting on his lap, facing him. " you were lucky i knew what you looked like or else i would've ghosted you. " she wouldn't have shown herself naked to just anyone. devon had some standards.

#driptape #𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔬. #she has standards !! 🙄

[sebeth]

The World Of Ice And Fire: The Andals Vs The Children of the Forest, the Ironborn, and the North (Revised 12/7/22)

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

  Erreg the Kinslayer, an Andal hero, came upon a grove of weirwood trees in High Heart. The Children of the Forest, under the protection of the Kings of the First Men, tended the trees. Archmaester Laurent’s Old Places of the Trident notes the grove contained thirty-one weirwood trees.

Erreg and company promptly started cutting down the trees. The Children and the First Men united to defend the holy grove but were slain by the Andals. The ghosts of the slain are said to haunt the place and rivermen shun the location to this day.

Erreg sounds like a charming character. Is he mentioned in the Seven’s texts? What kin did he slay?

Were Erreg and his fellow Andals so intent on destroying the weirwood grove because they were aware of the Children’s magical abilities or was it only due to the weirwoods’ importance in a rival religion?

The Andals then focused on the Children: “The Andals proved bitter enemies to the remaining children. To their eyes, the children worshipped strange gods and had strange customs, and so the Andals drove them out of all the deep woods the Pact had once given them. Weakened and grown insular over the years, the children lacked whatever advantages they once had over the First Men. And what the First Men could never succeed in doing – eradicating the Children entirely – the Andals managed to achieve in short order. Some few Children may have fled to the Neck, where there was safety amidst the bogs and crannogs, but if they did, no trace of them remains. It is possible that a few survived on the Isle of Faces, as some have written, under the protection of the green men, whom the Andals never succeeded in destroying. But again, no definitive proof has ever been found.”

I would say the Children did flee to both areas. Howland and Jojen Reed of the Neck have magical abilities that seem to derive from the Children, and no one can land on the Isle of Faces due to repeated mysterious winds and bird attacks. The Children of the Forest are also still found north of the Wall.

The Andals defeated the First Men and conquered the southron kingdoms after endless battles and wars. Many of the defeated First Men took up the faith of the Seven.

The Andals switched from conquest to consolidation. Many Andals “took the wives and daughters of the defeated kings to wife, as a means of solidifying their right to rule.” Many southron castles retained their godswoods with carved weirwoods to avoid conflicts on differing faiths.

It took a thousand years for the Andals to turn their attention to the Iron Islands. The Andals underwent a renewed zeal and “swept over the islands”, extinguishing the line of Urron Redhand, “which had ruled by axe and sword for a thousand years”.

The Andals tried to convert the Ironborn to the faith of the Seven but they said “no thanks, we only worship the Drowned God”. Eventually, the Andals on the Iron Islands converted to the Drowned God religion, though a few houses remember the Seven.

 The North remained unconquered. Numerous Andal armies were destroyed in attempts to take the North “thanks to the impenetrable swamps of the Neck and the ancient keep of Moat Cailin”. The Kings of Winter “preserved their independent rule for centuries to come.”

Dorne isn’t mentioned as one of the unconquered areas so apparently they weren’t “unbowed, unbent, and unbroken” in regards to the Andal invasion.

Speaking of Dorne, up next: The Rhoynar.

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[tppiner]

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[forsworned]

I've been thinking for the better part of 3 hours, and the only best request idea I have is just

Adopting a cat with Gyomei and just being a cat parent with him

I've been rattling my brain but alas to no results ✌😔

I feel like he'd spoil the cat lmao

🦂

『 . . . care to explain where you've been . . .? 』

+warnings. none, fluff

+word count. 0.6k

+categories. f/m, gn/m + m/m

+relationships. gyomei himejima x reader

+characters. gyomei himejima

+author’s note. here ya go scorpion anon!! and ANOTHA EDIT BY ME YAYAYYAYAY

As always you returned from tending the garden back to your shared estate with your beloved usually meditating in his same spot, but he was not there this time. This struck you as odd. You search the whole house and then finally found yourself in your bedroom and his large form was laying down on the comfy futon with a small furball. It nibbled at his finger and he smiled at its ministrations to get his attention.

You leaned against the doorway. "Care to explain where you've been?"

His ears perk up at your voice and he found himself flustered like he had been caught redhanded. "Oh, [name], I--"

"'was missing out on my daily prayers to play with a kitten?'" You teased to which he sheepishly smiled.

"Sorry, my flower. You must've worn yourself out searching the entire estate for me."

You only grinned as you walked toward him and small furball and reached your hand out for it to get your scent to which it headbutted at your hand. You giggled and pet it.

"There's no need for an apology. Did you name them?"

He smiled at you and then back at the kitten. "Not yet. I was waiting for you to come back so you can choose it for her."

"Her?" You looked over at him inquistively.

He hummed in response as he pet the gray kitten.

"What about, Yuki? For good luck."

He nodded. "That suits her."

Yuki purred against the both of your touch and snuggled up to Gyomei's sturdy shoulder and curled into a semi ball. She looked like she was smiling in content.

"What a happy cat." You cooed as you rubbed her belly. It switched her hunting mode back on and she began to nip at your fingers.

"She is very cute." You giggled. "You have a knack for cute cats."

A light blush kissed at his cheeks as he looked at the both of you. "And cute women, too."

Now, it was your turn to be flustered. He softly chuckled at your silence taking it for embarrassment and he brought your face to his so that he could press a kiss to your lips.

"You embarrass me, sometimes." You pouted at him.

"I can't help it, sometimes." He smiled mischeviously at you and that made your heart flutter.

You loved when he was in a curious mood, but right as you were about to lean in for another kiss Yuki pawed at you lightly. The both of you giggled at her playfulness.

"I can see that she's going to be a handful." You let her gnaw at your fingers.

"I hope you don't mind." He pressed a kiss to your neck making you flare up.

You swallowed dryly. "Not at all. Now I have someone to keep me company while you're away with missions."

He smiled at the both of you as he watched you play with your new kitten. It almost felt like welcoming a baby, just a lot less crying and screaming.

"Do you have any qualms about a baby?"

You froze in place and even Yuki was confused as to why you stopped rubbing her belly. Gyomei let out a hearty laugh.

"Don't poke fun at me like that." You frowned at him. He rubbed at your arm apologetically.

"My apologies, my flower. I meant you no harm."

"Well, what if I did want a baby?" You mused. Gyomei's eyebrows raised at you.

"Really?"

"Really."

His lips split into a large grin as he pressed featherly kisses at your neck that made your heart quicken. "Then I would have no qualms about that."

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[artaefact]

BTS Holiday Bingo Event ‘20

↳ this is a collection of stories for the holidays! happy reading ♡

p.s. those tagged with (m) means mature audience only !!

kim seokjin

the stolen pumpkin — prompt: pumpkin carving

↳ when he’s caught redhanded by you

my dear krampus — prompt: santa claus

↳ when he makes you laugh

cocoa kisses — prompt: awake (christmas ver.)

↳ when he keeps you company on a quiet day

min yoongi

home — prompt: haunted house

↳ when he returns after a long trip

winter wonderland — prompt: gifts

↳ when he surprises you with a gift

dawning revelation — prompt: devil

↳ when he tends to your wounds

snowfall — prompt: jack frost

↳ when he watches the first snow with you

jung hoseok

sweet poison (m) — prompt: boy meets evil

↳ when he is unable to resist the temptation of you

of pies and comfort — prompt: pumpkin pie

↳ when he bakes with you for the first time

within the darkness — prompt: skeletons

↳ when he pushes through his fear to find you

grinchly, yours. — prompt: caroling

↳ when he changes your mind about christmas

kim namjoon

his getaway — prompt: werewolf

↳ when he pays you a visit

park jimin

insatiable (m) — prompt: blood, sweat, and tears

↳ when he still comes back to you

illusion — prompt: incubus or succubus

↳ when he dreams of you

tea leaves reading — prompt: park jimin

↳ when he confesses to you

kim taehyung

of souls intertwined (m) — prompt: kim taehyung

↳ when he takes care of you after a long day

nightmares — prompt: full moon

↳ when he finds comfort in your presence

meeting athos — prompt: free space

↳ when he introduced you to his companion

jeon jungkook

incandesce — prompt: bonfires

↳ when he watches you dance amongst the crowd

warmth — prompt: sharing warmth

↳ when he warrants his death

the event crasher (m) — prompt: end of year awards

↳ when he comes to “rescue” you

wounded — prompt: dark alleys

↳ when all he can think about is you

choices — prompt: jeon jungkook

↳ when he’s torn between his head and heart

the angry snowman — prompt: oversized hoodie/sweater

↳ when he lends you his hoodie

aftermath? — prompt: new year’s eve

↳ when he’s dragged out of his man cave to watch the fireworks

current progress:

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[clareguilty]

Kinktober 2020 Prompt #8

Hello! Does anyone want some Dutch van der Linde smut?

Dutch van der Linde/f!reader Rating: Explicit | noncon/dubcon, knifeplay, bondage, dom/sub Word Count: ~1300

“And just what were you doing in there?” a low voice demanded. You had just slipped out of the door to the Mayor’s office, tucking the stolen documents into your bodice for safe keeping.

A broad man was waiting in the shadows just outside the door, you hadn’t noticed him when you checked to see if the hall was clear. The man didn’t look like he belonged to the Mayor’s entourage. He was all muscle and charisma, dark like oil. He smelled of gunpowder. Danger.

You fanned yourself, letting out a high, tipsy giggle. Better to play dumb, even if you’d been caught redhanded. “I just needed a few moments of quiet. The party was a bit overwhelming for me, and you know how tight these dresses can be.” You smoothed a hand down the front of your gown. “I’ll be heading back down now, wouldn’t want to miss the fireworks.”

“I’ll walk you down.” The man smiled. It made your stomach flip. He was handsome, devilishly so. Dark curls, thick moustache, strong, pronounced features. He placed a hand on your arm as you made your way to the stairs. His grip was bruising.

You were in trouble. Big trouble. This man had caught you stealing from the mayor, but something about him screamed that he was more dangerous than any Saint Denis lawman.

The two of you made your way out to the garden in tense silence, the man never letting go of your arm.

“Thank you so much for your help, Mr…?” you put on your sweetest smile, letting your fingers trail over his white knuckle grip on your arm.

He leaned in close, voice just above a whisper. “Van der Linde. Dutch van der Linde.”

Fuck.

You were in trouble.

The van der Linde gang was notorious. You just didn’t know they had made it to Saint Denis. They were probably after the same papers you were, and they outnumbered you easily. There were definitely more of them around.

“Ah,” you tried to find your words. “Well, Mr. van der Linde. Thank you so much for your company this evening. I’m going to go meet up with my other ladies.”

You tried to pull out of his grip, but he was easily ten times stronger than you. He pulled you in close, as though the two of you were more intimately engaged.

“You came here alone.” He said. “One of my companions saw you come in. It’s not hard to spot a thief when you know exactly what to look for.”

There was no way out of this one. He had figured you out. Your only option was to run.

“There’s still plenty of valuables inside. Just let me go and I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Valuables?” van der Linde scoffed. “You think we need something as trivial as valuables? I need papers, darling. The very papers you happen to have tucked into your dress.” His fingers skimmed down the silk over your chest, catching gently on the fabric.

You kicked him in the shin. Would have gone for the groin but your skirts wouldn’t allow it. Still, it was enough of a distraction for you to tear away from his grasp and begin weaving through the crowd of the party. You slipped out the side gate of the garden, hiking your skirt up as you ran through the grass out towards the road.

The darkness was supposed to serve as your cover. No one could see you as you skirted the outer wall.

He came out of nowhere. Slamming you into the cold, damp stone, one hand on your throat. The cold blade of a knife pressed against your skin.

“Shouldn’t have come this way,” he breathed. “Now no one will come looking for you.”

You thrashed against his hold, but it was useless. Every movement only made the knife press harder to your throat.

“You’re quick. Clever.” He brushed his thumb across your jaw. “I’ve been watching you all night. You didn’t disappoint. Slipped into that office easier than I ever could. Did all of my work for me.”

You were frozen in shock. Here he was -- knife against your throat -- and he was… praising you? His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, smudging the red you had so carefully applied there.

“I want to keep you. Make you mine. But first I have to teach you not to steal what belongs to me.”

He cut the front of your bodice open, the stolen papers fluttering to the ground beside you. Dutch removed his necktie, using it to bind your hands together. He knelt to collect the papers, appraising you with a satisfied nod when you didn’t immediately try to run. You watched him tuck the papers into the jacket of his suit.

“That’s a good girl. It’s a shame to ruin such a pretty dress. I may have to replace it.” He crowded into your space once more, the knife still in his hand. You whimpered and flattened your back to the stone.

“Don’t be afraid. I don’t want to have to hurt you.” He cut away the rest of your dress, leaving you in just your drawers. He ran his fingers over your skin, down your chest and pressed them between your legs. You were dripping wet.

“Oh,” he teased. “You’re enjoying this? You like being put in your place?”

You averted your eyes, flushing with shame.

His fingers rubbed along your slick entrance, teasing you. “I promise I’ll give you a reward if you do as you're told.”

You nodded, seeing no other option.

“Such an easy girl,” he grinned, gripping your chin to raise your eyes to his. “Smart. Obedient.”

He opened his trousers, pulling his cock free. You were shivering with the cold and fear, and you dropped to your knees easily when he pushed down on your shoulder. He didn’t even need to speak for you to know what to do.

You stroked him with shaking, tentative fingers. It was difficult with your hands still bound, but you managed, swiping your thumb over the tip before taking him into your mouth. He groaned, fingers winding into your meticulously styled hair. “That’s a good girl.”

Dutch let you set your own pace at first, let you lick and suck along his length, slowly taking him as deep as you could, but his patience wore thin. His fingers fisted in your hair, tugging sharply as he pulled you off his cock just long enough for you to take a breath.

He fucked your face relentlessly. The loud sounds of the bayou disguised the wet sounds of your lips around his length and the constant stream of words that fell from Dutch's. He alternated between mumbled praises and cruel, sneering debasements.

You let him have his way and prayed that he would leave you alive at the end of this.

He finished over your face, marking you with his seed as you knelt in the mud. It was humiliating.

Surprisingly, he helped you to your feet. You accepted his offered hand. He stepped into your space, walking you back against the stone wall so he could slip his fingers between your thighs. You were even wetter than before. His fingers teased you without mercy, circling your clit before sinking deep into your heat. He pinned you beneath his weight, one hand on your throat, the other fucking you until you cried and collapsed in his hold. He didn’t relent until his own breathing was labored. The only thing that kept you from collapsing into the dirt was his strong arm around you.

You were exhausted, coming off the high of your orgasm and the adrenaline of the chase. Dutch walked you through the dark, and you followed him without resistance. Warm fabric settled around your shoulders. Dutch’s jacket. The same jacket that held the papers you stole.

“I’d say it's time to get out of this city,” Dutch mused. “I’ll leave the others to get home on their own.” He eyed the nearly empty cobbled streets, eyes landing on a horse that must have belonged to one of the party goers.

“Shall we?” he looked down at you with a gleam in his eye.

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[heiress-incognito]

Prompt #3: Muster

Sitting with a book in her hands at the Aftcastle, Vallencia shot a glance to the training grounds of the troops of the Maelstrom. If there was anything for Sang that he took very seriously besides undoing the ties of the past, it was his work and help at the Grand Company at Limsa Lominsa.

His focused gaze and attention had always made the Lalafell's heart beat faster. That little frown he had whenever he was thinking deeply about an issue. But also his posture, whenever he was attending a roll call at the Maelstrom.

Despite the lines going on and on with brave soldiers having taken an oath to protect Limsa Lominsa, Vallencia would always just see her husband. The folded hands behind him. His straight back. The attentive eyes that were fixated on the Admiral ...

Even after the address was held, Vallencia was still thinking about the sight and couldn't actually concentrate on her book.

"I thought you avoided being near the Maelstrom."

The little Dunesfolk jumped at the words. She didn't even notice, when Sang was coming up to her. For a moment, she looked at her husband. Then she hid behind her book. "I just happen to have found this nice place."

"Ah, yes ..." The Miqo'te stepped to her, put his fingers under her chin and lifted her head for her to meet his gaze. A playful smirk was on his lips. "I knew you were staring, my little booklequin."

Caught redhanded, Vallencia's cheek turned beetred. It took a little moment, until the embarrassment took over and she threw her book in her husband's face.

"You stupid tomcat!", she screamed as she stormed off, searching for the best place to hide, even if he would always find her.

——- 

Featuring @a-lotus-in-blossom ♥

#Character Story #aether and shadows #FFxivWrite2020 #stupid little moments ♥

[lgchyunjin]

00:00

it’s one of those nights where he cannot seem to sleep. and that gets him venturing out. maybe he’s not supposed to, but the hotel feels safe. and it’s really nice! a change from the dorms, after so many years. he’s thankful for the dorms, but this is a very nice change that he’ll accept for two months. yes, definitely so. the LGC boys had a rewarding schedule, albeit tiring. normally he finds himself passed out after a day, but for some reason, his brain is ticking, and he can’t seem to get himself out of it. it’s screaming, wanting attention- but for what? tossing and turning between the sheets isn’t helping. the television glow is still on, and he half wonders, who is watching that? before he flings his feet off the bed and he scrunches his face at the dim lights. nobody ever said rooming as four was easy. but it does make him happy that two of the three roommates were his former roommates from LGC dorms themselves, and max was more than welcome company too. boy’s got to admit. he lucked out.

“i’ll be right back,” he announces to no one in particular (mostly haneul’s subconscious, even if hyung is asleep), grabbing a sweater and his wallet. “maybe i have the late night munchies or something, but i can’t sleep. no, i’m not going to try to sneak into the bar at the hotel or anything like that,” hyunjin mumbles as he steps outside to try and find if there’s a vending machine, or a view of the pool at night. something, anything to get his senses dulled. a bag of pretzels or chips wouldn’t derail anyone from their typical meal plan under the company, and that was honestly what was calling to him right now. he’s pretty sure he saw the telltale glow of the vending machines somewhere down in the mezzanine area.

the floors do all look the same. he decides to take the stairs for some stupid reason, and despite going downwards, after he makes it down a few floors, next time: hyunjin is more than definitely taking the damn elevators. 

that’s when he sees mister long legs jeon haru. he half contemplates turning around, as the two have never quite seen eye to eye. (and who’s fault is that?) the door however, makes the loudest squeaking noise known to mankind at this hour, and he’s caught redhanded as haru’s head swings over to where he is. awkward. hyunjin waves, nonchalantly, making his way over to where the younger trainee is, standing in front of the superstar of the night: the vending machines. “ooh, seems like i’m not the only one with the thought to indulge in a craving.” glancing at the list of options, it seemed most were sold out. “man, what does a guy have to do for some pretzels?” 

@lgcharu​

#lgc:projectorigin #hotel hangout #lgcharu #yay!!!

[donnanxblearchive]

something that donna is very insistent about, from the beginning and still even as the company is slowly crawling towards international status, is that no one coming for recruitment is to be turned away. 

the whole point of this company was to help start the foundation for those that needed it. so what if they didn’t have the skills? they would learn it or else this was all for nothing.

the attorney that helped her with the building blocks had tried very very gently to explain to her that staffing agencies didn’t really do all that. they didn’t work to provide workshops, certification programs, transportation assistance, and much less wardrobe and hygiene aid. with all the sternness, all the no-nonsense she feels in her chest, she says that her agency will. it came up more than once, and it’s only thanks to the unbearably soft voice this attorney has that donna doesn’t switch her out. donna can tell she’s trying to be helpful, wanting to make sure her money doesn’t go to waste on a pipe dream. but if there’s anything donna has, it’s determination.

and so no one is turned away. donna ends up having to fire a few of the staffing employees in the first year. people who thought she was exaggerating on her policy and somehow had gotten it into their head that she wouldn’t be on their ass. it earns her a reputation for being a hardass off the bat, but she takes it gladly.

but even now she has to make sure to enforce the policy. she makes sure her mass e-mails to the recruitment teams never misses to mention it — “no one is a waste, especially if not given the resources. it’s your job to help them to the first step.” every once in a while a new hire hits REPLY instead of FORWARD and she gets a very disappointing email — “can you believe this? LOL” “and this is why this country is going to burn.” it makes her miss the days when her company wasn’t such a monster and she could play undercover boss for the satisfaction of catching them redhanded to hand them their pink slip.

now she has to deal with the head of human resources, but barbara has to deal with her too. ( “we have to follow procedure, and while i understand that this goes not just against the company culture but also our harassment policy, this has to go down as just a written warning.” “for fuck’s sake barbara, who hired them? can i fire them?” “i’m hanging up now.” )

in the end, it’s a big reason why the company grows so fast. resources for adults looking to rebuild their life are scarce, a fact she knows all too well, and she might as well be santa claus for all the resources that come with getting recruited. turnover rate for temporary to permanent employees is faster than even the most optimistic numbers suggested, and it makes for loyal contracts as coming from timely done starts working as good as having ten years of experience on your cv.

#[ tdhc ] #however just bc everyone gets accepted doesnt mean everyone stays or uses the resources #another day ill get into the exact guidelines that recruitment entails

[sebeth]

The World Of Ice And Fire: The Andals Versus The Children Of The Forest, The Ironborn, & The North

Warning, Spoilers Ahead...

Erreg the Kinslayer, an Andal hero, came upon a grove of weirwood trees in High Heart. The Children of the Forest, under the protection of the Kings of the First Men, tended the trees. Archmaester Laurent’s Old Places of the Trident notes the grove contained thirty-one weirwood trees.

Erreg and company promptly started cutting down the trees. The Children and the First Men united to defend the holy grove but were slain by the Andals. The ghosts of the slain are said to haunt the place and rivermen shun the location to this day.

Erreg sounds like a charming character. Is he mentioned in the Seven’s texts? What kin did he slay?

Were Erreg and his fellow Andals so intent on destroying the weirwood grove because they were aware of the Children’s magical abilities or was it only due to the weirwoods’ importance in a rival religion?

The Andals then focused on the Children: “The Andals proved bitter enemies to the remaining children. To their eyes, the children worshipped strange gods and had strange customs, and so the Andals drove them out of all the deep woods the Pact had once given them. Weakened and grown insular over the years, the children lacked whatever advantages they once had over the First Men. And what the First Men could never succeed in doing – eradicating the Children entirely – the Andals managed to achieve in short order. Some few Children may have fled to the Neck, where there was safety amidst the bogs and crannogs, but if they did, no trace of them remains. It is possible that a few survived on the Isle of Faces, as some have written, under the protection of the green men, whom the Andals never succeeded in destroying. But again, no definitive proof has ever been found.”

I would say the Children did flee to both areas. Howland and Jojen Reed of the Neck have magical abilities that seem to derive from the Children, and no one can land on the Isle of Faces due to repeated mysterious winds and bird attacks. The Children of the Forest are also still found north of the Wall.

The Andals defeated the First Men and conquered the southron kingdoms after endless battles and wars.  Many of the defeated First Men took up the faith of the Seven.

The Andals switched from conquest to consolidation. Many Andals “took the wives and daughters of the defeated kings to wife, as a means of solidifying their right to rule.” Many southron castles retained their godswoods with carved weirwoods to avoid conflicts on differing faiths.

It took a thousand years for the Andals to turn their attention to the Iron Islands. The Andals underwent a renewed zeal and “swept over the islands”, extinguishing the line of Urron Redhand, “which had ruled by axe and sword for a thousand years”.

The Andals tried to convert the Ironborn to the faith of the Seven but they said “no thanks, we only worship the Drowned God”. Eventually, the Andals on the Iron Islands converted to the Drowned God religion, though a few houses remember the Seven.

The North remained unconquered. Numerous Andal armies were destroyed in attempts to take the North “thanks to the impenetrable swamps of the Neck and the ancient keep of Moat Cailin”. The Kings of Winter “preserved their independent rule for centuries to come.”

Dorne isn’t mentioned as one of the unconquered areas so apparently they weren’t “unbowed, unbent, and unbroken” in regards to the Andal invasion.

Speaking of Dorne, up next: The Rhoynar.

#A Song Of Ice And Fire #Game Of Thrones #ASOIAF #GOT #The World Of Ice And Fire #Andals #Ironborn #Children Of The Forest #The North

[halforc-mercenary]

I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.

At the end of the day the Tavern was well visited, warm light danced like golden wisps from the fireplace over the wooden ground, shimmered in mugs full of beer and reflected in the lazily thrown off armor on tables and chairs where the Soldiers had sat down to spend the last few hours of the evening together laughing, drinking and joking. By the others words the Halforcs freckled ears jolted up like the ears of a startled deer and Mar looked up while a heavy frown crumbled her features into a grimace. “…I am not brooding.”, she said broodingly as she sat brooding in a dark brooding corner in the Tavern with a brooding  mug of beer infront of her and her sword laying beside her on the bench broodingly. From one moment to another Mar felt like a child who ahd been caught redhanded with their hand in the cookiejar and she turned her face away to hide her blush in utter frustration. At the barcounter of the Tavern a few Soldiers had started singing a little sailorsong and the music swirled interrupted by their chuckles and giggles through the room like a dancer. In the end the young woman shaked her head with a huff, taking another small sip of her beer while looking over the edge of the claymug towards the other soldiers who were sitting in another corner, laughing, joking, drinking, talking. There was a strange feeling turning in her guts as sharp as a blade, when she noticed not for the first time, how little she had in common with those Soldiers: The crest she wore was not the same as theirs, she had not trained with them, she had no family in any of the Alliance-cities, she had fought probably more than once against one of them in a battle even more often than she had fought alongside them and eventually  she even had not the same skincolour. Automatically the Halforc grabbed the hood of her Gugel and  pulled it deep down in her face, hiding her face- the thick tusks, the green skin, the strange ears and heavy jaws under a liar of shadow like behind a dark veil. Eventually  a little awkwardly the young woman cleared her throat and although sitting, she straightened her back and tensed her shoulders as if she was a saluting soldier: “…It just had been a long and loud day, so I give myself a little quietness to wind down.”She lowered her head in a hinted bow towards the Lady: “You sure would love more  talking to the other Soldiers. they are a- “ better, more respectable, more preferable, one of Mars ears flicked restlessly up and down as the words filled her head. The hand around her beermug clenched so hard to a fist she heard the clay creak quietly: “- more lively company than me, milady, as they are not so brooding. ” 

[ @lady-proudmoore ]

#lady-produmoore #thanks for the ask xD #halforc-mercenary

[polyadvice]

What are Zinnia's hobbies?

As a reminder, I’m celebrating 1,000 posts by taking a break from polyamory related questions and taking questions about literally anything else. Submit your non-polyam questions here! You can blacklist the tag “1kcelebration” if you don’t want non-polyamory-related posts on your dash.

What are some hobbies you have? If you have a job, what’s your job?

I write professionally - but not really the fun kind of writing; I write how-to guides and documentation for a tech company. I also work part time at my church, and I am a therapeutic foster parent, which is both “not a job” and totally a job, in the sense that it takes way more than 40 hours a week and uses all my professional and organizational skills. (Foster parents do receive money, but it is not a “salary” for the work that we do, it is intended to cover the costs of meeting the child’s needs.)

As for hobbies, I’ve already talked about playing Pokemon Go and enjoying forum roleplaying and tabletop gaming. In that vein, I also like board games, and I’m huge into Keyforge lately. I also like “solo roleplaying” which is just a silly way of saying “fiction writing” - the writing I do for fun lately is mostly high-fantasy adventures with worlds and characters I’ve created. And I’m just a big internet nerd, so I spend a lot of time goofing around with my friends on tumblr, discord, slack, and other forums I’m part of.

I like crafting, and the main things I do are beadwork and resin pouring. I started learning resin pouring to make Keyforge pieces but also make jewelry. I do alcohol ink techniques as well as “inclusions” - like glitter, stones, dried flowers, etc. It’s an interesting hobby because there’s lots of trial and error and you have to wait 24 hours to see how something came out, so it’s been a serious learning curve for me and it’s made me much less of an anxious perfectionist, which is nice.

I spend at least 3 hours a day driving because being a foster parent means lots of shuttling to and from appointments and other things, so I’m a huge podcast aficionado. Some of my favorites are Reply All, The Nod, Dear Prudence (and other advice podcasts, for “industry research”), RedHanded, Lovett Or Leave It, and Pod Save America.

I also read a lot, though I don’t have much time to read “fun” fiction lately and mostly read books that inform my work at my church or as a foster parent, so books about trauma, community building, youth work, parenting, etc. The last fiction book I read was Where The Crawdads Sing which was amazing and I can’t recommend it enough.

I love to cook and once a week I host a bunch of my friends for dinner. Coming up with weekly variations on large-scale meals, meeting everyone’s dietary needs, and keeping it under my budget is a challenge, but one I really enjoy! I also have 2 pet lizards, and taking care of them is a hobby, I suppose. I like to create healthy, varied meals for them, and to set up their “enrichment tub” with things to explore, climb on, and find to eat.

Perhaps the most “unusual” hobby I have is American Girl Doll collecting and restoring! I loved American Girl as a kid, and realized as an adult I could finally indulge in that! AG dolls are very expensive brand-new, though, so I usually buy damaged ones for a much lower price, and learned how to fix up their limbs, hair, eyes, and vinyl skin. While I grew up with the AG books and love the characters, I always make my dolls into custom OCs (original characters) and write bios and stories for them. Then I take photos of them in various outfits and poses. Because my daily life involves addressing a lot of trauma and challenges, it’s nice to have an escape that’s pure innocence and fun.

Technically, writing this blog is also a hobby! I would love to be able to make it a source of income, and I do have a patreon, but for now it’s just a hobby.

#1kcelebration