#so i gave u a thirst instead

[angelltheninth]

only thinking about mizu fucking me with the hilt of her blade….CAN U IMAGINE???? then going off and fighting some battle with it and thinking of how you fell apart on it

Now that is whole other levels of thirst that you've unlocked.

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, sword... eh... I don't know how to tag this there's a sword hilt used for sex, praise, clit sucking, body kissing

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: One of my best friends has a katana he bought in Japan... I can never look at it again.

Because she wasn't biologically male Mizu got to be a little creative in the ways she made love to you. It often involved her tongue, her fingers, her thighs, the toys she'd get in brothels. But that was while you were in town. On the road there weren't any toys for you to use but she still wanted to give you something of a new experience.

She just didn't know how.

"Mizu." You got her attention away from your naked body and back to your face, "You've been staring at me for the past five minutes. I like it but I thought you wanted to have sex. If you don't I can put my clothes back on and we can go to sleep." Unless you were found by the people chasing you the other day.

She pursed her lips together and ran her free hand through her hair. "I'm trying to think. I don't want to be too far away from my katana. If we're attacked I need to be able to protect us." Her fingers tapped along on the sheath, torn between setting her weapon aside and ravaging you or staying up to be on the lookout.

You inched closer to her and took a seat in her lap, cuddling up to her more than trying to instigate something.

Mizu was happy to wrap an arm around you and hold you close while holding her sword against her shoulder with the other. As she tapped on it again an idea came to her. If Eiji found out...

"Wait, this might be a little unconventional but could you stand up for me?" Your cunt gave an excited flutter at being so close to Mizu's lips. Those soft lips only kissed your stomach and a bit above your cunt, they never actually came to where you wanted them most. Instead Mizu discarded her sword sheath and gripped it at the very bottom of the hilt, the other half placed directly under your cunt. She caught the flicker of hesitation on your face, "You don't have to." Her lips pressed against your hip, "I thought you might enjoy something thicker than my fingers."

You gulped at the implications. The hilt of her sword. Her sword was a part of her, so in a way it wouldn't be that odd to... but still you can't fit all of it. Slowly and carefully you lowered yourself to the end of the handle, feeling the cold against your warm pussy lips. Mizu watched as your pussy opened and adjusted to the hilt, taking in more and more all the way up to her hand.

"Good girl." Mizu kissed your hip again and caressed the other with her free hand. You moaned at her soft praise as you pulled up and sank back down on the hilt, your pussy juices dripping down on her hand. "Go slowly, I don't want you to hurt yourself. Let your cunt adjust." She knew this must feel a little odd but when you didn't protest and instead gripped onto her shoulders so you could balance yourself better she smirked up at you.

You clenched around the sword as you kept going up and down until it was no longer uncomfortable, only making you moan in pleasure. Yes it was still an odd feeling but by no means was it bad.

Mizu pulled you a little closer by the hip, making sure to move her sword to until you were within leaning range of her lips. She waited for you to still before she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked. It was hard to keep still now but you had to in order for her to keep doing what she was doing. Her tongue flicked at your sensitive nub and made you throw your head back, you let out a long breathy moan, dripping more slick onto him and even past his hand, onto the blade itself.

She pulled back, her lips wet from you and eyes focused on your cunt. "Look at how well you're taking it. Keep going." Finally you could start moving again, deepening your thrusts as she too began moving the sword, but only a little, still letting you do most of the moving.

You felt your walls tighten around it, not caring how lewd you sounded or looked right now, or how filthy this act was, "I'm close... about to come..."

Not without her mouth you weren't. Her tongue was back on you, lapping at your clit, only this time you couldn't keep your hips still, which made you press against her tongue at the same time as you took the hilt back up into your cunt.

Mizu pressed the flat of her tongue against your clit one last time before your body shook, but Mizu was there to catch you and ease the hilt out of your still pulsing pussy, then cupping it with her hand to catch some more slick into her palm. "You were so good." You collapsed into her lap again, head against her chest, breathing fast and heart hammering against your ribcage.

Sadly your bliss was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps and loud voices.

"Shit." Mizu threw her cape over you, "Stay in here. Get dressed in case we need to run." She kissed your cheek quickly and picked up her glasses and her sword. She would protect you, kill any enemy that dares to threaten you with the very same sword she just used to make you orgasm.

There was something both odd and comforting about that. It made you tune out the screams coming from the outside, the strings of curses and sounds of bodies falling onto the floor. But Mizu never fell, she always came back to you, always kept you safe.

#blue eye samurai #mizu #bes #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #bes x reader #blue eye samurai imagine #mizu imagine #bes imagine #blue eye samurai fanfiction #mizu fanfiction #bes fanfiction #blue eye samurai smut #mizu smut #bes smut #x female reader

[flem17ng]

can i request a jessie fleming x reader fic? where someone (u can pick who) is getting closer to jessie (like physically and emotionally closer) and reader gets jealous. all the tension leads to a big fight where jessie ends up reassuring reader that she loves them and all that (r and jess are in an est. relationship). and (only if ur comfortable writing it!) smut ensues

Thanks so much for this request anon! I’m always having jessie fleming brain rot so this was an enjoyable write.

pairing: Jessie fleming x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive i guess

word count: 1.35k

summary: reader catches jessie flirting with a fan after a big chelsea win. (established relationship)

The game was supposed to be the best night of your life. The crowd was cheering, the stands were a sea of blue and you had just scored a fantastic header from a corner that your beautiful girlfriend had taken. Needless to say: you were supposed to be happy! 

The crowed erupted as the ball hit the back of the net and for a moment everything was still. The players stopped, you stopped, the goalie looked up in disbelief. You had scored a goal in the final few minutes, putting chelsea in the lead. 

When reality set in you were swarmed by the team: Sam slapped you in the back while Millie cheered into your ear and pushed you towards the crowd to celebrate the inevitable win. 

It was then that you saw her: your wonderful Jessie, smiling and waving to a fan in the other side of the barricade. The girl (maybe 20) was wrapped in a fleming jersey with a sign over your head that read “marry me number 17!”.

You felt your throat tighten for a moment. Yes this was pretty normal: being in the public eye you often had thirsting fans chasing you (jessie probably more so than most).  And yet something about the way the girl winked at jessie made your stomach churn. 

Before you could say anything, the game was resuming. No time to worry about some little interaction. You were being jealous, that’s all. 

***

The game ended soon after. A whirlwind of cheers ushered you through the tunnel and into the change room where bottles of champagne waited for you. 

“y/n! that goal was amazing babe! I’m sorry i didn’t come to celebrate with you!” Jessie ran towards you, her shirt halfway off and a big grin on her adorable face. Usually this would be when you grabbed her rosy cheeks and kissed her, but your stomach was still churning so instead you gave her a quick hug and a nod before moving to get changed. 

The team was going to be moving onto a pub after everyone showered so it wasn’t long before the dressing room began emptying out. As the room got quieter you could hear a conversation Jessie and Lauren were having in the corner. 

“who was that eh jessie?”

“mmh? oh the girl! I don’t know, just a fan probably”

“bit of a looker though”

Jessie hummed but didn’t respond. You supposed that should have made you feel better but the fact Lauren had noticed the interaction at all made you a little uncomfortable. You and Jessie had been dating for almost a year now but had decided it was best not to tell people at work. You were both private people after all, it made sense to keep things quiet. 

It didn’t make it any easier when people tried to hit of her though. 

“hey jessie I recon i’ll walk to the pub” you called out at you gathered your things and pulled your jacket on. 

“hey are you sure? I’ll give you a lift if you want” Jessie looked at you curiously, her big brown eyes piercing into you. 

“yeah i’m sure. I want to cool my muscles down a bit” you shot her a weak smile before walking out of the room. The truth was you felt like the jealousy was eating you alive (and not in a nice way). 

You had been ok with keeping things private at first, but now the thought of other people, other women desiring Jessie, wanting her… it filled you with anger. She was yours. And you were hers. 

***

The pub was full when you arrived: Not only with the team but with family members, admin people, managers and coaches. The music was thumping loud enough to make the walls shake. 

You needed a drink. 

You pushed so to the front of the bar, attempting to get the attention of one of the bartenders when someone caught your eye. 

Leaning against the bar a few metres away was that girl, the fan that winked at Jessie. It look you a moment to realise the girl was pushed up against someone: her hands were resting against the bar on both sides of some girl. As you watched you realised it was Jessie. Your wonderful, perfect girlfriend was pushed up against some dumb blonde fan girl. 

Jessie must have said something funny (of course she did) and the girl reached forwards, placing a hand on jessie’s cheek, using the opportunity to get infinitely closer. 

The churning in your stomach had become a full scale tidal surge. You needed air, you needed to go home, you needed that woman to get off your girlfriend. 

What could you have done? no one else knew she was yours. 

Just as you turned to leave, Jessie looked around, locking eyes with you for a second before you were lost in the crowd. 

you couldn’t stand there, you had to leave. 

***

“Y/n! Y/n please wait up!” you could hear her yelling for you was you walked up the street but you couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. 

“please Y/n. that wasn’t what it looked like!”

You spun round, cheeks red, temper rising. 

“really Jessie.  because to me it looked like you were having a nice time getting felt up by some groupie.” you yelled, causing jessie to stop abruptly. 

“Babe-“

“Don’t babe me Fleming. I saw that girl in the crowd. That’s why you didn’t celebrate with me. Because you were too busy eye fucking some dumb blonde?”

“Don’t be crass y/n”

“Don’t be crass! Jesus, Fleming! You think I like to watch you getting all touchy with those girls? Do you think I enjoy that?”

you walked back a few steps only for Jessie to walk even closer. 

“Don’t ben ridiculous…” she breathed. 

“Jessie stop. You’re being mean.”

You started to turn around before remembering you would end up at your shared apartment soon enough. 

“y/n look at me. please.” Jessie’s voice sounded needy, desperate. Maybe that’s why you turned. Suddenly she was a whole lot closer than she had been before. 

“Y/n that girl… she is nothing to me. She cornered me at the bar while I was waiting for you, she kept… touching me. I felt gross but I- I didn’t know what to do!” Jessie’s eyes looked wet now as she talked. 

“on the pitch when I went to take my corner she yelled… well she yelled something pretty fucking gross if i’m being honest. the only reason i gave her the time of day was because I was so upset.” Jessie sighed and looked down. She fiddled with her ring as she spoke. 

You covered her hand with hers suddenly feeling the need to be nearer to her. 

“Y/n I love you. I mean, I am in love with you. I think I have been for years now. Even before we went out I loved you.”

you looked at her, taken aback

“Jessie?”

“please I need you to know this. No one compares to you. No one. Don’t you ever feel second best because you are always first in my heart.” It was your turn to tear up now. Jessie wasn’t always the best with words, this was… a first to say the least. 

“Jessie I want to tell people about us. I want to be your everything. I want there to be no room for doubt in anyone’s mind that i’m yours. Jessie please I just… I can’t do this anymore. I want to be with you and I want the whole world to know about it.”

Jessie grinned, her cheeks going red in the dim light. “darling, there is nothing i want more.”

she reached up and held your face, bringing you in for a deep kiss. You grabbed her waist, pushing her gently up against the building beside you and deepening the kiss until you were both panting. 

Slowly you dipped your head and kissed her neck, listening to her sharp breath as you went. 

“don’t ever talk to that girl again. understand”

Jessie looked down, mouth open and breathless. 

“take me home Y/n”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #chelsea fcw

[queer-n-here]

u already kno wassup !!!!

eldritch abomination reader who has come to originally destroy the world, but was enchanted by their 'one', ( aka sigma, atsushi, and mushitaro or someone of ur choice ) and instead devotes their entire time stalking and invading their lovers mind, pulling them into the readers all devouring aura.

( ur honor they are madly in love ) they dont quite have a proper form but has slowly been constructing one bc their lovers coworkers/friends don't believe they exist "you always go out on dates with this mysterious person and you always rant and rave about them, but not once have we seen them. are you just making them up or something?"

so eventually reader finally constructs the perfect form and comes to their workplace to get them for their date ( that involves tentacles, mind fucks, and breeding ) . Reader basically envokes primal fear in everyone and will kill anyone who hurts what is theirs ♡. major weird ask but it is a random and specific Need i have

~ 🕸

Long time no see 🕸️ bro! Btw, thank you, this just made my writer's block evaporate.

Is it weird that I totally loved every single part of this?

Also, I had no fucking idea what an eldritch abomination is, so I did some research bout them!

This ended up becoming 100% fluff, hope you like it!

Contents: Eldritch abomination reader who sees Atsushi and goes heart eyes

Warnings: Fluff, powerful reader, mind manipulation, shit ton of stuff that doesn't fully make sense but whatever, it's Atsushi even if I haven't mentioned his name (because I felt like the Eldritch would be like 'that's too simple a name for me to address my love with')

It was not going as you had expected.

You had arrived at that small universe to satisfy your thirst of destruction, to watch it crumble under your power as faces of fear and misery looked up at you, their lives at your mercy. And yet, you found yourself thinking of that vision less and less.

Nowadays, you were focused more on that boy that you had started watching. His house was located quite close to the woods you had chosen as your home.

You were everywhere, and always watching everything, but you needed a headquarters of sorts to concentrate your power for it to be more effective, and that was why you had chosen the woods.

You had expected him to be the first of your victims, yet now you found yourself growing less and less fond of that idea. He was not meant to be killed. He was meant to be taken care of.

Not only was he so incredibly small and three-dimensional (like most of these 'humans') he was also wonderfully precious, like a small-sized treasure that slowly began meaning everything to you.

So after months of watching him, you finally gave into your desire of meeting him in person. You changed your form to the one with the simplest dimensions, not wanting to make him lose his mind the way you did others.

He had stepped out of his house to gather firewood, that little thing. When he saw you, he dropped it all, stumbling backwards and attempting to run.

You were not pleased.

You guided the trees of the forest to block his way, and when he had no way left to escape, you spoke to him in the language he would comprehend.

"Do not be afraid." You said, your voice low and guttural. "I do not stand before you with intentions to harm."

He had fallen to the floor in his attempt to scramble away from you, and now he looked up at you with fear in his eyes.

It was not an expression you wanted to see on him.

So you eased into his mind, calming his small brain with the likeness of a sedative. His breath grew steadier, and his eyes returned to their normal size. His instincts were clouded now, and he could not help but be drawn to you, standing up and stepping closer.

"Closer," You told him, and he obeyed. He did not need your words, you could control him fully if you wanted.

But some part of you was reluctant to do it. You wanted him to... Like you? Perhaps, you yourself were not entirely sure yet.

You moved closer, wrapping your form around him, encasing him into yourself, away from the rest of his world, where he would be the safest.

You let him be curious, freeing the part of his mind that you knew would ask questions... You wanted him to know you.

"What are you?" He asked, his eyes wide again as he turned to look at all of you.

"I have many names," You said. "But you will be able to use none of them; they are too powerful."

His wide eyes reflected the kaleidoscope of colours of your form, and you felt his brain grow appreciative of your form.

Pride. It was an emotion beneath you, and yet you could not help the swelling of colours in your form when you saw that he liked it.

"Then... What should I call you?" He asked, looking as though he was still unsure who he was talking to.

"Anything," You presented before him a makeshift form. It was a mirror image of his own, something he could look at while talking and not feel awkward.

He gasped. His fear had long since been subdued by your charm, and he did not hesitate to reach forward and his doppelgänger's shoulder.

"Wow," He whispered, and your colours became brighter again.

Later, when returned back to his house, his senses finally returned to him, and he realised the danger he was stepping into.

And yet, could he resist the urge to go back to you? Not when you had so easily planted it in his head. Hence, after resisting for a whole day, he returned to you the very next.

You let him look for you in the forest, hiding in a dimension his eyes could not perceive. You let him run around, growing more and more desperate when you wouldn't show yourself, calling out to you, but unsure of how to do so since you hadn't told him what to call you.

When he collapsed, tired, on the bank of a small lake in the woods, tears dripping from his eyes as he sobbed, you decided that your game had lasted long enough.

And so you showed yourself, making it look as if you had emerged from the lake itself. He looked up with a gasp, eyes wide and wet as an ecstatic expression broke through his face. His arms rose, reaching for your form.

You let him touch you; today you had taken a four dimensional form, and it was way easier for him to get wrapped up between your colours.

"I thought... I thought you l-left," He said, sniffing.

"I would never," Was all you said, and yet his face lit up. It was not your doing, you had already relaxed your control of his mind when he had entered the forest.

Weeks passed, and his human mind slowly developed romantic feelings for you. You perceived them, and yet never expressed it. He would be the one to tell you, and on his own accord.

You waited, but not for long. Soon, he brought you flowers, handing them to you as his cheeks flushed, looking away and shivering slightly. You wrapped around him; humans got cold painfully easily.

He froze in your embrace, he had learnt some of your ways to show affection. His blush spread gradually, and his muttered confession felt like something with even more power than you.

Joy. Yet another emotion beneath you, but when it came to him, you were reduced to a mere human teenager. You cared not of status or immortality anymore. Destruction of his world? You had long since abandoned that plan. This was his home, and you'd protect it with your life.

You would protect him with your life.

A month passed, and he visited you everyday, bringing with him small presents of the like you knew humans appreciated. You took them all, preserving them with your power so they would never spoil and hide them away in the most complex dimension you could find.

And every time he visited, you gave him the thing you thought was best: a little bit of your own immortality. He did not know yet; you did it without his knowledge. But you did not think he would mind if he found out.

Now he sat on a tree branch as you watched him, leaning against the trunk for balance. You had lifted him up there, and he was speaking of the view. You could not help but move upwards, closer to him.

He watched you, a smile on his face as you changed forms again.

Being three-dimensional was difficult for you. Not only did it weaken your power incredibly, it also could not store your abilities. The closest you could reach was four-dimensional, and that itself took its toll on you.

And yet you were always four-dimensional with him, knowing that this was how he could see and touch you best.

You sat on the branch next to him, wrapping around his small frame.

There was a comfortable silence, and you slowly lulled his brain, sending him to sleep.

You loved it when he was defenseless, when all his safety was you, when the only one that he trusted was you, and not his human friends.

It was another one of those days where you were watching him as he went about his day, keeping him safe from any danger that might come his way.

He was talking with his friends, and they appeared to be teasing him.

"Come on, you've never even shown us a picture..." One of them said, sitting so close to your human that you had the urge to crush her insides. "Or even told us their name!"

He flushed slightly, not knowing how to respond. "W-well, their name is... Very complex."

"A nickname, then," Another said, wrapped in bandages and leaning back casually against the couch. "Or what? You just call them 'honey bun sweety pie'?

They laughed, and you bristled. Your human was getting flustered, and no one but you was allowed to see that expression on his face.

You took shape immediately, condensing your power so much you felt its strain. To make it three-dimensional was like trying to contain the ocean in a glass jar, and yet you attempted your fullest, anger fueling your movements.

You appeared on the doorstep of the building, your speed phenomenal as you climbed its small staircase and appeared at the door of the room your human and his friends sat in.

You pushed open the door, and stepped in. They all looked up, and his eyes widened.

Your power needed your three-dimensional vessel to be big, and you were as tall as 6'8", your shoulders wide and arms thick with what looked like muscle but was actually energy. Your hair was a light brown, and covering your body was what seemed to their eyes a suit.

He recognised you immediately; one glance at your multi-coloured eyes and he knew. This was you, the one he loved.

You walked up to him, throwing him a well-practiced wink as you greeted him the way you had seen lovers greet each other, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I came to pick you up," You said to him, your voice low as you ignored everyone else in the room. "Your work has almost ended now, right?"

A long-haired man lowered his glasses to look at you. "And who are you?"

You could not help but grow irritated, and you triggered fear in the minds of everyone in the room but the one who was yours.

"He's..." Your human seemed breathless. "He's my b-boyfriend."

One of the humans, the insignificant ones, whistled as he stood up. He was scared, you had made sure of it, but was putting up a front.

"Damn, Atsushi," He said, taking in your carefully constructed human form. "He's biiiig."

Your human blushed, his cheeks reddening in that way you did not want them to see.

"I don't see why you didn't show us his picture before," A female said, her house quivering slightly. "He's not bad looking at all. Not that I thought you were, just so you know."

You looked at her, sending her your appreciation for praising you in front of your human by tickling the part of her brain responsible for pleasure.

She squirmed in her seat, her eyes slightly wide.

You turned back to what was yours, holding out your hand. "Shall we head home?"

His blush spread; he still hadn't managed to take his eyes off you. "O-okay..."

He let you take him away, his cold hand clasped in yours. You put on a burst of speed, and the two of you were back in your forest.

The moment you two were alone, he took your face in his hands, his eyes shining.

"You look..." He could not go on, but you knew what he meant.

Another burst of pride. He made you feel things you had never thought significant before.

You leaned down and kissed him, pressing his plump red lips against yours and, unknown to him, transferring more immortality to him.

He responded in the affirmative, letting you wrap your arms around his waist and bring him closer.

You opened up dimensionally, creating a fourteen-dimensional barrier around you two, freeing your power and protecting him at the same time. A part of you still remained three-dimensional before him, embracing him and kissing his lips.

When you pulled away, his eyes were slightly moist.

"I love you," He whispered, and you smiled.

Your love was such that it could not be put into words he would comprehend, and yet you did not want him to think that you did not reciprocate his feelings.

"I love you, too," You put energy into the phrase, making sure he felt the intensity of your feelings.

#dom male reader #dom reader #top male reader #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub atsushi #elderitch #eldritch reader #supernatural #powerful reader #fantasy

[starfxkr]

okie we’ve all seen clueless right? u know how cher wants to get christian’s attention bc she has a crush on him? the flowers, chocolates, showing skin. what would be the girls’ methods to getting the boys’ attention?

firstly taste I loveeeee clueless!! now for the girls!

bunny gets her flirting tactics from cher she took that as a guide and it worked because rafe fell for it hook line and sinker. the showing skin and using the idea of desirability to get him worked fast and she didn't even have to fake it because everyone does like her.

kitten did nothing at all. jj just wants her and always flirted with her throughout their years long situationship. she did nothing but ignore him and be mean to him and public and then flirted back in private it made him crazy.

foxy also did very little because she had one sided beef for the longest but in doing so she always put herself in his vicinity and he couldn't help but notice. everything she thought was intimidation just turned him on, she sat on his desk and messed with his shit and if he ever gave her a pencil or a pen she chewed on it or stuck her gum on it and the

pup gets his attention by always being around him because she became attached instantly. funnily enough they always managed to run into each other but she played the "mysterious girl" role and would just give him a shy smile and go about her way then post a thirst trap on her story because he likes it every time!!! then eventually he started inviting her over to "hang out" which meant she slept over but they didn't fuck lmao

lamb was very calculated because 1) she knows shes weird and 2) she needed plausible deniability in case she got caught so she would flash pope all the time and when she hugged him she gave him a kiss on the neck instead of the cheek, it didn't take long for him to start making a move after that.

#✨.txt #kitten!reader #bunny!reader #puppy!reader #fox!reader #lamb!reader

[eldest-sibling-tournament]

Literally... none of that is true lmao. Dick had beef with Bruce and mostly tried to keep Jason out of it, and let Jason know he was there for him if he needed it. They went skiing together. Dick had a complete breakdown after Jason's death.

Where do I even start on the next bit. ALFRED originally gave the Robin mantle to Damian. "Worst year of Tim's life" It was the worst year of DICK'S life. His father of like 15 years died, his city got blown up, his best friend died, etc etc. And he STILL pulled it together and took on the burden of becoming Batman, sacrificed his independence, moved to Gotham to raise Bruce's deeply traumatized son.

Also he NEVER tried to put Tim in Arkham. And god forbid he not listen to Tim who had NO EVIDENCE Bruce was alive, instead of taking care of all back-breaking responsibilities on his shoulders while still grieving

Anyway. Please don't use fanon Tim stan nonsense to slander Dick thank you <3

ask 1 ^

ask 2:

i know it doesnt actually matter but that second-to-last ask abt dick grayson is literally just straight up lies. this person has not read any of the comics they are referencing. they are just quoting incorrect fanon as if its facts. dick had a complicated relationship with jason, yes, but wasn't particularly unkind to him, just distant, and is shown to have regretted that and grieved him hard; i'm not even gonna begin to get into the damian bashing but literally at no point did dick ever try to get tim committed to arkham. he suggested tim get therapy, because their adoptive father was dead (as far as they knew) and tim was convinced he wasn't but had no evidence. this is not an unreasonable thing to suggest to your grieving brother who appears stuck in denial! and he didn't "replace tim with damian and not even tell him". damian literally interrupted the conversation where he was trying to tell tim about it (where his rationale was that damian, a child literally raised in a cult of assassins, needed to be given a role to fill in bc he needed structure while being deprogrammed from being a child soldier, and dick wanted to see tim as his equal, not a subordinate.) tim himself completely reconciled with dick by the end of this comic. that anon was just making up a guy to be mad at, not actually talking about dick grayson 💀

ask 3:

Hi I’m the dick grayson shouldn’t win anon, the people thirst voting one etc etc but saw some propaganda that’s based on bald faces lies and I gotta correct it bc it’s my pet peeve. DICK DID NOT THREATEN TIM WITH ARKHAM. HE SUGGESTED A THERAPIST IN METROPOLIS like okay he fucked up there but he made the best decision he could during the red robin run (which is a dumpster fire) and like it’s been a minute since I read battle for the cowl era but didn’t Alfred give Damian the robin suit. And Jason was literally in dick’s family colours which got taken away from dick by Bruce which he had no right to do so I mean he justifiably didn’t like him. And yeah okay dick did put Jason in Arkham but need I remind you that Jason went on a killing spree as Batman and almost killed tim. And let’s be real him and him are brothers. He didn’t ditch him. That relationship was never fixed in comics bc they reset the universe but at the end of red Robin they were okay. And like you have over 10 years of comics but the important thing is that Arkham was NEVER what dick suggested to Tim holy shit but uh also don’t vote for dick in the next round (vote for him against supernatural guy tho) I just don’t appreciate the slander but I’ll be putting out my anti dick grayson propaganda next thanks

Adding to my other ask, Tim literally sounded like he was losing it. Like I wouldn’t believe him either. In the nightwing comics not too long ago he tried to bring his dad, Steph, and Conner back to life with the Lazarus pit. Tim willingly cut himself and started to use self destructive behaviours (LoA) and like his entire internal monologue supports that and bc grim dark era justifiably fucked him up okay I’m done

ok thank you! glad you're clearing this up

#i wouldn't know otherwise lol #dick grayson #propaganda

[merakicharm]

(Takes place after the attack on Mr Choi Gang-u by Lee Yeong Ho in place of Kim Min Joon in episode 16)

"But why did Lee Yeong Ho have Ko Jin Cheol's cellphone with him in the first place?" Ha-ri wondered aloud.

"I think... he was planning on finishing me and turning himself in, saying Joo Hyeongi instigated him to do it" Kim Min Joon rose from his seat with a sombre expression.

Ha-ri's heart stuttered at that.

"Is he insane?" she thundered, springing up from her own chair, startling, Nu-ri, Cheetah and Kim Min Joon himself. "Is he so loyal to Chairman Cha?? Even if that man tells him to kill himself he'll do that also? Arghhh!! This is so annoying!"

The three men around her looked at each other and then back at her. Kim Min Joon cleared his throat, and Nu-ri and Cheetahsshi gave each other sly glances. But Ha-ri was too worked up to notice either of them. Striding forward with clenched fists, she threw a punch at the wall, scrunching her eyes shut and expecting the grating pain and ready to welcome it. Pain could distract her from this crazy guy and his even more crazy plans. And perhaps the rush of some other emotions she felt too.

But the hit didn't cause even the remotest feeling of pain. Instead, she felt something soft around her hand. Opening her eyes, she found her fist trapped within Kim Min Joon's larger gentler hand. Cheetahsshi and Nu-ri were staring at the sight with barely suppressed grins.

"That's enough Ha-ri-ssi. I thought I told you not to hurt yourself?" Kim Min Joon was staring into her eyes, eyebrows quirked. She scowled at him. "Yahh! Let go of my hand!"

"Not unless you promise me you won't hurt yourself again"

She scowled even more harshly at that, trying to stare him down. He stared right back at her, unflinching. It was probably when they exceeded more than a minute of staring at each other that Cheetahssi spoke up.

"Uhhh Pentium-ssi, I am exhausted after all that action and drama. I think I'll crash. What about you, Pentium-ssi?"

"Ahh, yes yes, me too. Cheetahsshi, I think I'll sleep too. It's been a long day for me. Not resting won't do my wounds any good either"

In her peripheral vision, she saw them slinking out of the room, quiet and subtle. But really, she was more focused on the man in front of her than the two leaving.

In a very low voice that oozed threat and danger, she enunciated each word.

"Kim Min Joon. Let go of my hand. Right now."

Kim Min Joon simply stared down at her. And that infuriated her too. He was so tall and handsome with lips that looked so kissable and eyes which held so many promises. They were staring at her right now. Ha-ri saw love and worry in them. His eyes were always worried when they found her in a tough or vulnerable position.

Finally relenting, "It won't hurt me all that much", she said in a softer tone. Kim Min Joon had not moved or spoken yet. He was eyeing her silently, hand still clasped within his. Ha-ri stepped closer and closer, watching him for any reaction. His eyes simply followed her. She came right up to him, the tip of her nose almost touching his chin.

"Min Joonah," she whispered.

He inhaled sharply at that.

Now that she was so near him, Ha-ri felt that undeniable urge to touch him, hug him, pat him, anything which allowed her to be ensured of his physical presence and most of all, safety.

Self control Ha-ri, self control. Self-control Ha-ri, self-control, self-control, self-control she chanted in her head.

"Min Joonah" she whispered even more softly if possible. Kim Min Joon gulped, bringing her attention to his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Some primal thirst in her flared and she ended up gulping herself. Kim Min Joon looked down at the movement and then raised his eyes to her eyes and then back down to her lips. He slowly loosened his grip on her hand, letting go altogether. Ha-ri rested her hand on his waist.

"Ha-ri"

There was warning in his voice.

"That sounds nicer" she observed.

"You like it when I call you by your name? Without any honorifics?" he questioned her.

"Ah ahh," Ha-ri gaped. She hadn't realised she was talking aloud. Pursing her lips, she stared mutely at him. A smirk was fast making its way onto his face.

"It's not like that! Yahh!"

"Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri."

"Kim Min Joon!!" she huffed.

"Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-"

Min Joon's chanting was abruptly brought to an end when Ha-ri with both her hands pulled at his collar, dragged him to her level and pressed her lips against his plush ones. For a few moments, there was really no response from Min Joon.

"Min Joonah, if you didn't like that, I am sorry" she apologized rapidly, stepping back and away from him. All along, she had thought this whole thing was mutual and for all his flirting, Min Joon was just as invested in them as she was. She didn't even know if the kiss had been the problem. Maybe he hadn't come around to trusting even her when it came too close to his liking. As ten thousand thousand and more thoughts rushed into her head, she felt Kim Min Joon's eyes on her. It made her feel sad and anxious now, after his blatant refusal of her.

Just as she was about to turn away, a pair of strong hands grabbed her waist and pulled her to Kim Min Joon. Startled, she stared up at him. He was breathing deeply, eyes fixed on her alone.

"Ha-ri"

The teasing was gone. In its place was barely concealed urgency.

"Min Joon?" she sounded unsure.

Hands still clutching her waist, he held her impossibly close to him. Bending down, he laid his forehead on hers.

"Ha-ri"

"Min Joon" she whispered back.

"Ha-ri" he raised his head and stared at her lips.

"Can I?" he stared into her eyes. She nodded. Very slowly, Min Joon closed the distance between them, until he was an inch away from her lips.

"Ha-ri-ah" he murmured and then they were kissing.

To be kissed by Kim Min Joon made her feel as if she was in the seventh heaven of delight. Fireworks went off and off in the back of her head. Ha-ri closed her eyes tightly, and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, fisting it hard. The way he did it so flawlessly, so perfectly irked her.

Am I not the first woman he's dated? she thought angrily to herself. The thought made her nip harshly at Min Joon's bottom lip, causing him to pull away and stare at her, confused.

"What's wrong?"

Apparently, her face practically announced that she was angry.

"Nothing" She was still clutching at his hem but looked away in embarrassment. One hand still on her hips, Kim Min Joon used his other hand to guide her face back to him

"Tell me what's wrong" Kim Min Joon's voice was soft and gentle. That made her even more embarrassed. She kept mum.

"Please?" he whined softly, palm flat against her cheek now.

"This was not your first time, was it?" she asked, somewhat petulantly.

Whatever Kim Min Joon had been expecting, this definitely had not been it.

"Huh?"

"What?" she shot back. Min Joon's eyes widened at her tone.

"Ok ok, I did have a girlfriend or two back in Germany, but never a serious relationship with any of them, alright? I didn't love them"

It was on the tip of Ha-ri's tongue to ask her whether they were pretty. Prettier than her. But Min Joon beat her to it.

"And before you even think about it, they were nowhere near as beautiful as you" he smiled at her

"As if!" she scoffed.

Min Joon laughed softly. That irritated Ha-ri. She lunged for his lips a second time, kissing him so fiercely he almost lost his balance and stumbled. Once again, she nipped at his lips.

Min Joon broke off laughing loud and like bells chiming.

"You really are a fierce lady Jang Hari-ssi!"

Ha-ri smiled an annoyed smile at him and then wrapped her arms around him, embracing him softly. His gentle arms wrapped around her slim built in a minute, pulling her closer. She rested her head against his chiselled chest, comforted and comfortable.

#mad dog #kdrama #mad dog kdrama #drabbles #oneshot #jang ha ri #Kim Min Joon #Choi Gang-u #Oh Nu-ri #Park Sunjeong #Cheetah #Pentium #Cha Hong Ju #woo do hwan #writers on tumblr #aesthetic #own words #wattpad fanfic #tumblr fanfic #daily tumblr #love #booklr

[thebluestbluewords]

Polyshipweek23 Day 4: Social Media

This is still a story about the gay road trip that the VKs are going on, and the pictures they're posting along the way. 

It's also a fic about the AKs doing some absolutely wild speculation about what could actually be going on with their friends, under the guise of caring about them so so much. 

It's a fic told in instagram screenshots, in royal media posts, and in the texts sent between different kids that keep going to all the right people despite what anyone else might think. 

It involves a lot of image editing that I am not prepared to do, as well as some fake text screenshots that I am only marginally more prepared to create. 

The fic starts out with a picture posted to Evie's instagram (see D1 credits for instagram and royal media handles and details there, or possibly the wicked world shorts). She got a camper for the summer! DIY time?? 

There are comments, and most of them are "OMG too cute" "love this for you" and "you're gonna make this the cutest summer road trip ever!" 

Some of them are a bit "WTF how are you affording this" 

Evie is #notbothered, and posts as much with her squad around her, updating the interior and exterior of the camper and looking hot and un-bothered in sunglasses and with absolutely important drinks in hand. 

Jay posts pictures of himself shirtless on top of the van. His account is dedicated exclusively to thirst traps and close up pictures of cool bugs he finds while wandering around outside of school grounds. 

Mal posts pictures of Evie looking sweaty and adorable while packing for the summer 

Early on, Evie posts a picture of the open road in front of them, and of herself in the passenger seat with the Auradon equivalent of starbucks in her hand. She almost always posts multiple photos at a time, and this one is a little swipe-through of herself with the drink, Jay driving and looking at the road, the road in front of them, and then a selfie where they're all crammed together with Mal and Carlos in the space between the front seats.

Jay posts a ladybug crawling over the steering wheel of the camper, except he doesn't actually show enough of the wheel to know that's where it is

Mal posts a picture of Evie directing them all into place against the camper with their fancy drinks in hand. They're trying to be budget-conscious for the journey, but when they didn't tell their AK friends exactly what they were doing for the summer, some of them assumed the worst and gave them many, many gift cards to use on their journey. 

They also have a mysterious benefactor (or BENefactor if you will) who has his father's credit card and no set limits on it, and keeps sending them gas money every time he sees pictures of them in the camper. 

He sends it via Auradon venmo, with emojis of a camper and a car and a little "love you, hope you're having fun" note. 

Mal has mixed feelings about this, but she's not turning down the free funds. There's.....maybe a few phone calls in her history, early in the mornings and late at night, where she's been talking to him about exactly what they're doing and why they have to do in on their own instead of accepting help from the Auradon royal family to get out of the country for the summer and to a country without magic laws, even just for the two weeks they're actually going to be in Arendelle. 

Evie posts the cutest pictures you've ever seen of the four of them at a fair, including all of them squashed together for a selfie while in line, and herself holding a giant crocodile plushie Mal won for her, and of course a sunset kissing shot with her gf. 

Mal posts a picture of Jay with his head in a trash can next to the roller coaster exit sign. 

Jay posts a picture of a cool bug that landed on Evie's cotton candy. 

At one point, they decide to leave the camper for a night and sleep out under the stars. This would have been a great idea, except the beautifully picturesque field that Mal picked out at random from the road map they've been using to find their way to interesting things turned out to be a cow pasture, and they wake up surrounded by cows.

Carlos posts a picture of a cow, two inches away from the phone screen with just enough sky in the background for it to be clear that he is definitely laying on the ground to take the picture. 

It's his most popular picture by a measure of 50 plus likes.

Early on they have a beach day, which is fun!! 

Mal posts a picture of Carlos buried up to his neck in sand, and a picture of Jay with wet hair fully over his face, looking like a weird drowned rat boy. Her picture of Evie is a candid, one of Evie laughing at the boys throwing each other off a rock formation. The selfie is herself, looking thoroughly pleased as Evie applies sunscreen in the background. 

Evie's beach day photo is herself standing on a rock, and the caption is something like "would you let me be your siren?" 

She looks incredible, and the Auradon boys who follow her because she's hot have a field day with it. 

Jay posts a picture of a hermit crab. It's surprisingly better than most of his other photos, until you scroll down to the caption, where it's revealed that this was actually Carlos taking the photo for him after Jay stepped on a jellyfish and refused to go back in the water for the rest of the afternoon.

At one point Evie and Jay decide that they should probably do something educational on their way, so as to not forget everything they've learned over the past year. Carlos is more than happy to help look up science museums, and they end up at the Camelot Museum of Industry. 

Mal did in fact text Ben about their trip, in the hopes that he would be proud of them for doing something educational, and Ben responds by sending them an article about the alleged ghosts that live in the tunnels under the building.

Evie posts a photo of herself standing dramatically on the front turret of the castle, where they let visitors up to use the telescopes in the evening. (On the second slide there's a photo of her grinning like a dork next to the giant telescopes, and then some very focused photos of her talking to the staff about how to adjust them to bring the planets into focus)

Mal posts a picture of herself and Carlos in an area labeled STAFF ONLY: DO NOT ENTER TUNNELS WITHOUT ID and a string of emojis that can reasonably be translated as "I'm going on a ghost hunt, fuckers"

Jay posts a picture of a snake he found outside under the bushes. 

The four of them do a video call with Lonnie, which is mostly so they can ask her to please, please come down and visit them, and also she should bring her swords, because they mayyyyyybe got into some trouble at one of the historic shrine sites and there's maybe some dryads trying to kill them

Lonnie sends over a pdf about curse breaking (sourced from her brother, who has some magic friends) 

Evie does not post pictures of that one, and instead makes a fb post with emo lyrics about how sometimes it's not about the photos, it's just about the memories. 

Mal posts a picture of herself with part of a tree branch embedded in her head. 

Jay posts a blurry picture of himself shirtless, holding a torch in one hand and a sword in the other. The caption is "winners never die". 

It gets the most comments out of anything they've posted so far. 

none of them have posted pictures of their destination, which is....somewhat concerning

Lonnie is the boldest of their AK friends, but they told her where they were going before they left, so she's not going to be any help. 

There is much speculation in the AK group chat about this. 

Jane sees a picture that Evie posts of the four of them in one of the magical heritage forests, and asks if they want to meet up for a picnic and also so she can show them all the sights of the forest firsthand. 

They do meet up, and Evie posts adorable pictures of them hanging out that only confuse her audience more

Jay posts pictures of the cool rocks he found in the historic forest 

Mal posts a picture of Evie's hands, close up and slightly blurry with some sort of paint all over them (it's probably not blood) 

Ben texts her to ask if it's blood 

There’s an 80% probability that it's not blood

Towards the end of the journey, Evie posts a lot of cute village/tourist photos of the four of them (and especially Mal) visiting the northern kingdoms. Corona was especially fun, and she dedicated a whole photo slide series to the floating lights festival. 

Jay, predictably, also posted about the lights festival. He posted pictures of a frog they found in the water, and the only reason you can tell it's the lights festival at all is the reflection of the floating lanterns against the pond in the background. 

Carlos posts a picture from the festival as well, which is a surprise! It's a picture of seven hands holding a lantern. 

Jane probably likes the photo, and then cries about it because she wants to be cool and dangerous and go on an unsupervised road trip. 

Evie makes a very cute post about sleeping together on a cold night in the mountains, complete with a lil selfie of herself kissing Mal's sleeping forehead in bed, and a picture of the sleepy blanket pile they made in the master bed of the camper together. 

Jay posts a cool spiderweb that he saw in the frost on the van window. 

Carlos sends a text complaining about freezing to death to Ben, who doesn't know where they are, but sends a box of hand warmers and more hot chocolate mix anyway.

Mal posts about being hurt by the ones you love the most (it was hot chocolate and she burnt her mouth and was very upset) 

#hello friends I am late at posting this because I was defeated by my lack of photo editing skills #Please accept this bullet point fic instead #my fic #descendants #descendants fic #polyshipweek23

[jtheplante]

All Hail King Julien survey! 🎉

Feel free to copy & paste, then give ur own answers! 👍 Stolen from @fairfaxandy

1. What do you think about All Hail King Julien?

Worst show ever

2. When did you first watch the show?

I knew this show existed for years. WHY DID I SLEEP ON IT FOR SO LONG??? Anyway last June I think I finally gave the 1st episode a chance, I was bored & looking for something new. The 1st episode is only okay so I didn't think much of it. A few weeks later (early July) I decided to give the show a 2nd chance. Episode 2 is meh, but it was Episode 3 w/the absolute gay furry thirst trap that is Karl Fanaloka that won me over & sealed my fate to watch the whole show 🔥

3. Favorite season?

Season 2 is probably the best season of any show ever in history. Exiled as a whole is also amazing but sadly dips in quality for a couple episodes IMO

4. Favorite episode?

Um have u even watched my episode rank video?? I put s3e6 (Jungle Games) as my #1, but as time's gone on, I think it's really s5e11 (KJ Is Watching You AKA the Orange ITN Black parody episode). Ted is peak and this episode is his peak 🔥

5. Least favorite episode?

As said in my ep rank video!! The S3 opener - O Captain Where Aren't Thou (both parts). Jokes fall flat, KJ's parents are a pain to watch, & the pirate crew is so forgettable I can't name a single one off the top of my head

6. Favorite scene?

Um the whole show but the hardest I laughed at any moment was when Ted suddenly exploded on stage while singing for no f*cking reason

7. Least favorite scene?

s3e4 the episode basically opens with a minute of nasty visualized farts & everyone vomiting on each other. I like gross-out to an extent but this was TOO. MUCH.

8. Favorite characters?

1st: Ted my beloved 💗💗💗 he's so much like me it's scary

2nd: King Julien - a VERY close 2nd. His energy & ability to stay goofy in even the worst situations inspires me to be the same 🔥

3rd: Karl - Gay thirst trap hottie social reject misunderstood sad backstory creative genius who just wants love 😭😭😭

4th: Mort - Objectively the best fictional character of all time. Sure he delivers the funniest moments in animated history but I don't really feel a connection with him like I do the top 3

5th: "Uncle" Julien - sass and ASS 🍑🥵 I love villains who are unapologetically assholes. His redemption was forced & stupid

9. Least favorite character?

Maggie - I love farts but it 100% depends on who. If it's a hot guy then 😍😍😍 but this is an old woman so 🤢 & that's like her whole character

10. Favorite ships?

Jaurice - absolutely adorable couple, heck I get teary eyed just thinking about them, gosh I'm so gay. Anyway their ship is extra special b/c KJ is usually hedonistic & horni, but with Maurice it's so wholesome & romantic 🥺

Julieddy & Karlien - These 2 ships have their own unique dynamics, but I put them together b/c they're both a gay man desperately wanting a man they can't have. This kinda situation always fascinates me & I can relate myself...

Karl x Chauncey - we all kno who Karl wants the most, but the fact that he has a happy life with Chauncey makes me happy 😌

Pandy - Be gay do crime

Ted x Horst - tbh if Ted finally divorced & married a man instead, Horst is a genuine contender

Nurse Phantom & Dr. S - the way they bicker is hilarious

KJ x Rob - Gay booty bumpin hotties enough said

11. Least favorite ships?

Clage - I've already ranted about it a million times it's just crap

"Uncle" Julien x Zora - like I said, forced & stupid

Willie x anyone - Willie's too innocent y'all

12. Have you ever cried while watching?

I'm an overly emotional gay man I cry over litcherally everything. I practically choked to death crying the first time I saw Maurice fall 😭

13. Favorite songs?

-Theme song superiority 🔥🔥🔥

-True Bromance is a gay anthem for the ages

-All Eyes On Me (Photronique) 🔥🔥

-I also like Swagnificent & Big Stacks

#all hail king julien #ahkj #king julien #dreamworks

[glitterymemesatretro-blog]

"Intertwined Souls"

Chapter 2

TW: panic attacks

~"Before she became fire, she was water. Quenching the thirst of every dying creature. She gave and she gave until she turned from sea to desert. But instead of dying in the heat, the sadness, the heartache, she took all of her pain and from her own ashes became fire."~

All she knew was darkness. It was slowly closing in on her on all sides, she didn't know where she was; all she knew was that she needed to run and get away as fast as she could. It was too much. The screams of despair, the wails of children being torn from their mothers' arms, the smell of burning flesh and the horrifying sounds of maniacal laughter.

The rusty stench of blood filled the air; it was all over her. Her hands were caked in blood, though most of it wasn't hers'. She lost her dagger somewhere along the way but couldn't bring herself to dwell on it given her current situation. The woman's normally curly hair was now laying limply down her back, matted with sweat making it stick to her forehead as the blood from the wound she sustained on her face was now running down into her eyes, blurring her vision and making it harder to see where she's going.

The woman was beginning to tire and needed to stop running for a moment to catch her breath. Choosing a nearby tree, she leaned back against it while she used her sleeve to wipe away the blood that got into her eye and wincing when she accidently applied pressure to the wound running from above her right eyebrow then ending at the top of her lip. She tried to collect her thoughts to come up with a safe destination in mind that she could travel to—some nearby kingdom that would grant her asylum, 'maybe' she thought, she could go live with that nice woman that her mother introduced her to all those years ago.

'Oh what was her name again?' she thought to herself. 'Hannah? No, that can't be right! Helena? No.No.No.No. NO!! Why can't she remember?! The lovely woman with kind eyes and that mischievous son of hers,' Melvin. No, Merlin, sweet, dear Merlin, yes that's his name. Suddenly it all clicked into place, the woman's name is Hun-'"I found you~" was mockingly sung into her ear and before she could react , a hand was wrapped around her throat, blocking her airway. The woman immediately began to struggle, fighting and clawing at the rough hand clasped around her neck but to no avail, her attacker didn't let up or falter.Instead, the stranger just let out a hollow chuckle sending shivers down her spine, tightening the hold he had on her neck. "W-who a-are you?" she strained to say, gasping in-between her words, all the while glaring at her attacker refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing a glimpse of fear in her eyes. "Ah, Ah, Ah" her attacker tutted as if they were reprimanding a small child. "Easy there princess, you and I both know that you're not exactly in the position to make demands, now are you?" He pointed out, seemingly entirely too amused by the situation. "W-what d-do y-ou w-want f-from me?!" she spat out, giving him the best death glare she could muster.The man gave her a sharp grin while baring far too many teeth to be human and leaned in so close that the woman could feel his hot breath fanning her face then put his face near her ear as if he was sharing a secret."What I want, little lamb"he began, meeting her eyes once more. "is for you to wake up."The woman furrowed her eyebrows. "I-i d-don't u-understan-"

"VICTORIA WAKE UP!!"

(Sorry for the cut off. The app won't let me go past a certain limit. Check for part 2 in the next chapter. Below is the outfit she was wearing in this chapter. )

#bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #magic #black main character #camelot #merlin x reader #Spotify

[fluxweeed]

hi! i just read so much of your fic and i was wondering: which of your own that you’ve written is your favorite? which are you the most proud of? i know they’re not necessarily always the same. thank you for sharing your work!

oh my god hello! thank you! this is such a lovely message!!!!

it's also a super difficult question for me!! i'm pretty critical of my stuff and don't tend to think of many of my fics too fondly 😅 so picking an outright winner for either of ur categories is hard!!

god this is actually so tough. in terms of favourites, i guess i have a soft spot for thirst, the taste of țuică and still the pine-woods scent the moon, but i don't think i like any of them enough to call them my FAVE. (OR the cop-out answer is fresh eyes, the only drabble i've written that i liked enough to post it as its own work instead of shoving it in a drabble dump with everything else)

in terms of most proud of – god, it might have to be two to lie and one to listen. bc even though i don't rate the fic itself, i guess i'm proud of myself for finishing it? despite the fact that i had such a rough time that i probably really should have abandoned it instead 😅 maybe? is that a stupid answer? honestly there are tiny elements from almost all of my fics that i'm proud of – i just haven't yet managed to be proud of everything in a fic. one day!!!

thank you again for being so kind and sorry i gave u the worst answer in the world!!! hope ur having a lovely day ❤️

#my fic #god anon i'm so sorry i'm such a trainwreck of a fic writer 😭 #i love u so dearly for asking tho

[wirtz]

Ten Hag could've spoken directly to Jadon about the problems he has with him instead of publicly putting him on blast like that. It makes sense for Jadon to publicly defend himself. Ten Hag was extremely cowardly and unprofessional for what he did and he didn't display being a good leader. It's clear from recent performances and lack of good results that the problems at Man U run deep. With lacklustre players like Harry Maguire and Bruno Fernandes it's obvious that Jadon is not the problem lol he wasn't even playing in a majority of the matches. Ten Hag is just an overrated egomaniac who can't accept the fact that he sucks and doesn't have the capacity to successfully manage a big club like Man United. He's obviously looking for someone to blame for his own shortcomings as a coach and unfortunately for Jadon he is seemingly the target and everything has fallen on him. I don't agree 100% with the way Jadon is operating or the way he has operated in the past but I think yall are forgetting that he is only human and he's also really young and seems to have very little support and backing from the people around him. I don't know where you've been lurking but I've seen nothing but criticism of Sancho and it got worse last season. Except for thirst edit on Tik Tok a majority of people criticise Sancho very harshly. People really lack sympathy for certain people and you guys cherry pick who you are gonna defend fiercely. With Sancho I find it's easy for people to just dismiss him as a moody entitled brat when we actually don't know the personal struggles he's going through because let's face it, no perfectly healthy individual would purposely destroy their own career and potential in the way we are currently seeing Sancho do something is clearly not right. This is not even factoring the kind of family he comes from and childhood traumas he may have.

i have sympathy for what he may be going through, but that doesn’t excuse him misbehaving with the manager, imagine doing that with your boss at work and see if that doesn’t get you fired

also you have to remember that ten hag gave him time off to deal with things and he still didn’t perform, i get that he has issues but that has nothing to do with ten hag and if he can’t deal with the pressure, he will likely not make it at united. most players who succeed at this club have a certain type of mentality, consider rashford, garnacho, bruno, licha etc, sancho hasn’t shown that so far

by the way, bruno being lacklustre couldn’t be further from the truth

#manchester united #mufc #anon #jadon sancho

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Oops and The Real Fizzarolli

O-OK.....I've watched the episode five times now.....I've paid attention to every detail, and have taken time to let every emotion sink in. I-I think I'm ready to share my thoughts on this incredible episode.

So......like I said before, I think this is probably the most well-written episode of the show so far. It has some INCREDIBLY high highs, and very little lows. This is good news for me, cuz it felt like with every episode of season 2 (with the exception of Exes And Ohs), there was always something I didn't like that dragged down the experience. Seeing Stars and to a much lesser extent Western Energy had major tonal whiplash problems, Unhappy Campers had the cringe comedy, and while The Circus didn't have any major flaws, but it also didn't have anything amazing either until the last scene. I still adored the show, but actually thinking too hard about season 2 made me feel like.....th-things were getting too....messy, I guess? At least it proves that I can analyze things I love instead of just blindly praising them, but....s-still, I felt like the fun police. Especially after talking about Unhappy Campers. That was meant to be a fun, comedy episode for the most part, and I complained about the jokes. I gave my reasons, but still.....I-I didn't like doing that....

Then this episode came along. And HOOOOOOO BOOOOOOOYYYYY did it catch me completely off-guard.....I-I wasn't expecting THIS to be the episode that explained so much.....I-I was just expecting a skirmish between Blitzo and Fizz, maybe some hints about their backstory, and then end leaving us wanting more. But no.....we got....th-this......

Now, yeah, there was another thing I didn't see coming, but.....i-it's nothing against the episode. It's about my personal feelings, and expectations I had regarding Fizz's character.

Getting it outta the way now.....OK......here I go.....

So.....a-after Ozzie's, Fizz became my favorite character.....or....did he...? It FELT like he was.....after just that one episode.....

I-I'd been fascinated by Fizz since Loo Loo Land. I....r-really really really liked Robo Fizz.....like, everything about him....to the point where....I was so fascinated by what the real thing would be like.....I-I was so so incredibly hyped to meet him.....When I learned he would appear, I got excited.....and with every episode that passed, impatient. Then.....we got Ozzie's.

And he lived up to the hype.

He was just as I imagined he'd be.....this extremely showy, hammy villain, basking in the spotlight......Switching on a dime between goofy and cruel......Taking sadistic pleasure in taunting Blitzo, due to the shared past between them. Grinning widely at Stolas as Ozzie turns the spotlight on him, glowing in the dark, looking so s-so c-cool.......All the while, cracking jokes like "Be sure to rhyme 'song' with 'schlong'!" and making trumpet noises.....

"House Of Asmodeus" is my favorite song and scene in the entire show, and he was one of the reasons why.

Safe to say.......I-I was so blown away....I watched that episode repeatedly for the next few days. It was just.....WOW....He was amazing......I-I was sure that I definitely....u-uh....was beginning to gravitate towards villainous, sadistic jesters.....

Needless to say, when I heard he'd be a recurring character, I was PUMPED. What would he have in store? What was the past betwen him and Blitzo? How would Blitzo have to deal with him, his former friend, who is now turning their history and his mistakes against him, using it as ammo to hurt him and tear him down? As if Blitzo didn't have enough issues....how much worse would those issues become from Fizz tormenting him? The Circus showed that Fizz wasn't always like this, so....what happened that led him to become what he is now? What's his villain origin story?

Question, after question, after question.....

Fizz, being a recurring villain.....Goofy, yet threatening, with a thirst for revenge......A more personal kind of villain to Blitzo, a shadow of his past that he can't escape......The very opposite of him......

And then, after over a year, he's finally back.....He's back....and.....

.........he's.....

........he's not like that at all. He's......actually a pretty cool guy who.....Who is genuinely in love with Ozzie? Sure, that was kinda foreshadowed in Ozzie's but....I-I didn't wanna believe he was taken.....I-I guess that's fine, tho? But not only that......he's.......wrapped around Ozzie's finger. He's not fully in control of himself. Ozzie is protective of him, worrying about him so much as going outside on his own, and he calls Ozzie "Big Daddy" and acts very much submissive to the Sin. He blushes and gets all flustered when he thinks of Ozzie, trying to deny how he feels.

The smug, sadistic jester.....is a simp. A lovesick, obedient, submissive simp.

Oh, and while he does taunt Blitzo, it's not to the same level as back at Ozzie's. It's more of a bitter back-and-forth between ex-friends, which is.....still entertaining, and I can't complain, so maybe-

Oh, and he can't fight. He's helpless for most of the episode. Cuz he's a performer. That cool Sonic spindash attack? That was just a Robo Fizz thing. Scrub that from your mind.

Oh, and.....at the end of the episode......he forgives Blitzo. He's the first character to forgive Blitzo in the show. Him. Of all characters. Him....the one that I was looking forward to seeing being a recurring threat to Blitzo.....He just....f-forgives him......in a very emotional scene......that I can't complain about, cuz it was what Blitzo needed....but....

My favorite villain in the series.....isn't a villain. He's actually one of the nicest characters in the show. And what we saw in Ozzie's....was an act for the club.

And now.....he and Blitzo are on good terms.

I....I didn't know what to think......

Where did my Fizz go? The cool Fizz? Who was this guy....? Was this Fizz all along? Was I misreading his character THAT BADLY? Did I.....overhype him....?

H-how....do I feel about this....?

This was such a good episode, but.....the reason it took me so long to analyze it, was that....I had to sort THIS out first.....

I had this image in my head of who Fizzarolli was. I thought he'd be a character like Spinel. I'd compared the two for years.....I loved Ozzie's so much, and had all this time to prepare myself to see him again, yet....I only prepared myself to see that Fizz again. Who I thought he was, and directions I thought his character would go in.....and I ended up being so incredibly wrong.....

I thought I'd seen the real Fizz.....but now, I see the REAL real Fizz.

I don't think I was intentionally mislead......I think this was just a me thing. Having all this time to speculate caused me to mold this guy into the type of the character that appeals to my specific tastes. I-I don't wanna say I felt betrayed....No, that'd be too dramatic....but, expecting to have that feeling of fluttering in my chest again, only to get this instead.....?

It felt like.....kinda like false advertising, y'know....?

After my first viewing, I was SO conflicted.....I loved the story of the episode, and the emotion.......but this one thing kept hanging over my head. It was just a me problem. I could NOT hold it against the episode. But.....but.....there was still.....disappointment there. I hated it. I loved the episode, but I KNEW I should be loving it more, yet my own feelings roadblocked me.....The feeling of crushed expectations.

Of......falling out of love.

Thus, why I needed a few days.

So......here we are now.

And now, I can say......once I got over myself.....

Fizz is still my favorite character. Just....in a different way now.

My feelings for him may be different now, but I still adore him. I love his sassy quips, especially his back-and-forths with Blitzo. That scene with them in the cage was just pure gold. The way they bounce off each other is pitch perfect. Sure, I didn't get the grudge match I expected, but it's still VERY clear that these are two guys who've known each other for a long time. It's hard to describe, but....they talk comfortably to each other, even when throwing shade. There's no sadistic glee, just ex-friends who haven't gotten over things venting to each other. And the way Fizz reacts to Blitzo talking about Stolas? His snarky "Oh, that's definitely your clue that it's all BS"? His expressions screaming 'how do you NOT get it'? XD And then...."SOME have taste, and some want to screw you"? Perfect comeback! Don't need to be evil to have lines like that! XD

And finally....."You're still on the horse thing!?" Probably my favorite line in the episode.....from him.

Fizz is just SUCH an entertaining character. Even if he isn't who I thought he was, there's still so much to love about him.

I love how he does his best to protect his boyfriend's reputation, but fails miserably at hiding it. That scene where he gets flustered and just starts going on and on about Ozzie's junk? "It's like a KAIJU-" Second best line from him, pffffff......XD Seriously, I know that the drama is the most memorable part of this episode, but there's a lotta funny stuff too!

I love his ability to accept what happened to him and learning to live with his disabilities. I love the way he actually listened to Blitzo as Blitzo was pouring his heart out to him. I love how he had the GUTS to say that imps who think they're superior to everyone are no better than any royal straight to Striker's face!!

And I especially love......how he let go of his grudge, and rewarded Blitzo with a wholesome hug. Officially burying the hatchet, putting this story ahead of other misunderstanding plots that drag on too long.

So....yeah.....Fizz is great. I won't let any feelings get in the way of enjoying him. This is the real him, and that's just how it is. I can't wait to see him again, and this time, now that I know more about him? I'll be happy with anything!

Now, although seeing Fizz again was the highlight of the episode, there's still more to talk about....but....I-I'll try to keep the rest brief.....Ahem.....

STORY PROGRESSION STORY PROGRESSION!!!!

BLITZO LEARNING TO PUT HIS WALLS DOWN, BLITZO LEARNING TO APOLOGIZE, BLITZO FIXING A RELATIONSHIP, HOLY CRA- *cough*

I-I know I said it before, but....I-I was NOT expecting this!! This was something I thought wouldn't happen until a season finale cuz it's so huge!

THAT FLIPPING SCENE-

Normally, I-I HATE misunderstandings, but.....w-with the circumstances, and how Blitzo is, I-I.....Th-this is one of the THE best examples of how to do that kinda trope RIGHT-

How this all started cuz Blitzo thought Fizz was too good for him, while Fizz looked up to him and felt betrayed-

Fizz thought Blitzo abandoned him, when Blitzo was actually trying to get help- Only to stop when he notices another tent catch fire nearby.....

And we see him mouth.....

"Mom."

One small scene. That was literally ALL we needed to explain EVERYTHING. What happened to Fizz. Why Barbie hates Blitzo now. And.....why Blitzo doesn't trust himself anymore.

Why he think of himself as scum, and pushes people away....

Because he hurt practically everyone he cared for.....by ACCIDENT.

And.....

.....I've been there.

I've been Blitzo. I've hurt those I care about due to misunderstanding. I've healed, but still I look back and think of what I could've done to stop it. How I tried and tried to explain, but nothing worked....b-being left alone to hate myself.....

Not gonna lie, the way Blitzo shouted "I DID CARE! It WAS an accident!" almost made me tear up. The sheer agony in his voice got to me. If there was ever any proof that Brandon Rogers can do emotional, this is it. Just...letting everything out, right there. All those years of living with guilt, not being believed, just....being let loose. Hoping in vain that they'll listen to you....A cry of misery......

And then....he apologizes. He doesn't make himself the victim. He finally gets the chance to apologize, and admit that no matter what....it was still his fault. And he can never undo what he did, and get back what he and Fizz lost. It was his fault.....

This kinda scene has a tendency to break me, mainly cuz, again, I've been there. I've broken down crying over my mistakes, being worn down over time of no one wanting to listen to me....Not expecting forgiveness, just....wanting to be heard.......There's a similar scene in the anime Rising Of The Shield Hero, and that one made me cry too. (That story isn't QUITE the same, cuz in that case, the character breaking down was accused of a crime he actually didn't commit, but the "no one will listen to him" part is the same) It's just....a lot for me.

Sometimes, you can make terrible, awful mistakes that you can't undo. Sometimes the guilt can be too much to bear, and you can't let yourself live it down. But it's never your choice to decide if you're worth forgiveness. That choice lies in those you hurt.

And Fizz chose to forgive Blitzo.

I also love Blitzo admitting that Fizz was "all he had left", that was very bittersweet.

So....yeah.....the backstory scene, and practically everything afterwards, was probably the best part of the whole series up to this point, and I bet it was extremely cathartic to fans, cuz it explained sooooo many things at once. NEVER call Viv a bad writer again. THIS is how you do a reveal.

Soooo.....th-that was a lotta rambling.....a-and geez, there's still MORE to talk about so....u-uh.....I-I'll just do the rest in list style.....

Other things I liked:

Learning more about Ozzie. Just like Fizz, he's actually a cool guy (if you're on his good side) who puts on an act. I didn't care enough about him to be blindsided by this, but I will admit that this is quite the change from harassing Moxxie, especially since he went from humiliating Stolas to chatting cheerfully with him, but eh, it's no big deal, and he definitely just did that for the show. Also, we learn that he's the weakest of the Sins, to the point where imps like Crimson aren't afraid to piss him off. And he's also against love potions, which is.....interesting for the guy who rules the ring full of succubi and incubi, who basically have built-in love potions when they go to the living world, but.....still, pretty neat of the king of lust to value consent!

Stolas selflessly trying to get Blitzo a way to go to the living world without his grimoire, proving that he now loves him enough to let him go.....Or, at least, he doesn't wanna force Blitzo to see him anymore. Maybe this is cuz of what happened at Ozzie's and Western Energy being the wakeup call he needed that maybe his feelings aren't reciprocated.......Sure, this is 100% setting up for another misunderstanding, but it IS a nice way for Stolitz to head in, now that the "deal for the grimoire" thing will be a thing of the past. The ball will 100% be in Blitzo's court now.

I love how, instead of introducing yet another new character to be the villain, they just.....use Crimson and Striker? I know it's simple, but I really like that. A new character would've taken the spotlight offa the important parts of this story. Instead, they bring back two familiar villains and have them team up in a natural way. I didn't expect to see them both again so soon, but I like it, since Helluva's been introducing new villains a lot (and Barbie who's more of an anti-hero). Also, we get to continue the "Striker being weirded out by sex references" running gag! Woo!

And, again, I have VERY few complaints! At first, I didn't like the song, but that's actually grown on me a bit. It's still FAR from one of my favorite songs in Helluva. It's disjointed, and goes on too long, but it's catchy, and I actually like that part when it gets more intense (the "I don't know how long I can do this..." part), and I cracked up once I noticed the goons crying at the Italian part. There's a lotta details to notice, but....y-yeah, I still think the song is too long. Like....I'm sorry, but the pacing of this episode is so perfect everywhere but this. This song has no reason to be so long. It's padding. The lyrics are nonsense. Nothing happens except Fizz getting more desperate. My favorite musical scenes in Helluva are the ones that move the story along.

Also, again, Stolas never bringing up that he was in the hospital was kinda weird, but at least Striker mentions that Western Energy happened so.....blegh, it doesn't matter much

But....yeah, that's all I have to say! This episode is nearly flawless! Season 2 has redeemed itself, and I hope it keeps up this momentum....even if I don't think this episode'll be topped in a looooong time.....WHAT a rush this was! The emotion was the star here, but the comedy was great too, especially from Blizo and Fizz's dynamic, and the action was beautifully animated like always, and my only REAL complaint (the song being too long) doesn't really detract from anything!

Is this my new favorite episode? I....don't think so. Even with the revelations about Fizz, I still love Ozzie's and I think I always will. That episode is way too special to me, and it still contains my favorite song of the show. I also think Exes And Ohs is my second-favorite, making this my close third. However, those are just my PERSONAL rankings. I think this might be the new best-written episode of the show objectively now. I just have my tastes that leads me to like those other two more.

(The flashback is my new favorite single dramatic scene in the show, tho, so that's something)

If this is your new favorite episode, I completely understand. For me.....this is a very special episode, and I love it now that I've gotten over that....self-inflicted hurdle. I'm over it now, embrace my new platonic attachment to Fizz, and I can't wait to see more from him!

As well as seeing......maybe soon......the guy who seems to be behind a lotta things....Mammon.

But first......let's see how Blitzo handles the crystal thing....oof....

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #sorry this is so long

[watcher0033]

I love The Little Mermaid so much. 😭😭😭

Plot - 9/10

-Love Ariel’s coming of age, journey-ing to be a human arc. Her transition from non-human to human was treated w respect without dissing her origins. Which was consistent with the original classic as well. Love the mermaid tears arc. Love the father-daughter bond. The romance was fucking impeccable.

Pacing - 9/10

-very straight to the point, fleshed out world with just the right amount of tasteful exposition.

Characters - 9/10

-Ariel and Eric were perfection I won’t stand for slander. Anyone who’s saying Ariel transitioned for a man should be given the right smack. Did y’all not see her consistent pining was about the human world, wanting to be human and her thirst to know more and explore it all?! Her love for Eric was a separate thing thats only theirs!! She takes what she wants while acknowledging the consequences! She took a stand and fought not just because Eric was in danger but for her dad!!

Eric is the best Disney Prince. I have earned Wisdom. Live action Eric gave me best hindsight that Eric’s personality was already there in the original film. Just fleshed out now match Ariel. Those soulful eyes, that soulful heart that may make him look like a flighty royal to outsiders but it’s a consistent fact that besides his thirst for knowledge is a steady heart that wants to do his best for his country. Love that guy.

Triton. My god I think I’d gladly drown in Triton’s voice ngl. I was like can it get any lower?! Them: Yes. But fr love his arc of putting aside his prejudices for his daughter’s happiness in the end. Like that’s a bare minimum some fathers just can’t even manage to reach sometimes.

*insert fun fact here of consistently calling him daddy instead of his name NOT FOR REASONS YOU THINK (or maybe it is who knows) but because I keep mispronouncing Triton and trident. I know, i know 😭

Ursula. That overly dramatic witch. So camp. Love that for her. I have trouble listening to Melissa’s enunciation sometimes but it’s cool. She’s a functional antagonist.

The sentient animal friend: their good. Best wing(heh)men u could ever ask more. Sebastian’s journey from Yes man to “Hm. Actually.” was pretty good as before.

The romance and character parallels of Ariel and Eric happened because of Max. Everybody say thank you to Max. He’s a good boi. 🐶

Casting - 10/10

Great job as far as I can tell.

Cinematography - 9/10

-i have to squint sometimes but the visuals are pretty effing stunning.

Scoring - 7.5/10

-can never beat the classics, but I love the range of emotions the characters put into it. And the new songs SLAP. But minus points for the Scuttlebutt song that was so bad, sorry I can’t even call it Mid. That song was the official bathroom break for me.

Overall: 8.5/10 for me. It was satisfying!

#the little mermaid #it was such a satisfying watch #halle #halle is ariel #prince eric #jonah hauer king #disney #disney movie review #films #watcher rambles #fandom #multifandom #then I have to watch next #spiderverse #barbie #and #oppenheimer #rip my wallet

[garoujo]

ugh emmie i LOVE YOU i wanna live on your shelves you’re so cool😭 im tryna have a collection like yours 🥺 you’re also elitist bc you like bleach??????? BIG PURRRR

anyway that’s not even what i came here for, i came here to expand on that one thirst you received about garou & him loving the smell of you😩😩😩😩it automatically gave me ‘scent kink’ and i cannot stop thinking about it (i also have a separate hc that garou is a chubby chaser, but more on that later). just imagine though:

when you come out of the shower, your skin humid and body dripping wet, and your boyfriend lay comfortably in your bed (with nothing but grey sweats might i add) reading through a book he picked up on the way to your place. you bit your lip to contain your already budding arousal, eager to hurry up in the bathroom so you can hop in bed to cuddle with your monster of a man, but before you could even reach for your favorite brand of lotion , garou is already behind you, his taut, ripped abdomen pressing against the rolls of your back. your towel slipped and soon forgotten at your ankles. you let out a yelp, arching your spine when you feel his rough, cold hands on your figure, eventually making their way down to your hips. giving them a light squeeze, he puts his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. once, twice , thrice, he was addicted to the smell of you. although he’d grown to prefer your more…natural aromas, like when you got back from the gym for example, this was great too.

he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever .

you sighed and relaxed in his hold, letting his hands roam once more across the fields that were your flesh, their second destination landed each palm on either one of your breasts, large, soft and round. your nipples were at his mercy in an instant, they perked at attention as soon as he was only a centimeters away from them. “fucking missed these beauties,” he mumbled more to himself against your collarbone. he alternated between leaving wet kisses and taking a large whiffs of your scent; it calmed him.

you whined, “mm, garou at least let me put a shirt on. o-or some panties.”

he replied to you with a grunted no, reluctantly removing one hand and let it trail down your cute tummy, before he went to cup your naked cunt your sex having a mind of its own and already wet for him as soon as he made contact. “how am i supposed to feel this cute little pussy with all that other stuff in the way?”

that was the convincing you need.

the two of you didn’t have sex, both of you admittedly too lazy for it, so you instead settled to cockwarm him. with his body heat radiating into your own, and the soft blanket draped over you, you were out like a light in an instant. with a kiss on your cheek, garou fell asleep with his face in its rightful position: in the crease of your neck and shoulder, when he can breath in your essence all night long <3

nonono ily moar!!!! (>< ) pls come live on my shelves u will make them look so pretty <3 afgajaka i have a spending problem ‘n it accumulated severely over the past year sob — help omg yes bleach is like my fave anime of all time,, i adore it sm i wish the fandom was more alive but ‘m so excited for it to return!!!

naurrrrr i’ve been so severely obsessed w garou since i finished the opm anime like a few months ago (duh garoujo, garou + gojo) but i literally read the manga ‘n everything just so i could see more of him obsessed!!! he’s so big ‘n strong it makes my knees quiver + my thighs spread sob (ᵔ.ᵔ) <3

omg stop cause that was so much softer than expected but i am still ahfhakaka obsessed!!! he’s literally everything, i’ve literally had a google doc that only has the words ‘scent kink — garou’ in it for months ToT big lover man with all those muscles,, bet he’s so warm and his cock is so fat and feels so good when he bullies it in your pussy — he’s a lil mean but doesn’t mean to be,, always tries his best not to hurt you but he’s just so strong <3

#୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ moot mail #ֹ ۪ ఇ : [sosa] #GAROU <3333 owner of my puthy #i thought about him 24/7 for a good few weeks #now it’s like 24/7 w the addition of my other 2d bfs lmaoooo

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Chapter 39 - Something incredibly deep and warm.

Episode 5. Adrian: *He gazed deep into Dalton's eyes* Are you okay? Dalton: *He nodded lightly* Yeah *his lips staying parted, his breath warm and longing as his eyes slowly slipped to Adrian's lips, feeling an incredible thirst for the pink curved skin, as if he had spent a lifetime in the sun, with nothing to drink*  Adrian: *Too scared to fully notice Dalton's gaze locked on his lips, he gently started washing Dalton's arms, long, soft strokes, being sure to be gentle, wanting to pour as much love and care into his movements as possible. A hope that even with the sponge separating him, Dalton would be able to feel his love.* Dalton: *He felt it, although he was much too scared to believe he was reading it right. His body buzzing with intense pleasure, soaking up every inch of Adrian's touch.* Adrian: *He slowly made his way up Dalton's right arm, over his shoulder, hesitating just a moment before brushing over his chest* Dalton: *His heart beating faster, his breath turning deeper, hotter, his eyes slowly closing as a sigh of relief rolled over him and out of his lips, goosebumps covering his arms and thighs, his neck gently arching backwards as a soft pleasureful moan escaped his still slightly parted lips, his eyes remaining closed* Adrian: *He noticed Dalton's reactions, and it came as natural as rain on a cloudy day, as he let the sponge travel down Dalton's chest, further down his belly, till it made a slow u-turn around Dalton's belly button, and slowly made it's way back up again, not pausing at the chest this time, as it instead traveled up Dalton's neck, gently caressing both sides. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped Adrian as he noticed how sensual it had suddenly gotten. His lips lightly parting, his heart beating in his head, as his body temperature started rapidly rising* Dalton: *He dug his fingers into Adrian's flesh of his upper arms, tightening his grip to make sure he wouldn't slip. Feeling such an intensely overwhelming pleasure, it was hard not to melt completely away by now.* Adrian: *His hand slowly started leading the sponge back down Dalton's neck.... chest.... ribs.... belly... lower belly, where suddenly it gave up and fell to the floor, Adrian's hand slipping, his palm gently swiping against Dalton's lower belly, and the waist band of his boxers* 

Dalton: *A steamy gasp of air escaped him, pressing himself closer against Adrian, so desperate to feel so much more, that it all suddenly seemed like an overwhelmingly cruel torment, and a soft sob escaped him as he quickly straightened his neck back up and gazed into Adrian's eyes, tears already falling from his own*  

Adrian: *He gazed back at him with flickering eyes, trying to decide if he had stepped over a line, or not stepped close enough?*

Dalton: *Another sob escaping him* What do you want from me?

Adrian: Everything! *it burst out his mouth* yet nothing you aren't prepared to give.

Dalton: ........

Adrian: *He frowned soft and sighed slowly, trying to choose his words carefully* I...... *he reached up, cupping Dalton's cheek again with his hand, wiping his thumb over Dalton's teary cheek* wish I could kiss them all away

Dalton: *He sighed soft as he leaned his face more into Adrian's hand, brushing his lips against his palm, allowing Adrian's words to cradle him and warm him up, feeling his soul starting to blossom again, his skin starting to feel alive*

Adrian: *He observed Dalton's reaction, the way he was gently rubbing his cheek and lips against Adrian's palm, so incredibly vulnerable and pure, yet so indescribably inviting. He let out a steamy sigh of air, then leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on Dalton's upper cheek, gently sucking his skin for just a second, before letting go, planting an identically tender butterfly kiss, right next to the first one, then another, and another, each time lingering a little longer before parting*

Dalton: *A surrendering sigh of pleasure escaped him, as his lips quickly found their way to Adrian's, instantly locking with them in a tender exploring kiss, needing and longing to taste this person, granting him all this warm pleasure*

Adrian: *He gasped surprised, but didn't dare to break the kiss. Although he should, shouldn't he? Was he taking advantage of the situation? Of Dalton? Oh god he hoped not, cause there were nothing in the entire universe that could make him pull their lips apart. So he did the opposite. He leaned himself closer into the kiss, closer into Dalton, his hand on his cheek, pulling him slightly nearer*

Dalton: *He sighed so light from the relief that his lips were met with so much warmth and equal longing. Or so it felt at least? Or was it just a figment of his blurry, spinning head. Oh gawd it was spinning now! But a pleasant sort of spinning. A spinning that could send him orbiting around planet earth, getting lost in the vast universe of these wet tender lips. And so his arms wrapped around Adrian's neck, drawing him ever so close*

Adrian: *A soft moan escaped him as he felt Dalton pull him in, his hand slipping from Dalton's cheek, slightly down towards his jaw, his thumb gently brushing over the side of Dalton's mouth, resting comfortably at his mouth corner, as Adrian, gently parted his lips, nervously poking just the very tip of his tongue, against Dalton's lips, praying he would answer back*

Dalton: *And he did, instantly. His tongue meeting Adrian's, greeting it with a tender poke, then without hesitation following it back into Adrian's mouth, getting lost in a playful dance*

Adrian: *He moaned soft and felt an intense rush in his stomach, as the side of Dalton's tongue gently graced Adrian's thumb on it's short trip from mouth to mouth, feeling himself grow weak in his knees, no longer too capable of thinking clear. His tongue and his mouth eager to greet Dalton's tongue, and make it feel more than welcome, his hand traveling down Dalton's waist, resting gently just above his hip, pulling him ever so lightly further in, although there were practically no air left between them at this point, he longed for Dalton to understand just how wanted and loved he was, but too scared to actually speak the words*

Dalton: *A soft sighing moan escaped him, his heart beating so fast and strong by now, he was starting to slightly worry he would get a heart attack, but also willing to risk it all. He could hardly believe just how intense and lovely the kiss felt, and how undeniably wonderful Adrian's lips felt against his own, unable to recall when he had last been kissed with this much longing and passion. Then only seconds later, fear stroke him again, and he started doubting once more, if he made it all up in his dizzy head, or if it was in fact happening the way he felt it*

Adrian: *Instantly feeling Dalton hesitating, he quickly broke the kiss and cleared his throat* I'm sorry *he whispered lightly* I shouldn't have done that... I'm sure I stepped over more than one line here, and it wasn't my intention.

Dalton: *He nodded soft and disappointed, rubbing his own upper arm nervously, as he stepped slightly away from Adrian, feeling out of place*

Adrian: How about we dry up and go inside? I'll make you something to eat and drink, before bed, it will help you clear up *he forced a soft smile*

Dalton: *He nodded lightly, equally forcing a soft smile* Yeah... thank you.

Adrian: *Back inside he gestured towards the bedroom ladder* Can you climb that on your own by now, or do you need help?

Dalton: I think I can manage if I do it slowly and concentrate *he sighed soft*

Adrian: Okay *he squinted his eyes as he looked a bit suspicious at Dalton, trying his best to read him* Grab anything you would like from my closet... and the drawers next to my bed has boxers and socks... I'll bring up the food when I'm done, you can sleep in the bedroom today, I'll take the couch *he smiled softly, not wanting to overstep another boundary*

Dalton: *He nodded slow, trying not to pay attention to the sting in his heart. But it was impossible to deny the hurt, following another rejection. Once again had he tried to open up to the- he frowned deep. This was nonsense! And the fact that he was now being turned down and banished to the bedroom alone was just cruel! He quickly walked to the ladder and climbed up, panting as he stood on the bedroom floor, tears once again filling his eyes! No! He had to be brave! He had to calm down! It was too late! He had to stay there till the morning at the very least, when the taxi's would start running again, which meant at least another couple hours. This wasn't the time to give up and give in! So he walked to the closet, opened it, found a tshirt, put it on, quickly peeled off the wet boxers, and dumped them on the floor, then walked to the drawers, quickly finding boxers and socks, then got them on and sat down on the bed, just as the heavy feeling overwhelmed him, and it felt as if his heart was going to implode. What was so wrong with him that he no longer deserved love?*

Adrian: *He tried his best to think of nothing but the food while cooking. But it was impossible, while every thought, feeling and sensation of kissing Dalton, kept violently interrupting, demanding he would feel the encore. And as he was finally done, he placed it all on a serving tray, and quickly climbed up the ladder, forcing a soft smile as he walked towards the bed, placing the tray between them, as he sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Dalton* It's nothing special, just a home made toasted sandwich and water. It's important you hydrate, but try to get a bit of energy down as well, please... it will do you good.

Dalton: *He sighed soft and nodded* Thank you. *He quickly grabbed the tall glass and drank most of it in one go, surprised how thirsty he had actually been, chuckling lightly* Thank you, I really needed that.

Adrian: *He nodded lightly* I figured.

Dalton: *He grabbed the toast and took a bite, his eyes instantly lighting up* Fuck this is good!

Adrian: *He smiled soft*

Dalton: *Happily munching* No seriously! *he right away took another bite* This might be the most delicious toasted sandwich I've had all my life!

Adrian: .....

Dalton: What's the secret?

Adrian: *He shrugged lightly and lit a cig* You mind if-

Dalton: No please! *he took another bite* I don't care the slightest.....

Adrian: .... I make it on the pan.... I toast it in butter.... both sides....

Dalton: Mmmh! So that's the key to the crispy sweetness...

Adrian: *He nodded lightly*

Dalton: And it's red cheddar and ham on the inside?

Adrian: Smoked ham, yes... and a bit of bacon

Dalton: *He grinned wide and chuckled* So a greedy toast...

Adrian: *He snorted softly* Let's call it that...

Dalton: *He munched another bite, slowly sipping the water* Really... thank you for this, I appreciate it. A lot *he smiled soft*

Adrian: *A genuine loving and shy smile* You're more than welcome.... thank you for eating and drinking.

Dalton: Thank you for making me eat and drink *he chuckled lightly*

*They staid quiet while Adrian smoked and Dalton ate, both too scared to say what was on their mind*

Dalton: Can I have a cig? *he was the first to speak as he stood up and placed the empty tray on Adrian's dresser*

Adrian: Sure... you can always take, you don't have to ask *He smiled politely and killed his own cig in the ashtray, handing Dalton his pack of cigs and lighter* that goes for the kitchen too. Whatever is there, you're free to eat and drink as much of as you want to. And there is always an extra brand new tooth brush in the black toilet bag in the bathroom

Dalton: *He sighed soft and lit a cig, sitting back down on the bed, wondering if this was some sort of invitation or hint, for him to come around more... or stay more? But before he could gather the courage to ask, Adrian spoke again*

Adrian: Do you feel a bit clearer in your head now? I mean after the shower and food?

Dalton: *He nodded lightly... a lot... thank you... I'm just still somewhat dizzy.... or drunk feeling? I don't know how to describe it?

Adrian: Do you wanna talk about what happened? I mean...why you ended up.... drinking.... smoking... whatever else you did? *he frowned soft*

Dalton: ..... it was a bad moment... it's not something I do any longer.... it belongs to my past, a past I really don't want to go back to, and I'm 100% honest when I say that. I just *he sighed hard and sorta spaced out, starring at the floor, clearly deep in thought*

Adrian: It's okay if you don't want to talk about it... but I think it would be good for you to let it out

Dalton: *He sighed soft and took a drag of the cig* I have... it only seems to be getting worse the more I talk about it.

Adrian: .......  wanna try anyway? ......  maybe it would be different this time? *he said in a soft encouraging way* I wont judge.

Dalton: I'm not afraid of you judging *he forced a soft smile* it's the whole loneliness thing *he took a drag of the cig* she broke me.... she broke my heart

Adrian: *he nodded softly, obviously understanding Dalton meant his ex*

Dalton: She was back and forwards for years, wanting me, being done, wanting me, ignoring me, being done, wanting me, not knowing what she want, wanting me, being done, wanting me, needing a break, wanting me, ignoring me, being done, wanting me, being done

Adrian: *He frowned soft, feeling uncomfortable about the fact that ANYONE could treat someone as special as Dalton that way!* Yes, I get the picture *he grunted* and sipped a beer he had brought up for himself with the food, in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves just a little*

Dalton: *He sighed soft* I was so lonely in her company for so long... years to be honest... still after it's finally over, I keep romanticizing her, thinking she WAS sweet at times... we did have good years too... we have so much history together, and I end up missing her, telling myself being with someone once in a while, is better than being completely alone right?

Adrian: ...... no.... torturing yourself and your heart is not better than being alone. *He sighed softly, observing as Dalton's eyes grew tired and full of sorrow*

Dalton: It hurts so much. And I want to move on, I really do.... but I'm terrified, so I keep holding on to this withered love, hoping it will bloom again. And it's stupid I know it is a waste of both time and feelings, cause the outcome will be the same. She moved on a long time ago, and I have to do the same. And there are moment where I feel attracted to someone new, and where I dare to dream of falling in love again, and where I feel it's right at the tip of my tongue, so close I can taste it. But then I get scared and wonder if that person has feelings towards me, or if I'm just wishfully hoping. Fact is, I feel like complete shit after she left me. I don't really take care of myself any longer. It just ended up seeming like I was no longer good enough for anyone. Unlovable... unattractive. I mean, when the person closest to you, can no longer find you in their heart, how can someone new? I'm nothing special... I'm just.... me *he gestured at himself and took a last drag of the cig, killing it in the ashtray* I know I'm nothing more than ordinary, but at least I felt I used to be somewhat charming, but it's like she extinguished all the light that was ever shining in me, and left me in darkness. Now I have to work extra hard to get just a tiny bit of flickering dimmed light to shine... who would be attracted to that? I barely shine enough for a moth to notice me. *He looked at Adrian with sad defeated eyes*  

Adrian: *He sighed deep and slow*

Dalton: ........ *clearly waiting for a reply*

Adrian: ........ I don't see it like that... I think you have plenty light left in you, even if you don't see it yourself, others definitely do.

Dalton: *He sighed deep, clearly not the words he longed to hear*

Adrian: *He shook his head and quickly emptied his beer. He couldn't, and he shouldn't, yet he heard the words escape his lips* I find you very attractive... both mentally and physically.

Dalton: *He looked surprised at Adrian* You do?

Adrian: ...... yes. I wouldn't say something like that unless I mean it.

Dalton: Not even to cheer someone up?

Adrian: No *he answered more firm and certain this time* I don't play with people's feeling. At least never intentionally.

Dalton: *He nodded soft*

Adrian: *He quickly stood up and reached for a candle on his dresser, lighting it, then walked around the bed, lighting a couple on the bedside table/shelf* Should be more cozy and relaxing to fall asleep now *he forced a soft smile and walked to reach the light switch for the ceiling light, turning it off, leaving the room bathed in the dimmed warm candle light* I'm right downstairs if you need anything, just shout *he spoke in the softest voice possible*

Dalton: *He sniffled his nose lightly and nodded, then dragged his legs up in bed, slipping under the blanket, but still sitting up, dragging his legs against his torso, looking slightly out of place, then a shiny tear ran down his cheek* I'm sorry, I'm just too emotional for my own good, and for anyone else... I'll be okay.... I'll call you if I need anything, please don't worry...

Adrian: I do worry *he sighed deep and quickly walked back to Dalton, sitting down on the edge of the bed, right in front of Dalton* Tell me what's on your mind, please... I would love to help, if I can in any way.... please

Dalton: *A soft sob broke out of him, as he leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around Adrian's shoulder, pressing his face against Adrian, sobbing on*

Adrian: *He sighed soft, feeling sad and helpless, wanting to do anything to make Dalton feel better, so he quickly dragged his own legs up in the bed, placing them on each side of Dalton, as he gently pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him, stroking his back gently* I hate seeing you like this... you deserve so much better....

Dalton: *Digging his fingers into Adrian's upper back* I drown myself in work, so I don't have to deal so much with the loneliness, and the loss of her.... and having to start all over again....

Adrian: *He sighed soft* I have noticed you seem to run off, for more and more work, always in a hurry for the next project. I worry that you overdo yourself, and one day it will all be too much, and you'll crash... then who will be there to catch you? Specially if you don't dare to let someone new in...

Dalton: I'm surrounded by people.... but they feel so unreal.... like fuzzy shapes... empty shells... holograms.... if I reach for them.... my hand goes right through them... I see them, but I don't feel them.... and it terrifies me... What if I lost the ability to connect? What if I'll never feel anyone again?

Adrian: ..... I think you wont.... till you face your fears

Dalton: I don't know how to.... every time I try to reach out, the chance pulls away, and I'm left wondering if I'm not worthy of love?

Adrian: You're more than worthy *his voice growing softer, however simultaneously deep*

Dalton: Then why don't I feel anything?

Adrian: ....... *he hesitated a moment, then reached up, gently cupping Dalton's cheek, once again stroking his skin gently with his thumb* Do you feel this *he asked in an almost whisper*

Dalton: *He nodded soft and slow, answering back in a fragile whisper* Yes...

Adrian: *He sighed gently and relieved, leaning closer, resting his forehead against Dalton's, whispering soft against his lips* Do you feel this? *and after just a seconds pause, he gently pressed his lips against Dalton's in a tender kiss, planting soft delicate butterfly kisses on his lips*

Dalton: Yes *he whispered against Adrian's lips and felt his heart starting to race. In a matter of seconds it felt as if the room was spinning, not just his head.*

Adrian: *His breath was shaky as he tried to breathe between kisses, getting overwhelmed with emotions, a gentle tear running down his own cheek, worried Dalton wouldn't really be into someone like him, but rather so desperate to feel ANYTHING that he would take what he could get. But on the other hand... so was Adrian... desperate to take whatever he could get from Dalton. So he decided to stop fighting and overthinking, leaning more into the kiss*

Dalton: *He easily found escape in Adrian's arms, comfort, protection, warmth and love... was it love? Everything he had been longing for, craving, seemed to be present. And between Adrian's arms, he found the safe place he had been searching for. He found home.*

#Trigger warning: #slight mentioning of alcohol and drug use #Adrian Blackwood #Dalton Red

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Wednesday 15 July 1840

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9 ¼

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fine morning – arranged to go to the iron mine at Tsédissi or Sédissi (Dubois ii. 397) today and tomorrow with an escort of 30 men to the Eaux acidulées de Glola (i.e. 422.) breakfast at 9 50/.. R17 ¼° and F70 ½° now at 10 35/.. a.m. off at 11 25/.. left Moshé and the 2 baggage horses, and took Cossack and George and Adam and the prince Gregoire Tsirétellis’ deputy (Jew, Elia Danielitch) chef de police and sub mourave or kelossan or I know not what here – a broken bridge over the Djedjora would prevent our going by the good, direct road – must make a considerable détour .:. instead of crossing the bridge we crossed last night and going about ½ way on the left bank the D- we were obliged to keep on the right bank all the way – much the better for us – we wound up the wooded mountain close at the back of our house and pass thro’ several villages and gained in picture what we lost in distance – stop at 12,

Oni to Tsolă 3 versts = 11 25/.. to 12

½ way T- to Pīpĕlēttĭ at the broken bridge 12 25/.. to 1 10/..

P- to Unntshĭévĭ 1 40/.. to 2 17/.. and from 3 to 4 40/..

U- to Sédissĭ

S- to the mine  5 5/.. to 6 10/..

at little village of Tsola, 25 minutes for guide! – the woman and children came out to look at us – the woman saluent par une révérence profonde bow almost to the ground their mouths seen to kiss their own knees and they then kissed ours – one woman seeming rather above the rest asked us to breakfast in returning tomorrow morning – she would give us hot cakes – thanked and shook hands making her understand it was our English custom – we had not thought of being all night away tho’ the Jew deputy had said we could not be back – but on inquiry seemed to think we might return .:. we took no baggage, nothing but our cloaks and things on our back – walk down steep so steep that A- having hold of my arm we both slipped and fell and slid some distance (honey-potting) before we could stop – then glad to honeypot down the remaining bit – a sort of terre glaize dry and slippery and almost at [angle] 45° direct down upon the Djedjora – at the broken bridge at village of Pipeletti  [Pipileti] at 1 10/.. – ½ way – and stop again here for change of guide – stop under shade of great walnut tree – the sun very hot – small hamlet – went into one of the sâcles – mud floor – fire on ground in the middle – curious interlacing of beams to make support for long wood pot-hook suspended – smoke escapes thro’ doorway and crevices in the thin [broad] stone-weighted roof – nor chimney, nor windows – a little iron boiler and a water pot and sort of black (coarse unglazed) pot [?] or 2 all the furniture seen – the people squat and sleep on the floor – the woman gave me some little green apples and a parsnip at Tsola and offered me apples here – I kept eating them all along and this subdued the inordinate thirst and parchedness of mouth occasioned by the heat – drinking tea or water almost every [minute] is not nor so efficacious as the acid and chewing of the apple – yet a fine air tho’ so hot as we wait just above the river for change of guide – terrible this having to wait at every village – our Jew creep Elia seems not to have known the way beyond Tsola – the valley of the Djedjora well peopled and beautiful – except immediately about the villages and the corn fields the valley thickly wooded on both sides – the forests sprinkled with Scotch fir – picturesque cottages as before and fields of yellow corn and green wine – everywhere much Indian corn – the river here at the bridge narrower than above or below but rapid, and white muddy – a very good stream – off again at 1 40/..

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with same guide .:. stop again (under great willow) at 2 17/.. to wait for a fresh guide – bit of good pasture for the horses which had probably (underhand) much to do in the business – well enough if they had told me – I should then have sat down to write and not have lost ¾ hour –

the largest trees in the Ratcha [Racha] are the limes and walnuts – a few large oaks but not so large in proportion as the walnuts – everywhere abundance of hazel and whichever since Kothévi [Kothevi] or a little before replaces the common laurel – and alder and willow near the streams and in .:. the bottoms – 2 or 3 sp. of mespilus – and white thorn bushes here and everywhere, and here again (2 17/.. p.m.) sprinkling of spruces with the oak beech and hornbeam on the mountains – abundance of the little corn mills on the streams since entering the Haut Ratcha [Racha], especially today – vid. Dubois ii. 393. – off again at 3 fine view down the valley – descend and ascend (left) and leave the Djedjora at 4 25/.. in the other branch of the valley to the right – at Sedissi at 4 40/.. – little village and here again wait for guide – a prince (who owns 1 of the near villages but lives at Oni) on horseback and a man with his fusil accompany us – dangerous going this way for fear of the Ossètes – their nearest village only 3 or 4v. from the mine – often come down, tho’ soumis, and steal the foxes (jackals) and commit what other brigandage they can and sometimes murder – Off to the mine at 5 5/.. 1v. (I think it as it did take an hour) all up the green mountain side at the mine at 6 10/.. at the foot of the bare hoary rock opening on grassy ledge about ½ height the mountain – perhaps 200 or 300ft. perpendicular rock above the mine and perhaps twice as much more of ascent from Sédissi – a wavy line of rock that closes in the valley on that side, and sweeps down into a grassy col that joins the other side of the valley-boundary, down which col the Ossètes come – nice green sweet looking pasturage, a beautiful alp – what a pity that there is no security! – low, narrow, cave-like entrance to the mine, masked with large masses of fallen rock – A- went in with us – our fusil-man had brought fir-brands to light us – soon found the cavern-mine so difficult of descent that sent A- back – winding, narrow passage to 2 or 3 wood steps – then dirty ladder of 14 or 15 deep steps into deep caverny hole – then long underground passage – difficult descent by bad wet steps no more ladders – George had asked Adam who interpreted that there 2000 sagènes of mine (passages that went down a long way) and that it would take 2 days to thoroughly explore the mine – our brands were wasting fast – merely enough for ¼ or ½ hour – our people anxious to get away before it was late – I picked up a specimen or 2 of the ore and returned – poor Adam lost his tobacco box, and George said he would have followed me but lost his way, and durst not go on in the dark – the sides of the entrance passage shine and look very irony – no workmen here in summer – busy in the fields – only work in the mines in winter and when they have nothing else to do – very curious mien as nearly as may be in the state of nature – I had probably gone to the depth

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of about 100ft. and perhaps the length of from 150 to near 200 yards? or not so much – said not stand much and got down and up quickly, and was in the mine ¼ hour – the Kadéla mountain far distant from here – the mine mountain called Quārtz-ăh-tēlli Lĭttōnĭ – came away at 6 50/.. – at our quarters in the village (Sédissi) at 7 50/.. – beautiful evening – beautiful ride – fine air tho’ warm air – our hotel apparently the best sâcle in the village – a large shed or poch open at one end, and the wattling partly down at the other, and plenty of air thro’ in front, our salon and chambre à coucher – had bread a cake and milk that they gave us and enjoyed our supper over before 9 – (A- had an egg beaten up with water and 2 boiled eggs with her milk and her bowls much the better for the milk she had had in the morning) – sometime  in the house – 3 wives of 3 brothers and children – a pan full of eggs boiled for our people a man brought in 2 little not large trout – gutted, washed them – put them into the pan to boil, and in 5 minutes they were ready – fire in the middle of room large room 8 or 9 yards or more square – no window or chimney – fire in the middle with suspended wood pot hook from beams supported and arranged for the purpose from the roof – a sort of made of bed-place or cabinet in one corner (a hen and clutch of chickens in or under it) and a little door out of one side into a sort of pantry formed by a little ealing down addition to the main building little fenced of court or yard in front of the house as to all the houses and cow house and another little building or 2 near belonging to our house – Got our saddles for pillows and lay down about 9 ¼ in our cloaks (my mackintosh helped to make my pillow) and should have slept very well but for heat and biting – very fine day