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Bond!AU | Wyll & Ansur [Pt. 3]

Part One | Two

Wyll is slightly less surprised when he finds himself in the clearing again after closing his eye beside the smoldering cinders of his campfire. Such a thing happening twice is still circumstantial – albeit somewhat odd – but thrice? That makes a pattern, and Wyll’s life over the past year has increasingly depended on him taking note of those patterns.

He considers the space around him with more interest, now that he knows it to be something more than a mere dream. The pool draws the eye first, filling the center of the clearing as it does. He resists its allure, however, determined to finalize his surveillance before he allows himself to see if his little friend yet remains a part of this confounding dreamscape. The trees surrounding the clearing appear as solid and well-defined as the rest of the clearing, but as he makes toward them, they fade out in time with his steps. By the time he stands before them, they seem like nothing so much as the memory of trees — gray, wavering, and ephemeral. 

Beyond them, in the formless fog, he hears the crashing of distant waves, and the furious shrieking of the gulls, songbirds of his youth. He swallows hard, the click of it catching in his throat. His good eye prickles, and his empty socket aches. 

He turns away from the far-off call, trying to convince himself it does not make of him a coward. No longer so keen to unravel the mysteries of the dreamscape, he slumps to the ground in his ‘usual’ spot, against the rocks that have supported him twice before. He doesn’t imagine they will mind doing so again. Eager for a distraction, he looks for his little friend. After the last two meetings, he no longer expects to see it in the same form, watching solely for that tell-tale bronze. 

He gazes into the pool for some time, inspecting it intently, and finding his breathing unconsciously matching the gentle lapping of the water. He settles into a state similar to what he imagined meditation must be like, when he heard it described as a child. He is aware of every splash and rustle before him, but every one that does not resolve itself in some new form of his friend is noted, then disregarded. Somehow, this sustained focus does not exhaust him — as he is certain it must, were he to attempt it upon waking. Instead, it feels almost rejuvenating, the aches of his body carried away along with the rest. The aching of his mind is not so easily disregarded, but he fancies it too, is somewhat soothed. 

After a time, his attention is drawn to a portion of the pool, something about it sticking with him, rather than flowing through. He makes the decision – barely a thought, really – to trust his instincts, and keeps his attention focused upon it. Some minutes later, his patience is rewarded, as a tiny brown snout he had taken for a twig ‘til now pokes further out from the water, revealing dark eyes and a head striped with bronze. Below the water the coloration continues, muted but still visible, as the light reflects off of the angled patterns of its shell. 

Wyll smiles helplessly down at the turtle, which cannot be any larger than the palm of his hand. “I hope you have avoided further mishaps, friend.”

The turtle turns its head to stare at him, and, for no reason he can clearly define, he perceives it to be disgruntled. He considers it for a moment, then owns that he does not greatly enjoy having his own blunders thrown back in his face — something the devil he is sworn to is all too happy to engage in, under the guise of “counsel”. 

He bows his head to the little creature. “Apologies; that was ill-done of me. I meant only to wish you well, and inquire after your health. Although… I suppose you likely can’t talk, which means that is also quite rude—” 

Turtles certainly can’t roll their eyes, but Wyll discovers that mysterious turtles one encounters in a dreamscape can manage a very convincing impression. With a gurgling huff, the little thing clambers its way onto the sun-warmed surface of a small rock, settling in to bask. Its head is still angled loosely in his direction, which he decides to treat as invitation enough. It clearly does not have any great trouble making its opinion known, no matter the limitations of its form. 

Wyll has a fair few more stories under his belt now than he did when he first awoke in this clearing, and he shuffles through them in his mind, searching for the best of them to entertain his companion. If they are to meet only sparingly, as seems to be the case, then he will no doubt have plenty more at their next encounter. 

Leaning back fully against the rock behind him, he settles upon his choice, and begins his tale.

“So this particular wizard – although those toffs out in Waterdeep would likely take umbrage with him claiming that title – had struck upon the brilliant idea of employing both a choker and a gargoyle as guards…”

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I decided that you all need to be reminded to watch this at least once a week.

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Neon Genesis Evangelion - 09

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sometimes the best fanfics are written by middle aged adults with years of writing experience who simply know how to craft a good story. but also sometimes the best fanfics are written by a sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her

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Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition the boop. You just got booped.

#WOE BOOP BE UPON YE

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wilhuff Tarkin/Reader, Wilhuff Tarkin/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Wilhuff Tarkin, Wullf Yularen, Orson Krennic, Sheev Palpatine, Rivoche Tarkin, Natasi Daala Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Power Imbalance, Rough Sex, POV Third Person Limited, Uniforms, No beta we die like rebels on Hoth, Boot Worship, Consensual Somnophilia, Imperial politics, Planet Eriadu (Star Wars), no y/n, Oral Sex, Knifeplay, Porn With Plot, Hand & Finger Kink, Eventual Romance, Corruption Arc, Impact Play, Codependency, Intimacy, Developing Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Possessive Behavior, Ballroom Dancing, Sleepy Sex, Tarkin’s ambitions, Cock Warming, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Tarkin family drama, Drama, Character Study, They could fix each other but also make each other worse

Summary: The fortunes and adversities of an ISB officer as she tries to find her place in the Galactic Empire. Life will take a turn when she is appointed as Grand Moff Tarkin’s new security chief…

#banging on pots and pans on my main blog too #because it took FOREVER to see chapter 10 through #and I am so happy to work on this fic again

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humans really went off with building on precipitous rock faces

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#several times #film

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

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When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-

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Vilhelm Hammershøi Sunbeams; Dust Motes Dancing in the Sunbeams 1900 oil on canvas

#art

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10 Songs Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @flamemittens!

Here are 10 songs from my recently played playlist on Spotify (I really haven't been using much Spotify as of late so I decided to list the ones my phone's music player says I've been listening the most if that's okay). I will add the links to the songs on YouTube.

Everybody Knows - Leonard Cohen

Protection - Alcest

Businde Reel - Hevia

Viva La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

María Santísima Del Dulce Nombre (Marcha Cofrade) - Real Orquesta Sinfónica de Sevilla

Kiss - The Romanovs

Queen of Peace - Florence + The Machine

A Lady of A Certain Age - The Divine Comedy

Suspiros de España (Pasodoble) - Real Orquesta Sinfónica de Sevilla

La Cumparsita - Julio Iglesias

If you see repeating stuff from other posts such as this no you don't... Better the devil you know ;)

No pressure tags (and apologies if you already got tagged!) for @djmorn @nightlist @adevilyoudo @janjanbinksss @inaconstantstateofchange @judithmactir @illusivesoul

Edit: again some tags just won't work. Trying again : @judithmactir @illusivesoul

#tag game #thanks for the tag!

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Inquisition version of this poll can be found by clicking here!

It'd be interesting to see who your wardens/hawkes actually romance vs. who you'd romance in the tags if you wanna share!

#sebastian

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A Caturday with Vivian Maier

Vivian Maier (1926-2009) ~ Cats in Window, ca. 1955. Gelatin silver print | src “Vivian Maier: A Singular Vision”

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