#tw trampling

[nako-doodles]

oh god the situation in itaewon :((( being in crowded places is so scary and there's already casualties. everyone pls be safe out there. this was for halloween. its already a nightmare with covid but being in a stampede??

ive been keeping up with the news and ive seen the videos and i honestly have no words in the face of this tragedy. the govt def should have done better to protect its citizens and planned for contingencies better. i hope everyone is going ok :( my condolences to everyone affected.

#idk how to tag this #tw trampling #tw crowds #ive disliked the new sk pres before but now its full blown hatred #i dont have anything else to say i hope better safety regulations comes out of this #ans

[fandom-trash-goblin]

what's that quote. y'know the one that went like: YOU KILL YOURSELF AND IMMEDIATELY WAKE UP AS A CHILD ON YOUR PARENTS BED. YOU'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR HALF AN HOUR, AND THE SUN IS SHINING.

#pretty sure i remember it word to word. i have to; i think about it almost everyday #in completely unrelated news i am not in a good place. not bad. but not good either. #had a screaming match with my mom where she was yelling and i was staring at her with my brain shut off. fun times haha #suicide tw #literature #god was i not made for the rat race and now i end up trampled beneath the feet of those were #cheerio #desiblr #desi academia

[xinyuehui]

I’m tears, I’m red eyes, I’m the lady in red

Red roses, are they blooming? Are they?

Red candles, are they lit? Are they?

Red clothes, are they dirty? Are they?

Hey, it’s your fault.

Why are you staring at me?

I like it red

YOU FUCKING DEAD!

Jolin Tsai — Lady In Red

#tw blood #星汉灿烂 #love like the galaxy #xing han can lan #chinesemedia #dailyasiandramas #chineseartistsinc #cdramanet #cdramagifs #cdramaedit #chinese drama #cdrama #caps #ep18 #he zhaojun #chen yihan #this scene gave me chills whoever directed it 👌👌👌👌👌👌 #i know she was annoying af at the beginning but im rooting for her to have a revenge arc and kill the guy which is why i gave her this song #girl dont let him trample over you like this live your 美强惨 life! #gonna go hide in a cave after posting this im sweating in my room in this heat think the pc will explode and me afterwards

[videcoeur]

I've been knocking those rewards down so fast!! anyway, this lovely dryder belongs to @ghostnamedcasey!

#( patreon rewards. ) #spider tw #just in case #god i love her your honor #I'd let her trample me with those 8 leggies #kidding #But she do be gorgeous ough #dryder #( my art. )

[timeisacephalopod]

It is absolutely wild to me that America is having a groomer panic when the supreme court basically just told Mormons they can diddle children and not report it because "religious freedom" and I'm really starting to wonder when this "religious freedom" stops if not reporting literally the worst crime you can commit is fine under the guise of God. Perhaps these people would be fine with a father murdering his daughter because she had premarital sex and that brought dishonor on the family, or are they against that only because they associate so called "honor killings" with Muslims? Because the way it's going they are ONE stop away from genuinely arguing this with the way they've allowed religion to shit all over everyone else's rights by holding the feelings of Christians above literally everything else, including CSA victims. Religious freedom is not the right to take away everyone else's rights regardless of what a Certain Brand of Christian thinks. Especially when the only religion that gets this freedom in the US (and Canada) is Christianity.

Like don't panic about groomers if you're going to make it legal for Mormons to rape children and do nothing about it, and instead of calling trans people pedos come out and saw what you mean because I'm tired of the political right couching everything they say in coded fucking language so they can hide their actual intentions. If you need to do this much subterfuge to hide your political goals you damn well KNOW your ideas are unpopular and fucked up I wish these people were even a quarter as oppressed as they think they are because then we'd actually start violently and virulently questioning literally everything about everything whenever a republican or a conservative opened their fucking face instead of only doing that to people we don't like while accepting whatever horse shit falls out of the political rights ass no matter how ridiculous or who gets hurt, children they want to "save" so bad included.

#winters ramblings #tw csa mention #this is UNBELIEVABLE to me. shut the FUCK up about molesting kids if youre fine with mormons doing it #shut the FUCK up about religious freedom if what that means to you is the freedom to trample EVERYONES rights with your religion #religious freedom should come with EXTRA PERKS nonreligious or non christians lets be real DONT get #you K N O W if a group of athiests diddled kids and hid it theyd IMMEDIATELY demonize athiesm about it #queer people didnt even NEED to do anything to kids to be raked over the coals and yet your FINE eith child molestation #the MOMENT you say 'no no its fine i raped this child im a mormon!' like fuck yall thats disgusting #the supreme court is perhaps the most useless institution in existence thanks to republicans stalking it FULL #of fuckswizzles that give religious people the freedom to take away everyone ELSES freedoms #sure sounds like freedom to me!! #honestly i dont EVER want to hear from a christian about how horrible muslims are to women when YOU ARE NOT BETTER #these people are SO quick to whine about everyone ELSES religions doing the same bullshit they do and im TIRED of it #stop bitching about this shit if youre fine with doing all the shit you whine about yourself

[jeremoved]

top gun and immortal verse info can be found below.

top gun,     jeremiah fisher, call sign " goldenboy ". he loves to fly, always loves to feel like he was soaring — whether on water or in the sky. his grades were never as good as conrad’s in high school, but they were always decent, he chose to excel in college because once he stopped letting himself get lost in parties and fraternity life, he started to remember his mom a lot. not in sadness, but in reverence. he wanted to make her proud, he always had. jeremiah enrolled in the us naval academy and was commissioned as an ensign. he did better than expected, he acquired just enough flight experience to stand a chance to be a part of the top gun program and was unexpectedly ( by everyone other than himself ) selected. he’s associated with VFC-111 Sundowners based in florida, and reported to API at naval air station. training was intense, air-to-surface was terrifying, but air-to-air and mid-air combat were a thrill. once his training concludes, he’s a topgun graduate and returns to the navy’s fleet weapon school where he provides training and support for deployable fleets. he’s a skilled naval aviator for top gun, who returns for missions when called. call sign goldenboy while flying due to his likable qualities, being befriended by most, and always looking out for his team.

immortal,     inspired by homer’s epic the odyssey and can be blended with rioridan verses if desired, he’s the biological son of the goddess calypso and wanderer, adam, who’d been shipwrecked upon her prison isle. odysseus had long departed, as well as various other lovers, as they’d been freed from her enchantments. but, this adam was no hero. jeremiah was born on ogygia and held for the first few months of infancy on her remote island, he was never provided a name. he remained until the gods ordered hermes, yet again, to warn calypso to set this mortal man free. once adam constructs himself a boat made of planks, trees, and leaves to ultimately return to his family, he takes a glance at the baby she had come to birth and guilt floods through him at the thought of leaving him behind. so, he wraps him up and tucks him into the boat, securely concealing him from calypso’s sight. adam returns home with the baby despite he and susannah having not spoken in many months. he explains himself, and his wife who’d been separated from him since before his departure, accepts the baby into her home but asks him to leave them. she would care for the baby and treat him as if he were their own. she names him jeremiah, and he has a big brother, conrad. 

his adopted mom dies too young, leaving him and conrad to live the remainder of their adolescence without her. when jeremiah turns twenty-three, calypso grows desperate to leave the isle, repentant and weary of solitude for the pain she’d caused for so many years, blaming it on the staggering love she’d felt for those who’d met with her land. as an act of presumed atonement, she pleads with athena to bargain with zeus, to grant the son of adam immortality and eternal youth as she departs ogygia, losing all of her powers and immortality in the process. they accept her apology and request, granting immortality and imparting visions of her life in jeremiah’s mind — flooding him with understanding. he wakes up on his twenty third birthday having been visited in a dream, it’s as if a second life lived in his mind. a life he watched, not lived. the memories of another, the visions, provided understanding, but it also did nothing. he could accept the abilities that accompanied being a demigod, but he couldn’t grasp how this could have been a gift. while remaining eternal, those he loved around him would age. it’s something he was desperate to reverse. perhaps one day he could, or someone.

#four more of these to go but i'll do them next week #immortal‚ these gods they trample. #top gun‚ he's their golden boy. #headcanon. #death tw

[saetoru]

@/kazuwhora is posting about you

yeah so i been told. i think if anything @/kazuwhora mass reported the 6 fics i had marked as explicit in the last week because i soft blocked her when she ruined my eid night to talk poorly about someone i explicitly stated was a friend

#there are only 2 days of the year i celebrate a holiday. if you choose that day to pick arguments idk what to say #trampling on someone’s religious holiday is not a cute look #we can be mature adults who had a falling out and avoid each other #or we can play games of name dropping on blogs #either works for me #i have the time #tw discourse

[ironriverrp-archive]

SATURDAY, MAY 14th, 8pm . . .

The day of the fair was uneventful, the standard fun was being had. As the sun began to set, people started to filter over the concert area to catch the night’s performance. After a few warm up acts and some sound testing, Chris Stapleton and June Watson took the stage for their set. The music was too loud to catch any other sounds from the rest of the fairgrounds.

Meanwhile, over at Bumper Cars, the ride started to have moments were it wasn’t starting right, the cars seeming to lag well after the button was pushed and the bars failing to release until about 30 seconds after the button was pushed. It was odd, but nothing of concern, especially not to the teenager working the ride’s controls.

9:52pm —

If the music had been lower, they would have heard the terrible grinding sounds the ride was making. However, no one noticed anything. Even as the underside of the ride began to smoke. It happened fast - the grease and oil that was used to keep the ride slick caught fire. The flames started low, and then steadily climbed, the shouts of fear being drowned out by the finishing sounds of the concert. 

The controls failed to release, trapping @maggiekennedy @zoeykennedy @xaviern @rainamirza @asher-mason @besteyazici @gabriela-bourbon @rivergables in the ride until the flames were unbearable and then the cars finally released. The passengers scrambled out. By now, the flames had been seen by the performers and they alerted the crowd and emergency services. Panic started among the crowd as they quickly tried to escape the area. It tousled and shoved people, both of the performers trying to calm down the crowd. In the chaos @jordanbh @ozan-kartal @theo-diggs @corinajcmes @migucl @narincelik were trampled and shoved hard against barricades.

The heat of the fire started to climb higher and higher, and the ride fully was consumed by flames. The fire spread to the concession stand and a nearby livestock barn was starting to smoke. At this time @nathantate @coltwinslow @travisxstrickland @nikmarek @ericaxmadden began to rush in and help the ranchers and owners get their animals out. A second crew of people lead by @jalenjames broke out and started to aid the emergency workers with helping put out the flames. He then began to order @jacksonadler @tylerxdixon @oakleyhall and @dominic-goodwin with directions on how to help keep the flames at bay.

Meanwhile, outside the fairgrounds, a few people started to organize and set up triage to help with medical service. Lead by @selinturan she started to give directions to @andilozano @masoncollins @luceebaker  @ameliagoodwin and @imogenstevenson @owen-mason @drhotwheels as well as several others started to help and assist others. 

OOC INFORMATION —

You are in control of your character’s injuries as long as they make sense. 

Feel free to thread out these events with others, but be mindful of tws. 

If your character is not mentioned, feel free to work them in where it makes sense. 

#ironriverevent #fire tw #injury tw #trampling tw

[crawfxrd]

SLIP AWAY || self para

tw: death mention, blood, stabbing, trampling mention: @lukaplan, @dilaraxosman, @nashvcn, @emirayildiz

Crawford had elected to slip away.

The decision came slowly throughout the night, starting with that first drink just to take the edge off. Whiskey, his tried and true. It came harder and faster as the hours stretched on, collecting on the pain bit by bit: seeing the heartbreak he had caused reflected in Dilara’s eyes, watching as the girl he thought he’d had something with placing her hand on someone else’s heart, and then hearing straight from her mouth that it was true. It had been that last confession that launched him towards that tiny pill in that tiny bag that Thalia had offered up. Neither had needed to pretend they were better tonight. When he swallowed it back, Crawford wanted the feelings to follow it down. Numb sounded like a pretty good plan.

Where he’d gone after that didn’t matter. It’d become a blur right up until that—

THUD.

The screams that followed echoed in his ear and ran down his spine, down his arms. His palm, calloused from years at Mel’s, pressed heavy on the railing, noting every chip and bubble in the paint while the rest of him couldn’t make out a single detail in the dark. He tried to match his blinking with the strobe, but it was like the atmosphere of the club was too thick for Crawford to cut through, his body and mind moving too slowly. Everything aside from his heartbeat.

It was a sort of knowing that even he didn’t understand, an instinctual response from a body that knew the pain wasn’t over. ‘Remember who you are,’ it seemed to say. ‘Pain is all you’re supposed to know.’ There was no getting out of it that easily. And with each of the next few flashes of light, Crawford was reminded.

A turn of his head and a glimpse down, he spotted what looked like an angel lying on the ground, complete with a dark halo pooled around her head. His jaw, already clenched tight, bit down harder. His eyes closed harshly, trying to right themselves. ‘Angels aren’t real’. He’d known that, felt it straight to his core, ever since he was a teen. So why was it that this one wasn’t going away?

He’d only just begun, with that next flash of light, to noticed that she looked familiar. Hand pressed to the railing, eyes squinting through the darkness— he couldn’t tell. The only thing he could make out was the dark color of her hair and that halo.

In the next moment, the air was pulled from his lungs. Like a fire, something burned at his side. Crawford had only managed to get a glimpse of metal before the club all went dark again. Hands pressed to the punctured skin, not trusting his own body and mind until he felt it. The sting. When another came, this time slashing his arm, Crawford drew back and back and further still, not knowing when to stop. He had only just raised his hands in front of him when the strobe light flashed again, revealing how he shook with blood painting his skin, when another step back caused him to lose his footing.

For a moment, he had expected to fall forever. So when the ground hit it came like a shock to the system, the universe’s way of grabbing hold of his shoulders and telling him it was time to wake up. He’d heard the screams, but they were louder now. Different names coming off different tongues. Panic and pain and— what were the responses to fear again? Fight or…? What sounded like a thousand heartbeats rumbled alive in the footsteps of the club, desperately seeking flight. And laying near the top of the stairs, Crawford found himself on a very bad path.

The first foot got him on the arm, ripping a scream out from his lungs. There was no scramble to get to his feet because the moment Crawford lay his hand down on the tile as anchor, a body knocked him down. ‘Help,’ the word couldn’t come out, only gasps for air and grunts of pain. He had barely managed to curl in towards himself before another few stepped on him in desperation to get closer to the exit. It was him or them. Knowing this town, what it was capable of, Crawford resolved himself to this ending. No happy endings here. No hope.

A foot clipped his calf. His thumb pressed against a piece of plastic circled around his pinkie: red, bright like blood. A kick to the gut. He body clenched at the pain. A boot pressed a footprint against his cheek. Crawford spun that ring around his finger. Over and over, his only comfort as he waited to finally slip away. It wasn’t the way he’d planned to near hours ago but, well, that was life, wasn’t it? Completely and utterly fucked.

That was the conclusion for a man drained. It seemed he had forgotten, however, that he could often be so incredibly wrong. Crawford, for better or worse, wasn’t going to die that night. A hand had reached out and grasped hold of his wrist tightly, desperately. As he felt his body being dragged away, Crawford opened his eyes weakly, battling through heavy-lids and depleted strength to see the blurry face of his friend. ‘You’re going to be okay. Stay with me Crawford.’ Was that what he was saying? It didn’t feel like it.

“What happened?” he mumbled softly, barely able to speak as his body got propped up against the railing. “Where’s… where’s Dilara? Where’s Lu?” There was a dozen more names perched at the top of his throat but, fuck, he hurt to bad to speak, hardly able to even get his breaths out. The worry would manifest later. Right now, he was too tired. Too tired to do anything aside from lay his hand on Nash’s and close his eyes.

His thank you was silent as he slipped off. Not away. Not yet.

#self para #hidehillhalloween #hidehillevent004 #blood tw #trampling tw #death mention #death tw #stabbing tw #?? #IDK I'M GOING TO BE SO LATE TO WORK #c: lu #c: emira #c: nash #c: dilara

[traumacodedtransbitch]

cried for the first time in a while and it was because i spoke openly about losing friends. no matter how lonely i've always felt since i was a kid and not having a stable friend group, it always fucking hurts. i shouldn't have to feel naive to expect human fucking decency from people with the bar so low, and yet they went right fucking under it. and it's hard to be excited about inviting people over to my new-ish flat. i want to be, but all i feel is upset and unsafe. none of this is fucking fair. where's the justice in this shitty fucking world???

#vent #rant #trauma #i WANT to feel hope and excitement but society keeps trampling all over it #some people are just the worst #you don't know who they are anymore #mental illness #personal #abuse tw #i'm fine with being cynical now #society fucking sucks and doesn't give a shit about us #therapy

[arsonistman]

It’s fucking pride month and I’m confronting the same dude on for the second time on not outing me

#I am going to kill myself /notsrs #uggghghhgghh #I hate it here #txt #I want to kill this guy I want his guts on the ground and trampled on #i hate it i hate it i hate it #I’m once again so tired of cis pieces of shit people #who can’t keep their mouths shut #idc he’s trying to be supportive when he’s going straight against what I told him which was very simply don’t tell people I am non binary #because it makes me uncomfortable and paranoid #dumbass #vent tw

[javic-piotr-thane]

wedding photo?????

fuck yes i'm zeroing in on the one thing that isn't absolute unblunted despair but AAAAAAHHH

wedding photo???? i want??? :D :D

#the colchesters #torchwood: among us #tw spoilers #torchwood #colin apologizing to everything and everyone and just being the nicest person in every single room #and getting trampled on at every single fucking turn #and by the time someone's genuinely kind to him it's way too fucking late #i just *can't* #so i'm focusing on what i can focus on #so i don't think there's any fanartists around anymore i can ask directly #but i'd love this wedding photo 👉👈

[allthecanadianpolitics]

TW for scenes of brutal assault and injuries.

Toronto police have interrupted a peaceful protest - in support of Palestine on Land Day - to brutalize all attendants. They notably also brought horses to trample participants. 6 were arrested, multiple were hospitalized. Fellow protestors are organizing to demand their release.

March 30th 2024.

Edit: fixed the first link, as it seems Instagram may have taken the post down and the account was forced to reupload. Additionally, the arrestees have been released due to the protests.

#cdnpoli #Toronto #Ontario #police brutality #racism #Toronto Police Service

[flowersandbigteeth]

Orc boyfriend with what he thinks is a tiny, smol mate who's so smol, so delicate, so sweet... They're actually pretty firmly built for a human, while a bit short, along with being stubborn and sassy and ready to bite heads off for their adorable XL size boyfriend.

I've got so many orc stories going right now, but you know I'm not mad about it ^_^ I love Orcs <3 There are so many different ways to write them. I have another couple of Orc asks I'm working on, as well 🥵

Orc (Cedar) x thick f reader

Word Count: 5K

Tw: sfw orc fluff, some brief descriptions of battle, brief mention of sa, size difference

More monster fluff here

“Put the stick down, sugar. We’re not going to hurt you.” 

You scoffed at the soldiers circling you, their eyes dark with lust. 

“We just want to have some fun,” another said, his eyes drifting over your shapely hips. “Don’t you owe us a debt of gratitude for rescuing you?”  

You squeezed the iron fire poker that you had gripped in your hand. 

“Rescuing me? You didn’t get your rocks off burning down the damn village?” 

“It was a strategic maneuver,” the leader of the armored men said with an oily smile. “We are here to liberate you.” 

“By assaulting me?” you snapped. 

There was not a doubt in your mind that the second you lowered your weapon, they were going to drag you into some dark corner and act out all of the sick thoughts they had echoed on their faces. 

Your King’s soldiers weren’t good guys. When they heard there was an Orc camp nearby, they couldn’t be bothered to attack it directly. Instead, they burned down your village. They said it was to prevent them from resupplying. 

It was true you did business with the Orcs, who were technically your enemy, but they never acted like enemies. While big and quite scary-looking, they paid in gold and were always polite to the women running the shops. You never felt the least bit unsafe alone with one, and occasionally, they’d help you out with things that needed done– fixing roofs and cartwheels. The men of the town had all been conscripted for the war, so it mostly the ladies keeping the village afloat. The soldiers had made a whole lot of children and the elderly homeless. 

“Come on, sweetie, this game is getting tiresome.” 

One of the soldiers dared to approach you, and you didn’t hesitate a second, swinging your poker and smacking him so hard in the head that his helmet crunched. He collapsed on the broken boards that had once been the floor of your little noodle shop. 

“Now that’s a crime!” the leader barked.

He waved to his accomplices. 

“Get in there and restrain her!” Their eyes fell on the collapsed soldier, and they looked between one another, trying to sort out who was next to get a whomping. 

You flexed your wrist, preparing to swing at whoever came at you next, when you heard the heavy steps of an Orc approaching. The soldiers were too inexperienced to know what that sound meant. You’d heard them approach every day at dinner time for several months. It wasn’t until he was shouldering his way through what was left of your door that they took notice. 

“The enemy approaches! Your swords!” 

The Orc you knew as Ash, wrinkled his brow and let out a lilting call to gather his brethren. The ground rumbled as more heavy feet ran towards you. 

Wood splintered, and what remained of the ceiling creaked as they tore the walls away, making more room for a fight. 

Faced with five nine-foot Orc barbarians armed with axes almost as big as their bodies, the soldiers tried to run for it. You screamed as they threatened to trample you, trying to force their way through the back wall, but they never reached you. 

The Orcs didn’t need to draw their weapons, grabbing every soldier and smacking them against the ground until they stopped moving—a gruesome way to die, but practical. 

When the danger was crumpled into a wet gnarl of bones and metal, their eyes turned to you. Ash said something to his friends in their own language before he stomped across the room and plucked you up like a kitten, cradling you in his arm. 

“Hey, What do you think you’re doing?!” 

“Quiet, little one. You’ll give us away.” 

You puckered your lips at him, annoyed, as if the stomping of five tons of muscle was quiet. When you tried to wave your poker at him, he plucked it out of your hand but didn’t drop it, tucking it instead in his belt. He said something else to his friends before turning to split away from them. 

You had no reason to panic. The Orcs had never harmed you, but being taken away from the group put frightening thoughts in your head, and you instinctively started screaming. 

The Orc sighed, sounding tired, when four more soldiers came skidding around a corner, swords in hand. You looked up at him apologetically, smacking your hand over your mouth to stay the scream that didn’t want to stop. 

He set you on the roof of what was left of a building and pat you on the head, a gesture that you read as “stay” before pulling out his axe. You weren’t going anywhere, even if you wanted to. The drop was fifteen feet down, and the stairs were just charcoal at the base of the building. 

“Attack!” the leader of the soldiers shouted, but their moves in their heavy metal armor were slow. Ash swung his arm in a sweeping stroke that sliced four of them in half where they stood. The other one, eyes wide with horror, turned tail and ran. 

Replacing his axe, he picked you up again and headed into the woods. This time, you had enough sense to keep quiet. 

You’d never been to the Orc camp before, but you heard it before you saw it. The brassy sound of a grinder and hammers on metal rang through the trees, blended with the shouts of the Orcs in their language.  There were lots of huge tents and fires spotted here and there. The camp was buzzing with activity. Orcs ran around shouting at one another, some gathering weapons, some sending groups in the direction you came. You recognized many of them as some of your customers. They often came in groups and hauled away vats of the noodle stew you sold. 

A few Orcs waved at Ash but didn’t pay you much mind as he carried you to the nicest-looking tent. It had a banner outside of it with a gold bear embroidered into the fabric. Ash set you on the ground at the door and handed you your poker before patting you on the back, indicating you should go in. 

“What’s in there?” you asked. 

He said something in Orcish that you didn’t understand and walked away. There were too many other giants around to attempt an escape, so you pulled aside the fur covering the door and peeked inside. 

“Hello?” 

Your question was returned with a deep voice, smooth as a glassy pond. 

“Enter, little one.” 

Taking a few steps inside, you were faced with what you could only describe as the most handsome Orc you’d ever seen. His skin was a deep olive, and his hair fell over his shoulder in a long, dark sheet with small braids here and there. His tusks were large, but they seemed only to highlight how well his lips were formed. His features were harsh and defined but not unattractive, with a straight nose and deep-set gold eyes. The only thing you could point out as a flaw was a dark scar from his forehead to the right corner of his jaw. 

You assumed the Orcs were blunt tools, sprinting into battle with no real plan, but this one was sitting at a high table examining maps with a book in his hand. 

“I’m…I’m not sure why I’m here,” you said, brandishing your poker, though you didn’t feel like you were in any particular danger. 

“I asked Ash to fetch you,” he said without looking up. “You’re the noodle shop woman.” 

“My name is (Y/N), not “noodle shop woman,” and I don’t have a shop anymore. The soldiers burned it.” 

He put his book down and turned his gold eyes to you. 

“That’s why you’re here.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

His eyes drifted over you before they settled on the poker you were still holding up. 

“You were feeding most of the camp. If there’s no shop to visit, you can make noodles here.” 

You blinked up at him. 

“Oh…Am I your prisoner?” 

He chuckled. 

“If you’d like to go back to your people, I won’t stop you, but judging how they burned down your village without hesitation, I think you’re safer with us.” 

You had to admit that made some sense, but you still weren’t buying it. 

“I can’t stay here with you!” 

He tipped his head, the corner of his lip twitching up slightly. 

“Why is that, little one?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“First of all, I’m NOT little, and second, an Orc camp is no place for a lady.” 

A shudder that had nothing to do with fear shot down your spine as his eyes moved over your body. He crossed the room, scooping you up, and setting you on his table. Your feet dangled far from the ground. 

“What- What are you doing?” you snapped, waving your weapon at him. 

“My neck was hurting from looking down at you. You’re very short.”

The sparkle in his eyes told you he was teasing you, which drew heat to your cheeks. 

“Maybe compared to you. You’re unnecessarily large. What are you doing with all of that muscle? Are you going to arm wrestle your books?” you pouted, eyes drifting to the massive bicep peeking out of the fur vest he wore. 

He laughed out loud, gracing you with a wide smile. 

“You’ll fit right in here.” 

You raised your nose at him, trying to look unconvinced. 

“Where will I even sleep? All of your tents are big and drafty.” 

“Since you’ve declared your intention to court me, I wouldn’t mind if you slept here.” 

“Declared my intention to— Where did you get that idea?” 

He flicked a fingertip at your poker. 

“In the old days, Orc females came to their males' tent and threatened them into submission with their favorite weapon.” 

Your cheeks burned like hot irons, and you almost dropped it. 

“Well…I’m not trying to court you. It’s for protection.” 

He snorted at you but nodded his head. 

“If you say so, little one, but it will be much warmer in my tent if it’s drafts you’re worried about.” 

“I don’t even know your name. Ash called you something in your language. I didn’t understand…” 

He examined one of the feet you had dangling over the edge of his table. Compared to his big hand, it was tiny. 

“Cautalin, it means something close to general in your language, but you can call me Cedar. That’s what my mother named me.” 

Your eyes traveled over his barrel chest and thick arms. 

“Seems about right,” you said, finally setting your poker down. 

He picked it up, looked it over, and tested the weight in his hand. 

“Not a bad choice,” he said. “Light but effective.” 

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, feeling cheeky. 

“Do you feel like submitting?” 

You watched a flicker of heat ignite in his eyes, and he slowly set it down. 

“Come on, let's get you to bed, killer.” 

He picked you up again, walking you over to a large pallet covered in furs. 

“This is your bed.” 

He gave you another smile. 

“We’re in the middle of a battle; I won't be sleeping tonight. It's all yours.” 

Though you weren't quite sure about sleeping in his bed, weariness overtook you at the sight of the comfortable, cozy furs, and you crawled in, wrapping yourself up to your chin in blankets. 

He put your poker next to you and blew out the candle, slipping out the front flap as you dozed. 

— 

You woke to yelling, but not the sound of battle. Crawling out of your furs, you picked up your poker and peeled out of the flap Cedar used as a door. Another Orc you didn't recognize was the one yelling, and Cedar had his arms crossed, looking bored. 

Your eyes drifted to about twenty women, elderly, and children, cowering in the chilly morning air, their faces streaked with soot from the fire.

“They’re our enemies!” the strange Orc barked. 

“Really, Asvoth? Are you really afraid of a handful of children and their mothers?” 

“This is a war camp, not a nursery.” 

“It's my camp, not yours. They stay.” 

“I outrank you. I can take your command.” 

Cedar snorted. 

“Yet the King hasn't trusted you with a unit of your own. You're nothing more than an errand boy with a fancy title. Any of these children could take your job.” 

Asvoth’s face turned a deep forest green from both embarrassment and indignation. He yanked the sword he wore on his back to his hand. Without thinking, you hopped in front of Cedar, waving your poker at the intruder. You had no idea why, a fact you only considered after you’d already put yourself in harm's way. Still, you'd made your move so the only thing to do was follow through. 

“You heard Cedar! We’re not leaving! Get on if you know what's good for you!” 

Asvoth sprung forward, dropping his sword toward your head. Your eyes squeezed shut, preparing for pain, but there was only the clang of metal. Opening one eye, you glanced up to see Cedar’s axe blocking the other Orc’s blow. 

There was a moment when you thought Asvoth might overtake him, but Cedar’s muscles weren't all for show. He shoved the other Orc back, and he toppled over, landing on his butt in the dirt. His sword landed in front of the children with a CLANG. 

“Woah!”  the little ones cheered, circling around it like it was a strange animal. 

A few of them tried to pick it up, but it was far too heavy, making their eyes pop even wider.

Cedar nodded at him, and a pair of Orcs from the camp dragged Asvoth up by the collar of his tunic, pushing him towards the forest.  

“I'm reporting this!” He shouted over his shoulder as he stumbled towards the woods. 

Cedar waved a hand at one of his Orcs, beckoning him closer. 

“You and Orin follow him and make sure the King gets our side of the story, not his.”  

When the situation seemed settled, Cedar looked down at you and patted your head. 

“Thank you for your protection, little suitor,” he said with a smirk. 

Your cheeks blew up in flames, but you puffed your chest and looked at the children watching Ash pick up the abandoned sword. They hopped around him like little bunnies, begging him to teach them to use it. 

“I have no idea what you mean! I’m here to make noodles! Point me in the direction of my kitchen! These little mouths are probably hungry.” 

He chuckled, but guided you with a large hand on your back to a large tent filled with whatever food supplies they had rescued from the village. You wrinkled your nose at the primitive workspace, but there were enough flour and eggs to work with. You were surprised to find someone had stuck in a lower table, perfect for your height. After washing your hands in a water basin, you got to cooking. 

“What are you still doing here?” you asked Cedar, who had plopped down in a chair and was reading a book. 

He smiled. 

“Reading.” 

You blinked at him, putting your floury fists on your hips. “Are you surveilling me? I’m not going to poison you all! I have to eat this too, you know.” 

He tipped his head to the side, his gold eyes sparkling in the makeshift hearth. 

“The sound of cooking is soothing. I liked to study in the kitchen while my mother cooked when I was a boy.” 

You looked him up and down. 

“I can’t imagine you as a child.” 

You thought for a second, tapping your chin. 

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an Orc child, actually.” 

He looked back down at his book, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. 

“You will,” he said as he flipped a page. 

Your brow wrinkled at that nebulous statement, but you knew everyone was hungry after the long night, so you got back to work. 

By midmorning, you had a stewpot big enough to feed an army filled with noodles, vegetables, and what little bit of venison the Orcs had been able to hunt between the battle. 

“All done,” you said, clapping your hands and creating a puff of flour in the air. 

Cedar got up and shouted something to his men, and two Orcs appeared to carry the big vat into the central circle so it could be served. You felt a sense of satisfaction when all the bowls were passed out and the children, tired humans, and bloodied Orcs were eating. The mothers spoke quietly between one another, while the children could hardly sit still, their big eyes following the Orcs every movement. 

“Here.” 

You looked up to find Cedar holding a bowl out to you. A grumbling stomach had you accepting it, and he patted the seat next to him for you to sit down. The two of you ate quietly for a moment before you asked him a question. 

“What are you going to do with all of us?” 

“Hmm?” he asked. 

“Well, I mean when the battle is over. We have nowhere to go. Our town is destroyed.” 

He looked at the children who, after scarfing down their bowls, were engaged in some game with Ash. 

“I was hoping you would all return to our capitol city with us. That’s where we live when we’re not fighting.”

Your eyebrows jumped. 

“To the Orc city? We’re humans. Don’t your people hate us?” 

He shrugged. 

“There are some weak minds who reveal their own fragility with their hate, but the rest of us like your kind. This whole war started because we wished to create allies amongst the humans.” 

“What? The soldiers said you attacked!” 

He chuckled. 

“Your king has a very effective propaganda engine. That’s probably the only thing about him that is effective. We sent a delegation party to him to discuss our interest in mingling with you humans. You all are prolific; despite your size, you’re a sturdy bunch. We thought marriages would bolster our numbers and strengthen your stock. Your King attacked, and we were forced to defend ourselves. The force that attacked us was decimated, and he declared war.” 

“You mean…you wish to mate with us?” 

His eyes slid down to you, and he gave you a sharp nod. 

“Is that so surprising?” 

You thought about it for a moment. 

“I don’t know…Maybe a little. You’re so strong. You’re not afraid we’ll diminish you?” 

His thick hand cupped your chin and rubbed some flour away with his thumb. Your heart raced at his touch. 

“Size is not what makes us strong. Our strength lies in our unbreakable bonds. Your King will be defeated, not because his forces are less than ours, but because he orders his men to betray his own people.” 

He nodded towards the children, who were playing chicken fight on Ash and another Orc’s shoulders. 

“They will remember it was men who burned down their village, stole their fathers from them, assaulted their mothers and Orcs who took them in, fed them, and helped them smile again. 

“I suppose you’re right,” you agreed. 

His smile widened. 

“I will remember you took up arms to protect me against an enemy twice your size. You belong among the us.” 

Suddenly the wool dress you wore was much too hot. 

“I should go wash these before the next meal,” you squeaked, grabbing his empty bowl and scurrying away.

Once safe in the kitchen tent, you pressed your hand against your chest, trying to still your heart. Why did Cedar make you feel so fluttery? You’d never felt this way around anyone before. You usually kept to yourself and steered clear of romance. It had to be the battle, you decided. You were still hyped up from the night before. In a day or so, you were sure it would pass. 

Dunking empty bowls in ice-cold river water helped cool your thoughts as you tried to focus on what to make for dinner. The Orcs stocks were pretty hefty, but they and the children ate a lot. You’d noticed many of the parents tipping some of their bowls into their little one’s, making sure they were fed properly in case the next meal didn’t come. 

It saddened you it had to be this way. What horrible person decides to burn down their own citizens' village? Who was the King even protecting you from? Not the Orcs, that’s for sure. 

A loud rabble outside dragged your attention away from the dishes, and you picked up your poker before peeking your head outside. 

A few Orc scouts were speaking in rapid Orcish to Cedar. When they paused, his eyes immediately looked around for the children and frowned before he spoke to you all. 

“The human King has sent reinforcements. They will close on our camp by nightfall.” 

The mothers all gathered their children to their skirts, looking weary. 

“Women and children to the kitchen tent! We will keep you safe, but you must stay hidden!” 

You made way as a small stampede of humans rushed past you, many pushing their children to hide under the table. 

“What’s happening?” You asked Cedar as people and Orcs rushed around. 

He scrubbed his hand over his jaw, looking disturbed. 

“Someone ran back to your King with a story that we’d kidnapped you, not taken you in from starving in a burnt-down village. We will win this fight, but then we will have to make the journey back to the capitol. They will keep attacking if they think you’re within their grasp. Do you think you can explain this to your people? We don’t intend to take anyone by force, but I wouldn’t trust the King’s soldiers.”

“Yes, of course. Whatever you need.”

You hurried back to the kitchen, where the humans were muttering to one another. 

“Should we flee to the forest?” Isla, the former town candlemaker, asked. “Can we depend on the Orcs to protect us?” 

Another woman scoffed. 

“We can’t trust anyone. These Orcs are kind now, but they’ll sell us out at the drop of a hat.” 

Linda, a quiet woman who worked as a weaver, whimpered. 

“But we’ll starve in the forest alone. Word is the King’s men have raized every town for fifty miles!” 

You inserted yourself into the conversation, holding up your hands. 

“No one needs to escape to the woods. The Orcs are going to take us back to their capitol to keep us safe.” 

Linda squeaked in horror. 

“The Orc capitol?! Where they can enslave us?!” 

“They have no plan to enslave you. Don’t you want your children to be safe? We will be safe behind their walls!” 

“Or…when the King takes the city we’ll all be hung as traitors!” 

“Shawna, don’t put that in her head. Linda, we’ll be fine. I trust Cedar.” 

You paused on that thought, realizing not only was it true, it didn’t make any sense. You’d only just met him. Your conversation was interrupted by the shouting of men outside. 

“We’ll talk about this later,” you hissed, “Here, take this.” 

You armed the humans with whatever haphazard weapons you could find, mostly butcher knives and skillets. 

Outside, you could hear the clang of weapons and the squelching sounds of metal piercing flesh. 

“What's happening?” Linda asked, trying to get around you so she could peek out of the tent flap. 

“Stay back!” You barked. “If they see us, we’re in trouble!” 

You could tell she was losing it, hopping from one foot to another, her hands getting slippery on her knife. 

“No, no, no,” she whimpered. “I don’t want to go with the Orcs. Even a human monster is better than them!” 

Before you could grab her, she skipped through the doorway, running wildly into the fray. The other humans gathered around you, their opinions spilling out like loose marbles. 

“What is she thinking?!” 

“Linda, come back!” 

“Let her go, she’s nuts.” 

You clenched your jaw, squeezing your iron poker. 

“She’s scared. I’ll go get her…you all stay put!” 

Before anyone could stop you, you darted after her, trying to catch sight of her red skirt through the mess of armour-clad humans and massive Orcs. The King had sent a much larger force than the one that had burned down your village. The battle around you was brutal. You almost slipped on a puddle of blood, your eyes frantically searching for Linda. 

You found her pointing her knife with shaking hands at a human soldier. 

“What are you doing? I’m a human, too!” 

“The King ordered you all dead!” he snarled, raising his sword at her. “No witnesses! Come on, do your duty to the kingdom, and die quietly!” 

Panicking, you launched yourself at him, whacking him with your poker as you barreled into him. The two of you went down, metal clashing as you fell and dropped your weapons. Both of you scrabbled for purchase in the blood-soaked earth. You could hear Linda screeching beside you as you tried to overpower the soldier. His armor, now slick with mud, made it impossible to get a hold of him, and he triumphantly dragged himself to his sword, clumsily grabbing it by the blade and flinging it in your direction. You saw the metal flash in the firelight before pain exploded between your eyes, and your vision went black. 

—

“Please tell me she’s not dead,” you heard Linda’s voice from far away. 

Isla scoffed. 

“You’d better hope she’s not, Linda. This is all your fault!” 

“I'm sorry!” she simpered, “I made a mistake! I thought the soldiers were here to free us!” 

“Free us from what? A good meal and a safe place to sleep?”

You dragged your eyelids open, vision blurry for a moment before it cleared. 

“What…what happened?” you murmured. 

“She’s awake!” Isla gasped. 

You felt her cool hands against your cheek. 

“Take it slow, here; have some water.” 

She pushed a tin cup into your hands, and you wet your palette with a few sips. Looking around, you were surrounded by the humans, all looking very concerned. 

“Is everyone okay?” you asked. 

Isla smirked, and the other women tittered a bit. 

“Thanks to you, I suppose. That chieftain or warlord or whatever saw you get knocked in the head and went berzerk. He killed most of the soldiers all by himself.” 

Another woman poked her head out of the tent. 

“She’s okay! You guys can untie him!” 

“Untie who? Is the battle over?” 

Isla nodded.

“Yeah, all the soldiers are dead. We’ve all been waiting for you to wake up so we can move the camp before the King sends anymore. Can you believe he ordered them to kill us? I guess so he could claim the Orcs did it and get more support for the war.”

She smirked at you. 

“And as for who's tied up, your Orc friend thought you were dead. The others had to tie him up so he wouldn’t go on a rampage. He was ready to storm the King’s stronghold! You ought to see the ropes they had to use…thick as your waist!” 

You heard the roll of stomping feet, and Cedar burst through the tent flap. His hair was wild, and his tunic was red with blood. He fell to his knees in front of you, holding his hands as if he couldn’t decide if you were safe to touch. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, carefully prodding the bandage you had wrapped around your head. “That monster didn’t do any permanent damage, did he?” 

“She’ll have a scar,” Isla said, “but I think she’s fine.” 

Cedar’s face lightened, pulling you towards him, his big arms wrapping around you. 

“Thank the goddess,” he sighed with a heavy breath. “I thought they’d taken you from me.” 

He cupped your cheeks between his palms when he finally let you go. 

“You are so stupidly brave, little one,” he gasped, eyes wet. “You have more honor than your people deserve.” 

Behind him, Isla waved the women out of the tent, leaving the two of you alone. Not used to so much intimate attention, your cheeks warmed, and you weren’t sure where to look. 

“I just didn’t want Linda to get hurt,” you muttered. 

He gave you an odd smile, scooping you out of the cot you’d woken up in. 

“Once I get you to our home in the capitol, I’m going to have to keep you locked up for your own safety,” he said, patting your head. 

You looked up at him from where you were tucked, leaning on his bicep. 

“Our home?” 

He grinned at you, counting on his fingers. 

“First step to Orc courting: Threaten your desired with your weapon. Done. Step two: Allure them with your cooking skills, cooking or hunting something delicious. Done. And the final step: Display your honor through a grand act of bravery. Done! You’ve effectively and thoroughly seduced me, little one! All that’s left is to take you home!” 

He tipped your chin up with one thick finger and dipped his head to press his lips against yours. Your whole body felt like it was made of butterflies, every nerve flickering with excitement. Despite being covered in blood and mud, his kiss tasted like honey and sage. It felt like a warm cup of tea on a chilly morning. Your eyelashes fluttered shut and you sank into his warmth, despite yourself, happy to be alive and in his arms.

“Oh!” you gasped as he straightened his neck.

Your mouth fell open, unsure what to say. Before you could think of anything, Cedar carried you out of the tent, shouting orders at his men to pack up the camp so you could leave for the capitol.

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