#wool oats

[beautyunfolding885]

#fallcoats #camel color #oversized coats #big oat pockets #fronttiecoat #evening wear #cashmerecoats #wool oats #warmcoats #coatfashion #great look #women’s cashmerecoats

[rocket-candy-heart]

Gave in to the siren call of the plaid newsboy hat. It is puffy and hideous and I love it.

#its the least cool thing ive done in ages. #but i wanted a wool cap that i didnt knit myself and hey. why not go all the way to an expensive Swedish brand? #its good that i like eating wet oat mush for lunch. it saves me money so i can buy stupid hats

[huramuna]

downpour - oneshot.

modern aegon ii targaryen x nanny reader minors dni, you will be smited.

this is for @targaryen-dynasty sleepover challenge 🤭 i got the babysitter au + the prompt 'why so shy?' i had so much fun with this, modern aegon is a menace and also a sopping wet cat.

word count: 4.5k

content: smutty smut smut (specifics under cut), aegon being a little shit (we love it), saltburn spoilers (lol), allusions to drug / alcohol abuse and rehabilitation, mullet aegon, jaehaera and jaehaerys are hel's kids but they have an unnamed / unrelated father, gratuitous use of song lyrics, probably a touch of power imbalance because of her job

murder on the dance floor - sophie ellis-bexter

warnings: oral (m receiving), face slapping w/ cock, degradation, dirty talk (this man never shuts up), face fucking / deepthroat, cum on face

“Jaehaerys! Jaehaera! Please don’t run in the house with muddy boots!” you called fervently, trying to collapse the umbrella with one hand, two teddy bears slung in the other. 

“We won’t!” they both called in unison, followed by the unmistakable sound of muddy galoshes squeaking over the marble floor. You suppressed the urge to groan as you entered the exquisite home through the french doors that led to the backyard. 

“Boots off, little ones!” you called again, kicking off your own shoes in a haste to catch the gremlins before they tracked grime all over madam Alicent’s home. You had been working at the Targaryen estate for the better part of a year as a live-in nanny for Lady Alicent’s two grandchildren– twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. It was a wonderful job for the most part, as the twins were a delight and you had grown to have a strong friendship with their mother, Helaena. She was a bit dreamy-eyed and wistful, but was a wonderful mother nonetheless, even if she did have her melancholic days. 

The estate was huge and ancient, passed down from generations through Helaena’s father’s side, which was apparently a near royal bloodline from days long foregone. Viserys Targaryen, the father in question, was hardly ever home. He managed the family business (whatever it may be, you didn’t find it in you to ask– all you knew is that they were dirty rich) with his other daughter, Rhaenyra, from his first marriage. He had four children with Alicent, Helaena being the only one of the brood to still live at home.

 You’d met two of the others as well; Aemond, a lawyer in the family business who was, in short, all business and no play. He never regarded you, really, besides a quick glance or stiff nod. He had, however, slipped you a eight-thousand dollar bonus at Christmas time with a simple card that read;

Thank you for taking care of the twins and my sister. And keeping my mother sane.

- A.T

The other sibling, Daeron, was the youngest of the bunch, visited usually during holidays, as he constantly was studying abroad. ‘Sowing his wild oats’, as Helaena had put it. He was cordial to you and very much had a boyish charm, and Helaena loved to joke that he had a crush on you. When he had come home for New Year’s, he brought you a souvenir from Iceland, an authentic lopapeysa sweater, made from wool and sewn with a beautiful geometric design. 

“Awh, Daeron wants you to stay warm, lovey,” Helaena teased. 

“I-It’s just– her hands are always so cold, a-and the wool is supposed to help keep warm! The inner layer is insulating.” Daeron had stammered, the tips of his ears growing red. 

“Uncle Daeron has a brush!” Jaehaera squeaked, her words whistling through her tooth gap, she’d lost her first baby tooth just the week before.

“A crush, he’s got a crush!” Jaehaerys corrected softly. 

Alicent thought the whole thing very amusing.

That left one child you hadn’t met. You didn’t know much about him aside from small bits of conversation you’d picked up on between the rest of the family. Aegon. The eldest of all of them, and apparently the troublemaker of the bunch. You knew what he looked like from the portraits– blonde hair like the rest but with severely more bags under his eyes. Upon entering the home, one would see the chronological order of family portraits. 

It starts with Viserys, Alicent, and baby Aegon; the latter of whom is happy and chubby and bubbly. 

Then, it moves to the three of them, plus baby Helaena, with her wide blue-eyed stare at the camera. Aegon is still happy.

The next one adds the addition of baby Aemond– there is a glint of sentience in Aegon’s eyes, but he hasn’t experienced the crushing blows of reality yet.

You weren’t exactly sure, but as he got older, he became more morose– more bags, less light in his eyes. Then came the ear piercings, the tattoos, the head shaving, the bloodshot in the whites of his eyes. The portraits ended with this past year’s Christmas photo. Aegon was noticeably missing from it. You’d heard during one of Alicent’s phone conversations with her father that Aegon was in rehabilitation for a myriad of issues, and looking at his photos, you could only guess which one was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

A particularly harsh clap of thunder broke you from your thoughts, coming back to yourself. You scooped up Jaehaera before she stepped on the carpet with the muddy shoes. “C’mon, let's get cleaned up for lunch, yeah? What do we want for lunch today, lovies?” 

“Grilled cheese n’ tomato soup.”

“No! I want mac n’ cheese.” 

The squabbling ensued, the twins arguing back and forth for a few moments before you butt in. “Alright, how about– whoever gets the floor the cleanest and puts their galoshes by the washroom the fastest gets to pick?” 

The twins squealed in delight as they absconded from your sight, effectively going to do your bidding for you. You would, however, just end up making both meals anyway. As you moved to the kitchen, the sound of the doorbell rang. You bustled to the door, not sure who to expect– there weren’t many roving visitors in and out of the estate unless Alicent was explicitly expecting company– which you had triple checked the calendar when you woke up that morning.

You opened the door, expecting to see a debutante or someone of Alicent’s social circle– ‘twas not the case. You recognized him immediately, seeing his mother’s face in his own. Aegon. He was muddy, dirt flecks splashed on his face as he stood under the stoop trying to get away from the pouring rain. His face was a bit healthier than you’d seen it, the dark circles were still there, but not as prominent. It was like a gloomy day, rather than a full blown storm under his eyes. He had the wisps of a beard starting on his jawline, and his hair was cut into a makeshift mullet, longer in the back.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, hands in his pockets. 

“Erm– the… the nanny. For the children.” you stammered, his tone catching you off guard. You glanced behind him, seeing a beat up dirt bike caked in mud– that was probably how he got here. 

“A nanny? You’re a bit young for that, yeah? My nanny’s were all wrinkly old prunes.” 

“Oh– uhm, come in, Mr. Targaryen.” 

He perked a brow at the name, but didn’t say anything. He beat the bottom of his boots on the doormat, which didn’t accomplish much. He immediately began to track mud on the floor. “Mum home? Hel?” 

“Lady Alicent is… upstairs,” you offered, following behind him at a quick pace. “Helaena is taking a nap– the storm–” 

“Yeah, I know ‘bout Hel’s issues with storms. Don’t need to tell me twice. So, you got a name, or are you just the nanny?” 

You gave him your name as you glanced at the clock– it was almost time for the children’s lunch and you hadn’t even put it on the stove yet! 

“Got any food around here? Fuckin’ famished.” he added then as he nosed around the kitchen, hands still in his pockets. 

“I’m just about to make lunch for the twins– uhm, I can make you something too if you’d like.” you walked past him, quickly putting some pots on the stove and starting the gas. You and the twins were on a strict schedule, and if they didn’t get their lunch on time, they would turn into hellions. 

“Sure. Whatever the kids are having. I’m not picky.” Aegon waved his hand behind his head as he disappeared from the kitchen and clomped up the stairs, likely to speak with his mother. You fretted for Alicent’s mental state once that was done, and you felt even guiltier for not giving her a heads up.

As the tomato soup heated on the stove and the water began to boil for the macaroni, you unlocked your phone– you were curious about Aegon and why he’d come back, exactly. Well, of course, besides the fact that he lived here (or did, at some point) he was still supposed to be in rehab for another three months. You went to instagram, rolling your eyes as you saw that his profile was on ‘suggested for you to follow!’ 

You clicked to his most recent photo, the first that he’d posted in over a year.

“Jesus christ,” you muttered under your breath as you put down your phone on the counter to stir the soup. 

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” Aegon teased behind you. When the fuck had he gotten there? “Soup n’ mac and cheese?”

“Tomato soup and grilled cheese for Jaehaera, mac and cheese for Jaehaerys.” you responded plainly, trying not to notice that he was practically breathing down your neck. You glanced over as he leaned on the counter, where you had left your phone. Unlocked. Like an idiot. On his instagram page.

“Curious about me, are you? I’m surprised you haven’t heard enough about me from my mum.” 

“I don’t like to pry into Lady Alicent’s affairs–” 

“I wouldn’t consider myself an affair, more like a one time fling, eh?” Aegon snorted, grabbing your phone. It took every fiber of your being to not break all sense of decorum you held to snatch it back from him. “You’re not following me– let’s change that,” he mused, beginning to scroll through your page now. “Lots of pictures of the kids here– ooh, a trip to the seaside. There’s no pictures of you on here, eh? Only of… my family n’ other stupid shit, like the ocean.” 

“I’m a live-in nanny, sir,” you grit out, stirring the soup with more force than necessary. You consider yourself a patient person, and have become accustomed to how people in the Targaryen’s circle made their jabs. High society and filthy rich people had their own language of insults– ones that you wouldn’t realize they were insulting you until much, much later. It was like a game with a slow burning poison. But Aegon, apparently, was different. There was nothing meticulous about his jabs, no filter, no slow burning poison. It was all punch and sting, like a bite from a rabid dog rather than a viper. “I usually attend family trips.”

“Live-in, huh?” he drawled, his arm leaning over the counter in such a laissez-faire manner that you could feel yourself scowling. “Don’t get much action then, I take it? Let’s see if there’s any nudie judies on here, then…” 

“N-no!” you broke then, all sense of manners flying out of your body as you struggled to take back your phone.

“Why so shy? Got something on here you don’t want me to see?” he staved you off, a hand planted firmly on your shoulder as he scrolled through your photos, making all sorts of gaudy faces. You didn’t really have anything overtly scandalous, maybe a few lingerie shots for an old boyfriend.

“Aegon, leave her alone. Give her back her phone.” Alicent’s voice cut through the room like a knife, stunning both of you.

He sheepishly gave you back your phone as she crooked a finger to her son, ushering him to a room on the farther side of the house. 

As you fed the twins their lunch, you overheard some yelling, arguing and heated voices. You only saw Aegon later when going to your room to get ready for bed. His eyes were teary and red. 

— 

The next few weeks went by with some normalcy— everything was as usual, except it was like you had a third child to care for; Aegon. Except this child didn’t listen at all and had terrible habits. He was constantly flirting with you, but also would weave in jabs at the same time— you couldn’t quite tell if he even liked you or not. Not that it mattered, anyway.

You were sneaking in your own lunch one afternoon, eating scraps from the twin’s lunch while they napped— basically just the crust you cut off of the grilled cheese and the small bit of soup left in the pot. 

“You eat like a mouse.” Aegon said, always managing to be there to annoy you. 

“Too much food makes me tired— I won’t be able to keep up with them if I’m sluggish.” 

“Could always drink a red bull or a monster, instead.” he offered, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in the kitchen. 

“You shouldn’t do that inside. It’s bad for the children’s lungs. Lady Alicent says—,” 

“Well, it’s my fuckin’ house too, innit? I can smoke in here if I well and bloody like,” he growled, exhaling a puff of smoke into your face. “My mum must be paying you extra to be my nanny too, then? The way you’re up my ass all the time.” he flicked ash in your direction. 

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest. He was goading you, baiting you into a reaction. He was being insufferable on purpose. You could tell by his pearly white smile he currently had plastered to his face, like a smug little— 

“Never had a nanny so pretty, though,” he continued. “If I asked real nice, would you feed me soup? Dress me up? Give me a bath if I’m real dirty?” he got closer and you could smell him— the smell of marlboro reds and cheap aftershave that had become synonymous with Aegon blew out your senses until it was all consuming.

Your mouth parted as you tried to think of some witty response, some barb, some jab— but nothing came out. You just huffed and turned away from him in an attempt to hide your red cheeks. Why were you blushing? 

You could practically hear the cockiness ooze from him, his mouth perked into a cheeky smile as he stole one of the crusts. He knew he’d gotten to you. 

—

It’d now been over a month since Aegon moved back home and the building tension between you two hadn’t let up a bit— you constantly felt trapped and elated all at once. When you saw him, your chest fluttered slightly in anxiety and anticipation. What was wrong with you? 

It was a dark, gloomy day. The seasonal storms were in full swing, pelting the estate in rain and hail. Alicent, Helaena, and the twins were out on an escapade to Alicent’s father’s house— you guessed Aegon hadn’t gone. But, it was a huge house, so surely you could enjoy some of your time off without seeing him? 

A rumble of thunder shook the house, rattling its constitution— and then the lights flickered. Flickered… flickered… then… out. It was dark, then, even with your window shades open. You turned on your phone flashlight and tiptoed out of your room, going to see if perhaps you could smack the backup generator into working. 

You hadn’t expected to work today, nor see anyone, as Alicent had given you the day off. So, you were subsequently dressed in your pajamas— a hilariously oversized Bass Pro Shop shirt (a gift from your dad in America) and cat-patterned sleeping shorts. Your toes cracked and creeped on the floorboards with each movement, and to your chagrin, as you passed Aegon’s door, it opened. He was wearing a shirt that said “MILF: Man I love Fishing”, with just his boxer briefs on, which didn’t seem to bother him at all. 

“Oh. You’re still here.” 

“Yes?” 

“Sorry, thought you were gone with the rest. Sad, I can’t do the Saltburn thing now.” 

“The… what?” 

“The Saltburn thing? Dance around the empty mansion to myself with my cock out.” 

“What.” you responded with the most deadpan tone.

“Dance… with my cock out?” he repeated.

“No– I know what you said– but why?” 

“Why not?” 

You rolled your eyes, shifting the conversation. “So, the power is out– uhm, do you know where the backup generator is?” 

“In the wine cellar. Nifty, huh?” 

“... the… wine cellar. I can’t say I’ve been down there yet.”

“I know it like the back of my hand, c’mon then. I’m sure I can kick the old gen in the nads and get it to work.” Aegon said with surprising confidence, turning on his phone’s flashlight and half blinding you. 

You followed behind him, to which he hummed ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ while doing a half-assed dance, apparently from some movie that was definitely something you hadn’t watched– you don’t remember the last time you watched a movie that wasn’t geared towards the twins. 

“So basically… he had the whole mansion to himself, and then he dances through it with his cock out, hanging massive brain, y’know? It's murder on the dance floor, you better not kill the groove,” he imitates the dance, sprawling his arms out in the doorway to the wine cellar and shaking his bottom a bit, which was, admittedly, nicely fit in his snug boxer briefs. You felt a strange heat flush to your cheeks.

“And this… is a… what? Comedy?” 

“Well, categorically no– I’m not a film aficionado. I guess it could be considered a psychological thriller, but I thought it was pretty funny,” he stopped before continuing into the cellar. “It gets pretty hairy in here, so stick close, okay? Ever seen The Conjuring?” 

“... yes, actually. Horror movies are kind of my favorite.” 

“Ah, a girl after my own heart,” he mused. “Well, think of the basement in that movie, but instead of a bunch of old useless shit, it’s a bunch of old wine.”

“And… instead of ghosts?” 

“Oh, there’s definitely ghosts.” 

“... what.” 

“Yeah, estate is haunted. You haven’t noticed?” 

“Shut up.” you murmured. You were a huge fan of horror movies while simultaneously being a huge chicken shit when it came to scary things– you were prone to hiding your face before the big jumpscare or running up the stairs from the kitchen when it was dark, just in case something was chasing you– and your feet had to be covered by the blanket at all times when sleeping.

“Aww, you scared?” Aegon teased, turning to you.

“I mean– ghosts are scary. Of course!” you offered sheepishly, pulling up the collar of your oversized shirt to cover your nose and mouth in an almost hiding manner– a nervous habit of yours. 

“I’ll keep you safe, love, no worries about that.” 

“... that’s what they always say, right? Then they totally leave behind their girlfriends to get stabbed by the killer or… eaten by the monster.”

“You my girlfriend now?” he asked, that stupidly annoying and somehow charming smug energy exuding off of him in waves. 

“Shut up.” you grumbled as you both approached the generator. It was covered in dust and hadn’t been touched or tended to in a long time, it looked like. “Do… you know what you’re doing?” you asked Aegon tentatively, watching as he inspected it.

“Me? Oh, fuck no. I never know what I’m doing, honestly,” he shrugged, giving the metal box a kick and haphazardly pressing some buttons. “No dice, sweetheart. ‘Spose you’ll have to dance in the dark with me for a bit longer, huh? But, if there's a ghost, you'll be... ghost food, or whatever.” 

You pinched your brow in annoyance. “I don’t understand you.” 

“What’s there to understand? I’m a pretty open book, you know.”

“No– you aren’t. You flirt with me but also… insult me? I don’t get it.”

“It’s called teasing– picking? Picking on? Getting the goat?” 

“What? So, like a little boy pulling a girl’s pigtails on the playground because he likes her? That makes absolutely no sense, Aegon.” 

“If you spend your time trying to find a reason for it, you’ll go insane. Why not just enjoy the point of it? I like you.” he breathed, suddenly very close to you. He set his phone aside on top of the generator, flashlight up. It illuminated the walls of wine and cast shadows of cobwebs and dust all around the both of you.

“What?” 

“Are you deaf– I. Like. You.” he repeated, his knees bumping yours as you were practically glued together, your back now against the ancient stone wall.

Your lips parted as you inhaled a breath– okay, you weren’t exactly expecting him to say that, or even like you at all– you figured the flirting was all hot air, a defense mechanism, something for fun, not… real. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you became all too aware of the fact that you hadn’t been touched since you got this job, maybe even before that– and your previous boyfriends never made you feel… flustered like this. You couldn’t form words as he, uncharacteristically cautiously, put his hand on your cheek. He was so close, so close– his body heat mingled with your inherent coldness and warmed you instantly. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you leaned forward, slotting your lips against his. What the actual fuck were you doing– you were kissing your boss’ son, her notoriously bad mannered, foul mouthed, sloven slob of a son, and you liked it. Your hand instantly went to the back of his head, fingers grazing through his choppy curls– even giving them an experimental tug, which he seemed to enjoy, by the indication of something poking you in your thigh. 

His lips moved against yours like a dance, and you couldn’t get the fucking song he was singing earlier out of your head– It’s murder on the dancefloor– you grasped at his hip, it was fleshy and pleasant, the tips of your finger slipping under the elastic of his briefs– But you better not kill the groove– his hands were exploring, too, under your stupid Bass Pro shop shirt, groping at your breasts with reckless abandon – If you think you're getting away, I will prove you wrong – the heat rose in your body until you couldn’t take it any longer, the two of you were practically eating each other alive in this dank, dusty cellar and it was undoubtedly the hottest experience of your life – I'll take you all the way, boy, just come along – your lips parted for a moment, still connected by a string of saliva, bridging the gap between the two of you – Hear me when I say, hey –

“On your knees for me, love?” he asked, his voice suddenly so deep and husky, his thumb skimming over your collarbone. 

You fell to your knees for him so quickly– how pathetic. He wriggled down his briefs, already leaking at the fat tip of his cock. He wasn’t overly long, but he was girthy, like a beer can. Your eyes widened, which he must’ve noticed, as his face was plastered with a shit-eating grin. Your mind immediately went to an image of a so-called ‘American delicacy’ (your father’s words, not yours) called Beer can chicken, in which a can of beer is shoved in the ass end of a chicken and grilled. It is apparently as delicious as it is horrifying. Your throat bobbed as you surveyed it, a tentative hand around the base. He shook his head, prying your hand from him.

“Nope, mouth only. Open up, be a good girl.” Aegon muttered, looking down at you, the light of his phone flashlight illuminating him from below– he looked like a God. Or maybe a devil. 

Your mouth parted as his hand guided you forward. You wholly expected him to nestle in your mouth, but he surprised you with a slap to your face with his cock. It didn’t hurt, just caused you to yelp in surprise. He smeared some of the pre-come across your cheek, then slapped the head of his length on your waiting tongue. It was somewhat degrading, what he was doing– but it lit a goddamn fire under your ass, the neurons of depravity in your body, wherever they may lie, were alight with each nasty little gesture Aegon gave you, before he finally slid home. It stretched out your mouth, prodding at the back of your throat. 

“What would everyone else think, hm? If they knew you were such a fuckin’ slut.” he growled, gathering your hair in his fist like it owed him money, beginning to fuck himself into your mouth, careful to pay attention to your body language to make sure he wasn’t working you over too much. He made sure to be extra careful with his toys, rather than break them.

Tears welled, spilling down your face as you let him use you, degrade you– and yet, he also praised you.

“–such a good girl for me–”

“–you can take a little more, there you go–”

“–prettiest throat I’ve ever fucked–”

You felt like you were on fire, set ablaze by arousal you’d never experienced before– was this what they sang songs about? Dirty, borderline pornographic songs but the point still stood.

You had to chalk it up to the barometric pressure of the storm, right? Aegon wasn’t your type— your type was… well-adjusted, non-addicts, non-bad boy, non-troublemakers. Aegon was the antithesis of what you were into. 

And yet— you were into him. You were into him in a pathetic, pitiful way. It made you cringe to think about but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes, nor could you forget the way he was whimpering— fucking whimpering! You squeezed your thighs together slightly at the sound of it, at the blurry-eyed, teary sight of him looking down at you on your knees, eyes half lidded. 

He pulled out with a particularly throaty grunt, painting your face in his unnaturally warm seed, somehow careful enough not to get it in your eyes– small mercies. Your lungs inflated with oxygen once more as you caught your breath, trying to gather yourself. You felt the swathe of cloth over your face as Aegon cleaned you up with his ‘MILF: Man I Love Fishing’ shirt, which he had apparently taken off. 

“You good?”

You nodded slowly as he helped you to your feet, brushing off your knees with the clean part of his shirt. 

“Um– so,” he still held onto you, as if he was afraid you’d run away. “Do you want to watch a movie with me later, when the power is back on? Like, actually watch it– I won’t fuck your face, I promise.” 

“... are you asking me on a date?”

“Umm… yeah. I think.”

“Maybe we could watch Saltburn?” you offered with a shrug.

–

“Your mum texted me,” you whispered. “The bridge is temporarily washed out from the storm, they won’t be back ‘til tomorrow.”

“Do you know what that means?” Aegon said, suddenly giddy. You both had just finished watching Saltburn, and you finally understood what the ‘Saltburn thing’ was. 

“You know your mum has like ten security cameras set up around the house, right?” 

“Okay… and?”

“I’m not dancing naked in the hallway, Aegon.” 

“How about just in my room? Please?” 

You gave a sigh, beginning to take your clothes off.

“Siri, play ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ by Sophie Ellis-Bextor.”

‘Okay. Now playing ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ by Sophie Ellis-Bextor, as featured in Saltburn.’

It's murder on the dancefloor!

But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey!

It's murder on the dancefloor.

But you better not steal the moves.

DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down.

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[moa-broke-me]

PJO characters as gods:

So there was a post going around about the idea of PJO characters being treated as gods in a thousand years or so, and I like the idea, but some of the godly placements felt a little off to me LOL, so I decided to make my own pantheon. (not sure how to order these, lol)

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Percy: God of the ocean and all its creatures, of water in general, hurricanes, earthquakes, cities, family, and horses. Titles: The savior of Olympus, the good son, the loyal husband, retriever of the bolt, king of the gods. Sacred items: Stuffed animals, particularly bears (panda pillow pet), any item colored blue, but especially food, like candy or cookies, bull horns, and pens. Sacred animals: All marine life, the black pegasus, the black dog, and the ophiotaurus.

Annabeth: Goddess of war, strategy, intelligence, wisdom, practical knowledge, civilization and the building of houses, the study of history, and the mind. Titles: The general, the architect, favored child of Athena, queen of the gods. Sacred items: Knives, rings, clay beads, coral, silver, and popcorn. Sacred animal: The owl.

Clarisse: Goddess of war, revenge, anger fueled by love, triage and midwifery. Titles: The eager soldier, slayer of the drakon, retriever of the golden fleece. Sacred items: Spears and weapons in general, wool/fleece, and chariots. Sacred animal: The boar. Often depicted bloodstained, charging into battle without armor.

Frank: God of war, animals, change, the transition from boyhood to manhood, of the duality between strength and gentleness. Titles: The reluctant soldier, the changeling lord, the young praetor. Sacred items: Bows and arrows, playing cards (mythomagic), charred wood, and a silver medallion on a red string (the canadian sacrifice medal) Sacred animals: The bear and the bee, both the most common depictions of him as an animal.

Reyna: Goddess of war, patriotism, fidelity, independence, leadership, strength, sorority, and resilience. Titles: The shield, the politician, guardian of Athena (bc the athena parthenos). Sacred items: Cloaks, gold, silver, and oat cakes (oatmeal cream pies). Sacred animal: The hound. Often depicted either shielding a little boy with her cloak or braiding hair with her older sister.

Hazel: Goddess of jewels, caves, broken curses, witchcraft and the mist, art, death and escape thereof. Titles: The princess of the underworld, the queen of magick, the illusionist, the dead girl who rose again. Sacred items: Schist (because... obviously), pencils and oil pastels, gold, shrimp stew (because gumbo), Tarot cards, and caramel candy. Sacred animals: The horse, the stoat, and the black cat. Often depicted either drawing or riding horseback, usually with her older brother, but sometimes alone or accompanied by her husband or one of her friends.

Nico: God of darkness and shadows, death, decay, loss, longing, love of all kinds, language, diplomacy and forgiveness, insomniacs, immigrants and orphans, mourners and outcasts, and sewing. Titles: The bereaved, king of the underworld, the ghost king, the romantic, deliverer of Athena (again, the statue, not the actual goddess). Sacred items: Playing cards (mythomagic), soft suede leather, fried bits of chicken (mcnuggets), sewing supplies, oat cakes (again, oatmeal cream pies), Posca (not the pen; the drink. it's like an ancient roman gatorade), pomegranates, anything colored green or black, and memento mori rings. Sacred animals: The bat, cerberus, unicorns (because unicorn draught), all stray animals, and any animals or insects that feed on carrion. Commonly depicted either weeping or accompanying his little sister or husband. (@yonemurishiroku you're gonna love this one)

Bianca: Minor goddess of death, darkness, rebirth and reincarnation, sisterhood, and the hunt. Titles: The broken promise, thief of the forge, slayer of Talos. Sacred items: a carved statuette of her father, and a bow and arrow. Sacred animals: None. Most often depicted climbing onto the back of Talos, or comforting/bickering with her little brother.

Will: God of medicine, light, summer, and the sun. Title: The healer, the sun. Sacred items: Candy bars, medical equipment, lamps, summer fruits, and anything colored yellow. Sacred animal: The cat.

Thalia: Goddess of lightning and storms, maidenhood, the moon, the night sky, wilderness and the hunt. Titles: Queen of the skies, the hunter, guardian of sanctuary. Sacred items: Leather, golden fleece, the severed heads of dolls (bc of the 'barbie is dead tshirt), and pine trees. Sacred animal: The black eagle. Commonly depicted dressed in black and silver, behind a shield emblazoned with a terrifying face.

Jason: God of clear skies and wind, daylight, law, leadership and fatherhood, heroic sacrifice, child soldiers and the military. Titles: Prince of the skies, the retired praetor, the golden boy. Sacred items: Eyeglasses, dense chocolate cakes (brownies), peaches, swords, silver wire (staples), bricks, and feathers. Sacred animal: The wolf. Often depicted with a spear lodged in his back.

Piper: Goddess of love, the heart, beauty in all its forms, charisma, music, wealth, and fame. Titles: Beauty queen, the snake charmer, the dove, the silver tongue. Sacred items: Knives, jewelry, anything colored in pink or light purple. Sacred animals: The dove.

Silena: Minor goddess of love, specifically first love, regret, noble sacrifice, grieving widows, and disguise. Titles: The young lover, the spy, the bleeding heart. Sacred item: Armor. Sacred animal: None. Often depicted wearing armor while lying on her back, bleeding.

Drew: Minor goddess of beauty and adolescence. Title: The betrayed. Sacred items: Seashells, seafoam, cosmetics, perfume, and really anything with a strong, pleasant scent, like herbs, flowers, or incense. Sacred animals: None. (side note, I made up most of this just because canon gave us Literally Nothing)

Leo: God of fire and the forge, machines, invention, humor, cookery, and runaway children. Titles: The engineer, the orphan, builder of the Argo, the forge, the devil, and the trickster. Sacred items: Tools, oil, cinnamon, cooking utensils, and bronze. Sacred animal: The dragon.

Charles: Minor god of the forge, blacksmithery, and fallen soldiers. Title: Courage of the gods, the young lover. Sacred items: Canned fruit, promise rings, and green fire. Sacred animals: None.

Tyson: Minor god of blacksmiths and the ocean, specifically underwater volcanoes. Titles: General of the Cyclopes, the rising mountain, brother of Percy. Sacred items: Peanuts (because peanut butter), shields, watches and clocks (because of that watch that becomes a shield that he made for Percy), ships, and canons. Sacred animals: None.

Grover: God of animals, nature, wilderness, music, empathy and emotional sensitivity, and the young. Titles; The protector, the searcher. Sacred items: Pan flutes, walking sticks (those crutches he used to blend in), flowers, cheese (bc of the enchiladas), apples, and any kind of plant life. Sacred animal: The goat. Often depicted as half-goat-half-human, sometimes wearing a wedding dress.

Rachel: Goddess of wealth, youth, rebellion, nature, art, hedonism and impulse, and prophecy. Sacred items: Hairbrushes, art, and art supplies. Sacred animal: The yellow bellied armadillo.

Sally: Goddess of the hearth, motherhood, writing and literature, women, and survivors of abuse. Titles: The sculptor, the author, the victor, the good mother, queen among women. Sacred items: food, especially the blue kind, and books. Sacred animal: The snake. Often depicted either holding a little boy behind her or holding up the head of medusa.

If there's any character you want me to do next, please tell me!

#sally jackson #nico di angelo #percy jackson #jason grace #hazel levesque #leo valdez #rachel elizabeth dare #grover underwood #tyson pjo #charles beckendorf #drew tanaka #silena beauregard #piper mclean #thalia grace #will solace #bianca di angelo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #frank zhang #clarisse la rue #annabeth chase #pjo #hoo

[historia-vitae-magistras]

butt?

I had to substitute it for arse, sorry. Exploratory fic I began to explore some character dynamics and what the lifestyle of 4 growing nations and their mother in their last real time together would be like in a slightly Post-Roman Iron Age estate as the Migration period picks up and Germanic peoples cross the North Sea to make a home. I believe of these earlier themes have their origin with @balladofthewhitehorse.

5th Century AD, Cumbria

"Rhys," Alasdair appeared at the fence line, his face gloomy. Rhys had stopped here for his mid-day meal halfway between where the shepherds had herded the sheep in the northernmost glen and their home behind on the hill. It'd been a long two days in the hills. He offered the cider flask to his brother as Alasdair approached, his frown deepening. It wasn't raining, and the day's work wouldn't have been hard. Bad news, then. It was always bad news.

"What is it this time?"

"Rot in the south store."

"Oats, rye or wheat?" Rhys asked. The rye they might go without, but the rain hadn't come so early that anything else should rot.

"Oats,"

"Fuck." Rhys sat on the low wall of flagstones and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fuck,"

He glanced up. His brother looked even more dour. "Gods, what else?"

"Seven horses," Alasdair said, sitting beside Rhys, boneless and upset.

Rhys gaped at him. "Seven? That's three more than were sick yesterday!"

"It's spreading." Alasdair shrugged helplessly. "I took the healthy ones into the third stables, and it didn't help."

"Is it distemper?"

"I didn't think so," Alasdair said. "They weren't so feverish, and there wasn't pus, but now I don't know.

"So, no horses to sell this year. At least half the oats are gone."

"Rhys." Alasdair's ingot grey gaze fell heavily, and Rhys glanced at his brother.

"I know," He said, and Alasdair didn't look convinced. He looked at his elder brother with a firm look. "I know."

"If we can't pay the tributes…"

He thought of the mustached helmets of the German kings and exhaled. "We don't know that we can't pay. There's plenty to sell."

"It's not just a lack of goods I'm worried about. It's been a bad year for everyone. There might not be anyone to sell to."

"There must be," Rhys said, pulling his cloak tighter over his shoulders. "There will be. We'll figure it out."

"I suppose all we can do is pray," Alasdair said.

Rhys frowned. Alasdair was the one with a mind for numbers, but he always worried, and they always managed before. So what if the horses would not fetch the total price if they were ill come market day? There was still the wool, the fine worked saddles he and Alasdair had made the year before, and plenty of cattle, sheep, honey and mead to sell. There were options. They had options.

"I'll see to the horses; if none of them die, we'll be fine," Alasdair said. "We have ore too. I might get a good price for my boar spears."

"Maybe," Rhys said. His hope was teetering precariously on the assumption that his brother was overly worried.

There was an unspoken sense of doom between them, both praying their worries were unfounded. Rhys grimaced after they parted ways at the outer gate, Alasdair marching off to the stables and Rhys to the poultry yard and the hives. One of the women in his mother's service alerted him to the fact that another of the hives had gone dark with rot. Honey was expensive, and now there wouldn't be enough to sell and use themselves over the long winter. Rhys waved her off with a pinched-off smile.

He stood in the poultry yard for a long moment, leaning against the half gate that kept the hens, quail, and ducks safe in their enclosure and away from the hounds. He watched Arthur tumble after a goose, laughing as it squawked and ducked him. Their dinner pail of scraps and grain was sitting neglected as he played, but Rhys looked on, letting him play. They'd have to keep more honey than what he'd wanted to sell, if only for Arthur's sake. Honey cakes with stored apples and cheese or on bread were one of those precious things that would cheer him when the worst of the winter gloom gripped him worse than any of them. Arthur rolled to a halt, cackling as the goose bobbed angrily and finally noticed him.

"Rhys!" He grinned, leaping to his feet and making a beeline for him. He exhaled a loud "oomph" as Arthur knocked into him, throwing his arms around him. "You're back!"

"I was only gone a night," He laughed. "How is Mother? And where is your cloak? Have you lost it again?"

"The same," Arthur said. "Maybe a little better. She laughed this morning when I fell right on my arse out of bed. Bridgie pushed me."

"Good! And you probably deserved it. You kick in your sleep." He replied, and his smile was genuine. Mother had at least made an effort to shake her recent gloom then. She'd been thinner, paler, and sadder than he'd ever seen her in the last few years, and it hadn't gotten any better as the days became shorter. "And your cloak?"

"I forgot it!"

"You'll catch your death." Rhys ruffled his hair. "Hurry and feed the birds and come in for dinner."

#the ask box || probis pateo #my writing || cacoethes scribendi #Britannia and her children || they made a desert and called it peace #hws scotland #hws wales #hws england

[hottpinkpenguin]

The Way of Winter - Chapter 3

Joel Miller series Female reader insert A/n: takes place at the end of episode 6 (spoilers if you haven't seen!). I took a few liberties with the location. Taglist: @missdragon-1 @this--is--music @caravelofthesun @ishouldclean @mezmerwrites @babypeapoddd @ay0nha @tpwkstiles @one-sweet-gubler @coolninjavoid @ameliabs-world @superflymaterial Word count: 1,715 | Tags: slow burn | Warnings: none

*y/e/c = your eye color*

Joel woke up like he was coming off a nasty bender. He felt dizzy and disoriented, his limbs heavy like lead. He opened his eyes and squinted against a wan, early morning light. He tried to sit up, but the stab of nausea in his gut and an accompanying burn of pain on his right side made him think better of it. He settled for gently turning his head around to take in his unfamiliar surroundings. 

He was in a small, one-room log cabin. An old cast-iron stove sat in the dead center of the cabin on four clawed feet, a long slender chimney climbing up to where it disappeared through the ceiling. Its top was flat - a cooking surface, judging by the soup pot sitting on top of it and steaming merrily. Near the foot of the bed he was in, he saw Ellie, curled up under a thick wool blanket, her brows knitted together even in sleep. Joel felt his chest loosen slightly at the sight of her, apparently unharmed. 

“How do you feel?” The voice startled Joel. He tried to twist towards the speaker, but that same white-hot agony ripped up his entire right side, stealing the breath from his lungs.

Joel laid back against the pillow, trying to regain control of his breathing as he heard footsteps make their way around his right side. He looked over to see a woman crouching down next to him, her y/e/c eyes gliding over him and inventorying his condition with a stoney expression. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but where he knew her hung just out of reach of his mind like the contents of a dream.

“Like shit.” 

The woman’s lip twitched in a half-smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She offered Joel a mug, the comforting smell of bitter coffee tickling his nostrils. 

“Probably should drink water, but you seem like a coffee kind of guy.” Joel took the mug gratefully as he slowly, gingerly, sat up. He moved cautiously, testing each movement as he made it. The pain in his right side ebbed and flowed, but with slow motions he was finally able to prop himself up on an elbow and take a sip of the coffee. It burned his tongue, but the bracing heat felt good. 

After a few sips, Joel began gently prodding the painful point on his right side with his fingers. It hurt too much to turn his head, but he could feel a ragged seam of his skin stitched together with something thick and smooth. His brows knitted in confusion as he tried to remember the last few hours, few days maybe. The woman watched him curiously for a few moments before she stood, moving around him to stir whatever was in the soup pot on the stove.

“You got stabbed, apparently,” she offered. Joel’s memory swam with a few scattered recollections at the woman’s explanation, but he couldn’t force the memories to organize into a story. 

“You stitched me up?” he asked. The woman nodded, her attention on the soup pot. Joel thought he smelled brown sugar. 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me til you’re better,” the woman countered as she ladeled what Joel now recognized as oatmeal into three bowls on a counter at the back wall of the cabin. “You lost a lot of blood. You need to rest and let that wound heal up before you and the girl head off.” 

Joel shot a worried look at the chair, where Ellie was still ensconced in sleep. 

“We won’t overstay our welcome, ma’am,” he replied softly. The woman walked over to Joel with two bowls in her hands and offered one to Joel. He set his coffee mug down hastily on the floor next to his cot, breathing in the sweet aroma of the brown sugar mixed into the oats. 

His host walked over to Ellie, shaking her gently in the chair. Ellie woke with a start, her eyes instantly settling on Joel as her face split into a grin.

“Joel, you’re awake!” She nearly leapt off the chair in his direction before the woman’s hand gripped her shoulder. 

“Easy, tiger,” she chided. “If he rips those stitches, you’ll be doing the next round of sewing.” 

Ellie shook off their host’s hand in irritation, her attention fixed on Joel. He returned her bright grin with a close-lipped smile of his own, careful not to show her the half-chewed oatmeal in his mouth.

“You alright?” he asked her after he’d swallowed. 

“I’m fine.” For the second time that day, Joel felt himself relax a little at the confirmation of Ellie’s safety. He nodded, shoveling another spoonful of hot oatmeal into his mouth. The soggy oats didn’t have much taste, but the warmth felt good on his raw throat. The three of them ate in companionable silence for a few minutes. 

“What happened?” Joel asked Ellie after he’d cleaned his bowl. He noticed that the woman was watching him intently from where she leaned against the deep basin sink, her expression inscrutable. The intensity of her gaze made him prickle slightly with a feeling he didn’t quite recognize. 

“You got stabbed,” Ellie mumbled through a mouthful of oatmeal. 

He rolled his eyes at her smart remark. “I meant after that,” he shot back. Ellie shrugged, helping herself to another heaping spoonful. 

“Rode for a while,” she replied vaguely. “You fell off after a while.” 

Joel thought he remembered snippets of being on horseback. Images of the snow-dusted ground drifting by from a few feet above danced in his mind, the gentle bounce of a horse’s gait. He also remembered the feeling of warmth on his back, and two strong arms holding him upright in the saddle. 

“Found you two on the railbed,” the woman chimed in, interrupting his reverie. “Good thing, too. Doubt you would have lasted long in last night’s snow.” 

Joel’s ears pricked at the word snow, his mind suddenly lurching into muted panic.

“It snowed last night?” 

The woman and Ellie nodded in unison. 

“Our tracks… did anyone follow us?” Joel’s mind spun with the possibilities. He couldn’t name exactly who had stabbed him, but there was a nagging sense of danger at the base of his skull that he couldn’t ignore. He saw Ellie’s eyes widen slightly at the thought, her head swiveling to look at the woman who’d rescued them both and brought them - apparently - to her home. She took an easy sip of her coffee, nonchalant. 

“No one’s tracking you,” she replied confidently. 

“How do you know?”

“My dogs would have smelt them.” Joel couldn’t remember any dogs from the day before, but under the aura of terror that had seized him his memories felt even more nonsensical than before. Even so, the knot of dread in his chest loosened slightly at her reply. 

“Thank you for that,” he breathed out, wincing as the motion caused a jab of pain on his right side. 

“Don’t thank me,” the woman replied. “The dogs don’t protect you, they protect me.”

Joel recognized the hardened defenses of a person who’d been fending for themselves - and only themselves - for a long time in the woman’s tone. He nodded in acquiescence.

“Well, I thank you all the same. You’ve been mighty generous with your time and supplies.” 

His words hung in the air like smoke for a few breaths before the woman set her coffee down on the counter suddenly. 

“I got to check on the animals,” she offered. “Bathrooms outside. But don’t go too far. Snow’s deep.” She moved towards the small door nestled in the back corner of the cabin from where Joel’s cot was, throwing on a thick jacket hanging from pegs next to the door. Joel watched as she shimmied into fur-lined boots, zipping the jacket all the way up and throwing up the hood before she opened the door to the cabin. A blast of cold air swept through the cabin and a puff of dust-like snow danced into the warm air of the interior. The woman paused halfway out the door before turning back to look at Joel. The bright morning sunlight dancing off the fresh snow made her eyes look like glowing embers. 

“You should get some rest, Joel. You’re not out of the woods.” Without a backwards glance, she closed the door behind her, the inside of the cabin returning to a hush as her footsteps faded to silence outside.

Joel turned to Ellie. “Where are we?” 

She shrugged, setting her empty bowl down on a cluttered side table atop a stack of books with spines so cracked from use that Joel couldn’t make out the titles. “I don’t know. We rode for about an hour, mostly north on the railbed.”

Joel tried to summon a mental map of the area where they’d last been, but he felt himself sliding down towards sleep. Using his remaining clearheaded consciousness, he turned towards Ellie.

“You need to find a map, figure out where we are. We can’t stay here too long.” The need to get Ellie linked up with the Fireflies burned like a signal fire in Joel’s mind. 

“We aren’t going anywhere until you’re better,” Ellie replied stubbornly. Joel resented the paternal tone in her words. 

“We’ll leave as soon as I can ride,” he growled through gritted teeth. Out of the corner of his eye, Ellie shook her head. 

“I need you to get better, Joel.” Ellie’s voice turned serious and worried. The sound tugged on Joel in a way that frightened him. He turned his head towards her, struggling to keep his eyelids open. 

“We’ll be fine here for a few days,” Ellie replied calmly. She took a sip of coffee, grimacing at the bitterness. “Y/n’s alright. She sewed you up pretty good, after all.” Joel wanted to argue, to press Ellie on what else she knew about their host, but he was hurtling towards sleep. 

“Keep your gun close,” he urged her. Ellie nodded seriously, pulling back the blankets sprawled over her lap to show Joel the pistol he’d gifted her tucked between her knees. He nodded, wishing desperately to do more but eventually giving in to the tug of sleep as he slipped under the edge of exhaustion.

**********

You stepped off the small porch of your cabin into two feet of fresh snow, your legs sinking in up to your knees. The biting cold from the night before had eased somewhat under the light of the morning sun. You plodded your way to the barn, the legs of your jeans soaking through quickly and sending a cold chill up your back. Your entire body felt knotted up and stiff as a board, making your movements lumbering and uncoordinated. 

You swung open the heavy barn door, the damp smell of animal waste assaulting your nostrils. You left the door open for light and fresh air as you stepped inside, slamming the excess snow off your boots by stomping on the hard packed dirt floor. The dogs leapt up from their straw pile bed at the back of the barn, swarming around your ankles and licking your hands in greeting. You greeted each one with a gentle rub on the top of their head, making a mental note to take them out and check the rabbit snares later that day. 

Rambo and the chestnut mare that Joel and the girl had ridden lifted their heads up and over their stall door. You’d penned them in together last night, knowing they’d like the shared body heat in the night’s cold. Both of them were still fully tacked from the night before, and they were both chewing on their bits in frustration. You set to work on removing their bridles first, then their saddles one by one. Your back screamed in protest at the effort of lifting the heavy, double-seated saddle off Joel’s mare’s back and onto the saddle rack in the center of the barn. You noted the fine handiwork of the saddle and the sheen on the newly oiled leather, along with the fully stuffed saddlebags.  

“Seems our new friends are rather well supplied,” you mused quietly to yourself. Rambo’s ears pricked at the sound of your voice and he nuzzled your shoulder affectionately. You smiled, scratching the sides of his head and up behind his ears as his eyes softened. Joel’s mare regarded you warily from the opposite corner of the stall, grateful to be relieved of her tack but unwilling to approach you. 

You set to work on the rest of the barn’s residents: a half dozen chickens, two goats, and five rather scrawny pigs. The chickens hadn’t laid in almost two weeks, and you were disappointed to find their nests empty again this morning. The goats, for their part, gave you almost a full pail of fresh milk. The pigs rutted happily when you emptied the meager helping of your food scraps from the prior week into their trough, although your mind turned sour as you pondered on how you were going to feed an extra two mouths. You made a silent inventory of all the traps you needed to check later that day, cringing when you realized that meant you’d have to get back in the saddle, your seat and thighs already bruised and tender like a brown apple. 

You’d just finished slinging a fresh bale of hay into the horse’s stall when the sharp, staccato pop of gunfire split the quiet, winter morning outside. You startled, almost knocking over the pail of frozen water next to you in the process. Your body hummed with adrenaline as you moved quietly, half crouched, toward the barn door. You grabbed the spare rifle you kept propped against the wall next to the door as you leaned against the doorframe, leaning carefully out into the light and surveying the vast, white expanse in front of you. A few hundred feet away was the cabin where you’d left Joel and the girl, a faint wisp of smoke curling out of the chimney in the center: a dead giveaway that there was someone inside. 

Another chorus of pop’s drew your attention up the slope on the other side of the cabin to the treeline at the top of the ridge where a handful of dark shapes swam into view. You squinted against the bright light as you pulled the cocking lever on the rifle gently, a soft click of the cold metal indicating the weapon’s readiness. You lifted the rifle up to your shooting eye, closing the other and aiming the gun’s muzzle up towards the dark shapes. Through the gun’s scope, you counted seven mounted riders bobbing through the sparse woods that ran along the ridge’s spine. For a half second, you wondered if Joel’s fears had come true and someone had managed to track you, although in the next instant you realized these riders were coming from the opposite direction. A coincidence, you realized. They’d probably ended up here by accident, gotten disoriented in the snow storm maybe. You couldn’t imagine where they were from, although that hardly mattered now. All that mattered was that they would pass you by without incident. 

You followed their progress in your scope, a few more pop’s announcing their presence. The lead riders seemed to be shooting at something on the ground, jerking their horses in haphazard zigzagging patterns, pursuing a prey you couldn’t see. None of them so much as lifted their heads in the direction of your cabin, and for a few tense moments it seemed that luck would be in your favor. 

All but one of the riders had disappeared over the opposite edge of the ridgeline when the last one suddenly turned their head in the direction of your cabin. Shit. Your heart dropped in your chest.

“Keep on riding, pal,” you urged the distant figure. “Not today. Not this. Not now.” 

As if in spite of your wishes, you watched as the rider reigned their horse up sharply, their eyes fixed on your cabin in the middle of the freshly snow-coated field, its chimney merrily smoking like a calling card. The rider whistled to his comrades: sharp and high and shrill, but faint at this distance. A few moments later, the others came back into view. You watched as the riders exchanged a few words, gesturing wildly back and forth amongst themselves. For another fraught moment, you dared to hope that they might decide to pass your place by, even after spotting it. 

Your heart fell out of the bottom of your feet when the group all reigned their horses around in unison and kicked off into a trot down the slope in the direction of your cabin. You wondered if Joel and the girl had seen them yet. Although he had the steely composure of a man who’d seen his fair share of tight spots, you doubted Joel would be much use in a gunfight in his condition. 

Knowing what you had to do, you took a deep breath in as you steadied your shooting arm, lining up the frontmost rider in your sights. You let out an even, slow breath as you squeezed the trigger, the deafening shot shattering the peacefulness of a bright morning light on new snow…

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[auckie]

Ok no actually I wanna hear your Trader Joe’s opinions I’m really into the orange strawberry banana juice, the bruschetta sauce, the cranberry lime juice sparkling water and cinnamon schoolbook cookies

You and I agree on the CLSW (cranlime sparkling), haven’t tried the others but I’ll look into them. The normal lime one is also amazing on its own, as well as a mixer for both alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks. Summer must!

There’s so much shit I’m obsessed with, I’ll try and list the most important ones

English crumpets

Mango kefir

Brown sugar oat creamer

Chocolate oat milk

Simpler wines brand sparkling white canned wine

Pfeffernüsse

Chocolate babka

Brioche sliced bread

Danish Kringle

Pinks and whites shortbread cookies

Joe Joe’s gluten free classic Oreo knock off cookie

Madras lentils (boxed kind is good too)

Canned giant baked beans in tomato sauce

The non joes brand oat milk coffee and kombucha but you can get those anywhere

Their candles, two in one grapefruit mint hair wash (I despise two in one products but this one doesn’t foam and is more of a cleansing conditioner I use in between shampoo and regular conditionings), and many other non food items. I’ve bought their towels, seasonal decor (usually those felt garlands), face lotions and oils. Loved all of them. Usually I only restock on the lotion, hand soap, and lavender laundry bags. Their detergent is nice tho, and I’ve also gotten their wool laundry balls but you really only ever gotta buy them like once. They also usually have pretty cute cards at the checkout! I like their cheaper flowers too, but there’s also a lot of very cute seasonal items they carry that I just can’t justify buying bc of price (have you seen their felt sunflowers? So adorable)

Simpler times potato chips

Crispy Crunchy Champignon Mushroom Snack

Fruit leather bars

Dried orange rings

Lox (labeled as smoked salmon iirc)

Both their Tunisian and kalamata olive oil

Vodka sauce

Roasted red pepper and tomato canned soup

Canned vegetable soup

Gone bananas chocolate covered frozen bananas (gone berry crazy strawberries are good too but like a dollar or two more expensive)

Jasmine rice in the frozen isle

Lime popsicles

Steak and stout meat pie

Pastry Bites Feta Cheese & Caramelized Onions

Canned tuna*

*especially with the gluten free microwaveable mac n cheese (I’m not gluten free if you’ve noticed, I literally just prefer some of their gluten free products. Same with the oat milk. I’m not lactose free but I just really like it)

Most of the frozen wontons I’ve tried

Chimichurri rice (goes great with the aforementioned roasted red pepper box soup, and chopped onions, green peppers, and spinach cooked in a wok)

Chicken sausage

Butternut squash gnocchi, iirc the potato gnocchi is good too

Most of their dried pastas

Almond and chocolate filled frozen croissants

The bars of chocolate you find at the check out that come in packs of threes

The weird meat sticks at the checkout too

Frozen hashbrowns

For whatever reason, their frozen green beans and asparagus is so much better than other generic brands I’ve tried

Any of the canned olives but esp the kalamata

Sun dried tomatoes

The produce is okay, a little pricey but they had brown Mexican tomatoes once that fucked hard. The herbs trustworthy too but really where is it not

Any of their chocolate covered nuts

Their fucked up chocolate covered chips, sometimes found in their snack mixes

Peanut butter pretzel snacks

Their dried seaweed isn’t my fav, but it’s not bad. I think it’s overpriced tho but tbf I usually get huuuge, less flavored packs from Costco

Pine nuts but good Gd are they expensive

They have cute, weird heirloom hybrid squashes during the fall a lot too that are pretty tasty

Things I’ve gotten from there that I hated? I didn’t like their orange chicken, ANY of the cereals I’ve gotten from there oddly enough, their pecorino Romano only comes grated and mixed iirc and I didn’t care for it. Some of their beers have made me scowl but also those are all random brands. But their wine (yes, even SHAW. But shoutout to coco bon red blend and blue fin moscato RIP!) has never does me wrong…except for any other flavor of the simpler wines canned ones. I can only do the sparkling white and literally no else I've forced to drink it has liked it! some of their salads have done me wrong. the canned chickpeas and dolmas were off. and some of their pricy juice mixes left me a bit disappointed.

[bluestar22x]

Something More

The Outcast - Something More

Summary: Spring arrives early and it is time for you and Pero to say goodbye

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2,900 (ish)

Warnings: Smut (of the rougher, desperate kind), pull out method, mentions of pregnancy, slight breeding kink, fowl language

Author’s Note: With this part posted the main story is officially complete, but there's going to be a very indulgent epilogue if you wish to see a few bits of their future.

Another note: I listened to "Nothing I've Ever Known" by Bryan Adams while writing this. I swear I don't just listen to animated movie soundtracks.

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When you stirred from your slumber that morning and stumbled from your bedroom to peer out the kitchen window your heart dropped at the sight of water dripping steadily off the cottage roof under the intense sunlight beaming down on it.

The previous day had been shockingly mild, and now the snow on the roof had melted. You knew what that meant. Even if the weather was temporary, even if spring was not truly early, even if tomorrow everything froze right back up, that did not change how it was that day.

If it was warm enough for the snow on the roof to liquefy, it was warm enough for the passage to become accessible. With the direct sunlight it got, you had no doubt Pero would be able to leave, so long as he left before nightfall.

You twisted in your spot, hands pushing against the counter, eyes quickly drawn to his prone form by the fireplace, covered with a single wool blanket, supported underneath by a few layers of furs and the arm pinned under his head.

His eyes were closed to you, his breathing soft and steady, for once having not startled awake to your movement.

You absorbed his image, tried to memorize the crease between his thick eyebrows that had actually managed to relax in his sleep, the gash over his left eye that somehow just made him more appealing, and the plump lips that you wished you could delicately trace with your fingertips. He looked younger like this, asleep, not burdened by the memories you knew haunted him when he was conscious.

How could he return to the life that had given them to him? But how could he not? He'd chosen it for most of his life. Why would he change his mind just for you?

You returned to your room and dug his weapons and armor out from the chest you'd been keeping by the foot of your bed, skimming your fingertips over the chainmail that he'd soon wear around his neck once more.

You carried it all into the main room, laying them out on the floor beside him, and as you did, he finally blinked awake.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, frowning as you displayed his belongings in front of him.

"The unusually warm weather has melted much of the snow," you explained. "If you wish to leave, you must now, or you may have to wait another month."

"Do you wish for me to leave now?" he inquired, sitting up, and you found yourself disappointed that he was wearing a loose cream colored shirt. You'd have liked to memorize his expansive shoulders and defined chest as well.

"You've been a pleasant guest, a friend," you answered carefully, "And I would not mind your company for another month or so, but if you wish to return to your normal sooner, this might be your only chance. In either case, keep your things."

You headed for the door, keeping your eyes shielded from his, afraid he'd notice the tears forming in yours as a sharp pain in your chest overwhelmed you.

"I'll be tending to the animals," you managed to tell him. "Join me when you've made your decision."

He nodded and you made your escape to the barn.

x

Pero made himself a bowl of oats and honey as he contemplated what to do. Stay or leave?

He didn't want to take advantage of your kindness, to selfishly prolong the inevitable, but leaving would be so final. Though he was a free man, he doubted his path would cross with yours again, and saying goodbye to yet another important person in his life would sting. He'd spent too much of his life learning to say goodbye.

The easy answer would be to never leave, but you'd both agreed he'd be gone in the spring, that was the deal, and here it was. You'd laid out his armor and weapons for him and you had not given him the option of staying permanently. He was smart enough to get the message. It was time for him to go. You wouldn't press it, but he figured he must have outstayed his welcome.

Pero ate his bowl of oats and donned his armor, slid his swords back into their sheaths against his back, hid his knife back in his boot. The armor had never felt more heavy, the weight almost unbearable.

He stepped out of the cottage with a heavy heart and strolled past the barn, towards the goat paddock, your giggles tinged with joy wafting through the air, guiding him to you.

You were kneeling in the brown grass beside a mostly black doe with a white heart shaped marking between her eyes who was busy munching on the hay you'd provided her and the rest of the herd. You had a hand pressed against her barrel of a belly, the definition of about to pop.

Your smile was so brilliant he could only watch, spellbound, as you interacted with the creature, as you felt her offspring kick out at you through her hide.

"Got a strong one in there Sweets," you rambled to the young mother goat. "If not two. I can only guess, of course. Sometimes I wonder what you think of it. Do you know it's your baby doing that? Or do you just think something weird is going on inside you?" The thought that came with your words made you snort and though it was still one of the most unladylike things you had a habit of doing, Pero's heart hammered at the sound of it.

He'd never wanted you more before that day, listening to you talk to that damn goat, noting the wonder shining in your eyes while you experienced a connection with her unborn kid. He wanted to kiss you right then and there, pin you to the ground, make love to you over and over until he was overflowing out of you, until you were round with his child.

The explicit image that crossed his mind stunned him, made him ache, made him shake his head. He couldn't remember a time before when he'd considered becoming a father, let alone craved it, but his desire for you had somehow stirred it up within him. How could he leave when he wanted to do anything other than that?

But how could he stay?

Even if you'd hidden your feelings from him, even if you wanted him like he wanted you, he didn't deserve you.

You'd rescued him from the fate he'd deserved a few months ago. Freezing in that field, with Thor helpless but to observe his passing. The cowardly mercenary, always running, rarely fighting for the right reasons.

Like you had a sixth sense, you felt his presence and spun around, onto your feet.

"So you've decided," you stated, words hollow, eyes taking in his armored form.

He gave you a simple nod and you sighed. "I hate to say it, but I'm going to miss you, Pero."

"As I'll miss you," he admitted awkwardly.

"You're just leaving early to avoid helping with the kiddings," you figured jokingly. "Lazy bastard."

"That is a good deterrent," he agreed, though he hadn't actually taken that into account in his decision. He was not squeamish about such things, unlike many men of his era. He’d witnessed far too many lambings on his parents’ farm during his youth to be bothered.

"Is Thor out in the pasture still?"

You nodded and Pero left you to finish tending to the goats as he fetched his steed and saddled him up alongside the barn, making sure to pack all of the items he'd brought with him, and stuffing some meat and oats into a couple of his saddlebags as well. He was sure you wouldn't mind.

You joined him once more as he swung up onto Thor's back, and you were both unsure of what to say, so you stuck to the basics.

"Goodbye, Pero. Take care of this guy." You rubbed Thor's forehead, directly under his forelock, and the horse butted his head against your stomach gently, making you grin. "I'll miss you too, buddy."

Your eyes eventually met Pero's again and he gave you another stiff nod. "Goodbye, sunshine."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Sunshine?"

"Because you're warm," he explained. "And you saved me from the cold. Thank you." He felt silly saying it out loud, but couldn't find it in him to regret it.

"I told you before," you said, pausing to give him a small smile, "You don't need to thank me. Just be safe, as safe as you can be, and do some good out there, alright?"

He shook his head yes. He could do that for you. Pick only the worthy battles.

He dug his heels into Thor's sides and the horse took off at a trot, through a thin layer of snow with tall grass sticking out of it, carrying him away from the cottage. Away from you.

Pero waited a full minute before checking on you over his shoulder, discovering that you'd disappeared, probably back to the goat paddock. His heart sunk, regretting not looking sooner, not allowing himself to see you one last time.

He wondered if this was how William had felt when he'd decided to leave Lin Mae behind in China. If that was why he'd been quieter after. If that was why he'd hardly hesitated to stay when he met the woman who was now his wife.

Was he making a mistake? Not even asking how she felt? If she'd rather he stayed?

Maybe he didn't deserve her, but life wasn't about that, was it? Worst men had more than he could ever dream of having. More than he'd ever need or want.

And if you felt the same as he, wasn't it also selfish to abandon you?

Thor must have felt his hesitance because the stallion slowed, balked at going any further away from your farm, even after Pero squeezed his sides several times.

Pero patted his shoulder, the edges of his mouth twitching upward. "Ready to run, amigo?"

Thor snorted as he guided him into a turn with his reins before kicking him into a gallop, letting him fly. His thudding hooves matched Pero's heartbeat.

Pero dismounted the horse at the front of the barn before he could come to a full stop and immediately dropped his swords on the ground, then rushed around the corner to search for you, nearly crashing into you in the process.

"Pero!" you exclaimed, eyes wide, startled. "You came back!"

"I couldn't leave without knowing," he told you, daring to palm your cheek, to stare into your soul. "If you feel the same about me as I do you. If you want me as I do you."

You lunged forward, impulsively taking possession of his mouth with yours, sucking on his bottom lip in an unspoken passionate answer, before gaining back your senses and pushing yourself away from him.

"Promise me you'll stay," you pleaded, and Pero felt himself hardening just from hearing the need in your voice.

You met his dark chocolate eyes with your soft ones and his stomach flipped. He realized then that he'd do anything for you, give you anything you wanted, so long as he was able to look into those expressive eyes whenever he wanted to.

"As long as you'll have me," he promised with a growl, pulling you back to him, kissing you just as fiercely as you had kissed him before, slipping his tongue into the wet heat of your mouth, deepening it.

He pushed you up against the barn exterior roughly and pressed himself flush against you, hands flat against the wall, one on either side of your head, enclosing you as you gladly embraced him, clawing at the armor on his back, gasping when you weren't busy kissing him.

There was no stopping you both.

x

After sharing several more crushing kisses with Pero, you reached between your bodies for the strings of his breeches blindly, trying to undo them all the while keeping your lips in contact with his, but it was a difficult task, and eventually you lost your patience, jerking away from him forcefully.

"Need you, Pero," you told him breathlessly, observing the way he marveled at your almost pained expression before he peered down between you so he could finally help you untie the strings.

His cock was already rigid and sprung forth when you tugged his pants down just enough to expose it. You eagerly fisted its thick length and glided your hands up and down the shaft a few times, eliciting a shamelessly loud groan from him. You watched as he snapped his eyes closed to focus on breathing through his nose, noted how his knees trembled as you swiped your thumb over its head.

Seeing him that way, barely in control of his own body, at the mercy of your hands, damn near made you lose your mind. You were tempted to keep going, to make him come by your touch alone, but your throbbing center begged for more, until you were consumed with the thoughts of how it would feel to have him inside you, to break with him. It had been so long since you'd been intimate with anyone that the mere idea of it had you moaning.

You reached for the laces of your own pants eagerly, but Pero beat you to it, his hands making quick work of your strings, untying them in record time. He yanked your pants down to your knees and clutched your ass with both of his massive hands as he settled between your thighs, licking and sucking at the column of your neck as he did so.

Your world was spinning as you stared out at nothing through hooded eyes, as you threaded your hands into the thick hair at the back of his head, and simply focused on his presence. He was all around you, all you were aware of, and it was heavenly.

Even more so when he finally notched himself at your entrance and burrowed deep into you, all in one move. You leaned back, head hitting the wall behind you, and sharply inhaled with the sensation of him stretching you out, slotting perfectly inside you like you were matching puzzle pieces. "Pero."

His hands trailed up your spine, underneath your shirt, and drew your body even closer to his as he nuzzled your cheek. "Fuck," he murmured into your ear, gritting his teeth, "You feel amazing. Better than I ever imagined, cariño."

Your stomach swooped hearing his underlying confession, that he had thought about doing this with you before. You had too, sparsely, afraid to allow yourself to dream about it in fear it would never come true. You were far from disappointed yourself.

After giving you a minute to adjust to him, lavishing you with kisses in the meantime, Pero drew back only to plunge into you again, jolting you. You squeezed your eyes shut, fixated on how good the movement felt. You hung onto his broad shoulders tightly as he set a feverish pace, hips pistoning into you. You could only gasp and cover his mouth with yours as you happily took it, took him.

It was still fairly cool outside despite the thaw, but that did not stop you and Pero from breaking out into a sweat as your heavy breaths warmed each other's faces, as your hearts both thrummed from your efforts, your passion.

You could not keep your eyes open for most of it, but what you did see was scorching hot. Pero gazing into your eyes with fully blown ones and, moments after, Pero's eyes low as he concentrated on the delicious friction that was causing you both to be incredibly noisy.

Somehow he held on long enough for you to start fluttering around him, for you to feel that invisible coil in your belly tightening fast.

"That's it," Pero rasped encouragingly as he felt you begin to constrict around him, dropping a hand between your thighs to press the rough pad of his thumb against your sensitive nub, making you see stars. He kept his thumb firmly against it as he continued to drive himself into you again and again, until that coil inside you finally snapped.

You fell apart with a loud cry, eyes wide, mouth agape, body quaking, and as your body relaxed Pero ripped himself from you, rubbing his length furiously. You watched, entranced, as he worked on himself before you. His breaths coming out in puffs, the chords in his neck straining gorgeously, and his biceps repeatedly flexing tight until his body locked up and he lost his load with a guttural growl, his spend spurting onto the ground between you.

Panting, he turned his attention back to you, planting kisses along your collarbone. You smiled at the tenderness of them and carded your fingers through his soft hair, reveling in his affection, in your shared body heat.

He lifted his head to meet your gaze once more and raised his right hand, gently brushing the rough prints of his fingers over your cheek, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Mi amor," he whispered, and your heart jumped, your breath caught.

You knew enough of his homeland's language to know what those words meant, knew him enough to know that he wouldn't use them lightly.

My love. At first you thought you’d imagined it, but the look in his eyes told you otherwise. He loved you.

You kissed his palm and repeated the words back to him. His expression mirrored the stunned one you'd had when he'd spoken them moments before, neither of you quite believing yourselves worthy of it.

Unable to find more words, he rested his forehead against yours affectionately and you closed your eyes, soaking in the moment.

You'd gladly chosen a life of solitude many years ago to free yourself for this kind of love, never expecting to actually find it, but you finally had, in a fellow outcast.

You would not have had it any other way.

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Tagged: @elegantduckturtle @harriedandharassed

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#Pero Fanfic (Mine) #The Great Wall Fanfic #X Reader #The Outcast Series

[hannahlikeso741]

HL Girls smelling male MC's perfume.

We did the boys. Now it is the girls' turn to react to Male MC's scent. Inspired by @cranberryletters perfume post and @hogwartslegacyreactions, will list a perfume for each character.

Boys Edition : Part 1, Part 2

Girl's edition : Part 2

Anne Sallow: Bvlgari's Wood Essence

MC kept coming around since Sebastian first brought him over Feldcroft. It was nice, having someone else to talk to other than Ominis and Sebastian. Anne didn't want to admit it, but she was looking forward to MC's visits. That one particular visit came with a surprise, an early Christmas gift. MC had given her a scarf knitted in green and peach wool, saying something that she needed to keep warm at all times. Hers was getting threadbare. Anne shyly took the scarf and got that wiff of comfort. At first it was the smell of citrus and lemon, giving way to a cedarwood note that crept up to her nostrils. A warm scent that reassured her everything will be all right, like a cozy blanket and a cup of hot tea. For a minute she thought MC was giving her a hug and telling her she will be all right and loved. Anne slept with that scarf that night. Uncle Solomon didn't ask questions, to her relief.

Poppy Sweeting : Jo Malone's Poppy & Barley

She only wanted to know if Highwing was doing okay. MC understood and took her into the room of requirement, showing Poppy the costal vivarium where Highwing came down, greeting the two of them. MC let the two of them catch up, while he cared for the rest of the beasts. Highwings is doing fine, and in fact a mother to a baby hippogriff! She is overjoyed that Highwing now has a safe home. Wait, Highwing, what do you mean, thanks to that nice smelling gentleman? Oh, you mean MC. That comment on him being nice smelling got Poppy curious, making her get up and approach MC from behind. Oh, she understood what Highwing meant. MC's scent was light, oddly enough. It smelt like the blackcurrants her grandma used to pick, but then it fades ever so gently to a green woody note from barley and.... poppy? Whatever it was, MC smelt like a gentle sunrise in a tiny British cottage in the countryside, with a bowl of boiled oats to ensure one was ready for the day. Poppy didn't even know she was that close to MC until MC turned around, accidentally making her fell to the floor. MC was startled but helped Poppy get up, telling her to be careful. Damn, Highwing was right. He smelled nice.

Imelda Reyes : Frederic Malle's Geranium Pour Monsieur

She is incredibly frustrated with MC right now. How is it he not only beat her time, but scored higher as a Chaser? It was not a good idea to challenge him to see if he had a place within a Qudditich team. When MC landed, a flurry of tirades came his way. Imelda grabbed his robes and kept saying how it wasn't fair, but MC's shocked expression made her stop. MC said that she has always been healthy competition, needing someone to keep him on his toes. He gave her a reassuring smile as he left to get changed. Imelda sunk to her knees. That wasn't the only reason she stopped herself from her rant towards MC. When shaking MC, she caught the smell of mint and geranium that was fresh, but that quickly gave way to the spicy notes of cinnamon and clove. It teased her, taunted her to chase after him and demand for another rematch like an enemy that has romantic feelings for you. How dare MC beat her and now taunt her nose with that perfume? That's it. She is getting up and wanting another round of Quidditch practice with MC.

Natsai Onai : Issey Miyake's L'Eau d'Issey Pour Homme

The camp containing the last of Harlow's men didn't know what hit them. Natty asked MC to come along, she can always use a backup partner. MC happily agreed, tagging along as the flurry of dark wizards attacked them upon sight. It was a tough battle, when did she consume this much Wiggenweld potions? Natty admitted it was getting to her, her energy spent. She had to take a moment to catch her breath when she felt herself being tackled to the ground forcefully by MC. MC asked if she was all right and she nodded, trying to compose herself as MC got up, striking on finishing the last Ashwinder that attacked her. What caught Natty by surprise was the scent on MC, a yuzu and citrusy note that blended well into the warmth of nutmeg and cinnamon, with musk holding everything together. It was a clean, fresh scent that wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty if he has to. It reminded Natty of a brave man, her father. MC called out to Natty, telling her the camp was cleared. She shook her head as she headed to MC's direction, trying to focus on what just happened.

Samantha Dale : Tom Ford's Mandarino di Amalfi

Ok, she did owe MC for helping her with her brother. So here she was in the Herbology class, helping MC to play catch up. Admittedly, MC is a fast learner, she only really needed to give a few pointers as MC scribbled furiously on his notebook. There was something bothering her nose. Sure, Samantha was used to the scent of every plant under the sun, but to smell a fresh citrus of grapefruit and lemons in the middle of winter is and oddity. Where did that orange blossom came from, alongside with the slight spicy note of pepper and coriander? Samantha let her nose trail and oh. MC. That scent was on his shirt as he muttered to himself, adjusting his tie. That scent got stronger, hitting Samantha like a brick. She felt like her whole being transported to the lemon fields of Almalfi, Italy, dancing her way into the sunset instead of dreary Hogwarts. Samantha didn't even knew MC called her name, asking her what plant this was. Oh right, she composed herself and answered the question the best she could, trying to hide her blush.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy characters #character reacts #hogwarts legacy headcanons #male mc #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #imelda reyes #samantha dale #anne sallow

[cycas]

I got tagged in the WIP snippety meme thingy by @grundyscribbling: thanks!

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She had rarely lived in one place for long, and this meant, it seemed, that she had never had anything to do with pigs, or the growing of oats, nor spinning and weaving wool nor tanning pigskins or working leather. There were, in fact, an astonishing number of things that Dis did not know and refused to learn.

She didn’t know much about smelting, to Dáin’s astonishment. Everyone in the Iron Hills knew about smelting.

But some things she did know well : forging, poetry, casting, axe-work, politics.

Above all, Dis knew about war.

Dís had travelled and fought with her father’s host. Nobody in the Iron Hills knew more of the progress of Thráin’s War.

She had seen Gundabad, the holy mountain, the very waking-place of Durin himself. She had entered into the holy halls, as no-one had seen them for thousands of years.

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I've lost track of who's done this so I'm not tagging this time, but please do do it if you fancy it and tag me so I can spot it!

#dis #fic #mine

[quotidian-oblivion]

✨Out of context lines shitpost Pt. 8✨

Part 7

Quo: This is it... our last day of childcare course. And... *sighs* I'm getting choked up. I met @mispeltnostalgia and got to know her well through this course and she's been the best irl fanfic buddy and older brother despite being a year younger than me ever.

Nog: These out of context things have made me so happy and its fun to look back and remember the funny shit that we have said and done this year. this deffo won't be the last though. Quo and I will forever be saying and doing stupid shit. Quo is the best little sister ever and while I'll miss our fridays together she cant get rid of me. I know too many of her fanfics and she's beta-ing my works.

Quo: You beta-ed a couple of mine too!

We'll still be posting the out of context lines, but there are going to be longer gaps since we're not gonna meet on Fridays anymore :( There's still our weekly study sessions that we dubbed TEAS on Wednesday!

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Tim: *holding a ball of wool to Jason’s face as a pretend mic* What do you say about the Curse you just found out you have Jason: *clears throat* I hope it kills me. ~ Jason: What do you have to say about your Curse? Tim: …I’ve had it since I was fucking born. ~ Barbara: So I bought a pack of quick oats because I love oats. And then I bought another pack of overnight oats because it had yoghurt, and now I’m just realizing that I really am just a horse. Little Shit Young!Jason: THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING. ~ Damian: I’ve been able to find a knife, I’ve been able to find a fork, but I can’t find a spoon. Jon: You have all the stabby objects in your bag Damian: I also have a fuckton of crochet hooks and— a pocket watch?? *pulls out pocket watch* Where the fuck is my spoon. ~ Steph: So I was getting pumped up for this song but then I just hear this tiny Alvin and the chipmunks voice say “Party Rock” and it just dashed my hopes. Listen to this *Plays Party Rock Anthem”. Damian: … Steph: Like, imagine getting pumped up for one of your childhood songs then you just suddenly hear “party rock” in this high-pitched voice and I felt like killing myself. Damian: … Steph: And hear me out— Damian: I don’t think i want to hear you out anymore. Steph: *Continues to play Bad Romance covered by the Alvin and the Chipmunks” ~ Tim: *Watching a video of Bruce* Bart: Wait, your dad sounds American. Bart: And he speaks kind of like you too! Tim: Yeah, I wonder why my American dad who raised me sounds and has the same speech patterns as me. Hmm, good question. Bart: I just wasn’t expecting it. I forgot that American dads were a thing. ~ Steph: i am granting you the honor of waffle ~ Barbara: *looking for a place to put popcorn. Places the popcorn against Dick’s lap* Dick: hell yeah crotch popcorn! Omg crotchcorn! Barbara: Please don't. ~ Bruce: You have to be very careful out there. These racist attacks are getting worse. Dick: Don't worry, Pops. I'm with a white person, I'll be fine. Barbara: *chokes on her drink with laughter* ~ Tim: *mixes soda water, energy drink and trace amounts of tea together in a tumbler* For funsies. *chugs it* ~ Jason: *falls to the floor, crumbles and silently screams in a public library* Barbara: Stop it, you’re embarrassing yourself Jason: I’m a drama kid, I can do whatever I want ~ Steph: *singing* I am not a quitter Tim: *singing with her* Pocket full of glitter Steph: Yarn balls, I’m a knitter!  Steph and Tim: *singing together* I’m the whole package, baby! Tim: I haven’t met you Steph: But if you’re staaable Tim and Steph: Then here’s my number! And call me Mabel! ~ Alfred: *grabs Bruce by the shoulders and shakes* BE PRODUCTIVE! ~  Steph: IS THAT A PURPLE BALLOON??? Steph: *walks over, picks it up, and carries it like a baby* *whispers* I’m pregnant ~  Damian, high on pain meds: *giggling while he draws Tim falling off a roof* whee whee, hee hee, I’m so funny. Hee hee hee. He’s falling off a building.

#quotidian convos #nogolsta says hi #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #dc #damian wayne #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batdad #the batfamily #bart allen #jon kent #jonathan kent #jonathan samuel kent #bat fam #bat family #batfam headcanons #batfam incorrect quotes #batfam shenanigans #batfamily headcanons #batfamily shenanigans #dc batfam #incorrect batfam #incorrect batfamily quotes #batbros

[outofangband]

More world building for Maglor’s Gap

This focuses mainly on agriculture and food production

Part one here

As always please feel free to ask more!

A lovely anon asked: “Have you done a world-building post on the land between Greater Gelion and Lesser Gelion, that belonged to Maglor? My headcanon sa ys it was economically important, providing food from its farmland for Maglor's followers.”

I had done a general world building post for the region but I’m always happy to do more because I love world building!

I think your headcanon is right! Though it’s difficult to say for certain as the environmental descriptions for the realms of the Fëanorians in Northeast Beleriand are vague, available maps and the brief descriptions we have do seem to suggest that much of the area between Greater and Little Gelion south of the actual Gap was wider and flatter lands presumably plains, steppe or scrublands.

Wide areas of grassland would certainly be important given the population of horses and the reliance on them for the cavalry and army. I think that Maglor also used the lands North of the Gap (Lothlann and part of Ard Galen) for grazing then had more formal agricultural projects South of the Gap.

During the Watchful Peace, the followers of Maglor grew rye and oats both of which could be used in a number of ways for both elves and horses.

Orchards, molded after a number of places including ones in Valinor as well as Mithrim and Ossiriand, are grown in the southern area of the Gap near the confluence of Little and Greater Gelion. Several species of apple, cherry, and stone fruits were grown here. Following the Dagor Bragollach, these became eerie graveyards of skeletal, twisted trees, avoided by both elves and most creatures.

Much of elven agricultural and food producing ventures, across different cultures, include the cultivation and protection of native species and the maintaining of ecological balance. This is no different in Maglor’s Gap where the host of Maglor relied heavily on hunting and foraging as well as their own introduced crops.

Alongside horses, sheep and goats are kept by some of the host. Wool is not produced on a wide scale as most textiles comes from imported linen, cotton and flax as well as leather and fur products produced in the Gap but it is spun on a small scale and especially used to supplement winter garments and in the making of bags and blankets. Goat is valued for wool more highly than sheep. A few of the higher ups in the gap wear sashes of pure white wool spun from goats.

Milk products are primarily through sheep and goat. Most from cows milk are from trade with Hithlum which is relatively unique in its population of bovines for Beleriand

Emu are actually domesticated in some parts of the world and I love the idea of them being kept in both the Gap and Himlad as well as by peoples East of the Ered Luin. They have a huge variety of uses including leather, oil, eggs and meat. And the chicks are very cute 💙

Trade is primarily with Thargelion, Himlad and Estolad, Hithlum and some parts of Ossiriand outside Finwëan rule.

I hope this answers your question, anon! As always please feel free to ask more!

#the silmarillion #fëanorians #Maglor #beleriand #musing and meta #maglor’s gap

[wilbur-the-little-goat]

Hello! I love your blog!

maybe I please some things to do as a baby lamb?

thank you!

Mhm! Mhm!!

🐾🐑Lamb regression tips🐑🐾

Wear a woolen sweater to feel like wool!!

Drink some angel milk :]

Go flower picking

Have a picnic in a nice lil meadow ^^

Have some Apples, grapes, & carrots as a nice snack!

Wear some clip-clopy shoes to feel like hooves

For breakfast have something like oats :D

Sheep are socail animals, so hang out with your cg, or even your stuffies and tell them u luv them!!!

You can make little ears out of thin, bendy cardboard, there are a few tutorials on tiktok and maybe on yt!

Lay in a little field for a while

Collect sheep stuffies!!! I have a small collection of dem myself

You can make some horns on a head band!! I recomend using tin-foil as a base, and then either covering with masking tape or paper mache :3

You can usually find woolen blankets pretty easy!! Or even a woolen scarf or beanie to regress discretely!!

Watch some movies with lambs in them!! I reccomend shawn the sheep or even Zootopia/Zootropolis :DD

Go prance an jump around an play! You deserve it little sheep :]

🐾🐑There you go!! I hope you like and find these tips useful, requests are still open 🐑🐾

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[wildatlanticyarns]

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[erenozturk]

EREN ÖZTÜRK STYLE AESTHETICS

Private Eyes They’re watching you They see your every move

eren öztürk’s favorite look is black from head to toe: a black turtle neck and slim trousers, shiny black wingtips or boots and, of course, leather black gloves to match. easy to blend into the shadows, easy to block out any skin and keep from that feared skin on skin touch. match the look with a wool, long overcoat and you’ve got lunar cove’s grouchy p.i. down to a tee. oh — and don’t forget to clip on your walkman and cue up some depeche mode, rockwell, and hall and oates while you’re at it.

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[wmu-cedes]

Lima Bean Meetup || Codcedes

WHO: Cody Tolentino @wmucody & Mercedes Jones @wmu-cedes

LOCATION: Lima Bean

DATE: February 26

SUMMARY: Cody and Mercedes meet up for a chat at the Lima Bean. Pain ensues.

Mercedes

Mercedes had been a mess over the entirety of the weekend. She thought that things with Cody were going to even out eventually, especially after their last conversation. However, learning that he had gone to a family function with Frannie had cut Mercedes in a way she hadn't been expecting and it had all but ruined her weekend. However, she was determined to try and make their friendship work, even if it meant she would have to draw some firm lines in the sand. Despite her complex feelings with him, Mercedes had agreed to meet him at the Lima Bean for coffee. She waited just inside the doors for her friend, hands stuffed in the pockets of her soft wool cardigan, rocking slightly in her vans. When he stepped through the doors she felt her heart constrict slightly, but she schooled her features with a bright grin. "Hey boo."

Cody

Cody slowly trekked through the university courtyard. He thought the hangover from the weekend would have been long gone by now but it was sticking around with relentless condition. His black sunglasses balanced on the bridge of his nose, his beige jumper hood sitting on the brim of his black hat. If someone drew a visual representation of a hangover it would look exactly like him.

He finally reached the doors of the Lima Bean. Finally. The walk from his dorm seemed like it took forever. His eyes met Mercedes. Taking off his glasses, his heavy eyes offered a warm gaze. He knew had overstepped his own boundaries at the weekend, and was expecting a conversation to arise out of it.

"Hi, Cedes," Cody greeted. His voice raspy. "You been waiting long?"

Mercedes

Her stomach did a flip at the raspy greeting, knowing that it was no doubt the hangover that was still plaguing him that was causing his tone to change, as opposed to any sort of feelings on his side. "Nope, I've been here for like 5 seconds. I was gonna get us our drinks, but I didn't need you coming at me for paying when you said it would be your treat." She joked, stepping in the direction of the line.

"How you feeling?"

Cody

Cody ruffled inside his pockets, sliding in his sunglasses while removing his wallet at the same time. "Yeah, you're right I woulda came for you," he teased back. "Big time". He removed the hood from his head. "Yeah, I've been better. Do I look fucked? Be honest?" He asked, tilting his head to look at her through glazed eyes.

Mercedes

A chuckle escaped her and she shook her head. "Big time - huge." She mocked.

Her brown eyes assessed him for a moment, takin in the colour of his skin and the hat that still sat atop his head. "You don't look fucked but you definitely look like you're recovering from a few drinks." Mercedes paused then and patted his arm gently. "The Fabrays go hard, huh?"

Cody

Cody laughed softly, nodding his head at Mercedes' answer. He was recovering alright, and the lack of sleep during the night didn't help. His body kept jumping every so often, a result of the sugary cocktails probably. "A little too hard. Drank me under the table".

Cody stepped forward in front of the barista, slightly bumping into Mercedes as they joked. "I'll have a small oat milk latte, with a large cup of iced water, please? And she'll have?" He paused, offering Mercedes the floor to order for herself.

Mercedes

Her brows rose at the idea of anyone drinking Cody under the table, it sounded like a fun time but also really bad for ones liver. Instead of focusing on that, her thoughts were jarred when her friend bumped into her and began to order. "I'll take a small caramel macchiato please and thank you." She ordered, nudging Cody lightly with her elbow as a sign of thanks.

Cody

He smiled gracefully towards the barista as Mercedes ordered, tapping his card at the card machine when prompted.

"So, what else did you do with your weekend? That wasn't accompanying Sam to find a sexy suit," Cody questioned, walking over to the waiting area. His slight jealousy was masked with a smile. Really, he had no right to be jealous. Especially when he had just spent a full weekend getting to know Frannie on a more serious level; however, the initial thought of Mercedes going to a ball and then suit shopping with some other guy did ruffle a few of his feathers more than he liked to admit.

Mercedes

She gave a passing glance to the barista who was already busy taking someone elses order before following Cody to the waiting area. "Other than helping Sam find a killer suit I literally did homework and worked. I have absolutely zero life lately and it's boring as hell." She replied with a sigh, idly playing with the ring on her thumb. She had also spent a good chunk of the weekend crying and sad, but Cody didn't need to know that just yet.

"Thanks again for the coffee, I owe you." As she said it, their order was placed on the counter and she thanked the barista before grabbing his coffee and iced water and handing it to him, and then grabbing hers. The cup was warm, and she held it close to her. "You wanna sit at a table or in some chairs?"

Cody

Cody shook his head. "You don't owe me anything, girl" he replied, a soft smile plastered on his face. "Thanks". He took his drinks from Mercedes after shoving his wallet back into his pocket, looking around Lima Bean to see what space looked cosiest.

"Chairs," He insisted, his need to get comfy slowly taking over his body. His hands held a small shake in them. He hadn't drank enough water in his recovery and it showed. Leading the way, Cody felt a little apprehensive. He knew a conversation was drawing in about his actions at the weekend, however he had small hope that it could be forgotten about without conversing. He picked out two chairs sitting idle in the corner. Slumping down on the chair, he first took a drink of the iced water. The first drop refreshed his mouth which held a level of roughness from the weekend.

Mercedes

Mercedes let out a small nod, "Chairs it is." She followed him slowly, watching as he made his way to choose his spot. He looked rough, and a small part of her felt bad for what she wanted to bring up, but if she didn't, Mercedes woudl feel worse. It was one thing for him to set boundaries, it was another for him to follow them, and if their friendship was going to survive whatever the hell was going on, they both needed to be strict about it.

She sunk down into the chair opposite him with a sigh and took a sip of her coffee, wincing at the heat of it. "If you need another one of those i'll go get you one, " she began, putting her coffee down on the table between them. "But uh, I won't lie I'm a little surprised you're here and wanted to hang out."

Cody

He placed the iced water cup on the table, keeping the warm coffee close to him before cradling it with two hands. The heat made every thing feel alright. It stopped the overwhelming urge of wanting to heave.

"Surprised? I get that we had some sort of a tiff at the weekend," Cody replied, a confused tone in this voice. His head cocked slightly, wanting to understand Mercedes more. "I wouldn't have thought it would meant we couldn't hang out?"

Mercedes

Her brow cocked and she shook her head slowly, "I meant because of the hangover, Cods." she replied, shifting a little in her seat. "I figured you probably went hard with Frannie, so I didn't think you'd wanna do this today." She paused then, smoothing down the fabric of her cardigan.

"Although I'd be lying if i didn't want to bring up that tiff" Guilt hammered through her, causing her stomach to begin to sour. "I'm not sure what's going on with you two, and quite frankly it's none of my damn business... But the texting like that has to stop."

Cody

His mouth fell open. "Oh," Cody said quietly. He repositioned himself, feeling slightly awkward at him landing himself in it. His body slid down the seat ever so slightly, his right leg balancing over his left. "Nah, I get you. It was my fault," Cody admitted. Their friendship just rekindled and it felt like he was the one to cause all the drama in the short period of time that they had re-entered each other's lives. "I never meant any harm by it at all".

Mercedes

"I know you didn't, you never do." She muttered the last part to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to self soothe. "It's just hard. One day we're having an intense hookup in your room, the next we're not talking, then we're friends... Then I find out you're at a family thing with another girl and you're flirting with me? It's confusing." She let out, biting down on her bottom lip as she resisted letting slip her true feelings.

Cody

Cody sat up as he listened to Mercedes, leaning his body forward to show his engagement within the conversation. His eyebrows furrowed. "I know it's hard, Cedes, like I feel it. It's taking a bit of time to adjust to". He examined her facial expression, unable to tell how exactly she was feeling. "I take full blame for the flirting when I was away with Frannie. In my defence, like, me and Frannie were flirting with other people still. I know it runs a lot depper with us, and I just overstepped the line again."

Mercedes

She eyed him warily. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to just fling at him to see where they'd land and what he'd say. Although, given how aloof he usually was about his feelings, Mercedes doubted that she'd get the reaction she really desired. She nodded slowly and reached for her coffee, taking a health sip despite the sting. "This isn't my business but... Are you and Frannie gonna start dating? I only ask cause hanging out with her family for a weekend is kinda intense." There was a vulnerability to her voice that made her wince a little.

Cody

Cody mirrored Mercedes' movements, taking a small sip of his piping hot coffee, hovering it close to his body in hope it would start to regulate his own body's temperature into a normal cycle. He shook his head at the question, his left hand curling round his neck soothing it nervously. "I'm not actually too sure, Cedes. Dating isn't exactly my forte but I did enjoy the weekend with her". He chose his words carefully, aware of their past together and not wanting to cause any unnecessary pain.

Mercedes

Mercedes looked at him and let out a small breath, it wasn't a yes, but it wasn't exactly a no either. "I'm glad you did, babe." Her heart was hammering away in her chest and she felt stupid. Stupid for letting him get to her again after they stopped talking, and stupid for caring that he was even maybe attempting something more with someone else. "You gonna be coherent enough to go to your afternoon classes today?" When in doubt, she would deflect. It had worked for her most of her life.

Cody

He picked up in the change of tone, even if it was ever so subtle. Their previously strong friendship allowed Cody to pick up on all of Mercedes' idiosyncrasies. His psychology classes also gave him a foot forward in reading a situation; however, he didn't want to poke the bear. Especially when he was trying to get back in her good books. "Ah, I'm sure I'll be fine," Cody answered, a hopeful tone in his voice as it was raised an octave higher, learning back in his chair to provide neutral body language to the situation. He couldn't shake the tension in the air. There was something not right with Mercedes but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He watched Mercedes as he swallowed more of his coffee.

Mercedes

The tension between them was palpable. So much so that she could practically see it. She wanted to be frustrated, to question him, to take care of him because of his stupid hang over. She was torn, and Mercedes hated it. "If you're not, don't push yourself. You don't need to get worse." She replied, offering him a tight lipped smile. She had class in 45 minutes and while Mercedes wanted to sit and enjoy an actual conversation with Cody that wasn't filled with anxiety or angst, she couldn't. She glanced at the watch on her wrist and then to her coffee and let out a small sigh, beginning to rise. "Cody, im sorry I can't do this. Not right now. I need, hell I don't know what I need. I just know I can't do this - I have to go."

Cody

A look of confusion swept across his face as Mercedes began to stand up. "Cedes," he vocalised, standing up with her. "What do you mean you can't do this? Do you mean you can't be friends with me?" The question fell out his mouth, his defensiveness shining through in his tone. His hand reached out to comfort her, but he stopped himself in his tracks and dropped it back to his side, filling his pockets with his twitching fingers. He had a habit of flicking the nails on his hands with his thumbs, a way to keep him grounded. Especially in an agitating situation which he felt he had no control over. "Talk to me".

Mercedes

Mercedes was idly aware that there were other people around them, their gazes popping over due to the abrupt chance in body language. She sucked in a breath, willing the tears that threatened to prickle at her eyes back. "That's not what I meant, Cody." She breathed. Being friends with Cody, even if it was painful was something she couldn't give up. It hurt too much when they weren't talking for her to give him up completely. "I could never fully stop being friends with you, I need you in my life too much for that." She took another breath, ignoring the way her hands were shaking. "I just need some time to figure out where I'm at because your non platonic feelings for me might be gone but imma be straight up I'm struggling." A sudden wave of nausea hit her and she closed her eyes, for someone who wanted to go into acting she was really shit at hiding her emotions. "I just need to take some time to figure my shit out, I'm not saying this to guilt you, I'm not saying this to throw a wrench in anything that may or may not be happening for you and Frannie because I know where I stand with you. I just can't keep pushing shit down. So like give me a few days okay?"

Cody

Cody stood speechless while his face spoke a thousand words. Mercedes speech drew water to the brims of his eyelids. It killed him to see her like this, to know that he made her feel in a way that wasn't amazing. For the first time in his life he was left without anything to say. He wanted to tell her that he couldn't go a few days without speaking to her, but that was the most selfish thing he could do right now in Mercedes plead for space. He noticed the way Mercedes was shaking. It reminded him of the time he walked away. How he had shattered their reality all because he couldn't let his guard down. And here they were, in another situation. Even though Mercedes wasn't abandoning him fully, the unsettling fear of losing her suffocated the depths of his soul. "Yeah," he finally replied in a softness that he never thought was possible. "Anything you need".

Mercedes

She had prepared for him to walk away. For him to tell her she needed to not involve him in figuring herself out but he didn't. He didn't walk away this time. Her eyelids opened and despite the slight blur to her gaze she looked at him and smiled softly, blinking away hot tears. "Thank you babe, I'll message you in a few days okay?" It wasnt like she could put a time line on her thoughts but she could at least not leave him in limbo. The fact that he had reconciled told her that he at least valued her friendship. Despite knowing better, she reached forward and lightly squeezed his upper arm, and letting out a shaky breath. "Please take care of yourself." Her words were quick as she turned and headed out the door, feeling like her heart was in her stomach. She wouldn't be going to class today.

Cody

Cody forced the corners of his lips to curl. A fake smile was presented as he nodded his head. His eyes followed Mercedes as she exited the Lima Bean. A tear fell from his right eye but Cody wiped it away before it reached the middle of his cheek. He stood there. Lifeless. Thoughtless. After a few seconds he gulped hard as he sat back down in the chair, staring at where Mercedes had just been sitting across from him. He couldn't fight off the immense feeling of shame. Maybe he was wrong for rekindling with Mercedes? Has he only caused more harm? She was better off without him. The floods of harmful thoughts drowned out the sound of the crowded coffee shop. His eyes still focused on the other seat as the memories of their relationship projected throughout his head. They always walked a very thin line between platonic and romance, often dancing hand in hand over the blurriness. This time felt different though.

Mercedes said she only needed a few days; however, there was a daunting feeling within Cody that he had pushed her too far this time.

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