#c-nore

[delilahmclaine]

Location: Make Shift Medical Center When: A Few Days After The War @nore-lacroix

The days had passed too slowly for the Medical Staff, long shifts being passed back and forth between them to make up for those they lost. Delilah had barely gotten a wink of sleep in the past three days, picking up simple cases to avoid her Psych Eval. She didn't need some shrink to tell her that she couldn't handle being in surgery for a while. She knew she wasn't ready, but having it on paper only made it feel like a halt to her career. She sighed at the thoughts, shaking them away as she reminded herself she had a patient to attend to. Her eyes drifted to the paperwork, relieved that she wouldn't be treating another wolf, guilt settling into her stomach at the relief.

But as she walked in and glanced at Nore, she put on her signature smile, hoping to brighten the mood. "Well, hello, Ms. Lacroix. I'm Dr. Mclaine, and I will be checking on you today. If you'd prefer, you could call me Delilah or Dr. Angel. Either is fine with me." She looks at Nore's vitals, her hand moving to write down the necessary information as she did her minor check-up. With a thoughtful expression and a hard look at her chart, she turned to Nore. "How would you feel about going on a stroll? I may not get you walking today, but I think a good roll around would be fun."

[projectdivaar]

still not over the removal of the 3.5 mm jack btw. what was the point of that one exactly.

[ubike-official]

snoopy Molly rave would fix me (scratch the itch of Human Connection that hasnt been felt since my the heart to heart i had with my classmate in a izakaya in zhongshan a week b4 i left tw)

[ltwilliammowett]

Sword 1798-99

Small swords were items of male jewellery. By the 1750s, their elaborate gold and silver hilts, mounted with precious stones and fine enamelling, were the products of the goldsmith and jeweller rather than the swordsmith. They made fitting rewards for distinguished military and naval service. With their blades tucked away inside scabbards, it was their ostentatious and expensive hilts that carried their thrust.

This sword is inscribed: ‘PRESENTED by the Committee of Merchants &c OF LONDON to LIEUT.T FRANCIS DOUGLAS for his Spirited and active conduct on board His Majesty’s Ship the REPULSE. Ja.s Alms Esq.r Commander during the MUTINY at the NORE in 1797. Marine Society Office, May 1o 1798 } Hugh Inglis Esq.r Chairman’

Francis Douglas was rewarded for his role in suppressing a violent mutiny among sailors at the Nore, a Royal Navy anchorage in the Thames Estuary in 1797. According to an account by an eyewitness, published in The Sheerness Guardian 70 years later, the ship, Repulse, made a 'miraculous' escape from the mutineers reaching shore despite receiving 'as was calculated two hundred shot'.

[demigoddessqueens]

my favorite (patient) doctor

A/n - is it ok to just fast forward for only the scenes of a hot doctor? Well I did, hence the fluff alphabet

Summary: A-z fluff Alphabet for Dioneo

Masterlist 11

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In the public eye, it’s soft touches and subtle (not really) glances but behind closed doors, you can’t keep your hands off each other

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Dioneo is top tier (boy) friend material; perfect listener and a deadpan sense of humor that always makes you grin

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

That tall frame with muscles biceps?? Born to cuddle, forced to be a doctor

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

As a doctor, he’s used to nore time nursing other patients and nobles but would not be a stranger to other domestic tasks, and if you ever got together, at least you would have some of the help for the home

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Chances are you would be the one calling it off because Dioneo could not conceive of any reason to let you go, and it would destroy him still

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Just say the word and set date and he’ll be there by your side, just as you desire.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, wants to make sure you feel safe around him, and keens for how gentle you are with him too

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Those arms are meant for hugging and holding, and you have no qualms reciprocating right back

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s canon he does fall hard and falls fast, so don’t be too surprised after a few days or even a week, at most

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very jealous and you see it cross his face if Tindaro tries to make advances towards you. He knows you don’t reciprocate but it’s a harsh reminder of the differences

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Dioneo just adores your lips, how sweet they taste when you kiss, but feels more smitten if you ever kissed his cheek

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Given his streak of patience, I’d say Dio would make children feel safe, indulging them with a story or two

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You and Dioneo try to enjoy the morning as much as possible with kisses and affection before there’s a banging at the door for the day

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sometimes passionately, but also so sweetly as it’s a refuge from the Plague ravaging outside

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Pretty early on, like as soon as you start talking to get to know each other.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It would take a lot to hurt him; and if anything, even if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings he wouldn’t bother you

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You may have not given second thought to any answers about yourself but Dio

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You were out walking the gardens with him early one morning before everyone else awoke, the sun peeked through to kiss your hair, an amused smile on your face as a butterfly landed on your hand

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective!! Mercenaries, diseased people trying to get in, just get tucked away right behind him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When is he NOT trying is more like it?? Grand gestures may or may not be your thing, but Dioneo always wants to communicate how much he cares for you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Self doubt or a form of all consuming jealousy if a noble gets too close to comfort with you

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Maybe just a healthy amount of “I know I look good” with a mix of “but I think you look better”

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Dioneo knows his work is a part of him but if he didn’t have you, the happiness and fulfillment and brighter optimism you’ve brought would cease

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Likes it when you cook (if you can), a homecooked meal can be a love language

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

The snobbish attitude or looking down on others just because of the circumstances of birth

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Maybe some light snores but you are entirely cuddled and tucked away safely under his biceps

[stormbreaker-290]

Noring

NOM NOM NOM

aUAGH-

fumkin

*C HOMP*

[mikeylivesattheend]

SO I finally read the first Unwind book by Neal Shusterman and wowowowow people were not lying it's so genuinely incredible. Like no joke, even if you read this goofy post read the first book. It's not perfect (looking at you 2007 era feminism) but it's haunting my thoughts. I don't think it will ever fade. And you know the one scene. You know.

What I'm saying is, even after reading (and starting the 2nd book) of this very grounded, fleshed out world, I had to look it up on a03. With Jason Todd 💀💀💀

It doesn't seem to exist so here's some AU ideas/HCs

Note: This is for fun, and I do not know the ending to the series. This post will spoil general plot points of the first and second books.

-Bruce is a moderate on unwinding. He would, of course, never unwind HIS kids but he trusts s c i e n c e and it follows logic

-just for fun, maybe the person who killed his parents was an awol unwind, and hes grateful that person was able to live on in a better form

-bruce wayne has great security, and the family is intense about preventing storked babies. But if a mother does try, they usually send at least 1k to help, and a lot of mothers go to his house to get some financial assistance

- dick traveled a lot, met a lot of different people. I think he met a lot of unwinds, and his parents were pro not murdering teens, but they couldn't house them for more than a day or two. The law pays more attention to transient spaces they can track after all

-all of this to say dick loved meeting and showing off to new people, and doesnt like the cops, and doesnt like that they get so scared. His parents/troupe influenced him a lot but no one has really said any of this aloud to him since he's so young. Hes never feared being unwound, not seriously.

-my ideal fic wouldnt be dick focused, so his character progression might be depressing here.

-he thinks unwinding is immoral, says it feels wrong, doesn't use words like soul. He is passionate about this issue when directly confronted, but he believes temporary help is the best he can provide.

-dick feels secure he wont be unwound for two reasons. Bruce knows hes too capable to be detained by cops. And dick knows that bruce couldn't live with himself if he condemned dick to a divided existence, no matter what his logic says.

-Unwinding is a huge blur of grey for batman in chaotic, unpredictable Gotham. For brucie wayne, clinking champagne glasses with a teenager's hands, complimenting an elderly investors washboard abs, unwinding is a fact of life. But for bruce wayne, the father, the son, unwinding would always be a prolonged muder. Bruce does not ponder those feelings deeply. He does all he can (he doesnt)

-Dick doesn't like that they rat on violent runaways/unwinding awols, but he knows they fill in lower gaps as goons. He hates it at first, and bruce does learn to ignore more. But dick learns the dangers of desperation. He meets nore people who agree with unwinding, tithes, and as he grows into larger scale problems/hero teams, he loses sight of the bigger government issue.

-all this to say, as an adult, dick does what all his parents did in a way (money, hidden spots he knows, advice he's picked up on) but his morals match bruces more than his parents. He thinks that tithing is okay if the kid is 17 and consents, understands that religion is personal, despises the state homes doing it the most (bruce has given so much to those leeches).

-i dont know enough about the teen titans to know how theyd feel, how that would impact dick, if he'd even /have/ the entire team or if some became unwound

-oh my god unrelated note clark as a teen, despite being very loved, was glad he was indestructible. Docs dont use kryptonite

-jason jason jason my boy jason. So yes unwind awols are pretty natural to him, working girls, hes against the process bc he knows a lot of families who do that to kids & he gets it

-in this au he could keep the canon backstory. It still hurts bc he especially feels then he was a burden, storked by one of willis' exes. Or he could be fully storked from the jump. His bio dad is dead, shelia is the only one alive. Bruce is more anti-shelia initially bc she storked him but he knows some people do want to see their kids later in life? This also impacts his early social clout, since storks are looked down on. Maybe especially so where he's a 'real' burden.

-hes a lot more intense than dick abt unwinds, is deeply paranoid bruce will unwind him and has to be reassured bruce would never personally do that. Jason doesnt want to use unwind body parts, but bruce will always choose jays life over his 'moral high ground.'

-honestly most of death with the family will feel the same, the main difference is Jay will have a guilty thought, wonder if it would have been better to let bruce unwind him, if robin should have served everyone (bruce did not threaten this, but kids have been unwound for a whole lot less).

- THE CRUX IS THAT JAY WAKES UP WHOLE BRAIN IN NEW BODY HORRIFIED HEHEHEGED

- this au uses the movie version of utrh with talua stuff, but add in that the brain cannot automatically connect to the body, this is very untested, and it takes like a year to make it work at all. No laz pit, the body is a military buff 16 year old but not excessively violent yaknow

-he still loses it bc "oh my god I was unwound, how did this happen? did bruce do it? no no? he couldnt. i died. where am i? talias oh shit - gotta go fast yeet"

- he goes to gotham, doesn't try to kill bruce but does realize how fucked he is. He can barely open doors, has to think constantly to walk. After moping for a while talia finds him, offers to train him, explains he was meant to be a gift. Jay says he doesnt want to go back to bruce, talia fucked him over, she seems guilty so the training still happens, mainly as an urge to finish what she started, and maybe fulfill that initial goal someday

- im the most torn on this bc i think jason would never want to risk being their guinea pig again.

-he does not kill anyone until its a parts pirate. Talia sent him to increasingly pro unwinding people to force his hand for sure. Either to have a reason to cut him off, or to make their moral worldviews align more.

-Jay is def vaguely suicidal, self disgust. So this is punishment for him + scumbags. It also puts the body to a purposeful use, in honor of the kid.

-body dysmorphia duh btw. After this im extra fuzzy on details for jay

- i want him to be part of the anti divisional group, I want him to be a more community driven hero. But is that really in character for him? How would the unwinding world impact his priorities? Would he operate in gothan as the red hood, work as a human trafficker to save those kids?

- this is also the reason I'm not focusing on characters that come after jason much. His impact would need to be felt in some way in the stories, but I dont know where yet

-i think tim is part of a much, much larger family here and he didnt go to a fancy school. In canon his grades are mid, and even tho his parents love him, he has a lot of competition.

- him being robin makes his life a lot harder. Maybe after jack +janet die the gov actually orders most of the kids to be unwound bc state ho budgets etc. The uncle thing is very legitimately needed lmao

- steph storks her baby yes, but now she's able to keep track of their life in a really unhealthy way.

-i don't know enough about babs to know how she'd feel. I think she might be for it, she might even heal her spine with it. But I'm not sold on that fully

-cass is radically anti unwind. She does go to bruce, but honestly in this au she might leave because he does condone it through his inaction

- the justice league must be pro unwinding for conflict in this world to work, and finding out the reasons for that would be so interesting. Hell maybe the justice league wouldn't really be a thing at all, with such clashing morals.

-and idk how unwind ends so no fuckin clue on resolving the conflict AND adding superheroes

Sorry this was so long, and for at least 5 typos. Please steal my ideas and write a better fic than i can ty 😘😘😘

I'll probably end up adding more jason details to this if/when I find a game plan for jay or finish the unwind dystology

[serjo-konahrik]

So I remembered that on scene from who knows which film and than looked at your AU and was like: "Yeah, that makes sense" and it's so silly you don't even need to answer, I just wanted to get this out of my head.

Petra: Okay, listen here, I have some news.

Aiden: Aw man, Petra..

Lukas: Your father or withersickennes?

Aiden: Evil side? What? What's wrong?

Petra: Why you're always assume someone's gonna die when I call?

Lukas: We all are too old and when I hear phonecall it means someone's near their tombstone.

Aiden: AND we're admins children. Everytime we met up someone is dying.

Petra: No, I'm marrying.

Aiden: What?

Lukas: Oh..

Aiden: To someone half of your age?

Petra: He's almost 30-

Lukas: Petra, my headache is almost 30.

Petra: Listen, man, when he's gonna be my age, I will-

Aiden: Dead. You'll be dead, Petra.

Lukas: Petra, Petra, Petra, you have your whole- well, what's left of your life ahead of you. Just.. look at Aiden! He's divorced, has miserable life, and I've been married for 20 years and dream of being as miserable as he is.

Petra: Maybe you'll support me for once? U know, like friends. For variety.

Lukas: Sorry, you're right, sorry..

Aiden: Yeah.

Lukas: That's.. ah, that's good news. We're happy that you finally going to marry.

Aiden: Hm.. well.. how did you- how did you propose?

Petra: Do you remember Ellegaard? She was my mentor for a while.

Lukas: Yeah, I like her!

Aiden: Good woman.

Petra: Well, she died and I.. I proposed during funeral.

Lukas:

Aiden:

Lukas: No comment. Aiden?

Aiden: In shock.

Silly, silly thing omg.. let's pretend Lukas somehow married and Aiden somehow divorced for the sake of joke.. hope I didn't upset u with that thing or something-

- Mr. C stands for Clingy

LMFAOOOO 8 KNOW WHAT YOURE REFERENCING PLEASE OH NY GOD

NORE OF THINGS LIKE THIS PLEASE THIS IS OLSO FUNNY PVGGG

[lifblogs]

Home is Behind

AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 3: Alternate Prompt - Abandoned @ailesswhumptober, @samatedeansbroccoli

Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 1302 Summary: After Tiernay supposedly murders her father, she is given to their enemy for marriage as her punishment, and as a trade to get her brother back. Tiernay is leaving home. A/N: This is part of an original story that's been stuck in my head since 2014.

Pronunciations (in order of appearance)

Tiernay - Tear-nee

Dúgáel - Dew-gell

Nordrith - Nore (pronounced liked "more")-drith

Lothian - L-ah-th-ee-an

Imlir - Im-l-ear

Podge - Pod-je (pronounced like the "ge" in "adage")

Mor Yriann - More Ear-ri-an

Achranah - A-krah (pronounced like the "a" in "bat")-nah

Caradoc - C-a (pronounced like the "a" in "bat")r-a-dock

Saoirse - Sur-sha (though it is pronounced a bit differently than this, but as I am not Irish I can't seem to figure out an equivalent with sound that would make this easier to pronounce)

Podge is Tiernay's domesticated bear. The domesticated bears are smaller than wild bears, their fur is fluffier/softer, they have smaller teeth, and their teeth are more blunt. Smaller and more blunt claws as well. Tiernay is 16, and Caradoc is 32. Kayne is 15, and was held captive for a year. WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, Age Gap, Murder, Gore READ ON AO3

Tiernay couldn’t help it—she looked back through the curtain as the carriage began to move. Behind here were row after row of lightly-armored soldiers on horses, a man in front flying a blue banner featuring a wolf’s head. This wasn’t her banner, Dúgáel’s banner. This was their enemies’, the Nordrith. This blue signaled danger, and in the past had called her forces to fight. 

She eyed the stocky horses, and even they were strange to her—they possessed thicker fur than the ones she was used to, a trait indicative of the colder weather that lay ahead of her.

She looked past them, to her silver city of Lothian, towers rising against the green mountains of Imlir. Angling her head, almost till her neck hurt, she thought she could see the castle, her home. And was that a sparkle of the blue waters it lay upon?

Face crumpling, she wondered if Podge was being held somewhere, waiting for her return. Had he been fed while she had spent weeks in a dungeon? Had anyone decided to care for him? Did he think she had abandoned him?

Oh gods. No. Was he even alive?

That thought alone had her muscles tensing, and she told them to still, to not try to run. She wouldn’t even make it out of the carriage.

Still a whimpering grew in her head. Podge.

The waters disappeared, and she felt what was somehow left of her chip away.

Her new home would still have a view of those waters, of the Mor Yriann Sea, but what would they be like? They were on the edge of the Achranah—vast waters that went beyond lands she knew. Her home would be near dark cliff sides, unescapable, the sea surely angry and foamy below, whereas she knew it as gentle, most times.

Her stomach churned thinking of what awaited her, of the marriage she was forced into. The family who betrayed her.

An ache grew in her throat, and her eyes pricked and nearly flooded over with tears. Her home now blurry behind her, she let the curtain fall back, and she resumed her seat. Besides, was it really her home anymore? Home was where you were wanted, where you were safe, where you were fought for.

Instead, her own mother had called her a murderer.

Oh, her father!

Dead. Dead. Just like her sister. At least she hadn’t raised a hand against her sister.

No, that wasn’t me who killed my father! It couldn’t be.

Yet images flashed in her head of blood splattering on her, of her father looking at her, confused, hurt, as he brought his hands up to his now-bloody throat. He fell, and he couldn’t stop his blood from leaving his body.

He struggled to speak, maybe to say her name, maybe to ask why, why, how could you do this to me?

And Tiernay wasn’t in control of her body. She tried to move, to cry, even, and she just stood there, someone else’s dagger in hand, covered in her father’s blood, watching as it coated the stone floor, the puddle growing larger and larger. How could that much blood truly be in someone’s body?

She couldn’t breathe.

A slight pain made itself known to her, and through the ringing she just noticed was in her ears she thought someone was calling her name.

There was only one other person in that damned carriage with her.

A man’s hand was on her knee.

Tiernay pulled back, realizing where she was: in a carriage with her soon-to-be husband.

She had gotten one hand under her sleeve, nails digging into the skin of her forearm. She pulled it away, clenching her fist instead.

A tear fell, and she tried to dry her eyes before any more did so.

Her knee burned where that large hand was still on her. She wasn’t sure if she could ask him to remove it.

“Are you all right?”

Caradoc, King of Nordrith, gave her a gentle smile. Yet his lips weren’t lifted all the way, most of his face not adding itself to that smile. His blue eyes seemed dark, somehow—dark with intentions she could only guess at. This was her enemy, her family’s enemy. They’d been fighting for over a hundred years, and here she was in a carriage with him because her family had abandoned her. He was tall, and slim—slimmer than the men of Dúgáel tended to be—and with long hair of gold, a shaven face (yet another oddity to her), she supposed he could be attractive. He probably was to his own people, but she knew she would never feel that. At all. Not just because he had held her brother captive, even taken one of his fingers with his signet ring and sent it to them in an oaken box, not just because of how many of their soldiers he’d killed in battle, or how many of her own men he’d ordered to die, how many families he left without fathers, brothers, and sons, but because of one simple thing: he was a man.

Tiernay stared down at the hand on her knee, unable to swallow. Saliva built up in her mouth.

This was to be her husband. This cruel man.

And she was alone. So alone.

With a pang in her chest, Tiernay thought of Saoirse—with her brown curls, and blue eyes, eyes that were much sweeter than Caradoc’s. Tiernay had once wished she could count every freckle on her face, perhaps every freckle hidden beneath her dresses too, strewn like stars across her creamy skin. Would she have laughed at the touch of her lips as they tickled her?

How long would it take Saoirse to laugh again now that Tiernay was gone? Would it have the same wild abandon that so often got her in trouble during her lessons? Would she still look for Tiernay through the bakery window as she helped her father’s customers up front?

No, she thought with a bitterness in her heart. Kayne would be there for her now.

They hadn’t even let Tiernay see her brother before she left. He’d been returned to them, and now what would he think of her? Tiernay, the murderer. Would he try to assassinate her now that he could take his rightful place on the throne? Would he curse her name with every breath? Tiernay wished she could tell Caradoc to stop touching her, but perhaps she deserved it. She was bitter and broken inside. Her older sister was dead of a strange, prolonged illness. Her father was dead by her hands… somehow, and Kayne would be king, and she’d never see him again; maybe at court functions, but she could imagine his accusatory glare.

She was alone, abandoned to this awful man, a man twice her age.

Tiernay held in her tears, willing all of her to dry up, to hide.

It didn’t quite work, but perhaps someday soon it would. She hoped so. The pain, the loneliness, was just too much.

As she sat there she wanted to die. How could someone hurt so much and yet their heart kept pumping? How could that hurt not seep into all of her and kill her? How was she screaming and beating against herself inside and her outside barely moved? How was this her world, her life?

With everything a confusing blur in her head, she forced a smile with trembling cheeks, and lied to her future husband, “I’m fine.”

The road stayed smooth for now, but by nightfall it’d become more of a wide, dirt track. By nightfall her city would be behind her, and so would her family who didn’t want her.

Home was behind, and she didn’t want to know what lay ahead.

[meowse]

Backstory: Nore

First draft of my first Tav's backstory, I'll be playing her at launch. She and Karimir are based off characters from my novel. c:

Disappointment. It was a term she knew well; the label that had been slapped onto her station for her various misdeeds, not the least of which included her disappearance. Her favorite scandal, such as it was. 

She liked the taverns of the lower city best, where the drinks were cheap and the laughter was loud and she didn't have to think about herself, or her array of little disappointments. There was a (perhaps false) security in all the noise and fanfare and in the swath of drunkards singing out-of-tune with aspiring bards, but she couldn’t deny the spectacle of it. She'd traveled up and down the sword coast, following bard troupes and lingering in lonely taverns at the side of the road, but her first steps in the city of Baldur’s Gate had firmly rooted her in its grasp – in those short months that followed, there would be no question of her love for it, or its people. Her name was Nore, short for Anora, and she’d long abandoned her family’s name. At Karimir’s suggestion, she’d opted to take the name Farthing instead, Anora Farthing. Honor in the least amount.

Tonight, she sat just out of reach of all the Blushing Mermaid’s merriment – though still close enough to enjoy it. She preferred to watch, to spectate rather than participate. Participation led to flirtation, and flirtation resulted in either heightened expectations or weeks-long drunken affairs that she could hardly remember. She just couldn’t help herself. And tonight, Karimir was late.

It came as no surprise. Archfey weren’t known for their punctuality, but they were even less known to meet their investments in such crowded, public spaces. Karimir had long distinguished himself as an odd benefactor, for numerous reasons. Most notably, Nore’s end of their bargain had gone completely unfulfilled in the thirteen years since they’d made their pact, and he was... oddly unbothered by it. It wasn’t as if she had tried to avoid him, or even the nature of his terms. He was to call upon her for a favor or a boon, to which she’d have to comply without question. In exchange, he’d offered her safe passage out of the Feywild, in addition to a number of little tricks to elude her long-estranged family. But he hadn’t come to collect, not once in those thirteen years. You just owe me a favor, he had once said, with a noncommittal shrug and a pointed smile. In the years that followed, she found that ambiguity to be far worse than a set of clearly defined terms, and the constant anxiety of Karimir materializing at her bedside tended to haunt her far more than any beast or being. 

So far, the only demand of his was that he met with her often, and always in public, often once or twice a month. He always had questions for her. How was her life going, back in Faerun? Did she miss the Feywild, did she want to return? Did she miss her family? No, no, and certainly not. And every time, he’d have a few drinks with her and share a few laughs before leaving her with the bill. Every single time. Which was perfectly fine, after all, how could she complain? Except for the fact that he’d always down the most expensive bottle of wine in the establishment, eyes darting around the room with a hunger she couldn’t quite discern. It was as if he was waiting for something, waiting for the opportunity to call her forth and make her make good on their long-held bargain. 

“What’ll ya have?” came a voice, bringing her thoughts screeching to a halt. A halfling woman grinned at her side, hand on her hip as she waited patiently for Nore to order. Her hair was in long, bouncy curls, and her cheeks were rosy from running table to table. Her name might have been Flora – Nore wasn’t exactly sure. Behind her, a fight was beginning to brew between a half-elf and a human, their noses nearly touching as each of them puffed out their chests. 

“I’ll have,” Nore said hesitantly, eyeing the other tables in the tavern for some inspiration. She then offered the woman an almost lazy smile and said, “the cheapest red you’ve got.” 

“Drinking alone, huh?” the woman said, nodding sympathetically, the slightest pink tinge in her cheeks. Nore wondered if the woman thought she’d been stood up; it seemed the verdict was still out on that one. “Back in a second, honey.”

“Thanks,” Nore mumbled, tucking a lock of hair behind one of her sharp ears. She watched the woman go, maneuvering easily through the throng of patrons, before a commotion near the door caught her attention. Even the fighting pair turned their heads from each other, to face the tavern’s entrance with renewed interest. 

“Everyone! My bleeding father’s finally passed!” came a loud, commanding voice. The crowd paused in unison, unsure of how to react to the news, before the speaker continued – “This one’s on me, dear friends!” 

Perhaps it was his influence, the power of an archfey – or the promise of another drink. But there was a raucous applause, a raising of drinks, and a renewed fervor in which the bard played her tune. An air of revelry seemed to pervade the room; the fighting pair were on each other again, throwing both fists and obscenities at each other, while the sound of drinks slamming on the tables drowned out most conversation. The crowded tavern was ignited once more, and the halfling was nowhere to be found – likely struggling now to get through a more exuberant crowd. Nore rolled her eyes; it wasn’t the flashiest of entrances that Karimir had made, but he couldn’t enter a room without putting on some kind of performance.

A man entered her field of vision, pushing carefully though the crowd of dancers and drinkers with his eyes settled firmly on her. She watched as his features began to meld, one disguise traded for another, the barest flash of violet crossing his eyes as his form turned from a short, stocky human to a handsome, wiry elf. He passed through the crowd with a fluidity the halfling server couldn’t match, eyes remaining on Nore the entire time, his smile sharp and his ears sharper. No one seemed to notice the change in his appearance, or his presence at all for that matter, save for Nore. It sent a chill down her spine.

“You’re right where I left you,” he said as he reached her little table, in the far corner of the tavern. “Isn’t this the same table as last time?”

“Not even close,” Nore said, crossing her arms. “You’re not actually going to pay for that round, are you?”

“Yeah, you’ll want to clear out before they look to you for the bill,” he said with a grin. As an elf, he’d chosen to sport pale lavender skin and deep golden eyes, a mirror of Nore’s features. They could have been related; perhaps that’s what he was going for. Family members going out for a drink – few things were so normal. 

“Thanks for the warning,” she said, leaning back in her seat. 

“You’re quite welcome, Anora,” he said. The menace in his tone was quiet, subtle; his pointed tone in her given name implied the sort of danger she was very familiar with, even if not from him. A chill streaked down her spine, but she couldn’t find the words to fumble an apology before he spoke again, this time in a far more pleasant lilt. “You should know, your family’s still looking for you.”

“And I still don’t want to be found,” she said coldly, looking at anything but him. The halfling server appeared, just two tables away, red wine in hand. 

“You won’t be,” Karimir assured her with a lazy grin, following her gaze. As the woman arrived at their table, he snatched the wine in Nore’s stead, swifter than either woman could register, and took a hearty swig. “You can be certain of that.”

“Good.”

“Twins, huh?” the woman interrupted, before clapping a hand over her mouth. Both Nore and Karimir stared at her with no small measure of confusion, before she awkwardly stepped away from their table.

“She seems fun."

"She was. I think." Nore frowned, unsure if it was the same woman she'd been with weeks prior. She was sure she knew those dark curls from somewhere.

"Alright, answer me this, Nore. Because the question comes to mind every single time your dear family members come calling,” Karimir started. He sipped the wine with a furrowed brow, leaning back in his seat. “Why leave Evermeet and cross the seas in the Feywild, only to come crying to me, when you could have just as easily charmed the pants off any soul on that island? You had many more tickets to freedom than myself.”

Nore frowned. Her family still hadn’t given up their search, hadn’t declared her dead and just fucking moved on with their lives. Once, she was primed to become a member of the Sad Queen’s Council of Matrons… but that all went to shit when the Queen died. That was Nore’s window, her chance to bail — and she had taken it without even a second glance backward. But her family just couldn’t give up on her, not even for the rumors she and Karimir had worked to carefully spread through Evermeet. Not even when they knew Feylost had a way of returning to the material plane wrong, but that hadn’t stopped her family from searching, from wanting to physically drag her back to Evermeet, kicking and screaming, where she’d be doomed to marry another noble or take up some important station or become a fucking councilor. Maybe the propensity to wander was in her blood — something her sun elf mother had once reminded her of constantly. It wasn't that they were cruel, or that they'd even force her to do it; it was their desperation, their need for her to return.

“I suppose… you were my best shot of never going back. Never returning to that place,” Nore said. She could still feel every wave lapping at her little boat, out in that open sea. Could still feel Karimir’s cold hands on her warm ones, promising her everything would be alright. 

“How very wise of you to choose me, if a bit boring. And believe me, Nore — return, you shall not." Karimir looked almost smug, she thought — as if he enjoyed the idea of having such power over her, even if he wouldn’t exercise it. 

“Give me something to do, then. Some way to pay you back,” Nore said. The server seemed perplexed by the exchange, opting to walk away instead of asking questions. Probably the right move. As with every one of Karimir’s visits, Nore struggled to keep her frustration in check; it was difficult not to make demands of him, even though she had to remind herself he was an Archfey. They didn’t take kindly to such things.

“As I’ve told you countless times, you owe me a favor. Don’t be ungrateful, Nore, look at the benefits you’ve reaped.” He held up his hands dramatically, and began to count off of his fingers. “I plucked you right out of certain death in the Feywild and gave you freedom from your noble family, freedom from their expectations and that lovely Diamond Road, a brand-new life in the bowels of Faerun.” He paused to scoff at their surroundings before continuing, “I still can’t imagine why you’d live here when you have a personally curated selection of powers from yours truly to keep you safe from all things that go bump in the night.”

The last four words were whispered, but with such clarity they seemed to drown out the sounds of the tavern around them. 

“And I appreciate all of that, but – ”

“No ‘buts’, little girl.”  He always called her that despite her being well over two hundred years old, just to piss her off. Perhaps it was meant to shame her, for having stayed in the service of her family for so long. She was far from royal, of course, but there were expectations that came with being the firstborn daughter of a noble house in Evermeet. Certain liberties that Nore refused to part with, even if for the good of her family’s standing – they were the kind of things that drove her to get lost in the seas beyond her island home. Running away was the coward’s choice, the honorless approach. But it was what she’d chosen. 

“You may not be so eager to offer your services when I come calling,” Karimir said, clicking his tongue in disapproval. And with that, he downed the rest of the glass without hesitation, frowning as he turned his gaze back to her. He narrowed his eyes at her, annoyed. “This is gross.”��

“I know,” Nore said with a smirk, just as the fighting pair came to their final kicks and punches only a few feet from where they were sitting. The half-elf threw the last, obviously decisive blow, and his opponent crumpled to the ground. There was an uproar of applause and whooping from the patrons, at which Nore joined in to cheer for just a moment. 

Karimir sighed as she sat back down, turning the glass over in his hands with ease, as if it were no lighter than a single gold coin. “I’ll admit, Nore, given your background I thought you’d live a little more… grandly than the bowels of Baldur’s Gate.” 

“I’ve gotten used to it,” she said. Elfsong Tavern was closer to home, but the lack of live (or living) music stopped her going. Maybe it was the fights she liked. Maybe it was the illicit deals in The Blushing Mermaid that always, always kept things interesting. Or maybe the drinks were just cheaper. 

“So you’re happy?” 

“I suppose. Why, should I get my affairs in order?” she asked, half-jokingly, but the Archfey just narrowed his eyes. “Am I living on borrowed time or something?”

“All mortal time is borrowed,” Karimir said flippantly, raising the glass high above his head and standing to look above the crowd. Nore couldn’t see who he was nodding to, but he seemed to get his message across as he turned back to face her. As an elf, she had far more years at her disposal than the average resident of Faerun, but even her lifetime was nothing compared to the Archfey sitting across from her. She shuddered to think of how it might be shortened due to the pact. 

“Why do you always ask me these questions? Why do you always want to meet me here, and why do you always, always leave me with the bill?”

“Because I want to know, Nore,” he said, keeping her in annoyed suspense.

“Know what?” 

“If you’ve found what you were looking for, all those years ago.” It wasn’t an answer, of course. To any of her questions. The halfling woman returned to their table with a bottle of what Nore assumed was a much more decadent red wine along with two glasses, eyes averted from the pair. Nore instantly wanted to slap him. He’d definitely leave her with the bill again now that she said something. Fuck. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” she lied, frowning. She would not give him the satisfaction, would not offer him the loneliness or the endless quiet that hung over her life like a crushing weight, ready to drop. She would never return to her family, that was true. But she was beginning to wonder if she’d ever have anything else to return to, anything or anywhere she could belong to. 

“I suppose not,” he said with a grin of sharp teeth, the disguise wavering for just a moment. He took the bottle delicately and poured the wine for each glass, his movements smooth and concise. “But then, there is my answer.” 

She supposed she should have been insulted at his disappointed tone, and she most certainly was. But she took the drink he offered with just the same surety as she had taken his bargain, and drank deeply. 

[jeanthelove]

Helloooo please read

Hi I am jeanthelove but y'all can call me jean for short um I make smut and some other things I also take request but I have a few experiences writing but it's hard to upload but I will try and I have a few character's sooo yeah

What I write : 💁🏾‍♀️

Smut

Fluff

Normal (if that's a thing 💀)

What I don't write : 🙅🏾‍♀️

Angst

Character for y'all

Why I don't write a character for y'all : y'all did not come here for that and nore did I or I'm not writing that

Why I don't write angst : I just don't like it but I might change that but until then it's a no sorry 🤷🏾‍♀️

People I write for : anyone tho if I don't know them I will look them up

(My character's)

( you don't have a character for y'all but I do have outfits,make up looks, hair, nails, and shoe's for y'all a lot I know 🙃)

Zoe (your best friend)

" bitch your my soul mate ♡"

-bad bitch

-very smart

-kind and nice

-bi

-Really funny

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Anthony ( your friend)

"Stfu nigga 🙄" (y'all I promise I'm black 😭)

-nice but mean at the same time

-goofy

-pan ( and if you don't know what pan is it is where you like every thing sooo yeah)

-stupid

-hard headed

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James ( other friend)

"Shut the hell up..... damn!!"

-hella mean but some what nice

-good cook

-straight

-some what smart

-always have something to say

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what these /'s sand for in my story's

Y/n = your name

N/n or y/n/n = your nickname

Y/f/c = your favorite color

Y/f/f = your favorite food

Y/f/s = your favorite snack

( last your favorite I promise 😭)

Y/f/c = your favorite candy

Y/h/c = your hair color

Y/n/c = your nail color

Y/s/c = your shoes color

Y/e/c = your eye color

I think I got more but I don't know right now soooo 😅

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All right that's all I had to say so yeah I'm about to start writing some stories that's all but I kinda want to call y'all something...... I think I want to call y'all my baby cupcakes or my baby chocolate chips I don't know y'all choose but that's all I wanted y'all to know bye bye hope y'all have a lovely day and thank you for reading this and more ❤️

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BANG! @southernvangard #radio Ep368! Summer is in full swing - Doe and Meeks are here for every single second of it. A brand new bottle of Rowan’s Creek kicked off this weeks episode something lovely, you don’t want to miss this one. In other news, we hit Affiliate status on the Southern Vangard Twitch channel this week - make sure you show your appreciation for 8 years, 368 mix shows and over 250 interviews by subscribing. With that sub, you get some fly custom emotes designed by the one and only WHITE SAYED, and you support the best hip-hop mix show / podcast / Twitch stream on the planet. Yeah that’s right we still ya daddys and YOU WAAAAALCOME!!!!! #SmithsonianGrade #WeAreTheGard // southernvangard.com // @southernvangard on all platforms #undergroundhiphop #boombap #DJ #mixshow #interview #podcast #ATL #WORLDWIDE #RIPCOMBATJACK

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"Konnected" - 2 Eleven & T.F ft. Trizz

"Wind Parade" - J Scienide X Napoleon The Legend

"Yeah" - Rec Riddles & Capo

"Kami's Lookout" - Mvck Nyce

"Excuses (The Beatjunkie314 Remix)" - Edo. G & Mr. Skip

"Chatham Kids" - Vic Monroe

Talk Break Inst. - "Everywhere I Go" - Dub Sonata

"Money 2 Burn" - Substance810 & Observe ft. DJ Grazzhoppa

"Episodes" - Hus Kingpin & SmooVth (prod. Giallo Point)

"Special Sauce" - 2 Eleven & T.F ft. Roc Marciano

"Inspired By Martial Arts" - NapsNdreds (prod. Nottz)

"Flushing / Lefrak" - Royal Flush ft. N.O.R.E.

"Ice Man" - Hus Kingpin & SmooVth ft. M.A.V. & SageInfinite (prod. Macapella)

Talk Break Inst. - "Somebody Shoulda Warned Ya" - Dub Sonata

"Mayor Of Bronzeville" - Waterr & Spanish Ran ft. Vic Spencer

"Ghostdrop" - DNTE & Hagakure

"Rack Em Willie" - Rec Riddles & Capo ft. The Bad Seed

"Make A Deposit" - Substance810 & Observe ft. Josiah The Gift

"The Whole Leaf" - The F.O.G. (AOS & J Biz) ft. Dynas

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"Who Am I (Remix)" - Sound Providers ft. Grap Luva

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"I Juswannachill" - Large Professor

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[wandrinson]

Two more Curses that are effective and will mark the intended for despair and in due time a scourge upon any happiness and bring realization of deserving it...

1...the Curse of Ultimate Truth....to bring the intended to confront the truth of who they are and the harm that they bring others, in ways to which the intended cannot deny, dismiss, distance themselves from, refuse to take blame or willingly believe themselves the victims...

And The Curse of Hearts Desire...Curse the intended to have every wish or desire or dream, to come swiftly to pass. Only to find them given at the high price of something they will lose or willingly sacrifice, this bringing them what they once thought they wanted needed or could not do without.

NOTE..i find in curses the use of a container of ill will and intent is very useful and provides some insulation between the malice required for an effective curse, and oneself and ones environment..I use a small pot and lid filled with salt, pins, glass shards nails thornes and ugly nasty bits..i use rubbing alcohol to create a pot of flaming nasty painful ugly venom and disgust. Ill often spit or add other bodily excretions in small amounts. Oh and oiur un as much negative wmotuonal energy as it will take. When finished i cover, seal ,and put it away out of sight...

🗡️ Jinxes, Hexes, & Curses 🗡️

🗡️  JINXES -  quick-lasting, harmless but mean-spirited.

nox - a spell to end a source of light or positivity

your heart in my hand -  to send someone nightmares and to feel a general sense of being lost in life

burn your wishes - a simple curse to destroy someone’s wishes

spell of shattered sight -  a spell that makes a person only see the most ugly aspects of themselves and others around them

🗡️ HEXES - mal-intended spells with temporary effects. 

burst your bubble -  a simple curse to destroy someone’s ego/hope

hex for a player -  a curse from scorned lovers to the one breaking hearts, to give them difficulty finding anyone to be with romantically/sexually

cerberus hex - attacks what hurts things under plutonic protection spell

breezeblocks curse -  to affect someone you resent for leaving

pumpkin head - seasonal hex to “burn” those who wrong you

bad moon rising - a revenge curse, general misfortune for a month

🗡️ CURSES - intense, powerful and long lasting.  

to sink a sailor -  to symbolically drown someone 

marooned sailor curse -  a curse to strand them alone in life. 

avada kedavra - a curse not to kill, but to make the target feel death’s presence in their life. 

imperius curse -  to make the intended feel helpless, that things in their life are out of their power and control

cruciatus curse  - to create pain in the life of the intended, whether physical or emotional

seven devils curse -  a curse to burn the kingdom of and haunt the target

thorn in my side - a curse for abusers

red in your ledger - to return the hurt someone has done

if you take issue with cursing, jinxing, or hexing, that is your craft, but please do not add onto this post telling witches not to curse because “karma”, “the three fold law” or whatever.  mind your own craft. 

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