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REBLOG IF YOUR MUSE IS A HOT DAD

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Reblog if you love your muse!

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HELLO (theloyalservant)

Send me a HELLO and i'll answer...

@theloyalservant

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS. [ he doesnt get super excited that easily ]

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[xxx] YES.

Sex?:

[xxx] Let’s do it. [ he’s an open guy, and loves to help out ]

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[barapapafolkvar]

Send me a HELLO and i'll answer...

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

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The Dutch zoo Ouwehands Dierenpark (city of Rhenen) unusual white lion plush pet different dishes. The photo lion chewing on pumpkin stuffed with chicken

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“The hell’d ya get yourself into, birdbrain? I prefer you not all beaten up, surprisingly enough.” Despite the jests, his face still harbored more concern, than anything. The man was gentle in the way he pushed Noah onto his back. After all, this was the easiest way to do things. One massive hand was wrapped about the angel’s wrist, while the other took of of the elbow joint. “Just brace your feet on the ground, alright? Not gonna jerk you around, but a little resistance would do heaps of help in this situation.”

As an added measure, Folkvar rested his thigh over Noah’s torso, just putting enough weight to hopefully keep the angel from slipping about. Once everything was set, the man began his count, though it would certainly be quicker than expected. “Okay, darlin’. One....two-three.”

There was a consistent pull towards himself, fast, but not quick enough to be considered a jerk. It was lucky for the both of them that angel’s shoulder wished to cooperate. Folkvar never really like this kind of procedure, and tried to avoid it when possible. After all, there was no getting past the fact that it would be painful, and that it was him who caused the pain. When the shoulder was set, the skin changer had moved away slightly, and carefully brought Noah up into a sitting position, close enough so that he could rest against the giant if he so wished.

“Mmghh…” His throat was dry and scratchy, his muscles were aching now that the adrenaline rushing through his veins had slackened, and he was certain that at least two of his ribs had been broken in the ensuing scuffle with one of the Council’s death squads. The multitude of lacerations and bruises had at least been properly shrouded through the use of the roll of bandages that Noah always kept on his person. When one made a living off of fighting, it was a necessity, after all!

Truthfully, Noah had no idea who the approaching stranger was, at least from a distance. While Folkvar may have easily towered above most human men, in the distance, he appeared just as anyone else would have: a barely discernible dot on the horizon. However, once Folkvar had crossed a sufficient distance, Noah would have been an imbecile to not immediately recognize Rinnah’s father. Only his own son made the ground shake like that when he was running somewhere, and he knew full well that Davojh was safely at home in the Stonehorn Mountains.

“Folkvar. If there are any gods up there, they must be laughing themselves into a coma right about now,” he scoffed beneath his breath as the titanic brute looked him over thoroughly. While the blood stained through the bandages slightly, it was obvious that this was not the first time that Noah had to patch himself up after a throwdown. “Never could get the hang of fixing my shoulder when it does this. Just do a quick count to three and pop it back in, big guy.”

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The behemoth of a man had been traveling for quite some time, hopping from town to town, and taking in the occasional job while there. Hopefully, he would be able to find his daughter some time soon. It had been much too long, and he regretted ever leaving in the first place, despite the need. His gaze had been off in the distance, with just enough focus on his surroundings to keep him from bumping into anything. This upcoming town would be a good one to find information about his daughter; being rather central to these lands.

His attention had suddenly come all together, then, at the sound of a voice. Folkvar’s head tilted a moment, before a smirk settled on his features. That was definitely a familiar voice, and the owner of it was certainly someone he was fond of. The skin changer had half a mind to throw some playful snark back at the angel, but refrained as he grew closer. The other man was sitting on the ground, clutching at himself, and the concern came rushing forward.

Folkvar began hurrying, then, and ran to his side, quickly squatting next to him. Brows furrowed with concern as he assessed what was wrong, and was relieved to see that it was only what appeared to be a dislocation. There was no blood to smell, which was good, and Noah certainly wouldn’t be grabbing at broken bones.

“Need me to pop that thing back in, darlin’?”

It wasn’t as if a dislocated shoulder was a rarity for him. In all honesty, the celestial warrior lived a life in which fifty to sixty percent of it was familiarizing himself in the ways in which one patched one’s self up after a particularly grueling fight on the battlefield. Today was no different in that regard, but there was certainly something different. 

He had a tendency of having someone assist him with popping his shoulder back into place, whether it be one of his celestial comrades or even the local butcher or blacksmith who owed him a favor. Sitting on the roadside among the growing green grass with a plethora of bandages concealing the injuries he had sustained when escaping from his persistant pursuers, the foul-mouthed blond finally found himself in quite the pickle. No one to help. Well, that was until he spotted an approaching figure in the distance, striding along the dirt pathway that lead straight toward the nearest town. It was the prime opportunity for Noah to get the sweet relief he sought by seeking assistance from this wanderer. To where they went or where they came from? He had no idea. Whether they were a benevolent or malevolent entity was beyond his scope of observation. All that was important to him was getting some much-needed relief by fixing up that banged-up shoulder he cradled tightly in one squeezing hand.

“Hey! Yeah, you!” He couldn’t exactly wave them down, but it wasn’t as if this was a bustling marketplace where one had to really discern where a voice like that was coming from. Plus, that demanding, haughty tone could have only belonged to a man who looked as grumpy as Noah.

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One of Pumba Private Game Reserves white lions

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White Lion

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He chuckled at the press of her hand, before lifting her up further. Folkvar ever-so-gently touched his forehead to hers. “You are a wee cub, ain’t ya?” His brows furrowed slightly, before he gave the babe a quick sniff. Large, blue eyes widened then, though they softened quickly, with a smile. “Oh, lil Hannah, what happened?”

Carefully, the massive man reached down and plucked the tiny Hannah up from the ground, and quickly cradled her in the crook of his elbow. He lifted her to his chest, "Howdy, lil darlin'." Folkvar began purring, then, letting his chest rumble so she could feel it. [ barapapafolkvar ]

Big man, big warm man… she’s going to pat his chest with her starfish palm.

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Photography aussie228430 (?)

Lion White Male with Cub Cuddling

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Leucistic male white lion by catfishphotography http://ift.tt/1QxOzYD

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What's papa Folkvar's favorite way to relax?

[ Favorite way to relax? Well, he is like a big cat, after all, so he loves to take naps in sunbeams.

Other methods of relaxation include:

-laying in front of, and watching a fire-curling up in a pillow nest-letting Rin play with, or brush, his hair-having a pint…or just a whole barrel of ale, really-taking hot baths-getting massages-sometimes sex…but usually not ]

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The Murray twins have their kittens, but their parents train the big cats, all in a stunning palate of black and white - black panthers, white tigers, snow leopards. But the jewel in the Murrays’ crown is definitely their pair of white lions - one lion, one lioness, and every hair on their bodies is a pale silvery white. Even their eyes are the color of the inside of oyster shells.