#gallant caleb

[captainmera]

A gallant in distress!

idk, I'm just having fun with these two. :''')

[igotsnothing]

Pose by @helgatisha

[historia-vitae-magistras]

When you said Jack never came back from World War One, what did you mean? Do different countries have different ability to revive?

I mean it in a poetic way. A running theme in my writing is the facets of humanity lost and found across a life span. I think most people can put flowers on the grave of someone they used to be. Jack's is just somewhat literal.

The usual story is of Gallipoli as a birth of a country the beginning of a national identity. The baptism of blood and fire. There's this construction of a mythos around it for both Australians and New Zealanders. I... Kind of accidentally put that arse over the kettle because it's the place I killed him. There's a quote from Game of Thrones of all places "kill the boy and let the man be born." Anzac Cove, Lone Pine, Quin's Post. These are the places I took him and to a lesser extent Zee, apart.

There's something very sad in the enthusiasm with which the Australians in particular went to war. The western world went to war in 1914 in a storm of hysterical nationalist joy but it always read a bit— more earnest from the Australians. Maybe they were just less subdued than Canadians or Brits or New Zealanders, I don't know. It's a good part imperial delusion but it's not like all of these men were entranced with the imperial project. Men like William Sing and Caleb Shang were a part of the Australian expeditionary forces too.

Jack, as an individual, isn't raised on heroism. He knows what his father is, he knows what soldiers did in his own territory. But there was this glamour to it. This sense of bravery and decency have to exist somewhere and maybe it is on the battlefield. Certainly there are countless stories. They give out medals. In the American part of the anglosphere, courage and bravery are the terms most used but for the Commonwealth, it is gallantry we think of as deserving medals. In effect it means Bravery but also has this connotation of chivalry and decency. He has women in his life who have shaped him as much as the men and rough hewn but honest decency is something he thinks the world needs more of. He thinks war will make more of it. He thinks a kind and spirited boy will become a gallant but fair man.

Instead, his sister buries that boy on a spare bit of the cliff face.

The man who comes back isn't depraved, he's still funny and friendly. But his anger is darker and his optimism is tainted by fatalism. He stops trying on a lot of things. He protests constantly, refuses to play as a team or fight at all sometimes and becomes a bit hedonistic. And misanthropic. So misanthropic. He's always liked animals a bit more than people but oh it got so much worse after WW1.

[cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal]

I was tagged by the mad bastard @the-cooler-sidestep to subject you all to my weird music collection. Thanks, fam!

Rules: shuffle your repeat playlist ten times and tag ten people

Links are to Youtube for people without Spotify. No flashing videos. Most are just cover art and audio or lyric videos.

Gallant Ones by Hiroyuki Sawano

Demon by Moonchild Sanelly and Sad Night Dynamite

Manta Rays by Ludo

Stuck in Gravity by Of Monsters and Men

Messy by Bronze Avery

You Can Leave Your Hat On by Caleb Hawly

Big Spender by Smiler

Frankensteined by Luke Black and Majed

Kabira by Pritam

Come Follow Me Down by George Taylor

Alright, I don't know who all has been tagged in this so far, so I'm just gonna go for it. I'm tagging @cami-chats, @swordsandspectacles, @parragone, @serenpedac, @evilbunnyking, @coastalqueries, @honeyglas, @silvery-bluish, @just-a-tiny-goldfish, and @idlenight

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Can I request that #4 as well, only it’s the Empire Kids instead?

4. Protecting other characters from harm even when they know they'll get hurt

Beau has a job to do, and she takes that job seriously. Get in the monster's face, pop pop, take the hits so the others don't have to, so the others can work their magic from afar. She likes this job, likes getting into the sweat and the blood and the thick of it, likes the throbbing bruises that tell her she's succeeded. Her training gives her the abilities to outmaneuver and outlast even the wiliest opponents, and using that to the Nein's advantage is just so satisfying.

Until she gets distracted. They're here in the Lebenda Swamp, at the behest of the Cobalt Soul, and they're trying to take care of this nest of grotesque, many-tentacled swamp monsters, and there's just so much going on at once. The thick of it is everywhere, and as fast as she is, she keeps getting snatched up and waved around like these monsters are children playing with dolls. She manages to avoid most of the teeth—razor-sharp and simply too many to count—but it's hard to hit these things in their fleshy underbellies from thirty feet up in the air.

She manages to wriggle herself free, slipping from the slimy tentacle and crashing to the ground harmlessly, but she can't book it for the monsters' center mass because Jester is half-conscious on the ground beside her. She kneels next to her friend's head, rooting around in her side pouch for a healing potion. "Fuck, come on, Jes," Beau mutters, trying to tip Jester's head up to administer the draught.

There is a telltale whistling in the air behind her. She doesn't have to look to know its source: a tentacle, slim and deadly fast, is whipping toward her, and if it strikes true, it'll knock this potion right from Jester's mouth and probably crack Beau's spine into two for the hell of it. She tenses her muscles to leap away, but before she can, there's a grunt and a howling yelp, and she turns her head to see Caleb of all people, gripped tight around this tentacle like he's going for the full eight seconds at the rodeo. Beau watches in horror as Caleb, clinging on for dear life, sends some kind of sizzling, acidic burning into the monster's flesh as he's flung about through the air, and for his trouble, he gets slammed back-first into a thick cypress tree. He tumbles to the ground in a heap as the tentacle, now free of its rider, moves on to other goals.

"Shit shit shit!" The potion bottle is empty, and Jester is stirring now. "What..."

"Get up and follow me!" Beau, who can run easily twice as fast as Jester, she's aware, tears off toward Caleb's unmoving body. She rolls him over, and she can practically see the twittering birds dancing around his head. "Caleb, are you with me?"

"Ja, okay," he says faintly, clearly dazed.

"JESTER!" she shouts over her shoulder, worried that their one healer—honestly, fuck Caduceus for not wanting to leave the Grove for this—not making it in time. "Hey, you don't get to die on me, okay? Do you know how much fucking paperwork I have to fill out if you die on a job for the Cobalt Soul?"

"Sorry." His eyes roll back in his head.

"I'm here!" Jester crashes to her knees and grabs Caleb's face with both of her hands. She closes her eyes in concentration, and a few moments later, Caleb's own eyes are fluttering back open.

"Sheisse..." He coughs with a groan. "That...looked more fun than it was."

Beau could strangle him. "What the fuck were you thinking? You're basically made of tissue paper and sugar glass. That thing could have killed you."

He shrugs, then winces at the movement. "You've taken quite a beating yourself, and you needed to get Jester on her feet again."

"Aww!" Jester presses an obnoxious smooch onto his cheek. "So gallant! Beau, tell him he did a good job."

"You're a fucking moron."

"Close enough." Jester hops to her feet. "I'm going to go hit that thing with a lollipop. You two catch up!"

Annoyed as she is, Beau puts her hand out over Caleb, and when he puts his own in it, she hauls up him from the ground. Jabbing a finger in his face, she grunts out, "You stay back, you hear me? Don't be a fucking hero."

He raises his hands in surrender. "I will be a coward from here on out, I promise."

"Good." She spins around to march back into the fray, but before she can, a hand on her wrist pulls her back. "Beauregard."

She turns, scowls at him. "What?"

"It was worth it."

And the annoying part is that she knows he means it. Rolling her eyes, she pulls her wrist free. "Stay hidden or I'll feed you to one of those things myself." And then she stomps off, hoping she never comes any closer to losing a friend again.

[cloudberry-sims]

A Decade Through Time: The Alderberg Legacy: Year 1614

I finally finished writing year 1614! It’s getting harder to write these updates 😅

From the Beginning I Currently

It had been a stormy night in 1614 when young Stephen , the firstborn of Garitt and Avigail Friswell, married Jenefer Isley at the age of 17 and 15 years old. 

Lady Jenefer Isley was the daughter of a minor noble , who owned land scattered around the SimEngland. 

It was a union that made Garitt very happy and he hopes by the end of the year , he would be a proud grandfather. 

By the end of the 1st quarter , Hannah Wolfeden , the youngest daughter of Myles and Catherine, turned 13. It was a quite affair

By the 2nd quarter of the year , Marion and Galwell’s relationship bloomed like flowers in spring. They had secretly courted one and other for little over a year now.

Perhaps not so secretly , as village folk would see them together , whispering of young love and scandalous youths. Although shy , Marion felt brave with her gallant Galwell by her side and did not care about the meddling. 

When Griffyn was asked for Marions hand in marriage , Marion felt a pang in her heart as her beloved father had a stone face when Galwell poured his heart in-front of him, only to be relieved when he agreed to the betrothal, but that they needed to wait for Marion’s 17th birthday. 

Meanwhile at the Crawford tailor shop , little Ruth aged up to a beautiful toddler. She had her fathers hair and eyes, and was the apple of her mothers eyes. 

Jane knew how disappointing Rodger had no son yet , but she also knew that he wouldn’t trade Ruth or Agatha for one either. Children were blessings of the watcher and they love them equally,  Jane would often quote to him. 

6 months after their betrothal was approved by her father , Marion Alderberg and Galwell Marston joined hands in holy matrimony at the struck of midnight, just 3 months shy from her 17th birthday, witnessed by Marions entire family. 

The father of the bride was very quite during the wedding. It was not because he was unhappy for his beloved daughter to marry a man she loved , it was because he realized that his children were growing up. That he was growing old , as he had surpassed the death-dates of his mother and father by 3 and 7 years , but how long will it last? Will he be able to see Caleb , Lucy , James and even little Piers getting married? It was hard to say , the watcher’s dice were as cruel as they were benevolent. 

In the end , it wouldn’t matter , for time will always continue forward and never backwards, for youngsters like Marion and Galwell time was irrelevant as long , as they are together. 

9 months after their wedding night , Jenefer went into labor. To the shock of everyone involved in the deliver that it was not just one but two baby boys. 

Garitt was frilled over the birth of Septimus and Shadrick. For years it had just been him , Stephen and Theodora in this big house , and to have new little ones under his roof made his heart swell with  joy. 

Yet unknown to them , the twins would be the only children born out of Stephen and Jenefer’s marriage... 

Sadly , with life , death will always be lurking somewhere...

By the end of 1614,  Catherine Wolfeden , the daughter of Anne and her 1st husband John , past away from conditions of the heart at age 40, dying in her childhood home surrounded by close family.  

It was decided that Hannah and Silas would be staying in their grandmothers home alongside her family. “Uncle” Geoff and “Aunt” Parnell were also willing to look out for the younger Wolfeden children , in case of Anne and Mark’s foreseeable passing, knowing that Jane was a mother now and that Beatrice had other responsibilities. 

I love the name Shadrick lol. The gen 5 kids has the best names so far XD. 

[amethyst-geek]

Team rosters in a possible season of the TDI reboot

For those haven't seen my previous post(s), there would be 3 teams and 5 or 8 newcomers, with teams being randomly selected with Wayne, Caleb, and Julia being the leaders of each team.

Brave Beavers 1. Wayne 2. Damien 3. Ripper 4. Zee 5. Nichelle 6. farm girl newcomer who also happens to be Wayne's cousin (will either be a female himbo or a southern belle type) 7. cheerleader newcomer 8th member if this season has 8 newcomers- band geek

Gallant Roosters 1. Caleb 2. Raj 3. Bowie 4. Priya 5. Scary Girl 6. Chase 7. weeb girl newcomer or film buff newcomer 8th member if this season has 8 newcomers- weeb or film buff

Daring Deer 1. Julia 2. Millie 3. Axel 4. MK 5. Emma 6. Cowboy newcomer 7. theatre kid newcomer 8th member of this season has 8 newcomers- a garage band frontwoman or a 2nd farm girl (if the 1st farm girl is a female himbo, this one will be her smarter, smaller and more feminine sister)

Edit: thinking of switching which teams Ripper and Emma are on so that Emma's on the Brave Beavers while Ripper is 1 of the Daring Deer. Thoughts?

Edit: wondering if I should name of Caleb's team from Gallant Roosters to Courageous Cougars (or some other animal that starts with a c... or a k like kangaroos)

[dailyrugbytoday]

PNG Kumuls Face to Wales in the final Round Rugby League World Cup 2022

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PNG Kumuls Face to Wales in the final Round Rugby League World Cup 2022

The Rugby League World Cup last group match before the finals kick off will see the powerful Papua New Guinea taking on Wales, who sit at the bottom of the Group D table.

The Group D draw has worked out well for Papua New Guinea and they can secure their place in the knockout stage of the Rugby League World Cup with a win over Wales on Monday.

There are few changes to the Kumuls lineup. In the forwards, Sherwin Tanabi replaces Sylvester Namo has been rested while Zev John replaces Mekenzie Yer who faces a match ban following high shot on a Cook Islands player last week. Watson Boas has been rested and he is replaced by Wesser Tenzer for the utility role.

Free rugby league tips, best bets and analysis for Papua New Guinea v Wales in the 2021 Rugby League World Cup on Monday.

PNG Kumuls vs Wales Match Preview

The Kumuls very nearly pulled off a mighty upset in the opening week as they went down to Tonga 24-18 before beating the Cook Islands in the second round by 32-16. Their tenacity and power has always been their strength and they have an abundance of it again at this World Cup, however with their improvements in ball play, they are going to be the favourites in this match and if they reach the Quarters, will cause their opponents their a lot of grief.

Wales might be winless, but they have not been disgraced, despite being in a Group with 3 other sides that are all big powerful ball runners. They narrowly lost to the Cook Islands 18-12 in the first round and were comfortably beaten by Tonga 32-6 in the second game. Wales though have shown that they do punch above their weight and will not go away meekly.

PNG played well in the 24-18 defeat to pool favourites Tonga and a 32-16 win over the Cook Islands last Tuesday put them in pole position to join the Tongans in the quarter-finals.

That said, Wales will not roll over and they demonstrated their ability 24 hours earlier by scoring first in their 32-6 loss to Tonga.

Tonga roared back but John Kear’s men impressed and the coach will be calling for another gallant performance.

However, the Kumuls ran away from the Cook Islands in the second half and captain Rhyse Martin looked particularly sharp.

The Leeds forward missed out on the world record for consecutive successful kicks at goal but still knocked over eight points and scored a try.

Martin also went over against Tonga and at the prices, his class with ball in hand suggests he is one to look out for in tryscorer markets.

PNG Kumuls Squad

1. Alex Johnston 19. Jimmy Ngutlik 3. Nene Macdonald 4. Justin Olam 20. Rodrick Tai 6. Kyle Laybutt 7. Lachlan Lam 8. Wellington Albert 9. Edwin Ipape 21. Sherwin Tanabi 11. Nixon Putt 12. Rhyse Martin 13. Jacob Alick 14. Wesser Tenza 15. Daniel Russell 17. Emmanuel Waine 24. Zev John 18. Keven Appo 22. Jeremiah Simbiken

Wales Squad

1. Caleb Aekins 2. Rhys Williams 4. Will Evans 6. Elliot Kear 22. Kyle Evans 14. Ollie Olds 7. Josh Ralph 8. Anthony Walker 9. Matty Fozard 24. Gavin Bennion 11. Rhodri Lloyd 12. Chester Butler 16. Joe Burke 10. Dan Fleming 15. Curtis Davies 17. Bailey Antrobus 23. James Olds 18. Connor Davies 19. Mike Butt

[tomsmusictaste]

When bands who's names begin with B know what fucking slaps

[theoriginalladya]

♫♫ for Serafina and ♫♫ for Caleb?

Whooo!!!!! Okay, you've asked for two of my FAVORITE SHEPARDS!!!

So, I'm taking the two notes to equal two songs each! (because I CAN! lol) Thank you so much for asking!!!!!

Serafina Shepard

1) The first one is Hole Hearted by Extreme. This is a song that actually plays into some of her fic, here. The song is one she, her twin sister, and her father played together in a colony music competition the year before the batarian attack. It is a very special song to her, one of the only ties she still has to her family back on Mindoir.

There's a hole in my heart That can only be filled by you And this hole in my heart Can't be filled with the things I do

2) The second song for Serafina is Boondocks by Little Big Town. This is actually a song I associate with most of my colonist Shepards, but Serafina was the first. :) It's also one I headcanon she and her sister played/sang together on Mindoir, though I have no fic written for it as of yet.

It's where I learned about living It's where I learned about love It's where I learned about working hard And having a little was just enough

Caleb Shepard

1) Black Blade, by Two Steps From Hell. I love this song SO MUCH! And it fits him so well! It's difficult to put into words exactly, but when I listen to the music, I can picture Caleb as the 'blade' being forged? If that makes sense.

2) Mo Ghile Mear by the Choral Scholars of University College Dublin. Translated, it means "My Gallant Hero," and it's a song that, when Caleb goes back to Shannon after the war, his old family/friends will sing to him.

Irish:

Is cosúil é le hAonghus Óg, Le Lughaidh Mac Chéin na mbéimeann mór, Le Cú Raoi, ardmhac Dáire an óir, Taoiseach Éireann tréan ar tóir.

English translation:

He is like Young Aonghus Like Lughaidh Mac Chéin of the great blows Like Cú Raoi, great son of Dáire of the gold Leader of Éire strong in pursuit

[captainmera]

Sweetheart.

Your warmth in my arms live forever in my memories. My fingers can trace your smile in the creases of our sheets. I can still scent you from your clothes. I can still lay beside your ghost. I remember you. I remember us. I remember who I were with you. My heart is frozen in a capsule of time. Where things are painted pastel and you're still alive. I play pretend with the echoes of you. I sing your favourite drinking songs, I close my eyes, and I'm not alone. I will carry you with me in everything I do. So watch me from wherever, know that I live to love you. Oh, my sweetheart, how I miss you.

[stronghours]

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Darling Fallon    Sep 3, 2013

Sensational (sin-sational!). i write on behalf of myself (S) and my lover (m). we have been ripped off by bulk-produced molded hoods before and i can only say HAND CUT LATEX ONLY never look back!! worth the money and will eventually pay for itself. neck fit like loving glove and adds dynamic intensifier to breathplay. Lovely proprietor replied prompt when “m” had questions re: breathability (she added extra breathing hole at no extra cost). class acts all around (and not just in our dungeon!) will return for more but “m” needs a break first if u get the drift lol1!! thanks to lady j!

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  myMister   Aug 24, 2013

this one writes on behalf and with permission of MISTER. this one quaked with bliss when package arrived. truly awful to behold in the wise hands of MISTER. this one’s neck is small and delicate For His Pleasure and all item adjustments were made to order and did not affect shipping time. if this one could be so efficient For His Pleasure this one would be in heaven on earth. instead, this one is less than a hole. item truly enhanced <O sensation. without a doubt will be used over and over in this household for due punishments of this very worthless one. discrete pgk’ing. thanks to designer J for deepening this one’s service to MISTER.

(NOTE FROM MISTER – WILL PROPRIETER PLEASE PRIVATELY EMAIL TO DISCLOSE IF YOU ARE MALE/FEMALE/OTHER SO “myMister” (this one) WILL BE ABLE TO PROPERLY ADDRESS YOU IN ACCORDANCE WITH ITS FORMAL ROLE)

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  JulieJuice   August 3, 2013

LOL rip-off!!! cant believe all u ppl sucking this guys dick. says everywhere in product descript. (and you guys reviews!!) that custom sizing is no additl. cost but mine cost more!! only small alteration to titty holes cause of my cleave situation. bullshit. not buying from him again.

Response from J

Hi again Julie. If you check our many enlightening inbox conversations from 7/5-7/16 you will be reminded the additional cost was due to your request of more ring hinge insertions as the standard amount in pattern block “was not bling enough”. Cleavage was irrelevant. Sizing related alterations are always no added cost. Custom alterations requiring additional materials/effort and adjusted pricing will always be discussed and approved on client end before any exchange of payment.

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  HannahCakes!    Jun 1, 2013

Hey Whats Up I’m Caleb (obviously don’t have an etsy) and using my lady’s account. She got the catsuit for my birthday and she looked so sexy like J-Lo or someone. Didn’t want her doin the latex stuff because I thought shed have to shave off all her pubes and personally i like that kind of thing a lot but no harm done. Anyway she was super sexy and the suit thing looked good and stayed together even when we started rockin. To other full bush guys out there if youre girl wants to wear the latex stuff SHE CAN KEEP HER BUSH she just has to use lube to oil up the bush that she has.

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  HannahCakes!   3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Caleb Review

Hi J,

Saw my boyfriend’s 6/1 review and I was like uh ohhh. I asked him to leave one because he went gaga over the catsuit, but I wasn’t expecting all the bush stuff. If you don’t want to be associated with that and want to delete, that’s ok on my end. A little embarrassing! – Hannah!

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Hannah. Please don’t worry about it, any positive review is welcome. His feedback has apparently hit a chord with some specific hesitations and concerns buyers have been experiencing but not confiding with me, so I plan on keeping it up for the time being. Enjoy your garment.

  JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Moo-cow snout muzzle thing – (idea i had)

Hi. Is this idea good

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend   Ignore

Hi Joey. Are you interested in a custom cow muzzle/mask, like the pup play masks on my page or are you just brainstorming for personal reasons?

Reply from JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

idk it’s just an idea i had

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

It’s a cool idea

Reply from JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Thanks man i thought so 2

1234Brett10093456    3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

I REMEMBER YOU FROM RAWHIDE

JULES yes I know who you are and I know your name are you scared yet?? I remember when you used to hang with Roscoe out at Rawhide because Roscoe pretended to hire you because he secretly wanted to fuck and suck you till you cried and I saw all that. I have brown flippy hair, blue eyes and am tall/cut versatile but lean TOP. I know you faked being gay. You heard of bi-now-gay-later but have you heard of gay-then-straight-betrayer (you)? That is fucked up that you still sell stuff but pretend to be a gay guy because that makes your stuff sell better because the gay guys want to fuck you. I know you are faking because my muscle bud Tomas (latino) saw you making out with a ginger chick at the wet bar in Entrance last week. He said it was probably a joke but I know it wasn’t because he said he saw tongue. I wont let you be a breeder without a fight. I am willing to tell EVERYBODY YOURE SECRET. But I wont if you prove to me YOU CAN STILL BE GAY. Im attaching a pic of my cock so you know im not lying and can follow through. I will only believe YOU ARE GAY if we can see each other face/face (i can host only on fri- I have two roommates) and our cocks have to touch and you have to stay hard for at least five minutes while I suck and jack your cock and tongue your balls (shave or dont i will leave that up to you). condoms ok but if you want to be a breeder so bad maybe I will just breed your ass but if youre actually a gay guy you’ll like it and cum thick ropes as I fuck your dirty little slut hole and youll tell me youre a hole while I fuck it with the shiny precum head of my cut fucking cock (7inches erect). you will smell my hole and BECOME GAY again IT WILL HAPPEN  - Brett Costino

  TheSteelyDanMan   2 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Latex & Breastfeeding Concerns

Good morning, J I hope you are well. Returning customer, here. My kajira/wife and I are splinter Gor lifestylers (NOT KAOTIANS) [link] but are currently isolated due to our deviation from standard kajira beautification ideals and the arrival of our first child (girl - Gemma) two months ago. My wife’s submission has usually been expressed fashion-wise in various strict latex outfits, a few of which you have kindly provided us over the past couple of years. Naturally, the arrival of a mini-me results in some changes! My wife, insecure after birth, wants to return to strict full-coverage latex, but this desire is at odds with her physical situation of actively nursing Gemma and we both have worries. Does the constriction of latex effect or otherwise harm milk production, or could secondhand latex exposure harm our baby? I imagine you have catered to many lifestyle situations where this might be relevant so I thought I would ask. Thanks very much. LEO

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    2 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Leo. While I have catered to many lifestyles, I’m afraid I must exercise discretion in this situation, as it would be on par with giving medical advice. I will say any allergy is a possibility and one should exercise undue care with a very young infant, not just in matters of latex. I highly encourage you and your wife to discuss this with her doctor as frankly as possible. In the long run it might be worth reevaluating aspects of your wife’s submission and temporarily making do with latex pieces that do not restrict the breasts, while nursing is a part of her daily reality (I’m sure I don’t have to tell you examples are available on my page). Best of luck and congratulations on the new addition to your family.

  NoraBarnacle    2 months ago   Friend   Ignore

A sincere offer…

Several months ago, I bought a pair of latex gauntlet gloves from your shop. Since then, astonishing changes have come over me. I used to be high-powered, highly controlled, a formidable woman (natural ash blond, green eyes, 45”-40”-44”) I was determined to keep these feelings to myself, but I can no longer resist, as I wholeheartedly believe your Dominating spirit, imbued in the gauntlets, is leading me forcefully but masterfully into your care. If it pleases you, know I have not touched my aching slit for one month total as I am uncertain whether you desire me to feel pleasure that is not approved by you. There are no images of you on your site, but I have drawn an accurate picture of you in my mind and I know you are the Man that I never knew I was waiting for, the Man who will lead me, the Man who will hold my neck and strike my forehead to his knee in his insistence that I allow myself to be led. When I wear the gauntlets, they are your own gallant hands restricting my weak bones. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I do not desire to resist. Please message back so I can properly present my acquiescence, body and soul, unto you. I squat disgracefully on my plump thighs, full of whorish tremor that makes me unworthy, but still I desire. I will service your home with my ardent hands and service your thick and striving cock with my wet tongue. Respond to this small soul. I submit to your gallant wisdom – A Secret Admirer

  RicoMetals   1 month ago   Friend   Ignore

Redhead Modle in Pic for Serve Her Serrated Corselette

Hey man-to-man who is she. I love redheads. Does she modle for other people/would she modle for my pieces? there’s no head in the pick – what’s her nose situation? we could all do collab and I think it would be hot. Let me kno - RICO

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    1 month ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Rico. I have not blocked you (yet) because said model wanted me to reply to you first and inform you, she’s already an established performer in her own right and does not want to model for a guy who “thinks I need some sissy seamstress to pimp me out to shitty welders online”. As I only have basic welding experience, I can offer no further comment or defense on your behalf.

  DerryBerry454   1 month ago   Friend   Ignore

Inquiry re: standard leather sleep-sack dimensions

Hello Miss J, quick question:

I will buy this item no hesitation no delay if you tell me right now about your vagina. Questions I prioritize:

1.     Color labia (outer)

2.     Color labia (inner – aroused)

3.     Clit length in centimeters or whatever measurement is most flattering to you

4.     Range of clit engorgement

5.     Depth of vaginal canal (I will allow ballpark figure as I know not everyone has graded speculums lying around)

6.     Percentage of clit orgasms v. vaginal orgasms – bonus points if you describe uterine orgasm, if that is your experience (no pressure to answer last part, as I understand it is not necessarily vagina-adjacent)

7.     Are you hairy? What color?

8.     When you wash your vagina do you douche or do you use fingers to rub through labia folds and that is it?

9.     Color of menstrual blood

10.  If you wear panties, do you find the crotch of your panties degrades due to PH of your vaginal discharge? (give me the qualities and I will calculate this for you)

While a picture of your vagina is welcome (and will only be for my private use) I really do like gathering these stats (I’m kind of a nerd) and would appreciate as much openness on your behalf as possible and you will benefit too because I’ll give you money for your lovely product. Talk to you soon! 😊

  B O A R D

[RUBBERVALLEY FIENDS THREAD 3/3 2006-PRESENT] TOPICS: 850 POSTS: 10,356

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Hey people, we’ve reached the end of the summer and you know what that means – Ivan himself of the halls of Rubber Valley presents inaugural post of their annual sweeps week filming extravaganza – first photoset already up and we’ve got the goddamn brilliant LYDIA SUCKS sons! The greatest bitch on the face of the planet almost psyched us out but she’s here she’s low and she’s ready to blow. Vid upload will probably take till tomorrow to render but we’ve got some great pic galleries already. Ivan really spoiling us pigs lmfao. Seeing lots of setup and dress-up and behind scenes stuff for yall candid pervs. We’ve got full body latex and face coverage hoods and I see a breathing tube and the barn inversion setup. Possible inverted ceiling fuck? The boys can dream. Links to download pics results in PERMABAN – only official links to Rubber Valley site allowed, don’t know how often I have to say it. You want to pass ripped screenshots you do that through email *casts pearls before swine*

GOBgobGOB: no pic of lyds upside down yet ☹

LordJim: Not interested until I see Ivan haul out the FuckRacers from two years ago – wonder why he doesn’t bring those around more often? Great view stats on current vids and who doesn’t like a fat ass getting auto-fucked while she steers the go-cart supine?

SUCKPUNTER: lmfao all views are you bro

GOBgobGOB: D I R E C T H I T

SUCKPUNTER: hey lordjim where’d you learn the word supine

LordJim: Yeah “laugh out loud” very funny guys.

SUCKPUNTER: did you learn it at college

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Lydia looks gr8 folks. Queen pristine and ready to cream. SUCKPUNTER – chill out because I’ve got my eye on you. Don’t take the bait Jim. You’re like thirty.

SUCKPUNTER: at least I don’t get off on bitches doing the pinewood derby

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: LYDIA!

GOBgobGOB: LYDIA!!!

McLovin: LYDIA LYDIA LYDIA

TheWorldofMartinAmis: Goddess. Wish she’d get her boobs done though.

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: same! I’ve been waiting for years for her to get into xtreme body mod. Right up her alley. If she’s at EXXXOTICA EXPO next year I’m going to try to get her meet and greet and ask. I know tattoo guys who’d pay HER to give her first tat.

McLovin: Lydia wouldn’t go. She’s like indie transgressive.

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): nice to see you again lockSTOCK. I see your POV but Lydia has several interviews where she says most of her viewers see her bod as a clean palate in the art of pain – as in, wounds have to go away in order for us to appreciate a fresh ruining ; ) tats and huge implants are a little tougher to work around. Anyway in my mind you can fix bad tits but you can’t fix bad attitude

ThatOneFootGuy: id suck her feet

McLovin: woah fuck 4th latex pic in dressing series with her mouth open and her eyes shut – who the lube guy with his arm right down her front?

SUCKPUNTER: lol hand clear to her pussy and hes not even hard faggot

McLovin: scope the ginger amazon in the background with camera – new girl? Don’t recognize. Didn’t know Ivan was bringing new people around this year’s sweeps.

LordJim: I wondered too when I saw. I’m sure DungeonMaster mod understands if I copy/paste following from Ivan (no pics, text w/actress info):

Newcomers are always welcome in RUBBER VALLEY (especially if they’re lovely, and especially if they’re ladies!) and this old goat is pleased to welcome DOMME LUX, our friendly neighbor down south in that little town called Chicago. Mysterious as she is alluring, you’ll see her shining light sampling tidbits of delight off our Valley Girls throughout the uploads this month (or even taking a crack at a couple!) We’re just getting to know her, but I have a feeling she’s a generous gal at heart as she kindly offered us the services of her Personal Valet, Jules DeMarco, who himself spoiled us all year with devious latex devices for our steadfast daring dollies after the unfortunate 2012 passing of our beloved torture designer Merrick Marvel (memoriam post 03/04/2012). Check out Jules’s Half-Bag Breast Mummifier in scheduled post 7/22 (Heather Bunny in the inverted Wench Wrench) the diabolical Arachnae-Hood (Lacey Jane, spinning in our trusty Landscape(her) Rolling Pin 7/16) and the Double-Fuck Full Body Boa Binder with eerie inflatable bubble hood (Lydia Sucks, finale post 7/31, don’t miss it, SUBSCRIBE). I must confess, we took advantage - the poor fella ran himself ragged helping us with film prep all week. So as an apology we let him get up close and personal with Rubber Valley’s reigning heroine LYDIA SUCKS fitting her in a custom four-limb black latex catsuit with half-face hood, made especially for her brave beautiful bod. He takes a good long time greasing her up before Ivan and Barry get her hoisted and joisted and in her best bitch-bat position among the rafters of the exalted Rubber Valley barn, where we leave her to squirm in terror! (but let’s get real – what scares Lydia? We’re wracking our brains!) Uh-oh, is Domme Lux looking jealous in the background? Is she plotting a little comeuppance for our Lovely Lady Lydia? Only one way to find out – SUBSCRIBE!

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Np lordjim, if you hadn’t posted I was going to. Looks like we’ve got fresh meat in the valley.

TheWorldofMartinAmis: very pretty girl, but always bummed when a new one turns out to be top. Call me old fashioned, I come to the Valley for slaves.

SUCKPUNTER: firecrotch

GOBgobGOB: brb too busy crankin it. milky gingerbread titties come to daddy

McLovin: @TheWorldofMartinAmis, Ivan always has at least one femdom around. Room for everybody in the valley

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: holy shit I know that guy.

SUCKPUNTER: lmfao faggots know faggots

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: no for real. His real name is Jules Marinelli. I worked with him one summer lifeguarding beaches for the park’s district. Our boss found his website where he sells his sex stuff, and it was this whole big thing. Found the kink club Entrance through that (check it out if you’re in my hood ever – huge, clean, not too much gay shit, great ladies of all stripes hanging around, but limits on drinking if you’re trying to access certain levels). He’s bi. He’s either secretly Domme Lux’s slave or Domme Lux is his slave and it’s mega on the DL because it’d hurt her career if it got out she could ‘verse. There’s all this gossip.

SUCKPUNTER: bi guys r fags

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): SUCKPUNTER – that’s strike one. lockstock – not deleting your post because from what I can see JDM doesn’t/isn’t acting in explicit scenes, but let’s cool it with doxxing info. Looks like he’s had an experience with that before, and as a small business owner myself, I know how it can suck. We aren’t gossiping high school girls. Settle back and enjoy what Ivan gives us.

GOBgobGOB: *sees dudes in the chat and stops jacking off*

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: NP mod, feel free to delete it later before it causes problems.

TheWorldofMartinAmis: going back to previous discussion – don’t think a breast job automatically constitutes body modification

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): think about it martinamis, it’s a slippery slope – you want to see some swollen battered fish get destroyed, or a fresh natural girl get destroyed?

SUCKPUNTER: i am not a faggot and a whore’s a whore and im here to see whores fucking destroyed

GOBgobGOB: *tony soprano voice* she was a HOOOOER

SUCKPUNTER: fag or cunt all whores get fucked

LordJim: Mod, step up. This isn’t going to get better. With all due respect

SUCKPUNTER: fag or cunt ALL WHORES GET FUCKED

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): yeah, already done. That should be the last of him. Don’t know why I expected that situation to turn out differently.

  FROM: lydias-verified@terrorproductions.com

TO: JulesDM86@gmail.com

Subject: Debrief – valley week

Jules,

As discussed, attached is current info for my old webmaster service from when I had to run my own fansite. Decent price and decent vendor system. Can only be an improvement on what you have now. That is not an insult, but I know it sounds like one. Stay with me.

[link] [link] [link]

And above, the top three most trafficked boards I’ve found following my own career and the rubber valley gang. We’ve caused quite a stir already and its only July 15th. I wouldn’t count on this causing an uptick in your business, but I think you know that. The standard gentleman at home spending twenty bucks a month for guaranteed links to a woman being fucked inside out while wearing a sensory deprivation hood simply doesn’t translate him to spending 100-200 dollars, contacting a seller, taking measurements, and going through the effort to order he and his special girly the hood itself. But I know you believe you’ve chosen your life the same way I believe I’ve chosen my life and won’t whine. I will say, if your ego is bruised, that your clothes are wonderful. They feel maybe half like death. I’ll wear them again and again.

On a funnier note: I have accounts myself on all the above message boards and post semi-regularly. It might amuse you to do the same thing, but you need to be careful regarding your identity. Feedback from viewers is never relevant, but it needs to be pure (don’t ask me why – my brains are fucked out). I won’t tell you who I am, and you won’t tell me who you are. Maybe we’ll find each other.

I wouldn’t tell your Cathy, since some sensitive (if inaccurate) information is flying around. Your instinct towards privacy, while cute and old fashioned, is an apt instinct. Looks like the good people of Chicago can’t keep their fucking mouths shut. Will you be able to find a straight job if your work now goes up like a dead dog’s gut? Don’t despair. Your nice long cock dropped so well down my throat while your Cathy beat my clit with the edge of your belt (nice touch – whose idea was that?) so while you might not get another chance to perch in a lifeguard’s throne, you might very well have a future in film. You’re vigorous, discrete, disciplined, clean, and a cutie-pie. Have your Cathy make some films of you alone or you two together. It’ll excite her, so you have no choice but to be excited yourself. You’re excited reading this. You believe you chose this.

Anyway – Cathy! Don’t be insulted on her behalf. I loved playing with you both. She’s kind and a lot of fun, which are virtues I still let myself appreciate in others. Let her know I appreciate how she let me use you. She’s a good girl and has a good future in store, especially with her personal valet running her life. Pick her outfits, pick her makeup, pick her clients, pick her laundry soap – is it already like that? I want to be buried alive, but you want to be buried in chores. Please dream big, Jules.

Rubber valley is where I have the most fun out of all the shoots I have in a year, but I really was lucky that you two showed up. Poor old Merrick Marvel (not even that old – colon cancer). But out with him and in with you. I enjoyed our river talk and I felt very safe in the car with you at the wheel, though I know I tormented you a little (but I’m pretty sure Cathy helped you out later with that – will you write back to me what she did to you, and if she let you come?) At one point you were with Ivan in the garage, and I tried to have a little talk with her about oblivion, but she either understood my point and got scared, or simply didn’t understand. It’s unfortunate, kind of soul-sucking, how our dominant “loved ones” transform into necessary evils. Adjust the tube. Grasp the handle. Move the thigh. Use the vocal cord to form the order. But what do they know? I never knew how to explain.

I’ve attached some personal pictures of me. I like knowing that you have them. I won’t contact you again except under strict business purposes, so let me sum up. Serve Cathy well. Don’t let her get bullied. Flourish creatively. Keep that belt. Fuck as often as your body commands you to fuck (if I suspect that sometimes your body is Cathy’s body by proxy, then this number will double, perhaps triple, but the choice is out of your hands because she owns your cock). You have a lot of growing up to do. Don’t despair. More to come.

We won’t see each other soon, but we’ll see each other again. Ciao! 

I expect improvements.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

Lydia S

[powerwordsleep]

While Shopping For Clothes

How Jester and Caleb Fell In Love series

Widojest Week 2020 - Day Two: Dressed Up

Jester is thinking about Caleb again. She’s been doing that a lot lately. It’s, like, totally normal! The Mighty Nein take up about 99% of her thoughts anyway, so what does it matter if it’s been mainly Caleb? She doesn’t think it’s weird. Besides, she has a reason to be thinking about him today.

She is not going to lie, she had been a little disappointed when Caleb said he would be stuck in Yussa’s tower for the day. It’s not like the group had set plans to hang out, and his wizard stuff usually took up a lot of time, but, well, she wanted to hang out! Caleb’s company is nice. She enjoys being around him. Jester tried to play it off like she totally didn’t care that much at all and was fine with going to the fish market with Fjord, but it wasn’t until Caduceus brought up the amazing idea of getting clothes for the ball that she felt excited again.

What’s the only thing better than shopping for yourself? Shopping for other people! And now she gets to shop for Caleb. Okay, okay, so his clothing has improved since they went to Xhorhas. His new style is way better than the old coat and trousers he used to wear. He is so handsome too! He deserves to be wearing clothes that show off how handsome he is!

So, that’s exactly what Jester is doing—picking out the perfect outfit for Caleb to wear tomorrow night.

He said he wanted something tasteful and understated, and she gets it, okay, she does. Caleb has a quiet type of beauty to him; it’s as soft as his voice and the way he pets Frumpkin and how his eyes look sometimes when he’s smiling at her. He’s not the knight in shining armor type of dashing or gallant, but more of a noble prince who wears the weight of ruling a kingdom on his shoulders like—

A long, black coat with red lining on the inside. Jester spies the garment on display in the boutique she and Caduceus are currently in, and she gasps as her fingers slide over the smooth fabric. She can picture him wearing this, clear as day. The wide cut will flow off of him like a cool breeze, framing his slender body favorably. Pair it up with shiny cuff links and boots that accentuate his long legs, and it’ll be the perfect outfit.

She wonders if Caleb will like what she’s chosen for him. Jester imagines how he’ll look on the ballroom floor, her Mama singing on the stage a few feet away, and maybe, just maybe, she’ll be his dance partner. Maybe he’ll ask her to dance this time. In her pink chiffon gown that shows off her arms and sparkly tattoo and makes her feel like a princess. Her cheeks warm at the thought of them spinning around together, smiling and laughing as they gaze into each other’s eyes. Jester sighs, her heart warming at the thought.  

Tomorrow night is going to be magical.

(Read it on ao3)

[emerald-eyes-8917]

The Fire and the Rose (Critical Role oneshot)

Just a little Critical Role oneshot that’s been kicking around my head for a while, featuring an OFC who encounters the group in an upmarket hotel establishment.

Might post a snippet and develop it further soon.  Not quite sure where it will go, but for the record, I’ve such a crush on Caleb Widogast and just want him to be happy.

Trigger warning for some sexual harassment and brief violence.

Thanks and enjoy!

Working in an upmarket establishment serving drinks and hot meals while keeping patrons company was never how she imagined her life turning out.  Yet here she was, making what coin she could while still keeping her virtue intact.

At least Madame knew her charm could sparkle and enchant the visitors to the Elysian Grande, a swanky inn and spa in Zadash that catered to the modest and extravagantly wealthy.

Her gift was often complimented after people left the establishment, and she would be offered jewels, flowers and proposals at any stage, but she always politely refused the final offer.

So it was a unique opportunity when a group of seven weary travelers ambled in the front door, all unique and colourful with a range of voices raised in conversation as they requested rooms for the night.

As she finishes clearing the tables in the adjoining dining room, she chances a glance outside the door, and casts her eye across the new guests, each interesting and striking in their own way.

A younger girl, Angelique, sidles up and begins marking the male guests out of ten and she shushes her in a firm, good-natured way, "If Madame Dubonnet hears you, you will be peeling potatoes until the next full moon."

Angie tosses her head in a posh huff, but takes her friend's advice.  One of the party present glances in their direction, a warm brown skinned woman dressed in navy blue robes with dark hair in a ponytail, and Angie puts a hand on her collarbones, glancing around to ensure she was truly the one intended, before waving towards her with her fingers.

The woman's lips quirk up in a confident smirk and she winks towards them, causing Angie to run away in a fit of giggles.

Turning back towards the foyer, she notices the woman lean towards one of the man and whisper to him with a chuckle.  He is reading a book with his head bowed low, long auburn locks obscuring his features, and the moment he glances up to acknowledge her, their eyes meet for a moment.  

Sapphires...

Momentarily flustered, she gives him the warmest smile one could give to a stranger and he immediately looks away back to his companion, appearing quite embarrassed.

Feeling her cheeks grow warm, she ducks back into the dining room and makes her way towards the back kitchen area, internally rebuking herself for almost pulling an Angelique stunt just now.

She grabs an apple from the kitchen and hides it in her skirt pocket, which was quite voluminous and trimmed with red lace along with a cream-coloured bodice and a matching lace wrap shawl.  Nothing overtly fancy but she sewed her clothes and kept them in good repair, not having enough gold for new shoes let alone buying food for her table.  She prided herself on keeping her skin from becoming mottled or her hair becoming tangled, and she was often the one who gave styling tips to the younger girls, such as curling rags and pinching their cheeks instead of applying expensive rouge.

Some of the other servants remark on the new guests appearing to be quite flush with money and would surely go on spending sprees during their stay, but the opportunity to even attempt to score an evening for some gold did not cross her mind.  It had been a busy week of entertaining some upper middle class nobles who had almost drained their wine and beer supplies as well as her patience when they did their best to drag her onto their laps.

Yet that group was some of the most ragtag bunch she had ever seen, that it was almost the opening ambit of a comical joke: a green skinned half orc, a blue tiefling, a gray and pink furred firbolg, a seven foot tall warror woman with facial tattoos and leather armour, a dark haired monk figure, a tiny green goblin and a red haired dusty robed gentleman walk into a hotel.

The punchline would almost write itself.

Reaching for the large pot on the stove, Bettina squawks in warning that it was too hot, but she picks it up with ease and setting it on the large worktable in the centre of the room, tilting her head at the cook with a smile, "The soup's been simmering to perfection.  I can serve it in a moment."

The older woman nods, glancing at her hands gripping the metal handle and back to her face again, "You young women are made of sterner stuff, it seems.  Or else you'll have blisters in the morning.  Either way, go on out of here before I have the vapours, young lady!"

The rebuke is sharp but not unkind and she hurries away, not bothered by the hot steam rising from the thick soup ladled into eight bowls that the carried on a tray upstairs into the dining room, breathing in the many aromas that the guests would soon enjoy.  Perhaps she could sneak a cup of the dredges before supper.

The next few days passed in an almost ordinary fashion, and as the new group made use of the facilities and luxuries, she would observe them quietly and always offer a warm smile and a curtsy.  All were equally intriguing with varying personalities and manners, treating the servants with politeness and flirtation in some cases.

One night culminated in a raucous party where the ale flowed, many songs were sung and dances performed all through the night, and she had been roped into an impromptu waltzing circle with several of the gentlemen including two members of the travelling group, who each led her with differing levels of confidence and experience.

Meanwhile, the blue tiefling girl is darting among the dancers, her laugh tinkling like a bell as she taps people on the shoulder, nudges people towards the dance floor and twirls like a ballerina, causing a great deal of mischief.

The half orc, who she had discovered from the many conversations through the days was named Fjord, spun her round quite quickly, his teeth bared in an uncomfortable but charming smile, and she hears a loud female voice heckling him, high pitched and lilting, "Lift her on your shoulders, Fjord!  Show us your strength!!"

Fjord grumbles a few curses under his breath as he gives her one final twirl and she ends up in the arms of a younger man who is extremely clumsy and prone to drool on her shoulder rather than actually dance with her.  As the Fjord gentleman is staggering towards the rest of the group, reaching for a stool, the tiefling called Jester hooks her arm in his and drags him back onto the dance floor, his groan of exasperation cut off by the music.

Fortunately, she is rescued by the towering firbolg who was called 'Clay', who politely interjects and takes her across the room in a very humble foxtrot as the previous man falls like a plank of wood onto the floor.

"You're very gallant for cutting in just now," she says in a gentle whisper.

"I'm sure you could have handled it," he replies, and his fur begins to darken around his cheeks as he hiccups slightly and confesses to her, "I'm not the best dancer... been in the woods for a while."

All she can muster is a nod and sparkling eyes as he takes her around the room amid the more enthusiastic solo dancers, before he departs with a bow and a light kiss to the back of her hand as the music comes to a brief pause.

There is applause and a few enthusiastic cheers as the musicians take a quick break.

She was pleasantly tired but not quite dropping from exhaustion just yet as she notices the third man from the group leaning by the wall, drinking a large goblet by himself.

As he looks across the room at her, she gives a friendly wave and he immediately turns away, blushing quite red.

She twirls a lock of her hair, not quite sure what to make of this shy, reluctant figure.  He appeared uncomfortable in this setting, even isolated, but before she could think to approach him, she looks over her shoulder to see that Angelique is giving a signal to her that one of the other girls was in a spot of bother in the far right corner.

Nodding, she gathers her skirts, puts on a determined expression and walks stridently to the corner where three men have surrounded Charlotte, a younger girl with ebony hair in long ringlets, who is clearly uncomfortable at the attention as one man takes a piece of her hair towards his nose and another tugs her skirt.  

She bats their hands away with a measure of courage and each time she breaks away, the tallest man would reach for her waist, drunkenly bellowing, "Come on, darling, you've been such a delight.  Come back to my room for the night, I've got some ideas on what to do with you."

Bracing herself, she inserts herself right in the centre of the group after swiftly ducking beneath the legs of one of the other men, interposing herself between the lecherous man and her friend, taking hold of his meaty hand and dragging it away from Charlotte's waist with no hint of misunderstanding, "She's not going anywhere.  The girl clearly said no."

Immediately, the circle breaks as two of the men take a few steps back, thinking better on being brutes, but the ringleader who had propositioned roars in laughter, clearly much more inebriated than the others, "Two for the price of one.  Come on, love, give us a kiss."

He begins to raise his hand towards her bodice, more than likely about to grope her, and time appears to slow down, down, down.

Not even blinking, she shifts on her back foot as her hand moves quite quickly, balled into a fist, it makes sharp, swift contact with his throat and he staggers back, clutching his neck, dropping like a sack of potatoes, falling heavily onto a table and upending it, sending goblets and plates flying and smashing to the floor.

He lays on his back, chest heaving and eyes glazed over, spittle drooling from his mouth as he groans in pain.

Silence descends on the room as people take in the scene, some murmurs beginning and the atmosphere simmering with tension.

She breathes out slowly, shaking her hand which is tingling from the punch.  Charlotte is trembling behind her and she reaches back to take her hand, squeezing lightly, "You're alright now.  No one's going to hurt you."

The other two back up, nearly stumbling over their own feet, hands raised in surrender, stammering about not wanting any trouble, giving second looks to their comrade who still has not moved.

Her voice is steady and carries through the entire room, "Look to your friend.  Bring him to the apothecary at the west end of the thoroughfare.  Something to do for his hangover, as well.  Nothing we can do about wounded pride, though.  If he tries anything like that again, he will deal with the Madame and will not get off so lightly.  Understood?"

The men whimper and scurry to assist their friend, lifting him up and dragging him from the room, tails firmly between their legs.

Turning to Charlotte, she tilts her chin up and looks her over, seeing only flushed cheeks and bloodshot eyes, smiling gently, "Come on, let's get you some milk and honey.  I'll have Bettina find some candied fruits in the larder..."

With a nod from the younger woman and a whispered word of gratitude, she links Charlotte's arm, keeping her hand on top of hers and walks through the room, giving pleasant nods to all in attendance, becoming the gracious lady once again.

As she passes by the adventuring party, feeling their eyes on her all the while, the little goblin girl hops up and begins to applaud, "Woo!!  Woo hoo!!  What a shot!  What a punch!  You showed him, yeah!!"

The rest of the gathering begin to clap as well. some banging on the table, hooting and hollering, joined soon by the rest of the guests and the musicians strike up a triumphant fanfare.

Turning back, she allows herself a bemused smile at all the attention.  Charlotte releases her arm and claps as well.

Feeling overwhelmed at the attention, she chooses to remain outwardly calm and composed as she gives a low curtsy, her hand on her heart, drinking in the celebratory atmosphere.

As she stands, she looks towards the man with auburn hair and blue eyes, who is tapping one hand against his glass in an appreciative but much more understated manner, and gives her a nod with the faint hint of an impressed smile.

Overcome with showmanship, she closes her eyes and plucks the red rose that had been nestled in her bosom and throws it in a deft arc into the crowd, the amusement and cheering growing louder still, and she winks at Charlotte before they make their exit.

The tale was told throughout the establishment all night and for the rest of the week, her actions always justified as defending a woman from three hulking brutes, though her manner of dispatching the man became more and more elaborate and the injuries he suffered varying between his throat, his losing an eye or having been kicked in the nether regions.

Through it all, she demurred to any compliments and neither confirmed or denied the details, only smiling to herself in a secret, enigmatic manner.

A few moments after the two women of the house had left, the rose still lays on the floor off in a corner away from the music and the partying crowd, not being trampled on or disturbed, simply forgotten.

A pair of dusty boots approaches and stops a few inches away from the flower, as Caleb kneels down and picks the bloom up, holding it carefully in his hands.

All he does is tilt his head, deep in thought, names and faces rushing through his head as he inhales the scent of the petals, the stem having its thorns removed.

Glancing towards the group of his companions, his eyes falling on Jester who is giggling with Nott at a joke just imparted, thinking as well of the woman in red who just showed great courage, he places the rose in the inner pocket of his coat, not quite sure what he would do with it just yet.

Carrying the flower like a secret, he returns to the group, offering smiles and dry banter to the ones he now called friends.

[halfgap]

slow burn

If she had to guess, Jester would say it probably happened sometime between that one conversation on a stormy night at sea, and the moment Beauregard tears out the beating heart of the eldritch horror-flavored bull monster. Yeah, it must have been somewhere in between those two things that Jester started... Uh. Noticing Beau. In some maybe not-so-sisterly slash best-friendly ways, maybe.

Like, were Beau’s morning workouts always so impressive, with the hundred push-ups she made look effortless, and the pull-ups and stretching exercises that hiked her shirt up to reveal even more of her toned abs glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat? Did she always end those workouts with this careless, cocky grin tossed over her shoulder, and did that little quirk of her mouth always look so damn sexy?

Were Beau’s eyes always so blue when she laughed, her skin so warm and brown beneath the white sun? And Jester’s always admired the way Beau dodged hits and weaved her way in and out of combat, but did she never notice the sheer grace with which she moved, the downright gallant way Beau threw herself ahead of her friends into battle, attracting the enemies’ attention and materializing at Jester or Caleb or Nott’s side whenever they needed her most? Did Beau always carry herself with this ruffled, rakish handsomeness—like a pirate prince from Jester’s books, cocksure and kind, extending a hand to pull Caduceus up to his feet after a hard battle, teasing and jabbing Fjord at the same time as she tosses him a healing potion from her own rations? Was it always so endearing how Beau winks and flirts with Yasha, leaning back with arms folded trying to be cool only to dissolve into stumbled words and self-deprecating laughter? Did Jester’s heart always squeeze and ache when she watched the two of them together, when she thought about Yasha rolling her eyes fondly and lifting Beau into her arms?

These are the kinds of problems Jester ponders as they recover after the near-disastrous fight beneath the well, her shoulder pressed into Caduceus’s side, his warmth and steady breathing reminding her he’s alive, alive, they’re all alive. Including Beauregard, who—apart from being drenched in monster blood and guts, bits of gore still smeared across her face despite her best efforts to wipe herself clean—appears more or less unharmed for once. Relatively speaking.

She makes her way over to the clerics, and Jester’s staring at her maybe a bit too much as she crouches down and claps a hand on Clay’s shoulder, some silent exchange passing between them as they gaze at each other for a long moment before breaking into mirrored grins. Some of Beau’s hair has fallen out of her topknot. There are strands pressed to her forehead with sweat and blood, some dark brown locks falling into her eyes or curling around her ears. And Jester stares.

Beau’s eyes dart from Caduceus over to Jester, and suddenly she is staring back. Her grin softens into a frail, gentle smile, the one Jester secretly suspects is reserved for her and her alone.

“You alright there, Jes?” she says, quiet.

And as Jester notices her, the crook of her smile and the light of her eyes and the way she wears the scars of the last battle like a silk cloak, a second skin—she thinks maybe it started happening earlier than that night on the ship, earlier than she ever thought. Maybe it happened when they slept wrapped together with Kiri cuddled between them, or when Beau carefully tucked a blanket around her in Alfield as if Jester was the most important person in the world, or when she gave her the healer’s kit in Trostenwald with a roll of her eyes and a fond smirk. Maybe it’s been happening all along.

“Everything’s fine,” says Jester, with a slow smile. “Thank you for asking.”

[norahjakobs]

May i burn along side my mistakes || A Caleb fanmix

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