#garrett pinpointer

[jehad2008]

Pinpointer: what is it for and how is it used?

Mineral exploration is a craft that has been practiced for many years. Nowadays, there are high-quality professional devices that greatly facilitate the task itself and make the whole process much more efficient and shorter. The device known as Pinpointer is one of them. What is an Pinpointer? A precision indicator is a portable metal detector used to determine the exact location of a metal…

[king-of-the-butterfly-gore]

i love that the minecraft movie has representations for so many types of players. the modder, the pvp player, the animal enthusiast, the pro, garrett,

And me. The guy that wants to fuck villagers.

[roanofarcc]

HOUSE PARTY

pairing: pre-crash shauna shipman x gen!reader ~ requested

summary:  shauna proposes a plan to get back at both of your exes by pretending to be dating one another.

warnings:  fake dating, pre-crash. shauna has an ex-boyfriend in this one. a sprinkle of fuckboy shauna (if you squint). mention of parties and alcohol. jackie is NOT a mean girl, she’s everyone’s number 1 supporter, okay? 

word count. 2.0k|| masterlist

The party at Jackie Taylor’s place went from sounding like a great Friday night to your worst nightmare. Seated on Shauna’s bed, you dramatically draped your arm over your face and refused to get up. 

“Please, don’t make me go,” you whined. “I get one drink in me, I might say something stupid to them. I can’t handle any more embarrassment.” Them being your recent ex, who broke off your six-month relationship all too casually in the middle of study hall. They just ‘weren’t into it’ anymore. That was all the explanation you got, and it made you a mix of furious and heartbroken. You wanted to hide away from your peers for the rest of your life, or at least until Monday morning. But Shauna had promised Jackie that the two of you would come to the party. 

Shauna crossed her arms over her chest. “We’re going; I already promised Jackie. I won’t let you say anything stupid,” she said. 

“You don’t feel weird?” you asked, peering at her. “Garrett will be there too, you know.” Garrett was, technically, Shauna’s ex. Her first boyfriend who broke up with her in an attempt to get with her other best friend, Jackie. Obviously, Jackie wasn’t interested and already had her sights on a different boy. Shauna was more pissed off than heartbroken; she held a silent, seething resentment for Garrett, still. She wasn’t the kind of person to let grudges go easily, so you thought maybe she’d decide to sit the party out with you if Garrett was there. 

You were wrong, though. 

“I don’t give a shit if Garrett’s there.” Shauna tried to act like she didn’t care, but you could tell by the way she turned her back to you and searched through her basket of clothes with a little more force than necessary. “And you shouldn’t give a shit your ex is there either.” 

You sighed. “I give a shit about everything, Shauna! You know this.” 

Since joining the soccer team, you and Shauna had become quick friends. She knew a lot about you, and you her. You’d consider her one of your best friends, and she often referred to you as the same. 

Shauna picked out a shirt from her basket, one that you always complimented, and tossed it at you. “Yeah, I know.” You held up the shirt, running your fingers over the soft fabric. “We could make it more interesting. Make both of them give a shit too, and if we’re lucky, make them feel a little bad about being such assholes.” 

With a raise of your brow, you studied the mischievous look that graced her face. “How would we do that?” 

“We pretend we’re together,” Shauna said simply. 

Your eyes widened at her words, and your stomach flipped. Despite your recent breakup, there had been a small part of you that had a crush on Shauna. It started superficially; upon meeting her, you thought she was pretty. The more you got to know her, the more your crush shifted from beyond just looks to her intense personality, her sarcastic comments she whispered to you during class, and the jokes she made in the middle of practice to throw you off your game. 

It was a silly little thing, your crush, that you tried to blame on simple friendly admiration. You found it easy to shove to the back of your mind when you started dating someone else. Shauna was just your friend. But the idea of pretending to date her brought to the surface a feeling you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. Dread? Excitement? Something in between those two? 

“So? What’d you say?” Shauna looked at you expectantly. 

You couldn’t exactly say no without bringing up the question of why. That was a can of worms you did not want to open in front of your friend. So, you swallowed down that odd feeling and nodded. “S-Sure. I don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s worth a shot, right?” 

Shauna smiled, and you realized just how difficult that night was going to be. 

Jackie Taylor knew how to throw a party. It was among her many talents. Her large house was filled with teens sloshing around whatever was in their cups. Music filled the air, coming from the living room that was turned into a makeshift dance floor. 

You and Shauna arrived holding hands, weaving through the party-goers until you found Jackie in the kitchen stirring a large punch bowl. She was quick to abandon what she was doing to greet you two, ready to hug both of you, but paused at he sight of your hands intertwined. 

“Did I miss a chapter here?” Jackie said, pointing between the two of you. 

You figured Shauna would tell Jackie her plan and let her know the two of you weren’t really together. Instead, she said, “We’re on a date.” 

Jackie’s eyes widened before a wide smile broke out on her pink-painted lips. She clapped her hands together in excitement. “That’s too perfect! I knew there was something going on between you two. Oh!” Jackie grabbed a disposable camera from the counter and held it up. “Smile!” She snapped a quick photo before returning to her punch bowl. “Go, mingle, and have fun! And whatever you do, do not dare Van to jump into the pool because last time I thought she was going to get hypothermia, and we don’t need that tonight.” 

Leaving the kitchen, your mind was reeling. Why did Jackie think there was something going on between the two of you? Was your crush that glaringly obvious? You thought you had done a good job in hiding it, but had Jackie caught on? 

“Look,” Shauna whispered, pulling you closer. You followed her gaze over to your ex, standing beside the fireplace, chatting with some girl from your school. They must’ve felt you and Shauna both looking and flickered their gaze over to the two of you. You quickly looked away, not thinking super clearly as you let go of Shauna’s hand and wrapped your arms around her shoulders. 

You two were suddenly face to face. Shauna smirked, and you felt heat rise in your face. Trying to act as cool and casual as possible, you asked her, “You think they got the hint?” 

She laughed. “I think everyone does now.” She brought her hands up to your hips, and your skin felt on fire. All you could do was stare at her. Her face looked a little flushed, and her brown eyes didn’t leave your face. 

Something just past her shoulder caught your eye, Shauna’s ex. “Garrett just showed up,” you told her. She rolled her eyes, the disdain she had for the boy clear as day. But her expression shifted quickly. Instead of the smirk she just wore, her smile looked a little timid, apprehensive maybe, but there was something else in her eyes, determination. 

“I have an idea,” she said lowly. You parted your lips to ask what her idea was, but before you could get a word out, Shauna leaned forward and kissed you. Shauna’s lips were on yours, and you lost the ability to even think. Your brain and body felt on fire, like little sparklers were fizzing and crackling in your veins. It was the most confusing and intoxicating feeling, and it was over before you even had the chance to fully return the kiss. 

Shauna pulled back with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights, which wasn’t exactly the expression you wanted to see after being kissed. She dropped her hands, wiped her mouth, shot a quick gaze at Garrett, who had been watching the interaction with his lips pressed in a thin line, and walked away. She just left you standing there, in the middle of the party, after kissing you. Her lip gloss was smeared across your lips, and your heart was racing in your chest. 

Your ex had been watching too. You caught their eye for only a second before they shrugged it off and returned to talking with some girl from school. 

You shook off your shock and took off after Shauna. She had disappeared in the crowd. You searched through the house, dizzy from the kiss, which made it more difficult to find her. 

High and low, you searched until you came to the backdoor. The cool temperatures kept everyone inside, expect a couple of stoners who lit up on the side of the house, knowing Jackie would have their asses if her house smelled like weed. The pool was closed for the season, but the patio light was on, and the lounge chairs were still out. Seated on one of them was Shauna. 

You took a breath before heading outside. The sound of the door sliding closed caught her attention, but she quickly returned her gaze to the pool cover. 

“I think it worked,” you said. “They both at least got the hint.” 

She was quiet, and you hesitantly took the lounge chair next to hers. Silence stretched between you two, but Shauna was the one to break it. “I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. 

“Oh. Uh, I mean, it’s okay,” you spared a look at her, even though she wasn’t looking at you. “It just took me by surprise, that’s all.” 

She groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “I don’t know why I did that.” 

Your stomach twisted, and a sinking feeling replaced the buzz from the kiss. “To make them feel bad, remember? It’s not like…like it meant anything.” Maybe it did to you, but you didn’t want that to scare Shauna off. It didn’t mean the same thing to her, so you’d pretend you felt the same. The kiss was nothing more than to rub it in your exes’ faces that you “found someone else.” 

Shauna finally looked at you, mouth in a thin line. “I guess.” You couldn’t help but hear a tone of disappointment in her tone, but you wanted to shake it off as your mind trying to find something that wasn’t there. 

“Why’d you run off like that?” you asked, turning your body to face Shauna instead of the pool. “It wasn’t because the kiss was that bad, right?” you half-joked, earning a small smile from Shauna. 

“No,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I just, like, felt weird about it. And it was too fucking loud in there. I don’t know how Jackie’s neighbors haven’t called the cops yet.” 

Scratching the back of your neck, you laughed awkwardly, desperate to break the weird tension that you were sure was all in your head. “Yeah, well, you could’ve just said that instead of running away.” 

Shauna suddenly shifted in her seat, facing you as well. “It wasn’t because it was weird. I felt weird. I…” she trailed off, squeezing her hands into fists on her lap before she let them go with a sigh. She held your gaze delicately. You reached out and placed your hand over hers, squeezing it in reassurance and comfort. “I liked it. You. I liked kissing you, I mean.” 

You were taken aback, surprise falling across your face. You weren’t sure you had heard her right. Shauna liked kissing you? 

Your silence only made her more anxious. She groaned once more before she said, “Please say something before I get even more embarrassed.” 

The only noise you could make was a laugh, a breathy laugh that caused all of your stress over your silly little crush to leave your body and be replaced with Shauna’s words. 

At first, she looked a little offended, like she thought you were laughing at her. But when you broke out in a grin and leaned in a little closer to her, she seemed to realize you weren’t. 

“I liked it too,” you said. 

She went through the wave of emotions you just had before settling on a smile as well. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

That was all the confirmation she needed. Shauna closed the small gap between you two, kissing you for the second time that night, only that time you weren’t as shocked and could properly kiss her back. 

[malum-forev]

Non Exclusive

Bucky warmed the single beer he’d been nursing for hours by holding it with both hands. He blew air into the top of the bottle, making the glass whistle as he shifted on both legs. He glanced your way twice, not wanting to make it obvious he was staring. 

Sam pulled up next to the brunet, switching up his flat beer for a newer, colder one. 

“How much longer are you going to be lurking in the shadows?” Sam asked. “People have already started asking me who the peeping tom is.”

“I’m not staring.” Was all Bucky said. 

“Staring, wanting to burst Garrett’s head with your mind, tomato, tomato.” Sam sipped his beer, leaning back on the wall to join his friend. “You look pretty jealous Buck. I thought you said you and (Y/N) had agreed on just sex.” 

“It is just sex.” Bucky rolled his eyes. 

Bucky let his blue eyes roam your body, he had made it his personal mission to memorize the curves on your body. It was like he had X-Ray vision and he could accurately pinpoint where each and every one of your moles and scars were.  

Sam hummed. “If you two aren’t exclusive, then tell me who you’ve fucked other than her lately.”

Bucky realized it would have been too embarrassing for him to say he’d turned down more than a couple of offers. To be honest, once he got used to this new world, Bucky was- what’s the correct word?- he was liberated. 

When Dr. Raynor told him he was free and he’d asked her “Free to do what?” 

He didn’t think fucking every single woman within a five-mile radius would be her answer- but that’s what he did. And it was amazing. He wasn’t used to women being so open about how he made them feel, Bucky had even asked for pointers to make the experience more pleasurable for them. There wasn’t a clause in his contract that forbid him from fraternizing with other agents and boy did he make some of his higher ups wish they did. 

The Winter Soldier had gotten quite the reputation for being an expert in the one and done category. Making women all around the compound want him even more, wishing they would be the ones to return the soldier back to his 40’s ways. None of them had been successful. 

But something changed when he met you. You’d been on the team for some time now but you had never expressed any interest in him. Until that night. For Bucky, his life would be separated into two categories: Before You and After You. 

It was a late night and you came into his office with your tactical suit zipped down to your waist with a tight cropped shirt underneath that begged to be taken off, your hair that was usually up in a ponytail had been let free a long time ago.

Bucky gulped as you leaned over the table to reach for something, your breasts taunting him.

Before he knew it, your lips were on his. You were running your hands through his short hair, trying to grip anything. Your ragged breaths only pushed your breasts closer to him, making him go feral. 

“I’m not looking for anything serious.” He panted.

Your devious smile only made him harder. “Neither am I.” 

Ever since that day, he’d been entranced. Of course he enjoyed sex with other women but with you, Bucky felt a deep connection. Like you were made for him, you introduced Bucky to a pleasure high he didn’t think was even possible or existed for that matter. 

It started when he called you after a mission, wanting to get rid of pent-up aggression. Bucky was extra happy when you’d told him you were more than happy to let him use your body, that day he’d introduced you to the stars. Fucking you into oblivion. 

Then, it was once a week at least. 

“Training has been-“ Bucky said between thrusts but you shushed him. 

You craned your neck from your position on all fours, locking with his darkened and lustful eyes. “Concentrate on me, on us.”

Bucky thought it was a miracle he didn’t come then and there, just from your words. 

You laid in bed with him after the two of you had finished. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on his almost flat pillows before focusing all your energy- whatever he hadn’t drained- into lifting your body. 

“A-are you leaving already?” Bucky’s voice was just above a whisper. 

“I didn’t think you wanted me to stay longer.” You chuckled. 

Bucky’s eyes furrowed. “What makes you think that?”

“I thought you used those as a quick fuck quick exit tactic.” You pointed at the uncomfortable pillows. “You know, to make your guest understand they shouldn’t overstay their welcome.”

When you came over a week later, a couple of things had changed in his room. On the nightstand opposite his were a couple of boxes of tampons, one candle, a toothbrush and an oversized vintage t-shirt of his. You fought back a smile as you saw a brand-new fluffy pillow rest next to his flat one on the bed with the tags still attached. 

“Did you take some pointers from romantic comedies?” You bit your bottom lip. 

Bucky smiled, kneeling between your legs perched at the edge of the bed. “Concentrate on me.” 

You threw your head back with a moan as he lowered his head in between your thighs. 

“I’ll take your lack of an answer as a no.” Sam laughed. “The fuckboy became the simp.”

“What of course I’ve been seeing other people.” Bucky scoffed. “Yes, I’ve been doing a lot of that. Recently. Constantly.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “Then I assume you won’t care if I told you Thor is coming to the compound next week.”

The sound of his name made the blood coursing through Bucky’s veins become hot. He clamped down on his molars. 

“I thought he wasn’t returning, at least not soon.” Bucky tried to sound relaxed, like he totally didn’t care that the man you have the biggest crush on would be training with the team. 

Sam shrugged. “Something about having intel.”

“What kind of intel could he have that we couldn’t easily get.” Bucky rolled his eyes and sipped the beer. 

“You’re seriously considering you have more information than the literal God of Thunder?”

Bucky cleared his throat. “It’s not like I care anyways.”

“You don’t?” Sam pushed.

“I. don’t. care.” Bucky enunciated each word, following your hands as you placed them on Garrett’s chest. 

“When’s the whole Mr. Casual act going to stop?” Sam asked. 

“You know me-“ Bucky let out a strained smile. “Monogamy bores me. Being with only one woman, for the rest of my life, the whole get married and spend eternity wishing I would die at the same time as her so I don’t need to spend another minute of my time on Earth without her- yeah that doesn’t sound like me.” 

Sam judged his friend silently. 

“She can go home with Garrett and I wouldn’t care-“ Bucky laughed into his beer. “Plus he’s like a full four inches shorter than me so- yeah I don’t care.”

Just as Sam was about to say something, his friends eyes lit up and for the first time in hours he saw Bucky look not miserable- dare he even say happy?

You strutted towards the soldier, your happy glow transferring onto him. 

“How about you take me back to your place, Sarge?” You whispered into his ear. 

Bucky’s face lit up and he took your hand, quickly waving back at Sam. “If you have an emergency, don't call!”

I'm the worst at writing even mild spice so pls don't kill me if this is cringeeee. I triedddd and I'm a sucker for slutty Buck.

tagged: @kpopgirlbtssvt @shara-ne @namelesssaviour@hallecarey1

[writerman]

hey, for the writing prompts, if barduil and 'fog' and/or 'glass' work for you that would be great, or if those words work for Garrett and Aro, also feel free to go for it! <33333333

Thank you <3

I would have finished this earlier but I went for a walk with my friend that ended up being way longer than expected aha.

Also, I genuinely thought I would never be able to write Barduil again, so I sincerely and genuinely thank you for the prompt.

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Title: Howling Night

Pairing: Bard x Thranduil (Barduil)

Word count: 2064

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It was cold.

The kind of cold that latched on to a man, icy fingers caressing each vein the deeper it sank in, leaving the skin to tingle as shivers, unbidden, eager to seize the entirety of the body ran over gooseflesh skin.

Bard had been travelling toward Mirkwood, having left late night soon fell around him and with it a fog rolled in thick, a swirling mass of white overlaying the darkness of an already moonless night.

Picking his way through the marshland was already difficult, such had always been the way with terrain of its kind, but past rainfall had left the way treacherous, and ill ease had fallen over him as his horse proved overly skittish as they slowly squelched through mud with only a small lantern for light.

It was too late to undo his mistake.

While Bard was acutely aware of how far from both Dale and Mirkwood he was being on the marsh, he could not pinpoint just where he was, for all he knew his horse could have been leading him in circles, not that he could leave the blame on her entirely.

With what meagre light came from the lamp he had fastened to the saddle, Bard halted his weary steed and tried to assess just what he was going to do. Vestele shifted nervously beneath him, her huffing breath mingling with the fog still swirling around them.

“Shush now, we’re alright, we can move again once I work out where in the Hells we are.” His words were a whisper as he tried to soothe her, though he was sure his own worry radiated well enough that Vestele likely picked up on it tenfold, as animals were known to do.

An eerie and distant screech echoed through the night air, a howl much like a wolf appeared to respond, Bard grabbed at the loosened reins hoping to pre-empt any attempt of the horse bolting, he was a moment too slow and with a panicked whinny Vestele reared up high throwing Bard from her back before she bolted into the dark.

The sound of her hooves splashing through streams and mire grew distant until he could no longer hear a single thing around him. The silence was overwhelming and dread drenched Bard’s insides as he picked himself off the floor. His clothes are soaked, smeared with mud and the sickly-sweet smell of rot that only came from the peat marsh.

The terrible screech sounds again, a howl follows, closer than before. Two beasts of the night conversing in a song that would chill even the most steeled of nerves.  Bard rested his hand on the hilt of his sword as he tried to gauge which direction it had come from, and he curses under his breath.

A fine thing it would be to have the newly crowned King of Dale die to beasts because he eschewed having a guard accompany him. It was out of habit; Bard had always done things alone and assumed he still could.

And yet, there he was standing shivering in the cold, blind to what lurked in the mist with no idea where he might be and how long until the sun would rise.

Would the fog even clear when the sun rose?

There was no use standing around waiting for danger to find him. He had to keep moving, as he takes his first step, he feels something solid crunch beneath his boot, crouching down to see what lay in the mud, Bard could scarcely make out the rather forlorn sight of his lamp, the glass shattered the flame long since dead.

The mire enveloped it causing it to, essentially, vanish right before his eyes.

Bard’s brow only furrowed deeper than it already was as he tried desperately to peer into the swirling mist and darkness before him, raising back to his full height, he moved on and began to trek to… well, wherever he ended up.

There was something strange, almost unsettling about the marshland, as much as Bard wished he could attribute the worry to his bad luck, something told him to be careful of what he might come across.

Time appeared to drag as Bard wound his way toward what he hoped was either Dale or Mirkwood.

With an aching in his bones and a persistent and sharp pain in his leg plaguing him, his progress had slowed to something akin to a determined stagger until he conceded to no one in particular that he had to stop and rest.

With the absence of light Bard could not inspect the pain, nor determine if the strange sticky wetness on his clothes was blood or mud. With the air so damp and his spectacular fall earlier his clothes were still soaked through and as the night proceeded on as the night usually does, the chill on his skin began to worsen and lay heavily over him seeping into his bones until his teeth chattered.

Fool King, that is what they will remember me as when I am found frozen solid with chunks torn out of me from night beasts.

Bard internally bemoaned. He had been so full of confidence and perhaps a smidge of bravado when he had sped out of the city on his mighty war horse with a winning smile to the crowd as they gawked at him.

The gawking, he understood now, was utter disbelief at his stupidity and not his people being struck by his very person being near them. He had very little ego, but at that moment, leaning against a sturdy shrub, he accepted that what ego he had was now dust in the wind.

Through his inner turmoil and humiliation, there was a howl again, the screech had since died out, close and clear. So loud it had startled Bard and he scrambled to get to his feet. A hand, still trembling from the cold, reached for his sword.

A pair of golden eyes appeared in the dark, and slowly the form of a grey wolf came into view. It stared at Bard for the longest time before throwing back its head and howling several times in succession before falling silent.

Worried it had called for the rest of the pack, Bard unsheathed the sword at his side, hand moving back ready to swing if he had to. The wolf does not move, aside from sitting down- the golden glow from its eyes had receded and there is silence.

There is a low rumble, something familiar and yet it was not thunder. Bard eyes the wolf warily before slowly turning his attention to where he believed the rumbling came from, the rumbling soon gave way to the sound of many things splashing through muddy waters.

Unless the wolf had somehow summoned a behemoth, it had to be the thunderous pounding of hooves, horses!

With renewed hope Bard tried to call out, whoever it was be it hunters or guard drills he would set aside his embarrassment of being lost and hope for rescue.

At his side, the wolf appears standing beside him letting out a long and sonorous howl and a flash of golden light burst through the dark as countless armed elven soldiers come to a halt on their breathless steeds.

Their lanterns carrying a magical golden glow, reminiscent of the wolf’s eyes not moments ago, illuminated a far wider range than a normal lantern would have managed.

“My Lord, this way!” A soldier called to Bard, they dismount and hurry toward him before being unceremoniously moved aside by the very man Bard was really hoping would NOT show up.

Thranduil is moving toward him, eyes raking over him as he takes in the state Bard had found himself in. He cannot hold Thranduil’s gaze and looks away to the wolf still sitting patiently at his side, there is a slight wag to its tail which was actually very comforting because if Bard was a wolf he would wag his tail at the sight of Thranduil too, if he wasn’t so damned embarrassed.

“You are injured, someone attend to him immediately.” He raises a hand and beckons unseeingly to the soldier he had all but pushed out of his way. They hurry over with a thick cloak throwing it around Bard.

“When Vestele arrived without you, I…” Thranduil’s gaze had softened, and as if suddenly remembering his station realised, he was forgetting himself in front of his soldiers and cleared his throat. “We spend much time away from Mirkwood, your injuries cannot be allowed to linger here in the cold.” Without a word to the soldiers, they moved aside and into formation allowing Thranduil to lead Bard to the elk standing patiently in the dark unbothered by the nighttime escapade it had been dragged out to.

It would be a struggle to get up on the mountain of a creature Thranduil rode, especially given that his leg was now starting to cause more pain to the point he was limping, wincing with every step he took.

Standing before Mahtar, Bard hesitated before looking back at the others, who had the sense to avert their eyes as Thranduil with grace and, quite frankly, heart fluttering ease, lifted Bard to assist him on getting up.

“You will not walk, Lord Thranduil, I could not allow such.” Bard’s words tripping from frozen lips clumsily, blushing at how his decorum crumbled so easily in the elf king’s presence.

Thranduil did not answer as he climbed up sitting comfortably behind Bard reaching around his waist to take up the reins urging Mahtar forward with a gentle click of his tongue.

“It has been too long since we have been this close, I sincerely doubt I could manage to walk the entire way knowing you were so close and not against me this way.” Thranduil whispered into Bard’s ear as they headed toward Mirkwood without any issues from the fog.

“T-the wolf!” Bard stuttered trying to change the subject before he combusts from the heat in his cheeks, he certainly was not cold now, but he had to distance himself from the conversation. Just because Thranduil was whispering did not mean elven ears could not hear.

He twisted round to see the wolf trotting by their side obedient as a dog.

“He assisted us in finding you ahead of time- I did not want to leave to chance that you might have been injured or attacked in the dark. He let me see through his eyes for a spell, but once he had gotten too far ahead of us, he would signal to us where he was, and we merely followed the sound.

He will return to his home in the forest now.” This conversation might not have interested Thranduil, likely dull considering it was the norm for him, it fascinated Bard and many questions sprang to mind.

However, Thranduil was far more invested in talking with his hands as they slid under Bard’s clothes, his warm hand inching up Bard’s stomach to his chest.

It appeared the king had been anticipating Bard’s arrival with more fervour than expected.

“I do hope that injury of yours is healed with haste, if I must wait a moment longer to have you, I fear my behaviour might be unbecoming of a king.” The hand under Bard’s clothes rested over his pounding heart and Bard was gifted with the deep rumble of a quiet chuckle.

“Ada, please people can hear you!” Legolas appeared out of nowhere coming to their side on a sleek white horse, his face set in an expression of mortification before he sped off ahead calling over his shoulder that he was behaving like an elfling.

“Perhaps, we should enjoy the rest of the ride home in companionable silence.” Bard managed a laugh as he pressed his back against Thranduil’s chest raising a hand to softly caress his cheek in sympathy and consolation.

“Wise words, meleth nin. I would agree with you.” The response again was quiet with a slight pout in the words but nothing Thranduil would ever admit to.

The ride to Mirkwood was far more comfortable wrapped in a heavy cloak with an elven king wrapped around him, the only problem he had was that his injury now throbbed horribly.

But he could overlook the pain for his dear Lord Thranduil, his mell.

[shouldaspunastory]

Thank you @theluckywizard and @tobythewise, for @dadrunkwriting

Fenris x Anders (NSFW, College AU, Frenemies to Lovers, Pre-relationship) 1705 words.

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Anders shakes his head, slamming his locker shut with a bit more force than is necessary. This is stupid. He was stupid to have ever thought that maybe this could be anything more. He’s smarter than this. At least, he used to be. He and Fenris, they’re like fire and ice, oil and fucking water, and Garrett Hawke is almost exclusively the beginning and end of what the two of them have in common with one another. Opposites may attract, but it doesn’t necessarily follow that they are good for one another or sustainable. Not to mention, unlike himself, Fenris has managed to retain a modicum of self-preservation. He hasn’t been foolish enough to let any feelings get involved. Anders doesn’t know when exactly he lost his senses.

Somewhere between that drunken kiss outside the student activities building after both of them had too much of the spiked punch at the dance last month, and the impromptu blowjob yesterday beneath the bleachers where Anders had stained the knees of his good jeans, hellbent on sucking Fenris’ brains out through his dick like the world is about to end, just in case he never has another opportunity, Anders has gotten in way over his head. Fenris was the one who got off, but it was Anders that teetered into their next class, hair mussed from where the elf had fisted it as he neared his end, Anders' legs that legs that felt like jelly, pupils blown wide, and brain fuzzy, Fenris’ breathless swears in Trade and Tevene and his hoarse growl of ‘good boy’ still ringing in his ears, squirming in his seat waiting for the blasted lecture to end. Or maybe it began long before that. Anders doesn’t know anymore.

Maybe it doesn’t matter. The look of fury on Fenris’ face when some of their classmates had begun engaging in locker room talk and jokingly insinuated there might be something illicit going on between the two of them said it all. It’s not the first time Anders has wanted or gone after someone he shouldn’t and couldn’t have; he’d just hoped he would have learned better by now.

“Anders.”

The blonde startles, too lost in his thoughts to have noticed the very subject of them has managed to find where he’s done his best to hide himself away in the grandstands. In a flash Fenris somehow manages to catch Anders’ bag which he’s unceremoniously flung from his lap in his full body flinch and catch his knee before Anders clocks himself in the eye. Anders world, however, has suddenly narrowed to a pinpoint, shrunk to the warm pressure of the elf’s hand on his leg, and his heart which seems to be beating dangerously fast despite his best efforts to remind himself that this isn’t whatever he hopes it is. That it never was. And it never will be.

“You made yourself scarce rather quickly,” Fenris observes, taking a seat beside him.

“Yes, well, I didn’t figure you’d want me to linger around and give those Templar jocks anything more to talk about.”

“I didn’t think you were so bad at math.”

“I swear I didn’t say anything to anyone. They’re probably just trying to give you shit, right? I mean, I’ll just keep my distance and they’ll find someone new to talk about by Friday,” Anders laughs nervously, before the elf’s words seem to catch up to him. “Hang on, what? What about my math?”

“You, figuring,” Fenris replies with a raised eyebrow, the twitch of a smirk at the corners of his mouth as he watches him.

“I- I don’t-“ Anders stammers confused. “But they were- you were angry.”

“At them,” Fenris nods, offering Anders leg a gentle squeeze, nearly causing the blonde to jump again with the reminder that Fenris is still touching him. “Not you,” the elf continues, his voice uncharacteristically patient, gentle in a way that Anders has never heard before, certainly not directed at him.

“I figured,” the elf continues, his thumb gently stroking his thigh where his hand remains just above Anders’ knee. “You were so good for me yesterday, but we ran out of time before History of Thedas,” Anders bites back a whimper at the praise, his skin beneath the fabric of his jeans on fire where Fenris touches him, though if the way the elf’s eyes flash is any indication, Fenris knows damned well the effect his words and touch are having on him, “that perhaps today I could return the favor?”

“I- you don’t have to do that,” Anders says breathlessly, shaking his head.

“I’d like to,” Fenris replies.

“You- you’d like to,” the blonde repeats, flabbergasted. “Really?”

“Was my math bad,” Fenris asks cautiously revisiting his earlier metaphor, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies Anders. “I thought- nevermind, clearly, I was wrong,” the elf mutters frowning, making to stand. Anders mind is swimming. They’re not even friends. Hardly even speak to one another except when Hawke happens to invite them both to the same place. Anders is no slouch as a lover, but he doesn’t kid himself that he or his mouth is that good.

“No, wait,” Anders exclaims, slightly panicked as he grabs the elf’s wrist pulling him back down to sit beside him once more. “Please,” he adds softly, slowly releasing Fenris’ hand from what he’s aware is his too tight grip. “What did you think,” Anders prompts, his heart once more in his throat as he swallows hard, waiting.

Fenris shakes his head, still frowning. He remains where he’s sitting, however, before slowly lifting his large green eyes to meet Anders’ own. “I had this crazy idea that perhaps this could be- that it was more than just… scratching some sort of itch? That maybe you- that you might have felt something more- for me,” the elf admits, shaking his head and avoiding Anders gaze once more. “Forgive my presumption, that was foolish of me.”

“Is that what you wanted,” Anders asks softly, still struggling to catch up. That Fenris would even try to maintain something more between them than the lewd and impulsive tryst… that the elf wouldn’t simply want to forget and pretend the whole thing never happened… it goes against everything he’d thought he knew about Fenris and his feelings about him. Did Fenris hope that he might feel something more because he did too?

“It wasn’t,” Anders blurts out, probably too eagerly, but unable to hold himself back. “It wasn’t foolish, I- I didn’t think you’d want anything more,” the blonde admits. “I… I was a little taken aback you wanted anything to do with me at all, to be honest,” Anders continues with a shrug.

“You are not the man you were when Hawke first introduced us,” Fenris acknowledges when Anders suggests that he is a little surprised the elf would want anything to do with him. “Nor,” he adds thoughtfully, after a pause, “am I.” Another moment as the smallest hint of a frown comes over the elf’s face before he breaks the uneasy silence between them once more, “Do you give a lot of earth-shattering blowjobs to men you think don’t want you?”

“No,” Anders replies indignantly. “Earth-shattering,” the blonde repeats, raising an eyebrow, trying not to let the comment go too much to his head. Fenris ignores him.

“Why me, then?”

“Maker, Fenris, because you’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen. Not that that’s- I mean that isn’t the only reason,” the blonde adds quickly. “You’re also funny, and smart, frankly, ridiculously strong… You’ve got a good heart, even if you do your best to pretend that you don’t have one at all. I know you’ve taken to helping some of the transfer students whose Trade tongue is still a little rusty, but you never brag about it. I’m pretty sure I’ve been at least half in love with you since Sophomore year.”

There’s a pause, a moment of silence that passes between them as Fenris stares with wide green eyes, digesting all that he’s said that probably only lasts a moment, but to Anders, heart hammering and lungs holding a breath, it feels like it might be an eternity.

“Mmm,” Fenris hums thoughtfully, his thumb resuming stroking Anders’ leg where his hand rests once more, before offering it a soft squeeze. “Shall we see what we can do about the other half,” the elf offers, the corner of his mouth twitching upward slightly with an amused smile, and something soft, like fondness shining back at Anders as the blonde meets his gaze again.

“You- you know those idiots from gym class are going to talk, right? Probably plenty of others too,” Anders says cautiously.

“They will try,” Fenris growls softly, and Maker, if the thought of the elf defending him, defending the two of them and what they might share with one another doesn’t make Anders weak, his knee trembling a little beneath his hand. Fenris’ hand offers another squeeze that lets Anders know the elf felt it.

“Come here, mage.” The words are low, soft, but unmistakably not a question, and Anders doesn’t bother to follow up with any, the blonde sliding quickly from his seat and throwing his long legs over Fenris’ to straddle his lap. Fenris’ arms quickly wrap around him, steadying and holding him in place as strong, calloused, long fingers deftly dip beneath the hem of Anders’ well-worn sweater, igniting every inch where skin meets skin, the other hand reaching up to clasp the back of his neck, guiding him down as he arches up fusing Anders mouth with his. “Good boy,” Fenris whispers, fingers tangled in the mage’s hair once more when they breathlessly break apart. Bastard, Anders thinks even as he shivers against him. Of course, the magnificent elf will have noticed the effect the words have on him.

“You will be the death of me,” Anders whispers shaking his head, though he makes no moves to pull away, honey brown eyes shining as he smiles.

“Only the little ones,” Fenris whispers with a smirk, leaning in to nip at the skin just above his collar.

“I think I can live with that,” Anders nods, crushing his mouth to the elf’s once more.

[acolyterose]

Tagging: mentions of @octavianrising and @legioneoin Location: Harlan, Rome, and some abandoned warehouse Timeframe: Various, childhood until now Notes: tldr; atlas kills his ex stepdad Trigger Warnings: homophobia, bullying, violence, death, and torture. Also it's done mostly in first person until the kill kill.

Curtis Waddell used to laugh every time I walked by, he’d snicker anytime that he saw me like my whole existence was some big joke to him. Him and his friends could have just left it at that because I’d go home every night and think that I was something worth laughing at. They didn’t, they never did, they always had to make it worse. 

School wasn’t a safe place for me, you’d think that the adults would have known better but small towns bred small minds and nobody blinked twice at the appearance of a bruise or split lip. If I’d come back from break soaked or if I didn’t come back at all the latter was my fault, I was making a choice not to go to class and so I had to be punished for it. Detention wasn’t much of a sentencing though because for me it helped delay the inevitable or sometimes put it off completely. Waylon Roberts, or Ryan Harper, or Stephen Taylor sometimes got bored of waiting and ended up somewhere else. That’s what I used to call a lucky day. 

The thing is we used to be friends, briefly, for a time. My dad worked with their dads in the mines but the difference between me and Curtis Waddell, and everyone else was we both lost ours in the same accident. It was more common than you’d think but there were dangers to working at those depths and the company was generous when something did happen. Most families were lucky and everyone got out okay, Curtis and I weren’t. I can’t pinpoint the time when he’d started to hate me but it happened definitively. I think now that the line between love and hate is thin for a reason; you can love someone one day and then hate them the next. Going one way was always easy, but I can’t remember a time when there was ever any back and forth. 

One weekend I was in Curtis’ basement, swapping his N64 controller every twenty minutes as we played Ocarina of Time, the bike I’d ridden to his house was tipped over and abandoned in his front yard, and then the next he was laughing as Kyle Russel shoved me over the 840 bridge into the Cumberland river. Most parts were safe to swim in, this one notoriously wasn’t, but they didn’t care, I heard them laughing as I broke the surface. There was a brief pause as another splash followed, I didn’t know if it was Curtis, Kyle, or Waylon Roberts but one of them threw my bike in after me and then shortly after the laughter continued, then receded. I’d heard what they called me after my bike went in but I never really associated it with myself, it wasn’t something anyone ever wanted to be but my ‘friends’ and I used to use it to describe that guy that lived above the movie theatre. 

I cried, and I cried, and I cried. Tears were cheap and easy and while my mom stroked my hair I kept my head in her lap. She asked me what had happened but I was too embarrassed to say it, because if I told her then she’d learn what they said and I’d be letting her in on this awful truth that I didn’t want to see. One that I felt was more taboo than anything, the worst thing any man could be was different, and apart from that one loner that lived above the movie theatre, I was completely alone in myself. I learned that I walked differently because Garrett Kennedy let me know that I looked like a fairy, I realised I had a lisp and affected the wrong syllables because Joshua McRay mocked me anytime I opened my mouth. So, I tried not to. I raised my hand less, I spoke out less often, and I tried to keep the words that burned at the back of my throat at bay.

Fathers brought their sons to the park, they went to their games, they were there in the stands even with soot covered fingers. Mine wasn’t, he couldn’t be, he would never be. I always thought that Curtis Waddell and I had a sort of understanding because of it but instead of sympathy I just heard his laughter. Slurs shouted in the halls, that word in particular uttered in contempt as he shoved me into a locker, jeering cries as he and his friends flushed filthy toilet water around my head. Pushed into cow pies or made to eat a live frog, even that was meant to be less gross than the moniker they gave me. The first bottle rocket was shot by Derick Young, I can still remember that grin on his face when he lifted his arm; I didn’t realise at the time what it was at the time until it went off and I jumped out of my skin. Another went off and another, I’d never really run from them then because they had a way of sneaking up on me. In the halls at school, in the park, at festivals and that sort of thing. I ran then, and I ran every time after that. 

I started running a lot to try and get good at it, by the end of middle school I was on the track team and my mother had me in self defence classes for a few years prior. None of it really mattered, they still caught up with me, and they still outnumbered me. Only difference was I stopped being quiet and I started getting bold, it didn’t matter how silent I made myself because inevitably they were still going to torture me. I could have not said a word all day and I’d still go home and cry myself to sleep, still listen in the late hours as my tired and overworked mother vented to her friend. How she’d call around and demand that people do something about their own damn kids, eventually she either stopped or they didn’t bother picking up their phones. I didn’t know for sure which it was and yet I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that it wasn’t the former. 

Video games were a quiet solace, in a fantasy world I could be the protagonist of the story and in a melee I could be the winner if I clicked the buttons in proper succession. It was always fair then, there weren’t cheat codes in a one on one fight and there was no one there to call over their friends to make it easier. Local tournaments turned into regional ones. My mother forked over the cash she saved for vacations and expenses because these were the only victories I was getting and it was one of the few times that she got to see me smile. 

I got louder and she got louder too, but she had the decency to wait for me to come to her. To tearfully admit why everyone hated me as much as they did, to apologise to her for being so different from all the other boys my age. She hadn’t meant to laugh but it helped that she did, because unlike Waylon Roberts and his friends it didn’t sting this time. There was no cruelty behind her voice, just acknowledgement because she had known just like everyone else had always known and she was so happy that I’d finally told her. She held me and I cried and because she knew how hard my life was going to be she cried too. That’s when the flag went up and the enamel pins went on, she’d wear this vest tailored to allyship everytime we went anywhere and anytime she went to work. Even if she was the only woman in Harlan that was happy to say her son was gay, eventually that ended up being enough for me. It was enough for me to say it too, to her, and to myself. 

Thomas Jackson broke my arm the summer before high school, not unintentionally or because they’d shoved me a bit too hard, but because when I was on the ground I’d lifted it to try and shield my face. That was when the police got involved and while I’d say his name and the name of every other boy there: Waylon Roberts, Derick Young, Stephen Taylor, Curtis Waddell, Ryan Harper, Garrett Kennedy, Joshua McRay, and Kyle Russell, nothing happened to them. The cop laughed, it was small, a short scoff but he put his pen down and I could see the shrug. He reminded me of the man that lived above the movie theatre, the one that didn’t make it out of Harlan alive. Not in any way that he acted but in that they would have been about the same age, I was a sharp kid, smart, especially once I’d started speaking up in class and applying myself. So I could recognise a bully when I saw one, he was just like the ones I’d named, and boys would be boys. 

I’d been hurt before, but this was different and I saw then that my mom had changed because she was going to do whatever it took to get us out. To get me out. We were both Harlan born and raised so she knew better than me what kind of life waited out in front, just like the guys that made my life hell I’d probably end up working in the mines. She said that I was good, too good for those kids that didn’t have parents willing to teach them any better. “A damn shame,” she’d say, then she’d repeat it louder, with an expletive in the middle. 

Cadmus was such a strange name, then again, so was Atlas. I think that’s why I took to him as quickly as I did because he was an outsider, a little bit like me. He had an Italian accent that sounded out of place amidst the Kentucky twang and before I realised it was happening my mother was completely taken by him. He was suave and travelling on the road for work, he came by with gifts for both me and her; the strangest thing about him though was how everything just seemed to get easier when he was around. Curtis Waddell stopped laughing when I walked by, Ryan Harper didn’t shove me in the locker anymore; one afternoon I turned a corner and managed to make my way right past the lot of them without any issue. They didn’t acknowledge me, truthfully they barely even looked at me, but one week rolled into two and all of a sudden I felt free. Then Cadmus left and it started all over again, though maybe it was worse because the first day of Freshmen year they’d found me, stripped me, and left me taped across the flagpole with that familiar word spray painted across my chest.

High school was unbearable and teenagers were quicker to violence than their adolescent selves, but that was also when it ended and something else began. Cadmus invited us to Rome, he proposed to my mother, and he enrolled me in a private school. I’d always been bright, a big fish in a small pond and now I was somewhere that challenged me. People didn’t bother me but my sharp tongue had already been formed, I’d been so used to defending myself that cutting into others felt appropriate. Better them than me, better to be predator than prey. Needless to say I wasn’t popular but I didn’t care, I didn’t need to be because at the very least I was safe. My mother was in love and she was happy, happier than I’d ever seen her. She kept the vest and she kept the flag and she kept going to the parades. She sat on every committee and she attended every event, she dragged me along too. I’d been scared and ashamed for so long, she wanted me to know that it was alright and that everything would be okay from then on. 

I believed her. I believed everything she said and loving Cadmus came easy too because he was kind and he’d done more than anyone else ever had for us. Calling him dad happened that first Christmas in Rome, it wasn’t an accident because I’d been thinking about it for a while. I had planned it like it was some secret gift I was going to give him, I offered it and he smiled and then he hugged me. Dad and father, he was also there at every stupid event with my mother and he wore those silly little pins that she gave him. I believed him. 

I had my choice of schools after that, I could have gone anywhere but I wanted to stay in Rome. I wanted to be close to my mom and my dad. That was also the year that I stopped being so repressed, I started university and any inhibition was kicked down. My first time was with someone I’d been stalking for weeks, he’d bumped into me in the hallway and before I could call him some rude name he was already helping me pick up his books. I knew him from one of my classes and I knew that he had a girlfriend, but I didn’t care because in my head we were going to be together forever. A single act of kindness and all of a sudden I was convinced that it had to be love. In the bathroom of some house party came the great romantic climax that every young homosexual man dreamt of (not), it was after that I realised he didn’t know my name because he said the wrong one after he’d finished and I was left wondering if it was supposed to hurt as much as it had. Better came when I found one of his friends that same night and opted to, rather poorly, use my throat instead. He at least remembered me as being the guy that was really good at Super Smash Brothers after I’d kicked his, and everyone else’s ass, at one of the game nights hosted on campus.

When neither of them responded to my subsequent DMs the next day I felt rejected and hurt, I cried because it was in my nature to cry everytime I projected my selfish need to be loved onto people who couldn’t and wouldn’t ever reciprocate my feelings. I’d thought then that if I kept giving myself over to people who weren’t deserving then maybe one of them would step up to the plate. I got better at interpreting what people wanted and what they liked, my candour was abrasive but I made up for it by being forward and pretending like rejection didn’t phase me. It did, it always did. It didn’t stop me from trying to find myself in any man that would spare me a shred of kindness, or any unworthy guy that I saw fit to welcome into my body. I was popular both on campus and off but not for any reason that I was particularly proud of, my mom always laughed when I told her and insisted that I be safe. That I do whatever I have to do to be happy. She’d make a joke at my expense but when she did it it felt good, natural, and I found I didn’t mind it so much when it came from a place of kindness. 

My mother got sick that year, very sick, very quickly, and overnight Cadmus was gone. The name was a fake one, the police had never heard of him, and while my mother sat with a monitor on her arm a doctor pulled me aside and turned everything upside down. They were breaking a law by telling me, some ancient creed that I was yet to wrap my mind around that kept humans like me in the dark. Humans like my mother, a woman that had been made the victim of a witch’s spell. A witch who’d funnelled away her soul and left her an empty shell. It wasn’t meant to be long but all this came with a cost, a cost that meant I had to leave school, and a cost that meant I had to pick up the slack. It hadn’t been quick, in fact my mother suffered in her bedroom for years. Nurses, medications, constant pain, and her dignity stripped away as she lost control of everything from her bowels to her own breathing. Not-so-selfishly I wished she had died quickly, I wished that the doctor was right and it would have been over in a month or two because I found it hard to remember her red hair in the sunlight and that ridiculous vest. Instead I saw how she had thinned and paled, how her hair grew sparse and her eyes sunk low. I remembered her ragged breathing more than the deep laughter that she was best known for. I remembered her sickness, not her health, and I remembered the man that did this to her. 

When she died I felt myself take in a breath and I’ve been holding it ever since. 

Present Day

The basement was dank, it smelled of earth and iron. Mildew crept along the walls of the concrete foundation below the abandoned factory. There was nothing but the drip of water against old pipes and the distant scurrying of rodents scratching at the walls. Metal grinding against metal as the chains that bound the witch rubbed against one another. Atlas had Eoin to thank for this, a surprise text, a brief meeting, and at the druid’s insistence he’d been left alone with the witch who’d once gone by Cadmus. 

Light filtered through the grimy windows as specks of dust glowed within the golden hue of the morning sun. Blood lined what Atlas remembered as handsome features, a swollen eye obscured what the druid had once known, but at Atlas’ core he knew who this was. He could tell by the line of Cadmus’ jaw and the slope of his nose, the cant of his brow and the soft groans that fell from his unconscious frame. This was him, this was the bastard that had killed his mother. The witch that tricked them and deceived them, the man that was responsible for destroying the one person who’d always been in Atlas’ corner.

People said that vengeance didn’t make you feel better, there were quotes about the need for two graves, for the emptiness it left behind, and for how it was so much better to choose forgiveness instead. That wasn’t Atlas’ experience, killing Cadmus didn’t hollow him out, it just felt good. Dawn’s light faded to dusk’s twilight and the witch’s screams never relented, they felt good, better than Atlas would have thought possible. He remembered every night he’d gone to bed with tears in his eyes and every night that his mother had sat up stroking his hair, he remembered her ragged breaths and the fits that came to follow any laughter. He remembered the first time she’d put on that stupid vest and waved around those shiny enamel pins, and he remembered packing them all away and trying to decide what to do with her leftover medication. He remembered how hard he had to work to stay afloat and remembered what it felt like to be reborn in flames.

Bit by bit and nerve by nerve Atlas let himself be transformed. His minted azure flames that exposed the truth at the core of the witch’s being: a flailing coward who emptied his bowels over a concrete floor while he begged for his life. Somehow Atlas had expected more, he expected the slurs and the mockery that Cadmus started with, but the begging felt unnecessary. First the witch pleaded for him to stop, then he begged for death. It was hours before the sun came up when Cadmus stopped pleading entirely, nerves exposed and dead, his mind seemed to be doing whatever it could to protect him. By dawn Atlas got tired of torturing burnt meat, following Cadmus’ death rattle, Atlas reduced whatever remained of the witch to ash.

He was glad it was over though, the adrenaline had left a long time ago and he felt tired now. His hands were bloodied and burnt, they reminded him of Knossos and that feeling of being so broken he couldn’t recognize himself. For Atlas, this was different, because he’d come a long way from the pathetic cat that was still learning how to sharpen his claws. When it was over the druid caught his reflection in the grimy window. He didn’t recognize himself anymore, this person that he’d started towards ever since he stood over his mother’s slab in the funeral home. 

That was the thing about cremation though, they made you look at the body one last time before they turned it to ash.

[drylyoriginaltapestry]

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[jensonbensons]

it’s hard to pinpoint my exact interests, because every week i have a new one. but here are some of these weeks past obsessions. doesn’t mean i’m into them now but i definitely was these past 5 months

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[aa2000ph]

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The History Of Gold Detecting

The history of gold detecting dates back to the 19th century, with the emergence of metal detectors revolutionizing the process. These tools have evolved significantly, utilizing advanced technology to identify gold deposits with greater precision. Today, gold detecting metal detectors play a crucial role in the exploration and extraction of this precious metal. The quest for gold detection methods dates back to ancient times. People have utilized various techniques to find gold deposits, evolving over centuries. Ancient Methods Of Gold Detection In ancient times, individuals relied on visual observation and physical prospecting to find gold. They would scan riverbeds for glimmering particles or gather and pan streams for traces. Evolution Of Gold Detecting Technology Advancements led to the creation of metal detectors, revolutionizing gold detection. Modern devices now use electromagnetic fields to locate gold deposits underground efficiently.

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How Gold Detecting Metal Detectors Work

How Gold Detecting Metal Detectors Work: The Science Behind Gold Detection Gold detecting metal detectors operate by emitting electromagnetic fields to detect metal objects underground. Types Of Gold Detecting Metal Detectors There are two main types of gold detecting metal detectors: VLF (Very Low Frequency) and PI (Pulse Induction).

Tips For Successful Gold Detecting

For successful gold detecting, ensure to select a high-quality metal detector with advanced features. Familiarize yourself with the device settings and learn to interpret signals accurately. Research and choose the right locations for prospecting to increase your chances of finding gold nuggets efficiently. Choosing The Right Location Selecting the right location is crucial for successful gold detection. Research areas where gold has been found before, such as historical mining sites and nearby water sources. Look for areas with high mineralization as gold often gets trapped in these areas. Techniques For Effective Gold Detection - Master the use of your metal detector to differentiate between various metals. - Employ a slow and steady sweeping motion to thoroughly cover the ground. - Pay attention to the soil composition and beeper signals to identify potential gold targets. - Dig and inspect all signals, and use a pinpointer for more precise locating of targets.

Gold Detecting Etiquette And Ethics

Metal detecting for gold can be an exciting and rewarding hobby, but it is important to remember that responsible and ethical conduct is essential. As a metal detectorist, you have an obligation to respect private property, preserve historical sites, and contribute to the overall integrity of the hobby. In this section, we will explore some key aspects of gold detecting etiquette and ethics. Respecting Private Property Respecting private property is crucial in gold detecting. Always seek permission before entering someone's land to detect for gold. Trespassing not only violates laws but also damages relationships between landowners and metal detectorists. Remember, it's not worth risking your reputation and the reputation of the hobby by disregarding this basic rule. To respect private property: - Obtain permission from the landowner or authority responsible for the area you wish to detect. - Stick to designated areas or areas where you have gained permission. - Respect any temporary restrictions or guidelines set by the landowner. - Fill any holes and leave the area as you found it. Preserving Historical Sites When metal detecting for gold, it's essential to be mindful of historical sites. These sites may hold significant historical and cultural value, and damaging or removing artifacts can result in irreversible loss. By preserving historical sites, you are contributing to the preservation of our collective heritage. To preserve historical sites: - Research and familiarize yourself with local historical areas before detecting. - Handle artifacts and relics with care to prevent damage. - Do not remove or disturb any objects of historical importance. - Report any finds of historical significance to the appropriate authorities. By adhering to these principles, you can ensure that future generations can learn and appreciate the rich history that lies beneath the ground.

The Thrill Of Uncovering Hidden Treasures

What could be more exhilarating than embarking on a quest to find hidden treasures buried beneath the earth's surface? The thrill of searching for and detecting gold is an adventure like no other. With the aid of a cutting-edge Gold Detecting Metal Detector, you can uncover the secrets that lie beneath the soil, waiting to be discovered. In this blog post, we will explore the captivating world of gold detection, featuring real-life stories and examining the profound impact it has on individuals and communities. Real-life Gold Detecting Stories Let's dive into some astounding real-life tales of gold prospectors who have struck it rich through their detecting expeditions. These stories serve as a testament to the excitement and potential rewards that await those who venture into this mysterious realm. - The Legend of Lost Gold: In the heart of the Australian Outback, an intrepid adventurer stumbled upon a long-lost map leading to a hidden gold cache. Armed with a trusty gold detecting metal detector, he followed the clues and unearthed a bounty of untold wealth that had been buried for centuries. - Tales of the Yukon: In the freezing wilderness of the Yukon, a determined prospector used his gold detecting prowess to locate a riverbed teeming with precious nuggets. Word quickly spread, and soon a bustling gold rush town sprung up, breathing new life into the local economy. - A Modern-Day Quest: In a remote corner of the Amazon rainforest, an explorer armed with advanced metal detection technology embarked on a daring expedition. His goal? To find the fabled El Dorado, a mythical city of gold. Though the city remains elusive, the adventurer's discoveries along the way have shed new light on ancient civilizations and inspired countless others to pursue their own gold detecting dreams. Impact Of Gold Detection On Individuals And Communities Beyond the captivating stories of fortune and adventure, gold detection holds a profound impact on individuals and communities alike. Let's explore some of the ways in which this remarkable pursuit can transform lives. - Economic Empowerment: Gold detection can not only provide individuals with a newfound source of income, but it can also stimulate local economies. As the ripple effects of gold discoveries spread, job opportunities arise, businesses thrive, and entire communities flourish. - Cultural Preservation: Unearthing gold artifacts and treasures not only preserves the legacy of past civilizations but also encourages a deeper appreciation for history and culture. These findings enrich museums, spark academic research, and foster a sense of pride among local communities. - Personal Fulfillment: For many enthusiasts, the thrill of gold detection extends far beyond the material rewards. The sense of accomplishment and the connection to nature experienced during treasure hunts become a lifelong passion, granting individuals a purpose and a sense of fulfillment.

Frequently Asked Questions For Gold Detecting Metal Detector

How Does A Gold Detecting Metal Detector Work? A gold detecting metal detector works by emitting electromagnetic waves into the ground and detecting any changes in the reflected waves. When the waves encounter a metal object, such as gold, it creates a disruption in the electromagnetic field, alerting the detector to the presence of gold. What Are The Advantages Of Using A Gold Detecting Metal Detector? Using a gold detecting metal detector offers several advantages. Firstly, it allows you to search for gold in areas that may have been previously overlooked. Secondly, it is a non-invasive method of searching for gold, minimizing any potential damage to the environment. Lastly, it is a cost-effective way of prospecting for gold as it eliminates the need for expensive equipment and supplies. Can A Gold Detecting Metal Detector Detect Other Metals? Yes, a gold detecting metal detector can detect other types of metals. While it is specifically designed to detect gold, it can also detect other metals such as silver, copper, and bronze. This versatility allows users to search for a wide range of valuable metals and increase their chances of finding something of value. Is It Difficult To Use A Gold Detecting Metal Detector? No, using a gold detecting metal detector is not difficult. Most detectors come with user-friendly interfaces, making it easy for beginners to operate. Additionally, there are plenty of online resources and tutorials available to help users learn how to use their detectors effectively. With practice and experience, anyone can become proficient in using a gold detecting metal detector.

Conclusion

A gold detecting metal detector provides an exciting opportunity for both amateur and professional treasure hunters to uncover valuable treasures. With advanced features and user-friendly designs, these metal detectors offer an efficient and rewarding prospecting experience. Investing in a high-quality gold detecting metal detector can greatly enhance your treasure hunting adventures. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQdzYqynQF0 Read the full article

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GARRETT PD 6500i Metal Detector Security

The Garrett PD 6500i Beige Security Metal Detector is a cutting-edge security solution renowned for its advanced detection capabilities and user-friendly design. It features 33 pinpoint zones that precisely identify target locations from head to toe on both the left, center, and right sides of the body, thanks to its dual detection system. With over 20 standard security programs, it offers versatility and easy assembly for both portable and permanent setups. Its advanced broadband detection technology ensures it can detect a wide range of metals, including ferrous, non-ferrous, and stainless steel, while professional-grade weatherproofing ensures reliability in various environments. The multi-dimensional coil design enhances its detection capabilities, and tamper-proof settings through computerized access control provide security assurance. With advanced networking and remote operation capabilities, the Garrett PD 6500i is a trusted choice for high-security environments.

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If the bau were power rangers what would their colours be

I wanna make a much more in depth post because I also have specific suits in mind for them because a lot of colors will overlap but here's just the colors for now

Aaron Hotchner - Red

Jason Gideon - Red or silver

Derek Morgan - Blue

Spencer Reid - Purple or Violet

JJ Jareau - Pink or white

Penelope Garcia - Yellow (but rarely because she's mostly on coms)

Elle Greenaway - White

Emily Prentiss - Yellow (Red when she replaces Hotch)

David Rossi - Blue

Ashley Seaver - Pink

Alex Blake - Green

Kate Callahan - Purple

Tara Lewis - White or silver

Luke Alvez - Black

Stephen Walker - Green

Matt Simmons - I just see him as a bonus (or "sixth" ranger) because I can't pinpoint a color for him

BONUS:

IRT Rangers

Jack Garrett - Red

Monty Montgomery - Green

Clara Seger - Pink

Mae Jarvis - Pink or white

Misc. Rangers

Anderson - Silver

Strauss - Yellow

Cruz - Blue

Barnes - Red

Kevin - Green

Maeve - Crimson

Villains

Cat Adams - Divatox

Foyet - Lothor

Mr. Scratch - Snide