#i gave him muskles

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Cross werewolf skelly hybrid??? Yesyesyes

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On the selkie au: YES, YES, YES, A MILLION TIMES YES! Please continue at your earliest convenience ;) PS Did you get the asks I sent after the original soulmate thing? Which is lovely, btw.

Haha, okay :D

Tagging @the-puppets-mistress because it was their ask that started this.

(I should also really stop to listen to Rains of Castamere on repeat while writing for this au XD)

Also, I think I have all of your asks now, so you’re good.

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- Of course Regis had known about Cor’s project. It was hard not to, when the man came by his office every few days, specifically to complain about legal red tape.

- Regis wished he could have been of more help, but he was not his father or one of his more questionable ancestors, which meant the laws needed to be observed. This did not mean, however, that he... couldn’t help the process along a bit.

- By the end of it, he was looking at around thirty court-marshalls from the City Watch and the Crowsguard. (Cor had been ready for murder when he had learned of this.) Along with five nobles who would soon be facing trial by the Crown, and three others that were still being investigated.

- Regis had known about what Cor had planned to do. Which was why he didn’t do anything when Titus marched into his office, reporting stony faced that the Glaive HQ had been deserted.

- He smiled, reassured the Captain that everything was alright and silently pleaded with Cor not to do anything reckless or stupid.

- But his silent worry persisted. Which was why, when Cor was over three hours of his alloted time, he took Clarus with him and went out into the city. (Who grumbled all the way about reckless Kings and idiot friends.)

- They heard the music long before they reached Little Galahd. Lively drums, things that sounded like string instruments of all kind, wooden flutes and throaty singing.

- There was colour everywhere. Banners hung from windows, walls had been painted and sprayed. And the people. Dressed in all colours of the rainbow and more - tunics and skirts and dresses and trousers the likes of which Regis had never seen. And over all of it was the music, accompanied by the smell of grilled food, curry and stew, along with a myriad of spices and woodsmoke. It was like Clarus and he had entered another world.

- People were laughing and dancing and drinking and eating. And above all, they were... ignoring him.

- Oh, they saw him, alright. But they... did nothing about it. Some followed him with their eyes, but nothing more.

- It was a novel experience. And strange.

- Because normally their eyes had been full of a lingering contempt, and a want for blood buried so deep, most people could not see it. But now their eyes were... blank. And full of the kind of curiosity a wounded predator considered a new element in their territory with.

- It felt like a big part of the game had just been changed.

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- They found Cor in a bar called the Rose’s Thorn, not too far from the building complex that housed the Galahdian Glaives. All things considered, the taproom was emptier than expected.

- A large and burly man, dressed in a tunic and something that looked like a knee length skirt, was behind the bar and gave both Clarus and him a sharp look. He had long hair, braided on one side and a beard that covered half his face. With a sharp tilt of his head, the man motioned towards Cor without a word.

- Cor sat on the floor, leaning against the wall to the left, where the tables had been pushed to the side to make space, half buried beneath something large, furry and white. People milled around him, some standing, some sitting on the floor or on chairs. The mood was just as cheerful as everywhere else in Little Galahd, and Cor was at the centre of it.

- A small group of young children ran between the tables.

- Part of the group fell silent as the two Lucians walked up to them, which was when Cor noticed them. Regis could see by the glint in the Marshal’s eyes that he was decidedly tipsy. There was an awkward smile lingering at the corners of his mouth, as if Cor wasn’t sure how to do it, or if it belonged there.

- Cor moved his hands through white fur and the rumble in the air took up a notch. Powerful muskles moved and whiskers twitched. This was the moment Regis realized there was a life coeurl in a bar in his city.

- Clarus gave a not so quiet curse, but before either him or Regis could draw weapons, or even wonder how the large animal had even gotten here, large hands clamped down on their shoulders. They were as much a warning as they were a reassurance. It was the large bartender.

- “Now, don’t do nothing stupid, and we won’t have a problem here,” the man said.

- “Regis, Clarus,” Cor said before anyone could do something stupid, like draw a blade, “things may have played out different than expected.”

- “We can see that,” Clarus growled, just a touch hysteric.

- One of the small children, nearly a toddler, still, ran through the crowd and stumbled. Right in front of the large coeurl.

- Before anyone could react, it lifted its massive head and opened its mouth. Large and sharp fangs glintered in the light. Regis swore his heart stumbled.

- But instead of attacking the child, the coeurl carefully lifted the boy up by the scruff of his neck, and pressed its nose into his cheek to make sure he was alright. The boy giggled.

- “Would somone here kindly explain how a coeurl got inside this bar?” And into my city? Regis asked, but demanded, really.

- Now all eyes were in him and his Shield, and the air grew thick with tension. Suddenly this felt much more like a foreign political negociation.

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sanjivani 11.11.19 lb

ouff aaj ka ep bhi melodrama se bhara, kya yaaaaaaaar. baksh do mujhe, warna lb-ing chodna padega.

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that chakku (*anika voice*) looks so ridiculously fake, looks like aluminium foil fold kar karke banaaya hai.

ouff hathaapaai. on one hand i wanna fwd. on the other, i wanna see my man's muskles flex in that shirt so imma just stare at the screen slack-jawed.

ouff siddhu, har fight mein ek hi faaltoo strategy hai tera. start out strong and get in one punch at everyone, and then tire out and sabbbbbbbb ki maaar khaana.

thank god ishani intervened warna phir se buriiiiiiiii taraah pitt jaata. iss baar rahil/asha bhi nahi hai chest tube ghusaane ko.

huh. this looks familiar.

ah right.

apparently gunday are also really awestruck by this pradarshan of sachcha pyaar, that they're just standing there and watching these two stare at each other.

PHIR SE???????? OUFF. LAME AS FUCK. ALL OF YOU HERE, SIDISHA, GUNDAY, ALL OF YOU ARE DUMB AS SHIT AND IDC ANYMORE.

kaafi bhaaaari metaphor ki asha ko sid ke parathe naseeb nahi. only ishani is haqdaar.

"yeh sid aur ishani ka jala hua pyaar... kahin mhara gala na ghot de kisi din."

hahahahahaha. i might be on board with shady!asha if she has such choice dialogues.

asha is a big mood today.

oh lord pls asha, don't go along with this bs. i still begrudgingly like you/am on your team (in vardhan related matters) pls just stay chaotic neutral and don't ruin sid's career. pyaar ke bina phir bhi jee lega, but his career is the only thing he has going for him in life rn!

lmaoooooooooooooo kyaaaaaa chutiyaapa hai yaar. she gave them all her money and valuables already. no one would fucking waste further time with these ppl.

this is pretty much loosest fucking knot ever, idk why they're struggling so much. isse zyaada tight toh abhi mere pyjame ka naada bandha hua hai.

isko toh bas mauka chahiye taadne ko.

even ishani is like dude is this the fucking time to look at me like THAT????

"kaise?" 

BITCH YOU VERY WELL KNOW KAISE.

"jaise main pagalon ki tarah tumhe pyaar karta hoon?"

AYE HATTTTTTTTTTTT. JAB DEKHNA CHAHIYE THA, TAB TOH NAHI DEKHA. AB SHAADISHUDA HOKE AISE DEKHNA KA KOI FAAYDA NAHI. CHALO RASTA NAAPO BHAI.

sis ko woh sunte hi lust jaag utha.

"tumhare bina saans lena mushkil ho gaya hai mere liye."

surbhi like aye chal be, i've already heard this exact same dialogue from previous tv pati. in much sexier circumstances. try harder next time. 

"aap mere baare mein aisa soch nahi sakte."

lmao his face. he's like try and stop me, babe.

BRO WHERE WAS ALL THIS FIGHTING SPIRIT AND SEXINESS WHEN SHE WAS GRINDING UP ON YOU IN A TINYASS SARI BLOUSE????? GOD SRSLY, MEN ARE THE FUCKING STUPIDEST.

hein yeh imaginary scene kyun hai flashback mein?

what the fuck side are you on, sid???? coz it looks to me like you're ready to ditch asha the moment ishani's righteousness falters. men are really bullshit. both these girls deserve better than this.

yeah it was that easy from the fucking start. ainvayi khade the dono philosophy jhaadte hue. ugh.

fwding vardhan's bs.

what's this outta nowhere competitive trash talk between rahil and neil? anyway, idc, i'm just here to stare at the faces of my fav boys. alaavoooooo both. cyoootooos.

sid you're being a shadyass husband. not cool.

asha is having crisis of conscience about fucking sid over, but also ouff yeh dono aur inka do takke ka pyaar type feelings when sid is brusque with her about getting over ishani.

ainvayi filler nonsense.

literally who would choose to get operated by a resident over the leading specialist in the goddamn country, just based on some friend's hearsay? like not even juhi, but straight to sid, who’s much much lower in the hierarchy. kuch bhiiiiiiiiiii.

also, pretty sure you can't just CHOOSE who does your surgery like this???? the hospital must have some kinda protocol on who handles what cases.

UH IDK MAN, "TALENT EXPERIENCE NAHI DEKHTA" MIGHT WORK IN THE CASE OF LIKE.... ACTING..... OR BUILDING THE HOT NEW SOCIAL NETWORK OR SOMETHING....... NOT WHEN YOU'RE CHOOSING THE PERSON TO OPERATE ON YOU. JUST COZ I SLICE ONIONS WELL DOESN’T MEAN I’M QUALIFIED TO CUT INTO YOUR CHEST AND POKE AROUND.

shashank has confidence in sid that frankly, no one else here, has. including sid himself.

oh dad. kaash life mein bhi hotein aap iske. itne mental issues nahi hotein isko. hotein (i mean, look at anjali.) but still, at least 36.72% less hotein, in my opinion.

this one is about to start crying.

juhi ko bas aise cliche lines sunaane ko rakha hai yahaan pe aaj kal.

yaar this poor boy. please let this go well. he needs to have this go well, he needs a fucking win already.

THIS MOTHERFUCKER NEEDS TO FUCKING DIE. HE NEEDS TO DIE.

the most realistic part of this show is how ishani subsists on absolute trash, like any young adult left to their own devices.

ugh. this cuteass fucker. it’s wrong that he’s doing this when married but ugh, he’s just sooooo fucking cute. and seems to be having like..... a raaaaaaaare moment of happiness. i can’t begrudge him that after how fucking miserable he’s been for weeks now.

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goddddddddddddddd. i hope this is all just a red herring and he didn't actually fuck up. at least not in a big way.