#mother-in-law's tounge

[caleod]

24-4-23

[faghubby]

Opening doors

"Is this what you like baby, I know it is" Linda said as she fucked me with her strapon. I was naked bent over the bed my legs spread wide. As she pounded my ass with deep thrust my ass swallowed 6 inches of her toy.

"Yes, baby yes" I moaned. She slowed and leaned in I felt her breast press against my back.

"Next week is your anniversary, baby. What do you want?" Linda asked me. At first I didn't know what she meant out anniversary was months away.

"You been my bitch for a year" Linda told me when I hesitated. Before I could speak she rammed her cock hard back into my ass.

"You want more slut?" She teased as she rammed my ass over and over. She finally pulled out and smacked my ass.

"Wow, baby your ass is all stretched out, maybe I should get a bigger cock" she unbuckled the strapon and I heard it hit the floor. As she headed into the bathroom. I got up and grabbed the toy. I knew it was my responsibility to clean it and put it away till Linda was ready to use it again. Linda walked put of the bathroom in her robe.

"Change those sheets too, slut you ot them all sticky" Linda laughed when she saw the wet spot I had made as she had milked my prostate with her cock. She then stepped close to me.

"Baby, I think you should go smooth again." Her hand cupping my balls. "Remember when you where all sexy and smooth?" She teased. I kept all my body hair trimmed close I had shaved it all off back when we had started this game but had let it grow back after a few weeks.

Linda had dictated alot since we began. First she took more control of our marriage, it was no longer 50/50. Instead more like 70/30. She made all major decisions. Only asking my opinion. She also dicteated my looks. Letting my hair grow longer but kept neat. She had changed my wardrobe. No more sweats and tee shirts. Dressing me so I looked hot. As she put it. Also no more slacking at the gym. I was kept lean. She made sure I worked on my glutes. She liked me having a hot ass to fuck. Me being inside her was also changed. I pleased her with my tounge, toys, even my fingers but she was never letting my dick inside her ever again. She told me. I just nodded. She kissed me and smacked my ass again as she went out to the kitchen.

I decided to shave right then, Linda had given me tips months ago. And since my hair was always trimmed it wasn't to bad. But took about an hour. When I came out I found Linda had laid out clothes for me. This was rare bit not unheard of. There was a underwear she had found awhile ago. They had a small pouch to hold my dick and balls. But the back was just straps around my waist and legs keeping my whole ass exposed. The shorts where shorter then I liked and tight. What surprised me was a sports bra. A black sports bra this was new. I thought but pulled it on.

"OH don't you look hot" Linda whistled from the doorway. I blushed.

"I think you're missing something though" she smiled as she held up a pink butt plug. "Let's go bitch" she said as I pulled down the shorts and bent over. After the reaming she had given me an hour ago it slid right in. I fixed my shorts and Linda gave me a shirt to wear over my bra.

"Mom is coming over" she told me. As she went to get dressed. My mother in law and I had never gotten along but our relationship had definitely improved over the last few months. I wasn't comfortable wearing this bra and my ass plugged with her here. I finished making the bed and tiding up. Linda walked up behind me and pushed on the plug in my ass. I moaned.

"Have to control that with mom here" Linda warned me. Just then my mother in law. Carol walked in. She never rang the bell she always just let herself in. She walked right over and hugged Linda. Then to my surprise hugged me as well. As she did Linda pushed on my ass again. I mumbled.

"What was that?" Carol asked.

"Nothing just said good to see you" I told her. She just smiled. I waited on Carol much like I had been serving Linda. Linda and her mom had several quiet laughs together I feel at my expense. After dinner I was doing dishes when Carol was saying her goodbye. I stopped only to say good night. Carol's hand ran across my back as if she was feeling the bra thru my shirt. She stepped back with a smile.

I was worried she had felt the bra. And rushed away. Linda came in moments later her hand pushed on the plug hard.

"Ohhhh" I moaned.

"Remember when we talked about other men" Linda asked. "Would you still let me have another man if I wanted?" she asked. "A real man"

"Yes" I moaned.

'I think you like a man too" she giggled pushing on the plug even harder. She led me to the bedroom. Leaving the dishes.

"I want you to put this on" Linda told me holding up a punk satin nightie. I was shocked

"You will for me won't you" she told me. She undressed me and slid on on me. She then added matching panties sliding them up my legs.

"How do they feel?" Linda asked her hand cupping my already stiff dick. She then undid her pants she was wearing her strapon.

"You look so pretty" her finger ran across my lips. "Suck my cock" she told me. She pushed on my shoulders till I was knelt between her legs. "Take it kiss it, suck the tip" she told me. I looked up at her scared. She just ran the toy over my lips. My lips parted and she fed me her cock.

"OH that's so hot baby" she told me. Cheering me on. I tried to take more as she coached me. "I bet you love a real cock in your mouth"

As I continued. Linda kept teasing me. "I told mom I caught you wearing my bra" she told me.i tried to jump up but she kept the toy in my mouth. She then pulled me to my feet.

"I need you to fuck me now". But she knelt and pulled out a belt. She strapped a strapon to me and laid on the bed. "Fuck me like a lesbian lover" she guided the toy into her pussy. It was strange not feeling her as I fucked her. Getting excited I slipped out several times despite the large size. Linda took over rolling me over she mounted the toy and rode me. Calling me a slut as she teased my nipples. I came from the intensity of all of this and her rubbing the harness against me as she rode the toy.

"Baby you finished already" Linda giggled. As she had her own orgasm. She kept going stretching out her pleasure. Before she just collapsed on my chest. I felt so strange. Still dressed in her satin panties and nightie. Linda got up.

"You can wear this all night if you like" she teased me. As she pinched my nipple. I was almost in tears as I got up and stripped. This was to far. I thought.

"Don't act all pouty" Linda told me. She pushed on the plug still buried in my ass.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck" I moaned.

"Yeah you are a bitch, aren't you?" She asked.

"Yeeeees" I hissed.

"Go pick out something pretty to wear to bed then" she told me. Pointing to her closet.

"Linda" I whined. She just pointed. I walked to her closet. There was a yellow satin baby doll hanging on a hook in front of everything else. I knew Linda had picked it out. I stripped and removed the plug then put it on and walked back out. Linda already in bed. I slipped under the covers. She spooned me her hand on my ass.

I woke in the morning to Linda kissing me. She cuddled up to me. Half asleep I got up and went to pee. Shit I thought. As soon as I got up. Linda had but the chastity cage on me. It had been months since we had played with one. But this one was not the one we had bought. It was small pink plastic cage.

"Linda?" I asked pulling up the nightie.

"I know but don't try and tell me you don't want it" Linda gave a evil littlle smile. "You like my cock so much now I think you don't need one of your own" I sighed and went to shower. She would tire quickly of this game I thought. She always did.

Linda was still in bed when I got out of the shower. She had laid out piles of lingerie on the bed.

"You will wear girlie undies from now on. I never want to see you not wearing something sexy under your clothes is that understood?" Linda told me. Looked thru the piles of panties and bras. There where also stockings and garters. Linda choose a flower printed bra and panty set for me to wear today. She helped me clasp the bra. Then had me put everything away in my dresser. My underwear drawer was empty.

"Before you get dressed come suck my cock" Linda told me. I turned to see her holding a dildo. Bigger then her pink one she used on my ass. This one also looked like a dick. I made a face as I looked at her.

"Don't be like that, I know you want to" she motioned me with her finger. Defeated I lowered my head and came over to her.

"Just like I showed you" she told me. She held the dildo and guided into my mouth. "Show me how appreciative you are for all your pretty panties" she told me. She had me suck it a little then started to make me take more of it gagging me.

"I am going to train you to be my perfect little slut" she told me."that's it slut take all my cock" Linda told me. My jaw and throat hurt after what seemed like an hour of sucking her toy. Then Linda got up she was naked. She opened a box of pantyliners. She pulled down my panties showed me how to put one on.

"These will keep you from leaking your juices and ruining your pretty panties. Only then was I allowed to get dressed. The padded bra made it look like I had little titties.

"Tina is coming over, do you need something to help you remember to behave" Linda placed a huge buttplug on my dresser. I just shook my head no. I went to put on a baggy sweatshirt.

"It's way to warm for that" Linda smiled. I went to change my shirt.

"You look fine or I could find you something in my closet for you to wear" Linda told me. I looked at her worried. She ran her hand over my "breasts."

Linda headed to the shower. I was watching sport center when the door bell rang. I answered the door. Tina immediately noticed my "breasts" but just smiled. Linda came in turned off the tv and had me sit with them as the chatted. It was just what twas going on type thing over a glass of wine. Linda had me sit close to her. Her hand running over my thigh, or ass randomly. Once even cupping my breasts. As I blushed.

"That new guy I met at the gym. Mark" Tina said changing the subject

"OH yeah" Linda said. "You like him hunny he is hot" Linda told me.

"He is big too" Tina smiled.

"Really, good for you" Linda laughed. "Isn't she lucky Paul" I just looked at the floor. I tried to leave but Linda just held me there.

"Don't go aweety, just girl talk" she told me. "You like bigcock. I am the onlynone here stuck with a small one." She cupped my cage.

"Is that true Paul, do you like big cock too?" Tina giggled

"Well he isn't brave enough to find a real one but he does like to be stretched. Don't you baby?" Linda laughed. "Would you like to show Tina what you been practicing?" Linda continued. I was scared staring at Linda horrified. "He is shy maybe another time, he is learning how to deep throat. " Linda continued.

"That's wonderful men love that" Tina laughed. "Now we need to find Linda some big cock don't we?" Tina laughed as she hugged me goodbye. Then Linda turned and hugged me as well.

"Don't wait up" she told me and left with Tina.

Tina sent me pics several hours later. Of Linda dancing with several different men. Then later one of Linda kissing a large black man. It was late I got ready for bed. I had fallen asleep when Linda woke me up. She was naked and slid into bed next to me. She kissed me and cuddled. I still wore the bra and panties. In the morning Linda woke me again.

"Should I invite your brother over or?" She pulled out the dildo again. I sucked it as she gave me tips again. I was afraid to ask her about last night. Linda let me pick my underwear after I was done. An unpadded bra and simple cotton briefs. She didn't say aword. Every day started with me sucking her toy. After a week she pegged me with a even bigger strapon while I sucked my toy. My panties became more and more risqué. As I wore a thong and lace braleete to work that day. That night Linda had another girls night out. Again I recieved pics from Tina. But the last one was of Linda on her knees in a parking lot sucking a big cock. /looks like Linda found a big one/ the caption said.

when Linda came home I slid between her legs and licked her swollen cunt.

"He used a condom" Linda laughed as she rubbed my head. I knew it would not of mattered if he hadn't. That is when I excepted my place would always be on my knees.

[longlivechips]

A drabble on what if Arthur repealed the magic ban while Merlin wasn't there. I like the idea of Arthur thinking Merlin will be mad, he said magic has no place in Camelot afterall. And Merlin being like shit I'm gonna have to start telling the truth.

A fic where Merlin goes to visit his mother for a few weeks. It's Yule and he misses her.

While he is gone a child comes to trial. Hardly 12 and clearly terrified. She had been caught using magic.

She swears she didn't mean to, that it just started happening one day and she was so scared of what was happening to her.

The law says she is to burn.

But Arthur just can't seem to make the call. He can only think of the girl Morgana used to be when he looks at her.

He speaks to Gaius and Geoffrey about what Camelot was like before the ban. How people square magic. He learns, for the first time, more than his father had ever let him.

He's thinking of......well not reversing the magic ban. But this girl can't be evil surely.

He wishes Merlin were here, his advice is often quite sound. But Arthur is unsure if Merlin, who has been so outspoken against magic in the past, would agree with such loose laws.

But it comes down to this. Arthur cannot in good conscience kill that girl. And he can not have her as an exception. So he changes the law.

Merlin hasn't spent this long in Ealdor since before he left. He finds it quite lonely without Will to cause trouble with.

But he finds he is not ostracized like he was when he was a boy. In fact, more often than not he has to dodge mothers pushing their daughters onto him as prospects.

He is in his mother's house trying bundles of herbs to be dried and taken back to Camelot when his mother rushes in.

She stairs at him for a moment. Eyes wide, something clearly about to spill off her toung.

"Mother?" Merlin says moving closer, " What's wrong what happened? Has goodie meridan gone into labor?"

"Merlin. My boy. We just received news from Camelot. Gaius sent a letter. I....." Her face is flush. She doesn't look scared but Merlins heart drops anyway

"Arthur...." Merlin starts

"He's fine, he's fine" Hunith walks towards her son, cupping his face in her hands.

She laughs. Full belly and full of joy, her hands on his face strong, they almost hurt.

"He repealed the magic ban Merlin. Oh my boy by royal decree"

Merlins knees nearly give out.

"Surely you aren't serious....." Merlin gasps. "Do you have the letter?"

She hands it over and he reads frantically.

My good Hunith.

I write you instead of Merlin for reasons that will become obvious.

I also just request more of that dried lavender you sent last time, it does not smell the same from the north.

How is your neighbor Gregory fairing with his leg? My tonic recipe helped I hope, I would like to hear how it went.

There is news from Camelot. You might have heard, it will make fast news I'm sure.

A girl was brought to court for magic. Hardly 12 summers, she swears she did not train for magic, that it came naturally and she has no control.

Arthur was hesitant to burn her, despite the law, and tasked me with examining her.

I explained my findings, you know my friend how truly common it is to have magic as the girl does. Arthur listened well, and I sent the king off with what recommendations I could.

There are few books left on the subject but he spoke to Geoffrey. I assume he found some enlightened reading.

The next day, his verdict was as follows.

"The law of the land, as set by my Father King Uther, is that magic has no place in Camelot. I quite agree. Magic is dangerous, it has raveged my family.

But I can't help but think these laws might create more enemies. I cannot kill a girl for a crime she did not willingly commit. But I cannot banish her and create an enemy."

The council spoke on formal matters and specifics but Hunith, it is looking well. I feel hope I haven't had in decades.

Arthur has repealed the magic ban, in part. There are specifics to be worked out, and it is unclear if it would apply to Merlin. It certainly wouldn't apply to myself.

I will write again when I have more details.

I wish I could see the boy's face when he hears the news. Give him my love

Gaius

Merlin reads it. Than again. The third time he skims it he is tearing up. Looking desperately for any sign that Gaius tells a lie.

When he finds none, and there is no answer but that Gaius's words are true.

Merlin weeps. He falls to his knees and weeps.

Hunith cradles his head, spilling some tears of her own.

"oh my boy" she says. "What news. I knew Arthur would be a good king." She presses a kiss to her son's head.

Merlin cries, and wonders why he feels more scared than ever.

[demie90s]

The Ultimate

Shuri x Fem!reader

Warning: None. Like 840 words

Part 1

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East of Wakanda a Tribe living only out of Vibranium, however only 2 left made fully out of the source. Queen Hadi and her husband and King Malik. Together they had only one child.

This child came to be be name Princess Y/fn of the Adamma tribe. Better known as the lost tribe of Marrakech.

Born October 10th, 2004. The strongest beings in the world. Born with multiple powers that she had to train everyday , but babies don’t know how to control things.

Willingly at least.

Telekinesis, Hydrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Geokinesis, and Super Strength.

At 5 she was excepted to learn seven languages at the same time. Was this easy on a child no…of course not. But she did surprisingly well, and by 8 she knew…

- Kech ( Mother tounge ) not counted

-Spanish

-English

-French

-Russian

-Korean

-Japanese &

-Xhosa

At age 9 Y/fn made such advanced technology they created a passage to the quantum realm that only they have access to making them the first of human kind to start civilization there.

At age 10 her mother wanted her to experience the best of life. She thought training her so much at a young age would create a cold blooded killer. Working around chemicals all day didn’t help either.

So they was sent on a trip to North America. Specifically the US. She grew to hate how self centered the people were.

How they consistently harmed their own kind.

How lazy and unfair their laws where.

This did take a toll on her causing her to see how the world really works. Her own people being murdered and mistreated. She does not smile often and has been taught to show no emotion but she could not help but to feel constant aching in her chest when these things happen.

At age 13 they returned home and continued to train. This did not surprise her mother. She was only there for 3 years.

But one day in the US can make you want to blow your brains out.

At the age of 14 she started to perfect her powers. This was not a must but purely for fun. Best part about made of Vibranium is you technically can’t die.

Brute force is one way to destroy the metal, but only if one possesses the strength of a god.

By 15 she was titled The Ultimate by her mother, her father, her people.

Her parents didn’t want her to waste away being that nothing was after them. So they did something.

At 16 the Avengers recruited her.

This can happen if you have an exceptional power or skillset, and happen to catch positive attention from a current member. But in her case her parents made them.

Not that she had a problem with it but come on. Going out and saving people willingly was in no way shape or form better than staying home in her comfortable bed.

Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Spider-Man, Nebula, Rocket, Captain Marvel, Okoye, Black Panther, Ant-Man and more.

Her favorite being Okoye & Black Panther. She considered them ‘her home away from home.’

Okoye is an skilled martial artist and master of staff and spear fighting. She carries a specialized vibranium spear, capable of collapsing into a handle for quick concealment.

A weapon traditionally wielded by members of the Dora Milaje. An elite group of warriors who serve as the all-female special forces for Wakanda.

They also serve as the Black Panther's personal bodyguards. Also known as Prince T'Challa the King of Wakanda and the eldest child of T'Chaka and Ramonda.

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She loved the thrill fighting gave her but before she returned back to her home Prince T’Challa suggested that she goes back with them because they wanted some new weapon ideas and he wanted her to be there when he was crowned king.

To which she agreed. She was going to come back even if she hadn’t to check out some of their technology.

When they landed back in Wakanda she was introduced to The Princess.

Possessing one of the most brilliant minds in the world. Princess Shuri, she also the chief science officer for Wakanda, a position she cherishes much more than her royal status.

“Hello I am y/fn Adam- ” You began quickly getting cut off making her stand with wide eyes.

“I know- I am sorry it is just that I am a huge fan. I have never met anyone made out of Vibranium this is so cool.” The Princess said quickly.

You smirked.

‘Praise kink is on 100’

“I am a big fan of you to. I heard about your Vibranium Gauntlets and theyare absolutely amazing.” You say in awe.

“What a cute little nerd moments they are having.” T’Challa said out loud earning a quick slap to the arm from his mother and a chuckle from Okoye.

You looked around the beautiful land as they spoke. “Could I show you some of my new inventions. I could use an smart persons opinion.” Shuri asked.

“Of course” You replied waving at the others while she held other hand leading you to her lab.

That is where it all started.

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[whynotbread]

Growing up in in the Ome Edo

The Many Nations War was the civil war that resulted in the fracturing of the once mighty Xenifojan empire into 16 nations. It lasted so long and its effects upon the nations of Exodsa are so profound that time is reckoned with the terms Soroxka wogo (SW), Soroxka ko (SK), and Soroxka pogoza (SP), meaning before, during, and after the war. But these effects are not only felt on the national scale, but by individual people as well. That said, this is a biographical story of child in a nation that doesn't feel many of those effects at first, but is hit hard later on.

67 SP- A girl is born into a small, well-off but not wealthy family in Sawa, the capital of the small nation of Notoxosra. Her father, Serse Motosna, is the owner of a few stores in the merchants' district, and had recently gained the opportunity to form a contract with the mages' guild to sell them spellcasting materials his suppliers found. Her mother, Wafwo Azobelna, was a well educated woman who had given up her job as treasurer for the University of Sawa due to Notoxosra's lack of laws protecting working mothers. The girl's parents decide to name her Peyayxa, meaning "strong tounge", since they want their daughter to always speak her mind. Following Sonexyan tradition, Peyayxa takes her mother's surname, Azobelna. She is a healthy baby, and is well taken care of by both of her parents.

72 SP- Peyayxa is 5. She is now considered old enough to begin going to the local temple with her father. She hears the holy scholar tell stories of the Ome Ekobe, the four major deities. She listens to how Odse, the god in the sky, makes day and night come on time. She learns about Serse, the god in the ocean who her father is named after, controls the currents that help ships come to Notoxosra's ports. She listens intently to the stories of Wewo, the goddess in the earth, who makes the soil that farms grow on and the earthquakes that destroyed an ancient city. When the holy scholar mentions Cosega, the goddess in the underworld, he skips any stories about her. This frustrates Peyayxa because she wants to hear lots of stories from the scholar, and she doesn't understand why he won't tell one about Cosega. She asks her father why while they're walking home, and he simply says "Peya, we don't talk about Tofo Loyo unless we want bad luck".

74 SP- Peyayxa is 7. It's time for her to start her first year of school. As she gets ready for her first day of school, her mother warms up one of the special koho that she made for Peyayxa the previous night. In addition to the normal minty chicken filling, her mother made these koho with diced vegetables and goat cheese. The steamed bread is hearty enough to carry Peyayxa through the school day until she gets home, later than her normal lunchtime. When she arrives at the school, she greets her teacher, who introduces themself as master Kawfora Sosorenta. Throughout the year Peyayxa learns how to read and write the 22 letters of the Xenefoya script, the names of the seasons and months, when each of the holidays are, and how to count to 100. But what interested Peyayxa the most was that when her teacher taught the class about the deities, they didn't shy away from talking about Cosega. She learned that Cosega is the goddess who rules over the afterlife. Because of her association with death many people are superstitious about her, and even go so far as to call her Tofo Loyo to avoid saying her true name.

77 SP- Peyayxa is 10. It's her final year in the lower school, next year she'll move on to the middle school. When everyone introduces themselves, one student introduces himself as Gotaj Rewadjoxar from one of the Xnifjan nations way up north. Peyayxa tries to introduce herself to him, but she can't get his name right and ends up saying "Hi Ko-ta-ya, I'm Peya, wanna be friends". They do become friends. Later in the year, final exams are handed out and both Peyayxa and Gotaj get high enough grades to qualify for harder classes at the middle school next year.

78 SP- Peyayxa is 11. It takes some effort, but Peyayxa is able to convince Gotaj to join the harder class with her. Peyayxa helps Gotaj with cultural and religious studies, and Gotaj helps her with math. Halfway through the year, a new student named Kokya joins Peyayxa's class. Both Peyayxa and Gotaj quickly befriend Kokya who turns out to be a genius at writing and literature, and so with his efforts added they pass nearly every test with flying colors. Later in the year the year Peyayxa overheard her parents talking about how Notoxosra had finally given in to pressure from its neighbor nation of Ascepfohena and joined Owesonexya's Ome Edo alliance. Peyayxa didn't know what a lot of those words meant, but from the way her parents' voices sounded it made her worried.

79 SP- Peyayxa is 12. On her way to school Peyayxa sees a big column of soldiers wearing Owesonexya's flag march into the navy base at the docks. This makes her worried, but her school day is uneventful and dispels her worries a little bit. When she goes to Gotaj's house his parents seem really on edge, and he tells her that because of the Ome Edo's travel bans, he won't be able to visit his grandparents in the north anytime soon. Later in the year, Peyayxa has her first period. Because of Sonexyan taboo surrounding anything related to puberty, Peyayxa had no idea this was coming and thought she was dying. Her mother was able to calm her down and help her through it, and got her father to send a letter to the school telling them Peyayxa was sick and wouldn't be attending the last few days of school that week. After a few days, Her mother told her that since she had begun becoming an adult, she had to choose wether to be a manexya, a woman like her mother; or a wanexya, someone who conceales their birth sex and took upon a differnent set of gender roles like her first teacher master Sosorenta. Even though her mother teller her that she has a year to decide, Peyayxa chooses to be a manexya after two weeks. Once she's made this decision she goes shopping with her mother for women's clothing, and donates all of her old children's clothing to the lower school charity.

80 SP- Peyayxa is 13. When she gets to school, she notices that Gotaj is dressed in men's clothes, signifying that at some point over the break he'd chosen to be a panexya. When she greeted him his voice was noticeably deeper, but she laughed when it cracked a few times while he spoke. Kokya's voice had also deepened, but Peyayxa noticed that he was still wearing children's clothing, signifying that he hadn't chosen yet. About were dressed in wanexya clothing, and when they sat down they kept accidentally sitting on their veil. The three of them were joking about Kokya's seeming inability to manage their veil when a Owesonexya soldier barges into the classroom. He tells their teacher that while she hasn't done anything wrong, she must leave the classroom at once. An hour later, a man walks into the classroom. He says in a matter of fact voice that he is their new teacher, master Tovozda Kokyona, assigned to their class by the Ome Edo education administration.

83 SP- Peyayxa is 16. For the past three years, the Ome Edo education administration has overseen Peyayxa's school. Peyayxa and her classmates had been told that the northern nations were being bankrolled by the Salidek Federation in the archipelago to the west to destabilize the Ome Edo. Most of her classmates, especially Gotaj, ignored these messages. Many Notoxosran merchant ships still illegally traded with the north and Notoxosra still maintained a friendly relationship with the north, although now unofficially. But each year there had been one or two of her classmates that had fallen for the propaganda, mostly those in the junior government and military programs. Peyayxa snapped out of her worry, today was a day she couldn't let her mind be clouded. Today was the day when everyone had to decide wether to go on to a pre-college specialization school, or to go for an apprenticeship. She had been thinking about this for the past few months, and already knew that she wanted to go to a specialization school. The question remained of what kind to go to. Mathematics? Science? History and culture? literature? Religion? Peyayxa didn't care much for math or literature, so those two were easy to rule out. She was good at history and culture, but they weren't particularly interesting to her, so those could also be ruled out. The final two options are what made the choice hard, science and religion. She loved both the academic and spiritual aspects of nature, and was passionate about both. After much deliberation, Peyayxa decided to join her temple's built-in religious specialization school. Science was appealing to her, but none of the careers available to scholars of nature appealed much to her, and none paid much. She talked to Kokya after class, and they revealed that much to Peyayxa's expectation, they had chosen to go to a specialization school for literature. She couldn't find Gotaj after class, so she went to his house and asked his parents where he could be. They told her that Gotaj had already secured an apprenticeship on a merchant ship, and had left school early to leave on an expedition.

86 SP- Peyayxa is 19. After completing specialization school the previous year, Peyayxa joined the temple as a junior holy scholar. She focused her studies on Cosega, the fearsome underworld goddess who had started her religious fascination, as well as the patron deity of Sawa, who happened to be a nature deity. Suddenly, the calm music that had been playing stopped. Peyayxa thought that the device playing it had broken, like it had many times before. The holy scholar who had bought it had said it was this new thing called a "radio", and while Peyayxa did like the on-demand music, she didn't really care that much about it. Suddenly the radio turned on, and a deep voice announced that this was a special broadcast from the government. She sighed, more news about the tensions between the Ome Edo and the northern nations was not what she wanted to hear about right now. The voice introduced himself as Odse Asronsa, the host of the local news broadcast. Peyayxa hadn't known that Sawa had one of those, radio being so new and all. The voice continued, saying that this was a special announcement concerning Notoxasra's future, because the incredible commonness of illegal trade with the north in Notoxosra had been discovered by the Ome Edo trade commission. Another voice, this one just as deep but somewhat nervous, almost pathetic sounding, chimed in. It introduced itself as Pabega Pasna, Owesonexya's head of diplomacy. After a good deal of incomprehensible nervous muttering and mumbling, the voice spoke clearly. Owesonexya was going to blockade all of Notoxosra's ports as punishment not only to the government but to the people of Notoxosra for participating in illegal trade on such a large scale. Peyayxa's jaw practically fell off, Notoxosra's ports were its main source of income, this would cripple the nation. She fell asleep in her quarters tossing and turning, and awoke not feeling rested in the slightest. When she gazed out of her window to the ports, she could see two ironclad steamers flying Owesonexyan flags make their way into the sea just outside of the port. Someone in a fishing boat threw a brick at a soldier standing on the deck of the ironclad, but the brick just thudded off the side of the ship and into the sea.

87 SP- Peyayxa is 20. Rioters had gathered around the Owesonexyan embassy again, and like the last few times they were forcefully dispersed by the security force. Peyayxa sighed, she was tired. The temple had given two thirds of the scholars' quarters to merchant families as small apartments. She didn't mind helping the families, they needed all the compassion they could get, but the living situation for the holy scholars had gotten much, tighter. Funds for maintenance of the temple had also dried up, almost no one had the money to pay for their services anymore. They still hosted a regular congregation for monthly services, and many more people attended than before the blockade, straining the temple's resources even farther. Peyayxa was also worried about her friends. Kokya had joined a state-run newspaper out of fear of persecution for working for a private one. They maintained a stable life, but told Peyayxa that they hated helping to spread propaganda, even if almost no one believed it. Neither of them had heard a word from Gotaj since the blockade, and all they could do was hold onto hope that he had found his grandparents in his home nation and was living with them.

89 SP- Peyayxa is 22. It was too much. All of it, the economic downturn, the temple falling into disrepair, everything. Kokya had been found out to be secretly writing for an anti-Ome Edo paper, and no one had heard from them since. Peyayxa still hadn't heard from Gotaj, and neither had his parents. Peyayxa felt like she had to do something, doing nothing was killing her on the inside, it had been slow at first but now it was getting faster, threatening to eat her in a single bite if she continued simply bowing her head in defeat. She'd bought a small revolver, it was all she could find. She didn't any plan for what to do with it, but she'd bought it nonetheless. Later in the year, she heard her fellow holy scholars mention that the prime minister from 11 years ago who had led Notoxosra into the Ome Edo had been reinstated, but was old. They said he was sick, and seeking spiritual guidance. A plan formed in Peyayxa's mind, not one she liked at all, but one she felt she had to do. She penned a letter in carefully practiced cursive, the kind of neat and fast writing that took years of practice to achieve. She offered her spiritual services to the sickly official for a low, but not unreasonable price.

90 SP- Peyayxa is 23. The revolver felt cold on her left thigh, and walking around with it cocked made her anxious. Luckily, she was able to hide it under her holy scholar garb. Her bag of various spiritual implements and theological books felt heavy in her hand. It was obvious that she had overpacked, but she just told the escort that you can never be overprepared for these kinds of things. In reality, she was just to nervous to realize how much she was putting in the bag while she packed. Peyayxa arrived at the door to the prime minister's office after a short walk from the entrance to the capital building that had felt like an eternity. The ornate door was easily twice her height, and was made of red-colored tropical wood that used to be imported from the central regions before the blockade. Seeing that only furthered her resolve. The feeling of cold metal on her thigh became an affirming presence rather than an anxious one. The door opened, and in a weak voice the elderly prime minister beckoned her to enter. As soon as stood at his desk, Peyayxa's hand shot down and pulled out the revolver. before the escort was even able to react the bullet had already exited the opposite side the old man's skull. For how small it was, it shouldn't have made as large of a hole as it did, it was almost as if this bullet had carried with it the force of four years of an entire nation's anger and desperation. Peyayxa didn't even stand long enough to register her success. The escort had pulled his gun, and shot her in an attempt to stop her, but his bullet found her a split second too late.

95 SP- Peyayxa would be 28. Notoxosra, after a bloody four year long revolution, had escaped from the grasp of the Ome Edo. Xawye, another nation in the Ome Edo's grasp, was still revolting. On the edge of Sawa, near the temple where she was rumored to have studied, stood a statue. It depicted the figure a faceless woman standing in front of the flag of Notoxosra. Her only identifying features being the only two things about her that the nation had managed to find out, her scholarly clothing, and the small revolver held in her right hand. At the base of the statue knelt an old couple, who laid down a small bread roll that smelled of chicken, vegetables, and goat cheese. The wife broke down sobbing, and the husband appeared to be barely maintaining composure. After they left, the roll was quickly discarded by temple staff to avoid attracting animals.

[funkyllama]

What language does your country speak, and are there other languages in your world that your characters interact with?

Omg! omg! I was just thinking of sending an ask like this lol-

So, I've only mentioned this to a few people, but I envision Iona as a mountainous equivalent to real life Luxembourg. Although, Iona is slightly bigger due to it being, essentially, two Grand Duchies merged into one Kingdom in the 1950s with the marriage of Orv and Hana. They have different laws and ideas, but swear an oath to the same nationalized government whose head of State is now Viviane. It canonically borders my friend, @officalroyalsofpierreland 's, Empire of... Pierreland (lol). Inspired by its irl equivalent, roughly 50% of its population did not originate from Iona and it's actually very easy to gain Ionian citizenship. Most modern Ionians speak German or French as their mother tounge depending on which Grand Duchy their grandparents originated from, or which direction they're commuting into the country from for work. My Royal Family speaks German in public and Simlish when in private, or would prefer their conversation to be exclusive to themselves. The third most popular language is Simlish/English, followed closely by Spanish.

[sasquatchwyo73]

"The city of beasts is governed by Den Olios. A Luxon clan.", Agent Premsy had explained to Brylint. "There is a teleport circle in Asarius that is typically tied to Rosohna. I do not know if we will need to go to Rosohna, but if we do, you will be with us. The Aurora Watch soldiers are well presented in Asarius. Hopefully, that means we will be good."

Brylint spent the trip practicing Elven with Agent Premsy, Ghukliak with Zamkk, and Undercommon with them both. 

Due to Agent Premsy's explicitly negative few of the mother, Lolth, her admittedly problematic local followers, anything related to the father, Zehir, and the use of the abyssal tounge, Brylint found it difficult to learn anything that really concerned her and had to be rather cautious in her devotions and her intimate time with Zamkk. 

"I should very much like to speak with one of these Luxon priestess at some time.", Brylint had said honestly, which had gained her much favor among the Agents personnel, even those she was certain were following the 'Children of Malice' path.

Late in the evening, quietly between herself and Zamkk after a rather exuberant session, Brylint signs contentedly, "Are there shrines of my kin in the 'city of beasts'?"

"There may be. We will discreetly look around when we can be sure the agent and her guard will not persecute our existence."

"I do not believe she is so lost to the law as to be unreasonable."

"Maybe."

Asarius is a gargantuan military hub and sprawling metropolitan; much bigger than Sepesca, but with a very open feeling to it given the more high plateau environment compared to the jungle of her homeland.

While Agent Premsy holds an audience with the Den Olios judge, Lady Zethriss Olios, Brylint and Zamkk explore the merchant area. 

Too Zamkk's surprise and Brylint's delight, there is in fact a shrine to the father, Zehir, in an area of the plaza that is entirely occupied by booths selling goods for the O.&W. Trading Company run by Gegguk, a bugbear, Vrog, a hobgoblin, and their elven companion Endove. Brylint and Zamkk learn that there is an entire settlement of primarily Yuan-ti many days north of Asarius and some two days north of Urzin. It is amazing to learn of this and learn that Gegguk, Vrog, and Endove had been to Sepesca a long while ago. They have beautiful children; some Yuan-ti; some not. This odd mix of Yaun-ti children is amazing and beautiful information for Brylint. Zamkk is rather amused by Brylint's reaction. 

"You do not understand how blessed these unions are.", Brylint said rather sternly to Zamkk. "Then explain it so I can.", Zamkk challenged. 

"The Elf and Hobgoblin both mated with a malicent, which is unheard of in our society. They arr a higher caste. When a higher and lower caste breeds, the children are said to be lower caste. Not just politically but biologically. Yet, one of their children is malicent.", Brylint explained. "You mean the disfigured one? With the serpent arm.", Zamkk asked bemused. "Yeha! That is a malicent! Blessed by the father themselves. The elders say only a lowly pureblood, like myself, or a completely unblessed will be born from a breeding with lesser races. These people have a strength unheard-of.", Brylint rants.

Zamkk takes her face in her hand, "Brylint, you are far from lowly. I mean no disrespect to your elders, but they were wrong to regard you so poorly. Maybe they are wrong about the casting system as well. … We might as well plan to visit this community in the near future."

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you!", Brylint enthused. 

[tropicgardener]

Enjoy Greenery, Health, and Beauty with Best indoor plants in Brisbane

Do you sometimes look at a beautiful garden and think if you can have that same beauty and feel at your home or office? Well happens to everyone. But making this imagination a reality isn’t difficult anymore as we have compiled a list of best indoor plants in Brisbane.

The indoor plants purify the air, add great ambience to your home/office, and require low maintenance making them a must-have for anyone.

So without further ado, let’s take a look at some, ways to care for them and more.

Here’s the Best indoor plants in Brisbane List

Fiddle Leaf Fig (Ficus lyrata)

The first one on our list of house plants in Brisbane is the Ficus Iyrata better known as Fiddle leaf fig. It’s beautiful and adds a superb sculptural element to your space. Keep it away from direct and harsh sunlight to keep it healthy and prevent leaf burn. Keep it consistently moist and warm. Be careful not to water it too much as it might spoil the roots.

Zanzibar Gem (Zammioculcas zamiifolia)

The next one on our list of best indoor plants in Brisbane is the Zanzibar Gem (Zammioculas zamiifolia). Also referred to as ZZ, it is a tough little plant which enlightens the atmosphere with its shine and waxy leaves. Keep it away from direct sunlight but not in a dark environment. Water only when the soil feels dry as overwatering might shorten its lifespan.

Devil’s Ivy (Pothos)

The third on our list of house plants in Brisbane is the Devil’s Ivy which does a superb job of purifying the air. It’s a leafy, trailing vine which has a unique ability to cope with a lack of water and care. But special care must be taken to keep it away from pets and babies because of its highly toxic nature. Keep it in low but natural light. Watering it once a week to dampen its soil is sufficient.

Happy Plant (Dracaena massangeana)

No time is too bad to be happy and this one on our list of best indoor plants in Brisbane fulfils the purpose perfectly. Happy Plant or Dracaena Massangeana brings to life even the most dreadful corners of your space with its beauty, height, and vibrancy. It adapts well in both high and low-lit areas and also in an outdoor covered area. You need to water it only when its soil is dry.

Mother-in-law’s Tounge (Sansevieria trifasciata)

The next one is the Mother-in-law’s Tounge which justifies its name with its less fashionable look. But that doesn’t mean that we can write it off as it has emerged as one of the most popular indoor plants online in Brisbane. Although it is forgiving and tolerant in many conditions, placing it in full, bright light is recommended. Water it in a small amount every couple of weeks.

Aglaonema (Chinese Evergreen)

If you want to add a brilliant blend of colours and décor to your home or office space then nothing can beat this guy on our list of best indoor plants in Brisbane. The Aglaonema or Chinese Evergreen is popular, glossy, and available in a number of colour varieties such as silver, dark green, red etc. Keep it away from direct sunlight and it’ll be good.It can survive without water for long periods of time and doesn’t prefer to be moist.

Peace Lilies (Spathiphyllum)

Who doesn’t like peace and this one on our list of indoor plants online in Brisbane gives you plenty as they are the easiest to care for. The Peace Lilies or Spathiphyllum are stunning, versatile, and soothing. You can have an idea of their brilliance as they are also preferred by NASA for air purifying purposes. Keep them in well-lit spaces as they produce more white spathes and flowers in lights than in less lit spaces. Watering when the top soil is dry is recommended. If they start to droop, you can also give them a good soak in water for a few minutes.

Calathea

The next one in the list of best indoor plants in Brisbane is a unique kind that is available in a variety of shapes, sizes, and patterns. They add a special and creative touch to a lame space and can thrive reasonably well in low-light spaces. They thrive well in low light so stay carefree if your space has limited natural light. However, keeping them away from direct cold air is highly recommended.

Burgundy or “Black Prince” Rubber Plant (Ficus elastic)

The 9th plant on our list of house plants in Brisbane is the Burgundy or “Black Prince” Rubber Plant. Named after its dark reddish shiny leather, it can be applied both as a tabletop or stand-alone plant. It likes natural light and consistent temperatures making it one of the most versatile indoor plants out there.Keep it in a bright area rather than in direct sunlight.Don’t overwater it. Just do it when the soil becomes a bit dry to touch.

Parlour Palm (Chamaedorea Elegans)

Introducing the tool for bringing the magic of outdoor summer indoors. The Chamaedorea Elegans is compact, resembles a palm, and is a superb air purifier. They are a bit slow in growing but add a look and feel that other best indoor plants in Brisbane aren’t capable of. Keep them away from direct sunlight.They require occasional watering.

Reflector ‘Dieffenbachia’

Moving towards the end of our list of house plants in Brisbane comes another stunning and unique indoor plant. It’s available in a huge spectrum of colours, patterns, varieties, and is extremely easy to care for. Plus it’s a pretty affordable option to add a nice and lush tropic feel to your warm sheltered garden. You can keep it in low-light areas but make sure to keep them warm. Do not overwater them but don’t let them lose their moisture.

Purple Pride ‘Hoya Carnosa Variegata’

If you have been looking for an all-rounder of indoor plants then this beauty won’t disappoint you. Be it white variegation at the border of leaves, vibrant growth, or perfumed star-shaped flowers, Purple Pride or Hoya Carnosa Variegata in our list of best indoor plants in Brisbane has them all. Keep it in a bright and warm spot.

Silver Streak ‘Epipremnum Amplissimum’

The next one is the Silver Streak ‘ Epipremnum Amplissimum’. Staying true to its name this guy indoor plants online in Brisbane list produces shiny silver streaks over its narrow emerald green leaves beautifully. This climber thrives best with a textured totem and produces large beautiful leaves as it matures. Keep it in a bright, warm, and humid spot but away from direct sunlight. Only water it when the soil is partially dry.

Hoya Pottsii ‘Chiang Mai’

The Hoyaa Pottsii or Chiang Mai is unique, large, and green, proving to be a superb choice for beginners. Keep it in a bright and warm spot. Allow soil to dry before watering. Also, take special care not to repot them as hoyas prefer to remain snug in their pots more.

Hoya Publicalyx

The next one is the Hoya Publicalyx which has beautiful, large, and waxy leaves with shiny splashes of silver all over. When mature it also produces perfumed star-shaped flowers that are a treat to watch. They prefer a bright and warm spot and only like to be watered when their soil is dry. Just like the above-listed plant, they also like to remain snug in their pots more so refrain from repotting them too frequently. For More Blog updates and offer visit our instagram.

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Magic Interferes in New Orleans

Prompts from Piccadilly's book #3

Words used: ☆matriarch ☆throat ☆impossible ☆vinegar ☆apology ☆slice ☆microwave ☆raspberry ☆choose ☆snore

God! I can't take it. The dread is killing me. I'm losing all the blood in my fingers with how tight I'm squeezing the steering wheel. The honking around me is not helping. I can feel everyone's fear collectively as we sit in agitated traffic. Stress. Fault. Jitteriness. Indifference. Panic, panic, panic.

God, I hate being an empath. I can't even hear my own thoughts. I need to breath! Yeah. Take deep breaths. I'm not far from the U-turn lane. So what if traffic is moving 1 millimeter a minute? The storm can't be faster.

Hooooonk!

Beepbeep!

I have to get out of this situation before I have a sensory overload.

From my front and my rear, I'm surrounded by vehicles. I can't move back, I'll hit someone. I can't move up, because they'll think there's space to move and I'll be more stuck than before. Looking to my right I realize the road across the gate is fairly empty. That last car I saw go that way was 40 something minutes ago.

I gulp loosening my grip from the wheel but still holding it firmly in my palms. Taking a breath I turn the wheel and step on the gas. My car races through the grass and crashes though the metal gates. With a screech, my tires are finally rolling and I'm off. Towards the dark clouds like a fool running blindly into a lions den.

When I finally catch sight of the curling palm trees and the flying debris, my weariness is replaced by anger. We had a plan. A simple schedule. Prepare emergency food, water, and medicine, flashlights and documents, locate nearest shelters, fill up gas tank, clear the yard, and turn off the power. When the evacuation order is set, I would be too far away at the time, so my husband would get the kids from home and we...would...evecuate.

Evacuate.

We would meet at the nearest shelter with our separate cars...

Unfortunately, my...sweet...dearest mother decided to take it upon herself to pick up the kids herself...and NOT evacuate. Instead, she wanted her grand babies to feel safe during the storm and cook them a nice meal...at her house.

I almost had a heart attack when my husband said they weren't there. Instead, a note was attached to the fridge reassuring us that my elementary school kids, including a baby, did not infact disappear off the face of the earth. She wants them to feel less threatened and stressed over this "flood nonsense". Make it seem like a regular thunder storm.

Except it's not a thunder storm! It's a hurricane!

I told my husband not to worry about it, I will get the kids and be ok. The hurricane is suppose to be a bad one, the weather man said. Anything left undemolished by the storm by the end of this would be a miracle. Hopefully it won't be my sanity. I swear, she's impossible.

By the time I get to her house, the streets are flowing with water and clawing up her driveway like waves at a beach. I step out and my shoe kerplunks into the water. I groan, feeling my ears eject hot steam. I stomp onto her porch with a squish, squish, squish and jam the key into the lock.

I kick the door open and slam it shut, my anger seeming to accelerate as soon I step inside. I cringe a bit, noticing my youngest asleep on the couch.

"DON'T SLAM MY DO-" my mother sticks her head out through the kitchen doorway and spots me.

"-Oh, hi baby!"

I stretch a tight smile, coaxing my child back to sleep. "Hello, mother."

"You came just in time. I just need to get a few things done before we eat."

And there she is. Like always. Not worrying about a thing while marinating apple cider vinegar on peices of pork. Probably to slice into the-

Sniff, sniff.

-gumbo. Her calm persona was infuriating. Almost insulting.

"Too bad my son in law couldn't be here. He'd love to stuff his face with the beignets" she continues.

"He's at the shelter. Kinda like we're suppose to be" I say, honey tounged and all "which begs the question..." I lean in, my palms face down on the table. "Why aren't we there right now?" I sneer, bringing my voice down.

"Because there's no need to. You know that" she says simply.

"Maybe in your case, but not mine. You just felt entitled to do things your way. Like you always do. I had everything under control and-and you had me worried."

"You know nothing was going to happen to these kids. I knew nothing was really wrong."

"If you really felt so aloof about this, you should have stayed yourself. You can't just up and take my kids like that. We've talked about this."

She finally looks at me, turning away from her task. "I should be free to see my own grand kids whenever I want to."

"I would have probably excepted that, if we weren't in the middle of a god damn hurricane-"

"Momma! Momma look!"

I was interrupted by my two children excitedly telling me that a pie was on the way. All while showing me their hands, proof of a raspberry massacre. Animated. Passion. Triumph. Pleasant. I ruffle their heads with a quick "good job" and they ran off together. Their happiness almost cures my frustration. It does calm me down a bit though.

"Is is so much to want to keep your family safe" my mother asks.

Aaaaaaand its back.

"Is it so much to just listen to me? To just let me do things my way? I am in no less danger than you are just because I dont have the same... tools that you do."

"It looks like it puts you in a lot of danger if you have to evacuate the city. You could simply come here so momma can protect you."

"That makes me look like a normal person, mom. The streets are already flooding and a ton of people just saw me go the opposite direction. I look stupid and suspicious." I'm taken back to my teen years. Having a similar conversation with my mother. "Not everything can be solved with your protection. I can make my own decisions. But instead you undermine me and tamper with everything around you. Just because I dont have it, doesn't mean I cant keep my family safe or simply be a mother. How about, for once, you let mother nature do her job."

"Your father made this house with his bare hands, rehydrating himself with his sweat. No one is touching this house. Not even Cosmo's or Gaia or whatever." She huffs and turn away. A puff of steam emerges over her head, indicating she opened the pot of Gumbo.

"Well, when your the Matriarch, you can start making the rules around here."

Realizing an apology isn't coming, I groan restricting myself from wrapping my hands around her throat. Its silence between us, as there is after every altercation. Especially when the house is mentioned, cause it's always Papa's house. He passed away before I could even learn to speak his name. Mama always told us about Papa. How she met him, how he put her on her feet and built a house for her (it was told he even built the bricks holding this house up), how his devotion to his family and the love of his life lasted until death did them part.

"What makes you think I'm going to be the next Matriarch?" I ask, slipping in the kitchen chair.

"You will. It's a family tradition that you need to uphold. And you are the only girl conceived by me." She answers, this sounds almost rehearsed.

"Why don't the others take your place?" I ask, for the millionth time.

"It's only rare that a boy has ever been in place of a woman. And once a girl was brought in, he was removed immediately."

"If it's that simple then crown them and get it over with."

"Oh, do you think it's that easy"? She quizzes, slowly turning to me.

"Knowing you, probably not."

"Hyde is much more coordinated than that. If they really didn't think you were worthy, we would have known, but I always knew you were special."

Here she goes again. Hyde,, is supposedly the person that gifts the family with magic, life, and girls. It's the spirirt who thrones and dethrones us. No matter who we are. According to mom, the next Matriarch could be good or bad, Hyde has a plan for them in the end.

Along with Papa's stories, Hyde was always directed towards me because I was the only girl, excluding my half sister. Truthfully there was no way to know if Hyde was actually real. I'm not even sure if my parents have seen it. Mom would tell me tales at night of different women throughout our generation, chosen by Hyde and how I would be like them someday.

Perfect.

"Hyde doesn't give you this gift for no reason" mom reassures "they always have a plan. You can't see everything in a negative light. What if Hyde chooses Clio and you-"

I stop her at the mention of my youngest name.

"I'm not putting that responsibility on my kid" I say sternly, though It probably won't matter what I tell her "Especially if, no offense, she ends up like you. Completely dependent on Hyde's gift. IT didn't give me any when I was born, like the rest of you, and I'd like it to stay that way."

Silence once more.

"Perhaps you're afraid-"

"I'm not afraid-"

"-its okay."

"-Of this imaginary ghost."

"Sure, keep believing that. But when it happens~" she sings.

"When it happens to me, pigs will fly" I sneer, memories of that same sing song tone prodding at me.

She says nothing.

"Just let it go mom, it's just not meant to be. I'm not a child that you can hide under your wings when hail comes. However your gifts came to be, Hyde, the house, whatever, it must've skipped a generation."

She continues to stir. She sputters "but-but the family-"

"-The family doesn't know what's best for me and neither do you. I know I'm the only daughter to the Matriarch. I know I wasn't born with any gifts like my siblings. I know refusing my path makes me an ungrateful child and Hyde will handle me" I say reciting what I also heard throughout my life "But that's not my life. And I'm not defenseless."

She freezes. More silence.

"And, I mean, it's not like having voodoo is easy. It consumes you and it messes a lot of things up. This worlds order and the next."

"That's what the council is for" my mom mutters finally.

"Oh, right. The council. The same family who's just as dependent as you. Do you even remeber a time where you haven't used your gift and actually did things yourself?"

...

...

"Don't you ever think of letting go of this life? Doing things for yourself and not the family? Hyde? Papa's house? I notice how this changes you as you age. If this is the answer to our problems I wouldn't mind the sea taking this house away for a while-"

"Mama! Mama!"

"Wow, look."

I follow my kids voices and they seek for me, a glimmer of wonder and awe in there wide pupils. My 2 boys are pointing to the window in the living room. My sleeping child is now up, standing on her toes to see what her brothers are looking at.

As I begin to walk In the living room, they're rushing back to the kitchen. I take a peek and see a part of the lawn, including my rental car but the road and the neighborhood is gone. A large amount of visible debris is covering up the world around-

No.

No.

That's not debris. That's not wind.

I follow my kids. They've opened the screen door and ventured into the back yard. I race after them and stop in my tracks. The water barrier has followed us to the backyard. My kids are screaming and dancing in the sprinklers as the hurricane is trapping us in its second eye. The oceanic barrier is circling around is, refusing to touch the property. With my kids instructions I look up, the sky is dark above us like it's the dead of night, yet inside the barrier, its murky like a cloudy day.

I can't concentrate. Excitment. Curiosity. Shock. Chills.

I sigh as my daughter wobbles to me and I scoop her in my arms. I can see it now, worst hurricane in 6 years and the Crobitt house still stands. This is similar but not related to the instance when a pair of swings at the run down school across the house seemingly froze in the air a few years ago... CIA is currently investigating...

I gather my children inside, they were starting to go towards the rushing ocean and who knows what'll happen. I shut the door with a defeated sigh and sulk at the table. The beneits sit gracefully with their powder sugar and I worship it by stuffing it in my mouth.

"I told you..."

I look up. My mothers eyes are glowing that familiar bright green and she has that devious smirk on her face. She always gave me that look as a child as if she's trying to tell me something. That, or it's to prove something, which I still dont know. I dont think I ever will.

"...you're father built this house. No one is taking it from me..."

...

...

"Now, elbows off the table."

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If you like to write or be creative, perhaps you need inspiration, go check out this book! Its the best!

[spacetrashpile]

Playlists For The Crew Of The Aurora

Jonny D’Ville-Captain First Mate

Track List: One Eyed Jacks-The Mechanisms//Our Boy Jack-The Mechanisms//Elysian Fields-The Mechanisms//House Of The Rising Sun-The Animals//Ship In A Bottle-Steffan Argus//Break My Face-AJR//Maps-The Front Bottoms//No Children-The Mountain Goats//Mama-My Chemical Romance//Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)-Will Wood And The Tapeworms//Run Boy Run-Woodkid//Lukewarm-Penelope Scott//O My Heart-Mother Mother//Dirty Imbecile-The Happy Fits//Hoist Up The Thing-The Longest Johns//Little Lion Man-Mumford and Sons

Nastya Rasputina-Engingeer

Track List: Sleeping Beauty-The Mechanisms//My Heart Is Buried In Venice-Ricky Montgomery//Black Dresses-The Builders and The Butchers//Ribs-Lorde//Twin Size Mattress-The Front Bottoms//Be Nice To Me-The Front Bottoms//Runaway-AURORA//Realization That We Are All A Computer Simulation-Emily Axford//Sweet Hibiscus Tea-Penelope Scott//Goodnight My Friend-Galavant//House Of Memories-Panic! At The Disco//Ghosting-Mother Mother//Dead Hearts-Stars//Two Birds-Regina Spektor//Evacuation-Emily Axford

Ashes O’Reilly-Quartermaster

Track List: Lucky Sevens-The Mechanisms//Skin and Bone-The Mechanisms//Underworld Blues-The Mechanisms//Sigyn-The Mechanisms//Ashes-The Longest Johns//Choke-I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME//Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Seige-Penelope Scott//Who Are You, Really?-Mikky Ekko//Old Number Seven-The Devil Makes Three//The Hand That Feeds-The Crane Wives//Burning Pile-Mother Mother//Everybody Wants To Rule The World-Tears For Fears//The Phoenix-Fall Out Boy//Bottom Of The River-Delta Rae//Absinthe-I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Drumbot Brian-Pilot

Track List: Lost In The Cosmos-The Mechanisms//The Hanged Man Rusts-The Mechanisms//Stranger-The Mechanisms//creature-half•alive//We’ll Meet Again-Vera Lynn//Cecily Smith-Will Connolly//Karma-AJR//Brightside-Arrested Youth//Hello My Old Heart-The Oh Hellos//Body-Mother Mother//Icarus-Bastille//Silence-Gunpowder Empire//And The Day Goes On-Bill Wurtz//Blue Lips-Regina Spektor//The Call-Regina Spektor

Ivy Alexandria-Archivist

Track List: Laid In Blood-The Mechanisms//The Record Player Song-Daisy The Great//Prom Queen-Beach Bunny//Hammerhead-Penelope Scott//Curses-The Crane Wives//Farewell Wanderlust-The Amazing Devil//In Our Bedroom After The War-Stars//Spaceman-The Killers//Photograph-Gunpowder Empire//Wander. Wonder.-The Arcadian Wild//Thing’s We Lost In The Fire-Bastille//One More Time With Feeling-Regina Spektor//Ghost Adventure Spirit Orb-Chloe Moriondo//By The Time You Get This-They Might Be Giants//The End Of All Things-Panic! At The Disco

The Toy Soldier-??? (friend)

Track List: Gunpowder Tim VS. The Moon Kaiser-The Mechanisms//Rose Red-The Mechanisms//Under My Skin-Jukebox The Ghost//Lavender-Penelope Scott//A Mask Of My Own Face-Lemon Demon//Mr. Loverman-Ricky Montgomery//I Like Giants-Kimya Dawson//La De Da De Da De Da De Day Oh-Bill Wurtz//Long Long Long Journey-Bill Wurtz//Coin-Operated Boy-The Dresden Dolls//The Mermaid’s Revenge-Jessica Law//Carry On-fun.//Our Last Summer-ABBA//Dream Sweet In Sea Major-Miracle Musical//Everything Stays-Olivia Olsen//Pigeon-Cavetown

Gunpowder Tim-Master At Arms

Track List: Gunpowder Tim VS. The Moon Kaiser-The Mechanisms//Once and Future King-The Mechanisms//Riddle Of The Sphinx-The Mechanisms//Loki-The Mechanisms//Stranger-The Mechanisms//Brave As A Noun-AJJ//Wires-The Neighborhood//Volatile Times-IAMX//You Should Know-Penelope Scott//Drink With Me-Les Misérables//The Cruel Wars-The Dreadnoughts//Achilles Come Down-Gang Of Youths//Fly Me To The Moon-Frank Sinatra//Survivor’s Guilt A.K.A. The Moon’s Lament-Emily Axford//Forbidden Forever-Gunpowder Empire//Little Pistol-Mother Mother

“Baron” Marius Von Raum-“Doctor”

Track List: Blood and Whiskey-The Mechanisms//Favored Son-The Mechanisms//Thor-The Mechanisms//Don’t Know How-Ricky Montgomery//Talk To Me-Cavetown//On The Borderline-Thomas Sanders//You Told The Drunls I Knew Karate-Zoey Van Goey//Two-Sleeping At Last//Call Them Brothers-Regina Spektor, Only Son//Clay-Elliotly//Home-Cavetown//Better-The Honeysticks//House Of Gold-Twenty One Pilots//The Devil Went Down To Georgia-The Charlie Daniels Band//No One Is Lost-Stars

Raphaella La Cognizi-Science Officer

Track List: Empty Trail-The Mechanisms//Ties That Bind-The Mechanisms//Odin-The Mechanisms//American Healthcare-Penelope Scott//The Heroine-Unwoman//Sex With A Ghost-Teddy Hyde//Meteor Shower-Cavetown//Tounges and Teeth-The Crane Wives//Call Them Brothers-Regina Spektor, Only Son//Grey Goo-Emily Axford//Wisdom-Mother Mother//Painkiller-Beach Bunny//Half Jack-The Dresden Dolls//Strawberry Blond-Mitski//Third Eye-Florence+The Machine

(Also thank you to @redrobemerle for a ton of song suggestions)

[faghubby]

It's Okay

"Look how big he is" Stacy yelled in my ear. It was loud the music and the woman screaming. I wanted to just hide somewhere. Stacy had dragged me to an all male review with her best friend, Beth and her sister, Helen. All three where already drunk. Stacy kept pointing out the guys to me. At first the bouncers weren't going to let me in but after Stacy showed them my pink whale tail they waved me thru laughing.

This had started about two months ago. Stacy just came out and asked me one night over dinner.

"Paul why are you wearing my panties when I'm not home?"

"What?" I gasped almost choking on my food.

"I mean it is obvious that you are wearing my panties and some other things. I just am wondering why" Stacy continued.

"Stac I" I stuttered taking a drink of water.

"These where pretty expensive" Stacy explained placing a pair of stockings on the table.

"if you had asked i would of gotten you some of your own earlier" stacy informed me handing me a tiny bag from victoria secrets.

"Go put these on" she smiled. I peeked in the bag to see a pair of pink satin panties with ruffled trim. I went to speak.

"Don't try and deny anything. Go try them on and come back and show me" she insisted. I was caught but she wasn't mad. I grabbed the bag and went to change. I came out wearing only the panties. My penis throbbing trying to break free.

I came out a bit shy. stacy took my hand and led me to the bedroom not letting me finish eating.

"I haven't been with a woman since college" she told me pushing me back on the bed. She was naked in seconds. She crawled into bed and laid next to me kissing me she rubbed my nipples and gropped my ass. She was in control. I didn't fight when she positioned herself and sat on my face. As I licked and sucked she pulled down my panties and licked my ass. She grabbed lube from somewhere and worked her fingers in my ass, first one then two . She had three fingers pumping my ass as she came on my tounge.

Our sex life changed after that. She bought me several pairs of panties and would not let me fuck her. Instead I would preform oral or use one of her toys to fuck her. She would use her hand or mine to make me cum. Often training my ass. At first she called me her little lesbian bitch. But then I was her faggot. She started teasing me about taking a cock in my mouth and ass.

Stacy also had me try bras, stockings, even a dress. As she applied makeup to my face and have me beg for her strapon cock.

She would have me watch gay porn as she jerked me off.

I about fainted the first time she told her sister. Helen that i was her person little want to be faggot. She pulled my pants down showing her my panties. Helen in turn told my mother in law, her Aunt, and basicly her whole side of the family. Then of course it spread and Beth found out. Along with some other friends. They encouraged Stacy to leave me. But instead Stacy told me she would stay with me but needed a real man. So she would start cuckolding me. But I could remain her lesbian lover.

Soon I realized everyone knows. I catch the girls at work laughing to themselves as the walk by. My guy friends avoid me.

I come home early one day to find Stacy's car in the garage. As I go inside I find her naked on the bed.

"Hey baby you're home early" she said as she went to cover herself up. Then paused with a smile.

"Would you like to taste my lover off of me?" She asked suddenly.

"What?" I asked.

"Wohld you like to eat his cum out of my slutty used cunt?" She laughed tossing the covers on the floor spreading her legs.

"Of course you do faggot" she laughed. "Come on taste a real man" as if under a spell I couldn't resist her. I licked and sucked her lovers cum off of her.

"I bet you are so jealous that I get to suck cock, and have men fuck me with there big hard cocks. Thats what you want isn't it. Men with big cocks to use you" Stacy teased as I continued to lick her clit.

After that Stacy upped the game. I spent hours every day with a plug buried in my ass. Or sucking on her strapon. She made up my face as whoreish as she could. And even introduced me to wearing mini skirts and dresses. She documented it all taking pics and sharing them online.

After only 3 days I was begging her to find a man to use me. That very day she made me all girlie and invited a man over to have me.

I was scared and shaking as he stripped. He had me take his thick cock in his mouth. Stacy smiled and closed the door. For the next 30 minutes this man took me. He was gentile but firm. He knew what he wanted and instructed me. He finished deep inside me ass before he left. Only then did Stacy return.

"I knew you make a good faggot" she laughed. She was right I could not wait to do it all again.

[civiclegends]

【ＢＡＳＩＣＳ】

Name: Marshalia Scarlet Abadeer

Alias: Marsha

Gender: Female

Age: Physically 16; chronologically 1000

Species: Human/Demon hybrid

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: Dark magic user, high intelligence, unarmed combat

【ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬ】

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: N/A

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, latin, german, a number of other demon tounges, sign language

Parents: Elise (mother; desceased), Hunson Abadeer (father)

Siblings: Marceline Abadeer

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

【ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ】

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white/ blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (dark red-brown)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other (light gray)

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot  / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds /above 250 pounds

Scars: Scar over left eye, green marking on chest

Body mods: None

【ＣＨＯＯＳＥ】

Dogs or Cats? Birds or Hamsters? Snakes or Spiders? Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White? Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables? Sandwich or Soup? Magic or Melee? Sword or Bow? Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn? The Past or The Future?

[deepdarkdelights]

Hello love! I’m the one who wrote to you about the potential inspo for a story. Again you can throw it away or use it, it doesn’t matter haha. I just truly enjoy your writing so I thought that if anybody could make something out of nothing, it would be you. Anyways, I was inspired by the picture above. Oh and I was going to send you this anonymously, but then the picture wouldn’t have been saved (and I’m super shy about this lol, seriously I’m blushing).

Story Begins:

The world holds its secrets, and I hold mine. Deception is never formed by intention, it’s mere collateral damage based off promises and dreams of distant futures.

My dreams were based off my family at first. Based off my brother and mother. Based off the memory of my sister.. But that’s all in the past, and now that I’ve awoken from the imagery of delusional hope. I’m left to deal with the cost of my deception.

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“Mr.Kim, I see you’re yet to finish you’re meal. Oh my! You couldn’t even have a bite?!” The petite young woman shrieking at the untouched meal moved forward to retreat the “warm” mushroom soup that was meant to be in the belly of her boss by now.

With a heavy sigh “Mr.Kim” turns around in his chair. Face still in concentration from whatever is in his hands, he reaches toward his cup of coffee (the only thing for consumption that didn’t occupy too much time).

His secretary stood in front of him speechless at his lack of response. Yes Mr. Kim was young for his profession, his grayish blueish strands contrasting from the dark wool of his turtleneck, his glasses modestly framed to his face, and shiny gold watch that clung to his wrist all precedent to what would be considered a young bachelor -but no, instead this demeanor belonged to a top detective in the field of criminal justice.

From what Jisoo, his secretary knew of him, he was a very bright and professional detective. She was aware of his battle with prostitution rings in South Korea, who’s successful case landed him a job in the New York station of private affairs and criminal justice, where he also succeeded in bringing down one of the most influential law firms for the involvement of illegal transactions and drug smuggling. His work on the field had provided him with a private, yet comfortable life. Not long after his station in the New York City department of justice, he and a couple of team members were asked to work for the The General Directorate for Internal Security in France.

“Jisoo, I know we both were born in Korea, but could you please drop the formalities? I’ve known you for 3 years now “, said the heavy voice in the chair.

At this Jisoo felt a pang if guilt for her earlier charade. Mr.Ki-Na..Namjoon’s voice sounded tired. ‘Of course he is’, she thought to herself. He had spent the last 2 years and a half perusing an unamed organization whos’ motive was unclear, but actions centered around the illegal transaction of money.

“Jisoo? Are you even listening?” The young secretary looks up, “Sorry what was that?”

“I guess I’m not the only one who has had a rough day. I asked you.. am i not a nice person?” At this Jisoo meets the eyes of Namjoon without hesitation.

“What?”

“Have I been mean to you in anyway? Have I thrown your sandwiches out or made fun of those ridiculous pens you bring to work?” He asks with his eyebrows comically lifted.

Jisoo, finally understanding where he is getting at responds, “Not until this point you haven’t”.

“See! We even banter for crying out loud! If that doesn’t scream friendship I don’t know what does!” Namjoon is practically out of breath delivering his sermon on how good of a friend he had been throughout the past three years until it gets to the point where Jisoo has listened to it twice.

“Okay, okay! Enough... friend”, it’s not that she dislikes thinking of Namjoon as a friend, but more of the fact that she doesn’t perfer to associate herself in that aspect with any of her coworkers -much less higher ups. Her lack of attachment also has to do with the fact that back home, in the same position she stands today, she had seen a handful of her beloved coworkers in caskets in no less than 5 weeks of knowing them. However, despite all of this, she can’t deny that Namjoon has acted out the role of a bigger brother during her stay in France, especially in the sense of bringing her Korean food from one particular restaurant on the outskirts of the city. Their relationship has always been comfortable and despite his undeniably handsome features, there was no physical attraction between them... it was nice.

“Okay now say it with enthusiasm, as if you actually like me. Come on FRRI- “ all the sudden the phone rings. Jisoo turns to quickly take her exit, but not before she hears a curse from the man who was a second away from singing the friends theme song.

‘Namjoon i really hope you don’t come close to catching these guys’ she silently prays. She knows the consequences of bringing justice, she’s seen the red splatter that the name decorated itself with.

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“Joon this just turned from a fraud to a murder scene. We are not just talking about big investments, but the murder of two prime ministers and the chief of justice in Germany.”

Namjoon looks at his fellow detective and reaches out for the stack of papers near his desktop. “What did Germany say?”

Yoongi, his literal partner in (fighting) crime answers with a simple, “jack shit”. “They don’t believe it’s connected”.

“Then why do we?” Namjoon at this point is at a dead end yet again. This same secret organization has plagued his office walls, desk, and even bed for almost three years. It’s normal for a case such as this one to take time, but when your teammates and you are specifically placed in an international office for one specific case, it gets a bit frustrating.

“Because.. both the German officer and the Prime Minister in Bordeaux had their tounges taken out.”

“What!?” Had this been any other criminal investigation, this piece of information would not have surprised Namjoon. This however was not just any case, for the duration of his stay in France, and the additional years he was not assigned to this area, this was the first similarity between the crimes. Whoever these people were, made sure to not leave a single message, nor fingerprint, nor act of pride that would give them away. It was almost as if these crimes were committed themselves, and the world was forced to accept it for the time being.

OKAY IT IS GARBAAGGÉÉ, but hey if it works as inspo I’m all for it. Oh by the way, the first part is from jungkook’s perspective. When I initially started I thought about there being a mysterious “sister” aka y/n (didn’t plan out how or why she disappeared yet lol), and because I’m a garden hoe for yandere, I thought about making jungkook slowly progress into a ridonculous yandere. As you can see it’s a bit all over the place. But anyways, I freaking love your writing and throw this away or change it up or use it as it is, it’s all yours.

Ps. Love ya

Hello my lovely!

First off, I am so proud of you for being brave and sending this off of anon! I know how vulnerable that can be, so thank you really for feeling comfortable enough to do so!

Secondly, omfg you have skill! Like I was getting into it and I legit screeched when I realized there wasn't more to read! You did so well sweetie!

Moving on, I really enjoyed this, I don't think you realize just how much skill and potential you have as a writer. I want to read more please!

I do really like this as a concept, although I am coming off of an investigator Joon fic so I think I would need to take a break from that theme lol.

I would like to talk about this more if you're up to it, I think you should pursue this idea because it has great foundations. Let's talk more please you little genius you!

P.S. (ILY TOO 💜💜💜)

[borathae]

Honestly if I was as dedicated to my writing as I seem to be to my studies Hercules!JK would already be a t h i n g 🥵

I gave it some thought since yesterday so here is my list of BTS as Greek/Roman (= budget Greek) dieties, which would just be a beautiful mess

1. JK as Hercules, son of Zeus, good at everything little demigod shit

2. Jimin as Apollon, god of every art under the horizon cause this man is art compressed in a beautiful tiny body

3. Taehyung, especially for his A+ drinking tricks where he definitely wouLD NOT pour his drink on himself, would be Dionysos. Not only because of the alcoholic party tricks, but because Dionysos (or more prominently his Roman counterpart, Bacchus) had a whole cult following of women that went crazy for him [called the Bacchantes in mythology, but hilarious fun fuct, because I had to look it up in English since I only knew the term in my mother tounge, and Bacchus Ladies are a group of grandma prostitutes in Seoul, South Korea, what a full circle moment rofl]

4. Namjoon would hands down be Athene, since she was the goddess of knowledge, law, lawful war, everything you needed to be smart for and just a badass bitch basically. Apollon could also be his plan B since he was the diety for poetry and NJ's lyricism is just *chefs kisses*

5. Hoseok would be Helios, literal god of the Sun, I don't think I need to explain it any more xD Riding his chariot all day long, greeting the occasional pegasus flying by, knowing them by name ofc, then going home to rest at night with one of the many ladies he has wrapped around his (hot) finger

6. Yoongi would 100% be Hades, ruler of the underworld, but also the god who just wants to make that little shit Hercules's life as difficult as possible, but in a brotherly I-just-want-you-to-improve-you-little-shit way.

7. Seokjin would hands down be Aphrodite, the god(dess) who gets so pissed off when he's not deemed worldwide handsome by some puny human that he basically causes the Trojan war with his pettiness.

Whoops, that might have been too much nerd for one day. Sorry haha

Well damn, that was one thouroughly thought out thesis and I am living for it fdsjja. This is so accurate omfg 👁👁 

Also I would just like to add why Yoongi is also 100% Hades? He is whipped for his wife, loyal and would do anything for her? Hades is a certified subby husband and if that doesn’t scream Yoongi energy then idk what does 🤪 

Also do you hear me yelling about Tae? HAHHAHA if that isn’t Kim Taehyung, jsjsj and I am proud to say that I am in fact one of the Bacchantes ayee

jsdjfjs Seokjins part made me whEEZe because the accuracy?? Like hello? are we not gonna talk about this?? 

Honestly this was a treat to read and gosh I love talking about mythology with you guys, so this was awesome! 🥺💜

[rubbishhere]

我才说好久不见，then you two just appeared in my houseplants! Love you so much .

[anonbeadraws]

Tabaxi names are purposefully prophetic, to name your child is to give them purpose and hope for their futures. Named for love, for wealth, for strength, every child given a clear path, something to follow. You must be careful with how you go about it however, for names can have many meanings and perhaps your precious one will not choose the path you lay clear for them.    Keeper’s parent’s had done just that, not only named their child for a healers role, but also enrolled him with an apprenticeship with a great Tabaxi Cleric when he was just a kitten.   (it’s best to get these things done early, intoned his mother Cautious-of-step, to the agreeable nods of her aunts and mothers)   Though a boisterous kitten in his youth, Keeper-of-harmed did well in his apprenticeship, taking on the patronage of Illmater with great solemnity and determination.   The family had nodded and had congratulated him on such a wise choice, and most were secretly thankful his mischievous streak, which had led to many a pulled tail, angry neighbour and on one memorable occasion concerning spoiled milk, a pigs stomach and some very confused black birds, sharp words from the local wardens.     (Keeper had protested the punishment of this crime greatly, insisting that he’d only been fighting back for one of his friends, bullied by the now very wet, sour smelling teenager standing at their door with said Wardens. Keeper’s parents, being of a fine family and wealth, had only smiled wincingly and apologised on behalf of their kitten and paid off the warden in question quickly and quietly.) It was his choice, this god and when asked the reasoning behind it, Keeper only shrugged and said that he was 'following his name.’ After graduating from his elder’s tutelage at 20, Keeper decided that he would be best suited to lower levels of the city, where the people suffered most. It seemed that the conflicts outside their walls effected not only the ones fighting, but also created poverty and violence in the streets within. He set off with the blessings of his parents and started work immediately in the church of Illmater, up to his neatly trimmed elbows in broken soldiers, starving families and mindless officials who could not see the suffering their inefficiency and apathy cost. It was often Keeper who was left to deal with them, Keeper, whose youth and passion to help those crushed under unfeeling feet, made him the perfect advocate to ask for aid. His background of course, also helped, his family name ringing throughout his demands for supplies, for food, for more laws to help end the suffering of the people within the walls.   The clerics could only do so much, he argued, only surface work, when the problem was much deeper, a poison to the body of the city.  The Officials at the beginning had only nodded, and smiled, and placed his written requests to the side, to be blissfully ignored.  But soon the thorn that was Keeper began to grow in their sides.   For the ones who had been healed by Keeper, had not only taken his wisdom of herbs and poultices and his gifts of food, but had also taken his words. The broken soldiers, the families crushed by poverty, the outcasts; they had all listened to his words of right and wrong as they healed, how we the people outnumber those above, how they were holding back on aid and how it could be, if those crushed beneath the foot could only work together, reach up…  and push back. They had listened, the harmed ones, and now they began pushing. Small protestations at first, little riots in the streets, shipments to the officials going missing, shipments of mead and honey and fine silks and on one memorable occasion, a city official waking to find every piece of food in his house gone and his kitchens full of empty plates and wrappers. Little annoyances. But enough for them to take notice.

Keeper was proud beyond belief of his people, as was his family, though they had heard the anger from the city heights and were a little worried for their boy, that perhaps it wasn’t smart to agitate the hive. Keeper dashed away these concerns with a paw; the people had amassed, the damage was done, for you could not kill an idea, he intoned to them over dinner, a celebratory feast to commemorate his fifth year at the church.     But as the dining room’s windows shattered and the lights from his great grandmothers candelabras were snuffed out by the cold wind that could hardly cover the shrieks of confusion from his loved ones, Keeper realised that yes, you could not kill an idea.   But you could do your best to kill the one that started it. It was Dark, too dark for the humans that some silly bastard had sent to do the deed to see and that’s how it happened. A trip, a slip of a blade. The wrong chair.  A scream. It took only a moment for his Aunt to light the room with a spell and apparently only a moment for the humans to do the deed. The wrong one.  Since it was such a big celebration, Keeper had been allowed the place of honour, the head of the table. His father, a jovial smiling Tabaxi had happily taken Keepers usual seat with no qualm. They must have been watching them, Keeper realised, as his family began to wail and sob over his fathers body, they knew.  Keepers thought were interrupted by his aunt suddenly reaching down to seize something from under the table. Something that squealed.   One of the assassins, a human, not quite quick enough to get away in the panic, was dragged out from under the table and slammed bodily onto it by paws easily the size of their face. It took little more for the human to blurt out what they wanted.   Names. And they were recognisable names, after all, hadn’t Keeper sent requests and demands for aid to each? And Keeper, though not the smartest of his kin, remembered these names always, heard through the stuttering tounge of a would be assassin.  It was his mother, wiping the blood from her husbands spectacles with her usual gentleness, that suggested that Keeper run.  His fathers death could become his own, easily. A body in a pyre is but a body and who would come after one who was already ashes in the wind?  “it would give you time” she murmured not looking at her only son but only at the glasses she polished between her fine robes, ‘ to find them all.”  she needed to say nothing more, the deep steel in her eyes, sharp and cruel and so foreign in her kindly face as she looked at him, spoke for her. “ but we should hurry’ she added, leaving the body of her beloved and reaching for the family spear hung over the mantle, one end natural carved wood, the other  a blade as sharp as her grieving eyes.  "it’s best to get these things done early"  And so it was done. A fire burial in the name of the son, with the body of the father (he would approve of this, his aunts intoned, black lace covering their mouths as they whispered over the crackle of flame) and a announcement in the paper of his passing, with enough of the truth in it to light a different flame within those Keeper had cared for, those ready to fight back.  The clerics of Illmater mourned his passing in their way, then carried on. There was still work to do, people to heal. Some of the officials stayed in the city, satisfied that their plan had worked and their lives would not change. Some, paranoid and nervous, ran, to different cities to start again. What happened to the human assassin, Keeper did not know, he left that to his family.  What he did know, was that he would let his fur grow out, grow long past the clipped and clean length he wore as a cleric. It would make him look older, more ragged (his mother would tell him, if she saw him now, how much like his Father he looked!). That he would buy spectacles, filled with plain glass and that he would hide his finery beneath rough robes and his anger behind a smile.   That he would gladly take his Mother’s spear and use it in his quest (better than a sword, for it could be so easily disguised as a staff, perfect for an old cleric) and take the training he had learned so long ago to use it, back into his mind. He had never thought to use those skills as a cleric, he was a healer, keeper of the harmed, as his name proclaimed.   He supposed though, as he set out of the city, to hunt down those who had hurt his city and his family so badly, names can have so many meanings. A random roll for @ghostthatsaysfuck! Loved doing this one, so dramatic!! Thanks again!!

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