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[bones-the-skelebunny-01]

Hi hello uhhh doodle dumps lmao

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Review: G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero #300

G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero #300 doesn't feel like the blast of the send off deserved but a bit more of a whimper. #comics #comicbooks #gijoe

G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero #300 is a comic that should be a celebration. It’s the final issue of the long running series being published by IDW Publishing with a future that’s still unknown. It’s also an amazing accomplishment for writer Larry Hama who has been the architect from the early days. The finale to a long running storyline, the issue should be fireworks and excitement to wrap…

[lokislynx]

These sleepless, cold nights were made for only one thing. Lying awake beside him listening to him quietly snore. My chest tight against his back. Our legs entwined. His warmth slowly creeping around every corner of my body filling me with peace I didn't know existed until he stepped into my life.

My arm over him holding him close. Feeling every breath he takes. Us breathing in harmony. What little nose I had buried in his hair so I could inhale his scent into my lungs... get intoxicated by it. Getting mesmerized by the way his black hair and beard shine like silk in the moonlight.

Even in his sleep his very being seems to radiate love... his love to me... our love.

My nightmares melting away... Mind finally silent even if I cannot sl-

He turns to his back pulling me over himself with irresistible gentle force.

"Sleep, my beloved."

The sound of his tender murmur echoes in his chest with my ear pressed against it.

"Nights were made for sleeping, Erik."

His hand rubbs my back lazily. He is half asleep. It feels nice. He is holding me tight. I close my eyes. He is the best pillow in the world.

[goalhofer]

Where every player played during the 2004-05 NHL lockout: Carolina

ECHL: Brad Fast (Florida Everblades) NL: Rod Brind'Amour (Kloten Flyer) Serie A: Craig Adams (C.D.H. Junior Milano Vipere) SL: Pavel Brendl (Hockeyclub Thurgau) SEL: Niclas Wallin (Luleå Hockeyförening) & Justin Williams (Luleå Hockeyförening) Czech Extraliga: Pavel Brendl (H.K. Oceláři Třinec/H.K. Olomouc), Jaroslav Svoboda (H.K. Oceláři Třinec/H.K. Olomouc), (Josef Vašíček (H.K. Slavia Praha) & Radim Vrbata (Bílí Tygři Liberec) DEL: Kevyn Adams (D.E.G. Metro-Stars), Erik Cole (Eisbären Berlin), Brett Lysak (Iserlohn Hähne) & Aaron Ward (E.R.C. Ingolstadt) AHL: Ryan Bayda (Lowell Lock Monsters), Brad Fast (Lowell Lock Monsters), Allan Rourke (Lowell Lock Monsters), Eric Staal (Lowell Lock Monsters), Bruno St. Jacques (Lowell Lock Monsters) & Mike Zigomanis (Lowell Lock Monsters) Didn't Play: Jesse Boulerice, Bret Hedican, Sean Hill, Jeff O'Neill & Glen Wesley

[magnuswesterberg]

CV Magnus Westerberg

Examina Gymnasieexamen, ekonomisk linje, Wargentinsskolan i Östersund 1986 Studier vid High School i Greenville, North Carolina USA 1983-84 Filosofie kandidatexamen, handelsrätt, engelska, litteraturvetenskap, vetenskapsteori, Uppsala universitet 1991   Filosofie magisterexamen, litteraturvetenskap, språkfilosofi, Stockholms universitet 1997 110 poäng i italienska, kultur, geografi, Romanska och klassiska institutionen, Stockholms universitet och Uppsala universitet 2012-21 Kurs i översättning italienska till svenska, Lunds Universitet, vt 2019  Kärlek, motstånd, medier. Skrivandets och läsandets praktik, 7,5 hp sommarkurs Stockholms Universitet 2019 Artificiell intelligens, Elements of AI, Linköpings Universitet, 2 hp, ht 2019

Kurser i språk, kommunikation, webbutveckling, fotografering Studier i Italien vid Istituto Britannico a Firenze, Istituto Svedese a Roma, La Bottega dell’italiano Roma 1990-91. Gäst/stipendiat vid Istituto Svedese a Roma, Circolo Scandinavo a Roma och Villa San Michele a Capri 1997-98, 2013, 2017, 2018, 2020 Studier i italienska vid Italienska kulturinstitutet och komvux 1991-97 Fotokurser Vuxenskolan och Folkuniversitetet 1991-92   Kurs i GoLive 1998 EPiServer 2004 Flash MX 2005 EPiServerdagar 2001-12 Creative Day, Batteri Kommunikation 2013 EPiServer 7,5 administrationskurs 2014 Försvarets militärpolisutbildning 1987

Utgivna böcker Den döda dansösen, diktsamling, Tryckeribolaget förlag, Östersund, 1989. Grupp 92, antologi, Gedins Förlag, Stockholm 1992. Poesi på väg, antologi, (redaktör tillsammans med Tom Hedlund), Ordalaget förlag, Stockholm 1994. Rue des Pyrénées, noveller & essäer skrivna på svenska, engelska och italienska, e-bok, Vulkan Förlag, första upplaga 2017. Pocket kommer hösten 2019. Duvedselegierna, e-bok, Vulkan Förlag, 2019. Pocket kommer hösten 2019. Artiklar i Libris

Priser och utmärkelser Erik Lindegrenpriset 1986   Stipendium från föreningen Norden 1989   Nordiska rådets journaliststipendium 1990 Stipendium från Helge Ax:sons stiftelse 1991 (Studier kring Erik Lindegren och Victor Hugo Wickström) Stipendium från Torsten och Ingrid Gihls fond 1991 (Studier vid Svenska Institutet i Rom) Stipendium från Svensk-Norska Samarbetsfonden 1992   Stipendium från Gedins Förlag 1992 Anställningar Content Manager vid Microsoft, Dugga.com, Telia Cygate 2018-2023 Teamledare/Marknadskommunikatör, www.steelwrist.com 2018 Digital Marknadskommunikatör, FAR, Blendow Lexnova 2016-2017 Project Manager Communications, Fortum Värme 2014-2016 Web Application Specialist, ASSA ABLOY AB 2013-2014 Webbkommunikatör, Svenska Turistföreningen 2001-2013 Webbredaktör, tidningen Utemagasinet 2000-2001

Projektanställningar Medarbetare i Länstidningen Östersund, Internetworld, Fotografi, Utemagasinet 1988-2000 Redaktionsmedlem tidskriften Hjärnstorm 1995-2000 Projektanställd halvtid vid SLs konstråd som redaktör för Poesi på väg 1993-2000 Suppleant styrelsen för Stockholms Tidskriftsverkstad 1996-1997 Lärare i italienska, Vuxenskolan i Åre 1998-1999 Produktion av läromedel för Liber AB och Uppsjö Läromedel 1997-1999 Startade företaget Aquila information 1996 Informationsansvarig VTK, Vaxholms tennisklubb 2007-2010 Konsultuppdrag Webbkommunikation för MISTRA Stiftelsen för miljöstrategisk forskning EWGRB European Working Group for Research and Biodiversity ENSUD Environment and Sustainable Development Naturvårdsverket Kulturtidskriften Hjärnstorm Näringslivsarkivens stödfond Normell Konsultationer Föreläsare AF Kultur Nya medier PWP Recco.se lavinutrustning Uppsjö Läromedel brugge.se Marknadsteam AB (Syre AB) Åre Rehab- och Träningscenter Bild i skolan Officiell bloggare för Strömmingsloppet, december-maj 2013

Några kommersiella webbplatser som jag har arbetat med https://www.teliacygate.se https://pulse.microsoft.com/sv-se http://www.farakademi.se  http://www.fortum.se http://www.assaabloy.com http://www.svenskaturistforeningen.se  http://www.utemagasinet.se http://www.mistra.org

Mindre projekt och bloggar http://akditingenvillaka.wordpress.com http://lovebogesund.wordpress.com http://localsurfersvaxholm.wordpress.com http://www.vaxholmstennisklubb.se

Några filmproduktioner Deltagande i konstprojektet Anima Mundi, Rom, maj 2018: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1zE6LaeLT4

Kommersiella produktioner: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLuSPiZVCXC2URMu7GoRh3dw-CYpeYyf37

Ett ämne förutom film som jag brinner för nu är strategiska kanalval och effektiv webbdistribution, CDN (Content Delivery Networks) och fördelarna med en nedskalad och responsiv webbplats. Kontakta mig så visar jag er hur det fungerar i praktiken. Statiska “Hemsidor” fungerar sedan en tid inte längre om målet är att öka antalet besökare/konverteringar.

[manshprajapati]

Michael B. Jordan's Extravagant Lifestyle

Michael B. Jordan is a well-known American actor, producer, and director who has been making waves in Hollywood for several years now. He first gained recognition for his role in the television series "The Wire," but it was his performance in the critically acclaimed film "Fruitvale Station" that really put him on the map. Since then, he has starred in a number of successful films such as "Creed," "Black Panther," and "Just Mercy," which have helped him amass a considerable fortune.

With a net worth estimated at over $25 million, Michael B. Jordan is living a life of luxury, complete with expensive cars, designer clothes, and lavish vacations. In this article, we'll take a closer look at Michael B. Jordan's extravagant lifestyle and explore how he spends his millions. From his impressive car collection to his love for fashion and travel, we'll delve into the details of the actor's opulent lifestyle and what it takes to maintain it.

Michael B Jordan's Career and Net Worth

Michael B. Jordan is an American actor and producer who has established himself as one of the most talented and sought-after actors in Hollywood. His career began in television, with early roles on shows such as "The Sopranos" and "The Wire." He gained widespread recognition for his role as Vince Howard on the television series "Friday Night Lights."

Jordan's breakthrough role came in 2013 when he starred in the critically acclaimed film "Fruitvale Station." The film, which was based on the true story of Oscar Grant, received positive reviews and was a commercial success. Jordan's performance earned him widespread praise and helped establish him as a rising star in the film industry.

In 2015, Jordan starred as Adonis Creed in the "Rocky" spinoff film "Creed," which was also a box office success. He reprised the role in the sequel, "Creed II," which was released in 2018. Jordan's portrayal of Adonis Creed helped to establish him as a leading man in Hollywood.

Jordan's involvement in the Marvel Cinematic Universe also contributed to his rise in fame and wealth. He played the villain Erik Killmonger in the 2018 blockbuster "Black Panther," which was a critical and commercial success, grossing over $1 billion worldwide. Jordan's performance was widely praised, and his role in the film helped to further establish him as a major force in Hollywood.

In addition to his acting work, Jordan has also ventured into producing. He has produced several films and television shows, including the Netflix series "Raising Dion." He also has various endorsement deals with brands such as Coach, Piaget, and Amazon Studios.

As of 2021, Michael B. Jordan's net worth is estimated to be approximately $25 million. His net worth is a testament to his success and talent in the entertainment industry. Despite facing some challenges and criticism throughout his career, he has continued to work hard and take on challenging roles that showcase his range and versatility as an actor. With many more exciting projects on the horizon, it's likely that his net worth will continue to rise in the years to come.

Inside Michael B Jordan's Lavish Lifestyle

Michael B. Jordan's lavish lifestyle is a reflection of his success in the entertainment industry and his personal taste. He has a net worth of approximately $25 million and has not been shy about spending his wealth on luxurious homes, cars, fashion, and travel.

One of Jordan's most notable purchases was a 4,672 square-foot mansion in the Sherman Oaks neighborhood of Los Angeles. The house, which he purchased for $5.8 million in 2019, features a modern design with an open floor plan, high ceilings, a movie theater, a pool, and a spa.

Jordan is also a fan of luxury cars and has been spotted driving a number of high-end vehicles, including a Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG, a BMW i8, and a Lamborghini Huracán. He has also been known to wear expensive clothing from designer brands such as Louis Vuitton, Givenchy, and Off-White.

When it comes to travel, Jordan has been known to indulge in luxury vacations. He has been spotted vacationing in exotic destinations such as Italy, Mexico, and Greece. He also took a trip to Tokyo, Japan in 2019, where he was photographed in front of the iconic Tokyo Tower.

Despite his lavish lifestyle, Jordan is also known for his philanthropic work. He has been involved in various charitable organizations and has used his platform to raise awareness for social and environmental issues. In 2020, he launched the #ChangeHollywood initiative, which aims to increase diversity and representation in the entertainment industry.

Overall, Michael B. Jordan's lavish lifestyle is a reflection of his success and personal taste. He has worked hard to achieve his success and has not been afraid to spend his wealth on the things he enjoys. Despite his luxurious lifestyle, he has also been known to give back to his community and use his platform for good causes.

[clacy2812]

SL Doodles i havent posted yet lel :p

[thcrin]

X-Men: Dark Phoenix | dir. Simon Kinberg

[nikitavenable]

You’re Mine

Google translator

Part7 Part6 Part5 Part4 Part3 Part2 Part1

1025 words

Part 8

• Jessica POV •

I woke up with a huge headache. I opened my eyes in annoyance and wasn't surprised. Where am I? How did I get here? I tried to remember what happened last night. After a moment of remembering, I succeeded. The intrusive guy and then ... Mrs. Jolie. She was there. Unfortunately, I didn't remember anything more. When I looked at the bedside table there was a glass of water, a powder with a message. It said that it would definitely come in handy. I hesitated for a while but eventually married him. I got up slowly and went to find out more.

I entered the hallway, where I found the stairs to the ground floor. I went after them. Downstairs was the living room and the kitchen. The house looked really beautiful. But there was no sign of anyone. I headed for the fridge because I was terribly hungry. I didn't want to be rude, but I was really hungry, so I took eggs and went to make them. I managed to find all the necessary things and I threw myself into it.

I was already eating on my plate when I heard the door open. Suddenly, a golden retriever rushed into the kitchen. He was beautiful, so I leaned over and stroked him. "Well, hello." I kept stroking him when she came. Mrs. Jolie? For God's sake. I got up quickly. "Um, good morning." - "Hello. How did you sleep? "She said, stepping closer." Okay. Y-how did I get here? "-" How much do you remember? "She asked." Well, just how they dragged the guy. " So come sit down and eat the food. "Then I realized." I'm so sorry, but we were terribly hungry and- "she interrupted. "I'm glad you did something." I calmed down and went to sit with her at the dining table.

"I had planned to take you to you first, but when I saw your condition, it was better for me to take you here." She explained. "Thank you very much. I was happy to do it ... Wait, baby, I'd forget to give you something. "She said hurriedly and went upstairs. I didn't quite understand what she wanted to give me. I gave it to you yesterday at that party but after what happened ... Well, just take it. " She handed me the box. I opened it and saw a small gold bracelet. He was beautiful, but why would she give it to me. "He's beautiful, but I don't understand why you would-" She interrupted me again. ,,I wanted. Don't ask any more and take it. "I was silent, looking at the jewelry. I got up and walked over to her." Will you turn it on for me? " She smiled brightly, stood up, and turned it on. I raised my head to her and blushed at her piercing gaze. "Thank you." - "It's okay. I'm going to my office so if you need anything, come." That makes fun of me. "I have to wait home. I just don't know what part of the city we're in. "-" I thought you'd stay. Well, I don't mind if you give me a minute. I'll take you. " I nodded and went to clean my dishes.

• Angelina POV •I was quite sorry to take her home, but I understood that he didn't want to spend more time with his boss. When I did what I had to do, I went back into the living room. What I saw warmed my heart. On the floor, I saw Remi and Jess playing together. It was magical. "You're a good boy." - "His name is Remi." She raised her head and smiled at me. "That's a beautiful name."

We sat in the car and listened to the music on the radio. Unfortunately, we got to her house pretty soon. "Thank you very much again. For everything. "-" It's okay to see you tomorrow. " She nodded and left.

When I got home, I called Erik to stop. I wanted to talk to him about Jess. I didn't want to talk to my brother anymore.

~~~

"And then he came to see me if I didn't go to dinner." Erik told me about his now-new friend Sam. I hadn't seen him so enthusiastically talk about anyone in a long time, so I was glad. "-" Thank you, but I'm here for you. "He said with curiosity." You know what I told you about Jess. So I took her from me to that party yesterday. "Wait, so what was it like?" - "No, I took her to my room, where she slept until morning."

We continued to discuss it until it was time to go. "Thanks for coming." He nodded, hugged me, and left. I went to the garden for Remi so I could take a walk with him.

• Jessica POV •I sat at home thinking of how to reciprocate Mrs. Jolie's kindness. Maybe I could buy her something too. But what? Someone like her will have everything. Then I thought of an ordinary flower, but that's a bit small. I was looking for some news as always. There I learned that there was to be a fun park in the city. That could be fun.

~ next day ~

In the morning I came up with a clear plan. I needed to persuade Mrs. Jolie. It was clear to me that someone like her would not want such an event.

"Good morning, Mrs. Jolie." I said cheerfully. "Good morning, Jess. I see you're in a pretty good mood." Such a thing occurred to me last night. Would you like to come on a pilgrimage with me? "She looked quite taken aback." Thank you for the offer, but I don't think it's a good idea. "-" Please, I want to thank you. And I'd like to know you more. "I almost whispered the last sentence. I made dog eyes on her, and it obviously worked because something changed in her gaze.

• Angelina POV •

At first it seemed a bit childish, but when she said she would like to know me better. Well, I couldn't resist. Even her dog eyes. "I'd love to go." - "Then we'll make a great deal." I nodded and she went to her office.

I was doing some things on my laptop and thinking about the pilgrimage. I've never been to one. Maybe I should talk to Erik about this. I don't want to embarrass her or anything.

[dreaming-of-unattainable-utopia]

Let's play a little game. Write in the comments who you like more of the listed Time Princess stories. My favourites are the first who I named.

👸🏼 QM: Lafayette or Fersen

🧞 ML: Kahir or Light

🗽 GM: Vittorio or Edmund

🦢 SL: Aldous or Audwin

🏺 HoS: Apollo or Achilles

🦇 SoL: Vincent or Edward

❤️ R&J: Laurence or Julius

✒️ LW: Friedrich or Franklin

🎭 PoO: Erik or Raoul

⛩️ TA: Akira or Masaya

🧝‍♂️ SoV: Reuel or Salvia

👘 TDH: Xie Cheng or Chu Yunqing

[bones-the-skelebunny-01]

Father's day stuff I doodle yesterday :)

[funkylittlebidiot]

“I gave up my powers so I could sl-eep-“

“YOU TOOK HER AND YOU ABANDONED ME”

The hope in his eyes when Erik says he didn’t kill the president

James McAvoy is KILLING me

[sarunohadaki]

DQXI/Octopath Traveler Crossover

Crossover week: Home | 1 | 2 | 3| 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Anyone call for a story idea with just character roles planned but no plot? Oh boy do I have the post for you! I’ve only played through chapter 2 of Octopath but from how things are going I have a few ideas for plotlines… on the whole, however, this post outlines each of the characters and their backstories.

Character descriptions under the cut because it’s long! Mentions of a character who's deaf, another character who's trans, and another character with DID.

I’ve been loving Octopath Traveler, but if there’s one thing I had to nitpick, it’s that there’s not enough moments woven in between all the characters! There’s a “travel banter” feature that covers the thinnest bases, where at some points in the game, the option for travel banter will appear on your screen and you can select it to see two characters have a short conversation. You have no choice in which characters talk to which, and you can’t go to that chat feature whenever. Also, let’s say you’re doing someone’s storyline. The other characters don’t talk in other’s cutscenes!

It sort of feels like there are eight games in one when you format the game that way. It's a little… disjointed.

Premise: Another fusion fic where the eight characters in Octopath are swapped for the team in DQXI (plus Gemma). Each character can still have their own backstories and subplots, but I am hankering hard for an overarching plot and antagonist. Maybe there’s, like, an evil League of Villains or some cult. Shouldn’t be too hard to find a place to slot that in, right?

Just like in the game, you stick to one character’s perspective and travel around to pick up the rest of your team, only in this fic, there’s varying dynamics between all the characters and oh boy it’d be prominent.

Characters

H’aanit ➡ Elimelech (El)

The Hunter

Born deaf, Elimelech hunts with his wolf companion and a quiver on his back. Despite appearances, El is not one to be underestimated; he is the pride of his village, which has recently celebrated his rite to adulthood. However, with adulthood comes an unexpected discovery, one which spurs him to leave the village in search of answers to his true heritage.

A literal strong, silent type. But has his shy moments, too. I can imagine you having to tap his shoulder to get him to see you talking to him sometimes, and he has this cute, brief look of curiosity on his face… 🥺

Similar to how H’aanit spoke in Middle and Old English, I think sign language would be interpreted the same way in this world. So everyone’s comprehension of SL is good, signing back… maybe not so good.

Animal companion (Sandy but beefed up into a wolf) would help him interact with the world, or at least keep him out of trouble.

Therion ➡ Erik

The Thief

Like the muck wiped off someone’s shoe, Erik’s not much wanted in most places, but luckily not thought about, either, which helps when he’s stealing coin purses. After a heist goes wrong, he’s tasked with retrieving priceless heirlooms to get back something important.

Does Derk fit well as replacement for Therion’s best buddy? (Sure?)

Therion was apparently well-known despite no one knowing what he looked like. Maybe I can make the opposite work for Erik.

The whole thing with Therion was getting a silver band off his wrist but I still like Erik’s canon plot more, so I’d find a way to shove that in.

Tressa ➡ Gemma

The Merchant

An ambitious and overly friendly adventure wannabe, Gemma uses an anonymous journal as her guide to the wonderful — and perilous — world beneath her feet.

Original plot for Tressa tracks fine, although wouldn’t it be cool if Gemma’s journal were written by Sudo Nim??

Old Dragon Quest had merchant classes, too. Wonder if there’s anything in those mechanics I could add to this fic.

Gemma and El hit it off right away and converse excitedly about everything from cuisine to cute boys. Though… no one tells Erik, who thinks they’re crushing on each other. (love triangle that really isn’t, haha!)

Cyrus ➡ Rab

The Scholar

Newly retired and looking for a new purpose in life, Rab decides to answer a decade-old mystery. While scholarly work has always been a hobby for him, he’s prepared to get to the bottom of this puzzle and hone his analytical skills in the process.

Definitely NOT following Cyrus’s plotline here

I could still have fired Rab (similar to Cyrus) and claimed workplace discrimination, but I like my alternative: “Rab was the head of a royal estate but got bored and ‘quit,’ putting someone else in charge so he could go fart off elsewhere.”

Is Rab related to El in this??? He could be. (Sercretly.)

Alfyn ➡ Sylvia

The Performer

A talented performer with an elusive path, Sylvia has called many places home. Following in the path of a traveler who once changed her life, she sets out to bring smiles to people’s faces and avoid the roots of a past that refuses to leave her alone.

Alfyn was last on the list when I was doing matching so sorry Sylv that you got matched with this backstory. But I can adjust it to make it work

Sylvia and Alfyn both have the goal of cheering up sick kids and ya know I think Sylv could learn some healing stuff along the way! She’s much more than just a pretty face, you know.

Someone from Sylvia’s path definitely shows up again and that will be trouble for her

Primrose ➡ Jade

The Dancer

Jade’s patience and sharp mind have sustained her through years of hard living, although it is all worth it when she finds her chance to exact revenge upon those who killed her father.

— Pretty straightforward, can take a lot from Octopath’s plot for this one.

— Hard decision of whether to somehow incorporate this into Hendrik’s storyline or make Jade’s father and the king Hendrik serves two completely different people

Olberic ➡ Hendrik

The Warrior

An erstwhile knight of a fallen kingdom, Hendrik melts into life in a quiet mountain village until word comes of a former comrade who’d turned traitor and killed their liege.

Jasper is the traitor, obviously!

As for their slain liege… can it really be Carnelian again when that’s Jade’s storyline? Like a plot twist that they were both following the same guy this whole time? Probably not. Probably needs to be someone different. Or Carny can just be twice as dead.

Ophilia ➡ Serenica (Serena and Veronica)

The Cleric

A level-headed cleric, Serenica serves the faith alongside her adoptive family. She takes up the torch to fulfil a traditional pilgrimage to rekindle light across the realm.

This one is complicated and I’m not sure how I’m going to do it yet

I wanted Veronica and Serena to both inhabit the same body and considered them having Dissociative Identity Disorder. I am very not sure about this. If I do it that way, I’d want to do it properly, with a sensitivity reader, research, etc. Because being respectful is Cool.

(P.s. There was fanart but someone (me) misplaced the art and never took photos of it???)

[general-mahamatra]

This is very specific but do you have any headcanons about double dates between Jeanbilee and Silvercyclops? That or how do you headcanon Charles and Erik’s sexualities? I think of Erik as pan and Charles as gay.

Hehe... Oh I can do this. 

For Charles and Erik’s sexualities, I definitely agree. Charles is gay and Erik is either bi or pan (that one I’m not too solid on).

With the double date, catch me putting this in a modern setting. It’s under the line since there’s a lot

Individuals

Scott

Scott was definitely against the idea of a double date

Why? Because it’s kind of awkward to go out on a double date where the other couple... one of them is your ex

Yeah he’s still good friends with Jean! He’s just not sure how to handle going out to an event with her in a sort of romantic setting. Especially because there’s that slight problem that you KNOW he’s kinda anxious. Like what if people who knew him when he was dating Jean finds him all close and romantic with Peter?

Of course that’s not gonna happen. Man’s just anxious

But Peter managed to convince him and assure him that it would be alright

“It’s just a movie, Scotty. No one’s gonna care,” Peter had said. “Literally it’s dark and the seats are set up in pairs, you don’t need to worry.”

Scott protested immediately with, “but what if--”

“I’ll pay for the popcorn and treats. And the drinks. I’ll pay for it all for you.” 

Scott caved pretty quickly

Except he didn’t know that before the movie the group was going out to dinner because for some reason his mind completely omitted that information. By the time they got together, he remembered, but oh man. He was not prepared

Yeah he was dressed up because Peter was really insistent on him wearing something decent, but the fact they were going out to dinner skipped his mind entirely

He was antsy during the dinner at first. Really shifty-eyed and such and was overall just visibly nervous

But he cooled down fast

He had a lot of fun at the dinner, even if he was a bit awkward with Jean at first

But he loosened up. He found himself enjoying the event much more as time went on and he even managed to calm down enough to comfortably interact with Jean just like he used to

It was actually kinda refreshing

He had whole conversations with the ginger. While Jubilee and Peter were going off about their crazy ideas and plans and things that have happened to them over the past weeks, Scott and Jean were just talking about... life. Catching up on what they’ve missed since they split apart and inevitably pulled away from each other (Scott moreso than Jean)

It brought a sense of closure to Scott that he didn’t realize he needed

He found himself warming back up to interacting with Jean and was... happy with it

Peter

Oh Peter was excited for the double date

Ever since Jubilee ran up to him and proposed it to him he was completely on board. Hell, he even helped plan it out with Jean and Jubilee at times

It was actually Jean’s idea for Peter to convince Scott that things would be alright. She knew he was worried about it, even if it was all irrational. She also knew that he was their best bet on helping Scott out and getting him comfortable with the idea

So Peter did just that

He actually did a lot more than just blatantly tell Scott that he was going to pay for everything at the movies

Peter did a lot of minimal prodding. Stuff to get Scott to talk in a way that wasn’t too intrusive or anything (it’s honestly a special ability of Peter’s). It helped him understand what he was gonna have to do to help his boyfriend out

Because Scott had never been on a double date before

And Peter actually found that kinda funny

But when it came to the date itself, he was completely down for it. He wanted to do it since the moment Jubilee told him about it and he decided he was going to put about as much planning effort into it as her. After all, it’s not different from other... events they’ve planned in the past. They have a perfect system

The movie was his idea

He deemed it “necessary after eating at some dumb fancy place. Because who in their right mind is gonna go out to eat and then just head home at like, 7pm?”

(Peter was also the reason they didn’t end up going to a restaurant where you had to dress up SUPER fancy)

(Granted he wasn’t entirely successful. Jean shot him down and made him settle with having to dress up a little. She wasn’t going to drive them all to dinner if it was gonna be some fast food shit)

Honestly, him and Jubilee are on the exact same wavelength for the date

Jean

Jean was definitely the TRUE brains behind the double date

She was the one who mentioned the idea to Jubilee who then took the idea and ran with it, making it a true plan

She did it because, well, she’s always wanted to have a double date. It was only possible now that she was with Jubilee and her other friends were together

Besides, she like anyone else was aware of just how close Jubilee and Peter were. It was honestly a perfect plan

Scratch something off her bucket list while also getting the two away from their peers so everyone could actually catch a break from their high energy

Actual perfection right there

That and she could tell Scott was awkward around her, even if they’ve been broken up for almost an entire year by this point

There were a lot of times Jean tried to reconnect with him and get him to loosen up but nothing really worked until she came up with the double date

It would give her the opportunity to get her friend back while also allowing him to be in a sort of comfortable environment (she’s noticed the way he tends to cling to Peter whenever she comes around. She isn’t sure if she should be hurt by it or not but she knows he doesn’t mean ill will)

She has to admit though, Peter’s idea of a movie after was a great idea. It’s not something she would’ve put forward or even thought about

Then again... she wasn’t expecting the duo to take over the planning and make it a lot more “light” than an actual “true” date

Jean was looking to reserve them stuff out at a true fancy restaurant. Maybe get them to all dress up and put them in a romantic setting but she was quickly put in her place by Jubilee and Peter’s insistence that it’s a double date, they don’t need to be in a super romantic area

And honestly, they had a point

But she refused to let them make the event completely casual. If she was going to be involved in any planning, they were gonna go somewhere where they have to dress up at least a little

She won that argument easily

Jubilee

OH MAN 

Okay yeah Jubilee was definitely the front runner with the planning and setting everything up

Even with the double date originally being Jean’s idea, Jubilee took it upon herself to plan it all out mostly because she wanted to treat her girlfriend

(You act as thought Jubilee doesn’t know her own partner’s bucket list. Jean literally has it written out in a notebook under her pillow, Jubilee has gone through it multiple times)

She wanted it to be perfect

Which is why she went to Peter

Jean was the one who planted the idea of going on the double date with Scott and Peter but let’s be real, Jubilee would’ve chosen the boys anyways. They were the best bet

Either way, she was ecstatic

She literally has so much experience with planning from the pranks and events she’s set up with Peter, she knew exactly what she was doing when she got with him to plan everything out

Jubilee was actually the one who chose where they were going to dinner

It was a nice Hawaiian themed place. A seafood restaurant with a tropical theme and generally considered a 4 or 5 star restaurant. It was a perfect place, especially with its looser “dress code” (it was basically a sort of business casual, for lack of better terms. If she tried to describe it she would just point to Scott wearing a nice button up with no tie and Jean wearing a cute blouse and flowy pants to match)

(The really funny part is her and Jean low-key made it out to Peter like super fancy restaurants require you to wear formal clothes just so he would cave and “go somewhere less strict”)

(He never found out)

But if she was going to be honest, her favorite part of the double date was the movie afterwards

It was the newest Men in Black and she was losing her mind throughout it

Did she tune out the boys while they were nerding out quietly to her right? Yes, yes she did. She was much more focused on the humor and action and experiencing it with her girlfriend

Overall

Not gonna lie, Scott definitely clung to Peter at first

Like that much is obvious, but it really wasn’t that... obvious? It was if you looked closely at how he hovered closer to the older boy or how his head always seemed to be turned slightly towards him during conversations as if looking to him for stuff to say

Peter noticed it for sure, just as Jean did

Both of them let it happen. Because even when Scott loosened up as the night went on, he still wanted to stick close to his comfort and they didn’t want to pull him away from that

Man just doesn’t handle break ups well

Honestly though, the dinner was wonderful for the entire group. There was so much laughter and chatting and catching up, especially since they aren’t consistently hanging out together anymore

Jubilee convinced Scott to try some really spicy squid dish that he couldn’t remember the name of for the life of him and Peter just... kept ordering more chocolate milk

(They quickly learned that he forgot refills aren’t free)

(That didn’t stop him)

Outfits

Scott: Nice blue button up and black slacks. Honestly really basic typical “oh that guy looks cishet” kinda look, especially with the very plain uniform look to him

Peter: Black button up with white specks across it that look like stars and some slacks as well except his belt was a bit more... decorative than Scott’s. (It’s colorful)

Jean: A cute, loose blouse with a nice white and red floral/watercolor sort of pattern that sits nicely on her frame with some flowy pants and flats. Her hair was done into a braid

Jubilee: A nice long sleeve sweater-like yellow top and a short white skirt with a pair of flats as well. She had her hair down and man was it nice and curly

Honestly everyone was dressed so nicely, it was almost a miracle

During the movie, the couples sat together. That’s a given. But the way they interacted was definitely different from each other

Jean and Jubilee were vibing in their seats. They had chocolate and slushies and popcorn and were overall having a great time just enjoying the movie. There wasn’t too much commentary other than them laughing together or making fun of something they saw on screen

(Jean one time did yell at someone for having their phone on in the movie...she’s that person)

Jubilee was constantly touchy with Jean whenever something crazy happened or there was something intense. Hell, she ended up wrapping around Jean and crying when her favorite character died

Jean took it and honestly... it made her soft

She didn’t know it was possible to fall even further in love

Peter and Scott, though, were different. They too had all the treats and candy and such like the other couple but they were much closer than the girls. They were BASICALLY cuddling (Scott will never admit it). Like come on, you know it’s true

Scott was curled up against his boyfriend. Like head resting against Peter as the older had his arm around him. You know the drill

Again, Scott will never admit to it

But the entire time they were geeking out. Both of them grew up with sci-fi, especially MiB. And BOTH were excited for the newest movie and were having a great time pointing out the aliens and all that stuff and just overall having fun

After the date, the drive was both full of energy and calm. It was 10 by the time they were leaving the theatre and honestly... it’s an experience none of them would give up for the world

...they planned another one for the future

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With Our Eyes Shut Ch.4

A/N - Thanks for letting me know that you like this series. One chapter after this to go. Yes, I’m aware this is a blurry photo of Sigefrid. Chapter 3.

Finishing his ale, Sigefrid glanced up to the second story before scanning the room and calling out for a refill. It had been just over a week since he decided to end the lessons. With Genevieve’s knowledge, he felt it a waste of his time. If he was honest with himself, which he rarely was, he had no interest in learning to read and never did. As a warrior, he was well versed in a more recognized language, violence, and that had served him well.

Despite calling it off, he still found reason for her to stay close, deeming her his personal thrall. The scrolls being retrieved were few and far between, the last two of no interest at all. He kept her somewhat busy though, maintaining his chamber, tiding his things, organizing his baths, and generally… being near.

For days now, there had been a bounce in his stride and his voice seemed to boom louder than ever. As brothers do, Erik teased him that the Danes at home across the ocean could likely see his smile. Perhaps he was in a good mood, but by the Gods, he felt the world was at his feet.

Having beat Erik and some of the men back from hunting, he sat in his chair like the king of everything, watching his little brother approach, crossing the yard, and entering the dining room. Straightening, he flashed him a toothy smile, the kind he typically reserved for the maidens.

“My brother the hunter!” Sigefrid yelled out, holding out his horn of topped up mead.

Dropping down into the chair next, Erik smiled and adjusted the tiny ball of orange and white fluff against his chest, so tiny it fit in one hand.

“What a catch, brother! We will feast tonight!” Sigefrid bellowed out, laughing loudly at the sight of the small kitten.

“Found him in a stump on his own. Family must have been eaten.” Erik looked over at his big brother whose attention had already moved on. “I cannot look after it. I was thinking you could give it to Genevieve.”

Lowering his cup, mid drink, Sigefrid made a face, “I will not be giving her kittens. Gen is my slave.”

“Hmm, that’s right. I almost forgot.” Erik looked back down to the fur-ball in his hand, now biting his rough finger with its tiny teeth. “Fair enough,” he shrugged, “I will give it to her then,” he pushed out of the chair and headed for the staircase.

“You will do no such thing,” Sigefrid called after him, getting up and following.

Pausing, with one foot on the step, Erik looked back over his shoulder, failing horrendously at trying not to laugh.

Scowling, Sigefrid put out his hand, “Give it to me.”

Erik passed it over but not before faking him out, pulling it just out of reach once. “I will get out of your way then,” he nodded and moved passed, returning to his chair.

Making a half snort, half grumbling sound, Sigefrid headed up the stairs, shaking his head at a smug-looking Erik.

----

Entering his room, he closed the door behind and watched her look up from where she sat in a chair below the window. A mustard colour tunic was in one of her hands with a needle and thread in the other. Mending the split seams of his shirts seemed to be a weekly task and she had already, painstakingly, re-cuffed his shirts to fasten properly below his blade.

“Lord,” she said softly, putting her work aside to stand and greet him properly but he waved her off, indicating for her to stay put.

As she was lowering her sights back to the shirt she paused, clearly noticing how his eyes were fixed on her, his one arm tucked behind his back.

Cocking her head softly to one side, she squinted, looking somewhat suspicious, “What are you up to?”

Walking over, he swung his arm around presenting the kitten, its little head, the only part visible above the top of his large hand.

Her eyes shot wide, and she gasped, shooting up out of the chair.

“Chaton!” she cooed, taking the kitten into her hands and bringing it up to kiss its little head between its equally tiny ears. With bright eyes, she glanced up at him, her smile beaming.

“Its a cat,” he said, his face looking puzzled.

Laughing, she turned the kitten around to better see its face, “Yes,” she laughed again, “a tiny baby cat, chaton.”

It made a near soundless meow and she squealed and cooed at it again. Her entire reaction making him feel funny.

“Where did you get it?”

“Erik found it somewhere. I,” he hesitated, swallowing the fact it had not been his idea, “thought you might like it.”

Frowning, her head shot back. “Me?” she asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” he dropped his chin, eyeing her, “you.”

“Why?” she asked softly as if still not believing it.

His brows furrowed, “If you do not want it, I will just take it outside and kill it.”

“No!” Her mouth gaped open and she brought the kitten under her chin as if to shield it. “Lord, you would not dare.” She eyed him, looking not entirely sure he was teasing.

The astounded expression on her face made him snicker.

“What?” she asked. “It takes nothing away from a person to be kind, particularly to an animal.”

“Gods you are gullible. Of course, I would not hurt a cat,” he told her, outright lying. “Its to keep you company.”

She looked back to the kitten, her brown eyes still shining.

“In case you are tiring of mine,” he grinned, his smile reaching his dark eyes and she pressed her lips together, her cheeks instantly starting to colour.

Retreating, he headed for his bed, taking a seat and started on the laces that held his cuff and blade in place.

Grabbing the basket beside her chair, she placed a drying cloth inside, gently placing the kitten down.

Moving to him, her small hands pushed his large one aside and she continued working on the laces. His eyes moved to her face, as they always did, and he noticed how her hair was partially pulled back from her face and that her dark lashes were slightly lighter at the tips.

“You will go for your supper without this?” She glanced up and he felt caught staring.

He made some grunting sound but did not answer as she loosened the laces, pulling off the appendage. Obviously, heavy in her hands, she placed it down on the table next to his bed. Pushing air out of his mouth, he held the end of his blunt arm, wincing, as he attempted to squeeze away the pain.  

“Would you like me to rub some of your oil from the healers on it?” she looked at him with a sincere face.

It made him want to bark like a dog with laughter. His sweet slave offering to rub his stump with oil. Gods, yes, he wanted that, thinking that he, himself, was truly the funniest person he had ever known.

“No,” he tried not to smile. “I am tired from hunting and have an early morning. Go to the kitchen and bring something back for both of us. You can eat with me...in here.”

Lowering her eyes, she nodded, and he fucking loved how shy she got.

“Also, gather my things for the raiding trip tomorrow. It will be at least four nights on the road.”

Her eyes shot up and she looked as if she had more to say but remained quiet.

“Speak woman.”

“Is that why you brought me the kitten? Because you will be away for so long?”

There had been many moments since she came into his life that he had wanted to grab her and pull her into his arms, this moment was no exception.

Squinting, he leaned a little closer and gently bopped her nose with his finger.

“You, Genevieve, are coming with me.”

Instantly, she looked relieved, excited even, as if he had just lit a flame inside her.

“Oh,” she rushed. “Yes,” she looked around the room at his belongings. “I will pack your things once I return with supper,” she glanced back. “And milk for the kitten.”

Pushing back onto his pillows, he stretched out on the bed, watching her return to the basket and pick up the cat.

Walking back around to his side, she hesitated, “Lord?” Reaching out, she placed the kitten on his stomach, holding it in place until he raised his hands to take it. “Please, hold him until I return. I cannot leave him alone in a basket. He is only a baby,” she smiled down at the little thing.  

“Go,” he ordered, looking at the fidgeting ball of fluff with unnaturally sharp claws. If only Erik could see him now. Shit, he really needed to raid, swing his sword and breathe in the scent of blood and gore, undecay his masculinity. Watching her leave, he picked up the runt, bringing it closer to his face, and let out a long, weary sigh, “A fucking cat in my bed.”

----

“If you have something to say, say it,” Sigefrid said, spying at his brother out of the corner of his eye.

Both were atop massive horses, riding through a large field. More than a dozen others, mostly on horseback followed with two male thralls each with a horse and wagon; one carrying camp supplies and the other empty with the anticipation of returning full.

“Speak,” Sigefrid urged glancing again at Erik who was unable to hide his smirk.

“There is nothing to say, brother. I simply did not realize we now brought our personal thralls with us raiding,” he smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. “Wait,” he furrowed his brow, “I do not even have have a personal thrall.”

“She is our translator,” Sigefrid shot back, also keeping his eyes forward.

“Of course,” Erik quickly replied. “My apologies, instead of attacking each village, we will send her in ahead and she can simply ask where they keep their valuables.”

At that Sigefrid shot Erik a glare, making the fair-haired Thurgilson laugh outright.

“Sigefrid,” Erik continued, “This has given me a thought. I will keep my eyes peeled for a pretty young captive so I may, too, have my own,” he paused, “personal translator. Also one with big tits and heart eyes whenever I am near.”

At that Sigefrid’s resolve cracked and he tipped his head back, laughing from his gut. Turning to look behind, his laughter simmered as he locked eyes with Genevieve who followed on a chestnut horse. Too far behind to have heard, she gave him a small smile.

“Hey,” Sigefrid straightened, glancing over at his brother, the slightest frown on his face. “Does she look at me with heart eyes?”

Scoffing, Erik shook his head, “I swear to the Gods, you’d be lost without me?”

———

The site to set up camp had been selected and the poles and canvases erected in lightening speed. The location sat between three villages all approximately half a morning's ride distance. It had been decided they would hit one a day before returning to Beamfleot.

Although the summer night sky had not cast the camp in complete darkness, torches were lit and both cooking and campfires started. It was late by the time all the work was done and the brothers entered their tent to find Genevieve, just finishing setting up their beds.

Without a second thought, both men began to strip down to their undershirts, Erik, immediately, flopping front first onto his bed; Sigefrid sitting on the edge of his, unstrapping his blade.

“Lord,” she spoke so quietly he nearly missed it. “I will go if you do not need anything else.”

“Woman, you are not sleeping with the horses.” Turning, he peered at her over his shoulder, “or worse...Haesten.” He jerked his head to the spot beside him. “Get in, just try to keep your hands to yourself, eh?”

Smiling, his eyes lingered on hers just a moment before looking back down, struggling with the leather laces that would not loosen. Circling the bed, she got down and knelt on the grass in front of him, finishing the task he struggled to do with one hand.

Pausing, with his heavy blade in her lap, she looked at the miscoloured skin at the end of his arm that he immediately began to squeeze, as he always did.

“Lord?”

“What?” he answered, looking at her, so close he could smell whatever she washed her hair with.

“It is so tight; it cuts off the blood. Must you wear it even when not fighting?”

Reaching down, he took the blade out of her hands and dropped it onto the grass beside his pillow. “Get in bed,” was his only reply.

Quickly, she rose, and he could tell by her tight face that she was embarrassed. Instantly, he was hit with a pang of something in his chest. Lowering down onto his side, he closed his eyes, listening to the rustling sounds of her undress; lifting her dress over her head, folding it, and placing it down. Getting into bed, she pulled the thin woven blanket over them and he swore he could smell the faint floral scent of her skin. Laying still, he did not bid her goodnight or roll over to catch a glimpse of her in her slip. If he had there would have been little hope of his hard-on ever going down.

----

The mood around the bonfire the following night was boisterous. The day’s pillaging unexpectedly fruitful. These were moderate sized villages and the goal had been to secure improved equipment for Beamfleot, not necessarily fine valuables. However, they stumbled upon a cellar of a comparatively small church that had been stockpiling. Only four pieces of gold but numerous items of both silver and copper. It had been quite a find.

The mugs and mugs of ale made it impossible for the men to contain their merriment, as they laughed at the Saxon’s misguided thinking, hiding valuables in a church.

Meat stew and pan bread were being devoured by the bowl full and a second keg already opened. Making the rounds with a pitcher of ale for the umpteenth time, Genevieve refilled horns, looking rather relieved that her camp cooking had been so well received. Lifting his blade, Sigefrid waved her over.

“Sit woman, have a drink, you are my thrall, not theirs,” he shot her a cheeky smile, glancing down at the log beside, indicating for her to sit. By her rosy cheeks and quickness to smile, he could tell she, too, had been sampling the ale. Even his men had noticed how festive she looked in their gleeful, half-cut states.

Passing her his cup, he motioned for her to drink, not liking the way Haesten’s lurking, dark-edged eyes continued to stare at her from across the fire.

“Surely Lord,” Haesten piped up as if sensing Sigefrid’s thoughts, “you must share her with Lord Erik, all cozy in one tent,” he wiggled his brows. “There is certainly enough of her to go around,” he chuckled, taking a sloppy drink from his cup.

Grunting, Sigefrid opened his mouth to speak but it was Erik who responded first.

“Easy Haesten, the girl does need you ogling her. My brother does a fine enough job on his own,” he teased, evidently wanting to keep the mood light, “and you know Sigefrid never shares.”

The men, including Haesten, laughed, quickly returning to their cups, and Erik glanced at his big brother before taking a drink of his own.

Less in the mindset to slough it off, Sigefrid glanced over at Genevieve who sat frozen with her face tilted down, looking at the ground.

Without thinking, he brought his arm up and around her, gently pulling her to his side and rested his hand on the round of her hip. 

“He is an ass. You are tougher than that to let him bother you,” he spoke quietly.

“Lord, may I be excused. I promise to wake early and tidy in the morning.”

“Go on, I will not be far behind,” he lifted his arm away.

When he pushed through the flap of the tent, it was empty, no Genevieve. Spinning to head back out, he nearly knocked into her carrying a bucket of steaming water.

“There you are,” he smiled like a fool from both the drink and her own more muted smile.

Moving around to his side of the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, throwing it down, leaving him in only his pants and boots. He knew his body was strong and powerful, the marks painting the history of his battles. Looking at her, he stifled his amusement catching her steal a glance at bare chest. 

“Are you bathing?” He asked, noticing the hot water and cloth in her hand.

“No lord, it is for you to wash before bed. I heated it on the cook fire while everyone was drinking.”

“Genevieve! Is that your way of telling me that I smell?” he chuckled. “And you do not want to share a bed with me smelling like,” lifting his arms, he sniffed his armpits, “a man!” 

His shit-eating grin had returned.

Laughing softly, she shook her head, “You smell like you did not survive the fight today.”

Mouth gaping, he pretended to take offense and she let out the loudest laugh he had ever heard from her.

“You insult your master,” he continued, beginning to unbutton his pants for bed, “I should..”

“You should what?” She cut him off playfully and he could tell she was pushing herself to be bold.

“I should be,” he said sarcastically, lowering his chin and eyeing her, “pulling you down onto this bed so you can really enjoy my stink.”

“And...” she made eyes at him, fluttering her lashes, “I should be hoping that you do not.” As soon as her words were out, she froze and her face began to turn from the ale rich pink to a fully flushed red.

He also tensed, his mind beginning to race. Truthfully, the Gods knew he could be thick when it came to women, but he was not wrong now; she was goading him, insinuating that she wished he would take her to bed. All the months together, he had been treating her like some fragile fawn; one, in need of protection. He was many things, a brute, a killer, a horrible dancer but never a man who forced himself onto slaves. She was not a fragile slave though, was she? She was a twenty-year-old woman. A gorgeous twenty-year-old woman who was flirting with him. 

Fuck this, he was going for it. Taking a step toward her, her eyes did a double-take, noticing and smiling at the look on his face.

“You still up?” Erik blew through the tent flaps heading for his bed. Dropping down to sit, he began taking off his boots. “Haesten is a dick-weed.” Looking up, he paused, seeing both Sigefrid and Genevieve standing stiff, staring at him, Sigefrid’s pants slightly open and his shirt no where to be found.

“Should…I.. come back?” He lifted his brows.

The two of them replied at once, her saying no and him saying yes.

Shrugging, he grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking it off over his head. “What a surprise,” he remarked, standing up to undo his pants. “The two of you yet to get your shit together.”

Genevieve turned and walked the bucket and cloth over to Sigefrid’s side of the bed, not making eye contact when he approached. Stopping, he stood close, closer than he ever had, and she finally looked up, her face even but her brown eyes still sparkling.

“Do you need help?” she whispered, maintaining his gaze and subtly pinching her lower lip with her teeth.

At that, his cock nearly broke through his pants. Clearing his throat, he glanced behind at Erik, returning his gaze to her face....her perfect, gorgeous, beautiful face looking up at him.

“Turn in,” he nodded toward the bed, “I can manage. I will be just a moment.” Taking the cloth from her hand, his fingers stroked hers as he willed himself not to reach up and brush her dark hair away from her cheek.

“I will first get Lord Erik’s hot water.”

Opening his mouth to object, she reached up and placed her hand on his chest, her eyes relaying the message that she would not be long. Moving around him, she headed out the door of the tent.

“Thank you Gen!” Erik yelled after her, glancing over to Sigefrid with a grin.

“Gen? Really?” Sigefrid frowned making Erik laugh. “Go help her with the bucket,” Sigefrid grunted, opening the rest of his pants and turning away to conceal his erection.

“She is your… translator,” Erik replied.

“True, but it is your hot water and I refuse to be your wench.”

----

When she felt the hand slide around her front, just under her breasts and embrace her from behind, she straightened, exhaling into the feel. It was the round, fat stomach pressing against her back that made her freeze and attempt to turn.

Another hand slammed against her face, muzzling her mouth and stopping her from screaming as the arm around her ribs tightened. 

“Hmm,” Haesten’s slick voice rattled in her ear, his hand squeezing her face. “At last, my blooming flower, I can feel that plump ass of yours against my crotch... where it belongs,” he hummed again. “I am a patient man but it is hard to watch you trip all over Lord Sigefrid, knowing what juicy things they do to you at night.” Breathing his wretched breath on the side of her face, he ground himself harder against her. “Tell me, who takes you from behind while the other stuffs your mouth? If only they shared, I could....”

A thud came from behind and she was jolted forward, Haesten’s tight grip falling slack, releasing her. He slumped onto the ground at the back of her heels, and she spun around, horrified, tears already running down her cheeks. Standing over a dazed Haesten, Erik held his collar, the round bread pan in his other hand.

“You fool!” he screamed into Haesten’s face. “You had better get on your horse and ride fast before my brother catches wind of this.” Erik’s eyes looked like they were ready to rupture. “And believe me, he will.” Hauling the fat man up to stand, Erik got right in his face. “I give you this chance only because you have fought well for us but you know Sigefrid will not be as forgiving. Go!” He yelled and Haesten stumbled backward, turning and rushing away into the shadows.

Reaching out, Erik pulled Genevieve into an embrace, rubbing and patting her back as she wept.

“Thank you, Lord,” she straightened, shakily wiping her face. “Thank you. I do not know what I would have done,” she sobbed again.

Turning, he kept his arm around her shoulders, readying her to walk.

“Truth is,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “I do not know what would have become of me if you and Lord Sigefrid had not found me in the first place...made me a slave. Surely, I would be dead.”

“Genevieve,” he rushed softly. “You cannot possibly think you are just a slave. And Haesten is the only man in Beamfleot stupid enough to ignore Sigefrid’s order to stay away. My brother,” he shook his head, his eyes looking large and round in the moonlight, “I have never, in my life, seen him so gentle with anyone… until you. He cares for you a great, great deal. But,” he straightened, “that is a conversation for the two of you to share. Come,” he moved them forward, “Let us return and watch steam shoot out of his ears when he hears about this. It will be quite a sight,” he pressed his lips together, guiding her back in the direction of the tent.

——

That was the first night they slept in each other’s arms. It had taken Erik’s full convincing for Sigefrid to stay and not take his sword and track Haesten through the woods. After fuming and pacing the grass floor, he climbed into bed, and slid close behind her, wrapping his arm tight around her waist. She did not flinch or pull away, she nestled her head back below his chin and placed her arm over his, holding it, like she never wanted him to let go.

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Venues For Live Music

The best part of attending live performances in Second Life is you always get a front row view. The concerts are free, but it is customary for audience members to show their gratitude by tipping performers in the currency of Second Life (Lindens)... It is also good to support these venues in the every day cost of running the sim and paying the performers. The other good thing is that there are no parking problems, you can be in your PJs in front of your computer while your avatar dresses up and does all the dancing. When the show is over, you simply teleport back to your home, or to another venue. We often go to 4 shows an evening between 6PM and 11PM (second life time - Pacific US)

Solar Winds

This venue delivers top quality live performers every day. Prime time artists are well worth making the effort to get to hear.  Tonight we were treated to an incredible dual stream performance from Gabriel DeSilva and Erik Kottzen. The did a full hour of acoustic covers and wowed the large audience. 

Erik is a Vocal Coach, Songwriter, Guitarist, Drummer, Bassist Bringing to Second Life his vast experience, Erik's shows are in English and described as beautiful, groovy, retro to modern, heart touching and rocking featuring pop, rock, hard rock, metal, 80's, 90's, Today, covering bands from Motorhead, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, Five Finger Death Punch, Guns'N'Roses, Journey, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Whitesnake, Queen to Originals and more. 

 Gabriel on his own is a talented guitarist and singer. His shows are high energy and he loves taking requests from his extensive song list. 

The show today did not disappoint. 

Solar Winds sim.... in seasonal winter... 

Erik Kottzen at Solar Winds

Gabrielle DeSilva at Solar Winds

Erik rocking out on his guitar

Gabrielle was not to be outdone for showmanship

Together on stage... 

Twilight Under the Moon

Another great venue for both live performers and tribute concerts. Always delivering high quality performers in a sim with little lag despite the popularity of its headline acts. 

Tonight we went to hear Kjjeff Kohn, a live singer streaming from Texas US... He has a repertoire of over 2000 songs and never fails to deliver heartfelt blues, smooth country and even a little crooning in occasions. Another artist to seek out and hear. 

As an added bonus, Twilight Under the Moon also presents a tribute concert from Lightening Productions. The featured artist was Bruno Mars. As usual, they brought the audience an excellent collection of live performances from the artist, great staging and lights, and the avatar performers went into detail in creating their tribute character. 

Tonight Jeff Kohn streamed his performance live 

WATCH IT HERE: FACEBOOK

Jeff Kohn on stage with his dancers

Bruno Mars tribute artist

We enjoy dancing , and definitely got our moves going for Uptown Funk. 

Check out “Destinations” on the Second Life website to see the variety of live shows available, and much more.