#tresspasing

[hekaerges]

What’s this? A Dragon Age Fic? in MY Tumblr? It’s more likely than you think!

Summary:

“The Inquisitor, the Inquisition’s Ambassador, Divine Victoria, and the Hero of Ferelden walk into a bar. There’d be a joke about it if you all didn’t look so miserable to be here.”

Three months after the Exalted Council, The Inquisition’s Arcanist, Dagna, vanishes into thin air, and without a trace. When others follow suit and in nearly identical circumstances, it becomes apparent that someone has to investigate-- who better than Inquisitor Adaar and former Warden Commander Tabris? They depart under the guise of a political campaign across Thedas to strengthen the Inquisition’s global ties and assert goodwill towards the new Divine. It’s all a front, of course.

There’s no way this can go wrong.

[armandslestat]

Alvaro Trevelyan ✨️

[purplemagehawke]

finished ace attorney investigations 2 but there's no time to rest because now i have only 42 days to replay dragon age inquisition before veilguard comes out

[eroguru]

my childhood friend became a cop :')

[sherlockholmeson]

The cinematography of the Happy Ending Pilot is stunning.

I wonder if they will be able to shot it at this masterful level. This might be possible to do for couple of minutes of trailer but for the whole series?

Aesthetics of more supernatural scenes remind me a lot of Tarsem Singh movies.

Go off Jeff!

Rooting for you with this project cause it looks so intriguing. I am hooked.

I mean what not to like: some kind of twisted play with detective/serial killer. But then also there's some world of fiction/imagination tresspasing into reality of Barcode's character Anawin. In parts maybe this is psychological thriller cause Anwain looks a bit unhinged if you ask me ;P. This strikes me more like Hannibal/Will situation and if I am right then this will be such a pleasure to watch.

I love how Jeff likes to play with the opposites that are that on the surface but in fact are the both sides of the same coin.

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Seungcheol hot tub sexcapades

Series

Pairing: afab!reader x seungcheol

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.6k

tags: virgin!reader, mention of body image issues, mention of adult content, mentions of tresspasing, mentions of drinking alcohol, smut but not sex? nag!seungcheol, heavy making out, oral (reader rec.), fingering

Summary: At the grown age you are, you were very much ready to lose this social construct that is your virginity, and who better to lose it to than the hottest guy at the party.

author note: i haven't touched this in so long. Happy to have them back and with cheol of all people. hopefully finishing this soon bc it looks like I have another mile stone Im about to hit.

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22 @shiningstar-byulxx @90s-belladonna @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @lovelyhan

The only times you’ve cum were by the will of your own hand. It’s embarrassing to admit, but you are painfully a virgin.

High school wasn’t great to you and neither is college, but it came at a point in time you were ready to get it over with. God, did you sound like some cliche. Not any more cliche than this party you’re at though. Drunk, horny, high. Almost everyone there was one, two, or all of the above. 

You aren’t all that different. Especially after landing your eyes on possibly the best lay you could have. His eyes round like planets, shining brighter than any star in the sky. His hair is coiffed more perfect than the head of any Ken doll. And his lips, so naturally pouty and biteable, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip would taste sex alone. 

“Ooh, he's a good one. Nice eye.” 

“Em, I can’t,” you say, shaking your head at your friend. “Look at him. He’s too out of my league. What would I even say? Hey, you’re really hot, wanna take my virginity sometime? Are you kidding me?”

“Why the fuck not? You’re hot, he’s hot. You would make the hottest porno ever to exist—if that was your plan.” She adds that last part after seeing the panicked look in your eyes.

“Yeah,” You reply, rolling your eyes. “Hot stud steals V card from loser virgin.”

“There’s a market for that,” she nudges.

“Whatever. I’ll probably just look for someone more approachable.”

“Hey, the worst thing about coming up to him is he says he isn’t interested.”

“And how is that not at all traumatizing?”

“It’s life. Just be willing to walk through it.”

With a bit more convincing, somehow she’s managed to push you toward him. Your sneakers dragged against the floorboards, hands shaking in anticipation. In a split second, his bored gaze lands on you, and a chilling strike runs down your spine. It halts your step. Time slows down as the corner of his lips slowly turns up. His chin lifts up to greet you nonverbally, waiting for you to come closer.

You finally reach him, eyes following you like a hawk, you try to relax in his presence. Emphasis on try because besides the music, all you can hear is the pounding in your chest that travels to your ears. You release a shallow breath before saying “hi,” really wishing now you accepted that drink earlier when you arrived.

“Hi.” His voice was deep, yet mellow. “Having a good night?”

“I think so. You?”

“You can say that.” He briefly nods off to scan the party. “Could be better though.”

“How so?”

“It just,” he simply shrugs his shoulders, “could be better.”

You take a second to think about how you can turn this around in your favor. Strategizing happens to be one of your many amazing qualities. Like a light bulb appearing above your head, you remind yourself of the neighborhood you’re in and how familiar you are with it than you realize. “What if I told you I knew a place we can use a hot tub? No one home, all to ourselves.”

“I’d say, ‘hi, I’m Seungcheol. Pleasure to meet you. What’s this about a hot tub?’”

You make your grand escape from the party to take Seungcheol to a neighbor's house that you’re used to babysitting. As far as you know, they’re on a vacay to the Bahamas and won't be back until next weekend. That means you have all the freedom to hop over the fence to their backyard with an unlikely chance of getting caught.

“So, how do you know this place we’re trespassing?”

“I know the owners. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

You turn on the hot tub and watch as the bubbles start to form, your smile doing just the same. Your eyes shift from the water to him nervously. “Just takes a few seconds. Meanwhile…” Your fingers fiddle with the bottom hem of your shirt, raising it past your mid-drift. Your nails graze up your sides as your shirt is pulled over your head, revealing imperfect skin, an imperfect body, scantily clad by beige–your safe color–lace and ribbon. “We can’t get our clothes wet.”

It took time for you to give your body the love it deserves and some days you still feel it’s not worth it, but at the end of the day, you’re the one living in it. You had it only in yourself to love it the most, even if you made it the reason you’ve gotten this far without popping your cherry. Your worst critic would always be yourself, after all.

Even in this backyard, where Seungcheol can't even bear to tear his eyes away from you. He draws in a breath, quietly scoffing to himself as he outlines the shape of your body. To him, the evening air smells delicious with the addition of the view. And no, he wasn’t looking at the full moon tonight.

The sensation in his chest deepens when your shorts are released from their top button, falling to your ankles after the zipper is pulled down. “Well?”

He looks up after your eruption of giggles, watching as your toe is first to dip in the warm water. Inch by inch, your body gets submerged, raising your internal body temperature by several degrees. He breaks away from your gaze with a smug smile, finally removing articles of his clothes, starting with his shirt. 

An Adonis body perfectly matching his Adonis face. Chiseled all over, his muscles stood taunt on his figure. He joins, sitting across from you, sharing the heat of the surrounding water, now glistening his skin in the beautiful twilight. You could devour every inch of him.

“This is nice.”

“I told you. Would take this baby out when the kids I babysit are asleep. Let my mind go blank for an hour or two.”

He nods at that, silent after.

“This is actually the first time I brought someone, always too scared about getting caught on the job. Haha.” Why would you say that?

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but tried to get over the initial cringe of your words before changing the subject. “So, do you always follow strangers at the mention of a hot tub?”

“Not always, but I find it better not to question most things. More fun that way. Do you always lure strangers into intimate and private settings?”

“No, but so far I have no complaints.”

He gives you a closed-mouth grin, now making you wonder about the smile he’s hiding behind those lips. “Let’s hope I keep it that way.”

The air is thick with tension, even six feet apart from each other. Most men would pretend not to look, but not Seungcheol. His eyes stayed stuck to you, dark and stormy in stark contrast to the clear skies faintly illuminated by the lawn lights and barely there stars. You are almost sure he wants you at least a third as much as you want him, but he made no gesture in approaching you first, so you dangle yourself in front of him. 

Lifting off your seat, your breasts bounce up from the water it once floated in into the cool, crisp air. You saunter in his direction until you're mere centimeters away from him, supremely conscious of the pure sex radiating off his pristinely large build. “It’s gonna sound like a cliche, but I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m usually a by-the-books person.”

“What’s changed?”

Your hand reaches for his bicep, hard and pulsing under your fingertips, and you pull yourself towards him, knees bent on either side of his thick thighs until you're straddling him. Your eye level ascends until you’re looking down at him, his irises dilating once he sees you and feels your soft curves meet his deep hollows. “You look more fun than books.”

“So what, you’re gonna do things differently with me?” You feel the pad of his fingers ghost over your spine, shivers following, causing you to arch into him with a gasp. “I don’t know if I’m worth all that.”

Your hands trickle on the nap of his neck, threading in his dry hair, and excitement bubbles inside you. “The call I get to make.”

His lips, pink and plump, meet yours when you lean in. Like pillows, they cushion the impact and hug the curve of your lips before they start ebbing with carnage. His hands press into the solid of your lower back, fusing into like a tense thread has snapped loose. Your tongue beckons him for access, cheeks flushed against him. You whimper as he holds you tighter, his erection digging into your crotch, and you can somehow feel how wet you are. You’re wet all over from the water your party submerged in, but the lining of your warmth contains a more viscous fluid.

Eventually, Seungcheol pulls away, earning your bemused expression. “I’m not taking your virginity.”

“What?” You ask, shocked, backing away. “How—Why the hell not?”

“I overheard what you and your friend said. Not very subtle. As to why…you deserve better than that.”

You roll your eyes, “Ugh, you’re one of those guys. Remember that not everyone holds the value of sex to this same high standard.”

“But you do, given you feel so pressured to do it for the first time.” He lays an awkwardly platonic pat on your arm, discomfort apparent on your face, but he shows no sign of caring. “I’m not going to let you throw something…heavy away to someone you met—what, 15 minutes ago—to cater to a societal norm. Depending on the person, they would have hurt you. I could’ve hurt you.”

“Look.” Your hand presses against his bare chest. “I approached you. I chose you. Who I decide to have sex with is up to me. I’m grown enough to make that decision.”

“I’m not telling you to promise your body to someone you plan on marrying. What you deserve is to have it to be with someone special, at least someone you trust. Why would you let me even this close to you?”

You scoff. “You had no complaints when we were making out. So don’t use this generic ass excuse that it should be ‘special’ or someone I ‘trust.’ If you don’t want to sleep with me then don’t.”

“You don’t listen.”

“I’ve complied with most things in my life. This will not be one of them. Now, if you don’t want this, it won’t be you. I’ll move on to someone else…I’d just hoped it’d be you.” You lift yourself onto the ledge, only your feet in the water. “Seeing as this is going nowhere, thanks for wasting my time. Good kisser though. Three stars.”

You’re about to leave when his hand stops at your knee. You look down at him expectantly as he gets closer. “Stubborn too.” He stands in the pool to meet your eyes, lips pursed in an amused smile. “I followed you so no one else would. I plan to keep it that way.”

You raise a brow, unsure where your surge of confidence came from, finally feeling the tremble of your hand as it covers his. “What makes you think after this I plan on staying with you?”

“Because although I won’t be having sex with you, I can give you something just close enough.”

Now both hands are on your knees, lips colliding with yours once more, just as hot and sweet as the first kiss. You moan as his teeth dig into your bottom lip, his hands finding your unbreached heat. Then there's that familiar reflex of pulling away, the situation dawning on you now. You blink back at this beautiful man that takes your breath away just from his mere presence and get that same feeling every other time you come close. “Seungcheol…”

“You backing down on me, virgin?”

“Okay, that hurt.”

He chuckles. “I’m teasing, but not the kind I should be doing.” He lands a kiss on your nose. “I’ll be careful. If you let me, that is.”

“I am. You just make me really nervous.”

“I understand. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to.”

You nod, a little too eagerly. “I want you. I-I’m letting you.”

“Good, then relax.”

He parts your legs further away, hand firmly pressed against your warmth, seizing the oxygen from your lungs, and he kisses you tenderly. Your hand clasps over his cheeks, deepening your liplock, and you feel the courage seep out of his fingers as they push aside your damp panties. His digits glide over your moisture, coating himself in the arousal built over your time together and you feel him smile against your lips. “That’s definitely not water, but I have a feeling you know that already.”

“More teasing?” You ask in a weak breath.

“I’ll make sure it’s worth it.”

He bows his head, his knees hitting the plastic bottom. His hands glide over your thighs, a tingling sensation follows its path. His kiss marks your skin in a way that wasn’t visible, only burning you with an unreplicable heat. His touch—gentle and firm—makes your head go to places you usually go to when you’re alone. His eyes tell you comfort and safety, but conflict with the glint of hunger that shines through.

He kisses the center of your folds, easing at you with light flicks of his tongue. Although delicate, it drives you insane, wanting you just to bury his face inside you already. Patience eventually rewards you as his tongue runs stripes over your bordering thighs—small jumps on your end—then your slit. He coats himself in your translucent nectar, sighing in your heat. Mewls then leave you like a nursery rhyme, haunting yet addictive. “Delectable just as much as you look.”

There’s a slow rise and drop of your chest watching him devour you. His lips purse to your core, darting in you to lap your insides, and you whine from his vigor. Your thighs press against his hot, red cheeks as water splashes around him. You shake—vibrate actually—speaking his name like it was the only thing that makes sense, and somehow you still feel how gentle he is with you. 

This stranger is meant to be a stranger, so why did he make you feel special?

With the curl of his fingers, they plunge in you, feeling how you pulsate around him as he sucks on your clit. You buck into his face, a wreck, hands glued to the edge of the tub in anguish. Your moans are a grand symphony on loop, the background music to the beautiful moment he’s savoring. How you gush feels him with pride, tightening his core as you push his head closer with your knees. “I-I’ma cum…”

He says nothing, only rummaging faster, deeper, holding on to the pace until his gums are filled with your climax, not minding how it makes him a mess. Your hips hit his face in an erratic beat, only settling down after he licks your thighs clean. You gasp in amazement, only for that gasp to be swallowed by Seungcheol as he sticks his tongue down your throat; you taste his promise.

You part in thick, glossy ribbons, eyes fucked from–you still can’t believe you’re saying this–orgasming by someone other than yourself.

“T-thank you,” you say with gratitude you conjured from the pit of your stomach.

“If you really want to thank me,” he leans in closer, “Let me take you out sometimes and I’ll let you experience it all over again.”

[australet789]

TLK: Mothers and Fathers

"You are pregnant?!" Kion exclaimed, scaring a few zebras that were eating nearby.

Kiara left a soft chuckle. "Wow, not even Kovu reacted THAT badly".

"When? How?" Kion still couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Kiara raised an eyebrow. "Do you REALLY want me to answer those questions?"

Since Kion didn't reply back, she continued. "Yes, Rafiki confirmed it to us after the coronation ceremony. We still don't want to tell the Pride yet because Kovu and I are still nervous about this. But I wanted you to know first, since you are my brother."

Said brother was still utterly silent. Kiara started to get worried.

"Kion? Lil' bro? Are you ok?"

Still no answer.

"Kion!" Kiara roared, and that seemed to get the red mane lion out of his stupor.

"W-wha-"

"What's gotten into you? Do you think I'm going to be a bad mother or something?"

"No, Kiara, wait-"

"That I'm not brave, or smart or strong enough to get through this? Because let me tell you, I'm not here for you to doubt my skills as a mother even though I'm super scared and I don't know how to not be like Dad or-"

"When did we get so old?"

That stopped Kiara's rambling.

"Excuse me?"

"When..." Kion licked his muzzle, "when did we stop being cubs. You... you are going to be a mother. You are Queen now, you have a duty and you are fullfiling it!"

"Kion..."

"Meanwhile, Rani and I are still playing around! The Night Pride is getting older and we...I am not doing anything as a King to help with the matter. I'm just patrolling and sleeping and fighting tresspasers because I don't know what else to do!"

"You want to have cubs for duty?"

"YES! NO!" Kion was shaking and he started to rub his scar. "That's what Kings should do, right? That's what I'm supposed to do, right? Continue The Circle of Life, give The Tree a heir... even...even if..."

Tears dropped out of the lion's eyes, the shakes getting harder. Kiara reached and hugged her brother and he nuzzled into her golden fur. 

For a moment, the savannah was filled with a lion's silent cry.

"I don't even know if Rani wants to have cubs with me..."

Kiara sighed and hugged Kion even harder. "Have you talked to her?"

"How do you even start a talk like that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, you just... try. Or else you are just going to keep walking around the theme and it's not going to be good not for you nor Rani." Kion sucked in a breath. "But this is a conversation you need to have when you are ready and not because your older sister is doing it, ok? My decisions are not your decisions. You are your own lion, Kion. And the path you take is up to you, nor because of a stupid rule about 'filling your duty'. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"I don't heaaaaaar youuuuuuuuu".

"Fine, fine!" Kion chuckled. "Yes, Queen Kiara!" 

 "Shut up, you rhinohead".

The silence this time was a welcomed one.

"Kiara?"

"Yes?"

"You do know you are very brave and smart, right? You are the best Queen The Pridelands could ever have."

The lioness smiled fondly.

"Thank you.".

"That's what siblings are for, sis."

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Continuation of this

Also the title of this piece is based in this song, i suggest it to listen to it while reading this

[portablegoose]

I find it interesting that all of Chester's cases so far have been about not investigating things you have no obligation to involve yourself with, saving yourself , the hamartia of curiosity, etc, and episode 7 is, in a way, the opposite. Not that it encourages investigation, but that the complication isn't a naïve protagonist exploring mysterious locale and meeting an unpleasant end for it; the problem here is an invading, unknowable force that starts out innocuous enough, paired with an also unknown rescuer who is part of an outside organisation and encourages the narrator not to investigate. The narrator is not trespassing their way into the horrors, the horrors are tresspasing into the narrator's space (a space with spooky ooky connotations, no less). Isn't it funny, how this shift in Jo-... Chester's cases happens just as a new employee joins the OIAR? A new, enigmatic employee with an underlying sinister disposition despite being seemingly hardworking and positive? Or at least, has something to hide? A new employee who, though they are paid, is essentially sacrificing many of the social aspects of their life by working nights, volunteering those aspects, you could say? And funnier still, how immediately afterwards, Sam recieves an email from an unknown sender. An unknown sender who seemingly isn't attatched to the organisation to which the recipent belongs, yet is involved nonetheless. Yeah. The motif of a new guy joining your team, followed by another, then followed by a landslide of OHGODOHNO-

Ah. Parallels. It seems Jo-... Chester's warnings of do not investigate Sam or I swear- haven't worked. It seems like this 'John' (I'll use the transcript spelling, I know it is an eyesore) is having to reach out directly.

The problem is no longer getting involved when you don't have to for any reason besides the spirit of inquiry. Sam is too far in. He's past the point of no return. The emphasis lies now in protecting yourself, because the horrors are in your walls and shit's about to hit the fan.

[bg3daydream]

Playing Tresspaser and...it's the bard singing about Solas (among the others) to my brokenhearted Lavellan's face 😢 My poor Inquisitor 🥲

[olympusgenius]

If you were get to choose among your Guild members to be Jutaro's lover and your new parent who would be the least you'd get angry with?

"You're tresspasing too much limits making that question, and I exercise my right to don't answer"

[mightymizora]

Hmmmm so some spoilers have me thinking about Tammy’s background…

She’s a defected Qunari who had a crisis of faith after her platonic life partner died, and I was going to have her be a Lord of Fortune as it’s a good fit for a reckless abandon, but then I thought…

Hey, the Qunari were using the Eluvians in Tresspaser. Could her partner have lost their life in that mission? Could they have had that knowledge and could she have joined the jumpers trying to find answers to what happened?

[crodur]

The Selk'nam (II): Mythology overview

So, in my last post we quickly saw the story of the Selk'nam or Ona people, their (speculated) origins, interaction with the outside world, the genocide perpetrated against them and, in a more positive note, how they're currently fighting to reclaim a spot in history for their culture. But, what did they actually believe? What was their religion, idea of the supernatural and the like? Let's take a quick glance.

A tehuelche (aka patagonian) native. They're believed to be the main culture they split and originated from, sharing a vaguely similar language. The Selk'nam acquired their world vision and beliefs from both them and the Haush they displaced while moving towards the south, around the XIV century.

About their storytelling

For starters, all their beliefs came from oral tradition and all we know comes from their remaining members by the beginning of the XX century.

Most of the stories and mythos was passed down by the male elders of each village to the children, an adulthood initiation ritual known as H'ain, who recalled all that knowledge for decades. Their society was, like most, very divisive in gender roles, and women never took any initiative in such matters (until Lola Kiepja compiled all the chants she remembered so they would be preserved forever). I would like to explore their gender asymetry, but thats for another post.

Selk'nam dancers dress up a male teenager to participate in the H'ain. Children from 14 to 18 years old were supposed to become adults in this ceremony, and had to go through different trials.

It was a common practice to add bits of one's own experiences and life sprinkled here and there, which made very difficult to reconstruct them after a few generations, specially so since they lacked a writting script. Think of a broken telephone experiment, at a far slower pace, a process very common even in cultures that DO have written scriptures.

The cosmology and supreme beings

The Selk'nam revered the skies (Sho'on) as the home of many legendary creatures. They divided them by 4, one for each cardinal direction. Such skies were considered infinite and eternal, which makes sense, since the sky was the biggest and most omnipresent body known (and even then, it's very interesting that they were aware of the idea of ''infinity'' as a neverending space!)

The beautiful skies of the Patagonia, under which the Selk'nam lived for centuries.

The skies were the following ones:

Kamuk (northern): Asociated with spring and summer

Kéikruk (southern): Asociated with the winter

Kenékik (western): Asociated with the autumm

Wintek (eastern): The most important of them all.

Wintek is a whole beast on it's own. This sky was considered the one that spawned all the others. While the other three have seasons linked to them, Wintek encompassed them all, and in turn, time itself, as all the cyclical, time-bound stations already belonged to it. Temáukel, the supreme and most powerful god, resided here (we'll talk about him next time).

Like some other religions, the Selk'nam gave a physical location to the Wintek and Temáukel residence, somewhere beyond the Staten Island, the easternmost territory in their coordinates.

Some Selk'nam argued the mountain filled island (which they called K’oin-harri) resembled a mighty ancient fortress in the distance, worthy of being a god's house (a supreme one, at that!). Temáukel protected Wintek from there to prevent tresspasers (the fact that there was a huge ocean probably had a major role shaping this mythos, it was the only cardinal point the Selk'nam couldn't physically expand into).

The creation mythos

The Selk'nams were neither animists nor exactly polytheists. They were Henotheists, which means that they believed in many diferent supernatural beings, among which one, the actual god, was truly supreme and of unmatched power and wisdom (the aforementioned Temáukel).

Let's discuss some other matters first, so we can reach an understanding of the world he ruled.

The Selk'nam believed in spirits that controlled the rules of their world. From what I gather, the most ancient a spirit was, the more powerful and mythical it was, to the point that the oldest of them all were considered true forces of nature and drivers of earthly change (again, all of them under the rule of Temáukel).

The old ancestors were known as the Howenh, and the first inhabitants of what the Selk'nam refer as the ''primitive earth'' (fun fact, the Howenh were so important that the Selk'nam language had an extra verbal tense for events that happened in their times, the mythical past, set well beyond the time of the regular humans).

The most important one descended from Wintek, and was named Kenos. He's considered as the closest one to godhood (and according to some sources, the only son of Temáukel). His purpose was to organize the world. He arrived by climbing down a long string, that was cut when he set foot, trapping him on the plains of patagonia (the Karukinká).

The Karukinká park, named after the Selk'nam mythos.

The earth Kenos found was all chaos and disorder, everything mixed and trapped in a constant cycle of disrepair and destruction. The sea (ko'oh) washed away everything on it's path, and that's why Kenos raised mountains and many geographical heights to placate them (the Andes mountain range, most likely, at the westernmost point of their land, and also the most remote from the Wintek).

He quickly realized, he needed others to fulfill some of the roles of the earth, since he wouldn't just stay there forever doing everything. And that's why he created the rest of the Howenh, ancestors of mankind similar to him, yet diferent in purpose and power.

The first one was Kren, the sun, born at the Kenékik, who would sheed the most light at noon, and then retire. After him he made his wife, Kre, the moon, at the Kéikruk who would sheed a faint light before and after her husband. They both also had a daughter called Tamtam, but that's another story.

In the meantime, Kenos also lifted the skies up, so they made room for trees to grow.

All of this was made in a single day, leaving Kenos tired and idling by the evening. Then, distracted, he mindlessly squeezed the water out of some soil from a swamp, and made two pieces of genitalia (male, sees and female, asken), leaving them aside. Right after he went to sleep, both started copulating, and from them... the first Selk'nam came to life!

All started with a couple lumps of clay...

Going back to the mythos, the process repeated for many days, and eventually, thousands of selk'nams lived. Kenos gave them different territories and split them among them, so they could find food and shelter, which explains the 3 diferent factions among them that existed by the XIX century, each located in a diferent space, and at a semi-constant conflict with the other two. Their religion stated those lands belonged only to them, and no one couldn't kick them away (If only that actually came to be the reality...).

Kenos got bored eventually, and made the humans able to speak, he gifted them the ability to craft a language. The Selk'nam learnt quickly, and would never again stop talking (and their language is still spoken as of now!).

Now that they could talk to him, he also gave them the gender roles, taught them how to have children on their own, and also taught them morals (treating elders with care and passing down traditions and wisdom to children).

That second part of his mission took him many years, and by the time he was finished, he fell asleep, now a very old man. He waited for death, but it didn't come, and eventually woke up. He left the humans, then, to chase death by himself, accompanied by other elders, the most wise of them all.

They travelled north, to unknown lands (probably at some point north of the Tehuelche, the farthest fellow civilization they probably were aware of and also their actual ancestors), until they fell exhausted. Wrapping themselves in guanaco skins (some kind of wild llamas), they finally found death. But not for long!

Their bodies regained their youth, and ascended into the cosmos itself. They became the stars above the Patagonia, Kenos being the one known as Aldebarán, shining fiercely.

During this period, death was transitory, and by Kenos decree, many could rejuvenate as many times as they wanted, and when they didn't want to anymore, they would get turned into landscape elements (hills, rivers...) or even, if ancient enough, into other howehn (many of them were formerly humans).

Hell and other aspects of the afterlife wouldn't come to be until later.

A guanaco, surrounded by what once were Selk'nam.

I would love to keep going, but unfortunately this post is already becoming too long and I feel that every paragraph leaves out so much. Next time, we'll keep going over mythology, and explore many other ancient beings, Temáukel himself, and other, remaining myths here and there. I hope I can finish it sooner!

Until next time!

Sources used:

https://selknamstudy.blogspot.com/

https://pueblosoriginarios.com/sur/patagonia/selknam/kenos.html

Carlos R. Gallardo - Los Onas (1910) - published in Buenos Aires, Argentina

And of course, the ol' reliable, Wikipedia (which actually sources who once was the most knowledgeable anthropologist on Selk'nams, Martin Gusinde, so it's legit).

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what the fuck is this clown and why does it change my background into oldschool newspapers wallpaper??????????

HELLO CAN SOMEBODY SAY WHO ARE THEY AND WHY ARE THEY TRESSPASING MY TUMBLR

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Villian!Thirteen would be sooo cool

An entity that holds the souls of its enemies in the palm of its hand

They cursed the record that almost killed Beel, they also sets traps that would kill any unsuspecting human who falls into them.

And it's not like they would do that because they're evil or something, Is just that being be the bearer of bad news for centuries would desensitize anyone. Hell, maybe they forgot how many seconds takes for a human to drown, or how much heat the human body can take without dying.

But it's just that their're sooo bored in their little cave, no friends or anything, just watching the never-ending ocean of candles. The only thing they can do Is watch the humans tresspasing their home, observing how close they can get to them. Maybe they were going to ask them a favor? that they could save a loved one? or maybe save themselves?

Not that It matters, since nobody makes It to the end, at least not before you broke on to their house.

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I do like my canon Lavellan absolutely never, ever slightly, thought that Solas is associated or connected to Fen'Harel at all until Tresspaser and just go went (yeah just like I am when first time playing DAI, a headcanon Lania Lavellan that already figure it out early is no fun)

And Lania be like:

"So I make out with Fen'Harel? Fen'Harel fade-tongue kiss me?!, wait why am I still aroused about this HE'S FUCKING FEN'HAREL, LANIA PUT YOURSELF TOGETHER!!"

I think Lania is VERY skeptical when she go to the Exalted Planes, Emerlad Graves, Emprise Du'Lion and seeing that many big ass statues of Fen'Harel, and theres a time when she discusses that and ask Solas if he ever see something about that.

LL: "like why there are so many of Fen'Harel statues out here, I know we Dalish have this statues outside of our camp to guard any bad spirits, but now I feel the image of the god who locks all the other gods AS A GUARDIAN is weird.. if we know he's the betrayer why we still put up his statues?! Is it that many elves who worships him after all that?! Could he be not a bad god as we think he is now?"

I still can't imagine what Solas will answer after Lavellan ask that, like he's a little happy inside that Lavellan started to doubt the story of the Dread wolf but he must share very little information about it.

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There are only 3 people in this house and we have 3 bathrooms how are you still getting stuck in one bathroom. Elodie, why the fuck are you always showering at your parents bath?

-Mine is dirty.

So clean it!

-Can you get dad to upgrade it, please?

Ugh, fine. He wants to upgrade 5 objects anyway.

Later though, he's busy now being all in love. I have to tell you guys something. I tried a few other legacies in Sunset Valley. Choosing spouses from Frio boys to Gunther Goth and even bringing back university sims. I never enjoyed playing those as much as I enjoyed playing with Hank. He is the best!

He had a wish to stargaze with Karen so here they are. She also has a wish to skinny dip with him, again.

While I was trying to get the best view to get their picture, I hear unearthly sounds and what do you know we have a visitor.

Welcome.

-ЩΉΛƬ IƧ ƬΉIƧ ƬΉIПG

Mail box?

-ᑕЦЯIӨЦƧ.

Don't mind the green tresspaser, guys. He's just trying to make friends with the snowmen. I guess this is why Elodie wanted to make them. Friends for the aliens.

It's Snowflake Day! Good job Hank! Oh well, don't worry about it Karen. You guys are doing alright!

Case in point, I added a garage for them. I am not sure what I want to do with that terrace but I had the urge to do it. Don't like the roof though. Gotta find a different way to cover it.

-... and that's why you should never get married, Elodie.

Alright, I see Hank giving some fatherly wisdom to Elodie.

Karen why are you always in your swimwear when it is snowflake day? You wished to make a snow angel and you thought this was the right outfit for it?

-Can't hear you over the chilling of my bones!

Ah, I remember the last Snowflake day with them. Elodie was just born and they couldn't leave the house to visit the festival. Now, we're here to fulfil some wishes.

Once she got that 20 snowboarding tricks wish completed it's time to go to the Goth house for a feast party!

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