#well reasonably priced in the snake world

[undeadcannibal]

I LOVED your post about how the Los Vaqueros squad would react about getting rid of cockroaches and bugs.

I was wondering if you could do another one like that but with task force 141.

You don't have to do this feel free to ignore this request!

Summary: How the 141 guys would react to having to get rid of cockroaches for you.

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap

Warnings: Mentions of bug squishing, none!

A/N: Thank ya, Anon. I’m glad you enjoyed the post, hopefully you’ll enjoy this one as well! I have a lot of fun writing for the boys. :3 ( Gif credit: xxx )

Gaz―

When I tell you this man fucking h a t e s insects of all types...

He can’t stand them at all but knows sometimes he has no choice but to power through being around the worst of the worst.

When you two got together and you mentioned being unable to stand cockroaches, he’s screaming internally

Does not want to be the designated bug squisher but also will power through solely for you

He’ll complain about having to get rid of the cockroach or whatever the entire time but does manage to get it done

Absolutely does not like to think about the squashed bug in the trash, don’t mention it to him please, he’ll be forced to take it out and put in a new trash bag, does not feel bad at all about doing so.

Also demands a hug and/or a kiss after for a job well done, praise this man for being so brave please

Price―

He's not all that bothered by insects really.

Even though he's taking care of the bug problem for you, will absolutely live it up like he's your knight in shining armor over something so small.

Can totally see him asking for a kiss as a 'thank you' for dealing with the nasty thing.

When it comes to spiders though? He's the one that's running into another room for safety. I personally headcanon that he can't stand them and always exaggerates the size of the smallest spiders due to his fear of them.

Don't ask him to clear out any cobwebs or places that could have tons of them, he'll refuse unless armed with canisters of spray.

Ghost―

He's practically the designated bug dispatcher of the squad anyway with how unbothered he is by them all. So, when you're together and freaking out, he's already coming over to take care of the problem.

Only thing I see him absolutely refusing to deal with is snakes for personal reasons he refuses to disclose.

Still, he couldn't care less about getting rid of pests for you. Actually enjoys it because it makes him feel all the more useful and worthy of you, in an odd way.

Only thing he doesn't like is that they make you scream because it instantly puts him into high-alert and he's running, ready for anything, only to see you practically climbing the walls to escape a tiny thing like a cockroach.

Absolutely is one of those people that can handle most insects without a care in the world, cockroaches included. But, also doesn't care that much about them in the long run, so also seems like the type to like, flick them off of him if he sees anything on him or you.

Soap―

Lowkey just as disgusted with them but much like Graves, absolutely refuses to let you think something as tiny as a cockroach or something similar has him grossed out.

Even though he'll complain about it the entire time, he's quick to help out.

Disposes of it without a second thought, doesn't care about the whole "they're only crime was being small" schtick, he's killing the bastards.

Prefers grabbing something else to squish the poor bugger because he can't stand the feeling of it squishing, even through the barrier of a paper towel or something else.

[lafemmemacabre]

My personal top albums of all time

If anyone who respects my music opinions is interested, IN NO ORDER because I can't choose between my babies. Also, warning, it's mostly gonna be albums from the 90s. Only the albums that are described as Gothic Rock, Darkwave (Neoclassical or not), Deathrock and Ethereal Wave are goth, the rest are some other flavor of dark alternative.

Aégis, by Theatre of Tragedy (1998)

Exquisite Gothic Rock, despite the band usually playing Metal, with themes of mostly Greco-Roman mythology with some other European folklore thrown in. The most angelic and soft soprano vocals delivered by Liv Kristine with baritone whispers delivered by Raymond. Ethereal yet complex atmospheres with soft guitars, strong bass, poetic lyrics in Shakespearean English.

Highlights: Cassandra, Venus, Poppæa, Bacchante.

Inferno, by Lacrimosa (1995)

Gothic Rock that flirts slightly with Metal in some tracks. This is when they made the jump from Neue Deutsche Todeskunst (basically late 80s/early 90s German Darkwave except it's a little weirder than most other Darkwave at the time) to more Rock-based styles of music, as well as the first album Anne Nurmi was featured in. Tilo's best studio vocal performance in my opinion. Beautiful lyrics about love, passion, devotion, and the end of the world, could only be written by a goth guy with a gift for poetry who just fell in deep love. Only iffy track is Copycat but even that one is still a classic among fans if only because of its high energy, and killer guitars, bass and percussion.

Highlights: Schakal, Vermächtnis der Sonne, No blind eyes can see, Kabinett der Sinne.

Passion's Price, by Diva Destruction (1999)

Diva Destruction's debut, from back when Darkwave was actually dark and dreary in sound. Songs about heartbreak, betrayal, abuse and love, in the band's most musically complex and hauntingly atmospheric album. A definite classic with nothing but great track after great track.

Highlights: The Broken Ones, Snake, Prey, Glare.

Selected Scenes from the End of the World, by London After Midnight (1992)

Some of the best Gothic Rock to have ever come out, in my opinion. Deep, rich, dark, mysterious, sensual, macabre, romantic (arguably too romantic even by 90s goth standards as the album apparently got criticized for being almost entirely love songs? Wtf). The song that introduced me to goth in February of 2007 is in this album and it's the reason why I never looked back.

Highlights: The Black Cat, Claire's Horrors, Sacrifice, Spider and the Fly.

Annwyn, beneath the Waves, by Faith and the Muse (1996)

Ethereal Wave royalty in maybe not their most iconic album, but definitely the one closest to my heart by them. Despite goth music being associated with darkness in the minds of most, this album is full of glittering light in the most poetic and heartfelt way possible. The vocals are soft and tender when they need to be, delivered by Monica Richards, or firm and epic when needed, as delivered by William Faith. The lyrical themes are full of Celtic folklore, love, hope, magic and a feeling of reclamation of nature and an ancestral past (but not in like, a white supremacist way, I promise).

Highlights: Annwyn, beneath the Waves, The Hand of Man, The Silver Circle, Rise and Forget.

Treasure, by Cocteau Twins (1984)

Walking a thin line between Ethereal Wave and Dreampop (as they're pioneers in both genres). Some tracks are darker than others, but they're all equally delightful, full of beauty and a dreamy gaze hovers over every single song, all of which contain some of the most heavenly vocals in the scene. One of Robert Smith's favorite albums (he also really like Diva Destruction's debut!). If you're into more relaxing and atmospheric music, this might be your intro to goth.

Highlights: Beatrix, Persephone, Pandora (for Cindy), Lorelei.

Anthology, by Nosferatu (2006)

Legendary Gothic Rock band among those of us who enjoy a campier vampiric goth sound that takes itself too seriously, and deliciously so. Yes, I know I'm cheating by going with a compilation album, sue me. It's simply a collection of their best tracks and I honestly couldn't choose between all their actual albums, so there!

Highlights: Inside the Devil, Lucy is Red, Rise, Witching Hour.

Es reiten die Toten so schnell (or: The Vampyre Sucking at his Own Vein), by Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows (2003)

Probably the gothiest and most elite Neoclassical Darkwave out there. Deeply macabre, equally horrific and beautifully crafted, with expressive and dramatic vocals, themes of vampirism and death masking more human subjects such as social rejection (Anna Varney-Cantondea is a trans woman/transfeminine person who's battled suicidality and depression from a very young age), depression, gay/trans desire, and suicidality. It truly is a masterpiece of macabre and neoclassical goth.

Highlights: The Feast of Blood, Holy Water Moonlight, Baptisma, Dead Souls.

Blood Death Ivory, by Angelspit (2008)

Probably one of the few modern Industrial bands who have thoroughly kept the spirit of early Industrial alive, fashioned after greats such as Skinny Puppy and Die Form, especially in the 00s when the Industrial scene heavily turned to more superficial lyrics based on the aesthetics of cyberpunk art rather than its subversive content. The music is aggressive, simultaneously animalistic yet robotic with a touch of demonic, rarely ever without smartly phrased critiques of capitalism and consummerism. At this point in time the band was a duo between Amelia Arsenic/Destroyx and Zoog Von Rock. It's definitely some edgelord shit (affectionate), but by no means in a vapid, only-for-shock-value way.

Highlights: Skinny Little Bitch, Lust Worthy, Devilicious, Jugular.

Alles für dich, by Grausame Töchter (2012)

Some of the most dynamic, deliciously quirky, sexual, hyper and twisted Dark Electro bands currently making music. The lead vocalist and lyricist of the band, Aranea Peel, is a lesbian dominatrix, fetish model, trained ballet dancer, and lover of Weimar republic era artistry who absolutely imprints lots of dark flapper energy into the band's music and imagery. The lyrics are unabashedly perverted, kinky, sapphic and fucked up. Her singing is nothing short of chef's kiss worthy, always expressive and strange, but with pristine execution and technique.

Highlights: Tanz für dich, TABU, Therapie für dich, ICH DARF DAS!

The Astonishing Eyes of Evening, by Cinema Strange (2002)

KINGS of 00s Deathrock with touches of Dark Cabaret influences, as inescapable in the goth scene in the 00s as She Past Away and its many copycats are now, and for very good reason. Delightfully macabre, not the first to use ghostly androgynous vocals but certainly one of the bands who better utilize that style of vocals. Imo, this and their homonymous album are must-listens for people interested in the goth music scene in general, but especially those interested in Deathrock. Truly Halloween turned into an album.

Highlights: Tomb Lilies, Catacomb Kittens, 'Ere the Flowers Unfold, Legs and Tarpaulin.

Opheliac, by Emilie Autumn (2006)

Literally music for mentally unstable sapphic girls with a poet's soul and flare for both irony and intense earnest feeling. It's a very original combination of Synthpop, Punk Cabaret, and Neoclassical music, with influences of Industrial and Darkwave. It's all masterfully crafted by classically trained violinist, poet, writer, actress, and somewhat of a burlesque performer with a rich alto voice; Emilie Autumn. She wrote this album after suffering medical abuse at a mental hospital after a suicide attempt brought on by an abortion and emotionally abusive relationship. I'm not exaggerating when I say this album saved my life and also changed me as a person.

Highlights: Opheliac, Liar, The Art of Suicide, 306.

Of the Want Infinite, by Requiem in White (1995)

You don't often hear of bands combining Deathrock and Ethereal Wave as they're often perceived as the polar opposite ends of the spectrum of goth music; Deathrock being the goth subgenre closest in sound and idiosyncrasy to punk, and Ethereal Wave being one of the goth subgenres furthest from goth's punk roots. Add in an operatic soprano and you get... Some of THE best, most underrated goth bands of the 90s. Dramatic, ethereal, creepy, elegant, ghostly and complex, with incredible vocals. Truly a pity they only released one album and a couple of EPs.

Highlights: Everlasting Peace, Beneath the Leaves, My Shame, Acanthus.

Agony of the Undead Vampire Part II, by Two Witches (1992)

Truly another giant of vampiric Gothic Rock, absolute 90s legends and Finland's most iconic goth band. Themes of vampirism, occasionally anti-Christianity, sex, sensuality and kink abound. The vocals might put some people off, but it's definitely worth it.

Highlights: The Hungry Eyes, The Omen, Mircalla, We All Fall Down.

Mors Syphilitica, by Mors Syphilitica (1996)

Requiem in White may have disbanded after their first proper album, but two out of its three core band members, then spouses Lisa and Doc Hammer, went on to form pure Ethereal Wave act Mors Syphilitica right after and while it's generally less dark and spooky than its predecesor band, they're still a delight to the ears.

Highlights: The Woman Who Believed, Fell a Dance, The Vain Stroke, Below the Baleful Star.

Beyond the Veil, by Tristania (1999)

I've raved about this album so many times. Just... THE definitive Gothic Metal album to me. The lyrics, the choir of sopranos (aka all Vibeke Stene and her rich, sensual, dark, gorgeous voice), the perfect growling, the somber baritone vocals, the perfectly crafted guitar riffs (no guitar salad, all expressive and precisely timed), the exciting epic percussion, the piano, the violin solos, THE SYMPHONICS. Oh, my God. There's not one second wasted in the entire album, and I'm not being hyperbolic, I mean that. Truly the perfect Gothic Metal album.

Highlights: Beyond the Veil, Angina, Heretique, Opus Relinque.

Serpentine Gallery, by Switchblade Symphony (1995)

Tbh all of Switchblade Symphony's discography is fantastic, but their debut truly is a masterpiece. Creepy ragdoll vibes all over, great vocals, rich composition, poetic yet accessible lyrics. If you're into a more kindergoth vibe (Wednesday Addams, creepy dolls, child-like or even lolita-esque looks), this might be the band for you.

Highlights: Clown, Mine Eyes, Dollhouse, Bad Trash.

Vampyre Erotica, by Inkubus Sukkubus (1997)

The other band that introduced me to goth in 2007 and got me to never look back. Though the first song by them I ever listened to, Samhain, isn't from this album, this album is the one that truly got me hooked for life. Vampiric, sensual, decadent and dark. It has everything including really sweet vocals.

Highlights: Vampyre Erotica, Danse Vampyr, Hell-Fire, Heart of Lilith.

Link to a YouTube Playlist containing all the songs from all the albums above.

[vvolfy]

The brothers + MC at the mall (in the human world)

Lol, these hc’s were also brainstormed by @absoluteyeet​ and @stardustursa​

American malls, for the win LOL

Divider credits to @rubystarraven​ (if its not okay I can take them down they’re just super cute!)

Lucifer:

Would spoil MC without hesitation, and especially of the risque variety.

   Reluctant to tag along because he would have to babysit his brothers (as usual)

   Would visit stores that specialize in formal wear, (appearances matter), expensive colognes.

   MC drags him into Bath & Body Works, but he doesn’t stay for more than 5 minutes before he loses his sense of smell and develops a headache.

   The type to stand outside of stores with his arms crossed, only to say he isn’t rushing anyone. (he is)

   He’s like a cranky old man. From complaining about the malls music choice to criticizing anyone that passes him.

   Any food vendors that sell fine chocolate would pique his interest.

   100% avoids mall vendors. You want to fix his D.D.D? Too bad so sad. Mammon already scams him. He doesn’t need another.

   Bookstores (Barnes & Noble) would be his go-to.

   As would antique shops. Those are his favorite.

   Would be the first to leave the mall. Honks at the rest to hurry up.

   A MC plushie from Build A Bear would perk him up, I think.

Mammon:

  Has a coin purse, despite being broke. Lucifer takes it and hits him with it when he makes bad choices.

   Obviously cannot be left unattended. (Do your job MC)

   Spoils MC unconditionally after stealing Goldie back. (Spoils himself as well.)

   The type to haggle prices.

   Has been kicked out of most stores for haggling/stealing.

   Food? Yeah. Like everything else, it goes on Lucifers tab please.

   Resorts to stealing and gets caught.

   Tries to steal cologne from Bath & Body Works while MC is shopping, only to spray himself in the eyes.

   Makes MC at Build A Bear, makes MC pay for it.

Leviathan:

   Only tagged along to go to Gamestop, Hot Topic, Spencers, and for the Asian food vendors. Otherwise he is being forced to go. Send help.

   On his phone and switch the whole time, headphones on full blast. (He’s a pro at playing and walking.)

   “I guess I’ll h-hold your hand MC. N-Not that I like you o-or anything-- y-you’re just so n-needy you’ll hold a filthy Otakus h-hand--”

   “Can we go now?”

   Talks MC’s ear off at his favorite stores. (Always listening ofc)

   Due to sensory reasons, he avoids Bath & Body Works, though he’ll wait outside for MC.

   Loves stim toys. Walks out of Hot Topic with a bag full of em.

   You can find him at the arcade! Claw machines are his favorites!

   He would share Dippin’ Dots with MC.

   Would go to the pet shop to see fish and snakes ofc

   Would go to Barnes & Noble for the mangas, duh

   He would spoil MC in his own way. “It’s not like I l-love you or anything! I just didn’t want y-you to feel left out! Ugh!”

   I think he would love Build A Bear. He would so build Lotan and Henry, and carry them everywhere. He would also love a plushie of MC.

Satan:

   In this for Barnes & Noble or any bookstore really.

   Actively avoids the others. (Except for MC)

   Loves the cafe in B&N, would eat croissants with the blackest coffee while reading.

   Lucifer physically curses Satan to follow him if he doesn’t leave w/ them.

   Accompanies MC where ever they go/want to go. (Spoils them too.)

   Would stop at the pet store to see the cats. Expect him to be there for a long while. Cats > you.

   Stops at Bath & Body Works for warm scented candles.

   Like Levi, Satan would LOVE stim toys.

   Starbucks 100%

   Would go to the movies with MC to watch movie adaptions of books.

   The last to leave the mall, by closing time. Lucifer is angry.

   Leaves with like, 50 new books.

   Loves a cat plushie from Build a Bear, though a MC plushie would be better.

Asmodeus:

   Would live in a mall for eternity if he could.

   Takes his sweet time in every single store.

   Manipulates a few human lackeys to carry his and MC’s bags. If he can’t find anyone, then Beel would suffice.

   Takes MC to Sephora or Ulta to spice up their vanity wardrobe.

   Would definitely take MC to Spencers for the risque stuff. ;)))

   Bath & Body Works spree. (He has a huge collection of their products, duh.)

   Would make MC at Build a Bear 100%, along with a bear of himself. (Rose bear for him!!!)

   Wouldn’t splurge at the food court tbh, he doesn’t want to get dirty.

   Would be the one to help MC choose fashionable clothing. (Lingerie, etc)

   Though he does his own nails, I think he would still go to the salon w/ MC to both get their nails done. Mani/pedis, duh.

   The type to try every. single. beauty. sample. in existence.

   If you thought Mammon was a heavy spender... lol

Beelzebub:

   “Hey MC, I’m hungry.”

   Pulls MC to every food vendor until they flood a table with various snacks and food (Onlookers are shocked)

   He would carry MC’s bags to exercise so long as MC feeds them.

   His way of spoiling MC would be sharing his food, but I think he’d also buy MC stuff, like what he sees them taking an interest in, you know?

   Would definitely hit the gym or martial arts training, whatever available in the mall at the time.

   For additional exercise, carry both Asmodeus and his bags.

   Would mistake soaps and candles at Bath & Body Works for food. Lord help us.

   Better dip with Mammon before Lucifer kills the three of you for embarrassing him. (And that shoplifting charge)

   Carries MC anytime they say their tired, or when MC wants a piggy back ride lol

   Would love any food related plushie MC gets him, though he eats it because it looks too realistic.

   Frequently checks on Belphegor who decides to sleep on a massage chair.

   Helps MC reach the taller shelves.

Belphegor:

Tired Edge Lord(TM) didn’t want to go until he was yoinked into Spencers by MC. More face jewelry for him. Plus some quality time with MC is always best. (Works at Hot Topic too)

Finds a massage chair, falls asleep instantly.

(If) Lucifer manages to get him out of the chair, it’s a team lift.

Will wake up to MC or food, or both. Both are nice.

If he’s awake enough he would love it if MC shared their Dippin’ Dots with him.

If he has enough energy he would gladly hold MC’s hand as they walk together.

He would definitely be a candle man, and would love the soft scent candles Bath & Body Works sells.

Would love Build A Bear like the others. Cow plushies, and a plushie of MC are ideal to snuggle with.

Loves stim toys like Levi and Satan do.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Bit of a twist on the regular hybrid aus

A small percentage of people hybridise as their national/state animals because magic got reintroduced into the world a couple generations back

Soap is a Unicorn, Price, Gaz and Ghost are Lions and Roach is a Welsh dragon.

Graves and Alex are either bald eagles or long horns and Laswell is either a bald eagle, a calico cat or an Astrodon (a mother fucking dinosaur)

Farah is Phoenix and Hadir is a snow Leopard.

Alejandro and Rudy are Golden eagles and Valeria is a rattle snake.

Nick is a Eurasian brown bear

People didn’t think Soap would do well in the military because of how Unicorns are traditionally viewed, sometimes he still cops flack for it.

People hate losing mythic hybrids so Soap Roach and Farah are treated differently then regular hybrids.

Shepherd is jealous of the hybrids and Makarove wants magic extinguished from the world again. 

Maryland has a fucking DINOSAUR as one of its state animals wtf

Urzikstan and Las almas don’t actually exist so I Just went with what I thought fit (and what information I could google)

Sorry if this is too much/weird I got a bit carried away 😅

GREAT PREMIS LOVE THIS!!! This is a perfect idea with how to do hybrids.

Soap as a unicorn is based as FUCK!! Idk about Gaz, Ghost, and, Price all being lions but I don't hate it. I see Roach as Irish but a Welsh dragon is just as good.

Graves is a bald eagle, Alex is a long horn, and Laswell HAS to be the dinosaur I don't make the rules.

Farah as a phenix is perfect for a number of reasons and Hadir as a snow Lepard makes sense as well because of well...Russians.

Alejandro and Rudy as golden eagles is smart and Valeria as a rattle snake is good but also maybe a cobra/viper.

Nik a brown bear is great however here me out polar bear.

No your right people don't suspect for Soap to be as good as he is and that's perfect. and mythic hybrids being treated different is amazing because of course they would be.

Makarov and Shepard have perfect motivations to cause issues.

I did know about the Maryland's state bird lol it's so cool isn't it.

(No your fine it looks about right also it's fiction it's ok)

You are fine lol I love this kind of ask! I would love to hear more of your thoughts on this.

[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter 18)

+18, minors DNI

Summery: Simon and (Y/N) finally cement their relationship, now that they have Price's permission.

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: Sex, cockwarming, sex over a desk, complicated feelings regarding being loved.

Simon waited a day and a half of just following (Y/N) around, without his mask on, Price not only forgiving him but also trusting him with his son's body and heart had been a confidence boost he had never had. It was more than just a promotion, it made him higher rank than Simon could ever hope to achieve, not only as a bodyguard but also as the potential spouse to the next leader. Simon knew they would have to keep it quiet outside the family, but by the gods did he hunger for (Y/N)’s touch. It was more intoxicating than anything his father had ever introduced to Simon.

Simon sighed and watched as (Y/N) came back from interrogation training with some of the newest recruits. Simon still hadn’t gotten the balls to actually watch (Y/N) work on someone, sure, it got results but if it had made Johnny sick to the stomach…. Well (Y/N) would have to be creative for that to happen.

Simon stood up and walked over as Graves walked out close behind, genuinely following (Y/N) around like a puppy. Simon stood in front of (Y/N), he had opted out of his usual t-shirt and jeans, for slightly newer jeans and a white button up, 3 of the buttons were undone showing a bit of chest hair but most importantly, (Y/N)’s necklace still hanging around Simon’s throat.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow but tugged Simon closer with it. His hands smoothed out the crinkles in the shirt's fabric before landing on his chest. Simon hardly liked this public display of attention, but he had missed (Y/N)’s touch, he knew very well that (Y/N) hadn’t slept since they came home.

“You sure do wear a sign of being mine without being mine.” (Y/N) commented, his hands snaked around Simon’s shoulders. “Graves, leave us.”

The lieutenant looked very displeased by the order but gave a nod. “Yes sir.” He said and left back into the room, (Y/N) didn’t say anything until the door closed. “Sit down.” (Y/N) said and let go of Simon. Simon followed the order and sat down, he placed his hands to the side and looked at (Y/N) who wasted no time in straddling him. “You give mixed signals, you say you want me, yet you say we could never work and now you practically shout to the entire world that you are mine, dressing just like this. Makes me want to bend you over the table behind you and just fuck you until the sun goes down. Would you like that, Ghost?”

Simon’s eyes darkened, and he bit his lip a bit. “I would like that a lot, sir.”

“You aren’t scared of what my dad will do?” (Y/N) kissed down the stubbled jaw, enjoying the feeling of the shaved beard against his lips. “Or did you just decide to fuck what anyone thought?”

“Your father approves.” He said with a pleasurable sigh. Simon leaned his head back, allowing (Y/N) full control. He trusted him blindly. (Y/N) had never given him any reason not to…. Well maybe besides the murdering, torturing and just general merc bullshit… but Simon wasn’t much better himself.

(Y/N) hummed. “Do you trust me and want me?” Simon nodded wordlessly before looking at (Y/N) again. (Y/N) smiled. “Good, how are you feeling about anything intimate?”

“You don’t have to do anything you are not comfortable with,” Simon said, this time being the one to reassure (Y/N).

(Y/N) leaned their foreheads together. “It felt right with you, in a way that I haven’t felt before. You… are special.”

Simon smiled and closed his eyes. “I love you too.”

(Y/N) smiled and kissed Simon before pulling away. “I have paperwork but that doesn’t mean we can’t do the little scenario after it.” (Y/N) hummed a bit and then got an idea. “My office can be locked and no offence Si, but I can feel just how hard you are, how about a little challenge?”

Simon bit his lip. “Aye, I am up for a challenge.” He said. “What do you have in mind?”

“Cock warming, you sit prettily on my lap while I do all my paperwork, if you can avoid moving then I will do so much more than just fuck you over the desk, today, if you don’t, well we fuck and continue on our day as normal.” (Y/N) said.

“And I can say no or stop at any time?” He asked.

“Yes.” (Y/N) didn’t hesitate.

Simon gave a nod. “Then yes.”

(Y/N) stood up. “I have a kit in my bag, clean yourself up before meeting me upstairs.”

“A kit? Were you expecting this?” Simon leaned back.

“No, but it never hurts to be prepared, I will see you later~” (Y/N) walked upstairs leaving Simon alone downstairs. He did as he promised, he did indeed sit behind his desk doing paperwork. Simon returned almost an hour later. (Y/N) leaned back and motioned him over. “How prepared are you?”

“I worked myself loose enough,” Simon said as he watched (Y/N) unbuckle his belt and drop his pants, Simon walked over and dropped his pants as well before, with the guidance of (Y/N), some lube and a condom, slowly sinking down on his girthy cock.

(Y/N) rubbed Simon’s shoulder. “Such a good boy, taking me so well. I’m so proud of you.”

Simon preened at the praise from (Y/N), he felt stretched out. Simon hadn’t been with anyone in years, it was almost too much. He felt (Y/N) move under him and took a deep breath, yet nothing happened beyond a slight shift. (Y/N) simply read and wrote down what he needed.

Every slight shift sent jolts of electricity up through Simon’s spine and stomach, he was rock hard, his cock strained and leaked pre-cum. His breathing was slightly laboured as his walls clenched around (Y/N)’s cock.

(Y/N) clicked his tongue. “Sit still.” He said. Simon groaned a bit but tried to sit as still as possible. It was quite possibly the best torture (Y/N) could ever come up with, Simon was too caught up in his own thoughts about (Y/N) to have said no, not that he wanted to say no, despite everything he wanted and craved (Y/N), now it was only a question of making (Y/N) realise he could love, even if it took years and years of hard work. (Y/N) shifted again. Simon bit his lip to contain his moans and whimpers, his legs were shaking with pleasure, he wanted so desperately to move and to touch his cock, yet he didn’t.

He bent forward and held onto the table, everything was hot and this certainly didn’t help. Simon felt himself slowly get used to the girth but the feeling of every tiny movement, every little brush across his prostate, was driving him mad.

Simon felt a knot begin to tie itself in his stomach as (Y/N) once again shifted, his body rested on Simon’s as he put the paperwork away in a drawer, every movement threatened to send Simon further and further towards the edge.

“Good boy~” (Y/N) purred right next to his ear, and a pleasurable shiver went up his spine. (Y/N) pushed Simon down onto the table, lifting them both up as he did. He stayed inside Simon as he leaned down, grabbing another bottle of lube.

“Another bottle of lube, sir?” Simon moaned softly. “Should I be flattered?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “A man has his needs. So tell me, did you come to me as a pet or a toy?” (Y/N) ran his hand down Simon’s back, relishing the twitches of excitement as his touch electrified Simon’s flesh.

Simon moaned again, not holding back. “A pet, yours eternally, devoted blindly,” Simon said, clenching his walls around (Y/N). (Y/N) moaned lightly.

“Such a devoted pet~” (Y/N) said, he pulled out as he squirted more lube on his cock, and his lips kissed down Simon’s back. “Tell me your safe word, Si.” (Y/N) said softly.

Simon’s mind was reeling, he registered the words and groaned, his head hit the table, his hair splayed pathetically out. “Hmmmm, pineapple.”

(Y/N) gave a nod. “Okay, Pineapple or stop means I will stop, if I notice you floating away I will slow down and ask you if you are feeling red, which means we stop, yellow, be on edge but we can keep going or green if you are okay and we can keep going as always. Do you get that?”

Simon nodded weakly, he felt empty, and a whine escaped his lips.

“Pet, I need you to use your words, do you understand me?” (Y/N) asked softly.

“Yes sir,” Simon said, his legs gave out and he was barely hanging on. His cock was rock hard yet Simon didn’t reach down and touch it. “Hmm, please sir, fuck me, I am ready.”

“Good pet~” (Y/N) praised which sent Simon further into sub-space. He was practically puddy in (Y/N)’s hands.

(Y/N) grabbed Simon’s hips before easing himself in again, having been inside Simon for the last hour and a half meant there was no need for starting slow. (Y/N) began thrusting in and out. His pace was almost merciless, (Y/N) wanted the feeling of Simon’s warm hole to never be over. “You look so hot like that, splayed out over my desk, whimpering and moaning as I fuck you good.”

Simon moaned louder and clenched around (Y/N), the knot in his stomach was getting tighter. “Thank you, sir!”

“Fuck you feel so good,” (Y/N) said as Simon clenched around his cock, (Y/N) moaned and leaned against Simon’s back, pinning Simon further to the table as he fucked into him.

Simon arched his back, meeting (Y/N) halfway there, his face was entirely pushed against the hard wooden table his cock was dripping pre cum. Simon moaned, the feeling of (Y/N) holding him onto the desk.

He felt a perverted version of safety as (Y/N) began thrusting in and out of him. It was almost enough to make Simon pretend (Y/N) loved him the same way Simon loved (Y/N).

A knot began building in his stomach, Simon held onto the table as he pushed against (Y/N), meeting his thrusts and fucking himself, his cock was rock hard. “You are so good for me~” (Y/N) moaned out, fucking into Simon harder though not rougher.

“Thank you, sir. You fill me so good!” Simon moaned out, his head hit against the table as (Y/N) hit his prostate. (Y/N) took note of that and smirked, he adjusted himself to hit Simon’s prostate over and over again. The knot in Simon's stomach continued to grow into a huge mess of rope, he was slowly coming undone.

(Y/N) leaned in over Simon, he kept fucking into him as he kissed down Simon’s clothed back. “You are so good for me, baby boy.” He praised freely.

Simon preened at the praise, he was getting pushed closer and closer to the edge. “I am so close, sir!”

“Then cum for me, baby.” (Y/N) said, feeling himself get close to the edge.

Hearing those words pushed Simon right over the edge, white streaks of cum sprayed down on the carpet underneath them. He clenched around (Y/N) which sent him over the edge. (Y/N)’s cum shot into the condom as he collapsed onto Simon. “Oh gods, Si, that was amazing, you were amazing.” (Y/N) breathed out as pure bliss overtook his mind. He pushed himself up and gently rubbed Simon’s back as he pulled out. “Just a moment, Si.” He pulled the condom off, tied it and threw it out. He wiped Simon’s ass from excess lube and helped him get dressed and sit down on the chair before handing him a bottle of water. “How are you doing?”

Simon, still cock drunk, looked at him with a slight smile. “Hmm, very good, sir.”

“Good, drink up. We will need to go home within the hour, dinner will be ready soon.” (Y/N) said before bringing another chair over. He leaned back.

“I should be ready by then, I just need to get my mind straight.” Simon drank from the bottle. “I haven’t been fucked that good in… ever.”

“As long as you wish and we have time, I could fuck you again.” (Y/N) chuckled.

Simon chuckled as well. He looked at (Y/N) and smiled a bit. “I would like that.”

“And you can say no but I would like to share my bed with you every night.” (Y/N) said softly.

“I would like that, perhaps we could both sleep at night,” Simon said. “And it would be safest, I would always be close.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Yeah, that would be good, I am almost ready to just pass out right now. Maybe that’s the adrenaline dropping.”

“Oh definitely.” Ghost said. “Hey, why did the mafia hire a magician?”

(Y/N) looked confused, he shrugged. “Why?”

“They heard he was good at making people disappear.”

(Y/N) blinked before groaning, he rested his head against Simon’s shoulder before chuckling. “Honestly, I should have been able to figure that one out, had I thought about it for a second.” He said.

Simon kissed the top of his head. “I love you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) looked up at him and smiled. “I love you too, Simon.”

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@one-green-frog

@rasberry-jupiter

[ghouljams]

I was definitely thinking of Moss, but must have gotten them slightly mixed up with the TA. My bad! 💛 but I think my ask still partially works. Muse, while absolutely enamored with strings and the fae, is very (over)protective of the children she teaches. She and Moss will have beef if they try and take one of her kids.

Also, I’m glad we’re so like minded because when I was reading the TA ask, I was also thinking “Fight fight fight (kiss kiss kiss)” - ☀️

Oh yeah, there you go glad we could all help! Moss showing up at the school would in fact be cause for alarm. I can see any other fae aligned teachers warding their students as well, cautioning them not to talk to strangers. It's good to be protective of kids(though I imagine someone has warded the school at some point) they're stupid. Nothing like a good fight to get the blood moving, adrenaline, attraction? Who can tell the difference?

This is off topic but I'm thinking about it because of your Muse, who I assume is a human who has a strong alignment with the fae and not a fae herself. BUT I think the city that this au takes place in is so weird. In my mind there's this sort of strange cultural understanding that the people who live there have that's influenced by the fae(not saying 'thank you', nicknames are much more prevalent there, children are cautioned against wandering off set paths, etc) but there isn't necessarily a belief in magic.

People in the city would argue that thanking people is bad luck, that having a third or fourth name is just a weird cultural habit, and that rules for safety are just common sense. There isn't any current of fear in the city, and for the most part there doesn't need to be. Most fae in and around the city have mostly integrated into modern life, adapting to modern culture and living among humans. People stay out late, people go home with strangers, people are still people.

So while they have this culture that's been distinctly influenced by the city being a fae hub, I think it's a very small group of people that actually believe in the fae/magic. Most people would think Witch was just someone selling snake oil and reading fortunes, like a novelty shop(with a very loyal clientele), and not that she has actual magic. And Witch doesn't correct people on that, she has no reason to! It feels very much like a club to me, some people know and don't tell, something tell but don't really know. Seers pop up, fae grant boons, a changeling accidentally sneezes themselves into an owl, strange things happen, but are you going to tell anyone? Nope. But you might start seeking out the fae, trying to figure out how their world meshes with ours.

You might find yourself at Price's bar, or Liebling's shop, and you might have a million questions that no one else has been able to give you an answer to. And you might find the one person in 100 that smiles at you and tells you they believe you like they're welcoming you home. Or you might loose a kidney to a one night stand and start wearing iron because you met the one doctor in town that knows fae work when they see it.

[syntia13treeman]

Case files 09.01

what I think happened in:

Case 09.01, the case of "Dice of Fate" or "Mr. Die and a very bad, horrible, no good roll."

Well well well. If it isn't an honest, good old fashioned statement. Fancy seeing it here. Not much left to puzzle out, we have it all laid out very nicely. The Dice make a comeback. When we've seen them last in nineteenth century, they were sitting pretty in the sack of the Gentleman (the mystery man in the woods, quite preoccupied with luck).

By nineteen-nineties they somehow came to be in possession of a young man named Gary. (Double meaning intended). As is their nature, the dice brought Gary luck when rolled. Good luck with high rolls, bad luck with low rolls.

Gary eventually decided that bouts of good luck were not worth the inevitable dive into misfortunes, which varied from leaky pipes to broken legs. Finding himself incapable of simply NOT rolling, he fell back on time-honoured tradition of making his problem somebody else's problem.

Somebody else, we'll call him SG (short for Statement Giver), has recently been dumped by his boyfriend Carl (CaaAAAaaarl! That hurts people!) and really needed something to cheer him up. So when an old high-school friend called to invite him over for a game night, he made his way to Gary's place in West Didsbury, where he got tricked into taking over as the Dice Bearer. The dice changed hands and SG felt it as the ownership transferred to him.

SG was much smarter about rolling that Gary had been. Just like a certain violinist before him, he figured out that he needn't be the one to pay the price for the fortune his cursed object brought him. And he figured out the system (or so he thought. He should have remembered that the House always wins, in the end). He started passing the bad-luck-rolls to random strangers on the street.

After a time, he started to also let strangers roll high. And then… well, for someone who had the gall to talk shit about D&D, SG turned out to be SUCH a nerd himself. He assembled a whole-ass Grim Dicer costume, grew a goatee, he was even doing the voice! Go you, Mr. Totally-not-a-theatre-kid! Rock that Dice King persona!

He was well on his way to becoming a full blown urban cryptid, when alas, he went too far. By chance (chance?) he run into Gary and made him (made him?) roll one last time. It was the lowest roll yet. Snake eyes. 1+1. You couldn't go lower if you tried.

It seems that the Dice did not appreciate being disposed of, and they disposed of the previous Bearer in return, with extreme prejudice, via runaway truck to the face.

After that, SG lost his nerve and tried to get rid of the Dice which… Buddy. You've just seen how that ends. What did you think would happen?

SG thought he was being smart. He gave the Dice to Magnus Institute, who, as paranormal research facility (or whatever they were known as), were bound to accept them and presumably able to handle them safely.

Too bad he believed that rolling was a matter of choice*. Too bad the Dice were still within reach when the urge hit. Too bad he died right there, at the statement giving table. RIP, statement giver (????-14.10.1998). You could have been great.

So that's that. What more to say? Let's see.

I feel quite confident in saying that SG was actively becoming a supernatural creature. That feeling of increasing disconnect from the world was not just in his head. And the rolls that he took for himself, that kept getting more and more abstract, until he couldn't tell what changed, just that something did? It was you, SG. You were changing. Such a damn shame your rise to power was cut short by your own folly.

I'm equally confident that he was unwittingly creating a brand new urban legend. I bet that at the time there were people in Manchester who'd talk in hushed whisper (or at high volume in a crowded bar) about the Grim Gambler, the Dice Devil, the Lord Luck, the Horrid Hatman. (Coincidentally, for no reason whatsoever I need somebody to draw SG in full Mr. Die costume with Alex J. Newall's face). Some would warn against touching his dice, others would swear up and down that he'd bring luck and prosperity. (Imagine the discourse at cryptid message boards!). I wonder if the legend still lives, even if SG doesn't.

*About rolling the dice, even knowing the odds… It sure as hell wasn't free choice, no sir. What was it then, compulsion, or addiction? Was that need to see the dice clutter over one's future coming from without, or within? Both options are equally appealing to me, to be honest.

The statement and the Dice were given to MI in October 1998. This means two things: a) Arguably, events surrounding death of SG could have been one of the 'weird stuff' that Sam saw with no context as a child, and: b) The Institute burned down little over a year later. Do you think somebody was rolling the Dice bit too much?

'Recommend referral to Catalytics for Enrichment Applicability Assessment'. To me it sounds like: "hey, Catalytics, check if we can use this thing for enrichment." And I'm having a bad thought. They were studying kids, Sam among them, for some purpose, almost certainly related to supernatural stuff. Did they give the kids cursed artefacts to play with, to boost development of their otherworldly skills/trait/whatever? Because if so, so help me… 🔪🔪🔪🔥🔥🔥

Lastly, for completion's sake: viability as subject (none), agent (low), catalyst (medium). I've no idea nor theories what these are about, I'm just leaving them here for future reference.

[moo-blogging]

Late night thoughts #61:

Demon Levi has a lot on his plate. He needs to ensure no troublesome demons escape the Underworld, because it would be problematic in the human world. But of course, from time to time, demons would manage to slip past his guards and escape into the human world, causing chaos here and there. Levi would have to either drag these bastards back into the Underworld or kill them.

He kinda hates his job.

Since he spends a lot of time in the human world, he found an old house at the outskirt of the city, and decided to reside in that house. The house seems abandoned as for the next 1 and a half decade, there was no human residents moving in. Levi would spend his free days hiding in this house, brewing tea in the attic and enjoying the quiet and peaceful moments he steals.

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You have gotten a raise after working hard for 2 years and saved up enough for a secondhand car. You could finally move out from the crammed apartment you shared with your "friends" from college. You have been looking for a suitable place in the city but rent is high. But with your car, you could live in the outskirt of the town where rent is cheaper. And luck is on your side when you found this old 2-bedroom house in the outskirt of town renting for almost the price of a room in the city. The house has a view of a pond nearby where wild birds would stop by.

The landlady tells you that there were complains of unknown noises from the previous tenants, but assures you that the house is old and it's probably some raccoons or rats running around. You love the house so much and the rent is so attractive you sign the agreement on the spot. Two weeks later, you officially move in.

You do hear noises here and there but you put it off as the house is old and you did see raccoons around the neighbourhood a few times. But sometimes, there would be a faint smell of tea in the house and you couldn't trace where it comes from. It's probably from that old lady next door, you think.

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Demon Levi has been busy lately. He is aware that someone moved into the house but he sees no reason to move since you never try to barge into his sealed attic. The previous tenants tried to break into the attic a few times so he released some demons to scare them away, hoping to have his peace back. The first time he saw you was the early morning he got back from 2 weeks of hunting down a bull demon. Dragging his exhausted body, he made a cup of tea to mark the end of his tiring fortnight. As he sat on the roof with his steaming cup, watching the sunrise over the pond, which is also one of the gates to the Underworld, you carried a chair out, set it on the grass and enjoyed the sunrise with a mug of warm coffee from the night before.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You said to the wind.

Staring at you with your hair disheveled by the cold air, he silently agreed.

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You had been having dreams about a blurry man staring at you. But every time you tried to get closer, to see him clearer, he disappeared. He would study you with eyes like stars, silver and gleaming. You would try to walk closer to him, you even reached out your hand. But before you could get any closer, he vanished and you woke up.

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It is pouring. The rain drop on the roof like bullets, tapping noises overlapping each other. You are doing dishes in the dimly lit kitchen. Gotta change the light, you think as you scrub the oily pan. Just then, you feel a pair of eyes on you. Lifting your head, you come eye to eye with a cobra hanging from the ajar window sill. Your heart skips a beat. Your muscles tense. You even stop breathing as droplets of sweat form on your forehead. You know you cannot never outrun its attack. You know very well, it will come for your face.

As the snake jumps, you yelp and reflexively close your eyes, dropping to the floor and waiting for the pain of its teeth sinking into your skin. But the stinging never comes. Confused, you slowly open one eye and what you see made your jaw dropped. A man is holding the struggling cobra in his hand. He has hair as dark as the night, two horns curling to the back of his head, and a pair of wings covered in black feathers. His eyes are like stars, silver and gleaming. Just then, the snake tuns into a ball of blue flames and with a horrifying, demonic squeal, the snake vanished.

The man turns and looks at you stunned and weak on the floor. His face shows no emotion as he moves toward the door. Panic sets in as you realise he is leaving. "Was it you in my dream?" you blurt out louder than you intended.

He stops at the door, half transparent as he is in the midst of vanishing. He turns his upper body to face you, lifting one eyebrow in confusion.

And you look into his eyes. There was a tinge of blue among the silver.

"You have eyes like stars."

[rrasado]

• Serpentine Warning •

A long ago written fic finally seeing the light of day. Talk of a lavishly thrown banquet had reached your attention, will you risk the seeping venom to partake in the labyrinth of genuine deceit?

Semi Slow burn, potential enemies to lovers, set in an older time period.

Tag a snake stan perhaps?

The estate where the Asim family resided can be described by an array of metaphors, usually falling among one of three classifications. A genie’s threshold where anything you wish regardless of foolishness, may be granted by miracles possible in wealth. An endless catalyst for the wonders of the very scalding sands merchants traverse in the name of prosperity. And the more unpleasant.. A den of vipers waiting to feast on sinners unworthy of the world’s finest gold. Just how exactly these whispers of two way grandeur came to be, was a tale left to be told by whoever managed to avert their longing.

Despite the countless uncertainties that surround the estate, we are but only human where it’s in our nature to go after what we can’t reach in hindsight. Ambition? Desire? Greed? Time and time again these fickle reasons plague the human heart, try as you might but not even the rush or lack of blood can disprove the temptation whenever one lays their eyes on the doors looming the visage of fools. Had you been none the wiser…would you have turned away? Or did the venom already entice you before you could take one step on the embellished tiles?

How pitiful…then again, so was he.

—

The heat wasn’t all that forgiving, neither was the vendor you tried talking to in hopes of gathering a bit of knowledge regarding that diamond in the rough, a building that can never be missed for a mirage in this literal desert. A subtle sneer left their lips before finally caving in due to your state.

“That gold den-er- estate is where Asim and his family live, with more children than a run of the mill town, there ain’t wondering why it beats the property size of the capital…”

Eyes blinked in thought over what the vendor said, a promising beast tamer such as yourself had seen many things over your travels, a wealthy family isn’t inherently new but this was a different case. One may even call it dire.

“Asim… say, sir. How well do they take to guests.?”

That vendor soon relished in his fit of cackles, hand waving before reaching for the side of his stained turban. It was obvious he didn’t think of the question seriously, much less taking this new face traveler in a genuine manner. How can he? 

“Listen kid- they may not be royalty or sultan in status but trust me when I tell ya that-”

A mere single coin was thrown over his counter, the gold glint of maddol caught the vendor’s eye but he merely shook his head before pushing back the money over to you.

“-regardless of tipping, this is just friendly advice. Call it hm..good deed? Good karma? Whatever the shaftland folks call it- unless you’re a big shot yourself you’ can't exactly waltz over to their door and expect to be received lightly”

The traveling beast tamer could only sigh in response, but his honesty was appreciated at least. Old eyes scanned your reaction, it wasn’t entirely rare for merchants to just come and aim for a hook with the Asims but observing you told him that you had pure intentions. He coughed to get your attention to which you gingerly complied by looking back up at him.

“Buuut those folks are holding a public banquet or something along those lines- rich folk get bored in confusing ways honestly” 

With newfound hope and turning on their heels they gave one final wave to the vendor, before turning their gaze over to him once he was a good distance away. Pulling down the hood of their worn out cloak to flash a genuine grin.

“I’ll take your word for it, thank you again”

He could only grin in giddiness when he found a few of his fruits gone in exchange for twice their price. Maybe Shaftland morals work after all, he thought.

What exactly was your goal here? Simple really… as simple as trying to find a place to stay for the week is. Let’s rewind shall we? The worn out cloak on your back covers the brooch one called Dire Crowley bestowed on you, as his student in the art of beast taming. Yet it’s that very same man who gave one ambitious assignment before you can be truly called a full fledged beast tamer.

‘Reach the other end of the map, your prize and insignia as a beast tamer will wait for you. Aren’t I so gracious for molding you into a fine veteran of your field~? But a good beast tamer must be able to withstand the curses of the world just as their beast can withstand the orders of their master. Use any means necessary, just make sure to get to your destination.’

You can still hear the echoes of his frivolous laughter in your head, or were the effects of the sun’s heat already taking effect? Either was just as bad as the other truth be told. Recalling the old vendor’s words, you hoped that you’d stumble upon a kind host within that banquet, the sun was at its afternoon peak so you should still have a bit of time to prepare. An inn would’ve been an option if you actually manage to find one not crawling with greedy thieves. The last one you tried had almost stolen your brooch! Life was hard, even you  understood that, resorting to a life of crime isn’t gonna keep you on the brighter side of life… that’s what you’d like to believe anyways.

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop when you harshly bumped into someone, two grunts collided rendering you both to retreat. Lost in your own lamentation you failed to notice someone carrying what looked to be bags of fruits and vegetables…a bit too much for one simple family dinner you thought.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking-”

“Don’t, no need…”

Velvet like voice ringed in your range of hearing, only now did you observe the man you’ve had the misfortune of bumping into. Dark hair cascaded down his back in sets of braids embedded with bits of gold. You immediately kneeled down to help collect the scattered fruit muttering a string of apologies to which he didn’t say much on rather, focusing his attention on reorganizing his bought goods. You look up only to be met with deep charcoal gray eyes, laced with neither gratitude nor disdain. Perhaps the sun’s heat was beginning to take its toll on your senses but all you knew was that he had already finished recovering from the nasty fall.

Without being given another chance to apologize he briskly stepped past you and left the scene, earning a scoff on your end for his rude conclusion but then again you did admit that it was partially your fault… And yet you couldn't help but to feel a tad bit irate with how passive he was with your sincerity, the least someone could've done was communicate normally, yes?

The thought only made your head hurt, refusing to succumb to the heat’s effects. You shook your head and allowed your steps to take you to a well shaded area. The formation of the dry plants along the stone benches told you that this was supposed to be some sort of park. Was it well kept? In a way perhaps one could call it that… So with a heavy sigh you rested until it was time.

—

Any blemish within the estate's reputation burns and disappears on certain nights. Just like this moment where your feet are leading you to the tall gold encrusted doors where guests of all status are pouring in like moths drawn to a flame, the open banquet was truly an enchanting fire to behold. With the occasion being held by none other than the merchant Asim, said to be a monarch of the trade world but such descriptions were never left spineless. This open banquet where even the poorest of street rats or the richest of peacocks may make merry in the name of festivity. Was this a flaunt of wealth? Power? Influence? A warning? An invitation? It always depends on who's asking. 

The outside should've given you a sufficient heads up for what lies beyond the doors, the towering structure against the twilight sky felt ethereal from afar sure but when the heel of your shoe made contact with the carpet…

“-to your liking is it?”

Gaze locked with sharp serpentine like eyes, your attention piqued the moment the tall male gave a small smile. It was the same man from earlier...only now did your eye catch the circular bronze tray under his arm, was he a staff here perhaps? It didn’t take you much to notice his mannerisms. They were attentive with an air of caution. A small nod was given in return to his inquiry, laced with the slightest bits of bittersweet respect.

“Yes, its reputation precedes it…”

He gave a slow nod, when he first bumped Into you he didn't think much of the accident, simply writing it off as that- an accident. Your attire did gave him a vague idea but now that you stepped foot on the family's estate? He couldn't tell whether you'd still remain as a forgettable face on today's boisterous event. Jamil subconsciously gripped the tray tighter, deeming your presence as something to try and minimize contact with. He needed to do that while everyone was at their lightest, he heard your conversation with that old vendor earlier- a beast tamer at a time like this? It posed a threat to his otherwise calculated plan of action.

There was something about his gaze that made you feel on edge, yet it wasn’t the type that urged you to stay away. Earlier you could barely observe any display of emotion under the scorching sunlight but now it's effect was the opposite, the feeling left you standing where you stood, eyes lingering to his distanced figure. 

"You should scurry along then…loitering won't do you much good"

And here you thought he'd at least hold the hospitable front a bit longer. Your first impression of him had no immediate mark but now he was finessing his way over to your iffy list. Gingerly following his advice you gave an instinctive scoff, hastily walking to a safer spot where you wouldn’t be blocking the entrance. What was it with him? Dropping by and whisking out of your sights the next, it was as if he was purposely doing it. The mere thought was provoking on your end and had you been none the wiser perhaps you would've tailed that man. 

You did your best to put those thoughts to rest, making small talk with most of the guests in hopes of finding a good host for travelers such as yourself. Standing next to these lavishly dressed personnel felt humbling, truth be told, each parading their utmost worth for the public eye. You weren't too low on the tier of prestige, showing elements of sage Island fashion with the addition of your dearly loved brooch pinned to the left of your chest. A prospect beast tamer like yourself earned you your fair share of charismatic talks, perhaps associating with that oh so gracious bird kept your social ammunition full and loaded. 

Talk led you down the line of guests, eventually coming into contact with the king of merchants himself. Despite being new around these parts there was just a certain air of luxury radiating off of the grinning man you're currently conversing with. If you possessed a keener sense of smell there were faint traces of foreign herbs laced on his person here and there. 

"Why- if it's a place you need then I have rooms upon rooms for guests of your sort! It'd be a shame if a student of Crowley couldn't even be treated accordingly!"

You had to suppress a cough when he patted your back with the slightest bit of force, lost in his own glee of receiving yet another fine guest at his humble abode.

"W-why thank you for your hospitality sir. I'll be sure to inform my mentor of your gracious act"

This was what earned your ticket to a safe haven of rest, you thought, not catching the way he called for someone to come over.

"Oh you're too kind my child- your field is an art to behold! I'm quite a fan myself if I'm being honest, Oh the menagerie you'd love it! Who knows you might be even able to assist in taming this new find we had shipped from the north!-  ah but where are my manners? Look at this old man bombarding the youngster with his nonsense- I'll have you escorted by someone to your quarters."

The shared smiles on your faces dropped when you saw who exactly your escort was. They say once was happenstance, twice was coincidence and third…

"Oh? If that's the case...then I'll see to it that they arrive there safely"

...three times is enemy action.

"Thank you Viper, you're in good hands here my dear guest"

"Is that so…"

The grand chandeliers reflected a golden hue over his expression, displaying sharpness for whatever he was intending to do. You of all people would know what that foretold, reading a beast's mannerisms were part of your skills and only few would admit that it was the same with people.

Jamil in turn observed your expression, it was one he himself had to be cautious of. He's served this estate all his life and that guard you refuse to lower would either hinder or work in his favor. Keeping formalities in mind he gave a partial bow to your figure where even his master can see the servant's deed. Subtly extending an arm forward for you to take.

One week, for one week neither of you are free from the other's thoughts. And had you known it would have cost you your tranquil peace of mind, you wouldn't have jumped into this den of venom. Nor would've you accepted his hand for guidance, calloused yet tender warmth left as soon as it met your own skin.

A/N: This is a starter fic, should demand call for it then a continuation will be given 👀. Jamil is fun to write and He'd be more fun to characterize in a situation where his priorities and morals will be compromised.

[mensnorsevikingjewelry]

Gold Chain Bracelet

In today's society, a gold chain bracelet is no longer seen as stereotypically feminine. A growing number of males in recent years have been seen wearing chains as fashion accessories. You can't deny the impact that a chain around your neck has on your overall style.

Gold belly chain jewelry have been prized since the Middle Ages when they were given as rewards for service to the royal court. As of now, it reeks of authority and confidence.

A wide selection of chain types can be found in stores today. Rope, Snake, Figaro, and Wheat are some examples. Cuban links, Venetian chains, Mariner chains, Box chains, and Curb chains are just some of the various options.

The impression left by a person dressed in a gold style lasts. As long as you're sporting a fantastic gold chain anywhere on your person, the effect will be fantastic regardless of the style you decide for.

Much like clothing, chains of any hue are a style statement. They reveal information about the wearer's character traits without drawing attention to themselves. The higher the price tag, the more sophisticated the look and the more elaborate the design.

This is something that only the rich and famous may enjoy. This bodes well for their reputation in the eyes of the public.

The purity of gold in jewelly is measured in karats, and this number fluctuates from piece to piece. Bracelets made in 14-karat or 18-karat gold are the most prevalent, though the exact percentage of gold in each varies by region of origin.

A higher carat rating indicates higher quality and thus a higher price. Because of its increased gold content, 18K gold is typically used for high-end jewelry. Because of this, they are also the most precious and marketable.

Neither variety of gold, however, is prone to wear and tear, so either can be used frequently.

Gold from the Middle East typically ranges in purity from 18K to 24K, and sometimes even to 100% gold. The abundance of 23 and 24-carat gold in Thailand, China, and India is well-known. Intricate patterns are included as well, which is guaranteed to pique consumers' interest.

While there appears to be an infinite variety of gold-plated or merely gold-layered materials, not pure gold, it is crucial to perform some preliminary research before purchasing a gold chain bracelet. It might be difficult to tell the difference between the two, so only purchase from reputable sources. Even though the gold plating makes items look shiny at first glance, they will eventually wear off.

Gold Chains - True Representatives of Gold Jewelry Elegance

Unlike bulky gold necklaces, gold chains are practical enough to be worn every day. This helps explain why these pieces of jewelry are so common. These necklaces are a great way for women to show off their discerning taste. Gold chains are among the most authentic pieces of jewelry, and they come in a virtually infinite range of styles and sizes to suit wearers of all preferences.

You, as the owner of a jewelry store, must be aware that gold-produced chains can be bought in a humongous variety of patterns from various countries. Indian gold chain designs, for instance, are among the best in the world. Online company directories facilitate gaining access to these jewelry offerings. The following advice will assist you in providing your consumers with memorable jewelry shopping experiences.

The Most Well-Liked Patterns

Among the most sought-after styles, curb gold chains are often requested by numerous consumers. Symbolic of today's current trends in gold jewelry, these chains are renowned for their elaborate patterns. From jewelry factories in various parts of the world, you can order these chains in an infinite variety of designs. Gold rope chains, meanwhile, are another common style. There's a reason why women all over the world swoon over these incredible patterns.

Women who are going for a more refined style tend to favor box chains. The ability of these chains to support heavy gold pendants is what makes them so popular. Many ladies enjoy accessorizing their necklaces with dainty pendants; box chains offer fantastic possibilities for this style. Gold herringbone chains are another popular style because of how well they complement a variety of outfits.

These necklaces can be made in a variety of styles. Designs like those featuring intricate snake patterns are particularly captivating. Wheat-patterned and Cuban-inspired designs are two more common patterns for these chains. Include as many styles as you can in your inventory of these chains.

Real, High-Grade Gold

Buyers of gold jewelry who have experience in the market worry about not receiving goods of sufficient quality. This means you need to make sure they have access to high-quality chains. While high-end buyers may not care about the carat value of the chains they purchase, low-income consumers may care greatly. Rose gold, green gold, blue gold, and even black gold chains are all part of a growing fashion trend. You need to know how much gold and how much of what else is used in these chains. Customers may also be curious as to whether the chains were made by applying a thin layer of gold to their exteriors or by combining other substances.

Add men's gold chain styles to your store's selection. More people may visit your shop if you sell chains with gems set into them. Be aware of the most up-to-date market trends and styles. Moreover, research which jewelry producers have a good reputation so you know where to get quality pieces.

[puppeteerisms]

First Dates

Hi. This all started because I had nothing better to do and I wanted to mess with Gege. Alexis brainrot going hard right now, fellas.

alexis - one whose interests shift like the flickering lights. somehow, someway, you're the only one who hasn't dulled the spark. i think it's funny to poke fun @ gege btw. it's what i could do for him since he entertains me so much with his dry ass humor and sarcastic quips.

you knew exactly the reason you agreed to this, didn't you? you liked alexis, and alexis seemed to return whatever feelings you have for her. she actually had to ask gumi and felicia for any sort of good idea, for alexis never really did romance. her job was to tame men and beat them into submission, not plan out dates for good and innocent men (as oskar would repeat every now and then. who believes him is beyond me. me, i believe him. that doesn't stop me from being atrocious though.) so this was a tough one for her. her brother wouldn't help either, we all know how he is. he didn't care enough what goes on in his family's life. he's well sustained on his own.

anyway, tangent. candlelit dinner was the most basic idea proposed but she supposed it was better than going shopping for snakes on the first date, it was something far too self indulgent and he wasn't kaiser for her to dominate and dismiss anything you'd want to do.

besides. free food. you're happy about that since you're broke, and she has all the money in the world right now to buy you anything you'd like, no matter the price. she had plenty of jobs after all, and most hoobies she had generated a wealthy income, so she wasn't fazed by what price you set on the table. you scored yourself a sugar mommy, congratulations. except that for this sugar mommy, you don't need to actually engage in anything you don't wanna do. kinda beats the purpose of the title but would you rather call her your girlfriend? wife? what is it. she won't mind don't worry, she'd still fill you with food and money.

you felt special that night. she seemed to never be much for conversations and interest in people unless it is a part of her job description, but here she is, engaging every single topic you'd have to offer. she seems to not know too much about (some of) them, but is willing to ask the right questions to keep you happy. she tries not to let the conversation shift to her, though. she's terrible with that and thinks she shouldn't be the highlight even if it's supposed to be a mutual spotlight sharing moment for both of you, considering you're on a date and that's how healthy relationships work. convince her otherwise and you might just get a special treat, though. sorry, it's the tamer in her. but you don't mind, do you. you're a good boy.

she flashes pearly whites as you told her some joke that had her shoulders quaking slightly, an elegant hand in front of her mouth as her blues met yours. they haven't left you once, and since she was usually fishing for things to keep her mind occupied via her phone, this was another sure sign that she really liked you. god, you can't help but to think she's so pretty with the afterglow of the candle illuminating her features. you were a nervous wreck inside, but so far you succeed in keeping it cool. you got to talking about snakes at some point, and she detailed her interest in them and how easy it was to keep them. initially, the expenses were sky-high especially with the types of serpents she liked to keep, but afterwards, the costs tone down considerably. not that costs matter to her. again, she's rich. but she's absent a lot, she made this known. so keeping around pets who didn't need to be fed every day was a good choice on her part. did she mention she have a brother? no, not the one who basically up and left her during her childhood. one who was around and interested in soccer. why? he was sought after by the coach is all, and that became something integral in his life now. not that he'd want her to take notice. ok yeah, he does want her to notice. oh wait, we talking about the date. right, right, sorry.

"thanks for that."

she drove you home, and now you two are at the front of your door. she was such a classy lady, personally ensuring her date got home safe. "it's the least i can do." she assured you. she's so warm. you've seen her interact with others before. she didn't radiate this sort of warmth towards them as she did with you. you really felt special. for others, it was like she's only there to use them and cast them aside once she's done with whatever agenda she had. with you, it was different. it was obvious. and you're sure that your choice in her will never end up being a mistake, even if her job eventually catches up to you. but don't worry pal, she's awesome at what she does. and she loves you just enough to ensure your safety is guaranteed.

leo - basically genoge said something about going on a picnic date with him (or was that zaki) just because of what he did to kaiser. OK. a picnic date is what you get, gege. do you like wine. o wait u are underage for wine drinking. wait is it legal if no one knows. nah jk everything is legal in secret.

i should stop sitting on the top of the stairs writing this. it makes me so sore. anyways picnic date.

leo isn't really romantic. i mean, his idea of being romantic is wayyyyyy off probbaly. he's a side character so i can't really tell so im really just swinging off the rim here. he enjoys sharing music with you and indulge you with your manga enthusiasm, even though he probably has zero interest except for snakes.

does this mean he's a bad date though?

well, you see. moomoo or as gege once called her a few times, "pup" (like im a dog or something but it's ok bark bark bark bark) knows that he isn't. he's a good date, because he cares a lot and can show it extremely well. he would drop anything and everything for you, you see. you can never figure out what he's thinking or feeling, there's always this smile on his face that exists to reassure you that everything is fine and he has it all under control. whether or not its true, idk. he probably has some dark history that ill come up with later.

on that picnic, he makes sure it's where you feel like you can have the most fun. do you prefer sands or grass? concrete maybe? he asks a lot of questions to make sure he knows what you would like on the picnic date. if it's the beach then he's gonna make sure that it's where no one can disturb you. or if you find that it's an implication of a future murder, he will find where there would be people around but not where it would be crowded bc fuck that, even he hates the crowds. he's too used to watching people from afar and being in solitude that crowds are just not it for him. small crowd, fine he guess. this applies to any date locations he may take you. but if you prefer lots of people, which you prolly don't, he'll be fine with it. really, he wouldn't need to stress too much when all his focus is on you. wow that is so romantic, leo. im probbaly wrong about his romantic expression being way off but then again im probbaly right too. im built liddat. okay but moving on.

leo is a great cook, and even greater at takeouts. but to show how much he cares, he always puts in effort and makes you things you like to enjoy a romantic evening with. watching the sunset at the cliff. or the beach. or the soccer field. sunsets are pretty, ok? my brain is hung up on sunsets right now. leo would entertain anything you'd have to say, he's probably not much a talker, but you'd know that he cares and likes listening to you. are all my ocs gonna be that type. just listeners through and through. am i projecting. what is going on. okay tangent again sorry.

"it's been nice, today."

you could only hum in agreement to his statement, pretty eyes fixated on the big, bright orb descending in the distance. the sunset hue fits you perfectly, he noted. it was as if you were the finest artwork, and that no artmen can ever recreate you. the breeze that swept gently over the both of you induced a chill, but that's what the blankets leo brought was for. he shifted his weight and settled the warm cloth over you, and you invited him to join you because why would you ever be mean enough to let him shoulder the breeze on his own? wow. this is so gay, gege. he wrapped his arms around you and the two of you shared each others warmth, and for once in leo's life. everything felt just right.

ok am tired rn but im excited to share this w gege lol. chyeah's and calli's coming soon. and lilacs even tho idrk her that well. our interactions have been in passing. 🙏

[triflesandparsnips]

Speaking of the orange-flower water pomatum for lips and its associated potential uses...

5/9/22 ETA: And this is all in reference to:

I researched contemporaneous recipes from Stede Bonnet’s likely home library!

I've posted this fic to the AO3!

I have subsequently had a Bad Idea about selling this pomatum!

Plot bunny, free to a good home (more here):

In an out of the way corner of the Republic of Pirates is an establishment that has no sign and has never advertised. It is, nonetheless, reliably known as Blackbeard's Bar and Grill and Other Delicacies and Delights and Fishing Equipment-- or "The Gift Shop" for short.

It's managed by a pair of old codgers who like to daydream, drink over-sugared tea, and tell outrageous lies about their youth. They've named the place for a legend who went missing after his head was cut off in '18, though they'd be the first to say that maybe "stopped showing up in bars after a very public decapitation, gosh, I wonder why" was not perhaps the most complicated of mysteries. They won't say why they've named it for him, though-- they don't even seem to be related to the man. So far as anyone can tell, their names are Jeff.

The food is decent, the prices reasonable, and anyone maimed on premises gets a free splash of the highest proof booze they have in stock over whatever's still bleeding. But nice as all that is, it's not for any of those reasons that The Gift Shop is the most sought-after eatery in the nautical world-- nor why the Jeffs can largely afford to ignore things like consistent menus or reliable hours.

No, the real reason everyone knows to come to this particular little corner of the pirate netherworld is because of, well... The Gift Shop's gift shop.

The gift shop of The Gift Shop is filled mostly with fishing equipment, as the place's proper name would suggest. But right by the till, set up in friendly little pyramids as if begging to be added on top of other supplies as last-minute impulse purchase, are dozens of palm-sized tins with printed paper pasted to their lids, each of them reading "A Delightfull Pomatum FOR Diuerse Ufes, by a Gentle-man's SPECIAL INSTRUCTION."

As the majority of people who came into the shop were functionally illiterate, it was the accompanying illustration -- of a hand holding a full-sailed ship in its palm -- that really helped give the pomatum it's more commonly held and extremely apt title:

"The Seaman's Friend"

Because as it turned out, and regardless of what that one Jeff tended to huff about, while this little tin of scented salve worked well enough on chapped lips, its real "delightful diverse use" was as the best bit of slick in the seven seas.

Better smelling than goose grease and a hell of a lot more effective than spit, the Seaman's Friend would take care of a man in private or in company, in sickness or in health, whether hauling or heaving or switching as the wind dictated (as Jeff liked to say while nudging Jeff and anyone else standing within reach of his elbows). It lasted for months, smelled like a wet dream's idea of heaven, and was always priced a penny cheaper than the market cost of the snake kebab.

Apothecaries had tried to buy its recipe from the Jeffs; thieves had tried to steal whole boxes of them to resell at an exorbitant cost. Those apothecaries had gone home either empty-handed or with a recipe that was sure to cause unsightly boils; the thieves merely disappeared, to the wide-eyed surprise of the old men who were questioned after the fact. (Thieves? Weird. SO weird. Can we interest you in a kebab?)

And through it all, year after year, the Jeffs sat behind their till, or wandered amongst their dining customers, or just climbed to the roof and sat watching the ocean while The Gift Shop continued buzzing along without them. A delightful and diverse use of their time together, in fact, by some special instruction all their own.

[rockislandadultreads]

Read-Alike Friday: Hang the Moon by Jeannette Walls

Gods of Howl Mountain by Taylor Brown

Bootlegger Rory Docherty has returned home to the fabled mountain of his childhood - a misty wilderness that holds its secrets close and keeps the outside world at gunpoint. Slowed by a wooden leg and haunted by memories of the Korean War, Rory runs bootleg whiskey for a powerful mountain clan in a retro-fitted '40 Ford coupe. Between deliveries to roadhouses, brothels, and private clients, he lives with his formidable grandmother, evades federal agents, and stokes the wrath of a rival runner.

In the mill town at the foot of the mountains - a hotbed of violence, moonshine, and the burgeoning sport of stock-car racing - Rory is bewitched by the mysterious daughter of a snake-handling preacher. His grandmother, Maybelline “Granny May” Docherty, opposes this match for her own reasons, believing that "some things are best left buried." A folk healer whose powers are rumored to rival those of a wood witch, she concocts potions and cures for the people of the mountains while harboring an explosive secret about Rory’s mother - the truth behind her long confinement in a mental hospital, during which time she has not spoken one word. When Rory's life is threatened, Granny must decide whether to reveal what she knows...or protect her only grandson from the past.

The Bourbon Kings by J.R. Ward

For generations, the Bradford family has worn the mantle of kings of the bourbon capital of the world. Their sustained wealth has afforded them prestige and privilege—as well as a hard-won division of class on their sprawling estate, Easterly. Upstairs, a dynasty that by all appearances plays by the rules of good fortune and good taste. Downstairs, the staff who work tirelessly to maintain the impeccable Bradford facade. And never the twain shall meet.

For Lizzie King, Easterly’s head gardener, crossing that divide nearly ruined her life. Falling in love with Tulane, the prodigal son of the bourbon dynasty, was nothing that she intended or wanted—and their bitter breakup only served to prove her instincts were right. Now, after two years of staying away, Tulane is finally coming home again, and he is bringing the past with him. No one will be left unmarked: not Tulane’s beautiful and ruthless wife; not his older brother, whose bitterness and bad blood know no bounds; and especially not the ironfisted Bradford patriarch, a man with few morals, fewer scruples, and many, many terrible secrets.

As family tensions—professional and intimately private—ignite, Easterly and all its inhabitants are thrown into the grips of an irrevocable transformation, and only the cunning will survive.

This is the first volume of “The Bourbon Kings” series.

The Hotel Neversink by Adam O’Fallon Price

Thirty-one years after workers first broke ground, the magnificent Hotel Neversink in the Catskills finally opens to the public. Then a young boy disappears.

This mysterious vanishing—and the ones that follow—will brand the lives of three generations. At the root of it all is Asher Sikorsky, the ambitious and ruthless patriarch whose purchase of the hotel in 1931 set a haunting legacy into motion. His daughter Jeanie sees the Hotel Neversink into its most lucrative era, but also its darkest. Decades later, Asher's grandchildren grapple with the family’s heritage in their own ways: Len fights to keep the failing, dilapidated hotel alive, and Alice sets out to finally uncover the murderer’s identity.

Told by a chorus of Sikorsky family members—a matriarch, a hotel maid, a traveling comedian, the hotel detective, and many others—The Hotel Neversink is the portrait of a Jewish family in the Catskills over the course of a century.

The Roanoke Girls by Amy Engel

Lane Roanoke is fifteen when she comes to live with her grandparents and fireball cousin at the Roanoke family's rural estate following the suicide of her mother. Over one long, hot summer, Lane experiences the benefits of being one of the rich and beautiful Roanoke girls.

But what she doesn't know is being a Roanoke girl carries a terrible legacy: either the girls run, or they die. For there is darkness at the heart of Roanoke, and when Lane discovers its insidious pull, she must make her choice...

[dragonsoftheeast]

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Bjorn tells Siggy two stories about her family. 

Written for @vikingsevents Summer Solstice challenge Day 3: Bonfire

In Kattegat, winter is the enemy. 

The cold bites. It gnaws to the bone and doesn’t let go, doesn’t let up, doesn’t let you be. If it doesn’t have you in its grip now, it will go on the hunt. The wind will search and reach, and its claws will get you eventually, bringing you to its inexorable jaws. It is tireless.

It’s the dark, too. It doesn’t wound the body, but it tears at the soul. Only a few hours of light a day, barely enough to rejuvenate you. It drains you, bit by bit. Your strength, your spirit, your will, all of it, lost to the dark.

All of this, all of this winter, it wounds you daily, until the sweet relief of spring. Some don’t make it ‘til then.

There is only one way to beat this enemy back.

Stories.

Stories told by the raging fire, warmth to fight against the cold, light to fight against the dark. Stories to feed the soul. 

Stories of the gods, of the Aesir and the Vanir and the giants, of the making and breaking of the world. Stories of great heroes, touched by Odin’s favor, who win great battles and venture to the ends of the earth. Stories of family, of home and hearth and whole-hearted love.

Sometimes, especially for Siggy Bjornsdottir, those last two overlap.

There she sits, in the coldest month of the year, but winter does not touch her. She is ensconced in fur, the barest bits of her face poking out to face the fire, and her father is telling her a story. 

“And Ragnar, who is your grandfather, went to confess his love to Lagertha, your grandmother.” Her father says. “He had proved himself, you see, in the eyes of the king, by slaying the king Froh, who fought with snakes wrapped around his neck. So he believed himself now to be worthy of her.”

“But she lived deep in the forest, and he needed to travel far to reach her. And while he was walking through the forest, an enormous hound set upon him. But not just a hound. A bear, too!”

She gasps. The flames cast strange shadows on his face, as he bares his teeth in imitation of his namesake. But that is her father, the mighty Bjorn Ironside. Nothing could make her frightened of him.

“They guarded her home, you see.” He stokes the bonfire, and embers burst into the air. “But Ragnar was undaunted. He carried his long spear, still hot with the blood of Froh, and fought the bear. The bear pounced on him, but he met it, fang to fang. Even as the bear was slain, its strength snapped the spear in half.”

“But what about the hound?” She asks, fur-clad hands clutching at her cheeks. Surely he cannot have forgotten about the hound!

“Well, Ragnar had no spear to fight him. No fangs, no claws, but he still had his hands. So he wrapped them around the hound’s throat, quick as a blink, before it could open its jaws.” 

He wraps his own hands about his throat, making his voice more and more strained.

“And he squeezed and squeezed, until its life’s breath had left him. And so he cut out both the beasts’ hearts, and he presented them to Lagertha, as a sign of his love. She accepted them, so they wed that spring.”

“Did you give a heart to Mother?” She asks. If a beast’s heart is an acceptable bride-price for their line, she reasons, surely her father, the son of Ragnar, would present his wife with proof of his even greater valor.

He looks up to her mother, drinking mead on the other side of the fire, and smiles.

“Yes, I did,” he says. “You see, when your mother was a young girl, her father, the earl, gave a little box with a snake in it. The snake guarded a little gold coin. And it was only in there for a short while, until it had grown to great size. It outgrew the box, so it slept in a ring around the box.”

“And it continued to grow and grow, and the gold beneath grew with it. And so it grew to form a ring around her home, and the little gold coin grew to become a hoard great treasure. But the serpent required much food to eat, and would allow none but your mother to approach. Your grandfather thought it to be poor judgment to allow it to eat an ox every day. Why, his whole herd would be gone by the summertime!”

“So you killed it?”

“Yes. Your grandfather promised his daughter’s hand, and all of the serpent’s treasure, if only one could kill this great serpent. Everyone heard of this serpent, but no one dared to fight it. But I have a blessing on me. No sword, axe, or arrow can pierce my skin, that’s why they call me Ironside, hm?”

She nods vigorously, in awe of her invincible father. Siggy looks at him with the absolute trust of a child. 

“So I thought, why should a snake be any different? Your mother called for an ox to be delivered, and presented it to the snake, so that it might be distracted. But when it saw me, it knew that it was tricked, and lashed out, hitting her face, and leaving her scarred.”

Siggy knows, in the way that a child might memorize facts about their world, that her mother’s face is scarred. But to her, her mother’s face is her mother’s face. The origins of the wound are a question she did not think needed to be answered, but now that she has learned the truth, she is satisfied.

“I had brought a long spear, so I pierced it through its eye, and killed it. And I cut out its heart, and gave it to your mother. And so, we married soon after.”

Siggy sighs, buoyed by these explanations of her origins. She is descended from heroes, you see. Her grandfather, her grandmother, her mother, her father. The blood of legendary warriors flows through her veins.

And one day, she knows, she will join their ranks. 

---

When the fire has started to die, and Siggy has fallen asleep, Thorunn speaks up quietly.

“You should not tell her stories like that.”

Bjorn shoots a quick look towards Siggy- he so hates to argue in front of her.

“What’s wrong with it?” He asks, carefully keeping his voice level. “My father told me that story when I was young.”

Yes, she thinks, along with the story of how he was descended from Odin himself. Stories that you and your step-mother are more than happy to pass along. 

Though Aslaug might not tell her son’s Bjorn’s first story. 

“She will believe it,” she points out. “And she will tell others. She will tell your brothers.”

“So? They hear all sorts of stories.”

She wishes he could understand her fears. Because when he tells stories like this, she is the one who stands to lose, not him. Part of leaving childhood is realizing that your parents are fallible, but no parent looks forward to disappointing their child.

“What’s the point of telling her about how I was a princess, with all these riches?” She says instead. “Even Ubbe and Hvitserk remember that I once served them as children. Everyone will just tell her that she is born of a slave.”

“She was not born of a slave,” He says, sharply. “You were a free woman when she was born.”

He has not accepted this fact of their daughter, that the memory of her mother will forever taint how people look at her. Not as she had, that day in the mountains. He would like for their daughter to have a heroic lineage on all sides. No mundanity can be allowed for her origins.

He seems to believe that if he glares hard enough, if he tells enough people this story, people will forget her origins. That she was freed as a gift to him, to gain his favor for his stepmother.

He believes that he can erase the marks that slavery left on her. For all she has owned them, she has passed them onto her daughter. 

“I will always be a slave, in their eyes,” she says. “It is better for her to know, so she can shield herself from cruelty.”

He scowls. He’s being childish, the way she had seen him when he’d asked her where she slept. He’s being naive, the way she had thought of him when he’d offered her his bed and not thought about how she might return the favor.

“It is only a story,” he says, poking the sizzling embers. “She will know the truth, when it matters.”

[rioskrarup28]

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Nagbali Puja (Pitra dosh) is a Vedic ritual that takes three days to complete. There are two types of this Puja: Narayan Bali Puja and the other is Nagbali puja. Both the Puja are performed for two different reasons. Narayan Bali is performed to get free from unsatisfied souls, while Nagbali Puja is performed to eliminate the sin of killing cobra or snake. Both the Puja Narayan Bali and Nagbali Puja performed at Ahilya Godavari Sangam and Sati Maha-Smashan near Trimbakeshwar Temple in Nashik, Maharashtra.

Naga Bali is done to get rid of the sin committed by killing a snake, especially a cobra which is worshiped in India. In this ritual, they also perform the last rites of the body of a snake made of wheat flour. NagBali Puja is performed only in Trimbakeshwar, Nashik.

Viveda Wellness near Trimbakeshwar, Nashik Offering a range of accommodation options for those seeking a peaceful retreat.The accommodation options include a variety of best cottages, each designed to cater to different preferences and budgets. Guests can expect a cozy and inviting atmosphere, ensuring a restful stay.

Handcrafted Cottages :

There are exclusive 16 handcrafted cottages with floor-to-ceiling windows and doors that extend to a garden area that is ideal for a satvik meal.The cottages at Viveda Wellness are not just spaces to rest; they are crafted with care and attention to detail. The handcrafted touch adds a unique charm to the accommodations, creating an ambiance that resonates with the natural beauty of the surroundings. Khunn material is used in various elements of the property to give you a glimpse of the local tradition.

Garden Cottages:

For nature enthusiasts, Viveda Wellness offers cottages surrounded by greenery. The garden cottages provide a peaceful retreat, allowing guests to connect with nature and unwind amidst the scenic beauty. The well-maintained gardens contribute to a refreshing atmosphere, making it an ideal escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

Jacuzzi Cottages:

As a special treat, some cottages at Viveda Wellness come equipped with Jacuzzis. This luxurious amenity adds a touch of satisfaction to your stay, providing a soothing and private space to relax. The Jacuzzi cottages offer a perfect blend of comfort and extravagance at an affordable price.

Viveda Wellness welcomes you to enjoy an affordable stay without compromising on quality. Immerse yourself in the ancient holy city of Trimbakeshwar, Nashik and let Viveda Wellness at Beze Village, Trimbak Road,  Nashik be your affordable escape into a world of relaxation and rejuvenation.