but when are they hiring?

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Journal of a Buoyant Armiger in Valenwood

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20th of Midyear

I’m in shock. I can’t believe Fayrl would betray me like this. I don’t know what I ever did to warrant Fayrl’s blatant lies, even as far back as our first meeting in Coldharbour. Almost everything he has told me has been a lie.

I had just come back inside from another day of exploring the area around Elden Root. I’d lost my shirt due to a run in with some small, mischievous, but otherwise friendly mammals I don’t know the name of (I drew a picture of them at least, maybe someone can help me identify them) when I overheard Lillandril, the Altmer guide Fayrl has hired, chewing out a small Imperial woman for nearly giving away the presence of a secret menu of vegetables to a Bosmer client. Amazingly, the mer managed to keep on his stage persona the entire time, and didn’t even break when I started talking to him. I suppose he needs to remain in practice. I’m sure coming up with such a wide variety of insults is a difficult task. I would be impressed if I weren’t so upset by this new development with Fayrl.

I wasn’t able to get much information from the Altmer about how I could gain access to the secret menu, but the mer let slip some very interesting information in the meantime. Fayrl has a wife, Urtisa, with whom he is apparently estranged, and has a natural born son with her. I was surprised because he hadn’t mentioned her, so I prodded for more information, and what should come out but that Fayrl is actually a high ranking Indoril noble of the Indoril family proper! The mission on which he has been sent is actually some sort of diplomatic mission. His marriage to Qau-dar also seems to be in contention of some kind, which I can understand if he was unable to have his previous marriage annulled or dissolved. As he has a son with her, I can understand that much.

Finally, to top it all off, the guide hasn’t even been hired to take the party back to Morrowind, but to Skyrim instead! I don’t particularly want to go to Skyrim! Fayrl did promise that he was headed to Morrowind, but I’m beginning to have my doubts!

Of course, Fayrl had warned me about the Altmer’s notorious untrustworthiness. I suspected that he might be crafting an elaborate lie for me for some purpose beyond my comprehension, so instead of prematurely confronting Fayrl about something that might turn out to be a hoax, I went to find Fayrl’s manservant, Ulyn, instead.

It was difficult to get him to talk to me at first. That mer is as stuck up and rigid as any House mer I’ve ever seen, but I strongly implied that I already knew everything about the mission and Fayrl’s family and everything else that Lillandril had hinted at, and pretended to be trying to make friends with Ulyn for the duration of our travels together, and Ulyn eventually opened up.

As I feared, he confirmed everything that Lillandril had said. Fayrl does indeed have a wife and son, and is in fact from the Indoril family line, and of a significantly higher status than I had suspected, and the mission is in fact diplomatic. The only good piece of news I could garner is that Ulyn is under the impression that they are heading back to Morrowind, not Skyrim.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this information. I’ll confront Fayrl about it I suppose. I wish I knew more about what this mission they’re on is actually about. I think I will attempt to gather more information from Qau-dar about it first before I approach Fayrl.

What I don’t understand is why he decided to craft such an elaborate lie for me from day one. He said he was a travelling bard from a small village in Deshaan, and that he often sent money back home to his parents. Obviously none of that is true. If his parents are of the Indoril bloodline, they have no need for more money. I discovered that Fayrl is a prostitute, but I’m even beginning to doubt that. Why would a noble of the Indoril family line be a prostitute? Especially while on a diplomatic mission? Nothing about it makes any sense.

I really hope that Qau-dar has answers for me.


Lillandril’s Corresponding Entry (written just before his exchange with Tel)
Fayrl’s Corresponding Entry

i’ve seen posts talking about how this man with coran

isn’t alfor, but a husband. now, stay with me


we know coran and lance are really good friends, right? and coran already tried to cheer him up when he was homesick. now, what if this — the knowledge of coran’s husband - is what starts lance’s bisexuality arc?


they’re all chilling and one of them asks coran if he had a wife, back in altea 10,000 years ago, and coran is more than happy to answer ‘a wife? no! but i had a lovely husband’ and tells some crazy coran-like stories from their adventures, and while everyone is enjoying, the camera focus on lance’s longing expression, and then he looks down, saddened


later, lance goes to coran to ask him for more stories and asks if back in altea it was unusual, two men together; coran notices his puzzled expression but says nothing, so he happily obliges and tell him some stories (maybe flashbacks?!) and he doesn’t know what lance meant by unusual, since in every planet he’s been, it wasn’t unusual, even mentions some alien races. lance hears everything with a smile on his lips, and when he’s about to leave, coran calls him out and says ‘i don’t know how it is in your planet, but know that we will love you regardless anything, right?’ and lance nods happily and leaves.

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A Birthday Gift To Our Dear Mingyu: Modeling Portfolio Website Concept

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Mingyu, our crazy aries sun, you shine so brightly that even the stars shy away in your presence. Your heart is so big it’s a gift to watch you love and be loved. It’s never a boring moment with you around and I thank you for your laughs, your talents, and your unexpected gags. Thank you for making me happier and I hope you have an amazing year to come 💕 Happy Birthday! 

allura: keith, i hated you because the galra destroyed my planet. while i am regretful that i treated you that way, as you are my friend, i was not wrong to mistrust you for being galra.

keith: i understand. i shouldn’t have been so insistent on some galra being good, because, now that i look back, it was insensitive. however, i know that i was not wrong for saying that i’m not evil. 

keith and allura: [accept each other and resolve the conflict in a respectful way]

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i’m gonna hire jimin as my main model for my future brand, expect it around 2018

HIRED
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I tried a different shading style from page 1.
I must say I like it!!!
Also, I couldn’t help uploading this now instead of tomorrow x’P

Original fanfic belongs to @paperhats-and-evil-schemes

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oh god

true care (m) |01

cr. 

→ pairing: bodyguard!Jungkook x female reader

→ genre: fake dating au, fluff/romance, angst, (future smut)

→ word count: 5,8 k

•  summary: your (endearingly) shy bodyguardhired by your fatherwould do anything for you. even though you roll your eyes at his persistence and pretend there’s no need for him to follow you to every and any place you go, there might be many more hazards in your life than you let on. and you might end up needing him in more ways than you—or your fatherwould ever think.

! warnings: mentions of toxic past relationship throughout the series

↠ chapter 1: grumpy beginnings

‘He’s kind of hot, you know,’ Mina pointed out nonchalantly as her agile fingers danced skilfully amongst the hanging blouses. Two brief seconds of evaluating a clothing item was usually more than enough for her to realize whether she absolutely adored it or completely hated it. She was rigorous and decisive when it came to fashion. You wondered how many observant seconds it took her to conclude her opinion about your bodyguard.

Speaking of which… Dread tingled in your neck, forcing you to throw a cautious glance back over your shoulder. Jeon Jeongguk stood at least a few meters away from you, eyes dutifully inspecting the surroundings, seemingly oblivious to your friend’s revelations. Whew.

You hurriedly shoved Mina forward, obscuring the both of you between shelves of jeans on the left and racks of flowy skirts on the right; this quite accurately represented  the day and night difference between your styles.

‘Hey!’ Mina scowled indignantly, ‘You can’t deny he’s cute!’

‘You said he’s hot.’

Your friend gave a flippant shrug, her gaze shifting to the abundance of skirts, ‘He‘s both.’

You sighed at your friend’s antics, letting your own eyes wander to the folded jeans on the wooden shelves. He is good-looking, no person with sight could deny that, but so what? He’s probably an utterly boring guy; his only expertise is following people around. And that’s about it. The only book he’s ever read is 5 things you should know about working for important people, or 5 ways to ignore personal space.

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