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#SonDoongCave is in the heart of the #PhongNhaKeBang National Park in the #QuangBinh province of Central #Vietnam. Only recently explored in 2009-2010 by the British Cave Research Association, the cave has only been open to the public since 2013.Imagine trekking straight into the depths of the world’s largest cave on an expedition unlike any other. A cave so massive that a 747 could fly through its largest cavern. A space so mesmerising that it forces you to question whether you are still on this planet at all. Foreign landscapes found nowhere else, enormous stalagmites rising from the ground and statuesque stalactites hanging from the ceiling like an alien species. Jungles emerge from inside the cave itself, a scene so surreal that you have to see it to believe it. Misty clouds envelop the whole scene, a result of the cave’s own localised weather system. Passages adorned with ancient fossils offer evidence of the millions of years that have passed on this Earth. Music is “Go And See The World” by @DonnyArcade ft Panamanian TV Superstar @superdalu. Coming Soon @PantheonEliteRecords
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Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.
Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

“I don’t even know who he is, Niall! I just want to know his name or some - ” 

“So why do you keep fucking blushing while talking about him!” 

“You know what, fuck off! I’m gonna find him myself!”

or, The morning after his party Harry wakes up naked on his bed, and there is a Polaroid photo of a stranger right beside him. Harry wants to know who is this tiny little boy that has soft fringe and a smile from heaven. He has endless hope.

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.
“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.”
“You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.”
“We want to prove that opposites attract.”
Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches.
Louis just came for the money.

It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

Leaflet for Over Again Inc. 
“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

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You’ve been doing well, and you’re enduring. You will be going forward. Plus you have me.

Animal Instinct

Square Filled- Knotting

Ship- Dean x Benny

Rating- Explicit

Tags- smut, alpha!Benny, omega!Dean, knotting

Word Count- 1700ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo​ and for @kittenofdoomage​ ‘s A/B/O Celebration! I hope y’all enjoy!

In all his years, on Earth and in Hell, Dean has never been knotted.

It’s strange to say the least, downright unhealthy and almost impossible for an Omega to resist being knotted every now and then, even if they don’t go so far as to permanently mate. It’s just the natural way of things, what Omegas are built for, and refusing it takes a toll on a person.

But Dean’s never been knotted. And honestly, it’s never really bothered him. When he was young and going through his first few years of heats, he didn’t feel the need. There was no way he had a true mate, anyway. And he was definitely not interested in pups. So what was the point? When he was in heat, he sought Alphas, ones who weren’t currently in a rut, to fuck him through it. They’d make him come over and over until his fever broke, then pull out, come on his stomach or face, and go home.

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I Love You - AntiSepticEye Imagine

wc: 1,645

prompt: "i love you with all my piece of shit, fucked up heart.“

requests: closed OPEN!

don’t forget to follow, reblog and like ♡


She had grown used to this feeling of absolute worthlessness and loneliness. It wasn’t new to feel unloved, for the thing she loved put her through hell and back on a daily basis. She knew loving him was a death sentence, but she craved the attention he gave her, and even if it wasn’t real love at least it felt like it sometimes.

The other times it was just a waiting game, see how long it took for him to show back up in her life and ruin all the progress that she had made trying to show herself that she didn’t need him. However, she did, and always caved when he opened up his arms with that grin. It filled her up with false hope that maybe he felt the same about her that she did about him, but as she sat here for the third day in a row alone, those hopes left her.

Wrapping the blanket around her tighter, she squeezed her eyes shut and mentally called out to him. She cried out his name, echoing in her brain that she prayed would call to his attention.

"You called, babydoll?” static filled the air as he stepped in front of her, unravelling her from the cocoon she had secured herself into, pulling her into his arms and holding her close to his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into his chest. He smelled of blood and felt tense, though he was gradually easing up every second he held his beloved to his chest.

“I know, and I’m sorry, doll,” he sighed, moving one hand up her back to slowly card her hair through his fingers. Every bit of stress drained from his body as he pressed his nose to her hair, inhaling the smell of his own shampoo in her hair. She smelled like every bit of familiarity he had left, like an anchor to the home he always felt was slipping away from him.

Meanwhile, he was everything wrong with her. He was so unfamiliar, pulling her away from everything she knew was safe and right, but at the same time he was everything she ever wanted. He offered her a sense of safety and security, she knew with him that he was the only thing that would ever be able to cause her harm in this world.

‘Where have you been, Anti?“ she choked out, tears filling her eyes, "where have you been for the past days?”

He knew that she didn’t really care where he had been, she just wanted to know why he was leaving her so often. This was one of the times she wanted him to lie to protect her from getting hurt, but he knew that there was a point where he just couldn’t do that anymore.

“I had a job, baby,” Anti’s voice was scratchy and like that of static, however it remained soft, “there was some work I had to take care of, some presences that I’ve had to meet up with. You know how the jobs can get…”

“I do know, but please just stop leaving me,” her voice was absolutely destroyed, for a moment it seemed to be holding up but suddenly it shattered like glass and she just began trembling violently, “I can’t keep living like this, Anti! I try so hard to get over you but then you come back in just when I think I’m getting better and then I just become this dependent mess and I just can’t fucking deal with it anymore!”

The girl was out of breath, her sentence dragging on so long that she had to pause before continuing. Of course, Anti was quick to respond, pushing her back from him while keeping his arms around her waist. He put a cold hand to her cheek, bright green eyes flickering like broken television screens as he tried to read his mess of a lover.

“Doll, breath,” he spoke, body seeming to shift out of place as he glitched in place. Anti seemed like nothing more than a nightmare, a computer virus-like demon that she had been so idiotic to fall in love with. His sweet talk and charm had lead her into a spider web of horror that he didn’t know he had spun.

Perhaps Anti had never meant anything of making her fall in love with him. He didn’t cause this, she had just blindly convinced herself that maybe she could change him for the better or teach the heartless how to love. How foolish, to think that anyone such as him could love her.

How foolish… to think anyone could love her.

“I don’t want to!” she spat back, too much on her mind to think of anything else, “I’m so helplessly in love with you and I can’t help but regret it, because I know you can’t love me back! I know you’re not capable of love, and I know it was fucking stupid of me to think that maybe I was different and maybe I could’ve changed you. I know that I’m no different from anyone that you’ve loved in the past, or maybe even if I am it’s just my unstable behavior. I’m so sorry for the shit I put you through because I just want you to love me back!”

The dark void that consumed the place where Anti’s heart throbbed, absorbing every word that had been thrown out at him. He felt powerless for once in his life, so completely broken down by the words of a hurting girl that he wanted nothing more than to protect.

Some long lost time ago in some long abandoned place, he made some long forgotten promise to a girl that he would protect her from all harm, not knowing that he was just shielding her from everything except for him.

He spoke her name, whispered it so softly and held her so gently so that he wouldn’t make her hurt anymore.

“I love you with all my piece of shit, fucked up heart.”

She didn’t speak, didn’t look at him, didn’t breath, just stared off out the window and listened to the static that surrounded him. It all felt so heavy, this weight baring down on her that she had grown numb to feeling pressure against. The hands and arms tangling her in a cold embrace were barely there, just enough pressure that she knew he was there but not enough to ground her.

He waited for her to say anything, waited for her to say that she loved him too or that she was finally leaving him. He waited for her to scream and lash out. He waited for anything, he was prepared for anything other than the silence that followed his statement. The way it was left hanging in the air, not accepted or denied, it taunted him and he knew that she knew this too.

For he was ready for the words that would eventually pour out of her mouth, he was ready for them to tear him down and make him sob even though he hadn’t felt emotions in a long time. Everything about this silly girl he loved made him feel things he didn’t even know he could. Such guilt and sadness flowed through him when he saw the tears that he caused, but he never did anything about it. He knew sorry didn’t mean anything if he kept doing it, but he kept saying empty promises in a desperate attempt to keep his love safe from getting hurt by him.

However, in an attempt to put her back together he ended up breaking her down. He knew it was getting too late to undo the pain he’d caused, but he would try if she let him. Even a monster like himself couldn’t bear to see those he loved in pain, it was too much for him to handle. The thought of the emotions that would come was almost as terrifying as the lack of it.

Until that wall of silence broke, and his beloved looked him in the eyes with this broken expression. She was smiling, but it was going to shatter if he even took a breath. Despite no longer crying, she looked as if she would completely break down again if he moved a single inch. So he stayed still, kept his eyes locked against hers and just listened for once in his life. He didn’t make an effort to console her, just watched as she closed her mouth and opened it once more to speak.

“You could break my heart into a million tiny pieces and I would just put them back into your hands.”

He wished the silence would come back, because now everything was deafening. Her heartbeat was pounding, a steady thump-thump-thump that held the only rhythm in the mess of sound around him. Thunder crashed from outside as rain forcefully hit the window. His own sound of static was drowned out by the sound of both of their breathing.

Anti pressed his forehead to hers, feeling her legs go weak under her so he pulled her body ever closer to his own. Her eyes stayed on his, dilated pupil consuming every bit of light that radiated off of his body and reflecting the intense pain she was feeling.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore, my love,” he whispered.

“But what if you do?” her voice betrayed her calm appearance.

“Teach me not to,” Anti pleaded, “please teach me how to keep you safe from myself.”

“I will,” she promised, blinking away tears, “if you promise me that you love me and won’t leave me.”

“I love you more all the stars in the sky, my love. I will never leave you again unless I have no choice, I promise you.”

“I love you too.”

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Originally posted by vitunkpoppi

Character(s): Reader X Changkyun, bestfriend!jooheon

Genre: fluff, borderline!crack

Warning(s): scientist!changkyun (is that a warning), online dating, bad humor

Length: 3.2k

Summary: In which your best friend sets you up for an online dating site and maybe it’s not so bad when you meet a  scientist by the name of Lim Changkyun.


There’s a reason you don’t let Jooheon touch your laptop. Aside from the porn sites (and the numerous viruses acquired from them) he’s not to be trusted alone. You’ve known this since the third grade when he came over for a playdate and ended up drinking a bottle of Elmer’s glue while you went to the bathroom because he was too shy to ask for water.

He can’t be trusted.

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“It’s Kinda Distracting...” (Joji)

Anon Request: I really would like to read a post about the reader trying to get Joji to stop editing for a bit and to pay attention to her, like he’s trying to focus but he eventually gives in? Like maybe reader just starts to give him the succ and he can’t help it? I just love this blog it’s chill if you have other stuff to do too dude


I sat in bed, patiently waiting for Joji to finish whatever he was doing on the computer and climb in bed next to me. I had been libidinous for the past week and a half, craving his touch and wanting his hands all over me. At first, I left him alone, wanting him to finish whatever project he had himself set on. But as time went on, the less he came to bed. I would hear the water of the shower on, signaling he was occupying the bathroom, but he would come out newly dressed in some sleepwear and then go back to his “man cave” to proceed with what he was doing earlier. I laid there on my back, trying to make myself engaged in some other activity other than just staring blankly at nothing. The TV bored me and made me lethargic, my eyes drooping slowly. I sat up rapidly, slapping myself out of it, I went over to Joji’s little “man cave”, opening the door, I saw him behind his desk on his laptop in nothing but his plaid, flannel pajama pants. I leaned on the doorframe using my shoulder as I crossed my arms over my chest. I bit my lip as I watched him: his damp hair slightly getting in his view as his eyes concentrated on the screen, his bare torso exposed as he sat there unbothered.

“Hey.” I let out softly letting my fingers dance across the wooden frame of the door, “You coming to bed?”

“Uh…what time is it?” he asked without looking up, the mouse clicking louder than usual.

“Currently, it is twelve o’ three a.m.” I answered looking at the nearby clock.

Fearlessly, I walked into the room hoping I’d catch his eye, but I didn’t succeed. I sat on the edge of his desk and he sighed, telling me he wasn’t finished with what he was working on. With my bare legs, and being in nothing but my underwear, he wasn’t paying attention. Joji loved it when I showed off this much skin and would refuse to keep his hands off of my body. He was not even close to finishing up his work, but that didn’t mean he had to put me off the way he was. I brought myself back onto my feet and walked behind the chair he was seated on, I placed my hands-on his shoulders and massaged them lightly. Leaning into him a little slightly, I placed a soft kiss on the skin of his neck, earning an annoyed groan from him.

“Baby, not right now, okay? I’m not done editing yet. And after I’m done with this I need to edit a video I’m uploading soon.” he whined as he shrugged me off, “We can continue this tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

“You promised me yesterday…” I muttered.

Although it dawned on me that I should leave him alone so he can edit at his own pace without feeling rushed, I couldn’t help but grow more impatient as the minutes, hours, seconds, went by. I sighed and brought myself to my knees, not wanting to let any more time to go to waste. I made sure to make quick movements before I changed my mind completely. Joji was always one to cherish his time alone when it came to editing, and I was the one to always respect that, but he’s never edited this long before. Crawling my way around his desk in order to enter through the open front part of it, I was pretty bothered by the fact he hadn’t noticed me duck down onto my hands and knees or noticed me as I crawled away. My chin came in contact with his knee lightly as I placed it on there, hoping he’d get the gist of what my actions were trying to show him. Joji seemed to not have any reaction to what I was doing so I amped up my motions: I let my hand trail up his clothed leg, the loose fabric so thin I could manage to feel his leg hairs through his pants. My hand stopped at his crotch, to which he then sat up straighter with a jolt, “Whoa, hey…what are you doing under there?” he asked me confused.

“I just wanna touch you a little bit…” I admitted as I continued to caress his groin area.

“Babe, come on out from under there. It’s kinda distracting…I told you I’m busy editing.” he sighed in his ‘I told you already not to do that’ tone.

“Keep editing…I promise you wont get too distracted.” I explained as I somehow found my hand creeping it’s way into his pants.

Joji agreed to letting me touch him as he worked. There were a few times, within the couple of minutes that I sat there jerking him off, I felt him suppress moans and grunts. As he grew harder I decided to let my mouth do the rest of the work. I took his length from out of his boxers and his pants, the cold air making him feel relieved due to the temperature rising in his pants. The clicks of his mouse continued as I begin licking up his shaft slowly, then taking him in my mouth as I swirled my tongue along his tip. Joji gasped then cleared his throat, as if he didn’t want me to know how good it made him feel because he was too busy focusing on his bright screen. Taking more of him in my mouth was always challenging since he was big in size but it was well worth it if it meant getting a reaction out of him. He groaned in a rough manner, his clenched fists now lying beside him. With one hand on his shaft, I made swift movements with my wrist skillfully as I carried on sucking. Sooner than expected, his hands found their way into my hair, entangling in the nest on my head as he tried putting my hair in a ponytail. It wasn’t long enough until his moans became irregular and more notable as they got louder. He sucked in a breath as I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. His eyes were dark as he bit his lip, motioning me to keep going. I knew he was close and instead of me making a witty comment, I went back to sucking him off. Using my tongue to massage his length as I bobbed my head up and down with his help, he cussed in Japanese. It turned me on when he did that and even if this was just me sucking him off and not him fucking me after, I didn’t care…he was a sight to see what he was in pleasure.

“Y/N…fuck.” he breathed.

Placing my hands on either side of his thighs, I took more of him into my mouth, earning moans from him, I took it as my sign of approval.

“Y/N..” he moaned with his hand entangled in my hair as the other was clenching the arm of the chair, “Fuck, stop…I- I’m gonna cum.”

The thing I loved most about sucking Joji off was that he would always try and cut it short for fear that he might cum too quickly but would give in anyway if it meant that at the end of the day it would be me getting the job done. His grip on my hair got tighter and he cussed once more in his foreign language before whispering, “Fuck, just like that, baby.”

Doing as I was told, he moaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as his cum doused the back of my throat. Letting out a chain of cuss words from his lips, he lightly panted as I persisted to suck him off. Joji let out a grunt and removed my lips from his cock. I studied him attentively as he got up from his chair and held out his hand to me. Thinking he was going to help me up from my spot under his desk, I was in for a wild ride when he instead yanked me up on my feet and turned me around so that my butt was facing him and my hips were pressed against his desk. It was as though he’d finally snapped out of his trance and acknowledged me, as he should.

“Thought you didn’t wanna get distracted?” I provoked, turning my head to look at him.

Joji was strenuously removing my underwear from under the oversized shirt but soon stopped once it fell to my ankles. He chuckled to himself, “Thought this was what you wanted?” he told me in a taunting manner as he slipped a finger inside me.

I gasped and gripped the desk so hard it made my knuckles turn white. Joji went on and added another finger, he pumped them inside me vigorously. Hanging my head low as my moans grew louder, he suddenly stopped. About a few seconds passed by with no action or motion from him so I turned around to see what it was he was doing and I witnessed him sucking his fingers before he grasped his cock and pushed himself inside me at a fast pace. I grabbed one of his hands that was placed on my waist and tightened my clutch on it as he filled me with every inch of him, clouding my mind with euphoria. Joji grunted in an animalistic manner when he began thrusting faster and rougher, taking my leg and propping it up on the desk made it more so he had more access and could go deeper than he already was. I removed my hand from his and slammed it flat back on the desk, letting my hands and arms glide forward so that the upper part of my body was occupying the desk. Joji’s fingers worked my clit earning a loud moan from me.

“Joji..” I warned him with my eyes shut tightly as I focused on how sensual he was making me feel.

Alternatively, he took this as his signal to get rougher and faster, which is exactly what he did. I brought my self back up on my hands and Joji began ramming me with his thick cock, turning me into a spastic moaning disaster. My moans became consistent and as did his. Gripping his hands tightly, I came all over him as he continued thrusting distortedly, letting me know he was going to cum, so I turned around and took his length into my mouth once more as I planted my my knees on the floor. Joji’s hands went straight for my hair as I sucked him off, he moaned in a raspy deep tone. Once he came, I swallowed willingly and got up, observing his panting figure as he plopped himself into his swivel chair, tucking his dick away. He was sweaty and so was I. Picking my underwear up with his fingers, he smiled and threw them at me, “You gonna go back to editing?” I asked with my eyebrow raised as I began putting my underwear on.

“I’m not done with you yet…that was round one, I’m taking a small break. So there’s no use in putting those back on.” he laughed referring to my lace underwear as they were hooked with my fingertips.

I slid them down and went to sit on his lap, “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” he winked at me.

Distracting him was my best idea yet, and even Joji agreed.

Candle Lit Dinner

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1800ish

Warnings: Age difference ?, it’s really just fluff with some angst, hateful comments

Requests open!

A/N: Thanks so much for the request! It was fun to write this and I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by richard-graysons

Tom’s POV

The sunlight streaming through the window had woken Tom up an thirty minutes ago, yet he was still lying in bed. The only reason he wasn’t moving about was because someone had their body tangled up in his. That someone was his girlfriend, Y/N.

She had her head resting the crook of his arm and torso, her body facing his. Her left hand was resting on Tom’s lower stomach while the other was wrapped around his back underneath him. That along with how her legs are tangled with his, it made it near impossible for Tom to move without her waking up. It didn’t bother him in the slightest though; he loved being next to her.

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Auston Matthews - Don’t Drop Your Gloves

Originally posted by suicidepokecheck

“This might be a handful to take in but I’m explaining it the best way I can. Can you do an Auston Matthews one where you two are in an argument and he starts swinging his arms around because he’s frustrated. But what he doesn’t know is that you used to be in a past/abusive relationship and you think he’s gonna hit you so you run off to wherever and then make up. Sorry if that’s a lot!” @turtleloveruniverse-blog

Word count: 1154

warnings: talk of cheating, ptsd from relationship abuse, fighting, cussing

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You had flown out to stay at your boyfriend’s place all week since he needed help packing up to move back to Arizona for the off-season. Auston Matthews was a great boyfriend and athlete but, could not prioritize his time for the life of him. Most of the week was stressful, for you, since you were trying to organize packing and the hauling situation before his lease was up. Although, this particular morning was a bit more relaxing. Most of the work was already done so, you had some time to sleep in while Auston went out for a morning work-out with a few of his teammates.

At least, you had tried to sleep in. Your phone was buzzing every two seconds until you caved in to open your notifications. multiple numbers sending you screenshots of the same thing. 

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Context: We (A Warlock (me), A fighter, a ranger, and a bard) had just emerged from a long cave system back into open sky to find dawn breaking. In the distance we see a fuzzy black cloud approaching

GM: Ok so a swarm of bats happens to be attempting to enter the cave you just left, and -rolls behind sheet- they didn’t get anything to eat last night, so guess who’s on the menu…


Fighter: don’t worry, I got this -unsheathes massive greatsword- 

Fighter (OOC): So I could technically target an individual member of a swarm right

DM:….I…-proceeds to read swarm rules for 10 minutes-…uhh….yes but it wouldn’t really do anything

Fighter, with mischievous grin: I attack the closest bat to me -rolls not a 1-

DM: You hit. It dies

Fighter: Awesome. Now I’m gonna great cleave

DM:…what

Fighter: -proceeds to great cleave all 56 bats in the swarm over the course of several minutes of rolls, somehow not rolling a 1-

Bard: My god how did you do that

Fighter: I learned that in the great mosquito plague of ‘89

-entire table proceeds to lose their shit laughing-

For the very sweet @orderly-opaline!! 

{From Michael Mell Is Mine} can u get a ride with rich or someone 2day? I’m not going in bc I’m sick

Jeremy stares hard at the text as if he can tear apart each word with his narrow gaze. While he knows Michael is familiar with text lingo thanks to multiple group chats, the latter rarely, if ever, uses it because he feels he’s more of a classic soul.

So, the shortened words are an instant trigger to Jeremy, and his thumb hovers over the “call” button as a tiny bolt of fear sparks at his heart. Michael isn’t the one who gets sick; that’s Jeremy’s job. In the time since they’ve known each other, Jeremy can count all of the times Michael has been sick on one hand. The boy is surprisingly healthy considering his poor eating and sleeping habits whereas Jeremy has lost track of the number of times he’s been laid up in bed fighting off some illness.

Instead of calling, Jeremy locks his phone and slips it into his pants pocket before dropping his backpack onto the floor. School can wait; Michael can’t.

*****

The second Michael opens his front door, he’s already trying to push it back closed, but Jeremy stops it with a foot against the door frame.

“No, Jeremy.” Michael says in between chesty coughs. “You will get sick. Just go to school.”

Jeremy has to place both hands on the door as added force to keep it from closing in his face. “No, let me in.” He tries, voice holding an air of confidence that’s only faltering under a steady hint of worry.

“Jeremy-”

“Michael Alexander Mell, you better open this damn door and let me in.”

There’s a long beat of silence that’s only filled with the worrying crackle coating each of Michael’s rasping breaths, but finally, Michael caves and opens the door wide enough for Jeremy to slip in.

“Bed,” Jeremy orders almost instantly, and Michael doesn’t even bother arguing because he doesn’t see the point when Jeremy shifts into “Ultimate Boyfriend” mode.

So, Michael just shuffles as if on autopilot as Jeremy guides him to the bedroom with a steady hand on his back. When he flops down on his bed with a low groan that causes a minor coughing fit, Jeremy is quick to lean forward and press a cool palm to his heated forehead.

“Have you taken your temperature?” Jeremy asks as he flips his hand and slides the backs of his fingers gently down to Michael’s cheek. There’s an evident trace of fever from the heat clinging to Michael’s skin, and a pit of worry settles deep within Jeremy’s stomach.

“No,” Michael manages in between grating coughs. “I don’t need to check to know I’m running a fever.” As if to emphasize his point, a sudden wave of chills seeps in through his glistening skin and settles deep within his bones until he’s shivering and tugging at his blanket.

Jeremy frowns deeply at this, and his forehead creases in concern. He helps get Michael tucked in before he drops down onto the edge of the bed with a sigh. “I hate seeing you like this.”

Michael slips one hand free to lace his fingers with Jeremy’s. “I’m not dying. It’s just a bad cold.”

“Still,” Jeremy presses as he brings Michael’s hand to his mouth to brush a gentle kiss across cold skin. “I’m going to take care of you so we can get this getting better process going.”

“You will get sick,” Michael says, tone flat and leaving no room for argument.

Jeremy knows this, but he could care less. Instead, he drops Michael’s hand and slips out of the room in search of a thermometer and medicine.

*****

The following morning, Jeremy jerks awake from his phone ringing beside his ear. The loud tone bleeds into his head, mixing with the dull throb in an uncomfortable manner, and he grabs it and swipes to answer without checking who the hell would call this early in the morning.

“Hello?” He asks, voice cracking until he’s succumbing to a series of weak coughs slipping past his lips.

“I knew it.”

Jeremy shoots into a sitting position at the accusing tone. “Michael!?”

“You’re sick.”

A statement, and only that. But, Jeremy is going to argue because he’s not. He’s fine. “I’m-” he starts, only to be cut off by a series of sharp, frame-shaking sneezes.

“You were saying?”

“I might be a little sick,” Jeremy admits, voice small and soft in the midst of sudden defeat.

“I’m on my way.”

A Bathhouse in Hyrule

“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.”

- Pablo Picasso

Notwithstanding the somewhat facetious quote above, bathing has always proved a persistent and critical element of health in many of the world’s longest-standing civilizations, evidenced by bathhouses from the Japanese onsen to the Roman thermae. Bathing is the servant of Cleanliness, and has always taken various cultural forms, adopting different rituals and serving different functions. Bathing can be done out of necessity - the simple need to become clean, so as to be free from dirt, dust, and disease - but it can also take on a sacred aspect, often serving in purification rituals and ablutions in many religions, from Islam to Shinto. In the Hyrule of Twilight Princess, there is also evidence of an ancient bathhouse, though whether it was created for respite and pleasure or for ceremony and spirituality is as yet undetermined.

Behind an unassuming rock facade on a path leading to Zora’s Domain from North Hyrule Field is a small series of chambers hollowed into a cave. It consists of five small rooms - three main chambers, an antechamber, and a far room - arranged on a single axis. The rooms, when divided horizontally from the very center, are laid-out symmetrically, with the three baths in the three central chambers. And these are not truly separate chambers, as the walls which divide them do not actually make contact with the cave above, creating open, individual spaces under one large ceiling.

Much of the cave has been left in a natural state, and a constructed shell has been built within its space. Low, flat walls with protruding arches, lintels, and pillars extend to all five rooms, separating the baths from the stark cave walls, giving it a distinctly man-made environment under an organic roof. Rough masonry of oddly-fitted stones creates the corner piers and parts of the wall, while other areas are covered by a carved arabesque or screen. Other pieces of stonework are decorated with an opus reticulatum theme of green and pink tiles, which give off the distinct feel of a bathhouse; they seem an incredibly modern element when compared to rather traditional design of this building. The screens, done in a diamond-and cross pattern, often carry the crest of the Royal Family as seen at Snowpeak, and many of the alcoves (designated by the gentle arches above them) are hung with a tapestry bearing the royal symbol of Hyrule: the Wingcrest. Weapons are hung upon the walls, much the same as at Snowpeak, creating a clear cultural connection between the two far-flung structures.

With its clear connections to both lowland Hylian architecture and to the mansion at Snowpeak, this bathhouse might seem rather straightforward. But, then one notices the gates which separate each room from the others. They are Zoran gates, of the same design as those found within the Lakebed Temple, with their curvilinear forging, aquatic themes, and nautical coloration. At first, this may seem puzzling, but, in reality, it makes perfect sense. Twilight Princess, as has been noted several times, displays an incredible depth of cosmopolitanism and trade relations; because of the location of this bathhouse in Lanayru Province, given its proximity both to Hyrule Castle and to Zora’s Domain, and given the close relations between the royal families of Hyrule and the Zora, that the Zora should have had a hand in the construction of this water-dependent building is completely logical. The Zora, with their river, give the land its life and nourishment, and they likely created the water-channeling devices which made this bathhouse function. Architecturally, their legacy is bound up in this space alongside Hylian tradition, which gives us a magnificent look at cultural dispersion and connections within Hyrule - and in a place that was likely meant only as a simple puzzle.

I suppose the remaining question is: what happened to this place? It is readily apparent that these baths have seen no visitors for many years, as the entrance was closed off with a massive boulder. And, any cursory inspection of the interior must take note of the old frost and ice upon the walls. The baths themselves have frozen solid, creating mirrored pools of an unknown depth. There are many spots for torches upon the walls, and we can easily imagine steaming baths, the warm vapors rising overhead and filling the cave ceiling, slowly dripping back down to the floor in an endless cycle. The freeze could have been a side-effect of the icing-over of Zora’s Domain, or it could have happened after the cave was sealed - the fires slowly dying and giving way to the creeping ice. We could speculate for hours about the nature and history of this bathhouse, which would likely come to naught, or we could simply enjoy it for what it is: a symbol of relaxation, purity, and cultural synthesis.

vimeo

Swim through a Yucatan Peninsula Cenote - these were open caves with dripping water, stalactites, and stalagmites during the last ice age when sea levels were lower. Now the glaciers that covered Europe and North America have melted and sea level rose, flooding these caves.

duskhaze  asked:

Honestly I'm just trying to figure out how lup got INTO the umbrella??? knowing what we know of her character i can't imagine she'd just go, "wellp im just going to lay down by this wall and die while somehow getting my soul sucked into this umbrella!!" the only thing i can think of is that she's a lich like Barry (since it SEEMS to b implied that Barry wasn't a lich at the start at least) and when she died the umbra staff ate her against her will since that form is pure magical energy??

things we know about lupbrella:
- is aware of her surroundings in there, since she blasted her name into the wall and tried to defend herself from kravitz
-is able to move the umbrella independently, although shes only ever used this to get herself back to taako, so this ability might be limited
-is all the same not in full control of the umbrella, since it still ate jenkins wand and edwards edward (the function of normal, non-possessed umbra staffs) (although maybe she just allowed this to happen bc she had no reason not to)

things we know about lups corpse situation:
-she was locked in a cave only openable with merle/gundrans blood. whether she was trapped there or deliberately hid herself there is unknown.
-they found her corpse “huddled” against the wall, with the umbrella stashed deep in her robes. it felt very set up and tidy, no sign of a struggle.
-when she was communicating telepathically with taako, she only did so when they were still outside barrys hideout, which we know was close to wave echo cave - and griffin described the voice as sounding distant, like it wsa coming from a cave a couple hundred feet away (not an exact quote, but he did say cave and gave a certain distance). we also know taakos telepathy bracelet has a specific range

reasons lup could or would give up her physical form:
-lucretia erased all memory of their mission with a voidfish. the voidfishes powers dont work on you if youre dead. lup would have wanted to remember more than she would have wanted to stay alive
-kravitz said he detected a lich, and that it wasnt taako. the way liches work is that they have to store their soul in an object at which they can reform when their body is destroyed, effectively making them able to exist permanently in the material plane despite being dead. barrys phylactery is presumably his coin. lup was close to barry and thus could have learned from him the same soul-binding spell. barry didnt know where she was or even that she was dead, so if she did cast that spell she did it all herself

so my current theory is: lup sealed herself in the cave and turned herself into a lich as a last ditch effort to escape lucretias mutiny

the only thing i dont get is, if her soul is in the umbrella, why was her voice coming from the cave? otherwise, it all checks out.

Miss me?

pairing: Batfam x Reader

relationship: Family

warnings: mild violence, mentions of the army, female reader

request: yet

plot: ohh I loved your first imagine and I cant wait for your next one! I can tell I’m going to love your blog. I just wanted to ask if I could be your first written request? like maybe the reader is like batman’s biological daughter and she joins the military instead of being a vigilante (but she used to be one but then quit) and she like finally comes home after like a year and like surprises them and its like just fluff imagine. maybe she’s like in her suit and helps them beat up some thugs and after shes like like “you miss me” ,with the whole batfam - @solis200213

key: (Y/N)= your name, (H/N)= hero name

words: 1,751 (I may have gone a bit overboard.)

A/N: I don’t know much about the army or how it works, so some of this is based of research and I’m sorry if I got anything wrong. I also think I messed up the comic continuity in it, sorry about that.


Being Bruce Waynes daughter came with a lot of pressure. Pressure to be perfect in the eyes of the media, pressure to take on the family business when you reached the right age as the oldest child to the billionaire (though she was only older than Dick Grayson by a few months), so when the news broke that (Y/N) Wayne was joining the army the media went into a frenzy with conspiracy as to why she was doing it all over the place.

But only she knew the truth, she loved her family, she did, and leaving them killed her a little inside and as much as she loved being a vigilante and helping people in her city, she couldn’t help but feel like she was made for more. So, she joined the army in search of that something ‘more’.

So, she packed her things, moved to South Carolina and started her training. Her past as a vigilante made things easier, she was more agile, she was faster,and she was stronger than most recruits, and so she was able to advance quite quickly. She following the basic training program for 10 weeks (an essential training regime) before completing her advanced individual training to join the special forces in 56 weeks.


(Y/N) loved what she did, it was amazing and she felt like she finally found that something ‘more’ that she was always subconsciously searching for, but she missed home. She hasn’t been back since her initial training and now she could add another year onto that, making it a grand total of over two years since she had seen her family face to face. Sure, she had called them and they had video chats quite frequently, but it wasn’t the same. She missed being able to wrap her arms around her brothers in a bear hug so tight she could feel their heartbeat on her chest.

But now, after spending six months abroad as part of a Joint Special Operations Task Force, she was returning home to Gotham once again for a short-time. Of course, her family didn’t know what, she wanted to surprise them after all. Well, Alfred knew, but that was because Alfred simply knew everything going on in the families lives.

Arriving home, (Y/N) wasn’t surprised to find the manor quiet, it was almost midnight after all and prime time for some thugs to be out on the streets which meant her family was out too. Setting her bag down on the ground, (Y/N) reached up to remove her barett as she looked around her home with a smile. She had missed this place, the atmosphere of peace and family it brought to her was an irreplaceable feelings.

“Mistress (Y/N), it’s good to have you home.” Turning to the butler with a smile, she let out a happy sigh and let a grin spread over her face, “It’s good to be home Alfred.” She walked towards the older man and wrapped her arms around him, taking in the feeling of being held by the man for the first time in a long time. Returning the hug, Alfred let out a gentle chuckle and rubbed the girl’s back as he did.

“Everyone will be pleased to see you home.” She pulled back, the smile still on her face as she did. “The girls are down stairs, they are having a ‘girls night’ I believe and so didn’t go out on patrol.” Rolling her eyes slightly, (Y/N) let out a chuckle. It was just like the girls, even on a night off they could be found in the cave. “Thank’s Alfred.”

“Now go see them. I’ll bring your bag to your room, it’s exactly as you left it.” Giving the older man another ‘thank you’, (Y/N) walked into the main room and towards the old grandfather clock that hid their secret from the rest of the world. With a deep breath, she opened the glass panel protecting the hands of clock and moved them to the right time to give her access to the world underneath the house.

A deep sigh passed her lips as the clock moved and the path to the cave was opened to her. It’s now or never, was the only thought that passed through her lips as she walked down the stairs gently to make sure her footsteps wouldn’t be heard by the girls. Once she reached the bottom, a smile spread across her lips as she watched Cass and Kate spar while Steph watched on and Barbara set at the computer, keeping up with the boys and to make sure they stayed out of trouble.

“Some things never change, do they?” All the girls froze as the familiar voice floated through the air, suddenly they all turned around with large grins on their face. Bracing herself for impact, (Y/N) rose her eyebrow expectantly before she was engulfed in a hug from almost all the girls at once.

Once she was let go, she turned to Barbara and bent down, wrapping her arms around the redhead as she did. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.” If there was one thing she regretted, it was not being there when Barbara was put into a wheelchair, she wasn’t there to support her and it broke her. “It’s okay, you’re here now.”

Pulling back with a smile, she looked at all the girls and let out a content sigh as she did. “It’s so good to see you all again.” Licking her lips, she looked at each girl individually, memorising their faces and how they had changed over the two years. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“We’ve missed you do.” Turning to Kate as she spoke, the woman wrapped a arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and smiled at her, “But we know something that’s missed you even more.” As she now took both of (Y/N)’s shoulder’s in her hands, the rest of the girls smirked as she was turned around to look at what looked like an upgraded (H/N) suit.

“I made a few upgrades and changed the style a little while you were away.” Turning to Barbara with a smile, she let out a chuckle. “Thank you Babs.” As Stephanie crossed her arms over her chest, she rose and eyebrow and pushed (Y/N) towards it slightly, “Why don’t you give it a test run? See if the boys recognize you in it?”


It hadn’t taken a lot of convincing to get her into the suit, so now (Y/N) stood atop a building with Stephanie and Cassandra at either side of her while Barbara and Kate were talking to her through the comms link, one that was separate from that of the boys.

“Okay, so I just sent the boys to deal with some of Joker’s thugs downtown. Why don’t you go meet up with them?” As Barbara talked to them, the three girls smirked and set of to where the thugs were. They got their easily, and quickly, quick enough that they witnessed the boys taking down goon after goon, but every time they took down one goon another two appeared out of what seemed like thin air.

Looking at each other, the three girls nodded and jumped down into the street. Steph, behind Tim as she helped him take on the goons he couldn’t see, Kate between Jason and Dick as she helped them take on goons that were surrounding them, and (Y/N) behind her father, and beside Damian.

Swinging her leg out, (Y/N)’s foot came into contact with the jaw of one of the goons and made him stagger backwards and blood started to pool at his lips, and as he came back up she punched him in the face and knocked him out. She then turned to her side as someone came at her and bent down, swiping her leg under his feet and making him fall down. As he rose to his knees, she brought her knee up and made contact with his jaw before spinning around and kicking him in the face.

(Y/N)’s body filled with adrenaline, but a different type of adrenaline than she was now used to with the special forces, this adrenaline was an all too familiar adrenaline that she has been practically addicted too since she was eleven years old.

Soon all the goons were down and tied up nice and pretty for the police department and the team were watching from a tall building. Removing her mask and turning to her family, a smirk danced onto (Y/N)’s lips, one that resembled the smirk on the lips of her father, “Miss me?”

Dick was the first to react, wrapping his arms around the smaller girl with a hearty laugh and bringing her in tight to his chest as he did. “Of course we did.” He pushed her out to arm’s length after a few seconds and looked her up and down, “It hasn’t been the same since you left.”

“He’s right.” Looking over to Jason, who had since removed his helmet and now only sported his domino mask, “It’s better, I have no one babying me now whenever I get hurt.” With her smirk turning into a grin, Jason’s face contorted into a look of mischief and teasing and she took the broad shouldered man into her arms. “Miss you too Jay bird.”

Next was her second younger brother, who seemed a little shell shocked that she was there, but she knew that was the coffee, sleep deprivation and fighting just taking a toll on him. “It’s really you.” The voice was quiet, belonging to her youngest, and only biological, brother who had grown in the two years she was away.

“Yeah, it’s really me.” With arms out wide, Damian practically dived onto the girl, holding her as close as he physically could. (Y/N) was the only one Damian felt comfortable being like this with, being physical and affectionate, Damian sought her out for comfort before she left and even after she left he went to her with his problems and so to be able to hold her in his arms once again was a relief to the youngest of the bunch.

With a deep breath, (Y/N) looked around her with a smile. She was happy,she was with her family, she was home, even if it was only for a short while.

SW Time Travel Tuesday: Shall We Try This Again?

((Sorry if this suuuucks. But thanks @aerefyr and @poplitealqueen ))


At the week’s beginning, Qui-Gon Jinn was like a dark cave.

By the week’s end, an earthquake tore the cave open and light rushed in. Cool stones dissolved into white sand and the eerie silence was washed away by the sound of rolling ocean waves. Misery and contempt for the world that had settled like dust after the fall of his Padawan, was ushered away and peace enriched the man once again.

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I can’t believe I actually wrote this. WC: 1414


They said he was crazy. They said he’d never find him, that he was just some myth. That his sightings were just the result of some people taking one too many drugs.

But he knows he’s real, and he is going to be the one to find him.

He’s never gonna give up, not until he finds him.

Not until he finds Mothman.

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Robin’s Nest: Part 11

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1334

AN: This was edited by my wonderful team of beta’s who continue to plow through my stories.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10


The question comes out of nowhere, but you’re not really surprised. You expected it to come eventually. “How did you meet Dad?”

          Your eyes meet Tim’s, before they slide to Bruce. He’s still pretending to read the paper, but you can see the smirk from where you’re sitting.

          Then, almost as if by magic, your other kids appear. You smile as they all plop down around you and Bruce and just stare. You’ve never told them this story. It had just never been the right time.

          “Ask your father.”

          Mouths drop open and Jason says, “You’re finally going to tell us?”

          You just smile and say, “It’s up to your dad.”

          Bruce lowers his paper as Damian snuggles into one of your sides, and Tim takes the other. Jason plops down on one side of your legs, while Dick takes the other.  Helena and Cass immediately snuggle up next to Bruce, Daddy’s girls to the core the both of them. Your husband just smiles, “Well, since the entire family is all here …”  

          “Not quite.” You say as Alfred comes into the room, Terry in his arms. He passes the baby to you as Dick and Jason go to sit next to the old butler. Bruce looks a bit surprised, but Alfred just smiles and says, “This is perhaps my favorite story of all time. I’m certainly not going to miss it.”

          Bruce simply sets his paper to the side and starts in on the story. “We were ten, and we went to school together. Your mother was a scholarship student; she was living with her grandmother. Alfred had forced me back to school after two years of homeschooling. He was worried about my socialization skills.”

          Jason scoffs, “I can’t imagine why.”

          Bruce ignores him and continues, “At that point the importance of contacts had been fully stressed to our peers.”

          You smile, “They were trying to get in good with the Wayne heir.”

          Bruce nods, “Everyone but your mother. Her nose was always in a book. It was always a new book too. And she usually had several more in her bag. But I noticed her because she never once approached me. Despite being in a position where contacts would come in handy. She just kept to herself.”

          “Scholarship students weren’t exactly welcomed.”

          Bruce nods, “We got paired for a project one day, and instead of doing it here, she insisted we do it at her apartment. This was strange as well, because everyone wanted to come to the manor. It gave their parents a chance to pick them up, and try and put their faces in my mind. Your grandmother, however, invited me to this tiny little apartment. It was decorated with bright colors, and the smell of baked goods was always in the air. I smiled there, and that was the amazing thing. I smiled freely, I hadn’t done that since my parents died.

          “I found out that we had a lot in common, and I was sad when the project was over. I was immediately absorbed by my peers again. Your mother went back to reading.”

          You shrug, “I liked my books, and I didn’t exactly fit in with his crowd.”

          Bruce just scoffs, “They weren’t my crowd.”

          “They certainly thought they were,” you tease. The boys are laughing by this point. Bruce had never been one for socialization, especially now that he had a family. As far he was concerned, you guys were all he needed.

          “All right, on with the story.” Tim says with a smile as the laughter dies down.

          Bruce clears his throat, “About two weeks after the project ended I stumbled across some kids talking about my parents… and me. Not nice things either. I knew that most of it had been fake, I’d figured that out when my parents were still alive. But it still hurt. Anyways, one of them said something about your mother. They called her a love sick puppy before they started talking about how she wasn’t worthy, and something in me snapped. I couldn’t protect my parents, but I could protect her.”

          You smile at that before saying: “Of course, he was a scrawny, outnumbered ten-year-old boy at the time, without any skills for fighting.”

          Bruce just smiles, “You mother saved my butt. She threw some rocks, and nailed the boys, she hit another one with a book, the Odyssey I believe.”

          The boys all turn to look at you, and you just smile and say, “The pen is mightier than the sword.”

          “So I’m covered in bruises, and we still have three periods left, and your mother decides to drag me home instead of to the nurse’s office. We took the bus all the way across town. My clothes were torn, I had a black eye, and split lip. We get to her apartment, her grandmother takes one look at me and breaks open the first aid kit. She never asked what happened, and she didn’t send us back to school.”

          You smile at the memory. “My grandmother was unusually perceptive. She had been a nurse during World War Two. She always knew what a person was about to do before they did it.”

          “She was the first one to teach me how to observe. To notice the little details a lot of people let slip by.”

          A moment of silence passes while you and Bruce get lost in the memory of the woman. Damian shifting brings you back and you clear your throat before looking at Bruce, “She always said you would do great things. Said you’d be the one to save Gotham.”

          Bruce just smiles, “Strange, she said you’d be the one to save me. She said you’d keep me from getting lost. She said that you’d save me. I miss her, wish she could have seen all of you.”

          You laugh, “She never would have believed it, and she would have killed the both of us for graduating early and going off to travel the world.”

          Bruce nods, “That woman scared the dickens out me at times.”

          Alfred just laughs, “The two of you were mischief makers. Thick as thieves from that moment on. They had every class together, and were constantly competing for the top spot!”

          “So you left after Gran died?” Helena asks.

          Bruce gives her a one armed hug, “Almost immediately after it happened. Your mother got herself emancipated, and then we left. We both needed a change. It was while we were gone that the idea of Batman was born.”

          “You got married overseas? Right?” Dick asks

          You nod, “In Tibet. I wore a pair of three-year-old jeans, that were falling apart, and this blue shirt. It was right after your father had finished his major training. We were nineteen. We came home after that. Alfred thought we were crazy.”

          Alfred just scoffs, “I still think you’re crazy.”

          You smirk, “You got your grandkids, be happy.”

          Alfred smiles, “You, Mrs. Wayne, made an honest man out of my boy. You helped him overcome. You gave him a wonderful set of children. I honestly believe you made all the difference.”

          Bruce smiles before leaning over and grabbing your hand, “I do too.”

          You can feel yourself on the verge of tears, when you sniff them back and turn to the girls, “I still have that shirt if either one of you would like to wear it on your wedding day.”

          There’s a round of laughter, before you hear the entrance to the cave open. Bruce, Dick, and Jason are on their feet in a matter of seconds before Clark appears. The look on his face tells you that something has happened. “Bruce, we have a problem.”

          Bruce raises an eyebrow and asks, “What sort of problem?”

          Then a voice that you’d know anywhere say, “Us.” And several different versions of your husband and children step into the light. From the corner of your eye you watch as Cass signs, “This is not good.”

kkenobi  asked:

So over the past (day, two days? idk) I went all the way to the end of your blog and LOVE ALL YOUR WRITING! honestly, I adore all your writing! Out of curiosity, how do the clones react to vampire!Obi-Wan when he was turned as a padawan? OR if they somehow get stuck on a planet with no way for obi to "feed" and the clones are all "let me help general" or something. cheers!

“Well…at least we survived?” Waxer offered rather cheerfully. Boil just slowly looked at his vod and then back to the slowly sinking shuttle that the storm had brought down. As they looked at it, a large creature in the swamp circled it, its blue coils swiping up and down as it swam around.

“We need to find shelter.” Their General offered, effectively cutting of whatever Boil had been about to say or do. “With what little supplies we do have we should be able to wait out the storm I hope and the atmosphere is breathable and…” He stuck out his tongue, sharp canine on display for a few seconds before he closed his mouth and nodded. “The rain is drinkable.” He smiled and turned, started to walk.

Cody took a deep breath and shook his head before following quickly, gesturing for the rest of the troopers to do the same. ‘Trust him to just stick his tongue out, could have been dangerous…’ Cody thought fondly if a bit exasperated by his General.

No survival instinct.

They trudged on slowly, Obi-Wan occasionally stopping before leading his men in either the same direction or in a different one. Best they could tell, the Jedi was using the Force to find them a safe place.

They were all even more soaked then the swim through the swamp had done when they finally reached a dark cave. Even more blissfully was the dried up shriveled roots inside the cave that allowed for a fire to be started and the smoke to drift out the cave opening.

“I imagine we should get out of this wetness but we don’t really have anything to provide cover. At least we’re not on a planet with a freezing climate.” The Jedi chuckled even as thunder rolled across the sky and lightening hit somewhere in the swampy marsh.

He then started to undo his armor and belts.

“Sir?” Cody blinked at him.

“I’m soaked to the bone and I’m going to wring out the fabric at least Cody.” Obi-Wan offered pleasantly. Then he peered at him. “I highly doubt we’re going to get attacked Commander, if anyone wants to take off their armor then that is fine by me. The furthest risk we have I believe is the local wildlife.”

“I…imagine you’re right sir. Alright, if anyone wants to take off their armor and wring out their blacks, this is the time.”

He turned his back to give the Jedi a measure of privacy, though not before Obi-Wan was sans his tunic. He was surprised that despite the broadness of the others chest, Obi-Wan was almost slim beneath the armor and robes.

‘Perhaps its the gear that makes him seem bigger somehow…or just him.’ Cody mused as the men from 212 followed their General’s lead. Trapper was much to happy to get out of his armor and blacks for a few moments and Cody absently shook his head with amusement. ‘Nudist.’ He grinned at his vod who grinned back and started to wring out the black fabric with no shame.

It didn’t take long for someone to take advantage.

That someone was Waxer, his eyes lit up with mischief as he twirled his own blacks together until he could ‘towel’ whip Trapper over the rear. Trapper gave a shrill scream then rubbed his ass as everyone laughed. “Oi!”

“The moon was shining so harshly I felt the need to pull down the blinds!” Waxer laughed.

Someone would most likely have answered if it wasn’t for the quiet, different chuckle joining their laugh.

Cody glanced behind himself and knew he wasn’t the only one who ended up staring. It was one thing to wake up to a face like your own, with the same dark skin and the same eyes. It was something totally different to see Obi-Wan’s pale and freckled skin, legs, groin, chest and armpits covered with copper colored hair.

Absently Cody noticed there was a constellation of freckles covering the right side of the Jedi’s hipbone.

“A holo might be better if you’re all going to continue staring.” A teasing drawl drew Cody’s attention away and there was a lot of coughing after that as several ears turned red.

Obi-Wan just laughed and finished wringing his tunics out before putting them back on with undergarments and leggings following. “I do still wish I had dry socks.” He sighed before settling his boots upside down to let them dry out, legs folding in a lotus position.

The troopers quickly went back to their own things, some pulling on their entire gear and others settling in the blacks.

Cody settled for his blacks since it was nice to be out of them.

Or it was until the General took a sharp breath and Cody’s first instinct was to reach for his blasters with the assumption they were under attack.

But no. He glanced to the General in confusion to find the man holding his belt, a pouch open. Slowly the General turned it around as a mass of red, almost congealed sludge ran out of it as the General stared at it. “Oh no…” He whispered before quite firmly tucking himself against the cave wall. “Well…oh dear this is not good.” He breathed out.

“General?” Cody stood.

“Cody, it would appear my feeding capsule broke when water was applied to them and I’m…without my required synthetic…meal.” The General’s tone wavered before firming. “It would be best if you all remain as far from me as you could.”

“I…kark it sir, you mean to say you’re going to get blood hungry?” Cody blinked, stepping towards him while eyeing the sludge on the cave floor. He’d seen the man either swallow the capsule whole or dissolve them into water before but it was clear from the ruined mess that they wouldn’t work now.

“…Yes.”

He did a quick calculation in his mind. The last time he’d seen the other feed was…

“General, when was the last time you had one of those?” He nodded to the sludge.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes tightly. “…Two days.”

“Karking…okay, fine.” He turned to his men who looked back with quiet, understanding faces. “I’m first, if he needs more then we’ll set up the line.”

“What?” Obi-Wan looked like a rabbit in headlights. “No, no I refuse, this isn’t nes-”

“With all due respect General, shut it. You need it, we’re willing. Beside, you’re gar cuyir Mhor, cuun alor, cuun cyar'ika. Gar kar'taylir ibac.” He gave vicious grin as even in the low light of the fire they could all see Obi-Wan flush. “We want to take care of you.”

Cody took the chance to get closer, tugging the Jedi’s legs out of lotus pose and firmly straddling the others lap. He smiled when hesitant hands settled on his hips. “I’m not sure about this Commander, its going to hurt you have to understand.” Obi-Wan offered quietly.

“I understand that sir.” Cody tilted his head to expose his neck and closed his eyes, hands firmly caught in the Jedi’s tunic. There was a breath against the skin, the hands tightened on his waist and then Cody’s world exploded into whiteness.