To Love & Protect: Felix- Boring, boring, boring. (I have so many routes ahead of his season 2, so many) Egar- I hate played this until about episode 9 when it got way better. I actually liked the end and will play Book 2 (eventually)
Gangsters In Love: Chance- Hate played. Still, need to finish Season 5. This is such an unhealthy relationship. Ash- Just started this one
Astoria: Fate’s Kiss Hydra- Finished. I liked it ok. He’s a bit of a jerk. I don’t like “mean, but secretly loves you” stories though. Not my favorite. Hades- Finished. I enjoyed this route but more for everyone else. I want to adopt Persephone, Selene, Helios and the Guardians. It’s a little creepy playing this route and Cerberus’s back to back though lol Astraeus- Finished. SO friggin hot. Sad and dark, but ridiculously hot. Cerberus- On season 3. He is the cutest thing ever. See my above point about his route and Hades’ though.
Castaway: Love’s Adventure Clyde- Finished. MC drove me crazy, especially in season 1. Story was fine. Logan- Finished. I love him. He is just so sweet and cute. TK- Finished. Like with Hydra, I found him a jerk and his route a little frustrating. Not a big fan. Joaquin- Finished. Hot, hot, hot. Though MC shows some seriously poor judgment lol.
Speakeasy Tonight Elliott- (waiting for epilogue). Meh. His story took a long time to pick up and was pretty boring and while he gets better by the end, he’s a pretty uninspired LI. Donovan- Finished. I liked the storyline. Hate Donovan. He’s a jerk. He’s hot, yes, but… We also know nothing about him or his past. He’s so undeveloped in compared to the others and at times he barely appeared in his own route. Plus Vince over-shadowed him. Gerald- Finished. Again, I loved the story line, hated him. I don’t think I could have forgiven him and I basically think he’s a self-centered ass. Cliff- Finished. I disliked MC at times, this and Elliott’s route were when she was at her weakest. Cliff is sweet but doesn’t do much for me. Neil- Finished. I loved him. He has depth, the relationship has natural build-up, the side story is strong. Vince- Finished. My one true love. I doubt I will ever love a LI more. He is perfection. Ok, he gets shot at a lot, which is a problem and he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but… He’s so sweet and charming and supportive that it doesn’t matter.
Love & Legends Reiner- Finished. Love him. He is so kind. It’s so easy to follow in love with him.
April 1, 1917 - British Capture Savy Wood, Wilfred Owen Comes Down with “Shell-Shock”
Pictured - Wildred Owen, who wrote some of the most famous war poetry including “Dulce et Decorum Est.” He was killed in action on November 4, 1918, one week to the hour before the Armistice was signed.
In action on April 1st, the British Army captured Savy Wood, four miles from the town of St. Quentin near Arras. St. Quentin’s cathedral spire could now easily be made out in the distance. The battle was part of the preparation for the big push in spring, which was to be under the overall command of France’s new commander-in-chief, Robert Nivelle, who promised that at the helm he could end the war in a matter of weeks.
One of the soldiers fighting at Savy Wood that day was Wilfred Owen. Owen was a great friend of Siegfried Sassoon and alongside him perhaps the greatest poet of the Great War. “Dulce et Decorum Est” and “Anthem for Doomed Youth” are still the first things many think of today when they think of the First World War.
Owen led his platoon forward though an artillery barrage on April 1, storming a German trench only to find that its occupants had already retreated. The bombardment had severely shaken Owen nevertheless, and he laid down on a railway embankment to go to sleep when another “near-miss” blew him high into the air. This time his nerves could not handle the strain. The artillery shell “left him sheltering helplessly, close to the dismembered remains of another officer. When he got back to base, people noticed that he was trembling, confused, and stammering. It seems probable that his courage was called into question in some way by the CO, who may even have called him a coward.”
Although his CO showed no sympathy, a doctor diagnosed Owen with shell-shock. The shaken poet went to a hospital behind the lines at Etretat. Writing home on a postcard depicting the cliffs near the town, Owen recorded his delight at the respite: “This is the kind of Paradise I am in at present. No. 1 General Hospital. The doctor, orderlies, and sisters are all Americans, strangely from New York! I may get permission to go boating and even to bathe.” After a while, he returned to Britain and went to the Craiglockhart War Hospital for Neurasthenic Officers, where he composed some short lines on the inmates there:
(Neal, Merric, and Kel are hanging off the side of a cliff) Owen: What do you need? Neal: Rope! Owen: OK, rope! Anything else? Neal: Yeah, three double cheeseburgers with everything! Merric: No onions on mine! Kel: And an apple turnover!
To anon, you sent this prompt in before I moved blogs, sorry it’s late. But I hope you enjoy it!
41. “That was an accident…” & 61. “Oh yes.”
As he lined himself up with her opening and slowly slid himself into her she couldn’t help but call his name out in response. He began to thrust in and out of her, picking up tempo, going deeper and deeper each time; she knew she was close, he could tell she was almost about to fall off the cliff, all of her tell-tale sign were on display. As their tongues fought for dominance, her nails were digging into his shoulder and the back of his neck. The trailer was hot, sweaty, steamy; the windows were foggy and the smell of sex lingered in the air. Amelia was never one to make religious comments, but she definitely yelled a few in vain while screwing Owen; and at that moment in time the words “Oh God!” were being thrown around the trailer, luckily there was no one within a 3-mile radius, so they could be as loud as they pleased. As they were both about to fall off the cliff Owen intertwined his fingers with Amelia’s and threw them up about to pin them above her head, as he assaulted her jawline with kisses. Suddenly Amelia called out, assuming she had fallen off her cliff, Owen was about to allow himself to fall off his. Just as quickly as she had called out, she called out again stopping Owen in his tracks.
You had never thought that this beast could go on like this, but within a few seconds it had found you both. While adrenaline kept you going, the sound of the giant feet that hit the ground behind was nothing good - with a roar it sprinted forward and Owen had somehow managed to run towards a cliff.
Your eyes widen as you saw the cliff, but how would you die? Eaten by a dinosaur-hybrid or falling off a cliff - Owen had his answer as he grabbed your wrist and jumped off the cliff.