#Also Milky's about 10 feet tall-
Text
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GUTS — johnny slaughter
WARNINGS: 18+, you're shorter than johnny in this (wiki says he's 6ft), f!soft-bodied!reader, sadistic!johnny (this man thrives off of other peoples pain he would enjoy it in bed too), light knife play, blood play, kidnapping, coercion, crying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, typical tcm shit
A/N: please do not flag this for no reason, just block me. flagging my work as mature means it isn't seen by as many people in the tags when searched. Also!!!!, this is really long for no reason (4k words) AND I already have a multi part no slasher!AU in the works that's gonna be bordering on 10 chapters, knowing me it'll eternally be a wip tho...
Taking in a shaky breath, you hold it, willing the pounding of your heart to calm down as you listen for any movement around you. All you hear is the sounds of the forest, but still you sit and wait. You had been separated from the others that you had escaped with, though you suppose separated is the wrong word to use in this situation.
One of the girls that had been captured with you, a tall girl with matted brown hair and milky, bruise covered skin, had shoved you the second she had heard a noise from one of your kidnappers as they gained up on you. You had fallen down a pretty steep slope, thankfully lost in the heavy foliage that covered the ground and shrouded you instead of becoming the bait she wanted you to be.
It takes you more time than you would like to admit to get your bearings back, unable to see anything from under a bush. It hurts to breathe, and your vision is hazy from hitting your head on the way down. There's the sound of a too close chainsaw revving up above you, making the pounding of your head worsen, followed by the screams of the traitor that shoved you down the slope.
"Please, please, don't do this. I haven't done anything wrong!" She cries, as if she didn't just try to trade your life in for her own. You wince when you hear her scream again, drowned out by the chainsaw cutting through her flesh and blood splattering onto every nearby surface. The sound has your stomach curling, but a part of you feels that she had it coming for what she did to you.
When the stomping of the mask wearing man's feet are a distant, you allow yourself to breathe more comfortably, loosening up your death grip on the old piece of pipe you had grabbed as a weapon when you got out of your restraints. Your fingers ache, knuckles popping as they relax for the first time in what has felt like hours.
"That's what you get, twig ass bitch," you mutter under your breath. When your heart beat finally goes back to a more normal level, and you don't feel like you're about to shake out of your skin, you slowly drag yourself out from the brush, looking around the slowly darkening woods for a way to go.
Readjusting your grip on the pipe, you slowly make your way away from the chaos, hoping that they don't look down here for you.
You don't know where you're going or how far you've gotten, all you know is that you greatly regret putting on a skirt yesterday morning. Not only has it gotten caught on just about everything while you've been running for your life, but the humid Texas heat has caused your thighs to chafe something fierce, and it's starting to sting more than the cuts that litter your arms and torso.
Eventually, you find a shallow stream, and you quickly stumble your way to it. Dipping your fingers in, you sigh at the cool water against your sweaty skin. You carefully scoop some up into your hands, not wanting to make any noise as you press your face into your cupped hands.
There's a faint ribbon of red that you watch slowly get mixed into the water, and you dump it into the stream, watching it quickly disappear. You scoop up another cool batch of water, careful to keep any from spilling through your shaking fingers. It's as you're bringing your hands up to sip from the water that you feel all the hair on your body stand up on end, heart racing.
Looking into the trees, you slowly stand up, turning in place. You can't really see anything, but you know you're not crazy. You also know that you're absolutely fucked. The forest is not something you find yourself in often, or at all, really, and considering it borders onto these crazy fuckers property... they probably knew where you were the whole time.
You want to yell, to scream out your frustrations onto whoever it is that's following you. But your voice is dry, and even breathing has started to feel like too much, your voice cracking around the whispered words, "I-" you swallow roughly, eyes frantically looking around, "I know you're there."
You hear nothing around you, but you know. There are eyes on you. Just how close... you have no idea.
The next breath you take is shaky, eyes watering as you hop over the little stream. Taking another look around you and still finding nothing, you continue on your way.
Crickets jump around you as you carefully make your way to what you hope is safety, spooking you every time they jump in front of your vision. You're struggling for air as the mounting panic starts to cloud your senses, breaths coming in rushed puffs. Your heart is pounding in your ears, so loud that you don't hear the sound of someone walking behind you.
You let out a scream when the back of your shirt is grabbed and yanked, thrusting your elbow back as hard as possible and hitting them in the stomach. There isn't any give, a hard plane of muscle that probably hurts you more than them.
"Well! Look who we've got here!" The man says, a laugh coating his voice. His hand twists in your shirt, the collar of it tightening around your throat. With a rough yank your back is flush against his chest, and you catch the glint of his knife as he presses his fist into your stomach, the tip of the blade nicking the underside of your breast.
You hiss in pain, flinching away from the blade and bumping into his chest. The nearly too tight grip he has on your shirt disappears, but you aren't able to take a breath before that hand has come around to grip at your throat. The thick expanse of his calloused fingers press into your smooth skin, the pressure your neck a warning that has you freezing on the spot.
His fingers flutter, pressing into the sides of your throat, and the breathy sound you let out has both of you freezing in place. His chest pushes against your back as he takes in a deep breath, the exhale painting goosebumps along your damp neck. The man's grip loosens just slightly, before squeezing again. Another moan is pulled from you, and you can feel the man laugh against your back, the low tone sending shivers down your spine.
"Oh, am I gonna 'ave fun with you." The man drops the hand from around your throat, using it to grip your upper arm, steering you back the way you came. The tip of his blade is still scraping your skin, the constant pain seeming to send shocks all over your body. He takes a sharp turn that you aren't prepared for, a gasp leaving you as he shoves you up against a particularly thick tree.
The blade in his hand is dropped to the forest floor, his left hand cupping your cheek roughly as he directs your face up to his. His brown eyes are impossibly dark as they take you in, free hand palming your waist. He’s hiked up your flowy, flower patterned shirt, his big hand sliding up your torso to thumb at the cut under your breast.
You hiss in pain, but that only seems to excite him, the man bringing his blood covered thumb up to his lips, tongue poking out to guide the appendage into his mouth. The low moan that escapes him has you clenching your thighs together, eyes wide as you watch his thumb slide out of his mouth, traces of your bright red blood left on his tongue.
“Fuck, best thing 've ever tasted,” he mutters, hands moving to collect more of the slow trickling blood. Your hands are shaky as they grip onto his blood stained tank top, watching his face as he stares down at his hand, thick fingers disappearing into the meat of your breast instead of swiping up more of your blood.
He dips his head down to mouth at your neck, teeth unforgiving against your skin. His tight grip on you and the tree at your back keeps you from flinching away, at his mercy as his teeth work at your flesh. He doesn't break skin, but it's a near thing, a bruise no doubt starting to form already.
“Ah, hurts,” you whine, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Despite the pain, you don't try to push him away, hands steadily holding his black tank. Hot puffs of breath dance over your damp skin as he laughs, running his tongue over the bruised flesh before pulling back to look at you.
“That so?” Hesitantly, you nod, heart pounding as you let your weight fully rest up against the tree, breathing shaky as his previously idle hand starts to palm at your breast. His large hand seems to engulf you, and you can't help but push into his touch. He's rough with this too, as you suspect he is with all things, groping you while he watches on with a satisfied look on his face.
Slowly, your fingers unclench from his shirt, and you press your hand flat against his chest. You can feel his warmth even through his shirt, hands trailing absently over his defined pecs. You watch your hands move as he chuckles, eyes flicking up to find him smirking down at you.
“Pretty little thing like you,” he starts, thumb running along your cheekbone, “bet you're sweet all over, ain't ya?"
The next breath you take is shaky, eyes wide and glassy as you stare up at him. He hums, head tilting as he observes you.
“Wanna know what I think?” He whispers, head dipping down again. This time he doesn't bite you, though there's still a twinge of pain as he sucks over the bruises his teeth had made. Your response is lost in your gasp, knees buckling at the unexpected current of pleasure that wracks through you. If it weren't for him pressing you against the tree, you would probably be on the ground right now.
“Think I'm gonna keep you all to myself. You'd be my good girl, won't you?” He moves up to mouth at your jaw, wet open mouthed kisses following his path to your mouth, “Whaddya say, think you could be Johnny's good girl?”
Through the fear pumping through you at the thought of what would happen to you if you said no, there's a part of you, a sick and twisted part, that really, desperately wants to succumb to this sadistic man's whims. You know saying yes would be just as bad as what will happen if you say no. There's no knowing what he would do to you, but that part of you frankly doesn't care.
“Please,” you whisper, letting your hands wrap around his broad torso, palms flat against his back as you press his muscular body against yours, as if he could get any closer, “so good. I'll be your good girl.”
You don't fight the hand on your face as he guides you, eyes fluttering at the close proximity of your faces. Johnny's eyes are crinkled at the corners, his smirk pressed against the corner of your mouth, “Good.”
Johnny's lips are aggressive as they press against yours, seeming to consume you as his tongue bullies its way into your mouth. There's nothing you can do but endure the attack, moaning and gasping into his mouth as his other hand continues to grope you.
Overwhelmed by the force of his kiss, you can't keep yourself still. Tree bark scrapes your skin with every shudder his skillful tongue pulls from you, but you barely feel it. All you feel is him, his all encompassing presence that looms over you and threatens to consume your very being.
Through his jeans and your skirt, you can feel his erection pressing into your lower stomach as you shift against him. The feeling of it seems to awaken something in you, a primal urge you've never felt before, your hands dropping from his back to pathetically fumble at the bottom of his tank. Once you get your hands on his skin you can't keep them still, running them up and down the warm expanse of his back.
You can feel slight imperfections on his skin, long lines of damaged flesh that match the scars on his face. You trace over them, letting your nails trail over his skin in your exploration. There's barely enough space between you to breathe, but somehow you're able to wedge your arms between the two of you to trace over his stomach.
The skin there is soft, though you can still feel the faint definition of the muscles beneath. You continue to run your hands up, though just as your fingers dance along his pecks the hand groping you is instantly grabbing your wrist, yanking it out and pressing your hand roughly against the tree next to your head.
“Not yet, I ‘ain't had my fun,” he mumbles against your neck, giving your bottom lip a little nip before he pulls away completely. He lets go of your hand, the other dropping from your face to pull up the bottom of your skirt. His big hands palm at your ass, fingers harsh as they squeeze.
All too soon he's stepping back from you, arms crossed as his eyes drag over your form. You feel squirmy under his gaze, fingers fidgeting with each other as you wait for him to say or do anything.
“Y’look like you have too much clothes on,” he says, and you can hear the hidden command in his words. You're quick to ruck your shirt over your head, the thin lace bra sticking to your sweaty skin. Trembling fingers take longer than you'd like to work the button of your skirt, though once that's open you're able to shove it down over plush thighs, letting it fall to the forest floor.
“That's it darlin’, why don't you get laid out real nice for me, huh?” He's leering at you, watching the way your body moves as you sit down on the forest floor. He seems to enjoy watching you follow his every command, hand absently palming his erection the whole time.
You're careful as you lay down, making sure to stuff your now dirt covered clothes underneath you as some sort of padding. There's still rocks and sticks that make it uncomfortably uneven, but at least they won't be cutting into your skin. Once you're settled, thighs clenched tight and hands fidgeting on your stomach, you look up at Johnny as you wait for instructions.
He hums, taking the few steps needed to stand at your feet, “Good girl.”
You can't keep the pleased hum down, watching him with wide eyes as he start's unbuckling his belt. He doesn't bother to take it off though, undoing the button and zipper before he's kneeling at your feet.
He plants both hands on your knees, pushing them open to stare down at you. You know you're wet, you can feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your skin uncomfortably. There's probably a wet spot too, and you turn your head away when you notice the smug look on his face.
A thick finger presses right over your hole, going as deep as the fabric can allow. Your pussy clenched at the intrusion, desperate for him to fill you. Rolling your hips up, you try to force the finger deeper, huffing when he pulls away.
“What a desperate little thing, hmm?” He slips a finger through the crotch of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. You lift your hips to help aid the process, hands falling between your legs to cover yourself up.
"Thought you wanted to be my good girl," Johnny says, hand coming up to gently cradle the side of your face, a sharp contrast to his mean glare and condescending tone that he directs at you. Your heart pounds in your chest, legs falling open to allow him enough space to shuffle forward.
"I do. I- I am," you manage to choke out, slowly pulling your hands away from where you were covering yourself. Instead you fist them in his dirty shirt to try and bring his mouth down to yours, whining when he doesn't budge at your insistent tugging.
The smirk that spreads over his face sends a shiver down your spine, and his thumb glides down your cheek to prod at your kiss swollen lips. He tugs the bottom lip down, pressing the pad of his thumb roughly against your tender flesh.
"Open," he commands, and you do so without a thought. He's slow as he eases his thumb into your mouth, letting you lave your tongue over his calloused skin before it's easing further into your mouth. His thumb, thick and long and big like the rest of his fingers, teases at the back of your throat, and you feel tears collecting as you fight back the urge to gag at the intrusion.
He takes pity on you, slowly pulling his thick thumb from your mouth to then harshly press it against your clit. The rough pressure has your hips bucking, not knowing if you want to roll up against the touch or pull away. Johnny doesn't give you an option either way, thick fingers practically disappearing into your thigh to keep you still, gripping so hard you're surprised they haven't torn through your flesh.
You can't stop the desperate sounds that fall from your lips, your pleas garbled as your legs fall further open. His blunt nails scrape the delicate flesh above your clit as he abuses your sex, drawing loud, drawn out whines as you writhe on the forest floor. Johnny only seems to thrive on your suffering, shifting so that he can press two fingers into you at the same time. You're embarrassingly wet, so they easily slide in despite how thick his fingers are, relieving the empty feeling that has settled over you.
“Fuck, woman, you're wetter than all hell,” he's sat back to watch the way your cunt greedily sucks his fingers in, hips rolling down to match the thrusting of his fingers. Wet squelching fills the forest, your soft, breathy gasps barely heard over the sound.
Johnny crowds into your space, leaving a trail of bites up your neck and to your lips. The kiss is rough, teeth clicking together from the rough treatment before he comes in at a better angle. It's dirty and sloppy and wet, teeth biting at your bottom lip every time he pulls back to take a breath.
It's too much, a sensory overload that has your brain turning to mush. His fingers curl aggressively inside you, thumb rubbing painful circles on your clit. Slowly, your hands release the death grip they have on his shirt, unsteady as they move to thread through his short hair. The tight grip you have on his hair has him growling out a warning, the nip he gives to your lip drawing blood.
You hastily grab onto the back of his shirt, tears blurring your vision as you pull back from his lips with a desperate gasp. Heaving breaths escape your lips, moans and whines tumbling into pleas as you beg him not to stop. He presses a kiss to your forehead that's more teeth than lips because of his wide grin, a dark chuckle following soon after.
Hips rolling desperately into his touch, you chase the orgasm you can feel building.
“That's it, give it to me,” his voice is low, and the command sends a shiver down your spine, cunt clenching around his fingers. Your gasps get stuck in your throat, high pitched whines drowning out the sound of your arousal as you cum.
Johnny doesn't let up even after you've cum, fingers working at you at a brutal pace, bringing another orgasm that hurts as much as it feels good. You try in vain to pull away from his touch, but he just holds your hips down with his free hand, fingers working ruthlessly as you twitch and cry.
“Good girl,” Johnny finally lets up, pulling his soaked hand from between your legs. He licks a long stripe up his fingers, chuckling at the fucked out look on your face, “sweet as honey.”
You can't do much more than lay there watching him as he sits back on his heels, quickly pulling his tank top up over his head. His chest is littered with scars, and you can't help the way your eyes trace over each pale line that decorates his skin. They look like they were painful, and you're brushing a hand over one before you can even think.
Thankfully he doesn't get mad at you touching him this time, silent as he lets you explore. His skin is warm and surprisingly soft, a light dusting of hair trailing down from his belly button and disappearing into his pants. You let your nails trail through the hair, relishing in the deep sound that rumbles in his throat.
Lips pulled between your teeth, you can't help but admire the way his arms move as he works on pushing down his jeans. The muscles move under the flesh, arm as sturdy looking as the rest of him. You tug on the band of his jeans, inching them down over his legs, eyes laser focused onto his cock, no underwear in sight.
Your fingers wrap around his erection easily, swiping your thumb over the angry red head to collect the wetness there. The groan he lets out is heavenly, but he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand from him.
“We don't have the time for that right now, darlin’,” he says, shoving them down the rest of the way and kicking them off to the side. He pushes your legs up and open by the underside of your knees, shuffling forward to fill the empty space, “Now you be a good girl and hold these legs open for me, an’ I'll be makin’ you scream in no time.”
He lets go of your trembling legs the second you reach for them, grabbing the base of his dick and rubbing the tip through your folds, left forearm resting on the ground next to your head. It catches on your fluttering hole with every pass, a tease that has you whining for more, rocking your hips as much as you can.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity but has only been a few seconds, he slides into you, letting go of his dick to rest his arm on the other side of your head. The stretch is painful, and you instinctively clench around the intrusion. He doesn't stop, merely laughing at your wince as his hips settle against yours.
There's no grace period given. His hips are pulling back before you can adjust to his girth, drilling into you with a deep and brutal pace that has you wailing. You can feel the sharp sting of your nails from how hard you're clenching your thighs, the pain seeming to heighten your pleasure.
Johnny's grin is wide and full of teeth, you can feel it against your neck. Then he's digging his teeth into the flesh, abusing the bruised flesh. You can't feel it though, lost in the haze of his cock pounding into you. You feel the breath being knocked out of you with every thrust, eyes blurry with the onset of tears.
Your throat hurts from your wailing, pleas barely distinguish whenever you're able to attempt speaking. Johnny either doesn't understand you or doesn't care enough to figure it out, laughing at your babbling. When he pulls back you can see blood on his lips and teeth, and then you feel the sting of the bite he left on you.
Johnny presses his lips to yours as your face scrunched up in pain, the coppery taste of your blood lingering even after he pulls away. You chase the taste off your lips with your tongue, unable to follow his lips as he sits up.
“Fuck,” he drawls, the voice drawn out as he bottoms out in you, watching the way your hips twitch to try and get any sort of friction, “fuckin’ soaked through that pretty little skirt you got layers out under you, best pussy I've ever had.”
Then there's a large hand fisting the hair at the back of your head, yanking your head back. Your yelp of pain is drowned out by the obscene sounds coming from your pussy while Johnny uses you as if you were a toy. Pace bordering on brutal, you hold onto your sweat dampened thighs as he chases his high.
He licks and nibbles at the still bleeding wound on your neck, drinking from you as his thrusts shift you across the forest floor. The salt from your tears sting as it hits the bite marks that cover your neck, a loud moan following when the taste of salt hits Johnny's tongue.
Thrusts becoming erratic, your only warning is his teeth clamping down on the side of your neck before you feel the liquid heat of Johnny’s cum filling you in bursts, pushed deeper into you by tiny thrusts. It's only when he finally stills inside of you that you are able to breath, taking big gasps as you gather yourself.
“Mmm, what a good girl you are,” Johnny mumbles against your neck, pulling back to look you over. You probably look a mess, hair frizzy from the heat and being yanked on by Johnny. You're also covered in blood, though Johnny probably relishes in the fact that he put it there. It's when his gaze settles on where you're still connected that you feel your face heat in embarrassment.
As he pulls out you can't help the way you whimper, desperate for him to fill you back up despite how tender your abused sex feels. The trail of cum that follows is quickly stuffed back into you by two thick fingers, plugging you up with his cum.
Large hands slide under your ass, tacky with your arousal. Your hands fall away from your thighs in surprise as he lifts your lower body off the ground so that you're resting on your shoulders.
“Probably tastes even better mixed with me,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. As Johnny licks a long stripe up from your fluttering, dripping hole to your clit, you find yourself melting into the pleasure that he is giving you, no longer caring about what will become of you when he's had his fill.
©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.
#johnny slaughter#johnny slaughter smut#johnny slaughter x reader#ꮺ. my work#Ꮺ. smut warning#Ꮺ. caution#tcm#tcm game#texas chainsaw massacre#texas chainsaw massacre game#texas chainsaw game#x reader#reader insert#reader interactive#female reader
163 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️
Thanks for the tags @bad-surprise and @wyrd-syster
Mine are all from other fandoms, but just in case any Reylos still follow me or your sexual awakening was also Jareth the Goblin King 😂, I'll share my 5 favorite fics that I’ve written w/ all the old shit I made for them:
1. when the moon met the sun in the sky [reylo fantasy au | E | 71k | 20/20] — To date my proudest work, just because it was fun to try and attempt to evoke a Miyazaki-style fantasy world, and the world-building was so much fun.
"Who?" Rey asked.
She knew who. But she didn't know what else to say.
The man called Kylo Ren — Ben, her mind whispered — rolled his shoulders, a tick she'd seen before, a thousand times at least; an echo of a boy she used to know.
He seemed to notice. He took a tentative step toward her. When she flinched in response, he froze.
"Don't do that," he said, soft as a psalm. His dark eyes darted over every inch of her.
"Do what?" she asked.
"Lie."
2. Boon [reylogan heist au | E | 39k | 12/20] — This is such a niche fic in the first place because it’s a crossover between SW and Logan Lucky, but man, it was so fun and Rey/Clyde are so soft. I’d never attempted to write a heist and I obviously didn’t finish but I still have a fondness for this (permanently? IDK) on hiatus little fic.
“Your jar looks like it’s full of stars,” Sadie said, gaping at it.
“It does,” Clyde agreed. He raised his own. “Time to set them free?”
Sadie nodded, skipping into the night to release hers. As Rey turned to follow, Clyde snaked his good hand around her wrist.
“Follow me.”
He led her around the house, where the night felt denser, darker, somehow warmer. Underfoot, wild daisies swayed in the dying summer breeze.
“Here,” he murmured. She smiled at him, then twisted the top of her jar off. He followed suit. Together, they shook the little bugs free — to fly away, blinking little lights in the darkness; hazy yellow stars they might touch.
3. Crown Glass [reylo fantasy au | M | 4k | 1/1] — I love this one because it just sort of came into being; a prompt/gift one-shot that took on a mind of its own, but I got to play more with present tense and some high-fantasy elements bouncing around in my brain.
She shouldn’t be able to find it. But she does.
It stands tall, tucked away in the back of the cellar; she weaves through abandoned armor, crusted cauldrons, and shelves and shelves of spellbooks to reach it. It’s old, ancient even; she can feel that, even if she’d never set eyes on it, full-length and ringed in circles of crown glass that shimmer in the gloom.
She reaches out a hand, skimming the surface–
And then a world appears on the other side.
A room, awash in milky moonlight. A desk, buried by books. A bed…
And a man.
She draws her hand back, heart thumping as loud as the magic in her ears.
The world flickers and fades back into blackness.
4. This is the Sign You've Been Looking For [reylo modern au | E | 29k | 10/10] — My first real Reylo fic and what got me back into writing after years away, so I have to give it credit! Also my first ever AU, and Virgin artist Ben Solo and sign maker Rey were so sweet and sad but with a nice HEA.
"I'm sorry," Rey murmured, drawing close. She could only seem to look at her feet.
He pressed a large palm to her face, tilting her head up to look at him. The music filtering in from the living room was noticeably softer; vaguely, Rey recognized Elton's "Your Song" playing in the background and decided it was a good idea to rest her hands on Ben's hips.
He glanced down at her touch, swallowing hard.
"Don't be," he hummed.
5. Muse [Labyrinth canonverse fic | E | 82k | 20/20] — I have a lot of Feelings about this fic, but I have to include it even though a part of me wants to edit it into oblivion, haha. I feel like I’ve come so far as a writer since finishing this in my early twenties, but I’ll always appreciate this for how it helped me improve, for how it gave me an avenue to do more with fantasy world-building, and for the nice response it got in a small little fandom.
"Why did you give me the peach?"
He stared at her, his expression unfathomable.
"Are you going to answer me?" asked Sarah quietly.
"You know why I gave it to you," replied Jareth, "To make you forget."
"No," continued Sarah, "I know. That wasn't what I meant. Why did you give me the peach, knowing that I would never be able to leave after taking a bite?"
Tagging: @demonscantgothere @scriberated @myrsinemezzo @thrillofhope and @formerlyir
#walking down memory lane before night work? definitely fun#my fics#fic writer tag game#reylo#reylo fics#reylo fic#reylo fanfic#labyrinth#labyrinth 1986#labyrinth fanfic
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
What Freud Can Teach Us About pictures of wild lettuce
All about Prickly Lettuce - Wheat & Small Grains
Table of ContentsThe Main Principles Of Wild Lettuce: Benefits, Side Effects, And Preparation Indicators on Using Wild Lettuce For Natural Pain Relief You Need To KnowGetting The Lactuca Virosa To WorkThe 10-Minute Rule for Wild Lettuce As Food And Pain Relief: How To Identify It In Your8 Simple Techniques For Wild Lettuce: Health Benefits, Side Effects, Uses
DISORDERS OF UTILIZATION AND CRUCIAL DETAILS: This info is actually indicated to enhance, certainly not substitute assistance from your medical professional or even healthcare service provider as well as is certainly not suggested to cover all possible uses, safety measures, communications or even unfavorable results. This info may unsuitable your details health instances - wild lettuce flowers. Certainly never postpone or disregard seeking professional clinical tips from your doctor or even various other professional medical service provider as a result of something you have continued reading Web, MD - wild lettuce vs dandelion.
This copyrighted product is actually http://www.automaniabrandon.com/LinkOut/?goto=https://freshbroshemp.weebly.com/what-is-wild-lettuce.html delivered by Natural Medicines Comprehensive Data Bank Customer Model. Info coming from this source is actually evidence-based as well as unprejudiced, and also without business impact. For specialist clinical relevant information on alternative medicines, check out Natural Medicines Comprehensive Data Bank Professional Model. Restorative Research Advisers 2020.
Articles from BMJ Instance Documents are actually delivered listed here thanks to
It is saddening just how much understanding we have shed throughout the years. Aside from typical capabilities like gardening, food items conservation, and carpentry, our experts have actually forgotten medicinal treatments featuring ones that may be located in our yards. Thankfully, a few of these traditional medicines are picking up, including What Is Wild Lettuce? It is a plant that may develop 6 feets tall.
The smart Trick of Health Benefits Of Wild Lettuce That Nobody is Discussing
The Classical name "Lactuca" implies "milk extract" as well as pertains to the milky element (which emerges of the vegetation when it is reduced. That milklike element includes the natural chemicals lactucin and lacttucopicrin - what is wild lettuce. These are actually the drugs that are liable for its own pain-killing homes. For people only getting going along with foraging and also all-natural remedies, wild lettuce is actually one of the very most helpful plants to recognize.
It is actually discovered increasing in the USA in locations like Washington State. I could not locate any details about when it was actually presented to the USA. Nonetheless, many foragers profess that Native Americans used it as an organic ache reliever and also medicinal solution. You can also find the plant in Europe, especially in the central and also southern components.
The plant is certainly not addicting as well as performs NOT cause the adverse effects of narcotics, like a dismayed stomach. Identifying The Vegetation Identity may be a bit challenging given that it closely appears like dandelion (Taraxacum) and dairy thistle (Lactuca serriola) - smoking wild lettuce. When youthful, wild lettuce possesses short leaves that expand in collections.
The leaves lie and a pale dark-green different colors. Occasionally the fallen leaves possess violet spots on all of them. The origin is actually brown. When you reduced the stalk or leaves, you'll see a white colored milklike material referred to as latex appeared immediately. The latex turns yellowish and also at that point brown as its own dries as well as hardens.
The Only Guide to Natural Health Guide - Benefits Of Wild Lettuce
5 inches wide. Wild lettuce blooms are little at around in broad. Dandelion will not grow a thick stalk as it gets older. Wild lettuce will definitely acquire a heavy nearly woody stem. Vs. Prickly Lettuce (Lactuca serriola) Listed here is actually where recognition receives complicated. Its own cousin Lactuca Serriola looks a whole lot like it, and also their flowers are the same.
Notification just how the florals are actually the same. Using Wild Lettuce for Discomfort Alleviation The major benefit is that it is a powerful plant based pain reliever, hence why the plant is frequently named "opium lettuce." The parts which offer ache comfort are known as lactones. They function on the core stressed device to calm the nerves, which cause pain feelings - pictures of wild lettuce.
To tell whether it awaits collecting, just cut the stem. The milklike sap should stream out conveniently. If it does not, after that the vegetation isn't all set however. Just how to Prepare The Plant The milklike sap from the stalk is the very most powerful aspect of the lettuce (wild lettuce look alikes). Customarily, wild lettuce was actually harvested by helping make decreases in the stalks, permitting the drain exude out, as well as then allowing it dry.
This traditional cropping procedure is incredibly time-consuming as well as cumbersome. You might take into consideration simply consuming the leaves fresh. They are extremely nutritious (though fairly bitter). pictures of wild lettuce. Nevertheless, you will not receive a really centered dose this means. You are actually better of utilization some of the techniques listed below. ( 5 ) As Herbal tea The pain-relieving components are actually soluble in water.
The Best Guide To Wild Lettuce - Sleep Aid And Pain Reliever
Include some honey and lemon to produce it sample much better. You may additionally combine it along with various other kinds of herbal tea to disguise the preference. If you don't would like to produce your own you can get the fallen leave herbal tea on Amazon.com. Wild Lettuce Extract/Resin Extracts are really effortless to create, yet you possess to make sure that you don't get too hot the plant (wild lettuce look alikes).
If the blend ever before comes to a blister or even starts following the base of the frying pan, the energetic components of the crazy lettuce will certainly be actually ruined. Gather fallen leaves. Place in a blender. Combination for simply a couple of few seconds - smoking wild lettuce. You don't would like to fully mixture up the leaves. Put the ground leaves in to a pot.
Place the cannabis on a stove at LOW heat energy. what is wild lettuce. DO NOT LET THE MIXTURE BOIL! Heat energy for thirty minutes, stirring usually. The water should turn a really dark dark-green colour. Strain the leaves via a great screen (pantyhose functions properly for this). Gather the fluid. Put the liquid in to a clean container.
Rouse often. Be sure the mixture does not adhere to the bottom of the pot. The water will certainly vaporize, leaving a concentrate of wild lettuce essence. If you wish to find out more concerning making the essence, look at this online video coming from the Lost Ways group. Cast Tinctures are even much easier to produce than extracts.
Fascination About Lettuce Opium Uses, Benefits & Dosage
Nonetheless, not every person likes using tinctures considering that they require booze not exactly something you wish to offer children! The volume of booze in tinctures is extremely low though and the small dosage means you do not must manage the negative preference as much. wild lettuce look alikes. To create a tincture, you require to possess a "stripper." The pole dancer is what the energetic substances dissipate into.
Nevertheless, these are actually better possibilities: Harvest the whole crazy lettuce plant, Slice it up into smaller sized parts at that point put it into a blender. Incorporate your pole dancer to the mixer. * Permit the mixture rest for at the very least 3 moments. Some folks encourage allowing it rest for 1 week. Mixture completely. Strain the mix with an alright screen, accumulating the liquid in a jar (wild lettuce vs dandelion).
1 note
·
View note
Text
Day 19! NBLW! Here’s Milkyways, and her future partner, Anemoia! Milkyways is the sweetheart Goddess of Life and Music, and Anemoia is an odd shape who feeds off of memories.
#jsab#jsab milkyways#jsab oc#just shapes and gays#Anemoia is very calm and a quiet so it was a surprise for everyone else when Milky and them got to together#But they're soft and very in love and they make me Happy#Also Milky's about 10 feet tall-#A Fun fact: The word Anemoia means 'Nostalgia for a time you've never known'#Anyways Anemoia feeds off of memories(normally just short term ones)#and overall can sometimes modify and recover memories.
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Assassinating Death (Part 1)
Noob Saibot X female slave reader
I’m debating wether so make a 10-15 chapter long fanfiction about this. If anybody would like to see a fanficion with this concept, please tell me!
Noob Saibot, the ruler of destiny rules all of existence, turning the worthy into revenant warriors and enslaving the weak. S/o is one of the ‘weak’ that he enslaved. Determined to put a stop to the cruel tyrant, s/o devises a plan to kill him. After all, why would a god suspect a pitiful slave of treason? (GIF by me! Taken from the MK11 arcade ending)
The rattle of her own chains was all s/o could hear inside the hollow castle walls. The air tasted of ash and death, as it always had. The woman was hastily scrubbing the stone floor, the rough sound falling on deaf ears as s/o remained focused on the man behind her. A tall soulless husk that watched her intently, looking for some opportunity to punish her.
S/o wouldn’t allow it. Not again. She already had exactly thirty two scars on her back from her punishment. The slave attire forced all to wear open back leather tops as a way to easily punish slaves as well as provide warning to others. Her hair was clipped so that it did not go past her neck, leaving her scars for the world to see.
A stone collar was wrapped around her throat, a purple stone in the center of it marked her as an obsidian place slave. Cold metal chains connected her hands, allowing them only about a foot of distance apart.
The obsidian palace was a jagged spire that towered over the smoke clouds. Nobody really knew how far up it went. Well, nobody but noob saibot, keeper of time, ruler of existence and bringer of death. He was the cruel shadow whose fowl touch defiled the world, turning it grey and dead.
It was he who controlled the immortal servants, or “blank souls” as the slaves called them. Blank souls were husk, vessels that carried out the dark lords will. They were each hand chosen by the lord at seemingly random. Nobody was really sure WHY he chose who he chose, but he was always very sure about his choices.
One thing was sure however, once you were chosen, there was no argument or revolt. Your soul belonged to HIM. When somebody was chosen, they disappeared for MONTHES and when they returned, they weren’t the same. Milky eyes, pale skin, no emotional connection to their friends and family.
“You! Girl! Come with me.” A cold voice came from behind her.
Turning around, she was met with a blank soul. He wore red and yellow robes, silver armor plated his legs and arms. A black hood shrouded his upper face, his dead milky eyes seemed to glow in the shadows. An armored mask hid whatever expression he had to offer.
S/o bowed her head, as everyone had to do when a blank soul addressed them. She didn’t waste a second, abandoning her cleaning supplies and wordlessy following the blank soul out of the room, leaving behind the other blank soul who just stood there, waiting for the next slave shift to start.
The slave was led down the hall to the center staircase that traveled from the dungeons below, all the way up to the tip of the tower, the throne room.
S/o had never been past the thirty fourth floor in the hundred story tower. Only blank souls were permitted to travel to the top ten floors. A few slaves were permitted to cleanse the rooms in the top ten floors, but the ones who did never returned. Most assumed that the ruler of time forced them to live up there as well.
Cold obsidian tile made her bare feet ache as they climbed the stairs upwards. S/o didn’t dare gaze at the man beside her. His footsteps were silent, undetectable to the ear as he went.
After about twenty minutes of climbing, the blank soul halted. The symbols carved into a metal plate showed the number ninety nine. “Bow when your god addresses you. To disrespect noob saibot is to willingly submit yourself to the worst punishment imaginable.”
S/o nodded her head in the most boot licking of ways. The blank soul observed her for a second before starting to walk up the stairs again. There it was, floor one hundred.
The icy fear that repeatedly stabbed her with each rapid heartbeat was almost debilitating as she stepped into the open space.
It was a plain room, pillars only decorated with the symbol of the shadow empire, and a single long rug running from the stairs to the… throne.
Dark jagged crystals spurred upwards in such unnatural ways, at the end of the highest tip lay a skull with a single thick strip of gold plating at the top. Sitting on the throne was him.
The god of all. Killer of all. Noob Saibot, ruler of the shadow empire. S/o threw herself to her knees as the blank soul led her to the shadow shrouded emperor. “Slave.” His voice shook her to her very core. “Did it offer any resistance during retrieval, Hanzo?”
“None at all. She is ready to fulfill her duties.” The blank soul, ‘Hanzo’ responded. The king nodded, the light seemed to drain from the air around him. Without another word, hanzo exited the throne room, heading down a dark hallway behind the throne. S/o was now at the mercy of a tyrant god.
The atmosphere thickened, s/o felt her body shake in her submissive form. All four limbs touched the ground, her lips almost kissed the carpet below. She didn’t dare look up.
“Slave, you have been bestowed the greatest honor of personally serving me.” Something in his voice held a sort of… interest? S/o couldn’t detect any facial expressions due to his head being covered in a helmet, as well as a dark vail.
The slave couldn’t find words that she deemed usable in his presence. She was too terrified to even think. “Unless my generosity doesn’t interest you?”
The dark edge to his voice made s/o want to burst out in tears and beg for her life. “N-no! Thank you so much for even considering giving somebody such as myself any thought! I swear, I will not disappoint you, my lord!”
“I know.” He said simply. “Kuai Liang! Escort it to its new quarters and explain its new purpose to its empire.”
A figure was suddenly behind her, s/o was pulled to her feet by her elbow. She was met by a blue clad blank soul. ‘Kuai Liang’ didn’t say a word as he took hold of her chains and led her to the spiral staircase. S/o could feel the lords gaze boring into her back as she left.
Kuai Liang led her down the stairs, his rough voice echoed through the quiet environment. “You will be given your own quarters on the ninety first floor. You will wake up everyday at exactly five in the morning, you will clean floors ninety-one through ninety-five. At twelve, you will be permitted to eat.” He explained. “At one, you will resume your cleaning, the ninety sixth floor and the one hundredth floor, as well as every floor in between.”
The two of them stopped at the ninety first floor. It looked to be some sort of dining hall. Blank souls littered the area, some were eating, others simply sat around and… socialized? S/o was dumbfounded, the slaves had always assumed that blank souls were nothing but empty husks yet, here they were, laughing and joking.
She didn’t have time to gawk before she was dragged past the large dining hall to a simply lit hall. There were a multitude of doors lining it, a few were open to reveal blank souls casually in their rooms. S/o and Kuai Liang stopped at the end of the hall.
“This will be your new quarters. Inside you will find everything you will require, as well as your new uniform.” He stated, opening the door.
“A new… uniform?” She asked, confused.
“You are now a personal slave to the king and his warriors, you are expected not to look like a common rat.” He growled. “You are now held to higher standards, failure to complete your duties within the desired time range will result in your immediate termination and replacement.”
She swore she saw his face soften for only a moment when he saw the look of hopeless fear of her face. “As a personal slave you are also entitled to certain privileges. No warrior can take it upon themselves to punish you without express permission from the lord of darkness. No warrior may harass you in any way.” He continued, “after all your daily duties are done, you are free to roam the top ten floors, as long as you do not disturb any warriors.”
He gestured to her room, allowing her to slip past him to inspect it. “You are free to explore for the rest of today. Tomorrow you will be assigned a warrior to make sure that your expectations are met.” Without another word, Kuai Liang was gone.
S/o was left alone. She collapsed into the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling, debating whether to cry or smile. She had been within spitting distance of the man who she despised above all else. The man who had caused so much ruin and heartbreak. The man who she now had the opportunity to kill...
Part 2
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#noob saibot x reader#noob saibot#kitana#mk raiden#raiden#kung lao#lui kang#mk kabal#sindel#mk fujin#lord fujin#kuai liang
164 notes
·
View notes
Note
44. I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!
For Tecna x Timmy
I just think it would be funny if it happened multiple times(some on purpose) and Tecna is exasperated but also endeared.
This got out of hand... Anyways here's part 1 of 🤷🏻♀️
Why is it that yours are the ones that become too much for a oneshot?
One:
Timmy walked down the dull beige corridor of his apartment building rifling through his bag, desperately trying to find his keys. He swore he had grabbed them and put them in his pocket when he left work. Once he got to his door, he dropped the bag at his feet and searched his pockets once more. He had his wallet in his left pocket, phone in his right, a crumpled pharmacy receipt in his back pocket, and no set of keys.
He kneeled by his bag and began pulling out its contents. There was his book, lunch, portable gaming system, an assortment of papers from work, a collection of old papers and receipts at the bottom of his bag that he really should clean out, his portable tool kit, a small pack of tissues, his reusable water bottle, and no fucking keys.
Great.
After tossing his belongings haphazardly into his bag, Timmy pulled his phone out of his pocket. When he had moved in a week ago, he’d been told to call the building manager if ever he needed anything. The building manager, a portly man with strange taste in facial hair named Mr Knut, didn’t live on site and was only there from 9am to 5pm on weekdays. He was, apparently, always available, but it was now almost 8pm on a Friday evening and there was no telling how long it would take for the man to show up.
Except that, as it turned out, the man would likely never show up because when Timmy pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it on, he was greeted by a flashing red battery indicating that his phone was just about dead. How wonderful. He would need to ask one of his neighbours to call the manager.
The section of the building he was in only contained three apartments. His and two others. Miss Griselda, the only of his two immediate neighbours he’d met, was a cranky old woman he was certain got joy out of terrifying ‘the damn youngins’ as she’d called them. The other was a complete stranger. No part of him felt like dealing with the old woman – he'd only met her because she happened to be getting home as he was moving boxes in, and she’d gone into a rant about how awful and unruly today’s youth was – so he would have to take his chances with the mystery neighbours.
He knew nothing about the mystery neighbours except what Griselda had told him: they were young and one of them was too loud for her liking. So far, he’d only heard faint music coming from the apartment and wasn’t quite sure what Miss Griselda was complaining for since she wasn’t directly next to them and wasn’t likely to hear the music at all.
“Hello?”
Shit. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. Tall with milky white skin and bright teal eyes that contrasted sharply against her cropped light purple hair. Timmy’s lips went dry and his heart sped up to the point that he thought it might win a race against a cheetah. Could this night get any worse? Lost keys, dead phone, gorgeous neighbour. What was next? Was he going to get struck by lightning? Heart attack? Have one of the giant light fixtures squash him like a bug?
“H-hi there...” he managed to stutter.
“Can I help you?” the girl asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. He became exceedingly aware of the fact that he’d been standing there looking at her with what was probably an incredibly stupid look. Smooth, Timmy.
“Right... uh... yes. I am... M-my name is Timmy. I live here. Well, no, not here here. I-I-I live next door. There,” he pointed towards his door, “and I, uh, well, I seem to have forgotten my pheys... uh, my keys, sorry, and m-my phone is... dead... and uh...” Jesus, he sounded like a bumbling idiot. He could practically hear Brandon, one of his old college roommates, teasing him about how much of an ass he was making of himself.
“And you want me to call the building manager for you?” Oh God, she thought he was a moron. He could tell from the tone of her voice that she was already exasperated with him and, though she hadn’t physically, he was sure she was rolling her eyes in her beautiful, purple-topped head. Timmy nodded, not trusting himself to not say something stupid or ramble on like he did whenever he got nervous.
The woman walked away, leaving the door partially open behind her. Timmy waited outside, trying not to seem like the awkward person he knew he was. He forced himself to stand ‘casually’, so he crossed his arms and stood there, staring straight at the door.
No, that was a weird thing to do. He let his arms fall loose and his eyes wander to, well, look normal. The only interesting thing in sight to observe while he waited for her to call the manager was the inside of the apartment. He knew it was creepy, but it beat having to stare at a beige wall.
The door opened up on the living room that was painted a light grey and offset with a teal wall that matched her eyes. Geez, had he really already memorised the colour of her eyes? He’d not even been able to meet them while he made a complete moron out of himself. The back wall had what Timmy was pretty sure was several electric guitars, acoustic guitars and maybe a bass or two hung up. A dark grey couch sat in the middle of the room facing the west wall and a large flat-screen TV.
The TV in particular is what caught his attention. She was playing a video game. Timmy had never been one of those jerks who would gatekeep the gaming world and claim girls weren’t ‘real gamers’ because all they played was Super Mario; he prided himself on letting people enjoy what they enjoyed and welcoming them into the gaming world. This girl, though, was clearly a serious gamer. The game she was playing – one of his, if not his actual, favourite games – was a beautifully designed, complex game with so many quests, possible outcomes and hidden details that it had taken him close to a month and a half of near-fanatical gameplay to complete. It wasn’t a game that a casual gamer would take to.
The only thing was... he didn’t recognise the scene that Elora – the main character – was in. He was certain he’d played out every possible scenario the game had to offer – he'd obsessed over it so much and had replayed it multiple times since its release. In retrospect, sheer curiosity is the sole reason that he could figure why, when the girl came back, he managed to say Hey, I don’t recognise that scene, did you find another quest? without stuttering or stumbling over his words.
“The manager will be here in about 10 minutes” she replied bluntly before closing the door in his face. Timmy stood there dumbfounded, blinking at the closed dark beige door for longer than he cared to admit. Great, first pretty girl he’d met in a new city, and she thought he was no smarter than a panda. “Nice meeting you.”
#winx club#winx#tecmy#winx tecna#winx timmy#tecna x timmy#fanfiction#prompt#no longer a oneshot#but like... not a full story either#also#dont expect regular updates of this#it took me like two or three weeks to get this done#and its only like 1k words...
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
How Does Flower Delivery Work?
Another bleeding heart is D. eximia, the fringed bleeding heart. These are native to North America, and have milky white flowers and a ferny clump of light green grass. This is a delicate-appearing woodland plant, slow set up and growing only to 12 centimetres. Some varieties are the 'King of Hearts', with pink blooms in spring and again in early fall, and 'Langtrees' offers continuously blooming white floral designs.
youtube
Scabiosa. Also known as the pincushion flower, scabiosa is excellent for cutting and comes cut foliage from a wide variety of colors, from white to dark. There's cut flowers, plant every 2-3 weeks until mid-summer for extended bloom gather.
Superba Hybrids: Several ornamental hybrids been recently developed from the S. nemorosa species. They include 'Blue Queen', with violet-blue flowers, 'Miss Indigo' with deep indigo spikes of flowers, and 'Pink Friesland' with long spikes of rosy pink, among many. These have been bred for long showy blooming and hardiness through zones 3 to 9.
Take the bucket water into the garden with your entire family. Use a sharp pair of secateurs and cut the flower stems on an angle - a slanted cut allows a better intake of water. Remove all foliage from reduced portion on the stems they're able to stand under the water row. Place the flowers immediately in the.
First, however, Europeans and Americans may fail to be aware what six.8% means. Jiro and Akiko Sato be aware 4.8% in Japan is much flower export companies higher. Optimistic Akiko thinks the American equivalent just might be under 10% while pessimistic Jiro thinks that amount of payday loans zoomed by 10% sources that are. Statistics on this are very difficult to find though, so neither Akiko nor Jiro define. This 4.8% does not include people which given up looking for work. The dpi also doesn't include married women which discouraged from participating in the job industry for structural and cultural great. see more quit their jobs once they get married or have children. Costly and connected with availability of childcare encourage leaving work.
Getting married in a church or registry office means additionally, you will need an independent reception platform. To help cut the cost why not test getting married on a weekday or out of season (meaning not involving the months of May and October) as many reception venues are more desperate about your business and gives an "off peak"discount or you may basically be able to haggle as well as get cost you reduced.
The small ray of sunlight throughout these dark economic times is expected to widen as factory output is projected improve by 4.3 percent in April and further 6.1 percent in Will certainly. As Japan's economy depends on Exports, such growth is vital for Japan to go back prosperity. Match between the in global demand brought about the deepest recession in Japan as early as the end of World War II.
Smaller varieties of sedum make great rock garden and wall plantings little creeping sedum will cover an area and some can be part of ground covers that 100 % possible walk regarding. They are easy to grow and require almost no maintenance. They may be really carefree plants Sedum spurium 'John Creech' has bright green, dense foliage with mauve pink flowers and grows well between pavers or stepping stones. It is 3" tall just as soon as in bloom the overall height is 6". This sedum will grow in poor soil and is drought tolerant, but that like wet feet.
#wedding venue ireland#buy flowers#decorating with fall flowers|preserving flowers#bird of paradise flower#wholesale flowers|perennial flowers#flower care#buy wholesale flowers|trading spreads#freshcut fall flowers#fire and ice roses#allium flower blooms|wedding venue ireland#flower delivery|flower spike#grass plants#blue bell-shaped flowers|keeping flower fresh#flowers last#stock trading strategies#flower spike|annual flowers#local flower shops#prune tomato plants#alliums unique flowers|flowers on#wild flower seeds#send roses|inexpensive flower vases#fresh flowers last#flower design|fresh ct flowers#wilting flowers#flower arrangement considerations#flower design|wedding venue ireland#fresh cut flowers bouquet#flowering spike#flower garden|fire and ice roses#flower arrangement considerations|flower vases
1 note
·
View note
Photo
✦ Character Intro | Christopher Alexander ✦
Immortality is a burden that I don’t wish upon even my worse enemy.
______________________________✧________________________________
The Standards ✧ Trans Male (He/Him) | Unknown age although appears from 35 and up | Gay | Protagonist
Description ✧ A man coming at a solid six feet tall, thin yet softening body under fine clothes, wavy raven black hair with streaks of grey that falls to his shoulders, one eye a deep blue, the other a milky blue, a large scar running through it from his hairline to just to the left and below of his lips. With a sharp, straight nose, a chunky ring with a green stone always worn on his left middle finger, and a stare that almost sees through your soul.
Personality ✧ A stoic man who opens up around close friends and loved ones, Christopher Alexander is a social chameleon in any situation, flowing from one to another with practiced ease. From the lowest to the elite, he can find his way through any crowed. Dark humored and with a quick wit. With his friends he is soft spoken and laughs freely, a real laugh. With those he loves he can be different, depending on the time. One time he was loud and open with his love, making sure everyone knew, the second he was private and kept things to himself and his lover, and the final, he was a mix of the two. Then older and softer, as was his love.
Christopher built a temple in those yearly years, up in the mountains a little ways off from the home Morgan and he would occasionally stay. Compared to the white marble and gold that Helimire would grow to look like, this was much different. It was made of dark stone, and not perfectly smooth, with etchings of silver and bronze along some pieces of it. It was small, the inside nothing more than a large empty room, with a stone slab towards the front that was raised off the ground. It was tall enough someone could lay down on it without much effort, and wide enough for at least six people, and about 10 feet in length.
You couldn’t see it well from the outside unless you knew where to look, or were curious enough about the mountains to go snooping around. The front was supported by four pillars, two thick and rectangular, the two in the center, more carved out and designed like the pillars in Helimire. This was then almost fully camouflaged by the trees and vegetation that was already growing around the temple. It was near a mile walk from the home he had for himself (and his sister) that was settled in the mountains as well. He had some people he was close to at the time to help him built it, and it took nearly ten years to do so, and once it was finished, Christopher was in love.
While he himself wasn’t a religious man, due to what and who he was, he still liked the place for just the fact that it meant something to him. It was simple, and he found that if something did attempt to kill him, his revivification was... Much easier of a thing than if he were away from it.
While he had his home in the mountains outside of Helimire, he also had a home in the city itself, but much, much later down the road. He bought it for ease of travel to and fro meetings and general things he would do in the city. It was a simple but grand thing centered in between the library and the council building, he adored it. Christopher spent the majority of his time in the basement of it, a large thing renovated to suit his needs as a scientist and a doctor.
With this he helped the city, with his magic combined with his scientific knowledge, lead to some very good and powerful treatments for things that were needed. He enjoyed helping the citizens, and grew a reputation among them all with his good deeds, some where still suspicious of him, dude to his aloof and sometimes broody demeanor. Which... He thought was fair enough, at least they still respected him in some way.
So Christopher spent a few years living in Helimire and not his home in the mountains, moving some of his library to the residence in the city, giving some to the Library as well, knowing they needed to fill up its shelves, and they were books he no longer cared for, or had other editions of.
And in the years he spends there, he meets new friends and even new enemies, but more so new friends than anything. One came in the form of Council member and another high up doctor known as Elijah Crespi. The two of them formed a close friendship with ease, both of them enjoying old literature, fancy drinks, and sneering at rich bastards who stuck their noses up at those lesser than them.
Christopher tells Elijah about himself five years in, him being the first person he had told in many many years, and he was a little terrified of that truth. Elijah was someone very dear to Christopher, he adore the man.....Loved the man even. But that was something to deal with down the road, when times aren’t as scary as they end up being. A time for when they’re safe.
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Most 20 Zen Places on Earth
After an extended day at work, everyone could use a touch rest. However, rather than heading home to veg out on the couch, imagine being transported somewhere so tranquil and magical that your troubles simply melt away.
Around the globe (and miles faraway from the stresses of your day-to-day life), these idyllic and serene locations are the right antidote for what ails you. So relax, take a deep breath, and skim on to get the simplest places within the world to unwind and reflect. And when you're within the mood for a more invigorating trip, hit the slopes at one among the 9 Best Luxury Ski Resorts in America!
1) Angel Falls; Auyán-tepui, Venezuela
Angel Falls waterfall
Located in Canaima Park in Venezuela's Bolivar State, visiting Angel may be a life-changing experience. Standing 3,212 feet tall, Angel is that the tallest uninterrupted waterfall within the world. Despite the roaring waters cascading down the Auyán Tepui mountain, Angel is undeniably serene, the right place for a contemplative hike.
2) Loch Lomond; Scotland
Loch Lomond Scotland
While Scotland's Loch Ness could also be its most famous lake if it's serenity you're seeking, head to Loch Lomond. This placid, island-filled 27-mile lake, located within the Loch Lomond & The Trossachs park, offers stunning views of the luxurious vegetation the Scottish Highlands are known for. And for more great travel advice, don't miss these 30 Airport Secrets Only Insiders Know.
3) Periyar River; Kerala, India
Periyar River
The longest river within the South Indian state of Kerala, the Periyar River is understood for its tranquil waters and breathtaking natural surroundings. a well-liked destination for boaters, this gorgeous river, surrounded by the dense vegetation that fills Kerala's rolling hills, is as peaceful because it is picturesque.
4) Denali; Alaska, us
Denali Park Alaska
Shutterstock
Denali, formerly referred to as McKinley, has the very best elevation of any mountain top in America. Located within the six-million-acre Denali park and Preserve outside of Healy, Alaska, this frozen wonder is equal parts stunning and serene. And wherever you're traveling, make the journey more zen with these 20 ways to form travel less stressful.
5) Namib Desert; Namibia
Namib Desert Namibia
The Namib Desert, which spans the coast of Namibia, Angola, and South Africa remains amazingly untouched by human hands. Although it stretches for over 31,000 square miles, the Namib Desert is virtually uninhabited by humans, with only sand, ocean, and wildlife to greet you as you journey through its vast expanses. How's that for getting faraway from it all?
6) Redwood park; California, us
Redwood National Park
Shutterstock
This assemblage of northern California state and national parks is one of the foremost peaceful places on earth. Home to a number of the world's tallest trees, this coastal paradise, perfect for a meditative hike, feels miles faraway from the hustle and bustle of recent life. And are you traveling this holiday season? confirm to see out these beautiful beach towns this Christmas.
7) Khor Virap; Armenia
Khor Virap monastery
In the shadow of Armenia's Ararat, this monastery originally inbuilt 643 A.D., is, without a doubt, one among the foremost peaceful places on earth. Surrounded by vineyards, with the tranquil landscape of the Ararat plain below, a visit to Khor Virap is as peaceful because it gets. And if you are looking to travel, don't miss out on this secret trick which will prevent airfare.
8) Lumahai Beach; Kauai, Hawaii
Lumahai Beach waves
While all of Hawaii is understood for its picture-perfect scenery, few places are as serene as Lumahai Beach in Kauai. This white sand beach on Kauai's north shore is ideal for knowledgeable surfers who find themselves asleep on the water, or anyone apt to lose themselves within the music of waves crashing on the shore.
9) Lake Atitlan; Guatemala
Lake Atitlan Guatemala
When's the last time you boated through a volcanic crater? At Lake Atitlán Guatemala, topped by the clear sky and surrounded by the Sierra Madre mountains, the sole thing you will have to stress about is charting your course.
10) Ghost Ranch; New Mexico, us
Ghost Ranch retreat
Just outside of the Abiquiú village in New Mexico lies one among the foremost beautiful and peaceful retreats within us. Occupying 21,000 acres filled with red rock cliffs within the Piedra Lumbre Valley, this tranquil area is transformative, embodying the true spirit of the American Southwest.
11) Koh Lipe; Thailand
Koh Lipe island
Far from the frenetic pace of Bangkok and Nonthaburi is Koh Lipe, Thailand's best-kept secret. This island, surrounded by the Andaman Sea, is understood for its pristine white sand beaches, tranquil gem-toned waters, and cloudless blue skies.
12) Serengeti National Park; Tanzania, Africa
The Serengeti
If you would like to experience the true majesty of wildlife, there is no place like Serengeti park. This Tanzanian park, best known for its safaris, is home to many native African animals that roam its 5,700 square miles. If you're planning a visit, confirm to remain until dusk—the sunsets over the plains of the Serengeti are legendary.
13) Blue Lagoon; Grindavik, Iceland
Geothermal Blue Lagoon
Shutterstock/Bhushan Raj Timia
This peaceful natural geothermal spa maybe a tranquil place to observe your troubles melt away. Known for its milky blue water and stunning views of the lava field during which it's located, this relaxing spa is world-renowned for its supposed healing powers.
14) Shwedagon Paya; Myanmar
Shwedagon Paya monastery
Located atop Singuttara Hill in Myanmar's Yangon Region, this Buddhist monastery is among the foremost peaceful places on earth. Guarded by giant geography and filled with relics, including hair presumed to belong to Siddhārtha Gautama, this gilded monastery is about as peaceful an area as you will find anywhere. albeit you've got an extended journey before you, you'll make your trip less stressful and more fun with these travel hacks you will not find in any guidebook.
15) Plitvice Lakes; Croatia
Plitvice Lakes in Croatia
Croatia is understood for its natural beauty, and no place embodies the enchantment you will find here like Plitvice Lakes. This park is as calm as they are available, with nothing but waterfalls, mountains, and glass-like lakes to relax among.
16) The Stone Forest; Yunnan Provence, China
Stone Forest China
Lose yourself among the limestone formations that structure China's Stone Forest and find greater peace within the process. Also referred to as Shilin, this unique destination is rife with Chinese mythology, having been allegedly created when folk character Ashima turned to stone after being told she couldn't wed her true love.
17) Machu Picchu; Machupicchu District, Peru
Machu Picchu Peru
One of the New Seven Wonders of the planet, this former Incan citadel is a sight to behold. Thought to possess been built for emperor Pachacuti within the 15th century, Machu Picchu is home to a number of the foremost stunning views of the Sacred Valley below.
18) Halong Bay; Vietnam
Halong Bay Vietnam
Tranquil waters and islands at every turn make Halong Bay in Vietnam a worthwhile sight for any intrepid traveler. a well-liked boating destination, Halong Bay offers freedom from the disturbances of recent life, with just land and sky to occupy your thoughts.
19) Drepung Monastery; Lhasa, Tibet
Drepung Monastery Tibet
Situated at the bottom of lush Mount Gephel in Lhasa, Drepung Monastery is one of the earth's most peaceful places. This Tibetan Buddhist monastery, founded within the 1400s, has been meticulously maintained over the years, offering beautiful views both inside and out, perfect for the contemplative traveler.
20) Kopan Monastery; Kathmandu, Nepal
Kopan Monastery Nepal
High on a hill outside Kathmandu is Kopan Monastery, one among the foremost holy places in Nepal. Inhabited by Tibetan monks and surrounded by the breathtaking natural great thing about the Kathmandu countryside, a visit to Kopan is certain to relax even the foremost tightly-wound traveler. got to relax but do not have the funds for a world trip? Try these 30 Easy Ways to Fight Stress at the right reception.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Shadow
"As I emerge in the trials once more, a shiver runs down my spine, I look around, but only the pervading night eludes me... Then I saw it... that, that thing is not normal, it's horrific! I can't bare to look at it, but at the same time, I feel compelled to do so..."
Introducing "The Shadow" a killer designed from the input of many participants
Name: Donovan Wicker
DLC: Forbidden Knowledge
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Difficulty: Intermediate
Height: Tall
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Realm: Blackwater Swamp (Shaira's Offering)
Weapon: Spectre's ClawsSpeed: 115% (4.6 m/s)
Terror radius: 32 meters
Born mute, Donovan lived a quiet life as an only child in the suburbs of Louisiana. Donovan wasn't an outstanding student, he remained quiet, kept his head down and did what he was told, it's easy to follow directions when one cannot speak back. Days drifted, classes went by and Donovan remained a ghost in class, he preferred it that way. The few associates he grew accustomed to knew his manors, his ability to walk past silently and without drawing attention was a skill he honed, and he was virtually unnoticeable unless he presented himself.
Donovan would sneak out of his house at night often times, simply because he could, he enjoyed the freedom of the outdoors and he liked exploring the swamps nearby. Armed with nothing but a lighter he borrowed from a friend, each day he'd travel a little further, marking the places he's seen, and returning before anyone noticed he was gone, it was a nightly habit for him.
It didn't take long until Donovan found himself deep within those swamps he considered his second home. He stumbled upon a worn down hut, curiosity bested him as he ventured forth into the structure. He was greeted by an older woman, not a word was spoken between the two, but at the same time, it was as if he knew everything about the strange woman in front of him. In a heartbeat he could feel the world around him shift, and become clearer, yet darker at the same time. The woman showed him the powers she possessed, and the magic she practiced. The strange practices the woman carried didn't unsettle Donovan, it only continued to intrigue him.
Each night he spent with the woman was the highlight of his day, his grades in class were slowly steeping, he spent even less time with the few friends he had and would venture back to the swamps earlier and earlier each day. The woman showed him incantations and different forms of divination to see into the future, Augury was her preferred type of incantations, for weaving into sinister magic and creating foul fetishes could bring evil. This was a staple in Donovan's mind, it was enforced constantly that the consequences of magic can be harsh and cruel.
While Donovan wasn't inherently malicious, he grew curious and that burning question inside him grew louder and louder with each passing week, each passing day, hour by hour, he had to know what exactly it was like to use foul magics. No longer would he be the silent attendee in her practices, he needed to figure it out on his own path.The woman had very little notes available about using the sinister forces for one's own bidding, but he knew vaguely about it. He snuck into her house during broad daylight, the woman was nowhere to be seen, yet he remained silent as he sifted through her home, scrying her house using the remains of a swamp hare, the bones directed him to a loose board beneath on the floor of the hut, carefully he opened it, and found a small book wrapped tightly in thorns. He knew this was what he was looking for, his curiosity had to be sated, he needed to perform the forbidden incantations.
Sinister voodoo required more than simply animal parts or the nature surrounding oneself, it requires sacrifices of body and mind. The further he delved into the book the wronger it felt, but it was all more he needed to know. Donovan knew he couldn't stay, and he took the book back to his home to examine it later.
There was no harm in using foul means to help others Donovan convinced himself, there was so much good he can do by sacrificing a little bit of himself each day. It started simple, using the sinister forces at hand to silence wrongdoers and help his friend in an abusive relationship by turning the tables. Weeks passed, and he'd try to visit the hut as often as possible, hoping the woman wouldn't notice the missing book, but the foul forces were beginning to take their toll.
Donovan's pale skin was milky and ashen, his lean physique gaunt and bleak. There was no hiding the effects the book has had on him, and the woman knew the entire time. It was too late for him, he knew this before she even explained, the draw of magic can be sinister, to become a monster to defeat one is a sacrifice that should never be made. It was far too late, she knew she couldn't prevent his actions by the time she foresaw it, his fate lies in the whims of the greater force that held power over the book.
Donovan grew even more distant in the passing days, stricken with paranoia, he wore dark clothing in layers as the sun grew harsh upon his skin. He would spend more time indoors, practicing futile attempts to renew his humanity, but the whispers grew closer each day. Day in and day out, the shadows loomed closer, the days passed by unnoticed to him and it was impossible to ignore the voices that surrounded him. Donovan frantically flipped through the barbed-ridden book, frantically searching for anything that could help, but as the shadows grew nigh, and the spidery tendrils creeped out of the walls surrounding him, he made a desperate attempt, an attempt for power, anything that could make him stronger to overtake the force that wanted to take hold of him. He didn't want to become a slave, rather, become an advocate for the entity that granted him his power. All that was required of him was his remaining limbs.
Appearance
The Shadow wears a long hood that drapes over him, covering his face, despite having no visible features underneath. The hood coveres the majority of his body above the torso, what remains of his legs underneath is but a trail of shadow, as he has no visible legs. The Shadow makes very little sound, mostly his soft breathing or agitated sighs when stunned. He makes no footsteps when moving due to a lack of feet.
The Shadow's weapon of choice is his spectral claws. The Shadow has a bony claw from his right hand, on a lunge he will extend the sharpened fingers out. On a successful hit, the hand will disappear into shadow and he grows a new one, spreading his fingers out as it is reformed.
The Shadow's power: Encroaching Darkness
Using the powers he granted himself using forbidden rituals, The Shadow uses his new-formed powers to induce fear into his prey
-Passively, survivors in your terror radius will suffer from growing stages paranoia
-Using your power will cause any survivors looking directly at you to react differently depending on their level of paranoia
-Survivors can only be affected by your active power once every 10 seconds
-Paranoia can only be recovered when a survivor is hooked
Stage 1 - Activates immediately upon entering your terror radius. Survivors will suffer an action speed penalty when near other survivors. Survivors will not react to your active power
Stage 2 - Survivors will suffer from penalties in stage 1 and your heartbeat always sounds at the maximum distance to survivors in your radius and your red stain is hidden to them. Survivors looking directly at you will be hindered (15%) for 5 seconds from your active power.
Stage 3 - Survivors who reach stage 3 paranoia will reveal their location to The Shadow Survivors will suffer from penalties in stage 2 and refuse to work with other survivors, screaming in terror when another survivor interacts with them. Survivors will also suffer from the blindness status effect. Survivors looking directly at you will scream in terror and be unable to move for a brief duration from your active power. Stage 3 will last for 30 seconds before returning to stage 2
(Additional notes) Paranoia passively is gained at 4% per second while in your terror radius. Hitting a survivor instantly causes 40% paranoia. Using your power causes you to stop moving for 1 second as you unveil your hood, causing the shadows within you to disperse. Paranoia decreases at a rate of 5% per second while dying or away from your terror radius. Paranoia is removed when being hooked. Survivors will scream in terror and shake in place for 2 seconds from your power or upon interaction with another survivor. Survivors in stage 3 paranoia will constantly hear disembodied whispers.
Mori - (Shared PoV). Camera face to face with the survivor as they stand up facing away from The Shadow. The Shadow looms behind the survivor as his bony claw emerges from his hood. The Shadow will slowly reach his hand toward the survivor's head as the disembodied whispers grow louder and louder, the survivor will attempt to block out the noise by covering their ears as The Shadow's claw gets closer before abruptly stopping along with the voices. The Shadow abruptly Impales the survivor's skull with his claw as he slowly pulls them into him, the survivor dies a silent death leaving no corpse.
The Shadow's Perks, Phantasms, Banishment and Enthrall help him confuse survivors and greatly influence how they react in a chase.
The Shadow's Perks:
Phantasms - An intricate incantation that can send copies of oneself to deliver a message to another. Survivors not within your terror radius will occasionally hear a false terror radius getting closer over the duration of 10 seconds, during this time they cannot hear your own terror radius. If you are within 12 / 16 / 20 meters of a survivor under the effects of this perk your terror radius will replace it and their location is revealed to you for 3 seconds.
Survivors can only be affected by this perk once every 60 - 120 seconds.
"The spirits can take form of your chosing, and send the message to someone you can think of." - Shaira Rivers
Unique to The Shadow until Level 30, at which point its Teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Killers
Banishment - A malevolent curse that can disconnect the chosen from the anchors of the reality they are in. Upon the start of a chase, the survivor you are chasing will be unable to interact with pallets for 12 / 16 / 20 seconds. This effect can only activate every 40 seconds.
"I cannot help you know, you have made your own decisions in the way of Obeah, your fate lies in your own hands." - Shaira Rivers
Unique to The Shadow until Level 35, at which point its Teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Killers
Enthrall - A simple incantation that Shaira taught Donovan that could be used on the simple minded in an instant. Whenever you link eye contact with a survivor you can see, the survivor looking at you will be unable to look away and have their field of view decreased (1st person pov) for 4 / 6 / 8 seconds. This perk has a 30 second cooldown.
"Look at me and pay attention... Ah... so you are stronger than I thought..." - Shaira Rivers
Unique to The Shadow until Level 40, at which point its Teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Killers
Common
Murky Water - A bottle filled with water underneath Shaira's hut. Slightly increases the passive speed at which survivors gain paranoia. (15%)
Swamp Moss - Moss scrapped from the trees in the swamp. Increases the action speed penatly for survivors in stage 1 paranoia. (10%)
Uncommon:
Bone Marrow - The bone marrow from a dead hare Shaira killed in her hut. Moderately Decreases the time at which survivors can be affected by your power (2.5 seconds). Slightly increases the duration of your power on survivors (20%)
"You see, everything we do requires a focus, animal or no, otherwise you're allowing the magic to be unbound" - Shaira Rivers
Scrapped Note - A note filled with scribbles from a failed ritual. Survivors looking directly at you within your terror radius suffer from tremendously increased paranoia rate. (75%)
Rare:
Monarch's Wings - Wings from a monarch butterfly. Considerably reduces the time at which survivors can be affected by your active power again. (5 seconds)
Ritualistic Twigs - Twigs commonly used by Sharia and Donovan for their augury. Survivors who reach enter a different stage of Paranoia have their auras revealed to you for 5 seconds.
Very Rare:
Severed Tendon - A tendon severed from Donovan's leg in his desperate attempt to change his fate. Considerably increases the hindered effect of your active power. (20%) Survivors in stage 3 paranoia suffer from the hindered status effect after being stunned for 3 seconds (15%). Moderately increases the time at which a survivor can be affected by your active power again (4 seconds).
Bottled Wish - A small glass bottle capped with a cork containing the deepest desires of Donovan. Moderately increases the passive rate of paranoia (40%). Considerably increases the duration of your active power on survivors (40%). Considerably increases paranoia inflicted from your active power. (40%) Slightly reduces the duration of rank 3 paranoia (5 seconds)
"Just whisper your deepest wish into the bottle, I will save it for later when you need it most." - Shaira Rivers
Ultra Rare:
Book of Thorns - The accursed book that Donovan used to perform the forbidden rites. The terrible knowledge within unlocks tremendous potential within The Shadow's power. Moderately reduces your movement speed (6%). Survivors in stage 3 paranoia will take 1 stage of damage from your direct power. Considerably reduces the paranoia inflicted from your active power. (50%)
"There are malevolent spirits around us, but it is up to you to block them out, and stray from danger."
Severed Fibula - One of the limbs Donovan sacrifced in a desperate attempt to change his fate. Trapped life essence within unlocks tremendous potential within The Shadow's power. Survivors in stage 3 paranoia can no longer vault windows or pallets
"It is still bloody... with my blood... my... blood..."
Offering:
Bloody Splinter - Allows you to take on the role of The Shadow for the next trial. Your current Perks and Add-ons will not be used.
"So you've heard about Obeah, yes?"
Introducing: Shaira Rivers
DLC: Forbidden Knowledge
Gender: Female
Age: 38
Role: The Theurgist
Ethnicity: Jamaican
Difficulty: Easy
Practicing Obeah was frowned upon in Louisiana, so Shaira decided to make a life out on her own in the swamps where she could be left undisturbed. Sharia found it easy to survive on her own in the swamps, the magic she practiced guided her path and made living a fair effort, and at last, she was unburdened by society, able to do what she wanted as a free spirit. The whispers were benevolent at first, guiding Shaira in what to practice and when and she would record it all in books, day by day, page by page, she recorded the knowledge she was taught and was able to become a powerful spiritualist.
Shaira never grew tired of her practices, as she knew there was an unlimited potential in Obeah, and it was impossible for her to learn it all, so the only thing she found reasonable to do was to learn as much as possible before it was her time. Her favorite practices were related to Augury and Divination, which helped her perceive the world around her, find her possible destiny and predict the future. Most incantations and rituals were simple, only requiring animal parts, the mud beneath her or the roots of the plants that grew in the swamp.
One day, the voices that surrounded her grew silent, and for the first time in years Shaira felt alone. Her foresight predicted something she couldn't understand, but she knew it was going to happen today, but she didn't know what to expect and especially didn't see the loneliness it would bring. A gentle thud at the entrance to her hut, while quiet, it was everything to Shaira, as it meant she wouldn't be alone anymore. There was nobody there, least none she could see by her own. The only thing left was a book wrapped in thorns, and as she picked it up all at once the voices that abandoned her arrived, wailing and pleading her to stop, she dropped the barbed book in panic, immediately knowing the implications of what was inside.
She did not know how or why she was given the accursed book, but she knew it was her duty to prevent it from getting into the wrong hands, thus she hid it away from everyone beneath the hut she lived in. It was unsettling being so close to something that the voices around deemed forbidden, but she took solace knowing they had not truly left her.
Her perceived fate changed when she was abruptly greeted by a young pale man, there was something about him she couldn't quite figure out, the voices gave no word to her, and it was her decision to teach him the ways of Obeah. She knew from the moment she saw him that not only was he incapable of speech, but he would also become a worthy practitioner.
She taught him the basics she learned years ago, every night was something new, she had not had live company in over a decade, and now she was teaching another the ways she learned herself. It was strange that the voices she had warmed up to grew quiet every time he was near, it was unsettling, but she took comfort in the of teaching a student.
As Shaira was away from her hut in the afternoon, she felt an insurmountable measure of dread, something was horribly wrong, someone did her horribly wrong. It was too late, the voices grew louder, it was her fault for leading someone into the ways of Obeah, it was her fault for not being careful of the insatiable curiosity that her student had. It was never enough for him, and she realized far too late. There was nothing she could do by the time she returned, the barbed book was gone and in the hands of her new student. Weeks passed, she couldn't bring it up, for she knew the consequences of doing so, the best course of action for her was to never acknowledge it or hint of its existence. She could see the book had already taken its toll on him, she could feel the air grow colder every time he was near, the spirits were claiming him, the entity had him in its clutches and soon he would be ready to harvest.
He stopped arriving days later, the man was nowhere to be seen and Shaira prepared for the worst, her appointed duty in protecting the book from prying eyes was a failure. Shaira lit every candle in her hut, filled every vase with swampwater. If she was going to be taken out of this reality, she wanted to bring a part of herself with it. She would not face her fate emptyhanded
Shaira's perks Augury, Dimensional Jaunt and Foresight help her maneuver the map quickly and locate objectives.
Shaira's Perks:
Augury - A simple ritual that requires deep focus and timing to reveal what lies ahead. Upon cleansing a totem, completely healing yourself or another survivor or finishing a generator, reveal the killer for 3 / 4 / 5 seconds and all objectives (totems, generators, exit gates, chests, blacklock) within 32 / 40 / 48 meters of each survivor for 6 / 8 / 10 seconds. (Survivors can only see the aura of the objectives within themselves, they are also added to a currently equipped map)
"Some call it premonition, but I know the true path that lies ahead."
Unique to Shaira Rivers until Level 30, at which point its Teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Survivors
Dimensional Jaunt - A careful incantation to separate the body from the realm it currently resides in to quickly move through the astral plane. After spending 8 seconds within a locker, exiting will cause you to teleport to another random locker at least 40 meters away. This perk has a 90 / 75 / 60 second cooldown
"There's so much lying beneath the veils of reality..."
Unique to Shaira Rivers until Level 35, at which point its Teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Survivors
Foresight - Upon entering the killer's terror radius, reveal the aura of the killer to all survivors for 4 / 6 / 8 seconds. Whenever the killer's aura is revealed to you, you leave no scratch marks.
This perk has a 60 / 50 / 40 second cooldown
"I don't just recieve visions, I make them."
Unique to Shaira Rivers until Level 40, at which point its Teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Survivors
Shaira is clad in a beige sleeveless shirt and black leather leggings. Shaira also wears gold bracelets
If you like this then don’t forget to check out my other concepts on my blog.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
A PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG.
NAME. Grindael -- he who died smiling. commonly pronounced and spelled as “Grendel.”
NICKNAME(S). any variation of the word monster. asshole. dickhead. gren.
ALIAS(ES). he’s had quite a few, working in the mundy world as he has. he used to tell people he was a god -- “the destroyer” -- and when that stopped working, he stuck to human names. currently, his joke-name is “dick butkis,” and the name on his fake IDs / licenses is “Gren Kabandha.” his pen name is “G. Rindil.” he’s ... incredibly lame.
AGE. 1676. appears to be early-to-mid 30′s.
SPECIES. a subset of water dragon ( cetus, or ceti ) descended from surviving evolutionary strands of aquatic dinosaurs, reptiles, and mammalia. gren’s particular bloodline has its roots in late spinosaurus specimens.
GENDER. androgynous / masculine agender. trans guy, to simplify the lot.
ORIENTATION. he likes boys and anyone close to boys.
INTERESTS. watercolors, printmaking, illustrating, writing poetry and long-form fiction + personal essays, lyricism, reading, philosophizing, protesting, consuming rock and roll, working on cars, tinkering with things, astronomical studies, biological and paleontological research, creating electronic music, recording his own vocals, and relearning bass guitar one-handed. has a particular talent for beat-boxing that nobody really knows about. he also likes doing hair.
PROFESSION. he’s worked as a moving guy, both for trucks and for trains, wagons, and cargo ships. he’s an unemployed starving artist during the events of TWAU, but in modern-day, he takes up several professions depending on verse -- either as a philosophy / literature professor with Totally Real Credentials and a Totally Real Teaching Degree, a hairdresser, a tech guy for a touring musical group, or a freelance mechanic running cheap repairs out of his own garage.
BODY TYPE. scrawny in his human form in TWAU; at his peak, he’s broad-chested and well-muscled in the upper body, with thick thighs, a small waist, and wider hips than anticipated. his monster form varies along with his health, but remains at a general constant: ape-like and gigantic, with stubby back legs and long, powerful forelimbs, a streamlined body, a round stomach, a toothy jaw, and a crested head.
EYES. pale greenish-blue. white and milky in monster form.
HAIR. dark, chocolate brown -- almost black -- without any dye; raven-colored, after the addition of blue highlights and purple undertones. curly naturally; these days, he tends to slick it back or tie it up into a bun.
SKIN. dusky and red-yellow-tinted. a lot of warmth in it; hardly any blue pigmentation, save for when he’s sick or scared and the color drains out of his face. medium-to-dark-skinned. visibly nonwhite. sparsely freckled, in all stages of glamour -- though he’s an odd off-white in monster form; a skin color intended to help him blend in with the cold, bleak danish cliffs.
FACE. handsome, long, and narrow in human form. strong roman nose with a bumpy bridge from too many prior breaks. plush lips. bulky eyebrows and deep-set eyes that always seem tired. high cheekbones. long, curly eyelashes. unglamoured, it’s a hatchet-jawed, sunken-stare hellpit with a sharp fin slicing the space just above his skull; jagged, protruding angler-teeth. a bold scar cuts across the right side of his mug regardless of the body he’s in.
HEIGHT. 5′5″ while glamoured, around 10 feet when he’s hunching unglamoured -- but easily 12 to 15 feet tall when he straightens himself upright.
COMPANIONS. holly, lily, nerissa, faith, mary, and -- more infrequently -- gwen and briar rose. he can hang with lawrence and flycatcher, too, since they’re gentle enough for him to handle. he fits in better with the girls.
ANTAGONISTS. briefly snow white, but they made up. he has an intermittent rivalry with bigby wolf and a former rivalry with king hrothgar and beowulf, but his true enemies are the enemies of the people he loves -- georgie, jersey, the crooked man, the tweedles, and ichabod crane.
COLORS. gold, navy blue, burgundy red, tawny orange, swamp green, pale yellow, turquoise.
FRUITS. strawberries, starfruit, honeydew, mango, guava, dragonfruit, lime.
DRINKS. iced tea, lemonade, vodka smoothies, almond milk, iced water at 3AM.
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? cherry brandy and decent rum.
SMOKES? socially.
DRUGS? painkillers, mostly. to dull the noise. and everything else.
DRIVERS LICENSE? yeah, but he has to periodically renew it whenever he kills off an alias.
TAGGED BY: I stole it from my other blog, @pohocounty
TAGGING: all y’all
#memes.#gren.#long post /#i just ... have so much more to say about gren#than i do dulu#because dulu is intentionally secretive as shit and canon withholds information about him in a major way#gren has so many canonical sources illustrating such a broad range of character and personality and moral shift#hes so ........ Much. theres so much more to him thats actually Accessible to me.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
A conclusion
Today I feel weak. I am sad to say that I have decided to fly home and end my trip all together. It’s been a wild, incredible ride.
I don’t think I have it in me to go back into solitude for a couple hundred more miles at this moment and I so badly want to go home to comforts and sleep with my cat. I think that recognizing ones limitations is a strength; and right now it’s hard for me to give myself this affirmation. There is no doubt that I am and will inevitably feel guilt about not meeting my goals of mileage on the trail, and I know I will be processing this for months to come.
I am trying to brace myself for the shock of being back to an over-stimulating, loud, fast-paced life where one can easily travel miles with such speed. A life of conveniences and accessibility. A life of societal standards and expectations. A life where it is too easy to be critical of oneself and where there is hyperawareness of how one is perceived.
Today, I walk on a moving sidewalk to my gate in the airport, reflecting, feeling exposed as I wipe tears streaming down my cheeks with my long sleeved hiking shirt. I take out my sunglasses for a little privacy. I want to throw up, I am overwhelmed with panic and fear. I will be flying over half the distance of the pct at 1610 miles from Portland to Dallas. As I board the plane, the gate agent asks me if I’m okay, I quickly nod and continue. I want to be invisible.
The sounds of phones, electronic toys, and grumpy children echo in the plane cabin. The volume feels amplified. I feel uncomfortably close to the passenger who takes the middle seat next to me. The screen on the seat in front of me displays an image of a flight attendant; she smiles assuringly, trapped within the illuminated surface, positioned next to digital entertainment options. I turn off the screen.
It feels like I have a large marble in my throat, making it hard to swallow, and my stomach is in tight knots. I have never wanted off of a plane more in my life, I try to focus on my breath, inhaling and exhaling into my tear soaked bandana. I will not have a panic attack on this plane.
I had heard of post-trail depression from hikers and that ending a long-distant hike can feel like coming down from a drug, that it can feel very shocking and isolating- after having such an intense experience that generally most people cannot understand.
It’s 5:30 am. I slide open the plane window and stare at the dimly lit, dawn sky, imagining waking in my tent. Mt. Hood stands tall on the horizon line. I miss the trail already, but no longer feel emotionally fit to continue. Am I making a mistake? It’s possible. All I know is I feel alone right now, and I don’t know that I have the emotional strength to be alone, yet I also have the impulse to hide, I feel like a burden to others; like an alien, broken, jobless, and unsure of what I want, coming home on impulse. I am battling the feeling of failure. Will I feel even more isolated off trail?
I take a reminder from the trail- that I can make this what I want. I can take this gaping hole in my chest and fill it with my worst fears and panic. I can feel upset, embarrassed, ashamed, and disappointed in myself. I can dread making decisions of what comes next. Or, I can be proud of the hardships that I’ve overcome. I can fill that hole with the love and support I have from others. I can remember that the trail will always be there and I can come back and complete sections that are unfamiliar to me in the future. I can remember that everything is temporary and life is always fleeting.
Some just aren’t as strong as they hope to be. But then again, how does one define strength? Is strength different for everyone? Is there strength in feeling weak? Is there strength in embracing emotion? I certainly started my journey thinking so. Right now, I am vulnerable; a hiker disconnected from their pack, unsure of what home is; a turtle without a shell; a soft interior, exposed.
I’ll remember being weighed down by my newly acquainted pack, hunching over, waiting for Andi to pick me up after arriving at the LAX airport before starting my hike. I’ll remember how naive I felt after completing my first section, inexperienced, unaware, and full of doubt, post-holing in snow, the hidden trail and fearing for my life. I’ll remember the light blue, milky ice lakes of Silver Pass. I’ll remember the river crossings through white water that took 30 minutes to navigate; mostly because I was too scared to do it. I’ll remember the lonesomeness I felt looking out of my tent into the vacant white landscape. I’ll remember the intense pain I felt as my blistered feet trekked my first North California section. I’ll remember the fluorescent, chartreuse lichen adorning massive pine forests. I’ll remember the incredible scents of mountain sage, cedar, sap and sugar pine. I’ll remember facing my fear of heights, hiking the loose rocky Sierra Buttes, and the vertigo. I’ll remember when descents felt more painful than inclines, and walking slow. I’ll remember hiking my first 10 miles by 10 am, feeling light and invincible. I’ll remember feeling like a bottomless pit for calories. I’ll remember my sweat-soaked, dirt-crusted clothes and salty body. I’ll remember pushing through my first over-20 mile day in the burns of Lassen National Park and camping in a thunderstorm, puddles in my tent. I’ll remember the long water carries in 85+ degree, shadeless heat of Old Station. Ill remember the green meadows freckled with wildflowers. I’ll remember giving myself the agency to speak my mind to strangers, uncensored, and in return being called critical and defensive. I’ll remember the isolation I felt in regards to my identity. I’ll remember the generosity from strangers, hitchhiking and trail magic. I’ll remember the joy I felt as I started my first Oregon section and the weep-y lichen draping over dramatic tree limbs. I’ll remember the 300 miles of aggressive, giant mosquitos in the green tunnel of Oregon; wearing my non-breathable rain jacket, steaming. I’ll remember night-hiking under a starry sky, through massive lava fields, feeling like I’m on another planet. I’ll remember the incredible blues of Crater Lake and one of the most beautiful sunrises I’ve witnessed. I’ll remember hiking 30 miles in one day on the flattest section of the trail, feeling dizzy at the end of the day, scrambling to find a site to tent in the dark. I’ll remember the silver, ghostly, burnt trees; a hauntingly beautiful forest that seemed to whisper old tales. I’ll remember when I was so captivated by the tundra of Mt. Jefferson, that I briefly forgot about the mosquitos. I’ll remember feeling happy to step in snow again. Ill remember the bear, the weasel, the coyote, the many deer, lizards, snakes, jays, and the birds I could only hear and never identify. I’ll remember the loose soil that seemed impossible to hike through around Mt. Hood, and the purple lupin reaching up from the soil. I’ll remember the tiny ecosystems, like terrariums, growing on decomposing logs. I’ll remember the rhythm, the rocking and rolling, the gliding, stumbling, falling, dancing and flying. I’ll remember telling landmarks how beautiful they are as if they would reply. I’ll remember the magic of the lone hummingbirds visiting me. I’ll remember the cool breezes around the bend and the expansive views on the ridges. I’ll remember being totally present and meditative. I’ll remember my breakdowns and panic attack’s. I’ll remember the deafening silences in the night. I’ll remember the symphony of morning birds. I’ll remember the street-light moon. I’ll remember the fiery skies at dusk and the alpenglow. And I’ll remember making it to Bridge of the Gods on the Columbia River, walking halfway, against traffic with no pedestrian lane. I’ll remember the overwhelming support I’ve had from my friends and family.
I am sure I will return to the Pacific Crest Trail in due time. And I am already looking forward to my return.
Thank you all so much for keeping up with my journey. If your heart desires such a thing, I hope you get a chance to experience the trail for yourself.
With love,
Lauren (Cam)
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Top most Important things to Do in Jodhpur
The blue-washed buildings of Jodhpur, Rajasthan's second largest city, blend harmoniously with the milky white marble ramparts of the 15th century Mehrangarh Fort. The old city of Jodhpur is a must-see as it is one of the prettiest and most and as you explore its narrow lanes and its quaint bazaars with taxi cab in Jodhpur, you will also discover that Jodhpur is peppered with many magnificent masterpieces - miniature paintings, armoury, architectural edifices and palaces. Some welcome change in this medieval town: ATMs and hotels.
Visiting to Mehrangarh Fort
Mehrangarh Fort is definitely not to be missed. It features several exceptional monuments that are well worth exploring. There are seven grand gates inside the fort, all built around 1730 AD. It is the most popular visiting place in Jodhpur with many people coming here to see it. Usually, Mehrangarh Fort remains crowded throughout the day but you will get to see it at its best during sunset. While you are here, why not relax with this hill-fort standing 400 feet above the ground you have to hire online taxi in Jodhpur for going at pick which offers the Great spectacles that you will come across in Rajasthan.
Enjoy Some Precious Moments at Jaswant Thada
Jaswant Thada is counted among the most famous touristic spots in Jodhpur. The cenotaph was built by the orders of Maharaja Sardar Singh in 1899 to commemorate his father, Maharaja Jaswant Singh II. The striking memorial is adorned with intricate carvings and comprises a tiered garden and impressive gazebos. It is said that it took 10 years to complete this 30-ft tall cenotaph, which can be visited from 9.00 AM to 6.00 PM every day except on the "Himmayakashi Utsav" day when rules are relaxed a bit. For transportation services to visiting Jodhpur hire cab service Jodhpur.
Rappel from the Tallest Rocks in Soorsagar
If you are looking for adventure in Jodhpur, rappelling in Soorsagar is one of the best activities to try. The best part about the rappelling adventure is that even if you are unable to make it to the top while descending down, there are people waiting for you at the bottom to safely bring you back to the ground. Adventurous hotspot is just 13 km away from Jodhpur so you can go there by hire taxi service Jodhpur.
Umaid Bhawan Palace
This is one of the world’s largest palaces, and it is now a huge museum also. The fun fact about this place intrigued me so I decided to dig deep. The biggest palace in India was built by Jats during 11thcentury, who was loyalists of Rajput kings. A famous Indian politician R.S.Morti Malhotra, constructed this palace on March 17th, 1980 and designed it like a royal palace of an era gone past. It sprawls across 26 acres and has a Bamboo and coir factory and a zoo also.
For more information
Website – https://www.jodhpurtaxibooking.com/
Call – +91-9414700816
Email - [email protected]
#taxi service in jodhpur#cab services in jodhpur#online taxi booking in jodhpur#jodhpur taxi service
0 notes
Text
Please Take Care of Us > k.th
Chapter 33.
I sit backstage of Music Bank with my headphones in trying to listen to music to block out the sound of my rapidly beating heart. I feel like I could burst, I'm so nervous! I'm so fucking nervous! Yuna has been running around like crazy because Byungchan called in sick. 'Sick.' More like packing our bags for our trip tonight. I planned everything out to the T. I hope nothing goes wrong.
Fuck, I think I'm going to throw up. I close my eyes and start fanning my face. My phone starts vibrating and I look down at it reluctantly. BANG PD. "Hello?" I mutter still fanning my face. "Are you ready for today?!" He asks excitedly. "I think I'm going to throw up." I whisper into the headphone mic before putting my head back. "You're going to do great! I'm so happy for you!" His excitement makes me smirk but the feeling doesn't go away. "Just remember, you're going to have to keep this a secret for as long as possible." He reminds me and I lick my dry lips. "I know." I mutter hoarsely, I don't want to talk about this right now. Or, talk to anyone, in fact. I just want to get this performance over with and get to it. "I'm very proud of you. You are a great man." Bang PD says and I can hear him clapping. "Thanks, PD-nim." I whisper. "You're nervous right? I'll let you go! Taehyung, you're going to do great!" "Thank you." I say clearing my throat before hanging up.
I start to sputter my lips and rolling my neck getting ready for the performance. I bounce my knees wildly before jumping up and trying to calm my frantic heart. I feel like I'm going on a new concert stage, in a new country where I don't know what the fans reception will be like. I open my eyes watching Mark from GOT7 shamelessly flirt with my girlfriend and I roll my eyes. Give it a fucking rest, guy. She's mine. Of course, he doesn't know that. I walk over and place my hand on the small of her back. "Aegi." I mutter loud enough for Mark to hear. She looks over at me and smiles, completely unphased that Mark is trying to shamelessly take my woman. Good girl. She only has eyes for me. "What's up?" She asks fixing some of my hair. Mark narrows his eyes at me and I can't help but bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling. "My shoulders hurt, aegi." I whine rolling my shoulders back, "Okay." She says patting my arm. "I'll talk to you later!" She says to Mark in English. I smile at him and wave before pulling Yuna back over to the chair I was originally sat in. "You know he was trying to flirt with you, right?" I ask as she pulls down my stage jacket and starts to massage my shoulder. "He was?" She asks cluelessly, "It's okay. I know you only have eyes for me." I say patting her knee. "That's right." She says looking around before kissing my forehead quickly. I chuckle and massage her knee. "What do you want to do tonight?" She asks as I put my headphones into my pocket. I bite my lip as my heart starts to pick up again, the incident made me forget for a second. "We can go out to eat." I say looking up, she looks down with a raised eyebrow. "No. We can't." She says with a laugh. "I'll figure it out." I say before biting some skin off my lip. "Are you sure?" She asks quietly. "We haven't had a date night in forever." I say as Jimin walks over to us with a big smile on his face. "What's up?" He asks happily, "Nothing. Tae feels sore." Yuna mutters rubbing my shoulders making me groan. "Ah." He says, his smiling not leaving. I smack his calf gritting my teeth. She'll definitely know something is up if he keeps smiling like the fucking Cheshire Cat. He shrugs and walks away with a chuckle.
We get off stage and walk back into our green room panting hard. I sit down and look on as Taeyeon puts loose curls into Yuna's hair. Ha Young noona also did her makeup. She looks like a princess. No, not a princess. A queen. My queen. I wipe my forehead with tissues before grabbing some water. Yuna looks at me through the mirror and she smiles at me giving me a thumbs up. I smirk and give her a thumbs up back. "The bird has landed!" Jin yells running into the room and I put my head into my hands. What a dumb code line. Byungchan hyung has put the bags in the car, that's what the bird has landed means. Jin made it up. Dumb. Yuna looks up at him confused and he blows her a hand kiss jumping next to Hoseok hyung. "What is going on?" She asks with a laugh. "Nothing. They're stupid." Yoongi mutters touching Taeyeon noona's back as he passes. I smile at his small, but meaningful reactions. Yoongi hyung was a really cool man. I'm happy he is dating someone. I hope he is as happy as I am.
We get back to the dorms and I put my hand on my heart. I feel faint, like I'm about to debut all over again. "Don't worry hyung. It's going to be amazing. We'll be in a van not too far behind you. You have all of us. You aren't alone." Jungkook says leaning against the hallway wall as I press my hand against the wall steadying myself. "Just show her how much you love her. It's going to be perfect." Jimin says rubbing my back. "What if she says no?" I whisper closing my eyes feeling heat radiate from my neck, I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. "That's not even an option." Namjoon hyung says from the doorway. "You should get going, Daegu is far from here." Yoongi says peaking his head out. I slip on my Spazzolato Leather Derby Shoes and look in the mirror fixing my white line suede jacket and putting my head back licking my lips. "Do I look okay?" I ask looking back at the mirror. My blonde hair dangles over my eyes and I bite my lip looking at my attire. "You look like a fashion king, as usual." Jin says fixing my black ripped jeans. "Daegu is 3 hours away." My Daegu brother reminds me. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." I mutter putting on my sunglasses. "Do you have the ring?" Hoseok asks peaking out of the living room. "Oh fuck!" I mutter running to my room. I grab the leather box and stuff it into my Gucci snake handbag. You fucking idiot. What if you forgot it! I curse under my breath and walk back out. "I feel so bad for him. He's so nervous!" Jin whines, "You try doing this!" I snap at him before calling the elevator. "Okay...I'm doing this. This is real life! I'm doing this!" I say smacking the elevator button a bunch of times making the guys laugh at me. "We'll be right behind you. don't worry. Tonight is going to be amazing!" Jimin says hugging me tightly. I groan hearing the elevator ding. I bite my lip and step in. "Has he been this nervous in his whole life?" I hear Hoseok ask as the doors close.
"Baby!" I call out walking into Yuna's apartment. Her bedroom is the only light in the otherwise dark apartment. I walk down the hallway not even bothering to take off my shoes. "Yuna?" I call out as I reach the door. My hands clutch desperately at the Gucci bag I hold as I push open the door. Yuna looks over at me in a maroon high low lace dress. "Wow." I mutter taking her into my sights. She looked... words couldn't even describe. It was the perfect summer dress for this heat wave we have going on in Korea. "I got this in the mail today! What do you think?" She asks with a smile. "You look beautiful." I say breathlessly watching the lace drape over her milky skin. "I'm so lucky." I whine dropping my bag and walking in. I hug her close to me and smell her lavender hair. "Why are you so dressed up? Are we going somewhere?" She asks pulling back and pulling at my jacket. "Yeah. We're going out. Wear this, you look radiant." I say twirling her around. She blushes and puts her head down letting her now pastel purple hair fall over her shoulder. "Okay? Where are we going?" She asks curiously, "It's a secret." I say kissing her forehead. She looks up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes rimmed with a sharp black wing. "We have to get going." I whisper pulling her chin up to kiss me gently. She moans into the kiss and I pull back. "I'll take care of you later." I say rubbing her back. My nerves were too much to even consider having sex right now. I look down at my Gucci watch and swallow. 4:10. "Come on baby. We have to go." I say pulling her hand and sweeping up my bag. "Wait!" She yells with a laugh grabbing her phone and her Gucci clutch bag I bought her.
"What shoes should I wear?" She asks looking over her shoes as we step into the hallway. I look over her shoes before grabbing her leather Audrey black flats. I bend down and lift her leg placing the shoe on her foot. "Babe." She says embarrassed. I set down her foot and grab the other looking up at her with a smile. "I'd do anything for you." I say slipping her shoe on. She blushes and I call for the elevator. "Why can't you tell me where we are going?" She asks with a pout as the elevators open. "Because, then it's no fun." I say pushing up my sunglasses. She looks me over and bites her lip slightly. I feel the same baby. "How can you be so beautiful, hmm? It's crazy." I whisper pulling her close to my chest as I press the Garage button. "You're beautiful." She says looking up at me. I give her a box smile and kiss the top of her head.
I open the car door for her and she looks at me confused. "I'm driving." I say pointing at the passengers seat so she can hop in. She gets in and I shut the door behind her before throwing my bag into the back seat. She lowers her window watching me, I slide across the hood of the car making her giggle and stumble on to my feet. "You're man, is really cool." I say opening the driver door. Yuna looks over at me and laughs freely making me chuckle. "Yes, he is." She says as I climb into the car. "Where did you order the car from?" She asks looking into the back. "Byungchan." I say putting my seat belt on and adjusting the seat. "This is way too far up." "Not everyone is as tall as you." Yuna says putting her seat belt on. I turn on the car hearing the engine roar to life and I smirk at the sound. I plug in my phone and start to play music before looking back at my bag in the back seat. "Here we go." I mutter pulling out of the garage.
"OH YEAH!" Yuna yells dancing to the music. I laugh putting my head back as we stop at a stoplight. She starts rapping making me laugh louder hitting the steering wheel. "You're so crazy." I say with a laugh as she starts nod her head. We start both rapping to Cypher laughing hysterically. "You'll shoot me anyway bae!" She yells before ducking her head and giggling as she causes attention from the street. I put my hand on her knee as we take off one more time. "Why are you getting on the Gyeongbu Expressway?" She asks lowering the music. "We're going on a journey." I say fixing my sunglasses as the sun attacks me through the windshield. "What? A journey?" She asks happily. I nod turning the music back up and grabbing her hand. I kiss the back of her hand as we speed down the expressway.
"Do you know where we are?" She asks nervously, "Gunbuk-myeon." I mutter looking out the window. "Ohhhh!" She says in admiration, "Just because we lack common sense doesn't mean we're stupid." I say pointing at the both of us with our fingers still intertwined. She laughs putting her head against the seat and puts her hand out the window feeling the wind on her skin. I look over at her quickly and can't help but feel a smile spread across my face. "Fuck, I love you." I say tapping my left hand against the steering wheel. "I love you too." She says with a laugh. I look in the rearview mirror and see a van behind us. I look at the van closely and see Jungkook dancing with Jin. I laugh loudly before taking off in front of them. "What's so funny?" Yuna asks with a startled laugh. "Nothing. The car behind us was funny." I say pressing on the gas petal.
"We've been driving for an hour and a half." Yuna says lowering the music again. "I know." I say starting to sing along with the music. "You are absolutely positive you know where you're going?" My girlfriend mutters looking out the window. "Yes, babe. Have faith in me. Please." I say with a chuckle. "Do you happen to know what today is?" She asks looking over at me. "We did Music Bank today. It's Friday." I say trying not to smile. "Oh." She mutters pulling her hand away from me. Acting skills, Tae. Acting skills. "What? What's wrong? You were just having fun." I say pretending to be shocked. "I am having fun." She grumbles folding her arms. I chuckle slightly and her head snaps in my direction. "WAE?!" I yell with a laugh. "I hate you." She pouts and looks out the window and I roll my eyes. If only you know what's waiting for you, my Yuna.
"Where do you think we're going?" I ask my suddenly quiet and sullen girlfriend. "I don't know." She mutters with a pout. She's too cute. "Take a guess." I say happily as we pass the Agok-ri sign, she tries to read the sign but fails since it goes by too fast and she can't read Hangul very well. "We're getting close to Samcheong-ri. Do you know where that is by?" "I don't want to play your stupid trivia games!" Yuna whines fingering the lace on her dress. "Don't make me ruin the surprise Yuna." I mutter turning the music up. "You'll be happy when you see it." I say to her before looking through the rear view mirror seeing Kook taking a video of my car. I smirk and continue to drive.
"Why are you getting on another highway?!" Yuna whines as I go through the roundabout. I smile and shake my head. "You better get into a better mood. You'll be upset with yourself when we get there and you're in a sour mood." I say pointing at the sign that says DAEGU. I hop on to the 88 Olympic Expressway and smile feeling good about driving home. "Wait...We're going to Daegu?!" Yuna screams loudly. I smile and look over at her. She hits my shoulder excited before leaning over and pressing small, wet kisses all over my neck and cheek. "I'm sorry I got upset!" She says tugging on my arm. I laugh and lean over to kiss her forehead before looking at the road. "So you do know what day it is!" She says clasping her hands together. "Yeah, Friday." I say earning a slap on my shoulder.
"Do I look okay? What if your grandfather doesn't like me!?" Yuna whines fixing her makeup in the mirror. I shake my head chewing on a piece of gum. "Baby, relax. Will you? He's excited to death to meet you." I say lowering the music for the final time. "Is your family there?" She asks nervously. Yes. "No." I mutter rolling up my sleeve. "Wah!" Yuna yells looking at the green forests as we drive by. It's nice to be home. "I used to play in the forest resort over there." I point at a vast expanse of green trees. "Wow!" She cheers sticking her head out of the window. I smile pulling off of the Expressway. "We're close." I say as we start to pass some cattle ranges. "A HORSE!" Yuna yells, "HI HORSE!" She yells out the window waving. I laugh quietly before putting my hand on her thigh. She looks over at me with the most beautiful, delighted smile I've ever seen her give me. She's so elated to be here and I'm so elated to be here with her.
"You have to get out of the car." I whisper to her as we sit in front of my grandfather's house. "I'm scared." She whines. I grab her hand and she looks over at me. "He's going to love you just as much as I do. Don't be scared. Today is special." I say putting some hair behind her freshly pierced ears. Her TaeTae Zone shines brightly with crosses and I kiss her temple. "Don't worry baby." I say opening my door and jumping out. I walk around the car watching her nervous expression before opening her door. "Soon, you can see him more and then it will feel like you were nervous for nothing." I say as she unbuckles her seat belt. She gets out of the car with shaky, nervous legs and I kiss her forehead. "Don't worry." I say holding my hand out to her. She grabs my hand intertwining our fingers. I grab my bag from the back of the car before smiling. "This is a big piece of land." Yuna says looking around trying to distract herself. "After we debuted and made money I bought more land for my grandfather." I say pointing all the way to a mountain in the distance. "All of this to that mountain is his." I say proudly. "Ooooh. Taehyung is so sweet, hmm?" She asks with a smile. "I knew my grandmother would have loved it." I say thinking of the woman who raised me. I know she is looking down on us with happy eyes. "Let's go. I'm excited to see my grandpa!" I say pulling her towards the house. She squeezes my hand tighter as we get closer. I ring the doorbell and puff out my cheeks excited.
The door opens revealing my grandfather. He smiles at me widely, his wrinkles deepening. He takes off his glasses and hugs me tightly and I sigh into his embrace. He smells like home. I feel my eyes start to sting hugging this man in front of me. The man that helped me become the man I am today. I hold back a sob as we stand there hugging each other. Letting go of all the feelings of missing each other over the past year. He rubs my back with his withered, leathery fingers and I sigh happily. He pulls back and I dab at my eyes with my sleep. "Grandpa, this is Yuna." I say grabbing Yuna's hand. She bows deeply almost past her waist and my grandfather bows back with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you!" My grandpa says happily as she stands back up. He looks at her face and smiles widely. "Congratulations Taehyung. She's beautiful." "I know, right?" I say with a smile looking over at her. "Please! Come in!" He says ushering us inside. We step inside and I smile as Shoonshim greets me. "Hey!" I say sitting on the floor letting him lick my cheek. "This is Shoonshim." I say looking up at Yuna. She bends down and pets him giggling. "He's so cute." "You got here late. It's about to be 8 o'clock." Grandpa says and I stand back up. "My fault. I left a bit late." I say pointing at my bag secretly. He nods and winks. "I can't do farm work then." Yuna pouts making my grandfather laugh loudly. "You can do farm work tomorrow morning. If you wish." "We're staying the night? I don't have any extra clothes." She mutters looking down at her dress. "Don't worry." I say rubbing her back. "We have extra clothes here. You can do all the farm work you want." My grandpa says with a laugh. She nods her head eagerly and I laugh sitting down on the wooden chair my brother made for my grandfather.
Yuna and my grandfather get along very well. So well that it makes me want to cry. They smile and laugh together at the same things. As if she has an old soul that can connect with anyone and everyone. She could really make a demon smile. "I'm sure you're hungry. Can I make you some food?" She asks looking at me and my grandfather. "You don't have to!" He says quickly as she gets up. "I want too! Really!" She says walking into the kitchen. "Pots are on the left cabinet!" I call to her putting my arm on the back of my chair. "She's great!" My grandfather says happily, I smile and nod. "Yeah...She is. I'm lucky." I say pushing my hair out of my eyes. "Are you going to do it after you eat?" He asks pointing at my bag. I nod and put my hands over my face. "i'm so nervous." I whine quietly looking into the open kitchen. "You'll do great! It's just voicing your heart and you do that all the time." He says putting his hand on my shoulder. I look at the older man that I have forever admire and I tilt my head. "I missed you." I say rubbing his hand on my shoulder. "I missed you too, kid. Thank you for coming all this way so I could see you do this. It makes me so happy to see you making a life for yourself." "I feel guilty about it." I whisper looking back at the kitchen watching Yuna go through the fridge. "What, why?" "We are going to have to keep our marriage a secret." I whisper over to him and he furrs his eyebrows. "That's not fair, you went through a lot of hardships to make this happen. Why wouldn't your fans be happy for you?" He asks confused. "Because the world is filled with as many cruel people as good people. It will keep Yuna safe." I say before sitting up straight as Yuna peaks out. "How many eggs do you want?" She asks looking at me. Before I even open my mouth she answers for me making me smile. "Two right? What about you, grandpa?" He smiles at her affection. "Two as well, please!" He says holding up two fingers. She nods happily and walks back into the kitchen. "What happens when she gets pregnant? Will you keep your child a secret too?" He whispers as I put my elbow on the wooden table and place my hand over my face. "I know." I whine, "Just get through tonight first. Then think of all of these things." He says patting my head. I nod before huffing out.
"It's delicious!" I say scooping up some rice. "Eat slowly." She says with a laugh as I devour my food. I was so nervous earlier, I couldn't eat anything. "He's right Yuna, this is so delicious! Another thing Taehyung is lucky to have gotten. A good cook!" "Doesn't it taste like what grandma used to make?" I say splitting my egg open over my rice. Grandpa nods with a smile before eating more of his food. "I'm glad you like it." "Anyone can say anything bad about Yuna and she wouldn't care. But, she knows how good her food is and will never stand for it." I say with a full mouth of food. My grandpa laughs and nods. "With skills like these, I would have to agree." Yuna smiles widely down at her plate and I put my arm behind her chair. I hear a car stop in front of the quiet house. "Your parents are here." My grandpa says looking out the window. In the countryside, you didn't really need curtains even though I kept telling him I would buy him some. He likes the natural light of the day to shine through his windows. Yuna looks up wide-eyed and bites her lip nervously pulling at her lace sleeves trying to cover her tattoos. "Hey. Hey. It's okay." I say petting her head as my grandfather goes to open the door. "You've already seen them on Facetime. " I whisper to her. "This is different." She whispers back nervously. "Do you want my jacket?" I ask as she continues to pull her sleeves down, to no avail. Her tattooes were dark and colourful. I loved them, they were a part of her. That made them beautiful too. I pass my jacket over to Yuna and she slips it on quickly as the door opens.
I hug my dad tightly. Now, I really want to cry. My parents and siblings will watch me propose. They were so excited for us. After months of Yuna talking to them on Facetime with me, they've gotten used to the idea of me being with her. If she wasn't around while I was on the phone with them, they would seem a little disappointed. My mom will always ask me how Yuna is doing. It's really nice to see them support me. "Yuna!" My mother yells happily walking right past me with a gigantic smile. Yuna bows nervously before my mom hugs her tightly, surprising Yuna. Yuna eventually hugs back tightly. My dad lets go of me and smiles widely at Yuna as he fixes his glasses. My mom turns around to me, her pixie cut flying around as she hugs me tightly. "Hello!" Yuna says bowing to my dad. He bows to her before enveloping her in a hug. Jeong Guk and eon Jin walk in shortly after and I hug them both quickly before looking back at Yuna to see she's okay. "You got so big, man." I tell Jeong Guk who smiles at me. "Oppa! I missed you!" Eon Jin says happily and I kiss her forehead. "I missed you, too." I say looking over my little sister. She's getting so big, I feel bad for missing out on her life. I wish Yuna's family loved her like my family loves me. It's a shame she doesn't know a family's love. I'm sure it's weird for her to see. Soon, she'll be a part of my family and she can feel all the love in the world. "Say hi to your sister." I say pointing. "Hi, noona!" Jeong Guk says hugging her. "Hi!" She says happily. "Hi unnie!" Yuna waves at Eon Jin before giving her a hug. "Taehyung didn't tell me you guys were coming. I would have made more food." Yuna says awkwardly. "We ate before we came. It's no problem." "I want to eat noona's food though." Jeong Guk mutters disappointed. Yuna smiles at him. "I can make you food tomorrow morning." Yuna says confidently. "Yes!" He cheers making me smirk. I'm glad they like Yuna so much.
"Noona, do you know how to play Go Stop? Do you want to play with me?" Jeong Guk asks as we sit in the living room. I stretch my legs out before getting a text.
Chim: We are at the gazebo.
"I'm going to actually take a walk with Yuna." I say picking at my lip as I reply to the text.
Me: I'm going to take Yuna for the walk.
Chim: GOOD LUCK~ HWAITING!
I clear my throat and stand up holding my hand out. "Will you take a walk with me?" I ask my woman. She nods and grabs my hand. I feel at my pocket feeling the leather box I pulled from my bag as Yuna talked with my parents. "See you guys in a while." I say trying to cover up my nervousness. My brother and dad give me a thumbs up trying to give me courage. I hold Yuna's hand as we step out of the house. I take a deep breath. This is it.
#bts v#taehyung#kim taehyung#taetae#bts smut#bts imagine#bts story#bts series#marriage#kim seokjin#jin#chimchim#jimin#suga#yoongi#j-hope#hoseok#hobi#jungkook#kook#rm#namjoon#bts#bangtan boys
15 notes
·
View notes
Note
#1-49
ok i answered all of them below the cut
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
probably @vinorusso
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
im shy if i dont know you but once im comfortable around you good luck getting me to shut up
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
*whispers* @jj-pepsi
4. Are you easy to get along with?
yeah! i tend to get along with most folks as long as you dont insult me and arent an asshole!
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
gosh i hope so! i’d be a giggling mess someone would need to help me!
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
answered!
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
im in one right now~
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
joseph joestar
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
depends. as long as its with someone i know well then i’m okay.
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
@namethatghostling @vinorusso and @icetown666
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
“AAAA”
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
Daft Pretty Boys – Bad Suns
Passenger Side – Smallpools
I Don’t Want it at All – Kim Petras
Beware the Dog – The Griswolds
All Men Are Pigs – Studio Killers
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
Y E S
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
answered!
15. What good thing happened this summer?
well the summer is just beginning but last summer i got to go to pride and have a great time with my friends
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
no.
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
answered!
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
oh heck no.
19. Do you like bubble baths?
yup!!
20. Do you like your neighbors?
no.
21. What are you bad habits?
i pick at my nails a lot, and i also sleep way too late.
22. Where would you like to travel?
i’d love to go to japan or ireland
23. Do you have trust issues?
nah, im pretty trusting until someone betrays me.
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
sleeping
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
most of it, but mostly my tummy
26. What do you do when you wake up?
lay in bed for an hour
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
im fine with the skin im in,
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
my close friends!
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
no. i dont talk to my exes.
30. Do you ever want to get married?
not thinking about it atm.
31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?
yes!
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
*raises eyebrows* chris pratt and chris hemsworth.
33. Spell your name with your chin.
sziob bnz n
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
me? running? playing sports? i dont think so.
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
tv, i would miss food network though.
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
yup, all the time.
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
nothing.
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
they’re sweet and kind, and incredibly understanding and compassionate, they’d be the first one i think of when i wake up, and the last before i go to bed. theyre always there to listen and ready to comfort me anytime
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
stuff with comics and games!
40. What do you want to do after high school?
well im in college…so….?
i dunno, i kinda want to be a flight attendent
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
depends.
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
answered!
43. Do you smile at strangers?
sometimes!
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
SPACE SPACE SPACE
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
needing to use the bathroom does the trick.
46. What are you paranoid about?
dying alone, probably.
47. Have you ever been high?
nope
48. Have you ever been drunk?
yup, it was wild.
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
who hasnt?
50. What was the color of the last hoodie you wore?
grey
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
sometimes.
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
i wish i didnt weigh so much.
53. Favorite makeup brand?
NYX
54. Favorite store?
it used to be gamestop, but now i work there so nah.
55. Favorite blog?
dailyjo2eph
56. Favourite colour?
yellow, but i also like purple!
57. Favourite food?
answered!
58. Last thing you ate?
chicken wings
59. First thing you ate this morning?
uhh, nothing?
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
i dont remember winning anything tbh
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
nope, im a good egg.
62. Been arrested? For what?
no! im a good noodle!
63. Ever been in love?
yes ;p
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
my first kiss was awful. the guy kissed me in front of my mom while she was looking wtf.
65. Are you hungry right now?
im always hungry.
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
my tumblr friends are my real friends
67. Facebook or Twitter?
twitter
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
still twitter.
69. Are you watching tv right now?
yup! food network!
70. Names of your bestfriends?
im not giving out peoples names.
71. Craving something? What?
chocolate pudding pie…
72. What colour are your towels?
various colors, but mostly purple
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
6
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
yes
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
way over 100
75. Favourite animal?
i really like whales
76. What colour is your underwear?
black.
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
chocolate
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
purple cow (its black raspberry with chocolate chips)
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
white
80. What colour pants?
n/a
81. Favourite tv show?
cutthroat kitchen
82. Favourite movie?
Josie and the Pussycats
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
uhh ive only seen the first one once
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
mean girls?
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
uhhh?
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
flo
87. First person you talked to today?
my mom
88. Last person you talked to today?
@jj-pepsi
89. Name a person you hate?
drumpf
90. Name a person you love?
@jj-pepsi @vinorusso @namethatghostling @icetown666 and @kohomint
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
drumpf
92. In a fight with someone?
nah
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
like 5 pairs
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
too many
95. Last movie you watched?
Life of the Party
96. Favourite actress?
melissa mccarthy
97. Favourite actor?
chris pratt
98. Do you tan a lot?
no
99. Have any pets?
i have 3 cats
100. How are you feeling?
pretty good
101. Do you type fast?
maybe?
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
i regret a lot of things.
103. Can you spell well?
not really
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
yeah.
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
nah.
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
yes.
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
nope
108. What should you be doing?
sleeping
109. Is something irritating you right now?
yup.
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
yeah
111. Do you have trust issues?
no, im pretty trusting.
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
i cry a lot, so i dont remember.
113. What was your childhood nickname?
never had one
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
yeah, all the time.
115. Do you play the Wii?
yup, and switch, wii u, and ps4
116. Are you listening to music right now?
yeah
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
yes!
118. Do you like Chinese food?
love it.
119. Favourite book?
i like Percy Jackson and the Olympians series
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
nah
121. Are you mean?
i hope not!!
122. Is cheating ever okay?
no.
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
nope.
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
yeah
125. Do you believe in true love?
heck yeah
126. Are you currently bored?
maybe a little?
127. What makes you happy?
talking with my friends
128. Would you change your name?
nah, ive gotten used to it
129. What your zodiac sign?
answered
130. Do you like subway?
yeah, subway is fine.
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
?? date them maybe?? idk??
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
@vinorusso @namethatghostling @icetown666
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
Hold me close and hold me fastThe magic spell you castThis is La Vie En RoseWhen you kiss me heaven sighsAnd though I close my eyesI see La Vie En RoseWhen you press me to your heartI’m in a world apartA world where roses bloomAnd when you speak…angels sing from aboveEveryday words seem…to turn into love songsGive your heart and soul to meAnd life will always beLa Vie En Rose
134. Can you count to one million?
i mean theoretically, yes. in reality? im not doing that shit.
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
cant really think of anything.
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
either way! some nights i forget to close it, but it also doesnt stay closed
137. How tall are you?
5 feet 6 inches!
138. Curly or Straight hair?
i have straight hair!
139. Brunette or Blonde?
im a brunette!
140. Summer or Winter?
summer, i hate shoveling snow
141. Night or Day?
answered!
142. Favourite month?
October!
143. Are you a vegetarian?
nah, meat all the way dude.
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
milk
145. Tea or Coffee?
coffee
146. Was today a good day?
debatable.
147. Mars or Snickers?
mars?? im not a fan of snickers. milky way is my favorite candy bar
148. What’s your favourite quote?
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. - Vincent Van Gogh
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
answered!
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
10 incredible nighttime adventures that take stargazing to new heights
Here’s how to combine extreme stargazing with an extra-special vacation in some of the world’s dark sky destinations.
Night hike under a full moon in the Dolomites, Italy
There is no more majestic a sight than the 18 peaks of hiking mecca the Dolomites at dusk. Here in Italy’s northeast, the 200-year-old, family-run spa and resort Adler Dolomiti is holding moonlit hikes during the full moon of June 28, July 27 and August 27, 2018. Free to all guests, the hikes begin at 5 p.m. with a cable car ride to up to Seceda at 7,905 feet, where you’ll will see the golden glow of the setting sun on the Dolomites. The hike reaches Forcella de Sieles, which shines a fluorescent white under the light of the moon at just over 8,202 feet, and goes on to the lunar landscape of the Puez plateau. Moon-gazers, standby.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Take a 10-day horseback riding trip in the Atacama Desert, Chile
If you want to see stars that glow instead of twinkle, head up a seriously high mountain. So clear is the night sky at altitude that most of the world’s most advanced telescopes – such as the Very Large Telescope and ALMA – perch on mountains as tall as 16,400 feet in Chile’s Atacama Desert. The epic 10-day Atacama Horse Adventure travels from San Pedro de Atacama to Calama via salt flats, petroglyphs, and the mysterious Moon Valley. Prepare for plenty of sleeps under a star-studded sky.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Go kayaking at night at Acadia National Park, Maine, U.S.
Acadia National Park, on Mount Desert Island in Maine, is at the forefront of the dark sky movement. Its eastern side is darkest, which is why Bar Harbor is where Acadia Park Kayak Tours leads a 2.5-hour kayaking tour at night complete with a Celestron Sky Scout telescope, a laser pointer, and a chemical glow stick for seeing each other. If you’re lucky, you might even see bioluminescent light-producing microorganisms produce a silvery glow in the water around the kayaks. The annual Acadia Night Sky Festival is set for September 5-9, 2018.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Wilderness ski across Lapland, Finland and Norway
How about skiing through one of the last wilderness areas of Europe in search of stars and the Northern Lights? Departing from Kilpisjärvi, Finland each April, this six-night Lapland Wilderness Ski Expedition trip from AdventureByDesign travels across the Arctic tundra and overnights in wilderness log cabins where you’ll learn plenty of winter skills. It’s expertly led by Gareth Hutton, an experienced arctic adventurer and noted Northern Lights and landscape photographer.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Whitewater raft on the Salmon River, Idaho, U.S.
Just announced in December 2017, the new Central Idaho Dark Sky Reserve (which includes the Sawtooth National Recreation Area and the communities of Ketchum, Smiley Creek, Stanley, and Sun Valley) are all now subject to restrictions on light pollution. The third largest such reserve in the world, its 1,416-square-mile area is ideal for whitewater rafting trips on the Salmon River, though night sky addicts should also consider a twilight dinner trip.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Stand-up paddleboard in the moonlight, in Wales, U.K.
Though most of the U.K. is densely populated and consequently light polluted, Wales in the west is a huge exception. It’s home Snowdonia National Park, the Elan Valley and the Brecon Beacons National Park, all of them certified as Dark Sky Parks or Reserves (as well as many other stargazing locations). However, if moonlight is more your thing, then get yourself deep within Snowdonia in North Wales where Psyched Paddleboarding conduct Stand Up Paddleboard (SUP) trips across a lake.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Stargaze on the White Rim Trail, Canyonlands, Utah, U.S.
With endless miles of four-wheel-drive roads, Canyonlands National Park in Utah is a dream destination for mountain bikers after solitude. It’s also an International Dark Sky Park. By day, Holiday River Expeditions’ White Rim Trail Stargazing Trip will lead you around Canyonlands’ dramatic Island in the Sky above the Colorado and Green Rivers. By night, your playground will be the Milky Way, with a telescope also on hand for a close-up.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Ascend Aoraki Mount Cook, New Zealand
Here on the South Island of New Zealand, dark skies are a way of life. First created in the early 1980s, outdoor lighting controls reign at the Aoraki Mackenzie International Dark Sky Reserve, the world’s biggest. Experienced mountaineers could consider a six-day ascent of Mount Cook, New Zealand’s highest peak at 12,217 feet. For the rest of us there are plenty of organized astro-tourism activities in the area.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Find desert stars and solitude in the Lut desert, Iran
Iran is emerging as a major destination among bucket list-ticking travelers, but there’s nothing remotely populist about this expedition to Iran’s Lut desert (also called Dasht-e-Lut) from Secret Compass. A 14-day, 125-mile hike across an otherworldly landscape of star dunes, shifting sands and wind-hewn kaluts, this epic east to west journey goes close to the hottest recorded spot on the planet.
Source: Travel+Leisure
Hike, kayak, and snorkel in the world’s newest Dark Sky Park
The world’s newest Dark Sky Park, certified just last month, is the subtropical jungle-covered Iriomote-Ishigaki National Park, the first in Japan and only the second in Asia. An island of 157 square miles, it’s the last in a chain of Japan’s southerly Yaeyama Islands, which are much closer to Taiwan than mainland Japan. Home to an endemic firefly species that relies on natural darkness to survive, as well as the endangered Iriomote-yamaneko cat (there are only 100 left), this is a place for hiking, kayaking and snorkeling by day, and stargazing by night.
Source: Travel+Leisure
#1197772589#Travel Ideas#adventure#stargazing#italy#dolomites#chile#atacama desert#usa#maine#acadia national park#scandinavia#norway#finland#lapland#ski#kayak#hike#whitewater rafting#idaho#salmon river#wales#uk#paddleboard#white rim trail#canyonlands#utah#moutn cook#new zealand#lut desert
3 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
swellheads
SwellHeads
iloveitwhenyoucallmechikorita
secret murder of crows
elegantjellyfishwerewolf
Bitter Kiwi 🥝