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chiwhorei · 3 years

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Idk if anyone has already asked you. But are you going to ship your moots too? I’m curious to see what you say!

SHIPPING MY MOOTS PART 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO? SAY LESS NONNIE

for reference i did one a few months ago but this time around i’m not going for the obvious choices. this is long and i’m not explaining much. to make this extra spicy i will also be adding who i want to see fist fight but giving absolutely no context.

@10millionyearsdungeon - britt britt and shindou, very sexy i can see it perfectly. fighting bakugou

@bakatenshii - angelllllllllll and yuuta, best boy for my best girl. angel is fighting ikkei ukai

@crushzone and saeko, power. couple. wow. and nin is fighting osamu.

@dabilove27 - rach and ukai! all of karasuno loves rach too and keishin can’t even pretend it annoys him. fighting: oikawa

@daishou-s and sakusa, it’s the leather gloves man what can i say? lune is fighting kuroo

@deathcab4daddy and natsuo, they are a super cute put together couple and i am very jealous. tay is fighting tsukki and probably winning

@ever-enthralled - mew and me... okay fine nanami. he doesn’t mind overtime if it’s with you bby. WWE smack down with z*ke

@fawn-daydreams fawnnnn and kita! soft sweet boy will treat you like royalty. fighting: fawn v sakusa

@hoe-doroki and bakugou, i love the vibes on this one pun intended. ana v denki

@hisoknen and geto sksksksksksk pulling. that long hair OOF. and raph is fighting kenma

@karasunosimp and kyoutani, absolutely feral i love it. cas is fighting iwa.

@kyovtani and punk!yamaguchi, he’s a tattooed up guitarist. big scary punk man only soft for zade. zade is absolutely laying out ennoshita

@lady-bakuhoe - jo and kirishima, big beefy red daddy riot always makes sure jo has fresh flowers so she’s always thinking about him. fighting: hinata

@lady-lunaaa - luna and zeke, perfect. he teaches their son baseball. fighting: levi

@messwriting and me TENDOUUUUU lee and me satori live a beautiful life in paris full of love and laughter and lil babies, she’s fighting enji only because she’s trying to win lauren’s heart

@mindninjax - marquie and oikawaaaaa, he is so soft and sweet with her. fighting: reiner

@onyxoverride - onyx and daishou, maybe this is just because i’ve been on the daishou train recently but he has the best boyfriend vibes. fighting and beating daichi

@pleasantanathema - lauwen and enji. fire daddy and pleasant asthma are perfect and maybe if i ask nicely i can join. 🕶🤏 lauren is fighting shinsou

@rat-suki and shoto but if he fucks up annie gets to fuck his dad. those are the rules. annie v deku and i’m bringing popcorn

@sawamooora and ikkei tamaki, soft shy boy v cute couple. lee is fighting coach nekomata wink wonk

@shadowworks - ooooo shadow and shinsou, this pairing is very sexy. fighting: aizawa

@some-kindofgnome and sero, they are deeply in love. sero is obsessed with sara. even their names go together. fighting: atsumu

@t0xic-todoroki amy and kenmaaaaaa, loves buying you anything and everything to match your aesthetic even if he says he hates pink. fighting noya

@thesimpsclub red and sugaaaaaaa, such a sweet couple 10/10 would cuddle up right in the middle. red v hawks

@thewheezingwyvern and aizawa, duh... who else would i have put 👀. but still fghting mirio

@undermattsun miki x aone but only when we’re being s*ft on main. fighting megumi and winning

@vixen-scribbles and bokuto, very sexy beefy sunshine baby but a wild animal in bed. vix’s fighting dabi

@spacelabrathor and ushijima, big beefy man with the spiking power to put you in the hospital. fighting: kageyama

@whats-her-quirk - june and atsumu. he calls her mommy. fighting: lev

#holy.letters #saint.anon #the congregation.💒#shipping mooty moots

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kellysbookblog · 5 years

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Today we have the release blitz for Discovery by Hayley Faiman! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

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About Discovery:

Lucas Black, Esquire.

The name alone was an enigma.

Dressed in a suit that cost more than my rent.

Green eyes that danced and a cocky smile firmly planted on kissable lips.

The rumors about him were true.

I wasn’t ready for all that was Lucas Black. I knew it. I didn’t care.

I was willing to take whatever he gave me.

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Mr. Lucas Black himself is leaning against the side of my car, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his eyes very much focused on me. My feet don’t falter because I’m scared, not really, it’s just, I’d almost forgotten just how downright sexy he is. Almost.

He’s wearing navy blue suit pants that are tailored to his long legs to perfection. His light grey button-up shirt is opened a bit at the collar to show off his upper chest.

His sleeves are rolled up to showcase his forearms—his muscularforearms. So sexy. I’m pretty sure men know exactly what they’re doing when they roll up their sleeves like that. They must know how it affects us women. Judging by the tip of his lips, heknows.

“How may I help you this evening, Mr. Black?” I ask, clearing my throat as I take a few steps closer toward him.

I have to look up into his eyes, even though I’m in high heels and he’s leaning against my car with his head tipped down. He’s tall, I estimate his height to be around six-foot-three inches. A mouthwatering six-foot-three inches at that. He’s long and tall, lean and if I touched his abs, I think they’d be sculpted with ridged muscle.

He smirks. I assume it to be his signature expression, as it comes very easily to him. “Your car is a piece of shit, Brooklyn,” he murmurs.

My body jerks slightly, and I narrow my eyes at him, glaring up into his green gaze. “You’re such a dick,” I announce. My eyes widen in surprise, shocked that I’ve actually said those words aloud.

His shoulders shake with a quiet laugh as he smiles broadly. “Yeah, beautiful, I know,” he admits.

“Why are you here? And why do you keep giving me flowers?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

His brows rise and he shakes his head once. “I haven’t sent you any flowers, not since the ones you promptly shipped right back to my ass, kitten,” he murmurs.

My eyebrows pull together, remembering the bouquet wrapped in plastic on my front porch. Even at the time, I thought it didn’t seem to be his style, but hell, what do I know?

He pushes off of my car while I’m thinking, and then I’m suddenly wrapped in his arms—his strong, spicy, masculine scent surrounding me. One of his hands wraps around my waist while the other rests at the side of my neck. He’s so close, so fucking close, that it wouldn’t take very much effort to kiss him—not much at all.

His hard body presses against mine, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I like it a little too much, too much to ignore or pretend that I don’t.

I’m in so much trouble.

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I was born and raised in a small farming town in California. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. We married four years later and have two little boys! We lived in Oregon for a few years while he served in the US Coast Guard.

Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we’re raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

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dm-of-elemental-evil · 6 years

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NaNoWriMo Day 3

I am sitting in a desiccated airship, perched on the abandoned Sky Port, as I write this. We are straying far from the path of “heroes” that I had originally envisioned for our motley bunch, but I suspect that we are still doing some good.

Bawbbe brought to our attention that he needed to return to the plains of Oheila within the next handful of months in order to be present for his daughter’s coming of age ceremony, and in the same moment, a young halfling woman wandered towards our table with a sack over her shoulder and clothed in mismatched leathers. She explained that she could get us an airship to head back to Oheila, but that we would need to do something for her as well. Before we could reply, she reached for a roll in the middle of the table and a couple dozen gold coins fell from her sleeve. She barreled away through the crowd with pieces of silverware and coin tumbling from her pockets. (scrawled in the margins: “She’s got Shiba! She was meowing from that sack!”) We gave chase through the streets, but ultimately had to split up in order to find the brigand.

In the end, it was Bawbbe who found her. She seemed awestruck at his immense size, and he simply picked her up off the ground and carried her to the rest of us. Her stench was… palpable, and the grime on her face and hands harshly contrasted with the glimmering jewellery and coins that were tumbling into the dust around her.

“Hi there!” Her voice was bright and cheery, and even though she was dangling several feet off the ground, the halfling beamed at us. “I’m Sorry!”

“Um, apology accepted?”

“No, silly, that’s my name.” Behind her, Emuswa was rummaging through the fallen sack to retrieve a sleeping Shiba.

Wolfram stepped forward. “Who are you, and why are you stealing our things?”

“I told you, I’m Sorry, and it’s for my family.”

After a fairly short interrogation, we agreed to follow Sorry to her “family” and hear out her plan to get us an airship. The trek across the city culminated in a steep climb into the abandoned Sky Port tower through a tight ventilation shaft. Despite the cramped nature of the ascent, the interior was surprisingly cool. Ten minutes later, we emerged into a scene of chaos. An airship had settled where it docked, embedding itself into the metal struts and covered platform that sprouted from the bulk of the tower. The fall had splintered the hull and left a gaping wound in the side of the ship through which the hold could be accessed. Large chunks of wood were strewn about the dock, which made walking an act of concentration in order to stay upright.

Sorry skipped ahead of us into the recesses of the ship while we carefully picked our way through the rubble. We followed the sounds of her kicking open doors and stomped up the stairs to the upper decks. Suddenly, there was the sound of a ringing bell and dozens of feet throughout the ship. I nearly ran into Wolfram’s back as he stopped in front of me, then Sorry’s voice rang out.

“Ladies and gents, please come and meet your hosts! Babyface’s Burgling Brigands!”

Wolfram and Bawbbe exchanged looks, but I must admit that I was intrigued and excited by all of the pomp surrounding the whole affair. We made our way up to what used to be the mess hall, where a haphazard museum featured various marble busts, dusty pieces of artwork, and intriguing curios. On a makeshift pedestal at one end of the room, Sorry stood proudly holding a rope that stretched through the ceiling. The footsteps grew ever louder, and suddenly a half dozen children sprang out of holes in the roof and the walls and took their places around the room.

“Here they are! I am the brave and admirable leader, Sorry!” Sorry gave a theatrical spin and began to point at them in turn. “We’ve got Stinky, Sexy, Sly, Silly, Spicy, Shiny, and… um. Roger. We don’t have a name for him yet.”

The children saluted as their names were called out. Stinky was an elven boy, probably close to sixteen years old, with a selection of scars across his knuckles. Sexy was a grimy, dirt-caked human child, somewhere between ten and fifteen years old, though it was impossible to tell for sure. Beside him, two dwarven boys stood together. They were clearly brothers, their beards only just starting to come in, but they both had shocks of blonde hair and bright green eyes. Spicy was an elven girl around fourteen, and as she stood there, she danced a coin across the backs of her fingers and smirked. A half-orc girl who looked to be close to Sorry’s age was leaning against a table with a bundle of papers rolled under one arm. Of all the children in this ship, she seemed to be the one who was wary of our little troupe. And finally, Roger. He was a young human boy wearing leathers that clearly seemed to be two sizes too large and simply watched us nervously.

“And you guys are?”

We introduced ourselves. Bawbbe, Wolfram, Emuswa, Peregrin, and of course, myself. I wondered not for the first time what a motley bunch such as ourselves must look like from the outside.

Emuswa cleared his throat. “Uh, are you all children?”

Sorry’s eyes narrowed. “I’m twenty-two years old. Just because I’m a halfling doesn’t mean you have to be rude.” Her gaze softened somewhat. “Other than that, yeah. Just a bunch of orphans making our mark on the city. Pretty dramatic, dontcha say?”

“Look,” Bawbbe interjected before Emuswa could reply, “you said you could get us a ship so I can see my daughter. Is that not happening? This thing doesn’t look like it can fly.”

“Oh definitely not! Our home isn’t meant for flying. But, before I can get you a ship, I need you all to help us first. And by help, I mean steal something with us.”

“Oh no, we’re not thieves. I hit things.”

“Relax, big guy! We’re not thieves either. We’re, uh, collectors! Yeah, we collect things for our collection. We’re definitely not thieves.”

“So, we’d be helping you guys collect something?” The skepticism in Wolfram’s voice was obvious, but Sorry seemed to not notice.

“Yeah sure let’s go with that! And let me tell you, it’s a doozy. Shiny, bust out those maps and whatnot.”

A space was cleared on the central table that dominated this mess hall-turned-museum, and several of the pieces of parchment were spread out for all to see. The brigands crowded around the table to get a good look.

“This is the home, mansion really, of Lord Belton Fortram and his son and heir, Pendleton Fortram. They are rich, they own the inn that you guys were staying in, and they like to collect things almost as much as we do. More importantly, they like to collect things and hide them away without letting anyone else see them.”

“No one can see the things that you collect,” Peregrin pointed out.

Sorry scoffed. “People can see them if they come up here. It’s not our fault that nobody comes and visits.”

“There’s a sign on the tower that says ‘Stay Out on Threat of Death.’ And death was spelled wrong.”

Sorry didn’t reply, and simply stared at Roger, who slowly stepped behind Shiny to avoid the leader’s gaze. She clapped suddenly and directed everyone’s attention to another one of the sheets of paper. “Regardless, there is a vault underneath the mansion, and in that vault there is an assortment of priceless artifacts. Now, any one of them would be worthy of a place in the BBB Museum, but there is a single item in particular that we’re looking for. We’ll be visiting the place during a large party that Pendleton is putting on, and that party will provide the cover we need to get our goal. And that’s where the big guy comes into play.”

I realized that three of the papers on the table were loose floor plans for the mansion as Shiny continued to explain. “The main entrance will be the first step. Sexy is responsible for getting us invitations into the main event. Most of the BBB will be posing as staff, so we’ll be sneaking them in through the servants’ entrance. But the party doesn’t start for another four days. So in the meantime, we need to get everyone a good cover story and a means of entry. We do, unfortunately, need to get just one proper invitation so that Sexy has something to go off of with all of his forgeries. Sexy, get your grubby hands off of these blueprints. Now, once we’re inside, we need a few things to be in place before we can access the vault. Pendleton has one of the two keys and needs to be distracted, the crowd needs to be drawn away from the area, and the treasure needs to be brought out to the front. I think Stinky and Spicy have plans for those.”

At that, Stinky leaned forward and pulled out one of the papers, revealing a recipe. “Oi’m makin’ truffles.”

“And they’re gonna make the richie riches loose their bowels.” Spicy grinned. “I been gatherin’ plentya stinkweed fer these truffles fer the last two months. Stinky’ll dice ‘em up real good and under all that chocolate, ain’t no one who’s gonna be the wiser.”

I stepped closer to the table, hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I think I can distract Lord Pendleton.” Sorry looked surprised, then gestured for me to continue. “I met him the last time I was here in Sunburst. He was hosting a beachfront extravaganza, lots of live performances, and I was one of them with my spoken word poetry. I think he described me as ‘breathtakingly beautiful and luscious.’” I shuddered involuntarily and Spicy laid a sympathetic hand on my arm.

“Well then I think we’re in luck. He’s got another one of those beachfront thingies coming up tomorrow, and if you happen to run into him, that can be our ticket in.” Sorry turned to Bawbbe. “And then the big guy is the key to getting the goods out.” She reached up and squeezed one massive bicep. “Yeah, you could probably lift the thing all by yourself.”

“What exactly are we even stealing?”

Sorry triumphantly lifted the last piece of paper, which bore a roughly ovular sketch. “We’re stealing the Grand Egg.”

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Sunburst and the Veluth Empire, ca. 450 BF (inlaid into the paper is a sketch of a piece of tapestry depicting a battlefield littered with bodies)

Long before the city of Sunburst had grown from the barren sands of the Crimson Wastes, long before the dwarves had carved out a nation of their own in the Black Iron Peaks, long before the advent of magitechnology and flying ships, the Veluth Empire sprawled across the Sunrise continent. The royal family, Vel, conquered through whatever means suited the situation and the emperor of the time. It is said that the First Emperor, Slan Vel I, laid waste to such large numbers of his foes that the sands turned red with the blood of the fallen, giving birth to the Crimson Wastes as they are known today. The name of Vel spread across the land faster than the borders of the Veluth empire. The Black Iron Peaks soon become home to numerous mountain fastnesses and monasteries, and the southern monks were brought into the fold.

As the empire expanded, the ruling factions grew as well. The true-blooded Vel maintained their position of authority, but it fell to the various guilds to maintain the wellbeing of the people. The tribes of the Wastes proved to be exceptionally skilled at accounting and matters of money, when they were not warring amongst themselves. The dwarves and lizardfolk embraced their role as guardians and craftsmen, and many of the Vel sought out the lizardfolk in order to learn their mastery of flames. The monks approached the empire first, seeking a place in the society where they could teach the common people of the gods that the highest of their order had come into contact with. These gods went by different names, but they would later become Dianoga, Juutibara, Cordelia, and Sandrelle. These forces ultimately allowed the strongest of the Vel to bond with dragons from the massive cave networks of the Black Iron Peaks and become Veluth Dragon Knights. They became symbols of the peace that had been delivered, and a memory of the blood that had been spilled in the process.

No empire is eternal, however, and despite the presence of clear-minded leadership and guidance from the gods themselves, a force was destined to bring Veluth to an end. The Empress of the time, Delina Vel IV, received a vision from Cordelia and her brother Sandrelle in which a tide of blood swallowed the entirety of the empire. It came from the northeast, a nation fleeing destruction that they had brought upon themselves, seeking a new home. But they were driven by blood and lust for conflict. Empress Delina Vel rallied the Dragon Knights from their positions throughout the empire to drive these invaders back, including her younger brother, Bren Vel. Bren was arguably the most famous of the Dragon Knights, bonded to the great silver dragon Sin’va Tak. In many ways, the peace throughout the empire can be directly traced back to Bren’s popularity with the common people. He was a formidable warrior, to be sure, but it was well known that he would respond to rising conflicts with his words before his blade.

The invaders, nameless to the Veluth, arrived on the northern bank of what would become known as the Shadowed Isle far sooner than the Empress had anticipated, and the military forces were quickly stirred to action. The navy departed from the half dozen or so cities on the northwestern coast of the Crimson Wastes, splitting into three fleets. The outer two circled around the Isle in an effort to flank the incoming forces. The center fleet transferred the cavalry and foot troops to the land before also splitting and rejoining its counterparts in the flanking maneuver. From there, the Dragon Knights escorted the bulk of the army across the island to meet the invaders head on. The Veluth could not have known that their enemies were skilled dragon hunters, armed with massive harpoon guns that grounded scores of knights over the course of the three week conflict.

The rest, as they say, is history. Empress Delina and the Veluth were woefully underprepared for such a formidable opponent, and despite their strength and numbers, they found themselves outmatched. Records of that era are few and far between, but conservative estimates put the total death toll from six hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand. Exaggerations claim that more than two million died on the Shadowed Isle, but even limited research on the island itself puts that theory to rest. It is widely agreed, however, that the Veluth could have survived the onslaught and salvaged the empire had it not been for a single pivotal moment. During the second week of the battle, Bren Vel led a heroic charge in an effort to get the fifty thousand troops under his command back to friendly lines. Fully half of the soldiers perished in the two hours that it took to reach the bulk of the army, and in the final push, Bren and Sin’va Tak were brought down. Empress Delina and the elite fighting force of the Veluth army witnessed the golden child of the Empire perish before them, and their spirit was broken.

The Empress died on the Shadowed Isle, but the sheer destruction on that fated land awoke another goddess, Meristopheles. She strode the land of death and carved her domain from the souls that met their end during that battle. Bren, Sin’va and Delina were brought to her side directly, but the remainder of the spectral army decimated the remainder of the invaders. There was no Empire to go back to, and it eventually splintered again. The Veluth capital was abandoned, swallowed by the sands, and over the course of several decades, the united tribes of the desert migrated to eastern Sunrise to establish the city of Sunburst. The dwarves and lizardfolk returned to their homes in the Black Iron Mountains, and the monks of the south resumed their isolation. One solitary sage witnessed the battle and wove a tapestry depicting the battle, though over the course of centuries it disappeared and faded to obscurity and myth. Nowadays there is very little information pertaining to the ancient Veluth, and what does exist is unreliable and vague. The Old Capital still lies buried in the sands somewhere, if the rumors are to be believed.

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#nanowrimo #Ascendant #a little bit of world history in this one

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