#lorren

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2/2

I know they don’t all match their descriptions, tell my brain that!!

Elodin (DUH)

Lorren

Devi

Vashet

Tempi hahaha

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[bookcub]

Favorite KKC Character Round 2: Poll 4

Lorren

Devi

Voting ended onJun 16, 2023

Lorren: "I have a great respect for curiosity."

Devi: "Welcome to the game. Thanks for playing."

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Favorite KKC Character Round 1: Poll 13

Lorren

Stapes

Voting ended onJun 9, 2023

Lorren: "I have a great respect for curiosity."

Stapes: "It is a debt between two men. The games of the court have no sway over such things. And I insist you keep it."

[qcyllan]

"-Eres muy joven. Mucha gente te juzgará solo por tu edad.- Inspiré, pro él levantó una mano-. No te acuso de dejarte llevar por fantasías infantiles. Lo que te aconsejo es que evites que parezca que te dejas llevar por fantasías infantiles.-Me miró desapasionadamente, con su habitual serenidad.

Agaché la cabeza. Tenía la impresión de que lo había decepcionado."

[sistersatanic]

There was a character in my favourite childhood book series that was described as ‘Stalky’

Unfortunately I only knew the word ‘stocky’ at that time and as a child I thought it was one in the same-one of those insidents where you hear a word but never see it spelt.

I pictured this character with broad shoulders, a full muscular figure, and big bones.

Fast forward to the rerelease of the series, with pictures. And the character looks like this:

Stalky. He was ‘Stalky’ the whole time.

(But imagine a broad shouldered, strongman-type Lorren??)

[nightwolfomega]

Baked with Blood

Part 1

One of the best ways to show your love is the way you bake, Betty loved baking even when she was a baby. She loved to watch her mother and great aunt make the most delicious and extraordinary cakes and pies. As a kid she dreamed about opening her own bakery and making other people smile from her own delightful baked goods. 

Moving to a town called Mayfield filled with farming orchards would be the best idea to help her start off her little quest to become a master baker. Driving up to her little house, the paint looked worn and the windows dusty. It was slow progress but still progressed nonetheless, she managed to also rent a little shop she had close to town. It was almost finished with furnishing and safety protocols for the place all she had to do now was start baking and presenting it to the public to consume,

To be honest she spent more time fixing that place up than her own. she pulled out a few more boxes from the trunk of her car and walked up to the little porch and sat the boxes down on the rocking chair doing a couple of trips, going back and forth to get more boxes and finally got the final box on the porch. Unlocking the door, she grabs the boxes and walks in. 

The smell of fresh paint still lingered on the walls, luckily the house looked better on the inside than the outside. Each step the wooden floorboards creaked as she sat the boxes on the couch, whipping her head and blowing out some air. Betty continues bringing boxes inside until she finally collapses on a large recliner. 

It was funny how chilly it was getting outside yet now she was working up a sweat, “Good gracious, finally managed to get everything in before it got too cold out.” standing back up and walking over to the kitchen, she unpacked all of her kitchen supplies before even working on unpacking the other things for her semi new house.

She pulls one of the many cook books she had made filled with all the recipes her family had and flips through it “Hmm, I could go for something with apples.” scanning the index for recipes for the autumn weather. “Ooh, Apple crumble. That would be so perfect.” tapping on the letters. She walks over to the fridge to get some apples but to her dismay there were none. “Ah dang it I forgot to get some.” rubbing her eyes. 

Pulling her phone out she looked up to see if there were any orchards opens selling apples, luckily it was early in the morning, hopefully she’ll have time to go to an orchard and get some apples. Her eyes manage to catch a bundle pluck sale at one apple orchard. Pluck enough apples to fill 5 medium sized baskets for fifty dollars, “Fantastic! I better head on over there quick to get the best ones.” 

Rushing out to her car and this time getting a jacket, she drives off to the Wimbledon Apple orchard. Luckily there were only two cars there, excellent she got there in time. She grabs two baskets and walks up to one of the many trees seeing the yellow ones ripe for the picking, “Yes! These will be perfect!” she starts to scan and pick for the best ones wanting to make sure she got the best apples to bake with.

Looking up higher Betty saw the biggest ones on the tallest branches, she was determined to get those now. Just had to pluck one more that was reachable, she was struggling greatly to get it but it didn’t deter her persistence to grab it. 

When her fingers finally managed to reach out to touch the apple a large scarred hand reaches out and grabs it. Her eyes in a matter of seconds locked onto the man that stared back at her. Wearing a flannel shirt in worn overalls with boots caked with mud and grass.

“OH!!” in a shrill tone of voice flinching away from him clutching her hand to her chest. 

The man jerks back also surprised that she saw him, plucking the apple off with it. 

“Good lord you gave me a startle!” feeling her heart pound loudly in her chest breathing a bit faster now. 

He frowns at her now, he didn’t mean to scare her like that but when he saw her struggling to reach he just wanted to help. It wasn’t his fault he had bad scars on his body and was bigger than most people. He looks at the apple then holds it out for her. 

Betty tilts her head “Wait? Were you getting that for me?” calming down from her little jump scare, his chapped lips pressed firmly together and his eyes looking down slowly nodding. She couldn’t help smile “Oh sweetie that is so kind of you.” stepping up to him. 

About to say more there was a loud commotion “Hey! You get the hell out of here you thieving devil boy!” Mr. Wimbledon shouts as a few other people rushed with him. 

“What are they talking about?” looking back at him to see the poor man terrified now “Hey hey honey what’s the matter?” she asks worriedly. Looking back at the crowd she put the pieces together quickly and knew they were going to do something bad to him, thinking fast she grabs his hand firmly “Follow my lead.” she spoke up to him. 

Betty didn’t know why she wanted to help this guy all of a sudden but she watched plenty enough movies to know how frightening a country mob could be on a person. 

He froze in shock feeling her hand hold his, When the people got close Betty called out loud and clear “Thank you so much for offering your help to pluck these apples with me! It would have taken me hours if I did it by myself!” 

The farmer stops “Young lady you shouldn’t be anywhere near that man he’s bad news!” stomping his foot down. Betty turns to look at the crowd keeping her hold on his hand firmly even standing in front of him like a shield “I don’t really see how a man helping me grab an apple from the high branches makes him bad news, if anything he’s good news. I know darn well I’m not tall enough to grab those delicious beauties and he was so kind to offer me his help with it. Isn’t that right?” looking back at the man. 

His hand was shaking and getting sweaty fast, “Just nod.” she whispers to him. In a quick reflex he nods “There see? He’s not doing any harm to anyone.” smiling happily to the others. They pause and Mr. Wimbledon makes a deep frown “After you get this woman enough apples I want you out of my orchard you hear me boy!” he spoke sternly. 

The man nods as his body shivered, he held onto her hand more firmly now. When the people went back and the other people plucked apples though keeping an eye peeled on him. Betty sighs “What the heck was that about?” arching a brow, turning back to him she saw he was still startled by what could have happened. 

“Are you okay honey?” her heart sore just seeing the poor man so scared, it was like looking at a shivering dog huddled in the corner. “I’m so sorry to put you in a position like that.” feeling bad that she practically forced this guy into helping her now. She noticed he was still holding her hand, using her other one she gently rubs her thumb onto his knuckles “It’s alright now.” she coos trying to give him comfort. 

His eyes drift down to see her doing that, it made his heart stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. How long was it that he got this delicate nurturing touch from someone, far longer than he would have liked to remember. 

“How about I give you half of my apples to pay you back? Would you be okay with that?” unsure if that would even be good enough. “Or if you want I can bake you something with them if you like.” maybe that would be better she hoped to herself. 

The large man paused and looked at her tilting his head curiously, “Do you like apple pie?” crossing her arms, he thought about it and shrugged. “Okay, how about apple crumble?” raising a brow. His eyes widened, Apple crumble? that was one of his favorite desserts his mother would always make for him and his brothers.

“From the look on your face you must like apple crumble, tell you what big guy. If you help me pluck enough of the biggest apples off these trees I’ll make you the best apple crumble you’ve ever eaten in your life.” Betty offers holding out her hand to him “Deal?” giving him a smirk.

He nods and shakes her hand with the other one, to her surprise though she could only feel half of the hand, when she notices he’s missing his pinkie and ring finger. Pulling her eyes back up to him she grins “Okay, lets pick some apples.” excitedly lifting up the second basket.

“My names Betty by the way, I recently moved here not too long ago.” holding the basket in her arms ready to hold the ones he would help pick for her.

The man felt his face get warm, he couldn’t help think how well the name fitted her with how pretty it was. 

“What’s your name?” she asks innocently, reaching out to pluck another apple to put in the basket. He stopped and fidgeted with his fingers, he hated talking to others, always feeling his voice was as ugly as his appearance was. “M-My names Th-Thane. Thane Crimson” his voice honeyed yet croaky also.

Betty blinked a moment, she wasn’t expecting him to sound like that. She couldn’t help find it cute, it almost made her think of a large bear dressed as a cowboy. “That’s a really lovely name.” she finally speaks out with a warm smile. 

Thane’s brows arched, he wasn’t expecting her to say that at all. When he spoke people would always feel uneasy or worse scared, “Well Thane I appreciate it very much that you’re helping me with this and I promise to make you the apple crumble.” placing a hand on her chest “Cross my heart.” she adds with a giggle.

He couldn’t help feel the sides of his lips twitch upward making an awkward grin, they spend thirty minutes looking for the best apples and having some small talk. Thane told her about his brothers Vincent the eldest always knew his mechanic work fixing any vehicle or farm equipment, if you get on his good side he’ll treat you well. Lorren the second born was always known to make music with his violin, despite the calming music he’s always full of energy and running around making sure the house is kept nice and tidy.

“You’re brothers sound amazing, I wish I could get a chance to meet them.” holding the basket up for Thane to place another apple in. He hums, “Say uh, if you don’t mind me asking. Why was Mr. Wimbledon so angry when he saw you here?”   placing the basket down.

He frowns looking down for a moment then back up “Because they think I’m the son of satan.” plucking another one off and placing it gently into the basket. “What?! Why on earth would they even say that?” horrified by his answer.

He looked away and raised his other hand up to show the missing fingers “They don’t take kindly to people that weren’t born with all their pieces, or the rumor that we put a curse on all the fruit  tree’s years ago.” Betty’s eyes widen “Curse? What kind of curse?” 

“When our momma died the trees in the orchards died a few days later, They said she was a witch that cursed them.” tears started forming in his eyes “But she’d never hurt no one, momma was always kind and warm.” whipping his eyes with his worn sleeve. 

Betty’s heart sank seeing him like this, she just wanted to wrap her arms around him and tell him it was going to be okay. So she did, lunging forward and wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling close to him. She could feel Thane jerk suddenly by the sudden touch.

 “That’s cruel and horrible of them to say that about you and your family. You’ll never hear anything horrible like that from me.” you spoke firmly. “I may not know you all that well at the moment but from what I can see I think you're a very sweet man.” 

Thane couldn’t help shiver again now, his eyes welling with tears as the trickle down his cheeks, she could hear him sniffling as he slowly rose his arms up, almost afraid to even hug her back. “It’s okay sweetie,” she coos softly rubbing his back.

In a matter of seconds he sobs hugging her tightly as he falls to his knees burying his head into the crook of her neck. This woman was so sweet, so compassionate almost...like momma. “Hey Thane, would you like to come to my place to pick up the apple crumble and bring your brothers? I would love getting to meet them.” rubbing his messy hair. 

Thane felt as if his heart was going to melt into a puddle hearing this, This woman just met him and now she wants to meet his brothers so quickly. He felt a pain in his chest suddenly, what if this was a joke just a cruel prank to make him have a false sense of compassion from this woman.

“If you want I could even bring it to your place if you could tell me where you lived.” her eyes drifting to his head. She couldn’t believe how such a big intimidating looking man could be so sensitive and touch starved. 

“Y-You’d do that?” he asks, pulling away from her, his eyes now red and puffy. Betty smirks and pulls out a little pack of tissues from her pocket, it was always good to have tissues in case of moments like this, pulling one out and giving it to Thane to wipe his eyes. “Of course.” 

His hand carefully takes the tissue and dries his eyes “Wh-why are ya bein so nice to me? Ya barely even know me.” looking at her like an innocent puppy would.

Betty arches a brow and shrugs “Cause why not?” she replies offering her hand to him “C’mon lets take these apples to my car and I can drive you back to your place if you would like.” 

Thane blushed, of course he did walk here through the woods to get some fresh air, he knew the lands of this town like the back of his hand “If you wouldn’t mind that.” bashfully scratching the back of his head then taking her hand. “It’s no trouble at all.” Betty replies, helping Thane pull himself up.

They take the baskets and dump them into large bags she brought with her, paying the farmer Than sat in the car waiting patiently though he was nervous as he could even feel the peoples eyes watching him. “Thank you very much, have a nice day.” Betty spoke about to walk back to her car. 

“Hey young lady.” Mrs. Wimbledon spoke out to her, she paused and turned to look back at the middle aged woman “That boy is nothing but trouble, you need to stay away from him or he’ll do god knows what to you.” she warned looking at Thane who was still in the car but now hunkered down trying to hide, not like it was helping him though due to his size.

Betty tilts her head “Oh? And why may I ask should I be worried about the man who just helped me?” innocently asking, The woman frowns “They’re sons of satan. Horrible bad things come from them rotten thieves if you don’t watch them. They’re responsible for the death of all the orchards years back with their devil magic and we all had to buy new trees to replace them.” She spoke bitterly.

“I may be part of the christian faith but I’m afraid I don’t believe in that sort of superstition. I think I’ll be just fine. Thank you so much for the apples and have a good day!” cheerfully walking off. The woman was dumbfounded that this girl didn’t even care of the evil those boys could do.

Getting in her car and turning on the ignition “Ready to go Thane?” she ask smiling over at him. He nods, keeping quiet, still keeping his head down. Betty drives off as the people stare at the vehicle leaving with a mix of worry and and wariness.

“That was fun,” keeping her hands on the steering wheel, Thane lifts his head up. He could help feel some relief was lifted off his shoulders to get out of there, all those people staring at him with hate and suspicion. “Where do you live at sweetie?” looking around for a moment then getting her eyes back on the road.

Thane guides her to the path of his home, it took roughly about half an hour until they finally make it to a large vast open field. “This is a really big space.” driving up she then sees a three story house that makes her eyes widen “That’s home.” he spoke sheepishly “Wowzers, that’s astounding.” blinking a few times. 

She then notices a man standing on the porch wearing mechanic clothes stained with blotches of oil and grease with his arms crossed and from the looks of it he was pissed. “Is that Vincent?” parking her car, “Yeah, he ain’t too happy that I wandered off again.” Thane spoke sheepishly. 

“Well I’ll help explain to him what happened okay?” unbuckling her seat belt, “R-Really you’d do that for me?” fidgeting with his fingers. She nods at him and exits out of the car with Thane. 

“You better have a damn good reason going off like that.” Vincent stomping off the porch up to Thane “Those people will not hesitate to hit you with rocks or even their damn cars if they could.” now taking notice on Betty “Who the hell is this?” looking back at Thane agitated. 

“You’re bother was helping me get apples from one of the orchards, I couldn’t reach the ones that were higher up so we made a deal that I would make him some apple crumble if he helped me get enough.” trying to keep herself confident and hope not to make Vincent any more mad.

“Wha-Are you serious with me right now Thane! How the hell do you know this woman’s gonna keep her word?!” he barks at him. “Because you guys are coming to my place to pick it up!” Betty spoke back with her voice raised. Thane looks at her surprised while Vincent scowls at her. “I am fully aware of what the people have said about you and your brothers and I can assure you I have no intention of being like that. Thane told me so many nice things about you Lorren.” looking back at her car “Thane was very kind to help me when he didn’t have to so I want to repay his kindness. If you don’t believe me you can even come to my place to watch me make it.” looking back at Vincent crossing her arms keeping firm to her word.

Vincent was quiet for a moment and looks at Thane “Alright, we’ll come over and watch you.” now becoming more calm “Okay, I’ll tell you the directions to my place. And if you guys have trouble with them here’s my number.” pulling a little note pad out of her purse and writing her phone number down to give them “There, Now if you’ll excuse me boys I have to prepare for a delicious apple crumble for my new dear friend here.” smiling up at Thane. “See you all later.” Betty adds and walks off giving them a little wave.

As she drove off Vincent stood next to Thane “She’s different from them, ain’t she.” putting his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, she was really kind to me and even gave me a hug.” Thane spoke bashfully looking down. Vincent sighs and goes up to the house “Well we better go inside and make ourselves look presentable for the lady.” Thane follows with a smile on his face. 

Crimson brothers had to get ready to meet his kind innocent woman that was so kindly making them something sweet and they were looking forward to getting to know Betty. 

[bookcub]

Lorren as a Modern Professor

you know that teacher that never smiles, but you always want their approval? 

yeah that’s him 

kids recommend books to him all the time and even if he doesn’t read them or isn’t interested, he writes them down 

he is a big believer on encouraging literacy 

and if the library doesn’t have it, he will request it 

students honestly can’t tell if he wears the same thing every day or if he just has five of the same shirts (it’s the second one) 

he ALWAYS wears suits 

he does not own jeans or t shirts 

two students once saw him in the grocery store 

Lorren gave them a death glare and they never mentioned it again 

except once in drunken, hushed voices 

no one believed them that Lorren had a cart full of rubber ducks 

(but he did) (there was tea as well, but they didn’t see that) 

he drinks earl grey tea

he has the same mug every single day and the students have a running pool of what’s in it

they don’t believe it’s actually earl grey 

Lorren emails students the syllabus a month before classes start 

he expects everyone has read it and spends only five minutes on it in class 

you better have read it 

he doesn’t give small assignments, no 

there is reading every day 

SO. MUCH. READING

but only three papers and they are all one third of your grade 

if you don’t want to show up to class, fine 

as long as you did the reading and do the assignments 

his emails are always formal 

“Dr. Lorren” on everything 

you will fail a paper if anything is improperly sourced 

mla is LIFE 

there is a set of encyclopedias in his office 

he cancelled class three times over his 20 year career 

he does NOT get sick 

his office hours start on the hour and end on the hour 

elodin just sometimes shows up in his classes 

and recommends romance novels (which are good btw) (but he does it to piss it off Lorren) 

(Lorren has a large collecting in his personal library) 

(and elodin knows this) 

(it pains him to no end that no one believes him) 

(and yes he recs books from Lorren’s own library)