Feelin' de Jungle Feva'.
Jilatal glances sideways at Lunazu. She glances the other way. She glances back at Lunazu. Jilatal leans against him, and then grabs his arm and draws it around her shoulder, so that she feels the heat coursing from his core. "Joor warm," she mumbles.

theletter27:

Luna glanced back at Jila, then to his book. Back to Jila, and almost back to his book before she slid herself again him, drawing his by now thickly furred arm around her, pressing against his side. “Joor warm.”
“I should charge per person for this. It’s BARELY cold outside.” His voice steamed in the unnaturally chilly jungle air as small snow flakes drifted towards the ground around them. A sudden blast had brought the snow storm in from the dwarven lands, and he seemed to be one of the few jungle trolls happily jumping in and out of snow drifts.
He huffed and rubbed her arm with his hand in an attempt to warm her.

Jilatal pouts. Her ears flick downward and she scowls as her new cloak grumbles about charging. “Nooo. S’ cold an’ joo mah fran’. So dis jus’—-jus’ a nice ting.” She huffs and leans more against Lunazu when he rubs her arm.

She glances at him.

She glances away.

She glances at him.

"…T’ank joo."

"You're warm!"

Jilatal sits at the gate and scowls when a bony Sandfury wraps his arms around her and places his chin upon her left shoulder. The fur upon her shoulders bristles slightly. “De hell joo doin’.”

"Yeh’re warm, Jilatal." Anzeti looks very pleased with himself. He grins widely, closes his eyes, and… purrs?

Jilatal’s ears flatten against her head. “De foc is dis.”

"S’ cold out!" Anzeti whines, still smiling and nuzzling against Jilatal’s shoulder.

"Dammit, Anzeteh." Jilatal sits there and scowls as Anzeti cuddles up to her and purrs-purrs as he becomes warm.

theletter27:

zanjoo-is-goob:

ashkost:

..Honestly.

The pants look fine with the current model. (left pic)

why booty pants.

why not? ;)

DAT TROLL BOOTY LOOKIN GOOD

travellerofazeroth:

Tarecgosa over Stormwind City

Stormwind, Eastern Kingdoms

Ru'qayah grumbled as she scooted up closer behind the mama Darkspear. Snaking an arm around Jilatal's waist, the Vilebranch shoved her face into hair. "Mrmglrrmr... You'rewarmandI'mnotmoving."

Jilatal’s eyes snap wide open. She stares ahead at the sleeping Zalakar in front of her as she feels Ru’qayah’s arm draw tighter around her. “Psst. Zalakar.” The Amani snorts and does not awaken. “Zalakaaaar…”

Ru’qayah’s forehead nuzzles against Jilatal’s scalp. Jilatal swallows. “Zalakaaaar…?”

Her mate rumbles something incoherently, and one bloodshot eye opens in a slow, slender sliver. Zalakar looks at Jilatal. Jilatal looks at Zalakar. The arm holds Jilatal firmly, restrictively in place.

Zalakar throws his hugely muscled arm around Jilatal, pulling her shoulders closer to him. Jilatal’s forehead bumps against Zalakar’s chest as her waist is held back by Ru’qayah, forcing the Darkspear to lie in an awkward “S” position, with her legs drawn up against herself, her hips and waist held back against Ru’qayah, and her shoulders and head pushed against Zalakar’s chest. She feels Ru’qayah’s cheek nuzzle her back. Zalakar buries his nose into her hair and puffs hot breath down the shaved sides of her head. There is a second of silence before Ru’qayah snorts and pushes Zalakar’s forearm away from the top of her head. Zalakar grunts and curls his hand around Jilatal’s shoulder. Then no one moves.

Jilatal stares into the darkness.

Her lower back begins to cramp.

“Hello…?”

Zalakar snores.

"…Shit."

WOW my internet is total butts today.

It’s kind of awful.

Invade my muse’s personal space! Send “you’re warm” to see my muse’s reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them.

angelclark:

99-Year-Old Lady Sews A Dress A Day For Children In Need 

Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.

Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.