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[glade-constellation]

I know the logical reason Sun and Solar weren’t extremely close before Solar’s death was due to keep Davis from having to voice several characters in one scene.

Personal headcanons though? Sun was still dealing with his trauma from Eclipse and Solar was still dealing with the death of his own Sun. Neither were ready to be hurt again by going through similar experiences to their last trauma.

[glade-constellation]

I take physical and physiological damage every time my brain decides to manually autocorrect Solar’s name into things. I had a bag of candy corn I accidentally called “Solar corn” once, which was funny at the time, but now I’ve gone and accidentally called orange Fanta “Solar Fanta”. I don’t even simp for the guy, he’s just there. Please get him out of my head.

[glade-constellation]

Just finished catching up with TSAMS (I hate cliffhangers and knew we were about to have several), and I. Have so many questions. And am so emotionally tired.

At this point, Moon either has a virus, or he has been taken so out of character. I’m sorry, I do not see a situation in which Moon of all people feel it okay to let a sibling die. His whole point of existence was for his family, according to Moon himself. If it’s not a virus (from Ruin or implanted by Dark) than it’s just poor writing of a character.

Sun, in the other hand, has me over here cheering. Finally. We are getting his personal thoughts on his relationship with Old Moon, we are getting his rapidly declining mental state from Current Moon, and we are seeing all his broken pieces as they are. He is not okay. He has not been okay. With the way all the other characters are treating him (besides Jack and Dazzle) he is not going to get better. He is tired, he is angry, and he is hurt. And he finally is allowing himself to feel it. So much of this arc is about Sun just as much as it is about Moon. Sometimes, you have to let go of the ones you love most to realize how much they have hurt you.

(I am also finding myself liking Ruin more and more. I wasn’t a fan of “Infected” Ruin, enjoyed “Cured” Ruin, but Actual Ruin? I don’t think he could ever be redeemed from what he did, he killed several billions Thanos style, but um. I’m actually not against him getting a second chance. Or just, living in general. I kind of want to see where he goes from here. He seems very insistent that he needs to stay alive. Ngl, kind of giving MCU Loki vibes in a weird way.)

[glade-constellation]

@venomous-qwille This is something Fool would put Iago in

“cmere boy”

*sound of clanging pots and pans getting closer*

[aemondsbabe]

Two Souls, Entwined

summary: dreams & dirty talk || helaena has been plagued with visions; things between her and her lady in waiting finally reach a boiling point

pairing: helaena targaryen x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, mutual pining, angst but happy ending, dry humping, breast/nipple play, dirty talk but make it poetic and loving, slight aegon slander i broke my own heart, i love helaena sm, there needs to be more content for her i love her, let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 4.1k

a/n: happy day ten of 12 days of smuff!! i'm actually very excited/proud of this one, it got a lot more personal than i was expecting! really feeding that scared bi girl i was in middle school idk. i hope y'all enjoy it!!!

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Helaena sighs when she opens her eyes and blinks, disoriented by the early morning light, her head still clouded with sleep. 

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers to the emptiness of her chambers, the cryptic phrase a familiar one now as it had been making its home in her head for the past few weeks. 

Sitting up with a groan, she pauses at the edge of her bed, staring blankly ahead as the cloudy figures from her dream seem to swirl around her still. She was growing frustrated with the shadowy shapes, as much as she hated to admit it – she did not often enjoy her dreams, they often brought news of unpleasant tidings, secrets that she alone seemed expected to bear, but for the past few weeks her dreams had been… pleasant. Joyous, in fact. Yet they seemed much further away than the others, only revealing small slivers of information to her night after night. 

She smiles softly as she gives one last glance out the window before padding over to the vanity in her chambers, determined to brush out her hair before the maids have the chance, they were always too rushed and hurried. Her mind drifts back to her dream as she runs a comb through her fair hair; lately, this mysterious dream seemed to be the only thing she could focus on for very long. 

The figure in it seemed so familiar, moving around her as if it was an old friend, someone safe. She sighed again as she thought, blushing despite herself as she recalled her latest vision, remembering how the shadow had moved about her, as if in a courting dance, before it leaned in closely, though if it were for a kiss or to whisper a secret she didn’t know. 

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” She repeats, as if the repeating will somehow reveal more. 

It puzzles her greatly, the feelings of safety mixed with distinct romantic desire, a deep wanting from somewhere within her. There aren’t many people she even feels safe around, and even less so those she’d ever felt romantic longing for, and a much shorter list followed of people who had ever felt romantic longing for her. She feels secure around her mother, of course, and grandsire and her precious younger brothers, but she cannot help but wrinkle her nose with disgust at the thought of romantic intent with any of them.

She blinks, setting her hairbrush down and biting her lip as she thinks. I feel safe with Aegon, she ponders, brows knitting together, He’s never given me a reason to not feel safe but… She sighs, not bothering to finish the thought. She was well aware her marriage was one of politics, not of love. She remembers there had been whispers of many suitors when she’d finally come of age; everyone from Aegon and Aemond to her half-sister’s bastard sons had been considered, and though Helaena appreciated some more than others… she didn’t desire any of them. 

Before she can help herself, her blue eyes flit over her own curves as she gazes at herself in the mirror, wishing, as she had so many times before, that she could reach out and feel her own reflection – feel a mirrored twin with similar soft skin and supple flesh. She wishes that soft, delicate fingers could touch her as well; she had grown tired of rough, battle worn touches long ago. 

Someone I feel safe with and feel romantic longing for, she thinks again, blinking rapidly as a familiar face immediately springs to mind yet again, just as it had every time she’d pondered this mystery for the last few weeks, only growing more frustrated. It can’t be, she’d decided that long ago, long before this vision began. 

But...

The Gods only ever seemed to show her visions that were assured, that would come to fruition, one way or another. Maybe… maybe that meant that y–

No, she thought, locking eyes with her reflection, Don’t be ridiculous. 

She smiles as she hears her chamber doors opening, at the same time they do every morning, and turns around on the ornate, cushioned chair at her vanity, her eyes locking with your familiar ones as you waltz it. 

“Good morning, Princess,” her heart beats a mite faster at the sound of your voice, at the bright smile that graces your lips as you stride to her, “I trust you slept well?”

“Good morning, sweet friend,” she greets you brightly, standing and pulling you into a hug as she did every day, “I did, quite peacefully, actually. And you?” She asked, trying to ignore the small voice that longed to hold you more closely, as she did everyday. 

“I did as well,” your hand lingers in hers for a moment as she steps away, sitting back at her vanity as the maids arrive, instantly fluttering around the two of you like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, “After we break fast, would you like to come to the gardens with me?”

Helaena merely nods, though inside she buzzes, her heart fluttering like a bird’s wings. 

I would follow you into the Seven Hells, she longs to say. 

You wake with a small start, your hand instantly flying to your lips. You could swear they still tingle for a second from when she’d kissed you, just before you’d woken up. Blushing, you glance around your chambers, as if there would be anyone else there, and finding them empty leaves you both relieved and disappointed all at once. 

Sighing, you slide off of your plush bed and walk over to your small vanity and use the small wash basin to splash water on your face. A small thrill shoots up your spine as you glance over your shoulder in the mirror, knowing from the position of the light filtering through your windows that it’s nearly time to go find your friend. 

Friend.

It’s a funny word, you think, not one you would have imagined assigning to the princess all the many years ago when you’d arrived at King’s Landing, young and eager to be a lady in waiting for Helaena. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your lips each time you think of her, your quiet, captivating princess. You meet your own gaze in the mirror and frown, looking at yourself in the way a disappointed parent would look at a child. 

Not yours, you chide, like repeating it over and over would make it hurt any less, Not yours, not yours, not yours. 

Sighing yet again, you rise from your spot at the vanity and quickly grab your robes, eager to escape your own thoughts. 

“This one is the iphiclides podalirius,” Helaena says, her voice soft as she marvels at the delicate butterfly perched on the back of her hand, “More commonly called the scarce swallowtail, I believe. It’s truly remarkable, normally they don’t travel this far north, though I’m told they’re a common sight in the gardens of Sunspear.”

“Then we are quite lucky to see it,” you smile, setting your embroidery hoop on the bench beside you as you study the yellow and black striped insect, though your eyes seem to drift to the princess on their own; you can’t help but smile as you see the way her beautiful sapphire eyes light up as she examines the small creature, “It’s very beautiful.”

Like you, you think, swallowing down the words. 

“Would you like to hold her?” Helaena asks, looking at you hopefully. 

As always, you nod, aware that you were the only one who seemed to entertain her fascination with insects and plants. Selfishly, you liked that. 

Slowly and carefully, Helaena guides the butterfly onto the back of your hand; the two of you sitting close together, close enough for your shoulders to press together. A giggle leaves you at the feel of the insect's feet on your skin, so small and light, like tiny, faint kisses.  

“Perhaps she was drawn to the hydrangeas,” the princess muses, “Those are new this year, though I suppose any of the other very colorful plants would spark her fancy as well, like the lilac or poppies or…”

It takes you a second to notice that she’s gone quiet next to you and you finally tear your gaze away from the butterfly, frowning slightly when you see the look on her face, her blue eyes hazy and unfocused as they flit back and forth like she’s watching figures you cannot see. 

“Princess?” You ask softly, reaching out to take her hand, only halfway aware of the butterfly fluttering away, “Helaena?” You ask again, a bit louder, gripping her hand tighter. 

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers, so faintly that the words scarcely leave her lips. Your frown only deepens, your eyebrows knitting together as you shake your head, trying to make sense of her words. 

“What?” You ask softly, used to hearing her mutter odd phrases but seeing her in a trance was something altogether different, “Helaena? Should I go fetch the maester?” You don’t know why you ask her, not expecting a response. 

The figure danced in front of her again, clouded in darkness, though instead of feeling cold and empty like the dark so often did to her, these shadows hugged Helaena like a blanket. 

She blinked, and suddenly everything changed, becoming clear as if she’d blinked away tears. The clarity was startling for a second as the edges of the figure sharpened before her, still leaning toward her as if it meant to whisper an amorous secret.

Finally, her eyes focused and in that moment, she felt as if she could be knocked over by the air current made from the flittery wings of a butterfly. 

You. 

It was you, just as she’d always suspected, standing before her as if you’d always been there. 

Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe. The phrase repeats in her mind like a mantra as she stares at you, marveling at the way you stare at her. 

Like she’s precious, something to be fawned over. Something to be… loved? 

Her heart hammers wildly in her chest as she reaches out, her fingers finally skimming over your cheek. 

She could cry, perhaps she is crying, she doesn’t know. The only thing she’s sure of is that this feels so right, like a puzzle piece within her has finally shifted and slotted into place. 

Just as it crosses her mind to lean in and kiss you, the vision falls away, words echoing in her mind as the gardens come back into focus.

Not a friend. 

Not a friend.

Not a friend.

Yet...

Not a foe. 

“Helaena, please!” You beg, urgency coating your voice as you lean in closer, closer than you’d ever dared before, praying to see some spark of recognition in the princess’s eyes. 

Suddenly, she seems to come back to herself, gasping as you jump back away from her, startled. 

“Oh!” She breathes, blinking a couple times before her blue eyes finally fix themselves on you, “I’m so sorry, I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.”

You shake your head quickly, moving back toward her and taking her hands in yours once more, your heart twisting as you notice them trembling slightly. “There’s no need to apologize, I’m just happy you’re alright.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Helaena staring at you in a way that makes your cheeks heat up, as if she’s seeing you for the first time, before she seems to catch herself and look away, much to your disappointment. 

“Was that one of your dreams?” You ask softly, looking down to where her hand rests within yours. 

“Yes.” She says simply, her eyes locked on the way your fingers overlap hers as she desperately tries to ignore the voice in her head telling her to enterwine them. 

“What did you see?” You ask, catching her gaze again. There’s a fire in her eyes now that makes you shiver. 

She’s quiet for a moment, neither of you so much as breathing as you stare at each other – the princess looking at you so intently you wonder if she’s trying to hear your thoughts. You pray she can’t. 

“Nothing of importance,” she says finally, pulling her hands away and standing from the bench suddenly, “They’re just shapes, really. Fuzzy things.”

“Alright,” you smile as you stand with her, picking up your embroidery hoop from where it had been abandoned at your side, “If you ever wish to discuss them, I would be more than happy to listen.” You tell her, desperately wanting to hold on to whatever moment you had just shared with her. 

She merely nods with a small, soft smile and holds her arm out for you to take, “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for supper.” 

The fire warming your skin from the hearth in Helaena’s chambers normally felt cozy and inviting, but tonight the heat of it was stifling as the two of you sit in silence. Each of you is presumably working on an embroidery piece, although the atmosphere feels more like that of a stalemate with each passing moment. 

You can feel her looking at you, sneaking glances every minute or so. You imagine she can probably feel the same, perhaps that’s why she keeps looking your way, because you can’t seem to keep your eyes off her either. 

Finally, the tension in the room seems to boil over and you can’t take it anymore; your fingers dig into the wood of your embroidery hoop as you gather the courage to speak. 

“Have I… Are you cross with me?” 

“Pardon?” The princess asks, jumping a bit before laying her hoop at her side, her eyes wide as she looks at you unabashedly now. 

“You, well, you keep looking at me. I just, I’m hoping I haven’t offended you in some way.” You chance a glance at Helaena and quickly do a double take, heart clenching in your chest when you see that she looks as if she’s about to cry. 

“You haven’t,” she breathes, shaking her head emphatically, locks of pale hair cascading down her shoulders as she does, “I simply… I was considering the dreams I’ve been having, the one I had earlier today.” 

“But what does that have to do with me?” 

“You’ve been in them!” She says suddenly, loudly, like she has to force out the words. 

“What?” You blink. 

She sighs heavily and swallows, wringing her hands on her lap. “You were in them. You have been for weeks.” 

You wonder if the princess can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you blink, silently praying to whichever of the Gods may be listening that Helaena’s dreams and your dreams were not somehow intertwined. In the back of your mind, you knew your pleas were useless. 

Your mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish that’s been plucked from the water before you finally find your voice, “What… what am I doing in them?” Your whole body buzzes, fearing the answer and desperately needing it all at once. 

The princess hesitates, you want to scream as you can all but see her weighing her options in her mind before she finally, finally speaks. 

“Courting me, kissing me.” 

A small withering, wounded noise passes your lips at her words. You feel dizzy, the room spinning as you feel as though the entire world is crashing down around you while at the same time, it’s as if a mountain’s worth of weight has been lifted from your shoulders. 

“And your visions… they only show things already fated to occur?” You feel frozen as you ask, not a muscle in your body moving. You know the answer even as the question leaves your lips, but you need to hear her say it. 

Helaena sighs and shakes her head, a frown cutting across her pretty face, “That’s why it’s frustrating,” she bites, spitting the words like the mere act of explaining is painful, “This one cannot come to pass, I do not understand why I see it…”

She keeps speaking, talking through her annoyance, but the sound of your own blood pumping wildly through your veins blocks out her words. 

No, your head pounds as you silently scream, No, no, no! Please, just let me explain, give me a chance, I’ll do any—

A loud sob cuts through your thoughts; the world seems to wrench its way back to you as you look at the princess, eyes widening when you see the tears flowing down her flushed cheeks. 

“You could never truly wish to…” She says slowly, brokenly, words fading like she can’t even bear to say them. 

“I do.” The words feel punched from your chest like you’re holding your heart out to the open air.

Helaena’s ocean eyes cut to yours as her breath hitches, the both of you not daring to move a muscle as you sit together on the small sofa in her chambers; the fire crackling in the hearth is the only indication that time has not ceased to exist. 

You aren’t sure who moves first, maybe the Gods have threaded the two of you together so tightly that you move as one, you can’t be sure. 

But her lips are on yours. 

And her hands cup your cheeks as yours scramble to fit around her waist, four hands poised on a knife’s edge. 

You sigh against each other, pulled together like a knot in a thread, and you gasp as you find yourselves pressed together, chest to chest.

Finally, you part for air, panting together as you stare, foreheads pressed together. 

“Princess—“

“You love me?” She asks, swiping a thumb over your cheek; it’s only then you realize you’re crying. 

“Yes,” you breathe, your hands grip her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer to you, “And you?” 

“Yes,” she echos, her thighs slotting over one of yours as she climbs atop your lap, “You are my heart beating out of my body.” 

Her words zap through you and your heart twists in your chest as your hands clamber against her, your lips press against hers again urgently. Twin moans, muffled into each other's mouths, sound between you as your hands cup her rear, pressing her more urgently against you. 

“You are beautiful,” you sigh, hands grabbing at her plush curves through the silk fabric of her skirts, “You’re so soft and —“ 

“Warm,” she breathes, moaning into the column of your neck as her lips move against your skin, “You’re so warm, my love, like the sun.” 

My love. The pet name sends a shiver down your spine as the two of you move together, pressing kisses against whatever patches of skin you can find, rocking together instinctually. The firmness of her thigh presses deliciously against your center, your skirts rucked up enough to bare your smallclothes, which press welty against your core. 

You gasp, pressing a kiss to the princess’s collarbone as her hips move tantalizingly on your thigh, the warmth between her legs nearly suffocating as you whimper and sign against each other’s soft skin. 

“I have always loved you,” you confess, nearly coming undone as she begins tugging at the ties at the bosom of your gown, her hands shaking as she pulls them loose, “Always, from the first moment I saw you.”

She makes a noise between a moan and sob as she finally tugs your bodice loose, and you whimper as her lithe fingers ghost over your breasts, causing your back to arch into her touch. “I’ve always loved you too,” she sighs as her soft hands cup your chest, kneading the flesh in her palms, “I always wanted to court you, marry you, I,” her voice breaks off in a faint, high-pitched whine as you finally manage to unbutton the bodice of her gown, she savors the feel of your lips and hands against her breasts for a moment more before continuing, “Gods, I wished to bed you, I’ve always longed to know what you would feel like, how sweet you’d taste.”

Her confessions nearly make you weep as you kiss over the fat of her breasts, keening into her supple skin as she delicately pinches at your nipples, “I have only ever thought of you, my sweet princess,” your chest heaves as you speak, your words muffled as you lick over her nipple, “When I sleep, when I wake, when I–” The words stick in your throat as you freeze, peering up at her through your lashes, somehow still impossibly afraid of going too far, or too fast, or too anything. 

“When you what?” She asks, her voice so soft and sweet as she stares down at you, her fingers digging into your breast and side as her sapphire eyes flit between yours, “Tell me, my love, when you what?” She urges, her hips moving somehow more desperately against yours, only serving to fuel the fire slowly building within you. 

“Gods, when I touch myself,” you whisper, shuddering as she lets out a breathy moan above you, “When I peak, sweet princess, I think only of you.” Your confession ends in a sharp gasp as she angles you backwards, anchoring you to her with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Her lips trail down your neck and collarbone before finally, she presses firm, fiery kisses to your breast, panting as she wraps her petal pink lips around your nipple and sucks, pressing her thigh more firmly against your center as she does. 

“I think only of you too,” she breathes, blue eyes fluttering up to yours as your hands tangle in her pale locks, “Every time I touch myself, I dream of you,” she mumbles around your breast, her touch all but burning into you as she kisses across your chest before mouthing at the other side, “When my brother beds me, it is you I see, my precious lady.”

You practically sob as her admission sends you reeling, each cell in your body bursting like lightning from a stormcloud as you peak. You’re useless to do much else other than tremble in her hold as shivers travel in currents down your spine, your smallclothes no doubt ruined as your center clenches frantically at nothing, your pearl so taut and achy as it twitches against the princess’s thigh. 

You don’t waste a second when your high subsides, moving frantically as you push Helaena back, slotting yourself perfectly atop her, pressing your thigh between her legs like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Your skirts fan out around your bodies, blanketing your forms in a soft sea of silk, your bare chests pressed tightly together as you rut against her, needing to see her awash with pleasure more than you need breath in your lungs. 

“My love, my sweet princess,” you sigh into her mouth, your tongues swirling together as she all but cries beneath you, her hands digging possessively into your waist, “I am yours, my love, until the end of my days.” You swear, pressing your thigh tightly against her center, and your heart soars as she finally shatters in your grasp.

You watch, enraptured, as she peaks; mesmerized at the blush that blooms on her skin, at the way her blue eyes roll back as her eyes flutter closed, at how her breasts heave as she sucks in desperate breaths. The sounds she makes seem to pierce into your soul, each whimper and moan and cry ripping away parts of you until your heart is stripped bare, beating only for her. 

The two of you lay in a heady silence for many moments, the only sounds being your soft, panting breaths as you each come down and the ever-present crackle sounding from the hearth. 

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” Helaena whispers, her voice raspy as she speaks.

“Pardon?” You ask, pulling back from her embrace just enough to meet her gaze.

“That phrase,” she explains, her eyes glimmering in the firelight as a smile steadily blossoms on her pink lips, “I kept hearing it, in my dreams about you.”

You stay silent, tracing soft circles on her soft skin, leaving room for her to continue.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but now I see.”

“Hm?”

You aren’t my friend, the Gods spoke truthfully,” she beams, radiating joy as she studies your face, “You’re my love.”

Her statement is simple, but it makes you smile all the same as you press a sweet kiss to her lips.

“Yes,” you nod, pulling back to meet her eyes as you lay a hand over her heart, “Always.”

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🎀YOU AS PADMÉ X HAYDEN CHRISTENSE: THE LOVE STORY🎀

FIRST

synopsis: after filming begins, sparks fly between you and your co-star Hayden.

words:  2.6k

warning: not based on real events, fluffy, hint of romance, kiss

a/n: hello there, since I’m on vacation, I wasn’t at home, and typing on my phone was a struggle (lol). Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this chapter—it’s been SO fun and cute to write 🥹💕! I’m excited to keep exploring this idea and seeing where it goes! ✍️🌟

Feel free to like, reblog, and share your thoughts—I’d LOVE to hear them! 🫶✨ Kisses! 😘💌

🌸 Special shoutout to @notantou and @barnes70stark—I hope you both enjoy this chapter! (I hope this is how you tag someone lol) 💖 

CHAPTER 2: FILMING

Filming had started in earnest, and each day on set seemed better than the last. Since Padmé and Anakin were a couple, it meant you and Hayden shared countless scenes together, naturally growing closer with every take. It became an inside joke among the crew—wherever one of you was, the other wasn’t far behind. If someone needed to find Hayden, they’d look for you first, and vice versa.

One of your earliest scenes together was Anakin’s reunion with Padmé after ten years apart. Hayden had this way of channeling Anakin’s mix of boyish awe and simmering intensity, and every time he looked at you as Anakin, it felt like the air between you shifted. His gaze was so earnest, so full of wonder, that it made your own smiles feel impossibly real. It was as though the world around you blurred, leaving only the two of you in focus.

A few weeks later, the production moved to Italy to film the Naboo sequences. The trip itself felt like an adventure, from the chaotic energy of boarding the plane with the entire cast to long days filming in stunning locations. On the flight, you’d been seated between Hayden and Ewan. Somewhere over the Atlantic, your head had found its way onto Hayden’s shoulder, and you slept soundly until Ewan woke you, teasing gently that you needed to eat to stay healthy.

Now, you stood by the edge of a lake that looked almost too beautiful to be real. The breeze rustled through the trees, and the sunlight danced on the water, creating a golden glow over the landscape. You adjusted the gradient dress that hugged your frame, its soft colors perfectly complementing the serene backdrop. Hayden, standing beside you as Anakin, leaned closer with a playful smile.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear, “the lake is beautiful… but not as beautiful as you.”

You glanced at him, trying to suppress the warmth rising in your cheeks as the director called for everyone to take their places.

The scene began, and as Anakin and Padmé, you slipped seamlessly into character.

“I don’t like sand,” Hayden began, his voice tinged with frustration and yearning. “It’s coarse and rough and irritating… and it gets everywhere.”

His knuckles brushed against the bare skin of your back, sending a shiver up your spine. You inhaled sharply, your lips parting as you tried to keep your focus. His hand lingered just a moment longer, and his eyes locked onto yours. “Not like here,” he continued, his tone softening, “here everything is soft… and smooth.”

The air between you grew heavy as his hand dropped, and he leaned in closer. Your heartbeat quickened, echoing in your ears as his ocean-blue eyes gazed into yours, filled with unspoken emotion. You could barely breathe, barely think, as your faces drew nearer.

Then his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft but electric, like the first spark of a fire. His lips were warm and insistent, moving against yours with a passion that felt as natural as breathing. You responded instinctively, your hand brushing against his jaw as you deepened the kiss. Time seemed to stretch, each moment suspended in something impossibly sweet and intimate.

When you finally pulled away, your heart was racing. It took every ounce of effort to steady yourself and remember Padmé’s next line.

“We can’t do this,” you murmured, your voice trembling slightly as you stepped back, mirroring Padmé’s internal struggle. “It’s just not possible.”

Hayden’s expression was unreadable, his blue eyes darkened with something that felt like both longing and heartbreak. Whether it was the mark of his incredible talent or something unspoken lingering between you, you couldn’t quite tell.

But as he spoke his next line, his voice heavy with emotion, you couldn’t ignore the way it mirrored the weight in your own chest:

“Anything’s possible, Padmé. Please, listen.”

Even after the cameras stopped rolling, the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, the line between acting and reality blurring more with each passing day.

Outside the set, you and Hayden always seemed to find reasons to spend time together. Nearly every evening after filming, the two of you would set off to explore Italy’s winding streets, discover cozy cafés, or try food recommended by the crew. Sometimes, Ewan would tag along, joking that he was there to keep an eye on you.

“It’s my job, after all,” he’d say with an exaggerated sigh. “Make sure you don’t end up with any broken bones—or worse, broken hearts.”

You’d always laugh, tossing your head back before linking your arm through his and dragging him down the cobblestone streets, his mock protests drowned out by your giggles. Hayden would walk beside you, hands tucked in his pockets, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he watched the playful dynamic between you and Ewan.

But tonight was different. Ewan had stayed behind, citing an early morning call for a particularly tricky scene. That left just you and Hayden, wandering through the warm Italian evening. The soft glow of lanterns lit your path, and the distant hum of a mandolin floated through the night air.

Your hand found its way to Hayden’s as you strolled, your fingers intertwining naturally. His thumb brushed lightly against your palm—a quiet, comforting gesture that felt more intimate than either of you was ready to admit.

“So, what’s on tonight’s menu?” you asked as you approached a small, tucked-away trattoria. Its rustic charm beckoned with candlelit tables and the scent of garlic and fresh herbs wafting through the air.

Hayden opened the door for you, letting you step inside first before pulling out a chair at one of the corner tables. “Let’s see…” he said as he scanned the menu, his brow furrowed in thought. “We had pizza yesterday, so maybe Risotto alla Milanese? That sounds good.”

You nodded, your gaze flicking up to meet his. “It does, but I’m thinking the tortellini. That way, we can share and try both.”

“Perfect,” he agreed, his lips curving into that easy smile you were starting to associate with comfort and warmth.

When the waiter arrived, you placed your orders and asked for his wine recommendation. The moment he mentioned the perfect pairing, you hesitated, glancing at Hayden.

His blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he raised a brow. “A glass of wine with dinner? I think we can handle that.”

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Right. Nothing wrong with drinking with a friend,” you replied, the words tasting both true and untrue at the same time.

The waiter brought over the wine, pouring two glasses before leaving you to your quiet corner of the restaurant. The candlelight flickered between you, casting soft shadows across Hayden’s face.

“So,” he began, swirling the wine in his glass thoughtfully, “what’s been your favorite part of Italy so far? Aside from the food, obviously.”

You smiled, leaning your chin on your hand as you considered his question. “Honestly? This. These little moments.”

His eyes softened, his expression almost unreadable as he leaned forward slightly. “What do you mean?”

You gestured vaguely to the restaurant, the warm atmosphere, and then to him. “Just… being here. With you. Wandering through the streets, talking about nothing and everything. It’s easy, you know? Like I can just… be myself.”

For a moment, the air between you grew heavier, but not in a way that felt uncomfortable. It was a warmth, an unspoken understanding passing between you, like you were both teetering on the edge of something neither of you could quite name.

“Well,” Hayden said after a pause, his voice quieter now, “I think that’s my favorite part too.”

Your eyes met, and for a moment, the conversation faded, replaced by the silent exchange of emotions that felt too big for words. The waiter interrupted with your food, breaking the spell, but the warmth lingered, settling in your chest as the night went on.

And as you shared bites of risotto and tortellini, trading easy smiles and inside jokes, you couldn’t help but think that there was nothing ordinary about this friendship—nothing ordinary about the way Hayden made you feel.

“I’m not ready to go back to the hotel yet,” you admitted softly, letting out a contented sigh as you stepped out of the restaurant. Hayden had insisted on paying tonight—it was his turn, after all. Last night, you had covered dinner despite his protests, and you’d made a habit of alternating ever since. When Ewan joined, of course, the unspoken rule was that he would pay, joking that his longer career meant he had “the Jedi Master’s wallet.”

Hayden turned to you with a warm smile, his hand gently reaching for yours to help you down the step at the entrance. His touch lingered, sending a flicker of warmth up your arm. “Good,” he said, amusement lacing his voice. “Because our night isn’t over yet.”

You raised a brow, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a surprise,” he teased, guiding you across the quiet street. His hand stayed wrapped around yours, a protective yet casual gesture that felt almost too natural.

“I’m not a big fan of surprises,” you pouted playfully, watching his grin widen.

“You’ll like this one,” he promised, his voice confident but soft, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as if to reassure you.

Before you could reply, a cyclist suddenly whizzed by on the sidewalk. Hayden reacted instantly, pulling you out of harm’s way. Your body collided with his chest, his hands steadying you with a firm grip on your waist.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of you, the faint sounds of the city fading into the background. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, his ocean-blue eyes filled with something unspoken. Desire, friendship, fear—it was all there, tangled in the quiet tension between you.

“Surprise,” Hayden said gently, his voice breaking the spell. He turned your chin with a light touch, drawing your attention to the small, charming gelato shop across the street.

“I love ice cream,” you exclaimed, your face lighting up with excitement. Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the shop.

The gelato parlor was quaint, its white-and-blue décor evoking a cozy, nostalgic charm. The furniture was simple but inviting, and the sweet scent of waffle cones and fresh cream filled the air. After ordering two cones—yours pistachio and his hazelnut—you found a table outside beneath a string of twinkling lights hanging from the lamppost.

The street was quiet, the soft glow of the lights casting a dreamy warmth over the scene. It felt like a moment pulled straight from a romance film, and for a second, you wondered if Hayden saw it too.

You ate in comfortable silence at first, the occasional hum of approval escaping your lips as you savored the gelato. Hayden watched you, his smile small but genuine, as if he found your enjoyment more entertaining than his own.

Then, as you took a bite, a small smear of ice cream ended up on the corner of your lips. Before you could reach for a napkin, Hayden leaned forward.

“Hold still,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over the spot, wiping it away.

Your breath caught at the intimate gesture, your heart thudding in your chest as his touch lingered for just a moment too long. When he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the melted gelato off, your cheeks flushed with heat.

The air between you shifted, charged with something unspoken yet impossible to ignore. Your gaze met his for a heartbeat, your pulse quickening at the intensity in his eyes. There was a softness there, a quiet longing that mirrored the ache you were trying so hard to suppress.

You quickly looked away, focusing on your ice cream, though your thoughts refused to settle. Hayden didn’t press you, but you could feel his gaze lingering, as if he was waiting for you to say something, to break the tension that seemed to stretch endlessly between you.

“This is… really good gelato,” you said finally, your voice a little higher than usual, though you refused to meet his eyes.

“Yeah,” Hayden replied, his voice soft and laced with amusement. “It is.”

And yet, neither of you was talking about the gelato anymore.

“I think we should go back,” you suggested timidly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. “We start recording early tomorrow.”

Hayden didn’t reply right away. His eyes lingered on you, the soft glow of the streetlights catching the flecks of blue in them. For a moment, you felt completely exposed, as though he could see past every word you didn’t say. The moment stretched until he finally nodded, scratching the back of his neck with a boyish smile.

“Sure, sure,” he said lightly, though his voice carried a hint of something unspoken. “Let me walk you home, signora.” His playful tone made you laugh, even as your heart gave an unexpected flutter. He knew perfectly well that you were both staying at the same hotel.

“Thank you, sir,” you replied with a mock curtsey, slipping your arm through his as the two of you began strolling back.

The walk was quiet but easy, your steps falling in sync as you navigated the cobblestone streets. The cool night air brushed against your skin, and the distant sounds of the city faded into a comfortable hum.

Hayden glanced at you as you walked, his expression softening. “You know,” he began, his voice low, almost hesitant, “tonight was nice. Just us. No cameras, no scripts… just you and me.”

You turned to him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “It was,” you agreed, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m glad we did this.”

His hand brushed against yours, and for a moment, you thought he might take it. But he didn’t. Instead, his fingers lingered near yours, close enough to feel their warmth, but not quite touching.

As the hotel came into view, you slowed your steps, reluctant for the night to end. When you reached the entrance, Hayden held the door open for you, bowing slightly in exaggerated chivalry.

“Signora,” he teased, though the smile on his face didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Thank you, sir,” you replied, your voice softer now.

The elevator ride up was quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward but charged with something neither of you dared to name. When you reached your floor, you hesitated for a moment outside your room, turning back to him.

“Goodnight, Hayden,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you for just a heartbeat longer than necessary. Then, with a small, almost reluctant smile, he added, “Sleep well.”

You nodded, stepping into your room and closing the door behind you. Leaning back against it, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your heart still racing from the quiet intimacy of the evening.

On the other side of the door, Hayden stood for a moment, his hand still resting on the wall where he’d leaned during your goodbye. He exhaled softly, shaking his head at himself before turning to head to his room.

Neither of you could quite put words to the connection growing between you. But as the night faded into memory, one thing was certain—this was far more than just friendship.

[psychics4unet]

What kind of life will you share with your future spouse? 🏡💑 Pick a picture and see!

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Pile 1: The Lovers 💕 Four of Wands 🎉🏡 Queen of Cups 💖🌊

The Lovers reveals that your life with your future spouse will be built on a foundation of deep love, harmony, and meaningful choices. This card speaks of a soulful connection where mutual respect and emotional intimacy thrive. Together, you will create a partnership that feels balanced and fulfilling, rooted in trust and affection.

The Four of Wands brings joyous energy, symbolizing celebration, marriage, and a happy home. This card suggests a life filled with shared milestones, cozy moments, and a sense of stability. Whether it's your wedding, building your dream home, or creating family traditions, this card radiates warmth and unity.

The Queen of Cups adds a layer of emotional depth, showing that your relationship will be nurturing and compassionate. You and your spouse will create a safe emotional space where both can openly express feelings. This card highlights the role of empathy, support, and unconditional love in your shared life.

Together, these cards describe a life filled with love, celebration, and emotional fulfillment. Your future with your spouse will be a beautiful balance of romance, joyful milestones, and a deeply nurturing bond.

Pile 2: Knight of Pentacles 🐎🌟 Ten of Pentacles 💎🏡 The Empress 🌺💫

The Knight of Pentacles suggests that your life with your future spouse will be built on steady progress and shared goals. This card reflects commitment, loyalty, and a shared sense of responsibility as you work together to create a stable and prosperous life. Patience and effort will be key themes in your relationship.

The Ten of Pentacles points to a legacy of abundance, security, and family. Together, you and your spouse will build a life that is not only financially stable but also rich in love and connection. This card also indicates a strong bond with extended family and the creation of traditions that last for generations.

The Empress represents creativity, nurturing, and growth. It highlights a relationship where love flourishes and new beginnings—whether children, projects, or shared dreams—are nurtured with care. Your life together will feel abundant, comfortable, and surrounded by beauty.

Together, these cards depict a life of stability, prosperity, and nurturing energy. Your future with your spouse will be a journey of building a solid foundation, creating a loving family, and enjoying a life full of beauty and comfort.

Pile 3: The Sun 🌞💖 Page of Cups 🎨💌 The World 🌎✨

The Sun shines bright, promising a life filled with happiness, positivity, and shared success. This card suggests that your relationship will bring joy and vitality into both of your lives. Together, you will face life with optimism and light, always finding reasons to celebrate.

The Page of Cups brings a playful and romantic energy, indicating a relationship where creativity, kindness, and emotional openness are key. You and your spouse will share sweet moments, heartfelt conversations, and a sense of wonder that keeps the romance alive.

The World represents completion, fulfillment, and achieving your dreams together. It suggests that your life with your spouse will be one of adventure, shared accomplishments, and a sense of wholeness. This card highlights the idea of a love that feels all-encompassing, where together, you create a life that feels truly complete.

Together, these cards describe a life of happiness, creativity, and fulfillment. Your future with your spouse will be filled with love, shared joy, and the satisfaction of building a life that feels like a dream come true.

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[glade-constellation]

I think all of these might be from my Starborn AU (except for my ‘sona).

Eclipse from my Starborn AU. His upper wings have been changed to black and his lower wings are now a kind of red/orange sunset, I just haven’t had time to redo it.

Solar Flare, Foxy, Sun, and Moon from the same AU

And my ‘sona

500 FOLLOWERS

Wow. 500 of you. That number feels surreal, especially after everything these past few months. (Don't scroll away there's a surprise at the bottom of the post.)

In July, I faced harassment over a rumor about being hired as a TSAMS writer. In August and September, it escalated—stalking, harassment, and widespread slander over SolarNexus, a ship I don’t even ship. October brought betrayal as someone I trusted turned out to be a predator, slandering our friend group, faking their death, and running away upon confrontation. Last month, I had to take a stand against someone sharing NSFW with minors, leading to more slander and harassment.

Now it’s December, and honestly, fandom discourse feels inevitable. But you know what? I don’t care.

This community has been so supportive to me throughout this. I have grown close with friends, made new ones, and gained so many supporters and I don't know how to say thank you enough. I've reached so many of my goals for this year, and there's always going to be more work to do.

I'm starting a new fic. I'm updating my old ones. I'm making art for a voice actor. I'm a mod in the community server. And I'm finally working on a project again that I started in August.

I’ve been really hesitant to show this project off on main, beyond reblogging things here and there. I won’t reveal which character I specifically play—though it probably wouldn’t be hard to guess.

This project started as a way to support the mod who plays Lunar, who was receiving harassment simply for enforcing their boundaries. Yes, you read that right—they were harassed because they didn’t want to post negative confessions. When we saw that happening, my friends and I got together, and I said, “Haha, wouldn’t it be so cool if we just made a bunch of confession blogs to dunk on the haters and roleplay and shit?”

Within 24 hours, two new blogs popped up. One hasn’t done anything to hurt me, so I won’t name them, but we all know who they are. The second? Biased-tsams-confessions—a blog that was one of the leading forces behind the harassment I faced in August. They would flip their lid if they knew I was the leading force behind TSBS CVAU and remain its head administrator and manager. Honestly? That makes me even prouder of this project.

Of course, I couldn’t do this alone. A huge thank you to my partner in crime, @lyrical-hue, who has been my rock throughout this journey. They’ve helped smooth out the bumps along the way, making sure I don’t handle everything solo.

I’m so excited to finally share this project with my fanbase publicly. We’re expanding our world and currently looking for new members to join the group! If you’re interested, you can apply here:

Okay so now the real question. How am I celebrating this milestone? The past two times I made a post like this I did a raffle (one of which I'm still finishing the artwork for). This time I'd like to do something different.

I want to make some free emotes for the community. My community. To give back some of the support I've been given.

To be applicable for this, reblog this post with references of your character designs, AU designs, OCs, or sonas. As many as you want. They can be your own characters, or personal designs for preexisting characters. Or even just. Characters. I will literally just take canon designs of characters too. I'll even take requests for my own designs. As you can see there are a LOT of emotes there, so I need a LOT of characters from the community.

RULES:

Characters must be submitted through REBLOGS

You do not get to choose which emote is made, I do, I'm doing this for free after all

You HAVE to be following me, this is an event to celebrate my followers after all.

And uh, yeah that's kinda it. If you want to join the discord you can join here:

[dinlukeweek]

🌟DinLuke Week 2024 Prompt Submissions 🌟

Hello, fellow DinLuke shippers!

Please use the Google Form below to submit any prompts you would like to see/create fanworks for during DinLuke Week 2024! We look forward to seeing what you all come up with this year! 🖤💚

IMPORTANT INFO:

You don't have to be a creator to submit prompts! We'd love to hear from all DinLuke fans what sort of content they'd like to see.

You can only toss us 10 prompts per Form response, but you can send as many responses as you want. Go wild!

If you have any questions about prompt submission or the event as a whole, send us an ask! We are happy to send you a private reply, if you request it.

We have a dedicated DinLuke Week channel in the Star Dads Discord server! We post notifications, updates, and reminders about the event as we move forward. The moderators of the server are also the moderators of the event, and they are available to answer any questions you have! For a link to the server, please visit the Star Dads Tumblr blog and check the pinned post.

Follow this blog for updates about the event! And consider reblogging this post to help us get more prompts!

@swfandomevents

[mistytarot0919]

★~(◠‿◕✿)Tarot observations - Marriage indicators Part 2

Hello, everyone! Misty - your tarot reader here✨🔮🌠🃏🌟!

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Marriage and tarot can be interconnected in various ways. Tarot can be used as a tool for gaining insights and guidance on relationships, including marriage. Tarot readings can provide clarity on the dynamics within a marriage, potential challenges, and ways to enhance the connection between partners.

Additionally, tarot can be used for individual self-reflection and personal growth, which can ultimately benefit a marriage. By gaining a deeper understanding of oneself through tarot, individuals can bring more awareness and mindfulness to their relationships, leading to healthier and more fulfilling marriages.

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For other tarot content you can find more over here(❁´◡`❁).

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(✿ ♥‿♥)THE LOVERS 

The Lover is a card that can signify marriage(includes Adam and Eve, the first married couple to walk the earth)

The Lovers alone does not predict a marriage

The Lovers is also a card of sexuality and temptation, so in a negative reading, it can predict that your relationship will be ‘sinful’ and not progress to a major commitment

In a more positive reading, The Lovers can represent a deep connection and bond between two people, a mutual understanding and support that is strong enough to overcome any obstacles

It can represent the coming together of opposites, creating a harmonious balance within the relationship

The Lovers is a card of union and partnership, whether that be in the form of marriage or a committed relationship

It signifies the importance of love, trust, and communication in any partnership, and the potential for growth and harmony in the connection between two people

(✿ ♥‿♥)TEN OF CUPS 

Ten of Cups is a Tarot card that predicts that you will have your fairytale ending which, usually means that you will get a big fancy wedding and marriage to the person of your dreams

The Ten of Cups is a card of families, babies, and children(so, if you are at the point in your life where you would like to, not only marry, but start a family with your partner, the Ten of Cups in an outcome or future position of your relationship reading is a good sign)

Ten of Cups signifies emotional fulfillment, happiness, and harmony within relationships

It represents a sense of unity and contentment that comes from being surrounded by loved ones and having strong emotional connections

It is a reminder to focus on the positive aspects of your relationships and appreciate the love and support that you have in your life

Whether it is through marriage, starting a family, or simply enjoying the love and support of your loved ones, the Ten of Cups promises a happily ever after scenario for you and your partner

(✿ ♥‿♥)TEN OF PENTACLES 

The Ten of Pentacles is especially good for ‘marriage’ questions if you or your lover has inheritable assets

The Ten of Pentacles often predicts that property, businesses, money, or other valuables will be kept in your family and passed down to the younger generation

If you or your lover do not yet have a family of your own, then the Ten of Pentacles is an indicator that you one day will

The Ten of Pentacles represents wealth, stability, and security, strong foundation and financial abundance

This card indicates that you have worked hard and achieved success, and now you can enjoy the fruits of your labor(It can also suggest long-term investments paying off, or receiving an inheritance)

In relationships, it can symbolize a strong, committed partnership that is based on trust and shared values

It represents a family that is harmonious, supportive, and financially secure

This card encourages you to focus on building stability and security in your relationships and to appreciate the wealth of love and abundance that surrounds you.

(✿ ♥‿♥)THE SUN

The Sun is another marriage card and, in Tarot, it is traditionally associated with weddings

The Sun predicts happy marriages for the foreseeable future, especially if they appear in an outcome position

Joy, success, and positivity in all areas of life

It indicates that obstacles will be overcome, and things will start to fall into place

It can also suggest a new beginning or a fresh start in a relationship, bringing happiness, fulfillment, and harmony

In love readings, The Sun can signify a strong, loving, and supportive partnership

It indicates that both partners are on the same page, enjoying each other's company and building a strong foundation for the future(any challenges or problems in the relationship will be resolved, leading to a period of growth and happiness)

It's a sign that good things are on the horizon and that love and happiness are within reach

[encanto-extended-edition]

✨️Bienvenido, everyone! Thank you all for your patience with this event, we are so excited to share this with you! ✨️

To start, we are your lovely hosts for the Encanto OC Appreciation Event:

Amanda @overly-dramatic-artist & Pena @dororoxpenana!

You may recognize us in the Encanto OC community already with our OCs Angela Morales Estrada (Amanda) and María Madrigal (Pena), but you’ll find out more about them during the event! 💖

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♡ The main goal and drive of this event is to spread some much needed love and appreciation to our fellow OC creators! You are all such a gift to this fandom, and it’s more than time to recognize each other! While we will be reblogging everyone’s creations on to this blog, this event will only work as intended if you all interact with each other! We can speak for almost everyone when we say that it is entirely welcome for you to go feral in the tags and comments. Share your enthusiasm. Go wild. If someone says something kind to you, you are legally required to pass that on ten-fold (Just kidding, but please please interact with each other!). ♡

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✨️The Prompts!✨️

👋🏼 Week One (October 1-7) : Introduction. Time to share the lore of your OC! For this week, we are looking for your OC’s backstory, what connects them to canon, and who they are as a person! This can include detailed character sheets, a written backstory, drawings of them through stages of life, how you developed this character, even a ‘slide show’ of their background; literally anything pertaining to who they are.

❤️ Week Two (October 8-14) : Relationships. Let’s take a deep dive into the interpersonal relationships of your OC! Family, friends, lovers…enemies? For this week, share any works that give us a look into who your OC is connected to; it can be a family tree, drawings of them with friends, their wedding; as long as there is some form of connection, you’re golden!

🌟 Week Three (October 15-21) : Extras and Add-Ons. Have an AU? Or two? Or ten? All you full of bits of information and side stories? Share it all! This week is for you to share anything and everything you want. Any sort of obscure alternate timeline, a detailed overview of their sense of fashion, pieces of trivia like their favorite food or weather, what their handwriting looks like, comics you’ve been wanting to share. Anything and everything is game!

🫂 Week Four and a Half (October 22-31) : Share the Love. Spread around the appreciation for your fellow artists and writers! Send head-canons or thoughts about someone else’s OC, or maybe some artwork or a one-shot! Or even express your delight for another person’s creativity. We highly encourage you to engage with people you may not be super familiar with.

You are more than welcome to use older material for this event, especially for the first three weeks, but we just ask that you make a new post with this blog tagged so we know to reblog it! New creations are greatly encouraged, but we understand that making art and writing is time consuming 💖 You can also make multiple posts for each week if you have a lot to share, don’t feel pressured to cram everything into one post!

‼️Rules regarding the event:‼️

🔴Please refrain from comparing OCs against each other or to canon characters in a negative manner. This event is meant to appreciate everyone’s efforts, we’ve all dealt with enough negativity already. Be kind.

🔴We want to keep this event friendly for all ages in the fandom, so we will not be reblogging any blatant NSFW content on to the blog. You are welcome to share things of adult-theme, but just know we won’t be sharing it from our platform (we’ll drop a like though).

🔴Any content of incestuous nature will not be allowed whatsoever. This is a one strike policy. Don’t do it.

🔴No tracing or stealing works from other artists/writers. If you have commissions or artwork made by other people for you, that is more than welcome, but do not steal someone else’s work.

🔴No content made using AI

🔴Keep in mind this is not a contest or a competition; please be kind to other artists and writers. We are all on equal ground here.

✨️Please tag our event blog (this one!) as well as using the hashtag ‘encanto oc appreciation’ & 'encanto oc event' as we want everyone’s work to be shared on our blog like an archive of love!✨️

💖If you have any questions, please feel more than welcome to reach out! We want this event to be as fun as possible! 💖

[glade-constellation]

A few more people I’d love to add!

In Order -

@socksandbuttons

@jackobbit

@basilbots

@that-fox-thing

@samoftheswamp

Just wanted to appreciate some of the artists that have LITERALLY carried the TSAMS fandom and are the only reason I still draw:

Feel free to add ones I missed -

In order:

@ayyy-imma-ninja @eddwardharrison @keplitz @astrofairy06 @garbagechocolate @galaxysugarr @thatonebgcharacter @cattoncondy

[shinystarfishmoon]

What you need to know right now ?!

Pile 1,2,3👉

Hello everyone! Tara🌟 here

Take 3 deep breaths and choose a plie it's also OK if you choose more then one ☺

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Plie 1

Hello pile one welcome to your reading 🦄

Cards : knight of wands, justice, page of cups, 8 of cups, 5 of wands, seven super of wands, six of swords, ten of cups now let's get into it 👀

So with the knight of cups , I think anyone who has chosen plie 1 has a lot of ambition, dreams and desires they want to be fulfilled. A lot of ideas that can turn onto great opportunity. The message is not sleep 😴 on those ideas. Dreams are dreams untill you take a practical step to make them come true . With the justice card you need a practical approach to the dreams that you have for yourself, it does not mean to limit your dreams but to actually have a practical plan to make them work. An equal and non biased approach is necessary. With 6 of swords.. I think some of you might travel / move to different country or city for work. or this might even mean cutting off toxic people in your life. Feeling bit sad but doing this a necessary. With 5 of wands I think it might be some times over bearing and hard but your dreams are worth it. Do not give up on them. A big message to follow your dreams here. Your ideas are not as stupid as you think.. They are worth giving a try 💗

This is all I have for you plie 1 . Thank you and see you again 🦄

Plie 2 🐦

Hello pile 2 welcome to your reading 🐈

Cards : two of swords ( reverse) , nine of swords, emperor , Ace of cup, one of wands, king of cups, the sun. Let's get into your reading 👀

Plie 2 may have been caught between two choices, or two things that they are not able to choose between, or a conflict that does not even involve them but still are stuck in it . Advice is sometimes it's better to walk out then to stay 🚶. Whatever it is this might have taken toll on you, brough out the deepest of your fears with nine of swords here . The emperor in reverse also talks about someone in leadership position misusing their power. If it's you be careful of misusing your power. Or it might be some else who is doing that. Ace of cups and ace of wands with this card I think that you need to focus on your self fill your cup before you fill others. You need to focus on your self at this time. Focus on opportunity coming your way. This will lead you to have more place to grow emotionally. By focusing on your self you would create new non toxic cycle in life.

This is all I have for you thank you and see you again 💗

Plie 3

Hello pile 3 welcome to your reading the 🐧

Cards : Tower, 5 of swords, two of pentacles, ace of wands, king of pentacles, 3 of cups, 6 of cups, lovers. Let's get into your reading 👀

Plie 3 may have suffered with some kind of betrayal and went through a tower moment . Where it felt like your foundation were crumbling. This may be romantic or friendship betrayal. Or some of you may have been betrayed by someone you held close to your heart. You may have been balancing a lot of things together at a time. But the message is to not take many things at a time rather to properly manage your time and find balance. New creative and financial opportunities may be coming be at look out for them. Through this you might be able to meet people with same frequency as you. Might be able to bulid friend ships that are mutuality benifical. You might have a realization that you actual forgot to enjoy the Lil things in life because your ambition took over, this is a very normal thing that happens to many of us, your feeling are valid 💗. With the lover card , I feel like for someone of you may even start something romantic...

That's all I have for you plie 3 . Thank you and see you again 💗

[thepsychewrites]

The Complexities of a Black Hole Masterlist

A Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Series

☾Summary: Before you, he used to believe he was nothing more than a black hole, dragging everyone he cared about into the pitch black depths of what his life was. He believed he was cold, merely a bitter taste left on the tongues of those who knew him. Through a stay in Wakanda, the two of you grow closer than ever before. But was it too good to be true? Because how could a marvelous creation such as yourself come to love a terrible afterthought like Bucky Barnes?

☾Word Count: TBA

☾Warnings: This series and blog is strictly 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Each chapter will have its own warnings and tags, but the overall warnings are as follows: This series contains heavy amounts of graphic and descriptive language. Mentions of PTSD, depression, anxiety, self deprecating & suicidal thoughts. Mentions of guns and other assorted weapons, drugs, blood, wounds, and violence. PLEASE TAKE ALL WARNINGS SERIOUSLY!! Heavy smut, p in v sex, oral sex, fluffy sex, etc. Friends > Best Friends > Idiots in Love.

☾A/N: HI MY LOVES 🫶🏼 Third times a charm? Yes — I am yet again reposting this series. But I am so deeply in love with this world and this story I have created (and will continue to create) and I want to share it more than anything. I hope you all enjoy this series. It’s been in the works for well over a year now. Updates are subject to change, but for now I’m aiming for once a week! Reblogs, comments, and feedback are very appreciated! I love you guys. Enjoy the world of TCoaBH 🌟

Feel free to follow @thepsychelibrary for updates on the series! (I don’t do tag lists anymore)

Main Masterlist

Chapters

** Indicates Smut

— One

— Two

— Three **

— Four

— Five

— Six

— Seven

— Eight

— Nine

— Ten

— Eleven

— Twelve

— Thirteen

— Fourteen

— Fifteen

Extras // Mood Boards // Blurbs

— Moodboard one / two / tba

[askinkiskarma]

Good evening, my love! 💙 I wanted to congratulate you on 3K!! 🥳 🥂You're amazing, I absolutely love your writing and your energy! Thank you for keeping our fandom alive! 💋 Now, since you're having this wonderful reblogging event, I've decided to share a little overview of my favorite Avatar artists! 😍 You probably know them all cause they're amazing, but they deserve all the love and recognition we can give them, so!

🌟 Seykkii - twitter

🌟CrazyTom - twitter

🌟Olli Sid - twitter, tumblr (@ollisid)

🌟Zesty's Stuff - tumblr (@zestys-stuff), patreon

🌟Nattikay - tumblr (@nattikay)

🌟Sully Fortress - tumblr (@sullyfortress)

🌟Rosamarej - twitter, tumblr (@rosamarej)

I hope it's ok that I made the previews. I tried to credit and tag everything properly. Have a great day baby, and congrats again, you deserve all the followers and ten times more!!! 😘😘😘

Hi Ines my love <3 this is so so amazing and thoughtful of you, you always go so above and beyond and it's one of the many reasons i love you so much!!! :((

you heard the queen, besties! go follow these talented creators if you haven't already, and thank you so so much for doing this and for bringing awareness to the artists not only of tumblr, but across multiple platforms xx

[glade-constellation]

I am definitely not a vet, but keeping her hydrated is going to be best until you can get to one. If she has dry food, try adding water to it when being fed. Make sure everything like food, water, and a litter box is easily accessible. It would probably be best to look for any emergency vets in your area, just in case she continues to decline. When you go to bed, set an alarm for every 2-4 hours to check up on her. Hopefully it’s just a little stomach bug and getting it all out will help her <3

Also, just to be safe, check if there’s anything odd in places she usually frequents. Any chewed packages or stuff she shouldn’t have gotten into. If she ate something harmful then getting her to a vet asap is best. Make sure the other cat(s) can’t get into it.

Ok today is a very unlucky day, now one of my cats keeps vomiting and can’t keep even water down. She seems very tired but still wants to cuddle.The vet is closed until Monday 😫

How can I help her until then? She seems to like getting her belly massaged.