#Cora Combs

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Wrestling With Sin: 472

Wrestling With Sin: 472 featuring Uncle Elmer, Dick the Bruiser, Chris Adams and more...

Brian Damage This is the 472nd installment of the ‘Wrestling with Sin‘ series. A group of stories that delves into the darker, underbelly of pro wrestling. Many of the stories involve such subjects as sex, drugs, greed and in some cases even murder! As with every single story in the Sin series, I do not condone or condemn the alleged participants. We simply retell their stories by researching…

[veroinfaciem]

Time travel swapped AU

DQ Brothers doodles + notes

*Homing's death:

In this au, Law finds the brothers before the townspeople do. With no reason to use his haki and wander away, Doffy doesn't meet Vergo and, in consequence, doesn't meet Trebol. But it's a near thing. When Law was busy with a speedrun version of his long-term mental breakdown and an attempt at convincing little Donquixote brothers (or rather Doffy, mainly) to let him help them seas, they're skin and bones, Cora-san is starving - Trebol was tipped off about the whereabouts of the hiding Celestial Dragon's exile, who the whole town was buzzing about. Sniffing possible money and fame, Trebol rushed there with his little gang, killed him and took his head as a proof, before the Heart Pirates realized what happened. Law killed him after that, all of them (maybe excluding Vergo? I'm not yet sure).

Devil fruits:

Law found Ito Ito no Mi during the raid on the Trebol's hideout. Nagi Nagi no Mi was found shortly after by one of the Hearts, when they were combing the surrounding heaps of trash and the city, looking for both a) Trebol's goons, and b) some clues about the place they were tossed into - which island is this? Where is it on the map? and so on and so forth.

[1000sunnygo]

The Rocky Port incident... (2)

was trending in Japan last night, so here's a post magazine release follow-up.

I was looking forward to hearing japanese readers' thoughts, but the source text itself is pretty vague which didn't help them either.

At least now the JP version is available, so I tried my hand on translating it as literally as possible.

Here's a simplified summary from Japanese user @manganouA (x) :

Just a clarification that "Hachinosu" and "Pirate Island", "Wang Zhi" and "Ochoku" are used interchangeably.

A common interpretational agreement is that Law definitely got onboard the wrong ship, and very likely the ship wasn't even going to Hachinosu. Artur's translation was incorrect, Law didn't board the smuggling ship. Pew's team updated their translation with Artur's version, even though their initial interpretation was right.

Law gained information that a smuggling ship heading to Hachinosu used a specific Kingdom's flag as their cover, and mistakenly hopped onboard a REAL ship belonging to that Kingdom- full of passengers and the King himself. The level of catastrophic clumsiness you'd expect from Luffy...

Man scratch that. it was clumsy even for Luffy's standard 😔

Another point to note, the term used to describe Law-Koby-BB combo was "共闘する形", so a combative pact is more appropriate than an alliance (同盟) - which was used for Law's pact with Luffy, and later Kidd (vs Big Mom). Nothing unexpected though.

My entire timeline is people cracking jokes about Law's blunder so I'm cherry picking a few of them.

Law: Crap, I blew it up... This is the wrong ship isn't it? (Cora ghost: Gee, Law... you're also the clumsy type aren't you?)

Zen (@GOKUJOUNOMAGURO) (x). (x)

Blackbeard arrives on luxurious Saber of Xebec, Koby arrives on a naval ship, and Trafalgar Law is somehow on a passenger's ship.

No matter how big of a mistake I make in future, I might be able to console myself thinking, "well, even Law kun got on a wrong ship."

Koby: Misunderstanding? What do you mean? No matter how you look at it, it's an act of terrorism against a Kingdom!

Law: How annoying... I'm in a state of confusion myself! I've no time to deal with the marines.

I got onboard a wrong ship!!!

Koby (after having Alvida flashback): I see. What a disaster, my heart goes out to you. Let's call it a temporary truce and defeat Ochoku first.

Law: You're convinced?!

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My favorite has to be this low - effort comic summarizing their understanding:

"Rocky Port spinoff" was another buzzing keyword last night, I hope Shueisha is taking notes.

[clockwork-ashes]

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part XXIX

Find all previous parts on Ao3 :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @sad-scarred-sassy who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

Tag List: @anishake / @nocasdatsgay / @mybestfriendmademe / @talibunny30 / @halfbutneverwhole / @wishfulimaginings / @goldenmagnolias / @emmers-bens123 / @cauldronblssd / @xirose / @rarephloxes / @thehighlordishere / @the-darkestminds / @lady-of-tearshed

Elain straightened her skirts, smoothing out the fabric with gentle fingers. The golden rings she was wearing glimmered when she moved, attracting her attention. Rubies and pearls adorned each band, riches on full display as was traditionally expected of an Autumn Court bride. She breathed in, feeling Lucien’s presence down the bond. She could practically feel each beat of his heart matching the rhythm of her own, a familiar comfort while she waited by the edge of the woods. 

Cora had just left to tell Lucien that Elain was ready, disappearing in an effortless winnow and leaving her to wait for Eris to arrive. She absently patted the crown of her head, ensuring no curl was out of place. The comb Eris had gifted her pinned the strands away from her face, revealing the pale column of her neck. She bit her lip nervously, wondering if Lucien would find her lovely. 

My mate. 

Elain whispered the words, grounding herself in the moment. 

My husband. 

She supposed she might have to get used to referring to Lucien as such, even if they had both decided to take things slow once they returned to Velaris. There were countless little details Elain still wanted to know about the man she had risked everything for, and considering she was immortal, they would have all the time in the world. She could imagine it all so clearly, experiencing the small and everyday joys with someone she had undoubtedly fallen for. 

Elain smiled, her lips pulled upwards involuntarily as memories from the night before flashed in her mind. Lucien had known exactly what she had needed, and she had managed to surprise even herself at the shameless way she had expressed her every desire. It had been absolutely perfect, he had been absolutely perfect.

At the quiet sound of low voices, Elain was dragged out of her thoughts. She got onto the tips of her toes, peering through the foliage until her eyes landed on a familiar figure. She spotted Eris, his hair a near match to the maple leaves that gently danced around her. Gripping her skirts, she began to walk towards him, but she stopped in her tracks when she noticed that his father was at his side.

Eris looked handsome in a flawlessly tailored waistcoat, the brocade pattern shimmering to look like roses against the dark brown fabric. There was not a single wrinkle on his neatly pressed shirtsleeves, and his long leather boots appeared to be brand new. He barely resembled his father, and the stark contrast in their outfits highlighted each difference. 

The High Lord was wearing an elegant jacket made of velvet in a deep shade of crimson. The cut was simple yet flattering, golden details stitched along the collar created a beautiful pattern, standing out brightly against the material. He looked devastatingly regal and completely in his element. 

A warning shiver ran up Elain’s spine, the feeling making her uneasy. It felt like a warning, a bird’s call before a raging thunderstorm. A voice seemed to linger in the large open space, urging her to wait.  

Instead of continuing forward, Elain hid herself from view, trying her best to use her surroundings as a shield. Drawing on her very limited knowledge of stealth, she focused her energy on staying as quiet as she could. Her palm touched the rough bark of the tree next to her, and she leaned onto the thick trunk slightly for support, the pure white train of her dress dragging along wavy roots. She strained her ears, listening to the steady rise of the High Lord’s voice as the two men approached, coming closer and not knowing that they were being watched. 

“When the girl arrived in our court, I wasn’t pleased,” Beron said, his footsteps silent along the forest floor despite the twigs and leaves in his path. For a moment, Elain was reminded of a vicious predator, feline in nature, ready to pounce. 

Eris hummed, the soft response carrying on a gentle wind. “And now?” 

Beron shrugged, his broad shoulders shifting upwards. “She’s grown on me.” 

Elain realised belatedly that they were speaking about her. She felt as her brows pinched  together. Curiosity had her inching forward in an attempt to hear better, eager to know what else they might say. The feeling of dread still lingered in her gut, and she worried if Eris might share her secret with his father. Anger gripped her readily, and she knew a frustrated blush was staining her pale cheeks. 

Elain gasped when a rough hand grabbed her wrist, and although she was able to stop herself from crying out in surprise, terror slowed her reactions. Slim fingers cold as ice held onto her tightly, feeling like claws. Once her emotions settled, she whipped her head around to see who it was, prepared to scream for help. 

“What are you doing?” Lethe hissed, the question falling between clenched teeth. She was clearly not very pleased with having caught someone eavesdropping on a private conversation between her friend and his father. 

Elain kept her voice low, barely a whisper as she made her demand. “Let go.” 

The other woman did not, but Elain was secretly very proud of herself for maintaining her composure. Lethe tugged her arm forcefully. “You’re being rude,” she admonished, judgement leaking into her tone despite how quiet the words were. 

Elain rolled her eyes, biting back a bitter accusation as she once again turned her attention to the High Lord. He had a hand on his son’s shoulder, the gesture surprisingly sweet and fatherly. “I suppose I should thank you, Eris.” 

At the words, even Lethe joined in listening, standing closer. She ignored the pointed look Elain shot in her direction, aggressively knocking into her shoulder. It was almost friendly, playful in nature, easing some of her nerves. 

Elain saw as Eris frowned, a wary edge falling over his features. “For what?” He asked, tilting his head like a confused hound. Beron’s grasp tightened, the tips of his fingers leaving small imprints where they touched. 

The world spun around Elain, making her lose every sense of direction. It was like the ground had disappeared beneath her feet, there and then gone. The feeling of Lethe’s fingers still on her wrist kept her from falling, and she struggled to connect what she saw in front of her with reality.  

Darkness lingered at the edges of her vision, and her mouth was open although no sound fell from her tongue. She felt like she was floating, lingering like a fog that clung to the forest.   

Beron had moved swiftly, like a snake rushing towards its prey. He held the hilt of a knife between his fingers, the only part visible as the blade dug deep through skin and bone. There was a flare of magic, flames dancing for a moment before extinguishing completely. Heat carried in waves, and Eris’s lips parted in silent shock. His amber eyes were wide, their golden depths fading, the strange colour leaking with every passing moment. 

Beron shifted, his hand moving gently from where he had been gripping his son’s shoulder. He placed his palm against the crook of his neck, cupping Eris’s jaw, before he responded to the unanswered question. “For bringing me something Made.” 

Elain would have made a sound, agony ripped through her chest, almost as if she had been the one stabbed. In response to the tension taking over her body, Lethe pulled her close so that Elain fell against her. The moan she made was muffled as the other woman pressed a hand so tightly to her mouth that she could scarcely breathe. 

“Oh gods,” Lethe murmured, terror clinging to the prayer. She tried to pull them both away, but Elain dug her heels into the ground, keeping them in place.   

Eris glanced at the dagger, his hand grabbing onto the High Lord’s fist. He took an uneasy step back. “Father—”

Beron followed, cutting short whatever his son had meant to say. “You lie like your mother,” he interrupted, poisonous resentment in the accusation. He moved his arm a second time, a flash of starlight as the weapon reflected the moon’s glow for the briefest of moments. Beron plunged the dagger forward with no hesitation, jerking the blade upwards violently. 

Eris grunted, blood dripping from his mouth as he leaned into Beron’s grip. It was strange, Elain thought, that it almost looked affectionate. “You play the game of lords well, and I’ve grown to admire you for it, my boy.” 

Eris clung to his father’s jacket, scarlet on his fingers. It was the exact shade of a rose petal, deep and lovely. It left no stain on the crimson velvet. He shook his head, eyes dark.

Beron continued, supporting his son’s weight. “But you’re weak in all the ways that matter, and for that, I have only myself to blame.” 

Eris fell against his father, eyes fluttering shut, as he made a pained sound. Lethe groaned similarly as she watched, clinging to Elain desperately. Beron ran a hand over the back of his son’s head, pressing their foreheads together gingerly, lovingly. “I’m sorry, Eris,” he offered into the stretch of silence, sincerity dripping from his tone.

Eris did not respond. He only grunted one final time when Beron removed the dagger, the tip of the golden blade dull and strange. His knees gave out attempting to hold his own weight, and while a hand searched absently for the wound, the other lingered on his father’s boot. He coughed, blood staining his collar, scarlet ruining his waistcoat. Elain watched, frozen and horrified as Eris collapsed inelegantly, the action so at odds with the self control he usually possessed. 

When he remained unmoving, Lethe sprung into action. She held onto Elain tightly, dragging her away. There were tears on both their cheeks, and Elain choked on a sob when Lethe finally removed the hand she had kept on her mouth.  

Lucien. 

Elain needed her mate. 

“We have to find Callum,” Lethe mumbled, pulling Elain deeper into the woods, leading them towards the sounds of an assembled crowd. 

Wedding guests.  

Elain realised just as Lethe did that the usual rhythms of the forest had fallen silent. It was unnerving and unnatural, a warning just as striking as the toll of a bell. Lethe tensed before she shoved Elain forward, pushing her until she lost her balance. “Run,” she ordered, frightened eyes wide.

Elain could do nothing but obey. She began to sprint, kicking off her shoes so she could gain more purchase in the loose dirt. She did not even bother looking back to see if Lethe was following her, desperate in her attempts to reach Lucien. She tugged on the golden thread connecting them, hoping he would hurry. 

Elain collided with branches as she continued towards the growing sound of laughter and conversation, sobbing in her relief. She was aware of a presence behind her, looming and ancient, the magic freezing the blood in her veins. Twigs cut at the skin of her cheeks, feeling like sharp nails. 

A wolf howled beside her, haunting. 

Elain nearly fell when she tripped on the uneven land, golden skirts getting in the way. She grabbed at the fabric, holding it near her waist.

The forest was a maze, and she was grateful for her faerie strength and stamina as she ran, trying to reach Lucien. She had to tell him about Eris, needed him to know about what his father had done. 

Darkness appeared suddenly, like a cloud had floated across the sky and blocked the moon. Elain continued to run, slipping in her desperation, a sob ripped from deep within her throat. 

There was no light, and she felt sick. The trees spun around her, overwhelming her senses as she tripped, scraping her legs. The copper scent of her own blood lingered in the air, dizzying. Elain fell to her knees as Eris had, but at least the ground was soft, she thought, the dirt smooth beneath her fingers.

Elain glanced up, craning her neck as the stars winked out of existence. She briefly saw the moon, shining through a gap in the dense canopy of leaves. It was framed prettily by the night sky, hope rising briefly but despair taking root as the moon was swallowed entirely by the dark.

[ohtobealady]

Would you do "Anticipation" for the one word drabbles? Thank you! ♥️

My sweet friend! This is such a great word! Sorry this is a little short (and rushed). I owe you a better one soon :)

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He meant it when he told her he’d imagined their reunion. For he had. He had imagined the way the soft angles of her upturned face would catch the summer sun. He had imagined the way her eyes would open in surprise and then warm over, crinkling at their sweet corners when he came closer to kiss her. And as she smiled up at him.

He had imagined other things as well, things that brought a quick heat to his face when his mind lingered on the images. He shook those away, but with a chuckle. It couldn’t be helped, could it? After all, he’d not been so far away from his wife in such a long time. And across an ocean from her? Oh. Distance did strange things to a man.

He felt a little like a young person again, his heart skipping about, his lips curling into a grin he couldn’t seem to untuck from his cheek. He did his best to keep as calm as possible, at least while Bates was still in the room with him, but he was sure the truth was plainly obvious to the man. He was married himself, was he not?

Grinning more, Robert didn’t bother to button the top button of his pajama shirt. Propriety be damned.

“Will that be all, my lord?”

Robert lifted his chin, picked up his dressing gown from his narrow bed, and he managed a very controlled, “Yes,” and, “Good night, Bates,” before at last turning the knob of the dividing door and pushing open the adjoining door to his wife’s bedroom.

His silly grin blossomed easily into a wider smile as he was met with the scent of her space: white jasmine, of course, and the lavender of her hand cream. But no sooner had he grinned had he frowned again.

Baxter was still here, with Cora, still combing through her hair.

He caught Cora’s eye when she turned her head to greet him, and he thought he could see a small apology in the way her gaze softened.

“Hello, darling. My, it must be later than I thought,” she said as he moved to the bed behind her. He tossed his dressing gown upon it.

“No, not very. I believe I’m early,” he answered, trying to seem nonchalant and uneager though his body ached sweetly to hold her. “The day of traveling has made me tired, is all.”

“I hope not too tired.”

He felt his face go scarlet, even through the tips of his ears. He barely resisted gasping. How could she say such a thing before Baxter?

“I want to hear how it all went, in the end. And about Mother and Harold.”

He almost stumbled into a nod, finally coming enough to his senses to respond, sure that his vulgar thoughts were beginning to color everything around him. But when he looked over again at her, Cora smirked at him in her mirror.

Oh, she knew what she’d said, his darling flirt.

“Ah. I see,” he pretended to straighten her bedding in his lap, and again catching her reflection. “And there is one other thing I’m eager to share with you.”

He thoroughly enjoyed the flash of embarrassment he saw warm Cora’s face.

“That’s all, Baxter,” she easily transitioned, if not a bit abruptly, and touched at the short length of her braid. “Thank you.”

He hardly heard her maid at all as she wished them both a good night, but instead did his best to continue to fold himself neatly into his wife’s lovely bed, a bed he’d dreamt of for days and days.

It was when the door clicked behind her, that Robert felt brave enough to look again at Cora.

“That was very naughty,” she mock-chided as she stood and began to untie her dressing gown.

He laughed. “I assume you are referring to both of us?”

She rolled her eyes, her lovely eyes, as she shrugged the garment from her shoulders. “No,” she said firmly, but the way she crawled into her bed towards him, her nightgown falling agape for just a moment at her chest, it made Robert flush with excitement.

“Darling,” he felt himself gasp, “I have missed you.”

She didn’t answer, at least not with any words. Instead, she let herself lean to him and press her lips against his cheek and then against the corner of his mouth.

That was enough.

He let his hand catch her wrist, and he worked to angle himself toward her too, eventually forcing her backwards, to have her lie down.

He opened his eyes to look at her when at last he rolled more upon her.

She was already looking at him. “I confess that I found the anticipation of tonight quite heady,” he heard her whisper before she lifted her chin to kiss him again. He felt her fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, and he sighed against her mouth.

“Perhaps I should absent myself more often.”

Now they were kissing, truly, but he felt her pull away just enough to quietly plead, “Oh, don’t. I need you close to me. Always.”

He didn’t respond, but instead he wrapped an arm around her and held her ever closer still.

[count-alucard-tepes]

Headcanons for my One Piece hotties - Something they always need to have on them and why

Kizaru ✨: chewing gum, he stopped smoking a while ago and gum helped him stop.

Akainu🌋: his reading glasses, he doesn’t have good eyesight so he always keeps his glasses on him in case he needs to read something.

Ryokugyu 🌱: spf lip balm, he hates chapped lips.

Fujitora 🐅: eye drops, his eyes get dry often.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: a hair comb, so he can brush his hair if it gets unruly.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: condoms, because he doesn’t want to get just anyone pregnant😉

Benn Beckman 🔫: handkerchief, he’s old school so he has it just for the sake of having it.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: AirPods, he loves listening to music all the time.

Killer🔪: cough drops, he tends to lose his voice often.

Kaido🐉: cologne to mask the alcohol smell on him.

King 👑: a mini fan, it gets hot under all those clothes and with his flame.

Queen👑: snacks, he loves his food.

Izou🔫🔫: a mini mirror, so he check his make up.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: a sweater, he tends to get cold often.

Oven Charlotte 🍞: a cooling pad, he tends to overheat after a while.

Buggy🤡: sinus medicine, he has allergies.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: a cloth to clean his glasses

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: sunscreen, he burns easily.

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: his makeup so he can do a touch up when he has the time.

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: a hair tie, just in case he wants to tie his hair up

Gecko Moria🦇: sunglasses, he’s not fond of sunlight.

Iceburg💜: bread crumbs, to feed birds when he’s bored.

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: cash, so that he needs to buy something he can do so immediately.

[nox-in-a-box]

Pick which one was the better episode of the two in your opinion!

Episode summaries for anyone who doesn't properly remember which episodes these are, under the cut.

The Buttercups

Sofia goes on an outing with her Buttercup Scout friends, including Baileywick. He brings unnecessary princess supplies which hinder her activities. When Baileywick tries to help, he touches a poisonous plant and gets rashes. The troop builds a makeshift sled to get everyone down a steep trail, earning Sofia her last badge. Baileywick returns to the castle, informing Roland that Sofia is independent. The Buttercup Scouts make him an honorary troop leader with his own vest and a 'Being Prepared' badge.

The Floating Palace

Sofia's family vacations at Merroway Cove, which is rumored to house mermaids. Cedric plots to steal the powerful mermaid comb. Sofia transforms into a mermaid, be with a mermaid named Oona and learns of the mermaid Queen Emmaline's plan to sink the royal ship. She promises to move the ship but faces disbelief from her parents. Oona gets captured by Cedric. Sofia with the help of her new friend Ariel, Cora and animal friends, saves Oona, mends the relationship between mermaids and humans, and foils Cedric's plan.

(from Wikipedia)

[kitty-buster-moon-simp]

Inktober Day 19 ~ Kissed By Jestro's Henchman

Esp:

Hoy Les Traigo La 19na Semana Del Inktober 2024, Hoy Hice Este Dibujo De Cora Williams-Rolls (Nuevo OC De Lego Nexo Knights) Siendo Besada Por Tom Cinnamon (Otro OC De Nexo Knights), El Ex Secuaz Y Sirviente De Jestro, Ahora El Caballero Gato De Rollos De Canela, En Una Hermosa Colina En Knighton. Cora Es La Hermana Menor De Hugo Alberto Williams (Mi Otro OC De Nexo Knights) Y Le Confesó Sus Sentimientos A Tom Cuando Aún Era Secuaz De Jestro, Ella Es Como Nya (De Ninjago) O Nezuko Kamado (De Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba), Ya Que Es Hermana Menor De Hugo Alberto, Pero Ella No Fue Convertida En Demonio, Ella Junto A Sus Padres, Fueron Secuestrados Por Monstrox, Dejando Solo A Hugo Alberto Y Le Hicieron Creer Que Sus Padres Y Su Hermana Habían Fallecido, Y Eso Deprimió Mucho A Hugo Alberto Ya Que Fue A Cora A Quién Cuidó Desde Pequeña Y Con La Que Tanto Sonrió Y Jugó. Tiempo Después, Hugo Alberto Se Entera De Que Secuestraron A Sus Padres, Y Se Reencuentra Con Cora, Su Hermana Menor, Y Ella Le Revela Que Se Convirtió En Tío, Ya Que Ella Y Tom Tuvieron A Caterina Y A Tom Jr Cuando Aún Estaban Secuestrados, Pero Tom Tenía Que Fingir Hacerle Daño A Cora Para Que Jestro No Lo Despidiera De Ser Su Secuaz Y Sirviente. Por Otro Lado, Tom, Cuando Era El Secuaz Y Sirviente De Jestro, Era Forzado A Hacer El Aseo, Limpiar Los Pies De Jestro, Peinarlo, Lavarle Cierta Parte Del Cuerpo, Ayudarlo A Crear Monstruos, Atacar A Los Residentes De Knighton Y Más Cosas Crueles, Pero Jestro Lo Despidió De Ser Su Secuaz Y Sirviente Cuando Cora Le Confesó Sus Sentimientos Románticos Y Cuando Tuvieron Hijos Y Después De Ser Despedido, Clay, Aaron, Axl, Lance, Macy, Hugo Alberto, Kissy, Candy Y Terra Lo Animan A Unirse A Ellos, Y Animan A Tom Y Cora A Unirse A Ellos Y Así Fue. Lo Sé, Mucho Texto XD, Pero Bueno, Espero Que Les Guste Este Dibujo Que Hice^^

Eng:

Today I Bring You The 19th Week Of Inktober 2024, Today I Made This Drawing Of Cora Williams-Rolls (New Lego Nexo Knights OC) Being Kissed By Tom Cinnamon (Another Nexo Knights OC), Jestro's Former Henchman And Servant, Now The Cat Knight Of Cinnamon Rolls, On A Beautiful Hill In Knighton. Cora Is The Younger Sister Of Hugo Alberto Williams (My Other Nexo Knights OC) And She Confessed Her Feelings To Tom When He Was Still Jestro's Henchman, She Is Like Nya (From Ninjago) Or Nezuko Kamado (From Demon Slayer / Kimetsu No Yaiba), Since She Is Hugo Alberto's Younger Sister, But She Was Not Turned Into A Demon, She And Her Parens Were Kidnapped By Monstrox, Leaving Hugo Alberto Alone And They Made Him Believe That His Parents And His Sister Had Passed Away, And That Made Hugo Alberto Very Depressed Since It Was Cora Who He Took Care Of Since She Was Little And With Whom He Smiled And Played So Much. Some Time Later, Hugo Alberto Finds Out That His Parents Were Kidnapped, And He Meets Cora, His Younger Sister, And She Reveals To Him That He Became An Uncle, Since She And Tom Had Caterina And Tom Jr When They Were Still kidnapped, But Tom Had To Pretend To Hurt Cora So That Jestro Would Not Fire Him From Being His Henchman And Servant. On The Other Hand, Tom, When He Was Jestro's Henchman And Servant, Was Forced To Do Grooming, Clean Jestro's Feet, Comb His Hair, Wash A Certain Part Of His Body, Help Him Create Monsters, Attack Knighton Residentes And More Cruel Things, But Jestro Fired Him From Being His henchman And Servant When Cora Confessed Her Romantic Feelings To Him And When They Had Children And After Being Fired, Clay, Aaron, Axl, Lance, Macy, Hugo Alberto, Kissy, Candy And Terra Encourage him To Join Them , And They Encourage Tom and Cora To Join Them And So It Was. I know, A Lot Of text XD, But Well, I Hope You Like This Drawing That I Made^^

[metalupyourazzzz]

Siren // Orm Marius

Orm Marius & my OC, Cora

Description: Cora is a young girl living off the coast of Amnesty Bay, Maine. She's known Arthur for years after he saved her when she washed ashore. After years of being tangled with the League of Assassins, Arthur comes knocking on her door, Orm in tow. He comes with news: David Kane is intent on destroying the world, and he needs her help to stop him.

Set during Aquaman 2

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Mature(some blood and gore, maybe some smut)

Can also be found on Wattpad: metalupyourazzz

Chapter 1: Take it Off

Years ago

A beach outside of Maine

Arthur stood on the white sand, panting.

“Again.” Vulko commanded, hands laced behind his back, “You’ll never claim the throne if you do not have proper training.”

“This is bullshit,” Arthur cried out, “I just want to meet my mother, my brother. I just want to see Atlantis!”

He shifted his weight, twirling his trident gently, scraping the end in the sand.

“Patience, my young prince, everything good happens with time,” Vulko stated, pacing around, sand kicking up behind him.

Arthur began to speak, when the waves crashed, and something washed ashore.

Someone.

He ran over to the huddled lump and the first thing he saw was the bright green of her eyes. She wasn’t breathing, yet her gaze pierced through him like a knife.

“Vulko?” He whispered as the man stood grimly beside him.

She started coughing, salty water spewing from her mouth, and she rolled over. She had a large gash in her forehead, and she slowly stood to her feet.

“Where am I?” She asked hoarsely, blinking the salt from her eyelashes.

“Don’t worry,” Arthur cooed, “You’re safe.”

Today

09:00 hours

Amnesty Bay, Maine

Cora wasn’t sure what woke her up first, the sunlight peeking through the thin, filtered curtains or the loud knocking on the door. Grumbling slightly, she peeled back the heavy blankets on her bed, and sat up, rubbing her temples. She hoped it helped rid last night’s tequila before she answered the door. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she picked up her phone, groggily scrolling through the 16 missed calls and various texts, all from the same number.

“Arthur Curry, you’re the reason I drink,” she mumbled to herself as she pulled her long blue locks up into a ponytail, quickly combing her fingers through her unruly bangs.

Stepping out of bed, she grabbed the nearest shirt and threw it on, padding across the cold wooden floors to the door. Slowly opening it, she stood somewhat dumbfounded on who stood on the other side.

“Hey squirt!” The tall Hawaiian yelled, picking her up in a tight hug, spinning her before setting her down.

“Arthur, always good to see your face,” she said through a forced smile, his loud voice cutting knives into her head.

“The place looks good,” he remarked, doing a 360 around her dinky studio. He looked a lot different than she remembered. He was more muscular, his hair was longer and more blonde, and he had a ridiculous spandex suit on. His eyes weren’t their normal brown, they glowed a dark gold color, and he had rings and bracelets adorning his arms and fingers.

“Arthur, what are you doing here?” She asked, walking over to her kitchen, pouring a steaming cup of coffee, “Last time I saw you, you had less clothes, and you were less…all of that.”

She finished her sentence with a small motion to his attire and big smile, “You still with the JL?”

He shrugged her questions off, “We are here, because we need your help.”

“We?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Arthur motioned to the door, and that’s when she noticed the other man standing there. He was shorter than Arthur, and from what she could tell, a lot different. He had no shirt on, tweed pants that hung low off his hips, and sandy hair that covered his face, alongside a rugged beard.

“Arthur why is Rob Zombie in my apartment?” She asked.

Arthur snorted, and she could’ve sworn she saw the other man roll his eyes.

“That’s my brother, Orm.” He whispered to her.

“Oh, the righteous douchebag that tried to kill humanity, gotcha.” She whispered back, before she turned to him, “C’mon sunshine let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Arthur if you haven’t forgotten we have better things to do.” The man said, “We have to meet my supplier.”

Cora raised her eyebrow, looking between the two. She shook her head, grabbing a chair and kitchen scissors, “Sit.”

Orm looked at her skeptically, “You’re surely not using those on me.”

“It’s either that or I shave you bald take your pick,” she snapped. He immediately sat down, and she draped a blanket over his chest.

“You still have suits here?” Arthur asked, thumbing through her record collection. He picked one up, and blew the dust off of it, setting it into the record player. Soon the hard melodies of ‘take it off’ by KISS started drifting through the room. The slow snipping of the scissors mixed with it as she worked on Orm’s unruly hair.

“Yeah, I’ve got supplies as well. The League brings me some every so often. I think it’s just an excuse for Talia to keep an eye on me.” She replied, letting out a small laugh. She gently pushed a lock of Orm’s hair out of his face as she worked on the front of his hair. His piercing blue eyes met hers, and she flicked her gaze back to what she was doing.

Soon enough, his hair was at a reasonable length, no longer covering his eyes. He was watching her as she moved, with a grim expression.

Filthy surface dweller, he thought to himself, touching me like I’m a peasant. Treating me like a peasant.

She moved quickly, shaving off his beard, leaving no trace of the torture of being locked in the Fisherman Kingdom. As she worked, she heard a small crash, and something tinkered across the floor, and Arthur picked it up.

“Cora?” Arthur asked, quietly. She looked over to see him holding a crown. One that brought her almost to tears. She dropped the scissors she was holding, and they skittered across the floor.

“A-Arthur, I can explain.”

She barely got her sentence out when he was standing in front of her. His once happy expression was turned to a grim one. His face contorted into an angry frown, as he put the crown almost against her. She trembled as she looked up into his eyes. The fire in them terrified her, it reminded her of the one wearing the crown. The day she never wanted to remember. The one that brought chills down her spine every second she thought of it.

“Cora.” Arthur whispered, voice shaking in anger, “Why the hell do you have my father’s crown?”

[mainefemwresfan]

Lorraine Johnson vs Cora Combs Part 2 of 2

[heyheyatstarfield]

Apart from that, just imagine Sam combing Cora’s hair — it’s such a heartwarming sight, isn’t it?

Yes, it is.

[breakonthroough]

Хехе, мне тут приехали козырные носки, а на них нарисован Доффи без очков. Совсем не умеют китайские мерчеделы интригу держать.

И я тут для себя решила, что это на самом деле не Доффи а Роси, без мейка и с зачесанной назад челкой. Улыбка ведь совсем не Дофламинговская. А Кору без челки мы никогда и не видели, кроме как на фанарте:)

Hehe, I just received some cool socks with a picture of Doffy without glasses on them. Chinese merchandise makers don't know how to keep things interesting.

And then I decided for myself that this is actually not Doffy but Roci, without makeup and with bangs combed back. The smile is not Doflamingo's at all. And we have never seen Cora without bangs, except in fanart :)

[clockwork-ashes]

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part XVIII

Find all previous parts on Ao3 :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @sad-scarred-sassy who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

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Lucien adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, wanting to look his absolute best during the dinner his father had decided to personally invite him to. 

The corridor was empty and quiet, Eris was his only company as they both waited for Elain to finish getting ready for the evening. Lucien could sense she was equally as nervous to be spending more time with his family. 

He bit the inside of his cheek as he straightened his jacket. 

“Stop worrying,” Eris snapped, voice cold and uncaring, as if he could not be bothered to reassure his youngest brother. Lucien thought It sounded more like an order than an attempt to settle him. 

He sighed as he faced the High Lord’s heir. “Are we late?” 

Eris rolled his eyes, the torches along the walls flashing momentarily. “Take a breath and stop fidgeting, this dinner is a peace offering.” 

While his brother had not actually answered his question, Lucien was almost sure Eris would have made an effort to rush them if they were at risk of upsetting their father. He had once believed wholeheartedly that Eris would not let any harm come to him. After Jesminda’s death, he had come to the conclusion that Eris only had his own best interests in mind. 

Lucien looked at Eris as they continued to wait for Elain, questioning if his eldest brother fell somewhere in the middle of his assumptions. Eris had gone out of his way to ensure Lucien had been released from the dungeons, and had proven himself an ally to Elain. 

Lucien’s golden eye clicked into place and Eris turned to face him. 

Eris frowned as their eyes met, almost as though he knew exactly what Lucien was thinking about. The torches flared once more as he opened his mouth to speak, but the doors to the chambers opened suddenly and they both turned to face Elain and Cora. 

All of Lucien’s thoughts about what Eris might have said had they not been interrupted quickly left his mind as Elain walked elegantly into the corridor.

Lucien straightened as she approached, her dress was lovely, the material fading from black to orange, her skirts looking like the forest floor as they dragged along the stone ground. Like most dresses in Autumn, it was modest, and very little of her skin showed. Elain had pinned her hair up with the comb of pearls Eris had gifted her, and Lucien’s eyes fell to the pale column of her throat. 

Elain Archeron was stunning, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and Lucien suddenly became very aware of the scars that marred his face.

Elain looked at him and blushed, she paused, skirts in her hands as she spoke. “Sorry to make you both wait, it took Cora ages to figure out the ties,” she laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls of the corridor, echoing loudly in Lucien’s mind. 

“Did it?” Eris raised a brow at Cora as she shut the doors to the suite and walked to Elain’s side. 

Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she said, “I hate Autumn Court gowns.” 

“Some lady’s maid you are,” Eris replied with a scoff, clearly intending to annoy her.

“Do all the clothes really need so many laces and buttons?” Cora clipped, gesturing to the back of Elain’s dress. “Hardly my fault the females here have to suffer in such a fashion.” 

Eris waved a hand lazily and Lucien watched with great interest as his brother’s lips tilted up at the corners, flames in his eyes. “You should have stayed in Night, where the nobles have much simpler tastes.” 

Cora looked prepared to bite back a response, but Lucien pitied the poor female for having to put up with Eris’s moods and spoke before the situation could escalate.

“You look beautiful, Elain.” 

His mate blushed an even darker shade of red. “Thank you,” she said softly, trailing her eyes from his booted feet to the high neckline of his jacket. “You look nice, too.” 

Lucien bowed his head, keeping their gazes locked. It felt as if just the two of them were in the dark space, that no one else existed beyond them. 

Lovely. 

Elain was breathtakingly beautiful, and Lucien questioned the cauldron’s decision to make them mates. 

Eris cleared his throat, shattering the silence between them along with the illusion that only Lucien and Elain were present. 

“You also look very handsome, Eris.” Elain added as she reached for Lucien’s arm. He offered it to her without hesitation, and she grabbed onto him with no consideration. If it were not for the amusement ringing in her tone, Lucien might have been irrationally jealous at the statement. 

Cora hummed in agreement, and Lucien could have sworn a flicker of shock flashed across his brother’s features as he glanced at the Night Court female. “Are family dinners always so… formal?” She asked none of them in particular. 

Eris merely shrugged in response, “It’s not every night you welcome back an exiled son.” 

Lucien nodded, keeping his expression serious. “I’m so flattered.” 

Elain giggled at his side and Lucien caught himself genuinely smiling. 

“Wish your lady’s maid a goodnight,” Eris interrupted, “we should be going.” 

“I’ll find you in the morning,” Elain promised, waving at her friend as Eris began to walk away.

“Enjoy yourselves,” Cora called after them and Lucien almost snorted, knowing the evening would probably be torturous. 

Elain was comfortable as she loosely held onto his arm, her heartbeat steady, nothing negative making its way down the bond. Eris slowed his steps, letting them catch up, and he walked next to Elain. 

As soon as they walked up a flight of stairs, ensuring there was enough distance between them and Cora, Elain used the hand that was not holding onto Lucien to swat his older brother. 

“You could use her name,” she scolded, "it's not as if you don’t know it.” 

Lucien’s mouth fell open in silent shock. He wondered when his eldest brother might have last been chastised, who might have been brave enough to dare. 

“Whose?” Eris said, disdain dripping from the one word, although it was obvious he knew who Elain was referring to.  

Elain hit him again, this time with more force. “You could be nice,” she suggested, disappointment lining her lovely features.

“Being nice might actually kill him,” Lucien mumbled, but they both seemed content to ignore his presence. 

“Stop hitting me,” Eris said, sounding unbothered.

As Elain raised her gloved hand one more time, Eris did not miss a single step as he winnowed to Lucien’s side, maintaining their pace effortlessly. 

Elain attempted to get through to him one last time, leaning past Lucien so she could frown at him. “It’s rude, Eris,” she observed. “You ought to know as much.”  

Lucien could have told her that arguing with Eris was akin to arguing with a stone wall, but he watched as they interacted, surprised at how comfortable they seemed to be with each other.

“Remember yourself at dinner,” Eris warned, “I’m not too sure that the rest of my brothers will appreciate your more violent side.” 

While Lucien could tell Eris was not being serious, he felt as Elain tensed, clearly worried by the words. 

Lucien shot Eris a glare, but his brother had already begun to speak, paying attention only to his mate.  

“You’ve managed to charm even my father, Elain Archeron,” Eris added, having noticed her change in demeanour, and Lucien was grateful as she straightened her shoulders back. She already looked more confident as Eris gave her a final piece of advice. “So keep at it.” 

Eris’s praise was enough for Elain to maintain an attitude that made her seem entirely at ease among the most important family in the Autumn Court. While the High Lord sat at the head of the rectangular table, no one else faced him from across the other side. 

Lucien’s mother was at his father’s left side, and Eris was on his right. Elain had quickly found her place sitting between Lucien and the Lady of Autumn, who she spoke with softly, answering all of his mother’s pleasantly worded questions while everyone else ate their perfectly cooked meal. 

Lucien was surprised with how well-behaved his brothers were, considering how he had witnessed more than enough brawls during their family dinners before he had been exiled. Beron watched with observant eyes, paying attention to the conversation between Elain and his wife. 

Eris had said very little, just like Lucien remembered, choosing to eat slowly and avoid meaningless small talk. Callum was expectedly next to their eldest brother, looking at the very least like he was carefully listening to Elain as she spoke. Ronan had drunk so much wine Lucien was wondering if he would be able to walk out of the dining room on his own, which seemed a bit unusual. Felix had his elbows on the table, head resting on his fist, decidedly choosing to be disrespectful. Lucien was surprised that their father had yet to say anything, knowing how much the High Lord valued appearances. 

“I was thinking of sending invitations out in the next couple of days,” Lucien heard his mother say, a repressed excitement in her voice. She placed her napkin next to her full plate. “Of course, Night will be receiving theirs first.” 

“Thank you,” Elain added, “We’d been planning a smaller affair, very few knew about it outside our little circle of friends.” She glanced to Lucien shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear endearingly before turning her attention back to the Lady of Autumn. 

“We could send Spring an invitation,” Beron added, voice quiet but authoritative. He looked at Lucien with a raised brow, “We wouldn't want to offend Tamlin.” 

“How considerate,” Lucien said, feeling his teeth grit in annoyance. 

“And we must invite the human queen and her general,” his father continued.

“I don’t expect them to travel into our court.” Lucien responded, wanting his friends to stay far away from the Forest House. 

“Why not?” Felix asked. “We have such a lovely court,” he flashed Lucien a grin daring him to argue. 

Lucien set his cutlery down with a loud sound as it hit against the side of his plate. 

“I don’t care much for Queen Vassa,” Elain interrupted before Lucien could say anything. There was honesty in her words, he could tell, perhaps even a hint of jealousy, but he knew she was only saying it for his benefit, 

Elain had come to his defence in the hopes that Beron would leave his friends alone, and the respect he had for his mate only soared at the thought.

Ronan chuckled, raising his glass in a salute towards Elain, which she returned elegantly despite her clear discomfort at being addressed directly. “I like your mate’s honesty, little brother,” he confessed before drinking deeply.

Beron hummed in response, placing his hand, palm up, onto the table. Lucien watched as his mother laced their fingers together, the gesture coming to them naturally. His much larger hand engulfed her smaller one, and Lucien had to fight the urge to wince.   

Everyone went back to eating in silence, and Lucien recalled the countless family dinners he had silently sat through. With Beron present, his brothers were achingly careful with their words and their actions, not wanting to upset him. It was like trying to walk in the woods without snapping a branch, nearly impossible without practice, but each of them had learned to read their father’s moods. 

As though Elain could sense the troublesome direction of Lucien’s thoughts, she placed a comforting hand on his knee. Covered by the table, no one else noticed the startlingly soft gesture. 

Lucien realised quickly that Elain’s action had not been for show, that it had not been a part of their roles, it was simply a moment shared between the two of them.

[thecoramaria]

Little twin star vibes? Little twin star vibes 💫

No video next Monday, sorry! I’m visiting my bestie in Melbourne, spending time with her and seeing the sights 🌇 Fear not, however! I’ll be back with a new video the following week 💖

[ID: Selfie of Cora in her friend’s apartment as she combs back her ginger hair. She wears a pastel yellow, star-shaped beret; yellow glasses; hoop earrings with pastel rainbow star beads; a gold heart pendant on a pastel pink cord; pastel beaded bracelets; and a pastel rainbow, long-sleeve top under a pink slip dress with white lace bra cups. They are surrounded by a digital frame of pastel rainbow stars.]

[mystery-salad]

Each of your commanders and Anise

This is the penance I get for also sending my full commander list to @vigilbutts who valiantly humored me aldhgajdlghf

LAIGHE - She would choose mistlefoe, would politely decline a kiss but offer a spar knowing she could land Anise flat in a matter of seconds at this point. She doesn't hold any direct animosity but she'd still enjoy taking the queen's spymaster down a notch.

ROIEL - She has no idea who this woman is but...sure, she's pretty, she can have a mistletoe kiss on the cheek.

TRELLA - Mistletoe specifically because she's so short even for an asura, and would refuse to get on any sort of stool or surface. She would have a time trying not to laugh as Anise has to kneel all the way down on the floor to acquiest.

TAOMESIN - mistlefoe, they don't kiss. They also really don't want to fight her or be anywhere near her but if given a choice this option is less painful for them.

ROIBIRD - Mistletoe, and he'd spend the whole time beforehand telling her how she's indirectly getting a kiss from canach who he kissed earlier, how's that sit with her~?

CARA - Mistlefoe, a chance to kill another powerful person with an agenda? Wouldn't miss it for the world~ They can't have competition after all.

VUISCE - Mistlefoe mostly because Anise would outright refuse to kiss them lmaooooo

HASTIGI - Mistlefoe, would be curious to see how the renowned spymaster actually stacks up in a fight without her agents.

MATTHIAS - In public, mistletoe. He can play his part well as a dashing noble who's close to the royal court. In private, mistlefoe he fucking hates that woman.

RUAN - Mistletoe, would give her a little peck, mostly because they don't feel like fighting her and getting on her bad side. They tend to be non-combative when possible!

CALL - Mistletoe, just for the formality of it. Would give her a kiss on the hand politely and move on.

KAI - Mistlefoe. Let's see how strong this spymaster really is.

MAI TRIN - Could go either way, having Anise kiss an old enemy of the crown would be delightful for how many notches it'd hit on her. But also getting to beat up the royal spymaster one on one isn't a chance you get every day! Scarlet is having a whole gleeful time of it in her head too with both options~

CORA - Mistlefoe, she doesn't really...have a tangible mouth so...

JOEL - mistleKILL

[portgas-d-rouge]

I've been following you on Twitter and you're really cool but I'm really concerned if you're normal or not. You have proship dni in bio, but you follow proshippers like lawlu and even acesabo and I know you used to follow a coralaw shipper. You keep interacting with lawlu and mipero shippers and are friends with proshippers' friends, too. Also your account is 16+ but you're following a 15yo kid. I'm worried if you're really okay to keep following or one of the weirdos that pretends to be normal.

hmm im really looking to stay out of any fights or drama buuuuuut ultimately i think its important for everyone to make informed decisions abt their own safety so ill just give a quick rundown of what im about 👍🏻

first of all... what 15 year old am i following?! i assure you its not on purpose.

second, ultimately i think "anti/proship" is kind of reductive discourse. i like psychosexual horror and toxic relationships and self shipping. and i dont think everyone who enjoys exploring dark topics is an abuse apologist. i do think sometimes people can be reactive and overcorrect with those things. there are plenty of grey areas!!

HOWEVER anyone who actively identifies as "proship", or believes strongly enough to start debating people about how "fiction doesnt affect reality" and has no bearing on rape/abuse culture is a fucking idiot. i especially cant stand anything shipping characters with their childhood caretakers or incest. which is what im trying to weed out w/ the DNI. ill always have more sympathy for "antis" even if i dont always agree with them.

that being said, theres certain things that personally ick me out that I don't find morally reprehensible/block worthy. i would never post or encourage la/wlu or mihawk/perona - the age gaps are gross to me - but i also don't think theyre really that bad. not nearly on the same level as something like coralaw or shanksluffy. like, peronas fully an adult and luffy only really gets to know law when hes 19 already. but i can promise id never retweet or reblog anything with those ships.

in general i try to give people the benefit of the doubt and don't hold people responsible for who they interact with (within reason). people are not necessarily friends with everyone they follow. people often use twitter much more casually.

im also like, a person, with a full time job, and i dont always extensively comb through someones twitter. sometimes i follow someone i think draws normal cora + law or asl brothers and i get jumpscared by nasty shit and it is! very unpleasent for me!

i care a lot about abuse/rape culture and how we as individuals are still complicit in it and can combat it, and I apply feminist analysis to all types of media - even fanworks. i was legit traumatized by 2010s fandom, and saw a lot of people get hurt and abused by fandom adults, so I know the effects of this "anything goes" mentality can have on people! i wish we could have these discussions without getting defensive and hostile and accusing nervous teenagers of being evangelical zealots (🙄) because theyre trying to protect themselves

if anything i said is something youre not comfortable with, then thats fair and block me if you need to. i encourage anyone, especially younger people, to enforce their own boundaries as they see fit. 👍🏻