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El Mothman, l'Home arna.

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Oh my gosh, YOU GUYS!

There is an EV charging station in Thousand Oaks, California (in the US) where the chargers are named after the boys in TLK!!

To quote my friend: “With Sihtric powering me, I’ll be home before midnight!”

(Sorry for the terrible picture quality, but it was dark and stuff. There’s also a Brida, apparently. And a Thyra! But no Finan. And she checked. Twice. But there’s an Arnas, so we know who was the favorite there!)

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Paris, Pyramids, and Werewolves: Eacon4 Friday evening

Just like last time, I went to the convention with my friend. She still hasn’t watched The Last Kingdom all the way through (don’t ask), but she loved the event last year. Plus, we don’t get much time to see each other, so when I asked her to come along again, she was immediately on board.

We were late. Again. Honestly, Paris traffic is like a personal vendetta against me. I hate it, and I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual. Somehow, though, we made it—just barely. We grabbed our tickets with about five minutes to spare, bolted upstairs to our room, and I slapped on some makeup like my life depended on it. Quick mirror check, and then we dashed back down for the cocktail party.

We stumbled into the room, still catching our breath, and were promptly shepherded to the last free table. No time for drinks, no chance to collect ourselves—just, “Here’s your spot, good luck!” There were only three of us at the table: me, my friend, and a lady we’d just met. And before we could even blink, the actors arrived, and Jeppe was suddenly at our table.

Let me tell you, Jeppe was a total vibe from the start. He casually mentioned that he’d spent the day exploring Paris and—get this—managed to find a restaurant that served food before 8 p.m. A legit Parisian miracle! We laughed, totally impressed, because, let’s be real, finding a decent early dinner in Paris is like spotting a unicorn.

Then, out of nowhere, he pulled out a box of chocolates. Yes, chocolates. He told us they were from his home country and boldly claimed they were the best milk chocolates ever. They were these cute little chocolate hearts, and we, of course, thanked him and graciously accepted.

Now, here’s the thing: Latvians are fiercely proud of their chocolate. Like, fiercely. We’re convinced it’s the best in the world, and we’ll die on that hill. My friend and I exchanged knowing looks, silently agreeing that poor Jeppe clearly hadn’t experienced Laima yet—our pride and joy, named after the Latvian goddess of happiness. But this was not the time or place for a chocolate debate, so we kept our opinions to ourselves, smiled politely, and thought, You don’t know what you’re missing, Jeppe.

Jeppe asked where we were from, and, as expected, the moment I said Latvia, his immediate reaction was, “Oh, like Arnas?” I couldn’t help but laugh—I’m so used to people mixing up Latvia and Lithuania that it didn’t even faze me. “Nope, not Lithuania. Latvia. Close, though. We’re neighbors!” I explained, and Jeppe was so sweet about it.

He also mentioned that he’s currently performing in Jesus Christ Superstar, which immediately had us all going, “WOW!” because, seriously, how cool is that? But before we could dive deeper into that conversation, his time with us was up, and it was Cavan’s turn.

Now, Cavan came over with this sweet, slightly nervous vibe, like he wasn’t quite sure where to start. Naturally, we ended up talking about Paris again (it was clearly the theme of the day). He mentioned that he’d been trailing Toby around because, apparently, Toby knows all the best spots. One of their stops was the Musée de l'Orangerie, and Cavan was absolutely mesmerized by Monet’s Nymphéas. The way he described it, you could tell it left a real impression on him—he was genuinely moved.

And then Toby arrived, and let me just say��I was not ready. This man is royalty personified. Everything about him, from the way he stands to the way he moves, just oozes regal elegance. And the voice. Oh. My. God. That voice. It’s like dark velvet and warm honey had a love child—rich, smooth, a little mysterious, but still soft and inviting. Honestly, words don’t do it justice. And the way he speaks? It’s like he’s performing Shakespeare by candlelight, even if he’s just answering a question about breakfast.

We asked what he’s working on, and he told us about a new series he’s filming, set to release next year. It’s about an aristocratic family in England during World War II, centered on the Mitford sisters. He was so excited as he talked about the story, the complex lives of the characters, and especially one of the sisters who ended together with England’s most infamous fascist, Sir Oswald Mosley. You could tell he was genuinely invested in the project, and it was impossible not to share his enthusiasm.

I’d love to say I remember everything Toby said, but honestly? I was completely hypnotized by his voice. He could’ve been reciting a grocery list, and I’d still have been standing there, utterly transfixed. No exaggeration—I could listen to him talk forever.

Then came Jacob, and wow, what a difference a year makes! Gone was the shy, uncertain vibe he had last time. He’s grown so much, and you can tell he’s been working on himself—his voice, his stance, everything about him radiated confidence. He walked in like he owned the place, and honestly, it was so great to see.

Naturally, our chat turned towards Seven Kings Must Die and his role in it. Jacob shared that when he first got the part, he’d actually broken his leg. So, while stuck at home, he had nothing to do but dive headfirst into The Last Kingdom world—reading the script and binge-watching the show, immersing himself completely in that world.

He laughed as he told us how he was initially informed that his character, Osbert, was brand new, so he didn’t expect to find any reference to him. Then, while filming had already started, Jacob finally made it to Season 5—and bam! There’s Osbert, walking on the shore with Hild. Except… that Osbert looked nothing like Jacob and even had a completely different accent.

Jacob, being the perfectionist that he is, decided he needed to match that one-line accent for authenticity. Can you imagine? I mean, if someone tortured me, I couldn’t tell you what accent that Osbert had. The level of dedication is both hilarious and impressive, and we all had a good laugh about it.

Next up was Timothy, and again—what a transformation! I still remember how shy and unsure he seemed last time. But this time? Total 180. He was confident, cracking jokes, and he was actually the one asking us questions like how we got into watching The Last Kingdom and whether we’d watched it together. The vibe was so fun and relaxed, and it was clear he felt much more comfortable in his own skin.

Next up was Eliza, and oh my gosh—what a whirlwind of energy and charisma! The moment she arrived, we were all immediately hugged—or more accurately, squeezed—while she bubbled over with excitement about seeing everyone again. She kept gushing about how gorgeous we all looked, which, let’s be honest, made us feel amazing.

We congratulated her on her baby, and naturally, the conversation shifted to kids. She told us her little girl was staying with her at the hotel because she wanted her Last Kingdom family to meet her too. Apparently, she barely got any sleep the night before because the baby had kept her up, but you’d never know—Eliza was absolutely glowing. She raved about how gorgeous her baby was and how thrilled she was to be a mom. Then, with her signature humor, she laughed about how playing Aelswith had given her a crash course in motherhood—and even grandmotherhood—so now she’s just putting all that “acting experience” into real-life practice.

You could practically feel the love and pride radiating off her. We joked about how this phase of parenting is actually the easy part, and how traveling with a toddler is a whole different beast. I even shared a story about how, when my son was two, he decided a shopping mall was the perfect place to play hide-and-seek with me. I thought I’d lost him, but nope—he was just testing my heart health. Eliza cracked up and totally got it.

Then it was Mark’s turn, and I almost didn’t recognize him without the beard! By this point, my head was spinning—from the excitement, the endless conversations, and, let’s be real, the champagne. I hadn’t eaten a thing because, honestly, who wants to risk being mid-bite while chatting with actors? So the mini sandwiches on our table just sat there, silently judging me.

Mark started off asking about holiday plans, which, of course, led to him sharing his own. He’s heading to Egypt for a Nile cruise, and let me tell you, he was clearly excited about it. He asked if anyone at the table had been to Egypt, and as luck would have it, my friend and I had just been talking about it. She’s dreaming of a trip there, and I visited about 20 years ago.

I told him honestly that the pyramids hadn’t left much of an impression on me back then, and I explained why. The route to get there took us through a very poor part of Cairo, where people were literally living in cardboard boxes. Seeing that level of poverty made it hard for me to fully appreciate the grandeur of the pyramids.

I can’t remember the exact order of the guests after that, but Micky was just the sweetest. Seriously, so lovely. We asked him what he’s up to these days and if he has any new projects. He almost looked apologetic when he said he’s not acting anymore but is now teaching acting. Of course, we were like, “WOW, that sounds amazing!” He seemed genuinely happy to hear that and told us a bit about his work as an acting coach. He was super interested in us too—asking where we’re from, what we do, and just being all-around delightful.

And then there was Magnus. I think I might have fallen a little bit in love. He was so easygoing and natural, like he’d just wandered in from a chill pub night. The first thing he noticed? Our glasses were nearly empty. Without missing a beat, he grabbed a bottle and refilled them for us. Naturally, we toasted together, and he laughed, calling this whole setup “speed dating,” encouraging us to fire away with questions.

Except… he didn’t really let us. Turns out he wanted to do all the asking. He wanted to know where we’re from, what we do, and of course, the classic: our favorite Last Kingdom scenes and characters. My friend admitted her favorite was Erik, which he was very pleased to hear. You can probably guess mine, and the other lady at our table admitted to being a Finan fan. Magnus just laughed and said he didn’t expect anyone to name Cnut anyway. His humor and warmth made the whole interaction feel so effortless and fun.

And last but not least Arnas. I have to say, he looked pretty tired. It was such a contrast to last time when he practically stormed over to our table, champagne glass in hand, hugging everyone, making toasts, talking and laughing non stop. Back then, he was like an overexcited puppy, especially when he found out there were Latvians at the table. I still remember how he confessed he’d never been to Latvia, even though we’re neighboring countries. My hands were shaking so much while trying to clink glasses with him that I almost missed.

This time was completely different. He was calm, no big excitement, just low-key and collected. I wasn’t sure if he’d even remember me. Our interactions last year were so sweet, but let’s be honest—he meets a lot of people, and it had been a whole year.

But then he walked up, greeted us, and suddenly said, “Oh, Līga!”

I swear, I just stood there grinning like an idiot.

Arnas: “You gave me that dragon book of yours to sign last time, right?”

Me (finally finding my voice): “Wow, you remember!”

Arnas: “Of course I do!”

He then turned to my friend but looked confused when he didn’t recognize her. She didn’t interact with him last time because she was too busy fangirling over Cristian. We told him how sad we were that this convention is supposed to be the last one in Paris, and then shared our “secret” plan: a 10-year reunion in Bebbanburg.

Arnas pretended to be surprised about the idea of a 10-year anniversary. We quickly declared that Alex would definitely be invited to the party, and the conversation shifted to Alex, who’s avoiding conventions. That’s when Arnas lit up as he suddenly remembered Alex’s grandmother, who had once even visited the set.

He started swooning over how she was the most lovely and charming lady he’d ever met and that he wants to be like her when he’s older. He said something like he would want to have those genes, to which my friend, without missing a beat, suggested the only way to ensure those genes would be to marry Alex and pass them on to their kids. Arnas paused, and then agreed it was a solid plan. We all burst out laughing—it was pure chaos, and it started to feel like the playful energy from last time. You could see Arnas lighten up a little.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to ask him the question that had been bugging me: “So, are you playing a villain in Mutiny?” I admitted right away that I know he probably won’t tell this to me anyway, but I just had to ask.

As expected, he didn’t spill a thing. Instead, he just smiled mysteriously and said, “Oh, you’ll see.”

And just like that, it was over. The group pictures were next, and before I knew it, Eliza had pulled me into another hug and dragged me to her side, yelling, “We’re doing hearts!” So naturally, we all did hearts. It was chaotic and hilarious, as usual with her.

By this point, I was feeling pretty dizzy from all the excitement and conversations—and mildly panicking about the werewolf game. The night before, I had won a ticket to Jacob’s team for my friend, and as the sweetest birthday surprise, she had gifted me a ticket for Arnas, Jeppe, and Cavan’s team. No pressure, right?

After a bit of queuing, we took our seats in a circle set up for the game. Our team was small—just me and four other ladies. Arnas arrived first and immediately announced, “You’re all doomed, you’re going to lose because I’m the werewolf, and I’m getting you all!” We laughed, and I shot back, “That’s not up to you—it depends on the role you get.” He grinned, and to my absolute shock (and slight terror), he chose the seat right next to me, making my heart jump straight into my throat.

Cavan and Jeppe hadn’t arrived yet, and while I was busy internally spiraling—trying to convince myself to stay calm and mentally cursing every goddess of fate for making me say something that probably prompted him to sit next to me—Arnas turned to me and casually asked, “So, what’s your absolute dream book to translate?” I have so much respect for Arnas for genuinely paying attention and remembering the people he meets. Not only did he remember my name, but he also remembered the book I gave him to sign and that I had translated it. Honestly, how does he even do that?

I told him I’m currently looking for a publisher for a beautiful German book for teenagers. I explained how there aren’t enough good books for kids and teens in Latvian, and the few publishers out there tend to focus on profits, which makes it hard to pitch books for a smaller audience. He wished me good luck, which was so sweet, and just as I was about to get emotional, I was saved by the bell—or more accurately, by Jeppe and Cavan arriving and the Nevastalgia girls jumping in to explain the rules of the werewolf game.

In the first round, I got the role of Cupid. My job? Pair up two players as a “couple,” meaning if one dies, the other does too. Naturally, I paired Jeppe and Arnas. Little did I know how lucky that choice would turn out to be. It turns out Jeppe was the Witch, and on the first night, the werewolves (of course) targeted Arnas. Jeppe had to use his healing powers to save Arnas, which kept both of them in the game. Talk about a power couple!

I love this game and tried my best to focus, but my concentration took a hit when Arnas casually placed his arm on the back of my chair. Seriously, how is one supposed to concentrate when that happens? To my surprise, the other ladies on the team were very quiet, so it was mostly me, Jeppe, and Arnas arguing and accusing each other of being werewolves. Jeppe, by the way, was absolutely thriving. He bickered with Arnas the entire time in classic Haesten style, teasing him non-stop. Cavan was a bit reserved at first but got more into the game as it went on.

Unfortunately, both games ended the same way—with one villager and one werewolf left alive, meaning the werewolves won. Poor Arnas didn’t even get to play as a werewolf either time and was eliminated super early both rounds. The final moments of the last game were intense. I knew the other lady was the werewolf and tried to convince Cavan and Jeppe, but while Jeppe believed me, Cavan didn’t. So we lost again.

But honestly? It didn’t even matter. The whole thing was hilarious. The banter, the accusations, and Jeppe’s jokes had me laughing so much that by the second round, I completely forgot about Arnas sitting next to me and finally just enjoyed the game and all the ridiculous fun that came with it.

[dedicatednotobsessed]

alright, back with a new ewan mitchell request. could u do an ewan mitchell x actress!reader the trope is friends to lovers. the two have been such good and close friends for so long, they do everything together. from award shows, events, daily hangouts, whatever it is. it isn't until a night out that the two find themselves wanting to be together. within the next year or so, the two are happily together and everyone adores it. please? thank you

(also inspired by sure thing by miguel and you are in love by Taylor Swift)

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Of course! For more HOTD requests, just submit a strong snack to Vhagar through my ask box 💚 {I will be opening my ask box soon for The Last Kingdom and Game of Thrones requests, so keep an eye out for that announcement! 💕}

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Childhood Best Friends [Ewan Mitchell x Actress!Reader]

Other HOTD stories [Requests open]

Summary: Coming back to town is always a treat for you, especially when you have similar filming schedules to your best friend and fellow actor, Ewan Mitchell. While you are catching up for the next couple of weeks, things begin to change in the best of ways….

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You had your sunglasses pushed atop your head while walking into a local restaurant, humming a bit as you looked around. You were in your hometown of Derby for a couple of weeks before you had to go back to filming. In that time, you decided to visit an old friend.

“How many?” The hostess asked, flashing you a friendly smile.

“Two,” You replied returning her smile before following her to a booth.

You blew out a breath while looking around as you slipped into your seat, thanking the hostess for the menus. You bit your lip gently feeling the butterflies erupt in your stomach. You always got this feeling whenever you came home to catch up with your best friend. For as long as you could remember you had feelings for Ewan, but you never acted out on them.

You furrowed your brows as you focused on your phone to check your messages before jumping when you heard a pair of hands slap the table. You looked up, gasping at the sight of Ewan and stood up hugging him tight.

Ewan smiled as he kept you close, his grip tighter than yours. “Oh, it’s so good to see you, Y/N.”

You laughed a bit while pulling back smiling up at your best friend. “I have been waiting to see you for months now!” With conflicting filming schedules, it has always been hard to find time for each other.

Ewan smiled as the two of you slid into the booth across from each other. “The phone calls aren’t just enough.”

“But someone had to take a long contract on a Netflix show,” You teased with a small smirk causing him to chuckle.

“Well, I’m sorry.”

“You better be sorry,” You said smiling down at your menu.

Ewan returned your smile, not noticing the glances he was giving you. You glanced up at him noticing him quickly turning away causing you to smile. You were unaware of what feelings your best friend harbored for you, but a lot of your fans thought you would make the cutest couple.

“So….” You began after the two of you ordered, turning your attention to Ewan. “How has filming been?”

“It’s been good,” Ewan replied with a nod. “Mark says hi by the way.”

You laughed a bit and smiled wide. “Well tell him I say hi when you see him next.”

“I will make sure to do that.” Ewan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “How has filming been for you?”

You shrugged. “It’s been alright, a bit lonely without my best friend.”

“I could say the same,” He said a bit teasingly. “The boys won’t stop asking me when my girlfriend is coming to set.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. You knew his costars on the set of The Last Kingdom teased Ewan about you being his girlfriend, especially Mark and Arnas. When he first started filming, you went to set with him to help him become comfortable and be his support system. Even when you weren’t physically together, you sent him motivational messages every morning while he was filming season three.

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You had your hair up and out of your face, wearing a pair of sweats and a tank top as you headed out towards the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn.

“You still haven’t picked a movie?” You teased Ewan sitting the bowl on the coffee table before sitting next to him.

“Hey, choosing the right movie is hard!” Ewan defended himself.

You giggled and shook your head while handing him a beer. “Talking is always just as good,” You reminded him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Ewan said hanging his head before he smiled over at you.

“Of course I’m always right,” You replied with a giggle and smiled as you met his blue eyes. You turned away when you realized you were looking for too long and felt your cheeks heat up.

Ewan rubbed the back of his neck, smiling down at his beer. “When is your filming going to be done?” He asked after a moment.

You hummed a bit in thought while picking up a handful of the buttery popcorn, extra butter on top of butter as the way it should be. “I go back in about a week, then there’s about three more months left.”

“Well…if you want, I’ll still be filming for a few more months after you’re done. If you want….” Ewan was fumbling over his words a bit. “To come visit me.”

You raised a brow at how nervous he seemed but a wide smile came onto your lips. “If anything I’m going to visit my Irish boyfriend, Mark.”

Ewan chuckled. “So is that a yes?”

You smiled wide and leaned over giving him a tight hug. “I can never say no to you,” You replied and kissed his cheek with a giggle.

You smiled as you walked beside Ewan, your hands in the pockets of your jacket. You had surprised him a visit in Hungary after finishing filming your project. You kept your promise on coming to visit him.

“I would love to visit you on set, but I don’t want anything spoiled for our binge nights,” You said jokingly.

Ewan chuckled wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “The only thing that should matter on set is your Irish boyfriend and your baby monk.”

“More so my Irish boyfriend.” You scrunched up your nose while giggling.

Ewan laughed with you. “I shouldn’t be too offended by that,” He said with a small smirk.

You hummed a bit while leaning into him with a content smile on your lips. “Do you have any plans for the night?” You asked after a moment. “Are you going out drinking with the boys?”

“I wanted to see if you actually wanted to go out to dinner with me,” Ewan offered while smiling down at you. “Some alone time with your second favorite person from The Last Kingdom,” He added teasingly.

You pretended to think it over. “I guess dinner with the baby monk won’t be too bad.” You smiled up at him. “But instead of going out, let’s go back to your place. I can make you dinner instead.”

“You promise not to poison me?”

You smiled cheekily at him. “No promises.”

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“Ewan, I need your help!”

“What did you do!” Ewan rushed into the kitchen seeing the water for the pasta nearly boiling over.

“I thought I had it covered!” You defended yourself.

Ewan chuckled and shook his head turning the heat down. “Next time ask for help, love.”

You looked up at him with a pout when he turned to you with his hands on his hips. “I wanted to make a nice dinner for you though.”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” He said with a smirk reaching up lightly rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

You giggled a bit, your eyes lighting up. “I can’t surprise you?”

“You can, but I prefer to have a place to come back to when I’m done with work,” Ewan replied with a chuckle.

You smiled and stepped to the side when he moved to help with the pasta. You looked him over while smiling more. You used to joke that he was a good husband, always being the one to cook you dinner when you got together. You thought it was only just a joke though.

Ewan turned to you with a small smile catching you looking. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked with furrowed brows.

You turned away and giggled. “Just thinking.”

“Is that why your cheeks are turning red?”

You covered your face with your hands while laughing more. “I’m sorry, it’s just….” You trailed off while blowing out a breath. “I like watching you cook.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mm-hm,” You replied while smiling up at him. “Among other things.”

Ewan cocked a brow with a small smirk. “What other things?”

“Well, I like watching you work.” You watched him pour the pasta in and smiled, taking his hands in yours. “And I like it when you make jokes, always brightening my day.”

Ewan looked into your eyes with a soft smile on your lips. He reached up brushing back a strand of your hair. “I like it when hype me up for projects,” He said softly. “I could never be here doing this project without you motivating me to audition.”

“Anything else?” You asked jokingly.

Ewan chuckled and bit his lip gently. He leaned down slowly, his eyes flickering to your lips. “I like it when you come and visit me. It makes my day better.”

You smiled softly as you met Ewan halfway, kissing him suddenly. You placed a hand on his cheek when he pulled you closer, lightly pushing you up against the counter. The butterflies were fluttering around wildly in your stomach as he lifted you up onto the countertop. This was a moment you have dreamed of for so long.

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Two Years Later

“Oh, you look absolutely stunning!”

“Thank you.” You smiled as your friend, Makenzee, helped you with your light pink dress. You and your boyfriend of two years were doing a maternity photoshoot and your best girl friend was the one taking the photos.

“I’m just surprised Ewan hasn’t proposed yet,” Makenzee said jokingly.

You giggled and looked down rubbing your rounded stomach gently. You were about six months along and you were having a baby girl. When you told your fans, they were all beyond the moon. They were sending baby name suggestions every other day it seemed.

“I think we’re waiting a bit until after our daughter is born to get married,” You admitted looking in the mirror to fix your hair that was curled.

Makenzee hummed but said nothing more. You raised a brow with a small smile. “Is there something you’re not telling me, Kenzee?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She replied simply. “Come on though, we’re going to be late.”

You laughed and followed her out, your dress flowing elegantly around you. You smiled seeing Ewan waiting for you out in the flower field where you were getting the pictures done. You still remembered his face when you told him you were pregnant, the both of you were in tears.

“Okay, so the first picture I want you two to be facing each other,” Makenzee instructed while she set up her camera.

You did as she was told, holding onto Ewan’s hands. “Now, Ewan, I want you to get down on one knee.”

“Wait, what?” You asked looking at your best friend confused but when you turned back, Ewan was already on one knee with a red velvet box open to reveal an engagement ring: a diamond ring with a gold band, simple but beautiful.

“Y/N…we have been through so much. Through so many projects and so many life events and I don’t think I could have done it with anyone else,” Ewan began, his eyes glistening with tears. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

The tears were already falling and you laughed a bit. “Could we not do this at the end? My makeup is going to be ruined,” You said jokingly.

Makenzee giggled as she took pictures. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You laughed before slowly nodding. “Yes, Ewan, I will marry you,” You replied and kissed him deeply after he slipped the ring on your finger.

This was a fairytale come true. You just didn’t know that your Prince Charming was going to be your childhood best friend and now, you have found your happily ever after with Ewan and your soon to be daughter.

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Through His Eyes ‖ LighterWise

Fandom: Zenless Zone Zero Ship: LighterWise

*** Spoilers for the 1.6 update

Summary: With the improvements to the H.D.D system and his eye implants, Wise can enter the Hollow. He asks Lighter to help him train so he could fight. To his surprise, Lighter refuses.

Lighter, I have something great to tell you. I want to say it in person. Are you still in running errands in Lumina Square? Can you meet me at the park? Wise texted Lighter.

Almost immediately, he received a reply from him. You know that I’m not going to say no to you. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

Wise leaned against the jungle gym and looked towards the parking lot, imagining Lighter arriving on his motorcycle. The sun was already setting so they should be the only two in the park when Lighter arrived. He thought only lovesick teenagers became giddy from merely waiting for their lover yet he couldn’t deny that’s how he felt in that moment.

They began dating shortly after the ordeal with Bringer. He recalled how Lighter ran to him the moment he left the Hollow, concern and fear on his face. Eous was the one to lead Section 6 to Bringer yet Lighter came to him, worried that the ether level had hurt his eyes. When he held him, Wise forgot the fear he felt after facing the Sacrifice in Eous’s small body.

The gleam of headlights illuminated the small park and Wise knew that it was Lighter. He ran to the entrance to greet him and waved to him from the top of the steps. When he parked next to him, Wise could see that he had a bag hanging on the bike handle. “Sorry that I kept you waiting. I thought I should buy us coffee for a late night rendezvous like this.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean that you were expecting one of us to get sleepy out of boredom and need coffee. But I promise you’ll love my surprise.” Wise said to tease him. He leaned over the rail to take the cup that Lighter held out to him. When he was close enough, Lighter took the chance to steal a quick kiss from him. “People in the Outer Ring are more forward than Helios Academy. My teacher would have a heart attack if she saw you walk me home and kiss me like that.”

“Should I wear something more formal when we find her and you introduce me? Most people wouldn’t want their son dating someone in a biker gang.” Life was dangerous in the Outer Ring so he wanted to cherish the time they had together. He didn’t want to leave any regrets with Wise.

“I’m not a child who needs my mother’s approval to date someone. Anyways, you don’t need to worry about things like that. You make me happy and Arna will see that.” He reassured him. Before he confessed to Lighter, he was terrified that he would reject him for being a ‘child of the guilty’. Hollow Zero had destroyed countless lives, afterall. He would never forget the love in Lighter’s eyes when he told him that his feelings would never change.

Seeing Wise’s secretive smile, he thought that he was far more dangerous than him. He was the only one who could make him feel flustered and stop his heart. He walked around the corner and climbed the stairs where Wise was waiting for him. The sunset gave his skin a beautiful glow but Lighter preferred him in the moonlight. The night sky complimented his silver hair well.

“Actually, finding my teacher is connected to why I called you.” They spent the morning together before Lighter needed to leave to buy supplies for the Sons of Calydon. He was surprised by Wise’s text because he could’ve told him that morning. What had happened in the few hours that he left? From Wise’s wide smile, it wasn’t something dangerous like he feared.

They walked to the swing set and Wise lightly pushed on his broad shoulder, prompting him to sit. Lighter allowed him to do so. He was the Undefeated Champion but Wise was his one weakness that he couldn’t fight. He placed his hands on Wise’s hips and pulled him forward so he could sit on his long legs. Their coffee spilled onto the dirt a little but neither cared.

Wise shifted on his lap to block the setting sun behind him and then slipped his sunglasses from his face. He looked into his eyes and asked, “Do you notice anything different?”

“I’m going to sound like a terrible boyfriend but I can’t tell.” A small chuckle escaped Wise and he tapped his sunglasses against his lips. Even without words, he knew that Wise was challenging him to answer or he wouldn’t return his sunglasses. He cupped his hand over his cheek and studied his face. “Are you wearing contacts? Your eyes are brighter.”

“Really? I thought my eyes looked the same after the upgrade. I wanted to surprise you but you’re able to guess that it’s my eyes.” Wise said and slipped his sunglasses over his own blue eyes. He didn’t expect Lighter to see a difference but it made him happy that he did.

He glanced around the park to check that no one would overhear them. Wise whispered, “After you left, Lycaon visited Random Play with a new commission. The sponsor of Victoria Housekeeping is actually the mayor. He asked Phaethon to help them recover the Sacrifice Core. It was stolen and being put on auction right now.”

Furrows appeared on Lighter’s face as his brows drew together. He knew that finding his teacher was important but he couldn’t help but worry. Investigating inside Hollows was dangerous but the siblings were talented Proxies. On the other hand, navigating the complex world of New Eridu’s government and hidden conspiracies could be far more dangerous. The person who stole the core from a secure military complex must have inside connection to the government and perhaps more.

Gently, Wise kissed his forehead. He stood but only for a moment. He turned so he could sit with his back against Lighter’s strong chest. Wise leaned against him and took a sip of his coffee. The cup was Tin Master’s classic blend with only milk, as Wise preferred. Lighter always tried to remember small things about Wise to make him happy, whether it was a movie or a simple cup of coffee.

“The mayor is actually a friend of my teacher. He even knew about the H.D.D system and our eye implants so we can trust him. She’ll only reveal confidential information like that with people she’s close to or involved in the project. Belle and I agreed to help him because of that.” He said and Lighter let out a small sigh. While he was worried for Wise’s safety, the mayor could give him protection and the H.D.D kept him distant from Hollows. If only he could freely help Wise find his teacher.

Wise’s next words made Lighter’s heart stop. “Our teacher left the mayor an update to our eye implants. Belle and I can go into Hollows now! Isn’t that great? We’ll be able to collect information and access data piles instead of relying on Eous. A bangboo can only do so much. Though, Belle would joke that I’m as strong as a bangboo. That’s why I wanted to talk with you. Will you train me and teach me how to fight? I know I can’t be as strong as you, Lighter, but I want to defend myself against Ethereals.”

Lighter didn’t answer him immediately. The silence that followed confused Wise since he never hesitated to offer his help before. He looked over his shoulder to Lighter. The sun had already set and the only light around them was the neon signs and the moon. That was enough to see that his face was pale and his eyes were distant. “Lighter?”

“No.” The single word was firm and held a torrent of emotions. Wise could hear the fear and desperation in his voice which confused Wise further. When he started to turn so they could face each other, Lighter tightened his arms around him and buried his face into his shoulder. He could feel his breath stutter over his skin. “You can’t go into the Hollow, Wise.”

He reached up and tenderly stroked Lighter’s dark hair. The arms around him were strong but they didn’t hurt. Wise tilted his head as much as he could to kiss the top of his head. He was so excited to tell Lighter that he could enter Hollows and he assumed he would praise how he was able to become stronger. Wise was always happy when Lighter called him strong even if he was physically weak.

“The first time we met, the ether level made you lose consciousness. Two weeks ago, you went into a Hollow and you had a heart attack! A void hunter was protecting you but you almost… I’ll teach you self defense to fight random thugs on Sixth Street but not Ethereals. It’ll be safer for you.”

“Ether corruption won’t be an issue with my upgraded eye implants. I went into the Hollow with Lycaon today and I feel perfectly fine. I know my limits so I won’t do anything reckless. You can teach me self defense if you’re worried about me fighting in a Hollow.”

“I won’t.”

“Lighter!”

They had disagreements before but it had never escalated to an argument like it did now. The refusal stabbed at Wise’s pride and he felt as though Lighter didn’t trust him to enter a Hollow. A part of him was frustrated enough to leave the park and be alone. However, Lighter’s warm arms kept him in place. His grip wasn’t painful and Wise knew that Lighter would let him go if he simply asked. It was the way his hand shook that kept him from leaving.

“Why?” Wise took his hand and laced their fingers together. He lightly traced his thumb over the scar on his palm. “When the mayor told me that I could enter the Hollow, I was excited that I was one step closer to finding the hand that took my teacher. There was another reason. I’m now able to join you on Hollow expeditions and be your proxy. Please, let me stay by your side and teach me how to fight, Lighter.”

“You saved me and the Sons of Calydon a thousand times as just Eous. There’s no need to put yourself in more danger by going into Hollows. I know that your teacher is important to you and you want to save people but think of how dangerous it is.” Lighter had always admired how kind and strong Wise was. He would help people in the Hollow even if they weren’t connected to his mission. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“How do you think I feel each time you walk into a Hollow while I’m trapped in a tiny bangboo who can’t help you fight? If you don’t want me to get in danger, you should train me like I suggested. It’s selfish but I want to be someone who can fight by your side.”

Lighter’s voice became a regretful whisper. “I’m the selfish one. I lost Dane, Nick and Ratena in a Hollow. I won’t let the same thing happen to you. I love you, Wise.”

“I love you too, Lighter.” He leaned back against him and tried to comfort him in his limited position. He lifted their hands to kiss his fingertips. The old scars on his hand were a reminder of everything he went through. Wise’s heart tightened with guilt and he wished that he could’ve met Lighter sooner and protected him from heartache.

“I’ll do everything I can to help you but promise that you won’t go into a Hollow by yourself, Wise. If it’s an emergency, you can call me and I’ll go inside for you.” Lighter offered but he knew that it was unrealistic. They both had their own lives in different cities and the drive from the Outer Ring to New Eridu was several hours.

Wise held onto Lighter’s hand tightly, afraid that his past would put a wall between them. “Do you know why I hate being so weak in a Hollow? It’s because I’m afraid that history will repeat itself and I’ll be forced to watch someone I care for be taken away by that monster. But, things are different now. I’m not that weak student. You’re stronger than you were before, Lighter. Things will be different this time.”

Lighter’s arms around him loosened enough for Wise to turn and finally face him. He took his long scarf, the symbol of the Undefeated Champion, and held it against his eyes. “I know you’re scared. I’m afraid too. We can face the Hollow together.”

“I can’t say no to you. It’s not fair.” Lighter let out a sigh. “Your first training will be tomorrow night in the Outer Ring. You’re going to be there late so stay the night.”

[ofkrum]

( arnas fedaravicius | cis man | he&him ) — was that vladislav krum passing through diagon alley? those close to them say they remind them of snowflakes melting on dark locks, clenched fists, half-written letters tossed aside, prolonged eye-contact, empty flasks, erupting laughter, which i suppose seems to fit that durmstrang alumnus. they’re actually pretty dogmatic, protective, and impulsive for a twenty-seven year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a curse-breaker. rumor has it that the pureblood has stayed neutral… for now. i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. 

stats :

name : vladislav andreyev krum age : 27 place of birth : sofia, bulgaria date of birth : april 4th sexuality : heterosexual languages spoken : bulgarian, norwegian, german, english education : durmstrang

height : 191cm hair colour : brown eye colour : blue

father : andrey krum ( 60, ex minister of magic in bulgaria ) mother : maria vulkanova ( socialite, deceased twenty - five years ago ) siblings : younger sibling ( 25 ), younger half - sibling ( 23 ), younger half - sibling ( 21 ) other : elinor krum ( step - mother, deceased twenty - two years ago ), tba krum ( step - mother )

traits : steadfast , tactless , protective , impulsive , dogmatic , impetuous , defiant , resilient mbti : istp alignment : chaotic good astro : aries sun , scorpio moon , sagittarius rising

about :

( tw for implied abuse )

one of the very first few things you learn as you grow up is that your father is an important man. that, and that he was exceptionally cruel, especially with his punishments towards you. you also learn that not every father was like that, contrary to what you believed. you had never met your mother.. well, you did, you just bear no memories of it. she is but an old portrait to you, you sometimes gaze at. by the time you are five, you are already on step - mother number three and you quickly learn she is not your mother and would never want you to get that idea. she is not exactly warm to her own child either, but you are. your siblings are your responsibility and although you are far from responsible or sensible, you are there for them when it matters.

durmstrang is your heaven, an escape from home and also the place you find your friends for life or what you excell at -- the dark arts. it would be easy for you to slip into the role of a bully effortlessly, so blunt and eager to fight - but you have your principles, no matter how contradictory or hard to figure out they might be. you want it all - social life, parties, studies, quidditch, clubs, for your blood is boiling and you're always on the move, despite harsh northern winters.

people burnout, but not you - far too stubborn to ever consider giving up. when scandal shakes your family and your father's influence, wealth and money can no longer save him and he ends up imprisoned, you keep your head up and step up for your family. some choices were hard and not well - received by all, such as freezing out your step - mother completely, but as you always thought, you knew best. someone had to make the harsh decisions around here, no?

for someone so well - versed in the dark arts and curses, your career choice upon graduating durmstrang makes sense. you're a freelancer and still have your own principal values you like to keep. you mostly reside in norway, having gotten quite used to the freezing air of the northest points - your second home at this point. fate brings you in england and although you do not intend to stay long, perhaps it has other plans for you.

headcanons , personality & other :

he sees the tensions rising and upcoming war in england. although personally never caring for blood purity ideals, he has spent his entire life around purebloods. there is still an engrained arrogance, especially towards muggles. the longer vlad stays, the longer he feels like he will inevitably have to pick a side.

skilled but reckless fighter and duelist. doesn't believe in dodging hits and he has the scars to show for it. he is impulsive af in general and quick to lose his temper.

honest and blunt ( also simply can't lie for shit ), but it is most often not in a malicious manner. a lot nicer than he seems, he just has resting " i hate everyone " face.

history nerd

[cat-esper]

I thought I'd redo my intro post and this time make it ✨pretty✨

I'm Cat [she/her | aroace] and I write sci-fi and fantasy with a dose of cosmic horror. I love mixing genres and general experimentation. Whether my work is marketable or not is less important than having fun. My absolute favorite things are found family, robots, and time travel, and I am a firm believer that platonic relationships can be just as fierce and important as romantic ones. Most of my novels are set within a shared universe I call the Starfish Saga and that's my main focus, though I do have quite a few exciting projects outside that.

I am quite shy but love making new writer friends and am open to tag games and ask games and other sorts of writerly socialization.

I have...a lot of projects. A worrying amount I try not to think about. But! Below the cut, you'll find the ones I'm focusing on for the time being, now with new and improved titles.

Books of the Starfish Saga

The Last Paladin | YA science fantasy | 12 part series

When Chelsea Seaver's parents are abducted by aliens, she embarks on a grand adventure across the galaxy--making friends and learning magic on the way--to bring them home.

Status: books 1-3 drafted

Intro | WIP tag

Incantations of the Mad Mage | YA epic fantasy | 6 part series

In order to honor her dead mentor, battle mage Arna Vaughn races against the Sforia Empire to locate six legendary magic spells that have the power to end a bloody war; whoever finds them first will change the course of their world forever.

Status: drafting book 5, editing book 2

Intro | WIP tag

Records of the Spiral | YA portal fantasy | 4 part series

Three misfits stumble into a surreal world inhabited by strange creatures and watched over by the eldritch Enochians; it's a place they belong to more than Earth and if they don't want to see it destroyed, they'll need to stop the very beings who created it in the first place.

Status: book 1 drafted

Intro | WIP tag

Music of the Spheres | YA science fantasy | standalone

Shay Finnegan leaves everything behind when he decides to become a light-wielding Paladin, a protector of the galaxy, in order to find a higher purpose and avoid the fate that haunts him with the words you will bring everything to ruin.

Status: rewriting for the millionth time

Intro | WIP tag

Red Ghost | YA contemporary fantasy | novella

Mel Black joins a ghost-killing organization in order to free the spirit of her dead friend from a fate worse than death, but saving him might just mean the end of humanity.

Status: pending edits

Intro | WIP tag

Nightland Nexus | epic fantasy | 5 part series

As tensions rise across the worlds, a group of characters seek to satisfy their own ambitions, but they'll need to team up and unite the worlds to prevent a long-dormant Darkness from awakening.

Status: world-building

Intro | WIP tag

Sundial Fates | YA sci-fi western | 10 part series

A time machine crashes on the edge of town, launching three reluctant teens into the biggest adventure of their lives. They may be able to face down alien invaders, mad scientists, and unfathomable entities, but can they face the truth about themselves?

Status: overhauling the plot/updating the lore

Intro | WIP tag

Other Projects

The Zodiac Circuit | post-apocalyptic sci-fi | duology

Rhys Valencya reluctantly teams up with an android in order to stop her own family from resurrecting the lich that almost wiped out humanity centuries ago.

Status: book 1 drafted

Intro | WIP tag

Androids Don't Rust | time travel | standalone

With human extinction inevitable, four androids are sent into the past to retrieve data for the Archive that will outlast humanity.

Status: very early planning stages

Intro | WIP tag

Robbery on the Hell Express | weird western | novella

Occasional partners and oftentimes enemies, Harlan Nye and John Callahan team up to rob a ghost train--betrayal, deadly wraiths, and a lethal race against the clock mean they may not make it out of this alive.

Status: planning

Intro | WIP tag

The Chronicles of Josephine Mercer | dark pirate fantasy | ongoing series

In a darker version of the 18th century Caribbean, mutineer and newly self-appointed Captain Josephine Mercer escaped the navy with a ship and ambitions that would see her become the bane of the British Empire.

Status: research/world-building

Intro | WIP tag

Liminal Spaces | urban fantasy | 5 part series

Caffeine fueled video game artist, Ref Sanderson, comes home one day to find his daughter is missing. Turns out, she's been making new realities in her free time. Now she's trapped in one and he'll need to learn how to enter and fabricate realities himself in order to save her.

Status: outlining book 2

WIP intro coming soon

Other Starfish WIPs I'm technically working on, in the background, that I probably won't talk about unless someone wants me to:

The Siege of Coracaltone: a space opera about cinnamon roll wizard Flynn on a quest but gets sidetracked by space pirates (waiting for a rewrite)

Pirates vs Dinosaurs: cosmic horror about, you guessed it, pirates and dinosaurs and the slow dissolving of their sanity (drafted and just waiting for editing time)

Dreams of the Spiral: a prelude to Records of the Spiral about the band Red Tape Rocket and the summer things got really weird (still being planned)

If any of them pique your interest and you'd like to be added to a taglist, let me know!

[solwinters]

*  ♔  ◟     (   arnas fedaravicius,   twenty - eight,   cis man,   he/him   )     the  capital  of  king’s  landing  welcomes  arnolf  of  house karstark,  the  lord  of  karhold.  news  borne  by  raven  sends  word  that  they  are  reputed  to  be  loyal,  but  with  the  eyes  of  court  watching  their  every  move,  they  might  prove  to  be  reckless.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  the sweet sound of steel clashing against steel, taste of blood and the sting of cold and ice, spilled ale and drunken stories.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  house  targaryen  of  dragonstone,  where  they  conspire  to  protect what is left of their house.  but  in  the  end,  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.   

stats :

name : arnolf stark age : 28 title : lord of karhold date of birth : fourth day of the fourth moon ( april 4th ) sexuality : heterosexual languages spoken : common tongue, old tongue religion : the old gods

height : 193cm hair colour : brown eye colour : blue

father : tba mother : tba siblings : tba other : tba

traits : steadfast , tactless , protective , impulsive , dogmatic , impetuous , defiant , resilient mbti : istp alignment : chaotic good astro : aries sun , capricorn moon , scorpio rising

about :

second youngest son , wild child. you arrive into this world during the false spring , all bloodied and with a warrior's cry. your earliest memories - harsh snow storm , mother's warm embrace , snowflakes melting on hot skin , the cold feels like home. following elder brothers around the courtyard with a wooden sword , eager to fight , to learn. you fall and you bleed but you don't give up ; you get up again and demand more , as long as you have your strength. you don't talk much when outsiders come ; you observe them with a glare , you hide. your mother laughs , a wildling she calls you. son of the north , you are devoted to it and the old gods , for they speak to you. your blood runs cold and trouble is all you know ; father and mother stop worrying eventually, it is simply your nature. your blood runs hot and you like your freedom , to explore , to live , journeys taking you only further north , even beyond the wall. south and its politics do not interest you. you are strong , but not as strong as you believe. family is everything , and when the rebellion comes you get a taste of war, you lose friends, brothers, father and with them, a piece of yourself. you will never be the same.

headcanons , personality & other :

very loyal to and protective of his fam and the north as a whole.

the furthest south he's ever been is white harbor , before coming to king's landing for the festivities. he hates it.

skilled but reckless fighter. doesn't believe in dodging hits and he has the scars to show for it.

the old gods speak to him ok. if he doesn't have a weirwood tree to pray to at least once a day he will grow very irritable.

honest and blunt but that's because he can't lie for shit , you can always tell. had the shit beat out of him a few times as a kid because he was in places he wasn't supposed to be + that big mouth of his , but that only made him #stronger. he thinks fondly of those memories.

a lot of unresolved #issues from fighting against the rebellion and losing so many people that he refuses to deal with.

[machiavxlli]

Ariadne & Eska (@ofholocenemuses)

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[negreabsolut]

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[never-dim-your-light]

Artists, websites, interesting places & things! ...

My memory is poor. As for the purposes of updating, I will add new postings to the top of the list. Albeit not alphabetized in this manner, it is easier to maintain. I started the list so I would have all of the artists I love, places I've been, websites I like, all at a glance whenever I work on projects. Then I decided to share it. I mean, why not! At present it's mainly names without context. Which is a little unfair to artists. However, as I get more settled in my new home, I will provide more links, etc. (With Artists Permission Naturally.) Thank You For Being Here .... ~S

Abril Peiretti - post with links Adriana Petit Aela Labbe - fb Alessandro Silverj - website Alessio Albi Alicja Anna Reczek Alicja Rodzik Alicja Brodowicz  Amandine Joannes  Ana María Bustamante  Andrea Young Art  Anna Marcell Anna Nycz Annette Pehrsson Another - anOther magazine Anya Anti Art  Arna Miller Art Blog - link ArtLead - website Artist A Day Barbara Bezina Bella Kotak Camil Tulcan Caryn Drexl(photography & mixed media) -   Celeste Ortiz Colette Saint Yves Claire Louria - website vogueitaly 30Under30 Clare Marie Bailey   Corpus Vertebrae(Michalina Wozniak)  Cristina Coral   Cristina Otero  Crystal Lee Lucas  Dara Scully Deborah Sheedy  Deborah Turbeville Desenio - art prints  Deviant Art - website Diana Moss - Miss Moss- graphic designer/blogger Diane Powers  Diego Fernandez Eirini Lachana Elif Sanem Karakoc  Elin Kero(Swedish photographer)  Elisa Scascitelli Ellen Rogers Esme Fransen Eva Carollo  Eva Varveropoulou   Fabrizia Milia Flemmanoir  Follow me away Gundula Blumi Hannah Häseker Heiner Luepke Holly Andres Honeyuck(hana haley) Immemory Mag - linktree Imogen Cunningham  Irène Lichtenstein Irina Joanne Isa Marcelli Isabella Bubola Janine Machiedo Jaroslaw Datta   Jeffrey Stockbridge  Jerry Schatzberg Photographer - website Jessica Tremp Jingna Zhang Jone Reed Josephine Cardin Julie de Waroquier Kamwei Fong  Katia Chausheva  Katie Eleanor Katrin Koenning  Katya Berestova Kiki Prager Klara Vlese  Kris Lewis  Kylli Sparre  Laura Makabresku  Laura Zalenga Laurie Anne  Leela Leslie Ann O'Dell  Lídia Vives Lieke Anna  Liu Qing Lillistorm  LLimonium  Lukasz Wierzbowski Lysiane Bourdon  Magdalena Franczuk Magdalena Russocka  Maia Flore  Mara Gritt  Maren Klemp  Margaret Durow Margherita Introna  Marie Hochhaus Marit Beer  Mira Nedyalkova Mariam Sitchinava Martin Stranka Mary Evans-picture library   MelleSan Misma Andrews Miss Aniela (Natalie Lennard) Moirrey Malane Monia Merlo Nannimensch - website IG   mainTumblr marljin jurljin kilinja Nastya Kaletkina   Natalie Ina - blog & photo info Nathalia Suellen Nathalie Lete - instagram Nicola Samori Nicol Vizioli  NISHE Olga Astratova Olivia Bee Paper World (vintage stationary & supplies) Peter Coulson - photographer Philomena Famulok Photogenics & Co - website creators IG Model - Alina Bobyleva Rebecca - IG (finding quiet in the wild) Rebecca Cairns Reflected Faith  Rijksmuseum - link Society6 - website Sofia Ajram  Sol Anna  Supersonic Art - ( new website coming! ) links Tamara Lichtenstein Teresa Queirós Thomas Dodd Through My Heart Poetry. Photography and Painting Tim Barber Tim Walker Tina Sosna - Blog Tina Teaspoon  Urszula Kluz-Knope Valentina Rosić  Vanesa Menalli (danzar mundos)   Vanessa Stockard  Veronika Chikalova Veroszka Virginia Rota  Yesterday Today 

[solwintersarchived]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         arnas fedaravicius,  27,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ARNOLF  of  house  STARK,  the  LORD  of  WINTERFELL.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  STEADFAST  and  TACTLESS  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  history.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  the sweet sound of the clash of steel , taste of blood and the sting of ice , loud laughter that echoes throughout the hall , bruised knuckles , drunken overexaggerated stories , anger like wildfire - it is put out as quickly as it was set ablaze.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE STARKS.   

stats :

name : arnolf stark age : 27 title : lord of winterfell date of birth : april 4th sexuality : heterosexual languages spoken : common tongue, old tongue religion : the old gods

height : 194cm hair colour : brown eye colour : blue

father : lord jon stark ( 55, deceased one year ago ) mother : dowager ruling lady leona stark nee karstark ( 56 ) siblings : lord theon stark ( 34 ) , lord alaric stark ( 29 ), lord harlon stark ( 28 ) other : lady dafne stark nee martel ( sister - in - law ) , house karstark ( maternal cousins )

traits : steadfast , tactless , protective , impulsive , dogmatic , impetuous , defiant , resilient mbti : istp alignment : chaotic good astro : aries sun , scorpio moon , sagittarius rising

about :

second youngest son , wild child , wolfblooded. you arrive into this world during the false spring , all bloodied and with a warrior's cry. your earliest memories - harsh snow storm , mother's warm embrace , snowflakes melting on hot skin , the cold feels like home. following elder brothers around the courtyard with a wooden sword , eager to fight , to learn. you fall and you bleed but you don't give up ; you get up again and demand more , as long as you have your strength. you don't talk much when outsiders come ; you observe them with a glare , you hide. your mother laughs , a wildling she calls you. son of the north , you are devoted to it and the old gods , for they speak to you. your blood runs cold and trouble is all you know ; father and mother stop worrying eventually, it is simply your nature. your blood runs hot and you like your freedom , to explore , to live , journeys taking you only further north , even beyond the wall. south and its politics do not interest you. you are strong , but not as strong as you believe. family is everything , and when the gods take your father , you're not quite sure how to deal with it.

headcanons , personality & other :

very loyal to and protective of his fam and the north as a whole.

the furthest south he's ever been is white harbor , before coming to king's landing for the festivities. he hates it.

skilled but reckless fighter. doesn't believe in dodging hits and he has the scars to show for it.

the old gods speak to him ok. if he doesn't have a weirwood tree to pray to at least once a day he will grow very irritable.

honest and blunt but that's because he can't lie for shit , you can always tell. had the shit beat out of him a few times as a kid because he was in places he wasn't supposed to be + that big mouth of his , but that only made him #stronger. he thinks fondly of those memories.

history nerd , especially the conquest era ( has beef with torrhen stark )

[long-haired-hottie]

@dragonballnewstar from X

It wasn’t unusual for Ampa to be away from Monster Island and back with regular civilization, in fact she frequently had to go between different landmasses for visits with family or business. On this particular occasion, she was visiting a close friend at their mountain lodge - an established large multi-generational home for a family of Majins and their various large pets. However, as they were turning in, it was brought up that one of the little mountain lion cubs wasn’t accounted for. Since Ampa already works with large animals and has perfect night vision, she was volunteered to go find the little cub. Which leads to her reluctantly exploring the woods when she’d ideally be sleeping or playing video games. As she fluttered over a fallen tree, she noticed a surprisingly high ki signature. Most humans have a ki signature of around 2 to 3, but this one was higher than that. As she moved closer, her antenna twitched at the distinct plunking of guitar strings before her eyes caught the sight of a pink mark along the tree line. Was that a Rune…? A magic user? Runes and magic weren’t unfamiliar, but she wasn’t the best at utilizing them in any capacity. Master Arna said it’s due to Tuffles not having a strong ‘spark’, but she still learned the basics of rune formation and the effects they have. Just as soon as she noticed it, the mark dissipated in the air. A voice cut through her thoughts as her red eyes caught sight of a man camping. From Dija’s perspective, all he could really see were red eyes. She couldn’t tell if he was human or not. From her angle she wasn’t able to see any sort of distinguishing features, activating her Hard-Light bracelet to don her human disguise just to be safe. Silently kicking herself for not doing sooner as she knew she shouldn’t be running around the mainland without her disguise.  Ampa gave a small wave before speaking out. “Ah- Sorry! I-I’m just passing by! I’m looking for a mountain lion cub. His name is Chester and he has a purple collar. I’m helping the owner’s of the nature preserve up the mountain, and they think he might have went exploring out of his usual habitat.”

Dija set his beloved guitar down in his seat without taking his eyes off the approaching figure. His night vision was certainly better than any regular humans but Saiyans still couldn't see in the dark. His mother would have been able to better pick out the features of whoever this was with her feline attributes.

He moved to the edge of his encampment towards the red eyes and lifted a hand palm up to allow a ball of light to hover there for a moment before tossing it up into the air. It glowed more brightly and illuminated the area and his intruder. They sounded like a woman but he'd learned long ago from personal experience not to assume anything about anyone.

"I haven't seen any animals around here." Dija smelled like the city and beyond that, animals instinctively thought predator when confronted with the scent of Saiyans. They avoided him for self-preservation. "Why would anyone put a collar on a cougar?"

[errruvande]

I am just gonna exist here for half an hour. Trains are canceled till past 9 am and I don't want to work today!!!

Bluh why that isn't a legal reason to miss a work day... Like, sorry, all of my trains were cancelled, who do u think I am??? I have dreams about Arnas at home, much more interesting AND important