#MONKEY POWER ACTIVATE

[luckydicekirby]

finished ffx replay last week, got got by the ending as usual, and did very seriously consider booting up ffx-2 immediately after for the sweet sweet mood whiplash. can’t cry when real emotion is playing that’s just physics

[buk0wskis]

let’s face it, i’m fashionably late.

well hello! name’s marshall. (mars works too!) my pronouns are he/him and i’m 22 years old. usually i’m a twitter addict, but recently i thought, y’know, why not expand to other platforms… and look where that got me.

in all seriousness, though, happy to be here.

currently my special interest is aaron stanford, so definitely expect a lot of him around these parts. from what it looks like, a good majority of posts about, say, 12 monkeys or nikita, are from years back (there are some recent posts though!), but genuinely i’ve got no problem being the One Guy that talks about some of those older sources. naturally, i would like to encourage a resurgence. like, this shit’s still fire, guys. inform the children.

ah, also, i have a lesser hyperfixation in brenton thwaites! love bro to bits fr. i wouldn’t be surprised if his face ends up somewhere over here, too. :)

i do like to write in my off-time; it’s just been a while since i’ve cooked up something new, but the aaron hyperfix has certainly inspired me to kick things into gear again. maybe some of that will be on here in the future, who knows? (i do really only write oc x canon content, it’s just kinda how i roll. my ao3 is only titans dickkory, which immediately disproves the prior statement… i was on a kick when i cranked those ones out. dunno when i’ll be putting more stuff on there, though.)

OH something i actually would love to brag about, if i may: i make character playlists! and pretty damn good ones if i do say so myself. i’ve made a lot of mixes for brenton characters, but there’s a couple mixes relating to some of aaron’s most popular roles that i recently made public. (and more on the way!) all of my character mixes are lyric-based, so genre whiplash won’t be that uncommon of a find. regardless, i’m proud of them! i’ll post a masterlist of what i’ve got out at a later date. :)

where else you can find me:

twt: buk0wskis

bluesky: buk0wskis.bsky.social

spotify: buk0wskis

ao3: buk0wskis

letterboxd: buk0wskis

instagram: idolfangz

OHHH SHIT BEFORE I FORGET. i most definitely plan on showing off my halloween costumes this year once they’re all put together. i like having more than one costume; keeps me motivated to show off my current interests, especially irl. this year, i’ve got two: doug bukowski from the hills have eyes ‘06 and wastelander pyro from deadpool & wolverine. (pyro girlies, i’m with you. like that’s my goat. i went and saw dp&w like six times total just so i could see john and his stellar 2 minutes and roughly 24 seconds of screen time.)

[spaciebabie]

so much shit has been announced this year i am manifesting season 6 of lmk will be announced atsp this year amen jesus lawd monkeys come back to us 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[siixkiing]

Gods, I still hate how the dash looks over on @iimexpensiive since it's not in chronological order and I can't seem to fix that at all.

[inseobts]

1st Anniversary

what would they do for your first anniversary together?

gn!reader

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace

words count: around 0.5k - 0.7k each

masterlist || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The sun rises over the Thousand Sunny, casting golden light across the deck. You stretch and yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes when a sudden weight crashes into you.

"Y/N!" Luffy yells, tackling you with his usual enthusiasm.

You groan but laugh as he wraps his arms around you "Luffy, it's too early for this—"

"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!" he shouts, grinning ear to ear.

You blink. Oh. Right. Your first anniversary together.

Luffy’s never been the best at remembering dates, so you didn’t expect him to bring it up at all. But here he is, vibrating with excitement like a kid who just found a pile of meat.

"You remembered?" you ask, surprised.

Luffy nods eagerly "Of course! I mean… Sanji wrote it down for me… and Nami yelled at me to not forget… and Robin told me what an anniversary even is—but still!"

You chuckle, shaking your head "So, do you have something planned?"

Luffy puffs out his chest proudly "Yup! Captain’s orders: today is Luffy and y/n Day! No crewmates allowed!"

From across the deck, you hear Usopp yell "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"

Luffy ignores him.

"But," he continues, "I, uh, don’t actually know what people do on anniversaries, so I just made some rules!"

Your curiosity piques "Rules?"

Luffy grins, grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it dramatically "Yup! First rule: We gotta eat as much meat as possible!"

You snort "Of course."

"Second rule: No pirate stuff today. Just fun stuff!"

"That’s… actually kind of sweet" you admit.

"And the last rule…" He suddenly scratches his head, cheeks turning a little pink "Well… um…"

You tilt your head "What is it?"

Luffy huffs, clearly frustrated "It's a secret rule! I’ll tell you later!"

You laugh but decide not to push it "Alright, Captain. What’s first on the itinerary?"

It starts with a massive breakfast, courtesy of Sanji (who glares at Luffy the whole time for stealing food off your plate). After stuffing yourselves, Luffy drags you across the Sunny for various "Luffy-approved" activities.

First, there’s an intense game of tag—where Luffy cheats by using his rubber powers. Then, he insists on fishing, though he gets distracted halfway through and jumps in after the fish himself. After drying off (and avoiding Nami’s wrath for getting seawater everywhere), he decides you both need a nap—because "eating and playing is tiring!"

You wake up with Luffy curled around you like a koala, snoring into your hair.

"You really are like a cat" you mumble, gently brushing his bangs aside.

Luffy stirs, blinking up at you sleepily "Hmmm?"

"Nothing" you whisper, smiling.

As the sun starts setting, you and Luffy sit on the deck, watching the waves. The usual chaos of the crew is still happening in the background, but for once, it’s peaceful.

Luffy suddenly perks up "Oh! The secret rule!"

You sit up straighter "Finally. What is it?"

He fidgets, uncharacteristically nervous "Well… I heard anniversaries are for saying important stuff, right?"

You nod "I guess, yeah."

Luffy rubs the back of his neck, looking out at the sea "So… my last rule is… that I gotta tell you something important today. Something really important."

Your heart skips a beat. Luffy isn't usually serious—when he is, it means something big "Okay," you say softly "I'm listening."

He takes a deep breath, then grins, his usual carefree self again "I love you!"

You freeze.

He’s said he likes you before, in his own way—"You're my favorite!" or "I like having you around!"—but he’s never actually said that.

He tilts his head "Was that good? I was practicing in my head all day."

Your eyes soften "You practiced?"

"Yeah!" He laughs "I mean, I already knew I love you, but I wanted to say it today ‘cause, y’know, it’s our thing. Our anniversary thing!"

You shake your head fondly, grabbing his hat and plopping it onto your own head "You’re such an idiot."

Luffy pouts "Hey—"

Before he can complain, you cup his face and kiss him. He makes a surprised noise but quickly melts into it, smiling against your lips.

"Best anniversary ever" he mumbles.

You laugh "You say that now, but wait ‘til next year. You’ll have to top it."

Luffy grins "Easy! Next year, I’ll make a million rules!"

You sigh, shaking your head "What have I gotten myself into?"

Luffy just laughs, pulling you closer as the sun dips below the horizon. The crew groans in the background, but you don’t care. Because as chaotic and ridiculous as he is, Luffy’s way of loving you is perfect.

And that’s all you could ever ask for.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

The sun hangs low over the Thousand Sunny, painting the sky in warm hues of orange and pink. The crew is scattered across the deck, each lost in their own evening routine, but your attention is on one person alone—Zoro.

The swordsman leans against the railing, arms crossed, eyes closed. To anyone else, it looks like he’s resting, but you know better. He’s thinking.

You step closer, hands behind your back “Oi, Zoro.”

His eye cracks open slightly before he turns his head toward you “Hm?”

You smile, rocking on your heels “Happy anniversary.”

For a second, he looks at you blankly, and your heart sinks a little. Did he forget?

Then, with a small smirk, he straightens up “Tch. You really think I’d forget?”

You cross your arms “Honestly? Yes.”

He scoffs “Give me some credit.”

Your curiosity piques “So… you actually planned something?”

Zoro rolls his shoulders, looking away for a brief moment before nodding “Something like that.”

You raise an eyebrow “Wait. Seriously?”

Before you can press further, he jerks his head toward the deck “C’mon.”

He leads you to a quieter part of the ship, where the sounds of the crew fade into the background. A small blanket is laid out on the deck, two cups and a bottle of sake sitting neatly in the center. The sea stretches endlessly before you, the breeze carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

You blink in surprise “Did… you do this?”

Zoro sits down, grabbing the bottle “Sanji might’ve helped. But don’t tell him I said that.”

You chuckle, sitting beside him “Didn’t take you for the romantic type.”

“I’m not.” He pours a bit of sake into your cup, then his own “But I figured… a year with you is worth drinking to.”

Your chest warms at his words. Zoro isn’t one for big, flashy gestures—but when he cares, he shows it in ways that truly matter.

You clink your cup against his “I’ll drink to that.”

As the two of you sip in comfortable silence, you glance at him “So, what was the first thing you thought when we got together?”

Zoro exhales, setting his cup down “That you’re stubborn.”

You laugh “Me?”

“Yeah.” He leans back on his elbows, looking at you “You wouldn’t back down, even when I tried pushing you away.”

You tilt your head “Did you want to push me away?”

Zoro’s gaze softens “…I didn’t want you to be a distraction, you know”

You stare at him, heart squeezing “And now?”

He lets out a slow breath “Now, I know you’re not.”

You smile “Good answer.”

After a few more drinks, the night fully settles in and Zoro turns to you, expression unreadable.

“…I have something for you.”

Your eyes widen, surprised “You got me a gift?”

He reaches into his haramaki and pulls out a small object. He places it in your hand—it’s a charm. It's like a small version of his earrings turned into a pendant and attached to a thin string.

Your breath catches “Zoro…?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking away “It’s stupid, but… I had it made a while ago. For you.”

You run your fingers over the smooth surface, heart pounding sooooo hard “It’s not stupid. It’s perfect.”

Zoro smirks “You’re stuck with me.”

You laugh, tightening your grip on the pendant and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny is filled with the warm, mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked food. The scent of caramelized spices and grilled seafood lingers in the air, a sure sign that Sanji is in his element.

You lean against the doorway, watching him work his magic. He moves with effortless grace, flipping a pan, the flames from the stove reflecting in his blue eyes. He hums softly to himself, a tune you recognize as the one he whistles when he’s happy.

You smirk “Cooking me a feast, Chef?”

Sanji turns at the sound of your voice, and immediately, his expression melts “Ah, ma chérie, you’re early.”

You cross your arms, pouting “So I’m not supposed to be here?”

Sanji chuckles, wiping his hands on a towel before stepping closer “I wanted to surprise you...” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear “But I suppose I don’t mind if you ruin the surprise—after all, you’re the guest of honor!”

Your heart flutters at his words. Sanji has always been charming, but there’s something different about the way he speaks to you, softer, more genuine, as if you’re the only person in the world.

You glance past him at the beautifully arranged table, complete with candles, fine plates, and a bouquet of flowers “You really went all out, huh?”

He grins, taking your hand and spinning you playfully “Only the best for my love.”

Sanji pulls out a chair for you, as the great gentleman he is “Sit and relax. Let me take care of everything.”

You obey, watching as he presents dish after dish, each one plated to perfection “Alright, Chef, walk me through the menu.”

Sanji gestures dramatically “For the appetizer, we have a delicate seafood bisque, infused with saffron and a touch of white wine. For the main course..." He lifts a silver lid, revealing your favorite dish "...a meal crafted specifically for my one and only.”

You gasp, touched “You remembered my favorite?”

Sanji scoffs as if offended “Do you take me for an amateur? Of course I remember.”

You laugh and take a bite, instantly melting at the burst of flavors “Oh my god. I think I just fell in love all over again.”

Sanji chuckles, resting his chin in his palm as he watches you “Then I must be doing it right.”

After finishing the meal and complimenting him so much that he nearly combusts with joy, Sanji disappears into the kitchen. When he returns, he’s holding a small plate with a single dessert on it, a beautifully crafted heart-shaped pastry.

“Happy anniversary, my love” he murmurs, setting it in front of you.

Your eyes soften “You made this just for me?”

Sanji kneels beside you, taking your hand in his “Everything I make is for you, mon amour. But this… this one is special.”

You pick up the dessert, admiring the delicate details. As you take a bite, your taste buds explode with sweetness and spice, just like him.

“It’s perfect” you whisper.

Sanji smiles, but there’s something more in his expression tonight—something deeper “I’m glad,” he murmurs “Because you are, too.”

Your breath catches as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Sanji…”

He exhales, resting his forehead against yours “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done”

Your heart swells, and for once, he’s the one left breathless when you lean in and kiss him.

The chef who’s always served everyone finally gets a taste of something just for himself... a love that’s his to keep.

── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:

The Moby Dick is quiet tonight, the usual noise replaced by something softer (Ace had made sure of it).

You step onto the deck, your brows furrowing as you notice the absence of drunken laughter and boisterous yelling. Instead, a familiar warmth spreads through the air, not just from the ship’s lanterns, but from the flickering flames dancing lazily around a certain freckled man's fingertips.

He’s waiting for you.

“Hey, you’re finally here” Ace calls, grinning as he waves you over “Took you long enough.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms “You were the one who told me to wait in my room. What exactly are you up to?”

Ace scratches the back of his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips “Well… it’s our anniversary, right? So I wanted to do something special.”

Your heart skips a beat. He remembered.

You step closer, noticing that he’s set up a "date night" on the deck. There’s a blanket spread out beneath the stars, a small box of food beside it (probably stolen from the kitchen), and a few lanterns hanging. But the real highlight is Ace himself, his flames glow softly around him, casting warm hues against his skin.

“Ace…” You blink, touched “Did you do all this?”

He grins, patting the spot next to him “Well, I had some help from Thatch—mostly because I kept burning the food.”

You laugh as you sit beside him “That sounds about right”

Ace chuckles, handing you a small bowl of your favorite food “I figured I should at least try to do this properly.”

You take a bite, humming in approval “It’s actually pretty good.”

“Damn right it is! I didn’t burn this”

You shake your head, smiling “You’re impossible.”

Ace leans back on his hands, watching you with a lazy grin “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

Your cheeks warm. He’s not wrong.

After finishing your meal, the two of you lay side by side on the blanket, staring up at the endless sky. The sea is calm, the ship gently rocking beneath you, and Ace's warmth seeps into your skin where his arm brushes yours.

He turns his head, watching you “Y’know… I never really thought I’d make it this far.”

You glance at him “What do you mean?”

Ace hesitates, then exhales “I used to think I wasn’t meant to have stuff like this. Someone who sticks around, someone who actually...” He pauses, then looks at you with a rare softness “...someone who loves me just for being me.”

Your heart aches at his words. You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his “You deserve this, Ace. You deserve love, and happiness, and everything good in the world.”

Ace stares at you for a moment as he swallows hard.

Then, without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. His body is warmer than usual but you don’t mind. You hold him just as tightly.

“…Thanks,” he mumbles “for staying.”

You pull back slightly, cupping his face “I’ll always stay.”

Ace lets out a shaky breath, then suddenly grins “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on letting you go either.”

Before you can respond, he kisses you, slow and deep.

As he stops you narrow your eyes at him “Alright, spill it. How did you get everyone to be this quiet?”

Ace blinks, then smirks “What, you think I can’t get them to behave when I want to?”

You cross your arms “No, I know you can’t.”

Ace laughs, rubbing his nose “Fine, fine. I might’ve… bribed them.”

You raise an eyebrow “With what?”

He looks away, mumbling under his breath.

“What was that?” You lean in.

“…I promised to do chore duty for a whole week.”

You gasp, eyes wide “You WHAT?”

Ace groans, throwing his head back “I know! But it was the only way! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this crew to shut up for more than five minutes?”

You burst into laughter, clutching your sides “Oh, this is priceless. You, of all people, voluntarily doing chores?”

Ace grumbles “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I made for this romantic evening.”

You wipe a tear from your eye, still giggling “Oh, I definitely do. I'll make it worth for you, don't worry” you wink at him.

Ace huffs but smiles, pulling you back into his arms “It's already worth it”

You hum, resting your head against his chest.

── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:

The Polar Tang hums quietly beneath your feet as you make your way toward Law’s quarters, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. Today marks your first anniversary with him, and while you know Law isn’t the type for grand, sweeping gestures, a small part of you wonders if he even remembers.

You wouldn’t be upset if he forgot, he’s busy, after all. But still… a year together means something.

You take a deep breath and knock.

“Come in.”

Pushing open the door, you step inside and immediately stop in your tracks.

The usually cluttered room is different. His desk is cleared, save for a single candle flickering softly beside a small plate of food, your favorite. A delicate piece of folded paper rests next to it, and on the bed, a neatly wrapped package.

Law stands nearby, arms crossed, watching your reaction with an unreadable expression “Took you long enough” he mutters.

You blink at him, then at the setup “You… did this?”

“Tch. Who else?” He glances away, scratching the back of his neck “It’s not a big deal.”

Your heart swells at the effort. It is a big deal, because Law doesn’t do things like this unless they truly matter to him.

Smiling, you walk over to the table and pick up the folded paper “What’s this?”

He doesn’t answer, just watches as you carefully unfold it.

Your breath catches the moment you realize what it is.

It’s a hand-drawn sketch. Of you.

Your fingers tremble as you take in the intricate details, the way your hair falls around your face, the softness in your eyes, the careful shading that brings it to life. He’s captured you perfectly, every detail very precise. But what gets you the most is the expression he’s given you, serene, happy, loved.

“Law…” Your voice is barely above a whisper “You drew this?”

He shifts uncomfortably “Yeah.” His gaze flickers to the side “I… started it a while ago. Just never had a reason to finish it until now.”

Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you clutch the drawing to your chest, overwhelmed. You knew Law was skilled in many things, but this? This is beyond anything you could have expected.

He clears his throat “There’s more.”

You glance toward the package on the bed, wiping your eyes before carefully unwrapping it. Inside is a book... an old, well-kept copy of one you once mentioned loving but never found again.

You stare at it, stunned “How did you—?”

“You talk in your sleep sometimes.” He smirks, finally meeting your eyes “You kept mumbling about it a few months ago, so I figured I’d find it.”

You let out a small, watery laugh “You found this for me?”

Law shrugs, but there’s a flicker of pride in his expression “It’s not a big deal.”

You set the book and drawing aside before closing the distance between you, your hands resting on his chest “It is a big deal,” you murmur, looking up at him “Thank you, Law. Really.”

He exhales softly, his fingers ghosting over your waist before settling there, pulling you a little closer “Didn’t want you thinking I forgot” he mutters.

You smile, reaching up to cup his face “I wouldn’t have minded, you know. Just being with you is enough.”

His golden eyes search yours, something unspoken passing between you before he finally gives in. His lips find yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, one that speaks of everything he doesn’t say out loud.

He tastes like mint and tea, his hands firm yet gentle as they slide up your back, pressing you against him. The kiss deepens, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your head to deepen the connection. Your breath hitches when he nips at your bottom lip before soothing it with another lingering kiss.

When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, both of you breathing a little heavier.

“Happy anniversary” you whisper.

His smirk returns, softer this time “Yeah. Happy anniversary.”

You grin “Think we’ll make it another year?”

Law scoffs, tilting your chin up so he can steal another kiss “I know we will.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you and the warmth of his lips lingering on yours, you have no doubt he’s right.

[imminent-danger-came]

MK: "What!? But you said the Samadhi Fire was the only thing that could stop her!"

Sun Wukong: "I know what I said! But I've beaten her before I'll- I'll do it again! Mei was right—I need to stop dragging you into my fights! All of you."

(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)

-

Dragging everyone into his messfights.

Sun Wukong: "I know I can never make it up to you. Honestly, I- I never thought I'd live as long as I have let alone be someone's mentor—turns out I'm not very good at it. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry MK. For all of it." MK: "It's okay—I can always get another bowl of noodles."

Sun Wukong: "Wha! No! Not the noodles! Ugh! I mean, I'm sorry for being a bad mentor and making you clean up after my mess!"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

-

Macaque: "No that's YOU! You're the one always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality—you're the one who wouldn't quit while were were ahead! Not the great sage, he's got to drag EVERYONE else into his mess!"

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

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Wukong's Messes.

[aeth-eris]

rising signs : animalistic features

aries rising - tiger, falcon, and lynx

body: aries risings exhibit the muscular and agile build of a tiger, combined with the aerodynamic frame of a falcon and the compact, athletic form of a lynx. their bodies are often toned and fit, showcasing their strength and speed. they possess an upright posture, emphasizing their readiness and boldness, as if they are always prepared for action. the combination of these animals highlights their powerful and assertive presence, as they move with precision and swiftness. face: angular, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that mirrors the boldness of a tiger. their eyes are sharp and intense, much like the falcon’s focused, penetrating gaze, while their expressions carry the quiet, alert nature of a lynx. the overall facial structure is defined and commanding, reflecting a fierce and determined attitude. their gaze can be both direct and intimidating, showcasing their fearless and straightforward approach to life. aura: dynamic, assertive, and commanding. aries risings carry an electric, action-oriented energy that feels like a constant surge of adrenaline. they exude a sense of confidence and leadership, blending the power and grace of a tiger, the sharp awareness and agility of a falcon, and the stealth and precision of a lynx. their presence ignites intensity, pushing others to rise to the challenge or keep up with their relentless pace.

taurus rising - bison, tortoise, and walrus

body: taurus risings have a solid and powerful build that combines the massive strength of a bison, the grounded, steady presence of a tortoise, and the robust frame of a walrus. they typically appear broad and muscular, with thick limbs and a physique that emphasizes resilience and stability. their movements are purposeful and deliberate, often slow and measured, showcasing their connection to the earth and their preference for consistency. face: broad and rounded features, with a calm and peaceful expression that resembles the serene gaze of a tortoise. their eyes are steady, showing depth and warmth, much like the wise look of a bison. the full cheeks and strong, defined chin echo the presence and strength of a walrus, giving them an appearance of solidity and strength. aura: grounded, reliable, and reassuring. taurus risings project a steady, nurturing energy that feels safe and dependable, combining the wisdom of a tortoise, the protective power of a bison, and the enduring strength of a walrus. their presence is calming, making those around them feel secure, as they exhibit a consistent, steadfast nature that doesn’t waver.

gemini rising - sparrow, monkey, and butterfly

body: light, quick, and agile, gemini risings have a lean build that allows for rapid movement, similar to a sparrow’s nimble form. they carry the playful energy of a monkey, showing a lively and expressive demeanor, while the delicate, fluttering grace of a butterfly adds a sense of lightness and charm. their body reflects a youthful, ever-active nature, constantly shifting and adapting to their environment. face: sharp, animated features with bright, inquisitive eyes that capture the alertness of a sparrow. their facial expressions are lively and change rapidly, similar to the playful curiosity seen in a monkey. they may have fine, delicate facial structures that resemble the soft, whimsical beauty of a butterfly, adding to their light and engaging appearance. aura: playful, energetic, and intelligent. gemini risings carry a dynamic and sociable energy, blending the lightness and freedom of a sparrow, the quick-witted and expressive nature of a monkey, and the delicate charm of a butterfly. their presence feels like a breeze—refreshing, unpredictable, and always in motion—sparking curiosity and encouraging interaction.

cancer rising - seal, koala, and panda

body: soft and nurturing, cancer risings often have a gentle, rounded build that reflects the comforting presence of a seal. their physique is compact, similar to a koala’s, emphasizing approachability and warmth, while the soft and cuddly nature of a panda adds a sense of protection and tenderness. they move with a slow, flowing grace, creating an inviting and soothing presence. face: round and expressive, with large, tender eyes that resemble the gentle and caring gaze of a panda. their expressions are soft and calm, showing warmth and empathy like a seal’s, and they possess a nurturing quality reminiscent of a koala’s peaceful demeanor. their cheeks are often full, giving them a youthful, approachable look that conveys comfort and care. aura: warm, gentle, and nurturing. cancer risings project an energy that feels soothing and protective, blending the tenderness of a panda, the comforting nature of a seal, and the nurturing presence of a koala. their aura creates a safe space, making others feel understood and supported in their presence, as they embody a sense of home and emotional safety.

leo rising - lion, peacock, and golden eagle

body: leo risings possess a powerful, athletic build reminiscent of a lion’s strength, combined with the tall, elegant posture of a golden eagle and the flamboyant beauty of a peacock. they have a commanding presence, with a fit, muscular frame that draws attention and exudes confidence. their movements are deliberate and graceful, embodying their regal nature. face: striking and bold, with prominent, angular features that evoke the majesty of a lion. their eyes are intense, like a golden eagle’s, projecting a sense of focus and strength. the dramatic flair of a peacock is seen in their expressive facial gestures, emphasizing their charisma and boldness. voluminous hair often enhances their presence, resembling a lion’s mane or a peacock’s extravagant display. aura: radiant, magnetic, and commanding. leo risings emit a confident and captivating energy that draws others in, blending the regal power of a lion, the focused intensity of a golden eagle, and the showy elegance of a peacock. their aura feels bright and uplifting, inspiring admiration and respect, as they naturally take center stage in any setting.

virgo rising - cat, antelope, and dragonfly

body: virgo risings have a slender and graceful build like a cat, with the agile, athletic form of an antelope and the delicate, light structure of a dragonfly. their bodies appear refined and controlled, moving with quick and precise movements that highlight their attention to detail. face: delicate and angular, with sharp, intelligent eyes similar to those of a cat. their expressions are thoughtful, often showing focus and calm observation. the sleek look of an antelope and the fine, intricate beauty of a dragonfly are reflected in their facial features, giving them an air of grace and sophistication. aura: calm, meticulous, and composed. virgo risings carry an energy that feels precise and thoughtful, combining the awareness of a cat, the grace of an antelope, and the lightness of a dragonfly. their presence is composed and organized, creating an atmosphere that feels efficient and intelligent, like everything is in its proper place.

libra rising - gazelle, swan, and dove

body: libra risings are long-limbed and elegant, with the slender and graceful build of a gazelle, the poised beauty of a swan, and the gentle softness of a dove. they have a balanced and proportional physique that moves fluidly and gracefully, appearing refined and harmonious. face: symmetrical and soft, with serene eyes that mirror the peaceful gaze of a dove. their facial features are refined, exuding the delicate beauty of a swan and the graceful movement of a gazelle. their skin and facial structure often appear smooth and well-balanced, enhancing their overall elegance. aura: harmonious, peaceful, and inviting. libra risings emit a calming and balanced energy that feels welcoming and graceful, combining the elegance of a swan, the charm of a dove, and the poise of a gazelle. their presence creates an atmosphere of beauty and harmony, making those around them feel at ease and inspired.

scorpio rising - wolf, scorpion, and raven

body: scorpio risings have a lean and muscular build, combining the stealthy, agile form of a wolf, the controlled precision of a scorpion, and the sleek, dynamic appearance of a raven. they move with purpose and fluidity, exuding an intensity that feels both powerful and mysterious. face: sharp and defined, with piercing eyes that convey the watchful, predatory gaze of a wolf. their facial features are intense and captivating, reflecting the enigmatic and precise nature of a scorpion and the mysterious allure of a raven. their expressions often appear serious, hinting at hidden depths and secrets. aura: intense, magnetic, and enigmatic. scorpio risings project a deep, transformative energy that feels both powerful and alluring, blending the loyalty and intensity of a wolf, the stealth of a scorpion, and the mysterious presence of a raven. their aura draws people in, creating a sense of intrigue and fascination that leaves others wanting to know more.

sagittarius rising - mustang, albatross, and otter

body: sagittarius risings have a tall, lean, and athletic build like a mustang, with the expansive, soaring energy of an albatross and the playful, flexible movements of an otter. they possess a fit physique that exudes freedom and vitality, moving swiftly and gracefully. face: bold and expressive, with bright, adventurous eyes similar to an albatross’s far-seeing gaze. their facial features are open and inviting, reflecting the playful nature of an otter and the wild, untamed spirit of a mustang. their expressions are often warm and enthusiastic, embodying their love for exploration and adventure. aura: adventurous, open, and enthusiastic. sagittarius risings carry an expansive, free-spirited energy that feels vibrant and uplifting, blending the speed and freedom of a mustang, the vision of an albatross, and the joyful playfulness of an otter. their presence encourages exploration and inspires others to embrace new experiences.

capricorn rising - ibex, owl, and mountain goat

body: capricorn risings have a sturdy and lean build like an ibex, with the disciplined structure of a mountain goat and the quiet, resilient presence of an owl. they move with precision and strength, reflecting their determination and focus. their physique often appears strong and fit, showcasing their resilience and their ability to navigate challenges with grace and endurance. face: angular, with a serious, observant gaze that mirrors the keen eyes of an owl. their facial features are defined and strong, showing the resilience of an ibex and the perseverance of a mountain goat. their expressions are composed and calm, highlighting their practical and methodical approach, often exuding an air of quiet authority. aura: disciplined, steady, and authoritative. capricorn risings exude a grounded energy that feels strong and reliable, blending the endurance of a mountain goat, the wisdom of an owl, and the resilience of an ibex. their presence is focused, instilling a sense of stability and determination in others, encouraging confidence and a sense of purpose in any environment they enter.

aquarius rising - octopus, crow, and gecko

body: aquarius risings possess a flexible and adaptable build like an octopus, combined with the sleek, dynamic presence of a crow and the agile, versatile movements of a gecko. they often have a slim and unique physique that reflects their individuality and adaptability. their movements are fluid and unpredictable, showcasing their readiness to adapt to new environments and embrace unconventional ways of moving through the world. face: distinctive features with bright, intelligent eyes similar to those of a crow. their expressions often carry a sense of curiosity and insight, reflecting the adaptability of a gecko and the enigmatic quality of an octopus. their facial structure is unique and may have an asymmetrical or unconventional charm, emphasizing their innovative and forward-thinking nature. aura: unconventional, innovative, and dynamic. aquarius risings project an energy that feels futuristic and adaptable, blending the intelligence and flexibility of an octopus, the sharp wit of a crow, and the resourcefulness of a gecko. their presence feels electric and intriguing, inviting others to think outside the box and approach life with an open and inventive mindset.

pisces rising - manatee, chameleon, and jellyfish

body: pisces risings often have a soft, rounded build like a manatee, combined with the fluid, adaptable movements of a jellyfish and the transformative nature of a chameleon. their physique appears gentle and calm, emphasizing a peaceful and approachable presence. they move with a serene, flowing grace that feels almost ethereal, embodying a sense of fluidity and adaptability to their surroundings. face: soft, gentle features with large, dreamy eyes that convey deep empathy and sensitivity, resembling a manatee’s warm and compassionate gaze. their expressions are fluid and often reflective, mirroring the chameleon’s ability to adapt and change. their overall look has an otherworldly quality similar to a jellyfish, with a soft and delicate appearance that enhances their mystical aura. aura: dreamy, empathetic, and fluid. pisces risings emit a soothing, nurturing energy that feels ethereal and adaptable, blending the gentle nature of a manatee, the flexibility of a chameleon, and the calming essence of a jellyfish. their presence creates a peaceful and intuitive atmosphere, making others feel at ease and inviting them into their compassionate and imaginative world.

[traffys-heart]

One Piece Men + Masochist! Reader | NSFW

So I got some huge inspiration from real life events for this one, and I thought it would make some interesting character works. I hope you guys enjoy it and I’ll probably make a partner post to this one with a Sadist! Reader if you guys are interested in that as well <3

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Eustass Kid, Killer, Trafalgar D. Law

CW: AFAB! Reader, Cervix fucking, Cannon Typical Sanji smh, Choking, Spanking, Deep throating, Gagging, Double penetration, Whipping, Power dynamics, Virgin! Loser! Law, Degration

CW Nicknames: Referred to as a woman in Sanji’s, Babe in Ace’s, Lady in Kid’s

Monkey D. Luffy

I think you would definitely have to tell Luffy that you’re a masochist rather than him finding out. Even if there was an instance of stumbling upon your kink mid fuck, I doubt he would take the inititive to start hurting you. Luffy cares a lot about the people in his life, he wants nothing more than to please and receive pleasure, so I think causing you pain on purpose would be something you would have to verbally communicate with him.

When he does finally understand, he would probably be a bit skeptical, but he’s not going to pass up on any opportunity to make you feel better. Due to the diversity of his devil fruit there are plenty of ways of fulfilling your masochistic needs. Some of your favorite activities together range from him expanding his dick in you, forcing his fat tip to bully your cervix and cause your legs to shake. To coiling his arms around your neck and tugging so snuggly until your vision almost goes a little blurry.

Roronoa Zoro

I think you two stumble upon your masochism together naturally. Zoro is a very rough man already, so there was no doubt you were getting manhandled in bed before either of you were conscious about getting kinky. That is also to say he’s incredibly observant. He knows when your breath hitches, he notices how your pussy flutters on his thigh when you palm his thick cock, and he’s observed how leaky she gets whenever one of his calloused hands comes down on your ass.

He loves the sight of your cheeks bouncing off one another after he’s left his handprint on one of them. He loves it even more when he spreads you open and runs his fingers through your ruined cunt that is screaming for something to fill it. He has a smug grin on his face above you, one that says he has something over you now because he’s unlocked this little secret. But as long as the swordsman keeps you over his lap and bruises on your hip, you’re still winning.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji can’t wrap his head around you asking him to hurt you on purpose. Don’t you know that’s his whole thing? He has a very long moral dilemma when trying to figure out what to do when you confront him about your interests. On one hand, he would do anything to please you, even if that meant cutting off both his legs and throwing himself off the Sunny. On the other hand, he told himself he would never hurt a woman in his life, what would Zeff think? In the end, it’s a secret third hand, the one that is currently unbuckling his belt that tells him, he doesn’t have to directly hit you.

Your lashes bat up at the blond, cheekily, almost as to tempt him into petting your head gently while you play with his sensitive balls. You take another inch of him down your throat, feeling the length make room in the compression of your windpipe. You’ve never taken his entire cock between your lips before, he’s always been far too worried that you would strain yourself. Deciding you want to go all the way, you boldly swallow another two inches until dark curls tickle your nose. A sore throat has never felt so good.

Portgas D. Ace

Sex with Ace is nothing if not spontaneous. Both of you are young and run around with high libidos so it doesn’t come with much a surprise that you’ve fucked in some less than compromising locations. One of the most common ones being, the Moby Dick. Unfortunately with hundreds of crewmates it’s hard to come across privacy and neither of you tend to stall your activities for their sake. On a particular evening where Ace has your nurse’s uniform hiked up and his fingers stuffed in your pussy, you both make a discovery.

“Shh I think I hear Marco coming” You scold Ace for being loud, even though you’re the one getting fingered (??) “Well he’s not the only one” you didn’t have time to comprehend your boyfriend’s retort before he was switching hands to better the position and stuffing his slick coated digits down your throat. His other hand went straight back to fucking your cunt, this time rubbing tight circles around your clit. You don’t know whether it was the extra stimulation to your clit, or the fingers that you were gagged around, but you came quicker than ever from his ministrations.

“Woah babe, didn’t know you liked getting stuffed in both ends!”

Sabo

My love, my life, Sabo. I think he is another pleaser, similar to Sanji, however without any moral baggage. He would make you a dungeon if you asked him. When you bring you your preferences, he’s immediately excited to try something new with you. I already imagine the two of you as an experimental couple kink wise, so both of you are really open. I think he would be the most invested in the experience out of all the guys here too. He’s purchased blindfolds, riding crops, gags, cuffs, anything he thought would make the night more special.

The riding crop definitely does something to the two of you. He’s already a strong guy, spanking has been on the table between the two of you, and yet there is something erotic about watching your body writhe as he abuses your skin underneath the leather. Perhaps it's the position of power it insinuates when he holds the toy, fully clothed, against your naked figure. Maybe it’s how cute your cunt looks when he commands you to lift and spread your legs, sliding the keeper through your puffy lips. I could go on. You two are freakay.

Eustass Kid

The Kid Pirates probably have the foulest mouths you’ve ever heard. So it’s fitting that their captain is the worst. Between the slew of curse words and his Scottish brogue, the common person probably has no idea what he’s even saying half the time. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for you, he would never call his lady something demeaning. In fact, you notice he even swears less around you and encourages others to do the same. Maybe in the beginning you thought it was endearing, but now it just pisses you off. When you finally confront him, you have some of probably the hottest mid argument sex ever.

“Ah thought ye wanted a gentleman!” Kid was stumped, what was wrong with him calling you sweet things? “No, it’s not that. I just feel like you’re too nice with me” you try to get your point across as smoothly as possible without offending him. “Ohh ah git it. Sae ye wouldn’t mynd me cawin ye a hoor? Or a slut? Or a fuck doll?” You’re practically stunned in your tracks. Before your mind can catch up with your clit, you're on your knees and in front of your captain in no time.

“If ye lik’ they names, ah git yin fur ye, ye kin scream a’ nicht.”

Killer

You’ve always adored the caring cook on the Kid Pirates, and yet recently there was something that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from. Over the two years the crew had spent training in the New World, he had grown incredibly built. It didn’t help that he only wore the tightest of shirts if he wore one at all during training. How were you supposed to tell your boyfriend you wanted him to fuck you raw like a fleshlight? You ended up sitting him down for the short conversation before dinner.

Killer was incredibly receptive to your request of being folded in half and speared on his fat cock. However, more than that, you wanted him to display the full extent of his muscles on you. You wanted his beefy arms wrapped around your neck until you were tapping his biceps for breath and his knees digging into your thighs until bruises bloom onto your skin. Killer especially likes the part where he gets to pound your sweet cunt and watch you tighten on his dick when he pinches your sensitive nipples.

“Doesn’t this hail masochism thing involve a blindfold? Cause ah think we skipped dinner ‘n’ ah gotta eat.”

Trafalgar D. Law

When you tell Law you’re a masochist, he definitely thinks he knows what's going on. He’s watched enough porn to understand you want him to spank you, pull your hair, maybe wear some sexy lingerie if he’s lucky enough. Before you can even list anything you’re actually into, he’s thinking about all the hot scenarios that are now open to the both of you. Your actual request for the evening has him wondering if maybe just maybe he’s not the weird one in the relationship.

Law is on his knees like usual, lapping at your pussy and holding your thighs open to make sure you don’t get sideburn-burn (ha). However the only difference is that in his right hand he holds your heart, surgically removed from your rib cage using his devil fruit. He remembers when his own heart was tortured by Vergo and honestly doesn’t understand how this could get someone to cum, but if ever wants you in that pink poison costume he thinks it’s better to shut up.

He only starts out with gentle squeezes at first, they match his hesitant kitten licks to the entrance of your cunt. You smell really good and you’re just so pretty, does he have to torture you? By the time his tongue is flicking your clit incessantly, he becomes bold with a harsh squeeze on your heart, and feels a warm gush on his face. Paired with the high pitch squeals you can’t seem to stop letting out, Law decides he is totally getting that cosplay.

[zorosgirlfriend]

Monkey D. Luffy ~ !! Invisible Blanket Game!

context: It’s cold, and you’re shivering. Luffy wraps his arms around you like a blanket and declares, “I’m your warmth now!” He refuses to let go—even when you try to move, giggling.

warnings: none but it's so fluffy you might get cavities.

masterlist and rules || have fun reading!

It was freezing on the Sunny—well, freezing by your standards.

The sea breeze had a sharp bite, and even layered up in a thick sweater and fuzzy socks.

You were still visibly shivering as you curled up on a deck chair, legs tucked underneath you like a shivering dumpling.

Luffy noticed immediately.

He’d been leaning lazily over the railing, staring at the sea with his usual dreamy grin, when his eyes caught the way your shoulders trembled.

“Hey! You cold?” he called out, perking up.

You glanced over and gave a little shrug. “Kinda. But I’ll be okay—”

Before you could finish, Luffy launched himself across the deck like a human blanket missile.

He dropped behind you, arms instantly wrapping around your torso like he was staking a claim.

“LUFFY?!” you yelped.

“I’m your warmth now!” he declared proudly, chin resting on your shoulder as his arms clung snugly around your middle. “Blanket power… activate!”

Your eyes widened. “That’s not how blankets work!”

“It is if it’s the Invisible Blanket Game!” he chirped, tightening his grip. “Rule one: once I wrap around you, you can’t move unless I say so!"

You squirmed a little, trying to sit upright, but he stuck to you like glue. “Luffy, I need to—my tea’s right there—!”

“I gotcha.” His arm stretched absurdly across the deck, fingers curling around the handle of your mug like it was no big deal. He reeled it in and held it delicately to your lips. “Say ahh.”

You burst into laughter, nearly snorting your tea. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you’re warm now, right?” he said smugly, snuggling even closer. His cheek squished against your own, soft and warm.

“…Yeah,” you mumbled, cheeks warming in spite of yourself. “You’re like a heater.”

He grinned. “See? I told you—I’m the best blanket.”

You slowly relaxed in his embrace, the rise and fall of his chest soothing, the heat of his body seeping into your chilled bones.

Every so often, he’d nuzzle your ear or press the tip of his nose against your cheek, just to make you squeak and giggle again.

He lived for it.

“Okay,” you admitted, head tipping back slightly to rest against him, “this is actually nice.”

Luffy beamed. “Told ya. Blanket Luffy never fails.”

After a while, your arms moved to rest gently over his. “I should probably go inside, though… get under an actual blanket.”

“NOPE.” His hold tightened like a clingy koala. “Blanket rule two: no escaping. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Luffy!”

“Shhhh,” he hushed, gently rocking you side to side like a boat. “You’re warm, I’m warm. It’s perfect. Blanket and human become one.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were laughing. “You’re gonna fall asleep on me.”

“Good,” he said dreamily. “Then you really can’t move."

You let out a soft sigh, amused and completely resigned to your fate.

His breath tickled your neck, his heartbeat steady against your back.

You could feel him starting to get drowsy, his grip loosening just a little, his voice slurring at the edges.

And honestly?

You didn’t want to move anyway.

So you stayed there, wrapped up in the silliest, warmest embrace on the sea, while the cold wind howled around the ship and Luffy—your living heater and self-declared best blanket—snored gently against your shoulder.

And for a moment, everything was perfect.

[miifu666]

Dad! Wukong and his family doodles ♡

Proud baba Wukong holding his wife and kiddooo, during her postpartum care Wukong would NEVER let Suklha step foot. He will always carry her with him, in case she even tried to, theres some monkey cubs ready to alert him.

My Wukong is short but he'll shapeshift to better accomodate his family

Checking up on momma, Chime might be a small baby being born below the average weight but her grip and latch is POWERFUL. Breastfeeding hasn't been a kind and beautiful process for Suklha, she actively flinched each time Chime is near her chest.

One time, Wukong tried to rip a latching Chime from Suklha and she clawed at him. It left a mark even after its healed lmao

When Baby Chime was born, Wukong bawled his eyes out. It was so bad he created a lake, literally. The lake was named "The heavenly lake" and was thought to be sacred, he occasionally bring Chime and Suklha there to picnic

Wukong is so used to handling Chime and let Suklha have her postpartum care. The moment she showed interest to something else, he turns dramatic lmao

The face you make when you found out your dad is the reason breastmilk is running out

I was digging through my canvases because rain wanted a ref of baby chime and found three old doodles lmao, the second one was new huehue

Taglist : @phoenixeclipse-lmkau @skymoral @tuskstudioart @whatisev04 @forge-the-idiot @masterqueso @monkieshad0w @lilchickie @mehiwilldoitlater @missrosiesworld @sleepingdramaqueen @epochal-oracle

[lululocomo]

Forgotten Wukong Au: A summary

The past:

Wukong’s Journey with the pilgrims had come to an end. And to get finally freed from the cursed circlet, he had to imprison his old friends, the brotherhoods, inside the scroll of memories. Now finally free and tired, he hurried toward Flower Fruit Mountain, his home. He had to get there as soon as possible, and explain himself in much more detail to Macaque, especially after their fight they had during the journey. He almost killed his precious friend, if he didn’t manage to redirect his strike at the last second, Mihou would no longer be among the living. 

When he was almost there, some Celestial warriors ambushed him and attacked him. When Wukong was about to win, the Jade Emperor himself appeared and attacked him, making Monkey King lose his grip of his staff which landed on top of a nearby mountain. The Emperor immediately attacked him again, sending Wukong flying into the mountain where his staff was. Upon impact, a part of the mountain collapses revealing a hidden cave, filled with artifacts ready to imprison the monkey. As soon as Sun Wukong was inside this cave surrounded by those artifacts, the Jade Emperor activated them and connected them to the magical staff sitting atop the mountain, sealing the Monkey King and trapping him with his own weapon. Wukong was now trapped again, unable to free himself with the seal draining his magic and using it to function. The celestials warriors proceed to put a powerful magical barrier around the entirety of the cave so no one could hear or know of the presence of Wukong there. 

The Jade Emperor then spread the news the Monkey King passed away for unknown reason, and that his staff is cursed, so power barrier was created around it to prevent people from getting to it. After some years, the Demon Bull king decided to attack heaven to demand answers about Sun Wukong's death, but was trapped inside a magical urn.  

Time continued to go on, and slowly, people started to forget about the Monkey King, until he became just a myth, a story. Macaque was the only one who continued to look for him. 

Masterpost

[rosedosed]

Monkey D Luffy is incredible cause the second you’re prepared to suspend your disbelief at his cartoony antics in this cartoony world it’s revealed that he’s also a total freak cartoon in-universe. You’re reading this fun goofy manga with its fun goofy art style in which almost every choice is made with the intent to make the author laugh only to realize that the fun goofy people are horrified of his Bugs Bunny Ass. Their best friend is a talking bear their wife has 7 eyes and is shaped like a trombone and STILL they’re constantly doing double takes whenever this Normal Looking Teenager does ANYTHING because he’s so fucking weird. Then after a while when they’re all used to it cause he’s Fun and Funny and they’ve got other things to worry about considering they live in a dystopia where the worst people are casually 16 feet tall he goes “heehoo would you look at the fucking time” and activates one of his Monkey D Goofy™️ Fighting Modes, takes his eyeballs out Funny Style and beats a man to death. And then the people AND the audience have to get over their horror all over again cause this honk shoo mimimi looney tunes motherfucker just declared he’s gonna overthrow the gvt and considering he’s just EXPLODED an entire island with the power of teehee hehehe hoohoo you’re starting to think that he Really Just Might ISN’T HE THE BEST!!!

[artepti]

Is the one who asked about MK joining the torment

How would Chief and LBD treat their little champion?

How would he have met the monkeys?

Who was the most active parent and who the msot absent?~

Pfhaha- alright, I gotchu, but be warned, my ideas get crueler the more you ask. >:]

Trigger Warning for (implied?) Torture

Of course they make sure neither Wukong nor Macaque would be close, not wanting to risk anything. In truth, any genuine nurturing or parenting would come from Mac and The King. LBD would see such tasks as beneath her, and the Mayor, with his disdain for simians (MK included), would want little to do with him—after all, MK was Wukong and Macaque’s son.

There are many ways to approach how MK would have met the other two, but my love for angst simply pushes me towards the more disturbing route. :]

LBD quickly realized that if Wukong and Macaque had a child, they could create an immensely powerful being—perfect for her plans.

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The Wolf's Bride: Chapter 5

Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Targaryen-coded Princess Reader

Words: 2482

Synopsis: You hold court for the first time

Warnings: Forced marriage, allusion to infant loss, Reader activates Boss Bitch Mode

The first two weeks of your marriage passed in a haze. Not dreamlike, but suspended, like smoke caught in a glass.

Noxus was a land of iron and stone, its strongholds towering over the cities below, its blood-red banners whipping in the wind like warning signs. You had grown up in a world of delicate silks and the scent of citrus groves. Here, everything was fire and steel, the people louder, the pace faster, and the rules unwritten but enforced with brutal precision.

You quickly learned that standing tall was not optional. That apologies were rarely spoken. That to flinch in front of others, even slightly, was to invite challenge. You also learned that the women of Noxus were just as fierce as their male counterparts. Many carried blades, and none bowed unless they chose to.

You didn’t know how to belong here. But you were learning how to survive.

Your rooms were spacious enough, warmed with hearths that hissed through the night. Siya was your lifeline, helping you dress, braiding and pinning your hair, filling you in on the names of the most powerful generals and nobles at court that she was already learning about. Every morning, you walked the echoing hallways of the inner citadel, your back straight, your face carefully arranged in something unreadable.

Every night, Ambessa came to you.

Sometimes late, smelling of leather and iron. Sometimes quiet, her voice low and amused as she unbuckled her armour and asked what her new wife had done with the day. Most of the time, you played the game – talking to her mindlessly about the walks you had taken, the books you were reading, the Noxian history you had learnt about, and she sat and listened with an amused smirk on her face as she drank wine on your chaise. As if her favourite pet was performing tricks for her amusement. Her own little dancing monkey.

There were nights when you didn’t want to speak, when you tucked yourself up in bed with your book, barely holding yourself together. And yet Ambessa came anyway, asserting her claim over you and your space even when you didn’t speak to each other.

She asserted her claim through pleasure as well. Every night, when she came to your rooms, you knew she wasn’t leaving until morning. Sometimes she was tender, taking her time with you, exploring your body and learning your reactions. Sometimes she was rough, holding you down with a hand on your throat, fucking your pussy with her fingers or her strap. Hard and fast; slow and tender; fast but tender; slow and hard. She did it all, masterfully providing your body with every imaginable pleasure before seeking her own with her hand. You had yet to provide her pleasure directly; she seemed content just playing with your body.

She was never openly affectionate. But she always found ways to touch you in some way – a hand on your back when you walked through corridors together, a thumb brushing your hand as she passed you a glass of wine, long fingers grazing your hip as you stood close at the War Room table when she made you attend meetings with her. At first, it made you tense. Then not as much.

Ambessa didn’t expect softness back from you, but she noticed when you gave it.

There was a moment a week into your strange marriage, when you had gone to the drinks cabinet in the War Room whilst Ambessa was speaking and returned with two glasses – one for you, one for her. You hadn’t intended for it to mean anything. A habit from your old life, making sure people had full glasses as an act of courtesy. But Ambessa had paused mid-sentence when addressing her commanders, hungry and astonished eyes watching your hand gracefully place a glass in front of her as you sipped your own.

No words were exchanged – you hadn’t even recognised what you’d done – but something shifted then. A new wire pulled taut between you. She devoured you extra thoroughly that night, though you hadn’t understood why.

You couldn’t say you relaxed in those first two weeks. But you began to understand your role: as a political symbol, as a partner in name.

You were not a prisoner.

But you were not free either.

It was the sixteenth morning that changed things.

You had woken a little later. Ambessa had been particularly rigorous the night before, bringing you to climax twice with her mouth, twice more with her fingers, then another three times with her strap. You didn’t even remember much after she first slid her strap into your leaking cunt.

Siya had already helped you dress in a dark red velvet gown embroidered in black thread. It had been chosen carefully, as all your attire was now. Nothing that made you look too soft. Nothing that made you look like you were still Valyrian.

You were halfway through your later-than-usual morning tea when the door to your chambers opened with only a courtesy knock. The soldier who entered bowed.

“Your Grace,” he said, using the title with a careful formality. “The General requests your presence in the War Room.”

That was strange. Ambessa had never summoned you before. If she’d wanted you in the War Room, as ‘training and education as Queen of Noxus’, then she always woke you with her and you walked there together.

Nonetheless, you quickly finished your tea, and followed, stepping into the corridor that led to Ambessa.

When you entered, the atmosphere struck you like a wall. There was tension in the air, thick and urgent. Ambessa stood over the massive map on the table, Rictus and several of her captains standing around. Her armour was half-done, a leather strap slung loose over her chest. Her brow was furrowed, eyes dark with focus. She turned at your arrival.

“Leave us,” she said to the captains without looking.

They obeyed instantly.

You approached slowly, cautiously, afraid of what was to come. “You asked for me?”

Ambessa nodded. “We received word this morning of a movement near Kilgrove. I’m needed, possibly on route within the hour.”

You straightened, relieved it wasn’t anything to do with your former home, but unsure why you’d been called. “Of course. I hope it’s nothing too serious.”

She scoffed. “It won’t be soon.”

You nodded somewhat awkwardly. You had a thought. “What about court?” you asked, looking between her and Rictus. “Last night, you said you had a busy day ahead of you. Delegations from Piltover, Ionia, Bilgewater…And several merchant guilds have grievances to present to you.”

She scoffed, gesturing to the map in front of her. “There are more pressing matters at hand than squabbles over trade prices.”

You shook your head slowly. “You cannot afford to let court think Noxus lacks stability. If you disappear, all people will see is an empty seat.”

“So, what do you suggest the General do, Your Grace? Split herself in half?” Rictus demanded, almost sneering your title.

“I could do it,” you suggested, pouring yourself a cup of wine from the jug on the table.

Both of them looked at you; Ambessa in surprise at your offer, Rictus in scepticism.

“You could ‘do’ what, child?” Ambessa asked, eyebrow raised.

“Hold court, address your subjects’ issues. I did it plenty of times when my father was indisposed.” You took a drink of the wine, paused, then took another. Licking your lips, you let out a satisfied, “Ooh, that's dangerous. Where is this from?”

“Dangerous?” Rictus repeated.

You finished the glass, not pouring another. “That's absolutely delicious, and far too strong; I can easily see myself drinking too much of that,” you chuckled. “But as I was saying: if you can't hold court because of this urgent matter, I'm more than happy to.”

Ambessa paused, considering it. “Noxus court won't be like your father’s,” she warned. “They will challenge you.”

“You think Valyrian courtiers were never challenging? I’m very adept at handling difficult people. Look who I'm married to,” you joked, the wine already loosening your lips.

“How often did you hold court for your father?” she inquired, leaning forward, brow furrowed.

You laughed coldly, knowing why she was asking: how capable was your father, how trustworthy? And given how he sold you to this woman to save his and your mother’s skin, you weren’t inclined to be favourable to him. “Well, let's just say: I hope you've got a second steward on hand back home. Father could be unreliable at times, especially if my mother was in a delicate condition. Which, the poor woman, was more often than not. I think I first held court at...” You pondered, “Thirteen?”

They were both astounded.

Ambessa lifted her head. “How often was your mother ‘in a delicate condition’? You’re an only child.”

“I am.”

If it were possible, you would say her face softened.

Needing to move on from that topic, you tapped the table anxiously. “So, it's settled. Shall I go to court now?”

“Good morning, everyone,” you called clearly as you strode confidently up the middle of the room towards the dais Ambessa’s seat stood on. The warlords, courtiers, and merchants in the room gradually stopped speaking amongst each other when they saw how you marched through the crowd, head held high. “Please forgive the late start: the General has been called away on an urgent matter. As such, she has given me full authority to hold court until she returns and resolve any and all issues.”

You reached the large stone seat, sitting down with authority. You looked around the room; everyone was either confused, irritable, or outright offended.

You ignored them.

Turning your head to the guard standing nearest to the throne, you asked, “Who’s first?”

“Farmer Rarvox: an inheritance complaint.”

You nodded, looking for the man to step forward. He did so, not looking entirely happy.

You ignored it. “Rarvox, how can I assist you?”

“I need my son back from war. He needs to inherit the farm.”

You nodded understandingly. “Is he your only child?”

He flustered. “Well, no. We’ve got a daughter.”

“Is she of age, is she well? Could she manage the farm in her brother’s place, should the worst happen?”

“A farm needs a son,” he tried to argue.

You resisted rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m incorrect, but Noxian law gives daughters equal rights of inheritance as sons, yes?”

“Yes,” he grumbled.

“So, why are you coming to me with this complaint? You have a daughter who can inherit.”

“But-”

You lifted your chin. “Would you make the same argument to General Medarda? That a woman cannot do the work of a man?”

He paled. “No.”

“So why do you think to make it to me?” you challenged coldly.

He didn’t answer.

“Your son serves his term in the military; your daughter can inherit the farm should he not return. Good day.”

Rarvox grumbled the whole way out, obviously cursing you under his breath.

You ignored it.

“Next, please.”

“Merchant Didras: trade concerns.” The guard handed you a small stack of papers filled with figures and tables.

The merchant stepped forward before you could address him. “Am I really supposed to bring this to you?” he demanded angrily.

You smiled. A challenge. One you knew you could handle. One you wanted to handle. “Good morning, Merchant Didras of the Noxian Guild,” you greeted pointedly, ignoring his attitude as you flicked through the papers. “I’ve heard of you.”

“Good morning, Your Grace,” he mocked with a fake bow.

“What is your dispute?”

He scoffed. “Will you understand it if I explain it to you?”

You smiled again. “I think I can handle trade talk.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Do you know what a trade route is? Supply and demand? The difference between profit and margin?”

You continued leafing through the figures in your hands. “Profit is the final amount remaining after all expenses are deducted from revenue. Margin is a percentage that indicates how much coin is retained as profit. Essentially, margin is a ratio or percentage that depicts profit.” You looked up. “So, yes, I understand the difference. Now what is your query?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “It concerns the shortage of Valyrian goods entering Noxus proper. As you know, since the annexation of your former land, many merchant routes have been disrupted. Supply chains are fractured, warehouses seized by Noxian forces.”

“Yes, I can imagine that being invaded would unsettle Valyrian supply chains a little.” You didn’t blink. “I am aware of these issues,” you said. “It could easily have been predicted the moment Valyria fell, that their exports would be disrupted for a time.”

“That may be true,” he allowed, “but this disruption undermines trust in trade stability.”

“So, what are you asking for? For Valyria to magically produce goods it may not have anymore? Or are you just here to complain about the inconveniences brought upon you by my ancestral home’s invasion?”

He stood up straighter. “Trade needs to be restored. Goods need to be restored!”

“And they will be,” you assured him. “Former Valyria is under Noxian control and will continue to provide goods and services. The supply will resume-”

“When?!”

“-In time,” you finished with a stern glare at the interruption. You just knew he would never dream of interrupting Ambessa. “Perhaps when all the bodies are cremated, and they’ve found new merchants to replace the ones they lost. In the meantime, the people will just need to purchase goods from other trade partners – at fair prices – until Valyrian goods become available again. Only a fool would not expect change or disruption in the midst of post-conquest restructuring. Valyrian goods are still in demand, despite the disruption. You will wait for them or find new partners.”

Didras flushed a shade deeper. “You speak with surprising certainty, Your Grace. One might think you had...Experience.”

You gave him a sweet smile. “I do, thank you for noticing. I oversaw the creation of multiple trade routes in Valyria before the annexation; Demacia, Ionia, Freljord…I negotiated a very profitable grain trade with Shurima a few years ago, even when our coffers were strained after an absolutely horrific drought. And I also know that your Noxian Guild once undercut Valyrian spice traders by using back routes with Targon.”

You paused, letting that hang in the air, enjoying watching him squirm.

“I’m familiar with your methods, Didras. And I’m not impressed.”

The room was silent, people shuffling in admiration: the little queen had teeth.

“I will speak to Valyrian merchants about how Noxus can aid a quicker return of goods to the market.”

He gave a stiff bow, jaw clenched. When he straightened up, he held his hand out for his papers back.

You held them close to you. “Oh no, Didras. You wanted my attention; now you have it. Good day.”

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[greenwitchcrafts]

June 2025 Witch Guide

New Moon: June 25th

First Quarter: June 2nd

Full moon: June 11th

Last Quarter: June 18th

Sabbats: June 24th

June Lovers' Moon

Also known as: Aerra Litha, Brachmanoth, Dyan Moon, Flowering Moon(Ojibwe), Honey Moon, Meade Moon, Moon of Horses, Rose Moon & Strawberry Moon(Ojibwe & Oneida )

Element: Earth

Zodiac: Gemini & Cancer

Nature spirts: Sylphs & Zephyrs

Deities: Aine of Knockaine, Bendis, Cerridwen, Green Man, Ishtar, Isis, Neith & Persephone

Animals: Butterfly, frog, monkey & toad

Birds: Peacock & wren

Trees:  Maple & Oak

Herbs: Dog grass, meadowsweet, mosses, mugwort, parsley, skullcap & vervain

Colors: Gold, gold-green, orange, purple, red & yellow

Flowers: Lavender, orchid, tansy & yarrow

Scents: Lavender & lily of the valley

Stones:  Agate, alexandrite, cat's eye, chrysoberyl, emerald, fluorite, garnet, moonstone, ruby & topaz

Issues, intentions & powers:  Abundance, love, marriage, prosperity & relationships

Energy: Balance, change of residence, communication, decision making, education, family relations, full/restful energy, positive transformation, prevention, protection, public relationships, responsibility, strengthening, tides turning, travel & writing

 

Litha

Known as: Alban Heruin, Midsummer Gathering Day, & Summer Solstice

Season: Summer

Element: Fire

Symbols: Bonfire, besom, cauldron, faeries, God's eys, rosettes seashells, solar cross/sun wheel, spirals, sun symbols. & wands

Colors: Blue, gold, green, orange, red, tan, white & yellow

Oils/Incense: Cinnamon, frankincense, heliotrope, lavender, lemon, lily of the valley, musk, myrrh, orange, peppermint, pine, rose, saffron, sandalwood, spearmint & wisteria

Animals: Bee, bull, butterfly, cow crab, horse & octopus

Birds: Goldfinch, hawk, kingfisher, meadowlark, owl, robin, swallow & wren

Stones: Agate, alexandrite, aventurine,carnelian, cat's eye,citrine, diamond, emerald, fluorite, jade, lapis lazuli, moonstone, pearl, peridot, tiger's eye & topaz

Mythical: Faeries

Food: Ale, berries, bread, cheese, cinnamon foods, edible flowers, garden foods(fresh), grapes, honey, lemons, mead, milk, oranges, peaches, pears, pine nuts, pumpernickel bread, spinach, summer squash, sunflower seeds, sun-dried tomatoes & wine

Herbs/Plants: Anise, basil, betony, cinquefoil, copal, fennel, fern, frankincense, galangal, heliotrope, hemp, holly, ivy, larkspur, lemon, lemon balm, mistletoe, mugwort, mullein, nettle, rosemary, rue, saffron, St John's wort, thyme, verbena, vervain & ylang-ylang

Flowers:  Carnation, chamomile, daisy, foxglove, heather, honeysuckle, lavender, lily, marigold, meadowsweet, orchid, rose, wisteria & yarrow

Trees: Beech, elder, hazel, laurel, linden , oak & rowan

Goddesses: Aestas, Aine, Ameratasu, Amaunet, Anahita, Anuket, Aphrodite, Arani, Artemis, Astarte, Athena, Aurora, Bast, Bona Dea, Brighid, Cerridwen, Dag, Dana, Eiru, Eos, Epona, Fenne, Frigga, Gaia, Grania, Gwydion, Hathor, Hera, Hestia, Iarila, Inanna, Ishtar, Juno, Kupala, Mabd, Phoebe, Rhiannon, Saule,  Sekhmet, Solntse, Sul, Sunna, Vesta & Yemaya

Gods: Agni, Amun-ra, Apollo, Baal, Balder, Belinos, Bochina, The Dagda, Donnus, El, The Greenman, Hadad, Helios, Hodur, Hu, Huitzilopochtli, Huon, Hyperion, Janus, Jupiter, Kupalo, Lleu, Loki, Lugh, Marduk, Maui, Mithras, Oak King, Odin, , Ogmios, Orunjan, Perun, Prometheus, Ra, Shamash, Sol, Surya, Taranis Thor, Thunar, Vishnu, Woden, Xiuhtecuti & Zeus

Tarot cards: The Empress, The Emperor, The Sun & Strength

Spellwork:  Abundance, empowerment, energy, green magic, faeries, fertility, fire magic, growth, love & motherhood

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Agriculture, changes, divination, endings, fertility, life, light, manifestation, power, purpose, strength, success & unity

Activities:

•Charge and cleanse your crystals in the solstice sun

• Make Sun water

• Create crafts with natural elements such as flowers

• Burn a paper with things that no longer serve you or that you are trying to let go

•  Invite friends & family over for a bonfire and/or feast

• Gather & dry herbs(and flowers) for the upcoming year

• Clean, decorate & cleanse your altar with summer symbols

• Brew some sun tea

• Circle dancing

• Take a ritual bath/shower with flowers

• Make your own sun dial

• Craft a door wreath out of flowers & herbs

• Enjoy some sunrise/sunset yoga or stretching

• Volunteer at a food kitchen or animal shelter

• Plant trees (especially ones that may provide fruit or berries to feed the wildlife)

• Watch the sunset & say a blessing to nature

• Make flower infused anointing/spell oils

• Eat fresh fruits & berries

• Participate in a handfasting or weddings

• Create shadow art

The history of Litha reveals its deep connections to ancient agricultural societies & their reliance on the sun’s power. Celebrated as part of the Wheel of the Year, Litha symbolizes the balance between light & darkness. Throughout history  customs such as bonfires, herb gathering & the construction of sunwheels have marked this festival. Today, Litha continues to be celebrated by various communities, with gatherings at sacred sites & private rituals in natural settings. It serves as a reminder of our connection with nature and the cycles of life.

• The traditions of Litha appear to be borrowed from many cultures. Most ancient cultures celebrated the summer solstice in some way such as the Celts celebrated Litha with hilltop bonfires & dancing. Many people attempted to jump over or through the bonfires for good luck. Other European traditions included setting large wheels on fire & rolling them down a hill into a body of water.

Litha is often associated with Midsummer, a celebration that extends beyond the pagan & Wiccan traditions. Midsummer festivities are observed in many cultures around the world, including Scandinavian countries where it holds a prominent place in their cultural heritage. Midsummer dances, bonfires, & feasts are integral parts of these celebrations, often accompanied by folklore & traditional rituals that honor the sun’s energy & the abundance of nature during this time.

• In the Northern Hemisphere the Summer Solstice occurs when the Sun reaches its highest and northernmost points in the sky. It marks the start of summer in the northern half of the globe. (In contrast, the June solstice in the Southern Hemisphere is when the Sun is at its lowest point in the sky, marking the start of winter.)

Related festivals:

• Vestalia: June 7th -15th-

Was a Roman religious festival in honor of Vesta, the goddess of the hearth & the burning continuation of the sacred fire of Rome. It was held from 7–15 June & was reserved as a women’s-only event. Domestic & family life in general were represented by the festival of the goddess of the house & of the spirits of the storechamber — Vesta & the Penates .

On the first day of festivities the penus Vestae (sanctum sanctorum of the temple of Vesta which was usually curtained off) was opened for the only time during the year, at which women offered sacrifices. As long as the curtain remained open, mothers could come, barefoot and disheveled, to leave offerings to the goddess in exchange for a blessing to them & their family.

For the last day, the penus Vestae was solemnly closed, the Flaminica Dialis observed mourning & the temple was subjected to a purification called stercoratio: the filth was swept from the temple & carried next by the route called clivus Capitolinus & then into the Tiber.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Wikipedia

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Llewellyn 2025 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

aianta.org/native-american-moon-names

Llewellyn's Sabbat Essentials: Midsummer

[elodieunderglass]

🐝 - character with their daemon (or animal familiar.)

Ken! (he's still not left my house)

(considered asking for Fancy Outfit but I dunno that he does those. though I am now entertaining myself considering all the stupid pun possibilities offered by Bonnie Prince Charlie jackets. or would he perhaps wear a haori with his kilt... maybe *I* need to draw this. I am very slightly more practiced at drawing clothes than everything else)

(OC Character Drawing ask meme 🐝 - character with their daemon / Dr Kenji James MacKenzie, who lives on a narrowboat and therefore is probably using your shower)

oh NO! sorry he's still in your house.

So, facts about Ken: field geologist, possibly with the British Geological Survey; lives on a narrowboat on the Kennet and Avon; vegan, but can't really cook, so is mostly foraging mildly upon cold tins of baked beans; Japanese and Scottish heritage, raised somewhere in the Highlands-and-Islands; likes diesel engines, conservation-themed t-shirts, and ducks; reliable navigator who cannot handle London, and is alarmed when mountaineering in Japan because there are just too many trees; always has Kendal Mint Cake and is almost always in a kilt; cycles everywhere, even though he suffers in the heat; so profoundly Bristol-coded that you could probably stand in Stokes Croft and manifest him out of thin air, coming out of Cafe Kino. Hobbies include serious hiking - the kind that's kind of unpleasant, and that's sort of the point; music (sea shanty choir); living on a boat is a lifestyle/hobby in itself; and he loves collecting badges for Accomplishments. He bags munros on purpose (and may have bagged them all by now) and wants to do the Camino de Santiago and Kumano Kodō. A great and loving friend, perfect outdoor-activity companion, and probably does sci-comm for kids in his spare time.

with all that in mind, I don't know why the HELL his daemon is a binturong. A massive, lazy, tree-dwelling, slow-moving, inconveniently heavy omnivore, with a prehensile tail, nocturnal and solitary, that dislikes coming down from trees. Binturongs smell of popcorn, and when they walk - which is rarely - they waddle slowly and majestically, like dignified bears. They live in the rainforests of southeast Asia.

WHY DOES KEN HAVE A BINTURONG?? it makes no sense. Much smarter, more portable, more SENSIBLE daemons would be things like a squirrel or a cat (maybe a scottish wildcat?!) or a duck, that would fit in a narrowboat comfortably, and could be popped in a pack and hauled around the British Isles. Or a Shetland pony or a red stag, or something powerful and rugged that could hike for itself. But no. Nope, we ran all the tests, and Ken's soul just keeps coming back as Grumpy Bear-Cat With a Monkey Tail.

What the hell.

Here they are cleaned up for someone else's wedding.

Thank you so much for this. I strongly recommend trying to draw him for yourself because

a) I was smiling the whole time I drew this, literally continuously grinning with glee, and now my cheeks hurt

b) fusing those fashions would be bonkers good fun.