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Shibuya Scramble Figure Anya & Bond Forger [Spy × Family Code: White] 1/7 scale from TOHO Animation coming April 2025.
#Shibuya Scramble Figure#Anya Forger#Bond Forger#Spy × Family Code: White#1/7 scale#TOHO Animation#eStream#Spy x Family Code: White#Spy Family Code: White#Gekijouban Spy × Family Code: White#Spy Family#Spy x Family#SxF#Spyfamily#Spyfam#Spyxfamily#Animal Companion#Dog#Non Human#Two Characters#Winter Clothes#Scenic Base#Snow#Snowman#Anime Figures
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Yearning
There is an actual story btw, I’ll share it sometime..
#dca fandom#punk!eclipse#dca x y/n#based on that one guy on Instagram#the one who makes cool scenic art#and makes it look easy#it’s not#biggiedraws
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reference sheets for snowy (scenic our house)
spoilers for chapter 7 & 9 under the cut
#my art#spoilers for chapter 7#slight spoilers for chapter 9#these designs aren’t concrete so feel free to imagine your own take on them!#i feel like i add fur to their hood or don’t add fur to their hood simply based on vibes#scenic our house#snowy undertale#undertale#undertale au#undertale art#fic art#cw horror#cw trypophobia#(mild)
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scenic concept for Macbeth that I can finally post :)
#shakespeare#Macbeth#classic lit#sculpture#scenic design#i have so many thoughts on how I made this but I’m happy with it#Im not gonna go into all my little design and construction choices but I will if asked!#it’s based primarily on brutalist architecture. I think the witches and murders would happen in the windows :D#sketchin!
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Oz AU ⟶ After six years at Lardner Correctional Facility for aggravated assault, Carmen Guerra is out on parole when he begins to experience strange and vivid dreams of another man's life. At night, he wakes up and can see and feel through the body of a man named Miguel Alvarez, an inmate from Oswald Correctional who is on the run toward Mexico after breaking free of prison. What originally seems to be an odd but explainable phenomenon takes a bizarre twist when Carmen learns from an old friend who was incarcerated at Oswald that just two years prior, an inmate by the name Miguel Alvarez had escaped from Oswald, only to die while being captured in the Arizona desert. Having gone weeks of dreaming up this stranger's life, feeling his fear and hunger and paranoia, Carmen can't help but be compelled to do some further digging around, if only to figure out why he subconsciously felt so drawn to this man in the first place. While snooping through reports on the matter, Carmen quickly learns of the suspected foul play in Alvarez's death, a police cover up that no one seems interested in pursuing, and a potential connection to a string of vigilante murders down by the border. That night, he goes to bed and wakes up alone and feeling terrified in the abandoned warehouse that Alvarez had holed away in for sleep. As he watches Alvarez stand, a voice speaks, raspy with disuse, and seemingly aimed at no one in particular. It's Alvarez: "If you're there," he starts, and trails off, mumbling a nervous curse before trying once more. "If you're watching... Carmen, I ain't a dream and I ain't dead, either, not yet. Hope to keep it that way. But I need your help."
Tagged: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Era, Psychic Bond, Mystery, Thriller, Strangers to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending
#hbo oz#oz hbo#oz au#chico guerra#miguel alvarez#otto sanchez#kirk acevedo#my gifs#mmm No Writing Just Summaries 😌#but it's angst with a happy ending bc i think carmen solves how miguel dies and helps him avoid getting murdered#and then miguel escapes successfully to mexico#and carmen doesn't remember any of this and neither does miguel#but one day in the future when carmen is out on parole he decides to just fuck off and use his ill begotten savings to travel#and down at the end of the world after visiting the scenic spots he's back in town where he meets a charming man named miguel#who seems oddly familiar but—unable to place where he's seen him before—carmen simply decides to buy him a drink instead#(clarification jic: miguel can see what carmen does during the days in his dreams too which is how he learns of his own death)#this whole premise (the out of time dream bond thingy)#is based on a japanese movie that i might have seen at one time but feels like a fever dream too and idr what it's called
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sobbing and holding Tangy up like a Kobold handing you something She's a rectamgle now ; u ; I'm sure I'll have to touch this all over when I get YaB (probably... yab..? I like the arms) but it's She... at least partially unpeeled hehe. There's a few mods I'm waiting/hoping for, but this was one of the big ones ;w; thank you Customize+ devs...
#featuring Scenic the FC's Front Door and Upstairs Stage LOL#I would also not say no to tail ribbons or jewelry but I'm really holding out for paws LOL and maybe something to#flip hair to color with fur highlights instead of base fur. but that's small. and I'm not using Penumbra until it's got a stable release#Also wanna give her round ears... like Tiger...#u_u and make her tail tip white *maybe*. Small things
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cattails
#based on 'guys and birds' and i guess a lil bit of 'anaphylaxis' too?#black jack#kuroo hazama#my art#2024#you put men into situations. i put men into scenic locations
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Digimon Adventure / 02 / tri. / Kizuna / Adventure: [2020] A.M.V {Anime Music Video} (Un-finished PRE-VIEW) ~ O V E R T I M E + Koushiro{u} Izumi & Taichi Yagami {KouTai} / Taishiro{u} (as Semi canon Compliant) {Minimal spoilers for Tri through Kokuhaku, Kizuna up to partway through Final Battle, DigiAdv 2020 36 - Koushiro specific Moments}
Notes: This is what I was working on all up until November! I wanted to finish it in time for a fan event, but, it didn't quite happen in time that way. (Maybe I can finish it later this year?!) For now, please enjoy the preview! I was also working on this together with a mutual - the track choice was mainly their idea, but I was trying to help find scenes that'd fit, and I managed to make quite a few moments work; You'll notice it's slightly different from my usual styles, but I'm also trying to relate specific moments and framing rather clearly here!!
(I'll admit theres a couple lines I thought were harder to work with; I'll figure those out later, but the track was overall fun for them regardless and I really enjoyed trying to make this!!) {As usual, a bit of manipulating scenes does happen, but its not ultra-heavy edits; all of these scenes come direct from canon formats for the most part, with some simple scenic manipulating otherwise!}
Digimon Adventure Franchise (C) Toei Animation Track (C) The Strike THIS IS A FAN MADE WORK; NO $$$ IS BEING MADE OFF THIS WORK.
{DO NOT R E P O S T} {DO NOT RE P R O D U C E My Editing UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES WHATSOEVER} (Trust Me, I WILL Know)
If the embed doesn't show at any time; Please check back to this post later on, as the site's player has been having issues at times!! (If it continues to not show, please feel free to ping me!)
#koutai#koushirouizumi advs#koushirouizumi 02#koushirouizumi tri#koushirouizumi kizuna#koushirouizumi creates#(oK I DECIDED TO POST THIS EVEN IF VERY UN FINISHED)#(Because I was working on it together with a mutual but)#(THEN MY LAPTOP BEGAN HAVING KEYBOARD ISSUES)#(AND I CANT EASILY REPLACE IT RN)#(I WANTED TO HELP MUTUAL FINISH THIS FOR TAIKOUVEMBER AND COULDNT)#(YELLS INTO MY VOID BECAUSE I STILL LIKE WHAT I EDITED HERE)#('AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA')#(I WANT TO MAKE SO MANY A M V s BUT I KNOW WAITING FOR THE BEGINNING FOOTAGE EVEN SCENIC WILL MAKE ALL OF THESE 100 PERCENT BETTER)#({ALSO I HATE HOW WELL THEY FIT EVERY S O N G WE PICK OUT FOR THEM})#(There is ONE line that bugs me a bit still {ppl can probably guess which one it is lmao} but I can also chalk it up to this mostly)#(Being Taichis P.O.V and leave it at that!!1!1!)#(aka WHY CANT I BEAM 5 MILLION A M V S + FOR ALL S H I P S +FAVS I LIKE INTO THE FAN BASE AT ONCE FROM MY HEAD ALONE)#(BECAUSE I WOULD AND IM MAD THAT I CANT BC IM A HUMAN WITH LIMITATIONS!!1!1!)
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Fairy Meadows – A Fairytale Escape in the Heart of Pakistan
Discover the Enchanting Beauty of Fairy Meadows Nestled at the base of Nanga Parbat, the world’s ninth-highest peak, Fairy Meadows is a magical destination known for its breathtaking views and serene landscapes. Surrounded by snow-capped mountains, dense forests, and lush meadows, this picturesque spot offers a tranquil escape for nature lovers and adventurers alike. With its unmatched scenery,…
#adventure in Fairy Meadows#Adventure tourism Pakistan#best time to visit Fairy Meadows#best views in Pakistan#camping in Fairy Meadows#explore Fairy Meadows#explore Nanga Parbat and Fairy Meadows#Fairy Meadows#Fairy Meadows base camp#Fairy Meadows camping#Fairy Meadows jeep ride#Fairy Meadows nature#Fairy Meadows nature tour#Fairy Meadows outdoor adventure#Fairy Meadows Pakistan#Fairy Meadows photography#Fairy Meadows scenic views#Fairy Meadows summer tour#Fairy Meadows tour#Fairy Meadows tours from Islamabad#Fairy Meadows travel#Fairy Meadows trekking experience#Fairy Meadows trekking tour#Fairy Meadows trip#Fairy Meadows views#hiking Fairy Meadows trails#hiking in Fairy Meadows#Nanga Parbat adventure#Nanga Parbat base camp#Nanga Parbat trek
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Wings of Wonder: Thunderbirds and Blue Angels Soar Together at NAS Pensacola Homecoming Airshow
Thunderbirds to join Blue Angels for annual Pensacola homecoming show
Setting the Stage: An Unprecedented CollaborationGet ready to witness history in the making as two of the nation’s most renowned flight demonstration teams, the U.S. Air Force Thunderbirds and the U.S. Navy Blue Angels, join forces for an electrifying performance at the NAS Pensacola Blue Angels Homecoming Airshow. This unprecedented collaboration promises to elevate the art of aerial display to…
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Ultimate China Journey: 30 Stops You Need to Make
#best places in China#Chengdu#Chengdu panda base#China top attractions#China tourism#China travel guide#Chinese cultural sites#exploring China#Forbidden City insights#Giant Panda Research Base#Great Wall of China tours#Guilin#Hangzhou#Hangzhou West Lake#Hong Kong#Hong Kong Disneyland#Huanglong Scenic Area#Huangshan#Huangshan adventure#iconic destinations in China#Jiuzhaigou Valley#Jiuzhaigou Valley trip#Leshan Giant Buddha#Li River#Li River cruise#Lijiang Old Town#Lijiang old town tour#Mogao Caves#Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall#Potala Palace
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i built an afk fishing spot in mc and it's a minor accomplishment but i'm happy lol
#i looked up a guide i did NOT figure out that shit on my own#now i'm building a little shed around it so 1) i don't get murdered and 2) bc i'm a scenic bitch#but also can we talk about how fucking gorgeous cherry trees are LIKE????#Falling Apart And Coming Together#i need to work on my home base but i have a LOT of projects planned and don't fully know how to implement them all yet or where to start#i may just end up creating the entry points to the area since it's ringed in a stone mountain and i think little tunnels that lead out#in cardinal directions would be a really cool/fun way to get in and out and then i'll also create a rail system and ensure the tunnels are#big enough to fit a horse through and decorate and OHMYGOD I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE SOOOO COOOOOLLL AND INSPIRING when i looked up seeds#but no i want to do everything and have done almost nothing roflmao#except some minor terrain adjustments/temp farms#and? AND???? SO FAR 3/4 THE EXPECTED VILLAGES THE WORLD VIEWER PREDICTED WERE IN INADEQUATE AREAS#did i mention i want to make a golem farm and build a whole ass village lol#Minecraft#Minecraft Bedrock
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You Got Me So In Love, I've Never Been This Possessive
Summary: While on a scenic boat trip along the coasts of Malta, you bask in the crystal-clear waters, and laughter with Pedro’s cast and crew. Despite his injured arm keeping him on the boat, Pedro can’t keep his eyes off you.
Paring: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Warnings: Established Relationship, TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, Slight Nudity, Slight Angst, Swearing, Anxiety, Cheesy Dialogue, Romance, Kissing, Real People Fiction, Cameras, Swimming, Bikini, Flirting, Teasing, Cast, Pedro Fell Down The Stairs, ER visit, Hurt-To-Comfort, Mild Spice, Banter, Idk Spanish so the terms might be wrong but I'm trying my best
Word Count: 5K
A/N: GOOD MORNING CHICKENS!!! Y’know how I said there would be a part two? Yup. Also, I know no one asked, but back in High School, I fell down the stairs… A LOT. Like every year for six years. No major bones were broken, only a sprained ankle every time I fell down the stairs, so in a way I guess I was lucky. PSA to always hold the hand railing, and like Pedro said, it can happen to anyone!
Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!
Song: Te Quiero by KISS OF LIFE
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PASCAL RESIDENCE, CHILE — AFTERNOON
The sun bathed the Pascal family home in a golden glow, the air filled with the scent of freshly baked empanadas and the gentle hum of conversation. You were seated on the patio, your legs tucked under you, watching as Pedro animatedly retold a story from his teenage years. His siblings—Javiera, Lux, and Nicolás—listened with rapt attention, their laughter bubbling over when Pedro’s dad chimed in with his version of events, insisting Pedro had exaggerated again.
“Exaggerated?” Pedro placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense. “I would never! Everything I say is 100% true and scientifically proven.”
“Scientifically proven to be full of nonsense,” Nicolás teased, earning a round of laughter.
You couldn’t help but grin, soaking in the easy camaraderie of the family. Pedro’s hand found yours under the table, his fingers lacing with yours in a way that felt like second nature. He glanced at you, his dark eyes soft with a love so deep it made your chest tighten.
“Tell them,” Pedro said, turning to you with an exaggeratedly serious expression. “Tell them I’m not lying.”
You bit back a laugh, tilting your head in mock consideration. “Well… the story did sound a bit too good to be true.”
“Et tu, mi amor?” he groaned, but the corners of his mouth quirked up in a smile.
Javiera, ever the ringleader, stood and declared, “Enough storytelling! Let’s put her to the test. If she’s going to be part of this family, she needs to learn brisca.”
Pedro leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Fair warning: They’ll gang up on you.”
“Good thing I’ve got you on my side,” you murmured, a soft blush rising to your cheeks.
“I’ll always be on your side,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple that sent a shiver down your spine.
A FEW HOURS LATER…
The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the yard. Pedro had wandered inside to grab more drinks for everyone while you stayed on the patio with Lux, discussing her latest project.
The sound of a crash shattered the peaceful air. You froze, the glass in Lux’s hand slipping and shattering on the ground.
“Pedro!” you gasped, bolting toward the house.
Inside, you found him crumpled at the base of the stairs, his face pale and contorted in pain. Nicolás was already at his side, his hands hovering uncertainly as if afraid to make things worse.
“Call an ambulance!” you shouted, your voice shaking as you knelt beside Pedro.
He looked up at you, his breaths shallow and uneven. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” he said through gritted teeth, but his wince betrayed him.
“You’re not okay,” you said, your hands trembling as you gently brushed the hair from his forehead. “What happened?”
“I missed the last step,” he muttered, trying to manage a weak smile. “Guess I’m not as graceful as I thought.”
“Pedro, this isn’t funny,” you whispered, tears pricking your eyes.
Javiera appeared with the phone pressed to her ear, speaking rapidly to the emergency dispatcher. Lux crouched beside you, her face pale as she reached for Pedro’s uninjured hand.
“Help’s on the way,” Javiera assured you, her voice steady despite the panic in her eyes.
Minutes felt like hours as you waited for the ambulance. You kept your focus on Pedro, your hand gripping his tightly. “Just breathe, okay? I’m right here. You’re going to be fine.”
THE ER — EVENING
The antiseptic smell of the hospital hit you as you paced the waiting room, your heart pounding in your chest. Pedro had been whisked away for X-rays, and you felt helpless, the absence of his hand in yours leaving you cold.
When the doctor finally emerged, you rushed to meet him, Javiera and Nicolás close behind.
“Mr. Pascal has a broken arm,” the doctor explained. “It’s a clean break, but he’ll need surgery to set the bone properly. We’re scheduling it for late January.”
Relief and worry collided in your chest. “Can I see him?” you asked, your voice small.
The doctor nodded, and you followed the nurse to Pedro’s room. He was sitting up in bed, his arm in a temporary sling, his face pale but his smile still intact.
“Hey, troublemaker,” he said, his voice softer than usual.
You crossed the room in a few quick steps, perching on the edge of his bed. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” you said, your voice breaking as tears spilled over.
Pedro reached for your hand with his good arm, his thumb brushing soothing circles over your knuckles. “I’m sorry, mi amor,” he murmured, his eyes glistening.
You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his. “I thought… I thought something worse happened. I couldn’t breathe until I saw you.”
“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice steady despite the pain. “And I’ll be fine. Especially with you by my side.”
You kissed him gently, pouring every ounce of love and relief into the touch. As his lips moved against yours, you felt the fear begin to fade, replaced by the overwhelming gratitude that he was still here with you.
“I’ll take care of you,” you promised, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”
Pedro smiled, his gaze tender. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said, brushing a tear from your cheek. “You deserve the world.”
And in that moment, surrounded by beeping monitors and the sterile walls of the hospital, it felt like nothing else mattered but the two of you.
FORT RICASOLI, MALTA — DAY
The sun was high over Fort Ricasoli, the Mediterranean breeze carrying a salty tang as waves crashed against the nearby shore. The reconstructed Roman Colosseum loomed grandly in the fort, its grandeur a perfect backdrop for the epic Gladiator II production. You stepped out of the transport van, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the bright Maltese sun, a bag slung over your shoulder filled with Pedro’s essentials—medication, snacks, and a cold water bottle you knew he’d try to avoid drinking unless reminded.
As you walked toward the set, Pedro spotted you first, his face lighting up in a way that made your heart ache with affection. He was seated in the shade near the makeup tent, his left arm encased in a royal blue cast that made him look both ridiculous and endearing.
“Hi,” you called, setting your bag down beside him. “I’m here to be your nurse.”
Pedro’s grin widened, his dark eyes softening. “You’re more than my nurse. You’re my lifesaver. And I love you so much.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his forehead. “How’s the arm?”
“It’s humiliating,” he muttered, holding up the cast as if it were a mark of disgrace. “Everyone keeps staring at it. Or laughing. Or both.”
“There’s nothing humiliating about needing help once in a while, my love,” you said gently, brushing a curl from his forehead. “Besides, it’s a great conversation starter.”
“Oh, yeah. Real smooth. ‘Hi, I’m Pedro Pascal, and I fell down a flight of stairs like a medieval jester.’”
You smothered a laugh just as Joseph Quinn sauntered by, pausing dramatically to give Pedro an exaggerated salute. “How’s the mighty warrior today? Still battling gravity, I see.”
“Go away,” Pedro groaned, waving his good arm dismissively.
“You’re a walking PSA now,” Fred Hechinger added as he passed. “Don’t text and walk down stairs, kids!”
Denzel Washington approached next, shaking his head with mock solemnity. “And here I thought I was the one who’d pull a stunt like that.”
“Traitors,” Pedro muttered, pulling you closer as if you could shield him from the teasing.
Coco, his ever-sassy hair stylist, smirked as she fixed his curls. “Just make sure she doesn’t trip over your ego next.”
“Coco!” Pedro whined, but his cheeks flushed, his pout making him look boyish and undeniably adorable.
Ridley Scott ambled over, his tone a mix of concern and exasperation. “Take it easy, Pedro. You’re not 25 anymore.”
“Gee, thanks, Ridley,” Pedro huffed, pulling you against him as if seeking comfort.
The day pressed on, the heat making Pedro’s clinginess somehow both unbearable and heart-meltingly sweet. Despite the steady teasing from the cast and crew, he stuck close to you like a second shadow whenever he wasn’t on set, his blue cast drawing as much attention as his ever-present pout.
During a break, he tugged at your hand, a soft whine slipping from his lips. “Go with me?”
You glanced up from the book you were pretending to read. “Go where?”
“Craft services,” he said, gesturing toward the shaded area where snacks and cold drinks awaited. “I’m starving, and I need moral support.”
“You literally just had a protein bar,” you teased, but stood anyway, slipping your hand into his.
“As long as you hold my hand,” you added with a smirk, letting him lead the way.
His good hand entwined with yours, his thumb brushing lazy circles over your skin as you walked. “You know I’m not letting go, right?”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Reaching the craft services tent, Pedro made a beeline for the iced lemonade, his cast making the process comically awkward. You reached over to help him hold the cup steady as he poured, ignoring the amused glances from the crew around you.
“I got it,” he insisted, though his pouty tone betrayed his frustration.
“Sure you do, Mr. Dexterity,” you teased. “Here, let me.”
As you steadied the cup, Paul Mescal appeared beside you, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. “What’s it like being Pedro’s personal assistant and cuddle therapist?”
Pedro narrowed his eyes, his body shifting slightly as if to shield you from Paul’s teasing. “She’s an angel,” he declared, his tone defensive. “Unlike all of you degenerates.”
Paul laughed, grabbing a handful of chips. “Touché.”
Connie Nielsen joined the growing group, her warm smile softening the teasing atmosphere. “An angel with the patience of a saint,” she agreed. “He’s lucky to have you.”
You squeezed Pedro’s hand, glancing up at him with a playful glint in your eye. “Oh, I know.”
Pedro leaned down, his voice low and sweet in your ear. “Remind me to buy you something shiny and expensive later.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” you whispered back, brushing a kiss to his cheek just as Coco walked by, her ever-present smirk firmly in place.
“Are we making out by the lemonade now?” she quipped, adjusting Pedro’s wig as she passed. “Just don’t knock over the drink dispenser, Casanova.”
Pedro groaned, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching, betraying his amusement.
When Pedro was shooting, you stayed nearby, perched under an umbrella with a bottle of water and a timer set for his next dose of medication. He’d been restless all morning, constantly checking in between takes to make sure you were still there.
The moment the director called cut, Pedro scanned the area until his eyes landed on you. A small smile tugged at his lips as he made a beeline toward you, his costume slightly dusty from the action sequence.
“Hydrate,” you ordered the moment he reached you, holding out the water bottle.
He wrinkled his nose but took it, his good hand struggling to unscrew the cap. You wordlessly reached over to help, earning a sheepish look from him.
“You know,” he said after a long sip, “you’re bossier than Ridley.”
“You love it,” you countered, wiping the sweat from his brow with a small towel you’d tucked into your bag.
Pedro’s lips curved into a soft smile, his gaze lingering on you. “I do,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “A little too much.”
Your heart squeezed at the tenderness in his tone, and you reached up to brush a stray curl from his forehead. “Good. Now go back to work. Ridley’s glaring at us.”
He glanced over his shoulder, spotting the director gesturing for him to return. “Fine,” he grumbled, but not before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
As he walked back toward the set, Ridley shook his head, a faint smile on his face. “That woman of yours has you wrapped around her little finger.”
Pedro shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t I know it.”
THE XARA PALACE RELAIS & CHÂTEAUX, MALTA — EVENING
The day had taken its toll on both of you, but by the time you returned to the cozy luxury of the hotel suite, Pedro’s exhaustion only seemed to amplify his need for affection. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, he flopped dramatically onto the small couch, casting a forlorn look your way.
“Come here,” he said, his good arm extended toward you like a lifeline.
You chuckled, slipping off your sandals. “I thought you were tired.”
“I am,” he replied, his lips twitching into a pout. “But I’ll sleep better if you’re right here.”
Shaking your head fondly, you joined him on the couch, only to be pulled down against his side the moment you were close enough.
“It’s too hot for this,” you teased, trying—and failing—to push against his firm hold.
“Don’t care,” Pedro murmured, nuzzling into the curve of your neck as if you were the only source of comfort in the world. “You make everything better.”
You sighed softly, your resolve melting as your fingers found their way into his curls. They were still slightly damp from his post-shoot shower, and you gently combed through them, marveling at how they always seemed to spring back into place.
“I think that’s the heatstroke talking,” you quipped, though your voice was warm with affection.
“No,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “That’s the love of my life talking.”
Your hand stilled for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you like a gentle wave. You pulled back slightly to look at him, but Pedro didn’t let you get far. His warm brown eyes met yours, brimming with sincerity that made your breath catch.
“You’re insufferable,” you said, though the tremor in your voice betrayed how deeply his words had affected you.
“And you’re perfect,” he countered, his tone so soft and certain it made your heart ache in the best way.
Your cheeks warmed, and you leaned down to press a tender kiss to his temple. “You’re lucky I love you,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his skin.
Pedro grinned, his good arm tightening around you as he pulled you even closer. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”
For a while, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the soft hum of the air conditioning blending with the distant sounds of the Maltese evening outside. Pedro’s breathing began to slow, his head resting heavily against your shoulder as he drifted off. His cast was awkwardly propped up on his chest, and you carefully adjusted a pillow beneath it, not wanting him to wake up sore.
As you gazed down at him, his face relaxed and peaceful in sleep, your heart swelled with a familiar ache—one born of overwhelming love. He might’ve been clingy and dramatic, prone to complaints about his cast and the heat, but he was also tender and selfless, with a way of making you feel like the most cherished person in the world.
You traced the curve of his jaw with the tips of your fingers, marveling at how even in his sleep, his hold on you never loosened. He was steady and constant in a way that made you feel safe, loved, and utterly at home.
He might’ve fallen down the stairs, but it felt like you were the one falling—deeper in love with him every single day.
Later that night, as the two of you lay tangled together in the king-sized bed, Pedro stirred, his voice groggy but laced with warmth.
“Are you still awake?”
“Barely,” you murmured, your head resting against his uninjured shoulder. “Why?”
He shifted slightly, his fingers grazing over your arm in lazy circles. “Just wanted to say… thank you.”
“For what?”
“For taking care of me. For putting up with me being clingy. For loving me even when I’m ridiculous,” he said, his voice soft but earnest.
You smiled in the darkness, pressing a kiss to his chest. “It’s not putting up with you, Pedro. It’s just loving you. And it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
His breath hitched, and he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his words carrying the weight of unspoken emotion.
“You deserve everything,” you replied, your voice firm despite the tears prickling at your eyes.
Pedro’s arms tightened around you, and in that moment, the world outside the four walls of your suite seemed to fade away. There was only the two of you, tangled together in love and gratitude, the promise of another day together stretching out before you like a gift.
And as you drifted off to sleep, cradled in his embrace, you couldn’t imagine a place you’d rather be.
COASTS OF MALTA — MORNING
The morning sun bathed the harbor in a soft, golden glow as you and Pedro stepped onto the pristine deck of the yacht, greeted by the lively chatter of his castmates and the crew. The day promised adventure—an exploration of Malta’s dazzling coastlines, including the famed Blue Lagoon, Crystal Lagoon, and the secretive caves on Comino. The air smelled of salt and freedom, and the water, impossibly blue and inviting, stretched out like a gem-laden carpet before you.
Pedro lingered close to you, his blue cast slung in a casual sling, though it didn’t stop him from giving your hand a light squeeze. He leaned down, his voice low and teasing.
"Don’t get too excited," he murmured with a grin, his dark eyes gleaming. "You’ll make me look bad."
You bumped your shoulder into his, rolling your eyes. "I can’t help it if I’m more fun than you."
"More fun? Or more distracting?" His gaze flicked briefly to the bikini peeking out from your cover-up, his expression bordering on predatory before he quickly masked it with a playful smirk.
“Behave, Pascal,” you teased, your cheeks warming under his intense stare.
As the boat cruised toward its first stop, the Blue Lagoon, the mood was light and cheerful. Connie and Fred lounged near the bow, animatedly swapping stories with the crew, their laughter carrying over the soft sound of the waves. Coco flitted around like a hummingbird with her camera, capturing candid shots of the lively group. Near the railing, Paul was attempting to teach Denzel a ridiculous dance move, the two of them tripping over their own feet and causing more chaos than rhythm.
You stood near Pedro, feeling the sun’s warmth on your skin, the gentle breeze teasing at your cover-up. A playful grin spread across your face as you untied the knot at your waist, sliding the fabric off and tossing it onto a nearby lounge chair. The vibrant bikini beneath was perfectly chosen—bright and bold against your skin, hugging your curves in a way that made you feel confident and beautiful.
Pedro, seated comfortably in the shade with his injured arm resting on a cushion, froze mid-sip of his drink. His gaze locked onto you, his eyes darkening as they traced every inch of your form. Appreciation was clear in his expression, but it was the simmering heat in his stare that sent a thrill down your spine.
You stretched your arms over your head, feigning oblivion to his attention as you joined Coco and Paul in their antics. The movement made your waist curve just enough to draw a quiet groan from Pedro’s lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by Coco. She smirked, leaning down to whisper as she passed him.
“Subtle,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.
Pedro didn’t even attempt to hide his grin. His eyes stayed glued to you as he shrugged, unapologetic. “Can you blame me?”
Coco snorted. “Not one bit. But maybe cool it unless you want everyone else to notice how thirsty you are.”
“Let them,” Pedro muttered, mostly to himself. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he watched you laugh with Paul, the way your body moved under the bright sun making it nearly impossible for him to look away.
When you caught his eye and shot him a playful wink, his good hand flexed against the armrest of his chair, the urge to pull you back to him almost too strong to resist.
Later, as you leaned over the edge of the boat, peering down at the water with Paul pointing out fish, Pedro’s voice rumbled low behind you.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”
You turned to find him standing close, his cast resting awkwardly at his side. “I am. The water’s beautiful,” you said with a smile, but his eyes weren’t on the water.
“They’re not the only thing,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist.
Heat bloomed on your cheeks, but you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips. “Pedro Pascal,” you teased, stepping closer. “Are you flirting with me on a boat in front of all your castmates?”
“Flirting?” He scoffed, his voice rich with amusement. “I’m just admiring. Can’t a man admire his girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend?” you repeated, arching a brow.
He smirked, leaning in just enough for his breath to ghost over your skin. “The girlfriend,” he corrected, his voice dropping into a tone that sent a shiver racing through you despite the heat.
You bit your lip, glancing around at the others, who were too distracted to notice the charged moment. “Behave yourself,” you whispered, though your heart raced at the way his good hand brushed lightly against your hip.
He grinned, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. “I’m trying, but you’re not making it easy, sweetheart.”
The way he said it, rough and low, had your stomach doing flips. The teasing sparkle in his eyes told you he knew exactly the effect he was having on you—and he wasn’t the least bit sorry about it.
When the boat anchored near the Blue Lagoon, you practically bounced with excitement. “I’m going in!”
Pedro chuckled as you grabbed your snorkeling gear, pausing to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Try not to miss me too much,” you teased before hopping off the boat with an elegant dive.
“Not possible,” he called after you, his voice tinged with laughter.
The water was cool and crystal clear, every ripple catching the sunlight like scattered diamonds. You swam alongside Coco and Paul, laughing as he tried to outswim everyone only to splash clumsily when Coco teased him about his lack of grace. Schools of fish darted around you, their silvery bodies glimmering in the lagoon’s shallows, and the thrill of the moment made you forget the world beyond the sparkling blue waters.
Pedro watched from the deck, his good hand cradling a drink as his cast rested on his lap. He smiled softly, his heart swelling at the sight of you. You were so effortlessly kind, so radiant, laughing and splashing with his friends as if you’d known them your whole life.
“She’s really something,” Ridley remarked as he joined Pedro at the shaded table.
“Don’t I know it,” Pedro replied, his voice warm with pride.
“She’s good for you,” Ridley said simply, his tone laced with a rare softness.
Pedro glanced at the director, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. She’s my soulmate.”
Later, you clambered back onto the boat, droplets of water clinging to your skin, sparkling in the sunlight as they traced lazy paths down your arms and legs. Your grin was infectious, the kind of radiant joy that could light up an entire room—or, in this case, the deck of the boat. Pedro’s eyes were glued to you, as though the rest of the world had faded into the background.
“Having fun?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement but warm with affection.
“The best,” you replied breathlessly, grabbing a towel and wringing out your hair. “You should’ve come in with us. The water is incredible.”
He raised his cast dramatically, pulling a mock grimace. “In case you forgot, I’m a bit handicapped here.”
“Oh, poor baby,” you teased, crouching beside him. You leaned in to press a playful kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering just long enough to make him sigh. “Next time, I’ll stay on the boat with you. We can sulk together.”
Pedro’s good hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer before you could stand. “Don’t you dare,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “Watching you have fun out there is the next best thing to being in the water myself.”
You arched a brow, motioning to your bikini with a teasing grin. “You mean you like the view.”
Pedro’s lips curved into a slow, devilish smirk. His mouth brushed your ear as he whispered, “I love the view.”
The heat of his words sent a shiver down your spine, making your cheeks flush. You swatted at his chest playfully before standing and tossing the towel over your shoulder. “Careful, Pascal. You’re not supposed to overheat with that cast on.”
The boat anchored near the caves on Comino, the turquoise water shimmering like liquid glass. Pedro waved you off with a mock sternness, insisting you go explore while he stayed behind.
“I’ll hold down the fort,” he said, settling back into his chair with a small smirk. “Don’t get lost in there.”
You rolled your eyes, blowing him a kiss before diving into the water with Paul and Fred. The group swam toward the darkened entrance of the caves, their laughter echoing off the limestone walls. Inside, the sunlight filtered through cracks, casting dancing patterns on the rocky surfaces.
Pedro, stuck on the boat, didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. His gaze followed you like a shadow, lingering on the curve of your body as you moved effortlessly through the water. Every so often, you glanced back at the boat, catching him watching you. He didn’t even pretend to look away, his expression soft, adoring, and entirely unguarded.
When you returned, dripping wet and exhilarated, you plopped down beside him with a dramatic sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“You’ve been staring at me all day,” you teased, your tone light but your heart pounding at the intensity of his attention.
Pedro turned his head slightly, brushing his lips against your temple. “Can you blame me?” he murmured. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. You tilted your head to meet his gaze, your hand finding his on the armrest. “You’re laying it on thick today,” you joked, though your voice wavered just slightly.
“It’s the truth,” he countered simply, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.
Your moment was interrupted by Paul’s exaggerated wolf whistle from across the deck. “Get a room, you two!”
Fred chimed in with a loud groan. “Some of us are single and fragile!”
You laughed, your head falling back briefly before you turned to Pedro, lowering your voice so only he could hear. “They’re just jealous.”
“Damn right, they are,” Pedro said, leaning in close. “You’re all mine.”
The possessiveness in his tone was playful but sent your pulse racing nonetheless.
Later, as the boat rocked gently in the open waters, you sat on Pedro’s lap, his good arm wrapped securely around your waist. The sun had begun its descent, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold.
“Pedro,” you said softly, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his thigh. “Can we stay like this forever?”
His eyes softened as he looked down at you, his smile tender. “I’d stay here with you forever if I could,” he replied, his voice filled with quiet certainty.
The weight of his words settled over you, grounding you in the moment. You bit your lip, leaning in closer until your noses brushed. “Please just kiss me already.”
Pedro didn’t need to be asked twice. His lips captured yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, full of unspoken promises and a depth of feeling that took your breath away. His hand splayed across your back, pulling you impossibly closer as the world around you seemed to disappear.
When you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours, and he let out a soft laugh. “I think you might be my soulmate,” he said, his voice a mixture of awe and certainty.
Your eyes searched his, and for a moment, the noise of the others and the gentle lapping of the waves faded entirely. “I think you might be mine too,” you whispered, sealing the moment with another kiss.
Laughter and chatter echoed around you, the boat a hub of joy and togetherness, but for you and Pedro, time seemed to stand still. In his arms, surrounded by the beauty of Malta and the warmth of his love, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be.
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Sex worker/Charity worker Halstarion AU [set late 70's/early 80's]
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Why did I set the whole thing inside a car :). Also forgive me that is not a period accurate interior I did it from my head because apparently I can do that now...because I keep setting things in cars...
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To read them in order:
[Part 1- Meeting]
[Part 2-Embellish]
[Part 3-Theory]
[Part 4- Number]
[Part 5- Bruise]
[Part 6- Scenic]
[Part 7- Nice Things]
[Part 8-Pizza]
[Part 9- Want] -That's this one!
This is loosely based on current UK resources, not 70’s-80’s, and I also don’t know how well a nuanced situation like this would be dealt with by our gov/councils. I don't have much faith in the systems but we're gonna pretend they work.
#halstarion sw au#halstarion#halsin#astarion#I had this diving under the dashboard idea and then thought no thats cliche and bad#and then it happened to the guy interviewing swers in the book I was reading so i put it in after all#also remember we drive on the wrong side of the road here#abuse cw#torture cw#my art
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High Camping Site before Crossing Tilman is a beautiful and scenic location that is perfect for adventurous tourists. Located in the Himalayas, it offers stunning views of the surrounding mountains and valleys. Visitors can enjoy camping and trekking in the area, and can even cross the Tilman Pass to reach other parts of the region. It's an ideal destination for nature lovers and those seeking an unforgettable outdoor experience
#himalayanadventure#mountainview#naturelovers#outdoorexploration#tilmanpass#trekking#camping#scenic beauty#travelgoal#exploretheworld#bucketlistdestination#unforgettableexperience#visitnepal#langtangtrek#annapurna base camp trek#kanchenjunga#pokharatrek#mustangtrek#tamangheritage
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Episode 5 of she hulk is unironically one of the cleverest humor set ups I’ve ever seen
#she hulk#this show isn’t bad#they all lied to you#Like sure the CGI is a zillion dollar McMansion nestled in the beautifully scenic uncanny valley at the base of fear mountain#but this is way more creative than I was led to believe
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