#aww bb

[rederiswrites]

Lucanis: Mila. You hear Warden gossip. Are there any wyverns out there?

Mila: Not here. I wish I could see one though.

Lucanis: (Sighs) Me, too.

[sakuraswordly]

[ginger1982]

😍😍😍 Thank you, Kent! 😗 (everyone and their moms is in Caymans now 🤔)

[blushblushbear]

And suddenly, BOOM! More Kelby headcanon requests! (im like. lowkey obsessed with him LOL)

This time, it's for the Pokemon headcanon prompts: Dark, Ghost, and Ground.

By the way, thank you so much for doing these! Your headcanon posts are so awesome, and they make my day!

yeyeyeye glad to be doing it!

Dark: What kind of assumptions or rumors do they find they have attached to them? Do they try to do anything to dispel them?

I think the biggest assumption he deals with is that he's just some big dumb jock and like-------- low key he can't really dispel those rumors, cause there is a little truth to them

he's not JUST some dumb jock, he's a loving caring person with complex feelings and hopes and dreams

but yeah, he is also kind of a dumb jock

sorry Kel, rolls with the punches I guess

Ghost: What sorts of vices do they indulge in? Do they feel shame or guilt over them?

WINK. NUDGE. oh, YA KNOW.

okay but also legit, I think Kelby is really into ice baths??? like he just enjoys them. It's actually really crazy. He claims it helps his body A LOT but man, that sure is a big ol freezing bath he likes to dunk himself into...

Ground: When something bad happens, what are their usual go-to defense mechanisms?

when shit hits the fan Kelby kinda goes into Fix It mode. like-- he just tries to get a handle on it as best he can and what he can handle he tries to work around. He's not always great at fixing it when shit goes wrong but he never says die, ya know??? He's always gonna at least TRY cause sometimes that's all you can do. Also sometimes when you put in that extra effort, it really does fix things.

Never back down, never WHAT?!

[flower-dagger-gay]

It's official: I love everything about Nemesis.

I love that she can randomly steal rewards, steal your gold, adn force you to go to an exit you didn't want to go to. I love her attitude, and honestly I wish that she would stay in the game forever and ever.

(I haven't played yet)

[captainmvf]

Joe hears some pretty interesting information from the twins at dinner-

[stalinistqueens]

it’s the anniversary of mimi’s death today. here are some photos of her in happier times. :(

[machtaholic]

send this to all your favourite moots and roll a snowball! KEEP THE SNOWBALL ROLLING!❄️🤍❄️🤍❄️ :)

Awww thank you!!! <3

[worldismyne]

Snippet Sunday - HoL 16

"A prince!?" The countess cheered. "My, what a glorious occasion. We shall take the young suitor to her at once. Of course, you need to be dressed in a fashion more suited for the palace." In a move Soul would long hold a grudge over, Kid gave him a gentle shove forward.

"Hey!" He was caught arm and arm by two eager seamstresses. "I'm not- He's the son of a lord." 

"I am but a humble butler." Kid said in a way that would only convince people who weren't paying attention. Unfortunately for Soul, that was the entire town. "Nice work Patty." The gun cackled as everyone was lead in a grand procession to the palace, all while Soul shouted his objections onto deaf ears.

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 58

Chapter; Highlights

Not that there was much Elide could do.

Despite the generous gift of power that ran through the Lochan bloodline, she possessed no magic, no gifts beyond reading people and lying.

Rushed to get bandages, hot water, and whatever salves or herbs the healers calmly requested. None of them shouted. They only raised their voices, magic glowing bright around them, if a soldier was shrieking too loudly for their words to be heard.

The sun was barely over the horizon, judging by the light at the windows set high in the Great Hall, and so many already lay injured. So many. Still they kept coming, and Elide kept moving, her limp becoming a dull, then a sharp ache. A minor pain, compared to what the soldiers endured. Compared to what they faced on the battlements.

She didn't let herself think of her friends.

Didn't let herself think of Lorcan, who had not come to the chamber last night and had not sought them out this morning. As if he didn't want to be near her. As if he'd taken every hateful word she'd spoken to heart.

So Elide aided—and did not stop.

No, that magnificent horse trampled them, fearless and wicked, just as Chaol had predicted. A horse whose name meant butterfly

—stomping all over Valg foot soldiers.

Had his breath not been a rasp in his chest, Chaol might have smiled. Had men not been cut down around him, he might have laughed a bit, too.

But Morath was launching itself at the walls and gates with a furor they had not yet witnessed. Perhaps they knew who had come to Anielle and now hewed them down. Aelin and Rowan fought back-to-back, and Fenrys had plowed his way down the battlements to join Chaol by the second siege tower.

Morath, it seemed, did not think to surrender. Only to inflict destruction, to break into the keep and slaughter as many as they could before meeting their end.

His shield bloodied and dented, his horse a raging demon herself beneath him, Chaol kept swinging his sword. His wife lay within the keep behind him. He would not fail her.

Soon now. They'd win the field soon, and the song in his blood would quiet.

Part of him didn't want it to end, even as his body began to scream to rest.

Yet when the battle was done, what would remain?

Nothing. Elide had made that clear enough.

She loved him, but she hated herself for it.

He hadn't deserved her anyway.

She deserved a life of peace, of happiness.

He didn't know such things. Had thought he'd glimpsed them during the months they'd traveled together, before everything went to hell, but now he knew he was not meant for anything like it.

But this battlefield, this death-song around him ... This, he could do. This, he could savor.

The golden helmets of the khagan's army became clear, their fiery horses unfaltering.

Finer than any host he'd fought beside in a mortal kingdom. In many immortal kingdoms, too.

Obeying the death-song in his blood, Lorcan let his shields drop. He did not wish it to be easy. He wanted to feel each blow, see his enemy's life drain out beneath his sword.

The earth shook beneath thundering hooves, and arrows screamed overhead. Then there was roaring. And then blackness.

[princessasmosprincess]

I'm watching BBC North and South and I'm sorry, John Thornton whining to his mom saying "No one loves me 🥺" after Margaret rejects him is too funny

[akatsukirites]

Fifth entry for @sweetspicybingo - Snow Day

Narutoverse | KisaKonan | G | ~400 words

Trekking through the highlands of Lightning Country is difficult for Konan. She's never trained in high-altitudes, nor in such terrain. Yet, she is tasked with leading them so she ignores her waning stamina, something Kisame never seems to run out of. She takes a wide step up the hill and grabs onto a rock to pull herself up. It takes more energy than she expects. Clouds of ice slip between the folds of her veil as she catches her breath; and feels the sharp coldness in her lungs. She looks out across the trail they came from and sees a light cloud of… ash? It's coming from the mountains. Faint. 

Kisame catches up to her and looks up from below the boulder. Konan's hand is outstretched, catching the ephemeral tendrils of winter as they melt in her palm. She tips her head up towards the gray afternoon sky to see snowfall fluttering down in dusty specks. The veil of her sugegasa parts, spilling back a waterfall of white silk. She takes it off so she can feel the snowflakes melting on her cheeks. She never imagined them to be this soft. Like frozen cotton.

Beautiful.

Kisame can't help but notice how her lilac hair is the strongest color in this dull landscape. Her veil drags on the ground as she stands captivated.

Sensing his presence, Konan turns to him. "It doesn't snow in Amegakure." She explains, if only because she is self-conscious of her inexperience. "Does it in Water Country?"

"Yes." Kisame answers, looking at the snow collecting in her rose hair clip.

"Is it this cold there too?"

"Not all the time."

(Men are the worst at conversation, Konan's decided.)

Kisame looks up at the clouds. It's not so different from the patterns in Kirigakure, but in the absence of the ocean's influence and this high up… he's not sure how to predict the coming storm.

"Looks like it might turn into a blizzard. We should find shelter soon."

Konan thinks it wouldn't be the worst thing to see more snow, but she's also never been through a blizzard. If they are anything like floods, she would be wise to listen to her partner.

"Very well." She nods curtly and shakes the snow off her hat before donning it. They keep heading north, towards the permafrost line. She hopes they get lucky and find something soon. A tight ache settles in Kisame's chest as he realizes he pulled her away from her first snow. 

[soft-girl-musings]

enough of that noise, time to rewatch the bubble

[ginger1982]

I love him 🥹🥰

[queenofgone]

🖤┊ ❝ @brucieboy297​ ❤'ed for a birthday starter ❞┊ 🖤

The more serious the relationship was becoming over time, the more giddy Nat would be, sometimes for no reason, even if they were apart doing their professional obligations. On this night...she dreamed it would be one of the biggest nights of her life. Someone should have told her that certain dreams...had the chance to be broken, much like the birthday girl’s ambition after the underwhelmingly match ended as quick as it began.

Embarrassed and head hung low, she walked through the curtains without saying a word, nor did any of those standing in the area. All she wanted was to get the hell out of there or disappear into nothingness--- more of the latter. Nattie didn’t stop walking until she bumped into someone due to lack of paying attention. Before her inner anger could lash out the man who was the obstacle had her taken aback. “Bruce? I-I didn’t know y-you would be here?” The only reason she didn’t invite him to join her overseas was because he constantly had to make sure no threat no matter how trivial or severe it may be, Gotham was safe at all times. Tears filled her eyes as she couldn’t find the right words or any to say, him being there meant he saw everything which made her feel so ashamed.

[sakuraswordly]