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scealaiscoite · 3 months ago

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.☽༊˚ three hundred one-word prompts

¹⁾ balcony

²⁾ sunlight

³⁾ voicemail

⁴⁾ hillside

⁵⁾ tent

⁶⁾ lavender

⁷⁾ candle

⁸⁾ hipbone

⁹⁾ bandaid

¹⁰⁾ wrinkle

¹¹⁾ scar

¹²⁾ curtains

¹³⁾ armory

¹⁴⁾ shell

¹⁵⁾ bouquet

¹⁶⁾ necklace

¹⁷⁾ shotgun

¹⁸⁾ apricot

¹⁹⁾ cheek

²⁰⁾ floorboards

²¹⁾ jacket

²²⁾ bruise

²³⁾ flight

²⁴⁾ streetlight

²⁵⁾ carafe

²⁶⁾ lipstick

²⁷⁾ scars

²⁸⁾ poolside

²⁹⁾ cockpit

³⁰⁾ petals

³¹⁾ mirror

³²⁾ lawyer

³³⁾ cloudy

³⁴⁾ butcher

³⁶⁾ bleach

³⁷⁾ sawdust

³⁸⁾ crib

³⁹⁾ ribbon

⁴⁰⁾ wallet

⁴¹⁾ pearls

⁴²⁾ steam

⁴³⁾ chain

⁴⁴⁾ deckhand

⁴⁵⁾ whiskey

⁴⁶⁾ frost

⁴⁷⁾ lace

⁴⁸⁾ camping

⁴⁹⁾ bakery

⁵⁰⁾ traitor

⁵¹⁾ cherries

⁵²⁾ lightning

⁵³⁾ hide

⁵⁴⁾ tattoo

⁵⁵⁾ bonfire

⁵⁶⁾ reverse

⁵⁷⁾ passenger

⁵⁸⁾ speedboat

⁵⁹⁾ bare

⁶⁰⁾ concrete

⁶¹⁾ lieutenant

⁶²⁾ chili

⁶³⁾ tiptoe

⁶⁴⁾ office

⁶⁵⁾ skull

⁶⁶⁾ bikini

⁶⁷⁾ cabinet

⁶⁸⁾ lumber

⁶⁹⁾ laboratory

⁷⁰⁾ paint

⁷¹⁾ arch

⁷²⁾ bitter

⁷³⁾ staircase

⁷⁴⁾ priority

⁷⁵⁾ cell

⁷⁶⁾ subordinate

⁷⁷⁾ tapes

⁷⁸⁾ mangoss

⁷⁹⁾ bralette

⁸⁰⁾ whiplash

⁸¹⁾ syringe

⁸²⁾ cinnamon

⁸³⁾ tequila

⁸⁴⁾ garden

⁸⁵⁾ cigarette

⁸⁶⁾ sofa

⁸⁷⁾ rain

⁸⁸⁾ teammate

⁸⁹⁾ oleander

⁹⁰⁾ boss

⁹¹⁾ pillar

⁹²⁾ amethyst

⁹³⁾ footpath

⁹⁴⁾ driver

⁹⁵⁾ massage

⁹⁶⁾ stitches

⁹⁷⁾ jeans

⁹⁸⁾ brand

⁹⁹⁾ blackout

¹⁰⁰⁾ sunglasses

¹⁰¹⁾ lunar

¹⁰²⁾ velvet

¹⁰³⁾ captain

¹⁰⁴⁾ afternoon

¹⁰⁵⁾ ivy

¹⁰⁶⁾ salty

¹⁰⁷⁾ portrait

¹⁰⁸⁾ strawberries

¹⁰⁹⁾ torn

¹¹⁰⁾ cocktails

¹¹¹⁾ roommate

¹¹²⁾ bridge

¹¹³⁾ table

¹¹⁴⁾ hotel

¹¹⁵⁾ jasmine

¹¹⁶⁾ armchair

¹¹⁷⁾ satin

¹¹⁸⁾ bedsheet

¹¹⁹⁾ hedgerow

¹²⁰⁾ thigh

¹²¹⁾ cliff

¹²²⁾ gravel

¹²³⁾ apartment

¹²⁴⁾ keycard

¹²⁵⁾ coffee

¹²⁶⁾ babysitter

¹²⁷⁾ fire

¹²⁸⁾ chalk

¹²⁹⁾ hurricane

¹³⁰⁾ crickets

¹³¹⁾ amber

¹³²⁾ sherriff

¹³³⁾ lamplight

¹³⁴⁾ flag

¹³⁵⁾ airport

¹³⁶⁾ gasoline

¹³⁷⁾ cherub

¹³⁸⁾ clementine

¹³⁹⁾ scalpel

¹⁴⁰⁾ motel

¹⁴¹⁾ parish

¹⁴²⁾ lighter

¹⁴³⁾ highrise

¹⁴⁴⁾ crowbar

¹⁴⁵⁾ sundress

¹⁴⁶⁾ newspaper

¹⁴⁷⁾ screws

¹⁴⁸⁾ uniform

¹⁴⁹⁾ gold

¹⁵⁰⁾ buckshots

¹⁵¹⁾ coast

¹⁵²⁾ handcuffs

¹⁵³⁾ gunpowder

¹⁵⁴⁾ badge

¹⁵⁵⁾ orchids

¹⁵⁶⁾ chef

¹⁵⁷⁾ levee

¹⁵⁸⁾ tea

¹⁵⁹⁾ helicopter

¹⁶⁰⁾ cemetery

¹⁶¹⁾ ice

¹⁶²⁾ heirloom

¹⁶³⁾ tarpaulin

¹⁶⁴⁾ rural

¹⁶⁵⁾ sergeant

¹⁶⁶⁾ tsunami

¹⁶⁷⁾ lemon

¹⁶⁸⁾ debt

¹⁶⁹⁾ skyscraper

¹⁷⁰⁾ caramel

¹⁷¹⁾ hottub

¹⁷²⁾ rum

¹⁷³⁾ pet

¹⁷⁴⁾ tradition

¹⁷⁵⁾ perfume

¹⁷⁶⁾ bracelet

¹⁷⁷⁾ secretary

¹⁷⁸⁾ degree

¹⁷⁹⁾ braids

¹⁸⁰⁾ prescription

¹⁸¹⁾ invitation

¹⁸²⁾ cocoa

¹⁸³⁾ ransom

¹⁸⁴⁾ boxers

¹⁸⁵⁾ theatre

¹⁸⁶⁾ mascara

¹⁸⁷⁾ sand

¹⁸⁸⁾ collar

¹⁸⁹⁾ shoulder

¹⁹⁰⁾ lipgloss

¹⁹¹⁾ membership

¹⁹²⁾ heatwave

¹⁹³⁾ disco

¹⁹⁴⁾ cabin

¹⁹⁵⁾ popcorn

¹⁹⁶⁾ altar

¹⁹⁷⁾ radio

¹⁹⁸⁾ bayou

¹⁹⁹⁾ bodyguard

²⁰⁰⁾ glitter

²⁰¹⁾ mustache

²⁰²⁾ protector

²⁰³⁾ contacts

²⁰⁴⁾ bullets

²⁰⁵⁾ groceries

²⁰⁶⁾ raspberry

²⁰⁷⁾ microphone

²⁰⁸⁾ coconut

²⁰⁹⁾ villain

²¹⁰⁾ earlobe

²¹¹⁾ purse

²¹²⁾ flood

²¹³⁾ shot

²¹⁴⁾ windbreaker

²¹⁵⁾ granite

²¹⁶⁾ highway

²¹⁷⁾ eggshells

²¹⁸⁾ hoarse

²¹⁹⁾ chocolates

²²⁰⁾ trembling

²²¹⁾ buttercream

²²²⁾ rings

²²³⁾ holster

²²⁴⁾ briefcase

²²⁵⁾ wrist

²²⁶⁾ piercings

²²⁷⁾ cowboy

²²⁸⁾ ashes

²²⁹⁾ ankle

²³⁰⁾ neroli

²³¹⁾ orchard

²³²⁾ tires

²³³⁾ salmon

²³⁴⁾ peaches

²³⁵⁾ rooftop

²³⁶⁾ toast

²³⁷⁾ gala

²³⁸⁾ sage

²³⁹⁾ graduation

²⁴⁰⁾ reporter

²⁴¹⁾ belt

²⁴²⁾ antidote

²⁴³⁾ ship

²⁴⁴⁾ officer

²⁴⁵⁾ wine

²⁴⁶⁾ corridor

²⁴⁷⁾ cold

²⁴⁸⁾ hangover

²⁴⁹⁾ fingertip

²⁵⁰⁾ vintage

²⁵¹⁾ cupcake

²⁵²⁾ saviour

²⁵³⁾ gentleman

²⁵⁴⁾ loan

²⁵⁵⁾ hostage

²⁵⁶⁾ evergreen

²⁵⁷⁾ denial

²⁵⁸⁾ housewife

²⁵⁹⁾ riverbank

²⁶⁰⁾ marshmallows

²⁶¹⁾ books

²⁶²⁾ hockey

²⁶³⁾ lizard

²⁶⁴⁾ silver

²⁶⁵⁾ dinner

²⁶⁶⁾ pear

²⁶⁷⁾ bound

²⁶⁸⁾ waiter

²⁶⁹⁾ tender

²⁷⁰⁾ fallen

²⁷¹⁾ banquet

²⁷²⁾ announcement

²⁷³⁾ roast

²⁷⁴⁾ sneer

²⁷⁵⁾ exes

²⁷⁶⁾ stovetop

²⁷⁷⁾ brass

²⁷⁸⁾ clay

²⁷⁹⁾ valet

²⁸⁰⁾ schoolbus

²⁸¹⁾ exhausted

²⁸²⁾ field

²⁸³⁾ hoodie

²⁸⁴⁾ sugar

²⁸⁵⁾ palmtree

²⁸⁶⁾ burnt

²⁸⁷⁾ diner

²⁸⁸⁾ snake

²⁸⁹⁾ fever

²⁹⁰⁾ domestic

²⁹¹⁾ plaid

²⁹²⁾ wreck

²⁹³⁾ courtyard

²⁹⁴⁾ dozen

²⁹⁵⁾ earphones

²⁹⁶⁾ blueberry

²⁹⁷⁾ anklet

²⁹⁸⁾ shower

²⁹⁹⁾ venom

³⁰⁰⁾ lover

#for those of you who also need to find one singular Perfect word to get you to start writing. ily we are cursed to be like this 😔#prompts #one word prompts #one word prompt list #prompt list #writing prompts #writing exercise #rp meme #otp prompts #soft prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #aesthetic prompts #word prompts

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bebemoon · 8 months ago

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look for the name ROWAN (requsted by anonymous) | vivienne westwood red sheepskin and floral velvet jacket (a/w 1994), miu miu suede nappa leather micro mini skort, thistlethistle "phaser" ear cuff in bronze, miu miu leather and wood floral-detail open-toe platform heels, freckle farm "green + red" handmade necklace, freckle farm "twig" moonstone and opal handmade earrings, diptyque paris "tempo" eau de parfum, anna sui black leather sling bag, unearthen brass signet ring, unearthen brass measuring spoon set, hans christian andersen fairy tales first edition hardback (c. 1912), versus by gianni versace metal plate leather belt (c. 199o's) + vintage gold-tone orchid heart belt buckle, baserange "lima" rib over-ankle socks, gold-tone anklet w/ bells, beeswaxrubberstamps (on etsy) "bullfrog in water" mounted rubber stamp

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arkipelagic · 8 months ago

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Photographed by Gabriel Nivera for the May 2024 Issue of Vogue Philippines.

[Bundos Bansil Fara] is one of the three Tboli artists who were recognized as Manlilikha ng Bayan (GAMABA) or National Living Treasures in December 2023. The award is given to Filipinos whose “distinctive skills have reached such a high level of technical and artistic excellence and have been passed on to and widely practiced by the present generation.” … This is the first time a brass caster has been awarded since the GAMABA’s inception in 1992.

Brass casting is a skill learnt from one’s forebears, and Fara’s father and grandfather were all metalworkers. “I started in the process of brass casting when I was eight years old,” Fara says. Now 58, he has been working with molten materials for half a century. “My eyesight has gotten blurry.” Fortunately, he has a team of four sons working with him—one will be melting the wax, a mixture of beeswax, candle wax, and asphalt that forms a black putty; another will be tending to the blazing hot fires, fanning coals inside two holes in the ground, one for melting the metals, another for firing the clay molds.

Ginton is the Tboli god of metallurgy and the son of the supreme being Dwata. It is believed that he gifted the people with brass anklets, chain belts, rings, and swords—all of which still intricately adorn, protect, and tell the story of the Tboli today. As for the beginnings of brass, Fr. Gabriel Casal notes in his book T’Boli Art in its Socio-Cultural Context (1977), “The T’bolis give no indication of having ever possessed any knowledge of mining their own metals. These, they seem to have always obtained from old broken agong (gongs) or any of their other metal objects that break, and which they melt and re-employ for new substitutes.”

The recycling/upcycling of metals is still how Fara and other brass casters source their materials today. “We would melt down old gongs to create new items, but now there are many other things we can find at the junk shop, like padlocks, bullet shells, pipes.” The products they make are not strictly made of brass, but an alloy of brass, bronze, steel, and whatever else can be liquified in Fara’s smoldering hot pot.

(READ: Metal In The Blood: GAMABA Awardee Bundos Fara On The Craft Of Brass Casting by Audrey Carpio)

#mindanao #philippines #southeast asia #tboli #t’boli #metallurgy #indigenous peoples #lumad #lake sebu #vogue #fashion #x

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fanaticsnail · 1 year ago

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Siuil a Ruin

Series list here (two prior parts), Main Masterlist here.

Word Count: 4,376

Hello everyone! This is the finale for the short 3-part series I wrote for our lovely pink-haired cadet, Koby. I began it just as I loaded the poll up, feeling a particular way about completing the little series to get into the swing of it! I had a feeling I could pump out two before the year drew itself to a close. Next up: Mihawk x Warlord!Reader.

Song Accompaniment: Siuil a Run - Ella Roberts

Warnings: Drinking, kissing, flirting, singing, fluffy

The pink-haired cadet panted slightly at your ministrations before seeking your lips out once more with his own. While unbreaking this new and passionate entanglement of lips, he swiped your arms from atop his silken hair and brought his right hand up to cradle your face. Walking with the kiss forward, he spun you and shoved you gracefully against the pub wall. You gasped in surprise at this sudden display of dominance as he continued to press rough and desperate kiss after kiss against your lips, jaw and scatter them down to litter your neck with a flurry of passionate caresses.

Fluttering open your eyes in shock, a gentle gasp of surprise fell from your parted lips. Eyes glazed over, you enjoyed the feel of his body flush against yours in this sudden display of passion. You remained blissfully unaware of your surroundings, only being brought back as the doors of the pub flew open to reveal a small bustling group of regulars exiting from the door; drunkenly repeating the verse of the final song you sang as they stepped lightly down the steps.

As soon as the interruption occurred within the whisper of your memory, you were in turn brought back to reality with the call of your name from the joyful face of Hamish, the resident father of the ‘Merry Mellifluous Quint’.

“C’mon lass, keep up,” Hamish hushed a small reprimand at you, unbreaking in his strumming of the bouzouki to keep the accompaniment of the two vocalists currently joining in perfect melody and harmony. Saoirse, Isla, and Lauchlan continued to joyfully join their voices to the rhythm of the tune while dancing in synchrony atop the wooden banister of the stage you had travelled to.

Throughout the months, your band had grown in popularity exponentially. Flyers, pamphlets, posters, collectables, and many den-den-mushi calls had managed to spread the word of your five-piece band like wildfire flames through a feathered pillow factory. You were commissioned by sailors, shipmen, marines and even pirates to perform to the best of your ability; said ability being showcased with the production of even more flyers, pamphlets and den-den-mushi calls.

No matter how many performances you executed, nor the merging flurry of faces within the well-dressed and attuned sea-travelling men; at the small shine of a brass button atop the whitened breast of a marine’s jacket; your mind fled to the kiss you shared with the pink-haired cadet. It seemed no matter how many months passed from your embrace against the pub wall, you continued to feel the ghost of his kiss against your parted lips whether you were sleeping or waking. You had not entertained the idea of another man or woman approach you for courtship; your heart truly singing for the cotton-candy haired, circular spectacle-wearing cadet.

Shaking your head slightly from your illusionary kiss, you drew a smile to plaster itself joyfully against your lips and flung yourself into action. You joined with the tune, your voice dancing amongst the other wielders of vocal mastery. The belled anklet attached to your left foot jingled melodically along to the step of your feet, dancing in of itself along with your movements. You joined your gaze with Hamish, offering him a partial apology with the quirk of your bottom lip to cringe your teeth to the righthand side of your face. He shook his head at you, offering a small huffed laugh as he kept up his bouzouki playing.

As the crescendo of the melody drew itself to a close, the five of you took your bow. An uproar of applause rose to sing their praises to you all, vocal hollers and loud finger-whistles joined the clatter of joy amongst the clapping of hands. The amassment of marines at this base were particularly fond of your performance, many calling for another encore to draw your entertainment to a complete close. As you had already run out of songs to produce, and your exhaustion began settling in after performing several extended encores now, Hamish turned to you from his position standing beside you.

“I can barely feel my fingertips,” he grunted out a laugh, “they’re numb from the strum.” Giggling at his poetic comment, you placed a comforting arm against the widower’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I think it might be time to call it,” you whispered, nodding in confirming your own exhaustion. Turning to the other three members of the band, you all shared a look to indicate you were all completely done with your performance. As you raked your eyes once more over the crowd and Hamish sucked in a breath to call to the crowd; your own breath caught within your throat as your irises met with the broad, crinkled smile of a familiar pale-haired Vice-Admiral of the marines. His crow’s feet were prominently displayed atop the apples of his cheeks, his teeth all borne to the light with his lips enthusiastically singing praises of his own.

You immediately placed a firm hand atop Hamish’s chest to halt his final call, unbreaking your eyes from Vice-Admiral Garp’s location as you did so.

“What is it? What’s the matter?” Hamish’s eyes widened at your expression. Following your gaze, his lips parted and a light sigh exited his mouth at trailing your train of thought. He drew his strumming hand over to collect your wrist, and squeezed your hand in comfort. Chuckling, he uttered; “I could do one more slow one for you, lass.”

He stepped back behind you, nodding to Lauchlan and tapping his right foot in a slow beat; he plucked the strings of his bouzouki and winced through the numbing sensation it brought to his fingertips. Lauchlan beat his bodhran gently, nudging his twin sister Isla to draw out her hurdy-gurdy and lead the introduction of a new song you had worked hard on crafting. Upon the draw of the first tone of the mechanical strings, Saoirse drew out her tin-whistle and followed the melody line of the tune.

Smiling, you flung your crafted words of longing into the audience; in turn silencing their praises with your whispery voice. As your melody increased together, so did your heart sing its longing for the marine you had held months prior. You chose to close your eyes, focussing on the words you desired to relay onto the crowd with your haunting melody.

Your voice echoed in the silence, painting the air and atmosphere with your melodious intensity. Both Isla and Saoirse joined your melody within the swell of the lyrical chorus, the men choosing to remain silent with their voices to not break your enchanting call with their baritone vocals. Although you were not certain the prick of the ears the melody was intended for were present, you knew without a doubt his mentor was.

Reopening your eyes, you met your gaze with the crowd before you. All marines were held bewitched by your romantic ululation with their eyes firmly fixed on your own. To not break them from your enchantment, you chose not to scour the crowd with your hopeful eyes in search for the young cadet.

As the swell of your voice drew itself to a close, two blue eyes remained unblinking and wide beneath a headband and circular spectacles. At the sharp prod of an elbow jabbed against his ribs, Koby immediately snapping out of his daze to glare up at the towering figure of Helmeppo beside him.

“I told you, didn’t I Koby?” he taunted him with a slight tone of mocking. Koby scowled at the words of his peer, turning back to watch the performance of the Merry Mellifluous Quint.

“Perhaps you could finally add this little melody to your repertoire,” Helmeppo stooped lower to tower over Koby’s smaller stature, “while you’re doing sword drills with Bogard, you could even romance him with the serenade.”

In the months of distance falling between the two of you, Koby’s heart only ever swelled at mentions of you or your travelling group of minstrels. At each town Garp’s vessel was drew closed against to make port, he would halt his movements at a glimpse of the troop of minstrels’ faces lying plastered amongst the various wanted posters littering the many walls. He had even managed to get his fingers on a few records crafted of the Merry Mellifluous Quint, his favourites of the bundle were always where he could hear your voice featured more prominently.

His gaze was completely transfixed by your melodical lilting, his heart was almost screaming with its beaten rapidity for your eyes to meet against his. Wide, hopeful, anxious, and frantic; he continued to press his eyes firmly against your form.

You were just as beautiful as the day he first saw you, albeit your hair had gotten a little longer and your stage clothes were of finer make. His gaze fell to his uniform; looking to the variety of medals he had acquired in his training under the instruction of Garp and Bogard. A small air of anxiety washed over his chest, his heart rampaging against his ribcage at how much he had truly sprouted in his time absence from you. Would you still recognise him as the lowly cadet you shared a kiss with? Now with his rise in rank, would you offer him a similar fondness for him? Would such fondness for him be as strong as his was for you? Had you-… Had you moved on? Would you love him? These were the thoughts violently flinging them in waves against the cranium of the pink-haired marine.

“Shows over, Koby,” Helmeppo broke him from his circling thoughts with a firm grasp of his right shoulder, “Garp said he’s shouting us the first round at the tavern.” Koby snapped his gaze towards his peer, face completely serious and brows stooping lowly against his forehead. Helmeppo sighed, shaking his head at Koby’s apprehensive withdrawal.

“Fine,” Helmeppo rolled his eyes, Koby was sure, from their position below his eyewear, “If I can guarantee your little minstrel will be there, are you coming?” At that final jab, Koby immediately flung himself to the gravel road leading to the tavern Garp suggested taking a tankard or two at. Helmeppo laughed heartily at his action, a wide smile spreading across his lips as he trailed after him with equal enthusiasm.

Although the uproar of laughter was surrounding you, joyful glee fleeing from the lips of your four companions in response to an utterance of a marine close by, your eyes remained fixed on the swirling amber liquid sloshing at the bottom of your tankard as you clasped it within your fingertips. At the utterance of your name from Lauchlan, you rose your eyes to pierce them against his two green orbs.

“Stop behaving like such a sour-sop! Your voice tonight was amazing,” he commented cheerfully. Nods and ‘here-here’s were uttered from the surrounding crowd around the troop. You allowed a small smile to pull at your cheeks in response.

“Thank you, Lauchlan,” you nodded at him, tucking your hair behind your ears as you shoved the cascading strands behind your back to rid its presence in front of your face. Sitting next to you with another very vocal sigh of comfort and plopping several freshly poured tankards on the table, Isla nudged your shoulder and presented one of the metallic canisters in front of you. Seeing the playful glint in her eye, you drew your gaze to the widow in front of you who was currently engaged in a conversation with a marine officer at his side.

“I-…,” both you and Isla drew out an elongated emphasis of a common vocal melody, prompting Lauchlan and Saoirse to join in on the enunciated “I.” Hamish’s eyes widened, looking immediately to the four of his young proteges, immediately clutching one of the metal canisters.

“Don’t, you lot! I’m not ready!” He reprimanded you, smiling at you as he laced his fingers within the handle and drew the tankard up to his lips. Sharing one final look as you drew the “I” to a close, you began your melodical taunt.

“I like to drink with Hamish, ‘cos Hamish is our friend,” you could barely contain your giggle as Hamish began to touch his bottom lip to the brimming foam atop his tankard with haste, “I like to drink with Hamish, ‘cos Hamish drinks in ten, nine, eight-,” the four of you were laughing as you watched him struggle to gather heaped gulps of the amber liquid into his mouth, “-seven, six, five, four,” Hamish continued to struggle against the haste of the songs conclusion, “three, TWO, ONE!”

Hamish struggled to claim the bottom dregs of his tankard in time, coughing and sputtering in his haste to drain the liquid. You all laughed full heartedly at his struggle, drowning the final dregs of your first tankard with a smile plastered against your lips.

“Oh laugh it up, lass,” He nudged you while cleaning up the spluttered liquid pooling at his chin, “I’d like to see you do any better!”

“I’ll take you up on that challenge, Hamish!” you laughed, claiming the handle of one of the tankards and drew it up with a mischievous glint in your eyes. The familiar chorus of the “I-…” drew itself from not only your troop, but the surrounding marines littering the perimeter of the circular table around you.

“I like to drink with,” your name was scattered amongst those among you who knew it personally, the others just hummed out terms of endearment in their haste to watch you drink, “‘coz you are our friend. I like to drink with,” again, your name escaped the unfamiliar marines’ memory, but was mentioned by your troop of musicians, “because they drink in ten, nine, eight, seven-,” you tried as you might to not laugh at the amount of attention this action was drawing to you.

The door to the tavern opened, two young marines stepping into the tavern to witness you drowning yourself gleefully in ale.

Hollowing your throat, you managed to completely drain your tankard and place it upside down against the wooden, circular table before the crowd could even think the word “three – Are you joking? Who taught you that?” Hamish’s voice boomed over the rest of the gathering.

“You did, you old goat,” you laughed at him after you caught your breath. The table roared in joyful laughter at your comment, leaving Hamish scratching his chin thoughtfully with a nod of his head; uttering, “Aye, that I did lass.”

Cheers called at you, the firm hand of Saoirse clapping to your shoulder in respect to your drinking ability, prompting you to wave them off with a gesture of your hands. You wiggled against your position atop the barstool, swinging your legs over to the side to make your exit from the table. “Where are you going, love?” Lauchlan asked you, his brows furrowing in thought. You shot him a winning smile while continuing to exit the barstool.

“I’m going to celebrate my victory by getting another round, did you want one?” you laughed. Nodding enthusiastically, he drew his tankard to his lips; prompting his fiancé to begin a chorus of “I-…,” making him hastily consume the beverage with eagerness.

Too fixed on watching the interaction of Lauchlan and Saoirse amongst the marines and your other two band members, you stumbled your footing against drawing them to the floor from the high stool. You shot your hands out to clasp the closest thing to steady yourself against.

Although no halt in music, chatter and gleeful enthusiastic drinking had paused in any way; the world around you silenced as you were spun to a low stoop within the arms of an almost overeager marine. The world moved slower, your hair became untucked from behind your ear to dance over your shoulder from your dipped position within the firm grasp of-.

“-Koby?” your voice squeaked from your almost dance-like cradled position against the torso of a freshly medalled marine. You instinctively raised your hand up to find the smoothed cheek of the pink-haired cadet-. Your mind halted, your train of thought stopping within itself.

His eyes were wide, raising you slowly and steadying you on your feet. His expression was unreadable, his eyes widened slightly at your immediate presence drawn against him for the first time in months. Your lips were parted, cheeks flushed in embarrassment at your stumble. Caressing his cheek, your enthusiastic smile halted its rise against your cheeks. Immediately your mind raced with a thousand miniature and colliding thoughts.

He didn’t think of you. He’d moved on. He’s so beautiful. He’s not interested in you. His lips are so inviting. His eyes are as deep as the seas you’d travelled in your time apart. He’d never sought out communication. He hated you-.

“You’re here,” he whispered, circling your waist with his other hand and pulling you flush against his torso, “you’re actually here.”

“Is it really true?” you smiled again, joining his other cheek beneath your vacant palm and firmly moving his face beneath it to test his tangibility, “I thought I’d never see you again- mmmf!”

Your thoughts were silenced by the firmly pressed lips of the marine you had longed for. Months of pent up emotion, passion and anxiety falling from each other in enthusiastic waves as your lips collided against each other. All gasps from your parted lips, almost whimpers fleeing from his lips amongst his relieved groans; as your hands began to travel and roam each other’s forms.

“I thought about you-,” he gasped against your lips, trailing his eager mouth down your jaw to whisper in your ear, “-every single day.” You felt a cry of joy escape your lips, the bittersweet reunification of you and your marine drawing so many emotions from your form.

“You have never once fled from my mind,” he continued, showering your cheek and neck in a flurry of kisses, “not once, my love.”

“Nor you mine,” you sighed, your eyes falling half-lidded as you drew your arms up to circle behind his neck, “I was always seeking you out amongst the crowd. I- oomhf!” you squeaked as he hoisted you upwards, drawing his kiss-stricken lips against yours; both mouths swollen from the amount of pressure you pressed against one another.

“My love, I-,” Koby’s words halted in his mouth as the dawn of your reality cascaded back towards you. Wolf-whistles, cheers and rhythmic thumping of firm hands were joyfully egging you both on to continue your embrace. Immediately, a warmth spread against both of your faces; eyes widened and frantic at your own unbridled action. Upon placing you back onto the ground, Koby’s eyes immediately drew themselves against his co-apprentice’s naked gaze. His visor-like glasses had fallen to the floor, alongside his jaw lying perpendicular to the linoleum beneath his feet.

“S-So,” Helmeppo stuttered, addressing his peer, “you weren’t exaggerating when you said she liked you.”

“Good for you, lass!” Hamish’s voice boomed again from the table, prompting you to bashfully hang your head with a warm smile drawing itself against your cheeks. As if you both had the same train of thought: beginning at your pinkie fingers hooking together, you both laced the entire set of your hands against each other while keeping your eyes fixed on the ground.

From the corner of the room, Bogard leant over to utter into Vice-Admiral Garp’s ear in a low tone, “There was no accident at choosing this port, was there sir?” Garp drew his tankard to his lips, a smile twinkling at his crows-feet to playfully ignite his lips as he consumed the beverage.

“No, it was certainly no accident,” Garp uttered in a similar cadence after removing the tankard from his lips, “Hopefully this spurs him to train harder.”

“And in a similar hope,” Bogard smirked, “perhaps he’ll get a line of communication going to contact them from time to time. Get more melodies for him to haunt Helmeppo with.”

“Agreed,” Garp confirmed with a similar smirk.

Koby rose your laced hand up to his lips, a small and apprehensive caress of them joining tenderly against your knuckles, you tilted your chin slightly to gaze coyly from your eyes.

“Can I get you a drink?” he whispered quietly, “From memory, I think it’s my round next. Also, I have something for you.” Your brows knitted in curiosity, turning your body completely to face him.

“What did you-,” your words were halted once again at the presentation of his cadet’s hat from its place within his satchel.

“You can wear it when you perform, if you like. I-I-,” his words were halted again as a rosy blush again rose to his cheeks, “-I saved it for you.” You gasped, a cheerful smile rising once more to litter your lips with naught but sunshine. Koby immediately melted, his sigh escaping as you bobbed your head down lowly for him to place the object against your crown. He slowly placed the hat atop your head, never breaking his laced fingers from their place within your own.

“I’ll treasure it always, my love,” you sighed, raising from your stoop and placing your hand once more against his cheek, “And in turn, the song I last performed was crafted for you. All of my soul was within that piece, my heart laid out within its words. I don’t know if you managed to catch the performance.”

Koby took a moment to silence his rapidly beating heart, taking his bottom lip within his teeth to stifle his nerves. After breathing slowly, he raised his voice slowly to sing your own words back to you. Your heart soared high as his melody carried him, the rhythmic pattern beating painfully hard within your chest.

He was singing your soul back to you, his untrained vocals carrying a hesitancy as he sang. It moved you, body and soul; emotion pouring from your face as your lips parted in a daze. As he completed a small portion of the song, his face flushed again at watching your expression.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very good, but I mmmfh-!” you couldn’t allow him to finish his words, drawing him in for another passionate kiss. You furrowed your brows, claiming his entire body against your own by tugging at the collar of his marine jacket. His eyes were wide, darting between focus on your closed eyes. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of your joy, smiling himself into the kiss as his eyes once again fell shut.

You were his, and he was yours once again; calls and cheers echoing within the tavern at your romantic expression before their attention was once again drawn to the table the Merry Mellifluous Quint members. A familiar echoing voice of Lauchlan began a drawn out tone of: “I-…,” encouraging the marines and his musical partners to draw in their own vocals. Hamish’s eyes widened as he witnessed all those surrounding him fixed on his face.

“Wait, not again!” He cried out in panic.

“I like to drink with Hamish, ‘cos Hamish is our friend. I like to drink with Hamish, ‘cos Hamish drinks in TEN, NINE, EIGHT-,” the voices all joined in melody, panic and frantic fingers searching the table for a single drink in response to the jovial taunt.

“I haven’t even got a drink, fellas! Someone remedy that, quick!” Hamish again cried out.

Both you and Koby couldn’t hold your laughter against each other’s lips, drawing yourself away from each other’s faces to fling your laughter amongst the crowd. You allowed your fingertips to once again find the small, pink curls at the nape of Koby’s neck and massage your fingers against his scalp. He groaned into your touch once his laughter stifled, prompting your glazed over, half-lidded eyes to once again fall to him.

“Yeah, go on. Laugh it up, kids,” Hamish said, his acquired drink spilling itself down his shirt for the second time today, “You, pink-haired marine that’s holding my beautiful vocalist,” Koby’s back straightened at his addressal.

“Yes, sir?” Koby’s reactionary salute prompted him to remove himself fully from you. Hamish chuckled at his maneuver, waving off his call to him.

“You don’t have to unhand her, she’s not mine to order about,” his chortle prompted the remainder of your troop to join in with their cheerful laughter, “but be fair warned, marine-.”

“-Koby,” you corrected the widow addressing him with a stern warning in your tone, Hamish presenting his palms up and tilting his head in response.

“Koby, then,” he corrected himself, “you’re up next.”

“W-What?” Koby stuttered out, seeking your eyes with his surprised gaze. You reacted quickly, thrusting Saoirse’s full beer into his hand as you began joining in with the echoes of the beginning of the call: “I-…”

Koby didn’t hesitate and rose the liquid to his lips immediately, prompting laughter to erupt in the tavern at his hasty relinquishment of the amber beverage within his throat. Your eyes glazed over as your sights met with the heavy gulping bobs of his Adam’s apple as he downed the liquid.

“Good grief, lad!” Hamish called out to you, “we haven’t even started the stupid melody yet!”

Koby placed the empty tankard against the table upside down, his smile rising to his face as his cheeks flushed at the rapidity of the alcohol pooling in his belly.

“That was nice,” he praised the flavour of the alcohol while circling your waist with his hand. He drew you in close to him, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “Do you fancy another, or would you like to walk with me a bit?”

You giggled at his words, looking over to your band and nodding your farewell to the four of them for the evening. Koby sought out the awaiting eyes of his mentors, them raising their glasses to him in dismissal for the evening.

“Let’s go, marine,” you purred your voice at him, removing his hand from your waist and claiming his palm against your own. Instinctively lacing his fingertips once more within your own, he began tugging you towards the exit of the tavern to see where the night would take you both.

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gamerknight7310 · 5 months ago

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Collab Box: Electric Bugaloo

Hey y'all, me and @celestiall0tus have collab together and have made a box of miraculouses filled with random concepts that we spun on a wheel. We had so much fun making this box, and I hope you like the chaos that we have created.

Jellyfish Miraculous

Pearl Necklace

Hush

Silence

Quiet - When activated, the user creates a bubble void of sound.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Silk Veil Fans

Owl Miraculous

Coin

Stolas

Death

Judgement - When activated, the user writes down the name of a target and the cause of death in their grimoire and eventually the target will die.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Grimoire

Cicada Miraculous

Diadem

Vida

Reincarnation

Expunge - When activated, the user erases the name in their grimoire in order to bring that person back to life.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Grimoire

Ant Miraculous

Circlet

Civitas

Order

Conform - When activated, the user sets things to their standard of Order.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Sword

White Butterfly Miraculous

Earrings

Luminara

Soul

Deliver - When activated, the user can receive and deliver messages from either living or departed souls.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Offering Bowl

Orangutan Miraculous

Necklace

Sage

Enlightenment

Awaken - When activated, the user is in a state of hyper awareness that allows them to remove mental boundaries and limitations to carry out whatever they put their mind to.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Staff

Lion Miraculous

Ring

Regal

Ambition

Fulfillment - When activated, the user becomes an unstoppable force that can't be defeated unless their purpose is fulfilled.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Shield

Automaton Miraculous

Googles

Ethos

Morality

Shift - When activated, the user can shift the morality of their target.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Wrench

Sloth Miraculous

Armlet

Lethara

Loneliness

Isolate - When activated, the user banishes their target into the void.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Ice Axe

Mandarin Duck Miraculous

Hair Comb

Aurelia

Beauty

Mesmerize - When activated, the user put their target in a stupor.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Fan

Manatee Miraculous

Shell Necklace

Serena

Peace

Serenity - When activated, the user creates a field of tranquility which negates all hostility.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Whistle

Dolphin Miraculous

Bracelet

Amica

Friendship

Befriend - When activated, the user can make an ally out of a target, seeing the user as a friend.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Ribbon Wand

Spider Miraculous

Anklet

Weavira

Destiny

Negate - When activated, the user can negate powers in effect.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Lasso

Honey Badger Miraculous

Pendant

Vex

Contempt

Berserk - When activated, the user becomes filled with hatred and tunnel visions on their target.

"Transform Me!" "Turn me Back."

Brass Knuckles

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crushes-georg · 1 year ago

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Affectations

Word count: 480

Ship: None – interactions btwn Aurelia (s/i) and V/ox M/achina

Warnings: none

Uhhhhh lil minific below the cut... tiny bit of backstory for one of Aurelia's character quirks + the party's response 👉👈

"...and... there you have it. That's why I'm so obsessed with my jewelry."

Aurelia's voice was quieter than usual as she spoke to the party. An offhand comment from a stranger was all it took – something about how typical it was for a dragon to hoard trinkets and baubles it didn't need. That was all it took for the usually reserved and polite dragonborn to utterly burst into tears in the middle of the quiet street.

She'd told them everything, once they'd gotten somewhere they could all rest – how she, a dragonborn child growing up among human peers, not once ever seeing another like her, always the subject of their hatred. Always told to keep herself small and quiet, to never once make herself stand out lest she become even more of an outcast. To just behave.

"I wear all this jewelry..." Aurelia sighed, tipping her head down, leading the various earrings and cuffs on her crest to jingle slightly, as she idly toyed with a pair of bangles on her wrist, "because it's the best thing I can do to really be me. It... it lets me be myself, when nothing else will let me."

That was last week. Since then, Aurelia had noticed a strange abundance of jewelry in her travel box that she didn't ever recall owning before. A big, thick brass armband that... appeared to have been made from a barrel band, was the first one that appeared. Next was a simple gold ring, inlaid with a small red gem; a plain but beautiful thing, for certain. A few days later, a very obviously stolen bejeweled anklet had found its way into her belongings – and a day after that, a gorgeous dragon-designed lapel pin that seemed to glitter and spark as if touched by magic.

But what stood out the most, however, came much later. It was so plain that it nearly went unnoticed amongst her various affectations in her travel box, but Aurelia found it late one evening as she was removing her earrings and pendants for the night to bed.

She plucked the trinket up with a single clawed finger, and examined it carefully. It was a simple, thin cord, clearly sturdy but rather plain, with a small metal clasp. What truly made her take pause, however, was the charm affixed to it – a single, empty metal casing, hardly the width of her thumbnail, had been knotted to hang from the cord as a small pendant.

Aurelia could feel warmth pooling beneath her scales as she held the bullet pendant as carefully as possible in her hands, and as she removed the rest of her jewelry for the night, that pendant remained on – she even fell asleep wearing it.

Aurelia knew right then and there, without a shadow of a doubt, that this was by far her most beloved piece in her jewelry collection.

#sci writes #sci inserts #si: aurelia #lil bit of aurelia pining over percy if you squint #also can yall guess who gifted which jewelry piece #uehe

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sa-waai · 2 years ago

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The origin of anklets. Dear uneducated African culture promoter and morality police: Anklet or Ankle chain is deeply rooted in African culture before becoming a fashion piece in modern times. It doesn’t portray indecency sometimes a simple research would help you. Ankle chain wearing is dated far back to ancient Egypt it was worn to show a woman’s social status in society or symbol of wealth. Ankle chains determine the marital or social status of the wearer. And it also determines the wealth of the family to which one belongs. In Ivory Coast Among the Senoufous, this jewel is worn during initiatory rites, funerals or certain festivals. It is made mostly of bronze, lost wax, brass. In Burkina Faso or Congo it is use as a wedding gift. When a young woman is going to get married, ankle bracelets are offered to her as a dowry. For example, in the Congo, the bridegroom gives his future wife several pairs of bracelets to the feet (about 5) before he can discuss the marriage. In Liberia and Ghana is worn by the traditional cultural dancers. It’s is also use as a beauty statement piece for women to wear beads around their necks, arms, wrist, waist, and ankles. While you using wearing ankle chain as a measurement for bad parenting and indecency. Let it be known wearing these carefully selected African beads around my ankle is a symbol of my African Heritage. It’s me reclaiming my African culture, showing off the queen that I am. A lot of you are fed watered down history influence by western culture to have you feeling your own culture is barbaric and lose your African identity. In some cases it was worn as an identity of your ethnicity which was stripped of Africans as they were captured as slaves. Knowledge is free Ignorance is expensive Credit: Kobe Akosah https://www.instagram.com/p/CpN6p0tDCShOv8xX1_arVbgc9tdpN3j9okRqVU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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gargijewellery · 2 years ago

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heaven-is-in-your-arms-series · 1 year ago

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Like some Victorian gentleman, I can't resist a flash of ankles 😆

Anklets

This is a piece of jewellery that I have always loved, whether they are solid rings often made of gold, silver and brass or the flexible chain versions that sometimes come with little bells so you can make a tinkling sound when you walk, I adore them all.

The first time I ever saw ghungroo, the dancing bells worn by classical Indian dancers, I became obsessed with them. They are used to accentuate the rhythmic aspects of the dance and enable the audience to hear the complex footwork.

There is plenty of historical evidence for anklets being used as ornamentation as well as in dance for hundreds of years.

In Thai dance the anklets help to draw attention to the dancers footwork as well as serving as a historic reminder that in ancient times, men also wore anklets as a sign of status in some cultures.

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thewholecrew · 1 year ago

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@headstrongblake asked: what makes them the most happy? do they wear jewelry, if so, what’s their staple?? what do they smell like either from their cologne, perfume, shower items, YKNOW?? bedtime/night time routine?? / feeling nosey about the kids

WELL. wow these are some hard hitters. let's see what we can answer. what makes them the most happy? see now thats the deepest question you could have asked. MOST happy? we're gonna answer that one last because i don't think half of my kids know that lol.

do they wear jewelry, if so, what's their staple?

kassy is a jewelry fiend, she lives her life in excess so she's almost always got at least three pairs of every kind of jewelry; necklaces, bracelets, rings, earrings. she always has her nose piercings in; a stud on the left, and a septum piercing she gets later on. she also loves to wear body jewelry around her waist and chest, summer anklets, the girl just loves to decorate herself. i'd say 9/10 times it's gold jewelry. her staple though is probably her huge hoop earrings and millions of rings.

grant doesn't wear any jewelry, he only wears a watch. he probably wouldn't wear any jewelry unless there was sentimental reasons behind it. i think the most he'd wear is a wedding ring and maybe a thin chain/dog tag kind necklace.

alec doesn't wear much jewelry but he does wear chokers and necklaces like that on occasion. he wouldn't mind dressing up / being dressed up in jewelry for a partner or for photos but he think's he far too clumsy to wear necklaces that are long in case they get caught. he's definitely open to more jewelry if friends or partners gift him any and would probably wear them indefinitely. but yeah, alec's staple is just a simple choker, maybe sometimes with a little heart decoration or bell.

rev has their ears pierced, wearing simple diamonds or black triangle studs, and wears a long gold necklace of a crescent moon that they usually tuck under their shirt. but that's about all the jewelry they'll wear on a daily basis. dressing up for specific / fancier events they're interested in ear jewelry that curves around and decorates the whole ear, whether feathers, or a dragon, or fancy designs or it's pointed like elf ears, etc. they also have brass knuckles though they rarely use it.

nate doesn't wear any jewelry. he's not opposed to it, he just prefers to pawn any jewelry he has off for money. he does like the look of a chain though.

what do they smell like either from their cologne, perfume, shower items?

kassy will always smell absolutely delicious, she has an array of flavours but her shower items are heavy with jasmine, vanilla, honey clementine and peaches. she has a perfume she wears occasionally that has a bit of a sandalwood scent to it along with a mix of burbon vanilla. there's also hints of coconut since she moisturizes both her scalp and skin with it.

grant smells like woodland pine which is a cologne he uses. there are however also hints of gunpowder, firewood smoke, whiskey, and blood.

alec tends to love clean, fresh scents and super foamy body wash so he often will smell very fruity. hints of citrus; orange, grapefruit and mango with hints of aloe and lemongrass.

rev probably smells very earthy since they usually spend a lot of time in the forest. moss, rich mulch, pine. very much has that early morning outdoor air type smell clinging to them. along with probably hints of blood and well on the occassion wet dog but, ya know. that's only when they actually are a wet dog.

nate probably smells like a mix of aftershave and a light smelling deoderant of citrus and cedarwood.

bedtime/night time routine??

kassy usually tries to keep her routine consistant and since she's a big skincare girly, she spends time removing her make up, washing her face to her shoulders (because that counts as skincare) with a handful of products, using a face mask as she brushes her teeth. she also will make sure to moisterize before bed each night and occassionally she'll take a bath before bed jsut to unwind and relax.

grant usually will shower before bed if he's been busy, but aside from that nothing out of the ordinary. he'll check the locks, make sure all his dishes are clean and maybe read a bit before sleeping.

alec's night routine is pretty simple as well, he'll wash his face with a few products (picked out by kassy), make sure his plants are watered, brush his teeth, make a tea for his grandma and hop into bed. occassionally his nights will end a little nsfw since he's a horny devil but then he'll sleep like a little angel.

rev tends to go to bed pretty late since as soon as its dark they often like to shift and stay in the forest. chase deer, roll in the dirt, dig holes, simply just be as animalistic as they can. they feel more at peace with their body when in beast form. so sometimes they'll sleep out there like that or change just to throw themselves in bed without much of a routine at all, save that for the morning.

nate doesn't really have an extensive routine, simply just brush his teeth, shower if he needs to, hop into bed in just a pair of briefs and he's good to go. he doesn't really read or anything like that so usually it's right to sleep.

what makes them the most happy?

kassy: feeling needed/wanted, helping those she loves, laying out on a beach, having someone she can casually make out with and who's hair she can play with, sipping drinks and having food served to her. her peace and freedom. real connection and feeling safe around someone who brings colour to her world. making art with or of someone(s) in a bright and sunny room, music playing and silence to idle chichat as they focus.

grant: feeling good enough, casual and soft touches during lazy mornings. creating a family who he loves, who he makes sure knows he loves them. going camping to sight see incredible locations and stargaze. hearing i love you. hearing i'm proud of you. unexpected embraces. no longer needing a second chance.

alec: helping and pleasing and servicing his loved ones. making meals and baked goods for people. being surrounded by flowers; in gardens, in homes, to sell, to grow, to smell, to decorate with. being accepted for who he is. being absolutely destroyed in the bedroom but cared for sweetly afterwards. being in love and all that comes with it; the butterflies, the romantic dates, first kisses, the heartbreak.

rev: being in their wolf form, not having to worry about their gender dysphoria. being with the one person they love. seeing their brother happy. fighting like the bloodthirsty devil they can be.

nate: finding his soulmate. making good friendships where they can be themselves, be silly, lean on one another. being a good husband and dad. making people laugh when times are difficult. live through thrilling experiences, feel the adrenaline of running from the cops after a heist. a late night drive with the windows open whipping down the highway only to pull over miles later to make out in the back seat. being embraced into a group that could feel like family.

#MY BRAIN #headstrongblake #alec cross: about.#kassy harwell: about.#grant ward: about.#ryan everheart: about.#nathan bishop: about.

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