#but they both probably love doing intricate braids and such

[kittenfangirl20]

*Adam was so happy to see that they were all so happy, he turned and gave a gentle smile to Lucifer, he was with the man he was always meant to be with*

Adam: I am so happy that I am with you, that has been my dream ever since I was first created. To have you love me the way I love you, also to make a family with you as well.

*Lucifer was so amazed that this man wanted him and only him, he felt so blessed to have someone so beautiful love him this was and give him children they would probably have more coming, the only good thing that came from his marriage to Lilith was Charlie and even then Adam was more of a mother to Charlie than Lilith was, Adam would fix up Charlie’s in these beautiful intricate braided hairstyles, Lucifer was amazed that Adam could do it when he always kept his hair short, Adam chuckled and said he has quite a few daughters, both on Earth and in the form of the Exorcists, he had to learn how to fix long hair, the next Adam was surprised to see lots of cards and presents for him, he looked through them and smiled*

Adam: I guess Lute told my other girls I survived, they gave me lots of presents to show me how happy that are that I am still alive.

*Adam wiped away some happy tears, he didn’t realize that he was so loved in Heaven, there were even presents from his children with Eve who made it to Heaven*

Lucifer: It is easy to love you, you are amazing.

Adam: That makes me happy you feel that was, they babies are so cute playing with the wrapping paper.

*the little baby dragons excitedly grabbing the wrapping paper and showing it to their parents, Adam didn’t know what he would do if something happened to his babies especially since Lilith was still around*

@talesfromawannabejournalist

Dragon Adam au

Extermination day was harsh it had been a defeating blow to all exorcists. For even if they managed to kill a handful of the filth in battle they had still lost over half of their sisters, and one leader of the exorcists.

Adam's death had been the main tragedy among all the casualties. Especially for Lute, and Sera and Emily when she told them. They mourned up in Heaven for their lost son, brother, and friend.

What they didn't know then was that Adam and the fallen exorcists' souls had not been completely lost.

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Adam couldn't remember feeling this bad before in his entire afterlife. His life on Earth was full of pain and suffering, but up in Heaven the only pain he had ever known was emotional. This last extermination day really put him through the ringer. He tried recalling what happened, but it was all a blur. It didn't matter however, in spite of the pain coursing through his entire being he attempted at sitting up. He needed to get back home.

However, as he got up, he for some reason felt taller. Opening his eyes, blinking away the blurry vision, he looked down at his feet, and was met with the sharp black claws on giant scaly feet.

He yelped jumping up and down and trying to get away from his own feet. He ended up shaking the ground along with him. Or what he assumed was ground. He looked around and realized very quickly that he was nowhere near the hotel. In fact, from the looks of it, he appeared to be in some kind of cave. He heard a dripping sound and dashed towards it. If it there was enough water, there would be enough of a reflective surface for him to understand what was wrong with his body. He found a small puddle of water that while didn't show his whole body it did show him his face. A monster was staring right back at him.

A world-shattering roar was heard all throughout the land and echoed in all seven rings.

(Remember that ask about Adam respawning as a dragon and his girls as harpies after he died? Well, this is it)

(Yes, I am excited about this one)

*Adam felt tears fall from his eyes, he knew he wasn’t much to look at lately, but now he was a monster, he couldn’t go back to Heaven like this, he covered his body with his wings as he trembled, but he heard something or someone approach him, he looked over and saw a bunch of bird like women approach him to comfort him, his eyes widened when he started to recognize traits from his girls that were cut down in battle, they had become monsters as well*

Adam: What happened?

*at least he still had his voice, but when one of his girls tried to speak only a bird like screech came from her beak, Adam gently caressed her face with his claw*

Adam: This happened because the Sinners fought back, they turned us into monsters. They must suffer.

*the now bird like women let out happy screeches with Adam’s roar joining them, a week later all of Pentagram City was thrown into mass chaos, Cannibal Town burned to the ground, all there were killed except for their leader Rosie, all the citizens saw was an army of harpies lead by a dragon, the harpies started tearing apart anyone who got in their way as the dragon started to set everything on fire, Lucifer looked at the ruins confused*

Lucifer: Do you know why something this would happen?

Rosie: No, they were like a family to me and now they are all dead.

*Lucifer didn’t understand why a dragon with a bunch of harpies would want to attack just Cannibal Town and just leave, he looked at the image of the dragon, it was a large black dragon with glowing gold orbs for eyes, he didn’t know why, but there was something familiar about the dragon*

@talesfromawannabejournalist

[wanderer-clarisse]

have a lil sketch of the finwean brothers! while I'm still working on the other requests :>

[rooksamoris]

I've come to humbly request and spread propaganda for Jamil L/N.

Jamil taking his s/o's name strikes 3 birds with one stone: freedom from the Asims (you can't tell me there hasn't been a single Viper who didn't marry into another family and adopt their trade), freedom to marry the love of his life, and guaranteeing freedom for his descendants. Depending on how things go with Najma, they could erase the Viper name and, by extension, their servitude.

Also how does he react being called Mr.L/N?

💞 — in which jamil marries you and takes your last name.

💞 — jamil viper x reader

💞 — warnings: none, this is pure fluff and romance

💞 — 1.2k words. i ended up writing a mix of drabbles and headcanons <33 your propaganda turned into me making even more propaganda for this idea. honestly, seems very plausible that he would do something like this.

“I’ll take your last name. If we want to get married, I have to take your name, or else you’d be stuck serving with me,” Jamil said, breaking the silence. His eyes remained on the book in his lap, looking through the various pictures from his parents’ wedding. He would be wearing his father’s old garments. 

The man had an intricate belt with a jambiyah (dagger) tied around the waist of his thobe (long dress-like garment), and his hair was done in various braids with a shemagh (men’s headscarf) tied over it. He had a few ornate pieces of fabric draped over him like a cape and a spot of henna on the inside of his palm. The usual kohl (eyeliner) was a bit smudged from all the festivities—Jamil had never seen his father look this happy. 

His mother was dressed similarly, with old pieces of gold and silver jewelry about. Her big earrings had matched the rings his father wore, and she had kohl drawn on both her eyes and her chin, in the shape of ancient tattoos. Here hair had scented plants interwoven in the strands, and Jamil wondered if he should do the same with his hair, draping a shemagh over it. It seemed like something you would enjoy, and he would enjoy you taking them out at the end of the night. He spoke again, “What do you think of that?” he asked, concerning him taking your name.

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, flipping the page to another picture of his parents’s wedding, this one featuring his mother shyly lifting a piece of her sitara (long piece of fabric with various designs which directly translates to ‘curtain’) to hide her face from her husband, “I think it's a wonderful idea.”

🩷 — Taking your last name was probably the best decision he could have made. He indulged in the marriage festivities with you for both your sake and his parent’s sake. What he was excited about was signing the contract that officially gave him your surname—freeing him from the shackles of the Viper clan.

🩷 — He did it after the festivities when it was just the two of you guys and the imam as well as a legal advisor. You both were still in the wedding clothes, sitting on an ornate rug with a little table in front of you. 

🩷 — Jamil could feel the tremors of his heart in his hand as he lifted the pen and signed his name beside yours. This time, Viper was nowhere to be found.

🩷 — With that, Jamil shook hands with the imam and then handed the page to the legal advisor to be put in the Scalding Sands’s records. It all felt so surreal. He glanced over his shoulder to see you gleefully talking to the imam about the marriage and showing off your wedding band. 

🩷 — It was a thin gold ring that he had made with the antiquities left by his family. Nothing fancy—he wanted to give you diamonds, and yet you were so smitten with it and him.

Once nightfall came, Jamil lay beside you in your bed. A bed for the both of you. It was a bed he bought under his new name, Jamil (L/N), under the surname you gifted him. His charcoal eyes watched as you sat down at the edge of the bed, your night robe dipped down your back. It matched his nightgown, save for the patterns. He helped you fall in love with the comfortable garb of his homeland.

You turned slightly to see him, your eyes growing tender at the sight of him all disheveled. This was a sight just for you, “What are you thinking about?” you asked, reaching out to take his hand.

Jamil pulled you closer to him by your hand, forcing you to lay on top of him. He kissed your knuckles, “Thinking about you, hayati (my life),” he muttered, before letting his hand trail up your arm and to the back of your neck. His gaze had softened and his features relaxed, “Thank you,” 

You did not need to ask why he thanked you. You knew he felt indebted to you for being patient with him and becoming his spouse. You gave him the greatest gift ever, freedom. Free to be yours, free from Kalim Al-Asim. You freed his descendants… he would spend the rest of his life as your husband, repaying you with kisses across your skin and warm meals in your belly.

🩷 — It takes him a long time to get used to his new name, as well as his newfound freedom. After your wedding, he takes you out to do many of the things he could not do before, such as travel to another country, but even simple things like going out to parks.

🩷 — He did not have to worry about Kalim anymore, just your and his enjoyment.

🩷 — Jamil still has yet to get used to being called by your surname. When he notices it, he is filled with a smug and quiet pride, but most of the time he just ends up ignoring whoever is calling for him, or glancing over at you in confusion, thinking that they are speaking with you and not him.

🩷 — This was particularly apparent when it came to the reunion at Night Raven College.

🩷 — He did not want to go, but he could not reject you either. You were excited about seeing your silly friends, and who was he to stop you from going? Instead, he just sighed and went along with you, standing off to the side and watching as you ran about to gather Ace and Deuce, as well as greeting your other friends.

“If it isn’t the new Mr. (L/N),” Azul approached his former classmate with a suave grin. He had grown up, but it was clear he still kept that usual ‘evil businessman’ charm to him. His suit was freshly pressed and his hair, which had grown a bit, was brushed back neatly. Though, he was still wearing the same thin-rimmed glasses.

Jamil turned around when he heard your surname being called, and it took him a moment to realize what was happening. He was your husband. Sure, he remembered your wedding—he carried a picture from it all the time, but it was still strange hearing it affirmed by someone else. He tried to hide how happy he was to hear it behind a raised brow and his usual frown, “What do you want, Azul? My spouse isn’t going to be pulled into one of your schemes anymore,” he said, arms crossed.

Azul laughed at that, tilting his cane a bit as he leaned away from Jamil, “You wound me, Jamil. As if I would try anything like that anymore,” he replied, and the irony was not lost on him at all. Instead, he sighed and watched as Jamil’s eyes found your figure again. You were chasing Epel around, trying to get a hug from your old friend. It was just like before, except now you wore a ring from Jamil and he wore a name from you.

“You don’t seem so poor and unfortunate now,” Azul said.

Jamil could not bite back the slight twitch of his lips, “Not at all.”

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hihi! I went on anon cause my main blog is strictly sfw, but I promise I'm an adult(29). Anyways, I had this idea of Ascended Astarion teasing Tav/Reader in front of a mirror. He can't see himself, but loves the way Tav/Reader shudders under his touch and them getting more and more embarrassed because all they can see is themselves getting riled up by seemingly nothing, but when they look down, ofc they see his hands working magic across their body.

Lol ty for the clarification and ask! I've been needing some nsfw practice!

Ascended Astarion nsfw under the cut, 18 + warnings. Like this is not implied smut. It is smut, graphic. Possessive, obsessive, manipulative, bad vampire man who loves you. As much as he's capable of. Morally gray human Tav from the start to here. It's only downhill from here baby, m/f angle. But if that doesnt fufill the dream let me know and I can make a gender neutral/ gender nonspecfic no prob! And probably less intense too because this is angsty~~~

Like I went ham, this is a whole ass fic now💀

You frowned at yourself in the bedroom mirror, adjusting your hair for the umpteenth time. It still didn't look right, despite what felt like hours of practice that you'd put into the intricate style.

You sighed as let one of your braids fall down, dissatisfied with what you saw. You didn't exactly look the part of an all-powerful vampire's consort, or at least not with the company you've recently been keeping. But it turned out a significant part of taking over Baldur's Gate was trenched in politics, meetings, balls, social events created for the sole purpose of mind games.

It was exhausting, or at least it was for you. But Astarion seemed to take to it like a duck to water. This life suited him, one of power games and subterfuge, and more often than not, murder. Not that you minded. You were just happy that he was having fun. That he was finally free after all of those years of torment. Even if he was using that freedom for… less than savory ends.

But despite his goals, you had sworn to him that you would never stray. And you intended on making good on that promise.

You just wished that he didn't insist on you being there for all of his "business". You hadn't realized how literal he had been about the whole sitting in his lap plan. It had taken a half-hour conversation to even convince him that no, you would not be doing so in the nude. He still hadn't given up on convincing you off that plan, but you highly doubted that it would help with your current level of heightened insecurity.

Maybe you were worrying for no reason. It wasn't Astarion who made you feel out of place. Well… it was, but not because of anything he did. Just… who he had become. He was so different now, so much colder to everything and everyone but you. More calculating, less forgiving, and just perfect for working with the most dangerous individuals in the mortal plane.

You seemed to be the only living thing he could relax around anymore, the only person who could soften him. It was strange really. You used to remember his softer side, before the ritual. The way his heart would hurt for children and animals alike, despite his failed attempts to hide it. His soft spot for Karlach, those who were brave and brazen, always willing to do the right thing despite the risks. The kind smile he used to have, reserved for beautiful things like the sunrise, the sunset.

Gone, all of it. It was a fact that you didn't like to think about. What you both gave up, things could have been; there was no point to it anyway. It was over. You gave Astarion the choice, this is what came of that. So here you were, obsessing over your appearance in preparation for a meeting with a high-ranking devil.

How things had changed.

You had no idea if you would ever find a way to match up with the company he kept around these days. Maybe it was your own fault for surrounding yourself with otherworldly creatures, but it was hard not to feel inadequate.

It didn't help that whenever you even slightly alluded to that insecurity, Astarion was more than ready to remind you of your… "options".

"You can join us whenever you'd like my treasure," Astarion would say with a creeping grin, "Just one bite, and we can be sure you'll be mine forever. Would that be so bad?"

It was a tempting offer, one that you kept insisting on refusing. You loved Astarion more than anything. But… you wanted that love to stay your choice. An obligation you maintained of your own free will. It's not that you didn't trust him… but to be a spawn had too many implications for you to handle.

"What has you pouting sweet thing?"

You startled when hands suddenly settled on your hip, gripping through the thin fabric of your nightdress. You looked back, relaxing the slightest bit to see Astarion smiling down at you, amused at the fact he'd managed to sneak up on you through the mirror.

"You said you weren't going to do that anymore," You whined as you leaned back into him, your eyes turning back to the mirror. You could see the fabric of your slip indented under his hands, ghost-like without his actual image reflecting back.

"I lied," Astarion said simply, leaning down to breathe you in from the crook of your neck, "Now what are you thinking about pet? I can tell something's on your mind."

You bit your lip, debating for a moment if you should tell him or not. But it's not like he would let it drop, and he was way too good at being able to tell when you were lying. Might as well come clean.

You sighed, "I don't…I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

You expected him to huff at you, maybe even laugh. But instead, the grip he had on you tightened, hard enough to make you gasp. You could feel his fangs scraping against your delicate skin, scratching hard enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bead out.

"And why would you ever think a thing like that?" Astarion asked, his voice harsh and low, "Where else would you be if not by my side hm? Please, enlighten me."

You gulped, your heart rate starting to pick up. You hadn't meant it like that, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what else could it have meant?" Astarion shot back, his hands digging into you, surely ready to leave finger-shaped bruises. Suddenly he was using that same grip to drag you backward to the bed, effortlessly settling you between his spread legs.

All while managing to still be right in sight of the mirror. You could feel your cheeks redden as his hands started to wander, unceremoniously tugging down the straps of your nightdress to reveal your chest. That was another thing about life after the ritual that had been a surprise, just how different Astarion's sex drive was. It's not like he was a prude before, far from it, but now he was insatiable. Always ready and willing to touch you whenever the urge struck him. Often enough for you to eventually come to the thrilling, if not slightly disturbed realization, that… he was training you. Training your body to always want his touch.

And tonight was no different. You could already feel yourself getting wet, and he had barely done anything yet. But then suddenly he was pinching your nipple harshly, hissing in your ear, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question darling."

You bit back a moan, trying to remember what you were even arguing about as he started to play with your breasts, "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just… I don't want to embarrass you."

It was humiliating to admit but it was true. Not many people of Astarion's caliber insisted on a singular lover. There were so many people after him now, people with more power, more beauty, and grace. You didn't match up. You couldn't.

"Nonsense," Astarion dismissed, his hands wandering down to tear off more of your clothing, "Look at you. You were made for this life. Made for me. You're gorgeous."

The compliments mixed with the harsh feeling of his hands ripping your nightdress in two was quite the experience. You could feel his own hardness pressing into your backside, twitching as he threw your ruined clothing to the side.

Then he was gripping your chin, forcing your head back up to stare into the mirror in front of you, "I said look."

You obeyed, eyes widening at what you saw. It was so strange to see yourself like this, fully exposed with your legs spread apart, flushed and panting. It nearly gave the illusion that your very image was what was causing the wetness between your legs, instead of the invisible man toying with you.

You swallowed, your throat dry as Astarion's hands wandered lower, a feather-light touch tracing up and down your slit, "You are everything. The sole reason that I'm the man I am today. There is nowhere else you should be than right here."

"But-" You gasped, your words interrupted by a sharp slap to your inner thigh. You could see your skin start to redden in the mirror, a perfect imprint left in it's wake.

"Darling, are you questioning my judgment? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?"

You frantically shook your head, moaning when his fingers delved deeper, playing with your slick folds, "I-I'm not. I didn't- I'm sorry."

You whined as he roughly pinched your clit, his other hand moving upward to do the same to your heaving chest.

He was starting to grind his hardness against you, a tease of more to come as he murmured in your ear, "There's my good girl. Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, gasping as he finally dipped his long fingers into your cunt. You were already so sensitive, humiliatingly close in a matter of minutes.

"So gorgeous," Astarion sighed, staring straight ahead to the sole image of you, whimpering as he finger-fucked your pussy, "So needy. Can you see how wet you are pet?"

You could, you were leaking around his fingers, that needy, intense feeling getting more and more intense by the moment. It was so embarrassing seeing yourself like this, enough so that you snapped your eyes shut.

A bad idea. Astarion tutted at you, landing another sudden and hard slap to your thigh, "None of that. I told you to look. Or else."

You snapped your eyes back open, watching yourself whimper and gasp as you were played with, the harsh movement of his hand jostling your breasts. You weren't going to last much longer, not with the image of you being taken apart, the feeling of him inside you, the mean edge to your love's words.

"You're such a silly little thing, aren't you?" Astarion growled, fucking you harder and faster. You were so close, but you weren't stupid enough to come without permission. Not after what he did the last time, "Doubting me. Do you really think I don't know what's best for you? What's best for us?"

"No," You whimpered, your hips arching backward to rub harder into his erection, "You're right, I-I'm yours. C-Can I come now? Please?"

"Beg me and maybe I'll think about it," Astarion meanly laughed, relishing in the gush of slick his harshness coaxed from between your legs, "Beg and apologize. Apologize for doubting us. For doubting me."

You could barely get the words out through your own gasps, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it!"

"Good girl," Astarion huskily laughed, using a clever thumb to rub over your swollen clit, "Now tell me you love me."

"I love you," You said easily, meaning every word, "I love you more than anything.

"Tell me you'll never leave me. Ever."

There was something else behind that promise. An obvious implication that your fucked-out brain was too distracted to see.

"Never," You promised, reaching back for you him. You curled your fingers into his hair. pulling his head down to press his mouth against your throat. An open invitation, "I'll always be with you."

Astarion groaned against your skin, his fangs so close to piercing, "Precious pet, how could I ever want anything else? Come darling, you've earned it."

Then he was biting you, the brief flash of pain the perfect trigger for you to fall over the edge. You came with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, slumping back into Astarion as he drank from your throat.

You looked as much of a mess as you felt, the stickiness between your thighs glistening in the light. You watched yourself, whimpering as Astarion slipped his fingers out. Just to tap them against your lips, forcing them into your mouth to suck on.

You moaned around them, light-headed as Astarion popped off of your throat. You sighed as he licked at the wound, enjoying the brief moment of rest. You weren't naive enough to think that you were done yet. Not when Astarion was still hard, his cock pulsing against you.

"See?" Astarion huskily laughed, licking the blood off of his lips while he played with your tongue, "You're perfect. Perfect and mine."

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

What is your hidden talent?

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The decks I am using today are The Tarot of the Divine, Believe in You Own Magic Oracle and The Healing Waters Oracle. Take everything that resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new experiences.

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Leo, Virgo, Scorpio

Song: I Set Fire To The Rain by Adele

Vibes: Teal, green, yellow/gold, shear white cloth, smelling smoke, burning house, swimming, mixed drinks, hot chocolate, braided hair, locked doors, house plants, deep skin tone, 888, shells, feathers, crayons, colored hair, ares

Cards: 2 of Wands, 9 of Cups, 5 of Wands, Mural, Gold, Cleansing, Into the Unknown

Welcome in, pile 1! You have two hidden talents. One that you use rather regularly but unknowingly and the other you have yet to unlock. The energy I am getting from the cards makes me think the two talents are intertwined. ALSO Trigger Warning for abuse in this reading. It is VERY HEAVY. Do not read if you do not think you are ready.

The first hidden talent is starting new from the ground up. I know to you it might not sound that interesting. You have no idea how hard it can be to start new things for others. Starting from the ground up is scary and intimidating. Organizing the chaos in your mind and project that chaos clearly into reality. I see you are probably an artist of some kind. You might paint, make clay sculptures, or hand-make intricate jewelry of some kind. I see you learned to hone this ability because of a karmic relationship. They made you feel adored and cherished until you were in their grasp. When you were trapped with them, they turned on you. It's giving love bombing. This person literally blew up on you over the smallest things. I see a shattered tea/coffee cup. You stayed with them for a long time even though you knew what they were doing was wrong. You had to completely shred the life you had with them. You had to start your life from scratch. Which is why you are so used to the idea of starting with nothing and building up. The pain that you felt from that past connection still hurts you to this day. You probably have PTSD from the situation you were in. I am so sorry you had to go through all that. You didn't deserve to be treated like that.

The second hidden talent is transmutation. I see that the reason you haven't unlocked it yet is because you fear change. What happened to you in that shitty relationship makes it way easier for you to start over than to change the situation. You are scared to see things to the end. I see that this fear reveals itself in your artwork. You probably have many unfinished projects because you view yourself as incapable of seeing them through. Which by the way isn't true you are so capable of anything you want to do. Heal the hurt part of you that thinks you are incapable. Your ex was the one who instilled that in you. Don't let that motherfucker get you down. Especially if they aren't in your life anymore. Don't let them have that power over you, love. You deserve to feel good. Face your fear of them being right. You and I both know they aren't. When you do unlock this ability you will be able to transmute all the pain that asshole put you through into beautiful art. You will be able to finish all of those unfinished projects. You will be able to find true love within yourself. You will find that you were never broken like that bitch said you were. You were always lovely, sweet, and accommodating. You were always creating love everywhere you went.

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PILE TWO

Astrology: Sagittarius, Gemini, Pisces

Song: I Love Rock n Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Vibes: Navy Blue, white, peach, deer, horses, libraries, books, coffee, hot springs, scones, pillow forts, maxi-skirts, cowboys, mermaids, 333, wine, fine dining, tall trees, athena, artemis

Cards: The Hermit, 3 of Wands, Knight of Swords, Nostalgia, Stars, Water Codes, The Healing Lagoon

Hello, pile 2! You have one secret power but trust me it's a good one. You have the ability to pull information out of thin air. You are crazy smart. People might not think it when they look at you because you try not to flaunt it too wildly. You prefer to stay under the radar when it comes to intellect. This makes people underestimate you. I feel that some of yall reading like this for various reasons but others really fucking hate it. You have some insecurity around this skill. That's why you don't think it is a good skill tbh. You think a lot on the go even while in conversation which makes people see you as kind of ditzy. Even so, you absolutely obliterate at trivia night. Your friends come to you first when they need obscure information. You might have been a really lonely kid and spent a lot of your time reading away the time. For a big chunk of your childhood you found your companionship in novels. You may have been bullied for this. Don't let those people's words get you down. Honestly, they were just jealous of your intelligence. The friends you have now love to hear you infodump about your favorite books. They love to hear everything you know about sea creatures and astrology/astronomy. They ask questions not to mock you but because they genuinely are interested in what you have to say. You are magnificent. Your mind is unparalleled. How people perceive you has nothing to do with what is actually happening in your mind. It is just their projections of themselves onto you. Ignore them lmao. <3

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PILE THREE

Astrology: Cancer, Taurus, Libra

Song: Stay by Zedd

Vibes: All shades of blue, creeks, hanging flowers, 9999, faires, watermelon, paint-brush, rabbits, bird chips, car horn, pearls, lily pads, walking in the rain, lanterns, puppies, beaches, zues

Cards: Queen of Cups, Page of Cups, Ace of Wands, 9 of Pentacles, Raindrops, Stagnant Waters, Light House

My dear pile 3, welcome to your reading. You have a hidden ability that I feel is only hidden from you. Everyone else seems to know this about you. You have the power of hospitality and refuge. You are a safe place for everyone you know to come to if they need it. You are the type of person to tell everyone you know if they need a place to stay for any reason, all they gotta do is ask. You have a motherly energy about you, even if you aren't a woman. You always have emergency snacks for occasions like that. You host parties and everyone always leaves feeling 10 times better than when they arrived. You are the friend that lends a hand when needed. You the kind of person to have a shoulder ready for anyone to lean on, even if you don't know them well. The most beautiful thing about this is that these actions are never self-sacrificing. You have an abundance of all that you need so you can be generous constantly to those in need. I see you resting when necessary and listening to your body. I see you volunteering in your community. I think recently you helped clean up a beach or something. Maybe you organized it? Your energy is so soothing. You are just amazing, my friend. Absolutely the softest heart on earth. I also see you might foster animals! You take in rescue animals and nurse them back to health until they can find a forever home. ;n; You are the definition of an earth angel. Please see how amazing you are and how big your heart is. I wanna be your friend so bad from hearing all of this. Never stop being this beautiful of a soul, my dear. You are perfect.

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PILE FOUR

Astrology: Aries, Capricorn, Aquarius

Song: Black Girl Magic by Londrelle

Vibes: Cyan, yellow, rusty red, iridescent, sake, 4c hair, magic, spell casting, curse breaking, singing, tea, pottery, steam-train, festivals, celebration, 963, small forests, mercury/hermes, lambs, Oshun

Cards: The Star, Ace of Cups, 2 of Cups, 6 of Swords, 7 of Wands, Tower, Spaceship, Thank You

PILE 4, WOW. Welcome. Your energy is just sooo woah. You are so indescribable. All that you have been through. Everything you have seen. All I can say is, wow. Your secret power is balance. It is a well-earned hidden ability. You have been through so much to gain the skills that I see in this reading. You have traveled so far. When I first looked at the reading I could not pin down exactly what skill you had because you are just so good at EVERYTHING. I legitimately out loud said, "Everything??? Everything." You know how to take care of yourself. You are an excellent lover. If you are a parent you are good at that too. You are chasing your dreams. I see you performing as a singer or a musician and your talent stuns everyone in the room. You are the best manifester in a 20 miles radius. You are a witch for sure. You have worked so hard on breaking karmic familial curses and you succeeded. You succeeded far past your soul's initial expectations. You are everything, my love. Like literally everything. Then it hit me. You are a tightrope walker. You are balancing everything perfectly. Have you ever heard of Rock Cairns? They are stacks of rocks that hikers add to as they pass by on park trails. You have turned your life into something like that. You have perfectly balanced every stone you passed in your life in a pile and you manage it all on your own. First off, I want to tell you what a good job you are doing. What a good job you have been doing since you were born. Second thing, PLEASE REST WHEN YOU NEED IT OHMYGODS. You don't need me to tell you that though. You are probably smoking a joint right fucking now while reading this or you just got done doing that. No notes, baby. You got this. I just think Spirit wanted to remind you of your magnificence.

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Chilling

Masterlist

Pairing: Henry X Reader

Synopsis: You were in love with the blacksmith's boy since you were both children. One day, he stumbles into into the apothecary, covered in blood and wounds, asking for you. As the last survivor of the hunting party, you start to suspect what has changed him.

Tags: fluff, eventual smut, werewolves, friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst, danger, some death, gore,

Chapter 2

The village buzzed with excitement as the sun dipped below the horizon. A makeshift stage stood in the village square adorned with torches and candels. The scent of roasting chestnuts and warm cider wafted through the crisp winter air.

You wore your beautiful festive dress, long, flowing sleeves ending in ruffles decorated with an intricate woven design of snowflakes, a tight bodice hugging your middle and starting at the top of your chest, emphasizing the necklace you made out of rocks from the lake. The bodice dipped into a flowing skirt that riches your ankles above your brown boots. Your hair was adorned with delicate braids and beads, which you worked on before braiding some of the girls' at the apothecary.

Rebecca urged you to go and enjoy the festivities for the night before coming back to help her.

You made your way to the village center to twinkling lights and cheerful laughter. The familiar faces of the villagers gathered for the winter solstice celebration.

You found yourself in the company of your friend, Anna. Your laughter mixes with the sound of singing and string instruments and flutes. You both twirled under the starlit sky.

Needing to take a breath, you stepped away from the dancing and laughter, finding solace near a soft glow of a slightly isolated bonfire. As you stood there, the cold winter air filled your lungs, and the quiet rustle of leaves added a calming break to the festivities.

Suddenly, a twig snapped, and a low growl emanated from a nearby bush. You turned, attempting to spot the source of the cryptic sound in the darkness of the trees. You couldn't make out anything in the shadows. An unsettling feeling lingered, as if something were right in front of you, just out of sight. Taking slow steps backward, you bumped into a hard figure. Startled, you turned to see Henry looking down at you with a quizzical expression.

"What were we looking for?" Henry asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity. He looked like he had just arrived from the smithy. Bis exposed arms under rolled up sleeves and was still covered in sweat and oil as he messaged his wrists. Your eyes trailed up to his tousled hair, light stubble covering his sharp jawline and finally his brown eyes, gazing down at you with amusement.

Still on edge from the mysterious sounds, you stammered, "I heard something. A growl."

Henry scanned the darkness behind, the shrugged, "Probably just a wandering animal."

As you tried to shake off the eerie sensation, your mind raced back to the cryptic dream from the previous night. In that dream, Henry had been both a source of comfort and fear, and the ominous warning of sinking teeth echoed in your mind.

Offering his hand, Henry said, "I saw you wander off. Didn't want you to be alone in the dark and cold."

Nervously, you took his hand, the warmth of his touch grounding you. Henry walked you towards the crowd, the festive lights flickering in the winter night. Just as you reached the edge of the celebration, he stopped and turned you to face him, concern etched on his face.

"Are you sure you're alright, y/n?" he asked, noting your slightly trembling hand.

You nodded, attempting to dismiss the uneasy feeling lingering from the mysterious sounds in the thicket. "I just remembered a dream I had-"

Realising what you had almost just admitted, you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Henry raised a single brow. "Was it a nightmare?"

You simply nodded.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"No!" You answered instantly, feeling your face flush. "I mean, it's just a dream. It's nothing."

Henry looked off into the distance, clicking his tongue. "Once, I tripped over my own shoelaces and fell into a puddle. Another time, I mistook salt for sugar and ruined a batch of cookies. Jens never let me use the kitchen again."

You blinked at him, surprised by the sudden admissions. A sudden giggle escaped your lips, alongside the question, "Why are you telling me this?"

He shrugged, his hair falling onto his forehead. “Wanted to see you laugh."

The admission sent a thrill through you. Your eyes widened in amusement. "I remember that, I tried one of your cookies. Matthew gave it to me as a gift!" You chuckled, recalling the day Henry's best friend dropped off the "sweet" at the apothecary, only to have you throw it at him after you tried a bite. "That was your work?"

He closed his eyes in embarrassment. "Please tell me your nightmare wasnt about my baking." He mumbled.

You couldn't help but laugh at his self-deprecating humor.

Henry sighed, "Now, should we get back to the celebration? I've just closed the shop and I've been looking forward to the ale."

You joined the festivities in the mayor's lodge. The two-floor wooden structure stood as a testament to the mayor's status as the richest man in the village. You walked through the crowd, marveling at the intricate details of wall carpets from French artists, showcasing a life of luxury—finely crafted furniture, tapestries, and the warmth of a roaring fireplace.

The mayor emerged from the crowd, with a wide smile lighting up his face as he caught sight of Henry. Without hesitation, he thrust a drink into Henry 's hand, welcoming him.

"Henry, my man! How's the smithy doing these days? Still crafting the finest blades in town?" The mayor slurred, patting Henry on the back.

Henry, maintaining his calm demeanor, replied, "Business is good, sir.” Accepting the drink. "Working every day of the year," he sipped with a sigh.

The mayor bombarded Henry with questions, trying to impress him with the abundance of fresh food and the expert craftsmanship of the village carpenter who delivered his furniture. Feeling like a third wheel, you took a step side, but Henry's arm circled your waist, pulling your back with an exaggerated smile, wispering "Don't leave me with him."

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile, and let Henry lead you as the mayor continued the tour. The mayor, seemingly noticing your presence, turned to you with a friendly grin. "Y/n! How fares the apothecary?" he inquired.

Feeling shy under the mayor's attention, you nodded. "All is well, Mayor. Just the usual healing and remedies."

The mayor turned back to Henry. “Y/n here once saved me from an awful bee sting. Your potions work wonders!"

You wanted to correct his use of the term “potions” but you held back.

Henry, joining in the playful banter, nudged you with his elbow. "We're lucky to have her, Mayor. A true lifesaver, isnt she?"

You smiled humbly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

Henry chuckled, his gaze lingering on your flushed face. He let the mayor drunkenly stroll along and asked you. “Any more patients who need your help today?”

You confessed, "No. I was planning to go home afterward."

Henry's mischievous smirk turned into a determined grin. "No way. We're going to Matthew's cabin by the lakeside. You need a break, and a dip in the water will do you good."

You began to shake your head. “Henry, no.”

The Winter Shock was a foolish tradition that the village youth upheld. Each winter solstice, they took a dip in the cold lake before it froze. No one knew how or why the tradition had started, but the adrenaline rush of the cold water was admittedly fun enough to justify it for some of them to keep doing.

“Y/n yes,” Henry insisted, pulling you along until the two of you were outside, making your way past the torches and towards the cabin.

“Have we not outgrown this?” You whined, seeing the smiles on your friends' faces as they all came to join you at the fisherman's Cabin.

“Do I hear you complaining again, y/n?” Matthews' voice piped up before he appeared in front of the two of you, holding hands with one of your other friends, Eugenia. His blond hair was brushed out but somehow covered with flower crowns, you guessed he snatched some from the girls. “So predictable.” he whined about you.

You rolled your eyes at that. “You know what else is predictable? The fever you will inevitably get tomorrow morning.”

"Im not worried." Matthew planted a kiss on your cheek. “The best healer In our village will take good care of me.”

You smiled.

Matthew raised a brow. “I meant Rebecca.”

He ducked as you picked up a handful of snow and tossed it at him. “Save the snow for later!”

When you reached the fisherman's cabin, a group already sat on the dock, their feet dipped into the cold water.

Matthew sighed, gazing out at the quiet lake. "This season hasn't been bringing much. The stream nearby is usually full of salmon, but my father and brothers haven't ventured there yet because of bears roaming around."

You, trying to lighten the mood, quipped, "Bring Peter with you. He's the first-place champion in our archery tournament two years in a row."

Henry scoffed at the praise, but then he grinned and reminded you, "Yes, but he's only the second strongest in weightlifting in the village. After me, of course. Three years in a row."

You shook your head at his childlike pettiness. Discarding his shirt, Henry leaped from the dock into the lake, surprising the group of companions who all shouted and backed away from the splash. He resurfaced, shaking his hair, droplets decorating the lean muscles of his shoulders as he urged the group to join him. "Come in!"

Without hesitation, Matthew followed suit, as did some more of the boys and girls, leaving you and the rest on the dock. You turned to look for a place to sit, and before you could, strong arms embraced you from behind, and you were pulled into a freezing, wet embrace.

You gasped, “Henry!” panting against the shockingly cold water conflicting with Henry's body heat against your skin.

Soaked and slightly annoyed, you turned around in his arms to face him. Droplets hung down from his hair and eyelashes as he grinned down at you. The stubble he sported made him look both boyishly charming yet rugged. And the oil and sweat from the smithy were gone thanks to the water. In his strong embrace, you felt small and delicate, contrasting with Henry's towering presence. You felt hard muscle everywhere your skin met his. Playfully, he declared, "I've got you. What are you going to do now?"

His words, though meant as playful, made your heart quicken. The dream then took an unexpected turn, shifting into darkness, leaving you to ponder the lingering emotions from the youthful escapade by the lakeside.

"What are you gonna do, I have you at my mercy, little lamb?" Henry whispered in your ear, and while the words sent a rush through you, you couldn't help but recall last night's nightmare.

I want to sink my teeth into you.

You couldn't help but feel like prey.

Suddenly, a distraught Valerie and Peter burst onto the clearing out of the woods, clutching a lifeless body. Tears streamed down Valerie's face as he pleaded, "Please, help her!"

Everything froze. You freed yourself from Henry's arms and rushed to Valerie's side, your heart sinking as you saw the gruesome sight and, worse, recognized the girl in her and Peter's arms as your friends' little sister, Alice. The child's throat had been brutally torn out, leaving only a lifeless shell. Everyone in the cabin began exchanging whispers, worries, and screams.

"I'll go get Markus." You heard someone mutter, indicating Alice's brother.

“What happened to her?” You asked the couple who brought her, cradling the girl in your arms.

“We don't know.” Valerie weeped. “We were on my way here through the fields, and I saw her laying on the ground.”

“It must have been an animal attack.” Peter supplied. “Those are bite marks around her throat.”

Your dream appeared before you, and you swallowed nervously.

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You all brought the girl's body back to the village, to her mourning family. A similar tragedy unfolded the following week, and then three more in rapid succession. Each time, grief descended upon the village like a relentless storm, leaving a trail of shattered families and unanswered questions.

In the dimly lit church, the village gathered for solace and guidance. You came late from the apothecary and stood against a cold stone wall, listening to the village preacher address the crowd. His voice tried to steady the shaken villagers, assuring them that a hunting party would be dispatched to eliminate the beast responsible for the gruesome deaths.

As the preacher read the names of the chosen men, your heart clenched when he'd called out the final one: "Henry."

The crowd's reaction was divided—some nodding in agreement, others expressing worry. You fell into the latter group, eyes tearing up, your thoughts silently pleading for him to return home safely. The council had ended, and people began to disperse. With a heavy heart, you left the church, unaware of Henry's searching gaze following you. Back at the apothecary, you delivered the news to Rebecca and at home to your family, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Rebecca's reaction was a worried shake of her head while continuing to make remedies.

"If anyone can kill that thing, it would be Henry.” Your brother spoke during dinner. “He's strong, and he's no fool. Not by a longshot."

You tried your best not to show your worry as your family discussed the situation. Sophie hugged you longer than usual before kissing your head and wishing you a good night.

That night, sleep eluded you, your mind haunted by visions of the impending danger that loomed over Henry and the hunting party.

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The village awaited the return of the hunting party with bated breath. A week passed in ominous silence, and as each day slipped away without news, your heart sank deeper. You prayed for Henry 's safe return, even if it meant he returned to someone else.

One day, six members of the hunting party had returned from the hunting party, battered and wounded. There were eight of them who had left originally. Henry wasn't among them. You felt your heart physically tighten as a sob threatened to escape. You took a moment to bring yourself together before getting back to work at the apothecary. The men's recounting of their encounter with the wolf.

"We saw it. It was huge!"

"That thing was no wolf."

"It almost ripped me in half."

"It was a demon! Not an animal."

Most of them screamed. One of them, Asher, a young farmer, was so shellshocked that he didn't even speak. You had to read him and bring him water as he sat motionless on a cot.

Helping Rebecca patch them up, you returned home, exhausted. That night, and several after it, you cried yourself to sleep.

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One quiet morning, around a week after the return of the hunting party, the apothecary held only a handful of patients. The door creaked open, and in he stumbled.

You gasped, mouth dropping, as did nearly the towels you were holding on your way to the sick bed. Henry stood at the door. Alive. Thank god!

A broken and bloodied figure of the man you'd loved. Of the man you were worried had been dead slumped against the door.

His terrified gaze met yours, hazel eyes, wet with tears and red with pain.

"Y/n," your name escaped his raspy lips before he fell unconscious with a hard thump, the sight sending shockwaves through the somber atmosphere.

[breakfastteatime]

Cal wakes up from a nap. Oops, fell asleep on the couch again. He's so dozy, so comfy, maybe he'll drift off again and...

Wait.

Something feels different about his head. He stirs, brushing the blanket pulled up to his chin.

"Shhh. Go back to sleep." It's Merrin. She must be sitting next to his head. "I am not finished yet."

Her fingers are in his hair, brushing through and separating small handfuls into trios. The feeling is familiar, a distant memory from so long ago. He feels himself relaxing. "Why're you braiding my hair?" he asks, although it sounds more like "whyybraidnmuhheyh?"

Somehow, Merrin interprets his mushy words. "It is shiny. And pretty."

"S'not."

"Oh, yes, it is." There's a gentle tug as she deftly braids. "Fiery. Like my magicks."

"S'green."

"Hush, Cal. Let me finish."

Cal zones out, drifting into memories of Master Tapal patiently plaiting his braid, tying it off with the finest of thread. It never seemed possible for someone with such huge hands, and yet Master Tapal managed it every time. Sometimes he would tug on it to get Cal's attention. Other times, if he couldn't grab the hood of Cal's robes fast enough, he'd grab Cal's braid instead, and that never failed to bring Cal to a sudden and complete halt - usually before he wandered into traffic in the Brave's landing bay. He smiles at the memories, at the warmth, the tradition, the simplicity.

Merrin probably isn't going in for simplicity. Maybe he'll look like Cere did in that echo he picked up from Trilla's lightsaber. She looked so awesome with her hair like that. Could he grow his hair out that long? His pictures it - autumn reds, oranges and golds trailing all the way down his back, tied in intricate braids...

...who is he kidding? He'd sling it back in a ponytail and be done with it.

He giggles to himself.

"You are strange, Cal," Merrin tells him.

She has no idea.

A few minutes later, Merrin's fingers pull away. "Done. You may wake up. BD? You can come and look now."

Familiar feet tippy-tappy their way over. BD gives a long, slow beep of awe, and then the light of his scanner shines through Cal's eyelids.

Pretty, BD declares.

"I am not pretty," Cal grumbles.

"You are. You are a pretty princess," Merrin says. "BD, quick, make a recording."

"Excuse you, I'm no princess, I am a queen," Cal corrects.

"Forgive us, Your Majesty," Merrin says.

Curiosity wins and he opens his eyes, sits, frees his hands from the blanket, and explores his head. What he finds is a series of small, tight braids encircling his head - much like a crown. He leans forward and catches a glimpse of his reflection on the table. "Huh."

"You like it?" Merrin asks. "Cere explained to me how to do it, but it is easier to practice on somebody else."

"I do like it," Cal says. "It's really practical. Keeps it out of my eyes, too."

The hatch opens. Cere and Greez board the ship, both carrying several grocery bags. Cere clocks Cal first, nodding in approval. Greez does a double-take, puts down his bags, and moves in for a closer inspection.

"Well?" Cal asks, moving his head to really show it off.

"I love it!" Greez gushes. "I mean I really love it. I want it. I want that style right now."

"When you have more hair, I will teach you how," Merrin says.

He grins. "It's a deal. You heard it here, folks, Greezy is officially growing his hair out."

[doctorwyvern]

random headcanons because cringe never dies GOOOO

spectril spent his developmental years in urbloom before moving to boulderray

dr ahems favorite food is fish (he would probably enjoy raw fish, nice and fresh)

the whisky the tussler family makes is sold around faeza, and it’s one of the few things boulderay is known for (before the infinghts and such)

spectrils parents are both half orcs

after slique retires from being an infinight, he goes on to write music for the stage

brink tussler is a high elf

mudds hair (and fur) curls when it’s very humid outside (or in the bayou, it’s humid as hell there)

kyborgs least favorite weather is sleet that makes a muddy mess

bart enjoys to eat his fruit frozen (especially by the sea, if it does melt lol)

gum gum has worn the same shorts since he was a kid, they used to be pants but he cut them because they got too short (did anyone else’s parents do this?)

duran actually really does like plants, he’s just really bad at keeping them alive. he’s better at crime then he is at horticulture

(though, he really wishes he was better at horticulture. or at least as good at killing people as his is at killing plants)

spectrils boots work by tapping the heels together, sometimes he absentmindedly does it even when he’s not wearing the boots

(he also has a tendency to just go invisible to avoid his responsibilities)

in evirwinter culture, the higher one wears their hair signifies how deep in grief they are. different braided patterns symbolize to whom / what they grieve. these intricate braids are special because they are impossible to do by oneself, requiring the help of others

kyborg either sleeps flat on his back or clinging onto something. if he ever gets comfortable somewhere, he’ll sleep without his arm

gum gum, bart, and kyborg have probably never had pineapple, which is a shame because pineapple is so good

gum gum loves the spring and will pick up drying worms off the sidewalk to fling into damp grass

slique is still close with wilhelm (he taught him music!) and his family. he even babysits pip time to time.

spectril has a bad habit of falling asleep with his boots on (maybe his boots are like the ring from lotr….my precious /j)

paralyte is scary good at darts (eyes)

[transitranger327]

Spin the Thread, Weave the Story: Ignition

Day 1: For Light and Life (Jecki Lives AU)

Osha and Jecki discover they can hear each other think…and that they want to kiss.

While this chapter was written for @oshecki-week 2024, I did start writing it back when the show was airing. Read it here or on Ao3:

It had become easier for Jecki to breathe. Whether that was her body adjusting to the new lungs or Osha unconsciously continuing to heal her, she could not say. But she now felt strong enough to, if not walk, at least get up from her resting place of the forest floor. “Maybe sitting up, maybe that would help.”

“Here, let me help you up.” Osha had started to drowse off, but she had reflexively answered the other girl’s suggestion. She didn’t actually move at all, which made Jecki start to laugh (with only slight pain). 

She ran a finger down Osha’s cheek, “so are you gonna help me up or not?” The “baby” she almost added was left unsaid. 

Osha still heard it. “Sorry baby, did i say something?” 

The “baby” made Jecki freeze up. She blinked a few times, “Uh yeah, you offered to help me up.” 

“Oh okay, sure. Do you want to try walking somewhere, or just sitting up?”

“Can we try standing?”

“Of course, if it’s too much we can always sit down again.” First, Osha propped Jecki up, then she stood up and extended a hand down to her. 

As she was lifted up, Jecki was brought close to the other woman. She took in the rich hues of her dark skin, examined the intricate texture of her braids, and glimpsed the depth of her brown eyes. “I wish I could stare into these for hours,” she thought. 

“Shit, is she flirting with me?” Osha was taken aback, being unprepared for any serious flirting from the Jedi. 

Jecki, realizing, asked, “did I say that out loud?”

“Wait you heard that?” 

The two women stood face to face, equally flustered. Both thought “Can she hear what I’m thinking?” simultaneously. Both heard the other’s question loud and clear. 

As the realization set in, Jecki began to hear a faint ringing in her ears and saw stars form around the edges of her vision. Osha reacted, “Oh no, you’re not fainting on me.” She wrapped her arms tightly around Jecki and gently lowered her to the ground, making sure to elevate Jecki’s legs above her heart. “At least, I think that’s where her heart is.” “There you go, nice and easy,” “beautiful.”

A silent “Thank you” formed in Jecki’s mind. 

“You’re welcome,” Osha thought back. She sat down, parallel but facing the opposite direction. “We’re gonna need to find some water and probably food to keep you from fainting ag—”

“Stars, she’s so pretty.” Jecki’s semi-conscious thoughts had managed to cut off Osha’s planning. 

“Right. This ‘hearing each other think’ thing is gonna take some getting used to,” Osha continued the sentence in her mind, “especially if we’re both down bad.”

“Oh,” thought Jecki, “You really feel the same way?”

Osha mused, “Well, there’s no sense in lying.” “Yeah, I think so. You’re gorgeous and I’ve loved the time we’ve spent together.” 

“Me too, except the ‘nearly dying’ bit.”

The thought made Osha laugh. “Yeah, that was rough. I was torn up when I thought I’d lost you.” 

The strange sensation of aborted grief brought Jecki’s brain back to full consciousness. Nevertheless, she continued to just think her end of the conversation. “So the flirting we did was real? I wasn’t just pining alone?”

“I flirted with you mostly for fun when we met. I thought you were cute, but I was a Jedi, I know the rules.” She paused. “But I think I broke about 15 rules bringing you back so I really don’t care anymore.” Osha smiled something in between a grin and a smirk.

That smile made Jecki feel things; a craving she hadn’t allowed to grow now blossomed. She vocalized her background desire, “Can you kiss me?”

The tension broke as Osha slid forward and pressed her lips up to Jecki’s. 

The tension shattered into a thousand glittering fireworks as the kiss lengthened. 

Lips on lips, tongue on tongue, the sweet taste of life flowed thru their bodies in a way neither truly had experienced before. Their souls buzzed, vibrated, crackled with an electricity that could power a planet for months. 

This was desire amplified by the Force between them. And neither wanted to stop.

—

Jecki had to come up for air. She lowered her head into Osha’s lap, taking deep breaths to regain some semblance of normal thinking. “That was incredible.”

“Yes it was,” Osha thought. “I guess you never learned how to breathe while kissing.” She leaned down and kissed Jecki’s pale forehead. “It’s all right,” she grinned, “it’s not something the Jedi would teach you.”

“Good thing you’re not a Jedi then.” Jecki immediately regretted her words when she felt a pain from Osha. “Sorry, is making light of…that…a boundary for you?” 

“I guess it’s good she immediately knows when I don’t like something…unlike some of my exes.” “Yeah, it’s a sore spot, especially since I’ve been working with you all recently.” 

“Okay baby, I won’t do it again.”

The roaring fire of the kiss had been reduced to a smolder, but it had left an indelible mark on their minds. A new idea popped into Osha’s head, “Kelnacca’s hut has food and water, and probably a better comlink.”

“I was hoping we could avoid that, but it probably is our best chance of staying alive.” “I really didn’t want to have to relive his death.”

“We’re gonna have to make peace with it sometime. Come on, let me help you up.” 

Jecki resisted, “Wait, I just…” “I need a minute to process it first, why he’s gone and I’m not.” “…need a moment to breathe.”

“Okay, we can wait.” 

—

Notes: Take it from a gal who faints, you want to get your legs above your head & heart when it happens.

[raging-psycho]

Imagine You Give them handmade bracelets Part One:

Summary: You like to make yarn bracelets, and you especially love to make them for people. And you decide to give one to one of your lovable Stray Kids members. How would they react? Probably amazingly!!

Requested: no :)

Tw: not proof read

Members: Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, and Hyunjin.

Part two out now!!

Chan:

Chan’s reaction would be so adorable!!!

You make him a yarn bracelet with a beautiful braid pattern with colors of red and black.

You are so nervous to give it to him that you hold onto it for a week.

When you finally get the courage to give it to him, it’s late at night and you’re both sleepy.

Chan was overworking himself again and was at the studio, so to make sure he took care of himself, you stayed with him.

You had the bracelet in your pocket and you were thinking about giving it to him.

You could tell he was getting more tired by the second, so you decide now is better than never.

So you just set it right in front of him.

He looks down and just stares at it for a moment then finally asks, “What is this?”

“A yarn bracelet”, you say.

He starts to slowly smile.

“Did you make this for me?”

“Yeah of course I did.”:)

His smile immediately gets bigger. His eyes disappear and you could swear you see tears of joy.

His smile is so large that his dimples are very prominent.

He immediately puts the bracelet on and hugs you. He also gives you kisses all over your face as you giggle.

He wears the bracelet forever, like he never takes it off.

He might ask you to make more for him sometimes, but the first one is always going to be special to him.

You’ll also gladly surprise him with the random ones you make.

Lee Know:

Lee Knows bracelet is white and blue, and it’s a fishtail braid.

This one you give to him immediately and casually.

You were meeting up with him for coffee.

You were walking down the street with it in your pocket when you see Lee Know. He notices you too and waves.

You walk a little faster because you miss your beautiful boy; Although you just saw him yesterday too.

As soon as you get close to him you pull him into a hug.

You hold onto one another, neither of you wanting to let the other go.

But you eventually pull away…:(

It’s okay though because you have a little surprise for him;)

He looks at you with a questioning look as you put the bracelet on his wrist.

A smile immediately brightens his face.

“When did you make this?”

“Last night. I felt like giving you one of my famous yarn bracelets.”

He is absolutely beaming.

This boy’s smile is so precious.

He pulls you into another hug.

He interlocks his fingers with yours and starts walking down the street to your favorite coffee shop.

You catch him constantly looking at the bracelet.

He buys you your coffee and be prepared for tons of cuddles at home :)))

Changbin:

His bracelet is yellow with an intricate pattern of a ton of knots.

The bracelet takes you forever to make!

And when I mean forever I mean a week.

You want it to be perfect for Changbin, so you’re lowkey panicking to get it right.

You were pretty new at bracelet making and didn’t know a lot of designs.

You and Changbin work out at least once a week, and today was that day.

You kept the bracelet in your backpack.

Y’all have already been working out for an hour, so y’all are pretty sweaty.

You’re taking a short break, and sitting on a nearby bench drinking some water.

You’re watching him flex his muscles while he is doing squats.

You decide to give it to him while he’s distracted because you’re so nervous.

So you go up and try to “secretly” put it in his pocket.

Low and behold, he notices.

But he keeps on going with the weights.

Once he’s done with his rep, he pulls the bracelet from his pocket.

He looks at it in disbelief.

His beautiful girl gave HIM a bracelet.

He puts it in less than a second.

With a huge smile and blush on his face he looks around for you.

But you’re nowhere to be found.

Probably because you ran to the bathroom to hide. (You also had a blush)

Expect him to come up behind you as you exit the bathroom to give you a huge hug and shouts thank you.

Let’s just say you make him more bracelets after that and he keeps every single one.

Hyunjin:

You make him a beautiful brown and green bracelet with beads weaved throughout it.

You text him to meet you at a local coffee shop, and he doesn’t suspect a thing.

He just thinks you want to order some cappuccinos, but little does he know…..😏

After a couple of minutes, you hear the chime of the bell signaling that you’re boyfriend arrived.

He spots you and makes his way over.

As soon as he sits down, you tell him to open his hand.

You take hold of his hand and try to, not so sneakily, sneak the bracelet

He smirks trying to guess at what you are doing.

When you move you hand out of the way, and he sees the bracelet, this man is almost in TEARS.

Literal tears.

Like his move is ajar and he’s putting his hand on his chest.

Gosh he loves you so much.

He immediately embraces you and tells you how much he loves you.

He’ll never take it off.

[thesilverlady]

I have to say that although Matt Smith is the perfect Daemon for me (book!canon wise too), the combination of Holliday Grainger (who is perfect for Rhaenyra! Both young and older versions (she is 35 so the older version is the one she could realistically play) and Sam Reid has me swooning. It's a thing I like about fancasting that sometimes the actors are actually good for the role and could fit together.

I am curious, do you have any fancast for Viserys I ? Mine is Amza Pellea, he is a great actor and really gives me the vibes of Viserys (when he has the moustache and grey hair is when he resembles more what I imagine Viserys looked like).

And have you ever imagined any particular jewels or dresses for Rhaenyra? ( I am obsessed with fashion, so to imagine the clothes and accessories for a character like Rhaenyra who was said to dress richly is very very entertaining). Or for any clothes for Daemon? ( The fashion for men is worth discussing too I think).

Anyways thank you, and I really like your blog even if we don't share every opinion you are always very nice.💖💖

I'll admit Matt Smith didn't work as Daemon for me, but then again I can count with my fingers only 3 actors who I genuinely enjoyed in the show and think they match the characters they were given to play despite the writing.

I fell in love with Sam Reid when I saw him acting in the iwtv. His performance as Lestat gave me so many book daemon vibes. The way he portrayed the obsessed, intelligent manipulative, short tempered lover? Simple chef's kiss.

I truly wish I was telented enough to find some way to edit him more as book daemon

As for Viserys I, I loved your fancast! I'll admit I haven't thought of Viserys much so my only fancast so far had been Clive Wood (for older Viserys obviously).

Now ✨ fashion ✨

I'm definitely not an expert but I have imagination. Daemon can be prideful and vain so he definitely cares about his appearance and understand the power an image can have.

I picture him wearing expensive fabrics and leathers with lots of embroidered doublets. Later in life i can imagine he might have adopted some of Rhaneyra's coloring into his as a power move and to show his support.

Meanwhile for Rhaenyra we know from the book that she dressed richly, favoring purple and maroon velvets, golden Myrish lace in intricate patterns, and her bodice often glittered with pearls and diamonds. So safe to say, the woman knew how to steal a show.

For her riding clothes I imagine something similar to dany but with the targaryens colorings of red and black, like this one below. Tight fitting and practical but not void of drama.

She was a big girl, so I imagine she boldly chooses cuts that compliment her shoulders and chest

Otherwise if everything had to be covered, she'd make up with interesting and patterns, embodiment. I imagine her skirts would be long and the sleeves either long and wide or slashed

As for her hair, i know she canonically wore them long and braided similarly to Visenya but I always pictured she was experimenting with it in a similar fashion as she did with her clothing. I think she'd play around with braiding her hair, wearing them sometimes in half or full updo

I'm not good with jewelry but multiple rings on her fingers is a must and her crown was probably something beautiful like this one:

sidenote: this is the shipper in me doing the thinking but given the amount of extravagant gifts daemon sent her. I can totally imagine him sending her Myrish lace that rhaenyra could either make it blend in her clothing or wear it as a veil like this:

ps: thank you for your kind words 🥺 and of course I'd love to also read your ideas if you feel like sharing. ♥

[eliteseven]

What about the first time Tav sees SH with her hair down? I'll bet she has a gay panic

Oh, and HOW 😅

Probably happens after Shads comes back from a bathing trip to the lake or river (or whatever body of water the party is camped by, that night).

Serena would probably injure herself, like how she burned her own hand with stew in “A Change of Heart” just bc Shads stepped in a little sunlight and looked radiant ☺️

I think she’d fully embarrass herself. Acting and speaking like a FOOL in front of Shads with her hair down. And Shadowheart would find it SO endearing (even tho she probably mocks her to save face).

Not to write an essay on Shadowheart’s hair but:

Here’s an essay on Shadowheart’s hair 😅

I feel like it’s obviously very important to her. She’s meticulous about that braid, obviously. Her hairpieces look intricate. I HC that she feels vulnerable with her hair down; at least as long as she’s under Sharran indoctrination. And I don’t think she’s keen on letting anyone touch her hair, either.

She takes amusement in Serena’s efforts to keep up her appearances. It’s funny, seeing the noble-turned knight washing off a hard day’s evidence on her body: trading blood for eye creams, the stench of death for her little vial of floral perfume. But she notices how similar they are, in this way.

The first time Shadowheart lets Serena brush out her hair, it’s incredibly intimate between them. It’s a huge gesture of trust on Shadowheart’s part. And Serena is so gentle. Serena’s fingertips dancing around her neck, brushing her hair aside. The press of lips- chaste and loving, rather than sinful- against her shoulder blades. Shadowheart trusts her fully, melting into her embrace.

Shadowheart does the same for Serena; scratching softly at her scalp and stealing a kiss while Tav’s eyes are closed in bliss. They both wear intricate up-do’s into battle, it would be such a sweet tradition if they did that for each other.

Plus, Tav gets to see Shadowheart with her hair down when she wakes up every morning. She loves tucking a stray hair behind that pointed tip of her ear and just basking in her beauty 🥹🥰

[rosedhall]

Thinking about Maya having intricate and close relationships with each of her ghosts, thinking about how all her living friends abandoned her.. that she can never touch, be with or genuinely know these people who want her safe because they're stuck in their own times and perpetually re-living through their deaths. She can't ever have something tangible.

Anyway, as such, here's some "Maya and the ghosts interpersonal relationships" headcanons:

Amy Bell. Maya immediately develops a soft spot for Amy, given that she was only aged ten at death, though she can provide little support and can never quite bring herself to explain to Amy that she's been dead for 30-odd-years whenever Amy excitedly tells her that she wants to be just like her when she's big, she does like to show her more of what the world has to offer. She plays video games with Amy excitedly directing her through them, completely stunned by the graphics. Loves to take her on walks and drives. Though it hurts her immensely that Amy doesn't seem to understand that only Maya can talk to her.

Doctor Bose. Bose and Maya also get off on a good foot, he's soft spoken, polite and (generally) the most emotionally intelligent ghost. I picture him being good at soothing her when she's distressed - psychiatrist and such - it starts the moment they meet, his warm, hollow self pressed against her flank trying to count her breaths as she clutches at her bleeding scalp. He wants nothing more than to tuck her under his sports jacket and chat aimlessly about her post-university prospects.

He resents her inability to cook well, tuts through the box if she has pesto pasta more than two nights in a row. Is far too invested in the gossip of her housemates and will trail them, flickering the lights if they touch Maya's food. He does not like them but tamps down any particularly scathing criticism for her peace of mind. Big old gossipy softie.

Harvey. Due to Harvey's actual chronic inability to have tact, he and Maya are not initially keen on each other. He's also incredibly old fashioned in his mannerisms and Maya has a deep distaste for being called "pet", "love" or "girl" (oh, what range a middle aged northern bloke has) and such their first interactions are pretty biting and unpleasant. Very snarky on Harvey's end.

However, they do eventually start to warm towards each other. Harvey begins to realise that Maya is a genuinely good, if nosey, person who's often left out by her peers due to her quirks. Maya realises Harvey is a deeply emotionally repressed man. They find comfort in being aware of these aspects. Harvey also decides he needs to be a protector of sorts, though he's stiff about it, Maya just likes winding him up, but knows he'd probably kill for her if he could.

Rosemary Hall. Much like with Harvey, Rose and Maya are not able to bond well initially. Rose holds herself at such a distance from potential connection, because the moment she stops playing aloof she gets hurt. And Maya doesn't understand why Rose is so cold with her. (Also, confronting the reality of Maya's experiences means that Rose will have to contend with the person Jimmy's become.) The parallels between them both are striking and as Maya becomes cognisant of that fact, the more she's able to wriggle her way into Rose's good books.

Once they settle in with each other more, Rose let's herself be a little more maternal; she'll constantly keep track of what Maya ought to be doing and remind her of it, she offers hangover remedies and insightful relationship advice. She wants to braid Maya's hair the way her mother did her own, but she's such an amorphous spirit that her fingers drift through the strands. Maya likes to listen to her go on about the hotel's glory days and watch shit soap operas together.

[farity]

Tell me, show me, part 3

Pairing:  Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary:  After the wedding, Aemond x reader settle down to start their married life

Warning:  Smut

@ kyloremus and their manips is amazing!

Part 1  -  Part 2

“You are to make no demands on your husband,” the dowager queen Alicent was telling you.  “Men are demanding creatures who may ignore you a moment after the deed is done and we must not reproach them.”

You smiled to yourself.  “I was told the same when I became of age, Your Grace.”

“Well,” she continued, not looking convinced.  “You are very high spirited, and my son prefers the quiet of his books or the demands of the training yard.  He is not one to notice things that we women might consider extraordinary.  He has his duties, and other than getting you with child, you will probably spend most of your time on your own, praying or doing charity work.”

“I thank you, Your Grace, for your wisdom, and I will keep your words in mind as I begin my married life with Prince Aemond.”

She gave you one last cursory look, her eyes stopping disapprovingly on your neckline, which showed just a bit of the swell of your breasts.  Nothing scandalous.  Well, not to most people.  She turned and left after placing a kiss on your forehead.

* * * * * 

Saying the words felt strange.  You knew this was not a love match, and you did not pretend it was.  But there was an ember of desire, and you hoped more would grow from that.  The dowager queen had her long experience of marriage to draw upon but it didn’t mean it would be the same for you and Aemond.  For one, you were the same age, and you had not been pushed into the marriage.  

Aemond had made a remark about not liking the other suitable ladies his mother had considered and you had not reacted to it, but knowing that he had chosen you gave you a little hope.  Whatever it was about you that had caught his attention had ended up with you being his wife, and you could build on that.

A stipulation of the wedding contract had been that no bedding ceremony be performed, so you found yourself in Aemond’s chambers with two of your ladies.  One of whom was undoing your hair from the intricate twists and braids it had been secured into all day, and the other had just finished tying the one loop that secured your nightgown together.

Aemond walked in, startling your maids, and simply looked at you.

“Thank you, ladies,” you said, dismissing the two women.

The younger one had a length of your hair in her hand.  “I am not quite finished, my lady.”

“You are now.”

You gave Aemond a look, and patted both women on the back.  They both stared at him, stared at you, then curtsied and left the room.

“Please do not frighten my ladies, my lord Darkness,” you said softly while undoing the last bit of braid.

He smirked at you.  “I have spent far too long in your company yet unable to have you, you will forgive my impatience.”  Closing the distance between you, he took your face in his hands.  “My lady Sunshine,” he whispered, and kissed you gently.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, delighting in his need of you.  He wore only a tunic and loose trousers now, and had removed his eyepatch.  “Will you partake of some wine, husband?” you asked, smiling.

“I am craving something very different,” he murmured, his hands lowering to cup your ass.  “A special delicacy i have been looking forward to all day.”

You knew what he meant.  He brushed his lips against yours, and you reached up to caress his cheek.  Your back was bare in the nightgown and his hands roamed up until they found the fastening behind your neck.  Tugging on the end of the fabric, he stepped back to watch as the silky garment slid down, revealing your body.

“You are exquisite,” he whispered, his gaze darkening with lust.  He reached for you and pulled you to the bed.

“I am very glad you think so.”

Even though this was not the first time you had lain with Aemond, you felt nervous.  Maybe because it was your wedding night, but you felt so much anticipation as he ran his hands down your sides.

He began kissing your neck, one hand roaming down until he found the heat between your legs.  You moaned as his long fingers slipped in gently to begin teasing you.

“How many times are you going to come for me tonight, hmm?”  He bit down on your earlobe and you felt a shiver go through you.   

You wrapped one of your legs around him, pressing your foot against his calf to get more leverage, the magical movement of his fingers sending curls of pleasure through you.  “I can’t wait to find out.”  You grabbed his face, pressed your lips against you as your hips rocked.

Soon you were panting, your orgasm within reach, the haze of pleasure wrapping around you tighter and tighter until you broke apart, Aemond’s fingers continuing to move through every contraction.  

He slowed down as the pleasure tapered off, and kissed your forehead.  ‘My lady Sunshine, you are delightfully responsive.”

Still floating, you found the edge of the fabric and tugged at the hemline of his tunic.  “May I, husband?”

“You wish to touch me?”

“Yes, Aemond, you must know what I do.”  You waited for him to acquiesce, and when he nodded, you lifted the garment over his head.  Smooth, pale skin beckoned and your palms ran over his shoulders and down his arms.  It was not enough, and you rubbed your cheek against one shoulder, wanting to press your entire body against his.  You felt him grab your hair in one fist, and whimpered, placing a kiss on his skin.  “Allow me to please you.”

“You already do,” he replied, and you pulled back to look at him.  “I lived surrounded by women who would avoid looking at me, or plaster frightened smiles as I walked by.”  He pushed you down on your back, looming over you.  “I heard the rumors, the names, every despicable word they aimed at me behind my back while pleading friendship to my face.”  He palmed one of your breasts, the soft, silky tip hardening as he teased it with his thumb.  “But whatever the Seven think of me, they sent me a bride who looks at the broken and scarred and sees the man beneath.  I have done little to deserve you but I will be damned if I ever let you go."

You reached up, touched by his words, by the intensity behind them.  It wasn’t love, you knew that, but for now you each fulfilled a need in the other that no one else ever had.  And for now, it was enough.

“I am no warrior, Aemond.  No dragonrider.  I am no cunning politician.  But whatever woman’s arts I can use  - deceit, gossip, poison, I will use them all against anyone who tries to tear us apart.”

He pressed his forehead against yours.  “Then you are doomed to a lifetime by my side.  If an afterlife exists, believe me, you will be mine then, too.”  He squeezed your breast before sliding down until he could push your legs apart.  “Now, I have hungered long enough.”  He bent down and licked up a slow swipe between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs.

Your back arched up off the bed, the whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it.  You tried to pull your hips back ever so slightly but he held you firm as he feasted, your thighs shaking on his shoulders.  This was going to be quick, you realized, as you began spiraling tighter and tighter, but then he shoved your legs back, pushing your knees against your sides, and held them there.  He continued working you with lips and tongue, his hair brushing the back of your thighs as he drove you closer and closer, and you threw your head back, a long moan filling the room as you came.  You felt fingers beginning to enter you, and when he started curling his fingertips, a second orgasm started tearing through you.

He didn’t stop and you tried to grab at his hands to pull him up to you.  “Aemond, please.  I want you.”

Aemond rose, smirking down at you.  “Greedy, are we?”  He pulled your legs closer and you felt him nudging against your already sensitive flesh.  You wiggled your hips, trying to get him inside you.  “Greedy and wanton,” he murmured, and began pushing inside you.  He gasped.  “You’re as hot as the sun.”

He felt so big inside you, filling you completely.  “You feel so good, husband.”  Rocking your hips, you clenched around him and he went very still.  You smiled to yourself, thrilled to have this effect on him.

“Greedy,” he repeated, breathing hard, “wanton, and most cruel.”  You did it again, rocking and clenching and he groaned, pounding his hips against you, pure pleasure overtaking him.

He collapsed half on you, half on the bed, and you happily wrapped your legs around him, holding him close as he got his breathing back under control.  

* * * * * 

Aemond let his new wife thread her fingers though his hair.  She had a way of both soothing and inflaming him, and right now he was content to listen to her heartbeat, to have her pretty breasts pressed against him.

She had never spoken of love, which was something he had attributed to her intellect.  Unlike many silly girls at court who soon professed love to men they had known for less than a week, she didn’t seem to resent the fact that their marriage was a political one.  She hadn’t acted the coquette or whined for jewels and gifts upon their betrothal, and seemed to view their union as a partnership.  

Her passionate nature was a delightful surprise, and he still couldn’t believe how he had bared his scars to her, wondering if she’d run off screaming, and instead she had touched and kissed him as if he was something to be cherished.

Sometimes fate worked in his favor.  She was still running her fingers through his hair and he let his eye close, let his thoughts wander off as sleep took over.

* * * * * 

He had fallen asleep.

You smiled at the man resting in your arms, placing a gentle kiss on top of his head as you continued to caress his hair.  

There was a duality about him that intrigued you.  The stern, menacing exterior he presented to the world, and the man who had given you such tender, caring words not long ago.  

You rested your cheek on your husband’s head and let his steady breathing lull you to sleep.

* * * * * 

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[sanaserena]

YAY, OPLA is still in the top 10 - top 4 most streamed last week - this week, in it's sixth week of airing! See ↓↓ from here: Twitter Link

In my personal opinion, that's looking good. It's also interesting to compare OPLA's streaming stats week by week compared to several other shows in the top 10 (but in saying that... I haven't had time to do a full comparison, just bits here and there, so I can't say anything for sure...still, it's very interesting to look at!! And considering, I usually don't have the time or effort to follow any other show in such detail... but One Piece has such a special place in my heart!)

I finally am back round with screenshots from Episode 6 - and my thoughts on the episode. I also really loved this episode, the cast has so many good moments, and I love how we see the crew bond and develop through one of the biggest trials of the Straw Hat pirates friendship.

Highlights of Ep 6:

Do you know how much I love these sets? Why sometimes I love live action? Because we get to see even more sides to the manga panels, to the anime scenes that probably weren’t important or thought about at the time. For example, I love that we get to see more of the inside of the Going Merry (we do see this in the manga, but there's something more intricate and detailed about the live action's adaptation)

The interactions between Koby and Garp. The more times I re-watch OPLA, the more I like these interactions. I like them because we get to see Koby develop and how Garp becomes his and Helmeppo's mentor (something we only see in cover stories in OP, before their big appearance at the end of a specific arc, where the Koby and Helmoppo have clearly grown up.)

The interaction between Garp and Mihawk. This is OP only, and we see a different kind of Warlord/Marine interaction past the East Blue Saga in the One Piece Manga. I liked that this was introduced in OPLA season 1, it does so many wonderful things like, give us more Mihawk time (those who know, know how rare he is in the manga, but beloved despite those rare appearances), show us more of how the Warlord system works/or does work, and of course hammers in other plot points for OPLA. (Also, Steven John Ward is such a magnificent Mihawk.)

The interaction between Sanji, Usopp, and Luffy. When Luffy speaks of Wado Ichimonji, and pronounces the name completely wrong in a very Luffy way, sometimes I ask myself, do I love this line in OPLA because I know it’s a very Luffy trait from the manga, or do I love it because Inaki delivers this line so well?

This episode gives us more wonderful expressions from the cast. Taz is such a fantastic Sanji and Jacob is pretty good as Usopp. They're both great in this episode. I've heard some people complain that Usopp and Sanji were done a bit dirty in season 1, but truthfully, I have high hopes that the showrunners will give them more space for development in season 2 now that they've been introduced. If you squash everything into season 1, that only leaves less space for character development on screen later on. So I'm looking forward to seeing OPLA develop some of our favourite OP characters in their way, but faithful to Oda's vision.

I love how they did Sanji's backstory. They did not skimp on the truth behind Zeff's leg, which the anime does, and the manga is a little more brutal on.

You know, sometimes I had my doubts, before OPLA was released, on whether Craig Fairbrass would make a good Zeff. There were so many white actors and I like hmmm. But, damn it all, he’s perfect. He brings Zeff alive with so much zest and flavour. Both in present and the past flashbacks. It was wonderful. (Also, it does make me laugh every time I see his braided mustache jumping when he speaks, love it.)

Christian Convery is also fantastic as young Sanji. He acts wonderfully. He's like a little angelic cherub, and thus for the extended starvation period, he was a little too fleshy, however, this is a child (and we can't ask him to starve just for acting at his age, and for something like this in a tv series, I'd much rather the vfx went to the bigger elements, like Buggy's devil fruit powers, Luffy's devil fruit powers, the Sea King, etc.), and his acting still managed to convince me that he had been starving for days.

And as usual, I can't fit all the screenshots here ... see Part 2: Here, and Part 3: Here.

[elek-tavor]

i started watching the movies (for the first time) after finishing reading the hobbit and lotr, and here is my take on the thirteen dwarves' design after seeing an unexpected journey:

thorin. why does he look like a model? it's not exactly uncanny valley (like a certain other drawf i will be mentioning later), but he still looks instantly out of place among most dwarves. i wish they at least did something wild to his beard. but he does look cool and my gay ass isn't immune to a hot guy, even if he probably shouldn't be hot, so i'll give you that. 6/10

balin. WHY IS HE SO FUCKING OLD? this feels like a hate crime. he is literally canonically younger than thorin, and he looks like he is one foot in the grave. like, i understand that they are both a little under 200 years old at this point, but pick a fucking struggle?? either make thorin look like an old wrinkly man as well, or make balin look younger. also, the design itself is boring as fuck. 2/10

bofur. this one is my favourite. he looks very cozy but also a little scary. he could be heading out the back with an axe to chop some wood for a nice little fireplace. he could also be an axe murderer. he's actually the sweetest dwarf you'll ever meet. he reminds me of my grandpa. 11/10

kíli. WHY THE FUCK IS HE YASSIFIED? he literally looks like what i imagined aragorn to look like while reading lotr. he barely has a beard, his hair is just... long. this is some fucking guy. not a dwarf. i do not care that he has a romance plot - you don't need to yassify a dwarf for him to be in a relationship with an elf, just ask gimli. 0/10

fíli. this is a solid design of a younger dwarf. he has more braids in his hair than i can count. he has a weird long ass mustache and it's also braided. i can see him growing into a more unhinged look that most dwarves clearly have as he becomes older. but i do feel like he was cleaned up a little for a lesser contrast between him and his brother. 7/10

ori. he looks very cute. his design instantly makes him stand out and i feel like i already know his personality just by looking at him (which is great for a trilogy with such a huge cast). he's a silly little dwarf. perhaps a little naive. must be protected. 10/10

nori. somehow, i feel like this was the last design they worked on. what is going on on that head. is he the inventor of middle earth hairspray? if he is, he's doing the worst possible thing he could with it. this isn't quirky or interesting - it just looks bad. the beard is kind of cool, but there is still something off with it. 4/10

dwalin. this guy is here to maim and kill. i feel like his haircut choice isn't even due to male pattern baldness. he just wanted as much hair as possible AND head tattoos. he found his look. he has a scar on his face. 10/10

glóin. i haven't seen lotr yet but i know what gimli looks like in the movies and the goal with gloin's design was clearly to make him look as much like gimli's dad as possible. this guy is already walking in his son's shadow, but i don't mind. overall, a solid dwarf look. i love the metal thingies in the beard. 8/10

dori. when i look at him, i have that "look at this distinguished gentleman" sound in my head. he's got a very intricate braiding situation going on in his hair, and i kinda love it. he has clip on piercings on both his ears and he has clearly constructed his whole look so he could show them off. 9/10

óin. we are evidently starting to run out of personalities, because this guy is also here primarily to maim and kill. to be fair, that's what a lot of dwarves are, so i'll allow it. i like the two giant beard braids - i'm pretty sure he has more facial hair than i have hair on my head, which is exactly the kind of impression a dwarf's beard should be giving. 7/10

bombur. he reminds me of obelix from the french cartoons. he has an entirely insane beard-works-as-a-moustache-extension situation going on as well as a huge circular braid which i can't even tell where that's coming from. it's a nice unique design. 8/10

bifur. he's got an orc axe stuck in his head. i forgot that was a detail in the book and i also did not understand what it was until i googled it. i thought it could just be an accessory choice. but i might just be stupid. i can, however, tell that he had an emo phase and he still meticulously dyes strands of his beard jet black, so he could have a trendy dark-and-silver look. 7/10