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theunsinkableship1 · 3 months ago

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A very mindful deep dive into Nicola's posts.

DISCLAIMER: This is LUKOLALAND only. Do not read if you're not a shipper. This is PURE SPECULATION. No harm intended.

Recently, the ever-graceful and thoughtful Nicola has been quite active on Instagram, treating us to regular posts. True to her style, each post is carefully considered, and as always, she's been incredibly mindful of her audience. With every update, she's sent Lukolaland into a whirlwind of excitement or total chaos, as fans eagerly dissect each post in search of hidden meanings. Even when we're unsure of the exact message, the theories continue to swirl.

Theory 1 The scrabble game is a message for the Adjacent.

N likes scrabble and she has a degree in English, take that in account.The words on the board appear to be randomly placed without an immediately obvious hidden message. However, we could interpret or connect the words in various ways to find underlying messages based on the context, a complex and layered message, potentially from N to someone possibly "A". Here’s my interpretation using literal meanings, slang and abbreviations.

DAD: Might refer to L (N and L are referred to as Mom and Dad), bringing in a personal element to the message.

DIRT: Refers to something unethical or malicious, indicating wrongdoing.

DEAD: N might be signaling that something is irrevocably over.

FATE: suggesting that no matter the actions taken, some outcomes are destined.

LIED: Suggests that someone has been dishonest. N might be accusing "A" of lying or referring to a broader context where lies have played a significant role.

LAG: Could suggest that someone has been slow to act, respond, or understand the situation. It might imply that someone has been too slow to realize the consequences of their actions or has been dragging their feet in addressing something important. Could refer to L

HUG: Could signify a need for her to comfort L, showing that despite everything, there’s still a longing for connection.

HEY A: a greeting or attention-grabber, setting up the following points.

WATCH: A warning to "A" to be cautious, as something is about to unfold.

HIL: Indicates that "he is leaving," possibly confirming that L is departing or has already decided to leave.

WOO: Implies attempts to win someone over, possibly through romantic gestures.

RIB:(slang) Implies teasing or provocation, possibly indicating a tense or challenging dynamic.

GIZMOS: Represents unknown factors or tools that are in play, adding complexity to the situation.

OOMS: One of my subscribers Refers to A or an unspecified party involved in the situation who monitors N’s activity on social networks

WERE: Suggesting it’s in the past now.

FLED: Suggests that someone may have run away or is trying to escape the situation.

FEAR: Indicates that fear might have motivated A’s actions or warns her of the consequences that should be feared.

RIV: Conveys feistiness and readiness to the fight.

PRUNE:(slang) Refers to someone being foolish, which could be an insult or critique directed at "A."

PRINT: Suggests that something may have been a scandal or will become public knowledge, hinting at exposure.

MINT: Could refer to money, possibly hinting at financial motivations or consequences.

SEX: Implies that intimacy or sexual manipulation was used, perhaps as a diversion or as a key factor in the situation.

STONE: (slang) testicles symbolizes courage or resilience, possibly suggesting that someone needs to be strong in the face of adversity.

JET: Suggests leaving quickly, possibly advising "A" to be prepared to depart or implying that someone has already left.

The combination of these words suggests an undercurrent of tension, with themes of trust, control, exposure, and perhaps an attempt to seek comfort or truth in a challenging situation. It might be a reflection possibly relating to a complex relationship or public scrutiny. The mix of positive and negative words could imply that N feels wronged, is seeking validation, or is trying to navigate a challenging situation.

Theory 2 Her post for her best friend birthday, a jab at N’s friends.

N knows how to kill two birds with one stone. She posted pictures of her with her best friend C with the following caption:

“Happy Birthday @C I love you so much that I could never imagine my life without you!!! Remember the time paparazzi took a picture of us and to protect me you grabbed my face?”

This seems a little bit random but it’s not. It’s actually quite relevant. During that time, Luke’s friends faced a lot of backlash for revealing his whereabouts and private activities supposedly without his consent or knowledge, with some even speculating they were in cahoots with the paparazzi. In contrast, Nicola’s post demonstrated how a true friend should act in such situations, and C perfectly exemplifies what genuine friendship looks like. They should take notes and thank those ladies for this masterclass.

Theory 3: Bless the telephone is for L

Bless the Telephone" is a soulful, gentle song by Labi Siffre The song's theme revolves around the significance of hearing the voice of a loved one through the telephone. It's a reflection on how such a small and ordinary act receiving a phone call can bring immense happiness and a sense of closeness, even when physically apart.

The lyrics express gratitude for the ability to connect with someone dear, emphasizing the warmth and reassurance that a simple phone call can bring.

“It's nice to hear your voice again I've waited all day long Even wrote a song for you It's strange, the way you make me feel With just a word or two I'd like to do the same for you

It's nice to hear you say "hello" And "how are things with you? I love you" But very soon it's time to go An office job to do While I'm here writing songs for you

Strange How a phone call can change your day Take you away Away The lyrics express the joy and comfort found in hearing someone's voice,This could relate to Nicola's feelings towards Luke, where she yearns for a connection that might have been strained or weakened these past months.

The line, "I've waited all day long, even wrote a song for you," suggests one person putting in a lot of effort to maintain or reignite the connection, while the other person is busy. This could symbolize an imbalance in their relationship, where N feels she is investing more emotionally while L may be preoccupied with other aspects of his life.

This could reflect how N might feel that despite the challenges in their relationship, small gestures from L still have the power to bring her joy and remind her of their connection.

N perceives L's words or actions as powerful enough to change her day or mood, highlighting the sensitivity and emotional investment she has in their relationship.

This song could be N's way of communicating that she values the connection they share and is thankful for it, no matter how small or brief their interactions might be.

The song captures the bittersweet reality of how something as simple as a phone call can momentarily lift someone's spirits, even when the underlying issues in the relationship remain unresolved.

Theory 4 Juna is about L

“Come to me slowly

It's when you talk close enough That I feel it on my skin, breathe it in Most of these days (most of these days) I don't get too intimate Why would I let you in? (Why would I let you in?) But I think again

I don't even try I don't have to think With you, there's no pretending

You know me, you know me And I just might know you too, know you Come to me ready”

The song "Juna" by Clairo revolves around themes of intimacy, vulnerability, and authenticity in relationships. It conveys the idea of gradually opening up to someone special, letting down emotional barriers, and allowing yourself to be truly seen and understood by another person.

Clairo's lyrics suggest that being with someone who knows you deeply brings out the best in you, inspiring you to explore new facets of your identity and live life more fully. Overall, "Juna" is a celebration of genuine human connection and the beauty of sharing meaningful experiences with someone who truly understands you.

N could be sharing a part of her emotional world, inviting L to understand her feelings on a deeper level.

The lyrics express a hesitation to become too intimate or let someone in easily ("Most of these days I don't get too intimate"). This could symbolize N's cautious approach towards deepening her emotional connection with L, possibly due to past experiences or fear of getting hurt. N said that she hasn’t been in love since she was 9.

Despite the caution, there is an acknowledgment that with this person, there's no need for pretense ("With you, there's no pretending"). This line could reflect how N feels a genuine and effortless connection with L where she can be her true self without having to put up any walls. She has always stated that L is a special relationship in her life like no other.

The lyrics suggest a mutual understanding and recognition between the two ("You know me, you know me, And I just might know you too"). This could indicate that N feels that L understands her on a deep level, and she believes she understands him as well, that there is a strong bond between them.

The invitation to "Come to me slowly" and "Come to me ready" implies a desire for the relationship to progress at a pace that allows both to be fully prepared and present. This could signify N's hope that their relationship will continue to grow, but at a pace where both she and L are emotionally ready to embrace it fully.

These lyrics reflect the delicate balance of vulnerability, caution, and deep connection. N may be grappling with the tension between her natural inclination to protect herself and the undeniable bond she feels with Luke. The song captures the idea that true intimacy takes time and readiness, and it suggests a hopeful anticipation of deepening that connection when both are fully prepared.

Conclusion on both songs: I I believe both songs are directed towards L because N is a very private person, and she’s fully aware of what Lukolaland thinks and hopes for. I don’t see her intentionally misleading a large part of her audience. I also think she was in love with L during the PR tour, and the distance and awkwardness we’ve seen between them wouldn’t exist if those kinds of feelings weren’t involved. The feelings seem mutual, and there’s an undeniable strong bond between them, as many in the fandom believe. It’s rare to have that with someone, let alone multiple people.

She isn’t missing EF or JD, as she’s been seen with them recently, and it’s safe to assume they’ve been in touch. If she were dating one of them, they’d already be together, and she wouldn’t be waiting for him to be ready. There are countless love songs she could have chosen, yet she picked these specific ones.

For those who doubted her intentions, she responded beautifully with a framed picture captioned: “Very demure, very mindful.” She loves a double entendre.

Final thoughts:

I believe that Nicola is very deliberate and thoughtful in how, when, and why she engages with her audience. She’s incredibly smart and aware, and while she might have a busy life, this kind of interaction is a meaningful part of it. Despite her being very demure, she’s also very human and very mindful and not above sending subtle messages. This is one of the reasons we admire her so much. While we might tend to overanalyze her every move, there’s often an underlying message in what she shares. These messages are usually intended for everyone because she chooses to make them public, rather than keeping them private or posting them only on her personal Instagram. She considers her fans and communicates with them in this way. I think she enjoys being playful and giving us little challenges. For me, it’s: Message received, challenge accepted.

*Correction: I've come to realize that I made a mistake. When Nicola said she hasn't been in love since she was 9, she was actually making a comparison with Penelope.

#lukola #lukolaland

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loveforpreserumsteve · 5 years ago

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The Chilling Adventures of Steve Rogers: Part One (Magical Hydra Horror AU)

Five:

Sitting at his desk in Pym's physics class, Steve idly doodled in his notebook. Mindlessly, his hand moved about the paper as he tried to set himself right. It shouldn't have been nearly as difficult to do so. After all, he knew that he wanted to make a difference. Steve wanted to help others and make the world a better place. And he knew that the only way to do that would be to join the rest of his family in Hydra.

Hydra ruled the world. They hid just behind the scenes and puppeteered the intricacies of the world. Scientist, doctors, and teachers. Powerful politicians and lower-ranking do-gooders. Activists groups and just every day schmoes, like Steve's uncles. Like their late sister, Steve's mom, Hela.

But that rock in the pit of Steve's stomach was still heavy with dread. Steve knew that on his sixteenth birthday, he'd fully integrate into Hydra. Not only would he be undergoing the procedure for a new, powerful body that aligned more with the strength of his families. But he'd also be shipped off to a school to better practice the powers he inherited. The magical abilities that he hardly ever practiced because they reminded him of what the future held.

Steve would've liked to think that, come his sixteenth birthday, he'd be able to leave the mundane of his former life behind and happily embrace his new life. And perhaps he would've if it wasn't for --

The school bell chimed loudly overhead, signaling that class was over. Packing up his items, Steve found Sam lingering around the doorframe for him. Slinging his bag over his slender shoulder, Steve pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and tried not to get emotional as he crossed the room to Sam. Sam was another person he'd have to give up.

"Why the long face?" Sam questioned, gripping onto his own backpack strap. Nudging him with a gentle elbow to the ribs, Sam teased, "Bucky didn't give you an in between class kiss?"

"Ha ha," Steve playfully rolled his eyes and nudged his shoulder in to Steve's taller frame.

"Okay," Sam chuckled, placing his arm around Steve's petite frame. The air shifting into one less playful, but not any less caring as Sam asked, "So, what's up?"

"Nothing," Steve answered, letting his gaze land on the rows of lockers as they approached his own.

"C'mon, dude. There's clearly something up. So, what is it? Maybe I can help," Sam encouraged, squeezing Steve just a bit closer before dropping his arm entirely.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Steve thought about all the repercussions if he so much as hinted about what was truly bothering him. After all, the witch hunts of the past were still a very real thing in other parts of the world. As the world had shown over and over again, when people feared the unknown, they turned violent.

Besides, Steve wanted this. Really, he did. He wanted to fit in with his family. He wanted to be healthy. He wanted to be good and do good. He wanted to save the world. And the only way to do that was to follow his family, embrace his destiny, and become a part of Hydra.

"I just didn't sleep well," Steve answered instead, sagging in his fatigue as he opened his locker.

Sam leaned against the other lockers beside Steve's and empathetically sighed, "That most definitely sucks."

"You're telling me," Steve scoffed, letting out a deep breath and just taking a moment to blankly look at his open locker. On the inside of the door, there were pictures of Steve with Bucky, and some with their friends, held in colorful magnetic frames. Inside, Bucky's worn leather jacket hung on one of the hooks, crammed in tight beside Steve's Sherpa faux lining tan corduroy jacket. The bottom shelf held Steve's books while Bucky claimed the top shelf since he could actually reach it.

"So," Sam started, watching Steve, "What kept you up?"

Steve shook his head, he couldn't talk about it. Not even with himself. Instead, he tried to bury all his negativity deep down within himself. Maybe he could write about it and burn it up, so no one else could read it? Maybe he could scream it out in a pillow? Or maybe he could talk to Hil--

Arms wrapped around his small torso and lifted him in the air. Steve let out a startled gasp and turned his head to find Bucky. Jovially, Bucky pressed a passionate, playful kiss to the side of his neck as he set Steve down on the ground.

With a smile on his face, Steve spun around to face his boyfriend. Trying to remain stern, Steve swatted at Bucky and asked, "James Buchanan, what are you trying to do?! Give me a heart attack?!"

"Ooh, you just got middle named," scandalized, Sam teased.

But the large grin stayed glued to Bucky's face as he ducked down and affectionately wrapped Steve up in his arms while nuzzling into Steve's neck. Knowing that Steve could never stay made at him when he acted so cute. Which was the reason why Bucky acted as adorable as he could. Gaining that fond grin of Steve's every time in the process. Just as he did now.

Pulling back, Bucky kept his arms protectively around Steve's waist and grinned, "You love me."

The blush burning deep on Steve's cheeks, he corrected falsely, "I hate you."

"Yeah, okay," Bucky playfully rolled his eyes and leaned in to press a sweet, chaste kiss to Steve's lips. Appeasing the blond in all the ways that stopped Steve's head from thinking about everything bad that was sure to come.

#chilling adventures of steve rogers #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #halloween au #spooky #hydra #hail hydra #cut off one head #magic #mortal boyfriend probs

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hildiraphillips · 6 years ago

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Hildira Phillips

(Artwork by the absolutely skilled Dyingstar! Please check them out at that link.)

general information—— —

FULL NAME: Hildira Phillips

NICKNAME(S): ‘Hil’, ‘Dira’, ‘Ros’

TITLE(S): Dame, Slayer of Bel’zek the Thunderous

AGE: 30

RACE: Human

GENDER: Cis Woman

SEXUALITY: Homosexual

IN-GAME NAME: Hildira-MG

physical appearance—— —

HAIR: Straight, silvery-blue hair

EYES: Greenish

HEIGHT: 5’10″

BUILD: Athletic, well-muscled

PIERCINGS: Ears

TATTOOS: Mark of Fortitude (back), holy texts (side), Rune of Valor (right shoulder), Silver Hand symbol (left shoulder)

ACCESSORIES: Shield earrings, Holy Light rosary, Libram

FACE CLAIMS: See art!

VOICE CLAIM(S): Mary Elizabeth McGlynn

personal information—— —

PROFESSION: Paladin, Squire Trainer

HOBBIES: Horseback Riding, people-watching, social drinking, reading, vrykul studies

SKILL(S): Light-wielding, healing, riding, battle, armor repair, teaching

LANGUAGE(S): Common, a little Dwarven

RESIDENCE: Stormwind City

BIRTHPLACE: Southshore, Lordaeron

RELIGION: Holy Light

FLAWS: Lack of regard for Church authority, prideful, a little vain,

FEARS: Drowning (weighed down by armor), sailing, turning undead, Forsaken blight, losing her horse, losing her squire, being defeated in combat

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good

relationships—— —

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: Never going to happen

PARENTS: June and George Faris (Deceased)

SIBLINGS: None

OTHER RELATIVES:

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Claire Orlowe, Eva Mythrunner, Ilaian Thorne, Amaelliste Thornwell

traits—— —

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / indifferent / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / uncultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

assertive / timid / in between.

RP Hooks—— —

The Silver Hand - Hildira is a knight of the Silver Hand- the Alliance’s proud order of paladins. This could make her a worthwhile ally to have, or a dangerous enemy to meet. She’s an experienced paladin, always able to offer advice or lend a hand.

Knight-Errant - Before the Legion came, Hildira was a knight-errant, wandering the Eastern Kingdoms and doing good wherever she could. Now with the Blood War in full swing, she’s returned to that life in part- assisting on the home front whilst training her apprentice.

Legionfall Champion - Hildira, a paladin, worked with the Armies of Legionfall during the war against the Legion. She led ground forces in assaults against demonic targets and was one of the Silver Hand knights who even worked with warlocks and demon hunters. When the battle moved to Argus, Hildira was there as well- maybe she could run into a former comrade?

Vrykul Enthusiast - Hildira took a strong interest in the warrior culture of the Tideskorn when she was in Stormheim. she’d love to meet more Vrykul- or perhaps fellow adventurers who know more about them.

#rp with me please #hildira rp profile #moon guard #paladin #silver hand

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lifeaftermeteor · 6 years ago

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Christmas Eve: Act I

Colonial Conference Center L4-V05001 24 December 210

They pulled into the event parking lot, dressed to the nines. True to her word nearly five years ago, Hilde had made ample use of the funds she had won off of the other members of their group who proved unable to keep up with her Poker skills. [1] In the back seat of the blue sports car Heero had borrowed off of Quatre upon arrival, the canopy secured closed for their ride over. Black heels dangling from her fingertips, Hilde watched the world pass by outside and straightened invisible creases in her dress.

Earlier at the Winner house, the group had had assembled at the foot of the large staircase and her earlier trepidation at wearing such formal attire vanished at the sight of the rest of them. The men looked classically fashionable in their tuxes, but Relena herself had opted for color, her floor-length dress all intricate glittering embroidery and gauzy layers.

Hilde had turned to Quatre who was beaming at the group and had observed, “Damn, we clean up good.”

Quatre had laughed and nodded emphatically, poking her bare shoulder, “Yourself included. I’m glad to see your winnings went to a good cause.”

“I’ll never wear it again,” she had admitted, glancing down at herself. She was confident the black sheath dress, with its lace and open back, would never see the light of day after tonight. It was not exactly salvage and scrap yard attire.

Perhaps sensing her discomfort, Quatre had pulled her close, an embrace she readily accepted. “We’ll just have to find another excuse to pull it out then,” he had told her.

Now as Heero parked the car in the designated event lot, Hilde sincerely hoped there would be another opportunity. Once Heero had disengaged the engine, the three of them—Heero, Duo, and Hilde—climbed out of the car. Only now did Hilde put her heels on, bracing a hand against her open car door. Meanwhile, Duo and Heero moved around to the front of the car and leaned back against the hood. Shoes secured to her feet, she shut her own door and strode to join her friends, the stiletto striking the asphalt with smart clicks.

Beside them, Trowa cut the engine to his own vehicle—some sleek black machine—from which the rest of the group spilled forth. “Thanks for the VIP parking,” Hilde said as Quatre appeared out of the passengers side of the second car. “I was a bit worried about how far I was going to have to walk in these.” She tutted her spiked heel on the asphalt underfoot for emphasis.

“It’s just ‘guest’ parking,” Quatre corrected her. “If they’d given me VIP spots, there wouldn’t be a walk to the venue.”

Duo glanced over at her with a wide grin and assured, “Don’t worry Hil. Trowa would be happy to carry you if need be.”

“Oh, hey—” Trowa protested weakly as he shrugged into his black jacket, but he winked at Hilde all the same which made her smile. He then asked Quatre, “What’s the plan?” as he adjusted his cuffs.

“Right…” Quatre began as the others gathered closer together. “The main entrance will have press. They will not be allowed inside, but all attendees going that way will be photographed. Anyone looking to arrive in cognito should use the staff entrance.”

“Any reason we can’t use the main entrance?” Hilde asked. She bit her lip, preparing herself for disappointment. She had hoped for just a moment to feel like she belonged among these fashionable, important people.

Quatre shook his head, reassuring her. “You’re all cleared with security and you all have your invitations. So you won’t be stopped at the door. I just thought…” As he trailed off, he seemed suddenly uncertain.

Heero, Trowa, and Wufei exchanged glances and nearly in unison said, “Staff entrance.”

“You guys...” Hilde chastised. “Come on!”

Nearby, Duo chuckled. “I’ll escort you in, Hil.”

“Really?” she asked, brightening.

“Really?” Heero echoed, the word taking on some heavy, unspoken caution.

“Yes, really,” Duo assured them both. “I even followed protocol. Our Public Affairs chief knows I’m here and attending. His only request was that I not trip on the stairs on my way in.”

“I also followed protocol, which I think means I don’t get a choice,” Relena said, sobering the group a bit.

“No, unfortunately,” Quatre acknowledged, then shifted gears. “But I did ensure that you would be seated with us. I may have...manipulated the table assignments. The representative approved it though, so I’m absolved of any undue influence on that front.”

“Quatre…” Wufei intoned, “I don’t think that’s how that works…”

Quatre dismissed the other man’s concern with a flippant wave of his hand. “Alright, so—Heero, Trowa, and Wufei will take the staff entrance; Duo, Hilde, Relena, and I will go to the main entrance. We’ll reconvene in the main hall. We’re at Table 12.”

Mission parameters set, Duo pushed away from the car and straightened his suit before offering his arm to Hilde, who took it with much dramatic flare. To the group, he asked, “Shall we?”

“For instance,” Trowa continued as they wrapped up their dinner, “did you hear about the geologist who cheated on his wife?”

“No, I didn’t,” Duo replied sounding scandalized even as he wore the devilish grin.

“Yeah, I was really surprised,” Trowa told him. “I had always thought he was a gneiss guy.”

“Well, to be fair,” Duo answered, his tone conversational. “I had heard she was playing the field too, so it’s not entirely his fault.”

Quatre groaned. “Please don’t encourage him…” he pleaded. Beside him Hilde was gradually losing her composure, stifling wheezing laughter with a hand over her mouth. Wufei rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the smirk that crossed his face.

To Duo, Trowa replied as he fought a smile of his own. “I mean, I thought they’d be together forever; but sometimes schist happens,” tossing a wink in Heero’s direction.

“Proof that you can’t take anything for granite.” [2]

“God dammit,” Quatre cursed in frustration amid peals of laughter from his friends.

“One, two, three and four, the devil's knocking at your door—”

Wufei whipped around in his seat at the sound of Colonial Mandarin spilling from the sound system. Eyes wide, he stared at the front woman out of L2 as she worked the crowd on the dance floor below as she dropped lyrics encouraging the onward fight against oppressive systems. It was true to L2 fashion, he knew, but the fluidity of her transition out of starside Spanish and into his mother tongue had been jarring. He hadn’t heard that in…

Years, he realized and felt his cheeks ache from how hard he was grinning. From the corner of his eye, he watched Duo lean over to Relena and offer a translation as the song progressed.

“—Tell them it's good, tell them okay. But we’re not gonna do a Goddamn thing they say!” [3]

At this, Wufei laughed and clapped his hands. “That is excellent,” he commented to no one in particular, still grinning.

“I’m going to go wander,” Trowa said to Quatre, pulling the man’s attention briefly away from his conversation with Hilde. There was a flash of concern in those gemstone eyes and so Trowa reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “I’ll report back with any good intel,” he said with a wink and he could feel Quatre breathe a sigh of relief under his touch. Trowa let his hand linger a moment longer before withdrawing fully, his fingers tingling.

He slipped his hand into his pocket as he moved away. Throwing back the last of his drink, he deposited the empty glass with one of the waitstaff and picked up another as he passed. He meandered on the fringes of the dance floor, weaving in and out of earshot of revelers’ conversations.

“The trade imbalance seems to be right-sizing—”

“Who did your gown? It’s stunning—”

“I’m glad the Representative is doing this charity event. I think we can do a lot of good—”

“Man, are they in love or what?”

Trowa hesitated in spite of himself at the last and drew up into the shadows to study the speaker from a safe distance. The woman was watching the dance floor, prodding her friend on the arm, trying to get her attention which was given at last, reluctantly. “Who?” the second woman asked.

The first nodded toward the dance floor. “Those two. The guy with the hair and his partner.”

Trowa followed her gaze and was mildly surprised to find Duo and Heero caught in some stranger’s sights. They moved to the band’s beat alongside the multitude of strangers around them. Both of them having long since lost their jackets and ties, and Duo had at some point rolled up his shirt sleeves. Trowa studied them for a time alongside the two unknown witnesses, trying to see what the first woman had seen.

The second woman seemed to be in much the same situation. “The guy with the hair looks familiar,” she said, “but I can’t place him. Why do you think they’re in love? They may just be dancing.”

Her companion shook her head. “No,” she insisted. “See how they change who leads? Back and forth? It’s almost effortless.”

The three of them watched from the sidelines as Heero spun Duo out and away before pulling him back in close...and the shift happened. One would retreat from the other’s advance only for moments later the same to happen in reverse.

“See! See, that’s what I’m talking about,” the first woman said, prodding her friend’s shoulder.

Trowa smirked to himself and, with one parting glance at his friends, moved on.

Relena re-entered the dance hall to raucous cacophony and revelry and couldn’t help the thought that she had missed something. The band on-stage had driven the dancers into a fervor that, from the sidelines, looked as intimidating as it was invigorating. She sought out their table on the outskirts, which was still safely out of the melee, but found it mostly empty. She hesitated by the wall and scanned the sea of dancers, searching for familiar faces.

It was then that she noticed the lines and lines of shoes and she realized that each of the dancers she could see before her were barefoot. Glancing up at the stage, she realized the front woman was as well. She smiled.

“What kind of people dance barefoot?” asked a nearby gray-haired man to no one in particular.

It was then that Relena spotted Wufei and Duo, who had emerged out onto the fringes of the crowd, both of them laughing and heaving deep breaths. Her eyes met theirs across the distance that separated them and Wufei cocked his head toward the stage. An invitation. It was all the prompting she needed. “The best kinds of people,” Relena replied to the older man as she gracefully stepped out of her heels and moved toward the throng, leaving her shoes sitting side-by-side where she had stood moments before.

[1] A reminder to readers: Hilde is an astute Poker player, and often cleans house. Last reunion, she pulverized Quatre and Wufei.

[2] As a daughter to a geologist, I had to. Sorry not sorry. This one is for @fallingivy and @tumbledrylemur

[3] Lyrics (slightly modified) from “Heaven Knows” by The Pretty Reckless, which is most definitely the kind of music being played at this event, albeit with some artistic license applied. For instance, the band is from L2 and their set is loaded down with ‘fuck the system’ vibes. And in true LAM!verse fashion, each verse is sung in a different language. The first is in English and the second in Colonial Spanish before she hits the first chorus. The third verse is in Colonial Mandarin (as shown in this snippet). The front woman then closes out the song in L4’s own Arabic dialect.

#gundam wing #wufei chang #relena darlian #heero yuy #duo maxwell #trowa barton #quatre winner #hilde schbeiker #wufei x relena #relena x wufei #snippet saturday

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beaulahmae · 7 years ago

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What Makes a King

Excerpt from CH 27

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10838010/chapters/26722278

...in which poor Ada needs to know how to take care of his new human daughters....

“Sorry, Hilda.” Bard winced. “Actually, we do need you, because a rather sensitive subject has come up. Thranduil, and apparently Tauriel, need to be educated on matters of human women of childbearing age. Sigrid is feeling a bit shy about it, and if you would be so kind as to…” he waved his hands in the air.

“What... Ohhhh….” Hilda suddenly understood. “You mean Elves don’t…” She glared at Tauriel. “You have got to be kidding me. That's just mean!"

“Apparently not.” Bard confirmed. “And, since Thranduil has a breakdown when Tilda loses her baby teeth, I figured he'd faint outright if he suddenly came across-“

“I would not faint. I never faint.” Thranduil said with dignity.

Bard raised his eyebrows at him, “Oh, Really? What about -“

Thranduil quickly cleared his throat. “Lady Hilda, if you could please explain…”

“Fine. If it falls to me, then let’s be done with it.” She walked over and took Thranduil’s chair, and sat down. “You can get one from the other room, and be quick about it.”

“You can have mine, Thranduil, I’ll just be outsi-“ Bard jumped up quickly and tried to exit the room.

“Sit right back down, young man! If I have to suffer through this, so will you!” She told Bard severely. Then she looked at Thranduil. “If I sent that one to get a chair," she pointing to Bard, "he’d run for the hills, and we wouldn’t see him for a week. Now, If you’d please go get yourself one, I’d appreciate it.”

Thranduil bowed and kissed her hand. “You are a savvy and resourceful woman, My Lady.” He grinned at her, and went.

Sigrid got up to follow the Elvenking.

“And where do you think you’re going, Missy?”

“But Auntie Hil…” Sigrid whined. "It's embarassing!"

“You’re going to be a Healer, aren’t you? Well, this is the stuff you’re going to be dealing with, so you’d better get used to it. Now, get back here, and sit your bloody arse down!” She ordered the young girl.

That did it. Poor Tauriel couldn’t hold it in anymore. She sputtered, then burst out laughing, and flopped sideways on the bed, holding her stomach.

Thranduil looked at the group of people at the bed, and shook his head. He sighed, raised his eyes to the heavens and said a quick prayer for strength, and went to get the fucking chair.

Later, after Hilda was done explaining, she and Sigrid were leading a mumbling Tauriel, (who was no longer laughing), out of the room. Hilda looked over her shoulder at their faces, and said, "I'll get the kids ready for bed."

Thranduil sat in his chair, staring straight ahead, feeling a bit sick.

Bard, not feeling much better, asked, “Are you all right?”

“I do not think I can ever look at human female in the same light again. I do not wish to know this, yet it cannot be unknown, now.” He said, in a thin, faraway voice, eyes still wide, looking off into space.

“I don’t disagree.” He stood up, pulling Thranduil up to stand, and kissed him. “Come on, let’s tuck the children in, and call it a night.” Taking him by the hand, he led his dazed husband from the room.

Once the kids were kissed, the fires banked and the lamps turned down, Thranduil lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I love your daughters, you know that, do you not?”

Bard, turning on his side toward him, kissing his shoulder. “I do know that. And they are our daughters, now, you know. Just as Bain is our son.”

Thranduil smiled at him. “And Tauriel and Legolas are our children, as well.”

Bard smiled at him. “Are you feeling any better? Are you still glad you have human daughters?”

The smile left Thranduil’s face. “Yes, I am, but I had no idea they were so different than Elven children, Bard. I still cannot understand how Tilda loses teeth! That does not seem right to me, no matter what you say.”

“Thranduil...” Bard rolled his eyes.

“And now, there is this... with Sigrid. I understand what Lady Hilda has told me about the female courses, but I just… I cannot believe it! No wonder Sigrid and Hilda looked angry and jealous of Tauriel. It seems like a cruel joke to those unfortunate females.”

“Oh, believe me, most women agree with you. Mattie would say that all the time. But this can’t be a brand-new concept to you. Think about it, love. You breed horses, and other animals. Their females go into seasons, right?” Bard reminded him.

Thranduil looked at Bard and said sharply, “Our daughter is NOT a horse! How could you think to compare her with one!” He huffed piously and stared back up at the ceiling.

“I know she’s not, but it’s along the same principle. So, it isn’t like you’ve never had experience with these things. You have a breeding plan for your horses and your Elk don’t you? And your hunting dogs?"

“Well, yes..."

“And you have to keep track of when they're in season to mate them?”

Thranduil considered this. “Yes, we do. But humans, especially Sigrid-‘

“Sigrid’s body works on that same principle, but you’re right. It is different, in that she can choose who to -“

“Please, do not say it, I beg you.” Thranduil shuddered. It was all a bit too much for him. “I cannot bear the thought of any of our children doing that…”

“Good point. I’m not ready to think about such things, either.”

They lay there quietly in the dark for several moments, trying to think about something else. After a while, Bard traced his fingers along the Elvenking’s chest, in slow circles, then down.

He kissed Thranduil’s chest, “Come on, love. Let’s take your mind off of things, shall we?”

Thranduil looked at him incredulously. “You are serious? Bard! I cannot get these…these… images out of my mind Hilda put there, and you expect me to want to have sex? And to even think of our Sigrid having sex…”

“Stop saying that!” Bard recoiled, turning pale.

“But she will, someday! How can I forget that?” Thranduil waved his arms around.

“Well, not now, she won’t! Shit, Thranduil! Now I’ve got those fucking images in my head…”

“Baw! No dhínen!” Thranduil hissed. “Ai, Bard! Will you please watch your mouth!”

Bard got up and poured them two glasses of wine. The strong stuff.

“Here.” He crawled back in bed, and they sat up and drank.

“Being the father of human daughters is much more difficult than sons, I think.” Thranduil observed.

“You have no idea.” Bard said, emptying his glass.

#Bard #Thrandui #Barduil #Bard the Bowman #Thranduil Oropherion #What Makes a King #AO3 #Two Thrones Series

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tachiisms · 8 years ago

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RULES: repost , don’t reblog . tag some ppl if you want to , i guess ? TAGGED BY: @lightscalls

*** where applicable/different answers: star wars || modern

██▒ GENERAL

NAME: Siri Tachi ALIAS(ES): Zora GENDER: cis female AGE: verse dependent? DATE OF BIRTH: 55 BBY OCCUPATION: Jedi || FBI agent

██▒ APPEARANCE

EYE COLOR: blue HAIR COLOR: blonde HEIGHT: 5′7″ SCARS: numerous, most noticeably including: whip lash marks on her back and a blaster graze to her left calf from her time undercover, a small scar along her hairline from a wound she never bothered to put bacta on...( I should thoughtfully categorize all of Siri’s scars at some point. note to self. ) BURNS: she has five self-inflicted lightsaber burn scars from removing tattoos she got undercover ( explained here ) OVERWEIGHT: no UNDERWEIGHT: no, though she does forget to eat when she’s very stressed and/or very focused

██▒ FAVORITE

COLOR: blue HAIR COLOR: any. || ( as far as her own hair goes, she leaves it blonde usually except once when she lost a bet to Trever Flume and had to dye it bright pink. ) EYE COLOR: any SONG: none? | whatever Ferus or Roan has most recently told her she’ll like MOVIE: n/a || she’s not really a movie person, but one of Adi’s favorite movies was Seabiscuit and it rubbed off on her. She also likes the Big Lebowski. TV SHOW: n/a || I feel like she’d like Into the Badlands. She likes shows that play reruns late at night that she can fall asleep to on the couch. After Ferus moves out, she sometimes plays documentaries while she falls asleep on the couch because Ferus liked watching those. She also likes watching whatever Trever keeps in her Netflix queue. FOOD: she’s generally easy to please, her favorite fruit is muja. || Chinese takeout. DRINK: water, caf, she also likes a good alcoholic beverage now and then. ( tea, when Obi-Wan makes it for her, but don’t tell him or he’ll likely try to wean her off caf. ) || coffee BOOK: she likes old holobooks on lightsaber forms || true or mostly true crime books

██▒ HAVE THEY

PASSED UNIVERSITY: n/a | yes HAD SEX: yes HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: no GOTTEN PREGNANT: no/verse dependent KISSED A BOY: yes KISSED A GIRL: yes GOTTEN TATTOOS: yes GOTTEN PIERCINGS: yes HAD A BROKEN HEART: yes BEEN IN LOVE: yes STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: yes

██▒ ARE THEY

A VIRGIN: no A KISSER: not really? SCARED EASILY: no JEALOUS EASILY: no TRUSTWORTHY: yes DOMINANT: switch SUBMISSIVE: switch IN LOVE: yes no SINGLE: yes/verse dependent

██▒ RANDOM QUESTIONS

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: for the sole purpose of removing her tattoos THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: no ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: no WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: yes DROVE A CAR: speeder/ship/starfighter: yes || yes HAVE/HAD A JOB: yes HAVE ANY FEARS: failure, dying without purpose, being physically trapped/helpless

██▒ FAMILY

SIBLINGS: unknown, but four bio siblings including Hil Tachi || Ferus Olin PARENTS: unknown aka Mr and Mrs Tachi? || Adi Gallia, foster mother then adoptive mother CHILDREN: none/verse dependent || she’s legally adopted Ferus Olin, though she really considers him a brother. PETS: none || in some modern verses, Artemis ( Missy ) who is her and Ferus’s grey tabby cat.

TAGGING: @enneads (for your OCs --both or you pick), @jedicoded, @holonetnews, @solamederis, @mylastmoment, @rinnlaochra (for either Nerra or Brecar), and anyone else who wants to do this! ( I tried to tag people I don’t think have been tagged in this)

#:: dash fun and games ( tag meme )

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gordy6n · 7 years ago

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4/8/17. Back on the road

Hil and I spent two lovely relaxing days as guests at Ruth and Lonan's house in Caromb and gave you all a break from this blog. Without a car, and being too hot to walk anywhere we sat in the shade of the garden, strolling into the village for dinner each evening. Our preferred restaurant last night was "complet " so we had a simple supper watching the sun set over the Dentelles de Montmiraill. Neither of us slept well, and when the taxi collected Hilary I pedalled off with the expected heavy heart. I stopped for provisions in Mazan where the Marquis de Sade used to live; his chateau is now a hotel with nice gardens and an interesting collection of "artefacts ". I whipped myself into action and sped along despite 30 degrees and arrived in Avignon for coffee in the main square, surrounded by gangs of bored tourists plodding round, plugged into their pre-recorded commentary, trailing behind bony women with pinched lips and tired eyes. The grumpy waiter took my €2 for a small coffee and refused to refill my bidon- the first time this has happened to me, ever! I made my feelings known and cycled off, hurling foul oaths over my shoulder. I had followed the route Gareth Mike and I had taken three years ago and felt their presence alongside me until I passed the train station where I was able to shake off their ghosts and set off south into unknown territory. The direct route to my hotel today was only 80 km so I decided my mood would improve with the rhythm of the road and decided to detour to St Remy de Provence where Gareth once sat on my shoulders and gorged on cherries. I failed to find the cherry tree and carried on along tree lined avenues to Arles which has always held a certain magic for me since studying Van Gogh in school. The temperature rose to an oppressive 42 and I stopped for my picnic under a tree near an empty sports ground. The land shimmered in the heat; nothing moved, not a dog, not a bird,even the cicadas had taken a siesta. It was too uncomfortable to stay long and at least when you are moving you create your own breeze. The heat bounced off the tarmac and the buildings and although I drank plenty it tasted like water from the hot tap. Fortunately I only climbed about 600m today; after 113km I arrived at my hotel, sank 2 quick beers and retired gratefully to my air conditioned room. The scenery has changed once again- the rows of vines of the southern Cotes du Rhone have given way to nameless arable crops, the roads lined by murky irrigation ditches with bamboo in every verge. It seems incomprehensible that a week ago I was high in the Alps and am now in the boiling cauldron of the south. Tomorrow I cross the Camargue!

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