#i hope my designs are sufficent

[alexloldog]

fem tomgreg doodles

[nabaath-areng]

I have this one "OC" that does not yet have a name that I've drawn several times for a couple years. I was thinking that if I tried making them in FFXIV that I'd use elezen as a base... but then I remembered what other race have their near exact hairstyle... and now I'm like damn... I played myself...

[cheebuss]

[click for details] The council (poll) has spoken with a clear winner! and here they are! Pyro warrior cat >:D!!

Probably the most difficult one yet, but I had a lot of fun trying to problem solve how to design them in a way that still maintained their anonymity

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Always have flowers in their pelts!

Covered in thick mud constantly (they like it :] dries a bit near rear.)

"Mask" is a trash bag and plastic bottle with a wet rag inside (made by their respective Engineers.)

"Flamethrower" is an ignited stick covered in pine resin.

In battle, either Pyro will take a mouthful of a mixture made from prey's fatty oils and tree sap and spray it on their breath onto the ignited stick while aiming with their tail (think a fire breather.)

[achillean-knight]

Desperately need Michael angst. Pretty pleaseeeeee?

The Bite of 87

[bleaksqueak]

hiya...... i love them both very much sorry for any design inaccuracies i was drawing them from memory....... on that note, do you maybe have any design refs for ur characters? i wanted to draw them fullbudy but the comic is so dynamic and intricate that they always have some shading going on and some parts of their clothes are covered up, so i'm struggling with figuring out the base colors and all the outfit details. thanks again for the awesome comic :-D off to read the new upload!! 💐♥️🦭

Oh my god!! I didn't check tumblr for a couple of days and then come back and find this! I love sketches and pencil/ink drawings so much and they're so super cute how you drew them here!! Thank you so very much, I wish I could hang every drawing people send me on my wall. And look, no worries about design inaccuracies. I leave stuff off all the time, too, and they look perfect to me here. Design sheets!! i've been meaning to upload their full body refs and keep forgetting sfjkafj. These are sadly out of date as they were done before Chapter 0 was even finished, but I hope they suffice for now!

height side by side and a very very out of date literal-first-doodle of the back of the coat. Here's Audric's, which hasn't really changed at all since this initial design. He's just one of those rare characters that didn't have to go through a refinement phase. His reaper partner's design sheet is mostly done but I'd prefer to release hers when she actually comes into the comic properly.

Lyra and Audun, tho these are only sketches, both are final designs. Audun will get a clearer ref like Lyra's simple one later, I was designing his outfit in this one since that rank of officer coat hadn't been seen yet And here's a much more up-to-date sketch of Maia that will serve as a new model for her when I get to color it. Elias has a new one started, too, but will have to wait to be shown (... it's that messy lmao)

And Maia's cloak/coat assets (plus her vault key) that I use for production fitted together, these are up to date! Basically, the color base for their uniform is a dark warm-grey in most scenes (but since the actual uniform coat/cloak is black, this is just done for visibility and often I tint it to reflect whatever light is in the scene or to contrast it. So "it's black, but I usually choose a warm grey base to keep it visible." ... Silver and bronze accents are shown separated here. I put up a patreon pack a while back that has my actual assets and brushes I made for their uniform emblems, but for now, it's visible here)

[merrilyderrily]

@lotrweek: Day 7 - Free day/Hobbit Day!

A little late for the actual Hobbit Day, but better late than never I say!

I have a personal headcanon/idea that once Bilbo adopts Frodo and brings him to Bag End, before or maybe even at midnight when their shared birthday officially begins, his first gift to Frodo is an embroidered waistcoat; a kind of tradition that Bilbo's decided to carry down from when his own family did the same for him when he was in his 20s, and so on so forth throughout the Baggins/Took line. I like to see it as Bilbo's way of officially welcoming Frodo into the family as well as into his life

[simcardiac-arrested]

me and my weed ancient

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

i have voted!

may i request for a "i voted" stamp or sticker that's carlos specific?

Now. I need you to first know, graphic design is NOT my passion... HOWEVER

I, to the best of my ability, have made one! I uh. I hope this satisfies DGFSGH

(bonus doodle under the cut)

+ here's a really shit 1am doodle of carlos as an apology kbhjfb (tagging @sexiestpodcastcharacter because propaganda-ish? moreso something for the carlos side), hope you dont mind fjshgbs)

[murderous-coffeebean]

Touch

Some Vetvimes for y'all~

Discworld © Terry Pratchett / art © Murderous-Coffeebean (tumblr & dA)

[sakasakiii]

a while ago i was sent an ask from @waterjewelsspite (answered below) wherein i was asked about different elven fashions.... so from left to right: doriathrim fashion, teleri + nargothrond fashion, vanya fashion :DD these have been sitting in my drafts as uncoloured wips since early 2022 omg, but better late than never i suppose !!!

i didnt have a specific sketch page for the noldor that i did back then hahahaha so i came back to it recently and took it as a chance to do some assorted concept doodles with the kind of outfits i imagine them wearing in mundane situations? i dont quite know how to explain it but i hope my annotations can help show my thought process a bit!!

cant believe it took me this long to give like half the characters proper fullbody refs or designs (im looking at YOU beleg and mablung) but this has been super fun and really refreshing, so thank you again waterjewelsspite for the kind ask!!! sorry again it took. two and a half years. OMG. for me to get it done 😭😭😭 i hope this sufficed!!!

in usual fashion, bonus feanorian shenanigans: caranthir's first business/publishing/entrepreneurship/girlboss venture

[emile-tb]

*turns him green*

bonus doodle lol

we have....... hibiscus tea baxter....... why not......... mint...........

manifesting the green baxter @emile-tb

[dysfunctional-doodle]

More 2003 Mikey fanart and redesigns? Why not!

An anon asked me to redraw my designs for my fanfic Too Many Turtles/my headcanon designs post series, hope this suffices for now until I do more :)

-> Commissions || My Kofi || Tip Jar ❤️ <-

(Aka: 2003 Mikey my chaotic child)

[silent-sanctum]

Your last fics tearing my hearts apart😭😭Anyways may I request jotaro kujo with a pregnant s/o? He probably would be defensive like that time when Holly got the fever

Ah yes! We have another 2-for-1 special! But let's make it a list of headcanons to switch things up 😉This one's for @lolsandlmaos and anon, and let me just say, yes; I love writing wholesome dadtaro content and I'm glad the audience likes some wholesome dadtaro content too. So, hope you enjoy! ♡

Before I start, can we all just silently agree that Jotaro really just wanted a family of his own canonically?

Think about it, we know he isn't the type to sleep around at random. What if the man wanted what his grandparents had and live a life without the Stand bs? The fact he found somebody and had a kid with her tells us that he tried to make it work, but we know that it didn't as we see in the series.

"I've always cherished you"

He wanted that life. He wanted to be a good father to his daughter. But he couldn't because of the family curse.

Anyways! Let's forget the canon for a moment and delve into some wholesome headcanons!

When he first heard the news, he was pleasantly surprised that he couldn't speak for a solid minute. He simply stared at you with wide eyes and stunned silence.

Later that day, the man is glued to your side holding you in his arms and he's uncharacteristically showing affection: He's nuzzling your neck, planting kisses wherever he could, gently swaying you back and forth, and most importantly, he's often caressing your flat tummy.

Now that's done with, Jotaro's already gone into Papa Wolf mode as early as the first weeks

He knows he isn't the sunny Golden Retriever type of guy like his grandfather or great-grandfather, so he isn't naturally attuned to being a first-time dad. Lowkey, he's anxious he might end up as a shitty husband in the process.

But what he does know is that he loves to research, is adaptable, and is a quick learner

He begins to visit the nearby library and study "maternal and child care". Then proceeds to go over what to do for each trimester, he studies proper diet and eating patterns for pregnant partners, and studiously digests a whole book's worth of "How to be a Good Father".

Being in this mode also means he naturally becomes protective of you. He makes sure that he has time for you and your needs. Want to go anywhere out of the house? He'll be accompanying you there. No doubt.

If anyone even remotely makes a rude remark about you, Star Platinum has already punched their teeth out.

If you thought Jotaro couldn't cook, then think again because when his partner is pregnant, you bet your ass that he'll learn how to cook faster than you expected him to.

At first, he's still working on the basics like knowing what ingredients and kitchen paraphernalia should be used. He has a recipe book or two propped up for him to skim over and study. He even calls Holly for cooking tutorials when he feels like he's hit a learning slump. His mother has already booked a ticket to your place and immediately teaches her son numerous cooking lessons

Weeks later, you're surprised that Jotaro has become a natural in the kitchen, being able to dish out your favorites with seemingly no issue. It turns out that while Jotaro did most of the work, he had Star assist him with the "finer" stuff (i.e. measurements, cutting, etc.)

Suffice it to say, he takes pride in himself that he can now make you smile with his newfound talent.

Then there are the cravings. Of course, when you ask him to buy the most random food combinations, Jotaro would simply say "okay" and buy them anyway, as long as the food choices weren't harmful to you and the baby. He'd also give you food even if you asked him in the ass crack of morning.

Anything to make you happy after all

When it comes to building the nursery, Jotaro leaves you to do the interior designing and aesthetic choices since he's shit at that. But when the furniture arrives in their boxes, then it's time for him to step in and does all the arranging, moving, and assembling for you. Have a planned layout? He'll follow them. Want the walls painted a certain color? No problem.

After you planned everything out and he finished his tasks, the nursery ended up being marine-themed with all the pastel blues and aquatic decor like sea animal plushies, a shell lamp, glow-in-the-dark fish wall stickers, and more bringing life to the place.

Remember when I said he'd do work, yeah he'll do the work. House husband style. He'll do the chores and let you rest, grumpily insisting you sit and relax when you try to convince him that you can do the lighter tasks.

From time to time, when both of you aren't doing anything, Jotaro would occasionally turn to your round stomach and reach forward to caress it, blushing as he does so.

Then a kick happens and the man's fully attuned to you in awe. On the outside, he's still a calm dude but deep down, he's so excited that the baby responded to his touch. You ended up scooting closer to him, seeking cuddles while he reciprocates as he still continues to stroke your tummy.

Jotaro, at this point in his life, has the patience of a monk towards his loved ones, so when the mommy mood swings kick in, he is more than ready to adapt to your every emotional breakdown even if he's just going to be there to either take it, calm you, or comfort you in silence

That also includes the part where you become horny. Of course, he'll be gentler with you during this time of your pregnancy, but he can't help but include a few rough bucks of his hip when he's about to go off the edge.

Other times, just touching you can help ease that heightened libido

He'll immediately drive you to the hospital once your water breaks. He'll wait with you throughout labor, hoping his soft caresses are enough to make up for his lack of comforting words. At times, Star will come out to help him distract you from the contractions.

He'd pace around outside the delivery room, anxious with his mind already overthinking what bad could happen to you and the baby. It's a good thing Holly is there to help reassure her son that his wife and child would be okay.

When Jotaro finally gets to visit, his eyes land on the swaddled little one in her tiny crib stationed beside your bed. He beelines straight to it and pauses in complete awe at the tiny baby cooing before him.

You can't help but giggle as your husband's eyes start to water as he gingerly reaches down to pick up his newborn daughter. He's still in awe, completely fixated on baby Jolyne.

Then after he sits down on the chair by your bedside, he brings his index to touch her and his heart skips a beat when the baby grasps it with her whole hand.

And the waterworks are broken and he ends up leaning against your side while you nuzzle against him as he tries to regain composure from tearing up so much from seeing and feeling his bundle of joy.

Admittedly, Jotaro is scared about whether he'd do a good job being a father, but to both you and himself, he promises that he'll do his damn best.

[swordsmans]

excellent news from usps--i can now talk about this beauty!! i had the pleasure of typesetting and binding @the-furthest-city-light's wonderful zolu fic spill your wine and it was a ride from start to finish (repurposed prototypes and injuries included). overall, i'm extremely pleased with how it turned out!!

this was a full fabric, square-backed case binding with a peek through cover showcasing a heat transfer foiled title on the (red, burgundy, gold) endsheet (and a hidden katana design to match the charm). things got a bit weird near the spine because i didnt anticipate my glue acting funky under the heat, but live and learn! the outside covers turned out plenty clean.

the edges are painted with matte black acrylic and sealed with beeswax, and the bookmark is a little 4mm burgundy silk number tipped with a gold clasp and katana charm (of course). the silk is very thin/fragile, so in the future i think ill double the length i use.

i also had a great time typesetting this! when i first read this i knew i wanted to do something that was both angular/modern and ornately victorian (with a red, black, gold scheme). this had to be decadent and beautifully clash-y, because nothing less would suffice for the kind of author who'd use a verse from the canticle of canticles as the summary for a fic series like this. truly iconic. nerds will notice that this is a little visually reversed from the way books are traditionally typeset, which is also intentional. i think it fits the vibe of the bind and the fic. i hope the vision came through.

this was actually the second case i built; i wasnt happy with the first one so i ripped it up and made a notebook (with the front and back covers) and bookmark (from the spine) for dani, which was a fun little experiment. i just... didnt take any pictures, apparently?

overall this was a really fun and challenging project, and i cant believe its done!!!! wow!!!

[honeygrahambitch]

Summary: "Will and Hannibal accidentally picked the same victim" or "two wolves fighting for prey"

Will watched as Dave Miller left the pub and got into a black chevy. He followed him home, already familiar with the way. It was the sixth night in a row when he was observing his daily habits.

The FBI had let him go because of the lack of proofs, even if everyone knew what that man had done. And it was not that Will was entering his vigilante era. It was something else.

Besides the satisfaction he would get from feeling righteous, he would harvest a piece and bring it to Hannibal. The idea of surprising Hannibal was what brought him a certain thrill which he was not so proud of.

**

Hannibal waited in the parking lot as Dave Miller parked his car in the drive way. He was hoping his Bentley would not stand out in the neighborhood. Certainly not fitting for the place.

Dave had been extremely rude to him when he had to assess him for the FBI. So rude that he could not forgive him. It was probably a week since he had been following him around.

Besides the fact that Mr. Miller was a pig, he needed to get a few things out of his system. Will had been awfully unavailable during the last few days. Always busy in the evenings, never available for dinner and no more good night texts.

Hannibal had promised himself he would give Will all the space in the world to figure out his own design and his place in their relationship. He would not rush and he would not push him and he would not force him into doing anything that felt unnatural.

That didn't stop Hannibal from dreaming about the day they would hunt those pigs together. When he would watch the gleam in Will's eyes as he would watch the life fade away from their victim. The way he would be so proud of his Will and he would admire the whole scene the same way one feels when they have an epiphany.

That image would have to suffice until Will would feel ready.

**

"Dinner tonight?" He asked Will the next day, just as he was about to leave the FBI building.

He would have dinner with Will, maybe even more, then he could go to end Mr. Miller. And Will would wait for him at home. Or he would choose to join him. The idea of bringing food to his beloved made him feel warm inside.

"I can't." Will replied. Not tonight. Not when it would be the night he would kill Dave. Then he would present himself in front of Hannibal's door and he would bring him his victim. "I need to finish a few reports."

His prey. His prey that he would bring to Hannibal as an offering.

"I miss you." Hannibal replied.

"I miss your food too." Will said, the grin on his face betraying his true feelings.

"That is reassuring. You know, you can work on your reports at my place too."

"Too many distractions."

Hannibal hummed to that, kissed him on the cheek and left.

So be it then.

**

A Friday night. As expected, Dave Miller was in his living room watching TV. Not for long.

Will had sneaked in earlier when Dave had parked his car in the garage. Already used with the format of the house, he walked down the small hall and entered the kitchen. From there he could see the light from the TV. He only needed a few seconds to think his attack through.

**

Hannibal had entered the house through an open window on the first floor. He had left it open for himself the day before when he had entered the house in order to get used to the rooms and with Mr. Miller's evening habits. It was the time the pig would be watching TV.

Hannibal went downstairs, as quiet and delicate as a cat, holding his scalpel in his hand. The light from the TV came from the living room. He would enter, come from behind the armchair and slit his throat. The idiot would be too focused on his stupid football game to hear him come.

He was ready to attack when he saw movement in the darkness from the kitchen. Was Mr. Miller not in the living room at that moment? Was Mr. Miller not alone? He would have to kill everyone in the house then.

He made up his mind to start with the one in the kitchen.

**

Will saw a silhouette coming downstairs. Then Dave was not watching TV? Why wasn't he moving anymore? Was that someone else? He would have to take that person down first since he was staying in his way towards the living room.

**

Hannibal saw the figure launch at him, so he did just the same, both of them as quiet as possible. His scalpel was just about to pierce the neck of the intruder when his arm was grabbed forcefully and bent to his back. With the aching muscle and useless arm, he used his mouth to bite the neck of his attacker, making him yelp. With his hand now free, he could finally use his scalpel and finish him off was it not for the very familiar scent.

"Will?"

With one hand on his bleeding neck, adrenaline rushing through him, before he could process it, Will punched his attacker's face with all the force he had. Hannibal was too stunned by his previous realization to dodge.

When he fell onto the floor, the light from the TV in the living room revealed his face.

Will froze as if he could not process what just happened.

"The fuck?" Will mouthed to Hannibal as he forgot about the blood flowing from his neck. He fell to his knees in order to lean over Hannibal, lift his face and inspect it. Blood was just starting to flow from his nose, down his already stained lips. "Dammit, Hannibal."

"That was not bad." Hannibal murmured as he regained his consciousness. He instinctively reached for Will's neck. He was grateful he had not bitten harder into the skin. No permanent damage done. A wide smile appeared on his face.

"Who's there?" Dave's voice came from the living room.

Will quickly helped Hannibal get up.

"I got this." Will said, preparing himself.

"Sorry, baby, but he is mine." Hannibal whispered back.

"No, I've been following him for a week."

"Me as well."

Will was about to learn that he could not steal another predator's prey. Not when he had followed it for so long. Not when he needed to kill that man in order to pull himself together about the fact that his Will had been actively ignoring him.

As they stared at each other, Hannibal realized a second too late that Will rushed towards the living room. He chased after him and grabbed his middle in an attempt to pull him down. Doing that and holding the scalpel in such a way that it wouldn't touch Will happened to be a difficult task.

Even more so when Mr. Miller jumped from the armchair, trying to assess the scene in his living room.

"Fuck you." Will said as he got up to his feet and tried to pull Hannibal away from their victim. When that didn't work he kicked the back of his knees, making him lose his balance.

Mr. Miller was so taken aback by the two strangers who seemed to have a conflict of their own that he didn't have any reaction when Will pushed him onto the floor and wrapped his arm around his neck, leaving him little room to breath.

"Although I have never been more in love with you than I am in this very moment," Hannibal started while breathing heavily, "do not get in between me and my pig. There will be many others for you, my darling. And if you want, we can end this one together." He tried to negotiate.

Will shook his head, not loosening his grip. "Just let me do everything tonight. Then you can cook for us."

"Cook?" The man yelped, making Will strengthen his grip more.

"I really need to..." Hannibal said as he pointed towards his scalpel. It was a need. An urge that he could not contain. Especially when his blood was boiling through his veins.

"No." Will said as he was preparing to snap his neck. "I am capable."

"I could never contest that, my beloved. My week was awful, I need to let it out." Hannibal said carefully trying not to provoke Will into doing something impulsively.

"I've been waiting for so long for this. And I was going to bring him to you. And you were going to..." Will's pupils were dilated, his breathing was hard. A vein on his temple almost popping.

Hannibal realized Will looked exactly like a wolf about to devour its prey.

"What, what was I going to?" More important than killing that pig was understanding Will's design. His motive was part of his design. And Hannibal was just realizing he had been part of Will's design all along.

"You were going to appreciate it, Hannibal, dammit. You were not going to expect me to bring you a body. You were supposed to..."

...Look at me the way you look now.

Will realized the admiration and fascination in Hannibal's eyes were real. What he wanted to achieve was in fact happening in front of him.

"You wanted to kill him for me." Hannibal thought loudly. He sat on the floor to be on the same level as Will and leaned in to caress his cheek. Both of them ignored the man who was struggling almost in between them. "I promise I have never been more impressed and honored in my entire life."

The wild look in Will's eyes softened, as if he had been tamed. He leaned in Hannibal's touch.

"We are idiots." Will concluded. He was so focused on Hannibal's touch that he did not pay attention to his grip which was no longer as tight as earlier. In the split of a second, Dave moved his arm from around his neck and tried to escape.

Hannibal's scalpel quickly found his artery, causing the blood to splatter on them both until the body went limp next to them.

"My fault." Will said as he tried to wipe away some blood off his forehead. "You were saying distracting things that I was unfortunately longing to hear."

"I'm sorry I had to take this from you. I was really going to let you end him. I only wanted to kill him because I felt like you were losing interest in me. The whole week. You were probably focused on catching...him."

Will nodded. "I really wanted you to see what I am capable of."

"I did see and I am so in love." Hannibal said as he held Will's hand and kissed it tenderly. "Let's take care of this mess."

Will nodded.

He had not had the chance to kill anyone that night. Yet, his heart was beating loudly.

[the-fiction-witch]

Water

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Tully Rating - Sweet Word Count - 1029

Jacaerys was forced through the dragon stone corridors, to met with his betrothal. He was to marry her tomorrow morning. He was... feeling both excitement and trepidation. He had dressed himself in his finest clothes and styled his hair carefully, his nerves mingling with anticipation. Arriving at the designated chamber, Jacaerys took a deep breath to steady himself before raising his hand to knock, the sound echoing softly in the corridor.

A soft voice answered his knock calling him inside.

Jacaerys makes his way into the chamber seeing the fire burning bright, the balcony to the water that surrounds Dragonstone, and most importantly a woman…

She stands by the fireplace watching the flames burn, she has long curls braided intricately for this meeting, and she has eyes that glimmer She wore a gown of deep blue and silver with embroidered waves and scales across the fabric, She turns to him and bows low her eyes on the floor "Prince Jacaerys, of house Velaryon," she greeted

Jacaerys bowed his head in respect, a small smile playing upon his lips.

"The honour is all mine, Y/n," he replied warmly, his eyes taking in the intricate details of her gown. His gaze wandered over the embroidered waves and scales, feeling a familiar sense of admiration for the sea-themed motifs. "You look absolutely lovely, if I may say so. Your gown truly embodies the beauty of the sea."

"I thought it fitting for us, yourself a velaryon. Myself a Tully. We are creatures of the water you And I. But I must admit I'm sure you prefer fire given the Targaryen half of yourself"

Jacaerys chuckled softly, the mention of his Valyrian heritage bringing a hint of a dragon's glint to his gaze. "Ah, yes, the fire in my veins does stir at times," he confessed with a wry smile. "But let me assure you, my Tully betrothed, the water runs strong in me, too. The Velaryons are a sea-faring house, and the salt is just as much a part of my blood as the dragonfire."

"I'm glad, Tully's have a long history of the waterways our castle even known as river run. I hoped water filled both our blood somewhat"

He smiled at her words, his fondness growing for her already. "Then it seems our affinity for the water will bond us further. Our union shall be a true joining of our houses, connecting the sea and the river in the most profound way," he proclaimed, his eyes shining with warmth and a flicker of something more as he gazed at her.

"I can but hope so Prince Jacaerys" she curtsied once more,

"No need for formalities, my Lady," Jacaerys replied softly, extending his hand to her. "We are soon to be married, after all. Let us enjoy these moments together without titles. Just Jacaerys will suffice."

"very well, I suppose it is foolish to have such need for formalities when we are to wed in meer hours." She chuckled "Then just Y/n I insist,"

"Y/n," he echoed gently, his voice laced with warmth. "It suits you."

He then gestured to the window, where the sea stretched out beyond the horizon. "Would you care to join me on the balcony? The fresh evening air could do us both some good." He extended his arm, offering to escort her to the open air.

"I'd be delighted Jacaerys" she nodded taking his arm and happily being escorted like a proper young lady out,

As they stepped out onto the balcony, the cool evening breeze brushed against their skin, carrying with it the salty scent of the sea. Jacaerys leaned against the rough stone of the battlements, his gaze fixed on the moonlit waves in the distance. He turned to Y/n, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile as he noticed how the moonlight seemed to dance in her hair. "Beautiful, is it not?" he said softly.

"it is truly, I admit I have never seen the coast before it is beautiful, dare I ask what is across the way?"

"That," Jacaerys said, pointing towards the moonlit horizon, "That is Essos. Beyond the Narrow Sea. Across those waters lie continents, cities and villages, cultures and people that are worlds different from Westeros." He turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with excitement. "I've always dreamt of exploring beyond the water's edge, exploring the lands our ancestors left behind. Perhaps one day we'll have the chance to see it together."

"I'd like that, I have heard tales of the distant east, of the boiling isles, or ashi, old valyeria and yeen. Such places seem impossible but I suppose I think Dragonstone seemed impossible once" She chuckled

He laughed softly at her words, his heart warmed by her curiosity. "Dragonstone is nothing more than a stepping stone for such grand adventures," he agreed, the spark of wanderlust igniting within his eyes. He reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a moment on the curve of her jaw, his touch as delicate as a feather. "The world is vast and full of wonders, Y/n, and I would be honoured to explore them with you by my side," he said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on hers. His hand, still holding her chin, gently turned her face towards the moonlit sea. "Look at the moonlight dancing on the waves. Don't you think it's as though the water is calling out to us?"

"they do seem to" she nodded "I admit I can somewhat imagine us taking to the water someday, to explore the far east, ship at our command, Vermax flying over head, it seems so perfect"

He nodded thoughtfully, the image she painted of their future adventures taking hold in his mind. "The sound of it is tantalizing, isn't it? The wind in our hair, the spray of the sea, and Vermax soaring above us, leading the way." As they stood on the balcony, he found himself imagining the possibilities. "Perhaps someday we will make that dream a reality," he added with a soft smile, his gaze fixed on the alluring expanse of black waves.

“Perhaps, someday,” she smiled as she took his hand and gave it a squeeze, he smiled back and kissed her hand softly.