#ii bluering

[weird0artgalonsocialmedia]

yeah I made an edit lol, based off the ships in my introduction post!

[not all of them are mentioned here through, just the ones I favor the most, as much as I like GlitchPad, ComedyGold, Knickle, Boxcase or any other ship mentioned in the like/love I couldn't fit them here 😭]

[should I make more edits/or more ship edits?]

[WARNING, LOTS OF TAGS]

[daily-lifering-ii]

Lifeberry pls? :3

DAY 33

blueberry likes to come along his morning walks

[citrinae]

blue, bluer.

sanji x reader

contents; sanji closes himself off when he realises your closeness is getting more serious than he thought. angst, implied trauma & past abuse, blood & injury, confessions. written with this reader in mind, ofc could be read as a stand-alone. afab!reader, wc: 1.6k. i swear i will soon start writing for other characters too but this idea gnawed at me for some time.

masterlist

i.

“Salt,” Sanji’s voice was a lax monotone as he spoke to you. Your eyes were fixing a spadefish fluttering its tail past red coral. “That’s the heart of each dish. It’s the one thing all chefs can agree on, despite our pride, or temper. Of course, it all comes down to quantity in the end, add too little and the dish is stale, lifeless, add too much and you’ve got a cardiac anomaly right there on your plate. Even still, imagine how much a cook could do with salt brought by all the waters in the world.”

Light crossed the glass before you in kaleidoscopic strokes of blue; the spadefish fired itself off at the sight of a bigger creature. Sanji pushed the unlit cigarette from one corner of his mouth to another. Idly your fingers were fiddling with some strands of his hair, listening to him go on and on about this place he held so dearly in his heart that his eyes matched the shine of the aquarium. He was able to do it for hours, that you were aware of. Not that you minded one bit. You had a dream of your own, which you’d only begun to take seriously aboard the Sunny, where everyone pushed for the unachievable. And now, with steam hovering from the cups you left untouched on the floor and Sanji laying his head on your lap, it was your dreams that painted the room in shades brighter than you remembered. 

“Has it ever crossed your mind that the All Blue doesn’t exist?” you found yourself saying. 

He looked at you with unfaltering optimism, mouth hitching into a smirk. “It does exist.”

“Sure,” and you meant it. “Hypothetically speaking. What if you were to find out it doesn’t?”

Sanji shrugged a shoulder. 

“I’d invent it,” came out of him with ease. You could tell he’d never given too much thought to this; Sanji was a dreamer by nature, starry-eyed and pitiful, and even when proven wrong, to him the idea of impossibility would only mean that he had to work harder. It was something you didn’t have, but inexplicably felt drawn to, that would rearrange your mouth into a smile when spotted in someone else.

You felt Sanji’s hand run a brief touch across your arm. “And you?”

“Me what?” you watched him through a curtain of perplexity. 

“Tell me more,” he hummed. “About your dream, mon coeur.” He had good man eyes and a convincing edge to his tone, like a priest attempting to drag out a confession on an uneventful Sunday. A minute passed with you averting the gaze, staring instead at the aquarium extending on the walls of the bar, at the fish and algae and anemones billowing in a universe of their own making. 

There was laughter climbing in your throat; you weren’t any good at this. Nonetheless, you let your head fall against the backrest of the sofa, hoping the words you were looking for stayed scribbled somewhere on the ceiling instead.

“Years back”, you cautiously started to pick them, one by one. 

ii.

There was a fight. You weren’t there to witness, but a knot formed in your throat when three of them—exhausted, covered in cuts and dirt—climbed aboard the ship, carrying a mass of blonde hair on their shoulders. What the hell did you do? your lips split, salt spreading on the tip of your tongue, and your chest was heaving in a disjointed rhythm. Chopper tended to his wounds first. Nothing fatal, he assured you. But he would still need plenty of rest. 

You asked then when would be the right time to go see him, still reminding yourself how to breathe. From the beginning you were aware that piracy didn’t only mean booze and discovery, but violence and cruelty and having to see a close one soaked in their own blood. Yet no one prepared you for this, for something unshown to climb down the depths of your imagination and numb you at your fingertips at the pace of an electrical shock. 

Chopper brushed the wooden floor of the deck with one of his hoofs. “I’m sorry.” It was hesitant, withdrawn. “There was one thing he requested, before losing consciousness.”

You slammed the door to the sleeping quarters with weakened legs and a headache. 

iii.

Sanji recovered quicker than anticipated, and soon enough you began to see him again hovering about the deck and hallways of the Sunny, going in and out the kitchen like a perturbed spectre. Speaking to him would mean forgiveness, and he couldn’t gather the nerve to approach you, so days passed by with both settling to the uncomfortable silence—clicked tongues, avoided glances, meals taken at eerie hours. 

One night you caught him taking a smoke at the railing. Sleeves rolled to elbows, loosened tie, staring blankly at open sea. Your jaws tightened, your stomach clenched by the memory of the blood pooling Sanji’s nails, before they’d taken him to the sick bay. Then you peeked at his fingers—clean, unscarred, like nothing had happened. Moonlight was settling faintly across the contours of his rings. Despite yourself, you capitulated and set your elbows on the railing.

“We had tarts today,” you said. 

“We did,” his voice was levelled. It was the first time in days hearing it. 

“Chances there’s any left?”

He pulled on his cigarette. “Only if you’re ready to gut your captain’s belly.”

“Yeah,” trailing off. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Figured.”

There was a pause. 

Sanji ran a touch through his hair, thinking of a thing to say, or rather, feeling for something that was no longer there. And suddenly, his voice fogged the air again, a sound that overrode the creak of the ship and the agitated patter of the waves. 

“I’m in love with you,” he said.

You were no stranger to seeing Sanji's mouth bend around such words. Love, falling in love, talking about love—he reeked of all these things, of these saccharine intentions and grand gestures holding him together like wrap paper, making a confession hover to the skies no differently than the smoke leaving his lungs at the exhale. Yet even though you knew this wasn’t going to be either his first or last confession, there was something to the tone he took this time that unsettled you. 

The response left you instinctively, “I know.”

“No, darling, I mean—” he took a full drag of his cigarette, a long breath that couldn’t contain the urgency at which words wanted to get out. 

A couple of beats later, a hiss eventually dragged itself free. “Merde,” It tamped your guts to the point of throwing up. He tried again, ”Je suis fou de toi. Je brûle pour toi. When I’m with you, it’s like time is moving backwards. And I can’t talk to you, stay anywhere in your proximity, unless I scrape away everything that makes me what I am and there’s nothing left but the washout who couldn’t even hold a chef’s knife the right way. A coward, that’s what that guy is.” 

Waves droned peacefully under the starless sky. Sanji attempted to bring up his cigarette for another drag, his hand slightly trembling as he did. His words still fogged your train of thought and you weren’t feeling much like yourself either, but you stopped it mid-air, fingers wrapping themselves over the knuckles, slowly guiding it back to the damp railing. He left it there. A breeze ran a blow through his hair covering more of his face than he normally would. 

Seconds later his breathing evened up, and that’s when he added, with a sadness that you weren’t used to, but somehow expected coming, “I’m sorry for saddening you, mon coeur, you at least deserved an explanation for the decisions I recently made. I’ve been acting immaturely and there’s absolutely no excuse for it.” A lungful of air. “It’s just that you deserve more, much, much more. I can’t stand seeing you settle for less.” I don’t deserve you, was how the silence that came after settled between your forms. 

You squeezed his hand. He flinched. To say you’d have acted any differently had you thought more clearly would be a lie; salt in your lungs and a killer sinking feeling in your stomach, you then lifted his arm and placed it around you, resting your head upon his shoulder, faint light gleaming across the sea ahead like a second chance. 

“All I’m hearing is that you think I’m not deserving to see the All Blue,” you said. 

Sanji couldn’t bring himself to look at you. “You know I didn’t say that.”

“Loser or not,” you continued as if you hadn’t heard him. “There's only one guy who can take me there.” 

“And what if the All Blue doesn’t exist?”

“I’ll invent it.” It’s reflexive, almost like the slight shift of your head as you said it, and here they were, his eyes meeting you through layers of hair, incredulous.  

A moment passed. 

His mouth was twitching and his cheeks were wet. “Dear,” slowly, tender. “You’re really everything I could ask for and more.” For the first time you could feel him holding you a little tighter, his hand moving up and down across your arm. “Thank you.”

You stood like that for a while, a soothing silence, feeling his goatee against your cheekbone and taking in the nicotine embedded in his clothes. The waters cradling the ship were dark and alien, yet your focus was only kept on the few patches the moon could reach, and otherworldly reflections of blue swam now in his irises, matching the flicker lit in your chest each time his gaze found you. 

[dragonfly0808]

Please please please make the winx rewrite playlist on Spotify

Mkay so… I got way too invested and wound up making a 5 1/2 hours long way-too-detailed playlist

This is the link:

Veiled Wings and Shattered Panoramas Official Playlist

And if you want to know why I chose each song, down here is the way-too-detailed-explanation of the playlist!

First off; I chose 2 songs to represent each season

Season 1- Wings by PIXY and Faerie Soiree by Melanie Martinez

Season 2- What’s up Danger by Blackway and Black Caviar and Different World by Alan Walker and Sofia Carson

Season 3- This is War by 30 seconds to mars and Nightmares Never End by JT Music and Andrea Storm Kaden

Season 4- Tiller’s Prayer by Sabrina Jordan and Ribs by Lorde

Subsection here for the main song of each arc for s4

Arc 1- Generation Why

Arc 2- The Old Therebefore (the singing to snakes version cause it’s more dramatic)

Arc 3- What Was I Made For? By Billie Eilish

Arc 4- Spinnin by Madison Beer

Season 5 will be… Nightmares Come to Life from HSMTMTS and Long Live by Taylor Swift

Next I chose 2 songs for each member of the Winx

Bloom- Rising by Julia Lester and The Albatross by Taylor Swift

Stella- Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde and skinny dipping by Sabrina Carpenter

Flora- Envy the Leaves by Madison Beer and Mouth of the Eden by Sabrina Jordan

Musa- Whispers by Halsey and the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo

Tecna- Invisible Chains by Lauren Jauregui and idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish

Aisha- The Tradition by Halsey and Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray

Subsection for my 3 main songs I associate with the girls:

A World Alone by Lorde

WOKE UP by XG

For Good from Wicked

Continuing with the boys

Sky- Lie by Jimin and In My Blood by Shawn Mendes

Brandon- Something Big by Shawn Mendes and Thumbs by Sabrina Carpenter

Helia- Cough Syrup (the Glee version) and Speak Out (Acoustic) from HSMTMTS

Riven- Boy in the Bubble by Alec Benjamin and BLUE by Billie Eilish (cmon ‘I thought we were the same birds of a feather now i’m ashamed’ is so Driven coded it’s not even funny. And the whole final part from ‘you were born bluer than a butterfly’ is just so perfect for him.)

Timmy- The Other Side and Summer Child by Conan Gray

Nabu- Wool by Flatland Cavalry and Die Alone by FINNEAS

Subsection for my 3 main songs I associate with the boys:

Youth by Shawn Mendes and Khalid

ON by BTS

The Story by Conan Gray

Next, songs for the couples!

Skloom: lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid, Surrender by Natalie Taylor (and in the future) Maybe this Time by Joshua Basset and Sofia Wylie

Stella and Brandon: There’s no Way by Lauv and Julia Michaels and R.E.M by Ariana Grande

Flora and Helia: Canada by Lauv and Alessia Cara and Venus Sunrise by Lia Marie Johnson

Rivusa: Ain’t No Doubt About It from ZOMBIES 3 (partially as a joke but also cause that song is absolutely so them) Alley Rose by Conan Gray and ESPECIALLY Vermillion by Sabrina Jordan

Tecna and Timmy: Someone You Like by the girl and the dreamcatcher and Tell Em by Sabrina Carpenter

Aisha and Nabu: Tornado Warnings by Sabrina Carpenter and safety net by Ariana Grande and Ty Dolla $ign

Next, songs for different characters and a few couples!

Icy- 28 Reasons by SEULGI

Stormy- The Lighthouse by Halsey

Darcy- Partners in Crime by FINNEAS

Darcy and Riven- Getaway Car by Taylor Swift and Astronomy by Conan Gray

The Trix- Lightning by Little Mix

Daphne- Can’t Catch Me Now

Valtor- Burn the Witch by Shawn James and Castles Crumbling by Taylor Swift and Hayley Williams

Daphne and Valtor- Dynasty by MIIA

Now Roxy’s squad!

Roxy- Control by Halsey and How Villains are Made by Madalen Duke

Shirley- Matilda by Harry Styles

Naten- Kid in Love by Shawn Mendes

Alexa- Follow the White Rabbit by Madison Beer

Chimera- Wandering (Don’t Go) by Hues and Lia Marie Johnson

Chimera and Naten- The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

Roxy and Shirley- On My Way by Sabrina Carpenter and Alan Walker

The Sibling Squad- Grow by Conan Gray and Warriors by Imagine Dragons

Then I put a bunch of songs that just remind me of the Winx or help me get into a writing mood, I’ll just put the title here cause I’m getting tired

Rise

odd eye

run for roses

untouchable

ringo

s-class

thunderous

lion

secret story of the swan

panorama

centuries

voltage

flesh & bone

legends never die

lifts

Finally, I put a song for Selina and what will be the main song for season 6

For Selina: Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall by Lydia the Bard <- this is exactly the vibe future Selina will have for reals

And finally, the main song for s6:

Til Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS

Wow… I def put way too much thought into this.

Anyways, hope u enjoy!

[ownchoices-iiauaskblog]

WELCOME TO OWN CHOICES II ASK BLOG!

INFO POST

An II Au where some objects are.. Alive.

Characters you can ask!

Lifering

Blueberry

Clover

Tea kettle

The Floor

Bot

Bow (Ghost)

Dough (Ghost)

MePhone4/4

MePhone3GS/3GS

MePad

Steve Cobs

Info on asking:

Don't ask anything NSFW or inappropriate. That Ask will be deleted.

Ships are available! (Bluering/LifeBerry, FloorPhone, GlitchPad)

You can ask them about the objects that are.. Gone..

use -> //OOC// OR Anja, if you want to speak to the creator! If not used, it may be mistaken or will get confused.

ASK'S ARE NOT OPEN AT THE MOMENT. MAYBE NEXT WEEKEND.. OR AT 4:00 AT THE END OF THE DAY?

(//OOC//: It's because I have school, But asks can be available after school since there isn't a lot of tests or homework.)

[meushell]

Andrew Jackson (Per’sus) in Universal Solder II

Young Einar having a (Star Wars padawan-style) braid is too adorable. It would also fit his early adulthood (though younger, especially in appearance, than Andrew is here). It took him a while to figure himself out.

Uhh… Don’t worry, Einar. I’m sure Per’sus can heal multiple spikes going through your body.

Amazingly, this is after I added light to the photos, which is probably why he looks like he has blue hair. Here are two of the originals.

ETA: I have sort of better lighting, but his hair turns bluer. 😂 I also edited out the spikes.

[skinnyscottishbloke]

🎶Put your music library on shuffle and list the first 20 songs that come up 🎶

1. Breathe Your Name - Sixpence None the Richer

2. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

3. Flashdance (What a Feeling) - Irene Cara

4. Alfie - Burt Bacharach

5. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

6. Das Land Des Lachelns - Franz Lehar (sung by Placido Domingo)

7. Bluer Than Blue - Michael Johnson

8. Johannesburg (I’m Sorry We Have No Engineer) - John Finnemore, Cabin Pressure

9. Girl Right Next to Me - Goo Goo Dolls

10. Climb Ev’ry Mountain (Reprise) - Main Cast, Sound of Music

11. Sachita - Los Pinguos

12. Through the Trees, Pt. 2 - Mount Eerie

13. Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys - Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings

14. Land of Confusion - Genesis

15. Andante Catabile for Cello and Strings - Tchaikovsky

16. Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out) - Hombres

17. Samwise the Brave - Howard Shore

18. something special - joan

19. I’m a Believer - The Monkees

20. Uhh Ahh - Boyz II Men

Tagging my music buddies just for funsies 🥰

@tolkientrash @bisexualwvtson @sunnyrosewritesstuff @lordoftherazzles @turniptitaness @asexualromanroy @exlibrisfangirl @tumbrunes @calculatedmadness @enough-effing-owls @fandomcartographer @shantismurf

[hotcupoteckla]

Pattinson also has a crest of white to the right on a bluer stripe centrally behind him that reminds me of Normandy photos with the shape of the beach and wave crests.

I also note Pattinson is looking forward and slightly up to the right, whereas Charles is looking down at you with that weird creepy smile on.

I also noted from the original pictures I'd Charles painting I'd seen that he used a lot more green undertones than yellow or blue to depict the layered variation in the skin tone. With flat flash lighting, an illusion occurs. It is actually probably a fairly close match to Charles skin tone on the surface, but our eyes only see the greenish hue because of Allllllll the vore- I mean Red surrounding the flesh tone. Kind of like how we see gray boxes appear in the optical illusion of the white grid on black background, or will get retinal fatigue/opposite colors from focusing at a specific image for 1 minute.

The flash picks up on the heavier more reflective layers & our brains make Charles painting a zombie warlord out of Ghostbusters II.

i cant get over the king charles portrait. they made that thing to age in his place. that painting hangs in the house of a too-friendly family you find in the post apocalyptic wasteland who inexplicably has a ready supply of fresh meat. if mario jumped into that painting he wouldn't find a charming platformer he would be flayed and hanged like a medieval criminal by an unseeable force in a droning red void. that painting is a color blindness test for people who work in IT but believe in the divine right of kings. that painting is going to weep the sequel to blood. after he dies charles is gonna crawl outta that thing like sadako.

[weird0artgalonsocialmedia]

Hey guys can I get some of y'alls opinions on GlitchPad[MePhone3GS x MePad] and Lifeberry[Lifering x Blueberry]? Just some of your thoughts, you can be honest. :P

I know I don't post them often, but trust me I have a lot of school doodles of them. I just don't post it. ;-;

[ufohio]

SUMMER IN THE CITY OF EARTH

NEWSFLASH! IT’S HOT! WELCOME TO SUMMERTIME IN OHIO: BRIGHT, BUGGY, AND BEAUTIFUL. THIS SUMMER, YOUR CHARACTER(S) CAN PARTAKE IN ALL SORTS OF FUTURISTIC ACTIVITIES FAVORED BY THE CITIZENS OF EARTH—AND THEN SOME!

GO CAMPING Summer is a great time to go camping in Earth, Ohio—so book a lot at the Space Camping Grounds, where you can take a stargazing tour with the Space Rangers, visit the seasonal Firefly Garden, hang out at weekend bonfire events, or even hunt for urban legends and strange tales of alien-like phenomena.

HAVE A BEACH DAY It’s H. O. T. Cool down at the traveling lake attraction! The Traveling Lake is a portable, hovering water scene that tours America and stops by Earth, Ohio, every summer in the middle of July. Complete with sandy lakeshores, inner tubes, and realistic tree-like props, it’s a super fake favorite of the summer season.

HIT THE SKIES For the aviation-loving people of Earth, Ohio, summer means clear weather, and clear weather means free-falling through the clouds. Look anywhere around town and you'll see signs for sky tours, stratospheric bungee jumping, jetpack gliding, or jumpbooting. For Earthlings, it's not summer without some good-natured games thousands of feet above the ground. So what are you waiting for? The skies ain't getting any bluer.

TAKE A SPACE TRIP Flight Path 66: The Great American Space Trip. According to President Eisenhower II, it’s a trip every American should make at least once in their life! So, will your character tour the Solar System this summer? As the busy season for 66, June to July is the ideal time to see space towns and attractions at their best!

[cinimuffin]

deep sea fishified

[adalheidis]

(taps mic) did you know that: final fantasy ii

[catseartribe]

I thought Sylvando was gonna say ‘to see a man about a dog’ hah

But Erik seems to be envisioning a different sort of rendezvous....

[thewertsearch]

TA: aradiia ii would liike two apologiize, ii flew off the handle there. [...] TA: 2o iim 2orry, iit wa2 my fault. AA: its 0k TA: ii hope we are 2tiill friiend2. AA: yes we are

Sollux deserves more than an ‘i d0nt care’, and Aradia knows it. 

That, or she just wants to keep him talking. She’s about to betray him once again, so maybe she needs an opening. 

TA: liike 2ome low cla22 guy wiith... whatever color blood ii2 lower on the hiierarchy than miine. TA: what2 wor2e than yellow? TA: fuck thii2 confu2iing ca2te 2y2tem.

Let’s talk about this blood hierarchy for a bit.

Sollux, in his tiny apartment, is probably lower-middle class, and we already know blue-bloods are upper-class. Presumably bluer is better, but what do other colors mean?

The blood castes might just match how they’re arranged on Trollian, with the highest blood at the bottom of the list. Purple is a well-known symbol of royalty, so it would make sense for it to be up there with blue.

Anyway, the ChumpRoll theory would fit what we know about Aradia, Sollux, Terezi and CA - and possibly Tavros, although though his neighborhood seems a little nicer than Sollux’s. It doesn’t really fit GA, but she’s clearly exceptional, since she’s living in a Sburb tower. 

It would, however, raise questions about Gamzee. That would make him higher than a blueblood - but maybe that’s just not the kind of ‘high’ he cares about. Is all his money going into Faygo and ICP merch?

It also doesn’t explain AC. She’d be higher than Sollux, but she looks as low as Aradia. Sollux calls the caste system ‘confusing’, so maybe there’s more nuance to it than we’ve seen. Maybe if you misbehave, you lose the privileges of your caste.  

[stuckybarton]

What Has Been, What Can Never Be II

Summary: Steve Rogers had returned to the past, hoping to move on from the chaos of the future. Leaving the woman that had loved him as someone more than just the persona of Captain America and his best friend that has always been with him until the end of the line. But as he had come to settle in this new life back in his own time, regret was somehow coming to follow. When he decides to return to the present, things have changed and you, the woman that had always promised to be there for him was now happy with his best friend as the two of you moved on with your lives without Steve Rogers in it. Characters: Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader; Ex!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader; Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter. Sam Wilson. Helmut Zemo. Sharon Carter. Words: 1,556 Warnings: Mention of Death, Nightmares.

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II: For The Ones That We Gained

"Is this the last one?" Bucky had inquired, the last of the moving box placed in front of your new living room.

You peered down to your list, boxes for the kitchen and living room--check. Boxes for the bedroom--check. Boxes for the bathroom--check. You looked right back towards Bucky that barely broke into a sweat. The many perks of being a Super Soldier.

"I think so." You respond placing the list back down on the coffee table--one of the only furniture already set up in your new home aside from the couch in front of it. "Want anything to drink?" You inquired.

"Beer, if you have one, Doll." He smiled slumping down on the coach--that now looked far too small with him occupying it.

Turning away from Bucky, you headed to your new kitchen, a small smile on your lips at the chaos you had to deal with for the next few days when you unpack.

Somehow, after much convincing from the Wilson Siblings, you find yourself now permanently residing in Louisiana, away from the constant bustle and chaos that was New York.

A two-story house you know far too well was too big for you on your own. But there was just something about the place, away from the meddling eyes of neighbors, but still a close distance from where Sarah and Wilson Family Seafood could be.

It also didn't hurt to have a handful of rooms you could transform into anything your heart would desire and still have a few guests room available if anyone would come to visit.

And by guest, the only one that seems to come to your mind was still slumped on the coach, unbothered by the amount of labor you had to put him through for the last few hours with just a good home cooked meal as payment.

Making your way to the fridge, you were thankful to Sarah for stocking up before you had arrived with Bucky--so groceries wouldn't be much of a problem for you or for Bucky for the rest of the week.

Snatching two beer bottles, you returned back to the living room to see Bucky still in the same spot you had left him in, on the couch, arms splayed on his stomach, head hanging on the edge of the couch, and his eyes closed.

It was such a rare sight to see him so--relaxed. Your time in Madripoor and even in Latvia, he was always on his toes. Never to have his back turned to anyone, not even you. It was good to see him finally growing at ease with everything around him, around you. Happy to be one of the people to give him his safe space.

"Staring isn't your thing, Doll. That's my thing." He teased, head turning and you were welcomed with the bluest eyes you had ever seen--bluer than Steve's own.

Looking away from the man, you had tried you best to not say anything that might make it more weird. Handing the bottle ot him, you settled yourself on the couch besides him. Both of your knees touching and you could practically feel the warmth he was emitting. Heat also slowly creeping their way to your cheeks in the process.

"What's my thing then?" You asked rhetorically. A light flicker of indigo escaped your finger tips and bottle cap was opened with a clink.

Sitting much straighter and moving himself farther away from you, he was now facing you with a playful smirk on his face.

"You keep me, Sam, Sharon, and I'll admit, even Zemo in line." He points out. "We're not even talking about how you're magically capable of keeping us in line, but you know." He shrugged, hesitant to continue his answer.

You rolled your eyes knowing the chaos that had been stopping the Flag Smasher and Steve's shield momentarily being in the possession of John Walker. A part of you had genuinely wanted to kick Sam in the ass for what he did, but you understood where he was coming from. It just hurts you to have the government replace Steve with someone so--incapable to continue the mantle like Walker.

But things had eventually gone full circle, Sam was now donned in the shield like what Steve would have always wanted, Bucky slowly integrating back into society and moving on from his past and the sins that was also part of it, and you--slowly moving on from Steve. Accepting that he didn't choose you like what you had constantly did with him all throughout your relationship, even when you believed Tony was right with the Accords, chose him still. Moving on means accepting what life gives you and learning from them.

Taking a swig of your beer, your eyes wander around the amount of box you and the willing Bucky would need to unpack for the next few days.

Yeah, one step at a time. Unpacking, making this house into a home, and then when everything was all said and done, you'd think of something more to do. Make each dream you always thought would remain a figment of your imagination into a reality.

That was what Tony would have wanted. What Nat would have wanted. What Steve would have wanted for you now.

~

It was usually his nightmares that woke him up in the middle of the night. But not in this instance.

A piercing scream echoed through the house and Bucky was quick to his feet and made his way towards your room. Heart pounding as he immediately kicked the door out of the hinges.

"Y/N!" He screamed hoping it was enough to wake you up.

Your bare bedroom was filled with a blue thread-like magic, some haphazardly filling the room, but that wasn't what worried him. It was the threads that were constricting you in your nightmare filled sleep. Thread wrapped around your arms, wrist, torso and legs, but what scared him the most was thread slowly wrapping around your neck.

Bucky didn't care about the danger of your powers at the moment as his hands tore as much of the sharp threads while consoling you in your sleep.

Watching you writhe pained Bucky and he felt so helpless even as he was growing more and more successful in tearing the threads off of you. He could save you physically with as much brute strength as he could, but he couldn't save you mentally as Steve's name slipped out of your lips, the pained sob escaped as your screamed Tony and Nat's name.

"Doll. I know you can hear me." He finally begged as the final thread was torn, his arms pulled you to him, as he cradled you into his chest. "I know they're gone, but I'm here. Sam's here. Sharon and Zemo are god knows where, but we're here for you when you need us."

Slowly the screams died down and was replaced with a whimper and your eyes finally opened to meet his own. Tear-stained eyes looking so hauntedly with Bucky's own. He was so familiar with, he could see so often in his own when he looks at the mirror.

"I'm here, Doll" He assured you further, momentarily tensing as your arms slowly snaked around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Your heart beating against his own chest. It calmed him just as much as his had calmed your own. He didn't know how long either of you stayed in your position, but Bucky wanted to make sure you were okay, before he could be so much as assured of letting you out of his arms. The silence of the room placed him at ease. Your breathing and your heart rang his ears.

"I'm sorry." Those were the first words that you had spoke and a part of Bucky just wanted to ask you what the nightmare was about, but everything was stopping him. It wasn't his place to know, to understand the effects of losing your family. He could only just be--here. In the moment, to be with you, in whatever shape and form you would want him to be.

"I'm here, Doll." He assured you. It was all he could ever do right now. Be here for you and hope that it was enough for you. He was enough for you to finally start moving on.

"Can--can you stay with me tonight?" You asked finally pulling away and seeing the damage your magic has caused around your room. "Please?"

Even if you didn't asked, he would. He wouldn't leave you, knowing how much a nightmare could shake you when you're all on your own.

Without saying another word, he made his way towards your bed, pulling you to be the little spoon before his hand pulled the covered right back around the both of you. You looked so small--frail in his arms and he had once thought you as such, how one wrong move and he could break you in half with his metal arm. But you proved him so wrong, just one flick of your wrist and he was up in the air.

He feels comfort now holding you, with his metal arm. Never now fearing that it could break you. And you treated it as it was any other appendage, like it was his normal arm.

His arms wrapped around your form, the light shivers still covered your skin after the nightmare.

"Sometimes it makes me wonder if I did something different, if I just tried my best convincing everyone to compromise when it comes to the Accords, Tony might still be here and even Nat."

"What about Steve?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I can't make him stay if he doesn't want to stay with me."

[syrenemartell]

☀️ GIRL, UNWITHERING.

*NAME: syrene nymeros martell ( née saan ) *TITLE: ruling princess of dorne *AGE: thirty-six *INSP: here !!

——— golden sands shifting within an ornate hourglass; the lingering scent of a perfume no one can identify, which is, in and of itself, its own kind of allure; silken garments and exposed skin as a form of armor; the delicate legs of a spider as it spins silk; the deflective intrigue of the occult; the equal presence of beauty and terror; a trail of smoke off a freshly-blown match, rising to the ether; a gaze not unlike the moon — cosmic and obscured and unreachable; the bloom that hides its thorns; the price of power; the pain of longing.

DETAILS, HISTORY & WANTED CONNECTIONS UNDER THE CUT!

☀️  BASICS.

full name: syrene aelyx nymeros martell ( née saan. )

familiar name: sy ( pronounced like ‘sigh’, reserved for close friends & family ) and syr ( pronounced like ‘ser’, used teasingly by friends or derogatorily by enemies. )

titles: ruling princess of dorne ( by marriage ), princess of the narrow sea ( by family ), the pearl of lys ( by public declaration. )

age: recently celebrated her thirty-sixth nameday.

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she / her.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

religion: tbd, but likely a mix of existing religions of lys, and only loosely adhered to.

languages, in order of fluency:  several of the dialects of  low valyrian spoken in the  free cities, the common tongue, high valyrian.

allegiance: house martell, a few of the noble houses of essos ( pending wcs ), herself — but her family, most of all.

☀️  PHYSICALITY.

fc: angela sarafyan.

appearance: with the blood of old valyria still strong amongst the people of lys, syrene’s physical attributes reflect what has been written in the history books of the famed valyrian beauties of old. 

hair: a soft honey-brown, with natural silver-gold highlights running throughout. kept waist-length and gently curling, and occasionally adorned with beads and headdresses in the dornish fashion.

eyes: pale periwinkle blue, appearing bluer in some lights and purpler in others. 

height: 5′8″

notable features: a markedly expressive brow; large, rounded, half-lidded eyes that seem vacant and incisive all at once; fingers adorned with rings; sharp, angular cheekbones.

scent: cloves, saffron, violet, pepper, leather, sandalwood, and oud.

☀️  PERSONALITY.

positive traits: adventurous, confident, disarming, eloquent, observant, gregarious.

neutral traits: calculating, competitive, creative, enigmatic, proud, skeptical.

negative traits: hedonist, machiavellian, narcissistic, reckless, self-indulgent, vengeful.

archetypes: The Explorer; The Femme Fatale; The Thrill-Seeker; tbd.

alignment: dangerous area between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil.

☀️ RELATIONSHIPS.

husband: prince tbd nymeros martell.

children: tbd.

brother-in-law: prince zakar martell.

sister-in-law: princess allyria martell.

ladies-in-waiting, knights, etc.: tbd.

brother(s):  various lords utp saan.

paramours:  tbd, open to all genders!

☀️  HISTORY.

[ this is v long bc ... what are editing skills ... so there’s a tldr after this section! ]

i. There was a time when House Saan was known only for their long and distinguished lineage of pirate-lords, roaming the seas and shores in search of opportunities to pillage and plunder upon prey and claim others’ riches as theirs. To this day, some would argue that House Saan’s wealth was gained solely through disreputable means. However, those who know best — meaning, those who find themselves a part of families with fortunes rivaling even crowned royals — understand that wealth, along with power, is something to be seized, taken at every opportunity, and built upon throughout the ages for the generations to come.

ii. It’s true; the Saan family once was no better than self-styled Regents of the Narrow Sea, made of lords and ladies content to live a pirate’s life. However, a century ago, one such pirate king had the good sense to build upon his already impressive fleet of ships, amassing an armada to rival those of the Redwynes and the Greyjoys. Once pirates, the House now stood amongst the Lysene as merchants, bankers, shipmasters, and naval advisors. This transition catapulted House Saan to the league of nobility, with numerous royals from both Essos and Westeros courting the family with offers of marriage, gold, and status in exchange for access to even a fraction of the armada. Through this, the titles of Prince and Princess of the Narrow Sea were bestowed upon the family.

iii. Syrene Saan was born into this title, the firstborn girl in a long lineage of firstborn boys turned men turned lords. In some ways, she was treated no differently — taught the intricacies of seacraft and tutored in economics and diplomacy. Yet, at times, she was treated no different than a maiden in a song, confined to a study with her septa and expected to wed once she was of age. The combination of these aspects of her formative years, even in their juxtaposition, resulted in a woman her family could present to the world as one with the naval knowledge of a pirate king, the business savvy of a merchant, and the manner of a queen hiding her secrets behind a smile.

iv. In private, however, her interests were more common. Like her early ancestors, she developed a penchant for gambling games and cultivated a more-than-recreational pastime of palm-reading and other occult practices. Syrene was well-suited to the mystical, not because she was easy to trick into belief, but because she held skepticism and intrigue in equal measure. Once she came of age, she explored her share of Lys’ famed pleasure houses, half for education and half for exploration; her family was called a worldly one, and she only wanted to carry on the tradition.

v. Called the ‘Pearl of Lys’ by the Lysene commonfolk and Essosi nobles alike, her family quickly sought to fashion the pearl into a diamond by way of a marriage alliance with a great house of Westeros. Syrene had little interest in the matter, believing that no person could excite her the way that her own desires did. Love might have been the death of duty, but marriage was the death of adventure.

vi. ( Syrene’s relationship with her husband and his family is tbd, pending plotting with their writers <3 ) Given that Lys was in such close proximity to Dorne, it was only expected that Syrene was soon introduced to the Dornish Prince. The principality was known for its well-trained armies of men and their spears, but what they had long lacked — despite their nearness to the seas — was a proper fleet, one which could rival the royal naval armada should the swirling rumors of Dorne fighting for its independence from the Seven Kingdoms come to fruition.  After a long courtship, she married the firstborn Prince of House Martell, and assumed the title of Ruling Princess of Dorne. 

vii. With him ( and the role she now played ) came a greater sense of maturity and incisiveness, the kind necessary to sit at the seat of Sunspear alongside her lord husband and be taken seriously at court despite being a foreign bride. Long gone were the days of wild youth, and in their place, a love she never expected and enough responsibility to restrain her most hedonistic impulses — at least, early on. Now, to counteract this price for power, Syrene has taken to indulging once more, again exploring as she can within the bounds placed on those of nobility. There’s a cognitive dissonance at bay, a continuous attempt a balancing the demands of her husband’s political world with the thrill of excitement she’s long pursued. And so, the result is a woman well trained for her station, yet prone to bouts of recklessness when she’s hungry for something the game of thrones cannot provide.

☀️ TLDR.

The firstborn daughter of the newly-noble House Saan, who originated as pirate lords but have become shipcrafters and the owners of one of the world’s largest armadas. In youth, Trained in youth for her eventual station as a ruling lady, but also took to adventuring and exploring to her heart’s content — the byproduct of a wild streak which she has still maintained, though it was subdued for the earlier part of her marriage into House Martell. A known lover of a gambling games, the occult ( namely, palm- and card-reading ), and a supporter of the independence of each of the Seven Kingdoms. Kind of lives by the motto ‘A Little Party Never Killed Nobody’. Gets reckless when she’s bored — meaning she’s forever in search of playthings, puppets, and prey.

☀️ TRAJECTORY.

Right now, I think of Syrene as someone who has one foot firmly planted in the game of thrones and the other in her own desires ( think, Margaery’s political aptitude + Arya’s sense of adventure. ) I personally would like to see something that makes Syrene decisively land in the world of the former and use the training of her formative years and the very real power that is the combined force of her husband’s army and her own family’s armada to see Dorne ( and the other kingdoms ) achieve independence. An ideal trajectory that I’d like to work towards for Syrene is having her penchant for hedonism and such causing certain irreparable mistakes to be made, and a quite serious reckoning to happen as a result — all so that a true player in the game of thrones can emerge from the wreckage of her own, self-wrought chaos. 

☀️ WANTED CONNECTIONS.

[ i have several ideas for specific wcs, but it’s late and i have a super early day tomorrow, so I’ll make a more detailed list of wcs very soon! ]

some quick lil generic wcs: 

- friends ( i imagine there’s only ... a handful lmao ) - enemies ( probably far more ) - paramours / lovers - current wards of house martell - essosi nobility now in westeros who might view the saan armada as a threat - conversely, essosi nobility with positive relationships to house saan - fellow gamblers / party people - the almost betrothals - members of house saan ( i hc that she has several younger brothers ) - manipulators ( failed or successful ) - fellow occultists  - brothel workers / owners ( tbh, i have a hc that syrene financially supports a number of pleasurehouses ) - little birds bc girly loves her gossip okay - advisors / similar roles who would petition her to engage in more charitable efforts - those whose families had connections with hers over the past century ( perhaps a saan relative was their master of ships, that sort of thing ) - anything and everything!! i can’t wait to write with everyone <333