#lavella

[maverickcanine]

4b laval and liella? OwO

lavella in my head is 2 jocks who are constantly trying to fluster each other

[animemakeblog]

“Benriya Saitou-san, Isekai ni Iku” The Second Promo

The Benriya Saitou-san, Isekai ni Iku (Handyman Saitou in Another World) television anime's official website unveiled fresh cast and staff additions, a new key visual (seen above), and a second promotional video. On January 8 at 10:30 p.m., the anime adaptation of Kazutomo Ichitomo's comic fantasy manga is set to air. followed by Sun TV, KBS Kyoto, Tokyo MX, and BS-NTV on AT-X.

[dustplustars]

[glimmerofawesome]

[shewolfofvilnius]

It's been fascinating to me for years: The Inquisitor's - and especially Lavellan's - entire plot arc can really be summarised in this one dialogue with Inquisitor Ameridan, her predecesor.

Because Ameridan already knew the ways of the world of his time. The demands of the role. And now he knows the ways his life was 'altered' by the Chantry in the centuries since. And Lavellan has just seen a sneak preview of her own fate. Whatever hope she tried to kindle of a better future just got snuffed out in a glimpse of how inaccurate the record of the past is.

Everything she was, everything she'd want people to know about her? Every bit of that will be stripped away and she'll have no control over it. If the status quo is upheld, they'll say she was human, they'll say she wasn't a mage. The versions of her that aren't sufficiently sanitary to those in power or those of an agenda will gradually become legend, while the rest fades to memory. Vivienne even foreshadows Ameridan's advice during the great ball at Halamshiral in Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts.

The Chantry and the nobles will erase every one of her selves that doesn't fit whatever message they decide to send. At least if the world or convenience let them.

She's closed the rifts, hell she got to influence the Orlesian throne AND the Divine election. Everything after that save her work in finding Solas is out of her hands. So what does she do about that? Exactly what Ameridan says to do. Find the small comforts and joys and moments of happiness.

A feast and game of Strip Wicked Grace with her friends and comrades. Watching the labor of love and craft of the man she loves come to completion - and seeing his heart (and perhaps thinking about family for the first time).

The World will exact it's price, and history will reduce whoever she actually was to some sort of buried speculation or myth. She might as well live a life that makes her happy, trying to appease Orlais or the Chantry or whatever minor noble Josie's invited over this week? Ultimately it's futile in the end.

But she knows she made a difference, and she knows Thom loves her and her friends care about her, and maybe that's the important part.

[carbone14]

Les soldats américains attendent l'ordre de poursuivre les troupes japonaises battant en retraite dans la jungle – Bataille de Vella Lavella – Campagne des îles Salomon – Guerre du Pacifique – Vella Lavella – Iles Salomon – 13 septembre 1943

Photographe : Schuman

©Signal Corps – 161-43-4081

[captain-price-unofficially]

F4U Corsair from VMF-212 on Vella Lavella, January 1944. Note the special wheel chocks.

[aviationgeek71]

A lone Vought F4U-1 Corsair, from the Marine Fighting Squadron (VMF-225), at Vella LaVella, observing a Japanese bombing raid. November, 1943.

[lorata]

500 words of Leander (D1M 73)

dreamed about Leander from Alec's year right before my alarm and scrawled it down when i got up idk what my brain was on but HERE

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He peels off his Reaping suit and hands it over without a word.

“I love District 1,” one of them chirps. “So tractable. Do you remember that girl last year, I think Nine? Bit poor Lavella when she tried to take that ratty dress. Eight stitches!”

The chatter starts immediately, and Leander remembers to set his expression to ‘polite interest’ before zoning out. His prep team have soft hands and delicate fingers, at least, as they lift his limbs and circle like twinkly vultures — though Leander doesn’t even want to know the penalty for snapping one of their birdlike wrists if they decided they wanted to hurt him.

They don’t. They twitter and praise his clear skin and lovely long lashes, “but there’s darkness too, do you see it,” says one of them, “the eyes, that bone structure”; “oh yes, intensity, we should play up the brows —” and Leander does his best not to listen.

And then the bath, ludicrously oversized, so that Leander can sit in the middle and his whole prep team can fit around the sides. Even in One, his early memories a haze like the sunset through gauzy curtain windows, Leander never had a bathtub, too much waste, and Academy showers were hasty scrub-downs with one eye watching every doorway.

He sinks into the heated water and knots in muscles he didn’t know he had unwind. His team each pick a limb or expanse of skin and scrub him down with cheerful precision. It’s the most physical contact without the intent to cause him pain since — well. Since he can remember. Leander clenches his eyes shut and forces his breaths out through his nose.

“Lean back, ducky, time to wash your hair,” they tell him, and then there’s a wash of warm water and cinnamon-scented soap and brisk-yet-gentle fingers working their way across his scalp and he can’t help it, it’s not his fault. Leander splashes water across his cheeks and no one notices.

Between the bath and the heated wrap to open up his pores before the full-body wax and the waxing itself (little bursts of pain at regular intervals, almost as relaxing as the bath) Leander doesn’t remember falling asleep. Only that at some point the team prod him awake, blinking in confusion, to wait for his stylist with a robe and a hair ruffle.

“Well, this one is just darling,” Leander hears before the doors hiss closed.

“That was humiliating,” his district partner mutters as they stand by their chariot that evening, waiting for their handlers. “I never want to do that again.”

Leander’s brain snags unpleasantly on the word never, always a dangerous concept on this side of the Arena, but she’s glancing at him, eyes dark with mutiny, that familiar stab of they’re not looking, quick, we only have a second, and in the shadow of the chariot they’re not here as adversaries or show ponies, they’re two kids who spent the day getting pawed at by grown adults in silence, just like they were trained to do, with five seconds to complain.

He thinks of the relaxing bath and the patient hair washing and falling asleep on the table and his face flames with shame. “Same,” Leander spits. “Fucking creeps.”

She grins at him, sharp with shared camaraderie, and a knife twists in his chest.

[akiraiscute]

The Main Masterlink!

Hii!! Welcome to the main masterlink where this is where i put my oc fics then the Masterlink of fics of characters:D (and my criminal mind fics)

<3.

Hxh Masterlink.

Black Butler Masterlink.

OHSHC Masterlink.

TBHK Masterlink.

Steven Universe MasterLink

Oc(s)!

Zero (a hero.)

Let me help you! (Hero X Villian!Reader.)

“Honestly, It’s super hot.” (Hero X Villain!Reader)

Lavella (a villain.)

“You’re my lover, of course i would go to the ends of the earth just to make you happy.” (Yandere!Fem!Villain X Normal!Reader)

Criminal Minds!

Aaron Hotchner.

New Case - Part One. (Aaron Hotchner X Fem!Reader)

New Case - Part Two. (Aaron Hotchner X Fem!Reader)

New Case - Part Three. (Aaron Hotchner X Fem!Reader)

New Case - Part Four. (Aaron Hotchner X Fem!reader)

Spencer Reid.

“Im tired..” “Then go to home and sleep..?” “but.. i wanna be with you.” (Spencer Reid X Reader)

Spencer Reid X Overthinking!Fem!Reader - Part One. (Angst.)

[maverickcanine]

i can make lavella interesting if i really try

[crabs-with-sticks]

Got inspired by @telanadasvhenan awesome art of the lavellan verse (basically all the lavellans all hangin out and ensuing shenanigans) and have had the brilliant idea of writing a sitcom style fic. Oops all Lavellas. Just putting the blorbos in our heads into silly circumstances. So if anybody has a lavellan they would like to be in it, lmk! (will of course give character credit n all that jazz)

Am currently considering about setting it either in thedas or in a modern au

[bigglesworld]

Vought F4U-1 Corsair. Of VMF-222 Vella Lavella. In the Solomon Islands. 15 January 1944

[pinturas-sgm-aviacion]

1943 12 The Black Sheep - Nicolas Trudgian

Major Gregory “Pappy” Boyington’s Black Sheep – the Marine Corsairs of VMF-214 – taxi out for another mission from Vella Lavella, December 1943, escorting a B-24 raid on the Japanese fortress at Rabaul. Action is guaranteed and the intensity of aerial fighting here which later saw Boyington shot down and taken prisoner, was equal to anything in the war. For their part in the prolonged battle for the South West Pacific the Black Sheep became national heroes.Few fighter units in World War II gained the notoriety of Pappy Boyington’s Marine Corps VMF-214 “Black Sheep” Squadron. Equipped with the Chance Vought F4U Corsair, under Boyington’s spirited leadership, the ‘Black Sheep’ pilots were accorded one of only two Presidential Unit Citations awarded to Marine Corps squadrons during the war in the Pacific.

[usafphantom2]

TBF Avenger Vella Lavella January_24_1944

@violetpilot1 via x

[beastieboysbaby]

OMG could Adam be any hotter???

Happy birthday Mr Vitz!

Scan by hell0.nasty via insta.

📸 Mike Lavella