#love nok always

[evecolourshock]

!!!!!! Screaming flailing (in another room) so cute!!!!!

May I pet the murder pupper?

This is MY murder puppy and no one can take me from himmmmmmmmm

[familyfaten]

⚠️ Attention ⚠️

Hello world, I communicate with you a lot and always share my suffering. Many of you share my story; but very few donate and help my family.

As you can see here, I have not received any donations for two days, and in the previous days I used to receive one donation per day, and sometimes two, no more.

Donations are deadly slow, I don't know why! And your lack of support for my family 😔

We are a very big family, 16 people, including 7 children.

Our homes were destroyed since the beginning of the war in the north of the Gaza Strip and we were displaced to the south and remained homeless, we lost our jobs and were left without income. Most importantly, we lost our loved ones. “I lost my big brother since the beginning of the war and I have not heard anything about him until now.” He left behind his children and wife.

Isn't all this enough to make you donate to us!?

NOTE :

Some friends told me that it is more difficult because it is in Norwegian Krone, and I should find someone in the EU or the US to change the currency and make it easier.

But it is very difficult to know someone outside the country, I suffered until I found someone from Norway, do not make this a big problem

5$ = 55 Nok

10$= 111 Nok

I created my campaign 5 months ago, but I only got 9% of my campaign

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[hungee-boy]

Today is my 24th birthday!

If you have the means and you want to do something for me, I want you to donate to these Palestinian donation campaigns that are the furthest from their goal (10% or lower).

I'm taking these from @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi 's list of verified campaigns and I HIGHLY urge you to donate and help these families survive and build new lives. Click on each name to access their campaigns.

Mahdy Zourob - €2,412 / €25,000 (9.6%)

Yousef Mounir - £5,292 / £50,000 (10.6%)

Ahmad Turk - £30 / £70,000 (0.0%)

Haifa Hasan - €1,110 / €25,000 (4.4%)

Sanaa and Rana Abu Ghaben - $5,761 / $100,000 CAD (5.8%)

Ahmad Shaban - £10,490 / £150,000 (7.0%)

Hassan Shbeir - $2,590 / $50,000 USD (5.2%)

Mahmoud Nedal - $2,763 / $50,000 USD (5.5%)

Mohammed Mansour - $10,888 / $150,000 USD (7.3%)

Anonymous - $4,189 / $50,000 USD (8.4%)

Sharif Family - $8,949 / $90,000 USD (9.9%)

Mahmoud Mousa - €1,766 / €15,000 (11.8%)

Nedal's Family - €870 / €33,000 (2.6%)

Basel Abu Ghaben - $4,077 / $105,000 CAD (3.9%)

Nasser Shoshaa - €6,464 / €120,000 (5.4%)

Abeer Ibrahim - $5,265 / $70,000 CAD (7.5%)

Mohamed Refiq Abdo - $6,103 / $100,000 CAD (6.1%)

Ahmed Abu Ghali - €2,948 / €50,000 (5.9%)

Ahmed Abu Shammala - €9,898 / €100,000 (9.9%)

Maha Ibrahim - kr 34,177 / kr 1,067,200 NOK (3.2%)

Khalil and Amal/Abdelsalam and Nahla - €3,246 / €80,000 (4.1%)

Yazan Ashraf Abu Safiya - €3,699 / €50,000 (7.4%)

Ihab Al-Masaraei - $2,440 / $35,000 USD (7.0%)

Hussam Hijazi - €7,225 / €75,000 (9.6%)

Khalil Abu Baker - €1,481 / €30,000 (4.9%)

Dima Nabahin - €1,757 / €30,000 (5.9%)

Nahla and Amal - €3,246 / €80,000 (4.1%)

Mahmoud Helles - €1,380 / €50,000 (2.8%)

Samira Ehab/Akkila - €527 / €30,000 (1.8%)

Tawfik Al Tatri - €571 / €25,000 (2.3%)

Mohammed Khatib - $439 / $10,000 USD (4.4%)

Hala Al-Nakhala - kr 19,466 / kr 600,000 SEK (3.2%)

Basel Ayyad - 3,318 / 60,000 CHF (5.5%)

Siraj Abudayeh - $6,108 / $82,000 CAD (7.4%)

Asma El-Derawi - €3,410 / €38,000 (9.0%)

Raghad Qanou - £3,615 / £55,000 (6.6%)

Wattan Abu El Eish - €4,563 / €50,000 (9.1%)

Abdulrahman Al-Abadla - $310 / $31,000 CAD (1.0%)

Hamza Alabassi - €2,085 / €21,000 (9.9%)

Hani Ibrahim - $3,528 / $50,000 USD (7.1%)

Majdy Al Shamaly - $2,937 / $140,000 CAD (2.1%)

Mohamed Jameel - €934 / €35,000 (2.7%)

Safaa Abu Baker - €1,857 / €15,000 (12.4%)

Mohammed Okal - kr 5,030 / kr 90,000 NOK (5.6%)

Sara and Alaa Tahrawi - £578 / £15,000 (3.9%)

Israa Al Azaiza - $2,775 / $48,000 CAD (5.8%)

Al-Moatasem Abu Amsha - €75 / €25,000 (0.3%)

Ghada Banat - €4,467 / €50,000 (8.9%)

Noha Al-Habil - $5,265 / $70,000 CAD (7.5%)

Ayman Sharif - $3,833 / $40,000 USD (9.6%)

Dr. Husam Farhat - $1,706 / $29,500 (5.8%)

Abed Rahman El-Shaer - $430 / $50,000 USD (0.9%)

Updated as of 07/14/2024.

It would mean the absolute world to me if you donated. My love and heartache go to these people and I want nothing more than for them to survive, heal, and have the means to live comfortably, as all human beings should.

Feel free to reblog with proof of donations and to share this to anyone you can think of. And, of course, be respectful, be kind, and always look out for your fellow man.

❤️🖤🤍💚

[cuddlybitch]

KDRAMAS OVER FLOWERS DAY 1: a love so beautiful 💖 (a favourite couple)

Nok-du, I don't think our time together will always be full of sunshine and rainbows. Some days will be windy like today, and some days will be sad and full of tears. But you see, as long as I am with you, I am more than willing to endure all those hardships. I will endure anything.

Dong-ju & Nok-du, THE TALE OF NOKDU (2019)

[evecolourshock]

I love your art, I love your writing, I love your creativity. You're amazing, bud ♡♡

There is a reason I have a dedicated tag for you - I love your work so much ♡♡♡♡ yes,even the stuff you're not so keen on

Literally have no idea why I even keep my blog around. I don't know that anyone but myself even gives a darn about my attempts at art lol

[xxsycamore]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬  💌 Nokto has been away for so long, and Emma is alone with her thoughts about him.

Nokto Klein x Emma(MC) • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Reunion Sex; Accidental Voyeurism; Masturbation; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Some Humor; Aftercare; Fluff and Smut; Couch Cuddles • wordcount: 1,594 • masterlist

a/n: AHH I had the pleasure to participate in yet another amazing ikemen gift exchange hosted by @sunnyikemen and @ikemenlibrary ! My giftee for this round was @nightghoul381 ! GHOULIE!! I squealed when I saw your name in the info message!! Hope you enjoy!🥺❤❤

The night is warm and quiet, every other soul in the palace is fast asleep, distant songs of nocturnal birds make for the perfect background noise to enjoy the company of a good book under soft candlelight…and Emma makes the most of it.

If only she could trade her companion for the night with the one person she misses the most right now.

Tonight too, she prefers being in Nokto's room instead of her own, surrounded by the comforting presence of all things reminiscent of him. The scent on his pillow is becoming fainter with every night he's missing from home and Emma's heart aches for him.

It won't be much longer now. That's what she tells herself as she flips another page.

The letter she used as a bookmark lays open on the coffee table as she'd delayed her pastime just to look at the words inside once again. The evidence of that longing being shared, as Nokto wrote about how much he misses her while he's abroad. How much he wants to kiss her. To hold her in his arms.

He's always been good with words, pressing all her buttons as he selects them carefully to get a desired reaction out of her. The sultry tone of his voice is nowhere to be found yet he doesn't even need to utilize that little curve to the end of his spoken sentences that makes her legs weak; Emma finds out that she can fairly well hear it all in her head as she reads the letter anyway. And Nokto wrote some unspeakable things.

Laying comfortably on his couch now, book held up by a single hand, Emma finds that it's becoming harder to chase after the words in the book. Soon the protagonist takes the visage of Nokto in her mind's eye, and she loses the fight. It's no good when her other hand is unoccupied; it finds the way between her legs all too soon, too easily.

"Ngghh… Nokto.."

It's a small whisper in the night, too weak and too far away to reach the one it's meant for. That's what Emma knows for sure, getting lost in pink-tinted visions produced by her imagination; and so the soft turning of the doorknob falls on deaf ears.

Nokto enters quietly, knowing his Emma well enough to find her in his room - and strangely, knowing her too little to expect she is missing him… that much. Before he knows it, he becomes the bigger pervert in the room as he silently admires the way her fingers would never be enough to resemble his presence. Deep down, he loves that fact more than he pities her. But despite himself, he's soon to coo and reveal himself.

"Are you in trouble, my dear? Those lovely sounds don't sound quite right to me… You need more."

Emma gasps, reasonably startled as she hurries to retrain some decency and pulls down her nightgown where it rode up her waist. Her eyes are big and starry, and Nokto doesn't wait for a reply before he leans down over the couch's back and captures the lips he missed the most.

The kiss comes as a silent 'I missed you' when they both skipped saying it out loud, and quickly morphs into something far less innocent. Almost like a fight to prove one missed the other more.

Emma puts her warm hand on Nokto's face just as he withdraws for air, and she is just as breathless when she attempts to speak out loud. "Are you real?"

Nokto smirks, the red of his eyes stressed by the flickering candlelight. "I might just be real. Or maybe my little vixen's fantasies have become that vivid and tangible."

"Noktooo… don't tease…"

He finds himself tugged down, two hands wrapping securely around his neck until he can't take on the task of removing his coat as planned. It's only fair if she wants more proof of him being real here and now, he'll give her plenty.

It's only after a couple more fierce kisses that Nokto finds himself getting undressed, as Emma makes it up to him by doing it herself. Articles of clothes fall to the ground as suddenly there's nothing in Nokto's way to claim his long-waited prize for being away from home for so long.

"When I found a way to return earlier, I did all in my power to take on the opportunity. I had to see you."

"Nokto…"

"I had to make love to you again before I can forget the taste of your lips. I can't live without it."

Emma's body shudders as Nokto finds the place that aches for him the most, rubbing soft circles on her nub with his slender fingers. She's dripping wet from when she was playing with herself earlier and is quick to whine in protests of not enough.

"Shhh. Be patient. I want to take things nice and slow- Fuck. Emma."

His gaze darkens with lust as he stares her down, from her expression to the hand that mischievously reached down to his crouch to give him a firm squeeze.

"You can't wait to have me either, so why wait? Darling…" Emma asks in a tiny voice that comes out muffled behind her hand. Nokto is fast to capture it in his own and pin it down over her head.

"Why wait, indeed. My clever little Emma."

Taking hold of her leg, Nokto raises it up until it hangs over the edge of the backrest, giving him full access to her glistening pussy. Not even having fully shimmied out of his trousers yet, Nokto leans down until his body is flush against Emma's, and presses his cock against her entrance.

Emma mewls so sweetly as she feels Nokto enter her, her body shivering in ecstasy as she'd prepared it for a much lesser stimulation tonight. Her previous arouse makes Nokto's entry slippery and the noise of their coupling soon begins to fill the night. It's dirty and it's perfect.

Just as Emma gets close, her moans growing in volume, Nokto suddenly halts his movements. She looks at him with a red face and with question marks in her eyes. Nokto is frowning, albeit with a face equally as flushed as hers.

"I thought about this all week. About the possibility of coming to you earlier, and how I'll make our reunion a night you'll never forget. I'd sweep you off your feet wherever you are in the palace, take you back to our room and put you on the bed. I'd take my time undressing you like a present, pressing kisses against all those places that entered my dreams the previous lonely nights. I'd bury my head between those pretty legs of yours and remain there until you're screaming to me all the things you want me to do to you next, making your juices drip down my chin so I can never forget your taste again. And then I'll… then I'll just fuck you. Until we both take our fills."

Emma's breathing grows erratic as she feels herself coming undone, the sensation of him picking the speed up again and his filthy words that her brain barely manages to register, it's all too much. She screams as her walls clamp down on him hard, a strong climax ripped out of her with each thrust of Nokto who just gives her more and more, the way she wanted it and needed it.

"And then I open the door and you're- fuck- you're here touching yourself, moaning my name- and what am I supposed to do other than to claim you on the spot? You turned my plans to dust. You…"

With a groan, Nokto feels himself being dragged over the edge by Emma's pulsing walls, her warm, tight core milking him of all he has. He shoots his load deep inside her, painting her insides white. He remains thrusting into her shallowly, chasing after the last drops of pleasure he can squeeze out of both of them.

They turn into a content pile of entangled limbs on the couch, heavy breaths and soft smooches on whatever part of each other's face they can reach. Emma's pleasure-marred, sore throat voice reaches Nokto's ears.

"Hehe…I'm sorry?"

It takes him a second, all too lost in the sea of afterglow and warm emotions, to realize Emma is apologizing for spoiling his fun. He can tell she's not all that sorry at the same time, and it paints his chuckle a bit sarcastic. There's a hint of teeth to his next kiss, and he finds her mood to be just as playful, despite how blissed out she seemed just a second ago.

"Maybe we can make up for it and go with your version for round two." Emma suggests, putting her hands on Nokto's chest to push him out of her. Once they're both seated up, Nokto caresses the back of her head, his affirmative low humming enough to let her know just how much he's looking forward to that.

"Surely you don't mind if I grab a bite of your dessert before that? Out of all the things I missed about you, your baking is pretty high on the list you know."

"Nokto, no!"

Emma tries to warn him, but it's too late, as Nokto's chewing suddenly pauses, the reason clear as a day - he tasted the carrots in the slice of cake he just forked a bite of.

"N-Nokto, don't frown now! I didn't know you were coming home tonight, remember! God..!"

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Forgotten Lands: Summer Solstice - Fae!Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: Happy summer solstice! This was the drabble idea I had that sparked this whole AU!

Summary: You’ve lived in the Fae world for a few months now and have grown close to its occupants, especially close to one in particular.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: FLUFF! Kind of a cliff hanger?

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

AU Masterlist / Masterlist

Summer Solstice

The entire estate was already buzzing with energy when you awoke sun streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. Noks had found himself a perfect sun spot his black fur looking almost blue and he purred in his sleep.

With the help of Kallie the half-nymph maid, you dressed in a pale yellow gown that was light and loose enough to keep you cool in the summer heat. To finish the look she braided small delicate yellow and blue flowers into your hair.

Once you stepped outside the festivities were in full swing already, the entire court celebrating the summer solstice. Music was floating through the air, tables were full of fresh fruit and other delicacies. Children were running around and playing with the Maypole.

You had just rounded the corner when Noks jumped out of your arms and ran straight over to Alpine who was sitting on a nearby wall. Bucky was stood not too far away with Steve and as a shadow passed overhead you knew that Sam was flying above you.

Walking over to Steve you gave him a small bow of the head “Happy Summer Solstice” you greeted.

“Happy Summer Solstice” he smile’s with his own bow of the head “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“Yes, I’ve never celebrated summer solstice before” you admit glancing around at the festivities, there weren’t many holidays in the human world anymore, and the few that remained you had been too poor to really celebrate.

“Well by all means take full advantage and enjoy the day” Steve smiles softly.

“I will thank you Steve” You smile with another bow of your head before making your way towards the table full of fresh fruit.

For the rest of the day, you enjoyed the day and all the festivities, eating the glorious food, and enjoying the good weather. You had even been coaxed into dancing with Steve.

When the song ended Steve linked his arm with yours and leaned down to whisper in your ear “I have something to show you, if you’d let me”

You blinked a couple of times, still somewhat entranced by his proximity but you managed to nod your head in answer. He smiled softly down at you before leading you away from the main hub of the party and towards one of the many gardens.

He took you to one of your favourite gardens in the estate, it was always much quieter than the others and always looked so beautiful with the wide variety of colours and flowers.

It always smelt amazing too, your arm slipping out from Steve’s as you stepped closer to take a sniff of the glorious scent. The noise of Steve clearing his throat had you looking back over towards him.

“I have a summer solstice present for you” Steve said the corners of his lips tugging into a poorly concealed smile.

“You got me a present?” Your eyes widen in surprise as you looked at the gorgeous fae male you had slowly fallen in love with, but had yet to admit it out loud, you hadn’t even been brave enough to kiss him.

“Of course” he smiled softly “Close your eyes and hold out your hands”

You did as he said, your teeth running over your lower lip as you waited for whatever he placed in your hands. After a moment you felt a smooth cool wooden box being placed in your palms.

“Can I open my eyes?” You asked, brow arching.

Steve let out a warm chuckle “Yes you may”

You opened your eyes, your gaze instantly falling on the long rectangular box in your palms. You instantly guess it was a bracelet, one that would cost more than you could ever dream to earn in the human realm.

“Open it” Steve encourages, his excitement yet nervous energy rolling off of him in waves.

You carefully open the box, surprised to find a gorgeous black feather quill resting on the velvet instead of a bracelet. Your lips parted in amazement as you carefully lifted it from the box, marvelling over its iridescence as it caught the sunlight.

“It’s beautiful, what kind of bird did this feather come from,” you ask unable to take your eyes off of it.

“It’s from a wild pegasus, they’re extremely rare mostly because few are brave enough to get close enough to pluck one” Steve explains moving to stand just behind you.

“Are there not tame pegasus? I thought other courts held them” you say glancing over your shoulder.

“There are, but for reasons that even our greatest scholars cannot understand, feathers plucked from tame pegasus cannot retain magic”

You spin round to face him “Magic?”

A smile tugs at his lips as he looks down at you “Yes, this quill is enchanted” Your lips part in surprise, your gaze returning to the feather wondering whether the iridescence was actually magic “You said you wished to write stories but cannot translate what you see in your head into words, this quill will do it for you”

Your jaw was nearly on the floor at this point, you had only mentioned your desire to write once. The time Steve took you on a tour of these very gardens and asked you what your dream was back in the human realm. You hadn’t thought much of that conversation since, it had been a dream that you never thought would become reality.

You had learnt from a young age that no matter how much you dreamed of a different life you would never be more than a poor peasant that fixed clothes for spare coppers. You were just lucky that you had been taught to read and write, something many others in your position weren’t taught to do.

“H-how?” You stutter in disbelief.

“In all the centuries I’ve been alive I learnt it best not to question the how, it can cause an awful headache,” Steve says with a playful smirk “Here try it out for yourself,” he says conjuring up a blank piece of parchment and wooden board out of thin air.

Your hand were shaking as you took the board from him, his gentle finger taking the wooden case from you in return. Resting the tip of the quill against the paper you were surprised to find it already held ink. Another enchantment on it you supposed. You glance up at Steve to see him watching you in anticipation, suddenly making you shy to write in front of him.

Quickly turning your back on him you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You let your mind wander and begin to dream up a story about a prince and princess walking through a gorgeous garden, just like the one you were in now. You could picture it all so clearly, the handsome prince, the smell of the roses. The warmth in his blue-green eyes and a gentle smile on his plump pink lips.

You pictured him gently taking the princess's hand, halting her in her stride. You could see the blush spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he gazed lovingly down at the princesses. You could practically hear his melodic soft voice as he professed his love for her.

“Very romantic” Steve hummed behind you, so close you felt his breath brush across the shell of your ear.

You are startled out of your daydream, spinning around to face Steve. You blink a couple of times, your chest heaving as you tried to get control of yourself. Something that seemed impossible with him stood so close, his comforting scent enveloping you in a warm embrace.

You managed to glance down at the parchment your eyes widening in surprise when you saw the exact story you has just pictured in your head written out before you. It was real. Your thoughts and daydreams were right here in front of you in writing. You hadn’t even realised the quill had moved yet you had filled nearly the entire page. You must have been close to completely falling off when Steve spoke.

Heat rushed to your cheeks when you realised Steve had been reading your writing over your shoulder. You pull the board close to your chest in an attempt to stop him from reading more. Praying that he didn’t realise the prince you had pictured was actually him.

“It seems to work well” he nods “and hopefully one day you’ll no longer need it” he adds with a kind smile.

You couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips, knowing that he didn’t mean that one day you’d stop writing, but that one day you’d have the confidence in your own abilities.

A lump of emotion grew in your throat as you blinked back the tears “Thank you Steve, this means the world to me” you managed to say.

Steve smiled softly, giving you a small bow of his head “You’re welcome, I look forward to reading your first novel”

You bit your lip and let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head gently “I can only apologise that I did not get you a present”

Steve gently shakes his head “You have already given me so much” he says softly.

Looking up at him your lips part in surprise when you realise the look in his eyes matched the look you had pictured in the prince's eyes. A look you never thought would leave your imagination, yet here it was.

You knew it should terrify you, and in some way may it did a little. Steve was a fae, a being that belonged in childhood stories, ones used to frighten children into behaving. And you were just human, completely ordinary.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest and a tugging sensation that wished to pull you in his direction. So you decided to stop listening to your brain and listen to your heart instead. Letting the tugging sensation pull you closer to him, a hand resting on his chest as you rose up onto your tip toes and gently brushed your lips against his.

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[janaknandini-singh999]

Vishnu & Shiva (Harihara)

Vishnu is a mischievous yet grounded boy who loves the colour yellow, the sky and dresses. Shiva is a fierce yet innocent one who loves nature, yoga and dancing.

"SHIVUUUWUUU MY LOVE MY GOD!" Vishnu ran and jumped on Shiva, who smiled a little. He kissed Shiva's cheek and grinned "I MADE YOU A TIARA OF YOUR FAVOURITE RUDRAKSH BEADS AND SOME PRETTY FLOWERSSKSKSS"

"You know that I get content with just some belpatra and bhasm, right?"

"OK, MY BHASM BESTIE BRO!" Vishnu pouted "Keep your low maintenance rituals for your dear devotees for an easy path to reach you. But allow MEEE TO SPOIL YOU AT LEAST??! You give everyone vardaan, don't you? Give one to me also that you let me love you IN MY OWN WAYYY HEHEHEHEHE"

"Alright alright!" Shiva couldn't help but laugh a little as he placed the tiara on his head gently

"THERE NOW!!! You look so ADORABLE, my BHOLEY BABUUU UWU" Vishnu pulled Shiva's cheeks hard "Who can tell that you're a WILD YOGU? Btw do you remember the time I became Mohini and we merged-"

Shiva quickly lifted him up in bridal style, laughing nervously "Yes, I do, buddy."

Someone cleared their throat and Shiva looked up, letting out a gasp and dropping Vishnu down with a thud.

"OWWW! I-" he turned around to look too "oh-"

Parvati and Lakshmi were standing at a distance, the former clearly fuming with rage. Lakshmi shrugged and looked away, politely.

"Parvati, it is nothing like it seems-"

"That's ENOUGH, swami!"

Shiva immediately went quiet. He remembers Kaali and how he had to literally lay down in front of her to save the cosmos from getting obliterated by her wife's wrath.

"But you know it was for a purpose! Lord Ayappa was born."

Parvati sighed "I know and understand all of that.. but the way I had to literally sacrifice myself in the pyre as Sati for your honour, then get reborn as Parvati and do tapasya for CENTURIES just for you to ACCEPT me as your wife! But with bhraata Vishnu here, all he needed to do was turn into the most beautiful enchantress and you-"

Vishnu grinned nervously and looked away too.

"I'll talk to YOU TOO later, brother!" Parvati spoke to Vishnu and walked away, Shiva on her heels, chasing her.

He glared at Vishnu one last time, whispering "If the brahmaand goes up in flames with her then you shall be the one to be blamed, Jagannath!"

"No?" Vishnu could barely contain himself from giggling "YOU will be. Shiva couldn't confront and comfort his Shakti????? The most sacred couple, PARENTS OF THE UNIVERSE?"

Shiva groaned and made a dash for his wife

Lakshmi sighed again and advanced towards her husband "Why do you do this?"

Vishnu looked at her with his big, innocent bambi eyes "Me?"

Lakshmi blinked slowly "Yes." and waved her hand "I know your leelas but the world still needs to get used to it, love. You always have something up your sleeve. But really? Poor Shivashakti are the epitome of love. What have they done? Why did you trouble them??"

"Nok jhok se prem badhta hain, meri swamini!" Vishnu winked "and who knows that better than you?"

Lakshmi finally let out a laugh "You ARE impossible."

It was Vishnu's turn to blink and sigh

"Impossible to stay mad at!" Lakshmi winked back at him and he laughed with her, kissing her

[my-midnight-musings-xoxo]

Spoilers for Painter of the Night and Ghost's Nocturne!

This includes explicit talk of assault and how it's often sexualized concerning queerness, please skip this if you're not in a place to read this, your mental health matters.

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Romanticization is "dealing with or describing in an idealized or unrealistic fashion; make (something) seem better or more appealing than it really is."

Sexualization is the emphasis on the sexual nature of a behavior or person. Sexualization is linked to sexual objectification, treating a person solely as an object of sexual desire.

Clarification, my issue isn't with taboo content itself, guilty pleasures exist and I don't think you're a terrible person if you read these stories. My issue is how authors handle these sensitive subjects, and disregard how that affects people in the future (I'll get into that later on). I love MadK, I'm far from a Puritan. Onto the informal rambles.

The romanticization of assault in BL has become more prevalent in recent years, with its acceptance, or at least tolerance, being called out by many readers. It's a topic that can always be delved into deeper, and it's fascinated me for years, but I never had a platform to share my thoughts fully. I feel the need to warn you because these thoughts have been rattling in my head for years, this will be an extremely long post, and I apologize for its length.

The first bl that introduced me to the insensitive depiction of trauma was Painter of the Night. The premise was intriguing to me, a struggling painter named Nakyum was discovered by a royal named Seungho to paint erotic paintings for him. My issues began with Seungho kidnapping Nakyum after he declined to paint for the prince, murdering the subordinate who told him of the painter..don't make me write about how violence is made to seem desirable and . And it only gets worse with Seungho continuously assaulting Nakyum, it's disturbing to read. But something else disturbed me that I couldn't explain at the time, and that's how it's depicted to look. Potn is pretty, but it never sat right with me how Nakyum looked during these moments of violence. Shiny eyes, blushing, it's made to look appealing. We cannot always control how our bodies react to situations, and our bodies reacting to something doesn't mean it's how we feel, yet Potn ignores this, in turn trying to convince the reader that because his body reacts, it means he does consent, that is vile to me. A bodily reaction doesn't encapsulate what someone is feeling or thinking and doesn't mean they consent.

Consent can be shown with FRIES: Freely given, Reversible, Informed, Enthusiastic, Specific.

Kidnapping alone causes Nakyum distress, but even if he consensually goes with Seungho, he never once consents to what's done to him.

For years I tried to understand what I was missing, why everyone enjoyed this story, enjoy this non-consensual relationship where Nakyum was clearly traumatized. And it clicked a few months ago.

Ghost's Nocturne is a manwha about a demon, Jae-shin who's punished for leading a hedonistic life. He's sent to the human world and is a dog by day, and a demon by night. He has to make a human fall in love with him to break this curse. He settles on a prince, Lee Nok, who's been plagued with seeing demons ever since he was young.

It's beautiful aesthetic-wise, and I was excited as someone I looked up to seemed to like this manwha so I started it!

In Chapter 4, the prince is being assaulted by multiple demons, this is insinuated to be a common occurrence. Jae-shin, who was taken in at this point by the prince when he was a puppy, sees this happening to the prince. He goes to the prince and assaults him. Now, some people argue because he's a demon he doesn't understand what he's doing is wrong or we shouldn't judge him by human standards. It's never implied he doesn't understand right vs wrong, at least in the early chapters, but let's say he doesn't. Multiple times during this scene Lee Nok repeatedly tells him to stop and tries to push him off more than once. If memory serves because I don't want to read this again, Jae-shin says he's helping him to rid him of the demon's marks on him. I quit once I realized this graphic scene continued to Chapter 5 so maybe I'm wrong and he genuinely didn't understand what he was doing was wrong, but that doesn't make what he did wrong. Right?

I was disturbed by this scene, so I looked up other's opinions on the manwha. A post I found mentioned the scene, and although they called it non-con/slash assault (they used the R word but I don't know if I can use that here) the post said it was early on and the redemption arc starts soon as well.

This is what made my years of confusion settle. Because it was redeemed in the story, people accepted it, or at least tolerated it. Another post I read, years ago so this might be off, called the assaults in Potn something they had to overcome or get through.

I can't entirely blame the readers for tolerating the content, it's the authors who create such content in the first place. But as the majority of these fans are adults, I'd expect there to be a level of understanding that what's occurring is wrong, regardless of redemption arcs.

Now, I think as long as you understand that said toxicity is wrong and don't defend it, generally, I've fewer issues with that. The problems are these stories. Potn, Ghost's Nocturne, Jinx, Steel and Silk, etc. All of these manwha solely depict assault as something for the couple to overcome. Fiction, on varying levels, affects reality. It also affects the way we think and view things. Without conscious consumption and understanding of what is and isn't okay in reality, it can have damaging results. I'd like to assume the majority of these fans understand in real life such actions are reprehensible, but when they defend it, often with vigor, it worries me they genuinely don't understand why people are upset. There's a reason the sentiment of romanticizing movies likes Twilight is a risk to impressionable children, making them think toxic relationships are desirable and normal despite the very real dangers such fictions depict. I'm unsure how to end this rant, these feelings have built up for years and it'd be insensitive if I just left. So I'm going to recommend two video essays that are more in-depth and well worded. The first one is The Romanticization of R--e and & Sexual Assault Abuse in BL by moonconsort. The second is Jinx: The Romanticization of Violence and How It Gets Away With It by LABY. This one is a college final and has a lighter tone with humor, just to be aware.

Despite this clunky jumble of words, I'd like to thank you for reading this far. Conscious consumption is essential when absorbing media, it's perfectly fine to shut your brain off for a while and relax, but it's especially important to be aware of how the media you consume depicts sensitive topics. It's necessary to deconstruct and criticize pieces of media you love, acknowledging something's flaws doesn't make it any less lovable or you're banned from liking it, it just means you are aware that it's not perfect just because you love it, and that's okay. Being open to criticism allows for growth and change, even if it's subconscious. Even if it's just dropping a manwha like Jinx because you realized how toxic it truly was, it's growth, and it is for the better.

[whitedragoncoranth]

Destination Knowhere II

Though Nebula - in her job as Knowhere's Security Chief - had the strange Terran, David, and his dragoness Ieesha watched discreetly... in the end they turned out to be relatively harmless. When they weren't utterly busting their butts to help the citizens of Knowhere with even the simplest of chores - as thanks for their generosity in healing the two - the man and his golden-bronze dragoness were nearly always at the park.

David and Ieesha, it seemed, had vaguely adopted the Star Children--all of them! Yes, the children had parents among the people of Knowhere, but of course people have to work so when said people did, Ieesha watched over them. The big dragoness smiled, misty-eyed, as they rested about her body, dozed under her wings, or climbed all over her. "What can I say? She loves kids," David explained to Nebula one day as all this was going on--and then Nebula giggled as Ieesha gently fawned and fussed over her, dismayed expression on her muzzle as she frowned at the Luphomoid's crude cybernetics before Nebula had to wave her away, saying that she was fine.

Still, Ieesha whined soft and low, and David stated without hesitation, "If you ever do need any work done, our ship has a state-of-the-art Clinic, where we can take a look at you; help you with any medical issues, maybe even give you a few upgrades. It'll cost you nothing. You come see us anytime. Don't be a stranger, eh?" As the unmodified Luphomoid child cheered and jumped up and down inside her - she was talking to a frutackin' dragon rider! - Nebula laughed and nodded. "Deal," she called happily as she went to return to her Office and resume her duties.

Later - when the Star Children were picked up and taken home, as the lighting of the station dimmed to artificial sunset - David and his beloved dragoness tended to the last child under her wing. This was Rocket Raccoon, of course--but the poor fellow looked a little dazed as Ieesha had somehow coaxed him out of his suit; he was nude, yet dignity was upheld as Ieesha's wings were a tremendous privacy shield. Raccoon-calling to him, Ieesha softly, gently, lick-lick-licked him, washing him, bathing him all over! As she did this, David was there with a grooming kit for pets, combs, de-knotting, de-matting, de-shedding brushes--thoroughly working him over.

Rocket, while all this was going on, was drinking from the dragoness; he was suckling milk from a mammalian teat, milk she'd altered just for him to be utterly packed with everything the raccoon needed. The dragoness had been utterly seething furious at the condition of the little one - had badgered David that they needed to get him aboard the Dragon Weyr as soon as possible - and David, after examining him discreetly, even with just a passive psionic scan, acquiesced. ~If the Guardians won't allow it, I'm taking him anyway, poor joor raan! He needs freyend... he needs so much...~

The dragonesses body hitched in a sob, silvery tears falling from her eyes to wet the raccoon's head. Oh, if only her tears alone could heal she thought as David soothed her, gently. "We'll work something out with the other Guardians, love. We must; his pain... it's like shattered glass grinding in my head..." Ieesha keened soft and low. They would do for Rocket what they could now: wash, brush, and groom his fur and have him drink Ieesha's milk, try and get some weight on him such that his ribs weren't showing. ~Perhaps we can tell a small nok, a lie, that something in the Dragon Weyr needs repair that can only be done by the little joor racc'n...~ Ieesha started.

"Ieesha!" David responded softly, alarmed. "We--we can't lie to the Guardians, not after the good we've done here! What's this about? What's gotten into you?" In response, Ieesha shook her head, more tears falling, then looked at her David, stricken. ~... he is dii, mine! Dii fariik pahdul! My... my precious baby. My precious baby, and he is in vaarnufaaz, unrelenting pain! In his hahdrim, his mind, in his kopraan, his body, and his sil, his very soul! He... he hurts so much! He hurts... He hurts...!~ As Ieesha lick-lick-licked Rocket gently and watched over him whilst he suckled from her - the raccoon drifting in and out of sleep - David shook his head ruefully. Sweet, soft, gentle Ieesha, who broke all the "typical dragon tropes" along with the rest of her kin. With open mind and endless compassionate heart, she just wanted to help everyone she could. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and it wouldn't be the last.

[warden-melli]

❤️⬛▼★

Melli, please ? (And more preferably about his biological parents for the family headcanon).

Sure ^^ Sorry I took so long to get to your ask. My headcanons for his family and backstory are pretty extensive, so feel free to ask more headcanon stuff if you’re interested. I’ve developed a pretty detailed headcanon verse for the PLA world/characters, I’ve just never really had much of an opportunity to share them.

♥ - family headcanon

Melli’s mother’s name is Fiana, and she works as a jewellery/charm maker. She has a particular passion for memento mori, and assists her mother (Melli’s grandmother) in her role as the Diamond Clans funeral celebrant, death doula, and herbalist. While jewellery making is where she earns the majority of her income, her true passion is Kalosian literature, and cuisine, something she’s sadly only experienced sparingly, and solely vicariously through the rare Kalosian traveler that would occasionally visit the village in her youth. Equally as known for her beauty as she is her rebellious and often opinionated personality, she has developed quite the reputation as a trouble maker. Her hair is long and dark, and her eyes are the same shade of blue as her sons. Her partner is Dustox, whom she was raised with as a sister. Her childhood best friend is Adaman’s mother, Minette.

Melli’s father is a rather plain, shortish man with warm brown skin, thin dark hair, a sharp wit and a lax demeanour named Haru. He is a brewer by trade, though is often caught slacking off with his fishing pole in the water ways near the Diamond Clans village. His partner pokemon is (a particularly plump) Raichu who is far happier snoozing in the village than facing any form of battle. While Melli’s mothers side of the family has been living in Hisui for generations, Melli’s father’s family only made the journey from the Johto region to join the Diamond Clan village in Hisui when Haru was only a few years old. He quickly adapted to the Hisui lifestyle, befriending several other children including his future wife Fiana, as well as meeting his lifelong best friend, Nok (Adman’s father).

From their youth Melli’s parents and Adman’s parents were inseparable, often pushing the boundaries of the villages rules, and adventuring throughout the Hisui region, and even secretly making friends with some members of the Pearl Clan. They all developed reputations as slackers and troublemakers, with Melli’s parents seen as bad influences, especially to Nok, the son of the Diamond Clans then leader leader, who was expected to follow in his fathers footsteps. When Nok came of age and publicly declined the position of leader, it was Haru who was blamed for his decision, especially when the two teamed up to start their own brewery shortly after. Despite the controversy Noks father, Leader Solitaire, begrudgingly accepted his sons decision, choosing to stay Leader until Nok either changed his mind, or another candidate for Leader would put themselves forward for the position.

His parents became closer in their teens, before falling in love and marrying in their early 20’s, causing quite the stir in the village. Despite her reputation, her beauty, her brothers respected title as Warden, and her families long history with the Diamond Clan ensured that Melli’s mother was seen as an incredibly desirable marriage candidate, having turned down many suitors before announcing her engagement. Haru was the victim of jealous rumours and mean spirited remarks from many in the village, with some loudly declaring that he was “not good enough” to be Fiana’s husband. To many he was not considered handsome enough, or to have a high enough status to marry somebody like Fiana, and because of his families somewhat recent history in the Hisui region many considered him to be “barely not an outsider”. The two responded to this treatment as they always did. They ignored it and did what they wanted to do anyway.

They tried for children almost straight away, yet failed to receive “Sinnoh’s blessings”. Minette, who was pregnant with her son at the time, assured Fiana that Sinnoh would bless her “when it’s time”, with Nok insisting that the true cause of their troubles probably originated from a well placed Wydeer kick that Haru had taken during an adventure in their teens. Despite being incredibly overjoyed for their friends blessing, the couple couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when Minette gave birth to a baby boy, Adaman.

While they remained best friends, after Adaman’s arrival the two couples had less time to spend in each others company, as Nok and Minette were busy with their newborn. Adaman was only a week or so old when a mysterious traveller from the Kalos region made contact with their village. He was looking for guidance and a safe place to stay while he was in the region. The villagers, wary of outsiders, hesitantly allowed him to enter. This was not out of the goodness of their hearts, but because he was travelling with a trusted group of merchants with whom their Clan had traded with for years, when their ships would dock on Hisuain shores as they made their way to more populated lands.

The traveller was like no one that any of them had ever seen before. Toweringly tall, with intense eyes and and a frightening air of mystery about him, Fiana and Haru were intrigued, and with their friends busy, they volunteered to be his guide. Many in the village, but especially the Warden in the Fieldlands warned them to be careful travelling with the man, yet they saw it as a chance to have another adventure. The warden personally confronted the couple, warning of outsiders and their wicked ways, yet they ignored him taking on the role anyway.

The man was quiet at first, secretive and vague about what it was exactly he was after, yet regardless was eager to learn about the region and the pokemon that resided in it. Over the first few weeks after his arrival the traveler mostly stayed silent, listening to the couple banter as they traveled the region, before returning to the village at night and hiding away until it was time to venture out again in the morning. Slowly, as they adventured day after day, he slowly began joining in on their jokes, asking questions about them and their lives and slowly opening up tiny facts about himself. Pretty soon they had explored all that they could in a single day. The group then started taking trips that would last days away from the village. On these trips, alone in the Hisui wilds, the traveller and the young couple would bond quickly, the man apologising for his coldness towards them, and opening up about his true purpose in visiting the region. He was looking for a certain pokemon, one that he had heard rumours of being sighted in the area, as told to him by the very merchants that he had traveled to the region with in the first place. They reported seeing a small, mysterious flower pokemon, and the traveller desired to find it. Fiana and Haru were intrigued by the possibility, and after quickly ruling out the local Roselia’s as the pokemon in question, the group set out to find it.

What began as a cold, reserved and almost sorrowful man quickly turned to a charming, well spoken, and intensely interesting person who seemed to delight in telling the pair tales of his travels, bits about his home region of Kalos and who equally seemed just as interested by their stories of the almighty Sinnoh, the noble pokemon and of the land in which they called home. Over the months they grew closer, the man becoming more trusting of the Diamond Clan, and in turn, the Clan becoming more accepting of his presence among them. Their bond continued to grown until one night, when camping over night in the Fieldlands during one of their expeditions, all three of them decided to escalate their relationship, and they decided to sleep together. This was of course forbidden, as the two were married and this traveller was an outsider to their clan, and yet Fiana and Haru did what they always did. Whatever it is they wanted. And they had the best night.

Their bond only grew after that night, and the next few months were spent with many more nights like it as they continued their adventure to try and find the mysterious pokemon. Secretly, the couple wished the man would never find his prize so that he might stay with them in Hisui forever, yet one afternoon, in the Fieldlands not too far from where they all spent their first night together, they finally found what they were looking for. A field of previously dead flowers came to life as they watched a small green and white pokemon with flowers on it’s back frolic in the newly formed flower meadow. They looked to the man expecting him to be excited upon finally sighting the pokemon he had traveled all the way there to just to catch a glimpse of, yet he looked defeated instead. Tearfully he told them that that wasn’t the pokemon that he was hoping to find, and that that meant that it was time for him to leave Hisui, as he couldn’t rest until he found it. They tried to change his mind, urging him to join their clan, yet he refused to agree. Finally, they managed to get him to agree to at least return to the Clan overnight, but as the trio entered the village they were confronted by the then Warden of the fieldlands, the Diamond Clan leader and much of the village who seemed to be waiting for their return. It was then that the Warden revealed that as he had been mistrustful of the outsider had been trailing them, and that he had sighted the trio during one of their adventures engaging in forbidden behaviour. He had informed the entire Clan of the outsiders disrespect in leading two members of their clan astray.

Fiana and Haru tried to defend themselves, yet refused to deny the accusation. The traveller just stood, with a blank stare as the village turned on him, hurling insults and judgments before the leader silenced them so that he may talk. Leader Solitaire looked almost remorseful as he explained that his hands were tied, and as the rules were clear he had no choice to expel the man from the Clan immediately, banishing him from the village and forbidding any member of their Clan to speak to him from that moment on. The man told Haru and Fiana to cease their objections, and addressed the entire Clan. He confirmed that the fault was all his, that he had in fact lead the clan members astray, and that he would gladly leave this land. Fiana and Haru tired to argue, yet he would hear nothing of it as he left them there, his final words a bitter reflection about the state of humanity, and of what a fool he had been to think the Diamond Clan were any different. He left the pair with one final smile as he disappeared into the wilds.

Their reputation was in tatters after that, but their good relationship with the Clan leader, and his son ensured that the pair weren’t thrown from the village. Nok and Minette, who were well aware of the nature of their relationship, mourned their loss with them in private, passing no judgment on them and continuing to work and be seen with them in public. It was a few weeks later, approaching Adaman’s first birthday, that Fiana realised that she had fallen pregnant. The couples initial wave of joy was short lived, as when they shared the news with the rest of the Clan rampant speculation had begun about who the true father of the unborn child was. The two had considered this themselves, deciding that it didn’t matter to them who the “true” father had been, as despite being caught they didn’t regret the time they had spent with the traveller at all, and they welcomed any blessing that Sinnoh would grace them with.

When the baby was born it was clear immediately that the traveller had been the one, yet true to their word Haru and Fiana didn’t love the child any less, and were so proud and overjoyed by “her” birth. They named the baby “girl”, Camellia, after the flowers that grew in Haru’s homeland of Johto, the imagery of which Fiana had adopted and would often incorporate into her jewellery designs, and as an homage to the traveller and his quest to find his flower pokemon.

The Clan members could instantly tell that Camellia was the child of the traveller, yet due to the interference of the leader kept their judgments mostly to themselves, partially to avoid the Pearl Clan getting wind of the embarrassing scandal, and to shield the child from the truth. The families connection with the Leader also helped, and in time their reputation recovered slightly, although never recovered fully, to this day with the couple being the subjects of much speculations and gossip. Melli is their only child.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Melli for much of the year lives away from the rest of the Diamond Clan, up on Mt Coronet in the highlands near Moonview Arena. It’s a small wooden cabin that has served generations of Wardens, having previously been the home of his uncle before inheriting it after his death. While he ventures down to the rest if the Clan often during the warmer months, staying with his parents whenever he’s in the village, he spends much of the winter completely isolated up on the mountain to care for Lord Electrode during the harsh icy weather. Grass types and ice don’t mix.

For the most part he likes living alone. He can eat whenever he wants to, can sing as pound as he wants, and there’s no concerned Clan aunties to yell at him for staying up late. He does get extremely lonely though, and always looks forward to mail (as delivered by lord Braviary) or visits from friends when the weather is agreeable.

▼ - childhood headcanon

Gender non-conforming trans masc. Realised he was a boy extremely young, but was too shy to tell anyone but Adaman at first, who he bonded to after Adaman accepted him as a boy straight away. He and Adaman kept it as a secret for a few years, until, with much coaching from Adaman, Melli was finally ready to tell his parents, who accepted him straight away. I headcanon that being trans in this time period/universe is generally understood and accepted, yet still comes with its own sets of expectations and problems with expectations of trans peoples roles in society, and with transition having it’s own barriers due to the technology of the time.

As they were best friends, (and before Melli came out) Melli and Adaman’s parents had pipe dreams that one day the two may be husband and wife.

Melli made friends with Stunky after Adaman’s dad offered to take both kids out to befriend an eevee. Melli instantly thought he was adorable, but was emboldened to make friends with him after adults in the village insisted that “a stunky wasn’t a suitable partner for a little girl” encouraging him to befriend a eevee like Adaman. This awoke his stubborn streak, and he insisted on keeping the stunky around. His Grandmother with a Skuntank partner of her own, came to his defence, and with her blessing, he was allowed to keep the stunky around.

★ - sad headcanon

Melli, as a teenager, found his uncle dead up on the mountain when going to visit him while he was the Warden to Lord Electrode.

He could always tell that members of the Clan treated him differently, and that contributed to his shyness initially, but then also boosted his desire to prove himself. He often feels like the harder he tries to make people respect or like him, the more people pull away. Has developed his overly confident personality as a shield to both cover his shyness, and to try and emulate Adaman and be the type of person/friend who’s confident and capable enough to help Adaman become a great leader.

Due to some expectations placed on him as a child, and the response from certain members of the village, and changes to his relationships that occurred after he came out as trans, he often wonders if it would have been easier to “stay in the closet”, despite knowing he’d be absolutely miserable.

(This ended up being extremely long, and is likely very rough, so please excuse any mistakes lol, I’ve stayed up all night writing this and I need sleep. I’m always happy to elaborate/answer headcanon questions, both for my personal canon headcanons, and for more general canon stuff too. I love Melli so much, I could talk about him forever)

[evecolourshock]

I love them tho??

Not bland or stale, you come up with new ideas and new Situations to put this boyo and his paramour through all the time, and it's fascinating to see how they react. Flint is lame, sometimes, but that's part of his charm! He's a lil goofy guy suddenly in a Situation and has no idea how to deal with it, and reacts as best he can. If "as best he can" is "somehow seduce and fall in love with the Hero or the Monster and have them genuinely fall in love with him too, no he has no idea how he did this either", all the better!!!

I could never get bored of your work, bud! They're adorable, and captivating, and so emotionally gripping your writing can and has made me cry (this is a rare and good thing). I never had this many ideas before finding your art and writing, it's inspiring and incredible ♡♡

Im sorry for the constant onslaught of uninspired takes and ideas. I'm just fucking bland as hell and my ship is stale and my dude Flint is lame as all get out.

Apologies all around

[dragonologist-phd]

Owlcatober Day 2 - Favorite Food

also on ao3

Mercury prepares her favorite meal of the day, with some help from her newest party member.

It’s a gorgeous morning, and Mercury greets the day just as it deserves- with a bright smile and a sizzling fresh breakfast.

Her companions are, as usual, a little less than appreciative of the cheery, auspicious start to the day. They’ve griped about it before- something about not wanting to be awoken at sunrise by the sound of banging pots- but honestly, what kind of mercenaries sleep in? Adventures always begin at the crack of dawn, not the crack of noon.

Fortunately, they’ve all had time to get used to each other’s habits by now, and at this point the complaints seem more habitual than sincere. In any case, Mercury’s found that the smell of cooking pancakes is enough to wake up even the laziest of bones.

The newest addition to their team, however, simply looks confused on his first morning with the party.

Nok-Nok wrinkles his nose as he peers over Mercury’s makeshift kitchen, taking it all in with wide, wary eyes. In a growly voice, he demands, “What sidekick doing?!”

“The name’s Mercury,” Mercury tells the little goblin for the umpteenth time. “And I’m making breakfast, of course!”

“She’s a morning person,” Octavia groans. She turns in her bedroll and buries her head under her blanket, accidentally stealing it from Regongar in the process. “A loud one. You get used to it…eventually.”

Mercury rolls her eyes at the overdramatic response to being woken up at a perfectly reasonable hour by a few clanging pans. “Everybody complains about the noise,” she points out, “but nobody complains about the pancakes.”

“But why smell like that?” Nok-Nok demands again. “Not how food supposed to smell!”

It smells perfectly fine to Mercury, but she leans closer and breathes deeply just in case. Nothing- just the sizzling dough, tinged with fruity sweetness.

Valerie scoffs from her position across the camp. She’s the only one of the party who rises even earlier than Mercury, and she’s also the only one who opts for dried travel-ready nonsense over Mercury’s handmade meals. The knight narrows her eyes suspiciously at the breakfast and remarks, “He’s probably smelling the remnants of your potions.”

“Come on, Val…” Mercury protests, only to be cut off.

“I told you not to call me that, just as I told that until you begin cleaning out your vessels properly, I will be providing meals for myself.”

“Fine, Valerie, suit yourself. But it’s fine, Nok-Nok, I promise. It’s my specialty- an old family recipe for pancakes with fruit and maple syrup. It’s my personal favorite, too, you’ll love it.”

“That why it smell funny,” Nok-Nok cries, pointing a hand accusingly at the cooking food. “No meat! No meat is no meal!”

“Oh…” Mercury can’t say she agrees with Nok-Nok’s declaration, but she’s never traveled with a goblin before. She should have guessed that she’d have to account for differences in diet. Her mind spins through the different possibilities to address this oversight. “I’d make bacon, but we don’t really have any raw meat on hand. Doesn’t travel well, unless you’ve got the spells for it- oh, I think we’ve got some jerky left! I could serve that on the side, or maybe tear it up and combine it with the toppings-”

“No good!” Nok-Nok says firmly. “Sidekicks need fresh meat, get big and strong like Nok-Nok. I go find meat for everyone.”

“You sure?” Mercury asks. “We’ve got plenty food otherwise, and I don’t think you’ll find much around here aside from a few squirrels.”

Nok-Nok claps his hands happily. “Squirrel perfect! You see. Nok-Nok get best breakfast.”

Mercury considers the eager goblin, then finally reaches a decision and gives a nod. “Okay. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll eat whatever you bring back, if you at least try this.”

She fishes out one of the cooked pancakes out of the pan and spreads it on a cheap clay plate. After that comes the grilled fruit-apples today, they’re in season and they pair wonderfully with maple sugar. Last, but arguably most importantly, she finishes the whole thing off with a generous drizzling of syrup.

Perfect, she thinks as she presents the plate to Nok-Nok. The satisfaction of an expertly prepared meal isn’t quite as invigorating as the satisfaction of an expertly prepared smokepowder bomb, but it might be the only thing in the world that comes close.

Nok-Nok watches the whole process with skeptical caution, but once presented with the plate he concedes to take a small, cautious bite- and he immediately recoils.

“Too sweet!” He declares. “Hurts Nok-Nok’s teeth!”

Mercury quickly pulls the plate back, but the goblin snatches it from her hands and takes another chomp. “Uck! Nasty!”

On it goes, as Nok-Nok quickly devours the pancake, protesting all the while. When he’s done, he shakes his head in disapproval and grabs his pair of rusty daggers. “I go get squirrel now! Better than this, you see!”

He grabs the cup of syrup before he runs off, and Mercury can hear the alternating noises of disgust and eager slurping as he scampers into the brush.

Valerie watches the exchange with detached bemusement. “You do realize you’re going to regret making that deal with him?” she says once he’s gone from sight.

“Nah,” Mercury says. “I think he’ll surprise all of us. Besides, the number one rule for both an alchemist and a chef is to always be on the lookout for new recipes.”

Even after Nok-Nok returns proudly with a skewered squirrel, which he then proceeds to burn to a crisp over the campfire, Mercury stands by her statement. Nok-Nok will be a valuable contribution to the team, she’s certain of it.

Just…maybe not as the team’s new chef.

[fgcz]

I'm rereading Ghost's nocturne since season 3 has started publishing, and I wanted a refresh of the plot so far.

I don't have much to comment other than just small, random thoughts so far.

I did however realise something I had completely missed the first time. I had forgotten about Lee Nok and his mother's meeting with the priest in chapter 20. I had forgotten about what he said regarding why Lee Nok saw ghosts, which is then explained in the season 1 special episode.

In chapter 47 where Kyungjoon (His name always makes me think of Dear door) passes by Jaeshin makes me incredibly curious to find out what Jaeshin smells like.

And in 48 where he finally asks if Lee Nok wants to. Consent has finally entered the building.

52 makes me so incredibly happy, and absolutely heartbroken every time I read it. He loves her so much he just instantly leaves everything. He never even got up in the first place.

What happens with Eulsaeng in 54 also hurts. She just wanted to set things right before the end.

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February 2023 Recap

Mission success: I wrote something every day!  Some of it was short, some of it was elaborate.  Main link to the AO3 collection will be in the reblog later today.

1.  Hello  -- Theron Shan notices something strange going on at base (with hideous fanart!)

2.  Soft -- Theron snuggles with Eva Corolastor (smuggler oc) early in the morning, before he has to go...

3.  Anniversary -- Jace Malcom, a stickler for etiquette, arrives with an appropriate first anniversary present for Eva (and Theron). 

4. Starlight -- After finding Nok Drayen’s treasure, Eva takes Corso Riggs, Risha Drayen, and Bowdaar somewhere special to celebrate.

5. Amber -- Arcann seeks redemption in the form of Darth Marr’s lightsaber, with the help of Talos Drellik.  I’ve already decided I’m going to re-edit this for a larger work in the indeterminate future.  Cameo by Ramesses (Sith Warrior OC)

6.  Stretch -- Jace watches Satele Shan walk through her lightsaber katas as he drafts a critical sales pitch.

7. Cloak -- Jace deals with the crisis of the day, thanks to his brother, Kal Malcom.  I’m mentioned Kal in the past, but this is his first appearance as a character.  Let’s just say he’s different from his big brother.

8.  Callous -- Eva and Theron spend time together at the firing range.

9.  Breezy -- Rass Ordo talks with Torian Cadera and thinks about Mandalorians in love.  Then he meets Fria Whitcord (consular OC). 

10.  Thunder -- Athene Corolastor tends to Eva during her first thunderstorm.  Athene has been illusive as a narrative voice until now.  Instead of the ethereal, light figure she looks like, she’s definitely coming out with a harder edge than I anticipated.

11.  Immaculate -- Arcann goes to see his mother Senya Tirall for an important appointment.

12.  Shell -- Eva goes on her first mission with Theron after the carbonite freeze.  This is a heist fic, with background bickering from Lana Beniko and Koth Vortena.

13.  Pride -- As he holds their son Argento (Argo for short), Theron talks to Eva about the pitfalls of parental pride.  This does have some sad feels in there, but everyone is safe and happy here.

14.  Free Space:  Heartbeat -- Theron goes on his first mission since Ziost, guided through the guts of Zakuul by Marcus Trant.  He takes a detour to visit someone.  This is the long one of the bunch, at 1800+ words.

15.  Reward -- Things weren’t always bad with Darmas Pollaran.  A brief look at the beginning of the relationship between Eva and Darmas, right after Balmorra in Chapter 2.

16.  Glow -- A fluffy, slightly risque fic on Copero with Eva and Theron: they have plans.

17.  Blessed -- Corso gets to know Guss Tuno shortly after Hoth. 

18.  Glide -- Theron races in his first swoop competition in front of Jace, a fellow former swooper. 

19.  Loop -- Eva, Corso, and Hylo the cat arrive on Coruscant for the first time.

20.   Sink -- The state of a sink and the surrounding environs can reveal a lot about a person.  This seems to have been a favorite with readers. :)

21.   Tender -- For once, Lana gets hurt, and her friends are there for her. 

22.  Remember -- Eva experiences her first “Eternal Fleet Remembrance Day” with Theron.

23.  Crave -- Aric Jorgan catches Theron at the cantina at 0300, due to unforeseen happy circumstances.  This one has some CWs at the top.  

24.  Bubbly -- Day 2 of the ‘official’ Jace Malcom/Satele Shan relationship on Alderaan.

25.  Murmur -- Theron is greeted by Eva and their daughter, Dyominia, after an unexpected mission gone wrong.

26.  Joy -- Joy is a noisy house, according to Jace Malcom.  Cameo appearances by Kal, Theron, Eva, Argo, and Dyo.

27.  Blaze -- They who shoot together, stay together.  Or at least that’s Akaavi’s advice to Eva and Theron.

28.  Goodbye -- the silly-ass bordering-on-crackfic sequel to #5, starring Arcann, Koth, and Talos. 

@fluffyfebruary

[dinogaby]

OMGGGG would you all look at these babies??!!! 😍😍😍 My beloveth GarmaKoko! ⚔️ They look so amazing in your style like always!!! 🔥🔥🧡🧡🖤🖤💘 I'm so glad you were able to do this commission Nok, you really brought it on to life exactly how i envisioned it!!! I will never get tired of seeing them drawn by you. And i can't wait to receive this piece irl, i'm sure is gonna be a hundred times even more glorious!!!

Not only did I get to draw one of my fave fiction couples of ALL time, but my fabulous mate @dinogaby requested this to be a pencil drawing & I was PLEASED AS PUNCH for that! I just hope it looks anywhere as near as good in irl when you get it xD

So here's the beautiful Lady Iron Dragon & the fearsome Lord Garmadon teaming together in combat!... & in love♡♡♡