#my drawing skill vanished i think

[meowkol]

idk

[dizzybevvie]

RIP Bubba Sawyer you wouldve loved estrogen

[keeps-ache]

remembering something

[racingcore]

Blessing of Protector of Demigods and Protector of Youths

the first bead the demigods got at camp half blood wasnt always of the first summer they were there.

It was a pearl, with sun etched on its surface as the camp was started by Perse Athenide and Apollo.

(I cant draw very good anymore so i made use of my CAD skills to make what i think its like)

It glowed green-blue and gave off homely warmth when praying to Perse and/or Apollo. It had the blessing of both the gods.

The pearl broke when the demigod died or when one of the gods took the blessing away from the demigod (Achilles after he killed Troilus or Theseus and Heracles' misdeeds).

This tradition stopped after Perse's fading. Her blessing vanished too from the remaining pearls. They only gave off homely warmth because of Apollo.

Only one pearl like this remains, it belongs to Dionysus. He prayed to his mother even after her death, just to feel something of hers in the glow of the pearl, her blessing.

It glowed briefly after Perse entered camp Half blood, sending Dionysus spiraling.

More "images" of the pearl below

just basic CAD and very bare minimum rendering

[4pologygir1]

seth cohen x reader headcanons!

꩜ he burns you cds constantly!!! they always have some obscure indie band you’ve never heard of, one tragically romantic death cab song, and a bonus track that he totally took from some movie you two watched together.

꩜ every time you do something he finds remotely adorable, he gasps dramatically and says, “this is going in the comic.”

꩜ when you're sad, he brings over bagels and tries to comfort you with star wars metaphors like, “if you’re luke, then i’m… well, i guess i’m c-3po, which is kind of embarrassing, but i’d follow you to around the galaxy any day.” he'd then think you took offense to being called luke, and find some correlation between the both of you and padme & anakin to make up for it.

꩜ he's an anxious wreck around your parents but tries to win them over with weird trivia facts and nervous rambling. (canon!!!)

꩜ late night phone calls. constantly. he'd ring your phone just to ramble while he sketches another comic, to get you to convince ryan to go on some silly excursion with him, or to just joke around.

꩜ he brags about you to everyone, but in a very seth way. “she’s into, like, these crazy-cool films and beat poetry and has a morally ambiguous favorite villain. I mean, come on.” ryan suffers the most. seth doesn't care.

꩜ he tries to impress you with his skateboard skills and inevitably wipes out. you patch him up while he dramatically insists he’s dying. he is not.

꩜ you're the first person he shows any sketches of his comic books to. he pretends to be all nonchalant, like it's no big deal... it so is!!!

꩜ he’s the biggest sap alive, but he hides it behind sarcasm and pop culture references. unless you catch him off guard. then it's obvious to everyone how lovesick he really is.

꩜ he doodles your name in the margins of his notebook with little hearts and question marks like it’s middle school and he never grew out of crushing that hard. he definitely tried writing your name with his last name once. just to see how it looks.

꩜ he writes you into every comic he draws!!! sometimes it’s obvious (masked heroine with your exact hairstyle and sharp wit), and sometimes it’s a side character who only appears to save the day with a sarcastic one-liner and then vanishes. either way, he swears it’s not technically you.

a/n: hi! i'm soso sorry for literally disappearing </3 i think the like ao3 writers luck caught up to me. . . but i'm back! i know this isn't my usual dale cooper / spencer reid thingys... but it's like no one writes for seth! which is crazy! but anyways, i'm here & i'm working through my asks BUT feel free to send more in :p

[violetsquare111]

ok some highlights of things in the fighting game animations that i absolutely love (from this full moveset video)

purple's upward spin jump KICKS ASS!!!!! their fighting style really matches the series i feel

i'm sorry blue i don't have much to say about your moveset but the portal IS awesome. also the skill to not drop or break that potion? incredible. love that they've got more nimble & crafty type movement than brute force

green is SO extra look at this guy i love him

ok yellow is DEFINITELY my favorite of the set here. oh my god. the creative code moves like they attack with their OWN hex code???? that's so funny??? and the brightness flashbang fhjkdg.. the laptop spin move... oughhh yellow you're so awesome. the movement being negative when moving left and positive when moving right is so fun

also the clumsy movement like the scrambles to catch the laptop after some moves are absolutely adorable i love them i love them

AND SECOND. YELLOW MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE BUT YOU ARE MY SECOND FAVORITE (ha). my goddd i love the drawing attacks so much. a detail i REALLY love in particular is how when some attacks end, they vanish as if they were getting erased by an eraser brush

can we agree to draw sc with boots like this in designs guys... it looks sick....

and like

LMAO

lastly but not leastly RED!! love you red. the animal thing is a really creative way to give red his own visually interesting fight style. these are the animal attacks i was able to catch, i think there's a wolf punch also?

aough. i'm not a fighting game person at all so the final game may not be for me but the animation & design work here is stunning. sound design included!! like these attacks sound so good (shoutouts to egor the sound designer)

[dragonfoxgirl]

THE ORIGINALS

It's midnight and here I am again. Nursing my shoulder injury while looking for Charlastor/RadioBelle fics I haven't read yet.

You know that feeling of opening up your fridge over and over again hoping to magically find something?

It kinda feels like that.... 🤣

I've read pretty much every single classic, every single current popular one. Canon divergents, AUs, Human AUs, Oneshots... and almost everything worth their salt.

I know most of us decided to use our skills for this marvelous brainrotting ship a little over a year ago. But it's now, when I find myself thinking about the first ones. The OGs.

The ones who even with one little pilot and a bunch of lore to have yet to have been canonized made the first pieces of material.

The first drawings, the first fanfictions. I find these old blogs and profiles and I witness their pioneering. Only for them to vanish sometime around 2021. I wonder what happened to them. I wonder if they moved on and have no idea of what they're a part of now. I wonder if someone, someday will remember that sideblog they made about that fleeting interest they had about two characters in a YouTube pilot and they open up their blog, retrieve their password and witness the mountain of reblogs and likes on their 5 year old art.

I wonder if someone will get an alert on their phone while they're brushing their teeth for bed and it's an email about someone subscribing to that old fanfiction they stopped updating years ago.

I wonder if they realize the impact they left. The building blocks they created.

I wonder if it's enough for them to come back. Finish what they started.

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

This gif when you read the section, in this chapter will make sense LMFAOOO

A/N: And we are back again with another chapter! We finally have the long awaited chat between Y/N and Sanji. There may be some flirtation here and there. We also get Boa Hancock in this chapter. All chapters are linked as well down below. Thank you guys for following, replying, reblogging, liking, the fan fic! Now, without further ado lets begin. 

Y/N is an established pirate and a formidable warrior, with the third highest bounty in the Straw Hat crew. She's not just another member; her strength and skills have earned her a respected spot among the crew.

Sanji, our favorite lovesick cook, falls head over heels for Y/N almost immediately. True to his nature, he tries every trick in the book to catch her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to showering her with compliments. On the other hand, Y/N may have a small crush on Sanji, but she’s cautious and focused on her goals as a pirate.

As the story progresses, that small crush gradually blossoms into something more profound, but their journey together won't be easy. With the chaos of the New World looming, the dangers they face will test their bond and loyalty to each other. Will their love be strong enough to survive the trials ahead, or will the perils of their pirate life tear them apart?

Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster filled with angst, action, and a dash of romance. I'm thrilled to take you on this adventure with Y/N, Sanji, and the rest of the Straw Hat crew!

Word Count: 3.9K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 (Here)

Sanji x Reader, OP x Reader, Sanji x Y/N

Chapter 9: United Against the Tide 

Y/N POV..

"Hey, Chopper!" I called out, pointing to a distant plume of smoke rising from the ground. "You see that over there?"

Chopper squinted, his eyes widening. "You don't think that's...?"

"There's no doubt. Let's hurry before it's too late!"

"Right!" Chopper agreed, and his bird companion soared swiftly towards the source of the destruction.

As we neared the smoke, I peered down and spotted three small figures running frantically. "There! It's them!" I exclaimed. "But it looks like the Navy is closing in on the other side."

Just as I was about to draw my sword, I noticed ghostly figures moving toward them. One by one, the marines collapsed, their morale shattered.

"I'm worthless, less than a flea," one of the marines muttered dejectedly.

"Hey Chopper, I’m heading down there. I’ve found them." Without waiting for a response, I leapt off the bird and landed safely on the ground below.

As I approached, I recognized the unmistakable figure of Perona, who was currently calling out Zoro. "The least you could do is be gracious!" she scolded him.

Zoro hesitated, clearly uncomfortable as the truth of how he arrived on the island first came to light.

To the right, I noticed Sanji getting way too close to Perona. His usual suave expression instantly vanished as he pleaded, "Take me!" His giddiness was short-lived, though, as Perona launched another attack, leaving him with his morale in tatters.

"I'm lower than earthworm poop..." Sanji mumbled, staring at the ground in defeat.

I stepped forward, taking in the scene. "Yeah, Zoro, the least you can do is be gracious," I said with a smirk.

Zoro, Luffy, and Perona all turned to face me. The moment Luffy saw me, his face lit up with pure joy.

"Y/N!!!" Luffy yelled, sprinting toward me and wrapping me in a tight hug.

I laughed, jumping up and down with him. "Luffy, how are you, big guy? I’ve missed you so much!" I giggled, overwhelmed with happiness at seeing my crewmate again.

"Alright, you guys, Chopper's here, so let's get out of here," I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. Luffy and Zoro headed up to Chopper without hesitation.

Just as I was about to climb on, I felt a hand grab my wrist, spinning me around. It was Sanji. His usually confident demeanor was replaced by uncertainty as he softly called my name, "Y/N..." His voice trembled as if he feared I might disappear again.

I met his gaze, seeing the worry and heartbreak in his eyes. It tore at me, but I couldn’t let it show. Not now. "Now's not the time, Sanji," I said gently but firmly, my heart clenching as I watched his expression falter. "We’ll have that discussion when we get back to the ship."

He hesitated, his grip on my wrist tightening for a moment as if he wanted to say something more, but he held back. Finally, he released me, a look of quiet resignation on his face. "Alright...," he whispered, his voice barely audible, before nodding and turning away, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

I watched him climb onto the bird with the rest of the crew, his usual lively spirit dulled. My heart ached as I followed, silently vowing that we would talk later, even if it meant reopening wounds that hadn’t fully healed.

As we headed back to the ship, the tension lingered in the air, unspoken words hanging between us, waiting for the right moment to be addressed.

We finally made our way back to the ship, the sight of the Thousand Sunny bringing a sense of relief. As we approached, I waved at the crew, spotting Brook among them. "Brook!" I called out, smiling widely.

Brook, with tears forming in his eye sockets, waved back enthusiastically. "Together again! Oh, I’ve longed for this day!"

But as I glanced around, I noticed Sanji was no longer by my side. My attention was quickly drawn to Chopper’s panicked voice. "He’s hemorrhaging!"

I turned just in time to see Sanji, pale and barely conscious, slowly collapsing into the seawater. With an exasperated sigh, I muttered, "Looks like he hasn’t changed at all," clearly annoyed but concerned nonetheless.

We all finally disembarked from the bird and landed on the ship. Chopper thanked the bird, adding, "Tell everyone in the Birdy Kingdom I said hi!"

Luffy was already distracted, marveling at Franky’s cool new features. As I walked towards the main deck, my eyes fell on a vase containing the flowers Law had gifted me, along with the note. A blush crept onto my cheeks. "These are going in my room," I said, smiling to myself.

Brook, standing next to me, let out a cheerful "Yoohoo! Looks like Sanji picked such beautiful roses!"

I turned to my left and saw Usopp trying to snap Sanji out of his fainted state. "Not one but three beautiful women..." Sanji muttered, still in his daze.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Brook, a teasing tone in my voice. "Actually, these are from Law."

Brook’s jaw dropped, his skeletal mouth agape in shock. At the same moment, Sanji, hearing my words, bolted upright and darted towards the flowers. "That idiot gifted you flowers?!" he exclaimed, his eyes burning with jealousy and rage.

I couldn’t help but smile, nodding as I watched his reaction. "Yep, and I wonder how he knew I loved roses."

Sanji’s eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, I added, "But it wasn’t just the flowers. It was the note that surprised me." I felt a blush rising to my cheeks again, the memory of the note making my heart flutter.

Sanji’s curiosity piqued, and his jealousy only grew. "What did that note say?" he demanded, his tone both anxious and angry.

I glanced at the note still tucked beside the vase, smiling softly. "That’s between me and Law," I teased, enjoying the way Sanji’s face flushed with both frustration and intrigue.

Sanji grumbled, glaring at the flowers as if they were his sworn enemy, while Brook chuckled beside me. "Yoohoo! Love is truly a battlefield, isn’t it?"

I shook my head, still smiling. "Yeah, it sure is," I agreed, feeling a mix of emotions—amusement, affection, and a hint of something more as I thought of Law. 

Just then, a cannonball splashed dangerously close to us, sending waves crashing against the ship. Usopp quickly pulled out his telescope, his voice tinged with urgency. "I see three Navy ships! If we don’t do something now, we’re going to sink!"

I stepped forward, carefully placing the flowers in a safe place. "Let me handle this, guys," I said, determination in my voice as I slowly began to unsheathe my sword. But before I could fully draw it, I noticed something unusual—arrows shot through the air, striking the cannonballs and turning them to stone, which then sank harmlessly into the seawater.

On my far right, I heard someone yell, "Tremor Strike!" and watched in awe as one of the Navy ships was shattered and swallowed by the sea. My eyes widened when I saw King blocking another Marine ship, while another pirate ship which had two snakes with long flowy hair, held off the last one. 

"Now, why is King here?" I muttered under my breath, confusion washing over me. Brook and Nami turned to me with equally puzzled expressions.

"Hancock said she wasn’t coming here," said Luffy, his voice carrying a hint of surprise. Usopp and Sanji turned at the mention of her name, both clearly confused.

"I’ll be right back," I said, making a fist with my left hand. With a powerful jump, I soared into the air and landed softly on King’s ship. As I approached him, I asked, "King? What are you doing here?" I was genuinely confused, thinking he had already left by now.

"You forgot this," King said, handing me my backpack.

"Shit! I must have left it when I got off the dock. Thanks, King!" I said, relieved.

"That backpack also holds a few extra weapons in it. Be sure to open it when you get back on board now!" King added with a knowing smile.

"No way!" I said, grinning widely. "You really packed it with extra weapons? That’s amazing!" 

As I turned to my left, I saw Marine soldiers swooning over the pirates leader, noticing how it was a ship full of women. "Her name is Boa, and those who fall for her turn to stone unless she grants you mercy," King said, his voice carrying a note of respect as he turned back to me.

"She is very pretty," I admitted with a nod. "But I think I’ll be heading back to my crew now." 

With one final hug to King, I clenched my left hand and jumped into the air, heading back to the ship. "Fire! Don’t let her escape! She’s Princess Y/N!" one of the Marines shouted, making me wince at the title. 

As they began firing at me, I finally drew my sword, feeling its weight in my hand. "Hey Zoro!" I yelled in the air. "Check this out!" With a swift motion, I pressed the red gem on the hilt, and immediately, flames erupted around the blade. The bullets fired at me were instantly repelled by the fiery aura surrounding the sword, and I redirected them back at the Marines, setting their ship ablaze.

Zoro watched from the deck, his eyes narrowing as he observed your technique. A slow grin spread across his face as he leaned against the ship’s railing, arms crossed. "That’s not just some ordinary sword," he muttered to himself, his tone laced with both curiosity and a hint of admiration. "You’re full of surprises, Y/N."

"And now, one final blow should do the trick!" I said with a smirk, preparing another technique. I swung the sword in a wide arc, creating a flaming crescent that tore through the air, striking the Marine ship and engulfing it in flames. The ship sank into the sea, consumed by the inferno.

Zoro’s eyes followed the arc of the flaming crescent, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, clearly impressed. As I landed back on the deck, Zoro stepped forward, his voice lower and smoother than usual. "You’ve got some serious skills, Y/N. But I have to ask..." he paused, his gaze locking onto yours with a playful glint, "Are you this hot with everything you touch, or is it just that sword?"

I smirked back at him. "Careful, Zoro. You might get burned if you play with fire."

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving yours. "I think I’ll take my chances."

Luffy’s eyes lit up with excitement as he practically bounced over to me, oblivious to the exchange. "Y/N, that sword is awesome! Let me try it!" he exclaimed, reaching out eagerly.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I held the sword close. "Sorry, Luffy, but no one’s allowed to use this sword but me. It’s...special," I explained, trying to keep a serious tone, though Zoro’s lingering gaze made it difficult.

"Aww, come on! Just one swing!" Luffy pouted, but I remained firm, giving him an apologetic smile.

"No can do, Captain. This one’s off-limits," I said, patting the sword’s hilt. 

Sanji, having witnessed the entire exchange, stormed over with a scowl on his face. His eyes were locked on Zoro, his expression a mix of irritation and jealousy. "Hey, what’s with the flirting, moss-head?" Sanji demanded, his voice sharp.

Zoro raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "Flirting? I was just admiring Y/N’s skills. Besides, it’s not my fault if your cooking isn’t the only thing that’s gotten hot around here."

Sanji’s eyes narrowed. "Oh, really? Well, I don’t see you making any romantic gestures with a sword, do I?"

Zoro smirked. "At least I’m not swooning over every pretty face that comes our way. Someone’s got to keep things interesting."

Sanji’s face turned a shade redder. "Watch it, swordsman. Not everyone’s trying to impress Y/N with their flashy moves."

"You think you’ve got a monopoly on impressing Y/N?" Zoro shot back, a playful challenge in his voice. 

Meanwhile in the Kuja Ship.. 

Hancock watched with seething jealousy as Luffy was clearly impressed by his crew members skills. The Marine soldiers’ reference to her was "Princess" only fueling her rage. Her eyes narrowed as she saw you.

“Granny Gnoy,” Hancock called out, her voice cold and sharp. “Who is that woman?”

Granny Gnoy, busy with the ship’s affairs, looked up with a resigned sigh. “Snake Princess, her name is Y/N. But with her new title from the all-male island, she now goes by Princess Y/N, at least according to her new wanted poster.”

Hancock’s eyes flared with jealousy. “How does she know Luffy?” Her gaze was fixed on Y/N, who was happily interacting with Luffy and the crew, her irritation growing with every moment.

Granny Gnoy sighed, her expression weary. “She’s part of the Straw Hat crew. She has been for some time.”

Hancock’s eyes widened in disbelief. “WHAT!?”

Granny Gnoy nodded, her tone measured. “Yes, she’s been with them for quite a while. It seems Luffy has grown quite close to her.”

Granny Gnoy continued, “Whenever Luffy talked about his crew, he mentions her name often. And every time you hear a female’s name, you become jealous and try to vie for Luffy’s attention. I’ve seen you do it before.”

Hancock’s anger boiled over, her jealousy palpable. She watched as Y/N laughed, throwing her hands up in defense. 

Hancocks Daydream… 

Hancock stood on a grand, ornate stage, her flowing gown billowing around her. Luffy stood at the center, casually leaning against a wall with his trademark grin. The setting was a magnificent palace, reflecting Hancock’s grandeur.

Hancock (voice trembling with passion): “So, you’re choosing those three girls over me? How could you?”

Luffy, with a nonchalant smile, shrugged. “You can’t tie me down, Missy. I’m a bad boy. You’re better off without me.”

Hancock’s eyes widened with a mix of shock and determination. She stepped closer, her voice dripping with desperation.

Hancock: “Tell me, Luffy, what is it about me that you don’t like? I can change. I’ll do anything to make you stay.”

Luffy’s grin softened, but he shook his head, still leaning casually against the wall.

Daydream over…

Hancock clenched her fists, her expression a mix of rage and hurt. The sight of Luffy’s admiration for Y/N and the honorific title she carried ignited a fierce protectiveness in her. She could barely contain her frustration as she muttered to herself, “I won’t let her overshadow me. Luffy is mine.” 

Y/N POV… 

“Alright guys, listen up!” Luffy’s voice rang out with his usual enthusiasm, but there was an edge of sincerity that commanded our attention. Each one of us turned to face him, our expressions reflecting a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

“There’s a lot I want to say, but there’s no time,” Luffy continued, his tone more serious than usual. “What you went through these past two years was selfish of me. I’m sorry for making you wait, and thank you for sticking with me.”

A wave of smiles and knowing glances passed between the crew. His words, though simple, carried the weight of our shared experiences and the trust we had in each other.

As we all absorbed Luffy’s heartfelt apology, the Thousand Sunny began its preparations. The sails were spread out, the ship’s coating was strong and sturdy, and it was clear that we were about to embark on a new adventure.

“LET’S GO!!!” Luffy’s voice erupted with excitement, cutting through the tension. With a cheer from the crew, the ship began its descent, submerging beneath the water’s surface.

I watched with a sense of exhilaration as the world above us faded away, replaced by the vast, mysterious expanse of the underwater world. The Thousand Sunny glided smoothly through the depths, our journey into the unknown officially beginning. 

“Hey, Y/N!” I turned around to see Chopper bouncing over, his eyes wide with curiosity. “Yeah, Chopper?” I responded, my attention shifting to him.

“That backpack,” Chopper continued, “what does it contain?”

“Oh right! I almost forgot about this!” I began opening my backpack with a sense of anticipation. Inside, King had truly kept his word. There were special remedies for injuries to heal faster, a couple of books about the island, and two small blades that made me smile. These were the same blades I’d used for training with King.

Flashback Scene:

I stood in a clearing on the island, the sun casting a warm glow on the training grounds. King, in his authoritative yet encouraging manner, demonstrated the techniques with the small blades.

King: “These blades aren’t just for show. They’ll help you hone your skills and protect yourself in any situation.”

I took the blades, feeling the weight of their significance. The training was intense but rewarding, and each swing of the blade felt like a step towards becoming stronger.

Back to Present:

As I was about to close the backpack, my fingers brushed against something small and unexpected. “Wait, there’s one more thing in here,” I said, pulling out a small box. I opened it carefully, revealing a bracelet with an emblem in the center and the engraving “Warrior” etched into the metal.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I examined the bracelet, a gesture so deeply meaningful it took my breath away. The note inside read:

“Princess, I know that there will be times where you feel not enough, or that you feel like giving up. Just remember you are a warrior, and you are a force to be reckoned with. The emblem is of our island to remind you that we are always there with you and cheering you on. But that’s not all—the bracelet is meant to act as a protective charm. When you touch it, it can break through anything. We will be cheering you on. See you next time. – King”

As I read the note, a mix of emotions overwhelmed me. The thoughtfulness and support from King were more than I could have hoped for. I felt a profound sense of appreciation and a deep connection to the island and its people.

Chopper looked up at me, his large eyes filled with concern. “Why are you crying, Y/N?”

I blinked away the tears, managing a smile. “It’s just… this bracelet means a lot to me.

Just then, I heard Sanji approaching. He cleared his throat and gave me a somewhat hesitant smile. “Y/N, can we talk in the kitchen for a moment?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Well, this is it,” I thought, mentally bracing myself for what was to come. I nodded and followed Sanji to the kitchen, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

Sanji POV… 

“What’s up, Sanji?” Y/N asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment press down on me. Stepping forward, I guided her to the center table and gestured for her to sit. She did, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I… I need to talk about what happened two years ago,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and her breath hitched. “Sanji, I…”

“Before you say anything, just listen,” I said, raising my hand to stop her. “I need you to understand why I did what I did.”

There was a heavy pause as I struggled to find the right words.

“I don’t want you to think that I was toying with you or that when I kissed you and then launched you towards Luffy, it was just for show,” I continued, my voice cracking with emotion. “That was a mistake. What I did… it was born out of desperation and fear. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, especially after seeing you injured and thinking you were gone for good.”

Y/N’s face contorted with pain, her eyes filling with tears. “Sanji, you left me thinking you were dead. I was injured, and I could do nothing but watch as everything fell apart.”

“I know,” I said, my voice choked with guilt. “And I’m so sorry. Seeing you in that state, thinking I might never see you again, drove me insane. It was unbearable to see you hurt and to know that I might never get a chance to make things right.”

Her eyes flashed with anger and sadness. “And on top of that, seeing you with other women, especially when you acted so protective and intense around any guy that shows interest in me. It made me feel even worse, like I was nothing.”

“I understand,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It drove me mad to see anyone else around you, especially when I knew how much I care about you. Every time I saw any guy close to you, it was like a knife to my heart. I realized just how much I needed to prove to you that I could be the one who truly cherishes you.”

I reached for her hand, my fingers trembling as I took it in mine. “I’m asking for a chance to show you that I can treat you the way you deserve. To show you that I truly care about you, and that you mean everything to me. I know I made mistakes, but I want to make it right.”

Y/N looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. I could see the conflict within her, the struggle to reconcile her feelings with the pain of the past.

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” I continued, my voice steadying with resolve. “But I need you to know how deeply I feel for you. Please, give me a chance to prove myself.”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with mine. Then, with a sigh, she nodded. “Okay, Sanji. Show me.”

With a surge of hope and passion, I leaned in, cupping her face gently in my hands. Our lips met in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, filled with all the emotions that had been building up over the years. It was a kiss that spoke of regret, longing, and a fierce determination to make things right.

As our lips moved together, the kiss grew more intense, a steamy promise of the feelings we both harbored. I could feel her response, the way she melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to my shoulders. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, caught in the moment.

When we finally broke apart, our breaths mingling, I looked into her eyes, hoping that the kiss had conveyed everything I couldn’t put into words. “Thank you for giving me this chance,” I said softly, my heart pounding.

Y/N smiled, her eyes still glistening with tears, but a hint of warmth and affection shining through. “Let’s see where this goes, Sanji. But don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten everything.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I said, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “I’ll prove to you that I’m worth the chance you’re giving me. I promise.”

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.. THAT ENDING THO!!! IT'S GETTING A BIT STEAMY IN HERE!!! Now, when I wrote this ending I had two versions, but I went with this one because the other version (hehehe) Imma save that one for what's to come in the later chapters. Will Sanji keep his promise, or will he prove to Y/N that love between you too will be harder. Also Sanji Jealous really adds to the whole theme. Since he is enamored and any man that he feels is a threat it's game over. Now, for this next chapter we are going to skip fishman island, and move straight to Punkhazard. We are going to get a recap of what happened in Fishman Island tho. Can't wait for you guys to read chapter 10 and maybe 11.

[sesamenom]

opened my old art/comic ideas note for inspiration and wow there's so much in here

gil galad delayed his choice because he was already king when mandos asked (maybe dior did the same thing) so most people didnt even know he was peredhel until he died and his fea just completely vanished e&e, cirdan, galadriel, and tyelpe are the only ones who know, and none of them know what choice he made

peredhel galad!

just realized that bilbo's knowledge of 'how to talk to dragons' in conversation w smaug is probably bc of turin's famously disastrous conversation with a dragon

headcanon: TA galadriel actually doesn't like having particularly long hair but it would literally cause an entire International Diplomatic Conflict and probably start a minor war if she cut it. the moment she gets to valinor and is no longer a major world leader she immediately does a full Luthien Haircut.

celegorm reembodiment blood necklace

this is inspired by this one necklace i saw that looks like a stylistic blood slash

at this rate we're going to have more gils than oncelers

(from when we had about half as many gils as we do now)

between arwen's goth phase (why should I fear the gift of Death) and elrohir's feanorian phase (I will punch Death in the face and set myself on fire before I let Pauron walk free), plus elladan being dramatically along for the ride, 200-300SA was one of the most terrifying centuries of sauron's life

on finwean/house of elrond teenage dramatics (the P is because i didn't have a thorn on hand lol)

the Arm Cross and Disapproving Glare were miriel's originally feanor happened to have a lot more opportunities to use it though

elrond the common law maia

vigorous spring to fading autumn

this is a rare thranduil thought

guardians of the galaxy doors of night crew! arien, tilion, earendil, elwing, kuvion, eonwe

pdcc swap au

this is from the wwelves swap au that was going around a few months ago

melian is the maia of love / elrond is the newly declared baby maia of family

would you go to supermarket with arms. nothing else is wrong with it it just has little arms

'and not even the echo of your lamentations will pass over the mountains' cut to mandos glaring at maglor maglor: cat face :]

this is hilarious why did i not draw this already

sobbing into one of tyelkos 37 random fur pelt capes

who is doing the sobbing

maglor: you look like somethinc celegorm dragged in. after getting stepped on by a balrog. also is that nelyo??

no clue on the context here unfortunately, because this sounds very fun to draw

High King Lomion Irission of the Noldor King Tyelperinquar Curufinwe of Eregion / King Consort of the Noldor Crown Prince Ereinion Et Cetera

reverse gondolin au! i promise i am still working on it, i've just been fighting with one really stubborn piece for six months ;-;

maglor has all the sewing skills expected of any artistically inclined grandchild of miriel daeron is actually miriel-level particularly with weaving together they can probably make depression maglor a new wardrobe in like a week also maglor spent the past four-ish Ages (he got out of his depression hole somewhere close to the fall of rome)perfecting Every Craft

this is from maglorath i think

'red enough to start a war' as a common SA/early-mid TA saying sometimes used literally for hair color (particularly suspiciously copper brunettes) mostly used metaphorically re: feanorian actions (often regarding elrond, ie "nearly red enough to start a war, what with all the kinslayers he's been sheltering"

maglor: crying screaming throwing up (continuing to murder small children)

regarding maglor being the one to openly acknowledge the tragedies while continuing to perpetuate them

mirkwood party species swap murdoc elinyel bodyswap ??

for nelyo :)

maglor bonding w mongolian easterlings over horse

based on an old headcanon that bor's house is ancient mongolian

'where was gondor when the westfold fell' dying of plague, next question

annatar going around looking for people elrond: get thee gone- annatar: ?!?! faints from shock

mae beating up dracula his first solution is diplomacy and his second is violence and is overall far less inclined towards politeness than jonathan which happens to be an excellent choice against dracula

from the mae dracula au

the high king regent/noldolante era music must have been incredible (obviously the noldolante would naturally overshadow literally anything else) but like. his grandfather died, his parents divorced, his mom left, his family invented several new crimes, he swore the Oath, he possibly got divorced himself, his dad died, his brother (presumably) died, and he got stuck with the kingship all within like. ten years thats like an entire album worth of lament

please don't fistfight morgoth

i have no clue who this is about but this is incredible and probably applies to any of the finweans

elrond preferred nouns

regarding the nature of peredhel as their own secret third thing

legolas: AAAAAAA gimli: aaaaa aragorn: i'm gonna fight it!! boromir: ok i'll help! gandalf: youre all idiots :/

(gandalfs-eye-view of khazad dum)

so you know the whole numenorean law about only marrying in the line of elros (btw its super funny that the whole law was explicitly because of aldarion and erendis' disastrous marriage). did anyone then even consider the possibility of marrying in the line of elrond. are all the ancient numenorean politicians hanging around the Halls watching aragorn and arwens wedding like !!!!!

pippin's son Faramir I must have been so incredibly tall (for a hobbit) like. he's a took obviously, and also like 4'6"+ and then his wife Diamond is diamond of long cleeve aka at least some part north-took. which makes her a descendant of Bandobras

imagine ringbearer-bilbo going on the Quest. like for all that he complains he is actually very good at the whole adventuring thing. he literally killed/fought off the spiders descended from spawns of ungoliant, rescued thirteen dwarves from thranduil oropherion who has no doubt been dealing with political prisoners for actual milennia, and managed to escape fully intact and only mildly disturbed from a conversation with a dragon. he'd get to mordor and finrod his way to barad dur with the power of limericks and rock-throwing.

ringbearer-bilbo in mordor, holding the phial of galadriel: earendil was a mariner that tarried in arvenien! he built a boat of silver felled in nimbrethil to sail in! sounds of violence ringbearer-bilbo meeting shelob: insert the attercop song

because the thing is, bilbo spends a great deal of his adventure terrified. but he is also incredibly skilled at, despite the fear, walking up to gigantic evil creatures and subtly challenging their manners into letting him go. he also knows a lot of history to draw from, hence the whole smaug convo.

glorfindel, gil, and elrond all travel east. the fellowship goes unnoticed when sandwiched between the armies of Lindon and Imladris.

more reverse gondolin!

prince elrond @ ar-pharazon: If thou wouldst deny the Gift of Men that Eru has granted upon thee, if thou wouldst truly seek to dismantle all that your forefathers have built, then thou art no nephew of mine. Tar-Miriel shall be Queen as is her right, and thou traitorous creature of Morgoth, I bid thee find a new home, if a single city shall accept thee after thy reign of cruelty and tyranny. Depart now from the land of my brother!

prince elrond @ castamir : we are all hybrids. that's literally our thing. peredhel? remember?

Lomion was an elven-king of him the harpers sadly sing the last whose realm was fair and free between the Mountains and the Sea His bow was strong, his sword was keen his shining Ring afar was seen; the countless stars of heaven's skies were mirrored in his silver eyes.

shared injuries soulmate au finwe/miriel feanor is an orphan now whoops feanerdanel nerdanel in valinor: randomly combusts beren and luthien survived! (literally the only couple to survive) russingon fingon(on the ice): falls over dead turleg stabby stabby yeah. tying two peoples' deaths together when both of them are very death-prone is a Terrible Decision

regarding a post about how a shared injuries soulmate au doesn't really work in silm-context because everybody would just be dead

okay but like. what did celegorm think was going to happen when he kidnapped luthien. the options are either a) she beats them up and escapes by herself b) melian beats them up and rescues her or c) thingol declares war, beats them up, and rescues her like. given who she is and who her family is there is zero way celegorm is getting out of that intact.

these are all so good what

[aliferous-ly]

Sometimes Tango sees gold. He's deep in the Warden's den, so surely everything is soaked in blue and green.

Prussian blue. DePrussian blue. Like depression. Eh? Good one, right?

Tango sighs. The gold only flits in the corner of his vision and he's tired, he's endlessly tired but he can't leave until he's done. It's already been so long. He's stuck making shitty jokes to haunted faces that would sooner blastificate his face off than laugh.

But the gold. It's like stardust on his tongue. Memories of hellfire. Gorgeous gilded blackstone, the stuff from his days as a blazeling. No, more like dandelions, like sunbeams through forest branches.

Tango sticks his tongue out in concentration, hopping between crackling soulfires. Navigating his own maze requires skill! Skill that he doesn't always have, admittedly.

Releasing a quiet sigh of relief, Tango approaches an unfinished pillar. He twirls his pickaxe and gets to work. Shulker boxes surround him in short order.

So focused on his work, he misses the gold. He misses the yellow, the soft, the scorching, but it draws near all the same, getting closer and closer-

"Ah! Ow, ow, ow, ow," a voice yelps.

Tango screams, fumbling with his pickaxe and building blocks. Both fall to the ground as Tango whirls, nobody's supposed to be here, especially not-

"Jimmy?"

Jimmy sadly stomps his wing out. Black marks mar the feathers, ugly soot staining the gold. "Hi, Tango."

"What are you... How are you here? What are you doing here? You're - you're on Hermitcraft!" Tango gapes.

"Oh, um, crossover event?" Jimmy tries.

"I didn't think there was one of those right now," Tango says. He roots around in his many pockets, making a small happy noise when he finds his comm. He boots it up and peers at the list of people online.

Strangely, Jimmy's the only non-hermit. Tango scrolls through a few lines of Jimmy-Skizz banter, then sees Grian's message of a simple, "join vc".

"Grian got you on?" Tango says, still mystified.

"No, it was more of a group - Tango, quit distracting me! I trudged through all this - this hullabaloo to see you!" Jimmy punctuates this with hands placed determinedly on hips, expression set to a hopeful scowl.

Tango can't make heads or tails of it. It might have to do with the several shots of espresso coursing through his system. Or the lack of sleep. Or the concentration-fatigue, or the way his eyes have been going crossed when he peers at redstone wiring. Any number of reasons, really.

"...why?" Tango finally asks.

This stumps Jimmy. He blinks a few times and furrows his eyebrows. "Why? What d'you mean why? You're my rancher, that's why!"

Well, that's true. Tango nods. Then he paused, frowns, and shakes his head. "Wait, you can't be down here! Spoilers, Jimmy, spoilers!"

Jimmy snaps his fingers. "I'm not a hermit! And I'm certainly going to watch the videos when hermits release them. I won't spill!"

"I guess..."

"But anyway, let's get out of here. It's so stuffy and - fiery," Jimmy says. He flutters his burnt wing helpfully.

Tango wilts. His desire to see Jimmy and guilt at causing him harm wars with his ever-present need to keep working. "I'm busy, Jim. Gotta keep working. It's already been so long, the hermits are getting antsy..."

Jimmy invades his space and as the cavern trickles to silence, he wraps his arms and wings around him.

Tango's always been weak for him. He exhales. Any scrap of energy still clinging to his worn-out body vanishes, and he rocks further into Jimmy's hold.

To his credit, Jimmy just makes a small noise and adjusts so he can support his weight.

"Come on, then," Jimmy says softly. He runs his fingers through his hair. "Let's go take a rest, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay," Tango breathes. He closes his eyes and sinks into Jimmy's warmth. It's rather terrible of his fellow hermits, he thinks absentmindedly. Using his rancher for such nefarious means.

But now the glimpses of gold haunt him no longer. His precious yellow fills Tango's vision, covering him in head to toe with deep contentment.

His rancher. His rancher. Tango smiles, and everything glitters.

[fruiitlins]

your observational drawings are amazing, you have a really great eye and control of ur linework... do you have any advice you would give to people wanting to improve their observational drawing skills? :o

ahh thank you so much!!!! surprised to gegt an ask on tumblr about this haha i never post my observationals here

quickest tips: - use pens! get used to permanent strokes - slow down!! my observational drawings take at least an hour minimum, don't feel the need to rush into putting things on the page - negative space! observe how the objects/scene in front of you is arranged, don't think of them as things, but rather shapes, and keep checking angles of where there are intersecting objects; it's a little hard to describe sorry if it doesnt make sense T_T - keep perspective in mind! i don't use pencil under my sketch so i tried to train myself to have an imaginary perspective grid; lines will always converge to a vanishing point - try to lift up your pen as little as possible; this forces you to make decisions in how you place your lines and helps with preventing "scratchy" marks. basically helping your line economy if that makes sense

that's what comes to mind first when it comes to observational drawing.... but definitely take it with a grain of salt lol this is just how i've been trained... my teachers prioritized accuracy over style. i would take a look at other artists who do observational sketches and draw inspiration from how they approach it! some of my favorite sketchers are christian schellewald and yuichiro tanabe, i love line-based drawings so i tend to lean heavily into that rather than values or cross-hatching

i hope this was helpful!! if you have any other questions feel free to reach out ^_^ tysm for the ask!

[breoff]

UMMM can I ask you about your personal headcanons about Geoff. like just any headcanons whether its out of character or not....hehehe

YESS here! tell me if you like them or not ^_^ ill try to make this organised as possible

Also I know you only asked for hcs but Im going to use this ask to insert my Geoff self-redesign as well

bsbsbsbs

Basic info + Design changes

- Geoff’s pansexual if you can’t tell by those stars. But he can also go by unlabelled since I think he’d be kind of lazy to dive into allat sexuality complicated stuff (me fr)

Some design changes; his jacket is supposed to be a confetti-like pattern cause he loves parties and its adorable ^_^ sunglasses and he should def have flowy hair that’s somewhat messy for a surfer look

ALSO. I STAND FOR LONG HAIR GEOFF I WANNA PUT MY FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR GRAHH

I love his confidence but GET HIM A SHIRT.. I wouldnt mind seeing his abs for some scenes thogugh DROOLS but wear it pslspps.

He wears bracelets, one of them has shapes with stars to match with his friends and for fashion :D I didnt draw it, but its supposed to be there on a close-up

He’s tanned? He goes out to the beach, a LOT. Thought it was a nice touch

Background/Family

Geoff’s family is wealthy af!!, he lives on those hills and a large sum of their money comes from his father. His father is a well-paid talkshow host, which is kinda the cause of Geoff’s extroverted nature and high reputation. In TDA/TDWT aftermath, I imagined him to be following his father steps. It’s like a Father-like-son dynamic, y’know :-9 I have an oc of his father, if you ever wanna see that

With (canonically) so many siblings, Geoff’s parents regularly get tired but thanks to Geoff for being a great older brother to all of em, he’s usually the one managing the kids. -> He loves playing with kids, i hc that strongly. He’d be such a fun dad and brother ..,

Gulp as in I also have a brother oc for Geoff. Oh my god I wanna show you his family I designed 😞

Although they’re rich, Geoff still picks up voluntary jobs. His favourite was working in a surfer’s shack for a short while LOL. He’s doing this because he doesn’t want to make himself look too reliant on his father’s money, and partially because he likes to experience many different things.

Miscellaneous

- As compared to Brody and Bridgette, Geoff still can be quite clumsy when he’s attempting to surf. Surfing isn’t his best skill, however playing football is! He’s a literal quarterback for it in his school. But he’s more quiet on his status in football and he’s hoping to be more recognised as a person who’s better at surf

- Oh other than football and surfing, Geoff LOVES volleyball. He plays it so damn much on the beach.

- This is a random thing to put but he wouldn’t hesitate to cross dress. HAHA, princess Geoffrey..

- Geoff can be VERY petty at times. Using Alejandro as an example, if you asked him a question about him, he’d say he doesn’t care much and he has already dropped all of his grudges long ago but it clearly looks like he’s done barely either of em

- Sort of two-faced. Er, also slightly passive-aggressive. I got this hc from combining how he acted in aftermaths and outside of it. Like dude, in aftermath I think everyone can agree it feels like a Geoff with zero empathic feel. So uhm, put together, you’d get a Geoff that can be comforting but also an absolute jerk.

- More on Geoff being a jerk, he’s insanely dismissive. He’ll look so attentive when you vent to him, but if you’re just only an acquaintance or a normal friend he sees from time to time, he’ll brush it off after you’re done and forget your name. xD

- Geoff doesn’t know a lot of names. He has a huge social circle but he only has little friends he willingly wants to get close with. (Surprisingly)

- Very disconnected from the internet. Yeah, he has that social media life, but he’s that guy that only posts pictures with a super short caption before he vanishes for months. He doesn’t know what the word, ‘silly’ is or what ‘skibidi’ is and he doesn’t plan to find out. He also gets super frustrated if he hears the word too much, wishing people would just talk NORMALLY for once 🥀🥀

He is. very pissed about the future. Sorta. Everyone in this generation is somewhat chronically online I think, and if you’re one of them, Geoff would GREATLY hope that you put your phone away and bring you out on as many hangouts just to get you out of your house

- Chronic alcoholic.. sad hc, but I can def see Geoff drinking a lot. I hc this drinking problem to start way younger when he was around 16-17. He thought it was a badass thing to do, but sadly he hasn’t outgrown his obsession ever since

- He’s affectionate, but he’s even MORE affectionate when he’s drunk. When he’s a lil dizzy he’ll start saying a buncha things like “brah I love you!!” and give you endless tight hugs

- He enjoys those pet widget games. Idk if you know what I’m talking about but it’s those adorable mobile apps that gives you a pet (e.g a cat) to take care of everyday and he’s now raising one with Brody

He’s also emotionally invested in these virtual pet games and tends to forget they’re not real. He def does reminders on his pet a lot like “Bro, did you feed our cat today :(“

I have way more than you think but those are probably too hard to understand and my headcannons for him are all over the place

I’ll come back to this when I can add more, I love talking about him >_<

[cursed-candlehop]

So remember that first meeting emmrook fic snippet from (checks watch) ... yesterday?

I got ~inspired~ so I jumped ahead, switched POV for a second, and wrote a little mishap during that final fight in the bell tower that ends... entirely too softly, lmao.

(bonus context: this is after Emmrich made the mistake of praising Rook's fighting skills earlier whereupon Rook, suddenly distracted by realizing some things about himself and praise, promptly fell down a flight of stairs. Poor guy's leaving a heckuva first impression...)

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Emmrich could feel the blood drain from his face — there lay Rook, flat on his back with one arm outstretched above his head, his hand vanishing under a toppled statue. Emmrich could only guess how much one of these colossi might weigh, but he knew it was more than enough to turn the young elf's hand into unrecognizable pulp.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Rook hollered over, but his voice sounded strained. "At least I don't think it is. Can't get my hand free, though."

He squirmed, as if to demonstrate, and Emmrich couldn't help but grimace. If he'd broken anything...

"Just hold still, Rook," he shouted back and took off at a jog, "we're on our way."

He could hear Bellara run along slightly behind him.

Moments later, he knelt down on the floor next to Rook, taking stock of the situation. The young elf was breathing fast and trembling slightly, but given the sheen of sweat plastering his thick brown hair to his forehead, Emmrich assumed that was merely due to extertion. Rook's gaze, meanwhile, was calm and lucid, those bright, whiskey-brown eyes mustering Emmrich just as carefully as he was examining the elf.

"I think," Rook said into the tense silence, "the pedestal and shoulder of the thing caught most of its weight and there's just enough on my hand to pin it." A quiet, sharp gasp nestled in between soft, fast breaths.

"You're in pain," Emmrich noted and carefully pulled back Rook's sleeve on his pinned hand, trying to assess the damage as best he could.

"My hand hurts a little," Rook reluctantly volunteered, "and my shoulder's starting to cramp. Definitely been more comfortable in my life, but it's not... bone-crushing pain or anything. Just... real uncomfortable."

"How long have you been stuck like this?" Emmrich asked, extending his examination to the statue, trying to figure out if it was in one piece and safe to move.

"'Bout since I caught the rage demon's attention?" Rook replied. "Thankfully, the bell rang just when things started to get really dicey."

So, at least a minute or two during an active fight, maybe another minute afterward. An eternity, under the circumstances.

"I'm sorry, Rook, one of us should have noticed..."

"That's on me," the elf replied, just a little sheepishly, "I was trying not to draw attention to myself because I couldn't see how you were doing and didn't want to risk the demons taking advantage before you two managed to get here..."

That wasn't a choice Emmrich would've made, personally, but there was a certain logic to it at least.

"Bellara," he said, having judged the statue stable enough to move without losing any major chunks, "can you use your magic to lift the statue slightly? We don't need much, just enough to pull Rook free. And, Rook, don't move your hand until I've had a look at it, yes?"

"Alright," Rook said.

Bellara just hummed affirmatively. "Ready?" she asked.

"Ready," Emmrich and Rook confirmed.

The statue shifted, and Emmrich grabbed Rook and pulled him clear. With some maneuvering, he managed to lean the younger man against the stone banister encircling the central basin of the bell tower, and then reached over and carefully took his slender hand, keeping it steady and safe from further jostling. Somewhere at the edges of his perception, the statue shifted back down, and Bellara flitted over to the other side of the banister, leaning over it so she could observe everything from above.

Rook, meanwhile, had gotten his breathing under control and was now sitting very still, his eyes fixed on his hand like he needed to make sure it was still, in fact, attached. Which it was, and nothing looked obviously broken, but Emmrich's practiced eye could already see a few spots that would surely turn into an impressive collection of quite painful bruises before long. Besides, this didn't yet rule out less obvious fractures.

"I'm going to check if there are any small fractures," he informed Rook. "Tell me if anything hurts."

A quick, searching glance from under thick, long lashes (maker, the man's pretty, Emmrich thought idly before stopping that train of thought right in its tracks), and then Rook nodded quietly and Emmrich set to work — carefully feeling along each of the elf's delicate bones for less obvious misalignments and otherwise painful spots. Rook remained quiet, even as Emmrich could occasionally feel him flinch under his gentle touch.

"I asked you to tell me if something hurt," he gently remarked after a few flinches.

"This is barely discomfort, there's a difference," Rook replied, undaunted. Emmrich didn't try to argue with him — for now, anyway. For all the young elf's cheerful smiles and amicable demeanor, he got the distinct impression that any genuine trust would be a hard-earned, precious thing.

"Well, for what it's worth," he said finally, "so far I haven't found any obvious fractures. Would you mind trying to move your fingers for me?"

Rook did as he'd asked, but he did it without removing his wrist from Emmrich's gently steadying hold, which was a little unexpected. His movements were a little shaky, a little hesitant, but looked fluid and natural otherwise, with a nearly full range of motion. A good sign.

"Doesn't feel great," Rook admitted, "but it also doesn't feel broken."

"Agreed," Emmrich said. "I could work some healing magic, if you'd like."

"You can do that?"

"Within the usual confines of healing magic, yes," he explained. "I'm not a spirit healer —" not supposed to be, anyway "— but I do have some healing spells at my disposal. They're one of my specialties, if I do say so myself. You'd likely still feel sore for a while, but I can do something about the swelling at least."

"I'd appreciate it," Rook said, his tone a quiet admission that, for all his bravado, his hand probably really did hurt.

Emmrich gently covered Rook's hand with his, closed his eyes, focused, and reached for the energies of the fade, gently threaded it through damaged blood vessels and the swelling surrounding them. It took focus and a gentle touch, but he'd always relished in the work, even if his life had never taken him on a healer's path.

Several long, long moments later, he let the energies dissipate, and opened his eyes.

Rook was looking straight at him, his expression strangely unguarded, the slightest of smiles on those graceful lips.

"You really are exceptionally good at this," the elf said softly, gently removing his hand from Emmrich's loose hold and experimentally wiggling his fingers.

"Are you—" Emmrich began, but his voice cracked, genuinely surprising him. He hastily cleared his throat. "I mean, are you... hurt anywhere else?"

The tender moment popped like a soap bubble — gently, almost, but it was gone either way.

"No," Rook said. "No, I'm... I'm fine, thank you."

Given the young elf's earlier mishap, Emmrich seriously doubted that — but there'd been something so vulnerable about that moment just then, and he feared that, if he pushed Rook too far, he'd lose any opportunity to see the elf that unguarded again.

It wasn't his place to want to see Rook like that again.

Maker help him, he really wanted to see him like that again.

[ageingfangirl2]

A Little Goes A Long Way! Buggy (OPLA)

SMUT! A week has passed since a drunken encounter between you and your captain occurred and he's all you have on your mind, little do you know your captain feels the same way. Buggy x Reader (Female)

Part 2

Y/N

It had been a week since you'd gotten drunk with the crew after a successful raid that came with a lot of treasure. It had been a week since you drunkenly told your captain that you wanted him to fuck you and that you craved him, and the captain followed through fucking you beneath the deck. It had been a week since he left dark hickeys on your inner thighs, chest and neck that had only started to fade recently. It had been a week since your last interaction, and you weren't sure if he regretted that night because his orders came from other crew members.

There was one thing you were sure of and that was that you couldn't get him off your mind. He was like a drug and you were addicted. Maybe you'd been at sea too long and needed a release. You would fool around when you docked in a port with random guys, but the captain made those guys seem like boys and sex wouldn't be the same unless it was with him.

You weren't the only female crew member, but you'd been around the longest. Of course, Buggy had screwed them, and they had stories to tell that only piqued your interest. Alvida was the only one who didn't have an interest in him that way. The other crew were more feminine than you, but you could draw an eye or two, choosing to make men come to you and not the other way around. But here you were debating going to Buggy and begging for round two.

'y/n can you do me a favour?' Alvida asks, popping her head around the kitchen door.

You stop chopping vegetables and face her smiling, the two of you got along really well since she joined, 'Anything for you Alvida.'

She winks at you, 'I was asked to gather intel on our next target from a guy in town. Can you deliver it to the captain please, I'm going back into town.'

she slaps some documents down on a barrel and you roll your eyes, 'Of course, go get laid.'

She blows you a kiss, 'See you tomorrow beautiful, don't do anything I wouldn't do.'

You laugh at her antics as she vanishes. You finish chopping the vegetables before picking up the documents. It looked like you had an excuse to see Buggy, you just weren't sure what was going to happen.

BUGGY

Running a ship was hard work. Yes, we had a success last week but now we need to move on to the next target. Alvida should have something for me, though I wasn't quite sure where the damn woman was. Working also got my mind off y/n of all people. They'd been on the crew for a couple of years, mainly helping in the kitchen and showing impressive knife skills in shows. They put up with my rants, and flirting and took punishments like a champ. I never once pursued them, unlike other female crew members out of respect. So imagine my surprise when a week ago when they were drunk they came up to me and said they wanted to fuck and had been thinking about me for a while.

I'm a man and gave into my carnal desires, taking y/n in the shadows, pounding into them as they begged for more. I left marks all over their body, and they were beautiful in the light of day when they weren't covered. But for a week now I'd been ignoring them, assuming that once sober they had regrets.

'Captain can I come in?' y/n calls out, knocking on the door.

Well, this would be interesting. I take a deep breath, 'come in.'

y/n walks in smiling, they are always a happy person, and this makes it hard to read them, 'Alvida's a little busy and asked me to deliver this intel.'

y/n puts the folder on the desk but doesn't immediately leave. I sit back in my chair and smirk, 'something else on your mind?'

y/n closes their eyes and takes a deep breath before pointing an accusing finger my way, 'I'm all over the place and it's your fault.'

My smirk reaches my ears and I chuckle, 'Mmm, it's not all on me, you know y/n,' I say teasingly, 'I was minding my own business having a couple of drinks when you came onto me. Been thinking about me all week have you?'

y/n opens their eyes and a blush gives them away. I detach a hand and use it to pull them towards me, forcing them onto my lap which they straddle without any further prompting.

I unbutton their shorts and slip my fingers inside, shocked to find them not wearing any underwear, 'dirty girl.'

y/n bites their lip, 'I need to do laundry, this wasn't planned.'

I nod along, mischief in my eyes, 'You didn't lock the door. Do you want someone to walk in on us?'

This wasn't my first rodeo, I knew exactly where to touch, rub, pinch and how much pressure to apply to the clit to get certain responses. y/n was putty in my hands whimpering and trying to keep control, but this was my fight to win.

I lick my lips, 'answer me. Do you want to get caught with your captain? Do you want the crew to think you're another whore for my dick?'

y/n's whimpers were enough to get me hard, but they still kept eye contact which was hot, '...maybe...right now...I want you inside me...'

I don't give any warning before I move away from the clit and thrust two fingers inside their tight warm cunt, 'BUGGY!' they squeal loudly, and squirm on my lap.

'Tell me what you want,' I whisper, voice low, and y/n shudders beneath me.

'...faster...please...' they beg and a moan slips out.

I add a third finger and quicken the pace. Beads of sweat form on y/n's forehead as they come undone around me. y/n bucks their hips and grinds against me, 'FUCK!' I exclaim as y/n starts fucking themselves on my fingers matching my pace.

if anyone walked past my quarters right now all they'd hear were y/n's moans, 'You really are a dirty girl. So desperate and needy, I should have fucked you sooner,' I laugh.

With one more forceful thrust from me y/n cums on my fingers still inside them. They breathe heavily coming down from their high, the blissful look in their eyes turning me on even more, '...fuck...Buggy...'

I remove my slick fingers and bring them to my lips, licking them clean, 'so sweet. I didn't have to do much, you fucked yourself and it was hot.'

y/n's face turns a darker shade of red before they bury it in my chest in embarrassment at their slutty actions. I can't contain my laughter as I hold them against me and kiss the top of their head, 'next time I'm going to watch you finger fuck yourself y/n. You're captain's dirty girl now.

[mycadences]

If I'm reading a romance book set in a world with soulmates, I want my main couple to be fated soulmates instead of the FL having another destined soulmate and the ML potentially finding his soulmate fifty years down the line.

If I'm reading a romance book where the ML can control sentient shadows, I want his shadows to interact with the FL and be curious about her rather than skittering back from her and vanishing whenever she is around.

If I'm reading a romance book where the FL likes gardening, socializing, expresses interest in traveling and abhors violence, I would like the ML to complement her in both interests and values.

If I'm reading a romance book where the ML likes singing, is competitive, has to fight often and struggles with self-worth issues, I would similarly like the FL to complement him in both interests and values.

If I'm reading a romance book I would preferably like the ML to look at the FL with admiration and quiet encouragement instead of pity.

If I'm reading a romance book where the FL explicitly says she is not a child to be fought over, I would like the ML to respect her wishes and autonomy instead of going behind her back to express interest and satisfaction in killing her other suitors.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML has to give a gift to the FL, I would like him to choose a thoughtful present related to her passion instead of dreading the action and being relieved when he doesn't have to do it.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML is in a situation where someone has to stay behind to guard the FL, I would like him to volunteer to do it instead of drawing lots with his brother and being happy when he isn't chosen.

If I'm reading a romance book and the FL is in a dangerous situation that the ML cannot directly intervene in, I would like him to express trust in her abilities and skills to get herself out of it.

If I'm reading a romance book I would like the ML to be so smitten with the FL that in his eyes, she is the most beautiful female he has ever seen.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML is asked about his future with the FL, I would like him NOT to reply that he has not thought about her beyond sexual fantasies.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML is ordered by his supervisor to stay away from the FL, I would like to say "fuck it" and disobey the order anyway instead of obliging.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML and FL are about to kiss but they get interrupted, I would like him NOT to call it a mistake.

If I'm reading a romance book in a fantasy world with elemental powers and the FL says she needs sunshine after a traumatic ordeal, I would think that the ML is more likely to be someone related to the sun, light and day.

If I'm reading a romance book and the FL is portrayed as more traditionally feminine and gentle and kind but with hidden layers to her character, I would like the ML NOT to be someone who will coddle her and protect her, but someone who can challenge her and get her to bare her fangs, who may be the only person she is standoffish toward in the story.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML ends his first and only POV chapter thinking of how someone's eyes might light up at receiving his gift and how her happiness brings a smile on his face, I would naturally assume that this person is the FL.

If I'm reading a romance book then I want chemistry between our main leads, and the most convincing method is to show a conversation between the ML and FL where they exchange banter and preferably share a similar sense of humor.

MOST IMPORTANTLY: If I'm reading a romance book I want to see organic tension and growth between our main leads and their relationship blossom ON PAGE, so it should start with the ML and FL NOT having any romantic feelings for each other yet or in a position where they are at odds with each other.

If I'm reading a romance book and the bulk of the ML and FL's interactions have ALREADY occurred mostly off-page so we have missed their entire relationship growth, I would close the book and chuck it aside for a real romance book.

Just take out the characters' names and put in "ML" and "FL", and I think things become quite blatantly clear. I think what a lot of people are forgetting is that ACOTAR is marketed as a ROMANCE fantasy.

[swanlakex]

Chapter two: le plaidoyer

Thwap! The sheets and linens sing as you pluck them from the clothesline. It’s a sunny day, the wind blowing through the French countryside, the sun is singing down on you, illuminating your dress and the way your hair dances against the wind. It’s beautiful out- but you seem to be locked inside of your own world of worry.

“It’s been long, Princess. I don’t think we can afford to wait much longer,” Esme advises as she folds laundry, placing it in a woven basket. “What about that soldier boy? He was handsome!”

You huff as you sit down on the grass, lost in thought. “Sure, he was handsome- but so distant. I didn’t even get a word in before he just vanished.” Esme just shrugs, “He might just be your best option, m’lady..”

You know she’s right, and you hate it. You shake your head. “I just don’t want to leave my family, my people, and everything I know to a man that cares more for a game of cricket than I. I cannot. I won’t do it.”

Esme stands over you, her fingers gliding through your hair. She’s done this since you were a child. “The best thing a girl can be in this world is a fool. A beautiful, lovely, fool.” She says emphatically. You know, again, that she is right.

“Your highness, a letter for you.” A servant says outside the door, as you were brushing up on your piano. You weren’t the most musically inclined, yet you tried to always be skilled in your livelihoods. You open the door, take the letter, and thank the maid as you walk back to the grand piano.

Unto Her Royal Highness, Princess Y/N of France,

May it please your highness,

General Commander Skywalker requests the princess’ attendance to a ball, celebrating his latest victory in the Battle of Sussex. It will be hosted at his palace, the twentieth of this month, at dusk.

-The Private Secretary of General Commander Skywalker

You scoff at the letter. He wouldn’t even write to you personally. How absurd of him, you think. Just then, your mother creeps in. “I heard you playing, dear. Why’d you stop?-“ She interrupts herself when she sees the letter in your hand and the distain on your face. “You were written? By who?” You give her the letter. “The General from the other day requested me to a ball,” you say distastefully, but your mother’s eyes light up. “Chère, this is wonderful news!” You sit back at the piano. “I don’t wish to attend,” you say sternly. “He could not even take the time out of his day to ask personally, his secretary did.” Mother clicks her lips. “Ah, Y/N, Generals are busy, busy men. You should be ecstatic. It’s a couple days, yes? I’ll look for a dress..” she sings as she waltz’s out from the drawing room. You close your eyes and groan, knowing there is nothing you can do to stop your mother’s wrath. You must go. Even if you think you could convince her, you wouldn’t. This is the cheeriest you have seen her since Father died.

You stare at the dress your mother brought out in awe. It was certainly the most beautiful dress you have ever seen. Long and made of silk, the trail spilled to the floor. You ran your hands over the material, astonished. “Mother, this is surely too nice. I mustn’t-“

“You will. You’ll look beautiful, my daughter. Now- have Esme get you dressed. You leave within the hour.” With that, she leaves. You huff as you stare at the dress, not knowing what to expect. Esme eventually comes, dresses you, and finishes up your hair. You look into your reflection, you look beautiful. But beautiful enough to catch his eye? Therese waddles into your room and exclaims with excitement. To her- all she wants is to marry. She’s eleven, and every day she curses the world that she isn’t old enough. You always tell her to slow down, but she never seems to listen. “Y/N! Your dress! Oh my!” She runs around you, poking at your hair and pulling at the material with thrill. “Therese, please.” You step away from her. “I must make haste, the carriage is waiting for me.”

“I’m stealing that gown once I grow into it!” She claims.

“You can steal all of my dresses once you grow into them.” You scoff.

“Honestly?!” You just laugh at her and descend down the stairs, into your coach.

When you arrive to the General’s manor, your carriage crunches onto the gravel road. You see him, an older man, and some other unknown officials. He looks disinterested, chatting with the men behind him as you carefully step down from the coach, a servant helping you down. The older man clears his throat and Anakin pays you attention. “Welcome, Princess Y/N.” He says unenthusiastically. “Thank you for your attendance, I will see you inside.” With that, he holds out his arm. Reluctantly, you take it as he walks the two of you inside. You decide to break the silence.

“How are you today, General Skywalker?” He does not look at you. “Well.”

“Who was that man beside you?” He leads you to a ballroom full of people. “My father.” You let go of his arm, and see him turning to leave. “Where are you off?”

“I must see to the other guests, your highness.” With that, Anakin Skywalker stranded you. “What a gentleman..” you said under your breath.

Most of the night was spent alone, in the corner of the ball with a pathetic glass of champagne lingering in your hand. This was awful, so you drank away the emptiness you felt. A bit more bubbly than expected, you decide to wander. It’s a large, beautiful castle, you thought. Surely I’ll find someone to spend time with. You stumble your way up the staircase, and into a grand hall. Suddenly, you turn to face a balcony. A balcony accompanied by no other than Skywalker. You walk outside, feeling the cool spring breeze against your collarbone.

“Hello.” You speak.

He whips around, startled. His eyes widen. “You.”

“You say it like it’s a wretched thing..” you walk beside him, resting your arms against the railing. “Tell me, Anakin, what have I done to repulse you? I have barely spoken to you-”

“Repulse me?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I think nothing of you. I entertain you for the sake of my father, my people, my men.”

A pang strikes in your chest. “What do your men have to do with it? You’re a young war man, why are you set out to marry anyways?”

“My father wishes for peace. Your throne is wealthy, safe. He sees that I leave the battlefield, he believes this is not the answer.”

“But you have led to victory, no?”

“I love the combat, the politics. I bring honor. I have saved thousands and carried many to liberty. It’s all I know.” He looks down. “My father insists that I court. I cannot go against his bidding.” There’s a beat of silence before you speak again.

“If you cared to look outside of yourself, General, you would see we are one and the same. I-“

“I do not care for your past, nor your reason. Do not delusion yourself with our future. I am married to the fight.” He spits. “To believe otherwise is what truly repulses me.”

“So this is your opinion of me. Thank you for explaining so fully.” You bark back, whipping around to flee down the stairs. Out the front door, you call for your coach and scurry inside to leave.

“Miss Y/N, are you all right?” The driver asks.

“Yes, do not worry. Thank you.” You close the door and slump into the seat, head buried in your hands. Never had a man been so nasty to you- and so upfront. You just wanted to go home.

The next morning you slugged down the stairs to your breakfast table. You see your mother holding a letter, pale in the face. Therese is behind her, jumping up and down excitedly. Louis is knee deep into his eggs. “What is the matter?” You ask. Your mother says nothing. She simply stands up, grabs the letter, and hands it to you. It reads:

Unto Her Majesty, Queen Charlotte of France,

May it please her majesty,

After relentless decisions and concern for the people, We are delighted to inform you of the General’s hand in marriage in relation to your daughter, Princess Y/N of France. The ceremonies and celebrations will be decided in your correlation.

-The Royal Family of General Commander Skywalker

Your hands start to shake, and your lip quivers as you look up to your mother. “Mother-“ You begin to plead.

“Silence. You will wed this man, and that is the end of the matter.”

Fuck.