#scille

[philoursmars]

Pour ce début juin, un arc-en-ciel en drapeau de fleurs !

rouge : coquelicots à Fressain (Nord)

orangé : pavots de Californie à Bourg-le-Roi (Pays de Loire)

jaune : colza vers Bouillon (Wallonie - Belgique)

vert : euphorbes dans les jardins du Louvre-Lens

bleu : scilles dans la forêt de Hal, vers Bruxelles

violet : bougainvillier à Assouan (Egypte)

[purinfelix]

── .❤︎

itty bitty franco blurb to feed y'all while i combat writers block ,,,

new-ish boyfriend Franco who would rather die than admit to how much he likes the pet names you use for him. instead he just playfully rolls his eyes or shakes his head whenever you call him "baby" or "francito" to show that he's only tolerating it for your sake. until one day you finally decide to give him what he wants and just call him by his name and almost instantly he notices, coming to you with his tail between his legs to ask in his tiniest voice "are you mad at me, amor?" - because why else would you call him Franco? sure, that is his name, but to you it isn't, it never has been. even though you have to assure him that he hasn't actually done anything wrong, he'll only believe you once you go back to using them. because above all else they're little reminders of your affection, sprinkled into the very way you address him - because he isn't just 'francito', he's your francito.

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[needcake]

Shacha.

SHACHA.

I AM NOT OKAY.

Jesus fucking Christ this is not a fic, this is one of the best pieces of fiction I have ever read how very much dare you. I am very sorry for taking this long to sit down and read this, but I have just finished and it’s 1 a.m. and I want to TALK about it, so more under the cut:

First of all, I have to commend you on your research. Everything is so brilliantly detailed, there’s not a single line in this story that I bet haven’t cost you a few hours of reading, and it absolutely shows in how carefully you weaved this together.

I want to do this in parts so I don’t forget any details while everything is fresh on my mind:

1 - the wool

I feel the cornerstone of this story is the wool and the threads that bind the characters together. Ælfwin’s family trades in sheep and wool, Coenwulf wants in on that trade because his own sheep can’t quite compete, at base level everything revolves around the wool. The clothes that Ælfwin wear, the process of weaving, the dyeing, even the shearing and how the seasons and days are counted according to that trade. The entire manufacturing process is laid out across the story and it forms the base of the plot, while it is not the twist, it forms the foundations on everything that happens.

2 - the social hierarchy

Ælfwin’s relationship with Mared is of course the focus, but it was so rich seeing how every other relationship played out, how the entire household behaved even before Ælfwin entered the story. Coenwulf’s relationship with his sister, Æmma’s relationship with Monegund, their relationship with Sigilind, how later on the guests seeking shelter aren’t given names and the discomfort that that brings into a household so well-connected.

And the passage where they go to Ælfwood as well, to see Ælfwin as the lady of the property, so see her in action in all of her high social position, everything counterpointed by Mared’s own point of view as an enslaved woman who has a critical lens but is also in love with her. How she sees it and how Ælfwin herself acts upon it. Everything is so incredibly done, you really took the time to work on the foundations upwards, placing every brick of this story so carefully and beautifully in order to truly bring it to life.

Even the bandits that are shown off-screen! It’s all part of this incredibly fragile society in which one bad winter can really turn the fate of everyone involved.

3 - religion

This is possibly my favorite thing that you incorporated, and it’s such a beautiful, beautiful touch, if this story is a house then this is definitely the roof for me, the roof and the windows because it opens their small contained world into something so much bigger, into the philosophy of its time and the inevitable changes to the world around them. The juxtaposition between the Anglo-Saxon religion, Ælfwin’s religion, their old ways, and the British Christian faith, a remnant of the Roman colonization and contact with the continent, how it bridges all the themes you used and how it creates the most beautiful scenes for me, notably the fight scene when Ælfwin and Mared argue in front of the church, and the scene where they are in bed and they have that wonderful discussion if having sex with god constitutes a threesome XD

You bring this theme right from the start and you sprinkled it throughout, tightening the knots so that at the end we look back at the patterns weaved in this beautiful tapestry of yours and see the whole picture.

Now for some other comments:

When we are shown Ælfwin’s box of precious things, when she tells Mared her mother gifted it to her, the rich materials it is made of, and how later when they go to the shops and Ælfwin buys Mared the ivory cross carved with roses (and the entire dialogue of her arguing that it was made of walrus ivory instead of elephant is just so!!!!!), and how by saying that now Mared matches her box she makes Mared into a vessel for her beautiful things, her love and affection, her trust, her companionship. And also when she says that by gifting the cross to her she is allowing her to preserve her faith, how that speaks volumes of the high esteem she already holds for Mared even that early on in the story.

Another thing I wanted to point out was the food!! Your research was so detailed that you gave us the most incredible view into how things worked, how these people lived, the laws that governed them, what they did with their time and even what they ate! The wedding feast was incredible to read!! Their trip to the market and what they bought at the stalls, even the medicine that they used! This is something that immediately caught my eye and I have to praise you for being so diligent in your research because it’s one of the things that really capture my eye and make the story feel alive for me.

Before I leave you alone I have to talk about the ending. How you planted the seed of Ælfwin’s uncannyness very early on, this pale blonde woman riding into the estate without a veil on her silver horse, her manners a little rough at first, a little too straight-forward, being called a fae here and there, but being otherwise warmly welcomed by the people living in her new husband’s land. These comments are shown to be harmless at first, she is a competent manager of the household, a good wife, births a boy who is showered with presents, listens to the complaints of her people, argues in their favor.

But the moment things go south it comes back under a new light. Her “otherness” is no longer a quirk, but a problem, a curse, she’s bringing misfortune, it’s all her fault. And the moment Coenwulf stays away too long, the baby drains too much of her energy leaving her distracted, her people - her very people - turn against her.

When Mared went berserk on them she had my full support hahaha

What a wonderful, beautiful story of love and tragedy you created here, Shacha. I’m gonna make myself cry again, but please know that I have loved reading this with every fiber of my being.

Wealh [FrUk Loving You Through Time Event]

Title: Wealh

Summary: The sharp thegn Coenwulf has just wed an uncanny wife, everyone agrees, a strange, competent, but difficult woman. How vexing it is then, to be the foolish slave who loves her. [FrUK femslash, incidental Netherlands/f!England]

Time Period: Anglo-Saxon England in the early 7th century Rating: M Warnings: Slavery is mentioned from the outset, and master/slave dynamics. Rape is mentioned, but does not occur to major characters. Blood, violence, and discussions of religion.

Notes: This is currently 31,006 words, and I’m still not entirely happy with it. Scenes may be added in the future (if you want those, maybe wait a few days >>), but I’ve been working on this fic for about a fortnight straight and today is its day, so I hope you enjoy!

The names of the characters were changed to better fit their backgrounds for this fic, and to fit better with the seventh century time period.

Mared – fem!France Ælfwyn – fem!England Æmma – Belgium Monegund – Monaco Coenwulf – Netherlands Sigilind – Liechtenstein Leofwine – Luxembourg

Pronunciation-wise, the sc in Anglisc and scop is pronounced as sh (as in ship, shot, shut, shadow). Æ is pronounced ay (as in day, may, stay).

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[6okuto]

AFTER BECOMING YOUR BOYFRIEND

gn!reader | bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, iwaizumi, matsukawa, kageyama, yamaguchi, sakusa

BOKUTO can't stop grinning and kissing you. his hands are stuck either cupping your face or holding your hips. he plants quick pecks to your lips and feels his heart rate pick up at your laugh. "i'm really your boyfriend," he repeats, convincing himself he isn't dreaming.

AKAASHI's entire body relaxes as he says "thank god." he leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder and huffs a laugh at himself. you bring your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. “did you think i’d say no?” “i was scared you would,” he murmurs. “and i don’t think i could bring myself to try returning the gifts.”

ATSUMU excitedly changes your contact where he already put a heart next to your name to be your new title: "MY PARNTNR/BOYFIRND/GIRLFJEND" (awful spelling included and vital). he adds emojis like 😁🫂💯🔥 before taking a screenshot to send to his group chat. he won't talk about how he almost sent it to you and nearly had a heart attack.

OSAMU texts to ask “when did you know you liked me?” later that night. he bites his lip and his eyes shoot lasers into the dots that show you’re typing. an embarrassed smile appears on his face when you say “when u apologized over and over after almost hitting me with a ball the first time we met :) u were cute” because it really was a cringe-worthy introduction, but at least you both liked each other since the beginning.

IWAIZUMI can’t stop thinking of getting you a gift. thinking of giving you a gift every once in a while wasn’t unusual, but he tries really hard to get a hold of himself when he realizes he's scanning every store he walks past for something you might like. he fails, obviously, when you end up getting a gift every time you meet up for the next few weeks.

MATSUKAWA blurts out "seriously?" after you say yes. he tries to ignore how his face heats up when you tilt your head and laugh. you’re still laughing when he pulls you into him as if to hug you, only to start tickling you. he jokingly threatens, “don’t laugh at me, i’m your boyfriend,” when you yelp and hit his side.

KAGEYAMA can’t stop replaying the moment you guys officially start dating in his head, even and especially while practicing. he’s setting the ball when he thinks about how you smiled and suddenly forgets what he's doing. his face is red from being flustered and the volleyball smacking him on the forehead.

YAMAGUCHI, when he has the time, marks down the date in his calendar. butterflies flutter in his stomach as he types out "WE’RE DATING !!!!!! :)) " in the notes. it's been less than a day and he's already (over)thinking of what to do to celebrate the closest, reasonable anniversary, whenever that is. in a month, probably, he thinks.

SAKUSA’s glad he has a privacy screen protector because if anyone noticed how often he opened your chat to reread your texts he’d never live it down. there’s a small smile under his mask at your silly flirting memes, and just the thought of how your “take care of yourself!” messages are with him as your boyfriend in mind.

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[drspleenmeister]

i love love this language based driver vs. pilot thing especially what u said sbout pilot being more acurate to their scill set in your language because mine is the exact opposite!

driver in my language signifies control & carefully guiding the vehicle in motion but pilot is literally a word we stole from english so it doesn’t mean much

This is FASCINATING to me. Like, I could talk all day with like-minded people on this. In my culture anyone can 'drive' anything with a licence, but only a handful of people can 'pilot' something. A pilot is far more skilled than a driver.

Say more, my G.

[itsloriel]

La scille à 2 feuilles

Thomas vanderheyden photographie

[beej-machinations]

@freshmangojuice thank you for giving me the excuse to post these!

the truth is there's an alternate version for many pics... and that particular one has about 4 versions 🙈

RD textposts Bonuses: Deleted Scenes + Directors Commentary under the cut! (alt versions of memes you've all seen before)

i like the Ace one because i think the rumble of his voice really fits the text (esp. the scill/sion phonemes and the "y'all"). The message is also very Smoke Me a Kipper isn't it?

the others are nice action shots. As I said in the tags of post #10, Arnold's more-than-usual association with dimension/alternate reality/personality themes is fascinating. bordering on an aspect...

LEFT: could NOT decide between side-eyes. Cat is a sassy bitch and the 👀 is how he looks out for you as a friend - you just gotta 👄his language

RIGHT: everyone loves the kiss scene but i didn't want to overuse this part of Blue. i think Lister still misses him on the rollercoaster :3

this is a great picture of Arlene (a Rimmerous bastard yet sooo pretty), but i decided to stick with our universe's Rimmer and use Chefs Exam Kochanski Disguise.

its too convoluted to hope for in a quick meme, but my ambition was either pic being about (our) Rimmer genuinely experimenting with gender. the Arlene visage could be a (far) future form a la Hilly/Holly. or not!

the accusatory thumb... get fuckin rekt!!!

LEFT: not a lot of chances to screencap the full outfit, but here's Polymorph San Francisco Chic in all it's glory.

The alleyway brick of cardboard boxes gives the pose a certain standing-on-street-corner vibe. Note Dave's cruising glance back... anthyding could hadplen...

RIGHT: speaking of posturing check out the absolute Pose nano!Rimmer strikes right after returning. the Ego. (... the Id... 🤨)

LEFT: *Kill Bill Sirens*. good blocking, but rejected on grounds of poor image quality.

RIGHT: No need to duplicate yourself to find a bastard! there's one in the mirror every day!

party hat! bestowed by Holly, and therefore free.

I probably will do another of these if people are interested. Do you have a favourite? Does seeing a parallel dimension's version of the meme change your perspective? lmk what you think!

[ysmirall]

Howdy!

Not MUSH of an ask, but thank you :3

Your edits are so nice, helps me a lot to "feel" for character, 'cause i' m a pupil girly, with NO editing scill at ALL! (and lamea$$ artist)

Have a nice Day!

Naww your welcome! I didnt knew there are people that actually enjoy my editing 👀 Makes me want to put more effort in it .

Your art is nice , very clear lines and expressive😊

[monako-jinn-stories]

Howzer X Fem!Reader FanFic

Rebels on the Run

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The sun burns against your back as you squint to block out the sand blowing in your direction. A lot has been happening at the Imperial base today, and although it’s time to start heading back, you can’t manage to get yourself to budge. Something important could be happening, and you need to make sure you find out everything that you can. The only issue with staying is Howzer.

You have no way to contact him and ensure that you are alright. All that you can do is hope that he doesn’t get the urge to set out and start looking for you himself. You’re always back on time, you make sure of it, so only the Maker knows what he’s going to be thinking when you’re late.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself as you watch a patrol group head out. If they spot you, it’s all over. Your hiding and surviving will have been for nothing, and you can’t let that happen. “I really am going to regret this,” you sigh quietly before holding your arm out. The sand under your speeder begins to shake, and you watch as it disappears below the sediment. Before you make your next move, you scan the area to see where the troops have gone. “Just like I thought,” you mumble, noticing them beginning to sweep a wide arc in your direction. You quickly place your palms on the ground, focusing on burying yourself in the gritty sand, leaving only a small pocket for you to breathe in.

Silently, you wait to hear the sounds of their speeders go by, but as soon as they get close, they start to slow down. Panic sets in as you fear that a gust of wind might have uncovered your own speeder, but it isn’t possible with how far you’d buried it. Maybe they had seen you, and were about to uncover you-

“Just hurry up, Derrik. I don’t want to be reprimanded for being slower than those clones.”

“Oh relax, Scill. There’s no way we could be slower than those tube worms.”

“Yeah, but still. We’re already doing this because we got in trouble, and I don’t want to get in any more.”

“Alright, alright, I’m done anyway. Just let me zip up my pants and we can be off again.”

It takes a lot of self control not to reveal yourself and attack those troopers. You know the Empire is switching to nat-born soldiers, but to hear them talking so horribly about the clones makes your blood boil. But your safety is also a concern, and if you harm them, that could be all that’s needed to hunt you down. 

“I wonder if we could get them to send us out to hunt for that Jedi and clone Captain.”

“What? Who are you talking about?”

“That one Jedi, it was a woman. General of the 17th battalion, I think. They found her wreck site but there was no body. She’s gotta have escaped.”

“There’s no way she survived, I was there in the crew who found the ship. Some scavenger probably took her body.”

“But none of the ship’s parts?”

“Look, Derrik, I don’t know. All I know is that we need to get going.”

“The clone captain was Captain Howzer. He was a close friend of General Syndulla’s. I wonder if some of the Twi’leks helped him. Or if he’s with the Jedi.”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not our paygrade, anyway. Now let’s go before we get in more trouble.”

When you’re sure that they’ve gone far enough, you bring the sand down around you and unbury yourself, doing the same with your speeder. You grimace as you look at your clothes, feeling the grit in your boots as well. “I don’t like sand,” you mutter, “It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating,” you continue to rant as you climb onto your speeder and start to head home, “and it gets everywhere. Especially here. I can’t imagine living on Tatooine.” When the words fall out, you feel a pang in your chest. You glance to the sky, watching as the stars begin to appear. “I’m sorry we failed you, Anakin,” you mumble to the darkness. “I wish we could have brought you home.”

~~~

When you arrive back at your hideout, you walk straight into the pond and fall forward, letting the water completely engulf your body. Only after you’re fully in do you consider that taking your boots off beforehand would have been a good idea. When you push yourself back up to the surface, you’re met with the concerned and shocked eyes of Howzer.

“Where have you been?” he immediately questions, “and what happened to you? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you reply, crawling from the water and plopping down on a rock, “there was just some interesting and slightly concerning things happening at the base. I wanted to stay for as long as possible, which led to me almost being discovered.”

“Is that why you looked like a sand monster when you came back?”

“Yes, I buried myself and my speeder in the sand to stay hidden. I think next time I’ll just give myself up. There’s sand everywhere, even in places I don’t know how it got to.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright,” he says, a small smile coming to his lips. “When you’re done, I have some spare dinner for you. I made it to line up with your return, but seeing as you were late,” he chuckles before shrugging his shoulders and walking away. 

You watch his retreat before pushing yourself up, clothes now clinging to you and giving you a chill. Water and sand pour out of your boots when you remove them, and you sigh as you find sticks to put them on so they can dry out. Afterwards, you grab the dinner Howzer had set aside for you, and make your way to your room.

“Mind if I come sit with you?” Howzer says from your doorway. You look up and smile at him, nodding before making room for him to sit next to you.

“How was your day?” you ask, and he lets out a sigh while stretching his legs out.

“Not the worst, but could have been better. I tried creating a single person game…it didn’t quite work out,” he chuckles. “I also tried planting, so we might have some new food in a couple weeks. Or I might not have done that right and we might just have to keep going to the markets.”

“The markets aren’t so bad,” you reply, “but I guess we don’t have many credits.”

“And no way to earn them,” he adds. You sit quietly for another minute, and you can feel his eyes on you as you eat.

“It’s good,” you say, confirming his silent question. His grin widens and you let out a small laugh of your own. “I’d say you might make an okay chef in a couple months.”

His expression turns to one of fake offense, and he lets out a playful scoff before folding his arms over his chest. “You know, you’re not much better at cooking.”

“But at least all of my meals are edible,” you retort with a snicker. He just sticks his tongue out and rolls his eyes at you before turning away and letting a small smile return to his lips. You finish your meal and set your plate to the side before looking back at Howzer. His eyes hold a distant look, and his normally relaxed features have a new look on them. But you don’t let your mind linger on that for long, as the moonlight seems to be illuminating the scar on his chin. Slowly, you reach out and let your fingers brush over it, the action startling Howzer briefly. “Sorry,” you whisper, pulling your hand back.

He smiles and shakes his head, turning to look outside again. “No, you’re alright. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“The light makes it seem to glow.”

Howzer remains silent, his eyes trained forward, almost as if he’s focusing on something. You look out as well, curious to see if there is anything out there. Nothing but the walls of your hideout and the stars above them can be seen. “I was very worried earlier,” he starts to say slowly, bringing your attention back to him, “I worried that something had happened, that maybe you’d been caught.”

“Well, I’m safe,” you reply, not knowing what else to say.

He just shakes his head, closing his eyes tightly before opening them again. “They wouldn’t have killed you,” he mutters, “they would have tortured you, pried all the knowledge they could from you, used you as bait for other Jedi. Then they would have experimented on you, and only when you were a lifeless, force drained creature, would they have killed you.”

It’s your turn to be silent now as his words sink in. You’ve always had the suspicion that they might use you for something horrible, but hearing it confirmed gives you a mixed wave of feelings. You wonder if any of your friends have suffered at the hands of the Empire, or if they’ve remained hidden. Or perhaps they were all killed during Order 66. You shake your head briefly to clear those thoughts, not wanting to imagine all of the Jedi Order being slaughtered. “Did you ever see it happen?” you decide to ask, but as it leaves your mouth, you realize you don’t know if you want the answer.

“No,” Howzer responds, “but I heard of it. There was one Jedi, a Mirialan woman. They use a recording of her and manipulated her voice to try and drag the Jedi into a trap.”

“Luminara,” you whisper, fist clenching at the thought of her being used in such a way. “I suppose I would be used in the same way if I were captured.”

“Yes, you probably would,” Howzer agrees, “but I don’t want to test that theory out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I keep safe,” you promise him. 

He finally turns to look at you, and there’s a certain sadness in his eyes. It’s as though he wants to believe your words, but he knows he can’t. “You shouldn’t make promises that are out of your control,” he says quietly, “it’ll only make things hurt more in the end.”

“Right,” you reply, looking away, “I’ve already made too many of those anyhow. All of them were broken.” Another quiet minute passes before you speak again, and you still haven’t turned back to Howzer when the words come from you. “It’s getting late, we should get some rest.”

“Right,” he says, hesitating before standing up. “Well, goodnight, then,” he says.

“Goodnight, Howzer,” you reply, finally turning to him, “rest well.”

“Are you sure there’s something up here?” Howzer calls from behind you. You snap your head back and hold your finger to your lips, signaling him to be more quiet. Climbing up the side of a canyon is no place to be yelling, especially when your voice is easily recognizable as a clone trooper’s.

“No, I’m not sure. That’s why we’re climbing up to check it out,” you say after you help him up to your level. “We’re almost there, anyway. No sense in turning back now.” It’s only a day after your Imperial base scare, but you want to explore this place sooner rather than later. And there’s no better time to do it than when you don’t have any specific activities like going to the market or spying planned out.

“I guess you’re right,” he agrees with a sigh. “At least the path is easy from here.” You nod and start heading up a path along the side of the cliff. It’s almost as though this had been a former path taken by people before with how well it’s carved out and flattened down. Of course, it’s been worn away by the weather, but the remnants are still obvious. It’s exactly what you had hoped for. “Well I guess it’s a good thing that neither of us are afraid of heights,” Howzer jokes, which makes you freeze in your movements.

“Yeah, about that,” you reply, swallowing hard. “Let’s just focus on reaching the top, and not falling to the bottom.” A couple minutes later, you finally reach the top, and when you look around, your heart skips a beat. An old village long abandoned stands in a patch of trees, and you can’t help but wonder how long ago the people fled. 

“Looks like you were right,” Howzer chuckles, “this was a village before.”

“I’d read about it in one of the old books at the Temple,” you explain as you walk down the main path, “apparently this is where the most force-sensitive Twi’leks lived, before the time of the Jedi Order.”

“It doesn’t look that old,” he comments, peering inside one of the houses.

“It was still used for a while, mostly as a place for the most traditional of families to inhabit. They also happened to still be the most force-sensi—be careful!”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, a piece of the house that Howzer is currently exploring breaks loose and falls onto his head. You stifle a laugh as he wipes the dirt from his hair, glaring at you playfully in the process. “Could’ve used the force to protect me from that.”

“Watching it was way more entertaining,” you giggle back. “Now, come on. I want to see if the fountain is still here.”

“Fountain?”

“Yes, it’s a mythical fountain, said to be a replica of one on Dohbar. Or, I guess it would be the other way around, that Dohbar’s is a replica of this one.”

“Stolen traditions?”

“No, just inspiration. We incorporated our own traditions into ours. Or, well, I guess the Dohbarians did,” you clarify.

“Are you not Dohbarian?” he asks, his head slightly tilting in question.

“No, not by blood. I was adopted by king and queen Monako. My real father was from Coruscant and my real mother was from Serenno.”

“Ah, I see,” Howzer replies. “All I know about myself is that Jango was from Mandalore, and I was created on Kamino.”

“I’m sorry you had to grow up the way you did. Actually, I’m sorry about all that you’ve lived through. It’s not fair,” you say, “everyone should get to choose their own life.”

“Well, if it weren’t for this war, I wouldn’t have been created,” he shrugs. “Or if I still was, then who knows what I would have been used for.”

“You shouldn’t have to be used at all,” you counter.

“Well, unfortunately, it’s just how things have gone,” he says, “but it’s alright now. I’m free, sort of. As soon as we get off this planet, we’ll be able to do whatever we want.”

You purse your lips and nod, turning away so that he doesn’t see your conflicted expression. It isn’t exactly true that you’ll get to do whatever you want. You’ll both still be wanted by the Empire, and both will still have to keep your identities hidden. There isn’t much that you’ll actually be able to do without fear of being captured and taken to the Imperials. 

“I think I found the fountain,” Howzer calls, pulling you from your thoughts. You hadn’t realized you’d been just standing there, trapped in your endless cycle of thoughts and fears. You turn to see him at the end of the path, and you hurry to catch up. When you do, he directs you to follow as he turns and starts walking out of the trees. As soon as you break out of the cover, Howzer steps to the side to allow you to walk next to him. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sight before you.

Crystal blue water flows out of the top of a beautiful fountain, with intricate designs carved all around. As you step closer, you recognize some of the symbols and patterns as relating to the force. Both the light side and the dark side are depicted, and even the unclear line of those in between. 

On another side, Twi’lek traditional art is pictured, and you let your eyes take it in slowly. While you don’t understand what it is, or the message it holds, you can feel a deep appreciation and respect for it. A pang hits your heart as you know Ahnimaka never got to experience her Twi’lek culture, and here you are, seeing one of the most sacred sites.

“This is amazing,” Howzer says, breaking the silence. You nod in agreement, reaching a hand out to touch the water. You shiver at the coldness of it, but feel a jolt of electricity as well.

“It’s almost as though this water has the force flowing through it,” you think aloud, “I wonder…”

You sense it before it happens, and act on instinct when it does. The ground starts to give away, and you jump back when it does. Howzer, however, doesn’t move like you do, and the rocks slipping away under his feet drag him down with them.

“Howzer!” you yell, realizing that he isn’t right next to you. You move to step back, but the ground nearly takes you down as well. “Don’t struggle, you’ll fall faster!” Howzer doesn’t reply, but he does as you say. The fear in his eyes tells you that you need to think fast. His body isn’t keeping still enough for you to grab with the force, and the rocks are also interfering with your ability. Panic begins to set in, and with each second you waste not acting, Howzer slips closer and closer to the edge. 

“I don’t mean to rush you, y/n, but there’s not much time left!”

You freeze then, looking directly at him before speaking. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you,” he confirms, meeting your eyes.

“Then I have to let you fall.” Shock and fear fill his expression while yours remains set. You understand how it sounds, but it’s the only thing you can think of. “Do you trust me?”

Howzer waits a moment, trying to grip onto the ground with a hand before the rocks slip away again. “Yes, I trust you,” he repeats. “I trust you, y/n.”

“Okay,” you reply, closing your eyes and taking a solid step forward. When you open them, Howzer is at the very edge, and you can’t ignore the feeling that overwhelms you when you watch his fingers slip away.

But it doesn’t matter, because you’re reaching out as soon as it happens. With your solid balance and his clear fall path, you’re able to grab onto him with the force. Both of your arms are extended as you push yourself to securely hold onto him, lifting him back up slowly before taking a few steps back so he has solid ground to land on. When you open your eyes, his are waiting for you to meet them. The intensity of his gaze shocks you, and you lose focus, practically letting him fall into your arms. 

“S-sorry,” you mumble, scrambling to get back to your senses and step back from him. The feeling of him holding onto your hands suddenly makes itself known, and you both look down before you look away. You gently attempt to tug them from his grip, but his hands and eyes stay locked on yours.

Your breathing seems to hitch when you see him take a few steps closer out of the corner of your eye, and then you feel a hand let go of yours, only to gently cup your cheek. Heat rushes to your face at the feeling, and despite what you had told yourself weeks ago, you can’t ignore this feeling between the two of you.

“Your hands are soft,” Howzer says, still looking at the one he has in his hold. His thumb runs over it, fingers interlaced with yours. His other thumb traces your cheek, causing you to meet his gaze, although, as he speaks, his eyes flicker to briefly look a bit lower. “I wonder how soft your lips are,” he mumbles, and you instinctively dart your tongue out to wet them, the feeling of their dryness suddenly obvious to you. His eyes meet yours again, and you can read the silent question in them. You take a slight step forward, your own hand reaching up to his cheek, before you let your eyes fall shut as you lean forward.

Despite the two of you having been out in the desert for almost a month, if not longer by now, Howzer’s lips are surprisingly soft. Even his hand that holds your cheek doesn’t seem to be affected by the harsh conditions. Perhaps it’s due to the pond and being able to bathe, or maybe it’s something else. But all you know is that the feeling of his lips against yours, his body pressing into you, it feels natural. It feels heavenly. It feels right.

When you break away, your face feels even warmer than before. You can tell the moment had the same effect on Howzer, as he looks away shyly and clears his throat. “I, uh…I’m sorry about-”

“Don’t be,” you cut him off, “it’s okay. I-uh…also wanted…yeah.”

You look down as he scratches the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle. “Sorry about almost dying.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. Sorry for almost letting you fall.”

“It’s okay, the force is weird,” he chuckles. An almost unbearable moment of silence passes between the two of you, and you decide to end it by clearing your throat and stepping towards him again. His eyes widen as his cheeks warm again, and you bite your lip nervously before closing your eyes and leaning in again. His hands find your waist as yours wrap around his neck, and the awkwardness falls away this time. You move in sync with each other, hands gently roaming as you take a step back, and another, until you hit the fountain.

“We should…get going,” you say, catching your breath as you pull apart from him.

“Right, yeah,” he agrees before glancing towards the village. “Or we could stay here overnight.”

“We don’t have any food with us,” you sigh, “otherwise I’d say sure.”

“Do you think there could be some around?”

“Nothing edible unless it’s from plants,” you say. “We can look around, but no guarantees.”

“Alright,” he says cheerfully, leaning in to give you a quick peck before his face erupts in heat again. “S-sorry. I don’t uh…know why I did that…”

“It’s okay,” you reply, giggling slightly, “I didn’t mind.” Howzer just gives you a shy grin before holding out his hand, and you gently place yours in it before the two of you begin to head back to search the village for food.

Maybe you were wrong, maybe there is time for falling in love.

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[thegrimreepurr]

so my friend, @be-fae-do-crime , had this AMAZING idea

it was just five words but it was gorgeous and i present to you:

worm on a string!nightmare :D

ignore how i called him silly worm!nightmare in the thing, i forgot what they were called when i was drawing him

anyway, his nicknames are scill and squir, though he most often goes by scill ✨

fun fact: i sorta based his jacket off of an 80s ski jacket, since the squirmels [worms on strings] were made in 1977, which is close enough to 1980

his personality is still a work in progress, so some of the facts shown there may very well change ^^

[philoursmars]

Douai, au printemps, entre la Scarpe et le beffroi, vers la bien nommée Maison de la Poule. Cerisiers du Japon et scilles (?) sont en fleurs...

[purinfelix]

ᯓᡣ𐭩

bf! franco who is constantly confused by your - somewhat unorthodox - ways of expression affection. if he's being honest he doesn't completely understand why you insist on squishing his face or baby talking to him - he is a grown man after all (though he'll never ask you to stop). you try your best to explain it to him, citing "cuteness aggression" but this only confused him even more. he's not a child, or an animal and he'd never describe himself as cute. he might not get it just yet, but he's not going to ask you to stop.

"Argh, you're so cute I just want to put you in my pocket!" you squeal, rolling over in bed to face him after hearing him laugh. His expression changes almost immediately though as he furrows his brows in response. "But ... I wouldn't fit in your pocket?" "I don't mean actually baby," you laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his face, "it's most like, you're so tiny and cute that I want to carry you everywhere with me!" You try your best to explain yourself, though it's difficult to be serious when he's looking at you with such an adorable expression - equal parts confused and mildly concerned. He nods as if he understands you, though his face says otherwise. "But," he says after a moment of contemplative silence, "why tiny? I"m taller than you?

taglist: @spreadyourwings-my-smiling-angel @alelo23 @scill-a @multifan-idk @presleycaudle

[aita-alternia]

Can I ask what your favorite Top 10 submissions you’ve ever gotten are?

GOD WHERE DO I BEGIN. TE^L MILK ^NON FROM THE E^RLY D^YS OF THIS BLOG IS STILL ON TOP E^SILY

THE ^NON WHO ^TE ^ BEE ^ND W^S BL^T^NTLY PITCH FOR THEIR CO-WORKER IS ^LSO UP THERE

UHHH. THE TROLL WHO KIDN^PPED ^ GUY THEY WERE OBVIOUSLY PITCH/P^LE V^SCILL^TING FOR W^S ^LSO PRETTY D^MN GOOD

THE VIOLET WHO KILLED TH^T GUY FUCKING WITH ONE OF THEIR QU^DM^TES QU^DM^TES W^S PRETTY FUCKING ^WESOME

THIS IS ^LL TH^T COMES TO MIND RIGHT NOW . I H^VE GOTTEN ^ FUCK TON OF SUBMISSIONS ^ND ITS H^RD TO PICK OUT THE SPECIFIC ONES

[gecko-chann]

HO SPOTTATO GUGLIELMO SCILLE VERSIONE BUBBLE GUM 

E NON SONO RIUSCITA A SCREENNARLO

[rollercoaster59]

Scill bone movie

[philoursmars]

Nouveau retour à mon projet de présenter la plupart de mes 55500 photos (et des brouettes).  Plus trop loin du présent….  

2016. Sortie géologique à la frontière belge, vers le Caillou-qui-Bique, du côté de Roisin.

Au retour, à Wargnies-le-Grand, un étrange distributeur de pommes de terre !!