#this is super long sorry

[psychomusic]

presenting to you: vegoia laran!

vegoia is the daughter of suri and tar'x laran, so, she's half-mirialan and half-zabrak. she lived on the mountains of mirial with her family until she began her jedi training at around 10 years, then she became a jedi seer.

more of her childhood under the cut! the rest of her story will be on other posts, I'll link them at the end when I'll post them

thank you @furious-blueberry0 for letting me use your padawan braid idea and jedi seer headcanon!! i really really love these ideas <3

since her birth, she seemed special at the eyes of her people, due to an old local myth: the founding witch.

(the myth is: a powerful witch, haunted by complex visions of the future, was exiled to the desert planet of mirial. after years spent traveling she had one clear vision on top of a mount, in which she saw the potential beauty of the valley, full of different lifeforms flourishing. with her magical powers, she turned that possible future into a reality, and everything changed: the 4 peoples who lived there started turning into trees and animals, what once was sterile rock became fertile ground, and craters were filled with water. but despite her good work, the incomprehensible visions kept returning. tired of the universe's infinite lessons, she decided to crystalize all of her visions and knowledge into the sacred crystal, and prophetized, before dying, that one day someone attuned to it would come to claim the crystal and understand the lessons she couldn't understand)

because of her albinism (that made her white like the crystal) and of her horns (the crystal has an horned shape), people thought she was the prophetized one. when she began to talk - rather late, and asked people to resolve the riddles that "a bearded man told her in her dreams" - what was just a rumor solidified into a belief.

her mother and grandfather, both in the high priesthood, taught her everything they could. they taught her to study, to reflect, and they explained to her their religion and folklore. also, her mother often tried to help her in her quest of finding answers. from her, vegoia learned how to study, and the right mindset to be able, later, to explore the jedi's philosophy and beliefs.

but it was her father that, despite his absence, taught her how to compromise with her visions, how to be patient, how to handle the state of ignorance, and how to enjoy it anyway. he was somehow better at understanding her, and making her understand things, than everyone else in the town. maybe, it was because he not only had met different force users, but also had experience with a force sensitive kid (his little brother, whom vegoia shared a lot of similar traits). despite her mother being a healer & priestess, and believing in the value in helping people, it was her father who really grounded that belief in her. in particular, he did it in a moment that. also shaped her experience of the force. a simple moment, though: she had asked him to kill a scary bug that was laying flat on its back, but he refused and instead asked her to help it. he believed that helping is what gives life sense - even more than the bonds we make, because it can't be undone. when vegoia picked up the bug and helped it get back on its feet, she could feel the bug's relief, and maybe even gratitude, through the force. this was the imprint of her experience of the force: connection (even more than her visions, that just "happened" to her, and couldn't actively call upon her).

BUT I DIGRESSED way too much on her childhood. the most important event in her childhood was the day she was taken by the jedi, even if she didn't know what truly happened that day.

the SIS had been tracking her father's movements for a while and had found out about his trips to mirial. worried that the empire was planning something, they sent a squad of operatives to investigate. since his father had often worked for the dark council, the SIS requested a jedi to come with them. when they arrived, suri went to talk to them. they threatened her into talking and she told them of their secret family. the SIS decided to take them prisoners, capture him when he got back, and make him talk using his family as leverage. the jedi disagreed with such methods but the operation was under the SIS's jurisdiction. suri then tried to convince them to leave the town and her daughter, and to instead blackmail him with her. the SIS refused, fearing that the sith might kill him before he could even know about the blackmailing. the jedi, feeling vegoia's strong presence in the force decided to make a deal: vegoia would've come with him to the temple to become a jedi. she'd still have a life, while suri would stay under their custody for the SIS trap. this would also show the agent the difference between the republic and the empire, and hopefully that would help him talk. she accepted at one condition: that they took her away before her father came back, so that she wouldn't have to live through it. vegoia didn't know of her father's real job, like everyone else in the town (everyone thought he had traded his services to the hutts to have the sacred horned crystal back).

they agreed, but, while suri was busy packing thing for vegoia, the SIS decided to put another condition. vegoia musn't be told anything about that day until her father had been taken into republic's custody, as a precaution. the jedi agreed, thinking it wouldn't be long before her father would come home and be arrested. little did he know this momentary omission would grow into a years-old lie.

[livingandthriving]

A year ago today I went to see my doctor, hoping to get some answers (and treatment) for my increasingly severe respiratory issues. She ruled out asthma and sent me to the ER to get some tests done. Little did I know I'd end up hospitalized for 3.5 weeks.

(This is going to be long, sorry.)

They tested me for Covid and allergies, and when those came back negative they did a CT scan, and that was when they saw I probably had some type of lymphoma. They did not tell me this right away, just that there was a lot of fluid build-up around my lungs, among other things. Getting that drained was Not Fun (I almost passed out). I was admitted to the hospital proper after that, and spent 10 days in the Pneumology ward hooked up to O2 and getting the pleural effusion drained every few days while waiting on an official diagnosis. They did tell me on day 2 that they'd found what might be tumor and needed to do a biopsy to confirm, so when the diagnosis turned out to be Hodgkins lymphoma I was not completely surprised, but it still felt unreal. (Mind you, when the hospital psychologist came in with the doctor to break the news, I had a feeling it wasn't going to be good.)

The doctor was quick to reassure me that my prognosis was good, but there was clearly no time to lose since I was promptly transferred to Lyon to start chemo. I got my first helicopter ride out of the deal: they were concerned about potential traffic jams on the highway and didn't want to risk it while I was still on oxygen. My best friend's response when I messaged her to tell her this was to suggest I hum the Mission: Impossible theme while in the air. I didn't, but the crew found her suggestion hilarious. 😂

I made it to Lyon without incident, and my parents arrived shortly after I did (traffic was fine after all) to find that I was already something of a celebrity: apparently they don't get many patients come in by helicopter. Upon learning this, Best Friend's sister requested my autograph. (There's a reason I'm good friends with this family.) 😆

The next day was a blur of procedures, culminating in getting hooked up to my first round of chemo that evening. I was a little concerned about potential nausea, but thankfully the anti-nausea meds they gave me beforehand worked beautifully. I was still exhausted afterwards, though. That would be my default state for the next few months.

A few days in, it was determined that poking a new hole in me every 3-4 days to drain the pleural effusion was highly impractical, especially since it was going to take a while to go away, so I got a drainage tube put in. It was Supremely Uncomfortable (I was on morphine for several days), but within a few hours they were finally able to take me off oxygen! Being able to breathe normally never felt so good.

I got to go home in between rounds of chemo, which was very nice, even if I wasn't back in my own room (I had twice-daily nurse visits and it was easier for me to be in the guest room downstairs).

Going back for the second round was definitely different: no helicopter, I was able to walk in, and I knew what to expect this time - well, mostly. I didn't anticipate having to stay a couple of extra days because getting a new Picc line put in proved challenging. It's always something, isn't it? 😅

Thankfully that was the last time I had to stay at the hospital for more than a few hours: the PET scan I got a few weeks later showed that I was in remission, and I was able to do the rest of my chemo as an outpatient at my local hospital. Aside from two sessions getting postponed due to illness/low white blood cell count, that all went smoothly and I had my final session in January.

Early February I got another PET scan which confirmed that I was in complete remission, at which point I could focus on recovery. This is definitely going to be the longest part; I was told it can take up to 2 years to get back to normal. The fact that I'm already back at work, albeit part-time, is pretty good, all things considered.

So, how did all this affect me emotionally? The first few days in the hospital were probably the hardest, because something was obviously very wrong, but I didn't know what. In spite of that, I had a sense of peace and that God was in control (the song The Goodness of God was stuck in my head for days). That peace persisted even with the diagnosis, which is definitely a miracle because I'm generally prone to anxiety and jumping to the worst-case scenario. Instead, my reaction was, "Welp, this is gonna suck, but I'm going to make it." It helped that I had lots of people praying for me.

Even so, there were some rough moments. Losing my hair a few weeks in was especially difficult. I knew it was going to grow back, but I think that was when everything really started to sink in. Having to cancel my travel plans for the fall was another hard pill to swallow. Not being able to go to church was probably the hardest.

How am I doing now? Well, I'm still processing everything (hence this post), and likely will be for some time. It still feels a little unreal to tell people I had cancer. It's not one of those things you ever think you'll have to deal with, at least I didn't think I would. But here we are. I will say the fact that I'm starting to really process it all now is a good sign since it means my brain is no longer in survival mode. Hopefully that will continue.

I could go on, but this is already very long (kudos to you if you made it this far) and it's late, so for now I'll just say I'm grateful to still be here. Oh, and if you start having weird symptoms, don't wait to see a doctor.

[cyanorhis]

Thinking about the fact that Zuko has had every possible hairstyle Katara could have ever been into (from bald to long hair). He wields dual swords like Jet. He is a powerful bender as the fortune teller intended. He acts as a "vigilante of sorts" like Jet did. He can be a puppy like Haru. He can be a badass like Jet. Truly the most versatile ever. He's the 1000 in 1 boyfriend fr.

Not to mention the parallels with her ofc, if we're going to consider Blue Spirit x Painted Lady shenanigans, the mommy issues, the dry sense of humor, the nerdiness, the sense of responsibility... All things that match Her regardless of her possible interests in romantic partners. It's just too amusing to me.

My dude was truly dedicated to the cause. I salute him.

[egophiliac]

so excited for Kalim to save the day by swiper-no-swiping this dip. you can do it! I believe in you!

god I hope this reads properly

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o who doesn’t know they’re touchstarved until they meet you.

the heavy want grows in their chest and is absolutely undeniably there whenever you two even just briefly touch. when you’re so close that they’re so desperate have you closer, wanting to feel their body pressed against yours in a tight embrace, that the thought of your hand in theirs is barely enough. when you two finally hug, or whenever you do, they sink into your embrace almost immediately, a deep sigh of content heard as they wrap their arms around you to return the tender hug. it’s a little hard to get their arms off you afterward, with those small mumbles of “just a little longer” and “i don’t want to let go yet.”

maybe they’re super embarrassed about feeling so at first and are so glad whenever you indulge in their desire to have you, to feel your warmth. or they’re incredibly stubborn about it but their actions always say otherwise, finding every little chance to have their skin touch yours, to quietly tug on your sleeve or any other sign that you immediately know what they want with it.

eitherway they’re forever thankful that you’re so understanding. with the little touches you guys end up doing like from simply pushing a strand of hair behind an ear or running fingers through each other’s hair, they’re absolutely addicted. smitten, even, so incredibly much that they can’t put their love for this, for you into words.

[sandflakedraws]

continuing thoughts from This Dream AU

re : why it might have taken the gang a while to find Bruce & Floyd

how about i erase just a little bit of the plot convenience from TBT

what if, bruce's postcard didn't survive unscathed, and they had to go off of john dory's foggy memory of the thing.

so like. they're stumbling their way through a bunch of could-be-heres before they hit on the correct one.

and what if, the Vacay Resort section was legit hard to find.

like, the entire island chain is still at Vacaytioner scale, right? so even if the search party's idea to eventually look there was right, it could still take a long time to navigate thru the tropical jungle on any individual island, let alone many of them.

.... aaaaand what if i drew way too much for a potential reunion anyways because i'm a sap

[shawtuzi]

let’s talk men who love to satisfy your oral fixation!!! after telling him your embarrassing secret that you almost always have to have something in your mouth he was moreee than obliged to meet your needs—whether it was buying numerous lollipops for you to suck on or shoving his semi hard dick in your mouth while he mindlessly scrolled on his phone. but your favorite? his fingers. they were so long and slender it was impossible for you not to get addicted!!! normally lollipops would satisfy you but on days where you were stressed and overstimulated what you really needed was his fingers shoved down your throat while he told you how pretty you were :((( and that’s exactly what he’d do!! he’d have you on his lap, chest to chest while his thumb gently traced your plump, glossed up lips. “‘nother rough day sweet thing?” he’d whisper slowly inserting his thumb into your awaiting mouth. he didn’t need an answer ever—he just knew by the pout on your face and the way you’d pick at your clothes that you needed some extra lovin’ from him that he was more than willing to give. after a few moments of you sucking his thumb he’d whisper a soft, “ready for more angel?” to which you’d nod your head quickly. in a flash you’d be cradled in his arms, his index and middle finger halfway inserted into your mouth meanwhile praises would be flying from his mouth left and right. “such a pretty girl….smart too. i’m the luckiest man in the world aren’t i?” ah how you loved to be called his pretty girl. usually you’d end up falling asleep due to him playing with your hair but, on days where you were feeling even needier than usual the same fingers that were in your mouth would be knuckles deep in your pussy while his mouth was pressed against yours and you’d be sucking on his tongue ofc bc ur insatiable.

— eren, JEAN, reiner, toji, GOJO, CHOSO, rindou, izana, HANMA, DRAKENNNN, rengoku, tengen, AIZAWA, and yk what i’m gonna put hange too bc they’d definitely pamper you to the fullest extent >:(

[funsizedcrow]

Link is Hylia's specialist little boy (this is not a good thing for him)

(stills under the cut)

[das-a-kirby-blog]

metadede week day 3: gifts (a.k.a. two idiots sharing some rocks)

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

sun doodle from that one scene in the new music video

[tenaint]

Rose 1.01 / Empire of Death 14.08

[emmyrosee]

I’m so late, I JUST saw your post 😭 but if you’re still in need of ideas, how abt an absolutely disgustingly sappy diagnosis of lovesickness for our dear atsumu? teasing him for being down horrendously and he doesn’t even bother to fight back bc he’s just like “well yeah” ☹️🫶🏻

I AM FROTHINF AT THE MOUTH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I MISSED HIM I COULD KISS YOU FOR THIS MWAH MWAH MWAH ☹️🩷

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“Bro, you’re so in love with me, it’s craaaaazy.”

Your tease falls from your lips as Atsumu passes you a steaming mug, a smile on his face as he does.

He offers you a shrug, “so what if I do? If you were in my shoes, so would you.” He gently lifts your legs from where they’re curled on the couch and slips under them, resting them back on his thighs for you to continue to rest comfortably. “And don’t call me bro, we’ve been together for 3 years.”

You smile and sip your warm tea, “I’m just saying you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look goofy. Just do it, bro.”

With that, he leans over to press a kiss to your lips, “don’t.” Kiss. “Call.” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “Bro.”

“One more, just to be sure?” You mewl, which he immediately provides to you. This time, his lips linger longer, a hand gently resting on your knee and soothingly rubbing his thumb over. You part slightly to put your mug down, relishing in the noise of protest he pouts out. You giggle and turn back to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. “I love you.”

“I love you. So much.” His arms wrap lowly around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer. His lips move down to your neck, sponging wet kisses there before moving up to your cheek. You angle into his touch, fingers toying with the stubbly hairs of his undercut, and you smirk at the gasp and shiver he gives in response.

“You get so drunk on me, oh my god,” you continue to tease. He snickers against your skin. “One ‘I love you’ and you’re down for the count, aren’t you?”

“You know I am,” He mumbles, face lingering in your warm neck. “You would be too, if you were me. You’re just irresistible. Really, this is your fault.”

“No,” you assure. “I’m built different. I’m no softie like you bro.”

Immediately, his fingers spider up your sides and to your ribs, and your arms dart down in defense from his tickles. “What did I say?” He snaps, but his lips are curled into a smirk. “What did I say about calling me bro? Huh? What did I say?”

“Don’t tickle me!” You plead, trapping his strong fingers under your elbow.

“No, I don’t think that was it,” he hums. “I think it was something like… oh! Don’t call me bro! Isn’t that wild? Isn’t that crazy?” He peppers little kisses on your neck, and you toss your head back in laughter.

But you can feel the love emanating off of him. The happiness at hearing your squeals and squirms, coupled with getting drunk from kissing your warm skin truly is enough to get his heart beating, so loud you can practically hear it.

And hey. You’ll take some revenge tickles if it means you get to indulge in this side of him.

[zuko-sokka]

The Thrilling Saga of the Missing Lotus Tile, featuring Uncle Iroh and Prince Zuko

+ bonus:

[cutie-lumi]

Cosmic 💐🌟

[startistdoodles]

I played a new game recently ⌛️✨

[queenlucythevaliant]

Teams are vibes-based. Please tell me who you chose and how you think it will go in the tags!