#valores 💖

[tavatinta]

¿Dónde brilla la luz del autoconocimiento? ✨

Tus #fortalezas 🤩 te hacen brillar con luz propia, como un faro que guía tu camino en la noche 🧭. Tus #habilidades 💪 te permiten avanzar con paso firme, conquistando obstáculos con destreza y derroche 🏆. Tus #valores 💖 te dan fuerza, te hacen auténtico, tus #recursos 🤝 te llenan de energía y te sostienen.

[kumakooo]

My baby 💖🤏✨🥹

(pls don’t mind me delulu heh)

[nomiyakazehaya]

RECKONING // Episode 8

bonus key art gif under the cut because i thought it was super cool

[kanomitri]

hey we should talk about the Istanbul Sting Log. or even just the blackmailer arc as a whole but especially Istanbul because THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE IN MY HEART FOR THAT LOG. the Dialogue. the use of real world and in-game sound effects! THE WAY KAY/O HITS THAT "YOU. ARE. POWERLESS!" (he was low-key sick as fuck for that one holy shit)

also i know i'm biased as a cypher liker/sova liker/cysova liker when i say i love cypher's, "Let's find our friend," when he and neon go to reestablish contact with sova it's like. a maker of me insane BUT THE WAY HE DELIVERS THAT LINE IS SO GOOD!!!!! EVERY TIME I HEAR THAT SHIT LET'S FIND OUR FRIEND!!!!!!! 💙💙💙💙💙 (also the whole bit where Sova loses contact. urgh. gah. ily sova valorant)

LIKE. i love the Istanbul Sting Log with my whole fucking heart we need more shit like that!!!!!!!!!! riot i beg you pleaseeeeee more mission audio logs (even of just the scale of the City of Flowers. of skye jumping those atlas soldiers please i beg)

much loves for the lore of this game i need more of it yesterday vros 🙏🙏🙏

[myalonyalala]

I think this might contained spoiler, maybe ... Skip it for those who haven't read the book yet

I warn you guys bcs i know some of us enjoy the receiving pain

Me personally love the Ballad more than Curse. Maybe bcs the end of the Ballad, the story end with a verry big question and catastrophic tragedy so it gave me a lot of dynamic fluctuating emotion?

And A Curse did not gave me the sama proportion of emotion. Like yes it made me mad, yuck, ew, screw you! Asu, nasty, disgusting! I hate her, also, ow cute, hurry! Finally! I know the end ...

Its just ... Idk. But thats is.

I gave the Ballad 4.9/5 and Curse 4.2/5

But i love the books and i still hunting for the alternate ending.

[kanomitri]

BITING YOU

To be of use. Is that your only purpose?

[cazshmere]

Asteroid Groom (51299) and Asteroid Briede (19029) in the houses and how/where you could meet your spouse <3

materialist🔖

DISCLAIMER: This is speculative and for entertainment purposes only; it may not hold true for everyone, as there is a lot of nuance to astrology, enjoy reading and do lmk if any of these resonated with y’all :)

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Love at first sight kinda vibes, at a competition, somewhere where a lot of physical activity is happening. They could end up sitting very close to you or subtly brush their hands against you, could bump into you; physical contact might occur 💖

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 2ND HOUSE: In a perfume shop, a luxury shopping place, restaurants, a calm and relaxed environment, at the bank, a karaoke lounge, in a coffee shop, salon, parlour etc 🛍️💅🏼

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 3RD HOUSE: At a library, somewhere where there is a lot of paper or documents, your neighbourhood (maybe your neighbour too, lmao), a classmate maybe, your sibling’s friend, could also be a bit younger than you, maybe at a stand up comedy show 📜📰

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 4TH HOUSE: Parents could play a crucial role in your meeting (especially your mom), a private place, a place where you feel very comfortable and safe, maybe someone who your mom personally knows, your high school sweetheart, puppy love/first love vibes 🏠🛋️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 5TH HOUSE: When you're out on vacation with your friends having a good time, going out to watch a movie (maybe in a theater), at a carnival or an exhibition, at a play. You could meet them at a park where there are a lot of children playing around or somewhere where there are a lot of kids 🎡🎢

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 6TH HOUSE: The gym could be a high possibility, at the grocery store, when you're shopping for fruits, vegetables, toiletries, etc. (basically when shopping for stuff you use on a daily basis), a coworker of yours maybe, someone you run into every day, at work🏋🏽‍♀️🥙

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 7TH HOUSE: This is honestly such a sweet placement. You will lock eyes instantly and only see this other person even if you are in a crowded room. It might feel like a movie scene too, lol. They might initiate contact, at a social gathering, at a party. Even if it's a crowded place, it could be more of a one-on-one conversation/meeting💟💒💟

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 8TH HOUSE: Somewhere dark and unknown, maybe you can meet them when you are lost (they could help you find your way back to wherever it is you wanted to go), or in a dark alleyway (sounds shady asf but who knows lol). They might lend money to you if you run out (for instance, you wanted to buy a coffee but you suddenly seem to be out of money so they might offer to buy it for you), at a rave, after you've gone through a heartbreak, after you've faced some sort of loss 🖤🌑🍷

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 9TH HOUSE: Lmao this is a bit obvious but maybe through traveling, when you are in a foreign country, at the airport, when you're on vacation in an unknown country. High possibility of them being a foreigner, maybe in university, somewhere where there is a lot of curiosity—maybe an interesting lecture/course you decided to take up—they might also be there ✈️⛰️🗺️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Lol they could be your boss (boss x coworker romance maybe, haha), a formal setting. You can meet them through some meeting held in your workplace, somewhere where a lot of famous people are, a famous event, business partner, could be older than you, could work in the same industry, can even meet them through Linkedin lmao 💼📅🗃️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 11TH HOUSE: Two words—ONLINE DATING. Very high possibility of you meeting on a dating app or maybe just social media (Insta, Facebook, Twitter, etc.). Could also meet them when you're playing some online game, haha (Among Us, Roblox, Valorant). Your friends could introduce you to them, could be your best friend. They stand out to you in an endearing way, at a social event 👯📱👯‍♀️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Hmm, could meet when you're at a hospital, a graveyard, an asylum maybe. They could be a patient of yours (if in case you work in that industry), you could be their therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist/counselor as they could suffer from some mental disorders (just a speculation), a peaceful meeting, maybe at a meditation class. You might see them and lose sight of them too. They can be shy/stay hidden, but eventually divine intervention will occur and you two will definitely meet. There is a possibility that you could also meet at an aquarium 🐠🏥🧿

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[aventurineswife]

hallos and how are yous :3 I hope ur day/night is doing great, if not then, I just rlly hope it gets better really quickly!!!!!

may I request argenti, boothill, sunday, serval, and (whoever of your own choice!!) with a nonchalant, indifferent reader who barely — if not, almost never — shares a blink of emotion. they aren't like grumpy or anything, but their resting face is comically a blank slate like 😐 that its almost hilarious if one stares too long 🙏😭

however, one moment, while reader hangs out with [character] and said character yaps about whatever (they could be talking about arson and reader wouldn't give a flying damn)/doing something they like doing, a soft smile is present on the reader's face as they listen to [character] yap or watch them do something [character] likes. and then [character] notices reader smiling so fondly at their direction and even the reader doesn't even realize it themselves; however doesn't deny it and straightforwardly admits it when [character] points their smile out :3

I'm sorry if this is too long or smth— please, take ur time fre!! :D

In Your Words, I Find My Smile

Tags: Argenti x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Quiet Moments, Emotional Expression, Character Development, Soft Moments, Gentle Interaction, Lighthearted Conversations.

A/N: DW IT'S ALRIGHT, BESTIE!! 🤭💖

The evening sun bathed the landscape in a soft, golden hue. Argenti sat polishing his breastplate under a grand oak tree, its leaves rustling gently in the wind. You sat nearby on a patch of grass, leaning back against the tree with your characteristic expressionless demeanor. Arms crossed, gaze steady, you watched as Argenti spoke passionately about the latest village he had aided.

“And thus, with valor unyielding, I vanquished the fiend threatening the townsfolk,” Argenti proclaimed, his voice imbued with the flourish of a seasoned knight. His eyes sparkled as he gestured animatedly, his hair catching the sunlight. “T’was but my duty as a Knight of Beauty to uphold the sanctity of their humble lives!”

You nodded slightly, your expression unchanging. You weren’t indifferent to his words—you just didn’t express your emotions outwardly. Argenti didn’t seem to mind, though; he continued recounting his tale with fervor.

At some point, however, your gaze softened as you watched him. His dedication, his righteousness—it was admirable. The way he spoke with such passion, unyielding in his pursuit of beauty and justice, stirred something within you. Unknowingly, a small, tender smile crept onto your lips as you continued to observe him.

Argenti suddenly paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening slightly. “Hold, dear companion. Are mine eyes deceived, or doth a smile grace thine visage?”

Blinking, you touched your lips in surprise. Then, meeting his gaze, you said plainly, “Yeah. I guess I’m smiling.”

Argenti seemed taken aback for a moment before a wide, radiant grin spread across his face. “By the heavens, thy smile is a sight most wondrous! I am honored to have brought it forth.” He leaned forward slightly, his expression earnest. “Pray, what prompted such delight?”

You shrugged. “You just seem really happy talking about your work. It’s nice to see.”

For a moment, Argenti seemed stunned into silence. Then he rose dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “To inspire such fondness in thee, I am most humbled! Know that thy kind smile is a treasure I shall carry in my heart as a beacon of encouragement!”

You raised an eyebrow, amused despite yourself. “You don’t have to make it a big deal.”

“Nonsense!” he declared, his voice ringing out. “To a knight, every smile is sacred.”

The two of you sat around a campfire on a desolate planet. The sky was an endless black, stars twinkling faintly above. Boothill leaned back against a boulder, his hat tipped forward slightly, and a smirk playing on his lips as he recounted another one of his escapades.

“So there I was, cornered in the ol’ warehouse with them IPC lackeys comin’ in hot,” he drawled, his southern accent rich and rough-edged. “And wouldn’t ya know it, the only thing between me an’ gettin’ out clean was a busted pistol and a whole lotta attitude. Naturally, I—”

He paused to snicker, glancing at you to see if you were listening. Your face remained blank as ever, staring at the fire with a neutral expression.

“—I went an’ lit their fuel tanks on fire,” he finished, letting out a raspy laugh. “Biggest bang I ever made, lemme tell ya. Sent ‘em runnin’ like chickens with their tails on fire!”

You nodded, your lips still unmoving. Boothill eyed you suspiciously, then waved a hand in front of your face. “You alive in there, partner?”

“Yeah,” you replied simply.

He laughed again, shaking his head as he returned to his story. You watched him closely, your eyes tracing the way his hair caught the flickering firelight, the smirk that tugged at his sharp features, and the glint of mischief in his eyes. He was rough around the edges, sure, but there was something captivating about his energy, his unapologetic zest for revenge and chaos.

Without realizing it, you found yourself smiling softly.

Boothill stopped mid-sentence, narrowing his eyes at you. “Well, I’ll be damned. Is that a smile on yer face, sugar?”

You blinked, your fingers brushing your lips in realization. “Guess it is.”

His grin widened, all teeth and smug satisfaction. “Ain’t that somethin’? I must be funnier than I thought. Or is it somethin’ else?”

You shrugged, unbothered. “I just like seeing you enjoy yourself.”

He tipped his hat back, his grin softening into something almost fond. “Y’know, partner, I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

The soft hum of the Astral Express filled the lounge car as Sunday sat by one of the wide windows, his eyes tracing the swirling streaks of stars outside. You sat nearby, a book in hand, though you weren’t reading—it was mostly there to give you something to hold while you listened.

Sunday, as he often did, was talking.

“The Charmony Festival wasn’t just an event,” he murmured, his voice as gentle as the atmosphere around him. “It was a reflection of everything we hoped to preserve. Harmony, beauty, hope… even if it was fleeting.”

His hands rested on a cup of tea, untouched and cooling, as he leaned slightly forward. His feathered wings behind his ears twitched subtly, betraying the emotion behind his calm facade.

You sat across from him, your usual expressionless face giving nothing away as he continued. Even as he recounted stories of the festival—the shimmering lights, the release of doves, and the harmony it brought—you listened in silence.

But somewhere in his words, as he described the way the music had filled the air and brought strangers together, you felt a warmth stir within you. A soft smile unknowingly formed on your lips as you watched him speak. His passion and quiet yearning were undeniable, and it was… nice.

Sunday stopped mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing slightly as they focused on you. “Are you… smiling?”

You blinked, your hand brushing your lips in realization. “I guess I am.”

His wings fluttered, their movement betraying his surprise despite his otherwise composed demeanor. “Might I ask what inspired such a rare and remarkable expression?”

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze evenly. “You just seemed so lost in your memories. It’s nice to see you talk about something you love.”

Sunday was silent for a moment, the quiet hum of the train filling the space between you. Then, slowly, a faint, genuine smile graced his lips. “To bring joy to someone simply by speaking of the past… I had thought such a thing beyond me.”

“It’s not,” you said plainly, placing the book down. “You’re good at it.”

His eyes softened as he studied you, a quiet warmth filling his tone. “Thank you. I will endeavor to share more, should you wish it. Though rare, your smile is… comforting.”

You shrugged. “If you like.”

His smile lingered as he picked up his tea, finally taking a sip. “I do.”

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

‘I will be your champion. Your Knight of Stars. I am not valorous or virtuous, and I am not a . . . a lord, or a nobleman. I am not even a knight. But I will be your champion, Johanna. My Lady. If you will have me. If you will keep me.’

All The Painted Stars, Emma Denny

Art in the middle by @felrija 💖

[tavatinta]

👤(1) te envió una

🎶 Ponte Bonita - Yaronk Rouse 🎶

Esta canción es un llamado a la autoaceptación y al amor propio, resaltando la belleza interior y exterior de la persona. A través de un mensaje positivo, el cantante anima a reconocer el valor individual y a disfrutar de la vida con alegría y confianza.

💖 Ponte bonita 👑 Porque eres una princesa ✨ Dios ya te hizo perfecta 💯 Y el conoce tu valor 🌸 Ponte bonita 😊 Porque la vida es hermosa

solicitud de amistad

[angelap3]

✨ La vera bellezza agli occhi di un uomo maturo ✨

Quando un uomo raggiunge la maturità, smette di inseguire solo l’aspetto esteriore. Impara a vedere oltre, a cogliere l’essenza di una donna per ciò che è realmente.

Un uomo maturo ti accetterà senza condizioni: che tu abbia la pelle chiara o scura, che tu sia alta o minuta, snella o formosa, con smagliature o cicatrici. Non saranno queste caratteristiche a definire il tuo valore ai suoi occhi.

Per lui, sarai unica, speciale, la più preziosa. Non perché sei perfetta, ma perché sei autentica.

💖 La vera maturità è amare l’anima, non solo il corpo.

[bromeoanddudeliet]

I absolutely love Valorant with every fiber of my being 🤚😩🤚 anyways lmao here’s Gekko + some sketches ft. my Valorant agent (oc) Magik 🫰😏💖

✨✨✨✨✨

[marymunchkiin]

CLONES IN SUITS | ARC TROOPER FIVES

POV: You're about to leave the ball to go and explore the Senate building when you bump into Fives by the main doorway, his lips curved into a mischievous smirk and his uniform adorned by the Chancellor's Service Medal--a reminder of his valor in uncovering the plot of Order 66.

In this universe Fives succeeded in revealing Chancellor Palpatine's plans about Order 66 because the clones deserve a happy ending!!! 🥺🥺💖

Version without shadows:

Next on the list for the clones in suits series is Hunter, followed by Wolffe! 💗

@freesia-writes here he is <33

For a look at the versions of Commander Cody, Rex , Echo and Hunter (just a bonus version for Hunter but will be making a proper one as well as he is next), have a look at this post here 💖

[flan-tasma]

wriothesley with nurse reader???

where he 'accidentally' hurt himself, so he can see you. and you treat him for his wound

💖~ That's so cute!

Omg this is so pinche large

Ksjjdj I made a new banner for this man, I love him so much <33333

Warning: Nope now ✨, Fem!Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Trabajabas en un pequeño consultorio médico haciendo tareas pequeñas y revisando pacientes, anteriormente tu vida no tenía ningún chiste y se basaba en rutinas aburridas como repetirle a ancianos sus recetas y a los niños que no pueden correr por todos lados o se caerían,darles una paleta dulce por su valentía y salían de tu consultorio. Eso había cambiado cuando una noche encontraste al duque en la calle.

Cerca de tu hora de cierre y habiendo cumplido con todos los quehaceres que el doctor te había encomendado, el hombre de cabello oscuro parecía herido y apenas podía caminar con una gran cortada en su abdomen. No lo conocías, pero ayudarlo fue un gran cambio de tu rutina.

Wriothesley había convencido a Sigewinne de tomarte bajo su ala y hacerte parte de su equipo en el Fuerte Merópide, por lo que tenías un nuevo lugar de trabajo y era bastante bueno, habías logrado una amistad con tus compañeros y era más divertido estar con ellos que en tu soledad con el viejo doctor malhumorado con el que trabajabas antes. La razón de tu cambio se reveló como Wriothesley diciendo que tenías talento en tu campo, y no ibas a negar que era verdad y que tu orgullo creció cuando te lo dijeron, pero eso era solo una mentira piadosa para lo que el duque realmente quería.

A ti, entendiste un día cuando notaste que el señor siempre llegaba en algún momento del día y tenía algunas heridas debajo de su ropa o sus vendas oscuras. Te pediría que lo ayudes y al inicio te aseguraste de hacer un buen trabajo para que no te despidan. Se creó una nueva rutina que no era precisamente aburrida pues Wriothesley mantenía un semblante curioso.

No sonreía mucho a menos que se dijera algún chiste para aliviar el ambiente, pero su rostro serio pintado con polvo rojo en su rostro era imposible de ignorar y reírte para ti misma. Hoy no fue una excepción.

"Lo estaba esperando, señor." Hablaste con burla y un sospechoso rostro serio, Wriothesley tembló y sus mejillas se sonrojaron más al verte pedirle que tome asiento. "¿Qué lo aqueja el día de hoy?"

Wriothesley no tenía una gran seguridad de hablarte a ti, prueba de eso era que no te había visto a los ojos desde la primera noche en que lo curaste, pero siempre hacía eso de aclarar su garganta para tomar valor.

"Peleé con algunos monstruos cuando venía aquí..." El noble tembló bajo tu mirada que escaneaba sus brazos y sus piernas, sus rostros y sus manos, y no parecía haber nada fuera de lugar. Sus músculos y las cicatrices que se asomaban entre su ropa seguían siendo las mismas que ya conocías.

"Y sus heridas están en..." Esperabas que Wriothesley te dijera que estaba detrás de él, tal vez cerca de su codo o en sus pantorrillas, no esperabas que empezara a quitarse la camisa. Sus músculos se marcaban más deliciosamente cuando no los cubrían la ropa, el vello en sus brazos y pecho era oscuro y se te hizo agua la boca hasta que se dio vuelta y su belleza era derrotada por una gran herida en su espalda. "Arcontes, ¿cómo llegó hasta aquí con eso? Por favor, quédese quieto."

Atendiste la herida desinfectando los alrededores y usando tus ungüentos antes de vendar su espalda. Por el tamaño de los rasguños debió ser un Mitachurl determinado a no dejar en pie a su enemigo, fuera de eso, la profundidad de la herida no requería sutura. Wriothesley había permanecido callado y mirando tu rostro serio a través del espejo de la sala, sin hacer un solo ruido y perdido en tus expresiones. Sabía que no podría pasar mucho tiempo más contigo, no encontraba otra manera de hablarte más que pedirte exclusivamente a ti que lo cures, pero hoy haría un nuevo movimiento para su plan: invitarte a salir.

Cuando acabaste y le diste las instrucciones para que no se dañara más su herida, él hacía pequeños sonidos para demostrar que estaba atento. Cuando te vio tomar su ropa sucia de tierra y sangre le dijiste que lo mandarías a lavar si no era mucha molestia.

"Puedo hacerlo yo, no sé preocupe, mademoiselle" Wriothesley se levantó de su silla y le ayudaste a ponerse erguido a pesar de su dolor. Tus manos, aunque estaban enguantadas, producían cosquillas contra la piel del noble que soltó un suspiro, sus mejillas volvieron a tomar su profundo tono rojo y tembló al no poder decir lo que deseaba. "Yo... ¿Puede por favor...?"

No sabías qué iba a pedir, pero tu mirada fija en sus ojos lo alteró y bajó la mirada. No era momento de coquetear, pensaste, deberías ayudarlo a sentirse mejor. "¿Quiere algo más, señor Wriothesley?"

Cubriendo su boca con la palma de su mano y con la mirada fija en algo más que no eras tu, asintió. Seguiste su mirada y sonreíste, el te vio de reojo y su corazón palpitó con más fuerza cuando te alejaste, el ruido del metal y el vidrio no lo alertó de la realidad, en su cabeza habían mil escenarios fantasiosos, uno más dulce que el otro. Con esas situaciones en mente no necesitaría azúcar en su té en dos semanas.

"Está bien, puede tener uno." Tal vez le darías un beso para que se sienta mejor, podría besar la herida o incluso solo acariciar su rostro, tal vez un abrazo para que tenga fuerzas para trabajar el resto del día. Sus fantasías cayeron en lo profundo del mar de Fontaine cuando le diste una paleta ya sin envoltorio.

Abrió la boca con la cara compitiendo contra la paleta de cereza y se la diste para que la probara. Una lluvia de afirmaciones acerca de ser muy valiente y haberse quedado quieto, todo con tu mismo tono burlón que al inicio. El Alcaide del Fuerte Merópide se golpeó la frente mientras se levantaba para huir estratégicamente y salvar algo de su dignidad.

"Vuelva cuando quiera, señor Wriothesley." Tu voz terminó con una risa que atormentaría sus sueños por un tiempo.

English:

You worked in a small doctor's office doing small tasks and checking on patients. Previously your life didn't have much meaning and was based on boring routines like repeating recipes to the elderly and giving children who can't run everywhere or they would fall, giving them a sweet lollipop for their bravery and they left your office. That had changed when one night you found the duke on the street.

Near your closing time and having completed all the chores that the doctor had given you, the dark-haired man seemed injured and could barely walk with a large cut on his abdomen. You didn't know him, but helping him was a big change from your routine.

Wriothesley had convinced Sigewinne to take you under her wing and make you part of his team at Fortress of Meropide, so you had a new place of work and it was pretty good, you had made friends with your colleagues and it was more fun to be with them than in your solitude with the grumpy old doctor you worked with before. The reason for your change was revealed as Wriothesley saying that you were talented in your field, and you weren't going to deny that it was true and that your pride grew when you were told it, but that was just a white lie for what the duke really wanted.

You, understood one day when you noticed that the man always arrived at some time of the day and had some wounds under his clothes or his dark bandages. He would ask you to help him and at the beginning you made sure to do a good job so that you wouldn't get fired. A new routine was created that wasn't exactly boring because Wriothesley kept a curious face.

He didn't smile much unless a joke was told to lighten the mood, but his serious face painted with red powder on his face was impossible to ignore and laugh to yourself. Today he was no exception.

"I was waiting for you, sir." You spoke with mockery and a suspiciously serious face, Wriothesley trembled and his cheeks blushed redder as he saw you ask him to take a seat. "What ails you today?"

Wriothesley didn't have great confidence about talking to you, proof of that was that he hadn't seen your eyes since the first night you healed him, but he always did that thing of clearing his throat to gain courage.

"I fought some monsters when I came here..." The noble trembled under your gaze that scanned his arms and his legs, his faces and his hands, and there didn't seem to be anything out of place. His muscles and the scars that showed through his clothes were still the same ones you already knew.

"And his wounds are on..." You expected Wriothesley to tell you that it was behind him, maybe near his elbow or on his calves, you didn't expect him to start taking off his shirt. His muscles were more deliciously visible when they were not covered by clothing, the hair on his arms and chest was dark and made your mouth water until he turned around and his beauty was defeated by a large gash on his back "Archons, how did he get here with that? Please stay still."

You tended to the wound by disinfecting the surroundings and using your ointments before bandaging his back. Given the size of the scratches, a Mitachurl must have been determined not to leave his enemy standing; apart from that, the depth of the wound did not require sutures. Wriothesley had remained silent and looking at your serious face through the living room mirror, without making a single sound and lost in your expressions. He knew that he couldn't spend much more time with you, he couldn't find any other way to talk to you other than asking you exclusively to heal him, but today he would make a new move for his plan: ask you out.

When you finished and gave him instructions so that his wound would not be damaged further, he made small sounds to show that he was attentive. When he saw you take his clothes dirty with dirt and blood, you told him that you would send him to wash them if it wasn't too much trouble.

"I can do it, don't worry, mademoiselle" Wriothesley stood up from his chair and you helped him stand upright despite his pain. Your hands, although they were gloved, tickled against the skin of the nobleman who let out a sigh, his cheeks returned to their deep red tone and he trembled as he could not say what he wanted. "I... Can you please...?"

You didn't know what he was going to ask for, but your gaze on his eyes upset him and he lowered his gaze. This wasn't the time to flirt, you thought, you should help him feel better. "Would you like anything else, Monsieur Wriothesley?"

Covering his mouth with the palm of his hand and staring at something else that wasn't you, he nodded. You followed his gaze and smiled, he saw you out of the corner of his eye and his heart beat harder when you walked away, the noise of metal and glass did not alert him to reality, in his head there were a thousand fantasy scenarios, one sweeter than the other. With those situations in mind he wouldn't need sugar in his tea for two weeks.

"It's okay, you can have one." Maybe you would give him a kiss to make his feel better, you could kiss the wound or even just caress his face, maybe a hug so he has the strength to work the rest of the day. His fantasies fell into the depths of the Fontaine sea when you gave him an unwrapped lollipop.

He opened his mouth, his face competing against the cherry popsicle, and you handed it to him to try. A shower of statements about being very brave and staying still, all with the same mocking tone as at the beginning. The Warden of Fort Meropide slapped his forehead as he stood up to strategically flee and save some of his dignity.

"Come back anytime, Monsieur Wriothesley." Your voice ended with a laugh that would haunt his dreams for a while.

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Dawn ends the Night

Aemond Targaryen x Dayne!Reader

Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warning: All warnings on the Series Masterlist, will update if necessary (Re-iterating, no minors allowed! Thank you)

Chapter Summary: As a newly woman grown, you learn of your fate as a woman in a men's world.

Notes: Guess who's back? Back again?! I AM BACK (again)!

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Prologue - The Ghost of Starfall

All your life, your father had assured you that you would marry into the Martel family, destined to reign over Dorne like the ancient Dayne kings of the Torentine. But these plans shifted when Quoren Martell welcomed his daughter, Aliandra, who was destined to become the future Princess of Dorne and Lady of Sunspear. And although the Dornish were much more unrestrained than their counterparts on the continent, you were quite certain that they would not accept you becoming the princess’ consort. Two women officially ruling Dorne? Even that would be a bit too radical for the love-loving Dornishmen.  

After his plans to make you the future ruling princess of Dorne fell through, your father started to envision a different future for you. You could still vividly recall nights spent perched on his knee, gazing up at the starlit sky. The cool desert breeze caressing your skin as you looked on in awe, your father's voice weaving tales of the grand life awaiting you as the Lady of Starfall. Those few precious moments, however, faded into memory with the arrival of your 13th birthday and the birth of Gerris. That misty morning marked a shift in everything when your brother came into the world screaming his little lungs out marked the end of your future as the Lady of the Dawn. As although Dorne's inheritance laws, shaped by Nymeria and the Roynar, endorsed absolute primogeniture, the stony Dornish your kin, those with deep roots in the First Men and the Andals, still favored the firstborn son. Technically, you knew you could challenge this tradition. You had the right, the means, and perhaps even the support of Qoren Martell to retain your birthright. 

Yet, as you watched your father, his eyes brimming with wonder and joy at the sight of his newborn son, a decision settled quietly within 13 years old you. And with a heavy heart but resolute spirit, you chose to step aside. You withdrew silently, without protest or fanfare, setting aside your claim for the love of your family. And as the years passed you by, you found yourself amid whispers and wishes for Gerris who was still but a babe, to inherit the revered honor of your house — the title of “Sword of the Morning," a symbol of unmatched valor and prestige among your kin, that only the braves and more chivalrous could inherit. Each mention from the courtiers was a poignant reminder of your own path, not as a son of House Dayne, but as its daughter. Not as the lady of the castle, but as its ghost, a ghost of better times, simpler times. But in quieter moments, you tried to find solace in the belief that there were other, perhaps more subtle, ways to serve and honor your family. You had read all that there was to read about rulership, about history and about philosophy and you knew that true power could manifest in a myriad of forms, not solely in the strength of arms. As you gaze upon the intricate tapestry of your family's history, you knew that your role was no less significant and that you would radiate with your own bright light. 

But for you, whispers of Dawn or grand destinies were absent, their echoes replaced by a more pragmatic reality. In place of tales of great adventures beyond the narrow sea, the halls of Starfall began to fill with a different kind of anticipation. The noble houses of Blackmont, Toland, Uller, and even the Yronwood sent their envoys and heirs. This cavalcade of suitors, a stark contrast to the dreams of your future before Gerris’ birth solidified your new role within the walls of your father’s castle. It was a shift, subtle yet profound, marking both an end and a beginning. You were no longer the future ruling Lady of House Dayne; you were now a key figure in its political future. 

Duty became a familiar companion, yet melancholia was your closest confidante, a shadow that dimmed the brightest of days. This deep-seated wistfulness made entertaining suitors an arduous task and instead, you found solace gazing from the high castle walls, eyes wandering over the sandy mounds and the winding Torentine, over the stony mountains that cradled Starfall away from the continent's heart. 

There, atop those ancient walls, you would lose yourself in dreams, wrapped in the embrace of solitude. It was in these moments of quiet reflection that you yearned to be something more, something beyond the expectations set upon you. They began to call you the 'Ghost of Starfall'. An ethereal presence, haunting the corridors and ramparts, a spirit adrift in her own thoughts, her dreams unfulfilled and stretching endlessly before her. 

But to your astonishment, your father never sanctioned any betrothals. Representatives from Yronwood, Blackmont, and Uller came and went, each departing without a pledge from the enigmatic ghost of Starfall. You refrained from asking why, harboring a fear that your inquiry might prompt your father to reconsider, possibly sending you away from your beloved star-gazing haven to the austere castles of Uller or the strict Yronwood. 

After your father's latest refusal of a suitor — a young, landed knight from the Reach, his brown curls soft and eyes a mesmerizing blend of green flecked with gold — you looked at your father, filled with uncertainty. “He seemed kind father.” you softly whispered. You could imagine yourself marrying this man, with long lazy days spent gazing into his warm eyes.  In response, your father rose from his starry throne and approached you, placing a gentle kiss on your brow. "My little star deserves more than a mere knight," he said softly. "I will find you a suitor worthy of the starry heavens, my sweet love." After this declaration, suitors ceased to arrive. 

Until this morning. 

In the dim pre-dawn light, your mother gently roused you, her movements quiet in the stillness before the castle stirred to life. With tender hands, she dressed you, her fingers weaving your hair into an intricate half-up updo, the lower strands cascading in soft curls. Her touch was soothing, almost melodic, as she adorned you in a gown of white and purple samite. Its gauzy sleeves fluttered ethereally, transforming you into the very ghost of legend whispered in the halls of Starfall. 

"Is it time?" you asked, a hint of apprehension in your voice, as she fastened a necklace around your neck, its purple stone shaped like a star glimmering softly. 

In lieu of a direct answer, she pressed a kiss to your forehead, her lips whispering a silent prayer. "Come, my sweet girl," she murmured softly into your hair. "Today, you must be strong." Hand in hand, she led you towards your father’s personal solar, each step resonating into the stillness of the morning.  

As you and your mother stepped into the solar, a sense of confusion washed over you. Before you, your father and Prince Qoren Martell stood in hushed, intense discussion, surrounded by a sea of scattered papers. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they failed to notice your entrance, prompting a deliberate cough from your mother. 

"Ahem," she cleared her throat pointedly, breaking their focus. 

The two men spun around, their expressions shifting from concentration to surprise. Your mother regarded them with a mildly unimpressed gaze, her poise unshakable. 

"My lords, a touch of gallantry, if you please," she chided lightly, gesturing towards you. 

As their eyes found you, you executed a graceful curtsy, the fabric of your gown whispering against the floor. Prince Qoren's face broke into a broad smile at the sight. 

"No need for such formality, my dear," he chuckled warmly. "Look at you, outshining the stars themselves! Fortunately, you've inherited your mother's beauty and not your father's," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mirth. 

A blush crept across your cheeks at his words. "Thank you, Prince Qoren," you replied shyly, "Your flattery is most kind." 

"It's not flattery if it's the truth, my dear," Prince Qoren Martell retorted with a playful wink. A heavy silence then descended upon the room, enveloping your parents and your distinguished guest, the great prince of the lands you called home. You felt like an unwitting participant in a jest whose punchline you didn't know, the unwitting fool in an unspoken joke. Yet, no laughter broke the silence. Compelled by your uneasy curiosity, you posed the question that hung unspoken in the air. 

"The journey from Sunspear must have been arduous, my Prince. We are honored by your visit," you began, your voice steady. "May I inquire as to the urgency of your need for me this early, and why the esteemed Prince of Dorne would grace us with his presence?" 

"Your wit matches your beauty, Lady," Prince Qoren replied with a sincere smile. "I've traveled from my home to discuss a certain missive, one that concerns both your father, yourself and the future of Dorne." 

"I gather this missive must be of great import to summon me before even the servants begin their day," you ventured, a hint of steel in your voice. "It seems a matter of secrecy." 

"Indeed, my daughter," your father interjected. "We've received a proposal regarding your hand in marriage." 

"And who might this suitor be, that his proposal warrants Prince Qoren's personal involvement?" you asked, your eyebrow arching with skepticism. 

"As your father's dear friend and as someone who has always taken a keen interest in your future, my Lady, all of Dorne has its eyes on you," the prince answered, meeting your gaze. 

Your skepticism remained. "So much so that it necessitates a journey from Sunspear?" 

Your mother, sensing the rising tension, interjected softly, "Come, sit with us, my dear." As you took your seat, your father tenderly grasped your hands, planting a soft kiss upon your knuckles. "The Dragons have expressed interest in you," he revealed, his voice laced with a mixture of pride and concern. 

Your breath hitched at the mention of 'Dragons.' There was only one house in all of Westeros and beyond that was associated with the winged fire breathing beasts. Starfall knew more than anyone else the dangers of their fire and of their wrath. 

Prince Qoren clarified, "This request likely originated from Otto Hightower. Our spies from the capital suggest the Greens are maneuvering for the throne. With old Viserys nearing his end, they're placing their pieces on the cyvasse board. Hightower may be a contemptible leech, but his cunning is undeniable." He stroked his dark beard thoughtfully 

But why would Otto Hightower want me?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of confusion and urgency. "Dorne isn't even part of their kingdom! We've aligned with the Triarchy and have been opposing the dragons since their arrival on our shores." The plea in your voice was evident as you looked over your parents and your prince, who stood unmoving yet deep in thoughts.  

"That is precisely why Otto Hightower is interested – not just in you, but in Dorne," Qoren Martell explained gravely, looking into your eyes. "We Dornish have a history of standing against dragons. We've never bowed, broken, or bent the knee. We know how to fight them, and we know hot to kill them. Now, Hightower wants our alliance to counter Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen's claim when they make their move for the throne." 

"But is Princess Rhaenyra not the legitimate heir? By Dornish law, she should be the future queen. If we were to engage in their politics, should we not we support the Blacks?" you questioned.   

"We might have aligned with Princess Rhaenyra," Qoren admitted with a hint of regret, "if not for her union with Daemon Targaryen. Remember the Stepstones? That debacle alone shows why it's dangerous for Daemon to wield any real power. He's not just a rogue; he's a warmonger." 

Qoren paused, weighing his words carefully. "Should Rhaenyra ascend the throne, Daemon would be right there, whispering in her ear. And let us be frank, he'd relish any excuse to launch an assault on Dorne, trying to conquer what Aegon the Conqueror couldn't. Whether it's for personal glory or just to satisfy his lust for war, it's a risk we cannot afford." 

A shudder ran through you at the thought of Dorne, bloodied and broken. Determined to prevent such a fate for your people, you asked in a subdued tone, "What is expected of me?" 

"Oh, my sweet girl," your mother murmured, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "You are not obliged to do anything. If you wish, we will send Otto Hightower away with a message to shove his seven-pointed star straight up his arse, and we will stand against Daemon Targaryen if need be." she tearfully proclaim, her face in your hair.  

"You won't be forced into anything you're not willing to embrace. As for Otto Hightower, trust isn't a luxury I afford him as my experience with this man has taught me to be wary of his machinations. He is adept at playing the long game, and his latest maneuver is quite telling. By extending this proposal to your father and deliberately excluding me, he seeks to sow seeds of discord, perhaps hoping to weaken the unity that has long been our strength.His intentions, I surmise, are to draw you into the Hightower fold through marriage. Such a union could potentially sway Dorne's allegiance in the looming conflict for the Iron Throne."  

Pausing, Qoren looked out the window, then back at you with a solemn expression. "This is not merely a question of matrimony. It is a strategic move and our response will shape the future, not just for us, but for all of Dorne." 

You furrowed your brow in contemplation. "Why would we even entertain his proposal if his intent is to divide us?" you questioned. 

Prince Qoren's expression turned shrewd, cunning playing in his dark brown eyes"Precisely because we understand his motives. By accepting his offer on our terms, we control the game. It's like holding all the key pieces in cyvasse; we dictate the moves, and we can make the dragons dance to our tune." 

Your mind whirled, grappling with the enormity of everything they were telling you.  

"Consider carefully, my little star," your father said, "This decision rests in your hands. Whatever path you choose, know that we stand with you." 

"If I agree, may I set my own terms?" you asked softly.  

"Of course, my Lady," Qoren grants. 

"Accept Otto Hightower’s offer of marriage, tell him that we will aid him in his future conflict against Daemon Targaryen and the Blacks, but it comes with a non-negotiable stipulation: Dorne's independence is sacrosanct. We shall not yield to Targaryen sovereignty. Instead, we shall stand as allies, lending our support whilst retaining our autonomy. This, of course, hinges on your approval, Prince Qoren." 

Your mother's face registered shock. "But that would mean you'd be separating from Dorne, becoming part of their realm, no longer ours." 

“If it spares Dorne from being shackled by dragons, then I am willing to pay that price," you declared, feeling a shiver trace its way down your spine. With those words, you realized all that you were giving up. No longer would you be a daughter of Dorne; gone would be the nights spent stargazing from the ramparts, where stars seemed close enough to touch. You would miss the long walks on the ancient, stony steps, each one etched from the history of your ancestors. 

Gone, too, would be the fierce embrace of the desert sun in the mornings, its rays painting the sands in hues of gold and amber. You would yearn for the sweet scent of orange blossoms, a fragrance that always seemed to hold the very essence of your homeland. Instead, you would find yourself in the capital, and it would be there, in a place far from the lands that shaped you, that you would remain until the end of your days. 

My brave girl, stronger than any man in this land. A true Nymeria reborn," your mother said, her voice tinged with pride and sorrow. 

You mustered a smile, though it tasted bitter on your lips. "Nymeria was never bartered to a man she did not know. She carved her own destiny, fiercely and freely." 

"My girl..." your mother began, but you cut her off gently. 

"It's alright, Mother. I will fulfill my role to the end," you assured her, your voice steady, but your inside twisted uncomfortably. Who were you trying to convince, her or yourself? Your mother's breath hitched at your words, she closed her eyes holding you closer as if you would become a babe again, clutching at her skirts – not nearly a woman grown, ready to be delivered into the claws of the enemy.  

"Rest assured," your father added sternly, "If the dragons dare mistreat you, we will not shy away from invoking Joffrey Dayne's legacy and we will burn their city like their cursed beasts!” 

A pause hung in the air before you finally asked, "Who is it that Otto Hightower has in mind for me to marry?" 

"The King's second son, Prince Aemond Targaryen... the one-eyed prince.” 

Next chapter

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello!~ I would like to ask you to write headcanons about Sai Nanami (Dr. Stone) and his everyday life with his s/o in the modern world. Thank you in advance!💖

Hello girlypop! I hope you’re doing well! Imma name you 🔹anon! I love Sai so much I got so excited when I saw his name so I hope you enjoy💝

Sai Nanami Headcanons💘

Let’s start with how you two met

There was a preview to a new Dragon Quest that was exclusive to attendants at a gaming convention 

So Sai definitely had to go! 

Francois and even Ryusui helped him disguise himself so a whole mob of people wouldn’t bombard him 

He stood in line super early like any good fan and was even one of the of the people in the front row

It just so happen that you were sitting right next to him 

While he was waiting for the preview to start, he pulled his phone out and began playing Pokémon Go

“Which team are you on?”

Your voice startles Sai. He looks to his side and sees the most beautiful person he’s ever seen

You show him your screen. “I’m Valor.”

“M-mystic…”

“Dang! Guess that means we’re rivals!” You giggle softly

You mess with your hair, a little embarrassed. “My name’s (y/n).”

When you see his blushing red, nervous face it’s got to be the cutest thing in the world

“S-Sai..” he mumbles.

There’s an awkward silence between the two of you until the show starts, then the both of you get lively 

When you both see your favorite characters and new ones you cheer and clap

What’s the trailer is done you get your stuff to leave

“D-do you w-wanna hunt Pokémon with me?”

And with that you both became close

To Sai’s huge relief you’ve never heard of the Nanami Conglomerate before 

“We make boats? We’re one the richest families around?”

You just shake your head

Ryusui puts on this huge extravagant setup so Sai can ask you out, only for Sai to nearly faint from nerves

You accepted either way

Dating Sai can have its ups downs 

If you’re a really outgoing person it’s really hard to get him to go out much.

“Come on Sai let’s go dancing!”

“O-oh…but I’m not that good, so I’ll just ruin your night… it’s alright go without me.”

BUT one thing Sai will quickly take back everything he said if he saw how disappointed you looked

As he said, he is not the best but he really does try

Even though he wants to leave earlier than you’d like, you still can’t deny that you had a good time

I really feel like Sai would like a person who is more indoorsy but not necessarily shy, just quiet (if that makes any sense at all)

His favorite thing to do with you of course is play video games, no matter what game it is 

I also think he’d teach you how to build your own computer 

You get so fascinated by Sai’s enthusiasm. He normally isn’t so talkative or excited but when he’s building computers it’s a while different story 

Of course he’d try your hobbies as well

If you liked to read he’d try some of your favorite books or if you liked to draw he’d do his best to draw you something nice

None of the Nanami’s are cooks💀

But he’d try to learn for you! 

He’d mainly learn the basics though, like eggs💀

Anything else he’ll gladly hand it over to Francois

Sai also doesn’t sleep

You’ll see him on his PC at like midnight 

So you’ll squeeze in on his lap and fall asleep there

It’s honestly his favorite thing in the world

It also encourages him to go to bed because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable! So he’ll gently carry you to your shared bed, and as soon as he feels how soft the mattress is he’ll pass out with you