#「 ＃ 」 IC. ☆ — WOVEN OF EARTH. ❞

[iamthescalesofjustice]

over a decade late on this but maybe we should all just go ahead and call da2 ‘dragon age: exodus’ like it was originally going to be

#like as a title it has such obvious thematic significance over the generic 2 #unfortunately you apparently cant stop gamers from coming away with the most rancid and ice cold takes on planet earth #given *gestures at the bizarre pro-templar section of the da fandom* despite there being multiple deliberate references to real world #atrocities woven into the plot but like. for whatever reason a big chunk of people genuinely dont seem to realize that elthina is #more than just an old lady priestess that people respect for some reason and completely disregard what her actual job and role are and the #fact that she very much is taking actions (even aside from the part where pointed inaction in these cases is itself an action) during the #events of the game and you are not supposed to buy her flimsy act #anyway maybe if they called it exodus it would be more obvious to some players that she is the pharaoh in this situation and why thats bad

[sungracd]

another (and hopefully final) tag update, don’t mind meee

#✧ · ˚ . what is to give light must endure burning . hc. #✧ · ˚ . a heart of both honey and wildfire . introspect. #✧ · ˚ . sunlight and flowers woven in your hair . aes. #✧ · ˚ . your skin burns gold in its light . portrait. #✧ · ˚ . the city is no place for angels . main. #✧ · ˚ . light in the darkness of limbo . main. #✧ · ˚ . heaven and hell on earth . main. #✧ · ˚ . and let me purify myself a saint . genshin. #✧ · ˚ . the price of loyalty is steep . vii. #✧ · ˚ . the earth speaks in flowers . vii. #✧ · ˚ . to find peace in a lifetime of war . 3h. #✧ · ˚ . secrets within the city walls . fates. #✧ · ˚ . answered prayers . asks. #✧ · ˚ . writing prompts . memes. #✧ · ˚ . shine your light for the world to see . promotions. #✧ · ˚ . wishlist . out. #✧ · ˚ . jasmine flower emoji when? . out. #✧ · ˚ . treasured memories . saved. #✧ · ˚ . free for all . open. #✧ · ˚ . light is easy to love; show me your darkness . ic.

[enchantedwitchling]

The Magic of Everyday: How I Find Witchcraft in the Ordinary.

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Do you ever stop to marvel at the enchantment that surrounds us, hidden in plain sight? As I delve deeper into my journey of practicing witchcraft, I've come to realize that magic isn't just about casting grand spells or performing elaborate rituals—it's woven into the very fabric of our everyday lives.

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Join me as I embark on this enchanting exploration of "The Magic of Everyday," where I'll reveal how I find witchcraft in the ordinary and embrace the extraordinary in the mundane.

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Morning Brew, Morning Spells ☕🔮 Every morning, as the sun rises and the world awakens, I stand by the window, cradling my warm mug of tea or coffee, or in the summer months with iced drinks (I love an iced coffee!). With every sip, I imbue my drink with intentions of clarity and peace.

The Language of Plants and Crystals 🌿💎 During my daily walks, I've discovered a secret language spoken by the plants and crystals. The rustling leaves whisper ancient wisdom, while the sparkling crystals hum with energy. Nature, the most potent spell caster, teaches me to be still, listen, and learn.

Embracing the Elements 🌊🔥💨🌍 The elements surround us at all times, and recognising their presence is a powerful key to unlock everyday magic. I breathe in the fresh air, feel the earth beneath my feet, and let the rain cleanse my spirit. When I light a candle, I invoke the transformative power of fire. By connecting with the elements, I connect with the core of existence.

Enchanted Home Space 🏠✨ My home is my sacred space, a sanctuary for my craft. I've adorned it with little altars and candles, which I light to honour the spirits that reside within these walls. Cleansing my space with smoke incense purifies and refreshes the energy, filling the air with positive vibrations.

Moonlit Dream weaving 🌙🌌 Under the moon's tender gaze, I venture into the realm of dreams. I keep a dream journal by my bedside, capturing the mysteries that unfold during the night. In the gentle light of the moon, I feel closer to the universal energy that weaves us all together.

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In the grand tapestry of life, there's magic in the ordinary—waiting for us to embrace it with wonder and gratitude. By cherishing these moments, we tap into the essence of witchcraft, where intention and reverence converge.

So, as you go about your day, remember to pause, breathe, and observe the magic that surrounds you. Whether it's in the flight of a butterfly, the sparkle of dew on a leaf, or the warmth of a friend's smile, the enchantment of everyday life awaits your discovery.

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#baby witch #beginner witch #book of shadows #closet witch #divination #grimoire #magick #witch #witch community #witch tips #everyday magic #self discovery #mindfulness #intentional living #gratitude #witches of tumblr #solitary witch #eclectic witch #spellwork #witchcraft community #witchcraft 101 #witchcraft #witch blog #witchblr #witchy things #witchythings #spellcraft #witchlife #rituals #spellcasting

[yuellii]

could you maybe write something with zima/зима :3? i loved your writings with neuvilette!!!!

“ Now... now I'm going out for a walk... The moonlight is... beautiful... It's good for writing... Maybe... you should try to write a poem too. ” — zima / gn reader

There’s a particular silence in the air in which you have yet to get accustomed to; but for Zima, it was his comfortably preferred state of existence.

He does not speak a word to you in the middle of this cold expanse, the top of his cheeks a snowy pink hue as the bottom half of his face is buried warm under the top of his coat. This old, stone bridge was icy, yet it was glimmering under the brilliant moonlight. A mere simplicity his eyes followed—from the cracks of stone to the sightless ocean, from the ocean to the cloudless sky, and from the sky to the lonely moon. A serenity that encompassed nature; also only a serenity that encompassed you.

You, who encompassed his blanking mind of ethereal solace no poet could ever portray.

Due to his nature of silence, though it does not register to him—perhaps it does not occur to you how lines and lines of the prettiest sentences form in his head just at the sight of you, nor the penmanship inking the inner folds of his sleeves. They were stained with all the words he can think of to describe you, and all the rhyming lines that rivaled you to the royalty and to the heavens. He was quite dramatic at heart… But you didn’t need to know that.

No, not when he can barely form words around you. Not when sometimes, he has too many words to say and he cannot speak a single one of them. Not when you cloud his thoughts with foreign phrases—so admirably, and so helplessly lovestruck in analogy—he can’t even begin to try and translate to English. And so he keeps his mouth shut under his coat, choosing a silence he knows so well.

He sees you stop at the top of the bridge from his peripherals, halting in his steps to join as you stare out into the moonlit ocean. You were just as cold as he was—he could see it in the crinkle of your eyes; but when your head leans to rest on his arm, there’s a beating of his heart that makes him feel warmer than a fire.

“Are you cold?” you ask, gently like the brushing waves below.

“…No.”

It’s so artful, painfully woven like ribbon around his eyes, like he’s blinded by your brilliance in rivalry to the moon. Any poet would kill for a muse like you.

Yet, he still can’t find the words.

Maybe one day, he’ll be able to ink something. Maybe one day, his pen will be able to form something as beautiful as you are. But for now, in this present moment ( from the moon, to the stars, to the ocean, and to the ever-gleaming ice framing perfectly around the Earth ), even all nature were utterly minuscule to the way he thought of you.

🕰️ ;; thankyew anon for liking all my neuvillette fics because i hope they are clear to show how absolutely deranged and delusional i am over him ( insanity )

#st. pavlov foundation #reverse 1999 x reader #зима #зима reverse 1999 #зима x reader #zima #zima x reader #reverse 1999

[asongoficeandfiresource]

Nagga had been the first sea dragon, the mightiest ever to rise from the waves. She fed on krakens and leviathans and drowned whole islands in her wrath, yet the Grey King had slain her and the Drowned God had changed her bones to stone so that men might never cease to wonder at the courage of the first of kings. Nagga's ribs became the beams and pillars of his longhall, just as her jaws became his throne. For a thousand years and seven he reigned here, Aeron recalled. Here he took his mermaid wife and planned his wars against the Storm God. From here he ruled both stone and salt, wearing robes of woven seaweed and a tall pale crown made from Nagga's teeth. But that was in the dawn of days, when mighty men still dwelt on earth and sea. The hall had been warmed by Nagga's living fire, which the Grey King had made his thrall. On its walls hung tapestries woven from silver seaweed most pleasing to the eyes. The Grey King's warriors had feasted on the bounty of the sea at a table in the shape of a great starfish, whilst seated upon thrones carved from mother-of-pearl. Gone, all the glory gone. Men were smaller now. Their lives had grown short. The Storm God drowned Nagga's fire after the Grey King's death, the chairs and tapestries had been stolen, the roof and walls had rotted away. Even the Grey King's great throne of fangs had been swallowed by the sea. Only Nagga's bones endured to remind the ironborn of all the wonder that had been. -- AFFC

A Song of Ice and Fire Calendar 2024 || the Grey King by Justin Sweet

#grey king #house greyjoy #iron islands #asoiaf #asoiafedit #asoiaf art #justin sweet #official art

[xxdemonicheartxx]

Flight Rising flights but as art mediums:

There are some overlaps in mediums since dragons are so tight knit and far spread

Earth: tile work/mosaics, jewelry work, ceramics, stone sculpture, chalk, clay work, plaster, leather work, rain chains

Water: plaster work, woven tapestries, shell jewelry and chimes, pearl inlays, decorative sails and flags, basket weaving, sandstone carving, watercolors, mirrors and glass sculptures

Shadow: optical illusions, black and white photography, puzzle boxes, uranium glass work, maybe iron work, mycology arrangements, shadow boxes, gouache, anything that involves glowing in the dark

Light: stone carving and gold foiled painting, sometimes tapestry weaving to depict an image or scene, impressionism, oil paint, tempera, portraiture, clothing and attire, mirrors, pigment making

Plague: hyper realism, and taxidermy, ceramics, bone carvings, tattoos, ink block prints, collage art, murals, leather work, totems and large outdoor installations

Nature: floral arrangements, dye work, wood work, candle making, hot wax painting, landscaping, rain chains, wind chimes, tapestries, needle felting, carpentry, animal cosmetics (haircuts, animal safe dye, nail and claw painting, etc), apparel/clothing, pigment making

Ice: needle felting, wood carving, quilting, ice carving and sculpture, snow sculptures, knitting, the art of tea blends, dried plant arrangements, carpentry, fabric weaving, tapestries, crochet, wood burning, blanket weaving, candle making, dye work, wood turning

Fire: welding, decorative weapon smithing, glass blowing, wood burning, wrought iron, stained glass, latticed metal, terracotta, ceramics, obsidian and basalt carving, graphite, slate, charcoal

Wind: paper mache, ribbon mediums, basket weaving, sonorous sculptures, wind chimes, feathered attire, really tall and thin structures/sculptures, jade carving, blanket weaving

Arcane: resin, stained glass, welding, intricate silver work, collaborative neon work with shadow (they need that special eye for glow in the dark), crystal carving, zen gardens, bonsai art, screen printing, photography, illuminated manuscripts, clothing and apparel, gold foil work, abstract art

Lightning: bronze cast sculptures, sand sculptures (when lightning strikes the sand and turns it to stone) aluminum casts poured into ant colonies/hills, pop art, up-cycled art, photography, art that is still capable of being utilized and interacted with because people and dragons are part of the medium, assemblage art, banners and flags

#feel free to add your own this is all I could think of off the top of my head #you are also free to use this for lore purposes I’m just spit alling ideas #I understand music and writing are also artistic mediums but I was thinking tangible mediums #plus mysic and writing have their own categories and genres #fr #dragon #flight rising #flightrising #flight rising flights #flights #worldbuilding

[longtimenospooning-luci]

Yoongi:

Updated 01/20/24

Desolate - @angelicyoongie

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you’re not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

Only Yesterday - @borathae

"Your life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.”

Only for You - ^^

“Yoongi likes to pretend that he only lets you fuck him because you are the one who wanted it. You are hellbound on showing him that you have long seen past his lies.”

License to Steal - @broiunno

Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father’s side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you’ve been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family’s plans. You don’t know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter.

Highway to You - @btsmosphere

Yoongi never expected to see you again. Least of all with a gun in your hand, crashing an important deal in a whirlwind which proves how much has changed.

Call Me Naïve - @btsrunmylife

You and Yoongi have never exactly gotten along. Truthfully, this wouldn’t be such an issue if you didn’t work together. But there have been far too many times when his sarcastic comments have rubbed you the wrong way. His most recent shenanigan might just be the icing on the cake, especially because you know absolutely nothing about it until it’s too late. What’s worse is he’s gotten his friend involved, a friend you happen to get along with rather well — maybe too well. Yoongi’s intentions really weren’t to drive you away. His curiosity merely got the best of him. But now…he’s woven an intricate mess he can’t get out of. And he can’t help but wonder, will this be the thing that finally pushes you over the edge?

Fix You - @casuallyimagining

When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

Home - ^^

Sequel to Fix You

The Lonely Hearts Club - @cinnaminsvga

social media au where y/n and yoongi are mutuals but they’re constantly at each other’s throats for reasons unknown (aka emotional constipation)

From the Ashes - @fortunexkookie

Someone is sobbing ugly, wrecked sounds that shatter the silence in the room. You need them to stop; it’s distracting and you need to focus. You need to clean the ash from his skin. You need to comb the knots from his hair. You need to dress his beautiful body in something befitting the king you know he is… but the sobbing is too loud, and your vision is blurry. It takes Yoongi wiping your tears away for you to realize that the gasping cries echoing off the stone are coming from you.

Tip of the Iceberg - ^^

Oh, that Min boy? He’s a sweetheart, of course. Jimin said something about him getting into a new relationship with someone, but he hasn’t brought her by yet, so I can’t be sure. I just hope this one sticks around, he’s really so much more than he first seems to be. All those tattoos and whatnot, people tend not to notice that he’s really just so caring and gentle. You know he works at one of those stuffed animal stores in his free time? The ones with the dancing and the hearts and picking out your new best friend kind of theme. Ah, what a nice boy. I hope he has a good holiday. I’ll have to ask Jimin how it goes.

Asphodel - @hayjeon

hades!yoongi and persephone!reader.

Maybe I'm a Little Dangerous, Maybe Love is Too - @hollyhomburg

Rare soulmate marks don’t guarantee that you find your soulmate easily, and when your soulmate is the head of a mafia, being together will never be easy either…

Of Fire and Love - ^^ (ABSOLUTE FAV!!!!)

When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops off a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of the woods.

Stuck Together - @jeonvely

when the pandemic first started, you never thought you’d have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate’s friends and a guy you’ve never met. and you definitely did not expect you’d end up falling for him.

Souvenir - @jiminrings

Shouldn't this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late? (Alternatively, yoongi thinks you hate him because you don't coddle him after a fight.)

Perpetual Datejust - ^^

When the general public hears the name Min Yoongi, they know him as the world-famous model who's beyond talented in his craft. When the modeling industry hears the name Min Yoongi, they remember you: his resolute, firm, and sometimes rude manager who always puts Yoongi's best interests at heart - no matter what. (Alternatively, you're Yoongi's manager and for the first time ever, you take a break away from him.)

Worshipers of the Stars - @jimlingss

The universe was created with four gods to rule and watch over it. But when you take the crown and become god of all gods, what the future holds is something you never wanted to know.

Inheritance - @jincherie

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

Budapest - @junghelioseok

Secret Agent AU!

Suit & Tie - @jungshookz

Your new boss makes you want to drive a letter-opener right into your eyeball. (CEO AU!)

Technologically in Love - ^^

Hello, I am M1N Y00NGI, your personal human mind model adaptive super android.

Hellish - ^^

Demon AU! Pink Himalayan sea salt can't help you now.

Basketball Captain!Yoongi - ^^

Min Yoongi - Captain of the basketball team. y/l/n y/n - water girl.

Baby you can Drive my Car - ^^

Welcome to Min Mechanics - what can I do for you today, doll?

Carnival - @justcallmenikki7

you and your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, go to the local Carnival.

Happier - ^^

in which, you want to make yoongi happier. (By letting him go.)

How to Save a Life - ^^

Angst, read the warnings first please!

Reassurance - ^^

Your boyfriends worries sets Suga, his alter ego, and you are the only one who can reassure him that you are never going to leave.

Be my Baby - @kimnjss

when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile…

Cyberslut - ^^

he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

Cold Shoulder - @kookiesbuckethat

Yoongi suddenly starts giving you the cold shoulder, causing you to distance yourself from him and the rest of the members. But the reason behind his behavior is not what you think.

Row AQ - @kpopfanfictrash

"If I die, I'm going to haunt your ass." + Library AU!

Min Yoongi, Library Services - ^^

When you accept the offered research position at Bangtan University, you are well aware of your partner's prestige. The only problem is - so is he.

Fury of their Scales - @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

a world of dragons, demons, devils, gods and ghouls- humans were of small number. you’ve lived on the outskirts of your human village in the woods ever since you could remember. living alone in a small cabin with nothing but woodland trees, ponds, lakes and animals was like a small paradise- with the occasional bump in the road. as someone who’s studied and experimented with nature to make all sorts of concoctions- your home was ideal. it didn’t matter that your village didn’t like it or that they rejected your life of medicine. what did matter, however, was the dragon stuck in a trap not too far from your home that you just discovered.

Seeing You Again - @lachimolala7

Soft Mafia Yoongi!

The Mark of Yun-Ki - @ladyartemesia

For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir… but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

Okay Bloomer - @luxekook

in which the reader visits a flower shop on her way home from work to treat herself to a flower and then keeps returning just to interact with the shop’s cute tsundere floral assistant. the last thing she expects is to see him ~spitting hot fire~ and looking hot as sin at her friend’s music event. how is she supposed to get flowers in peace now?

Intimidation - ^^

in which you think Yoongi is intimidating because of his dark clothing and his quiet ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude… but then someone makes him laugh and you watch as his face lights up in the cutest gummy smile complete with shining eyes and blushing cheeks and BOOM you’re whipped for that boy

Intensity - ^^

sequel to intimidation. in which yoongi is intense in every facet of their relationship, except one… and the reader is on a mission to find out why.

Playing for Keeps - @namjoonxorg

“Our best friends are dating, but you’re still the spawn of Satan.”

Spilled Coffee - ^^

This never would’ve happened if we hadn’t have met!”

Bullet Holes and Blush - ^^

Hi!! I really like your writing and I saw that your request are open! I wanted to know of you did any BTS maf au! And if yes, can I get a Bts maf au x reader where all of them are in the mafia (duh 😂) and she comes back from a mission or place injured and their super worried? It doesn’t need to be a specific ship, anything is fine!! -Anonymous

Enigma - @neonlights92

After the death of your father leaves you in a lot of a debt to Bangtan - Seoul’s most nefarious crime syndicate - you are offered a way out: marry Min Yoongi - Bangtan’s most elusive member- and produce him an heir and your father’s debt will be forgotten. Without a choice, you are soon tied to a man who you are absolutely terrified of. But you cannot ignore the part of you that is thrilled by Yoongi. And what scares you the most isn’t the blood on his hands, or the gun he always carries in his pocket. It’s the things he’s capable of doing to your heart.

Hearing Voices - @persphonesorchid

Fate is working double-time to help these boys, sometimes it’s all too easy and then there are times when things get complicated. But, she’ll get it done, no problem!

Ride or Die - @ppersonna

there’s nothing in the world you wouldn’t do for Min Yoongi. (Bonnie & Clyde AU)

I'll Float Away - ^^

years after the breakup, yoongi, a successful award-winning rapper with an unhealthy addiction, finds your wedding invite on Facebook.

Spotlight - @secret-kpoplibrary

when shit hit the fan in y/n’s life she used it as the push she needed to finally leave her home and take a leap of faith landing her in one of the world’s busiest cities. Seoul, South Korea. Running from more than a couple dark secrets of her past y/n tries to move forward with her new life and not so lowkey friends she met over the past couple years, but you can’t outrun your past now, can you?

Ghost of You - ^^

“My feet don’t dance like they did with you”

Out of Love - ^^

“When did you fall out of love with me?”

Hello Paradise, My Name Is - @seokoloqy

Buried in the Earth where seasons did not exist, where all prosperous life perished, and Helios’s blinding light could not touch; you slept soundly in the arms of darkness.

Mint - ^^

you find yourself back in Hades when Spring turns to Fall, but this time you’re less than thrilled to see your husband after learning of his ex-lover, Minthe.

Aidoneus, My Love - ^^

Yoongi believes the mortal, Adonis, has stolen your heart, but he will never share his love with anyone else for as long as he is king of the underworld.

I Wanna Hold your Hand - @minisugakoobies

It’s hand-holding season, according to your roommate.

Bury Me - @tae-cup

“Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this” - Conan Gray (Family Line). Mafia!AU, Arranged Marriage, Angst, Fluff

Purr-haps I Like You - @taleasnewastime

You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Dangerous Situation after an Argument - @thebangtancloud

Enemies to Friends(?)

Silent Treatment - ^^

Yoongi is upset with you because you don't give him time. That's until you come back home and don't walk straight into his arms like you usually do.

All the Things I Didn't Do - ^^

A series of unfortunate events leads to Yoongi asking you to leave, hurting you with words that he wished he never uttered. But what would he do when he finds out that you’ve gone missing? How can he find you when he’s all the way across the world? How can he tell you that he regrets letting you go?

A Kiss to Forever - @threeletterslife

You're only six years old when you meet Death himself. As you grow older with him faithfully by your side, you realize he should've taken you away then, years and years ago. Yet, he hadn't. He had given you another chance to live.

Sticky Notes - ^^

You and Yoongi aren't very good with words. But there's a perfect, nonverbal form of communication that might just help tie your relationship back together.

To Begin Again - @untaemedqueen

Hey. Can I please request a story where the reader is their new makeup artist and she falls in love with Yoongi after he rescues her from her boyfriend one night. And Jin is her best friend. Thank you so much!

The Deal - ^^

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

The Devil Skates on Thin Ice - @vankoya

The number one rule of Korea National Sports University is to never allow their elite figure skater and the captain of the ice hockey team be in the same room.

Unkept Promises - @xforeverweareyoungx

“Have you ever, even for a day, even for a moment.. loved me?”

Too Little Too Late - ^^

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Yoongi..“

Greedy - @xjoonchildx

being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now. until you.

Close Call - ^^

burying your head in the sand won’t change the fact that the man you love walks a thin line between life and death. and sometimes you can’t outrun your worst fears.

Not Your Fairytale - @yeojaa

What do you do when you’ve called your wedding off but forgot to cancel your cake tastings? Why, you ask your brother’s grouchy best friend, of course.

#min yoongi #yoongi imagine #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst

[sweetrevxnge]

Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Five

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3k

Chapter-specific CW: compulsion, light emotional manipulation (but it's ok bc he's a hot vampire)

A/N: "how am I supposed to live laugh love under these conditions?" -y/n to kylo probably

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“After you, my dear.”

The threshold of the doorway was all that stood between you and the prospect of freedom. Or at least, so you thought.

Moonlight peaked through the dark clouds above, flooding the spacious courtyard Ren had brought you to with silver light. Disappointment sank through you like a stone—not that you were expecting him to loosen your invisible lead enough to allow you to roam an open area of the castle’s property. All things considered, this was generous.

Tentatively, you stepped out into the night, disregarding your lack of footwear as you followed the ivory tiles lining the path. Short, frostbitten hedges surrounded you, perfectly manicured despite their leaves being brittle and sparse. Snowflakes dusted the earth, falling like tiny, frozen kisses on your skin.

Woven throughout the foliage were dozens of rosebushes, their thorns now all that remained of their beauty. It wasn’t difficult to imagine the garden in bloom, with rays of sunlight bathing the roses until their petals unfurled, inviting bees to collect pollen from each colorful bundle. But spring had long since passed. The stems had morphed into skeletons, their wilted petals cracking under the blanket of frost. It was oddly beautiful; something that was once so vibrant, now faded and cold, preserved by winter’s embrace.

Around you stood the high walls of the castle, with elegant archways and stained windows. Everything felt venerable, even down to the footsteps immortalized in the tile from centuries of tread, aging the fortress well beyond the Empire’s rule. Judging by the weathered state of the walls encasing you, the castle was likely constructed during the Grand Republic’s reign, dating it beyond the past three hundred years. To think that there was a time when its halls had been occupied by diplomats—ones who placed the interests of the people above their own aspirations. Much like the garden, their memory had faded in the presence of the First Order.

You stopped in front of two black iron benches arranged in the center of the court. They accented the focal piece of the garden: a pond, sheathed by a layer of glistening ice. You pictured a family of ducks paddling through it in the summer, creating tiny ripples as they splashed the cool water onto their feathers. The irony of peace existing in a place of such violence.

“What do you think?” Ren asked behind you, joining you in observation of the frozen water.

Releasing a long breath, you answered bluntly, “It’s hard to say. Everything’s dead.”

He chuckled at your honesty. “Yes. But even now, there is a certain beauty to it, wouldn’t you agree?” He stepped closer, pressing his chest flush against your back, offering you no heat. There was nothing warm or soft about him. For all you knew, he was made of marble beneath the layer of black fabric—his body temperature suggesting as much.

You instinctively pulled away, turning to face him. Quick breaths passed through your lips, the wisps of vapor lingering in the air like ghosts. Ren was frightening and beautiful, making him the most dangerous kind of monster. Not the kind that mothers warned their children of through tales, hoping to deter them from venturing too far into the woods, but the kind that the ladies at court would gossip about. The handsome devil.

“From a certain point of view, I suppose,” you finally said, turning your back on him once again. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of agreeing—even if he had heard your inner dialogue earlier.

Ren walked alongside you as you continued to meander through the garden. Even the slightest brush of his arm made the hair on the back of your neck stand. Although, in fairness, the culprit could very well have been the winter air, too.

You considered making conversation with him, less because you were interested in what he had to say, but rather as a pleasantry in return for the change of scenery. When you opened your mouth to speak, you found that the words were lodged in your throat, impossible to push out. Perhaps it was the icy air burning your airway, or another force entirely. Regardless, you continued to walk in silence, sorting through your thoughts—as you suspected he was, too.

It seemed as if the tile path had transformed into shards of glass by the way your feet ached, each step sending a wave of pain through your nerves. Determined to stay outside as long as possible, you ignored it, slowing your pace to accommodate.

“You’re shivering,” Ren stated, as if you were somehow unaware of your chattering teeth.

“Yes, I know.”

“Would you like to go inside?”

You froze in place, but unlike in the forest, this was not his doing. He came to stand in front of you, tracing your face with eyes as black as obsidian.

“I doubt that decision is mine to make,” you countered. The illusion of free will—as if you weren’t trapped in this castle because of him.

“You would be dead if it weren’t for me.”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “Oh, yes, how could I forget? The man who slaughtered my entire squadron—my savior.”

His jaw tensed. “It’s not as if I was acting of my volition. I was merely protecting my men, keeping my oath. Surely that is something you can understand.”

Of course it was. But you had failed to do that, and now you would spend a lifetime being haunted by it.

“Enough,” you said, tearing your eyes away from him as you turned to face the withering garden. The frayed threads holding you together snapped, allowing the flood of emotions to pour in. As it did, you wondered if it would always be like this. Reminded of the carnage every time you laid eyes on him. Sentenced to a miserable existence with the man responsible for your nightmares.

A hand came to rest on your shoulder. You shuddered at the touch. “For what it’s worth, their deaths were wholly unnecessary.” There was a trace of remorse in his words, quickly replaced by his usual tone. “But such is the nature of war, my dear.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your tongue before you could say anything else. When you opened them again, Ren was standing in front of you, close enough to hide the moonlight behind him. 

“Why did you do it?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, fighting desperately to hold back your frustration.

He furrowed his brows, confused by your question. “The Supreme Leader’s orders were clear–”

“No,” you snapped, a harsh edge replacing the weakness in your voice. “I mean, why did you capture me? How is it fair that I should be the only survivor, condemned to live out the rest of my days under your thumb?”

As soon as the words had left your mouth, you wished you could reach out and shove them back into the depths of your mind. He didn’t deserve to see you like this, brimming with raw emotion. It was a state you reserved only for those closest to you, those who you would likely never see again.

Ren was silent, stoic. In a moment like this, you wished you possessed his ability to probe minds. Instead of offering you an answer, he cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone and jaw, tracing a line as light as a whisper over your skin.

Immediately, the tension in your shoulders dissolved, washed away along with every concern occupying your mind. Despite his cool touch, warmth rose to your cheeks.

“Have you ever considered the possibility that this arrangement could liberate you in ways you’ve never imagined?” His voice was silky, falling on your ears like a symphony of angels. A soft cloud settled over you, eliciting a strange feeling within your chest as you gazed up at him, searching his black eyes for an answer to his question.

“I have not, my lord,” you whispered, the words leaving your tongue like a prayer.

Ren’s lips parted, revealing brilliant white teeth as he grinned, amused by your response. “Of course not. And why should you have? Such thoughts have no place in a mind as troubled as yours.” He swept his fingers over your cheek again, soothing you.

You nodded into his hand. The cold that gnawed at your fingers and toes was nothing more than a distant sensation, an ache quelled by his touch. He glanced down at your figure, frowning at the sight of your dress. In the time that the two of you had been standing outside, a light layer of snow had melted into the thin fabric of your gown, clinging to your skin. With deft fingers, he tied the strings of your cloak into a small knot and smoothed the fabric over your shoulders.

“Now, let’s go inside. I can’t have my bride freezing to death,” he said in a low tone, leaning closer to your lips. “Next time, I advise you to wear more fitting attire.”

Next time. Intoxicated by his words, you nodded in agreement, your eyes still fixed on his.

As if you were a sack of feathers, he hoisted you off the ground, holding you as he did in the forest. Only this time, there was no fear in your heart, no panic closing off your throat. With your hands clasped behind his neck, he carried you back into the castle, moving swiftly through the courtyard. Although the taste of freedom was dwindling with every step he took, you were content—almost pleased—to be returning to the safety of your chambers.

Your head felt as light as the cushions of the chaise lounge as Ren set you down upon it. The memory of where his hands had gripped you remained after he released you, leaving your skin tingling at each spot. In the darkness, it was nearly impossible to see him moving through your chambers, an issue remedied by a fire roaring to life in the hearth.

Satisfied with his work, Ren stood behind the sofa, peering down at you laying across it. Golden flames flickered in his eyes, softening his strong features. Your cloak had shifted, exposing more of your nightwear than you would’ve preferred. But you didn’t mind. In fact, you liked it—how the sleeves had fallen past your shoulders and the hem of the dress had gathered above your knees. You felt ethereal, basking in the glow radiating from the hearth. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d been this relaxed.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you relished the warmth spreading through your toes. “Who should I thank for starting this fire—you or your magic?” You made a vague gesture with your hands, wiggling your fingers as if you were casting a spell.

He chuckled quietly, moving to sit in the chair across from yours. “Neither. Thank the tinderbox that was left on the mantle.”

Propping yourself up with your elbow, you turned to face him, letting your dress drape over your hips. The knot at your neck loosened with every movement you made until you finally grew tired and pulled it free, shedding your cloak onto the sofa. Under any other circumstance, you would be scrambling to cover yourself. This was completely unlike you—to allow anyone other than your handmaid to see you like this. Harlot, your mother would say in her scolding tone, coupled with a scowl. But she wasn’t here—only Commander Ren.

“I find it hard to believe that you’re incapable of starting a fire, given everything else you can do.”

“Unfortunately, I was never any good at it,” he said, his eyes wandering to the golden flames. “Pyromancy, however, has always been one of my strongest suits.”

The conversation stalled for a moment as you watched his fingers glide over the armrest, hypnotized by the patterns he traced in the black velvet. His veins mingled with tendons as he moved—an intricate dance beneath his ivory skin. Somewhere deep within you, an ember flickered to life, its warmth spreading throughout your being. It was unusual, but not unwelcome.

“How can you do these things?” you asked, your voice floating through the air like the wisps of a dandelion.

He sighed, rolling his tongue over his teeth in thought. Finally, he said, “I was raised by witches.”

Your eyes widened—not in shock at his answer, but because he had answered at all. Rey’s words echoed in your mind. Commander Ren is a very private man.

“Witches? As in, multiple?”

He snickered softly. “Just two.”

“I see,” you whispered, watching him intently. There was something inherently alluring about him, an appeal that had drawn you in the instant you laid eyes on his portrait. An indescribable—yet persisting—quality. A charm.

After the success of your first question, you found the courage to pose another. “What were they like?”

A beat passed before he spoke, unease filling your stomach as you waited. The look in his eyes told you that your valiant effort was in vain. “What else did the handmaid tell you?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his seat.

His words hit your chest like a thousand stones, shattering your confidence. Rey had warned you—begged you—to not discuss the matter of the Commander, fearing the consequences awaiting her if she did. Guilt crashed into you.

“Nothing. She said nothing else,” you stammered, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. With pleading eyes, you turned to him. “I swear it by all the gods.”

Ren stood to his feet, shushing you as he strode toward you. “There’s no need to call upon the gods, dear. I believe you.” His long fingers caressed your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his intense gaze. “I also believe that the girl is sensible enough to want to keep her head attached to her body. You asked her about me, didn’t you?”

Your heart slammed into your ribs, as if it were attempting to leap out and crawl into Ren’s hands. There was no use in arguing—he already knew the truth. The outcome of your fate depended on any ounce of respect you could earn from him. Lying now would be a disservice to everyone involved.

“Yes, I admit, I asked her to tell me what she knew of you, but she refused. It was only after I continued pressing the matter that she finally answered. Please, have mercy on her, she is innocent–”

He silenced you by pressing a finger against your lips. “If I beheaded every servant who spoke ill of me, the castle would be swept by ghosts.”

You said nothing, an unspoken understanding passing between you. While you believed him, there was also validity in Rey’s fear. Even the servant boy cowered in his presence. If one thing were true in this life, it was that rumors carried weight, and at times, merit.

“Why do they fear you so much?” you asked as his thumb brushed over your chin.

Ren let out a long sigh as he ran his fingers down your neck, pausing at your pulse point. “People fear what they do not understand.”

The air grew thick in the silence. A familiar sensation embraced you, igniting every fiber of your being under his touch. Much like the fire in front of you, the ember in your belly became an inferno. Your gaze fell to his pillowy lips, imagining what they would feel like against yours—what they would feel like on every inch of your skin. As soft as sin, probably. His eyes were coals, twinkling in the amber light, a tell that your thoughts were not as quiet as you had hoped.

“What do you fear most, darling?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. “I imagine that a woman like yourself doesn’t fear much, but everyone has their weakness.” He tilted your head slightly to the side, eyes wandering down your neck. “What is yours?”

Blood rushed in your ears, making you dizzy. Through the haze in your mind, a tiny voice broke through, begging you to resist him—resist the urge to bend to his will. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to barricade your thoughts, and as his eyes bore into yours, irises now a deep shade of red, his devilry won.

“Purpose.” The word passed through your lips like a specter, carrying a cadence that was foreign to your ears. “I fear a life without purpose.”

Satisfaction radiated off of Ren. “I see. And that is exactly why you were the only survivor.” He stretched his hand over your throat, applying gentle pressure to either side of your neck. The rhythmic drumming of your heart pulsed through his fingertips. “Because your purpose is so much greater than serving the Resistance.”

“What do you believe my purpose is, Commander?”

The backlight of the hearth cast a halo around him, deifying him. Ignoring your inquiry, he said, “The night is almost over. I suggest you get some rest.”

With that, he left you, somehow more cold and alone than you had been before. As the latch clicked shut, the haze lifted, quickly replaced by dread. Your vision tunneled on the fire in front of you, the black edges snuffing out your surroundings, narrowing your view to only the flames dancing over the logs.

As you stood from the lounge, your knees buckled, forcing you to summon all your strength to reach the bed before collapsing. Chest heaving, you stared up at the canopy, hoping to find anything but flecks of light dancing across your eyes. The voice in your head was shouting now, building to a deafening pitch, its message clear.

In the wake of his presence, two things remained: your distrust of Commander Ren and the strange warmth that had settled in your stomach.

#vampire kylo aka the light of my life #also im posting this right before my first night shift bc i really wanted to get into the vampire mindset #ben solo #ben solo x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x you #ben solo x fem!reader #ben solo x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars self insert #kylo ren smut #ben solo smut #my writing #vampire!kylo #vampire kylo #vampire kylo ren #medieval!kylo #medieval kylo ren #medieval ben solo

[gnougnouss]

Ya know I feel like there's a shit ton of hyprocrisy going on when people compare RTD's writing and Moffat's on dw but nothing irks me more than when they say Moffat era made the doctor too important when he was portrayed as just a guy in RTD. Like. Are you fucking kidding me. Be for real.

In the GODDAMN first episode, one of the first thing we learn about the doctor is through Clive (rip) in that scene :

The Doctor is a legend woven throughout history. When disaster comes, he's there. He brings the storm in his wake and he has one constant companion. ROSE: Who's that? CLIVE: Death.

So yeah the Doctor is a Legend. Next, in New Earth he is called "the lonely God". Very normal guy core.

It gets worse, who could forget this wonderful speech in The Family of Blood ?

LATIMER: Because it was waiting. And because I was so scared of the Doctor. JOAN: Why? LATIMER: Because I've seen him. He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. DOCTOR: Stop it. LATIMER: He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe. DOCTOR: Stop it! I said stop it. LATIMER: And he's wonderful.

The Next one is by Steven Moffat but crucially still during 10s era so STILL part of how the doctor was characterised. RTD approved you might say.

DOCTOR: Don't play games with me. You just killed someone I liked. That is not a safe place to stand. I'm the Doctor, and you're in the biggest library in the universe. Look me up. (There is a pause, then the shadows withdraw.) ANITA: You have one day.

I added it because I saw people act as if the Eleventh Hour's resolution with a doctor boast was completly out of character and not something he literaly did one series before.

Ok now for the real silly, that scene in Last of the Time Lords where the power of PRAYER turned 10 young and hyper powerful. For real. Yeah like a sort of Space Jesus.

Bonus: that part in Voyage of the Damned when he flied with two angels lifting him like ok lmao.

Those were just the ones I could remember out of the top of my head but "just a guy" my entire fucking ass. Go rewatch that show.

I feel like Moffat is often accused of turning the doctor into too much of an incredibly powerful figure not because he did it more than RTD but because he discussed the trope and as such put a lot of attention on it . All of those I pointed out in RTD are played incredibly straight but in Moffat's era the doctor's legend is a problem. It's the plot of the s5 finale, he became so big his ennemies allied. It's the reason he gets called out in "A good man goes to war"

RIVER: This was exactly you. All this. All of it. You make them so afraid. When you began, all those years ago, sailing off to see the universe, did you ever think you'd become this? The man who can turn an army around at the mention of his name. Doctor. The word for healer and wise man throughout the universe. We get that word from you, you know. But if you carry on the way you are, what might that word come to mean? To the people of the Gamma Forests, the word Doctor means mighty warrior. How far you've come. And now they've taken a child, the child of your best friends, and they're going to turn her into a weapon just to bring you down. And all this, my love, in fear of you.

It continues in Asylum of the Daleks where Moffat tries to erase the doctor's legend and is concluded somewhat in s8 finale with the proposition that what the doctor actually is, is in fact an idiot.

DOCTOR: I really didn't know. I wasn't sure. You lose sight sometimes. Thank you! I am not a good man! I am not a bad man. I am not a hero. And I'm definitely not a president. And no, I'm not an officer. Do you know what I am? I am an idiot, with a box and a screwdriver. Just passing through, helping out, learning. I don't need an army. I never have, because I've got them. Always them. Because love, it's not an emotion. Love is a promise.

But nobody saying stuff like "Moffat made the doctor too important" ever watched Capaldi's era anyway so it's not like they would know.

#doctor who #RTD #Moffat #bit salty here

[chasingthedragons]

Wedding gowns in the Seven Kingdoms

Lady Alicent Hightower with King Viserys I Targaryen

The future Queen wore a magnificent but simple bright white gown printed with the crest of House Targaryen, with a golden V-shaped embroidery in the center, two winged dragons crowning the shoulders with a pair of open wings. The sleeves, open at the elbows and as long as the skirt, are shagged in a red with a gold and dark red quadrille pattern. An ostentatious gold necklace, gold and pearl earrings, and a splendid crown of gold, pearl and rubies.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen with Ser Laenor Velaryon

For the opening banquet of the celebration, the Princess wore a beautiful white dress with a pattern of scales, gold embroidery and inlaid with rubies at the neckline, with a small gold braided brooch, and the belt, which is attached with a gold brooch with two dragons and a gold chain, equal to the eight that hang on each side of the arms of the princess. Rings, bracelets and earrings of gold and rubies, a grand necklace of gold and rubies, rubies crowning her hairstyle, a hair brooch of gold, pearls and rubies and a piece of carved gold for her braid.

In addition we can see her maiden cloak, black and with the emblem of House Targaryen in red on one side and blue with the emblem of House Velaryon on the other. Golden lapels and shoulder boards.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen with Prince Daemon Targaryen

On the coast of Dragonstone and according to Valyrian tradition, she wore a sand-colored suit with red gradient on sleeves, skirt and shoulders, with a red garment under it. A belt of the same color as the dress and neckline. Crowned with a black headdress decorated in the same color as the dress.

Lady Lyanna Stark and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen

Lady Lyanna was married in a secret ceremony wearing a gown of light ice-green, sleeveless fabric and silver and gold leaf ornaments, like a belt, at the neckline and going up from her waist, past her neck. Because of the haste and secrecy of their betrothal, there was no maiden's cloak.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen with Khal Drogo

At her wedding, the Princess wore a simple pale lilac dress with straps, bracelets of which matching fabrics gave the impression of sleeves, silver metallic details matching the color of her dress, on her neckline and sleeves, also holding and styling her hair.

Lady Talisa Maugyr with King Robb Stark

Lady Talisa was married in a secret ceremony during the war, in a forest near the camps of King Robb's forces. So she wore the same dress she wore every day, a simple model in gray tones and a cloak in earth tones.

Lady Roslyn Frey with Lord Edmure Tully

The young Frey girl wore at her wedding to Lord Edmure a lovely green dress with flower print over a simple white dress. Long and wide sleeves and small embroidered details on the neckline. Over the dress she wore a delicate white cape woven with flowers.

Her maiden's cloak, white and earthy with intricate prints and embroidery, and a pattern of branches and leaves all around the edge, in very similar tones to the rest of her costume.

Lady Sansa Stark with Tyrion Lannister

For her wedding in the Sept of Baelor Lady Sansa wore a gown of a shimmering purple fabric with a golden floral pattern and a cross embroidery of golden lions and wolves. Metallic ornaments on her hips and a necklace with the emblem of House Lannister.

Her maiden's cloak, of red velvet with gold collar and sleeves with the lion of House Lannister in red on them.

Lady Sansa Stark with Ramsey Bolton

In the godswood of Winterfell she wore a shiny silver dress with a delicate pattern of slightly brighter lines. Over it, a short-sleeved coat of thick white velvety fabric with a braided pattern and a pair of silver brooches in the center. Covering each shoulder, a pair of white furs.

Lady Margaery Tyrell with King Joffrey Baratheon

For the most ostentatious wedding of the era, the future Queen wore an ice blue dress with an open back and matching blue rose embroidery leading to a rose-covered train. A silver necklace and a beautiful gold and silver plated crown with the antlers of House Baratheon and the roses of House Tyrell.

Her maiden's cloak, white with gold embroidery of lions and red borders, the same that Queen Cersei Lannister wore at her wedding to King Robert Baratheon.

Queen Margaery Tyrell with King Tommen Baratheon

In her second nuptials, in a much simpler ceremony, Queen Margaery wore a beautiful copper-colored dress with gold prints, sleeveless and deep neckline, plus a beautiful and ostentatious necklace that follows the shape of the neckline, crowned with the same crown she used in her wedding to King Joffrey Baratheon.

Her maiden's cloak, white, gold and red, matching the colors of her dress. The colors of House Lannister.

Lady Lysa Arryn with Lord Petyr Baelich

For her hasty wedding to Lord Baelich, Lady Lysa seemed to have her dress already prepared. She wore a light blue dress with sand-colored prints, a bust of the same color and ornaments of birds under the bust and neck from where a cape of the same fabric of the dress is born. She did not use a maiden's cloak because the ceremony was private and very simple.

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #house targaryen #house hightower #house stark #house lannister #house tully #house frey #house bolton #house velaryon #house tyrell #house baratheon #hotd fashion

[continentalblue]

Random all tomorrows headcanons go

I hope u like them !! i'd be willing to expand on these further

🌌 The Snake People had incredibly complex prosthetic arms in order to do more complex tasks like picking things up from a distance. However, they were heavy and a bit clunky

🌌 Any member of the Qu that tried to stop the transformation of humanity was turned into one of the waste-people/the ancestor of the Colonials

🌌 There was a HUUUUUUGE travel industry for the pterosapiens that dealt with novelty experiences like caving

🌌 Back when Mantelopes had sapience, hair length was really important as it signified their worth to the Qu (I figure their hair could be shorn and woven into clothing)

🌌 The Worms wore tutus. no reason for this, I just love the mental image

🌌 Rings were really prominent with the Insectophaguses, especially ones that helped with digging

🌌 Every single member of the Tool Breeders had a purpose -- to not have one was unthinkable.

🌌 Nobility within the Killer Folk would decorate their fangs with gold and silver, regardless of the metal's strength

🌌 All of the deities the Sail People worshipped had something to do with either water or flying. They would have loved dragons

🌌 I feel like Finger Fishers and Hand Flappers would have been allies if they ever met

🌌 Lizard Herders had the Earth equivalent of a centaur: a Herder who was half Herder, and half human. They never lasted very long, though

🌌 Had the Titans survived the Ice Age, they would have slowly evolved to be more bipedal, though still with the trunk

🌌 Some of the Asymmetric people built homes that resembled termite mounds

#all tomorrows #all tomorrows headcanons #blue's friends #blue's asks

[666melvin666]

MEET BOB

TW: Death of a baby dragon, Fighting

Bob's colossal wings beat rhythmically against the brisk ocean breeze as he soared through the skies. The endless expanse of the sea stretched beneath him, its waves crashing against each other in a symphony of untamed power. The world below was a tapestry of blues and grays, a breathtaking panorama that had captivated the hearts of sailors and poets for centuries.

Hours passed in a timeless dance between earth and sky, and finally, the distant horizon revealed the outlines of land. The distant kingdoms were shrouded in an aura of cold mystique, their landscapes blanketed in pristine white snow that glimmered like diamonds under the touch of the sun's fading light.

He hated the cold but for now it would make a suitable place for a nest.  With a graceful descent, Bob's massive form touched down on the icy terrain near the outskirts of Abekan. His landing sent snowflakes scattering in every direction, each delicate crystal reflecting the hues of the setting sun. The air was cold and crisp, a welcome change from the warm currents he had left behind over the ocean.

Bob's keen eyes roved over the snowy expanse, taking in the jagged mountain peaks, frozen forests, and tranquil lakes that characterized the kingdom. He could feel the ancient magic that was woven into the very fabric of this land, a magic that whispered tales of frost giants, enchanted creatures, and long-forgotten legends.

As he wandered through the wintry landscape, Bob's senses remained alert to his surroundings. The soft crunch of snow beneath his massive claws, the distant echoes of howling winds, and the faint shimmer of the Northern Lights painting patterns across the night sky – all of these sensations converged to create a symphony of natural beauty that resonated deep within his monstrous heart.

It was during one of his exploratory flights over the snow-capped mountains that he sensed a subtle shift in the air – a presence that was both familiar and unexpected. Bob's instincts guided him towards the source, and before long, he found himself face-to-face with a smaller ice dragon.

The ice dragon was a stunning creature, its scales shimmering with an ethereal luminescence that danced with the colors of the Northern Lights. Its eyes, a brilliant shade of icy blue, held a mixture of curiosity and caution as they met Bob's gaze.

The frigid air of the cold landscape was suddenly pierced by a blazing inferno as Bob, the seasoned red dragon, summoned the primal force of fire from within him. The flames roared and crackled, an embodiment of raw power that bathed the snowy landscape in a radiant, fiery light.

The young ice dragon's reaction was swift and instinctive. He let out a fierce growl, his eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and fear. His breath crystallized in the air as he countered Bob's flames with his own elemental prowess, exhaling a freezing blast that attempted to repel the encroaching fire.

The clash between fire and ice was a sight to behold – an awe-inspiring dance of opposing forces that played out against the canvas of the wintry kingdom. The air itself seemed to tremble with the intensity of their confrontation, and the ground beneath them quivered as if bearing witness to their titanic struggle.

The young dragon's hisses and growls filled the air, an expression of his determination to defend his territory. His wings beat against the icy winds as he attempted to take flight, his powerful muscles propelling him into the air. Yet, the fiery assault was unrelenting, pushing him back and forcing him to remain grounded.

Bob's flames surged forward, a relentless tide that engulfed the young dragon's icy defenses. The crackling of the fire mingled with the hissing of the ice, creating a symphony of clashing elements that resonated through the kingdom. The young dragon's scales shimmered as they bore the brunt of the fire's onslaught, his body tense with the effort of repelling the searing heat.

But as the battle raged on, it became evident that the young ice dragon's efforts were waning. The relentless assault of Bob's flames began to erode his icy defenses, his resolve gradually giving way to the overwhelming power of the fire.

Realizing the inevitability of his situation, the young dragon's growls transformed into a mournful cry – a final, defiant lament that echoed through the frozen air. His wings flapped desperately, carrying him into the sky in a last attempt to escape the fiery onslaught.

Before the younger dragon could fully comprehend the situation, Bob was upon him, his massive form casting a shadow over the fallen creature. With a triumphant roar that echoed through the skies, Bob sank his teeth into the younger dragon's vulnerable neck. The grip was unyielding, driven by the raw power that came with age and experience. The young dragon thrashed and writhed beneath Bob's grasp, his claws scraping against the earth as he fought desperately to break free. The icy breath that had once been his weapon now held no sway against the relentless assault of the fiery jaws that clamped down on him. His struggles grew weaker with each passing moment, his energy draining rapidly.

The red dragon jaws tightened with an unyielding grip around the younger dragon's neck, a deafening crack shattered the air. The sound echoed through the frigid landscape, a grim symphony of finality that reverberated within the very bones of those who dared to witness the brutal clash.

Time seemed to slow as the young dragon's struggles ceased abruptly. His once defiant form went limp, his eyes losing their fiery spark as life ebbed away. The world itself appeared to hold its breath, as if in acknowledgment of the irrevocable shift that had occurred.

Slowly, as if releasing the breath, he had been holding, Bob's grip loosened, and the lifeless body of the fallen dragon slipped from his powerful jaws. It fell to the ground with a soft thud, surrounded by the pristine blanket of snow that had borne witness to their conflict. Just as the red dragon planned to dig into his meal a roar of agony tore from his throat, echoing across the frozen landscape as his wings flared out involuntarily. The dragon's fiery eyes shifted from the lifeless body of his fallen foe to the source of this unexpected assault.

And there she stood, a figure both diminutive and daring, her presence a stark contrast to the sheer magnitude of the dragon. Clad in furs and leather, the woman exuded a fierce determination that was as unwavering as the frigid winds that whipped around them. Short blond hair danced in the icy currents, framing her face like a halo of sunlight against the wintry backdrop.

Her stormy gaze met the dragon's, her expression a mix of defiance and resolve. With a poised yet swift movement, she drew another spear from her back, her actions a testament to her unyielding courage in the face of such a formidable adversary.

The dragon's instinctual rage flickered, caught in the crosscurrents of emotion. But then, as their eyes locked, something extraordinary happened. His fiery aura of anger and dominance seemed to waver and dissipate, replaced by a softer intensity that bordered on reverence. His massive form, once poised to strike, now tilted downward in a regal bow, an acknowledgment of her presence that transcended the brutal realities of their encounter.

Instead of retaliation, a low rumble of sound reverberated from the dragon's chest, a resonant purr that mingled with the icy winds. It was a gesture both unexpected and astonishing – a dragon's version of yielding, an offering of respect.

The woman, though initially taken aback by this unexpected change, held her ground. Her grip on the spear remained firm, her eyes narrowing as she studied the dragon's reaction. She had faced countless challenges in her harsh environment, but this encounter was unlike any she had ever experienced. “why did you kill HIM?? AWENSER ME!! HE WAS A PUP YOU FERAL BEAST!” The half orc practically screamed into the dragon’s enormous face. The dragon, Bob, fixated on the woman, his piercing gaze holding a mixture of surprise and intrigue. The sheer audacity of her words had sparked something within him, a curiosity that cut through the centuries of his existence. He had expected fear, submission, perhaps even further aggression, but not this – not a defiant demand for answers and an expression of grief for a fallen foe.

As her words echoed in the frigid air, a low growl resonated from deep within Bob's chest, a sound that held a myriad of emotions. He watched her, his immense form still, the air around them seeming to shimmer with an unspoken tension.

The woman's voice, filled with sorrow and anger, continued to pierce the silence. Her words were a challenge “Answer me at ONCE!!! I know you dragon´s are cruel but killing a pup of your own kind?! WHAT SAY YOU NOW??” The dragon's eyes bore into hers, and then, almost imperceptibly, he lowered his massive head, his gaze shifting from her to the lifeless body of the young ice dragon. There was a momentary stillness, a pause in the dance of their interaction.

And then, with a resonant exhale that billowed out as a cloud of steam, Bob spoke. His voice was a deep rumble, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath them. “It would have grown and become a danger to me...I needed to kill it before it could become a threat” The woman's expression remained unyielding, her eyes locked onto his. Bob's nostrils flared as he continued, his words a reflection of the age-old traditions that had shaped his existence.

“It was a pup! A youngling barely a year old! You should be ashamed of yourself!” she screamed in his face. Bob's massive form remained grounded, his attention shifting from the woman to the approaching guards. With each powerful step, the guards closed the distance, their expressions a mix of concern and urgency. Bob's keen senses picked up the distinct scent of the dog-like odor emanating from one of them, a scent that spoke of familiarity, perhaps even camaraderie.

As the guards reached the scene, John's voice rang out, a mixture of warning and worry. "Patty, back away!"

The woman, Patty, turned her gaze briefly towards the guards, her expression still marked by a combination of grief and defiance. Her eyes met Bob's once more, a silent exchange that conveyed a shared understanding of the unfolding situation.

The dragon's nostrils flared as he regarded the guards, his posture neither aggressive nor submissive. His stance was a display of neutral vigilance, a readiness to respond if necessary but also a willingness to engage in a dialogue.

"Easy, big fella," Jack's voice was calm, a soothing attempt to defuse the tension that lingered in the air. He extended a hand towards Bob, a gesture of non-threatening intent.

John, the guard with the dog-like scent, remained cautious, his eyes fixed on the dragon as he positioned himself protectively in front of Patty.

"We don't want any trouble," John's voice carried a firmness that belied his smaller stature. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, a silent reminder that he was prepared to defend those under his charge.

Bob regarded the guards, his instincts attuned to the nuances of their words and actions. And so, with a final, lingering look, the dragon turned his gaze skyward, his wings unfolding as he prepared to take flight once more. The guards watched in a mixture of awe and trepidation as the magnificent creature ascended into the heavens, his form becoming a speck against the vast expanse.

As Bob disappeared into the distance, a sense of wonder and uncertainty hung in the air, a reminder of the fleeting encounter that had bridged the divide between human and dragon. John's eyes widened in a mix of shock and concern as he hurried towards Patty, his heart pounding with worry. He reached out instinctively, his calloused fingers gently grasping her shoulders.

"Oh god, are you okay?" His voice was a mixture of relief and exasperation, his gaze sweeping over her form, searching for any signs of injury. The intensity of the situation was etched on his features, his brow furrowed with a combination of fear and frustration.

"Patty, that was a dragon! Are you insane!?!?" His words were a mixture of incredulity and disbelief, his tone a blend of genuine concern and a touch of scolding. He couldn't fathom how she had managed to confront such a formidable creature, and his mind raced with a thousand scenarios of what could have gone wrong.

Patty's gaze met John's, her own eyes reflecting a stubborn determination that matched the fire that blazed within her. She offered a faint, wry smile, the corners of her lips curling upward despite the gravity of the situation.

"I'm fine, John," her voice held a mixture of exhaustion and triumph, a testament to the complex emotions that had driven her to face the dragon head-on. "It was a calculated risk."

John's expression shifted from exasperation to a grudging admiration as he assessed Patty's resolute demeanor. He released a sigh, a mixture of relief and resignation, realizing that Patty's daring spirit was unlikely to be tamed. "Calculated or not, Patty, you scared the living daylights out of me” John scolded harshly.

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[eywamygoddesswrites]

Hi ! I saw your 100 follower special and I wanted to request a F!reader x Kiri with Prompt #19 and #10

You can choose just one if you'd like or you can do both I don't mind!

Thank you!

🌺 kiri x fem!reader 🌺 | — 🌺100 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 !!!🌺 —

prompt: #19 - being observant of their likes and dislikes

being born in pandora has its advantages and disadvantages. advantages are you get to appreciate nature’s beauty and never got to experience the destruction of earth. disadvantages are you don’t get to breathe its air and everything is just too big that a human like you can disappear if you went out for 5 minutes.

that’s where kiri comes into the picture. you and kiri grew up together attached to the hips. neytiri somewhat tolerated you and treated you much better than spider. still, she can’t help but feel that humans like you will eventually do something and break their trust. but that doesn’t change kiri’s opinion of you since you two hang out so much, she knows you like the back of her hand.

growing up, kiri is very attentive to everything that involved you, almost observant really. she knows you loved vanilla-flavored ice cream to loving this specific pandora fruit that only comes by during a specific season (she would always find them during the said season and gift them to you).

but what she loved about you the most was your love for pandora. since she herself was closer to eywa than most na’vi’s, she can feel the love you emit to your surroundings. how you give positive affirmations to everything you see, even to the smallest growing sapling you see during your late-night walks with kiri. you especially loved seeing the woodsprites and when one lands on your arm, it makes you giggle because its little tendrils tickled.

you also loved flying on the ikrans. since you’re a human, you can’t make bonds with anything so kiri would always take you to her ikran and fly around for hours and hours, her tail wrapped securely around your waist as one of her hands held your stomach down while the other hand held onto the ikran. you would squeal in joy and laugh when the wind tickled your sides as your hands held onto kiri’s arm so you wouldn’t fall.

then, there were nights that are reserved for you two and you two alone. you loved having late-night talks talking about anything that comes to mind. when you two don’t see each other for days when you got busy in the lab, you would tell kiri everything that happened, not leaving out any details.

when she takes note of everything about your likes, she would notice how your nose would scrunch up and your eyes turn into crescents especially when it’s something you absolutely adore. your body would shake slightly out of excitement especially when it’s something new that immediately got your attention.

those are what she observed when it’s about your likes. your dislikes are a different story. dislikes are rare for you but they’re there. people just had to have keen eyes.

you hated rough fabrics and would gag when you accidentally touch them. you also hated the foul smell a certain pandora plant emits and would immediately run away from it. you also hated weaving because it would leave cuts on your fingers but you don’t mind receiving gifts that were woven, but weaving is a big no no.

you also hated climbing trees. yeah, it’s what the omatikaya’s do everyday for centuries and centuries, but it drained your energy a little too fast. since you were a lot smaller than kiri, she can easily carry you so you’d always be on her back when you need to be somewhere that required climbing up.

kiri had loved you for so long and seeing your likes and dislikes made her like you even more. you were different but that’s what made you interesting to her. she hopes that you don’t get tired of hanging out with her. she wants to be there every step of the way, observing your ever-growing list of likes and dislikes.

— 🌺100 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽🌺 —

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[autism-autobot]

Based on previous polls:

Optimus Prime and Ratchet had finally made their way to the Scrapyard where Bumblebee resided. There they found him in his room, a dimly lit storage unit makeshifted into a type of one room apartment. It was a small (and at the moment quite messy) space set aside just for him. Bumblebee was merely sitting on his bed staring at the wall lost in his own dark thoughts and memories when the two elder bots approached, animal carrier in hand. Bumblebee was startled by their sudden, unexpected arrival.

Bumblebee: "Uh, hi. What are you doing here?"

Ratchet: "We merely came to lend you our help in whatever way we can."

Optimus: "We noticed that you were struggling quite a bit with your mental health, and we, along with the rest of your team, are quite worried about you."

Bumblebee: "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make anyone worry. I've just had a difficult last couple of cycles."

Ratchet: "Indeed. We thought you could use something, or rather someone, to aid you in both the short-term and the long-term."

Optimus put the carrier down in front of Bumblebee and opened the cage door. The emotional support bee previously dubbed 'Bumbly' was slow to exit their carrier, and climbed gently into Bumblebee's lap. They rolled over a bit to get comfortable fitting perfectly in the space provided, all the while Bumblebee stared at the smaller being in awe.

Bumblebee: "What's this?"

Optimus: "An emotional support bee, to help you in your struggles."

Ratchet: "Optimus named them 'Bumbly', but you can change their name if you so wish."

Bumblebee: "Yeah this one definitely needs a better name. How about Vanilla? I remember it was Raf's favorite flavor of that treat that humans call ice-cream."

Ratchet: "That is a lovely name."

Bumblebee: "You know, on Earth, most working animals have some sort of vest indicating what field they work in and to show that they're not a normal pet. Maybe I can make Vanilla one?"

Ratchet: "That sounds quite wonderful, Bumblebee."

Optimus: "However, I believe you may need a bit more space in order to construct such a vest."

Bumblebee: *looks around the room* *realizes that his room is a complete train wreck of a mess*

Bumblebee: "Yeah, you're probably right, I'll get this place cleaned up and then I'll get right on it."

Bumblebee, along with the assistance of Optimus, Ratchet and Vanilla, took several hours (yes his room was that messy) to clean and rid the room of filth and set up some necessary utilities for Vanilla. All the while Bumblebee spitballed some ideas as to what Vanilla's vest should look like. He came to the decision that he would pick one color and Vanilla would pick another to be woven into a stripped vest. Before he went to work on the vest, he chose a cloth golden in color and laid out various other colored fabrics in front of Vanilla. Vanilla chose one of a minty hue, and buried their face in the soft fabric. Bumblebee hand measured, cut and sewed each fabric piece into a lovely jacket vest that fit perfectly on Vanilla, who seemed to enjoy it as they snuggled up in Bumblebee's arms and chirped happily. Bumblebee petted the soft arm-lengthed bee, familiarizing himself with them. Optimus and Ratchet beamed at the sight of it.

Bumblebee: "Can I show Vanilla to the rest of my team?"

Ratchet: "It's your pet, do whatever you like with them!"

The rest of the team had mixed reactions to the small addition to their team. Grimlock took a bit to warm up to Vanilla, as they reminded him of a cat. Sideswipe tried to act like he didn't care but he ended up being the first one to hold Vanilla. Strongarm just squealed with glee at the sight, unable to fathom the amount of cuteness in front of her. This frightened Vanilla, and they buried themself in Bumblebee's neck to hide from Strongarm. Drift only cared that Bumblebee was finally getting himself the help he needed. He would never admit it out loud, but he was the one who first brought Bumblebee's mental health problems to Optimus and Ratchet's attention. The minicons and humans present all took turns petting Vanilla as Vanilla was slightly bigger than each of them individually. Sideswipe later found the Vanilla's vest to be a bit too plain and stuck a near countless amount of stickers on it, much to both Bumblebee's and Vanilla's liking. Bumblebee made vast improvements in the upcoming months and both him and his team were happier and mentally healthier than ever before.

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[eilinelsghost]

The Reckoning of Rivendell puts Yestarë, the first day of Spring and the Elven new year, somewhere around April 6.

So first off, happy Yestarë!

And second, here's In These Holy Waters once again to mark the occasion:

Finrod’s dive cut through the surface, hardly leaving a splash as he slipped beneath Ivrin’s mere. The water was ice, as ever in these first days of spring when the falls roared down from the heights, filling the basin with snowmelt from the shoulders of the Ered Wethrin. It was a cleansing draught that woke the long slumber, winter shearing away through the glass and light.

Once, any cold plunge had borne his thought back to Yestarë and this yearly pilgrimage to Ulmo’s Well. But as he glided through the current, it was the waters of Ivrin shifting into a remembrance of that other reverence—Celon, with his wide, easy movement; Celon with his ice and his burning knowledge.

Finrod drew his mind back with an effort. He was in Ivrin’s lake, fed by the holy well, the current alive with the presence of the Lord of Waters, the brilliance encircling him. He was home.

Balan had told him once, when their dead were buried on the road from Ossiriand, of his own people’s tradition—the world had been formed from the goddess of earth, from the god of water. Each poured themselves throughout its making and each, therefore, was bound till the end of time within the rock and earth, the ice and rivers. No forms did they reveal beyond these elements, for none could they take on without drawing their sustenance out from the world. Thus through the ceremonial washing, the fallen were wrapped in Guënid’s embrace. In burial, they returned to the arms of Melishk.

So it was here, Finrod thought as he surfaced and the air refilled his lungs. The Sea would not have him, Ossë would rage if ever he drew boat from shore, Uinen would turn her face aside. The Valar no longer walked beside them in raiment of flesh, but here in these holy waters he was held again as in the sea-brine of Belegaer, and his heart sang in exultation with the hymns of his mother’s people. The melody spilled out from his lips, bright as the shimmering water, and as its echoes rippled over him from the surrounding stone, he plunged once more beneath the surface.

There through the water he felt the others suspended too within that chorus. Canneth and Lithui, Edrahil’s dive twisting round in a great loop, weightless. Sídhon wading carefully from the shore and young Gwindor hurled laughing from his brother’s arms. Gildor—dear, beloved boy—soaring through the water with abandon, hands outstretched and grasping after some elusive kinship with his father’s heritage. Each of them woven through the waves, each wrapped in Ulmo’s embrace...

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