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fiddles-ifs · 10 months

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THE KING'S PHYSICIAN: CAST

SIBIR TEMYURINKAI | The Wolf (Gender selectable. She/her, he/him, they/them)

Age: Mid 30s Ethnicity: Ruz Height: 5'7/173cm

Mercenary, captain, commander, and your best friend of many years. Sibir found you at your lowest and helped you realize you were more than just a child of unfortunate circumstance. The two of you have been thick as thieves for more than a decade -- and yet sometimes you think you catch yourself wanting more. They're difficult to read. Only a handful of people (yourself included, most of the time) can pick up on their microexpressions and the nuances in their tone. Introverted, sarcastic, easy-going.

Flavor of romance: Friends to lovers, unresolved sexual tension, love epiphany, shippers on deck.

LISANDRO ABARCAS | The Lion (He/him)

Age: Late 20s Ethnicity: Alandrian (Rionante) Height: 5'11/180 cm

The young king-uncrowned of Alandria, Lisandro has spent the past six years putting down petty revolts and consolidating power after his father's death. Still technically in his regency, Lisandro has yet to be baptized and officially crowned -- despite being the king in all but name. He hires Sibir's mercenary company after a chance encounter to provide extra security for his upcoming baptism. After a mysterious illness threatens to end Lisandro's prosperous reign before it begins, you might be the only one able to help him. Charming, tender-hearted and just, though not exactly honest. Lisandro requires the use of a cane due to an accident in childhood.

Flavor of romance: Courtly love, Uptown Girl, savior complexes.

IDALI ABARCAS | The Spider (She/her)

Age: Mid 30s Ethnicity: Alandrian (Rionante) Height: 5'9/179cm

Duchess of Baqueria, second in line to the throne, Lisandro's sister -- and biggest obstacle. Idali returns to the capital city of Elvira to attend her brother's baptism, and is Suspect No. 1 when Lisandro falls ill. Her extensive spy network, resources, and open, vicious hatred of her brother makes her the obvious choice, but like everyone in Alandria, Idali has secrets. Some she might be willing to share. Cunning, calculating, and capricious.

Flavor of romance: Uptown Girl, Defrosting the Ice Queen, #girlbossmode, dancing with danger.

TESIAS | The Serpent (Gender selectable. She/her, he/him, they/them)

Age: Mid 30s? Ethnicity: Mani? Height: 6'0/182 cm

A mysterious masked traveler who offers you information -- for a price. A consummate professional spy, it's hard to tell who they're working for. Idali? Lisandro? Themself? Someone else? They say they're Mani, a nomadic ethnic group often harassed in Alandria. They also say they're shudnah -- outcast by their Clan for some kind of crime. One thing you know for sure: Tesias is out for revenge. And they will get it. But against whom?

Flavor of romance: [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]

#the king's physician #sibir temyurinkai #lisandro abarcas #idali abarcas #tesias #posting this and then immediately scrambling for the post link so i can stuff it in my intro post LMAO

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sunny-mercya · 8 months

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Starry Skies

Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader

Fandom -> Chronicles of Narnia

Masterlist

«NO!»

A disbelieving shout left your lips, rushing in a sprinting towards and past Caspian—and like a shield, arm stretched out to your sides, an armour, you threw yourself between him and the Ice Mirror.

«The witch is not to be trusted.» said Peter, having followed after you just as quickly, facing Caspian—who hold his bleeding hand painfully.

The two erupted into a heating bickering argument. Throwing childish insults at one another and between all this, the Witch of iciest winter—Jadis—tried to coax all three of you, aiming more towards Peter and Caspian—as both of them are child's of Adam—to free her from her prisoning mirror.

Peter wasn't sure, couldn't remember—make sense of it—what exactly had happen in the next passing by minutes, but whatever he did had to be something awfully bad. Because what Peter clearly remembers, was you sucker punching him in the face.

Though let's try to rewind the moment;

His mind felt so fuzzy blurring and frogged, when Jadis had started to whisper her trickery lies of false promises and—like he had told before, he doesn't remember much—whatever she had said, even though Peter tried his best to block it out, stirred something in Peter.

Caspian watched, like a helpless fool—who, like a newbie, froze up and didn't know what to do in a situation like this—how Peter had taken a Dagger from his belt and stabbed it straightforward into your side. Pushing you, making you tumbling backwards, into the arms of Jadis.

«Why would you do this?! What is wrong with you?!» Caspian shouted in panic, looking at Peter with shocking disbelief.

And Jadis takes you gladly in her arms, holding you in a chokehold with one arm—cutting off the air circulations for your lungs, bringing you in a state of constant fish like gasping and clawing at her arm—while the hand of the other sneaks around your body—going from your chest down to your stomach—and digging her long boney finger into your wound.

A wickedly grin on her lips as she watches with mischievous glinting eyes, how utterly helpless Caspian and awestruck dumbfounded Peter looked.

«Thank you my dear High King Peter, for bringing my precious boy back in my arms, once again.»

Ever so slowly Jadis withdraw her hand, your blood dripping from her finger. In mere seconds she would be free again, thanks to your blood and Peter's oh so kind offering of you

You gripped Jadis wirst, before she could taste the blood, had it in a tight clutch and drew a hiss from her lips.

«I won't let it happen, witch.» gritting the words out through your teeth. Jadis too, grips your wirst and smearing your still warm blood onto your skin.

When you first had fallen into the world of Narnia—in the middle of the sea and thanks the god above, Edmund and the others were nearby—you were absolutely confused to where you were and how you got here and truthfully scared, because you swore you were just seconds ago with the Pevensie siblings at the underground-station in London.

Sure, you had a strange sensation of deja-vu's and feeling surreal throughout your adventures stay in Narnia, but you shook it off as something of just being overall anxious and paranoid.

Though now, in the hold of Jadis, a memory—a row of unpleasantly ones—keeps flashing through your mind.

You had been already in Narnia once before, in th captivity of the White Witch and after your freeing—thanks to Edmund—your mind had just blocked these memories completely in a form of self defense safety.

«You should've known better [Name] than to test me.»

With horror—and horrific terrifying it was—watched Caspian how Jadis, with that bit of magic left in her, freezing and defrost your arm completely in one go. Leaving a row of snowflake like scars—skin red and dripping with blood—behind.

Your agony filled screams, would haunt Caspian for the rest of his life and feelings of guilt forever seeded in him.

Caspian wasn't dumb, he had sawn the old faintly scars on your arm, he just hadn't connected the dots—till now—that you had gotten such scars from the Witch herself.

When Susan, Edmund and Lucy came rushing in, a fight between them and the henchmen of Jadis had broken out.

«I know, you had it sorted.» said Edmund annoyed, aiming his words at Peter. Putting his sword back in its holster—after destroying the mirror (and hopefully Jadis for final)—walking towards you.

After the mirror had sprung into splitters, you were dropped to the ground. Holding back your whimpers as you take in some deep breaths. Edmund helped you up, fretting over you and looking worried at your blue turned lips and how cold you felt.

You shrugged him off, muttering the lines of; I'm fine.

With your head held high, you walked past them towards the entrance. Wanting to be alone for now, away from this and them was all you wanted.

«You're not worthy to serve under me, the High King. A disappointment of a friend and knight you are–»

Susan tried, she really tired, to stop Peter from saying anything more. She knows that her brothers mouth could sometimes be faster than his mind and unnecessarily provoking.

It was too late. The harm already done. They watched with holding breath, how you stopped abruptly in your tracks. Hands clenching to fists.

«Shut the fuck up!» in a flash you turned around and punched Peter, with your pained wounded arm, in the face. Giving him a bloody nose and brought him tumbling down onto the ground.

«You say you're King, than act like one and get yer arrogance outta yer ass.» you told Peter with seething anger—fists trembling, facial features in a disappointing glare—looking down at him.

~~~

Edmund, he had followed you shortly after—not before giving Peter snide comments and a piece of his mind and hearing a loud gruelling scream, which had definitely come from you—found you a bit offside from the base, in the forest near a well. It seems you didn't really treated your wounds at all, leaving them bleeding while you stared, eyes puffing red and brimming with tears, mindlessly ahead of you.

Wordlessly he stepped towards you, taking a seat next to you. Edmund took, with the uttermost care, your arm—taking out the salve, a cloth and bandages he had brought with him—rinsing it clean and bandage it up.

Moving up your shirt, he inspected the stab wound. It didn't looked awfully deep, then again Edmund hadn't any medical knowledge at all, so he couldn't really tell. Though, just like with your arm, he did a basic first-aid.

You laid your head on Edmunds shoulders and he lets you cry it all out.

~~~

And when the final Battle had come.

«Together» «Forever»

«Till death and the beyond» facing each other—for the last time—intertwined your hands as you both repeated the vows, you two have given one another.

And when it all comes crashing down in the bitter end—the flaming stars in the sky above, being a witness to a everlasting love between two humans—you two will still be in adoration of one another.

#male reader #x male reader #fanfiction #fluff #oneshot #fluff?#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie x male reader #edmund #edmund pevensie #edmund x male reader #malereader

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fisheito · 2 months

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how would you eat/cook each nukani character

oh noooooooooo (holds my face in great contemplative agony) u can't do this to me

Eiden: oh mein gotTtTtt getting my hands on eiden would be like receiving an entire cart of summer fresh-from-farm produce. or an entire cow carcass . i would have SO MANY PARTS and SO MANY WAYS to prepare him and every part of him would taste delicious in its own way. there's no way i can ONLY cook eiden one way. i'd have to put him thru every process possible (true to his versatility). i thought about spitroasting him (for the joke) but that's too much eiden for one method. i need to covet him like the king tuna at the fish market as i take him apart piece by piece look. i am frying him like egg for a fast breakfast. i am meticulously grinding him to a paste in a traditional mortar and pestle. i am using him as pesto AND as dipping sauce. i will dehydrate him and drink him as tea. he will be roasted . braised. devoured raw in ceviche. i'll infuse him with vinegars! syrups! oils!! is there a way to make a sourdough starter but it's eidough starter so i can just keep him on my shelf and feed him every day and pass him down for generations? i want eiden for every meal of the day prepared 1000 ways

Aster: would aster taste like blood or the absence of it? hmmmm..... i guess it depends on when he feeds! maybe if i bite into him after a feeding session, he'll burst like a cherry tomato. but otherwise i feel like giving aster the sashimi treatment. put him all fancy on the plate with some garnishes after i treat him with a light citrus wash or smth. a fresh cool flavour!! i'm tempted to make some sort of beverage out of him. dilute him into a fancy mocktail of strange spirits and woody spices. aster juice?!?! looks like pink wine???! i have to treat this one like i'm spoiling him with gifts. he'll probably end up on the artisanal charcuterie board with the fusion jams and marmalades...

Morvay: i feel like he would have a very...particular aroma. he eats a very specialised diet so of everyone in the clan, he has to follow "you are what you eat", right?? my first instinct for some reason is to cure him. like, turn him into prosciutto. if he's gonna have a funky smell, might as well turn up the salt and cure him. tie him up and lock him in the carefully controlled environment of the curing basement. dark... surrounded by other meatbags... slap him around every now and then. slice him up thin and put him on that fancy cheese board with a bunch of other strong smelling foods. slurp him down him with a glass of astringent aster juice to balance out the richness of the morv

Yakumo: soup. he's getting souped. it's only right. might split him half and half into one soup and one stew. maybe the soup will just be a concentrated essence of snek-style broth. like a clear, warming bowl of pho that is DISTILLED YAKUMO and doesn't need much else besides some fave spices to accompany the flavour. as for the stew? i just straight up like stew and it can be so nutritionally complete. so he's going in the classic comfort stew. chunks of yakumo and seasonal vegetables simmered to make a thick hearty pot of glorp. maybe add some alcohol to it if i want to live dangerously. he will sustain me for days to come. anything that i do not turn into soup? i'm going to steam him. a mild little parcel of wrapped yakumo, gently steamed for a hot minute. yakumo tastes best to me when a little wet.

Edmond: to honour his thick sugary ass, i have to turn edmond into some sorta dessert. turn the defrosted ice queen into ice cream? now i could just put edmond in a pot and reduce him until he turns into a syrup but then i would waste all the extra good bits that make up edomon. u need the tsun with the dere and reducing him to pure dere is NOT balanced. he can withstand quite a bit of punishment so maybe i'll whip him up like a custard (by hand FIRST. if that's not strong enough, i'll use an electric hand mixer). turn him into an earl grey creme brulee where u can set him on fire then smack that caramelised crust before spooning out the goopy insides.

Olivine: i feel like i'd wanna enjoy olivine in his least processed form. just enjoy the pure marbled goodness of well-exercised, tender oli. so why not a steak? medium rare to rare? just a little pan-sear and we can chew on him all we want. (i considered searing on a grill, but it's easier around here to get a pan instead of a grill. and oli is all about being accessible to the greatest number of people.) on the other hand, that might not honour oli's nature. he, too, can stand up to a lot of punishment. he might even like it. so part of him can be the relatively unprocessed slab and the other can be a cutlet. that way i can beat him with a hammer, dredge and bread him, then toss him into the deep fryer. to be served with a variety of heavy or creamy sauces.

Quincy: this man is OLD and TOUGH and he probably tastes like every bit of wildlife in the forest combined. then again, he's also always sleeping so does that mean his meat is quite relaxed and i don't have to tenderise forever to be able to chew it? quincy probably eats the simplest diet (no processed microwave preservative type cocktails in here) so he'd be best appreciated in an equally simple dish?? i'd like to skewer him. make him bite-size and cook him over a campfire. alternating with simple salt vs. intricate dry rubs bc i'm not sure which i'd prefer. if he ends up being tough, i'll let him hang out in a savoury marinade for however many days he needs (do NOT make me put a pineapple in there, mister).

Kuya: i lied. **THIS** man is OLD and TOUGH and SINEWY and A BITCHASS to deal with and i bet if i cut him at *just slightly near the wrong spot* then some mystery sac of foul gunk will explode all over me like a punk'd prank. i will take any excuse during the cooking process to abuse this one. grate his rind to infuse in the sauce. mince him for the physical satisfaction then throw him into the blender anyway. toss him violently into a fiery wok and start saute-ing him with every other ingredient ever. i hope you get stabbed by a bunch of pointy carrots. i'll broil him as if he's not already crispy. and I BET at the end of all this work, i'll have somehow have messed up and made him inedible. skill issue. at this point i give up, toss the entire kuya into the pressure cooker, and turn him into stew.

G/Karu: i wanna toss them like a salad (i think they'll have fun with that). i could go the traditional way and make wolf jerky. bring it on the road for a durable snack! if i could somehow chop these two up and turn them into furikake, they could become my convenient, reliable flavour injector for a quick bowl of rice. it's tricky because there are two distinct flavours and they gotta be treated differently to bring out their full potential. but they're also inseparable. what do i do??? i might just put them into my party-type foods where flavours are supposed to mix and it's the wildness of the combos that make it all fun. he's going on the 12-topping pizza!! he's being melted onto the giant tray of nachos!!!

Blade: CAN I EAT THIS? WILL I DIE? WILL MY TEETH BREAK OFF? i have to debone him. i bet there are pointy bits hiding everywhere. get my special tools out and pluck at him for over an hour (i must be thorough). might just put him in the microwave (he'd probably enjoy that). i feel like essence of Blade would also do well as a bubbly drink. mix a simple edroid syrup with some club soda and some edible flowers to look pretty (low calories too!). if the legends are true and blade can adapt to any flavour, i might just turn him into a condiment or special spice mix. grind him to dust and put him in a nice glass container near my stove so i can add him to various foods (the weirder the combo, the better). keep the spirit of experimentation alive with Blade popcorn seasoning!!

Dante: i am gonna make him fragrant as hell. gonna smoke him over intricate spice combos or tea leaves and impart him with the most alluring lung-punchiest sniffs. i don't wanna be too harsh with him but i trust that he'll at least stand up to heat well. he'd probably complain about wasting time, but i'm not rushing the process. u will sit in the smoker and steadily break down over time. maybe after the smoke, i can tuck the odds and ends into a savoury saucy pie. bake him for an hour surrounded by a flaky buttery crust? i might also experiment with some fermentation, like a dante kimchi. i'm curious as to how he'd change flavours given time to age (and just relax for a bit, really).

Rei: i am pickling him. he's gonna become that sour salty lil accompaniment to every meal i have. he'll last forever and somehow never mould and no matter how long i leave him chillin in the fridge, when the time comes to put him on a bun, i know i can rely on him to not suddenly go limp. i still gotta be careful with him tho. can't just stick my fingers in the jar and introduce contaminants all the day because it IS possible to Spoil the Goods idk i just feel like i'd have to let him sit in SOME sort of marinade or brine. if i try to eat him raw i might turn 14 shades of purple before dissolving into radioactive bile

#this is something i never thought about until u brought it up #it felt like zizz pointing to this big button on my head like WHAT'S THIS?#and i respond: uhhm. i don't know. maybe you shouldnt-#zizz: presses the button #[a door on my skull swings open and my brain leaps out. landing on the floor with a wet florpch]#dude legit i was thinking about this for days #if you're wondering whether i was imagining real gore or just fun silly metaphorical cooking #it was oscillating between both. i can't tell where the mind theatre is right now. probably jumping between genres #last night i was tempted to erase my entire blurb for yakumo #and just go I WILL CONSUME HIM. ALIVE. RAW. I WILL VORE HIM STARTING FROM HIS FINGERs #then i slept on it and woke up with inhibition renewed so i left the blurb alone #the clan's all here!#asks

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ortly · 7 months

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Saw your Elementals AU while searching 'Adventure Time Elementals' and saw your title thing being a The Scary Jokes reference to what I'm fairly certain is the first song of theirs I heard, Icicles, so basically... Ur cool, and uh well...

What is the current status of the Fire Kingdom, Slime Kingdom, and I assume where the Ice Kingdom was is either where Simon and Betty are, or just part of the Candy Kingdom?

Also, I did only see the tag so... if this is already answered, sorry

awww, thank you for the compliment :) yes I do like the scary jokes! very cool band if I do say so myself!

the fire kingdom is small, still run by the flame princess(pheobe), but because she isn’t the fire elemental, she’s considerably more weak, and pretty much kept in a very small amount of land by princess bubblegum. a lot of the fire people are just timid(despite all of their fireu additudes!)

the slime kingdom is actually underground! there’s slime princes(who is actually an elemental this time!) who is quite frankly terrified of bubblegum so tries to avoid her at all costs(but occasionally shows up for diplomatic meetings). the slime people are pretty chill but surprisingly resilient. if someone tried to hurt a slime person their fist would just bounce right offa them. still, slime princess is terrified of pb despite the fact that slime could probably beat candy in this scenario.

the ice kingdom is.. tiny, to say the least. Betty is just starting on making the ice kingdom once she defrosts from her icy prison she put her and Simon in, and is kept confined to the outskirts of Ooo due to how big the candy kingdom is. But, the parts of the ice kingdom she has made are really awesome! Ice sculptures everywhere, looks a lot like the winter kings kingdom in fionna and cake, if you’re wondering what exactly it looks like. Simon melts away big blocks of ice to make sculptures!(he ends up making a lot of sculptures of Betty. He loves his ice wife quite a lot)

the candy kingdom is honestly terrible. Too big and takes up most of Ooo, and is run down to a terrifying extent, but all the suffering it’s candy citizens endure become covered up by glucose and maltose. most of the cast lives here(Finn, fern, Marcy, lemongrab, tree trunks, bmo, and even a lot of side characters!) and they hate how much survelince they are put under. it seems like, in the candy kingdom, you’re never not being watched by one of bubblegums banana gaurds!(side note: having disagreements about your favorite type of candy in the candy kingdom is illegal! everyone answer must be bubblegum, no matter if they think that or not)

#asks #mintyflavoredperson #elemental sillies au

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nastya-sokolova-2002 · 5 months

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Full name: Maribel Stone (maiden name King) Arturovna

Date of birth: March 21, 1950

Character: kind, sweet, demanding, moody

Loves: her family, jewelry, her grandfather Archie, Orm (earlier), Arrog (now), giving instructions

She does not like: when her instructions are not followed, Orm (now), Arrog (earlier)

Russian voice acting: Anna Khilkevich

English voice acting: Sarah Kravens

First appearance in Fanon: The fifth chapter in the fanfiction "SCP Foundation: The Last Pages of History" (as a story)

Last appearance in Fanon: Currently unknown

Story: Maribel was born into a royal family in the Island of Unnecessary Mice. She grew up with her parents named Arthur and Isolde. She also grew up with her grandfather Archie. When she was still a little girl, the North Wind took her parents away. From that moment on, she started living with her grandfather. One day the princess had to get married. Her fiance at first was Arrog, who told her and her grandfather about the exploits of his grandfather, but then her fiance became Orm, who lied that he had defeated Snow Queen. When she was told to change her mind, she said that she would not marry him. But suddenly the North Wind kidnapped her when Orm accompanied his grandmother Willow to the palace. In the ice palace, she was defrosted when Arrog arrived at her, but she was frozen again, only with him because of one of the snow monsters. Then, after Orm defeated Snow King and became a royal knight, she married Arrog and gave birth to three sons from him (see the names of the sons in the post about Arrog)

Interesting facts: Maribel is a parody and a reference to the troll princess Maribel from the 2012 "Snow Queen" franchise.

#scp containment breach #scp fandom #scp fanart #scp foundation #pinky and the brain #patb au #patb oc #scp 035 maribel #scp information #interesting facts about scp in my au

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yourheartisstrange · 29 days

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Defrosting The Ice King Moodboard

Moodboard for my SubCage/JohnKuai (?) Fanfic, Defrosting The Ice King, which is really just a sweet soft modern AU that is not abandoned despite the comments I keep getting on AO3 (；��Д￣) Chapter 2 is coming, honest! (Also I swear the goat will make sense when I get to about chapter 3 lmfao) This was mostly made for my personal use, but if it sparks any inspiration, feel free to run with it ♡(｡- ω -)

(✧ω✧) Please read my rules before use!

#mortal kombat #subcage #johnkuai #kuai liang #sub zero #johnny cage #mk kuai liang #mk sub zero #mk johnny cage #(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ moodboards

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soupbabe · 1 year

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My Ocs in the Summer

I absolutely stole this idea from @rottent33th and @devil-doll13, I thought summertime headcanons were cute and I wanted to share how my ocs would be in the hotter months <3

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @frostcorpsclub, @bugginbeetlew

Hunter King

- do you even have to ask if the summer camp slasher guy enjoys summer 🤨

- Of course he does

- Hunter soaks up the sun like a sponge, he spends so much time outside that by the end of the year he has freckles and a new tan

- He loves going to the lake to swim, especially if there's others around

- He likes showing off and he loves the attention he gets from others when he's doing tricks off of big rocks

- Summer is the biggest time he's out killing too

- A lot more people are outside camping and wandering, y'know

- He was practically forced to go cold turkey in winter, he's itching for another kill

Magnolia Sinclair

- I fear this could be a hot take but: I don't think Maggie likes summer all too much

- It gets unbearably hot, there's humidity, and mosquitos are just attracted to her

- Not to mention there's a yearly debate over who has to scrape dead bugs off of the sticky, kinda melted walls of the House of Wax

- However: she's absolutely enamored with summer nights

- She loves hearing the frogs and crickets, she loves seeing lightning bugs light up in the air !!

- She isn't the most active in summertime tbh

-She does a lot of hiking and nature stuff in the spring when all the animals are just now defrosting and the weather is still reasonable

- Summers with Sinclairs in general are pretty docile, but I imagine they still have special days where they go out to a lake/river to cool down or spend the evening by the grill

Carolyn Gray

- I think Carolyn welcomes summer with open arms

- She enjoys the extra daylight, she prepares and switches her wardrobe to cooler clothes the moment it turns 70° out

- Simply unbothered and just here to enjoy summer breezes

- Nothing is more relaxing than sitting outside with an iced tea it's what she lives for

- I've mentioned it a couple of times but Carolyn loves fish

- Summer is for crouching by a creek just to watch small fish and crawfish and nothing else

- Carolyn would leave in the early morning to go to creeks/rivers with her camera and will probably return in the late evening

- It brings her so much peace that she wishes she could live in the woods for forever

Emil Müller

- Oh he burns

- And he burns bad

- Emil has sunscreen, but he's so forgetful of his chest and arms

- That being said he's also not a big fan of summer, it's all too stuffy

- He'll wear his hair up and shed his favorite jacket, but the heat still makes him agitated

- He's only happy when he's inside with a fan in front of his face and ice cream in his hand

- Emil can be an absolute recluse, he's only going out because he needs to go to work or get groceries that's it

- The only good aspect Emil enjoys the storms and rain that come along with summer, he could watch the rain fall and listen to thunder all day long

#hunter king oc #magnolia sinclair #carolyn gray #emil müller #my ocs #oc headcanons

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cherchersketch · 11 months

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the webtoon ~classic~ If you ever see the comments on WEBTOON refer to any lady who attempts to steal away the ML as “Trashta”, this is the series that reference comes from. Literally the reason I first started reading was to find out how bad the OG “Trashta” actually is.

Summary Exactly what it says on the tin. Our main girl, Navier, gets divorced from her childhood sweetheart/arranged marriage partner. But she pulls an UNO Reverse on him and immediately turns around to marry the neighbouring kingdom’s ruler. It’s one of those in media res series so we’re only caught up to “present day” around Chapter 70+. In general, mostly about all the ~political intrigue~ of switching from Empress of an Empire, to Queen of the neighbouring Kingdom, as well as how the replacement takes over her job and how the ex is coping. (not well on both counts)

Tropes - the art does a *glow-up* over time - oh my god there’s so much plot - who run the world? GIRLS - a lady’s battlefield is tea parties and banquets

FL - Navier

- a walking Defrosting Ice Queen trope. You see that image of her on the cover? That’s 80% of her face in the manhwa. Lol - *real nobles* can’t reveal their ~FEELINGS~ - gaslight gatekeep GIRLBOSS - trying her best

ML - Heinrey

- from penpals-to-married in a few months. good for you, king - the guy always falls in love first ;w; - lowkey actually kinda sus (and then I read ahead in the novels and yea, baby boy sus af) - not as dumb as he pretends to be - when in doubt, turn into cute bird

that lady - Rashta

- technically trying her best but not the sharpest knife in the drawer - I wouldn’t say I hate her, like some trashbin-worthy family members from other series, but a lot of her actions make me facepalm - the fandom’s Hate Sink. literally the reason it’s a hazard to mention her in r/OtomeIsekai. lololol

the ex - Sovieshu

- how is he so dumb when he’s the Emperor - someone get him better advisors

Rating: It’s not bad if you’re bored and enjoy the tropes The fact that I went to read ahead in the novels means I did enjoy it initially. But it was one of the first few manhwa I actually read and since then I’ve found other similar series that I prefer. Status (as of 11 July 2023) Ongoing. Season 3 just started. Having read ahead in the novel, and some spoilers, there’s still a long long way to go.

Same Same but Different - Amina of the Lamp - Iris: The Lady and Her Smartphone - The Soulless Duchess

full rec list

#the remarried empress #manhwa #manhwa recommendation #CherCher reviews manhwa

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c1tyhaunts · 6 months

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It was as though they knew me well by now, despite knowing barely anything about me. It was as though you could know a person without knowing the details of their life. You could know their light, because you shared the same light, the way I’d known the prayers the night before without knowing I knew them. I had never imagined this kind of warmth could be so safe, abundant. I’d spent so much time cutting and carving away at myself, worshipping cold. I feared that light and warmth were a trick, a tease, false offerings that lured you into relaxing, and just when you made yourself vulnerable, they would be seized. Better to adapt to the cold. Better to thrust the cold on oneself. Be prepared.... Yet with them, it was so easy. The light was sustained, plentiful. It wasn’t going anywhere. (x)

symbols & tropes: found family // badass crew // loyalty // defrosting the ice queen/king // late-night laughter // slow dancing in the dark // half-finished bourbon bottles // elaborate plans // ambiguity of the future, content in the present

CHARACTER MOODBOARDS & AESTHETICS. @artmadc: 🧡 ORANGE HEART — our muses’ friendship (Terrah, Andres, Sergio)

#▶⌜ch. terrah v. sparkz⌟#▶⌜int. terrah & sergio⌟#▶⌜int. terrah & andres⌟#artmadc #I purposefully found a quote to hurt you back after you just thREW ANGST AT ME #FOR NO REASOn #lol #Hope you enjoy!!#▶⌜terrah sparkz. musings⌟

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beevean · 1 year

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Lets spread awareness around the fandom. Thoughts on Hevor ?

Finally, someone around asking the real important questions uwu

I think I said everything I could say about it? Hella underrated in my humble opinion. I understand that Trevor doesn't interact with Hector much in the game proper, but c'mon, all the ingredients for a solid enemies-to-rivals-to-friends-to-lovers/defrosting ice king arc are there!

First of all, I will be remiss if I don't point out the amazing tension between them during their first fight :P

My good man was very much enjoying whipping the silver haired pretty boy into submission :P and he's so damn sassy, "wow you're supposed to be the scary Devil Forgemaster I heard so much about? lol. lmao even." between him and isaac being a bitch in the first cutscene, poor hec getting bullied by his bfs :(

But then he accepts that Hector really is on his side and he had misjudged him before (and in Japanese this is the moment they both switch from kisama to omae, love when it does that), and he decides to whip him into submission again test his strength to deem if he's worth of helping him, you know much like he did with his friends in CV3! And this time Hector is a good match for him, and that's when Trevor turns... weirdly passionate. Like, I'm not the only one who thinks he sounds just a little too concerned, am I? Even more so in Japanese??

and then isaac stabs/molests him because how dare he touch his hector and we never see him again :D

Well, anyway. We're left to imagine what happens after the events of CoD, and we know that Trevor was left in Julia's care after being stabbed so Hector is bound to see him one last time at the very least, talk with him. Sure, maybe Hector decides that he's done with a life of fighting and he never sees Trevor again, but he could also become an ally of his as a way to make up for his mistakes.

As for their dynamic, you have Hector on one side who is relatively the only sane man and Tired of Everyone's Shit (especially now that he's not Cursed lol), and on the other you have the King of Slaying, Trevor who is very well aware of how charismatic he is and he's not afraid of showing off :P at least think of the comedic potential. A bit more seriously, in a hypothetical rewriting of CoD, the two might bump into each other more often, and we might learn that Trevor knew about the atrocities Hector committed under Dracula's name, maybe even saw him and Isaac personally, and that's why he didn't give him the benefit of the doubt unlike he did with, say, Alucard; and Hector could swear that he really regrets what he's done and he will do anything to atone for his sins, and maybe he'd help Trevor during their travels, and the two could learn to actually trust each other and see each other's best parts, Trevor's pure heart and Hector's more noble side. Also, they were both shunned from society due to their powers, but Hector could admire Trevor for never feeling resentment and immediately jumping to help the same people who hated him, while Trevor might sympathize with Hector and commend him for eventually finding the strenght to break free from Dracula's influence.

also yeah insert kinky jokes here one has a whip and the other goes around wearing chains and tight leather pants do i really have to spell out the obvious here

In short, you do have to kind of write a whole fanfiction by yourself, unlike say Isaactor where the proof that Isaac wanted Hector is all but text :P but I think they have potential! Either as different people growing closer, or simply as rivals with plenty of UST :P

#castlevania #curse of darkness #hevor #hector castlevania #trevor belmont

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astralisbelle · 1 year

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Dead Man's Hand 6 - Lap of Luxury

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: Canto Bight's opulent suite offers its fair share of comfort, amenities... and bath time shenanigans.

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“Your suite, sir. We hope the accommodations are to your liking.” The bellhop opens the door to the hotel room and bows his head, allowing them to venture inside. She takes the initiative, pushing past and striding in. Instantly, her eyes widen and she gasps.

The suite is larger than any apartment she had ever seen, so neat and luxurious. The window on the back wall overlooks all of Canto Bight, showing each light, each cruiser, every casino on the strip. She wanders in further, turning to the left to see the walkway to a door. Pressing the button next to it, it slides open and reveals the marble bathroom inside with a tub that could easily fit two, maybe three people. Next to it is a shower and then across is a double sink. With a giddiness in her step, she scurries across the suite and crosses the doorway, past the couch and lounge chairs, and into the main bedroom. The bed stretches wide with perfectly smooth, clean sheets that practically beg her to jump on it.

Behind her, the Mandalorian peeks into the room, touching the windows, looking underneath the bed, and sliding the closets open. Once he determines it’s secure, Grogu’s pram floats in, finding a place to park itself. “Hm.” He walks away from the room, continuing to sweep the rest of the suite.

“Since you are participating in the tournament,” says the bellhop, “food and drinks are complementary. Simply use the console to contact room service.”

“What does that mean?” she asks. “Food is free?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

For someone that grew up starving, that confirmation made her mouth salivate. She is going to order enough to feed a whole cantina. The Mandalorian emerges from the bathroom, reaching into his back pocket. “Thanks,” he says tossing a few credits to the bellhop. “We’ll take it from here.”

The bellhop catches the tip and smiles, bowing before taking his leave. Once he is gone, all of the excitement she was holding in bursts out at once into a happy yell. She tosses herself onto the couch, her feet kicking. “This is so cool!” She sits up. “Hell, I have no idea what I should do first! Order everything on the menu maybe? Take a nap?”

“You’re not ordering everything on the menu.”

“Tch. Kill joy.” She scratches her cheek. Come to think of it, he hasn’t had an opportunity to eat this entire time, has he? He must be starving. “...I have an idea. I think I want to take a nice, long bath. Why don’t you order food for us and you can eat in peace?”

He thinks on it for a few moments. “Fine with me.”

She bolts up, shuffling over to the tub. Inspecting the buttons, she sees that it comes with multiple features. “Hmm…” Pressing one starts the pipes and hot water gushes forth, filling the bottom of the tub. Another button mixes a shimmering soap with it, forming large bubbles. “Ah, perfect!” Just as she turns to shut the door, she looks down to see that Grogu had followed her, trying to peer into the tub. With a smile, she lifts him to the edge so he can see. “Looks fun, huh?”

He coos in response, looking up at her with those eyes that no one can resist.

Rolling her eyes, she peeks out the door. “Hey, uh… Mando? I can call you ‘Mando,’ right?” He responds from the couch.

“What is it?”

“Do you mind if I take Grogu with me?”

The Mandalorian does not response back quickly, but he eventually sighs and relents. “Just keep the door unlocked.”

“Unlock – seriously?”

“...Not remotely what I meant.”

She pouts, sliding back into the bathroom and closing the door, not putting the lock on it like he asked. “He’s so protective of you, isn’t he?” she says to Grogu, placing him on the sink counter. “It’s kind of sweet, actually…” She kicks off her shoes and pulls off her clothes, shedding off each article of clothing one by one. “Annoying.” She shakes out her hair. “But sweet.”

Grogu lifts his arms and allows her to pull his burlap shirt off, then the chain shirt underneath. Upon finding it, she laughs and holds it in her hands. “Aww! It’s so tiny! Is this beskar?” Grogu makes a happy squeak. “That’s adorable. Your dad is just a big softie, isn’t he?” She takes Grogu from the counter and steps into the hot bath, settling in with a long sigh, balancing him on her knees. “Stars, that’s amazing…”

The silky waters of the hot bath melt away the layers of dirt, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished. Bubbles cover the surface, a few of them floating and bouncing throughout the room. Grogu stares at his own reflection in one that flies near his face, popping once he pokes it. She slides her feet against the bottom of the tub, her knees inching further into the water so Grogu could submerge a little.

She looks around the luxurious bathroom, her shoulders sinking into the water as she breaths in the clean, flowery scent. What a weird moment. Here she is, living like a queen, bathing with a small child while someone waits on the other side of the door. It’s strange having someone physically close to her, especially a child. Even Grogu’s splashes make her smile and laugh.

For the first time in her life, she doesn’t feel so alone.

She thinks to herself that it’s time she washed her hair – that is sure to take a while. “Where is the shampoo…” It’s nowhere near the tub. Finally, she spots the bottle sitting atop of the sink, much further than her arm can reach. “Damn. Sorry, kiddo. Just give me a moment…” She trails off.

Grogu closes his eyes and extends a tiny hand toward the sink. What the hell is he doing? She glances between him and sink and then, she sees the bottle of shampoo. It’s floating towards them. Her reaction is completely involuntary, and she makes a loud noise in surprise, disturbing enough water to push some over the edge.

Rapid footsteps approach the door and it slides open. The Mandalorian barges in, blaster at the ready. “What happened?”

“Hey!” She snatches Grogu, using him to shield her chest. At that, his concentration breaks and the shampoo bottle falls to the floor with a loud pop. “D-Don’t look!”

“Ah…” She cannot see the Mandalorian’s expression, but the tone of his stuttering sounds tells her that he’s caught off guard. He clears his throat loudly, turning his head away and putting the blaster away. “Why did you scream?”

“I didn’t scream, I just…” She looks down at Grogu then back at the shampoo bottle. “Did you see that bottle floating in the air?”

He kneels down, picking it up. “No.”

“I swear it was moving. It was like… it was like the kid was–”

“Moving it with his mind? Yeah, he does that.”

“He–,” she frowns. “‘He does that,’ how long exactly has he been ‘doing that?’”

“I don’t know,” he responds, irritated. “Look, can we talk about this when you’re finished?”

“Oh… yeah, that’s fine…” She bites her lip. “Can… I have the shampoo, please?”

He sighs. The Mandalorian grabs the other bottles and sets them next to the tub, all the while his visor looking away. “Hurry up.” He walks out of the bathroom and presses the button to close the door. With him finally out, she sighs in relief.

She’s lucky the bubbles covered everything.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfic #work: dead man's hand

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