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juni-ravenhall · 14 days

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How about 4, 5, and 6 for your ask game :3c?

Which Horse was your first purchase? Do you still own that horse, and what did you name it?

so when i started playing sso (2017?) i occasionally saw people ride this horse, i still remember being in moorland as a n00b and stopping in my tracks to look at it bc i was blown away:

im weak for "lighter mane colour than coat colour" horses and this one has a unique colour so it really stood out to me. plus, im a friesian enjoyer as far as irl horses go, even if sso friesians have never been quite right to me (including this one).

so i googled where to get this horse, okay, new hillcrest. i told myself: thats the horse i want, i dont need to buy any other horse until i can get it bc i dont care that much about any other horse ive seen so far anyway. (i obvs didnt have much sc, since id just started) i had no idea how long it would take to get to NH at this point lol.

then i play for some time and i get to firgrove (i think that was where it was at least). and im met by......

.... this guy who i just love. hes so cute. i stare at him and question if i have to stick to my decision to save up sc for the friesian. eventually i decide that it seems like its a long time until i unlock NH anyway, so its okay if i get him in the meantime.

so he was my first bought horse, and it was a great decision bc then he was my main (very beloved) horse for a long time. his name is Snowspell but i also call him Pelle (swedish name). this was also before the starter horse got gen3'd, so Pelle just looked better than Winterborn dsfgkjdfs... but i rode him all the time and loved him so much.

eventually when i got to NH, i think id bought at least one other horse (the blue old magic horse), and also, when i actually was face to face with the friesian i wanted, i realised i didnt like it that much. i felt like the face wasnt that pretty, and overall it looks a bit plasticky like a toy. i did buy one (shes called MorningDream, i think maybe shes called Morning Sun in my brain tho) and then just didnt ride her at all basically..... until 2-3 years ago when i suddenly realised that i love her with red tack on, she looks like a beautiful christmas toy horse, so we got a happy ending too.

Which Horse is your favorite? Do you own said horse, or are you simply dreaming of buying it?

basically Winterborn my starter is my emotional favourite like, he doesnt have the best model, but i cant imagine not having him (or a replacement for him if they released another horse that has the same colour and vibes, to take over the title of heart horse vessel).

at the moment my non-starter favourite is my ardennes Meatball (registered name Walnut) and im really frustrated that hes not good for champs bc i want to ride him all the time. i have a lot of beloved horses though so i will just leave it at current obsession and heart horse for now.

Which Breed is your favorite? Which Generation is it from, and why do you love it so much?

it might be the ardennes. the appaloosa is also up there. in general i seem to like Nomi's horses bc they have the most personality, both in the model and animation, and also in the small details in the coats, all together it makes them feel more alive. i dont like the ones that lack interesting mouth / tongue / eye / nose animations, and i dont like ones that have too undetailed coats (which looks plasticky to me). also i love hairy horses so ardennes hits a lot of points for me.

#ask games

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yujo-nishimura · 3 months

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Whispers of the Desert Kingdom - Part 10 (NSFW)

Warning: Sir Crocodile x fem reader, English is not my native language, not proof-read, age gap - forced marriage, angst and manipulation, NSFW, smut

words: 1326 - since it is getting so long this is a 2-part Smut ;)

Taglist: @mcgeemouse , @fan-g0rl , @vexladin , @black-swan-blog27 @caniseethefourthsword

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

You made it quickly back to the palace, knowing the city of Alubarna well since your childhood nothing was easier for you to navigate through its narrow, dusty streets.

You sneaked back into your room, hoping that most of the servants and maids had not realized you had been absent for some hours.

Determined to keep yourself busy until the evening you sat down on your desk, opening your study books. However, as much as you tried, you could not concentrate, thoughts of Crocodile were occupying your mind and his taste was still lingering on your lips. You were not naive enough to think Crocodile had the best intentions when he married you. But your unconditional love for him made it so difficult to stand up against his will.

It became evening, the servants brought dinner and then it became night and you were still sitting at your desk, staring at the pages of your books without reading a single line. Loneliness enveloped you, amplifying the ache in your heart. The idea of calling for Pell, seeking some solace in his presence, briefly crossed your mind. But at this very moment the door opened without a knock and you knew that there was only one person who entered your room without your permission. It was your husband and the person you had been waiting for - a tired look in his eyes. He wasted no time, immediately laying down on your bed, still fully dressed, with his sandy shoes still on.

“I had a long day… take them off if they bother you.” , he said, recognizing your disapproval.

You sighed. You hated dirt and chaos and although you were a princess and his wife and you wanted to be treated with respect, knowing that the sand could get on your bed made you stand up, walk over to him and carefully take off his shoes. His reaction was a smug smile that irked you, tempting you to leave him like that and seek solace in another room. “Now my coat as well…!”, he said and you suddenly realized that he started to enjoy this.

You sighed, torn between wanting to be treated with respect but also your longing of trying to touch him and his body. As you walked to the side of the bed, you noticed that he had sat up, making it easier for you to reach for the collar of his coat and slide it delicately off his shoulders. He seemed at least somewhat cooperative, which provided a small measure of relief.

"Now my shirt...!" he whispered, causing your face to flush with embarrassment. You lowered your head, concealing your reaction, and with trembling hands, you began unbuttoning the white shirt that adorned his frame. The warmth of his skin radiated through the fabric, heightening the intensity of your desires. To avoid meeting his gaze, you focused solely on the task at hand, determined to fulfill his request. Once you finished unbuttoning his shirt, you kept your eyes averted, not daring to look up at him. But in an unexpected move, he placed his hook under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His purple eyes bore into yours, a mixture of intensity and something undefinable.

"And now my trousers...!" he whispered, his voice laced with anticipation. The air crackled with an electric tension, and you found yourself caught between the conflicting desires within you.

"Please...!" you found yourself whispering, your voice laden with a mix of longing and uncertainty. The words slipped from your lips before you could fully grasp what you were begging for. Crocodile's smile persisted—a knowing smirk that revealed his delight in having you under his control.

"Do you truly require further persuasion, Princess?" he murmured, his words dripping with a tempting allure. In one swift motion, his hook encircled your waist, pulling you into an embrace, pressing you against his bare chest. Heat coursed through your body, your arousal unmasked and painfully evident to him.

Now it was his hand grabbing your face and as he made you look up again he pressed his lips against yours with an intensity that took your breath away. You immediately leant into this kiss, it felt like you had been waiting for this for 5 years, everyday and now it was time to fulfill your dream. While kissing him you got on your knees, gently lifting the fabric of your dress so you could settle on his lap. He did not break the kiss but you could feel his approval, putting both of his arms around you now, pushing you closer to him. As you gently lowered yourself on his lap you could feel a hard bulge pressing against the clothed folds between your legs and for a moment you felt like going mad. He wanted you as well and whatever evil plans he might have had in mind when he married you - right now it only mattered to you that the man you loved was aroused by you and your presence.

As the passionate kiss between you and Crocodile broke, you found yourself breathless, perched atop him, your arms encircling his strong shoulders. Your eyes locked onto his, an unspoken understanding passing between you. A smile graced his face once more, but this time it held a gentler quality.

In a tender whisper, he murmured, "See, I knew you wanted this as well...!" His words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, fueling the fire that burned within you. Without hesitation, you threw your head back, granting him greater access to your neck and chest.

Impatience flooded over you, and with a determined urgency, you began to undress yourself. Your hands deftly loosened the corset beneath your dress, allowing the constriction to release its hold on your body. Button by button, you freed yourself from the garments that concealed your desire. In that moment, you relinquished control and embraced the intoxicating dance of pleasure and vulnerability. He gently bit down on your breasts, cupping them with his large hand. Your breath was going faster again and you felt like going insane if he would not quickly take what was his. “Crocodile..!”, you moaned silently as he started to gently caress your nipples with his tongue and he understood your plea as you began to brush against his hardness, longing for friction.

“What do you want…?” His voice was hoarse from arousal as he broke his kisses on your skin, looking up to you.

“I…!”, you were unable to say it, you felt so overwhelmed by your feelings and ashamed - you felt like the little bit of control you had earlier was slipping out of your hands again.

Suddenly, without any hesitation, Crocodile's hands wrapped around your waist once more, swiftly flipping you onto the bed. In a seamless motion, he loomed over you, his commanding presence asserting its dominance. His knees pressed against your legs, effectively immobilizing them, while his arms positioned themselves on either side of your head, securing you beneath the weight of his formidable body.

As his gaze locked onto yours, you could see a hunger in his eyes, a hunger matched by your own. The proximity between you was intoxicating, the heat of his body seeping into your own. Every breath, every heartbeat, seemed to echo in the charged atmosphere.

“What do you want, Princess?”, he asked again, pressing his hard bulge against your wet folds. Your underwear was completely soaked and it was the only piece of cloth left on your body. He had scanned you already, taking notice of your beautiful figure and your tender skin.

All he needed now was your permission knowing that once granted, he would unleash his passion upon you, giving in to his urge to ravage and consume you.

“I want you inside of me… fill me up..!”, you whispered and suddenly Crocodiles eyes darkened with primal intensity. You knew there was no turning back at this point.

#one piece #sir crocodile x y/n #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile one piece #x reader #yujowriting #sir crocodile #alabasta

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sayitalianolearns · 7 months

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Multilingual post about:

clothing - (i) vestiti/(l')abbigliamento - 옷/의류 - (les) vêtements - (las) ropas

ENG - ITA - KOR - FRA - ESP

trousers - (i) pantaloni/(i) calzoni - 바지 - (le) pantalon - (los) pantalones

jeans - (i) jeans - 청바지 - (le) jean - (los) vaqueros

shirt - (la) camicia - 셔츠 - (la) chemise - (la) camisa

shorts - (i) calzoncini/(i) pantaloni corti/(i) pantaloncini/(gli) shorts - 반바지 - (un) short - (el) short

t-shirt - (la) maglietta/(la) t-shirt - 티셔츠 - (les) t-shirts/(le) maillot - (la) camiseta

blouse - (la) blusa - 블라우스 - (la) blouse - (la) blusa

skirt - (la) gonna - 치마 - (la) jupe - (la) falda

jumper - (il) maglione/(il) pullover - 스웨터 - (le) pull - (el) pulóver

sweatshirt - (la) felpa - 운동복 상의 - (le) sweat - (le) suéter

sweatsuit/jumpsuit/sportswear - (la) tuta - 점프수트/운동복 - (le) survêt(ement) - (le) chándal

coat - (il) cappotto - 코트/외투 - (le) manteau - (el) abrigo

overcoat - (il) soprabito - 외투 - (le) pardessus - (el) sobretodo

leather jacket - (il) giubbotto di pelle/(il) chiodo - 가죽잠바 - (la) veste en cuir - (la) chaqueta de cuero

jacket - (la) giacca - 재킷 - (la) veste/jaquette - (la) chaqueta

vest - (il) gilet - 조끼 - (la) vest/(el) gilet - (el) chaleco

uniform - (l')uniforme - 제복 - (l')uniforme - (el) uniforme

suit - (l')abito da sera, (il) completo - (스리피스) 정장 - (le) tailleur/(le) costume - (el) traje

bathing suit - (il) costume da bagno - 수영복 - (le) maillot de bain - (el) bañador

pyjama - (il) pigiama - 잠옷 - (le) pyjama - (el) pijama

dress - (il) vestito - 원피스 - (la) robe - (el) vestido

socks - (le) calze - 양말 - (les) chaussettes - (los) calcetínos

stockings - (i) collant/(le) autoreggenti - 스타킹 - (le) bas/(les) collants - (las) calcetas

shoes - (le) scarpe - 신발 - (les) chaussures - (los) zapatos

slippers - (le) pantofole - 슬리퍼 - (les) pantoufles - (las) zapatillas

sneakers/trainers - (le) scarpe da ginnastica/(le) scarpe da tennis - 운동화 - (les) baskets/(les) chaussures de tennis - (las) zapatillas deportiva

underwear - (l')intimo - 속옷 - (le) sous-vêtement - (la) ropa interior

pants/slips - (le) mutande/(gli) slip - 팬티 - (les) culottes/(les) slips - (las) bragas/(los) calzones

baseball cap - (il) cappellino da baseball - 야구 모자 - (la) casquette de base-ball - (la) gorra de béisbol

beanie - (la) cuffia (di lana) - 털모자 - (le) bonnet - (el) gorro

gloves - (i) guanti - 장갑 - (les) gants - (los) guantes

scarf - (la) sciarpa - 스카프 - (l')écharpe - (la) bufanda

(neck)tie - (la) cravatta - 넥타이 - (la) cravate - (la) corbata

#polyglot #multilingual #languages #italian #english #french #korean #spanish #please send corrections thanks #im rusty

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ballonleastadiumofficial · 7 months

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@dragon-tailz 🍎 a time my muse felt safe with yours.

"I'm gonna do it."

"...You're not serious."

Bede and Wyverlyn stood side by side, toes facing the downward slope of a steep, grassy hill. Bede's hands were stuffed in his coat pockets and his head was tipped passively toward his bright-eyed companion. Currently, Wyverlyn was using those bright eyes to stare down at the tantalizing descent before them. Although she somehow still managed to radiate that certain insidious, mischievous affection of hers in his direction. "You're right, I'm not. This is a matter of the utmost silliness, I'd say." Wyverlyn bumped his arm lightly with hers. “Unless you’re trying to say I won’t do it, then you’re wrong. I have to. Have you ever seen a more perfect hill in your life?”

Bede sniffed impassively. "To be frank, I don't tend to spend my precious time concerning myself with ranking my favorite mounds of dirt." He paused. “Don’t tell me you were hoping to do it together.”

Wyverlyn finally turned to look at him, waving her hands to dispel his concern. “Oh, no. No, no. I wouldn’t make you do that. We couldn’t have you getting any grass stains on that coat or anything.” Bede frowned slightly. From any other person, he’d likely find that sentiment to be in bad taste. After all, he’d seen his fair share of mocking over his care for his coat, his hair, his shoes… but even to his mistrusting ear, he struggled to interpret Wyverlyn’s words as anything but genuine. This frustrated him slightly.

By the time he’d snapped himself out of his thoughts, Wyverlyn had already dropped to her side in the grass. She wobbled into a few prep rolls, back, forth, one, two… before launching herself into a pell-mell tumble down the verdant incline. Her giggles and whoops came in crashing waves, dampening and rising as her face was muffled by the grass and then revealed again. Bede leaned over to watch Wyverlyn’s red and blue silhouette grow smaller and smaller through her roll, until she reached the base of the hill and disappeared into a thick patch of flowers with a light thud. Wyverlyn burst up from among the pink and white petals, cheering and pumping her fist and holding a handful of flower stems in her hand. Bede smiled lopsidedly at her despite himself as she skipped and jogged back up the hill toward him.

Skidding to a stop beside her friend, Wyverlyn gave a twirl and a flourish, depositing one of her pink flowers into the silvery curls above Bede's ear. "Ha haha! I was right! That was great!" She stood and tottered on her heels, holding her remaining flowers close in both hands, as if they were something precious. "I gotta keep these to remember it by. And you get one too, because I'm just that generous, hehehehe."

Bede's hand creeped up and hovered over the flower in his hair. His hair that he'd spent so much time fixing that morning, his hair that could not be soaked or crushed under any circumstances, his hair that would suffer no meddling... He stopped like that for a moment, processing, before he spoke.

"...Thanks."

#dragon-tailz

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chrisninababe · 1 year

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#songs i love #SoundCloud

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assiraphales · 6 months

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HELLO HI let me start this off by saying i love your posts so so much they are so silly

Anyways since opla season 2 has been confirmed, what are some things you REALLY want to see? Im genuinely curious

so i'm assuming they will start off with loguetown and end with alabasta. i'm hoping that since the first season was so successful netflix will order a FEW more episodes (ideally ten or more) but I have to stay realistic so I know every detail won't translate to screen

a lot of the anime loguetown arc was filler (zoro mopping the marine's floors, luffy running around lost and drinking milk at a bar, sanji entering a random cooking competition) and I know there's a few things they're unlikely to skip (zoro aquiring kitetsu & hopefully throwing the sword in the air to see if it'll chop his arm off, luffy on the executioner's platform, smoker) but i really they have time for

-nami n usopp bonding. especially the moment where usopp faced off against daddy the parent bc not only was nami there supporting him/willing to fight for him, but it also was a glimpse into his complicated relationship with his father. daddy the parent quit his job so he could spend more time with his daughter, while yasopp completely abandoned usopp. it was also so cute when they were fangirling over sanji together -i'm so excited to see inaki laughing with his head in the stocks seconds away from death I just know he's going to devour that scene -there probably won't be time but it would be funny if we see luffy n zoro on their lunch date with a combined zero dollars in their pocket and buggy ends up covering their bill without knowing who they were -i'm can't wait to see who they cast as smoker!!!! their casting has been honestly great so far so i'm looking forward to the reveal

laboon the giant whale. LABOON THE GIANT WHALE !!! I know in the grand scheme (at least from a standalone season perspective) he's not that important to the plot. but by god !!!! give us the depressed whale that luffy gives the will to live back to!!!! practical effects are very important to the one piece team I think they can figure it out

whiskey peak is going to be controversial but I hope luffy n zoro's fight goes EXACTLY like it does in the anime & manga (aka they're so in sync that they're punches are meeting in the middle and they're yelling in unison & five minutes later they're laughing about the prospect of meeting a warlord). this arc also requires the writers to let zoro have his funny guy routine because him hecking the agents is so good

while I don't know if we'll see zoro fighting a triceratops and saying "oh so u do three sword style too" we NEED to see him do his stupid pose in the wax. season ruined if not. (jk but its very high on my list)

chopper my wittle cutie. I know we'll see him no matter what but I'm banking on a puppet. i'm pretty sure its already confirmed that they're using practical effects for him, but I heard maybe prosthetics which could be a hit or a miss

nami and vivi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! karu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm truly on the edge of my seat to see how they'll handle zoro n sanji's rivalry considering they've made the decision to base it around their relationship with luffy. the girls WILL be fighting

similarly excited to see live action sanji fawning over not only nami but also his little meow meow luffy (fantastic change from the anime imo)

crocodile better be the greasiest motherfucker I hope he's absolutely vile. i can't wait to see him wearing a FUR lined coat in a desert

I also know they're going to go off with pell's character design

ACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ok this is so long i'm so sorry lmaoooooooooo #one piece #opla #one piece live action

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valoisfulcanellideux · 8 months

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These Stones Remember - LXI

"Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others." — Jonathan Swift

On flatter ground, wending through the miraculously untouched forest, the mages had drawn closer to the camp. The trees grew sparse, the tents rising up before them in a welcoming sight. And amid it all, a curious golden light moved slowly toward what was clearly the central open area of the encampment. As it moved into view, Xsia-Minai’Te had faltered, her steps momentarily coming to a halt as she stared. A tall man stood at the centre of the light, his skin deeply tanned, his hair brown, his clothes the simple linen raiment of the Paixandrian people, but covered with a familiar long ivory coat. Behind him… a huge pair of wings rose, of age-yellowed bone and shattered gauzy membranes, mended with pale ribbons and copper threads. Her people had stopped behind her, mumbling and muttering as they waited and she simply gaped at the sight; a history that happened elsewhere but now come to life in this moment. “Paix,” she had whispered. And, as if he had heard her, even across the distance between them, he had turned toward her… and smiled. “PAIX!” she had then screamed, gathering up her satchel and her skirts, as she ran pell-mell out of the forest, across the sparsely renewed green grass of the plains, and into his waiting arms, wrapping herself around him and sobbing with relief.

Read it in full at AO3: These Stones Remember - LXI

Artwork by Sabira/floweroflaurelin (used with permission) - see my pinned post for links to their work.

#these stones remember #being the journal of onorait paix al-lareiff #empires smp #empiresblr #pixlriffs #empires pixlriffs #empires fanfic #mcytblr #mcyt #the ancient capital #pixandria #the copper king #geminitay

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ainyan · 1 year

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For the skipping music track ask - 14!

Let me be your safe place If the sky would open I'm making sure that you'll stay dry In the greatest of storms I'll be your light - Better, Arc North, Rival & Cadmium

One of the downsides to living near the ocean was the unpredictability of the weather. The clouds had billowed up out of nowhere, choking out the sun in a matter of moments. Sailors had swarmed the piers to tie down ships and secure cargo while the scholars and civilians had streamed in droves away from the harbor and the agora, seeking shelter within one of the various buildings that marched up the terraces towards the Rostra.

Thancred and Kal'istae, having been enjoying a brief interlude along the cliffs, took one look at the sky and began to make their way across the common greenspace towards the Annex. Before they were halfway there, the gunbreaker, weather-wise to the ways of sea cities after his formative years in Limsa and Sharlayan, dragged off his fending coat and plopped it down over the Au Ra. It draped over her, covering her from head to heel.

"You're going to get wet," she protested, but she didn't offer it back to him, pulling it closed and enveloping herself in the rich scents of leather and steel and gunpowder.

He strode easily at her side even as thunder rumbled and lightning crawled along the bellies of the low-hanging clouds, illuminating the choppy seas and rapidly clearing city. When the rain began in earnest, he scraped his hair from his face and grinned. "Won't be the first time I've been soaked. You'll just have to help me dry off."

From within the embrace of his coat, a pair of lavender-edged eyes glowed merrily at him. "I think I can manage that," she agreed, and his chuckle warmed her even as the chill rain soaked her sandals and splashed up around her legs. "Come on," she called, picking up the pace.

He reached down and grabbed her hand, and she shrieked with laughter, clinging to his coat as he hauled her along at a run, dashing pell-mell across the grounds and over the bridge into the foyer of the Annex, safe at last, if a bit worse for wear.

A laughing Student passed them a pair of warm towels and together they ducked into the back, to find an empty nap room and wait out the storm.

Or, perhaps, to ride it out. Together.

Give me a number and I'll shuffle my playlist that many times, then write a mini-fic based on the song that pops up!

Thank you for the prompt!

#asked and answered #kal'istae miurani #thancred waters #wolcred #wol x thancred

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crypt-tids · 2 years

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A Gift Unto the King

cw: blood, death

The Fall

The prince looked down at his lover’s flustered face, his cheeks blushing red as he took a sharp inhale, held for a moment, and then slowly exhaled. Through heavy, panting, breaths, the royal admired the beauty of his lover; from his disheveled, sandy blonde hair, to the scars marking his body from past battles, each a testament to his resilience. His body glistened in the warm candle light that softly glazed the room. For a creature so torn apart by sword and spear, he looked nothing short of angelic.

Gently pulling away, the prince rocked to the side, and flopped down onto the bed next to him. A strong arm pulled him close as he rested his head against the man’s inner shoulder. He ran his fingers gently across his muscular lover’s bare chest, his long fingernails lightly tracing the contours of his pecs. He could feel the knight’s heart pounding vigorously, his chest rising and falling at a decent pace as he attempted to catch his breath. The two laid in silence for a while, embracing each other as they watched the candle light flicker and dance against the walls. Freshly laundered sheets caressed their bare figures in a comfortable warmth as they breathed in the faint aroma of sweet lavender and cedar wood. Each calming breath encapsulated them further in peaceful euphoria. Prince Vin felt Lucas’s breaths deepen, accompanied by a soft, nearly inaudible, snore. He glanced up at his lover’s sleeping face once more before drifting off to sleep himself.

Vin was awakened by the warm glow of morning sun streaming into the room from between the cracks in the drapes. Tiny specs of dust danced like glitter in the golden rays. Turning over, he expected to be met with the warmth of Lucas’s body, but instead, the bed was cold and empty. Propping himself up on one arm, he ran his hands across the sheets where his lover had been just a few hours before. Sighing, he grabbed Lucas’s pillow and held it close, inhaling the scent. He couldn’t say he was surprised to find himself alone, but just once, he’d like to wake up next to the person he’d fallen asleep with.

After a few moments, he tossed the pillow aside and got out of bed. He adorned a silk robe, and lifted the plum colored drapes slightly to peer out into the courtyard. Fresh morning mist coated the grassy hills in a thin blanket, delicately swirling in the breeze, while puffy clouds reflected fiery gold and orange into a pastel blue sky. In the center of the courtyard sat a small, crackling, fire, being tended by a middle aged woman filling a cauldron with vegetables and potatoes. She hung the pot on the iron hook above the flames, stirred the soup with a ladle briefly, and then disappeared into the servant’s entrance. A man clothed in worn, dirt covered trousers and a tan blouse tugged a cart of hay towards the stables, where horses waited, neighing with excitement. The blacksmith and his apprentice could be faintly heard hammering steel by the forge. Amongst the few people milling around the courtyard, Lucas wasn’t one of them.

Tugging on a pair of trousers and a shirt, the dark haired prince left his chambers and headed towards the dining hall. On his way, he glanced out the window facing the back fields. There, he spotted Lucas, sword in hand, vigorously slashing at a wooden pell. Vin stared down at the knight as he twisted and spun, sword hitting its mark with every swing. The deep, unlaced “v” of his loose, white, blouse exposed a thin wash of sandy blonde chest hair. His skin glistened with sweat, despite the chilled morning air. Vin felt himself getting lost in admiration for his lover, every move captivating him more. Finally, Lucas swung around forcefully, and his sword slashed through the wood, severing the top of the pell. Muscles tensed, Lucas stood still for a moment, sword hanging in his hands, panting heavily. Then, straightening himself out, he ran his hand through his hair to push it out of his face, exposing a scar running over his jaw and up midway to his left cheek. Suddenly, something captured Lucas’s attention, and he directed himself towards the castle, sprinting inside. Vin’s brows furrowed in confusion for a second before he heard what he could only assume was what Lucas had heard. Yelling and screaming was beginning to seep into the castle walls. Instinctively, the prince darted down the hall towards the stairs to the great hall. Rounding the corner and looking over the banister, his eyes were met with horror. His lover and the royal healer were hunched over the king, who was laid on the stone floor in a pool of his own blood. The queen stood rigid, trembling in shock, her slender fingers covering her mouth. Vin found himself frozen, merely staring at the sight unfolding before him, hands clenching the banister tightly. He could see the healer shouting orders, maids screaming to each other as they fulfilled his requests, but he couldn’t hear the words. Instead, it was replaced by a muffled, throbbing, cacophony. Lucas was covered in the king’s blood from applying pressure to the stab wound in his abdomen. The healer’s younger sister, Angelique, rushed to his side, holding a wooden bowl of herbs and tinctures. Alistair snatched the bowl from his sister, quickly uncorking the glass bottle of Shepherd’s Purse tincture, and dumping the contents onto the gushing wound. The king let out a guttural groan through his clenched jaw as the alcohol sent a stinging pain through his body. Alistair then took a handful of fresh yarrow leaves, rolled them quickly in his hands, and then applied them to the wound, repeating until the green leaves masked the cut fully.

Snapping out of his daze, Vin hurried down the stairs, nearly losing his footing once in his haste. Shoving one of the maids aside, he slid across the stone tile and kneeled down beside his father. The scent of blood was overwhelming. A smell he had rather enjoyed on the basis of his vampiric instincts was now nearly nauseating. It took every fiber of his being to hold back the urge to vomit. He had noticed that his father’s body had gone limp as he’d fallen into unconsciousness. The bleeding appeared to have lessened, but the prince wasn’t certain that it wasn’t just wishful thinking.

“Angelique!” Alistair spoke forcefully as he dumped the contents of the bowl onto the floor, sifted out a quartz crystal, some sprigs of thyme and lavender, and placed them back into the empty bowl. Angelique quickly shuffled to the other side of the king, across from her brother, forcing Vin aside. As Alistair emptied a bottle of sage tincture into the bowl, Angelique lifted her fingers up to her lips, and blew on them as she vigorously snapped her fingers until a small flame appeared. She then touched the flame to the liquid in the bowl, igniting the contents. Both healers firmly grasped the bowl, holding it above the wound, as they began reciting a healing spell. With each repetition of the spell, the fire further morphed from a brilliant orange into a frigid blue. Vin found himself unable to remove his gaze from the dancing flames.

The room had fallen silent with the exception of the healers’ chanting. Earthy sage and sweet lavender intertwined into a pleasant, albeit overpowering, aroma, that spread quickly throughout the room. Lucas grabbed Vin’s wrist tightly, but Vin didn’t notice. His mind was blank, focused only on the blue fire that had now grown so pale, it was nearly white. Time passed in a way that felt both too fast, and too slow. All bearing on reality had slipped away.

Lucas had seen this many times in his life—he was no stranger to battle. Many men and women had fallen to wounds less severe than the one which now plagued the king. Survival is as much a battle as the battle itself, and as he heard the vocal tone of the healers’ change—both becoming more frantic and shaken—he knew this was a battle the king was losing. Despite his worry for the king, his eyes fell to the young man beside him, who’s flawless, tan complexion was highlighted by the flickering, pale blue flame. The prince’s crimson red eyes stared blankly at the burning bowl, not even breaking to blink. His brows weren’t furrowed, his eyes held no tears, and his jaw wasn’t clenched. He simply wasn’t there, and that frightened Lucas the most.

With a few angry crackles and snaps, the flame exploded upwards, separating from the bowl, and swirling above them, causing the small crowd to cower. The spiraling inferno blazed intensely, before collapsing in on itself, unleashing a shower of golden sparks as the flames vanished. The wooden bowl now sat empty and charred in the healers’ hands, which were now red and aching from the heat.

The conclusion of the spell snapped Vin back into reality, and for the first time, he felt Lucas’s hand wrapped firmly around his wrist. He could feel the minute trembling of Lucas’s hand vibrating his arm. Vin wanted to grab his lover’s hand, to feel its comfort, but instead he found himself fixating on the smears of blood that had been left behind by the knight’s gesture. Just inches away from him lie his father’s lifeless body, all efforts to save his life had failed. The prince studied his father’s face, as if to commit his features to memory one last time. Silver streaks peppered his black hair, which was now matted to his face with sweat and blood. Fine lines surrounded his eyes and forehead, with a deep crease sitting between his brows from years of furrowing. Glistening blood coated his thin lips and stained his thick, graying mustache and beard. His slender, pointed features resembled Vin’s strongly.

A few feet behind them, the queen collapsed to the floor in a fit of sobs. An older, silver haired woman wrapped her arms around the grieving queen and held her close, as inconsolable, tormented, screams echoed through the castle. Women held on to each other as the men stood rigid. No one said a word.

Finally, Vin pulled his gaze to his lover's face where he was met with golden brown eyes laden with concern. The knight’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to read the prince’s blank expression. They stared at each other silently for a moment, before Vin’s eyes, once again, fell to the king. He had been numbly processing the sequence of events for only a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Vin looked vacantly at the wound, which was now just a mess of blood-soaked yarrow leaves. He was stuck between feeling nothing, and feeling everything. A dull ache was manifesting in his chest, threatening to erupt through his throat.

“Vin…” A soft muffled voice spoke that Vin hadn’t comprehended at first.

“Vin.” Lucas cupped Vin’s hand in his, and leaned closer to him. Vin snapped his attention back to his worried lover. The warmth of Lucas’s grasp radiated throughout his body, reaching the pained ball of emotion welling in his chest with force just enough to crack the shell. Burning tears poured down Vin’s cheeks, rolling over his jaw, and dripping onto his shirt. His chin quivered slightly as his body began to tremble. Vin’s stomach was in knots, waves of nausea passing over him. The only sounds escaping his throat were small squeaks and grunts that he was desperately trying to contain.

Lucas pulled the distraught prince close, wrapping his muscular arms around him, holding him firmly. As Vin buried his face in his chest, grief-stricken sobs escaped, mildly muffled by the knight’s chest. Agonized sobs surrounded the king from every angle, and together, the castle mourned.

#vampire #werewolf #knight AU #artist #magic #mpreg #fantasy

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What’s your opinion on Kongen på havet? Just re-watched the first episode after 13 years (å jesus), and ehhh… I don’t know? It kinda irked me in some way? I can’t really pin-point it. Really want to hear your thoughts since you’re our trusty kaptein sabeltann expert

I have many thoughts on it, but I do agree with you that it's not my favourite version of the Kaptein Sabeltann universe 😅 Maybe some of the issues I have with it, is what's bothering you too?

🏴‍☠️ My main issue lies with how it focuses mostly on Pinky. Pinky is an important character in the shows, but partof the appeal with him as a character is that he is one child surrounded by adults who are all pirates. In the series they introduce more child-characters and shift the focus onto the relationship between them and Pinky, and the result of that is that the series just becomes another children's show and it doesn't feel very unique. My love and interest in the shows as a child was definitively Kaptein Sabeltann, and here he almost becomes a minor character. And for me, Pinky is just an annoying, whiny kid in this series.

🏴‍☠️ Another issue I have with the series is how Kaptein Sabeltann is portrayed. In the shows he is always scary and explosive and you get that mixed sense of fear and respect for him. He is not scary at all in the series and whenever he is angry you don't get the sense that there will be consequences. It's all just empty threats and he does not appear as intimidating. I also wish his coat and wig were bigger so that he would seems more dramatic, because next to Langemann he looks very small and that's not right.

🏴‍☠️ Next, and probably the main reason I'm not a huge fan of the series, is the issue of Langemann. I do not care for how he is portrayed in this series at all - everything I love about his character has been removed. The way he acts around Pinky is weird and it feels like they changed his personality to fit better in with Pinky's struggles. He acts like a typical parent in a children's show; ignoring important problems when it fits the plot, telling him off over stupid things, and excessively worrying about him when that fits the plot. It also bothers me how he walks in front of Kaptein Sabeltann, when he's always shown following him (because he is supposed to be his shadow) in the shows. And his entire attitude towards Kaptein Sabeltann is annoying? Langemann just seems to be fed up and tired of listening to him?? Which is supposed to be his entire character? It doesn't help that they added Rosa as his love interest either. It's just another thing to create unnecessary drama and subplots that does not make sense. She, as a character, is not bad even though she kind of falls victim to the "strong female character without a real personality" and the way she acts sometimes is just to create drama. I think her character is made to humanize Langemann a bit, but personally I think she fits better a sister to him?? That would make a lot more sense to me, and would also provide us with some fun sibling rivalry opportunities without butchering either of their characters. It would also give more of a back-story to Langemann and a better way to explore his character if that's what they really wanted.

🏴‍☠️ Pelle and Pysa is also done dirty in the series I think. They become more of a comic relief, but it's not done with that same taste as in the shows, instead putting more emphasis on that they are gross and stupid - just lazy comedy. In the shows they have more of a personality and are just funnier without being complete morons and everyone being mean to them.

🏴‍☠️ In regards to the story and plot itself, it does feel a bit unnecessary as it is a prequel to the main shows and we do know the final outcome going in. To have made it better, they should have focused on something different than Pinky's main goal of becoming a part of Kaptein Sabeltann's crew. Especially when we know how that ends and where he ends up. It would have been more interesting to focus on Kaptein Sabeltann and his relation to the town of Abra and how he came to rule over it for example - maybe even some of the crew's raids and adventures and the relations between them. They also could have gone darker. And I do wish the songs were more prominent in the episodes because they are so iconic and part of what makes up the Kaptein Sabeltann universe.

🏴‍☠️ What I did like about the show was Kaptein Sabeltann's make-up and the new characters we were introduced to. Ravn and her parents are a great addition to Abra Havn, as well as the merchant and the new villains we see.

#kaptein sabeltann #kongen på havet #langemann #kaptein sabeltann pinky #I'm sorry is it really obvious I'm too invested in this???#I also went to school for film and film production a year before I started archaeology so I know a bit about it but idk #I have always loved story telling #also so mad about Langemann (my fave character) being disrespected like that 😔😔😔#not hetalia #does this make sense??? Or am I being too critical?#Pinky and Langemann are just so annoying in the series omg

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