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patchworkpuzzle · 2 years

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Miss Patchy, oh noble potion peddler, my heart has been captured by Denki Kaminari. Please, do you have a potion to make him notice me?

Sweet traveler, I find it strange one as lovely as you seems to think they would be forgotten or unnoticed by those who have captured your heart. Perhaps it is the nature of their work to be surrounded by people, and you in turn just want a moment in their spotlight.

Drops of Sunlight would the potion I recommend to you. A shake of this small vial will cause the golden liquid to turn as bright as the sun itself, perfect to gain the attentions of your heart.

But unlike most potions, where you ingest the contents in some form, this works best if left on the skin. Drinking sunlight is never a good idea. But if you do as I say, your beauty will be so radiant it will shine far brighter than those around you.

If you so choose to do as I say.

Ink on a paper, alongside the scribbles of your quill, that was the only sound that could hear from within your little sanctum. Only briefly would your sighs or murmured words break that silence as you furiously tried to finish the written piece you were currently working on; to the point where your mug of tea had gone cold.

Your short stories do not themselves after all. That was what you kept muttering to yourself as you huddled yourself away from the world; your deadline ever looming closer. And really, what better time could you write than this? Not only was the spring air, with your hawthorn buds and baby’s breath in bloom in your small garden before you, but the sun was finally shining brightly overhead.

And, well, your muse was back.

A faithful knight to the crown, Kaminari Denki had been a part of this court for almost as long as you had. Though your roles meant you could never truly get to spend much time in the presence of the other; he often was away for weeks at a time doing whatever adventure was needed of him and his fellow brethren.

And you were a lady, meant only to stay within the stone walls covered in ivy, with your words your only sense of comfort and adventure you could ever hope to find and achieve. You were grateful that you were able to change to allow your writing to be published, to begin with, and for your tales to be as successful as they were, though you always longed for the scenarios your write to become true.

Especially when it came to romance. The scenarios you wrote always made so many fawn and sigh in delight over the declarations and acts of love you so passionately wrote about; praising you for how realistic the emotions were. But really, you had Kaminari to thank for such praises. His charm and humor made you swoon, and the smile he gave to others - both playful and sweet - made your heart fall for him; unable to even try to stop it.

You could remember the first time he gave you one of the soft and sweet smiles when you managed to capture his attention by opening your sanctum’s large window into the tiny garden your home resided by. You could remember the way your heart fluttered when a small wave accompanied that marvelous smile; and then how it nearly stopped beating when he walked over to give you a ‘hello’.

You longed for another interaction like that, to have the chance to speak to him again. But every time you went to open your window to gain his attention once more, a woman’s giggle would reach your ears. You would watch him walk across the stone pathway with a woman or two would be at his side; they would be clinging to him as they walked, never once looking in the direction of your sanctum. Thus causing you to let go of your window’s latch and watch, wishing you could have the same opportunity.

To be able to be seen by him again.

You suppose your desperation to have that moment again was why you went and got that potion, the one that seem to sit so heavy around your neck, from that peddler that appear out of nowhere. You were willing to throw caution in the wind, like many a heroine in your stories, to get rid of your apparent cure of invisibility.

And now today would be the most perfect time to use it. Kaminari was, after all, lounging in the garden and strumming his lute as he was so oft to do whenever he came back from a long journey; hours on end if you were lucky enough.

You just needed the strength to finally pull yourself away from your quill and ink, to stop over rationalizing the excuse of a deadline, and take the plunge. Not only would this give you a chance of a romantic scenario you so often wrote about, but it could also give you further inspiration to write more of them.

With a deep breath, you pulled at the golden chain that sat around your neck, fishing out the potion that lay underneath your dress. You turned away from your window, not wanting to possibly watch what you were about to do. You took a deep sigh as you gaze at the golden liquid in the small canister, hoping it would do as the witch told you it would.

You swallowed, and vigorously shook your hand to activate the drops of sunlight like you were instructed to do; having to briefly shield your eyes from the blinding light it produced once you did so. Once it was more tolerable you carefully squeezed the rubber head of the dropper and carefully untwisted it from the canister; allowing you a few drops to place on your skin.

You rubbed it briefly between your fingertips before dabbing it lightly over your cheekbones, allowing the gentle warmth to fill your face; feeling the glow it left behind. You smiled, the radiant feeling of beauty you could feel in your entire being. It gave you the confidence to finally open your window and gain the knight of your affection’s attention.

You had to try and hide your smile when you saw that it worked, that Kaminari’s head tilted in your direction in curiosity; having his fingers cease their beautiful strumming. You had to act natural, and sit yourself back down in your plush chair, as you saw him cast aside his instrument to stand and walk toward you.

It did not take him long to finally reach your window, his long legs made quick work of it all, as he tapped your window politely to gain your attention with that same sweet smile you had long to see once again.

“Hello m’lady. Enjoying the wonderful weather as well?” Kaminari inquired, leaning himself again on your window sill.

“O-oh yes!” You agreed, fiddling with your quill out of nervousness “The spring has certainly been kind to us this year.”

“Yes, I agree” Kaminari nodded his eyes moving to scan the gardens before they landed on you once more, head tilting in slight confusion “I apologize, I hope I don’t come across as rude, but you look a little different.”

You do your best to feign confusion at his statement, trying not to let that mirthful smile to appear once more on your face as your giddiness buzzed throughout your body. You mimic his head tilted, blinking wide eyes up at him.

“Different, you say? May I ask you how?”

“I’m not sure…” He mumbled out, eyes scanning your face to find some clue “Just different somehow…”

Before you could respond back in kind, to try and make a witty rebuttal over his choice of words, he surprised you with the brush of his fingertips against your cheek; bruising aside a few strands of hair that lay there; taking a moment run this thumb over your cheekbone.

“I guess I’ve been gone too long, because your pretty face just seems to shine brighter than normal.”

It appears you did not need my potion after all…. strange. You may still keep it, I am true to my word, and perhaps it may be able to help you in other ways in the future. Maybe even for creativity purposes. Oh, and another word of advice, use rose water to wash those drops of sun away; it will lead to less irritation on your skin.

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?

#i do hope you got what you wanted from my wares #sweet kind travler #also on a side note #sorry to break charcter #i had a lot of fun with this #as I been having with all of these #so thanks so much for playing #i do hope you like it!#denki kaminari #kaminari drabble #kaminari x reader #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.moots #🧩.my cutie cupcake #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler

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meshlasolus · 3 years

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Forever Young

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Steve Rogers x Stark!reader

Lmaooo so like one of my og's found me from when i posted this story on my old tumblr, @tom-parkers-girl , and if anyone else finds it then yes it was originally called captain and i wrote the beginning a little differently.

Series Summary: as the the product of a one night stand with Tont Stark and his college summer fling, the daughter of a playboy genius gets more then she signed up for when New York is attacked by aliens.

Chapter Warnings: none

The attack on New York brought attention to the earth's mightiest heroes in ways they never imagined... or at least most of them. Being the center of attention was what my father was used to, he practically craved it. The rest of them didn't understand the appeal as much. The one who was the most negatively affected by it was Steve Rogers.

Even though in his hay day he'd gotten just as much attention, he seemed to not be a fan of constantly having those types of people surrounding him.

He'd been staying at the tower a bit until shield could reassign him to another location, and while he was there I'd learned that he was a pretty private guy. He kept to himself most of the time, only speaking when spoken to, which seemed very uncharacteristic for a captain.

I liked to wake up earlier than I normally do, only because Mr. America did also, and I found it amusing to mess with him before anyone else got up.

I walked in one morning and he was struggling to learn how to use a smart phone, which if I was being honest, was kind of cute. A grown ass man, who fought wars and giant space aliens, struggled with an iPhone.

"Need some help, blondie?" I chided, jumpinf over the back of the couch and landing beside him. He was a but alarmed and not quite used to the rambunctious nature of people my age in this day and time. Technically speaking, since he didn't actually age, the Captain was only seven years older than I was... but of course, being born in 1918 didn't leave room for technicalities.

"That would be much appreciated, thank you." This man's worded responses, filled with his polite tone boggled me. Is this how people actually conversed in the 40s? One word answers were more commonly used nowadays.

"No problem..." I held my hand out for him to place the device in my hand, and he did so, lesning over my shoulder to watch what I did. "What are you having trouble with?"

"I can't figure out how to open it... I was supposed to call someone ealier but it's too late now." He said, scratching the back of his neck. Okay first of all, who the hell gets uo even earlier than this to make a phone call, and secondly, who was he calling?

"Oh, all you do is swipe up and enter your pin." I swiped up and opened the phone, seeing that it had no pin, which was probably for the best. He looked a little embarrassed for not being able to figure it out, probably because it was so simple, but I didn't blame him... he came straight from another timeline, almost like a time travler.

"Thank you... I'm just really clueless when it comes to this stuff." He pulled his lips into a thin line of a smile, amd his cheeks were red. The soldier was nothing if not genuine and sweet, with a boy like quality about him.

"I don't blame, you. All this new technology must be terrifying for you." I replied, and he nodded, staring back at the phone screen that I'd just handed him. He turned off the phone, so I assumed he just wasn't going to call whoever it was he'd planned on earlier. "If you want, I can see about getting you something a bit more old fashioned."

He smiled with a little glint in his eye, as if he wasn't expecting me to be nice to him after all the mornings I'd been messing around. I wish I'd been a bit more kind to him, even if just to see this look on his face.

"You don't have to do that for me, I can figure-"

"No, trust me, it's not a big deal. I'll just grab you something later if you want." I said nonchalantly, trying to convince him it really wasn't that big of a favor. Being the child of a billionaire had it's perks sometimes.

"Still, it means a lot... I didn't think tou were too fond of me." He said, dropping his head to his lap as his tone sunk a little bit. He sounded sad, almost. I must've gone too far one morning, and I knew I messed up. What had he done to deserve my teasing? I was just being a bully.

"Hey, I'm really sorry if I've been kind of an ass to you, it's just kind of what i do to most people, usually they know I'm joking, but I don't wanna make you feel like you did something wrong. You didn't, and you're actually pretty cool." I apologized. My snarky nature was obviously inherited by me from my father.

One thing that didn't add up to me was the fact that my dad is the same way with Rogers, and the captain seems to take no offense by it. Why did it matter so much when I did the same? Did he actually care about what I had to say?

"Well for what it's worth, you're pretty cool too." He said, leaning back into the couch to follow suit of me when I did it. "And you don't have to apologize... I need to get used to the way things are nowadays, including the humor."

I laughed with an eyebrow raised. This poor guy was so out of place, and yet, somehow he was right where he belonged. It was like a cheesy sitcom you'd watch from the 70s. A time traveler gets stuck in modern times and can't return home, so he has to learn the ways of the modern world.

"So... 1940s was a great era for music. You probably know all the best songs, huh?" I nudged his shoulder when I noticed he was staring at me. I couldn't quite figure out what the reasoning was.

"I know a several... I wish I had my records, I could play some." He said, that bright smile adorning his features once more.

"I can look them up if you want?" I held up my own phone, but he shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head.

"It's okay, I'm sure you prefer the music you have now." He said sweetly. I was certain by now that this man held all the manners that men these days completely lacked for.

"How about stories from back then, you've gotta have plenty of those." It only dawnes on me just now that he might not be comfortable talking about his old life. Maybe he'd prefer to steer clear of the life he'd missed out on.

"I do have some good stories." He lit up when he said the words, and I supposed that he did want to talk about his life. Maybe it would help him to converse about the old days. "I had this friend, Bucky. I'd known him since I was a kid. We used to get into all sorts of trouble where we lived."

He stopped smiling for a few seconds before he continued. "He was like my brother, really."

"I don't suppose he's still around?" My face fell when I realized that with all the time that had passed, his friend could have died of old age already.

"No, he uh... he actually died before I went under." He admitted, and I figured I needed to change the subject. This was a sensitive topic, and I wouldn't return to it unless he was the one to instigate.

I tried to find a topic that he would be able to knowingly interact upon, but my mind came up blank.

"How about you, do you got other relatives, or is it just you and your dad?" He asked sweetly, leaning aginst the back of the couch after scooting a little closer to my side.

"Oh, um," I stumbled for an answer at first, but then became more fluid with my words. "I- yeah, it's just me and my dad. I mean I had a mom, but uh... she passed away when I was a kid."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be, not your fault. It was nobody's fault, honestly. She was diagnosed with cancer after I was born, and when she died I got to meet my dad." I said softly, reminding myself of what few memories I had of my mother.

"They weren't together?" Steve furrowed his brow, confusion riddled his face.

"They were not... I was the product of a drunk college party night. My dad didn't even know I existed until after my mom died." I told him, and he nodded along as if he was learning something.

"But you're happy to be here with your dad, aren't you?"

I'd read a bit about Steve... not too much, but what I could find online and in my highschool history book. He had a father that left him, and a mother that died. He was an orphan, with no living reletives or family members. I immediately sympathized for him, he didnt understand stability in a family.

"Yeah, he's been a good dad... as far as I can tell." I joked a bit to lighten the mood. "I'm just glad that I have him, I don't really have anyone else."

I said the last words so nonchalantly, as if it didn't bother me. I was perfectly content to just be by myself with my father and occasionally have the company of Pepper.

"No close friends?" He puzzled, his brows furrowed as he kept on with his confused tone.

"I'm a Stark, I don't have the luxury of friends." I said matter of factly. Truly the real reason was that I never made the effort to get close with anyone. I had some friends, or acquaintances more like, but no one I could truly confide in.

"Maybe you should make some room?"

As the smartest person in the room, I should have caught on to what he was implying, but I remained oblivious, even though it would have been easy had I actually looked up at his face.

"Trust me, there's plenty of room. I just need a willing volunteer." I joked again, hoping to lighten the air around us, but had I known what his response would be, I'd have never said it.

"I volunteer."

I whipped my head up when I heard him speak. Surely he didn't mean that he wanted to be my friend, with everything it entailed... that being said, he wasn't the average Joe. Steve was an avenger, and a famous historical figure, capable of handling the worst situations possible. Maybe he could handle me.

"Unless you don't want me t-"

"No, I would actually like that." I said confidently, having made up my mind.

He smiled a sweet half smile, his face relaxing into something different than before. I looked away and waited for him to say something, so when he didn't, I stood up and walked towards the door.

"I'm gonna see what I can do about that phone."

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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Daddy Steve’s biggest romantic gesture?

Oh baby, I’m ready for this now.

To date, I think the largest romantic gesture (aside from gifting Bucky with his backpacking across Europe dream trip for Christmas one year) would be the trip that Steve surprises Bucky with randomly one winter. They’re little world travlers these two, love making memories and getting away just with one another. Switzerland, upstate New York, Canada-- we aren’t picky but somewhere with lots of snow. I always picture this when I think of this trip. Secluded, away from anyone and everyone. No cell service, no wifi. There’s a television but they barely pay attention to anything that plays in the background while they’re preoccupied.

“Just ‘cause, sugar. Can’t treat my sweet Buck to a little somethin’ special? Huh? You’ve been so focused on school and have been workin’ your cute little behind off. I’m so goddamn proud of you. Lemme treat you.”

Steve would surprise him a day before, would tell Bucky what kind of climate to pack for and for how long, tacking on a wink and a sly, “Not that clothes will matter...”. Bucky is happily flustered for the next 24 hours, can’t stop giggling and kissing Steve on the cheek and asking him questions to try and slyly get out of him where they’re going.

Steve takes this whole “lemme treat you” to an entirely unseen level. Surprising Bucky with a trip of all things already sets that bar high, but all these additional cute tiny surprises just keeps elevating said bar: coffee early in the morning when they leave for the airport, First Class (”Steven!”), snuggles and grabby hands on the flight over, a fancy rental car when they land, cute little stops into local stops, Flowers, there are roses and petals scattered throughout the room. Steve kisses Bucky’s red cheeks standing there in the snowy doorway as Bucky holds back tears.

“Come on, babylove it’s cold, step inside. No tears, no tears.”

They don’t leave the bed the first 24 hours. They’re exhausted from the flight and the snow surrounding them but being cozy and warm on the inside of this tiny cabin has them napping on and off for hours. They shower off the staleness of their flight, Bucky practically having gone sweet since they left that morning, each additional act of love one that pushes him higher and higher into the clouds.

Watching Steve tend to a fire in the nude, hazy sweetness of a post shower handjob, has Bucky almost teary-eyed at how lucky and loved and in love he feels.

The best part is the hot tub on the deck. The ventures into the small neighboring towns for shopping and meals and exploring are a close second, but for some reason they’ve never been anywhere with a hot tub before. Bucky doesn’t even realize it is there until the third morning.

“Is...is that a...?” he asks with a lazy point, standing in front of the window when Steve hands him his coffee, one cream and two sugars. A hot kiss on his neck from behind gives him his answer before the lackadaisical words, “Sure is...” do. Bucky vows to wait until the evening to suggest getting in but he lasts until maybe noon before Steve snatches him up off the ground and makes his way to the front door.

“Tired’a you lookin’ at it like you aren’t allowed to get in it. You can do whatever you want, Buck. You just sittin’ around waitin’ for your Daddy to do it for you?”

It’s bliss if Bucky’s ever felt it. It’s overwhelming at first, being so bone-deep hot all over while the air he breathes in is chilly and startling. Ten deep breaths has Bucky openly moaning to no one and nothing in particular. Ten more breaths and Steve pulling Bucky’s lax form across his lap sideways, cradling him to his chest and kissing his temple in rapid succession, has Bucky hurtling into another cotton candy sweet cloud.

How can things not get steamy, pun fully intended. Bucky is pleasantly drowning in love from Steve, an incomprehensible amount of love. He’s so warm, so fucking warm all over. It’s like a blanket out in this frigid weather, wraps him up and swirls around him. And there’s always that questionable characteristic of water that makes Bucky horny, that makes him wanna feels, wanna touch, makes him feel like he’s always kinda moving and pulsing. And Steve is right here, is touching him, isn’t talking to Bucky but Bucky can hear him loud and clear.

I love you.

When he tilts his head up onto Steve’s shoulder he’s certain he looks some level of fucked out. There’s no doubt in Bucky’s mind. When Steve puts a few fingers under his chin and hums into his kiss, Bucky’s whine is probably unacceptably loud. Being in this hot tub feels like foreplay on its own but adding into the equation Steve’s mouth and his skill and the way he fucks Bucky’s own mouth makes Bucky feel like his soul is going to leave his body.

“Should’a gotchu in a hot tub sooner, sugar. Look at’chu...”

Bucky is slow to react, slow to move or respond. Daddy holds him and touches him and kisses him, unrushed and thorough. He works Bucky’s mouth over like he has ownership of it, like he has something to prove. Everything feels slick. Steve’s lips are on Bucky’s mouth, his cheeks, his neck. Daddy spends a lovely amount of time on his neck, enough time to that it has Bucky begging for more before he even realizes it.

“Daddy...Daddy, oh please, ngh Daddy...”

They wouldn’t fuck in the hot tub (super unrealistic lmao) but damn would they spend a stupid amount of time in that hot tub feelin’ and touchin’ and kissin’. At one point Steve would just growl, long and low, pull Bucky up and over his waist until his sweet baby could finally grind and slip his way into a hot little frenzy. So many whimpers, feels so slow but so fast, just breathing into each other’s mouths. Steve’s hands on Bucky’s waist, his ass, guiding. Bucky’s hands on Steve’s neck, his jaw, wants to keep Daddy in one place, accessible. On the lucky rolls, Bucky can feel the hard line of Steve’s cock slide between his cheeks, teasing his deprived and pouting asshole.

When Steve rumbles and stands, pulls Bucky from the water, Bucky almost feels like he had become one with the water, just one big ball of sensation. He doesn’t even last through the messy prep, both of them soaking the sheets in ovenlike water, Bucky adding his own come to the mess as he shoots off with a set of shivers and a squeal. Steve makes love to Bucky on his back, holds onto Bucky’s thigh, wraps it around his narrow waist as he drives his hips home. Steve lays into Bucky, presses him so deeply into the mattress that Bucky feels like he’s moving like water again. Steve’s hand is curled around the nape of his neck, fingers in his curling hair, mouth to mouth, eyes on eyes. It’s the best, the absolute best and when Bucky comes it’s--

“Fuck, Daddy...Steve, love you, love you, I love you...!”

Bucky makes the offhand but direct suggestion they get a hot tub. Steve points out they won’t ever get anything done if they had one. Bucky doesn’t see the issue.

I got super wrapped up in hot tub sexy times but I hope this suffices as a romantic gesture. All the little things that I didn’t get to make this trip one of the best they’ve shared; Bucky doesn’t recall ever having been so relaxed in his life. The dinners in town, the small hiking excursions, the time spent in front of a fire with Hot Toddy’s or hot chocolate, the never being an arms-length from the other.

It’s everything Bucky wants and needs. Better yet, Steve is everything and more that Bucky could ever want and need in a partner.

Bucky prints out a cute and candid selfie they took on the couch in their cabin, all snuggled up and faces glowing in the light of the fireplace. Steve’s got his nose pressed against Bucky’s temple, both with immeasurable smiles on their faces. Bucky’s giggle is obvious by the lines around his crinkled eyes. Steve frames it and puts it on his bedside table.

I hope you’re still in the mood for this kind of shit, @stardi293! I know we talked last night but who knows now lmao. Love you! Thank you for this!

#askK

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dodecademons · 4 years

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Alright you critical nerds, it's time for some evaluation. We had a WHOLE week to sit on some moments that happened and even draw up some theories. Doubt anyone would see this but I need to release my thoughts. This will include some shipping moments, so if y'all trying to bring your discourse in here. Kindly hop off me cause I don't need you bothering me. Feel free to share thoughts though.

Caleb

This guy is up to something. Liam is really good at dropping subtle hints without anyone picking up on it until later in game. He keeps bring out that wand, from Calianna, and stained glass. At first I just thought he would use it to channel his magic but he just kinda fiddled with it. Calianna said "a lot of the wood just burns and blackens, some of it becomes extra strong and is especially good at channeling fire magic" in her letter so I thought maybe he was having this sense of self thing. The stained glass came from the cathedral I believe, the one where Yasha was saved but idk. He also made a little cat statue. Liam does these things on purpose and I wanna know what it is. Idle pondering? He mentioned the Traveler and the Storm Lord when talking to Yasha so IDK ANYMORE. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe he'll charge into the Soltryce Academy and kill Trent, who knows.

Yasha

The coat. It works with light armor and Yasha still has her bracers. Her stats would essentially stay the same if she took the breastplate off and used them instead. If the breastplate is the one that Oban gave her, I can't remember if she kept it on, then I feel like she would toss it. Also, sexy coat. On that note, is she no long fallen? Will she finally step out of the -1 into the nice solid 0? She has her wings now and before Matt described her skeletal wings as these dark, scary things that made "the white tips of her hair go completely black" and her eyes to. Aesthetically, hot. So with her new angel wings is her hair going to turn white? Or maybe like naturally over time the ends crawl up. Does she have a halo in her future? Unrelated note: I'm also kind of wondering if maybe she'll do what she said she would do and visit Zuala's grave. Is it where her tribe is located? Killed on sight or what? Would she take the M9 with her or maybe if it's like a far in the future thing she'll just take one or two peeps. I'm just excited to see how this angel things is handled and if any dynamics change.

Jester

The Traveler is donking up and Jester is noticing. Her friends are supportive of the choices SHE makes. But she still seems to be making choices for Artagan because she has this deep connection with him. BUT, and this is a big but, she's being hesitant and questioning more and more as time goes on. I'm legit wondering if she's going to pull a Fjord and just symbolically throw her sword in the lava. Or maybe literally, there's a volcano and Jester is unpredictable sometimes. Regardless, she is STRESSED out and although the M9 are being supportive, I feel like maybe she's waiting for someone to tell her what to do so this will end. Maybe she'll stay, maybe a change in relationship, maybe she'll leave completely (there's more than one option there). I just want the precious soul to be happy.

It's shipping time

Beauyasha

Alright sapphics, you've been getting fed these last few episodes. Yasha flew, Beau was a stuttering mess, and they were both awkwardly flirting. Is a kiss in store for us? Thoughts? I don't really mind if there is one or not I just want them to talk. About anything really, just a sweet little moment about whatever. If there is a kiss though, who would initiate? The obvious choice is Beau, she has made the first move on every girl she has been with (that we've seen). Yasha is getting more confident in her advances though, and after that Zuala moment I think that's a sign to go in guns a blazin. Before the Zuala dream she was flirting more and more with Beau and after that flight and those longing looks I can see anything happening. I can picture them going on short flights for then next few days, assuming nothing major happens and they just spend some days waiting for TravelerCon, and just existing. Yasha getting to use to her wings and Beau wanting to go for the flight. Maybe they practice some sentinel babe battle moves. Yasha drops Beau from like 50ft and Beau just superhero punches taking no fall damage. I have this cute moment in my head but that's for another time. They both have things to think about and I'm excited to see what Marisha was hinting at last episode (106).

Fjorester

They had a sweet moment. Like Fjord really put his feelings out there. Something that he was terrified of doing for a while. He doesn't care about a bunch of randoms but he would do anything for Jester. Which could be written off as a friend just being concerned but nahhh, he had a slip of the tongue moment with his little "i woul- WE would..." and that's pining folks. I was thrownback to the moment where Fjord kissed her on the cheek, IN THE HEAT OF BATTLE, and everyone had a stunned moment of silence. No idea where that's gonna go though since Jester is probably having an existential crisis because of Travler Con and everyone seems to notice. Fjord is sweet on her and although we have no idea where Jester stands right now with her crush on Fjord, since it's been a while since that was addressed/Veth didnt try and create a moment, I still think he is special to her and there is something there. Pursued or not, I see some subtle and maybe not so subtle fluffy moments happening.

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ghostofodellion · 3 years

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This is your not-so-daily reminder that you are a wonderful and valued person!

AND THIS IS YOUR NOT-SO-DAILY REMINDER THAT YOU ARE A LOVELY AND SWEET PERSON, BUT WHO ARE YOU STRANGE TRAVLER OF KINDNESS!!

AT LEAST TAKE SOME LOVE BEFORE YOU GO! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❣

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irrfahrer · 4 years

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Zivs Herb-Armory

Since Ziv always carries a lot of Samples of herbs, mosses, barks and molds with her, this is the Headcanon based List of her "Armory” that had already appeared in Theards or will appear in Theards. 99% Headcanon, since the List of Plants on Wookiepedia is not that long. This post will be added to over the run-time of the Blog!

Red Mold: A invading Mold that once appeared on Ships and since then spread through the whole Galaxis. It grows on the rests of fat, hair and skin Cells that stick over years on the walls of Spaceships. Usually its a sign for Pilots that the Ship had not been cleaned regulary and the owner of the ship is a lazy bastardt and does not want to pay for a Cleaning-Droid. The mold can cause allergic reactions in the swelling of the nasal mucosa which leads to a running nose, sniffs, reddening of the eyes, coughing and headaches. Dried the mold is a very strong antiseptic and can be used on open wounds to avoid gangrene, inflammation and infections. It is good to clean open, bleeding wounds.

Bachani- Petals: Known for its medical properties and very lucrative on the Black Market. Bachani works in reducing fever, sucking out the heat of inflammation out of the body and speeding up the normal bodyhealing. The Petals cooked to a mush and smeared on a broken limb will help healing the broken bone from the outside and avoid swelling and iflammation in the flesh around the broken bone.

Voss-Bark: The Bark grows on slender, pale trees on the stepps of Voss. Due to their pale bark they are also calles Bone-Trees. The Bark can be taken off in long scraps and Ziv uses it as bandages as the tree produces antifungal,antibacterial and antinsectual triterpene like Betulin too keep fungi, bacteria and bugs away from living on the tree. It would be the equivalent to Birch-Bark that had been used since the stoneage as bandages.

Resin: Used as a Liquid Bandage to hold the edges of a wound together for better healing and smaller scars, but also stop germs and dirt from entering the wound. Zivs momentary jar of Resin is from a tree of Kashyyyk as this had for now worked the best for her.

Red Moss: A invading plant, carried accidently by Pilots from Planet to Planet. Usually it grows anywhere, where there is enough clean Water. The Moss sucks the nutrients out of the earth and stores it in itself. Since the Moss is full of nutrients, it is usually added to the food, energyballs and energybars of Pilots and Travlers on Spacestations and Ports since with it the sideeffects of permanent spacetravel like bones turning brittle, blood losing iron, body loosing water, muscles growing weak, the immunesystem shutting down can be worked against. Due to its high ironlevel the Moss excretes a thick, red liquid that looks like blood. When eaten without any other food it tastes horrible bitter due to its high ironlevel and might cause a little nausea.

Toola-Thistle: Toola is the icy Homeworld of the Whipids. The Thistle usually lays dorment, only to grow explosively the mere second it comes in touch with a heat of at least 600° Celsius which is in most cases the equivalent of a candlelight or a blasterfire. In the Clone Wars Ziv had watched how a Clonetrooper had thrown a fistbig ball of Toola-Thistle into a Spider-Droid and shot after it. The Thistle had stuck in one of the Droids joints and then promptly grown with the heat of the blasterfire to dislocate the droids joints and then rip appart the whole droid with its growing branches. Since then Ziv keeps a few small balls of the Thistle with her, in case she needs to dislocate droid limbs. Whipids know that they better keep the thistle away from the Planets Hot Springs, unless those will end up beeing overgrown in a few seconds.

Grenade-Fungi: Small to a ball pressed fungi, that will explode when burning. they are used in some Grenades. Just because Ziv is a Healer, does not mean she can not defend herself or be a lethal opponent. Do not fuck with a Botanist.

Namana-Petals: Namana fruit is part of many sweets, liquors and wines. Ziv usually broils up the Petals with Water in a tea that calms the nerves and makes people feel “good, safe and calm”. It first tastes burning and spicy but becomes fruity after the second gulp. It may be the equivalent of camomile-tea. It is safe to drink,but as Namana stimulates the Pleasure-Centers of a Humanoids brain, it can turn slightly addictive when consumed in very high dosis over a longer time. Since Ziv as a Tynnan is naturally a carnivore, she has problems disgesting the high fruitsugar in Namana-Fruits and therefor avoids the sweets and wine and only occasionally drinks the tea. Dried Naboo-Lavender: A strong calmative. As Ziv usually dopes herself with herbal stimultants, she takes in a few drops of the in oil turned to a Tincture Lavender in the evening to sleep, compensate for the effect of the stimulants and calm her heartrate. It also helps against the Sympthomes of Space-Sickness Ziv expierences regulary.

Mandalorian Moss: Growing under layers of dead earth in dry Steppes the Moss will eagerly suck every kind of liquid inside and close it in itself. It is used to neutralize poisons taken in through the mouth, as the Moss will suck in the liquid poison in the persons stomach and shield it from the Persons System. It also is used to suck in alcohol in alcoholpoisoning. When swallowed It feels like one had swallowed a very big, heavy stone and it will continue feeling like this until the Mossball went through ones system naturally after one or two days. It is a very, very, very uncomfortable expierence.

“Miswāk” Branches: Pieces of wood that have a high antibacterial effect and Medical properties. Usually they are chewed on to clean the teeth, by cleaning the foodrests from between the teeth and killing bacteria with its medical properties. If you would have teeth that could crack fingerbones like brittle branches, you would take good care of them with Miswāk-wood too.

AyyAyy: The Reeksa Sproutling Ziv had been given by her Master in the AgriCorps. Still happily growing in the Transperisteel-Container and always ready to bite off some fingers.

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melyaliz · 5 years

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@coffee-randomness: (This idea is amazing!) can I get one for DC? I’m 5’6, got short, curly (starting to embrace it) brown hair and eyes, tan skin and a “pear shaped?” figure. I’m creative, smart and caring, shy and find it hard to start conversations but I try to be as nice and kind as possible. I get sad a lot and over the seemly smallest things though it’s weird for me to cry unless I get very angry. Fun fact: Big crowds of people (spec noisy ones) freak me out however, I have no problem speaking in public.

* So your fancast is just how I picture you so :P Hope you’re ok with it.

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Title: Caffeinated books

Fandom: DC

Pairing: Jason Todd x OC

Face cast: Zendaya

Genres: Sweet Romance

Story Style: A bit of a wish-fulfillment with the OC getting her dream job in the big city. and just all-around adorable. TONS of warm fluff.

Summary: Those Long nights at the coffee shop didn’t seem so long when you have a good book and conversation.

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Intro to both characters.

Cami getting ready to leave her job as a publishing assistant

Packing her bag changing her shoes

Jason getting ready for the night.

Him packing her bags and changing his jacket.

Cami coming to the coffee shop - her after school job

Jason going to his safe house - his night job

Cami putting on on her apron

Jason putting on his helmet

Red hood coming to the coffee shop

Right on time

-Flashback-

Jason being outside the shop hurt

Helped him in and he saw the book

“Distract me, what’s the book about?”

She talks about the book ‘Autonaunts of the Cosmoroute’ while she helps him after she offers him the book “Read it, I’ve finished it twice already”

He starts calling her “travler” because she jokes that she travels everwhere by reading.

-end-

He brings it back calling you little wolf and suggesting a book he likes

And thus began the book club with a hero.

Jason is happy

Roy mentions something changed

Star does too.

Jason just ignores them as they go on their mission

Jason steals from the bad guy, it’s a chip on a super virus

Cami working at her job

Her boss is hard but nice and her coworkers are ok, She’s working hard to get into publishing. Doing her dream.

Goes to the coffee shop where her boss is a total beast but she has Red Hood to look forward too

He doesn’t show and she’s a little worried but tries not to overthink it.

Jason and his team partying over their successful heist

Roy teasing him about his secret trist (steals a book that Jason is reading)

Cami’s day at the shop is pretty normal until scarecrow comes in.

Bit of a recap on living in Gotham and how they all react

One of the other people there starts arguing with Scarecrow

Scarecrow stars attacking them

Cami is about to pass out when she sees Robin crashing in

Tim fights and saves her giving her a dose of the save

Cami wakes up in a hospital

“You’re a friend has been waiting all day” “Who?”

Jason comes in as Jason and Cami is like “Who are you?” Jason stumbles over his words and then leaves.

Tim is at the hospital and talks to Jason saying he MAY have stalked him

A few weeks later Cami is better and is working at the shop

Red Hood shows up to see how she’s doing “I wish I was there”

Soft moment where he gently touches her face and says something like losing her

Leaves abruptly

Cami left like “oh my god… what just happened?”

Baddie setting up a trap going after Jason

Robin comes to the coffee shop and talks to Cami

Warms her about Red Hood

She says nothing is going on but “Everone needs a friend, even in Gotham.”

Red Hood hears what she said and shows up.

Invites Cami out on a ride through Gotham

Shows her all his favorite places

Cami get’s a promotion at work so this is her last day at work.

She waits for Red Hood to show up all week but he doesn’t

Red hood fighting off the baddie who wants his virus rise back

Cami saying goodbye to her coworkers and leaves, taking one last look at the coffee shop.

Waiting for Red Hood, hoping he would show up.

He never does

A week later Red Hood shows up and she’s not there.

He waits all week and nothing

He’s lost her.

-Several months later-

Cami living her cool new life in the publishing world

Fun basic living in Gotham

Picking up a sandwich and bumps into Jason Todd

He stops her for a moment and then lets her go

He shouldn’t get her mixed up in all of this.

-break as if it’s the end-

Cami working in the office closing up when she stumbles across a hacker who says he has created a virus that can publish everyone’s information. Just by typing in their name.

Follows the lead thinking it’ll make an interesting Syfy book

Jason Todd finds a lead that the same Badguy from before is building another virus

The guy comes to the publishing office and is showing Cami

He’s kind of creepy but Cami knows this will make an amazing book and maybe her breakout find.

He shows her the virus and tests it

They both find out that Jason Todd is Red Hood

Cami slips she knows Red and the bad guy get’s angry. He leaves abruptly

Jason gets a video of the guy with Cami saying he’s going to kill her unless he brings back her old Virus

Jason and the squad show up only to find a recording of Cami at her work.

They fight at her work

Guy is about to kill Red Hood when he gets smacked on the back of the head with a Fire Hydrant

“What the FUCK are you guys doing here?”

Red Hood gets up and tries to explain to Cami.

She tells him she knows who he is and about the new viruses

As she does the bad guy lunges at him. Both Red Hood and the baddie fall out the open window that Jason and the outlaws had crashed into, to begin with (Thanks, Roy)

Cami runs forward and is able to grab Red Hood while Baddie falls to his death.

After helping him up she tells him she will keep his secret.

Next day Jason Todd shows up to her work with Flowers and a book

“Want to go on a date little traveler?”

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kings-notebook · 3 years

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Toothpick and Desert Imps

During our group tutorials a point was made that I should write down a biography for Toothpick as I was getting a bit much with my ideas for him. I found this funny as its very true. I tend to over think a bit too much when it comes to lore, esspecialy if it comes to creature creations. So I’m writting up a bit. Its going to be split in two. One half for Toothpick himself and the other half for his species. I felt this would be easier as I thought up a bunch of facts about how his species would act and live that might be helpful to know and have written down

DESERT IMPS

Merchants, travlers and cowboys alike are warned to tie their horses up tightly at night and keep their water flasks close and hidden out of worry of Desert Imps and their tricks. Though not malisious these little feindish looking creatures are know to love playing tricks on thoughs who pass by. A good number of people have fallen victom in the worst of ways, being stranded out in the desert due to a imp untying their horse and stealing away their neccesities.

Desert Imps stand at about 3 foot tall, their opotunist eaters, festing on whatever it is that they are able to get their hands on in the sandy wastes. Most desert imps are nocturnal, though their sleep can change depending on what is the most opotunist for them. They have large ears and eyes that both help them scout out for mice or insects that they can feed on, as well as look out for preditiory animals that might try and take a bit out of them. They have sharp teeth and flat hardy claws which are good for digging and catching, but not the sharpest when it comes to a fight with a Coyote. Their greatest defence against predators are their legs and their tail. The tip of their tail holds a rattle simular to that of a rattle snake. Shaking it can not only trick people that a snake might be near by, but it also help them in casting the small amount of magic they possess. They specalise in illisiouns, causing thoughs that hunt them to see or hear anything that might get them of their trail. Be it the image of a much more apealing looking prey, the sound of gun shots, or even making it seam like the ground between them is splitting open. Though this ability is meant for protecting against hunters, desert imps mostly like using it to mess with humans. Many a merage seen out in the desert is acompanied by the sound of a rattle snakes tail. If the illusion fail the desert imp falls back on their strong quick legs. They are able to instantly increase their speed and speraticly change direction. Zig zaging and hopping away from thoughs smart enough to see thought their illussions

Desert Imps are very social creatures, and relativly smart. They tend to set up home near but not too close to humans. Be it near a well travled road, on the outskirts of a town or near a well used mine. They also tend to live in groups. The larger numbers not only being a good defence for hunters, but also gives the possibility for better tricks to be played. They have the ability to learn to speak a humans language and often pick up on a few phrases and sentances due to how close they live to humans. They are also know for being very good at solving puzzles and enjoy the stimulation it gives. Due to how social and smart they are their have been a few instances of people trailing a desert imp as a companion or pet. Though its not the most common thing as most people see desert imps as pests and dont like them to be near by.

(the more i write about just the speciese and not the character himself the more i relise i might have a problem lol)

TOOTHPICK

Due to being born a runt Toothpick lives alone, abandoned by the clan who birhted him. Due to being smaller and more scrawney than other desert imps life is a little harder for him as hes more of a targest. Due to his hes a very skitish and nervious creature. His ears usaly pirked and eyes open wide looking out for any threats. He lives in a old shack on the near to a smallish town which he tends to visit as reguarly as he can. Despite his skitish damina Toothpick loves being around people. He enjoyes watching them and playing tricks on them and is very friendly and playful when he trusts someone. He dressses up in old human clothes that hes found and coveres his mouth with a bandana to make himself more apealing looking to humans, noticing that seeing his pointy teeth tends to put them off. Toothpick loves shiney things, and when something catches his eye he’ll go out of his way to collect it. His shack is full of garbage that he sees as presious treasure. This unfortunatly messes with his ‘befirend the humans’ plan as most people see him as a pest due to his theifing. Toothpicks favorite treasure are empty bullet shells. This is a bit of a problem for him as loud noises are the thing hes the most afraid of. They hurt his very sensative ears. Whenever a shoot out is going on he always has to battle with the want to collect the shells left behind, and the want to curl up in his shack as far away from the loud nosise going on. He really likes sweet and juicey food. I think, out of anything in the world lychees would be his favorite due to how sweet and very juicey they are, and i think hed have fun trying to get though they touch, kind of spikey skin. Though it is very unlikely Toothpick has, or every will try a lychee

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retroradiofarm · 4 years

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retroradiofarm · 4 years

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