#oh look thistle speaks

[fumifooms]

Marchil crumbs part 6

Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 7

Wake up broskis Adventurer’s Bible 2 is dropping soon

Love getting the confirmation that she specifically was the one to invite him and his fam to the dinner in the "Thank you for reading!" page… Love that it kinda confirms that her and Senshi greeting them first is them being like "Uh thanks for the invite" "Thanks for coming!!". Love that canon is the best marchil factory

Laios haterism is a deep bond not easily forgotten… I love that even post-canon they tend to stick to each other in groups and go in a corner together like old women ready to gossip and whisper meanly.

Also oh hey Marcille got her bangs cut even… Sad, that’s invalidating my post-canon appearance take for her but y’know what cute, she doesn’t style them at all anymore too… WAIT. She doesn’t style her hair anymore… She leaves it undone and flowing… As per his succubi she’s closer to his ideal omggggg no way… At the beginning of the comic she even just wears a headband. She seems to just wear way simpler hairstyles in general in the other comics too.

Oh and by the way her braids in post-canon are messy… Which, y’all know I hc who does her hair for her always changes and isn’t always the same, but the braid looks like the one Chilchuck made for her, so <;3 Here are some more pics about it/why it’s plausible

He’s such a hater, Falin came late too why’s he singling her out

Speaking of Falin, Marcille so casually touching Chil to chide him about a snide remark he made about Falin (aka the person she would go to war for, and he only gets a gentle chiding? Aw)

Already during the dragon arc there’s some progress from this

I love how the two pics below during the Thistle’s house arc show how they breached the gap in their different, their respective prejudice against the other. So funny that the time Marcille goes "yeah elves kinda suck" is at the worst possible timing lmao, meanwhile Chil is ready to vehemently defend magic use against someone (bc he doesn’t want to go to prison rip). With the page before that panel where he imagines the western elves all evil and all too, it’s really nice to note how big the gap between them was at first with the historical horrors the elves have committed, and what a strong brong they’ve made through it all anyways.

Ok time to address what I hinted at last part and in another post but I think the anime frames this scene a lil different which I think is funny. In the manga Chilchuck walks to her bedside to call out to her to wake her up close, but in the anime he sort of just speaks in her direction. So Marcille heard "Hey, clumsy-head.” and knew it was targeted at her, she went like oh someone is calling me I need to wake up lmfaoo? Listen that’s good for the ship, she woke up because it was his voice and insults like "clumsy" and "dummy" are practically his pet names for her, and it’s also neat how she was the one he chose to call out to in the first place- Why? If it’s bed placement, Laios was on his other side, is it because some need rest more than others? Or perhaps, because he finds interacting with her to be the easiest and he knows she won’t make a big deal out of it?

Speaking of making a big deal out of things. Ok so first of all, during the cockatrice chapter, he’s funny. Staring at his petrified party member like 😬 And look at his little relieved sigh when she gets revived! Standing in the corner and doesn’t care for celebrating, but he cares nonetheless.

And then look… He worked hard to get Marcille un-petrified again too, gathering medicinal herbs even with the risks! And in the end, he wants to take credit for what revived her hehe.

For once she’s the one who gets to tease him lol.

I want to know how the group whispering strategizing went. Chil for sure was part of the "If we tell her she’ll look cute she’ll take the bait" convo. Funny that in the end he doesn’t even praise her, I think he’s the one talking about her frog-like silhouette… Edit: EPSODE 10 IS OUT GUESS WHAAT Laios is the one saying the frog silhouette is fun (should have seen it coming) Chilchuck is the one saying "that looks great on you"/"very cute" depending on the translation, the line delivery in the eng dub at least sounds shaky, sounds like hesitance.

You know I never put this in a marchil comp/post even tho it’s a page with a lot to say, and I only realized recently why it made me so uneasy/conflicted. Because by all means "Our magician successfully stood against the mad magician" is flattering, but Chilchuck’s point in this page is that he’s worried about how her life is gonna go, which ties into his worry for others about the law, their jobs, the way Puckpatti is carefree, etc. In this chapter he suppresses his worry and care with anger, but the point still remains that he’s worried for her and her professional future and thus like, her general life direction and all. Sigh anyways more analysis coming on this topic at some point

Looking out for her:

Keeping each other in check. Always gets to me how much she listens to him when the topic’s serious

Love how this is how the party naturally divides. Sigh Chil, Marcille & Izu are so family shaped…

Ep 7 is out and was fun! Not many marchil moments though. This one was notable though lol, never caught it while reading. Truly they are comrades in fear, hide behind each other when something unpleasant is happening. They would risk their life for each other but also they would throw each other under a bus and use as a meat shield if necessary /hj

Anime director doodle! Them against the world…

Get yourself a man who looks at you like this after you did dark magic and caught him shit-talking.

See you soon! With the anime and the new adventurer’s bible I have no doubt that I’ll find more to share with them shipping goggled eyes o’ mine in no time, And if you follow these as they come up, go back to look at the end of the last part in case you missed the crumbs I edited in up until it was completed!

30 pics have been reached in this part… See u later gators

Part 7 here

#Come get your marchil crumbs masterpost part like it’s your morning newspaper everyone #Dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #marchil #chilchuck tims #marcille donato #Just realized today that maybe Chil started teasing her so much as revenge for the way she treated him as a kid help #Love them interacting like all the time ty canon

[yurigalactica]

Her Name

Beneath a blanket of laurel and viridian she lies, Tucked among the roots and ivy. The forest holds her in an embrace of thistles and thorns, Bones of ossified birch, knees sunk into dirt.

Her ghost likes to follow me around, A youthful skip in her gait. She is much more vibrant than I, Eyes azure and gleaming As she darts through the tree line and gleefully squeals "Last one there is a rotten egg."

It's not uncommon for people to see her in me, Or rather, her instead of me. Grown-ups often chuckle and sigh, sugar sweet smiles on their lips, And chitter amongst themselves about how oh-so precocious she is.

Will they ever see me?

She and I are one in the same, people tell me. We have the same smile, same hair, same face. She is all I have ever been and all I ever will be. Anything I think or say or do, no matter how original, She has done it first.

Her name is what people know me by.  It sticks to my skin like maple sap, Burrows itself deeper like a malignant little tick. While it once tasted like wildflowers and pine needles, Now, it is no more than a withered husk That tastes of ash on my tongue.

I do not hate her.

How can I?

She is pure and free and bright, A beam of sunlight born in the burning summer sky. My history is hers, and hers is mine, Identical spirals of cambium etched into the flesh of our arms. When I look into weathered polaroid photographs, Streaked yellow and pink from bygone years, I see her round, youthful face, Lips quirked upward and beaming at the camera.

Her smile is beautiful.

I hold her closely, I carry her on my back. Her arms are looped around my shoulders And her messy caramel curls fall over mine. She clings to me like a moth to a lamp, Sinks her ivory birch roots into my bones, Entwines herself with me. She is a part of me.

But I am not her.

I am alive and she is no more than a memory. Yet when the world speaks to me they call upon her name. When I do not answer, they do not understand why. When I drag them after me, through the woods and to her grave, And show them the brambles growing in her lungs And the sunflowers blooming in her throat, They tell me that she is merely sleeping. For how could a dead thing Bloom so bright?

So I hack off those beloved curls under the cover of the night And stain them the same color as the dawn. If I am ever to become more than the person who wears her face, I must bloom brighter than her corpse. If not an act of rebellion, then call it a desperate plea For someone to softly cup my cheek and, for once, see me.

I am not the little girl with the sunlit smile, But I once was, years ago. It is a fact that is as immutable as death, A law as eternal as life. And though I still carry her in my arms, I am older and wiser now And she will remain forever a child.

We are not the same person. Not anymore. And someday, I hope, the world will look upon us, See our fingers entwined like morning glory vines, And call upon not her,

But me.

#poetry #i wrote this for class like a year ago when i was at the beginning of my gender identity crisis lmao #tw death #<- just in case?? idk it's just a metaphor really #thunder talks #gold star #art stuff

[skynapple]

Budding Romance | Ch. 6

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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Jeremiah is dragged along and encounters some thistles.

Oh, Xavier would die if he were here. If only he could see me right now...

The night market was two blocks of Linkon City's downtown district, lined with booths selling trinkets, crafts, art, food trucks, and a few games that were easy enough to tear down and store away. They arrived at a themed booth that looked like it was representative of a popular toy brand he could have sworn he recognized. 

It was some kind of toss-in-a-hole game but with pebble-like stars that looked like they barely fit in the holes on the board. They stood in line and watched child after child try and fail, the angled edges of the stars often catching the edge of the hole causing it to bounce right out.

Jeremiah immediately failed to see how it was a two-person game. "So, how exactly is this two-player?" He said, always one to speak what he was thinking.

"Well, look how hard it is!" She deflected quickly. "If it was just me, I wouldn't have that many chances. But with you, I'll definitely have a better shot."

"Ok. But, why-" 

"NEXT!" The irritated teenager called out to the line, interrupting his thought.

She seemed to know what he was asking anyways. "Well, I also wanted to thank you for helping me the way you did before, maybe get you away from the shop for a little bit? I dunno..." She looked at her shoes, shyly. "And like I said, all my other friends were busy, so I thought, why not?"

It warmed his heart to hear her so sincere.

"I thought I'd mentioned before, no need to thank me. Any friend of Xavier's is a friend of mine. It's an honor to help out a Deepspace Hunter." He pretended to roll up his sleeve. "So don't you worry, ma'am. We'll definitely win this."

They definitely did not. 

Sure enough, their handful of stars each bounced right after the holes, try as they might.  "These stupid stars." She said, gritting her teeth bitterly as they turned away after both of their turns had passed. "Yeah!" He agreed, "I can't believe they made it like this! It's impossible." A familiar feeling settled in his heart. In a strange way, it reminded him of losing a wanderer fight. He turned to her, resolved as her own words to him from so long ago came back to him.

Sharpen your sword, Jeremiah.

He may have had no idea what the prize was, but he was not going to let her back down so easily. "What are we waiting for?" He nudged his chin towards the line, already hurrying to the back of it.

After an hour of playing over and over, the teen attendant felt bad and admired their persistence in being the only ones to try again and again. "Yeah, it's kinda rigged not gonna lie." The kid said with a wink and handed one of the prizes over. "It's day one. No one's gonna know if one's gone.

And so she'd finally obtained her prize.

"This is what you wanted?" He remarked at huge succulent thistle plushie that she needed both of her arms to hold onto. 

"This is the same one they have at my favorite arcade! But this one is Linkon limited edition and they only have it here! I'm trying to collect them all. I can't believe I got it!"

He laughed. "It's so cute! Glad I could be of service."

She buried her face in it, taking in the artificial scent. "Let's get a picture?"

"Yes!" He quickly agreed and slung an arm around her shoulders to take the photo with his phone.

"Can I post this?" She asked eagerly after admiring the selfie.

A wicked grin grew on his expression. "Of course!"

He was mentally preparing to tease Xavier when the feeling of her warm hand fingers clenched around his palm interrupted his thoughts. It lasted only a millisecond -just a quick squeeze, to say thank you- but it left his heart pounding.

"Thank you so much! I couldn't have done it without you."

"Oh-..." He stammered. What in the world? "No problem."

Suddenly he felt like it was the first time he really looked at her. Inexplicable emotions rising as he stared. Would the woman he'd known head have spent so much time attempting a plushie? Who would have been at her side then?

"Something on my face?" 

"Hmm? No. I was just wondering how in the world you're going to get that plushie through your door."

She laughed. "That's why it's squishy!"

Before he could say anything else, she was pointing out a food stall.  "After all that effort, I'm starving! Oh, and foods on me. No arguing. Everything here is so good. But you know what's really good here? You can get hot dogs dipped in fried potatoes. Have you ever had one?"

"I can't say that I have..."

Jeremiah had no idea what to think as he followed her, barely hearing her as she began to point out the other stalls over the thoughts swirling in his head. Part of him was pleased that he could spend so much time casually with her like this. It was a refreshing replacement to all the negative memories spent at war, and nice to be around her in such a joyous, youthful way. It was nice to feel like she was his friend again.

But she's not. She has no idea. I'm just a stranger. A friend of a friend.

Maybe if she knew who he was, he'd feel better about it. He'd know where he stood; he'd know his place with her. With this in mind, the other thoughts were about how jealous Xavier would be. While at first it was funny and he was never one to shy away from making him more jealous, he never actually wanted to get in the way of anything between them. For as long as he'd known the both of them, they'd only ever had eyes for each other and that was not something he felt like he could or should interfere with. A sinking feeling grew in his stomach that maybe this was too far?

No, this is fine. This is casual. If I was any one of her other friends, she'd be doing the same. Now he chided his racing thoughts. This is nothing. He can't be too mad about this. Just helping her out, like always.

"Any of those sound good?" She was asking. Even though she'd spent so much time listing all their options, he hadn't heard a single one.

"Well, my mind kinda stayed on the Korean hot dogs. What did you say, potatoes, huh?"

"Yes! Ok, you're going to love it. Let's get in line!"

He smiled. "Yes, ma'am! Lead the way."

This is nothing.

--

When he got home later that evening, he had half a mind to gloat to Xavier and send him the picture he'd taken, but hesitated.

He's going to kill me.

Right when his thumb hovered over his contacts, a notification from a new sender lit up on his screen.

Miss ma'am: [Had fun tonight :) thanks for the help! It got through the door!]

He pursed his lips together and thought long about what to reply. [Np! Had fun too.] Was all he was going to leave it at.

She replied less than a minute later. Miss ma'am: [Btw I need help tomorrow. My real succulent died :(]

[Send pics.]

Miss ma'am: [Its too dark rn. I'll pop by the shop tomorrow.]

He thought about it. [Closed tomorrow.]

Miss ma'am: [Oh ok! I'll send pics then.]

He thought about it some more. [I'll swing by?]

Miss ma'am: [That works!! Do you have Xavier's address? Same building. I can let you in.]

[Ya. What time?]

Miss ma'am: [Noon?]

[Kk!]

For a while he tried not to overthink it. It was just helping out an old friend, for which he felt he owed her a lot anyways.

...This is nothing.

#madi writes #love and deepspace jeremiah #jeremiah love and deepspace #love and deepspace #love and deepspace mc #love and deepspace xavier #lnds jeremiah #lnds mc #lnds xavier #lnds #l&ds #l&ds xavier #l&ds jeremiah #lnd mc #jeremiah x mc #jeremiah x skylar

[officalroyalsofpierreland]

A Modest Proposal

A French Chateau, Francesim

Hortense: Oliver....why are we here? Oliver: I figured...everytime we drive past here, you always mention how beautiful this home is so I figured, let's walk through. Hortense: Does the owner know we're here? Oliver [joking]: No my love, I figured we could trespass onto the- Hortense: Mon prince. Oliver: I jest Moa Gaol, the owner knows we're here. I'm pretty sure I'm aware of where we are.

Hortense: Well, I'm glad we aren't trespassing- Mon prince...you did not buy- Oliver: I did...and I can't return it now- Hortense: Oliver this is expensive! It is near an imperial estate, its huge...I am not- Oliver: You are worth it my love. I will not have you complete that statement. Hortense: How did you...Mon prince you have rendered me speechless!

Oliver: I have a small salary as an army officer and a coming of age gift from my Uncle David so it belongs to us privately, not The Crown. I figured, our family will stay here when we wish to visit your Mama or your brother. It's somewhere where we won't have to be on top of Louis and Charlotte. Even your Mama can stay here while we aren't here if she wishes! I just...it'd be a good idea and- Hortense: Oli...this gift is too much! But I expect nothing less from you my love, so thank you.

Oliver: The inside of the home is pretty empty...I'm frankly horrendous at interior design and I figured I'd need your guiding hand. But I've been working on the gardens! It doesn't look all that great cause of the weather but I know in spring time it will be a wonderland of colors! Hortense: We have a whole lifetime to design our petit château. Oliver: I can almost hear little footsteps running around Hortense [teasing]: You are skipping ahead quite a bit [Oliver laughing] Oliver: I cannot help it! I can not wait for our life to start Hortense: Neither can I.

Oliver: Can you taste the freedom? Hortense: I can. It smells of thistles and pine and tastes of fresh shortbread Oliver: I am thankful it tastes like one of the few things I cook well Hortense [laughing]: Oliver...you cook better than my dear brother...he struggles to make toast. And that's pushing one button. Oliver: In his defense...getting toast golden brown takes trial and error! Hortense: We both told him to turn the dial to three...and he went to five cause he was impaitient.

Oliver [excitedly]: Speaking of impaitient...I can't wait for spring, the colors will be much more vibrant but I started by planting roses, daisies and some thistles....maybe we can bring in more plants and I had the pool installed so we can teach our children to swim. Maybe we can also plant a great oak so our children can have a treehouse! I also had the pavillion restored- Hortense [laughing]: A treehouse? Mon Dieu! We shall have the happiest times here.

Oliver: My love, a year ago I never thought I’d be in this moment. I thought that I would spend my semester at the polytechnic and then return home, maybe try simder [Hortense laughs]. Luckily I never had to make that account because I met you, and I thought I met an angel. All the time you helped my awful french…and didn’t laugh at me too much. We have been through a lot..and I know that we will stand together through everything that life is going to throw at us. I know we did not forsee waiting so long-

Hortense: Mon Prince…can I please say yes already? Oliver [laughing]: One last thing. I ask this with the blessing of your mother. Hortense Rose Simparte, will you do me the greatest honor and become my wife? Hortense: Yes! Yes!

Oliver: Oh, thank God… Hortense: You know I was never going to say no… Oliver: The doubting voice inside thought you would. It has now been quieted. Hortense: Mon Prince…the ring Oliver: Oh, yes!

Oliver: The ruby is from my Grandmother’s wedding gifts, the diamonds were a gift from the French people to another ancestor of mine, and the gold comes from my Uncle David, who convinced my father to have me go to the polytechnic. Hortense:I didn’t know that! The three countries that brought us together, in one ring! Oliver: A bit poetic Hortense: And awfully romantic. Oliver: It is what you deserve my love. I love you. Hortense: And I love you.

@empiredesimparte

#officalroyalsofpierreland #story #collab #empiredesimparte #sim: oliver stuart #sim: hortense

[vakarians-babe]

✨9 Ship Songs✨

Rules: List nine songs for one of your ships (or some permutation of ships that equates to nine songs in the end)

I got tagged by both @shivunin and @brother-genitivi so it is time! I, also, didn't want to pick just one ship, so have an assortment of my DA ships below. If there aren't nine songs, keep the wizardry of your numbers to yourself. I don't want to know how to count. I thought about explaining how each song relates to each couple but then this post would be twice as long, so you will have to guess.

Talvinder 💙 Alistair

Aankhon ki Gustakhiyan - Kumar Sanu and Kavita Krishnamurthy May the impertinence of my eyes be forgiven... They look at you just a little; and what my tongue longs to speak, that is what they tell you.

Wide Eyed - Cold Weather Company What if I lose all sight and ambition? What if my heart weakens my vision? What if all I need Is right in front of me? I could die in your arms, I could die.

Aislin 💔 Isabela

Shrike - Hozier The words hung above but never would form- like a cry at the final Breath that is drawn. Remember me, love, When I'm reborn: As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.

The Blackbird - Silly Wizard Oh if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in. And in the top rigging I would there build my nest And I'd flutter my wings o'er her lily-white breast.

Aislin ❤️‍🩹 Sebastian

Archers - Ballroom Thieves Well, you can let your arrows sing. I've never met a man of iron skin But you know, archers never made good kings: Fly headfirst into everything.

King of All Birds - Aoife O'Donovan Get up, get up Get it together and climb on up To the top of the tree. I'm an owl now, a lonely owl: Who, who, where, what, why, when? How the hell did I get this far without you? Pull my feathers one by one, Put 'em in your pocket when I'm gone.

Elodie 💛 Varric

Love Me Tender - Elvis Presley Love me tender, love me true All my dreams fulfill. For, my darling, I love you And I always will.

Amen - Amber Run 'Cause I see You in the daytime, and I hear You at night There's a pale imitation burnt in my eyes. I don't wanna be here, I don't know what to do. Sometimes I'd rather be dead, at least then I'm with You.

La'ara 💚 Cullen

I'd Pluck a Fair Rose - Anne Dudley, Eleanor Tomlinson I'd a-pluck a fair rose for my love, I'd a-pluck a red rose blowin'. Love's in my heart, I'm tryin' so to prove What you heart's knowin'.

The Rockrose and the Thistle - The Amazing Devil 'Cause I'll darn you back together When you think that you're bereft And you'll wail, you'll scream, but I'll never stop 'Cause it's all that I have left

Tagging: @ottobooty @zevrn @palipunk @tatert07s @creaking-skull @isayashai

#tag game

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 10

Prompt: Cucking Pairing: Gale x agender halfling Tav 1023 Words

🔞Adults Only Blog🔞

"I didn't think you would be interested in something like this."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"Not in the slightest!" Thistle says with a laugh. "Just still surprised at your idea. What about you, mirror Gale, are you having second thoughts?"

"I am most enthusiastic to be having intercourse with you tonight!"

Thistle laughs again and places a fond hand on the mirror image's face. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Gale paces at the side of the bed. "Now in order for the experiment to be worthwhile, make sure you act with him exactly as you would with me."

"Of course," Thistle says, giving Gale an indulgent smile. They turn back to the mirror Gale. "Are you Gale enough for that?"

"Really?" Thistle asks, giving the image their full attention. Gale watches with a hand over his mouth. "That's wonderful. What's an example of those desires?"

"I have been created to share in the portion of Gale's mind that contemplates making love to you," the mirror image replies cheerfully. "I know all of his carnal lusts but possess few of his insecurities!"

"I would like you to thrust your penis into my mouth so vigorously that I find it difficult to breathe!"

"Oh, well," Thistle says and Gale spins away from them in embarrassment. "I think we can do that. Would you mind covering your ears for a moment?"

"I will do anything you ask! That is also one of my desires, by the way."

"Gale." He turns back to face Thistle and finds them smiling up at him. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course. Is something wrong?"

"Well, he's a little…chipper."

"He is, isn't he? Let me see." Gale raises his hand and twists it in the air several times. He and Thistle watch as the mirror image's expression changes, the smile softening while the eyes become more intense.

Thistle reaches up and takes mirror Gale's hands off his ears. They kiss one knuckle on each hand while maintaining eye contact. "What would you like to do, Gale?"

"I'd like to mount you from behind, my face in your hair while I make love to you."

Thistle smiles and looks down. "We've done that before."

"I know. I think of it often."

"That's…that's so sweet of you," Thistle says. They put their hand on the mirror image's bare thigh. Gale, the real Gale, feels his heart pounding. "I think of it, too. And the time I held you back from coming for twenty minutes."

"Mm, yes," mirror Gale says, and leans towards Thistle. "So do I. And when you–"

"Wait," Thistle says, holding up their hand. "Do you want to talk about past encounters, or do you want to try something new?"

"Something new," mirror Gale says softly, and he puts his hand on Thistle's cheek, pulling them in for a kiss. He trails kisses down their chin to their neck and to their chest, and beyond. When he reaches Thistle's erection, he opens his mouth and takes it in. Gale watches in fascination as his duplicate rises and falls on Thistle, whose breathing gets heavy.

"Oh it…it tingles."

Both Gales speak at once. "That is due to the Weave's property of–"

Thistle starts giggling, and Gale looks at the mirror image in annoyance. "We can dispense with the fun facts, image."

"Oh Gale," Thistle says, looking up at him. "Be nice. He's just you."

"He's supposed to just be the parts of me related to my arousal." Thistle holds his gaze for a moment, and he sighs. "Point taken. Please, just, get–get back to it."

Thistle looks back to the mirror image. "Gale. Do you want me to do…what you suggested before?"

"Very much so."

"Then, would you kneel next to the bed for me please?"

The mirror image complies, sitting patiently on his feet, and Thistle moves to the edge of the bed beside him. They draw a thumb across his lower lip, and pull his mouth open gently. The look in their eyes, such wonder and desire, is too much for real Gale, and he quietly moves out of Thistle's line of sight, affording him a better view of the mirror image's face. He watches mirror Gale let Thistle hold his mouth open and slip in their cock. Mirror Gale's eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and Thistle threads their fingers into his hair.

They thrust slowly at first, a smooth motion of momentum being built. Gradually, they move faster, and mirror Gale starts to moan. Thistle lets out a breathy sound and thrusts harder, gripping the mirror image's hair for leverage. Mirror Gale's eyes open again and he looks up at Thistle with something like—

Devotion.

Gale wants to put a stop to it all, snap his fingers and dismiss the image. Have Thistle all to himself again. Yet…seeing his dearest debasing his duplicate like this is compelling in a way he had not predicted. With one last thrust and a cry, Thistle comes in mirror Gale's mouth. They pull out, sighing, and then their hand is on his chin again and they say "Open."

Mirror Gale opens his mouth, and the wet puddle of Thistle's seed is on his tongue. Thistle pulls him up and into an open kiss, joining their mouths. Mirror Gale makes a needy sound and wraps his arms around them, melting into Thistle's arms. Their mouths part and Thistle sits up, letting mirror Gale's head slip down to their chest. They turn to look at real Gale, and their expression radiates with their afterglow.

"Was that enough for your experiment, my heart?"

Gale swallows and crosses his arms. "It would, perhaps, be prudent to continue. For additional data."

"I enjoyed watching you have your way with me," the mirror image says to Thistle's stomach. "The feeling is also very confusing."

Thistle smooths mirror Gale's hair and looks at real Gale. Though they say nothing, Gale knows the look: one of patience, and understanding, and above all of love. They turn back to mirror Gale.

"What if I tell you to do whatever you want with me?"

"Then we have a long night ahead of us indeed."

#r-18 #baldur's gate 3 #kinktober 2023 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale baldur's gate 3 #OC Thistle #laughing at how long this one got #what's that line he has about loquaciousness #anyway he's very subby in this actually please enjoy

[ask-north]

Soo...North, is Silas and Wisteria like the only other two pokemon you have? Or you have more? You were sort of introducing them weren't you ?

✧ North was quick to break from her silence, she looked suddenly very confused.

North: Huh-? Wha, Wisteria? Wisteria Isn't my Pokemon? She's a wild Pokemon! Besides, I don't even think she wants to be my Pokemon??

North: Then again... I've never really asked her? It'd be weird to just randomly ask your best friend to willingly be stuck in a tiny Pokeball forever. North: Is that weird? Is it weird... that I kind of do want her to be my Pokemon, so I can make sure she's safe all the time. I don't want her to get hurt... But, that's such a weird thing to ask someone...?

North: How would I even ask that? "...Oh, Steria, can you please get into the Pokeball so I can keep you confined forever and ever and never let you go!" That'd be so embarrassing!! I don't catch Pokemon without their permission, and Wisteria definitely has not said I could. North: Maybe I'll ask when we're older... Yeah! Then it won't be super weird when I do eventually ask.

North: Hehe, yeah... Even so! I've never really caught an actual Pokemon before, Dad said I need to learn how to throw a Pokeball better! I tried to throw one at a Zigzagoon once! But I hit the tree behind it... Mom wasn't happy when it got mad and chased her. I think all the Pokemon I have already had a Pokeball before I got them.

✧ North seemed to finally notice she was rambling once again.

North: Oh yeahhh! I was introducing them, wasn't I? I only have three that are actually mine! There's Silas... Finn and Thistle! My dad caught Thistle, he also caught Smoke. He always makes me carry smoke around or else I'm super duper grounded from going outside alone! North: Speaking of introducing Pokemon...

→ This will be continued in another post.

#chapter 1: familiar faces #text reply #north varron #Posting this before I actually get to the real post in Jan have fun reading all the mess #all chrono

[rhazberriquartz]

I wonder what would swap!Rosie's relationships be with other swap AU characters (´,,•ω•,,) You don't have to write out them all, just the ones you consider to be important or fun

Oh man. I have a few thoughts so let's get into it. It's a lot.

Rosie's most toxic relationships would be with Nadia and Asra. To the point if given the chance she would absolutely eat them. Nadia and Asra managed to capture her inspite of her best efforts. Which is not an easy thing to do. And I'm sure it's due to Asra draining the magician that it's possible. Nadia treats her like an attack dog and keeps her away from anything that will boost her strength. Water, sunlight, prayer, and even has Asra put on a collar that silences her (she can only speak when spoken to by Nadia or Asra specifically.) AND dampens her Magic. So, there's a lot of turmoil there.

She cares about Ilya and Portia a lot. But also know that at this point they're both a little too far gone for her to be able to do anything on her own. So, she lends her help to MC to free these two. Though if she can save them she will she just needs help. Portia and Ilya try to be kind to her. But, Asra often reprimands them for doing so. I like to think Ilya has told both Asra and Nadia that she's let her own death into her home and it won't end well.

Muriel is a little easier to break through to on her own. And being their both in a similar spot (Rosie's used for war.) They're very kind to each other. This depending on route would be one where Muriel does break out of his mindset with MCs help and becomes an ally.

Vlastomil has some vague clue about what's going on and has tried to help her and failed. This incarnation definitely views her as a friend. And he tries to help her communicate to Count Montag what's happened to no avail.

Valerius, she loves to annoy him. Being an incarnation of The World she watches him garden in amusement. But, she never judges. Sometimes she'll help by over correcting a mistake he made. (His sweet potatoes have invaded his house before.) He gets annoyed, but it's quickly forgotten when he sees how big his fruits and vegetable are. Nadia keeps them apart as much as she can.

I haven't thought about Andrea and Agata. They probably don't interact with her a whole lot. But like her company.

Devarshi... oh man. If anyone has read my story Thistles and Thorns - you know why this one hurts. In this AU Rosie managed to make the deal with Death, but unlike Vlademar made damn sure Devarshi would live a normal life. Death happily let them be reincarnated into the life they have now after time passed. As both a show of good faith and to rub salt into her wounds. It's hard for her to look at Devarshi. But everyone does note how protective she is of them. Devarshi doesn't know and probably never will. But enjoys their time together and has learned a great deal from her. She seems familiar and they don't know why.

Count Montag. This blessed well meaning goober. He thought Nadia and Rosie were friends for a time. And before the plague and ritual is when he realized it wasn't the case and something sinister was going on. But if the AU follows the original to some degree well... *motions* he forgot and doesn't pick up on what's wrong until it's almost too late. He does end up asking for her help and freeing her.

And depending on the route MC takes. (My partner in this case.) Would depend on who she ends up with. If you chose Andrea she's with Montag. If you choose Nadia it's Valerius. And there's probably one where it's Devarshi or even Ilya by some miracle.

It all depends on who you like her with most. Rosie's core nature never changes, but her situation does. Which speaks volumes considering the plot of The Last Deal. She's just a deity like figure MC and Lucio call upon for extra support. Where here she's treated and used much differently. Being forced into whatever Nadia and Asra wants.

#courtier swap au #the arcana #drakonishe #thearcanaprojects #rosie #headcanons #free her and let her go feral #definitely ship her with montag and valerius and devarshi #and ilya clearly because im weak

[severed-ties-uf]

Part One: Young Souls

Chapter One: First Meeting

Doctor Gaster had come to the Royal Palace to discuss his plans for the core with the royal family and to have dinner with them, bringing along his firstborn son, Sans (who he told to wait outside). Chara was excused from the meeting by their brother, Asriel.

Chara left the living area and decided to walk down to the flower garden to look for something to do. There they saw a young skeleton monster — no older than themselves — sitting on the ground, facing away from them, looking at flowers; excited to meet a potential new friend, Chara approached him.

Chara: “Greetings!”

Sans turned around to face them, filled with confusion, shock, and distrust. Nobody had ever approached him like that before.

Sans: “uhm… h- hi.”

Chara: “My name is Chara Dreemurr. What is your name?”

Sans: “I- I’m Sans.”

Chara: “Oh, you’re the son of Dr. Gaster, right?”

He nods.

Chara: “Cool! It’s great to meet you, Sans!”

Chara gives him a warm smile and sits down next to him. Sans is still confused and shocked by their kindness, but yet, he’s fascinated and drawn in at the same time.

Chara: “What are you doing out here?”

Sans: “… My father told me to wait outside until dinner time, he didn’t want me to mess anything up with the meeting, and didn’t want me to embarrass him.”

Chara: “That’s silly, why would he think that?”

Sans: “He’s… mean sometimes.”

Chara: “I get it. King Asgore is like that sometimes as well. The underground would be so much better if everyone was just a little nicer, don’t you think?”

Sans: “… yeah… …So… What are you doing out here?”

Chara: “Prince Asriel excused me from the meeting. The meeting wouldn’t involve me to begin with and he didn’t want me to be bored.

Chara giggles slightly. Sans looks down at the flowers.

Sans: “I see… I’ve just been out here, looking at the flowers.”

Chara: They’re so pretty! Don’t you think?”

Sans: “I guess.”

Chara crawls over to a patch of buttercups.

Chara: “These ones are my favorite! They’re called buttercups. They’re so pretty, and smell so nice!”

Chara picks a flower and hands it so Sans.

Chara: “Here you go.”

Sans takes a look at it, and smells it. Chara's kindness cheering him up a bit.

Sans: “Yeah, they do look nice and smell good, you’re right; I like them. Thank you, Chara.”

Chara: “You’re welcome!”

Sans takes a long pause, holding the flower between his thumb and pointer finger.

Sans: “So… uhm… Flower- you doing today, Chara?”

Chara laughs

Chara: *Giggle* “… you wouldn’t be-leaf how good of a day I’ve had! If you’ve been having a bad day, I hope thistle cheer you up!” *giggle*

Sans starts to laugh as well, showing a smile for the first time (since he’s met Chara).

Sans: *chuckle* “I wasn’t having a good day, but you’ve helped me bloom into having a good one, you’ve made my daisy! So, thank you!”

Chara: “You’re welcome, Sans!“

Chara smiles at him, he smiles back.

Chara: “Hey, do you wanna be friends?”

Sans: “Really?! You want to… be my friend?”

Chara: “Yes, of course I do! You’re super friendly and funny!“

Sans tears up a bit, it’s the first time anyone has offered to be his friend, and one of the rare times he’s been complimented.

Chara: “Sans, are you okay?”

Sans: “… I would love to be friends with you, Chara.”

Chara: “Yay!!”

Chara gives Sans a short and sudden hug, and lets go a second later. After Chara lets go, Sans stays there for a couple seconds, shocked, processing everything, especially the hug. Neither of them noticing that he’s blushing.

Sans: “I really lilac your company, Chara, I’m sure we’ll be best buds.”

Chara laughs, and begins to speak, but is interrupted by the sounds of familiar footsteps. Chara stands up and faces the door, as Asriel leans in.

Asriel: “Hey guys, dinner’s ready! Come on in.”

Chara: “Yes, your highness.”

Chara offers their hand to Sans, he takes it and Chara helps pull him up to his feet.

Chara: “Come on, friend! Let’s go eat dinner!”

Sans: “Alright, let’s go.”

Still holding hands, they walk to dinner with Asriel. Sans blushing all the way.

Authors notes (mostly about the characters):

Sans still has a taste for puns in his childhood, but grows out of the more innocent ones later in life.

Chara isn’t allowed to call Asriel (or any of the royal family) by his name or by nicknames in public (only in private) which is why they refer to him as “Prince Asriel” and “your highness”.

I decided to make Asriel 5 years older than Chara, to bolster their relationship with Sans (because they’re the same age, 8).

Next Chapter

#underfell #chans #sans x chara #chara x sans #undertale #undertale ship #underfell fanfiction #underfell ship #undertale fanfiction #underfell chara #underfell chans #underfell sans #underfell asriel #childhood friends au #severed ties uf #severed-ties-uf

[hollowedartist]

Also jus tap the photos for less blur cuz tumblr woooo

Oh my god finally! It has been a stressful past few weeks and I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. A lot of stressful stuff with family and school now that scholarships have to go in.

But hey look thistle wind! He is a fella. I gave him a sort of softer hair design, never really liking to show his eyes on the account of how dark they are.

He is very calm when fighting on the account of not slamming his head first into the frey. He takes into account the size and speed of the other first before attacking, in my mind it would be similar to Markoth with a bit of a similar strike to revek possibly. Though his main way to fight is to use the opponents attacks against them!

He isn’t quick to anger an is similar to Quirrel in a sense with how he speaks of travel, he moved travel and it is somewhat saddening for him to be bound to the resting grounds, but he is fine with it, at least when the knight comes to show him of their travels through the various things they collected and the edits and additions to their map!

An finally a update design for the knight! Yes I know I’m the previous image I kinda screwed up a side view I’m not the best with them and I tried haaa.

They have their mask covering their face, with a sort of crown like shape at the top of it for their horns. Also I love drawing braids, I want all the vessels to have braids man. They like to wander to find the nearest person to help fix it for them. Except tiso.

Tiso screws up the braid every time an they don’t like him touching it.

#hollow knight #hk thistlewind #hk the knight #hk #hk markoth #for once I rambled not in the tags! #I’m so sorry this was late guys #this week an the past have been just HHHHH #moth #art

[fumifooms]

Thistle rarepairs

As start of my “Dunmeshi rarepairs I will birth with my own hands if I have to” series

I’ve been reading dunmeshi enjoying everyone’s dynamics with everyone and multishipping a bit in my head for optimal serotonin but… I think I’ve settled on some ships I particularly enjoy, and of COURSE I’m alone in them. They’d be so interesting to have fics about them, sob… Which, on that topic, how the HELL are there so little Dungeon Meshi fics?!!!  I’ll make a post for every ship but I’mma start by bundling the Thistle ones together, if ya wanna see my other ones just browse the dungeon meshi tag on my blog.   I kinda ship marcille with everyone, ship thistle with everyone, Laios with a lotta people… But I eventually had to find my niche, my otp, and… some stuck out of the lot. FICTIONAL MENTALLY ILL JERKS ARE INTERESTING I’M SORRY

Thistle x Falin

The biggest part is that I think it’d be interesting for Thistle to have one actual ally and person who cares for him, and find that in the tool he dismisses. He never really seemed to understand that an extra soul got mixed into the dragon, somehow. It’d be interesting to see him gradually understand it was more than a form change, then realizing that means he actually has someone in his corner, as a supportive presence. He’s been alone for how long again? Falin is a ray of sunshine, and that’s what Thistle needs I think. Actual and heartfelt companionship. The dragon is forcibly devoted to him, but it’s Falin who extends extra care and attentions. We’ve seen esp with Thistle summoning the bunch of dragons that even monsters who have to listen to the dungeon lord still retain individuality and a certain degree of free will.

But look looook Falin is the thing that allowed Thistle to calm down and think things through, she grounds him.

Look at her lil nod at the end, she doesn’t dislike him <3 (Even tho the other dragons he summoned def found him annoying at the very least so it’s not a forced devotion mind control issue)

Thistle and Falin, sitting on a web, o-b-s-e-s-s-i-n-g!

Pathetic meow meow x ultimate cinnamon roll basically. A cinnamon roll that will turn to bloody murder only for him, and is kinda aware and okay with that?? I can’t wait to see how Falin will react to Thistle when she’s revived in the last chapters… There’s a parallel here to be found as well, Falin is fully devoted to Thistle, like how Thistle is fully devoted to Derghal. Falin’s biggest goal is to protect the people she loves, like Thistle with his family. They have some interesting subtle similarities…

AND. Also they are both natural born magical geniuses. Falin was ostracized for it while Thistle was lifted up for it though, but yes they were both treated differently for it and it affected them, also gaining a sense of responsibility due to it as well.

Marcille x Thistle

It’d be interesting, I had thoughts about it with them battling it out for dungeon lord title and being both mage elves with personalities clashing… And then he “died” holding her hand so hah! That’s a win in my books.

Yes so it has interesting potential due to a few things. Dungeon master x person desperate to study dungeons, the hand holding just as he died (She just happened to be the closest to him when he was dying, but I still think that speaks of potential future dynamics they could have had. The last thing he did was reach out for help and companionship. He mocked her for being a half-elf, and yet his last wish and hope is entrusted to her), the whole elf mage thing they have matching which means they share an area of study aka interests and conversation topics, but most of all it’s the tragic narrative of it y’know. I think in another universe, if Thistle had allowed Marcille a conversation as she had requested, she could have positively influenced him. If Marcille pacified him and they spoke- oh I have no doubt she’d piss him off which could be a fun dynamic in non life-threatening scenarios lol, but he could answer her questions about dungeons, pertaining to her goals and dreams, and I think he’d gain a smart and capable companion along the way. Someone that would truly understand him and be able to intellectually ground him and argue it out to find the best solution. As a dungeon master, I think he would be maybe the best placed to make her rethink through her dream and dungeon plans as well, if she starts seeing him not as a fully insane guy (which means she thinks she would fare better as a dungeon lord than him), but an individual influenced by the Power. Like the manga pointed out early on, Marcille may be great at theoretics, but practice is ultimately the most important thing, and experience as a dungeon master is what Thistle has, exemplified with how he created an ecosystem that worked with the layers unlike Marcille who immediately disturbed everything.  They both just want to live peacefully and forever with their loved ones </3 yeah I think they’d understand each other better than anyone else. It’s very interesting to note that Thistle was an elf in a kingdom of humans/tallmen, who had seen generations of the royal family as seen through the paintings. Losing people was his greatest fear, like it is hers. Elf otherized for being an adopted elf in a kingdom of tallmen projecting his want of belonging onto her by thinking she wants to be a full half-elf… She just wanted to talk 😔 She isn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit, y’know what good.

… Marcille x Falin x Thistle polycule You know, it’d be fun if Izutsumi interacted with Thistle as well, they’d duel to the death fr. I just want more Thistle content ok…

#Dungeon meshi #character analysis #ship analysis #Thistle #Falin Touden #Marcille Donato #HEAR ME OUT #ot3 #Rarepair #thistle x marcille #thistle x falin #uhh how do we call this hm #Marthistlin??? #Thistlin #Sissel #sisselin #Marsisselin #Works better with the canon name innit #Dunmeshi rarepairs

[bretongirlwrites]

‘The supposition is perfectly reasonable,’ said I: ‘there is no reason it should not work; save that, –’

‘Save that the Nirnroot,’ said Tara, ‘has evaded knowledge for a thousand years. That it glows whilst alive, means nothing, –’

‘That is the sort of attitude,’ said I, – quite undeterred, put the leaf in my mortar, – ‘that has ignored things for a thousand years.’ 

I detached the roots from it; shook it a bit; crushed it a bit; and wondered at last if there was anything which might be done to stop the damnable ringing, which Sinderion after all had warned me about. – ‘I shan’t be deterred by that,’ I had told him. – ‘Could you speak up?’ he had replied: ‘I cannot hear you over the tinnitus.’ – Leastways it would not stop: and to my left, a poor scholar gave up on his own work, and departed. I mashed the thing a little more; and invited Tara to prepare the milk-thistle.

‘There are much easier ways,’ said Tara, whose skirt-hems were still damp with lake-water, ‘to make a potion of light.’

‘Oh!’ said I: ‘I do not believe the Arcane University has ever done something easily, which might be done more interestingly.’ 

‘No,’ said Tara, – mashed the thistle with good-humoured resignation: ‘no, we haven’t.’

The materials prepared, I got a flask of water on the boil; set up our calcinator; and began to hum, a vain reattempt to drown out the ringing. – Absently nibbled a bit of milk thistle: was most startled when the whole room lit up. – All was in place: we had only to boil the thing, and then test it.

‘Anyway,’ said Tara at length: ‘if you and Sinderion keep pulling up nirnroots, we shall have none left by the end of the era.’

‘That is a long way off,’ said I, ‘we are hardly four hundred years into it. Oh! there’ll be droves of them somewhere we can’t get to them. – Is that nirnroot charred enough yet? It is still ringing.’

‘Only very faintly,’ said she: ‘it must be your ears;’ but she passed it over regardless; along with the thistle-pulp. I became most delighted by it even before we had finished: for the ingredients were perfectly prepared; and Sinderion and I being pioneers in nirnroot experimentation, we must take the utmost care over it. 

‘Well!’ said I: ‘you do the honour of the thistle; and then I shall, –’

The milk-thistle is so-named, because its pulp is white: and when put into a potion, it so resembles milk, that one is fooled until one tastes it, and gets all the sentiment of having consumed a liquified hedgerow. The water became cloudy, but had no bits in it: we had done well so far. 

‘The honour of the nirnroot,’ said Tara, ‘is all yours:’ and quite to my consternation, she took two steps back. 

‘You will want to watch this,’ said I: ‘whatever happens, it will be novel.’

‘That is one way,’ said Tara, ‘of describing all of your experiments.’

I dismissed the barb; drew myself up; and already imagining the quill in my hand, to write up my tribulations and victories, I collected up the nirnroot from the calcinator, and poured it into our funnel. At once the water became not dirtied, but a wonderful glowing sort of dark green, – began to fizz, – I took out the funnel, and waited in triumphant anticipation.

The mixture settled for a moment; but quite as if to spite me, when I had just leaned over, redoubled its fizzing, and without warning shot up from the flask, and in a bright pillar almost to the ceiling. Tara, who would later suggest the addition of buckets to the Lustratorium, rushed forwards by instinct, and caught enough of it on her robes, that she could see them a little in the dark for ever afterwards. There had not been very much water in the flask; yet infinities of it poured out, and faintly ringing all the while; and when it had done, I was left to look in dismay over a table quite drenched, and an afternoon of ingredients spent in disaster.

‘If you say: I told you so, –’ said I at last, – 

‘Well,’ said Tara, ‘I did say that I did not believe it would work. If you had meant to create a potion of levitation, perhaps, – but light, –’

‘Did you see that!’ I cried: ‘we illuminated the whole room!’

‘And so might we have done,’ said Tara wringing out her robes, ‘with a potted nirnroot on the corner of the desk.’

I opened my mouth to disagree; but could say only something about utilitarianism and novelty; and becoming glad that if there was one thing that might be done easily and without exciting novelty, it was cleaning, – went laughing for the towels.

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thanks to @druidx for the prompt ‘a magical experiment gone awry’ for julianne!

#oblivion #oc:julianne #breton girl writes #idk how much 'alchemical experiment' counts as 'magical experiment'... #just wanted to write lore-friendly coke and mentos hehe #lore-friendly but not chemistry-friendly probably. have not done chemistry in almost 10 years

[ghoulclan]

THISTLEKIT he/him

An implusive kit who’s always getting into trouble with some cat or other. He manages to get away with anything and is loved by the whole clan (well most of them at least)

He was found abandoned and wounded as a kit and taken in by the clan

Full backstory under the cut!!

Moon 0:

Fringedusk was wandering along deep in thought, as per usual, wasn’t looking where he was going and fell flat on his muzzle. Looking back scowling he saw a tiny, soggy bundle of bloodstreaked white and brown fur.

Oh shit

Nudging it with his nose he heard a faint sqeak and rushed the kit to the medicine den

A meeting was yowled and the calm looked towards Weedstar for guidance, the young leader’s mind was whirling and a long painful moment passed before he blurted out the first full sentence to come to mind;

‘Fringedusk what did you see?’

The pink cat explained the bloodstains and trail of adult cat scent and prints leading away from the body. Murmurs spread through the crowd and all eyes turned in unison when they heard the healer stonefur’s familiar tail swish (his tail is very long and sweeps along the ground, a calling card for his presence to all cats familiar with him).

Stone looked worried and tired but despite this he announced that through the kit was psycial going to recover he couldn’t say anything for the mental side. The abandonment and violence was sure to leave a scar.

The next morrow found stonefur, not having slept, talking to an awake but very shaken kitten. Stone tried to ask him where he was from or what his name was, but the kit only repeated the word thistle.

He was young they didn’t expect him to have a full grasp of the languge yet and so all the clan could do was spend time and help in anyway they could

Weedstar brought the comfort of shared silence. Shellfreckle the deputy brought music (yes these cats can play drums ). Stonefur the healer did all he could, coming up with games and remedies, never tiring. Fringedusk tried to seek the maker of those prints in the floor but to no avail. Sunbillow did not help, if the kit was going to survive he would have to do it himself. Afterall that’s how sunbillow learnt. And finally slightnut the elder provided feats of strength and the warmth of her fur

And so after a few moons the kitten could speak and the clan had all grown very close to him, almost all, sunbillow wanted the kitten to prove himself

The kitten was called forward to the rock and the First Ceremony was performed

The starclan guide and Weedstar’s mentor, goldstar, whispered in their ear and those words flew out of weed’s mouth, like the wind

‘I, Weedstar, leader of ghoulclan ask my ancestors to turn their eyes upon this kit. Will you let him become a part of the ancient living, rippling being of the clans?’

Stepping forwards Weedstar suddenly leg out a yelp of pain, looking down he saw the head of a thistle embedded in his paws. Nodding to the spectral outline of goldstar she understood.

‘The stars have spoken, Thistlekit I welcome you into Ghoulclan. May you be with us unendingly.’

The clan broke into chears, ‘THISTLEKIT THISTLEKIT’ and thistlekit placed his paw on Weedstar’s, feeling a surge of fulfilment and excitement, the likes of which had be alien to him for so long.

#clangen #ghoulclan #clan generator #clangen playthrough #thistlekit #warriors #lioden #ghoulart #ghoullore #warrior cats

[hyperfixatinglove]

Anemon, Blue Thistle and Peony!😁💖

Oops in a way I already briefly answered these questions! I'll try to go little more in depth now!

Anemone: Is your wedding extravagant or small and quaint? Do you have lots of guests or just a few close friends?

I seem to prefer small weddings! Both my ships with Blazkowicz and Ushio have small weddings with close friends & allies, very private and short affairs with no official venue.

But since we're speaking about number of quests, it¨s still high number (at least for me) if I count right, with Ushio our quest list was about 15+ people since I'm also counting Yusei's friends from Satellite (Blitz and others alongside with Rally, plus Kazama & Mikage AND the normal 5ds group, oh also Jaeger!) We didn't have any wedding gift policy (some were insisted on giving one, like Carly and Crow). I think either Jaeger made us official (if before Ushio retired in my Canon AU) or just a quest (if after, I'm undecided).

For Blazkowicz and Fay, I think the quest count was around 10+ people, as Kreissau Circle was with us. It was in the headquarters not on Eva's Hammer the submarine, so we were surrounded by beautiful paintings at least! Sigrun was Fay's maid of honor and I think either Wyatt or Caroline was William's. I do like the idea of us not having fancy outfits in the moment, like William not having the suit when we married, but later when we registered the date (and named just couple of the entire Circle as witnesses) we did wear fancy outfits. I think Blazkowicz didn't even have his own ring, I had his heirloom one alone.

Blue thistle: What do you and your F/O wear at your wedding? Feel free to provide pictures of wedding attire you would wear!

I think Ushio would wear his canon suit, it's cute (but with yellow tie!)

Is that tie blue or green or in between? I can never make it out!

Mine was rather extravagant dress! I wanted to look dramatic for once.

I like Blazkowicz in brown, so he would probably wear light brown suit. I don't know about tie color. Though I do have this image;

And he looks so good in that tie! And the black suit too, but brown is sorta my own idea of Iconic color to Blazkowicz (It's also one of Aiden's own like five colors). He wears his New Order "armor" when we marry in Circle's headquarters:

I think Fay would have simple pink dress or Rockabilly-like one when we register the marriage as official, but in the moment she'd have pink jeans jacket and pants.

Peony: Who proposed? How did the proposal go?

Both Blazkowicz and Ushio proposed. I don't think I can do the deed.

Blazkowicz canon proposal to his canon love interest is so morbidly hilarious & sweet I'm stealing it. He literally just killed the leader of the Reign not 10 minutes earlier, her dead body is still laying on the table she got axed on, William literally took the ring back from her cold, dead finger! His words, how he proposed was sweet though!

"You make me strong and weak at the same time. Will you marry me?"

I will be fangirling about the choice of words forever, one of small saving graces of New Colossus.

I never seem to settle on how Ushio would propose. On the other hand I imagine him as such a sap, he would try to make it the Most Romantic Thing known to man, but on other hand I have so many daydreams of him popping the question in middle of Elden Ring / Soulsborne run.

I do have rough outline of what he'd say during the deed, how glad he is that he was able to change because it lead him to me, how much he adores & loves me & how he hopes we have many happy years ahead of us.. Just sappy stuff I adore. I imagine he had no ring for this, as our two rings are custom made, but I understood from the way he acted it was meant to be serious & proper proposal.

@nyandereneko

#for your revolution #i'll keep you safe #letters of love #morbid tw #juust in case #this was fun! thank you!

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander)

Chapter 35: Is It Happily After?

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Ellen and Roger are finally getting married. Those attending the wedding congregate in the tent at the Mount Helicon Gathering. Roger lingers at the front along with the minister, who's Protestant much to Jamie's chagrin.

Brian is babysitting Jemmy for the ceremony though his nephew has become a little fussy, looking for his mother and trying to reach for his father.

"Uh, no, Jem, please." Brian murmurs, trying to hold down the five-month-old.

"You look busy." A voice speaks.

"Mmh?" He is slightly startled by the man in front of him.

The man in front of him is tall with a thin, wiry build. His hair is black and his eyes are blue with high cheekbones.

He gestures to Brian's nephew. "The little rascal you're holding."

A man with a nice Welsh accent.

Brian clears his throat and chuckles slightly. "Yeah, a bit."

"He yours?"

"Uh, no, no. He's my sister's. She's getting married today." Brian quickly replies.

Is it Brian's imagination or does this guy look relieved?

"You're Jamie Fraser's son." He speaks.

"One of them, yes."

"Mmm." The man frowns. "Wait, the boy's your sisters and she's getting married? Today?"

Brian narrows his eyes. "Yes," his sharp, "what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, nothing. Sorry." He hurriedly apologises. "Was making a joke that clearly didn't land well."

"No, it didn't." Brian retorts.

"Sorry," he chuckles, "terrible first impression." He clears his throat. "I'm Brynmor Jones." He offers his hand.

Yeah, definitely Welsh.

Briam smiles slightly, shaking his hand. "Brian. This rascal is Jeremiah."

Brynmor receives a gummy smile.

"What settlement are you from?" He questions curiously.

Brynmor's features darken. "Hillsborough."

Brian winces. "Oh, er, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Brynmor reassures him.

"Brian! Hello!" Lizzie interrupts, stopping Brian from saying anything else. She hurries over with a slight blush on her face. She tucks a loose strand up under her cap. "I-I can take care o’ Jeremiah, no problem. Ye shouldn’t be troubled with the wee bairn."

He knows she's trying to be helpful plus the apparent crush she still has in him, but Brian can't help but feel offended at the implication that he can't look after his own nephew.

"No, need Lizzie." Brian says, trying to sound calm but his voice comes out a little sharp. "I'm fine."

She blushes and nods, leaving. Brian lets out a huff.

"She's nice." Brynmor comments.

"She's annoying." Brian grumbles.

He receives a curious look. "You don't like her?"

"No."

"Maybe you need maturity." Brynmor remarks casually.

"A mature woman?" Brian questions.

"Sure..." a shrug, "if that's what you want." With that, Brynmor saunters off with Brian spluttering after him.

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Brian holds onto Jemmy and stands up with everyone else, cheering and applauding as Mama is the first one to come down the aisle. She smiles at Brian as she goes past to say a quick word to Roger, then goes to her place in the audience next to Brian. She gives her grandson a soft pinch on the cheek.

Da and Ellen are right behind her. Ellen is dressed in a homespun dress, complete with some appropriate thistle embroidery along with their paternal Grandmother's pearls. Brian knows Da has gifted Ellen a silver sixpence from Murtagh, who can't attend the wedding since he's in hiding. Da brings her to meet Roger, then bows and joins Mama and Brian at the front.

The bride and groom step onto the altar before the priest, and the congregation all sit back down.

"Dearly beloved," Pastor Caldwell begins, "we are assembled here teday in the presence o’ God. Let us therefore reverently remember that God has established and sanctified marriage fer the welfare and kindness o’ mankind."

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Brian stares wide-eyed as David pulls away. Their lips slightly parted and their cheeks red. Music for the end-of-year dance plays in the background.

June 1961

David bites his lip but doesn't look away from him, doesn't pull his hand away. Then, he asks, "So?"

"Huh?" Brian says dumbly, not understanding.

"Great, thanks man." David remarks sarcastically. He grins. "I meant, you're welcome, now you've kissed someone."

"Erm, er, yeah, thanks man. Great." Brian says, quietly, clearing his throat and laughing it off when David winks at him.

"Yeah, sure." David says. "What are friends for." He snorts a laugh. "Well, to practice-kiss, apparently."

Brian forces a chuckle.

A girl, Kimberly, interrupts causing them to spring away from each other.

"Hey! There you guys are! They're about to play Pony Time!" She grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet before running off.

David flashes him a grin and leaves.

Brian sits there quietly, eyes wide, and raises a trembling hand to his lips. Okay, yeah, he definitely likes boys as well as girls.

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A/N: A bit of trivia, David appeared in chapter 8 when Brian is in the National Gallery in London on a school trip.

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Kinktober 2023 Day 9

Prompt: Stripping Pairing: Gale x agender hafliing Tav 767 Words

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"I appreciate the patience with which you wait for me to finish speaking, my love, but if you have something to say, it might sometimes be wise to interrupt me."

"I'm just thinking that…well, we have um. Shared each other's bodies a few times now, but I still have yet to see you…completely…naked. Each time we've laid together outside of the Weave, you've stopped me from taking off your shirt."

Thistle, usually so calm and collected, is fiddling with one of their cuffs. "That's true," Gale says, guarded. "Is that something you consider, well, necessary?"

"Necessary? No, nothing between us is necessary, Gale. It's just that you seem reluctant and I wonder if there's anything I can do? If there's a reason you're holding back…"

"Not in so many words. I…" He looks at Thistle, considering his words. "After spending a year in seclusion, I do somewhat fear my body is not quite in the shape I would like. Or which I feel you desire or deserve."

"What?" Thistle asks with a laugh, and Gale feels worse than he already did. "But when we were in the Weave–"

"It's possible that, in my fervor to delight you as much as possible, I…embellished my appearance on that occasion."

"Oh Gale," Thistle says. "That was not at all necessary. Or wanted."

Gale takes a deep breath. "It is silly, in retrospect. But I don't know if I have the confidence for it, just yet. Not while the orb still marks my skin."

Thistle puts their hand on his and holds his gaze for a moment. "I don't want this to be a debate. If you really aren't comfortable with it, we'll drop it. I just want you to know…that…I want to see your body. Top to bottom."

The embarrassment and pure desire on their face lights a fire in Gale's belly. He huffs a laugh, and smiles. "Well, when you put it like that…" He leans in and kisses Thistle softly. Their lips tremble below his.

"How about we go piece for piece?" Thistle suggests. "I can start."

"Respectfully, my blossom, that's hardly a fair trade. You are much freer with your body than I am with mine."

Thistle shrugs as they unlace their waistcoat. "I'll be wanting my clothes off soon enough, anyway. Won't I?" They raise an eyebrow on that, and Gale laughs. They toss the waistcoat over the side of the bed, then lean back against the headboard expectantly.

Gale takes a deep breath and rises from the bed. He undoes the button at the back of his tunic and pulls it over his head. Rather than drop it immediately, he holds it in place over his chest and looks at Thistle. They are looking back at him with wide eyes and parted lips, and a wave of feverish lust crashes over him. He lets the shirt fall, grateful to have the layer of his undershirt still on him.

"What next, Gale?" Thistle asks.

"Trousers," Gale says firmly. Thistle reaches below their belly and unties their trousers, then shimmies out of them and kicks them aside. They stretch out on the bed, lounging on their side and watching Gale with a smile. Gale is quite gratified to see the growing bulge in their underwear.

He follows suit, untying his own leggings and bending over to remove them–so inelegant a motion! But Thistle watches him still, with that hungry look in their eye.

"Shirts next?" they ask.

"Shirts last, please."

Thistle nods, and puts their thumbs in the waistband of their underwear. Gale watches their member spring into view before the underwear is tossed away. He feels embarrassed of his own erection, obvious even before he strips away his own nethers. Such an outward sign of his inner thoughts…but why should he be? The only person who can see it is the one person he wants to see it.

Thistle looks from his crotch to his face and smiles. "The last piece," they say. Gale nods. Thistle sits up to kneel on the bed and pulls their shirt off, laying it carefully beside them. They say nothing, and watch Gale.

He takes a deep breath and finally removes his last stitch of clothing. He forces himself not to cover his too-soft stomach with his arms, but feels foolish with his alternative of letting them hang at his sides. He looks at Thistle looking at him, and finds no disappointment, no distaste. Only an expression of lust, and love. They meet his eyes.

"Come here," they murmur, "where I can put my hands on you," and he obeys.

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