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timetravelingpenguin1066 · 2 years

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Third entry to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie hot fic summer challenge.

The prompt is Sunrise featuring my personal OTP: Sigtryggr & Stiorra.

Gifs are mine. 1. Top right and left photos are mine. Quote is from Sunrise by Norman Rosten: The small origin of the dawn pushed outward, devours softly and in all directions the last traces of the night. 2. Second row and right on the fourth row are mine. 3. First on the top left is mine. Quote on first row is from Sunrise by Norman Rosten: Mercilessly, it released light's runners, sounds the anvil of day with its red hammers, announces in an incredible burst of sunshine morning in a silence lovely and more significant than a monument Quote on second row is from Memory: Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower, And a rose that is fading, Roses wither away. Like the sunflower, I yearn to turn my face to the dawn, I am waiting for the day 4. Quotes from Memory: Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise, I must think of a new life, And I mustn't give in. When the dawn comes, Tonight will be a memory too, And a new day, will begin.

Sunlight through the trees in summer, Endless masquerading. Like a flower as the dawn is breaking, The memory is fading. All other images are from Pinterest.

Stiorra stood at the window, watching the sun rise over the walls of Jorvik. Streams of light flitting through the trees. Below, her people were beginning to open their doors and begin their work. The blacksmith lit his forge. The butcher sharpened his knives. A woman ran across the frosty ground to the cries of childbirth. The aroma of fresh bread penetrated the air, along with the clean smell of the morning dew. So, she thought, this is what peace looks like. This was the town she had built alongside her husband. Husband. That word still felt strange to her. They'd only been married a few months. And yet, in that time, Jorvik had been built into a great bustling town. A trading centre in Daneland.

Arms suddenly wrapped their way around her, and she felt lips softly kiss her neck. She giggled slightly (it tickled). She sighed, relaxing into her husband's arms (who else could it be?). "Enjoying the peace?" he grinned.

"I was," she flirted. "Until you decided to come over here." His hand did not leave her as he came around to face her. "You seemed cold," he said.

"I was until now." She moved closer to him, his arms moved to envelope her. She made the mistake of looking down. "Sigtryggr!" she admonished. He merely chuckled, pulling her in his arms anyway. She let herself rest there. His arms always made her feel safe. It was as though he was a shield, blocking the cold, breaking the darkness that always threatened. Even the gods would not interfere with this peace. Time just seemed to stand still. There was nothing else in the world. Just her, Sigtryggr and peace.

#cherry pie's hot fic summer #the last kingdom #sigtryggr #stiorra #sigtryggr x stiorra #stiorra x sigtryggr #mine: gifs #mine: edits #i think this one is my favourite #the colours #the fluffy fluff fluff #fluff fluff fluffl fluff fluff fluff #did i say fluffl?#fluffy fluff fluff fluff #fluff fluff #i have not said it enough ye #FFFFLLLLUUUUUUFFFFF #tlk fics #tlk moodboards

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goldenlaurelleaveswrites · 2 years

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100 Follower Celebration!! 🥳

I can’t believe how quickly this happened, but I hit 100 followers!!

And to celebrate and thank you all for all the support you’ve given me since I started my writing journey, I wanted to do something to celebrate!! So to celebrate, I’m going to be taking prompt submissions and because I’m indecisive, I’ve included three prompt lists for you to choose a prompt from! Just make sure to include the full prompt, not just the number in your submission so I know which one you want to see!!

These will all be Lukanette ficlets (unless you specify otherwise but just know I don’t do love square), but they don’t necessarily have to be written from Luka or Marinette’s perspective (you just have to let me know if you want a specific pot character 😉)

I’ll be aiming to get these up at the end of the month, so don’t panic if you don’t see it posted right away.

With all that being said, the full prompt lists are below the cut. Let’s spread some love 💖💖💖

Spring OTP Prompts from @lavenderotpprompts

Making flower crowns and weaving flowers into one another’s hair

Jars of fresh jam

Dinner with friends

Listening to the sound of thunder with a cup of tea in hand

Morning sun

“What are you staring at?”

Thrift shopping

Birds nest

Afternoon picnic by a stream

Lavender kiss

Freshly baked bread

Walk through the woods

Fairies

A new pair of boots

Blowing bubbles

Working in the garden all day and curling up together that night on the couch

Caught in a sudden rainstorm

Sleeping with the windows open

A warm plate of cookies

Jumping in puddles

Bunnies

Royalty au

Spring cleaning

“I didn’t mean it like that”

A yellow balloon

Cherry blossoms

Allergies

Spring cottage

A bike ride down the lane

“I really missed this”

Casual Affections from @creativepromptsforwriting

Showing that they care.

smiling at each other from across the room

randomly texting a gif or emoji

laying their hand on the other’s leg

kiss to the side of the head

squeezing the other’s shoulder

fixing the other’s clothes

guiding them with a hand on the small of their back

embracing them from behind

ruffling their hair

placing their chin on the other’s shoulder

calling them nicknames

winking at them

teasing each other good-naturedly

putting an arm around the other’s shoulder

washing the other’s hair

taking a photo of them smiling or in their element

looking in each other’s eyes

putting a blanket on them

tugging at the other’s clothes to keep them close

making them food they like

laughing at their jokes

placing a hand on the back of the other’s neck

brushing strands of hair away

patting their head

sharing an umbrella

bumping shoulders into each other

randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face

pressing their foreheads together

nudging them to show they are right beside them

laying their head on the other’s shoulder

Kisses from @creativepromptsforwriting

Showing affections.

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

kisses on head

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks

small kisses

kissing it better

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

kissing away tears

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

sleepy kisses

angry kisses

feather-light kisses

kisses with trembling lips

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

#100 follower celebration #i serious can't thank you all enough for the love and support you've shown me #y'all are gems #ask prompts #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #pro lukamari #i am serious indecisive #so sorry about so many prompts #i just liked all these lists

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clintnatalias · 2 years

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—Natalie Diaz, from “Waist and Sway,” Postcolonial Love Poem

[text ID: Wanting her was so close to prayer— I should not. But it was July, and in a city where desire means, Upstairs we can break each other open, the single blessing I had to give was Mouth— so gave and gave I did.]

#natalie diaz #poetry #poem #postcolonial love poem #waist and way #words #otp tag #elwenn #leanna #i couldnt find this specific excerpt so i did it myself #otp: fresh flowers and fresh bread

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lavenderotpprompts · 2 years

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Spring OTP Prompts

Making flower crowns and weaving flowers into one another’s hair

Jars of fresh jam

Dinner with friends

Listening to the sound of thunder with a cup of tea in hand

Morning sun

“What are you staring at?”

Thrift shopping

Birds nest

Afternoon picnic by a stream

Lavender kiss

Freshly baked bread

Walk through the woods

Fairies

A new pair of boots

Blowing bubbles

Working in the garden all day and curling up together that night on the couch

Caught in a sudden rainstorm

Sleeping with the windows open

A warm plate of cookies

Jumping in puddles

Bunnies

Royalty au

Spring cleaning

“I didn’t mean it like that”

A yellow balloon

Cherry blossoms

Allergies

Spring cottage

A bike ride down the lane

“I really missed this”

🌸🌱✨☔️🌷

#imagine your ship #otp prompts #imagine your otp #otp #ship prompt #otp meme #spring #spring prompts #spring prompt #prompt list #monthly prompt list #spring aesthetic

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between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place · 2 years

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Do you see this pretty thing @otp-holic made??

❄️

It isn’t until he’s a single row away that he spots the dark figure, standing still as a statue in front of the Barnes’ family plot. Steve hesitates for a moment, wondering if he could just slink away into the shadows. But that’s an irrational, cowardly thought.

He doesn’t acknowledge his presence when Steve comes to stand next to him, which is how he knows Bucky noticed he was there long before Steve himself did.

Here are a few stones of varying size and age lined up next to each other. The ground in front of them is cleared of snow and last-season weeds. Between lit candles lie fresh cut flowers and roses with frozen petals and a miniature Christmas wreath lightly dusted in snow.

A small, brown teddy bear is propped up against the newest stone, like you might find by the grave of a young child.

(Because Rebecca Barnes lived well into her eighties, but Bucky only got to know her as a lively little girl with pigtails and constantly scraped knees and a knack for telling wild stories that rivaled even his.)

And Steve sometimes forgets this, because he’d only ever had his mother and Bucky—and then only Bucky—but Bucky had a large family, parents, sisters, aunts and uncles and cousins.

He reads the names and dates written on the stones and catches glimpses of a face, hands working a bread dough, the hem of a skirt, a scolding voice, a neatly pressed suit.

Bucky is the first one to break the silence.

“Merry Christmas.” His voice is hoarse; his eyes when Steve turns to look at him are red-rimmed and circled with shadows, but his face is dry.

Steve doesn’t answer, but he dares to take a step closer and lightly nudges his left shoulder against Bucky’s right, feeling the solid, warm shape of it through the fabric of their coats. Bucky doesn’t move away, maybe even leans ever so slightly into the touch.

“You out here celebratin’?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

From Spelling Out Desire—read it on AO3.

#stucky #stucky fic #spelling out desire #writing things #t is for talent #fix-it #endgame fix-it

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Who saw who first of timer and flower? Was Flower like "I'm gonna vlimb that tree" or was it curtis like "shes so precious and delicate, must protect her"

Cant tell you how much im looking forward to this otp 🙌🌟🙌

Curtis saw flower first, but we’re talking a matter of minutes. He was very much smitten, because she didn’t even notice him because she was so focused on sketching plans for the project they’re gonna be collaborating on he stood in the doorway for a good chunk of time just watching her, with her nose all scrunched up in concentration and her hand repeatedly flying up to push this one stubborn lock of hair out of her face while she chewed her lip and he thought she was adorable. Then she let out the is little squeak when he finally cleared his throat to announce his presence and the poor thing just sat there absolutely tongue tied while he tried to introduce himself because he took up literally the entire doorway and had to crouch down so he wasn’t cracking his head against the lintel. And she was very flustered and kinda clumsy when she was showing him around (she had hoped ninja was going to be there to act as a buffer but she had to go into emergency surgery for one of her patients) and after the third time he caught her when she almost fell from not watching where she was going and got a whiff of fresh baked bread and wildflowers (she always smells really good and homey) he started daydreaming about building her a house.

And oh my god, he is gonna be so protective of her and it’s gonna turn her into such a mess. She’s gonna be like Jake in that she is going to be constantly calling ninja before they sleep together, because holy shit does she want to climb that tree but she is very concerned that he’s expecting some sweet little demure submissive thing in the bedroom and knows that once the clothes come off she is going to go feral on his ass. Ninja’s advice is to of course, just fuck to e man already (our girl is nothing if not predictable)

I’m excited for them too, oh my god!!!

#natalie answers #anon answered #no love like your love au #timber and flower #timber and flower spoilers #curtis everett #asks are always open

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xviruserrorx · 2 years

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Title: "Turn Off The Lights, I'm In Love"

For Day one of @camelove and for @merlinbingo and day nine of @fluffbruary as well! 😃

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Prompt(s): "OTP", I5 "Breakfast", " Poppy"

Relationship: Mordred/Daegal, Mordred & Daegal (can be read however!)

Rating: Gen

Word count: 2,335

"Did you mean what you said last night?"

Mordred's expression softened, "I always mean every word I say to you."

"I know just…" Daegal opened and closed his mouth with an ache in his throat.

How can you love me?

Continue reading below over on Ao3

With the start of the day, the sky was overcast a milky blue with a tinge of grey on the edges. The air held a subtle crispness that lingered on the skin and on his breath. So much so, Daegal found himself catching his cloak as Merlin tossed it to him on his way out the door.

All of Camelot was still fast asleep aside from the few servants that roamed the halls with platters, clothes, and pots full of warm rocks. The sun had yet to come out of the clouds and illuminate to its full potential across the sky. Leaving the few chirps of the waking birds and falling leaves that scratched against the incoming breeze like a ripple of applause, the only prominent noise.

His footsteps echoed as they pounded down against the stone in rapid succession. He caught the only pair of open windows by the edge of his sight, briefly turning and leaving a glance before he continued running.

Once loud steps became dampened by the forest ground, every so often being caught in the splash of a puddle caused by the downpour of the night before. He jumped over small streams, pushed past bushes, ducked under vines and branches. He lined up his feet, one behind the other as he balanced along a fallen log over a shallow river.

His destination was met at the other side, in the calmness of a memory and ghost presence before being plucked from the earth. Gathered in a fond grip of a blood-red feathery silk touch. The traces of the forests followed back over stone grounds once again and into the castle.

The hustle slowly became more and more as others awoke. Missed platters and wine-filled decanters were ducked under as he finally reached the kitchens where the platter was. Topped with fruits, bread, meats, and cheeses; he placed his items in hand beside the assortment of food as he dodged and made his way out of the kitchen

Knocking was long forgotten as he pushed open the familiar door and saw the comforting sight. Windows from earlier laid open as Mordred peered out them from the ledge. His attention was caught on the open book in his lap, though it quickly switched to Daegal as he entered and set down the platter on the table.

Mordred smiled, "You really don't have to do this every morning." He stood up with his book in hand.

Daegal shrugged his shoulders, "I enjoy it." He popped a couple of grapes into his mouth and sat down at the table, "besides, it's my excuse to see you every morning."

His hair was ruffled as Mordred passed by, the book set down as he stared down what was beside the platter. "Poppies." He picked one up, bringing it up to smell it before he admired it once again.

"I'll put them in some water." Daegal got up and quickly replaced the flower's in a vase on Mordred's desk from the day before with the fresh red ones. Yellow daisies had occupied the previous day with one being snatched away and kept by Mordred. And the day before held its own unique pick of flowers, as did all the days before.

"Thank you." The platter was pushed more towards Daegal as he sat back down.

He plucked another grape off the vine and into his mouth as he tilted his head at Mordred's book laying on the table. "New book?" He questioned. He grabbed it and quickly realized it was indeed new from the few pages marked that were read.

Mordred nodded, "You would like it, I'll read some of it to you tonight?" His words ended with a raised eyebrow giving Daegal his own choice to make.

He flipped through a couple of the pages seeing only blocks of text that just looking at them lost his interest. He shook his head and passed the book back with a scrunched up nose.

"Bring your normal book then," Mordred chuckled, "we'll read that."

And as Mordred said, he kept to his word. Daegal returned as normal back to Mordred's chambers that evening with the book in hand. A collection of short fables that Geoffrey had given him one of the times when he helped every so often in the library.

Dinner was had there as he didn't stay with Merlin for the meal before he became engrossed in the book in wait. Tucked into Mordred's side in his bed as he was told of splendours unheard of. Story after story, many told from previous nights before, were revisited in fragments. His excitement started high before turning in contentment, somewhere which he felt safe and allowed his eyes to droop close as Mordred's words blurred into something soothing that lulled him to sleep.

A few more seconds of bliss passed before the short story came to its moral ending. Mordred ended it in a soft The End muttered as he saw Daegal's sleeping state. His arm now stuck with his refusal to move Daegal, the few flickering candles were put out with a quick spell of magic. The book was softly closed and put aside, while he pulled the covers up and over both of them as he situated himself as carefully as possible.

He let a few seconds linger with his hand busy moving Daegal's hair from his face before he softly pressed his lips to his forehead.

"I love you," he said. There was a soft whine in response that he lightly chuckled and took as his answer.

Daegal shifted, his head tucked under Mordred's chin and arms scrunched up with hands balled in Mordred's nightshirt. Safety allowed as arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer for deep slumber.

They both woke as normal; Mordred up far too early for Daegal's liking as the knight quietly had escaped to the window sill edge with a book in hand once again. Daegal was behind a few hours as he was greeted with a soft good morning before heading to the physicians' chambers to let Merlin know he was okay.

Though all through getting changed into clean clothes and forced to stay to eat breakfast, he found himself thinking of Mordred's words the night before. Words that he found sounded foreign in Mordred's and Merlin's mouths when spoken to him despite all meaning and intention present.

"Merlin?"

"Hm?" The older man hummed through a mouthful of food.

He pushed his food back and forth around his bowl as he pressed his lips tight together.

Merlin stopped as he swallowed and focused all his attention on him. "What's wrong, Daegal?"

Daegal let the spoon rest in his bowl and his figure slouched as he took a deep breath. "Why do you say you love me?"

Eyebrows furrowed as sympathy laid in Merlin's expression. "Because I do."

"But why do you say it?"

Merlin cleared his throat as he reached across the small table and covered one of Daegal's hands with his, "I want you to know I do, Daegal. Sometimes people worry when you don't know these things."

He almost hated the sombre look Merlin was giving him, the one he often got when he asked certain questions. Things he felt he should know or understand but didn't.

"Just me saying it isn't the only way for you to know though," he continued. "Everything, all the little things like this," he gestured to their breakfast and his hand over his, "are also ways to show that you care and love others."

A small smile slowly climbed on his face as he nodded.

Merlin returned the smile, "Why do you ask?"

How can you love me? He wanted to ask. How can Mordred? He shook his head as he returned to his breakfast with a concealing smile, "no reason."

He lied through his teeth with a heavy heart. A content okay returned from Merlin made him swallow hard through a forced smile.

He abandoned the rest of his breakfast after a few bites so Merlin wouldn't bother him about eating. The sun told him to hurry as he found what he needed all in time as he made his way back to Mordred's chambers.

Once blood-red flowers were replaced in a quick manner before Mordred had to rush out of his chambers clad in chainmail and armour. Blue Cornflowers sprouted from Daegal's hands as he held them out, catching Mordred momentarily off guard. One was plucked from his hands with a quick thank you and a bashful smile before a billowing red was the last thing he saw.

Mordred's words replayed in his head and intermingled with Merlin's as well as his own thoughts. What they meant tangled with what he thought they meant, nothing exactly clear in the end.

His prior sleepiness of the night before led him to believe it was just the beginning of a dream but a part of him knew that wasn't true. He tried to keep his head down throughout the day, contemplating things he tried hard to understand and find a meaning to. Yet his coyness to act okay but hidden at the same time soon came to its fault.

"What's wrong?"

His head snapped to where Mordred was changing out of his armour from training behind the screen. The rustling came to a stop as Daegal sat up from where he was laying on the ground by the fireplace.

"What?"

"What's wrong?" Mordred walked out. "You've been quiet all day, you're never this quiet. Well… at least with me." He closed the distance and slipped his palm over his forehead, "You don't feel warm or look ill for that matter."

Daegal shook his head, "none of that."

A grimace appeared on Mordred's face as he kneeled to the floor, "what's wrong then?"

He shrugged, "just…" he couldn't put together the right thoughts and words to say how he was feeling. He fidgeted his fingers before looking Mordred straight on, "Did you mean what you said last night?"

There was a momentary blank before what Daegal was talking about resurfaced. Mordred's expression softened, "I always mean every word I say to you." He spoke in surety.

"I know just…" Daegal opened and closed his mouth with an ache in his throat.

"People do love and care about you, Daegal," Mordred said. "Me included. And just because I say things doesn't mean you ever have to say them back, okay?"

To say words in their full nakedness and honesty, with nowhere to hide, scared him. But not knowing another's honesty scared him even more. He knew every word Mordred spoke, he knew the compassion that laced his voice, that lingered in echoes even long gone to be unheard of. Yet to fathom genuineness of actions and words for only himself, he didn't want to.

He nodded his head, "Okay…"

The night came quickly as he found himself sitting in front of the same fire from hours before. Though the night brought its chill, making the stone floor colder than before as he opted for the chair rather than the floor. The crackling filled the air along with the soft brush of pages from Mordred's book.

Every few minutes, despite his lulling eyelids, they would flutter back open with every flick of a new set of pages. He tried the comfort in the lone fire but couldn't without hearing of Mordred's presence. Even when the pages closed and the rustle of the bedclothes followed, bare feet met the cold floors in a sultry longing that made Daegal smile at the uncommon habit.

A soft bout of silence lingered between a small thump of the book returning to its rightful place and the warm arms that wrapped around him.

"You should get to bed, it's late." Soft words were muttered as he tried to regain some semblance of consciousness. The billowy light sleeves from Mordred's tunic tickled his bare skin, almost mocking his night tone of voice.

"I can always stay here?" He muttered, lifting his head as Mordred's arms left with more pattering of his feet. He heard the sheets flourish and hit the air, a small quick breath before they landed softly in silence.

"I don't want you in the antechambers," came Mordred's voice, "it's far too cold in there."

He stretched over the chair before turning to face Mordred.

The top blanket was thrown back as Mordred patted the right side of the bed, "Come on."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, Like we haven't slept together before," He teased. The previous night and many nights before all evidence of his words.

He got up as Mordred went to his wardrobe, grabbed a nightshirt and quickly disappeared behind the changing screen. Shoes were discarded on Daegal's part along with the layers he wore over his tunic.

Mordred appeared again, extinguishing the rest of the candles aside from the one by the bedside. All while Daegal sat at the edge of the bed, his mind wandering once again before his restless notions made themselves known.

"Mordred?"

He quickly got his attention as Mordred continued to move around.

Words formed to come out but stopped in his throat. "I…"

As if he read his mind, Mordred gave him a fond smile before walking to his knight attire that was still hanging from the changing screen. He reached into the inside of his gambeson and pulled out the blue cornflower from that morning, "I know." He twisted it between his fingers as he walked closer. Laying the flower on his bedside table along with the previous days.

The sheets were pulled back as he slipped under them and held open the other side for Daegal to climb under.

He held no hesitation, allowing the blankets to cover him and his own selfish conceit in Mordred's warm embrace. His actions spoke for him even if he struggled with his words.

He received a drowsy smile as the last words were spoken between them both.

"I love you too."

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thecrazyalaskan · 4 years

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send me a character and i’ll tell you: (Din Djarin, Manolo Sanchez, and any of the cast of Class of the Titans)

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian — The Mandalorian what they smell like : Oooh boy, it depends. If he’s been on a long assignment or it’s been a long time between ports, he takes on the smell of his environment, or at the very least kinda grunge. On the best of days though? Not like much of anything if you’re just standing next to him, but underneath the armor, very clean.

what their favorite smells in the world are : seasoned meat being cooked on a grill, baking bread

what pajamas they wear / what they wear to sleep in : Mostly in his armor, admittedly. It’s uncomfortable as hell, but he’s next to never alone to change into anything else. If one were to be privileged enough to see him without his armor and bedtime rolled around, he wears long, loose tunics and drawstring type trousers.

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them : don’t have one yet!

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them : Cara! | So many well meaning but ultimately naive people have looked at him, then looked at her, then looked at The Child, and assumed they were a “traditional” family unit. This amuses Cara to no known end and she gives Din sooooooo much crap about it.

a song that reminds me of them : don’t have one of those either haha

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal : golden lion tamarin

what position they sleep in : Behold, the master of “falling asleep in weird ass place and positions.” Seriously, he can Tetris himself into the weirdest, most uncomfortable looking positions and sleep like a rock.

their favorite drink : tea. This poor man needs to be left alone with a pot of chamomile tea lmao

a gift i would give them if i could : a badass poncho that has a built in Baby Bjorn in the back

Manolo Sanchez — The Book of Lifewhat they smell like : sunbaked earth and hair product

what their favorite smells in the world are : fresh cut flowers and fruit pies

what pajamas they wear / what they wear to sleep in : undershirt and shorts

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them : Surprise, I’m still a Certified Tres Leches shipper

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them : got nothing there haha

a song that reminds me of them : I got nothing sorry xD

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal : a cow

what position they sleep in : Starfish as fuck my dude xD He just naturally sprawls all over the bed and it’s a hot mess

their favorite drink : strawberry aguas fresca

a gift i would give them if i could : a nice little wood box to store guitar picks

Archie Vincent — Class of the Titans what they smell like : Very clean—like Old Spice or Irish Springs

what their favorite smells in the world are : fresh cut grass, clean laundry

what pajamas they wear / what they wear to sleep in : a T-shirt and shorts, no ankle brace

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them : Archie x Theresa, and it’s been the hill I’ll die on my OTP since episode one | Y'know that Tumblr post about how if you cut a boy from the pack, you can get him in a flower crown in less than ten minutes? That’s Archie and Theresa.

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them : I guess it would be cheating to say “everyone else,” so I have to give my love to Archie and abracagender / girl Herry. | She was probably the first girl he felt comfortable having an extended conversation with.

a song that reminds me of them : Go the Distance - Hercules soundtrack

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal : coyote

what position they sleep in : on his side or his stomach, and he’s a Cuddler™

their favorite drink : Mexican Coke

a gift i would give them if i could : soft hoodie

#answered ask #sounddrive #din djarin #the mandalorian #manolo sanchez #tbol #archie vincent #cott #soft headcanons meme

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thank-god-and-you · 4 years

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @terisrog--thank you! :)

Nickname: Dan, Dano by my dad.

Zodiac: Libra. It does fit pretty well.

Height: Five foot six. Shorter than my younger sister, which I HATE. xD

Languages: I’m uncultured, so only English. Though I downloaded DuoLingo and was quite surprised with how much Spanish I remember from school.

Nationality: Half-English, half-Irish.

Favourite season: Spring for the new life and Autumn for the pretty colours. Also the weather is far more bearable in those two seasons.

Favourite flower: Roses.

Favourite scent: Fresh laundry, freshly baked bread, anything orangey.

Favourite colour: Green.

Favourite animal: Cats

Favourite fictional character: I can’t choose just one. Basically all of my OTP babies, then snarky old women.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Hot chocolate. I’d live on chocolate if I could. Which I nearly do, to be fair.

Average sleep: Depends. I I have work I like to get seven to eight hours. If not it can be anything between four and nine. I never used to sleep as much as I do these days. Old age.

Dog or cat: My favourite animal is a cat so it’s...a dog. No, not really. Cats all the way. But I do like doggies. Cats are jst too amazing.

Blankets: Two on top of my duvet. I really want to get a weighted one.

Dream trip: I’m not a traveller. I like being with my cats too much.

Blog established: 2010, Christ.

Followers: More than I ever thought I’d get, LOL.

Random fact: I started a Nuzlocke yesterday.

#personal

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sigh-the-kraken · 5 years

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Tagged by: The Majesty that is @airanddarkness

tagging: @captaindibbzy (for Hadrien to complete the OTP), @shark-03 (Slagar; if you tag me back, I’ll do Gerald)

Bold what Applies, Italicize if it’s occasional

CHAMPAGNE:

APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles [[NOT YET BUT SOON]], in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully out a window at the night sky from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by adventure danger.

APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a gecko dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building communities houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES: devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips [[because her town was destroyed]], folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations [[Going to get herself in trouble]], goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft skin of a gecko fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, chiming velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

NIERA:

APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker [[Seriously, she will rip it out if you insult her honor]], wants to be adored [[by Hadrien]], gets turned on by danger.

ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise many cats a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, very cold warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of tea wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HERMES: devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your tea french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on tea coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch

#The easiest way to sum it up is Niera will snap you in half if she gets it in her head #Champagne is going to smile at you and try to make friends

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tasuke101 · 7 years

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This is the “32 Things About Myself” game Tagged by: @shiningscarletmoon. Thanks :) 1) Name: Dean  2) Nickname(s): People tend to drag my name like "Deannnnn" which I find it annoying.  3) Zodiac sign: Pisces  4) Height: 167cm  5) Ethnicity: Chinese  6) Birthplace: Singapore  7) Sexual orientation: Straight. I love boobs  8) Favourite fruit(s): Red apples. My late grandmother used to cut apples often.  9) Favourite season(s): I always wished to experience Winter.  10) Favourite song(s): My favorite always changes. I listen to anime, kpop, English, pop, game OSTs. For now it's Great Days (The 3rd opening for the Jojo's Bizarre adventure part 4) 11) Favourite flower(s): I don't know much about flowers. I heard there's a flower called "White honesty." Kinda cool. 12) Favourite book(s): I mostly read comics and manga but no favorites. I don't read much nowadays. 13) Favourite animal(s): This is difficult Cus animals are amazing in different ways, I like too many.  14) Favourite beverage(s): Sprite (especially from Thailand), fresh milk.  15) Favourite fictional character(s): Hinata Hyuga (Naruto), Josuke Higashikata (Jba), Kibo Tasuke (my own OC)  16) Dream trip: Japan, Korea, New Zealand, Australia, or anywhere actually. I never went overseas before.  17) Killed people: I killed noobs in Overwatch and thousands playing Dynasty Warriors :P  18) Siblings: 2 younger brothers. I'm the eldest bro but I don't have any authority lol  19) Horror films: Hell no. I remember them visually in my sleep and get nightmares.  20) Reason to smile: Just went to Doujin Market yesterday and going out with my best friend this weekend :)  21) Questions you are always asked: Always about Naruto, Boruto, ships, hardly personal questions. Guess they find me knowledgeable. 22) Favourite food(s): Anything able to eat with hands. French fries, pizza, fried chicken, sushi, burgers, wedges, toast bread.  23) A gift you currently want to receive: An overseas ticket, lots of cash, or a kiss from a pretty girl.  24) OTP: Naruhina  25) One thing that changed about you: Maturity.  26) Your first ship: Naruhina  27) NOTP: I respect all ships.  28) Fear that you want to conquer: Fear of failure and rejection.  29) Favourite fanfiction(s): Look up "Petran". He writes really fluffy and nsfw fanfics.  30) Favourite sport(s): I don't do sports but maybe dancing, prefer Kpop and Hiphop.  31) Birth of your blog: Can't remember exactly but it was 2014.  32) Followers: 600 something.

#ask Tasuke #tag game

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spindlethief · 7 years

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otp fluff prompts - Imagine your otp cooking breakfast

Thank you so much @flowerbabytrevelyan for another adorable prompt. I really appreciate you taking the time to encourage me to continue to write, draw and be creative. You’re truly the sweetest person on this site. Here’s a quick little fluff drabble about Ferryn and Keldorn pre-relationship (my and my bf’s D&D characters that are an absurdly cute little married couple)

Keldorn lost count of the new supplies for the third time that morning- and paused a moment to lament the fact that he could only blame himself. If he hadn’t stayed up so late the night before hoping to meet the caravan when it arrived he’d be rested enough to be done this work. Instead he’d tried to stay awake, exhausting him for the day, and worst of all he hadn’t even managed to stay up long enough to greet them. He’d fallen asleep in his chair and missed the whole thing, only to have to drag himself out of his slumber a few short hours later for his morning chores. It was his day to make breakfast, which also meant counting and sorting all the supplies that had been brought in while he slept.

“Four sacks of flour, three baskets of apples with twenty pieces each, two dozen eggs-” he glanced out through the small stone window into the quiet courtyard. “Supposedly three chickens as well but one of them is sneaky.” He mused, trying to remember to write everything down in his sleepless stupor.

It had been a smaller caravan, two priests and three paladin’s with one cart between them. It had been five years since this particular group had passed through the capital and made to rest at the church, the start and end of their circuit. He’d just been a boy when last they’d come through- not yet old enough to join in the pilgrimage. But he was stronger now, just turned seventeen, and ready to prove his worth on the road. All the other brothers said he was an exceptional priest, perhaps if he asked he’d be allowed to join them. He was ready, and had helplessly held onto hope these last five years that he might be assigned to this particular party. Even if it was only because of who rode with them. The other brother’s teasing had done nothing to dissuade him. Ever since he first saw her he’d thought of little else than riding at her side, traveling across the country bringing peace to those who were grieving. He’d seen the way she’d spoken so gently with a desperate widow, how she’d calmed a frantic young man mourning the sudden loss of his father, how she’d stepped as silent as a ghost through their foggy graveyard and laid flowers at the headstone of every bare plot so no soul would be left lonely.

He cursed as he lost count again, and started over from the eggs. This time more careful to keep his notes and not let his mind wander. Breakfast would be lunch at this pace, he needed to focus on the task and hand and stop getting so distracted. So he didn’t look up when he heard the door open behind him and instead focused even more intently on his task. Determined to at least look like he hadn’t spent half the morning daydreaming. Quiet footsteps began to approach him and he kept his nose pointed firmly at his half finished notes. “Breakfast isn’t ready yet, you’ll have to wait a bit-“Keldorn?”

Before he turned fully around his heart was in his throat. She stood there, silhouetted in the doorway with one hand on the frame and the other cradling a basket. Copper tresses of her hair, meticulously braided in little strands that swept back with the rest, carefully brushed to cover her pointed ears. It was summer, the deep tan of her skin had darkened to a stunning russet brown, a warm shade unlike anything he’d ever seen. Except, of course, on her. Five years ago when last she’d passed through. He remembered everything about her, every time detail, but had never imagined she’d remember him.

“Ferryn.” Her name belonged on his lips. “It’s… it’s so good to see you.”

All at once she swept towards him across the kitchen, setting down her basket to free her arms to embrace him. Keldorn felt the rush of his breath leaving him. His arms wound tightly around around her, doing his best to keep them steady as he found himself awash in the faint smell of cloves in her hair. Without thinking he rested his head in the curve of her neck, the realisation and his blush hit as she pulled away. Resting her hands on his shoulders and beaming, her smile was like sunlight.

“Look at you, you’ve gone and become a man while I wasn’t watching.” She laughed a little, still smiling warmly. “It’s clearly been far too long since I was last here.”

Five years and four months, give or take a few days. Though he knew better than to say that.

“It has been some time, hasn’t it?” A grin tugged at his mouth, an infectious crooked smile. “I- um… as much as I’d love to catch up, if I don’t have breakfast started soon it’ll-”

“I’ll help.” She chimed back without a moment of hesitation. Before he could think to protest she’d stepped away to wash the dust off her hands in a basin by the window. Silver droplets shone like diamonds on her fingers. He watched, entranced, as she reached up behind her head and twisted her thick coped hair into a haphazard bun. Winding it with a tie she’d had on her wrist. Pulling it back off her face and her slender pointed ears. A stark and sudden reminder of how unlikely it was that she’d ever see him as more than a child.

That is, of course, unless the other brothers were correct. If what they said was true they were all dogs to her. Short lived companions it was best not to get attached to. Ferryn was already over a hundred years old, she’d live almost a century. Keldorn would be lucky if he made it to eighty, though knowing that had done very little to disused his interest. And it broke his heart just a little to watch her carefully tug two strands of hair from her bun to sweep them over the tips of her ears. He wondered how much of her hundred years of life had been filled with cruelty, having lived all of it in a human clergy. “Let’s get started then, I’ll see to the bread.” She turned to him and smiled, the faintest rise of pink in her cheeks. “Oh, and don’t tell the others but-” she gestured to her forgotten basket on the counter, “-I heard you were working in here so I brought you some of those sweet rolls from the gnomish baker. I remember you liked them so much, though, I suppose in so many years that may have changed.”

Keldorn caught himself before he laughed, unable to contain his grin. “Some things are eternal, unfortunately my love for gnomish bakeries is one of those things.” His heart swelled as she stifled a small giggle, covering her mouth for a moment before turning back to him. Her gaze shifting ever so slightly, like she was looking at him for the first time. “It really is so good to see you again, Keldorn.” She said gently, the pink across her nose deepening. “Well um- right, the bread.” She was still beaming as she stepped around him, crossed the kitchen and set to work.

For just a moment he watched her, his heart alight with fresh hope, before returning to his task of counting supplies. Now the list came as easy as breathing, and in a short time he was at her side.

#my writing #prompts #I'm bad at fluff omg #I may write an angst version of this some day #Ferryn/Keldorn #D&D character #D&D writing

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