#turu time

[im-kino853]

my exam ended

im so hpapy. fokc my assignments tho

throwback to the emo tk;nk gang but it only sk for now.,,

#town of salem #tos #tos sk #emo sk fit starter pack :skull #“oh yeha i like singing” (screams in rock song) #tbh he dotn look taht emo #dressing up characters 🔥 #he eepy #turu time #my art

[malkuvoitenoldoran]

Another thing in my Turu in Angband au. I wanted to write Glorfindel meeting him again because reasons. This takes place in the version where the Feanorians are the ones who get Turu out of the cell.

-

Glorfindel followed Elrond down the hallway, listening to him talk about the ones who were visiting them this time. The excitement in his voice had Glorfindel smiling and his own excitement growing at the thought of meeting these ones whom Elrond held in such high regard. It did not escape his notice the looks that Erestor, and Lindir, and the Housekeeper all were shooting him though. They all seemed worried about him meeting the two in question.

For a moment Glorfindel wondered why, if perhaps these guests held something against Vanyar. Then again it could be someone with a grudge against his King, he had fervently defended Turgon a few times in the past against those who had things to say about his decisions. The last one had decided to go to Thranduil's halls if he remembered correctly, the thought almost causing him to smile as he remembered how the one in question promised to never again speak ill of Turgon. None of that answered why the two were shooting him worried looks and when he rounded the corner, almost walking into Elrond who had stopped nervously once he had rounded it himself, Glorfindel understood.

Even with their back to him Glrofindel recognized one of the two figures that Elrond was looking anxiously at now. With tears in his eyes the Vanya circled around Elrond and walked closer to the person. His hand rose to press over his heart as he stopped two steps away, just out of arms reach for the moment and smiled.

"My friend."

Turgon spun, seemed slightly off balance but Glorfindel ignored that as he stepped closer and touched his shoulder, hand fisting in the cloth.

"Laurefindel?"

"Turucano." Glorfindel couldn't wait any longer and hugged him.

Turgon stiffened but quickly returned the hug, clinging just as much as Glorfindel himself was.

"I missed you, and am glad you are here."

"Laure-"

"Later. We were worried you simply hadn't gone to the Halls, but you are here and I am so so happy that you are."

Turgon nodded and curled a bit, somehow shrinking himself so that Glorfindel could hug him better and Glorfindel took the opportunity gladly. There would be time soon enough for him to discover what his friend had experienced while he was in the Halls and time enough for him to tell of Idril and the rest and how they had missed him. For now it was enough to simply hold his friend and feel that he was alive and maybe not well but safe for now and sound.

#my writing #turu in angband au #i think that is the right tag #just watch it isn't #turu in angband #something #idk #glorfindel #hidden strength || turucano #star dome || elrond #some day it will stop eating my tags #but clearly not today #and probably not any time soon #because of how seldom i use some of them

[moonydustx]

how they would react to F!Reader saying she's pregnant but with Shanks, Rayleigh and Law?

Oi oi! Turu bem? Vou deixar até o comecinho da resposta em português porque sim hahahahah primeiro, obrigada pelo pedido e segundo, eu acho que me empolguei escrevendo de novo, sou inimiga do resumo. O do Ray acho que pode ter ficado um pouco confuso porque tentei usar as duas eras (como pode ele ser tãão saborosíssimo toda vez que aparece, af). Mas é isso, obrigadão e espero que goste <3

And here’s the translation of the day: Hey Hey! How are you? I'll even leave the beginning of the answer in portuguese because yes hahahahah (for those who don't understand PT-BR, I discovered that the requester is brazilian like me) firstly, thank you for the request and secondly, I think I got carried away writing again. I think Ray's might have been a little confusing because I tried to use both eras (how can he be so delicious every time he appears, haha). But that's it, thank you and I hope you like it <3

Oh, and hello @badlandsx! I'm tagging you here because I saw your request about Law, but don't worry, I'll soon write the other part that you also requested. Thank you <3

requests open | one piece masterlist (other pregnancy stories are here)

Warnings are place individually in each story.

Rayleigh

Warnings: mentions of new and old Ray, like I said I love them both. Buggy and Shanks kids are one of my favorite things about Roger's era, so we have them here. Mention to F!Reader being an herbalist. Brief not-so-canonical mention of Sabaody's arc.

Acid temperament, answers on the tip of the tongue, a captivating smile. Rayleigh didn't have much of an option but to fall in love at first sight when you two bumped into each other in a random bar on a random island. It didn't matter anymore when he managed to convince you to be part of the crew. Your knowledge of herbs and medicines was just an excuse he used to get the captain to accept - and Roger knew Silvers Rayleigh enough to know it was just a pretext for you to get on board.

It didn't take long for the glances exchanged and toasts proposed to turn into hidden moments at Oro Jackson, kisses stolen when others weren't looking, that turned into a golden ring around your finger. Now, such moments had turned into a new life being generated in you.

"You should stay less agitated for now, please." Crocus asked. You had come up with a lame excuse for him to stay on the ship with you while the others had disembarked. "By my reckoning, these are still the first few months, it's the most sensitive period. Any more aggressive activity can bring risks."

"You will die?" Buggy's squeaky voice caught the two of you's attention. When you found the spot where the boy was hiding, you saw Shanks cover his companion's mouth.

"Nothing like that, come here." you leaned on the counter, calling out to the two who soon stopped in front of you. "How much of our conversation did you hear?"

"That you don't really know what to do, and that you need to be less agitated and that you're sensitive." Shanks took the lead, listing, Buggy came further behind, eyes attentive to your every movement.

The two boys already saw you almost as a motherly figure, always trying to hide and lean on you whenever they got into trouble, of course they would be scared to hear such loose information.

"I'll trust you two, but I want you both to keep your mouth shut." you bent down to his level. "I'm pregnant, but it's too early for anyone to know, okay?"

"Pregnant?" they both screamed and you covered their mouths. Further behind you, Crocus was deliberately laughing at the two boys' reactions. "Does that mean it's the baby that's hurting you?" Buggy completed.

"No one was hurt." the doctor took the lead, explaining to both of them. "A pregnant woman requires more care and is also more sensitive. Well, you knowing this can be of great help."

"What do you mean by that?" Just like you, the boys seemed to have doubt written all over their faces.

"Someone here loves to get into trouble, until Rayleigh finds out and can keep an eye on you, you two are responsible for it. No fights, no crazy adventures, no almost anything." the man laughed when he saw your indignant expression.

"I promise to keep her and the baby safe." Shanks puffed out his chest, taking pride in what he had said.

"What? I promise more than him." Buggy grumbled.

"As long as you both promise to keep quiet, that's fine with me."

When the two youngest saluted, you knew you were screwed.

It was difficult to disguise such a situation when in the following days the two of them became your shadow. The only time you could see yourself alone was going to the bathroom. If you went to your little corner to work, one of the two would be sitting next to you, following everything you explained to them - since they were there, they would learn something. In day-to-day tasks, one of them always set out to do his part. Rayleigh was already finding their little movement strange, but he knew how attached you were to both of them, so it wasn't something that bothered him.

"I'm going to take advantage of the fact that it's our last day here and I'm going to go down to the village, I need to get some materials." you announced. "Does anyone need anything?"

"Everything's fine here." Gaban warned and one by one, the other companions agreed.

"Wait!" a panting Buggy ran across the boat. "I'll go with you."

"Get out you fool, I'll go." Shanks shouted from the other side.

"Come on, the three of you, what do you think?" you suggested, before his little fight escalated.

"You two don't think you're stealing much of my wife's attention, do you?" Rayleigh proposed, seeing the two swallow hard and deny it. "Alright, enjoy the little walk."

It was supposed to be a quick visit to the island, if the boys didn't decide to start trouble with one of the sellers, you got in the middle and now you were lying on your ass on the floor - in the pushing and shoving, there ended up being a push for you while arguing with the seller . Before you could calm the boys down, you saw them running towards the ship, shit.

Rayleigh's attention was stolen when he saw the two crew members rushing into the Oro Jackson. Buggy burst into tears and insults directed at his friend, while Shanks seemed to be looking for someone specific. You, however, were not with them. It didn't take much to connect the facts.

"Where is she?" He approached the kids, completely ignoring them. "What happened?"

"A tragedy." Buggy, dramatically, started crying even more.

"You idiot! We can't tell them anything." Shanks poked Buggy, who immediately retaliated with a push.

"Crocus said we should keep an eye on her and now she's fallen and is going to die!"

"She fell?" Rayleigh was already impatient with their drama, unable to find any connection in their grumbling. "Explain this properly."

"It was just a fall, nothing big." the redhead tried to alleviate the situation.

"Boys, it was just a fall, she's definitely gotten herself into bigger trouble." Roger laughed, watching the two boys pushing each other.

"I don't want to know. Where's Crocus?" Buggy grumbled, ignoring the captain's own laughter and his friend's false calm temperament.

"What kind of fall was that for you two to be so worried about?" Rayleigh held out his hands, pushing the two boys apart by their foreheads.

"This idiot went looking for a fight." Shanks tried to reach the clown, stopped by the first mate's hand.

"And this idiot who doesn't know how to keep his tongue in his mouth." Buggy fought back, only hitting the air.

"First she said we were supposed to be quiet."

"You knock down a pregnant woman and I'm the one who has to stay quiet!" The words that came out of Buggy were able to provoke silence among the other pirates. "Shit!"

"She's going to kill us man."

"Where is she?" Crocus appeared, stopping in front of the boys and an astonished Rayleigh. "How did she fall? What's all that crying, Buggy?"

"Is she the pregnant woman?" Rayleigh asked in a much calmer tone than usual.

The hands were now no longer used to separate the boys, they just hung beside his body. Seeing the two kids swallow hard and look at each other, Rayleigh no longer needed any more answers.

"Rayleigh, Crocus go to her, now." Even with Roger's orders, Rayleigh was already heading in the direction of leaving the boat, not worrying about who would follow him.

Upon entering the village, it didn't take many steps for them to find you - only then did Rayleigh notice the doctor's presence. What was strange was finding you still lying on the floor, your elbows propped up to keep your face up while you were still arguing with the man in front of you. You didn't look hurt, you just looked mad at the man.

"It was just some herbs!" you shouted, excited.

"You idiot! If it was just some herbs, you should pay." the man shouted back.

Before you could respond, a body appeared in front of you and you didn't need much to recognize that it was your husband.

"What is happening?" his patient voice asked, looking at you over his shoulder. "I see that you seem to have problems with my wife."

"You see, she allowed two boys to steal herbs from my store."

"That is true?" he turned to you, finding a wry smile. Your permissiveness with the boys would still kill him. "How much does she owe you?"

The man spoke and almost as if predicting the problem, Crocus threw some coins to Rayleigh, who handed them to the man. A few seconds later, they were both around you.

"Did you get hurt?" the doctor asked, seeing your eyes dart from his to your husband's. "Buggy accidentally told him that little secret."

"Shit." your grumble was low, in a way you avoided looking at Rayleigh. "Maybe I spent my money buying some sweets for the three of us, but I needed those herbs too." you list, feeling your face burn with guilt and shame.

"Do you feel any pain?" Rayleigh asked, his voice almost forcing you to face him. Without finding words, you just denied it. "Great. Let's go back to the ship."

Crocus supported you by the waist and as soon as you stood up, you bitterly regretted having denied the question your husband had asked. The excruciating pain that shot up from your foot made you scream and fall forward, being held by Rayleigh.

"I was wrong, so wrong, what the hell." you grumbled, taking your aching foot off the ground. "It fucking hurts, it really hurts, Ray, do something." your teary eyes searched for his, who looked attentively in your direction.

"First I need you to calm down, sweetheart." he asked, wrapping his arm around you and providing even more support. "Crocus, what do we have?"

"Let me see." he bent down again, finding a swollen ankle. "It could just be a sprain or it could be broken, let's go back and that way I can see calmly."

"Go ahead, I'll take her."

The doctor took a few steps away and the two of you remained there for a few seconds, until Rayleigh took you in his arms and took you back to the ship. You knew he wanted to tell you something, but you also knew that that wasn't the appropriate place.

Before you could receive the necessary medical attention, you needed to calm both boys down. Maybe the explanation you and Crocus gave the two of them earlier had been too much for them to think that a little fight would bring you down. Rayleigh ushered them both out and closed the door behind him.

"When were you thinking of telling me?" he asked, still distant.

"To be honest, I still don't know." a light laugh escaped your lips. "They both found out by accident, hearing me talk to Crocus."

"I still can't believe those little idiots found out before me." his expression softened as he approached you.

"Are you mad at me?" His hands circled your waist, pulling you to the middle of the bed.

He gently created space for himself between your legs, taking care to place your bandaged ankle to the side. The fierce kisses this time were replaced by some caresses along your lap, some quick kisses on your lips.

"Furious?" His smile floated to your forehead, turning into a small kiss. "I just found out that the woman I love most is about to bear me a child. How can I be furious with such good news?"

His mouth once again met yours and despite the softness in which your tongues tangled, the gentle touch of his hand sliding down your side - curious fingers floating over the fabric on your belly - before your dress found a different path than your body, a small external noise caught the attention of both of you.

"Sure." Rayleigh pulled away just enough, allowing you to still feel his breath against yours. "You know it's Roger who's waiting, don't you?"

"Yeah." you laughed, seeing him groan as he let go of you.

"And that he's about to come out screaming with joy" he asked again and you nodded, trying to adjust yourself in bed and hide any evidence of what was about to happen.

Rayleigh barely opened the wooden door and Roger followed by other companions entered, a smile from ear to ear.

"A child!" He pulled you from the bed, hugging you tightly. "Another crewmate for us! This is incredible, get ready today we're going to drink, we're going to celebrate."

"Oi! She can't drink." Rayleigh pointed out and saw Roger let go of you a little and then hug you tightly again.

"Then let's eat, eat a lot. I'm going to order an incredible feast!"

If before your concern was to escape the needy and attentive claws of Buggy and Shanks, now the two boys seemed to have found company. Your other companions - being practically led by Rayleigh made you feel adorable all the time. Even with your hormones screaming at the top of your skin, even with all the strange desires and the constant need to be attached to your husband, everyone seemed to be ready and happy to see you pregnant. Rayleigh felt proud and a little overprotective of you, no wonder, since you had already returned to the boat covered in blood that didn't belong to you just because someone had tried to rob you or when you almost convinced Roger to loot a village because you wanted cakes from a bakery that was closed when you docked. You still preferred to stick to your herbs, but that didn't mean you were harmless.

Little Arthur came into the world calmly and quickly, as if everything was meticulously planned for him to arrive on that peaceful afternoon. Even though you were still uncomfortable and tired after giving birth, you couldn't contain your laughter when you saw the two youngest members of the crew fighting over who would pick up the little one first. Knowing the affection and care attached to you, you proudly allowed the two of you to carry the title of little Arth's uncles - provoking yet another argument over who was the favorite.

The bonds between you and Rayleigh became even tighter after the birth of Arth and, shortly after, little Dalia. A few years after the gang broke up and Roger was executed and on that day, you and your husband stepped back from the role of parents and allowed yourselves to cry on each other's shoulders. The tears of pain at the loss of Roger soon turned to missing your eldest son, a fruit doesn't fall far from the tree and of course, Arth never let you two tell him everything you knew, he would find a crew so that together they could find the One Piece.

The door to your house opened and you saw a familiar face enter. A mother knows very well what each child's traits could bring and when you saw an almost identical copy of Rayleigh rush through the door, you knew it was your boy back. He had finally found a crew - one that carried a straw hat familiar to the one you knew.

"What?" the voice of his companions shouted in unison as Rayleigh properly introduced the two of you.

"You mean you know everything?" Usopp turned to Arth, who just shook his head. "Oh, that's a lot of information at once."

"We never told him anything." you explained, holding your third child in your arms, a girl who had just turned four years old.

"You said your parents were pirates, but you never specified which ones." Luffy pointed out, his mouth full of food.

"My parents already had their time, now they have other priorities." Arth took little Lure from you, the girl's laugh echoed throughout the room. "Just like this little one here."

"You only have these two children?" Nami asked, interested in the difference between you and Rayleigh to the white-haired child.

"In fact, only Dalia and Arth were born to me. Ray saved our little Lure from being sold to those damn nobles. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to save her family, but we took it upon ourselves to take care of her."

"And Dalia is also a pirate?"

"Not for now, but she's on an island with some of our friends, training." you simply informed, seeing that Arth had understood the message.

That same day, you saw your son disappear before your eyes, into the hands of the tyrant Kuma. Luffy looked desolate and you followed suit, both screams echoing through the damp Sabaody forest. Only when Rayleigh managed to drag you back home did you understand that your boy would be far away, safer and according to Kuma himself, with someone you both would trust with your eyes closed.

Almost two years have passed since Rayleigh took on a mission and left you alone on the island, taking care of what was left behind.

"Father?" Lure's voice caught your attention. At the door, Rayleigh crouched down, waiting for the white-haired girl to jump towards him.

"My sweetie you are so huge!" he let the girl hang onto him, filling the top of her head with kisses. "If I took a little longer, you'd be bigger than me."

"I missed you so much." she clung to Rayleigh, who was walking towards you. "Mommy too."

"I bet she felt it too." With one of his free hands, he circled your waist, lightly kissing your lips. "I hope two of my favorite girls are okay."

"Dad, did you know that Uncle Duval asked Mom to stay with him?" The girl laughed at the little gossip told, earning a reprimanding look from you, even if it was a joke.

"Uncle Duval, hm? I'll have a little talk with him." Rayleigh placed her on the floor, yet the girl remained there beside you, paying attention to everything.

"Just a friend of the Straw Hats, we took care of Sunny while you were gone. I even tried to start the plating, but I'd rather focus on my teas." You explained, allowing yourself to hug him completely. "How are things over there?"

"By things, do you talk about our Dalia?"

"Perhaps." the passive tone in your voice became even calmer when your face was buried in his chest. "I miss my little girl."

"She promised to come soon and she's doing great, she's been one of Kikyo's right-hand men. She's so strong, you'll be proud." he felt you nod against his skin, the distance of two years seemed too far for a quick hug to satisfy. "Want to know about Arth?"

"Have you heard from him?"

"Is little brother Arth coming?" Lure clung to Rayleigh's leg, watching her father. Even without the blood connection, the black king found it comical to say the least how similar you two had become.

"Not yet, my dear. And I haven't heard from him exactly, but rather where he is." Rayleigh began to explain, meeting your curious eyes. "I only received a small note."

He took it out and handed you the small crumpled paper. The tranquility that had been missing for two years invaded you as you read each word.

I hope this reaches you and your wife, Rayleigh-san. Knowing her, I believe she is distraught over Arth's disappearance. He has been training with me and I promise that I will keep that old promise to keep him safe. No clumsy clowns this time.

Shanks.

Shanks

warnings: F!Reader and Shanks don't have a fixed relationship at the beginning of the story, F!Reader has a restaurant. Maybe wrong use of haki, brief spicier section and brief mentions of childbirth. Shanks is an adorable girl dad here. Emony, in some language that I don't remember, is a name related to treasure.

"When are you going to go to sea with me?"

That question had already been repeated countless times every day that Shanks decided to stop at your restaurant. He always made up a little excuse that his crew was hungry and that no other place in that city would be able to fulfill his orders. He repeated every time you served dishes wearing the apron he said made you look amazing, every time he convinced you to stop working for a bit and share a dish with him, every time he was on top of you. you on the bed, as you asked for more and more.

However, every time the answer was the same.

"Give me a good reason red-haired, one other than me ending up in your bed, and I will."

You had already lost track of the times he did this, that he asked and you refused, that you shared hours together and the next morning he left you to return a few months later. This time however, it was difficult to lose track of time, as with each passing day, you discovered a change in your body. It started with irritability, then the aching body, nausea and finally, the positive test on your hand and your shocked family right behind you.

The whole city already knew that you were the redhead's favorite person and at that point, no one dared to mess with you or insinuate anything. Knowing how quickly rumors could spread, you chose to keep it a secret until it became impossible. The secret only lasted four months before his jolly roger appears on the horizon. Already knowing the routine he used to have on the island, you prepared yourself to soon find him entering the door.

"Finally, my favorite cook." his voice hit you before you even saw him. "Long time no see you."

"Yeah, it's been a while." out of habit, you allowed his hand to hug your waist, but you tried not to tighten yourself too much in his embrace.

"Everything is fine?" he asked, noticing your more distant behavior.

"Yeah, it's just been a busy day. What can I get you guys?"

"What's good on the menu today?" Lucky Roux asked, his typical piece of meat at hand had already reached its end.

"A fish stew, we also have some pies. Did you bring any new recipes for me?" You reached out to him.

Since the first time you met the red-haired pirates, you and him had gotten along well and the little deal was that he would always bring new recipes and in return, he was the only one who didn't pay at your family's restaurant.

"Spicy noodles and oysters with honey." he stretched out the two papers in his hand. "Two recipes, two dishes."

"Okay, you win. Anyone else want some stew?" the men piled in, affirming yes. Before you could leave, you felt Shanks' hand grab yours.

"Wait a second." a chill passed through your body as his eyes analyzed you. "You look different, I don't know. It's like you're even more beautiful."

"Don't give me those cheap lines, redhead." you warned in your playful tone. "A stew for you too?"

"The day I deny this could rip my other arm off."

Like the other times they appeared there, Shanks and the others stayed almost the entire day. Much of the food at that point had already been replaced by drinks, which forced you to practically dodge the glasses that were offered to you.

The restaurant was already empty, even your brothers who used to help you had already left, leaving you alone with the leftover dishes and tables to organize for the next day.

"It doesn't seem very gentlemanly to me to leave a lady alone." Again, just like that afternoon, you saw Shanks enter the door, ignoring the "closed" sign.

"You don't need to worry about me, I'll sort it out in a few minutes." You gave your best smile, seeing that he wasn't convinced.

"Then I can help you solve something else."

Not giving you much room to deny it or to at least try to address the issue that was hovering between the two of you, Shanks revoked his right over your mouth. Amidst the scattered tables and trying to turn off the light in the room so as not to attract so much attention, you went unnoticed by his hands taking off your apron and immediately undoing the buttons on your t-shirt. When the piece became a small puddle of fabric on the floor next to your apron and Shanks slid his hand down your torso, you realized that he had indeed noticed.

"What is that?" his voice was low, even though there were just the two of you there.

"I think you're smarter than that, redhead." you tried to alleviate the situation, seeing that it had been in vain.

"It's mine?" His eyes met yours, his serious expression made chills run up your body. Shanks was adorable, one of the kindest people you'd ever served at your restaurant, but he was still a pirate. "Hey, look at me, is it mine?"

"What do you think?" you responded immediately, seeing him take a few steps back. "I found out a few weeks after you left here last time, so far it's been easy to hide with dresses and aprons, but it looks like it won't last long."

"So it's mine?" he insisted, making you huff in frustration.

"The last time you came here, I remember you making me scream a few times that I was yours. I am a woman of my word, there is no one else who is the father of this baby but you."

His expression soon contorted from something serious to a slight smile that turned into a loud laugh. His hand found your face, stroking it with some delicacy.

"You told me you needed a good reason to leave with me." he started, seeing you already look disbelieved. "And no, I don't want you just in my bed. I want you by my side, forever. I want you to leave with me so I can make you my wife. To make you the mother of all my children." his hand reached down and caressed the bump on your belly. "This explains so much."

"So much, tomato head?" You let your hand rest on top of his, enjoying the affection.

"Your bad mood when you saw my face or you refusing to drink with me." He approached, pressing his face to yours. "You look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you."

"Shanks…"

"Please say yes."

He used that entire night to convince you to go on board with him and the next morning to help you pack your bags and head to his ship. When the other companions saw your face, they were in disbelief for a while until the true reason for your presence was explained, to everyone's delight.

For a moment, it was too much information for your head, learning a little about the life of a pirate, understanding what Shanks was like as a captain and the changes in your body seemed too much for you. It wasn't surprising that you had practically hijacked the ship's kitchen all to yourself and it was very common to find you in the early hours of the morning, up to something.

"What's the recipe for today, mummy?" Shanks appeared, his face still crumpled indicating that he had just woken up from a good sleep.

"A cake, that's all." you just responded, feeling him press himself behind you and slide his hand over your big eight-month-old belly.

"And what's the name of the cake?" He leaned over your shoulder, still caressing you. "Is it "I'm worried about my baby's future." or "The baby woke me up by kicking me in the ribs"?

"How do you know that?" you laughed, taking some of the still raw dough for him to taste.

"Delicious." he muttered before he could follow up on any thoughts. "Daddy's Haki. I always know what's going on with my baby."

"Oh, of course." you laughed and immediately felt the same pain that had gotten you out of bed a few hours ago and had been recurring in the last few moments. You knew what it was, you just wanted to enjoy the time you still had with your baby inside.

"Honey?" Shanks asked as he saw you lean your body against his and groan in pain. "My love, what is it?"

"Didn't daddy's haki help you this time?" you tried to laugh but the pain hit you again. Before you could continue your sequence of laments, you felt your dress and as a result of the proximity, Shanks got wet.

"No, it didn't help, it's happening now, isn't it? Hongo!" he started screaming, trying to pick you up.

"Shanks, what if…" your eyes moistened with anxiety and accumulated tears. "What if I'm a terrible mother? What if nothing works? What if I can't bring our baby into the world?"

"There's no what if." he pointed out, gently pulling your chin. "Look at me, we're going to bring our first child into the world and everything will be fine. Come on, it's time to meet our baby."

Emony was born after long hours of labor. The small tuft of red hair was identical to Shanks's and her cry was celebrated by the entire ship who had woken up with your screams of pain and with Shanks running back and forth behind Hongo.

The girl was a little copy of her father, from her red hair to her attitude, which made you constantly laugh - after all, at the age of five she had already declared that she was going after One Piece alone when you two gave her a little scolding for her coming out of hiding during a fight you were involved in. You should also anticipate that the girl's strength would be derived from her father and not hers. A break on an island meant having the two of you spotted by enemy pirates while you were taking a walk with little Emony. After trying to escape and fight, you both ended up surrendering, you were on your knees, a gun against your head and little Emony was lifted by the collar of her dress.

"My daddy is going to finish you off, your shit" she declared, trying to kick the man, completely in vain.

"Will he really do that?" the man teased her, seeing the girl become even more nervous. "I'll be waiting for."

"You know this is his territory, what do you want on this island?" you asked and felt the gun being pressed even more against your head.

"Take it away from my mommy!!" Emony screamed and you felt something different in the air.

The man who was pointing the gun at you fell, fainted, as did the other men who accompanied the pirate. Their captain let out a loud laugh, pressing his hand even tighter against Emony's dress.

"Haki? At such a young age?"

"Mommy!" the girl jolted towards you, seeing you get up and walk towards her.

"I suggest you take your rotten hands off my daughter." Shanks' voice came from behind the man.

By dodging a little, you can see the crew approaching. Benn was already pointing a gun, almost glued to the head of the tyrant who had his hands on your little Emony.

"This here?" he shook the girl dismissively, turning to face Shanks. "You know, lately the navy has been investing a lot of money in Yonko's children." the man threatened, a stupid smile adorning his lips. "What's your offer for the brat?"

"Lucky, Yassop?" Shanks just signed. "You guys take my girls inside."

Without waiting for the man to respond, the redhead punched him in the face and before Emony could reach the ground, Lucky caught her. The two of you were taken inside a small store, where some vendors offered water and a place to calm down.

"Where are my girls?" Shanks' voice reached the two of you, but your daughter ran to him, hugging her father's legs, who picked her up. "Are you hurt, my little one?"

"No daddy." she smiled, victoriously. "You see, I'm ready to be a pirate." the joy in her voice brought some peace of mind to both of you.

"I thought you were already a pirate." Benn, who accompanied Shanks, commented and got the girl's response by sticking her tongue out at him.

"I'm going to be the greatest pirate! Just like dad." she replied, shaking herself off Shanks' lap. "Come on Uncle Benn, I bet I beat you."

"Bet? Let's see." The first mate let the girl hit him a few times, laughing at her effort.

"And you, love, were you hurt?" Shanks stood next to you, holding your shaking hand.

"I just got scared. Shanks, she…"

"I felt it. That's how I knew she was in danger." he replied before the question even left your thoughts. "She's barely trained and can already do this? She's really going to be a great pirate."

"Babe…" your warning tone made it clear that this was not the time for him to encourage such ideas.

"Imagine, she's a captain? Our daughter has a big future. In fact, we know who she takes after." the man boasted, earning a shove in response. "I think she needs companions."

"She can arrange it over time."

"Or we can help." the mischievous tone was already almost inert to the way he spoke to you. "Just a few more babies, a first mate, a cook." He started to list, seeing you deny it. "But you look so beautiful pregnant."

"Forget it Shanks."

"Daddy, mummy!" Emony's voice drew you both in. You watched the girl pose as victorious, on top of a Benn Beckman, Lucky, Yasopp and Limejuice piled on the floor, pretending to be defeated. "I won!"

"Now I challenge you, my little fire hair." Shanks joined in the game, going over to the girl.

Maybe some brothers for Emony would be nice - and maybe Shanks would have given you a good reason to accompany him every time you saw him love your little daughter.

Law

warnings: angst, more angst, arguments with a fluff and happy ending. I mean, do I really need to inform you that our boy is going to freak out about the possibility of amber lead in his baby? Perhaps not very common uses of his DF, Law freaks out for a while, but then becomes the best dad in the world (we saw so little of Law with Lammy, but I bet he was an amazing brother and that he would be such a great girl's dad). And of course, Rosi comes from Rosinante. This text here is huge, sorry.

Being subordinate and companion to a captain who happened to be a doctor was one of the most practical things in your life. Did you catch the flu? He would solve it. Were you injured in battle? Just call the captain.

This meant not having any problems, especially after you decided to start dating. Law became even more attentive to every detail of your health, which made you realize that you didn't have much time to deal with the situation in your hands - more precisely, the situation in your womb.

The tests remained hidden in Ikkaku's drawer, with her being his only confidant at that moment. You wanted to know how many months it was, to be able to share such news, but you knew that as soon as Law found out, he would freak out and that's why you were avoiding him.

Avoiding, in the past verb, after all, he had already noticed something wrong between the two of you. Two knocks on your bedroom door startled you and your roommate.

"Hey." he looked dejected when the door opened, his attention automatically turned to Ikkaku. "Mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?"

"Of course captain." a pious look came from her towards you, before the woman disappeared from your field of vision.

Law, not knowing what to say, sat next to you. As you tried to grab his hand, you felt him move away. Damn it.

"How long have you known?" his cold tone dictated that he was probably not happy at all with the news.

"How do you know?" you answered his question with another, trying to buy time before the approaching storm.

"Today marks two months since you haven't asked me for help with any colic or complained about being sinking in a red river." he laughed, even though he didn't look happy. "By my reckoning, it's also been two months since that day in the kitchen."

Of course, the day in the kitchen. You and Law were always careful, even if you already used your contraceptive method, you preferred to use other types of protection. Except when you arrived at Polar Tang drunk and alone, which resulted in a unprotected sex session on the shared kitchen table.

"Quite a recipe we made." You tried to make fun of him.

"What do we do?" For the first time at that moment, you saw Law's eyes actually find you, worried and afraid.

"What do we do?" you repeated. "I'm pregnant Law, I don't know if there's much to do other than wait for the baby to be born."

"You know what worries me." his harsh response cut through any kind of excitement you held back. "You know very well what will happen to this child."

"What can happen." you corrected him.

"Would you rather risk waiting the nine months, giving birth and seeing your child die some time later? Sounds like a great idea to me." Cynicism echoed in his words just as your two voices were already much louder, taking your hatred to levels you didn't yet know.

"Would you rather I have an abortion and then spend the rest of my life wondering what if my baby had been born healthy?" his silence was the answer you needed at that moment. "You know what? Leave me on the next island, I'd rather take a risk and have my baby happy than have to abort it or even worse, my baby has to live with a parent who hates its existence."

"You don't understand what this could entail." He stood up too, trying to put something that looked like sense into your head. "You stay here until this is resolved."

"This has already been resolved and you don't need to have any involvement in my baby's life." you were sure the entire submarine was already listening to that argument between the two of you. "Get out of here, Law."

"But…"

"Get out of here!" you screamed even louder, seeing the man give up and leave. It only took a few seconds for Ikkaku to appear and allow you to cry for hours on her shoulder.

Anyone looking from the outside could see that you two were in pain. Law had become a shadow of the captain he was, only having small appearances to issue orders or to follow you - even without saying many words - every time you approached an island, fearing that you would leave the crew. Even though the two of you didn't talk anymore, you knew that his disappearance was related to studying everything he could about the disease that ravaged his country and was also present in him.

In the two months that had passed, Law had stopped being your boyfriend and practically become your doctor. Without exchanging many words, you only met when he decided to do some examination on you. To break the mood, you always took one of your friends along. The little information you had about Law came from Bepo, Shachi or Penguin, the only ones who were still able to invade his room and talk to him. Like that afternoon, when they insisted that you convince him to leave the room and have dinner with all his companions.

"Law?" two knocks on the door accompanied your voice. His tired look hit you immediately.

"How can I help you?"

"I wanted you to come have dinner with us." you tried to appeal to what you want. Many times, before pregnancy, that had worked.

"I am a little busy."

"I can bring something here." You suggested, approaching him. On the table, you saw accumulated papers, the vast majority of which titles were not related to Amber Lead.

"No need to worry, I'm fine." he simply replied, seeing that you were reading the papers on his desk. "I found some new studies."

"Law, I told you that you don't need to worry about that right now, we don't know yet…"

"When would you rather I worry?" the cynicism was once again there in his voice and he knew how much you hated it. "When you die on the table because for some reason this shit got to you? Or when I watch our baby die?"

"Now is he our baby?" you used the same resource as him. "From what I remember, I had made it very clear that I didn't want you to be involved in this."

"But it's my obligation."

"Your obligation as a father? I think you lost that right when you made it very clear that I had to take my baby away." you started to walk away from his desk. "Or your obligation as captain? As a boyfriend that isn't, I don't know what it's like to have a boyfriend for a good few months."

"I was busy, trying to find a cure for you two."

"We're both not sick." you sounded offended by what he had proposed. "But keep it up, sink into your books, don't worry when I disappear from this fucking submarine."

You left slamming the door, stressed. The looks that reached you seemed full of pity and concern. You only managed to get as far as the kitchen before a pang hit your head and stomach. Being supported by your colleagues, the only request you made was that no one tell Law about it. You wouldn't give him reason in his incessant search for something he didn't yet know.

Alleviating your worries, the diagnosis arrived quickly: just a spike in high blood pressure. A few hours of rest and an IV should do the trick. When you saw Bepo murmur an apology, you knew exactly what he was going to do and so did your friends, as little by little they left you alone. You remained turned away, even though you heard the door open. Something in the air had changed, it was as if you immediately felt more tense and prepared for another argument.

"Babe, can we talk?" Law's voice sounded much lower than normal, definitely attracting your attention. His affectionate way of calling you was an easy way to make you fall for his words. You turned around, facing him and started to adjust yourself to sit on the stretcher. "No, please, stay still there."

"I'm just going to sit down." You did so, your movement being followed to the millimeter by his eyes. "Just to be clear, I don't want to fight."

"I didn't come here for that reason." he approached, hesitating with every step he took. "Actually, I know you didn't want me to come here for any reason."

"I just don't want to have to hear from my doctor that I'd better have given up on the idea." you turned around, allowing your legs to dangle. "I understand your concerns Law and I would be lying if I said I haven't been terrified of the idea since I saw the first positive test."

"I know." He finally stopped a short distance away, but he still didn't touch you. "I… I-I, damn, why is it so hard?"

"Just let the words come, don't think about them." you suggested, figuring it was just pride keeping you from apologizing for all the previous argument.

"I-I feel like shit." a sigh came out along with the words. "You're right, as a boyfriend I've been terrible, as a doctor then, just look at the fact that you're in a hospital bed and the last person to be informed is me." his fists clenched and then loosened, his tattooed hands rubbed against his face, perhaps in an attempt to get the words out of him.

"Law?" your heart broke when you heard a sniffle come from him, it was the last gesture you expected after everything, it was difficult to connect the information like this.

"I can't lose you and I know it doesn't seem like it, I know I've been a terrible person, but I love this child. I can't lose this too." For the first time after so long together, you saw tears run down your loved one's face. His hands stuck to his hat, pulling in a failed attempt to hide his face. "I can't stop regretting saying that to you, what if our baby hates me for it? What if our baby knows that for a moment, even a small moment, I didn't want him or her to exist."

"My love?" You extended your hand, being accepted by him. Law fit between your legs and buried his face in your neck, even with the muffled sound, you only heard his murmurs and sobs.

"I'm sorry, please. For yelling and being an idiot." he asked, still not letting go of you. "I just can't deal with the thought of losing either of you."

"My dear, look at me." his irises remained almost hidden by the tears that accumulated at his waterline. Your hands dried his face and you didn't know how you weren't crying together. "We still don't know if our child will have amber lead disease, we don't know the scope of your fruit in the cure."

"What should we do in the meantime?"

"As I told you, wait. Make the best of this little time we have until the baby is born." you suggested while your hands traced caresses on his face. "And I just want, I need, my boyfriend back. I don't know how far I can go without you by my side."

"I promise to get better, I promise to take care of you." he replied, taking a deep breath and composing himself. With his hands rubbing his face, Law looked much more centered. "What happened today? When Bepo called me, he just told me it was a blood pressure problem and that you were resting."

"I said I want my boyfriend." you insisted with a smile on your face and saw a small ghost of what would be a smile on Law too.

Law first checked the serum that was being applied to you and then took off the hat he was wearing, placing it on your hair. With his face millimeters away from yours, he placed a quick kiss on your lips, followed by one more and another, until finally you gave way to him. The skin of his face was still damp against your face and your fingers caressed his scalp, the gesture he loved so much and god, how he had missed it. When Law pulled away, you almost pulled him back. Two months were too long apart - even under the same roof.

"I missed you so much." You confessed, not wanting to let go of his hand.

"I missed you too my love, I'm sorry for being such an idiot for so long." He sank against your skin again, this time stealing a few kisses along the way. "What do you think we make up for lost time?"

"That sounds interesting to me."

"No, no sex." he cut you off as soon as he saw you smile mischievously. "Room."

You were back in his room, now lying on the soft bed with gray sheets. Along with the two of you, only the serum and support tied to your skin had come. Law adjusted himself, sitting with his back against the wall and adjusting your body to be against his skin. You saw from the corner of your eye his hand go towards you and retreat, ignoring any complaint he would make, you pulled it back and placed it flat against your belly.

"I don't think you can feel it yet, but I've already started to feel some small movements. In fact, I thought I had stomach gas, until Ikkaku and I found a book explaining that it was the baby." You explained and looking over your shoulder, you could see bright gray eyes staring at you. "Right now, from what I feel, the baby is here." you slid his hand away, stopping next to your side.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked, using his other arm to hug you even tighter. You nodded and saw him smile at the likely thought that crossed his mind before the words came out. "The other day, I accidentally spied on you in your room. I think you had just gotten out of the shower and were in front of the mirror."

"Oh no Law, I don't believe it." you laughed, already knowing what day it was.

"I think you spent about fifteen minutes posing in front of the mirror, caressing our child in your womb. God, you looked so beautiful, so radiant." he allowed himself to almost melt against the wall behind him. "I'm sorry I wasted so much time, so much stuff."

"Can I tell you something too? I actually need to update you on a few things." you asked and felt his face move against your skin, nodding. "Did you know that our baby is already just like you? I can't even see a piece of bread before I'm ready to spill my stomach."

That night, the two of you spent a lot of time there. You telling him about the little news that Law had missed in the time you didn't talk and him explaining little curiosities to you, things that seemed incredible to him because they were happening in the body of the woman he loved and he didn't have the courage to tell you before.

In the fifth month - now with a new version of Law, one much more adept at the idea of ​​being a father and much more attached to you. You were dragged by him to a small room, finding Ikkaku, Shachi and Penguin sitting at the table waiting for you.

"What is that?" You sat down in the chair that Law arranged for you, he soon took the place next to you.

"You said you didn't want me as a doctor, so if you want and you have time to think about it, they will be your doctor."

"And you?" your voice was almost cornered, trying to connect the pieces of the situation that was presented. "Aren't you going to be at the birth?"

"I'll be there all the time and any problem, I'll take care of it. But I want to be there for you, for our baby. Instead of scalpels and speculums, I just want to hold your hand." Law chuckled as he saw your little pout that you made start to tremble. "Sound like a good idea to you?"

"T-This is in-amazing." despite Law seeing you get emotional, the loudest crying came from the other side of the table.

"Man, that was beautiful." Shachi was struggling, leaning on Penguin.

"It's so good that you guys are back."

"Idiots." the woman commented, turning to you. "Come on, tell me everything you expect from the birth of our little baby."

After spending the remaining months buried in books next to him, this time looking for good information and not just a cure for an illness, you learned that the stretcher was not a good place to give birth and that sensations were an important part of the process, in other words, goodbye Ope Ope no Mi's anesthesia powers. Law seemed to want to make up for the distance by always staying close to you and always reminding you how special you were to him, like when you looked adorable when the jumpsuit stopped fitting around your belly or when you and Bepo joined in complaining about the heat.

With the help of your own nature, the chosen doctors and Law behind you in that hot tub, your girl arrived into the world quickly and much less painfully than you thought. In the first few hours, little Rosi didn't let go of you and only when the water around the bathtub became cold did Law manage to take his focus off the little baby to take you two to a more cozy place.

In the early days, Law's hands seemed tied to Rosi. When the girl with eyes as gray as her father's wasn't on his lap, Law was following you like a shadow to ensure the health of both of you. Sometimes looking sideways, you could see Law observing every inch of the girl, in a constant search for signs of the cursed disease that had once taken his family from him. He would never allow that to happen to his little girl.

The worry lasted for years and there was never a sign of the disease or any other illness. Before, if everyone at Polar Tang had a strict health care schedule, with the arrival of the girl, attention redoubled.

Rosi was like seeing a mini-version of Law walking around, especially because of the copy of his hat that he had gotten for her. All the love that Law took to give you and her, when it was just a fetus inside you, the doctor seemed to make up for it with the girl, there wasn't something she wanted or asked for that he wasn't ready to do.

Rosi seemed to love accompanying her father in laboratories and studies, this seemed to change when she was once injured in an attack, in fact Rosi lost her balance with the Polar Tang speeding into the sea and ended up getting a cut on her forehead, patched by Ikkaku since Law was busy fending off enemies. That had been enough trauma for little Rosi to not want to know more about medical things.

"Please, my sweetie, it's just a small remedy." you tried to pull the girl out of the closet.

"No, no, no." she grumbled. The little gray eyes full of water. "It's going to hurt a lot."

"It won't hurt, my love." you insisted, seeing her deny it.

"My princess?" Law bent down, reaching her height. "Come on, this is to make you okay."

"Daddy, it's going to hurt a lot, I don't want it." she grumbled even more, knowing that Law was much easier to convince.

"Doesn't your throat hurt too?" he asked and the little girl nodded. "I promise it won't hurt anymore."

"But what about the injection?"

"Daddy also promises it won't hurt at all." he reaffirmed and saw the girl come out of hiding, heading straight into his arms. "Babe, she's a little feverish." he murmured to you, almost despair forming on his face.

"Law, it's just a cold." you warned him, following him as your daughter rested against his shoulder. You knew that when it came to Rosi's health, Law was the most concerned of all.

"Daddy, it's because I was lying on the ice with Bepo." the girl confessed the information, adjusting herself to reach Law's field of vision. "I'm just a little sick, that's it." she created a small space between her fingers.

"That's great, my love." He placed the girl sitting on the stretcher. "It means it'll only take that long for you to get better." he repeated the gesture she had made with her fingers. "Ready?" he saw her deny it, laughing. "Do you want mommy to hold your hand?"

"Yes!" She reached out her little hand to you. "Mommy, what is this?"

"It's dad's way of taking care of us." You tried to sum it up the best way. Maybe she was too young to understand how akuma no mis works.

"Ready? First take a deep breath…" Law imitated, holding the air for a while and making her laugh when she saw him puffed up. "And now…" he applied the injection to her arm. He knew it hadn't hurt at all, but the girl automatically started to pout. "My little princess, what happened? Did it hurt?"

"No." she said, her voice breaking. You both had to laugh when you saw her asking you to hold her without even moving the arm that Law had given the injection to.

"My love, what do you think…" Law bent down to look into her eyes as he spoke. "We can go to the kitchen and steal…"

"Bepo!" the girl stretched her arm towards the bear that appeared in the field of vision. "I want to be with Bepo."

"With Bepo?" Law pretended to be frustrated.

"He's warm and I'm cold." you passed the girl to Bepo, who was her favorite company. Law insisted that it was because the mental age was identical, but you always laughed at the accusations while the bear grumbled.

"What do you say we read a little?" Bepo suggested, letting Rosi climb onto his shoulder.

The two of you accompanied him to the living room, giving Bepo information about the girl being feverish. It only took a few words from the bear who started reading one of her favorite stories for Rosi to fall asleep. Law carefully took his daughter from him and started walking alongside you to the girl's room.

"I can't believe she chose to go with him."

"Well, you had just given her an injection, she harbored some resentment." you joked and saw him frown. "Maybe the next one will like us more than a huge, cuddly bear."

"Next, huh?" he spoke in a low tone, not wanting to wake the girl in his arms.

"Exactly. Or have you forgotten about the ten minutes hiding in your living room when Ikkaku was having a girls' night out with Rosi?" You saw his expression light up, a smile that you hadn't seen the first time you had this kind of conversation and that was one of your favorite things in the world.

"How long, is a month half?" he tried to hold back his louder, surprised voice.

"Yes, I took the test last week." you watched him open the door and place little Rosi on the pink bed. Before you could return to the subject, you felt him take you in his arms and lift you up, filling your face with kisses.

"I love you so much, I love you both." he put you down. "To be more exact, the three of you."

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #requests open #silvers rayleigh #dark king rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #rayleigh x you #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x you #akagami no shanks #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar d law x you

[bl00dalchemist]

I always forget octopus can change colors real well and that i could color turu with other hair colors from time to time.

#oc's (bl00dy) #my stuff (bl00dy) #doodles #bl00dalchemist #turu (bl00dy)

[somethingclevermahogony]

OC Intro: Zatar/Zatur the Wrath Also a quick introduction to Spiritbloods

Hello everyone! I did a poll a while ago to see which OC I should introduce to y'all on here. The winner was Zatar, however then life happened and oops that was almost a month ago. Better late then never! Here is Zatar, The Wrath of Akard, Bane of Naloch, Terror of Apuna. The next poll will be up later tonight!

CW: Minor mention of s*icide

Name: Zatar/Zatur

Zatar has had two names, these being Zatar and Zatur, at different parts of his life. This is because he has gone in and out of the hierarchy of nobility, he was born into a noble family and thus given the noble name, Zatar, however after the death of his father he lost the privilege of having a noble name, thus being given the commoner version of that name, Zatur, and then his name was rendered back to Zatar yet again when he was declared a noble by Akard. Here is an explanation of Kishic Noble names.

This Continues below the cut!

Family

Father: Kerim/Turu, Ekiku (A minor noble, a charioteer) (Dead)

Mother: Rusa, Spirit Blooded, Warrior (Unknown)

Sister: Hiruha/Ruya, Brothel Worker (Alive)

Niece: Sumi, Baby, (Alive)

Grandmother: Batricca, Immortal Queen of The 17 Tribes of the Batri

No children

No Partner

Homeland/Place of Origin

Labisa, the Red Cedar Mountains Region of Kishetal

Ethncity and an Intro to Spiritbloods aka Demigods

Eastern Kishite and Duaditaxi aka Batri

Spiritbloods

A spiritblood, sometimes called a demigod (though they are not related to the actual deities)  is the progeny of a human or human-descended forestfolk and a spirit. Only certain spirits are capable of producing a child with a human. They are almost always born from a human mother, as most spirits detest the physical limits which come from carrying a physically static being. Unlike forestfolk, Spiritbloods are magical in nature and not merely the result of magical mutation. It is thus technically possible for Spiritbloods to shed some amount of wild magic. They are typically not able to wield magic and change their form in the same sense as a spirit, as their physical body forbids it, nor are they capable of using sagecraft. Magic rather manifests in the body itself, shaping and warping it beyond the confines of normal humans. Spiritbloods are prone to having an unusually large stature and display incredible physical strength and resilience. 

Alongside having incredibly resilient skin and bones, Spiritbloods are not affected by old age, disease, and most poisons. Spiritbloods can still be killed whether through battle (though killing a Spiritblood in this way is a heroic feat indeed), starvation, extreme cold, fire, drowning, falling, etc. Though a spirit blood's body will not die or deteriorate from old age, the mind will wither with the ages, most that have not already died are rendered all but immobile and unresponsive by around 2000 years, most will die shortly after that.

For reasons that are not entirely known, spiritbloods are naturally repulsed by others of their own kind, and more often than not when two Spiritbloods meet, the encounter will end in blood. 

In ancient times there were many spiritbloods, they ruled cities, and tribes and warred constantly with one another. The massive walls which now guard the cities of the Green Sea were made by and to protect from the terror of these single person armies.

The children of Spiritbloods inherit some of their parent’s might, though they are smaller in stature, not as superhumanly strong, and are not immune to aging (though they may age slower). The added strength and resilience of their bloodline typically carries down about three generations, becoming less prominent with each generation, before it becomes unnoticeable. Individuals which fall into these three generations below a true Spiritblood are called Spirit-Blooded.

History

Zatar was born the second son of the Spirit-blooded Warrior, Rusa, and the Kishite Charioteer, Kerim, approximately 17 years before the start of the series.

Rusa is the seventy-third daughter of the Spiritblood queen of Batri, Batricca. It is the custom of Batricca to kill her male children and to segregate her daughters. For each girl child it is decided at the age of 3 whether the child will be strong or puny (puny is relative as even the shortest of Batricca’s daughter’s was 6’4, the tallest was 7’7) strong children are raised as warriors, in time becoming part of Batricca’s special guard, the 14 Stars. The 14 Stars are constantly cycled through and replenished as girls reach the age of 45, at which point they will be married off or sent to other tribes to act as agents or politicians (Note that while these Spirit-blooded children are not immortal they can live to around 130). Puny girls were raised to be wedded off for political purposes, as a way to imbed Batricca’s blood and influence in tribes both in and outside of her control. It has been said that every 20th person in the North can trace their lineage to Batricca. 

Rusa was one of those children, raised to be one of the 14 stars. However at the age of 19, while traveling south to spy on the island of the Clay Women, Kulaya, her ship was swept off course, where instead was beached on the northern shores of Korithia. After a bloody battle, she was captured and sold into slavery. She was bought as a curiosity by a man from the Kishite city of Labisa. She was thus taken across the sea, far from her homeland.

It was in Labisa that she met a minor lord, Kerim. Kerim was almost instantly smitten, and would sneak the captured warrior drinks and food from where she was kept. During this time she learned to speak Kishite. He would ultimately sell his prized horses in order to buy and subsequently free her. Rather than leaving, as he had expected she demanded to be taken to his home. He did so, showering her with what gifts his minor nobility could offer.

It is not entirely clear why Rusa stayed, perhaps she loved him as much as he loved her, perhaps she loved the luxury of the warm Kishite sun and Kishite wine, what is clear is that soon she was pregnant. Despite his urges, the two never married. When their first child, a daughter, was born, he begged the king of Labisa, Hutbari, for permission to give their daughter a noble name, something which would not typically be afforded to a child born out of wedlock. Hutbari gave his permission, but for a hefty price, the equivalent of 4 oxen. Kerim paid the king, and subsequently named the daughter, Hiruha.

Kerim would go on to win some acclaim, fighting Makurians raiders, though many mocked him over his giant of a partner, and the destitution that had come of it. Some wondered if she and Hutbari's giant slave boy could be related at all as they had arrived in Labisa at roughly the same time (Narul, who would have only been 3 or 4 at the time).

Three after the birth of Hiruha, Rusa would give birth once again, this time, to a boy. Once again Hutbari agreed, but this time at an even more ridiculous price, 6 oxen. Kerim could only pay the equivalent of 3, but swore an oath to pay back the king, essentially going into debt. He named this new boy for his own father, Zatar.

Kerim has all but bankrupt himself in buying the names of his children and in spoiling his wife. He was forced to free his slaves, to sell the last of his cattle, and even to allow strangers to live in his stables.

When Zatar was around the age of 4, Rusa mysteriously vanished, presumably leaving Kerim's home never to return.

Kerim searched frantically, running around the city of Labisa like a man possessed. Yet he could find nothing, he paid mercenaries, messengers, merchants, and bards exorbitant amounts of wealth that he did not have, only to reveal nothing.

Kerim's problems would only get worse as word reached Hutbari that the charioteer had been using wealth that he was owed. As such Kerim was indirectly stealing from the king himself. Kerim and his two children were dragged to the palace.

It is customary for those unable to pay off a debt, to instead be pressed into debt slavery, working until such time as their debt is considered to be paid off. However it is considered taboo for nobility to be pressed into slavery. To avoid this particular issue, Hutbari stripped Kerim and his family of their noble titles and stature. Kerim became Turu, Hiruha became Ruya, and Zatar became Zatur. Kerim was subsequently enslaved, his two children placed into the care of a temple.

Broken hearted by the loss of his love, his title, and his dignity, Kerim/Turu threw himself into the Lake, orphaning his two children.

The two would remain in the temple for sometime, until around the time when Zatur reached the age of 7 and his sister 10, at this time they were ejected from the temple. The two lived as street urchins, reliant on scraps and the occasional bit of charity. Despite their spirit-blood heritage, malnutrition kept them small. Zatur became adept at hunting vermin such as rats and stealing horned-rabbits. 

In time the two would find a home in a brothel. The two would be allowed a roof over their head, and an occasional meal, in exchange Zatur would act like the brothel cat, hunting the mice and rats lived in the beds and walls, and Ruya would clean, with the additional understanding that when she came of age she would become one of the prostitutes.

With no other option, the two agreed. Though they no longer slept in the mud, the two were still terribly mistreated, both slept on the stone floor, often they were only given bread once or twice a week, and the two were regularly mocked by the clientele. Ruya did find some companionship with the other women and men who served there. Zatur was not so lucky, the boy was cold and angry, prone to fits of rage. 

In order to quell his anger he would sneak from the city into the forest to hunt, using spears of wood and stone he made himself. He proved to be an adept hunty, bagging his first boar at the age of 13.

When the owner of the brothel caught wind of this particular catch, he made a deal with Zatur. For each week that Zatur could produce a boar, deer, or other large game animal for the brothel, his sister, now of age, would be relieved of her duties. Zatur agreed.

Zatur became known as a prolific hunter, seen walking through gates with boars, deer, even a bear draped on his shoulders or dragging behind him.

On one day while Zatur had gone out hunting, the brothel owner reneged on his promise, allowing a high-paying noble to sleep with Ruya.

Ruya tried to keep this fact a secret, however in time she became pregnant. Enraged Zatur attacked the brothel owner, ripping his ear from his head, permantely disfiguring the man, and very nearly killing him. Only Ruya’s intervention and the appearance of guards who had heard the commotion, saved the brothel owner from the boy’s wrath.

The punishment for an attack of that ferocity would almost certainly be slavery or even death. Ruya negotiated a different price. She would stay at the brothel, imprisoned there, the property of the brothel, while Zatur would be banished from its walls and forbidden from seeing her. 

Zatur now wanders the streets again, sleeping in corners or under balconies, he still hunts for game, selling it for clothes and a dry place to rest his head. He and Ruya occasionally meet in secret so that he can see his niece, Sumi, and so that she can sneak him bread and beer and he can give her game and medicinal plants. 

It is here, in this state of destitution, that Zatur first meets Akard.

Appearance

Zatur when we first meet him is skinny and malnourished, his black hair is long and scraggly, and his skin is paler than that of the average Labisian. His eyes are sharp, yellow and hawk-like in their intensity. Once given access to proper nutrition he grows at an incredible rate, his Spirit-blooded heritage shining through, becoming tall and broad though still dextrous and quick. Ruya undergoes a similar transformation.

Personality

Zatur is a person of few words, he rarely smiles and is possessed by a vicious temper. He has an intense hatred for nobility (with the exception of Akard), his birth parents, and in essence anyone that he believes holds any sort of power or authority over him. His sister is perhaps the closest thing he has to a friend. He easily falls into obsession. He has little care for questions of honor or morality.

Gender/Pronouns

Cis-man He/Him

Sexual Orientation

Aromantic Asexual

Relationships

Zatur has no interest in any sort of romantic or sexual relationship. His feelings towards Akard are almost worshipful, cultic, a father-son relationship taken to an extreme.

Favorite Color

Red

Favorite Food

Venision, served rare with garlic and no other seasoning.

Biggest Fear

Humiliation

Sage?

No

Literate?

No

Excerpt

Zatur sprang forward with a howling cry, rather than opening himself to attack by trying to maneuver around the shield, he thrust directly at it. He struck with such ferocity that the blade carved its way through leather and wood, impaling the emblazoned leopard between its eyes, and shattering the once impenetrable shield. The cruel blade slammed into old noble's body and could not be stopped, where a normal man’s attack may have found itself thwarted by the sheet of bronze scales, Zatur was no normal man. His spear punched through the man’s armor, bringing bronze scales with it, embedding them in Atab’s gut. Those watching could see the back of the man’s armor tent as the spear erupted out of his back, completely impaling him.

@patternwelded-quill @flaneurarbiter @skyderman @blackblooms @roach-pizza @illarian-rambling @dezerex @theocticscribe @axl-ul, @persnickety-peahen, @surroundedbypearls

#testamentsofthegreensea #writeblr #writing #fantasy #fantasy writing #worldbuilding #fantasy world #world building #oc info #ocs #oc art #original character

[beautyliesbehindthehills]

A Reservation For Two

This was inspired by a joke I once made about how there was technically no way for Omatikaya couples to avoid stumbling on another pair consummating their relationship under the Tree of Voices—not unless they had a receptionist to keep track of who was going to be there and when. That thought amuses me way more than it should. 😄 Na'vi Words and Expressions Uniltaron = Dream Hunt Utral Aymokriyä = the Tree of Voices Oel ngati kameie = I see you Tsakarem = Tsahìk in training Kelutral = Hometree tawtsngal = "sky cup" or "panopyra", nicknamed the love flower. Its stems are used for making nets, traps, and other woven items. The growing tips are also said to be an attractant and aphrodisiac and are often worn by young Na'vi who are looking for a mate. ikran = mountain banshee tsmuke = sister skxawng = idiot, moron srane = yes

It is a warm, pleasant night on Pandora. The Omatikaya are preparing to celebrate; Jake Sully has just passed his Uniltaron and taken his rightful place among them as an official member of the clan. Not everyone is in Kelutral, however. Somewhere in the glowing forest, Neytiri is making her way to the Tree of Voices. She spots the reception desk at the front and heads to it as stealthily as possible.

There are two Na'vi stationed there: a man and a woman. The woman looks at Neytiri with polite interest, but the man is too busy carving something out of the piece of wood he is holding.

Neytiri: "Oel ngati kameie, Se'ora, Hoìnge."

Se'ora: "Oel ngati kameie, Tsakarem. Welcome to the Omatikaya Branch of Utral Aymokriyä! How may I help you?" 🙂

Neytiri: "I would like to make a reservation."

Se'ora: "Certainly. How many people is it for?" 

Neytiri: "There will be two of us."

Her expression is curiously blank when she mentions the number, as if she doesn't want to seem too eager.

Se'ora: "And would that be a Praying Session, a Communion with the Ancestors or a Mating Night?"

Neytiri: "...It is a matter of some delicacy. Are you sure we are alone?"

Se'ora tilts her head, perplexed by the question. She is, however, a professional, and therefore quick to recover.

Se'ora: "I believe so, but there is no harm in checking. Please hold while I make sure there is no one else in the vicinity." 😊

Se'ora taps Hoìnge on the shoulder and leaves for the nearest Tree of Voices. He stands up, clears his throat, and begins singing the Pandoran equivalent of elevator music.

Hoìnge: "~Tu tu turu~"

Neytiri: "Um—"

Hoìnge: "~Tu tu tururu~"

Neytiri: "You don't have to—"

Hoìnge: "~Tu tu turu ru~"

Neytiri: 😶

A few moments later, Se'ora returns to her spot behind the desk. Hoìnge sits back down as if he had never risen at all.

Se'ora: "It appears our last client left a bit earlier than expected, so we will not be disturbed. You may speak freely." 😊

Neytiri throws a quick look around. She leans closer and lowers her voice just in case.

Neytiri: "I would like the Mating Night Package, but no one else must know, you understand."

Had Se'ora had eyebrows, they would have risen to her hairline. All three of them know no such announcement has been made in the clan in the past handful of days, not to mention certain customs haven't been observed, which means no one will be expecting this at all.

Se'ora: "Oh my! An elopement?! You and Tsu'tey are finally taking the leap, I guess? You have waited for a long time—"

Neytiri: "Y-yeah... Tsu'tey and I..." 😬

Se'ora: "Congratulations! Does he know yet?" 😄

Neytiri: "It is sort of a surprise..."

One that won't give him an aneurysm if I'm lucky, she thinks with a slight grimace. Tsu'tey has never been a fan of unexpected developments.

Se'ora: "No matter! You can count on our discretion. What name should the reservation be listed under?"

Neytiri: "My own."

Se'ora: "Naturally. And that would be..?"

Neytiri: "...Do you not know it already?" 

Se'ora: "It is needed for filing purposes, you see."

The huntress gives her a deadpan stare, but answers anyway.

Neytiri: "Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite." 

Se'ora: "Very good. For which day and time?"

Neytiri: "Do you have any vacancies for tonight at midnight?"

Se'ora: "Allow me to check our hotel reservation form, please."

Se'ora turns to her colleague. Seeing as the Na'vi lack a writing system, it is his responsibility to memorise any necessary information. She hands him a gourd cup full of water; Hoìnge takes a sip and begins to sing.

Hoìnge: "~Ayì, Zuäm, Yiveyo,

Refnä, Aawmul, and Seyay,

To the sacred grove they go,

Wishing to reflect and pray,

Nawe seeks the ancestors

Then retires for the night,

Ingyl is the first to show

Early in the morning light~" 😩🎵

Se'ora: "..."

Se'ora: "I'm afraid that time slot has been filled already. Would tomorrow night work for you?"

Neytiri: "I know this is very last minute, but... I was hoping we could make it happen tonight? I have my reasons..." 😟 

Like the fact that Jake has been an eligible bachelor for some hours already, and she'll be damned if she gives that bitch Ninat more time to pursue him.

Continue reading on Ao3

#jake x neytiri #jeytiri #avatar the way of water #avatar james cameron #Avatar Comedy Au #avatar 2009 #atwow #jake sully #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #Avatar Fanfiction #Neytiri

[thunderin-brainstorm]

more worldbuilding for Shili, this time for traditional spirituality bc that just fascinates me

the ancestral perception of the Force was often as a great unifier, and the position of family matriarch or grandmother fit that very well. Grandmother Ashla is usually depicted with the same fuzzy skin coloration that Ohkaali has, with each agespot another star in the sky and another life in the Force

a huge amount of Shili's landmasses are scrub, prairie, and steppe, and the majority of Togruta civilizations started in the great turu savannas. by far the most common "mother nature" figure was a variant on Mother Turu of the grasslands, with as many montrals and lekku as there are blades of grass

the Moonsiblings arrive according to the phases of the six moons, sharing the burden. Veyla is the youngest, so has the smallest amount of moon to watch over with a crescent moon. Maato is the middle sibling and can handle more responsibility with quarter moons. Thikruan is the eldest and is the only one large and strong enough to carry a full moon. their secret fourth sibling Gohr was a stillborn infant, nevertheless still seen in the darkness of the new moons

#brain’s art #shili #togruta #star wars #gffa #worldbuilding #this isn't STRICTLY about her but i do reference her so #ohkaali nome #jedi oc #sw oc #swtcw oc #isekai oc

[dalliansss]

▼ - childhood headcanon for finrod please!

Headcanon meme~

Finrod was the kind of elfling who could never stay still. He liked to be carried, to be cuddled, to be kissed -- and he was by all means a very affectionate child in turn. He was not usually difficult to handle; and he did not particularly care who carried him or picked him up, so long as they took him outside.

He loved being outdoors, and as soon as he could walk, he was forever pulling escape stunts, sending Eärwen running after him just so he won't get out of the house.

He was naturally curious and asked about anything and everything, prattling away questions a thousand times per minute. He was the child who asked why, how, why, how, where, when, how, why, why?

He was a very nosy boy. Inspects everything. Went so far as to attempt to drink ink, the one instance Arafinwë forgot to lock his study.

He and Angamaitë had a three-decade age gap.

He and Aikanár had a five-decade age gap.

He and Nerwen had a five-decade and seven year age gap.

Before Angamaitë was born, he couldn't stand Arafinwë and Eärwen's home. Not that his parents weren't very loving and affectionate with him; just that he had no playmates and he was quick to sense that the servants let him win in little games and challenges, which he quickly found boring.

He absolutely loved being taken to the house of his Nolofinwion cousins. He was particularly enamored of the company Finno and Turu provided, and this resulted to him spending his first decade very close with Turukáno. Turukáno was his very first best friend outside of his immediate family.

He was 14 years old in elven reckoning when he and Turgon were brought by Fingon to join summers at Fëanor's household.

He absolutely loved Fëanor and Nerdanel's bigger, less formal and thoroughly chaotic household.

He was the child who shrieked in delight when his older cousins chased him, and he was also the child who never hesitated to wade in a mud pool, or else chase frogs by the river, or get his hands dirty trying to catch a squirrel or opposum. He roughhoused and tumbled and rolled about with not a care in the world.

He, Turgon and a very young Curufin used to share a room together during summers at Fëanor's house.

Turko called him 'Sunshine'

Olwë and Nísime's favorite grandchild.

Indis's favorite grandchild.

Turko, who had by then taken over Big Brother Duties, often left Curufin to him and Turgon for babysitting during summers. Turgon couldn't deal with Curufin's atrocious moods and was often bitten by him. Finrod, however, was about one of the four people a very young Curufin tolerated. The end result was Finrod often toddled about Fëanor's house carrying little Curufin.

Looking after Curufin prepared him for the Big Brother Duty he would also assume once his own siblings were born.

@curanthir

#my hcs #finrod #finrod felagund #golden poster boy

[cybrthrillz]

what’s your cats name

her REAL name is turu (west javanese slang for sleeping all the time) but she has an english name lil buttercup, bc she looks exactly like a fictional cat i made for a fictional couple from another fandom lol

#cybraskz

[im-kino853]

i get it he doestn look like sk but i cannot resist tge urge to dress him up. i mean

look at him the babygirla

#srory for being inactive cuz school bs #too much homeowkr jumpscares... #plus got motivaiton back to draw digitaly :) #arouughghgh #tos sk #town of salem #tos #he is barely recognizable i am so srroy 😭 #white backgroudn jumpscare #might post full design later #turu time #sleepy artsstuff

[that-dinopunk-guy]

Massive Gondolend concept sketch dump

Hey look, it's my only artistic output that ever gets more than one or two notes: drawings of dinosaurs (and other animals)!

The whale-sized filter-feeding pliosaur Pelagititan melvillei (labeled here Aquatitan because I changed the name after I drew this), and the orca-sized mosasaur Zallingeria orak. These were drawn way back in 2002, before we had a better idea of what their tails were supposed to look like.

An updated orak that I started in 2016 and never got very far with because I hated it.

Deinonychus antirrhopus.

Yurgovuchia doellingi, which made an appearance in my short stories "The Hunter" and "The Prey."

Assultornis pteronyx, also known as the drop bird. This is a fictional dromaeosaurine found throughout the Democratic Republic of Samaraland that hunts by dropping down onto prey from above and then dragging its kill up into a tree to avoid getting it stolen by something bigger and meaner. One of these guys appears in my novella The Beasts of Kulig County, which barring any fuckups on my part I should start serializing online again in...November.

The wooly rinic, Cryonyx borealis, a fictional species of baryonychine originally native to Gondolend's frigid northern polar region, but which I have since retconned to be a southern polar animal instead. (I'll have to change that species name if I ever decide to do anything more with Gondolend beyond my current revisions.) While this drawing is relatively recent this is the first fake dinosaur I ever came up with for this project, and as you can see I went full Rule of Cool with the teeth. Which then led to...

...The horrormouth, Cryonyx phoboris. It took me years to actually draw this guy in the flesh; for the longest time it only existed as skull and skeletal reconstructions, which someone eventually tried to pass off as real on some random dinosaur battle forum.

The elma'cho, Elmachosuchus gayi. This was a land-croc that I made as a reference to a gloriously stupid website that a friend of mine made and which is now gone.

I forget the scientific name for this guy, but it's commonly known as a crested dragon. It's a meter-long drepanosaur found in the Cassowary Valley, and makes an appearance in my novella Eleven Days in the Valley, which I'll be serializing on my website starting in September.

Domnosuchus, a giant land-croc native to the island of Yulan. This was the largest known species of land-croc, but it was quickly driven into extinction once humans settled the island.

A giant water bug the size of your hand. The Isani consider them a delicacy.

The gartum, a softball-sized dung beetle that cleans up sauropod shits on the Samara. Yes, its name is a reference to the garthim from The Dark Crystal.

The giant hopper, Macropodotherium. This highly derived and infamously belligerent species of hypsilophodont is native to the island of Vona, but a feral population has become established in the Democratic Republic of Samaraland. These also show up in The Beasts of Kulig County. I also hate how this picture turned out and I can't fathom how I thought eschewing outlines was a good idea.

Two pterosaurs that appear in The Beasts of Kulig County, the tai (Istiodactylus) and the turu (Dsungaripterus). The tai is a full-time scavenger and generally non-aggressive, while the turu is a part-time scavenger and doesn't give a single fuck.

Giraffatitan, known in Samaraland as the twiga. One of these also appears in The Beasts of Kulig County.

Isisaurus, which in ancient times was used by the armies of Garacania as mobile battle platforms with archers (and, later, musketeers and then riflemen) on top.

Zuniceratops, known in Garacania as the gergedat, was a popular cavalry mount. Famously, the legendary Garacani princess Denika Agares I led a gergedat cavalry into battle on many campaigns. (She also appears riding one in my short story "The Messenger.")

Nigersaurus was used as a beast of burden throughout Garacania (and presumably other neighboring areas), and domesticated specimens often had their tails docked at a young age to avoid them getting in the way and whapping people in crowded urban environments. The first two concepts in the second picture were serious, and the others...progressively less so.

A very quick and dirty sketch of a scene in the Garacani territory of Ulaan Bok, showing several local Hahn Gar (an ethnic group inspired mainly by the Hmong) passing by as a Rubeosaurus grazes in the foreground.

An Isani boat, as seen in Eleven Days in the Valley.

A pachycephalosaur.

I forget what I called this guy; it's a giant relative of the alligator snapping turtle native to the Cassowary Valley, where it spends most of its time on the riverbed waiting for prey to swim into its mouth. You can't see it here, but it has a very long neck.

A rough concept for a condor-sized alpine scansoriopterygid that never really went anywhere before I put my Gondolend project on indefinite hiatus.

...And that's it for now. Yeah, there's more. See you in part two, dickheads!

#gondolend #dinopunk #my art #dinosaurs #concept art #deinonychus #yurgovuchia #istiodactylus #dsungaripterus #giraffatitan #isisaurus #zuniceratops #rubeosaurus #pterosaurs #pliosauridae #mosasauridae #pachycephalosauridae #nigersaurus #speculative zoology #speculative biology #speculative evolution

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hey! Terrific blog! So fun! Can I please request a fingolfin or turgon x reader please? The reader gets hurt, maybe they go on a patrol and are ambushed and get a large cut on their arm or stomach? Not terribly life threatening but bad enough they need to be rushed back to Gondolin. And their elf PANICS cause their s/o is in pain and losing blood! Ultimately just their elf being super lovey and protective of their hurt s/o, like bossing the medics around refusing to leave. Human reader maybe?

featuring turgon x reader

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

a/n awe thnx hun! - this kinda into a little crack fic - i hope you like it nonnie

warnings blood, injury, healers, turgon panicking and losing this cool

These roads were supposed to be safe— the borders of the large mountain— but the orcs were smarter this time.

Waiting behind borders— to ambush the patrol group.

You happened to be on the group— Turgon hated the idea of you patrolling.

But one thing you begged during the beginning of your courtship was not to let him take away your warrior title— you grew up learning the best fights and sparring techniques and you couldn't sit still and look pretty for him.

You wanted more than that— you weren't ready to give up everything you learnt, even for love— it wasn't right.

As much as Turgon hated it— he allowed it.

But as long as you stayed on the borders of the hidden city's mountains.

You hissed— your stomach wounded— while it wasn't deep, there was blood loss. You groaned and pushed your way through and killed the last of the orcs— sweat dripping on your forehead.

"Commander!— King Turgon is on his way!"

"You fool!"

You almost screeched— it was a well known fact all your soldiers were reporting back to Turgon every minute of the patrol.

It annoyed you— like Turgon didn't trust you.

You rolled your eyes at the sound of Turgon rushing through— he commanded his horse to make way.

You leaned against one of the borders and clutched your stomach— while you felt a little dizzy you tried to keep yourself steady.

"Y/N!"

He shouted and climbed off his horse.

Go away, you old mystical fool! - you wanted to shout at him.

As much as you loved him - he did get on your nerves.

His daughter - Idril, told you to just go with it— and it was the both the best and worst advice.

"My king— they are deeply wounded!"

"Am not!"

You glared at one of the soldiers.

Turgon rushed to you— his already pale ethereal face, turning paler like the skin of death.

His eyes widened at the amount of blood you were losing.

Without a word Turgon lifted you into his arms— then shouted at his soldiers.

"Ready the path!— I want the best healers on sight!— I will leave first."

He pushed you on his horse's back.

"Turu. . . am fine— please calm down!"

You said — when he climbed onto the horse and wrapped his arms carefully around you.

You noticed he was shaking like a leaf— shouting about his commands.

"Calm down?— Calm down? Y/N!— You're bleeding!"

His eyes were wide— like a fish out of water.

Sometimes you wondered, if Ulmo secretly turned him into fish for a few moments— and he was still experiencing fishmyositis!

"Yes— but am not dying, Turgon!"

You hissed— shouting certainly wasn't helping.

"Hush now— we will get you home. . ."

He kissed your forehead.

Turgon's eyebrow creased in worry— you had the urge to lift and smooth it out.

Even sleeping— Turgon's forehead was creased and you always had to smooth it out.

You swore— if it weren't for you this Nolder would have wrinkles by now.

But right now you couldn't— too weak and if you did his forehead would be painted in your blood.

You sighed— he quickly rode his horse back into the hidden city.

You could hear his heartbeat racing— and you were scared it would break out of his chest any minute now.

"Turu. . . you're panicking. . ."

"Oh— well join me, won't you?"

He almost grunted out.

"I told you not to go patroling, Y/N!— You never listen to me! — You're only human— you will die! You need stop putting yourself in danger!"

Turgon continued on his lecture until the entrance of Gondolin.

Even a worried Idril met you— but Turgon quickly told her to return to her room— then shouted at the healers.

"Well— don't just stand there!"

Right now— it amused you, the usually well-composed Turgon losing it at the sight of your blood— but you didn't dare laugh.

Turgon placed you on the bed— and the healers rushed to clean and stitch up your wound.

Your eyes widened when a total of 5 healers came to your side— you really only needed 1 or 2— and Turgon didn't allow any of them to leave the room, until the process was finished.

He held your hand— whispering sweet nothings and kissing your fingers.

His eyes twitched, glaring at the healers whenever you made discomforting noise — but you caressed his hand and pulled his gaze to you.

"Stop hurting them— your lives are on the line. Mark my words— I'll throw you off the wall of this city, if they do not-"

You whacked his arm, shutting him up— even gave him a glare.

He knew that look.

The shut your mouth, you old mystical fool look— he loved and hated it.

You sighed and turned to the 5 healers.

"Thank you for your assistance— am fine, now you may leave."

Turgon let out a disproving grunt— earning another whack from you.

"They should stay here."

He wasn't too happy about you letting him go.

You rolled your eyes.

"Well. . . if they continue to stay here, you wouldn't have the opportunity to come to my side and cuddle me. . ."

You held your arms wide open— and blinked innocently at him.

Turgon frowned— and this time you reached forward and smoothed it away.

"I might hurt you. . ."

"You need to stop looking at me like a fragile little human, Turu— I won't break."

You reassured him.

Carefully Turgon laid on the bed— beside you and pulled you into his arms.

You rested you head on his chest— happy that his heartbeat was now slow and calm.

"I love you, Y/N. . . I cannot lose you. . . not yet, am not ready for that. . ."

You sighed— as a human you wouldn't each eternity like Turgon.

"My love, please— do not fret over me like this— am indeed a warrior— I have came across worse before and survived, have a little faith in me. . .trust me. . ."

It was hard for Turgon to leave you fight— it scared him really, he preferred if you stay in the safety of the city.

He had already lost too much— he couldn't add you to the list.

As you were human— he was bound to lose you one day— but he couldn't let that day arrive too quickly.

Turgon would do everything in his power to push that day far as possible.

"Please— be careful next time, my love. . ."

You nodded and pulled him into a chaste loving and promising kiss.

silm taglist: @doodle-pops

tara's taglist: @aeonianarchives @spidergirla5 @mslizziesblog

@i-did-not-mean-to here it is! </3 silly Turu- Finno not too happy- he wanted more of Turu panicking lmao!

#turgon #turgon x reader #the silmarillion #the silmarillion x reader #the silmarillion fandom #the silmarillion turgon #gondolin #king turgon #answered #tarawrites #tolkien elves #tolkien #jrr tolkien #elves of gondolin #turgon silm #turukano #turgon the wise #king of gondolin #silmarillion

[wrongpublishing]

BOOK REVIEW: Salt Heart Press's Confirmed Sightings Triple Feature

by Elizabeth Broadbent, Staff Writer.

Confirmed Sightings, out June 1st from Salt Heart Press, serves up the cryptid stories you’ve been waiting for. It includes three novellas: “A Piasa for Christmas”, by Bridget D. Brave; “eyeofmoth.exe,” by P.L. McMillan, and “Once Upon a Time in Turu,” by Ryan Marie Ketterer. All should be familiar from other HOWLS anthologies, including Aah! That’s What I Call Horror and Collage Macabre.

Each story offers a different tone, setting, and voice. In “A Piasa for Christmas,” airheaded Kaycee discovers the love of her life: an interdimensional, all-powerful god; the novella kept me laughing til the throat-punch. Brave’s innovative structure—series of blog posts, including complaints to the commentariat—and unreliable narrator lend themselves to some serious shenanigans. 

Switch gears for “eyeofthemoth.exe,” where McMillan serves up a gory-but-heartfelt sci-fi. Elevator pitch: Mothman in space. She nails it, not only narratively, but emotionally. You’ll care about these corporate-slave spacemen. With an emotional wallop and some serious scares, the novella dishes out complex characters and non-stop action. 

Switch gears again for a detective thriller set in a city of cryptids. Fans of both will enjoy this one from Ketterer. With a Bigfoot detective, a Mothman gang, and a jackalope victim, “Turu” twists to an ending you never saw coming. 

Brave, McMillan, and Ketterer bonded over their love of Piasa, truly. Cryptid fans will love this novella.

#review #gothic fiction #short fiction #book review #horror books #fiction review #horror fiction #indie lit #indie press #indie horror #horror novella #horror collection #cryptidcore #cryptid horror #cryptid fiction #small press

[ofskysanddragonsandstars]

Shili head canons

While I enjoyed TOTJ, making Shili as a green wooded forest frustrates me. there were so many missed opportunities. Come on, Filoni, togruta are colorful and apex predators, why wouldn’t they blend in with their environment? So excuse my ramblings while I write out my ideas. 

Environment:

Keeping with the forest theme (because I do like that), the grass is actual turu grass from Legends (or fanon, whichever). So instead of green, it is colorful with red, orange, pale green and more. It matches the skin tones of the togruta, which is how they hunt because they blend in with the environment. It’s evolutionary camo! If the turu grass gets tall enough, the top will turn into blue, grey, purple - to match the white and color change of the lekku. 

Now the trees can be tall too. I actually like this idea. With how nimble Ahsoka is, you bet togruta climb trees all the time. Now, since TOTJ has the trees as evergreens (or at least look like them), I’m assuming there are lots of branches, furthering my idea of togruta as tree climbers. Again, keeping with a colorful environment, the leaves are not green, and instead are orange or red. The bark can still be brown though (not quite sure what I would call the evergreens though - evercolors?) 

Okay, so Earth has regional climates and Obi-Wan confirmed oher plants are the same way (”and this is the planet’s tropical zone” - the snarkiness of this man). Since we saw Pav-ti and other togruta in layered clothing, I’m also assuming Ahsoka’s hometown is located in a colder climate. There are changing seasons, but it does not get hot (say average summertime heat is 75-80 degrees fahrenheit). Which would be the reason Ahsoka wears revealing clothing. TPM has Anakin admit to space being cold, but if Ahsoka’s biology is naturally inclined to colder climates, the cold space wouldn’t bother her. And we see in episode A Friend in Need, Ahsoka does not shiver on Carlac (okay, it could be argued about it was adrenalin, but she had no problem taking her parka off before the fight). In warmer climates, togruta wear similar clothes we see Ahsoka wear in the earlier seasons (tube tops, strapless, open back, sleeveless, etc), which is why Ahsoka does not adopt Jedi Robes, because it is too warm. Using this logic for Shaak Ti, it would mean Shaak Ti is from warmer regions from Shili, which is why she wears Jedi robes, but in the video game The Force Unleashed, on Felucia Shaak Ti wears revealing clothing as well (yes, it obviously catered to horny video game players, but this is my fix-it, so idc). 

Okay, let’s talk about the warmer climates. It would almost be an antithesis. The turu grass is the only thing that remains the same. The trees would be shorter and not evergreens (evercolors? I need a name). Instead, I picture the warmest climates being swamp-like with vines. Depending on location to bodies of water, some locations would be a bayou. The vines and shorter limbs change the tree climbing style used. 

Skin tone/colors: 

During the Zygerria arc and TOTJ, we see many different colored togruta. So my follows human melani. The more exposure to sunlight, the darker the skin tone is. This explains how both Ahsoka and Shaak Ti have similar skin tones but Ahsoka is lighter due to her heritage in a colder climate. As for skin colors, that’s evolutionary camo! (no one can sway me from evolutionary camo) 

Akul: 

Anyone else disappointed in the beast that snatched baby ‘Soka? Come on, the teeth were different! Yeah, so I’m not considering that an akul. Obviously if togruta are predators, they are has to be more than one dangerous creator. So for now, I’m calling it a Shili tiger (if Filoni can label wolves as a Loth Wolf, then I can do the same). So this Shili tiger is big and dangerous. Pav-ti was on high alert and it caused chaos for the village. Those people were ready to go after that tiger. That means akuls are even more dangerous, highlighting the skills Ahsoka and Shaak Ti have to take down an akul. So, my idea is that akuls also hunt alone, like the Shili tiger did in TOTJ. But I also want to use Pav-ti’s words about how everything lives and dies (balance of the force, anyone?) So, hunting to simply kill an animal is taboo. There has to be legitimate reason to kill an animal (hunt for food - kybuck, or to get Ahsoka back from the Shili tiger). So, that means when Ahsoka and Shaak Ti killed an akul, it was in self-defense or to protect others. And to make the teeth into a headband? That is a deterrent for akuls to hunt them when they are outside the village. I like to think that akuls are the most dangerous animal on shili not only due to strength or stealth, but also because of its knowledge of togruta. Perhaps togruta are its favorite meal. This could lead to religious aspects of togruta culture (that’s something I’ll come back too later)

Physiology of the akul: large, triangular golden teeth seen on the headbands, scale-like body rather than fur (makes it harder to cut), and really good night vision eyes. (More ideas can be added here but i’m not a zoologist - any takers?)

Anyways, thanks for coming to my TedTalk about a fictional world. I have many more ideas that I want to flesh out but these were the most prominent. I really want to explore possibilities for Shili culture - like why do they have a colony on Kiros, what religion they have, marriage and family dynamics, matriarchal society, rites of passages, other traditions that Pav-ti follows and why they are “old ways”, egalitarianism, the jobs relating to hunting and art clashing on fundamentals of peace vs hunting, and the social hierarchy 

#We love fix-it ideas #My anthropology class took hold #Loth wolves #idk her #I only know shili tigers #swtcw #shili #togruta society #its evolutionary camo #totj

[bl00dalchemist]

This may be weird but I love the clothes your ocs wear. They're all so pretty and just. Perfect for them???

Thanks! I don't think it's weird at all but it is a lil funny bc i just draw random clothes on them most of the time (especially kinto and gillian) with the exception of turu who has a defined outfit

[kiwikipedia]

Can I know more about Arvid? I saw him mentioned in @kit-fisto-obsessive ‘s fic and you talk about him some on here but I haven’t seen much of him on your own AO3

GLADLY

I have a couple posts on Arvid here but I don't think I've really put much on AO3 at all of him. I think he only appears in passing mentions such as in dual wield where he's mentioned by Cin.

Anywhooo~

I did an introduction post here with his old design and a new design and some alters here but I can go over it again ehehe

Basically:

Arvid Carin is best mates with Jaro Tapal and the partner of Dex Jettster. He's also an Artisan Jedi Master as the current head of the Woodworking Department of the Division and has trained one padawan, the current Second Hand of the Department— Turu.

He's from another one of my fan-made races, a dragon species that has branching roots in the Fae and Spirits. While there are a few of them across the Galaxy, but he's specifically an Inferno Drakon hailing from the volcanic planet Surlogi.

Like all Inferno Drakon who have chosen to assume a more humanoid appearance and leave Surlogi, Arvid has a number of forms that he can assume.

His true form is a massive, wingless dragon with the full length being about half as long as the temple is wide.

His main form is about 6'9" standing upright without his horns, though he slouches a lot. This is what most people see him as, and while his legs are still humanoid, his feet are definitely still that same clawed dragon look.

His combat form is a bit more draconic, his legs change to be more dragon-like and his hands become more clawed with more scales appearing under and through his skin. he's about 7'10 at that height when fully upright

His "compact" form or resting form is either after a fight or when conditions are met that require him to condense into an almost fully human form just to keep from exploding outwards into his true form. He's about 5'10 - 6' tall in that form but is much hotter to the touch than the other two humanoid forms. Almost scalding.

Save for the last one, Arvid retains his horns and tail in his human forms and has a very high body temperature

Personality wise he's known as a quiet, tired, and reserved individual to pretty much everyone and while true, he is also incredibly kind and compassionate.

His tiredness stems from his inability to find a good way to sleep with horns and a tail along with having just a general insomnia. He spends his waking hours working and often avoids people if possible while he does so he doesn’t lose focus. He enjoys listening to people talk though, so if he’s sought out while working for conversation it’s very one sided but he’s paying attention

While he enjoys children and doesn't mind them clinging to him for warmth, he states he'd be a very bad Master now days, to which Turu assures him that he was a fine Master when They were learning under him. Arvid also states he'd be a bad parent, though it is noted that he makes a decent father figure to Dex's adoptive daughter Onyx.

ofc despite all of this, Arvid is still a dragon and he does have a rather dangerous temper when it gets to that point. Basically:

Arvid Cairn was slow to anger, just like the magma flows his kind were borne from. Slow to anger, yet extremely dangerous when he did.

A forgotten fact to some.

The cracking of bones under his grip was something that wasn’t quite foreign to him— but it had been a long time. Been a long time since he had felt this angry.

I have some other little bits of triva, but these are the big parts.

Theres a lot of describing points that follow fire/volcano analogies lol

#Arvid Cairn (PKWSW) #Penguinkiwi OCs #Dexvid (Ship) #Anon Tag #Penguinkiwi Answers Stuff #Kiwikipedia OCs #<- Easing into a new tag!