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[sentimental-obsessions]

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[curryvillain]

.@JahLilMusicJA Stays "Above Water" With New Single

Life has it challenges, how we handle them determines a positive or negative outcome. Overall, we just want better, and we’re in one piece through it all. Reggae Artist Jah Lil has his share of ups and downs, but he is determined to make good things happen. He is a fighter, and he looks to encourage us with the new single, “Above Water“. Produced by Ziah Push through Habitat Studios and released…

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#13thstreetpromo #13thstreetpromotions #Above Water #blog #Fernando F. Hevia #Give Thanks Music #Habitat Studios #Jah Lil #jamaica #jamaican #music #music video #Out Deh #reggae #reggae music #riddim #video #youtube #Ziah

[ivorywork]

#ziah #photography #fashion #style #scarf #women #womenstyle #ivorywork #aesthetic #vogue #tumblr pics #design #stripped

[parziivale]

Art Fight for Orlageddon of Ziah (He/him)!

#Parzii Art #Art Fight #Ziah #Nunuke #Closed Species #Orlageddon #vuorinen

[typingfool]

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 ;; nikolai lantsov

pairing ; Nikolai Lantsov x fem!Reader platonic / mentions ; tamar yul-bataar, tolya yul-bataar

outline —; Nikolai isn’t the only royal member in the Sturmhond Crew. 

WARNINGS —: none.

Word Count —; 621

A/N —; just wanted to write something again, i've been stuck in a writer's rut. NOT BOOK ACCURATE. THIS IS BASED ON THE SHOW; SHADOW AND BONE. so sorry if it's short, i'll expand on this later. for now, enjoy !!

“You’re whom?” 

His tired question echoes, voice bouncing across the room, making Nikolai slightly bite his inner cheek. He shook his head, blonde hair messily falling over the edge of his brows. You sat with your back against the headboard, the weight of your knees covering your chest. He carefully repeated his question; “Who are you?” 

You lay your cheek against your knee, a familiar smile broadly appearing across your face. A sleepy expression carried your next words, as though you weren’t thinking about what you were saying. “Secondborn Princess of Novyi Zem.” You replied with a yawn. 

Nikolai sat on the edge of the bed, the fabric of the tunic fit his body perfectly, and you forced yourself not to stare. Peaking your gaze towards your clothes. He scoffed, his hand extending to your face. His fingers found their way to your chin, forcing you to look at him. With amusement evident in his voice, he said; “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Your fingers curled around his wrist, pulling it away, the absence of his touch lingered across the skin of your chin. Rolling your eyes, your head fell back against the bed’s headboard. “Sure, of course, I would tell you, Prince Nikolai.” You teased, shaking your head, arms wrapping around your legs. “You didn’t think you were the only royal one on board, did you?” 

Nikolai plopped himself on the bed, with his palm on his forehead, scoffing. 

No wonder you were so enticing. So polite and kind. Your posture told your status, you held your head high, shoulders on-alert, hands crossed or over each other (because, who would hold your hands if it grew cold?). Your choices were impulsive, for sure, but that was only due to the fact that the luxury of choice isn’t a right to a Princess, especially a Secondborn. The attention is with the Firstborn, the first light, the first star, the responsible, the role model. 

How could Nikolai miss all those traits? The traits that made him love you deeply. In secret. With the doors locked, he would hold his aching heart, wishing that Sturmhond is his real name. 

Then again, you adopted an alias. One that felt so uneasy leaving his tongue. He felt the need to say your real name, if you so kindly give him the permission to. “What is your name?” Nikolai asked, peeking down on your tired figure. 

You left your spot and settled beside him, elbows touching. You said your name without looking at him, carrying the bitterness of your title alongside your identity. 

“Princess…” He started slowly, maybe sleepily. His whispery voice stopped, before he turned to face you. Your gaze was still fixed on the ceiling, ignoring the Prince’s tracing eyes over your profile. “No,” He stopped, then said your name. 

The weight of your responsibilities came tumbling down. And Saints didn’t matter to you anymore, the ongoing war of Ravka, destroying the Fold, Kirigan’s return… nothing mattered. Nothing. Your name never sounded so common, yet so rare. Your parents named you after a Queen, and as the saying goes, ‘Name her after a Queen and expect her to act like one.’ 

For a moment, you were so thankful that you were in a foreign land. One that didn’t recognize your name in its meaning. Thankful for your impulsive and rash decision that one midnight. The one night you fled, met Tamar and Tolya, and joined Sturmhond’s Crew. 

The one night that changed your view in a world so cruel. That, perhaps, a stranger’s name could belong to you. But he proved you wrong. Your name belongs to you. 

“Out there, Princess” Nikolai pointed to the walls, eyes closed. “In here, No titles,” Nikolai smiled. 

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#'ziah writes 🕯 #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x yn #nikolai lantsov imagine #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov x y/n #shadow and bone x reader #nikolai sturmhond x reader

[pilvimarja]

Willard & Rusty for @monlcabarbaro

#Footloose #Footloose 2011 #Miles Teller #Willard Hewitt #Rusty Rodriguez #Ziah Colon #edit request #pilvimarja edits

[ahatintime-oc-competition]

Season 2 Round One

Summer ( @cosmic-whoreo ) VS Ziah ( @odetoalostpairofkeys )

Read about Summer here

Read about Ziah here

#season 2 round 1 #oc: summer #oc: ziah

[astreinomane]

I believe in bisexual Sadie Kane supremacy.

#the kane chronicles #riordanverse #sadie kane #bisexual #tkc headcanon #riordanverse headcanon #sexuality headcanon #headcanon #i mean #she's already canonically queer #(did we forgot that she ended up in a fucking poly relationship with both Walt and Anubis?) #i just think... #no! i firmly believe that she is also into girls #i can't be the only one who remembers the way she described Ziah's eyes when she first met her #ziah was literally sadie's bisexual awakening #anyway #this is my headcanon #and no one can convince me otherwise #bisexual sadie kane #sanubis #sadie x walt #saltnubis #sadie x jaz #jaz x sadie

[bradshawsbaby]

Am I the only one who was way more invested in this relationship than in Ren and Ariel’s?

#they were so cute 🥹 #willard and rusty #willard x rusty #miles teller #ziah colon #footloose #footloose 2011

[saberwitch]

went a little wild making new characters and trying stuff but I think I have settled down a little and am going to stick with a few builds that I'm having the most fun with

Xyllrae: Drow Cleric, War Domain

Not really a "build", per se, just your basic War Cleric. Most of my choices with her are going to be thematic, focusing on her Drow heritage and relationship with Eilistraee.

(tagged as #xyllrae the sword dancer)

Tales: Tiefling Paladin/Warlock, Oathbreaker/Fiend Patron

I've seen a few versions of this idea, and I'm pulling from a couple different sources depending on what seems to be working the best. Tales will likely be the closest I get to a "not 100% good" character.

(tagged as #tales the oathbreaker)

Dalriada: Tiefling Warlock/Bard, Archfey Patron/College of Lore

Purely based on a video I saw (link below) for a thematic "Succubus" build, focusing on control and utility. I am tempted to run her in a party of hirelings just for their vaguely thrall-like behaviour.

(tagged as #riada the succubus)

I have a couple of other ideas I want to mess around with, like a Sorcadin, but these three ladies are going to be my main focus for the next little while.

(Xyllrae is just about ready to move on to Act 2, I just have the Adamantine Forge left to do.)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 rambles #character rambles #senpai ziah

[natashatrace]

okay but willard abiding by the ‘no fighting’ rule at the dance until the moment rusty tells willard to fight back and then he goes after it

something something they are couple goals etc etc

#footloose #miles teller #ziah colon #willard hewitt #rusty rodriguez #rustywillard #want to gif a couple moments from this bc that’s how I am

[odetoalostpairofkeys]

More Ziah stuff

She doesn't talk much, which doesn't bother the goats or the nomads. She mostly just wanders around, helping out wherever and looking for cool things. If the nomads can't find something, they check with her first because she has a somewhat loose definition of private property. She'll give it back if they ask though!

Whenever the sun is at the highest point in the sky, she likes to climb to the tallest area and sit there for about an hour. No one knows what she does because most of the highest places are very inaccessible unless you're a bird or something. She is incredibly good at climbing somehow.

#my art #traditional art #a hat in time #a hat in time oc #OC Ziah #I will probably draw her possessed by the flowers at some point #Still need to decide on her colors. And also need to find my good color pencils.

[lampung7com]

Takziah ke Rumah Duka Habib Zen Bin Umar, Kapolri: Beliau Saya Anggap Ayah Sendiri

Takziah ke Rumah Duka Habib Zen Bin Umar, Kapolri: Beliau Saya Anggap Ayah Sendiri

LAMPUNG7COM | Kapolri Jenderal Listyo Sigit Prabowo melakukan takziah ke rumah duka Habib Zen bin Umar di kawasan Pejaten Barat, Jakarta Selatan, Kamis 11 Agustus 2022. Ia memberikan penghormatan terakhir untuk almarhum dan pihak keluarga. “Dalam kesempatan ini, saya bertujuan untuk memberikan penghormatan sekaligus mendoakan almarhum. Serta, sedikit berbincang dengan keluarga untuk menyampaikan…

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#habib #Jakarta #Kapolri #rumah duka #ta&039;ziah

[summernightsdawn]

A LETTER TO YOU !

handwritten letter // matchup event

hello and welcome !! handwritten letter is a little project i've made out of pure boredom, in which you send in asks and i reply with a character i think fits your tastes !!

matchups temporarily closed ( further information under cut )

simple guideline and rules ;;

i. as you know, this is a matchup event - send in some of your basic personality traits, hobbies, likes and pet peeves. you can send in whatever you'd like - it's preferable to add your preferred gender, age, and type.

ii. ageless asks will auto to an adult.

iii. anons must be signed under a nickname or emoji combo ( 🧸 anon ,, ziah ,, etc. ) if not, i'll be picking out a little trait i found unique in you hh ( anon that likes _ ,, etc. )

iv. you may request more than one character, but you have a limit of five.

v. you can request for more than one fandom under one ask.

fandoms i write for ;;

vi. i prefer to do things one-by-one ( for anyone wondering when their request will come !! :3 )

vii. whenever my inbox reaches a certain amount or i have a busy schedule, i close my requests for a bit and open back up once i've done 35% of my requests (for anyone that's wanting to send in a request 😭 )

i. genshin impact

ii. honkai: star rail

iii. reverse: 1999

iv. twisted wonderland

v. obey me! swd/nb

vi. project sekai

#𖹭 ࣪ handwritten letter #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 x you #r1999 x reader #r1999 x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twst x reader #twst x you #obey me x reader #obey me x you #project sekai x reader #project sekai x you #matchups #tinamad ako mag-add pa ng tags HAHAHA

[typingfool]

𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 / 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐀 ;; wednesday addams

Pairing ;; Wednesday Addams x gn!winged!Reader

outline —; Confessing to Wednesday Addams is... something else.

word count —: 2.3k

WARNINGS —: cursing, SUGGESTIVE, LIKE VERY.

themes / tags —: reader is gender-neutral. divina is non-binary.

A/N: reblogs and comments are appreciated. there are some other fics i wanted to write for wednesday. have some gender-neutral divina and reader as dorm mates! and some wings too, may i add. enjoy :)

There is no number or word that can describe love. The only way to describe it is to feel it. To be in it. Similarly, love isn’t a never ending circle, going around and saying the same thing. For centuries, science has explained it too – the love for friends, the love for lovers, the love for parents, the love for certain objects. 

In history, the Greeks have words for love. Sitting in history lessons in one of the many rooms in Nevermore, your wings folded, your eyes staring directly at the board, as the teacher spoke. A school mate, similar to you with wings of down feathers, smiled in your direction, staring intently. 

Some didn’t seem to care about the knowledge they’re learning, some were confused (one of them being you, though, you were just ecstatic that all these people were learning that love isn’t just love). Some were guilty – you knew because you felt them, you felt that they never ‘love’ the way it is expected. 

“Ludus is the playful form of love. This may describe your type of romance; teasing, flirting, and teenage love.” The teacher explained, dragging her tone through the room, the class is quiet, accepting the new form of knowledge into their minds. 

The first period class really had you smiling. A swelled understandment filled your stomach as if it was thirsty for affection and attention. Who knew the Greeks could understand you? In ways more than one. Besides its occasional tales of myths and legends (that you personally indulge in, though too embarrassed to say anything about it), you were surprised that this knowledge is never passed down unto society. 

Only ‘friendship’ and ‘love’ were understood. If the normies altogether had a voice they would probably say; What else is there to it? 

The thought made you snicker. Hours passed; preoccupied students were busy shuffling the hallways, getting ready for the falling night. You watched through the infirmary window as the courtyard emptied out. “You bird!” The nurse called, looking at you with wide eyes. This did not surprise you but it did make you jump in your chair, your feathers in alert mode as you felt ants seeping through your skin. “I told you, this girl, here,” She pointed to Yoko, who snickered in response, hiding her laughter. “She is okay! No need to crowd this place! Look at your wings- Giant!” She reached her hand out, pinching a feather, making you hiss in staggerment. 

“Okay! Okay! I’m just worried about my friend.” You said, cowering out of the door, waving Yoko a goodbye before she could touch the ends of your feathers too. You huffed, wings fluttering in a shiver. The thumping of your own boots thundered in your ears, silencing any form of thoughts that raced through your mind. Silencing the outside world for a while, walking to your dorm subconsciously. 

For a moment, you ceased in a quiet hallway, contemplating whether to comfort Enid in her time of distress. Pending for a second that your wings enclosed in a relaxed position, folding itself. I don’t need to think about this situation, you mentally facepalmed. 

You headed to your dorm, waving a slight hello to Divina. They didn’t let you pass the window though, blocking your view of the outside world before you could fly out. Worry flooded their eyes as they frantically blurted out a word. “The nurse wouldn’t let me-”

You intercepted, putting a hand on their shoulder. “Let you see her? Me too but I’ve seen, Tanaka is fine, it’s just an allergic reaction.” You calmly stated, your wings subconsciously wrapping around them into a hug. They wrapped their arms around your shoulders too, unable to decide whether to hold your waist or back. “She’ll be out before you know it.” You pulled away, smiling. 

Divina nodded, stepping out of the window. “Tell me how your confession goes.” They teased, opening their closet and picking out a jacket. They headed to the bathroom. 

You opened the window, searching for Ophelia Hall in the many buildings until your eyes landed on the half-rainbow cobwebbed window. “Not yours to know,” You yelled in a responsive tone, hands on the railing, keeping your body balanced, poking your head out of the cold air. Making sure that no one is watching, you search left to right as if you were checking a road before crossing. “Nightshades again?” You asked, pushing your head in, grabbing a jacket of your own. 

Divina fixed their hair, responding with a nod. “At least look decent, who are you meeting? Enid or Addams?” They blindly asked. 

Disbelief left your mouth as a laugh. You loudly shut your closet, running up to the window, shutting it down as if anyone could hear from your own dorm. “Do you think Wednesday would care what I wear?” You emphasized clearly on her name, grabbing a hair brush. You rubbed the back of your neck before remembering the reason for your arrival at their dorm. “And anyway, I wanted to see Enid, she’s upset because of…” Your voice trailed, realizing that Divina is the person you’re talking to. You didn’t want to upset her any further, though luckily, she was busy adjusting her necklace to even listen to you. 

Divina smiled playfully. “Well, people say she’s allergic to color. But honestly, she’s pulling off the black and white outfits.” They replied, shrugging. The sneakers they wore dragged a rushed sound. Though it stopped when they turned on their heel to face you again. “Yet, here you are, putting no effort into your fits.” 

You huffed, rolling your eyes, as you leaned into the mirror. “I’m pretty decent, if you ask me. Or Wednesday.” You happily affirmed. 

Divina shrugged in defeat, waving you off. “Just make sure to be there, Bianca hates you.” 

Shaking your head, you opened the window again, jumping up the railing, spreading your wings. “Tell her the feeling is mutual.” With that, you leaped out, snickering at the response ‘that’s jackshit, Xavier hates you too’, spreading your wings to bring yourself up to the window once more, satisfied that Divina took in the words you most definitely meant. You carefully pulled down the window, leaving a big enough gap for your hands to fit in. 

You flew higher, the cold air reaching your whole body. Jacket or not, the cold bothered you. Though, post-autumn has finally worn out. The start of cold winds were scaring you for the snow. And god, were you thankful that you didn’t have to shovel it all? Yes, of course, you were. 

Your feet landed on the cold ground, as wind slightly pushed you back. You flap your wings in the process, creating a whirlwind that nearly knocked out the musical note stand. Thankfully, you weren’t too far to not catch it and disrupt a loud bang. Cold seeped through your footwarmers, each step you took warmed up your body eventually. Since, you couldn’t fit through the window (credits to the wings you carried), instead, you knocked, poking your head in. 

“Enid!” You called on excitedly, only to find her bed empty, neatly arranged. Your head turned to her roommate’s bed. Next to it is a dissatisfied Wednesday, her hands briefly above the typewriter. “Where is she?” You asked, emphasizing your question even more as you raised a brow. 

Wednesday sighed, standing up from her chair. “Sulking and complaining to Ajax or Divina,” She explained, leading you out of the window by giving your forehead a gentle flick. You mouthed an ‘oh’ shape, knowing where that would lead to. Your mind wandered if Ajax could comfort Enid in such a way, because, knowing him — it would be an easy yet ineffective display, mostly because of his tiny, little serpents. 

The scent of Wednesday Addams attained your senses, though, the spinning of the glass window in front of you distracted it. You can see a new addition to the dorm; a giant detective board, with pictures of disgusting pieces of body parts, it almost made you drop and vomit. Almost, not until Wednesday inquired with a furrowed brow (you could tell); “Why is it your concern?” 

You turned, glancing to the back of her head. Walking up to her was easy, taking mental note not to stand too far nor too close, figuring that Wednesday didn’t like close and intimate proximities. “She was upset that Yoko got an allergic reaction again.” You answered truthfully. You saw her shake gently. A swift chance of courage shook your presence. “I also came here to talk to you actually.” 

Wednesday’s mouth dropped into a firm line, almost frowning. Her solemn face returned, however, when she looked at you. “Make it quick.” She commanded. 

You beamed, wings fluttering in excitement, and Wednesday knew it was going to be a long talk, or night, if you made your move. You propped yourself up at the balcony, sitting comfortably, your eyes straightforward. “Don’t you admire your parent’s love for each other?” 

Wednesday is right, she mentally prepared herself for her own upcoming answer, a tiny voice in her throat buried itself until she gave it full thought. “I do, why?” 

You bit your inner cheeks, nodding to your side, as you cleared your throat. “Their love is called Pragma; long standing love.” Shifting your sentences to something less obvious isn’t something you had me mind. “They might’ve had a friendship too, which is Philia.” 

Wednesday raised her brows, an inquiry isn’t something she’ll speak out in these conversations. But then again, she is an Addams, her opinions most likely matter because of the pressure that she instills on them. “Friendship? Before marriage, there’s… friendship?” She tried not to show the hesitant tone that concluded her sentence, a rushed tone dragged the tension. 

You shook your head in a ‘no’, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Not just before marriage, no. It’s something you have before any type of romance.” Without the knowledge of whose dropping these words but you, yourself, obliged you to speak more. Wednesday seemed confounded in your knowledge, conflict reached blood, as it ran cold. 

The thought of you having experienced a friendship that turned into… whatever her parents had, or, as you called it; Philia and Pragma. She had to admit, bearing that sight is a nightmare. 

Grabbing your wrists, Wednesday stood in front of you, holding your waist as you involuntarily yelped without the support of your hand on the cold marble. Her fingers dug into your side, into your jacket, as her eyes trailed in confusion. The girl in front of you blinked, a stricken flick of anger visible in her expressions. “Have you ever loved someone like that?” Wednesday inquired, glancing up at you, she held your gaze, before averting her own. 

The pacing of your heart quickened, lup-dup, lup-dub, lup-dub, lup-dub, lup-dub. Without the huffed breaths, you would’ve fallen in peace. You were certain Wednesday couldn’t catch you, so you managed to stay alive. Taking a breath and moving closer, inch to inch with Wednesday Addams; nose nuzzled, minty breath of yours, mixed with the scent of… coffee? Something of the sort, you couldn’t tell due to your proximity. “You.” 

Surprisingly, Wednesday didn’t back away when you stepped in closer, she only closed the gap that accompanied the two of you. Catching your lips into hers, moving in sync with your own. Her other hand accompanied your lower back, rubbing it in circles. Your hands found freedom in her jaw, cold fingers against it, underlining the perfect structure. 

Wednesday pulled away, catching her breath, forehead against yours. She gave your lips another peck, which you reciprocated. Your eyes gently shut, recalling the last of what you could see was Wednesday’s half-shut eyes. A flooding warm of heat pulled your stomach down as she deepened the kiss. 

Ecstasy engulfed you and (hopefully) Wednesday. 

Forgetting that breathing existed is something you would’ve never forgotten, afterall, not after this. You needed air although worry didn’t cross your mind, not once, when this is happening. Nothing could be processed actually. The only thoughts that occupy your mind is Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday. 

You pulled away, chest heaving up and down for breaths, a still laugh erupting from your throat. “Who taught you how to kiss like that?” You asked, cockiness reached your lips, quirking upwards into a smile. You were pulled up with a jerk of her shoulders, diminishing the cruelty that settled on your lips, which were puffy and pink now. 

Wednesday settled in a firm hug, burying her face into your jacket. A quiet sniffle of laughter carefully rolled out of your tongue. She wrinkled her nose, bringing her chin to your shoulders. She responded, bringing her head up. “My parents, they always kiss in front me and my brother.” 

You nodded in understanding, a hum vibrating your chest in response. You closed your eyes in the warmth of her body near you, feeling a tug of your jacket with her fingers. The exposure of your warm, clothed skin to the wind did not make you please. Not until Wednesday’s mouth found closure in your skin, her warm tongue and soft lips sucking on it carefully. 

This made your eyes open in shock, a kept groan couldn’t contain itself, leaving your mouth with no permission. “Addams,” You meekly called, averting your eyes to the side, though, your head jerked up; giving her more skin to attack. “Someone- someone will notice.” You warned, fingers circling her back as an attempt to call after her. 

Wednesday obliged. Though, she smirked at it, noticing the bruise, pulling your jacket back to its place in your neck. A glimpse of visible purple marks accompanied it. An audible groan left your mouth, hiding your face to the side, as your wings wrapped the two of you. “What?” She asked, closely inspecting the wrapped wings that shook slightly. “Be thankful it’s not your lips, it would’ve been far worse.” She concluded. 

Goosebumps overtook your body. Jumping down from your spot, cautious as to not step on Wednesday. You hugged her closely. “What are we now?” 

Wednesday raised a brow, you were sure a tender smile attended her features. “Pragma and Philia, as you said.” 

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[ahatintime-oc-competition]

Ziah

(belongs to @odetoalostpairofkeys )

Ziah lives in the Alpine Skyline with the nomads and the goats! No one is quite sure who she actually is, she just showed up one day. But they're all quite charmed by her! She uses her staff to slide along the flags and climb around. Her backpack was given to her by the Badge Seller. She gets infected by the evil purple flowers later on, but she gets better! (Mostly)

#oc: ziah #ahit oc profiles