#A DOR ABL E

[consciouschunkofmoss]

why is picturing katerina and aglaya out in the steppe and the gorkhon making me cry like ?? thank you that is indeed a pretty image with loads of symbolism but also its literally 6 in the morning my brain hasnt even processed emotions yet

[swanmaids]

original character-focussed fic recs

One of the best feelings for me as a fic writer in this fandom is when somebody tells me that they liked one of my original characters. Character creation can be hard work and nerve-wracking, so it’s really rewarding whenever people tell me that it’s paid off. This fandom has a wealth of fantastic, memorable original characters, so I wanted to make a recommendation list of some of my favourite fics that feature them. The fics in this list are a range of lengths, ratings, warnings, and themes, and I’m hoping everyone will be able to find something to their taste here.

Of course this list is not exhaustive, and I’m always open to more recommendations!

All the splendour they could bear by asterisq; t, 1k, cntw.

The Ar-Pharazôn (& Sauron) regime commissions art for the temple. The artist tries to survive the assignment.

Bitter Heart, Bitter Heart by thegreatpumpkin; f!Galathil/OFC, t, 20k, nawa.

She had loved her brother better once. She had loved them all better once; but too many times she had swallowed bitterness, and now her heart was all sown with ashes and salt. Noble Celeborn, wise Celeborn, shining in his place beside the king! Galathil was reminded at every turn of the ways in which she did not measure up.

The Bread Maker’s Lament by havisham; Morwen & OFC, t, 1k, nawa.

A young woman, living in First Age Hithlum, grapples with grief and loss, and bakes bread.

The Carpenter’s Son by @kareenvorbarra; OFC/OMC, m, 9k, rape/noncon.

An untold story of conquered Dor-lómin, in which an Easterling carpenter has a child by his Hadorian slave.

The Constant Gardner by tehta; OFC & Egalmoth, t, 4k, nawa.

Running Yavanna’s errands in First Age Middle-earth is a tough job, but someone has to do it.

To die in the light by @skyeventide; Maedhros & OFC, m, 6k, violence.

A thrall escapes Angband. This is the journey of what comes after.

Dwell in death’s shadow by @undercat-overdog; Curufin/Wife, g, 3.5k, nawa.

A child eavesdrops on an argument he was never meant to hear.

an ecstatic accident by void and fire by Chestnut_Pod; g, 0.5k, nawa.

Follow the blue roads of Arda.

The Elf Who Circumnavigated Arda in a Ship of Their Own Making by @arofili​; OC & OFC, g, 1k, nawa

Three letters home from a Telerin adventurer.

Far Too Many of You Dying by @starspray; OFC & Teleri, t, 1k, cntw.

After the Noldor depart, Alqualondë is left reeling.

Four Winters by @aipilosse; Celegorm & OFC, t, 6k, nawa.

Four winters in the life of Gwíneth, daughter of Urthel. A rescue, a hunt, a fall, and the abyss.

His Hour Had Come by @polutrope; Saeros & OFC, g, 1k, nawa.

Saeros' daughter reflects on the life and actions of her father.

Lost at Sea by starspray, Uinen & OFC, 0.4k, g, nawa.

An Avarin elf accidentally gets lost at sea and gets stuck halfway onto the Straight Road. Uinen helps out.

These Newborn Shores by @kazaera; t, 14k, nawa.

It's the early Second Age and the Host of the Valar have just departed. The disparate refugees now sitting on the new shores of Lindon, tasked with building the fleet of Númenor even as they are still reeling from Beleriand's destruction, must find a way to move forward despite their losses.

Figuring out where to get their clothes from would be a good place to start.

Not by the Hand of Man by Sath, Tar-Miriel/OFC, e, 7k, nawa.

After his chief priestess is assassinated, Sauron summons his most powerful servant, a woman of Far Harad, to Númenor.

on a long road (miles to go) by Solanaceae, g, 5k, cntw.

Andreth in the House of Adanel.

One Who Holds by @slightnettles Elrond & OFC, g, 4k, nawa.

As the War of Wrath and the breaking of Beleriand approach, a woman of the Easterlings meets a young Elrond.

SeaLight by Anerea; g, 0.3k, nawa.

A Telerin Elf's first experience of the waters of Belegaer, at the end of the Great Journey.

A Seduction by The_Wavesinger; Tar-Miriel/OFC, e, 2k, cntw.

Tar-Míriel attempts to take revenge on her husband by seducing his sister.

Si la mar fuera de leche by Chestnut_Pod, Elros/OFC, Elros & OCs, t, 23k, nawa.

Ten years after the Valar pulled Númenor dripping from the sea, Elros receives a visitor.

Starlit Waves by raiyana; Cirdan/OFC, m, 2k, nawa.

“Congratulations, my love, you have made a plank. Yet again.”   Dry tones teased his ears softly, the silent footsteps of his beloved Ngilith giving him no warning of her approach.

Talathien by maerzkindt; Haleth & OFCs g, 7k, nawa.

Linnoril, a woman from the group later known as House of Hador, returns to her mother's folk of the Haladin and joins the guard. An exploration of reconnecting, forming new bonds and playing fast and loose with First Age Edain lore.

The Thousand Stories by herenortherenearnorfar; OFC/OFC, t, 19k, mcd.

They're important, the myths people tell about themselves, about their histories. You can learn a lot from a tale or seven.

A Traitor’s Issue by herenortherenearnorfar; OFC & OFC,t, 16k, violence.

Ulfang's daughters(in-law) seek aid in the aftermath. Reckoning with their own grief and choices (or lack thereof) they navigate Angband, the nightmare they grew up with, now the only place they can turn for help.

The “Unmarried” Queen - Deficiencies in Numenorean Scholarship by Sath; Tar-Telperien/OFC, g, 1k, nawa.

Rosie Cotton and Samwise Gamgee's granddaughter, a scholar of short stature and lofty goals, finds an earth-shattering document being used to steady a table leg in Minas Tirith.

Willow-Meads by Narya_Flame; g, 5k, nawa.

a willow-spirit, some places she went, and the people she met.

the wind that shakes the mountain by platinum_firebird; OFC/OFC, t, 2k, nawa.

The tale of Mazlav, daughter of Temolv, chieftain of the Uzba clan; and of how she met her lover and companion-in-arms, Aalta of Ishahú.

With the Stars in the Darkness and the Love in the Light by Zdenka; Haleth/OFC, Haleth/Goldberry, Nellas/Goldberry, t, 3k, nawa.

At Nienor's request, the women of Brethil share stories and songs about Haleth, the river's daughter, and those they loved.

[guapoduoshipper]

JUST A GUAPODUOSHIPPER PLAYLIST SONG #24

Solidão - Cefa feat. Lucas Silveira (Fresno)

An analysis of this song using qRoier's point of view, especially after purgatory:

Eu miro pro céu, mas não saio do chão

I aim for the sky, but I don't leave the ground

My interpretation of this phrase is related to qRoier's self-destructive behavior. Him climbing to the top floor of the castle and almost like an instinct, a habit, walking towards the balcony hoping maybe that would be the end, maybe this time he will reach the sky if he jumps...? When in reality, he never left the ground, no matter how many times he tried.

Sorrio com os olhos pra solidão

E mostro o que ninguém devia ver

Escondo quem devia ser

I smile looking at loneliness

And I show what no one should see

I hide who I should be

After going through so much emotional exhaustion, feeling alone once again, he can no longer fake a smile. For the first time he's showing what he thought it should never be seen, after all "I'm just a clown" as he said it himself. Always smiling, happy, he's fun, always making jokes and making other people laugh... That's how he should be, right?

Os dias são sempre tão cinza

E o coração não pulsa mais tinta

And the heartbeat no longer has ink

And the heartbeat no longer has ink

I can picture two situations where this fits, first and more literally: qRoier's stopping painting after bobby's death, and the other, analyzing deeper, the fact that qCellbit now has the red hoodie. The spider-man red hoodie, the representation of qRoier's happiness, which he only wore it again after the marriage proposal, but now is not even with him. Wearing full black clothes, nothing seems to have the same colors, the same vivacity. "It doesn't shine like it used to, Pepito".

O relógio atira as horas

Atravessa o meu peito

E devora o pouco de paz que restava aqui

The clock shots [like bullets] the hours

It crosses my chest

And devours the little peace that was left here

qRoier sometimes loses track of time, as he constantly remembers what happened in purgatory. Just like some people analyzed, it's as if he's still in purgatory, he never left the boat. Tormented by everything that happened after going to that place, he no longer finds peace of mind anywhere. And a small detail that I found interesting about this this verse of the song and qRoier, is the fact that the first scar he got on the island was exactly because of something that went through his chest/back.

Se decidir partir

Prometa não voltar

É que eu me acostumei

A sempre esperar

O fim me dar a mão

Somos sempre só eu e a solidão

If you decide to go

Promise not to come back

It's just that I got used to be

Always waiting

For the end to hold my hand

It's always just me and the loneliness

To me, this verse in itself defines qRoier well enough. Always waiting to be left alone. And finding himself alone, again and again. Lonely.

A vida me trapaceou

E o medo me fez tropeçar em mim mesmo

Life betrayed me

And fear made me trip over myself

He got backstabed, lost trust in his closest friends, had his son taken away from him, went through so much pain and despair, got separated from those he loves and that are part of his family... Well, the list is even longer than this.

Nem vi quando o dia raiou

E euforia virou desespero

I didn't even see when the day dawned

And euphoria turned to despair

Sleeping became a nightmare in itself. He lost count of how many days he stayed up until late without being able to close his eyes, without being able to rest his mind for even a second. Nights when he slept hugging his husband, feeling his breathing, hearing his heartbeat, comfort. Knowing that he would wake up and see qCellbit nearby, was all he needed. Now every sunrise feels like just another reminder that things still suck and how much he's still hurting. Alone.

Eu finjo que sei quem eu sou

Toda vez que encaro o espelho

E o sorriso que esconde a dor

Não desfaz o que há aqui dentro

I pretend I know who I am

Every time I face the mirror

And the smile that hides the pain

Doesn't undo what's inside here

This also describes qRoier so deeply that honestly, it's kind of self-explanatory.

É só o que ninguém vê

Que vai dizer quem é você

Não dá pra disfarçar a alma

É o que ninguém vê

It's just what no one sees

That will say who you are

You can't disguise your soul

It's what no one sees

There is so much inside qRoier's soul that he hides. Anger, revenge, hatred, desire to kill, desire to die... And deep down he is afraid that other people will see him in a negative way, the same way he sees himself.

A dor que faz sangrar

Que te faz entender

Mais do que nunca

A solidão é companhia (Eu não me sinto só)

Faz a vida ser real (Eu já estou melhor)

The pain that makes you bleed

That makes you understand

More than ever

The loneliness is company (I don't feel lonely)

It makes life real (I'm already better)

There were countless times when qRoier bled, caused by himself or others. He feels lonely, over and over again, is almost a curse and at the same time a certainty, loneliness becomes his company. And at the end of the song, when you listen to it there is a repetition of the last two phrases while the singer shouts in the background "I don't feel lonely I'm already better" and that made me immediately think of qRoier repeating exactly the same words to himself, all the time. He repeats it to himself almost as a desperate way of, at some point, believing it is true. Because in reality, he's feeling lonelier than ever and he's getting worse with every passing second...

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[samspenandsword]

SFW Alphabet: Plo Koon

Summary: SFW Alphabet for everyone’s favorite Jedi dad, Plo Koon.  Pairing: Plo Koon/reader; gender-neutral, humanoid reader with no other mentions of their appearance.  Rating: GEN — SFW Warnings: None — allusions to war and violence, fluff, relationship firsts, family dynamics, overall romance.  Word Count: 2.7k

Woooo boy lads this one took a while to crank out. My focus has been elsewhere lately, but I was determined to finish this because I love Plo and he deserves some love. I hope you all enjoy!

You can find the template I used here

NSFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

So incredibly affectionate. More than he probably should be as a member of the Jedi Council, but this man has so much love and affection to give. Much of his affection comes in the form of words — words of affirmation, compliments, deep, meaningful conversations. He will speak with you about everything from the nuances of the Force to where to get the best meiloorun shake on Coruscant. And every conversation with you, even if it’s silly, is just so incredibly heartfelt. Plo wears his emotions and heart on his sleeve, just as blatantly as he wears the symbol of the Wolfpack. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Plo as a best friend sounds like actual heaven, not gonna lie. Endlessly caring, a selfless sort of best friend who is concerned with you above all else. Very paternal, as is his nature. Will fuss if he thinks you’re not taking proper care of yourself. But he is, 10000%, a totally shameless gossip. And he could spend hours indulging your need for mindless Jedi gossip, including but not limited to the fact that literally everyone knows about Anakin and Padmé, Obi-Wan sits like a whore during council meetings, Mace Windu has the worst sweet tooth in the galaxy, and everyone has had a crush on both Kit Fisto and Depa Billaba at some point, it’s lowkey a rite of passage.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes. Cuddles all the time. Plo will indulge every cuddle urge you have, gladly and happily. Rest your head on his shoulder, let him stroke up and down your back. Lay your head in his lap and fall asleep to him scratching and massaging your scalp. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I would definitely think of Plo as a domestic partner. Man is pretty self-sufficient as a Jedi, but also as a Kel Dor. His physiological needs are so different from the gross majority of the Order (also the galaxy) that he can take care of himself pretty well. Cooking for himself, cleaning, meeting his specific needs, etc. This man also considers it a matter of pride to be able to take care of others. He is definitely the sort of friend and partner who is happy to do your laundry when you’re burnt out. And he is 10000% the type to gently place you in his lap and lightly scratch your scalp, or even read to you if he senses you just need some quiet alone time cuddling with him. Moments like that are some of his favorites in your entire relationship. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

As a Jedi, I don’t see Plo getting into a relationship unless he’s all in. He has to be willing to break the Code, but also hide your relationship from both the people he’s closest to, but also the people you’re closest with. I think it would take a lot for Plo to end his relationship, but if he did, it would be because he was trying to protect them. He’s a war general who’s constantly in danger, a member of the Jedi council, outspoken supporter of clone rights, and that comes with a target on his back and no guarantee of tomorrow. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is more than a little important to Plo, and he really appreciates a partner who feels the same. Everything about your relationship takes a commitment that reaches “beyond” levels. More than just commitment to each other, it’s commitment to secrecy, commitment to boundaries, awareness and willingness to accept the reality of your situation — that you can’t go on regular Tuesday night dinner dates, that you can’t show affection in public, that you can’t even publicly admit to your feelings. But even beyond that, Plo appreciates someone who is committed to their family, their ideals, their friends, their job, their hobbies. It’s such an attractive trait to him. So yeah, commitment is huge to Plo. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Plo can treat you as gently as you need him to. He can sense where your thoughts and emotions are every time you’re together and can adjust his tenderness and attentions to however you need. He is such an accommodating partner it’s ridiculous. Plo is, to his core, a caretaker. All he wants is to care for you, however you need. And if you need gentle care, he will more than readily give it to you. But if you need something more outspoken, firm, reassuring… He can and will give you that as well. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Plo’s hugs are like being cocooned in a blanket fresh from the dryer — warm, encompassing, comforting, leaving you a little cold and bereft when they’re gone. Plo offers hugs and physical touch much more readily than other Jedi, and he has no qualms about taking comfort from hugs and touch himself. Your relationship, whether platonic or romantic, has no shortage of physical affection. However, if you are someone who isn’t necessarily comfortable with that, all you have to do is tell him and Plo will understand. He will never push or violate your boundaries, and actively works to care for you in whatever way you need.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This might be the one milestone in your relationship Plo hesitates to reach. Even between you, using those three little words feels like a bridge that once he’s crossed, he can never come back from. Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing, but Plo might actually feel a little anxious to use the L-word, knowing that he very well might die in the war and leave you alone. He might hesitate to use it, as it feels like a much bigger violation of the Code than your entire relationship. But with that said, Plo will ultimately never fail to acknowledge to himself and you how he feels. But it simply might take a bit longer than normal to get to the point of him using the L-word.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don’t really think jealousy is Plo’s thing. Protectiveness is though. The closest Plo comes to true jealousy is when he sees other couples out and about in public and he gets a little saddened by the reminder that he can’t be with you publicly. Also he gets a little frustrated when people flirt with you, but he trusts you to handle things like that. But Plo is a protective partner. He likes you knowing that he’ll always protect and take care of you, no matter what. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Plo are… I don’t want to say non-existent, but yeah, essentially non-existent. At least, not in the traditional sense. Plo is always a little dejected by the fact that he can’t give you traditional affection. But you two have developed your own form of physical affection. He very much loves every time you place a kiss over his antiox mask. Or if you brush your lips over his palms or knuckles. He loves the feeling of your lips on his skin. He, in return, has taken up the habit of gently nuzzling you. Placing his forehead on yours (a gesture he learned from his clones), nuzzling against your temple, even against your shoulder and neck. He also returns affection with his hands — stroking over your cheeks, your knuckles, your back, your neck, your scalp. It’s his special form of affection. And it’s just another thing that makes your relationship as unique and special as it is. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Plo Koon??? Around children??!??!? Sign me up! Even if you and him have decided that you don’t want kids for yourself, seeing him around children and the younglings at the Temple is such a treat. All the kids absolutely adore Plo. And he never hesitates to pay them all a visit when he gets back from a particularly long mission. He gathers them around and tells them stories and exaggerates them the perfect amount to keep them all endlessly hooked and entertained. Not to mention he radiates such paternal energy that pretty much every youngling at the Temple has accidentally called him “dad” at some point (another rite of passage). Plo himself also loves children, he finds them so refreshing and comforting and is considering becoming a creche master after the war is over. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Plo is absolutely a morning person. He very much enjoys getting up with the sun, preparing breakfast in the comfort of his apartments where he can go without his mask, meditating, maybe even reading a little. Mornings with Plo are calm, comforting. On the rare mornings you can spend together, he’s the type of partner who will wake you by gently stroking your hair and telling you he’s made you breakfast. Even if you aren’t a morning person by nature, it’s hard not to enjoy domestic mornings with Plo. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Plo likes to spend nights in. He’s truly not one for going out on the town, though he might enjoy accompanying you to your favorite restaurant every once in a while, even if he can’t enjoy the meal with you. He prefers to stay in and read with you, talk about your respective days, maybe even indulge in a holo-series. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I don’t think Plo is necessarily closed off, but it might take a while for him to share his deep emotions with you. He’s happy to talk about his upbringing, the Order, the accomplishments of his Wolfpack, and even some of his missions with you. But talking about the underlying emotions, the distress the war causes him, how tired he feels, the heaviness of the Force weighing on him throughout the war… That will take longer. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Plo has the patience of a saint, even more than most Jedi, who are notorious for being neutral and patient. He is one of the few Jedi that has the patience to work through and discuss emotional outbursts, which is another reason he’s so popular with the younglings. He doesn’t make them feel shamed for not having the best handle on their feelings. And for that matter, he never makes fully-trained Jedi feel ashamed of their moments either. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Yes, Plo remembers everything. He makes it a point to. You mean so much to him, he cannot bring himself to forget anything about you. And he gets a little embarrassed if he does. Remembering things about you is how he gets through long campaigns and deployments, in the thick of battle and destruction. Remembering you and everything about you has become a sort of peace for him amongst the chaos of war.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship is the time he walked into your apartment and found his wolfpack sprawled around you, all practically cuddled up to you, while watching a holofilm. You didn’t complain as Boost and Sinker bickered practically the entire time, and answered all of Comet’s questions with a smile. But what really sold it was his commander. Wolffe, closed-off, ornery, doesn’t-like-strangers, touch-adverse Wolffe, had his head in your lap, and practically rumbled with content as you massaged his scalp. Nothing felt more like coming home than the image of Plo’s loved ones all together, safe and sound. 

S = Security? (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Plo is naturally protective. As a guardian of peace, and someone who grew up learning that life is something to be protected and safeguarded, it is simply in his nature to be protective. But he’s never smothering. He never makes you feel coddled or babied, and you love that about him. And he appreciates every time you accommodate his protective tendencies. Because even though he will always worry about you, he is comforted whenever you let him shower you in protective love. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Plo doesn’t plan the biggest dates and gifts in the world. Nothing elaborate, or extreme, or over-the-top. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t put effort into doing things for you. Instead, his gestures are smaller, intimate, more personalized to who you are. A date to your favorite ice cream shop. A gift of your favorite tea and a new teacup to go with it. A small weekend getaway to Naboo for your anniversary. Folding your laundry while you nap. Restocking your kitchen without prompting. The little things that let you know he truly knows and loves you. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Okay I love him but Plo has the absolute weirdest habit of not accidentally answering questions. You can ask him something and he’ll think the answer and then forget to speak aloud. He always gets a little embarrassed when it happens, and sometimes it’s a little annoying, but over time it just becomes amusing. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Plo has never been super concerned with his looks. But sometimes he feels a little conscious of how different he is from you, and how he can’t give you traditional affection. He can’t kiss you in the way someone else would be able to. But Plo can feel your emotions through the Force, and knows how much you love him regardless. So no, Plo isn’t very concerned with his looks. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You have become a very rare solace for him in a galaxy that’s tearing itself apart. So while he doesn’t necessarily feel incomplete without you, the only time he feels at peace anymore is in your company. With you, he doesn’t have to hide his distress over the war, the worry he feels for his men, who are for all intents and purposes, his sons. He doesn’t have to hide from you, and for that reason, he cherishes you more than he can ever express. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Plo does that dad thing where if he sits in a comfortable chair for more than thirty minutes, he’s liable to fall asleep. He has fallen asleep during long council meetings before. Yoda and Windu absolutely know and while Yoda finds it absolutely hilarious, Windu went through stages of being frustrated by it, to becoming resigned to it, to finding it amusing but being unwilling to admit so. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who complains and is unable to accept his other commitments. Yes, he is committed to you, but he is a Jedi and a general (as much as he doesn’t like it) first. If you are unable to understand and accept that then there will be problems in the future. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Plo is a relatively light sleeper. In fact, he sometimes describes his version of sleeping as more of a dream-like trance. Only when he’s really tired does he fall into a deeper sleep. He also, like most Jedi, experiences visions during his sleep. Mostly snippets, nothing that ever makes sense. And waking up next to you soothes him in a way meditation can’t. Which is why he takes every chance he gets to sleep beside you.

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[luciana-anca-79]

Stii ce e cu adevarat frumos? O relatie lunga. Cand toata lumea stie de voi si nu va poate imagina altfel decat impreuna. Cand ea e prima persoana la care te gandesti cand te trezesti dimineata, cand stii ca te poti baza oricand pe ea si ca orice problema ai avea ea va fi acolo pentru tine. Cand stii ca ea e singura persoana care te poate face cu adevarat fericit si nu te poti gandi ca ai fi putut fi cu altă fată. Cand nu iti e rusine sa faci nimic fata de ea, si ea e mereu acolo sa te faca sa zambesti. Cand el te face să te simti protejată chiar si atunci cand doar te tine in brate. Cand ea te intelege si isi doreste sa fii doar al ei. Cand el,orice lucru mic il imparte cu tine, si iti trimite mesaje in fiecare dimineață și când îi este dor. Cand stii ca deja certurile voastre sunt minore si ca nu o vei mai putea uita niciodata. Cand devine gelosă si se supara din prostii, si tu esti acolo langa ea, zambind, si explicandu-i ca esti doar al ei. Cand singurul loc in care iti doresti sa fii este langa ea. Cand aveti glumele voastre de interior care va separa de toti ceilalti. Cand iti face complimente si e singura persoana de la care vrei sa le auzi. Asta e cu adevarat frumos, cand nu iti mai poti imagina viitorul fara aceea persoana.

♡♡♡Anca&la.

A long relationship. When everyone knows about you and can't imagine you other than together. When she is the first person you think of when you wake up in the morning, when you know that you can always rely on her and that whatever problem you have, she will be there for you. When you know that she is the only person who can make you truly happy and you can't think that you could have been with another girl. When you are not ashamed to do anything to her, and she is always there to make you smile. When he makes you feel protected even when he's just holding you. When she understands you and wants you to be only hers. When he shares every little thing with you, and sends you messages every morning and when he misses you. When you know that your quarrels are already minor and that you will never be able to forget them. When she gets jealous and gets upset over stupid things, you're there by her side, smiling, and explaining that you're only hers. When the only place you want to be is next to her. When you have your inside jokes that separate you from everyone else. When he gives you compliments and he's the only person you want to hear them from. This is really beautiful, when you can no longer imagine the future without that person. ♡♡♡Anca&la

[ortegadorra]

" perhaps you could teach me how to wield a sword? one must be able to defend one's self, after all. "

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀closed.

 ao  longe,  a  visão  era  deplorável.  os  olhos  avermelhados,  naturalmente  marejados  para  proteger-se  das  fuligem  que  eram  sopradas  e  dançavam  pelo  ar,  ainda  não  o  impedia  de  enxergar  o  que  deixou  para  trás.  havia  sido  um  sufoco;  havia  sido  por  tão  pouco.  a  guerra  estava  longe  de  acabar.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀medieval&fantasia!au.

 mais  outra  terra  perdida  para  o  monstro  que  vinha  consumindo  o  mundo  conhecido.  quantos  homens  haviam  perdido  daquela  vez?  tinha  deixado  a  sua  frota  com  ordens  daquele  que  voava  sobre  um  dragão  –  levem-na;  tirem-na  daqui!.  ela  era  a  chave  de  algo,  a  chave  para  alguma  coisa,  e  quando  olhava-o  pedindo  por  algo  como  aquilo,  fazia-o  acredita  que  nem  mesmo  ela  fazia  ideia  de  seu  papel.  uma  coisa  lhe  era  certa,  porém:  se  precisavam  de neslihan  viva,  então  não  poderia  tê-la  na  linha  de   frente.

 "  não  precisas  disto. "  sua  resposta  foi  seca.  acabava  de  livrar-se  da  couraça  que  o  havia  protegido  das  lâminas  escuras  do  exército  inimigo.  ele  não  queria  estar  ali;  ele  não  queria  ter  aquele  papel.  fácil  era  a  vida  dos  reis  e  rainhas  bem  protegidos  em  seus  castelos,  enquanto  seus  inferiores  jorravam  sangue.  "  e  agradeças  não  precisar  disto. "  acrescentou.

 e  então,  finalmente,  encontrou  o  par  de  olhos  daquela  que  não  havia  ainda  vivido  nem  mesmo  um  terço  do  que  viveu.  contudo,  aqueles  mesmos  olhos  pareciam  carregar  um  terço  de  outras  coisas  quais  ele  não  viveu.  

 ortega  levantou-se.  a  cidade  em  chamas  estava  a  milhas  e  milhas  agora,  e  as  árvores  os  protegiam  bem  como  o  início  da  noite.  eram  quatro,  no  total,  mas  pouco  importaria  portanto  que  pelo  menos  ela  fosse  entregue  à  segurança  de  alguma  muralha  majestosa. a  verdade  era  a  de  que  não  carregava  nenhum  plano  de  deixa-la  em  situação  de  perigo  –  não  mais  que  aquela  de  horas  atrás,  qual  sequer  deveria  ter  estado  –,  mas  ele  reconhecia:  mesmo  princesa,  deveria  saber  proteger-se,  sim,  visto  que  pelas  noites  seguintes  andariam  por  caminhos  imprevisíveis.  não  tinham  nenhum  dragão  para  poupar-lhe  pernas  e  proporcionar  segurança  que  somente  o  espaço  aéreo  poderia  fazer  naqueles  tempos  de  tirano.  foi  com  certa  fúria,  entretanto,  que  jogou  a  espada  para  ela.  foi  com  certa  dor  de  quem  muito  perdeu,  e  muito  horror  e  vermelho  presenciou,  que  a  olhou  e  mostrou  como  um  cabo  deveria  ser  segurado.  

deu  o  primeiro  golpe.  e  foi  nocauteado  com  a  visão  de  sua  lâmina  sendo  bloqueada  por  aquela  manejada  por  nesliham.

 começou-se  uma  dança  –  os  outros  dois  soldados  até  perderam  o  sono,  admirados,  confusos  e  curiosos.  ortega  sabia  mais  que  culpar  o  peso  dos  músculos  cansados;  ortega  sabia  reconhecer  um  usuário  da  arma  branca  longa.   a  cada  tilintar  do  metal,  sua  carranca  diminuía.  era  levado  para  anos  atrás,  quando  aquilo  era  um  treino  feito  por  capricho  e  diversão;  quando  não  sonhavam  que  as  nações  conhecidas  fossem  ser  destruídas  por  um  mago  &  comandante  de  forças  obscuras  e  exércitos  de  criaturas  corrompidas.  

 a  grande  diferença  entre  os  dois  nobres,  para  além  do  valor  do  sangue  azul  que  carregavam,  era  mesmo  a  experiência:  neslihan  somente  vacilou  pelo  terreno  irregular.  . .  embora  não  antes  de  deixar  um  corte  na  maça  do  rosto  do  cavalheiro,  terminou  com  a  espada  sendo  chutada  e  o  gume  da  outra  em  sua  garganta,  enquanto  encurralada  contra  o  terreno  que  a  traiu.  

"  já  sabes  como  brandir  uma  espada,  eu  vejo. "  o  cenho  franzido  era  pela  intriga. . .  e  por  ter  se  sentido  testado.  ortega  recuou  a  sua  espada  e  deixou  o  olhar  iluminado  pela  fogueira  pequena,  ao  longe,  refletir  os  mesmos  sentimentos  que  os  outros  dois  sobreviventes.  " pergunto-me  onde  aprendestes. . .  e  o  que  eu  deveria  fazer  sobre  isso. "  uma  mulher  não  deveria  saber  fazer  o  que  ela  mostrou  e,  ainda  assim,  era  admirável.  "  queres  lutar  uma  batalha,  é  isto?  adianto-lhe:  não  há  nada  de  belo  ou  poético  em  uma  guerra.  não  há  sentimento  algum  de  heroísmo,  também.  "

[obsessedwithegos]

This is your official excuse to infodump your vampire lore, or any other lore you would like to talk about

OKAY SO This WILL be all over the place and jumping back and forth bc brain go brrrrrrr and also i worked on this at various different times jshfjsdg

SO In my lore vampires are guaranteed to have one same weakness, their need to drink blood and they are effected by a stake in some shape or form. It may not be a wooden one and it may not kill them but they're all effected by one!

Besides that vampires are pretty damn unique in their various weaknesses, strengths, etc!

H O W E V E R They also all have one thing in common that is a method for them to be killed! The vampire that turned them (or whoever created them [i.e. parents, in a lab, etc]) can kill them in any way as if they were a normal person! Besides that they're also pretty different in the methods that have to be used to kill them!

Hell even their *senses* are different, some have increased smell and some have weakened smell, some have increased hearing and some have weakened hearing, etc etc and how blood deprivation effects each of those tends to vary!!

So why is there such a variety in vampires??? It's because there's so many different origins for them now and now external factors can play a key role!

So! Let's look at Emil: He was religious, he was turned during night time by a blood deprived and injured vampire, and he was kept captive and primarily fed by a demon! Those three determined his sunlight sensitivity, his ability to enter houses w/o permission if he isn't harmed by silver at the time, his ability to enter and move around holy grounds, his physical inability to lie unless he believes he's going to die if he doesn't, his lack of strength that a normal vampire would have, being unaffected by wooden stakes but being able to be killed by silver ones, and his inability to change into animals! And more but those are the ones off the top of my head!

Now!!! Let's look at Thei: They were just starting to get back into religion, turned during the day time (despite it being dark due to storms), had unnatural powers outside of vampirism they were unaware of when turned. Those determined that they weren't sensitive to sunlight at all, their ability to enter and move around holy grounds and even aid in construction of them, their ability to shape shift into an owl but not appear as a normal owl, and how they don't have to often drink blood

OKAY TWO MORE: JOLENE AND DOR!! Jolene is a born vampire and Dor is the closest you can get to an OG vampire despite being turned! ((I’m not going into Sam here bc Sam is deemed as a special exception Vampire))

For Jolene she’s sensitive to sunlight and new silver! She doesn’t have to exclusively drink human blood (In fact, pork blood is her favorite) and can even drink tea between feedings to prolong the time between them! Garlic has no effect on her and she is stronger than a normal human both due to working out and her vampirism! When she was originally able to be killed by a wooden stake but after becoming religious wooden ones have no deadly effects, but silver ones do! Despite being a born vampire she’s still overall pretty unique!

THEN THERE’S DOR So Dor was originally a demon who’s ruling was deemed unfavor and so they were granted to spend their second life as a satyr but still kept their demonic blood. During it’s lifetime it got turned into a vampire! But it’s demonic blood made things a bit.. classic.

They have more easier ways to kill them ((wooden stake through the heart, held down in moving water, if a werewolf who had recently eaten garlic bit them it could incapacitate them))

Garlic (in small-normal amounts), Sunlight, and Silver (except silver bullets) usually have no effect on them but if it’s already injured, lost a lot of blood ((yes including via blood donation)), or very sick then they will have an effect! Garlic will act essentially as a nonlethal poison that can also burn them, even garlic juices/oils will be enough to cause severe burns. If they’re fed large amounts of garlic when healthy it can make them sick enough for the above to take effect Sunlight burns them alive but it can’t kill them. If they meet the standards for silver to effect them, then it can be lethal especially in large amounts and around their neck or face.  They can be warded off by holy symbols but it doesn’t hurt to touch them. Holy water usually doesn’t hurt but it can start to hurt and scorch them if they are drenched in it. Hell even with modern mirrors Dor can’t see themself in them! They can only seem themselves in mirrors that have real gold in the backing. 

SO IT IS BELIEVED IN MY LORE THAT VAMPIRES ORIGINATED FROM DEMONS/DEVILS WHICH IS!! ESSENTIALY TRUE!! (not the demon part)

THE FIRST VAMPIRE ORIGINATED WHEN A DEVIL AND A HUMAN HAD A CHILD TOGETHER! Original vampires can still be made if a devil and a human have a kid together but atm there are no current known devil and human relationships so it’s unlikely.  The changes that make vampires unique now only happened about 300 years after the first original vampire and that’s because an angel fucked around and found out :tm:  After that there could be almost *any* outside influence that can change the features of a vampire thus making them all so unique!!!

OKAY I’M MAKING MYSELF STOP THERE BUT YEA In my lore it’s incredibly difficult if not near impossible to find an original vampire now, almost as difficult it is to find a dragon! But then again, there are 2 known dragons in my lore so it’d be incorrect to say it’d be impossible :)

[mamoyguara]

*Este é um post bem pessoal com o propósito de me preencher e expressar*

Aqui estou eu , pois preciso me despedir e agradecer pela primeira temporada! Assisti novamente a série, um episódio por dia e todos os sentimentos ressurgiram e com eles todas as minhas reações ao que aconteceu.

Escolhi deixar as primeiras e últimas partes que me marcaram e deixaram meu coração feliz mas apertado, com momentos de dor porém cheio de revolução.

Eu não achei que Young Royals fosse me preencher deste jeito, nem que fosse me por contra a parede e enfrentar tantos conflitos internos.

Descobri o fandom no tumblr e foi um dos melhores acontecimentos nessa fase da minha vida, com suas análises e opiniões que são bem diferentes de outras redes. Que vocês continuem produzindo tantas coisas lindas nessa nova fase !!

Agradeço demais por essa primeira temporada e tudo que me trouxe e agora estou apto a dar tchau e receber a nova temporada que estará disponível a algumas horas ….. Muito Obrigado Young Royals

!! Lets start a revolution !!

*******************************************************************************************

*This is a very personal post for the purpose of filling me in and expressing myself*

Here I am , because I need to say goodbye and thank you for the first season! I watched the series again, one episode a day and all the feelings resurfaced and with them all my reactions to what happened. I chose to leave the first and last parts that marked me and left my heart happy but tight, with moments of pain but full of revolution. I didn't think Young Royals would fill me up in this way, nor that it would put me up against the wall and face so many internal conflicts. I discovered the fandom on tumblr and it was one of the best events in this phase of my life, with your analyses and opinions that are very different from other networks. May you continue producing so many beautiful things in this new phase! I really appreciate this first season and everything it brought me and now I'm able to say goodbye and receive the new season that will be available in a few hours ..... Thank you Young Royals !!!!

!! Lets start a revolution !!

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[sultryjungle]

Do que a sua dor é capaz?

Por Bruna Buch

Para honrar a dor pelo mundo, é necessário acessar um espaço que atravessa o nosso corpo. Aprendemos, na Sociedade de Crescimento Industrial, que a dor emocional deve ser assistida pela medicina e que são necessárias sessões e medicamentos. Ora, ninguém marca uma consulta quando está sentindo alegria.

Assim como a alegria, a dor vai e vem sem que possamos segurá-la. As emoções flutuam em nosso corpo, como os ventos no céu e as ondas no mar. Há ventos e ondas de todos os tipos, eles surgem e passam.

Às vezes uma brisa, às vezes um tornado. Às vezes uma marola, às vezes um tsunami. Como o sistema-planeta poderia bloqueá-los? A sabedoria reside em perceber a intensidade do fenômeno que quer se manifestar em nós. Preparar o ambiente e acionar os recursos.

A alegria é um tremor superficial, uma vibração prazerosa. A dor é um terremoto que abre fendas, rasga a terra, reconfigura a paisagem. A alegria é relaxamento. A dor é criação, é nascimento.

A dor é a mais profunda expressão e precisa atravessar o corpo. Não precisa ser bloqueada, desligada ou medicada. Precisa emergir. Precisa falar, cantar, dançar, escrever, pintar, mover a energia viva. A mais ancestral das medicinas: a arte.

Um núcleo denso explode em estrela. Uma semente se rasga em árvore. Um corpo se parte para outro corpo vir à luz. Do que a sua dor é capaz?

What is your pain capable of?

In order to honor our pain for the world, we need to access a space that crosses our body. We’ve been taught, in the Industrial Growth Society, that emotional pain must be treated by physicians and that it requires therapy sessions and medication. However, no one makes an appointment when they feel joy.

Just like joy, pain comes and goes without us being able to hold it in. Emotions float through our bodies, like the winds in the sky and the waves in the sea. There are winds and waves of all kinds, they come and go.

Sometimes a breeze, sometimes a tornado. Sometimes a tidal wave, sometimes a tsunami. How could the planet block them up? Wisdom lies in perceiving the intensity of the event that wants to manifest within us. Prepare the environment and mobilize the resources.

Joy is a superficial tremble, a pleasurable vibration. Pain is an earthquake that opens cracks, tears up the ground, reshapes the landscape. Joy is relaxation. Pain is creation, giving birth.

Pain is the deepest expression and needs to pass through the body. It doesn’t need to be blocked, turned off or medicated. It needs to emerge. It needs to speak, sing, dance, write, paint, move the living energy. The most ancient of medicines: art.

A dense core explodes into a star. A seed rips into a tree. A body breaks so that another body can come to light. What is your pain capable of?

[sosos-adventures]

March 20th: My son. And yes thats a place. Nothing blood related going on here.

As mentioned before, local buses to sightseeing spots outside of the city do not really exist. At least we dont know them. Its mostly either motorbike or private shuttle. So we decided to book a shuttle for 8€ p.P eatly in the morning to see the world culture heritage site "My Son". The entrance fee qas quite high but at least they have a shuttle within the property to get to the ruins. The other optiob would have been walking for 2km. But not through some nice forests, just on a loooong road. When we arrived at the ruins there was a perdormance of local dances and music. They honored the goddess shiva. The ruins itself were full of tourists. And of course lots of Germans around. Because we are everywhere hehe 🤭🙂

Really cool day but it kind of felt like joining an Asian trip where you have exactly 2 hours to visit the attraction and kind of have to rush through it without actually enjoying it. But we didnt have any other option.

Back in Hoi An we went to get a really traditional vietnamese dish: Banh Mi. There is this really famous Banh Mi shop that serves the food quite cheap. But its delicious. Its literally just white bread with filling. But they add some chili sauce and its extremely delicious. Especially of you have stomach problems from all the raw veggies and ice cubes we might have consumed..

After another coffee (coconut coffee.. how delicious is that.. its also a specialty here.. I feel like I need to write a post just about food.) we went back to the tailor to try on our clothes. And lets just say it was complicated. First of all a compliment: they dod it exactly like on the pictures. And that witjin less than 24 hours. Sadly a lot of tjings didnt really fit well. If you pay 35€ for pants, you want them to fit you well and also make a great ass 😊 also the jumpsuit. We both ordered one in our individual style but with the same fabric. Navy blue and silk. We tried it on and it wasnt what we expected. After 2 women gave up on talking to us about what we wanted to be changed, they told us to come back the next morning for the final fitting. They didnt even say goodbye anymore. Maybe we were too direct. Vietnamese people dont usually say "no". They rather have 5 ways of saying yes. Some of them intending a "no". So our direct way of criticism might ha e been too inpolite. So we wemt to get some local dinner at a cute little restaurant nearby and decided to just relax and do some research about our next steps and how to get to our next location. And yes that was a nightmare. Doing research for almost 3 hours we gave up. Everytjingwent wrong. We tried to book our trainticket to Hanoi multiple times but the website didnt accept our credit card. We couldnt find any good way of getting to Hue with a tour included crossing the Hai van Pass which is the highlight dor many tourists here in Vietnam.. at some point we were only able to laugh about how everything is going wrong and decided to go to bed. But yea planning a trip can be exhausting.

[zombiemo-0]

escola | school

o céu através da janela que guarda corações solitários me parece muito mais bonito, não é como se fosse fácil pintar de azul uma escola totalmente cinza. O corredor, minimamente iluminado com seus rastros de luz, me deixa aliviada por poder olhar esses resquícios de sol, e esquecer as feições tristes ao meu redor, esquecer do sentimento de dor ao ver alguém chorando no banheiro. Ao olhar para cima no pátio, me sinto como um passarinho preso em uma gaiola. Aquelas cordas que deveriam nos proteger dos adultos malvados só servem para mais um garoto fazer um nó, e poder se sentir livre para voar para sempre. Minhas lágrimas evaporam com todo calor na hora da saída, quando abro meus olhos- já secos- eu vejo um homem colocando a suas mãos podres na pele de uma menina, e os adultos estão vendo e rindo, é possível ver os vapores escaldantes saindo de suas bocas, o calor termina quando ele tira as mãos dela, e vai atrás de outra menina pura e ingênua.

the sky through the window that holds lonely hearts seems much prettier to me, it's not like it's easy to paint a totally gray school blue. The hallway, minimally lit with its traces of light, makes me relieved to be able to look at these remnants of sun, and forget the sad faces around me, forget the feeling of pain when I see someone crying in the bathroom. Looking up at the patio, I feel like a bird trapped in a cage. Those ropes that were supposed to protect us from evil adults are only good for one more boy to tie a knot, and be able to feel free to fly forever. My tears evaporate with all the heat on the way out, when I open my eyes - already dry - I see a man putting his rotten hands on a girl's skin, and the adults are watching and laughing, it is possible to see the scalding vapors coming out of their mouths, the heat ends when he removes her hands, and goes after another pure and naive girl.

[samspenandsword]

NSFW Alphabet: Plo Koon

Summary: NSFW Alphabet for everyone’s favorite Jedi dad, Plo Koon.  Pairing: Plo Koon/reader; gender-neutral, humanoid reader with no mentions of their appearance.  Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; mentions of penetrative sex, creampies, oral sex (m!receiving), toy use, praise kink, daddy kink, roleplay, voice kink, corruption, Kel Dor anatomy headcanons, established relationships, secret relationships, language. Word Count: 2.5k

I know this took a while to get out, but I hope you all enjoy my Plo Koon alphabets!

You can find the template I used here

SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The aftercare is almost as amazing as the sex itself. This man will take such good care of you it sometimes feels like a dream. You literally cannot imagine — massages, sweet nothings, warm baths, snacks, snuggles. You are pampered and well-taken care of every single time. You will want for nothing. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Plo’s favorite part of his body is his hands. For a long time he wasn’t really partial to them, but after meeting you, he came to appreciate them. You so clearly adore his hands and practically melt into goo each time he gives you a scalp massage. But Plo’s favorite feature of yours is your eyes — because despite the fact that his own eyes are usually hidden behind his antiox mask, he always feels you can see straight through the mask and into his own eyes, locking your gazes and being able to convey everything you feel in a single glance. Subtly is the name of the game for your relationship, and meaningful eye contact is one of his favorite ways to show affection. Not to mention he loves how wide your eyes get when you’re turned on. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Plo cums a lot. So much so that if he cums inside you, you are pooching and leaking. And if he cums on your chest, it is everywhere. You guys have to change the sheets of your bed every time you’re intimate because of how much Plo cums. And his preferred place to cum is inside you. He loves being buried inside you, and staying inside you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Plo loves the idea of you not wearing underwear after you’ve been intimate. The image of you with his cum leaking down your thighs, especially if you’re in a meeting or in a public place, is an idea that literally plagues him, and by Force, he is not mad about it. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Plo’s a Jedi, so he’s not the most experienced guy on the block. Not physically. Especially because his physiological needs are so different from most other species. His experience is emotional — Plo is not a model Jedi when it comes to attachments and emotions — he is openly caring and kind, in a way many Jedi aren’t. And he has no qualms about whispering romantic words to you, or giving you caring, gentle embraces. To the point where, even in the beginning, you never doubted that he cared deeply for you. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when he’s reclined back against a mountain of pillows, you laying against his chest. From there, he can rock his hips into you, one hand stroking over your hair, or leaving light red lines down your chest (his version of hickies and love bites), the other hand resting firmly on the bulge in your stomach. And from this position, he can murmur the sweetest, dirtiest praises in your ears. “You’re doing so well, little one.” “I can feel you pulsing around me, you feel so good.” “Are you going to cum, little one?” Bonus points if there’s a mirror across the room, and Plo makes you watch as he fucks up into you, pinning your hips against his and simply holding you in place as he alternates between pistoning his hips in and out, and rocking so slowly you’re squirming for more. Extra bonus points if you’re cockwarming him in this position too, it’s a good way for him to plug his cum inside you after a long session. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Plo isn’t above teasing, amusement riddling his tone, his talons tickling up and down your skin, but he tends to be more serious in the moment. Being intimate with you is kind of rare with the war going on, so he wants to savor the moment for as long as he can, making sure you never doubt how much he loves you, how much he desires you. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kel Dors don’t really have hair, not anywhere, so there’s nothing for him to groom. However, Plo does take pride in keeping other aspects of his appearance neat — his robes, the painted symbol of the Wolfpack on his vambraces. And he melts each and every single time you notice and appreciate this. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Plo can be so romantic it aches. Gentle praises, deep, thorough thrusts, gentle caresses. Even when he’s rougher, even when he’s teasing you, it’s never without a blatant undertone of care and affection.

J = Jack off (masterbation headcanon)

Not much, if ever. As a Jedi, it’s part of his training and lifestyle to ignore physical stimuli and needs. He can control his urges better than anyone you’ve ever met before. But that’s not to say when he gets back from a several-months-long campaign he’s not going to be inside you the first chance he gets. And when the two of you first start becoming intimate, before you can fully take him because of his sheer size, he’ll often masturbate during your sessions together. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hoh, boy. Where to start (daddy kink daddy kink). I’m inclined to think that Plo has a bit of a corruption kink — turning his sweet love into a mewling, horny, cockdumb mess. Through dirty talk, through edging, through teaching even. He also has a praise kink. In fact, there are times when you’re together that he never seems to shut up. He’ll babble about how good you feel, how warm and soft and pretty you are speared on his cock. He’ll pet and shush you as he stretches you open, massaging your thighs as they tremble with the force of your orgasm. He gets off from giving praise as much as you get off receiving it. Plo is also into roleplay. Not fully-blown, with costumes and props, but using titles instead of names, pretending it’s your first time together, him narrating a scenario as he’s fully sheathed inside you, causing you to squirm and whine. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In private. No doubt. As a Jedi, his relationship with you is in direct violation of the Code, and since he sits on the Jedi Council, he ensures he’s even more careful to keep your relationship private. Especially if you are a Jedi as well. In public, the both of you will appear as nothing more than good friends and comrades, keeping your true feelings locked in the Force until you’re able to be alone. And by alone, I mean you will be away from the Jedi Temple most of the time — always a chance someone could walk by your quarters and get a hint of what’s happening. You both won’t risk it. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Domesticity. Plo is a total sucker for seeing you do regular, everyday chores. Domestic intimacy and trust absolutely gets him going. You could literally be folding laundry, a holoseries playing in the background, and Plo will suddenly be all over you. Being surrounded by the ins and outs of domestic, civilian life is something he rarely gets to experience, and he loves that you trust him enough to share that side of your life with him. He might even someday admit that he wonders, while deep in hyperspace between campaigns, what it would be like to live such a calm, monotonous life. He also gets lowkey turned on with direct eye contact. All you have to do is lock eyes with him and you’ll suddenly be on your back in bed. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Exhibitionism is something that Plo sometimes fantasizes about, but would never actually participate in. Between his station as a Jedi (and maybe yours as well) he won’t risk the both of you being discovered. Another really big turn off for him is an open or casual relationship. The man is all-in, as the relationship is forbidden for him, and he doesn’t at all like the idea of you not being similarly dedicated. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Due to his anatomy, he can’t really perform oral on you. Even if you put on a breathing mask, his face and mouth shape doesn’t really allow for him to go down on you. He makes up for it with his fingering and handjob games however. And while he’ll never say no to a blowjob, he knows he’s a lot to handle. So he never wants you to feel like you’re obligated to pleasure him this way, especially because he can’t return it. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Plo can go either way. He leans towards more slow and sensual, especially at first when you aren’t used to his size and shape, but as the two of you become more and more familiar with each other, he’s happy to up the pace. Plo will pound you until you literally cannot walk if you truly want that, and he’s going to enjoy seeing you go dumb and drooly as he does so. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not really a fan of quickies for a couple of reasons. One of the main reasons is that Plo simply wants to be able to fall into you and every sensation you both get to feel with the other, and quickies don’t really allow for that. Another reason is that he is HUGE. Like, there needs to be some serious foreplay and preparation, huge. His size and quickies do not mix. Third reason is because he cums a ridiculous amount, and quickies don’t allow for the cleanup time often needed after a session with him. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Overall, Plo doesn’t get terribly wild in bed. He’s absolutely willing to discuss possible scenarios with you, or things the both of you may be interested in trying, but overall I don’t see Plo being the most adventurous in bed. Sex isn’t just sex to him, it’s definitely a physical expression of his devotion and love for you, and he values that aspect more than any other. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

Plo has stamina like you wouldn’t believe. He can go for a round, usually two, but he’s going to make those rounds last. His self-control is absurd. His Jedi stamina and endurance is seriously crazy. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Plo doesn’t own toys at first, but when the two of you first start becoming physically intimate, they become one of the first things he buys, along with lube. Due to his size and different anatomy, you need to train before you can take him. He buys a series of plugs and dildos, ones that go up in size until you can eventually take one almost identical to his size and shape (yes, there are Kel Dor dildos out there for the millions and millions of alien fuckers in the galaxy, don’t deny it. He nearly pissed himself laughing while he was researching because he came across a Space-Etsy shop for alien dildos. One of them was a huge orange butt plug called Master Plug Koon. He just barely resisted the urge to buy it. He did not, however, resist the urge to send the shop to Kit Fisto, who also pissed himself laughing. The shop has other Jedi-themed toys, including a green, fist-shaped toy called Master Kit Fister, and Kit immediately bought one and he keeps it as a decoration in his apartments. He fist-bumps it on the regular. Only Plo knows what it really is, though Obi-Wan has his suspicions.). After that, the toys don’t get used as much, but Plo’s happy to leave them with you for when he’s deployed on long missions. 

U = Unfair (do they like to tease)

He will tease, when the mood hits. But he’s not cruel. He’ll edge you, he’ll ask you, sounding more than a little cheeky, if you want to cum, he’ll ask you how much you’ve missed him and his cock. But every tease and edge has an undertone of care and affection, because that’s just how Plo is. 

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds they make, etc.)

Plo’s not terribly loud in the sense of moans, or groans, but he can be quite vocal if he knows you��re into it. And with a voice like his, who isn’t into it? He can get quite vocal in the moment, endlessly praising you, whispering dirty things into your skin, humming smugly in that deep voice of his as you whimper and writhe around him. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Plo sleeps with an absolute mountain of pillows, and loves to create nests around the two of you during intimacy. When he’s rougher, however, pillows tend to fall to the ground in piles or get torn to shreds due to his claws. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Holy hell Plo is HUGE. Bulbous, ridged, girthy, AND stupidly long. This man is just enormous. Foreplay is the name of the game with you guys, and oftentimes, he’ll need to make you cum at least once, preferably twice before he can slide into you. And even then, the stretch is incredible. Plo fills you and stretches you in ways no other partner has been able to before. When you first started becoming intimate, you needed to train before you could take him completely. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I headcanon Plo as having a Goldilocks-esque sex drive. Just right. Right in the middle of the scale. As a Jedi (and a Kel Dor one), physical intimacy is something he didn’t really grow up with. His Jedi training also lends itself to him being able to go long periods without getting desperately, desperately horny. However, with that said, as soon as your relationship turns physical, he is happy to be with you at every chance he gets, and it helps that he can sense when you’re in the mood. But Plo also appreciates and looks forward to each non-sexual moment you two have together. Every moment of your relationship is something precious to him. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Plo will always, and I mean always, make sure you fall asleep first. That’s just who he is. He will never fall asleep before ensuring that you are 100% sated, comfortable, and cleaned up. So as soon as you fall asleep, he’ll settle beside you and allow himself to sleep as well. But only after you’ve fallen asleep first.

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Clone Handwriting Headcanons

Does anyone else ever think about the handwriting of the Clones? Surely Kamino has a standardized font they teach cadets, like a formal cursive, but once they get out of Kamino I can very easily see it branching off into wildly different directions.

I’ll be talking about the High Galactic alphabet (or the Latin Alphabet, as we know it).

Lots of clones deliberately stretch out their letters to be taller, because it mimics the highly vertical font of Mando’a.

Clone Commanders who work closely with Jedi tend to pick up handwriting habits from them.

Cody has very formal, readable handwriting, but he accidentally picked up General Kenobi’s weird E’s somewhere along the way.

Kel Dor language pairs lots of smooth curves and sharp corners, which carries into General Plo’s High Galactic. Wolffe decides he likes the look, but his writing also has sharper angles and is more vertical then his general’s.

Both Anakin and Ahsoka canonically write in all caps & Rex finds himself slipping more and more capital letters into his handwriting as the war goes on.

Echo is generally very by the book at first, but after Skako & joining the Batch, his writing becomes much messier. He genuinely just doesn’t care anymore.

Fives is wonderful at mimicking other people’s handwriting! He can forge signatures too.

Jessie has decent handwriting with a significant left slant, but it gets messy and uneven when he’s tired. He once tried writing in all caps like General Skywalker but hated it, and switched back almost immediately.

Kix and all the other GAR medics appropriately have terrible handwriting that only the other medics can understand.

Dogma’s handwriting is pristine & textbook, but who would expect anything less?

The Corrie Guard probably has the strictest rules when it comes to handwriting.

They work closely with the senators and with the chancellor so their writing is fairly standardized, but there are still little tells.

Fox’s is the most precise, naturally, but it tends to run smaller just because of how much he has to write.

Thire crosses his 7s and his Zs.

Thorn has a small loop on the curved tail of his Ys. He picked it up from Senator Amidala.

Hound’s is just a smidge larger then his brothers’.

When Stone is writing, the words are slightly larger and the spaces in between words are slightly further apart.

But these are minute differences, nearly invisible acts of rebellious individuality - someone not deliberately looking wouldn’t be able to spot the difference.

The Bad Batch’s handwriting is all over the place.

Hunter writes with heavy pressure on the pen. He doesn’t really like writing, so his words are scribbled fast and tend to run together just to get it over with sooner. He does like twirling his pen though.

Tech’s handwriting is almost completely illegible - he writes too fast for it to be neat. If that wasn’t bad enough, he frequently switches languages mid-sentence to better express what he means & his writing scatters across his pages (and onto tables and walls) instead of writing on the lines.

Crosshair has sharp, vertical handwriting with very few curves or loops - he likes angles and sharp turns. He also dots his Is with an x instead of a dot.

Wrecker has childish handwriting. His letter sizing is very inconsistent and his words tend to float above the line.

Bonus: Omega’s handwriting was standard clone handwriting, but also had tells of working heavily with written Kaminoan. After being adopted, she began to deliberately mimic Hunter’s handwriting.

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Hello there! I see that your requests are open so I just needed to request bcs I'm sick rn TvT. Can I request a oneshot dor Draken, with a sick s/o?

( my first time requesting for anything, so tell me if I made a mistake, n e way thanks! )

a/n: hey, I'm so honored to be your first request fpasjfops I hope you enjoy this. <3 wordcount: 1.4k

The Meaning Of Care

Summary: When you get sick, you try to avoid your boyfriend but he clearly doesn't care one bit.

Your phone rings one, two, three times in a row but you have no strength left in your body to answer it. Draken’s name blinks on the screen for a fourth time and you reach for the device before allowing your hand to drop at the side of the bed.

From your head to your toes, every inch of your body aches due to the sickness you have within you at this very moment. Your head constantly feels like it is getting pounded by a hammer and your nose runs like a river.

It isn’t the beautiful sight Draken is used to so you choose to ignore him for a few days. Not only that, you would like to avoid getting him sick as well because you know how it would affect Mikey and the rest of the gang.

The ringing stops completely and there is a few minutes of silence in your room before you begin to hear small pebbles being thrown against the window. It takes every ounce of effort for you to stand up and walk the short distance.

Outside in the snow stands your boyfriend, rocks in his hand as he throws them.

“Oh there you are.” Draken says, flashing you his best smile. “I’m going to climb through the window, I just wanted to give you a heads up.” He says loudly enough so you will be able to hear him.

“Draken, I’m sick.” You reply, coughing almost immediately after the words come out of your mouth. You are now a messy mixture of sniffles and shivers. “Go home.”

But before you notice, he is already up on the tree outside your window. He throws the backpack inside before jumping on the ledge, gently pushing you away to open space for his massive body.

“I brought soup from the little store at the corner of my house that you like.” He says, grunting as he lands right in front of you. In response, you giggle and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest.

“I don’t want you to get sick.” You say, pointing at the disposable masks your parents put out for you and he laughs.

“Nah, I don’t give a fuck.” He replies, pulling a blanket out of the bag and handing it to you. “I knitted it myself.”

The blanket is warm and fuzzy, made out of colorful yarn. You can tell how much effort he put into this and so you wrap yourself in it as soon as it touches your hands. It eases the cold feeling due to the fever and you sigh in relief.

The smell coming from the to-go package is amazing, the first smell in days that did not make you feel nauseous or gave you a headache though you are not quite sure why. Maybe it’s because Draken is the one who brought it or because you are finally starting to heal.

You sit on the bed, back against the wall in an attempt to support yourself while crossing your legs. Draken walks towards you, carefully stepping away from all of the used tissues on the floor. He sits by your side gently, trying not to move the bed too much.

“Put this pillow behind your back.” He says, handing you a small cushion. You silently thank him before coughing what feels like your lungs out.

He unties the knot on the plastic bag before pulling out a clear container filled with a brownish liquid. He removes the lid, placing it on your bedside table so he can use it again, just in case you aren’t able to finish the soup.

Draken takes out a spoon, dipping it in the liquid and bringing it towards your chapped lips. You make a slurping sound while taking it in, the warm feeling in your stomach feels rather nice seeing that you haven’t been able to eat much.

He slowly feeds you the soup, always making sure to include pieces of the meat for protein and some of the noodles. “The perfect bite” as he likes to call it. He pushes the spoon past your lips and you hum delighted as the flavor washes over your taste buds.

“How was it?” He asks, scrapping the last of the liquid off of the bowl and slowly handing it to you.

“Delicious, thank you baby.” You reply with a gentle smile. In response, he pumps his fist in victory, earning a genuine laugh out of you.

He wraps an arm around you while pulling you closer but as you prepare to settle and get comfortable, a sneeze attack sneaks up on you and before you notice you have become a mess of snot and tissues.

He doesn’t seem to mind at all, he even takes the used papers out of your hand and throws them in the trash for you. Once it passes, you begin to shiver as a cold current enters the room through the open window.

Draken places his hand on your forehead, feeling your temperature while using his other hand to reach for the spongebob thermometer that lies on the bedside table. He hands you the yellow object and you place it under your tongue. When it beeps after a few seconds, he looks at it with a concerned look in his eyes.

“102.2” He says before placing the thermometer down. “Take off your clothes.”

“Draken!” You yelp, crossing your arms above your chest and in response he simply laughs.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Y/N.” Draken answers, getting up from his spot on the bed. “I’m giving you a cold shower.”

“You are doing no such thing.” You say, cocooning yourself with the blanket he knitted as a present. A second passes and he pulls you out of it, carrying you in his arms towards the bathroom that is attached to your room.

The cold water runs into the bathtub and Draken adds a few bubbles to it as an incentive to get you to stay in. He takes your hair into his hands and strokes it for a few seconds before twirling it around, carefully to not pull at it, and placing it in an unstable bun.

Afterwards, he gently places you in the tub before using a cup to rinse your body up and down, washing away the sweat that pools around your skin.

You shiver at every contact with the water but you know it is for a good reason. Draken uses a soaped up washcloth to scrub your body, always making sure to do it lightly. His touch is caring and you can’t detect any ounce of dirty intentions.

Once he is done giving you a bath, you realize he was right all along, a bath was everything you needed at that moment. He wraps you in a towel and you raise your arms, quietly hoping he would carry you back to the bedroom. He smirks and obliges to your silent request.

The last thing remaining in his backpack was an oversized shirt, especially so you could use it. It had the smell on his skin engraved on its material and you can’t help but smile at how thoughtful he is.

Before you have time to put it on, he hands you a small white cup with a few little pills inside and you recognize it as your daily medicine that you had completely forgotten about. With some blue gatorade, you take the capsules and show him your mouth just so he can be sure you actually took it.

He takes a small, pink container from his pocket and quickly takes the lid off revealing the vanilla flavored lip balm. He takes it towards your chapped mouth and carefully spreads it around, making sure to cover it entirely.

While you are putting the clothes on, Draken makes sure to close the window so the cold air won’t come in contact with your warm skin.

Now fully dressed, he pulls the covers over your body before adjusting himself behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist while his chin rests on your shoulder. He pulls you as close to him as you could possibly be.

“Thank you for coming to take care of me.” You say, feeling as his free hand combs through your tangled hair.

“Of course.” He replies, “I will always take care of you.”

A few minutes of silence go by and it is only broken by Draken’s voice as he nearly coughs his lungs out. His nose turns a bright shade of red and you can tell his throat is getting scratchy by the way his words now sound.

“Maybe I can take care of you in a few days.” You say, a caring yet playful tone to your voice and you can feel as he nods his head.

“I would like that very much.” He responds and you settle yourself in your arms, allowing your mind to drift into a much deserved deep sleep.