#ConchShells

[shelltreasures]

Title: Exploring Seashell Types: A Guide to Coastal Treasures

Welcome to the fascinating world of seashells! In this exploration, we'll dive into the diversity of seashell types, uncovering the unique characteristics that make each one a coastal treasure. Whether you're a seasoned collector or a beachcomber discovering shells for the first time, join us on this journey to appreciate the intricate beauty and incredible variety of seashells.

Conch Shells: Echoes of the Ocean's Symphony

Conch shells, with their iconic spiral shape, are nature's trumpets. Learn about the different species, from the Queen Conch to the Horse Conch, and discover how these shells play a role in both marine ecosystems and human cultures.

Cowrie Shells: Timeless Elegance from the Sea Admire the timeless elegance of cowrie shells, prized by cultures throughout history for their use in jewelry and currency. Explore the various species and learn about the cultural significance attached to these polished, glossy gems of the ocean.

Scallop Shells: Nature's Perfect Fan

Delve into the intricate world of scallop shells, known for their fan-like ridges and delicate patterns. Discover the different types of scallops and how these shells are not only aesthetically pleasing but also have interesting functional adaptations.

Auger Shells: Spirals of Underwater Art

Explore the mesmerizing spirals of auger shells, a diverse family with species ranging from the small and delicate to the large and striking. Learn about their role in marine ecosystems and how their intricate designs are a testament to the wonders of natural geometry.

Murex Shells: Sculptures of the Deep

Uncover the sculptural beauty of murex shells, characterized by spines, ridges, and intricate patterns. Dive into the world of predatory snails and learn how these shells play a crucial role in marine food chains.

Seashells are not just remnants of marine life; they are unique works of art shaped by the sea. As you explore the different seashell types, you'll gain a deeper appreciation for the diversity of life beneath the waves. So, whether you're a collector, a beach enthusiast, or someone who simply enjoys the beauty of the ocean, let the world of seashells captivate your imagination.

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[hahawasabi]

i cant get them out of my brain. (oc x canon under cut)

i speedran this

i never drew a canon character in lego style, but i like it alot

Have doodles.

Alex x Syntax (ChiptuneShipping)

Mei x Ayla (she belongs to @brave-little-rat-girl) [Waterdragon]

AND FINALLY A FANCY-SCHMANCY ALEX AND AYLA!! (Double A duo / Conchshell duo)

[celesticalcryptids]

Kankri Doodle Page I did a while back

My favorite doodles below

If someone can guess what moth his gtier wings are based on ill make em a doodle

[olenaart]

Through layers of history, we uncover the universal language of our ancestors, https://fineartamerica.com/featured/healing-hands-a-vintage-modern-fresco-olena-art.html etched in the handprints and hieroglyphs of their artistic legacy. https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/lena-owens?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=602875

Healing Hands A Vintage Modern Fresco

showcasing textured backgrounds resembling a vintage fresco, featuring prehistoric cave-like elements and ancient symbols, evoking a sense of ancient symbology and connection to early human art forms. Mixed media artwork titled 'Handprints and Hieroglyphs' showcasing textured backgrounds resembling a vintage fresco, featuring prehistoric cave-like elements and ancient symbols, evoking a sense of ancient symbology and connection to early human art forms.

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[laffytaffy05207]

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[steelelegancejewelry]

Gold Plated Stainless Steel Textured Spiral Statement Conch Shell Cuff Bracelet

[crystalrecognitionawards]

Art Glass Conch Shell Award

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engraved Art Glass award

custom Art Glass award

personalized Art Glass award, corporate Art Glass awards supplier USA - Crystal Recognition Awards

[aicollider]

Deities of Japanese Mythology discuss Lord of the Flies (William Golding)

INT. COZY ROOM – DAY The room is filled with cozy furniture, including a large table adorned with a teapot, tea cups, and cakes. The DEITIES OF JAPANESE MYTHOLOGY gather around the table, engaged in a lively book club gathering. Among them are AMATERASU, SUSANOO, TSUKUYOMI, and BENZAITEN. AMATERASU, a radiant goddess, raises her teacup in the air. AMATERASU Alright, everyone! Let’s begin…

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐌𝐎𝐒 𝐀-𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: being a mermaid, it's part of you nature to bring the object of your affection gifts in the hopes of swaying their gaze. how do these pirates handle your onslaught of treasures?

��𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nami, luffy, and sanji x mermaid!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k (.6k luffy, .4k nami, .6k sanji)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: mermaid!reader, continuation of this fic, requested

LUFFY

When you first began to court Luffy via your pod’s traditions, you quickly realized you’d have to improvise; Luffy had no clue what any of your actions meant, no matter how obvious you made it.

You brought your captain countless gifts, ranging from perfect pearls to slightly chipped sand dollars, and each time all he did was smile, thank you, and skip away to add your gift to his growing collection.

This time, however, you would make sure he understood, lest your sanity slip away. 

He sat criss crossed on his special seat, the mast of the ship, and you stood on the deck with a pretty pink and blue conch shell in hand. Hopeful eyes set on the man you admired, you failed to notice Robin coming up beside you. She hummed softly, startling you. “Oh, hi.”

“He’ll like that one.” Robin smiled cheekily. “But you want my advice?”

“Please.”

A chuckle left her as she looked on at her captain. “Be as straightforward as you can. Ask him what his feelings are.”

Blinking widely, you gazed back at Luffy. That surely seemed easy enough. Steeling yourself with a sigh, you nodded once and trudged forward, up the stairs to the foredeck and all the way up to where the masthead met the deck. Words rose to your lips and fell short, breath caught by the way the wind and sun sat around him like good friends. Luffy sat leaned back on his hands, eyes gently shut, easy smile on his face. You couldn’t dare to break such a moment, not till you nearly dropped the shell and let slip a little yelp. 

Luffy reacted instantly, tilting back his head to see what was the matter. He grinned upon seeing you, sending jitters through your belly. “Hey!” His eyes lowered to the conchshell tight in your grasp, jabbing a finger at it. “What’s that?”

He already knew it was for him; Luffy grew to look forward to your random gifts, treasuring them in his quarters and spending a little time each morning just admiring them. 

You glanced down at your gift, mustering up your courage and hoping beyond hoping that he’ll finally understand. “It’s for you. I found it this morning.”

Found was an understatement. You’d scoured the seafloor all morning to find something worthy of bestowing upon your love. Luffy beamed even brighter, if possible. “Really?” He slid off the mast and landed right in front of you. 

Luffy’s eyes shown like stars, his lips slightly parted as he ghosted his hands over the silky surface of the shell. You passed it on to his caloused hands, skin sparking as his fingers slid against yours. You stood transfixed upon him and how gently he handled the gift, turning it this way and that to see every nook and cranny, leaving no part of it unknown. A sharp ba-dump ba-dump echoed in your chest.

“It’s great,” he breathed, raising his eyes to peer into yours. Soft wasn’t a word one would use to describe Luffy. Brash and loud, yes. But not soft. Yet, there was this secret shadow of him that was softer beyond compare, only revealed in moments of deep distress… or right now, when you hand him a piece of your heart.

You felt a soft prod at your back, hand lunging back to catch a phantom wrist. You quickly released Robin’s hand, whipping around to spy her, but she was nowhere in sight. Puffing your cheeks, you swiveled back just to find Luffy leaning close over your shoulder, eyes squinted. “What’re we looking for?”

“N-Nothing.” Gazing into his face, you coiled your fists. “Luffy, I have a question.” 

Instantly, all his attention was on you, pleasantly awaiting. “Mhmm?”

“I… I was wondering… do—do you—do you like… tangerines?”

Luffy blinked a little blankly, before shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, I like ‘em. What an odd question.” He ruffled up your hair and hurried off. “I’m gonna add this to my collection. Thanks a bunch!”

“Yeah… no problem.” Cupping yoru face in your hands, you groaned disparingly. Cracking open an eye, you found a single arm sprouting from the deck rail sporting a thumb’s up of comfort. 

NAMI

The gifts had been a constant before you and Nami made it official, but after? Nami was running out of room to keep all the nick-nacks you showered her with. She’d never tell you that though, the smile on your face each time you offered up a gift a treasure in itself.

So Nami settled for becoming the ship’s interior decorator, making it a project to find the best places to present your increasingly beautiful finds. 

Hanging from the wall in the galley was a giant piece of seaglass wrapped in fishing net. On the kitchen table an array of shells sat in a decorative bowl. Each of the boys had a whole sand dollar they were not allowed to touch on the their bed table.

It took you a few weeks to notice it, with the decorations growing over time, but when you did a surprised yet excited beam took you face. You noticed the solid pink clam shell you’d found a month ago among the table decorations, immediately whirling on Nami with a bright smile. “I found that, didn’t I?”

She was worried you’d be upset with her decorating, but now you coudln’t have looked happier. Nami’s cheeks reddened as she laughed, nodding. “You did. I thought I’d put some of your treasures around so we can all admire them.”

You shot up from the table and bounded off. “How many more are there? Did you hide them?”

Nami watched misty eyed, heart warm as the sound of your voice echoed back to the galley. Robin chuckled behind her hand, winking when Nami caught her eye. Nami blushed deeper and, flustered, got up to chase after you.

After that, she really set out to hide the gifts you brought her, tucking them between books and pans. Your search grew to be a calm sort of game. You would be lying in a hammock by Nami’s side, her reading a book aloud, when you lazily pointed to the bookshelf and murmured, “There’s the blue one I got last week.”

The whole crew even joined in after a while, and a board was set up in the galley to tally the scores. Even after four months of the treasure hide-and-seek, you came out on top with the most finds, and if someone dared to come close to taking your title? Well, you reminded them that you have two rows of razor-sharp teeth, and suddenly you were champion once again.

SANJI Sanji treasures each and every gift you bring him, to the point where his nose starts to bleed every other trinket. He doesn’t love the gifts a normal amount, okay. He will set them up all over the kitchen and randomly point them out to anyone nearby.

“Look at that one! She had to have dove down so many depths to get it. Ah~”

“Mosshead, get your slimy, bottom-feeder hands away from my seashells.”

Everyone knew to treat your gifts to Sanji with immense care, and that fact sent a wave of pride through your heart. You sat at the kitchen counter watching him cook, lining up the shells just to admire them, every once in a while making them into the shape of a heart and sending him into cardiac arrest. 

Oh, but the gift he’s most proud of? It’s the one he wears round his neck every single day.

The first pearl you brought him was a small thing, around the size of a pinky, and you handed it to him shyly while saying you couldn’t find a bigger one to display. Sanji barely breathed, rolling it in his palm and just thinking of how lucky he is to have you, that you would dive down into the sea just to find him the most beautiful treasures. 

Yes, it was part of your culture, so part of this was customary to you, but after each of his lovely reactions your gift-giving grew into more of a habit of the heart, eyes always peeled for any trinket Sanji might enjoy. So when you noticed how he held the pearl with such care, the milky white of it looking so nice against his palm, you got an idea.

Every single morning for the next two months you gathered pearl after pearl, keeping them in a little box under your bed. Sneakily, you even managed to take the original pearl from the ring box Sanji kept it in. The scare it gave him when he awoke, turned to his bed table, and his prized gift from his lovely mermaid was missing?? He was inconsolable, so much so that you rushed to give him his gift a day earlier, giggling as you cut off his apologies.

“It’s okay,” you beamed, handing him a small paper wrapped object. “I think this will fix it.”

You bounced on your heels as Sanji sat down at the counter and delicately handled the paper, revealing the pearl necklace within. For the longest moment, he said nothing at all, only staring down at it blankly. You ducked to catch more of his expression, worrying your lip between your teeth. “Do you like it?”

Sanji’s lips ticked upward, eyes holding so much affection you could feel it hit you as he raised his gaze. “I love it. Thank you, my love.”

You couldn’t hold back the magnitude of your smile, reached to help him put it on. As soon as the cool pearls hit his skin, he felt a sense of wholeness only you could explain. He ran a finger over the necklace, wiping away a trail of blood with his wrist, and turned to take you in his arms. 

From that day forth, he never took the necklace off. 

Sanji never wasted a moment he could show it off, unbuttoning the tops of his shirts so it was more visible. You were more than pleased by this, hanging off his arm as you swept through markets, casting every admiring woman a lethal glare before reaching to toy with the pearls around his neck.

Let’s just say the gift satisfied a more possessive part of your nature you did your best to hide from your lover.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@100520s

[tired-lamb]

TLG ship names I came up with

due to complete boredom and too much free time. and also because there is a general lack of ship names in this fandom,, /lh

bunga x beshte — blueberry / blueberryshipping

bunga x ono — honeybird / honeybirdshipping or sunrise / sunriseshipping

kion x fuli — sunblaze / sunblazeshipping

fuli x makini — passionfruit / passionfruit shipping

ono x beshte — greyskies / greyskiesshipping (yes the double s is ugly)

kiara x vitani — sunrose / sunroseshipping or conchshell / conchshellshipping (colours are similar)

anga x ono — lychee / lycheeshipping (theres.. purple and white..)

fuli x azaad — double spots (? I feel like this could be used for jasiri and janja too tho but meh) / doublespeed (also meh)

bunga x binga — grapevine / grapevineshipping

varya x nirmala — autumn leaves or stripedflower ?? OH OH also monarchshipping from monarch butterflies

kiburi x ushari x shupavu — …..barbaric reptiles….. (not the best, I know) (also I know these three already have a ship name; just wanted to come up with something else for them for fun)

I wanted to come up with a ship name for vitani x tiifu and baliyo x kion too but unfortunately failed, lol. anyway, hope you liked these!

[madame-fear]

Hello, Amira! Hope you are okay 🫶🏻 Since you opened your requests again, I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to see you give life to my ideas hahaha.

Here it goes: Lucerys survives the attack in the end of episode 10. Luke is found unconscious at the sea by a commoner reader and she takes care of him. She doesn’t know he is a prince, until he tells her. Luke stays in her house until he is healed, which makes them grow close to eachother and eventually fall in love. But one day, he decides it’s time for him to return to his family and duties. Reader respects his decision, but she can’t help but feel sad at his departure. Years later, when Lucerys is 19 and has already become Lord of Driftmark, he comes back for her and makes a proposition: for her to join him and be his Lady of The Tides.

Sorry if it’s too long.

*ೃ༄ 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒. .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : Ju, I literally love all of your requests !! They always motivate me and keep me eager to write ahh 💕💕 Hope you enjoy this sweet love, and it was what you expected !! — summary : request. — word count : 11.0k (longest so far!)

— pairing : lord!lucerys velaryon x commoner!reader — genre : fluff.

Thin trails of dark crimson leisurely blended into the transparency of the continously moving tides, coming from all the visible open wounds from the body of the unconscious young Prince. From the skies was heard a wailing sound, accompanied by the faint sounds of a flapping motion. It came from a small flying beast; a wounded dragon.

More especifically, it was the wounded Prince’s dragon; being as harmed as his rider was. The current of the vast sea delicately carried his body along the sea waves, the brightly shining sunrays hitting against his face, and reflecting upon the tides.

His body was carried to the coast of a small village, leaving it there, remaining unconscious. A rather tranquil one, where only the faint squeak of seagulls and the waves clashing against the rocks in the sand was heard. And you happened to be taking a scroll on the coast.

It was a hobby of yours, to peacefully walk around the coast to invade yourself only with your thoughts, and carry your basket hanging loose from your arm moving along the rhythm of your steps, using it to collect conchshells and precious rocks you found. The traces you left on the sand were all rapidly washed away by the waves reaching the coast, but not that you focused on such thing.

From afar as you continued with your quiet stroll, you noticed the body of a young boy thrown across the coast. He seemed unconscious, as the waves continued to hit against his already wet body. Being concerned for a strange young man abruptly appearing at the coast of your village, you quickened your footsteps, practically running, and decided to approach the boy.

Reaching his body, your body fell to the ground on it’s knee with a soft, smooth movement. You dropped the basket by your side, and decided to tenderly take hold of his head, placing it on your lap as you scanned his face dedicately. He was badly injured; his face was bleeding with several scars, and other bleeding wounds across his arms, legs, and chest, which were visible as parts of his clothing had been ripped.

But he was still alive. You noticed his chest very faintly rising and descending. “Hello? Can you hear me?” you inquired, beginning to softlt shake his body to bring him into reality. The bright sunrays that hit on his face seemed to highlight his features, and he was rather adorable.

With a slow motion of frowning eyebrows, his eyes became a little bit more tightly shut as he regained consciousness. His body felt like a heavy burden, his injuries were a sharp pain, and his head was aching and throbbing. A little groan rolled from his lips, opening his eyes. His eyes were narrowed, adjusting his blurry visions to the sight and the bright skies. With a lazy movement, he moved his sight to stare into your eyes. He was placed on your lap.

Even if his sight was blurried and dizzy, he could tell you were a rather beautiful girl, with delicate features. “What happened? Are you alright?” you continued to question, with small hope that the boy could enlighten you with some information. His lips were partly open, mumbling whispered nonsense before he formed something coherent. Or slightly coherent, at least.

“Arrax, I need him...” was all he managed to respond with a raspy tone. His head on your lap became heavier, as his eyes fluttered shut once again and fell back into being unconscious on your lap. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his answer, but were more than determined to take good care of the young, enigmatic boy.

Lucerys fluttered his eyes open. It felt as if he had been sleeping for hours, but much worse. His head continued to frustrate him with a discomforting headache, and a body that shivered with slight cold and pain.

But, as he opened his eyes very softly, he noticed he had been taken inside a small, cozy chamber. Lucerys laid on a comfortable bed, and his body was covered with two long furry blankets up to his neck that kept him warm. Seven Hells, even his clothing had been changed into another one. It seemed that someone had changed him into night clothing.

As Luke shifted on his place trying to take notion of where he had been taken, a small whine rolled from his lips from the pain of his afflicting headache; but that was merely all he felt, as he noticed the rest of his wounds were patched, and even had got some bandage for the worst injuries around his arms and legs.

“Ah! It seem you are already awake.” lucerys turned his head to where the tenderly-sounding femenine voice came from, being yours. You sat by his side on a wooden chair, with a large book being placed on your lap, offering him a warming smile. “How are you feeling? I just had some herbal tea prepared for you when you for when you woke up.”

Standing from your seat, you quickly took hold of the little pot where you kept boiling water, pouring it inside a small cup that contained a teabag full of healing herbs you collected from around your village. Cautiously, you walked up to him, approaching him the tea. “Drink this, it contains healing herbs. They will help you heal your wounds better.” lucerys took hold of the cup you extended to him, flashing you a sheepishly weak grin.

“T-Thank you.” he muttered weakly, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip from it. Not that it tasted like the best excellency of teas, but for some strange motive not even himself could understand, he wholeheartedly trusted your words regarding the way they would make him feel better. “M-My head still aches heavily, as well as my body...” lucerys explained, with his hazel eyes dreamily gazing into your own. “May I ask, who are you?”

His question never had the idea to sound impolite to you, and of course, you understood the reason why he would inquire for your name. “My name is (y/n). I found you unconscious on the coast terribly injured, so with some help I took you inside my home, and took care of your wounds.” you answered, offering him a kind smile that made his heart shyly flutter. “May I know yours? Do you remember what happened to you?”

“I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon.” your eyes widened, having been completely unaware that you hosted and took care of a Prince, who was none other than Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’s son as far as you knew. Of course, you were going to be as respectful and careful as you could with him, but such fact had made you feel off. Not in a bad way, thought, rather pleasantly surprised.

His gaze wandered around your bedroom, trying to recall what had happened before he woke up in your bed. Lucerys was well aware he had been in Storm’s End, running away from his uncle Aemond, but not what happened after that. Softly, he flinched his gaze in pain. Any memory he tried to have, worsened his headache.

“I... Can’t remember, m-my Lady. I remember being on Storm’s End, but not what happened.” you had a brief idea about House Baratheon and Storm’s End, pressuming he must have been there for political alliances, or anything related. Swiftly he passed his tongue through his lips, before speaking up rather weakly again. “Have you seen a small dragon around, the moment you found me, m-my Lady?”

Of course, Luke knew you surely had never seen a dragon in person, perhaps had a bit of knowledge about them, and especially would know any less if he had mentioned the name Arrax. You had read about Targaryens and their dragons, but you were clueless about whether or not there was a dragon flying around the moment you had found him unconscious. Lucerys had been your top priority, and still was, but the young future Lord was more than notoriously preoccupied for the wellbeing his dragon companion.

“I apologise, my Prince, I-I do not recall having seen a dragon,” you explained anxiously, and rather timidly. “I... Was truly concerned for your wellbeing. But perhaps if you give me a description of the dragon, I may be able to stay aware?” a little grin formed at the corner of his lips at your proposal. He nodded.

“That would be very much apprecuated, my Lady. Arrax is a small dragon, pearly coloured and with amber eyes.” you took mental note of the dragon’s description, kindly giving him a single nod with your head.

“Understood, my Prince. You should rest, for now. Do you need anything else?” as you walked towards the door to leave, you gave him one last look. It was nearly impossible to take your eyes off of him, he had such beautiful features and an adorable little expression despite being in pain. Unbeknownst to you, he felt slightly flustered of sharing the same opinion you had on him, but with you.

Slightly, he shook his head. “No, my Lady, thank you.” politely you kept your smile towards him, nodding as you swiftly opened the door and, as you had began to leave, he called back for you. “Wait, (y/n)!” his voice was still a bit quiet, but enough for you to hear him. Especially in your room, where there was nobody but the two of you. “Yes, my Prince?” you asked back.

There were a few moments of silence in between the two of you that felt like everlong. You kindly awaited for him, noticing he struggled to say what he had to say before you left him to rest in your bed. Not because he was embarrassed of it, or disliked the idea of what he had to tell you, but strangely enough... His heart had little butterflies flapping their wings at the mere sight of you. His cheeks turned crimson, as he licked his lips rapidly and discreetly.

“I don’t think I could ever thank you enougn, or possibly repay your kindkess, my Lady. I owe you my life.” he mumbled, timidly.

Your own cheeks mimicked his, as some slight chuckles spurred from your lips delightfully. Oh, he charmed you right away with that sweet nature of his; very humble, and delicate. “Don’t, my Prince. You have nothing to thank me for.” you whispered back, looking into his hazel eyes. They stared at you lovestruck, like a little lost puppy mesmerised.

“Call for me whenever you need me.” curtsying down to him as you stood by the door of your quarters, you then quickly left and softly closed the door behind of you. Fortunately, he couldn’t see you as you had closed the door, but you had stood there for a few long minutes, gushing over how preciously adoring he was with you already. But you knew, it couldn’t be. Not yet, and most obviously, not ever.

The course of several moons had passed. Prince Lucerys had remained with you and agreed to stay with you until he had fully healed from all the injuries caused at Storm’s End provoked, as he told you, by none other than one of his uncles.

Over the course of the passing time, you bonded better than you could have ever bonded with anyone else. Even if he had slight difficulty walking, Luke often offered himself to help you cooking for the two of you, even if you had to guide him through the way and occasionally he accidentally burned food - but you shared nice evenings together. You spoke of your lives, your cultures, the thoughts in common you had, you taught him about how healing with plants and herbs worked; Seven Hells, he even helped you bond with his dragon Arrax as soon as the young dragon returned in search for his owner, overcoming your fear for the large beasts, and having the sweetest relationship with Arrax just like you had with Lucerys.

There was something about the way he was so ever gentle and delicate with you that swooped you right off your feet, for example when he took you to walk around the gardens of your home and offered you his arm for you to take, and how he cuddled with you whenever you felt too cold and he was warm. Or, when he gifted you a pretty flower that bloomed in your gardens, and silently stared at you in awe of your grace.

The young Prince was simply a delight you couldn’t resist. As much as you felt off admiting it, you were head over heels for Lucerys. And he felt the same towards you.

His dragon laid on the sand of the same beach where you had found his rider. Both of your backs were laying against the dragon’s body, resting silently and caressing delicately his pearly scales. The brightly shining sun was slowly disappearing into the sky, leaving across the mixed tints of vivid orange and some faint shades of pink. The bright light hit your faces, but you enjoyed the peaceful moment you spent with the Prince, listening to the splashing sounds of the ocean waves hitting against the rocks and shells of the shore.

“It’s delightful, is it not?” he spoke, in a cooing tone, making you crane your head towards him as you snapped out of your thoughts. His own smile made your lips quiver into a similar grin as well. “It is, Luke. I often come reading or doing patchwork here at this hour, because no one can bother me.” you had the luck of being able to call him by his nickname. And, he for sure did enjoy hearing the way your tongue rolled off his name so smoothly. The young Prince often spend nights with the way your voice said his name echoing on his mind.

A hint of concern was on his expression as you responded to his question. Luke had been quieter than he usually was around you, and there was a certain atmosphere on tension with him. Maybe even nervous, but you hadn’t asked, so you weren’t entirely certain of his causes for concern, and behaving in such strange way. Furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head to your side ever so slightly, you decided you should ask. “Are you alright, Luke?” you spoke, muttering nearly. “I have noticed you seem... Nervous? Concerned, perhaps?”

His fingers fidgeted, resting his hand on his lap as both of you laid against Arrax, whom rested. No one had to see him, knowing how commoners were even if you were hosting no other than a Targaryen Prince himself, but luckily for you it was rare for someone else to wander around the beach at such hour. A soft sigh escaped from his lips, lingering his sight rather reluctanctly on the ground, not being able to manage staring into your eyes. “It’s just...” a brief moment of silence was awkwardly growing, “But I am nearly fully healed, (y/n). I believe it would be best to return home and continue preparing myself to inherit Driftmark. I wouldn’t wish for mother to be preoccupied, or saddened as well.”

In a way, hearing those words come from him, felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water to you. It felt as if the atmosphere and the world surrounding you faded away, stopping it’s natural course. A deeply, harrowing sensation burdened you on your chest, as you had grown tenderly close to the Velaryon Prince. “I see.” was all you simply responded, a bit bitterly.

You knew the day would come. The day where he would have to return back to his family, amidst the war. You had mentally prepared yourself for it, but you were not ready to let go of him just yet. Though, you understood. You never wished to be selfish, and being on his mother’s position, you pressumed she must have been dealing with a great deal of anguish about her son’s probable death on Storm’s End. “I know, Luke, don’t worry.” one of your hands shyly went to take his own, squeezing it rather lightly to offer him some comfort. His hazel eyes were fixed on your own, a bit dumbfounded at the feeling of your warm, velvety skin when you held hands simply to reassure him.

“You should await for a few days until you’re fully healed, though. In the meantime, we could prepare for your departure so you can return back home safely.” despite being weary of being the next heir of Driftmark, Lucerys knew what duties he had to fulfill, and not that he could forever escape from them, either way.

Much like you, the young Prince felt a rather uncomfortable pressure tightening his chest, as well as a small knot that formed on his throat noticing your clear disappointment. He wished he could spend more time with you and cling to you like a lost little puppy, rather than just a few days that would obviously be spent being miserable and with a gloomy atmosphere, knowing that soon he’d return back to Dragonstone.

But, deep inside, Luke had already promised to himself that he would not just leave your side forever. He had to be with you, no matter how long he’d have to wait until he was almost fully an adult. It would be a few years, but either way... He would find his way back to you.

Several years had passed since the young Prince, Lucerys Velaryon, had been taken into your care when you had found his unconscious body being dragged by the seawaves to the beach shore.

The memory of your last day together still bitterly lingered. You could still feel the warmth from his body, and how tightly he had pressed your body against his own in your last embrace as if it had been just yesterday. The way his green eyes shone whether the sun, or the moon reflected their light upon them. Every inch of his beauteous features, you remembered them vividly. The Prince had promised he would return to you, and occasionally visit you; and even if you were keen in trusting his word, a deep part of you felt as if it was clinging to hopeless fantasy.

You could even remember crying your eyes out for the entirety of the day, not long after you stood in the beach for a few minutes, observing Arrax fly away, until you could no longer see them, and their presences vanished away amidst the clouds. The next days after his departure, you could not stop thinking about him for a single moment. The days felt grey and a burden to you, but you knew you would have to carry on.

It was something so temporary, you doubted whether taking care of him was a blessing or a curse. In one way, a blessing because you had never felt so deeply enamoured by a boy, and more joyful in your life. And a curse, on the other side, because you would have to live knowing it was simply something brief; not knowing if you would have the chance to feel his warmth against you ever again, or even, if he remembered you.

Quietly maneuvering the needles in your hands, you worked on some patchwork. You sat in a wooden chair outside your home, right at the door, allowing the cool windy breeze smoothly sway strands of your hair, delicately hitting against your face. As silent and peaceful as it was, the atmosphere remained with a lonely aura. The same lonely, empty aura remained ever since Lucerys left. While your eyes attentively lingered on the patchwork you sewed, you kept thinking about the Prince.

Abruptly, as if a sudden impulse inside of you forced your actions, your gaze moved upwards towards the sky. The bright light blue colour was leisurely fading away as the sun vanished, leaving place for rich orange tones and light pink shades to be smeared all over the sight, with the sunrays reflecting down onto the seawaves.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you noticed from afar a slightly large figure... flying? It seemed as if a large beast flew above the sea, fluttering it’s wings intensely. The closer the flying beast approached the seashore, the better you could notice it was a dragon being ridden by someone towards you. But it wasn’t any dragon — which was already rare enough to see for you —, but rather, it was none other than Arrax himself.

Blinking several times, your heart began violently pounding against your chest. Could it be, or could it be just the anguish taking a toll on your body, to the point it made you see things that were never there? But no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself you were simply imagining things in the span of a few minutes, the more vivid the sight of Arrax with Lucerys on top of him became.

Lucerys was just like you remembered, and it seemed his baby face remained with him. His green eyes were as bright and vivid as ever, with delightful dark, messy curls that had grown larger than last time you had seen him. Though, despite his baby face still living with him, it was notorious he had grown up into a handsome, young man.

Standing from your chair, practically tossing the patchwork aside, the dragon landed on the ground. A wave of dusty sand was spurred into the air as the dragon landed; Arrax had grown up along his rider. And the young Prince — now Lord — was notoriously more than eager to meet you after a long time, having missed that precious face of yours he so adored.

Whilst you ran towards them, Lucerys got off of Arraxes’ back. “Luke!” you shouted, as some giggles escaped from your lips. Your wide, toothy grin couldn’t help but br contagious to Lucerys, as he vastly opened his arms to receive an embrace from you. Without a doubt, rather than giving him am embrace, you threw your entire body on top of him, having Lucerys catch you in the air, as he giggled along you.

Both of you nearly stumbled to the ground as your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and your legs around his waist. Discreetly, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, iinhaling his sweet boyish scent that never failed to bring you a comforting sensation.

“Oh, how have I missed you, Lucerys.” being spinned around playfully and leisurely in the place by Luke, you simply allowed your body to relax in his presence. All the gloom you had once felt, was abruptly vanished from the ambience the second you fell into his arms again. It felt as if you had been given life again. “I was afraid I would not see you again.” you confessed a bit mindlessly, as if the words escaped from your lips subconsciously.

Slowly, your feet went back to being placed on the ground, releasing a soft huff when you released him from your tight embrace. Either way, Lucerys felt as if he could never stop a single second from touching you, as one of hia gloved hands was placed on your waist, and the other one tenderly cupped your cheek adoringly. Gods, he craved to touch you. After many years, it was nearly like a dream to have you in front of him again, so lively and sweet as always.

“But I kept my promise, have I not?” he teased, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner. “You have, yes. Lucky you’re different than most boys.” a small chuckle escaped from his lips, making his eyes twinkle in the process. And your eyes amorously gawked upon his features, as if you could melt from love right at that moment.

“You remained the same as always. You have no idea how badly I missed you.” at the last words, his voice dropped very slightly, tilting his head to his side discreetly to tenderly appreciate you. You had grown up as well into a proper, ravishing woman. “I have so many things to tell you, from the moment after I left. But now, I came in a bit of a hurry, you might say.”

At his words, your eyebrows were raised with curiousity, attentively awaiting to hear whatever thing he had to say. “Hurry?” you inquired, “Is something the matter?” immediatly, Lucerys shook his head. “Nothing too serious, but rather, important.” his eyes lingered timidly the ground for a few seconds, as the hand that cupped your cheek descended to your own hand, delicately holding it. A faint rosy tint began forming on his cheeks.

“I’ve finally become Lord of Driftmark, as I have come to age.” he began explaining, nibbling his lower lip briefly, in a discreet manner. As his sight was raised to stare at you, his heart nervously beat against his chest noticing your kind stare fixed on him. “And... Mother has been looking to betroth me to someone who could be... m-my future Lady of the Tides.” some stutter escaped from him rather sheepishly, having to force yourself to hold back a smile.

Though, your heart, much like his own, as well was beating rather rapidly expectantly. “And, at that time, I could not help b-but... Think of... you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, partly beginning to open your lips to respond. It was a shock, but it was rather a pleasant shock — he could not be serious, you felt as if you actually misheard him. “You have taken such care of me, that you have no idea how comforting that was when I was far from my own home,” he briefly continued speaking, a bit stumbling around his words shyly. “You’ve been more than sweet, and gentle with me. You truly have no idea how badly I missed the way you played with my hair, the way you laugh, stared at me when we talked...”

His gaze was never setting anywhere else, it simply wandered on the ground anxiously, feeling as exposed as he could ever be from expressing his true feelings. The previous faint rosy tint became in a notorious crimson colour, smeared all over his face. “I-I missed your warmth, I missed everything about you, b-but... Of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to—”

Unexpectedly, one of your hands cupped his cheek while the other pulled the collar of his clothing to bring him closer to you, and tiptoeing, you tilted your head to a side to press your lips against his own, kissing him rather freeingly. His lips were plushy enough for you to nibble on, if you wished. You could savour his sweetness, and the feeling of remaining with your lips locked together increased with every second that passed.

His green eyes had widened in surprise, initially, but then, his eyes began leisurely fluttering shut, melting into your own taste as his arms were wrapped around your waist, firmly holding you against him. An overwhelming feeling of excitement tightened his chest, feeling a small curve form upwards on the corner of his lips in between the kiss.

Though you had to pull for air, you remained close enough for your lips to be merely inches away, grasping against one another tenderly. The slight panting that came from both of you hit against your skins, desiring to remain that way and keep kissing for the entirety of the day, if you could. “You could never make me feel uncomfortable, Lucerys.” you whispered, smiling against his lips.

“Take me with you, my Lord.”

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[gitaiskcon]

Lord Vishnu on a Lotus A plenary portion of the Personality of Godhead known as the Supersoul resides within the body in the region of the heart. His four hands carry a lotus, a wheel of a chariot, a conchshell and a club. His mouth expresses happiness and His eyes are like the petals of a lotus flower. He wears yellowish garments and gold ornaments set with jewels. On His chest is the Kaustubha gem, and His torso is garlanded with fresh flower #gita #bhagavadgita #gitahindi #krishna #devotion #bhakti #iskcon #vaishnav

[celesticalcryptids]

Merry Christmas Conch Shell shippers ( yes I call them Conch Shell as their ship name )

Credit to @mossolantern for the designs as I love their Christmas Dancestor Icons ong

[bookcalanthedaily]

" what's that, mama? " the little princess tilted her head with curiosity. pavetta's lips curled into a soft smile as she opened up the shawl she's been weaving for her mother. " it is a present for your grandmamma. " she explained. ciri gasped loudy. " a present! do i get one too? " she asked, and her mother only put her hand tenderly on her little head. " no, my sweet. it is grandmamma's special occasion. " she said. ciri puffed out her cheeks. " what ocassion? " a soft chuckle like gentle chimes on the wind left the crown princess. " it is mother's day, ciri. "

mother's day.... ciri thought about it for a second or two, and then realized. her mama was mother too. her mother. and if mama was making a gift for grandmamma, then should she not make one for her in turn?

with sudden surge of energy, she ran out of the room without a word.

***

" grandpapa!! " the little princess ran into the stables with a shriek, unable to stop her run she collided with the king's legs with a quiet 'umpf'. small arms wrapping around his thighs as she looked up at the bushy beard. " it's mother's day!! " she exclaimed.

eist laughed, nodding his head. leaning down to pick up the little rascal, so they could be on the same eye level as they spoke. " aye, so it is. " he agreed. ciri's cheeks filled up with air once more, turning pink.

" i have no gift for mama. " she whined with complaint. an exagarrated gasp entering the skelliger's lungs. " oh no! whatever shall we do? " he asked. willing to give the earth, the heaven and the sea to the little girl in his arms.

" take me to the beach! " she demanded. without question, the king mounted his horse, sitting the princess safely in front of him. always happy to go along with whatever the little she-devil made up in her mind.

***

" happy mother's day, mama. " pavetta said, shyly presenting the hand-woven shawl of emerald green to the queen. calanthe smiled, pulling her daughter close, red lips pressed to her forehead as she accepted the silken fabric. brushing her fingers against it. " oh, thank you, my dear. this is most thoughtful. " she said, pavetta fidgeting softly with her hair, but happy, clearly. pleased with herself.

the moment was nearly ruined, as cirilla, sand in her hair, clinging to her dress and hands, ran into the solar. " mama!! " she yelled. the scream startling the crown princess slightly, and she turned to face her daughter. " what happened? did you fall? " she asked with concern, but there was no tears, only a self-satisfied grin on the five year old's face.

" for you! for mother's day! " she said, producing the biggest, most colorful conchshell she could find. pavetta, stunned by the gesture, accepted the gift with gentle hands.

[snixx]

ok this is so weird but i love the concept of a soul. not for what it actually is like i don't believe in any of the reincarnation shit but for some reason I picture soul physically as a huge plasma like murugaka seed that feels and smells like chicken (and besan pakoda for vegetarians) soup and sounds like folk and maybe a little R&B music and crackling wood and home when you put your ear really close to someone's chest like a conchshell and it gets really warm and fluttery and floaty when you're happy and interact with other strangers in a positive way