#i have a strong love for monks so naturally they are my favorite

[sliqtril]

who let my bird out

[inkwingsinc]

ok so about my lack of update. I got sidetracked writing about the nightmare horse (!!!!spoiler!!!!) and the other flesh gifts Feyd is going to give Laera. Harkonnen giftgiving traditions are atrocious, I've decided. Also I've re-written chap 21 like three times and I'm pretty sure some of my readers will unionize to beat my ass if I don't post eventually. ~tee hee~

Here, have some random headcanons related to BMGWMBGG because I'm deranged:

the Harkonnen tradition of offering "flesh gifts" to the bride is essentially the manifestation of that one post that's like "my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill"

given that Geidi Prime has to pump groundwater since the planet has no oceans and little rainfall, there are likely thermal pools/natural springs somewhere in the Fortress. They function like bath houses, essentially. Feyd-Rautha visits them frequently.

the Harkonnen tradition of draping their brides in betrothal chains came from the practice of having to physically restrain their wives because uhhhhh they did not often consent to marriage. Now the chains are just brutally pretty jewelry, but in ye olden days Harkonnens would kidnap their brides caveman style

the ceremonial lyggal warpaint is mixed with human blood. often the wearer's

Harkonnen men totally get married half-naked covered in warpaint. How else is the bride supposed to take her blood rite if he's all covered up? :(

Geidi Prime has a renowned rave scene. Party drugs? Evil techno? That's basically Tuesday for the upper classes

Despite keeping appearance of the contrary, Feyd-Rautha is not a hedonist with all pleasures. He holds himself to the standard of a warrior and forces purity of mind and body so that he can feel superior to others. Baby boi deffo has an eating disorder and like six different hangups about eating in front of others. Violence is his chief vice but sex is a close second, so he's not a monk all the time...

Feyd-Rautha thinks it's just so charming that women have a menstrual cycle. oh his partner lifts her skirt? and she's already bleeding? it's like Christmas came twice.

Feyd-Rautha has met Princess Irulan on two occasions prior to Arrakis. He was buck-ass naked during their first meeting (I will not explain) and covered in blood for their second. The Baron offered Feyd as a marriage prospect to the Emperor's daughter both times. "isn't my nephew strong? isn't he capable? wouldn't you like to give him children?" *gestures to the horrible little man covered in blood*

Feyd-Rautha is freaked out by horses. It's the spindly legs...

Feyd-Rautha's favorite food is nutrient paste. I am not joking

[mermaidsirennikita]

Contemporaries where dirty talk is especially hot? Both during sex and maybe also over text? Thank you!!

Sierra Simone, Sierra Simone, Sierra Simone. Her books are often set in a contemporary world, but they're not, as a heads up, "light" contemporaries. Personally, I wouldn't really go as far as to call them dark romance (well. Thornchapel, I would, but I also wouldn't recommend it as a contemporary as it has such strong supernatural elements lol) but they do have some elements of (light) mysticism as some of them are retellings of old myth set in a modern setting. I'd check out:

Priest, Sinner, Saint/"The Bell Brothers": These are three standalones (M/F, M/F, and M/M) that always have a bit of a religion kink. And a by a bit, I mean a lot. Priest is the book where a Catholic priest (who is actually very naturally carnal and only became a priest because of some deep guilt issues and religiosity) meets a woman who tells him ALL the shit she's done in confession. It's naturally dirty, and he naturally falls head over heels into an affair. Sinner is about a business whose best friend's little sister is about to become a nun, and she (on the advice of her convent, naturally) asks him to teach her about sex so she can experience what she'll miss before she really commits. Saint is about a guy who became a monk in a period of deep emotional crisis, whose ex-boyfriend (he left with zero notice) ends up on a tour of monasteries with him for an article he's writing. Temptation ensues.

The dirty talk in these is naturally very tinged with priest/nun kink stuff, it's SUPER dirty, and I love it. They're also just really good.

Her Christmas Notch books she does with Julie Murphy are a little tamer, both focus on this Hallmark-esque company where the leads film these Christmas movies and, of course, fall in love. I really, really love A Holly Jolly Ever After, because the hero is a former boybander (with a dad bod!) who fucks like a demon and also owns a chain of pizza shops, and his sex tape leaks, during which he's pictured absolutely RAILING a woman from behind, slapping her ass, and saying "and THAT'S how you toss the dough" which I personally think is some of the greatest dirty talk I've ever read.

New Camelot: One of my favorite trilogies of all time, MMF, "what if King Arthur was President, Guinevere was First Lady, and Lancelot was VP, and what if they were all in love with each other and entangled in an intense affair and IT WAS AMAZING". I reread scenes regularly. I love it so much. The dirty talk is obscene. You get the very cool "sit, stay, bark" dom dirty talk from one hero and the deranged "I'm going through it and you're going to go through it with me" passionate dirty talk from the other. Our heroine ain't half bad at it either.

Lyonesse Trilogy: The prequel novella and the first book are out now; it's a Tristan/Isolde/Mark MMF retelling. Mark is perhaps like... the dirtiest dirty talker Sierra has written. He's soooooo much. Like, if you want the condescending dom dirty talking hero, he's The One. The alternating between the "look how good you take it" stuff and "you're so desperate it's pathetic" shit. Why not both???

Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield has a TON of dirty talk, usually in the DD/lg vein. The hero and heroine roleplay dirty stepdad fantasies a lot, and the way they talk to each other is OBSCENE lol. And I love it.

Minx by Sophie Lark has some amazing dirty talk in the pet play realm. The heroine is an escort paid by the hero, and he has her dress up in a catsuit, wear a caller, drink milk out of a bowl while he calls her Minxie and a good girl and shit lol. I was into it. Idk if you'll be into it. Iiiii was into it.

Sara Cate's Salacious Player Club books have good dirty talk. They're sex club books that kind of deconstruct a different kink in each book (pleasure dom/sub in the first one, voyeurism in the second, MMF/bi awakening in the third, and femdom in the fourth... I'd stop after the fourth) and naturally are filled with dirty talk. Eyes On Me (the second book) may especially work for you because the heroine is a cam girl.

Possession by Adriana Anders has a heroine in a PR marriage with her famous husband end up in a kink camp with him after a scandal, and they... explore a lot. Including consensual kidnapping, an MFM threesome, lots of dirty talk... It's a lot.

Preferential Treatment by Heather Guerre has a heroine who becomes her billionaire boss's domme, so naturally there is a LOT of femdom dirty talk. We LOVE to see it.

Heated Rivalry & The Long Game by Rachel Reid make up a duology of hockey romances about the same couple (m/m). What I like about this is that you follow the same couple over like, a decade, starting when they're like 18/19, and they build up...? Their dirty talk? Like in the beginning, their encounters are more awkward, and then by the end they're using sex toys and like mild bondage and really KNOW each other and what turns each other on. Including the talk.

[friedwritinggamingghost]

Hey there. Sorry for bringing up an old post of yours since I was scrolling through tumblr on Chase & Omi mentor/protege relationship stuff. I saw your ask replies on favorite scene of Chase and Omi way back, and I could think for me at least why Chase has something personal against Raimundo. During Saving Omi, Raimundo's breakdown in his fight with Heylin!Omi, crying in both desperation and plea for the other to snap out. This short moment was that pivotal moment in making Heylin!Omi hesitating in dealing the finishing blow to Raimundo. And also, Raimundo rashly yet boldly charged towards Chase when the latter insisted Omi would remain here with him, declaring Omi would come home with them... Somehow seems to angered Chase enough to go into his draconic form to bite him off in half. So, there's still a bit of strong animosity hatred between them for what I've seen.

Hey there! My sincere apologies for taking so long! Life called and life takes priority.

I wouldn't be at all surprised if Chase had animosity for Raimundo in particular.

In my own opinion, Raimundo isn't a particularly honorable person. That's not to say he has no honor, of course. I have no doubt he'd die to save his loved ones, and he'd die for what's right if that was the only option left.

But beyond that? I think Rai is a deeply flawed young man, just as all the other Xioalin Dragons are, it's part of what makes them interesting. But his flaws lean him more towards morally grey areas. I think it comes naturally for him to put his own interests first, then his loved ones and then what's right.

Him fighting against those instincts is an interesting character plot.

But I think his flaws are what make him both uninteresting and infuriating to Chase.

Raimundo has talent, he's willing to put in the work, he's underhanded and sneaky and a liar and a hypocrite. And he is consistently favored over Omi.

Omi has his own flaws which I won't get into for this post, but he's also a genuinely honorable person. He has a strong work ethic, he is talented and works hard to level his raw talent into unparalleled skill. His loyalty is unquestionable, unlike Raimundo.

And it extends to Raimundo. Even as Raimundo is favored over Omi, unfairly so. (I include the other monks in this as well, because they're all given more priority by Fung than Omi is.)

Omi is neglected and overlooked and passed over by the very people who raised him. Who should care for him more than anything. They put Rai in the spotlight, consistently downplaying Omi and lifting up Rai.

And yet, it's Rai who makes Omi hesitate. It's Rai Omi looks up to the most even as they're rivals. It's Rai that Omi gives his loyalty to, even when not following Rai might actually be better for Omi.

I think that there is a dynamic between Rai and Omi that Chase probably finds very bitter to witness.

So yeah no, I would agree. I think Chase would blatantly be pleased with Raimundo's death, and maybe he even hates Rai as well.

[yamcat]

ten faves in ten fandoms

I was tagged by the ever lovely @saltedpin , thank you for thinking of me, this was so much fun <333!!!!

Golden Kamuy: this is a tough one for me, because one of the things I love the most about this story is just how well written and intriguingly fleshed out each character is, especially in relation to eachother and to the story itself, but I think I will go with the OG who captured my interest right away, Tsukishima Hajime. Yes we love an unhealthy and obsessive relationship with authority and sense of duty, throw in the belief of living on borrowed time and therefore a life that can't possibly belong to you anymore, and I'm all yours.

Haikyuu!!: the thing is that I've always been IN love with Daichi, but Oikawa is the one who I have always felt the strongest for. A proud dramatic overachiever who cares too much but pretends like he doesn't, genuinely passionate about what he loves to the point it risks consuming him; a tough bitch as much as a sensible nerd. I care for him a lot.

HunterxHunter: Gon, my precious little feral kid who gets traumatized over and over again, but still decides to be kind. What I love the most about him, though, is that he is never portrayed to be inherently good; he is stubborn and occasionally selfish because of his nature as much as because he is just 12 y/o and he doesn't know any better, which is what makes him as lovable and charming as he is.

Helluva Boss: I know I'm not too loud about it, but I have been utterly in love with this show for a good couple months now, as well as with the helluva boss himself, Blitzø. He is a raunchy little imp who severely struggles with self-love and therefore does his best to push away every opportunity he has at a good and healthy relationship because who could possibly love him, right? but he genuinely TRIES, and sometimes he succeeds too, plus, he's still always there for the one he cares about. and honestly, he is just so fucking funny, he has my entire heart.

Dungeon Meshi: Laios, the supposedly knight archetype who does eventually fulfill his destiny, but in the messiest way, unwilling, and at the cost of what he loves the most. There are so many characters I genuinely like in this story, but I am too fascinated and amused by Laios' obsession with monsters and how it makes him so smart and so dumb at the same time to not love him the most. I'm sorry, apparently I have a particular liking for people who are extremely passionate about what they love.

Star Trek: I was unsure about who to choose between Spock and Kirk until the very end, but I have to say Spock. His double heritage and the way he navigates it, all the suffering and treasures he finds in feeling less and more, misunderstood and capable of understanding more than anyone else the multiplicity that deeply characterizes the universe he explores and is so curious about. Rarely I have empathized so much with a character before. Plus, he can be a dramatic bitch, Spirk divorce ark Spock is my favorite Spock.

Tiger & Bunny: honestly both of them, but for the sake of the game I shall say Bunny a.k.a. Barnaby Brooks Jr., my favorite traumatized model face babe with deeply rooted trust issues who completely falls in love with a hot loser single dad who has the tendency to help everyone else but himself. A match made in heaven. And me with them

LOTR: Frodo Baggins. No one understands him like I do....

FMA: my heart is divided between Olivier Armstrong and Riza Hawkeye, because what's not to love about strong, gorgeous, mature, cunning, intelligent, trust-worthy, powerful women? Different flavors, but equally delicious.

Saiyuki: Genjo Sanzo. In a few words, a trigger-happy, easily annoyed, short-tempered Buddhist monk who overly smokes and drinks. In a lot of words, please read Saiyuki.

I'm tagging whoever sees this and wants to do it, it is a lot of fun! And of course, please feel free to @ me if you so wish to!

[grapesodatozier]

"hey boss sorry I’m late I was zoned out in the shower thinking about what dnd 5e class each of the losers would be" -me this morning

lol anyway here’s what I came up with!! would love to hear others’ thoughts on this!! my personal character interpretations are very book heavy with cherry-picked movie influences and a respectable scoop of fanon interpretations I like lol so I think there’s a lot of options here and I think it would be so fun to hear other people’s interpretations of this!!

bill: oath of vengeance paladin whose god is maturin. his favorite spell is compelled duel. no further elaboration needed.

mike: farm boy mike made me consider druid or ranger, but I think his motivations are very strong around maintaining derry’s history, and he’s incredibly dedicated to that, so I think knowledge domain cleric makes most sense to me (his god is also maturin, bike maturin acolyte boyfriends so real <3 )

ben: book ben is soooo fighter. that man threw back an insane amount of alcohol, went back to derry no question, stomped on some alien eggs, and took decades to confess to a cute, corny little 3 line love poem, then respectfully swept his childhood love off her feet. that’s just so fighter to me. like there is nothing more Fighter than starting your story alone in a tavern venting vaguely about your past heroic exploits to the bartender. fighter for sure with some significant levels in artificer for his architecture career

stan: wizardddddd he literally escapes pennywise with the powers of his bird watching guidebook!!!! literally got magic powers from a book in canon!!!!! also he's very happy being an accountant and i feel like math and desk jobs feel very wizard to me lol. also it would be so interesting to explore his feelings about being able to shape reality when he's so attached to maintaining reality. but. he literally changed reality with his book like!!!! so much to think about here.

bev: i kinda want bev to be a rogue, but i think that's just what she initially tries to be. she wants to fly under the radar so bad but she never can. honestly i think she's a barbarian!! it's what she deserves!!! 2017 babygirl kills her dad by bashing him over the head with a toilet cover!!! that's some barbarian shit she has so much anger and rage that she deserves to let out!!!!! also her premonitions about It coming back? danger sense. decades in advance danger sense lmao

eddie: listen. i considered rogue. killing your childhood bully with a broken perrier bottle is some rogue shit. i also considered monk, bc our boy loves to go fast!! but i think the most fitting class for him is ranger. his "super power" is always knowing where to go and where he is. he uses it in the sewers, he uses it to drive around new york city better than anyone else. knowing your terrain that effortlessly is some ranger shit. also he's happiest just chilling on a grassy hill or hanging out in the barrens!! nature baby boy!! also rangers can be a dex class so it still works for him wanting to run and run and run

richie: okay i spent way too much time thinking about richie's bc he's my favorite <3 lol so this is gonna be long. listen we all have biases okay. anyways he's obviously a bard like hello he can change his voice and convince people he's someone else. basically literally casts silvery barbs in book canon. constantly performing. described as having "exhausting charm." support class 100%, while everyone leans on bill he's the one bill leans on. favorite spell is disguise self bc he wants so badly to be someone else. but i don't think he's just a bard. i think he pretends to be just a bard, but such a big part of richie's character is being afraid of things inside himself that he'd like to ignore but can't control. It shows him a werewolf with his name on it which yeah I'm very pro bisexual interpretation of that but more generally is just about feeling like he's got smth uncontrollable and scary that he doesn't understand within him. all of which screams wild magic sorcerer!! so i think he's a wild magic sorcerer who learns bard stuff so he can pretend he's only a bard bc he's scared of his natural magic

okay ty for reading please feel free to share your thoughts if you have them <3

[the-monkey-ruler]

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🗣️ If you grew up more on family/oral tradition or region-specific storytelling, what's a fun quirk in how your version JTTW differs from Wu Cheng'en canon?

Ooo that's hard to say, I really learned from my teacher about JTTW in class or tv cause my parents are kinda... boring. I still have the PowerPoint she used to show us the slides somewhere on my old laptop all those years ago. If my parents were the ones to tell me about it orally I think they would have made it similar to the 1961 Wukong in mind, making him more mischievous than anything else. I would have to ask them if there was any tales they heard it from or they are more just diehard cartoon fans.

🌄 Favorite minor character?

Li Muzha. Man does not get paid enough to be the ultimate errand boy. He does get a new little brother disciple out of this though.

🤝 Underrated dynamic?

Wukong and Bajie. I know now they are getting a lot more love with their dynamics but seriously... they are so funny with one another and between the contact pranks, jabs, and "I refuse to believe he's dead, nothing can kill someone that stubborn" attitude between the.... they give me life.

💬 A quote you love?

Chapter 24, "Pilgrim said, "You can walk from the time of your youth till the time you grow old, and after that, till you become youthful again; and even after going through such a cycle a thousand times, you may still find it difficult to reach the place you want to go to. But when you perceive, by the resoluteness of your will, the Buddha-nature in all things, and when every one of your thoughts goes back to its very source in your memory, that will be the time you arrive at the Spirit Mountain."

🤔 Has an adaptation ever reshaped how you feel about a character or arc?

I think the 1996 has forever influenced how I see Tang Sanzang for the rest of my life. To me that is the peak Sanzang and the one I think really shows a man who this struggling with himself but still holds fast to what he believes in even in times of hardships. He is a little naive but has a heart that is too big that cares for both humans and demons and truly thinks that going west can save them both through the beliefs of Buddism. Demons can repent their ways and change from eating humans to just living their lives, and humans can reach enlightenment and escape pain, which is all he wants for the world.

He is the MOST monk of all the monks and I will forever hold him close to my heart.

📝 Favorite thing an adaptation changed in their version of the story?

Strangely enough, I really loved the 2003 My Son Goku because of this one scene where Wukong is trying to go to Master Putis and during this, he gets caught in a sandstorm. This was before he got any magical powers or immorality and he was surely going to die. But then a monk trying to go west stops and saves him, his own horse was already dead and he gave the last of his water to Wukong. Wukong was able to survive but he wasn't strong enough to save the Monk that gave up his life for his and could only watch as the sandstorm covered his body, forcing him to leave.

Or the Hero is Back 2015 were Wukong is awaken earlierthan expected and literally is put on babysitting duty to protect Liu Jiang while he is trying to get back home and being a grumpy dad.

Wait, wait, no 1986 gaslighting me so hard for years thinking that Bailong really had a finance that ran away with the Nine Head Demon. That for YEARS convinced me he had a whole thing going on until I reread and was like… "I played myself." That's impressive.

💢 Hot take?

Sun Xingzhe is terrible at worst and a coward at best but also he is fucking funny and I want an adapation with him.

He is giving... this engery.

[jojosbizareadventureoc]

PILLARWOMAN/ HUMAN OC

❝Dont judge a book by its cover or a person by there actions alone. It can prove a fatal mistake.❞

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G e n e r a l I n f o r m a t i o n

Full Name

☾ Emily Rose

Namesake / Meaning

☾ Grandmother's name and mother's favorite flower

Alias / Nicknames

[c]☾ Desert flower

Hamon dancer

Age

☾ 100,000 years (Appears in her late 20s early 30s)

Mental Age

☾ 100,000 years with childlike humor

Species

☾ Half human hamon user half pillarwoman

Gender

☾ Female

Pronouns

☾ she her miss maam

Sexuality

☾ straight

Blood Type

☾ unknown

Birthday

☾ 100,000 years ago around april

Birthplace

☾ An unknown tribe of pillarmen close to American mountains

Nationality

☾ Early Pre American pillarman and early native american hamon monk

(I dont really know. Her tribe was from somewhere closer to north america)

Zodiac Sign

☾ aries

Occupation

☾ Hamon student first then hamon instructor training in hamon healing and defensive fighting. After her village was destroyed she traveled the world doing so many different jobs she has forgotten most if them. Today she travels the world looking for more information about her heritage and healing others as she goes.

Affiliation

☾ (depends on the role-play plot)

Goal

☾ to learn more about her mothers heritage. Possibly find more like herself. To try and feel less lonely.

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❝The world over time though interesting in its changes has grown cold and lonely to me.❞

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M e n t a l & P h y s i c a l S t a t e

Disabilities

☾ sun burns easily

Allergies

☾ lightly allergic to the sun and pollin

Mental Illness(es)

☾ light insomniac

Illness(es)

☾ none

Genetic Disease(s)

☾ none

Diet

☾ loves meat and sweats other than that she has a normal diet

Hygiene

☾ loves to be clean. Hates public toilets. Can not stand unkempt nails.

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❝My nails are my pride. They have to be perfect.❞

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P e r s o n a l i t y

Personality Description

☾ kind and caring to everyone. She respects all life and tries not to harm anyone or anything but she does hate bugs. Emily loves to explore and learn about new technology. Emily loves books and music and being outdoors. Shes usually nice to everyone but if you make her mad or hurt her friends she turns into a terrifying predatory like defender with the aura of a tiger stalking its prey. She hates womanizing men and meaningless flirting but secretly is shy around good looking guys and if one were to flirt with her she would mentally shut down turning into a babbling mess like a teen age girl. She has a fear of forever being alone due to her race and long lifespan plus shes afraid her strength with be to much for anyone to ever be safe with.

Positive Traits

☾ always loyal to friends. Kind and soft hearted. Easily makes friends. Loves to help. Loves to learn and teach.

Negative Traits

☾ tends to hate herself. Has a habit of being a loner. Freaks out when seeing bugs or being threatened by bugs. When she gets angry she shows some of her pillarwoman powers blowing her human cover.

Strengths

☾ is 100,000 years old and carries a lot of knowledge with her. Is super strong and tough. Can see hear and smell better than humans. Can use strong hamon for healing and fighting.

Weaknesses

☾ sun burns easily. Gets depressed at times and just shuts down. Fears hurting others. Doesn't like fire. Is a slight insomniac. Is a natural lightning rod often getting struck

Hobbies

☾ listening to and playing music. Singing. Painting. Drawing. Training with hamon and martial arts. Healing others. Reading books. Researching history. World traveling.

Habits

☾ stays up for several days and nights at a time. Eats to many sweets. Drinks an inhuman amount of alcohol. Hums to herself an old lullaby her mother use to sing. Takes incredible good care of her nails.

Bad Habits

☾ over reacts to nasty bathrooms and braking a nail. Picks at her scabs or bites her lip till it bleeds when she's nervous. Often spends to much time alone.

Talents

☾ can sing play instruments draw paint is extremely flexible remembers things very well use hamon for healing or fighting is grate at martial arts and knows more than any human hamon user alive in current day about hamon

Beliefs / Religion

☾ all life is precious

Phobias & Fears

☾ bugs and that shell live eternally alone never finding anything about her mothers half of her family and that shell accidentally hurt someone

Pet Peeves

☾ hates womanizers and bad nails

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❝I will squash you like a bug if you ever harm an innocent soul again.❞

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L i k e s & D i s l i k e s

Likes

☾ music. Sweets. Meat. Art. Reading. Traveling. Helping others. Learning. Training. Watching horror movies.

Dislikes

☾ bugs womanizers breaking a nail animal cruelty bullies storms

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❝Don't try and quote the past to me. Give been there.❞

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T h i s O r T h a t

Introverted or Extroverted ?

☾ a little of both

Calm or Tense ?

☾ mostly calm

Insane or Sane ?

☾ sane just a bit silly at times

Patient or Impatient ?

☾ patient with some impatient with idiots

Logical or Emotional ?

☾ a bit of both

Reckless or Careful ?

☾ careful

Organized or Disorderly ?

☾ both

Would Rather Working or Relaxing ?

☾ non decided

Optimistic or Pessimistic ?

☾ optimistic

Honest or a Liar ?

☾ honest but has secrets

Would Rather Have Fame or Obscurity ?

☾ obscurity

Brave or Coward ?

☾ brave when needed

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❝Let me help you with that.❞

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A p p e a r a n c e

Hair

☾ long and white with a slight wave to it

Eyes

☾ a spooky white silver with long thick lashes

Skin

☾ very fair and light

Height

☾ 5 foot 9

Weight

☾ 245

Body Type

☾ athletic and well toned

Age Appearance

☾ early 30s late 20s

Scars / Wounds

☾ several but there faded all over her body

Tattoos

☾ none

Glasses

☾ no

Casual / Common Clothes

Formal Clothes

Party / Hangout Clothes

Sleep Wear / Pyjamas

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❝Please tell me there's more cake.❞

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A b i l i t i e s

General Abilities

☾ Emily is a grate martial arts fighter and developed her own style if fighting that makes her look like shes dancing. Shes grate with a whip and a long pole often using them in combat. Shes a master hamon user but mostly uses it to heal. When fighting with hamon she seams to be using electric currents of energy that runs threw every living thing. Its like her mode is lightning.

Strengths

☾ pillarman speed strength and super senses. Strong healing hamon and lightning energy hamon.

Weaknesses

☾ can't use her lightning energy hamon in water or when soaked due to the water being a conductor. Sunburns easily. Is mostly a pacifists preferring not to fight. Terrified of bugs. Doesn't heal as fast as full blooded pillarmen because she's half human.

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❝Care to dance with danger?❞

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C o m b a t & I n v e n t o r y

Fighting Style

☾ dancing marital arts style where she almost never stops moving.

Strategy

☾ confuse her enemy by constantly moving then strike when they least expect it or just directly strike with hamon

Inventory

☾ travels carrying a hikers backpack with her equipped with mostly basic survival gear like a tent sleeping bag or hammock and some food along with maps and compas. Always has some kind of book and a small flute called an ocarnia. Has a retractable long metal pole good for conducting her hamon and a rope whip. Often wears or has in her backpack a heavy metal suit for speed training.

Status

☾ she likes to live a peaceful life but will fight if the moment calls for it.

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝Can we all just get along?❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

S t a t s

Physical Strength

☾ 9/10

Mental Strength

☾ 9/10

Reflexes

☾ 9/10

Endurance

☾ 9/10

Speed

☾ 10/10

Technique

☾ 10/10

Cooperativeness

☾ 10/10

Self-Control

☾ 10/10

Intelligence

☾ 10/10

Stamina

☾ 9/10

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝All life is precious. Especially a short human life.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

S t a n d /H a m o n I n f o r m a t i on

Hamon or Stand User ?

☾ hamon

Hamon Type

☾ indirect, direct attacks/ healing

Hamon Description

☾ emily is able to direct the flow of electric energy from her body or another living thing into electric lightning like attacks including punches and kicks and she can direct the electrical current threw her metal staff to deliver strong strikes at a distant as well as using her whip to do the same. In a last attack she can summon her final strength and shoot a bolt of energy from her hands. If she is near a good source of energy like in a city full if electricity she is pretty much never out of ammo. She prefers to heal with her hamon and as long as the wounds are not life threatening she can heal anything.

Limitations

☾ can not use her hamon in rain or when wet. If she uses to much of her own energy her body starts to shut down. If she heals to many people at one time she can get sick and weak.

Drawbacks

☾ she is a walking lightning rod and ends up burning a lot of clothing by being struck by lightning. Often ends up shorting out electronic devices by accident due to her high energy.

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝Dang it I short circuited another radio.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

❝Stop hitting me with lightning nature!❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

F a m i l y & R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Family

Father

☾ deceased. Former hamon Indian chief

Mother

☾ deceased pillarwoman

Aunts / Uncles

☾ dead

Siblings / Cousins

☾ dead

Grandparents

☾ dead

Friends & Close Friends

☾ the speedwagon foundation and the joestars

Love Interests / Crushes

☾ Joseph joestar ,ceaser, karrs, esidisi, whamuu, Santana

Partners

☾ none

Enemies / Rivals

☾ bullies and basic bad guys

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝I wish I wasn't the only one of my kind.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

B a c k g r o u n d & O v e r a l l

L i f e

Background / Backstory

Grew up peacefully at first with her mother teaching her to use her pillar strength and senses wisely. She had a hard time making friends when she was young because the kids were afraid of her. Even after she wondered away from her sleeping mother one morning and learned she was immune to the sun. Her father was a hamon student and found her playing with a puppy. He also saw flowers growing around her as a result of her hamon. He began to train her from then on and thought her to use hamon to heal as well as defend.

Teenage Years / Adolescence

☾ when she turned 13 her father had become a grate hamon teacher and healer in there tribe. He was in his late 50s but her and her mother aged slower than him. They both continued to train her and she became a hamon warrior when she turned 15. Her tribe accepted her and she soon had many friends. She fell in love but they were never to be together. There lives were just to different and he rejected her witch caused her to develop a fear of rejection and she decided never to fall in love again.

Adulthood

☾ As time passed on her father became chief of the tribe and she in turn became a princess but they did not really use that sort of tital. Emily was now well into her 30s and her father was very old. They both had heard of her mothers clan being attacked and wiped out by other rogue pillar men and that other hamon tribes were also being slaughtered. Fearing an attack emily's parents sent her away to train and learn more about her powers and herself but in reality they just wanted her to be safe. While she is away the rogue pillarmen attack killing everyone and her mother falls by there hands refusing to join them. By the time Emily returns 5 years later she finds the ruins of her home, her people nothing but corpses, and a crumbled statue of her mothers body witch turns to dust when she touches it. Emily morns for days and goes in search of revenge but never finds anything to tell her what happened.

Current Location

☾ Traveling the world (depends on role-play story)

Residence

☾ nomads don't live anywhere long

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝Guess the nomadic life suits me.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

T r i v i a / E x t r a

☾ loves all animals

☾ has worked for police and mafia and yakiza

☾ has a fortune of her own hidden in secret locations all across the world

☾ is a simp for big muscles and nice butts

☾ lives spring and fall

☾ loves skinny dipping and hot springs

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

╭──────────.★..─╮

╰─..★.──────────╯

❝Lets just enjoy the jurney.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

T h e m e S o n g ( s )

☾

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝Im just one big mystery.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

C r e d i t s

Artwork / Faceclaim Credit

☾ none

Character Design Credit

☾ imvu creators

Sources Used

☾ imvu for character design

Misc info.

☾ Training outfit

Speed training armor

[carnal-lnstinct]

Sorry but... i want more about goku super saiyan 4 , is so amazing i love that trasformation , x chubby reader smut if you can do it ....

blorbo? from my show, with a chubby reader? more likely than you think!

Pairing: Goku (SS4) x Female Chubby Reader ( Requested by @the-last-sayan ) Rating: Mature / 18+. Minors DNI Warning: ( explicit language )

Bigger monke man, Bigger hands. Bigger appetite. He needs to fill them. Goku’s not a lecherous man by nature, but...maybe his other nature lets him be more bit more frisky. Goku doesn’t exactly develop a domineering personality in SS4, he just needs an outlet for all his energy. Baser instincts, he can’t exactly fight you so being gentle and close to you will often make him needy for you. Despite your size compared to him, he’s gonna manhandle you during sex. Doesn’t matter to him, he’s carrying you to wherever seems most convenient to selfishly indulge you.

Likes to trace your curves with his tail. Along your thighs, between your breast, anywhere he can squeeze it. Will spank you with tail if he catches you off guard

Booty man? Tiddies man? Belly man? Thigh man? The answer is yes. Your body is his temple and he’s come to deliver tribute. He can’t favor one part of the body with more attention when there was all of you to bite play with. But he does like how small your nipples look between his large fingers so will tease them. If he sees them through your shirt, consider it his goal to play with them through your shirt. Do you writhe the same if fabric is in the way? He’s gonna find out.

Him bite. You excite him, and those two things go hand and hand for him. You’ll only feel the pressure of his jaw when he’s coming and by then it’s a second thought compared to your pleasure. Loves your fingers in his mouth, surprisingly he does not bite them

Favorite Positions With You: missionary + variations, pretzel dip, spooning, doggy, mating press, lotus position.

If you let him, he’ll rub his cock between your thighs, breasts or ass cheeks.

Enslave him with the boob job, he’s weak to it

If you wear make up and do your eyes like his, take a picture to capture it because he’s going to sweat it off you

Goku in SS4 strikes me as the type to have a subtle but signaled approach to sex if he’s initiating it because in his head he’s planned out his whole pounce, but he’s completely bold and shameless once he’s in it with you. And it’s one of the few times you see him possessive of you. He’s gripping every part of you: your breast and stomach in doggy style, your full hips and ass when you ride him, your thighs and hands when you're beneath him. Whenever his hands can’t hold because he’s already filled them, then his tail with find it.

If you let him come inside you, then he’s going to make it worth your while to make sure your orgasms are intense as you make him feel. He’s not ashamed to beg you to keep up with him, “Just a little longer.”, “We're almost there, hold me closer.”, “I know you got it in ya, keep goin'.” He'll push you for more, you have to tap out to get him to stop. Then there are his kisses, so strong and mouth so hot. Moaning to your lips how grateful he is to know this pleasure between your body and his. Praising you for sticking it out with him and working up a naughty little sweat for him to clean off you.

His aftercare can almost make you forget what a beast he was working you half to death for just one more orgasm. Hydration is very important, can't have you overheated. He likes to take turns lying on each other, to feel you snuggled into his chest and rest your leg across his body, or to bury his face between your neck and cleavage and wrap his tail around your body. Letting him spoon you after sex is a dangerous game, everything perfectly rubbing against him is sure to stir him up all over again.

[jonthethinker]

“I feel like the ball’s in her court, she’s the one with the dead wife.”

This is a really funny line, and VERY in character for Beau, but in a weird way, it gave me a lot of hope for some reason?

Beau is my favorite character, and I feel pretty comfortable with any potential romance or lack there of for her in the future. But that line really makes me believe that maybe I’ll get my real wish to come true, which is for Beau to be pursued.

Beau really is the real loner of the group; the person who was introduced to us as Fjord and Jester’s third wheel, having only met them like a day or so before the start of the game, where as the various pairs each had already forged a good foundation of friendship between them. And that speaks to her character’s notion of herself, which is that nobody willingly chooses her.

I mean, her own father tried to replace her with a new child. Her life with the monks was meant to instill discipline and structure to some deviant, not to encourage enlightenment in a willing pupil. Even with her current lauded reputation in the Cobalt Soul, she believes it’s just because Dairon’s been speaking highly of her, and has nothing to do with her own value. I feel like even her view of the Nein itself has been clouded by this, like it’s especially precious to her because she got in under the wire before they could figure out how much of a piece of shit she really was.

I think this is why the deal with the Hag came so naturally to her; in her eyes she was living on borrowed time with these people anyway, may as well return the favor. A reasonable price to pay for the riches she stole in the form of their undeserved love.

But now she’s in a position where someone will have to go out of their way to choose to be with her. And not just because she’s some hot monk who can woo all the ladies; but because they want her heart. Her big, messy heart. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted for her. I want her to feel wanted, needed, seen. In a way life so far has cruelly denied her until the Nein. But the Nein’s love is so subtle. I just really want someone to love her loudly, in a way even she has a hard time denying.

I mean, even the sentence itself shows what it would mean to love Beau. Because she’s being considerate, just in a very Beau way. It is a really sweet thing of her to insist Yasha gets to decide if and when this relationship happens; she’s lost her wife, and Beau understands and is sensitive to how hard it must be to deal with those feelings of loss. But she communicates that sensitivity like that. No sugar to help the medicine go down. Beau feels and loves like cutting paper without a dotted line. And if you want to be with her, you’re going to have to come to terms with that.

And it will mean so much if Yasha chooses to pursue Beau. Because Beau will have to reconcile the contradictions of her own self-image with the idea of a widow, that widow, choosing to love her. Because, I mean we all know Yasha is a catch, right? This sweet, quiet, strong woman who loves flowers and has literal angel wings, but also is this badass champion of a storm god who eats spiders and rips the wings off demons and is fiercely protective of the ones she loves. I don’t know a single woman who wouldn’t get the literal vapors about her if she were real.

Yasha is incredible, and if she’s ready to love again, there’s nothing making her choose Beau. Yasha has no more chains. She could find love anywhere in the world, any time down the line. So choosing Beau, chasing Beau, means something. Because Yasha really has seen Beau a lot, at her best and worst. Raging at Caleb over a magic pot. Crying over her father. At the other end of her blade, dying. But also rushing to save Nott from a river of lava. Quietly sharing a story of a lover of her own in the dead of night. Offering a Hag her only source of happiness if it meant Veth Brenatto got to live with her family again.

So choosing her despite all that, or perhaps because of it, would really have to mean something, wouldn’t it? I mean that’s why I think she keeps asking, and will probably continue to ask, if Yasha is into her. Because, wow, how could someone like Yasha choose someone like her?

It might just be yet another reason for Beau to reevaluate her own worth, and for me, that’s all I could ever ask for.

[diablo-that-first-spark]

What is your favorite class in Diablo 3 Barbarian,Demon Hunter, Monk,Witch Doctor,Crusader?.

and my favorite class in Diablo 3 is the crusader because you can survive with the crusader and I was wondering why is the crusader so good in Diablo 3 so I checked on Google and I got this on Google it says"For the most part, the Crusader's skills feel both intuitive and powerful, especially early on. Its defensive buffs give it a high degree of survivability; and unlike the Demon Hunter, Monk, or Witch Doctor, the Crusader has no problem wading into the middle of a mob and dishing out major punishment with attacks like Consecration—a fiery circle that can set enemies ablaze with the right rune while healing the player and their allies. In that way, the Crusader should make a great starting class for anyone picking up Diablo for the first time."

So who's your favorite class in Diablo 3?.

Hell yeah, it's class talk time! :D Thanks for the ask!

Here's a funny story, my all-time favorite class is definitely the Monk, because it had also been the first class I ever tried out in Diablo 3. Monks are fast, they hit like a goddamn truck, and I just loved the visuals that came with the character. Not to mention the sort of marriage between Russian and Nepal aesthetics, I thought that was an incredible idea!

And the reason why it is a funny story, is because generally speaking I'm a HUUUUUUGE coward in RPGs and always pick the ranged mage option. In Dragon Age - mage, in Mass Effect - adept (sci-fi mage), hell even in games like StarCraft 2 if I have the option, I'd rather just dig myself into my base like a mole and bomb the hell out of any invaders from a distance, instead of sending my guys out there.

So naturally when I finally decided to indeed play Diablo 3, I thought I would choose the wizard instantly. But then my best friend highly recommended the Monk, fast, strong, life-steal (I just looooove life steal), and I figured I would give it a go. Worst case scenario, I just restart the game, right? Hehe, yeah, I ended up playing through the entire game with my Monk. Twice. I even named her Vorazun, after another shadow-y assassin character from StarCraft 2!

So yeah, Monk for the win in this house, baby! :D But I did play Crusader as well, she was hella fun, too, especially her slightly sarcastic demeanor. Partially the reason why the main villain of my fanfic is the Crusader ;)

2022.04.13.

[natsukitakama]

What kind of boyfriends are they ? Cursed edition

Author note : Hello ! I hope you’re doing well ♡ I’m super happy to be able to post again, I still need to practice a little bit tell me what you think about this one. I plan to create another série “what kind of significant other are they” but for a lot of fandoms ♡. 

Warning : Some spoilers / Just me fangirling over my crush 

i do not own those gifs credit to the owners 

The weeping monk aka Lancelot 

Attentive : he tends to be quiet but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice. He used to analyze everything in order to catch fey or to fight properly and he uses this quality in your relationship. Meaning he will always know when you are down when you are angry or when you’re lying to him. 

Because he knows that he tries his best to act the proper way in order to help you going through what ever bother you. However despite his sensitive nature, he took him a long time and a lot of works to be able to express his feelings. He was raised to be a weapon to be a man, not some Childs who cried over. Be patient with him it’ll worth it. 

Collected : most of people believe that it’s a cursed  but with him it’s actually a good thing, because he is not very loud, fight are non-existent. 

Not because he doesn’t feel angry (he does) but he wasn’t raised to express his emotion or worst let them take the best of him. He is monk so he knows better than falling for wrath. It took a lot to actually make him angry. In the meantime, being quiet means he is pretty good listener and because of that he alway knows what to do when you’re about to start a fight : because he could remember what you say earlier etc. Since he is attentive when it came to you, it’s all benefit for you. 

Kind : there litteraly nothing he won’t do for you. Not kidding this little baby is touch-starved and he can’t help but thank every divinity fey or not for giving such a wonderful S/O as you are. 

He knows he can be harsh and sometimes he can hurt you with his words, he knows he isn’t very comfortable with physical affection. But he is trying. Because of that he will always take care of you as much as possible, and will always reminds you how much he loves you by small gesture. 

The first time you saw him running into you ready to kill every man and then taking you into a safe place. You knew he was in love and that he cared about you. Most of the time he manifests his love to you by small gesture, a little flower on your desk the next morning, your favorite hot drink, a book that you might be into. Anything who appears to be small gesture but means a lot for you. 

Protective : as I mentionned before, he won’t hesitate to kill anyone who might bother you. For him you far too precious for this world, you’re bringing him peace, your his heaven and there no way someone would take you away from him.

Besides no matter how hard you tried, he still believes that you need protection because the whole world is insane and you’re not ready for that. He also knows that he get a lot of ennemies because of what he did, so he has to be near just in case. No matter how hard you tried, he would always ask you to be careful (and would always have his eyes on you just to be sure). He is aware that betraying the church would give him a lot of ennemies who might try to take you away as an hostage. 

Jealous : he is a possessive man fight me on this. I can see him sending death glare at everyone who might look at you for too long. 

This jealousy came from différents things : First since he is a touch starved baby he wants all your attention on him, he doesn’t want someone to enjoy what he should be the one to experiment. Second he knows that you are out of his league, he doesn’t deserve you you’re a whole light while he is nothing but a shadow. He was blessed by your love for him and there no way he would share this. Third, I can picture him as a primal man, no matter how hard he works to be a monk a good believer, I’m pretty sure deep down there is an alpha.

The green knight Aka Gawain 

Emotional : he might be a strong soldier, one of the best fey’s protector this man is a huge teddy bear. I’m pretty sure he is always touching his S/O : taking their hands, hugs them, kiss them. It’s written on his face he is clingy fight me on this. 

In addition I believe he is pretty sensitive and might feel when something is wrong with you. Each time something happen he will always be here reminding you that he is here, nothing is going to happen, you’re going to be fine. He is pretty easy to read actually although he claims that he can keep secret and anything (which is true) he can’t lie to you. You just have a power on him, he get overwhelmed everytime you’re here. So if he is hiding something all you have to do is to look at him right into his eyes and he would give up. 

Protective : not a surprise. He probably lost his whole family and some of his friends as well so he won’t let something happen to you. 

He might be even difficult than Lancelot, because he can be pretty bossy (especially because he works a lot as a leader) , he will order you to stay at your place and to not leave until it’s very necessary (meaning someone is in your house and you need to run away otherwise it’s never necessary for him). He just can’t loose you, it will break him. Also he tends to be distracted because fo you, you just had this power on him.  

Loving : As I said before the man is clingy, but it’s more than : his eyes are screaming « I love Y/N ». He sweats love. I can’t explain he is vibing his love. 

That’s why he is always close to you, always holding your hand, always kissing you (his kiss my god deep and slow to appreciate every second of it the type to take your breath away). When this man loves he L O V E S. When you’re in private he tends to be pretty clumsy which tends to get well... deeper when you two get intimate. Even when you’re not around people can tell when is thinking about you (99% of the time honestly) I won’t be surprised he is the worship type. 

Romantic : I don’t know he just seems to be the kind of man of taking you into a wood walking together until finding a cute little spot with a river or something. Since he is a fey he feels pretty close to earth in general. He is always spoiling you with meaning gift, like a flower who is supposed to represent love, buying you the book you were always talking about.

Maybe this is just me, but I can totally see him doing those kind of things like dancing with you while looking tenderly at you, always showing you off, writing you letter or anything. He spoils you a lot, anytime he gets the chance to buy something he knows you put interest on he would buy without a second thought. Since he is a fey, he is closed to the nature so he might even craft you something like a flower crown or anything. 

Passionate : I told you when he loves he loves, meaning everything he will do to you, he will do it while being 100% focused on you. He wants to cherish you, praises you, makes you feel like you’re a goddes in every way. 

I said his kiss would take your breath away but so does his smile or his caress, he does with such an intensity. No man had treated you like this before. During intimate moment, he would always whisper sweet things into your ear, worship your body as if you were a divinity. At the end of your session you can’t feel unloved that’s absolutely impossible. 

Merlin 

Tease : that’s how he flirts that’s how he seduces that’s how he shows you he loves you. Although he never does this to be mean, he can’t help but giggle at seeing you being all red from embarrassment or because you’re angry at him. 

Most of the time it’s a cute teasing, but when he wants to fluster you he won’t hesitate to use his skilled tongue to tease the hell out of you until you’re practically begging at him for his attention. Of course he will oblige. It’s just so natural for him that he would do it without even realize that he was teasing you. Most of the time it’s all planned, so he can get your attention without asking you to (he is so proud I swear). 

Jealous : okay so Lancelot is jealous in the primal way but Merlin is on another level. He wants you to be his, he wants everyone to know that you’re taken and he won’t tolerate someone flirting with you or even staring at you. 

Unlike Lancelot, Merlin won’t bother sending death glare instead he will fight them : using his power to trick them or using his silver tongue to make them feel like there nothing. Remember that scene with Lenore ? Where her future husband was talking shit about her ? All he wanted was to throw him a spell. Best believe he would the same to anyone who might be to close to you. You belong to Merlin and only him, also don’t expect him to be kind when you two would be at home after the incident. 

Loving : we saw the way he was looking at Lenore, this man like Gawain vibes love. It’s just written on his face, sometimes it’s cursed cause he is alway afraid someone might use you against him. 

But 99% of the time it’s a blessing, Merlin during his long life has experimented every aspect of love sexual or not. So he knows how to please you, he knows how to caress you, how to kiss you, and he is sucker of your reaction each of them are a piece of heaven for him. He is not as passionate as the green knight but you best believe that every inch of your skin would feel loved (and he doesn’t need to have you under him to do that). He has his way to look at you, anyone even people who never meet him before would noticed how he is into you. 

Secretive : because he loves you and would die for you. He tends to keep a lot of things for himself not that he doesn’t trust you, but in his mind the less you know the better. It’s always a matter of what to do to protect Y/N.

So yeah he would have a secret but will never lie to you, that’s something he can’t do to you. Besides he doesn’t need that he get a pretty skilled tongue and knows what to do to bring another subject instead of answering your question. Since he tends to tease you a lot, all he has to do is to tease you so he would be able to change the subject. At some points you would notice his behavior but since he does that all the time you understood that he might keeps so secret between you two which make you sad. Maybe one day you’ll confront him about it ? 

Shy : believe it or not, but the man still feels some butterflies on his stomach every times he sees you. That’s what make him shy. Because he knows he is falling in love but love can be tricky or dangerous so he is a bit afraid besides he knows he gets some reputation. 

So yeah sometimes he is flustered when he hear you laughing or just sees you smile at him.  He takes him time to admit that he is into you but once he admits it, this shyness will leave for a more playful Merlin.  He was with a lot of people during his life, but he tends to got shy everytime you’re acting “innocent”. When you’re taking him on a walk enjoying any treasure that you got from nature, or just enjoying the simple. One day you were in a city, and some bards where playing around you couldn't help but take his hand to dance with him. That spontaneity never failed to make him feel like a teenager living is first love. 

[horrorslashergirl]

Slasher OC: Decebal Avram Chirilă

Full Name: Decebal Avram Chirilă

Nickname(s): Dacia, Dece, The Impaler, Vladislav, Tiger, Lynx, Dracula, Casanova

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Nationality: Romanian

Place of Birth: Bucharest, Romania

Current Location: Travels from country to country

Occupation: Former Romanian Soldier; Now Hitman

Languages: Romanian, English, German, French, Italian, Hungarian, Russian, Turkish

Appearance:

Height: 6'8

Weight: 240lbs

Body Type: Middle Bulky and Atheltic

Skin Color: Warm Beige

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Short on the sides and longer on top, wavy

Eye Color: Pale Grey, almost white, giving the impression he is blind

Face Claim: Stephen James

Clothing: He opts for comfortable clothing mostly because of his job as a hitman and because he is always on the run. He mostly goes with black T-shirts or shirts, a khaki army coat with many pockets, along with camo army pants again with many pockets and black combat boots. He has a long black scarf with the colors of the Romanian flag trimmed along that belonged to his father.

Other features: He has many scars on his broad back and down his arms; his back's scars are covered by tattoos of an eagle and a grim reaper with two swords in an X shape. His has full sleeve tattoos down his arms, picturing all kind of nature scenarios from his country, mountains and wild animals and AK-47's on each forearm. His neck, chest and legs are also covered by tattoos along with his hands. This guy is all inked up. He also has a silver earing on his right ear. He also wears an eyepatch that is covering his scarred eye that he got from a fight with his brother Alexander, the scar mimiking the ones Alexander has, coming from his eyebrow down his eye and over his cheek.

Weapons: Twin Swords, Twin Guns, and throwing knives.

Power/Skills:

Murderous expertise

Brute strength

Skilled usage of weaponry

Skill in hand-to-hand combat

Knifesmanship

Swordsmanship

Multilingual

Cunning Nature

Charisma

Driving expertise

Ruthlessness

Fearlessness

Manipulation

Marksmanship

Master tactician and strategist

Stealth mastery

Symbols: Here is the link to Decebal's symbols

History/Bio:

Decebal was named after a Romanian king by his parents, father Apostol Chirilă, and his mother, Maria Stratulat of Moldovic heritage. They were a poor family that lived in Bucharest during the communist times, a hard period for them. Decebal's father, Apostol was one of the rebels that were against this form of a system of social organization in which all property is owned by the community and each person contributes and receives according to their ability and needs.

Because of this Apostol and Maria, along with their three years old son, Decebal, were dragged into the communistic jails where they were tortured in all kinds of ways from whipping to starvation to being chained into coldness.

Decebal tried to protect his parents even though he was a small child and the army warden that took care of the horrific jails was surprised by the child's braveness and he took him away from his parents, not before forcing him to watch how his parents were killed brutally.

During the rest of his childhood and teenage years, Decebal spent most of his life in the dark underground jail, training with the soldiers, doing hard work. Despite that, the warden thought Decebal about all kinds of languages, cultures, and history. 

'Just because you're a stray dog that doesn't mean you cannot learn to bark and bite.'

In his late teenage years as he grew into an adult man, he got more to the light outside, following the warden wherever he went and did was his so-called 'father' figure did; smoke, drink and got laid with all the ladies.

The warden's words during a drunken late-night:

'You know boy, you will do something big, much bigger than you can imagine. I saw how all these sluts looked at you... You make them fall into your arms like they are desperate whores.'

'Use everything you got; charms, brains, muscles. In this world, there are the ones that walk every inch of the ground as they own it and the ones that follow, all chained. Tell me, boy... Which one you are?'

One of the greatest abilities that Decebal earned during years in the darkness was that he got so used to it that now as an adult, he sees perfectly into the darkness, just like cats do. 

Some people called Decebal 'Lynx'; the moniker originates from the fact that Lynx has exceptional night vision, remarkable hearing, and incredible instincts. The spiritual lesson Lynx carries to you is a reminder to partake of quiet observance, remembering there’s more to the world than what’s accessible through the physical eyes and ears alone.

After communism fell down in Romania, Decebal still maintained the attitude he grew up around; being sadistic, cold, and cruel. People weren't too fond of his attitude; his habits including fighting and torturing people that opposed him, getting laid with other men's wives, strolling down the streets like he owned everything.

He disappeared from Romania when there was a reward on his head to be finally executed. The Romanian army was hot on his trail, turning against him, but he simply vanished.

He strolls from country to country, not having a definitive home and working as a rogue hitman to earn money and to survive.

After a brutal fight between him and his twin little brother, Alexander; the two brothers which resulted in both of them almost dead, they get on an agreement of peace between them, with the help of their third part, their little sister Nadia.

Family: His little brother Alexander Chirilă and his little sister Nadia Nikolina Chirilă

His favorite killing style:

He prefers a kill that will put on a good show, he will shot his victims in both their knees, then he will dismember them with his sharp twin swords.

Personality:

Decebal has two paths of personality; the civilian one and the hitman one, that sometimes cross path depending on the situation at hand. In hi day to day life, he is a charming, handsome man, confident and sure of himself, but also having a modesty edge, just to draw people in closer, because he loves the attention, having a God-like complex.

Despite his childhood, he is a very educated man that speaks many languages, sometimes taking people by surprise, he can even put on fake accents. He also has vast knowledge about other countries history, mostly because that's what his 'father-figure' talked a lot about.

He is a flirt, he simply adores to make women swon by his charming looks and mysterious persona wherever he goes, people always wondering from where he comes. He knows how to sweet-talk people, being extremly manipulative. His looks; big and strong, in his eyes a flaming white glow.

You will rarely see Decebal without his charming smile or dark smirk that makes the ladies sigh and faint. He always puts on a winning attitude, knowing for creating many divorces along his travelings. 

Here goes his saying: 'If the female raised her tail, who I am to deny.'

He has a romantic side, after all he does speaks the romance languages, but it's highly influenced his his Casanova attitude.

He is blunt; this man will tell if you're damn gorgeous or if you're down-right ugly or stupid. He has no problem putting his opinions straight on the table.

His favorite drink: Țuică- is a traditional Romanian spirit that contains ~ 24–65% alcohol by volume (usually 40–55%), prepared only from plums.

His favorite food: Sarma is a dish of vine, cabbage, monk's rhubarb, kale or chard leaves rolled around a filling of grains, like bulgur or rice, minced meat, or both. It is found in the cuisines of the former Ottoman Empire from the Middle East to Southeastern Europe.

His scent: Decebal's scent could be described as a 'game of seduction' with an "exciting rush" of citrus and cool spice top notes. Pungent bergamot "bites" with freshness, revived by cardamom and lavender. Caviar gives a provocative and erotic touch “like a trickle of sweat on a man’s chiseled body.” Masculine and rough notes of tobacco and orris root facilitate the heat of the composition. He has that scent that could be described as smoky confidence irresistible to women.

Other Characteristics:

He is a very good dancer, especially traditional ones and he also knows singing. Attending important parties with his 'father-figure' he learned from the women how to dance and sing. The women basically made him such a charismatic man.

He is a heavy drinker and holds his alcohol like it's water; his moldovic genes showing off. 

He is more of a night person that a day one, mostly because of his very good nocturnal sight.

He is pretty much an Outlaw.

His accent sounds like italian, latin, but with a little bit of russian or another slavic accent. (That's how a Austrian woman described his accent one night)

He is a master at Poker. Another way he earns a lot of money is through poker and plus, he is a master cheater. FUN FACT HERE: He won a man's wife through poker for one night.

He is a sword swallower, bonus he has no gag reflex.

He also loves to smoke from his pipe.

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There lived a certain man in Romania long ago

He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow

Most people look at him with terror and with fear

But to Bucharest chicks he was such a lovely dear

He could preach the Bible like a preacher

Full of ecstasy and fire

But he also was the kind of teacher

Women would desire

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the ROMANIAN queen

There was a cat that really was gone

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Romanian land and never mind the Tsar

But the kazachok he danced really wunderbar

In all affairs of state he was the man to please

But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze

For the queen he was no wheeler dealer

Though she'd heard the things he'd done

She believed he was a holy healer

Who would heal her son

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

There was a cat that really was gone

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

It was a shame how he carried on

(This is an interpretation of the song ‘Rasputin’ by Boney M, mostly because the song inspired me into creating him)

For power became known to more and more people

The demands to do something about this outrageous

Man became louder and louder

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies

But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"

No doubt this Decebal had lots of hidden charms

Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms

Then one night some men of higher standing

Set a trap, they're not to blame

"Come to visit us" they kept demanding

And he really came

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

They put some poison into his țuică

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

He drank it all and said "I feel fine"

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

They didn't quit, they wanted his head

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

[Spoken:] Oh, those Romanians...

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But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger

[dendro-filia]

Good to Grow: Love and butterflies romance in the herb garden

Feeling a little frisky this summer? It might have something to do with your herb garden.

Throughout history, herbs have been signs of love and devotion. Long ago, brides in Athens wove mint and marigolds into their garland and wreaths. Roman brides incorporated wheat into bouquets to ensure their groom’s fertility. During Medieval times, European brides used strong-smelling garlic and chives to prevent spirits from disrupting their happiness.

Romance and pollination, love and butterflies, it can all start in the garden.

This spin on herbs began when the Lewisburg House and Garden Club asked me to be their guest and speak on the topic of herbs. Well, these ladies are experienced gardeners who don’t need me to tell them basil needs sunlight to grow.

So, after a late night conversation and a little research I decided on love and pollination with herbs. It was a fun afternoon; we laughed and shared stories about herbs and bear cubs.

Ancient Greeks and Romans thought of basil with hatred. Greeks believed its purpose was to drive men insane. Later in history, basil became a symbol of love in Italy. Men would wear a sprig of basil behind their ears to announce their intended marriage.

Folklore is that a young man who accepted basil from a young woman was destined to fall in love with her.

The ancient Greek meaning of thyme was courage. The herb represented elegance and, eventually, chivalry. A spring of thyme in a bouquet says devotion for young love or long friendships in more recent times. This sun-loving herb attracts more bees than any other plant in my garden.

Often called the pizza herb, oregano was used in Elizabethan time to create good luck and good health. Ancient Greeks believed it was the herb of Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, who created oregano to bring joy to her garden.

It was used in magic spells to bring happiness and health. It was even thought that eating oregano would encourage labor in pregnant women close to their delivery date.

Fennel, admittedly not my favorite herb, was eaten by Roman gladiators to give them courage in battles. Fennel’s history dates back to Pliny (AD 23-79), the Roman author of “The Naturalis Historie” or “The Natural History.”

Pliny believed snakes rubbed against the fennel stems and bulbs to improve their eyesight after shedding their skin. (Snakes—another reason for me not to love fennel.) Often used as an appetite suppressant, ancient monks drank fennel tea and chewed on the seeds to keep their tummies quiet during extended religious services.

Modern meanings of fennel include flattery, and it is a nice addition to bouquets or even special romantic dinners.

Webster Dictionary defines an herb as “a seed-producing annual, biennial, or perennial that does not develop persistent woody tissue but dies down at the end of a growing season” and “a plant or plant part valued for its medicinal, savory, or aromatic qualities.”

Although not often thought of as an herb, yarrow is one of the oldest medicinal plants. Medieval Europeans used yarrow to summon demons or to exorcise them; because of this, it became known as the herb of protection.

Now, yarrow means everlasting love. The spicy flower that can be used to scent bathwater.

Yarrow contradicts itself in the garden, repelling deer and attracting good insects. The wild yarrow you see on the roadside and in a meadow has white flowers. The garden cultivated varieties can be yellows and reds.

Patchouli is associated with passion. A native to South Asia, the plant has long been used in essential oils for relaxing and stimulation. Being the herb of passion when dried and tucked into sachets or pillowcases, it is said the rich earthy scent will entice (cough cough) romantic feelings.

Last by not least is lavender. Originally from the Mediterranean region, lavender has been used in cooking and herbal remedies since biblical times. I have lavender sachets tucked under my guest room pillows.

It is also used in bubble baths, lotions, candles, and spritzes. Meaning devotion and undying love, lavender makes sweet smelling wedding confetti. I have even seen lavender cookies, cakes, and teas.

If you were wondering about the bees and butterflies, they love herbs. Let a few of your basil plants flower, same with oregano. Where there is an herb bloom, there will be bees and butterflies doing their pollination thing — and that makes the garden a happy place.

Tend to your garden and cast your spells responsibly, because, yes, romance and pollination, love and butterflies, it can all begin in the garden.

Jane Powell is a longtime West Virginia University Extension Service master gardener through the Kanawha County chapter. She is the communications director for a community foundation and a volunteer with several nonprofits in the community. Find her blog, “Gardening in Pearls,” at gardeninginpearls.com. You can contact her at janeellenpowell@aol.com.

[fuchsiagrasshopper]

Contending the Flame III

Author’s Note: Chapter Three is here, and it is my favorite so far. Thanks again for all the interacting with this story guys/gals, I’m glad I decided to post it after sitting on it for so long.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word count: 1633

Warnings: Language, master/servant dynamic

Ivar didn't know why he had decided to keep the nun as a thrall, but when Hvitserk had spoken in his ear about Ubbe off hiding with a Christian, anger was the first thing he had felt. He had got the idea in his head that maybe his oldest brother was softening towards the enemy or worse would take a second wife. Nothing could be worse than Margrethe, except a Christian.

Something had changed when you had been discovered fleeing from Ubbe's protection. It was the first time a woman hadn't fallen for one of his brother's charms. Let them know how he felt. Always women would fall in love with the sons of Ragnar, but never Ivar. His mother would whisper promises that his time would come, but as he grew older her empty words were cold comfort. Women did not want a cripple, but he would be so much more. He was touched by the Gods, and soon everyone would know his name.

When he first looked upon the Christian he held a strong sense of hostility that had been instilled by Floki. Their heavy garb and their gaudy crosses were everything he learned to hate. The Priest had suffered at his hands, and you would serve at his feet.

He found his way back to his makeshift chambers. It was a large storeroom that he had occupied until something more permanent could be established. They had only just finished securing York, but Ivar didn't favor the idea of lingering long, not when there were other places waiting to be conquered. 

As he entered his room, your large eyes found him before the door could shut. His men had left you tied to the post by the pile of furs in the center of the room, and at your feet was a bundle of new garments for you to change into. 

Ivar started towards you, and he felt a sudden thrill when you didn't flinch back. A brave front, but he would get it to crack. The sound of his crutches clattering against the stone floor carried with each step until he stood but a breath away from you. He was glad to be tall when standing, you seemed so insignificant next to him.

"Take off those clothes. You will no longer need them," He told you, waiting for a reaction. 

"How am I supposed to do that?" Your voice was soft. You raised your bound hands between your close bodies, before dropping your arms in defeat.

Ivar brandished a knife from his side, taking pleasure in the small gasp that you emitted when the cold metal touched the skin of your wrist. He sawed through the rope, and you were quick to rub at the sore spots that had been burned raw.

"There, all better," He quipped, but you made no move to disrobe, and his patience was growing thin. 

He grabbed at the veil on your head, wrenching it back to your shoulders. You threw a nasty look at him for the curt treatment, and that would have earned you a smack to the mouth if he had not been distracted by the oddness of your hair. There was little to be seen as if it had been sheared recently and had now only begun to grow back in short little seedlings. 

"Why is your hair like this? It's ugly." 

"I have no need for the frivolities of vanity."

Ivar studied your face scrupulously. Though he could speak your language, some of the meanings of the words you'd just used were lost on him. You did not seem slighted that he had just insulted your lack of beauty. 

"Were you punished?" He wondered aloud while letting his fingers graze over the soft sprouts of your hair. He hadn't worn his own that short since he was a boy, and likely never would again.

You flinched back from his petting. "No, it is something all the sisters have done. What need have I of hair?"

"A husband would appreciate a beautiful wife," Ivar japed.

"I am a Bride of Christ. I will never take a husband."

"Bride of Christ?" He found the title to be funny on his tongue, and he grinned at you. "It's true then, that you nuns don't fuck."

Your face lit up bright like the embers of a dying fire. "W-we are celibate, yes. Is that what you want from me. Are you going to rape me then?"

At the mere mention of the act, Ivar's face hardened, and he took a step back enough to let you breathe. "No. If I had wanted that I would have left you to my men. Now get rid of the rest of those clothes before I burn them off of you."

He started towards the makeshift bed, already tired of maneuvering on his crutches when it wasn't even midday yet. The blistering and the chaffing was a hindrance, but he had plans drawn up for something new to aid in his mobility. Together with the capable hands of a blacksmith, he would have his prize soon.

Leaving the crutches to stand against the wall, Ivar eased himself down onto the furs, adjusting his legs before himself as he faced to watch his thrall. You had knelt to grab the woolen gown that had been left for you, a lender from one of their women. These Christians had such a staunch sense of prudishness, so Ivar was astonished when you began to disrobe before him. Your white frock pooled heavily at your feet, and you took a dainty step out from the fabric. You kept your head down, but you did not blush like a virgin. Ivar did. His eyes couldn't seem to keep up with his thoughts. Only Margrethe had ever presented herself to him in such a way,  and he had forgotten how beautiful a naked woman could be.

Your skin was like milk, not loved by the sun or weathered from the wind and sea. You did not carry enough weight in the hips, and he judged you to be of low standing. On your left ankle, a small cut had scabbed over. It was the mark from when you had escaped from Ubbe. While Margrethe had held herself in a confidence that was tantalizing, you were shy. Every move was hurried to put some cover between you and his prying eyes.

"Stop," Ivar commanded.

The new dress was in your hands, but you halted in place. Your head tilted up, and you wore an agonized expression. "What is it?"

"You've forgotten something," He tutted, indicating the wooden cross that rested between your breasts.

You clutched it as if to shield it from him. "No."

"No? You forget your place, Bride of Christ," Ivar said, and he started to pull himself towards you on the ground. 

You grew startled, unsure of what you were seeing, and he took advantage of your hesitation by wrapping a hand around your leg and knocking you to the ground. With you stunned, Ivar crawled over you, trapping you between the floor and his upper body.

"I am not a man you can say 'no' to. You are my slave, I claimed you, and until I release you from my service, you will obey." He held himself above you, balancing on one forearm while with his other hand he reached for your cross. The cord snapped with one forced tug, and you tried in vain to pry it out of his hand. Ivar laughed. "Your god is no longer with you."

"God is always with me," You gazed up at him with a conviction that was captivating. "Whatever tortures await me from this day, you will never shake me of my faith."

With his clothed body draped over your bare one, they appeared locked in a lover’s embrace. Ivar was settled between your legs, but his broken lower half did not respond to your warmth and softness, and he resented the reminder. He wrapped his large hand around your jaw, tilting your head away to speak in your ear.

"What will you do, Bride of Christ?"

"Don't call me that, heathen," You spat. "I am Sister Mary Catharine."

Ivar eased his hold, but he did not relent. "I will never call you that meaningless title. What is your real name?"

"My old name is irrelevant. It is my past, and it was a path I chose to abandon."

"I figured you would say something of that nature." 

Ivar rolled off of you, and you were quick to snatch up the dress that had fallen to your feet. You now looked stricken with panic. So much for that strong front. But you continued to surprise him when you sought out his face once more.

"You never told me your name," You said, and he wondered if you were curious to learn more about him. It was a rousing thought.

"Ivar," He responded. As he observed you with this new knowledge, he decided on a new name for you. "And you are Ólaug."

You frowned, not comprehending a word of his language "What are you saying?"

Ivar grinned, and let out a laugh at your expense. He decided he liked the nun, even though he couldn't parade you around for your beauty like Ubbe with Margrethe. You would not be permitted to cut your hair again, and he would see to it that you were properly fed. If his father could foster a friendship with a Christian monk, then he could do the same with a nun. For Ivar, it was another sign from the Gods that he was fated to be the next ruler, the greatest of Ragnar's sons. Odin had smiled down on him that day, and he would not fail.

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[field-s-of-flowers]

Spring Rain and Sugarplums

Princess Yue was everything a young royal should have been: Poised and dignified, yet gentle and sweet. It was a good thing, too. As the oldest and only child of Chief Arnook, Yue was heir to the throne. She’d spent her whole life balancing the life of a princess with her very real desire to do good for her people.

But now, Yue’s most pressing concern was getting married.

In the time before, a Tribal princess might have married a nobleman from Agnia, the capital city, or maybe a man from one of the Temples who was willing to give up his monk’s lifestyle. But ever since both the Tribes and the Temples had been ravaged by the Capital’s forces (an open secret; only Agnia wouldn’t admit to its responsibility), and knowing that the farmlands were next, alliances were pretty much cemented. The Tribes needed to be strong themselves.

That’s why nobody cared when Yue said she wanted to marry one of her own people.

And so a letter was sent out, to every eligible bachelor or maiden from either Tribe. It said that Princess Yue was holding a ball, so that she could pick a future consort. Many scoffed- a ball? In these times? But there were plenty of people perfectly willing to go.

As Yue was dressing for the ball, she tried to keep her head high, as she always did. The gown was beautiful, silk the color of spring rain with gold accents. It was a pain to put on, though, even with numerous attendants fussing over the snags in the fabric.

Yue knew it was silly, and ungrateful besides, that a princess such as her felt anything other than constant joy. But when duty is always calling for you, one tends to feel... trapped. And when one of those duties is marriage of all things, an unfortunate feeling of helplessness descends upon anyone- especially a girl like our heroine.

So it was only natural that, for the small window of time she was alone in her room, Princess Yue would allow herself to cry.

In a whirlwind of hours, the ball was on its way. All the lords and ladies of the court bowed and smiled to Yue, barely noticing her red eyes. People didn’t, not always. And as she descended the stairs, there were cheers. Of course there were. Every tribal citizen loved their perfect princess. That was a fact Yue had known since she was born, that would be true until the her dying day.

But one girl caught her eye. She wasn’t cheering. She wasn’t even looking up. Instead, she was staring down at a sugarplum-purple dress that looked almost made of magic itself.

Spirits, what Yue would give to be that girl.

She couldn’t wait for the dancing.

There were plenty of people in line to dance with her. The girl stood in a corner, staring, unsure of what to do. There was a man that wanted to dance with her, too. Good, thought Yue. Let her have her fun.

But she pushed him away, heading straight towards the white-haired girl in blue.

“Hi- Ah!” She was tripping over her gown. It was charming, from where Yue sat. “Hi, would you like to dance?”

People gasped, and looked at each other in shock. You didn’t just say a thing like that to a Tribal Princess. But Yue was far more trained on the girl’s eyes: A deep, cobalt blue, like bottomless pools of clear water. They sparkled, too, in a way she’d never seen.

“Of course, I would love to.”

She was lively, this one. She wasn’t perfect. She didn’t know all the steps, though it was clear she’d practiced. But the spring in her step swirled Yue around like she’d never been swirled before. What was in this girl that made her so intoxicating?

“Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“My, uh... stepbrother taught me. I think you’d like him.”

“He’s clearly a dancer, you do this so well.” She internally cringed, hard. What was that supposed to- Oh, and now the girl was smiling. The beautiful sugarplum girl was smiling, and Yue was melting into a blushing puddle of hibiscus red.

“Thank you! He’s not a dancer, but he taught me the steps, and I guess I added my own spin on it. It’s very nice to meet you, by the way. What’s your name?”

Now that’s a question she had never been asked.

“Yue,” she said. “What-”

“Yue? As in Princess Yue? Oh, oh my spirits, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t even be-”

“No! No, it’s alright,” she giggled, relieved to finally be the one at ease. “Let’s go into the courtyard. There are some flowers that I think you’d like.”

The garden was beautiful. White and blue flowers reflected the pearly moonlight, and the wind made it look almost like the garden itself danced to the muffled music. Sugarplum (the name Yue gave to the girl in her mind) pointed out the names of nearly every flower in the courtyard.

“Those are jade vines, I think! Did you know they only grow in the Tribes? And those are Silenicus orchids. They’re so beautiful. They’re the exact color of your hair, I think! And those...” She sighed.

“What?”

“Those are called Tiger-seal’s Claw. They were my mother’s favorite flower.” She pointed to a bush of swirling leaves and shadow-gray vines.

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.

“Thank you. I think you would’ve liked her. She knew a lot about flowers.”

“I’m sure I would’ve.”

Yue glanced at the clock, prompting Sugarplum to do so as well. A look of panic crossed her face.

“I have to go. It’s been wonderful talking to you, and you’re an amazing dancer. Don’t try to find me, it’ll only be trouble for both of us. Appa! Appa, where are you-”

“You’re leaving? What about- I don’t even know your name!”

She mounted the horse (when had it gotten here?) and smiled back at the princess. “Sorry- Oh, what did he say- yip yip?”

And with that, the horse began to run like the wind.

“It’s Katara!” She shouted as she turned the corner.

That bush began to sway in the wind again. Yue could barely remember its name.