#orichalc

[sw5w]

Don't Worry, We Have R2 with Us

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:31:03 - 00:31:08

[retroactivebakeries]

I’m taking the concepts of “holy,” “sacred,” and “divine” away from tumblr, using a large theomagnetic coil, wrought from wires of hammered orichalc, which has been mounted atop a large pole, like when you���re trying to fish your keys out of a storm drain with a piece of gum on the end of a string. this would probably be great for getting some folks to yell at me on tumblr but angels keep getting dragged down and stuck to the magnet which is making the whole pole-finagling kinda clumsy.

[nessjo]

♡ Nr.16

(These are not my pictures, i found them on pinterest and across the internet, the credits belong to the original owners)

Refugee Disguise Coruscant/Naboo

Amidala's mustard-colored disguise to pose as a refugee was in a style that came from the Thousand Moons system. Her Naboo crest headdress, made of orichalc metal decorated with a flower of life design, was covered with a lace veil while in transit from Coruscant. After her arrival on Naboo, she wore the crest openly and added a burgundy coat.

(Via Wookieepedia)

Padmé's Masterlist

[ratlibrarian]

The Towers and the Thalmor

This is, unabashedly, me putting on my most exquisite tinfoil hat and theorizing what I believe to be the goal of the Thalmor in the Elder Scrolls universe.

Spoilers for all the major Elder Scrolls games, I think?

So, what do the Thalmor want? According to the loading screens in Legends, and the Infernal City by Greg Keyes, the Thalmor wish to subordinate all other peoples of Tamriel and "bring about a new Merethic era".

I find this somewhat lacking as an overarching goal. Simply taking control over Tamriel is something that the Cyrodiilic empires of Alessia, Reman and Septim have tried, and to varying extents, succeeded in before. Subjugating the other races seems a little bit on-the-nose. So what instead? What do they mean by bringing about a new Merethic era?

Well, the beginning of the Merethic era is considered the introduction of the Adamantine Tower to Mundus, and the beginning of linear time at the Convention. There, Lorkhan was punished for his treachery in creating the world, and by his execution, two more Towers were formed, or at least their essence was implanted in Mundus: the Red Tower and the White-Gold Tower, alongside their respective stones, the Heart of Lorkhan and the Chim-el Adabal, the gem at the center of the Amulet of Kings.

The Towers that formed after the Adamantine Tower was placed (or flown onto, or constructed on) on Nirn, seem to be the origins of the differences between the elves, what allowed the Bosmer and Chimer and all the other mer to distinguish themselves from the Aldmer, and later the Altmer. Condsidering Crystal-Like-Law is meant to be a copy of the Adamantine Tower, I personally theorize that the Altmer are in fact closest to what the Aldmer were like before the sinking of Aldmeris.

Thus, I think that "subjugating" the other races is less about subordinating the other elven races under the iron fist of the Thalmor and the Aldmeri Dominion, but more about forcing them to revert to a more Aldmeri state, in essence making all elves return to their pre-sinking of Aldmeris forms. The humans and beastfolk might simply be subjugated, though.

But I think it might even go further than that. I think the end goal of the Aldmeri Dominion is nothing less than the un-creation of Mundus. Notably, I don't think the goal is merely destruction, as Alduin or Satakal might aim for, but the undoing of the very creation of Mundus. In essence, undoing what Lorkhan tricked the Divines into doing.

The Altmer give us the terms "Aedra" and "Daedra", meaning "our ancestors" and "not our ancestors". I think the goal of the Aldmeri Dominion is to return the stolen strength and power of the Aedra to them, power which is used to maintain the constant that is Mundus, and which allows for linear time, and to return the elves to a state where they were indistinguishable for other et'Ada, other powerful ancestral spirits.

To do this, the collective strength of all elven nations might be required, which would explain the conquering tendencies of the Aldmeri Dominion and the Thalmor, while also giving a reason for the seeming destruction of the Towers around Tamriel.

So, how far have they gotten? And what is the final act?

Well, which Towers are operable?

Crystal-Like-Law - Seemingly inoperable, according to "Rising Threat", but might still be operable in other planes of existence.

Red Tower - Probably inoperable, considering the destruction of the Heart of Lorkhan by the Nerevarine, but might simply need a new Stone.

White-Gold - Inoperable, as the Chim-el Adabal is destroyed.

Orichalc - Unknown, thought inoperable with the sinking of Yokuda.

Snow Throat - Likely operating.

Green Sap - Perchance.

Walk-Brass - A conundrum. Thought inoperable, might simply need rebuilding and a new power source.

And the last Tower. The site of the Convention, Ada-Mantia. Likely operating, considering linear time continues on Mundus, this is, in my opinion, the final goal for the Aldmeri Dominion. To destroy or disable Ada-Mantia and break the Earth-Bones which bind the Aedra to Mundus.

My sincerest hope for the Elder Scrolls 6, aside from re-introducing spears, is that the Adamantine Tower becomes an important site for the plot, if it truly is set in the Iliac bay region.

This has been a cathartic embrace of my inner tinfoil hat-wearing lore nerd.

I'm probably wrong (for canon), but I love the Elder Scrolls, and I will head-canon this always.

[gioxy3ron]

Welcome to the Mario Yugiverse, where instead of fighting the Koopalings, Bowser Jr and Bowser, you duel them! The real question is, which Deck Archetype would they use?

I had this idea at 5 am don’t ask me why…

Let’s start things with Larry! His Deck would be: Metalfoes

Larry in mainline games isn’t really described as an unique personality, while in the Mario & Luigi games, all we know is that he loves tennis and uses his fire as tennis balls, that’s why he would use a FIRE based deck.

Metalfoes are a Pendulum/Fusion Archetype based on destroying other cards you control to set cards, set the pendulum scale etc…

Why it fits him? In NSMB games other than jumping and using magic, he has no other powers, Metalfoes have also Normal Monsters with the Pendulum effect, to make us think that they have an hidden power (like Larry in RPG games would have). Also some Fusion monsters like Orichalc” have the piercing damage effect, like Larry would inflict to the bros when he uses his Tennis Racket

Roy, the toughest of the gang would use:

Ancient Gear

Roy is a tough one, both in terms of personality and aspect! He uses brute force and bullet bills to attack, that’s why he would use Ancient Gears; high offensive machines that can negate every opponent strategy and defenses crushing the enemies under their feet.

The playful and joyous Lemmy, the Deck for him would be either Performapal and Performage

Come on, Lemmy uses circus balls as attacks and has a playful personality so both of these circus based Archetypes are perfect for him! I have nothing else to say

The Deck Wendy would be Shaddoll for sure

and not only because there is a card with her name on it, but because this Fusion based Archetype represents beauty, manipulation and control, a bit like Wendy

The Psychopath Iggy! The Deck he would use is Invoked

Iggy would gladly use the opponent’s monster to summon dimensional monsters, also Mechaba can resemble the way how Iggy rides the Chain Chomps in Paper Mario Color Splash

For Morton, a Deck he can use would be Triamid

A desert based deck full of field spells would be fitting for him, since in games like NSMBU and Paper Mario Color Splash, he uses his hammer to hit pokeys (desert creatures as bullets)

Ludwig, the elder of the Koopalings would use the Abyss Actor Deck

Abyss Actors represents elegance and vanity, like Ludwig, that cares about his look a lot. And with the Pendulum and Link Summons, he can revive his monsters over and over again, like Ludwig can do with his illusion magic

Bowser Jr, the prince of the Koopas would use Armed Dragon

Little monsters that can evolve and become a powerful one is something that can represent Bowser Jr, his will to become great just like his dad.

Also, it has a Dark Version like Bowser Jr has in Wonder, so a totally fitting deck for him ;)

Last but not least, we have the king himself, Bowser and what not better deck for him than the Monarch one

Yes, who needs the Extra Deck when there are already poweful monsters on your main deck, exactly what Bowser would think! When the perfect set of cards is there, nothing can stop them!

And that’s all! Thanks for listening to my TED talk

[davidluongart]

“The Horae clothed Aphrodite with heavenly garments: on her head they put a fine, well-wrought crown of gold, and in her pierced ears they hung ornaments of orichalc and precious gold, and adorned her with golden necklaces over her soft neck and snow-white breasts, jewels which the gold-filleted Horae wear themselves whenever they go to their father’s house to join the lovely dances of the gods. And when they had fully decked her, they brought her to the gods, who welcomed her when they saw her, giving her their hands. Each one of them prayed that he might lead her home to be his wedded wife so greatly were they amazed at the beauty of violet-crowned Cytherea.”- Homeric Hymn 6 to Aphrodite

An additional bonus nude version of the previous illustration “Anointing the ambrosial rosewater” for a commission from @aimee-maroux , a close friend of mine who also happened to be an adult content writer who write tons of beautiful but spicy erotic love stories of the gods of Greek mythology.

For the lower body part of Ares, I mostly use the kouros statues of Archaic Greece, Hellenistic statues of Zeus, Poseidon, Herakles for inspiration, even though they were not as “well-endowed” as my Ares are.

And for Aphrodite, I based her more on something much more familiar to my own Asian perspective of history/culture- ancient Indian/Indo-Greek sculptures of female fertility divinities/goddesses, and the yakshis dated from the later Kushan period that were found in northern India. Since they were done a great job to capturing the natural “slim-thick” body silhouette, albeit more rounded, lively but stylized. Large ample bosoms, average waist, with curvaceous hips and thighs, as well as a bit of rounded tummy.

[vibratingskull]

Part 2 baby!!! The filth is here!

ThrawnxF!reader

Tags: fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, creampie, knot, Thrawn is kinda a sugar daddy, healing from sexual trauma, teeth rotting fluff

You shiver in your expensive fur coat and Thrawn circles your shoulders with his arms.

“We will soon go home to the apartment, Cha’cah.”

You feel your cheeks heating up at the pet name. He explained the significance to you and you couldn’t look him in the eyes for a week, much to his surprise. You feel unworthy of it but you’re slowly getting used to it.

“Wait. Come with me.” He suddenly guides you inside a shop.

You enter a luxurious jeweler’s shop, Thrawn immediately heads towards the counter as you walk aimlessly, observing the shiny jewels, collars and rings. They are beautiful.

“Come here, cha’cah.” Thrawn calls for you next to a mirror.

You come to him and he puts on a necklace around your neck, a beautiful Orichalc chain with  a set of shiny diamonds adorning it. Something crazy expensive.

“Do you like it?” He asks as you observe it in the mirror. 

“It’s beautiful!” You admit.

“I will take it, then.” 

You look at him with round eyes.

“You don’t have to.” You tell him.

He already bought you several pieces of jewelry, a personal ship, your education course, dinners at 5 stars restaurants and clothes. He spoils you rotten and while you are touched you have the lingering fear it is too sweeten you in coming to bed with him.

“You wear it so well, cha’cah.” He takes it back and summons a vendor with a snap of his fingers.

“No, no really! You don’t have to!” You insist.

He looks at you up and down.

“Why are you always so squeamish when I buy you something?” He finally asks after a moment of silence.

“I…” You start mouth dry, “I don’t want you to buy me over for… favors.”

He considers you in silence before taking your face between his two large hands.

“Cha’cah, if I want to spoil you it is to show you my affection. I do not expect anything in return, we will not do anything as long as you are not comfortable. Do you understand me?”

He looks into your eyes, his red gaze hypnotizing you completely. He seems so sincere, so honest.

“It is really important to me that you understand that.” He doubles down softly but firmly.

You gulp, you hope he’s not mad.

“... Okay.” You let out in a breath.

He smiles lightly and kisses the tip of your nose.

“Good. Let me spoil you then.” He closes the matter.

You try to calm your beating heart as he pays for the necklace. He’s so sweet with you, always so considerate. He gave you your own room, your own privacy and is really respectful of your boundaries.

He never kissed you on the lips as you told him it was too private for a former prostitute. You silently agreed between you that you would only kiss him once you are fully ready to come to bed with him. 

But he is an affectionate man that covers your face in peck each occasion he gets, pressing your two bodies together. He will bury his face in the crook of your neck and deeply inhale our scent with a satisfied sigh and a purr coming from the depths of his chest.

You don’t know what he lived through but he appears really repressed and touch starved which makes you feel bad when you don’t oblige his desires, you feel like your pushing him away from you.

And a mate isn’t supposed to do that, right?

You know it is just you setting boundaries and him respecting your consent but you can’t help but feel bad each time he has you on his lap to cuddle because you know he craves for so much more even though he never tries anything or asks for more. You just can’t silence that inner voice.

He nuzzles you suddenly, taking you back to reality and you flush.

“You are so shy for a former sex worker.” He says tenderly.

“Sorry…”

He must prefer bolder partners but that is quite literally your first serious relationship. You were so young when you ended up in a brothel, you didn’t have time to fall in love or anything, except that fleeting teenage crush you had years ago. You never knew warmth outside of your sisters of misfortune in the House, your clients embrace always being cold and tearing you apart a bit more each day.

But Thrawn is warm. Thrawn is reassuring and comforting. He is the first one to give you tenderness and affection. But that also intimidates you. What if you get too attached? 

“Do not be, it is quite adorable.” He takes your hand and heads towards your ship to go home.

You press yourself against him in the limo and he welcomes you, hugging you back.

“You put on perfume?” he asks, a bit disappointed.

He prefers your natural scent, he told you before. But you can’t support it, to you it smells like an amalgamation of all your clients smells on you and you simply can’t deal with it. How many times did you end up bleeding after scrubbing your skin so much in a bath? Thrawn had to dress so many wounds… But you feel so unclean, you can’t help it.

“Yes.” You admit, “I did it for my comfort.”

“If you judge it is best for you then.”

He hugs you tighter for the rest of the trip, silently trying to appease your wounds. You bury your nose in the fur of your coat.

Finally you reach the apartment and you sigh in relief. You’re quite happy to be on leave, you feel a bit claustrophobic on the Chimaera.

“Finally home!” You exclaim with glee.

He takes your coat like a gentleman and put it in the closet.

“Go take a bath, Cha’cah, I will cook tonight.”

You look at him horrified.

“Please don’t!”

“How do you expect me to get better if you never let me practice?” He chuckles.

Thrawn cooking skills are horrendous. Plain and simple.

“Please, let me do it!” You propose.

“Will you at least allow me to help?” He bargains.

“If you’re nice I might let you cut some vegetables.”

“Am I not always nice?”

“Sometimes you are terrifying, so no you’re not.” You tease.

He seems to pout a little.

"Am I terrifying to you?”

“Well…” you temper “Sometimes you’re a little… intense. Especially on the bridge.”

“I am simply dedicated.” He protests softly.

“We’ll say that. But please, I beg of you, do not cook without my supervision.”

He sighs, defeated. You smile and kiss his cheek and you hear a low purr coming from him in response.

You delight yourself in the warm water, moaning of relief as you feel all your muscles relaxing. 

But you already feel the need to scrub yourself clean bubbling under your skin. You fight the urge, you made such a bloody mess last time…

“Cha’cah?” You hear a knock at the bathroom door. “Everything is alright inside?” Thrawn checks up on you.

“Yes! I come out in a minute.”

You pass on your satin gown and exit the bathroom to find Thrawn waiting for you against the wall. You smile and show him your unbruised, non-bloody skin. You make progrest!

He nods approvingly. You spin on yourself to show him at every angle. He seizes your hips to press them against his warm body. You gasp in surprise, hands on his large chest. He just holds you close, nose in your hair. You can inhale his musk being this close. It makes you feel a bit dizzy, and you think it sends tingles to your core. He kisses your forehead, smiling comfortingly to you before going to his bath.

You are cooking when he gets out. You turn to him when you realize he only has a towel around his waist, letting you appreciate his toned body, he is still wet, water drops glistening on his abs, hair wet and disheveled. You swiftly turn back to your vegetables, feeling your cheeks heating up. It’s not the first time you see him like that, but…

“It smells delicious.” He comes behind you, circling your waist.

Your heart skip a beat, and you almost cut yourself with the knife.

“Do you know you are really alluring in that little gown?” He flirts shamelessly.

“Thrawn.” You gasp “I’m manipulating a blade, do not distract me.”

“Oh? Am I distracting you?” He cradles your bodies gently.

Oh he really knows what he’s doing, the bastard! 

“Will you let me pleasure you once again, cha’cah?” He murmurs in your ear.

You mind flash with that time you let him finger you on the couch. It is the only time you allowed him to touch you. He didn’t ask for more, gladly taking what you were willing to give. But now that he had a taste of it he asks you for another round regularly.

“I don’t… I don’t think I’m in the mood tonight.” You say, voice trembling like your body under his touch.

“As it pleases you.” He kisses your temple and lets you go without insisting.

You let out your breath, focusing on your knife game to chase dirty thoughts out of your mind. He comes back clothed in his pajamas.

“So? Are you willing to teach me?”

You look at him with a deconfit expression. You almost hoped he would have forgotten about cooking tonight…

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You turn again in your covers. You can’t sleep. You’re too bothered, the sight of Thrawn half naked keeps playing in your mind again and again. You turn again, trying to chase it away but now it is the touch of his warm, wet body pressed against your back that imposes itself to you.

You grumble and open your drawer. You roam in it and take out your vibrator. You can’t get those images out, might as well act on them. You hook your panties and slide them down. You put on your preferred setting and press it against your clit, trying to relax.

Quickly, your memories of that time on the couch comes back to you. You bite your lips and focus on that.

“Straddle my laps, cha’cah.” Thrawn invited you, “If you are uncomfortable at any point, stop me immediately.”

You nodded, wondering why the hell did you agreed to that. But you straddled his laps nonetheless, holding his shoulders. You heard his deep satisfied purr rumbling in his chest as you placed yourself on top of him.

“There, make yourself comfortable.” He caressed your thigh.

He kissed your cheek, caressing your back, holding you close to him.

“Can I start touching you?” He murmured into your ear.

“Yes.” You nodded.

You warned him that you couldn’t know what your reaction would be, that you could violently reject him all of the sudden. He nodded, understanding.

You felt his warm hand tracing its way up your thigh, pulling up your dress until it reached your hips. He traced your tummy with the tips of his fingers, you were immediately tensed under his warm touch, bad memories coming back full force.

“Do you want me to stop?” He gently asked.

Do you? A part of you said yes immediately and another one urged you to push through, to heal your former wounds. You were not in the Prostitute district anymore, but with a partner you came to appreciate and getting found off, a partner that always treated you right and with tenderness.

You shaked your head slowly.

He pressed you tighter, invited you to lay your head on his shoulder as his hand traveled to your clothed pussy. You gasp as you feel his finger trailing your slit through the fabric of your panties, making your hips jerk, trying to evade him.

You gritted your teeth, you agreed to do this to get better, to heal from your trauma.

“Are you okay?” 

“Yes.” You gritted your teeth “Continue.”

He kissed your cheek again to ease your worries, trailing your slit again to find your clitoris. Once he found it he massaged it thoroughly with gentle circles motion of his fingers. You started trembling but hold on.

“You do not seem well.” He just said “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” You held him tighter “No… I want… I have to do it!”

“As you wish, cha’cah.”

He kept grazing your nervous pearl through your panties and you, oh so slowly, started to relax. You let out a sigh as you felt a tingle of pleasure flourishing in your sex. He hooked your panties and trailed your slit again, you felt a wet sensation dripping out of you.

“You are getting wetter.” He noted, satisfied.

You gasped as you felt his finger push through your warm hole and penetrated you, searching for your g-spot. He found it quickly and spared no time scratching your gummy spot earning sweet moans from you.

“That is it, dear one. Let it happen, revel in pleasure.”

He started fingering you more roughly and you started hearing wet noises as you felt yourself starting dripping on his hand. You dug your nails in his shoulders earning a hiss from him.

“Hold on to me.”

 He pushed another finger inside your puffy pussy, stretching your poor little cunt wide. 

“Ah! Thrawn…” You moaned in a gasp.

“Yes. Take everything, be greedy, cha’cah. This is all for you.”

He hooked his fingers inside you, caressing your walls puffy with blood, soft and wet. You felt your blood pulsating in your southern mouth, your clit extra nervous as he resumed his titillating touches, circling it with his thumb, flicking it as a sweet torture. 

You couldn't help but mewl. This was so different from everything you ever experienced. You had plenty of experiences with numerous species but none were concerned for your own pleasure. You had to play a comedy of false pleased moans and sultry praises to please them and they left you bruised and abused and the rest of the time you were so disgusted by the act you never touched yourself, the simple thought making you want to puke.

But this…

This is so different.

“That is the kind of enthusiasm I like.” He chuckled.

You realized only then that your were waving your hips on his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers, chasing your own release. He nibbled your ear with a purr.

“Do you think you can take another one?” He asked lowly, pushing a third finger inside your warmth.

Your mouth opened in a silent “O”, gasping at the full sensation. You felt your pussy starting to contract around his digits.

“Do not stop. Keep fucking yourself, cha’cah. There is no need to be shy or ashamed.”

You kept your hips motion, carried by his supporting words. The living room was filled with obscene wet noises, your pathetic moans and his deep purr. He kept caressing your back in a soothing motion.

“I love your moans, they are so sexy.” He murmured in your ear, “Please, scream my name as you cum.” He requested.

You dug your nails deeper into his flesh as he scissored you, stretching your sore walls to their maximum. You felt his pants soaked by your slick against the skin of your thighs, you hoped you didn’t ruined them for good.

“Give it to me, Cha’cah”

And suddenly, your pussy clenched violently on his fingers, swallowing them deeper as you cried his name, feeling your whole body shudder in some sort of shock. Your toes curled as your eyes rolled inside your skull as fireworks exploded in your core.

“Yes, Cha’cah. Perfect, you did so good.” He purred approvingly.

You were trying to get a grip of yourself when he throwed you on the couch, you yelped in surprise. He pressed his whole body on yours, weighting with his full weight on you, keeping your legs apart with one knee. He continued to finger you, more roughly, while pecking your whole face.

“Can you give me another one? Just for me.” He asked darkly.

Your former orgasm didn’t had time to wear off, he fingered you again furiously, pushed by some sort of primal instinct, something deeply buried within him, something animalistic craving more of you, more of your release and moans. He licked your face from your cheek to your temple with a growl and you couldn’t do more than taking it, defenseless under his assaults. You feel the warmth building back quickly in your core, still trembling from your first ever orgasm. He flicked your pussy lips swiftly, spreading your leaking essence on your inner thighs and panties before entering your again and resumed his fingering with an animalistic pace.

“Give me everything, you moans, your pleasure. Leave everything to me, let me take care of you.” He kept whispering in your ear.

You gasped, choked pleas, begging him to slow down, that you couldn’t take such a pace but he kept going, kissing your face, praising you for being so good to him. You shaked under him, your limbs trembling by the pleasure waves spreading through your nerves.

You came hard in his hand with a cry, your whole body suddenly stiff with the nerve wrecking orgasm. He gasped and panted on top of you, peppering kisses on your cheeks. He let you go down from your high with a deep, gentle massage of your pussy.

“Thank you.” He rasped “I really needed this.”

You just nodded weakly under him, head buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musk to calm you down from the exhausting experience. He holded you close, caressing your hair, kissing your forehead, soothing you tenderly with his deep voice.

“You did wonderful. Did it please you?”

Yes it did, but it took a real toll on you. You were not sure to renew the experience soon, as great as it was.

He circled your back and rose with you in his arms to sit back on the couch, you straddling his laps. You just hold on to him, snuggling against him, his presence appeasing you.

“I am sorry for the last one, my instinct took the better of me. I should have asked you before. I lost control. Will you forgive me?” He asks softly.

You silently nodded, you were okay with everything as long as he kept you in his arms and hold you tight.

“There is another thing you can do to help me.” He whispered, grazing your cheek with his knuckles.

You parted with him to look at him, wondering what he was gonna ask of you.

“Would you give me your panties?” He nuzzles your noses.

You could have laughed at that incongruous demand if you were not so exhausted.

“Why?” you asked with a tired chuckle.

“It is soaked with your essence and pheromones. It would greatly help me when I am in a rut alone.” He tilts his head.

He had his stoic and stern expression on but his eyes seemed to plead you. That's when you noticed how expressive they truly were. You nod, fatigued, and he kisses your cheek again.

“Thank you, cha’cah.” He helped you raise your hips to slip them out of you and put them in his pocket “Let us run you a bath, do you want something to eat? I can massage your back if you want.”

You come with a shiver on your toy, mind filled with the memories. He showered you with attention that evening, helping you relax and feeling cared for.

You tried to tease him the next day about the panties, but he responded with all the seriousness of the world.

“It was greatly helpful, just as I anticipated. It will help me wait for you until you are ready to bed with me.” He was not an ounce ashamed or embarrassed. “But they wear off so quickly, we will need to do it often.” He looked at you with a renewed hunger in his eyes.

You felt your legs go weak under his gaze.

“Maybe… I could take care of it myself?” you are not ready to relive that earth shattering experience.

“Could I watch?” He asked without missing a bit.

“No, you… No.” You decided. “I would rather do it on my own terms.” 

He seemed disappointed for a split second but came to hold your face and kiss the tip of your nose.

“As you wish.”

“Say…” You tried, unsure if you could ask for that “Could I have a sex toy for myself?”

He tilted his head. 

For now he was paying for everything, you have not yet a job as he insisted for you to go back to school to complete your education. He helped you choose a good establishment and which career you would like. Which means he had the final say in each of your expenses, even if he never denied you anything.

You awaited a “no” but he just slightly grins.

“Of course, do you know which model you want?”

“Not yet. I just came with that idea this morning.”

“We will visit shops and find the best one for your needs.”

You expected a bit of jealousy on his part. Why would you ask for a toy when your mate was so eager to please you himself? Was it not denying him his pleasure too? But he understood instantly that you needed to explore things by yourself and for yourself to heal, so he spent a whole day in luxurious sex shops to find your toy. He proved himself even more picky than you, demanding the best one for his Cha’cah, refusing to settle for less. 

You finally found the one. You were quite excited to try it, but a bit apprehensive.

It was great but not as good as him. You were a bit disappointed, you expected for the same orgasm without the deep intimate emotional connection that scared you so much but it was not as powerful as anything he gave you…

You didn’t tell him. You didn’t dare.

You take out your toy off your swollen clit, with a deep sigh. It was enjoyable but not as effective as him once again. You put it back on your drawer and drift off to sleep, Thrawn’s smiling face floating in your mind.

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“Good morning, cha’cah.” He greets you, kissing your cheek as you munch on your brioche.

You salute him back with your mouth full, hiding it with your hand. How unladylike! Your food portions were heavily monitored back at the Brothel, but with him you can eat as much as you want, so you don’t deprive yourself.

You are back on the Chimaera.

You have a whole suite to yourself but you took the habits to come eat with him in his. You feel less alone like that. He welcomes you each day with a peck on the cheek and a smile, whether he sleeped or spent his whole night working without closing his eyes once.

Your presence helps him brace himself for each new day and its sets of new challenges.

He always serves himself some black caff and a fruit. That’s all. You don’t know how he can go through the day with so little in the stomach so you always try to make him eat more.

“You are always worrying for me, cha’cah.” He chuckles, “That is so nice of you.” He always responds without eating more. So you always sneak some snacks in his pockets when he kisses your temples goodbye before going on the Bridge. His pockets are empty when he comes back to you for the evening. You keep that little game for months, you feeding him and him making sure you don’t open your wounds in the bath.

“You did not put perfume today?” He notes as he kisses your temple goodbye.

“Yes, I decided to try.”

He smiles proudly at you with sparkling eyes.

“You are making great progress, Cha’cah.”

And he leaves you for the day.

You gather yourself.

Today is the day!

Today you will kiss him. Today you will pass a milestone in your relationship.

Today you let him know about your ever growing desire for him that you cannot deny anymore, that you long for his touch and affection. That you finally long for that intimacy and emotional connection you used to fear.

Today is the day. 

You head towards the kitchen and start cooking him a nutritious meal, a testimony of your own affection for him. You have to draw away many droids that keep bugging you, proposing you their help or outright telling you cooking was not for a woman of your standing. You shush them away and focus on your cooking game, preparing him the dishes you noticed he particularly likes. You hope he will appreciate the attention.

When noon approaches you go back to your suite to put on a dress you know he loves and brush your teeth thoroughly again to have a fresh breath. Under the dress you put on a babydoll you secretly bought thanks to your new job, a little present he will unravel tonight.

You walk thought the Chimaera corridors with your fuming tray. You cross path with some officers that politely salute you, they know you are with their Grand Admiral and learned to treat you with respect, you bow your head to them as a greeting and continue your walk to his office.

As you reach it you see Commodore Faro exiting the office.

“Good day, Commodore!” You salute.

She turns to you surprised.

“Good day, my Lady. What is it for?” She wonders about the tray.

“It is for Grand Admiral Thrawn.”

“Oh great! He is in such a bad mood, maybe it will help him blow off some steam.”

“He is angry?” You ask.

“He received bad news about his project.” She crosses her arms, shaking her head “They took his budget away.”

You are not really aware of everything, Thrawn keeps his work private, he said he didn’t want you to worry about war. That he will keep you safe.

“That’s bad news indeed.”

“I have to retrieve something for him, please try to ease his behavior. It’s for the best.” She requests, already walking away.

The stormtroopers let you pass without a single question and you enter his office where he is seated at his desk, deeply frowning, displeased by the whole situation.

“Go away!” He orders without even raising his eyes.

“It’s me.” You announce.

He raises his head, his gaze immediately softening. He stands up to welcome you.

“Is something wrong?” He asks.

“Everything’s good. I cooked you your favorite dishes.” You signaling him the tray.

“Oh, That is delicate of you, thank you.” He says a bit surprised.

You put the tray down on the desk.

“Why did you cook me a meal when we have droids for that?” He wonders, a light grin floating on his mouth.

“I wanted to please you, and today is a special day.” You smile brightly.

“It is?”

“Yes. Please sit down.” 

He obeys without objection. You walk around the desk and come sit on his laps with a smile.

“You did not need to cook me a whole meal if you wanted to cuddle. You know I cannot refuse it to you, Cha’cah.”

You put a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“Close your eyes.” You whisper.

Once again he obeys, trusting you completely.

You take his face in your hands and kiss his closed eyelids delicately. You then look at his gorgeous face, graving it in your memory, and you kiss his lips delicately.

He is unresponsive at first, but you feel his whole body stiffens under your touch. You kiss him again. All his muscles harden and contract, he digs his nails in the arms of his chair. You pepper light kisses on his lips and you start hearing something between a growl and a purr rising from the depths of his chest, like two different emotions are raging inside him. Finally he snaps out of his torpor and you feel trembling hands pressing you further against his warm body, coming to hold the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

“Are you sure of yourself?” He asks, panting between two languorous kisses.

“Yes…” You gasp.

He suddenly sent everything on his desk flying, including the tray, with a swift wide arm movement. You cry is surprise.

“Thrawn! The meal!”

But he’s already seizing your hips to lay you down on his desk, pressing his body on yours, kissing you feverishly. You feel his hands caressing their way up your thighs, lifting up your dress in the process, he keep kissing you like mad man as he open your legs wide and you feel him rubbing his groin against your panties. His hands came cupping your breasts and he kisses them too, like he would kiss a holy object.

“Grand Admiral Thrawn, I found the datacards you-” Faro says, stopping dead in her tracks.

You both look up to her, and she suddenly seems really tired.

“Please… You are on duty.” She almost pleas.

You can’t help but burst out laughing as she exits the room, shaking her head. Thrawn kisses your forehead tenderly.

“She is right. I will see you tonight.”

“Will you be able to wait?” You tease.

“I will have to. But if I can make a suggestion…” He kisses your palm “Please wear all your jewelry pieces I bought you tonight.”

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Your kneeling on the bed, awaiting for your mate to enter the bedroom with great anticipation. You feel your heart pounding furiously in your chest and ears, stress slowly eating you alive. You put on all your bracelets, rings, necklaces and a pair of earrings. You are literally glowing under the light of the chamber. You fidget your fingers, counting the minutes separating you from him.

When finally you hear the door of the suite opening.

You replace yourself on the bed, straightening your back and raising your head. Thrawn enters the bedroom and his face illuminates seeing you.

“Cha’cah.” He sighs satisfied.

You smile broadly to him opening your arms, he comes into your embrace, taking your chin in his hand to force you on your knees to kiss him. He kisses you slowly, moaning against your lips. You feel a tingle in your core at those sounds. He gently pushes you down the mattress, following you in the motion, never stopping kissing you. You moan back in response. You feel his hand trails your arm to hold you own hand and intertwine your fingers. You feel his warm large hand on your naked shoulders blades before pulling on the zipper at the back of your dress, slowly undressing you.

It reveals your babydoll to his eyes, blue like his gorgeous skin.

“I do not remember buying you that babydoll.” He comments.

“Surprise!” You giggle. “Do you like it?”

“It is splendid, but you will be even more gorgeous naked, cheo Cha’cah.” He purrs, resuming the languorous kissing.

You mewl again, circling his waist with your legs, waving your body under his. He starts kneading your tits, licking your exposed skin, biting down the soft flesh. He then tugs on the baby blue ribbon, loosening the corset. He opens it fully, exposing your breast to him. His red eyes seem to shine brighter at that sight. He takes one in his mouth and start sucking and licking the nipple, kneading the other with his large hand. You caress his silky blue-black hair, pressing his head down your bust. You feel his drool rolling on your skin as he eats your tit messily, a growl starting to resonate in the bedroom. He starts to hump his clothed groin against your hidden pussy, pressing his hot loins against the center of your desires. He lets out your tit go with a sounding pop and takes the other one in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. You start pulling on his white jacket to open it but it remains firmly closed. You let out an annoyed snarl, earning a chuckle in response. He part from you and opens it for you, you follow the motion to help him get rid off his black shirt too and opening his trousers. The bulge in his boxer is consequent. You palpate it, feeling the warmth spreading through your palm. He slips out of it, freeing his erection.

He is remarkably well endowed.

He is as blue as the rest of his body, the tip being a purplish shade. You take him in your hands, pumping him. Usually penises gross you out, but you want this one so badly. He throws his head back with a long purr.

“Keep going, Cha’cah…” He rasps.

You open your mouth and welcome it inside, tasting his precum. He gasps at the new sensations. He weighs heavy in your mouth, making you drool. You lick his tip with the dart of your tongue, titillating him, you feel him hardening even more on your tongue.

He looks down on you, his chest taking deep breaths, he caresses a strand of hair out of your face, cupping your face. You hollow your cheeks as you suck him, taking care not to put on your teeth and start bobbing your head. He breathes through his nose, you feel the muscles of his thighs flex under your palms.

“You are giving me so much pleasure, cha’cah, you are good at this.”

You moan, mouth full, in response to the praises.

You feel him tug gently on your hair.

“Alright, enough. It is my turn now.” He hisses.

You let him go with a last little lap on his tip, licking your lips looking up to him.

“Do not look at me with those eyes.”

“Why ? "

“I am trying really hard to keep my self control, you are not making things easy.”

You pout with doe eyes.

“What did I just say?” He pushes you on the mattress with a growl.

It goes straight to your core.

He places himself between your legs, forcing them wide open, his nose hovering over your clothed cunt. He lets one chast kiss on your venus mount before hooking the panties of the babydoll on the side. You gulp. No one ever got down on you. You wonder how it feels.

He blows on your exposed pussylips and you feel your cunny contracting at the cold sensation. You look down at him, feeling the ache between your thighs worsening just being exposed like that. 

“You are already wet.” He notes, satisfied, “Pleased to know I have some effect on you.”

He gently kisses and nibbles the flesh of your inner thighs, holding them with his warm large hands. 

“I cannot wait to mate with you.” He growls, “To bury my cock deep inside that pussy. To teach you what real sex feels like.” He bites you down.

You yelp,  a little bit in pain.

“To show you what devotion feels like.”

Without any warning he dives between your legs, tasting you for the very first time. He takes a fat sloppy laps at your leaking pussy, traling your slit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips try to move away instantly but he holds them down, keeping you in place under his ministrations. He licks you enthusiastically, deeply pleased by what he’s tasting. This is now his favored flavor. He parts your lips with two fingers and lavs at your soft wet flesh, he moans lewdly, hot and bothering you at your very core.

“Ah!” You gasp.

He doubles down as he hears you, mind focused on drawing out the most obscenes noises out of your mouth without regard for your dignity. He starts circling and flicking your clit as you feel your blood flowing down to gorge your walls, puffing them up. He probes your entrance with the tips of his fingers before entering, knuckles deep and starting scratching your gummy spot right away, he fingers and scissors your thoroughly as he sucks and swirls your nervous bud. You feel your legs trembling, shaken up by the waves of pleasures slowly spreading through your nerves. You whine, caressing his hair, not knowing if you should push him away or press his head down your dripping core. You feel a pool of heat coiling in your sex.

“You taste so good, Cha’cah. I will have you for breakfast everyday from now on.” He promises you.

He keeps teasing your pearl, making a mess with his drool and your essence, you feel yourself leaking onto the sheets.

“Ooooh…” You can’t refrain but chant, biting down your knuckles to silence yourself.

He immediately slaps your tender tummy giving you a hard gaze.

“Keep singing for me. I want to hear everything.”

He resumes his work on your pussy as you try your best to not obstruct your mouth.

“Hold my hand.” He calls for you.

You intertwine your fingers, holding on to him for dear life. Your other hand digs its nails in the soft covers, taking a fistfull of fabric. Your whole body is tense like a bowstring, on fire and sweaty. He consumes you whole like he’s eating a tasty meal, like you are a fountain and him a thirsty man, like you are a juicy meat and him a carnivore feasting on your body. You hear desperation in his moans, like he was jealously guarding you from others, keeping you to himself. He takes sloppy laps again with the flat of his purple tongue before darting it against your clit, making your hips jerk violently.

“Give it to me, love.” He orders with a dark tone.

You feel your pussy contracting savagely at the pet name and clench painfully hard on his fingers. You came with a cry of his name, arching your back, an explosion of white light behind your closed eyelids.

You fall back on the pillow, panting, drenched in sweat.

“You came really hard, love.” He says smugly, your release beading from his chin

He licks you clean, purring, satisfied. He rose from his position to crawl over you and kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You whimper. He raises to open your bodice fully and taking your babydoll out of you, letting your body exposed to his eyes.

“So beautiful.”

His eyes roam around each inches of your naked body, grazing your skin with the tip of his fingers, leaving goosebumps on his trail.

He tilts his head.

“I know what misses to this scene. I should have bought you a tiara, to fuck you like the princess that you are.”

You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Ready for the real deal?” He asks with dark lust in his red burning eyes.

You gulp under his gaze before nodding, bracing yourself for what is to come.

You can’t help yourself but have a sneaky look between your two bodies. He is still hard! It looks painful to you. You open your legs wider to welcome him inside. Taking support on his elbows he slides his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick as lube. He then slowly pushes himself inside, making your mouth open wide at the full sensation. He buries his nose in the crook of your neck as he’s burying his cock to the hilt.

“It is okay, cha’cah. You can take all of me, I have prepared you well.”

He says that but he stretches your poor little pussy to its maximum, making your breath tremble. He captures your lips to take your mind off that, hugging your tongue with his.

He finally pushes all the way through, deeply buried inside your most secret place. He sighs of satisfaction as you wonder how you will take him moving. He lets you time to adjust but you can’t do too much with how much he stretches you.

“Your pussy is strangling my cock so much, it is delicious.” He rasps in your ear, “I could come right there and here.”

But he starts moving his hips slowly, languidly taking shallow thrust, tasting the water with your reactions. You whimper, circling his shoulders with your arms, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He nibbles the shell of your ear, purring.

“This pussy was made for me, I can feel it. I fit just right.” He tease you.

From your point of you his girth is a bit too massive. He keeps rocking his hips, getting deeper and deeper each time until you feel him hitting your cervix. He keeps a luscious pace but you feel his impatience bubbling under his skin. He wants to rut deep and fast inside you, cutting your breath at each thrusts but he remains patient and keeps making tender love to you, massaging your inner walls, leaving hickies on your soft skin. You feel his arms circling your form, holding you close, shielding you completely with his huge stature. You circle his waist with your legs again, waving your body against his, meeting his hips like a dance.

“Ah! Love, if you keep moving like that…” He groans

You kiss his neck as you undulate your hips, leaving hickeys on his blue skin too. You want to brand him as yours too!

“Please, love. Can I be rough? I am on the verge of implosion…” He begs for you. 

He sounds at the end of his life.

“Okay.” You lick and whisper in his ear, mercyful.

He grabs your hips and holds them down with a guttural growl, installing a brutal pace. He slips out and pushes back in violently, hitting your cervix repeatedly. Your sore pussy is no more than a fleshlight to his pleasure as he ruts into you like a rabid animal. He seems desperate to claim you as his, marking you as his, possessing you completely. He plunges his hips like he’s starving fo your body, fucking you stupid on his girth. He fucks your brains out as you feel the warmth of a new orgasm starting to spread again. You bite into his shoulder to ground you into reality, he lets out a gasp of pleasure as you dig your canines in his soft flesh. The taste of blood invades your mouth but you don’t let go.

And then, suddenly, it feels like your your mind and body are struck by lightning. Something inexplicable that electrifies you to your core. 

And everything became clear, what Thrawn said about being mate and compatible, about a soul changing experience. You dig your nails deeper in his flesh and press his waist against yours, refusing to let him go anywhere. You will not let him go, ever. This man is yours forever. Your complaints about possibly falling in love with someone else sound absolutely ridiculous now, because you know nobody could ever compare to him in your eyes from now on.

And you know he looks at you the same.

He keeps pounding savagely into you and you feel the waves of your orgasm rising until they crash down upon you violently, ravaging everything in their way. Your whole body freezes and your pussy convulses around his large cock that keeps bullying its way into you, you feel a mass growing at each thrust but you can’t identify what it is. You scream his name, not caring if someone hears you. His pace slows down, his movements getting erratic until he pushes one last time, forcing the estranged mass inside your pussy and spurts ribbons of seed deep inside you.

Everything comes to a halt and you simply hold one another in your arms, panting and sweaty.

“Did you feel it?” You can hear the smile in his voice, “This means we successfully mated, love.” He purrs.

“Love?” You ask, tired but blissful.

“Yes. I love you, cheo cha’cah. For a long time now.” He parts with you to look you in the eyes.

He caresses your cheek so tenderly, so foundly, his gaze clear and sparkling, his toned body glistening with a thin veil of sweat.

“Do you?” He asks.

After that earth shattering bond snapped in place?

“Yes.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “But Thrawn, you came inside and we spoke about not wanting kids right now…”

“I took a contraceptive, do not worry about anything. I will not get you pregnant without your enthusiastic consent.” He nuzzles with you.

You try to move under him but feel something keeping you down in place, his cock buried deep inside you.

You lower your gaze, frowning.

“I have a knot.” He explains, “We will be stuck for a little bit of time.”

You burst out laughing.

“A knot?” You say incredulous.

“You remember I told you my kind had exotic features?”

“I thought it was about you being able to pick up pheromones!”

“No. I am full of surprises, you will discover.”

You remain in a tight embrace, none of the two of you wanting to be the first one to let go.

Even if it takes all night long.

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

[msvblight]

Thinking about Kingdoms Across the Stars,

And absolutely starships have to go to spacedock every so often for hull maintenance.

After a few months the "keels" become pitted and even crusted with tiny bits of space debris that hit and fuse when travelling faster than light (thanks to the orichalc energy envelope and wake the debris is slowed and often destroyed, or dissolved to tiny pieces, so it can't destroy the ship unless it's massive)

This ends up having a similar effect as barnacles, inpacting the way the Orichalc engines work and making them less effective.

As such all the crust must be scraped off and the pits and divots healed over.

[falleri-salvatore]

How the fuck has no one noticed the fact that Pyrrha's circlet was made of literal orichalcum?

Orichalcum or aurichalcum /ˌɔːrɪˈkælkəm/ is a metal mentioned in several ancient writings, including the story of Atlantis in the Critias of Plato. Within the dialogue, Critias (460–403 BC) says that orichalcum had been considered second only to gold in value and had been found and mined in many parts of Atlantis in ancient times, but that by Critias's own time, orichalcum was known only by name.

Orichalcum may have been a noble metal such as platinum, as it was supposed to be mined, or one type of bronze or brass or possibly some other metal alloy.

The name is derived from the Greek ὀρείχαλκος, oreikhalkos (from ὄρος, oros, mountain and χαλκός, chalkos, copper), literally meaning "mountain copper". Orichalcum found at Gela, Sicily.

The Romans transliterated "orichalcum" as "aurichalcum", which was thought to mean literally "gold copper". It is known from the writings of Cicero that the metal which they called orichalcum resembled gold in color but had a much lower value. In Virgil's Aeneid, the breastplate of Turnus is described as "stiff with gold and white orichalc".

Orichalcum has been held to be either a gold–copper alloy, a copper–tin or copper–zinc brass, or else a metal or metallic alloy no longer known.

Like, seriously?

[addadmelechtheincubus]

Notes: The Family

Ascher Mys: the human-seeming of Asmodei - Adramalech's grandsire and once Aesma, leader of the herd of chalkydri trapped in Hell by Mundus.

In order to save the newly born chalkrydi, and secure himself a place of power where he could control his people's destiny in Hell, Aesma sacrificed the adults of his herd to Mundus and raised up the young, altered forever, into the incubi. He has since sired further generations of incubi with other demons, leading to a wide variety in incubi types.

In human-shape, Ascher is big, a powerlifter's build wrapped in impeccable dark suits. He limps, walking with a cane.

Hair: a curly mane of dark grey hair, a sheen of purple and green to it like a pigeon's feathers. Heavy mutton chops and a neat little goatee.

Eyes: Dark red, horizontal pupiled, wears dark glasses to hide them.

Skintone: deep olive

He is gregarious, irresistibly charming to most humans, but carries the distinct aura of both a 1960's mob boss and the head of a yakuza family if you're talking specifically about the Yakuza video games.

As Asmodei, the ruler of the City of Dis, his appearance is similar to Tsedi's "true form", but he's enormous, the horse portion of his hippogriff-like body shaped like a shire horse. His feathers are silvery, damascened steel, fading into iridescent charcoal scales. Unlike Tsedi's flame-flickering peacock feathers, his tail is reminscent of a palawan peacock's- more silver-steel, but with brilliant blue-green eyes that seem to hover a few millimeters above the actual feathers.

And where Tsedi's helm has a horse-like shape to it, Asmodei's is shaped as a bull's, great crystalline horns framing a burning orb.

Most notably, his right front foreleg is mangled, encased in a golden brace.

From Dis - the Las Vegas of Hell-, Asmodei controlls Hell's incubi. Once seemingly in Mundus' name, and now seemingly to the highest bidder.

Anammalech: Tsedi's twin sibling.

Ana's demonic form is nearly identical to Tsedi's in appearance except for coloring.

Their demonic form is reminscent of white-pied peacocks and cob horses, pale and just partially mottled with color.

Their human form is variable, but always white haired, grey eyed and emotionless. At some point in the past, Mundus utterly broke Ana, making them into one of his personal hunters.

With Mundus gone, Ana only has their last mission to sustain them: find and kill their wayward sibling.

Tuwas: Aesma's twin, and the leader of the herd that had been trapped in the heavens.

Tuwas goes by a different, Angelic name now - Kasiel. Much as Aesma's choices defined the fate of the incubi, Tuwas' choices defined the Keruvim- binding them into service of the Kings of Heaven, often oblivious save for the constant songs praising those in power, and granting Tuwas themselves a position of great authority in the angelic ranks.

Raziel's form is reminscent of golden pheasants, akal-teke horses and glittering koi. Unlike their hell-borne brethren, they maintained their wings, shimmering like sunstone - and their great tail whispers behind them like gold set with flaming emeralds. Raziel's helmet (like those of the other Keruvim) is shaped like an eagle- but with great horns of diamond - similar to Asmodei's, and a "mane" of iridescent, golden feathers. They maintain their stronghold of white gold and orichalc (within the Ma'una division of the Primum Mobile, where their choirs remain when not Singing.)

Their human-seeming is a skinny blonde twink in a golden, designer tracksuit.

[genshination]

Tenacity of the Millelith

Flower of Accolades

Ceremonial War-Plume

Orichalceous Time-Dial

Noble's Pledging Vessel

General's Ancient Helm

[sw5w]

Perfect, It's Settled Then

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:40:55

[nessjo]

♡ Nr.6

(These are not my pictures, i found them on pinterest and across the internet, the credits belong to the original owners)

Senate Gown Coruscant

As Queen Amidala addressed the Galactic Senate, she wore a magnificent gown and hairstyle, expressing her people's culture through regal trappings that also helped her remain calm and aloof through the proceedings. Her escoffiate headpiece included the Royal Sovereign of Naboo medal in the center, orichalc finework suspensas on either side of her face, golden hairbands, and grand finial hair tip ornaments at the ends of hair which was styled to resemble the horns of a guarlara. The orange-shot gold silk taffeta robe had embroidered rosette designs and gold, triple-braided soutache trim. For the hearing, she added a cloak with tall, wide shoulders.

(Via Wookieepedia)

Padmé's Masterlist

[expelliarmus]

Hi Nicole! This might sound a bit weird but I just thought I'd pop in and say I love your blogs! I mean come on, Pokemon AND Doctor Who? What a combo! Anyway that's enough awkwardness from Australia, have a nice day! (or night idk I thiiiiink the sun is still shining on your side of the planet)

Thank you so much!!! 🥰 I love my Pokemon blog and I'm so happy you do too!

It's early in the morning here now and the sun isn't up yet haha, but I hope you have a good night!

[tuna-moon-draws]

Shouldn't have used that cursed card pharaoh, shame

[morihaus]

i love how akavir like exists and presumably has things going on but for obvious reasons everything in the games is so tamriel centric- and i mean this in like, the entire cosmology of the elder scrolls revolves around tamriel as its center and it really makes you wonder what the hell is happening anywhere else. like so many important things are clustered within this one continent you’d imagine the other landmasses of nirn would be sort of conspicuously lacking in artifacts/towers that hold the world together/fun and quirky landmarks like the heart of lorkhan