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I would like to present you with: Outis from Limbus Company (it's Odysseus but she)
Oh my partner would love her
I’ve fallen in love with Ladiva instantly. Who are they???
IG its time for Ladiva loveposting bc she's probably one of my fave granblue ladies Ladiva is a prizewinning duelist and possibly the nicest lady you'll ever meet! She literally has a whole event where she comforts her crewmates because she's the whole crew's auntie.
She's also canonically a transwoman! Like in text and irrefutably a transwoman! She actually has a super sweet fate episode with the other transwoman, Cagliostro, where Cag offers to make her a more feminine body but Ladiva turns her down because she loves how she looks. (They also team up to track down kidnapped children and Ladiva reforms the kidnappers by being kind and offering her love)
Speaking of love that's her THING! She strongly believes in the power of LOVE! Even people who arguably don't deserve her mercy like Belial or Bubs are worthy of her time and effort in her eyes. To her no one is unlovable and if you think you are SHE will love you until you're able to realize your worth!
And as I mentioned up top she's a duelist! The crown jewel of the aptly named Jewel Resort people will flood the place to cheer for her when she's in the ring! And as you probably expect she's incredibly humble about it!
That's her win quote against the strongest martial artist in the skies. No gloating just her effortless kindness. Also she sends the majority of her winnings to the orphanage where she grew up because she's a fucking saint.
I'm gonna cut myself off right there or I'll be here all night but in conclusion Ladiva is a queen and deserves all the LOVE~♡
✧ ANNE HATHAWAY attends the Michael Kors Collection Spring/Summer 2023 Runway Show (September 14, 2022)
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Jane Powell as Milly Pontipee Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954) dir. Stanley Donen
OVERBOIL
Summary: Tech and Omega have crashed in a wayward escape, and are trapped in an overheating hunk of metal. Omega quickly dips off into the deep end, and Tech can do nothing but wait for help. Genfic, father daughter bonding, oneshot
CW: Hyperthermia, depictions of panic attacks, grief/illness, thoughts of death, delirium, hallucinations
Logic is wonderfully rigid and steadfast. It exists in neither fact nor opinion, but rather, a strict set of rules or principles supported, justified, and validated by numerous things that exist in the natural wavelength of life and experiences. It is not something you allow yourself to fight against, and if you do, you present yourself as borderline delusion or incredibly pugnacious. Though everyone has their own set of logic they chose to follow, the majority tends to boil down to similar beliefs natural to the human psyche and the natural world.
It is the opposite of human emotion, too tumultuous and aggravating and confusing, bleeding pain and torment but also love and joy and fear, which is far too difficult to base thoughtful decisions in. It’s why Tech enjoys the steady beat of logic rather than trying to navigate the maze that is human emotion. It’s easier to navigate, easier to follow and abide by, and it provides the structure he craves to manage himself, while emotions tend to send him into a spiral if he dwells too hard, whether the feeling be positive or negative.
However, in this very instance, he finds that logic is failing him. It’s easy to follow when the ramshackle carrier that was supposed to be his way out fails and careens towards the ground, and he must crash it safely. It’s easy to follow as he sends out a static filled distress signal and follows steps to save himself. It provides guidelines for what he must do as he waits for rescue.
It does nothing for him as Omega bloats with heat and cries sweat, shiny and stick and beading off her brow, soaking her clothes, turning her hair into a messy mop of dirty blond that clings to her face and oils her skin. It does nothing as her eyes glaze and she cannot stand so she instead leans her feverish body in his lap, mumbling strings of words that sink further and further into a despairing pit of nonsense. Unlike nearly everything Tech encounters, it does not provide him the next steps.
Logic tells him Omega is suffering from hyperthermia. The internal temperature of the crashed ship is slowly hiking to unbearable conditions, and Omega’s young body, untouched and green with new environments and temperatures from her long stay on Kamino, is handling it abysmally. She has gone from spasming muscles, twitching and pulsing underneath her skin and a dry tongue to nearly intelligible in under an hour as the heat sinks into her mind and fries her brain.
She lays in his lap now, twitching and soaked, the heat rash on her neck glistening, blistered, and red as his glares angrily from underneath her collar. Her eyes are half lidded and her tongue lolls.
Logic does not tell him how to comfort this frightened girl, tactile and fearful and crying despite her delusional state, falling deeper and deeper into terror as her grasp on reality slips between his fingers, and logic does not tell him, nor prepare him, for the carnage that has run rampant in his mind or the agonizing feeling of uselessness and dread that spreads across his chest like wildfire.
“I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t please don’t please don’t,” Omega warbles from his lap, suddenly shoving herself into his ribs, trembling. “I can’t do it I can’t do it.”
Sorrow needles and spins in his heart and nausea twists in stomach as Omega grips to him, clearly lost in horror as she babbles yet again about something Tech doesn’t understand, and he lets his fingers ghost her cheeks. She feels like a hot stove and his fingers slip in her sweat. She needs water and cool air Tech cannot provide. “You’re alright, Omega. Hunter will be here to assist us with our predicament shortly.”
Omega keens and tears leak from her eyes, scare and small as the ship sucks all moisture from her body. Her arms twitch and her leg spasms and she cries again.
No matter how others may think when they meet him, how bluntly he may seem to regard others emotional states or how others stare when he answers most things with callous fact and seems undeterred by tragedy, Tech does feel. Tech feels deeply. He feels to the point where it tears him inside out and floods all else with whatever emotion has clung to him. He simply does not know how to understand them or feel them the way other people have deemed correctly. He cannot showcase them in the way others want to see it. He cannot feel the right way.
Omega torments him how she is. It rips him to shreds and makes him sick to see her react so poorly and dangerously as time ticks on and on with no sign of rescue. It blooms deep in his heart and grows with each word she whispers and each time she cried and twitches and scratches herself. He’s choking on grief that he cannot comprehend.
Logic tells him Omega will die soon.
His head pounds and sweat drips from his lashes. Underneath Omegas frail body, his muscles ripple and his skin burns with rash. His heart is frantic and rams against his rib cage in a painful flurry, and he’s light as thirst claws at his throat and his vision blurs until he blinks it away, but he has time. Tech thinks he has a few hours. His body is much more apt at the heat and strain than his little sister who has not suffered so much as a hunger pang or a cold. Experience is plastered with scars on his skin and Omega is a fresh slate not yet marred with the world.
He tries to keep track of her rapid, gasping breathing with a hand on her rib cage and with the other, he attempts to fan her to provide any sort of relief. Logic screams in his head that this does nothing, nothing at all, and he cannot prolong her lifespan with frantic attempts to cool the girl with humid, sticky air that seeps into her skin and fogs her thoughts.
Her mouth gapes like a fish, and Tech jerks as the muscles in his torso flail and writhe with heat. Her breathing is so shallow it is frightening, and he can’t but help imagining her little lungs like a popped balloon, trying so feverishly to suck in air only for it to be torn out in a vicious manner. He tries to snuff the thought out as he drums his fingers on Omega’s side, to the beat of her struggling heart and the count of her breaths, torn between trying to be soothed by the sound of her living or the sound of her dying. It is two sides of the same coin. He does not know which to believe.
When Omega splutters and convulses into herself, Tech murmurs simple words to soothe and tries to comfort with his hands, with the touch he knows Omega unconsciously seeks from them all and the touch he isn’t quite sure how to properly give in the way the rest seem to seamlessly. When she chokes and coughs and sinks into his lap like a rag doll, the grief that envelops him like a storm is achingly familiar and exhausting.
But when the girl’s labored breathing and incoherent words fall deathly silent and she no longer bats against his body, Techs blood turns to ice and the whirlwind of thoughts stop as he waits for it to begin again, for horror and pain to once again take over his mind and replace this new, sudden spiral of fear.
“Omega? Omega!” Tech shouts, digging his palm into her side to feel for her lungs, for her heart, suddenly lightheaded and throat burning with bile that stems from either sickening fear or the oppressive heat that saps his body of strength.
The girl does not answer. Tech flips her around and holds her head to feel for her pulse, fingers slipping in her sweat and trembling with terror as he begs and pleads for a heartbeat. Omegas face is pale and sickly and shiny, her mouth agape and her eyes half lidded and bright red. Saliva dribbles from her mouth. Her cannot hear her breathe. He cannot tell exhales from the hot air.
The only sign that she is alive is the crazed beat of her heart that pulses against his fingers.
A rigorous shake brings her back to the world.
“Shhhhtopp,” she mumbles tearfully, eyes beaded with the salty stuff, and tries to wiggle away, but Tech holds her tighter. She had passed out. He cannot allow her to slip into the unconscious world again. He will lose her. Her body is surrendering to the heat.
Omega stares up at him with baleful eyes, and her hand drops back down to her chest. Techs vision blurs and he fights vomit as his stomach twists and cinches in a blistering dance of pain. His heat rash throbs as he hoists Omega into his arms, close to his chest and pleads with her.
“Omega,” he starts, his voice clipping, and his raises a hand in front of her face. “Omega, please tell me how many fingers I’m holding up.”
She blinks at him. Tears fall from her eyes.
“Omega, tell me!”
Her head drops as her neck muscles spasm and give way, and Tech careens to catch her. Her breathing is inaudible. Her body is dead weight in his hands. Tech sobs her name and shakes her again. Omega walks the dangerous line of purgatory.
She is falling, and he cannot tether the net to catch her. Omega is an acrobat falling from tightrope and he is her safety net, ripped and bruised and desperate as she slips through the cracks.
He shakes her again. Her head snaps back and forth with the motion but Tech can’t bring himself to stop. He must wake her up. He must. If she stays asleep any longer she will surely give into the darkness that feeds on her illness and be lost to him for the rest of his life. He asks her again and again for count, to tell him the number and to count his fingers that are slick with her sweat and moving at a rapid pace to try and keep her attention. A half life comes back to her eyes and she keens, batting at him with soft hands, her back muscles cinching tightly together and she seizes painfully.
A shaking hand is placed in front of her eyes. “Omega, count my fingers. Tell me please,”
He can the hear the beginnings of hiccuping in his voice, so choked with dreadful emotion, but Omega does stare lazily as his twitching hand and tries to touch it. Her lips move but words are intelligible, and Tech breathes in a mix of relief and fear as he waves his hand in front of her, pleading and whispering and begging for help. It’s so hot. It’s so, so hot.
Omega smacks his arm again, and he tries to guide her hand away. Instead, she babbles and spittle runs down her chin and she swings forward to hammer her wet fingers on his wrist. She hiccups and slips and ends up across his arm, and Tech can see that the heat rash has crept down her back and it’s bleeding though her shirt. He gently attempts to lay her across his lap to make her more comfortable. Omega fights and whines and her arms begin to spasm uncontrollably.
Her face screws up with sheer pain and she begins to weep, failing her arms as a flurry of pulsations ravages her body, but no tears can be pulled from her eyes. The oppressive heat has sucked all away and won’t even grant her the release of tears. She drops again and Tech continues to ask her how many fingers he is holding up. She has yet to answer.
But she doesn’t need too. As the attack of spasms begins to seep from Omega’s ruined muscles, and her eyes once again begin to slid shut, there is a sudden torrent of air that sweeps through them both, glancing across his sweat and tussling Omega’s soaked shirt. The air is foreign and fresh and wonderfully cold, dear God, it’s cold, and it’s enough to shock Omega into snapping open her eyes, glancing about with a feverish fervor, and Tech tries to blink away the wavish heat and see clearly.
Black and red tell him all he needs to know. An arm curls around his neck and weight is lifted from his lap and he breathes, truly breathes one more and collapses himself into his own safety net, into the secure and chilled arms of his brother that freeze his skin and wipe his oiled hair from his face.
“Omega-“ he starts, voice hoarse and he coughs, trying to point, but it’s all too blurry to tell as tears full his eyes and the world meshes into plentiful colors and glorious nonsense. The breeze hits him and he sobs.
“We got her.” His brother says, hoisting him up onto jelly like legs and securing his torso to his, gluing them together like like wet cloth. “The ships prepared. She will be okay. We got here in time.”
It’s not enough for Tech and he gasps. “She passed out and I couldn’t keep her awake I couldn’t-“ and his knees buckle beneath him, hands on the cold dirt and he can’t breathe as the true realization hits him and he heaves. His stomach twists and bile burns his throat and vomit spills from his chapped lips. He’s crashing and crying and he can’t get a grip.
“Tech, Tech” is sternly said, rough and commanding and his brother sweeps into view, gripping and grounding and speaking. A hand is thrust into his face and fleshy fingers wiggle and blur. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
He counts.
“Four.”
Let's stop for a moment with the madness over Mingyu and talk about MY QUEEN KIM TAEYEON, SO HELLO??????!!!!! SHE'S A GODDESS
6 and 12 lucerys
gift you the world
a/n : hope you enjoy this, and apologies if it's a bit rushed in the end !! written at my favourite hour : 3 am. 😌💕
summary : request/prompts word count: 1.1k
characters included : lucerys, reader/you.
genre : fluff. prompt/scenario(s): — 6. “would you fancy to sleep with me tonight, in my bed?” “only if we cuddle.” — 12. “i wish i could gift you the sun, the stars, the moon, and all the planets that exist.”
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A vivid orange tone formed a line on the pastel coloured sky as the sun slowly disappeared from sight; the windy breeze gently hitting on the leaves of the Castle garden's tree – where you were currently sitting under – and occasionally, some leaves fell on top of your lap, while others fell on top of the book you were currently reading, as your boyfriend rested his head on your lap. Lucerys wasn't precisely sleeping, just resting from his everyday Princeling duties, and enjoying your tranquil presence.
Distracting yourself from the book, your eyes lowered to his face, and a smile curved on the corner of your lips at how calm he seemed to be, as the warm brightness of the leisurely disappearing sun highlightened his face. Your fingers descended from the smooth, fine book page, and slowly made it's way to tenderly tracing his jawline. “Enjoying the moment, my Prince?” you asked as your fingertips gently explored his face in a loving way, as his eyes fluttered open. “I always enjoy the moment when you're with me, Issa jorrāelagon (my love)” his cheeks glistened with a warm crimson colour, the corner of his lips rose both upwards at the feeling of your fingers softly tracing his features. Despite having been together for 3 full moons now, his heart always fluttered with love every time you touched his face – or gave him any type of physical contact – and always quite lost himself on the way you so graciously smiled at him.
Before you could reply anything, Luke spoke once again, “I was thinking,” he began, making you slightly tilt your head at what he was going to say. The flustering on his face grew, as a minor anxiety rose on his chest at what your answer would be for the following question: “Would you fancy to sleep with me tonight, in my bed?” he inquired, looking deep into your eyes. A rosy blush crept on your cheeks at his comment, and you sweetly chuckled at him. You slightly lowered your head towards him, and placed a quick peck on his lips, as your hand still remained on his face. “Only if we cuddle.” you lowly replied, as you took a few seconds to admire his face; his hazel eyes gleaming with relief – and rapture – at your answer, as well as goofily smiling absolutely dumbfounded by how perfect you were.
“Perfect.” finally sitting up from where he was resting, his voice quivered with excitement at your reply as he answered back. “I should get going now,” as he spoke, he looked back into the sky, who had rapidly turned into an early dusk, as the chirping of crickets was beginning to be heard. “But I'll see you in my chamber later, Gevie (beautiful).” his hands cupped both your cheeks, and he mimicked your previous actions as he now was the one to give you a quick peck on your lips. The tender, loving little kiss as well as the Valyrian nicknames he gave you was enough to fluster your whole face, and causing you to smile in middle of the quick kiss. Luke then stood up, and you both waved each other goodbye as he returned back inside the Castle – you watched him leave, and gently closed the book, preparing yourself to get back inside as well.
A smile was still formed on your face, becoming even more rapturous – and a bit of a toothy type of grin – at the thought of being able to warmly cuddle together on his bed.
🐉🌛🐉🌛🐉🌛🐉🌛🐉🌛🐉🌛🐉🌛
Silently snickering to yourself, you tried to knock on the wooden door of Lucerys' chamber as quietly as possible – being already dressed in your nightgown, and ready to have some cuddling moments with your beloved boyfriend. It was as if he had been prepared the whole time for you to show up on his door and enter, as he swiftly opened it seconds later after you knocked; giving you the warmest and broadest smile that anyone could ever possibly give you.
As soon as you quickly entered on his chamber, he closed the door, and turned back to you: “you have no idea how I've been longing for this moment since I entered back in the Castle, jorrāelagon (dear).” he quietly spoke, tackling you into a tight hug, as his lips immediatly smooched your cheeks with several needy kisses. One of your hands quickly went to his brunette curls, playing with them, and the other one cupped his cheek as your own lips found his, and placed a longer, yet softer kiss on them. “As so have I, my Lordling.” you slightly broke the kiss, and spoke as you were still inches away from each other. “So, let's not wait any longer than we already have.” placing a quick last kiss on his lips, the hand that cupped his cheek lowered to grab his hand, and guided him to his bed.
The two of you sat on random sides of the bed, and immediatly covered each other's bodies with the warm sheets. You scooted as close as you could to each other, and he embraced your body with his arms, placing your head on his chest; listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat, which pounded with pure fervid love for you. His hands tenderly rubbed your back, as he placed dozens of small kisses on your head. “Gods,” he spoke in the middle of the kisses, “I wish I could gift you the sun, the stars, the moon, and all the planets that exist.” he sleepily mumbled, resting his chin on your head as he kept rubbing your back up and down. You felt as you could melt right there under his touch, and at the warmth of the moment; “I love you very much, Lucerys Velaryon.” your now heavy eyelids began fluttering shut as his hands explored your back, and occasionally played with your hair.
“And I love you very much as well.” Luke replied, his hand now resting on your scalp, keeping you closer to his body. “ēdrugon sȳrī (sleep well), princess.” placing a last kiss on the top of your head, his eyes fluttered shut as well, and slowly drifted off to sleep keeping you tightly cuddled close to his body, and had you wrapped around his bed sheets. As your head was pressed against his chest, a broad smile formed on your lips upon hearing some soft snoring immediatly a few minutes after he closed his eyes. You truly considered yourself a lucky girl, especially because of how caring for, and gentle with you he was – and you knew, that you would be forever safe and protected by his side, and constantly embraced in a warm, free from any mundane stains type of love.
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