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🌟 Simple / “Beginner” Spells 🌟

though i do not myself believe in the concept of a “beginner” spell, a lot of new witches often ask me what i recommend for them to start with. here’s some of the simpler lot, that should be easier to perform.


🌟 simple glamours:

🌟 simple relationship spells:

🌟 simple self care spells:

🌟 simple curses / hexes:

🌟 simple miscellaneous spells:

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pomrania  asked:

Is there anything you can tell me about Mando colour symbolism that isn't already on that "armour colour" post? I'm planning out a Sabine POV story where it would be relevant.

Well, yes and no. I went over the “facts” of colors and mandalorian color theory. What I can do now is kind of dig deeper into the actual mando’a words for colors, and maybe extrapolate more on the etymology of each word as they’re relevant to colors. If anything, it’ll give you an idea of how to break down the colors and maybe play with the meanings, or even the construction of the words themselves. Hopefully that helps?

I got a little carried away (again?) so I apologize for the length and time it took to put this together … and also you can take everything I say with a grain of salt as I’m trying to make sense of the etymology of these words. I’m also skipping orange as there’s no word for in the dictionary as of yet, and including violet since it is.

So, let’s go in the order that I went in the original post. Forewarning that black is going to be the longest section as I’ve thought about it maybe way too much.

  • ne’tra — black 

Ne’ is traditionally one of the negative prefixes of mando’a. It’s meant to indicate the opposite of what it’s attached to, or the not-thing. Tra means space, void … but it also translates to starfield, or field of stars. 

So. Black. Justice. Not the void of space, or, alternatively, Without stars, a starless night. 

However way you want to interpret that is up to you, but to me? From what I understand of mandalorian history? They were once a truly nomadic people, who voyaged across the stars. They were, arguably, wayfinders. More than just warriors, or conquerors, or however most would like to put it.

I originally wasn’t going to do this, but because you mentioned (elsewhere) that you’re focusing on dusk, I want to take a moment to extrapolate on this thought. The reason I say this is because of how they view stars. 

Mandalorians are generally not considered to be religious. But the language they speak is still very deeply steeped in poetic concepts — grasping at the enormous and unthinkable with words as clever and broad as a people can attempt to embody them. Stars is my personal favorite.

Ka’ra — stars, ruling council of fallen leaders. Mandalorians still speak of those who pass as not being dead, but marching far far away. The origin of the word stars is the belief that the Mand’alore ascend to the stars, to watch over the people and to guide them.

The word for breath is kar’am. Hyperdrive is karbakar (star to star). Kar’ta is heart. Kar’taylir is awareness, knowledge, lit. to hold in the heart. Karyai is the main communal living room of a communal home, where a family convenes to spend time together — and often the last bastion against an invasion.

Jate’kara, luck, destiny, literally good stars, a course to steer by. 

All of these words stem from stars.

Black, the color, is literally a starless night. But, while the impulse is to go for something negative, I would actually pull away from that. Mandalorians, in general, also view adversity (something difficult, something terrible, something terrifying) as something to challenge and overcome as a way of life. A starless night is not to be feared but to be met

A starless night may also be indicative, poetically, of a place or a people or an event without justice. And that void, that emptiness, that lack? Must be filled. Whomsoever wears black has taken it upon themselves to fill a void and reinstate justice in whatever manner that may mean.

But also consider: a night without stars evokes a specific sort of image and feeling … which may also be completely different depending on the person in question. Someone who lives in a bright city and experiences light pollution would be used to a night without stars, versus someone living out in the wild (like Krownest) or who is dependent on the stars to travel, would be used to a night full of stars and may find it distressing or strange.

  • ve’vut — gold

This one is a little less straightforward. Vut, or vutyc, indicates special. Unique, precious. Ve’ (pronounced vay or veh) is unclear as to what it’s meant to indicate, but often when we see ve’ as a prefix, it’s usually from ven (future tense), but in this case it may be from vheh, earth, soil, dirt. 

Gold. Vengeance. A precious future, or, precious metal.

Maybe evocative of the sun rising after a long and difficult night. The gold of the sun rising is a promise of a future — or at the very least, the feeling of surviving to tomorrow. This might be too poetic though lmao, and tbh … I really like the simplicity and the directness of precious metal (lit. special dirt, lmao).

The funny thing here is that though I have gold and yellow listed together for meaning (as they are, generally, considered under the same banner of Vengeance), the word for yellow is different.

  • shi'yayc — yellow

So. I’m not really a fan of this word, to be perfectly honest with you. I’m of the opinion this is less an actual color and more an adjective meant to describe something else. But regardless, here it is.

From shi, just/only, and yayc, which may be from oyayc, meaning alive (or oya! which carries many meanings and generally overwhelmingly positive). Generally though, with the yc added to the end, it’s less a noun and more an adjective, so it might actually be meant to be a descriptor (ie. yellowing of skin or eyes etc)

Yellow. Vengeance. Only just alive, or barely dead.

Maybe comparison to, say, a recently deceased person — but that only really works if one assumed that all dead persons are pale and turn yellow when they die, and that’s a weird assumption to make in the context of mandalorians.

Also consider: yellow is dull compared to the shine of a metallic gold. Less intense in that way. My question is what becomes of a person after they’ve enacted vengeance? What becomes of a life devoid of a perpetual motivating force like that? What happens when gold loses its sheen and fades, dulls? 

Am I just taking this too far, to the next level it doesn’t need to go? maybe


EDIT:: w/ points from anon through a later ask, I’d like to also add what they said: 

you pondered about the connotations of yellow regarding ‘just/barely alive’ and its comparison to gold. I thought maybe it’s about flames/light - like a bright vivid flame is a bright gold, while the flame, when it’s only small and ->barely alive<- has more of a dull and yellowish shine. 

I hadn’t even consider that it might have been referencing intensity of light/fire? But the way you put it, that may actually make more sense than the direction I was going in. I was definitely perplexed somewhat, like I was missing something. This sounds like what I was missing.

That could also apply for the heat of a flame, too. Like, referring to the intensity of the light, or the intensity of the heat, or both, depending entirely on context, and related to the below.


  • Lust for life

So, there’s no word for orange in mando’a at this time.

Consider: Yellow is sometimes indicated to also mean lust for life, depending on who you ask and what source material you’re comparing it to.

It’s entirely possible that mandalorians don’t have a way to differentiate between yellow and orange. Some cultures do display a limitation in language, seeing what we would consider a range (yellow to orange) as all one spectrum under the same banner.

So while Yellow may mean barely alive/barely dead, yellow may also mean nothing but life.

Something to think about.

  • genet — gray

Gray/Silver. Mourning lost love.

Ge’ for almost, by proximity (literally or metaphorically). Net, we can assume, comes from the word for black, ne’tra. So, in this case, gray is literally almost black, but not quite. Reaching towards it, maybe, but not quite there.

I’ve used overcast before to describe gray, or the feeling of a loss, of grief, and it still applies here. Almost, not quite, as a starless night sky. Duller, paler, than a starfield. That kind of thing—perpetually in comparison to black.

Also consider that it may infer obscuring the target, instead of almost reaching black, it may act like a filter, a translucent overlay to take away or obscure intensity of (in this case from black, or night sky). Mandalorians, who are (or once was) so used to navigating by/the stars, suddenly having to deal with their guidance obscured? There’s loss, there, too.

  • kebiin — blue

This one’s a little … less straightforward. Ke’ is used as an imperative prefix, usually to indicate that this word/sentence is a command, but keb may also come from kebbur, meaning to try or make an attempt. Biin, or bii, may come from abiik, air (interestingly, kebii’tra indicates sky, so it’s literally blue starfield, blue space).

What is reliable? What is faithful? Following through, or making the attempt again and again—someone consistent, trustworthy. To stretch the meaning, as trustworthy as the air. 

Blue. Reliability. Faithful. As consistent, or trustworthy, as the air.

I wonder if that was ever a phrase in use. “As trustworthy as the air” might ring true on a planet where they can breathe without their helmets … but what if they so happen to land on a planet that they cannot?

In hindsight, that sounds like a very mando joke to make. B’)

“Who ever is reliable all the time?” Both a joke and a very serious question.

  • ge’tal — red

Ge shows up again. Almost. Tal, blood. Almost blood, or nearly / like blood. 

From what I understand, the Taung did bleed red, and since they were the original mandalorians, it makes sense for them to make the simplest association for the color.

Red. Honoring a parent. 

This is kind of a call back, imo, to the saying “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” as chosen family ties are stronger than that of biological ones, and consider that mandalorians are expected to shed blood for their chosen family if it ever came to it.

But also consider pointing at a rose and, quite literally, calling it like blood

  • vorpan — green

Vor, figuratively, is to thank. Literally, it’s to accept. Pan… is a little difficult to discover what it might indicate, or where it may come from, but from the two other words it’s a part of (epan, for guts, entrails, and sapan for electromagnet) we can kind of infer that it’s meant to indicate core, or insides, the interior of a thing.

Metaphorically, vorpan can be understood to be accepting a task to fulfill with one’s whole being.  For context, vorpan’oy is the word for vegetation, as in bringing life to green.

Green. Duty. To embody one’s accepted task

Not really sure why, but let’s go with that.

  • saviin — violet

This word is actually very close to Sabine’s name — they’re pronounced the same, just with a v instead of b. In some dialects or accent, one might say they are the same. I would argue they are.

So. VioletSaviin. Sa’ most likely comes from sarad, meaning flower, bloom. Viin is from viinir, for run. 

Running flower. Wild violets are considered weeds in some places, and so instead of run as in flee, run may lean more towards running wild, an overgrowth — or a plant that can live, even thrive, anywhere, in spite of adversity and outside forces attempting to eradicate them. 

Survival in adversity.

And, maybe unintentionally maybe not, given the above I would argue it’s a perfect name for Sabine under the circumstances. 


EDIT:: referring again to points brought up by anon in a later ask:

saviin sounds a lot like Sabine, which seems very very likely to me, considering the long i (or rather e - from an anglophone perspective) and that [v] and [b] are very similar sounds, so maybe Sabine is like a basic transcription or a dialect form of Saviin. Regarding the meaning of the colour/name

My etymology for it would be the following: “viin”/“bine” being a degenerated/shortened form (or even the root?) of kebiin - blue connected with “sa” - as, like, it gives “sa viin” - “like blue”, what is kind of a good description for purple/violet, implying the standard shade in mandalorian perception would be a darker bluish purple ALSO implying that the concept of purple cam up comparably late in the language, similar of the color orange getting it’s name rather late in germanic languages 

I was going color by color so I missed the connection in the effort to complete the post, which was an oversight by me sadly. 

It might also then directly connect the connotations of blue (reliability) with purple (adaptability, survival in adversity). They who are reliable can be depended on to adapt and survive adversity, or so on, kind of like orange (lust for life) from yellow, as thought about from above (the intensity of the flame).

Definitely some interesting things to think about.

I’m Counting On It*Peter Quill x Reader*

Originally posted by autumnalauthor

Originally posted by jenniferlawurence

Summary: You are sent to retrieve an important artefact, only someone is coming between you and the precious, expansive item. 

Idea given to me by @firewolfkelly because I wanted to test if I could write Star-Lord before I ask you all to send requests. 


You pushed the old ruins door open, your heeled boots clicking against the stone floors that were crumbling away, you gave a small sigh and pulled the scarf covering your mouth from your face and walked further inside. What was left didn’t look that great, the roof was almost all caved onto the floor, various small creatures bustled around the floors watching you.

You skipped up few steps and looked around for a door or anything out of the ordinary, your job consisted of collecting important artefacts for potential bidders, it was a tough business but the more valuable the artefact the better the pay you’d get.

Your eyes catch something moving, something much larger, a man size large. Dancing. He looked to be around six feet, red long coat and he seemed to be dancing with some weird thing covering his ears, the only question you had in your head was how he knew about this place? It had been off the radar for years, no one ever really thought to come this far out just for this now, uninhabited planet. You crossed your arms as he shook his hips in an odd fashion, whoever this guy thinks he is, he clearly doesn’t know what an utter loser he is right now.

He turns to face you but his head down as he continues to dance, a small rectangle object in his hand as he spins on the spot and the music? You’d never heard before was blasting through the weird mechanics covering his head. He glanced up before double taking, stopping dead in his tracks as he stares at you in shock, didn’t expect to see someone else clearly. You quirk an eyebrow and he quickly pulls the object covering his ears off and looks around awkwardly.

“How long have you been standing there?” He asked his voice holding minor embarrassment.

“Long enough,” you answer back with nonchalance, “Who are you?” You uncross your arms and place your hands on your hips, flashing the blaster guns in their thigh holsters and he glances down at them for a second before looking back to you.

A small smirk edges its way on his face, “Peter Quill but you may know me as Star-Lord!” You frown and look at him, you had no clue what or who a Star-Lord was but apparently he is. “C’mon Star-Lord,” it sounded like a whine, “legendary outlaw?” You shrugged at him in response and he sighed, “who are you then?”

“Y/N,” You turn on your heel and walk away from him but he quickly runs in front of you, looking down at you with curiosity in his blue eyes. “Can I help you. Star-Lord?”

He nodded, “What exactly are you doing here?”

“I don’t have to answer that,” you tell him stepping around him, “but since you don’t seem like a threat, I’m actually scavenging for something, an important something and you’re in my way, so please, go back to whatever I walked in on.”

You walk up to a door with Peter Quill trailing behind, “Excuse me? Don’t seem like a threat? I’m an outlaw.” You refrain from rolling your eyes.

“So is half the Galaxy, but please, do continue your little rant.”

“I will-” You hold up a finger and he promptly stops talking as you kneel on the floor and begin to unlock it, these old types of locks were always the hardest to crack but usually, in your time of doing this held the most remarkable of interests. Once opened you nod at him to continue as you step inside.

You smile when you see the golden artefact shining on the wall, it was part of a whole painting on the back wall, it looked magnificent; you almost felt bad for taking away the possession but you needed it. You walked over not bothering to look or even continue to listen to Peter if he was talking, you stared up at the small golden disc, a few pieces of the wall had gone missing it was enough to enable you to get close enough. You began to climb the wall, thankfully you had fingerless gloves on, once you were close enough you reached a hand towards the artefact and pulled it from the wall. Holding and releasing your breath when it set nothing off.

Jumping down with a small proud smile to yourself. “-As I was saying earlier, I’m gonna need you to hand that over to me!” You had forgotten about Quill, turning around you notice his own weapon aimed at you, his other hand outstretched. “Legendary outlaw, I did warn you.”

“You didn’t tell me you were here for this!” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“You didn’t ask.” He motions with his hand for you to hand it over, you remain staring at him, “it’s just business, babe.” He smirks confidently.

That hit a nerve, as he reached over you threw the object in the air causing him to look up, you quickly kicked him in the chest and he fell landing on his back. You grabbed the golden disc and picked up his blaster aiming at him with a small smirk, walking over with a cocky grin as he groaned and looked back up at you, holding his hands up.

“It’s just business, honey.” You recall voice edging dripping with sarcasm and laced with challenge, he gave a gentle sigh as purse your lips, “I doubted you, you are a threat to me and I am not entirely sure in what way yet,” he cocked an eyebrow despite laying on the ground with a gun pointed at him. “Don’t get too cocky, Star-lord. I’ll be seeing you around!”

You turn swiftly and before you could step away you feel a hand grab your ankle, yanking you to the floor and you fell with a thud, gun falling out of your hand as you groaned. Rolling onto your front as Peter grabbed the disc in a flurry, you yanked him down by the coat and he landed next to you, on his front and you straddled his back. The disc inches from both of your hands as you struggled to both grab it in the haze of winning. Shoving his head into the dirt floor, you reached for it and grinned, leaning down to Peter’s ear.

“Better luck next time, Star-Lord.” You jumped off his back and skipped down to the door, turning as Peter lifted himself onto his knees.

“I’m counting on it,” instead of looking angry or defeated, he was grinning like this was a game for him. You laughed out of slight shock and amusement, nodding before slinking out of the door and back towards your spaceship.

Slightly counting on seeing Quill next time.

(First time writing Peter, hope this okay. If I ruined Peter Quill tell me and I’ll stop writing for him because I know how badly I can write some characters. - Rosalee)


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The star had fuck all to do with actual stars.

Nigel had always played around with tattooing himself ever since he was a kid, little doodles that were easy to attempt and never permanent.

He got his first doing his first time at fifteen, ACAB on his right arm that seemed so fucking cool but now held bad damn memories.

The pinup he got after Bucharest, waking up alive and handcuffed to a hospital bed gave him a reason to believe in luck.

Nigel got the star for the first successful deal he and Darko worked, the smoothest deal he’d ever made.

God bless fucking America.

He was gonna make it into a flag but thought fuck that, the star a joke for nearly a year till he stumbled into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.

Adam Raki changed the air he breathed.

They locked eyes and there was an interest immediately, though the lithe little thing looked away only to stare at his arm instead.

“You like stars too? I love stars!”

Nigel bullshitted his way into following, barely aware of anything but that smile when he said, “I live for the stars, gorgeous.”

Three hours he spent sitting on a park bench and listening to this beauty who was sure to say, “My name is Adam, not gorgeous.”

Nigel smoked half a pack and reveled in watching Adam’s cheeks warm when their hands brushed on the bench. He didn’t stop until Adam asked, “Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Maybe.”

The frown Nigel got didn’t sit well at all so he asked Adam to name the constellations earning a smile.

“Again?”

Nigel smiled back, “Please.”

He walked Adam home and answered questions about his tattoos, starting with Lady Luck and ending with the star on his arm.

“Why did you get that one?”

Nigel grinned, reaching out to touch Adam’s hand. “For you, Star. Didn’t you know?”

“But that’s not true you had that long before we met.”

Nigel kissed his knuckles, winking as he brushed his thumb across. “I think the star was meant to lead me here. North fucking star and all that.”

Adam let out a breath, stepping forward into Nigel’s space. He smelled sweet and Nigel was willing to bet he tasted even sweeter.

He leaned in as Adam went first, a chaste brush of lips that Nigel fought the urge to deepen.

Adam’s breath warmed Nigel’s cheek.

“Do you want to watch the stars tomorrow too?”

Nigel smiled, “Like I said earlier, I fucking live for stars.”

Adam smiled. “Goodnight, Nigel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He watched Adam head up the stairs and his lip curled in anticipation.

“Oh yes you will, darling. Yes you will.”

Years later when asked about his tattoos he almost always said the same thing about the star.

“This one is for Adam,” ignoring Darko’s snicker and making sure Adam wasn’t within hearing range, “The brightest light in my otherwise dismal fucking life.”

there’s a stillness in watching sana pray.

eva’s not as into faith. sure, she understands why people are for it, and why people aren’t, and she respects both sides.

and, whatever you wanna call it: fate; destiny; coincidence; luck, stars aligning or meant to be, life would have it that eva fell in love with a muslim girl. with sana.

which means that, often times, eva finds herself in the position she is in now. she’s lying on sana’s bed, on her stomach with her head resting on her hands propped on one of sana’s pillows, and she’s watching her girl pray.

and its silent. and it doesn’t feel like intrusion, but it feels like an outer body experience.

holy. sacred. pure. divine. devout.

words like those.

eva obviously is clueless on exactly how sana feels right now, as she raises her hands upto her ears, and next minute, is prostrating, with her forehead touching the floor, but eva’s been reading.

that’s called sujood, what sana just did then. eva knows that, because eva’s been researching.

and of course, eva wouldn’t be able to narrate or express how sana’s feeling in that moment, only sana can know that. but eva knows sana, too, in a entirely different way, that nobody else but she does. she knows sana’s heart. she can read sana. she can see past sana’s guard, and into her, deep within. she doesn’t need sana’s words; the little twitches and movements of sana’s face do the talking.

and eva can comprehend that.

so when sana breathes in deeply, eva knows what that means. it means sana’s filled with content. and when sana closes her eyes, eva knows what that means. it means sana’s focusing. and when sana’s face sharpens, her jaw tightens, eva knows what that means. it means sana’s focusing even harder. and when sana releases her breath and her shoulders drop, and sana’s features soften again with the hard edges gone, replaced by a gentle turning upwards of her lips, eva knows what that means. it means sana’s at peace.

and if praying gives sana peace, then, watching sana pray gives eva peace. it transcends, radiates, from sana to eva.

so when sana finally turns her head from her right shoulder to her left - that’s called salaam, eva knows - eva has the widest grin spread across her face. she already knows what’s gonna happen next.

“staring is rude, eva. i was talking to Allah. what if i lost focus and couldn’t pray? you’d be the one to blame.” sana says, with a smirk on her lips, as she gets up and folds her prayer mat, before making her way to the bed to lie down next to eva.

“nah, my girlfriend’s great at multitasking.” eva replies, as she takes hold of a lose thread on the ends of sana’s hijaab, wrapping it around her finger, looking down at sana.

“you don’t make it easy, you know.” sana says, after a moment of silence, but this time, her voice isn’t light. and there’s no smirk. it’s heavy, loaded, full of a feeling that’s teetering between gentle flirtatiousness and primal desire and want.

and its this switch, this sudden change in atmosphere, going from airy to airless, that always has eva’s stomach doing summersaults. has the heat circulate in her blood and flush her cheeks pink. has her heart pounding. and it doesn’t help when sana’s looking up at her like this, like eva’s the oasis, a mirage, in the sahara. a dream come true. and it doesn’t help when eva has to flutter her eyes shut and whisper,

“sana …”

against the feeling of sana’s skin on hers, when sana tucks a stray strand of eva’s hair behind her ears, and runs her thumb along eva’s jaw.

and it doesn’t help when sana teases her, gives eva a little bit and then pulls back. kisses eva’s forehead, and then keeps her waiting. and then kisses her cheek, and keeps her waiting. and brushes her nose along the crease of eva’s cheek, and they’re so close now, but still … sana keeps eva waiting.

sana locks their fingers together, and squeezes on their joint hands, making eva open her eyes and look down at sana again. and there’s a silent question eva’s asking, and sana’s response to it is a simple arch of her eyebrow. of course, classic sana. and that only makes eva dip her head and rest her face on sana’s chest, a shy smile on her lips.

but sana’s clearing her throat now, making eva look up at her again, and … again, sana’s arching her eyebrow at her, but this time, sana’s got a playful smile on her face. oh, eva thinks, and sana blinks, once.

and eva’s already looking back down at sana again, eye level.

“you really don’t make it easy, eva kviig mohn.” sana’s whispering now, into eva’s mouth, her lips brushing eva’s.

“you don’t do easy anyway, sana bakkoush.” eva says back, and this time, sana doesn’t keep her waiting.

anonymous asked:

If requests are open, is it possible to have a Lance imagine where you guys land on a planet where it rains (or maybe you guys are back on Earth/au where you never went to space - whichever works best for you 😊) and you guys are just having a chilled out evening in his room with cuddles, quiet conversations and lazy kisses while listening to the rain in the background because that is everything I need in life tbh (I'm sorry this is super long 😅)

Mod Enki here! Thanks for sending in your ask it was super fun to write and super cute! I hope I did it some justice. 

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Somehow, out of the pure luck of the stars, the castle ship had managed to land on a planet with a similar atmosphere to Earth. It was nice, although humid. When you landed it was clear that there was a storm brewing. It was hard to mask your excitement because rain made for good lazy days. And the fact that it could be actual rain and not some crazy raining glass or acid crap meant that it would actually sound like rain. Pure and simple water. Nothing could set your soul more at ease. So when you heard the first pitter patters of water hitting the outside of the castle ship you were ready. Gathering all the snacks, blankets, and pillows you could you headed to your boyfriend’s room. There was no doubt he was happy about the rain, too. Anything that reminded him of life back on Earth was very therapeutic for him. So it didn’t surprise you that when you entered his room that he was gazing longingly out the window. He was watching the rain as it ran down the glass window in varying streams and patterns. It must’ve been so enrapturing because he didn’t turn to acknowledge you when you came into the room. Puffing out your cheeks you threw everything onto the bed before taking a pillow and launching at his head. There was a garbled noise before you launched another one, hitting the mark again.

“Lance! Stop being so melancholy for a minute and spend some time with me will you?” You said. He threw a pillow back at you but it missed by a mile. “Come on Mr. Sharpshooter, you can do better than that.”

There was a whine as Lance rolled onto the floor from his spot by the window. It grew muffled as he log rolled to the point where his face was smushed on the floor. You snorted and strolled over to him.

“Get your lazy butt up.” You said, but instantly got a slightly louder muffled whine from the blue paladin. 

Since he obviously wasn’t going to come and sit on the bed with you, it was time to move the bed to him. You went back to the bed and started throwing the rest of the pillows and blankets at him. You even started throwing the little water pouches you had brought with you at him, even though he was probably too padded by all the blankets and pillows that he couldn’t feel them. When everything was over in a giant heaping mess of things you jumped into it ignoring the loud groan emanating from the bottom of the pile. Humming you wiggled around until you could feel the poor soul buried under everything moving around. And just as well, it didn’t take him long to rise up from the depths and grab you like some sort of jaws movie. You yelled protests and he brought you down into the covers and into his arms, both of you laughing the entire time.

“You thought you were safe up there but nothing can escape Lance!” He declared. You squealed when he went down to lift up your shirt and blow raspberries on your stomach leading you to nearly kicking his head off. 

“No fair! Now you’re just playing dirty.” You laughed trying to shove him away from your exposed belly. It took a few tries but you finally got him to detach from you and allow you both to collapse into your own giggling fits. It didn’t take long for Lance to slither back over to you and pull you into a nice loving embrace. 

Just as you thought you were done, he pressed his lips to your cheek and blew a raspberry there, too. You squeaked and spat out breathy protests in between laughs trying to say how you didn’t come all the way over to his room just to be assaulted like this. It was all mostly drowned out by your laughs, of course. 

“How about that for spending time with you?” Lance asked with a cheeky grin. You flicked his nose, trying to get his grin to break but to no avail. 

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t call assaulting me like that, “spending quality time” with me.” You said with a mock hurt expression. 

“Oh whatever.” He said giving you a quick squeeze. “You know you loved it.” 

“I do like the attention. But let’s try something else.” 

You pulled him down into a short and simple kiss making him hum in delight. When you ended it, however, he quickly went in for another but this time something more deep. It last a good few minutes as your lips melded together in sync, breathing through your noses to get it to last that little bit longer. It wasn’t the strongest kiss though, walking the line between lazy and firm. You enjoyed it immensely as well as Lance probably did. He wasn’t done when the two of you broke off however and proceeded to smother your face with kisses. Going for your cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes. You loved it and were reduced to a blushing and laughing mess. 

It didn’t take long for him to settle down though, and the two of you were stuck in each other’s embraces. You snuggled into him and listened to the gentle waves of rain that continued to poured onto the castle ship. For a second, everything seemed still and you could’ve sworn that you were back home without a care in the world instead of in a giant ship with every single problem of the universe weighing on your shoulders. You hugged him tighter, letting out a sigh, completely content with everything for the first time in what seemed like months. 

Lance’s soft, and slightly raspy voice from laughing so much, brought you back to reality. You could only hum in response but it was enough to assure him that you were listening. 

“Did I ever tell you about the time when I was back in the garrison, when I was dared to sneak into the instructor’s lounge and steal all of the instructor’s food?” He asked. You chuckled and informed him that no, he had not told you this. “Well, this one kid dared me since all Hunk and I ever did was complain about the garrison lunches that they had. I nearly got caught about ten times! But thanks to Hunk’s distraction I managed to bag all the lunches and get out of there disguised as a trash guy! We had to eat it all in one go though, because it wasn’t going to take long for everyone to notice. But the funny part is, I said that if I managed to pull it off, he’d have to shave his eyebrows, legs, and half of his head. Get this though! His leg hair never grew back, and neither did his eyebrows!”

“Okay, now you’re just messing with me. There’s no way his leg hair and eyebrows didn’t grow back.” You mumbled into his shirt. 

“I’m completely serious! Ask Hunk, or even Pidge! They’ll tell you.” Lance defended himself. 

“Fine, I’ll go ask them right now!” You declared trying to get up.

“Noooo you gotta stay here in cuddle more with meeee!” Lance whined. He defiantly tugged you back down and back into his arms. You gave up and snuggled back into him. 

“Okay, but you have to tell me more stories. You always have the best ones.” You said reaching over and grabbing a bag of snacks.

For the rest of the night, Lance told you all the stories he could think of from his misadventures in his life. You listened intently for as long as you could, but ultimately you couldn’t keep your eyes open and yourself awake for long. When you had dozed off, Lance was in the middle of one of his stories, going on about the time he accidentally super glued his hand to a bike handle he was trying to put back on the actual bike. He didn’t notice you had dozed off until he finished and noticed the way your breathing had changed. For a while he just watched you, gently running a hand through your hair until he too, fell into the grips of sleep all while the rain kept its steady rhythms of white noise. 

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✨ Magic in Soaked Oats Smoothie Bowls ✨

 (These pictures are all mine) 


 There’s ways to incorporate magic into everything in your life. It took me like a while to realize I should maybe make a post about this cause I do this almost every single day (unless I’m craving something savory in the morning). The key to this is preparing and in the preparation is magic!!  ✨

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