#⠀⠀ ⠀⠀✿ ─── ❜ ࣪⸝ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ╱╱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀SOLARIA GARDENS.

[sunnyart13]

Ghosts of the past

[solariaism]

─── ⠀     ✿ ˒  ⠀     ❪ SOLARIA  GARDENS  is  a  fictional  entertainment  company,  founded  by  KANG  SEONHEE  in  2007.  solaria  was  the  latter  of  the  two  subsidiaries  of  GEMINI  INC.,  which  was  a  conglomerate  founded  by  APRICUS  CULTURE’s  ceos,  JEONG  KARIN  and  kang  seonhee,  in  2000.

after  her  experience  as  an  idol  in  the  first-generation  group,  INOIR,  seonhee  aimed  to  make  a  company  that  protected  their  idols  from  toxic  fan  culture  as  well  as  toxic  company  environments.  despite  it  being  her  most  vocal  passion  since  leaving  inoir  in  1998  and  through  the  founding  of  gemini  inc.,  seonhee  wouldn’t  go  on  to  establish  her  own  company  until  2007.  even  in  2007,  after  the  establishment  of  solaria,  the  company  mainly  focused  on  buying  contracts  from  pre-existing  groups  and  revamping  their  public  images  and  freedom  as  artists.  girl  group  RIVETING,  which  debuted  in  1998,  had  their  contract  bought  out  by  solaria  garden  in  2007  and  became  the  first  artists  under  the  company.  because  of  the  standard  solaria  gardens  exhibited,  they  started  to  be  known  as  “the  group  savior."  a  few  months  later,  they  acquired  the  contracts  of  the  once-boy  group  MUNDANE,  who  originally  debuted  in  2005.  solaria  gardens  went  on  to  reunite  the  full  group  for  a  one-off  album  and  individually  signed  all  the  previous  members  of  maturity.

the  company's  first  group  was  ET/DEUX,  which  was  a  female  duo,  both  of  whom  trained  with  gemini  for  three  years  before  being  signed  specifically  to  solaria.  this  began  the  elusive  solaria  training  program,  which  has  often  been  labeled  as  elitist  by  the  press.  in  2009,  solaria  only  had  3  original  groups,  and  with  the  help  of  ENTVISS  ceo  WILLIAM  KIM,  solaria  gardens  launched  a  trainee  program  called  PROJECT:  SOLEIL,  which  included  an  instagram  page  for  trainees  to  show  fans  their  progress  and  a  tv  program  that  showed  the  inside  of  the  solaria  training  program.  even  now,  their  training  is  focused  on  refining  the  skills  of  trainees  from  gemini  that  suit  the  solaria  gardens  image,  which  includes  perfecting  vocal  and  dance  skills  as  well  as  fitting  each  trainee  into  the  solaria  gardens  space  concept.  as  of  now,  the  company  has  gone  on  to  debut  every  solaria-specific  trainee. after  many  years  of  william  kim’s  involvement  in  solaria  gardens,  in  2011  it  was  announced  that  he  and  kang  seonhee  had  been  married  for  over  a  year  and  that  he’d  be  going  from  an  investor  in  the  company  to  a  co-owner  while  also  being  gemini’s  head  of  pr.  it  is  rumoured  by  any  news  outlets  and  business  insiders  that  william  has  always  been  the  brain  of  the  operations,  while  seonhee  is  the  heart,  which  is  evident  by  the  couple's  close-knit  relationship  with  all  of  their  artists.

other  than  the  obvious  gemini-level  talent  from  all  of  the  solaria  artists,  solaria  gardens  is  mostly  known  for  their  in-depth  company  lore,  which  intertwines  all  of  their  artists  into  a  bigger  picture  story  about  space  and  stars,  which  all  of  their  artists  promote.  quoted  by  seonhee,  " the  storytelling  isn’t  because  we  want  to  confuse  fans;  it’s  because  we  value  family  at  solaria,  and  the  story  really  brings  our  talent  together. "  for  seonhee,  the  family  dynamic  of  solaria  is  the  goal,  and  the  ceo  is  known  for  forcing  groups  to  go  on  hiatus  when  their  chemistry  dwindles.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀✿ ❜ ࣪⸝ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ╱╱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ THE BASICS %!? ❞

NAME⠀;⠀solaria gardens.

TYPE⠀;⠀private.

SERVICES ⠀;⠀⠀music production,  publishing,  entertainment,  nightlife,  travel,  talent agency,  licensing,  distribution,  merch manufacturing

PARENT  COMPANY⠀;⠀gemini incorporated.

FOUNDED⠀;⠀kang seonhee

FOUNDER⠀;⠀february 14, 2007

HEADQUARTERS⠀;⠀garosu-gil, seoul, south korea  ;  midtown, new york city, usa  ;  soho, london, united kingdom

KEY  PEOPLE⠀;⠀kang seonhee ❪ founder, ceo ❫ , william kim ❪ owner, coo ❫ , jeong dabin ❪ training manager ❫ , joey claire mills ❪ vp of neptune sounds ❫ , bronte guan ❪ vp of sundown visions ❫ , chanel iitoyo ❪ vp of lunar modelling ❫ , damla gürel ❪ vp of lumos pictures ❫ , kang sarang ❪ chief creative director ❫ , son young-ae ❪ cfo ❫

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀✿ ❜ ࣪⸝ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ╱╱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ THE SUBSIDIARIES %!? ❞

NEPTUNE SOUNDS  ;  based  in  london  and  new  york  city,  neptune  sounds  is   a  subsidary  founded  in  2010.  neptune  is  ran  by  joey  claire  mills,  and  currently  has  7  acts  under  the  company,  including  the  solo  career  of  their  head  producer,  rev.  neptune  also  owns  a  chain  nightclub  called  the  emerald  which  is  home  to  solaria  highest  profile  scandals.

LUNAR VISION  ;  founded  in  2009,  sundown  visions  started  as  the  subsidary  meant  to  manage  the  international  promotons  of  artists  under  solaria  gardens.  it  eventually  had  debuted  a  chinese  girl  group,  now  based  in  la,  and  a  japanese  soloist,  suzu.  sundown  visions  still  manages  the  international  promotion  of  all  of  solaria  gardens  artists,  and  are  known  for  their  tour  venue  negotiations.

LUMOS PICTURES  ;  in  charge  of  the  many  acting  talents  under  solaria,  including  idolos  turned  actors  and  famously  very  privately  managed.  they  also  correspond  with  the  solaria  and  gemini  pr  people  about  interview  appearances.  basically  the  private  backup  publicists

LUNAR MODELLING  ;  lunar  modelling  and  chanel  iitoyo  heads  all  of  the  management  of  the  group  managers,  stylists  and  any  modelling  gigs,  including  haruna’s  famous  prada  deal.  they  also  manage  the  backup  dancers  of  the  company.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀✿ ❜ ࣪⸝ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ╱╱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ THE ARTISTS ROSTER %!? ❞

RIVETING (1998–2004, 2007–2010) ; a first gen three-member girl group

MUNDANE (2005–) ; once a five-member boy group, now a duo

ET/DEUX (2007–) ; a female duo

W.O.W (2008–haitus since 2020) ; a four-member boy group

FATED (2009–) ; a four-member girl group

JUNG HAESOL (2011–) ; a female krnb soloist

OPERATIC (2012–) ; a six-member boy group

NO VARIETY (2013–) ; a ten-member girl group

CHAOS THEORY (signed 2014–) ; a five-member rock band

VALERIE YEON (signed 2014–) ; a bubble pop female soloist

RYEO (2015–) ; a male krnb soloist

CYCLONIQUE (2016–2019) ; a co-ed trio

NEW AXIS (2017–) ; an eleven-memeber boy group

THE FUSION GIRLS (2018) ; a multi-unit girl group, co-managed by ukiyo sounds

TEMPORA (2023–) ; the newest five-member girl group

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀✿ ❜ ࣪⸝ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ╱╱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ THE NEPTUNE SOUNDS ROSTER %!? ❞

THE REV (2002–???) ; a rap artist, turned producer

SLEEPWALKERS (2011–) ; a five-member boy band

VELVET COUTURE (2013–) ; a three-member nyc girl group

ZOE (2014–) ; an english pop singer

FIONA BALFE (2019–) ; an irish pop-punk singer

MOXIE LIME (2021–) ; a london-based 

TBA

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀✿ ❜ ࣪⸝ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ╱╱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ THE SUNDOWN VISIONS ROSTER %!? ❞

LLADY (2019–) ; a 9-member c-pop girl group

SUZU AOI (2023–) ; a japanese pop soloist

layout ib: @aprisolis & @1dyll-a

[mura-128]

Premiering tomorrow, check out my SynthV cover of Come Wayward souls from Over the Garden Wall!

[dailyenglishvoca]

Today's song is Persephone's Garden by Elijah Damon featuring the Synthesizer V voicebanks Solaria and ANRI Arcane

[trevlad-sounds]

Invisible Club 12

08.05.2024

Spotify playlist of “all” the Invisible Club

Intro 00:00 Bernard Grancher-Eliminate the terror of insects 00:58 Double Geography-Facing South 05:39 ReKaB-Solutions 10:10 Mikkel Hess-Veronika - Extended Version 14:05 Kevin Pearce-Wrong Place 18:00 Skyjelly-Killer B (Zonevreemd remix) 22:21 Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan-Rapid Transport Links 28:39 Garden Gate-Touched (Main Theme) 34:50 Bjarni Ben-Seltjarnarnes 37:02 Dave Guy-Morning Glory 40:18 The Home Current-The Dragon in the Window 42:27 Forsling&Hauch, Mika Forsling-Spektral 46:46 Prism Capture-Watch the skyscrapers 53:39 The Metamorph-Micro Man 57:42 Mark Ellery Griffiths-Waiting game 1:00:27 Black Moth Super Rainbow-Black Moth

[randomimaginesideas]

Together again (Revisted/rewritten, full one-shot)

Summary;  Valtor saves you from your prison which separated you for 17 years. When you two are finally together again, plans must be formed and you two need to have a good look at each other after 17 years.  

A/N; So it's finally here. The revisited/rewritten chapter of together again. This time I decided not to split it up into two parts, so it's just one big chapter.

In case you are wondering you can find the original post here: (1) (2)

If case you prefer you can also read this new version on AO3 here.

So a little background information:

I wrote this one-shot orignally back in 2021, and I believe I had only written one smut scene before this in my Klaus Hargreeves one-shot. Reading the original together again chapter made the cringe terribly, especially the smut part because it just felt like they were going through steps. Kiss, take clothes off, foreplay, sex and done. This time, I hoped to give the scene a bit more emotion and context.

I also added in some new information regarding reader's and Valtor's relationship. Back then, I didn't know I would continue their story in Let me Rage, so I didn't give a lot of information away in together again. So with the rewrite I wanted to establish their relationship a bit more, for the readers continuing in let me rage.

I'm sorry for the long wait as I was having a terrible writer's block, which is slowly lifting up, but for now I am just writing what my brains wants me to write and not forcing anything.

Please let me know what you think of this revisted work, do you like this version better or the older one?

Ps: I want to dedicate this new one-shot to @winx-is-magic as a orignal fan from the first fic, and for the constructive feedback she had given me back then to inspire to rewrite this one-shot with hopefully better grammer and punctuation. And since her comments underneath the first part always motivated me to keep this rewrite going. Even if she didn't know it, but perhaps she does now. So thank you.

Trigger warnings; Smut (this includes vaginal sex, unprotective sex, oral sex in which the female recieves, not beta-read work.

With a loud bang the wooden doors of Griffin’s office flew open, hitting the wall in the process. The Trix, who had been patiently waiting - or more like dozing off- , immediately jumped up startled. The man they had been waiting for made his way through the door, which closed behind him immediately with the same loud bang as it had opened. “Valtor, you look like you are about to bring this whole tower down.” Icy noted as she saw the fury on Valtor’s face. An emotion he didn’t show often, which was the first clue to the Trix that something was wrong. But despite that Stormy couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, “And us along with it.” 

The Trix quickly shut their mouth when Valtor’s gaze landed on them, but when he saw the look on the Trix’s eyes he quickly straightened his face. It almost worked, but the Trix could still see the fury in Valtor’s eyes and the way his jaw was clenched. “I just had an interesting chat with your previous headmistress.” Was Valtor’s explanation before he made his way towards the desk. On it was a crystal ball that he often used for scrying, just like he did now. 

With a wave of his hand the crystal ball started to glow. The Trix couldn’t see much from the distance they were standing, only that it was raining at the place Valtor was looking at. Valtor saw a garden, the fountain Griffin had described, standing in a maze. Despite the rain that was coming down, the scene almost looked peaceful. Except for the multiple guards surrounding the area, more than normal.

Having seen enough Valtor waved his hand again, the light from the crystal dying down again. “Valtor, where are you going?” Icy said to him, while Valtor made a portal appear in the middle of the office. “Solaria.” Was the only reply the Trix got before Valtor walked through it and disappeared from their sight. The Trix quickly exchanged a look between the three of them, nodded, and followed after him through the portal.

The Trix stood in another office, this one more light than the one from Cloud Tower. Standing behind the desk was Countess Cassandra or rather soon-to-be Queen Cassandra. It was clear that she hadn’t expected any visitors, guiding the shocked expression on her face and spell readied in her hand. When she saw it was Valtor, she lowered her hand and the shocked expression morphed into a more peaceful one.

“Valtor. I did not expect you. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Countess Cassandra asks, smart enough to know that there had to be a reason for the dark wizard to visit her. She doubted he was just passing by for a cup of tea. “Your majesty,” Valtor started, the charm working as a pleased smile stretched across Lady Cassandra’s face. “I only wish to take a undisturbed stroll through the royal gardens. The fountain in the maze in particular holds my interest.” This caused Lady Cassandra to raise one eyebrow. “The maze, may I ask why?”

“You may, but it’s nothing to concern yourself about. You won’t even notice I’ve been there.” Valtor’s answer was cryptic, but Lady Cassandra and the Trix both knew that Valtor wouldn’t reveal any more. If he had wanted them to know, they would. The countess spared one look at the Trix, who were standing behind Valtor. The portal had closed the moment their feet had touched the office floor. The Trix just looked back at the countess, daring her to say anything.

With that Countess Cassandra nodded, and made her way towards the hallway. Valtor made himself and the Trix invisible as they walked behind the countess. The four of them were still wanted criminals after all. It wasn’t as if Valtor wasn’t able to bring Solaria down to its knees, but it would draw too much attention for now. It was better to take it another time. As they walked through the hallways the guards they passed bowed slightly for Countess Cassandra as she passed. Valtor focused his mind on that of the countess, using a new spell he recently learned to speak into her mind. I see you made yourself at home already. He had to give the countess some credit as her face betrayed nothing. I have. Came a reply in her mind, but Valtor could see a slight small on the side of her face.

Eventually they reached two glass doors which reached almost to the ceiling. Two guards opened them for their future queen, and out the group walked into the garden. Only one of the three suns from Solaria shining down on them. Two of them had lost their glow after their power had been taken. The power that now resides within Valtor. It was raining, Valtor knew that the rain hadn’t stopped falling ever since he had taken the power of the suns. With a wave of his hand the rain deflected from him, and the Trix followed his example. The countess had created a magical umbrella to keep the rain away. 

The group ended their walk at the beginning of the maze where two guards were standing. “You may go. I wish to enjoy a peaceful walk in the maze.” Countess Cassandra said, waving her hand in dismissal. The two guards exchanged a look before they turned back to the countess. “With all due your respect, my Lady, we are on strict orders from King Radius to stand guard here.” Countess Cassandra looked annoyed, and placed a hand on her hip. “And why does the King wish to protect some bushes?” Valtor debated just going inside the maze, and tearing down anybody who stood in his path. But he knew that patience came to those who waited. His plan was going to be easier if the guards were gone.

“We don’t know the details, my Lady. Only that it was on the advice of headmistress Faragonda.” The other guard answered. “And who’s order do you follow? Mine, your queen-to-be, or a headmistress who isn’t even on this planet?” Valtor wasn’t sure if the way the countess was handling the situation would be the solution. “Actually we follow the orders of King Radius, my Lady.” One of the guards countered. Valtor had to repress a small laugh threatening to spill from his lips. He had to hand it to the guards, they were loyal to their king, but things were taking too long. Perhaps he wasn’t so patient after all.

Valtor had been preparing a spell to put the guards asleep when the countess took a step closer to the guards. She had straightened her back and her chin up in the air, looking more royal than she had before. “After King Radius, you follow my orders. I will allow you one more chance to follow my orders. Otherwise I will fire you from this position and you can go home without any means of ever getting a job on this planet.” Countess Cassandra looked at the other guard, who had grown pale. “This goes for you as well.” 

Valtor doubted if it was wise to threaten the very subject the Countess hoped to rule soon, but he wasn’t going to interfere. When he ruled the magic dimension the countess could rule how she saw fit. But, apparently, it did work. The guards exchanged another look with each other before bowing their heads. “Yes, my Lady.” They said in unison before they walked off.

The group continued their way through the maze. It was clear Cassandra had been here before and knew the way. The group reached the middle of the maze where the fountain stood, along with five more guards. “King Radius has dismissed you for the next two hours. I wish to enjoy some peace and quiet. If anything should happen I will call for you.” The countess said, this time using a different approach. Now that she knew the orders the guards were under it was easier to dismiss them. And so they went.

When it was safe, and the group was alone Valtor dismissed the invisibility spell causing him and the Trix to appear again. Not minding the group, Valtor immediately walked closer to his target. His eyes on one particular thing only. The Trix also walked closer, now finally being able to see the reason for their visit. Valtor had mentioned in Countess Cassandra’s office that his interest lay with the fountain but they didn’t know why.

It was a square shaped fountain with each corner representing either one of the three suns or the moon. In the middle stood multiple statues on top of two layers. The first layer was made out of marble pixies and ocean gate keepers holding watering cans and wands where the water sprouted out.

The next layer consisted of different images. The Trix didn’t recognize all of them, but a few images with Cloud tower, Alfia and Red fountain they remembered as the history of the school. Valtor knew that the other images depicted the history of Solaria, and how they contributed to the build of the schools.

The top layer held four life size figures. On the far right stood, at first glance, a man with one arm raised holding a sword. At closer inspection it was clear that man was more a boy, the youthful characteristic would make the boy around seventeen years old. The outlines in the marble statue showed the signature red fountain clothing. In his remaining hand, holding it close to his chest, was the old red fountain building in miniature scale.

Next to the Red fountain student, more to the middle of the platform, was a girl. With her petite wings, a dress that twirled around her legs that kept her feet raised from the platform it looked like she was flying. The fairy had her arms reaching out, slightly bending forward as if offering something. In her hand she too held a miniature scale of her representation school.

On the far left was the statue that represents Cloud tower. The miniature scale building was carved into a marble sphere, making it seem as if the female in question was levitating in it. The artist had managed to carve a smile that looked sinister but also unbothered depending on how you looked at the statue. 

And in between the witch and fairy statue was a final statue. It was different from the other three. The female statue, as seen by her hair and clothes and outline of her body, held no statue, and seemed far more detailed than the others. The statue was also less dirty than the others, no moss or algae grew on her feet, unlike the others. It was as if even nature didn’t dare touch her. She held two hands next to her body, palms outstretched as if preparing to attack. A look of rage is displayed on her face. Even from where he was standing Valtor could feel it from the statue, as if the marble was trying its hardest to contain the rage inside of it. 

“Put on display for everybody else to see. A fate worse than mine.” Valtor muttered underneath his breath. His eyes were not drifting from the statue as he addressed the countess. “How long ago was this built?” From the corner of his eyes he could see Countress Cassandra shrug her shoulders. “I think about seventeen years ago, I’m not sure. I believe it was a gift to King Radius from the head of the schools, as a thank you for all the financial support Solaria has given over the years.”

Valtor gave a short nod to show he understood. “Thank you for your help, but I’ll handle it from here.” The countess hummed, and then slowly turned around. She knew a dismissal when she saw one, and while normally she wouldn’t let anyone dismiss her just like that, she knew that it was in her best interests to keep Valtor on her good side.

When the countess was away the Trix walked closer to Valtor, looking at the fountain that had captured the dark wizard’s attention. “So,” Darcy started. “What is so important about this fountain that made you drag us all the way here?” To the Trix the fountain was just an ordinary fountain, a bit tacky in their opinion or odd, but nothing special. “I didn’t ask you to join me, did I?” Valtor’s voice was cold as he glanced over his shoulder at Darcy and her sisters.

Darcy, out of pure instinct, took a step back. Valtor had been cold towards them before, angry even, but this time it had been something in his eyes that had made her take a step back. It was different from all the other times. But they just didn’t know why yet. “Now that you are here you might as well help me.” Valtor said, while turning his gaze back to the fountain. “Focus all your energy on the statue’s, focus on the curse surrounding them.” He ordered them. The Trix shared a look between the three of them, looking to the other to see what they would do. “Of course, Valtor. Let’s go ladies.” Icy was the first one to break the silence, and lifted herself in the sky, but not high enough to appear above the maze.

Her sister’s followed her lead, joining her in the air and surrounded the fountain. Valtor placed his hands in front of his chest as if in prayer, closing his eyes for a moment. “I can’t do this without you, it is time you return to me.” He whispered against his hands, energy started to crackle between his hands, as he slowly spread them apart. It may have, indirectly, been his fault that she was the state she was in, but he had promised her that he would be there for her. He would hold her again, after seventeen years apart. And after they had defeated the Winx and ruled the magic dimension they would have all the time in the world together. 

Valtor’s eyes briefly searched for the Trix, seeing that they were finding themselves in a similar position he was in. “Now.” And at the same time four energy beams hit the statue’s on the platform. The three average statues crumbled immediately under the force of the power directed at them. Slowly cracks started to form in the remaining statue, but it was a slow progress. The Trix started to look tired, and sweat formed on their foreheads. The curse was stronger than he thought it would be after all these years. “Keep going.”

Just a few seconds later Valtor could hear the marble crack, when he did he stopped sending his magic and the Trix followed quickly after. The remaining parts of the statue were glowing, and between the cracks Valtor could see the first pieces of her. Her (S/C) skin, and (H/C) strings of hair. Then another crack followed by a big explosion of light. The energy from the spell rang across the open space. The gust of wind blew the Trix back into the bushes of the garden. 

Valtor had quickly closed his eyes during the explosion, but just as quickly opened them again. It only took seeing your knees buckle that Valtor immediately flew up, as he caught you before you could fall off the platform. You fell against his chest, as he quickly wrapped his arms around you. Your skin felt strange as it was finally able to move, the sky - however dark it was - hurts your eyes, so as quickly as you had seen a glimpse of the world, you had closed them again. And you were so tired, your energy completely depleted, as if you had been casting the spell you had prepared for years. You would laugh if you could. You suppose you had been casting it, concentrating on it. You just had never finished the spell. But the thing that stood out most, among all your senses that were being overloaded was the smell. 

It smelled familiar, like leather, and spices or a smoldering fire. It was a scent you knew quite well. One you would recognize out of thousands. Your hand, you could use it again now, held on tightly to the fabric beneath it. Afraid to let this illusion slip away from you. Your mind must be playing tricks on you. You have finally gone crazy. You were so tired. “V-val..tor?” You tried to speak up, but your voice was dry from years of disuse. Your voice merely squeaks, but he knew what you were trying to say. “Ssh, rest (Y/N). You are safe, you are with me.” Valtor whispered to you. With the conformation of his voice, you close your eyes. Fatigue overtaking you, now that your body and mind knew you were safe.

Valtor held on to you, as he carefully removed his coat, before he picked you up bridal style. His coat, that he had made float in the air, draped over your body. When you were safely in his arms, he flew back down to the ground. In the short time he had been busy with you, the Trix had managed to get themselves out of the bushes. “Why does she get the special treatment?” Stormy commented, but Valtor ignored it. His head perked up at the sounds of guards approaching.

“We need to go.” Darcy said as the footsteps grew closer. Valtor wasn’t worried about the guards. He knew he could take them on, but attacking the guards or making a spectacle of it was of no use to him at the moment, it hadn’t been earlier and especially not now.. He had her back in his arms, and if everything went according to plan the Winx and the company of light would be none the wiser of her return. But for that they needed a quick and efficient escape. And so Valtor opened a portal in front of him, and stepped through it. The scenery around him changed from the rainy garden in Solaria to the dry office in Cloud Tower. As soon as the Trix had followed behind him, the portal closed. “Stay here.” Was all Valtor said to the three witches as he made his way to Griffin’s bedroom, the one he had made his own during their stay in Cloud Tower.

The door closed behind him, the shining outline of the door indicating the magic that was at work. Just like it was with the curtains that closed themselves, and a few candles that started burning. All the while Valtor made his way towards the bed, and laid you down in the middle of it. One of his free hands grabbed the covers, placing them on top of you. With his other hand Valtor had reached for his coat, thinking you would prefer the covers, but when he saw how tightly you were holding on to it, pressed against your chest and your nose buried into it, he couldn’t bear to part you from it. And so he just raised the covers above it, so you were lying under the coat, with the covers on top of the coat. Your barriers against the world. 

Valtor sat down next to you for a moment, his gloved hand stroking your bare cheek, before picking up a piece of your hair and placing it behind your ear. You looked almost peaceful, if not for the dark circles under your eyes, the scratches and wounds that had been there when you were first imprisoned still on your body. And the way you had been holding on so tightly against him, against his coat. Had you missed him just like he had missed you? Had you been conscious as well, all this time? Watched as people stared at you, passed you by as if you were not somebody to be feared, to be respected? Just the thought of it made Valtor angry.

Valtor knew he would have to handle the Trix first before he would join you in bed, before he would take the time to hold you into his arms peacefully. But when he moved even slightly on the bed, one of your heads reached out unexpectedly, holding onto his wrist tightly. “D-don’t leave me again.” Your voice was still rough, and it was clear it took a great effort to say this one sentence. It had been a while since he had seen you this vulnerable. But he also knew how you could rise from the darkness you were in right now. How you could make the world bow to your wishes. Valtor hated to admit it at first, but he knew he was stronger with you by his side. And now the two of you were together again.

“Do not worry, my love. I have one more task to take care of, and then I will not leave your sight until you grow bored of me.” He said, while kneeling down next to the bed. He moved his wrist to his mouth to place a kiss on the fingers that had been holding on so tightly against him. “I have you back in my arms, I wish not to be removed from them for any longer than I have too.” Your fingers slowly released his wrist, and went back to your own chest. Valtor leaned over the bed to press a kiss on your forehead, before he slowly rose up again.

Behind the closed doors, when it was just the two of them, Valtor wasn’t afraid to show the affection he held for you. And he had to admit that even his little act in the garden, had been more affection that he would usually show. It was an agreement that you had made long ago. Love made you stronger, but it was also a weakness. If their enemies knew just how much you meant to each other, instead of just partners in crime, they would do everything they could to use it against you. When you and him ruled the magic dimension, together, would you show the world what you mean to each other. A king and queen of darkness and shadows.

“I will be back, I promise.” Valtor said again, and he watched as you closed your eyes. Sleep overtaking you again. Valtor carefully made his way out of the bedroom, and back towards the office where the Trix were still patiently, or not so patiently, waiting for an explanation. Valtor ignored them, as he took his place on the seat behind the desk. “Well, are you going to explain yourself, Valtor?” Icy demanded, breaking the silence in the room. She walked toward the desk, placing her hands against it as she leaned against it. An amused smile crept on Valtor’s face, amused by the thought that Icy thinks she could intimidate him. “What should I explain then, my dear Icy?” As he leaned back in the chair, and folded his hands together in his lap. “Who is she, and why did we just save her from being a garden accessory? Why not start with that.”

One of Valtor’s eyebrows rose up, as he looked at the Ice witch. It was clear that Icy was talking to him the way she was out of jealousy. Demanding answers from him, as if she was entitled to them. “Do not forget who you are speaking to, Icy. I do like you and your sisters, but do not think that I will be able to send you to places far worse than the omega dimension should you continue to disrespect me.” The witches looked at him like he had thrown a glass of cold water in their faces. Good, let them be reminded of their place. If he won’t do it, you certainly will. The Trix won’t know it, but it was better if he did it instead of you. Although he did enjoy it when you were jealous.

“But, I am nothing if not an understanding man, and you will get to know her soon better, so it’s best to get some things clear beforehand.” Valtor had placed a hand on his chest for a moment, the glare in his eyes faded away and a charming smile had taken its place on his face. The dark wizard turned into a charming gentleman. “The woman we just rescued is (Y/N). The state she was in was because of me. The company of life cursed her to be a statue, as punishment for her aid in my crimes against the magic dimension.” 

As Valtor told them this, he could see doubt across Darcy and Stormy features, probably thinking if something like that could happen to them. But it was only because Valtor had been paying close attention to the Trix that he had seen it. He had to give the Trix credit for after that, their bodies betrayed nothing. “She is my right hand, as some would say.” He added, letting those words sink in with the Trix. And he could see some slight betrayal in their eyes, and maybe even a bit of hurt. Oh, dear. Perhaps he had charmed them a bit too much. Valtor could understand that the Trix thought themselves to be his right hand, since they hadn’t known of your existence. But they could have never replaced you. Valtor had just needed to figure out where the company of light had hidden you. 

It surprised Valtor that Darcy was the one to speak up first, thinking that Icy would have taken the lead. But it seemed that the Ice witch was just too absorbed with taking all this information in. But the slow ice forming on the desk beneath Icy’s hands betrayed the inner turmoil happening inside the witch’s mind.  “So what are we? Your minions, to do with as you command?”

Valtor knew that he had to play his card right at this moment. The Trix were useful, even if they had failed at some of the missions he had sent them on. And even if they may not be his right hand, every army needs generals. The Trix would fit that part, even with their mistakes. They were still trainable. With your help he would be able to shape them into the generals he needed while you and him gained the power of the magic dimension.

Valtor scoffed. “Of course not. Do you think so little of me?” Valtor asked, his voice almost sounding offended. “Do you think I will go through the things we have with just mere minions?” Valtor slowly rose from his chair, casually walking through the office, addressing Darcy and Stormy by looking them in the eyes. “The way I speak with you, the way I ask for your help, and ask your opinions. You think yourself as low as the Countess from Solaria? She is a minion, a means to a hand.” Valtor walked towards Icy, and gently grabbed her left hand away from the desk. The witch looked at him with calculated eyes, as she was trying to guess what point Valtor was trying to make. 

“You three are my left hand. Just as important as my right.” He looked Icy in the eyes, as he said it. He could see the ice witch almost melted, if it were possible. Then Valtor turned his head to look at all three of the witches, slowly dropping Icy’s hand. “I could not have done the things we have done without you, my witches, and I am grateful for it. So please, never see yourself as ‘just my minions’ again.” And with those final words, he could see the last of the Trix’s doubts fade from their eyes.

Now, with that taken care of, Valtor placed his hands together. “Now, if you will excuse me, I will make sure our companion is healed up. While I do that, I want to ask you to make sure I am not disturbed, and that Griffin is still alive, and in her cell where she should be.” Valtor wasn’t worried that Griffin had broken out, but he had left her in quite a state, and he had learned one thing throughout his life. Never underestimate anybody, that way they can’t surprise you. And this way, it would keep the Trix busy while he was with you. Luckily, the Trix agreed, and left quickly without making a fuss.

The moment the door closed behind them Valtor sealed the office door with his most powerful lock spell. Then he made his way back towards the bedroom, and gently opened the door. He didn’t want to disturb the rest you so clearly needed. You were still lying in the middle of the bed. The covers slowly rose with each breath you took. The shadows in the room were restless, twisting and turning as their mistress was recovering her strength, subconsciously obeying your command of blocking out the sun coming through small gaps in the curtains. 

As Valtor began to walk the shadows on the floor twisted and made way for him so he could see the ground until he reached the bed. When he did, Valtor gently pulled his coat from his shoulders, and placed it on the foot of the bed,then his gloves before taking his shoes off as well. Then he took his place beside you, lifting the covers as he did. You were lying on your side, and Valtor found his place behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

You reached for his arm, holding it closer to your own chest. Your breath gently tickled his fingers. You laid like this together for a while, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies, knowing that after seventeen years you were together again. Valtor was slowly drifting off to sleep when your voice pierced the silence. “I thought I had lost you forever.” Your voice was soft, and almost sounded broken. As if saying the sentence out loud was enough to crush your heart. 

Valtor gently turned you around in his arms so you were facing him. There were no tears in your eyes, but he saw how much the years had taken a toll on you. “I failed you, I tried to save you when they captured you in the ice, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry.” Valtor placed his hand on your cheek, sushing you gently as he did. He did not need to hear your apology. There was no reason to apologize. You did everything you could have done at the moment. “And still you came back for me.” You couldn’t help but add, despite Valtor’s actions.

Valtor was almost insulted by the addition. The slight questioning tone as if you couldn’t believe he would search the entire magic dimension for you? Or beyond it? “My love,” He said gently, stroking your cheek while looking you in the eyes. “my heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own. And if you think I would live without my heart, you are mistaken.” Valtor reached forward to press a kiss on your forehead. 

When Valtor placed his head back on the pillow again, you placed your hand on the one holding your cheek. “We have a new chance now. I will not fail you again.” Your voice was resolute, full of promise as you gently squeezed his hand. A smile crept on Valtor’s lips as he slowly saw your strength return to you. “You are correct. I already have the strength of Solaria, the secrets of Andros, Domino is destroyed, Griffin’s school is under my power and it’s headmistress is currently occupying her own dungeons.” The smile on your face grew larger and larger, the more Valtor informed you about the current situations. “And with you back at my side, there is nothing that could stop us this time.” 

“What about the company of light?” You asked. The situation was looking good, but despite that you weren’t one to underestimate your enemies. The company of light had beaten you once, they could do it again. “The company of light is destroyed. Oritel and Marion are dead, Faragonda and Saladin are old, and Griffin can’t hurt us any longer, and Hagen wants nothing to do with the company anymore.” Your eyebrow rose up at the news. “So there is nobody who can stop us anymore?” You highly doubted it, so you wondered what Valtor wasn’t telling you.

“There is a new group of self proclaimed heroes. They call themselves the Winx, and are students from Alfia. No doubt Faragonda has something to do with their self proclaimed heroism.” You pulled Valtor’s hand away from your cheeks, playing with his fingers as it now lay in between you. “Have they caused trouble before?” Valtor wouldn’t have mentioned them if they hadn’t. “Not too much yet, but some of them have been able to break through my dark spells with the help of their Enchantix.” Valtor knew you well enough to know what question you would ask next, so he added; “Only two of the six of them have managed to gain their Enchantix powers.”

“Then we need to make sure it stays that way.” You said grinning. “I’m confident you will come up with something.” Valtor looked you up and down. Some color coming back to your face, and the hand that had been playing with his fingers slowly started to gain its strength again. “You seem to be starting to get better.”

“I am. I feel my strength slowly returning to me.” You confirmed before pressing a kiss on his fingers. “I should leave you to rest.” Valtor said, slowly moving his body to slowly leave the bed. But before he could go far you pulled him closer to you again, not wanting him to move even an inch further away from you. “And here I was, wondering when you are going to kiss me?”

“I have already kissed you.” Valtor said, one eyebrow raised. You brought his hand to your lips, letting his fingers glide over them. “Not on my lips, yet.” A smile crept on Valtor’s face at the mischievous smile on yours. “I’m sorry, how terribly foolish of me.” Valtor rose himself up, leaning on his upper arm as he leaned over you, your lips inches apart from each other. His long blond hair fell as a curtain around the two of you.  “A mistake I must rectify immediately.” His voice was low, almost breathless.

“Then what are you waiting for? I’ve waited-,” Valtor’s lips were on yours before you even finished your sentence. It started out slow, patience. The two of you are slowly exploring each other after your seventeen year separation. Your hand reached up, sliding past his cheek and into his long blond locks, pushing them back, ending on the back of his head. But it wasn’t for long until the kiss started to pick up the pace.

When Valtor softly bit your lower lip a soft gasp left your mouth, only to be swallowed up by Valtor. Your lips danced with his, only parting briefly to take a breath before they came back together again. You were starving for each other, exploring each other again after seventeen years.

Then Valtor slowly pulled away from you, only for his lips to connect with your skin. Your cheek, your neck, your shoulder blades. Your skin felt hot whenever his lips pressed against you, showing his love for you, his devotion. With his free hand he pushed aside the fabric covering the rest of your shoulder so he could continue his trail of kisses. As he moved his hair tickled against your skin. 

Valtor went lower, closer and closer to the middle of your chest. Could he feel your heart beating? The way it almost seemed to skip a beat because it couldn’t keep up with the way he made you feel. The way he made your blood race through your body, creating the flush in your cheeks. Just when you think Valtor would pull the fabric of your dress away to reveal yourself more to him, he pulls away.

“I think I should let you re-”

“Don’t you dare.” You practically growled at him as your hand in his hair tightened and pulled him back to you. An amusement laugh came from Valtor’s mouth as he listened dutifully to his own heart and continued his trail of kisses. “Wouldn’t dream of it, my love.” Since Valtor was still leaning on one of his arms to keep himself above you, he used his other hand to trail his fingers down your side, and up towards your dress. 

There was a breath of silence, both of you anticipating his next move, your eyes locking before Valtor reached for your dress and pulled your heart shaped sleeveless dress down, revealing your upper body to him. Despite your body feeling hot, your nipples still stood at attention, waiting for any kind of affection the man of your desire might give them.

Valtor’s eyes remained locked on yours as he kissed the soft mounds of your breast, alternating between the two of them. His breath graced your sensitive nipples, but his lips didn’t touch them yet. Instead Valtor wanted to torture you for a little bit longer, pressing kissing and little bites on the skin around them. “Valtor.” His name spilled from your lips as a prayer, and he listened. For how could he refuse you when you sounded this beautiful?

His lips finally pressed a kiss on one of your nipples, before he gently sucked. A small moan escaped your lips, as you slowly raised your hips at the sensation. Subconsciously you gently pulled on Valtor’s hair and a groan came from his lips, but you could feel him smile against your skin. 

After a few minutes Valtor pulled away, and this time you let him. Your breath came out quickly, as you kept your eyes locked on him. Valtor reached for your dress, hiking the rest of the fabric up to pull it over your head, leaving you in only your underwear since you hadn't needed a bra in this type of dress.

The two of you could just magically make your clothes disappear, and most times you did. But sometimes, like now, you two wanted the addition of taking each other’s clothes off. Of getting to undress another, to feel each other’s hands as you slowly revealed one another. To truly see each other. Like the way Valtor was looking at you right now. As if you were the center of the universe, his universe. As if you were the goddess of the universe, and him your loyal subject. As if he was made to worship at your feet, and worship you he would.

Anticipation filled your body as Valtor reached for you, crawling on top of you as he gave each of your breasts another kiss before he continued his path down. A kiss on your sternum, a kiss on your stomach, your navel, and just above the line of your underwear. Just as his hands moved to your hips to grab the edges of your underwear, his eyes locked with your again as he pulled them down.

You moved your hips up for a few moments to help him ease them off, before laying back down again. Valtor pressed a kiss on your pubic bone, and then on both insides of your thigh. Valtor slowly spread your legs, bearing you for him. His arms slid between your legs, as you had them slightly raised. One of his hands brushed over your hip and to your upper thigh, squeezing the skin underneath. His other hand found yours, which you didn’t notice until now, had been clutching the sheets. Your fingers entwine together, tightly holding onto each other.

“My heart, my love, let me worship you.” Valtor growled against your skin, as his kisses trailed lower and lower to the area between your legs. The place you need his lips, it had been ignored for so long. You longed, needed his touch, his lips, anything he would give you. "Please." A breathless plea was the only thing you managed to say, followed by a moan as Valtor’s lips finally made contact.

Your fingers gripped his fingers tightly as he worshiped you. It was not long before Valtor found the little button between your folds which made you see stars. He sucked, licked and kissed as if his survival depended on your pleasure. Perhaps it did, as you would surely kill him if he stopped now. No matter that he was the greatest wizard of all time. But luckily he didn’t.

Moans escaped your lips, along with his name as if in prayer. As if it was the only thing you knew how to say, but it wasn’t enough. You could feel your pleasure reach higher, and higher but you needed more. And so you tried your best to gather your thoughts through your lust filled brain to form a sentence. “My love, I need,-” A loud moan escaped your lips, and pulled you from your sentence as Valtor gave a hard suck on your clit. 

Luckily you didn’t need to gather your thoughts again as Valtor’s hand slipped from your upper thigh. Valtor pulled away for a moment, giving you a short moment to catch your breath. Then you feel the sensation of his fingers gliding through your folds. “My heart, you are soaking.” Valtor said, and you could hear the pride in his voice. You didn’t feel any shame, because you knew Valtor loved to see you like this. You could hear it in his voice, and see it in the way he looked at you.

“O-only for you.” You managed to say between breaths of air, and a dark chuckle escaped Valtor’s lips. “Mmmh.” You moaned as Valtor’s fingers slowly entered you. “I may hope so, for I pity the fool who dares touch what belongs with me.” belongs with him, not belongs to him. He truly sees you as his equal. You love this man, this wizard. You would travel to the darkest corners of the magic dimensions for him, you would die for him. If only he would continue to look at you like he is now, for him to love you like he does now. 

“V-valtor.” You moaned again as his lips now joined his fingers. The combining sensation of his tongue and fingers is enough to make your pleasure reach higher, and higher. Especially when he found that spot inside you that made you see stars. Your moans increased, your free hand grabbing his hair again to get a hold on him, to make sure he didn’t pull away, not now you were getting closer and closer to the edge of your pleasure. You were almost there, ready to throw yourself off the edge and fly.

“Come for me, my heart.” The vibrations of his growl added to the sensation, and with a loud moan you came apart. Behind your vision you saw light, and stars as your climax ripped through you. Valtor slowed down his ministrations to ease you back down from your high. 

When you opened your eyes again Valtor was looking at you with a satisfied smirk. You chuckled as you gave his hand a squeeze. “You are still wearing too many clothes for the next part.” You commented, earning another chuckle from Valtor, who in returns sat back on his knees, and slowly started to unbutton his blouse. Your eyes didn’t leave him for a second, wanting to take in any piece of skin that you have been missing for the last seventeen years.

When Valtor’s blouse was gone, you slowly pushed yourself into a sitting position. With the way he was still on his knees, you could easily reach for pants. Unbuttoning them as you looked up at him, and pulled his pants down, along with his underwear. You didn’t want to waste another second to see him in his full glory.

Valtor’s desire for you was evident, a drop of pre-cam leaking from his tip. He couldn’t wait to have you, to be inside of you, to feel you clench around him as you came undone. Just the thought of it was enough to make his cock twitch. Valtor saw you reach for him, but he placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back into the mattress again. “Another time, my heart. I need to be inside of you, sooner rather than later.”

Valtor quickly made work of his pants, pulling them down the rest of the way, as he crawled back on top of you. Your legs wound around his waist, as he slid his cock over your entrance a few times, coating himself in your arousal.

“I thought you needed to be inside-” Valtor slipped inside of you before you could finish your sentence, filling you up entirely. Your body needed to get used to his size again, but it only added to the sensation. Valtor taking your body, taking what belongs with him. A moan of his own had escaped his lips as he felt you tighten around him, as if even your body was trying to pull him even deeper. 

Valtor pulled back out again, before pushing himself back in again. Then he picked up the pace, leaning forward as your legs fully wrapped around him. He placed his elbows next to your face, and he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. You could feel your pleasure building again, as Valtor reached deep enough to hit that spot again which made your legs like jelly.

After your kiss Valtor slowly pulled away, and leaned back again. You already missed his skin against yours, but when he leaned back on his knees, grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders, you knew things were about to get serious. 

When your legs were over his shoulders, he pressed a kiss on one of your ankles, before Valtor set a brutal pace. In this new position Valtor was able to reach even deeper, and able to hit your G-spot even better. And this way you were even together for him, milking him for all he was worth. 

It wasn’t long that your second climax reached you, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. And Valtor reached his pleasure not soon after. Your moans, the way you looked like a goddess, the way you clenched around him was enough for him to come undone. Just like you, but with your name on his lips, Valtor came.

When he came down from his climax Valtor slowly lowered your knees, massaging your legs to get the blood flowing again. Then he slowly pulled out, and he watched as the combined mixture of your juices slipped between your legs. Valtor waved his hand, and a wet towel appeared in it.

With the utmost care he cleaned you up first, before he did himself. When he was satisfied with the work, he made the towel disappear again. You had your eyes closed, and if Valtor didn’t know any better he would have thought you asleep. 

You had still been recovering from your seventeen years as a statue, and now with your activities you had used up all that energy. Not that you would complain, Valtor knew that. The two of you had needed this. To feel each other, to show each other the love between the two of you. The love that none of the outside world would know about until the time was right. 

Valtor knew you were awake, but just drowsy. His suspicions were confirmed when he laid down on his back beside you. You turned around to place your head on his chest, and one of your hands on his stomach. Valtor pulled the blankets over the two of you, before wrapping his arms around you.

“Please, just stay with me for a moment.” Your voice sounded sleepy, and Valtor knew it would only take a few moments for you to drift off to sleep again. He could feel his own eyes getting heavy as well. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent night's sleep. Probably because he didn’t have you in his arms. “Of course.” He pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you.” You said against his chest, fighting every instinct to fall asleep. Just wanting to hear those words replied back to you.

“I love you too.” Valtor confessed to the shadows, and their mistress that he was holding tightly against him.Not soon after he could feel your breath slow down, and he knew you were asleep. Not soon after Valtor fell asleep as well. Later they would strategize on how they would conquer the rest of the magix dimension. For now, he just wanted to sleep with the woman he loved, now that she was back in his arms for the first time in seventeen years. Now that they are together again.

[legaciesandlegendsofmagix]

Hii so Idk if you received my previous ask so I'll just resend it here :3

What are the legendix and neowinxs relationships with their families (siblings, moms, dad's, optionally extended family)

This one is long I'm aware 💔

(no worries, I've just been slow to answer asks)

*cracks knuckles* Allllright, let's do this.

First off, Bridgette. The princess of Eraklyon has a nice fantasy about her parents, that they are amazing people and that they're deeply in love. The sad reality is that their marriage is rocky and unhealthy only held together by their daughter. Bloom and Sky are equally blind as they love their daughter and would give her the world if she wished it. She holds her aunt to a god like state as Daphne to her is an all powerful strong fairy and one of the last surviving Nymphs of Magix. She aspires to be like her mother and her aunt. Unfortunately, her cousin, Guinevere seems to get the worse of her moods. They actually used to be close, but as Bridgette grew up, so did her ego. How was someone like her powerful and strong related to someone so weak? That she needs a piece of HER dragon flame to even be alive?

Nicole is a daddy's girl through and through. Sure, she has her mom's stubborn spitfire nature, but Andy was the one who raised her as the single father he was. He did have help from Selina, but it was him driving Nicole to school, taking her out for ice cream after soccer practice, and him comforting her when she was down. As for her mom, that is spoilers.

Andromeda loves her family and they love her. The Solarian princess is self conscious, especially in relation to her mother, Stella. The Queen of Solaria and guardian fairy shines so bright, so radiantly that Andromeda can't help but feel insecure. She's not pretty enough, flamboyant enough, or strong enough. Her magic aren't the light of the sun and the moon, but measly fireworks than exploding stars (at least that's what she believes). In actuality, Stella loves her daughter no matter who she is. Stella and Brandon make sure each of their children is loved and valued. Annie would join in on her brothers' prank wars, often acting as a referee or sometimes a double agent. Despite her demure nature, she's got a mischievous streak in her (blame her brothers, they're like Fred and George Wesley)

Flora and Helia live a simple life in Linphea, growing their own little garden in their children. They love Rhea and would support her in her decision if she decided to become a witch (Flora is still friends with Mirta after all) But they worry she might get involved in the wrong, dangerous crowd and go down a dark path.

Musa and Riven's kids have a more rocky relationship due to their parents divorce. Rave lived with his father while Minuet live with her mother, though they wouldn't call it living. Rave has since moved out and started his career as a musician while Minuet is often stuck at home due to her mothers' tours across Magix. Minuet doesn't see her mother often and though they chat over facetime (or Faytime? idk), it isn't the same.

After Timmy's death, Tecna seem to withdraw into herself. She became overprotective and stern of her daughter, Athena, desiring to keep her safe. This has the opposite effect as Thea grows to be the most rebellious and spirted Zenith you will ever met.

Aisha and Nabu give their children the freedom their own parents didn't in their youth. They may not always have time with their children with their lives as Andro royals, they make the time. When they were younger, Aisha liked to do dance parties while Nabu does light shows with his magic.

While Galatea isn't as into the same topics as Lyra (gossip), she is an attentive listener and is quick to keep track of what she is told in order to engage and understand her daughter better.

Guinevere loves her parents and Arthur would do anything to protect his little sister, but she knows she has high expectations to fulfill by Domino and the rest of the planet. Being the daughter to Daphne, one of the last surviving Nymphs and having the piece of the dragon flame, she feels compelled to do something great with her life. While her parents were reluctant to the arranged marriage that had been proposed by the Linphean royals, Gwen was more than willing to make it work especially since she and her betrothed, Prince Basil of Linphea, actually got along and are childhood friends. While there is no romance yet, they still feel comfortable enough with each other to go through with the marriage.

[falsealicorn]

in the universe Cakepop is from, this is basically the beginning of the series, Cakepop is my "failed pinkie clone" oc who is also in this au as a B plot sorta

Discord in this universe is named Benevolence, they go by Nel, they're a representation of the calm that can be found even in chaos, although originally just it's embodiment, they found a level of self reflection and understanding the main universe discord lacked

Luna is Selene, Celestia is Solaria and has a Daymare Flame arc

Nel and Selene work together to keep the balance because Solaria became an uncaring and power seeking leader after founding Equestria

Selene found Nel encased in stone in Solaria's garden and overheard her plans to harness their chaos magic for herself

after searching, Selene found the elements of disharmony, the gems embuid with the magic used to petrify Nel

after nearly petrifying herself due to the instability of the magic in the gems, Selene freed Nel and together they petrified Solaria and put her in the center of the sun so nopony would accidentally free her

Nel and Selene figured out a way to keep the elements from falling into the wrong hands again, creating a tree of harmony to hold the elements and reverse their nature into a more stable magic

Nel feels indebted to Selene for freeing them, so they took on the role of rising the sun when it stopped rising on it's own, and Selene took on the role of rising the moon

Selene asked for Nel to be in charge of Equestria as well since it had already been founded with ponies relying on them, and Nel accepted the responsibility

do not ship them!!

that's all the lore I have for now okay byeeee

[shiori01]

Meet Princess Solaria and Nyx, Ruler of the Moniyan Kingdom, a neighboring kingdom of Palideas @head-in-the-icloud :D

Queen Gaia and Princess Solaria are great friends, two Rulers having tea.

Yn meeting Princess Nyx for the first in the royal garden after yn trying to avoid prince sun and moon. (They get along pretty well)

Their designs:

[heronowo]

Trying to distract myself from the Horrors by posting the first bit of the Dante/Yakumo fic that's been languishing in my drafts forever

Bone apple tea

He’d intended to stay at the mansion for a couple of days, max. If the vampire wasn't amenable to his trade proposals. Instead, here he is on day four- no closer to making a deal than when he arrived.

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Dante realizes he's pathetic. Perhaps not always, but certainly now as he nurses his second bottle of wine out in the mansion gardens. The sun set an hour ago, yet Dante remains- drinking and feeling sorry for himself. Helplessly pondering what could have possibly brought him to this point.

"Awful," Dante grumbles to himself with another swig of wine. "Miserable vampire."

The vampire in question refuses to budge on any points. His rates are astronomical, and both he and Dante know it. No matter how he hides behind empty excuses of "bear markets" and "inflation", Aster can't fool Dante. This is all just a ploy to wring every last penny possible out of the Sun Lord, as though he isn't already generous enough in his dealings. More than generous, really. Dante would have walked away days ago- should have- if he wasn't in desperate need of this deal. Solaria must open another avenue for trade before the end of the season. And that is exactly why Aster continues to hold out, even to the point of ridiculousness. He knows that eventually, inevitably, Dante will cave.

"Terrible excuse of a creature," Dante spits. "Utterly despicable."

He doesn't even have the new Grand Sorcerer around to distract him. As much as Eiden can further annoy Dante (both on purpose and accidentally), Dante has to admit he is (sometimes!) a welcome relief to the endless negotiations. But no. Eiden is off with the e-droid and the wolf yokai on some errand, and Dante is left to deal with the vampire alone. Not even the incubus is here to bitch about Aster with.

No, the only one around is-

"Lord Dante?"

Dante doesn't look up as the serpent yokai approaches. As with all things, Yakumo seems nervous, and he pauses several steps away from the Sun Lord. Just close enough to hear without raising his voice.

"Lord Dante, are you alright?"

Dante scowls. "Do I look alright?" He punctuates his statement with another mouthful of wine.

Yakumo fiddles with his hands. "I- well, no. You don't. But I just wanted to... Check, I suppose."

Annoyance flares in Dante's chest. "You've checked. Now leave. I'm very busy."

Dante hasn't turned to face Yakumo, but in the very corner of his vision he can make out Yakumo’s quickly reddening face.

"I- you..." Yakumo pauses for a few seconds, and Dante wishes he would just hurry up and let him get back to wallowing. "Sun Lord Dante, how much have you had to drink tonight?"

Dante scowls. "Not enough."

"Oh," Yakumo moves a few steps closer. Dante notes that he’s softly trembling, like a skittish horse. Dante is sure if he sneezed, Yakumo would go off running. “I’m sorry. Is there... Anything I can do to help?"

A derisive laugh grates Dante's throat. "Can you convince that shoddy excuse of a vampire to make anything resembling a reasonable deal?"

"I- um..."

"No? Then you're useless to me." Dante takes two gulps of wine for good measure.

"I’m... I'm sorry, Lord Dante."

The serpent yokai starts to cry. Dante doesn't have to look at his face to tell. He's also too far into his drink to feel guilty.

"If you have nothing more to say, then leave," Dante says. "Go bake a cake or whatever it is you do around here."

Yakumo's sniffling is really starting to aggravate him, yet the serpent yokai does not move from his spot.

"I-I would... Rather you not be alone," Yakumo says between soft sobs. "The gardens can be... Treacherous to navigate... At night. I... I don't want you to... Get lost."

Dante could point out that they're still well within sight of the mansion, but Yakumo seems fragile enough as is without Dante unnecessary aggression. Plus, he isn't quite drunk enough yet to be totally heartless.

Dante scoots over and pats the empty bench beside him. "If you're going to stay, then sit. I don't need you hovering over me like some incessant insect."

Yakumo hurriedly takes a seat next to Dante, though he sits as far away as the bench allows. Dante would maybe find it amusing if he wasn't already annoyed.

"Stop crying," Dante says. He offers the bottle in his hand to the still-sniffling yokai. "And have a drink."

"Oh... no, thank you, I-"

Dante levels a hard glare at Yakumo. "Have. A drink."

Yakumo's watery eyes widen, and for a moment Dante wonders if he will refuse a second time. Instead, (and a bit to Dante's impressed surprise), he accepts the bottle from Dante.

Yakumo scrutinizes the bottle in his hand. "Is this from Mister Aster’s cellar?"

"Yes," Dante says. "If the vampire is bleeding me dry, I might as well drain his stock. And you might as well help me."

"O-oh, I... I see," the serpent yokai's face flushes again, his eyes remaining fixed on the bottle. Dante gives him a look.

"Well?" He says. "Don't tell me you've never had a drink before."

"N-no, I have," Yakumo says. "It’s just... I don't handle alcohol very well."

That isn't a surprise, Dante almost says aloud. With how timid and well-behaved Yakumo usually is, Dante can't imagine his tolerance for alcohol is very high. If he even has a tolerance at all.

Dante considers taking the bottle back, but before he can Yakumo raises it to his lips and takes a small drink. More than a sip, but hardly a mouthful. Pitiful, by Dante’s standards, though right now he’s hardly in the state to judge.

Yakumo makes a face as he swallows, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray droplet that falls from his lip. The wine is sweeter than he expected (almost cloyingly so, in Dante's opinion), but still strong. It settles heavy and hot in his stomach. It isn't altogether unpleasant, but Yakumo quickly returns the bottle to Dante.

Dante takes the bottle back from Yakumo and, with one swift movement, drains it. Yakumo watches with wide eyes as the liquid disappears down Dante's throat, and as his body warms, he tries not to focus too much on the motion of each deep swallow.

Dante drops the bottle to the ground with a soft thud. He licks his lips and stares blankly ahead for several seconds. Long enough that Yakumo wonders if he's forgotten he's there. But eventually Dante breaks the silence by reaching beside him and procuring another bottle from seemingly nowhere.

"Lord Dante!" Yakumo gasps. "How much alcohol do you have with you?"

The Sun Lord scowls back. "Not enough,” he grumbles as he pries the cork from the bottle. He’d swiped a corkscrew from the kitchens for this purpose, and was enjoying the ease with which it opened bottles. Dante hazily considers taking the corkscrew home with him as additional reparations from the vampire’s racket. “If you don't like it, you can go. I'm not in the mood to entertain."

The wine in Yakumo's own stomach bubbles into his chest and flushes his face. At this moment he feels braver (and maybe more foolish) than ever, and before he can think about it, he's grabbing the half-opened bottle in Dante's hands.

Dante tugs back. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking this," Yakumo says. He pulls firmly on the bottle, dripping fragrant red wine onto their joined hands."And any other bottles you brought. You've had enough for tonight."

The Sun Lord is strong, and Yakumo just barely keeps his grip on it as Dante pulls both the bottle and him across the bench. "What are you, a nanny? You have no say in what I do."

Yakumo frowns in return. "So long as you are a guest in Mr. Eiden's house, I won't allow you to drink yourself into a stupor."

Dante's scowl deepens. "That fraud is as much a guest here as I am," he spits. "Being played by that vampire in just the same way. Except he's too stupid to realize it"

A chill grips Yakumo's spine. "Don't say that about Mr. Eiden."

Dante pulls again on the bottle, but Yakumo's fingers remain tight around the neck. "What, that he's stupid? You'd have to be as much a fool as him not to see that."

Dante attributes the next sequence of events to his drunkenness. Had he been sober, he would never have found himself in this position. But the next thing he knows, the bottle is jerked from his hands and he is wrestled to the ground, the moon blotted out by the dark shape above him.

The yokai's pupils are the barest slits, and Dante swears he can feel claws digging into the flesh of his wrists. He tries, weakly, to move but Yakumo has him pinned solid.

The shadows around Yakumo shift, and an ominous hissing fills Dante's senses. "Don't you dare say that about Mr. Eiden. Ever."

Dante wriggles again in Yakumo's grasp, but his drunken state (plus, perhaps, the yokai’s strength) make it impossible for him to escape.

Something slithers up Dante’s chest. It's a shadow serpent, eyes crimson and as furious as its master’s. Blood rushes in Dante’s ears as the serpent begins to coil threateningly around Dante's throat. He should be afraid- or at least annoyed enough to put up a proper fight. But something else stirs in his core instead, and quickly makes its way between his legs.

Yakumo's grip tightens, and Dante realizes with a blink that more serpents have joined his grip around Dante's wrists.

"Do you hear me?" Yakumo hisses. His voice is slurred by his transformation. Or maybe the alcohol. Or maybe both. Dante finds it hard to focus on anything as the serpents (and his pants) tighten around him. "Don't you ever speak ill of Mr. Eiden ever again."

Another serpent wraps around Dante's torso. It's thick and possessive, like the too-tight embrace of a lover. Dante's heartbeat quickens into a nearly out of control roar.

"Say it," Yakumo leans his face closer to Dante's. Scales have started to appear at the edges of his face, and Dante swears he can see the tips of fangs and a forked tongue when Yakumo speaks. "I want to hear you say it."

Even in his position, Dante manages a derisive, "Say what?"

Yakumo's grip tightens, along with his serpents', to a suffocating degree. Black dots crowd the edges of Dante’s vision, and he struggles to stay focused on Yakumo’s face before him. "Say you will never speak ill of Mr. Eiden again. Say it. Swear it on your life. Swear it on Solaria. I want to hear you."

The serpent around Dante's throat makes it especially hard to think. Or speak, for that matter. He tries to move again, but it’s no use. The only thing he manages is a weak rustle of his legs beneath Yakumo.

"I won't let you go," Yakumo growls. "Not until you say it."

[rubyroboticalt]

QBLR QUARTERLY part 2!

That's right, this report needed two whole posts. Onto the news!

Who let wizards on the server? Zpca's laboratory is discovered in far-off salt flats. Ruby terraforms a black sand beach and takes possibly the worst screenshots of it ever. My liege, you have advanced darkness on. Cheez returns home after a long while away.

And now, a reading from r/malelivingspaces. Orange acacia walls. Shroomlight peeking from above the ceiling and on the lower wall. Orange sandstone ceiling. Meaty red floor. Large desk on the right wall. Single acacia chair at the desk. Unidentifiable orange metal in the wall. This has been a reading from r/malelivingspaces.

Brie reaches a milestone of over 500 deaths, only 1/4 of which are the result of player kills. Dollie participates in a magic ritual with friends! Hivi crafts every single attainable plushie thrice. Ladel has some family bonding time.

Glitch finishes their gardens. Splat and their family convert an airship into a spaceship with airlocking and amenities! On the last two days of play, the Void Worm is unbanned. Residents jump at the opportunity to kill such an elegant beast. Berry organizes a room full of all the flowers in the game.

The mysterious salmon receives some hugs and love from Appie and the bog. Sweetpea tries and fails to go to heaven. Gummy shares the longest playtime of the server, totaling over 45 and a half days. Moo finishes a chapel for their religion.

Inc finishes a tower with which to escape impending apocalypse. Apple finishes the portalfolks garden and invites guests to leave a note in the guestbook. Popcorn celebrates a birthday in the last day of server time.

Oh my lord, audience, do you remember the call to keep a lookout for Spamton after the court case special? It's a good thing we did -- he tries crashing Popcorn's birthday party! And who is there to stop him but WD Gaster himself! I don't believe it!

In the last hours before the end, residents make final arrangements to escape to other worlds. Chunks begin to be consumed, as the Dark Magician harnesses the magic power and energy put into this world for one final clearing of things.

And with that, I'd like to thank Grace, Levlies, Crow, Lim, and Qrth for being an all-star admin team keeping the server running smoothly. Thanks to Ven, Vern, Angel, Cand, Elli, Jay, Mack, Neon, Niko, Percy, and Val for being a super-attentive super-supportive mod team making sure bugs got fixed and lost items were returned. Thank you to Mira, Danny, Jace, Inc, Roy, Glitch, Solaria, Appie, and Cassi for being an amazing bog commune. Thanks to all the other players I haven't mentioned for making the server such a beautiful, lively place. And thanks to you, humble viewer, for coming on this journey with me.

link to part 1

[justmystical]

The Forgotten- 4

Pairing: Lucifer x Butterfly!femreader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel x Star vs the forces of evil

Warnings: Takes place before Hazbin Hotel, Alternative Universe

Navigation | five

To say Eclipsa almost had a heart attack would be an understatement, when she heard a boom in garden she almost died on the spot, knowing damn well you were having magic lessons with Glossaryck.

Now she saw what happened to the puppet and your changes, she has her Sisterly instinct to protect you. Okay first of all she hasn't seen that kind of magic since...

Her's ,she remembered that kind of destructive magic has consequences...

That's why she wears gloves,you don't know this ,only Glossaryck knows...and maybe the Magic high Commission...

And your marks?is it normal for them to change? She knows they glow and what not...but change it's symbols?

No never seen one before

"I'm sorry..."was all Eclipsa heard from you when you suddenly cough out...

Blood!

She gasped in horror blood...with goddamn black roses , she knows the meaning of those roses death.

"(Name)!"she shouted as saw you losing consciousness, luckily Omnitraxus caught you just in time before you hit the ground.

Eclipsa stayed by your side while the Physicians examine you and your condition, Eclipsa prayed to her late mother Solaria that you would be okay.

She noticed that you were twisting and turning in your sleep ,she tried to ease you by rubbing circle on your hand.

You were currently in walking in a hallway,you wondered why the sky outside is red?but thought nothing of it and continued walking.

Until you reached a door slightly opened,it looked like some people were in there,you looked to see...

You?!?

You were laying in the bed pale as a ghost,your long red hair has lost it's vibrance. You also saw alot of...

Blood!

It was all over the bed you were laying in and what that gold liquid in your mouth?

A man with a blurred out face was currently kneeling on your side,you couldn't distinguish who it was...

Suddenly you felt chains on your hands,it pulled you out of the room...

You shot up from your bed,which made someone also jumped.

"n/n!"you heard your sister called and she hugged you tight.

"are you ok?!"she asked concerned.

"I'm fine just had a nightmare..."you answered and hugged her back, you felt something familiar rubbed against your side.

Keekee

"it's ok n/n ,your big sister is here"she said rubbing your back,"and don't ever scare me again,you were asleep for 5 days!"she pulled me out of the hug with tear in her eyes.

"i thought i lost you too..."you smiled sadly

"you'll never get rid of me that easily Eclipse" you said with pride ,and just hit your shoulders.

You groaned,she realizes what she done and apologize...

"also...wait 5 DAYS?!?"

Lucifer waiting under the Apple tree everyday, he wondered where you were.

You never missed a day of your meet up.

He laughed at the time you got mad at him and now you were gone for 5 days ? Maybe he lost count.

But don't he wait for you even if it takes hundreds of years...

He train of thought was cut off when he heard a whoosh...

Ever since you woken up, Eclipsa monitored you with all seeing eye,whether you like it or not.

You were forbidden from using your Rosas mortales spell. It wasn't the name you were going for but it fit...

You also don't have lessons today, because you need more time to recover...

You wanted to see Lucifer,you hadn't seen him in 5 days!!

You went to the Library to pass the time,you usually spend time with Lucifer but now that Eclipsa is watching it's hard to sneak out...

You sighed and started doodling on a paper, you thought went to thinking about Lucifer, his red eyes ,his blonde hair,and his reddish lips.

You didn't even you noticed you drew until someone spoke;

"who's this?" You jumped and looked at to see who it was...

Glossaryck!

"no one..."you lied ,he looked at Keekee for confirmation. He gave you a wide grin...

"ooh another Princess inlove~"

"am not!" You denied even more which you knew wasn't gonna work,you knew since Glossaryck created Keekee he can understand her.

"go to your lover boy"

"he's not my lover boy! And besides Eclipse wil-"

"she's in a meeting right now and too busy to look in her all seeing eye"

You looked at him to check if his lying or not but gave you a smile and motions you to go.

You ran out of the room , going into your and changing into some commoner clothes and put on your coat.

" come on Keekee!" The cat followed as you Open the portal.

You step inside the portal and finally saw the familiar forest.

Where was Lucifer?

Until you heard a explosion

You ran towards the sound of it, you saw Lucifer...

He had horns!?and wings? Is he a monster? What happening?

He looked totally different and he was being surrounded by Angel?

They were a tracking him but he wasn't fighting back, why isn't he fighting? He's gonna get killed?

Suddenly something inside you snapped you felt like your vision gone black

Lucifer was cornered by Guardian Angels and some exorcist angels,he was finally caught after months of sneaking in the realm of the living.

He was not allow to hurt angels so he screwed.

Suddenly a beam with pink roses blasted to one of the exorcist angels,everyone looked to see a giant Butterfly?

To Lucifer it looked familiar, it shot another beam again hitting one of the Angels.

It floated nfront of Lucifer almost like it's trying to protect him.

The Angels knew what this was...

A Mewman!

Ofcourse the Angels knew what they were,they were a little different from Humans but they were still God's creation and they forbidden to hurt them.

They retreated and Lucifer stood there shocked, he saw the butterfly slowly detransform ,it was slowly falling down , Lucifer finally saw who it was.

"(Name)!!!"

He caught you in time and slowly laid you in arms.

You slowly regain consciousness and saw Lucifer still in his weird form.

You jumped away from "what are you?"

Lucifer's heart clenched and he was hesitant to answer...

"the Devil...or the king of hell "once you heard that and froze.

You felt sick,hell means he's a demon ,They were just like monsters in Mewni!

Without any words out of you ,you conjured up another portal and ran away...

Lucifer just watched the love of his life run away from him...

Heartbroken he just felt to his knees...

[mura-128]

Got something coming up for Halloween~

[minxmut-cafe]

Whispers of lights & shadows-

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre : Fantasy Au.

General Warning : Smut, crude language, angst, fluffy, gorey themes, lil bit of torture,

Summary : In the kingdom of Solaria, Prince Jimin is caught in a web of secrets, darkness, and ancient power. When a mysterious maid enters his life, he’s drawn into an intricate tale of betrayal, loss, and a curse that binds a forgotten princess to the depths of the ocean. As tensions rise between the five powerful tribes, Jimin discovers a hidden connection between the princess, a siren, and his own fate—one that could unravel the balance of the entire world.

With the Abyss calling, and the truth slipping just beyond his reach, Jimin must navigate treacherous waters, confront his past, and uncover the secrets that tie him to the ocean’s depths. But the more he learns, the deeper the darkness becomes, threatening to pull him under.

Will Jimin uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will the ocean's power drown them all

Masterlist

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The Kingdom of Solaria stood as a fragile jewel amidst a sea of ash and ruin. Its walls rose like pearlescent spires against skies too often streaked with the smoke of distant battles.

        To the north, where plains of scorched earth stretched into a dismal oblivion, armies clashed in endless cycles of bloodshed and despair. Yet within Solaria’s borders, life seemed to defy the encroaching darkness.

       Lush gardens wove intricate patterns through cobbled streets, fountains whispered secrets beneath canopies of wisteria, and laughter echoed in a thousand forms, warm and unyielding.

The peace of Solaria was no accident; it was carved by the iron hand of King Hyukjin, a man more stone than flesh. He was a bulwark, unbreakable and cold, and he spared no mercy to keep his realm from crumbling.

       Beside him stood Queen Seraphina, a flame too fierce to be tamed. Their marriage was one of necessity, forged not in love but in the blood-soaked politics of a fractured land. They despised each other, their union a cold arrangement of silk and thorns. But even they, with their brittle hearts, found themselves bound to a singular cause the day their son entered the world.

        Prince Jimin’s birth was heralded by a rare eclipse, the sun cloaked in shadow as if the heavens themselves had paused to take note. He was born into light and dark, innocence and duty, and even then, there was something different about him—something too bright to ignore and too delicate to grasp.

      The queen turned away from him, for to look at his luminous eyes was to confront the emptiness in her own soul. The king, ever practical, saw only an heir. And so it was the maids who sang him lullabies, the knights who taught him valor, and the people who adored him from afar.

Jimin grew under a patchwork of care, a prince both cherished and abandoned. His laughter, clear and crystalline, could turn the harshest winter’s breath warm.

           But as he aged, that warmth was tinged with something darker—a beauty too ethereal to be contained. He was an enigma, a living contradiction that even poets struggled to capture. Lips soft and plush curved into smiles so sweet they left one breathless, yet they hinted at desires that made the heart race. His face held the softness of childhood, a roundness that invited gentle touch, yet his jawline was honed, his gaze piercing and unknowable. He was small in stature, but the strength in his movements belied it—a lion in lamb’s clothing.

        

Time sculpted him into something rare and terrible. Jimin’s beauty became legend; courtiers whispered that even statues in the ancient temples paled before him. But more captivating than his form was the mind within. Sharp, cunning, and unflinchingly loyal to the realm, he mastered the art of war and diplomacy with a grace that left enemies trembling and allies grateful. To Solaria’s people, he was more than a prince; he was their light in the encroaching dark.

And yet, even as he smiled for them, something in Jimin’s heart ached for more.

        It was on a sun-drenched afternoon, when the palace buzzed with the hum of life, that Jimin found himself drawn to the old well behind the kitchens—a relic of ancient times, its stones worn smooth by centuries of hands. He had just finished sparring, the sweat of battle clinging to his skin, when he saw her.

        

       She was a whisper against the wind, her form half-hidden by shadow and sunlight that danced across her jet-black hair. It cascaded in silken waves, catching flecks of light that seemed to burn against its darkness. Jimin's breath caught in his throat.

      She was one of the people of the sea, unmistakable by the way she moved with a grace that seemed to ripple like water itself. Her skin was luminous, pale like moon-kissed sand, and her lips were a deep, rich red—the color of plum flesh. It was as if they held secrets too tempting to resist. When she raised her eyes to glance at him, they were pools of endless black—depthless, reflecting nothing and revealing even less.

        

             She was slightly smaller than him, and yet there was nothing fragile about her. The way she moved was precise, as though each step was weighed and measured, as though every breath cost her something precious.

          She lowered the bucket into the well, her hands steady, but her gaze remained hollow, as if staring into an abyss only she could see. Jimin’s chest tightened, and he wondered, for a fleeting moment, if he had stumbled upon a specter rather than flesh and blood.

   

The soft crunch of gravel beneath his boots betrayed his presence. Her shoulders stiffened, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath. When she turned to face him fully, there was no life in her eyes, only the depthless void of the sea’s cold expanse.

  

“Do you need something, my prince?” Her voice was soft, lilting with the cadence of sea-song, but it carried no warmth. It brushed against him like a cold tide, leaving only emptiness in its wake.

Jimin opened his mouth to respond, but the words tangled in his throat. He, who had faced battle-hardened generals and charmed the most stubborn courtiers, found himself disarmed by a single question. “What is your name?” he asked finally, his tone gentler than he intended.

The maiden’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, as if measuring the weight of his words. “Names hold power, Your Highness,” she replied, her voice flat. “It is best not to give them freely.”

He should have left then—should have let her vanish into whatever mystery she carried—but something in her defiance sparked a fire within him. “Then what shall I call you?”

She paused, as if contemplating his persistence. “I am a servant here. Nothing more.”

Jimin stepped closer, the scent of roses and sweat mingling with the faint trace of saltwater that seemed to cling to her. “A servant who walks as if burdened by the weight of the ocean,” he mused. “You are no mere servant.”

The air between them grew heavy, thick with unspoken words and the faint scent of sea spray. The maiden looked at him again, and for an instant, the hollowness in her eyes cracked, revealing something raw and untamed beneath. “You speak as though you know me, Your Highness,” she said, her voice low. “But you know nothing.”

Her words stung, and yet they only deepened his intrigue. “Then help me know,” he whispered, a plea more than a demand.

          But before he could say more, she lifted the bucket with a strength that seemed at odds with her delicate form. Without another word, she turned and walked past him, leaving only the faint scent of saltwater and the ghost of a riddle in her wake.

Jimin stood alone by the well, the sun casting long shadows across the courtyard. The world around him resumed its rhythm, but he remained still, lost in thought. Who was she, this woman of the sea with hair like night and lips like forbidden fruit? And why did her gaze feel like both a promise and a curse?

The prince of Solaria was many things—warrior, scholar, protector of his people—but in that moment, he was merely a man captivated by the whisper of something beyond his reach. The well, now empty of her presence, seemed suddenly vast and unfathomable—a symbol of depths yet to be explored.

As he turned to leave, Jimin resolved that this encounter would not be their last. Whatever shadows clung to her, whatever sorrow she carried—he would unravel it. For he was light in a kingdom surrounded by darkness, and he had never shied away from stepping into the abyss.

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Hey everyone!! This is Vivienne and it's my first time writing something like this. I hope you enjoy it!!

All the parts of the story will be released Every 4-5 days. If there is any additional delay I sincerely apologise.

[fisheito]

for the question thing!!! do you have any silly hcs about the clan boys (+ the familiars/eito)? can be as wild as u want

sorry in advance if i don't have any HCs for ur beloveds bc i can only offer what my brain chooses to fixate on.... but let's see........

i like to imagine clan members enjoying fun little hobby hours

i pretend they're not busy adults with their own obligations and schedules.... so they just get together like a bunch of retirees and partake in shared hobbies whenever they want 🤗

e.g.,

book club: oli, blade, yaku, garu

horny book club: eiden, morv, blade, edmond if he works up the courage to discuss his fave BDSM PwP short novel with the 3 most shameless creatures ever ... honestly oli could join as well but i'm gonna excuse him from ONE book club so he can get some sleep. maybe he'll alternate days between the two 😆

sewing and knitting together like a couple of serene grandmas: yakuoli. eiden joins sometimes (all serenity is lost when he does)

TARGET PRACTICE! NEW ACTIVITIES!!! DARTS!! ! PIN THE TAIL ON THE EDMOND! sorry idk this is just my way of saying that after the cowboy event, i want to imagine edmond/dante/garu all playing target striking games and it becomes a contest of how split one dart can be down the middle (you can't all be perfect aimers ok aster can't keep buying new darts can u PLEASE throw them anywhere but dead centre).

i know blade could join as well but would it take the competition aspect out of it? he's kind of calibrated to never miss right?? it's not a game anymore. it's just superior blade and pissed off dante and garu cheering (he's just happy to be there) and edmond trying to be civil about letting everyone participate

they are out in the garden. touching grass: yaku is gardening. blade is collecting bugs. garu is digging holes. kuya is bewitching plants at random to spew sex pollen into someone's face (i feel like this is his superpower in SEVERAL fics and i am not complaining). quincy is trying to nap

.but .

he chose the worst place to do it. in the middle of nature's playground (aster's garden)?

garu's kicking up dust into his face. blade is shoving random insects into his face and asking identification questions. yaku screams when he inevitably falls to the kuya traps. kuya can't resist watching the little ones (yakugaru) play with dirt. WHY would you choose to sleep here.

(Topper is nibbling all the edible plants in the garden while skillfully avoiding all the porn plot traps with his superior Toppinstincts)

now for 3 ! single character HCs.......

kuya: wanders the marketplace, and often sees those anti-aging creams with LOFTY claims to their power... he always mocks them and insults the intelligence of all the vain people clamouring to buy the stock. later that day you will see kuya at home, trying those very same creams (procured illegally, of course, because why pay for anything ever) and pretending like he's zero percent interested in the results

rei: in the same situation will just as quickly mock the creams but unlike kuya he'll mean it and will NOT be caught applying the gloop all over his face later. "lmao it's just sunscreen who even believes this shit"

yakumo: i like to give him sneczema sometimes. i know it's implied that everyone in gay gacha has perfect skin forever *waves hand dismissively* BUT

imagine that he loves working with his hands but the sneczema can flare up if he's too rough on em, so he compromises by wearing his gloves. protect that vulnerable skin, yaku!! [insert pun about scaly skin]

His SR clothing material seems soft. Aesthetic reason: slippery smooth like the idea of snek. Practical reason: coarse textures can aggravate skin 😔 only the silkiest coverings for a scaly boy...

i mean. yaku prefers the wet cave environment so we gotta keep an eye on his humidity. too dry and he'l'l turn into a wafer (like in Solaria that One Time)

is this just an excuse for me to mist him with a spray bottle ? at random times because it just seems like fun? perhaps. spritzspritz

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Golden Child - Luna of Solaria/Farah Dowling

A/N: Day 2 Part 3/4 for @intotheomegaverse 's Easter Week.

“I found the golden egg.” Stella is excited, almost dancing and Farah finds she can’t help but smile. She’s always teased Luna about the girl being their golden child, the good girl, she’s always been aware that she was lucky. Lucky to have Luna, Lucky to have had Stella, lucky to still be alive. Luna had been a shy omega, once, defeated by the weight of choosing her Alpha, now, as they watch Stella celebrate finding the one egg hidden in the gardens. It had been hard for Farah, she knew she had to trust Stella would find the egg, but she had worried that perhaps, just perhaps, this time the egg would prove too hard to find. Stella, of course, had her mother’s strength of mind, focused in a way that often reminded Farah of Luna.