#Golden Healer Butterfly

[angelicroots1]

Golden Healer Butterfly Wings in Metal Stand – A Symbol of Transformation and Healing

The Golden Healer Butterfly Wings in Metal Stand from Angelic Roots is a striking crystal sculpture that blends the powerful energy of Golden Healer Quartz with the transformative symbolism of butterfly wings. This elegant piece is both spiritually meaningful and visually uplifting, making it a beautiful addition to any healing space or altar.

Features & Symbolism

Golden Healer Quartz: Known as the "crystal of total healing," Golden Healer Quartz is believed to support deep spiritual and physical restoration. It promotes peace, balance, and connection with higher realms. This stone is especially valued by energy practitioners for its ability to cleanse and activate the chakras.

Butterfly Symbolism: The butterfly represents transformation, rebirth, and the courage to grow. This sculpture serves as a daily reminder that change is beautiful and healing is always possible.

Design Details: The piece features removable Golden Healer crystal wings displayed in a silver metal stand, offering flexibility in presentation. Each set is cleansed, charged, and Reiki-infused for energetic alignment.

Dimensions

Wing Span: Approximately 4.5 to 5.75 inches

Height with Stand: Approximately 4.25 to 4.5 inches

Weight with Stand: Approximately 130 to 170 grams

Each sculpture is unique in color and shape, reflecting the natural beauty of the stone. A piece will be intuitively chosen for you, ensuring it resonates with your energy or purpose.

This stunning display piece is perfect for anyone seeking inspiration, spiritual growth, or simply a symbol of hope and healing in their environment

[caramelarrowswife]

Uhm, hi. Here, take care. *drops Purecacao prompt and runs* Pure Vanilla proposing to Dark Cacao after a battle thanks to Hollyberry and Golden Cheese suggesting it. Bonus if Dark Cacao’s watchers are witnessing it in subdued shock and anticipation

All Being Fine

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Dark Cacao Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie have been friends for a very, very long time. So long of a time that, perhaps, feelings may have sprouted from them..

Sometimes, all you need for a confession is an intimate experience (such as war) and irritatingly loud friends.

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Dark Cacao Cookie was never one for dramatics. What needed to be done was done in silence; who needed a whole show if it could be done in solitary? Extra theatrics were left to his more extroverted friends. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed battle.. cold and harsh reality, weapon against weapon, blood wild and free.

Speaking of battle, Dark Cacao had just returned from one. He had fought alongside his three dearest friends, and they had come together to discuss what had happened and how it could be prevented in the future.

Hollyberry Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie had been having a bit of a friendly banter when the archer noticed their friend Pure Vanilla, the kind-hearted healer who insisted on accompanying the group during the wars, staring wistfully at Dark Cacao.

A look at Hollyberry confirmed Golden Cheese’s suspicions; he was pining yet again. It annoyed her endlessly; Pure Vanilla was blind, yes, but surely he could see how soft the stoic king became around him..?

Enough was enough, she decided.

With a mischievous smirk, Golden Cheese made her way over to Pure Vanilla, her steps as quiet and nimble as a cat’s. Pure Vanilla flinched slightly when she was next to him all of a sudden; he had not heard her approach.

“When are you finally making a move?” Golden Cheese said bluntly.

A red flush appeared on Pure Vanilla’s cheeks “A-ah, my dear friend, you misunderstand-”

“I’m not misunderstanding a thing. You’re in love with that man, and he’s in love with you - you’re just idiots, both of you, for not noticing. If you’re not going to walk up there to tell him about your painfully obvious feelings, I’ll do it for you,” Golden Cheese said, not unkindly.

“...” Pure Vanilla hesitated for a moment. He would rather stab himself than have to come to terms with the butterflies in his stomach, but to have Golden Cheese do it..? No, he would rather tell Dark Cacao himself.

Pure Vanilla stood up, both encouraged and discouraged by the cheers that came from the two women behind him. He could do this. He could be brave.

Pure Vanilla sat next to Dark Cacao. Immediately, he felt a soft throb of pain on his arm and leg - the warrior-king had not gotten his injuries treated yet. How typical.

“Let me heal you, Cacao,” Pure Vanilla said softly. A yellow aura surrounded his pale, slender hands as he took one of Dark Cacao’s. The healer’s hands trembled slightly; he was not used to the weather in the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

“It is unnecessary, truly,” Dark Cacao protested, despite knowing this was a battle he couldn’t win. “Hollyberry Cookie is in far more dire need of assistance than I am.”

“Hollyberry let her wounds be treated directly after battle, my dead,” Pure Vanilla murmured, before drily adding; “With a lot less of a struggle, might I say..”

“Ah..” Dark Cacao said wryly. “I suppose I cannot convince you otherwise, then..?”

Pure Vanilla smiled and did his work in silence. They both knew Dark Cacao secretly enjoyed the feeling of soft hands against his own.. his pride prevented him from admitting it.

After the umpteenth shiver from Pure Vanilla, Dark Cacao removed his thick cloak to wrap it around the other’s shoulders instead. Pure Vanilla murmured a soft ‘thank you’ before continuing his previous work.

Pure Vanilla’s hands stayed on Dark Cacao’s, even after all Dark Cacao’s wounds closed. It was noticed by both of the rulers; how could they not?

Dark Cacao slowly lifted Pure Vanilla’s mouth. He didn’t kiss Pure Vanilla’s knuckles, exactly, but his lips brushed over them - it was more than enough for the healer.

“Marry me,” Pure Vanilla said breathlessly.

It came as a surprise to both Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla. The healer quickly recoiled, cringing into himself. Oh, for Heaven’s sake…

“I-I mean- that’s-” Pure Vanilla hid his face in his hands. A shame - had he used his Orchid to watch Dark Cacao’s face, he would have seen a slight blush.

After a second or three, Pure Vanilla felt two strong hands wrap around his wrists, pulling them from his face. He ignored Golden Cheese’s and Hollyberry’s hushed whispers; he couldn’t bring himself to care about them at that moment.

“It would be an honour,” Dark Cacao said quietly.

Pure Vanilla froze, before an uncertain smile appeared on his face. “Well. That’s- good, then.”

“Yes.” A rare chuckle escaped from Dark Cacao’s lips. “Yes, it is.”

When Dark Cacao looked up from Pure Vanilla’s face, he was met with the sight of Caramel Arrow Cookie, the Second Watcher and Crunchy Chip Cookie, all wearing matching shocked expressions.

Oh. It seemed the hushed whispers he had ignored earlier were less of victory and more of a warning, then…

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THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!! Your wish is my command teehee

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 128 }

sparkle.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ my feelings for you sparkle in my thoughts | i can't be honest with myself yet | even though i have realized the truth | my body is throbbing with the words i can't get out... }

jinwoo sung has always been in love with you-

and he's come to realize that as being a fact that would never change.

you may not know it, but he fell for you during a time where he first decided to become a hunter, being labeled as the weakest in the entire world and you had healed him from a grave wound with your immense healing power.

jinwoo recalls that moment as if it had happened yesterday... where he had first started out as a hunter, becoming so gravely injured that not even joohee could heal him, forcing the young woman to call for help. it was just so painful, losing so much blood while laying on the cold, stone floor of the dungeon.

his life was felt slipping away from him, and all jinwoo could feel was an immense regret at leaving his loved ones behind.

mom, sis... i'm so sorry, but i can't...

as he was close to losing all hope, he felt a warm embrace encircling him. his gasps for air were all that echoed throughout the dungeon, and that was the moment his silvery eyes met with your tranquil expression.

blood was felt bubbling in his throat, but the moment your hand touched at his chest, he felt all of his pain disappear. bathed in a gentle, golden glow, jinwoo suddenly felt the blood receding back into him along with the dissipating pain. your features were twisted in a look of concentration, never removing your hand from his chest until all of his wounds disappeared.

the newbie hunter could feel a blush dye his cheeks red, suddenly feeling alive once more when he sits back up. he looks at his hands, and touches at his chest, no longer feeling pain nor tasting the coppery bitterness of his blood within his mouth.

"h-how did you... that was..."

but all you did was give him a gentle smile before placing a finger upon your lips. "sssh, it's a secret."

he hears joohee's panicked voice, which was what prompted you to stand before disappearing from the dungeon. his throat felt dry, unable to answer joohee and the backup she had called, because all he could think about was you.

jinwoo wouldn't get to see you again until much later... after he became a bit stronger thanks to the system.

his thoughts were consumed with meeting you again; with becoming stronger for your sake as he hoped to protect you in return for you saving his life. he grew stronger, and more confident as he lost the prior meekness he once had when he first started out as a hunter.

so when he saw you again, entering a cafe while ordering your favorite drink, he knew he had to take this chance.

without even thinking about it, he pays for your coffee and pastries, quite literally forcing himself into your plans while hiding his anxiety behind a confident smile. you end up smiling at him, thanking him for paying while allowing him to join you. it was during your first conversation together that he learned of your work as an a-rank healer, where you were often called as backup if many dire injuries had occurred.

( jinwoo had to fight back the urge to ask if you remembered him. )

and after that first meeting and interaction... like a butterfly effect, it all just seemed to... fall perfectly in place.

jinwoo made sure to be a constant presence in your life. often going out with you on your days off ( with him making an effort not to explore the dungeons by himself during those times ). it was truly like all those romance movies and novels have said-

"when you fall in love, all you want to do is surround yourself with them."

because that was what jinwoo was doing at this very minute.

with you feeling lazy, you invited jinwoo over to hang out with you. you were currently settled on the couch, flipping through the pages of your novel with him sitting on the armchair settled across from you. as he was pretending to read, he kept sneaking glances at you.

his heart softens upon admiring you, seeing the sunlight shining through your hair, further accentuating your soft beauty. jinwoo could feel his heart beating rapidly from within his chest, and each time he opened his mouth to try and say something, no words would come out.

mentally berating himself, jinwoo lets out a sigh, unable to take this... distance between you and him any longer. even if he was unable to say anything, maybe he could do something to act on these festering emotions that was felt brewing within his heart.

settling off his own book to the side, jinwoo stands from his seat, purposely towering over you, casting shadows over you. you see him in your periphery and smile, "hey jinwoo-"

you gasp suddenly, watching as he flops down on the couch, resting his head against your lap. he listens to you, paying close attention to the way your sweet voice calls out his name with a bit of a tremor.

"sorry... just... give me this moment to relax with you." it was a struggle for jinwoo to try and keep his voice even, practically relishing within your warmth while breathing in the faint scent of your perfume and shampoo.

he doesn't dare open his eyes, for fear of blushing immensely once he sees you peering down at him. there was a silence permeating at the air when jinwoo feels you shifting in your seat. listening as your voice begins to hum, he shivers upon feeling your hands delve into his hair.

the hunter swore he could feel a purr vibrating with his throat, basking in the way your fingertips massaged at his scalp. he felt so relaxed... so calm and peaceful while laying beneath you-

yet all feelings of tranquility was lost the moment he feels your soft lips touching with his. within mere milliseconds, his eyes were open wide, only to see how your eyes were closed as you kissed him deeply. letting out a moan of your name, jinwoo happily accepts your kiss, pulling you toward him when he wraps an arm around your neck, bringing you oh so closer to him.

your lips continue to perfectly slot against his, making the shadow monarch shiver in response. pleasure was felt coursing through him, and he found himself thinking that if he died right now-

then he'd die happy.

you end up pulling away from jinwoo first, embarrassment painting your pretty features when you slowly admit to him.

"jin, i lo-"

but he interrupts your confession with a growl, meeting your lips once more in a hungry kiss.

jinwoo would be damned if you were the one to confess to him, so he supposes that he just needs to keep kissing you to help you forget-

so that he can tell you first.

{ maybe i was nonchalant, but you’re the only one my eyes were chasing | when i think about it, i might have already fallen for you | how far away did i hide my true self the day i decided to meet you? | when i think how much being hated scared me, i was in love }

a.n. - in celebration of my new URL change !! help, i have joined the jinwoo harem, that man has a chokehold on me bc wow... aleks le is perfect as jinwoo 😭🙏🏻

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[everettswritings]

Okay what if

Lee! King Custard cookie III and his Grandpa Ler! Pure vanilla cookie? :3

Custard cookie my bawby boi I want to read him a bed story and hug him and susugwjwgsjshw (platonic ofc)

Real. I’m more of a Snapdragon enjoyer, I’d literally lay down my life for them, but honestly that’s so real. I feel like a lot of the kid cookies get a bunch of hate because they’re “annoying”. Like, my brother in Christ, have you ever been around kids before? Sorry, off topic ramble. Enjoy! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Custard Cookie III was practically bouncing with joy as he watched the airship returning to the Vanilla Kingdom. He couldn’t wait for his great grandpapa’s return! Or would he technically be more of a great uncle? It didn’t matter, jam only means so much when it comes to family. He ran to the port, watching as the door to the airship slowly opened and Pure Vanilla Cookie walked out. He looked so different! He was so shiny and golden now!

“Grandpapa!” Custard Cookie III exclaimed, immediately wrapping his little arms around Pure Vanilla Cookie’s legs in a tight hug. The healer chuckled softly, kneeling down to reciprocate and ruffling the little cookie’s hair.

“Hello, little one. Did you miss me?” He asked fondly, “Of course I did, grandpapa! You were all the way in Beast-Yeast for forever! I thought I’d have to take over the kingdom!” The little king huffed, crossing his arms. Pure Vanilla Cookie smiled, chuckling again. He couldn’t help it! He was so cute!

“Aww, I’m sure you’d make an excellent king in my absence!”

“What’re you talking about? Check out the crown on my head; I’m already a king!”

“You’re right, your majesty. My apologies.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie stood up, holding Custard Cookie III closely in his arms. “You look different, by the by.” The little cookie tilted his head, observing all the changes his grandpapa had gone through- the longer hair, the big robes, and even his staff. “Oho, I can assure you I’m still the same cookie.” Pure Vanilla Cookie ruffled his hair again, a gentle smile on his face. Custard Cookie II laughed, pointing at him, “Oh yeah? Prove it!” He said, “Prove it?” The healer reiterated. He thought about it for a moment: how could he prove he was still the same cookie? Hmm…

Suddenly, the little king felt his tummy getting poked everywhere, and immediately little giggles started falling out. “Hehehehe! Grandpapa, that tickles!” He protested, all the while Pure Vanilla Cookie held him closer. “Does it? Are you sure?” Pure Vanilla Cookie nuzzled his cheek, covering it with butterfly kisses as he continued to poke his tummy, “Yes! Hahahaha!” He laughed. Pure Vanilla Cookie couldn’t stop himself from smiling even wider as he listened to the precious giggles from his grandson, and continued with the poking before switching gears and lightly tickling everywhere his fingers could reach. “Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahaha!” Custard Cookie III continued giggling, trying to wriggle away all the while.

“Is that enough proof?” Pure Vanilla Cookie teased, “Do you believe me now?” He continued, leaning his head down as if he were threatening to blow a raspberry. Custard Cookie III squealed, nodding, “Yehehes! I believe you!” He kept giggling, even after Pure Vanilla Cookie retracted his hands. “I’ve got a lot to tell you about Beast-Yeast. Do you think you can walk, your majesty?” He asked, Custard Cookie III shook his head, “I can, but I’d rather be carried. After all, royalty shouldn’t have to touch the ground they walk on.” He said as if it were fact.

Pure Vanilla Cookie shook his head, “Of course! How could I forget?” He paused, then his hands started digging into the little king’s tummy again, “If you’re alright with more tickles, that is!”. Custard Cookie III squealed again, but tried to act unaffected by it, “I-It! Hahahaha! Hahaha! It’s just tickling! I can hahandle it!” He snorted and continued giggling as his grandpapa carried him all the way.

Obviously, he took the longest route possible. Don’t worry, he still gave him a break here and there!

It was so relieving to finally be back home after spending so much time in Beast-Yeast, especially when it meant being able to see family once more. Now where was Clotted Cream Cookie? He needed some “welcome back” tickles, too!

Yes, it was really as plain as day that the healer was still the same as always, wasn’t it?

the end

Sorry if this is kinda short and maybe less immersive or descriptive than my work usually is. I’m gonna go on a rant and tell y’all the reason: I absolutely refuse to have my work interpreted in any way that could possibly be twisted up by proshippers. I know I can’t stop them, but I refuse to feed them or give them fuel! I swear to god, this fandom has such a terrible proshipper problem and it makes it feel impossible for me to do anything with characters that are related or characters that have a huge age difference. If I see one of them interact with my blog at all, I will actually laser them off the platform. Either way, even when that was breathing down my neck, I still had fun writing this! Have a good one 🫶

[ohwormwood]

ISAT OCS: concept art dump and notes

Part 0 | Introductions | Concept Art Dump | Ornithomancy | Memes

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i present to you: the archive of isat oc doodles, pieces, and various other visual media that i have amassed over the course of 6 months!

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messy celest ref! fun note: she knows how to do traditional weaving techniques. her belt in my mind is a tablet weave, but i couldn't exactly get the texture right on scale. also don't look at the hands! i got tired!

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haruka concept and the final design! she went though a couple of iterations, but this the one we settled on. you can see the clothes she's wearing under in her sprite comp as well.

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Aega concepts! she is a Giant Woman; she stands at her 7'8''. her body is actually a porcelain ball jointed doll, made before the island nuke to use as a vessel for her within her shrine. her weapon was originally inspired by the bloodborne trick weapons, and could turn from the naginata to a scythe, but that ended up being scrapped because the design was kinda janky. also, she is heavily inspired by the twin sisters from Kubo and the two strings.

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fuyumi concept art! she's haruka's mom– she doesn't show up until postcanon, but she's genuinely one of my favorite characters and her energy is delightful. she's a rock type but specializes as a rather formidable healer.

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other expressions concept art! there are actually 4 in total; aquila (the eagle), monoceros (the qilin), ophiuchus (the turtle and snake), and draco (who is. obviously. a dragon. but i haven't designed him yet). they're heavily inspired by the four holy beasts from a piece of chinese classical literature. typically, the white tiger takes the place of the qilin, but some versions swap the two. these are essentially the divine beasts from breath of the wild, and they each have their own questline, associated party member, and dungeon accordingly. Himawari is connected to Aquila (DEEPLY and extremely lore relevant fact); Haruka to Ophiuchus (inspired by Asclepius, the greek god of medicine); Celest to Monoceros (the qilin is often compared to a unicorn in the west, though they're pretty distinct); and Ori with Draco (even though he's not pictured here, he's a traditional east asian dragon design and carries a massive pearl).

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original fauna i made for worldbuilding and drawing practice.

the eagle is an Okibi Eagle, whose design is a pretty solid mix between a harpy eagle, the golden eagle, white-tailed eagle, and secretary bird. lore-wise, they were used as falconry birds by a few clans, but disappeared after the Island got nuked. Himawari's design is heavily inspired by them (well, vice-versa, but you get the picture).

the butterflies are actually an enemy; they're called Moonflies, and they're part of the stuff that happens once Aega's influence spreads. Their wing scales shed constantly, and when they're breathed in, they cause a potent anesthetic and hallucinogenic effect similar to what Aega's sleep does. They swarm together and, mechanic-wise, perform a similar service to what the Kings Tears do during his fight. Their coloration changes depending on the lunar phase they emerged during. Their design was a mix of the Aega morpho, japanese luna moth, lyretailed phoenix swallowtail, emerald swallowtail, and blue peacock swallowtail.

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gem trees! they're a ka buan adaptation of favor trees; in the lore we've stated that the favor tree concept itself was an Islander tradition that has been so morphed into common life that most places where the Islanders had some impact has some variation of them. the design and function are extremely similar to shinto traditions of marking sacred trees inhabiting kami with shimenawa, as well as shinboku, trees where tags asking for blessings are left for a shrine's kami to fulfill. instead of tags, carved gemstones are used and hung from the branches of trees. some are natural, old-growth trees like camphor trees, but sometimes there are trees constructed with wire to act as a more stable and malleable version.

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(himawari and aega belong to @dasnercaret; orion belongs to @scramblecat; haruka and fuyumi belong to @aquakirb)

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Part 0 | Introductions | Concept Art Dump | Ornithomancy | Memes

[hippolotamus]

WIP Wednesday 🖤

tagged by the lovely and talented @tizniz @eddiebabygirldiaz mwah! 💖 the beans have taken a swift and sudden break, so I'm cheating by using segments that none of you have ever read before. not once. promise. have this bit of young Evan and Maddie from the witch!eddie/familiar!buck au

Hershey, PA - 1998

“Pleeeeease?” Evan pleads, giving Maddie his widest grin and best puppy dog eyes. In his six years and two months of being alive, this tactic has never failed him. 

Tonight she’s been tasked with babysitting while their parents are out. Which makes him happy because that means she’s the one tucking him into bed and reading him a story. As soon as she finishes their book, because it’s just them, he can’t resist asking for her magick. 

It’s not like she’s not allowed to use it, but for some reason their mom and dad never seem happy when she does. Unless it’s for a practical reason. Even then they look uncomfortable, barely being able to watch while she uses her gift. 

Shouldn’t they be happy? Not every family has magick, but they’re so lucky with Maddie. She’s a natural healer, with the power to make people better. She always makes him better whenever he gets a cut or scrape from falling off his bike, or does something tricky like that time he jumped off the swings and hit his chin when he landed. 

“I should have known you would ask,” Maddie teases.  

She takes her time putting the book back on the shelf and switching off the bedside lamp before making herself comfortable at the foot of his bed. There’s a sliver of light streaming in through the curtains, enough to see Maddie tuck her hair behind her ear and wiggle her fingers at him. The wiggling is mostly for show (he thinks) and to make him giggle. She’s always doing her best to make him smile. He wonders if everyone has a big sister like her. He hopes so. 

Maddie holds one palm out, showing him it’s empty before she turns it face up. With her other hand, she stirs her pointer finger in her cupped palm. Excitement and anticipation run in a gentle current under his skin. It’s a little like a swarm of butterflies in his tummy, or the feeling he gets when the car drives over a big hill. He clutches at his blanket, leaning forward to get a closer view of the pink and green beginning to form. 

“Ready?” She asks.

“Uh-huh,” he answers, eagerly nodding his head. 

They’re only slightly out of sync with one another as they begin counting out loud. “One… two…” Evan takes a deep breath, as much as his growing lungs can hold before Maddie exclaims “Three!”

His breath rushes out of him, blowing into the pink green glow. He watches in awe as it disperses, making the sunburst patterns on his walls light up, warm and golden, illuminating the space like fireflies. 

“You did it!” She praises him as if he had any influence on any of what just happened. He gives her an enormous grin anyway. It feels impossible not to with how content he feels. 

“No, you did!” 

“Well, you did the most important part,” she argues good naturedly, tousling his hair. 

He beams with pride, leaning into the touch. Thankfully, she takes the hint and strokes his forehead with her thumb. 

“Okay, lay down. It’s way past your bedtime.” 

“Not sleepy,” he protests through a yawn. When she gives him an incredulous look, he burrows into the covers, letting his head loll to the side. “Hey, Maddie?”

“Yeah?”

He hums as she resumes lightly scratching his scalp. “Do you think I’ll get my magick soon?”

“I-” Her movements slow almost to a stop, but start again before he can complain. “I don’t know.” 

“Hope so,” he mumbles sleepily. “Can’t wait to have mine, just like you.” 

The mattress shifts and soon he feels her press a kiss to his temple. “Get some sleep, Evan. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

The reassurance is a formality — of course she’ll be around. It’s nice to hear the words anyway. Before she leaves the room, he’s already drifting into a calm slumber, beautiful shades of pink, green, and gold dancing behind his eyelids.

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[ghostfish-cookie]

Welp guess who's back again. Simultaneously took longer, and shorter than intended, but I've got something in the works, but have something to show for it now at least!

It's an AU that is.. yet to have a name, but the basis is that all cookies have animal features! :]

With that in mind, here's the two designs I've got so far!

(Putting them under a cut so the post isn't too long, lol)

Pure Vanilla, a sheep with warm wool, and an equally warm smile. The king of the Vanilla kingdom, he's a gentle and calm healer, and though he has incredible expertise in magic of all kinds, retains healing and protection as his specialties. He really likes his space and his privacy, despite how friendly he is.

I'm not sure about the staff I gave him, but we'll see... It still has the same functionality as his usual orchid staff, just.. a couple more flowers that are much, much smaller. His usual outfit is the one on the right, which is basically his canon outfit, but with the addition of lotsa fluff, hehe! The left is an alternative outfit inspired somewhat by the Pastel Blue costume, because I love it a lot hehehe!

Shadow Milk Blueberry Milk, an eccentric and theatrical rabbit who lives in Pure Vanilla's dreams, quite literally. His situation is somewhat of a mystery to Pure Vanilla, but he knows the rabbit is rather lonely without him. Blueberry Milk is full of jokes, excitement and energy, making every night entertaining through a handmade stageplay, or an intriguing conversation. He's incredibly intelligent despite his chipper and lax attitude, which shows clearest in deeper conversations.

His design is very inspired by the statue seen in Episode 7, though also with definite use of Shadow Milk's current design, and referencing his sprites a little, especially for colors. He might get some design changes over time, mostly adding some details perhaps? His outfit feels a little too plain for him methinks... haveta think about it I suppose :3

In Pure Vanilla's dreams, he'd made a friend unlike any other, and they ended up becoming closer and closer to each other after years and years of talking each and every night. After all, Blueberry already knew Vanilla's deepest secret, so for once, there was nothing for him to hide... which I'll get into later. ;]

I will note, some other characters and their animals have been figured out but not too many. I have most of the other ancients, and some of the other beasts though!

(EDIT: SOME DETAILS LISTED BELOW HAVE BEEN RETCONNED ALREADY... SORRY ABOUT THAT.(When I have a masterpost, I'll be so powerful...))

Dark Cacao: Moose Golden Cheese: Bird(Wow, shocker.. still haven't figured out what kind yet though, because it will be more specific than 'bird') White Lily: Mantis(Possibly Orchid Mantis) Hollyberry: I'm trying to decide between Draconic or a Bear.. hmm...

Mystic Flour: Spider Burning Spice: Lion Honestly don't know enough about the other two beasts to decide for them quite yet methinks..

Here's some more loose ideas I have for other characters:

Werewolf is going to be a wolf, obviously. Cream Ferret, Fig, Kumiho and Cream Unicorn are along the same lines for obvious reasons. Crunchy Chip will also be a wolf most likely(unless I get a better idea(unlikely)) I think Rye should be either a cow or horse I would like the faeries to be bugs, specifically along the lines of butterflies and moths The mer cookies like Crimson Coral, Sorbet Shark, Frilled Jellyfish, Squid Ink, etc. probably will mostly remain how they are, and same with the dragons. Chili Pepper might be a raccoon, or a weasel because I think it'd be funny Strawberry I think is gonna be some kind of cat. Not sure about Wizard and Gingerbrave right now though

Anyway, I'll be back later, Fish out ✌️

[marcmarcmomarc]

If The Owl House had “RWBY”-style cast rolls: Season 2 (King’s Tide)

Starring the voices of

Luz Noceda: Sarah-Nicole Robles

Eda Clawthorne: Wendie Malick

King Clawthorne: Alex Hirsch

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Garlog: André Sogliuzzo

Hooty: Alex Hirsch

Lilith Clawthorne: Cissy Jones

Bounty Collector: Matt Chapman

Abominable Cutie Pie: Matt Chapman

Salty: Steve Blum

Fish Sailor: Matt Chapman

Hunter: Zeno Robinson

Coven Guards: Dee Bradley Baker, Matt Chapman, Zeno Robinson, & Roger Craig Smith

Philip Wittebane/Emperor Belos: Alex Lawther & Matthew Rhys

Odalia Blight: Rachael MacFarlane

Amity Blight: Mae Whitman

Investors: Eric Bauza, Matt Chapman, & Gary Anthony Williams

Willow Park: Tati Gabrielle

Gus Porter: Issac Ryan Brown

Bird Student: Matt Chapman

Principal Bump: Bumper Robinson

Alador Blight: Jim Pirri

Harvey Park: Matt Chapman

Perry Porter: Gary Anthony Williams

Gilbert Park: Eric Bauza

Edric Blight: Ryan O’Flanagan

Emira Blight: Erica Lindbeck

Young King: Dana Terrace

Young Eda: Natalie Palamides

Healer: Eric Bauza

Gwendolyn Clawthorne: Deb Doetzer

Gremlins: Eric Bauza

Master Wortlop: Gary Anthony Williams

Morton: Shannon McKain

Camila Noceda: Elizabeth Grullon

Vee: Michaela Dietz & Sarah-Nicole Robles

Slitherbeast: Fred Tatasciore

Braxas: Kevin Locarro

Bria: Felicia Day

Warden Wrath: Roger Craig Smith

Gavin: Nik Dodani

Angmar: Harvey Guillén

Mattholomule: Jorge Diaz

Hexside Girl: Erica Lindbeck

Hexside Kid: Kari Wahlgren

Malphas: Fred Tatasciore

Graveyard Keeper: Christopher Swindle

Butterfly Illusion: Eden Riegel

Gavin’s Dad: Dee Bradley Baker

Kikimora: Mela Lee

Bat Queen: Isabella Rossellini

Boscha: Eden Riegel

Viney: Ally Maki

Spiked Headed Student: Matt Chapman

Guard Captains: Dee Bradley Baker, Kimberly Brooks, & Fryda Wolff

Penstagram News Announcer: Kimberly Brooks

Raine Whispers: Avi Roque

Darius Deamonne: Keston John

Kevin: Kevin Locarro

Wild Witch: Grey DeLisle

Katya: Grey DeLisle

Amber: Kari Wahlgren

Tinella Nosa: Dana Terrace

Derwin: Zeno Robinson

Cup of Ephemeral Glory: Matt Chapman

Ukla’s Mom: Grey DeLisle

Eberwolf: Kari Wahlgren

Ukla: Grey DeLisle

Young Lilith: Abigail Zoe Lewis

Dell Clawthorne: Peter Gallagher

The Collector: Fryda Wolff

Tarak: Kevin Michael Richardson

Abominations: Bumper Robinson

Opera Singer: Fryda Wolff

Barista: Kari Wahlgren

Rats: Eric Bauza

Teen Girl: Grey DeLisle

Teen Boy: Zeno Robinson

Jacob Hopkins: Roger Craig Smith

Terra Snapdragon: Debra Wilson

Belos Fan: Matt Chapman

Coven Scouts: Dee Bradley Baker, Matt Chapman, Jorge Diaz, Rachael MacFarlane, Dana Terrace, & Debra Wilson

Steve Tholomule: Matt Chapman

Flora D’splora: Eileen Galindo

Knight: Christopher Swindle

Savage Ages Women: Mela Lee & Kari Wahlgren

Savage Ages Men: Matt Chapman

Cyclops Woman: Kari Wahlgren

Three Headed Woman: Eileen Galindo

Red Fang: Gary Anthony Williams

Green Fang: Christopher Swindle

Oracle Student: Arin Hanson

Jerbo: Noah Galvin

Professor Hermonculus: J.B. Blanc

Skara: Kimberly Brooks

Tibbles: Parvesh Cheena

Demon Hunter: Grey DeLisle

Demon Hunter Leader: Kevin Michael Richardson

Principal Faust: Eric Bauza

Young Eye-Eating Monster: Bumper Robinson

Trust Instructor: Roger Craig Smith

Jelly Blob: Eric Bauza

Young Raine: Blu del Barrio

Cyclops Girl: Dana Terrace

Plant Track Student: Bumper Robinson

Teeth Salesman: Matt Chapman

Prim: Kimberly Brooks

Oracle Coven Witch: Mela Lee

Yellow Horned Man: Matt Chapman

Young Inner Belos: Fryda Wolff

Past Golden Guards: Zeno Robinson

King’s Dream Father: Alex Hirsch

King’s Dream Siblings: Matt Chapman

Titan Trapper: Steve Blum

Bill: Chris Houghton

Illusion Teacher: Rachael MacFarlane

Young Gus: Carter Jones

Gus’ Partner: Matt Chapman

Illusion Student: Matt Chapman

Adrian Graye Vernworth: Noshir Dalal

Severine: Dana Terrace

Additional Creature Vocalizations: Dee Bradley Baker

[m0ch1gh0st1]

So last night when I was playing Error Busters I remembered a movie I watched when I was like... 4

If anyone's wondering, the movie is The Last Unicorn

...and I remembered it

WHEN CREAM UNICORN WAS MY HEALER

So here are the roles for the AU I've made so far (not permanent, subject to change as I have yet to complete the Golden Cheese kingdom story in CRK):

🌟 Cream Unicorn Cookie is Amalthea (literally the last unicorn) (I'm gonna use their original unicorn form as the... well, unicorn, and their Nebula Butterfly costume from Ovenbreak as their human form. This is subject to change)

🌟 Espresso Cookie is gonna be Schmendrick (I'm ashamed to admit I had a crush on Schmendrick when I was little)

🌟 Dark Choco Cookie is Prince Lir (mostly bc prince)

🌟 Mozzarella Cookie is Molly Grue (IDK why)

🌟 Dark Cacao Cookie is King Haggard

🌟 Oyster Cookie is Lady Fortuna (I AM NOT CALLING HER MOMMY FORTUNA THAT SOUNDS SO WRONG) (this is definitely subject to change because I'm trying to pick between Affogato and Oyster)

These are all my roles so far. As for names:

🌟 Cream Unicorn Cookie - Cream

🌟 Espresso Cookie - Esp

🌟 Dark Choco Cookie - Choco

🌟 Mozzarella Cookie - Mozzy

🌟 Dark Cacao Cookie - Cacao

🌟 Oyster Cookie - Lady Olly (if Affogato is chosen, it will be Sir Affo)

This AU might make me hyperfixate on Cream Unicorn Cookie. Be prepared if my account suddenly goes pastel =3

[theladyofbloodshed]

Chapter 18 and Azriel is in big trouble

Despite initially feeling excited to visit Azriel’s mother – if only to escape the noise of the city – their plan came to a grinding halt. Elain no longer asked for sunshine, no longer wanted to sit in the garden. She had taken to following Nesta into the library where she either fell mute and stared at the wall in a catatonic state or began to talk in strange verse that terrified Nesta.

The healer had come again and assured them that Elain was well, but perhaps needed her mate close to her to help her heal.

Nesta had demanded another healer see her, not this Madja who had a poor understanding of wellbeing, but Rhysand had claimed she was the best. What a dire state Velaris was in if this quack was considered the best healer it had to offer.

In her murmurings, Elain spoke of worms moving beneath the earth and hearts throbbing in the walls.

It made Nesta sick.

What had been done to them could never be undone.

‘Progress is not linear,’ murmured Azriel who sat in the chair beside her in the library, pouring over a book that had seen better days. Each time that he needed to turn the page, he had to use the tips of his fingers to persuade it to lift and fall. The delicacy reminded Nesta of butterfly wings.

‘This is going backwards,’ she replied, chest aching from witnessing her sister’s regression once more.

Azriel, to his credit, had not pushed Nesta to visit his mother. As soon as Elain’s condition deteriorated again, he had known that Nesta was unlikely to leave the House of Wind without her, so came more regularly in the daylight hours, often bringing books from Rhysand’s own collection that he read whilst sat beside her in the library in near enough silence. The wraiths who moved with the same otherworldliness as his shadows ensured they were all fed and watered.

‘That male. The one with the scar and red hair. When he said they were mates, what did it mean?’ Nesta stroked her index finger down the centre of her book to hold her page. She had found a book in the library about mating bonds. A mate should be able to understand what their partner needed intuitively although Nesta would not let Lucien Vanserra near her sister. A mating bond was said to be the closest connection one could have. ‘That is what Feyre and Rhysand are?’

When Azriel turned to her, his skin seemed paler. ‘We believe that the Mother – our deity – chooses another for you who is an equal in every way.’

She sat up in the chair. ‘Everybody has a mate? Even I have one?’

‘Yes,’ he said, voice rough. The shadows that usually floated between them had disappeared from sight. ‘Some go their whole lives without ever meeting. Some are lucky enough to find their mate.’

Nesta’s eyes snapped to Elain who napped in a chair beside the window. Beams of sun streamed onto her delicate body, bathing her in golden light.

‘That Lucien, he is Elain’s equal? She has no choice in this faerie bond? She is stuck with him for the rest of her life?’

Azriel jumped up out of the chair and backed away a few steps. His fingers tugged at his collar as his siphons pulsed.

‘You have a choice. Mates have a choice to accept the bond.’

‘Elain can choose to destroy it?’

For a long time, Azriel did not speak.

‘Azriel, are you alright?’

‘A mating bond can be severed. Usually, the female can continue her life without interruption, but the male will suffer until the end of his days.’

Nesta sank back in her chair with relief. ‘Good. I do not care for his feelings. I only want Elain to be well. And, for his sake, I hope no entitled male ever arrives here with the notion that I am bound to him.’

Black streaked past the window then the house seemed to tremble from the force of the landing. The sound of boots slamming down the stairs alerted Nesta to an unwanted arrival.

‘Speaking of entitled males,’ she murmured under her breath.

That failed to raise even a slight smile from Azriel who had come over quite clammy.

‘Are you sure you are well?’

On instinct, Nesta reached to press the back of her hand to his forehead but Azriel’s hand met hers before she could. It wasn’t unusual for his skin to feel cold, but even his hands were uncharacteristically damp from sweating palms.

‘Should I send for Madja?’ She murmured. ‘She’ll crow that you need your mate to take care of you.’

His lips parted with the ghost of a word forming upon them.

‘This looks cosy,’ came the thunderous voice of Cassian.

Nesta let Azriel’s fingers slip away from her grip. It was tempting to throw her book at Cassian, but she had a terrible aim. His mere presence filled her with irritation like rubbing stinging nettles on her skin.

‘You two,’ he drawled, crossing the room in long steps, ‘Have been spending a lot of time cooped up in here.’

Without invitation, Cassian sat on the arm of her chair. The furniture creaked from his weight. An arm leaned over her to pluck an apple from the bowl on the small table wedged between her and Azriel.

‘Do you mind?’

Cassian crunched into the apple’s flesh, spraying juice across the rug.

‘Do you want one?’ He asked.

‘Get off of me,’ she hissed.

Before Cassian could even utter another word, Azriel loomed over both of them. Shadows swirled him, lashing like a tail.

‘Move.’

To Nesta’s surprise, Cassian did step away from her, but even more surprising was the smirk flitting onto his face. He carried on eating the apple, hazel eyes bouncing between them and Elain.

‘Rhys needs us in Windhaven. He needs to burn off some of that pent-up energy.’ Cassian grinned. ‘Looks like he’s not the only one. Come on, brother. I promise these Archerons will be right here for you to play hero with later.’

 ***

A bloodied lip and a cracked rib later, Azriel thought that Rhys had managed to burn off the greatest weight of his anger. Cassian had needed to intervene between them before things went too far.

It had been Rhysand’s fault.

He’d claimed that they had no idea of the level of pain he felt in his mate’s absence, throwing it in their faces that they didn’t have mates. Azriel did have a mate. And he was already grieving the bond that Nesta would cut away the moment it was discovered.

Rhys’ fury met his grief and it would have been a hell of a lot worse if Cassian hadn’t slammed into both of them like a juggernaut then thrown a shield in the middle. The pair of them had lay panting on the hard, cracked ground with enough bruises between them to be marvelled over.

They sat in the birchin, letting the heat soak into their bones and cleanse their wounds.

‘Sorry,’ uttered Rhys, breaking the stalemate.

‘It will heal,’ he replied flatly.

Cassian sprawled out on the wood adjacent to them, his towel long abandoned on the rail. ‘I say we go to Spring and take her back by force. Fuck Tamlin.’

‘That will cause a war.’

A war was already coming. Azriel needn’t say it. His intel had been examined enough by all of them. Hybern’s forces were amassing and it was only a matter of time until war would arrive on their lands again. He’d been young and hungry for battle the first time. Now, he had somebody worth fighting for; a female who deserved avenging for the terrible things Hybern did to her.

Like the coward he was, Azriel stayed out of Nesta’s way for the next few days. The excuse of helping Rhys was a good enough shield to excuse his absences. At his request, Mor checked on the sisters and reported back at dinner times. He kept Cassian contained with him mostly although sometimes his brother would fly up to the house with the flimsy excuse of flight practise. Azriel vowed to himself that unless Nesta flooded their bond with panic or anger, he would not keep swooping into rescue her from him lest anybody catch wind of the bond. The last thing he wanted was for it all to blow up in front of their faces before Nesta knew the truth.

He could not deny that he missed her company though.

Even if many of their hours were spent in companiable silence, Azriel was soothed in her presence. There was no need to plug a gap. Nesta cared little if his shadows balled around him – or her. She never pressed him to act sociable because she was content enough to spend her time in solitude.

‘Elain wants to visit the garden again,’ said Cassian, between bites of their dinner. ‘Mor’s in the Hewn City. Maybe you can fly her down? I’ll fly Nesta, of course.’

Azriel’s hand stilled on his fork. ‘What do you mean by “of course”?’

He hated the smirk that had claimed occupancy on his brother’s damn face.

‘We’ve had our own cosy chats in the library in your absence, brother.’ Cassian tossed him a wink. ‘You can hurry on ahead with Elain then me and Nes will arrive when we arrive.’

A spike of anger, red and hot, flared out from him. Cassian had a heartbeat to throw up a shield to deflect the sudden burst of Azriel’s power from the siphon on his chest. It scorched a mark upon the wallpaper in the dining room.

‘Stay the fuck away from Nesta.’

Cassian merely gave a chuckle then sliced through his bloody steak. ‘I’ve had my eye on her since the first time I saw her. Only a matter of time before that mating bond snaps.’

The sounds of Rhys entering the room had Azriel stilling from pulling Truth-Teller out and giving Cassian a drawn-out death.

His violet eyes landed on the burn streaking the wall paper.

‘Who?’

‘Azriel.’

‘Redecorating will be docked from your wages.’ The high lord slumped into a seat. ‘We’re getting closer. I need you with me tomorrow, Cass. I’m meeting Helion at the Steppes, but I want you guarding my back.’

Any other time and Azriel might have felt slighted that he wasn’t the one Rhys needed, but his scarred fingers remained locked around the hilt of his knife, mind elsewhere.

‘Oh, I was going to fly Nesta down here tomorrow.’

‘A shame you won’t be able to now,’ sniped Azriel. His delight was a palpable thing.

Cass leaned back in his chair and sighed loudly. ‘Nesta was so looking forward to it.’

‘She will get over it.’

‘I’d hate to disappoint her.’

‘Then I will do it,’ he replied, gritting his teeth together to keep from flying across the table and smacking Cassian.  

‘What the fuck are you two talking about?’

 Cassian threw on a dashing smile. ‘Just getting acquainted with the Archerons.’

The following morning, Azriel arrived to the House of Wind. His nerves were frayed, worrying over what had possibly transpired between Nesta and Cassian. He was furious with his brother for capitalising on his absence, but Azriel had needed to step away from Nesta before he offered her his damaged heart.

When Nesta spotted him, instead of a warm smile or embrace as he might have liked, he was greeted with an accusatory, ‘Where have you been?’

He shouldn’t have expected anything else.

‘Busy. Trying to bring Feyre home.’

‘Oh.’ Then she added, ‘Your shadows tricked me. I kept thinking you were here too.’

Nesta narrowed her eyes at him then turned on her heel towards the lounge where Elain was eating bites out of a slice of toast. Her sister sat beside her and brushed her knuckles against her glossy, brown hair. He had to admit that Elain did seem to be improving in body, even if it did not extend to her mind. She was still as thin as Nesta, but the lankness of her hair had been replaced with volume, the dull glaze of her eyes was brightening. It was all due to Nesta’s tenderness. When he shared that, Nesta brushed it away.

‘It’s the least I can do,’ she murmured, holding the plate up to Elain to encourage her to nibble at the crusts too.

The ancient one had come down from her apartment at Azriel’s request and sat squinting beneath a parasol in the garden. He owed Amren a necklace worth half of his year’s salary as payment for bringing her research into sunlight hours to watch over Elain. With Rhys, Cass, and Mor all busy for the day, the opportunity to snatch a few hours of time with Nesta was too good for him to refuse. As much as Azriel tried to step back, there was a constant pull towards Nesta. Already in her vicinity, his aching chest had soothed. He’d span another lie to Amren that he would show Nesta the shops in Velaris, but she had told him to be quiet before the lie had even come out. He’d banked on her not wanting to know the details after he’d agreed to pay her in jewels.

As Nesta moved towards the Town House, he caught her fingers and tugged her back.

‘We can visit my mother today.’

Azriel braced himself for a refusal.

Nesta glanced down at her clothing. The pale blue dress she wore had been purchased by him, so he had been glad to see her wear it. Her hair was bound in her preferred style, hiding her pointed ears. To him, she was the most beautiful female in the world.

‘Is this an appropriate outfit?’

The temptation to ask her why it needed to be approved to meet his mother bubbled on his tongue, but he snatched the words away before they could bloom. It felt too much like testing fate by asking that question. She wanted to make a good impression, that was all.

‘You could wear a sack and my mother wouldn’t mind. She is looking forward to meeting you.’

‘Why?’

Azriel hated to see how self-conscious Nesta was. Already he could see her defences rising – that she was an attraction in a sideshow to be stared at.

‘Let’s go.’  

From their winnowing to the House of Wind that culminated in a short, steep flight, Nesta believed that she needed to cling onto him in a similar way for the journey to Illyria. He was such a bastard that he did not correct her when she nuzzled close to him in a familiar way and wrapped her arms around him. Azriel reasoned that it would be too awkward for her if he corrected her now. And he was a bastard who enjoyed the closeness of her body.

A pulse of wind hit them as they arrived to Illyria. The wildflowers were in full bloom, streaking the long grass with reds, yellows, and blues. The windows to the cabin were propped open, allowing the summer’s day to sweep through the home.

His mother was in front of the cabin, sewing in a chair on the decking while her wings splayed out behind her, catching sunlight. Her head raised at their arrival – likely the wards had alerted her to the movement. A smile stretched across her face then she was moving to greet them.

Beside him, Nesta had turned rigid.

When he slid his hand into hers, she did not protest.

‘A surprise like no other,’ his mother called.

Azriel kissed her cheek in greeting as her arms wrapped him into an embrace. She stepped away to look at Nesta. He wondered if he also wore that reverent look when he gazed upon her. Rovena stroked a hand down Nesta’s arm, lips pressing together to avoid tears.

‘Oh, you are lovely.’

When his mother embraced Nesta, she did not seem to know how to respond. Her body remained carved from stone, arms hanging at her side, unused to this maternal contact. Azriel squeezed her fingers.  

‘Have you eaten?’

Nesta practically whispered, ‘No.’

That was all the invitation his mother needed to swoop an arm around Nesta’s shoulders and to guide her towards the wooden home. She spoke of the mountains behind it, pointed to a village on the horizon that was too blurry to make out, all while Nesta remained in a reverential silence.

The unwavering love of a mother was an impossible force to run from. Try as she might, Nesta succumbed to it too. Soon, his mother had her smiling brighter than he’d ever seen as she instructed Nesta on preparing a true Illyrian breakfast. They combined ingredients to produce a dough while Azriel held a lamb.

‘Where has this come from?’

‘Elias had a strange lambing season. Many came too soon. Some too late. Mothers rejected many,’ explained Rovena as she flattened the dough with a wooden rolling pin. ‘We are trying to keep them strong. Marcela has taken on four of the lambs. Two is enough for me.’

The skinny lamb bleated in his arms making Nesta coo.  

‘I cannot believe I eat them,’ she said.

‘I don’t know whether I will be able to any more,’ his mother admitted. ‘I’m up all hours of the night feeding them both.’

While the females began to open up to each other, sharing gentle but worthwhile conversation, Azriel was tasked with keeping the lamb warm. It shivered and bleated in his arms like he was hurting it, despite his mother’s insistence that he wasn’t.

Nesta came to stroke the animal in his arms, but it continued to bleat.

‘I will have no problem eating you if you keep making that noise,’ he said firmly to the lamb.  

‘It is good practise for your own children,’ said his mother, looking between them both.

Azriel’s eyes went wide and he shook his head in warning.

‘I hope Azriel won’t eat his children,’ teased Nesta.

Azriel hoped the cabin would cave in on him rather than face the web of lies he had been spinning for weeks. It was harder and harder to tread between the threads without tripping himself up.

‘After breakfast, you can feed them if you like, Nesta.’

Whilst a feeling of peril pervaded in case his mother accidentally let slip about their mating bond, Azriel could not deny the joy that had come as a result of Nesta visiting Illyria. His mother’s confidence had been bolstered as if she knew she had to be the braver one after what Nesta had gone through. Nesta too seemed glad to be nurtured by a soft, maternal figure. There was so much of her life that he did not know, but from the few fragments of her history gleaned from Rhys, it was not a happy childhood for any of the sisters.

‘Here,’ she said, handing him a plate of breakfast.

If he ate this, he’d be accepting the bond that she knew nothing about.

Azriel stared down at the little pastries drizzled with cream and honey, unsure how to react.

‘You can see how it compares to your mother’s cooking.’

The longer Nesta waited, the greater the disappointment on her face.

‘There is something wrong with my son,’ said Rovena. ‘He has never liked these. They’re a staple of Illyrian food, but he is not right and won't eat them.’ She gave a smile that didn’t meet her eyes and accepted the plate from Nesta. Without missing a beat, she tried one that Nesta had prepared. ‘A true Illyrian in the kitchen. My son is missing out.’

After breakfast, Nesta was shown how to feed the lambs with a bottle of milk so she sat in the meadow like a girl from a story with the lambs upon her lap, feeding them.

‘Azriel.’

His mother’s voice was edged with warning.

‘You haven’t told her.’

There was no other female for him. No other female he could imagine bringing home to his mother, one who would immediately follow her guidance to prepare food from his people.

‘You need to tell her.’

The sting of his mother’s disappointment weighed heavier than any blow. Rovena had her hands clasped in front of her, expecting the goodness that she had shared with him to shine out. For a vow that he would do the right thing. That he would let Nesta decide her own fate.

‘I know,’ he said, the only response he could manage.

His gaze tracked back to Nesta in a summons that he could not deny.

She leaned back against the fence, cradling one of the lambs against her body as it fed. Azriel could make out the slight movement of her lips as if she was whispering or singing softly to the creature while her knuckles brushed against its white fleece.

‘Azriel.’

The idea of Nesta discovering the truth and rejecting him already felt like a fire flowing through his chest. If she severed the bond, he would never recover. It was such a delicate thing, so rare and special, that he wished he could celebrate it rather than hiding it from the people he loved, hiding it from his mate.

‘Look at this,’ said Rovena, tugging his stare away from Nesta.

From her box of sewing, she pulled out a coarse thread and tied it into a knot.

‘You built a lie around the truth and the lie has continued to grow.’

She threaded more knots on top of each other so it became a jumbled mess.

‘How can you fix it?’

Azriel took the knotted thread. He was tempted to reach for his knife to cut the thread, but his mother had never been fond of that part of him. Her upset had never been voiced. She would never turn her back on him for it. But Azriel knew that she wished he had chosen a different path than being the avenging blade for his high lord.

Her warm, brown fingers landed on his.

‘It will take time – and patience - but every knot can be undone.’ Her fingers closed around his, still holding the string. ‘Sometimes, we need to leave it for a little while and return to it with a calmer mind.’

Azriel swallowed against the dryness clawing up his throat. ‘I have waited five hundred years for her.’

‘There, you have shown you can be patient. Tell her the truth and give her time, Azriel. Be the male that I know you are.’

Mama said I'm going to kick your ass if you don't tell that girl

[witchthewriter]

@seasmokes-rider.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠! He is the kindest man out of the characters. And I truly believe everyone can agree on that. He's protective and open and devoted. He would be the most balanced choice - it would work even in reality.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Loves playing with your hair, hands, stroking your face and placing gentle kisses to your body. His Love Language is definitely Physical Touch &

Harwin is known for his loyalty. In a relationship, this loyalty would translate into a deep and unwavering commitment to his partner. You could count on him to stand by your side through thick and thin, offering steadfast support and protection.

Likes to make you laugh; loves hearing the sound. Harwin enjoys sitting by the fire, on the floor with you in his lap. He slowly rocks back and forth, talking to each other about your days. Jokes and comments are traded back and forth; laughing at the quips.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Would That I by Hozier

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 

Aggressively Supportive & Protective

Tol x Smol

Constantly Trying To Make You Blush In Public (Harwin) x Worked At First But Now You're Used To It (You)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your creativity, your opinions, intelligence, and idealistic yet practical nature. Your whole personality is a highlight for him. That's why he will never wish to leave you - you just fascinate him too much.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

I think Helaena Targaryen would be such a brilliant friend to you especially. Because I think you'd be the type of person to take their time to understand her. It takes a while for her to open up but once she realises that you have no other motives; she starts to see you as an older sister.

Over the years, when you and Harwin have left court and go live on your large land. Helaena comes with her children and stays for a few months. It's where she feels the most at ease. And most definitely brings Dreamfyre with her as well.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲𝐬! Your personalities have similarities. Fenrys puts on a face, he's bubbly and charismatic - the star in a lot of people's lives. And you always had a crush on him (who didn't???) But never thought your feelings would be returned...

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You are his literal sunshine. The light in his darkness. You pull him out of sadness every. single. day. He does the exact same for you. While also holding a safe space for you. Understanding your introverted nature. A mated pair. Linked with an invisible golden thread.

It's very hard for him not to have you physically near him. Like a piece of him is lost. A definite trauma from Maeve and his twin. He feels like you're his close family now. And as close family, he needs to be able to know where you are at all times.

Is always able to make butterflies erupt in your stomach, your cheeks blush and nose crinkle. He gives you little nicknames like 'twinkle toes,' 'sweetheart,' 'pretty girl.'

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

As Pure As Driven Snow by Rachel Zegler

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 

Soulmates

Found Family

You Fell First, But They Fall Harder

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your kindness. Your empathy. Your compassion. He admires you so innately. Watching you with other people ... he just cannot explain the overwhelming warm-love that erupts inside him. The first time this happened; he realised he would die for you.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

Yrene and you absolutely click. You really remind me of her, but the differences make a big change in how I view you. For instance, she is a healer type, and while I think you're capable of anything - I think you're more creative than scientific.

𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐫! Okay so I was going to match you with Ubbe but I had this feeling that you could also be with someone who is different from you. Who isn't the nicest person in the group. But still holds space for your feelings and well ... the whole of you. Because when you love someone, you treat them differentally from the general public.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

THIS IS AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS STORY BABY. A dark romance. Grumpy x sunshine. Anyone touches you, THEY'RE DEAD. No one can say a bad word about you lest it gets back to Ivar somehow.

Ivar is known for his intense passions, whether in battle, politics, or personal relationships. This intensity would translate into a deeply passionate relationship.

As his partner, you would likely find his intellect stimulating and engaging. Conversations with him would be intellectually enriching, and his resourcefulness would often lead to innovative solutions to problems.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Please Please Pleased by Sabrina Carpenter

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 

Enemies to Lovers

Opposites Attract

Stuck Together

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Is that you're a ride or die when you come to trust someone. And that same loyalty is reflected in him...so it's a double ride or die. You know neither of you will betray the other - no matter what.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

Your best friend is Torvi. She just understands people in so many different ways. It's like there's no judgement - like an apparent knowingness of the human experience or human logic. And I guess that's how you would relate to her - because she isn't loud or extraverted. She likes to sit back and observe.

[luxarrow]

The Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus' touched their mouth against the curve of the other Aeon's shoulder. It is but a brief brush- soft as a butterfly's wings fluttering. Soft. And yet, one would also feel a light sting, an unnatural warmth blooming like a brand. A disease.

Acceptance. Poison. Affection. Intoxicating.

Lan is well aware of The Plague Author’s presence within THEIR domain of stars.

Normally, the Aeons of Life and Death would clash—splitting each other’s celestial forms with weapons and curses. But this time, The Hunt has chosen a different course of action.

THEY give Yaoshi no acknowledgment and Lan continues with the starforge, shaping a weapon from the embers of stars to add to THEIR armory. 

But The Healer is never one to be ignored. It doesn’t take long before Yaoshi begins to provoke—choosing, as always, the most infuriating method. THEIR poisoned lips brush against the broad span of Lan’s shoulder, and a flicker of unnatural warmth blooms in the contact’s wake. It tickles. It sickens.

Lan’s grip tightens on the raw stellar material. THEIR nails dig into the half-formed weapon until it fractures in THEIR grasp, shattering like glass—comets falling from THEIR palm.

“Use your words, my beloathed.”

Lan turns THEIR gaze toward Yaoshi and sees the mark THEY left behind—golden vines sprouting where Sanctus Medicus once laid claim to sappire flesh. A growl, low and deep, escapes The Archer. Dark sapphire nails rake over the infestation, shredding the cursed growth before it can take root in THEIR celestial body.

“Why are you here?” Lan hisses. “I am preoccupied by my duty. I am not yours to play with. I am yours to battle—and only that.”

The words are harsh. Sharp as a Lux Arrow. But they are not true. They ring hollow in the cold silence of space.

A pause. Then softly, bitterly:

“Lonely, Yaoshi? Is that what this is? Do I fill that emptiness for you?”

[aghost-writer]

Wisteria

Chapter 6

This is a Yandere Demon Slayer x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the Butterfly Estate. The gentle sound of rustling leaves and the soft hum of insects created a calming ambiance, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world. Y/N L/N found herself in the healing room, surrounded by the familiar scent of herbs and the comforting feel of the cool wooden floor beneath her bare feet. The quiet space, usually reserved for recovering demon slayers, felt heavy today, laden with tension.

She was in the middle of organizing a small shelf of medical supplies when the door swung open, and a figure stumbled in, leaning heavily against the wall for support. Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira, had clearly seen better days. His usual radiant demeanor was dulled by fatigue and pain, his vibrant red-and-yellow haori torn in several places, revealing deep gashes across his skin. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, and his typically bright eyes were clouded with exhaustion.

“Y/N!” he called out, his voice strained but determined.

Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Despite his injuries, Rengoku radiated an undeniable warmth that seemed to envelop the room. This was the first time she had ever met him, or at least the first time she could remember. She had heard his name whispered among the other Hashira and the demon slayers but had never encountered him personally. For some reason, however, she felt an inexplicable connection to him.

“Rengoku-san! What happened?” Y/N rushed to his side, her instincts as a healer kicking in as she assessed his injuries. The gashes were ugly, bleeding sluggishly and hinting at the possibility of infection. She noted the way he winced as he shifted his weight, the pained expression that flashed across his face.

“I had a run-in with a particularly nasty demon,” he replied, a lopsided grin appearing despite the pain. “But that’s not important right now. I need you to help me.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “But Shinobu—”

“Is off on a mission,” Rengoku cut in, his voice firm. “And she won’t be back for a while. I can’t wait that long, and I refuse to let these wounds fester. I need your help, Y/N.”

She hesitated, glancing toward the door as if expecting Shinobu to burst in at any moment. The absence of the Insect Hashira felt heavy in the air, and Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Despite Rengoku’s insistence, she felt a strange reluctance. “But I’m not—”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” he interjected, determination shining in his eyes. “You have the skills. I’ve seen you treat the others. You can do this.”

Y/N bit her lip, her mind racing. She felt the weight of his gaze, a mix of expectation and desperation, and it stirred something deep within her—a flicker of determination mingled with irritation. Why did he have to make it sound so simple? 

“I—I can try,” she finally relented, guiding him toward one of the nearby futons. “But you have to stay still, okay? You’re going to make this harder than it needs to be if you keep moving around.”

Rengoku chuckled softly, the sound a little strained. “I promise to be still. Just for you.”

As he settled onto the futon, Y/N quickly retrieved her medical supplies. She began cleaning the wounds, her movements precise and focused, but her mind drifted. This was her first real interaction with Rengoku, yet it felt like she was trying to navigate a foggy maze, lost and disoriented. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was wearing a mask—one that hid her true self beneath layers of forced smiles and muted joy.

“Why do you look so serious?” Rengoku’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she glanced up to find him watching her closely, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

“I’m… I’m just trying to focus,” she replied, the irritation in her voice barely masked. “I don’t have memories, Rengoku-san. I don’t remember anything before joining the Demon Slayer Corps. I don’t even know what happiness feels like anymore.”

His gaze softened, and for a moment, the room was filled with an understanding silence. “You’re not alone, you know. We all have our burdens to bear,” he said, his voice steady and warm. “I’ve faced demons that haunt me, too. But it’s how we move forward that matters.”

Y/N felt her heart ache at his words, but she quickly steeled herself against the rush of emotions. “It’s just… I feel like I’m playing a role, like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not. I can’t express true happiness when I don’t even know what it is.”

“Then let’s find it together,” Rengoku said earnestly. “You can train under me. I’ll show you how to harness your strength, how to wield your emotions as a weapon against the demons. You’ll discover what it means to be happy and to fight for what you care about.”

She paused, her hands freezing mid-motion as his words sank in. “Train under you? Why would you want me to do that?”

“Because I see potential in you,” he replied, his gaze unwavering. “You have a fire inside you that’s just waiting to be ignited. I want to help you find it.”

Y/N’s heart raced at his sincerity. The idea of training under the Flame Hashira was both exhilarating and terrifying. But beneath the layers of doubt and self-preservation, there was a flicker of something she hadn’t felt in a long time—a spark of hope. 

“Why do you care so much?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t even know me.”

“Exactly,” he said, a playful smile breaking through his seriousness. “And that’s why I want to get to know you. Everyone has their own struggles, but it’s those struggles that shape us. I want you to discover who you are, and I believe you can do that by training with me.”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, her emotions swirling. “It’s not that simple. What if I can’t do it? What if I disappoint you?”

“Then I’ll help you pick yourself back up,” Rengoku assured her, his tone unwavering. “I’ve seen warriors crumble under pressure, but I’ve also seen them rise again. It’s not about never failing; it’s about how you choose to rise after you fall. And I’ll be right there with you every step of the way.”

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth at his words. It was rare for someone to show such unwavering faith in her, especially when she felt like a ghost, flitting through life without purpose. 

“Just think about it,” he continued, sensing her hesitance. “You have the potential to become a great warrior, and you won’t be alone. You’ll have the support of the Demon Slayer Corps, and you’ll have me. Together, we can face whatever darkness comes our way.”

Y/N looked down, her fingers trembling slightly as they worked on his wounds. She felt the weight of his gaze, the sincerity of his intentions, and it made her heart ache in a way she couldn’t quite understand. It was an unfamiliar sensation—this flicker of hope, mixed with the fear of what it could mean.

“What if I can’t?” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “What if I’m not strong enough?”

“Then you’ll grow stronger,” Rengoku replied confidently. “That’s the beauty of it. Strength isn’t just about physical power; it’s about resilience, determination, and the will to keep going. I believe you have all that within you, just waiting to be unleashed.”

For a moment, Y/N was silent, lost in thought. The idea of training under Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, felt like a beacon in her foggy world. It was an opportunity to discover herself, to peel away the layers of uncertainty and find something real beneath. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still wearing a mask, hiding behind a facade of strength.

“Okay,” she finally said, her voice steady but tinged with uncertainty. “I’ll think about it.”

Rengoku beamed, the brightness of his smile banishing the shadows of pain that lingered in the room. “That’s all I ask. Take your time, Y/N. It’s a big decision, and I won’t rush you. But know that I’m here for you.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and trepidation. As she continued tending to his wounds, the atmosphere shifted. The air was charged with unspoken possibilities, the promise of growth, and the hope of discovering what happiness might feel like. 

As she applied the final touches to his injuries, a sense of warmth spread through her, igniting a small flicker of determination within. It was as if Rengoku’s unwavering faith in her was a light guiding her through the darkness that had engulfed her for so long.

But still, a nagging thought lingered in the back of her mind—would she be able to break through the mask she had been wearing for so long? Would she be able to embrace the happiness that eluded her, or was she destined to remain a shadow of herself, forever lost in the fog of forgotten memories?

Just as she finished wrapping the last of his wounds, the door creaked open, and a couple of nameless members of the Demon Slayer Corps peeked in

, their eyes widening at the sight of Rengoku bandaged and resting on the futon.

“Is everything alright in here?” one of them asked, concern etched on his face.

“Just getting a little help,” Rengoku replied, his voice still strong despite the injuries. “Y/N is taking excellent care of me.”

The nameless members exchanged glances, a mix of admiration and curiosity evident on their faces. “We heard Shinobu was away, and we weren’t sure if you needed assistance.”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush under their gaze, her heart racing as they looked at her with newfound respect. It was strange to feel noticed, especially in a place where she often felt like a ghost. But she didn’t know how to handle it—how to express the joy that was bubbling beneath the surface, masked by uncertainty.

“We’re all glad to see you helping, Y/N,” the second member chimed in. “You’ve become quite the asset to the Corps.”

“Thank you,” she managed to say, her voice soft but sincere. She felt a mix of emotions swirl within her, a blend of pride and insecurity. It was one thing to be recognized as a healer, but being viewed as an asset felt like a weight on her shoulders.

Once the nameless members had left, Rengoku turned to her with a playful glint in his eye. “See? You’re already making a difference.”

Y/N offered a small smile, though it felt fragile, as if it might shatter under the pressure of her insecurities. “I’m just doing what I can.”

“Exactly! And that’s how it starts,” he replied, his enthusiasm infectious. “Every small action contributes to the bigger picture. The more you train, the more you’ll realize how much potential you have.”

“I guess…” she trailed off, her thoughts swirling. She wanted to believe him, to accept the flicker of hope he offered. But the mask she wore felt heavy, and she couldn’t shake the nagging fear that it might never come off.

Rengoku, sensing her hesitation, leaned back against the futon, wincing slightly. “Just promise me you’ll consider it, Y/N. You have the heart of a true warrior, and I want to help you bring it out.”

“I promise,” she said, the words tumbling from her lips before she could think too much about them. “I’ll think about training with you.”

“Good,” he replied, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “I believe in you.”

As they sat in the healing room, a new bond began to form between them—one rooted in understanding, hope, and the shared goal of facing the demons that lurked both outside and within. In that moment, Y/N felt the weight of her mask begin to shift, and for the first time in a long while, she dared to imagine a future where she could find herself again, free from the shadows of her past. 

But as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of pink and orange, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Would she ever truly find happiness? Would she be able to embrace the strength that Rengoku saw within her? 

Only time would tell, and as she looked at Rengoku, the Flame Hashira who had sparked something within her, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she was ready to take the first step toward discovering her true self.

The sun dipped low in the sky, painting the Butterfly Estate in hues of orange and purple. As evening approached, the air was filled with the sounds of chirping crickets and rustling leaves, creating a peaceful atmosphere. Y/N L/N found herself wandering through the beautiful gardens, her thoughts still heavy from the earlier conversation with Rengoku. The lingering warmth of hope and determination mingled with the shadows of uncertainty that clouded her mind.

As she strolled, admiring the vibrant flowers and the delicate flutter of butterflies, a figure emerged from the path ahead. It was Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira. Y/N had heard whispers of her among the other Demon Slayers but had never met her face-to-face. The sight of Mitsuri made her pause; the woman radiated an aura of warmth and kindness, her bright pink hair cascading down her shoulders, framing her delicate face.

“Y/N!” Mitsuri called, her voice sweet and melodic. As she approached, a bright smile spread across her face, making her eyes sparkle with excitement. “I’ve been looking for you!”

Y/N blinked, surprised by the enthusiasm in her voice. “Me? Why?”

“I wanted to see if you’d like to join me for dinner in the village tonight!” Mitsuri’s cheeks flushed slightly, and Y/N noticed the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her uniform. “I thought it might be nice for us to spend some time together. You know, to get to know each other better.”

Y/N felt a strange mix of emotions at the invitation. The idea of spending time with someone new was appealing, especially given her struggles to connect with others in the Corps. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more behind Mitsuri’s enthusiasm. 

“Dinner sounds nice,” she replied cautiously. “But… you don’t even know me.”

“I want to know you!” Mitsuri exclaimed, her excitement palpable. “You’re so talented and strong. I admire you a lot, Y/N. Plus, it’s always nice to make new friends, right?”

As Y/N looked into Mitsuri’s bright, expressive eyes, she felt an unexpected warmth blooming in her chest. There was an earnestness in Mitsuri’s demeanor that was hard to resist. “Alright, I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

“Yay! This is going to be so much fun!” Mitsuri beamed, her eyes sparkling with joy. “Let’s go before it gets too dark!”

They made their way toward the village, the path illuminated by the fading light of the sun. Mitsuri walked beside Y/N, her cheerful chatter filling the air. She spoke of her experiences as a Hashira, her love for the people she fought to protect, and her desire to connect with those around her. Y/N found herself drawn to Mitsuri’s vibrant spirit, despite her lingering apprehension.

As they reached the village, the aroma of sizzling food wafted through the air, enveloping them in warmth. Mitsuri led Y/N to a quaint little restaurant adorned with lanterns and the sound of laughter spilling out from within. The atmosphere was lively, and Y/N felt a flicker of excitement as they entered, the welcoming ambiance wrapping around her like a comforting blanket.

“Let’s get a table over there!” Mitsuri pointed to a cozy corner filled with cushions and low tables. “I hope you’re hungry!”

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of ease settle over her. “I am. I could use a good meal.”

As they settled into their seats, Mitsuri’s energy was contagious. She ordered a variety of dishes, her eyes lighting up as she talked about each one, sharing stories from her past and her experiences with the Demon Slayer Corps. Y/N listened intently, occasionally interjecting with her own thoughts and stories.

But beneath the surface of their conversation, Y/N could sense something deeper in Mitsuri’s gaze. There was an intensity in the way she looked at her, an unwavering focus that felt almost overwhelming at times. It made Y/N’s heart race, both in excitement and discomfort.

“Mitsuri, do you… do you really think I’m talented?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability of the question hung in the air, revealing the insecurities that lingered within her.

“Absolutely!” Mitsuri exclaimed, leaning forward, her enthusiasm unwavering. “You have such incredible strength, and your healing abilities are remarkable! I truly admire you.”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, a mix of pride and embarrassment bubbling within her. “Thank you, but I’m still learning. I don’t know if I’m really that special.”

“Of course, you are!” Mitsuri’s voice was firm, her gaze unwavering. “You’re the only one for me, Y/N. I’ve watched you, and I can’t help but feel this connection between us. You’re someone I want to protect and cherish.”

Y/N’s heart raced at the intensity of Mitsuri’s words, the implication of what she said weighing heavily in the air. “Connection?”

Mitsuri’s expression softened, and she reached across the table, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s hand. “Yes. I feel it every time I see you. You’re special to me, Y/N. I want to be the one you can rely on, the one who makes you smile.”

Y/N swallowed hard, caught between the warmth of Mitsuri’s affection and the unease of her own feelings. “I… I appreciate that, really. But I’m still trying to figure things out myself. I don’t even remember much from my past.”

“Then let me help you remember,” Mitsuri replied softly, her grip tightening around Y/N’s hand. “I want to be the one by your side, to help you find happiness again.”

Y/N’s heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Mitsuri’s intensity was intoxicating, and for a moment, she felt herself drawn in, the warmth of her presence wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. But as her mind raced, she couldn’t shake the fear of what such closeness could mean.

“Mitsuri, I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m still trying to understand myself. I can’t promise anything.”

“I don’t need promises,” Mitsuri responded, her eyes shimmering with determination. “All I want is to be there for you, no matter what. You’re the only one for me, and I’ll do anything to show you how much you mean to me.”

The words sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine, the weight of their meaning settling heavily in the air. Mitsuri’s devotion was unwavering, but it felt like a double-edged sword—comforting yet suffocating.

“Mitsuri, I—”

“Shh,” Mitsuri interrupted, her gaze softening as she leaned closer. “Let’s just enjoy our time together, okay? No pressure. Just us.”

Y/N nodded slowly, the intensity of Mitsuri’s presence washing over her. They continued to share stories and laughter, the warmth of the moment enveloping them. Y/N couldn’t deny the connection she felt with Mitsuri; it was undeniable and thrilling yet daunting.

As the evening wore on and they finished their meal, the sky above them darkened, stars beginning to twinkle against the deep blue canvas. Mitsuri stood, offering her hand to Y/N with a bright smile. “Let’s take a walk through the village. I want to show you my favorite spot!”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the warmth in Mitsuri’s eyes drew her in. She took her hand, feeling a rush of comfort and excitement. “Okay, let’s go.”

As they strolled through the village, laughter echoed around them, the vibrant energy of the night lifting Y/N’s spirits. Mitsuri shared tales of her past, her love for the people around her, and her passion for protecting those she cared about. Each word poured from her heart, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel captivated by her spirit.

But beneath the surface, the unspoken tension simmered—a yearning for connection, a desire to break free from the shadows of her past, and a flicker of fear about the depth of Mitsuri’s feelings. 

As they reached a secluded spot overlooking the village, Y/N found herself breathless at the beauty of the view. The lights of the village twinkled like stars, reflecting the warmth of the community below. She turned to Mitsuri, who stood beside her, her gaze fixed on Y/N with an intensity that made her heart race.

“This is my favorite place,” Mitsuri said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “It reminds me that there’s beauty in the world, and it’s worth fighting for.”

Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of Mitsuri’s words. In that moment, she realized that she longed for connection and understanding, but she was still so lost in her own confusion. 

“Mitsuri, I don’t know how to express what I’m feeling,” Y/N admitted, her voice trembling. “I want to connect with you, but I’m scared of what that means.”

“Don’t be scared, Y/N,” Mitsuri said gently, taking a step closer. “I’m here for you, and I’ll always protect you. You’re the only one for me. I want to help you find your happiness again, no matter what it takes.”

Y/N’s heart raced at the intensity of her words, the depth of Mitsuri’s feelings overwhelming yet intoxicating. She felt the warmth of Mitsuri’s presence wrap around her like a comforting blanket, but a small voice in her mind warned her of the potential dangers lurking beneath the surface.

As they stood there, staring out over the village, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for them. Would she be able to embrace the connection that Mitsuri offered, or would her fears keep her locked in the shadows? 

Only time would tell, and as the stars began to twinkle above them, Y/N felt a flicker of hope—a chance to discover herself anew, surrounded by the warmth of someone who genuinely cared.

Days passed at the Butterfly Estate, and the absence of Shinobu weighed heavily on Y/N’s heart. The vibrant energy of the estate felt dull without the lively presence of the Insect Hashira, and the quietness often left her feeling lonely. She spent her days wandering the gardens, reading in the library, and occasionally helping out in the healing room, but the absence of companionship gnawed at her.

The bustling atmosphere of the estate often reminded her of the camaraderie she craved but could not find among the other Demon Slayers. With the sun shining high in the sky, Y/N decided to make her way to the dining area for lunch. She hoped that a meal might alleviate her loneliness, even if only temporarily.

As she entered the dining hall, she was met with the lively chatter of Uzui Tengen and his three wives, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. The Hashira was known for his flamboyant personality and unmatched combat skills, and today, he radiated a magnetic energy that drew her in despite her reluctance. 

“Y/N! Come join us!” Tengen called out, his voice booming with enthusiasm. “We were just talking about our latest mission. You should hear this story!”

She hesitated, feeling a pang of annoyance at the attention. Yet, with no other company to keep her spirits up, she forced a smile and approached the table. The warmth of their laughter was inviting, yet Y/N couldn’t shake off the discomfort gnawing at her. 

“Hey there, you look a little lonely!” Hinatsuru said with a warm smile, patting the spot next to Tengen. “Why don’t you sit with us?”

Y/N’s heart raced at the suggestion. She was about to decline when Tengen pulled her down onto his lap with an easy grin. “It’s more comfortable here! Right, Y/N?” His possessive grip on her waist made her skin crawl, but she plastered a smile on her face, hiding her discomfort behind a mask of politeness.

“Yeah, um… comfortable,” she managed to reply, her voice strained. She didn’t want to offend him or his wives, but the intimacy of the gesture made her heart race for all the wrong reasons. 

Suma, noticing Y/N’s tense demeanor, chirped, “You’re always welcome here! We’re all friends, after all!”

Y/N nodded, forcing herself to engage in the conversation, but her mind drifted elsewhere. The stories they shared were filled with excitement and camaraderie, but the deeper she listened, the more she felt detached. It was clear that the bond between the group was strong, but no matter how hard she tried, Y/N felt like an outsider looking in.

“Uzui, tell Y/N about that time we took down a swarm of demons!” Makio exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You were so brave!”

Y/N forced herself to focus, trying to engage with the stories. Tengen regaled her with tales of their latest mission, his bravado on full display. He animatedly described the fierce battle, and the thrill of victory was infectious. Yet, despite the jovial atmosphere, she felt a growing emptiness inside her, a loneliness that seemed to overshadow even the brightest of moments.

“Y/N, what do you think?” Tengen asked, his voice cutting through her thoughts as he squeezed her waist slightly, drawing her attention back to him. 

“Uh… it sounds intense,” she replied, her voice lacking the enthusiasm she wished she could convey. “You all work really hard.”

Hinatsuru’s expression faltered for a moment, catching the underlying tension in Y/N’s voice. “Are you alright? You seem a bit distant today.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N insisted quickly, forcing another smile. “Just… thinking.”

Suma leaned closer, concern etched on her features. “You don’t have to pretend with us, you know. We’re all friends here.”

Y/N’s heart sank. It was kind of them to reach out, but their efforts only highlighted her growing disconnect from the Demon Slayer Corps. “Really, I’m just getting used to everything,” she lied, her chest tightening as she spoke. 

As lunch continued, Tengen’s grip remained possessive, his presence overwhelming. While his enthusiasm and energy were captivating to others, Y/N found it suffocating. She didn’t like the way he held her, the way it felt like he was marking his territory. Even surrounded by people, she felt more isolated than ever.

As the laughter echoed around her, she felt a growing sense of resentment. Despite their kindness, she couldn’t bring herself to truly connect with anyone. It was as if an invisible wall separated her from the others, and no matter how much she tried to break it down, she remained firmly on the outside. 

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Tengen’s voice broke through her thoughts once more. 

“Of course! Just… thinking about the next mission,” she lied, a twinge of irritation rising within her. 

“Ah, that’s my girl!” he replied with a wide grin, oblivious to her discomfort. “You’ll make an excellent Demon Slayer. Just like my wives!”

The casual mention of “his girls” made her cringe internally, reminding her of how little control she felt over her own life. While Tengen’s wives were sweet and supportive, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just another part of the dynamic they had established, an addition to their already close-knit circle. 

As lunch progressed, Y/N’s stomach twisted in discomfort, and she struggled to keep up with the lighthearted banter. She smiled and laughed on cue, but inside, a storm brewed—a mixture of frustration, loneliness, and a desire for something deeper than what she was experiencing.

When the meal finally ended, Tengen helped her to her feet, and she felt relief wash over her. “Let’s do this again sometime, Y/N!” he exclaimed, clearly enjoying himself. 

“Sure,” she replied, forcing another smile. But as she turned to leave, she felt a heaviness in her chest, a longing for something more fulfilling. 

In the quiet of her room later that evening, Y/N leaned against the wall, staring out the window at the stars. The vastness of the night sky felt comforting yet lonely, a reflection of her own feelings. She didn’t want to feel this way, but she couldn’t shake the sense that she didn’t belong here, among the Demon Slayers.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes, wishing for a connection that felt genuine, a sense of belonging she couldn’t seem to find. She longed for someone to truly understand her, to see her beyond the mask she wore to hide her loneliness. But with Shinobu gone, and the others feeling so far away, she found herself spiraling deeper into her own thoughts, lost in the darkness of her mind.

“Is this what it means to be part of the Corps?” she murmured to herself. “To feel so alone even when surrounded by others?” 

The emptiness lingered, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever find a place where she truly belonged.

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the Butterfly Estate. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers and the sweet aroma of freshly brewed tea wafting through the open windows. Y/N had been waiting anxiously for Shinobu’s return for days, and the anticipation thrummed through her veins like a live wire. She missed her mentor’s calming presence, and the estate felt eerily quiet without Shinobu’s lively spirit.

As the sound of footsteps approached, Y/N rushed to the entrance, heart racing with excitement. The wooden door creaked open, revealing Shinobu, who stepped inside with a graceful elegance. Her violet eyes sparkled with warmth as she spotted Y/N.

“Y/N!” Shinobu exclaimed, her voice melodious and inviting. “I’m home!”

“Shinobu!” Y/N replied, her face lighting up with a genuine smile. She rushed forward to embrace her mentor, relief flooding over her as she inhaled the familiar scent of lavender and herbs that clung to Shinobu.

“I missed you so much!” Y/N confessed, stepping back to take in Shinobu’s familiar figure, clad in her traditional uniform and haori.

Shinobu chuckled, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. “I missed you too, my dear. It’s been far too quiet around here without you.” Her gaze flicked around the estate, and her smile turned sly. “But I’ve heard some interesting things while I was away…”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know how it is with the other Hashira,” Shinobu said casually, moving to pour herself a cup of tea. “They can’t help but talk about you. Especially Uzui, Kyojuro, and Mitsuri.”

Y/N felt a tightening in her chest. “What did they say?”

Shinobu’s demeanor shifted slightly, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. “Well, Uzui seems to think he has a claim on you,” she said, taking a sip of her tea. “He’s quite possessive, you know. He enjoys showing off his strength and proving he’s the best. I overheard him boasting about how he could protect you from any demon.”

Y/N’s heart sank. “I… I don’t like that. I’m just trying to find my place here.”

Shinobu leaned closer, her tone lowering conspiratorially. “That’s just it, Y/N. He doesn’t care about your feelings. He just wants to have you around to prove he’s the best. It’s not about you at all; it’s about his ego.”

Y/N frowned, her thoughts racing. “But he’s nice enough, right? He just wants to be friendly…”

“Oh, sweet Y/N,” Shinobu interrupted, her voice taking on a softer, more serious tone. “Friendliness can be a guise for control. Uzui is charming, but beneath that charm lies a possessiveness that can be quite suffocating. You don’t want to become another trophy for him to flaunt.”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her mind racing with thoughts of Tengen and his overwhelming presence. “What about Kyojuro?” she asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from Uzui.

Shinobu’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Kyojuro is… well, he adores you, doesn’t he?” She took another sip of her tea, seemingly savoring the moment. “But he’s not exactly subtle about it. I overheard him saying that he wants to train you. To mold you into a powerful fighter.”

Y/N felt her heart flutter at the thought. Kyojuro’s enthusiasm and dedication were admirable, but a part of her felt a twinge of fear at the idea of being molded. “Isn’t that a good thing? Training with him could help me become stronger.”

“Yes, but at what cost?” Shinobu leaned forward, her eyes piercing. “Kyojuro has his own ideas about what strength means. He may push you too hard, make you believe that you have to be someone you’re not. It’s a slippery slope, Y/N.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Y/N asked, feeling a growing sense of unease. “Are you saying I can’t trust them?”

“I just want you to be cautious,” Shinobu replied, her voice laced with concern. “You’re special to me, and I want to protect you. The more you get involved with the others, the more they will try to pull you away from here, from me.”

Y/N’s heart raced as she processed Shinobu’s words. “And what about Mitsuri?” she asked, trying to maintain her composure. “I’ve never really talked to her.”

Shinobu’s smile turned tight. “Mitsuri is sweet, but she can be a bit… obsessive. I’ve seen how she looks at you, Y/N. She adores you and would do anything to keep you close. While that may sound endearing, it can quickly spiral into something much darker. You wouldn’t want to be caught in her web of affection.”

The weight of Shinobu’s words hung heavy in the air. Y/N felt a mix of fear and confusion swirling within her. “I just want to be accepted,” she admitted quietly. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

Shinobu reached out and took Y/N’s hands in hers, her grip firm and reassuring. “You are never alone, Y/N. You have me, and I will always be here for you. The Butterfly Estate is your home, and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe from those who would try to take you away.”

Y/N felt warmth spread through her at Shinobu’s words, but a flicker of doubt remained. “But what if they’re not as bad as you say?”

Shinobu’s expression hardened, and a shadow crossed her features. “People can be deceptive. It’s easy to put on a mask, especially in the Demon Slayer Corps. The truth is, everyone has their own motives, and I don’t want to see you become a pawn in their games.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine. “I… I understand, I think.”

“Good,” Shinobu said, her smile returning, though it seemed a little forced. “Now, let’s focus on you. You need to train, but not with them. I can teach you everything you need to know right here, where it’s safe. We’ll make sure you become stronger together, just like I promised.”

“Together,” Y/N echoed softly, a mix of comfort and trepidation swirling within her. The thought of spending more time with Shinobu made her heart flutter, but the weight of Shinobu’s words lingered in her mind.

Over the next few days, Shinobu devoted herself to Y/N’s training, guiding her through the intricacies of combat and the techniques of a Demon Slayer. Y/N felt herself growing stronger, but as she honed her skills, she couldn’t shake the feeling of isolation from the rest of the Corps.

Shinobu’s insistence on keeping her away from the other Hashira became more pronounced. Whenever Y/N expressed an interest in joining the others for training or meals, Shinobu would quickly divert the conversation, insisting that they had more important things to focus on.

“It’s better this way, Y/N,” Shinobu would say, her voice soothing yet firm. “You don’t need them. You have me.”

And Y/N found comfort in that, in the steady presence of her mentor. As the days turned into weeks, her world became increasingly entwined with Shinobu’s, and the thought of the other Hashira faded into the background. But the isolation also left her feeling uneasy, as if she were missing out on something vital.

One evening, while training in the dojo, Y/N paused to catch her breath. She watched as Shinobu demonstrated a series of fluid movements, her body moving with an elegance that took Y/N’s breath away.

“You’re doing wonderfully, Y/N,” Shinobu praised, her tone warm and encouraging. “You’ve come so far in such a short time.”

“Thank you, Shinobu,” Y/N replied, admiration shining in her eyes. “I just wish I could do better.”

“You’re doing just fine,” Shinobu reassured her, stepping closer. “But you need to understand that you’re stronger than you think. You don’t need anyone else’s validation. Just focus on yourself, on us.”

Y/N nodded, though doubts lingered in her mind. As Shinobu guided her through the next set of movements, she couldn’t help but think of the other Hashira and the camaraderie they shared. Was it truly wrong to want that connection?

Later that night, as Y/N lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, she felt the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing something—something important. Despite her growing bond with Shinobu, a part of her yearned for the friendships that the others offered.

“Maybe I could just… talk to them,” she whispered to herself, the idea taking root in her mind. “Just once.”

But even as the thought crossed her mind, she remembered Shinobu’s warnings. The last thing she wanted was to upset her mentor, to lose the connection they were building. She took a deep breath, trying to convince herself that everything was fine.

The next day, however, as she joined Shinobu for breakfast, the tension in her chest returned. The sun streamed through the windows, illuminating the dining area, but Y/N felt a sense of dread lingering in the air.

“Good morning, Y/N!” Shinobu greeted cheerfully, though Y/N could sense an underlying tension in her voice.

“Good morning, Shinobu,” Y/N replied, forcing a smile as she sat down at the table.

As they ate, Y/N’s thoughts drifted toward the Hashira. Would they miss her? Did they even think about her? The more she pondered, the more restless she became.

“Is something on your mind?” Shinobu asked suddenly, her gaze piercing through Y/N’s facade.

Y/N hesitated, caught off guard. “Just… thinking about training,” she said, hoping to deflect.

Shinobu raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You’ve been doing wonderfully. You don’t need to overthink it.”

“Right,” Y/N replied, her voice strained. “I just feel… like there’s something I’m missing.”

Shinobu’s expression softened slightly, though the glimmer of protectiveness remained in her eyes. “You’re not missing anything, Y/N. You have everything you need right here.”

Y/N nodded, but doubt gnawed at her insides. That evening, as she trained, her mind wandered again, the weight of isolation pressing on her. What would it be like to share laughter and stories with the other Hashira?

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting shadows across the training grounds, Y/N finally made up her mind. She would seek out the others, just for a moment.

With newfound determination, she finished her training session and headed toward the gates, her heart pounding in her chest. But as she reached the entrance, she paused, her breath hitching in her throat.

What if Shinobu found out? What if she was angry?

Y/N shook her head, trying to silence her fears. “I just want to talk,” she murmured, stepping into unknown.

[the-growth-of-caterpillars]

Caterpillarclan uses different names for their ranks than canon warriors, mainly reflecting different butterflies or their life cycles.

This allegiance will be updated every promotion, death, birth, joining of a cat or reference update. It will not be updated every moon.

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MONARCH

The leader of the clan

Petalstar (he/him) - a brown tabby and white tom. 68 moons. Lonesome & Helpful Insight. 9/9 lives.

ADMIRAL

The deputy of the clan

Smokefruit (she/her) - a masked dark gray tabby she-cat. 79 moons. Grumpy, fast runner and great teacher.

MORPHO(s)

Healers of the clan

Lakefang (she/her) - a long furred gray ticked and white she-cat. 73 moons. Childish

THE METAMORPHOSIS

Warriors of the clan

Pebbletuft (he/him) - a long furred golden tabby and white tom. 74 moons. Charismatic, unnatural sense and a great hunter.

Partridgedapple (he/him) - an unusually spotted gray tom. 54 moons. Ambitious and a great hunter.

Crownut (they/he) - a long furred unusually spotted black cat. 13 moons. Cold, great kitsitter and incredible runner

PUPAS

Apprentices of the clan

N/A

SWARMS

Queens/Kings/Royals/Caretakers and their kits. Typically referred to as “(name)’s swarm” or “one of (name)’s swarm”

Burrkit (she/her) - a gray/dark ginger tortie tabby she-cat. 4 moons. Confident and a picky nest builder.

Bleakraven’s Swarm:

Darkkit (she/her) - a dark brown/light brown mottled tabby she-cat. 3 moons. Bossy and a picky nest builder

Dovekit (she/her) - an unusually spotted golden brown she-cat. 3 moons. Fearless and interested in herbs.

TRANSITIONALS

Elders of the clan

Bleakraven (she/her) - a dark brown/cream tortie she-cat. 153 moons. Ambitious and a fast runner. Caretaker of Darkkit and Dovekit.

[malkahpariyz]

The Spiritual Isolation Cleanse 🙏🏽🧎🏽‍♀️🤲🏽 💕

Isolation Breeds Transformation: Imagine A Period of Isolation That Included God.

I have created a guideline for a spiritual lifestyle change. This outline of guided faith activities can help you reset your life, increase communication and understanding with God, and totally transform you spiritually. No matter what denomination you are.

You may have been feeling drained or stuck lately. I have created this spiritual guide for those of you that are struggling in life and need refreshment or a reset.

Let God be your refuge and healer.

(I have also included visuals for you to download to your photo library or print out.)

The Spiritual Cleanse Outline & Tips

Remember: This cleanse is a mix of various daily activities to be sustained for at least 90 days. Also, all outside and nature time should be spent in safe and secure environments.

Here is the spiritual isolation cleanse outline…

I only have two golden rules :

☀️ You must do this for 90 days, because 90 days creates a habit. A whole year creates a lifestyle. Try it.

☀️ The only thing you can drink is water or coconut water (if not a raw vegan/alkaline smoothie). You may fancy up your water with some natural resources like date syrup, fruits, floral teas, vegetables etc. (I will allow those who indulge in sparkling water to do so, but it must be plain, if you want to add flavor you will have to do that the natural way)

🐛 Nurture yourself now so that you’re lacking in nothing for your butterfly era. It’s coming sooner than you think. Prepare yourself to blossom elegantly. 🦋

Tips: make this fun! Invest in your faith and purchase a new Bible, Bible highlighters, faith based journals, and anything else that may aid you in your journey. Rearrange some things in your life as well, clean up your room and create a prayer space or change your schedule to fit your new faith practices. Make this experience a new and exciting experience for you no matter how small the gesture.

𝐒𝐍: I have included a schedule template for you to create your own schedule with and some tips to make your spiritual cleanse even more effective. Also I have made a little bingo like game you can use to find new activities to do during the cleanse. Even if you don’t typically do any of the things in the bingo chart just give it try for a day !! 🥰

I HAVE ALSO LINKED BELOW SOME AFFORDABLE SUPPLIES YOU CAN USE DURING YOUR AT-HOME SPIRITUAL RETREAT 🩷📚🙏🏽 (sn: these supplies are mainly for Hebrew scripture based religions/denominations… let me know if you guys would like me to provide specific supplies for your specific denominations, and I will happily do so and update the post)

- The Modest Blog 💕

[cristal-pratabr]

The Queens

Hello again, I know that my absence is a big problem, but the creative block is even more important. That's why I'm giving you a (very late) Christmas and New Year's present. Here are the Queens:

Immemorial Era (Those who started the lineage):

Felicity, the Dreamer

Kristen, the Resistant

Darlene, the Matriarch

Early Years (The early era of the Butterfly Kingdom, which includes Mewnipendence):

Moerina, the Monarch Butterfly

Usaginya, the Dancer

Age of Expansion (Not only did it expand in terms of territory, but also in Influence):

Estelaria, the First Star

Hemera, the Builder

Cosmica, the Explorer

Polaria, the Navigator

Dirhennia and Crescenta, the Reigning Sisters

Phoebe, the Red Moon

Festivia, the Fun

Age of Heroes (Also known as the Golden Years of the Butterfly Kingdom):

Asteria, the Mother of Stars

Etheria, the Knight

Skywynne, the Queen of Hours

Soupina, the Strange

Galaxy, the Clairvoyant

Dark Ages (The time when the people were left without a shield):

Venus, the Fairest/the Cautious

Helia, the Light of Power

Celestia, the Winter Queen

Meteora, the Ruthless

Hekatia, the Necromancer

Eclipsa, the Dark Queen

Luna, the Younger

Heaven, the Paranoid

Age of Renaissance (the return of Light to the Realm):

Vesper, the Morning Star

Solaria, the Monster Claver

Hesperia, the Patron of the Arts

Sideria, the Fortunate

Celena, the Shy

Diana, the Huntress

Sky, the Weaver

Comet, the Regent/Chef

Moon, the Undaunted

Age of Galaxies (Eternal Light or Glory of the Realm):

Star, the Equalist

Serena, the Queen of the Galaxies

Noelle, the Leader

Adhara, the Night Wolf

Polaris, the Archon

Andromeda, the Star Hunter

Oneira, the White Warrior

Barbeloth, the Vampire

Medeia, the Sorceress

Starwynne, the Twilight Guardian

Aquelia, the Sea Commander

Minerva, the Mother of Dragons

Wisteria, the Scientist

Astrophelia, the Fire Rose

Celine, the Peacemaker

Angel, the Healer

Hortência, the Cultivator

Celeste, the Diplomat

Astra, the Killer Queen

Sienna, the Socialite

Estrella, the Designer

Melanie, the Singer

Libra, the Queen of the Dead

Fallen Age (the reigns of pain):

Pallas, the Usurper

Melione, the Religious

Tempesta, the Tyrant

Nixya, the Chaotic

Age of Restoration (The restoration of the ancient legacies of the Age of Galaxies):

Harmonia, the Star of Restoration

Vesta, the Fire of Renewal

Psycheya, the Historian

Vialaxia, the Inventive

Lyric, the Hopeful

Harvest, the Dragon Queen

Visenya, the Protector

Ariadne, the Legend Teller

Age of Pokemons (the little beings that became friends of the population):

Mirna, the Star of Arceus

Mildred, the Glory of Pokemons

Corah and Zinara, The Sea of ​​Kayogre and The Lava of Groudon

Julia, the Liberator of Pokemons

Age of Adversity (what may come next... only time will tell):

Missy, the Time Traveler

Bom, é isso por enquanto, até breve