#and jade+silver and red+gold really suits them...

[satsuha]

a thing i drew for 紫衿's fic 【きみのけものより、愛を込めて。】

[dior-luxury]

Hi, I just want to say that I love your writing and blog, and I love how trey, jack, jade, jamil, epel and silver propose, can you do one with leona, malleus, riddle, azul, ace and deuce propose please?

How'd They Propose To You

PT.1 [trey clover . jack howl . jade leech . jamil viper . epel felmier . silver] PT.2 [cater . ruggie . floyd . kailm . vil . rook . idia . lilia . sebek] PT.3 [riddle . ace . deuce . leona . azul . malleus]

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff/romance - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] riddle . ace . deuce . leona . azul . malleus

- [𝐩:𝐬] Emotional vulnerability/intense emotional moments . Mentions of insecurity/self-doubt . Romantic proposals/Marriage themes . Fantasy setting/magical elements

Note: I'm back at it again chat, I'M CONTINUEING THIS SERIES! Also thank you for the compliments anon!! You're too sweet!

Riddle Rosehearts

With Riddle, you knew it wouldn’t be impulsive. It wouldn’t be wild or loud or rushed. But what you didn’t expect was just how much of his heart he’d pour into every word, every step.

It started with a formal letter—inviting you to a “private tea engagement” in the Rose Garden, signed in his perfect cursive, sealed with his house crest. You smiled, knowing full well he didn’t need to go full etiquette mode with you anymore. But you appreciated it. That was Riddle’s love language: thought, intention, care.

The garden had been transformed when you arrived. There was a single round table with porcelain tea sets, fresh macarons (his handmade specialty), and enchanted roses blooming in perfectly coordinated reds and whites. A soft classical piano played from a gramophone tucked under a tree. No one else was in sight.

And then, Riddle appeared.

He wore a tailored white suit with subtle red accents, crisp gloves, and a pocket watch glinting in the sun. His hair was combed neatly, though you noticed he kept touching it nervously.

“I wanted this to be perfect,” he admitted, guiding you to your seat. “Not just because I enjoy order, but because… you deserve something beautiful. Because you've given me beauty where I once saw only duty.”

You talked, sipped tea, and shared stories like always. But eventually, he grew quiet.

He stood from the table, stepped in front of you, and reached into his coat. His hands were shaking. Riddle Rosehearts—who once had no room for nonsense—was trembling with emotion.

“I was taught rules. I lived by them. But no one taught me how to fall in love. I had to learn that on my own. With you.”

He knelt, stiff and awkward, but there was something deeply endearing about how hard he was trying to do this right.

“You made me believe that love isn’t chaos—it’s growth. Not something to fear, but something to nurture. Like a rose, it only blooms when given time, space… and a little rebellion against expectation.”

He opened the ring box.

It was elegant and timeless—rose-gold with a deep red ruby shaped like a heart within a crown. Subtle vine motifs twined around the band.

“I love you,” he said, voice steady now. “Not because it’s logical. Not because it’s proper. But because you are the one truth I know beyond all reason. Will you marry me?”

And in that moment, Riddle—who once feared breaking rules—broke every one that kept him from living fully.

Ace Trappola

With Ace, you always expected surprises. A prank here, a flirty smirk there, a joke when things got too serious. But when he started acting weird—like, really weird—you knew something was up. No teasing, no dumb games, just him being... nervous.

He invited you on a late-night walk through the empty halls of Night Raven College, casually tossing a “Let’s ditch curfew. Just once.” over his shoulder. Typical Ace.

But the walk didn’t end with some hidden snack stash or silly joke. He led you to the old botanical greenhouse—long since overgrown, half-forgotten—and flipped on a string of charm-lit bulbs overhead. It was suddenly filled with warm golden light, the scent of jasmine and roses, and a blanket set in the middle of the vines.

“Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking,” he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Real cheesy, right? Bet you're waiting for me to pull a rabbit out of a hat or something.”

He sat across from you, fiddling with a tiny velvet box in his pocket like it might explode.

“I used to think love was just another game. You play your hand, you bluff, you fold. But then you came along and wrecked that theory like a house of cards.” He paused, mouth twitching between a smirk and a tremble. “I thought I had you figured out, y'know? But I kept losing track of the rules. Because every time I made you laugh, every time you saw through my B.S., it felt like I’d already won.”

Then he reached into his jacket and pulled out a card deck, fanned it with practiced ease… until one card stuck out—slightly thicker than the rest. He pulled it free and handed it to you.

On it, in bold red script: “Marry me?”

He opened the box. Inside was a ring shaped like a curled heart made from rose-gold metal, a single ruby sitting crookedly at its center—just enough to look like him. Daring. Flashy. And real.

“I didn’t want to just ask,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “I wanted it to be us. So, will you do me the honor of being the only one I don’t want to trick? My player two? My heart card?”

You laughed. You cried. And Ace? He laughed too—because for once, this wasn’t a joke.

It was everything he’d ever meant but never said until now.

Deuce Spade

Deuce had always said he wanted to be a man you could be proud of. And he worked hard for it—climbing from “troublemaker” to “model student,” all because he wanted to stand next to you with confidence. But when it came time to propose… all of that bravery? Yeah, it went out the window.

You noticed it weeks before it happened. He was fidgety. Overly serious. Practicing things in mirrors when he thought no one was watching. You’d ask what was wrong, and he’d just go red and mumble something about “school stuff.”

So it wasn’t surprising when one day, he showed up at your doorstep, dressed in his ceremonial Heartslabyul uniform—neatly pressed, crimson and black with gold trim. His hair was slicked back the way he used to wear it when he tried to “look proper,” and in his hand was a single white rose.

“I… uh… I was wondering if you'd go somewhere with me?” he asked, clearly trying to sound casual. His voice cracked.

He took you to a quiet hill just outside campus—one you'd both picnicked on before, overlooking the mirror lake where the sky turned glassy at sunset. He spread out a small blanket, revealed a homemade bento box (his cooking still needed work, but you loved the effort), and talked. About memories. About dreams.

Then, the air changed.

He stood, suddenly fumbling with something in his pocket. “I had a speech,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wrote it like, ten times. Wanted it to be perfect. But now I’m standing here, and my hands won’t stop shaking, and I realized… I just need to say it how it is.”

He took your hands in his. His grip was warm and tight, like he was anchoring himself.

“I used to think love was something you had to earn. Like, if I wasn’t good enough, I didn’t deserve it. But then I met you. And you didn’t ask me to be perfect. You just asked me to try.”

He dropped to one knee so fast he almost stumbled. “I want to keep trying—for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you, build a life where I never have to say goodbye. So… will you marry me?”

In his hand, a ring gleamed—a silver band shaped like interlocking wings, with a small gem nestled in the center. Not expensive, but chosen with care. The stone reminded him of your eyes, he’d say later.

You didn’t even have to answer right away—Deuce’s eyes were already watering, full of every hope and fear he'd ever carried.

And when you said yes, he hugged you like he’d never let go again.

Leona Kingscsholar

The desert air was thick with heat, but you barely noticed it. You were in the Sunset Savanna for a royal festival, something Leona had insisted you join him for—though not without his usual grumbling. He didn’t admit it, but everyone could see he was different around you. Lighter. Less guarded.

The festivities were loud, colorful, full of roaring laughter and dancing drums. But when the celebration reached its peak, Leona disappeared.

You found him hours later—not in the palace, not at the feast, but far beyond the city, in the heart of the savanna. The stars burned overhead, and the winds whispered across golden dunes. He was lying in the sand, arms behind his head, eyes locked on the sky.

“You really are a royal pain in my ass, following me all the way out here,” he muttered when he heard your footsteps.

But then he sat up—and you noticed something rare in his face: nervousness. No lazy smirk, no dry sarcasm. Just... silence. Thought.

“Sit down. You’re gonna want to be eye-level for this,” he said, patting the sand beside him.

When you did, he glanced at you for a long time. That warm gaze, always sharp, had softened.

“You know, when I first met you, I didn’t give a damn what you thought of me. I figured you'd see the same thing everyone else does—a second-born who’s too dangerous to trust and too lazy to respect.” He looked away. “But you didn’t. You looked at me like I mattered. Like I wasn’t just a shadow behind someone else’s throne.”

He pulled something from the folds of his pocket—a ring. The band was forged from dark gold, almost bronze, etched with Savannian patterns and tiny lion paw prints around the base. In the center sat a blood-red garnet, catching the starlight.

“You made me want more. Not power, not revenge. Just… mornings where I wake up and you’re there. Even when I’m a pain. Even when I forget how to say what I feel.”

Leona knelt—not because tradition asked, but because his pride could bow for you.

“I’m never gonna be perfect. Hell, I’ll probably mess this up a dozen times before I get it right. But I want you. Always. So, herbivore—” his voice cracked, just slightly, “—will you marry me?”

And for once, the desert wind stilled. As if even the stars were holding their breath.

Azul Ashengrotto

The Mostro Lounge was closed for a “private event,” though no one quite knew what that meant. Azul had been acting secretive for days—more so than usual. Jade and Floyd wore matching smirks and refused to answer any questions. You knew something was coming. You just didn’t know what.

You arrived at the Lounge that evening, finding the entrance framed by soft, flickering lanterns. Instead of the usual deep blues and rich violets, the decor was ethereal—pearlescent whites, translucent fabrics flowing like sea foam, and the soft sound of a harp echoing through the air. Azul was nowhere to be seen.

Then, Jade appeared with a small bow. “Right this way,” he said smoothly, leading you past the dining area and into a completely transformed underwater-themed room. Coral structures glowed gently, and magic reflected soft ripples across the walls, making you feel like you’d sunk to the ocean floor.

At the center of the room, Azul stood—nervous.

He wasn’t in his usual double-breasted suit. Instead, he wore something reminiscent of his mer-form—a flowing robe that caught the light like the inside of a shell, sea-green embroidery glinting around his cuffs. He adjusted his glasses, clearly trying to maintain composure, but you could see his fingers trembling slightly.

“You always said I was dramatic,” he began with a sheepish smile. “So I thought… why not embrace it?”

He motioned to a table beside him, set with mementos of your relationship—photos, the first menu he designed with your favorite dish, even a little keepsake from your first festival together. “You changed everything. You saw me when I didn’t want to be seen. Not as the businessman. Not as the ‘dangerous Octavinelle housewarden.’ You saw Azul. Just Azul.”

He walked closer, taking your hands. “For the longest time, I thought love was a transaction. That giving meant losing. But you… you proved me wrong. You taught me that the right deal isn’t a trap—it’s a promise.”

Suddenly, the floor beneath you shimmered. A magic circle lit up—a contract glyph. Azul chuckled softly at your surprise. “I drafted something,” he murmured, pulling out a single scroll sealed with a soft blue wax sigil. “No fine print. No loopholes. Just one clause: ‘To love and be loved, without condition, for as long as we both shall breathe—on land or in sea.’”

With a flick of his fingers, the scroll vanished, replaced by a velvet box. Inside was a ring crafted of polished coral and silver, twined like sea vines, with a glistening pearl set in the center. “This isn’t a contract, not really,” he said, voice almost a whisper. “It’s a question.”

Azul lowered himself to one knee—not to outmaneuver or manipulate, but to offer something honest.

“I want to build a future with you. Not behind negotiations or smiles I wear for profit—but beside you, where I am most myself. Will you marry me?”

And in that moment, the ocean 'prince', who once feared vulnerability more than anything, had placed his heart in your hands.

Malleus Draconia

The night had fallen in a way only Briar Valley could conjure—an otherworldly hush blanketed the earth, and the trees glowed with faelight, their branches heavy with crystal dew. You had grown used to the eerie majesty of this land after many visits, but tonight, something different lingered in the air.

Malleus had asked you to accompany him to the ruins near the edge of the Valley—a place he said was “woven into his memory.” His expression had been unusually solemn when he extended the invitation, yet behind that stoic face, his eyes glimmered with anticipation.

As you walked through the tall, whispering grass, the ruins came into view. Marble columns entwined with ivy stood like sentinels of time, and the remnants of an ancient arch framed the star-filled sky. Malleus stood there, his back to you, arms clasped behind him.

When he turned, you saw he had changed into ceremonial fae robes—deep emerald silk embroidered with silver dragons, the crest of his royal lineage stitched over his heart. It was a vision straight from a fairytale. He didn’t speak at first, simply walked toward you, each step heavy with emotion.

“I brought you here because... this was once the place where my ancestors pledged themselves in union,” he began, voice a low rumble. “Even when it was reduced to ruin, I found myself returning. At first, for solitude. But now… for something far more precious.”

He extended his hand, and small orbs of green light danced from his fingertips, floating upward like will-o’-the-wisps. Slowly, the ruins came to life—not physically, but in illusion. Stone mended itself, the columns rose whole again, and fae music hummed softly through the air. It was as if he was summoning the past just to share it with you.

Then, he knelt.

Not because tradition demanded it, but because he chose to—offering the humility of a prince to the one who held his heart.

“I have lived longer than most humans will ever dream. I have seen kingdoms fall, and empires rise. And yet… the time I’ve spent with you feels more fleeting, more treasured, than centuries alone. You are not merely the light that softens my shadow—you are the home I never knew I was searching for.”

In his hand, he held a ring unlike any other—twisted vines of silver and black onyx forming a delicate, open dragon’s wing, with a single tear-shaped emerald nestled at the base.

“Will you allow me to build eternity with you? Not as a ruler, not as a fae… but simply as Malleus, the one who loves you?”

Your answer would not change the stars above—but in that moment, you knew you had become his North Star.

[bitemevanitas]

Imagines a masculine-dressed woman reader waltz with Vanitas 🤣

𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒖 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒆

Fandom: The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing: Vanitas x Masculine!F!Reader

Theme: Fluff (?)

WC: 971

A/N: I wasn't really sure what type of scenario/situation I should write this in, bit I hope you still like what me and my brain cooked up 😔

The grand hall of the noble Parisian estate glittered under the glow of several chandeliers. Their golden light reflected off the polished marble floors.

Tonight, the Bal Masqué was in full swing—masked guests twirled in elegant waltzes, their laughter mingling with the grand orchestra’s symphony.

Others lounged by the ornate columns, indulging in deep conversation and fine champagne.

Noé, wide-eyed and full of wonder, had been completely swept away by the extravagant costumes.

Dressed as Robin Hood in deep green and beige, he flitted from one corner of the room to another, marveling at everything. He had already abandoned Vanitas several times to gush over elaborate costumes and listen to a man dressed as a medieval knight talk about archery techniques.

Vanitas was bored.

He leaned against a pillar, dressed once again in his ostentatious pirate costume from Altus.

The red coat with gold embellishments, a jade green vest, and black hat with its proud yellow feather were as eye-catching as ever.

He swirled the champagne in his glass lazily, frowning as the same three young ladies—flushed and giggling—sidled closer for what must have been the fifth time that evening.

Before they could say anything else, a sharp impact against his shoulder jolted him.

Vanitas barely had time to register the disturbance before he turned, already half-ready to shoot an irritated remark at the offending party.

His eyes landed on a figure about roughly the same height as himself. They were dreased in a dark navy prince’s coat, standing stiffly before him.

The person's mask—a finely crafted piece of silver and gold—obscured most of their face, but beneath it, piercing eyes studied him with an intensity he didn’t quite appreciate.

Vanitas arched a brow, about to scoff when the stranger removed their mask. His irritation momentarily faded, replaced by surprise.

Recognition dawned like the first streaks of sunlight in the morning. When Vanitas had saved her from the curse, she had been draped in an elegant gown, her hair styled in intricate curls.

Now, she stood before him in a sharply tailored suit that accentuated her frame, her short hair slicked back with effortless confidence.

In the glow of the ballroom, she was a striking figure—strong, refined, and undoubtedly beautiful.

She smiled. "Forgive me. I must have startled you."

"You—" Vanitas cleared his throat, quickly regaining his usual aloof demeanor. "Didn’t recognize you. Quite the difference."

She laughed, the sound smooth and unguarded. "I take full advantage of it, not having to wear a corset." She tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes.

She then stepped forward, gaze playful yet direct. "Would you mind a dance?"

He blinked. "What?"

"You heard me." She extended her hand, gloved in dark gray. "Dance with me."

Vanitas nearly laughed outright. "Ah, no.. I’ll pass."

She arched a brow. "Why?"

"I don’t dance." He shrugged, sipping his champagne as if that was the end of the conversation.

But it wasn’t.

Before he could react, she seized his wrist and pulled him forward. Vanitas barely managed to deposit his glass onto a passing servant’s tray as she whisked him toward the dance floor.

"Hey—! Slow down, woman!" he protested, dragging his feet in protest.

She ignored him entirely.

The orchestra swelled, and Vanitas suddenly found himself at the center of the room, held in the firm yet elegant grip of his unexpected partner.

Around them, couples moved in effortless synchrony, the grand waltz carrying them across the floor in smooth, practiced motions.

Vanitas averted his gaze, scowling. "This is a mistake."

"Is it?" She smiled, adjusting their posture. Her grip on him was confident but unintrusive. "I was under the impression that you fear nothing."

Vanitas averted his gaze, suddenly finding the chandeliers incredibly fascinating. "Look, I'm serious. Dancing isn’t exactly in my repertoire."

Her expression softened, though the amusement in her eyes remained. "Then I'll lead."

Vanitas turned back to her, incredulous. "You're joking?"

"But I'm not." She took his hand before he could pull away, her grip firm yet gentle. "Just follow my lead."

Everything in him screamed to pull away. To escape before he humiliated himself in front of a crowd with impeccable ballroom etiquette. And yet—he didn't.

The first few steps were clumsy. Vanitas, despite all his outward confidence, had clearly never bothered to refine his waltzing skills. His steps were stiff, hesitant, but she adapted with ease, leading him with subtle, almost imperceptible guidance.

She made no move to mock him or call attention to his mistakes. Instead, she spoke softly, guiding him through the rhythm. "Calm yourself, will you? Feel the music, don’t fight it."

Vanitas frowned but begrudgingly listened.

After a few more steps, his movements began to smooth out. He adjusted to the pace, letting his instincts take over. It wasn’t long before they moved a little more naturally, gliding across the floor amidst the sea of dancers.

She watched him with quiet satisfaction. "See? You're not so bad."

Vanitas rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

For a moment, it was almost.. enjoyable. The music swelled, and the world outside the ballroom seemed to fade.

The girl's confidence never wavered, her presence strong and steady beside his own. Her fingers tightened slightly around his. "You look good like this."

He blinked. "Like what?"

"Less guarded. Less like you’re waiting for your own execution."

Vanitas scoffed. "What a load of nonsense."

"Is it?~"

The music finally slowed again, signaling the end of the dance. Vanitas let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding as they came to a graceful stop.

She released his hand, stepping back with an elegant bow. "Thank you for humoring me."

Vanitas exhaled sharply, smoothing down his coat. "That was hardly ‘humoring.’ I was kidnapped."

She smirked, unfazed. "Then I suppose I’ll have to kidnap you again sometime~"

With an exaggerated bow, she turned and disappeared back into the sea of guests, leaving Vanitas standing there—flustered, frustrated, and, despite himself, just a little bit amused.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

DBK and PIF were best man and maid of honor. Zu Baijie was ringbearer and Ao Lie flower dragon. Guanyin walked Wukong down the Aisle (basing this on American weddings I imagine it's gonna be very different for a Chinese wedding)

Referencing.

Awww

For some reason I'm imagining DBK in a tux thats close to ripping to shreds, crying like a baby and blowing his nose into a hanky at how beautiful the ceremony is. PIF is juat completely adoring of her hopeless romantic hubby.

And if Red Son has already been born, you know that baby bull is there in a little outfit, frowning in every woodblock painting/photo. Reminding me of a video of a flower girl who dumps her basket mid-way up the aisle so she could go sit down.

I feel like the traditional Chinese-style wedding would be awkward cus that involves both sets of parents being there + a lot of imperial details. So they go for a looser version of the typical traditions since they dont make much sense to monkeys anyway. I like the idea of Guanyin being the one to "give away" Wukong at the altar. Macaque in turn had the Nine Tailed Vixen give him away (with Chang'e astral projecting to be there).

Mac and Wukong return home while planning the wedding to see their nest with new red sheets, covered in fruit and nuts, and wonder if they're being pranked. Thats an actual tradition (An Chuang) used as a fertility charm by the families of the couple. Stalwarts read a marriage guide and didn't question it before tosing fruit around their rulers' bedroom.

However one tradition involves lots of hair grooming the night before the wedding, so monkey demons def like that one. Even if they ignore the finer details.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing have a mini-adventure trying to find what happened to the missing marriage tail bands the night before the wedding. Thankfully it turned out little Jin and Yin had taken them thinking that the sun-gold/moon-silver bands suited them. Lots of bribery (and threat of telling their mother) was involved to get the bands back.

Very few celestials are invited, mainly the ones who were real Gs during the Journey (like Maori) or old friends that they couldn't dream of *not* having there (Nezha). A few bodhisattvas and Arhats that helped along the way too.

The Jade Emperor was invited but he just sent a really nice wedding gift instead. Secretly he's kinda scared of the demigod power-couple and their super-powerful baby.

[dailymarshmallows]

I FINALLY FULFILLED MY GOAL!!

Second half of Genderbend Tristan platoon (Tristan and Jade) as promised!!!

The second I realized I would post Tristan and Jade’s designs together I realized I had to redraw this scene from the anime. I did really change their height difference, Tristan’s really just taller though (thank you Elizabeth) for all those curious Chion’s height is like somewhat between them and Isolde is just… jack up the really insane height difference.

For the rest of Genderbend 4kota designs here’s what I’ve done so far: Isolde + Chion and post-timeskip Chion (not a lot but hopefully there will be more)

If I continue with this next update is probably gonna be either more Jade or Chion art, Aged up versions of platoon, or Donny and Edlin

I haven’t put this anywhere but if anyone wants to ask about the Genderbend characters and stuff my ask box is open. If you want to request a specific sds/4kota character’s Genderbend design I might do it, just expect it to probably take a while and it will probably be done in traditional art.

Design rambles about the art as well as some Genderbend Tristan Platoon (emphasis on Tristan) lore below the cut

Jade’s hair was a pain to design yall don’t even kno T-T I like the design better in traditional art but I wanted to post the digital version of the design for consistency.

What made Jade’s design so hard was that how to give her wing like hair to kinda come through, og she was going to have a middle part, then I thought maybe something like Arlecchino’s design from Genshin but I thought Jade would have short hair so I ditched that. So she ended up with this and I tried to keep the wing design there with the shape of her hair.

Tristan’s design was not what I initially had in mind but here’s kinda my thought process behind it: her hair looks more like what I imagine fem Meliodas would look like, and she’s wearing a full suit of armor cuz… do u really think Mel and Elizabeth are letting their daughter go out WITHOUT A SUIT OF ARMOR?! I don’t think so.

Neither of their clothes were what I initially imagined, Tristan was either gonna wear gold or silver and red, but then I put her in dark blue and I got a thought:

Since Jade, Chion, and Tristan tend to match I put them all in various shades of cyan/blue. Chion has light cyan, Tristan has dark blue, and Jade has both for Monochrome reasons.

Also when Jade dies her jewelry is then worn by each member of the Tristan Platoon. Tristan gets the choker and Isolde and Chion get the hair clips.

Also Jade’s hair clips and choker are made of actual jade (gifts from Chion and Tristan respectively)

Quick Fun Facts about them:

They are both tomboys

At some point Tristan had a crush on Jade (she was going through her romance phase yall and Lance was off on missions and stuff what’s a girl gonna do?)

Tristan really likes holding sleepovers (she has tried to do a full Tristan Platoon one but Mel and Elizabeth won’t allow it for Isolde)

My personal hc is that Tristan always wanted a younger sibling when she was younger and kinda projects that fantasy onto Chion. So from her perspective they kinda have an idealized older/younger sister dynamic.

To elaborate further: Tristan kinda sees Chion as this girl that she takes under her wing and dotes on and what not. This leaves her with a pretty wrong overall interpretation of Chion. She very much just sees the “Tristan (platoon)-exclusive part” which is very kind, very helpful, and someone that she needs to protect/look out for.

I love Chion but u see the problem with that interpretation of her

It’s also the reason why I’m on the fence if Chion’s hair is still getting burned off by Gawain if only cuz Tristan and Isolde 100% would throw hands (and I don’t wanna give Chion a hair cut pre timeskip too much work)

Additionally Tristan really likes Chion’s long hair and likes to braid it and play dress up with her at the sleepovers

Tristan gets a lot of flack for how she presents herself, lots of people think that a princess shouldn’t act that way and stuff

Tristan and Jade have a very similar dynamic to canon. Tristan sees Jade as her best friend. And Jade sees Tristan as… a girl she secretly hates… you’ve read her death scene

Tristan was the one who gave the hair bow to Isolde still, but after seeing how much he liked it Jade gave him some of her old girly things she wasn’t really into, and Chion “just happened” to pick up some new accessories and gave them to him.

Idk why I wanted to do this but here’s all there types(romantic)

Tristan - she’s into more masc women or more feminine men (there you go Trislance and Trisolde shippers)

Chion - says she’s into masc women but it’s not really a factor for her. Wants someone bold, and kinda like a knight in shining armor, prob reads Isolde’s romance novels

Isolde - wants cheesy romance, does not care if he is romancer or romancee he wants cheesy rom com romance

Jade - wants someone who needs her/relies on her since she struggles with feeling unwanted

Another random romantic thingy there are so many romcom hijinks with this platoon there are so many misunderstandings with who is and isn’t a couple:

People of Liones think that Chion and Isolde are a couple. Isolde was heavily convinced that Tristan had a crush on Jade (right conclusion but at the wrong time). Tristan was convinced that Jade and Chion were dating at one point. Tristan was convinced Chion had a crush on Lancelot at one point (I may actually write a fanfic on that for comedy reasons).

As for actual crushes: Chion likes Jade. Jade likes Isolde. Isolde likes Tristan. Tristan likes Lancelot

[targwh0re]

New Ideas for HOTD pt.3

So for this dress, I’m not exactly sure which scene I’d want the dress replaced for:

She wears this dress twice, once when she was meeting with the Lords for her hand, and again when she was meeting with Laenor to discuss their betrothal.

It’s hard to decide bc for one I can’t really tell where Rhaenyra is at when she’s meeting with the Lords. Some say it’s storms end, but a lot of people are saying she’s on Dragonstone. I like the idea that she was on dragonstone but my only issue is the fact that the original season finally was supposed to take place in Dragonstone’s throne room, but they didn’t get the chance to build it…

That doesn’t make sense if this is Rhaenyra on Dragonstone. So when trying to decide which dress suits which climate I’m just…idk man, I’m confused

Continuing on, the dress in question is this:

As you can see it appears to be a little warmer fabric which I originally thought might better suit her walk on the beach due to the oceans breeze, but now I’m starting to think a stone room might require more warmth.

She also appeared a bit colder in that Great Hall with the Lords and in general, bored even. I image her reflecting this in her appearance. A darker Targaryen Red, dragon scales embroidered into the frantic like some of Danaerys’ dresses in GOT. It still a similar design style as well, with the off the shoulders design, and I do believe that at that time she’d be wearing more silver or steel colored jewelry to match Daemons Necklace. And again it would fit her defiance against marriage in her reflecting both her house colors and sigil.

Also I find that when earrings hang they frame the jawline better, giving her an even more colder appearance as she stares down judging at them.

I’m unsure about the hairstyle though, as Alicent and Helaena have been seen with these hairstyles a number of times, not saying she’s petty but 👀

So perhaps something like this:

(W/ Straight hair obviously)

With this as her circlet tiara (before Daemon gifts her the Jade one) as a testament to her father:

I know it’s her Crown in the book but since they’ve changed the crown I think we can change it a bit more. So instead of the crown just having the gold sigils of the great houses, we bring the jewels back and let the be a representation of the seven realms and the seven gods:

[ranahan]

Okay folks, we’ve talked about Mandalorian colour symbolism, but what about gemstone symbolism?

Did you know that the same quality that makes gemstones suitable for jewellery, also makes them suitable for knife handles? Yes, they’re pretty, but more pertinently, they’re hard. They wear well without getting scratched up.

I’m gonna insert here one of my all-time favourite artist’s pages about gemstone knife handles. If you’ve ever wondered about mandalorian jewellery or what some really fancy knives look like, wonder no further:

So what about that symbolism? Colour is an obvious association, so here are a few ideas:

Red: honouring a parent

Ruby (& spinel, which is very very similar in looks, to the degree many irl famous rubies are actually spinels): family, familial love, legacy, honour

Garnet: in English, named for their resemblance to pomegranate seeds; in Mando’a, named for their resemblance to drops of blood. Symbol of love, loyalty, bonds forged in battle or adversity; and also hard work (“sweating blood”) and sacrifice.

Red jasper: strength, courage, perseverance, defiance

Agate: colourful and wildly patterned, symbolises creation and creativity.

Orange: shereshoy, lust for life

Amber: varies from yellow to orange, specimens with trapped insects etc. are especially valuable. Symbolises aay’han, or perhaps a mandalorian version of “memento mori”: remember that one day you too will die, so enjoy today like it’s your last day. Or perhaps, “remember that one day you will die, but what your hands have wrought will live forever.”

Citrine: joy, happiness, life; remembrance. Varies from yellow to orange.

Orange topaz, sapphire, diamond, etc: joy, lust for life, enduring joy and happiness. As a gift, send the message of “you are my joy” or “you make me happy.”

Hrthgingian Firegem: canonical gemstone from Mandalorian space. Passion, joy, lust for life perhaps? Irl sunstones or fire opals would be great stand-ins.

Fire opal: fire, creation, skill and knowledge; great trials

Yellow: remembrance

As gifts, yellow gemstones (especially ones that shade to champagne or brown) are suggestive of loyalty and promises kept. They can be a reminder of a promise made or a promise to honour one’s word.

Most commonly, wearing yellow gemstones signifies remembrance. What kind of remembrance depends on the context. In gold setting and paired with black? Out for vengeance. In silver setting? Probably remembering a lost love.

Yellow gemstones are also associated with life, continuity and eternity; lineages and legacies; and keeping the past alive into the future.

And orange gemstones, as above, are associated with shereshoy. Orange-yellow stones can be associated with aay’han, both remembrance and joy.

Some might give the meanings of the various yellow gemstones thusly…

(Yellow) topaz: remembrance, continuity, eternity, dedication, legacy; continuing life, bittersweet joy

Citrine: joy, happiness, life; remembrance, aay’han. Varies from yellow to orange.

Golden beryl (heliodor): you could also call this stone yellow emerald. Symbol of loyalty, promises kept.

…but in practice, it mostly depends on the shade of the particular stone more than its variety.

Pyrite: vengeance; sometimes greed (in English it’s also called fool’s gold). Sending pyrite jewellery as a gift is a promise of vengeance, not a bribe. It’s saying “here’s the payment you deserve, we’ll send it to you later >:)))”

Green: duty

Jade: prosperity, hard work, good fortune, fertility, vitality and growth

Jasper: protection, strength. Can be any colour, but typically green or red, often bright and multicoloured, well suited for carvings & decorative purposes.

Bloodstone is a type of jasper, usually dark green flecked with red. Symbolises defence, protection, duty and family.

Light green: lust for peace

Mandalorian desert glass (trinitite): Hanile are jewellery, amulets, carvings, or other items made from the glass formed in the Dral’Han. Sometimes left in their natural, irregular shapes, sometimes worked into shapes of extinct Mandalorian plants and animals, sometimes carved with inscriptions. Botanicals are common motifs due to the green colours of the material. Specimens that incorporate pieces of pre-Dral’Han material are especially valuable. Hanile are symbols of remembrance, defiance, and rebirth for some and pursuit of peace for others. (N.B. irl trinitite is still radioactive, so don’t make jewellery out of it; Mandalorian trinitite is 700 years and many half-times older than Terran trinitite.)

Jade (light green): jade and other light green gemstones have also taken on meanings associated with hanile or lust for peace.

Peridot: lust for or commitment to peace, serenity, warding off disaster and protection against curses and misfortune.

Teal: healing

Emerald: the major symbolism associated with emeralds is healing. More superstitious folks might believe emeralds to aid in healing from physical or psychological injuries or protect against poisons (poisons are kind of feared in mando mentality: they’re seen as honourless, but insidious and hard to defend against). Emerald rings are especially associated with the protection from poison superstition. Sometimes the poison can be seen more metaphorically, and can include betrayal from within. A character in a play wearing an emerald ring can symbolise paranoia. Bright blue-green stones are most valued.

Blue: reliability

Sapphire: reliability, endurance, and steadfastness; devotion and fidelity

Lapis Lazuli: trustworthiness, constancy, sincerity, honesty; faithfulness, friendship; promises, contracts. In marriage gifts, symbolises unity and keeping of the promises.

Granite: can be multiple colours (not typically blue though), characteristic pattern. Symbolises reliability.

Light blue: love

Turquoise: *the* classic stone of (romantic) love, super traditional in courting, engagement and/or marriage gifts.

Moonstone: whitish-blue, with beautiful ethereal sheen. Stones with asterisms are especially valued. In Mandalorian culture, more associated with stars than the moon and said to contain the light of the stars and the protection of the Ka’ra; traditionally held to have protective qualities, especially for children. Very popular in jewellery, especially gifted to children and expecting parents, but also popular as marriage gifts and for any occasion.

Aquamarine & sapphire (light blue): fidelity, faithful love

Purple: luck, survival in adversity

Amethyst: *the* lucky stone. Symbolises luck, survival, perseverance in adversity; hope and gratitude for victory. For more religious or traditionally minded folks, the stone of Hod’Haran.

Chalcedony: luck, chance, fortune, serendipity

Opal: associated with rainbows, and in Mando mythos, rainbow comets. The stone of navigators, wayfinders, discovery, possibility, serendipitous finds and foundlings.

Pink: respect, preservation, honouring tradition and heritage, colour of lore keepers

Pink ruby, diamond: truth, vision, honour (if you want to get specific, I might put pink rubies down as honour and pink diamonds as truth, but tbh they look exactly alike to me)

Rose quartz: respect, preservation, vision, inspiration

Pink pearl: preservation, survival

Brown: valour

Tiger’s eye: valour, courage. Associated with warriors and defence of one’s home and family. Called hawk’s eye or galaar’sur’haai in Mando’a.

Smoky quartz (brown): loyalty, faith

Black: justice

Many black stones have white inclusions that can bring to mind the night sky.

Onyx (black agate): a hard stone suitable for hard use. Symbolises justice.

Black diamond (and other black sparkly gems): truth; enduring justice, fate

Obsidian: truth

Grey: mourning, redemption

Hematite: with a metallic sheen reminiscent of bare beskar, the natural association with hematite is mourning.

Black pearl: more often some variety of grey than a true black. Symbolise mourning, healing, and growth after a disaster; redemption, commitment to change (as if repainting one’s beskar’gam), or commitment to justice (see black + pearl).

Grey diamond: enduring grief

White: death, birth, rebirth, change, growth & new beginnings

Diamond: the stone of Ka’ra, wisdom, and eternity. Diamonds, like gold, can depending on the context also symbolise greed, materialism, and decay (stubbornly unchanging things are double-bladed swords like that in mando symbolism).

Pearl: symbolises endurance, toughness, stubbornness—the venerated quality of atin; also achievement and perfection. Long strings of pearls symbolise the long hours of practice and toil needed to reach one’s goals, and can therefore represent devotion to one’s craft, ideal or goals. Pearls and garnets together signify sacrifice and devotion.

Ivory: victory, conquest. D’you guys think there’s mythosaur ivory, like we have mammoth ivory on Earth??? 👀

…but like beskar’gam colours, gemstones are often picked just for their looks rather than their symbolism. They can also just represent the meanings associated with their colours in general.

Stones with asterisms are especially valued regardless of their species—mandos do love their star-symbolism.

Also let’s remember that gemstones are and have always been luxury goods of the rich. This might be different for sci-fi aliens who can produce artificial gems cheaply… or perhaps not: Star Wars is fantasy in sci-fi clothes, and its societies appear very inequal. So let’s go with sparkly stones being status symbols still. I tried to attach values more associated with “old money” and “old rich clans” like legacy or protection from assassination by poison to the precious stones, and more down-to-earth values like love to semiprecious stones like amber, turquoise and garnets, which should be the most commonly used ones.

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[gobboguy]

Chapter 19: Attack on the Orcish Hall

Ulf lounged on the balcony outside her room, the cool night air brushing against her face. Beside her sat Gleaming-Tusks. Lowly, a thrall, stood nearby, ready to serve. She wore a modest tunic and breeches, her eyes cast down in deference. Ulf and Gleaming-Tusks both donned elaborate royal dresses befitting their status and the occasion of a quiet evening of camaraderie on the balcony.

Ulf’s dress was a masterpiece of Orcish craftsmanship, designed to accentuate her regal bearing and formidable presence. The bodice was a deep, emerald green, adorned with intricate gold embroidery that depicted scenes of ancient battles and legendary Orcish heroes. The fabric shimmered subtly in the moonlight, highlighting her toned form. Her skirt flowed gracefully to the ground, its layers of fine silk and velvet creating a stunning contrast. Around her waist, a wide, ornate belt encrusted with emeralds cinched the dress, emphasizing her warrior’s physique. Her raven hair was adorned with a simple yet elegant silver circlet, and a pendant of jade rested on her forehead, a symbol of her lineage and strength.

Gleaming-Tusks wore a dress that was both elegant and commanding, befitting her status as Ulf’s closest confidante. Her dress was a rich, royal blue, the color of the deep sea, symbolizing both depth and calm. The bodice was fitted, with silver threads woven into swirling patterns that caught the light with every movement. Her sleeves were slightly puffed at the shoulders and tapered down to her wrists, where silver cuffs sparkled with embedded sapphires. The skirt of her dress was slightly shorter than Ulf’s, designed for ease of movement, with layers of blue and silver fabric that rustled softly as she walked. Around her neck, she wore a delicate silver chain with a pendant shaped like a tusk, encrusted with tiny blue gemstones, a subtle nod to her name and heritage. Her hair was braided and adorned with silver hairpins, each one intricately carved with symbols of the sea and sky.

The two women, in their royal dresses, cut imposing yet graceful figures against the backdrop of the night sky. Their attire was not just a reflection of their status, but also a testament to the rich culture and artistry of the Orcish people.

Ulf sipped from a goblet of fine Chommogh vintage, savoring the rich, fruity flavor. She picked at a platter of delicate meats and cheeses, sharing the meal with Gleaming-Tusks.

“Who do you think is the best suitor so far?” Gleaming-Tusks asked, nibbling on a slice of cheese.

Ulf sighed, leaning back in her chair. “It’s hard to say. Each one brings something different to the table. Sudbad and Rogmog are fierce warriors, Jekul is a brilliant strategist, Oznacht is a master hunter… and Goreboar, well, he’s unique.”

Gleaming-Tusks laughed softly. “You’re being diplomatic, Ulf. What do you really think?”

“I think,” Ulf said, setting down her goblet, “that I’m not ready to be just a breeding mare. I was meant to rule, not be ruled. The thought of being reduced to nothing more than a vessel for whelps… it’s disheartening.”

“How many whelps do you think you’ll have?” Gleaming-Tusks asked, her tone light but curious.

Ulf groaned, rubbing her temples. “I don’t even want to think about it. The kingdom needs strong heirs, but it’s hard to imagine a future where my primary role is just producing them.”

Gleaming-Tusks glanced at her friend, a playful smile on her lips. “You know, I like your green skin. It suits you. You look powerful.”

Ulf’s displeasure was evident. “I miss my old self, Gleaming-Tusks. My red skin...my fangs!! This transformation… it’s not what I wanted. I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself.”

Before Gleaming-Tusks could respond, a sudden explosion rocked the dark castle, the sound echoing through the night. Both women jumped to their feet, exchanging surprised glances.

“An attack?” Gleaming-Tusks whispered, her eyes wide with fear.

Ulf set her jaw, her eyes narrowing. “We need to find out what’s happening and defend our home.”

They rushed out into the hall, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Lowly followed closely behind, her eyes darting nervously around. The castle was alive with commotion, thralls and guards alike scrambling to respond to the unexpected disturbance.

Ulf led the way, her mind racing. She had no intention of letting anyone or anything threaten her home or her people. Whatever was happening, she would face it head-on, just as she had faced every other challenge in her life.

Ulf and Gleaming-Tusks, their royal dresses now a flurry of color and motion, rushed down the stone steps of the castle, their breath coming in sharp bursts as they navigated the labyrinthine halls. The clamor of armor and weapons echoed around them, punctuated by the fierce battle cries of the Orc guards.

“Protect the Queen!” one guard bellowed, his tusked face twisted in determination as he charged toward the commotion.

“Haro! Gelbeg! Haro!” another roared, raising his axe high before sprinting down a side passage.

Orcish warriors clattered past, their heavy boots thundering on the stone floors. The scent of sweat and the metallic tang of weapons filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of the castle’s ancient stone.

Ulf’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, her Orcish bloodlust igniting with each step. She knew this attack was no mere coincidence; it was a strategic move to seize the Inert Lightning, a Key of Creation they had brought to Gelberg under the highest security.

“We must reach the vault!” Ulf shouted, her voice cutting through the din. “Gleaming-Tusks, this way!”

Gleaming-Tusks flashed a savage grin, her muscles flexing as she followed Ulf into a narrow side hall that led down into the bowels of the castle. “Let’s show them what true Orcs are made of!”

The two women moved swiftly, their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridor. Flickering torches cast long shadows on the walls, adding to the sense of urgency and danger.

“We can’t let them take it,” Ulf growled, her eyes narrowing with resolve. “That Inert Lightning must remain in our hands.”

Gleaming-Tusks nodded, her face set in grim determination. “They won’t know what hit them, Ulf. We’ll tear them apart if we have to.”

Ulf’s grin widened, a fierce light in her eyes. “Exactly. Let’s give them a fight they’ll never forget.”

The pair descended further, the noise of the battle above growing fainter as they approached the heavily fortified vault. The snarling face of an Orc, engraved on the massive doors and surrounded by runes of power, loomed before them. Ulf took a deep breath, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger, ready to face whatever awaited them.

“We’re almost there,” she whispered, her voice tense with anticipation. “Stay close, Gleaming-Tusks. This is what we were born for—combat and victory!”

With a final nod to each other, they pushed open the doors and stepped into the darkness of the vault, ready to defend their kingdom with every ounce of strength and cunning they possessed.

Inside the vault, chaos reigned. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows over the scene of utter bedlam. Orcs clashed with rotten, shambling zombies—ghastly amalgamations of Orcs, men, dwarves, and centaurs. The smell of decay mingled with the metallic scent of blood, creating a nauseating miasma.

"Where have these come from!?" An Orc screamed before being swarmed and torn to pieces.

Sudbad moved like a specter, his magical cutlass weaving a watery dance of bladed destruction. With each swing, the blade shimmered and flowed, slicing through the putrid flesh of zombies with ease. His movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, as he dispatched the undead with a roguish grin.

Rogmog, a hulking mass of muscle and rage, smashed several zombies into pulp with his massive warhammer. His shield, dented and bloodied, bashed aside any undead foolish enough to get too close. He roared with each strike, a primal sound that echoed through the vault.

Jekul swung his massive longsword, cleaving a zombie in two with a single, powerful stroke. His black armor glinted in the torchlight, and his eyes burned with battle fury. Each swing of his blade was precise, deadly, and unrelenting, a testament to his prowess and strategy in combat.

Dura and Duran fought side by side. Dura wielded her axe with deadly grace, her movements a lethal dance of destruction. She spun and twirled, the axe slicing through the air and undead flesh alike. Duran, though less skilled, tried his best to assist her, his strikes clumsy but earnest.

Ulf stared in shock at the chaotic scene. Where did these zombies come from? The sight of so many undead warriors was both horrifying and bewildering. Shaking herself from her stupor, she spotted a fallen sword. With a quick motion, she grabbed it and threw it to Gleaming-Tusks.

"Here! We fight together!" Ulf shouted.

Gleaming-Tusks caught the sword, her eyes blazing with determination. She nodded and immediately joined the fray, her blade slashing through the air.

Ulf grabbed another fallen sword and jumped right into battle. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and exhilaration. She swung the blade with all her might, hacking at the nearest zombie. The undead creature's head flew off its shoulders, and Ulf didn't pause to watch it fall. She moved to the next target, her Orcish bloodlust fully awakened.

Sudbad, Rogmog, Jekul, Dura, Duran, Ulf, and Gleaming-Tusks fought valiantly, their weapons cutting through the horde of undead. The vault echoed with the sounds of clashing steel, grunts of effort, and the sickening crunch of decayed flesh being obliterated.

Ulf fought with ferocity, her blade a blur of motion. She felt a surge of pride as she saw her companions holding their ground, each of them a formidable force against the undead tide. Despite the overwhelming odds, they fought with the tenacity and courage that only true warriors could muster.

As the battle raged on, Ulf's mind raced. What was the source of these zombies? Who or what had unleashed them upon the castle? The questions burned in her mind, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the immediate task of survival.

Together, they fought with everything they had, determined to protect the Inert Lightning and defend their home against this terrifying new threat.

Ulf and Gleaming-Tusks stood back to back in the chaos of the vault. Their swords flashed in the torchlight, cutting down zombies with every swing. Ulf’s blade cleaved through a decaying centaur, its top half collapsing before the lower half crumpled beneath it. Gleaming-Tusks beheaded a dwarven zombie with a swift, clean stroke, her muscles rippling with power.

"By MOG's will!" a guard bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

"Victory or death!!!!" another shouted, swinging his axe to decapitate a shambling undead.

"For the Domination!" Ulf cried, her voice rising above the cacophony.

"For the Domimation!" Gleaming-Tusks added, her eyes alight with savage glee.

The battle seemed to be turning in their favor. Sudbad’s cutlass danced through the air, slicing zombies into ribbons. Rogmog’s warhammer crushed skulls with each mighty blow, while Jekul’s longsword cleaved through undead ranks with surgical precision. Dura’s axe spun in deadly arcs, and even Duran managed to down a few zombies with his earnest, if clumsy, strikes.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Ulf’s spine. From the depths of the vault, a low, guttural growl echoed. The fighting momentarily ceased as all eyes turned towards the source of the sound. Emerging from the shadows came a monstrosity unlike any they had ever seen.

The creature was a grotesque amalgamation of different races. It had the hulking frame of an Orc, the legs of a centaur, and multiple arms sprouting from its torso—some human, some dwarven, and others even more monstrous. Its flesh was a patchwork of decayed skin and sinew, stitched together in a macabre quilt. In its many hands, it clutched the Key of Creation, the Inert Lightning. The bottle was capped and filled with crackling lightning bolts, casting eerie flashes of light on the abomination’s hideous form.

"By MOG, what is that thing?" Gleaming-Tusks gasped, her grip tightening on her sword.

"Their goal is the Key!" Ulf realized, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "They’ve dropped all pretense. It’s an open attack!"

The monstrosity let out a bone-chilling roar and charged forward, its many arms swinging weapons and claws. Ulf and Gleaming-Tusks sprang into action, meeting the abomination head-on.

"To the Key! Protect it at all costs!" Ulf shouted.

Gleaming-Tusks let out a battle cry, her sword slashing at the creature’s legs. The monstrosity swung a massive club, forcing her to dodge and roll away. Ulf lunged forward, her blade aiming for the creature’s chest. The abomination parried with one of its many swords, the force of the blow nearly knocking Ulf off her feet.

"We need to cut off its arms!" Gleaming-Tusks yelled, blocking a swipe from a clawed hand.

"Right! Focus on the arms!" Ulf replied, dodging another swing and slashing at an arm holding a human sword.

Sudbad, seeing the new threat, redirected his attacks towards the monstrosity. His cutlass struck with watery precision, slicing through one of the abomination’s arms. Rogmog and Jekul moved in, their combined strength hammering at the creature’s limbs.

Dura and Duran joined the fray, Dura’s axe severing another arm while Duran valiantly tried to shield her from the creature’s counterattacks.

Despite their efforts, the monstrosity seemed almost unstoppable, its remaining arms clutching the Inert Lightning tighter. Ulf gritted her teeth, determination burning in her eyes.

"Fall back!" she ordered, her voice carrying the authority of a true leader. "We need to regroup and take it down together!"

The Orcs, rallying to her command, fell back and formed a defensive line. Ulf and Gleaming-Tusks positioned themselves at the front, ready to charge again.

"For the Domination!" Ulf roared, raising her sword.

"For MOG!" the Orcs echoed, their voices a powerful chorus.

As the monstrosity lumbered towards them, Ulf felt a surge of Orcish bloodlust. She glanced at Gleaming-Tusks, who nodded grimly. Together, they would defend their home and reclaim the Key of Creation. The battle was far from over, but Ulf knew that they had the strength and courage to face whatever horrors came their way.

The monstrosity let out another bone-chilling roar, then pivoted and charged towards a hole in the wall that led to the dungeons. From this gaping maw, a fresh wave of zombies began to pour, their rotting forms filling the air with the stench of decay.

“They’re coming from there!” Ulf shouted, her voice echoing through the chaos. “Follow it! Don’t let it escape!”

Orc warriors charged forward, hacking at the undead horde. Ulf and Gleaming-Tusks led the charge, their swords slicing through the putrid flesh of their enemies. Gleaming-Tusks, her face twisted in fury, rushed ahead to strike at the monstrosity’s arms, aiming to sever its grip on the Inert Lightning.

But the monstrosity, with its immense bulk, slammed against the wall with a force that made the very stones tremble. Gleaming-Tusks was caught in the impact, her body crushed beneath the weight of the creature. She crumpled to the floor, lifeless.

“Gleaming-Tusks!” Ulf cried, her voice breaking with grief and rage.

The monstrosity continued its relentless advance deeper into the dungeon. Ulf, driven by a need for revenge and a fierce desire to protect her home, led the Orcs in pursuit. They fought through the horde of zombies, their blades flashing in the dim torchlight. In the dungeon, prisoners cowered in their cells, their faces pale with terror.

Among them, Ulf caught sight of the green man in his cell, his eyes wide with fear. The sight of him, so helpless, only fueled her determination. She leapt into the air, her sword aimed at the monstrosity’s many hands holding the Inert Lightning. Her blade struck true, piercing the flesh but failing to sever the limbs.

A hundred hands reached out, grabbing hold of her, squeezing the life from her. Ulf struggled, her vision darkening. Suddenly, a sharp “twang!” echoed through the dungeon, and two arrows embedded themselves in the creature’s flesh. It roared in pain, dropping Ulf to the ground.

Gasping for breath, Ulf looked up to see Oznacht and Goreboar standing at the entrance to the dungeon, bows in hand. Goreboar winked, and with a fierce shout, the two Orcs loosed a hail of arrows. The projectiles peppered the monstrosity, each strike weakening it further. The creature staggered, its many limbs flailing, before finally collapsing to the ground in a heap.

Ulf, filled with a surge of triumph, approached the fallen abomination. She reached down and lifted the Inert Lightning from its grasp. The crackling bottle of lightning bolts felt almost warm in her hands, a testament to its incredible power.

“Victory is ours!” she declared, her voice ringing out clear and strong.

The Orcs around her let out a triumphant roar, their spirits lifted by the sight of their princess holding the precious Key of Creation. Even in the face of such terrible danger, they had prevailed. Ulf, despite the grief for her fallen friend, felt a fierce pride in her people and their unbreakable will to defend their home.

The ground beneath them began to rumble ominously, shaking the very foundations of the dungeon. Cracks spider-webbed across the stone floor, and massive thorny vines burst forth, lifting the stones and knocking everyone off their feet. The dungeon erupted in chaos as the walls trembled and debris fell from the ceiling. Ulf was thrown to the ground, and the Inert Lightning slipped from her grasp, rolling away.

One of the massive thorny vines whipped out violently, its barbed tendrils lashing at the Orcs. The vines moved with deadly precision, striking fear into the hearts of the warriors as they struggled to regain their footing. Ulf barely had time to react as a particularly large vine snaked toward her, its sharp thorns glistening menacingly in the dim light. It instead managed to swipe at her legs, causing her to trip and fall flat on her back.

The vine reared back, poised to strike and crush her. Ulf’s eyes widened in terror, her body frozen in the face of imminent death. Suddenly, a savage cry pierced the air.

“No! Ulf!” Duran roared, sprinting forward with his axe raised high. His eyes blazed with determination as he charged at the vine, intent on protecting Ulf at all costs.

"Duran, stop!" Dura screamed, her voice filled with desperation and fear. "It's too dangerous!"

But Duran was already in motion, his mind set on saving Ulf. The vine lashed out with blinding speed, its thorny length whipping through the air. In a horrifying instant, one of the thorns severed Duran’s head from his shoulders.

Ulf watched in horror as Duran’s lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the vine retracting and thrashing about wildly. Another of her companions, another brave soul, had fallen. The sight of Duran's lifeless form filled her with a deep sense of loss and anger, fueling her determination to end this madness and protect her kingdom from any further harm.

The chaos continued to swirl around her, but Ulf's resolve remained unshaken. She would fight on, for her fallen friends, for her people, and for the future of her kingdom.

From the gaping chasm that appeared in the floor, a maw into the earth itself, a figure began to rise on a colossal vine. The figure, an old man with graying brown hair, wore silver armor enameled with leaves and wielded a gleaming sword. His face was twisted with hatred, pale and crazed. Ulf's eyes widened in recognition.

"It's Alden, the Forest Protector!" she hissed, her voice filled with disbelief and fury.

Alden rode the massive thorn with ease, his eyes locked onto the Inert Lightning. Vines responded to his will, lifting the bottle and bringing it to him. He grasped it with a triumphant smile, ignoring the chaos he had unleashed.

"You cannot take that!" Ulf shouted, her voice cutting through the din. "I won'tallow you to harm my people!"

But Alden ignored her, his focus solely on the powerful artifact in his hand. The Orcs around Ulf struggled to rise, still dazed from the violent upheaval. As Alden turned to descend back into the dark chasm, a voice called out from one of the cells.

"Father!"

The green man’s voice echoed in the collapsing dungeon, filled with a mix of desperation and hope. Alden did not seem to hear, his expression unchanging as he descended into the depths, the Inert Lightning securely in his grasp.

"No! This isn't the end!" Ulf screamed, pushing herself to her feet. "I will protect my kingdom with my life! Do you hear me? This is not over!"

Her voice resonated with a fierce determination, a vow to her fallen friend and her people. As the last of Alden and his vines disappeared into the darkness, Ulf’s resolve only hardened. The battle was far from over, and she would stop at nothing to reclaim what was stolen and ensure the safety of her kingdom.

[rennsdeaddoves]

sneek peek at the fic for theweirdhybrids wukongverse

@theweirdhybrid has given me permission to write a fic for their wonderful au where five different Wukong's end up in lmk. here is a sneak peek of said fic!! (hope you like it btw hybrid)

When Wukong awoke the next morning surrounded by many of his little monkeys in a cuddle pile he almost missed the sensations, opting instead to try and catch some more sleep before Mk would come and they would talk a lot of things out. However, in those moments when the sleep he was enjoying so much evaded him that the sensation of power really hit him causing his eyes to shoot open. Panicked he went straight for the relic room where the source of so much power was coming from. 

For a moment Wukong thought it was the relic, that it had somehow activated and now the inhabitants of the mountain would be in trouble. But when the monkey king actually saw what was causing such a spike his train of thought stopped completely, body frozen in place, and mouth agape with something akin to shock and horror painted on his face. Honestly, Wukong had to slap himself just to see if he was still dreaming because on the floor of his relic room were nine figures, five of which were monkeys… 

The first one his eyes scanned over was small, 4’ if that, brown fur covered him, and instantly he noticed that the same clothing that he was given by Guianyin and his master at the beginning of his journey were on him, the yellow tunic, blue tippet, tiger skin wrap that was around his waist, blue pants, and worst of all the fillet around his head. Seeing that thing practically made him sick to his stomach. 

The second was just as short, fur a much lighter almost yellowish colour, he seemed to have on a more armour-oriented garb with the phoenix plums on his head, red-yellow shoulder and thigh guards, an orange tunic, brown pangs, black boots and a green tippet. His appearance greatly reminded him of when he had just received his new wardrobe from the dragon kings after getting his staff. 

The third was tall, like really tall, his fur was a dark reddish-brown and he also wore journey clothing but much fancier, he had on a red kuapao that ended just before his knees it had gold trim and jade green shoulder embroidery, keeping the kuapao closed was the tiger skin wrap and a piece of black fabric tied as a sort of guodu belt, he had a black tunic, black pants and red wrappings around his shins as well as a fillet of his own. Again it made him sick, the memories trying to claw their way up from the depths of his head. 

The fourth one looked Lanky, with long arms, shortish legs, and red fur, honestly his proportions kinda through wukong for a loop. His clothing was ragged at best with a yellow tunic untucked and ripped at the bottom and sleeves, a grey sash keeping it shut, light blue pants, and leather shin guards. The chains around his wrists didn’t escape Wukongs eyes or the bags under his eyes. 

The fifth and final one looked the wildest out of them all, he was likely as tall as the third if not taller, with wild white fur on his head which kinda reminded wukong of a main, and the rest of the fur on his body was a light brown. Though it was kinda hard to see under his hot pink fitted suit, brown dress shoes, bangles, chains, and mask. Honestly, Wukong was kinda doubting this one was even a monkey until he sturred slightly (scaring the shit out of him) and his mask fell from his face revealing it slightly. 

Looking the five over both with and without the golden eyes Wukong was faced with an impossible situation… they were all him. Well definitely different versions of him if it wasn’t apartment by clothing (why would any version of him wear pink??), fur colour, and size. Trying not to have a crisis he turned his attention to the other four bodies in the room. 

One was definitely Liuer Minhuo, from the silver-white fur to the bloody SIX EARS! It was plain as day to see that this one was Mac. it unnerved him slightly, made his heart race and mind cloud with guilt some but he shoved those feelings off as he examined the child next to the lanky him. 

Instantly he could see that the kid was mortal and not that old so he made sure to check for injuries without waking the boy and when he made sure that he had none then Wukong allowed himself to take in his appearance. He had a shaved head, dull, dirty clothing, and seemed to be grasping for lanky him… Wukong moved him closer and watched as the kid curled into the lanky him sighing comfortably and the monkey visibly relaxed as soon as the child felt on him. 

Knowing the boy was taken care of Wukong turned to the young man in red. He could distinctly feel the presence of Nezha on him, he had spiky black hair, a dark red leather jacket, black jeans, brown shin-high boots, and he could even make out the sky ribbon around his arm underneath the jacket sleeve. Clearly, this was a version of Nezha from another world who came with a version of him. That would be interesting… 

Finally, there was the-

“Monkey!!” 

“HOLY FUC-” 

Appearing right in front of his face was the last one, it seemed to be some kind of spirit with immense power. It took the form of what almost seemed to be a peach (yes like the fruit) kinda humanoid being. It had a leaf cape and was actually really cute with its high-pitched voice and wide brown eyes.

Raising his hands he let the little one land on them, “you gave me a real good scare there!” that caused them to laugh at him, once they were calmed down again Wukong asked them; “what's your name?” 

Surprisingly they gave him an answer, “Fruity!” 

(this is a part of chapter one! please feel free to comment and interact! )

[leo-interactive-fiction]

Leo my love...

I do distinctly remember you, back in the day, answering some asks about if the RO's appearance will change too during the series, with your answer being yes.

My question is if this plan has changed ? Hopefully not.

And if not, would you be willing to share with us what kind of changes you have planned for our dear RO's ?

Oh yeah, that hasn't changed haha, depending on the path the ROs will change appearance, powers, and in some cases shift personality a little. I have plans to execute a time skip of sorts, where you'll be reintroduced to the ROs as their evolutions.

For the sake of spoilers, I won't really go too in-depth on my plans for everything, but I can talk a bit about the general design concept of each ROs path that I want to take with them since it's probably a long way until that point anyway haha.

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Good Influence E: They remain relatively unchanged, doubling down on their more heroic nature to protect people. Their power focuses on speed, so their hairstyle becomes more windswept in the process. Wears casual top and shorts.

Bad Influence E: They're much more jaded and wear a greyscale zip-up hoodie and jeans (stubble if they're male). They focus on the destructive nature of their power to rid the world of evil. Unlike their counterpart, they mostly walk and aren't in a big hurry, casually deleting whoever gets in their way.

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Rebellion R: They have a robin hood mentality, using their elevated luck to pull off heists gentleman-thief style, calling card and all. To fit, they wear a simplistic gold masquerade mask and business casual.

Reclamation R: Based on a mafia motif with a gold-lined suit and tie and trilby hat. Their eyes also glow gold in this pathway from the general use of his power to cause misfortune to others.

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Peace L: They have a fortune teller motif with slight gypsy inspiration, wearing more robe/yukata style clothing. They learn how to focus their premonition and see further and clearer into the future.

Resolve L: They've evolved to have more Hospian shinobi attire, and their power has evolved into very in-depth clairvoyance of the immediate area.

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Soldier V: They've specialized into a Sniper utilizing a long-range bolt-action rifle and wearing a tactical vest and shemagh. Their hair has turned from silver to stark white. They utilize their power to create smokescreen and artillery.

Civilian V: They've learned how to fly a refurbished Spitfire plane from the pre-collapse era and can materialize one at will, though they've lost most of their arsenal doing so. They wear a loosely decorated bomber jacket, silver scarf, and have styled/pinned their hair.

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Cooperation P: has a thin red jacket and fireproof bandages covering burn marks on their hands and partway up their arms. Their power has evolved to carry them on burning wings and used in tandem with their spear.

Competition P: Has fireproof bandages covering the majority of their burn-marked body and replacing their upper clothing. Most of their skin has developed a reddish tint and their hair has an ember glow when they use their power without regulation.

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Masochism M: They have a slight reaper motif. Their skin is spotted with hints of frost and their breath has a constant mist. They use their power against the blade of their spear to create a scythe and drastically drop the temperature of the immediate area. Their hair now has subtle white highlights.

Alternate M: They use their power to summon spears of ice and have more of an ice-mage motif. Their hair has more broad strokes of white and blue frost. They have a constant need to wear gloves and an arctic coat.

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Insanity Raven: They wear an open black cloak/long coat that shows black markings etched into the side of their abdomen and snaking up to their neck made by the overuse of their power. Their hair is longer and they've developed a subtle red glint in their eyes whenever they use their power to steal people into a pocket dimension and condemn them to their fate.

Therapy Raven: They wear moderate dress wear and a blank mask that covers their entire face. They use their power as more of unlimited storage space for items and teleportation platforms than their counterpart. They're generally a lot more cleaned up in appearance on this path.

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Speed demon S: They wear a leather riding jacket decorated with numerous colorful patches, a checkered scarf, and their token riding goggles. They use their power in tandem with Sandrider to create extremely fast dust devils and sand storms to boost their speed.

Troublemaker S: They wear cargo jeans and dusted tank top along with a dark bandana they use to cover their face and neck. Their hair has subtle red and yellow highlights. They use their power to cause persistent sandstorms and locus swarms while keeping a small arsenal of Molotov's and spray paint on hand.

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Royal F: They've obtained a stylish crown and generally dress lavishly in expensive silken black/dark green suits/dresses with floral motifs etched into them. Their power is used to create debilitating toxins and poisons, utilizing the worst of nature for their purposes.

Commoner F: They specialized their archery, and wear a simplistic hemp tunic and archer's cowl interwoven with leaves for camouflage. Their hair is grown out and undone, dotted with the occasional flower or twig. They use their power to create a forest hunting ground along a wide area.

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As a little bonus, I'll say there's two additional protagonist characters that have yet to be introduced that are also applicable to this time skip change.

One is a Hospian sword user with a samurai motif that has wind-based powers.

The other is a Vestian assassin with a jumping spider motif that uses garrote-like threads

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Hopefully that helps to give you a little idea of what direction I'm going with these characters! I try to make the evolutions as interesting as possible while still sticking with the general foundation of the character. Some of these evolutions may not really make sense, but keep in mind there's a lot of in between stuff I have planned to make these changes a much more subtle and natural thing haha.

[decemebercircus]

Prompt: DAY FOUR: DECORATIONS character: JADE Leech

Notes: this is the rewrite because I'm not very good at "x reader stories".

So apologies if there are scenes where your character/Yuu seems to be in the background or just observing.

Story:

"Okay so Azul wants to do a simple Christmas theme... Probably shouldn't get too many things..." Quizeele said

"I volunteer to be your assistant" Jade graciously offered.

"Sure you can help me carry the ornaments," Quizeele said putting on her coat over her rich gold long sleeved velvet shirt and rust colored skirt trimmed with gold braid.

"I got the tree!" Floyd said dragging in a ten foot tall tree tied to a sled so the branches didn't get ruined.

"My you came back quickly!" Jade remarked smiling. Yuu followed suit holding a duffel bag.

"Floyd I said a small tree not-- Alright fine I'll work with what we have" Quizeele sighed.

"Octavinelle and Mostro Lounge are underwater themed and I don't want the decorations to make the theme look busy... Maybe colors such as silver, red, and white will do..." Quizeele said slowly going down the aisles.

Jade simply smiled enjoying the expression Quizeele had when she was deep in thought.

Yuu was enjoying being in a store strictly for Christmas decorations.

Jade had somehow snuck mushroom ornaments into the cart when Quizeele wasn't looking. Quizeele looked at him and at the mushroom ornaments.

"I'll pay for them myself" he offered seeing the look on her face.

"Yuu here's 200 madol-- use it to get the star for the tree! I trust you to make a excellent pick!"

Yuu returned about ten minutes later from the back of the store where tree toppers can be customized, with a sparkling gold star that looked like it had been shattered and then carefully placed back together again.

"Thanks Yuu! It's beautiful!"

Upon returning via mirror to Night Raven College and in turn Octavinelle, most of the students set off with their designated decorations.

"Alright first garland and lights--" Quizeele said grabbing a pack of white lights to string around the tree. "I should make one of the twins do this they are tall enough for it. But everyone is trying out Floyd's scary looking Christmas punch recipe so who knows how long everyone will be gone" Quizeele smiled almost vaguely happy to be celebrating another Christmas. She didn't celebrate often cause in reality the holiday was really meant to profit off others which meant in a few years it would be Azul's favourite holiday.

"I don't believe I've celebrated Christmas before, not really familiar with the holiday--" Yuu looked uncertain as to whether they should be helping.

"Then you can stay with us this Christmas!" A Octavinelle student said as he strung the garland on the stairway railing. Jade seemed quietly content with placing the hooks on the ornaments.

"You can help with the ornaments then!" Quizeele enthused, notably no longer wearing her coat now that she was inside again. "Just open the boxes for Jade, it'll be one less thing he has to do"  she continued.

"I'll Set this light right--Whoa!" Quizeele leaned to far on the stool and fell forward.

"Watch out!" Yuu called a bit too late, fumbling with the boxes of ornaments to get to Quizeele.

Quizeele however was caught by Jade who held her bridal style and didn't seem to want to put her down. "You caught me.. Just another debt I owe to you" Quizeele muttered.

Yuu raced toward them "hey are you okay?" They asked.

"Just a bit surprised is all" Quizeele sighed you can put me down now.

Jade didn't respond.

"I'm usually not this careless" Quizeele said struggling to get out of Jade's grip.

"I don't wanna put you down you could fall on something else," he said in mock worry.

"I'll be fine," Quizeele said.

Yuu resumed opening the boxes. 'The way he looked at her... It's kinda like... Lovers'. Yuu cast a glance at jade lowering Quizeele So she could stand on her own two feet. 'So I'm understandably feeling a bit awkward and a tiny bit jealous.'

How about i do the tree decorations?" Jade was saying and Quizeele looked angry. "But you're already are doing the decorations for the lounge, the menu, the--"

"It'll be fine. It's no trouble" Jade interrupted

"You and Azul I swear! Octavinelle! Dorm of the workaholics!" Quizeele threw her hands up ignoring how one of them smacked against the tree.

"Hey guys-" Yuu called earning attention from both "how about I help out with the Christmas stuff in exchange for staying here all winter?" Yuu offered.

Both Quizeele and Jade looked at them.

"We'll have to ask Azul when he comes back from the lounge" Jade said replacing the lights.

"What about your little glutton?" Quizeele asked.

"Grim?" Yuu blinked. "Uh Floyd can watch him...?"

"Then it's settled then." Jade remarked

"Again we have to tell Azul" Quizeele added.

"It will be alright" Yuu said "I'll make sure to earn my keep" they remarked.

[twisted-in-wonderland-jay]

A Twisted Wedding

Posted this on my Instagram but I had to cut a lot out so here’s the full version!!

Notes

Gender neutral

If not specified assume a white wedding or make up your own. If the guests are not stated it’s friends and family

The wedding is in Twisted Wonderland not our world.

You choose the dress/suit you wear

If something is unclear and you wish you see what I’m talking about send me a DM and I’ll try to help.

Malleus

black theme maybe green thrown in

The ring is a unique Emerald cut (three white jewels) for his special someone

only guests are the Diasomnia gang, and parents

though he’s a prince he wants this to be a private affair.

Remembers vows perfectly, the vows are very loyal and cheesy

Lilia

family, and the members of the Diasomnia gang are guest

he goes for a large romantic ring so people know your taken

green and silver theme

At night, in gazebo lit by fairy lights

Spring time

Silver

White and light blue theme

You both wear light blue almost white clothes

Simple wedding

Sliver makes sure not to sleep during this!

Comfy and calming reception

Spring wedding

Simple classy ring with little blue and white jewels

Leona

Outside

Pear design ring

Tan (think the color of dead plants), and pastel green, and white

He wears a white suit

Lots of dancing

Probably held in the forest

NO KIDS!!

Would not invite family but you sent invites. Cheka is the ring bearer.

If you were the one who proposed he would only agree if you beat him in a fight.

Malleus would find his way to the wedding or send a couple gifts

Leona is so pretty!! Like in his Fairy gala outfit

Leona is strangely flustered seeing you

Simple vows

Grabs you and kisses you before the priest can finish saying “you may kiss the bride/groom.”

Jack

Invites a lot of people: Vil who invites Rook, and epel, Leona (who surprisingly shows up), Ruggie, Riddle, Deuce, and Cater; of course family.

On a cliff next to the sea and a forest

Gold and sliver theme gold being only accent

Tries to be tough and not cry but kinda does...

Vows include being honest, and putting us first

Cute little princess ring (square jewel)

Ruggie

Vows include something about sharing food, not having a lot but willing to give it all to you.

Tan and white wedding

Held in the fall

Blushing mess

Forgot a line in his vows

Guests: Epel, Leona, Rook, family.

Not small but nothing like Vil’s venue. He wanted you give you a good wedding but since he doesn’t have a lot he tried his best.

Really doesn’t want a lot of guests

Tan plaid vest, tan suit jacket and pants, small bow tie.

In a field of sun flowers

If you went out on anything it would be the ring it’s a Asscher style ring simple yet elegant inside is engraved with the words “forever, till the end of time”

Vil

Big. BIG!!! Venue in a castle

You both wear small gold crowns

Navy blue and gold theme

Wants you to be prettier then him😱

Ballroom dancing!!

Stay the night there

Very romantic but a small bit of narcissistic words in his vows (promises to be loyal but some people just can resist him)

Doesn’t wear over 3 inch heels at wedding because he doesn’t want to tower over you (just this once(he thinks the photos of you kissing would look awkward))

Photos for weeks posted on Magicam showing you off

Wears his hair up insist you do the same

Every student in Night Raven Collage is invited as long as he knows them (aka everyone named in the game, staff, and all students in Pomefiore)

Epel and Rook help you both get ready

Wedding is 2 months after proposal

Spares no expense

Does all the planning with you but doesn’t go to pick and dress wanting to see you in the dress on the wedding but sends Rook and Epel to help (they have good fashion sense right?)

Spa days every couple of days making sure you and he have clear, soft, and beautiful skin, hair and body.

Okay... a large romantic ring with eccentric designs

Rook

In nature

Guests: Epel, Vil, Ruggie, Azul, the twins, Leona, and Trey; family too.

Vows are very creative, and poetic

Blue suit the one he wears in the groom-for-a-day event

Doesn’t wear hat (unless you want him to)

When he kisses you he pulls his hat out and kisses you behind it

Red, white, and blue wedding

Marquise style ring

Epel

Out in the country

Spring season (late spring)

Spring decor (pastels)

Small (he doesn’t like the idea of a big wedding)

Flowers everywhere

You wear a follower crown

Guest: Family, residents of town, Riddle and the others, Jack, and Ruggie. He still has harsh feelings towards Vil so he wasn’t invited (unless you invite him)

Suit is what he wore for the Groom-For-A-Day event

Held in an apple tree forest (because of the blossoms)

Cuts hair a bit so to not be feminine

(This is a couple of years after the events of the game and (I hope) epel has gotten taller, and looks more manly(not too manly though because y’all probably like him because of his feminine looks))

Idia

White and light blue wedding

Guests: Ortho, and family (sorry but he’ll get to nervous)

Smiling a lot but a soft smile

Crying.... he’s totally crying

Ortho or Azul is best man

If Azul is best man Ortho is the ring bearer

At night, in a little gazebo

Blue roses and other flowers

White jacket, light blue vest, blue tie

His hair is in the ponytail

You wear a vail (male or female) it’s something Idia wants to do: Lift the vail or his Lover at the wedding.

Jade

In the forest

Sunny

Black and white wedding

Guests: Floyd, Azul, family, Grim (you invite others)

The shoe wedding game

Small gathering

Fun games

Simple and versatile ring

Floral theme

Jade has a lovely smile on and it’s a genuine, caring, smile

Floyd

Ocean theme

Guests: Jade, Azul, family, Ace, Deuce, Riddle, and Grim

The ring is a basic silver ring with little blue waves painted on and tiny white jewels on top of the waves

The inside says “No ocean can keep us apart”

In an under water glass room

Fish swim around the tank like room

Jelly fish decor for the lighting

Surprisingly he’s calm and not embarrassing you or him

After while your eating he whispers a comment that you are looking “fine”

Azul

Winter

All White/silver and gray

Ice skating

Azul is a blushing mess but his best man Jade is there to calm him a bit

Azul’s vows include something about him not being worthy of you, but you assure him that he’s the one for you

Jamil

Simple

Probably no guests or just a couple friends

You can invite Kalim, but Jamil might not

Inside a church (for privacy)

Kinda cries as you walk down the aisle

Black and white theme

Tells you he will always be there for you over anyone else.

Private affair

Somehow you convinced him to hold a wedding. He just wanted to sign the papers a keep it to yourself

Kalim

A party right after!

Lots of food and fun

Lots and lots of guests

But it’s a cute white wedding

The reception not so much...

Spares no expense

In his vows he tells you he won’t party to much and how much he really really loves you

Riddle

Fancy

Red and gold!!!

Mostly red

Groom-For-A-Day suit

You wear a rose flower crown

In rose garden some painted some not

Your vows are beautiful he almost cries

He invites his mother even though you don’t like the idea

Guests: family, Heartslabyul, Malleus, Sebek, you invite Floyd, Jade, and Azul for fun, sliver, Lilia, and Che’nya.

Big wedding for not like Vil’s it has its quaint charm to it.

A lot nicer then you though, though we all know Ace would do something to result in “Off With Your Head” though Ace tried his best not to.

Ace

Sneak out of your own wedding

Red and Black theme

Wears the ghost bride suit but hairs not tied back

Guest: Heartslabyul, Floyd, Jamil, family.

Probably does the conga line dance

Fun time

Ring is emerald cut

The Heartslabyul gang asks after being told your getting married If your sure you want this one? You whole heartedly say yes.

Cater

all of his magicam followers on a live stream, the Heartslabyul gang, family, Vil, Jack, Kalim, and Lilia.

White and red

In a church

Winter

White roses and red daisies

Crazy vows just some random stuff he came up with

Lots of dancing!!

White and red suit

NO RED ROSES!

Loads of gifts

Cute ring pear shaped gold accent

Trey

Light green and white

Light green is accent

Cute vows remembers every line even though he’s flustered

In a Church

Too cute

Guests: Heartslabyul, che’nya, and family.

Deuce

Blue and gold

Star theme (maybe it’s because I love the wish upon a start event)

Rents out an observatory

You can see the stars clearly

So romantic

Vows have something to do with loving you to the end of the universe and back

Slow dance under the stars

Romantic?! What we’re talking about Deuce right?!

This is after Deuce stops getting flustered by just talking to you.

Sebek

Medieval theme

You can’t tell me this man doesn’t love the medical Europe aesthetic of Knights and Princess

You have to wear a crown

You both run under swords to the carriage/car

Traditional vows and promise to protect you

Surprisingly doesn’t talk much about Malleus

Guests: Family, Riddle and the Diasomnia gang

Malleus gives many gifts

Lilia is so happy and proud of him even though he didn’t raise the boy

[fiery-assassin-arc]

Welcome to the Masquerade—Iris' POV 

 I’m being assisted out of the carriage, taking notice of the elaborate gowns and suits this evening. Golden lights from the lanterns shine across the pillars of the palace. Green and gold ribbons adorn everything, from the statues to the stairrails leading inside.  

 “My, you’ve stolen everyone’s hearts, Your Highness.”  

 I look over to see Alastair in a strikingly red suit, with a red mask. His brown hair is pulled to the side in a ponytail, giving a light amber hue in the light. The way his feet hit the stone have some energy to it that feels almost familiar, but I shrug it off.  He bows at the waist, a hand behind his back. When he looks up at me, I notice admiration. 

  “I’m surprised no one has given you the same compliment.” I cursty, sighing with delight. “It sure looks lovely, doesn’t it.” 

 “Yes, it appears so.” But his eyes are still on me. I fight the blush starting to rise. It’s been a while since a man has paid me attention.  “You don’t have an escort or are you waiting for him?” 

 “I came by myself.”I start to walk up the stairs, nodding to the other partygoers. To my right, Alastair follows. “What about you?” 

 “Oh,” he clears his throat, looking up at the chandelier. “I didn’t think of anyone, either. I came with a friend, though. Haldor, great man.” 

 “Where is he? I’d like to meet him.” Maybe I can find out more about Alastair through him, or through a dance.   

 “He’s probably out talking with the women, being a flirt.” Alastair chuckles, and straightens his tie a bit. “I have to warn you, he’s a bit of a heartbreaker. In terms of looks, I mean.” 

 I raise a brow. Is he trying to set me up with his friend? How cliché.  “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”  

 Entering the main foyer, I am witness to seas of colorful gowns and suits. And there’s a thousand masks, making it unclear to find anyone of familiarity. Times like these I wished I blended in better in the crowd. 

 “This is a spectacular turnout.” I look at a few nobles who stare at me and wave politely. I can do this. I can do this. 

 “It really is. Save me a dance later, your Highness?”

 I nod and hand my shawl to a coat rack, and make my way through to converse with everyone. People are praising the decorations, yet most enjoy themselves on the food and wine. I hope to find Kitana soon to congratulate her on a job well done, but I want to see everyone else. Not shocking me, I see someone with a familiar hat, keeping his distance from everyone at the party. 

 He straightens himself out as I make my way over to him, and I could almost see his frown through his mask. “You know this ain’t my kind of thing, Iris.”

 “A little effort would’ve been nice.” I flick his western hat. “But I’ll give you a pass this time.”

 Erron rolls his eyes. “Mind telling me what’s with the feathers on your gown? You look like a vulture. A pretty vulture.” He quickly adds.

 “I’m a black swan. Instead of appearing so pure, the black swan is like the evil sister of the white swan.” I pick up the skirt, feeling feathers dance around my fingertips. Erron tilts his head, but he’s chuckling. “What?”

 “It suits you, in some way. But evil isn’t your color.” He says, before turning in the direction to a green-clad woman, stealing everyone’s attention. 

 Jade is dressed from head to toe, with a green mask and gold accents, befitting the theme. Her dark brown skin glows under the evening lights, and her smile is aglow. You know how people say wars start over beautiful women? Jade is one of them.

 “She certainly dressed for the occasion, hm.” I comment, before noticing Erron’s silence. He’s gone. Whether he went for a smoke or went to Jade, I’m not sure. I make my way through the crowd, doing the usual I would do at a party.

 Have fun.

 ~~~

 Hours have passed, and I’m taking another helping of roasted pheasant on a puff pastry when a fanfare rolls through the main foyer. I turn my head, holding the toothpick in my mouth as I watch. 

 Kitana stands by her throne, dressed in a glittering silver and blue gown and cerulean mask. Her hair is intertwined with blue silk ties, settling against her shoulder. Two guards flank her sides, but Jade is at the left side, never wavering. The right is empty, with very obvious reason.  

 “My fellow people, of all castes, I have to thank you all for coming to tonight’s event.” Her voice rings out across the silent room. Masked people shout thanks in native tongue. “Tonight is not just a moment of festivity, but a moment of celebration and reflection. We reflect on the past. What brought us to this place in time, and we reflect on mourning with our fallen warriors, family and friends.” She pauses, closes her eyes for a moment. I feel her pain like a knife in my chest. 

 I think of Sonya, my fallen allies in the Lin Kuei, Frost. How they would love to be here. Sort of. Sonya would deny the invitation and make me send an ambassador. 

 “We celebrate tonight the courageous heroes who have fought for the safety of our realms. To prove to you all, that together, we are strong and can overcome anything. Our pride will never waver. I promise you, as your Kahnum, to make sure my rule will be quite different than my predecessors. I will use the wisdom of my father, King Jerrod, as my guide to a vital and prosperous Outworld.”

 I clap my hands in response, and everyone erupts into thunderous applause. Kitana’s doing good out there, still shy at doing motivational speeches but she has the spirit. And I see it in all the masked faces. A woman with ashen hair chokes on a sob, with her hand tight on jewels around her throat.  

 “Quite moving, indeed.” 

 I look to my right to see Alastair, his face twisted into a smile. He points at my mouth. “Don’t choke on that.”

 I take out the toothpick, and fight off the embarrassing heat climbing up my face. “She’s growing into her role nicely, don’t you think?”

  “She is. It has to be tough, to have very knowledge of political guidance, only having the strengths of being a cold-blooded killer. When it comes to ruling, she’s a fish out of water.” His eyes go towards Kitana, and he clicks his tongue in distaste.  

 “Can’t blame her.” I scoff. “I know she hasn’t had the best influence of ruling a realm, when it was corrupted by tyranny.” Crossing my arms, I look at the throne Kitana stands in front of. “That throne itself has seen many a betrayal and bloodspill. Kotal was right to surrender the throne to her. It is her birthright after all.”

“Is it, though?” I look at him, tilt my head. He goes on, voice clipped. “If I’m right, Kitana isn’t even born in Outworld, just placed here because her true realm is forgotten, merged with this one. In actuality, she’s sitting on a truthfully stolen throne, with a realm full of displaced people, having nothing but someone’s tyrannical teaching and dead scrolls for a guide.”

 At that I keep my mouth shut. Even though I don’t Kitana for so long, I’d like to think she would be best at repairing a broken realm. To fire back and protect the Kahnum’s image, I say, “Sometimes its best to have yourself be your own guide, yet there is nothing wrong with having extra assistance.”

 “Hmm,” He muses, before clapping along to whatever Kitana has spoken to. Suddenly rich music fills the dance floor, and everyone around us moves to dance with others. Alastair and I are the only two standing like two tall trees around water. 

 Alastair clears his throat, rich blue eyes boring into me. He bows at the waist, extending a burgundy gloved hand. “I believe you owe me a dance, Your Highness.”

 I take his hand. “I believe you’re right.”

[lsvdw-blog]

Hi babe! i come to you with some "newlywed" questions fo S and E. The thing is... you have to answer as them :D

For Both

On a scale from 1 to 10, how would your partner rate your first date?

How often do you go on dates now?

Who's the better kisser?

What did your partner wear on your first date?

Who is a better gift giver?

For Serena

Do you have a pet name for Ethan? If so, what is it?

What's the cutest thing he does in the morning?

Describe Ethan with the line of a poem.

How long did you date him before he proposed?

What is something you do he pretends to hate but secretly loves?

For Ethan

What's her go-to Karaoke song? Is she a good singer?

What's Serena's biggest shopping addiction?

Describe the thing you love the most about her.

What was the exact moment you knew you wanted to marry her?

What is your favorite meal to prepare for Serena?

Have fun!

OMG SCREAM!!!!! Bree, I love you so much!!!! These questions are so cuuuuute and I have been living with all of your answers about Lilac x Ethan lately, so thank you so much for asking and thinking of my two beans 🥰❤🥰❤ Buckle up, b/c this is gonna be LONG. Answers under the cut!

Let me set the scene: I imagine this happening like an interview about to be included in a magazine/recorded😂 like they're being interviewed by the Oprah of Boston b/c everyone is shook that the medical power couple is married. They're sitting next to each other on a loveseat, with Ethan leaving a respectable amount of space b/w them; the interviewer is across from them. S and E each have a tiny microphone attached to their collar. Serena is excited, but Ethan hates it here 😂

For Both

On a scale from 1 to 10, how would your partner rate your first date?

Serena: "Miami? Mmm, like a 2, because someone decided to block some fun," she looks pointedly at the interviewer, "activities. Our official first date? I'd say a solid 9."

Ethan stares at his wife, trying to hide his horror at her Miami comment. He clears his throat and runs his hand down the front of his tie before responding.

Ethan: "Our first date was an 8 for her."

How often do you go on dates now?

Serena: "Our schedules are very busy, so we try for twice a month for an actual date night."

Ethan: "Yes, what my wife said."

Who's the better kisser?

Serena: "Oh, me. Hands down. He is also a very good kisser, but... I'm better," she winks.

Ethan: "I concede this point to my wife," he smirks.

What did your partner wear on your first date?

Serena: "He wore a dark blue suit with a white dress shirt and black dress shoes. Black tie with a silver tie clip. Silver watch on his left wrist. Silvery-white pocket square. Everything impeccably tailored... really brought out his eyes," she says with a small smile, turning to look at him, eyes gleaming.

Ethan: "She wore a bright red bodycon midi dress with five large black buttons running down the front on the right side. She carried a small red purse with golden studs placed diagonally all along the front," he's been staring at her the entire time. He reaches for her hand now. "Extremely muted light purple wedges that could almost pass for white. She kept her hair straight, with a side part on the right. Red lipstick, neck adorned with a pearl and gold necklace, a jade bracelet on her left wrist, a silver one on her right," he finishes, eyes soft, thumb stroking hers.

Who is a better gift giver?

Serena: "Absolutely Ethan."

Ethan: "Yes, that would be me."

For Serena

Do you have a pet name for Ethan? If so, what is it?

"I don't know if you'd count this as a pet name, but I call him by his first initial, 'E,' quite a lot. There's also the occasional 'sweetheart,' or 'babe.'"

What's the cutest thing he does in the morning?

"I think it's a tie between two things. He gets up at an ungodly hour and I am not a morning person, so whenever he gets up, he'll carefully cover my eyes with his t-shirt to shield me from the light he turns on. He'll take it off when he's done. He also, without fail, kisses my forehead before leaving the room every morning."

How long did you date him before he proposed?

Describe Ethan with the line of a poem.

"'I don't think you will ever fully comprehend how you've made my dreams come true.' I went into medicine because of him and my dream was always to be at Edenbrook, working alongside him. This came true because he chose my application. Personally, he is such a pure and good man, better than I could have ever conjured up."

"Officially, two years in total. About 6 months after the end of my residency."

What is something you do he pretends to hate but secretly loves?

"The fact that I incessantly point out any and every dog we come across. He secretly finds it endearing." She smiles triumphantly.

For Ethan

What's her go-to Karaoke song? Is she a good singer?

"Anything that 'is a bop,' to quote her. She doesn't have one specific go-to song, as it depends on the mood she's in. But I remember one particularly exuberant performance of 'Livin' on a Prayer' by Bon Jovi with her brother. She's a decent singer: 6.5."

What's Serena's biggest shopping addiction?

He arches one brow. "Do I have to pick just one?" Serena playfully hits him on the arm. "Right now, it's handbags. But she's more particular about those, so she rarely ever buys one. However, she can always find new clothes and shoes to purchase. Always."

Describe the thing you love the most about her.

"Her energy. She lights up the entire room and has such a way about her that makes others feel at ease. She makes friends everywhere and perpetually has you laughing. She is never afraid to try something new, oftentimes shrugging and giving a "why not" facial expression before going to tackle said obstacle or adventure. Her easy-going confidence just... draws you to her."

What was the exact moment you knew you wanted to marry her?

"She was video calling one of her old college friends, who was coming down to Boston soon to visit her. They caught up, while also trying to plan their agenda. Serena began to list all of the must-see sights, must try cuisines, and local treasures and hidden gems. She spoke with so much excitement and passion for this city, her eyes positively sparkling. Watching and listening to her, I realized that she now saw Boston as her home, just as I do, and that I wanted to continue to experience all that this amazing city has to offer, not alone anymore, but with her. To make this city not 'my' home or 'her' home, but 'our' home," he raises Serena’s hand and kisses it.

What is your favorite meal to prepare for Serena?

"Her mom's honey roasted duck recipe, with a side of rice and sautéed vegetables."

I loved answering these so so much!!! Thank you for sending them to me; love you!! ❤❤

[defenderrosetyler]

APAHS Chapter 6

AN: Chapter 6 has arrived! I love all of your guys feedback it really makes my day ^_^ No real warnings this time I think..... WC: 2,221 Beta thanks to the wonderful @flamencodiva and dividers by @winchest09​ Storybrooke

“What do you mean you want an engagement ring? Hasn’t Samuel gifted you with one?” Rowena asks Ruby, closing her loan payment ledger. Yes, it was only lunchtime, but there were a few payments that had rolled in. Ruby scoffed, crossing her arms as she tossed her hair over her shoulders. “As if, he has yet again tried to throw me out onto the streets. Both of our names are on that lease. I won’t let him kick me out. I do care for him despite what the town thinks.”

Letting out a hum of thought, the red-headed loan shark headed to her back room. Looking through her drawers of things her debtors had used as a pawn of sorts to help pay off their loan. Finding the jewel she’d been looking for, with a smirk she headed back to the front of the store and placed the ring in Ruby’s hand. The ring was a thin silver band, in the middle sat a bright white diamond, on either side of the large gem, however, sat two bright sapphires. Rowena hadn’t even asked Ruby’s ring size, but this ring she’d grabbed fit her hand perfectly. “Oh, Rowena, it's beautiful,” Ruby smirked wickedly, “Sam is mine, I’m not about to let him get wrapped around another woman’s finger. Despite what people think, I do care for Sam, and I’m going to prove who he belongs to.” 

Across town, Y/N was occupied, and in pain. After explaining to Amaya her situation with needing more work to keep up her payments, both women had agreed to work at the Queen’s Court inside the Rabbit Hole. This wasn’t the kind of work she had in mind, but what choice did she have. There wasn’t anything else she could do. There was the option of agreeing to marry Rowena’s son, Crowley, but that was a hard pass. She’d rather rot in hell before agreeing to be his bride. As she finished her routine, under the name  White Swan, Y/N groaned, spotting Crowley standing at the employee’s entrance. “Y/N, sweetheart, can’t we just talk?” He asks. “Crowley, can’t you go sit in those crummy cars you sell? I’m sure the carbon monoxide would knock you out faster than living alone,” She snapped. Partly from seeing him, the other from the uncomfortableness of her heels. Walking and dancing in 6-inch heels when you’ve never done it before? Not the best thing to do.

The businessman lets out a sigh of resentment. “It's just a conversation, not a marriage proposal” He tries again. “Crowley, I’m sure there's a woman in Storybrooke who is better suited for your needs than myself. I can find ways to pay your mother back. I’m not about to just give up now” She says, brushing past him to go change. It had been a long, exhausting day, and all Y/N wanted to do was go home. Crowley left with a sigh, nodding to Ruby who stood at the street corner, waiting for Y/N to come out. Y/N groans spotting Ruby, muttering her name under her breath. “Well well, if it isn’t the little duckie coming out of the pond?” Ruby teased, making sure her left hand was in full view. The light from above catches on the gems. “Ruby, I really don’t want…” her voice trailed off seeing the ring. “Is that?” Ruby smirked, “My engagement ring from Sam? Oh yes, proposed last night after he got home. Guess he couldn’t wait any longer. He really does love me deep down, you know.” “That’s not how I understood it. He keeps trying to kick you out.” Y/N argues, trying to hold back her tears.  

Ruby scoffed, crossing her arms as she glared at Y/N, “couples fight, duckie.” She licked her lips, “you would know if you ever had a man. Let’s face it, you’re too ugly for any man to ever want you.” Ruby noticed Crowley watching them, a sly smile on her lips, “Crowley must be desperate if he’s going for you. You know, his mom is almost as rich as Gold. Too bad you’ll always be down in the dirt, like the ugly duckling you are.” “Why don’t you just leave me alone Ruby.” Y/N scoffed, “Surely you must have something better to do?” 

Brushing past her, Y/N turns to head back into the Rabbit Hole, spotting Crowley sitting at the bar. “About dinner…”

----- Enchanted Forest “Making me do all your work? What kind of witch are you anyway. You’ve got the girl, why can’t we just take over her kingdom instead of the Winchesters?” Crowley snarled at his mother as he grabbed his clothes. “Because they banished me for just a wee bit of magic. It's not like I was planning to kill anybody” Rowena says with a shrug, looking through the spellbooks she’d had Crowley sneak in and grab for her. Well, the one’s that King John hadn’t destroyed by putting them into a fiery blaze the day she was banished. “Mother, we both know you wanted Queen Mary killed, force yourself into King John’s bed till you were pregnant and solidified an heir.” This made Rowena blink. Her son was smarter than he looked, and minor details didn’t slip past him usually. 

“Perhaps.” She says not confirming or denying her son’s allegations against her. Grabbing the final ingredient, tossing it into the black cauldron, she sighed, grabbing a ladle and portioned out the vials. “This will be the third batch this week. Are you sure you're making it right?” Crowley asks, arms crossed against his chest. Rowena’s dark jade eyes glare at him. “It’s a slow process. Can’t do it all at once.” “You said that after the first batch. I’ve been sneaking around, trying to not get caught, yet here you are making me risk my neck for you.” The red head sighed frustrated, “You know that Castle, as well as I do, Crowley. You know how to remain hidden and unseen. Only a fool would get caught.” This particular batch of poison made six vials in total. Taking four of them, and placing them in his pocket, Crowley makes his way back to Winchester Palace. 

The poison his mother had made, in enough doses and in large quantities, was meant to make the drinker incoherent and unable to think clearly. Once the recipient had received enough, it would make her appear to have an incurable disease. Once to baffle the medical staff till they were blue in the face, trying to heal their precious and beloved Queen. Since Odette’s capture, Crowley had been giving Queen Mary four vials in the span of a week. He’d started off with two, but there wasn’t as much of an effect as his mother would have liked, so she made him up the vial amount to four.

Being he’d left later than he’d planned, Crowley had managed to sneak into the kitchens just before supper was to be served. The kitchen was more packed than he’d planned as the staff bustled about gathering the finishing touches for the evening meal. 

Ever since Princess Ruby’s arrival, King John had spared no expense. Bringing the best protein and sides he could manage. He did want to leave a good impression on the princess if indeed she was to be Sam’s bride. As soon as Crowley was sure the coast was clear, he entered the kitchen through a secret passage. As he was opening the vial, however, he was stopped when the tip of a blade was pressed just under his neck. “Back away slowly, before I slit your throat and make a mess for the maids to clean,” a gruff voice said from beside Crowley. Stepping backward as he was asked, Crowley swallowed the lump in his throat as he met a pair of bright blue eyes. “Evening Castiel.”

“Benny, what do you mean I can’t go downstairs, it's time for dinner, as usual, what's wrong?” Sam asks him as he was prevented from leaving his chambers.

“I’m zorry, your highnez,” Benny let out. “It zeems Castiel haz caught our slippery snake,” he continued, leading Sam down a long hallway and towards the dungeons. 

“Slippery….” Sam says confused before catching who Castiel had exactly caught. “Crowley.” “‘Ello, Samuel,” Crowley muttered, “Come to be my executioner?” “I’ll leave that to Castiel. He’s good at killing snakes like you.” “I was only doing as I was told!” Crowley argued, trying to make a defense for himself, “It’s not my fault my mother’s obsessed with ruling the place!” 

“Your mother?” Castiel asked, raising his eyebrow at him. “The Witch Rowena,” Sam snarled through his teeth, “The one who stole Odette and killed her father”

“Then why was he allowed to work in the palace?” Castiel glared at Crowley, the tip of his blade pressing on his neck. “How did we not know?” “A girl has to have her secrets blue eyes.” Crowley muttered. “Benny, give me your sword.” Sam says looking over at him, “I’m sure Castiel would be more than happy to kill him, but this is one execution I’d have the pleasure of handling myself.” “Kill me if you want, boy, but that little swan of yours will still stay hidden.” Sam’s anger rose, his chest rising and falling as his nose began to flare out. 

“Sam,” Castiel said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We need to notify your father. We need to know how we never knew about Rowena being his mother? Have you seen Crowley with Rowena?” Sam nodded, his gaze still fixed on Castiel. “Out by the lake, he and his mother are out there every night.” Back upstairs, John went to find Mary, wanting to make sure that she was alright. Upon entering their chambers, he spotted her still lying in bed. “Mary? Are you alright?” “It’s nothing. Just a little tired from this afternoon that’s all” The Queen replied, trying to brush off her husband’s worry. John felt his wife’s head, noticing beads of sweat running down her forehead. “Mary, you're burning up,” he whispered, running to the door to shout for the Castle Doctor. 

“Forgive me your majesty, but your wife does appear quite ill. The problem is, I cannot tell what has made her ill.” He admits with a frown. “There has to be something you can do.” The King begs. The Doctor was silent, grabbing his things as he left the King and Queens chambers. “Your Highness,” another one of the guards says, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder, “Forgive my intrusion, but your father is asking for you.” Sam looks at Benny and Castiel, “I’ll talk to my father about this. Get as much information out of him as you can, we need to find what he’s been doing here.” he says, turning to head back up the stairs. “Dad!” Sam calls appearing at the end of the corridor once climbing the stairs. “Son, we need to talk privately.” John says in hushed tones, “I have some concerning news concerning your mother.”

---- Storybrooke

After working through the papers at Gold’s office, logging the few items he’d gotten as pawns, Sam looked up hearing the clicking of heels. Groaning as he spotted Ruby leaning against the glass displays. It was valentine's day and Sam had planned on stopping by Granny’s to look for Y/N to give her a yellow rose for the day, in hopes to mend their relationship. “Ruby, what are you doing here? Couldn’t this wait till I got back?” Sam muttered

“What, and ruin the evening of valentines day? I thought maybe we could go out to Granny’s or something.” Ruby smiled, batting her eyelashes at him. “Well, Well, Miss Blackheart, wasn’t expecting a visit from you.” Gold says, making his way out of his office. “What a ring you have, looks like you did rather well Samuel. It would seem congratulations are in order.” 

Sam looked over at his employer rather confused. “What?” he asks, finally catching the glint of the ring on Ruby’s left ring finger, “Where did you get that. I know I didn’t get that for you.” 

“Course you did.” Ruby winked, pulling Sam along with her “Come on, I want to celebrate our engagement by having a special dinner.” Sam wanted to protest going to dinner with Ruby, he could barely stand the woman, let alone any more unnecessary stress. He just wanted one thing to go right, or even just halfway normal. He’d been meaning to find time to talk to Henry, or even Bobby. He’d talk to Dean, but given their recent conversations, it would just turn into an argument. 

As they made their way into Granny’s diner, Sam felt his heart go cold, seeing car salesman Crowley Rosethorn press a kiss to Y/N’s cheek as he handed her a handful of red roses. 

Sam felt the wind get knocked out of his chest. His heart felt like it was going to shatter, it held a secondary emotion though. Jealousy. He wanted to be the person giving Y/N roses, wanted to make her laugh, smile or just be happy. 

Apparently Ruby had other ideas, as she forced his hand on their engagement. He had to break it off, but how?

[cantalouupe]

OMG YOUR MIND! i love the thought of their moans and faces when you play with their piercings 🥺

wrote about which piercings they would get and their reactions to you playing with them :D

diluc: gets a simple, pretty, and silver piercing! like one that glimmers even in the dark! diluc denies that it feels good (tsundere), but teasing him any further and he’s on the brink of tears, begging for you. not even 10 minutes of playing with his chest and his tears are running down his red tinted cheeks

xiao: gets a small, silver hoop with balls made of jades at the ends! it’s very, very pretty, and he loves them so much! he’s SUB BABY 1! he will do ANYTHING to cum and be such a good boy. SUPER obedient and will only do things when told to. though he doesn’t ask for a lot, please spoil him he deserves the world :(

albedo: gets a gold halo decorated with shining jewels! he’s SUB BABY 2! the most sensitive about the piercings and will simply shudder the moment your finger brush against them. he’s also a very good boy and will obey when asked to! please give him lots of care and be gentle with him 🥺

kaeya: gets a silver one with icy blue jewelry decorated on it 🥰 he’s a little spicy so he’d probably add small chains that run across his chest every so lightly. but, he is a BRAT. straight BRAT. he’ll disobey and try to rile you up to get you mad so you could pin him down and play with his nips harsher. make him beg, nibble on them a bit, PLEASE! he loves it so much

zhongli: a sun-shaped halo bronze piercing! it’s a little extra compared to the others, but it’s absolutely beautiful around his nipples! it also suits him well 🥰 i think zhongli is very obdient as a sub! but he’s very, very needy and asks for lots of things unlike albedo/xiao who put you in complete charge (spoiled brat zhongli!)

scaramouche: SKULLS. he gets black skulls on his! and depending on his mood, he’ll either be the sweetest boy only trying to pleasure his s/o or a brat, where he’d purposely tease you while you’re busy. does things like pushing his chest out when hugging you so you could feel the metal piercings against your own chest or lifting his shirt to flash you. during these times, he’s hinting that he wants to be fucked with to the MAX until he’s crying and ruined

thinking about it really makes me so 🥺 sub genshin men are so cute

- 🌵 anon

anon you go above and beyond what did i do to deserve you omg THIS IS SO GOOD YOU ARE AMAZING FOR THIS

XIAOXIAOXIAO I AGREE I AGREE SWEETEST BOY DESERVES THE WORLD

the albedo one </3 SUB ALBEDO WITH PRETTY PIERCINGS AND SENSITIVE NIPPLES I AM OBSESSED

i love the idea of characters i would normally put as doms (specifically diluc, zhongli & scara) just absolutely falling apart when you play with their nipples

thank you for the food