#current drafts

[dreamauri]

rogress report for THE MONTH OF MAY 2025

( main master list ) ( requests ) ( last month )

progress meter -> ( 51% )

WEEK ONE ✅️

thin walls and thinner patience — cl16 + cs55 ( smut )

no, not dearer than you — op81 ( angst )

tied up — cl16 ( smut )

WEEK TWO ✅️

you in every corner — mv1 ( fluff )

wired in, IX — mv1 ( angst )

mommy mommy — ln4 ( smut )

sol de mi, corazon — cs55 ( fluff )

straighten my heart out — cl16 ( fluff )

before you even ask — ln4 ( fluff )

dedicated to the one i love, XV — mv1 ( fluff )

yes in golden hour — cs55 ( fluff )

WEEK THREE

chase me — mv1 ( fluff )

i've got the bill — mv1 ( fluff )

let me pay — cl16 ( fluff )

my turn — cs55 ( fluff )

wired in?, X — mv1 ( angst )

dedicated to the one I love, XVI — mv1 ( fluff )

better say yes — op81 ( fluff )

WEEK FOUR

touch and go — cl16 ( suggestive )

heart theif — mv1 ( fluff )

wired in?, XI — mv1 ( fluff/angst )

fluency from the heart — cs55 ( fluff )

dedicated to the one I love, XVII — mv1 ( fluff )

passenger princess — sv5 ( fluff )

in any language — kr7 ( fluff )

WEEK FIVE

entre cada palabra — fc43 ( fluff )

sunwarmed skin — kr7 ( fluff )

user is typing... — op81 ( fluff + crack )

aftercare — cs55 ( fluff )

dedicated to the one I love, XVIII — mv1 ( fluff )

wired in?, XII — mv1 ( fluff/angst )

[sleepingdeath-light]

updated frequently -> last update on 25/06/25

all of the drafts i currently have on this blog, organised alphabetically by format, fandom name, and character name. some will be self explanatory and others will have a bit more detail attached to them. this only includes requests that i have completed or that i am actively working on.

alphabets

-> fluff

none currently drafted

-> smut

julie langford ; bs

dark cacao cookie ; cr

pure vanilla cookie ; cr

wildberry cookie ; cr

maleficent ; dis ney

loona ; hb

-> yandere

none currently drafted

drabbles

-> sfw

none currently drafted

-> nsfw

none currently drafted

headcanons

-> being in a relationship

komiya ; aggr etsuko

tadano ; aggr etsuko

ryusei shidou ; bllk

doppo kunikida ; bsd

abalone cookie ; cr

adventurer cookie ; cr

agent jjajang cookie ; cr

amber sugar cookie ; cr

choco werehound brute ; cr

churro cookie ; cr

jelly serpant cookie ; cr

lotus dragon cookie ; cr

macaroni cookie ; cr

peach blossom cookie ; cr

pistachio cookie ; cr

plain yogurt cookie ; cr

rebel cookie ; cr

red panna cotta cookie ; cr

smoked cheese cookie ; cr

tarte tartin cookie ; cr

vagabond cookie ; cr

xylitol nova cookie ; cr

sally smithson / the nurse ; dbd

yuri ; ddlc

tenna ; delta rune

candy queen ; f&c

shion ; hp

anaxa ; hsr

aventurine ; hsr

blade ; hsr

mydei ; hsr

phainon ; hsr

sunday ; hsr

trailblazer ; hsr

choso kamo ; jjk

terano totobami ; kkgri

doll ; md

gigi grant ; mh

toralei stripe ; mh

twyla boogeyman ; mh

li tianchen ; lc

liu xiao ; lc

vein ; lc

xia fei ; lc

lahan ; tad

lilith clawthorne ; toh

-> specific sfw scenarios

frank fontaine + artist s/o ; bio shock

mey rin + clumsy s/o ; bb

undertaker + smitten s/o ; bb

heeler family + having a deaf youngest child reader ; blu ey

michiru, nazuna, shirou, pinga + scarred s/o ; bna

shirou + being kissed ; bna

doppo kunikida + flirty crush ; bsd

almond cookie + trans masc s/o ; cr

amber sugar cookie, sugar glass cookie + shared s/o ; cr

ananas dragon cookie + little!s/o ; cr

carmellia cookie, golden osmanthus cookie + shared fem s/o ; cr

licorice cookie + chubby s/o ; cr

madeleine cookie + trans masc s/o ; cr

pitaya dragon cookie, pure vanilla cookie, shadow milk cookie, truthless recluse + autistic s/o ; cr

pure vanilla cookie + cuddling ; cr

shadow milk cookie + chubby s/o ; cr

strawberry cream cookie + dealing with a crush ; cr

laios touden + beastkin s/o ; dm

kris + human s/o ; delta rune

angel dust, husk + shared s/o ; hh

sir pentious + gen z s/o ; hh

loona + male gen z sinner s/o ; hb

nail masters + shared s/o ; hk

cheng xiaoshi + clingy s/o ; lc

qiao ling + trans masc s/o ; lc

vein + love languages ; lc

doll, lizzie + shared early transition transfemme s/o ; md

clawdeen wolf + fem kitsune s/o ; mh

claudia wolf + nonbeliever s/o ; sh

brahms, bubba, thomas + s/o wearing their clothes ; sla shers

lapis, peridot + shared s/o ; su

jinshi + princess s/o ; tad

philip wittebane + trans masc s/o on their period ; toh

mettaton + chubby s/o ; ut

poly trix + fairy s/o ; wc

-> smut

ryusei shidou ; bllk

jouno saigiku ; bsd

mushitarō oguri ; bsd

sigma ; bsd

abalone cookie ; cr

amber sugar cookie ; cr

churro cookie ; cr

electric eel cookie ; cr

frilled jellyfish cookie ; cr

mystic opal cookie ; cr

peach blossom cookie ; cr

plain yogurt cookie ; cr

tarte tartin cookie ; cr

shion ; hp

blade ; hsr

claudia wolf ; sh

pomni ; tadc

-> specific nsfw scenarios

cassandra kiramman + fem s/o ; arc ane

beast + domming her s/o ; bb

burning spice cookie + bottoming for male s/o ; cr

clotted cream cookie + bottoming ; cr

financier cookie + submitting to her s/o ; cr

hollyberry cookie + shorter fem s/o ; cr

longan dragon cookie + bottoming ; cr

madeleine cookie + bottoming ; cr

pure vanilla cookie + ‘warming up’ his s/o ; cr

red velvet cookie + fem cake hound hybrid s/o in heat ; cr

shadow milk cookie + before he was corrupted ; cr

shadow milk cookie + shy fem s/o ; cr

evil queen, maleficent + threesome ; dis ney

maleficent + punishing her s/o ; dis ney

trans ! vox + trans masc s/o ; hh

austria, canada + submissive s/o ; het alia

hungary + domming her fem s/o ; het alia

emmet + fem s/o with oral fixation ; pkmn

hybrid ! emmet + being in rut ; pkmn

emmet, ingo + morning after ; pkmn

ingo, pierce + face sitting ; pkmn

caine + shy fem s/o ; tadc

edalyn clawthorne, camilla noceda, terra snapdragon, lilith clawthorne + virgin s/o ; toh

-> yandere character(s)

fire spirit cookie ; cr

blade ; hsr

-> specific yandere scenarios

roguefort cookie + anxious fem s/o smut ; cr

pure vanilla cookie + smut ; cr

america + smut ; het alia

one shots

-> sfw

none currently drafted

-> nsfw

after the show ; beast + fem ; bb

alone in the office ; grelle + fem ; bb

a new act ; dagger + fem ; bb

arachnophilia ; claude + fem ; bb

liquid courage ; grelle + sebastian + fem ; bb

moths to a flame ; ronald + fem ; bb

sweet as sugar ; william + fem ; bb

twice loved ; grelle + madam red + fem ; bb

unbecoming of a lady ; sebastian + fem ; bb

impatient ; shidou + gn ; bllk

dolled up ; poe + gn ; bsd

soulmates ; pure vanilla + fem + shadow milk ; cr

consequences ; himeko + gn ; hsr

bliss ; yor + gn ; sxf

[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

last updated on the 23rd of june 2025 <3

listed below are all of the current pending requests for this blog. this does not include any pending sapphic requests for my other tumblr accounts.

sfw posts

hc. lapis lazuli with an s/o who struggles to calm themselves down when highly emotional (steven universe)

nsfw posts

hc. mozzarella cookie with a female reader (cookie run)

hc. rye cookie with an afab reader (cookie run)

hc. street urchin cookie with a female reader (cookie run)

hc. yandere joyce messier + willing s/o that’s harry’s daughter (disco elysium)

[canonkiller]

what grief is laid bare at your own empty grave?

thinking about hydras and regrets

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

because I’m on a meljayvik kick rn

Viktor has to sleep in the middle of the bed bc both Mel and Jayce run hot. any combo where he is not in the center has whoever is on the end sweating profusely and the person in the middle has one cold side and one warm side. it’s science.

Mel is the coolest and calmest of their heads, yes, but she is most definitely in on their “yes, and?” dynamic to science and magic. She is all for the chaos, she just wants them to wear protective equipment while doing the chaos.

Jayce designed their shower to be double the size of a normal walk-in. Their tub is pretty much a hot tub. Do with this what you will.

Jayce carries both his partners on his shoulders. He also can do many a set of pushups with both of them on his back. They’ve played chess against each other on Jayce’s back, while also asking for advice on chess moves.

Jayce and Mel have a game called “do not leave Viktor alone with Ambessa”. For everyone’s sake, they have been 100% successful. Jayce gets jealous, and the last thing Mel wants her mom to know is that they do share a taste in types of men. Viktor is unaware of this game. Ambessa is curious of the twink her daughter is hiding from her.

Mel is the first person who gets to see all their prototypes in action. She has also been woken up in the middle of the night when one (usually both) have an idea. She is 100% behind this, though she didn’t appreciate the time Viktor and Jayce woke her up for what ended up being a literal lamp re-design. They spent an hour talking about their genius and innovative light, powered by hextech, just for her to flick their bedside lamp on.

Mel has never laughed so much in her life since meeting and getting with them. She attributes these years as the best ones so far. Jayce and Viktor feel the same.

Viktor is just. Always in meetings now. Chilling out. What are you gonna do? Tell the de facto-head of council Jayce he can’t bring in his partner and tell the richest and also most influential member Mel she can’t bring in her other Boyfriend? Good luck.

He actually does not want to be in these meetings. He's there for moral support and the promises of coffee. Also Mel needs him to occasionally hit Jayce's chair with his cane when the other man starts to fall asleep.

He also sneaks notes to her of drawings and she's been mad (not really) ever since he made her snort really loudly due to his caricature of hoskel and salo. It's framed in their office.

[jel-jel-jel]

"Maybe you'll meet someone just as interesting as you."

[sakasakiii]

im a bit rusty when it comes to rendering comics but since i missed out on the yearly comic offering in 2024, here is an old draft from 2021 that has been sitting as a wip in my folder for 4 years ajsddhj

bonus: what master smiths do in their free time

[sunsburns]

summer road trip with luke castellan (16+, implied sex)

it starts with a promise.

made late at night, in the kind of hazy space between sleep and dreaming, when the world feels quiet and nothing’s quite real yet. you’re lying side by side on a roof somewhere—one of those abandoned places luke likes to sneak into. the stars are barely visible, city lights bleeding up into the sky, but you’re not really looking at the stars anyway.

“we should do it,” he says, breathless from laughter after a dumb joke he barely managed to get out. “just take off one day. no plans. no schedules. just you, me, and the open road.”

you laugh into the sleeve of your hoodie. “okay, cowboy.”

“i’m serious.” he props himself up on his elbows. “we’ll make playlists. stay in janky motels. get gas station snacks that’ll probably kill us. it’ll be perfect.”

you hum, eyes fluttering shut. “we’re always saying ‘one day.’ you ever think about making it this day?”

he doesn’t say anything for a long second.

then, “i’ll steal a car.”

you snort. “please don’t steal a car.”

“fine. borrow one.” he nudges your arm. “c’mon. you know you want this.”

you do. gods, you really do.

and maybe that’s why two weeks later you’re throwing a duffel bag in the backseat of an old car luke somehow managed to “legally” obtain (you don’t ask too many questions), a worn paper map stuffed into the glove compartment, and three half-charged burner phones just in case.

you don’t even pick a destination. that’s the point.

it’s about the drive.

the first few days are the best kind of disorganized. you get hopelessly turned around trying to get out of the city, miss your turn like, four times, and end up on some weird detour through a town that seems stuck in the 1950s. you eat breakfast-for-dinner at a diner with cracked red booths and a waitress who calls you both “sweethearts.” luke leaves a doodle on a napkin and tucks it into the jukebox.

the road stretches ahead like a ribbon of possibility, glittering under the sun. the heat blurs the horizon, making everything shimmer like a mirage, and the sky is that kind of obnoxiously perfect blue that feels more like a postcard than real life.

the a.c. in the car gave up somewhere around three days ago, so the windows are rolled down, warm air rushing in and tangling your hair, sticking your shirt to your back. it doesn’t help much, but it’s better than nothing.

you've got one foot propped on the dash and a half-melted slushie wedged into the cupholder, condensation dripping down the sides. the map—the one you swore you didn’t need, and luke insisted you bring anyway—flutters against your knee every time the wind hits just right. it’s already creased and stained, with corners starting to curl. neither of you are really using it.

a cd clicks softly in the stereo, and a hazy guitar riff spills out—something easy, something old. the kind of music that makes you feel like you’re in a movie.

you hum to the songs you know, watching the scenery blur past in golden smears of light and heat.

luke’s driving one-handed, the other resting lazily out the window, fingers tapping against the door in time with the beat. sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose, and there’s a sunburn blooming along the edge of his jaw that he keeps forgetting to take care of. he looks over at you, grinning.

“you’re gonna fly out the window if you lean any further.”

“worth it,” you say, hair whipping across your face. “this breeze is all that’s keeping me alive right now.”

he chuckles, reaching over to tug the map from your lap. “you’re the one who said we didn’t need to stop for sunscreen. or, y’know, ice.”

“and you’re the one who didn’t want to stop for directions,” you shoot back, watching him squint at the map like it personally offended him. “so now we’re two thirsty idiots lost somewhere between nowhere and hell.”

“romantic,” he says, tossing the map into the backseat. “just the way i like it.”

you roll your eyes, but it’s affectionate. always is with him.

the wind smells like dust and wildflowers, and every few miles, you pass a road sign faded by time and sun. one of them promises a lake in twenty minutes which probably is not true. the next, a diner with the “best pie in the state.” you don’t stop for either. maybe the next one.

you were supposed to take turns driving. that was the deal—fifty-fifty, no arguments. but luke, being luke, never sticks to the plan. he always insists he’s fine, even when you catch his eyes fluttering shut at a red light, head tilting slightly like he’s about to nod off right then and there.

“i literally saw you close your eyes for five seconds,” you say when he pulls into a gas station, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as he parks.

“it was just five seconds,” he groans.

“five seconds away from crashing,” you mutter, already unbuckling your seatbelt. “move over.”

he sighs, dragging himself out from behind the wheel with all the theatrics of someone who’s definitely not fine, even if he still insists otherwise. he grumbles under his breath as he slides into the passenger seat—and is completely passed out the second his head hits the window. no “i’m not even tired,” no “just resting my eyes.” just out cold. mouth open, snoring, even drooling a little.

you drive comfortably after that. there’s less tension on your shoulders now that you’re the one in control, and luke’s quiet snoring is oddly comforting.

he stirs sometime later, sleep-warm and rumpled, his voice still thick with it when he reaches across the console. his hand finds yours with ease, like it’s muscle memory. his fingers slot between yours and, without a word, he lifts your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. soft. slow. like a thank-you.

somewhere between a cracked-out diner with the best grilled cheese you’ve ever had and a pit stop at a quiet national park, you start feeling it—that warm, slow burn that only summer with luke castellan can bring.

it’s in the way he looks at you when you’re not looking, eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them. it’s in the casual brush of his thumb over the back of your hand. it’s in the way he steals bites of your food, complains about the heat, and still tucks a cold bottle of water into your hands without being asked.

he’s quiet during the hikes, but he always slows down so you don’t fall behind, even when you insist you’re fine. he keeps snacks in his pockets for you, things he knows you like, things you didn’t even notice him buying. and when you sit beside him on the edge of a cliff, watching the sun drip like honey into the horizon, he kisses your shoulder so gently it sends goosebumps across your skin.

he takes so many pictures of you. most of the time you don’t even notice until he shows you later—sun-drenched, wind-tousled, blurry with motion but sharp with love. he says he wants to remember you like this. you laugh and roll your eyes, but still smile a little too hard when you see them.

you two stop at a few motels every now and then. they were nothing special. peeling paint, flickering neon sign half-buzzed out, and a questionable stain or two on the carpet—but it’s cheap, and it’s got just enough charm to feel like part of the story. luke leans against the counter while you check in, tapping the bell repeatedly until you swat at him.

the old woman behind the desk gives you a room key and a knowing smirk like she’s seen a thousand versions of you two before: sunburnt, road-weary, eyes too bright to be anything but in love.

sometimes, impulses get the best of the two of you. like when one day luke spots a faded little hand-painted sign pointing down an overgrown path off the side of the highway. beach access. there’s no one around. no cars. just the sound of cicadas and wind through tall grass.

you both follow it on instinct, barefoot and laughing, racing toward the sound of crashing waves.

and then there it is: a hidden stretch of shoreline tucked between two cliffs, like a secret carved out just for you. no footprints, no noise except for the ocean. the sand’s hot and soft under your feet, the sun dipping low on the horizon and casting everything in amber.

you run straight into the water, still half-dressed, splashing and shrieking when luke dunks you under and then pulls you back up, breathless and dripping. he kisses you then, water-slicked and grinning, hands on your waist like he’s never going to let go.

and later, after you’ve both sprinted back to the car, giddy and dripping wet, after the sand’s stuck to every inch of your skin and the sun’s painted you gold, you end up tangled in the back seat. skin sticky with sweat, your bodies pressed close in the heat of the car, breathing in tandem.

the windows fog up, the air thick with salt and sun and something heavier. the radio hums low, some lazy summer song playing beneath the sounds of your bodies shifting, touching, needing. his hands roam like he’s mapping you out all over again, rough in the way he holds you but gentle in the way he touches, like he knows exactly where to press to make you shiver.

he kisses you like he’s trying to memorize the taste of salt on your lips, like he wants to bottle this exact moment and keep it somewhere safe. and you, half-laughing between gasps, fingers twisted in his curls, mumble against his mouth, “i told you the backseat would get too hot.”

“guess we’ll have to open the door,” he says, voice low and teasing. “get a breeze in here.”

you roll your eyes, breathless and flushed. “fuck off, if we get caught by some poor park ranger—”

“worth it,” he grins, before kissing you again. deeper, slower this time.

and when you’re breathless and half-dressed, your back pressed to the warm seat and your body aching in all the best ways, you lie there with your head on his chest. his heartbeat is loud in your ear, steady and real.

you tilt your face up toward him, the fading light painting him in gold. “same time next summer?”

his arm tightens around you, his voice soft and full of something you don’t have a name for yet. “you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

[delicourse]

end of spring🌸🧶🌱🧵

[prints]

[crabsnpersimmons]

me: i'm gonna clean up my desk so my sketchbook doesn't fall every 3 minutes while i draw today!

[3 hours later.]

me: ...i have made a miscalculation...

cleaning up my desk is proving to be a much bigger task than i thought, so here's an old comic i can't believe i haven't posted yet:

and a bonus ending:

anyways, i'll see you all soon after i clean up my desk

[dreamauri]

progress report for THE MONTH OF APRIL 2025

( main master list ) ( requests ) ( last month )

progress meter -> ( 80% )

WEEK ONE ✅

doesnt get closer than this

my number one

for the fun of it

taking what's not yours

suk kissed

WEEK TWO ✅

let me b-a-n-g, baby

for sentimental reasons, extra 1

beach walk

pace yourself

so small so mine

bark like you want it

under me

WEEK THREE ✅

5 senses, OP81

rent's owed, baby

that's it

you want it that bad?

it's on me

loading screen

off the record

WEEK FOUR ✅

you belong to me

are we still friends?

dedicated to the one i love, XIII

controversially young gf

all the quiet things

wired in, VII

secret secret

WEEK FIVE // WEEK ONE OF MAY ✅

dedicated to the one i love, XIV

wired in, VIII

can I still hold your hand

5 senses, CL16

5 senses, LH44

wagon full of love

cow girl

[dotpointping]

I was indifferent to Phainon at first but now when I look at him I have to resist the urge to write the most gut wrenching tragic love story for this man. Seriously, it's too easy to torture the men of Amphoreus.

Spoilers for 3.4 down below.

This is based entirely on my understanding of the leaks. That being said, I didn’t understand them very well because I only brushed over them lol. 

You were probably just a randomly coded npc made to fill the population of his hometown and just another kid he used to play with. But as the cycles went on, you grew more and more attached to him and subsequently he grew attached to you as well. Or maybe, you didn’t even originally exist in Amphoreus until Lygus determined Phainon was seriously too emotionally unstable and kept fucking up some of the earlier cycles due to his wrath and genuine disillusion with who he should be and what he’s fighting for. 

Either way, you were crafted to be Phainon’s. 

Phainon adores you. You have always been by his side and you have always supported him. You are who he fights for, you are who he returns to after war, you are the one who greets him warmly and kisses the crown of his head. You are the one to tell him that he is doing a wonderful job, that no matter what happens, you will stand by his side and support him. While he may bring about dawn to the world, you are the only one to embrace him when his dawn gives in to night. With you, he is not a hero, but a man. He is the son of a simple farmer and the son of Aedes Elysiae. With you, he does not bear the weight of the world, does not need to placate the people with smile and charm, and can cry as often as he needs. You are always there to hold him gently, caress his face, and kiss his tears away. 

You are the only one to call his name. Not the name he adorns as the Chrysos Heir, but the name his mother and father bestowed him years ago. The one he shed to ascend his role as hero. You say his name so sweetly, as though you were caressing every letter and breathing life into every drawn syllable, until it became unrecognizable from your lips. You beckon him with your gaze, and he can never say no when you bat your lashes at him so sweetly. 

“Rest, my sun,” You would say to him, kissing the curve of his nose, brow, and cheeks. But, never his lips. No, you always made sure to save his lips for last. Instead, you straddle his hips, and cradle his face gently in your hands. You whisper his name again and again, as though it was the only prayer you had ever been taught, as though he had already ascended Godhood and you were his patron worshiper, left behind on the altar as an offering. Perhaps you were— an offering, that is. He is unworthy of your love, unworthy of your warmth and affection, and unworthy of your loyalty. 

And I imagine the first time Era Nova is brought about, Phainon didn’t know everyone had to die. You are no exception— you may mean the world to him, but to this simulation you are no more pieces of code meant to ensure he will bring about the new world. He screamed and begged, cursed the Gods until his voice died and it was nothing more than a pathetic rasp. He had grown so used to fighting monsters and spilling his own golden blood, that he forgot the color of human death. What remains of you soaks his hair and smears across his skin, seeping deep into his pristine white armor. You are the final nail in the coffin that ensures he will destroy the current world, because if not for freeing the souls of his friends, then at the very least, finding a way to be with you.

In those thirty million cycles, he tries to flee his destiny. He takes you far away to the edge of Amphoreus borders, where you live peacefully together, untouched by the Black Tide and Fate. In this life, the floor creaks beneath your bare feet, the sheep bleat in the morning fog, and the cattle graze lazily while he clings to you as you hang the linen. The dogs will bark at every passing bird and the cats will curl like soft shadows in every sunlit corner. There is never silence in your small home, only laughter-- yours and the children's. He will give you as many as you ask for. They will cling to his legs, cry in the night, and tug on his cloak as he sharpens the scythe. You will hum as you work the soil, dirt underneath your nails and sweat on your brow, singing to the clouds until even the sirens fall quiet, greedy for a voice they'll never have. But of course, he should know that Heroes do not get happily ever afters. In these timelines, you always die young. Either you are killed by the Flame Reaver, the Black Tide, or even just Lygus trying to start the story, Phainon is unable to pursue this blissful existence with you. These deaths are the most horrific— where your body is mangled beyond recognition and carelessly tossed aside. Sometimes, he fails to find you at all. Even your children are not spared this gruesome fate, wretched from his hands and into the mouths of beasts.

The world mocks him for daring to dream of happiness.

No matter what he does, you will always part from him. Just as you cradle him to sleep every night, he must bid you farewell in a warm casket of your blood. Once you arrive in his arms, he knows that the dawning of the new world has come. What point is there in this world, when you no longer exist? Thirty million, sixty million, one-hundred million. He will traverse as many cycles as need be. In all timelines, you are his. You saved him from his never ending misery, you are the brightest light of his life, you are an angel sent from the heavens, you are the breath he takes at dawn to keep himself alive. You are his and he is yours.

He will stop at nothing until you are safe in his arms. One day, he will witness the hair on your head turn grey and your face adorned in wrinkles from all your laughter and joy. One day, he will take your hand into his own and he will never have to fear your warmth being taken from him. One day, he will awake in your shared bed as nothing more than your husband. 

But until then, he will continue to rebuild the world anew. He will take your corpse with him as he ascends to the skies, the smell of burning flesh accompanying him every step of the way. Even now, he cannot weep for you, for the tears die the moment they touch his body. He is the bearer of the world, the dawn that shines upon kingdoms and the light that they worship, but he is left behind, left to wander the darkness, searching for the dawn that once called his name. 

In all broken cycles, he will hold you close. From the foundations of your remains, he shall craft anew the world.

[incessantlark]

that one photo but hoffstrahm

[stark-lord]

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES (2024)

1.05 - The Case of the Two Dead Dragons

Or,

Edwin. I saw that.

[then-be-a-warrior]

Just thinking about Macaque gripping MK's arm and pulling him close to protect him.

Dad #4 was on a ROLL this season.

[deimostes]

happy pride post this hammer the hedgehog (transmasc amy rose)

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