#infinitemonth2018

[itsashowtime]

∞ 11/12 ー　JEWELS/GEMS 【宝玉】

(Behind those brilliant gems was a lost soul)

[shadowrichu]

Infiniteshipping Month Day 10: Height difference  I feel ya Jougo, You have to assert your dominates against the Tall’s by sitting on every table you see.  @itsashowtime

[the-angst-lord]

InfiniteMonth Day 1 

(Flower rings? Flower Rings) 

@itsashowtime

[confuzzeledpanda]

InfiniteMonth Day 11: Sun/Moon

@itsashowtime

I used glitter pens on the sun and moon, but idk if they show up properly so I put them under the readmore.

[celticdoggo]

Sacred

Jugo tended to the temple. One of his many duties as the son of both the emperor and champion of the Gentle Darkness was to tend to the Temple of Gentle Darkness. It was always cool and quiet inside. He never felt the weight of life in here nor any sense of the claustrophobic coddling of Yubel and his father. It was a blessing to have been chosen as the champion. Though he missed life outside the temple at times, he never felt the urge to leave as visitors always came to talk.

They were never much for conversation. The visitors tended to be pilgrims or some form of worshiper. They left offerings to Gentle Darkness and prayed. No one ever saw his face anymore. It was one of the stuffy rules of being the champion he disliked. He was to stay within the darkness shrouded by a veil and a thick lattice wall between him and visitors. Tonight, a very fascinating pilgrim came into the temple.

He had hair a striking blonde like the golden wheat he could see from his window. The man’s eyes were two different colors. One a cool sapphire blue and the other a gleaming emerald, though they fell closed from pain a minute later. The man had been attacked and was bleeding heavily into the marble floors. He soon jerked over in a dead faint.

Jugo stood stock still for a moment in complete shock. Who was this man? Should he help? A tired groan was his deciding factor as he gently pushed a secret door in the thick lattice that disconnected him from the worship room and hurried to the man’s side. He brought him into his chambers and quickly began treating the wound in his side. Then out of fear of the man being caught by however made the wound as well as Jugo’s father. He cleaned up all the blood from the floor.

Jugo tended the blonde as he healed fading in and out of a fever. He remained hidden behind his thick veil, hooded robes and gloves. As much as he despised them, they were a sacred practice for champions like him. Eventually the man came around, he blinked awake with a groan as Jugo held a cool wet cloth to his head. “Where am I,” he asked confused at the dark room light by just a few candles. “You are in the inner temple of Gentle Darkness,” Jugo replied, “I’m Jugo.”

“I am Mamoru,” he replied with a smile, “I guess I have you to thank for saving me.” “Don’t thank me until you are fully healed,” Jugo quipped. It was a few more weeks of waiting before Jugo was able to sneak the man out of the temple. He was sad to see Mamoru go as he had grown to like the man and his personality. However, he didn’t have to be sad for long.

Mamoru returned the next day with and offering of wheat cakes. He set them on the altar and leaned against the lattice that his Jugo away. “Hey again,” he said smiling when he heard the quiet thud of Jugo leaning on his side of the lattice. “Welcome back,” Jugo whispered. These interactions continued for months. Mamoru would tell him of his journeys across the land as a bodyguard for hire. He told Jugo of a land to the east were the savage people rode giant heavy animals called elephants into battle that could crush men beneath their feet.

He would tell him about traders to the south of imaginable wealth in gold and crystals of all kinds. He brought many things to Jugo from his journeys. Feathers from Kingfisher birds, spices from the east, silks from China, metalwork from the south, and so many pretty stones from each river he crossed. He said as he carried these stones for him over the course of his trips he would always think of Jugo. Jugo, in the times Mamoru was away, would hold these things close to his chest and think about what it would be like to hold Mamoru.

The small conversations slowly became whispered words of love through the holes in the lattice. Some days it was soft words of adoration and kindness. Some days it was words that would light Jugo’s very core with pleasure and want. They could never touch however, the law forbade it. “Why must I never see you,” Mamoru asked leaning close to the lattice while Jugo did the same desperate to feel the barest bit of Mamoru’s warmth.

“I am bound to service for the Gentle Darkness,” Jugo whispered, “I am to never leave the temple and his embrace. I am supposed to be forever pure and chaste. It’s the law. To disobey is punishable by death, even for me.” Mamoru was silent for a moment before with a bit of struggle he pushed his pinky through the lattice. Jugo hooked his own with it a feeling of happiness course through him. “I don’t care,” Mamoru said his voice filled to the brim with conviction, “I could die a hundred deaths happy if I could only hold you in my arms for a night.”

Jugo trembled at the words then he gently pushed Mamoru’s finger back and eased the secret door open. He yanked the blonde within so fast they fell on top of one another. Mamoru was startled but quickly kicked the door behind him shut. Jugo took his hand and led him deep within the temple. They stopped in Jugo’s chambers and the prince pushed the man to sit on the bed. “I want to hold you to,” Jugo whispered. Slowly, he took off his gloves revealing pale and delicate skin from being hidden in the dark. With a small tug, his robes began to fall away revealing his brown short hair and more pale skin. Finally, mamoru was the one to drop the veil to reveal eyes of deep brown with flecks of gold.

“Your more beautiful than I ever could have imagined,” Mamoru said breathlessly turning Jugo red with embarrassment. Mamoru then pulled him into an embrace fulfilling every whispered word over their time separated by sacred walls. The next morning no god struck them down, no guard barged in to yell, and no servant entered that gasped and dropped a tray loudly. They simply slipped into the night never to be seen again. Though some report that a blonde man you visited the temple for son long had recently married a man with brown hair and eyes of brown and gold in Egypt.

@itsashowtime

[golemofthewoods]

I know is this is late but here is my submission for the InfinteMonth (by @itsashowtime )prompt 'Height Difference'

Hope you like 😁😁😁

[angelnightrose]

Day 6: Intertwined

Jougo yawned, groaning as the morning sun refused to let him sleep. The young prince tried to roll over and go back to sleep when he noticed a pair of arms wrapped tightly around him. He blinked a few times trying to see whoever it was that was holding him so closely, Mamoru’s sleeping face slowly coming into focus. Jougo hadn’t recognized him immediately without the mask on. There had been a really strong storm last night and Mamoru had insisted Jougo stay with him for the night instead of trying to leave and possibly getting hurt. And Jougo had insisted they share the bed instead of letting Mamoru sleep on the floor.

Jougo took in the blonde boy’s peaceful face, his soft breathing, his eyes moving around under his eyelids, still dreaming. He still wondered what those eyes looked like when they were open, what color were they? What if they were multiple colors? Was that even possible? Whatever they looked like, Jougo knew they were beautiful. There was no way they couldn’t be. Mamoru mumbled something in his sleep and pulled Jougo closer, the smaller boy blushing before he snuggled into his captors chest, wrapping his arms around him and falling asleep again.

Mamoru was still sound asleep as he subconsciously nuzzled Jougo’s hair, mumbling something barely audible, “Love you…”

@itsashowtime

[kagura4]

Day 5 Prompt: Wish/Hope. 

Jougo hated small and quiet places. 

[bella-nile]

Happy Infiniteshipping Month! 

I honestly have so many ideas for the married au (Bless @itsashowtime and @rikkihands <3)that I’ll use for some of the other prompts, but today I thought I’d translate Jougo and Mamoru’s vows into Latin (a.k.a. Mamoru’s native tongue).

They’re originally written in English by the incredible @confuzzeledpanda and read as follows:

“I, Shugo Mamoru, take you as my husband, with your faults and your strengths, as I offer myself to you with my faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help, and turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will share my life.”

“I, Haou Jougo, take you, Shugo Mamoru, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not yet know. I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.“

[the-evil-authoress]

Cross posted on Ao3!

Tre’s “fancy clothes” are basically Crystal Protector’s outfit.

Currently drawing a blank on the prompts for days 20 and 21. I might come back to them later if I think of something.

Day 18: Ephemeral Happiness

They were happy for a time, but happiness is treasured because it does not last.

Zere knew from the beginning that this wouldn’t last. She couldn’t discern the how or why, but the sight that followed her all her life, allowed her that much.

This would end and it would end badly.

She could have turned away then, said her goodbyes to the two strangers she met on the road and been done with it. But still she chose to chase that happiness for however long it would last, becoming more and more deeply invested in the lives of the prince, the knight, and their guardian.

And that’s why it hurt when the end came.

Because she cared.

Even now, Zere thinks as she watches Hersha walk away, Yubel beside him and a thick blue travel cloak pulled around his shoulders, she would have chosen to chase that happiness despite how it ended all over again.

Because it was worth it.

Zere smiles faintly as she turns to set off on her own path. She’ll meet Hersha again, she knows, and they’ll both find other fleeting wisps of happiness to chase.

Day 19: Mask

“It’s a masquerade ball!” Hersha announces in a flurry of excited energy.

Tre glances up from his scroll and tries not to cringe. “Does this mean I have to wear the fancy stuff?”

Hersha slaps his friend’s knee as he rushes past to throw open their clothing pack. “You look good in the ‘fancy stuff’.” He tosses a ridiculously shiny dress shirt at Tre’s head.

Tre definitely cringes as he pulls it off. Yubel snickers in the background. Tre resists the urge to shoot him a dirty look.

The trio had been received very well when they entered this town with the explanation of furthering Hersha’s education of the kingdom by hands on experience. The official cover story and not even a complete lie, although their primary objective remained looking for signs that the Light of Destruction’s taint had returned. The governor of the town prepared room and board for them and even invited them to a prior scheduled event that evening.

“Such fortunate timing!” the man had gushed, obviously over eager to have the prince as a house guest. Tre still found it insulting how much these people objectified Hersha, but hopefully actual interaction could help lessen the impersonal chasm between ruler and people.

The current problem, however, wasn’t a matter of how Tre looked in fancy dress clothes. The airy, light texture of noble silks left him feeling entirely self conscious because it often didn’t feel like he was even wearing clothing. He was far more accustomed to the rougher, thick fabrics of the common folk. And so he scowls at the shiny white, blue and gold adorned shirt in his hands, not at all looking forward to playing nice with unknown dignitaries while constantly reminding himself that, yes, he is decently covered and pretending he has any skill with formal speech.

Hersha dumps matching pants and a cape in Tre’s lap. “What are you waiting for!”

And all of those complaints die in his throat, as Tre looks up at Hersha’s sunshine smile.

“I got you this too!” Hersha beams, holding out a delicate white mask with gold trim. It’s...actually pretty tasteful, Tre decides, accepting it and running his fingers over the ridges in the design. Simple in design, but given Hersha’s own complaints about the gaudy nature of much formal attire, Tre shouldn’t be surprised.

The teen sports his own simplistic mask of red and gold, Yubel’s a deep green and gold.

Well, fine. Looks like these people will just have to deal with his natural speech patterns. It’s a party and Tre’s going to have fun.

Day 22: Nightmares

Jaden wakes up screaming.

He stumbles from the bed in a panic; Yubel is already doing damage control, trying to calm the storm, but Jaden can barely hear her past the ragged hitch of his own breath.

“Jaden?” Christina’s voice, alert and alarmed. A hand touches his arm cautiously. He shakes it off, stumbles forward; he’s not sure what he’s looking for--

“Jay,” another voice, and Jaden seizes, swings around and throws himself at the owner, both arms and wings folding around him as claws bury themselves tightly in the back of his shirt. Jesse jerks but wraps his arms just as tightly around the shaking teen, voice soft and steady. “Shhh, it’s okay, it was just a dream.”

Jaden hiccups and shakes his head. “Memory,” he chokes out, and clings that much tighter, tries to steady his breathing and ground himself in the knowledge that Jesse is here and alive.

Jesse breathes sharply, arms tensing a fraction before they relax again. “Really hoped you wouldn’t remember that.” He sounds resigned.

Jaden laughs and it sounds like a sob. He feels Christina’s arms slip gently around him as she leans into his back, humming softly. Jaden breathes, blinking tears from his eyes. Sometimes he likes exploring the memories of his past lives, and sometimes he really hates it when they creep up on him and immerse him in their vividity, leaving him lost in time.

Shuddering, Jaden peels their wings back and folds them against their shoulders. The events of back then are long past, dozens of lives and thousands of years. Both of them are standing here now, alive, and that’s what matters.

Gradually, his breath evens, the trembling subsides, and Jaden lets his friends lead him back to bed.

[shadowrichu]

Infiniteshipping Month Day 11: Sun/Moon  Mamoru and Jougo in Lunala and Solgaleo outfits  @itsashowtime

[shadowrichu]

Infiniteshipping month day 7: Graceful/Purity/Beauty  A graceful dance for today. I also decided to keep this without color to keep the purity theme in it as well but added color to there capes to give it a pop.  @itsashowtime Also also their capes look kinda funky on camera because I made them Sparky~ See: 

[shadowrichu]

Infiniteshipping Month Day 9: Childish/Innocent/Precious  The prompt made me think of toys sssooooo........  @itsashowtime

[confuzzeledpanda]

InfiniteMonth Day 3/ Day 4: Gift Wish/Hope

@itsashowtime

I missed yesterday! I hope this makes up for it!

[shadowrichu]

Infiniteshipping month day 2: Firsts There first kiss!! Also my first time drawing kisses so there's a lot of first’s happening in this.  @itsashowtime

[shadowrichu]

Infiniteshipping month day 19: Mask  Of course, I had to do something Majora’s mask related for the prompt since it’s my favorite Zelda game! Plus I thought Majora’s and the Fierce Deity mask fit them really well.   @itsashowtime : Bonus Bunny hood and Keaton mask: