#sun and moon should be separate also

[restless-soulz]

i can't believe i'm posting this

ATTENTION FNAF DAYCARE ATTENDENT FIC AUTHORS IMPORTANT TIPS FOR WRITING A DAYCARE

here's a couple tips for actually working in a daycare:

-there is...so much paperwork. kid gets hurt and has visible injury? incident report. kid starts acting out? incident report. kid needs new supplies like diapers, clothes, wipes, or sheets? send a paper home. there's also check in sheets both online and physical copy, a record of food/meals eaten, and transfer sheet for when kids move out of your area.

^and that's not even counting the amount of paperwork it takes to get hired. i swear i filled out about five of the same application stuff, and needed copies of drivers license, fingerprint clearance card, college transcripts/ged, cpr certificate, and then you have to take the training/onboarding packets. and also the t-dap test for tuberculosis.

-there are state legislations about how many kids are allowed to be in the care of one teacher at a certain age. it can even change county to county. we call it "in ratio". two teachers in one class means you can have twice the ratio or even one or two above. example: infants (4wks - 1yr) ratio is 1:5. Ones are 1:6. Twos are 1:8, Threes are 1:13. PreK is 1:15, School age is 1:20.

-It's popular nowadays to have open door policies to parents and have frequent photos of the kids taken throughout the day as you do activities.

-Activities! There is usually a quick curriculum to follow in a preschool, but not really in a daycare but i find that boring. We do themed events every month and get to redecorate our classrooms and do special activities with the kids and I think Sun and Moon would appreciate it.

-When kids aren't playing together, they usually are playing with toys. There are so many toys and you have to be careful with younger ages that keep PUTTING THINGS IN THEIR MOUTHS AND CAUSING INFECTIOUS DISEASES TO HAPPEN. You MUST keep a close eye on what they put in/by their mouths because kids are gross and they WILL give each other chickenpox and pinkeye and the flu if given the chance. You take the toy away immediately and put it in a wash bin up high on a shelf they can't reach

^you also typically need toys and activities that build skills with science, math, art, music, language development, and social learning.

-Food! Kids need a lot of food, so typically breakfast is open to be served from open to about mid morning or about two hours before lunch will be served. Lunch is served at 11, so that 12-2 is nap time. 3 is when snack is served, 5 is when late snack is served. There is a cook there for breakfast and lunch. They leave after that tho. AND you have to serve food that everyone can eat, and be aware of allergies or dietary restrictions kids may have.

-NAPTIME holy shit guys naptime is hard. a lot of kids just can't put themselves to sleep. after lunch, usually around 11:30/11:45 you pull out mats and grab each persons individual sheets and blankets. which means memorizing who has what mat number for hygienic reasons. and then you have to learn who will cry when you gently pat or rub their pack to sleep, who will scream, and who will fall asleep fast or not at all. it varies by age, but all ones will fall asleep, almost all of twos go to sleep, most threes sleep, about have fours sleep and school age kids don't really. you put on music to make them sleepy and turn off the lights as best you can. and kids WILL fight you about going to sleep. idk why. they just don't like to or they came in late so their schedule is thrown off or their parents insist they don't need naps/don't do it at home (whhhhhhyyyyy).

^along with this, nap time is the best part of my day because it's quiet and i can sit and clean all those dirty toys they put in their mouths, or i can set out a project, or i clean up the room, or something else.

-speaking of screamers, you will absolutely have defiant kids who will throw tantrums. they will hit, throw, scream, and cry. it's not really normal, but you learn to discern and redirect if possible. if not, you get another teacher if you feel like you can't handle them. which is fine. the worst part is the parents who insist that they aren't doing anything wrong. or that we are being mean to them and singling them out. (we aren't, don't take it personally, corporate surprisingly will have your back on this)

^there are lots of different tantrums too. i have one kid that cries immediately and then goes to me for a hug. i have one that just groans like a zombie and sheds big tears. i have multiple screamers. i have one that sounds like ancient and almost rolled himself off the changing table.

-Bathrooms!!! Kids need to go to the bathroom and also to be changed. Literally every hour, we have to mark on a sheet for those in diapers if they are wet, dry, or had a bowel movement. we also assist with potty training, and that means accidents happen literally all the time and we have to call for a mop and clean the child up. if it happens in the older years, it can be really embarrassing, but the younger years are very much used to letting us check real quick and change them as needed. there's also specific way to change diapers: with disposable gloves on to actually change and wipe, take them off to throw them away with the diaper, use bare hands to get a clean diaper on the clean bottom. also! you must keep one hand on the child at all times for safety. there might also be creams for the child you'll have to put on.

-you also have a responsibility as a daycare worker to check the conditions of your charges. take notice of their hair, their clothes, their skin. i have a kid with what looks like a burn on their ankle, a kid who's hair was so matted her parents had to cut her ponytail out because they didn't take it out for a week and a half. Same girl also has really dry hair and red scalp that doesn't look like it's been washed in a while and comes to school often in stained dresses only. i had to give her bath in our sink because they hadn't taken out her hair. we write down everything we see so CPS can have strong cases. neglect is harder to prove than abuse, and always work with the safety of the child in mind. if it looks really bad, it might be really bad. use your own judgment but also don't be afraid to tell your boss.

-Parents can def be a blessing or a curse. depends on how much they like you. sometimes, the daycare is a home more to these kids than their actual homes, which makes it frustrating for us when parents don't listen to the daily simple routine we set, which makes it difficult every monday to get back onto schedule for kids. it's important to have consistency with kids. some parents are just looking to guilt your or to feel powerful, or they don't tell you things about their kid that should really be important (like how they still use a pacifier at home when they are almost three).

-Staff! We have to have enough staff for people to give breaks to or take over classes when someone calls out. That means that there is somebody available to be in a classroom for up to an hour and knows how fill in. that's my job, but i mostly hang out with the younger years.

-There are also surveyors constantly, if it's not parents, it's camera audits, if it's not that it's board of education people and the like going around.

[thingsidrawgohere]

Alright. I'm calling it done before it kills me. This is Second Head. It's an Art Book containing instances of the phrase "second head" in fanfics found on AO3. I'll explain much, MUCH more in the cut.

So when I say 'art book', I mean this is an intrinsic piece. I have no motivations aside from personal amusement and interest in outcome. A lot of money was lost/transmuted into free frustration in this project and I have no claims, obviously. I will prolly be the only person alive to read this.

THAT SAID. I have noticed in my years reading fanfic, there's a few linguistic shibboleths that arise in authors who also have experience in the mines. I think there's not a soul alive who hadn't wandered across a 'ministrations' when reading Narutos oral sexing. There's- Hold on. Here's some pix.

There's an impulse, I think, to in-group even when performing a creative act. A feeling that there are certain ways one Should go about the act, by virtue of seeing it performed that way. Especially so when 'training' at the act is often just Doing. Double Dog Especially when the act is exclusively for oneself with very little oversight. Which is to say, we make what we see and we make what we think we should make. At least, at first.

Now, I've been noticing 'grew a second head' (to insinuate surprise) in fanfic for some time. I've never seen it used Outside of fanfic. (Edit to add: I am not making the argument the phrase is from fanfic. Nor do I Believe it is from fanfic. Jesus Hopping Christ, people. That's not what this project is about.) That may speak to my own bad habits but it got me curious. So a friend and myself downloaded a mirror of AO3 from July of 2024. He did some code- Stuff to scan the mirror for "second head" and of the ~13 million works, ~70k (English) results were returned. That's a rounding error, honestly, but Far FAR more than I expected.

This book is 401 such examples that I personally selected for a variety of reasons. The number itself was arbitrarily chosen. Each page is separate fic, the roughly 300 words around our key phrase.

I don't think repetition or mirroring is a negative thing. I think it's quite charming. Nor do I think it's a sign of a 'bad' artist or 'bad' art. I think it's a signifier of personhood, of belonging, of enthusiasm. Of culture shared and wishing to share. I think it's real sweet. I always smile when I catch a 'grown a second head' in a work.

And it's really fucking funny when it's John Sherlock getting a sloppy toppy. Bless.

Edit: Fixed a very VERY funny error.

Edit: I am not making the argument that the phrase is exclusive to fanfic or, fucking forbid, FROM fanfic. I'm stating this Again because we skim here. Also- If you would like slamdunk my ass by stating the phrase predates the Internet or your GenX parents use it, please use 'sailboat' in your comment so I know you're specifically trying to kill me.

Edit Edit: You know what? Fine. I DO think this phrase came from fandom. I think ENGLISH came from fandom. I think YOU came from fandom. I think EVERYTHING came from fandom. The Sun, the Moon, the Seas- Fandom. Specifically Sonic Mpreg. The second head was Shadow the Hedgehog crowning. Congrats!

[officialclangen]

CLANGEN UPDATE: CLANCOPHONY

(Download the update here, or via your in-game auto-updater!)

Hello furriends and Clanmates! We hope you have all lined your nests with feathers and moss; leaf-bare is here, and so is our next release!

Our lovely developers have been reinforcing the camp walls with new features for moons now. With the new release, you can direct your warriors' focus, befriend/antagonize the other Clans, invite in outsiders, choose symbols for your Clans, experience our new sound system, and more! ❄️

If you are having issues with your anti-virus flagging ClanGen, please look to this post for a guide on how to fix it.

Our changelog is very long, so it will be below the cut ❤️

Features

CLAN FOCUS: New feature accessed via the Warrior's Den. Direct your warriors' Focus towards specific goals, such as feeding the Clan or sabotaging other neighboring Clans. When the Focus is changed, there is a cooldown of 3 moons before it can be changed again, so choose wisely! Please note that some Focuses aren't accessible in Classic mode and that some Focuses require certain cat ranks to be present.

PRONOUNS: Wow! The cats have pronouns other than they/them? Yes it's true! Cats can now naturally generate with they/them, he/him, or she/her pronouns. Want a cat to have different pronouns than those options? You can do that to! Check out their profile page and the Change Gender option to add any pronoun under the sun. These pronouns will be used in text throughout the game when referring to that cat (give a big hand to our writing team for the monumental amount of work they did to get pronouns integrated into all the text!) Please note a new game setting to revert the game to only generating they/them pronouns for all cats.

LEADER'S DEN: You can now access the Leader's Den to view the other Clans neighboring your Clan as well as the known Outsiders. Decide how you want to interact with these other cats: will you appease the hostile Clans? Or antagonize them further? Will you hunt down that one pesky rogue? Or perhaps you've decided an exiled Clanmate should be allowed a second chance…

CLAN SYMBOLS: You can now choose a Clan symbol during Clan creation. Other Clans also generate with symbols, which you will see in the Leader's Den. There are currently 484 symbols available to choose from, a roster that we plan to continue expanding with each stable update. Please note that old Clan saves will not be able to choose a Clan symbol in-game, though save editing to change the symbol is relatively simple. When loading an old save, the game will attempt to assign a symbol matching with it's prefix, if no symbol exists then it will randomly choose a symbol.

CLASSIC CONDITIONS: Classic mode can now access illnesses, injuries, and permanent conditions! Please note that this still differs in some ways from Expanded mode. In Classic Mode, a single medicine cat can care for the entire Clan, specific herb amounts are not displayed on the med den screen, an herb will treat a condition regardless of the Clan's actual herb amounts, the Clan's herb supply is randomly generated and is not dependent on events.

AUDIO: What in StarClan?? Clangen with sound!? Clangen now comes with shiny new sound effects and one very lovely music track that plays during Clan creation. More music is on the horizon… and don't worry! There is a handy dandy mute button in the corner of the screen and audio settings to control music/ambiance and sound effects volume separately.

QoL

Fullscreen new and improved! Art no longer looks oddly crunched and the black frame has been replaced with pretty background art. This comes with a new setting to turn off anti-aliasing and a setting to ignore fullscreen scaling rules, just in case you want it a little extra large (please note that this setting will come with some visual quirks if enabled)

You can now search cats on the mediator page

More special characters are allowed in user notes

Leaders can now be affected by mass extinction events

Mass extinction events are now limited to affecting 11 cats at most, but they can occur multiple times in a single moon.

When leaders die of starvation, they now revive with enough nutrition to bring them up to malnourished, giving a little extra time to find food before starving once more.

Moon events that previously mentioned an Outsider, but did not generate an Outsider cat, will now generate an Outsider

Moon events that mention an Outsider can now pull an Outsider from the existing list of Outsiders, rather than generating a new one

War events will now match with the affect of the overarching war event for that moon (i.e. if the Clans are having peace talks that moon, no clan relation lowering events will occur at the same time)

More moon events are now recorded in the relationship log if they changed a relationship

"show dead/living" button on cat list is now "view dead/living"

"filtered by" button on cat list is now "sort by"

Last and First page buttons are now available on the cat list screen.

Players can now input a page number on the cat list screen to move to that page immediately

Leader death history now displays as a single sentence for each death, rather than one long run-on sentence

Custom cursor setting now comes with a warning about increased chance of crashes

All text (or at least, the vast majority) can now be copy-pasted!

Buttons on moon events that lead to the profiles of cats involved now generates a horizontal scroll bar if the buttons go off-screen

If a moon event had no cats specifically involved, the involved cat button no longer displays

Alert exclamation marks now persist until the tab is clicked

When keybinds are on, you can now use the arrow keys to move up and down the event tab buttons, and the enter button to switch to the selected tab

Cats can now be quickly added to and removed from patrols via double clicking

Herb moon events no longer destroy herb supplies in their entirety (with the exception of one war event) and any large destruction events no longer occur if herb stores are already low

Herb gained on moonskip and patrols has been slightly buffed

Relationship value changes when cats break up is now dynamic, meaning some break ups have larger impacts than others

Newborn kits are now listed in the involved cat buttons on moon events

Quick start! You can click Quick Start at the beginning of Clan Creation to skip to the end. All choices will be made randomly

Content

100s of new patrol art additions

Many many new patrols! Many requiring specific traits or skills.

New outcomes for existing patrols! Many requiring specific traits or skills.

New Camps! The Mountainous camp, Ruins, and the Beach camp, Fjord.

New moon events, such as murders and new ways to gain accessories.

Literally 1000+ new relationship events

Many many new thoughts, many of which are exclusive to certain traits, ages, conditions, seasons, and skills

New leader ceremony possibilities, many of which are exclusive to cats of certain traits (both the dead cats and the new leader)

Prefix list updated to include new canon names (looking at you, Stretchkit)

Many new loner/kittypet names

Many outcomes for Leader Den events, many of which are specific to certain skills, traits, and ages

New events for pregnancy announcements and speculations

New grief events and thoughts

New accessories!

Bugfixes

Murders will no longer occasionally crash the game

Fixed a bug caused by the training app murder event

You can no longer sort living cats by death date

Players no longer get stuck in the med den backrooms (when accessing the med den through cat profiles, the back button would return you to the cat profile. attempting to back out of the cat profile would take you back to the med den. rinse and repeat, it's a loop)

Buttons now disable/enable properly when closing relationship logs on first and last cats in the cat list

You can no longer enter negative page numbers by clicking the back button very very fast

Leaders now receive appropriate birth event text when dying from childbirth

Outsider kittens can no longer join as warriors

Long term conditions, like wasting disease, will now display in leader's history if they took a life

When leaders are lost on patrol, patrol result text no longer mentions them by their warrior name

Litters can no longer spawn with duplicate names (i.e. two kits named Stonekit)

Medicine cats captured by twolegs no longer have their role erased

Cat history no longer lists cats as murdering themselves

Kicked cats out of the walls (fixed some possible cat positionings on camp screen)

Adolescents can no longer be considered "normal adults" in patrols simply because they graduated to warrior early.

Kits adopted during moon events now receive correct inheritance info and begin with a positive relationship toward new adoptive parent(s)

Mates of adoptive parents now automatically adopt any newly adopted kits received on moonskip

Check added for matching age when assigning random romantic relationship values at Clan creation

When assigning random relationship values at Clan creation, the Guide cat will now only generate relationships with living cats old enough to have known the Guide in life.

Adopted litters now always generate with a bio parent, ensuring their inheritance lists them as littermates

The generation of half-clan litters no longer assumes the birthing parent can only be the (biologically) female parent (this is important for "ignore biology" game setting)

Cats with no romantic interest in each other will no longer receive romance decreasing events

Poly cat love confessions no longer read as though one cat is asking their dead mate for permission before accepting a new cat into the polycule.

Rosemary is no longer applied to the "dead body" of a lost cat

Affair birth events no longer mention nonexistent mates

Fixed mistagging in patrols that would lead to unintended effects

Many small UI issues

Many small sprite fixes

Many typo fixes

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Jace and betrothed unable to wait until their wedding night to have sex??

Request: Jacaerys and his future wife fooling around because they are horny and scared they will die before getting married. I don’t want my boy to die without tasting the greatness of sex

How did this smut piece get to 2.2k words? 😳

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbating, fingering, p + v, 

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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‘’I’m scared, Jace,’’ you confessed as you stood by the banister of Dragonstone castle, watching as Vermax and Silverwing flew together over the bay. Hopefully Silverwing will lay eggs when you and Jacaerys have children. ‘’The war is getting closer to us. Soon, we’ll have to get on our dragons and battle against the enemy. We…we might die.’’

Death was inevitable during a war. Especially one with dragons, as Rhaenys once said. Team Black had already suffered a couple of losses — Lucerys, Rhaenys, Ser Erryk —, but more would come. 

‘’The thought of what’s coming is terrifying, but we can’t let ourself be paralyzed by the possibility of dying,’’ Jacaerys said, his hand securely on the handle of his sword. He had taken the habit from Daemon, whom he looked up to in certain aspects. 

You looked down at your bare hands on the top of the banister. ‘’I’m not scared of death, I’m scared of dying without ever calling you husband.’’ 

A few weeks before the petition of Driftmark, you and Jacaerys had announced your betrothal. Rhaenyra had a feast in celebration, proud and happy that her eldest son would marry without any politics involved. The wedding should have happened in the summer, but the King fell to his illness and from there unraveled a series of unfortunate events that postponed the wedding.  

‘’When the war ends and I sit on my throne, we’ll have a large celebration in the Red Keep,’’ the Queen had promised.

But you were tired of waiting. 

‘’Every night, as I lay in bed, I think of you and our life if there hadn’t been a war of succession. I would call you husband, my prince husband, and we would not be sleeping in separate beds across the castle. No one would be chaperoning us from afar and we would not get scolded for sharing ‘too long’ kisses.’’

Jacaerys put his hand over yours on the bannister, sharing the same feelings. He wanted to call you his wife and glare at whoever dared speaking wrong to you. He wanted to spend the evening alone in your shared chambers, eating cakes and talking about your day until one of you fell asleep first. He wanted…he wanted to take you to his bed and have a family with you. Not whilst the war was going. He could not deal with the stress of his pregnant wife going to battle on her dragon. 

A few days later, you were sitting in your settee, reading in your nightgown when you heard a light knock on the door. You raised your head from your book, and saw that a piece of parchment had been slipped beneath your door.  

Meet me when the moon is bright. Careful when you take the stairs, Ser Godric is keeping guard.

The message was not signed, but you recognized the handwriting. 

When you judged the moon was bright enough, you slipped a robe over your nightgown and quietly walked down the corridor to take the stairs to Jacaerys’ chambers. You listened carefully for any guards, not wishing to get caught sneaking to you betrothed’s chambers at the hour of the owl. It would make quite the scandal amongst the servants and the staff. 

You knocked delicately on the door and bit your lip as you waited, your stomach bubbling with excitement. Within a few seconds, the door opened and Jacaerys pulled you inside. 

The room was quite dark as the sun was asleep, only the fire of the hearth and a few candles on a table as sources of light. You noticed the small crumpled balls of parchment on the study, assumingly drafts of his message to you. It had to be not too suggestive, but also not too plain that you would not want to come.

‘’I didn't know if you were going to come,’’ Jacaerys said, his lips curved into a shy smile. 

He was wearing just a tunic and wool trousers. It felt strange to see him without his doublet and riding gear. His dark brown hair was messy and his cheeks flushed from what you could make from the light. He looked so different from the usual picture-perfect prince. 

‘’You asked to see me.’’ 

Jacaerys stepped closer. He raised his hand to stroke your cheek, then your hair, which he seemed taken by. ‘’I didn’t know your hair was so long. You always have them up in braids or pins,’’ he said, his tone soft with wonder.

A slight smile tugged at your lips. ‘’What is it that you wanted, Jace? I doubt you summoned me her to talk about my hair.’’ 

‘’I’ve been thinking. About us.’’ He paused for a moment, looking into your eyes. ‘’The Gods have been unfair to us. So let’s not wait for them to bless and unite us.’’

Your brows drew into a light frown. ‘’Jace, what do you—’’ you began, but he stepped closer, his forehead resting against yours. 

He stepped closer, the fire in the hearth reflecting in his eyes. ‘’Do you love me?’’ 

‘’With all my heart,’’ you replied without hesitation, your eyes filled with sincerity. 

‘’Let’s not wait, then. I…I don’t want to waste our time together waiting for this damn war to be over to take you to bed.’’ 

Jacaerys placed his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against him, his grip loose, giving you time to pull from his grasp if you wanted it. But you didn't. 

Instead, you looked up at him and kissed him, closing the remaining space between you. You kissed him like you've done many times before, only this time you didn't have to pull away every twenty seconds to check if a maester, guard or the Queen was around. You’ll never forget the embarrassment you felt that day…

Jacaerys whimpered as you pulled his bottom lip with your teeth, and pressed you against him, desire spreading through his veins, hot like dragonfire. With less layers between your bodies, you could feel the warmth of his chest through your nightgown, and his...little friend stiffening in his trousers.

‘’Someone is excited,’’ you murmured with a giggle as you broke the kiss to plant a trail of kisses down his neck instead. 

He let out a low moan, tightening his grip on your hips. ‘’I cannot control it when you’re around. Especially when you kiss me.’’ Jacaerys captured your lips into another kiss, and tingles caressed your spine and tickled your lower stomach. 

His hands grabbed and pulled at the material of your robe and nightgown, and you rolled your hips, igniting more of his dragonfire. Jacaerys moaned at the contact, louder than he intended. Your own cheeks turned red, realizing you were starting to reach an intimacy you had never breached before.

‘’I’m nervous,’’ you whispered, biting your lip as you thought of getting intimate. 

You placed your hands on Jacaerys’ chest, distracting yourself from your mind. His heart was beating fast, probably just as nervous. 

‘’We don't have to do anything if you don’t feel ready to.’’

You shushed him with a finger to his lips. ‘’I want to.’’ 

To prove yourself, you untied your robe and placed it on the back of the settee, right next to Jacaerys’ sword. The prince's breathing quickened, his dark eyes fixated on your fingers as you unlaced the ties of your nightgown, slowly unraveling the knot. You sucked in a breath as you pulled it down your shoulders, letting it slip down your body until it reached the floor.

Silence greeted your naked body, and you felt shy suddenly. You almost reached for your robe to cover yourself, but your betrothed sensed your uneasiness and stroked your cheek before taking off his tunic and trousers. He found it unfair for you to be naked while he was still clothed.

Once you were even, he guided you backwards towards his bed. The headboard had a large dragon engraved in the stone and seemed a little bigger than yours. The sheets were pale, and over top was a deep red blanket made of velvet to keep warm from the winds coming from the bay.

Jacaerys sat on the edge and, with an expression of fascination, he reached for your breasts. He made sure to be gentle, sliding his thumbs gently over your rapidly hardening nipples. ‘’By the Sevens, you’re beautiful,’’ he marveled, stars in his eyes. 

‘’I can say the same, my prince.’’ You pressed your palm over his chest, smooth and warm.

Jacaerys smiled, that one soft and genuine smile he reserved for you. ‘’I love you,’’ he said, his hands caressing your side in small, gentle circles. 

‘’I love you to— Aah,’’ you whimpered as his hand reached between your legs, stroking your slit clumsily. He didn't know what he was doing, and lacked finesse as he bumped against your clit at random moments, but it still felt amazing. 

He checked on you, wanting to please. ‘’Does that feel good?’’

‘’Yes.’’ 

His fingers were getting slippery from your arousal, making it easier to slide against your cunny. You’ve done it to yourself a few times, alone in your bed. 

‘’Can you put one inside?’’ 

Jacaerys’ fingers were a bit thicker than yours, and longer. 

He nodded. 

A breathy moan left your lips instantly, pleasure sparkling as your walls clenched around his middle finger. 

‘’Like that?’’ Jacaerys slid his finger out, then back in, repeating the motion as you grabbed his shoulder. 

‘’Yes. Again.’’ 

He listened to your needs, almost forgetting his own as his cock remained untouched against his stomach. It was engorged and painful. While one hand was busy pleasuring you, he wrapped his second around his cock and jerked himself. 

 You noticed and thought of helping him, but Jacaerys added a second finger and your knees almost gave out. The feeling was overwhelming, but you craved more. 

You pushed Jacaerys away, and clambered over his lap. His gaze met yours, equally filled with lust. With a nod from your lover, you reached down to grab his cock and lined it at your entrance, sinking down slowly, inch by inch. 

The intensity of the sensation had you gripping at each other, needing to anchor yourself to something. It was unpleasant at first, feeling a pressure and a stinging inside your intimate tunnel. You felt full in a way that was impossible to describe.

Feeling your fingers dig into his skin, Jacaerys kissed your shoulders and neck to sooth you, trying his hardest not to move by fear to blow too soon or hurt you. It was overwhelming for him too — the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him.

You rose up slightly, and then sank back on with tenderness. Jacaerys moaned deeply with you, his head dropping against your collarbone. He closed his eyes, his hands squeezing your hips as you moved up and down again, the pressure around his cock heavenly.  

Your bodies moved together in a rhythm, becoming one. 

When your legs fatigued, you let Jacaerys know and he moved you on the bed and laid you down on the rich velvet. He adjusted himself to the new position, his dark curls falling like curtains around his face as he thrusted into you with long deep strokes.

‘’Kiss me,’’ he demanded.

You complied, winding your arms around his neck and rocking your hips to meet his thrusts until you reached your high with a broken cry. 

Seconds later, Jacaerys pulled out and spilled onto your thighs, not wanting to deal with the consequences of having sex out of wedlock. 

The bed creaked as he collapsed beside you, breathing heavy. As if an invisible string was pulling you to him, you rolled on your side and clung to him, needing to be close after sex. You stayed that way for a long time, relaxing with your head on Jacaerys' bare chest. Your legs felt like jelly, still dizzy from the intense emotions and the overwhelming pleasure. 

You wished you could suspend time and stay there with him forever. But a soft yawn brought you back to reality.

‘’I must leave,’’ you said, feeling the tiredness catching you. It was difficult not to be lured to sleep when you were cuddling under the covers and Jacaerys’s hand was stroking your back gently.

His arms caged around you, protesting. ‘’Stay.’’ He nuzzled into your neck, his voice muffled. ‘’It’s a command from your prince.’’ 

His tone was unserious, but it still made you guilty and sad to leave him. 

‘’I do not wish to leave and sleep in my bed alone, but I must be found in my own chamber when the maids come in the morn.’’ 

Jacaerys sighed, rubbing his face into your hair. ‘’I know,’’ he said, his voice a mixture of resignation and frustration. 

Reluctantly, his arms slowly unwound from around you and you peeled yourself from him, releasing a small hiss when you sat up. The septa had warned you about the pain after breaking your maidenhead. It wasn’t unbearable, only sensitive when you moved. 

‘’I didn't hurt you, didn't I?’’ Jacaerys immediately asked, his eyes filled with concern as he checked on you.

You shook your head and smiled, washing his guilt away. ‘’No. You were perfect, Jace.’’ 

He knew it was untrue. No one was perfect the first time. 

You struggled dressing back into your nightgown and robe, having to fight with Jacaerys’ lips trying to kiss you and his arms pulling you against him. You gave him a last longing kiss before slipping out of his chambers, promising to see him to break fast. 

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[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ! ❞

　throughout the little actions, he shows that he does love you more than you thought or wherein the saying the little actions matter rules !

featuring. tunito follo , enjin , nijiku zanka , typhon zodyl !

content. 2.4k wc , up to 0.5k-0.6k words per drabble , fluff fluff fluff , a little bit crack , slight hurt in zodyl’s part , follo being a sweetheart , established relationship except in zodyl’s part , safe for minors , spoiler free (I think) , follo’s part was a request. credits to @novelbear for the super sweet and cute and lovely prompts.

author’s note. I don’t even know why this took so long oh my god. but yeah, this was originally supposed to be a follo drabble only throughout this request but I decided to turn it into a multi drabble post. zodyl’s part is dedicated to @megumismyhusband because I actually hate him. enjoy!

TUNITO FOLLO , never hesitates to put your health over his at all time.

　AN exasperated sigh escaped your lips as you rested your head on your palm, elbow getting supported by the table that separated the two of you. You and your lovely boyfriend.

"What's wrong?" he questioned.

No hesitance was in his voice, he didn't even waste time to ask about your well-being. Mind you, you are hundred percent sure that not even a second passed after the sigh left your lips.

"Huh? No, nothing is wrong." you immediately replied and sweat dropped at his concern, "I just sighed. I don't know."

"Are you sure?" his eyes softened again, this time less worried.

"Mhm, I'm sure." you mustered the most energetic smile you could give him. "Eat your food."

"Did you eat today?" he doesn't stop, still continuing to ask.

But he also doesn't step too close, as if he wasn't daring to enter your bubble. His questions always touching the surface of the water, never going in an inch deeper than that.

"Maybe you worry too much." an amused chuckle tingled his ears, "and yeah, I already ate."

Follo stared at you, attentive eyes roaming around your face and body — slowly figuring out if you're telling the truth or if you're just lying right at his face like the shameless woman you sometimes are.

"Okay..." he breathed out, now sounding a little disappointed. "Here."

"I already ate." you repeated as he slid the plate with his own burger into you direction. "You should eat it. After all, you worked pretty hard today."

"We're on a date and I'm the only one eating. There must be something wrong." he could tell. "Have one bite."

Your lips curled into a smile, getting your head off your palm. "One bite and you'll leave me alone, yes?" you chuckled while he nodded, watching how you picked up the burger and took a bite, "there..."

"Don't talk with a full mouth." he laughed out softly, using his tissue to wipe off the sauce on your cheek.

"Please don't talk like my mom." after swallowing the chunk of food, you could only sweat drop.

"Tastes good?"

"Mmh, yeah."

Immediately after — he raised his hand into the air, catching the attention of the waiter. The said waiter walked up to your table, a grin crossing their lips. "Is everything alright? Can I get you something?"

"Ah yes, everything is alright. Could I please..."

You already blocked out their voices, automatically without even realising it. Your eyes stay glued to the man sitting across you, short black hair and orange eyes that matched his nature.

Gentle, calm and kind. Always putting you at ease, always putting your health over his, always worried about you. Like how calm the sunset stays whenever the moon and sun fight over its place.

That man — That man was your boyfriend. That patient and polite man was in fact your boyfriend. Your cheeks reddened at the thought, about his warmth and faith he gifts you every day, every night.

"What's wrong? You got a little fever?"

Once again, he was worried about you after ordering another burger. His eyes set on your red face.

Gosh he was so cute.

"Mmh no." your lips curled into a genuine smile again, "I love you so much."

"I love you more." it was cheesy, but it was true.

Perhaps, he does love you more.

ENJIN , doesn't like childish woman but he still puts up with you.

　ANOTHER mission always means another task because as a cleaner, your job is to take care of the towns and clear out all threats that may put the people into fatal danger.

Team Akuta is being send out for another task — or rather Enjin and you are taking on the task because the Rudo has something else to do with Riyo and Zanka is away with team Baby.

Which means, you have to go to the north ward with Enjin alone. No, it's not that bad since being able to have some alone time with your boyfriend is great. Really great.

But he's just a little overbearing — a little.

"[name], wear a jacket." he demanded and already held your jacket in front of your nose before adding, "it's cold in the north ward."

"Do I have to?" you heaved out a sigh at his request. Or demand.

"Oh, what a weird way to say »yes, sir!«." his lips curled into a grin, patting your back lightly. "Now get your jacket, sweetheart."

Right now, it wasn't that cold. And it's warm anyway in the car, the place you'll be sitting in the next few hours. But you suppose you can bring one jacket with you if you change your mind.

"Yes yes, Enjin." you waved your hand around and accepted the jacket, letting it hang between your arm and hip.

"..." his yellow eyes lingered on the piece of clothing, still seeming unsatisfied with you.

"Should I... wear it?" you sweat dropped and already got on the way to throw it over your shoulders.

"Good girl." he beamed, watching how you slid your arms through the sleeves.

"Don't ever use that pet name again." you hit his shoulder roughly.

"What did you say?" he cleaned his ear, pretending that he didn't hear you.

A moment of silence wrapped around, not awkward or uncomfortable. It was nice and you could enjoy one moment of Enjin shutting up while walking towards the car.

"...Let's bring Follo with us." you chimed in, the black-haired supporter popping into your mind. "I haven't seen him for a while and kinda miss him."

"Nah, he's away with Rudo and Riyo."

"What about Gris?"

"Got also paired with them."

You gasped in disbelief as a frown crossed your face, feeling disappointed at his words — your favourite supporters are away? Oh man, you already miss them.

No wonder why you haven't seen them for a while.

The man beside you chuckled, his hands finding itself at the edge of your jacket before he slowly zipped it close. "Don't look so sad. At least you got me." instead of giving you a grin, he put on the sweetest smile for you.

With that being said, he placed his hand on your lower back and opened the door to the passenger seat. "Come on, get in." he ushered you to, watching as you grumbled something and did as he said.

"Oh man, I feel so childish." you whispered, staring right ahead while Enjin entered the car from the other side. "All because of you."

"What did I do now?" he chuckled at your words.

"Nevermind. Drive off." you demanded.

Yet he didn't budge. Yellow eyes still glued to your sitting figure.

"What's wrong?"

"Seatbelt?" it sounded like a question, also answer at the same time. As if it was the most obvious fact he ever stated.

"...Right," you blinked a few times before following, "I love you."

"I love you more actually." he eventually drove off.

"Mmh, I know." your lips curled into a smile.

"Hey, you're supposed to argue with me now." he chimed in disappointed.

Although, you don't argue with facts.

NIJIKU ZANKA , he tolerates you in every way somehow.

　"GOOOOOD morning!" you greeted your boyfriend.

Without hesitation, you grabbed the handle, that led to his door, and pushed it open while wearing the biggest grin. "How is my lovely wife?" you beamed and walked towards his bed.

How can you look so motivated and energetic every morning?

"I'm not yer wife." he grumbled under his breath.

"Malewife, I guess." you shrugged your shoulders and ripped the blanket off him.

"[name]..."

"That's my name."

Attentive eyes followed his little movements as you grinned in delight. "Aren't you a morning person?" you questioned and decided to crawl onto his bed, plopping down beside him and letting the cushion catch your weight.

"Next to ya, I seem like a damn night owl." he forced his eyes to stay open, staring motionlessly the ceiling and comfortably laying on his back.

You threw your arm over his chest while laying on the side, the other arm supporting you underneath your head. "I'm not actually. I took a while to make myself pretty for you." you whispered and blinked slowly.

"Oh sure. Yer always beautiful, no need to make yerself ready fer me." he didn't bother to gaze into your direction, too tired to even move an inch.

"You're so cheesy." you giggled, cheeks reddening in embarrassment rather than fluster. "Come on! Let's wake up properly and stand up."

"Five more minutes."

"No more minutes." you sat up and grabbed his hand, pulling him to also sit up. "Go on, brush your teeth."

"Wait..."

You did in fact not wait, already rushing into the bathroom in record time and hurrying back with his toothbrush, on the tip the toothpaste. "Go, go, go! I'm hungry." you forced it into his mouth.

"Ack—"

"Zanka! Oh wow, you got lots of snacks here." your eyes lit up as you rummaged through his room.

Seriously, you acted like this was your own bedroom. As if you owned this place. Okay well — to be fair, you do own half of his room, considering you're spending the whole time here.

"Didn't expect you to be the type to get diabetes." your back was turned to him, not noticing the vein popping on his forehead. "Uuu, this is my absolute favourite! And this too!"

One quick notice though — you remember that he doesn't like those snacks as much as you. Yes, he may eats them once in a lifetime when you offer him some but the first time you fed him?

He said it was okay, nothing special. He wouldn't buy it out of free will.

"You're so sweet." slowly but surely, you turned around with a sulk.

"Aref ya cryan'?" he stared at you.

"No." you denied and walked up to the door, "I'm waiting for you in the dining room."

Before you could continue your way though — Zanka grabbed onto your shoulders, turning you so you could face him and starting to button up your shirt.

Mind him, it was one button. It didn't even reveal anything, just your collarbone. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Thanks. Go brush your teeth now." you patted his shoulder, "see you!"

You quickly rushed out of his room while your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. "UGH!" you cried out and covered your face, "I love him so much..!"

But you're sure he loves you more.

TYPHON ZODYL , is often away but always tries to make up for that.

　"YOU are home." you glanced at the dark purple-headed man.

Surprise vivid in your eyes as you showed it by blinking them a few times. And then, when you finally snapped out of your feelings, you swiftly hurried into the kitchen to place down the pot you were holding.

"Sorry." he apologised curtly, voice quiet and monotone, "for the intrusion."

"No, don't worry!" you assured him.

As soon as you stepped out of your kitchen again, you were greeted by a bunch of flowers. It was sudden, not expected, making your eyes widen slightly. Once again, he caught you by surprise.

"Here." the bouquet of beautiful flowers laid in his hands, waiting for you to pick it up.

"Zodyl..." his name slowly crawls out of your lips, "did you steal them?"

"No." it was an instant reply, no hesitation and not wasting another second. "Where did you get the idea from?"

"Because flowers are overly expensive and you are... Well Zodyl."

"Oh."

A moment of awkward silence engulfed the both of you, still standing at the entrance to your little house. The sound of your quietly boiling pot echoed in the walls, the smell of savoury food hit the air.

"...For what?" you questioned to break the silence, eyes lingering on him longer than it should.

"There has to be a reason?" the question hits you, throwing you off a little.

"I—" you sealed your lips again, too stunned and speechless. "Thank you."

Eventually, you accepted the flowers and let them sit in your arms. As if it was your one and only treasure. "Thank you..." you repeated once again, gaze staying at the colourful bouquet.

"No need to thank me." he closed his eyes for a second before opening them again.

"But I want to." you met his eyes.

Maybe you're wrong and just imagining things like an old lady. But you could make out something in his indifferent and barely interested eyes. The very definition of devoid of any emotions.

He was clearly interested and he didn't brush off things off so easily next to you, clearly knowing to treasure you. But perhaps, you're seeing too much into it, thinking too much about it.

"Err... Thanks." you blurted out a third time and freed your one arm to give him a side hug.

You could feel it, how stiff his body was as soon as your bodies touched. Even the slightest brush of your hand against his would make him stiff. He knows, you know. Still, it's not like you're lovers or anything.

Just friends. Good friends. Lingering touches, gazes that last longer, unsaid feelings. It's because you fear.

You know much, enough to know that he would set aside his personal feelings for his plans. You know enough to not hinder him, to not disturb his vision for the future.

"Now that flowers got mentioned..!" your eyes lit up again, filled with excitement. "Come, I gotta show you something."

Without thinking further, you grabbed onto his wrist and led him into your living room. You shouldn't have maybe for it only fuelled your longing for him. But you held yourself enough to not grasp his hand.

"Look." you set the bouquet aside to grab a pot, showing him the life you created.

One single flower, filled with beauty and innocence.

"It actually grew..!" your lips curled into the brightest smile, your delight almost shining and emitting a soft light.

Taking care of a flower and making it grow means showering it with much love and time — through that, you were able to create a life in this doomed world, on the bottom of the world.

After all, you are amazing.

"...That's great." his eyes didn't leave your excited face.

He would not trade your joy for anything else in this world.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

[iloveseraphims]

I saw this when I woke up this morning and it's so cuteeee ⚰️🤺 I wrote this quickly instead of getting out of bed. But now I had the chance to translate and send it. I hope you like it @thatanonymouschocolate 💕

I would also like to thank @sunandflame for reviewing my work and helping me out.

!! Words count 2,5k!!

Mihawk was restless. Not because of that stupid clown or stupid guild. It was because of you. He had just had to leave the area for a quick errand and you had disappeared in an instant. He had no idea what the hell you were doing and that worried him.

He wasn't sure how close you was but he knew you would return soon. Deep down, that was all he knew. He missed your voice, your words, your presence, your feeling.

If there was something crazy on your mind by now, he would have noticed and learned it long ago. He rubbed his temples with a small growl. "Like a cat, she goes to whatever she's interested in..." he said as he sat down on a chair with the new newspapers in his hand. He had to distract himself so that he wouldn't go out and look for you. Yes, you were his partner but he had no right to restrict you. As long as you weren't injured, he avoided interfering in your life easily.

All he hoped was that you wouldn’t get into trouble, but he knew that troublelessness and you were as opposite as the moon and the sun.

---

You didn't come as soon as he had hoped. When the night had devoured the sky he had only just seen your face after a long time. Your boat had slowly approached the land. And next to...well, he had heard rumors but he hadn't expected a 2m Vegapunk clone who looked like his childhood. He had secretly hoped that his Seraphim version wasn't real but now his hopes were as empty as his clone's eyes.

"So that's why you deprived me of yourself?" he asked, arms folded, moving closer to watch the efforts to tie up the boat more closely. His eyes drifted to the S-Hawk that had come ashore. His copy sword similar to Yoru's, his eyes with similar shades of color...but the rest of it. No, it wasn't his. Neither his white hair nor his skin tone were his, he wasn't even a part of him. Still, it was like looking at his old self in a mirror. And that just bothered him.

Giving up on tying the rope with his words, you walked quickly towards him and hugged him by bumping into his torso. His hand found your waist without waiting. "I missed you too, Mr. Stoic man~" you said while covering the line of his moustache with kisses. He only grunted at the nickname you gave him. He was tired of rejecting each of your nicknames, but you weren't tired of finding new ones. His eyes went from you back to the copy of him looking at you and him.

You broke your kiss and followed his gaze. “His name is S-Hawk.”

He quickly replied. "An whacky name," he said. His words must have caused a slight frown to form between S-Hawk's brows. "But he's half of you," you said, hoping to erase their attitudes towards each other.

"I don't think I've ever been cut in half." he said, looking at you. You rolled your eyes at his words and smiled a little. Oh this man and his words, you'll never know what they'll offer you.

"You went and stole him from the government."

"I couldn't handle those bastards having even a piece of you. Besides.." You said, even though Mihawk was reluctant to let go, you separated from him and headed towards S-Hawk. "I would never have the heart to leave him with those bastards. Not after I saw him with my own eyes."

"With your eyes?" Mihawk said with a stoic face, raising an eyebrow.

Ah he always managed to hit you somewhere. You growled playfully. “Okayy maybe I saw him from the photo but those eyes saw him? Saw him. ”

"Y/n...you stole a damn Seraphim from the government. You know what you did, right? - And how did you convince him to come here?" His eyes went from you to the weird version of his childhood. These eyes that should never have existed.

"Let's call it trust and recognition at first sight. It was like he recognized me just as I recognized him. And you should have seen it!...he spoke sweetly with that stoic face just like you Mihawk~ my heart was practically being moved away from my body!"

He ran his hand over his face and rubbed his eyes. God, what was he going to do with you? “Does he have a tracking chip or something?”

You pressed your lips together, forming a walnut on your chin. "Uhmmmmmmm." You exchanged glances with S-Hawk then looked at Mihawk, shaking your head. "Nope. We're completely clear with this little friend." Mihawk glanced sideways at S-Hawk, not taking his gaze off of you. Little friend? Yes the 2m tall thing was definitely a little friend. Oh how cute.

"Y/n I'm sure the government will find out the truth sooner or later and come"

"Come on, if it's easy, let them step into Yonko's lands."

“Yonko?” He pointed his finger at the tent far behind him. “Who do you think will be the first to disappear from the island when the marines arrive?”

You chuckled a little at his words, which caused him to sigh. “I don’t mean metaphorically, I mean literally Y/n. This guy would jump into the sea with the first barrel he found as soon as the government men arrived.”

"How beautiful we and S-Hawk will go after him in your boat," you said without losing your cheerful mood.

His eyes narrowed in exasperation at your words. You and being convinced, even if he was the man of your heart were a difficult task. "Anyway it's late and the weather is quite chilly, let's go now." he said. You walked towards him, holding S-Hawk's hand, and held his hand. This wasn't what he had imagined, but it was what it was.

---

"Kahhhhhhh! As if one wasn't enough, you also brought a giant version that half-pint!"

"I can hear you," Mihawk said as he started his morning with his coffee, causing Buggy to jump.

The table was in complete chaos. Even Crocodile, who did not attend breakfast and always ate in his room, when he saw S-Hawk at the doorway made a difference and joined them. Mihawk began to focus on the newspaper in his hand among the loud and curious voices of the crew below.

But his eyes kept drifting to you behind the newspaper and to the S-Hawk you were feeding from your hand. He had just accepted you feeding him from your hand. What is this, a child?

He couldn’t help but think, “This is ridiculous.” Buggy leaned towards you, who were filling S-Hawk’s plate with sweets, “Y/n let me know if you need help.”

"What is that? Is there place for one more in the barrel?"

"What the hell barrel?"

You chuckled softly at his reaction. Maybe Crocodile and Mihawk didn’t like him but that wasn’t the case for you. Sure Buggy wasn’t someone everyone would want around, but deep down he was a man who was hungry to share his feelings and moments, who dreamed of freedom as much as his hair that resembled the sky. So…he was for you. And when you told Mihawk this one night in bed, you were definitely hushed in his arms and forced to sleep. For Mihawk, Buggy was trouble, and you were a chick who followed troubles like a mother.

S-Hawk kept glancing at the others at the table but his focus was always on you. But at the same time, it was also secretly on Mihawk and the only one knew this was Mihawk himself. You watched S-Hawk with excitement as he ate the dessert you put on his plate, he frowned a little while you listening to Buggy's whispers. Seeing that he couldn't control his expressions much, unlike Mihawk...it was so cute. You stood up to pinch S-Hawk's cheeks, who was taller than you and while squeezing his cheeks softly in your hands, you looked at Mihawk, who was reading the morning newspaper. "Mihawk, look at this cuteness!!" His gaze focused on you slightly, then went back to his newspaper. "I don't think what I saw is the same as what you were talking about, my dear."

Crocodile shifted slightly in his chair. He hummed with satisfaction as his chair was pushed back slightly. He watched the scene in front of him silently, lighting a new cigar. He had originally joined the breakfast because he thought it would be useful if they could use a seraphim, but now what was happening in front of him. He looked like he was going to watch a comedy show for free. He grinned as he took his cigar out of his mouth and blew the smoke out.

---

You were sitting with Mihawk on the upper floor of the Cross Guild, drinking wine and reading the newspaper you hadn’t looked at this morning. “They didn’t write anything about us,” you said, turning the newspaper over and looking at the back. Mihawk removed the wine from his lips. “I’m sure they must have lost their minds when their Seraphim went missing. I don’t think they’ll tell anyone about this information.”

You leaned back even more into Mihawk's chest. Even though your eyes scanned the newspaper, what you were thinking about was S-Hawk. After breakfast, he left saying that he wanted to observe the surroundings instead of spending time with you. To be honest you hadn't even thought he would want something like that but you were happy with it. Even though Mihawk didn't accept it, he was more than a weapon. You felt it, no you knew it.

Your eyes shifted from the newspaper to the man standing behind you. You turned your chest towards him, your hands roaming over the skin you had memorized. His hand, which had been resting on your hip so comfortably that you hadn’t realized it, tightened and slowly caressed your flesh through your clothing. “You’re thinking too much again.”

You smiled slightly at what he said and laid your head on his chest, your cheeks squashed under the pressure. “I’m just thinking about the moment I met S-Hawk…” You said, your hand still roaming over his skin.

Mihawk didn't let any words out. He just waited for you to share your thoughts with him. Like he always did. If your thoughts were a storm, he was a lighthouse you could take shelter in. Nothing less, nothing more, just the way it was meant to be.

"I entered the marine base wearing sailor clothes. That way I wouldn't stand out too much while walking around. And to be honest, I wasn't even sure if I could find him. Still, I had to try, Mihawk, even if it was a chance, I was willing. Do you understand?... The moment I saw his picture, the people around me calling him the government's new weapon... there was a huge weight on my heart that I couldn't accept it."

Seeing his childhood that you could never see in a photo...your eyes were silently filled with the weight of the words you said and didn't say. Mihawk must have sensed this because his hand slid above your waist in a silent reassuring manner. This movement pushed you even deeper. You lifted your head from his chest and looked into his eyes. Mihawk's gaze had accepted you just like that. Silent, observant, but so close. He was looking at you with those gentle eyes that belonged only to you, as if he could see everything.

You thought about Mihawk’s situation. Even though his attitude towards S-Hawk upset you, you had to understand him. “I’m sorry Mihawk.” You said. He put the wine glass in his hand on the table, his calloused hands slowly and gently touched your cheek. He wiped your tears. He poured his words with a deep voice that was as soft as his gaze. “Don’t apologize to me for things you can’t control, Y/n. Don’t numb your feelings for things that don’t deserve them.”

You licked your dry lips and wet them. "Neither of you deserved this, Mihawk." Even though the words came out of your mouth, they formed a lump in your throat as if they had gone back. Mihawk stroked your hair and kissed your head for a long time while he gently stroked your back.

You were both grateful for moments like these. Mihawk gently placed his finger on your chin and made you look at him. "You say he's half of me, but half of me is you." he said. His voice may have been very cold or deep but to you it was as sweet and soft as velvet. Only you could know the difference. No one else, yes. Only you.

You looked over Mihawk's shoulder as you heard footsteps approaching from behind.

S-Hawk slowly approached you. It's not known who his harsh gaze was directed at, but it slowly softened when he saw you. He approached you as if he was going to say something. Mihawk watched his movements with the side eye but didn't interfere.

You were expecting words for your ears, not the yellow tulips extended towards your face. You blinked once or twice to reinforce what was in front of your eyes. Your face, which was like a waveless sea, quickly became more and more excited. You took the flowers with excitement and said, "WOAHHHHHH ARE THESE FOR MEEE?! YOU ARE SO SWEET, S-HAWWKKK!" While looking at him with excitement, you noticed the slight blush on his dark cheeks, you couldn't resist anymore and jumped up from the couch and hugged him tightly. Your head was almost touching his chest. "Hehe thanks, I'll take care of these as best as I can," you said with a big smile, looking at him. S-Hawk looked at you with his usual stoic, sullen face. "I know."

At the sound of Mihawk placing the glass on the table you looked at him, still hugging S-Hawk. “Y/n likes daisies more.” He said with that stern face he always presented to others. But you knew better.

"Bring it next time."

Bonus:

[crabsnpersimmons]

i realize i never posted these boys

these are my boys for my restaurant AU: "Have You Eaten?"

the basic premise is this: Y/N works a stressful job where keeping up appearances is paramount. They often treat their clients to a meal at their favourite restaurant, run by the DCA boys—the nutrition-conscious chef Sun, the sweet and friendly chef Moon, and the charming front of house Eclipse. Y/N always orders something small and light so they can focus on talking with their client and maintaining appearances—nothing too large, nothing messy, nothing indulgent. Then after the meal, they walk their client to their car and they wait for their client to leave. Secretly, Y/N is a glutton. Once their client leaves, they hurry back to the restaurant, where their true meal is hot and ready for them.

Eclipse: Welcome back, Starlight! Ready for your second course?

Moon: Do you wanna skip straight to dessert? I tried a new recipe for donuts!

Sun: No. The hour is late, you should have something simple and adequately filling before bed.

Eclipse: Or... maybe you're interested in something "off the menu?"

they're a silly bunch (:

some other notes under the cut

the title is "Have You Eaten?" which is a common greeting in multiple languages. There's something warm about being greeted with this check-in to make sure you that have taken care of your body.

the restaurant is mostly based on a Hong Kong style cafe (a cha chaan teng) but the specials change often and often branch into other types of dishes and cuisines, because the boys like to experiment with new recipes.

Eclipse does have 4 arms, but he usually hides his second pair away because he's found it disturbed customers.

they can eat as an alternative method of recharging, and they can turn off their taste buds. Sun in particular has a bad habit of eating food scraps.

the DCA's relationship with each other is... complicated? They don't exactly like each other but are forced by their code to remain within a certain distance to each other. So they begrudgingly work and live together and cause trouble for each other's lives.

despite having separate bodies, their code forces them to stay within a certain radius (1515 feet, or the approximate distance between the 2 furthest points of the Mega Pizzaplex). They wear clip-on earrings to extend the range whenever they need extra space (usually Eclipse, hence why he has so many).

Eclipse is the oldest—he was built first for the theatre. Many years later, Eclipse was moved to the daycare to entertain children. But since they were short-staffed, Sun and Moon were built using Eclipse's code to help him at the daycare.

their pizzaplex was left to ruin and the three of them got out and were picked up by an old chef, who took them in and taught them everything he knows before leaving his restaurant to them and passing away.

i would like to write something for this AU. The main story still needs some work, but I have a lot of little drabble ideas that I might write. Or maybe it will be an AU full of drabbles. That's a possibility too. Although I would like to explore stories with other y/ns, like one who is a picky eater, one who has a lot of food allergies, etc.

also head's up: innuendos. innuendos everywhere. (most of which are Eclipse's fault)

[lunaa007]

Astrology observations #3

These are my personal observations and should be taken in the context of the whole chart, never isolated 😊

Some of this is 18+, no minors allowed

♦️Mars-Uranus aspects can indicate a liking for risky activities and extreme sports, like motorcycling or base jumping. They can even like to put themselves in danger as they need the adrenaline. Routine is super boring for them, they need to try new things very often. They should be careful to release this nervous energy with sports, work they're passionate about or things like that or it can backfire. This aspect can be tempered down with Saturn aspects or a lot of earth energy in the chart.

♦️Venus square mars aspect: can often be mean to the person they like, classic "if he pulled your hair it's because he likes you" stuff. Can be very passionate, might have difficulty to separate feelings from lust. They might have talent for artistic sports like dancing or ice skating. For women, they might like a more sporty fashion style.

♦️Sun-saturn aspects: especially for harsh ones, this can really change the expression of the sun sign. I know someone with sun and several planets in Leo, but they are all square to Saturn and you could never tell she's a Leo; she is very reserved, shy and restrained in life. But as with all Saturn aspects this can change with age, the personality coming through more and more while keeping an amazing sense of discipline, wisdom and grounding.

♦️Moon-uranus aspects: with harsh aspects (conjunction, square, opposition), the mother might have been emotionally cold during the childhood, and she might have been a bit erratic and unpredictable. This could have showed up as frequently moving places, or having a mother considered weird or crazy by society. With soft aspects like trine or sextile this could show up as an untraditional family, maybe having two fathers or two mothers, or parents very into technology, but this was not hard on the person and it helped them develop their individuality and independence.

♦️Taurus mercury: these people can learn much slower than other people (this does not mean they are not as intelligent, their rhythm is just different). At school they might have felt behind their schoolmates or felt like they didn't have enough time to finish their exams/homework. It is important that they don't feel bad about this and take the time they need to do their work. This might be less strong with Uranus influence on mercury. ♦️ Aquarius moon natals and their need to always read and watch self-development content without ever actually feeling their feelings 🙃

♦️ Venus conjunct moon: these people are so kind, they have such a big heart and do not wish harm on anyone, please stay mindful of who has access to you as many people might want to be in contact with this energy but sometimes also energy vampires.

♦️ Mercury conjunct/square pluto and their dark humor! I have this in my chart and one of my colleagues actually said to me three days after she started: "your jokes can be really dark sometimes" 😂 it gets worse when I'm tired as I don't filter my jokes so much before saying them. These aspects might also think a lot about death and dark themes, they can be the type to think "what happens if I die tomorrow", or "I could die if I do this" but not in a worried way, just thinking rationally about what is possible.

♦️ Leo mars women and their secret backup plan of becoming a stripper or an exotic dancer 💃 these women often have a talent for dancing, and performing can make them feel desired and confident.

♦️ Aries moon/mars placements and their road rage! Both my parents have these placements and my god the number of stressful rides to school I had when I was a child 😂 this can also apply to the other fire mars.

♦️ Lilith conjunct ascendant: these people often provoke reactions everywhere they go, they rarely go unnoticed whether it is positive reactions or negative. The women with this aspect might get sexualised a lot, and the men with this aspect might attract animosity from other men. ♦️ Sun-jupiter and moon-jupiter aspects: they might always see the bright side of things, "it will get better", "this is temporary", seeing the glass half-full. A lot of optimism, faith in a higher meaning, maybe too optimistic sometimes and too trusting that things will unfold in the right way.

♦️Mars square pluto women often attract creepy men on the street, interactions with aggressive men might be unfortunately common. It is important to not repress their anger and channel their power in something like martial arts.

♦️Gemini moon/IC: they might love to talk with their loved ones at home, a lot of communication and learning in their private life. If they live alone they might be a lot on the phone or always have music or tv or radio on.

♦️Mercury square saturn: they might doubt their intellectual abilities when young, their learning style might not fit the classic school system. It is important that they are encouraged by their family, and with time they will gain confidence and master the learning techniques that fit them best.

♦️Mars in virgo might care too much about pleasing their partner in bed and have a hard time receiving pleasure without giving anything. They might also feel self-conscious if they do not feel "clean" like not fresh out of the shower. It is important for them to practice letting go of their thoughts and doubts and be present in their body. They deserve pleasure as much as everybody else!

♦️ Jupiter in the 2nd house might have a very good self-esteem, if the moon and venus are not too afflicted. And if it is the case it helps the native deal with the harder aspects.

♦️ That's why it is so dangerous to interpret an  aspect in isolation of the rest of the chart, a challenging aspect might be very beneficial in a chart and less in another one. For instance moon conjunct saturn might be more challenging for a Capricorn moon which is already quite controled and closed off, but in the sign of Aries it might help the native tame their impulsivity and control better their emotions. 

♦️ Or moon square Uranus might be beneficial for a Capricorn moon or a Taurus moon as it might help them break out of their routine and become more adaptable and flexible to change.

Thank you for reading!

@lunaa007

[wendichester]

hey olivia darling!! absolutely love ur works, was just wondering what you think sam and dean's dynamic would be like with a shy and chubby reader? like what would they be like if they have a crush/have feelings (for the same girl or separately mueheueh)? i just feel like they would appreciate the (literal) softness and the shyness would be something interesting bc theyre very much not shy people lol

hope this isnt weird, its just as a chubby and shy girl myself it was a little sad to only see skinny and bold/outspoken love interests in the show, not that there's anything wrong with those women ofc, i just feel hella unrepresented lolz. would love to hear your thoughts or if you had the time or inspiration, a little drabble perhaps? no worries if not ofc, love lots 🫂❤️

hi baby! first of all, absolutely not weird at all—this is so valid and honestly? something that a lot of us think about but don’t always say out loud. you're not alone, babe. chubby & shy girls deserve epic, bone-melting, emotionally devastating supernatural romance too. period. am i shy? no. sadly i was cursed with a leo sun and moon, thus i'm loud and unsufferable BUT i am chubbs so, i gotcha. let's dive in!!

ᯓ★ sam winchester & shy, chubby reader

sam would be so down bad and it would sneak up on him. like, you walk into a room quietly, kinda head down, sweater sleeves past your wrists, and he’s instantly looking up from his laptop. not even in a “she’s hot” way (yet), but in a gentle intrigue kind of way. he’d notice how your voice gets quieter when you’re nervous. how you tug at your shirt when you think no one’s looking. he’s hyper-observant, always has been, and his brain goes “oh. she’s careful with her space. she’s not used to being looked at.” and suddenly he’s looking at you all the time. and girl, if you’re chubby? sam canonically does not care about conventionally skinny ideals. in fact, i think he’d love the way softness feels—like, deep comfort vibes. he’s been through so much loss and hard edges and trauma, so the way you feel warm and real and huggable would be like some kind of miracle to him. like he can finally breathe. also? he’d be so nervous to make you uncomfortable. he’d get really self-aware about his height and voice, like “am i too loud? did i scare her? should i back off?” total respectful green flag behavior. he’d wait for you to make the first move—except you won’t, because you’re shy, and he’ll spiral about that too 😭 expect lingering glances, asking if you’ve eaten, doing little things like fixing your laptop cord so you don’t trip. oh—and books. he’d 100% lend you books and leave little notes inside the pages like “this part reminded me of you.” he’s a slow burn, but the second you trust him enough to take his hand first? he’s yours. entirely.

ᯓ★ dean winchester & shy, chubby reader

now dean?? oh girl. he would be unwell. he’s not used to quiet girls throwing him off his game. normally he flirts, gets flirted with, rinse and repeat. but you? you look away when he smirks at you. you blush when he compliments your outfit. you can’t even look at him when he walks in shirtless (which he 100% starts doing more often just to see you turn pink). and it kills him in the best way. the chubbiness? he’s obsessed. like in a carnal, old-school, wants-to-worship-you kind of way. stretch marks? tummy squish? full thighs? he’s literally on his knees. not just because it’s hot (which it is), but because it’s yours. and because you’re shy about it, he goes extra soft with the compliments—low voice, barely-there touches, telling you, “you know you drive me crazy, right?” in a way that doesn’t feel like a joke. that makes your breath catch. dean’s the type to find what you hate about yourself and kiss it with reverence, like he’s mad that you don’t see what he sees. he’d call you “sweetheart” so often it becomes dangerous. he’d tease you, but it’d never be mocking. more like... coaxing. “what’s got you so quiet, sweetheart? me?” smirk. cheeky wink. a little too close. he’s a tease through and through, but he checks himself fast if he sees you retreat. he’d never push too far—he knows what fear looks like. but he’s also a touch-starved little mess, so the first time you lean on him, even for a second? done. he’d go all in. call you “his girl” to cas and sam. get jealous when you talk to other hunters. become your personal bodyguard. the minute he knows you're his safe place, he becomes yours, fully.

final thought, from my whole heart: you don’t need to be loud or skinny or “main character energy” to be worthy of romance. you are already worthy. your softness isn’t a flaw—it’s exactly the thing someone like sam or dean would crave after years of war and grief and sharp edges. don’t ever think you’re too quiet or too much. you’re not invisible. you’re the whole damn story, babe ♡

[marsprincess889]

VEDIC ASTRO OBSERVATIONS

Part 4

I thought, why not

Editing and finishing this as I have a face mask on

Bharanis are very sensitive, in a very misunderstood way. They're often either dangerously passive and stubborn or fiercely proactive, and this comes from the fact that they can read people well, and are sensitive to the energies around them. They know the importance of sticking to their own convictions/their way. Bharani is the place where you MUST NOT be fooled into submission and gaslighting, no matter who it comes from. It's where all kinds of forces try to enforce influence on you, right when you are so aware of your true calling/desire(s). That's why this nakshatra is so prominent in the charts of great philosophers and thinkers. They are defensive and secretive, but it all comes from the necessity to protect their truth, which is their life, and everything to them. Do not mistake their defensiveness as childish defiance. They know the pain of giving up and the strength it requires to stand up to themselves.

I said this multiple times, and I'm saying at again: ketu is VERY IMPORTANT. look at your ketu nakshatra and just take it in for a sec. Its infulence is on everything. Since you can rarely attribute that infulence on a specific thing in a person, it's often overlooked, but once you start looking at ketu in charts and apply it to the native/their life, you cannot unsee it. Also, when you are being natural, when life feels effortless and when you don't think a lot, oftentimes the appearance of your ketu will come to the surface, i mean, you'll be able to see it physically. Ik I don't look like my ketu nakshatra at first glance but boy do i see it when I look in the mirror, and I like it a lot. Oftentimes, as I've noticed, people love their ketu.

Your true essence, I think, is moon+ketu(very personal and mostly private but extremely important. They color the most of your inner world), then sun+ascendant(your way of dealing with the world, also very important) and atmakaraka+amatyakaraka(your path to yourself). Your chart ruler(ruling planet of your rising sign) is kind of separate but still visible, and it colors the whole chart, but unlike ketu, it's more on the surface and more visible in the native's behavior. I'm not saying you should disregard other placements, but this is how I see them.

Some nakshatras that I think are most prone to agitation/reactiveness(in order of their appearance from Ashwini to Revati, not ranked): Ardra, Ashlesha, Chitra, Vishakha, Purva Ashadha(?), Dhanishta.

In contrast, most stoic and hard to get a reaction out of: Pushya, Magha, Purva Phalguni, Uttara Phalguni, Uttara Ashadha, Shatabhisha, Uttara Bhadrapada.

Ketu in Ashlesha is dangerous like I know it personally(I don't have it tho). Ketu, unless exalted and/or developed by the native(conciously or subconciously) is mostly in a state of ignorance. Ashlesha is, dare I say, the most manipulative placement, but the tragedy is that Ashlesha natives kinda need it, that's what they know. It's the torturous place of attachments and distance and forced attachments and forced distance, of abuse and healing and alertness on a deeply nervous and emotional level. Ketu, the planet of raw, dangerously powerful stored energy and experience in a place like that can be horrible, for both the native and the people around them, especially if the native is unaware of their behavior.

Uttara Phalgunis can be taken for granted by others, especially people they're close to, but those people still refuse to let the U. Phalguni native go. They're so "Sunny" and supportive that some people refuse to take them seriously. The thing with Sun nakshatras though is that they have inner strength and are in no way naive, they just have trust because they trust themselves and know and are proud of their convictions. U. Phalgunis' convictions almost always include support and loyalty to people close to them/dear to their heart, but unfortunately, not everyone can appreciate that for what it is and pass it off as naivety. Mostly it comes from people who value manipulation, which Uttara Phalgunis hate. Uttara Phalguni women/girls especially can be seen as "good girls" at first glance, or as "vanilla", but in reality, it's based on their inner strength and trust in themselves. Ik this sounds biased, that's just because it's personal and I know many examples of it, mine and others. This one's for the "good" ones.

Interesting thing I've noticed: Krittikas, despite being a Sun nakshatra, have a reputation of being "aggressive"? I would not say they're aggressive, but they can be more reactive than other sun nakshatras. Krittika starts in Aries(ram), which is ruled by the active Mars. It's yoni animal is a sheep/goat/ram(sources vary). I mean, its essence is that of fire, and its meaning is "to cut", so, they're kind of aggressive about their individuality/selectivity/. They're aggressively stoic, if that makes sense.

To expand on the point above, a great way to understand nakshatras is to view their ruling planet as what is given/what we have, and the rashi(s) that it's in as what is done with it. So, for example, if Bharani is about protecting/defending(mars/aries) beauty, life and love(Venus), Mrigashira(the Taurus part) is about beautifying/enjoying(passive venus/taurus) pursuit/defiance(Mars). You can see how different those are, especially because a planet ruling a rashi is not the same as a planet ruling a nakshatra, they manifest slightly differently.

Another great way to understand nakshatras is to learn their mythology. I am very well aware that different sources say different things, and ik it's more tiring than rewarding to go from site to site but you can take little details that are consistent and stick to them. For example, Revati's god Pushan is known as the one who guides, who nourishes, but he's the nourishing form of a Sun god. So now you see that Revati is solar in nature, rather than Saturnian(its opposite). It's all about association and how different associations relate to each other. I think this kind of approach is better than relying on other people's opinions and observations.

So, this is all I guess?

Interact pleaseeeeeeeeee 😩💕 esp reblog and comment

[kerena]

THE EFFECTS OF TRANSITS AND SOLAR RETURN CHART :🌟

Of courses I know that not everyone will relate to what is writen in this post.

Based on personal observations.

Reminder : I’m not a professional astrologer, what I said is only based on what I have learned and my research.

Transits in astrology is the time when planets move across your birth chart. These transits are important especially when they come into conjunction with personal planets (especially sun or moon) or personal points (ascendant-descendant). When they aspects these points you are more able to feel the effects. However, you can also feel the effects of transits, particularly for major transits (transits which concern planets like Saturn/Pluto/Neptune/Uranus and Jupiter that have a longer transit and spend more time in certain areas in your birth chart.

Solar return chart is an annual chart that start the time of your birthday and can predict your next twelves months.

Both have influence in your life and when you except a change in your life like meeting new peoples/friends, start a new daily routine, start exercising, loses friends, starting a love relationship, meet your possible partner, change career, separation, moving abroad etc … all of them can be influenced by transits and solar return chart. You can be able to see a correlation between your current life and the transits of the planets.

However it’s important to remember that theses transits (SR included) chart will brings somes changes in your life (any kind of changes) that can lead to important changes or important decisions making or even highlights possible outcomes/changes/events, so it’s important to not be overly defeatist. This is temporary. Another thing : if you see a placement in your chart with a specific reputation (good or bad -> especially bad), is important to take a step back (sometimes it can lead to meaningful improvement about yourself and your life).

Sometimes those transits just don’t have any similar effects as you can see in some observations posts. You should look into your personal experience and your own perspective.

Some observations :

💫Neptune transit your 1st house : you can be overly idealistic about the world around you. You can see the world though pink colored glasses and you may, sometimes and possibly, find yourself being disappointed in some things you are faced with. You can be more interested in occult, astrology and any things like that. You can have an over idealistic vision on life, about yourself and your relatives. It could be difficult to takes or accept your responsibility in this life and you can be detached towards the practical aspects of life. Otherwise: sometimes you can crave more times alone -> maybe you can experience loneliness and probably liking it.

💫Saturn transit 1st house : Can show change, you can change your diet, start a new workout routine (or start a sport). You can present yourself as a new person, you can be more mature and taking your responsibilities. Maybe during the 12th house transit you have developed fears/anxieties and you may have to work on them during this transit. It could show struggle too so for example : you may struggle to lose weight (if you want to). Struggle to keep your routine going or your goals. You might have more responsability or you can take more mature decision and be more "adult". Can show the start of a new cycle and you can leave old habits behind you or you may want to grow yourself to leave thoses habits. But it could be difficult to keep this new routine in your life and consistently. You seek improvement but you have difficulty to maintain it, it’s your challenge to keeping it.

💫Mars transit 1st house : During this transit you can be impatient, more agressive, you can be easily irritated. You can takes more actions/be actions-oriented. You can take things more personally. You can be more confident but sometimes the opposite can happen. Objects/things can be broken too. Physically (it’s pretty known but) you might have redness on your skins especially on the face and/or rash probably caused by the fact that you can be more sensitive to stress.

💫Uranus in 7th house in solar return chart : this can show a unexpected changes in your partnerships (not only romantic but platonic too). You may face a betrayal by a relative that led to this change. If mars is present in this house or influence this house though aspects, it can accentuate the chance that a betrayal could happen or this change could lead to conflits. Several scenario could happen but this is what i have see. Note : during the year where i had Uranus in 7th house i also had an scorpio rising -> during this year one of my close friend betrayed me => this betrayal lead to an transformation (scorpio rising).

💫Mercury in 10th house/conjunct mc ; Saturn in 10th/conjunct sun-mc ; Sun in 10th house in SR : theses placements can show a year where you need to work hard and a lot (especially with Saturn). With Mercury you can work for study and/or during this year you will focus a lot on study to be certificate (if there is one going). If Saturn is with Mercury in 10th house you may struggle to study or you will work really hard. But if Sun is present it may indicate that you will shine because of your work (not only for study) => you may get your certificate or pass your exam hands down (in case of study) or maybe you will get a promotion and if sun sit along with Saturn you will shine and be proud of you because you get what you’re working for by your hard work and discipline (saturn). It can be a year where you have a certificate and you need to put efforts to get this certificate. This is a possible scenario if sun-mercury-saturn are together. This can happen in working area too (not necessarily studying), but I just make the link between mercury->education)

💫Planets in 6th house in SR : when you have planets in this house you may want to take care of your health. Maybe you will have an awareness about your health => you may change your routine in a more healthy way. Sometimes it can become an obsession (especially with Pluto or if you have a stellium). In a lot of case you will focus a lot on your health. With mars you can give a lot of energy to your health. With venus you will think that this would allow you to be more attractive or you may want to be more attractive and be the best version of yourself. It can show a glow up. In another way, you can feel more anxious about your health and possibly this is because of your anxiety that you take care of your health. You might realise how important it is to taking care of your health. In general you can be more anxious in your daily life and if you have Pluto you may have transformations (in your routine etc..) “that can” make you worried if you don’t maintain it.

💫Moon in 1st house in solar return chart : It could be easy to you to put boundaries and respect your emotional needs. You may want to recharge yourself a lot and It could be easy to refuse some interactions because you feel It could draining you. You might be able to stop making things that make you feel bad and stop doing things that you don’t really like. Maybe more easily exhausted during this year.

💫Jupiter in 9th house in solar return chart : you could have a big desire to pursue your studies abroad, probably you’re seeking adventure and new experiences and you might be tired of your routine. You can looking at your life in a different way and wanting something different and more exciting. Also you can seeking something that speaks to you in a “soul level” your likely to wanting something that give a sense to your life and that is connected with how you are and how you feel. You can be inclined to working at knowing what you really want in your life and finding yourself. You may doing well at your studies.

-> The year when I had moon and pluto in the 8th house of my solar return chart I got a crazy obsession towards my crush.

💫When some people said that Libra rising in your solar return chart could make you glow up is true!! When I had Libra rising in my src I was really invested at improving my style and external aspects of my appearance. I was more coquettish and wanted to feel better in my own body. I improved my style during this year. (I developed an obsession towards pink tinted lip balm).

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.🤍

[dcafanzine]

Hello everyone! We’ve compiled this handy-dandy FAQ to hopefully answer any basic questions regarding this zine that you all may have.

(As this FAQ has gotten pretty extensive, all of the questions and answers are now listed under the cut!)

FAQ

What’s a fanzine?

A fanzine is a collection of fan works (typically art and/or writing) by fans for fans that focuses on a specific fandom, ship, or character! Most of the time contributors and the team behind a zine are not paid, and the cost of the zine covers production and shipping costs. Any surplus may be donated to charity, or, in the case of a for-profit zine, the contributors and team will be financially compensated.

What’s this zine about?

This zine will be focusing on the daycare attendant (DCA) from Five Nights at Freddy’s in all of their canon variants: Sun, Moon, and Eclipse (including other forms such as the Ruined and arcade cabinet forms and Jack o Moon). We aim to celebrate all canon forms of these characters with a similar number of pieces dedicated to each of their main three forms (Sun, Moon, Eclipse) together or separately.

Will this zine be SFW?

All content produced for this zine will be SFW. NSFW and 18+ pieces will not be included in this zine.

Will ships/pairings be included?

Following feedback from the zine interest check, we’ve decided to focus more strongly on the DCA as characters in general for this zine rather than on romantic pairings. Romantic ships won’t be the primary focus of any pieces for this zine. Platonic interactions and fluff are A-okay.

(Ship lovers please see the question below for an added note on ships!)

Will AUs be included?

Following the zine’s interest check results, for this zine, most pieces will be focusing on more canon-adjacent leaning depictions of the DCA where the designs and/or circumstances are not too far removed from those depicted in canon (for example, where the daycare attendant/s are still working or had previously worked at the pizzaplex, with room for AUs like role swaps where Sun has the more prominent effects from the virus, the DCA working in the theatre or as Glamrocks or on the carousel or something else, the characters being in separate bodies or the same body, etc etc), with some wiggle room for more differentiated AU content and designs to be included in a few pieces so long as it is submitted by either the creator of the AU or with the AU creator’s express permission and depending on the pitch(es) provided by the applicant(s).

(A note on the last two questions: There will be a potential for a bonus PDF or two to be produced focusing more closely on AUs (submitted by the creator of the AU or with the creator’s permission) and/or SFW shipping content depending on contributor interest and availability. This will be separate from the main zine. Interest in this or lack thereof will in no way affect your application and no one will be obliged to participate.)

Will other canon characters / self inserts/ y/n characters / OCs be included?

Other canon characters are completely okay to include so long as the piece still strongly focuses on the DCA! Self inserts, y/ns and OCs may be included so long as:

They have a defined physical design (if drawn) and are either the contributor’s own creation or submitted with the express permission of their creator.

The primary focus of the piece is still the DCA.

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[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM: Wait, if there’s only one “moon”, and Hueco Mundo exists in the same plane of existence as soul society, how is it always night in Hueco Mundo, but day and night pass regularly in soul society?

...Who said there was only ONE moon? :)

Hueco Mundo is on the same PLANE of existence as Soul Society but notably Separate- like how Avatar Kiyoshi separated Kiyoshi island from the main continent, Hueco Mundo was separated from the main matter of Soul Society, but in a scenario that was a lot shittier and and involved a lot more murder and other craptastic behavior.

The "Moon" in Hueco Mundo is a Tulpa as well, and behaves according to how the population of Huceo Mundo believes it should- since most of that population is Hollowfied Animals who rely on the regular lunar cycle for biology, the moon in Hueco Mundo is actually still on it's regular cycle, but it runs backwards- as in, it travels from west to east across the sky, and it's always in the opposite phase of the moon in the living world. When it's a Full Moon in the living world, it's a new moon in Hueco Mundo. When it's a half moon in ht living world, it's also a half moon, but the other half in Hueco Mundo.

Nobody in the universe is quite sure WHY the moon in Hueco Mundo seems to be in an opposite tidal lock with the moon in the Living World, but since the Moon in Soul society has been doing whatever the hell it feels like for at least two thousand years, this probably isn't a bad thing.

The actual reason is that Hueco Mundo's atmosphere is SO heavily charged with Spirit energy that the hollowfied animals can more or less live on air alone. this means a Lizard from Hueco Mundo is packing about a hundred times the spiritual punch as a lizard in Soul Society. The More spiritually powerful animals in Hueco Mundo Memetically counterbalance the handful of Adjuchas and higher-class hollows, but the weaker lizards of Soul Society do not balance out the captain-class individuals in Soul Society. It's in tidal lock with The Actual Moon because that's the one the animals of Hueco Mundo remember. It's backwards, because to lizard logic, the afterlife is an inversion of the living world.

Nobody in or out of the narrative understands Lizard Logic.

There is actually daytime in Hueco Mundo! The Sun and The Sky in the afterlife is ALSO Tulpas and do not need to obey any more physics than anyone generally thinks they do, and the Lizards of Hueco Mudo are VERY SURE it's Hot Time now. The Sun in Soul Society is still behaving normally (approximately), and so is the one in Hueco Mundo- it just looks dark all the time because pretty much all the Sapient Residents of Hueco Mundo believe they have Gone Into That Great Night, and the Fauna of Las Noches cares about the heat more than the light, so The Sun in Hueco Mundo is functionally an Invisible ball of Heat, and the Sky is colored Black for the aesthetic.

TL;DR: There are two moons and an invisible daytime in Hueco Mundo because the lizards think there should be.

[honeydjarin]

(I’LL GIVE YOU THE MOON)

OPLA SANJI X READER

You owe Sanji a dance and he intends to have it Or A flirt is going to flirt (that doesn’t mean he’s not yours)

genre: fluff, mild angst

warnings: smoking, drinking

word count: 1,500

a/n: I wasn’t expecting the first part to receive so much love! Thank you everyone who took the time to leave such kind comments. This fic takes place after Bring Me the Sun, but it was planned as a separate one shot and can be read as such.

PART I: BRING ME THE SUN

You stand on the back deck of the Going Merry, the round faces of Nami’s tangerines staring at you from either side. The moon joins in, its face glowing more gold than silver where it hangs just above the horizon. You think it’s a full moon.

Maybe that’s why you feel like you're losing yourself. 

You’re alone on the ship—or you’re supposed to be—while the rest of the Straw Hat Crew are out at a bar, enjoying a little downtime between wild adventures. Yet even here, surrounded by only the sound of water lapping at the stern, the sweet tangerines swaying in the low breeze, and the silent gaze of the moon, you are haunted by the man that consumes your head and your heart. 

You can still feel the heat of his hand against your lower back, the curve of his fingers on the nape of your neck, the weight of his arm across your shoulders. You can still feel the brush of his hair against your cheek as he leaned in close for you to hear him over the music. Despite the fresh air, the smoke of his cigarette still fills your nose (or maybe that’s a phantom too). Even now, with so much distance between you, Sanji’s touch still lingers. 

It’s so easy to feel like you’re special when he’s near you, like you’re the only one he sees when he turns his soft gaze your way, lips curling in an easy smile. The way he speaks makes you feel like you’re the only one in the world he could ever have eyes for. Like you’re the person he holds closest to his heart—just as haunted as you are. 

And then he stands up, offers to get you another drink, saying: “It’s the least I can do for someone so beautiful.” 

You’re left watching as he turns that smile towards a stranger getting a drink next to him, eyes gleaming as he laughs, and you wonder if you’re just another one of his friendly flirtations. Maybe that gentle fondness that softens his features when he looks your way isn’t that at all, but merely the familiarity of being with a friend.   

You want to be his friend. You also want to be so much more. 

You couldn’t stay at the bar tonight, despite leaving Sanji with a full glass and a broken promise that you half hope he remembers. You needed space to think, to breathe. Sanji would have made his way back to you, he always does, but your mood had soured too much to play it off as simply being tired. You walked past a drunkenly dancing Usopp on your way out the door and wished you could be as carefree as him. 

The chill of the night air starts to seep into your skin, raising goosebumps on your flesh. Still, you remain. You stay there when you hear the rest of the crew return, voices loud in their drunken haze, carrying across the ship even as they descend to the sleeping quarters. You’re still there when silence settles once again. 

Footsteps trail up the stairs, coming to a halt not far behind you. When you turn, you see Sanji standing there, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, eyes taking you in. It’s impossible to tell what he’s feeling in the low light. 

“What are you doing out here?” you ask. “It’s late, you should get some rest.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” he says. 

“I don’t think I will either,” you admit. You turn your attention back to the moon. It’s higher now, glowing bright enough to drown out the stars around it. 

Sanji steps closer, closing the distance between you. He leans against the railing beside you, staring out at the moon. The heat of his arm inches from yours is enough to remind you of how cool the air really is, and you shiver. 

“You’re cold,” he says, and you nod, unable to face him. Without a word, he takes off his jacket and places it over your shoulders, the fabric helping to chase some of the chill away, but not all. Once again you’re left wondering if this is just a friendly gesture, or if it could ever mean something more. 

“Thanks,” you mumble. 

“Will you look at me?” Sanji asks. You nod again, but turning to face the man who is always in your thoughts is more difficult than you expect. Instead you clutch his jacket closer, seeking comfort for a problem of your own making. 

When you still don’t move, Sanji takes your cheeks in his hands, thumbs stroking gently along their curve, guiding you to look at him. His hold prevents you from turning away. 

His hair glows silver in the low light, like a halo—beautiful. Your skin warms beneath his touch despite the ache in your heart. The chef’s own cheeks burn red, the wine he drank throughout the night settling just beneath his skin in a rosy flush that you long to press your lips to, if only to feel the heat of him. 

It takes all of your willpower to keep from leaning forward and kissing him right then and there. Liquid courage leaves you sticky with affection and with inhibitions dulled just enough to risk acting on your desires. It’s the little voice in the back of your head that reminds you you’re just a friend that keeps you from pulling him closer. 

“You promised me a dance tonight,” Sanji says, words laced in disappointment. 

“Did I?” you play dumb. You can’t help but hope the wine has stained his memory, not just his cheeks. It’s merely wishful thinking—a couple of glasses isn’t enough for Sanji to get drunk, just enough to go soft around the edges.

He hums. “You did. And then you left before we could.” 

“I needed to get some air,” you claim. 

“I thought things were going well, that we were having a good time. Together.” All traces of flirtation and charm have vanished from the chef’s features, leaving nothing but unclouded honesty behind. His usually crystalline eyes are dark in the night, their usual light gone and instead filled with confusion as he looks into your own. 

Guilt settles in your stomach like a stone. Of course your actions hurt him. 

“We were,” you admit. “But I got scared.” 

Even in the dark, you can see the moment your words sink in, recognition sparking in Sanji’s eyes, and then something more, something softer. Your favorite smile curls on his lips and you can’t help but stare. 

Sanji starts to remove one of his hands from your cheek, but before he can your own hand reaches up, keeping it there. It’s selfish, you hurt him—hurt yourself too, with all of your overthinking. 

He looks at you so fondly. He always does.  

“You know I mean it, right darling? Every word. You’re beautiful.”

The ache that held itself in your heart since leaving the bar eases, fading into a mere whisper. He isn’t looking at you like a friend, or some stranger in a bar. He’s too honest right now, and it’s all the reassurance you need. At least for a little while.   

Once again you’re overcome with the need to kiss him, and this time you do. You lean in, and before you have a chance to doubt your decision, Sanji meets you halfway. 

His lips are soft and warm against yours, better than you imagined. He tastes like the smoke of his cigarettes. Not a phantom—this is real. It’s like a balm for your heart that dreamed of this moment for so long.

When you finally pull back, his eyes are shining bright enough that you swear you can see the moon in them. Or maybe it’s you who is moonstruck. Either way, you can’t stop your own lips from curling into a smile, a laugh bubbling up your throat and spilling out into the night. 

You want to kiss him again, so you do. When you pull back this time, Sanji’s lips find your cheek, pressing a kiss there too with a murmur of “you really are too sweet to me.” 

When Sanji pulls back again, just enough to take in your lovesick state, he adds, “You promised me a dance.”

He sways you slowly, barely rocking more than the boat’s natural rhythm in the tide, his smile never dropping for a minute. There’s no music to guide you, but you’re too caught up in each other to care. 

“I’m pretty sure the music at the bar was faster,” you joke.

“Was it? I think I prefer this speed.” As if to emphasize his point, Sanji pulls you even closer, tucking you against his solid form. 

When you left the bar, you didn’t expect your night to end so perfectly. Surrounded by only the sound of water lapping at the stern, the sweet tangerines swaying in the low breeze, and the silent gaze of the moon—there is nowhere else you would rather be. 

a/n: I think Sanji would still be a charmer even if he was interested in someone/in a relationship. That doesn't mean he wouldn't be loyal to his love.

[oldschool-lolita-archive]

1) I love ur blog!!! Its such a great resource

2) Do you have any specific goth artists/japanese gothic rock artists you'd recommend for someone curious about the genres? I listen to some goth but I only have a few faves I've really stuck to, and japanese gothic rock is totally unfamiliar to me

Ohohoho I love this question! My answer might be very long because i’m having fun :)

G-Schmitt: 1980s / disbanded

Fav songs: Catholic, Future Daze, Belladonna.

The most traditional gothic rock band in my opinion. If you like Siouxsie you should try this (and in not saying that just bc the vocalist is female) but not in the sense that it’s a Siouxsie cover band- it’s more like they run on parallel lines to each other. Their CDs are expensive secondhand nowadays.

Menopause: 2016 / active

Fav songs: Shadow Dance, Evil.

I’m actually not super familiar with Menopause, but I really enjoy what I have heard. It’s industrial gothic.If you like Skinny Puppy you might like Menopause (although it’s not quite as harsh as SP). There was another japanese industrial band called Pineal which is supposed to be great but I can’t find recordings of them anywhere >:(

Madame Edwarda- 1980s / active again!

Fav songs: Princess Reta, Macbeth.

Good old gothic rock that I could see being played at an 80s night at a goth club. It’s crazy to see them on the lineup alongside modern bands in the japanese gothic scene. Not my most listened to band but deserves a spot for being so influential and for coming back from the dead.

Soft Ballet: 1980s-2003 / disbanded

Fav song: White Shaman, Smashing the Sun, Twist of Love.

Oh man. Soft Ballet is so fun. It’s the predecessor band of Buck-Tick (who I won’t go into but they are legendary). It’s upbeat synth music that is very catchy, think like Depeche Mode. It probably isn’t considered to be J-goth, but goths will love this band. I walked for 2 hours fuelled by a soft ballet & buck tick playlist which was a bad idea because it alternated making me want to sing and making me want to cry. That’s all I’ll say on that.

Lucifer Luscious Violenoue: 1990s- 2002 / disbanded

Fav songs: Tsubasa Orareta Vampire, Slowdive, Tsuki to Bara

One of my fav artists of all time. LLV was Lucifer’s solo project but I also recommend the band Gille Loves which she was the vocalist for. Really pretty melodic goth with a solemn feel. The kind of music you’d make if you were trapped in a beautiful tower for all eternity. I can’t say enough good things. I hope she is happy out there somewhere.

†13th Moon†: 2000s / active

Fav songs: Countdown to Suicide, Roses are Dead, Violet Calm.

A deathrock love letter to the western goth scene. They sound like an amalgamation of every goth band. I follow them on instagram and was pleasantly surprised that they shared a cover of one of my longtime favourite songs ‘I can’t escape myself’ by The Sound. They clearly know their shit. I read an interview where they were adamant that they are a goth band and NOT a visual kei band, and hate that comparison. A lot of j-goths see vkei bandmen as posers who dress alternative as a costume for lives and only do it to get girls. I don’t know if that opinion is still popular but it is worth noting that they are separate and so I might piss them off with the last one on my list:

Velvet Eden: 1998 - 2016 / disbanded.

Fav songs: Streets of Alice, Igyou Hime, Confession of Mask.

Velvet Eden is my favourite band of all time so I don’t care that it’s not J-goth. It has an irresistible sexy electronic sound that feels like a dark foggy goth club. I found it when I was first treading the waters of japanese music because I was already an established fan of gothic rock and darkwave and all that. Instantly fell in love because of how exaggerated and bewitching it was. Dada has done a cover of ‘Strangelove’ by Depeche Mode which sucks but is enjoyable nevertheless.

[naffeclipse]

Champion

Gladiator!Reader x Gods!Sun, Moon, & Eclipse

Commission Info

This was such a fun and unique fic to write and I'm honored @drops-of-the-sun requested my writing for their AU! A mix of gladiators and gods with two offers and difficult choices. I also loved describing the boys as gods and how they interacted with their champion!

Content Warning for suggestive themes.

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The domus, a large house, stands tall and grand. In the shadow of the colosseum, it is a mere footstep of smooth marble but no less imposing. The double doors are gilded in gold, and the guards escorting you speak not a word as they push you through the entrance and into the atrium. You gaze around, wary. A large central hall is open at the roof, allowing sunlight to stream down and open up what would otherwise be drenched in shadows. Lavish decorations of gold vases, jewel-bright pottery, and marbled floors scream of the high importance of those residing here. The walls are splashed in frescoes of deep blue midnights and burning yellow mornings; the glorious depictions of the astral beings who must use this as a villa during the god games.

Why do they summon you now?

Aligned with the front door is a dark curtain of blue speckled with tiny yellow stars separating a study from the rest of the building. The guard pushes you towards it. You glare back at the rudeness of your escort. Though you are still a captive, you are a famous gladiator. Your renowned skills earn you much recognition within the colosseum, and though fame does not grant you freedom, it provides you with status. Status that should keep from being treated so harshly, like a lamb led to slaughter. 

Unless that’s what you have become in such a short time. The god games are soon. Your heart cools like iron left out to crumble and crack at the thought of your patrons choosing to cast you aside for another—and forsake your chance for freedom.

A strong, steady voice speaks beyond the curtain.

“Enter, our champion.”

The guards step back in a unison beat of footsteps, standing tall and fearful of the gods they serve.

You however straighten with grizzled anticipation. You smooth down your chilton, a knee-length, short-sleeved tunic, and adjust the cloak carefully wrapped around your body. Stepping forward, you sweep the curtain aside and enter the study.

The room glitters lowly with the light filtering in from small square windows. A glow from the bronze couches, overrun with plush cushions, brightens the space. A center table piece of polished wood lies gilded in gold. The walls are finely decorated in frescoes of yellow ochre and blues so dark they’re almost black. 

Two astral beings fill the room with their radiance. You remain guarded as you bow yourself before them in reverence. Your patrons are powerful. You do not trust them.

One steps forward, his body flickering with living flames. He dons dark armor, cladded with a rich red cloak down his back. Gold chains bridge over his chest and attach to his shoulders with the rich symbol of the sun. Aptly decorated, for he is Sun.

A marking that is upon your lower back, a stamp of claim when you first became their champion, shares the symbol.

The second astral being leans against the wall, draped in shadows. Moon. You resist a shiver as his crimson, otherworldly eyes look over you with an expression you can’t read. He lingers on the scar on your face, and you nearly turn your head away in anger that he would openly gaze at the marred flesh you despise. His arms are folded, and his skin is the living flesh of the night sky, dark and deep blue, with tiny stars speckling his body. He wears gray linen, thin and climbing up his throat. A tendril not unlike a nightcap falls over his shoulder from behind his head, shimmering softly.

“Welcome,” Sun greets boldly. He gestures an open arm over the couches. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You silently pad to the bronze seat. Sitting down, you loathe how they stand over you, lording, commanding, an untouchable power radiating from their beings.

“You are stunning, our champion.” Sun steps closer, and draws his finger along the scar of your face, leaving a hot trail over the bridge of your nose. “Your physical prowess is lethal and your strategic cunning is a marvel to behold.”

You hold very still, jaw clenched and muscles pulled taut along the length of your body. The beat of your heart jumps.

“Yes?” you inquire.

Sun flashes a burning smile, his pale eyes flicking like candlelight.

“We have an offer for you.”

Moon steps forward. He studies you fiercely, eyes half-lidded before he speaks.

“Become our consort.”

You stare, struck by the astral beings. A thick haze takes over your mind.

They already claim you, a marking of a moon and sun sitting on your lower back, circled in black. You, their champion. But to become a consort would mean a fight you have never faced before. Would they use you? Bleed you dry of all your mortal love before casting you aside? Do they only care to preserve their favorite fighter?

You don’t dare lean into their silvered words. How can you?

“We are waiting for your answer, my champion.” Sun steps closer. He takes your hand and brings it to his mouth where the temperance warmth of his flames lick your knuckles. “You have never been so uncertain in battle. Why begin now?”

“If you accept, you will have freedom,” Moon rasps darkly. He slips like a shadows to your side. He gathers your other hand and drags the back of his finger down a scar that cuts the length of your forearm. “You may refuse if you wish.”

“And rot in the colosseum,” Sun punctures cheerfully. 

You shiver in equal parts fear and uncertainty.

Freedom. You could see your mother again, after all these years. She was frail before you were thrown into the gladiator fights. You have often imagined how unkind the years have been to her and your younger brother while you’ve been held away in the colosseum. How big has your brother grown? Has he moved on? Begun his own life? You hope so.

The two gods loom over you. You cannot keep them waiting.

You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again. This is not the simple task of cutting another down. This is your fate of dancing between the will of astral beings and your desires. 

Can you trust your patrons?

“I beg, my lords, for time to consider this most gracious offer,” you speak, cool and cordial, but careful.

The flames of Sun’s being flare for a heartbeat, and the heat upon your hand creeps to an unbearable degree. Moon’s hand tightens around your wrist as if to place you in shackles. Would it matter to them if a consort is willing or not?

Sun grins and releases your hand. “Very well. A day should be plenty for you to understand what a gift this is. Moon?”

“Agreed.” He sets your hand back on your lap with a rubied stare. “You may go.”

You bow again and slowly rise. Without a word, you leave their presence, their stares cutting through your spine and into your very core before the curtain falls. You breathe out.

Is freedom worth the price of becoming two gods’ consort?

Your quarters are meager, dusty pale walls with simple wooden furniture strangely strewed with lavish gifts from rich contributors and sponsors of your battles. There are letters from those you celebrate your victories and root for more bloodshed by your hand. 

If you accept being Sun’s and Moon’s consort, you are then slotted in as their champion for the god games, and winning such a battle would win you everything. Your gods’ affections, freedom, and the power to choose your fate—should your lords treat you well and properly.

You don’t believe they will simply adore you. They yearn for something. They wish to use up precious life at their whim.

But do you stay and fester, fighting until you grow older and more unbalanced, and a blade catches your heart?

What choice is there when it is between two shared fates of doom?

You do not light a lamp. You stay in the darkness and contemplate how you will answer in the morning. 

A disturbance pulls you from your brooding. Under your door, darkness shifts. Before you can reach for your weapon, a column of smoke slips into your room. It spills and twists upon itself. From it emerges a god.

Your eyes widen before you throw yourself down on your knees, and bow properly. Never had you hosted such a guest in your pitiful chambers.

“Eclipse,” you breathe.

“Do not speak,” he growls. The god holds his two sets of arms wide. His skin is dark maroon, almost colorless. His loose brown robes expose his chest and the burning orange star set within his chest like an exposed heart. His one eye glows not unlike embers pulsing within a fire. A fierce marring on his other eye removes it completely. He glides deeper into the darkness of your room, standing before you.

“Rise, and sit with me.” He moves without confirming your movement. Draping himself upon the humble workings of your dull wooden couch, he waits for you. His head tilts expectantly. His sharp teeth flash, waiting. 

You have no choice but to answer. Straightening, you rise to your feet and stand before him. His relaxed, reclined position on the couch is too uninhibited for your liking. 

The god smirks up at you, his tongue running over his wicked fangs.

“Sit.” He pats his thigh.

You do, falling into the god’s lap. His arm immediately wraps around your waist. You hold your breath steady as if you tread black water, afraid of sinking into his abysmal mass.

“I have come here to make you a most beautiful proposal.” His upper right arm finds your hair, cut short with an undershave, and strokes the scars over the back of your neck. It takes all your being to not shudder.

Your eyes flash to his in the darkness. 

He grins wickedly and snarls softly, “Become my champion.”

Your lips part, eyes widening. 

“Oh, I know,” he chuckles ruefully, “Sun and Moon think they can keep you all to themselves. But you don’t have to be tethered to them, dragged into their apathetic schemes. No, I will show you what a true champion deserves.”

You hold horrible still as his claws softly scrape over your hip bone. His eyes fall to your lower back side, where your chilton conceals the gods’ marking upon you.

“And you would not have to tell them you have chosen another,” he says, his eye half-lidded. “You need only to say you have accepted their proposal. Then you will watch them, study them, and tell me what you have found. What do they lack? Where do they stumble?”

You wish so horribly to speak but if an astral being commands you, you must obey. Your teeth grind softly together.

“Do this,” he lowers himself to your ear. His glinting teeth graze the shell of it, and you clench your fists, “and I will free you. I will adore you eternally.”

You hold yourself rigid under the god’s offer. That may be the ultimate demise. If you taunted Sun and Moon and betrayed them to another, how would they obliterate you? Your very being could be scattered to the cosmos like stardust. 

But Eclipse offers you something more. 

“You may speak,” he says and draws a clawed hand down your thigh. He clutches you close. His one eye admires you as if you were a golden crown.

Your mouth is dry. Wetting your tongue, you face the astral being as if he draws in the very light of the world into him. Nothing can escape, not even you.

“Do I have your sworn oath that no harm will come upon me should I agree to such a plot?” 

His single burning eye glimmers.

“Yes.” His hands tighten around you. “I give it now, pledging myself to you, gladiator. We will be equals. Though you will be consort in name, you hold the power of a god at your disposal when you accept my hand.”

You hold your breath. A god’s oath is too powerful, and unbreakable, even by their strengths. 

You could soon be free.

“I will give you the night to reach a decision.” Eclipse slides you off of his lap as if you were only a feather. He sets you sweetly back on the thin cushion of your couch. “By morning, when you return to Sun and Moon, I will have your answer. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Twisting smoke envelopes him. Again, the thick haze of his traveling form slips under the door, and you are left in the dark without his crackling orange light.

You don’t move. Your fate is in your hands, and you must choose.