asphodels-solitude

[asphodels-solitude]

phainon and flamereaver

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his leg armor in canon reminded me of a cowboy

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tw; yandere Phainon, obsessive feelings/tendencies, arranged/forced marriage au. Phainon x reader (gender neutral). One sided yearning. Different setting from that of Amphoreus, kind of a royal au?

Also extremely ooc probably. Idk anything much about amphoreus <3

———

Phainon is perfect. Without flaws. A hero. A lover.

So why can't you love him?

Sure, he never expected an arranged union to go anywhere he wanted. It was an obvious rocky start. Stilted conversations, withheld words, occasional stiffness from your side. Of course he was patient. Titans above, how could he not be? It was unutterably obvious how in love he was growing with you – the perfect hero fumbling over his words and blushing like a swan over his supposed "lover".

But it was equally, and painfully obvious, you didn't return his feelings.

And he was fine with it. So frustratingly understandable. So kind. So patient. So soft. Just for you. Just because he loved you.

Until he wasn't.

Polishing his sword was a double edged knife – the clear Sunny sky a reflection of the peace under his rule, and the burgeoning of his own heart on the other edge when your mirage of a reflection appears, vanishing in an instant behind the cloth as he slides it over the sleek metal, stopping just once as his mind processes the glimpse.

It was like you haunted him. Made him obsessed.

Like seeing the past and the future reflected in countless mirrors; he saw you everywhere.

The echo of your shoes as he follows, just a corner behind, his own creaking silently, hurried steps as he grows closer, and as he rounds the corner, winded, you vanish. Signs you were in rooms – your hairbrush splayed on your mattress, adornments scattered over your dressing table, candles burnt and melted, the wax imprinting on your other furniture, the hint of your perfume snaking into his senses, penetrating his weak resistance.

You were everywhere but in his arms.

And he never dared to encapsulate you without your will.

He stares down at your golden-lit face, eyes half lidded and silently swirling with the haze of wine and exotics. His arm wraps around your propped up knees, his cheek resting on your kneecap, looking down at you. Your hair splays perfectly on the silk pillows, your slip twisted and folded around your figure makes it easier to see the rise and fall of your chest. Even, and deep. Your arm thrown over your stomach.

His eyes don't dare peer directly into the Sun, but he swears he can touch it.

So he allowed himself an exception. Once. Curiously entering your room when you weren't present, noting the way you liked to keep your curtains, the candles you burned often, whistling quietly to himself as he picked up your hairbrush, casually inspecting the insignia of your family on its broad back. The wedding gift you were so devastated to recieve.

Once turned to twice.

As the Sun sets, did he leave. And as the Moon rises, he returned.

Quietly, he sat, the mattress dipping under his weight as he watched your back. The pillows remained untouched on his side, the side he would traditionally occupy, and of course, under your displeasure, did he never breach the film of stillness over it. It was still the same as the night the servants fixed it for your arrival, for both of you to unite. And of course, that never happened.

His eyes follow the curve and the ridges of your back, down to your hips and your legs.

He had seen the Moon, and he swears he'll feel it. One day he will.

Twice turned to thrice.

But there was no excuse this time.

What does the Sun think, when it sets it's eyes upon the Moon twice a cycle? No more, no less.

Sunrise, he approaches you, insisting on helping you dress for the day. Despite the awkward resistance of the servants, an amicable smile and a reassurance is all they need to scurry away and leave him in your silent presence.

You want to speak, force the whistling pot to boil over and burst, bright hot and red. But all that's reminiscent of your anger now, are the flickering candles in your room. An unwanted union long done. Phainon is nothing like you. He watches the pot boil, the water sizzle from it's edges and evaporate into fumes. Tampering with the flame, increasing, decreasing, always stabilizing the simmering until it's impossible to go further. Right before it boils over, does he snuff out the fire.

It's always the small things. The purposeful grazing of his fingers over the skin of your back as he "helps" you. The slow movement as he covers your shoulders with fabric. The eye contact he tries to bridge through the mirror facing you. The barely restrained, quiet breathing of his hot breath on the curve of your neck, as he reaches over to your front from behind, fixing the folded fabrics around your waist. He swears he can admire every speck of you like stars blurring an ink stained night.

You don't say anything – what can you? a man reputed to be of his people, high standing, without flaws. A lover yearning endlessly for the scornful. It's not like you haven't heard what the others whisper and mutter about you. You bite your lip, and unfortunately attract the attention of your "lover's" peculiar blue eyes, an unreadable expression on his face.

He's done. But he doesn't move. You feel the faint heat buzzing from his front to your back.

Phainon ponders what the Moon dreams of.

——

Jealousy was a laughable thing.

Phainon's familiar voice echoes through the gathering, unfortunately for you. Learning to avoid someone is simply the other face of the coin, the same as learning to find someone. Perhaps Zagreus laughs at you.

You sigh, observing the golden coin in the palm of your hand. It's insignia is foreign to the land Phainon rules over.

Rather, it's more familiar to you than was Phainon's.

The insignia of Castrum Kremnos.

Jealousy, yearning, devastation. Laughable, silly feelings under the various Titans' watchful gazes. A minor inconvenience easy to dissolve under plethoras of problems. Except perhaps Mnestia.

But trivial feelings matter most to those who have nothing else filling their vessel.

Unfortunately, that was you.

For once, you may understand Phainon's yearning, your gaze sweeping hazily across the gathering and subtly landing on the Prince clad in red.

Fiery, restrained, straightforward. An equal standing to Phainon.

Your eyes, swirling more with the champagne and wines you've drank throughout the night, admire the man he could have been. Admire the man that could've belonged to you. The red markings over his body moving with his muscles as he raises his cup to the other man. You avert your eyes before someone catches on, but your imagination is more than enough to envision the intensity of his golden gaze.

You think you realise what it's like to stare at the Sun.

There's a reason people don't do it. There's a reason Phainon always jokes in silence about it. There's always a reason his eyes follow yours everywhere you look.

You place your empty glass on the table, and move to leave. Phainon decides to cut his meeting short.

He thinks the Sun burns the Moon.

——

He slumps down into your bed.

The soft sheets of the mattress, cool against his skin, sticky with sweat. The crumble of your soft quilts framing the edge of your bed. The lingering of your scent so unquestionably you.

He looks rabid – he's sure of it. You were his undoing the entire evening. His eyes are blown wide open, his breathing uneven, erratic, but restrained. He stares at your ceiling, countless obsessive thoughts warring so loudly in his head that it renders him motionless, stiff. His hands clench into fists at his sides, crumbling the soft silk, thrust into by his fingers and threads snapping in his palm.

He couldn't find you. Upon return to the gathering, Mydeimos had mentioned the agitated and restless demeanor of the Hero. It was as though watching the Sun swallow the Moon. But Phainon could barely pay attention, barely laugh.

The gathering ended early. He returned to your empty room. The moon poured in through your shifted curtains, wind knocking gently at your windows. No candles were lit. It was as though the room was holding it's breath in his presence.

He takes a deep breath, feeling the air cloggy and sodden in his chest. His fist relaxes, the distressed fabric released from his grip.

he wonders if you spoke to Mydei. If you smiled at him.

Something quiet rose in his chest. White hot. Trodden and ugly.

he wonders if your hand grazed against his. If you allowed him the luxury of feeling your gentle breath fan his shoulder.

A creak resounds in the silent room, stirring Phainon from his impossibly swirling thoughts.

You stand there, clad in thin nightwear, like the gentle film over a still pond. Phainon sits at the edge of your bed, observing you for a moment.

You stay silent, disturbed.

He doesn't break the silence – rather he immobilizes it.

He gets up, walking towards you. You take equal measures back, an unsure hand stretching behind as if to reach for the door. Phainon is faster. He corners you, right against the door.

The moon shadows his face.

You must be on the wrong side of an eclipse.

This time – it feels as though the Moon swallows the Sun.

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when talking about AI remember the different versions:

Analytical AI, is the one that can detect cancer and save lives

Generative AI is the one that steals art to make it worse, and gives you a wrong answer every time you google something

Weird Al is the one who got his ponysona to canonically have children with a pony from my little pony

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𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 let me hear you say ! | various hsr men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; please ! let me hear you say ! pleaaaaaaaase ! even with the fact you and your boyfriend have been together for years now, he needs you like the air he breathes. and he is NOT afraid to let it be known.

love mail — sage loses the plot part 5 million 🤗.... whatever is going awn in this plot idek it came to me in a vision 👻 ! dont mass unfollow me if this is bad PLEAASEE PLEASE PLEASE 😞😞🙏🙏💔💔 (dramatic)

"must i recite you poetry written by the most romantic of poets? you know i want you here, you know i'll do anything to keep you, so don't leave. plea..— fuck, please." anaxa, the demised scholar, reduced to a pathetic plea. he's tugging on your sleeve to be 'cordial', but he quickly takes the hand it's inserted itself through to his cheek, kissing your palms as he wants his intentions of what he wants to happen tonight to be very clear.

"come on, sweetheart. one more, mmh—please? i promise you won't be late, just.. just let me have this. i promise it'll just be one" that's a lie and you know it. with the way mydei's face is flushed just the right amount of red, and the fact he's already leaning in, your chin being pulled back to him by his thumb and pointer finger.. all you have to do is say yes and he's all yours. (please, please say yes)

"come on, please? please— i need you. i'll let you do whatever you want, honey. and all i ask for is you to be here." phainon is a BEGGER. totally burying his head in your lap, vice like grip on the sides of your thighs as he pleads for just a little longer. just a bit more time with you—he whines.

"don't.. don't make me beg. because you know i will, and i won't stop. so stop acting like you want to leave, and stay." blade's trying to act nonchalant about it but he's looming over you and subtly running his hands down your back, to your waist, and settling at your hips. he needs this so very badly, he needs you to fix his aching heart.

"i need you. for once, i need something, someone. and by the aeon's i will let it be known rather than suffer in your absence. please- please. i'd rather you stay than be anywhere else." sunday's got you sat on his lap on a comfy lounge chair, practically trapped with the grip he has you in. and oh.. that bastard. to keep your attention on him, he leans in close and personal and uses his wings to block any view you may have from the sides. now you have no choice but to acknowledge the extent of his desperation for just a drop of your time.

"what do you want? new clothes, jewelry, a fancy dinner, money? name it all, and i'll have it arranged. just let me be yours tonight." jing yuan acts like he's courting you, making promises of riches and fortune that'll be yours as if he doesn't spoil you enough. he takes both your hands and brings them up to his chest, and despite his smirk, his eyes are desperate. very.. very desperate.

no copyright.. all urs....

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SMAU: Phainon Missing You

I’m finally semi back🙏🙏🔥🔥 I’m still gonna be gone for May as I’m gonna get a lot of back to backs so I gotta study…ANYWHO @heartlyvampzz for motivating me to finish this :3

NOTE — Grammar mistakes, timestamps don’t matter, ooc I’ll make better ones when I get more free time & ideas trust!!

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Ansndhdge I love this. It really catches how sentimental Vyn tends to be.

Playful antics (Vyn Ritcher x G/N!Reader)

You always love stealing Vyn’s phone to change the wallpaper into something silly. Whether it be you changing it to a silly cat photo, or maybe a photo of Marius doing something silly, or Rosa and you deciding to take a selfie with each other. Whatever you want you did it. Vyn didn’t mind much, he thinks it’s cute when you change the wallpaper. 

So come one day you came in waltzing into his office with this mischievous grin on your face. Vyn didn’t even bother looking up, knowing it was always you. He was doing something important on his phone when you stopped right next to him. 

“Is there anything I can help you dear?” Vyn smiled, looking up at you. His soft smile making you second guess your scheme. No, you had your mind set on getting his phone. When you slightly move your hand anywhere close to his phone. Bun moved his phone away from you. He trusts you, he has nothing to hide but he loves to tease you a bit. Seeing you try to grab his phone while he actively moves his phone further away from you is always so cute. You make the cutest face in his opinion when trying to grab his phone. 

You know this as well, so today you have a plan. You smile as you lean down face to face with Vyn, he smiles back as he slowly moves the phone farther away from you. But he freezes as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. My was this unexpected from you. As you pull away you give a successful smile as you dangle his phone right in front of his face. Wait. How did you get his phone? He looked at his hand to confirm that it was gone. And as a matter of fact it was gone. Vyn chuckled as he shook his head smiling at you. 

“You got me this time, my darling” you giggle as you give him one more kiss before heading out of the office. 

After a while Vyn found his phone on the coffee table in the living room. Vyn smiled as he tried to guess what photo you changed this time. He paused a bit when the phone screen lit up, revealing the photo you chose. It was a photo of you and him on your first date. It was at the aquarium and you two looked a little awkward but very much in love. Vyn smiled softly as he turned off the phone and placed it in his jacket pocket. This photo means a lot to him, and he does hope you thought as well. That photo was his wallpaper for months before you decided to change it again. 

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

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Phainon hates to see his angel cry. It twists something deep inside him—something fierce and tender all at once. You, with your soft eyes and trembling lashes, trying to hide your tears with the back of your hand, as if even your sadness has to be quiet. He reaches for you before he can stop himself, his usually steady hands turning gentle as they cup your cheeks. “Don’t do that,” he murmurs, brushing your tears away with his thumbs. “Not when you’re supposed to smile, not when you’re mine to protect.” There’s no armor between you and him here, no battlefield—just the vulnerable warmth of your body pressed against his chest as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

He holds you for a long while, his hand splayed against the small of your back, firm and grounding. You can feel how tense he is—his whole frame humming with quiet rage at whatever hurt you—but he reins it in just for you. Instead of letting his anger burn, he pours that fire into something softer, something that simmers in the way his lips graze your hairline and linger there. “You’re not allowed to cry alone, you hear me?” he breathes. “If the world dares to make you sad, then let me be the one to wipe it away.” His voice dips low, husky with feeling, and his fingers curl possessively in the fabric of your shirt.

Phainon rarely lets his guard down, but with you? Everything shifts. He tilts your chin up so your eyes meet his—those beautiful eyes he always calls dangerous because they make him want things he shouldn't. His gaze softens, and his thumb gently traces the corner of your mouth. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re sad?” he whispers, almost ashamed to say it, but you can feel the way his breath catches when you blink at him. “Not because I like seeing you hurt—never that. But because even your sorrow makes you look like something I could worship.” His forehead leans into yours, and suddenly his lips are ghosting just above yours, not quite kissing, but close enough to make you ache.

“Let me make it better,” he says, barely audible, like it’s a promise and a plea all at once. His hands wander a little, tracing the curve of your waist with reverence, letting his touch linger where you’re softest. There’s no rush, no pressure—just the subtle way he lets his affection speak through every slow caress and gentle sigh. He doesn’t need to say much more. His body is warm against yours, solid and safe, and his lips finally brush yours with all the intensity of someone who’s been holding back far too long. It’s not just a kiss—it’s comfort, it’s longing, it’s love, and maybe a little desperation.

When he finally pulls back, breathless and dazed, his hands stay wrapped around you like he’s afraid you might vanish if he lets go. “No more tears,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Not while I’m here. Not when you belong in my arms, smiling and laughing like the light you are.” And even though you’re not an angel—not really—he still looks at you like you hung the stars. To him, you’ll always be divine.

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My mom just told me to go find another family, if y'all have any openings, ig.

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His loserness captivated me ☀️

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recently, yan anaxa's been pestering you for a date. he went so far as to write a thirty page report on the alleged benefits. somehow, he included quantitative and qualitative data, although you have your suspicions about bias in his sampling.

in a desperate bid to be rid of him, you issued a challenge: you'd go on a date if he could create a new color. he went quiet, mulling over your proposition, before accepting and slinking off. in the days that followed, you celebrated your cunning. he'd been so occupied with fulfilling your impossible task that he had no time to bother you.

just as you were getting acclimated to living a normal life again, there's an incessant knock at your door. opening it reveals one very self-satisfied anaxa. from behind his back, he procures a flask, wherein an unknown tonic sloshes around.

he created a hue outside of the color spectrum.

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This is a line from a gentle Ifa who’s worried about you for not eating properly.

You’ve lost your appetite due to certain circumstances.

Actually, your ankle is chained,

and being spoon-fed by him in the past has left you with a bit of trauma.

P.S.:

I just learned that the reading direction for comics is reversed in English and Japanese!

I added numbers to the speech bubbles just in case—hope that’s okay… 🥲

[asphodels-solitude]

Hello, first post 👋

Consider this an intro, ig—

I'm asphodels-solitude (username subject to change, possibly) but you can call me "Ace", since that's what I'll go by here on Tumblr.

A few things about me:

🌊 I'm currently 19 years old and a college 1st year (soon 2nd year, I hope) as I'm writing this.

🌊 I had a blog on here before, but idk where it went. Anyway, it only had some activity to it due to me writing Incorrect Quotes and making other posts for Dangerous Fellows (the otome game)

🌊 My way of texting/writing in non-fanfic posts may be a bit dated since the last time I was very active was around the time said otome game was mildly popular, which was around late 2019-2020 lol. Before that I was only ever allowed to have fb to talk to relatives overseas, so my humor might come from fandom communities on there too

🌊 I write fanfics occasionally, but I don't know when I'll post any (rest assured, I will—)

🌊 I might reblog some fanfics or any fan content I like as kind of an archiving thing, please comment on my reblog if you don't want me to reblog your fics/writing or any posts really

🌊 Slightly colorblind in blue and green, although my fav colors are also... Blue and green

🌊 Chronically ill, so might not be that active

🌊 English isn't my first language, so my writing might be a bit wonky

🌊 I was a former writer for our school paper, but I'm veeeeeery out of practice, and I only wrote in my native language too, so another reason my writing might be a bit wonky

🌊 Not very online due to both school and low energy, so if I miss anything or say anything offensive, kindly correct me or explain things 😭

That's all for general information, really

My Main Fandoms✨

And my favs from each teehee

🖊️ Tears of Themis

Vyn (literally obsessed with him)

🖊️ Honkai: Star Rail

Blade (also literally obsessed with him), Argenti, Jing Yuan, Gepard

🖊️ Genshin Impact

Cyno 💜, Alhaitham, Wanderer, Neuvillette, Wriothesley

🖊️ Dangerous Fellows

(although I'm not sure I'll write for it that much since it's been a while since I've played the game and feel like I don't know the characters that well anymore 💔)

Ethan, Lawrence (love-hate relationship with Lawrence, tbh)

What I Will Write for:

Character x Readers (since I usually imagine myself with my favorite characters, and that's what I'm mostly used to writing lol)

Yandere stuff (especially if given a prompt)

Omegaverse (but only fluff, and light smut since I'm not that experienced with writing smut)

What I WON'T Write for:

Some dark content (I read dark content and "dark romance", but some of it is too far for me)

Fully detailed smut (I'm not that experienced in writing it)

Furry stuff (nothing against it, I just feel like I wouldn't capture the essence of it if I'm writing for it)

Mecha (same with above)

Rules for my asks and other blog interactions, ig?

Sending writing prompts is okay (ps. PLEASE send writing prompts, I get writer's block often) ✅

Asking for clarifications on my writing is okay ✅

Anonymous asks are okay ✅

Don't use swear words at people ❌

Things like "fuck you, [name]" or anything cussing people out

My messages are turned off for people I don't follow ❌

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT ❌

When interacting with my posts, I sometimes check your profile and will check your age, so please have it visible since my writing may have mature themes ❌

That is all~