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That day of the month.

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extra art because i received permission to post this commission! | not my oc, commission |

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Hello, I remember your warden posts from your old blog and I absolutely LOVED them. I was wondering if you would be willing to share a few facts about William. Thank you for your time, have an awesome week ✨️

Alright some facts about my warden boi William Corbyn to confuse anyone not familiar with my history or the wardens!:

He has silver like hair and unlike other wardens his spine extends in a tail like appendage.

Cursed with permanent insomnia, like, haven't slept in 48 hours time insomnia, spends most of his free time asleep.

One of the two leaders aside from Matthew, whom he fears.

Can cause visual and auditory hallucinations, insomnia, disorientation and muscle weakness in anyone within his line of sight, uses this to keep other wardens in line

He is TALL (210 centimeters in height)

He is British (EW)

Some rumored he worked himself to death in his previous life

Favorite child is Damien (because he never talks), least favorite is Graziano.

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@shielpiers

My Gen 8 brainrot is now back at it again. Thank you for the incredible crackship

Gonna be the craziest thing I’ve ever said, but I kinda fw IFornicatedWithYourMother shipping

Like, I can definitely see Sordward and Shielbert, if they never forgave or came to like the player, fucking the player’s mom out of sheer spite after the events of the postgame, and it’s absolutely hilarious to me

Here’s my dramatic screenplay of what would happen in an IFornicatedWithYourMother shipping scene

*Player comes home and sees their mom at the dinner table with Sordward or Shielbert (or maybe both, who tf knows)*

Players mom: “oh sweetheart, welcome home! I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I figured you’d be busy with all your champion battles in Wyndon. But, your Wyndon friends have been keeping me lovely company! They’re such gentleman”

Player: “Mom, can we please talk about this later tonight… like, just us? Please?”

Sordward/Shielbert: “ *sips tea* hm…She’ll be busy then”

Player *About to crash tf out* : “The fuck you mean by that? What- What the fuck do you mean by that!?”

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Gonna be the craziest thing I’ve ever said, but I kinda fw IFornicatedWithYourMother shipping

Like, I can definitely see Sordward and Shielbert, if they never forgave or came to like the player, fucking the player’s mom out of sheer spite after the events of the postgame, and it’s absolutely hilarious to me

Here’s my dramatic screenplay of what would happen in an IFornicatedWithYourMother shipping scene

*Player comes home and sees their mom at the dinner table with Sordward or Shielbert (or maybe both, who tf knows)*

Players mom: “oh sweetheart, welcome home! I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I figured you’d be busy with all your champion battles in Wyndon. But, your Wyndon friends have been keeping me lovely company! They’re such gentleman”

Player: “Mom, can we please talk about this later tonight… like, just us? Please?”

Sordward/Shielbert: “ *sips tea* hm…She’ll be busy then”

Player *About to crash tf out* : “The fuck you mean by that? What- What the fuck do you mean by that!?”

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Important, discord compromised. Careful.

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♡♡♡♡♡

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OWL, GIVE US AN ANYTHING RELATED TO HARUTO YAMAMOKO, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭

ꨄ Pairing: Haruto Yamamoto (Vampire oc) x reader

ꨄ Summary: Your boyfriend turned into a vampire shortly before you met. Not you have an introverted undead creature on your hands.

ꨄ Word Count: 614

Having a recently turned vampire for a boyfriend had its challenges.

Haruto was already a homebody to begin with, but in a digital age with all his family still alive he never truly felt safe. Days were spent sleeping, nights were spent cleaning up around the home.

"You're home late." Those were the first words you heard when you stepped through the door. The young man laid on the couch, his pastel yellow zip up hoodie draped over him. A game was paused on the TV screen.

"Got us some take out," you explained, putting a plastic bag on the table. Haruto visibly lightened up before sighing.

"Can I even still eat that? You know, with the whole blood sucking thing." Haruto got up, grabbing his zip up hoodie and putting it on properly so he could come over to you. the young vampire put his head on your shoulder, stood halfway behind you.

"I mean.. your digestive system should still work, right?" You questioned, peering down at the bag, slightly zoned out. "I've seen those empty cups of ramen in the trash."

Haruto ran a hand through his white dyed hair, pursing his lips slightly at that. He brushed past you to dig into the bag, pulling out some items.

"Yeah, that's fair. Though it doesn't really satisfy me that much anymore." The young man frowned, small fangs peeking through his lips. "Been waiting all day for you."

"Shouldn't you have been asleep?" You questioned as Haruto grumbled, attaching his lips to your neck.

"I don't sleep anyway, as long as I stay out of the sunlight I'm fine." You felt his fangs poke at your neck, trying to find the right vein. He wasn't sure how other vampires pulled this off so easily. You gently pulled his head closer.

"C'mon just do it, bloods gonna come out anyway." Your encouragement caused him to swallow before pulling away. No matter how strong his hunger was, his mind still had to get used to the idea of drinking blood for the rest of his undead life.

"Give me a sec, maybe the takeout will full me up..." he muttered, grabbing a tray of sushi and digging into it. Roll after roll entered his mouth. A look of desperation began to wash over his face. His fangs ached, wanting something completely different than the rice and fish.

"Dammit," he whined, putting the tray back down. Rubbing his face, he tried to calm his nerves. "It's not happening, I need blood."

"Go ahead, I trust you." Those words didn't make it easier for him. Taking a deep breath, he approached you again. His hands placed upon your hips, he nuzzled his face back into your neck. His teeth were planted upon your neck. He could hear your blood oozing, and his teeth grew ever more painful, saliva filling his mouth. With shaking fingers, he plunged his teeth in. It was painful, but his saliva soon soothed it. Haruto let out an audible, shuddering breath as he drank your blood. The mildly human part of him, was disgusted. But the newer, parasitic instinct, was delighted. Forcing himself off of you, he wiped the back off his mouth with his sleeve. The red contrasted with the pastel yellow.

"Better?" You asked, your vision spinning slightly. Haruto held you in place, although he was just as unsteady as you. He nodded.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. He pulled you along, letting you sit down on the couch next to him. His arm around you. He grabbed the remote, turning off his game and putting a show on. His mind was still cloudy, staring at your wound.

"I think I'm fine."

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Christmas Lights - William Corbyn x Reader

@blackmoonowl

THIS IS FOR YOU OWL, YOU SIMP!!!

A short little Owlverse fic for the holiday season (Sorry for the late Christmas post)

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You are stretching as high as possible to reach the candle on the shelf, your arm extending as far as it will go.

"What are you doing, dear?"

You hear a low tired voice call to you as the door to the Silverspine's quarters creaked open. You turn around to face your partner, William Corbyn.

"Oh! William, you weren't supposed to see yet!”

You scramble to get off his king-sized bed, but you end up getting your foot stuck in the covers and just tumbling over onto the soft mattress, garnering a low, warm chuckle from the tall man. That laugh never fails to make you swoon.

"My my, quite clumsy today..."

William teases you as he walks into his room, but it is a little different from how it looked this morning. Now there are candles lit all around as small colored glass casings surround each wax and flame. The room is lit up with soft red, green, and gold candlelight thanks to the stained glass. You manage to tug your ankle from the covers and face him, watching as his face goes from playfully teasing to happy yet puzzled.

"I wanted to surprise you. Christmas is happening soon, but things are so different here compared to my home. I wanted to share my traditions with you" You explain. He listens intently, humming with contemplation.

"How is Christmas celebrated in your time?" He asks, heading over to the bed to sit down next to your figure stationed on his blankets.

"There are so many lights...houses lined up with lights of every color each December, and there are small lights that adorn the Christmas trees that make the ornaments shine even brighter! I wanted to show you the closest thing to those Christmas lights. "

Your happy reminiscing is cut short by the realization that you might never be able to see those types of lights again, not when you're stuck here.

"These lights aren't the same, but I wanted to show you the closest thing I could get. Henry helped me weld all these candle cases, and he tinted the glass too."

The room looks so much livelier with seasonal colors dousing each surface. William's quarters are usually grey and dull, reflecting his habits of sleeping. But, with the lights, it looks like a little Christmas party! William's smile grows more as he takes in his surroundings, understanding your care and commitment to making his life happier. You changed his life in the best conceivable way. Once, his life was dull and monotonous - weighed down by his past and the cumbersome exhaustion he carries - but by a miracle, you arrived. Suddenly each flower you pointed out in the garden was like a new discovery, each cloud in the sky was a fresh idea or entertaining character, and each little light was a sea of stars or bright ray of sunshine. Although he will never be rid of his physical exhaustion, his mentality has been energized to make everything just a bit more bearable.

"You wanted me to see the lights of your Christmas..?" He mumbled it more to himself than to you, heartfelt awe evident in his tone.

"Yeah, I know it's not the exact same thing, and it is much dimmer than my normal Christmas lights, but I hope that you still like it even if it's a bit--oh!"

He cuts off your rambling by picking you up off the bed and placing you in his lap. The sudden position makes you blush, a reaction that he relishes. The colors that surround you both make you look even more radiant in his eyes.

"I love it," He says with a small happy sigh as if letting the tension of the day slide off his shoulders to fall through the floor.

Before a word could leave your lips, they are met with William's kiss, gentle yet firm in its delivery. You close your eyes, letting your hand slide up to his shoulder and his larger hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. This type of behavior is not unheard of for William, however, it is still surprising considering how tired he is every day. He usually only has enough energy to muster up a kiss on the cheek before he's sound asleep. A full kiss like this makes your whole body jolt. William can feel your muscles tense with surprise at his bold action, and he breaks the kiss with a sleepy smile. You simply sit on his lap, absolutely flabbergasted.

"You...really like it, huh?" You say with a dumbfounded smile.

His kisses are nothing short of heavenly. His hand followed up to hold your cheek, grasping your attention in his soft embrace.

"It is this type of love and care that made me fall in love with you..." William says softly, looking into your eyes that shine with the colorful candlelight. "...so radiant and filled with cheer"

His words make you lean into his touch more and more, closing your eyes and resting your head on his gentle touch. He likes the sight of you cuddled up to him in such a way. His thumb caresses your cheek causing you to voice a small hum of contentment. Absentmindedly, your lips greet his palm with a kiss of your own. By the sound of his low hum, you can tell he is pleased by the attention. You softly look up at your boyfriend and whisper…

"Merry Christmas, William"

"Merry Christmas, my darling"

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. 2025 will bring blessings.

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𝕱𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

ꨄ Pairing: Clemens Averink x reader

ꨄ Summary: Spending quality time with your boyfriend, plotless fluff mostly. Had very little time so E.

ꨄ Word Count: 639 words

"Sit still, you're distracting me."

You were sitting in one of the bedrooms chairs, with a book in hand as Clemens played a chess match with himself. While everyone had gotten into a semi festive mood, Clemens only seemed to have gotten more irritated with everything. He placed another pawn forward as he glared at the door. With a sigh, you closed your book.

"You've been pissy all day, something wrong?" You finally pushed, leaning back and crossing your legs. "This is unlike you."

"I simply have no interest in celebration. Nothing but a foolish attempt to raise spirits," Clemens replied as he stopped his solo game to look at you. "It may be of use to them, as for me... I find it a waste of time."

"Because playing chess with yourself is a better use of your time," you sarcastically pointed out, huffing at the cold warden. Clemens glared at you, pulling away from his game of chess.

"I beg your pardon? Most would not dare to speak to me in such a manner," he spoke in a low tone, his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, but I'm not most people, am I?" You smiled, blowing him a kiss. Clemens pinched the bridge of his nose, but didn't argue any further. He knew damn well he put himself in this situation.

"Do not play coy with me," he hummed as he lifted an old mug to his lips, taking a sip of coffee. "As my romantic partner you still have no reason to mock me."

"I'm not mocking you," you mumbled as you leaned your forearms onto your knees. "I just don't understand why you want to spend all day inside. I get it, you're not exactly social... and you don't like most people here. But this is kind of unhealthy, don't you think?"

"I have persisted for centuries now. I prefer my peace of mind much more than those celebrations," he replied, going back to place another piece forward. "You are here with me, that is what I treasure most. The others can try to keep some decorum with these celebrations, yet I see their spirits dampened every year they are imprisoned here."

"And you?' You asked. "Do you feel trapped here. I certainly felt that way when I first came here."

"No," he simply responded. "This is preferably to life out there, at least it was for me."

"Yeah, I can imagine," you mumbled. "You old people sure had rough lives back then."

Getting to your feet, you put your hands on your hips. "Can we at least do something together? I'm going insane sitting around here."

"If you so desire," Clemens mumbled, standing up and locking arms with you. "However, if they cause a fuss I am returning immediately."

"Yeah yeah," you mumbled, kissing his cheek. "We get it, let's go." Clemens let out a sigh as you guided him out to the gardens. Clemens blinked as he gazed upon the snow falling from the sky. His lips pursed as he briefly imagined the snow red. You tore away from him to start messing around in the snow as the cold warden stared ahead with that same stern expression, yet he held much affection in his heart as you messed around.

"You behave as a child would," he mumbled in mild disapproval as you began rolling balls of snow around, your hands changing colour slightly in the cold.

"Yeah, so?" You replied as Clemens took off his cape, placing it around your shoulders and pulling you closer, his arm around you.

"Let us move, otherwise Matthew will have our heads for messing with the gardens," he warned as he pulled you to his side, your head against his shoulder. As he looked at the setting sun another thought crossed his mind

Maybe this wasn't so bad.

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Headcanon time!

Since Erhard has been removed from the Warden lineup, I want to send him off with the headcanons I’ve made of him over the years

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Behold, the living furnace. Warm as a heated blanket all the time

Although his parents forced him and his siblings to grow up far too fast, he always managed to make time to play with Clemens and Claude. Drawing silently with Clemens, play-wrestling with Claude, a game of house with Frieda. There was always sibling bonding time, until their parents came back at least

If you gave this man a back massage, he would fuckin melt.

Highly admires a woman in charge. He has always hated the gender discrimination of his time because he loves both his brothers and his sister equally, so seeing a woman so headstrong makes him wonder if Freida grew up to be big and strong too

Deep down, all this man wishes is to revive he and his brothers inner child, but he knows that is an impossible goal

Gives his brothers kisses on the head. He loves them to death

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MY MAN. THANK YOU TO MY MANNNNNNN☺️💕💕

(Thank you sm Owl, you have no idea how much this made me smile)

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌

Maurits de Lorijn x reader

A\N: Gift for my wonderful friend @sirenat-t

Warnings: None

"Stand still."

You huffed at the Warden's muffled tone, needle still held between his lips. The measuring tape was tightly secured around your waist as he hummed in focus.

"You took my measurements last week, you know," you reminded him as he put the tape aside, his gloved hands gently pulling on your wrists, so you'd look at him.

"I wanted to make sure not a single detail has changed," Maurits replied with a small huff leaving his lips. He took out pieces of fabric, matching the green material with the shade on his coat. The gesture placed a small smile on your lips. "You shall not be wearing that... strange attire during our Christmas celebrations."

"Hey! that's fashion nowadays. My generation would understand," you retorted, though there was no bite to your words. These 'arguments' became all too familiar.

"Unfortunately, I doubt anyone would understand your choice of garments," Maurits mumbled as he stood behind you, picking up the measuring tape to measure your shoulders. You could practically hear his smile. You had gotten used to standing still, he was making you new outfits practically every month now. The other articles of clothing were neatly hung on coat hangers within his wardrobe.

"You know, all our outfits look the same at this point," You teased, ruffling the left side of Maurits' hair, careful to avoid the right side. Maurits let out a 'tsk', swatting your hand away so he could fix his curls.

"I shall use another design if it displeases you so," he grumbled. You knew he wasn't serious; he never was. While he averted his gaze, he allowed you to grip his chin, placing a kiss against his cheek.

"No, I like the one you picked out. You just make it far too easy to mess around," you chuckled in response, pinching his soft skin. Maurits looked down at the fabric, looking at the flowers he had carefully etched into it. It were your favourites, one of the only things he could never forget.

"But in all seriousness," you continued. "You've been holed up here for weeks now. Even Percy is wondering where you're at." You tugged on the mans sleeve, trying to catch his eyes.

"How I utilize my time is none of his concern," he replied, placing the fabric down. He tried to play it off, but you could see the contemplation on his face.

"Maurits... we talked about this..." you reminded him, the smile not yet leaving your face. "Richard shouldn't be your only friend. You're not Damien, you know?" You watched as the warden covered his mouth and nose to fight back a snort. Despite him trying to keep up the serious demeanour, he couldn't help himself.

"Very well, though, not yet," he simply said as he sat down in his chair, the colour of the fabric once again matching his attire. "I wish to remain here a while longer."

"Looking for some quality time together?" You flirted, leaning on the wall close to him. Maurits' pale cheeks went beet red at that remark.

"Jeminee..." he mumbled, casting his eyes aside as if gazing upon you was a shameful act. You plopped down on the seat across from him, leaning your arms on your knees.

"Come on Maurits, we've been dating for a while-"

"Courting."

"What?"

"I am courting you, dating sounds rather... well, it does sound too simple. I am courting you." Maurits crossed his legs as he leaned back.

"Whatever floats your boat, buddy," you hummed in reply, earning you another soft glare from your boyfriend, another term he hated. You glanced out the window, looking at the snow covering the gardens outside.

Maurits followed your gaze, his gaze softening. He pursed his lips briefly before looking at you again.

"It is quite simple to lose yourself here," Maurits spoke, catching your attention again. "It no longer means anything when you have resided here for centuries."

"I guess that makes sense," you replied. "Is that why you guys no longer really care for it anymore?"

"No, it was an incident involving Clemens. Not to mention the arguing that often occurred."

"Not surprising," you muttered as you looked at him. "What about you?"

"I have no strong feelings towards it, per se," he responded. "I simply prefer spending time alone with you."

"Maybe you are a little like Damien after all," you joked. He shook his head.

"Do not begin with that, truly."

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𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖚𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘

William Corbyn x reader

Content: Established relationship, pure fluff and not much else. William brainrot is massive rn.

A/N: Woe, OC content be upon ye

Seasons still played out per usual around the manor.

Snowflakes hit the window of the Wardens' second in command. Pale skin stuck out against the dark circles under his bright, yet dull blue eyes. Brushing his fingers through his long silver hair, a tired chuckle escaped his lips when he heard you yawn.

"Asleep already? My, and you are meant to be more active than I. Yet..." he trailed off, a small smile remaining on his lips. He approached his beautifully decorated king-sized bed, watching you lay tangled in the sheets with a groggy expression on his face. Kneeling by your side, he laced his fingers with yours.

"I'm stuck here anyway," you yawned. "There's really no need for me to be on a strict schedule like you." William shook his head at that, reaching up with his large hand to pinch your cheek, his silver ring brushing against your skin, making you shiver. After placing a kiss onto your forehead, he rose back to his feet to gaze out the window once more.

"Humor me," he spoke up once more, catching your attention. "Is Christmas still a celebrated tradition? I can hardly tell; it has been so long since I have seen the world." You sat up with a small frown, brushing your hand through your hair.

"Yeah, we still do. Probably looks different now than it did in your time though," you replied as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, shivering in the cold. "It's become less about religion and more about spending time with family and just you know... the vibes of it all?"

"Vibes?" William frowned. "I... do not think I understand what you mean with 'vibe'." A smile crept on your lips as you looked up at him.

"Right... I keep forgetting you're an old... old man." William slightly narrowed his eyes at that comment, although his gaze softened at your grin.

"You are quite lucky I am fond of you, otherwise I would have to reprimand you," he mumbled as he placed his hand on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. The tail like extension of his exposed silver spine brushed up your leg, the cold metal contrasting with your warm body. "Yet you did not answer my inquiry. What does one mean when they speak of this... 'vibe'?"

"Uh... it's like... how it feels. The feeling of Christmas, that is what the vibe is, I'm pretty sure," you replied, trying your best not to laugh further.

"I see, well I suppose I can understand such an explanation... well, lack thereof." William closed his eyes, an action comforting to his unending exhaustion.

"Going to catch some shut eye?" You asked, leaning your head against his arm. A low hum escaped your partner, and he placed a light kiss on the top of your head, kneeling down a bit to actually reach you.

"Not quite, I wish to spend a little more time with you. I suppose I could scrape by enough will to stroll in the garden." You shook your head at his suggestion.

"Nope, too cold. I doubt the others are creating much of a mess right now." You looked at the closed bedroom door.

"Are you suggesting something, dearest?" William questioned, the corners of his lips once again quirking up slightly.

"Yeah, let's stay in," you mumbled, leaving his side to flop backwards onto the bed. The warden stood over you, chuckling quietly as he lifted you up bridal style into his arms, laying down in bed properly before blowing out the candle and joining you.

"Quite eager to get to resting, I have not been influencing you too much, have I?" he murmured, his fingers gently massaging your scalp as you nestled against his chest.

"Maybe, that a bad thing?" You replied quietly, voice muffled against his clothes.

"Well, possibly." William's pondered. He then lightly shook his head. "Have a good rest, we shall discuss Christmas celebrations later."

"I'd like that."