#✎ My Creations

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✎ I Love My Selves

✴ Post-Standard Imposter AU ft. Your Self-Insert (or at least one of them)

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One second Teyvat was drooling for your death, the next you were the most beloved deity in the world.

Pretty hard to believe the latter given your first impression of this nightmare, one you'll never wake up from.

Said nightmare was constantly proclaiming it's love for you, right after trying to kill you . . . Yeah you've seen enough horror to know where this is going.

But all humans need to be loved.

You'll never turn to Teyvat for that, and nobody from Earth can fill in that role, nor will your trauma let you reassure yourself, so what do you do?

Practice self-love, but with extra steps.

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⌡ 🔏 Reader from Faraway, be on guard, Cults, Religious Themes, and Mentioned Execution, are features of these pages. ⌠

⌡ 🔏 Do come and tell me if there are any other details I have failed to alert thee of . . . ⌠

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The Crowning Of The True Creator, a seven-day-long festivity all of Teyvat was celebrating alongside the execution of the Imposter.

It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, one of prayer and salvation for Teyvat after daring to obey the Fake. One where you and your creations would forgive and forget, pushing aside the past and making way for a glorious future.

Or it was supposed to be.

Predictably, gods—or at least those human enough—never forgive and never forget something as wretched as witch hunts and attempted lynching.

You know this better than anyone else.

And as if that wasn't enough you were declared The Creator, the creator of a universe coded and drawn by the hands of a corporation you had no part in.

And all of this because of some funky gold blood in your veins? Bah! It was all bullshit!

You were no imposter and you were no creator, but because of your flesh and blood, nooobody believe you.

So all you could do was smile and nod. Smile and nod to the every word of these cultists, your captors.

It was during one song speaking of your alleged Infinity Powerful Abilities™️ that you couldn't help but wonder . . .

. . . that yeah, you have no powers, but what if you did? What's the harm in trying out?

During a heavenly break from the masses, in the privacy of your gilded cage, you poured all your focus into trying to create a special somebody. Somebody you did create.

And create you did.

There they were in front of you, your self-insert, made from your personality and your desires. Somebody you lived through.

And the best part is that they understood you, were bearable (maybe even better!), and you freaking enjoyed their presence, flaws be damned (or even welcomed)! even those you hated in yourself and everyone else

For the rest of the week you two were glued to the hip, conversing with one another and doing as you wished. Never mind the cultists you had to please and expectations to meet! You had a friend to be besties with!

For your Self-Insert it was a realization—to say the least—that they didn't exist before you brought them here. Their memories and stories, their world, those they knew, everything was just fiction you dreamt up. Once upon a time they weren't real!

But they were real now, and your the reason why.

And you were somebody who lovingly made them, lived the unreal reality alongisde them. Someone who handpicked each part of their every being and loved the gestalt for what it was.

Not the forgone past. Not the potential future. The current now.

You poured your soul into them, brought to them to life—

"—and the universe said 'I love you because you are love.'" Recited your creation to whoever it was they humored.

'And so too was the universe loved' they'd think to themselves, but Teyvat purged that certainty from you. Nevermind the past. Just as you had, they would lend the same love given to them. Love you held for them, and thus yourself. After all . . .

Those stupid Allogenes may have been your characters to play with once upon a time, but they were your real Vessel, one whose very being was a part of you, and nothing could change that . . .

Your self-proclaimed Acolytes would watch with envy. Was it shameful to hold such a grudge towards something tailormade, so trusted, so perfect for such a purpose?!?! Yes. Yes it was.

But how are the creations of a forgotten body ever to compare to an art piece, that of the current self?

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Comment below any "[they] would not fucking say [or do] that" moments you experienced while reading this one lol

A break away from my own Imposter AU.

Reader assumes that since they didn't actually participate in making Genshin Impact, only seemed to have Gold blood to make them stand out, and zero memories of any past life, that they weren't really special, just unlucky enough to be the product of the cult's obsessions but that wasn't the case lol.

So yeah, since you're stuck here, might as well make the most of it and see if you truly have powers to make and break

You have the power indeed! You use it to make your Self-Insert real and break the hearts of Teyvat once again!

Why have a cult that tried to kill you when you can have your Self-Insert with you instead?

You're SI's thoughts on you? obvs they have some love for you, but what kind of love that is, is up to you.

Also you consider your SI your only creation lmao

Anyways worldbuilding

The Crowning is an event every nation spends seven days celebrating, and The Creator attends the main event in a different nation each day. So for example, Day 1: Mondstadt, Day 2: Liyue, etc., etc..

Lots of fighting on what order the Creator's visits would go in. It's whatever you imagine.

For the most part Teyvat pray, sacrifices and gives offers to the Creator. Partakes in purification rituals to be cleansed of sin (cuz of the Imposter Hunt and Imposter being deemed the Creator) and spends the rest of the day celebrating the Creator's descent.

But the day the Creator is in the nation? It's all jubilation and sky-high celebration. That's when the celebration of the Nation peaks and everyone is trying to at least get a glance of the Creator. The next day they presume as scheduled afterwards.

Once reader's Self-Insert comes into being and is brought into public eye, word spreads fast, especially to the next nations the duo is to visit.

Opinions are split.

Because during the event, the Creator has personally created a being, somebody who takes up all their attention, giving less attention than before to their worshippers, favoring them just like that.

The nations before this are glad to have more acknowledgement from the Creator than the nations yet to be visited due to the SI's abscence.

Others are estatic that the Creator's newest creation is going to bless the nation with their pressence, and revere the Creation almost as much as The Creator. Others are salty that the Creator made their Creation after leaving their nation.

Some don't complain about the Creator's Creation. For one, Teyvat irreversibly hurt the Creator, and it makes sense for them to turn to another Creation they could actually trust. The favoritism was inevitable.

Or maybe they think something else.

[chuluoyi]

✎ mission: baby steps !

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

genre: full crack, dad!gojo being a sore loser, your baby being mean (he only wants peace, really), and obviously, fluff !!

note: a little thing for father's day ehe <3 i know i said i'll work on smut in the polls next but uhhh, this comes first ok?! :') i just love the idea of gojo vs baby don't mind me *sobs* and all the scenario here come from the tiktok/reels you've sent me!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

There are many things that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer, and when you are Gojo Satoru, those things seem to be multiplying like bunnies.

This essentially means less time with his wife and baby. Look, he could finish missions fast, but when sent to other cities, even he couldn't abuse his teleportation powers all the time to return to Tokyo.

And so, as much as he hated it, he couldn't fault his baby boy for forgetting him.

"Look, it's papa," you rocked your son with a smile, consoling him as he wailed right after Satoru held him. "Don't cry, don't cry! Papa just got back from a long mission, he's not scary!"

"Is he scared of me?" Ouch. The thought prickled him. It somehow felt sourer than seeing Principal Gakuganji's face.

You hummed, seemingly (or comically?) deep in thought. "Hmm, in baby's point of view: a big, bad man suddenly picks him up, of course he's scared."

"I'm not a bad man!"

Okay, he wasn't having this. Satoru adored his baby to bits and he would want him to at least know it. It's settled then—he would be taking paid leave just to spend some time with his baby.

This would be his mission for the next three days!

DAY ONE

The day started off great. Baby Gojo was relatively calm, a bit fussy here and there but Satoru could definitely handle him.

"Look, a plane is coming!" he said playfully, moving the spoon in the air to attract his baby's attention. "Open your mouth wide!"

Baby blinked at him with the straightest face ever. His two blue orbs were the very same as his father, and yet they held disinterest so great that it was a wonder Satoru didn't notice.

He then playfully smooched baby's face, but he scrunched up, cringing in response.

And later, another achievement unlocked: Satoru successfully got his son to sleep for his afternoon nap!

"You're so cute, sigh." Satoru poked his baby's cheek lightly. "You look like me, but when you sleep, you totally look like your mama..."

He might not say it out loud, but one of his favorite sights lately was seeing you sleep next to your son. Both of you looked so precious and vulnerable, so alike, and it made him warm.

And whenever he looked at this little creation between you and him, he also got the urge to poke him so bad.

So he did. Only this time, he poked him a little too hard.

And how wrong that move was.

His son immediately cracked his eyes open, his lips quivered, and then his whole face scrunched up, followed by—

"WAAA!"

"Oof! Wait— I'm sorry!"

Long story short, he refused to be held in Satoru's arms, so you took over and your husband could only watch you with dissatisfaction.

"Won't you let me hold you?" he asked despondently, pulling up a pitiful face and batting his eyelashes. "I have the warmest hugs! Mama can vouch for that!"

"Satoru, he doesn't want you."

DAY ONE RESULT : FAILED

DAY TWO

Okay, his baby would love him today. Satoru was sure of it.

He had ordered this baby ride-on toy via home shopping and not only that, he would play with him!

"Here we goo~! Honk! Honk!" Satoru steered the little vehicle with his son at the backseat, hyping him up and even made a weird sound that was supposed to resemble a... train?

You watched them both, giggling. Your husband looked positively ridiculous as he was too big for the small vehicle, but still persisted in entertaining your clueless baby behind him. "Oh my, Satoru, you're trying way too hard."

"I have to!" he retorted, sending pout and a glare at the same time. "You can't hog him all the time, he's my son too!"

"Well, good luck~ as it happens, your spawn isn't easy to impress."

"Just so you wait—!" Satoru begrudgingly shot you a look, eaten up by your taunts, not noticing the wall in front of him. "By the end of today, he'll— whoaaa!"

He was about to crash into the said wall, and you were prepared to jump to save your baby first. But then, Satoru did the next best thing to stop it—jumping out of the ride-on, rolling onto the floor... and crashing into the bookshelf that some of the things fell. "Ow!"

"Are you okay!?" you immediately picked up your baby before checking him over. However, Satoru's eyes were transfixed on your shared munchkin.

"Meh heh~"

And you too when you heard it— your baby was wiggling, all smiles, seemingly amused by the sight of his papa lying there pitifully. Satoru was aghast.

"Y-you have no filial piety!"

DAY TWO RESULT : FAILED

DAY THREE

Today, Satoru had gotten inside the playpen and brought a bunch of toys, planning to entertain his son with all of them.

"C'mon, don't throw that!" he pursed his lips when his kid flung the lego away. "Don't you want to play together with me?"

No. As if saying that, the baby crawled away from him. He seemed to have a target in mind though.

"Oi, what are you doing?" Satoru was puzzled, but he was in for a surprise when the child rose slowly.

"Oh, you're pushing yourself up..." he stated, observing how the baby, still wobbly, clutched on the edge of his playpen for support.

A huge grin spread across his face then. "Aww, look at you!" he gushed with pride. "You can stand already! Ooh!"

And suddenly, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a milestone. He wasn't here when he first started teething or crawling, and now that he was here when his son was standing... he wanted to see more of this.

"Now, can you take a step?" Satoru moved closer to him, and the kid turned to him with those clear blue eyes and a little frown, seemingly unsure. "Go! Go! Come to me!"

He didn't think he would actually try to walk. But he did as baby let go of the support, alas suddenly he slipped—

And fell flat on his face.

"—! Are you hurt?!" Satoru immediately plucked him off the floor, horrified, and pulled him close when the baby started to sniffle. Soon, he began to wail inconsolably.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" he didn't even know why he was apologizing, but seeing his baby so frightened made his chest tighten. "Stop crying, oh wait—let's find mama!"

You were engrossed in your evening TV series when Satoru came barging to the living room with your poor son while being hysterical. "Help him!"

"What happened?!"

"He fell! He fell!"

Of course, your main concern was to comfort your baby, and so you reached out to take him from your husband's arms, only that...

"Huh...?" even Satoru was stunned when his son clutched onto his shirt, continuing to cry but refusing to let go, burying his little face into him.

Suddenly, he felt warm, he felt needed, and most of all, his desire to protect him was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but squeeze him closer.

You looked between the father and son, feeling giddy at the sight.

"He wants you," you finally smiled, patting baby's back. Satoru glanced between you and his precious pumpkin, seemingly taken aback as he blinked several times. When the fact sank in, he felt like a mush and pressed a kiss on his head.

The clown was convinced that his kid hates him and you are the savior. So, the fact that this little innocent being wanted him to comfort him... it made his heart flutter.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed into him, smushing his face to his little one's. "Don't cry, yeah? You're making me sad too."

"Satoru... are you getting glassy-eyed?"

"...am not!"

DAY THREE RESULT : DUBIOUS OUTCOME

"He's asleep..." you placed your baby between you and Satoru on the bed later that night, he was now so peaceful, out like a light.

Satoru turned to face you and the baby, looking at both of you with a yawn, but a soft smile lit his face when he saw how you pecked his son's cheek lightly.

These three days made him almost forget that curses still existed out there. Spending time with his son blurred that fine line between reality and a perfect daydream.

"He is still so little, but he screams so loud," he mused, poking the baby's cheek gently. You swatted his hand away, worried he might poke too hard again.

"You keep teasing him, that's why."

"—? He keeps playing me, is why!"

You two burst into quiet giggles then, and you couldn't help but reminiscing about the journey from when you first found out you were expecting, through the first ultrasound, and all the way to delivering your son.

And it seemed like Satoru had an inkling of what you were thinking when he suddenly blurted:

"Thank you, for everything you do," he whispered then, his eyes crinkled so softly at you.

You playfully huffed to hide your misty eyes, and in that moment, Satoru knew, that you too were glad for this life you two shared.

. . .

And that, in and of itself, was enough for him to thank all the stars for bringing him to meet you in that most beautiful spring of 2006.

Epilogue

It was morning, and baby was awoken by... sounds.

He looked to the side to find his mama there— your hand on his tummy to prevent him from rolling.

And then he turned to the other side to find his papa... who is perfectly still, but emanating this low sounds with each breath he took.

The longer he heard it, the more irritated your munchkin felt. So he rose, put his fists together, and came down on him—

Whack!

"—?!" Satoru groaned when something hit his face, and he opened his eyes only to see his son readying his punch again—

"W-why are you hitting me!" he was mortified. "H-help! Sweets, wake up! He’ll murder me!”

OVERALL MISSION RESULT : FAILED

[togegiri]

✎ᝰ ❛ THIS SWEETNESS IS JUST MADE FOR YOU ❜ — yuuta okkotsu. toge inumaki. megumi fushiguro. yuuji itadori.

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ content. The many woe's of being inlove is valentines day, so what kind of sweet treat do they make for you?

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warnings. gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. (name) will be used. petnames is used (my love - yuuta , darling - megumi , my sunflower - yuuji). tooth rottening fluff.

note. kind off early for valentines day but I wanted to write it anyways! happy early valentines day people <33

— THE PREPARED TYPE. 乙骨憂太 | okkotsu yuuta

[ "happy valentines day (name), here you go, usually girls give out the chocolates but I wanted to do the giving! I didn't want to buy just chocolates so I made chocolate chip cookies! I hope you love them my love.. y- you don't mind if I call you my love right?" ]

A gentleman to the boot. A week before valentines he has already been planning on what to get for you. He wanted to give you something meaningful that you'll love. Thus the idea of baking cookies came in.

A chocolate chip cookie to be exact. Although he doesn't know baking that much, he asked for his friends' help, pandas, toge, maki. Although when he asks for their help all he gets is “I don't know how to bake,” or “bonito flakes” in toge's language. 

Thus he opted to get baking lessons which was worth it because he learned how to bake cakes, and different types of desserts that he can surprise you for any occasion.

While in the baking lessons he was a little slow but the teacher didn't mind at all. He had to apologize a lot due to the small clumsy mistakes he does but nonetheless he was able to learn through his mistakes.

He gifts you the chocolate chip cookie with a white paper bag and light pink ribbons and laces. He tried his best to make the packaging look adorable which ended up to be cute and great! 

He also bought you some pink tulips. The day of the valentines day he was worried you wont like the cookies he baked or worse your allergic to something in the cookie. So he had to ask in advance if your allergic to anything before he gave it to you.

When he gave the cutely packaged cookies and the tulips he gave you an awkward smile. As you feel your body feel hot as he blushed a little seeing you take the cutely packaged gift and the pink tulips.

“Oh uh… umm since you said you dont have any allergies h- here! happy valentines,” he gives it to you as he awkwardly chuckles feeling pink dust forming in his cheek. Slowly you take the cutely packaged sweet treat, “I hope you love it how much I loved making it for you.”

“thank you yuuta,” you smiled, giving him a small peck in the kiss, making his eyes widen. His whole face covered with his blush, “your welcome my love,” he gave you a kiss back. Yuuta feels as if his mouth has been overfilled with the sweetness of the chocolates as he looks at you. He truly is a lovesick fool isn't he?

— THE AWKWARD TYPE. 狗巻棘 | inumaki toge 

[ “uhh… k- kelp… tuna tuna,” ] 

He's a hopeless romantic. Although quite awkward as I'd like to think when he's in love, he'll love hard to the point he feels nervous and shy around them. He had to take three shopping trips in three whole days because he feels as if the things he bought are not too worthy for you.

Unlike yuuta he just followed a youtube tutorial and winged it the day before valentine. It was a lot of trial and error. Yes he woke up panda just to force panda to try the first failure of his creation.

Panda thought he was poisoning him after eating all of his onigiri. Yes the cursed corpse puked it out after. Toge has to be up all night to make those chocolate soufflés for you. The ending was a messy kitchen, a panda who looks like he's about to enter heaven and see Jesus, and a perfectly done chocolate soufflés.

He wrapped it in a minimalistic way, a red wrapper and a pink ribbon on the chocolate soufflés and made a small cute note on it drawing a chibi of yourself and him holding hands. 

He hopes the chocolate soufflés were to your liking and the love letter reaches through your heart. He'll hide under his collar once you get the gifts he has given you. He wants to run away, kiss you, or give you a kiss then run away after! 

In short he doesn't know what to do and just short circuits but tries his best to stay where he is as you took his declaration of love.

As you take the valentines gift you smile at him seeing the love letter attached to the wrapped treats. He blushed a little trying to hide his face with his collar as you read the letter he wrote.

Dear (name),

I love you, I know I can say it aloud like anybody can. I do hope my actions can speak through the words I badly wanna say. I love you dearly. 

You smile at him, bringing him to a hug. The cursed speech user's eyes widen at this as he awkwardly hugs you back putting his head on your shoulder feeling his whole face hot and embarrassed. “I love you too toge!” He nodded his head as he hugged you tightly making you giggle hugging him back tightly. 

Words may not be said but actions are much louder to toge's love for you. 

— THE COOL HEADED TYPE. 伏黒恵 | fushiguro megumi 

[ “I hope this isn't much, I hope you aren't disappointed, I'm not much of a flower type of guy but I hope this love letter will suffice, happy valentines day d-.. ahem! darling..” ] 

He knows how to bake and is a perfect boyfriend at this point. Although he's quite stoic and a private person you loved him nonetheless. As for valentines day presents he already planned them in advance.

He personally doesn't like giving flowers but prefers to give you a love letter or love notes. He made some chocolate truffles for you but when gojo saw him baking he immediately annoyed megumi to let him join baking which he denied multiple times.

Gojo ended up eating some of the truffles as megumi forced him out of the kitchen. The way he decorated the packaging was a simplistic style. A cute pink wrapper with red ribbons decorating it. As he gave it to you, same with the cutely decorated letter scented with his favorite perfume.

Particularly he wasn't embarrassed more on the nervous side, afterall he value what your likes and dislikes and wants the best for you. 

“Tell me if you don't like it, I'm gonna remake the one you like, okay?” he says making you chuckle as you take the gifts he gave for you, “silly megumi, I'd eat it even if I'm allergic to it if it came from you,” 

The raven haired male chuckles, “stop being an idiot I would never let you eat something you're allergic too,” you grin as he gives you a small peck in the cheek as you hugged him close. 

— THE SUNSHINE TYPE. 虎杖悠仁 | itadori yuuji

[ “I got you tons of things, if I'm being truthful I almost forgot about it so I kinda panicked and bought lots of things! I hope you like what I get for you, my sunflower!” ] 

He almost forgot about it until nobara asked what he'll get for you. His eyes widened as he looked at nobara in panic as the brunette girl looked at him in defeat. He forced the girl to help him as nobara fighted for her life to not be in yuuji's shit. 

Ended up helping him in the end as they looked around a patissier shop where he ended up buying brownies for you. He also requested for the workers to wrap it in a super duper cute way! pink wrapper, red ribbons, with white frills, and cute heart designs on it.

He also bought you a cute hello kitty plushie, a bouquet rose and a letter. Yuuji Itadori is going all out for this because he felt guilty and almost forgot about it. He will say it to you too once he gives his presents to you. Apologizing, looking like a kicked puppy.

You chuckled as you let it go, making the boy grin and pepper you with kisses.

“I’m still sorry I almost forgot about it…” yuuji whined hugging you close nuzzling his head onto your shoulder making you chuckle, “it's fine, I still love you yuuji, I don't mind if you forgot about it,” the pink haired male pouts. “That's not good, if I forget any event I'm gonna be angry at myself for that because I want to shower you with all my love.”

“You already do those yuuji, everyday you shower me with your love,”

“that's true I still want you to know I love you with every anniversary, valentines day, birthday, christmas—”

“yeah, yeah, I got it yuuji,” 

He chuckles, hugging you closer, loving the warmth you two make.

“Good!” 

[beomiracles]

maybe something like lingerie kink with hyuka? you surprised him with a new set of pretty white lacy lingerie and he just can't keep his hands away from his pretty angel:(( (his words not mine) really soft fluffy sex since with Kai, it's always making love and never fucking 🥹

⌞ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 ⌝

DREAM RECALL “So please”, you say, your hands on his chest, urging him back against the cushions as you flip your positions, “let me do something for you.”

wc -> 2.3k

PAIRINGS hueningkai x fem!reader WARNINGS really soft sex (like it's almost sickening), love confessions, reader and kai are very hopelessly in love (did I mention that), blowjob/handjob, unprotected sex + creampie, implied marking, brief nipple stimulation (let me know if I missed something!)

#serene adds ✎ birthday fic for the birthday boy !! this super sweet request just aligned so well I couldn't not do it. this lacks a lot of plot, it's basically sex all the way through. writing soft sex is not my strong suit, so any feedback is appreciated, KISSES FROM SERENE <3

The minutes ticked by, rapidly turning into hours, and when the clock struck eleven you began to lose hope. With a small sigh you let your finger trace the outer layer of frosting, neatly decorating the cake you’d made just for him, just for today. — But the man in question was nowhere to be seen. Making him work on a day like this? It was absolutely immoral. You pop an icing coated finger into your mouth as your gaze drops to the beautiful creation before you, feeling almost melancholic as you glance over the neat, 22, written in the center of it. 

Just a little longer, you’d wait just a little longer. With a determined huff, you pull on the silk robe around your body, making sure it remains intact. And so you waited, just like you had been all evening. — You think half an hour might’ve passed, maybe even more, but then you hear it, the faint jiggle of keys in a lock, and your front door opens. Any other day you would’ve ran to greet him, but today you linger by the kitchen island, a small grin threatening to spread across your lips. 

“Shit angel, are you still awake?” Kai wonders as he emerges from the hallway, a most tired look plastered onto his face. Though his groggy eyes quickly widen as they land on the cake in front of you. “Baby what’s..” — “Happy Birthday!” You chirp before quickly beckoning him over. Picking his jaw up from the floor, Kai practically stumbles into your arms as he envelops you in a tender kiss. You smile against his lips, the longing and the wait suddenly seeming minimal when his hands find your waist as he tugs you to his chest. 

“S’that for me?” He wonders, breath hot against your skin and you eagerly nod. “Made it myself”, you proudly state, grinning from ear to ear as he pulls away to peer over at the cake. Color rises on your cheeks as his gaze falls on the small piece of missing frosting, “sorry, I got hungry”, you sheepishly admit, watching as a faint smile creeps onto his face. “I don’t blame you”, he muses, gathering icing on his thumb before bringing it to his lips, tongue darting out to lick at the sugary mixture and you swallow a gulp. 

Too caught up in the way your boyfriend stole small samples from his cake, you fail to notice your robe slipping, the silky material falling down one of your shoulders quietly. But Kai notices, his eyes immediately clinging to your body as his thumb freezes against his mouth. “What’s this?” He wonders as he reaches for your robe. Finally snapped out of your trance, you swat his hand away. “That’s your birthday surprise!” You scold as you meekly cover yourself. But Kai is much faster, easily hoisting you up on the kitchen island, ignoring your shrieks as you warn him about knocking the cake over. 

“Won’t be my birthday for much longer”, he murmurs, fingers hooking around the lining of your dress robe as he pulls it down your shoulder once more. “So I want my surprise now.” — You roll your eyes at the statement yet you let him undress you, leaving you in nothing but the white lace set you’d bought earlier that week, just for today, just for him. The faint blush dusting his cheek is unmistakable and you find yourself smiling, your heart thumping a little faster at the endearing sight. 

“Fuck. You’re beautiful.” The words are nothing but a faint whisper on his rosy lips, his large hands caressing your chest as if it was made out of glass, a creation too perfect for him to taint. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, an unspoken question swirling behind them, “can I touch you?”, his tongue drags across his bottom lip, his gaze unwavering. You nod, because there was no universe in which you’d deny him. You think you might be unable to, your body craves his presence, his caress, his warm breath on your skin, his lips on yours. 

You manage to catch the smile on his face before his mouth is back on yours. It’s soft, slow, because with Kai there was no such thing as time, everything was now and everything was later, you had forever. He often made you feel as if you were the only people left on earth, the only ones left to bask in each other’s embraces. The thought didn’t scare you, as long as you had him, there was nothing that could. 

It was almost like floating, and perhaps you were, because you feel weightless in his arms as he lifts you from the counter, large hands caressing the back of your thighs as he carries you. You never cared much for where he took you, it didn’t matter, all you could think about was him, all you could feel was him. 

The mattress is soft under your back, enveloping you in a warm hug as Kai places you down on the large bed, his body hovering above yours as his lips trail down your neck. — “So pretty, and gorgeous..” He exhales against your skin, the warm puff of air feels nice and you smile. Kai liked telling you how pretty you were, and each compliment made your heart ache even more for him. 

Reddish hues adorn your collarbone, you liked to think of them as flowers, each one carefully planted by your boyfriend as his teeth gently graze your body. You arch into his touch, letting his hands wander as they pleased, the feel of him against you was more than enough. — “Wait.” The soft word, so rarely spoken, catches him off guard and his fingers still by the lining of your panties. His lips part, an apology already waiting on his tongue but you only shake your head. 

“It’s your birthday.” Your small acknowledgement earns a chuckle from Kai as he raises a brow. “So?” He wonders, gently tracing the plush skin of your stomach. — “So please”, you say, your hands on his chest, urging him back against the cushions as you flip your positions, “let me do something for you.” 

At first he seems taken aback by your request, but as your hand slides down his stomach, his expression suddenly eases up and he slowly nods. There was something so special about him trusting you completely, you think. A special kind of intimacy. And as your fingers wrap around his cock, eyes lighting up as he groans somewhere above you, you can’t help but feel your stomach flutter. 

You go slow, letting the palm of your hand caress the familiar shape of him. Already knowing how and where to touch, you take your time, intently watching his every reaction. Focusing on the way his brows come together as your thumb slides across his tip, the way his defined jaw slacks as you squeeze around his shaft. The beads of sweat sliding down his forehead and between the small crease of his frown once you finally give in to his mewls of pleasure and go faster. 

Making Kai feel good, watching him feel good, it was something you would never be able to get enough of. If you could, you would photograph his current expression and treasure it in your mind forever. — His hips jerk forward when you kiss the head of his cock, gripping it firmly as it twitches in your hand before your lips envelop his tip, gently sucking him into your warm mouth. 

“F-Fuck angel”, he gasps, swallowing a gulp as his adam’s apple bobs. You glance up at him, your eyes locking with his and he lets out a strangled whine. As much as you loved pleasing him, did Kai love seeing you like this, so full of love and adoration for him. — Your tongue is flat against his cock, feeling the veins against its surface as you drag it along his throbbing erection. His rough hands are on your face, but his touch is soft as he brushes his thumbs over cheeks; quiet whispers of praise leaving his parted lips as his chest heaves. 

You let your nails drag across the skin of his thighs, making him squirm as he gasps out into the hot air. Every little noise he made was sacred, and you wanted him to feel nothing but important on this day, on his day. “Fuck I love you so much”, he groans, letting his fingers part your hair as he brushes them through your strands. Unable to form a coherent sentence, you hum against him, your eyes fluttering at the confession. 

The way he twitches inside of your mouth gives his approaching orgasm away and you take him deeper, determined to have him finish in your mouth, wanting to be as close to him as possible. But Kai won’t have it, his big hands gently guiding your face from his cock with slight reluctance. — “Need to be inside of you angel.” 

“Please.” Is all you can muster, the word coming out as a mere whine. His strong arms feel safe as he embraces you, gaze roaming the white lace adorning your body. “Look like a real angel in this”, he murmurs, fingers tracing your covered nipples and you sigh against his chest. “But I need to see you.” With that, he slips the garment from your body, letting the warm air caress your now bare chest. Kai had seen your body more than he could remember, he’d studied your every curve, every mole, every freckle. Yet his heart stilled, if only for a brief moment, whenever he laid his eyes on you. 

“My pretty angel”, he says, and you know he means it. His hands glide under your thighs, raising you from his lap as he slides the lace covering your perfect cunt to the side, his breath immediately catching in his throat at the sight of you so soaked for him. — “Missed you all day”, he whispers, his head tilted down to press a kiss to your forehead and you glance up at him, eyes filled with love. 

He finds your clit, index and middle finger gently prodding at your fluttering hole as his thumb rubs the throbbing bud. You whine, nails clawing at his arms as you plead for him to give you more, a lot more. “Please, love you so much.” You don’t think you could ever utter those exact words enough, it never seemed to even come close in representing the feelings your heart harbored for him. 

The tip of his cock slips past your glistening folds and he lets out a small moan, letting your arousals mix with one another. Your second plea has him placing a finger to your lips, effectively quieting you. “It’s my birthday surprise, is it not?” He grins, and you immediately nod. He hums, his hand shifting to cup your face, catching the whimper that rips from your throat as he gently pushes inside, thick cock stretching your aching cunt. 

Sex with Kai didn’t feel like sex, it felt like love. Two people sharing their most intimate and vulnerable feelings with one another. And as you sit perched on his lap, softly grinding against him as your eyes flutter at the pleasure, you can’t think of anywhere else you’d ever want to be. — His mouth is on your neck, then your shoulder, then your collarbone, lastly your perfect breasts, tongue flicking over your hardened nipples. 

It’s slow, tender, the way your bodies move together, nearly becoming one as his arms wrap around you. “My angel”, he breathes, so lost in the way you feel that he can’t possibly fathom another thought, let alone direct a single sentence if not to how much he loved you. — Your head threatens to tip back as his cock twitches inside of you, but Kai was there to catch you, he always was. His hand is tangled in the back of your hair, safely securing you in his grasp as his hips gently raise to meet yours, making you cry out in ecstasy. 

You wanted to say that you loved Kai, that you loved being with him, but it was so much more than that. He made you feel like a completely different person, a person you loved, a person you wanted to be. Your heart ached when he was away, but even more so when he was close, but it wasn’t a bad ache, it was the one that flared on your face when laughing for too long, when grinning too hard. Your heart was smiling. Whenever he was around your heart smiled and you don’t think you could ever describe the feeling as anything else. 

When you finish around him, all you can think is, “I love him.” The consistent throb of your cunt draws beautiful moans from him as Kai brushes through your hair soothingly, living through the moment with you, placing tender kisses to your cheek. — “So beautiful.” It’s almost as if his lips move on their own, the praises spilling from him like second nature, like they had been meant to all his life. 

“Can I..?” He wonders, hand sliding down to rest on your abdomen. You sigh as you nod, “please.” The need to feel him even closer was near excruciating. — With a final snap of his hips, he stills as his warm cum fills your core, the feeling unlike anything in this world and you wished to keep him like this forever, so you do. “Stay.” Your quiet whisper makes him halt as he begins to pull away, arms immediately securing you in his grasp as he retakes his initial position. 

“What about the cake?” He mumbles, though the flicker of amusement in his voice is palpable. “Later, please”, you protest as you cling to him, needing to feel him like this for just a moment longer. — “It’s only your birthday once a year”, you remind him with a small pout. His chuckle, rumbles deep within his chest, vibrating against your cheek as he nuzzles his face in your disheveled hair. 

“But together we have two.”

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That awkward moment when you realized that your big bro got laid with the person you tried to kill.

Author Notes: Credits to @eternal_auditor & @jazeswhbhaven, I got this idea for this shameless worldbuilding headcanons for Heaven and Angels thanks to both of them and the latter's "Angel Bros Headcanons: Michael Flips" post. I also just want to write the scenario in general. Warnings: Raphael is a caution flag himself, depictions of violence, thoughts of brutalizing and eating someone (being directed at MC) by Raphael, a lot of name-calling from Raphael directed at MC

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(Heaven - Time of Councils and Assemblies)

In the tranquil embrace of Heaven, evening descends like a gentle caress, casting a soft golden hue upon the timeless realm. As the radiant sun dips below the horizon of ethereal clouds, the celestial landscape is bathed in hues of pink, orange, and purple, creating a breathtaking tapestry of colors that stretches across the vast expanse of the heavenly domain. The sky is like a canvas painted lovingly by the hands of God, with the colors of a thousand sunsets, each stroke a masterpiece of divine artistry. The clouds, like celestial brushstrokes, dance across the canvas, their forms ever-changing, their edges illuminated with an ethereal glow.

Amidst the celestial splendor, angelic beings gracefully glide through the sky upon the archways of purest gold span the thoroughfares of Heaven, their graceful curves reminiscent of angelic wings in flight. Beneath these archways lie crystal atriums, their transparent walls revealing the celestial wonders of Heaven in all their resplendent glory. Their iridescent wings shimmer with divine light, flying gracefully as if they dance and pirouette in ethereal ballets, painting radiant trails of luminescence across the sky.

The lower-ranking angels engage in celestial chorales, their melodious voices intertwining in harmonies that resonate throughout the Heaven. The soaring soprano of archangels blends seamlessly with the velvety alto of cherubim, weaving a symphony that would uplift the soul and transport the listener to realms of pure bliss. The music reverberates through the celestial expanse, like a cosmic symphony conducted to worship the Almighty.

For middle-ranking angels, their beloved duty during the Pilgrimage to the Mount of Revelation to commune with their dear creator has to be despairingly pushed to merely Contemplation of Sacred Texts and attending to the Halls of Eternal Wisdom, a lesser, but an honorable duty nonetheless.

Even higher above, amidst ethereal spires and resplendent palaces that grace the heavenly expanse, angelic artisans toil diligently within the Halls of Artistry. Their deft hands sculpt magnificent statues and weave intricate tapestries, each a testament to the wonders of creation. They yearn for the day when their divine creator will bestow upon them a glimpse of their artistry, even a millisecond of recognition for their unwavering dedication to him would be more than enough.

While other angels tend to the flourishing celestial flora in the Gardens of Eternal Bliss. Radiant blooms burst forth in a splendor of colors, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence. The angels nurture these heavenly gardens with love and care, a single damage to a petal of these beautiful flowers is enough to have their heads roll to the disgusting pit of Hell, however making a mistake in God's favorite garden is an even bigger sin.

It is a mundane day for all of them.

Bang!

"Sir-!"

Creak!

"AAAAAA-!"

Crunch!

"I have yet to finish my prayer-!"

Snap!

However, it wouldn't be a normal day if there wasn't a Raphael brutally tearing and eating fleshes of every angel on his path to the Chamber of Divine Counsel to meet with other Seraphs. His blood-caked shoes thundering over polished marble as he swaggers through the vaulted corridors of Heaven, his crimson-smeared wings unfurling like banners of carnage. Red marred his short blonde hair and white attire. With each wrathful step, he leaves a trail of dismembered angel carcasses, their alabaster feathers floating like ethereal snowflakes in his wake. His crimson eye fully emits an aura of violence and fury.

Thump!

Bursting into the Chamber of Divine Counsel with enough force to make the office tremble, the room was bathed in an ethereal glow, and the other Seraphs present, Gabriel and Michael, sat in their resplendent chairs, their expressions inscrutable. Raphael's form, however, drenched in the gore of his victims, stood in stark contrast to the pristine surroundings. He only has one thought of personally feasting upon that purple hair wench's flesh when she is still alive and making her watch herself being devoured alive and cut off her tongue so she couldn't even voice out her pain.

"Why... Why is it always her...! That bitch!"

The pure white chairs, crafted from the finest celestial ivory, bore the brunt of his rage, splintering and crumbling under his kicks. Yet Gabriel and Michael, their faces devoid of emotion, paid him little attention.

"If you insist on throwing a tantrum, I implore you to do so in a realm more suited to such sorrowful displays. Hell would accommodate your temperaments more appropriately."

Michael stood tall over the intricately designed long table with a mindmap and countless brainstorming notes. Standing in a place Brother Lucifer used to stand in each council meeting. His glare locked on the furious blonde seraph before him. A frown, as if carved in stone, creased his handsome face, adding an air of solemnity to his prideful demeanor. Around his neck, a regal purple choker, embellished with ornate gold rings and shimmering gemstones, encircled his throat. At its center, a prominent gold ring held a solemn cross pendant, its gentle clinking accompanying his every movement.

In a swift motion, Michael tilted his head to the left, displaying effortless grace as he dodged the flying chair hurtling towards him at high speed. The chair collided with the wall, its impact leaving a deep dent in the panel, a testament to the force behind the throw.

"Shut that shitty mouth of yours! Maybe try to go down there yourself to ask why our dear brother is entertaining trash!" As Raphael spoke, his voice trembled with anger and frustration, his words dripping with venomous accusation. A few veins already popped on his crazed, striking appearance. Filled with unrepressed anger that led him to kill his spies who reported to him and fly from the dungeon up here.

Yet Michael continued to look at his notes, his face blissfully indifferent. His right hand continued to write on many of his papers on the white table.

"He has simply strayed from the right path."

Brother Lucifer’s footstep-less feet headed for the vile tiny red devil.

'Stop it.'

However, he couldn't say the same about his head. Memories he had been trying to wipe from his mind for years served only to haunt him. Taunting him of the gut-wrenching event more than a hundred years ago.

In the silence, pure white hands pushed through the grass and preciously held up the rotten red thing.

'Don't dirty your hands.'

His brother stroked that thing's body so softly with his hands so similar to how he once did with Michael's face. Those strong, beautiful hands that once held his face so tenderly to wipe his tears away. As he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

'Brother...'

"I remain confident in my ability to guide him back to the right path." 

His brother's hand was holding Michael’s ray of light. The light in Brother Lucifer’s hand had stopped in front of the disgusting beast's chest, unable to advance further. He was again protecting worthless things that didn't deserve his grace.

'Why did you save it?!'

When his brother finally stood before Michael on his third step, black energy, not white, began to flow from his body.

'No-NononononoNONO-'

From his beloved brother’s head, the gorgeous head of the Morning Star, bright red horns that were the same color as the vile thing that tempted him began to grow.

'Brother- Brother Lucifer please!'

"You shall witness it in due time."

"I love you, my brother. Which is why I will give you one last chance. Return."

Crack!

The force of Michael's left hand left a massive crack in the opulent crystal marble table that trailed down to the other end of it. Effectively bringing clarity back to Raphael as the blonde gazes at Michael's hard knuckle gripping the table painfully, ignoring the blood pooling down to the marble floor and further dirtying the former pristine chamber.

Michael's abrupt actions were met with an air of knowing silence from the two. It wouldn't be far-fetched if they possessed a secret understanding of his motivations that would elude outsiders.

"Hmph," a scoff rang out and pierced the silence of the room, originating from the slender man with platinum blonde hair seated to Michael's right. His face, though classically handsome with a pale complexion, remained stoic and emotionless, belying the arrogance that dripped from the single syllable he uttered.

"Then you better live up to those words."

Gabriel's lean was a graceful movement, his body sinking into the chair as if it were a throne. His arms crossed over his chest, the crisp white of his shirt contrasting sharply with the gleam of the gold chain that adorned his white jabot ruffle shirt. The fabric of his sleeves rustled softly against the delicate filigree, creating a symphony of subtle sounds that echoed through the silent room. His eyes, deep and enigmatic, surveyed the scene before him, his expression a mixture of amusement and quiet contemplation.

"Furthermore, even in his current state, Brother Lucifer still demonstrates a reverence for God. It is conceivable that his actions are merely a symptom of his yearning for God's divine presence."

In this timeless realm, where Gabriel proudly proclaims to reign supreme as the epitome of seraphic obedience, there exists but one for whom he would willingly surrender his esteemed position: Brother Lucifer. The firstborn of God's creations, Brother Lucifer's devotion to his Maker surpassed all others, earning him the title of Morning Star. His brilliance illuminated the heavens, casting an unrivaled radiance that even Gabriel's wings could not obscure.

It was Brother Lucifer who instilled within the celestial choirs the rituals and observances that expressed their gratitude to the Almighty. Yet amidst his unwavering piety, Brother Lucifer adhered to a solitary discipline known only to himself. Only a select few had glimpsed this secret regimen, elusive even to those who had followed his every step for countless eons.

Solitary would not be said without Brother Lucifer's name being attached to the word. He found solace in his own construction of hallowed sanctuaries. These Majestic Temples of Worship at odd places in Heaven served as his solitary refuge, where he could commune with the divine without the distractions of others. His devotion ignited a spark in other angels, who, inspired by his example, crafted Halls of Artistry. They sculpted countless colossal statues of the Almighty, their grandeur exceeding the limits of mortal imagination.

No one dared step one foot into his havens, they were for Brother Lucifer alone, and death would be upon those who broke that unspoken rule.

Yet there were times he allowed Gabriel to join him during Celestial Meditation in the secluded Garden of Eternal Reflection, a sacred sanctuary hidden deep within the heart of Heaven. Here, amidst the fragrant blossoms and tranquil pools, Brother Lucifer let Gabriel join his silent meditation and prayers. It was one of the highlights of Gabriel's day when his brother was still around.

"Not if he is messing with the descendant of Solomon."

Raphael's voice now had the former rage in it that reminded him of what he came here for, to be in these two insufferable presences. He could barely believe it when one of his spies uttered those words out of their useless mouth. That Lucifer? The Morning Star? His brother who despises Solomon as much as any other angel and the one that would bite another head off if they recklessly touched him even in the rendezvous night at the sacred Eternal Flame at the heart of Heaven where they allowed themselves to let loose for a bit?

It sounds fucking unbelievable, but when they show him a picture of that purple-haired vixen bumping parts with his brother, it sends him off the reels. He kills most of the spies and storms out of his favorite dungeon to here.

"Pardon?" Michael's mismatched eyes bulged, his neck creaking and twitching as he stared up at Raphael in a frenzy of incomprehension, his falsely composed display gone. The mere hint of the truth was liable to send the black-haired Seraph into a rampage and murder them all.

"Are you suggesting..." Gabriel's face, previously etched in stoicism, crumbled into a mask of horror. He couldn't believe the words that had escaped Raphael's lips, but he couldn't shake the realization that was slowly creeping upon him. He desperately wished that the words that came out of Raphael's mouth were nothing more than a cruel jest, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"I said, he's with the descendant of Solomon, that purple-haired harlot...that traitor....that cheat- That tempting trash!"

It pissed Raphael off even more as he raised his voice volume, veins now appearing on his throat, especially at the reminder of his text with that two-timer. The sheer self-satisfied energy radiating off his phone screen almost makes him fly down to Hell to choke that bitch until her brain pops out of her head himself.

"This is preposterous...impossible..." Michael's jaw hung slack, his eyes wide with disbelief as Raphael's accusations cut through the air like a madman who had just been cheated on. His normally steady stance faltered, replaced by a palpable sense of hysteria that made his body tremble. He stumbled backward, his back colliding with the cold, unforgiving wall as if seeking solace from the onslaught of emotions that threatened to consume him. The wall provided no comfort, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the turmoil raging through his body.

"I'm not joking. I heard her talking about Lucifer, his scar, his... 'thing'," The mere mention of his beloved brother's private part sends shivers down his spine as his voice quivered. The thought of that conniving bitch taking full advantage of the trust Brother Lucifer had placed in her made his blood boil with simmering rage. And that she dared to go against her promise to him as if those moments they shared in the poisonous sky of Hell meant nothing.

"She knows his exact measurements!- You know what, look at this shit yourself!" With a resounding slam that echoed through the room like a thunderclap, he unveiled the damning evidence: a collection of photographs frozen in time, capturing moments of intimate interaction between Lucifer and the individual in question.

The images fell upon the table with a heavy thud, causing the fragile surface to tremble under the weight of their revelation. Despite the force of impact that threatened to shatter the fragile table beneath them, the pictures remained intact, their unspoken truth radiating from their glossy surfaces like a painful revelation begging to be acknowledged.

Michael's face contorted with a ghastly twitch as if he were attempting to conjure laughter, but the sound that escaped his lips was more akin to a hollow echo in the thick, suffocating atmosphere. "Shut up," his mind struggled to piece together the unthinkable truth that lay sprawled before him like a macabre revelation. Denial, a feeble shield against the onslaught of evidence, crumbled before the weight of reality, leaving him quaking.

"I swear before Thrones of Heavenly Majesty I will make her rue the day she even touched him. She corrupted him and brought him over to the side of temptation. God would never-" As Gabriel's solemn vow echoed through the room, the air crackled with the intensity of his conviction, thick with the gravity of impending retribution for the sinner.

His words struck a nerve, exacerbating Michael's fraying composure. The gravity of the situation bore down upon him like a suffocating weight, his anger bubbling to the surface in fervor.

"FUCKING SHUT UP! IT'S NOT REAL! IT'S NOT REAL!" Michael's voice cracked with anguish and insanity, his outburst sending shockwaves through the chamber. In his distress, the chamber was engulfed in an inferno, casting eerie shadows that danced upon the walls. In the distance, the echo of Michael's despair mingled with the desperate prayers and curses of those trapped within the blazing office. The once-orderly chamber had become a scene of utter chaos and destruction.

"O, Almighty Creator," Gabriel's voice trembled with urgency, his words a fervent entreaty to the absent God above. "Grant us clarity in this hour of darkness, illuminate our path with Your divine light."

Meanwhile, Gabriel's attempts at prayer offered little solace as he grappled with the implications of Raphael's revelations.

His murmurs grew more frantic with each passing moment, a desperate attempt to find solace in the face of unsettling truths. "Guide us through this tempest, O Lord, for we are adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Let Your wisdom be our compass, and Your mercy our salvation."

But despite his fervent appeals, only shrieks and flames answer back, echoing throughout Heaven from the burning chamber they're in.

"She said she'd only do that with me..." Raphael’s voice cracked with bitterness, each word laced with venomous resentment. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to contain the seething anger threatening to consume him whole. "...she lied...she lied..."

The weight of betrayal hung heavy in his heart, suffocating him with its oppressive presence. Raphael's chest heaved with each labored breath, his heart aching with the sting of betrayal. "Fucking cheater..." His words dripped with venom, the bitterness of betrayal poisoning his soul.

With a primal snarl, Raphael's control shattered like glass, shards of rage cutting deep into his consciousness. He lashed out blindly, his teeth sinking into the flesh of a passing stupidly brave angel that came to check on the three Seraphs, the taste of blood a bitter reminder of his own foolishness.

"I hate her..." The words escaped his lips in a guttural growl, each syllable dripping with raw fury. His grip tightened around the angel's trembling form, nails digging into flesh as he sought to vent his pent-up rage on an unwitting victim.

"I'm not sloppy seconds..." Raphael's voice cracked with rage, his crimson eyes ablaze like a firestorm. He tore into the angel's flesh with savage ferocity, his actions a grotesque display of his inner turmoil. "...I'm no side bitch!"

Boom!

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"Hm?", in the dim recesses of his grandiose office, Lucifer, who was engrossed in his craftsmanship of carving the statue of the divine, lifted his gaze from his artistic endeavor by the sudden but subtle yet discernible disturbance in the island above the sky of Hell.

His pure white eyes shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Despite the plaster and pigments that adorned his once-pristine garments save for his bloody back that had his broken wings. His form radiated a timeless beauty, marred only by the grim expression on his handsome visage.

The sensation he felt was like a creeping up from above, like a ripple in the placid waters of a celestial lake.

'What are those three getting angry at right now?'

Raon, who was perched upon the plush velvet couch that adorned his office, her tall form immersed in the pages of an ancient tome, looked up swiftly at Lucifer's voice, a rare occurrence after hours of silence.

Once she raised her gaze from the text, her curious eyes meeting Lucifer's form with silent inquiry. Normally, she would wait until Lucifer is willing to tell her what is on his mind, but currently, she is bored and needs a break after reading several magic grimoires Lucifer gave her and practicing with them for almost a whole day.

'Let's just hope he will at least give me a short answer.'

"Um, Lucifer, is there something wrong?" Raon's voice, soft and tentative, carried a note of concern as she awaited his response, her gaze fixed unwaveringly upon him.

Lucifer's answer was measured, his words carrying the weight of foreboding. "I feel there's a disturbance. There would be a storm soon," he left out the part that it was most likely his brothers being angry about something again.

"Is it related to the angels?" Yet the young woman still managed to catch onto the hidden message, her question not directed at ordinary angels but at his brothers as she nervously tightened her grip on her grimoire.

Lucifer nodded solemnly. "Very likely," he confirmed. His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon but his voice relaxed to ease the lady's tension as he contemplated the unfolding events in the celestial realm.

"Oh, then I will get back to my training-", with a subtle shift of his form, he turned his attention back to Raon, his gaze meeting hers with a serene intensity as he stood up to clean himself with a swipe of his finger. He tidied himself with a cleaning spell and put his tools and statues back into their orderly places without doing so himself physically—a casual display of his magic that Raon wishes to get to one day.

"It's fine," Lucifer assured her, his tone gentle yet authoritative. "Let's take a rest. Care to join me for a walk to the observatory room?" Quietly, he held out his right arm for her to hold on to if she wanted to accompany him.

Raon's heart fluttered at the invitation, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to contain her excitement. "Really? I-I mean, of course! Please lead the way." Her words spilled forth in a rush of eagerness, her eyes shining with anticipation as she rose from her seat and she excitedly but carefully walked over to Lucifer's spot.

As Raon raised her gaze, a silent query lingering in her eyes, she studied the handsome devil's countenance for the slightest hint of unease. Finding none, she shyly reached out and clasped his arm, a silent agreement passing between them. Together, they embarked on a leisurely stroll, the pace unhurried yet purposeful.

Lucifer, typically swift in his movements, slowed his steps to accommodate Raon, pausing whenever she expressed a desire to linger and marvel at the exquisite white blossoms that adorned Paradise Lost, a sight reserved only for the privileged few. The air was filled with a sense of tranquility and reverence as they meandered through the garden, each step bringing them closer to their destination, yet allowing them to savor the beauty that surrounded them. Unbothered by the chaos that is currently exploding in Heaven.

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┗━⌜ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY⌟━┛

✎ Life with the Archons (Venti, Zhongli, Raiden, Nahida and Furina)

VENTI - Videtis illam spirare libertatis auram

.ೃ࿐ Having you by his side, sleeping all so peacefully in his arms puts him at ease. Knowing you trust him makes him feel all warm in his heart-

.ೃ࿐ It's not like he would ever hurt you, it's quite the opposite. But knowing that you are just as comfortable around him as he is with you is enough to make him fall in love with you all over again

.ೃ࿐ would he tell you this? Yeah sure! But not without a little teasing and playful nagging when he sees a flustered or touched reaction on you

.ೃ࿐ your days together are mostly spend with you both doing literally anything that come to mind

.ೃ࿐ ideas like trying out Dionas newest creation or seeing who eats the most dishes at good hunter come mostly for your lovely bard

.ೃ࿐ he just wants you both having fun! Thinking about sad things all day would only crush someone, and he would never want to see you in a pain he has experienced

.ೃ࿐ I think everyone said it at least once, but yes he would write songs about you. Stories of you and your great adventures, how strong, generous and kind you are.

.ೃ࿐ and how kind you are always picking him up from angel's share when he lost both track of time and amounts of liquor he already drank

.ೃ࿐ he does feel guilty tho, but you know he is sorry and it's not like it happens so often. Just when it does, it reaaally does. But everybody got their flaws right?

.ೃ࿐ not you tho, not his beautiful Windblume (basic ik but as a German its so cute to me :))

.ೃ࿐ once he tried cooking your favorite dish. You were busy all day with missions form the adventurers guild and came back all exhausted and hungry....and to Venti desperately trying to put out the little fire that he started with his vision....the fire only got bigger

.ೃ࿐he claimed it was still edible. He's not wrong it was, just not tasty at all. Not him being banned from the kitchen now, nahhh

.ೃ࿐ he was super sad tho he wanted to fo something good for you and messed it up cause he looked away for a few seconds by preparing something else

.ೃ࿐ also, one thing he definitely loves and can't be without, besides you, is having you present beside him when he sleeps.

.ೃ࿐ you are there, and save, I his touch so he knows you won't be gone

ZHONGLI - if fairness is lost, then the contract shall become proof of one's deception

☄. *. ⋆ wakes up at the ass crack of morning, makes himself a tea and watches the sunset paint you like a deity sleeping in bed while sitting down on some chair to appear even more like a love sick grandpa

☄. *. ⋆ and if you do feel eyes on you, he greets you with a deep "Good morning my beloved, I hope this night gave you the best rest" and then let's you wake up slowly while he also makes you a tea, or coffee what you prefer

☄. *. ⋆ he'll always question himself, does he even deserve you? Yeah, yeah he does obviously but...why does it always feel so surreal having your pure soul around him????

☄. *. ⋆ hes in love let him be, I really like to think of him in a relationship as this really gentle,like and caring "grandpa" who's stuck in time. Like a guy you'd see in a historical romance book

☄. *. ⋆ going out with him is....something. he either fully forgot his wallet or is just a few mora to short for the groceries. But that's not everyday tho it happens here and there, the people are also used ro it like no one is surprised-

☄. *. ⋆ he just makes a contract with them that he will bring the rest money tomorrow and boom, done everyone happy---he is a man of his words

☄. *. ⋆ looooves walks with you, either hold his hand, the hand that is ready to do everything for you. Or link arms together like whatever you like baby ❤️

☄. *. ⋆ when you agreed to be in a relationship with him he promised you to take best care of you and that there shall be no worry left in your head

☄. *. ⋆ he does hold this promise (with maybe a teeny tiny contract, maybeee) and that also includes dinner. He knew you'd be home on a short while and completely forgot to prepare anything to eat, neither did you think about getting food home either

☄. *. ⋆ then Zhongli made a mistake of agreeing that Hu Tao helps him get some food on the table. And food on the table there was cause she did something. What it exactly is, nobody knows, how she exactly did that, a mystery. But it was good, and it made Zhongli realize how much of a good friend he had awwwww

☄. *. ⋆ a little friendship appreciation cause it's cute---

☄. *. ⋆ oh and grandpa goes to sleep exactly at 9, maybe at 10. On his rebellious days it can be at 11. Like on date nights he just says, eh fuck it I spend more time with my beloved, and goes to bed when you do. And also loves to do your night routine like you, skin care or not, he does it. To feel both closer and more connected with you and make you realize you mean a lot to him

☄. *. ⋆ being open to your things is a way of him telling you, hey, you're great yk that? His love language is acts of service cause, jsnwkajqks

RAIDEN - This body's purpose is to withstand wear and tear, that the one within might achieve Eternity

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ she would eat cake for breakfast if you would let her. Sweet things make her happy, youre sweet, you make her happy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ "I love you...Y/N, for eternity" - 😐

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ give her time to show emotions, she can do that much better with words and actions

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wake you up like a mom tho, like you both sleep together and suddenly she rips open the curtains and is like "Rise and shine" at 7am summertime where the sun is exactly where you dont want it to be

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ pls don't let go over her hand. In public she'll always have a hand on you, she's scared you'll leave if she doesn't. But she slowly but surely realizes that you won't, you would never

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ like, imagine you see this cute ass cat or dog and you smile so bright and she's giving this bombastic side eye bitch look. Goals I'd want that

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ yes but in reality she'd want to pet it. Pls keep asking for you both to adopt a pet so she doesn't has to ask-

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ yeah uh you cook, or you both cause her alone is a much known disaster. But she is ready to learn and is ready for the baby steps. She really does listen and learns fast. Her cooking now is simple, but edible and improves with every new try

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ thanks to your help obviously. And if you're just as bad, don't worry. She's happy you both can learn something and spend more time together. She really does enjoy your company, it keeps her at ease and let's her have a clear mind. You most definitely are her comfort character haha

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ but she's not only the love of mine and your life, she's also super protective of you. Getting fo a point where not even the waiter is allowed to speak the most necessary words to you. She is an Archon and should obviously be respected, like anyone else, but also you as her partner should also receive the same respect

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ falling asleep with you is easy, falling asleep without you difficult. You both need each other, but as stubborn you both are, you are the only one who can admit it truly. She also lets it slip but not in a "I can't sleep without you" more in a "Where in a relationship aren't we, so we should sleep beside each other" looking for excuses. She's my everything pls

NAHIDA - I might look like a child, but don't be fooled: I understand this world much better than any grown-up. (PLATONIC)

༊*·˚ she's the best to live with. She'll wake you up with her gentle words and quietly opens the window so a breeze can go inside and wake you up even softer

༊*·˚ sometimes she'll join you in bed when the time allows it she listens to you talk about your dreams and how you slept at night

༊*·˚ she makes sure you know that's she cares about you like duh you're friends

༊*·˚ breakfast is the absolute healthiest of them all, you have such a variety of fruits and vegetables to pick from, different kinds of bread and toppings. And a good smoothie, or maybe you want some tea?

༊*·˚ you both always eat together, she loves spending time with you. Especially the relaxing ones. But also, one of her favorites is going out with you helping the people. She has a very good understanding of humans and their emotions after all, and since shes so caring she loves to help around

༊*·˚ if you're not busy you're always free to join her

༊*·˚ loves to see you smile and be happy. She did live for 500 years but compared to the others its almost nothing, so you are her first true friend and she is greatful you let her discover friendship with you

༊*·˚ since shes super smart she teaches you a few things and is happy when you remember some of the things she said

༊*·˚ before you both call it a day she loves to sit in her swing, or you sit in her swing and you both gentle push each other while watching the stars

༊*·˚ sometimes you both even sleep together, cuddled up while reading together till one falls asleep first and puts the book away. Or you both simply talk about your day, your little adventures and what you both discovered

༊*·˚ she is all in all the most chilled person to be with like, pls----

FURINA - Her eyes... they're like the darkness at the bottom of the ocean

*ೃ༄ being with the hydro Archon is definitely...something?

*ೃ༄ she's super clingy in the morning, both wanting so spend all day together outside or in bed. It's hard decision for her...you do it pls

*ೃ༄ your at almost EVERY trail, sitting beside her. And honestly, with just your presence it's not boring anymore, or almost. She truly is less lonely with you around and feels more alive

*ೃ༄ it makes her all giddy inside and proud having you as hers. And because of this she will always gift you the most beautiful things! It's always something new everyday. Waking up and knowing at some time of the day she will surprise you with something new and exciting is worth going out of bed

*ೃ༄ you both also always eat out together, it's rare anyone of you cooks and eats at home. She'll always drag you to the fanciest restaurants to eat in pure elegance and flamboyance (Tengen that you?)

*ೃ༄ btw hugs make her feel better :)

*ೃ༄ if she ever notices you not paying attention, she'll lightly splash your face "Hehe, now you're awake again, so where we're we.."

*ೃ༄ I said she's clingy in the morning, but at night she holds her distance, till you both sleep and she unconsciously scoots closer till she cuddles you. Throughout the day she holds distance but somehow can appear clingy but not? She's a mystery, but she's your mystery

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alhaitham 45 pls idk if ur event is still open for sugar and spice but 👀👀

✎ the books hold secrets untold.

ft. alhaitham x gn!reader

prompt: "if i kiss you right now, i won't be able to stop."

w.c. 607 words

content: fluff, secret relationship waahahahah, risky kisses in the house of daena, reader is a bit bold, acting grand sage! alhaitham

notes: my first completed alhaitham req for the event aaaa !! everybody clap for haitham for getting content from me /j i was minorly feral for this

the house of daena is pristine, it has been since before your creation - since before the creation of your own boyfriend, in all of his current glory as the acting grand sage of the akademiya. this title comes much to his distaste, it leaves a bitter sting on his tongue when he's made to utter it and he would grimace whenever someone referred to him as such. that's why it had became your favourite thing to shove in his direction half pointedly when you were tired of the level of sass that could come from the man's mouth sometimes.

and at this current time, he's drafting his resignation for the aforementioned position. he's much comfier in his role as the scribe, you can see that in the way he carries himself through the akademiya. you also see the way he's physically pained to sit in the incredulously large chair in the sage's office - after all, why the hell did it need to be that big? alhaitham makes a distressed noise as he runs a hand through silver strands of hair, his brows knitting together as he falls at his wit's ends trying to word his resignation to his liking. that is ultimately why you - as his loving partner - whisk away to hide in the bookshelves for a few minutes.

alhaitham has his reasons for keeping the relationship secret - one of them being that emotional, loud blond roommate of his - and so do you, so neither of you have qualms about the situation. even more so, it's a bit of fun adrenaline to spice up your otherwise bland life as a scholar. you're not entirely sure if alhaitham would agree with that. regardless of his opinion, he has your body trapped between himself and the bookshelves as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. alhaitham is by no means one for public displays of affection but he's starved, his fingertips twitching as they brush against the leather bound tomes behind you.

your hands run through his hair, sifting through the silver locks as you rub the pads of your fingers on his scalp in short, soothing motions. alhaitham doesn't make a sound - nothing out of the blue - but his breath hitches against your skin and a smile is drawn on your face at the small gesture. you press your lips to the soft of his hair, letting out a low hum.

"haitham," you mumble quietly, a whine eliciting from you when he pulls his head away, leaving your hands to fall to his shoulders, "kiss me."

you're a little short of demanding, your lower lip poking out as you give the emotionless male puppy eyes in an attempt to convince him. it's risky, the house of daena is a public library and the central hub for the akademiya's internal activities but you frankly don't care. you want alhaitham; his touch, his familiar scent, the taste on his lips. it seems to be a lingering thought for him as well as his eyes trace down to your lips.

"if i kiss you right now, i won't be able to stop." he's quite honest with his response - he's aware of his self restraint when it comes to anything regarding you.

you lean up with a wicked smile that alhaitham can only begin to wonder what it stemmed from, locking lips with the the scribe in a heated attempt at getting any form of closure. between soft pants for breath against each other's lips, alhaitham manages to hear your barely legible "then don't."

there are secrets that only the books know, stories that pages whisper in hushed tones.

© https-heizou 2023.

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A Red Dragon Made of Blue Ice | Kuai Liang x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ "It's not much but... I need you to know I love you to the point of creation with Kuai Liang please re read ice snake and really these prompt make me think of it

But whatever you feel like if you want to do it :) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Kuai Liang does his best to do right by you as much as he can

: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Kuai Liang grumbled as he looked at the small and broken sculpture in his hands; he had made it himself, trying for hours on end to no avail, trying to get every single scale and every single knock and notch just right.

It wasn't going right in the slightest, and he hated the thought of giving you something that didn't perfectly explain just how he felt; how his heart fluttered and swelled when he saw you smile.

How his lips tugged into a grin every time you waved at him as you passed him by on the grounds. He wanted it to show just how much he loved you; how he thought of you constantly whenever you weren't around, how he missed the feeling of warm sheets next to him when you got up in the mornings.

He needed to show you just how much he adored you; he knew he was far from the best of partners, but he was trying. Kuai Liang had an entire clan to lead, people to train - although you had taken up the maintenance side of the buildings and gardens after moving in, as it kept you busy.

He never thought he had time for love. Romance was never something afforded to the Grandmaster.

Yet Kuai Liang still stumbled on you, he had found the one person who was able to crush the icy walls he hid himself behind; romance and love were hard to come by, but you had changed everything. Kuai Liang knew that he could never be a perfect significant other, but he did genuinely love you, and he wanted to show you.

He knew that he could not write, and he could not draw, but his talent with ice was far beyond compare; with deft and sure fingers, he could conjour the ice easily and attempt to shape it as best as he could.

A great red dragon carved from thick blue ice. Four thick legs adorned with sharp claws; two large and expansive wings made of dense scales. Sharp spines along its neck and back, and a triangular tipped tail and tongue.

A powerful, extraordinary beast that Kuai Liang could not help but compare you to; a powerful, intelligent, brave beast. Yet stunning and brilliant to gaze upon.

He hummed as he worked on it yet again, slowly starting to lose his temper with what he was doing despite his overwhelming patience; when he felt a hand upon his shoulder, he almost flinched, very nearly dropping the sculpture in his hands as he let out a hitched breath.

"Oh," he breathed out, looking up with a smile. "It's only you."

You nodded as you sat down beside him, your hand gently coming to sit on his shoulder as you tilted your head to the side, looking at what was in his hands. You hummed under your breath, nodding curtly. "What's this?"

Kuai Liang shrugged, feeling completely hopeless as his shoulders slumped and he frowned. "I wanted to make you something, but I can't get it right."

"May I?" You asked softly, and when he handed it to you, you couldn’t help but to grin. Tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as your lip quivered, breath caught in your throat for a second. "It's beautiful..."

"I know..." he shook his head. "Look, my love, it's not much but... I need you to know I love you to the point of creation and I... I am truly sorry for not being there for you as often as I should."

You shook your head, gently raking your fingers over the great spines along the back and neck as you laughed softly, sniffling. "Oh, Kuai Liang, for a smart guy you're really stupid, aren't you?"

He furrowed his brows tightly, scratching at his scruffy jaw. "Beg pardon?"

"It's gorgeous," you started, "look at the detailing on the wings, and and the scale pattern is a perfect ratio, I mean, you even got the stomach scales down perfectly! You say it's not much, but it's more than anyone has ever done for me before. It's gorgeous."

All tension and hopelessness and anxiety dropped from Kuai Liang as he let out a long and drawn out breath, his shoulders slumping as he looked at you so fondly, nearly laughing. "You really like it?"

"I adore it," you told him. "Thank you. You didn't have to, but-"

"I wanted to," he corrected with a shake of his head. "And I... I will happily make more, if you like it."

"Would you?"

He nodded. "I would make a thousand for you... a thousand little dragons, all for you."

"I wouldn't ask you to," you whispered. "I wouldn't want you to feel used."

Kuai Liang shook his head, gently pressing his forehead against your temple for a moment before giving it a soft kiss. "I would want to, though. Romance is... it's new to me, you know that. I want to do everything I can to show you just how much I love you, at all times. I know you do it for me, I've seen the red camellia flowers you plant in the gardens."

"You really noticed?" You asked, almost flustered that he ever would.

With a nod, he laughed softly. "They're my favourite, of course I noticed them... planted right next to the yellow daffodils."

You shrugged, gently nudging him. "I couldn't resist, but... I'm glad you noticed."

"I love you," he told you seriously, waiting for you to gently put down the little dragon before he tugged you close, holding your face in his gentle but calloused hands. "I really do love you."

"I know," you murmured, taking his face in your hands and trying not to laugh at how his scruff tickled your palms. "I love you, too... if you have some time free... do you wanna go listen to Cherry Pie by Warrant?"

"I love that album."

"I know," you grinned. "That's why I'm suggesting it."

He nodded, licking his lips as he hummed. "Lead the way, my darling."

[23victoria]

'𝙼𝚊 𝙰𝚝𝚊𝚗'

❥ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚜𝚞'𝚝𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚖︎ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷,𝟿𝟾𝟸

✎ 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝟸 𝚃𝙾 '𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎'!

☠︎ 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

✍︎ 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 𝚏𝚘𝚛 '𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎', 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, & 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!

⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢

It’s been three weeks since you found Tsu’tey and Neytiri together, hearing the heartbreaking truth that he doesn’t love her anymore. The heartache weighs heavily upon you, manifesting in physical and emotional turmoil. The struggle to eat and sleep leaves you weakened and drained, your once vibrant eyes now overshadowed by dark bags. Your skin loses its color, a reflection of the fading light within you.

Mo'at observed you closely, her compassionate eyes filled with concern as she approached her. The weight of your heartache was evident in her haggard appearance, the hollowed eyes and pale complexion mirroring the turmoil within her soul.

"My child," Mo'at spoke softly, her voice a soothing balm. "I see the pain etched upon your face. You carry a heavy burden. Is it because of them?"

Your voice wavered as you nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. "Yes," you whispered, voice laced with sorrow. "I saw them together, Mo'at. Tsu'tey and Neytiri. It shattered me."

Mo'at placed a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder, offering her strength and support. "To witness such a betrayal is a profound wound," she acknowledged, her voice filled with empathy. "Their actions have caused you immeasurable pain, and for that, they shall face their own consequences."

Your voice trembled as she spoke, her vulnerability laid bare. "I don't understand, Mo'at," you confessed. "How could they do this to me? To us? I thought what we had was real."

Mo'at's eyes softened, the wisdom of ages reflected within them. "My child, love is a complex and mysterious force," she explained gently. "Sometimes, those we trust and hold dear make choices that wound us deeply. It is a reflection of their own struggles and shortcomings, not a reflection of your worth or capacity to be loved."

Your brows furrowed, your pain still evident. "But how can I move on from this, Mo'at?" you asked, voice laden with desperation. "How can I heal when the wounds are so deep?"

Mo'at's gaze held steady, her voice resolute yet filled with compassion. "Healing takes time, my child," she reassured. "It may be a long and arduous journey, but you are not alone. You have the strength within you to rise above this pain, to rebuild and find happiness once again."

Your eyes met Mo'at's, a flicker of hope igniting within them. "But how, Mo'at? How can I find peace amidst this chaos?

Mo'at's voice carried the weight of her wisdom as she spoke. "You must allow yourself to grieve, my child. Feel the pain, acknowledge it, and let it flow through you. Surround yourself with those who love and support you, who uplift your spirit. Find solace in the beauty of Eywa's creation, for nature has a way of healing even the deepest wounds."

Y/N absorbed Mo'at's words, her heart slowly opening to the possibility of healing. "Is there a path forward for me, Mo'at?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Mo'at smiled gently, her voice filled with reassurance. "There is always a path, my child," she affirmed. "It may not be the one you expected, but there is a path that will lead you to happiness and peace. Trust in the guidance of Eywa and the resilience of your own spirit."

You nodded, a glimmer of determination shining in your eyes. "Thank you, Mo'at," you said, gratitude filling your voice. "Your words give me hope, and I will strive to find my own path forward, away from the pain that consumes me."

Mo'at embraced Y/N in a gentle hug, her love and support evident in her touch. "You are never alone, my child," she whispered. "The clan stands beside you, offering sanctuary and love. Lean on us when you need to, and know that the light will return to your heart."

As Y/N released a deep breath, she felt a flicker of strength awakening within her. The road ahead may be difficult, but with Mo'at's guidance she would embark on the journey of healing. As she walked through the forest thinking of Mo’at words she remembered a specific thing she said, “You are never alone..” Jake, she thought, stopping, understanding what she was saying. Jake was also suffering from Neytiri's betrayal and heartbreak.

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Y/N seeks out Jake, finding him sitting in a forest tree, admiring the beauty of Pandora. You join him, sitting beneath the lush canopy of Pandora's forest, the rustling leaves and gentle chirping of creatures providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. As they shared their stories of heartbreak and betrayal, an unspoken connection sparked between them.

Jake's eyes held a mix of empathy and understanding as Y/N recounted her discovery of Tsu'tey and Neytiri's betrayal. His presence offered her a safe space to pour out her emotions, knowing he had experienced his own share of pain. She found comfort in the way he listened attentively, his genuine concern etched upon his face.

"I never expected this, Jake," Y/N admitted, her voice tinged with both sadness and frustration. "To see them together, to know they were deceiving us... It hurts, and it's hard to make sense of it all."

Jake reached out, his hand finding yours in a comforting gesture. Your fingers intertwined, the touch providing an unexpected warmth that stirred something within you. "I know, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with compassion. "Discovering such betrayal shakes us to our core. It's a painful realization that challenges everything we believed in."

Tears welled in your eyes as you met Jake's gaze, finding solace in the depths of his understanding. "I thought what we had was real," you confessed, voice barely above a whisper. "But now, I question everything. Was it all a lie? Was I not enough? Am I unlovable?"

Jake's thumb brushed softly against the back of your hand, a gentle gesture of reassurance. "No, Y/N," he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. "You are more than enough. Their choices reflect their own shortcomings, not your worth. You are deserving of love, happiness, and someone who sees your true value."

As you absorbed Jake's words, a glimmer of hope flickered within you. You gazed into his eyes, seeing a reflection of your own pain and resilience. In that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them, as if the universe had aligned their paths for a reason.

"You know," Jake said, a soft smile gracing his lips, "sometimes, when we experience heartbreak, it opens the door to unexpected possibilities. It helps us redefine what we truly want and deserve."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, the chemistry between them growing palpable. She felt a warmth spreading within her, a newfound hope taking root. "And what do you think we deserve?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Jake's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and affection. "I think," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness, "we deserve a love that uplifts us, a connection that ignites our souls, and someone who sees us for who we truly are."

Y/N's lips curved into a smile, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability intertwining within her. The unspoken chemistry between them felt electric, a magnetic pull that drew them closer. In that moment, they saw each other, their shared pain and the flicker of hope mirrored in their eyes.

As the sun bathed them in its golden glow, Y/N and Jake continued to talk, their voices filled with laughter, understanding, and the promise of something beautiful blossoming between them. They were on a journey of healing, supporting each other through the darkness, and embracing the possibilities that lay ahead.

And as they sat beneath the forest's embrace, the connection between them deepened, laying the foundation for a love that would help them mend their shattered hearts and find solace in each other's arms.

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Days turn into weeks, and Y/N and Jake find themselves drawn to one another. They spend more and more time together, finding solace in their connection. The spark growing larger between them, as they exchange loving glances and engage in light-hearted flirting.

One night, as they wander through the lush forest, surrounded by the ethereal beauty of Pandora, they pause to admire a breathtaking scene. Jake turns to you, his eyes filled with sincerity, and whispers, "I see you."

Your heart skips a beat as you look into his eyes, your own eyes filling with warmth and affection. "I see you, ma atan," you reply, a smile gracing your lips.

Under the gentle glow of the moon, they share a kiss, sealing their bond in a moment of pure connection. It is in each other's arms that they find solace and the promise of a future filled with love and happiness.

However, their newfound joy is soon interrupted by a commotion within the clan. They hear screams and see a gathering of Na'vi surrounding a conflict. Curiosity piqued, as they approach the group, only to witness Tsu'tey engaged in a fight with another Na'vi man. Neytiri's anguished screams and rageful hisses fill the air as she tries to intervene, wielding a knife to protect this Na’vi.

The shocking revelation unfolds before their eyes as Tsu'tey accuses him of sleeping with his woman, pointing at Neytiri. Gasps of shock ripple through the crowd, and everyone's attention turns to the disgraced couple.

Neytiri, her voice trembling, says, “I no longer love you, Tsu'tey.” she says “I love -“ before she could continue, the Na’vi man she was guarding laughs and says, "Neytiri, I need to stop you right there. I don't love you, I never have, I was merely bored and I needed something to entertain me...you were that entertainment, until you grew tiresome." Indifferently, he remarks, "I don't want anything serious, never have, plus you're too much trouble anyway." He stops turning to Tsu'tey and continues saying, "I don't know how you put up with her,” he says with a shake of his head. “She gives me a headache as soon as she opens her mouth." Looking at Tsu’tey, he then points to you and says, "You lost the best thing you had, and that was her."

At that moment, Tsu'tey stands exposed and humiliated. The weight of his actions crushes him, his eyes meeting Y/N's and Jake's, who stand together, their bond unbreakable. The truth hangs heavy in the air, revealing the consequences of their betrayal.

Neytiri hisses in anger, her pride wounded, before storming away. Tsu'tey stands alone, a fool among his people, abandoned and shamed. His gaze lingers on Y/N and Jake, their closeness evident, and his face contorts with a mixture of embarrassment and remorse.

After the commotion settles, Jake's laughter echoes through the clearing. Confusion etches Y/N's face before a smile breaks across her lips, mirroring Jake's amusement. "Karma's a real bitch," he states with a wry grin.

You look at him, a mix of confusion and curiosity in your eyes. "Karma?" you question.

Jake explains the concept of karma, the idea that actions have consequences, and a smile blooms on your face. "Well," you say, voice filled with a newfound sense of liberation. "Karma may be a bitch, but I love her." “And I also love you, ma atan” you say smiling up at him, leaning in for a kiss. When your lips come together, Jake smiles, placing his palm on your face, pulling back, he asks, "What does "ma atan" mean?" "My light," you explain, "means my light because you, ma atan, brought me out of my darkness." You say, gazing up at him with nothing but admiration in your eyes.”

Smiling, hand in hand, Y/N and Jake walk away from the chaos, leaving behind the pain and betrayal that once consumed them. In each other's arms, they find solace and the promise of a brighter future. Together, they embrace the happiness they deserve, forging a path filled with love and laughter, living their lives together forever.

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《Flesh Torn Voids》 《Origins Biology》

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Harbinger, Cavalry Captain, Wanderer, two Failures, Funeral Director, Investigator, Deceased Soul, Abyss Mage, and at last, an Eremite, are each approached by entities from beyond the stars. Intended targets or not, they forge an unbreakable bond with these beings who will change them and Teyvat forevermore

They are promised power and artifacts out of this world, without hope of being replicated by those native to Teyvat, and all they must give up is a simple price

Bodily autonomy

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⌡ 🔏 Reader from Faraway, please do beware⌠

⌡ 🔏 Autonomy is lost. The word smut is used, albiet partly censored, and the topic itself goes undiscussed and unapproached⌠

⌡ 🔏 Please inform me if there are other warnings I have failed to lend thee⌠

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Extras! Extras!

Any usernames I came up with that are used by people in real life is a mere coincidence.

VERY inspired by Heroes are nerds

Basically, people who play Minecraft but they're eldritch to Teyvat and they decide they want Genshin Impact Skins and do it by taking over the bodies of the real deal.

Players everyone is bonded to:

Here's a ficlet lol

Teyvat could never predict what was going to happen today.

All of the sudden, everyone could see text appear before their eyes, text they could do nothing about.

Childe_Abuse joined the game

〈Childe_Abuse〉I spent literal YEARS trying to find you, you kow that right???/

G0tt1stT0t joined the game

AbyssBorneDream joined the game

〈G0tt1stT0t〉I was hoping for your brother or even better, Fischl, but I've no ire with you instead. It also fits my username too I suppose

MyExTheUSPresident joined the game

〈AbyssBorneDream〉Heeey Prinzessin, wanna wield the great and terrible powers of [AbyssBorneDream] the *Aeternus Mori* all for the low-low price of loaning your body to your new master and becoming a changed person in both mind and body?

〈MyExTheUSPresident〉Oh hello there you got a name yet?

IxXi_Sm_tTopic_iXxI joined the game

〈IxXi_Sm_tTopic_iXxI〉tke THAT bitch Susbedo iS MINE!111

TheSuslaDevil joined the game

〈TheSuslaDevil〉awwww...Iwas hoping for Rubedo...:(

HorsemanOfDeath joined the game

〈HorsemanOfDeath〉Ha hah! You're not taken!

a_VIVISECTION_of_me joined the game

dragONIO joined the game

〈dragONIO〉Ight, what's under your feathers and cloak? Time to see!

WardeNyah joined the game

〈WardeNyah〉 THANK YOU i was taking FOREVER to choose who I wanted to play as!

〈dragONIO〉nothing

〈dragONIO〉. . . . .

〈dragONIO〉Anyways lemme pull up BehindTheName unless you've got a name yourself.

〈a_VIVISECTION_of_me〉Oh fuck you weren't supposed to be mine :/, well I guess your getting resurrected now, sorry about disturbing your sleep but we can't go back now.

anyways—!

Player -> Skin (aka their victims lol)

Childe_Abuse -> Tartaglia

G0tt1stTot -> Kaeya

AbyssBorneDream -> Fischl

MyExTheUSPresident -> Wanderer

IxXi_Sm_tTopic_iXxI -> Dorian aka Fakebedo

TheSuslaDevil -> FellFlower

HorsemanOfDeath -> Hu Tao

a_VIVISECTION_of_me -> Kazuha's Friend

dragONIO -> Geo Abyss Mage

WardeNyah -> Hydro Eremite

Abyss & G0tt Players are fans of Hollow Knight, but Fischl's is also a hardcore roleplayer who's chill with breaking character but also enjoys the ProjectMoon franchise, hence the 'Eternal Death' title in latin (sorry if it's wrong). Abyss likes Cult of the Lamb as well.

VIVISECTION, also known as VIVI is a Danny Phantom fan, and adores body horror, more so than Abyss.

They also listen to GHOST so Kazuha's friend is gonna learn some GHOST songs

dragONIO is a play on Dragon and Ohio and Oh No and ONIO being a Drag King or Queen irl, i never picked a gender for them

MyExTheUSPresident or E-X-E, .EXE or EX-EE, kins Sonic from the Snapcube Fandubs in an ironic or unironic way, and watched all fandubs, even non-Sonic ones. Never consumed official media.

"That would tarnish my connection to my past life, muddying the memories that remain since the transfer."

IxXi was intially going for the FellFlower but decided to backstab Susla in their deal to have Fell and Dorian respectively and gunned for Dorian instead. Susla was sad that day man :(

Susla is a Chainsaw Man fan

The Players and their Skins cans't communicate with each other. Unless a Player installs a voice chat mod, they cannot be heard by those of Teyvat, they have to communicate out of signs, books, use chat, and whatnot. Player's cant use their skins to speak.

When Players leave the game, the Skins are given back their autonomy.

Also the ten Skins function as minecraft players now, they respawn at a random spawn point or where they last slept, their deaths show up in chat, they don't need to sleep anymore (they don't even need to worry about hostile mobs like phantoms or zombies or whatever!), they can craft, and everything else!

(Unless we make it so that minecraft mobs just spawn around Players and their Skins, possessed or not lol)

〈Kaeya Alberich〉Attention all vessels. We have retained the ability to use these entities means of communication. Please only use them in the event of an extreme emergency so as to not obstruct the populace's sight. Thank you.

Someone is abusing this power to obstruct people's sight.

Wanna dox yourself real quick? Speedrun speedrun? Kill a player or a vessel and get the Chat to snitch on you. None of the ten can hide it when they kill people either. When someone kills a Hilichurl or Abyss mage? Their name shows up in chat.

They call themselves Vessels, but we're calling them Skins cuz that's what they are to the Players.

Also they're getting taken out of Teyvat by the Players into another Minecraft Server that's just how it works lol. When Players leave the servers their Skins get sent back to Teyvet from where they left

It's an Origins SMP server btw

More on that in Flesh Torn Voids

[ask-an-innocuous-taco]

Dear reader,

Hey there! Welcome to my Inanimate Insanity-themed blog! You're in the right place if you're a fan of the show (and don't hate Taco.) Just a heads up, though: spoilers might be ahead, especially if you're not caught up with the latest episodes.

So, a bit about me—I've been obsessed with Inanimate Insanity for a couple of years now. It's basically taken over my life, in the best possible way. And I figured, why not channel that obsession into something creative? Hence, this ask-blog.

Oh, and before I forget, I'll be answering your questions and prompts mainly through text, with some headcanons thrown in for good measure. Just keep in mind that my interpretations might not always perfectly match the characters from the show, but I'll do my best to stay true to their essence.

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BLOG'S STORYLINE:

We're picking up after Microphone's reality check on Taco and after Taco's whole ordeal with kidnapping MePad. Lonely and needing someone to talk to, Taco switches MePad back on from slumber mode. And instead of just using him as a pawn like she did before with anyone else, she's opening up a bit, showing some genuine sincerity. Maybe some honesty wouldn't hurt.

Their conversation leads to MePad introducing Taco to this thing called Tumblr, suggesting that instead of dwelling on lost connections by letters, she could try making new ones here. It's a nice little moment of growth for Taco, don't you think?

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RULES:

Be Respectful: Treat others with kindness and respect. Harassment, bullying, or any form of hate speech will not be tolerated. !!REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A REAL PERSON BEHIND THE SCREEN!!

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Be Patient: Understand that the creator behind the ask-blog may have a busy schedule. Please be patient for responses, as I may take time to answer questions.

Keep it PG-13: Ensure all questions and discussions are appropriate for a general audience. Avoid explicit content or language. (Unless it's funny haha. I won't hesitate to publicize your inquiry, all in good fun, of course).

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No Plagiarism: Respect original content and intellectual property. Do not steal or repost artwork, writing, or any other creations without proper permission or credit.

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SPECIAL TAGS:

Taco inquiries - Asks that have to do with Taco.

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If you want to ask anything related to Taco or maybe even MePad, feel free to shoot me a message using the tags provided below. Can't wait to hear from you all!

- Yours truly, 👓.

[dreamingcloudie]

❛❛If Loving You Means Hurting Me, I'd Gladly Suffer More❜❜

✎ ❛❛ It hurts to see you die over and over. But no matter, I'll still love you the same, even when you forget about me each time ❜❜

Pairing(s): Creator!Dottore x Creation!GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Angst + fluff (One shot)

Warning(s): reader dying, probably some grammar mistakes, blood, maybe an OOC Dottore? (Then again, I tried to make him soft here, so...)

wc: ~1.1k

Note: Was scrolling through some tags and I saw someone posted a concept/idea of creator Dottore and creation reader. And that got me thinking...

I usually don't write angst because they hurt me 💀 BUT, I'll make this one an exception. I love this idea a little too much. I hope you guys will like this one :) Any feedback is greatly appreciated ♡

“Open your eyes, Dove,”

You felt a hand caressing your cheek as you stirred awake. Beside the bed, there stood the man who had taken the lives of many.

“There you are, sleepy head,” spoken in a gentle voice, Dottore pressed a quick kiss on your forehead. You slowly sat up with the help of Dottore and you lifted your head up to look at him. His usually hardened gaze soften upon meeting yours. Ah, how familiar, just like the other times, here he was again…

It was funny, the time when you were created, he intended to make more of his clones. After days, or even weeks of making sure that he had the correct formula. He was expecting to see a clone of himself step out of the machine, but instead of his clone, it was you that appeared.

He stared at you in bewilderment, muttering a curse under his breath.

“Darn it, were my calculations of the formula wrong?”

At first, he wanted nothing to do with you. But just like a duckling to its mother, you followed him everywhere. The other harbingers would often tease him about it, saying things such as:

“Hah! look at mama duck go!”

“Hatched an egg, Doctor?”

He was not amused, however. Constantly calling you “an annoying pest” with a scowl on his face. Later on, he had to accept his defeat because no matter what he said, he could still find you behind him. Observing him with a glint of curiosity. He gave up on trying to shoo you away, and just let you stick around.

“Let’s head out now, there’s something that caught my interest,” Dottore said as he opened the door for you.

Like usual, you tagged along with him to go to a spot where he found interesting things to tinker with. Dottore stopped on his track as he couldn’t hear your footsteps anymore. He turned around only to find you being distracted by a bed of flowers on the side of the road.

“What now?” He sighed and walked over to see what caught your attention. As he got closer, he noticed a look of adoration on you. Following your line of sight, a crystalfly was situated on one of the flowers. Feeling his presence, you turned to him and tilted your head, as if you were asking what this magnificent creature was.

“That’s a crystalfly,” he explained.

Upon hearing his answer, a smile graced your face.

“Crystalfly…” you repeated after him.

He was taken back, that was the first time he has ever heard you talk. He was so used to his test subjects screaming in fear and colleagues yelling at each other. Hearing such a tender tone for once was oddly a nice change…

Shaking his thoughts away, he pulled your arm and got you back on your feet.

“You’ve stalled long enough. Come on now, I got work to do.”

Finally arriving at the research site, mechanical parts were scattered around the place. Striding over to one of them, he started to examine it. Out of nowhere, he heard a yelp which brought him out of his trance. Turning to the source of the noise, he found you laying on the ground and an activated ruin guard hidden underneath a shade of trees not far from here. The ruin guard launched its missiles again, aiming straight at Dottore. He dodged left and right, charging at the machine before blowing an attack toward its core.

After making sure it was deactivated, he rushed over to you.

The sight before him was making his stomach twitch and turn, an alarmingly large pool of blood was surrounding you. He placed his fingers to where your neck was and checked for your pulse.

But he felt nothing.

‘Why the hell am I shaking,’ he asked himself.

You were just an annoying pest. He could’ve just left you there so he wouldn’t have to deal with you anymore. You meant nothing to him and he did not care about you. So why? If he didn’t care, then how come every time you showed that toothy grin of yours, he suddenly felt all fuzzy and warm inside? If he didn’t care, then how come every time his fingers slightly touched yours, he could feel the heat slowly creeping up his face? If he didn’t care, then why was he carrying your body back to his lab in a hurry, trying to bring you back?

He stood there and watched as you laid on the bed. Waiting for you to wake up. He could see a little bit of movement before you opened your eyes.

“Finally awake, I see?”

And that was the first time, the first time where he witnessed your death. It did hurt him a little, but he didn’t think much about it as he was able to bring you back to life.

The second time was when you drowned in a lake. His heart ached a bit more this time. But he was successful in bringing you back to life, again. And that’s all that matters.

The third time was when a new Fatui recruit who has never seen you before mistook you for an intruder and killed you. The wound of his heart reopened itself once more. But nonetheless, bringing you back was still manageable.

And there’s a fourth.

A fifth.

A sixth…

Just how long did he have to endure this constant torment? It hurts having to watch you die over and over, not even knowing if he was able to bring you back. And even if it was a success, every time when you were greeted by the world once more, you’d forget about him. Dottore never thought he would get attached to someone. Let alone you, an accidental creation. He was someone that has witnessed countless deaths, and none of those affect him at all. Ironically, he was also someone who has killed a lot without an ounce of regret.

What was so special about you?

What made him so drawn to you?

Dottore sat there on the edge of your bed, berating himself for not doing a good job at protecting you. You may not remember who he was, but your body definitely did. It somehow always acted on its own whenever you saw a frown on him. Somewhere at the back of your mind, you remembered seeing a crystalfly before. And watching it flutter made you happy. You tugged at Dottore’s sleeve and pointed at the jar filled with crystalflies that he got for you on the bedside desk.

“Crystalflies!” You beamed with a grin, hoping their hypnotic movements could make him feel better. Just like how they made you happy.

Ah… there it was, that cute little grin of yours. The way your eyes would always lit up whenever you saw him. The way that you would always cared for him even when your memories of him were long gone...

If loving you means hurting him, then he would gladly accept all the pain the world would throw at him. All he had to do was simply bring you back to him, a small price to pay just to see you smile.

[nogenderbee]

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ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ'ˢ ᴬᴿᵀ : Graceful Marriage - An Shiraishi

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You and your friends were pretty bored during hangout... so you decided to enter shop with fancy dresses! But you weren't really interseted in it that much... you're more of a suit person after all...

So when your friends went to changing room to try few dresses on, you decided to just have a stroll around and see what other beatiful creations they have in here. Without looking, you moved a curtain and entered room with large mirror. But there was someone in there so you immidietly assumed it was changing room!

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

"Oh no, it's alright, Y/N!"

"I- Wait- How do you-"

You looked up a bit hesitantly and noticed An with pretty red velvet dress and roses in her hair... to say she looked majestic would be understatement...

"Why are you staring at me like that? It's not that bad, right...?"

She looked at you a bit flustered and moved lock of her hair behind her ear... gosh this girl is gonna kill you... If she continues, you might just blurt out you like her!! And you can't really have that... not NOW!

"No! Not at all! You look... great! Amazing even! I just... didn't expect to see you in a dress..."

"Haha~ I guess that's fair. I just felt like trying something new all of the sudden!"

"And it suits you..."

"Well I'm glad you like it~ Are you here to try some dresses as well?"

"Oh no! I'm just accompanying my friends while they're trying some on and... bumped into you!"

"Awh... that's a shame... I was kinda hoping to see you try something on too! But obviously, I won't force you."

You nodded at her with gentle smile, you didn't wanted to leave yet... your friends sure can understand! After all it's not every day you see your crush in beatiful dresss like this!

But then again, you didn't wanted to just stare! It'd be kinda creepy... so you tried thinking of a topic to keep the conversation going and not look like a total creep... but it was certainly hard thanks to how breathaking she looked there...

"So uh... I was wondering uh... How was your day!"

"Pretty good~ But you know... if you just want to stare in silence I won't mind!"

"Don't tell me it's that obvious..."

You muttered while covering your face with right hand, leaving just shy eyes visible. But despite your words being awfully quiet, she seemed to hear them anyway...

"Yeah! But don'tworry. I mean... who knows? Maybe someday you'll see me in dress like this but in different color and environment~?"

You looked at her in confusion... what could that mean? You were about to open your mouth to ask her to elaborate on this one, but you were called by your friends who were waiting for you in front of changing room.

"Ah, coming!!! I'm so sorry, An... See you later?"

"Yeah! Later!"

You exchanged little waves before running off back to your friends, trying to hide any signs of just having biggest heart attack in your life. All caused by one girl...

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[alterpacks]

Hello mod Dadza. I am 99.99% sure you'll know who I am despite the anon. Coughs. be so niceys fathercrow. </3

Could I get an alter pack for an alter (or alters the more the merrier actually-) to handle severe stress and homelessness? I'd prefer them to be sourced from Hermitcraft, Life Series, or Empires SMP! I need a soother or someone to just. do the thing. (The thing being leaving a severely abusive situation. Conditioning is one helll of a drug.) I know this is a bit heavy, and for that I am sorry. My brain/system is currently shut down and I need ideas, ykno? . . . Erm. Thank you in advance.

Hello dear, I’m here to help. I’m so sorry. I’ll cook up a few for you! I only know a very few characters from Empires so I will try my best

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Gen, Gemini, G

⤹ Pronouns: she/fawn/pink

⤹ Age: transage oty 8 y/o (chrono 22)

⤹ System Role: traumaholder

⤹ TransIDs: transage, transaesthetic, transspecies, transwoman, transtraumatized, transharmed

⤹ Personality: Gem is bubbly and happy, she loves the outdoors and animals! Her favorite animal is the deer, which she is part deer. She is shy and soft spoken, but loves loves loves playing dress up!

⤹ Aesthetic: cottagecore, lolitacore

⤹ Paras if applicable: 🐾 + aam

⤹ Interests: the outdoors, making flower crowns, architecture, cherry blossom trees

This Gem is a mix of hermitcraft 9 and Secret Life!

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Grian, Gri, Avian

⤹ Pronouns: He/It/Eye

⤹ Age: transimmortal, ageless

⤹ System Role: aggressor, chronic pain holder

⤹ TransIDs: transwatcher, transchronicpain, transmasc, transconsag, transweedsmoker

⤹ Personality: Grian keeps to himself most of the time, but when it comes to his family he likes to hang out with them most. He gets attached to others easily so to him it’s easiest just to sit back, smoke a little weed, and shut people out

⤹ Aesthetic: dark academia

⤹ Paras if applicable: 🗺️ + in€e$t + 🐾

⤹ Interests: birds, architecture, music, the moon

This Grian is non source specific, with memories from everything ranging from EVO -> YHS -> Hermitcraft -> the life series

(Optional) Grian is in a consag relationship with Jimmy

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Jimmy, Tim, Solidarity, Timmy, Jim

⤹ Pronouns: he/him

⤹ Age: 15 (transage oty chrono 27)

⤹ System Role: pessimist, shock absorber

⤹ TransIDs: transautistic, transharmed

⤹ Personality: Jimmy is loud and doesn’t really understand the concept of indoor voices, or manners. He struggles to communicate freely sometimes, and often needs Grian to help him. He is very excitable and tends to get into trouble easily

⤹ Aesthetic: chaotic acidemia, goblincore

⤹ Paras if applicable: aam + in€e$t

⤹ Interests: coal mines, shiny things, gold in general, the science of birds

Jimmy is a canary, and is related to Grian (either as a brother or a cousin, up to you) and his source is the life series.

(Optional) Jimmy is in a consag relationship with Grian.

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Xornoth, Xorny, Xor

⤹ Pronouns: it/its

⤹ Age: ♾️

⤹ System Role: antagonizer, anger holder, persecutor

⤹ TransIDs: transharmful, transprogrammer, transantagonizer, transcultist, transNPD

⤹ Personality: Xornoth is rude and a shut out. It hates when people try and talk to it or reason with it. It finds comfort in being alone with animals, and it enjoys being a harmful person. It believes the world should revolve around it, and no one else.

⤹ Aesthetic: demoncore

⤹ Interests: witchcraft, hell (as in the rings, the beings, etc), and it particularly likes books

Xornoth is a demon, and is siblings with Scott. Its source is empires SMP

[desafinado]

ooh if you’re taking requests I would love to ask for something kaveh related,, I love him and his recent appearances have me going feral

I was thinking maybe something with an artist s/o?? with his whole arts and romance thing I think it would be so cute 😭 sketching out his building ideas and such together..I just crave kaveh content tbh

✎, ੈ♡ kaveh with an artistic s/o

°｡⋆ kaveh x reader 

°｡⋆ artsy stuff, sickening fluff (yk the drill), love, beloved, dear

note: reader is described to be an appreciator of all art in general (visual arts and writing specifically)  just take what resonates lol, but yeah ^^ also ahh i wrote a song sorta similar to this concept before called “art museum” so i took inspo from that skjfsdf

if you think about it, everything you see has its own artistry, its own beauty; beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all. among all the things and people, however, you found kaveh to be the most beautiful thing of them all.

his creations were just as beautiful, of course. you couldn’t help but adore the details, the aesthetics, the everything. he was clearly someone who created with his heart on his sleeve, and it was why you admired him so dearly.

and while you had this respectful and deep admiration for him, he would only praise you for giving him such inspiration in the first place, whether it be the art you create or the love you give him.

he’d watch in awe, seeing you create visuals that make him swoon, and write words that almost bring him to tears.

if he wasn’t dating you, he’d still definitely be your number one fan.

that being said, you are dating, so expect that you do the most nerdy art things together; going to art museums, painting and wine dates, simply sitting in the living room and reading each other poetry (or even making some).

“hmm, and you were there, a heavenly body, a star, whose presence i had been blessed with.” “k-kaveh! you don’t need to read every poem… haven’t you flustered me enough, today?” “i wasn’t reading that time, beloved.”

everything reminds you of each other; when you both get home, you spend the first 30 minutes telling each other of everything you saw today that reminded you of each other.

more so, when it’s art. you both could go on for hours.

“i saw a newly installed statue today, i think it was a representation of spring, blooming and such?” “hmm… sounds lovely, i’d love to see it and interpret it for myself.” “well, for me, it only ever reminded me of you.”

helping each other with your arts; i mean, art is a form of expression and you think kaveh brings out the best in you vice-versa.

he’ll ask for your opinion on sketches, how he can improve and get his feelings across better. he’ll often feign naivety and ask you to help him draw it, just so he can get you to hold him closer.

“dear… i truly haven’t a clue what you mean. could you maybe guide my hand and help me understand?”

you know what he’s doing, of course, but you’re not complaining. you’ll even tease him and whisper softly into his ear; he asked for it after all.

when you’re writing, painting, sketching or doing anything at all really, you can expect him to be watching. he’ll hum in agreement or gently speak some words of affirmation.

when he notices you being a bit stuck, a bit uninspired and frustrated, or simply overworked, he’ll be quick to coax you into bed to cuddle.

he knows how easily you might get into your head, overthinking your work, critiquing every small detail, so he’ll simply get you to stop thinking period.

he’ll stroke your head, caress your cheeks, and mindlessly draw circles on your neck, while reading you your favorite poetry.

if all else fails, he takes you out to see the sunset/sunrise (whichever is more convenient). underneath the dance of colors, the borders between day and night, he reminds you how beautiful the world is. without over complicating everything, the world simply creates all its wonders as they are.

he won’t let go of you until you get a well deserved night’s rest, and you can always expect to be right there when you wake up.

and you wake up to see that lazy smile of his, slightly squinted eyes and groggy morning voice; there’s a tenderness as he greets you a “good morning, beautiful.” and you know feel all your worries melt away.

you think he’s a being way beyond any piece of art, because he gives you reasons to face the next day, and have the courage to express yourself.

that and you can kiss him silly until you can only say each other’s names.

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