#ꕤ ━ lore. ❞

[mrch7th]

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ZOOOMM & FUCKING ENHANCE...?

it is not a greatsword....but sword is close enough right........

ok anyway nromal again sorry dash carry on happy summer happy solstice

[sunribs]

just know that i will always support people who want to make muses set in the original world i made for my muses 🥺 like give the world life!!

[eatdivines]

i am so so excited to share my takes on ahri with yall... i have a lot cooking as ahri jg and top lane...

[wvyik]

paws and promises ᝰ ‧₊ ᵎᵎ

sam winchester x fem! reader

ꕤ summary: a rainstorm brings an unexpected guest into your life, but it’s the way sam cares for her that makes you fall even harder for him.

♯ warnings: extreme fluff, cat dad sam supremacy, nurturing! reader, kitten cuddles, pre established relationship, bunker life but make it dreamy, you’re in love and it’s soo obvious, peach the cat is the third main character actually, don’t read while ovulating.

♯ notes: hi my lil lovebugs… did u miss me?? because I’ve been GONE for like 10 whole days (insane) and yes it was because of stardew valley. but i’m back now with fluffy sam content to heal us all. love u. missed u. pls enjoy sam being the softest cat dad alive.

The rain had been coming down in sheets by the time he got back. Loud, unrelenting, like the sky was trying to wash the world clean. You’d been curled up on the couch in your favorite sweater, blanket pulled over your knees, the bunker feeling oddly hollow without Sam there.

He was only supposed to run out for a quick supply run, but of course, things never stayed simple for long when you were a Winchester. Still, you didn’t expect to see him burst through the door, dripping wet, carrying the grocery bags in one arm and something small, shivering, and wrapped in his flannel in the other.

You blinked, confused for a second; until the flannel moved and you heard the softest mew you’d ever heard in your life, “She was in the middle of the road,” he said, like it explained everything. And maybe it did. Because Sam couldn’t not care.

He couldn’t look at something tiny and helpless and keep walking. That’s just who he was— someone whose heart broke open for things that needed gentleness. “I didn’t even think about it. I just… I couldn’t leave her.”

And that was it. She was in your home. In your lives. In your hearts within minutes. You named her Peach, because of how fuzzy and small and soft she was. She took to Sam immediately, climbing his sweatshirt, curling into his chest like she knew exactly who had saved her.

But she didn’t avoid you— she liked curling up in your lap when you were journaling or napping with her cheek pressed to your neck when Sam carried both of you to bed. She had a favorite nap spot on top of the laundry you always forgot to fold. She started kneading on Sam’s pillow. And she had this tiny little purr that only started when you were all three together, like she knew she belonged.

Sam turned into a full-on cat dad overnight, without even realizing it. You’d wake up some mornings to find him lying flat on his stomach, using his phone light to peer under the couch because she’d chased a toy under there and refused to move. He talked to her constantly. Sometimes when he thought you were asleep, you’d hear him whispering to her in that low, careful voice, telling her stories or just… rambling softly like she was a baby in his arms.

You caught him once reading from an old lore book, letting her fall asleep on his chest while his fingers absently traced little circles behind her ears. You didn’t say anything, you just stood in the doorway, watching, your heart feeling like it could hardly hold all the love inside it.

It made you fall for him all over again, seeing that side of him. Not the hunter. Not the protector. But the caretaker. The nurturer. The boy who had once been expected to carry the world and still managed to find space for something so small. You’d be doing dishes, and he’d wander up behind you with Peach perched on his shoulder, her tiny paws settled like she was born to live there.

You’d be mid-book and he’d gently place her in your lap like a warm little offering, her purring a rhythm against your thighs. He bought her toys, a miniature bed, even little bow collars; one in soft pink that matched your favorite mug. When she scratched him once while playing, he didn’t even flinch. Just looked down at the mark and said, “She’s got your spirit,” with a soft smile.

Nights became your favorite. After lights-out, Peach would usually find her way to the foot of the bed, curling herself into the warm pocket between you two. Sam would always pull you closer, arm slipping around your waist, lips brushing the shell of your ear with a soft, “Goodnight, baby,” before everything went quiet. You’d lie there, cocooned in warmth, one of his hands resting against your back and the faint sound of Peach’s purring in the dark. And sometimes, when sleep didn’t come fast enough, you’d whisper to him about how lucky you felt. About how it felt like having a family. Even if it was just the three of you.

He’d kiss the tip of your nose and say, “It is a family,” without hesitation. And that would be enough to make your eyes sting a little.

You’d never thought a stray kitten in the rain could change so much. But now, every morning felt a little lighter. Every evening felt a little softer. You had your person. You had your home. And somehow, against all odds, you had this tiny heartbeat that reminded you to slow down, breathe deeper, and love harder.

And when you caught Sam on the floor one afternoon, curled up with Peach nestled in the crook of his arm, both of them fast asleep in a patch of sunlight, you swore you could actually feel your heart stretch with how much you loved them.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep there too. The plan was to just sit with them a little, maybe rest your eyes while the kettle boiled. But when you saw them on the floor, both of them breathing slow, wrapped in each other like they’d always belonged— you couldn’t help yourself. You laid down behind him, one hand on his back, cheek resting between his shoulder blades. And then… everything just drifted.

When you woke up, the sun had dipped lower, throwing soft gold light across the floor. The room smelled faintly like the herbal tea you never finished and the warmth of clean laundry. Sam stirred first, shifting just enough that Peach flopped gently off his bicep and into the blanket beside her like a princess tossed from her throne. She made a soft noise of protest, then curled right back into his chest like nothing ever happened. He smiled when he felt you move behind him.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, breath brushing your jaw. “Did we nap through the whole afternoon?”

“Almost,” you whispered, nuzzling against his shirt. “It was nice.”

“Peach snores,” he said quietly, like it was a secret only the two of you should know.

You giggled, fingers brushing over the edge of his hoodie sleeve. “You do too sometimes.”

He groaned softly, burying his face into your arm. “Don’t expose me like that.”

You reached up, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. “It’s cute. Everything you do is cute.”

“Yeah?” he said, lifting his head, eyes heavy and soft. “That’s dangerous information to give me.”

You smiled shyly, tucking your face into his shoulder again, feeling that warm flutter in your chest that only he ever managed to stir. You always felt like this with Sam— safe. Held. Like the world outside could be falling apart and it wouldn’t matter, because in here it was always quiet and warm and yours.

Peach chose that moment to stretch across both of your legs, her little paws flexing in her sleep like she was dreaming of chasing something. Sam watched her for a second, then looked at you with that look. The one where his eyes get soft at the edges and his lips part like he wants to say something, but he’s scared it’ll make him feel too much all at once. You knew that look by heart.

“You think she knows?” he asked quietly.

“Knows what?”

“That she owns us.”

You blinked, then smiled so softly it barely made it to your lips. “Yeah. I think she knew from the minute you picked her up.”

He didn’t answer right away. He just leaned in, brushing his nose against your cheek, thumb stroking across the back of your hand where it was tucked into his. You felt him breathe in, like he was holding something sacred inside his chest. And maybe he was.

“I like it like this,” you said eventually, voice barely a whisper. “You. Me. Her. It feels like… a little life. Not a big one. Just a soft, slow, quiet one.”

Sam closed his eyes and pulled you even closer, Peach still snoozing peacefully at your legs. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he said. “Just… this. Something that doesn’t hurt. Something warm.”

You didn’t need to say anything. You just pressed your forehead to his and let yourself sink into the moment. The golden light. The hush of the room. The sound of Peach’s tiny breathing and Sam’s thumb tracing your knuckles. And for the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t thinking about what came next. There was no monster to fight, no crisis to solve. Just a boy, a girl, and a kitten who made everything softer.

And God, if that wasn’t enough to make you believe in a little bit of magic.

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[karinasbaby]

PARK SUNGHOON — I WISH SUNGHOON WAS MY BOYFRIEND.. (A VERY SHORT SUNGHOON SMAU!)

✶ IM JOKING THO! .. maybe not.

SYNOPSIS.. when the wonders of the modelling world and photographing world get clashed lots of secrets get revealed, lots of enemies are made and lots of friends are lost. so how will your story, an upcoming photographer unfold when entangled with seoul’s infamous supermodel park sunghoon?

⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ──── PAIRING, FEM!PHOTOGRAPHER READER X MODEL!SUNGHOON. (17+) | WARNINGS, fluff, weird. just weird stuff. swearing, um cute stuff too? will eventually contain smut, idk this is all pre planned i’m posting this after i finish all the chapters so i’ll update then if not hi i forgot :D ! (update i am NOT posting this with all chapters finished.) | A,NOTE. my first smau series kinda nervous kinda about to kms but we ball this is for chels HAPPY BIRTHDAAYYYYY

ꕤ ... this is basically me making up for the distress, annoyance and dramatic-ness i’ve made chelsea go through for the past 5 months, happy birthday chelsea i love you !! <3 (even tho i’m like 3 months late 😞)

WARNINGS: (will contain) swearing, suggestive themes & smut (17+), angst, fluff, questionable scenarios.. it’s gonna have a lot of lore (updating this like three weeks later to confirm that this smau is going to be nowhere near short. i’m stressed.) thanks to my beloved nia i’ll probably finish this in the summer of 2025 but! i’ll try my best i promise, lots of characters r just. horrible. asshole sunghoon obv, mentions of toxic work environments & (modelling) industries, more will be added as we move forward 🙂‍↕️

UPDATING SCHEDULE: this smau will be updated every friday & sunday from september till oct-nov (for now), some chaps may get delayed as im also a uni student so pls bear with me 🙏🏼 other than that i hope u enjoy :3

CHAPTER INDEX!

♡ .. PROFILES

• 1.. sprinkle of asshole-ness 😥

• 2.. odd atelierian triplets

• 3.. CRAZYDOGSLEEVES!

• 4.. top secret secret top secret?

• 5.. suspicious as fuck..

── MORE TO COME!

a,note. really stepping out of my comfort zone with this smau 😓 but i’m really excited for everything :3 !! anyways, i’m exactly 23 days late from chels’ birthday as i upload this masterlist but hey! we have till summer of 2025 to celebrate her birthday now w this smau :D ! anywho happy birthday chels @ak4e7a !!! i love u !!!

[earthlybeam]

A bit of a silly, very indulgent, request here, if you're accepting requests of course! But how would Glorfindel, Legolas, Elrond (+anyone else if you'd like to add!) react to a reader that either has a dragon or can transform into a dragon? If it's the former request, the reader is really protective of the dragon no matter how big/small it is, and if it is the latter, their first meeting could be while the reader is in dragon form.

Thank you so much for your time and your writing, regardless if you end up doing this request or not!<33

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond, glrofindel, Legolas Versions version below

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

Elrond’s First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

✶ Elrond’s reaction to discovering that you are a dragon—or bonded with one—would be a blend of awe, curiosity, caution, and deep reverence for the power and mystery of such a being. His centuries of life and wisdom would grant him a nuanced understanding of dragons, but also an underlying wariness, given their often tumultuous history with elves and Middle-earth as a whole.

✶ If you were to first appear in your dragon form, Elrond would not immediately draw his weapon or react with aggression. Instead, he would observe, standing tall with that composed grace for which he is known. Though his heart might race at the sight of such a creature, his wisdom would prevent him from acting rashly.

✶ “By the stars of Varda… what majesty and might stands before me,” he might murmur, his sharp eyes drinking in every detail of your scaled form. His voice would remain calm, laced with awe and curiosity, though there might be an underlying tension in his tone.

✶ Elrond would likely address you with respect, understanding that dragons are proud and powerful beings, not to be trifled with. He would speak in measured words, testing the waters before acting further. “If you come in peace, great one, I welcome you to Imladris, though such a guest as you has not graced these lands for many an age.”

✶ The fact that you show no hostility (whether through your body language or any gesture of non-aggression) would intrigue him further. His natural inclination as a lore-master would drive him to question your nature—your purpose, your past, and most of all, why you have come to Rivendell. He would approach cautiously, his every movement deliberate, a sign of both respect and prudence.

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Upon Discovering You Are the Dragon or Bonded to One

✶ The moment Elrond discovers that you are the dragon—or that you have bonded with such a creature—his composed exterior would momentarily falter. A sharp breath would escape him as the revelation hit, his eyes widening slightly as the implications settled in his mind.

✶ “You… are no mere traveler, then,” he would murmur, his tone softer, imbued with a new layer of admiration. “Such power, bound to you with such care… and yet you wield it with grace.” Though Elrond’s demeanor would remain dignified, he would feel an intense sense of intrigue. His wisdom and lore would ignite, and he would recall the many tales and ancient histories surrounding dragons. Yet, unlike many elves, his perception would not be clouded by fear alone. He would recognize your rare balance—a dragon who was not ruled by the malice and greed that often defined their kind.

✶ “How is it,” he would ask, his voice quiet yet filled with genuine curiosity, “that one such as you walks this world, yet bears neither the hunger nor the wrath of dragons past?” His mind would immediately turn to the deeper implications of your nature. You were unlike any dragon he had known. Your strength, tempered with such care, would provoke a quiet reverence in him.

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On Your Protective Nature

✶ As someone who has dedicated his life to protecting Rivendell and its people, Elrond would understand and respect the fierce protectiveness you display toward your dragon form or companion. He would see the bond you share as sacred, as the very essence of loyalty and devotion.

✶ “Your strength and loyalty are admirable,” he might say with a deep, reflective tone, his voice laden with respect, “But even the mightiest of beings can falter if their emotions blind their wisdom. How do you temper such power with the calm of mind that is needed for true wisdom?”

✶ His words would not be harsh but gentle, a reflection of his understanding that even the greatest warriors and guardians need the guidance of their intellect to wield their power with caution. He would recognize that your protective nature comes from love and devotion, a trait Elrond himself values deeply.

✶ As he learns more of your story, his admiration for you would only deepen. Your unique dual nature would intrigue him, and he would see you not just as a being of immense power but as a bridge between two worlds—one of fire and one of grace. Over time, his connection to you would grow, as he began to understand the burdens you carry.

✶ “If ever the weight of such a burden becomes too great,” he would say softly, his voice warmer now, “Know that you are not alone, my heart. Rivendell will always be a sanctuary for you, whether you walk as elf or dragon.”

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On Your Bond with the Dragon

✶ If you had a companion of draconic nature, Elrond would approach the bond with the same care and reverence. His understanding of loyalty and kinship would drive him to respect the unique relationship you shared, acknowledging that such bonds are not lightly formed.

✶ “You are rare,” Elrond would comment, his eyes gleaming with the quiet appreciation of one who has seen much. “Few have the courage to bond with such beings, and fewer still find peace within that connection.”

✶ He would observe you carefully, both your words and actions, as he saw how deeply your devotion to the dragon ran. He would not press too much at first, respecting the bond between you, but his respect for your loyalty and wisdom would grow in kind.

✶ Elrond’s Overall View of You as a Dragon or Bonded to One As the truth of your nature settled within him, Elrond’s thoughts would be a blend of awe, contemplation, and a profound respect for you. In time, he would come to see you as more than just a powerful being. You would become a being of immense value, not only for the strength you commanded but for the insight and wisdom you held within. His approach toward you would shift from cautious admiration to something deeper—a recognition of the rare and precious connection you shared with both the world of elves and dragons.

✶ “You are unlike any I have encountered,” Elrond would say with reverence, his voice a mixture of warmth and respect. “A being both ancient and new, powerful and wise. Your journey is one that few could understand, and yet, you are not alone. In Rivendell, you have a home.” And thus, with every word, Elrond would offer not only his wisdom but also his quiet, unyielding support. He would stand by you, as you both walk the ancient paths of Middle-earth—together.

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☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

Glorfindel’s First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

𖤓 If Glorfindel were to first meet you in your dragon form, his initial reaction would be one of awe, mixed with boundless curiosity and excitement. He would not be one to immediately draw his blade; instead, his golden presence would shine brighter, his courage unwavering in the face of such a magnificent creature.

𖤓 “By the light of Laurelin…” he would breathe, his azure eyes wide as he takes in the sheer majesty of your form. A grin would tug at his lips, not out of arrogance or bravado, but pure admiration. “What beauty, what might… How could one not feel humbled before such a sight?”

𖤓 Unlike others who might approach cautiously, Glorfindel’s golden heart would compel him to step forward with confidence, though his movements would still show respect. “You have nothing to fear from me, mighty one,” he would say warmly, his voice laced with both reverence and his trademark playfulness. “I have faced many beings in my time, but none so magnificent as you. Tell me—have you come as friend or foe? Though, I admit, I am hoping for the former.”

𖤓 His natural charisma and lighthearted demeanor would likely disarm any tension. If you showed no aggression, Glorfindel would relax entirely, his hand leaving the hilt of his sword as his shoulders dropped into an easy stance. “And here I thought Rivendell’s gardens were the greatest wonders of this land,” he’d joke, his golden hair catching the light as he offered a respectful nod. “Clearly, I was mistaken.”

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Glorfindel Learns That You Are the Dragon

𖤓 When the truth emerges—that you are the dragon—Glorfindel would not try to hide his astonishment. His lips would part, and for a moment, his golden aura might flicker as he processed the revelation. “You?” he’d ask, his voice tinged with wonder. “You… are no ordinary being. What strength, what grace lies within you.”

𖤓 Glorfindel’s emotions would shine through plainly, his excitement bubbling over. “By the stars! You are both—elf and dragon!” He would give a hearty laugh, shaking his head as though in disbelief. “I should have known. Such strength in spirit, such fire in your eyes… Of course you are one of a kind.”

𖤓 Glorfindel would be endlessly curious, though his questions would come with an eagerness rather than caution. “How does it feel?” he’d ask, his tone almost childlike in its wonder. “To fly, to breathe fire? And yet, you walk among us so gracefully. Do you ever grow tired of one form or the other?” Though his boundless energy might make his curiosity seem overwhelming at first, Glorfindel would always temper it with genuine care. He would sense the isolation you might feel as someone caught between two worlds, and his warm gaze would soften. “You carry much within you—power, loyalty, and a love for those who cannot always understand your nature. But you are not alone. Not here. Not with me.”

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Glorfindel’s Respect for Your Protective Nature

𖤓 Glorfindel would be deeply moved by your protectiveness over your dragon form or companion. As a guardian and warrior himself, he would understand and admire your fierce loyalty. “It is no small thing,” he’d say, his voice steady, “to love something—or someone—so fiercely that you would shield them with your life. It is a bond that I, too, understand.”

𖤓 However, Glorfindel’s playful nature would shine through even here. If he felt you were being too overprotective, he’d gently tease you, his eyes alight with humor. “You know,” he’d say, leaning against a tree with a grin, “even a dragon as mighty as yours can probably fend for itself. But I’ll admit, there’s something endearing about seeing you so… fiery.”

𖤓 That said, Glorfindel would never belittle your devotion. Instead, he would become an ally in your protectiveness, standing beside you without question. “You guard them with your heart,” he’d say seriously. “And should the need arise, I will guard you both with mine.”

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Glorfindel’s Growing Bond with You

𖤓 Over time, Glorfindel would come to treasure your dual nature as both elf and dragon. He would see it as a perfect balance of strength and gentleness, much like his own character. “You remind me of the sun,” he’d tell you, his tone light but sincere. “Warm and radiant, but with a fire that can burn those foolish enough to test it.”

𖤓 He would adore the moments when you trusted him enough to let your guard down. If you ever transformed into your dragon form in his presence, Glorfindel would be the first to marvel openly. “Every time I see you like this, I feel as though I’m witnessing something out of the First Age,” he’d say, his voice full of awe. “It makes me want to do something reckless, like take to the skies with you.”

𖤓 And should you ever feel the weight of your dual existence, Glorfindel would be there to comfort you, his touch gentle as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You are not alone in this,” he’d promise, his voice soft but firm. “You are not too much, nor are you too different. You are simply… you. And that is more than enough.”

𖤓 Glorfindel would thrive on quiet, affectionate moments with you. If you allowed him to rest his head against your scales or curl up beside you in your dragon form, he would be overjoyed, treating it as the highest honor. “This,” he’d murmur, his voice heavy with contentment, “is where I am happiest—beside you, whether you walk as elf or soar as dragon.”

𖤓“You know,” he’d tease, his golden hair brushing against your cheek as he leaned close, “it’s not fair how radiant you are. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you’re here?”

𖤓 At times, his playful nature might lead to moments of giddy excitement. If he caught sight of you preparing to take flight, he’d call out, “Wait for me!” before racing after you, his laughter echoing through the valley. And if you ever let him ride upon your back in dragon form, he would be absolutely elated. “This is it!” he’d shout, arms outstretched as you soared. “This is the greatest moment of my life!”

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🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

Legolas First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

𖧧 Legolas, with his keen senses and the ever-present curiosity of youth (despite his age), would sense your presence long before seeing you. As you emerged in your dragon form, he would freeze—not out of fear, but sheer wonder. His sharp eyes would drink in every detail: the glint of scales in the light, the sheer power and grace in your movements, and the commanding presence that spoke of ancient times.

𖧧 “By the stars…” he’d whisper under his breath, a touch of awe creeping into his tone. Unlike most, who might reach for their weapons or flee, Legolas would take a cautious step forward, his bow lowered but ready, just in case. He wouldn’t see you as a threat outright—he would trust his instincts, which told him you meant no harm.

𖧧 “I have seen many wonders in my time,” he would murmur, loud enough for you to hear. “But none as magnificent as this.” His voice would carry a note of reverence, but also unguarded curiosity. He’d tilt his head slightly, the way he does when speaking to a creature of the forest. “Are you friend or foe, great one? Do you speak, or is your story told in another way?”

𖧧 If you revealed no hostility, Legolas would relax almost immediately, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He’d step closer with the silent grace of his kind, his posture neither submissive nor domineering but curious and open. “I do not think you are here to harm us. Not with eyes like those,” he’d say softly, his sharp gaze meeting yours without hesitation.

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Learning You Are the Dragon

𖧧 When Legolas discovers that you are the dragon—whether through transformation or explanation—he would be utterly taken aback for a moment, his normally poised demeanor faltering into wide-eyed astonishment. “You… are both?” he’d ask, his voice tinged with wonder and disbelief. He’d blink rapidly, as if trying to process this entirely new concept.

𖧧 “You are unlike any being I have ever encountered,” he’d finally say, his expression softening into admiration. There would be no fear in him, only a deep sense of respect and fascination. “Both elf and dragon… You walk in two worlds, yet belong fully to neither. It must be a path both extraordinary and lonely.”

𖧧 Legolas would not hesitate to pepper you with questions, though his voice would remain gentle. “How does it feel, to fly as they do? Do you think as an elf in that form, or does the dragon’s mind take over?” He’d grow quiet for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours. “Do you… feel at peace? Or is it a burden, to carry such power within you?”

𖧧 His natural warmth and optimism would quickly shine through, however, as he’d grin and say, “I would very much like to see you fly. I imagine it would make even the Great Eagles jealous.”

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Legolas’ Reaction to Your Protective Nature

𖧧 Your fierce protectiveness, whether toward your dragon self or a dragon companion, would resonate deeply with Legolas. As someone who holds an unshakable bond with the natural world and values loyalty above all, he would admire your devotion without question. “It is no small thing, to care so deeply,” he’d say, his tone almost reverent. “Dragons are beings of great power, but also of great vulnerability. Few would understand that as you do.”

𖧧 If your protectiveness ever led you to act recklessly, Legolas might gently try to temper it. “Your heart is noble,” he’d say, his voice quiet but firm. “But even the strongest must be cautious, lest their love for another blinds them to danger. The one you protect would not wish to see you harmed.”

𖧧 He’d also empathize with the loneliness that might come with your bond or dual nature. “I know what it is to feel out of place,” he’d say softly. “To walk among those who cannot truly understand what lies in your heart. But you are not alone, meleth nîn. I see you for who you are, and I think… you are wondrous.”

𖧧 Legolas’ Ongoing Fascination with You. Over time, Legolas would come to admire not just your power, but the person beneath it. He would delight in learning about your experiences and how you view the world from both perspectives. “The trees must speak to you differently when you walk as a dragon,” he’d muse one day, his head tilted thoughtfully. “Do they sing to you, as they do to me? Or do they fall silent in awe?”

𖧧 His natural sense of wonder and curiosity would make him an eager companion, always asking questions and marveling at your abilities. However, he’d also recognize when you needed space, giving you the freedom to retreat when the weight of your dual nature grew heavy.

𖧧 Whenever you transformed into your dragon form, Legolas would watch with unrestrained awe, his eyes alight with admiration. “It is as if the stars themselves lent you their power,” he’d say softly, his voice tinged with reverence. “You are magnificent, meleth nîn. Do not let anyone, not even yourself, convince you otherwise.”

𖧧 And if anyone dared to question or challenge your bond with your dragon self, Legolas would step forward without hesitation, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his knife. “You may not understand,” he’d say calmly, his blue eyes glinting with steely resolve. “But that does not give you the right to judge. Their bond is a gift, not a curse.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ꕤ ၄၃ ꕤ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Legolas’ Growing Bond with You

𖧧 When Legolas first learns that you are bonded with a dragon—or can even transform into one—his reaction would be a mixture of awe and curiosity, but not quite the cautious, composed nature of his father, Thranduil. He is still an elf, with all the wisdom and grace of his kind, but his approach is more gentle, more open-hearted, and full of genuine intrigue.

𖧧 If he first meets you in your dragon form, his reaction would be one of a quiet kind of reverence. He may not immediately speak, but his gaze would be wide, tracing every scale, every movement, with deep fascination. “By the Valar, such a being,” he might whisper under his breath, though his voice would lack fear. For Legolas, dragons are powerful creatures, and the sight of you in your true form would remind him of the ancient forces that shaped Middle-earth. Yet, his sense of awe would not diminish the warmth of his heart toward you.

𖧧 “I never thought I would live to see a dragon in this age,” he might say, his voice both calm and intrigued. “But if you are as magnificent in heart as you are in body, I can see why fate has brought you here.” Unlike the cautious stance of others, Legolas would not shy away, but approach with a calm and sincere curiosity.

𖧧 When Legolas learns you are bonded with the dragon, his wonder grows. He would view the bond between you and the creature as something akin to the bond elves share with nature, an understanding that transcends mere words. He would be fascinated by the depths of loyalty and protection between you two, though it would tug at something within him, too—an unspoken desire to know that kind of loyalty himself.

𖧧 yet, as an elf who has seen the destructive potential of both power and loyalty, Legolas might also voice a concern, albeit gently. “Be careful, Mellon nîn,” he would say with a soft but earnest edge to his words. “There is a fine line between strength and recklessness. Even a dragon must be tempered with wisdom.” He would be concerned not because he doubts your intentions, but because of how fiercely you protect your dragon side or companion.

𖧧 Despite his occasional caution, Legolas would quickly come to value your protection not just of the dragon but of those you love, including him. It would remind him of his own protective instincts toward his companions, and the fierce loyalty he feels toward those who are dear to him. “It is not just strength that makes one noble,” he would tell you softly, “but the wisdom to wield that strength when it is truly needed.”

𖧧 As the two of you spend more time together, Legolas’ affection toward you would grow in quiet, subtle ways. He might not always express his feelings with grand gestures, but his actions would speak volumes. If he sees you quietly sitting by yourself, he would move to sit beside you, always keeping a respectful distance but close enough that the air between you hums with the warmth of his presence. His touch, when it comes, would be light, a brush of his hand on yours or a fleeting touch of his fingers on your arm.

𖧧 His eyes would often seek yours in moments of silence, a soft smile curling on his lips when your gaze meets his. “I find peace in your company,” he might admit one evening, after hours of walking through the woods or sharing a quiet meal, his words spoken softly but with sincerity.

𖧧 He might also find joy in sharing small moments with you—little things that show his growing affection. If you were to show him something meaningful to you, be it a stone, a flower, or a small trinket from your travels, Legolas would appreciate it deeply, always eager to examine it with you, asking questions, listening intently. “A gift from your homeland?” he might ask, genuinely interested, his voice full of admiration.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ꕤ ၄၃ ꕤ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

[merakiui]

feet fic gave me a good chortle… and the twisted wonderland reference too!!!! made me feel like that one meme that has the guy pointing with his jaw dropped.

but also the way azul’s so quick to give u a foot rub… i wonder if he knew the whole time ꉂ(≧▽≦) can’t help but imagine him orchestrating it to get a glance at the tantalizing toes… but also the idea is just so funny if he planned it bc it DID come at a price… just not a monetary one (“sincerity” my ass… but personally i’d be very happy not to pay money!)

imagine u say nothing tho… he’s just massaging & then u hear him breathing heavily like he’s trying his best not to pass out (人❛ᴗ❛) i’m not into feet but BOY am i into azul being so hard he’s gonna faint

- sincerely, lionfish anon (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

LIONFISH!!!! HIIIIII!!! ( ^ω^ ) hehehehehehe I’m very happy it could give you a chortle. I want to improve my comedy/humor writing, so writing that fic was a good opportunity to do so. It’s just absurd enough to be mindlessly silly. <3 I hate having to admit it, but that twst reference came so easy to me LOL. Just flowed right out of my fingertips while I was typing. ^^;;; that meme perfectly encapsulates that reference hehe.

Azul… I know what you are. 👁️ 👁️ (a foot lover) he saw his opportunity and took it, but unfortunately this reader is not the shoujo romance protagonist type. They’re just trying to survive Crowley’s (lack of) kindness and generosity. It’s rough out here in magical anime boy academy. >_< the tako tax can be quite high, so thankfully Azul was too horny to think about scamming you. <3 he’s so nice teehee (delusion).

AAAAAAA THAT’S EXACTLY THE APPEAL!!!!!! I’m very into Azul being an absolute pathetic loser. Someone on ao3 wrote a comment suggesting another part where you give him a footjob and methinks this is essential to continuing the Feet Fic Lore……. bullying Azul while giving him a footjob and embarrassingly enough it’s the hardest and fastest he’s ever cum in his life. He’s crying real tears,,, ink dribbling from his lips and everything. WHINING AND WHIMPERING!!!!! Speedrun to turn him into a clumsy octopus.

The heavy breathing, too……. shaking hands. A very obvious tent in his trousers. He’s so dizzy with arousal. LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think if he peels your (stained with his cum) socks off it’s over for him. He’s passing out because the toes really are that tantalizing. He was the one to pick out which color nail polish they would be painted,,, it’s all curated for his fetish. Greedy, hungry tako. Σ（・□・；）I need to gnaw on him…

[holopheernes]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ esse foi um pedido desafiador!! embora eu tenha adorado profundamente exercitar a criatividade mexendo com diferentes efeitos e colorações, refiz a capa duas (!!!) vezes e, no final, só torci pra que ficasse bom kkkkkk.

🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ♡ɞ ˚₊ ✧ ﾟ 🕊

horror cósmico, um clássico! a capa sofreu algumas inspirações drásticas: esse poster de metrópolis (muito por conta da sinopse da história), esse fancover incrível de the witch (que também combina demaais com a lore) e, por último, esse poster de the lighthouse. realmente, as inspirações (já que eu fui bem tímida com medo de perder total a linha) foram muitas, mas no final acho que deu certinho! tá sendo uma experiência super divertida experimentar entre gêneros e estéticas diferentes.

imagem original aqui. infelizmente não achei o artista :(

[lu-dao-writes]

𑁍 (𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏), ♱ (𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝), ཐིཋྀ (𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠), ꕤ (𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔)

𐙚 Mhin 🪶⊱⋅•⋅

Watch That Mouth (Mhin x Reader) ཐིཋྀ

Omega Mhin Headcanons 𑁍 ♱ ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

To Trust (Mhin x Kuras) 𑁍 ♱ ཐིཋྀ

A Forgotten Song (Leander & Mhin)♱

Benefits (Mhin x Wei)(TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

An Angel, A Fox, & A Hunter (Kuras x Vere x Mhin) (TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

Mhin the Cuddler (Mhin x Wei) (Available on Ao3) ཐིཋྀ 𑁍

𐙚 Kuras 🪽⊱⋅•⋅

We’re Even (Kuras x Reader + Vere) ♱

Omega Kuras Headcanons 𑁍 ♱ ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

To Trust (Mhin x Kuras) 𑁍 ♱ ཐིཋྀ

An Angel, A Fox, & A Hunter (Kuras x Vere x Mhin) (TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

The Doctor & His Trusted Assistant (Kuras x Ais) (TSBW24 Event) 𑁍 ♱ ཐིཋྀ

Hate You to Death (Kuras x Vere)(TSBW24 Event) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Vere 🦊 ⊱⋅•⋅

We’re Even (Kuras x Reader + Vere) ♱

Omega Vere Headcanons 𑁍 ཐིཋྀ ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

Complicated (Ais x Reader x Vere) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

Beggin’ (Vere x Xiao)(TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

An Angel, A Fox, & A Hunter (Kuras x Vere x Mhin) (TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

Hate You to Death (Kuras x Vere)(TSBW24 Event) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Ais 👹 ⊱⋅•⋅

Flowers of Lust (Ais x Reader x Leander) ཐིཋྀ ꕤ

Omega Ais Headcanons 𑁍 ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

Complicated (Ais x Reader x Vere) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

The Demon & The Mage (Ais x Leander)(TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

The Doctor & His Trusted Assistant (Kuras x Ais)(TSBW24 Event) 𑁍 ♱ ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Leander 🎭 ⊱⋅•⋅

Flowers of Lust (Ais x Reader x Leander) ཐིཋྀ

Omega Leander Headcanons 𑁍 ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

A Forgotten Song (Leander & Mhin)♱

Touch Me (Leander x Reader) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

The Demon & The Mage (Ais x Leander) (TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Elyon🪻 ⊱⋅•⋅

Him, My Muse (Elyon x Reader)(TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Extra 🥀 ⊱⋅•⋅

The Cursed Oracle (Self-Insert Lore) (Susceptible to change) ♱

Birthday Artwork (Featuring Kuras and Fox!Vere) 𑁍

Survival Instincts (Oc fic)

Touchstarved Kinktober 2024 ཐིཋྀ

[shibaincubus]

2024 wrapped

The year has come to an end Shibain

It's time to celebrate your year in life!

Before you enter in a new era. ya ꩜.ᐟ

» Click me (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

⋘ 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂��𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈...⋙

⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ /) /) (｡•ㅅ•｡)〝₎₎ 「✦Categories✦ . .╭∪─∪────────── ✦ ⁺. . .┊ Top 3 accomplishments ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ . .┊ What I manifested ࣪ ִֶָ☾.⭒ . .┊Life lessons 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐ . .┊Mindset shifts ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊 🪼˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚. . .┊Quotes ⋆˚🐾˖° ╰───────────── ✦ ⁺. ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚

───── ⋆⋅𑁍ࠬܓ ⋅⋆ ─────────── ⋘ 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 ! 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐… ⋙ ╭──────────.♯..─╮ ╰─..♯.──────────╯

/) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ♡ /づ づ (Success) ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

Top 3 accomplishments ˙✧˖°📷 ⋆｡˚꩜

Not in order tho

A lot of revelations have been made and I pondered a lot.

Accomplishments incoming ...

🎀Milestones in my rich girl era ⋆ ˚ᯓ★ ˚⋆

I experienced the rich life literally for 3 months. It gave me a lot of insights in the mindset and made my goal more attainable it gave me direction for success.

🎀Healed mindset/ᐠ - ˕ -マ

In this year I archived a new mindset like I healed all the work done ya

🎀Healthy era˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

So I never struggled with food perse but my health awareness in all areas got high like sleep; No cravings; posture improvement etc. like everything got better and health is wealth ya

What I manifested ──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !!

/___/\ ꒰ ˶• ༝ - ˶꒱ ./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.~♡︎ Safe --Affirm--Success bang˚✩

So I'm lowkey kinda new to manifesting but there are some things that I have manifested this year

💝Being healthy✩˚｡⊹୨୧⊹｡˚✩

Like I swear I did not have a fewer or anything this year like the only thing I had was a stuffed nose for a few days at the beginning of the year

💝Rich era ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

I manifested the opportunities to get to know the other side. It was lowkey luck -acc manifested-

Life lessons ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ

✨Networking is quite literally everything໒꒰ྀི ꒱ྀི১

Don't get me started on it; like grades count for success but if you are just school smart and don't have enough charisma the genius ideas will not be seen as much & popularised as being just charismatic.

It's 80/20 rule with good grades +/- it's 80% but Charisma is the 20% ya

✨ You are not meant for everyone૮꒰っ˕ -｡꒱აᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Some people like you and some don't. Trying to get everyone to like you is a recipe for disaster. It's giving people pleasing. It's giving social burn out ya. Not everyone has to know everything bout you they will not like you more. Focus on yourself and attract the right people.

Tbh I'm grateful that I'm out of this era tho *success and delight*

Mindset shifts: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊𖦹ִ ࣪

🦋Fix the mindset and the actions will come ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡°

The mindset is lowkey underrated when it comes to changing your habits. You have to ask why -> EX. Why do I always procrastinate -> Answer -> Why (Answer): Then you acc come to the source and can destroy the problem like It's a form of shadow work

🦋Abandonment of the past⋆.୨ৎ˚⋆ᰔ⁺•୨ৎ"⋆

The past doesn't matter. It's not real. Lowkey humans are bad at memories and your feelings can impact it sm. Don't let the past define the future. The future can be manipulated and the past is like the past -> Things that happened 5 years ago or today won't matter in 5 years so they don't matter today

Quotes𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Quotes to end this chapter in my life

I'm just a girl in this world fweeee(>؂ •́)ᕗ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ૮ ˃̶͈ 𐃷 ˂̶͈ ྀིა 2025 will be my year ૮ ˃̶͈ 𐃷 ˂̶͈ ྀིა sprinkling sillyness and happyness ya ૮ ˃̶͈ 𐃷 ˂̶͈ ྀིა My heart is full of dreams ya

That's it 2024 was a great year and 2025 will be too. All the lore that'll be collected next year ya s-tier ; s-tier ; s-tier 🌨️🫧

Manifesting a great year for every girlie girl fweee

Thank you sm for 230+ followers ya I love you alll˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

[relaxtimestwo]

March 7th ꕤ Witch Hat Atelier AU (part 2) ⊹₊ ⋆

Finally finished March's character sheet for this AU! ε-(´∀｀; )

For more context, I made a sheet for Dan Heng here! All this might make more sense after reading that.

More on March 7th's AU lore under the cut ⁀➷

While investigating rumors of eternal, never-melting ice forming inside a cave, Himeko finds a pink-haired young woman covered in magical seals inside one of the icy structures. She doesn't recognise the sigils, but she is certain that it is forbidden magic. Using her buzz saw contraption, Himeko carefully carves out the ice. To her surprise, the magical seals on the young woman's skin quickly fade and disappear as soon as the ice is removed. She takes the unconscious young woman back to the Express.

The young woman awakens with no memories and is completely unfamiliar with magic as a concept, which is strange since even non-witches are aware and even rely on witches and their magic. Though this could be simple amnesia, there is a possibility that she might have been a user or victim of forbidden magic. Or worse, a criminal who had been sentenced to memory erasure by the Knights Moralis.

Unable to remember anything, the young woman decides to carve out a new identity as the Astral Express's second apprentice. She names herself 'March 7th' after the day she awoke.

Despite her lack of memories, March quick to grasp the basics of magic. Catching up to Dan Heng in no time at all. She enjoys making sculptures with her special homemade spell she calls "Six-Phased Ice". Himeko has pointed out that the sigil in the spell looks identical to the ones all over March's body when she found her.

[kousangel]

dr. stone self ships જ⁀➴ ♡

required lore (..◜ᴗ◝..)

i'm american, so i was unpetrified in america, just due to the lack of manpower. i mean it's not like senku saw me and was like "you're super strong", he saw me and was like "omg a person who's fully intact." however, as soon as i was unpetrified, the kingdom of science was trying to talk to me in english. we both knew they were doing bad. there was a very clear language barrier. i couldn't tell what accent they had (i can never tell accents) until they started speaking japanese to each other. when i got petrified, i had just become fluent in japanese, so i spoke japanese to them, and then i became the english-japanese-spanish(sorta) translator for the kingdom of science!

disclaimer: i am unfortunately not fluent in japanese. i thought it'd be fitting because i am learning it and do hope to become at least semi fluent in it!!

senku ishigami ദ്ദി(⎚_⎚)

how we met ୨ৎ

as soon as i got revived, senku put me to work, of course. i stayed on the boat with them because i now had a pretty important role. i would communicate with the american team pretty often. me and senku were often left communicating to them, of course since he was the leader. i became a part of a bunch of the important planning, sitting with senku and the others. i grew close with senku, often spending my free time in the lab with him, watching him work and chatting with him. i'd help him learn english, and many nights we'd end up staying up a little later than planned because it was the only free time we'd have to teach him english. eventually, he got a bit better at english, but he'd always say he still needed me as the translator. i was the american one. it was completely logical to me at the time. we kept getting closer and closer and i realized he wasn't keeping me as translator just because i was the only one who spoke perfect english. he could speak it pretty well at this point, with my help. he was keeping me as translator because he enjoyed my company. he fell for me, and i fell for him.

ryusui nanami (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

how we met ୨ৎ

i knew of ryusui even before i was revived, so to see him so close and in reach as soon as i woke up was a great shock to me. i mean, really hot business heir known for being obsessed with boats explaining everything to me in very broken english was insane. i definitely heard only half of what he said. and then, i start speaking japanese to them. he is immediately telling senku i'm to be their translator. obviously i agreed, not like i really had a choice though. i was usually with senku while translating, but ryusui would be around. after getting over myself and realizing the situation, realizing that status is hardly a thing anymore, i got a bit closer to ryusui. i'd spend time with him when everyone was asleep and he was still hard at work steering perseus. i'd keep him company, let him rant to me about sailing and a sailor's instincts. more so during our alone time, i'd come to admire him as a person. he really is a good guy, he's just also very greedy and spoiled. i still love him despite that, because on those nights i'm with him, keeping him company, i see a side of him he doesn't even show to francois. i see the ryusui behind the money and the greed. that's why i fell in love with him (and his muscles oh my god have you seen his muscles i could eat them).

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[sunribs]

the god complexes reinin gain through the growth & development of their power & energy is not thoroughly studied. in fact, they are considered incredibly arrogant species, but the reason they became so arrogant is because when they grow in power, they become much more attune to the spiritual energy around them, distanced from their physicality. for example, yukari, after she kills her father who is known as one of the strongest reinin alive, starts to develop a god complex that starts to envelope her when she uses that mass of energy she accumulated to kill her father. unfortunately, it is inevitable, but those who do regulate their growth can stave off the effect it has on their mind & emotions.

[teabeexo]

𝚃𝚎𝚊'𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊

☘︎ ↳ ❝ I had a dream that the sun in the sky

Was feelin' so lonely, he started to cry

The rain on our window kept us inside

All of the morning, and into the night... ❞

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

❝ Alone in my dream room, I want to love you... ❞ - "Man on the Moon" By Zella Day

𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍

☘︎ The Basics ☘︎

Age(s): Step 1 - 10, Step 2 - 14, Step 3 - 18, Step 4 - 22

Birthday: December 17

Gender: Female (she/her)

Nationality: French

Height: 5'4"

Significant Other: Dante Rhodes (belonging to @captian-insecure)

Role: Side character in my OL:NF universe.

☘︎ Lore (past) ☘︎

Sonia Linwood was born in Nice, France on December 17th to her parents Baptiste and Sabine Linwood. She has four elder brothers: Jude, Beau, Raoul, and Quincy. She grew up primarily speaking French among her family and peers, but would catch some English from the occasional tourist in her mother's bakery. She spent most of her early childhood snoozing in the warmth of a patterned hammock or listening to her brothers' prattle about their school adventures.

This monotonous comfort would change whenever her family, alongside her extended relatives (including her aunts, cousins, and grandparents), moved to Oregon. Namely, the beloved Golden Grove. However, unlike her cousins Mina and Maël, she didn't live in a small cul-de-sac. Her house ended up on a hill about ten minutes away from them. Like all the houses in the town, her abode was hugged by blushing leaves and whispering briars.

She completed fifth grade at the same school as her cousins but wasn't in Mrs. Murray's class -- not that it made much of a difference to her. After the move, Sonia and her cousins drifted slightly. They lived farther apart now, had different classes, and new social groups. Sonia could already see how close the two were with their new friends. She wasn't going to try to wedge herself between that.

Instead, she made new friends, too. Despite lacking some significant English vocabulary, Sonia was very easy to talk to. She attracted friends as easily as she deflected them. Her mother liked to call Sonia a social butterfly. But she preferred the term 'a social paper bag'. Butterflies choose where they fly, purposefully picking the most beautiful of flowers. They select their meals with careful consideration. But that was not Sonia. She went where she was beckoned, by whatever beckoned her. She followed the current of socialization like a paper bag that flies away in the ripples of the wind. Sometimes they got stuck in nooks and crannies, but they usually found their ways out. That was Sonia.

She didn't really develop a consistent social group until she was fourteen, whenever she and Mina reconnected. Through Mina, she met Tamarack -- whom she had only previously known as Mina's good friend. Sonia also established strong bonds with Mina's other friends: Diana, Maxine, and Rex.

Though, at times it was hard to really say they were her 'friend group'. Sonia still sat and chatted with whoever she pleased, though most often she chose them. The paper bag couldn't be tied down. Not yet.

Whenever she was roughly fifteen, Sonia was officially diagnosed with Narcolepsy. From that point, she started taking the necessary measures to make sure it didn't impede her daily life too much. She doesn't often bring it up but is open about the diagnosis if asked.

During her later teenage years, Sonia began learning how to embrace her own style, and opened herself up to the world of romance. During her adolescent years, the concept hadn't interested her much, despite a handful of individuals expressing their interest in her. She'd seen the emotional turmoil of those around her. She wasn't keen on replicating it for herself.

She dated around a bit, but nothing ever stuck. Nothing seemed to click. Flings were boring while they lasted, and though the physical intimacy was moderately satisfying, she didn't feel as though anyone was truly seeing her.

Not until she met Dante, anyhow. They'd briefly glimpsed each other in passing before, but nothing was pursued until a link-up between mutual friends. The relationship moved faster than anything Sonia had experienced before -- much to her delight. She was certainly enraptured by his love of music, but it was his demeanor and empathy that ultimately stole her heart.

'Spiny on the outside, mushy on the inside'. That's how she first described him to her brothers and parents.

And upon meeting him, they didn't need much more convincing.

☘︎ Lore (present/ongoing) ☘︎

Following the solidification of their relationship, the two got a small apartment together -- where they live in present. Dante is still pursuing his music, waiting in anticipation for his girlfriend to come home from another of her late-night shifts at the hospital she does part-time work for. Time together is sporadic, but they treasure what they do have of it.

Sonia has been affectionately dubbed 'Sleepy' by Dante, which she wholeheartedly lives up to by dozing off whenever they're even slightly comfortable.

Her social presence narrows as well, as she become more devoted to certain friendships rather than floating between cliques. She maintains strong contact with her cousins, often trying to arrange times to meet up. Even with Vérène, who lives all the way in California, is among her closest confidants. She doesn't see Rex, Diana, or Maxine, as often -- but chats over phone aren't uncommon.

On her days alone, Sonia likes to use watercolor sometimes, often depicting the fields of landscape of France or a saturated scene from one of her dreams. She has also found herself collecting quite the abundance of unique, noisy windchimes to decorate her porch with (much to Dante's chagrin). But of course, the most common usage of her time is simply curling up on a sunlit armchair and sleeping the minutes away.

As she always has, Sonia takes life one thing at time. But now that she's an adult, things are a bit different. For once, being the paper bag stuck in a nook for a while doesn't seem so bad.

☘︎ Relationships ☘︎

Parents: Baptiste and Sabine Linwood

Siblings: Jude (M), Beau (M), Raoul (M), and Quincy (M)

Aunts: Opal and Sophie

Cousins: Vérène (F; child of Sophie), Mina (F; child of Opal), and Maël (M; child of Opal).

S/O: Dante Rhodes

Notable Friends: Tamarack Baumann, Rex (my OC), Diana (my OC), and Maxine (my OC), Dex and Christin (OCs of a friend, neither of them are mentioned above)

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

As you may have deduced, this is Sonia and Dante together!

Sonia headshot art. <33 (both art pieces were done by me)

☘︎ Epilogue (Artist/Author's notes) ☘︎

Hello, everyone! If you've gotten this far, thank you for reading! I hope that this was relatively satisfactory in answering any questions you had regarding Sonia. As always, if there's anything that I left unanswered, feel free to ask!

If I remember correctly, Sonia was first conceptualized in February of this year, in which I was actually building on a pre-existing character. She first only existed to be a counterpart to Dante, but I quickly got extremely attached to her design and she kept popping up over and over in my sketchbook. Ultimately, I made the choice to make Vérène and Sonia related -- which is what generally solidified her as an important character. Of course, that also branched out to include being related to Mina and Maël, to whom she lives more closely to and can interact more directly with.

Sonia herself is very much one of my comfort characters. Her design is extremely fun for me to draw and replicate. I also enjoy playing around with her because she's very flexible to fit in a multitude of scenarios.

As always, I encourage questions. I recognize that the format of this post doesn't really touch on her personality itself very much, so if you all would find a separate post about that interesting, I'll consider making something about that too.

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜

Spotify playlist: coming soon! (wip)

Moodboard: coming soon! (as soon as I figure out how to make one)

Pinterest Board: coming soon! (wip)

[dandorime]

HI IVE FOUND YOU ON TUMBLR BC I NEED TO KNOW

are you gonna come back to the "the only one who knows" fic QWQ

bc my heart has been beaten out of my soul and i simply must know

OH SHI- ∑(゜Д゜;) THEY FOUND ME (◎_◎ ; ) I'VE BEEN COMPROMISED ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

But for real, though, hi! I'm honored that you came all the way here to find me. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

I will in fact finish that fic, and the other one. I promise. The lore got really big in my head, and I'm struggling with that (and IRL stuff that's eating my time and sanity).

Want some spoilers while you wait? :3c

Actually, I'm really sorry, I couldn't think of any spoilers that would be interesting. ;w;

Thank you so much for reading! ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭

[sasashihearst]

(1) waking up in a completely different world ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

Before this fanfic story started , this story completely base on my own personal desire; self indulgence and bad grammar and wording;comedy comment and adding traditional that Genshin couldn’t put so i put my own pleasure to .And is based on my own oc so everything might’ve been occed but i will entirely focus on the lore and twist it , that all for you to know and most of my oc love list is mostly woman because i want to pamper and love them adding alot of fluffy things for them

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Coming from a class as well with an exhausting katana classes for an upcoming semester and competition that can bonus’s to my degree . In Japanese these schedules is hectic as hell to the point makes me wants to sleep from a bad headache that suddenly appeared on the right side of the back of my head as i try to sleep comfortably on the bed without shifting to not feeling like i have a cemented my head to something and having a distraction from someone snoring so loud making me could wish i have my own room. A few hours passed and listening to countless asmr that makes me feel secondhand embarrassment yet it sooth my heart that it was me WHO listen to it as I drift to the blissful silence

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Waking feeling something soft yet sharp poking at my nape making me wince but it’s more like me being dramatic to someone or something that making me wake up as i slowly flutters my eyelid slowly as i get use to my surroundings making me jump as i realise I don’t remember me sleeping outside nor in this new environment making me look around in a anxious manner. The most luscious emerald grass that is softly damp and press under me as i was staring at the most greenest leaf that was softly moving in a slow mo motion that was brutally attacked by the gently wind as i lay on the floor as flower surrounded me like a flower bed as i was too reminded that i was wearing a completely different attire than my own clothes. ‘At least I don’t look like I’m homeless in my own room anymore’ is what I thought but thinking again do i even have my own room? Even better . A house to live? But shook my head gently as i too have to wake up and sit up just like the wind that was softly encouraging me to wake up and see the beautiful scenery making me feel like I’m appreciated and loved in this place by no one particularly ‘how weird? I never felt more comfortable and warm in nature if anything I should be happy there’s no bug on me’ as i shiver at the thought a slimy bug on me.

Standing up too quickly isn’t a preferred approach as I quickly felt lightheaded and headache making me wobbly forced me to lean back on the trunk of the tree you see is because of Orthostatic hypotension — also called postural hypotension that’s caused by standing up too fast ‘why the hell am I thinking this??’ As i shook my head like I disturbed myself with this dumb information. Wanting to see myself and checking myself out in this new image , well I could tell the looks of it but wanting to see the full image make me have the energy to walk but with a grumble from my empty stomach make me rethink my decision a little bit on seeing myself. After walking a few hours every minutes feel like a knife been stabbing me every countless of me walking into nowhere as i saw a tree with a generous amount of fruit as i happy jogs there as my eyes have the delight expression ‘finally goodies’ I thought to myself as i try to quickly reach to grab it but every grunt and huffed i give I couldn’t reach with these heights making me groan in annoyance as i just look at it stupidly as i sat down on the bottoms of the tree trunk as i look at the few lakes away but with no energy forced me to stay put making me close my eyes suddenly feeling a cold air soothing my hot temperatured body. But as soon i open my eyes i can quite literally see a fruit dangling from the tree as if it was leaning to a child in a motherly way teasing them feeling confuse and overwhelmed thinking the tree would fall on me as i took the fruit as i suddenly have a nostalgic sense of memory as i look at it curiously

“Why does this fruit oddly familiar?” A pear like shape but the bottom being more wrinkly with pink shade with yellowish making my eyes wide as i now understand the familiar fruit ‘is a sunsettia!—‘ with this new information is now making more aware about where i am or particularly what universe i am in. Now I’m finally grasping this information it was like in cue everything seem like something happened like the bird and animal was chirping and howling as if a celebration was held in place, the scenery shining even more like they been bathing in the sun for years only to be shining even more with something else is like their are happy you can understand what is happening to you. Well chewing on the sunsettia which you understand it belong to a certain game but-but .but. Has the khaenri’ah incident occurred yes or no? Because it may be me being anxious and being a little tiny bit more like a psychopath if I didn’t say quote on quote where the blood curling monster roaming around or maybe like dead people?— okay don’t get me wrong i like this version none trauma and ptsd and cheerful scenery but then again is weird because it is hoyoverse style to make everything and everyone possible chance to have a trauma’s one way or another.

Feeling disturbed with this dumb thoughts i got up and left the tree alone going alone where the winds going. The lake. The beautiful scenery that make the lake look ethereal as the lake being surrounded by the lush landscape and some random wood bridge that’s somewhat like broken but nevertheless it added everything that this lake never needed. ‘What a beautiful sight’ looking around thinking there’s people nearby taking a guess from the bridge but nothing but i went to the lake just the edge of it just to see a glimpse of my reflection. An entire new look

I may be from Japanese but even so I’m still a woman? And i look like i came out from taisho era , an era that war and weird fashion combination exist with weird designs and colour and adding a extra hat, yeah that era. Long sleeve white button shirt adding a layer of black blank line kimono and a colour beige hakama with ending the hakama like a bow tie appearance with another white ish beige haori. In Japanese these is suitable for a man but I’m a woman I’m afraid but i do like the hakama and right i wore a wooden geta is no wonder it added my heights but then as i look at the lake again i saw a small accessory adorned on my head as i saw a small star clipped on my hair thinking nothing of it as I still have my glass with me. And wait isn’t this entire fiasco my dream? Trying to make one of those dramatic cutscenes where the mc randomly getting an item out of nowhere; my big wide sleeves? No, i close my eyes and start to imagine something on my hand thinking i what i think would appear when i open my eyes is there? Nope, what about raiden style? Again nothing, maybe trying a new way by going through my kimono layers in those x position and going through it as I thought maybe my hand crafted umbrella that has a beautiful design and…. It work surprisingly fine let’s be honest is like raiden style of way getting her sword 1001 ways. “I’m like a damn wizard or magician at this point” opening the beautiful umbrella that originated from Japanese style and era as i walk along the tree having such a time like I’m of those cliche moments in the past few years before the incident going to occur ‘okay stop talking like that or else you’re going to jinxed my happy time here’ i mean technically i could also imagine of me having a mythical animal ear….*smirk*

But even so a dream don’t last long even the nights and terrible nights as I could hear a familiar noise coming from a small looking box buzzing as i look to the side still in my outside outfit wincing at the brightness shining to my face as i groan in my dozing sleep as i have to reluctantly have to get up and get ready for another day “I suppose the dream can wait” oh they will wait for you because even if teyvat universe age is younger than you might think they can wait for eternity as the time go longer and farther you can see

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°˖ ʚ🍓ɞ ˖°

For those whose wondering, this account is from kanasashi more over my oc name kunikanasashi hearst is her full name for the story the background is simple for her; she originated from Japanese and she involves with teyvat because she plays the game to escape from the real world from mere pressure she gotten from high achiever and sport katana so she use the chances she get to play but rarely. She has a friend name esther chuumi; my friend oc, a male both have a fluffy relationship with chuumi looking up kunikanasashi and wanting to be like her someday nonetheless is like mother and son relationships. Some habit being the same, copying others action or something similar just like a family would have. Chuumi doesn’t have a family or blood relatives so he often seen live alone; an orphanage background

How did chuumi oc get into kunikanasashi dream? I have no entirely no clue