#Constellation Connections || Other's Muses

[hopeful-hugz]

Fusions

PICREW

@mundanemiseries - Hope and Joel (since he’s the only one I have a ref for)

@abstractreign - Hope and Requiem

@pureposer - Rune and Haz

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: SteveHarringtonxReader

Request: Steve Harrington, you, and a camera. That's all. Do with that what you will. 😉

18+ Only

Click

Steve peeked at you, opening one eye, his hand coming up to his forehead, creating a visor to shield his sight from the sun coming through the window. You grinned down at him, lifting your camera once again. 

Click

“Angel, what are you doing?” he groaned, bringing his other hand up, covering his face. 

“I was watching you sleep and you just looked so beautiful,” you explained, the camera in one hand as your other hand toyed with his hair, messy but still perfect, golden highlights shooting through it in the sun. “The sun was hitting you just right and come on, with that jawline, it would be a crime not to photograph you, baby. You were made for the camera.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head, running those massive hands across his face with a yawn, that perfect jaw dropping slowly. You lifted the camera again, a gift from your dad, a new toy you couldn’t stop playing with, photographing everything. But your favorite subject was definitely your boyfriend. Steve was absolute perfection. 

Just as you were going to click the shutter, one of those large hands covered yours, stopping you. He took the camera from you, bringing it up to his eye and snapping a photo of you. You instantly tilted your head down, allowing your hair to cover your face. 

“Oh what?” he teased. “You can take all the pictures of me you want but you don’t want to be the subject?”

“Well, it’s my camera,” you told him, tracing over the freckles that dotted his chest, your own little constellations that you loved to play connect the dots with. 

“Well, you’re mine so I think that makes this camera mine too,” Steve mused, propping himself up on his elbows. “In fact, this camera just gave me an idea.”

“And what’s that?”

He sat up, brushing your hair back over your shoulder. His hand rested on the small of your back, lips brushing over your throat, to the hollow just below your ear as he whispered, “You have all these pictures of me. It seems only fair that I get to have some pictures of you. Maybe we should do a little photoshoot.”

You pressed your lips together, suppressing a grin, “And are you the photographer?”

“Obviously.” His fingers tickled the skin of your arms, featherlight as they ran along each one. Then they were on your thighs, firmer now, his whole hand spread across your skin, moving up over your hip, your stomach, in between your breasts, pressing you back onto the bed. He raised up to his knees, towering over you, camera in hand as you smiled softly up at him, stretching your arms up over your head.

Click

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, thumb running along your cheek. He rose from the bed, going to stand at the end and you rolled onto your stomach, your hair flipping over to one side as you gazed at him from under your lashes. “That’s perfect.”

Click

“Now crawl to me, pretty girl,” he urged. 

You obeyed, rising to your hands and knees, slowly crawling over the bed toward him, your eyes focused on him the whole time, surprised by how much this little game was turning you on. Your center was throbbing with desire, sticky need between your legs, eager for him. 

Click

“You are so beautiful, angel. Lie back and spread your legs for me.” You listened, eager to please, even more eager for his hands to be on you, devouring you the way his eyes were right now. You laid back, head on the pillows, slowly splaying your legs apart on either side of you as he gave his next directive. “Touch yourself, baby. I want to watch you get yourself all worked up for me.”

You decided to tease him the way he was teasing you with all these commands. Your fingers danced over your chest, tapping at your collarbone as you made your way to your breasts. Cupping them, you squeezed, pressing them together, giving Steve an eyeful. 

Click

A small smile played at your lips, enjoying this game, how much he was enjoying this game. You pinched your nipples, a soft gasp falling from your lips as your mouth dropped open, your hips rocking gently in response to the sensations you were creating in your own body. 

Click

“That’s it, angel,” he urged as your hand slid down along your stomach to the curly thatch of hair between your legs. You moaned deeply, fingers slipping through your damp folds, finding your clit. “That’s a good girl.”

Your neck arched as you circled the sensitive little bud, gasping out Steve’s name, the way you always did when you touched yourself, imagining it was his fingers between your legs instead. Making a V with two of them, you ran them along each side, teasing yourself, slowly working yourself up, wanting to make this moment last.

Click

“Fuck yourself, pretty girl. Come on. Put those fingers inside and find that little place I always find.”

“Steve…” you groaned, fingers slipping down to enter yourself, pressing, curling, the way he always did. Your body bucked when you hit that little spot. “Fuck!”

Click

“That’s it, isn’t it, angel?”

You nodded, teeth biting into your bottom lip, words impossible now as you gasped, writhing on the bed. Your hips rocked against your own hand and you brought your other hand down, continuing to tease your clit as you pumped your fingers within yourself. 

“Is this what you do when you’re all alone, baby? Do you imagine it’s my fingers touching you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, “but it’s never enough Steve…your fingers are so big and mine…it’s never like when you do it…”

You felt the bed dip with his weight as he placed one knee and then the other on the mattress, making his way up to you. Those hands, hands you dreamed about, hands you fantasized about, hands that could send you to another plane of existence, covered yours, removing them. 

“Then let me take over, baby,” he commanded and you were more than happy to obey. 

Steve pressed two fingers into you, stretching you in a way you never could and your back arched, crying out at the sensation. 

Click

“Is that what you wanted, angel?”

“Yes, Jesus Christ, yes Steve,” you groaned, hands coming above your head, gripping onto the headboard. 

You cried out as his thumb joined in, teasing your clit. Those fingers curved, hitting that spot once again and your hips flew off the mattress, bucking against him desperately, desire raging through your body, the relief of release so close you could taste it. 

“You look so goddamn beautiful like this,” he told you, “when you’re all needy and helpless beneath me.”

Click

Your eyes rolled up into your head, heels digging into the mattress, knuckles white as you held the headboard for dear life. That familiar tightening began in your belly, letting you know you were close and Steve groaned softly as he felt your pussy spasming around his fingers. 

“Fuck, angel, you’re close aren’t you? Come on, pretty girl. Cum all over my hand. I want a picture of that face when you lose control.”

Sounds you couldn’t explain, sounds you didn’t even know your body was capable of, fell from your lips as your ground against his hand, your body seeking release. Steve’s thumb moved over your clit, sending shockwaves through your body that had your muscles trembling, skin rippling along the surface. Your breath came in heaving gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly as you crashed through the surface, crying out his name, trembling uncontrollably. 

Click

Your eyes slipped closed, soft inhales and exhales as your body came down from its high. You felt Steve’s fingers as they trailed up your body, his lips pressing soft kisses to your hip, your stomach, between your breasts, and finally your lips. You tangled your fingers in his messy hair, and then pressed your hands against his chest, pushing him over onto his back, straddling his hips and snatching the camera. 

“My turn,” you grinned, lowering yourself over his stiff cock, relishing the way his mouth dropped open, eyes hooded with lust and pleasure. 

Click

Steve’s hands gripped your hips, completely covering them, fingertips pressing into your skin as he rocked his hips with you. His eyes moved along the line of your body to where you connected, watching as he slid inside you over and over. 

Click

Using your knees, you lifted just slightly, rocking your body back and forth, his pelvis grinding deliciously against your clit, the friction causing your eyes to close for a moment, losing yourself in the feel of him buried deep within you. You circled, sending your hips around and around, squeaking when his cock hit that space within you once again. 

“Yes angel. Fuck baby. Just like that,” Steve grunted from beneath you, his head falling back against the pillow, jaw dropped, mouth open, eyes falling shut.

Click

The camera dropped from your hands to the bed as you lost the ability to focus, your hands coming to his chest, running over the chest hair you loved so goddamn much, tugging it gently. Steve grunted, fingers digging into your flesh as he slammed his hips up into you, your body bouncing with the force. 

“Steve, oh shit. Baby, so good,” you groaned, nails raking across his chest, your head falling back. 

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna baby…oh shit!”

His hands held you against him as he thrust once more, his release spilling inside of you. You gripped onto his shoulders, head falling forward, shuddering as you came once again, walls pulsing, his cock twitching, the two of you groaning and whimpering. 

You collapsed against his chest, sweat soaked bodies sticking together. Your lips brushed against his neck, burying your face there, inhaling his scent, your body content, satisfied, complete mush. 

“Mmm…” he mumbled, lips moving over your hair, fingers trailing up and down your spine. “I can’t wait to see the results of our little photoshoot.”

“Mmmhmm,” you agreed and then lifted your head, a thought hitting you. “Uh, Steve, how are we getting these pictures developed? Most places won’t develop nudie pics.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing I happen to know a guy with access to a dark room.”

“Jonathan?” you asked, laughing. “So, you’re okay with Jonathan seeing pictures of me naked?”

Steve’s brow furrowed, those full lips pouting, “Oh shit. Didn’t think about that.” His arms came around you, crushing you against him. “All this perfection is for my eyes only. Huh…maybe I’ll have to have him give me a lesson in photo developing because I am going to need those photos.”

“Oh, you need them, do you?” you teased. 

“Hell yeah I do. They’re going to be my new favorite spank bank material. Who needs nudie mags when I’ve got pictures of you?”

He rolled you over, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled. 

[vox-ex]

game

supercorptober 2023

“There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.” ― Albert Camus

or Kara tells Lena about the stars in a different kind of way.

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Lena wakes to the soft brush of lips, the warmth of Kara's breath and the early morning sun on her bare back.

"We had constellations on Krypton —ehl giehrehd — star pathways."

Her voice is a low murmur against her shoulder. Lena can feel her thoughts drifting along with the gentle pressure against her skin.

Kara continues to speak, her words wrapping around Lena like the sheets pooled at her waist.

"But the stars are different here." Kara muses," and when I first got here, I'd try to make them fit. Redraw the lines, connect them together until I could almost imagine them the same."

Lena shifts slightly, folding her arms underneath her. The muscles on her back move with her, altering the landscape beneath Kara's fingers, which carefully follow.

"It became a game eventually," Kara continues, her voice soft and reminiscent. "Alex and I would sit together on the roof when I couldn't sleep. We would make up new constellations, new stories to go with them."

Lena pictures the night sky hidden behind the morning light rushing in. Imagines the two of them together, lying side by side in a different way.

Kara's fingers pause — become even more deliberate — move from the freckle at the base of her neck to the three along the border of her shoulder blade and then to the two that sit two in the hollow of her back.

Lena sighs, arching into the sensation. She feels weightless and grounded all at once. She glances over her shoulder, urges her to continue.

"What stories do I tell?"

Kara smiles, eyes dark blue despite the light amber hues of the bedroom, kisses the spot where her fingers just were.

"This one reminds me of one we had."

Her thumbs trace circles over the skin that sits just above the sheets.

"We had twin moons on Krypton. They had been together in the sky as long as there were people to look up at them. There were myths about them — how they were created together by Rao to never be apart."

Kara slides her hand back up along Lena's side to another freckle that rests between her ribs.

"But we had another moon, one that left Krypton's orbit before its destruction. They said it left to circle a yellow sun."

She stops. Hesitates. Fingertips hovering just above Lena's skin.

"When I was a child, I used to imagine how sad the moon must have been" — Kara's voice is barely above a whisper, gone for a moment somewhere else — "to be all alone."

Lena aches to keep her there with her.

"But now, I imagine the moon happy instead."

Knows she still is when lips press into her skin again.

"I imagine the moon did not leave to be alone, but to find the other half Rao created for it."

Lena turns in Kara's arms, rolls over onto her back to look at her.

"And you, do you imagine yourself happy too?"

Kara leans in, kissing the inside of Lena's wrist.

"I don't have to imagine a thing anymore."

Lena's hand grips the front of her shirt, pulls them down together along with gravity into the mattress beneath them, into the ground below them, right through to the stars on the other side.

"You know I don't believe in fate."

"I know."

Kara whispers, the words worn soft with use but laid out long with hope.

She cradles Kara's face, tracing the scar above her eyebrow, the freckles spread across her nose — constellations of her own to follow.

"But I believe in you."

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read and follow along on Ao3 too

[zapreportsblog]

Helloo.....it's me....

Can I request the poly!volturi kings x reader that does figureskating? And maybe she falls? How would they react?

Love ya byeee❤️❤️❤️

I love that you keep coming back lol, well here goes nothing!

↱ im not easily impressed but when I am then im impressed ↰

➘ summary : the volturi kings knew their mate was good at figureskating, but this good?! Damn aren’t they lucky

➘ the volturi x reader ; twilight x reader ; aro x reader x marcus x caius

Beneath the veil of night, the Volturi gardens were alive with a tranquility that contrasted with the kings' formidable reputation. Amongst the flora and moonlight, (Y/N) found herself in the company of Aro, Caius, and Marcus, the very embodiment of immortal power and allure.

Seated on an elegant stone bench, (Y/N) felt a contented sigh escape her lips as she gazed up at the stars. The bonds she shared with the Volturi kings were unlike any other, a symphony of emotions that surged through her immortal veins. And it was in these serene moments that she felt most alive, even though the world around her had ceased its heartbeat.

With a tender smile gracing her lips, (Y/N) turned her gaze toward her mates. "You know," she began, her voice soft like the rustling leaves, "before I became a vampire, I was a figure skater."

Her words, gentle as they were, caught the attention of the kings. Aro's inquisitive eyes locked onto her, Caius tilted his head ever so slightly, and Marcus, always the quiet observer, seemed to focus a fraction more on her words.

"You were a figure skater?" Aro mused, his lips curling into an intrigued smile. "How delightful! Please, do share your stories with us."

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and nostalgia. The memories of her human life as a figure skater were vivid, etched into her consciousness like a beautifully choreographed routine. "I spent hours gliding across the ice," she began, her voice carrying the cadence of a storyteller. "The rink was my sanctuary, and the ice felt like an extension of my being."

Caius leaned forward, his crimson eyes fixed on her with newfound interest. "Tell us more," he urged, his tone softer than usual.

As she recounted her stories, (Y/N) painted pictures with her words. She described the early morning frost that embraced the rink, the way the sunlight danced off the ice, and the sheer joy of pushing herself to perfect each spin and jump. She spoke of the ethereal connection she felt with the music, how it dictated her movements and evoked emotions she couldn't express otherwise.

Marcus, his eyes a storm of emotions, seemed to be captivated by her tales. For a man accustomed to the burden of centuries, her stories were a refreshing gust of wind that swept away the cobwebs of his thoughts.

Aro, true to his nature, interjected with curiosity. "Were there any particular moments that stood out to you?"

(Y/N) nodded, a fond smile gracing her lips. "There was one performance in particular. It was during a competition, and everything aligned perfectly. The music, the routine, and my movements—it was as if I had become one with the ice. I'll never forget the exhilaration of that moment."

Her mates listened intently, hanging onto her every word. They were drawn into the magic of her stories, experiencing the echoes of her past as if they were their own memories.

And as the night wore on, (Y/N) continued to share her experiences, laughter and wonder intertwining with the night breeze. With each tale, the bond between them deepened, as if the stories themselves were threads stitching their souls together.

Underneath the stars, the Volturi kings and their enchanting mate were no longer just rulers of the night. They were a constellation of beings, connected by the tapestry of past and present, each thread woven into the fabric of their eternity.

Several years had passed since the tumultuous days of (Y/N)'s transformation. The frenzied hunger of the newborn vampire had given way to control, her movements fluid and measured, her presence a serene echo in the hallowed halls of the Volturi castle. The bond between (Y/N) and the Volturi kings had deepened into an unbreakable connection, an intricately woven tapestry of love and shared experiences.

One afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the castle grounds, (Y/N) found herself wandering through the gardens. She often sought solace in these quiet moments, allowing her thoughts to drift like petals on the breeze.

As if guided by an unseen force, her steps led her to the edge of the ornate fountain where Aro often meditated. His presence was a calming one, and she found herself drawn to him, the years etching lines of wisdom on his immortal visage.

"(Y/N)," Aro's melodious voice greeted her as he sensed her approach. He looked up from his contemplation, his dark eyes fixing on her with curiosity. "What thoughts occupy your mind today?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the water's surface. "I've been considering something," she began, her voice a soft melody in the twilight. "I've regained a measure of control over my thirst and instincts. And I've been thinking about something I used to love in my human life."

Aro's expression held a mixture of intrigue and encouragement. "Pray, do share."

With a steadying breath, (Y/N) spoke of her past as a figure skater, her words a gentle current in the conversation. She explained her desire to rekindle that passion, to once again glide on the ice, to feel the rush of the wind against her skin as she twirled and spun. And most of all, to share that part of her existence with the world.

"It's a competition, a figure skating contest," she added. "I believe I can blend in with humans, showcase my skills, and perhaps even win."

Caius, who had approached silently, folded his arms as he listened. "And you believe you can maintain control?" he inquired, his voice a deep rumble.

"I've practiced restraint for years now," (Y/N) replied with unwavering conviction. "I'm certain I can handle it."

Marcus, leaning against a nearby column, gazed at her with a quiet intensity. "Do you yearn for this, (Y/N)? Does your heart burn with the desire to step onto the ice once more?"

Her gaze met his, a shimmering pool of determination. "Yes," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "More than anything."

Aro's lips curled into a fond smile. "Then you have our support, dear (Y/N)."

Caius nodded in agreement. "If your heart drives you toward this, then you should pursue it."

Their words were a chorus of encouragement, a testament to the depth of their connection. As the sun dipped below the horizon, (Y/N) felt a surge of gratitude and determination. The Volturi kings, whose lives spanned centuries, understood the value of seizing the moment, even in their immortal existence.

"Thank you," (Y/N) said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Having your support means the world to me."

Underneath the fading light, in the heart of the Volturi's domain, a pact was forged. The echoes of past lives mingled with the present, and (Y/N) knew that her decision to chase her dreams would forever be intertwined with the love she shared with the kings who had stolen her heart.

The day of the figure skating contest dawned bright and crisp. The arena buzzed with excitement as the crowd settled into their seats, waiting for the event to begin. Backstage, (Y/N) stood amidst the hubbub, her heart a mixture of anticipation and nervous energy. Dressed in a shimmering costume that caught the light like a cascade of stars, she took a steadying breath.

The announcer's voice cut through the chatter, amplified by the speakers, "Is that (Y/N) (L/N) I spot in the crowd?"

Time seemed to freeze as all eyes turned towards her. The spotlight found her, bathing her in a gentle glow. Her heart raced, and a mix of emotions swirled within her: a touch of vulnerability, a hint of excitement, and a surge of determination.

"Holy shit, it is her!" The announcer's voice rang out, carrying the astonishment of the moment. "She's been missing from the spotlight for eight years now, but it seems our world-renowned star is back. This year's competition just got all that more interesting."

(Y/N)'s eyes met the spotlight, her resolve hardening. This was her moment, a chance to embrace her past and let her vampiric grace shine. As the music swelled, she stepped onto the ice, her skates gliding with an elegance that was both mesmerizing and supernatural.

With every twist and turn, (Y/N) moved with an otherworldly grace. Her body flowed like water, each movement executed with a precision that defied the bounds of human capability. As she twirled and spun, the audience held its breath, captivated by the ethereal performance unfolding before them.

And then, in a breathtaking moment, (Y/N) tapped into her vampire abilities. She spun faster, her form blurring as if time itself had lost its grip. Her body contorted with impossible flexibility, and she transitioned into moves that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. Gasps of awe and wonder echoed through the arena, mingling with the soft strains of the music.

Among the audience, (Y/N)'s mates, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, stood hidden amidst the crowd. Their eyes were locked onto her, their pride and love evident in the unspoken connection they shared. As she moved with a combination of elegance and supernatural skill, their hearts swelled with a mixture of emotions.

As the final notes of the music faded into silence, (Y/N) came to a graceful stop, her arms outstretched. The arena erupted in a thunderous ovation, the applause echoing off the walls in a symphony of admiration.

Backstage, her heart soared. She had poured her heart and soul into this performance, and the audience's reaction was a testament to the connection she had forged with them. The judges, too, rose to their feet, their expressions a mix of awe and appreciation.

When the results were announced, the tension was palpable. And then, with bated breath, the announcer declared, "First place goes to (Y/N) (L/N)!"

A tidal wave of cheers erupted as (Y/N) stood on the podium, a brilliant smile lighting up her face. The victory was sweet, but it was more than just winning a competition. It was a triumph over adversity, a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit and the infinite possibilities of an immortal existence.

As the cheers washed over her, (Y/N) felt a warmth deep within her soul. She had reclaimed her place in the spotlight, not as a mere figure skater, but as an embodiment of her journey, her past, and her future. And as her mates emerged from the crowd to congratulate her, their eyes shining with pride, she knew that this moment would forever be etched into their shared history.

(Y/N) had instantly thrown thrown herself back into practicing figure skating with an intensity that matched the fire that had driven her throughout her life. Her graceful movements and daring spins had only grown more intricate and breathtaking with time. Her mates, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, watched with pride as she embraced this passion with the same fervor she had approached her immortal life.

One morning, the sun painted the sky in shades of rose and gold, (Y/N) found herself on the rink, the cool air kissing her skin as she spun with unparalleled grace. Lost in the rhythm of her movements, she didn't notice the small figure that darted onto the ice, their footsteps barely audible against the smooth surface.

"Mommy!” the child's voice rang out, filled with a mix of excitement and joy. With eyes wide and filled with wonder, they watched as their mother spun, one foot outstretched in a daring maneuver.

Startled by the voice, (Y/N) quickly stopped her spin, the momentum causing her to lose her balance. With a gasp, she stumbled, and her ankle twisted in an awkward angle. Pain shot through her leg, and she crumpled to the ice with a cry of discomfort.

Before she could even process what had happened, her mates were there, their presence swift and unwavering. Aro and Caius carefully lifted her, while Marcus scooped up their child, whose eyes were wide with concern.

"Mommy, are you okay?" the child asked, their voice trembling.

(Y/N) managed a reassuring smile through the pain. "I'm going to be alright, sweetheart," she replied, her voice gentle and soothing.

Marcus knelt down, his calm presence radiating comfort. "Your mommy is strong, little one. She'll heal in no time."

Aro's gaze was filled with worry, but he masked it with a gentle smile. "Let's get her inside and tend to her injuries."

Caius, always the pragmatic one, nodded in agreement. "We'll have you up and moving again soon."

With the utmost care, they carried (Y/N) back to the castle, her child walking alongside them, their small hand gripping Marcus's fingers tightly. As they settled (Y/N) on a comfortable couch, her ankle already swelling, she offered her child a reassuring smile.

"You know what, sweetheart?" she said softly. "Mommy's different from others, and that means I heal quickly. I'll be back on my feet before you know it."

“Like a superhero?!” asked her child.

“Just like a superhero.” She replied.

Hours passed, and true to her words, (Y/N)'s ankle mended at an astonishing rate. Her mates took turns hovering around her, fussing over her well-being. And just as she had promised, she was soon back on her feet, albeit gingerly.

The child watched with wide eyes, their amazement evident. "Mommy, you really healed so fast!"

(Y/N) chuckled, pulling them into a warm embrace. "Yes, darling, that's the magic of being a superhero.”

“Well I wanna be just like you when I’m grown up mommy!”

As the day drew to a close, (Y/N) found herself surrounded by her loving family, her mates and their adopted child. The incident served as a reminder that even in the midst of the extraordinary, they were bound by love and the simple joys of life. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold once more, (Y/N) held her family close, grateful for the journey that had led her to this moment of shared happiness.

[foxes-that-run]

loml

The title of this song refers to both love of my life and loss of my life. Harry's only track 13 is Love of My Life. Like Harry's LOML, loml is a song about letting a long held love go. Both are regretful of love lost but neither over it. As a song about a long museship the references to both Taylor and Harry's work is dense, so this post is long. A shorter TLDNR is here. The nature of the relationship Taylor is describing is one that should have a lot of references, and it does. Each chorus refers to a different song where Harry professed love.

The initial Spotify Canvas was of Taylor in a sweater looking emotional. After Fortnight was released it was replaced with Taylor and Post inside the Style-head reading Story of Us on the road. Taylor played loml once as a surprise song on piano in Paris, with Paris in the first show after their release on 9 May 2024.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Who’s gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames If we know the steps anyway? We embroidered the memories of the time I was away Stitching, “We were just kids, babe”

The first verse establishes that Taylor is singing to an old muse at the end of a breakup, or false start. She refers to them being together in their youth, of wistful memories and that the love is irreplaceable. It is full of references:

Waltzing back into rekindled flames, Taylor refers to dance as a kind of subconscious action in several songs, this reminds me most closely of 'Dancing around it' in High Infidelity and 'Dancing is a dangerous thing' in Cowboy Like Me - where the dance is also tempting a romantic relationship, they know the steps - as in they have fallen into this before.

Embroidering memories touches on the Haylor theme of stitches. 'Away is in a lot of Taylor's songs. 'Taylor' embroiders in EHC and LK posted about embroidery after TTPD

'While I was away' reminds me of AYHTS "People like you always want back the love they gave away" and Midnight Ran's "the life I gave away" - a similar idea that she was absent.

Stitching 'We were just kids babe' is a reference to Patti Smith's Biography 'Just Kids' which is her memories about her time with fellow artist Robert Mapplethorpe who died of Aids. Taylor also refers to this time in Patti Smith's life in TTPD. Patti thanked Taylor for the callout with posting a photo of her reading Dylan Thomas' biography. This line establishes this muse is a fellow young artist who Taylor had an important relationship with when they were young. Taylor & Harry have likened themselves to famous couples

I said, “I don’t mind, it takes time” I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I felt aglow like this Never before and never since

'I don't mind, it takes time', this idea is referred to in Peter also and other Haylor songs:

Run: Piece of paper where I wrote, “I’ll wait for you”

How You Get The Girl: I would wait forever and ever

“Slut!”: Everyone wants him, that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time

Say Don’t Go: The waiting is a sadness fading into madness

"I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed" - the prologue describes three muses, as does the Fortnight MV. One has celestial imagery that links to Satellite, such as stars, comets, orbit, planet and whole sky. Starry-eyed is in a few songs including:

CIWYW - Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

Cowboy like me - Eyes full of stars

High Infidelity - Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eye

Better safe than starry eyed also reminds me of "How dare you think it's romantic / Leaving me safe and stranded" in Down Bad that refers to New Romantics "Please leave me stranded"

'Never felt aglow like this', 'never before and never since' is a glowing irreplaceable connection. Taylor described similar in:

This Love - This love is glowing in the dark

Question...? - Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?

[Chorus 1] If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary You and I go from one kiss to getting married Still alivе, killing time at the cemеtery Never quite buried

I knew from one glimpse, it was legendary, we go from one kiss to getting married is a reference to Holy Ground:

“Back to a first glance feeling on New York time/ Back when you fit my poems like a perfect rhyme/ Took off faster than a green light, go : Yeah, you skip the conversation when you already know”

A similar line is also in Glitch - "Five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch"

‘Still alive at the cemetery’ is similar to The 1: “In my defense, I have none / For digging up the grave another time” which in turn is a reference to the OOTW/LAWYMMD music video link where Taylor from the end of 1989 is Taylor at the start of the next video.

In your suit and tie, in the nick of time

‘In your suit and tie’ is dressed for a wedding. Arriving ‘in nick of time’ is the muse interrupting a wedding saying “don’t do this there’s still time!” Which Taylor said of Harry, when describing the muse of Style and 1989 Taylor said she expected this. Here she is saying she was fooling herself.

You low-down boy, you stand-up guy You Holy Ghost, you told me I’m the love of your life You said I’m the love of your life About a million times

“Low down boy; you stand up guy” is a person who has been in Taylor’s life since they were a boy (with a dirty mouth) who has grown to be a stand up guy. They are now grown but not with her.

Taylor then refers to Harry’s music, Holy Ghost refers to Two Ghosts and refers to Love of My Life by name. In which Harry says it 5 times, he’s performed it 102 times to around 700k fans, so yeah, a lot. Note it's “said” not “told me”.

[Verse 2] Who’s gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate And told me I reformed you? When your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes

Taylor refers to truth often, but usually her telling or seeing a truth, But in the Alcott the muse tells her the truth and she says she she has fallen back in love with the muse. I imagine in Taylors life many do not tell the truth, but this muse can and does. Here Taylor asks if they will still tell the truth if they are together.

The muse told Taylor she reformed them. Harry says this in Stockholm Syndrome, that he "used to sing about being free but now he has changed his mind". On 13 May 2023 Harry added Stockholm Syndrome to the HSLOT set for the last 18 shows. A song he he wrote for Taylor when they were dating and had not performed since 2018.

The impressionist paintings may refer to the Two Ghosts music video, which was or became tour screens. (Thank you @notoriousbeb) The reference to fakes is where an overture of love did not come through.

Well, you took me to hell too And all at once, the ink bleeds A con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme But I’ve felt a hole like this Never before and ever since

The second half of this verse links back to past writing to each other

'And all at once, the ink bleeds' I LOVE this line so much. It has a double meaning, the ink bleeds as Taylor writes music inspired by a museship that has featured in so much of her work. The ink bleeds like emotion bleeds as the bleeding love theme.

"A conman sells a fool a get love quick scheme" this line is dense:

In Why She Disappeared, the poem played before Getaway Car in the Reputation Stadium Tour included "Wary of phone calls and promises, Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes"

Harry and Taylor have referred to each other as robbers, thieves, cowboys and now a conman see thief theme

Harry and Taylor have both referred to themselves as a fool many times for being stuck on each other.

Never felt a hole like this before or since is crushing, it reminds me of Questions...?'s "Does it feel like everything's just like second-best after that Meteor strike?"

[Chorus 2] If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary What we thought was for all time was momentary Still alive, killing time at the cemetery Never quite buried You cinephile in black and white All those plot twists and dynamite Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry You said I’m the love of your life

In the second chorus Taylor again refers to songs by Harry, but changes which ones:

Mr Steal Your Girl refers to One Directions Steal My Girl.

B&W Cinephile may refer to when Harry kept his Instagram B&W for 2 years from when 1989 was released with the line 'the rest of the world was in screaming color' it may also refer to the Treat People With Kindness music video in B&W and widescreen. Harry is also a cinephile, both in being a fan of cinema and appearing in more recent films than her actor partner at the time.

[Bridge] You shit-talked me under the table Talking rings and talking cradles I wish I could un-recall How we almost had it all Dancing phantoms on the terrace Are they second-hand embarrassed That I can’t get out of bed ‘Cause something counterfeit’s dead? It was legendary It was momentary It was unnecessary Should’ve let it stay buried

Taylor acts this lyric out in fortnight in the eras tour.

Shit-talking can mean either disparaging remarks or saying something untrue and going on about it. Talking, (or drinking) someone under the table is doing so in excess. So I take this first line 'shit-talked me under the table' to mean the muse went on saying untrue things for ages, in the context of the rest of the verse I think that is making statements of love they were not yet willing to follow through on.

Taylor sees they were so close, a similar line is in TTPD there is a similar line of 'litany of reasons we could have played for keeps this time' Taylors muse has professed love and that they are endgame but not followed through.

In the Only Angel Demo Harry sang "I must admit I married you a thousand times. Had to change my tune when I found out what it'd be like."

Counterfeit is also in Glitch "It must be counterfeit, I think there's been a glitch"

The shit-talk is rings and cradles, in a time that Taylor was disappointed a long term relationship ended another long term muse flirted with settling down but did not. Harry wore the Peace Ring and Haylor ring for years, they seemed as possible promise rings which these lines remind me of. As do songs of both which may refer to the other. The Haylor ring is featured in merchandise for TTPD and Taylor wears it in the Fortnight Music Video so it is likely this ring.

[Final Chorus] Oh, what a valiant roar What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I’m combing through the braids of lies “I’ll never leave,” “Never mind” Our field of dreams engulfed in fire Your arson’s match, your somber eyes And I’ll still see it until I die You’re the loss of my life

The final chorus reads as a bitter disappointment of Taylors muse has meekly said they will not be with her.

Stockholm Syndrome - which Harry readded to his setlist 13 March 2023 (gone since 2018) has the line "Baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way, oh o-oh" Here Taylor has compared it to what looks like a goodbye statement from someone who doesn't want to talk about it.

It is the loss of Taylor's life, one she felt at the time of writing this song was not one she would get over.

Valiant Roar

The 'valiant roar' is likely a reference to Harry's Gucci Lion ring which he has worn since 2018 and briefly lost in April 2022 at Coachella. It attracted a lot of attention until it's return when it was learned it has an inscription of 'second time's the charm'. Taylor also wore a Gucci Lion ring at Electric Lady Studios on 12 April 2023 (before heading to Florida). At that time the 1975 were in Australia and Harry was in the US after a golf tournament in Augusta. This line also reminds me of this scene in DWD which OW described as a 'primal roar' to Rolling Stone in 2022.

[fairy-writes]

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TRACING SHAPES

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Tracing their lover’s scars (Action Prompt #20)

Notes: THIS IS POST-FMAB EVENTS

This is a bit short but I hope you like it nonetheless :)

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For someone who had fought and sparred practically every day, Edward’s skin was soft. Not his hands. Well… his right hand was, it was as smooth as dipping your fingers in the stream behind your house. But his left hand was callused and rough from years of handling weapons and fighting.

But he was also covered in scars.

Bullet wounds, stab marks, scars from alchemy-related attacks, he had them all. They dotted his skin like constellations that you connected with your fingertips.

You lay on your side in your shared bed, your right hand propping your head up, as you traced Edward’s back with your left hand. He was on his belly and didn’t have a shirt on, the quilt up to his waist, arms underneath the pillow. He was sound asleep, snoring softly, and had his face buried in the pillow.  His locks of golden sunlight was splayed across the pillow.

It was deep into the night, the moon illuminating the outside world and casting the darkness aside. 

The scars were soft underneath your hand. They were but bumps in a path but woge stories like fairy tales, telling of his adventures and antics.

Edward stirred, breaking you from your musings, and you glanced down at his face. His nose scrunched, and golden eyelashes fluttered open. His eyes caught yours, and he smiled sleepily, eyes alight with adoration. You return the smile and lean down to kiss him. 

His lips are soft, and he tastes like the beginnings of morning breath, but you don’t mind.

“What are you doing still awake? It’s like three in the morning.” He mumbles against your lips. You pull away and hum, laying back on the bed and mussing his hair with your fingers. He grumbles in playful anger, batting your hand away but looking at you with such love it makes your heart ache. 

“Just can’t sleep.” You say, and he hums, tugging you close and burying his nose in your hair. 

“Anything I can do to help?” He whispers, and you shake your head, nosing the crook of his neck.

“Just being here is enough for me.” 

The two of you are silent, your fingers tracing over the puckered scars from his automail on his right shoulder. The skin is rough, unlike the smoothness of his other old injuries. 

“Why do you like touching my scars so much?” He asks suddenly, quietly, almost as if scared of the answer. 

You pull back and lay your hand on his cheek.

“Because it reminds me that you came back to me alive.” You say, and he grins that smile you love so much. 

“Of course, I came back! I promised you I’d marry you one day, didn’t I?” He says, his left hand cradling the silver engagement band on your ring finger, and you chuckle,

“Ed, we were like six.”

“Still counts! Plus, I have the ring on your finger, don’t I?”

The two of you fall asleep, tangled in each other, legs entwined, and your arm thrown over his waist, his hand protectively pulling your hip close. 

[lunarlianna]

Asteroid Urania

As a bonus, I'll post asteroid Urania as well since I noticed a lot of people wanted it. If you reblog this post please tag me in it. :)

Urania is the muse of astronomy, astrology and cosmology. She is usually prominent in the charts of great astrologers (making a conjunction with the luminaries or important points).

Urania in the 1st house: Could indicate that you get to know yourself better with the help of astrology and find a purpose in it. As well as having a curiosity and a passion for cosmos. A lot of astrologers tend to have this asteroid conjunct their asc. 

Urania in the 2nd house: It is a good indicator that the asteroid helps you connect universal love with personal experience. It’s also a good indicator that you may like to have a telescope or a map with your birth chart.

Urania in the 3th house: You may want to learn a lot about astrology or astrophysics, you may have a lot of books or take classes in this matter. Could indicate giving lectures about this subjects or having a talent in explaining them very easily. 

Urania in the 4th house: You may like decorating you house with celestial symbols, if conjunct the IC you may come from an astrologer’s lineage. You may tend to be a bit shyer when it comes to sharing the knowledge that you have and preferer to share it with your family.

Urania in the 5th house:  The main theme of your art creation could be the cosmos, planets and stars. You may like to paint the solar system and have always been attracted to this kind of idea. You can nurture the inner child through this kind of artistic endeavors and feel at peace.  

Urania in the 6th house: Your everyday life is influence by the cosmos, you like to analyze and investigate constellations. You may have a routine in going every week to the planetarium or check your daily transits. You may want to help others by using astrology or astronomy.

Urania in the 7th house: Your personal style could be interpreted as being out of this world. You may embody celestial aspects in your jewelries and clothes. You may also meet romantic or business partners that are into astrology or into the knowledge of cosmos. 

Urania in the 8th house:  You may have an obsession with black hole and dark matter, you may be interested in analyzing them and understand them. You could be interested in the dark side of astrology and be able to interpret the charts of people from a deeper psychological point of view.

Urania in the 9th house: You may be interested in astrocartography and the ancient ways people use astrology. You may want to teach this knowledge once you get older and share it to the world. The history of the cosmos may interest you a lot as well.

Urania in the 10th house:  You may choose a career that is related to astrology or astronomy, a lot of astrologers have this asteroid in the 10th house or conjunct their MC. You may also get a lot or recognition in this field of work.

Urania in the 11th house: You may feel alienated from the community also you may have an interested in other earthly forms of life. You may want to research asteroids rocks. You could be introduced into astrology by friends and be able to share this knowledge easily.

Urania in the 12th house: You may be attracted in listening high vibration music or meditation music. You may want to write some yourself. It could also symbolize the in a past life your work was related with the cosmos investigation like being an astronomer or astrologer (especially if you have NS in conjunction here).

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10.2.23

Disclaimer: This is my own musings about plurality. I talk about my personal experience with unification (final fusion) too. Don't read if that upsets you for some reason.

Something I haven't really talked about is my relationship with the idea of plurality. I saw someone talking about how they feel simultaneously plural and not plural, and I find that really relatable.

I used to despise being called plural. It brought me so much shame. Made me feel like this one single symptom of my disability was being cherrypicked and pinned onto me as a label. I felt like my vast and varied experience with DID was minimized for something much more palatable and "fun" to others. It was almost like the full DID was being pushed aside. Like being told "yes, you should continue to hide that and you should continue to be ashamed of it."

I also felt like plurality still applied to me, though. Yes, the blanket definition of plurality does fit me. I am a person who has multiple parts, a plurality of perspectives, I am "more than one." That fits...but that's not all?

I think another thing is that, when I got diagnosed, I didn't even feel plural even though I knew the term technically fit me. I hardly ever felt a presence of parts even though they were there. We hardly talked, hardly wanted to acknowledge each other, even though the evidence was there. For me, it was like being forcibly dragged in and out of existence. Someone else would replace me but I wouldn't know that, wouldn't remember. So, what do you mean that there are systems who never feel lonely or out of control because they're always co-conscious, voluntarily switching, and chatting inside? What do you mean that's even possible? Was I the only one living my own life in slivers and pieces? Was I the only one experiencing the unbearable loneliness that is my DID?

Yeah, I am "more than one" but...

It was complicated. There's probably old posts on my blog where I talk about how I'm not plural even though I have DID. And probably other posts where I'm calling myself plural as if my teeth are clenched. Like it's painful but necessary.

Sometimes I revisit those old feelings, but for the most part I feel at peace with the concept of plurality now. As a young trauma survivor, it was hard to separate the concept itself from the online culture surrounding it. But, ultimately, the way other people experience their plurality doesn't invalidate me. The concept itself doesn't minimize or shame me. It's just a word for an experience, in the same way that dissociation and flashbacks are words for experiences. The way these things are treated and talked about are ripe for criticism, not the experiences themselves. It's nice to have words for them.

And there's no universal way of "being more than one" because it ranges on a spectrum of experiences. Much in the same way dissociation can be mild or extreme, be it brought on by trauma, mental disorders, religious practices, drugs, or other things. Who fucking cares.

But when I think about it...when did I start actually feeling plural despite always fitting the concept? Out of anything, I think unification (final fusion) was actually what helped me finally feel my own plurality. Isn't that interesting?

Unification was when we finally felt each other. I feel the entire multitude because I am it. We're all together, all at once, at all moments. We're constantly in communication. There's no blocks, no separations, no barriers. I'm all of us and we're all of me: a big bundle of parts, connected together like a constellation.

That feels more like plurality than anything I ever felt before.

[9w1ft]

I’ll tell you more:

High Infidelity’s other person has constellations in their eyes. In Call it What You Want, the other person has starry eyes. So the person who brought her back to life is the same muse as Call It What You Want. And also it’s the same person who she’s singing from their perspective in Renegade, because that person knocked on her window on her darkest night (starry eyes sparking up her darkest night.) And, while I don’t the the surprise songs always have to have some sort of connection or message, but all the toes are screaming about Gorgeous being connected to HI.

One of the songs that almost every single Gaylor doesn’t dispute the muse is CIWYW. So the person who brought her back to life (from what, who or when, well, choose your own adventure…) is Karlie.

id like to tack on cowboy like me’s eyes full of stars and thus the locked it down of it all

[theconstellatte]

All aboard The Constellatte!

The Constellatte, a whimsical coffee shop for Starlings. Anchored on Eonid's largest moon, Minastra, it serves Starlings and Starcatchers!

Lore:

Originating from the Pleiades, Starlings are celestial elves anointed by the Seven Sisters. Initially cosmic cartographers, their role evolved as they encountered diverse beings. With Valkyrie-like powers and bonding with their specific star, they guide souls and traverse celestial realms, creating constellations that chart their ethereal journeys.

Starlings & Fallen Starling

Starlings transform through a sacred bond with a Pleiades star and their own star, which reveals their heart and a hidden weapon or item for their celestial journey. Fallen Starlings, deriving power from falling stars, possess similar abilities but in a charming, fairy-sized form.

Making a Wish:

Voice your wish to a falling star and find yourself teleported to The Constellatte by nebula mist. On a starry dock, meet Captain Aurora and her crew. With a magical Keyspoon in hand, choose a Pleiades Sister and craft your wish with her inspiration. Afterwards, summon a celestial escort or familiar to make your cosmic dream a reality.

After Haraleah cracks open your Fallen star egg to reveal your Starling familiar, animal familiar, or weapon familiar (elemental base) (Fallen Starling/Muse/Weapon) at The Constellatte, you can then go on to immerse yourself in the vibrant life of Crystal City. Explore districts celebrating each of the Seven Sisters, bustling with group events and fairy-guided activities. Engage in games, contests, and magical duels alongside others who've wished upon falling stars. Witness your wish unfold and enjoy the journey to its fulfillment in this celestial haven. the Crystal City.

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More details:

We are a kofi shop that was installed as a waystation for Starlings. These Cosmic Elven Valkyrie map the cosmos, usher souls, and now…  grant wishes.

Lore Basis for the Coffee (Kofi in this to be punny lol) Shop, The Constellatte: 

*when a Pleiades Elf ascends, they're bonded to a star. That star's power is sealed in place by a large metal halo with spikes, but some go in and hold the star. The Starling pulls the metal from the Star, claiming it as their own and as they do, their Starfyre reshapes the metal into their own personal weapon, item, or accessory they so choose (like it could become a pendant + bracelets since it didn't become a whole ass weapon xD).

 So the new Fallen Starlings have the same weapons and items a regular Starling would get, but they tend to be fairy sized or more compact so they can build up starfyre faster. They are then bound to you in order to protect you and your wish. You see, when someone makes a wish in the Constellatte, their door is prepared, and the wish they order off the menu, has been customized and is now accessible behind that door.

 It's usually an experience. like, in lore terms, people would order a moonlit night, with a fairy circle, a unicorn and gentle nymphs brushing their hair. but to do this, they use the mists to connect to other realms, worlds, timelines, and it's not always safe. Their purpose is to guard you while helping you make your wish come true! https://ko-fi.com/thevioletstarling

[hopeful-hugz]

Fusions

PICREW

@lollipopsandgunshots Kariya and Hope Uzuki and Teal

[virgils-muse]

A Guide To The Utter Mess That Is The CJRP Hellenic Pantheon!

If you’re involved in the cjrp, you know that a majority of the blogs I run are based off of deities/figures in Ancient Greek Polytheism. The thing is, they’re very very loosely connected to the original myths. Like, very loosely connected. This is because, lore wise, ancient poets would change what truly happened when writing their epics (so the mythology we know today is wrong and was fabricated by the poets). The out-of-lore explanation is sticking strictly to the Hellenic myths would be impossible to do in an rp like this. I don’t even consider most of this a retelling because like. It’s not retelling stuff, it’s reshaping it. Anyways, this guide will be updated as time goes on so I will reblog it when it does! I put it under the cut because it’s looooong.

@calliope-splitintwo

Calliope: Originally the Muse of epic poetry, became a mermaid to escape duties since poets wouldn’t listen to her, died and was split into both a constellation and the goddess of deceit (killed Apate so she took her place upon death). Goddess of deceit Calliope was causing too many issues so Nyx turned Constellation Calliope into the new goddess of deceit. Was in love with Thetis and Fuse prior to death, slowly falling in love with them again after losing memories.

Nyx: Personification of the night, in love with Erebus, mother of Apate. Despises Calliope for murdering her daughter.

Erebus: Personification of darkness, in love with Nyx, father of Apate. Despises Calliope for murdering his daughter, less involved than Nyx.

Apate: Personification of deceit, daughter of Nyx and Erebus. Killed by Calliope.

Urania: Sister of Calliope, Muse of Astronomy. Despises Calliope after she abandoned her sisters to be a mermaid just because she couldn’t handle her job anymore (the rest of Calliope’s sisters, notably Erato and Clio, feel similarly). In love with Anteros.

Anteros: Lover of Urania, took the place of Aphrodite in the pantheon after her death.

@thetis-thegoddess

Thetis: One of the 50 Nereids, minor goddess of the ocean, mother of Achilles, grandmother of Pyrrhus, and unwilling bride of Peleus. Lived in solitude until she helped Calliope become a mermaid. Almost Constantly grieving something. In love with Calliope prior to death, slowly falling in love with her again.

Other 49 Nerieds: Sisters of Thetis. Thetis became distant from them due to isolating themselves and constant mourning. They’re still there for Thetis on some occasions.

@persephone-thegoddess

Persephone: After her abduction by Hades, her and her mother plotted their revenge and ended up killing him. Became the sole ruler of the underworld. Fell in love with Minthe, her second in command. Could not marry her because of Demeter’s fear of backlash from the rest of the pantheon. When Calliope (being forced by Nyx because Nyx wanted her son to marry Persephone) killed Minthe, Persephone disguised herself as Minthe and made the body look like herself so she could say that Persephone died and Minthe still lives. Only Hecate knows.

Minthe: Second in command to Persephone, as well as her lover. When Calliope killed her, her body was disguised as Persephone’s by Persephone herself.

Rigani: So Rigani is actually an original character, and he’s the brother of Minthe. Became second in command after “Persephone’s” (actually Minthe’s) death.

Demeter: Goddess of the harvest and agriculture, and mother of Persephone. Helped conspire with Persephone to kill Hades. Didn’t let Persephone marry Minthe upon fear of backlash from the rest of the Pantheon. Held off Persephone’s suitors so she could be with Minthe. Thinks Persephone died when in actuality it was Minthe.

Hecate: Goddess of liminality, crossroads, and witchcraft. Best friend of Demeter, and the only one that truly knows that Persephone is alive and Minthe died (because everyone else thinks it’s the other way around). Permanently changed Persephone’s form to look like Minthe so she could keep up the lie.

Incarnations & Other Characters

Bownes & Ribbons/Ribs (@bownes-anon & @ribbons-anon): Aphrodite incarnation. After Aphrodite killed Ares, Athena, and Hera in the Trojan war in a fit of rage, she was condemned by Zeus to constantly have to live life as a mortal over and over and over again, constantly being reincarnated. Before she died, she managed to kill Diomedes too. Each reincarnation rises out of the sea fully formed. Bownes was killed by the Athena incarnate Francesca after he turned the the Pallas incarnate Odessa into a flower in self defense. Ribs arose from the sea after his death. Neither are aware of their places as the Aphrodite incarnate. Bownes took in Iphigenia after she wandered into his home.

Francis/Francesca (@storybookdiner): Athena incarnate. Athena was killed (alongside Hera and Ares) during the Trojan war by Aphrodite. After coming back as Francesca, he made it his goal to get his sister back and kill the Aphrodite incarnate. He succeeded in killing Bownes at the cost of his sister. She can also shapeshifter into an owl.

Odessa (@storybookdiner): Pallas incarnate. Pallas was killed accidentally by Athena while they were sparring. Came back as Odessa. She worked alongside Francis, the Athena incarnate, in a bookshop/diner combo and helped her find the Aphrodite incarnate, Bownes. Was turned into a flower by Bownes.

Iphigenia (@iphigenia-thewronged): Daughter of the king and queen of Mycenae, Agamemnon and Clytemnestra. After her father offended Artemis, she was sacrificed by him for fair winds to Troy. She appeared in headspace after her death and was taken in by Bownes.

Euryale (@euryale-thegorgon): Gorgon sister of Medusa and Stheeno. Was killed by Tyrant and had her snake cut off. In of the snake became a young girl and took the same name as her once home, Euryale.

[tsukikoayanosuke]

From Your Simple Thought, I Think About a Future – 12 Days of Ruikasa (2023)

Day 3-4: Future

To dream about the future was something Tsukasa had never thought about. As a godling, he never had to worry about growing old. Unlike the stars that he connected as a constellation, he would never dim down or explode. There were a few times when Tsukasa wondered why the heroes stopped following the star. They were just taking a little rest, weren't they? So, why did their closest companions cry over their sleeping bodies?

It was until Rui found him that he understood the concept of 'death'. The sky realm was safe for the most part, especially with his father always looking after him and his twins, thus he never really thought about the dangers that humans or even gods would experience in the other realms. He was taught to protect himself, but never kill others.

But now, he would think about the possibility of 'death'.

A possibility of Rui's 'death'.

"What happens when you die?" Tsukasa asked. He and Rui decided to meet again, similar to a couple of times before. This time, they were in an underwater cavern. Tsukasa sat on a rock with his feet in the water as Rui swam beside him.

Rui hummed. "Father Sea said that we will return as sea foam if I'm not corrupted by the murky sea and turned into a sea monster. Then, he will create more sea spirit. So, one disappears, another one appears."

"And you can't come back?"

Rui shrugged. "Maybe there will be sea spirits that are similar to me." He chuckled. "But I don't think they can't be as weird as me."

"I don't think you're weird," Tsukasa quickly said. "You're just curious, like me."

Rui chuckled again. "Thank you, Tsukasa." He swam toward him, folded his arms on Tsukasa's thigh, and rested his chin on them. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What do you think about humans?"

Tsukasa hummed as he thought. Humans, huh? The beings that need his stars to get to their right destinations. "I...Never really thought about them. Sorry."

Rui chuckled. "That's okay." Rui's tail flicked from the water. "They're a very fascinating being, in my opinion, just from how they're not a constant being like us."

"How so?"

"Take the heroes, for example. I've seen many heroes sail through the sea." He chuckled. "Father Sea always warned us that humans can be dangerous, but that's what makes them so fascinating! I've seen heroes who faced the sea monster and chopped its head clean off. I've seen a man, dangling on a piece of wood through the storm and survive. I've seen a boat filled with people who wished a newlywed couple the happiest life, but I also see a boat with a lone man, exiled by their own people. To see their emotions, the many languages I wish I could learn between their conversations, their talents that could rival the muses themselves!" Rui sighed as he swam back on his back, and lifted his dark purple tail. "They're amazing..."

Tsukasa tilted his head. The way Rui's face softened, the longing looked, like a wishful maiden waiting for her true love. As if...if he could stare at his tail long enough, it could split into a pair of human legs.

"Do you...Do you want to be human?" Tsukasa asked.

Rui sighed and lowered his tail into the water again. "It's just a wish." His lips pulled into a soft smile. "Oh, I wish I could be one and feel everything they feel."

"But...human doesn't live that long. You live longer than humans, right?"

"That is true." Rui swam closer to Tsukasa again. "But that's the exciting part."

"Huh?"

"You need to think about how you would spend your life. Will you go on a quest? Will you be a priest of a temple? Will you propose to the love of your life or will you die alone?" Rui chuckled. "Doesn't the mere thought of what would happen in the future excite you?"

Tsukasa hummed. He doesn't quite understand Rui. Like what he had said, the gods and godlings are constant. They had their role to play, and duty to fulfil. To imagine human beings and their freedom to choose and how Rui wanted that life in exchange for his eternal life.

"If you have the chance to make your wish come true...what will you do first?" Tsukasa asked again.

Rui hummed again. But then giggled. "I would run and try everything I can. Maybe visit the nearby city and watch how humans survive. I want to live among them...To live a life above the sea..."

To live a life above the sea...

To live a life below the clouds...

"Will you be happy if that wish comes true?"

Rui smiled. "Who knows?"

The thought lingers in Tsukasa's mind. It was always like this. Whenever he was with Rui, where they could share conversations that he never thought he would have, was when he felt the most invested.

So, maybe, if they talk more, Tsukasa would also want to become human with Rui.

[dehvours]

Buckle up gamers! I've been going a bit ham the past few days to piece together my interpretation of FL & its relation to Chi/lde, Surtalogi/the Foul, the Abyss, Monoceros Caeli, + Celestia.

This is somewhat of a theory, but the intention is that it has been crafted for my rp blog. This is not created for the wider fandom, but purely my own muse's canon.

That being said: warning for 4.7 dain quest spoilers.

So. Here's what I'll be discussing:

Monoceros Caeli as his constellation & the Narwhal

The Fatui & the Tsaritsa's true purpose for him

Foul Legacy and Surtalogi/the Foul

Celestia, The Abyss, and Verdrfolnir's "prophecy" for Ch.ilde

Constellations in Teyvat are said to be one's "fate." Chi/lde's constellation, Monoceros Caeli, translates to 'celestial narwhal' and is a pretty clear reference to the All Devouring Narwhal. He inadvertently woke it when he first fell into the Abyss, and years later, he can hear it in the Primordial Sea when others cannot. He escapes prison to fight it again, for weeks on end, and, where my blog's canon is concerned, this fight brings him more in tune with Foul Legacy and his Abyssal nature.

The Narwhal itself is, as Neuvillette describes it, "a monster that has traversed the stars, weeping all the while." And Paimon says that Chi/lde "has a special connection with that whale."

So yes, his fate was to wake it up. And yes, his fate was to fight it again. But I think it is more than that.

First: translations of the Narwhal's name includes 'star swallowing whale', 'stars-devouring narwhal', and 'stellavorous (star eating) narwhal'. Star seems to be a very common theme here. You know what else has star themed name? Celestia. Specifically, it means heavenly, or of the sky. Bear with me, I'll tie those together.

Second: the game mechanic of constellations functions so that characters get stronger with each part of the constellation you unlock. I like to think of this as the character getting stronger along their journey. Story wise, this encounter with the Narwhal is, in effect, Chi/lde unlocking part of his constellation.

I think that yes, meeting the Narwhal and later fighting it is part of his fate, but I do not think that is all. The constellation represents his journey, and I think his journey is to, in essence, become a Narwhal. Not in a physical sense, per se, but that he will become a Celestial Narwhal.

The Narwhal is lonely. It travels the stars, always hungry, always in search of more. Its hunger drives it to the Primordial Sea, and it is the driving force behind the prophecy of Fontaine's destruction.

Ch/ilde is touched by the Abyss. Like the Narwhal, he is lonely, unable to understand and be understood by other humans. He is in search of battle to sate the hunger inside of him. I think his journey will drive him to Celestia, or rather, to be a driving force in its destruction. The Narwhal's theme of devouring stars, Celestia representing the heavens (the stars) and Chi/lde's constellation meaning Celestial Narwhal leads me to this: 

He will become Celestia's All Devouring Narwhal.

But right now? He is the Eleventh Harbinger. Strong, yes, but nowhere near as strong as say, Arlecch/ino, or one of the top three said to be on par with Archons. Arle even says he has a temperament ill-suited for a Harbinger. It was Pulcinella who found the young Ajax, fresh off beating the shit out of trained Fatui soldiers, Abyss tainted and hard to control. The Fatui already have plenty of strong fighters like Cap and Arle. They tend to work more in the shadows, in political scheming, which Ch.ilde is,, not a fan of, nor is he particularly suited for it. So why train him, spend all that time to make him a Harbinger, send him on all these missions?

That brings us to Surtalogi / The Foul, who keeps the Narwhal as a pet, Ski.rk's master, who was, in turn, Ch.ilde's master. Surtalogi was one of the five sinners of Khaenriah, said to wield "world shattering power." Chi.lde's Abyssal form is called "Foul Legacy" — legacy defined as "something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past". FL looks similar to the shadow within the narwhal, and it also uses similar attack moves and movement patterns.

This is why the Fa.tui have taken an interest in Ch.ilde. This is why the Tsaritsa has spent this much time and effort in 'honing' this weapon. This Foul Legacy, this Abyssal power he carries, is the key to the Tsaritsa's plans to overthrow Celestia. Why do you think she's moving now, instead of decades earlier? I believe it has something to do with Ch.ilde, and certain research (dare I say, project?) reaching a conclusion.

Taken from Ch.ilde's Boss entry:

"The pitch-black memory of stepping into uttermost darkness, shall, at last, become the strength by which you will overturn this world."

Chi.lde will be key in destroying Celestia. He will overturn the world, and the Heavenly Principles that govern it. And to do that, he will have to master his Abyssal power, and the power from Foul Legacy.

Ch.ilde will become the Monoceros Caeli.

[sunnyrealist]

🌶️ Chapter 45: Under the Stars 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Sebastian and Kate are on the last day of their camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. Unlike most couples who guess that their significant others are their soulmates, they know it. Their visit to Blackfold Castle revealed the truth of their instant connection - Sebastian and Kate are the result of a ritual for rebirth performed by tragic lovers from the 15th century. When the two of them return to their tent, they spend time processing what they have learned. Kate feels an enormous amount of pressure to justify the sacrifice that was made in her past life, but ultimately, she and Sebastian are happy to know the truth. They decide that they must trust that they are doing the right thing by their former selves by living a good life filled with love.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x 24-year-old Kate Mayflower (my OC), the Hogwarts assistant librarian

Content warnings: In general, this is rated 18+ - minors should not read or interact with this story. This chapter features outdoor sex and a partner keeping a secret from their significant other.

NOTE: This is the end of Part One of The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars. I am planning to keep this story to three parts. There are exciting plot lines coming up in Part Two - surprises regarding Anne's final years, finally meeting Ominis in a dangerous conflict, Sebastian pushing for freedom from both the Kelpies and the Ministry of Magic, the couple trying to win the approval of Kate's parents, and more! There will be plenty of smut and fluff to come as well.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 45: Under the Stars

Kate easily convinces Sebastian to make camp in a more comfortable location since it is their last night. She doesn’t want to spend the entire evening planted in front of the cast-iron stove, especially because it is summer. After deliberation, they apparate back to Purple Heaven - the meadow filled with purple wildflowers, heather, and thistles they discovered days ago and aptly named. 

The sun is setting, an orange glow slowly enveloping the sky. The surrounding forest stands protectively, while singing birds mingle with the chirping crickets. This place is truly wonderful, Kate muses, as she levitates everything they’ll need for dinner right out of the tent. 

They have decided to dine al fresco. Sebastian has already set up their table and chairs, as well as floating candles in preparation for darkness to fall. As Kate lays out dishes on the table, she decides to change into something more comfortable now that they are not on a snow-covered, rocky mountainside. Plopping down on a chair, she begins to remove her boots and thick woolen socks, then places her bare feet on the soft grass, sighing in pleasure and granting herself a minute to just relax and take in the scenery.

When she enters the tent, boots in hand, Sebastian appears to be rummaging through his things. “What are you looking for?” 

He turns to face her, his expression disappointed. “I could have sworn that I packed a telescope, but I must have forgotten.” 

Kate grins. “That would have been nice, but we can still stargaze without a telescope. Don’t worry about it. We can just search for constellations on our own. I think it’s more romantic that way, sweetheart - don’t you?”

Sebastian nods and holds out an arm. Kate sidles up to him, melting into his embrace. “You always have a way of making things better,” he tells her, kissing the top of her head. 

“I’m changing into more suitable clothes for this altitude,” she explains as she steps away and disappears into her extendable bag. 

Kate emerges from the tent a few minutes later, still barefoot, wearing a long brown skirt over a white buttoned blouse with brown polka dots. A smile grows across her face as she notices Sebastian standing near the table holding a freshly-picked bouquet. As she makes her way towards him, he selects a white flower and places it carefully behind her ear, gently pulling her hair down around it to hold it in place. A tinge of pink graces her cheeks as her blue eyes open once more.

Sebastian lowers the bouquet into a glass vase at the center of the table. As the light disappears more and more, the candles provide a soft flickering of light. Kate dishes out the food:  roasted turkey with cranberries, whipped potatoes with brown gravy, warm dinner rolls with fresh butter, and a medley of seasoned, steamed vegetables. She fills their glasses with white wine. When she finally sits, Sebastian pushes in her seat.

Once the two begin to eat, lacewing flies slowly begin to light up the field, providing additional illumination. 

“I’m so glad we’re spending our last night here. I don’t know that I’ve ever been to a more beautiful place my entire life,” Kate muses, surveying their surroundings with joy. 

Adoration fills Sebastian’s eyes. “And I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life.”

She blushes deeply, sipping her wine. 

They eat quietly for a few minutes, broken only by him complimenting the meal thoroughly.

“So,” Kate begins after a while, “What happens now? Now that we know all of this? Now that the trip is practically finished?”

Sebastian’s lips flatten into a thin line as he considers this, realizing the truth rather quickly. His voice grows bitter. “We return to reality, I suppose.” As if to avoid saying it aloud, he mumbles, “I go back to the Ministry, and you go back to the library.”

“Well, not quite. I have the whole summer off,” she quietly notes with a small smile, trying not to make him jealous. “But…” she trails off, hesitant.

“What is it?”

Kate stares at her wine glass. Is it too soon? But we know now that we’re going to be together for the rest of our lives…

After a moment of deliberation, she finally explains, “Sebastian, I don’t want to be apart from you any more than we have to once we return.” Her tone is completely serious as she speaks, staring and searching his face. “Will you… live with me, my moon? I want you to move in with me. Please? I don’t want to sleep without you ever again. I want to be with you every possible moment from here on out.”

Sebastian sucks in a breath, then grins brightly at the thought of getting to move in with her so soon. “I… I would love to live with you and share a home. Waking up to your smile every morning… it would mean everything to me.” He chuffs in delight. “The more I think about it, the more I think I need it. Gods, I love you!” He rushes over to her, pulling her out of the chair and into his embrace.

“Oh, Bash,” Kate exclaims with a sweet laugh. “I don’t want to live without you anymore. Now that we know what we know, my cottage would simply not be home without you.” She squeezes him tighter. “You are my home. You belong with me, and I with you.”

Leaning down to her level, he takes her face in his hands. “Kate, are you really sure you want me to move in so soon? Are you certain?” When she nods, he adds, “If it’s something that you truly want, I would love to. I want to make you happy.”

“You already do. I want nothing more,” she affirms. 

One week ago, Sebastian would have questioned it in his mind, turning over all of the negative possibilities of moving in, automatically assuming he would eventually be kicked out of the cottage and abandoned all over again. Now, he has complete faith that that would never happen. There’s no need for insecurity. He kisses Kate’s forehead, then helps her to sit back down at the table.

“It’s a shame,” Kate notes, to which Sebastian raises an eyebrow. “A real shame that you don’t have the summer off.” He shrugs apologetically. “Imagine all we could do. But… you’ll move in with me now. So, at least we’ll be together every night. I promise I’ll always have dinner and a kiss ready for you when you get home.” She smiles at the word home. It’s not just her cottage anymore - it will be their home.

Sebastian chuckles softly, though he still can’t help but feel bitter as he thinks about work. “I’ll enjoy every night, at least, once I get home from my hellish shifts.” He sighs sadly. “Being away from you, even for only a few hours, will kill me.” His heart aches already at the thought of only getting to see her for a few precious hours every night.

Kate reaches for his hand. “You’ll at least have something to look forward to.” She gives it a squeeze. “I’ll take care of you when your workdays are done. I’ll make sure our nights are peaceful. Dinner ready, music playing, soft candlelight…”

“Gods.” Sebastian sighs as he pictures the idyllic scene she describes. 

“After dinner, I’ll draw you a warm bath, and then we’ll sit and read together with tea and dessert. Then, we can get cozy in bed and cuddle until we fall asleep.” She smiles a little bashfully. “Is that… something you would like?”

It feels to Sebastian as though the lacewing flies have apparated inside his abdomen. “Gods, that is all I could ever want. I would like nothing more than to come back to you after a long day at work and have you there to comfort me and take me into your arms until we fall asleep together.”

“Or not sleep,” Kate mutters playfully with a smirk.

He gives her a grin. “Or not sleep,” Sebastian echoes, his tone becoming cheeky. “We could… instead stay up late and do some other… activities.” 

They both chuckle, then tuck in to their meals once more. 

“Logistically, how difficult will it be for you to move your belongings to the cottage?” Kate later inquires, spooning up some whipped potatoes and dipping her fork in a pool of gravy.

Sebastian finishes chewing. “Not difficult at all.” 

“How long might it take, do you suppose?”

“Fifteen minutes,” he replies quickly.

Kate looks at him with a shocked expression, then breaks into laugh. “Oh, I see. You’re joking with me.” 

Sebastian stares at his plate, then glances at her in all seriousness. “No, I’m not.” He downs the rest of his white wine. “I… I really don’t have much, sweetheart. I move from inn to inn, never staying anywhere for too long.” He looks a bit sheepish. “I could probably fit most of my things in one box.”

Kate blinks, not sure how to respond to that. “I see.” She stands up and refills Sebastian’s glass, then smiles kindly. “Well, the cottage is small, anyway! Perhaps not having much is for the best. And if the move will be easy - well, that’s something we should be grateful for.”

He inhales deeply, as if breathing in her positivity. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Sebastian’s eyes bulge when Kate brings out a massive chocolate cake and cuts into it.

“I hope you like chocolate!” She grins as she cuts into the dessert, plating it and handing it to Sebastian. There are layers of chocolate mousse and fudgy frosting on top. Pouring out two glasses of cold milk, she hands one to Sebastian. “You’ll need it,” she tells him with a laugh.

“Good gods, this is delicious,” Sebastian utters after taking his first bite. “You really made this?”

She nods proudly. “I did!”

“Merlin, I will need to stay up with my physical training, if you’re going to continue making dessert like this when we’re home,” he notes with a glimmer in his eyes. “I’m going to be so spoiled.”

“Yes, you will be!” Kate washes down a bit of cake with milk, then changes the topic subtly. “I want to have lots of fun dates on weekends, Bash. You know, get out of the house and explore…”

Sebastian’s face brightens as he suggests, “We should go to London. There’s so much to do and see. We could go shopping for silly things, try different cuisines…”

“Oh, I’d love that! My sister lives there with her fiance, you know. Maybe we can all visit someday.” Kate’s eyes widen with enthusiasm. “But even just you and me - we’d have a great time. I’ve always wanted to visit Muggle London… if you’re up for it.”

He chuckles. He’s never seen anyone so excited to travel outside of the wizarding world before. “Yes!” he exclaims. “Absolutely, I want to go. I have been to London before, but I’ve always stayed in the magical community. It would be fascinating to go into the city proper and sightsee, like the Muggles do.”

Kate grins excitedly, reaching for his hand. “I’m so glad you don���t think I’m strange for wanting to see the Muggle world. Oh, gosh… and someday, we can travel beyond London. We could see the entire world! Italy, America, Japan, the Caribbean, Spain…”

Sebastian’s heart swells at her optimism and the way her mind is already planning out their future journeys together, even as they enjoy the final night of their first-ever adventure. He leans across the table to press his lips to hers. The kiss tastes like cocoa - so sweet.

After a few more bites, Kate smiles again. “So… tomorrow we head back home, but you still have until Monday before you have to go back to work. What are some things you might like to do, my love?”

Sebastian eats a bit more, giving her a thoughtful look. “I’m okay with doing pretty much anything, as long as it involves just the two of us, really. Is there anything you have in mind? Any places you want to go?”

“Well, we should move you into the cottage. But I suppose that goes without saying,” she replies, buying some time to decide if the time was right to bring up an idea. “After everything we have learned, and knowing how fully committed we are to each other, I would really welcome a chance to… to meet your parents and Anne. That is, to say, I was hoping we might visit their graves. I thought you could introduce me to them,” she finishes rather bashfully, hoping he doesn’t hate the idea.

He looks at Kate for a long time, not having expected this request. When he responds, his voice is a little shaky. “It’s… probably something I should have done a long time ago… visiting. I am okay with it if you want to.”

Now it’s Kate’s turn to be surprised at this admission. “Seb… How long has it been since you visited their graves?” She inquires in the calmest, kindest tone possible, not wanting to sound judgmental. Has he paid his respects in the years after Azkaban at all?

“It’s been… a long time. Years. Maybe close to a decade now,” he answers in a whisper. Her words make him feel a pit in his stomach. 

“Is… Anne buried near them?” 

Sebastian looks away. “I… I actually don’t know.” He practically jumps when Kate places his hand over his in an act of comfort. “But I would think she most likely is.” He pauses. “When my parents died, they were buried in Feldcroft. They didn’t live there. We grew up in Aranshire. But the idea was that Anne and I could visit them more easily in Feldcroft once we moved in with my uncle.” He’s silent for a while. Pained, he closes his eyes. “They would all be ashamed of me. I haven’t visited because of that.”

“Oh, my love,” Kate whispers in return. “No, you mustn’t think like that.” She moves her chair closer to him and rubs his back soothingly. “They must know all you’ve faced, what you’ve done to atone, what a good man you’ve become.”

Sebastian’s voice breaks. “T-the last time Anne wrote to me, she… she said she didn’t know if she could ever f-forgive me. She said she… needed time. I never heard from her again.” Earnestly, he searches Kate’s face when he asks, “Do… do you think they would even still love me?” 

Her jaw drops, but she replies immediately with confidence, “Of course. They’re your family.” Her hand rests on his shoulder. “There is so much you have yet to tell me about them, but I have to believe that if they are anything like you, they would never give up on someone so easily.”

Kate’s words reassure and calm Sebastian. “I hope you’re right. I… Sometimes… I wish I could go back in time and do things differently. Sometimes… I just wish I could change the way my life has been up until now…”

This train of thought lingers in Sebastian’s mind. The Time Turner he stole for the Kelpies is hidden away in a location known to him and only a few others. He has been entrusted to keep it secret until the gang decides to use it, though he will never let that happen. He’ll notify the Ministry when he has to. But… What if he were to use it for himself? He doesn’t utter a word about it to Kate. She doesn’t need to know about it and shouldn’t - knowing anything about it would put her in danger, too.

“We can’t change the past,” Kate murmurs calmly, kissing Sebastian’s head as she stands up to collect the dirty dishes. “All we can do is move forward. Your family surely knows that.”

About an hour later, Sebastian points to the night sky. “And there is Cassiopeia.”

Kate’s eyes find the constellation. “Ah, I see it! And that means that Andromeda and Perseus cannot be far off.”

He has made them a makeshift bed in the meadow, with blankets and pillows. Kate snuggles in closer and lays her head on his chest. He kisses her forehead gently.

“Andromeda’s story of being sold off by her father reminds me so much of Eilionoir,” she murmurs.

“But she was rescued, remember,” Sebastian notes. “She and Perseus lived happily ever after.”

“Just like us,” Kate adds with a smile. 

Sebastian feels as though his heart could burst. Here, he can forget about how tumultuous his job is, as well as the sorrows of his past. Here, they’re just two soulmates, cuddling under the stars without a thought in their heads except love and romance. 

“Kate,” he whispers. “Just the thought of spending my life with you, being able to wake up every morning knowing that you’ll be right next to me… it makes me feel…” He’s hesitant to finish the sentence, so he pulls her closer, hoping she’ll just understand.

She melts into his embrace but pushes him. “But… what does that make you feel, my love?”

He traces her jawline with a finger, looking over her face. “Safe,” he finally answers. “It makes me feel safe. For the first time… really, yes… For the first time in my life, I feel… safe.” He exhales softly, and his voice breaks. “I… I-I’ve just never felt this safe with anyone…”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Kate’s heart aches for him. “Of course, my darling. You’re safe with me. I’ll always be here. You can be vulnerable with me. I will always love you no matter what. We were born for each other.”

A small smile graces his lips. “I’ve… never had that kind of comfort. I’ve never had someone who was able to completely accept me and love me no matter what. I’ve… never been so happy as I am now, my sun.”

“We are going to have a happy life, I promise you,” she replies softly, gently running her hand through his hair. “When you have a rough day, I’ll be waiting for you at home with open arms. When you’re sad, I’ll kiss away your tears. And when you’re feeling positively sunny, I’ll be right by your side, smiling with you.” She kisses his cheek and then the tip of his nose. “If it’s alright, I just ask for a few things in return.”

“You have it, my love,” he responds without hesitation, his tone sincere. “You know you have my entire heart.” Their faces are incredibly close together now, his eyes locked on hers, trying to take in every detail of her expression. “You can have whatever you want. Just ask me. I promise I will be there for you, too. I’ll keep all the tears you cry, any sadness or pain you feel, and bear it in my heart instead of yours.”

Their noses touching, Kate closes her eyes. “I would never ask you to do that, my sweet moon. Never. You’ve suffered long enough. I would rather take it from you. I would if I could.” She kisses his lips softly. “Do you really wish to know what I would ask of you?”

“I want to know because I would do anything - anything in the entire world - if it would make you happy.” He swallows, the love he feels for her only growing more and more.

Kate smiles, staring into his eyes. “I wish to take your name when we marry. I want to be called Mrs. Sallow. I want you to love me for our entire lifetime, no matter what. I might not…  always be as beautiful as you always seem to believe I am today. Promise me, Bash - promise you’ll love me even after I’ve had your children, even after they’re grown and I’m wrinkled with gray hair.” She pauses, her breathing quiet. “Keep our marriage light. Never let us stop having fun. Push me sometimes - get me out of my routines.” She kisses his jaw. “And finally… I think we should perform the ritual again. The one that Neacal created so that he and Eilionoir - so that we - could find each other again in the next life. I want to find you over and over again, Sebastian. My Sebastian.” Her expression is filled with so much love.

Sebastian’s eyes shimmer more and more with each of her words, making him feel more than he’s felt in the entire past year in just a mere moment. It makes him believe in the power of love even more; to know she wants to marry him, to have his children, to grow old with him, and to even want to find him again in their next life… It brings tears to his eyes and causes his breath to become shaky. “Gods… yes,” he says, his voice barely audible. “Yes.” He does all he can to hold back his tears. “I will do everything you have asked. And I would be so honored for you to take my name and become Mrs. Sallow.” His voice has grown so quiet that she almost has to lean in further to catch his words. 

Kate presses her forehead against his. “I love you, my moon. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.” She coughs out a little laugh as she notices his watery eyes, tears forming in her own as she smiles. “Now we are both crying, Mr. Sallow!”

Sebastian chuckles quietly, brushing some of her blonde hair away from her face so gently, as if it were the softest material on Earth. His eyes search her own as he speaks again, his voice still shaky with emotion. “I love you. I love you so much, Mrs. Sallow.”

Despite her tears, Kate grins. “Oh, I love that. Say it again, Sebastian.”

“I love you, Mrs. Sallow. I mean it, with every breath I take, with every beat of my heart. I will always love you and be here for you… until the end of time. You saved me. You make my life worth living again.” His lips finally meet hers.

She returns his kiss with every bit of love in her heart. Pulling him closer, they languidly make out for a long, long time. Slipping underneath his tunic, Kate’s hands roam all over his back, his chest - anywhere she can touch. When she breaks away for a moment to catch her breath, his lips chase hers, unwilling to part until he is nearly out of breath himself. The two are left panting and trembling. She can barely think. Her blood sings his name; her soul cries for more. She stares at him and he back at her with exactly the same desperate need.

“Sebastian,” she chokes out.

His mind goes blank; all he can feel is his pure and intense desire for her. His heartbeat thunders in his ears. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a strangled moan escapes before he captures her lips again, the two of them losing themselves to passion.

After removing their clothing, Sebastian kisses every inch of Kate’s flesh. He nips at her perfect skin, leaving his signature in crimson in his wake. His mouth travels to her center, using his lips and tongue to prepare her, to pleasure her, to make her putty in his hand. She’s screaming in no time, arching her back and gripping the blanket.

Sebastian peers down at his lover in adoration of her beauty. Laid out bare for him, her full, round breasts are on full display, heaving as she gasps for air. By now, he has fully left his claim on her - so many marks, purple and red, bloom on her pale skin - all borne of love. She writhes on top of the blanket, begging for him and his touch, her cheeks flushed.

Kate’s gaze is fixed upon him, her future husband - his large biceps, defined chest, his chocolatey-rich eyes that examine her soul. She can see how ready he is, his manhood large and long and standing proud against his lower abdomen. Kate touches him, pumping him until he pushes her hand away gently, whispering how it is too much for him and how much he wants to be inside her instead. 

He spreads her legs and lifts them over his shoulders; then, grasping her bottom, pulls her center onto him slowly - so slowly - with a soft groan, until it seems he can traverse no further. The two simply gape at each other for a few moments, completely transfixed.

This position is intense; Sebastian is buried to the hilt inside her, and as he begins to thrust, it feels as though he wants to venture further yet. Kate doesn’t know that that is even possible. She almost immediately begins to vocalize as his fingers sink into the supple flesh of her hips, trying to hold her in place as he begins to languidly move. Her hands slither over her breasts, touching her own sensitive nipples as he begins to stroke deeply. His eyes are filled with pure pleasure as he unhurriedly moves within her, his breath trembling as he feels the tight pressure around him. 

Sebastian’s movements become gradually faster as her hands move over her breasts, her wanton moaning only making him want more, making him want to feel closer to her, making him want to consume every part of her. 

When he finally begins to pound into her, Kate whimpers. He maintains the rhythm for a while, then slows down again, pushing as deep as he can, lingering, before continuing on. The cycle repeats until he is sweating, red, and panting, with Kate shrieking, her breasts bouncing as he hammers into her. Their moans echo off of the trees that surround the meadow.

Sebastian folds her down, his face now so close to hers. This new position brings his thrusting closer to her sensitive bud, and it isn’t long before she comes, shouting out his name in broken syllables, almost sounding as though she’s crying in ecstasy. His own loud groans become one with hers as she finally reaches the climax he has been working so hard for her to achieve. Their bodies dance together in pleasure, hips meeting hips, until the two of them find release together.

Kate clutches Sebastian’s neck as he cries out. After exploding inside of her, his thrusts begin to slow. She finally lowers her legs. She presses her body so close to his that it’s difficult to tell where he ends and she begins. They share a long, tender kiss that communicates how much each of them idolizes the other.

His heart beats so quickly that it almost hurts. Sebastian whispers, “Kate… I love you… I love you so much…”

“Sebastian,” Kate breathes out against his neck. “I love you, too.”

She doesn’t want to ever let go of him, but sheer exhaustion forces her to. It’s been such a long and truly exciting day. She still isn’t all that sure how to effectively process all of the emotion she has felt, along with the almost unbelievable truth that she and he are reincarnated souls, reunited at long last. 

They fall asleep, snuggled tightly together under the stars - the stars that brought the sun and moon together once more.

[soulsxng]

List of Realms pt.1

Or, more accurately, a list of realms that I have muses in, side or not, or that will be brought up often. They're gonna be split up since there's a lot of them, and I'm gonna have a little bit of info along with them.

Class 5 - Massive Size

Astra'alca: Realm of the celestial stars, otherwise known as the Astrecid. The single largest realm in existence, and the only one to have a natural "gateway" connecting them to every other permanent (aka, not a pocket or personal) realm. Not accessible by normal means; usually one has to obtain permission to enter there from the Constellation Council. Still a living realm, though the Pirodeti that makes up its heart hasn't been seen since it turned into the realm in the first place. Rarely heard from, either.

Ennirem: Though it's technically dwarfed by Astra'alca, Ennirem is the next biggest realm after it-- roughly 15 to 20 times Gaea/the Mortal Realm's size. (It has slightly fewer deities there, however, and a lower population density in most places) Some of the countries/kingdoms/continents that will be mentioned most are going to be Carpathia (Vampires), the Viridian Canopy (Witches, Cephlani, Dryads/Hamadryads), Uskeval (Chivalei, Elementals), Vakhes (Wind Surfers, Volcanis, various cold blooded shifters; particularly dragons). Also still a living realm, and often wanders about among the people there, going by the name "Saolo"...not that most people know that.