#If I'm a dark winter and not supposed to have copper hair then why I look so good in it that people always ask me if it's natural?

[magnatrash]

Been getting into fashion theory (Kibbe, seasonal colouring, essences, etc) and honestly I'm ready to just throw the whole thing in the trash

[elsewhereuniversity]

I've been giving small blessings to my charge to help them while they study here. Glasses that help with focus, a pen that allows for legible handwriting, a pillow that grants complete rest and so on. Just small things that should help them excel.

My charge has...started trading their things, I'm not all that powerful and these charms have my magic. So I can't get it back once lost. I can't tell my charge because they aren't supposed to know I'm around to help. And not all the things they've traded for are good for them.

Like with their new glasses that give them the sight, it's awfully hard to hide from those when they wear them. Or that crown that grants wisdom, that had a nasty hex on it that took me an entire night to remove. Then there was that elixir of luck, I had to hurry to get gilded bramble berry juice to mix in before they poisoned themselves. Ruined to elixir but at least they're still alive.

I'm getting exhausted flying around campus trying to prevent them from coming to any harm. I've hardly rested the past fortnight.

Anyway...

Could you keep an eye out for any slightly enchanted items that do what they're supposed to do but only a little better? Just simple magics that feel like the blue of a night sky or smells like dawn in the spring, this won't make sense until you touch the items with my power. Any little bit of magic I can get back will help me in keeping my little idiot safe.

I need to find:

Two black hats that help with vision and keeping cool.

Silver rimmed glasses that grants greater focus

A purple reusable water bottle that dispense cool refreshing water

Black running shoes that boosts endurance

A white winter jacket to ward off the cold

A flashlight that wards away dark things

And a red bowl often used for microwaving ramen, that boosts the nutritional value of anything placed in it.

Lastly: if you happen to see a student with hair dyed multiple shades of blue wearing copper spectacles with too many lenses and maybe a brass crown. Can you smack them up the back of their head, not too hard, but enough to convey they've messed something up and should stop. That would be appreciated.

Signed

A very tired fairy guardian~

You really tried hard with the hats, huh. Were those meant to be stacked, or did you a make a second after they traded the first, just in case they overheated?

At any rate, smacking people is not within my purview, but I do think I have the glasses: silver rimmed, charmed, one lens cracked (which seems to line up with the customary care your charge has towards these things). However... based on the note that accompanied the glasses, I regret to say your charge seems to have been stolen away some time ago. The one who gave me the glasses was less concerned with their focus than with what the silver was revealing to them in the mirror. I suspect that’s why the changeling is wearing copper spectacles currently.

Best of luck with finding your wayward charge; I will keep an eye out for the rest in the meantime.

[narrators-journal]

Hello my wonderful girlfriend whom I love and adore. Kitsune yusuke and yuma with exhibitionism, public sex, and breeding? Bonus points if you slide in some bondage too :3€

I admittedly forgot the bondage, but I hope the rest is up to your standards Sunburst.

CW: All the stuff listed above, but replace Bondage with knots and a bit of monsterfuckery

The forest air was heavy with the scent of new life. Cold, fresh, and green. Bright and full of life despite the thick shadows that danced with the breeze-blown, tangled mesh of foliage and branches over head. And while the sun was warm, the air still held the chilly edge of winter. So, the small copper-haired boy was thankful for his hoodie while exploring the foliage around his friends' campsite.

Was it the smartest idea for Yuma to leave Ryuji, Akira, and his other friends to set up camp to explore the sea of trees and ferns surrounding their clearing? No, but Yuma Fujioka wasn't exactly known for smart or safe decisions. Though, he did have the awareness to mind his step and keep his emerald eyes peeled for any surprise drop-offs, predators, or other obstacles.

Yet, being careful of predators didn't mean the rustling of a nearby bush didn't grab his attention. "Ryuji, if that's you I'm going to slap the taste out of your mouth." He warned, and when the blonde didn't respond, the redhead moved closer to the bush. Picking up a stick along the way to lift the lower, leaf-rich branches to peek beneath. Finding a fox, unsurprisingly.

Though, what wasn't expected was the color of the fox. Snow white, with red decorating its cheeks and surrounding his unnerving intelligent eyes like eyeliner. Which was definitely odd, but the way the fox was laying in the shade, panting despite the chilly air was weirder. "Oh, you are not a normal fox, are you?" He asked, not expecting an answer as he scooped the fluffy creature up. But, the fox did nod, which made the redhead blink. "What are you then? A Kitsune?" That got a nod from the panting animal.

Holy shit, a Kitsune? For real? He thought, letting that possibility settle in before he finally settled on an idea and put the snow-colored animal on the lush grass. "If you're a real one, can you turn into a human?" He asked. The fox's blue-grey eyes looking up at him for a long moment before he finally stood up on his shakey paws and shook himself until he seemed to combust into white-hot fire. The sudden burst of heat making Yuma cover his face and step back. But, when the heat died down and he looked back to the fox, he found a man instead.

Not just any man, though. A gorgeous man. With shaggy midnight hair that fell into his face just enough to cover one of his blue-grey eyes, and a white fox mask with red around the eyes, and the same small, cherry-red markings that still adorned his fair cheeks. Outside of that, though, all the man wore was a sort of dark blue robe lined with white and tied with a blue-and-white striped cloth. The one thing seeming to keep Yuma from getting an eye full of exactly what was making a tent in the fabric. "Oh! Oh my god, um...You're kinda naked." Was all the redhead could manage while his own freckled cheeks began to burn like a furnace. The Kitsune, meanwhile, only looked away into the foliage and made sure his robe was covering his groin. His own cheeks painted a shade of pink. "S-sorry. I...I didn't mean to make this awkward. I-I was just trying to combust, not shift." He explained in a bit of a ramble.

A moment of silence followed. What am I supposed to do here? Shoo him away? Offer him clothes?...Offer to help? Yuma thought, fidgeting with his t-shirt while the fox spirit sat in front of him. Ripping up some of the grass while the two of them sat in nothing but the ambient noise of birds and wind. I mean, That chaotic voice in the copper-haired man's head began, We're a grown man. If we wanna fuck a pretty kitsune in the forest, I don't see why not. Plus, bragging rights. And, it had a point. Yuma was an adult, no one could tell him not to sleep with this creature if he wanted. So, the redhead cleared his throat and finally broke the silence, "Um, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but is there a particular reason you're...aroused?" The creature fidgetted, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink before he replied, "Um, I-I've gone into a rut." He explained, "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have hung around and let you pick me up. I think I'll just go, I'm sorry again." With that, he picked his mask up and went to put it on, but Yuma grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Dude, no need to apologize. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine for messing with a wild animal. You're simply going through a natural occurrence, I'm not going to fault you for that."

That seemed to take the creature by surprise. His blue-grey eyes staring at Yuma like he'd offered a kidney as a snack. "You...you don't think I'm a pervert or anything? I know you humans aren't always the most comfortable with sexual stuff..." He pointed out, but the man waved that off, "I'm not one of those prudes, promise. I'm more curious about you going into a rut than disgusted by it." He assured, further surprising the blue-haired man. "You're curious?" Yuma nodded, "I don't have a rut, I don't know how they work. Like, how long does it last? Do you need to find a partner or does it go away regardless at the end of the period?" He asked, and while the fox spirit was still a fair shade of pink, he did answer. "Well, ruts are easier with a partner, but they will go away without one. They tend to last up to two weeks a year." The boy nodded at that, "So, you've got two weeks of this left?" The Kitsune nodded, "Would...would you like some help?"

The fox spirit stared at him in utter shock.

"We don't have to!" Yuma added, his own cheeks flaring another deep red at that. "I only thought, that, well...You need help, and while i'm not a woman, I wouldn't imagine you're too picky in a rut." The creature shook his head vigorously, "Oh, no, it's not that you're a guy. I-I don't li- I mean, I don't mind that." He stammered. Running a hand through his midnight-colored hair. "I was just surprised because..well, you don't know me, and I...I don't want to hurt you if you don't know what you're getting into." Yuma hummed at that, a bit touched that the horny fox was so worried about his safety at the moment. "Are you going to fuck me to death?" The man shook his head at that, his cheeks pink again at that implication. "Can you somehow impregnate me?" Once again, the fox shook his head. "Then, it'll be fine. If you'll accept, I'll help you." He assured, smiling more when the creature took a moment to fidget and weigh his options.

Finally, he sighed, his blue-grey eyes back to not looking at the red-head as he spoke, "Okay, b-but first, I'm named Yusuke Kitagawa, what's your name?" "Yuma Fujioka, nice to meet you, Yusuke."

With that, Yuma let the creature's wrist go to begin pulling off his pants and backpack. Being sure to fish out a bottle of lube to give to the fox, "I assume you're wanting to do the fucking, not be fucked." Yusuke nodded and took the bottle. "Why do you have this though?" "I keep hoping to bang my childhood friend, so I kind of keep lube on me. In case I get through his thick skull." Yuma explained, making the fox spirit giggle.

Once Yuma's pants were off, he let Yusuke pull him into a kiss. The kiss started off tentative and soft. But when Yuma was still receptive to his advances, Yusuke turned more forceful. Wrapping his arms around the smaller male and beginning to back him up to a tree to trap the redhead between his well-muscled body and the rough bark of the tree.

However, the kiss wasn't too long. The fox spirit was too impatient to take his time. So, Yuma didn't complain when the midnight-haired man picked him up with ease. Nor when he began attacking his neck in an attempt at foreplay. Only wrapping his arms and legs around his neck while the impatient, needy roughness of his actions sent bolts of lightning through his blood. That restless heat was only fed more by the sloppy kisses to his neck and the warmth of Yusuke's hands gripping his thighs.

It was all very fast. Very uncoordinated and rushed. Which seemed to amp up the small sparks of heated pleasure the fox spirit's touch caused. That heat, and the hot thrill of being so exposed and at risk of getting found out, helping the camper ignore the springtime chill in the air. Though, that same chill didn't seem to affect the hungry Kitsune, who was now trying to find a way to keep touching the redheaded human and slather lube onto his member at the same time. His frantic need only seemed to warm Yuma's belly more and make his member twitch with his own need.

I can't wait much longer. Yuma decided, moving a hand from Yusuke's neck to reach between them and grab his member. The responding moan sending another wave of heat through him, but he kept his focus and began stroking the fox spirit's length to help lubricate him before lining him up with his entrance.

From there, Yusuke thrust into him. Both of them moaned at the pleasure that shot through them. A pleasure that seemed to snap whatever reservations Yusuke held. Because once his member filled the redhead's eager hole, his hold on his form slipped a bit. Causing snowy ears to appear on his head while his blue-grey eyes glowed with a feral, fiery light. "Yu-" Yuma was abruptly cut off when the fox pulled out to slam back into him. Making the redhead jolt against the bark of the tree with the sudden forceful thrusts. Though, Yuma didn't stop him. Only clawing into his shoulders and moaning under the relentless waves of euphoria Yusuke sent through him in his crazed drive to breed the male camper.

Not that the Kitsune was much better off. Almost any movement the redhead gave earned a desperate noise. From pulling on his shaggy blue hair to squeezing him between his thighs to drive him deeper. Despite the only thing keeping Yusuke from burying himself to the absolute hilt was a swelling knot at the base of his member. He was damn near feral. Nothing but needy and desperate to try and breed him. Which only seemed to add to the thrill of the open area they were in and the risk of the others finding them.

All of which, fanned the flames of burning desire in his belly until his member twitched and throbbed for attention. So, while Yusuke continued to claw and thrust into him, the copper-haired man reached between them again to stroke his own member. Moaning at the extra relief the action gave. Pushing him closer to the edge at a faster rate than before while Yusuke humped into him. "Y-Yusuke!" He gasped, clawing the man's shoulder in as best a warning as he could manage. But, all the midnight-haired man did was angle his snow-colored ears back and growl. Continuing to move, even after Yuma whined and painted his own hand with cum. All Yuma could do after that was cling to the Kitsune, whine out his name when the pleasure gained a sharper edge to it, and wait until his partner finally finished.

However, instead of going until the release blinded him, Yusuke whined and stuttered to a stop. "W-what's wrong?" Yuma panted, blinking and tugging at the fox's dark hair to try and encourage him to move. But, the response he got was a shallow thrust to remind him of the swollen knot pressing into his entrance. Naturally, that part wasn't as easy to fit inside of the human. But that didn't stop the man from trying despite how the redhead winced. "O-oh! Um..." I'm going to regret this, aren't I? He asked himself. taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before he continued, "Go ahead, I can take it." I hope.

With that bit of permission, Yusuke wagged his tail and began adjusting the camper's position. Trying to find an angle that would let him squeeze the swollen gland into the whining redhead. Which stung like a bitch for the shorter male, but also sent more bolts of lightning through his blood.

But, he didn't stop his partner. He'd been warned, he couldn't back out now. Especially not with how he sat sandwiched between Yusuke's warm body and the rough bark of the tree with his legs locked around the creature's hips. So, Yuma just let out small moans and clawed into the Kitsune's shoulders. Letting him work the knot into him until it, at last, popped into Yuma and earned a yelp.

"Ohhhh, fuck." He breathed, feeling more stuffed than a thanksgiving turkey. Plus, more shakey than a card tower in a strong breeze. "So...so full..." He whimpered, moving his hand to Yusuke's hair while the man nuzzled into his neck and littered his skin with butterfly kisses while grinding into him again. Going until, at long last, he emptied himself into the redhead.

Only then, did Yusuke seem to come completely back to his senses. "Fuck...I'm sorry..." He muttered into Yuma's neck. Back to kissing along the skin there while the camper panted and tried to recollect his ability to think enough to not focus on how warm and near-uncomfortably full he was. "'ts fine," He managed after a moment. Blinking a few times to get his emerald eyes to focus again, "How...how long does that thing take to deflate?" "Uh, about an hour." He nodded at that, flopping his head against Yusuke's shoulder. "On the bright side, you can't get pregnant?" He offered, making the redhead laugh. Though, he didn't strive to continue the conversation beyond that. He was content to spend the hour waiting for Yusuke's knot to go down recharging in silence.

[madphantom]

The Sound of Life - Chapter 24

"Winslow, what happened?" Phoenix rushed to his side when he stumbled in. "Where have you been?"

"Lilson lost his mind." Winslow was breathing heavily and leaned against the wall.

"What?" Phoenix was shocked.

"He lost it. He went apeshit. Emmy and I found him. We wanted to talk to him about Rock Night...Emmy called the ambulance."

"Why are you so calm about this?", Phoenix whispered. "Why are you so calm?!!", she suddenly screamed at Winslow. "Are you happy? Are you secretly rejoycing because the last thing that reminded you of Swan is gone?! I'll tell you something, Winslow: Melody was not a thing. Melody was a person. And Melody was not Swan."

"I never thought so Phoenix and you know."

"Then where are your tears?! Winslow, all you think of is that accursed cantata you're writing!", Phoenix shouted. "You bastard only see and hear music! I'm telling you something: If you didn't love my child, you won't love your child either."

"What?"

She looked at him. "I'm pregnant, Winslow. But you don't deserve this child. I'm taking it with me, to a better life, without you and your music."

She grabbed her rucksack and started to stuff it with clothes.

"Phoenix, what are you doing?"

"I'm leaving." She glared at him. "And I'm not coming back until you burn that bewitched score."

"Phinny...!"

"Bye, Winslow. Have fun composing." She slammed the door shut.

He leafed through the pages. Six hundred sixty-six sheets of music. Wonderful music. Fueled by rage and grief. By far the best thing he had ever composed. Lucifer was finished and it was grand.

But at what cost?

Winslow looked into the candle flame. For a split second he thought he could see a distant smile in it. A malevolent smile.

The cat - Siri - slipped into the room. She meowed at him. What a bad father her yellow eyes seemed to say.

Suddenly Winslow made a decision. He got up, picked up the candle and walked over to the bedroom. The cat followed.

There he sat down in front of the mirror. "I know you're watching me," he whispered, looking his reflection in the eye. "I know who you are. I've seen you in Swan's recording. I signed a contract, you know. Time to talk about it."

Suddenly his reflection smiled and bowed it's head. "Well, if you insist, Winslow Leach."

"I do insist."

The smile widened. "Then let's talk."

Suddenly Winslow found himself in a red room, similar to the backstage of the Paradise. He shuddered when he realized that he was in hell.

A mirror was hanging on the wall. Winslow walked over to it and looked at his reflection.

What he saw shocked him.

His scars were gone. His skin was of a ghostly translucent white. Eight immense black wings grew out of his back. The white of his eyes was black.

"Welcome, your majesty," a voice said and Winslow turned around.

A shadow was leaning against the wall. It was literally just a shadow, a concentrated spot of darkness among the red.

"I guess you're supposed to be the devil."

"I go by many names."

"Are you mocking me?", Winslow asked.

The shadow laughed. "I would never. No, I'm just welcoming you in hell. You've come a long way."

"What is this?" Winslow gesticulated at the wings.

"Your hell prince form. You're lucky, Winslow. There will only be seven princes of hell. This century is a good one. Three of my hell princes came from it." The shadow chuckled. "Follow me."

Suddenly Winslow found himself in a circular red room. Seven thrones surrounded him. Two were empty.

The blue one and the red one.

The shadow next to him sighed. "Too bad. Loki was going to be a wonderful hell prince. But sadly his love for Melody was stronger."

Winslow frowned. "What do you mean?"

"He terminated his own contract." The shadow chuckled again.

"We have been expecting you," the hell prince on the white throne said. He had long fair hair, golden eyes and eight white wings. Swan. He smiled and presented pointy teeth.

"Hi Swan. Last time I saw you I stabbed you, didn't I?"

"That is correct. It was difficult indeed to persuade the master of shadows to grant me my rank. But now - here I am." He opened a pair of his wings.

"I offer you a deal, Winslow" the shadow whispered. "Give me Phoenix. Give me a hell princess." The red throne suddenly turned emerald green, the colour of Phoenix' eyes. "Give me her soul and you will have an immortal queen by your side - rulers of hell forever."

The shadow suddenly turned into a green sillhouette. The sillhouette of a woman with curly long hair and eight wings. She laughed.

Winslow took a look around, wondering whether he'd recognize any of the other hell princes. He immediately did. On the copper throne sat a prince whose eyes were completely copper, without any whites, and whose eight wings were of the same shimmering reddish brown. His long hair was slick and as black as coal. It was a little surprising to see him without his trademark moustache, but it was obvious who this man was:

Adolf Hitler.

He smirked a little when he saw the shock in Winslow's eyes.

On his left was a grey throne. The man on it had a narrow cruel face, grey wings and blank white eyes. Winslow didn't recognize him at first, but then he spotted dozens of dark silver stains on his toga and realized it was Caesar.

Next to him, on a purple throne, sat a hell prince with long dark hair and cold purple eyes. Vlad the Impaler. And on the last throne, which was of a dark orange, was Stalin. Josef fucking Stalin.

"I don't want to," Winslow suddenly said.

The green sillhouette turned back into the shadow. "What?"

"I don't want to be some kind of hell prince. I don't want to. I don't want Phoenix to be some kind of hell princess. And she wouldn't want it either."

"You're making a mistake."

"You're lining me up with Hitler...Vlad the Impaler...Swan here. I'm not a good person, and I made many mistakes, but I certainly won't make the mistake of ruling hell with...monsters!" Winslow looked at the shadow and then, to prove his point, pulled his knife out of his pocket.

"What are you doing?!", the shadow stuttered.

Winslow grabbed one of his wings and with a yell of pain cut it off. The pain was so strong he saw his life flashing before his eyes. His childhood. Playing in the woods of Dunphy. Bullies pushing him on the floor. His sisters protecting him. Emmy, sitting on the bed and listening while he played his music for her.

The second one followed. Winslow vividly saw the moment when he'd found out about his tutor's death. He saw himself, packing his clothes and saying goodbye, leaving, to head to New York, to find his luck in the wide world.

The third wing. Winslow in a tiny hotel. Winslow, losing his way in the city. Winslow playing in an empty concert hall, just another lost soul in a city of apathy. Winslow meeting Philbin. Winslow coming to Death Records. Winslow sneaking into Swanage. Phoenix.

The fourth wing. He thought he could taste the blood in his mouth as he was taken back to the policemen, back to Sing Sing, back to his teeth being pulled and his hair being cut. He screamed when the record press closed in around him and cut off...

...the fifth wing. A wave of fear swept over him. He felt pain, he felt sorrow, the absolute insanity from his time as the Phantom, he felt the claustrophobic feeling of the helmet around his head, and he saw Phoenix and reached out to her, but a hundred knives seemed to separate them and she turned to Swan...

The sixth wing. A hospital. A Winter's day in the park. Phoenix, laughing, smiling with him. Happiness. Relief. The Fruits recording with them. Survival.

The seventh wing. He felt the overwhelming joy of holding his child. He felt happiness at the sight of his success. He laughed with William and Brian. He danced with Phoenix at the Winter's Ball. He spotted Antoine in the crowd, but he was no longer malevolent.

The wings turned to ashes as soon as they were no longer connected to him.

"What are you doing?!", the shadow screeched while the hell princes sat in silent shock.

With a final scream Winslow cut off his last wing. The world around him started to twirl. He fell on his knees.

The eighth wing hit him with all it's might. He felt like he was falling or flying. He saw Melody on the rainy road, her pale face reflected by hundreds of water drops - or tear drops? He wasn't too sure. He heard a scream of sorrow. He felt darkness trying to consume him, but there, at the end of the tunnel, there was light and a smaragdine bird rose from the ashes.

"Phoenix," he whispered.

When he looked up he was back in front of the mirror in the bedroom.