#Lili Dawn on the moon

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[skyguy-simp]

if cillian murphy and lily gladstone don’t win those oscars… I ride at dawn and I’ll take a group!

[solkatt-arts]

Redesigns of the toy exclusive princesses Gold Lily and Sterling!

My headcanon for these two is that in an alternative universe they help unite Equestria instead of Tia and Luna. I’ve made them into the princesses of dawn (Gold Lily) and dusk (Sterling). I’ve yet to figure out how the princess switch would influence the g4 canon but Nightmare Moon wouldn’t be a thing in this verse. Some other event would have to happen for the mane 6 to meet🤔

[sleepybbie]

Hi Lily :) anon who requested the Blade thirst Drabble AND LET ME SAY WHEW THAT WAS HOT 🥵 I also loved your Dan Feng thirst drabble (two cocks omg) and I was wondering… could I send you a request for Dan Feng x reader x Yingxing thirst drabble please? Extra spicy 😏 thank you!!

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 | dan feng & yingxing drabble

a/n: oh my! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა i’ve been getting sooo much threesum requests lately, makes me realized if u guys want to be split open that badly (can’t blame u all either :3) tysm for requesting, darling<3

dan feng x fem!reader x yingxing

warning: threesum :,> anal and vaginal sex (they’re both just so excited! >:3) yingxing’s teases :( dan feng more on smooth talk <3 reader is yingxing’s lover ^^

the xianzhou has always known to be quite the tranquil place during evenings, when the dawn finally closes its eyes for the night sky to arrive and let its stars and bright moon shine, it wouldn’t be a surprise of why you found yourself fucking yourself mindless on YINGXING’S aching cock as he lays down, watching you as he guides your hips on such a soothing and peaceful night.

however it was strange, these weren’t like the usual loving nights you and yingxing would often do…there was like an itch over your shoulder. like a new presence hiding in the rooms.

truthfully, you had no idea of why your lover was smirking up on you as you rode his dick, pushing yourself back and forth like a vulnerable individual before he toys with your breasts, pushing himself deeper into the serene comfort of the pillows as the scented candles fragrances the room. you knew how cocky he could be at some times, but you couldn’t shake this feeling looping over your head that he may as well be planning something.

he pumps himself further into your creamy walls, leaks of his release overflowing out from your drooling cunt while you still kept going, whining the blacksmith’s name like it was the only word you knew in your mind while you jumped up and down on his chest. the pleasure aches in your stomach, tears flying out from your eyelids..voice filling in the night air of your bedroom. you couldn’t stop your hips from thrusting down on him. it was good, too good, your mind filled with incoherence…

you should’ve had trusted your instincts when you felt like an uninviting presence lurking in your room…because before you could chase on your second release, a hand pushes you down on yingxing’s chest out of nowhere.

your heartbeat palpitates hard on your chest, pants going faint as a familiar voice from the back echoes in the room.

“stay down, just like that..”

was that…?

you tried to turn your head to see if it was really the voice of the high elder, however his palm immediately pushed you down, yingxing’s hand gripping on your sweaty thighs.

“look who decided to come. make haste now, my dearest here wishes her pleasure to be fulfilled” yingxing says, cupping your cheek lovingly. DAN FENG scoffs, his hands bring your hips up until he faces with your ass cheeks, cunt filled with the brim with his bosom friend’s cum. slowly did he spreads them apart, and your eyes went wide in realization. oh aeons…

you felt a tip slap at your other hole, and just by touch alone did you know he was big.

“w-wait—

“you can take both of us, yes? come on, i’m sure you can..” yingxing cooed, his thumb brushing a small tear from your flushed eyelids. “besides, it’s not only two you’ll be taking…”

wait what?

before you could utter another word, the stretch on your pussy lengthens more, your eyes rolling back to the back of your head when you felt two tips enter both of your holes, a high pitched moan choking out from your throat as dan feng manages to push himself inside of you. he stays still for a moment while you squirm, one cock plunged in your asshole while your core was plunged with two. they haven’t even started to move, yet you were already so loud. yingxing chuckles, his hand now on your hip as he moves his head to look at dan feng.

“i told you…”

“hmph, so she can take three…” you hear dan feng reply to him, however your mind was in a haze, trying to adjust to both of their sizes, your breath shaking from the aftershocks.

once they began to move, you were left with a babbling nonsense escaping your lips, feeling them hit the right spots everywhere in you. your tits bouncing while yingxing plays with your nipples, dan feng leaving bitemarks at the back of your neck as he fucks both your cunt and your asshole to the oblivion. your cries went louder, a tear falling down as the nasty wet sounds of skin to skin became more faster and harsher, sandwiched between the two members of the high cloud quintet.

“you’re doing amazing, sweetheart…never knew you could take three…”

“praising your lover in bed…hm…so that’s common?”

“oh no need to be so formal, dan feng..”

you couldn’t believe they were chatting so casually while the fucked your brain to pieces. their cocks weren’t in synch however unlike in their battles together, one was in while the other was out, bringing you a type of euphoric pleasure that was not like other in the luofu. yingxing’s thrusts were fast, gentle, but they never fail to hit the deepest parts within you. same goes for the high elder with his merciless moves of his hips, who seemed to enjoy the same as his dear friend did, holding on your arms while your head pushes back, staring at the ceiling from ecstasy. you were fucked stupid, to the point you couldn’t think straight, brain mushed with nothing but a begging wreck of lust.

“o-oh fuck, oh fuck…you feel so good…” yingxing groans, tongue slithering the valley between your breasts before he sucks deep in your neck, leaving yet another mark on you.

“hah…so this is how human reproduction feels like..”

“too bad for a vidyadhara,” yingxing teases him, and dan feng groans.

a tight knot folds in your stomach as they moved faster, fucking you with full force like it was the way to bring an end to the denizens of abundance. your poor cervix was being kissed all over and over again by their huge tips, non stop repeats. your mewls went higher, feeling your high approach at the edge of your stomach. yingxing and dan feng weren’t going to last much either…

“c-crap i think i’m gonna…”

“o-oh dear long..”

yingxing holds on your hips, picking up the pace as dan feng follows by. this was fast, far too fast…they were going to fucking break you at this point. in each increase of their speed, your climax spills out of your abused womb, a moaning mess filling your bedroom. no matter what you could never follow up with their quick paces. dan feng held you tight in place, his hands would leave bruises on your skin.

yingxing releases first, pumping you full with his cum until you were a crying mess, his load spilling out of you and on dan feng’s second cock, until it stains the sheets and onto the floor. fat plumps of his cum spilling all over. the vidyadhara’s grip was strong on your arms, leaving fingermarks on them until he too came a lot, releasing on both of your holes with his huge load, stuffing you full straight to your entrance. their releases mixed altogether along with yours, filling your holes to the brim.

your tongue lolled out from your mouth before you passed out and fell on yingxing’s chest. yingxing lets out a breathy laugh, pushing your sweaty strands of hair behind your ear before he kisses your forehead. dan feng finally pulls himself out of you, the mixture of his and yingxing’s cum leaking out of your hole. he pushes his hair back, watching as the trail from the shaft of his dick fall down to the floor.

“that…that wasn’t too bad…is she going to be alright though?” yingxing smiles at him, brushing your head as you slumbered on his chest.

“see? we should do this often more…what do you say?”

[sewn-with-lilies-fair]

As a holiday gift, I commissioned Aoife O'Dea to sing Luthien's Lullaby from the Lay of Leithian musical.

There couldn't be a more perfect fit- Aoife, who played Arwen in Watermill Theatre's Lord of the Rings musical last year, and Luthien, Arwen's elven ancestor, using the magic of song to send us off to sleep.

Dreams, on the wings of music hover...

Voice and harp- Aoife O'Dea Original music and lyrics- Skadi English lyrics- @nereb-and-dungalef, @quixoticanarchy, and @sewn-with-lilies-fair

Lyrics under the cut.

Day fades to night, Sunset hides its light ‘til dawn’s unveiling. Stars out of sight Shine over those whose strength is close to failing.

I sing before the lord of darkness, Minstrel in the halls that echo starless. Dreams on the wings of music hover- Sleep, bow your head to peaceful slumber. Sleep…

On gentle wings Mist turns the mountains sapphire as the ocean. Like waves I sing, And from the strands of fate my verse is woven.

Over the night the moon is sailing Onward, to the shores where sleep is waiting. Dreams on the wings of music hover- Wait, bow your head to peaceful slumber. Wait…

Fine threads of rain Upon your window weave a satin curtain. Lay down your pain, And let oblivion relieve your burden.

Hear how the restless wind is sighing- Quiet, for the storm has ceased its crying. Dreams on the wings of music hover- Hush, bow your head to peaceful slumber. Hush…

[fancyfeathers]

The Moon Will Sing (Yandere Rex Lapis/Zhongli x Goddesses!Reader) (Normalized Yandere AU)

(TW- abandonment, kidnapping, restraints, extreme isolation, semi torture, dehydration, starvation, marking/body modification)

Inspired by this post

There is a story in Liyue about how Rex Lapis, the Lord of Geo and the Goddess of Moonlight fell in love. It is a story known by almost everyone in Liyue, a story parents tell their children before bed, a story couples remember at wedding, asking for the godly couple’s blessing on their marriage. This story is one of the most beloved in all of Liyue, you hear it on the daily as you walk past the families in the streets of Liyue harbor. You hear the children saying of how the story reminds them of their own parents, or how they want a relationship like that one day. 

This makes you want to scream…

You want to tell the children the truth, tell the couples that such a blessing would be wicked on their marriage, and you felt terrified when parents would get compared to you and your husband.

Yes you and your husband…

Perhaps we should start this tale from the beginning…

The real story, not the sugared tale this land knows…

In ancient Liyue, in the height of the Guili Assembly, there was two sister goddesses. They were not strong, they were not known to many people of the land, and their power could never even match that of an archon. The two of them made no deals with adepti or gods, had no ties, but with that they had no real enemies. The goddess of moonlight and rain only had her sister, the goddess of sunlight and rainbows, and they didn’t need anyone else. For after the night comes morning, and after the rain is the rainbow.

The two sisters lived in Northern Liyue, watching over a small nameless village. This community was outside the bounds of the Guili Assembly and forgotten by it, almost like the sisters were. So now the sisters have taken mortal forms to walk among the people of the village and protect them, like parents would.

The sister of the sunlight would walk the streets during the day, singing her divine melody to bring light to Liyue. The children loved her, calling her a princess, the adults consulted with her, asking for her guidance. She was welcomed everywhere she went for she was as bright as the sun and able to see the village when it is lively and cast in the beautiful light of the day.

Your life was much different. You lived your sister and you loved your village, but you could never walk the same path they did. Your song was sung by the night, a haunting melody that gave mortals chills. You sang it alone for most of the world dreamed when you walked. The people didn’t fear you to say, well perhaps the children did, they just did not know you. They never got to see your fond smile when you sung under the stars, nor did they see you tending to the fields of glaze lilies in the night, singing to them like you did to bring light to the night. The only time the people got to see you was at dawn when your singing would stop and you would return to you home to sleep the day away, and at dusk when you would come to guide your sister home to rest and you would begin your song as the sun would set.

Which leads you to wear you are now. The sun has just set over Liyue and that means you set out into the grassy fields of your home. This time your brought a basket with you, you wanted to surprise your sister with a gift but even as a goddess you were poor so the only thing you could manage was a flower crown made out of the glaze lilies that bloom under your song of moonlight. You walk through the field, the high grass brushing against your legs. You sing your song as you do, letting the moon and stars grow bright in the night. 

“Your voice is very lovely.” 

You turn in surprise to see a man dressed in robes of black, brown, and gold, a clear contrast to your dress of purples and blues. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail and his eyes of gold look at you with curiosity. You had never seen this man before, you knew everyone who lived here but not once have you seen him.

“Oh, thank you, sir.” You a say, giving him a smile and a semi bow. “But I am afraid my sister’s voice is much more welcomed by our people than mine.”

“Hm? But why? Your voice is beautiful.” You chuckled at the man’s confusion but your reaction only made him more confused. “Is something funny?”

“No, no, it’s just…” sigh and shake your head, taking a step towards the man so you can get a better look at him underneath your moonlight. He was beautiful, powerful, intimidating, but beautiful. “…you don’t know who I am, do you?”

“Should I?”

“No, I suppose not since you’re clearly not from around this part of Liyue.” You replied, never once breaking eye contact with him like his eyes were drawing you in deeper. “I know that you aren’t because I know everyone here, I have been in this land for hundreds of years now.”

The man stares at you for an even longer moment, looking you up and down, as if trying to read something about you. “You’re a Goddess, are you not?”

“I am… but… um…” you laugh to yourself, your hands fiddling with the woven basket you carry in your nervousness. “…I’m not strong at all, I would be one of the weakest gods. My sister is the strong one between us two but even she’s not very strong either. We might as well be mortals, the only thing we’re good for are our songs but even then no one really cares, I don’t even think Rex Lapis cares we exis- sorry that was disrespectful, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You’re quite alright, my dear.” He waves you off with a deep chuckle. “Being forgotten by the world when you are meant to be known must be terribly hard.”

“Thank you, I- oh no“ You cut yourself off as you saw the sky grow dark, as if the moon was disappearing into the black sky. “One moment.”

You sucked in a breath and calmed yourself from the startle. You saw the man look at you with a curious look as you turned to face the moon. You raised your voice once more in song, when you did the moon began to glow once more, lighting the land in an ethereal glow. The man’s expression was taken over by pure wonder as you sang, even more so when your song gave the lilies around you light. 

“So beautiful….” The man muttered, hearing you sing and seeing the heavenly glow all around you two. 

“My domain…” You spoke in response as you finished your song. “Moonlight, not often something people pray for.”

“Maybe one day they will, my dear. I have a feeling they will.”

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The days have passed since that faithful meeting, and the thoughts of the man slipped your mind. You would go out in the night still and sing in that same field, but now it felt as if something was changing, you just could not place it, after all things stayed the same here as they always have been for hundreds of years. 

Now you sit in the field of glaze lilies, the flowers closing with the daylight. You could see your sister walking towards you through the field from the village. There was a few children following her but they stopped and fell back when they saw she was walking towards you, you sadly weren’t big with the children despite your love for them. Your sister came up to you and sat at your side. 

“Good morning, my dearest (Name).” She said, brushing aside your hair with a wide smile. “You are as beautiful as ever, like the stars above.”

“Like the stars, hm?” You replied, a teasing grin coming across your tired face. “That’s a minor offense to the goddess of moonlight.”

“Oh sush.” Your sister responded, shoving your shoulder playfully. You pushed her back and soon the two of you find yourself tumbling, rolling, down the hill like two little bunnies. The two of you landed on your back, complete laughing messes. You may be goddesses but you two are sisters before that. Soon the two of your laughs calm down and you breathe, looking up at the changing sky. “You know, I wonder what would happen if we were just normal… just sisters…”

Your joyous smile fades into one of melancholy at your sister’s comment. What would be better, being a forgotten goddess or a mortal with dreams to live out? You didn’t know, but you couldn’t decide, you didn’t have a choice. “I wish, but that couldn’t happen.”

“(Name), think about it, it could! We aren’t bound by any contract, we have no ties to Rex Lapis or the other gods and adepti.” Your sister said, sitting up. Then you realize she was serious about this. “We could just leave, go off somewhere else, see the whole world. All we would need to do is sing to keep day and night alight! We have been here for centur-“

“I won’t go.” You cut her off, giving her a firm no. You stood up, dusting off your dress and your sister sat there in shock. “It’s our job to watch over this village, formal or not. We have made our home here and we just can’t abandon out people… I need to go to sleep, goodbye sister.”

“Goodbye (Name).”

…Little did you know that goodbye was forever…

When you set out to bring light to the night, your sister was gone. You asked the villagers if they have seen her before they went off to bed and a few said they spotted her walking off down to stone gate… 

She left…

She really left…

The moon and glaze lilies gave no light that night, instead the world was shrouded in darkness and there was no singing only your sobbing. You were the weaker of the sisters, you couldn’t protect the village with out your sister. If something were to happen the village would all be but destroyed. You hugged your knees close as you cried, the petals of the glazed lilies brushing against your skin. 

And you did something you had never done as a god…

You prayed…

“Please, Rex Lapis, god of contracts. I know I’m a goddess, but I’m a goddess that has nothing to give but myself. Please don’t let my people be harmed.” You begged, cried, hoping that he would hear you. “I will do anything you ask, just please, guard them when I can’t, I beg of you.”

You didn’t know if he could hear you, but you were absolutely desperate. You lay there in the field of glaze lilies, the blooms hiding from your eyes just like the god hiding from your eyes, watching you from a distance…

Little did you know you had just signed the contract that will turn over your fate…

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Since your sister’s disappearance your people had gotten used to seeing you more often and you had gotten used to sacrificing much of your sleep to watch over the day and night. The people have warmed up to you more, and don’t fear you anymore. But the opposite has happened to your sister, your people talked about her and hated her for abandoning them for abandoning you. You asked them not to talk about her, the topic of her shattered your heart.

You walked through the village streets, helping one of the older residents carry fruit from her recent harvest back to her shop. It was calm, people saying hello to you and children asking if you can play later. Is this what your sister felt like? All this love? You weren’t used to it.

“LADY (NAME)!” You heard someone yell out from behind you, you turn to see one of the younger villagers running towards you at full speed in a complete panic. He gets back to you, breathing and panting and you notice blood pouring down his arm. “Geovishaps… edge of the village…”

Your eyes widen and your dropped the crate. You glanced around till your eyes landed on one of one of the nearby adults. “Get him medical attention now, I’ll deal with this.”

You ran forward where he came from, ignoring the cries and pleading of for you to stay. You sped forward, rushing past all the warnings. They’re outside the village, ruining your field of glaze lilies at least six giant draconic monsters stood. You took your bow and arrow and aimed it at one of the monster’s head, you had killed one before but that was with your sister.

You let the arrow fly and it hit the beast right in the eye. This also caught the attention of both it and its friends. They all turned to look at you and as soon as you heard their roar you knew you were screwed over. But you could run away and give up, you had a duty to protect these people and you would do that till you die on the battlefield. You watched as the monsters rushed towards you, raising one of its large claws ready to bring it down on you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the blow to come… 

But it never did…

You opened your eyes to see the beast with a spear stabbed through its head. Your eyes widened as you saw the weirder of it, you have seen him in artwork before,t he white robe, the marks on his arms…

…Rex Lapis…

…The Lord of Geo…

You could only watch as he pulled the polearm from the beast’s head and the monster fell the ground, dead. The dead  beast’s companions didn’t waste a moment before running away from the god. He watched them with a cold eye before kneeling down to you…

Then it hit you…

It was that man from that night…

Those things you said…

Oh dear…

“Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” He reached down, a hand on you chin, looking over you for any bruise or mark.

“I-I am… alright my lord… thank you.” You stood up with shaky legs, his hands guiding you to stand. “You were there… that night… I said you didn’t care, I am so, so, sorry.”

“Yes, but like I said then, it is quite alright, my dear.” He chuckled, after he helped you up he didn’t let go, even when you  tried to step away. “After all we have a contract.”

“W-what? What are you on about?”

“That night, when your sister left, you prayed to me asking to protect your people. Your exact words were you will do anything I ask, as long as I guard them when you cannot.” Your heart sinks at those words, you remember that, between your tears you asked that. “I have made good on my end of the contract…” 

“…now there is mine…” You hesitated on your words. What have you done? You should have left with your sister when you had the chance. “What do you want of me?”

“I have been alone for many centuries, I have had many a god and adeptus come into my life but none have truly caught my eye like you did that night when I heard you sing.” He looked at you, not of a gaze of malice or of ill intentions, but that of the one he looked at you with that night when you first met, a look of adoration, of love. “I wish for our contract to be that of marriage.”

There was a long moment of silence, shock, and horror…

“…no”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no.” You repeated, planting your feet into the ground and ripping your arm out of his grasp. “I did not agree to marry you.”

“You said you would do whatever I ask.” The god snapped back as you stepped away from him, his hand squeezing around the polearm in his grasp. “Do you really want to go back on your word to me?”

“I cannot be bound to anyone, my role is to protect those who live in this village, those under my protection. I do not have a duty as someone’s wife, god or mortal” You answered, drawing your bow once more. “That is something I’m willing to fight for.”

“I see…” With that you feel the earth shake beneath your feet and you knew at that very moment you messed up. “Ones who break their contracts shall suffer the Wrath of the Rock."

…and that was it…

…it was over before it begun…

…you stood no chance against the Lord of Geo after all.

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You sat on the hard cold ground, it felt like ice in here despite this cave being carved out by the lord of geo himself. Speaking of the lord of geo, you haven’t seen him since he locked you in here, how long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? You didn’t know anymore. Your clothing was tattered, you sat here half naked, and that was putting it nicely. You may not need to eat but it was still unpleasant not to, one of the cons of you choosing a mortal form.

That’s not the worse of it, you can forget that when you sleep, escaping to your dreams. The dreams are full of the days where you would lay in the field with your sister and watch over your people in their village. There is only one thing you can’t escape, the constant pain in your body, every time you move the searing pain that rips at your wrists ankles, even in your dreams you can escape that pain, it ruins the happiness you get from those memories. 

Chains…

Enchanted chains…

A special gift from Rex Lapis himself…

The chains linked around your wrists and ankles and attached to the floor of the cave. Sure they were long and if it was just that you would be able to pull yourself to the wall to have something to lay against, but it’s never that simple. Every time you move the chains surge geo energy into your body, it feels like you bones are shifting like tectonic plates during an earthquake. Even breathing hurts now, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was due to to the geo energy literally grinding most of your ribs to dust. A mortal would be dead by now, but not you, you just went through the same pain, and it never ended. You could only lay here, on your back, and stare at the same spot on the rock ceiling as dust and dirt collected on your body. But never any water, this place was bone dry, fitting for a place meant to hold the goddess of rain and moonlight.

Then there was the silence, it was maddening. The first few days, or maybe weeks, you sang to break the silence, keep your sanity, but most importantly fulfill your godly duties. But that was Celestia knows how long ago, you could only hope your sister was doing the best she could to watch over the day wherever she was now, because now you could only guess how violent the night has become in your absence. The night was already unsafe, but without the light of the moon, it was deadly.

A soft steps echoing in the cave snapped you out of your thoughts of simply reminding yourself to breathe in an out since it has become such a task. But now there was only one thought in your mind, after all this time he had finally come to see you again in this stone cage he made for you.  You could not even turn your head to look at him in fear that your neck would break from the pulses from the chain, nor could you give him one of your usual witty greetings due to your throat being as dry as sand in the Sumeru desert in summer from the lack of water or even moisture in this cave. 

You could only see him when he stood right beside your broken body, gazing down at you, but you were to weak to even make out the details of his face. He stared at you for a long time before kneeling down so that he could get a better look at your limp form. You could finally make out his expression, calm as ever, but it was unsettling for you to witness. He was ever so calm as he reached out his clawed hand and ran his finger along your cheek, collecting the dust that had landed on your skin. He looked at the dust on his fingers then back at you, like how you would treat a vase on the shelf you had forgotten to dust off. 

“Oh my dear…” 

He sighed as he reached down with his hand to graze over your arm, down to the chain that was sealed to your wrist without a lock. Suddenly he gave it a pull which resulted in a bloodcurdling scream ripping from your throat as your felt the surge of geo energy surge from the chain into you arm and your bones began to rub against each other and snap like twigs. As he does this you can feel your arm rapidly repair itself and breaking it again as your limb begins to change, the skin turning black and where you could feel the surges, golden markings begin to form the same one the Geo Archon bares himself. 

“It seems perhaps the punishment was too strong for the crime.”

Your body fell limp as the chains disappeared. He reached down and swept you off the ground as your vision faded in and out. You wanted to scream, strangle him, do something, but you couldn’t. Your body is nothing but dust compared to your fellow god.

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“Then from that day on, the Lord of Geo and the Lady of the Moonlight were wed. The Goddess ever so grateful for her husband’s protection of her and her people during the perils of the Archon War. And now it is said that when ever one hears the Goddess’s song of moonlight, they will hear a love song to her husband.”

You rolled your eyes at the “historian’s” tale. What a load of lies. You could say what really happened, but no one would believe you, a seemingly mortal woman. You could tell them that his protection was him locking you away underground for five centuries as punishment for trying to break the contract. Tell them how when you returned to the surface there was nothing left of the Liyue you knew…

…Well almost…

Your “husband” was kind enough to keep his end of the contract still and leave that village standing which is now known as Qingce Village, you visit there occasionally but no one is left to remember you. All that is left there are the stories of the sister goddesses who once protected the village, one of them running away never to be seen or mentioned by name again, and the other who protected the village dutifully with the “help” of her husband, Rex Lapis.

At least there was one accurate bit in your so called perfect love story, your only good memory of your husband before all this. That fated night when you met in the field of glaze lilies, when your mind and body were still innocent to the God of Contracts. 

You rolled your eyes at the sound of applause for the historian, it hurt to hear how people romanticized your life and relationships. You couldn’t do anything but bitterly walk away, going back to to your husband who was standing at the edge of the crowd listening. Much has changed since those days, for your husband no longer went by Rex Lapis, rather Zhongli. He also wasn’t so cruel to you anymore, not after the chains. You suspected this was due to how he felt seeing you like that, not about all the pain you were in, that was just your deserved punishment.

“That was a nostalgic story, was it not, my dear?” Your husband asked as he interlocked your arm with his and walked through the crowd.

“That an interesting word to use for it.” You remarked as you watched the people of Liyue Harbor go about their day to day lives. “From what I recall, you left me in that cave for five hundred years, unless they just got the words comfort and chains confused because you did not come to see me once.”

“Well my love…” He reached his hand down to yours, running patterns over where the his markings are branded into your skin are, hidden under your glove. “…History will change to give a pleasing narrative, that is something we cannot even change.”

That was rich coming from him, the man who will correct historians on any other story but this one…

This historian said you sing a love song but truth it’s the opposite, a song of mourning for the life that was taken from you, but not that you can say anything…

…there is a silent truth that everyone knows…

…history is written by the victors.

[serpentpatrol]

Astro Observation: Gemini ♊ part 1

Animation of Hyuna & Dawn for Ping Pong MV created by Hanavbara @hanavbara

👥 Gemini placements have tendencies to love to walk or how they walk is so fast or quick, like their quick wit. They love to explore and experience various types of activities which is why they can move quickly. Gemini reminds me of Hermes, the messenger of the gods in Disney Animated Movie 'Hercules'. He is quick and always flying around everywhere. Apparently Hermes represents Mercury and in Roman religion, Mercury is the god of shopkeepers and merchants, travelers and transporters of goods, and thieves and tricksters.

👥 Gemini doesn't belong to one type of group, they could go anywhere to diverse groups and socialize everywhere. They are not and cannot be categorized in one particular identity. Even though some of them would be introverted but they always have a hybrid personality which cannot be pinned down to one description, their interests are varied hence theyre informative about things around them (similar like Sagittarius). When at first they are 'A', the next time they could change themselves as 'B'. Due to its mutable modality, their expressions are unpredictable.

👥 Gemini moons could have changable unpredictable moods, one moment they could be cold and detached (especially when there are heavy emotional problems related with other people, they would prefer to avoid or disengage, unless they have fire placements) and other moment they became carefree, cheerful, snarky, lively, sensitive and vulnerable. The unpredictable moods occured due to how they need time and space to understand their own emotions first before dealing with the emotions of others.

👥 Gemini placements or Air Moons, 3rd House placements, 12th House Mercury, or Mercury dominant have talent in writings, or they have a penchant to write varied information with creative or eloquent sentences.

👥 Gemini placements either express themselves with a youthful vibe or carry themselves elegantly (mostly the females). (few examples: Lily-Rose Depp, Naomi Campbell, Hyuna, Kylie Minogue, Marylin Monroe)

👥 Gemini likes to collect/wear things based on their own personal preferences, and mostly it could be colorful things or they love to create something like Libra and those creation becomes part of their unique identity/interest, they indeed have versatile and quirky style. For example a Gemini female likes colorful jelly candies and she loves to restock them in a bowl in her office desk. Another example would be Hyuna (a KPOP Idol) with her colorful unique tattoos all over her body. But they could also have fascination to or the ability to express things with dark or unusual themes (the example is Johnny Depp with all his characters in movies). Another example of Gemini is Kylie Minogue with her variative style. Below is Hyuna & Dawn's Ping Pong Live Performance ✨️ (both of them are Geminis)

👥 Gemini women are effortlessly flirty or seductive in how they communicate whether it is intentional or not, while at the same time emotionally detached from others. They are confident in themselves so when connecting with others, they need more mental stimulations. They are like faeries *Tinkerbell* based on Manly P. Hall description about air elemental spirit in his book titled 'The Philosophy of Astrology'.

©SerpentPatrol

[femslashetalia]

Let's give Girls Love some love!

Hello and welcome everyone, to the official announcement for Femslash Feb! Nyo's and trans headcanons are allowed and welcomed. Tag whatever you create with #femtalia24 and it will be reblogged here!

Prompt List:

February 11th: Sunset | Power | Poppies

February 12th: Full Moon | Couture | Gardenias

February 13th: Dawn | Attendant | Spider Lilies

February 14th: Free Day

February 15th: Overcast | Coffee | Black-eyed Susans

February 16th: Snowstorm | Memory | Irises

February 17th: Aurora | Plaything | Corpse Flowers

Special thanks to @doomspiral for making the prompts!

@hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books @nsfhetalia

[hlizr50]

I didn't predict my first contribution to Gwynriel Weeks 2024 being an all-consuming sequel to a friend's fic, but here we are @gwynrielweeksofficial

It's just convenient that it fits well enough with Day 9: Music

This is a sequel to Humming of the Heart, posted by @sunshinebingo for Day 6: Mates. It was such delicious, heartbreaking groundwork that I felt the overwhelming need to give it a happy ending.

So, without further ado, may I present:

A Symphony of Two

Read on AO3

Two years.

Two years since that hum had begun, low and steady. If his heart was a metronome, the beat that guided the rhythm of his life, then the quiet thrum of the mating bond was the long, sweeping notes of the cello, just waiting for the orchestra to enter. To match their melody to his sorrowful, lonely harmony.

Two years since his mate had run from him, the salt of her tears bitter on his tongue. Or perhaps those were his own.

From all the stories he’d been told – the legends – Azriel had expected the loss to drive him nearly mad. True, the year that passed between that fateful day and his first day of training had been long and bitter and dark, but he’d been perfectly able to appreciate the bright moments, too. The addition of Feyre into their circle, into the family. The victory over Hybern and the Cauldron. There were so many things to be grateful for. So many times he had grinned.

And yet, that humming in his heart remained.

He’d realized, after a solid month of wallowing, that Gwyneth Berdara hadn’t rejected the mating bond. At least not officially, apparently, by whatever great magic decided those things. Did that mean he stood a chance? Not by any stretch of the imagination. But at least he hadn’t been made feral.

Well, perhaps he was feral.

Not because his mate had denied him the bond that he’d craved for centuries – the proof that he was a male worthy of love and happiness. No, the potential loss of his Cauldron-chosen partner warranted little of his attention anymore.

No, it was that he’d spent the last year watching Gwyneth Berdara bloom before his very eyes, a beautiful, delicate lily that had finally been showered in sunlight. Gone was the timid priestess who had given him an uncertain smile the first day he’d assisted with training. Now, in the pastels that were lighting the dawn sky, stood a warrior with a quick wit, a mischievous glint her eye, a powerful body, and a confidence that could outshine the sun.

Every day he’d watched, keeping a polite distance whilst his heart and mind and soul warred, that hum a constant undercurrent to every moment of tension, every glance, every smile, every proud observation. Azriel couldn’t deny that there was something that tugged at him ceaselessly, pulling him toward the Valkyrie who was the first to cut the ribbon.

But it wasn’t the mating bond. It was just… her.

To his surprise and his utter delight, their estrangement hadn’t lasted long. Azriel had been charmed by her irreverence from the moment she’d had the courage to show it, and he’d been practically enamored ever since. They’d become friends over daggers and punches during sleepless nights. Gwyn had gifted him smiles more luminous than the moon could ever hope to be, and she’d pulled so much laughter from him that he almost feared for his infamous Spymaster reputation.

The shadowsinger had never told her about those long, sleepless nights, poring over reports and maps, when he’d felt the pluck of that constantly thrumming chord. Sharp and sudden, the fleeting, phantom terror and desperation almost real enough to grip between his scarred fingers. He wondered if Gwyn felt his nightmares as keenly as he felt hers, and cursed himself that they might add to her sleepless nights. If she did, she never shared. But they would both inevitably find their way back to each other in the training ring, where they would battle their demons together.

“I’m sure that, as Spymaster, you’ve developed quite a talent for lurking, Shadowsinger. But it is quite impolite.”

Gwyn hadn’t turned to face him the entire time he’d been perched at the edge of the doorway. But, of course, that never seemed to matter. Was it the bond that made her so aware of him? Or was it more than that? With a chuckle he stepped into the morning light, flaring his wings to feel the warmth of the sun’s first rays as he joined her at the edge of the ring, her feet dangling precariously over the edge.

“You shouldn’t sit like that. You could fall to your death,” he mused, sitting down next to her. Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her body, but far enough to be proper.

Close enough for her to bump her shoulder against his playfully. “But I have a big strong male with wings sitting right next to me. Surely he would be chivalrous enough to take flight and save me.”

Azriel couldn’t help but huff a small laugh, even as he rolled his eyes. “Chivalrous winged males cannot save you when you’re sitting on a ledge alone, Berdara,” he scolded, earning nothing more than an apathetic hum in reply. So stubborn, she was. Nearly reckless in her contentment. His shadows danced lazily around them both as he gazed upon her, drinking her in like a male dying of thirst.

The priestess had tilted her chin, angling her face to be warmed completely by the sun as it continued to rise over the horizon. Her skin had taken on more color as training had progressed, staining her cheeks a near-permanent pink, and her freckles had multiplied, splattering over her cheeks to outnumber the stars in the night sky. Azriel often found himself wanting to count them, connect them, commit them to memory.

Clarity struck him like the tip of a spear, aimed at his heart. While the bond had thrummed incessantly behind his ribs, what he felt for the redhead beside him went far beyond mystical magic and power matches. The deep pit of despair and icy rage that had sharpened him when she’d been stolen and dropped into the Blood Rite – those were not the bond’s doing, but his own thawing heart. The smiles and the laughter and the heated debates over the best way to take one’s tea – those intimacies were not forged by a mystical cauldron or a deity in the heavens.

It was her. It was him. It was them.

The Cauldron didn’t always choose mates that were compatible beyond the power games of the fae. His brothers had just been extremely lucky.

Perhaps Azriel was just lucky, too. But only if Gwyn felt the same.

The silence stretched, with the Valkyrie smiling gently into the sun as his shadows drifted and his lungs filled and the hum lifted, singing to him with a siren’s song. Beckoning. Encouraging.

“Do you still feel it?”

He didn’t know if it was a question so much as a plea. Please, still feel it, his heart beckoned. Please want to.

Gwyn’s eyes were wide and gleaming like the Sidra at midday as she jerked her chin toward him, rosy lips parted in surprise. Her expression softened after only a moment, a sad smile lifting the corners of her lips.

“Every day.”

Azriel swallowed, an effort to dislodge the lump in his throat. He’d wondered about this for a few weeks, now. Wondered whether he should tell her. Whether he should try to reach out to her, try to acknowledge this link between them.

Mother knew where the courage came from, but he summoned it with a deep inhale and placed his scarred hand over hers on the stone.

“I feel it, too.”

He hated the way that her eyes shuddered, growing dark with uncertainty. “Az—”

“You told me two years ago…” his voice drifted off, realization dawning on him.

Fuck… this was really it. He was doing this.

“You wished for me to find someone that could see all of me,” Azriel continued, thumb absently drifting over her knuckles. “Do you?”

“I do,” Gwyn whispered. He smiled, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“Of course I do, Gwyn. I could never forget that day,” he admitted, then continued before she could respond, “You also told me that you wished for me to find someone who could match my beauty and strength and courage. Someone truly deserving of me.”

“Azriel—”

He lifted his hands before her eyes, a silent question, and her breath hitched even as she nodded, silver tears flowing over her lashes. Azriel cupped her cheeks in his palms, brushing away those tiny droplets as he stared deep into her stormy blue eyes.

“Gwyneth Berdara. You are the strongest, bravest person I think I’ve ever known. You could have stayed in the Library forever, shielded from the outside world, and nobody could have ever judged you for it. And yet… you didn’t. I have watched you build your confidence and hone your body. I’ve been blessed to get to know you and laugh with you, to call you my friend. I’ve had a spectacular vantage point to watch as you have blossomed into the fierce, incredible female that you are.” The words were a declaration. A vow. A plea. Everything. Azriel laid himself bare before her, praying that she understood how wrong she was those years ago. “If anything, it’s me that doesn’t deserve you.”

His favorite Valkyrie sniffled, doing her best to shake her head as he held it. That was the only sound, and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest if she didn’t answer, and soon.

Gwyn’s palms were warm over his fingers – holding him, holding her. “You deserve the world, Azriel. I just,” she hesitated, taking a shaky breath, “I just don’t know if I can give it to you.”

It was Azriel’s turn to shake his head, his unruly hair falling in front of his eyes until he shook it away again.

“I don’t need the world, Berdara. I just want you,” he murmured, watching her expressive face for every twitch and hit of reaction. She was never able to hide her feelings from him, not with the way her eyes would widen and her lips would hitch for a moment. A tiny smile lifted one corner of her mouth, but her gaze was still unsure. So he plunged onward, “You said back then that you were broken. I think you know, by now, that I am, too. Maybe our broken pieces will fit together. Maybe that’s how it was always supposed to be.”

He pulled away for only a moment before reaching for her again, grasping at her fingertips and gripping one of her hands between his.

“There’s no pressure. No expectation. I care for you deeply, Gwyn. Not because some magical relic proclaimed it, but because I have been blessed to know you. I only humbly pray that you might want to give this a chance. Because the only person who fits all those criteria you so thoughtfully laid out – what feels like a lifetime ago – is you.”

Azriel had always known that Gwyn’s smile was a wonder, incandescent and genuine and joyful. But seeing it now, as he begged her to step fully into whatever this thing between them could be, felt like flying.

“You want me, Shadowsinger?” she breathed on a wet little disbelieving huff. He grinned back at her.

“I do, Berdara,” he confirmed. And then she laughed with all of her voice, a melody of bells and harps and strings finally joining that cello humming in his heart, and threw herself into his chest, her arms circling his neck.

“I want you, too,” she whispered as he wrapped her in his embrace.

And his shadows sang along, the symphony complete.

[lovesick-and-inadequate]

Freedom Spreads its Wings As He Clings

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Summary; The anemo archon doesn’t live up to his title as the god of freedom, and you must bare witness

TW; GN reader, yandere venti, loss of freedom, no use of y/n or any variation, attempted suicide? kinda, ideations of death

  How ironic is it - you think to yourself - that the Anemo Archon, the god of freedom had locked you away. He claimed that he did this for you, for your protection. He said that it was because he needed to keep you safe from the hilichurl camps, from the thieves. From things that would taint your purity and bloody the road you walk and the silks you wore. 

  Yet it felt like this place was more of a threat than anything else. The place long ridden of any enemy camps that used to be scattered across Stormterror’s Lair, the wildlife slowly reclaiming the land. And even still, the place felt empty. There was no adventurer willing to travel anywhere near the ruins of once a place of worship, no adventurer willing to come rescue you, not only from the dangers of the ruins, but the god they loved so dearly. 

  And Venti made it all the worse. He would cling to you, mumbling about how much he loves you, how he wants you to love him. He’d bring you to the top of the crumbling tower. The height used to terrify you, any wrong move could send you ragdolling down to the depths beneath, yet as your time there stretched from days to months, the thought seemed enticing. Yes, the archon had wings, but would he be fast enough to catch your body?

  The thought only registered as a possibility when he tugged you up there for the 19th time that week. As Venti sat down, shoving you down next to him, he wrapped himself around you, his body heat warming you from the nipping cold of the Mondstadt’s winter winds. 

  “Do you see that, my beloved?” He asks, referring to the glowing lights of the city of freedom. You simply nod, thinking out your actions carefully.

  You take a breath, pulling yourself away from the god as much as you could with his tight grip on you. “You love me, right?” You hum, looking into his bright, teal eyes. 

  His eyes widen, hands flying to hold your cheeks as he looks worriedly at you. “Of course I do, why would you even try to imply otherwise?” He asks, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. 

  Multiple reasons. You want to snap, but you hold yourself back. “No reason, but I’m curious, how far would you go to keep me safe?” Something dangerous flashes through your eyes yet Venti chooses to ignore it. 

  The smaller male smiles softly, pressing his forehead against yours, still looking into your eyes. “I would do absolutely anything for you, my love. Whether it be getting you a Glaze Lily or stealing the moon out of the sky.” He muses, kissing your lips. You begrudgingly return it, his soft lips had the same taste of alcohol they always held. 

  You’re the one to break the kiss, standing up as you smile at him. His eyes trace the outline of your figure, accentuated by the moon. 

  “Let’s see how true that is. Can you catch me if I fall?” You ask, falling towards him, giving him a chance for his reflexes to react. 

  He giggles at your antics, catching you with ease. “Of course I can! What kind of lover would I be if I couldn’t even stop you from scraping your knee?” He asks, looking at you. 

  “Good, good,” You stand up again, walking closer to the edge of the crumbling lair. “Then catch me.” You say, letting yourself go limp and fall backwards, a smile once again grazing your lips as you watch the realisation dawn on the Anemo Archon. His face falling from its normal smile as his form changes quickly, wings stretching behind him. 

  You fell, hair whipping in the air as you let yourself drop. You hear his screaming, calling out your name as he jumps after you, tears spilling from his eyes. His wings are tucked against his back, letting him fall more easily. 

  “Please! Grab my hand!” He begs, grasping at anything he could hold onto. Your arms, hair, legs. The wind stung his eyes yet he refused to blink, to look away from you. 

  The god above you screams your name, barely close enough to grab you. 

  How far from reaching the ground were you? How many times had your captor barely missed grabbing your hands? How long until you feel the ever fast approaching release of death? 

  Your thoughts come to a halt as you feel Barbatos' arms wrap around your torso before you feel yourself jerk upwards, looking at the Archon only to see his face buried in your chest, wings slowing your fall. 

  You knew that there would be tear stains in the gods' wake as you felt the dampening of your shirt. And as he carried you away from the tower, you looked to see you were mere metres from the ground. Mere metres from escaping this place. 

  Barbatos lowered the two of you to the ground, sitting between your legs with his face still buried in your chest as he audibly wept, clutching your shirt as he wailed and sniffled

  When he finally pulled away, he looked like a toddler crying about getting a toy taken away. That and a kicked puppy, looking betrayed as he stared up at you, still sniffing and tears still falling. 

  “Why would you do that?” He asked, looking into your eyes with his own glowing ones. “What if you got hurt? What if you died??” Barbatos' voice trembles as he speaks, still not reverting back to his mortal form. 

  “What if I did?” You inquire, looking at the trembling god in front of you. “What would you do if you couldn’t live up to your promise? If you let me die? Would you replace me as quickly as you took me, or would you mourn my death for the rest of time?” You didn't show any remorse, leaning in with a small smirk and a sadistic look in your eyes. 

  His eyes widened impossibly more as he stared at you, processing your words before letting out another sob. 

  “I would never replace you, you're the only one for me! You're my Archon, my reason to live! I wouldn't bear losing you, I would truly have no place in this work without you by my side.” He tackled you to the ground, straddling your torso. 

  His tears drip onto your face as he cries above you, his wings spread behind him. He was truly holy to behold, eyes red and puffy, his exposed skin flushed a light pink and the light emanating from his eyes and braids lighting his features beautifully.

  Yet as lovely a sight, you couldn't simply put aside the fact that the beautiful sight above you was the reason your life had been miserable. The reason you did what you did. 

  “Maybe you aren't meant to have a place in this world then.”

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[deicidis]

Unpetal Me and Burst Me Open Wide

Warnings: pseudo-incest relationship

18+ only, your media consumption is your own responsibilities. Warnings have been given. Do not proceed if these matters upset you.

Summary:  Dream of The Endless longed to reunite with his lover, Hope of The Endless.

My gift to you, the first to dream. He had kissed her brow and made her sleep.

My gift to you, the first to hope. She had touched his chest and planted the seed.

Dream of the Endless dreamed of Hope of the Endless.

Dream of the Endless hoped for Hope of The Endless.

One cannot exist in the absence of another. One is an extension of the other. One came before the other. Dream, then Hope.

The root of their love was a recent realization, though the bond they spun has existed since their creation in the womb of time. Formed by something beyond understanding.

Now, Dream thinks he has failed her and their bond.

Will you receive me when I return? He had asked her.

Always. She answered.

In that Manor he heard the night turning into day, the moon swallowing the sun. He heard the orgy of a hundred mouths and the rotting blade of grass. But he cannot hear her, not even the other Endless.

Dream wanted to strike the glass dome with his head for being so careless.

For the past century, vacillating between his quiet rage and resentment in that cage, Hope was in the middle of it. Always.

He dreamed of her, her laughter, and her smile. The sound of her naked sole pattering on the marble hall of his castle, her gentle caresses at the dawning star. He yearns for her lovely eyes, made from starlight and remnants of a Nebula.

He hoped for the day when he’d be reunited with her would come faster. His eyes burned whenever he thought of walking through her Meadow again. Filled with Hyacinths and  Lilies and all manner of dreamlike flowers that no earth could grow or even imagine. Watching the faeries play with the hummingbirds on the gravel of the river bed and the Perytons drinking the cool stream. He'd inhale the sweet scent of honey and petrichor in the air, then wait for her there to return from sowing herself to those who needed it the most. To embrace her whole.

If she would have him still.

For as long as he could remember, Hope was always a passionate being. His darling, vulnerable Hope. Prone to tears and bitterness. Just like every time she had found that her subjects had squandered her gift.

The foundation of his anxiety was this; not once did he ever abandon her. Left her to her own devices for a long period of time. He did not know what would she receive him with when he returned. Perhaps with her heartbreak, left him in her anguish to sulk in the waking world, toiling to remove him from her thoughts, her insides. Or with her fury, tore down her Meadow and built a new one in a separate plane of existence, dividing his realm from hers in her distress, believing he had abandoned her. Just like their brother did.

He could ask for her help and let the situation explain itself. But that is the last thing he would do. All the shame he would carry should she see him in such a state, stripped of all his power. Debased. Humiliated… He got himself into this mess. He’ll be the one enacting his own revenge.

Always. Her last words echoed inside him.

All he could do was close his eyes and wait. And dream of her. Hope for himself, from the seed she had sown in him.  

-

He felt the surge of thrill running through his spine and prickled his chest when he saw the senile Alex Burgess’ wheelchair smudged the binding that had plagued him for the past century. He counts the seconds until he is free. He thinks of Hope’s fingertips that would soon come. He maintained his face in a stillness of indifference and apathy.

Always.

-

Dream felt the sand beneath his fingertips, under his body as he lay on his side, burrowed under his nails as he clawed the dark grains. He breathed in deep the familiar brackish air from the sea he had wrought.

Then a voice called to him. Desperation and shock and exhilaration addled into one intonation. When she helped him turn on his back, he smiled for the first time in more than a century. A wide, joyous one.

"Lucienne." He reached for her hand.

"You’re home, my lord." Lucienne returned his smile with tears brimming in her eyes.

"I am."

-

Something’s not right. The sky was too muddy, the dust was a lot thicker in the air near the palace gates. His intuition was right when Lucienne confirmed it as he opened the gates.

"Forgive me, sir, but… the realm, the palace, they are not as you left them."

The dread that tore his stomach when he saw the state of his kingdom made his hands tremble.

"What happened here? Who did this?" He rasped as he drank all that came into his view. His realm, dying, withering, all browns and greys and no life could be seen.  

"My lord, you are the Dreaming. The Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were the realm began to- decay. And crumble." Lucienne answered mournfully. Her mouth shadowed a frown.

"And the residents? The palace staff?"

"I’m afraid most have gone."

"Gone?" he parroted in disbelief.

"Some went looking for you."

"And the others?"

"They thought you’d grown weary of your duties. And…"

‘What? Abandoned them? Had they so little faith in me? Do my own subjects not know me?”

"If i may sir, it would not be the first time one of the Endless-"

"Enough," he said, his mind wandering to Hope, her absence sorely felt.

Always. Dream’s chest felt heavier.

"I will not have dreams and nightmares preying on the waking world. I will bring them all back."

Dream gazed into the distance. The ache inside him grew stronger with each second passing.

"I made this realm once Lucienne. I will make it again." he said with finality as he closed the gates behind them.

"Tell me, why hasn't my Hope not yet greeted me? Where is she? Did she leave this realm too?" He raised his concern.

"My lord… it’s best for me to show you instead." He discerned the hesitation in Lucienne before she answered.

-

Dream didn’t really prepare himself for what he would find. He didn’t truly know what to expect.

When he reached the palace’s throne room, he could see her silhouette from afar, where she remained on his throne. Hunched and unmoving. He never took into account that at one point in his eternal life, he would be afraid of climbing the steps that led to the other part of himself.

"I kept a journal for a while. A chronicle of everything that happened in your absence. Every day, I kept entries about the lady. The state she was in." Lucienne started, her voice laced with melancholy.

"But slowly the words began to fade. Sometime after you left all the books in the library became bound volumes of blank paper. The next day the whole library was gone. I never found it again." she continued.

"And yet you remained while others fled, the royal librarian of an abandoned kingdom." He answered. Though crass, it was the closest thing he could convey that he was grateful.

"I never felt abandoned. I knew you would return. As does my lady." Her voice was strong and firm. Held with conviction.

Preparing himself for the inevitable, Dream asked his loyal librarian.

"What happened, Lucienne? What happened to my dear Hope?" He whispered.

"She- I don’t know what happened. When you disappeared, she looked for you. But- she told me you never called her, she couldn’t hear you. Then she waited, and waited, and limped inward, caved into herself. One day, she... collapsed. As with her Meadow, it rots. She’s always here, my lord."

Lucienne's gaze moved to his throne, then left him to reunite with his lover.

There, at the foot, where his center of the universe resides. He finally realized what happened. Shame had replaced the insecurities that had blinded him.

What little faith he had given her.

Should he be in her place, he was absolute that the same would plague him.

Should he truly expire in that cage, he shuddered to think what would happen to her. To the universe.

The malady of a cosmic essence, a pause in the order.

He climbed the stairs to the throne and found her sitting on her knees, petrified, stone-like. Her forearm was anchored on the armrest of his throne, her head resting on it. Eyes closed. He knew that she pored over the memories of him over and over again inside her. He knew because he would have done the same, he knew because he did the very same thing.

Leaking their hearts out.

Dream sat beside her and took her, then cradled Hope in his arms. He felt the tears clamoring behind his eyes, begging to come out. He observed her precious face. The face he had longed for more than a century. He almost couldn’t bear to look at her in such a state. Her lips slightly curled in downward stiffness. A slight pinch of her eyebrows. Lips pale, cheeks gaunt.

The guilt coiled around his neck. The rage burned inside him, knotted around his chest, almost choking him. A sliver of regret for not complying with Burgess started to lurk.

If he were to free himself sooner, would he spare Hope from this pain? Or would Burgess keep him still as his glorified Genie? Should he have asked her for help? Shed his hubris and called to her?

All Dream could do is whisper to her.

"My Hope of the Endless." He nuzzled his forehead against hers.

"I am here." He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

"I have returned to you." A twitch of her finger. The flutter of her eyes.

"My Dream of the Endless." She whispered. Weak and quiet. Struggling to lift her finger to graze his cheek.

Upon her touch, his tears fell one by one like gentle rain on her forehead. He kissed her cheek, pressed his lips for a long time, then gazed into her eyes. Abyss ever-consuming. And he’d gladly give himself over to be consumed.

"It was so long. I couldn’t take it." She confessed as her tears traced the sides of her temples.

"I know, my love. Please forgive me." His voice quivered as he wound his fingers between Hope’s, one hand firm around her shoulders.

"I will not let it happen again." He closed the distance between their lips. Coaxing her mouth open. Drinking all her future cries of grief. He felt her seed blooming in his chest, unyielding and everlasting. He felt the rebirth of her dream inside her, gleaming and relentless. Eternal as their devotion to one another.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Ok here’s a little something for those who asked for Marauders Era stuff …. It’s mainly focused on platonic Remus/Lily (but a little bit of Jily at the end) set around 5/6th year. Also this is not edited so yeah… sorry

Little/Remus, Little/Sirius, Caregiver/James, (Not yet established but it will be in part 2 caregiver/Lily)

As far as Lily Potter was aware, The students at Hogwarts held a complete disregard for when their prefects got to bed. Honestly, she’d been on patrol all night and busted about half of the school meandering around the halls (and quite a few hidden away in supply closets. Yes Mary, this is about you). It was eleven-thirty pm by the time she’d finished her rounds, cursing Sirius for insisting James needed his beauty sleep and making her patrol by herself. The boys always acted weird around the full moon. Remus, she understood. But the other three were always inexplicably exhausted the next day.

The Gryfindor common room was quiet and still, par a small lump of blanket huddled at the edge of the couch closest to the fireplace. Lily caught sight of the Mousey-Brown hair and smiled softly. Remus. She figured he’d fallen asleep studying again. However, as she drew closer her face knitted in confusion. Remus was quite awake. However his thumb was firmly planted between his lips and the head of a small black stuffed dog was settled beneath his chin.

“Remus?” Lily called out softly, as not to alarm the boy. It was a futile effort though as upon hearing his name Remus whipped his head in her direction, eyes alarmingly wide and lacking any semblance of the calm they’d just held. His body was rigid and stiff as he pulled his thumb from his mouth and shoved his hand behind his curled leg. Lily approached slowly,

“Love, you’re alright, sorry if I gave you a fright,”

Remus’ eyes grew teary and his grip on the small toy grew tighter.

“M’ sorry.” He whimpered. He began blabbering barely comprehensible apologies and promises to never do it again. Lily stood dumbstruck until it suddenly dawned on her. Age Regression. She’d read about it passingly in a few books. Something about trauma and an altered mental age.

She knelt by the couch, eye level with Remus’ now teary cheeks.

“Are you feeling little, love?” She cooed, “It’s ok if you do, you’re not in trouble,”

Remus took a long shaky breath, “Gon’ be in so much trouble, not sposed’ to go out” He whined,

“Who’s gonna get you in trouble? Hm?”

Remus frowned wiping his flushed cheeks,

“Da,” Lily tilted her head in confusion,

“Well I’ll make sure he doesn’t get you in trouble, I promise” Remus buried his face in the soft black fur of his stuffie.

“Who’s this?” Lily asked gently, stroking the small dogs ear,

“Pa’ft” He answered, his still damp cheeks creasing with a smile.

“What a lovely name,” Lily hummed gently, tugging the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and using them to dry the boys face. He giggled wildly as she did this,

“Ickles!”

“Oh it tickles does it?” Lily smirked, before reaching forward and tickling Remus’ stomach. The little squeaked with laughter and squirmed away from her reach.

Lily smiled climbing onto the couch next to him, gently brushing a few brunette curls from his face,

“Do you wanna tell me what you’re doing down here?”

“No sleepy an’ no wake Da’” he explained quietly, breathing returning to normal as he calmed down,

“And who’s Da?” Remus frowned at her, pointing to the stairs to the boys dorm, “Da.”

Lily nodded in understanding, it had to be one of the other Marauders. Sirius, probably.

Remus yawned, sliding his thumb back into his mouth now he was comfortable around Lily.

“You sound tired darling, let’s get you back to bed,” Remus pouted around his thumb but otherwise made no complaints as he uncurled himself from the couch. Remus kept his thumb firmly planted between his lips but tucked his stuffie under his arm so he could hold Lily’s hand.

Thats how the pair made their way to the boys dorm. Which upon opening revealed borderline chaos. James was standing over Sirius’ bed and shaking him awake in only his boxers, Sirius was pathetically hitting the other boys arm away. Peter came out of the bathroom,

“He’s not in there.”

“Looking for this one?” Lily interrupted the panic. The three Marauders turned to her in shock.

“Moony!” James sighed in relief, finally startling Sirius awake.

“Da!” Remus squealed, crossing the floor and throwing himself against the other boy. Oh, Lily thought. That’s not what she’d expected. James looked at her anxiously, a protective arm wrapped around Remus’ back.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” James nodded, squeezing Remus’ shoulder. The boys seemed to calm down after that, clearly trusting Lily as she already knew about the other stuff.

“Thanks for bringing him back,” Peter sighed, collapsing onto his bed.

“Moony you know the rules, what were you doing out of the room?” James reprimanded sternly.

Remus frowned, looking at Lily.

“He was just in the common room, no one else saw him it’s ok.”

James sighed, “You gave Dada a big fright.” If he was hesitant to show Lily this side of his relationship with Remus James certainly didn’t show it.

“S’rry,” Remus sighed around his thumb, still leaning heavily against James.

“It’s ok buddy, why don’t you get to bed now, Dada’s gonna talk to Lily.” Remus nodded and climbed into Sirius’ bed. Now Lily actually looked at Sirius properly she realized that the older boy had his own stuffed stag clutched in his arms, antler in his mouth. How many other secrets were the boys keeping from her?

Remus climbed into Sirius’ bed next to him and James led Lily out of the room.

The pair sat at the top of the stairs. Silence enveloped them for a few moments.

James sighed, “Look. I know it seems weird-”

Lily reached for James’ hand, “I don’t think it’s weird,”

James smiled at her softly, “They’ve just, well, neither of them had brilliant childhoods and I just want to help them however I can.” Lily nodded in understanding,

“How old are they?”

“Remus is around eighteen months and I’d say Sirius is around three,”

“So they regress often?”

“Yeah, I mean, it tends to happen more around the full moon, for Remus at least.” Lily leaned against James’ shoulder, enamored by the soft tone in his voice as he spoke about his friends,

“I think you’re adorable with them,” James’ face lit up, like it would when Lily asked him about his quidditch games or practices, pride beaming off every inch of his skin.

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[kamesama]

fushiguro tōji, gojō satoru, nanami kento & ryōmen sukuna as aesthetics

fushiguro tōji.

an average male cologne; the smell of a basic aftershave. thick grey clouds as a prelude to a storm. cracks in the concrete with weeds growing out of them. smoke. salty, savoury aromas upon one's tongue. olive green. worn-out slippers by the front door, waiting for their wearer to come home. cigarette lit in the dead of night. cool breeze; the type that plants a sense of discomfort. last moments of gloom before dawn proceeds to crawl across the heavens. a vivid, haunting memory. an empty jar of savings. a lucky coin residing in one's ancient wallet. faded photographs filled to the brim with nostalgia. comfort of one's bed at 10:21 am.

gojō satoru.

a thick blanket of snow outside the window, first thing seen in the morning. white chocolate. shimmering blue eyeshadow. a single strike of lightning; bright and unexpected. scentless lip-balm applied over chapped lips. eggplant purple. silk. twisted books with twisted endings; hard to grasp and understand. feeling muscles pulling at the corners of the mouth. the haunting, accursed inability to reach a sense of satisfaction. marshmallows. heartbeat increasing rapidly in the heat of excitement. personal and oddly specific nicknames. expensive perfumes. sizzling champagnes and vip lounges. judging eyes following every step. curious knowledge of trivial things.

nanami kento.

black coffee. comfort of warm bread. sound of pages being turned. fatigue dragging down the eyelids. distilled water used for ironing. steam. brown leather. ticking of a clock. solace found in solitude. extravagant living rooms. kitchen gadgets. vanilla. blue skies and harmless stray clouds dissolving across the azure. saltwater. sunlight shattering over the ocean waves. daydreams of joys that never come. yearning. thick, strong roots of a mighty tree. jazz. items organised by colour or size. salt and pepper. animal prints. being needed. twenty-minute power naps. fountain pen stored in its extravagant coffin never to be used. utterly simple thing engraved on the bottom of a watch.

ryōmen sukuna.

cherry cola. magma. black holes and comets. natural disasters. malevolent mythological creatures. hot springs. remnant of tradition still drawing breath. short poems. full moon. thick ink spilling all over. calligraphy. starving roar of thunder; lightning strike splitting heavens. keen eye. dark piano. abandoned mansions. cracks in walls like veins. blunt truths. pomegranates. cobwebs. false promises and sweetened lies. fans. bold but refined pull at biwa's strings. armageddon. dreamless slumber. a single pebble stirring calm water surface. spider lilies. symbolisms. battlegrounds littered with sacrifice. insatiable thirst. rubies on silver.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

[rileys-battlecats]

More worldbuilding stuff for Minare and Vaitus's story :D

Monsters, and other such evils:

Monsters are creatures that have become fully inundated with stagnant magic.

In places where there are/were mass deaths, the magic of the victims tends to stick around and become stagnant. Natural magic is a moving, flowing thing, but stagnant magic takes on the traits of the decay that it lingers around.

Creatures that spend too long around stagnant magic can become cursed. A cursed creature is capable of spreading their curse through magical attacks, and if they stay in a limited territory for a long time, this can create cursed grounds, where the land itself begins to leech the life out of those who wander onto them.

One can recognize a cursed creature through its behavior. Cursed creatures are incautious, bold, and move in unnervingly jerky patterns. They have a dark, unnerving aura about them that instills a feeling of disturbance in those nearby. On occasion, rabid animals have been mistaken for cursed creatures, due to their similar behaviors.

A cursed creature left unchecked will eventually develop into a monster; while a cursed creature will usually stay in its cursed grounds, a monster will actively seek out victims to attack and kill. Monsters are visually distinct from cursed creatures; they mutate from the over abundance of stagnant magic, and usually develop characteristics like extra eyes, more joints in their limbs, multiple heads, altered antlers or horns, larger/sharper teeth, and/or a dark surrounding aura.

It is possible for a human to become a cursed creature, and, eventually, a monster. This is exceedingly rare; it requires a human to spend extended periods of time saturated in stagnant magic, and then to be left in it to become cursed. A cursed human can be purified with enough sunlight or light magic/potions, but a human that becomes a monster cannot be saved. Their corpse must be purified before burial/cremation, to prevent the spreading of cursed grounds

Curses and monsters are most effectively fought by using light magic.

While some rare individuals are able to use light magic, it is far more accessible to fight these creatures by splashing potions that have been specially brewed using ingredients with light magic properties. Fireflies, star lilies, sunflowers, and moon jellies are historically used in brews to counter curses; light potions will almost certainly be found in the cautious traveler's pack.

Monsters can be killed through mundane means (swords, bows, axes, etc), but the carcass must be purified, lest a new cursed ground form around the corpse. If the monster is small, it may be enough to move the carcass to a bright, sunlit area, with no shade nearby. A full day, from dawn to dusk, of uninterrupted sunlight is enough to purify a small monster carcass. For larger beasts, light potions must be brewed and poured over the body, and direct sunlight is needed to counter the creation of a new cursed ground. For the largest of monsters, only concentrated light magic is enough to purify them.

Cursed grounds can only be purified through either light magic or time. Sunlight will slowly eat away at the curse with no cursed creature to maintain the grounds, but this requires that no new cursed creature moves into the area. Concentrated light magic can purify cursed grounds directly, though this takes an immense amount of magic.

In the current day, the kingdom has had several generations with no light magic user on the throne to protect the people from such evils.

Cursed grounds have cropped up all over the land, and monsters are not uncommon. Maps have been drawn with paths weaving around cursed grounds, but travelers still run the risk of being attacked while on the road, especially at night. To travel alone, one must be either incredibly skilled or an idiot.

People living in protected cities their whole lives may doubt the stories of creatures in the night, but those who have traveled the lands know better. There is a saying amongst adventurers, "you're either a superstitious traveler, or you're a dead traveler". Caution is paramount to survival when moving near cursed lands.

When a light magic user is on the throne and using the crown to amplify their magic, cursed grounds cannot develop in the kingdom's borders, and cursed creatures can be very easily purified. Monsters are incredibly rare, and can be dealt with quickly via the ruler's light magic. Before the current royal line took power, no one had had to deal with monsters or cursed creatures/grounds in centuries. When those evils began rearing their heads again, people had to adapt quickly to taking care of things themselves. Brewers dug up dusty tomes with recipes for light potions, while priests and priestesses scoured ancient texts to learn how to cleanse a monster carcass of its dark magics.

In recent decades, it seems that monsters have grown more and more common, and cursed grounds are ever expanding, inch by inch. The situation is untenable; in 10 more years? 20? The land will be nearly unlivable. This fact is ignored by the people in power; they are safe in their walled cities with their many guards to protect them. However, the common people fear for their lives, and for their futures. This is another cause for urgency for the rebellion; Minare must become queen within the next few years. If she doesn't, the damage to the land could become irreversible.

Illustrations of some monsters under the cut; tw for some slight body-horror, blood, extra eyes, etc