#candy hearts and golden feathers

[ragsandrascals]

Spreading my agenda

[undergroundbillions]

says the d slur

[incorrect-ragdolly]

rag dolly twitter, part 5

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[vxnuslogy]

– rainswept sins, you're forgiven.

pairing: sunday x gn!reader

premise: in the presence of the harsh downpour of rain, you and sunday let it was away your past sins and learn how to finally forgive.

– warnings: slight angst if you squint.

– author's note: me when i get motivated to write when tiktok shows me random poetry and they remind me of sunday <3. if any of the hunters sees this, yes the title is intentional LMAOO. art credits to @.helen_zzhao. | 2.4k words.

what a dull day today was your first thought. here you were, stranded on the planet of mendasia after a mission, clutching your bag filled with exotic flower. the downpour of the rain was unrelenting as you heaved out a sigh. you’ve already sent a message in your group chat for someone to come pick you up after not heeding kafka’s warnings. even under the rain, the wasteland that was once graced by idrila, looked beautiful. still carrying that paradise people sang about in ballads. 

the sight reminded you of that fateful day of your aeon’s final departure.

you were taken back to the days where everything was simple. how you longed to watch the stars pass you by in a blur while adventuring. the golden ticket hidden in your breast pocket suddenly felt heavier than it should have. it was always like this; remembering was painful but you couldn’t bring yourself to forget.

“you’ll catch a cold, mx. [name].” the rain over your head ceased as the figure of a certain halovian came into view. he still had a soft smile on his face when the raindrops soaked his hair and wings. he looked more like a wet cat than an angel sent from above. speaking of wings, when you look up, a surge of pride washed over your heart when you saw his wings in their full glory.

“they’re beautiful…” you reply in a whisper. hand coming to smooth out the feathers and gliding over the golden exoskeleton you created after your last mission in the capital of passion. you don’t miss the slight shudder that went through him when your hand touched his feathers. “have they been serving you well?”

sunday stands beside you, shielding you away from the rain. his gloved hand tugging at your sleeve, pulling you closer to his side. “they have, thank you for creating them.”

you hum in response. pushing away your drenched hair, you soak in his new clothes. he still wore a black shirt with the same gold engravings of the order that’s layered with a white coat and a black corset hugging his abdomen with matching white pants and his usual shoes. when you peer over his shoulder you take notice of the small cape in dark blue. sunday cleared his throat after noticing your staring.

“miss kafka had them tailored for me,” he said, voice laced with shyness. “do they look strange?”

“you look beautiful in white.”

shocked and unprepared for your straightforwardness, sunday couldn’t help the flush that creeped up his cheeks and ears. wings flapping slightly in secret delight as he looked forward. a curled gloved hand hiding half of his face when he muttered a soft thank you. 

maybe your nostalgia was fueling your bravery. you weren’t this blunt and forward with your compliments to sunday’s beauty, but today you let yourself heave out a sigh in contentment. sunday was always a sight to behold, premium eye candy if you will. you stopped eyeing the man when your conversation with elio replayed in your mind.

“you cannot favor him over the rest, [name].” destiny’s slave said as he sat down behind his desk. 

“i’m not favoring him.” you weakly argued, taking the seat across from him. you had always teased his appearance for looking like a sickly victorian child in a pandemic, but you figured now was not a good time to joke.

the man sighed and leaned back on his chair. “what’s really bothering you, [name]?”

you pause for a moment before replying.

“maybe recruiting sunday was the wrong choice.” you don’t point out how his eyes widened. rarely do you question elio’s intentions of recruiting other hunters, he’s done you a big favor in the past and questioning him would be rather ungrateful. but still, you can’t help but let the monster in your heart claw at your ribs. “he doesn’t belong here.”

“and where do you suppose he will go? the express?”

you opened and closed your mouth, no reply leaving your lips as destiny’s slave sighed.

“you cannot project your wishes to be redeemed onto him.” he stands up with his arms crossed behind back. voice unwavering and so sure it left you looking down on your curled hands. feeling like a child being scolded for speaking out of turn. “you’ve made your choice. let him make his own.”

“mx. [name]?”

you snapped out of your flashback when sunday took hold of your shoulder. grip tight with concern and eyes furrowed with confusion. shaking your head you clutch your bag tighter and sigh for the nth time. “i’m sorry what were you saying?”

he pressed his lips to a thin line, letting his hand retreat to his side. “i said we should wait for the rain to stop before meeting with the others.”

oh, that’s right. sunday must have seen your message and came to pick you up. staring up at the sky, you try to predict how long you’ll be stranded under the rain with only his wing and being shielding you from the cold.

“is your wing tired yet?” you ask and look at him. “it might take a while before the rain stops.”

with a small smile he shook his head no. a chuckle leaving his lips when his hand came to fidget with his gold earring. a small habit you notice he’d do whenever he’s deep in thought. “don’t worry, this is a good form of exercise for me.”

you only hummed. eyes staring at your feet and the nearby puddles of water caused by the rain. 

“this reminds me of the time when you first found me.” sunday spoke, his voice laced with tenderness. 

you smile and chuckle. “i’m surprised you remember.”

he let out a snort and shrugged his shoulders. “well, it was quite memorable. i feel a couple hundred feet from the air and suddenly a black cat and its owner come to save me.”

“i take it this is your way of repaying the favor?” you jest.

“i suppose it is.”

as you both wait for the rain to stop, you take your time to reflect on how far you’ve gotten in your journey. you’ve changed, but you’re still the same person that boarded the train you didn’t even know existed. the same carelessness that landed you a quick scolding session from a higher being. the love for invention and taking pride when others use it. you still liked the conductor’s coffee over tea but drank it whenever kafka offered you a cup. you were still you after everything.

and sunday was the same. he was still a bit awkward with the others, but he didn’t completely avoid everyone anymore. he started joining everyone when eating and he still has that sacrificial mindset of his that lands him a chop to the head. and he still knew how to read everyone like a book.

“do you regret joining destiny’s slave?”

“there’s really no escaping you, is there?”

you reach out your hand to feel the rain under your skin. shoulders tensing when the cold drops felt more like bullets penetrating your skin. you ponder over the question in your head. you wonder what expression you were making for sunday to scoot just a tiny bit closer to you. a distance that far surpasses what he deems professional.

“just a bit.”

“pardon?”

“i regret it. but just a small smidget of it.” you take a deep breath and pull your hand back. taking out the golden ticket from your breast pocket, you stare at it with eyes filled with longing. “i miss akivili; more than i should.”

“akivili,” sunday mutters under his breath. “your aeon?”

you chuckle. “more than that. they were my family.”

turning the small ticket over, you see your name engraved in it with their handwriting. “they were my aeon. i never realized how much i devoted to them until i lost it all.”

this was why elio warned you to keep your head straight whenever it came to sunday. just like him, you were too devoted to a god that’s already long gone. the thought of akivili being dead often sent you spiraling into a hysterical fit of sadness. elio feared you would go out of your way to look into sunday’s methods on how to revive a fallen aeon.

“i never realized.” sunday murmurs, his molten gold eyes stared at the ticket with furrowed brows. “do the other hunters know?”

“just elio and kafka.” you flip the gold bar like a coin in your hands to distract yourself. “they were there when i went haywire and nearly got myself killed.” 

you feel sunday’s gaze bore a hole into the side of your head. “why didn’t you go back?”

that’s a good question, why didn’t you go back? it was obvious from the conductor’s anonymously sent letters and not to mention the missing posters of you plastered on the planets you’ve traveled to. the poor thing wanted nothing more than for you to come back, but you chose to become a slave to destiny instead. all because of your guilt and shame.

“elio often told me, “you love akivili too much” and i suppose he’s right,” you chuckle as you tuck the ticket back in your breast pocket. “i love them to death. and they’d be the only one to bring me back to life. they were my everything. and i killed them.”

“what?”

you turn to sunday, a bitter smile on your lips. “are you surprised?”

“i–” sunday paused, trying to piece his words together. “i don’t believe it.”

you sigh. “well, to say that i killed them wouldn’t be accurate. but still, the fact that i got them killed still remains.”

“surely there must be more to that story.” 

a chuckle left your lips. “i wish that were the case. but if i were to lay down the entire story, it all comes down to one thing.”

“and that is?”

“recklessness.”

you smile at sunday’s efforts at comforting you, but you didn’t like the frazzled look in his eyes. both pairs of his wings tense in an uncomfortable way it has you wincing. if you hadn't grazed your hand over his feathers he would’ve let them be tense the entire way back and you didn’t want that. you didn’t want to compromise his progress.

“do you think your a bad person, mx. [name]?” he asked. eyes trained on the tip of his shoes.

your hands pause their ministrations. caught off guard by his questions, your eyes widened as you looked at sunday. you notice the uncertainty in his eyes, the tension that started to build up on his shoulders, as if he’s bracing for a blow. the question isn’t unfamiliar, you often ask yourself after that particular mission and those conversations with elio. 

before you can respond, sunday lifts his gaze and meets yours. the same pool of gentleness you saw on the roof on your last mission. “i don’t think you are. i’ve seen firsthand on how much you care –about me and the others–how hard you try to keep everyone safe and on the right track.”

“do i now?” you jest with a tilt of your head.

sunday continues, his voice steady and sure. “everyone has their moments of regret. actions they wish to undo. but,” he takes a closer step to you and takes hold of your hand. “those moments don’t define your entirety. you taught me that, didn’t you?”

you think back on when you first met sunday as he rubbed circles on your knuckles. how he didn’t even want to eat the food you offered him in a fit of paranoia. the way he’d pace around the base at night because his past haunted his dreams. and the time when you sat him down after a nasty fall when he tried to take flight, a conversation of vulnerability that had him grimacing and hissing like a stray cat. 

“i did say that didn’t i.” you chuckle and close your eyes. the feeling of his spread wing encircled you in a slight hug, you didn’t even realize that the rain had died down to a soft drizzle.

“you told me that the mistakes i’ve made in the past shouldn’t chain me; that i’m free to move on from them. redemption isn’t a one-time thing; it’s a journey.”

you feel a lump in your throat form, voice cracking slightly. “and what if those moments have piled up to one giant mess that can be deemed unforgivable?”

“but i forgive you.”

his words hung in the air like a lifeline for you to grab. you look at sunday, truly look at him –not just a quick peek or glance. even when his bangs stuck to his forehead in the rain, you felt such a pull to his eyes that reminded you of the morning sun; the dawn you always looked forward to after a tough night. his eyes reflected the faith you’ve tried to show him when he first joined.

“sunday…” you start, but he only shakes his head.

“i forgive you, [name] –everyone has. i know you’re trying, and that means more than the mistakes you’ve made in the past.”

slight tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you lean your head on his chest. “and who gave you the right to forgive me huh? i know you haven’t forgiven yourself for what you’ve done back in penacony.”

“then i’ll repent,” his arm pulled you closer to his chest, his hand supporting the back of your head. “even the devil would kiss your eyes and beg for forgiveness if it meant you’ll be kinder to yourself.”

you feel the warmth of his embrace; the steady beating of his heart that sounded like peace and home. for a brief moment, you rejoice in his comfort. “sunday,” you whisper, voice still shaky. “it isn’t that easy.”

he gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze. “it never is, but it’s necessary, isn’t it? you can’t keep chaining yourself to the past forever.”

you close your eyes, feeling scared to meet his resolve. “i don’t think i can forgive myself for what happened.”

“but akivili would,” he says softly. “they were not my aeon, and i doubt they ever will, but i wholly believe they would forgive you. they would see the good in you, just as i do.”

“you’re one strange bird, sunday.” you playfully say. opening your eyes to peer at him with a smile. “the express would have loved you, just as much as i have.”

“akivili would have forgiven you, too.”

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☁️💢Gone, Gone / iloveyou | ChrisMD

Highschool AU ChrisMD x Reader! fluff & angst Summary: Sharing the sadness that comes with your best friend, first love, absolute world, leaving you <3 (tw: mildly cringe if u dont deep it) Wordcount: 1.8k

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The familiar blonde tumbled onto the grassy spot besides you, joining you in lying flat on the tall hill, letting the lush green grass tickle the back of his neck - breathing in the crisp Spring-nearly-Summer air that dried the fixture-sweat off of the back of his neck, orange-y sunset panorama painting his pale skin a gorgeous tan that he'd undeniably develop as the summer rolled in.

His chest heaved, up and away from the earth, his lungs filling with swathes of delicious air - still warm from the sunny day - and yet refreshing and grounding with it's cooler, nightly undertones.

He could help but let his head lazily roll to the side, eyes brushing over your features - the way your lips slightly parted, hands folded over your stomach peacefully - eyes glittering in the golden sunset hues.

"How'd your game go?" As if the silent melody of the peaceful evening wasn't enough, your mellifluous voice was metaphoric music to Chris' ears.

"Great," He breathed, lying back and enjoying the peace. "Scored a last minute, won the game."

"What a hero you are." You smiled, your sarcasm earning a playful bump. "Good for you, keep it up and Mourinho will be on your doorstep in no time."

That earned a snort from Chris, making your little heart bloom at moments like these.

As end-of-year exam stresses faded away and days stretched out as Summer approached, days filled with laze and autonomy clouded your vision, and provoked urges of doing absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing with your favourite person, though.

Your hand was lifted slightly, before it was blanketed underneath Chris' warm palm, his digits threading through yours and painting a smile on your lips as your own fingers held his - the thumb that oh so gently ran over the velvety back of your hand bringing delicate butterflies stirring in your stomach.

It made your heart ache knowing your childhood best friend, love interest, eye-candy boy was leaving next Summer though.

To great London. To pursue that YouTube career, his footballing goals - heck, he could even follow the biology route in University if he really wanted. He'd made it so clear he was rearing to go, nothing was holding his excitement back, and it made all energy in your body sink when you were reminded he'd be leaving. But you couldn't tell that to him - hold him back. No, you'd silently let him know that you were already mourning his loss even whilst he was still here - but you'd never verbally made any statements. You weren't gonna hold your starboy back.

"We're gonna spend this Summer together, right?" You let your gaze turn to meet Chris' soothing blue eyes, the mere sight of them already applying soft kisses over the pain you felt filling your chest.

"What, like last Summer - and the Summer before that - and the one before that?" He questioned mockingly. "Yeah, obviously."

You scoffed at his humour, letting your head turn away again, not feeling quite as soothed by his words and instead feeling that angst within your chest multiply, dragging the feather light carelessness that Summer should've brought, transforming it into a heavy sinking feeling.

"C'mon, I'm just playing around - sorry, love," He squeezed your hand, picking up on your melancholic mentality and displaying his guilt within the apologetic tone. "...You know, I always say I can't wait to go to London - and I really am - but every so often I get some... second thought..."

That made your head roll back around, tucking your hair behind your face and cushioning your cheekbone by slipping a hand between your face and the rough, stubble-y grass that licked your skin.

"What do you mean, I was sold that you were counting down the days before you were off."

"Well, I mean, don't get my wrong I am, but..." Chris sucked in a deep breath, breaking eye contact as he confided. "I'm just scared and, well, it's kind of pathetic really..."

You watched him trail off, shutting his own eyes as he himself shut himself off, isolating those thoughts he'd hate to let out and let manifest. You couldn't bare seeing that confident, boisterous loud-mouth shut up though. Especially not from self-consciousness. 

"No, go on," Your hands had separated slightly, but yours crawled back into his, connecting him back to yourself and squeezing his hand as a gesture of presence. "Better to share it than to let it bottle up..."

"...It's... It's just..." Chris let out a deep sigh. It reminded you of the age of you two. That you weren't young teens, able to just mess around and be weird because you were still going to change and had your whole teenhood ahead of you. No, you were grown - able to make decisions for yourself now. And Chris already looked worn down from that autonomy, tired of those choices that could no longer be decided with the help of a omniscient-seeming parent. "I think the only reason I don't really want to go is because... I can't bare to leave you."

That brought a heart pang different to the pain you'd felt all those times you mourned the date Chris would leave to live in London. 

Empathy flooded your body, this sort of soothing - and yet sinking - sensation that you'd been so blind basking in your own self-pity, that you'd completely forgotten how Chris would be feeling. He was just like you - still developing that late-teen-going-adult freedom and learning to cope with that - learning to cope with the fact that he still felt like a child but had to pretend to fulfil a role of being mature and grown.

No, the heart of him wept just as much as yours at the prospect of growing up and leaving his childhood home, his childhood Isle, and his childhood best friend - which unbeknown to you - was the hardest part for him.

"Oh, Chris..." You felt succumbed by the overwhelming urges, and acted on them - turning to wrap your arm over his body, fingers clutching at the football shirt's jersey material which bunched together on the other side of his body, letting your head fall onto his chest - your inhalation allowing you to drink in that same scent he'd sworn by ever since year eight. 

Some peppermint, maybe lavender, some sort of wood-y smell... You felt your body fill with some sort of melancholic peace as your head filled with Chris' smell - his own arm wrapping around your side, sliding down your back until it comfortably sat around the lower area, against your exposed skin.

"Chris, you know..." It broke your heart, being between that rock and hard place - of course you didn't want to tell him to go. You'd never be ready to let him go, and have it your way he'd be by your side forever. But couldn't let yourself be the reason Chris never prospered and kept himself tied to this island where opportunities just didn't come knocking like they could in London. "Go, Chris. I'm not going to hold you back regardless of how much I..."

You didn't feel the lump growing in your throat until it was there, build up of confession and raw emotion that blocked your throat and clogged your words. You couldn't finish your sentence because of it though. Because you weren't going to let Chris hear you choke over your words when you wanted to let him shine, without holding him back yourself.

"You what?" Chris questioned, and you would almost hear a pleading tone within his voice, just wanting to hear what he knew you were going to say. 

Your eyes had been closed. In trembling nerves, you'd blocked all vision from the world around you. Slowly, now, you opened your eyes to look up at Chris - noticing that he was already looking down at you bittersweetly - his skin paler, milky and almost pallid looking as the healthy golden sunset had departed to introduce it's wan moon sister.

Your eyes followed the source, looking up to the sky and finding the crescent in the sky - a sliver of it's full greatness and yet still the brightest in the inky abyss above. The stars were beautiful - little burning pinpricks of gleaming white which illuminated the void with their distant galaxies. 

"Love you." You finished your sentence. Eyes finding the heart-throbbing constellation of Andromeda and Perseus in the sky as the words tumbled from your mouth.

"Please," Chris' voice was quiet as ever, barely audible and thickened with emotion as he heard those sacred words from your mouth for the first ever time. "Look at me and tell me..."

He was like a child. Inconsolable and needy, scared and alone - seeking you for solace. And who were you to deny it from him?

Your eyes turned from the stars in the sky, looking down and capturing the stars beheld in Chris' pupils, watery eyes reflecting every beautiful pinprick within the sky above.

"I love you"

Your lips trembled as you said it, but Chris' hand met your cheek so tenderly, fingers tracing over your jaw whilst his thumb pad caressed your cheek - you could almost feel all that weight and pressure built up in your head evaporating into his hand - your cheek lying and confiding against his hand, letting those fingers guide your face closer to his - sitting himself up by leaning back on his forearm - separating that gap between you and letting your lips find his.

It was affirming - having his lips silencing yours - promising everything would be alright without even saying a word. That most careful, tender, delicate kiss as though anything harder would shatter the either of you, his lips slowly eclipsing yours and melting into your touch. 

"Iloveyou, Iloveyou, Jesus fucking Christ- I can't stop saying it- I love you-"

Chris' breaths were shaky, speech broken with hands tremoring as they pushed your hair behind your shoulder, lips barely parted from yours and still kissing yours with each broken word. 

Maybe it was because he felt that cold, droplet slide down your cheek - his cheek only millimetres away as it was. Maybe that's what triggered him. Because he couldn't help himself in that moment - whispering those three words rolling through his mind like a mantra as he pressed his lips to yours frenziedly, kissing you like there wasn't a second he could miss without having his lips against yours.

And you poignantly kissed back - feeling a tear trailing down his own cheek, wet lashes brushing your own cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your waist, in some feeble, desperate way of protecting his forever, and praying he'd never truly have to say goodbye.

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Suddenly you meet the heavily made-up gaze of a 12-foot tall show girl. She's slender with an elongated neck and limbs. Emerging from the peak of her veiled, pointed hat, is a golden corrugated fan decorated with crimson silk roses. Red and pink ruffles flare at her neck as you follow a line of bright-green buttons down her pearl-pink dress to 3 heart-shaped ruffled cutouts bursting at her bust and shoulders. The same green buttons run the length of her arms down to her wrists. Her clawed hands rest impatiently on the hem of her gown that stops abruptly at a flash of exposed thigh. Sheer candy-green thigh-high stockings cover the remainder of her legs down to shiny, dark stilettos. The back of her dress continues to a wide train the which kisses the floor. Behind her a sunlit crowd enters the enclosed Bazaar. This is where you came to do your shopping.

At the upper right, making her way through the noise is a dark skinned woman with golden-dipped tusks protruding from her lips, wearing a shining iridescent golden-red gown, ruffled collar, & bow to match. Could she be an esteemed dignitary? what is she searching for today?

Last is an elongated sea-angel with a jade spiral shel for a hat, a matching dress which tapers downward like reversed tiers on a cake, & an orange shell centered-bow at the throat. On her back are large flamingo-pink wings with feathers that twist like jelly fish tendrils. Bi-colored eyes on 6 of her 8 wings, in clashing orange and green, peer out in all directions. Her thin brown face sends you a gentle smile. Perhaps she is here to buy abalone shells to guild the cover of an illuminated manuscript.

[pigeonpeach]

You’re safe now

A/n: boothills backstory had me sobbing so I made this. This isn’t a x reader btw its just boothill being fatherly over a stranded kiddo. I just got inspo of this randomly so here it is

“See? i can eat just about anything now.” He laughed as the little girl looked on in amazement. He never expected to see s kid this far out in peacony, far from the protection and stuck in the middle where dozens of stray robots and creatures lurked waiting to turn the innocent little girl into s splatter. That thought angered him. The thought that there was anyone or anything in this world so cruel to do that. She hadn’t hurt no one, she didn’t do nothing a kid wouldn’t be expected to. But more importantly, she looked like his had. His little sweetheart who started walking when she saw him come home. The little bundle of joy he found tossed like trash that he coddled and raised. That bundle was now gone, along with all he had known thanks to the jerks at the IPC. He was going to make sure they paid no doubt, he wouldn’t let that Oswald off so easy. No money in the world could buy him off, he’d have him beaten and bloody begging for mercy before putting rounds and rounds of bullets into his stupid fucking face. He wouldn’t stop until his fuckin skull was dust. But for now his focus was on the stranded girl. She was so little, so innocent, she was also very scared. She clung to him so tightly. She was a halovian, her wings were so tiny and cute, her little halo made her look like s true beacon of innocence. How could he just let her become another tragedy? He may be s cyborg now but he has more of a heart than most people do.

“Could you even eat the sundaes but with the glass intact?” She asked. He chuckled. “Of course. Once we get back to the main city I’ll show you, how about that?” He said. She nodded. “By the way, wheres your parents at.” He asked. She paused before looking down.

“Well… they aren’t here right now.. I was supposed to be watched by my uncle but… he brought over some friends and they got real noisy, I wanted to visit my friend but I got lost.” She said. He pondered, that wasn’t exactly a address, but kids don’t usually know their addresses anyways. He could probably report it to the bloodhounds but take her with him around the city to keep her distracted and happy. He wasn’t sure what their policy was with lost kids though.

“Now when you say ‘aren’t here’ do you mean like they aren’t home or…”

“They’re not in Peacony right now. They told me they’d be gone for a bit but they’d be back.” She said. God she was adorable, her little wings looked so soft he wondered if she preened them like birds do where they take broken feather out or groom themselves, or do halovians have a brush?

“Ah I see. Whats your uncle like?” He asked. She followed behind him as they walked through the empty and confusing landscapes.

“Well he’s loud. Too loud. He’s also to touchy. He gets all up in your face like ‘Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in soooo looooong’ but he saw you a week ago! His friends got really noisy. I think they were playing some game.” She said. He pretended to be interested but he was also scanning the area for enemies ahead. Of course he still cared but he needed her to be distracted while he kept watch.

“Sounds awful. They couldn’t get a better babysitter?”

“I know right!” She agreed. “Say, why are those tv guys so mean here? In the Golden hour all this machines are so friendly. One even gave me candy once… but that one back there… it was angry at me… did I do something wrong?”

“Sugar, the ones here are feral. They aren’t allowed around people and if they get caught by any of those bloodhounds they’re supposed to take care of em’. You didn’t do nothing wrong kiddo.” He said. “In the future you shouldn’t approach any wild ones.”

“Okay Mister Boot.” She said. He chuckled, that name was quite silly even to him. He liked it.

“Now, just stick behind me okay? We are in enemy territory here so caution is necessary.” He said.

“Enemy territory? Oh like when Brother Hanu has to sneak through the bad guys bases! I love those cartoons!”

“Something like that. Now you focus on being hidden while I do all the heavy lifting okay?” He looked at her as she nodded excitedly. Apart of him felt so natural taking care of her. Selfishly he kinda had hoped she’d been a orphan so he could scoop her up and take her with him. He missed having a family, having a home. And although he could never replace his baby girl he couldn’t ever stand to see a child cry or be alone.

“Mister Boot? Do you have any parents?” She asked. “Or would that be like s screwdriver..” he paused.

“Yeah I did. And they weren’t screwdrivers.” He smiled reminiscing on those memories of his family, how they took him in, how close they all were. Just them on the ranch.

“Are they alive?” She asked. He was a little surprised, kids like her don’t usually know the concept of death. Her parents are supposedly still alive so he wondered were this came from.

“No.. they aren’t. But they loved me dearly and I cary them on in my mechanical heart.” He said, he pretended to be okay about it, that he had moved on. He had to, after all children rely on adults for morality and hope. He couldn’t let her know how painful it was, that’s her parents job to do.

“I.. I worry sometimes.. mama and daddy seem to be In trouble.. but they won’t tell me anything about it… Uncle said I should lay low and wouldnt let me out today.” She said. She seemed more anxious than ever. “If I lost my papa and mama.. then what would I do.. I can’t lose them…” tears pooled in her eyes. “I don’t wanna lose them to the bad people. I don’t wanna be alone!” She cried now. He quickly lifted her to his chest, holding her close, one hand supporting her with the other still on his pistol.

“There there. I’m sure wherever and whatever business they got they’ll handle. Don’t worry kiddo, you’ll see em again.” He said.

“But what if? What if they do go.. my uncle is in no position to take care of me…” her cries were s lil muffled. He hostled his gun to pat her on the back.

“You know something? while people can die, they don’t leave you. Everyone you love sticks with you. In your heart and in your mind.” He said. “You’ll remember their voice and their words, and you’ll remember their love. It won’t be easy, it hurts alot but no one can take that from you.” He said with a smile. She seemed to top crying as she wiped her tears away.

“Really?” She asked. He nodded.

“Yeah. So long as you keep living, and you don’t ever let them get you, they live on in your heart and in your memories.” He said with a smile.

“Okay.” She laid her head in his chest again, listening to the motors and gears as he continued walking.

“Oh we’re here! See? Safe and sound.” He said. She perked up to see the familiar lights close by. The spotlights, the noise of the city returning. She seemed happier.

“Can we get icecream? I’m kinda hungry.��� She asked. He chuckled.

“Of course, I’ll even show you that trick I promised.” He winked.

“Thank you so much for helping us find our daughter! I cannot thank you enough.” The man in front of him was close to kissing his feet from the looks of it. It just so happens that they returned early from their trip and came home panicked when they didn’t find her.

“Its no problem really. If you ever need any help here,” he wrote his number on a piece of paper and handed it to them. “Id also be okay with babysitting, that brother of yours didn’t do a proper job if she managed to get out so easily.”

“Yes I assure you he won’t be trusted with such again. Thank you again so much.” He said. He trusted her parents. They looked relieved to see their lil girl again. The little girl snuggled in her momma’s arms, it looked like she’d live the rest of her life like that with how tight she was held.

“Alright, don’t go running away anymore lil missy. Just give me a call if you need anything.” He said. She turned to him and nodded, there was still a little chocolate icecream on her lips that was now rubbing off on her mother’s shirt.

“Okay Mister boot! Please come visit sometime!” She said waving goodbye. He smiled, as he nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.” He said. “Just be good, and don’t ever give up.”

[glazedwriter-mystery0014]

🍎🌿Mother Eve of All Humanities🌿🍎

“The Garden of Eden as one of them plead with her to joined them at the other side of the idyllic and eternal garden of Eden as Samuael disguised as a young and extended colorless fellow snake with a minor yet biggest blessing of a rare godly fruit otherwise called “Apple of Eden”, the eternal yet spiritual fruit from the sacred tree of Tree of Knowledge of Good & Evil as Samuael have pluck one of the godly apples from the age-long and sacred tree without being discovered. As one of them starts to tell her of about first rights and protections, and first wisdom she could have from eating the first divine fruit of Eden with greater desires & strong wishes as he’s became convinced Eve of his far-reaching dreams to bringing the world of existence with high aspirations and divine creations for all of humanity. She’s have made come to decision for a little while and then Eve accepted be the first of eat the sacred fruit of Eden before she’s gives to Adam as she’s started to believes in herself as well and then as she’s taking the first bite of Apple of Eden, it’s was a greatly different than rest of the mixed assortment of beneficial fruits as her eyes opening without enslavement from her new existence but at the end of the day..... Eve made primary mistake when she’s ate the first sacred divine fruit from the full-grown blessed turned into a cursed tree of Knowledge of Good & Evil, turned Apple of Eden into a “Forbidden Apple of Sodom”, the house of ill fame, the first generation of shadow and mortality in the creative state a the globe of the planet called earth was now covered in full of shadow and mortality, and forbidden transgressions along with chaotic destruction & disorganized ruin....”

“Like her previous husband, Adam, Eve has very own heavenly hosts and war maidens in her eternal utopian realms, otherwise called, “🪽⚔️The Divine Warriors of Limbo⚔️🪽” but then however, Eve also ruled modern ethereal world with a fresh realm & original kingdom in the other side of the afterlife dimensions called “The Utopian Territories” in Hazbin Hotel/Seven Sin Tribe AU.”

“She's main heroine & main protagonist as she's and her heavenly hosts and war maidens protects heaven and the earth from the unholy creatures, shadow spirits, and the sinister organization & diabolical cult better known as “The Heaven's Shadows”.”

“She's have a second high commander of The Divine Warriors of Limbo, “General Christian Sins”, Emily's love interest and major crush, they're the counterpart to Vaggie's and they're similar characteristics of Vaggie's; tough but has a heart of gold.”

“She's owning and creates several refreshed horticultural retreats & redesigned garden paradises in her own heavenly paradise along with new built school she’s have built, “Golden Apple Valley School” as being the headmistress & the full teacher, along with fruit gardens & apple estates, and mountainous regions. Also owns “The Praying Hunt Candy Store” & “The Expert Apple's Confectioneries”, “The Lucky Feather Bakehouse”, and “The Careful Temple MegaMarket”.”

“Has a adopted 19 y/o half-blooded nephilim daughter who is known as “Ann”. Ann is a mixed characteristic with Cherri Bomb & Vaggie. She's a full of mischievous, spirited, and enthusiastic! She's very fonds of her adopted mother who's taking care of her since she was a newly born infant.”

“Her favorite tasty meals & cherished sugary delights are apple related sweets & apple-filled pastries, mandarinate pork ribs, fruit pastries & fruit pies, ox bone soup, assorted chocolates, Turkish delights, old fashioned oxtail stew, traditional Jewish desserts, milk chocolates with pieces of hazelnut/or hazelnut spread fillings, sparkling apple cider, soul foods & southern cuisine dishes, Turkish dishes, southern charcuterie board, fresh fruit salad, refreshing homemade fruit smoothies, and honey lemon iced tea.”

“Her sexual orientation & gender is Demigirl/Bi-Curious, and Cis-Female.”

“In Pride Month 2024, Eve always spreading loves to every & each holy being and life form with their love and acceptance party & freedom parade as it's fused together in with pride theme wedding decorations, assorted pride flags, pastel rainbow wedding themes, whimsical garden wedding themes, and a dash of Diwali indian color festival, “Holi the Festival of Colours”.”

“Eve is also inspired by two of the goddesses, Demeter & Gaia; Eve has the role of being both an earth and mother goddess as well as the official deity of agriculture & harvest, presiding over crops, grains, food, and the fertility of the earth. Although she is mostly known as a grain goddess, she also appeared as a goddess of health, birth, and marriage, and had connections to the nether regions too. But she also has the third role of Persephone; a graceful and considerate person. Although seemingly innocent, she is not one to be toyed with as she holds the capability to stand up for herself and do what is right. But she also has characteristics of Demeter; a very maternal and is your typical motherly figure. Loving, nurturing, and very generous. But when someone crosses her, she can become revengeful and seek punishment.”

“From her apple estates & fresh orchards are symbolized of beauty, sweetness and the hope for prosperity, and the hardiness of the fruit and its durability represents strength and growth.”

“At her love and acceptance party & freedom parade, Eve serves them of her homemade mouthwatering delicacies & flavorful indulgences they've has made, and includes her very own refreshing alcohol free beverages, and best-selling effervescent apple beverages & non-alcoholic champagnes better known as “Sherry Mud”, “Cloudy Double”, “Unholy Petal”, “Balanced Bomb”, “Strawberry Sip” , “Passion Fruit Shot”, “Wonderous Seven”, “Pure Special”, “Perfect Breeze”, “Spirit Tea”, “White Walk”, “Drink Passion”, “Tea Ticker”, “Fruity Fury”, “Glowing Rumble”, and “Clouded Thrill”.”

“From each side of Madame Eve’s head, it has two sets of pairs of curled horns of the lamb on each side of their head symbolizes the embodiment of Christ's innocence and the sacrificial lamb offering redemption and atonement for humanity's sins.”

“Her divinely empowered weapon is the dualistic blessed battleaxes, and fighting skills are similar to Camilla Carmine's & Wonder Woman's mother, Queen Hippolyta in Hazbin Hotel/Seven Sin Tribe AU. She's also have a selfsame personality of Queen Hippolyta; extremely capable and skilled leader, as well as an equally courageous warrior queen.”

“Her color themes are Blush Pink; the color of blush pink color scheme represents youth, joy, and excitement. And the second color theme is the flower’s color of Carnation Pink; pink carnation flower meanings include gratitude and the concept of never forgetting someone. And representative of pure emotions and are associated with a Christian tale where they bloomed when Virgin Mary shed tears for Jesus while he bore the cross of crucifixion.”

“Every children and orphans seeing her as beloved mother and special grandmother as she's treated them as they're always adoring and protects the children from dark forces.”

“Her favorite animals are turtle doves, lambs & rams, piglets, cold-blooded albino snakes, and screech owls which is related to Demeter's sacred animals.”

Madame Eve of Humanities belongs to @gloomycherub-mysterious/ @sullenwriter-log /@glazedwriter-mystery0014

Hazbin Hotel/Seven Sin Tribe AU belongs to @bloodmoon24

[clown-femme]

There was a post that was like 'what 3 things would you need to summon your oc and instead of leaving a mile's worth of tags I'm making a post:

Jachobin: cigarettes + whiskey + a mystery you need solving. If you summon him without enrichment he'll get restless, you see.

Mordecai: Roses + a grammophone playing music from the ballet Giselle + a heart filled with true love. Know that love is true in many forms!

Sun: golden jewelry + bread + seawater. You need to either dance or sing when you summon him.

Penelope: Candy + bullets + a snake or lizard (must be alive)

Odhran: seawater + seaglass + who knows what else, he won't tell you, he doesn't want to be summoned

Mnemosyne: quartz crystals + the sunlight of a cloudless morning in spring + white feathers. Bonus, if you tell her your name, she will take it - but not like a fae does. Instead she holds it in her slender hands and stores it safely. If your name ever is stolen, summon her again, and she will give you the copy she took and stored for you.

Hogarth: burnt drawing paper + wolf fur + the promise that you will at least pretend to love him. It doesn't have to be real. You don't even have to pretend well. You can also replace the promise with pine tree branches BUT you must do so knowing he'll show up angry and mean if you do.

J'hola: a bow and arrow + a musical instrument + tree leaves. She isn't hard to summon, and she will be your friend. Don't worry, she's nice. Everybody love J'hola.

[flowersforvax]

Finally unpacking from MCM (*cough cough* definitely because I put my luggage in bed bug quarantine just in case and not because i'm a lazy fuck *cough*) and I just want to show off my critter gifts. Everyone was so lovely and generous and creative 💖

So many stickers! So many buttons! (All of the buttons I think on Sunday when I was dressed as Veth?) They're all so near and dear to my heart so the special shoutouts are random but here they are:

The first critter gift i received was the crochet dick right in front of Wembley and it gives me such cuddly fuzzy feelings because it just reminds me of being on that square and being surrounded by other critters for the first time. ✨️Pure joy✨️ (not pictured: the candy that was my second critter gift, given to me by a Caleb during intermission ✨️)

You can barely see it but there's a tiny diamond in white organza for Revivify, given to me by a lovely Laudna and her mother, the Cosplay Cleric - they also gave me a tiny tube of super glue for my necklace that I was able to later share with a Keyleth for her staff 💖

After one of the critter meet-ups the Ravenqueen was left sitting on a step trying to sort her jumbled up golden threads (apt) and when I complimented her on her cosplay and asked if she needed help fixing them up she instead gifted me one of them - attached to a black feather. 🖤

Talking about the Ravenqueen - there was also a Fearne asking people if they wanted a Vax mini and then pulling out tiny black orbs 💀 I love critters

and these are some ttrpg podcast goodies plus a skeleton patch that was my one non-critter gift from a cosplayer: while walking past a Kas!Eddie Munson I threw a "love your wings, hope you become canon" at him and he in turn pulled out his black lunch box and let me pick a patch 💖 now i really need to get started on my battle jacket

[undergroundbillions]

reposting this gem

[espectres]

' ... shou-kun. ' a flush in his cheeks as the angel flutters and descends. black feathers shed and the niwa's self-made stage seems to be readied this way, dark's violet receding back into daisuke's red as he removes the tall, decorated top hat from his head. he plainly expends every effort not to hide the boyish flush of his cheeks behind the accessory, his eyes nevertheless shining no less than illuminated jewels, as blissful as bashful, the light of them bouncing off of every complex, golden accent that accompanied the rich style of his clothing. although he had sworn to himself that he would be brave, standing before shou and decorated in another one of dark's dramatic choices still carried a hint of embarrassment with it. even so, his family had considered it a necessity for the occasion, and after a fluttered-cape twirl and bow, a blast of confetti bursts from the apparent empty inside of the hat with a loud, thrilling pop.

' --- happy birthday ! '

performances like this were one of a kind, witnessed by no one save for only the most select audiences. putting his arm into the inside of the hat, daisuke plainly rummages within at a depth far deeper than any ordinary logic should have allowed. he digs up to his elbow, until, judging by his expression, his fingers seem to finally gasp at what he's been searching for. cards? doves? none of the above. he nigh comically pulls out an enormous stuffed rabbit out from its tiny makeshift burrow, one dressed in a well-done replica of shou's most readily recognized varsity jacket, candies stuffed into its pockets to every brim, a ribbon and attached sealed letter bringing its welcome to completion. 'hello! i've come from the moon,' the elegant script inside would explain, ' where my friends and i sang and danced all day. i'm here to do the same with you, because someone was worried you might feel left out, or start to get lonely. '

the gift of shared rabbits between them, he hopes, was not too poor of a choice. nevertheless, he wasn't finished. with much less struggle, a fresh bouquet is also carefully retrieved. the velvety scent of roses blankets the air in an instant; pink, white, and red mingling with baby's breath, deep greens, and a small collection of sketchbooks carefully embedded into the floral ensemble, the first visible front of which was decorated by various yokai and ghosts to hopefully suit its recipient's tastes. certainly, it had been within the niwa's intention to grandly spoil. ' i ... we thought about a lot of things. dark and i, over what to get you, or what we could do for you. ' in the end, beyond the gift of something that would last and something that wouldn't, they had both agreed that simply spending time, and being grateful for one another's births and the privilege of their meetings, might have been the best. ' ... so i'm not just here to deliver, but also to invite. '

his heart pounding, the sensation of it immense and overflowing, with the motion of someone used to snatching calling cards out from some miraculous pocket, his fingers produce a set of amusement park tickets in an instant instead. an exquisite tenderness remains in his expression even as he endures every usual symptom: the burn of his skin, the soaring weight in his chest, transforming him into the great phantom thief again, though without any fear or terror. not before the one he loved and wanted to love; the one he, more than anything, wanted to dedicate even more of the precious time of his life to.

' how about it, then? can i steal you away for the day ? '

CELEBRATION HAS NEVER BEEN REALLY GRAND. With what has been made of his family and the ever changing currents of their lifestyle, such things as marks on the calender could only get pushed to the back of the mind as other events took place, and forced life to move much faster than his careless and often forgetful brain could process, let alone celebrate. There were years when this time of the year mattered, far back in the line of his memory, but much closer it was different. And truly? He didn't mind, he never did, with the difficulties that broke havoc through the life that he has known for himself and others who could possibly care, what can he expect? A text over the phone was more than he could ever ask for, and he never did. 

Eyes widen further as the confetti pops out of seemingly nowhere, snatching him out of the dumb trance of sheer enchantment that overtook him upon witnessing the angel thief's grand descent. The glimmering gold and the feathery black and how Daisuke's eyes reminded him of early morning stars trying to burn such a bright red, gleaming and beautiful in the last hour before the inevitable outshine by the brightest sun. He reaches out a palm for the tiny colourful papers and a few land onto his grip. A blissful grin grows against red dusted cheeks, the colour a courtesy of the cold December weather and every bashful and lovestruck emotion. He is sure nothing can ever outshine these eyes.

His head tips to the side curiously, grin still intact even as confusion makes itself visible in the slight furrow of his eyebrow. Tricks by the confidently powerless were always impressive, there was no questioning Daisuke's lack of anything otherworldly, aside from literally being cursed, but that was different- and thus there was no questioning his fascinating talent. Shou finds himself chuckling at how comically deep that hat was, ❝ Dude ... ❞ now how was Daisuke even doing all this? Shou could only gape and wonder as a plushie so ridiculously large gets pulled into existence and handed to him and oh, what the hell. He holds it at arms length, taking in the adorable look and the soft textures and the undeniably familiar jacket and the fact that it is real, that it has just came out of such a small fancy top hat and it's now in his hands and one could swear that sparkles of pure wonder could almost be seen with how absolutely awestruck Shou is. 

A wave of joy so enormous washes over the young Suzuki, it almost surprises him and his first instinct is to stifle his overjoyed cackles into the stuffed animal's soft body. ❝ It's so squishy ... ❞ He tells the replica jacket and the soft fake fur because he doesn't know if the weak words would reach Daisuke through them, but he really hopes they do and even if they don't he is sure this isn't the last time he'd be saying these silly things. Candies start falling from the full pockets with how tight he's hugging the thing, as though he could hold it strong enough and all the love stored in such a simple gift could seep through the contact right into his heart, even if it meant it could burst like a fickle heart shaped balloon and just kill him right then and there. His face partly shows, now red as the strawberries on candy wrappings. ❝ His name is Moko. ❞ He decides without deeper thinking, despite the embarrassment of confessing such details which he'd usually keep to himself and probably carry to the grave that way. But he needs Daisuke to know, he needs him to understand.

Flowers between them wasn't something entirely new, getting to know the sappiest parts of himself which liked the notions of classic romance seemed a little out of place, but it doesn't make the bouquet any strange nor less treasured as steps closer and takes it into his hands, as he searches and finds thoughtfulness embedded into every detail and every little thing and it all hits him right in the heart and all of a sudden he's dangerously close to what he recognizes as tears, he isn't sure if he could hug Daisuke now or later, it's still hard to expect this level of care from anyone, but it arrived in front of him anyhow and he can’t help but be overjoyed and overwhelmed and everything but over it. 

He places the oversized rabbit on the ground with a little too much haste, tiptoes to wrap an arm around the now much taller Niwa's neck and pull him down with a little too much force, because he has always been that way and maybe he doesn't know why he deserves all and any of this, but he is still trying to do better and it shows, in the form of lips to cheek, so soft in the way so many things about him aren't, but so intense like everything else has always been.

Could he ever truly express how much it all means to him? How does he ever deserve this? How does anyone? 

❝ Haven't they taugh you to be more careful with your heist ? ❞ He pulls back just enough to find the bright eyes and bask in their brave shine and offer a tease in the phantom thief's language, he briefly wonders if this is how it'd always feel like being with one, so whimsical and dramatic and true and so horribly sappy.

He'd definitely bring that up later, ask Daisuke if he's actually trained for such a performance and for how long, pester him to get some magician secrets to slip, ask him if he could take a photo of him in the extremely fancy outfit and watch adoringly as the sweetheart visibly flusters at the idea- for now Shou simply laughes incredulously, pulling closer and hugging the daylight out of his heart's thief, the culprit behind all of his rightfully stolen affection. ❝ You're gonna end up killing me. ❞

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

The tale of the bear and the princess Home sweet home

The tale of the bear and the princess Home sweet home

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke x OC (Julie)

Prompt: 9.Cottagecore

Part of Spring showers spring flowers ccc hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess

Tag: Morning kisses Forhead kiss Established relationship Fluff

Word Count  775

Author’s Note: A lazy morning offer two lovebirds enough time to bask in each other company with ligh chats and soft tocuhes melting their heart with the sheer warmth of their love. 🥰🥰

Side Note: Credit to the third image goes here the others were found on Pinterest-Google and I was unable to find the source, please if any of you know the owner tell me and I will provide to give the artist the credit for the image.

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@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @lordsisterxotome  @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @natimiles @nightghoul381 @dragon-liquorice @candied-boys

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a frizzy autumn morning the first feeble ray of the rising sun peered through the window surpassing the light green curtains billowing softly in the wind, two lovebirds were still nestled in the soft bed placed against the wall of the room as the wind brushed over them they burrowed  better in the cocoon made of blankets of nay color.

He hugged her closer to his chest, his touch like a feather as he brushed aside a dark rebel lock covering her cheek he took his time admiring his princess the one and only woman who he has ever loved and who has ever showed anything but the deepest tender love she held only for him, he lost track of time as he stared in awe at her gorgeous features when her eyes fluttered open softly, sleep still clinging to them as she slowly focused her gaze on him, her eyes a bright shade of light green melting with light crinkles of golden he would have stared at all day never getting tired, affection and love dancing in them making them shine like fresh honey on a sunny day,  tenderness dripping over her smile as her hands curled on his heart leaping up with mirth at the soft intimate touch of her Queen taking her place on her throne that has always belonged to her alone, she was an irresistible temptation he felt drawn to like a bear to honey, he leaned closer disclosing his lips only to brush an achingly reverent kiss on her forehead 

“Good morning my princess.” his voice a soft murmur for her alone to ear

“Good morning my bear.” his fingers bolder as he brushed her dark locks in their proper place, his gaze full of promises as he melted his lips on hers.

She loved kisses of any kind for every time he disclosed a side of him for her alone to discover, precious treasure for them both was every kiss they shared, soft, deep and long, savoured slowly like a spoonful of honey but way more sweeter.

It was a lovely kiss slow and unhurried as they took their time showing off their love to one another not caring about anything else, the world outside fading out, time slowed almost to a stop not bothering to disturb them in the slightest it would have been useless anyway to desire them to rush over, after a while, they desired to last longer, reluctantly they pulled away only to take breath, their gaze locked to one another mirroring nothing but lovestruck affection, bright green melting with chartreuse in a peculiar color that was only theirs, he hugged her closer to his chest leaving a kiss full of devotion on her hair making her smile even brighter, their voices murmuring sweet nothings to each other with light tender caress, the soft sound melting with the birds chirping outside.

His voice low and deep, sweet like honey as he professed his love unable to keep it hidden in his heart any longer

"I love you Julie." her smile brightned her features, warming his whole heart with the scorching heat of her love

"I love you too Luke." it was unbelievable how these words always manage to make his heart melt completely, making him so happy as he never was unable to know what to do with himself, ready to obey her every order, doing evrything and even more just to see that smile reward and precious treasure for his love, he so generously spoiled her with, unable to stay way from showering her with all his love.

They did not rush, nor hurried there was nothing to be anxious for anyway no one chiding him with duties, letting them savour each second of their married life away from the ruckus of the palace, who risked breaking them apart, nestled in a far away village in a cozy cottage hidden amidst the forest, their official duties was to strengthen the border, when needed, and keep an eye on the frontiers with Jade, cultivating in the meanwhile the good relationship between their countries.

Their heart beating in sync, filled with gratitude for that magical story they began to write since their childhood, their friendship nurturing the bud of that tender feeling bloomed to the fullest, a sweet continuation to his messy past, a balm and a reward to them both for sticking close no matter what, strengthening an unbreakable bond forged in blood and written in the stars like in a fairytale whose destiny they choose themselves, the beautiful and passionate tale of the bear and the princess written by their love.

[xxsycamore]

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲

↬ A lovely day at the park with your husband Ichiya and your dog Nayuta.

Ichiya Mitsumori x f!reader • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Married Couple; Married Life; Pet Names; Dates; Kissing; Humor • wordcount: 1,561 • masterlist

a/n: This is the product of infinite longing for Ichiya Mitsumori that I'm subject to because of diligently following the recommended route order. I fell for his prince charming persona and I wanted to write a little something with a reader that is head over heels about it and constantly gasses him up. Enjoy...?

"Arf! Arf!"

You break from the kiss with your lovely, charming, perfect husband, and look at the object of your distraction - but not with anger, no! You chuckle at Nayuta's 'barking', holding a hand in front of your mouth. Your lips are so warm with the remainder of Ichiya's kiss…

"Nayuta, aren't you taking your role to heart too much now? You don't have to bark…"

" 's fine!! C'mon, throw it again! And further this time! Please!"

You sigh and take the ball that Nayuta dropped at your feet, standing up from the bench to power up your throw even more. You just pray it won't get stuck in a tree or something like that… not that it would pose a difficulty for your cute puppy- err, Nayuta, but still!

"Here we go!"

"Arf, arf!"

And he's gone.

"Where were we?"

Ichiya grasps your chin, ministrations feather-light but firm at the same time, as if he won't let you face away from him a second time. You stare at his candy-pink eyes that enchant you anew each time you meet his gaze, and sigh dreamily. Feeling bold, you giggle and shorten the distance first, inpatient to capture his lips.

"The part where you kiss me, silly!"

This must be heaven. Married to the number one most handsome husband in the world, where each day passes by in a domestic bliss, you can't wish for anything else. It's the weekend, and you woke up extra early today - the first golden rays of the summer sun not having yet greeted you two lovebirds when you did, and as per planned, Ichiya prepared and packed a light breakfast to take on your walk. He loves having the park all to yourselves in the early morning, and that's not just because of Nayuta's doglike behavior. He doesn't mind him getting the strange looks all that much, that's something the cyan-haired man did to himself, but rather… Tsk, he feels you pulling away so soon.

"Mm… you're still shy, honey. I told you. There's noone around. Just us."

"Arf! Arf!"

Sigh.

"Nayuta. I will be the one to throw you the ball this time."

You watch your dear husband, and there's a certain guilt that comes with finding the mark of anger in his demeanor sexy… he leaves your embrace, caressing your shoulder as if promising to be right back.

Ichiya rolls his shoulders, preparing himself for a big throw. He takes the ball from the ground, thankful, so thankful, that Nayuta's doglike-behavior hasn't stretched out to putting the thing in his mouth and thus coating it with saliva. Getting a good grip of the ball, Ichiya huffs out a large portion of air and inhales anew, circling his arm in the air to power up.

You can almost see flames… but it's not because of that why you start fanning yourself. Ichiya is… he's too damn attractive like that! The way he rolled up his short sleeve up his shoulder, biceps flexing… no, you're not going to survive this sight much longer…!

"T-Throw it high and far, hubby!"

As if your encouragement magically charged up his throw, a flurry of what once was the ball flies over the park. Nayuta watches its trajectory with his mouth agape, but doesn't waste much time just standing there. He starts sprinting until his figure visibly becomes smaller and smaller in the distance.

Ichiya claps his hands to dust them off, turning to face you - like an actor in the moment when the curtain falls, his frown metamorphoses into a picture perfect smile - a genuine one, because, such small distractions are nothing when it comes to spending quality time with you.

He takes hold of your hands, and you blink bashfully at him, secretly hoping that he'd give you a kiss again… but he appears serious now, for some reason.

"As much as I find that the best thing those lips of mine can do while in your presence is to lavish you with kisses… they get awfully sad when not uttering words of love. I do hope you'd understand my reason for putting a pause to our loving dance. I've been subject to witnessing your beauty in the early morning light for too long, and my mind is full of things I want to say… how am I to stay quiet? I'd be a fool if I don't compliment you. Please let me."

With watering eyes, you find it difficult to even nod, speechless at how romantic he is. No matter how much time passes, you still can't get used to it. You place a hand on your heart, as if to beg it to calm down, and breathe in deeply.

"Please go ahead, Ichiya!"

Mirroring you, Ichiya also fills his lungs with a large portion of oxygen, the material of his shirt expanding slightly at the chest area.

"My beloved… thank you for granting me the opportunity to take you out on this spontaneous but precious date. As if to compliment your presence, the day is a lovely one; the sun was eager to rise today, almost ruining my plans to walk you here just in time so you can bask in its first rays, as you'd like it. Though there's more to be desired of the temperature, it's not too chilly today - of course, I came prepared, and a soft cotton cardigan is folded for you in the picnic basket. You've told me that I radiate warmth, so I'm not too worried. You've been clinging to me this whole time, so I can see that you're warm enough - I'm content with that. But seeing your beauty up this close, for so long, I'm afraid it makes me too lightheaded. Come to your senses, Ichiya…! This I must repeat to myself again and again, lest I get lost in your eyes that follow me so stubbornly. And once I get lost, it's dangerous, I will only wish to serve you, like a man lost his soul for his queen. No, my dear, I'm fully aware that a queen is to be served, but you see… I must stay with a clear mind. I indulge in the sweetness of your lips and it already robs me of my sanity enough, if I get any more lost I'm afraid that we will remain here forever. Denying you hurts me, you know? I will forget about anything else, about anyone else… the gracious curve of your smile outstretches on the canvas of your face, another picture worth several thousand words, and I want to be the artist to paint an even wider smile there. Naturally, my tool is those lips of mine. So then, if you'd let me…I would love to share a few more kisses with you."

"Arf Arf Arf!!"

You're crying waterfalls by now, and Ichiya lets out a little gasp, hurrying to take a handkerchief and bring it to your weeping eyes to catch the falling tears.

"Like little dewdrops…Here, here, my dear… don’t cry, I didn't intend to… I'd hate to see your eyes red and puffed up, even if it’s the result of happy tears."

"Arffff Arff!"

"Ichiya… thank you… ahh, if only I was as good with words as you…!"

Your husband chuckles as he pats lightly the area under your eyes, and it's the sound of dozens of little bells playing a harmonious melody.

"Worry not. Your husband already understands. Your heart is speaking to me, and I hear it loud and clear."

You beam at Ichiya with moist gaze, nodding quickly a few times. He stands like that for a good minute, silently admiring you. Then the serenity leaves his expression.

"He's been quiet…Nayuta? Where did you-"

Throwing a look over his shoulder, Ichiya shrieks as he sees the horrifying scene taking place while he didn't suspect a thing. Nayuta's cheeks are stuffed like a hamster's, raspberry jam smeared over his mouth with the picnic basket wide open.

Ichiya's loud shriek must have startled him, because the caught-red-handed Nayuta freezes, barely remembering to gulp down before speaking.

"I'm sorry! I got hungry, and Ichiya-san's sandwiches are sooo good!"

Snatching the basket to check the remaining contents, Ichiya's soul nearly comes out of his body as he confirms that indeed, there is nothing left. So much for his romantic breakfast with you.

"Nayuta."

You're fast to pat Ichiya's arm, getting his attention.

"It's fine, Ichiya! All this running around must've made him real hungry! You should've made more for him!"

Ichiya sighs, switching between looking at Nayuta's sad puppy dog eyes and yours. He chuckles eventually.

"I feel like he would've eaten everything no matter how much I prepared… But you're right. Did you eat well, Nayuta?"

Nayuta almost lets out a ruff but settles for human words instead, thanking Ichiya for the meal. Then he wins himself a head pat from you, content with playing along with this whole puppy stuff when it makes you laugh so much and dote on him.

And before Ichiya can pout and show sighs of jealousy, as pathetic that might be…

"Ichiya, Ichiya! Let's go back home and cook a new breakfast, together! Just me and you!"

Hearing that, Ichiya's shoulders roll back again in a confident stance, as he stands up and offers you his hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

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Name: Lucifer

Nickname(s): Luci, Lulu, little cockatiel, Lilith's arm candy, your highness, your majesty

Gender: Demiboy

Pronouns: He/him and they/them

Species: Fallen angel

Height: 5'6"

Orientation: Panromantic pansexual

Appearance: Lucifer is on the smaller side with a pear-shaped figure, including wide hips and an ample rear. He has orange (#e86d19) cheek circles on his face, long pale blonde (#fdf2ab) hair tied back in a ponytail, and eyes with white sclera and black irises that give the impression of a lack of pupils. His tail feathers are long, well-groomed, and white. Lucifer's legs are distinctly bird-like as well, with two toes in front and two in the back of each foot. He also possesses three pairs of cream-colored, full-feathered wings that he usually hides underneath his clothing. Said clothing includes a white kimono patterned with yellow birds, and a golden obi usually tied around the waist. Underneath the kimono he wears white tabi socks and golden zori sandals.

Personality: Gentle and soft-spoken, Lucifer has a big heart for those who dwell in the hellish landscape he now calls home. He rarely ever gets angry and is always polite to those both high-ranked and low-ranked. He adores children and is a wonderful singer, and in fact often sang Charlie lullabies to get her to fall asleep. He is prone to nesting behaviors when feeling broody, often taking any egg-shaped objects he can find to care for. As a result, he has amassed a fair collection of egg-shaped stones. He doesn't enjoy having to display his power, preferring to reason with others, but he is more than capable in his own right even without Lilith at his side to serve as deterrent to those who might attempt to take advantage of her seemingly delicate husband. Other birds, especially those of the parrot variety, are drawn to him and he's happy to hold conversations with them just as well as with people. Lucifer also has a fondness for tea of various kinds, the sweeter the better, and his favorite food is seed cake.

Abilities: Holy magic, supernatural strength, flight, demonic transformation, portal creation, teleportation, conjuration, demonic magic, shapeshifting, speaking to and understanding birds

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Showdown 2023 Unused Prompts

Mystery

Misty town

Unexpected hero

Snowstorm

Jeweler

Butler

Thunderstorm

Piano, sand, green

Signet

Heart condition

Letter

Inheritance

Hey, honeybee

Forest spirit

Sacrifice, True Love, healing

Blood ran cold

Insanity

Pottery wheel

Goose

Candy shop

Coffee shop

Surfing

Skateboarding

Argument, fever

Terrible weather

Torn wedding

Theft 

Treasure

Hunt

FBI 

Hide-and-seek

Out of the blue

Skinny-dipping

Gardener

Warrior, monsters

Magical flower

Howl, claws, scream

Siren’s song

Lonely night

Magic ritual

Waves on the seashore

Mermaid

Crazy

Dancing on the street

Magical library

Witches

Double identity

Night walking

Suffocating night

Gloom

Swindlers

Haunted house

Dress made of gold

Golden hour

Salem the cat

Fairy circle

Secret affair

Kissing in the rain

Waltzing on the snow

Secret garden

Dove, blood

Drunken beauty

Cracked ice, anger

Night, street lamp, snow

Fairy murder, dark, mist

Liminal space(s) 

A single red rose

Lost, beautiful, frightened, found

“Lover don’t go.”

Awkward

Video

Zoo

Truth or consequences

Live wire

Black and white

Teaching how to spin

She was late

Baby won’t stop crying

Magic gone wrong

Love after the apocalypse

Lazy Sundays, puzzles, smiles

Horror movie(s) 

Firefighter AU

Fake dating, pizza, sports

Different fairytale AU

New experiences

Music box

Feathers

Slow dancing

Reflection

Forgotten anniversary

Gentle touches

Delicate

Wake up

Blood on the carpet

Trapped, light, voice, comfort

He wasn’t there

You are my hero

Please don’t go

His heart broke, literally

“I wish you were…”

“Don’t take him away!” 

“Don’t take her away!” 

“How could you?” 

“Pick your poison.” 

Blood in the water

Siren, almost, real, scream

Trapped in the dark

The Light One

(S)he will come back

Kiss the tears away

Smile bright as sun

Freezing water, rescue, please

I will protect you

I feel safe

There’s so much blood

Red as blood 

Flickering in and out

Now it’s too late

It’s just a nightmare

Don’t leave me alone

Please, wake up

Sacrifice, pain, light, laugh

Please help my Papa

Your father’s a hero

Thought I lost you

I was worried sick

Fever, confession, tears, light

Dark eyes, pure heart

Homemade soup

Sick, shame, silly, always

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