#crystal white destiny

[amehari]

I didn’t feel like doing a full, shaded render but here it is at least colored! These are all oc couples!

Lark belongs to @loraluna

[destinysbounty]

LISTEN. Can i just say. The line "I do not know if there is a life after this for beings such as your or I, but if there is, I will find you there" absolutely B R O K E me

[athena-xox]

Ever after high books + links

Link one (most books)

Link two (other books)

The Main Trilogy (& Other Shannon Hale Books)

The Storybook of Legends by Shannon Hale

The Unfairest of Them All by Shannon Hale

A Wonderlandiful World by Shannon Hale

Once Upon a Time by Shannon Hale

The Legend of Shadow High by Shannon Hale

Ever After High School Series

Next Top Villain by Suzanne Selfors

Kiss and Spell by Suzanne Selfors

A Semi Charming Kinda Life by Suzanne Selfors

Fairies Got Talent by Suzanne Selfors

Truth or Hair by Suzanne Selfors

Fairy Tail Ending by Suzanne Selfors

Destiny Do-Over Diary companion books to the school series

General Villainy by Suzanne Selfors

Science & Sorcery by Suzanne Selfors

Hero Training by Suzanne Selfors

Once Upon a Pet

A Princely Present by Suzanne Selfors

Candy Wish Fish by Suzanne Selfors

Trouble with Jackalopes by Suzanne Selfors

Next Top Bird by Suzanne Selfors

Hedgehog’s Hexcellent Adventures by Suzanne Selfors

Horse of a Different Colour by Suzanne Selfors

Once Upon a Twist

When the Clock Strikes Cupid by Lisa Shea

Cerise and the Beast by Lisa Shea

Rosabella and the Three Bears by Perdita Finn

Duchess Lets Down Her Hair by Perdita Finn

The Kitty Mermaid by Perdita Finn

The Secret Diary of

The Secret Diary of Apple White by Heather Alexander

The Secret Diary of Raven Queen by Heather Alexander

Diary of an Evil Queen by Stacia Deutsch

Junior Novels

Dragon Games Stacia Deutsch

Epic Winter by Perdita Finn

Activity books

Yearbook

Royals and Rebels

The Sleepover Spellebration Party Planner by Kirsten Mayer

The Totally Tea-RRIFIC Hat-Tastic Book About YOU

Madeline Hatter’s Guide to Riddlish! A Topsy-Turvy Write-In Book by Elizabelle Castle

The Hat-Tastic Tea Party Planner by Melissa Yu

A Spelltacular Year

Plan Your Destiny

Ever After High Activity Book

Spellbinding Activities

Write Fableous Fairytales

Picture books

Welcome, Baby Dragons by Margaret Green

Let the Dragon Games Begin by Margaret Green

Royally Cool Adventure by Perdita Finn

Meet Crystal Winter by Perdita Finn

Colouring/Sticker books

Thronecoming Reusable Sticker Book by Melissa Yu

A Wonderlandiful Doodle Book by Jeanine Henderson

Draw Dream Create Sketchbook

An Enchanted Pop-Up Sketchbook



Other books

Five Minute Stories by Robert Rudman & Ellie Rose

Class of Classics by Leigh Dragoon & Jessi Sheron

The books that don’t have a link are ones I know exist but I couldn’t find on internet archive/other searching.

If you have any links to these missing books, or books that I don’t have PLEASE lmk. Or if you have higher quality or pdf links (since some of the books are just screenshots of pages that I put together on a doc…)

The last two books in the once upon a twist series don’t exist.. they were cancelled or only a few copies were made (and those who have them aren’t saying anything). But I’m hoping to find them somehow if I have to message perdita finn myself. I believe there are a few chapters up somewhere so I’ll try to compile all that’s available

Any title that is coloured with a link means I don’t have a pdf or full copy yet but I have a preview

Because this is getting so much attention make sure to check my pinned post that has more eah resources!!

There are also diaries that went along with the dolls that you can find on @everafterhigharchive’s page who is also responsible for most of the links here

(Also one of my interconnect libraries has meet Crystal Winter so I’ll upload that onto internet archive + add it on here once it ships)

[yandere-writer-momo]

I was asked awhile back to make my version of a Yandere Gameshow Host so here is my take on it. This is set in a dystopian world that relies on a game show to set people up together with their ‘perfect match.’

Yandere Short Stories: Meet Your Match

Yandere Black Gameshow Host x Afab Reader

Meet Your Match was an incredibly popular game show in this dystopian world. One where singles would rush to be a part of since the host perfectly matched each individual to their ‘ideal’ match. People sung Andre Kantz’s praises ever. Single. Time. They called the man Cupid for a reason… and not just because of his whimsical style and appearance.

Andre had skills in match making that were almost inhuman. He’s never failed a single time to match a pair up. Andre always had a hundred percent success rate.

To enter this show, one would have to include a detailed description of themselves and send it to the host in hopes to be picked to be on it. It sometimes took months, even a year to get on.

So why was (your name) invited to join this show when she had never sent in a description of her own? (Your name)’s never had much interest in romance since she didn’t grow up surrounded by love so why has love come knocking on her door? Was this perhaps fate?

(Your name) nervously shifted in her chair whilst the contestants all happily chittered amongst themselves. Why did she feel so anxious when this should be a happy moment for her?

“Hello and welcome to Meet Your Match! I’m your host Andre Kantz or Cupid!” The audience cheers when the camera moves towards the charismatic host. His white teeth shined brightly under fluorescent stage light as his cinnamon eyes scanned the crowd’s faces until they stopped on the figure of a familiar young woman. His heart fluttered a bit when they made eye contact but he quickly went back to work. Yet his cinnamon eyes flitted over to (your name) with joy. They have finally been reunited after all these years! Andre was so happy she came! He knew it was destiny.

The ebony man’s crystals in his locs clanked together when he moved his head to scan the audience. He clapped his hands to catch everyone’s utmost attention.

“Today I have matched all of you in pairs to finally Meet Your Match and there is a grand reveal at the end of this very special show!” The audience cheered but Andre was too focused on (your name). His eyes never left hers despite the way the audience went wild. “Reach under your seat to pull out the envelopes under your chair! If the color matches someone else here, then that’s your match!”

(Your name) reached under her chair and was surprised at the pink envelope under her cushioned chair. Pink… why was hers pink?

“Oh! It seems someone had gotten a pink envelope!” Andre made his way off the stage to stand in front of (your name).

When he finally stood before her, she could finally get a better look at him. His black locs had rose quartz wrapped into them with gold wiring which made him even more mystical. His infectious smile was even brighter now that he was in close proximity. Andre was a handsome man, there was no denying it. And… was that incense she could smell?

Andre’s scent of incense and patchouli infiltrated her senses. There was something almost magical about this man… and eerily familiar. (Your name) just couldn’t put a finger on what was so familiar about him…

Andre bent down to be at her height as he gave her a bright smile. “You’re a very special contestant… you’ll have to come onstage for your match.”

(Your name) followed Andre upstage as he match made the singles that were in crowd. The people began to cheer and holler in excitement.

Andre lead her behind the stage with haste and into his dressing room.

(Your name) froze when Andre reached into his vanity’s drawer and pulled out a matching blush pink envelope. The man trembled so much, she swore he was about to explode in tears.

“I’m so happy… I’m so happy for you finally have my match.” Andre then opened his envelope to show (your name) a list of her interests and hobbies. How did he get those?! How did he know so much about her? “Ever since grade school, I had always admired you from a distance. You were always so calm and cool while I was a people pleaser but the more I saw of you, the more I realized we have so much in common! We’re both spiritual and we like the same foods! Your favorite show is mine as well! We’re perfect together!”

Wait… Andre Kantz. How could she not have realized this all beforehand… that Andre was her old stalker from school?! The one who scared her away from romance for over a decade?!

(Your name) slowly began to back up towards the door but Andre slammed it shut with his ebony hand. His breathing ragged and his eye a bit crazed.

“Can’t you see this is fate? We’re meant to be!” Andre leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Andre reached in his pocket to pull out a small remote that turned on a camera behind him. “So what do you say to being my match? Yes or… yes?”

(Your name) gulped when she stared into the blinking red light that broadcasted her kabedon worldwide. Say no for her own peace of mind or say no and be dead socially for the rest of her years?

Andre smiled when she hugged him and buried her face into his chest. He was so happy to finally have her in his arms… she was finally caught in the perfect trap.

“See, (your name)?” Andre pulled her body close to his, his fingers affectionately ran through her scalp. “You’ve finally met your match.”

[cinnaleaf]

ESSENCE OF US - CH 3: PARISIAN EXPOSURE* [FT. JUDE]

Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | READ CH 2 HERE | READ CH 4 HERE

summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.

warnings: implied anxiety, SMUT, praise kink, begging, mild spanking, unprotected sex, language genre: fluff, angst, slow(ish) burn romance, slight smau wc: ~9.7k (sorry lol) a/n: the jude bit and smau was toooo fun

The streets of Le Marais were alive with its usual Parisian magic. There was a mix of fashion forward locals, tourists snapping pictures, and a charming elegance of the city. Your heels clicked against the cobblestone as you thought about Camille, one of your best friends in the industry. Tonight was all about her and the launch of her newest fragrance line ‘L'Eclipse Eternelle’, something she'd been working towards forever.

The venue for the launch party stood out, even amongst all the chic surroundings of Le Marais. There were tall, intricate floral arrangements framed around the entrance that spilled into soft hues of pink, lavender and white. The chandeliers casted a golden glow over the white marble floors which made everything shimmer as guests moved through the space. Velvet curtains lined the walls and there was a stream of impeccably dressed attendees floating from one fragrance display to another. It felt like pure opulence.

You took a deep breath as you walked in, the air filled with a rich blend of floral and spicy scents that made up Camille's new collection. There was a delicate hint of pistachio that lingered in the air which added a soft, almost nutty warmth to the atmosphere. It felt like a sensory overload...but in the best way possible. You smiled to yourself as you took in the scene, feeling proud and excited for Camille. This was her big moment and you were there to support her. The nerves you had about whether your outfit or hair looked right, or if you could fit in with the crowd seemingly melted away. You were just happy to be there for her as you soaked in the luxury and success around you.

You made your way through the crowd, talking to a few familiar faces along the way. There were industry insiders, big name influencers with glam squads, old acquaintances from previous events, people posing for photos, and people deep in conversation. You grabbed a glass of Dom Pérignon Rose 1959 champagne from a passing waiter and sipped it slowly. This wasn’t just any champagne. Nope. It was one of the most expensive vintage champagnes in the world. The rarity and price tag could rival some people’s annual salary, which made holding the crystal glass in your hand feel even more indulgent. The taste was rich and had a bit of complexity to it. There was a hint of berries with a smoky undertone that had a touch of caramel creaminess that lingered on your tongue. Drinking the champagne was definitely an experience, each sip reminding you that this would be no ordinary night. It felt like the kind of night where anything could happen.

“Oh my god, where did Camille even find this,” you muttered under your breath in disbelief, still enjoying every sip. 

You weren't thinking about Trent at all. Why would you? This type of thing wasn't really his scene, it was a perfume launch and not an event he would typically attend like a footie match or media event. You'd been texting him, sharing flirty texts back and forth, some teasing, but somehow life just kept getting in the way. When you wanted to meet up he was busy, and when he wanted to meet up you were busy. The rainchecks were neverending. You hadn't really let yourself think about him since that day at the café because your schedule was so packed. A fancy launch in Paris seemed way too far fetched. And honestly, the last thing you needed was a distraction tonight. You were here to network and make connections while also supporting your best friend.

No distractions tonight. Definitely no Trent.

You caught a glimpse of Camille across the room, surrounded by a group of attendees gushing over her latest creations from the launch. Camille exuded radiance and her confidence practically glowed under the soft lighting from the chandeliers. She deserved all of this, truly. All of her hard work and late nights led to this moment. You wandered over to one of the displays and ran your fingers over the sleek, glass bottles that were lined up neatly on a display table. The faint scent of pistachio was thicker now as you leaned in to take an inhale of one of the bottles. 

It was soft and delicate, but also calming with a comforting sweetness that enveloped you. It reminded you of the endless hours you and Camille spent testing fragrances back at home. Just as you were putting the tester bottle back on the table, Camille appeared next to you, her excitement gleaming.

“Come on! I have someone you have to meet” she exclaimed, her voice full of energy. She didn't really give you a choice in the matter before dragging you across the venue. 

You were about to ask who it was but then the crowd parted, your heart dropping into your stomach. There he was again, standing there, looking absolutely unreal in a perfectly tailored outfit and fresh cut. His casual 'low profile' outfit, nowhere to be seen. It felt like you were stuck, you couldn't do anything at that moment but stare at him. He looked so clean, sharp, and like a star. Your thoughts scrambled to keep up as you walked closer to the small group he was with. He looked so different from the easy going guy you met on the train, this man fit in effortlessly with the glamour of the evening. 

God, he looked so good.

Camille was blissfully unaware of the million thoughts racing through your head and smiled brightly, “Y/N this is Trent, Trent this is Y/N, my best friend,” she announced with all the energy of someone who thought they had just made the most groundbreaking introduction in the world.

“Um..nice to meet you...a–again” you blurted out, completely unable to stop yourself from stumbling over your words. Maybe you had too much champagne. Great. Real Smooth.

Trent didn't seem fazed at all, in fact he looked like he was amused. His eyes lit up with a knowing grin and it felt like the entire room had shifted. 

“Seems like fate keeps pulling us together, yeah?” he said, casual and teasing. Suddenly you were back on that train, replaying the banter between you two in your head. 

I’ll let you know when the eclipse hits.

You immediately thought about the name of Camille’s fragrance line.

L'Eclipse Eternelle. Okay…the universe was definitely playing games with you.

You were struggling to keep your cool but there was no use. He looked so good and his gaze kept lingering on you which made it impossible to act nonchalant. Your mind started racing, pulse quickening. Camille, sensing none of this, looked between the two of you with her eyebrows slightly raised at the awkward energy you were giving. She thought you were just starstruck.

“Umm..girl, are you good?” she asked with a playful but clearly confused tone. 

Before you could explain your weird reaction, Trent spoke again with his voice a bit lower this time, just for you to hear. “You look beautiful tonight.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. The way he said it with so much ease, the way he looked at you and meant every word had you feeling flustered all over again. 

“Thanks, you clean up well” you replied, trying to play it off even though you were internally doing everything but staying cool. You felt hot and disoriented. How was this happening right now? How were you supposed to stay composed when he looked like that??

Camille was still blissfully unaware but slowly began connecting the dots, realizing you two seemed to have more history than she knew about. “Oookayy, I'm gonna leave you two to chat. Catch up later?” she shot you a knowing look before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you standing there with Trent. Your mind was spinning trying to keep up with the moment, you barely had time to process that he was there, let alone the eclipse thing. And now you were alone with him at the most glamorous event of the year.

The second Camille disappeared, the atmosphere shifted into thick, unspoken tension. The air felt like it was humming and every glance he gave you sent your body into overdrive. The opulence, the fancy champagne, a Parisian night, the scent of pistachio still lingering in the air..all of it combined into something that had your heart beating a little faster, in more than one place of course. 

Trent's gaze flickered over you, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile. “How've you been?” he asked in a casual tone, his eyes never leaving yours. “Can't go anywhere without running into you, can I?”

You laughed softly, still trying to keep your cool and calm your nerves. “Mhm..it's starting to feel a bit like serendipity.” 

“Serendipity? Big word.” 

You laughed, feeling the banter slide back into place effortlessly, “I have plenty more where that came from, my vocabulary is never ending.” There was something simmering between the two of you that hadn't been there last time. You were trying to play it cool as best as possible but the way his eyes kept lingering over you made it impossible to ignore the heat rising between you.

“You look…” Trent started, his words trailing off as his eyes moved slowly from your face to your dress. “Stunning.” He placed his hand on the small of your back as he leaned in closer to you, settling deep into the conversation. 

The word hung in the air above you. It was simple, but loaded. You swallowed, trying not to let the nerves you felt creeping up betray you. You didn't trust yourself to reply right away so instead, you opted for the easiest way out—continuing the banter.

“Same to you,” you said in a light tone. “But..you're still wearing that aftershave, huh? Thought you would have an upgrade by now,” referring to a video of him you'd seen on the internet.

His laugh was low but his grin widened, “Aah, you saw that?”

You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant even though his hand was still resting on your back. “Who didn't?” you teased. “Xerjoff Erba Pura right? You could definitely do better.”

“Oh could I?” he asked, clearly amused. His eyes had a hint of mischief as he leaned in, his face dangerously close to yours and voice dropping just enough to set you aflame. “Alright then..I'll let you pick the next one.”

You raised an eyebrow, refusing to let him see how much his proximity was affecting you. “Bold.. giving up control like that.” 

He chuckled as the sound rumbled softly between you. “I trust your judgement. You know what you're talking about.” Your breath hitched slightly when his eyes locked back onto yours. His gaze was a little too intense and you felt heat rise in your cheeks. The chemistry, the banter, and the subtle touches all felt like it was building toward something. 

​​You couldn't help it and took a small step closer as your arm brushed against his. It was brief but it sent shockwaves through you. 

“So, what's your rec then? For my next scent?”

You tried to gain some semblance of control over the situation by narrowing your eyes playfully, “Dependsss..are you trying to impress someone?” His smile widened and he took another small step toward you, closing the already narrow gap between you, “Maybe” he said softly, “Depends on who's asking.”

At that moment you felt like there was no one else around except the two of you. The lights, the crowd, and the elegant venue all blurred into the background as his gaze continued to settle on you. “Hmm..” you murmured a little breathlessly. “I have to think about it. Can't give away all my trade secrets.”

“Wouldn't expect anything less,” he said, his hand still caressing your back. Every small move, every lingering glance felt like it was leading to something more. But neither of you were willing to acknowledge it, at least not yet.

You tilted your head slightly as you looked at him. “It's funny…” you said trying to lighten the mood even though you felt like you were teetering on the edge of spontaneously combusting. “I never really pegged you as a perfume guy.”

“What? You think I don’t like the finer things in life? Love when a girl smells good.”

“Just didn't expect you to care about it enough to show up at an event like this. Camille is...a bit extra.”

This is too intense, you thought to yourself.

His voice dropped to nearly a whisper, “Maybe I care more when someone like you is around.”

The meaning behind his words were clear, even if they were wrapped in a playful tone. He kept looking at you, his eyes searching yours and sending a spine chilling thrill throughout your entire body. You were not used to feeling so off balance, so alive.

Just as you were about to respond, the sound of laughter cut through the moment. You turned slightly, noticing Jude Bellingham stroll into the room completely oblivious to the tension filled moment he just interrupted. You were relieved for the momentary distraction, but still very aware of how close Trent was standing beside you. Trent rolled his eyes in a joking manner but he looked like he wasn't quite ready for the moment to be over.

“Look who’s chatting up the ladies again!” Jude’s tall figure appeared beside you, grinning widely. His presence instantly added a bit of chaotic energy to the elegance of the evening. He gave Trent a slap on the back, “You’re hogging all the best company, mate. Share the wealth!”

Trent grinned, still keeping up his fake annoyed act, “Jude, don't you have anyone else to annoy?” Jude pretended he was offended, placing a hand to his chest in a dramatic fashion. “I’m just trying to help! This the girl you've been running into?”

Your brain short circuited. Girl he’s been running into.

He mentioned you?

Trent's jaw clenched for a second before forcing a smile, his eyes narrowing at Jude. “You’ve got a big mouth y’know?”

Jude shot back, “Don't be shy, mate. You were going on about her the other night.”

You felt your body heat up, slightly from embarrassment and the other from amusement. You weren't sure whether you wanted to laugh or die of secondhand embarrassment. Jude was having the time of his life while Trent was trying to keep it together.

“Was he now?” you asked, raising a brow. Trent gave Jude a look that could've curdled milk but Jude was completely unphased and laughed. “Yeah, he's mentioned you,” his grin showed no signs of fading. “Said you got a habit of showing up in the most random places.”

“Right,” you replied, trying to hide your smile. “Third time's the charm, huh?”

Jude gasped dramatically like you had just spilled the most scandalous secret. “THREE TIMES? Mate, you got it bad. In public? That's destiny right there.”

Trent groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, he was clearly uncomfortable “Can you just not?” Jude ignored him entirely as he turned his attention fully to you, “What’s your name mystery girl?”

“Y/N..” you responded, holding your hand out to shake his. Jude shook your hand in an exaggerated fashion. “Y/N!! Love it. I'm Jude, but you already knew that.” You couldn't help but laugh at his confidence, technically he wasn't wrong. You did know who he was. 

“Right because I'd have to be living under a rock if I didn't.”

“True” Jude said, flashing the grin all the girls knew and loved. “Trent thinks he's subtle but when he's into someone but he's about as subtle as a midnight drunk text.”

“Jude…bro come on.” Trent warned, trying to hide the smile slowly appearing on his lips. Jude was fully committed to his role in the chaos and waved him off. “Nah, it's cute. You got him shook Y/N.”

You tilted your head towards Trent who was shaking his head, “Interesting..is that true?”

“Absolutely not,” Trent retorted, deadpanning on Jude, shooting him a look that could only be described as 'I'm going to kill you', but he wasn't as annoyed as he was pretending to be. 

Jude's laugh was infectious and loud. “Stop lying. He's been chatty about you.” He leaned in closer as if he was about to reveal a huge secret. “Couldn't stop mentioning how it felt like some kinda rom com. I’ve heard enough of it.”

You choked a laugh. “Rom com? What is this, Love Actually?” 

“I'm telling you” Jude insisted as he ignored Trent's groan. “You got him out here hooked. Never seen anything like it.”

Trent finally cut in, clearly done with Jude's antics as he ran a hand over his face. “Bro that's enough. I'll pay you to shut the fuck up.”

“You can't afford me,” Jude shot back with a wink.

Their banter was relentless but you were loving every second of it. The way Jude effortlessly inserted himself into your dynamic made things feel funnier and less heavier. It was the kind of interruption you needed to shake off the sexual tension that had been building all night.

Jude wasn't done though. “Y/N..” he continued, ignoring Trent again. “you're coming to a match right? Gotta see him in action.”

You blinked. “Umm...hadn't planned on it.” Jude gasped dramatically again. “WHAT? Not coming? You're all over the place with him and not gonna be in Liverpool for match day?”

Trent shot Jude another deadly look. “She's not 'all over the place with me'. Stop making it sound weird.” 

“Just stating facts.” Jude continued on a roll. “You should go. Good seats, great views..of the pitch, that is.” he added with another wink. 

“Obviously” you said, trying not to laugh at Trent's clear irritation. “Don't pressure her man,” Trent said, but there was a softness in his tone, like he wouldn't have minded you being there. 

At all.

You smirked, sensing Trent's predicament. “Should I be worried about you mucking it up with me there? Is that what I'd be watching?” Before Trent could answer, Jude jumped in. “Nah. He's fine. Just don't distract him too much. He needs to focus.” Jude shot a mischievous grin over at Trent, “Not that he's been focused lately.”

Trent looked like he was going to give him a well placed jab, but before he could, someone called Jude from across the room beckoning him over. Jude waved and turned back to you with a smile. “Nice to meet you Y/N. Don't fuck it up Trent.” He walked off leaving you and Trent standing there as the tension slowly creeped back in.

You looked up at Trent, smirking “Sooo...you've been talking about me, huh?” Trent shook his head, smiling “Don't listen to him.” The way his eyes lingered on you told a different story though. Maybe Jude wasn't entirely wrong.

Later in the evening, you found yourself slipping away from the crowd after what felt like hours of mingling and small talk. The party was still going on inside but the weight of the night felt a lot heavier than before and you needed a breath of fresh air. You stepped out onto the balcony, the cool Parisian air wrapping around you and easing the tension that had been simmering under your skin all night.

As the city of Paris stretched out beneath you, the lights flickered and stars twinkled in the night sky. There was still a faint scent of pistachio lingering in the air from the cracked balcony door. It was delicate, yet sharp. You leaned against the balcony railing as the cool metal cooled your skin. You were alone, finally. But it felt like there was more to come.

As if on cue, the door behind you creaked open softly. You didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who it was. Every time the air around you shifted, you knew it was Trent. It was like there was a magnetic force pulling the two of you together. A thin, invisible thread that seemed to always bring you right back where you needed to be. 

With him.

“Thought you might be out here” he said, his voice low and smooth. He walked towards you taking slow, measured steps like he knew what he was doing to you. Your heart sped up at the sight of him and you tried to play it cool.

“Are you following me Trent?” you said as you turned your head slightly, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed softly, his eyes still seering right into you. “Nah. I'm taking a break from all the noise. You alright?”

“I’m fine..” you replied, your voice softer now. “Just needed a breather.”

He nodded as his gaze drifted towards the city beyond the balcony. “It’s quieter out here. I get it.”

There was silence for a moment, but it wasn’t awkward. It felt charged with words that weren’t being said. You could feel the invisible thread pulling the two of you closer, tighter. You shifted slightly on the railing trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to his presence. 

Trent turned his head, locking his eyes back on yours. “You seem different tonight.”

“Different?”

He nodded, his voice dropping. “Yeah. More serious.. like you got something on your mind.”

Your eyes kept darting as the conversation ensued, but you couldn’t stop yourself from meeting his gaze fully now with the weight of his stare pressing into you. Maybe he was right. Tonight definitely was different, and it wasn’t just because of the event or the glamour of it all. It was being this close to him, feeling the pull between you growing undeniably stronger by the second.

“Maybe it’s just the atmosphere,” you said, though you both knew it was a lot more than that.

“Maybe” he replied as he moved closer. “Or maybe it’s something else.”

Your heart started pounding in your chest as his words hung in the air again. Every time you were around him the space between you kept shrinking. You could feel anticipation growing with every second and your stomach started flipping. 

“Trent...” you started, but you couldn’t figure out how to finish the sentence.

He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His hand brushed against your arm in a light, teasing way that made your skin tingle. 

“Y’know..” he started, his lips mere inches from yours now. “I’ve been wondering...”

Your breath hitched. “Wondering about what?”

You saw his eyes darken as his lips curled into a teasing smile. He leaned in just a fraction more, his breath warm against your skin, closing the very short distance between you as his lips brushed against yours. It was a kiss that was soft at first, something sweet. It didn’t stay that way for long though. The kiss deepened and grew more intense, more urgent. The feelings you both were holding back all came crashing to the surface like a tidal wave. It was full of desire that had been simmering, waiting for this exact moment.

Your body responded instantly, your heartbeat quickening as you leaned into him, pulling him closer. You couldn't hear the noise of the party, or even the city below you anymore. It was just you and Trent, alone on the balcony with nothing but the weight of your kiss between you.

Once you finally pulled away, you were both breathless. Trent smiled, his thumb gently brushing your cheek as he whispered. “Hell of a way to make an impression.”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah well...you definitely have my attention now.”

“Come with me” he said softly, as if the words were a secret meant just for you and him. “We can leave..head back to my hotel. It’s quieter. Just us.”

Honestly, I’ll bend over right here on the balcony. You don’t even have to take me back, you thought internally.

This was the invitation, the moment you knew was coming eventually. Part of you had been hoping for this from the very first encounter on the train, to the café, and now here with Paris laid out before you like the world’s most beautiful painting. You considered his offer. You wanted to say yes, wanting the night to continue and see where things would lead. The invisible thread was practically wrapping you around him, urging you to go with him. It would be so easy to just slip away from the event, leave behind the crowd and just be alone with Trent. But as you stood there staring into his hopeful brown eyes, the weight of reality started to press down on you.

He wasn't just any man. He was famous and constantly in the public eye. Surely there would be consequences for being seen with him, especially if you moved too fast. You knew what came with being associated with him. Rumors, paparazzi, tons of speculation. It wasn’t really a world you were used to and the idea of jumping headfirst into it made you pause.

Ugh, but I want him sooo bad, you thought as you argued with yourself mentally.

But could you handle that? This wasn’t just about attraction, there was so much more at stake here. You bit your lip, torn between the two sides of yourself—the part that wanted to give in to the magnetic pull and go back with him. And then the part that hesitated, knowing there was far more to consider than just this one night.

Fuck it. You weren’t thinking clearly, courtesy of Dom Pérignon. Thank you Camille.

“I–” you started.

Just as the words to go back with Trent were spilling out of your mouth, the door to the balcony swung open and Camille appeared, looking like a woman on a mission. Her eyes flicked between you and Trent, her gaze clocking exactly what was about to happen.

“Oh, absolutely the fuck not,” she said, marching over with confidence that only your bestie could manage in a situation like this. “Y/N, a word. Now.” Before you could answer her, Camille had already looped her arm through yours and was dragging you back inside with a speed that suggested she was not fucking around. 

“Ow! Camille! What the hell?” you hissed, glancing back over at Trent who looked more amused than anything. “What are you—”

“I’m doing damage control, love” Camille muttered under her breath, her grip on your arm still firm as she dragged you away into a quieter corner of the venue.

“Honestly, I’m fine Camille. I’m not a child,” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh babe..you might think you’re fine, but I’m seeing things you’re not,” she shot back. Her voice was low and deadly serious, “You’re one bad decision away from front page drama. Lock it up.”

“But I was thinking that maybe I—”

“Oh, I know what you were thinking” Camille cut you off, her tone somewhere between concerned friend and stern mum. “You were thinking with your hormones, Y/N. I get it. Trent’s fit. Cheeky grin. But babe, he’s also a Premier League footballer. You really want to be the next headline?”

You groaned as you rubbed a hand over your face, “Camille, it’s not like that..”

“Isn’t it though?” she raised an eyebrow. “Look, I’m not saying there’s nothing there. There obviously is if you’ve been chatting all night. But you need to slow down.”

You let out a frustrated sigh as you leaned against the wall. “So what do I do then?”

“Go slow,” Camille said, her voice softening. “I’m just looking out for you. I’ve seen this before..I don’t want you getting hurt. Just think with your brain and not your pussy.”

You stifled a laugh as you shook your head. “You don’t hold anything back, do you?”

Camille grinned. “Someone has to keep you in check. You can still have your fun..just don’t rush into anything you’re gonna regret.”

You knew deep down Camille was right, but the undeniable pull you felt towards Trent almost made it feel like you were suffocating. “Fine...”

“Good.” Camille said, giving you a reassuring pat on your arm. “Now go back out there, be all mysterious and hard to get. They love that shit.”

The two of you made your way back around the corner and just as you were about to walk back over to him, Trent pushed up from the railing and walked towards you. His gaze was dark and utterly enthralling, making your heart skip a few beats again. 

“Y/N wait,” he said with his voice low. Before you could respond, you felt Camille’s grip tighten on your arm again.

“Fuck off Trent,” Camille interjected, her tone sharp. She gave you a look that said, ‘don’t even think about it’ as she whisked you away into the safety of the venue. Trent’s eyes were locked in on your backside, nothing about his thoughts were pure in that moment. 

The rest of the evening passed in a blur, with you and Trent stealing a few glances at each other. You wanted to sneak off with him but Camille was still hovering, trying to get you to focus more on interacting with the guests but your mind was elsewhere. You thought about the kiss and how his hands found your waist earlier in the night. Camille wasn't having any of it and decided to take you back to your hotel at the end of the night, as if you were an unruly teenager who needed supervision. Once you were safely back at the hotel room, Camille gave you a knowing glance, “I know you're plotting Y/N.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything!” you argued, knowing damn well it was a lie. 

“Uh huh,” she said, very unconvinced. “Just get some rest girl. Be good. Call if you need anything.” 

You were finally alone again after she left, terribly exhausted but still excited from the events that unfolded tonight. You quickly slipped into the bathroom to shower and collapsed on the bed, the cool sheets relieving your warm skin. You thought about how much fun you had tonight as your eyes fluttered shut. You had no idea that as you drifted off to sleep, the internet was in meltdown mode.

There was a tea page that was infamous for stirring things up, and they had posted something new. Something that lit the internet on fire. There was a grainy picture of you and Trent on the balcony, the kiss you shared just barely caught in the frame. Trent was clearly in the photo. There was no doubt it was him, but your face couldn't be seen at all due to the angle.

@.SpillTheBeansUK: WE HAVE THE TEA! 🍵🔥TAA was caught getting cosy with a mystery girl at a perfume launch in Paris. Can you say ‘steamy balcony moment’? Who is she?! #Caught #WAGWatch

@.JudeBVibez: Honestly Jude’s absence is the real blessing here. Trent you can have this drama babes!

@.Footba11rObsessed: Can’t decide if I want to be her or throw her into Mersey. Both??

@.FootieFangrl: so happy for T but also silently plotting her downfall.. in a supportive way

@.Thirsti4Trenty: Ngl. I’d fuck him right there on that balcony. Don’t care. I’d risk it ALL! Brave girl..

@.Trentisfine123: Can we talk about how FINE Trent looks even tho the pic is blurry? Omgggg yum

@.JudeBby03: Bro you can barely even see him!! How y’all thirsting over pixels?

@.LoveTAA66: just gonna believe they went home separately and had a deep emotional convo instead.. that’s what i'm telling myself 🙃

@.BrazilianFootieLuv5: Cute but when is Trent coming to Brazil to kiss me on a balcony? 🇧🇷

@.SpillTheBeansUK: STOP EVERYTHING! 🚨 We’ve been sent EXCLUSIVE footage from Jude Bellingham’s private story! Guess who’s in the background getting cosy AGAIN?! 😳👀 Dropping the FULL video TOMORROW. #JudeLeakedIt

@.JudeBby03: Jude’s private story?! 😍 The content we didn’t know we needed! Trent’s mess is cute but can we talk about my BABYYYY

@.Trentttyy066: OMG SOMEONE PLEASEEE HACK THIS PAGE AND DROP THE VIDEO!!!

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The next day, the soft scent of ylang-ylang drifted through the air, it was a calming floral aroma that the hotel used to lightly perfume the hotel room. You blinked sleepily as the parisian sunlight peeked through the curtains. Everything felt peaceful, quiet, almost like the world was still tucked away in the early hours of the morning. 

That peace though? It didn’t exist, at least not for you. 

You yawned, sitting up in bed as you stretched your body lazily before reaching for your phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up with an influx of notifications. There were so many that it took you a minute to process how many messages you missed. Instagram tags and Twitter mentions flooded your screen. Confused, you scrolled through the chaos as you rubbed your eyes.

“What the fuck?” you muttered, tapping on one of the Instagram notifications. 

SpillTheBeansUK has tagged you in a post.

You felt like you were in a twilight zone. There was a clear video from Jude's private story, you and Trent both in it. You were in the background talking closely at the event from last night, his hand resting casually on the small of your back. The angle made it look a lot more intimate than you remembered, as if you were a couple. Of course Jude had unknowingly exposed the two of you on the internet. You swiped to the next notification. SpillTheBeansUK had also posted a grainy photo from the balcony where Trent's face was visible but yours was obscured. The comments were wild. It set the internet ablaze and you were right in the middle of it.

Your stomach churned but for some reason you couldn't look away, continuing to read the tags and scrolling through the comments. There was no mistaking it. They knew it was Trent and now they were determined to figure out who you were.

@.SpillTheBeansUK: CLEAR FOOTAGE OF THE MYSTERY GIRL! @.yourusername is cosying up with Trent in the background of Jude’s story. Hand on her waist says all 👀 #Y/NRevealed #WAGWatch #PerfumeBabe

@.FootieGirly95: crumbling like a biscuit if he ever touched me like that. Strong woman indeed.

@.NosyGirl42: This girl is not following Trent so it’s not real. Don’t @ me. Facts are facts.

@.NepoBabyWatch: another nepo baby getting opportunities handed to her. ‘self-made’ perfumer my ass

@.NiceFan: if T’s happy, I’m happy 😊 I just hope she treats him right 💖

@.USA_LFCFangirl: What’s the spell sis? Candle? Crystals? Is it in the perfume?? Lmk..for research purposes 🔮✨

@.Trentttyy066: WHO CAN READ LIPS???????? WHAT IS HE SAYING TO HER? WTFFF

@.JudeBby03: i’m about to learn telepathy bc the way i need to know what they’re talking about is unhealthy

@.FicEscape66: I’m just gonna go read fics and pretend this isn’t happening 😭

@.JudesQueenOnly: jude baby we loveee you! tysm for accidentally dropping the hottest goss of the week

@.LipReaderBabe: Trent says something like ‘u look incredible tonight’ to her. I’m like 93.25% sure

You couldn't believe this was happening. You knew there was a chance people would catch on eventually but this was crazy. It felt like a full blown PR disaster. You had to admit some of the comments were hilariously funny though. 

Your mind raced back to the night before. Trent's hand on your waist, the memory of last night's heated kiss on the balcony, the way he looked at you like you were the only person on earth. You shook your head trying to come back to the present. Now was not the time to start daydreaming, you were the topic of every gossip page on social media, and things were only going to get worse. 

Just as you were about to text Camille, your phone rang, her name flashing across the screen. Of course she saw it, nothing went past Camille. 

“Y/N…please tell me you’re seeing this,” she said the second you picked up.

“Yeah..i’m seeing it..unfortunately” you said, running a hand across your forehead. “It’s everywhere. What the fuck do I do?”

Camille let out a dramatic sigh. “Well for starters you could've told me about the kiss. I can't believe I had to find out from a tea page!” 

“I was going to tell you!”

“When? After you were married with kids?” Camille shot back sarcastically. You groaned as you flopped back on the bed. “Okayyy, I get it. But seriously though, what do I do? They know my name now.”

“Just play it cool” Camille replied with a softer tone. “It'll blow over eventually, just don't give them more fuel. Just stay quiet.. maybe lock your accounts down. Be chill.”

“People are already speculating though.. don’t think locking my accounts will do much.” you muttered as the panic crept in. “They're trying to dig into my life. Someone even called me a nepo baby in the comments..like what the fuck??”

Camille burst out laughing at the ridiculousness, “Well, they clearly don’t know much so let's keep it that way. Let it die down. Maybe just…don’t kiss anymore footballers in public, babe. You were kinda asking for it with that one.”

“Very funny.”

Camille laughed again, making you feel a bit lighter despite the media circus ensuing online. “I'm serious though. Don't do too much, we'll figure it out. Just log off for a bit.”

That was easier said than done. You were already in too deep, scrolling through the comments again as soon as you got off the phone with Camille.

@.JudeGirl05: Jude’s feeding the fandom while the Trent girls are spiraling lmao. we won!

@.FootieFrenzy02: Honestly they look good together. I’d watch the tape.

@.JudesGirlsEatGood: This video was supposed to be about Jude but I’m living for the drama! Trent girlies how are you holding up? 

You couldn't help but laugh at some of the comments, despite the pressure building within your chest. People were slowly piecing together who you were, where you lived, what you did for work. It wouldn't be too long before they knew everything about you. Some of them already recognized you from Les Notes d'Amour. You felt your stomach flip at the thought of your entire personal life being exposed. You were typically a private person who enjoyed the smaller things in life. Sure, you had money and connections that you earned, but you weren't really one to flaunt it, that was more so Camille's style. You glanced at your phone, hesitating for a while before you swiped over to Twitter. The meme makers had already gotten to work by making several fake headlines to rile the internet up. You threw your phone down on the bed and groaned, pulling the covers over your head as if it would be able to shield you from all the chaos. You could lay low like Camille suggested, but that still wouldn't stop people from talking about you.

Your phone continued buzzing, each notification a little reminder of your balcony rendezvous. You were now the internet's person of the day, which was never a high honor. The dread prickled at your mind like a sharp cactus. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force the thoughts away but your mind shifted back to Trent. You replayed the kiss in your head, the way he held you close to him nearly the entire night. You wished you would've had the chance to tell Camille before the internet found out about it. 

Your phone buzzed again. You reached out from the covers reluctantly, expecting another sea of endless notifications from social media, but it was a text from Trent. For a second, you just stared at his name on the screen before swiping the message open.

T: Morning. Hope you’re alright. Was thinking about you.

He was such a basic texter but the simplicity of his words made your heart flutter. He didn't mention the chaos from the event, or that half the country was talking about you. He only wanted to know how you were feeling, and it was much appreciated. It felt like a tiny slice of normalcy in the middle of all the madness. 

You took a deep breath, taking in the scent of ylang-ylang from the hotel room. It was calming, and the floral notes made it easier to think. You thought you came to Paris to escape the routine of everyday life, but now things felt like they were spiraling out of control. Trent being the wild card in all of this.

Just as you were gathering your thoughts, your phone dinged again with another message from Trent.

T: I get it if you need some space. It’s a lot. I’d like to see you again though. No pressure.

You stared at the screen, biting your lip. He was giving you an easy way out, a way to escape from all this madness. But deep down you knew you didn't want the easy way out. You wanted to see him again, being around him felt right. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard and before you could overthink it, you started typing.

I'm ok..just processing. I wanna see you too.

As soon as you hit send you felt a mixture of relief and nervousness. The thought of seeing Trent again sent your body into overdrive, but in a good way. It also meant stepping further into a life that was public, a life you weren't sure you were ready to be exposed to. Yet, the pull you felt toward him made it too strong to ignore. Your critical thinking skills were definitely lacking when it came to him. Everything he did had you flustered and disoriented. 

Your phone dinged almost immediately once you sent the message.

T: Got a match at Anfield. Would love it if you came. After that I'm free. We can keep it lowkey.

You smiled at his suggestion. 

Lowkey. 

As if anything associated with the two of you was lowkey at the moment. And there was definitely nothing lowkey about showing up at Anfield after all this mess. People would surely notice, but you wanted to be there for him and see him in his element. On the other hand, the idea of being able to sneak away from all the chatter afterwards and just be with him was exactly what you wanted. What you needed, really.

I’d like that. Let me know the details.

As soon as you hit send, you felt butterflies in your stomach. There was so much to think about, so much to decide. But for now, you let yourself lean into the possibility of seeing where things with Trent could go, whether it was lowkey or not.

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After the whirlwind of Paris, the familiarity of your apartment felt comforting. Your sanctuary was calm, minimal, with touches of quiet luxury that reflected your style: cashmere throws and whispered refinement. Everything about the space felt grounded, like it was built to protect you from the outside noise.

You leaned back into the plush cushions on your sofa, taking in the city skyline through the large windows. It was usually calming, but looking at the outside world felt a little more overwhelming nowadays. You couldn't stop thinking about Trent. It wasn't just about the kiss on the balcony, it was everything. Your paths kept crossing in the strangest ways. He made you feel seen in a way that no one else had, and now you were going to one of his matches at Anfield. It felt like another step into his world, a world you weren't sure you were ready to fully immerse yourself in.

You were still lost in your thoughts when a knock on the door pulled you back to reality. Your heart skipped a beat, feeling that familiar sensation—like the tension right before lightning strikes. You opened the door, Trent leaning casually against the doorframe as he held an unmistakable red shirt draped over his arm. He looked different from the version of him you met on the train and at the café; no hoodie or sunglasses today. Just Trent looking relaxed and effortlessly dreamy, like he was slowly bringing pieces of himself into your world.

“Hey,” he said softly, but with an edge of confidence. “Thought I'd drop this off in person.”

Your eyes wandered to the shirt in his hand. It wasn't just any shirt. It had his name and number on the back, it felt like a statement. Like it was meant just for you.

“You didn't have to...” You were trying to be coy, but the warmth in your chest was impossible to ignore.

“Yeah but I wanted to see you,” he shrugged with a smile. “Take it as a personal delivery.”

When he handed you the shirt you felt the soft fabric between your fingers. It was supposed to be a simple gesture but it felt like it was loaded with meaning. You had been thinking about this for a couple of days, trying to figure out if you were ready to step into his world and deal with the scrutiny and attention that came with it. And here he was, standing in your doorway offering you a way in.

“Thanks..” you said quietly, still trying to process what it meant to be holding a piece of him in your hands.

He stepped inside your apartment, the door closing softly behind him. The playful edge in his eyes dimmed and became something more serious, more intimate. “I know this isn't easy for you Y/N,” he began as he stepped closer, grazing his hand over the back of his neck as if he was trying to find the right words. “My life comes with a lot of...attention. I don't blame you if you want to back off. I know you like your privacy, I respect that.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, he was being vulnerable and it tugged at something deep inside you. He looked like a man that just wanted to be understood, who wanted more than what the world saw. It made your heart ache in ways you weren't expecting.

You took a deep breath as you began speaking, “It's not just the attention though..this is all new for me. I didn't really expect any of this.” Trent nodded, stepping closer as his presence filled the space between you. “Didn't expect it either, but every time we cross paths..it feels like it's supposed to happen. I can't get you out of my head Y/N.”

His words hit you deeply and you felt tears forming in the corner of your eyes. He was right. Every encounter, glance, and shared touch felt like something bigger was pulling you together, like some sort of invisible string that couldn't be frayed or cut no matter how much you tried to avoid it. 

“You just want to be normal sometimes don't you?” you asked softly, the understanding sinking in. All his ridiculous 'low profile' fits suddenly made sense. He was hiding from the world, trying to keep a piece of himself that wasn't constantly on display. “Yeah..” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “Just trying to blend in I guess. I don't feel like I have to hide with you though. You're something special.”

The confession hit you like a train, knocking the breath from your lungs. Trent felt safe enough with you to be a version of himself no one else saw. You smiled as you glanced down at the shirt in your hands, trying to hide the wave of emotions swirling inside you. 

“Guess I’ll be your not so subtle fangirl at Anfield then.”

He laughed softly, but you saw his face light up in a way that gave you butterflies, “Not so subtle huh?” he teased. “I think I can handle that.”

“Yeah?” you challenged playfully, but your voice wavered a bit in the weight of the moment.

Trent's hand slipped to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no room between your bodies. “Can't wait to look up during the match,” he murmured in a low voice. “and see you there wearing my name.” 

Your breath hitched at his words as his gaze lingered on your lips. “You'll be on the pitch…” you teased, “don't let me distract you.”

“After the match though…” he whispered against your lips. “you're the only thing I’ll be thinking about.”

Before you could respond his lips found yours. The kiss was different from the one on the balcony. It was hot, deeper, like he couldn't hold back anymore. His hands tightened around your waist as his mouth moved against yours. The kiss was growing more intense and urgent. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing into him as the heat between you surged. Your body was aching for more. He backed you up against the wall, his hands roaming over your sides as he began kneading your ass, every last bit of restraint between you snapping.

You felt Trent's hands begin to slide over your body, fingers grazing your skin that made your nerves spark like a match. The intensity was undeniable, your breaths becoming ragged as he guided you backward towards your bedroom, never breaking the kiss. 

With each step his touch grew more urgent. His hands slipped under the hem of your shirt as his fingers traced the curve of your waist, slowly lifting the fabric over your head. He leaned back just enough to drink you in, his gaze full of admiration. 

“You're unreal,” he murmured as his gaze devoured you whole, he couldn't get enough of you, “need all of you right now.”

You shivered, your breath catching as he pressed his body closer to yours, the thin layers of clothing between you disappearing fast. By the time you were both undressed your skin felt like it was on fire. He looked like he was starving for you. You reached for him, your fingertips digging into his back as you pulled him closer, “I want you..” you whispered, barely able to form the words as his lips trailed down your body. 

“Say it again.”

“I want you,” you repeated, more confident this time.

Your breath came out in a shaky gasp as Trent's hands worked over you, his fingers sliding in between your thighs with a teasing precision that made you want to lose your mind. Every movement and breath he took felt like it was designed to unravel you.. and it was working. 

“Fuck..” he growled in a gritty voice, as his fingers slipped through the slickness of your pussy. “You're dripping baby.”

His touch was deliberate, slow as hell like he wanted to drag it out until you were begging. And you were close to it already.

“Gonna take my time tonight..make sure you feel every second of it,” he muttered against your neck. 

An involuntary moan slipped from your lips before you could try to stop it. His fingers dipped inside of you, moving so slowly it was driving you crazy. “Trent..please” you gasped, your back arching.

“Nah, don't rush me pretty girl” a teasing smirk appeared on his lips. “Got you right where I want you.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, peppering kisses to your cheeks as his fingers moved deeper, his thumb rubbing lazy swirls over your clit. It was so fucking filthy, the way he looked at you while fingering you, watching every reaction. Your hips began rolling into his hand, trying to chase the high you could feel building.

"Gonna cum already?" he asked, his voice dripping with confidence. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. "So fucking tight. Look at you squeezing my fingers."

You whimpered as you nodded, biting your lip hard enough to leave a mark. “I–” you couldn't get your words out, you were too focused on the spark he was igniting inside you.

“Cum then” he whispered, hot against your ear. “Cum for me baby. Let me see you.”

The way he said it, demanded it, made you come undone instantaneously. Your core clenched around his fingers as the orgasm ripped through your body, wave after wave crashing against you as you cried out his name, your hips bucking wildly against his hand.

“Fuckk, you look good all soaking wet.” he groaned, watching you with hooded eyes as his fingers continued to prolong your orgasm until you were nothing but a trembling mess.

You were gasping trying to catch your breath when he pulled his fingers from between your folds, bringing them to his lips. He didn't break eye contact with you as he licked the taste of you off his fingers. “Taste so fucking good,” he muttered.

You were still trembling, still breathless, but you weren't done. You reached for his dick, hard and heavy against his stomach. The sight of it made your mouth water.

“Mmm..you need me as bad as I need you,” you said as your hand wrapped around him stroking him slowly.

Without warning, he grabbed your thighs and flipped you on your stomach, gripping your hips as he pulled you up on all fours. His hand slid between your legs again, teasing your sensitive clit until you were shaking beneath him. “Look at you making a mess baby” he groaned as his erection pressed against your ass. “You ready for me?”

You nodded, your head swirling with sinful thoughts, “Please..”

“Say it” he demanded, his voice low as his hands moved to your hips. “Tell me how you want it.”

“I want you to fuck me..please Trent,” the need in your voice matching the heat between your legs.

He pressed into you, slow and steady as you gasped from the stretch. It wasn't painful, it was a delicious fullness that had you ready to cum almost immediately. He paused as he entered you, watching your body language to make sure you were okay.

“Fuck, you feel good.” he murmured, trying to restrain himself from pounding into you. He wanted you to adjust to him. “Could stay like this forever.”

"Don't tease me,” you whimpered in a breathless but commanding voice. “don't hold back. Just fuck me.”

Trent's control snapped as his body pressed into yours with new urgency, filling you completely. His hands gripped your ass to hold you in place as he thrust into you harder and deeper, the teasing now gone. The air was filled with the sound of your lewd moans and wetness from your core. He was giving you everything you were begging for.

“Fuckk.” he groaned, quickening his pace. His dick was driving into you with a steady but powerful rhythm. “You wanted this, yeah? Wanted me to stop holding back?” 

“Yesss. Yes..ooh fuck, yes” you gasped, your back arching to meet every thrust. “Don't fucking stop.”

“Ooh my goddd” you moaned as he adjusted his angle, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued his relentless pace. “Right there. Don't stop, please don't stop.”

“You sound so sexy moaning like that..you're gonna make me cum. But I want you to cum first.” his hand smacked your ass as he thrust harder. Your pussy clenched around him, body jolting from the impact.

You were already barely holding it together, but you were desperate for more. “So close” you whined, your hips grinding against his trying to match his rhythm. “I'm gonna cum.” 

His fingers slid around to your front, rubbing tight swirls around your clit. “Need to feel you squeezing me Y/N.” he growled with desire. His words sent another jolt through you, the pressure inside you snapping as you clenched around him, your pussy spasming with every thrust. A choked scream escaped your throat as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, your legs shaking uncontrollably as Trent kept thrusting into you.

Harder. 

Deeper.

As you chased your orgasm, you felt him getting close. His movements became erratic, his breathing uneven. His grip on your hips was almost desperate at this point. 

“Fuck i'm about to cum baby”

You knew you shouldn't, but the thought of him cumming inside you was all you could think about. “Do it..please” you gasped, barely able to speak. “I want it.” The way you begged and tightened around him was too much for him to handle “Y/N..” he growled with need as he thrust into you one last time, spilling inside of you. 

The scent of sweat and satisfaction was still in the air as your chest rose and fell, trying to catch your breath. Trent leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before slipping off the bed. “Stay there” he murmured softly with tenderness. You watched him as he returned from your bathroom with a damp cloth in hand, the look in his eyes made you want to cry. This was something beyond the physical and it was obvious in the way he cared for you. He gently wiped over your skin, his touch featherlight. “You okay?” he asked, searching for any signs of discomfort. 

“More than okay.. but I don't know if I can stand up right now though” you giggled.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, placing soft kisses on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. 

You could feel the beat of his heart against your back, the rhythm soothing you as your eyelids grew heavier. He was supposed to be heading out after dropping off your things for the match, but you shifted in the bed, resting your head against his chest. You started to slip in between sleep and reality. “I wasn't supposed to stay,” he whispered, speaking to himself more than to you. “Just wanted to drop off your stuff for the match but..”

You smiled against him, your eyes nearly closed. You knew exactly what he meant. That invisible string that had been pulling you two together since the beginning was too strong to fight. Every time you were with him, it felt like you two were the only people who existed in the world. It was like fate decided you were meant to find each other, no matter the circumstances. 

You wanted to embrace whatever this was. It felt like it was something worth holding onto. Even though the road ahead might not be easy, the seed of love had already been planted and was starting to grow. 

Delicate.

But unstoppable.

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PLANET: ILUM Astronavigation Data: Ilum system, 7G sector, Unkonwn Regions Orbital Metrics: 1,078 days per year/66 hours per day Goverment: None Population: 5,200 (support crew 45%, temporary researchers 30%, military 20%, other 5%) Languages: None Terrain: Frozen lakes, mountains, ice steppes Major Cities: None Areas of Interest: Holenesh Canyon, Jedi Temple, excavation sites, various ruins Major Exports: Ilum crystals [Source: Star Wars - Force and Destiny - Nexus of Power - Force Worlds] BACKGROUND: Ilum is a small, obscure world located far out in the Unknown Regions. The fifth planet of the Ilum system, it orbits an exceedingly bright blue dwarf star called “Asar.” Surveys of the system by ancient Jedi scouts show a handful of uninhabited, inhospitable worlds that are either heavily ir­radiated, completely covered in ice, or both. The rest of the system is largely empty, with no asteroid belt and few navigation hazards. Due to its location in the Unknown Regions and its isolation from charted hyperspace lanes, nothing was known of the Ilum system until a wandering Jedi discovered it in the earliest days of the Republic.

Roughly equidistant from Asar and the system’s com­etary cloud, Ilum is the only world in the system that can support life. “Support” may be too strong a word for the relationship between Ilum and its flora and fauna, however. It is a large, terrestrial world orbited by two small moons and encircled by a wide set of rings made mostly of ice crystals. It is a land of broad continents, towering mountain ranges, and shallow seas locked in a perpetual ice age. Huge glaciers scour the planet’s face, slowly grind­ing the land flat. Where the glaciers have passed, deep snows or sheets of ice dozens of meters thick entomb the surface, making agriculture impossible. Ilum's few seas are shallow and broad, their waters choked with great floating ice mountains and thick sheets of drift ice. In addition to its frozen, snowbound landscape, Ilum has an atmosphere that is a near-constantly churning vortex of storms. High winds, sleet, thick snow, and freezing rain are to Ilum what gentle winds and soft rains are to Naboo.

Life, where it can survive, does so primarily along Ilum's equatorial region. Here, at least, the temperatures are only in the double digits below freezing, which has allowed a small number of native plants and animals to evolve. A few eke out an existence on the planet’s frozen surface, but most live either in the icy seas or deep beneath the ground in the uncounted thousands of kilometers of caverns and tunnels that worm through the planet’s crust. Savage gorgodons, cunning asharl panthers, and the terrifying razhak call Ilum home, along with hardy species of small rodents, birds, and worms. Alongside these are tough plants and fungi adapted to sub-zero temperatures, many of them completely undocumented.

LIFE ON ILUM: To date, no evidence has been found to suggest that sentient life ever evolved on Ilum. There are no ruins, nothing in the fossil record, and nothing recorded in the galaxy’s various ancient data­bases to suggest that Ilum was ever anything more than an obscure, uninhabited frozen rock. Indeed, the planet would have stayed that way until Asar burned itself out if the Jedi hadn’t come along and stumbled onto a discovery that would make it one of the most important places in the galaxy to that ancient order.

ILUM'S HISTORY: Ilum's recorded history begins tens of thousands of years ago with its discovery by a Jedi scout whose name is lost to history, performing Force-assisted hyperspace navigation. As the scout moved through the hyperspace lanes, she was drawn to the Unknown Regions by a particularly powerful resonance in the Force. Following the siren call of the Force resonance, the scout eventually discovered a lonely, hith­erto uncharted system in the far reaches of the Unknown Regions, centered around a bright, blue-white star. The Force was strong throughout the system, but there was something powerful, something special, on the fifth planet, and that's where the Jedi scout focused her attentions.

The first scout's initial reports, as well as those from sub sequent survey teams, reported a barren, windswept world of tall, jagged mountains and shallow, frozen seas locked away beneath dozens of meters of ice. No settlements or ancient ruins were discovered, and all evidence pointed to the world being devoid of sentient life. What the teams did find was a world that, despite its inhospitable environment, managed to support some plant and animal life. Packs of large felinoids stalked the planet's steppelands; huge, slow moving aquatic mammals thrived in the icy seas; powerful and aggressive humanoid reptiles haunted the many mountain chains; and plants and fungi clung to life in shel­tered spots away from the constant wind. These animals and plants didn't explain the planet's strong Force shadow, however. Its presence in the Force was enormous, a fact that the surveyors could not explain until one team was chased into a mountain cavern by dangerous creatures and discovered Ilum's real wealth.

Beneath Ilum's ice sheets and permafrost, the planet's crust is honeycombed by countless kilometers of interlock­ing cave systems. Within these caves, the escaping survey team discovered a motherlode of pontite, mephite, and other kyber crystals—the heart of a Jedi's lightsaber. The discovery of Ilum's mineral wealth quickly changed the char acter of Ilum's exploration from one of curiosity to one of grave importance to the Jedi Council. Upon receipt of the news that Ilum possessed an incredible wealth of kyber crys­tals, the Council immediately dispatched teams of scholars, artisans, and warriors to secure the world and to further study its natural wealth and importance to the Force. To pro tect the crystals, the Council made a decision to keep Ilum's existence a secret from the galaxy at large, and a number of steps were taken to ensure that it stayed that way. Hyperspace surveyors mapped out an uninterrupted, dedicated hyperspace lane from Metellos, a world in the Core region, straight to Ilum's orbit. The navigation of this route was so complex that a ship’s pilot needed to be at least sensitive to the Force, if not a fully trained Jedi Master, to even attempt it. In addition, all references to Ilum in official reports were quashed, and the world was even kept from local, sector­ wide, and galaxy star charts.

DARK LEGENDS: For thousands of years, the Jedi Order kept Ilum and its bounty secret and safe from harm. Generations of Jedi, from the greenest Padawans to the most ancient masters, traveled from all across the galaxy to search for crystals, study the planet and its connection to the Force, and enjoy the mental quiet of the uninhabited world. There is a nearly forgotten legend that speaks of a dark and violent time in the planet’s past, however. Ancient sources suggest that the Sith may have laid siege to the world, eventually taking possession of it for a time.

ENTWINED WITH THE JEDI: With Ilum secure, the exploration of the world and its con­nection to the Force was begun in earnest. Numerous settle ments were founded over the subsequent decades, typically near the sites of important scientific or Force-related dis­coveries. At places with a particularly powerful connection to the Force, the Jedi erected temples that served as train­ing centers or pilgrimage sites where members of the order could go to meditate and heal. In addition, thanks to the abundance of kyber crystals on the planet, the Jedi Council established a massive, baroque temple over the entrance to the largest and richest cavern complex the survey teams had discovered. Once it was completed, the council began sending Padawans to Ilum to harvest the crystal for their lightsaber and to undergo the important training rituals associated with lightsaber construction.

Countless Jedi over the millennia traveled there to build their first lightsaber or to find crystals to build new ones. Eventually, as other sources of kyber crystals were exhaust ed or became otherwise unavailable, Ilum became the Jedi’s sole source of these precious crystals. While the planet remained a place of great importance, the Jedi Council recalled those members who were living on Ilum and shuttered all their settlements and temples save for the main temple used for lightsaber construction. With the world’s inhabit­ants gone, its glaciers and ice sheets quickly consumed the Jedi settlements and research sites, burying them beneath dozens or hundreds of meters of ice. By the beginning of the Clone Wars, there were no permanent residents on Ilum, nor any real evidence that there ever had been, and the main temple stood empty, save for the occasional Jedi pilgrim there to find a new kyber crystal.

CRYSTAL CAVES: Home to perhaps the largest deposit of kyber crystals any­ where in the galaxy, Ilum’s crystal caves were said to be the Jedi’s most sacred place by none other than Jedi Master Yoda himself. Winding for countless kilometers through and beneath Ilum’s largest mountain range, the crystal caves were first explored in the ancient past. Within the labyrinth of corridors, shafts, tunnels, and chambers is a staggering wealth of the kyber crystals—mainly mephite and pontite— that make up the searing heart of every Jedi’s lightsaber. Within a few short years of the crystal caves’ discovery, the Jedi Order erected a temple over the entrance to protect the caverns from trespass and to provide shelter and train­ing facilities for visiting Jedi. The caves eventually became a pilgrimage destination for Jedi seeking crystals for new lightsabers and were incorporated into a Padawan coming-of-age ceremony called “the Gathering.”

The stone from which the crystal caves are carved is a smooth, black, basalt-like volcanic rock that absorbs light and is surprisingly easy to work with. The crystals themselves grow unimpeded from the walls and ceilings of the caverns and can occasionally be found littering the floors of corridors and chambers. In many places, the crystals can be removed from the surrounding stone by hand, and even the most stubborn, inaccessible crystal veins require only basic hand tools to excavate. It was this ease of excavation as much as the sheer quantity of crystal deposits that made the crystal caves so valuable to the Jedi.

Despite the millennia in which the Jedi lived and worked on Ilum and the planet’s importance to the order, surprisingly little of the crystal caves’ total area has been explored. Most of the known caverns lie within the boundaries of the temple’s training area, and those few charted areas outside of the temple’s footprint are a warren of dead-end caves, tunnels that turn in on themselves and either come to abrupt ends or plunge thousands of meters into dark cracks, and a confusion of chambers, side caves, and strange rock forma­tions. The sheer size of the cave complex is staggering, with some ancient survey records suggesting thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers of tunnels and caves stretching deep into the bowels of the planet. In addition, the Force tends to have a distressingly disorienting effect on visitors to the caverns. So powerful is the presence of the Force in the crystal caves that it causes vivid hallucinations in even the most guarded mind. This has led many an explorer astray; countless Jedi have wandered into the uncharted portions of the crystal caves in pursuit of some phantom, never to be heard from again.

JEDI RUINS: The Jedi worked and lived on Ilum for almost as long as they existed as an order. While they never established cit­ies there—it was too remote, too hard to reach, and too sacred to the Jedi for that—they did build scattered small settlements, research stations, temples, observation posts, and other structures on and beneath the planet’s surface. These abandoned sites lie scattered all across Ilum in various states of ruin.

Some are still intact, seemingly awaiting the return of their inhabitants; others are little more than rubble. Most, however, have been buried deep beneath the shifting gla­ciers and massive, slow-moving ice sheets that cover most of Ilum’s surface. Nevertheless, a number of interesting sites can still be found here and there in sheltered mountain passes, at the bottoms of valleys, or within Ilum’s labyrinthine cave systems. One such ruin is the settlement at Holenesh Canyon.

HOLENESH CANYON: Located some five hundred kilometers from the main Jedi Temple at the mouth of the crystal caves, Holenesh Canyon is a deep, sheer-sided cleft in the planet’s surface over a ki­lometer deep that runs for roughly ten kilometers through one of Ilum's vast mountain ranges. The settlement, once home to around one hundred sentients, was built near the canyon’s end in the shadow of the mountain range’s highest peaks. It was established millennia ago to study a strange fluctuation in the Force that seemed to occur only once every few hundred years. Named for the Jedi who first record­ed the anomaly, this small, isolated outpost stood for cen­turies before being destroyed in an avalanche triggered by a massive groundquake coinciding with the reappearance of the Force anomaly. Many of the settlement’s inhabitants were killed as they slept, but some managed to escape with little more than the clothes on their backs or what they could grab in their flight. Further seismic disturbances, combined with freak storms, prevented the mounting of a proper rescue mission, and by the time the Jedi were able to return to the canyon, the settlement was completely covered in snow and countless tons of fallen stone.

In the millennia since the destruction of the settlement, parts of it have been exposed through erosion and seismic activity. While the buildings are barely recognizable as such, their contents were surprisingly well preserved. Thanks to the remoteness of the ruined settlement and the difficulty of reaching it, precious little has been removed from the site. Anyone possessing the skills and courage to excavate the site might unearth any number of ancient Jedi relics.

CREATURES AND CHALLENGES: Ilum's climate is exceptionally harsh. Its land and most of its surface water are locked away beneath glaciers and permanent sheets of ice. Temperatures, even in what are usually considered temperate or tropical zones on other worlds, can sink to dozens of degrees below freezing. These temperatures are typically accompanied by howling gales and blizzards full of driving snow and ice shards. Few creatures, and even fewer plants, live on Ilum. To survive in these brutal conditions, Ilum's creatures and plants are both extremely hardy and extremely dangerous.

ASHARL PANTHER [RIVAL]: Asharl panthers are one of the more common predators on Ilum. They are large, aggressive, territorial felines that make their homes in Ilum's high northern and southern latitudes. Adult asharl panthers average between two and three meters long and stand roughly one meter high at the shoulder. Their four powerful legs end in two-toed feet equipped with nonretractable claws. The creatures’ bodies are covered in dense, smooth fur in shades of white, gray, and blue that holds their body heat in to protect them from the cold and driving wind. They have broad, earless heads with pronounced brow ridges, and their faces are remark­ ably expressive, with short, blunt snouts and golden eyes. The most noticeable feature is a pair of long, tentacle-like sensory organs that grow from their shoulders. Asharl panthers live in small family groups and typically hunt in pairs or in groups of four.

BLISMAL [MINION]: Blismal are small, furry, inoffensive rodents who live in the tunnels and caverns deep beneath Ilum's surface. About the size of a grown human’s hand, blismal have four legs; sharp featured faces with small black eyes, round ears, and long snouts; and short, hairless tails. Their bodies are covered in thick, luxurious, silvery fur that keeps them warm and sheds water and dirt. They feed mostly on cave fungus and insects, and they are happy to be left alone in the dark to live out their lives.

Like the harmless snowfeathers, which live on the surface, blismal have few natural predators. This is largely due to their speed and cautious natures, although they do have a frighteningly effective defense mechanism. When frightened, blismal make a shrill, painful, and sustained shrieking noise to ward off attackers and call for assistance from other blis­mal. When three or more blismal join in, they create a howl loud enough to shatter crystals and cause cave-ins, an ability that Jedi experienced firsthand long ago. The Jedi attributed this ability to the blismal’s close connection to the Force, and were able to counter the effects of the shrieking by manipulating the Force around the creatures. In doing so, Jedi exploring Ilum's cavern system were able to capture blismal, which turned out to be relatively easy to domesticate.

GORGODON [RIVAL]: Gorgodons are, perhaps, the most famous creatures to live on frozen Ilum. They are massive, non-sentient, thick-skinned reptilian creatures with long, powerful arms, short legs, and an axe-shaped head. A thick, shaggy coat of dark gray fur covers them from their shoulders to their feet, leaving only their head, which is a sickly orange color, bare to the elements. Gorgodons are incredibly strong and can with­ stand almost any punishment. It is said that they can even shrug off blaster bolts. They are a dangerous combination of dumb, aggressive, and brutal, and are one of the few animals that attack for no good reason. When the Jedi first arrived on Ilum, the gorgodons were the creatures that gave them the most trouble. Throughout the Jedi Order, the name of this creature was used in threats and curses, such as “thick as a gorgodon” or “as angry as a gorgodon’s mother.”

RAZHAK [NEMESIS]: Among the most fearsome predators on Ilum, these massive creatures are as agile as they are deadly. Averaging around eight meters in length, razhak-are armored, segmented, wormlike creatures that propel themselves using rippling muscle ridges. Their bodies are broad and flat, covered with thick, chitinous plates in shades of white and blue. While they have no apparent eyes, their heads are topped with long, segmented antennae that serve as sensory organs. Their huge mouths feature multiple rows of serrated teeth.

Aggressive and solitary, razhak live in the endless tunnel systems beneath Ilum's surface. They are deceptively fast and, when they attack, they rear up like a serpent and at­ tempt to swallow prey whole. Anything they can’t eat in one bite they tear into pieces by grasping it in their mouth and shaking it violently. In addition to possessing great speed and a savage de­meanor, razhak also can generate intense heat strong enough to rapidly melt solid ice and cause serious burns to exposed flesh. This ability allows them to tunnel through ice as though it were soft sand. Razhak usually build their nests inside of ice walls or densely packed snow, typically leaving the nest only to eat or mate.

Thankfully, while they are terrifying to behold and extremely dangerous, razhak are also easily distracted and creatures of minimal intelligence. Keeping this in mind, a clever opponent can easily outflank them, lead them into traps, or make them lose interest in attacking altogether.

SNOWFEATHER [MINION]: Snowfeathers are small, clever, flightless birds native to Ilum. Their bodies are covered in a dense layer of oily, white feathers that protects them from Ilum's bone-chilling cold and vicious weather. Relatively harmless creatures, they live in nesting colonies built into ice shelves or cliff faces.

Despite their inoffensive nature and inability to fly, snowfeathers have few natural predators, for two reasons. First, their meat tastes terrible and is mildly poisonous, causing painful cramps, bloating, and loosening of the bowels in those unfortunate enough to eat them. Second, they have a connection to the Force that gives them the ability to project an illusion that makes them seem larger and more formidable than they really are. These characteristics have allowed them to survive and even thrive on an inhospitable planet full of savage creatures like gorgodons and asharl panthers.

[sandara-and-coco]

₊˚⊹⋆ Hello! As promised it’s time for the girls ! ₊˚⊹⋆

Sandara pulled off her jewelry making skills again to prepare these magical sandy rings for every sandrocker who wishes to propose to their soulmate ! So without further and just like the boys here’s a little story behind each design ;)

Nia - In a heartfelt request asked for a ring crafted in the essence of her dearest bloom, a symbol of love shared with her cherished one. Adorned with pink diamonds and fashioned from rose gold, it mirrors the sentiment embodied in the exquisite "Heart Blossom."

Grace - With a desire profound to gift her beloved a symbol of her unwavering support and sought to give them a keepsake to bear her essence wherever destiny may lead. Entrusting Sandara with the task, she envisioned a ring of pure white gold, cradling a gem akin to the one gracing her ears, a tangible testament to the boundless love she holds for her soulmate.

Catori - This ring was made with the very gold from the Golden Goose tokens at Catori's request so she could share a part of her passion with her promised one !

Venti - Came by with this special raw mineral she extracted herself asking Sandara to make the most unbreakable ring ever !

Amirah - Wanted a special ring to crystallize her emotions into a tangible treasure. She tenderly sought a ring that echoed the ethereal beauty of the Mountain Rose for her beloved.

Heidi - The architect of her own ring's design crafted a plan infused with finesse and elegant details, each element meticulously chosen to hold the strong bond she share with her soulmate.

Elsie - Envisioned for her loved one a ring that seamlessly blended elegance and practicality, a pretty jewel in shiny silver ornate with a deep blue gem that would also speak volumes about her journey with her beloved.

Jane - Wished for a jewel that could eloquently express her deep attachment to her most cherished one. The delicate butterflies adorning the piece carry a special message, symbol of their love and heralding a new beginning filled with boundless happiness and joyful moments yet to unfold !

Mi-An - Driven by a wish for her lover's prosperity and a testament to her diligent efforts in revitalizing Sandrock, commissioned a ring with a distinctive touch. In response, Sandara crafted a four-leaf clover adorned with enchanting green gems, a radiant embodiment of Mi-An's sincere emotions and her dedication to transforming their shared world into a flourishing oasis.

Hope the girls could win your hearts with these custom rings!

Again I had a great time making these for the fandom with the help of my fellow tumblr builders out here so big thanks to them too ♡

[oceanlipgloss]

WATERCOLOUR

ANDREALPHUS.

+ warnings: angst, mentions of blood and death.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Was this what it’s like to wash away one’s sins?

The water was warm on his skin. The sky may have been weeping blood above him, but that was just the shower. The enamel tub was dyed crimson, as though painted with watercolour. Molten garnets trickled down his pale flesh.

Soap makes foam that’s white in colour. Water is clearer than crystal. Red are the tears of his sick victims.

He couldn’t see, but she could; she watched the pure water turn a morbid hue. Ugly, turbid. She watched cherry-red get bleached into the shade of unhealthy peaches.

Water of nauseating colour.

Like watercolour it trickled down his closed lids. Tears of pale blood.

A vicious sight.

So much gore.

Starving burgundy snakes slithered with ominous slowness into the water. Were they his own hissing sins, or those of his violent destiny?

When he was a child, the world had bared its sharp teeth at him. He had so many enemies.

There are children who enjoy dipping their soiled brushes into clean water just so they can admire the way colour swirls and makes the liquid unrecognisable, changing its very identity and composition.

Despair is like that too at times, isn’t it...? Pain destroys some souls and mangles others beyond repair and recognition. The victims begin to wonder who they are, and whose mistake everything was.

Who was it that fucked up? Was it the people, fate, God? They themselves, perhaps? Each and all of those factors together?

So many questions, but no definite answer. Life’s complexity is a displeasure. Why do things have to be this way, stay mysterious forever?

Endless millennia to think about, thousands of subjects to ponder. There are those who have the time to contemplate, and those who disappear early. Maybe much too soon.

Her touch melted his skull. Soft. It was soft. With her breakable hands she tried to erase the evidence of his hatred. With her breakable hands she tried to clear the proof of his anguish.

Behind his lonely back, she radiated warmth.

The cold bathroom floor was wet with murky water under her feet.

Creamy was the scent of soap and rancid was the smell of blood as they twirled into one in the air, lacing the steam.

Everything could have made one feel queasy. Even him. He was marred, bloody.

Yet, with a swollen heart aching from heartbreak for his misery and lust for his body, she merely thought about how he was so sad and so very pretty.

He felt better, but she was only washing his hair. It’s not that important. It’s not permanent. Tomorrow he would once again think about something dark, something else.

Death can be nice sometimes.

After all, he was alone. He had no one. So had he not promised revenge, if it were not for bloodlust and justice, he would have liked to disappear, too.

+note: finally got around to finishing this WIP that's way past its expiration date. It's so old it was beginning to rot. Depressive episodes and stress normally paralyse my 'writing-brain,' but this was another one of those rare times in which that was not quite the case. I was still somewhat reluctant at certain parts, though that's pretty normal anyways—and surprisingly enough, I managed to continue writing with a sort of ease. Thank you to the torment for taking this damn WIP out of my way, I suppose.

On a side note, long before the game's ordeal I was clueless about how to continue all the 'What in "Hell" is Bad?' WIPs I had, so I scrapped 98% of them. As of now, I have one WIP for each of Leviathan and Andrealphus, but I'm stuck and still debating whether to finish them or scratch them out as well. Besides, the displays of greed and the in-game mess lowered my desire to write 'What in "Hell" is Bad?' fics to near 0. However, albeit the fact that I no longer feel compelled to do so, I guess I'll likely write if ideas visit me. Normally, it would be hard to resist writing an idea I like, of course.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[justyanle]

Come Inside Of My Heart

Neteyam x F!Reader

Everyone was bound to have soulmates right? And this just seemed like Eywa outdid herself to make this fate happen.

CW: Nothing really, fluff, some cursing, soulmate AU, enemies to lovers if you squint, a bit of violence, Metkayina!Reader, Neteyam x F!Reader

A heart for a heart. A heart that connects to another's. It was a breathtaking form of love and spirituality amongst the living.

Soulmates, that's what they were.

The form of beauty that makes you share what your soulmate is feeling emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually.

Whether an object, plant, animal, human, na'vi, they were all destined to have another half.

Though, he felt like his destiny was rather a crucial pain to his life.

For example, when he would accidentally stub his toe, it's like his soulmate would kick her toe harder, when the fine tea he brewed that would be unexpectedly be on the hotter side burn his tongue, his soulmate would chomp down on her tongue harder.

He felt like he was getting punished for an accident he did, so he did the same.

These two were bickering day and night, how could they not get tired of this? All they wanted to do was to finally see one another to put up a proper argument after all the physical pain these two practically put on each other.

But Neteyam didn't know that these feelings would change when his family was seeking for safety amongst the clan of the Metkayina.

When he held his eye on a girl.

This wasn't your first time feeling his warm heart thump, though, it was the first time his warm heart was thumping for someone.

He was your soulmate, you knew that but-

Was there someone else?

It couldn't leave the back of your mind, there's no way Eywa could mess up her plans.

Currently, you could only ponder about the pounding heart that wasn't yours while watching the Omatikayan family in standing amongst the white sands of your clan.

"Jake Sully and his family will stay with us. We must treat them as our brothers and sisters as we treat the others. They will be like babies, taking their first breath." your father finished, the previous wrathful tension of the woman, called Neytiri, and your mother now fading.

"My daughters, Tsireya and [Y/N], and my son Aonung, will teach you our ways." he announced, now gesturing to you and your siblings with pride.

Unbeknownst to Aonung and your father bickering, your whole world practically seemed to stop. It's almost like a swarm of butterflies were now fluttering in your stomach and warmth circled in your cheeks.

The taller son of Jake Sully had met your crystal azul eyes, his golden irises shining like stars brightly illuminating beneath your silhouette.

This.

This must be the familiar, blooming feeling the boy had just felt. The booming of hearts wasn't distinguishable anymore, it only got louder and louder, you did not know if it was your own or your soulmate's drum of heart.

"Hey." the boy smiled in your direction. Now he knew he was going crazy when such a breathtaking view smiled back pearls at him.

"Hello! Welcome to the clan, uh?"

"Neteyam."

"Neteyam. Welcome to the clan, Neteyam. I'm [Y/N]. " you gave a toothy beam at the forest boy. He could not describe the fluttery and warm feeling that clouded his mind, the pounding grew larger, he knew and swore it couldn't be just coming from him.

The walk to the maruis accompanied by Tsireya to the available marui pod for the big family was nice, a sense of comfort within your sister and a newfound welcome for the newcomers. This beat in your chest was not stopping, and your soulmate certainly felt the same as you could feel his.

'Someone out there really must be making him happy.'

Now nearing the pod, you ushered the new family to settle in and now giving their belongings that you brought to help.

"This is nice, right guys? We can settle here." Jake Sully reassured his big family, looking around at the new environment, their new home.

The father received a round of unamused responses from his children.

"Well, please call for me and Tsireya when needed, we will try our best to welcome you as much as we can. We can start our lessons tomorrow, sleep well, everyone." you grinned at the new family, specifically at the eldest son locking his gaze at you.

"Thank you, I wis- We wish you a good night's sleep as well." Neteyam blushed in embarrassment, talking for the behalf of his family.

You in fact, did not get a good night's sleep when the eclipse on Pandora fell.

Not even a blink of a sleep came down to your consciousness, the funny feeling of a so-called "crush" is engraved into your mind that left a purple flare on your turquoise cheeks.

He certainly cannot be your soulmate?

Right?

There were soulmates before that would think they are bound to another, a simple crush, maybe? But you knew better than to assume a boy you just met was your soulmate.

Though, it seemed like that night, it wasn't you who was left sleepless that eclipse.

Neteyam has been kicking and squirming on the mattress he laid on, dead silence in the marui while he was practically the only soul moving as of the moment there.

His mind was turning hazy due to this feverish warmth that engulfed him whole. This girl was kind, welcoming, and definitely beautiful. It was enough to bring him the comfort of home and a fuzzy feeling spreading throughout his body like wildfire.

He was more than certain right now that his soulmate could feel his heart running and beating sixty miles per hour.

That morning when the people of Awa'atlu awoken, surely you were one of the pupils who had work done, especially as the daughter of the olo'eyktan and tsahik.

The Sully family themselves have awoken and prepared for the rest of the day in their new home. They had all done their respective routine for their morning and finally prepared for the upcoming lessons taught by you, Tsireya, and Aonung that you wished who would not empower his inner voice that tells him to ditch.

When it finally struck the time for the Sully children to take their time adapting in the new blues of Awa'atlu.

Though, it seemed that the skills of reef people are way beyond theirs, their bodies are not adapted for an aquatic environment.

With Aonung's relentless mocking and teasing of the newcomers, Tsireya could only sign a 'Stop. They're learning.' at your close minded sibling.

All now risen to the surface, the eldest spoke up, "C'mon guys, we don't speak this -" he brought his fingers to seemingly imitate the sign language used in Metkayinan culture "finger talk." he finished.

"We will teach you, but first I think we need to improve your breathing, it would be a lot easier to apply it to our way of talking when we're underwater." Tsireya guided, getting a look of understanding from the Omatikayans.

Now at a spot of the reef, where you, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Tsireya, Rotxo. Meanwhile Tuk was with her dear mother now being in a place to rest for she is a growing child. As for Aonung, he fortunately had numerous "chores" to do as the next Olo'eyktan.

Tsireya has now been leading the new family with their progressive breathing, although it seemed that the eldest was the only one who wasn't.

You subconsciously started placing a helping hand onto his lower stomach. "Neteyam, your heartbeat is fast. Try to slow down your breathing."

"Sorry."

He wasn't.

Hell, he barely even knew the words that came out of his plump lips right now, the only thing he knew about was you. His thoughts were infiltrated and embedded by the image of your breathtaking image and it certainly wasn't helping that your frail hands were enough to send his heart in a frenzy of beats.

Stifles were only let out by the rest of the group, unnoticed by you and the Sully boy who could only hear the drum of his heart and certainly, his soulmate's.

Was this really just a coincidence?

Weeks have passed since their approach to the unfamiliar Metkayina clan for uturu. Jake Sully needed protection for their family, a new home. They were new to the reef, but it was like his eldest son was finding his home within the clan already.

Someone who makes his home.

Neteyam could only feel a certain mutual connection whenever he was near a certain girl, the emotional connection with his soulmate that he didn't even know who, the spiritual feeling of nirvana that would always be reciprocated by his soulmate.

With open arms and a warming heart, the Sully family was being accepted except for one Metkayinan boy. Eclipses have passed and Aonung never even seemed to consider a glance of empathy for the forest Na'vis, in fact it led to a sour relationship that worsened moon after moon.

"Yeah, my soulmate is irritating. It's almost like they're just doing things on purpose to make me get hurt as well." you ranted to Tsireya, walking along the white sands of your clan and the reef that collided with the sand beneath the waters.

Though this state of focus you have on you and your sister's conversation quickly ended when there was an abrupt yell of: "Back off, Fish lips!"

Lo'ak's voice reflected around the bay, where the seas and white grains could only be seen in the eye. Tsireya was concerned, what was this ruckus?

She rushed to the scene, "What's going on?!" she questioned only to be met by a group of boys and two Omatikayan teenagers.

There stood an accelerating fight, Lo'ak pushing off the many hands shoving him and his dear older sister begging to stop.

"Baby tail! Look, it's so cu-" Aonung's continuous teasing has now stopped to a hault when another Sully child has appeared at the chaos, now trying to put an end to this childish mockery.

"Leave them alone. Now." the eldest child amongst the teased siblings now had a finger shoving Aonung's chest.

The signature smug look on the boy's face was still plastered, a smirk that succeeded to piss someone off every time. Despite being threatened or rather - warned, by the Sully kid, his cocky essence was still noticeable yet he still obeyed.

"Smart choice. And from now on.. I need you to respect my sister." he turned to Aonung, a tone laced with order and protection.

Rushing onto Aonung's side with Tsireya, ready to give a scolding to your hardheaded and asshole brother who could only act tough and laugh with his friends, continuing their torment about the Sully kids.

The peace soon came at a hault when Lo'ak turned back at the Metkayinans, "Lo'ak." a scolding voice from Neteyam erupted.

"Don't worry, bro, I got this."

"Look, I know this hand is funny, I'm a freak, alien." Lo'ak started, "But it can do something really cool. Watch." he brought his particularly thinner palm to a level that was clear to see by everyone.

"First, I just ball it up to a really tight first like this and-"

Knuckles came rapidly into Aonung's face, forceful punches from the Sully sending him toppling down at the white sands.

"Don't you ever touch my sister again, bitch!" he yelled, though was quickly tackled by Aonung now that he rose again.

There stood a mess of the teenagers who were all ganging up on Lo'ak, it was a mess, you didn't know how to stop this and so did Tsireya, only watching in amusement and concern beside Kiri.

It wasn't long after until the eldest Omatikayan son joined in the ruckus of fighting, toppling on one another like animals and gaining bruises from one another's foolishness.

Though the times where Neteyam would get hit, it shot a string of pain onto your body, definitely bruising and would have a purple shade on which part of your body - Neteyam, was taking a toll.

"A-Are you okay?" Tsireya asked as you clutched down on your abdomen and a bruising, aching face.

She held your hurting body to hers, about to run to your mother - the tsahik of Metkayina until,

"OW!"

Neteyam's nose was now forming a deep color of purple and quite a few drips of red. Though it appears not only did Neteyam get hurt, a girl who already had appearing bruises on her abdomen as well did. With a bunch of bruises on her body and now a swollen nose, Tsireya knew to currently rush her onto the Tsahik as the Sully children's father appeared in the scene, dragging away his three kids.

Arriving at the marui of your mother, "Oh my Eywa!" she exclaimed, quickly pulling you down in front of her and searched a basket of her herbs and medicines.

"Who did this to you?"

"No one, Mother. A fight broke out but I wasn't even included, it's almost like I was-" you explained, feeling the concern and worry of your mother at your hurt state until-

"Tsahik Ronal, may I intrude for a moment?" Jake Sully, the father of the Sully children and former Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya asked.

The voice and entrance of the man had piqued your mother's interest, now glancing at the eldest son of Jake behind him, bruised and beaten with a few trickles of blood down his dewy skin.

Concern rose in your mother's chest, "Sit." she demanded.

"What happened, Jake Sully?" she took a patch from her basket of medical supplies that consisted natural herbs, ointments, etcetera.

"Y'know, reckless kids these days. My boy got in a fight."

She hummed, now disinfecting the fresh cuts that laid on his body. With a few dried seaweed to serve as bandaids were enough.

Now moving back to you, she continued to clean the wounds with water, not until she had a realization. How could this be?

"Sully, stand up."

The bruised boy obliged, standing up and dusting himself off.

"[Y/N], will you stand next to Neteyam for me?" the Tsahik or your mother requested, taking in the view and comparison at two of you.

"Have you two heard of the soulmate occurrence?" she now interrogated, curiousity filling her mind that was once clouded with concern.

"Mama, who hasn't? Almost everyone on Pandora did, I'm pretty sure ilus have soulmates as well." a sarcastic tone dripping from your tongue.

"Well it seems like this is the situation we have right now. Check your bruises and cuts, they all align."

You and Neteyam are now taken aback, two pairs of eyes scanning one another.

You already knew he looked at you like this even when you're not hurt.

She was right, they correspond. The heat now spreaded like wildfire in your cheeks.. too hot to only be yours, a drum in your heart too loud and fast to only be yours, this bubbly feeling and the butterflies in your stomach now too strong to only be yours.

"I suppose I should leave for now." your mother flees the marui, ushering out the former Omatikayan Olo'eyktan spitting out various 'what's?'.

Once silence fell, a short minute of thinking was lingering in the air, quiet.

"You know.. I do like you."

Your heart thumps.

Neteyam was never this bold. Was he only doing this because you two were meant for one another?

Silence once again, you couldn't even think straight, the overwhelming butterflies in your stomach was too much to handle, cheeks turning purple at the boy's boldness.

The string of tension was strong, only being stopped by avoiding to meet one another's glistening eyes.

"Ah!"

He yelped, the sudden stinging feeling on his thigh catching his attention. He turned to look at you, the view of your nails embedded into your thigh, leaving a crescent mark.

He smiles. The angel-like giggle that erupted from your lips made him smile. You make him smile like no one else does.

"I've always liked you too, dear soulmate."

His eyes seemed to light up, fireworks releasing in his heart and a soft laugh of disbelief that you like him. The girl that never failed to make his breath rigid and take it away likes him back.

He circled an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest and pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"No way this is real." he giggles, pressing further pecks of love around your face.

A/N: guess who's back after i abandoned everyone bro...... also can you guys tell i got real fucking lazy at the end because in in class

[bluepopofanarts]

Yeah told ya that headcanon of God/KH!Riku ate my brain.

I've always believed in the theory of the KH being a deity and having an avatar. We all know that Riku is very special and not really what he really seems to be.

I like comparing him with Atlantide (hello white hair). The fact that the crystal used someone to stay strong or turning into human. And the necklace that provided strenght, protection... Riku necklace is the link to a protecting promise. And maybe he just "changed" his aspect to hide the fact that it was a piece of KH (like the tiny crystals). The day they would connect the necklace as a keychain for the Keyblade...

About Hercules movie, Hercules "sacrificed" his mortality in order to save Megara's soul. In KH3 Riku sacrificed his life to save Sora's. Maybe he will reborn as a god too.

Plus if the Child of Destiny is Riku and the "other-to-fuse-with-to-create-something-new" is Sora...

So I did an armor version of KH!Riku with a monster as a guardian like Ansem, as a canon divergence where he tries to save Sora from Yozora.

(and yes Soriku because Soriku. I hated them when I was younger. I saw the light, now I love them)

[rei-ismyname]

Magneto Cyclops Exodus Was Right

That's right, the craziest of the crazy. French Crusader from the 12th century turned Omega Mutant hero of Krakoa. The Black Knight's boyfriend and the guy who rebuilt Xavier's brain. The guy who looked at Catholicism and said 'nah, you're all wrong. Here's the real religion and I'm Pope.' Bennett Du Paris - Exodus.

This celibate sex God. He was right... about at least one thing, though it was a very important thing. Join me for a journey into the work of a prophet - a tale of a baby, a pink guy, and a big bird.

Eating a potato raw in his midriff with Kafka. It's true, he is definitely intense.

Exodus benefited immensely from the First Krakoan Age, getting a seat on the Quiet Council and all sins forgiven. Since being awakened by Magneto after centuries asleep, Exodus followed his beliefs that boil down to Mutant Supremacy + Catholicism put in a blender and mixed with whatever extremism the writer needed at the time. He was rudderless Pre-Krakoa, both in universe and out. He didn't make a lot of sense and was used as a pseudo religious fundamentalist powerhouse/troublemaker. His character and belief system on mutants' personal Eden with battles to build solidarity and support from a community for the first time in 900 years fit perfectly.

He started to grow, chill out a little bit, had his beliefs challenged and shared. He became Apostle to the Messiah, teacher to children, puncher of dragons. He was EXTRA (that's getting its own post) and, for the purposes of this post, he started to adapt scripture. Pope stuff. We don't get to read the New New Testament according to Exodus, but several things about his theology were made crystal clear.

1. God was still God, but mutants were the chosen few.

2. The Nazarene Mutant (Jesus) was a Messiah, but not the Messiah. Hope Summers is.

3. The Holy Spirit is The Phoenix. They are one and the same.

Got all that? In X-Men Forever, the Kurt/Raven/Destiny family subplot is playing out and comes to light during a 'council meeting.'

Hope is happy for Kurt learning about his parentage and she mentions in passing that she doesn't know who her bio dad was. Exodus, true to form, declared that the Holy Spirit (The Phoenix) 'quickened the womb of...' AKA immaculate conception. Hope has little patience for this, also true to form (plus by this point she knows she is going to die soon.) They're all in the White Hot Room, you see, mutant heaven kinda and Mother Righteous killed Jean/The Phoenix. They need to bring it back to beat this nasty AI God, Enigma. It's got a lot of steps so I'll simplify it.

1. Feed Hope to The Phoenix while shooting it.

2. Jean/Phoenix/Jeanix go kill the mean AI God.

The rest of the X-Men/Mutants bounce back to Earth to kill fascists and the girls get to work. The Gun is Legion and the 'she' being referred to is The Phoenix, who's scared. They need it to stay still for the ritual to work.

The AI God learns of these plans and, making use of his access to all of time and space, visits Hope's mother before she's pregnant in his sleazy ass human form. If he's her Dad then he'd be able to influence her and stop all this Phoenix business, or better, absorb it into his greedy, nasty self. He tells her (truthfully) that she'll die soon after giving birth by fire and it will not be pleasant. In the present, Jean notices Hope starting to change (picture Back to the Future when Marty is disappearing but also not) and realises what's going on.

Jean comes in with the truth and Enigma shoots himself in the foot because he's forgotten how to be anything but a selfish dick. Louise (Hope's bio mother) says BAD VIBES and he *tortures her.* She still says fuck off cos she's cool AF.

Louise doesn't even blink and signs up to do the right thing, though she doesn't want to fuck Jeanix. As soon as she consents, Jeanix touches her forehead and it's done! Back to normal reality for her. Boom, Hope is no longer all weird and completes the ritual...

... sadly dying. Pour one out, but know that she did this willingly. Died for our sins would be pushing it, she's better than Jesus - Hope died for our lives and happiness, and to kill a shitty God.

So with all that mumbo jumbo and time travel stuff, two new pieces of information are confirmed.

1. Hope is the goddamn Messiah. ❤️❤️

2. Her previously unknown father turned out to be The Phoenix AKA the motherfucking Holy Spirit.

Let's check back with Exodus and his thoughts on the matter...

EXODUS WAS RIGHT Y'ALL.

As established, Louise was neither DTF nor pregnant. Jeanix laid hands and quickened her womb. All dictionaries agree - quickening is entirely fetus-related. The Holy Spirit created a whole ass baby and it was our Messiah, Hope. Move over, Nazarene Mutant. Move over St Peter. Hope and Exodus are here. Joyously, Cable is still her father. He just gets to be her step-sister/half-brother too. Most importantly, Exodus was right. I'm pretty sure he knows, too. (Send an ask if you want proof.) Aren't comics great?

[guardian5tiger3]

Pick a Group Tarot Reading (general, what do you need to know?)

1. 2. 3.

Group 1 -

You guys need to know someone's getting karma. For some of you it's family, some of you some type of thief , maybe both. Something about someone cutting hair as a confirmation. Also corn? Flipping the script. Movies. Bacon. Someone's hand. A foul mouth or maybe someone says that. Something about a movie star or maybe you want to be one or that's what you should shoot for if you do , or that may be someone's destiny ?. I'm channeling someone's dog and the dog is really chubby and short. A lot of you might be falling in love, a few of you someone's falling in love with you, but if anything I see it being mutual. Some of you had your hearts broken not too long ago. Let that go , for that group, a few of you I still sense some resentment or something. Maybe they deserve it but they'll get karma trust. Even if you don't realize it's that serious. They're gonna get karma big or small. Your resentment is half intuitive , let the universe take that on though, you don't need to . The best revenge is to go be happy and fall for someone mutually who does deserve you, ok. I'm also seeing a lot about the fall . And snow. So those seasons are special somehow. Maybe next late fall is important . Someone's gonna move to a house at that time. I'm picking up on a lot about different new pets that you will consider family if you're the type to you will have a few new family members eventually. A new car. I keep picking up on work but I haven't got anything about that but it seems that that is probably how that's going to manifest. I'll keep in mind to do a career specific reading today or soon ! Keep in mind if this resonates it resonates, this reading got narrowed down a lot by the end of it. And the last part is only a confirmation for some few that it's genuinely reasonable, it will manifest for, and is only a confirmation to them to not worry and they will know who they are. Alright, there's a chance the person that you fall with is responsible for this! But you'll intuitively feel that if it's accurate. ;)

Group 2 -

You guys definitely need to relax, recharge , destress. Maybe you're forcing something somehow. When really you'll go way further with whatever it might be if you just take this time for yourself to do that okay. I know, I've been there, maybe even deal with myself refusing to chill out weekly lol. It's alright, I know it's difficult to surrender to the universe, especially when what you're going for you dont feel like you can relax until you've attained it. But it's seeming like relaxing is exactly how you're gonna get it when you hop back into this in whatever way, quickest and easiest. I know for example when I play video games for some reason if I take a few minutes to chill out and then get back to it I literally recharge and end up beating the level I was struggling on. This is a good time to focus on your own thoughts and mentalities and work with yourself. Trust me I know this might be frustrating for some of you cause.. it takes one to know one. Just try your best to chill ok. Go for some entertainment maybe. Sometimes I forget how nice it is to just lay in bed or take a hot a** shower... So maybe try to brainstorm/ remember something that genuinely mellows you out and you enjoy . Peace peace you guys. & Take care.

Group 3 -

I'm initially channeling a white dog, Also lightning and thunder. Forest animals. An owl. Butterflies. Flowers. Third eye. A crystal on a third eye? Some of you may be sad ... Could be something regarding a parent or parenting. A few of you few uncomfortable in your bodies but this is totally brainwash and you're beautiful and deep down you know that. Someone's kids have no filter and maybe are mean to them omg . You need to respect yourself for who you are. There's a masculine figure in your life yet or not, that loves you a lot and sees all beauty in you. And maybe because of how you feel you doubt them but you should listen to them if they say, they're telling the honest truth about how they feel and think. One of you there's a dude with anger issues that's not who I'm talking about violence is never acceptable he can go work out or something to get that out ok. Anyway I keep picking up that for a lot of you you should eat what you want. Something about cheese. Like if you're dealing with some eating stuff somehow for whatever reason I'm supposed to suggest to you to really taste your food, like ratatouille did if you ever saw that movie, and don't wait until you're starving to eat. Get snacks in too . Drink more liquids, if digestion is an issue ,try different drinks that might help and see what works. Someone has a kid in diapers don't smack your kid you don't need to hit someone for them to know. Or yell .You need to connect with them on a deeper level and communicate with them knowing they're smart and can grasp it, believe it or not, intellectually. Kids can teach you a lot, you have to be open to it, and open to trying different things. And if they don't know something yet, you must teach them. But for you, watch out, spirit sees you, learn more patience and become more conscious about this, one day your kid will grow up and have a mind completely of their own and they will judge you how they see fit. Anyway if you're a parent here, I assume a majority of you are, either way a young kid in your lives are here as teachers , and you should listen to them and take stuff in you might not notice if you're distracted or just looking at them like they're a young minded kiddo. Some of them are ancestors, one of you knows a kid and they are from somewhere off in space, that's how I saw that literally, a different star was their sun. This kid might seem spacey sometimes , they're wise. Very cool stuff. Also something about skateboarding. Maybe I should tell you , something about the concepts of being open minded, trying new things , breaking traditions, having fun and taking risks. Learning new philosophies. Libraries. Someone knows a older kid who plays Minecraft and Roblox. Some other games? That's a good kid and make sure you are a stable figure in their life and are there for them and a good example all the time, they look up to you and it seems like they need something from you. Pay attention!

[auroramoon-draws16]

My friend convinced me to get into Star Wars

Send help

(Warning: SPOILERS and I’m not THAT into it, so correct where you see fit)

Assassin’s Creed x Star Wars

But the Brotherhood is an ancient af group, as old or older than the og Jedi order, they’re so secretive and mysterious that not even the modern order are sure they exist. Kind of like a spooky myth?

The Force be like: “Brotherhood? What Brotherhood? I didn’t help make any Brotherhood!” We love a bad gaslighting bitch 💜

I think they’d be force users who pretty much do as their original universe do: “We work in the Dark to serve the Light.” All the tenants included.

Their sabers are small af and more blade-like, sort of like the darkblade, but crystal clear and emits very little light, they barely make any noise too. (Phantom Sabers? Maybe? That sounds cool, right?) The Assassins got the white hoods and shit too. Omfg they can finally do the Leap of Faith wherever they want! Fuck gravity! We have the fucking force!

As for Eagle Vision, I think you could pass it off as a force ability. Being able to sense feelings and danger is a thing already, so being able to do a large sweep and tag friend/foe would be a step above that. Also treasures. Like the grabby lil dragons our Assassin babies are. They need to be able to fund shenanigans on the fly, and not all of them have time to grab some from their reserves!

As for their role in the main Star Wars story, we got options:

Shoving Desmond into this shit because I can~

Desmond and his Team™️ investigate the Clone Wars shit, because the Brotherhood has always been against oppression and have been systematically wiping out slavery from several parts of the galaxy for a while now, so they would automatically get suspicious. (Clones? Meant for fighting?? For an entire republic??? With no rights of their own???? Idk man, that sounds sus. Oh and the Jedi don’t have a choice because there’s a whole ass war and it would be against their code not to do anything about it? And there’s an order to kill literally all of them at a moment’s notice? Alright, guess we’ll fix this ourselves!)

Des and the crew find the chips and save the Jedi from mass genocide. Maybe killing Palpatine, because fuck that guy.

Would they need to reveal the Brotherhood’s existence to have that happen? Probably not, but it could happen. Boy, wouldn’t that be interesting?

Also, clone shenanigans, because I love them sm

Especially Bad Batch and Domino Squad

And Rex and Cody

My poor babies

But: if the Brotherhood was weakened like in their og universe and they couldn’t investigate (lets say they were compromised by the Sith for a while before the clone wars)

+ Des was born a bit later

Time to aid the rebellion and face destiny!

(If you REALLY want to throw Des into bullshit, like I know you do: Time travel fix it fic with Luke, Leia, Han, and Desmond!)

(You may also include Mandalorian fun, because I also love the Mandos, my other babies <3 Mandalorian culture goes hard and the fics that include them have kidnapped surprise adopted me)

Y’all have fun, I’m tired ^_^💜

[futurepastme]

A collection of known prophecies related to Emrys and the Once and Future King

I actually had fun doing this. Quick reminder that english is not my first language. Enjoy.

“(...) scrying, when our sister Winfred went to take her turn. I can still feel all the energy that filled the room when she took her place in front of the crystal, but what I'll remember most, what I won't ever forget, are the words that came out of her mouth that day. A shattered core wilt covereth the w’rld in shade, stealing us of our light; Blood shalt flote the streets, shalt taint our rivers, and soak up our forests; Screams art to feedeth the night, burning the souls of our kin; Fire shalt beest breathed f’r a lasteth time; Full halls wilt wend exsufflicate; And ev’rything yond once wast, shalt beest nay m’re.

–  From the notes of Alma, a high priestess apprentice.”

♦

“(...) a trance, with his eyes going white and his voice deeper than the earth itself. From the ruins and the ashes of a desperate past, a god of light shall grace the men with his blessing. Dark will be his path in his duty towards the light of day; True shall be his nature in his search for his kin; Hope will grace the world once the immortal one meets his fate.

– Urbgen, son of Morrigan; about Merle the hermit.”

♦

“ (...) and with the help of the god, the lightbringer shall mend what has been torn.

– Incomplete passage, unknown source.”

♦

“Guided by his destiny; the King that was and will be shall rise for the first time. Bringing forth the grace of Albion; Freeing the desperate from their plight; Joining his half in their fight against the darkness; The dawn of the new day shall come forth with the guidance of his own blood; Until his need is most again.

– Iudris, Druid leader of the northeast Bexbour Woods clan.”

♦

“(...) I also had a chance to speak with one of the leaders of the fae folk, a polite young maid named Niamh who was kind enough to share with me a little of the fae culture and traditions. Amongst her tellings were some apparently old prophecies that were never written down. And while I have every intention of respecting their traditions, any unwritten prophecy that is known only by word of mouth seems to me a reckless stance, as the memories of men -those who are human or not- tend to fade, and retellings of any old stories are never the same as the original.      It is with that knowledge that I decided to write down, if only for my personal use, one of said prophecies that Niamh shared with me. Like every word-of-mouth retelling, her speech had the structure of an old fable, instead of the traditional form of prophecies that are known for being an almost rhymed riddle.       She starts her tale with a man, a sorcerer, named the most powerful of his time and of every time that was and would be. Emrys, she called him. This Emrys would become the saviour of the magical folk, along with a different man whom she called The Once and Future King. They were to, together, unify the lands under one kingdom of Albion, and bring peace to all living things, born of magic or not, after a period of despair, ashes and blood.      Emrys and the Once and Future King are said to be two parts of a whole, with some believing that the goddess herself chose a brave and kind soul, amongst all souls that were ever forged in the plenitude of existence, and splitted it in two. In one of those halves, the one that should become Emrys, she put so much of her own magic that it is said that that half of the soul became a god itself, ready to bring the goddesses magic back to the barren world. On the other half, she created a leader, just, strong, courageous and owner of a heart so big as to be compared with the one of a mother for her children. He would guide his people with this heart and defend them with his life. That half of the soul would be The Once and Future King.      The two halves are said to never feel complete without the other, always seeking one another at every moment of their lives. And unless they truly let their souls become one, the golden age of Albion would never come forth, and their true destinies would never be completed in its fullest. (...)

– Excerpt from the lost journal of King Bruta, first King of Camelot”

[scotianostra]

On 26th May 1819, the Honours went on public display in the Crown Room in Edinburgh Castle.

The ‘Honours’, our Crown Jewels, were first used together at the coronation of the nine-month-old Mary, Queen of Scots in 1543, the Crown almost certainly dates from before 1540 when it was remodelled by order of James V. It was last worn at the coronation of Charles II at Scone in 1651, the last time a monarch was crowned in Scotland.

Made of solid silver, the Sceptre is surmounted with three figures supporting a crystal globe, a cut and polished rock crystal, with a Scottish pearl on top. A gift from the Pope, possibly given by Innocent Vlll to James IV in 1494, again it was remodelled by James V who even added his initials to the sceptre, the Stewarts were a vain lot.

The Sword of State was presented to James IV in 1507 by Pope Julius II and has a blade a metre long.

Following the Treaty of Union in 1707, the ancient Honours were not seen for a century. Rumours circulated that the English had removed them to London. However Sir Walter Scott asked for permission to seek them out in in 1818. And as he suspected they were found in a chest hidden away.

They have remained on secure display ever since, except for the duration of World War II.

The Honours have since been joined by other royal regalia and jewels of a personal nature – the Wand (found in the Chest in 1818), the Stewart Jewels (presented by William IV in 1830) and the Lorne Jewels (bequeathed by Princess Louise in 1939) – and by the Stone of Destiny (see separate Statement), which was returned from Westminster Abbey in 1996 after it as stolen by Edward I (Longshanks) Scotland ove700 years before.

Below is a lengthy rundown of the Honours as marked down in history, please note though that the earliest dates are only noted in history some of the original Honours were lost by the English.

574: First reference to a royal sceptre, by Cumméne ‘the White’, seventh abbot of Iona, in connection with the inauguration by St Columba of Aédán mac Gabhráin as king of the Scots of Dál Riata.

1097: King Edgar is depicted on his seal wearing a crown, and holding a sceptre and sword.

1157: David I is depicted in a posthumous charter holding an orb in place of a sceptre.

1182: William I ‘the Lion’ is presented with a golden rose by Pope Lucius II.

1296: Edward I of England strips John I (Balliol) of his crown, sceptre and sword and takes them, together with the Stone of Destiny, to England, where they are subsequently lost or destroyed.

1306: Robert I (Bruce) is enthroned at Scone with a new circlet of gold.

1329: Pope John XXII formally recognises the right of kings of Scots to be formally crowned and anointed, hitherto denied them on account of English opposition.

1331: David II, Robert I’s heir, is formally crowned and anointed at Scone.

1484: Coin evidence (a silver groat) indicates that the crown, hitherto a simple open circlet, has by now become an ‘imperial’ crown (ie, closed with arches).

1486: James III is presented with a golden rose by Pope Innocent IV.

1491: James IV is presented with a golden rose by Pope Innocent VIII.

1494: Tradition has it that the Sceptre was presented to James IV by Pope Alexander VI. However, it is possible that the Sceptre was presented with the golden rose in 1491.

1503: James IV is depicted in the Book of Hours , made to commemorate his marriage, wearing an ‘imperial’ crown. Also, first mention of a crown bonnet.

1507: The Sword of State is presented to James IV by Pope Julius II. A consecrated, or blessed, hat is presented at the same time.

1532: The bonnet is renewed and the crown repaired by Thomas Wood, goldsmith.

1536: The Sceptre is lengthened and embellished for James V by Adam Leys, an Edinburgh goldsmith, perhaps in preparation for his first marriage, to Princess Madeleine de Valois. This enhancement is formally acknowledged when the Crest above the Royal Arms is amended, the Sceptre replacing the Saltire in the lion’s left paw.

1539, the crown is refashioned to its present form for James V by John Mosman, Edinburgh goldsmith. James wears it for the first time at the coronation of his second wife, Mary of Guise, in Holyrood Abbey. The purple velvet bonnet, made by Thomas Arthur, has not survived, but its four delicate ornaments have.

1543: Mary Queen of Scots is crowned in Stirling Castle, the first sovereign to be enthroned with all three Honours. 1

560: Queen Mary receives a golden rose from Pope Pius IV. 1567: James VI is crowned with the Honours in the Kirk of the Holy Rude, Stirling.

1571–73: Substitute Honours are used at sittings of Parliament, because Edinburgh Castle is in the hands of the supporters of the exiled Queen Mary.

1615–16: The Crown Room is created, part of the wholesale remodelling of the Palace in preparation for James VI’s ‘hamecoming’ in 1617. The present Crown Chest is very probably also made at this date.

1633: Charles I is crowned in Holyrood Abbey with the Honours

1638–39: The Honours are taken to Dalkeith Castle for safe-keeping during the conflict between Charles I and those supporting the National Covenant.

1650: The Honours are removed from the castle, possibly to Stirling Castle, for safe-keeping, prior to Oliver Cromwell besieging the castle.

1651: Charles II is crowned with the Honours at Scone. Following the ceremony, the Honours, unable to be brought back to Edinburgh Castle, are taken to mighty Dunnottar Castle, Kincardineshire, seat of the Earl Marischal.

1652–60: The Honours are smuggled out of Dunnottar and buried under the floor of nearby Kinneff Kirk. On Charles II’s return to the throne, the Honours are returned to Edinburgh Castle: all except the Sword belt and Crown cushion.

1687: James VII has the crown bonnet changed from purple to red.

1707: Following the adjourning of Parliament after the passing of the Act of nion.

1790: The Sword Belt is discovered hidden in a wall at Barras, near Dunnottar Castle, by Sir David Ogilvy.

1794: Lieutenant-Governor Major Drummond briefly opens the Crown Room in search of old Parliamentary records but, because he lacks the necessary royal warrant, does not break open the Crown Chest.

1818: Walter Scott and others, with a royal warrant from the Prince Regent, officially break into the Crown Room, break open the Crown Chest and there rediscover the Honours, together with a wand, or baton of office. A second royal warrant appoints the Commissioners for the Keeping of the Regalia (Keeper of the Great Seal, Keeper of the Privy Seal, His Majesty’s Advocate, the Lord Clerk Register and the Lord Justice Clerk). Scott’s friend Adam Ferguson is appointed Keeper of the Regalia, with a ‘grace and favour’ flat above the Crown Room.

1819: The public are invited to inspect the Honours in the Crown Room, on payment of an admission fee.

1822: George IV (the former Prince Regent) formally visits Scotland, and the Honours are taken to the Palace of Holyroodhouse for the duration of his stay.

1830: The Stewart Jewels, bequeathed to George III in 1807 by Prince Henry, Cardinal York, the last Stuart claimant to the throne of Great Britain, are entrusted by William IV into the safe-keeping of the Keeper of the Regalia for display in the Crown Room.

1837: The Turkish Ambassador is denied entry to the Crown Room because he does not have an admission ticket!

1842: The Honours are temporarily removed to an adjacent room so that they may be better viewed by Queen Victoria and Prince Albert.

1848: The present panelling is installed in the Crown Room by the Edinburgh firm of Charles Trotter, cabinetmakers and joiners.

1871: The Honours are redisplayed behind a cage of ornamental bars, for their better security.

1892: The Sword Belt is returned to the Crown Room from Barras Castle, Kincardineshire, by Rev. Samuel Ogilvy Baker, a descendant of Sir David Ogilvy.

1905: The old Crown Cushion is presented to the State by Sir Patrick Keith Murray, who states that it had been retained at Dunnottar by his ancestor, Sir William Keith, 9th Earl Marischal, after the Honours had been smuggled out in 1652

1911: The Sword is taken to St Giles’ Cathedral for the official opening of the Thistle Chapel. Gyp, the Crown Room dog, dies and is buried in the Dog Cemetery below St Margaret’s Chapel.

1939: Princess Louise, Queen Victoria’s fourth daughter, bequeaths the Lorne Jewels, presented to her by Clan Campbell on the occasion of her marriage to the Marquis of Lorne in 1871, to the Scottish nation, and they are added to the display in the Crown Room. Shortly thereafter (1 September), the Crown Jewels are taken down to the basement of the Palace to protect them from aerial bombardment by German planes.

1942: The Honours are secretly taken out of the basement and buried in David’s Tower, where they remain for the duration of WWII.

1953: The Honours are presented to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth at the National Service of Thanksgiving in St Giles’ Cathedral that follows the Coronation in Westminster Abbey.

1971: The Sword of State is used for the first time at the ceremonial installation of a Knight of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, Scotland’s premier Order of Chivalry, held in the Thistle Chapel, in St Giles’ Cathedral.

1980s: The post of Warden of Regalia is abolished. 1

987: The Sword of State is used alone for the final time, in St Giles’ Cathedral for the tercentenary anniversary celebrations of the Order of the Thistle. Thereafter, in view of its parlous condition, its ceremonial role is restricted to National Services of Thanksgiving

1993: Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth formally opens the Honours of the Kingdom exhibition, including the extensively refurbished Crown Room and redisplayed Honours. The present Crown Cushion is made specially for the occasion. The Crown Chest is relocated from the Crown Room to an adjacent exhibition space and displayed alongside one of the original padlocks, broken in 1818.

1999: The Crown is formally taken to the State Opening of the Scottish Parliament, the first in the modern era.

2022; The Crown of Scotland was placed on Elizabeth II's coffin at a service in St Giles' Cathedral.

2023; The Honours of Scotland were presented to King Charles III in a ceremony held in St Giles' Cathedral. The ceremony was formally described as a National Service of Thanksgiving and Dedication to mark the coronation of King Charles III.

[thrashkink-coven]

Hi all,

Welcome to the last part of my 2024 altar tour! 4/4

What a year it has been! I have learned so much and made so many new friends! My altar has always been a reflection of my psyche, seeing it’s beauty reminds me of the beauty that exists within me. :)

So this is my final little work space where I do pendulum magick and tarot readings. There is a devotional mug to Lord Lucifer which I use for our morning coffee chats. There is also Lucifer’s devotional dragon statue, as well as the dual scrying mirror for him and Faviel.

There is a normal mirror and a statue of a pharaoh’s tomb. The board which the flowers and offerings are placed on dawns Faviel’s sigil and candle. To Faviel I have offered a palm stone, flowers, an acorn, smoky quartz, some black earrings, and some grubs.

Beside him is my pendulum in a selenite charging bowl along with my pendulum mat.

The black and white image you see was a piece of art I made for Archangel Jophiel after he gifted me a vision a year or so ago. I use it whenever I’m reaching out to him.

Beneath my altar is some space for storage where I keep my larger cauldron, mortar and pestle, larger candles, etc. There is also my stand where I keep my broom, fire poker, and shovel. My witch broom is wrapped in a protective seal. I use it to sweep ash from my prayer mat.

And finally, here are a few of the books I have in my collection that have greatly greatly aided me in my craft. Remember to do your research my dears!

The Arbatel of Magick- First English edition 1633, new edition 2013, edited by Earl Marwick

Healing with Form, Energy, and Light- Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche

Gods and Goddesses- Hallam, Elizabeth

The Lesser Key of Solomon- S.L MacGregor Mathers and Aleister Crowley

The Dictionary of Alchemy- Diana Fernando

The Art of Angels- Howard Loxton

Backland’s Book of Spirit Communications- Raymond Buckland

Transcendental Magick- Éliphas Lévi

The Greater Key of Solomon- S.L MacGregor Mathers

A History of God- Karen Armstrong

A Dictionary of Angels, Including Fallen Angels- Gustav Davidson

Making Talismans- Nick Farrell

The Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses- Johann Scheibel

The Egyptian Book of the Dead

The Rise and Fall of the Nephilim- Scott Alan Roberts

Buckland’s Complete Book of Witchcraft- Raymond Buckland

Candle Burning Rituals- Raymond Buckland

The Complete Book of Black Magick and Witchcraft

Green Witchcraft, Folk Magick, Fairy Lore & Herb Craft- Ann Moura

The Book of Forbidden Knowledge, Black Magick, Superstition, Charms and Divination- First Edition 1910s Johnson Smith & co. New Edition 2016 edited by Earl Marwick

Three Books of Occult Philosophy- Henry Cornelius Agrippa

and of course, The Holy Bible- New Living Translation.

I have many other books in my collection on tarot and astrology in my living room, but these are the books that have had the greatest impact on my craft. Here are a few of those other ones:

Love Potions- Tatania Hardie

The Book of Destinies- Jane Struthers

The Crystal Bible 2- Judy Hall

The Tarot Bible- Sarah Barlett

The Wicca Bible- Ann Marie Gallagher

Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs- Scott Cunningham

Magic and Medicine of Plants- Reader’s Digest

The Power of Birthdays Stars and Numbers- Saffi Crawford and Geraldine Sullivan

The Witches’ Goddess- Janet and Stewart Farrar

The Witches’ God- Janet and Stewart Farrar

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I wanted to end this tour off with my reading material because I want to emphasize how important it is to understand that “magick” is not just “stuff”.

I really enjoy all of my magical tools and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with having and wanting pretty things or an aesthetically pleasing altar. In fact I believe aesthetic and care are acts of love in themselves. Don’t ever let someone shame you for wanting to decorate and indulge in the aesthetics of your craft.

But please do remember that our greatest magical tool is our minds, our senses, and our experiences- our brains. Remember to read read read lots of material from many different sources. Contemplate honestly on everything you read, hear and experience. Do not take everything you believe today as a fact, do not box yourself in to anything. (Maybe that’s the Luciferian in me speaking lol)

Learn how to do magick alone, without any tools. My magick is not my stuff, although my stuff greatly aids me in my magick. Does that make sense?

Thank you so much for reading! I look forward to growing and learning so much more this year! :)

Blessed be!