#dark/light sun/moon trope will always get me

[mycaptainjones]

Two sides of the same coin.

✨Manifesting dark!galadriel in 2024 ✨

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[yorsgirl]

Love is a Curse

Trope: Angst

Warnings: none

Word Count: 818

He is perfect.

Fingers threads through your hair, abruptly stopping when you question: would you be sad if I die?

His eyebrows knit together, he stares at you with confusion - you aren't dying.

You want to smile, if I do?

I won't let you.

He is a man of few words, it's often not he expresses himself but when he does, your chest rumbles with an emotion you certainly know about.

I am never letting you go. You're stuck with me forever.

You know he's right. You truly are stuck with him forever.

.

He is like dopamine.

Touches aren't what you expected them to be. You know the touch even with his presence or absence.

They belong to you after all.

It's his name you chant, his name you say. Whether they be alone or in middle of a crowd. Your mind screams his name, always. The fantasies you stage revolves around him, always.

Everything he does leaves you wanting more.

You tell him this one very night, lying in your bed. He listens, he knows. He is there every night, every time, every second. He knows.

But he doesn't answer.

You close your eyes, then you hear him say.

So do I, for you.

.

Distraction doesn't work.

You try to. You really do.

You try using apps, moving to your people, your friends, your teachers, your family. They don't help at all. And you are down the rabid hole again.

Then you are running to him.

He scolds you, still taking you back with open arms. Chiding you for even trying to believe what they said.

Arms wrapped tight against your body, you cry silent tears hearing words so endearing. You don't deserve this.

He knows what you are thinking. You deserve everything, my love. The stars, the moon, the sun, the world... I will give you what you want. I am yours.

Why does he do this? Doesn't he know it has you falling for more?

He is cruel.

.

It's on days you want to comfort him.

You see him again. You read him again. As always.

There is a smile on your face and your chest is rumbling with that emotion again. You almost can't stop your squeal.

But then you see him in despair, in pain.

And it hurts you seeing him hurt. Emotional or physical, it doesn't matter. It hurts seeing him hurt.

You want to reach out and comfort him. But you can't.

.

Everyone tells you, you shouldn't be this devoted.

You can only answer that you can't.

Your devotion can never measure up to his. His affection, his tenderness, his devotion... his love. They are immeasurable for you.

But he is consumed with darkness. They say.

They fail to understand that you love his darkness as much as his light. For in your darkness, only he sits with you. Only he knows about it.

The parts they see as ugly and unlovable, are the very parts he said he loves the most about you when you said it to him.

Plugging the earphones on, you hear his voice again on the other end.

Did you forget me, pretty? You aren't calling lately, or did you find someone else? Nah, can't be. You have to get rid of me before that.

And getting rid of me isn't that easy.

You hate how he knows so much about you.

.

The men around you are... nice.

And it's just that. They are nice.

Some of them better than the other, some worse. And you know, you can live with one of them, one day.

But it feels wrong.

Thinking about other guys feels wrong.

Its foolish of you to even think you can ever replace him with one of them. Even when the touch of another on your skin repulses you.

And at the end of the day, its just that - they are nice.

Then you question:

Can they ever understand you like him? Can they ever know you like him? Can they ever accept all the darkness about you like him? Can you ever love you like him? Can they ever be him?

The answer is clear.

Hence, you are running back to him. He accepts you with open arms.

He is your home, regardless of what he does.

He tells you that, It is fine. I will never let you go, pretty. You are mine.

And that's what you want to be. His.

.

You open your eyes.

You see the ceiling, you are in your room.

Love is a curse. It has you falling for him in every way possible. And it's him, that you want. You wonder if you'll get over him.

You want to laugh. Who are you kidding? It's been years.

You smile, a single tear rolls down your eyes. The realization hits you again, like every other day.

You love him. You want him. But you can't.

You exist. He doesn't.

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Kageyama Tobio, Shoto Todoroki, Bakugo Katsuki, Son Hak, Loid Forger.

A/N: uhm, this is very close to me and the characters mentioned are just my faves with whom fantasize the most, you can imagine your other fav in place of them too

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[000-pawz]

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a/n: i was listening to dawn in the adan by ichiko aoba and got inspired to start a series! i barely see any fantasy stuff on here and i'm a big lover of it so here this is :3 <3 (p.s. there won't be an order to posting! it'll be random >3<) i tried to put my own spin on these tropes, so i hope you guys look forward to them! <3

"bloom for me" - sungho x reader ˚ ⋆｡˚

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"sungho has been assigned to be your guardian angel, to look after you from afar, and to make sure you stay out of harm's way. the only rules? don't get too close and never interfere with true fate. but when you find yourself in a dark place, unsure of whether life is truly worth living, sungho finds himself unable to simply sit around and watch you fall apart. he wants to show you the light; even if he must sacrifice everything he has even known for it."

"night life stars" - riwoo x reader ˚ ⋆｡˚

elf!riwoo x human!reader | old fantasy au, forbidden love, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers

"growing up, you've always been told to never pass the flower field in the woods and to stay far away from elf territory because everyone knows that elves are the most violent creatures in the forest. one summer, a drought spreads throughout your village, and while fetching water from a stream in the woods for your family, you end up slipping and hitting your head on a rock. when you finally wake up, your eyes immediately lock on to a pair of glimmering green ones. eyes that belong to the enemy itself."

"safest sounds"- jaehyun x reader ˚ ⋆｡˚

hybrid!jaehyun x human!reader | modern-day au, hybrids & humans, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, living together

"after another tiring day at work, you're walking back to your apartment when you hear soft cries coming from an alleyway. with your undeniable curiosity, you go to find the source of sound—and much to your surprise, you find an abandoned hybrid curled up in a ball, shivering from the cold. with a promise to take him to a shelter when the sun rises, you let him come home with you so he can eat and have a warm place to sleep for the night. in the morning, though, you discover that this hybrid has already claimed you as his owner."

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"dance on the moon" - leehan x reader ˚ ⋆｡˚

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"there's nothing more that you hate than working as a maid on this deck. your captain and crew are worse than scum and you miss home every day, but you must do as they say if you want to survive. one stormy night, the crew catches a mermaid in their net while in the pits of the sea and your captain declares to sell him on the market as soon as they reach land. but when you become tasked to watch over the poor mermaid every night, you end up promising to help him escape back to his home. maybe he could find a way to help you escape too."

"seek for warmth" - woonhak x reader ˚ ⋆｡˚

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"woonhak never asked to be a vampire; he never wanted to live a life he didn't choose and be cursed to live forever. thankfully, there's another fledgling in the coven who sees the light still shining in his undead eyes. you're there with him through the insatiable hunger and the yearning for a past he never had the chance to live, holding his hand through it all. eventually, he begins to find solace in your warmth despite his fingers being cold to the touch."

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the sweater

lilac, chapter fourteen

a/n: okay but this moodboard? I am in love. let this be my everyday one day ♡

summary: “have you talked to her about the wedding yet?”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, kissing, hyper concentration, accidentally skipping meals

word count: 1440

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“So, Emma, did you enjoy seeing your aunt again? She’s mentioned it’s been quite a while since your last visit.”

“Oh yeah, Donna’s always a blast,” the woman on the other side of the counter chuckled as she handed you back the bulky key to the room she’d been staying in. Casting her glance up to the man who slowly made his way down the staircase, carefully making sure none of the luggage he balanced slipped, Emma’s giggle grew, “she loved Hasan.”

“Oh,” you chuckled, following her eye line as the aforementioned man conquered the last of the steps, “I bet she did.”

Settling the bags down on the floor by his partner’s feet, Hasan raised a dark eyebrow, “are you guys talking about me?”

“Huh? No, of course not, honey,” Emma hooked her arm with his.

“Alrighty then,” he then rested a palm atop Emma’s arm and asked, “uhm, have you talked to her about the wedding yet?”

Redirecting her gaze back onto you, “uh, no, not yet,” Emma then shifted her hand down to interlace with Hasan’s, “so, Y/n, as I’ve already told you, Hasan and I are engaged, but in actuality, this trip was less to visit my aunt and more for wedding planning purposes. You see, I’ve always loved this place, and ever since I was little and first came here, I’ve had this dream of getting married here at the inn.”

“Oh,” your brows rose, “really?”

“It’s just so beautiful and charming and I know that this isn’t usually something this place offers to facilitate, but it would really, truly mean the world to me if you’d say yes.”

The gentle knock that echoed at the door to the vacant room you’d settled in rattled you from your frantic concentration. 

Spine still curved at a tense arch to gaze down at the laptop in your lap, you murmured, “yeah?” not raising your eyes as you continued to type.

“Hey,” the deep timbre that filled the room swayed your gaze to lift, “your dad said I might find you cooped up here.” 

In the dim light that streamed in from the hallway, illuminating slightly the room which you’d completely forgotten to light after the sun had gone down, there stood Frank, leaning against the doorway and clad in a tweedy grey woollen sweater, the vision of which bloomed a warm sensation deep within your chest that seemed to thaw at some of the tension that had accumulated since this morning. Tears nearly formed in the corners of your eyes at the sudden shift and the comfort you hadn’t seen coming. 

“Frank,” but tagging along, as soon as you layed your eyes upon him, came a realisation that stabbed you in the gut, “oh, shit, I was supposed to meet you at the cabin today. I’m sorry, time just–,” a tense exhale flowed from your lips as your form threatened to just tumble over into a laying position as you sat curled up on the bed, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” switching on the ceiling light, he closed the door, which had the swirly label that read the moon room on it, behind him before stepping closer, “you alright? You haven’t answered your phone all day.”

Fishing your mobile out of your pocket, the furrow to your brow deepened as you saw the two missed calls and handful of texts, “I’m really sorry, I’ve had it on silent.”

Feeling his wide palm come down upon your tense shoulder in a soothing rub, you heard him say, “it’s alright, you just worried me a second,” his soothing caress lowered a bit to sweep up and down your upper arm, “what’s going on, huh? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I–… no, actually not really… I’m–… I don’t know… ” 

“What happened?”

“Nothing, I just–…” exhaling lowly, you let your eyes fall shut a moment as you uttered, “I agreed to host a wedding here at the inn.” 

“Ah…” he breathed and you felt the mattress dip as he shifted to sit beside you, his palm still warm on your shoulder. 

“It’s great for business and amazing money, I mean, I might be able to hire some more help with money like that, but I think I might have said yes a bit too quickly and now the reality is kinda catching up to me… it’s just tricky. I wanna do this. I know the couple, the bride is kind of a childhood friend of mine, I really wanna do this for her and also just in general be able to do this… but I think Preston might have kind of ruined the whole wedding thing as a concept for me. Not that it was something that I idealised before, I don’t think I ever really thought about it before he was forcing a ring on my finger… so, it’s just complicated…” lifting your gaze to meet his, you added sarcastically, “and also I only have like three weeks to string everything together, so that’s just wonderful.”

“You wanna get out of it?”

Taking a long moment to truly ponder it, you eventually heard yourself uttering, “no,” your head lightly shaking from side to side as you said, “no, I wanna do this, even if it’s not easy, I wanna be able to do it. I can accept it if he’s completely ruined it for me, that’s fine, I don’t need to ever get married, but I don’t wanna let him ruin it for everyone else. I wanna be able to at least participate, celebrate when someone I care about does it… I don’t know if that’s just extremely stubborn of me, not wanting him to ruin yet another thing for me, but I at least wanna fight for it. Wanna try to reclaim just that little bit…” 

“You want me to be there with you?”

“What, on the wedding day?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded softly, his eyes ever focused upon you, “could that help?”

“Oh, Frank…” a gentle sigh slipped out past your lips as your head tilted slightly, “that’s incredibly kind of you to offer, but I’d imagine that weddings properly aren’t your favourite place either?” 

“Don’t think about me,” he urged as he averted his gaze. 

“But I am though,” your chilly palm slipped over the top of his thigh as you dipped your head to catch his gaze, “I am,” rubbing your thumb over the rough denim, you soon suggested, “how about this, what if whenever it gets to me, I can just turn to you and you’ll help distract me?” 

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” his head offered the faintest of nods as the hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his lip. As his other hand lowered to envelop yours, he briefly glanced down at it before shifting his hold to swaddle your icicles-like fingers, “are you cold?”

“Uh, yeah. I was gonna get up and go find a sweater or something earlier, but then I got too caught up in something,” you waved a hand in the direction of the long list that was glaring at you on the laptop’s screen, “and kinda just forgot.”

Without a second thought, you watched as he reached behind his head and tugged off the grey knit that enveloped his physique.

“Oh, I didn’t mean–”

“I know,” he gathered up the jumper in his grasp and lifted it for you to be able to slip into with more ease, “here.”

“Well, aren’t you gonna get cold now?”

“Nope.”

Sighing softly, you raised your arms up and let him tug it down over your frame.

“Why are you so wonderful?”

Huffing out a sceptical breath, he only countered, “why are you?”

After your arms had slipped through the long sleeves and into place, your fingers snatched up the fabric of the dark t-shirt that the sweater had revealed and tugged him closer. 

Pressing a gentle and unhurried peck to his lips, you lingered there a moment after, your nose ghosting softly against his robust one as he then uttered into the narrow space between you. 

“You wanna know what I think?” you felt his palms slowly slide up and down the sides of your frame. 

“What?”

“I think you’ve been working very hard all day long, and now it’s time to turn that computer off and come down with me and see if we can find some of what your dad made for dinner earlier.”

With a soft nod to your head, finally letting yourself notice the nauseating hunger aching deep within your belly, you felt a smile begin to bloom, “alright.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[ellisbian]

i’ve seen some edit on tiktok about ellie and dina being sun (ellie) and moon (dina) but mh to me they don’t fit this trope. they fit the ocean and the moon. the sun and moon can be good, but just it’s a trope about the smiley and bubbly person x the quite and “dark” person, while the ocean x moon is really for them. ellie, who’s deeper like the ocean, she sparkle at the sun, she is sarcastic, she seems quite at the surface and she’s collaborative . she always gets everyone’s attention even if she doesn’t want to catch it, and it’s because she as beautiful as the ocean, she is turbulent, she can be manipulated by her own feelings… and moon can calm her, the moon is positive, the moon gets along with everyone but has only few friends. the moon (dina) lights up the ocean (ellie) during the darkest night, the one in which ellie is in after joel’s death. the ocean always reach for the moon because the moon can calm down the ocean, giving the right comfort, that one ellie always wanted and that she got for a bit with dina

[ashensgrotto]

A Merfolk's Melody (Part 3)

Characters: Yan!Floyd x Reader, Yan!Jade x Reader, Yan!Azul x Reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Intro   Floyd Leech Jade Leech (You Are Here)  Azul Ashengrotto Epilogue

Synopsis: The sea always calls to those who feel lost and alone, wanting to fill the empty part of their soul until they are loved and full… and as such, it’s only fair that the strange creatures that live beneath its depths would want the same as well…

Author’s Note: Another 4-part fanfiction courtesy of @merakiui ‘s headcanon of the reader being stuck in a room/wall (I’m sorry, but I just enjoy your headcanons and they always give me these ideas) -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722393818829373440/in-addition-to-being-stuck-in-a-locked-room?source=share & https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722677892623056896/about-the-stuck-in-a-wall-trope-in-the-oceani?source=share

Here’s how it’s going to work: each character is going to get their own part following the intro. It is going to focus on the Octrio again (bc it’s my current liking, sorry guys). If you want to read a certain character’s part, feel free to jump around and select the one you’re most interested in. 

Again, as stated before, this is a work of fiction; I disagree with any and all behaviors that are represented in this story.

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During your earlier days in college, you and another of your close friends had once discussed the difference between coral and mushrooms - as there were some fungi corals that lived in the coral reefs, even though they were not classified in the fungi family. You both agreed that fungi and coral played huge parts in their own ecosystems, providing both nutrition and hiding areas for the wildlife that inhabited the area around them. Both were made up of microscopic organisms - as most plants and other wildlife are - but while one shot spores, the other grew polyps on top of each other over time. 

Your friend had asked if you knew if there was a coral reef back in your childhood home - to which you responded that you weren’t sure. You had been told by someone once long ago that beyond the crashing waves of the sea outside of your family’s cabin that there were coral structures the size of Burj Khalifa - the world’s tallest building - and a few that were wider than the Aerium - the world’s widest building. Imagining the depth and how big the ocean was already a monstrous task as it is, but the knowledge that some coral was as large and as wide as two of the world’s biggest buildings was mind-blowing.

Now, a few years later as you dipped beneath the surface as the waves pulled you further into its depths, an amazing sight greeted you.

Colorful coral of all shapes, sizes, and types spread before you - elkhorn coral, fungia and pocillopora corals spread along the ocean floor as pillar and staghorn coral reached for the sky. Sun coral and sea anemones waved with the current of the tide while bubble corals and zoanthids peered out from dark crevices. The colors of neon in pink, green, teal, orange, and yellow shifted together with the darkness of the water here and there, making everything seem like a blacklight room from one of the city’s downtown clubs.

But the coral and plants weren't the only thing colorful within the dark waters.

Bright colorful fish of all shapes and sizes surrounded you from all angles - clownfish peered out from behind the sea anemone as the occasional blue or yellow tang fish passed between the coral walls alongside lionfish and butterfly fish while nudibranch slugs crept along the edges with starfish as seahorses perched among the organ pipe corals and the carnation corals. You saw banded pipefish hidden in the crevices between rock and coral while moon jelly swam out to deeper waters, their nearly opaque bodies hiding their forms in the shifting waters that crashed against the waves. Manta rays swam close to the bottom of the hidden paradise, one occasionally coming up to you and brushing along the side as your light-weight tank top fluttered in the water around you, the feeling of soft smooth skin coated in a slick film surprisingly pleasant.

The colors of the deep dazzled you - pulling you into deeper waters as you held your breath for as long as you could before your lungs would force you to the surface, gasping out deep breaths as you floated above the surface world for a few moments before diving back down to stay for as long as you could in the peaceful paradise that existed beneath the waves, amazed by everything that surrounds you. You swam along the coral beds, fingers grazing over the pieces of coral polyps as you passed - as beautiful as the structures were, you could never break a piece off. The same person from your past had warned of doing such things as a child - breaking off pieces of coral can take years to grow back, and if they are broken off consistently, the coral eventually dies. Seeing the bright beautiful healthy green coloring of the coral beneath you reminded you of that memory - a smile tugging on your lips as you dived deeper. 

Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize you had swam as deep as you did until you felt your lungs struggling to hold your breath until your sides ached. You had traveled between some coral beds and were now surrounded completely by it, the coral twisting around you like thorns on a rose bush and every time you would attempt to get through, the coral would dig into your skin - cuts forming along your arms, face, and legs. 

You looked around desperately - but there appeared to be no way out.

“Poor child…” you heard a voice then, something soft and sickly sweet that tickled your eardrum, “Poor sweet child…”

Your head turned in the direction of said voice, seeing nothing in the darkness. Fear ran along your spine as you did your best to keep calm, the anxiety eating away at you as you struggled to think of a way out as well as struggled to keep yourself from falling into exhaustion from losing oxygen.

A shadow shifted then as a pair of heterochromia eyes - one brown, one gold - peered out at you from the darkness beneath you. You watched as a figure appeared before you, their form coming into the light that shone in between the coral that surrounded you.

The figure was that of a very large creature that was half man and half fish - the pale sunlight reflecting off of his pale teal skin that was the color of sea water; his tail was long, making him approximately six or seven feet in length, and swayed with the water as he propelled himself toward you, slowly and filled with caution while his hands - which you thought may have been webbed - clenched at his sides, the claws digging into the flesh of his palms. His facial features appeared strong and sharp, eyes clear and calculating, as his lips spread in what appeared to be a friendly smile that was anything but; his dark hair - nearly the same color of his body - framed the strong features, though one long strand - nearly the color of deep seaweed green - fell over his left eye as the golden hue began to glow the closer he came to you. 

It was then that you realized you were looking at a mer - a moray mer, to be exact.

Moray eels were known to attack when provoked, but the mers were known to hunt anything that trespassed into their territory - watching from the darkness before striking unexpectedly. You had heard stories about them when you were a child - the locals believing that they typically traveled in pairs, meaning that there was likely a secondary one close by and you had to tread carefully now that one of them had found you.

The mer only smiled, teeth sharper than a shark’s gleaming in the darkness as his body began to glow; the large teal stripes that lined his hips, arms, and face began to glow in the darkness, his left gold eye nearly turning yellow as he gazed upon you.

“You seem to have a very serious problem,” the mer spoke, his voice sounding like sweet honey dripping down from a hive on a hot summer day, “... There might be something I can do to help you.”

You were beginning to slowly lose consciousness, the edges of your vision fading into darkness as you struggled to stay awake - to stay aware. The mer seemed to sense this as he drifted even closer, slipping through the water like a water snake as he stopped in front of you, looking down as his smirk grew wider. The moray mer’s features were now mere inches from your face, his webbed hands closing in to cup your face in between his palms before he pulled your face up to look at him, your body slowly becoming numb as your eyes drifted closed - the oxygen nearly out.

Something soft and surprisingly warm pressed against your lips before a sudden rush of air filled your lungs. 

Your chest heaved as your eyes snapped open to see the mer pressing his lips to yours, pulling the water out and breathing for the both of you as the gills behind his finned ears fluttered with the current. You pressed your hands against his chest, trying and failing to push him away before one hand moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his other hand tangled into your hair, keeping your head still as he pressed his lips harder against yours - no longer breathing for you, but kissing you. You felt his long tail curl around your legs, keeping you trapped within his hold.

When he pulled away, his pupils had dilated; hunger reflecting within them.

“I saved your life, little pearl,” he whispered, “and now… I will take something from you as payment.”

You struggled, wanting nothing more to do with the mer that now wrapped completely around you.

However, the moray pulled you down into the depths of the coral enclosure, pressing the front of your against a large stone with one hand on your shoulders and the other holding your hands together above your head. You held your newfound breath between your lips before cool lips pressed against the nape of your neck, drawing the skin into the mer’s mouth as he lapped and sucked on it like a newborn babe. You shuddered with every lap of his tongue and whimpered with every nip that you barely registered his hands releasing you before something dug on either side of your neck, deep enough to draw blood.

You cried out, bubbles escaping from your lips before the mer pressed his lips against yours again, breathing for you as he turned you to face him - webbed hands and claws creating small cuts in the fabric of your cotton capris before the fabric was removed along with your bottoms. You threw your head back as one thumb rubbed circles against your entrance - a musty-sweet odor slipping into the salty waters around you before something fleshy and hot pressed against it. You mewled as the mer flicked over your entrance, slipping one, then two fingers within - thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace as the glowing on his body increased, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered softly, one hand reaching out and clasping onto his dark hair, his eyes closing and humming against you as a fire began to build in your thighs and lower belly - threatening to consume you as your body twitched with want.

As he worked you over and over, you shuddered and groaned, arching your back away from the stone as your muscles clenched. He pulled away after a few moments, the loss of contact making your body grasp at nothing. You whimpered in need before something long, thick, and rigid rub between your legs.

“Ah… mine,” the moray mer sighed as he bared his teeth at you in a mocking grin, grabbing a hold of your ankles and pushing them into your chest as he leaned against you, moving his hips and rubbing himself against you, “Mine… my precious little pearl… Do you know what you’ve done to me?”

You can only quiver in response as he leans close, his nose nearly touching yours as his length continues to tease you, making your insides squirm with anticipation.

“How long I’ve waited for you, little pearl,” he brushes his nose against yours, his voice soft and sugary-sweet, “I’ve waited over six years… six years for you to come back to me. And now that you’re here… I can never let you go.”

Then, you feel him thrust hard and fast inside you, pushing your stomach into your throat as a silent cry leaves your mouth. The mer is merciless against you, pressing you hard into the stone beneath you and keeping a firm grip on your ankles as he pounds into you, each thrust making the precious air that still exists within you leave in the form of tiny bubbles from your mouth and nose. 

He presses his lips to yours again as his eyes close, breathing for the both of you again before pulling away to lavish at your neck, his tongue flicking over the scratches he made as you feel something rise up and down from your skin. Both of your chests heave together, the pounding of your hearts argue in your rib cages as he presses his lips against yours, no longer breathing as his thrusts become more urgent. He releases his grip on your ankles and hauls you up by your waist, moving your position around so you may settle onto his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his hips as he presses deeper into your core.

The change caused you to gasp again, feeling him practically nudge into your stomach. The mer slows, allowing to adjust to this new position as he kisses your features - your forehead, your nose, eyelids, brows, cheeks, and lips - as if he is completely worshiping you.

“Sweet, precious little pearl…” he whispers, snapping his hips in urgency against you after a few moments, “Let me lay you… keep them safe for me, for us…”

You whimper softly, a name long forgotten now bubbling forward, “J-Jade…”

Jade lets out a low growl in response, thrusting hard and fast against you, “That’s r-right, little pearl… my precious (Y/N)...”

You let out a cry as your entrance grips onto Jade’s member, the muscles in your lower body spamming wildly as something thick and heavy slips between your legs.

Jade presses his forehead in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, his breath caressing your skin, billowing the tank top you’re still wearing, gasping, “...not enough, little pearl. Not enough, yet…”

***

Jade has carried you to his corner of the shadows, curled beside you as you laid on his bed of seaweed surrounded by coral. His hand cups your cheek and follows the curve of your cheekbones before pressing another kiss to your lips and resting his forehead against yours. 

It had been years since he had last seen you - the two of you plus his twin had been thick as thieves, frolicing along the shore lines and had taught you to swim. He had gathered many pieces of coral during that time and presented them to you when you all met up each and every day - the giggles that slipped past your lips making him smile with pride and puffed out his chest like a seagull. Eventually though, those days of spending time with one another along the shores became fewer and fewer. 

Floyd had moved on, now more interested in antagonizing Azul verses waiting on the rocky shoreline for you to come out to play - but Jade was more patient than his twin, his tail swaying with anticipation along with the tide as he watched from his spot on the rocks, his heterochromia eyes never straying from the shoreline. Eventually, his patience thinned to the thickness of a thread, going to Azul to test out his latest potion that would allow him to take on the form of a human for an hour. He headed into the village, searching high and low for your family. One of the village members had been kind enough to explain that your family had moved to the nearest city where you had been accepted into college.

Jade felt his heart break. There was no way he could follow you - and even if he did, how would he find you?

Azul noticed his sour mood upon his return, the typical Jade he knew would never lounge on the rocks among the coral like his brother did unless something happened. Jade had stayed silent about what he had heard on the surface above - merely going through his life day by day as the heartache festered and grew within, making him irritable - once snapping at Floyd which made the younger of the two surprised. It didn’t take long after that incident that Jade decided to move away to another part of the coral city, hiding within the darkness of the crevices as thoughts of you consumed him day and night.

He was about ready to give up on himself when you came swimming back into his life - quite literally. 

Jade tucked his head under your chin, arms wrapping around your waist as he hummed. Tomorrow, he would go to Azul to find a potion to make you more like him… even threaten the octomer with becoming fish bait if he refused.

But, for now… Jade was content to have you in his arms, back in his life. His precious little pearl…

[vvritingmf]

RP Partner Search | 21+

Hello.ᐟ.ᐟ I go by V or my pen name, VV. I got recommended tumblr through a friend who also role-plays, so I’m here to see if I can meet some awesome writers. I’m 22 and prefer my partners to be around the same, however, as long as you are 18+, I’ve really got no qualms.

Experience details listed below:

I’m a very flexible person when it comes to writing, however I cannot say I am great at all. My main weaknesses are probably action and superheroes, but these are just some of the few topics I have done otherwise.

Fantasy

Tropes & Themes that I love or correlate:

Greek Gods, Goddesses, Deities

Mythology

Bestiary/Faeries/Demi-Humans

Sci-Fi, Futuristic, Dystopian, Cyberpunk, Bionic

Opposites attract: Light>Dark, Sun>Moon, Fire>Water, Healer>Destroyer

Merfolk, Sirens, Pirates

Hunter>Hunted

Historical

Tropes & Themes that I love or correlate:

Southern small town horrors: (20’s-80’s)

Medieval Evils: witch hunting, wounded>healer

Westward Expansion/Wild West: Bounty Hunter>Outlaw, Loner>Wanderer

Ancient Egypt/Japan/Rome/Greece: Assassin>Victim

WWI-II/Other: star-crossed lovers, enemies to lovers to enemies, woman guised as militia>unknowing comrade/enemy (mulan moment⚔️)

Mafia: 90’s realistic only, bodyguard>daughter/son

London High Society: Arranged marriage, Klutz>Pessimist

(While all of these are great, I am a sucker for new tropes and ideas, so please introduce me to some of your interests!)

General

More info about me and my preferences!

Dead Dove; Do NOT Eat — As much as I love writing goody-two-shoes characters, sometimes I simply want to write someone morally grey, or perhaps even a bit psychotic… Those who are familiar with dead dove know that it includes mature and sensitive topics, such as non-con, NSFW aside! That being said, I will never abuse this right and all topics are sure to be discussed with my RP partner before hand.ᐟ.ᐟ

Gender Preference: I often find myself writing male leads as opposed to female, but this is solely because I am having to compensate and or carry a plot by myself majority of the time. With male characters, I simply find arrogance easier to strike up interactions with, however I would love to actually be able to play a female character; it depends heavily on the plot. I’m predominately MxF, but with side characters I am open to MxM and FxF, (romance awakening/forbidden love subset mainly.)

NSFW: I am not strict on many of my rules but substituting plot for smut is not tolerated. I am willing to write it but in order for any sort of NSFW, things need to progress naturally. I would prefer a partner who prioritizes world building and plot planning first and foremost.

Requirements: As I am not daily active on discord, I am looking for a lax but serious role-play partner who is literate novella minimum. I frequently exceed the discord message limit, sometimes even four times over. However, this is not a standard for myself; I simply tend to write a lot when I am invested in a story. By no means do you have to match this; I simply ask that you give me something to work with and I will do the same in return. Trust me, I’m not always in the mood to meet a word criteria, I wouldn’t expect you to be either! I need a long-term partner who is willing and understanding of schedules and writers-block. These are two things I struggle with often, but I am writing this ad because I truly want to get on the grind again and meet someone who will bring fresh ideas to the table, as well as still pick up after a week of inactivity… :)

Other: I will not always use face claims, because sometimes celebrities and acclaimed actors just don’t do characters justice. Regardless, I will always give a description in writing or perhaps find some oil art or sketch that best represents my OC. I’m probably not very traditional in the sense that I do not follow all usual discord RP rules; I don’t even know half the jargon. Some more general tropes I love include age gaps, tragedy ending, anti-heroes, redemption, apprentice/mentor to mentee, & unique character impairments.ᐟ.ᐟ

Friend my Discord if you’re interested! (1x1)

(Ive a two role-play maximum so that way I am able to focus. Full currently but if you’d like to be friends I’m so down.) Current: 2/2

[rosanna-writer]

we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (1/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3k

AKA "the one where the Calanmai stag plays matchmaker."

But anyway....welcome to the start of yet another multi-chapter Feysand fic about Human!Feyre falling for Fae!Rhys, Feyre getting Made in a way that diverges from canon, and a bond snap right after meeting (because I could write those tropes forever!).

The first chapter and the link to find it on AO3 are both below.

ch. 1 - the altar is my hips

I needed a bow.

Tamlin said to stay in my room and keep the door locked until morning, but I needed a bow. The drums outside were pounding, the bonfires roaring to life, and the woods held my quarry. I needed a bow.

As I crept through the empty manor, I could only think of the need to get to the woods, to find a stag, to kill it. Years of hunting to avoid starvation made me used to thinking of nothing but game—perhaps it's no surprise I didn't realize something had come over me on Calanmai.

The stables were empty, too. The servants were off with everyone else doing whatever the Rite involved, so it was simple enough to slip a bow off its peg on the wall and a full quiver over my shoulder, then strap a hunting knife to my thigh. I headed out into the night.

I wasn't sure exactly where I was going, just let the pounding drums and the smell of smoke pull me forward. There was something out here waiting for me.

The sun had set a while ago, clouds obscuring most of the light from the half-moon. Even in the darkness, I could navigate fine. In hindsight, that alone should have made a few things obvious.

I pushed back the hood of my cloak, more concerned with spotting movement in the corner of my vision than hiding my telltale human features. My quarry was closer.

I stalked through the forest on instinct, moving the same way I always did in the woods—quickly and silently. A single snap of a twig underfoot might be enough to send animals scurrying and doom me to another day of hunger pangs and lightheadedness. Tonight, though, the air was thick with magic. I could smell it like the calm before a thunderstorm.

Leaves rustled a few hundred yards away. Something white streaked through the forest, away from whoever made the noise. I let out a low growl, a sound I didn't know I was capable of making. Someone else was after the stag. At least, though, they were doing a poor job of hunting it.

It was familiar, the scrabble for limited resources that had defined so much of my life before I crossed the wall. I was still standing because I'd won that competition more often than I'd lost.

I nocked an arrow and stopped to take in my surroundings. There was no time to scramble up a tree and wait—the pounding of the drums was pushing me to finish this fast.

Thank the Mother milkweed was within reach, the fluff already hanging out of some of the pods. I used to dry it to use all winter when the plants died, but there's no need in a land of eternal spring. I flicked some into the air and watched for the direction the wind carried it. With nothing to conceal my scent, I had to stay upwind of the stag.

I moved slowly, with a rhythm that had become intimately familiar. Take a step. Freeze. Watch. Listen. Wait. Take another step.

A glimpse of blond hair through the trees told me the other hunter was Tamlin. On another night, I might have approached him and tried to work together, but something buried deep in my chest railed against the idea. The stag was mine and mine alone.

The brief flashes of white fur through the trees became more frequent. Faintly glowing with magic, the stag was laughably easy to spot compared to a normal brown deer. I would have bagged it already if Tamlin's scent and loud footsteps didn't keep sending it running.

Foolish of him. Even novice hunters know to conceal their scent, to approach quarry on a diagonal, to keep checking the wind because it changes fast in hills like this.

A normal deer would have been exhausted by now, panting and slow. But the glowing white stag seemed to have an endless well of something—energy, magic, the-Mother-knows-what.

I wasn't sure how long it lasted, and if the Fire Night magic had stretched out time, I wouldn't have been surprised. Focused on nothing but the stag, I didn't look up at the stars to mark the passage of time.

After minutes or hours or something else entirely, it stopped in a clearing and bent its head to eat. I'd gotten close enough for a perfect shot to its lungs, one that wouldn't ruin the meat. I nocked the arrow again, drew it to my cheek, closed one eye, and aimed.

No.

The sight of the stag, peaceful and harmless, unaware of me, made me drop the bow. The magic filling my mind disappeared, and it felt like being jerked from sleep by a bucket of ice water.

I hated hunting. There was no reason for me to take a life now—my belly was full, and I wasn't doing this to survive. I would never be a trophy hunter, killing just to show off.

The white stag raised its head, looking directly at me, and I was sure it had known I was there the whole time. With my head clear, I could feel the magic radiating from it—petal-soft new beginnings, life pushing its way to the sky through half-frozen soil by sheer force of will, a land that's shifting and changing as the sun returns, beautiful roses and razor-sharp thorns.

The magic of the Spring Court.

The stag looked at me with eyes that saw through everything, right down to the core of who I was. And when it spoke without opening its mouth, I didn't hear the words in my head, I just felt them.

Well met, High Lady.

"I'm human, certainly no High Lady," I said. Perhaps after centuries of being hunted by Tamlin it was confused, but I doubted a being that radiated such power could be confused by anything.

You have not yet taken your throne, but it is yours nonetheless.

I stood there, dumbfounded, trying to puzzle out what that could mean. The idea that a human could rule a faerie court was patently ridiculous. And besides, I was a half-starved girl from a backwoods village; there would be no throne for me. Unless…

"Are you saying I'll marry Tamlin?" I blurted out.

The stag's laughter was gentle, and it felt like a breeze sending petals floating gracefully down from a tree, soft and benevolent.

But I still wasn't sure if that was a yes or no.

You mastered your base instinct and chose mercy tonight. It's not my place to tell fortunes, but for your compassion, I will grant you another sort of boon.

I blinked, taking that in. "Thank you." There was nothing else to say, and an image formed in my mind's eye, as if placed there by the stag.

It showed me the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Short black hair that gleamed, eyes so deep blue they were violet, the sort of pallor you only saw in someone with dark skin who had been out of the sun for a long time. Darkness swirled around him, and I could have sworn it formed the image of wings behind him until everything faded.

He is here tonight. Find him and give him this to claim what's yours.

I opened my hand and found pomegranate seeds, placed there by the stag's magic, the red flesh bright in the moonlight. I started to ask another question, but the stag spoke again.

Do this, and I will not have to die for tonight's Rite to be complete.

I nodded, still not sure I understood, and closed my hand around the seeds again. This was a gift—that much I was sure of. Before I could thank it or say anything else, the white stag bounded off through the trees, faster than I'd ever thought possible.

The drums had gotten louder, the smoke thicker, and the magic in the air a second haze, like a mist that had descended on the land. There was something tugging in my chest again, urging me forward. And I didn't know how, but I was sure there was something at the other end of that string.

I followed it, somehow sensing it and moving on instinct alone, as the tugging only got sharper, more impatient. I broke into a run, my heart pounding.

The same instinct had me skidding to a stop near the mouth of a cave, where a man stood with his back to me. Even without seeing his face, I knew it was him.

His immaculate black jacket and pants seemed all wrong for the forest around us, but perfectly at home with the way the night itself seemed to cling to him. Even if I hadn't noticed the pointed ears, the way he stood with absolute stillness made it obvious he couldn't be anything but High Fae.

"There you are," I whispered.

He spun around at that, the movement catlike and graceful even if I'd startled him. The full force of his violet gaze stole my breath.

For a long moment, we said nothing, just drank each other in. A half-smile formed on his face, as if he liked what he saw.

And for some reason, even though he moved like a predator and my human instincts should be screaming at me to run from danger, I wanted him to like what he saw.

We broke the silence, moving in perfect synchrony as we both said, "I've been looking for you."

From me, it sounded like an accusation, but from him, it was a lover's purr that skittered down my spine, a caress I felt all the way down to the very center of my being. He might carry himself like a panther, but there was a polished quality to his voice and clothes that I could never hope to achieve, not as a scrawny, half-feral thing that had been plucked out of the mortal woods.

The drumming got louder and faster, as if it was building towards something. I didn't understand it, but the sound had my hackles up all the same. My heart couldn't beat any harder.

And then something in the male's face changed as he stepped towards me. His eyes went wide and wild, his nostrils flaring like he'd just picked up a new scent.

He looked like he'd just started to unravel.

I should have wanted to run. No human had ever had a faerie look at them like that and had it end well, at least not before that night. But I couldn't bring myself to be afraid of him. If anything, it was excitement that was curling in my gut.

Something tugged at my chest again, and I reached my hand out, opening my palm, and offering the pomegranate seeds.

He grabbed my hand and ate the seeds right out of it, the movement bestial and entirely fae. The tip of his tongue lapped at the soft skin at the center of my palm, and his teeth scraped against it gently.

It sent my thoughts spiraling towards all the other places he could put his mouth and what it would feel like when he did. When he lifted his face, the juice staining his lips, there was a wicked grin that almost made me believe he'd heard what I'd been thinking.

"That's because I did hear all of it," he said.

If nothing else, that should have finally sent me running, or at least jerking my hand out his grip. But I only wanted him closer.

"Rhysand," he said, stepping towards me again, so close I had to tip my head back to see his face, and the heat of him drew me in. His voice had gone rough, no more elegance to be found. "But Rhys for you."

It was an answer to a question I hadn't spoken aloud, but maybe I'd been asking my whole life without even realizing it. There was an intimacy to the nickname, a small show of vulnerability. Names had power in Prythian, and he'd given me his.

I didn't hesitate to say, "Feyre Archeron."

I surged forward, taking his face in both of my hands and pressing my lips to his. Magic surged with me, the Spring Court's power urging a new beginning, for something to grow. His hands found my hips and pulled them closer so I was flush against him. The hard length of him pressed against my stomach, and suddenly all I could think about was how there were far too many layers between us.

I ground against him, trying to get as much friction as I could manage. I wanted our clothes off, but I didn't want to let go of him to make that happen. I couldn't think of anything else. 

He let out a low, satisfied growl that had heat pooling in my lower abdomen. When he finally pulled away, I couldn't hold back a cry of disappointment at the sudden distance.

"Privacy," was all he managed to ground out, taking my hand again and leading me into the cave.

Magic swirled around us—Calanmai, the Spring Court, and shining brighter and clearer than anything else, the golden thread connecting us.

And that bond was all our own.

Before my eyes could adjust to the dark, the cave wall pressed into my back and Rhys to my front, one of his legs between mine. I ground my hips against his hard, muscular thigh as he kissed and nipped at my neck. Perhaps with my mouth free, I should have taken the opportunity to ask what the hell was going on, but I needed to touch more of his skin.

I thought I knew hunger—far more intimately than anyone ever should—but I'd never experienced such a need to devour like this.

I wasn't sure if it was magic or his preternatural speed that had our clothes off so fast, but I was glad for it, too intoxicated to care about the rough cave wall scraping against my back or the trail of wetness I was leaving as I writhed against his leg. We were chest-to-chest, every inch of skin impossibly sensitive.

His hands squeezed my ass, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me up. I locked my arms around his shoulders, my fingers curling in his hair. Even though somehow I knew Rhys would never let me fall, I held on tight.

The first time he slid into me, his moan let me know he was just as far gone, beyond words, too. Being joined like this was overwhelmingly right. The bond between us shone brighter.

His thrusts became relentlessly faster, and I held his lips to mine through all of it. I swept my tongue into his mouth, delighted when it wrung another moan from him, and tightened my grip on his hair.

The bond solidified with every thrust, pieces falling into place until it was unbreakable, the strongest thing I'd ever known.

Release found us both fast, and before long he was spilling into me as I shattered around him and saw nothing but starlight. I relaxed my hands and let my head drop to his shoulder. Together, our breath and our heartbeats settled back into a normal rhythm, even as magic still danced along our skin.

He ran his nose along my neck and murmured, mostly to himself, "Feyre. FeyreFeyreFeyre. My mate."

Mate. Mate. Rhysand was my mate.

It should have come as a shock, but now that I'd heard him say it, the idea that he could possibly be anything else just seemed positively absurd. Never mind the fact that I was human and wasn't supposed to have one—we were linked.

"You're mine," I whispered. He pressed a kiss right below my ear, and I took that to mean he agreed.

I finally trusted my legs not to buckle under me, and he set me down gently. He took a half-step back, still keeping his hands splayed on my ass, even with my feet firmly back on the ground.

I raked my gaze over him and didn't try to hide it—he was doing the same, and fair was fair. Tattoos swirled across his muscled chest and shoulders, begging me to trace them with a finger. His eyes were clear and bright, twinkling like stars in the darkness now that the haze had lifted for us both, at least somewhat.

He gave me a lazy, arrogant smile that sent a new wave of arousal through me. I prepared to pounce on him, but he dropped to his knees before I could. His hands slid around to my front, and the way he dragged his fingertips down my thighs had my toes curling.

I thought he'd make some sort of smug comment, but his expression had melted into something reverent. "Please?" he said. There was no need to explain what he was offering.

I sank to my knees too, wanting to be closer to him—and because I'd follow him anywhere, even just to the cave floor. "Only if I do, too," I said.

An emotion flickered across his face, something I couldn't read, as much as I wanted to. Then he kissed me again, gentle and unhurried, and I leaned back as he kissed his way down my body until he settled between my legs.

I lost count of the number of rounds that night, but we went until we were both spent. At the end of it, the magic flowed through me again, returning to the earth. I was too tired to notice much about it. But even so, the Spring Court magic continued its work of shifting and changing, making me different.

Dawn hadn't yet broken as the last of the magic faded and Rhys carded his fingers through my hair. I dozed off with my head on his chest.

[forest-hashira]

Fallon! Cosmic deity AU for you, Satoru and Suguru please 😊🤍

roxy!!

cosmic deity AU: who’s the personification of the sun? who’s the personification of the moon? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

ok so another moot sent me this post forever ago abt subverting sun coded and moon coded tropes, & this is the version i'm going with for this au!

suguru is the personification of the sun; warm and welcoming and usually gentle but with the potential for great - even overbearing - intensity. satoru is the personification of the moon; a light in the dark, brings people together from all walks of life, but only showing one face to the world. i'm the personification of the stars; a storyteller, a sign of hope, fits in almost everywhere yet still feels distant from everyone and frequently lonely.

now for headcanons!

all of our clothes look like they're make out of impossible materials: sugu's look like pure gold, toru's look like pure silver, mine look like diamond dust.

sometimes toru gets a little jealous that sugu & i are both stars; sometimes sugu gets a little jealous that toru and i share the night sky; sometimes i get a little jealous that they represent things so much bigger than me (on an individual level at least); but we always talk it out (& usually cuddle lmao)

we all have animal companions! toru's is a rabbit, sugu's is a crow, & mine is a bear cub.

AU selfship asks!

[petitmonde]

May Trope Mayhem Day 26: Isekai or transmigration

In which I could not resist a cliché for @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem.

Tags: Sashnetra, Anetra, Sasha Colby, RPDR s15, Isekai

Gravity always felt weird in the void, as if nothing tangible was tethered to anything in it. One step could feel like you were walking in water, the next on solid rock. Head held high, Anetra made her way towards the blue light.

Anetra opened her eyes. She was once again in the all too familiar void of darkness, illuminated by the blue crystals at the far end of the eternal Hallway of Rebirth. So, she had died. Again. She still wore the garb of a Hero, all of her weapons intact and where they were supposed to be.

One day, she'd learn not to get cocky fighting a high-ranking demon all on her own. That day wouldn't be today or the next. She never learnt not to dive head first into danger. There was no reason to, if she died, she would wake up here, talk to a god, then be on her merry way onto her next life.

Only to find someone who definitely was not the goddess she expected to be on the throne. On it sat a woman who could only be described as the sun. Long, black hair wrapped in a ponytail, adorned with jewels of gold and glitter. Green piercing eyes stared right into her soul, warm but distant at the same time. Skin that glistened like diamonds, the goddess barely wore anything that could be classified as clothes, putting everything on show. In her hand was a sceptre shaped like the sun.

The shock on Anetra's face must have amused the goddess.

"Welcome to the Hallway of Rebirth," the goddess' voice was loud and welcoming. She snorted and shook her head lightly. "No, that isn't right. It's welcome back, isn't it? You sure have been here a lot."

"I haven't seen you here before," Anetra said. She didn't dare speak out of turn. There was always a chance that this deity wasn't as kind as the others. "What happened to the Lady of the Moon?"

The goddess laughed at her. Yeah, no, she was an asshole. Anetra's initial faith in her was entirely misplaced, and along with it, any hope that she would help her.

"She's too busy running around with the Spirit of the Forest to take care of her duties, so here I am." The goddess raised her sceptre only to slam it down with a big thud. The action lit up the sun with a strong glow, replacing the blue that had preceded it. "I am the Goddess of the Sun, but you can call me Sasha."

Sasha didn't let Anetra get a word in. She clearly had a lot to say, and with a captive audience that had no option but to listen, she dug right in.

"I must say, you sure have died a lot. 237 times, wow, I'm almost sure that's a record. Is it recklessness? Incompetence? Or–" Sasha stretched the last syllable in taunt, "were you meeting someone here? Oh, right, right, you were, weren't you? I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you've been dumped."

"I've been... what?" None of the words that left Sasha's mouth made any sense. She didn't die on purpose. Most of the time.

"Dumped. Broken up with. Never to see her again. It's over. But that's not the only bad news you're getting today. I hate to diminish the work of a fellow god, but it truly is sloppy to revive the same person this many times."

"I see," Anetra sighed dejectedly. It was bound to happen at some point, only she didn't think she would get the news from a god she hadn't met before. "This is it, then?"

"Not quite. Seeing as I am a kind and benevolent goddess, I'll give you one more life in a new world, one without demons or monsters. You will never have to fight another troll again or worry when the Demon King's army is advancing on an innocent village."

Sasha tapped the ground with her sceptre once again. A ring formed around Anetra, trapping her in it.

Sasha continued, "as one last divine gift, you can make any one wish for something to bring to the new world. As soon as you speak it, the two of us will part."

An idea formed in Anetra's head. There was no telling what kind of world she would be sent to or what dangers that lurked, but with a companion, maybe it would be easier to get by.

"Anything?"

"Didn't I say so? Do hurry it up, please. I have other things to do than entertain a godchaser."

Anetra smirked. She knew exactly what she wanted to bring. "Then, I'm taking you with me."

"Wait, what... you can't do that–"

Another ring enveloped Sasha, lightning up and lifting her off the throne. In desperation, Sasha hit the invisible walls of the ring. "What the hell, you can't do that."

"I'll see you on the other side."

The last thing Anetra saw before she was enveloped in the light was Sasha's angry face yelling something she couldn't hear. She was sure to hear the other end of the rant once they both woke up wherever it was they were going.

[p-receh]

Sorry i'm bothering you again with the elements (sadly i'm not patient enough to wait for your boel post 😔)

One thing i find really fascinating is how certain elements get along better with specific kokotiam + certain fandom hcs that i adore

Halilintar despite butting heads with fang a couple times seems to get along/work with fang the most (granted this could be the cause of petir/hali being boi's go to elemental). Another fun hc that is.. kinda(?) Confirmed is that Hali and Ying do races

Taufan always seems to get along great with Yaya, we all know the infamous cookie episode but Taufan canonically likes baking and is actually pretty good at it! Some parts of the fandom also likes to believe that Yaya is just specifically bad at making cookies.

But is pretty good (at least edible) in other foods and pastries. Another reason why both can get along great is bcs taufan can fly so there was a moment where the fandom hc that Taufan and Yaya occasionally travel together and later cook/bake the cultural food they're at (pretty sure it was during 'Fly with Yaya' this hc was pretty big). Bonus: the rest of the kokotiam later on join these 2 on their travels

Blaze and by extension ANY of TTM get along great with Gopal

Ais also gets along great with Gopal

Duri seems to get along with anyone but we see more interaction of him and Fang

Solar is actually probably the only difficult one since we know the least about him and he has so little screentime and barely interacts with the rest of kokotiam T^T but there are 2 hcs

The first (and this was before Sori aka before we know hes an overthinker) is that hes really close with the girls. Him and Y&Y have a study group and/or occasional research sessions

The second is that hes close with Fang, granted this one is more of the fandom wanting that Sun and Moon / light and dark being close trope (to the point between the elements, solar was a favored elemental to be ship be-it platonically or romantically with fang)

Gempa is the only exception. He gets along with everyone, probably has smth to do with him being the most like regular boi

P.S i know all the elements get along with all of Kokotiam (they are all boi after all)

HOLY-THAT'S A LONG ONE! 👀

Yeah yeah, my bad anon for keep you waiting.

I'm honestly so disappointed at myself that I missed so many things during my absence.😔

But anyway, yeah. I noticed all Kokotiam (or Kokotaim? I personally prefer the former one ^^') gang already know each of the elementals and they already make bonds outside of TV and comic series. Hence why we got so many small strip comics and official images like these

And this also goes back to my previous rants about elementals in this post.

Uwaaa makes me jealous to all people know this sooner T_T

[stepswordsen]

JuAli WIP doodles

So, I'm just gonna post my old JuAli doodles from November ~ April. Obsessed with them. I've been thinking about them non-stop. Judar is wearing traditional Chinese hanfu in these :) 

Here's my JuAli doodles for now <3 They're pretty messy, so I'll put them under the cut. Also I'm putting my thought rambles under the cut too. They’re snippets of thoughts I had, including ones with friends, feel free to read them if you’re curious!

Some rambles

I was considering whether I should post my JuAli doodles since I usually prefer to keep my art account for finished arts only, but I wanted to show my love for them. I still have to refine and redraw these tbh, but I'm excited to work on these in the future! 

I also didn’t know whether to post these rambles under my art or make a new post on my side blog. Well. It’s going here now. I’ll post the rest of my sketches and another rambles in another post 

The first two Judar in hanfu doodles are some of my fave drawings ever. I really want to finish this one soon...

I think Judar has red eyeliner in the manga, and the Magi anime has Judar's eyeshadow as purple? In Ohtaka's coloured arts, it looks like a more saturated red colour to me.

I like Judar with red eyeliner/eyeshadow like how Ohtaka colours in the manga. I like how the colours pop and the contrast against his design, and how it matches his red eyes. Also cuz black and red are his image/representative colours to me anyways

I want Judar to wear black, white, red, and gold hanfu... I’ve also been looking into hanfu earrings for him. I'm thinking of red and gold. I want him to have red eyeliner and black painted fingernails.

Also, in the future, I'd also like to draw Desi inspired Alibaba wearing kurta with churidar!

Some thoughts on JuAli

I love how my friends described them as besties and one-sided enemies/worsties dynamic (from Judar’s end lmfao), it’s soooo funny. I feel like they’d have a sort of Love-Hate relationship at first, like when you hate someone so much it’s love...

My friend mentioned that because Alibaba is so different and the complete opposite of him, it makes sense he doesn’t understand it, but it only shows that he’s curious and that deep inside he wants to know.

And Judar would just constantly be like “I really don't get this guy at all” and “I don't understand what he's thinking at all!” Like how he was with Alibaba on the Dark continent. I think it’s interesting how he recognized that Alibaba has qualities that draw people to him, but just couldn't understand why.

I love their Fire and Ice duality. Light/Darkness. Angel/Devil. Hot and Cold. Enemies to Lovers. They’d bicker and kiss and make out. Twink on twink violence is their love language /lh

I feel like in the early stages of them catching feelies they’d both be really awkward around each other and constantly headbutt each other… They'd always be pretty competitive with each other, but they'd warm up to each other over time.

I love their setup, I’m obsessed with them and their vibes. They’re so funny and cute… I love their dynamic, their vibes are impeccable. I could sense the sen-core with them, I love them so much.

I awaken to my final form. Meow meow mf x Empathetic, loving ball of sunshine… It's the sen-core ship formula: meow meow mf x ball of sunshine. Morally questionable/morally bankrupt x morally agreeable <3

Also I love Light/Darkness, Yin/Yang and Sun/Moon/Eclipse themed ships. And Rivals/Enemies to Lovers. Opposites contrast :)

I love Opposites Attract ships that are also combined with any of these tropes: Narrative parallelism (Yin/Yang, Light/Darkness, Sun/Moon/Eclipse tropes), Protagonist x Rival/Antagonist/Opposing Figure, Reconciliation of Opposites, Fated Enemies/Rivals, etc.

Sen-core characters/ships: being a menace to A) the world and/or B) their rival/enemy/lover.

Alibaba is the sun, and Judar’s leitmotif is the black sun (just like Douman). And he’s also technically the moon. One of my friends told me she sees him with Eclipse symbolism, which is really interesting.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Hi, there! I'd like to send in a romantic matchup request for Twisted Wonderland if they are still open

I suppose you can call me Willow. Appearance-wise I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman (She/her and they/them pronouns please). I have wavy black hair that just reaches below my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual (demisexual?)

Personality traits: Calm, collected, polite, quiet, shy (but that can easily be mistaken for being brooding or done with everyone's shit (they aren't entirely wrong about the latter)) (someone told me I radiate black cat energy), not very facially expressive (I'm the most emotional unemotional person I know), a good listener, hardworking (I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out), intelligent (especially with numbers),

Hobbies: Making art, reading, writing, animating (I'm relatively new to animation. I don't know what I'm doing most of the time, but I'm still having fun), basically anything creative. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia, and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours, and overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

Likes: Classical music, lofi hip-hop, indie rpgs (Yume Nikki and Off have me in a chokehold, though not as tight as Obey Me, Court of Darkness, and Twisted Wonderland), tea, creative outlets

Dislikes: Cruelty, anyone who would dare to threaten my family or friends, loud noises, red meat (The texture is too much for me to handle), bright lights

What qualities do you look for in a partner? It may not look like it on the surface, but I'm a huge softie, I'd like anyone who I can feel safe talking to. They don't need to be perfect, I just need them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I also would not tolerate it if my partner belittles me or if they're just rude for no apparent reason

My love languages include making art for them and spending quality time

How do you want to receive affection? As I stated before, I would like them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I would also like physical touch and words of affirmation, but I can't guarantee I'll know how to react to that at first 🥲. It's gonna take some time for me to get used to it

My favourite trope would be hurt/comfort

As for who I would like to be shipped with, I don't really have a preference, but I would prefer if you didn't ship me with the staff

Hi, Willow! Ah, your match waits for you, waiting for you to take his hand...

Malleus Draconia

Malleus will always offer you a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen to you. He may not always have an answer to everything that may be troubling you, but he is there to listen. “My beloved, what is weighing so heavy in your mind?”

His words of affirmation are not flowery, but they are still filled with love despite the straightforwardness at times. “I enjoy spending time with you, as you seem to do so with I. Shall we do this again tomorrow?” *translation: Please go on a date with me.

He is very respectful about personal space, and the process may feel agonizingly slow at first. He would give you a small bow and place a kiss on the back of your hand, holding out his arm for you to take for when the two of you are out and about. In private he would braid your hair, and he wouldn’t be opposed to you braiding his.

Malleus understands that not everyone would see you as you are, mistaking your quiet nature as something more brooding, something that he is familiar with. He appreciates your qualities, finding them comforting, just please take breaks when you’re working on something.

Is fascinated with your animations, and art in general, just please don’t let him touch the device you’re making it on. “You made this? It’s beautiful.” But he wouldn’t be looking at the piece, instead, he’d be looking at you.

He would love to spend an evening, sitting together, and reading. He has rested his head on your lap on more than one occasion, just be careful about the horns.

Ah, you enjoy classical music? Malleus will play your favourite pieces; mainly violin and cello. Finds lo fi hip hop comforting, and very much like you.

Malleus takes instant notice of things that make you uncomfortable. Bright lights? Now everything is cast in a gentle glow. Loud noises? Consider it removed [cough, Sebek, cough]. 

He would be interested in the different types of salwar-kameez that you have; be it style, pattern, or colour. He would ask if you would like one made from the finest fabrics that Twisted Wonderland has to offer. Will you accept?

“My beloved, you are by far the greatest treasure that fate has brought my way.”

I hope you enjoy your match, Willow! Let's just pretend that Chapter 7 isn't happening. Will you accept the fae prince's hand? (also, Happy Pride Month [from an aroace]. Love your art and writing and felt called out.)

[amrv-5]

HELLO ! 3 & 26 👀?

HELLO ALLISON!!!! saved this one for last yaaaay and THANK YOU!!! For the ask!! and also sorry for the length had a realization about a recurrent image of mine in the answering process LOL

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Ouuugh LOVE this question. tricky… fascinating… a little self-conscious, too… get 2 know me thru my Recurrent Themes….. hope the general opinion’s good LMAO. 

I DO think I have very transparent recurring concerns, probably most centrally the theme (stated very directly in S2G2) “There were some things a person could fix, and others one had to live with the best they could.” Obviously, in my MASH fic, that theme tends to be doing the work of mitigating an underlying philosophical pessimism (hard, as Hawk frequently repeats, to feel good in a world where people frequently do bad) with the intentional search for joy and compassion at an individual level… and also, perhaps even more obviously, is trying to perturb a dominant ideology of cure particularly in re: Hawk—not upset the concept of cure, necessarily, but interrogate it, at least. 

In terms of more specific details / images that recur: quality/quantity/angle/shape/color of light is big, especially in Big Impact moments. I always seem to be giving somebody a big beautiful terracotta/clementine-orange sun to look at. Original fiction and fan fiction both has this as an enduring image for some reason. Lovvveee, also, light on the water, or lack of light on water, or shadows stretching over the water, blocking the light — lack of light below water, even. Light and the way it plays… Uhhhh I’d say I’ve got a transparent transcendentalist bent which frequently avails itself in the aforementioned light moments, but also in a tendency towards (???) what I guess I’ll call a universalizing moment. Lots of my work ends (or nearly ends) with a moment where the POV drags abruptly outwards to position the characters in the context of both lived experience and a broader global connection to humanity / earth / nature, etc. If this sounds insane I’ve got clearly identifiable examples: 

Aspirin or Sorrow: “Taxes, I guess,” he said, and when Hawkeye laughed, the sound whipped away with the wind, out over the Pacific’s shining sunlit surface and its submerged darknesses, where all manner of the alien and unknowable lurked.

S2G2: “West,” Hawkeye said, remembering flying over the Sea of Japan, wondering where, exactly, Henry’s plane had fallen, winging out over the Pacific, its vaulted darknesses, its crushed-glass glimmer spreading to the horizon as the sun set behind him, and, strangely, realizing it would soon enough rise again in front of him, feeling himself abruptly and frighteningly removed from the typical terrestrial cycle of time and place, moving above it all, above everything, as his plane flew through an ink void, no stars or moon or light, no sound but the droning of an engine taking him from one place to another. 

BJ tilted his head against Hawkeye’s, their temples aligned. Together they looked back along the Earth’s spin, falling endlessly east, movement predefined, inescapable. 

Sailed Calmly On: Soon he’d be seeing the last of Maine for a long while as their plane rose over the coast—he could already picture the shining gold networks of city lights in the dark dimming and then disappearing as they broke through the clouds and sailed above a sea of rolling nothingness, his father receding below and behind until they’d again be separated by the width of the continent. 

And so on. If anybody knows why I keep doing these things I welcome the insight. What else. Food and love, reading in parallel, domesticity being part and parcel with intimacy, uhh open windows for some reason, aural landscapes particularly with a focus on—wtf. Realizing in real time I mention rain/waves/showers in soundscape a lot, just as in all of the above little moments I mention the ocean / sea / coast / usually I talk about the Pacific… And two of my fics are partially themed around a poem about an unnoticed drowning. And Hawk, I’m remembering, both imagines swimming into the Muscongus Bay as a means to an end and refers to an emotional episode as a typhoon. Uhhh SCO's too-on-the-nose boat metaphor, and boat painting. Hawk's shadow on the water. Hawk and the riptide. I’m sure this recurs other places I’m forgetting. Huh. well THERE’S the real recurrent image I guess??? Water??? I don’t shut the fuck up about water ever I guess????

Hm. And that's me from the only triply-landlocked state in the union. The most water I saw in one place before college was at the YMCA. Odd.

Anyway. LMAO thank you this was fun!!!!! Also intrigued if anybody who reads this thinks I’ve covered the Marks of a Parker Original or if there’s something glaring (like the water, until the end) that I’m missing. 

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

OH. also fascinating. I’m gonna say… I think at this moment I’d be more intrigued by a No Dialogue fic. Both because I think the play-format fic I did is close to dialogue-only, and because I think it’d be really fun to write something where all communication is nonverbal—how to imbue touch/action with meaning in a way that’s really legible in text without coming right out and explicating intent in the descriptions… I think it’d be fun to try!!! Picturing like. Some sort of vaguely sleepy PWP thing where everybody’s too tired to talk but there’s plenty of intentional movement and silent communication… ESPECIALLY interesting for Beejhawk, imo, ‘cause they so rarely go quiet….

[tm1o-a]

#𝐓𝐌𝟏𝐎! › a 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄'𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄, and hub for 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄'𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒. mostly a testing ground for possible muses! rules & credits under the cut. trained by 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 / 𝐒𝐂𝐏. 27 years old, italian, any pronouns.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋. all sideblogs: will follow from this one. ecliidse › nanu from pokémon sun&moon tapumana › the four tapus from pokémon sun&moon backstatiion › ingo from pokémon legends: arceus truebeginnings › trainer red, sun&moon timeline centred ( to be fixed ) saiirensa › team rocket grunt original character ( huge work in progress ) olimdise › professor sada and professor turo, scarlet&violet ( remaking ) cfjacks › pokémon verse for handsome jack ( on its own account, remaking )

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒. team umbra admin OC MIANFEI team umbra enforcer OC FIRETRUCK ( might be moved ) eterian detective OC HUMBERT ( will be moed ) generation one's glitch ZZAZZ ( will be moved ) sun&moon's PROFESSOR KUKUI scarlet&violet's GYM LEADER LARRY scarlet&violet's ARVEN xy's PROFESSOR SYCAMORE

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

o1. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋. common etiquette applies: BE RESPECTFUL! that’s pretty much all i ask for. as mentioned above i’m LOW ACTIVITY and won’t be super present. i will always reply, sooner or later, but expect long times! i’m NON-MUTUAL FRIENDLY, but i do tend to be a little selective with who i roleplay with. remember that MUN AND MUSES ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE, and what they think or do might not reflect what i would think or do.

o2. 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 & 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. the prompts lists i reblog NEVER EXPIRE, and you don’t have a cap on how many you can send me! SEND AS MANY AND AS OFTEN AS YOU WISH, regardless of how “old” the list is, with or without plotting! any questions are always welcome, both ic and ooc! just please make it clear if you’re talking to me or my muses, especially if you’re going for a heavy hitting question or statement.

o3. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒. my turns usually get really long: i tend to write multi-para and novella, and often don’t use any icon and minimal formatting. DON’T WORRY ABOUT MATCHING MY LENGTH OR STYLE. write as much as you like, being it more or less than me, and use any graphic you wish, i have no problems at all! i only ask you to write at least enough for me to work with on my next turn, so a couple of lines at least, and to keep the formatting readable. IF I NEED TO MODIFY ANYTHING, LET ME KNOW! i have no problems in modifying or straight up rewriting a turn. i’m open to roleplay pretty much anything, from the light and fun ideas to extremely delicate and dark topics, but i’m not interested in smut, as it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

o4. 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. i don’t require it for us to roleplay, but I ADORE IT! from pre-established relationships to entire plots to develop and roleplay together, if you have an idea, throw it at me! i’m open to have multiple plots with each character, and even with the same person: if there is something i love roleplaying for, is to see how differently things can evolve based on circumstances! basically, i just enjoy putting together ideas and writing, haha. so never fear of throwing ideas at me, i have never enough of them!

o5. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. while it is not a main focus for me, i easily get invested in ships and enjoy writing them! I GLADLY EXPLORE ALMOST ANY KIND OF SHIPS, unrequited and one night stands included. for toxic relationships i INSIST we plot it beforehand, and set our boundaries before writing absolutely anything about it. i ship characters that have some alchemy and am a big fan of slow-burns, unfortunately for me, so those are the ones that i’ll prefer. I’M NOT INTERESTED IN THE CHEATER TROPE, SO ANY NEW SHIP WILL BE IN ITS OWN TIMELINE. i do roleplay some suggestive but am highly selective with who i write it with. SMUT MAKES ME EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE, so i avoid it entirely.

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒. avatar is an official decidueye sprite from the games. decidueye pixel art in header by ahruon. art in header and dividers by melissa lee on art station. edits by me.

[crimsongrimoire]

what are some of your favorite tropes sentences sayings phrases reoccurring processions of words in fics, either to read or write? Specifically like how in my opinion "fuck me until I can't X" and "nestled until they fell asleep" have such vibes?

and, are there any that you want to throw right in the trash? Like how "fuck my womb" makes my stomach feel moist (derogatory)

i haven't read much of anything fic wise in a While but some things stick with you idk. I could ctrl + f through my fics to find in depth stuff regarding writing but ill just go off the cuff

Good™️:

the ones mentioned are also extremely good actually. the vibes are there

i was actually thinking the other night about how weirdly horny the word ache is? i have no idea how to articulate it. it just Is. throb also. the vibes.

"come over here and do something about it" about literally anything

usage of the phrase "getting [one's] knees dirty" in the context of like. oral. hear me out. there's something about it

pay attention/eyes on me/look at me kind of stuff. the inherent homoeroticism of redirecting the attention of the object of your affections idk

one calling the other Theirs to a third party

for a non horny one, "you really don't need to worry about me" / "I DONT CARE IF I NEED TO IM GOING TO CAUSE YOU CLEARLY DONT! BE CAREFUL!!"

for klk specifically. light/dark symbolism. sun/moon symbolism. star symbolism. drives me insane affectionate

"keep moaning my name like that" and related phrases

i never feel like i do them enough justice consistently to have posted one but like. soft aftercare is so everything

shovel talks are endearing tbh. as with anything it depends on the execution but like conceptually i like them

"I beg your pardon?" / "then beg" is it cheesy and kinda dumb. for sure. however. it's funny

trash:

that one too, mostly because. like. that aint how that works. that would Hurt. and any talk of pregnancy really. "im gonna knock you up" type shit. like... just. don't. it's not sexy, esp as someone who doesn't want kids nor the ability to have them really its just. why... i don't get what's sexy about it. and the fact that oftentimes it's never been something tagged in consideration of. like yall have fun however that kills my investment and would likely make me wish i didn't start whatever I was reading. cringe inducing at best

hot take: yanderes as a general concept. always has been severely not my thing. everyone have fun, i honestly just find it annoying. immediate filter out of any results of whatever im looking at, full stop. there's a handful in some games and such i like and i straight up ignore those characters unironically I have zero time for that in my life. i bring it up cause it tends to be shoehorned into like ANY big weeby fandom SOMEWHERE

ngl it's hard to think of specific phrases i really haven't read anything in a while. i personally dislike the word chuckle idk. i don't mind seeing it places but it feels weird in my own writing. same goes for Most Words For Pussy, The Biggest Reason Why I Haven't Written Basically Any Femslash, All The Words Just Suck And It Feels Weird.

minor grammatical pet peeve actually. slightly bothered when dialogue tags are misused. like. "dialogue," she smiled. putting an expression after a comma rather than articulating anything about how it was said at all. like either close the statement and have that be unrelated or add some kind of other descriptor to the speech. slight but noticeable to me