#he's like a snow angel so he has big white wings

[santaasi]

stay

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

summary: james potter's life doesn't make sense without you

warnings: pure angst, death of the main character, no use of y/n, english isn’t my first language

word count: 1.7k

a/n: part 2 of waiting for you

THE WORLD HAS STOPPED. In a second, the world of James Potter stopped completely concentrating only on you. You were lying on the bed among the lacy white sheets. So beautiful, pale and innocent. Like the first snowdrop peeking out from under a thick crust of snow after a cold, hard winter.

James took an unsteady step towards the bed. Then another one. And one more. You were asleep. He could hear you breathing in that cold crypt-like room. And your chest was slowly rising and falling. He saw your breathing, didn't he? It wasn't an illusion. You were just sleeping. His angel was just sleeping.

A sob escaped Dorcas's lips and James turned a frown on her. She shook her head, pressing a hand to her mouth, stopping quiet cries. What does it mean? Why is Dorcas crying? James didn't understand anything, but that strange oppressive feeling that had arisen as soon as he stepped into the room was still felt all over his body.

"Hey, angel. Why are you sleeping at lunch?" James chuckled, sitting down on the bed. Dorcas tried to touch his shoulder, but he pushed her hand aside, focusing all his attention only on you.

"Angel, come on, wake up. I brought your favorite mints from Honeydukes... you looked so sad today.… And I decided... I decided..." James's voice began to tremble, and a lump stuck in his throat. It couldn't be true.

"Angel, don't joke like that. Please. Open your eyes," the guy whispered, running his gaze over your marble face, on which there was not even a shadow of a smile. You looked as still as a broken doll discarded on the floor, your face a beautiful ruin as James brushed your hair gently away. Your arms lay lifelessly against chest, like broken wings.

"Hey, A-Angel... open those beautiful eyes of yours... come on... open those big beautiful eyes for me... d-don't scare me like that, angel. Don't do this..." James quickly mumbled, grabbing your stone cold hand, lifting your body and pressing it to his chest.

You were cold. Colder than graveyard. But you've always been cold, haven't you? James always had to give you his scarf or gloves when you two went out to Hogsmeade. You were always cold, so it didn't mean anything. But have you ever been so still? So artificial and deathly pale?

"Angel, please…" James pushed you a little away from his chest, peering into your empty face, and you hung lifelessly in his arms. Your head is thrown back, and your hands have fallen on his lap. James's breathing accelerated and he immediately touched your cheek, shaking you slightly, forcing you to wake up. Hoping that you will wake up. But it didn’t work out.

"No-no-no-no… Angel, come on, say something. Don't do this. Don't leave me. No. Nah-ah. Please. Wake up. It's me. I-I... your Jamie... your Potter... your Gerrrronimo… Come on. You can't leave me, angel," the first sob escaped James's lips, and with it came the realization… His angel was dead.

James Potter felt it. From the beginning he felt that there was something wrong with you. He felt like you were distancing yourself from him and avoiding him at all cost. He saw the light in your eyes slowly go out. And heard rumors that went around Hogwarts... but James Potter never believed the rumors. He knew you. He knew that you would have come to him if something had happened. But he was wrong.

His forehead touched yours, which was as cold as ice. Through a vale of tears, he looked at you so beautiful and calm, so alive and at the same time dead. James tucked a strand of silky hair behind your ear and his hand touched your cheek, stroking gently.

"You should have told me... you should have..." James whispered softly, feeling his heart slowly struggling in his chest, echoing with the sound of a metronome in his ears. Tears were running down his reddened cheeks. And he still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that you were gone.

"I would do anything for you… Angel, do you hear? I would do anything for you.… I'd die for you if you'd just give me a chance.… One small chance" James didn't recognize his voice. He heard it as if from somewhere far away, under a layer of ice in the cold water of the Arctic ocean, sinking deeper to the bottom with every passing second.

You're gone.

You're gone.

You're gone.

"James," Sirius whispered softly, sitting down next to best friend. James just shook his head. He won't let you go. Not now. Never. To let you go was to admit that you were gone. And James Potter couldn't do that.

James inhaled the scent of your vanilla shampoo, which after so many years by your side seemed to surround him wherever he went. He pressed your body closer to him. His fingers tangled in your soft hair, and quiet sobs came from his lips. He could feel how your body was getting colder and colder by the second.

James Potter felt the red thread that connected your lives slowly thinning and losing its color. With every passing second, you felt like sand, grain by grain, spilled through his fingers and James Potter couldn't catch and hold you. For the first time in his life, you were in his arms, but he couldn't catch you.

"No! No! NO!" James felt Sirius's hands on his shoulders, forcing him to let you go. Black was saying something, but James couldn't hear anything. He was in his own world. In a world where you were still there. With him.

"Angel, wake up, please wake up… I'll do anything... I'll throw away that ugly T-shirt that we bought at the flea market... And I-I will listen to all The Beatles records with you! I will learn every single song by heart! Just wake up… just stay with me, please" James felt himself slowly being pulled away from you. He could feel how you slipped through his fingers. How the cold start devouring him from the inside. James could hear sobs, sighs and murmurs filling the room. But none of that mattered.

"I... I'm not going to make pranks on you anymore, angel... I-I... I'm going to buy your favorite mints every day! I'll do anything, wake up, just wake up! Don't leave me!" James's voice broke.

He didn't hear anything, trying his best to remember your voice. He didn't feel like several hands were pulling him away from you, remembering only the touch of your fingers on his skin. And he saw nothing in front of his eyes, except a veil of tears and shared memories that quickly flashed before his eyes. The first smile you gave him when he let your cat down from the tree. The twinkle in your eyes that you've always looked at James with. Your soft skin. Big eyes that seemed to look straight into his soul and heart. Moles, the location of which he knew by heart. The freckles that appeared on the bridge of your nose only in summer and that James could admire for hours. Your hair, which always didn't lie the way you wanted it to. There was an image of you in front of his eyes that he would never see... hear... feel... touch… again.

James Potter fell to his knees exhausted, watching as Miss Pomfrey touches the soft skin of your neck and tries to feel your pulse. James saw her face turn pale in an instant, she pursed her lips and shook her head, looking at someone behind Potter. The room fell silent, and from the depths of James's soul came a brutal animalistic scream of realization and pain that came with it.

James screamed, pounded his fists on the wooden floor, smashing them into blood, buried his fingers in his hair, clutching them in his fists, trying to make himself feel something other than grief. He clung to the robe of Minnie, who sank down next to him, motherly hugging him to her chest, while he was crying his soul out uncontrollably, feeling as if a part of him had died with her. Feeling his whole world turn to ruins and dust.

And then it was all over. He heard Minnie whisper something in his ear, saw the wave of her wand in front of his eyes and there was... void.

An all-consuming, hopeless black void consisting of your laughter, smiles, shining eyes and memories that have turned into pain because there will be no more new ones.

Just like there will be no more of you.

And there will be no more of James Potter either.

You were his everything. And without you, nothing in his life made any sense. And if you were next to him, in this dark cage that he built for himself. You would become the moon and stars for him, who could light his way and lead him the right path, as you have done a million times before.

But you were gone.

And there was no sun, moon, or stars.

And James Potter accepted it as soon as he opened his eyes in a hospital bed at Hogwarts. He accepted it when he carefully packed your things in the dorm in boxes, imagining that this was the last day of school and he was helping you, as he did every year. He accepted it when he was sitting in the library after dinner, looking out the window at the setting sun, imagining that you were sitting next to him and telling him another silly fact about Muggles. He accepted it when he watched your body being buried six feet under, and thought about how you wanted to live next to the sea and meet the sunrises on the beach. James Potter accepted your death when he closed the door of his house with a soft knock after returning from your wake from the house opposite.

But every night, when he went to bed, he cuddled the old brown teddy bear that you gave him when you found out that it was difficult for him to cope with nightmares. He would close his bloodshot eyes and see your face, hear your ringing laughter, feel your fingers in his hair....And he didn't need anything else in this life.

And every night, a minute before he had to return to reality where you were gone, he quietly whispered "Stay" to you, hoping that when he opened his eyes, he would go out into the backyard of his house and see you with a smile on your face.

He hoped that he would see you waiting for him.

You’ve always been waiting only for James Potter.

you asked for it, you got it. honestly, I still don't know how I feel about this sequel, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway! you can always share your opinion in comments or my inbox :3

thankx for reading <3

- your santi 🪐

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[meownotgood]

ok now u got me thinking. aki coming back as the Cold devil. or the Winter devil. or the Snow Storm devil. and he looks the same as he did when he was human but his irises are like a powder blue and there’s always snow in his hair and his lashes. and contrast that with falling in love with you again who he thinks of as so warm and kind and loving….. thawing him….. much to think about - 🍊

the same year the gun devil was eliminated, japan experienced a particularly hard winter season — perhaps that's why he was reborn as the snow devil. when he first opened his eyes, he was met with a dark and cloudy sky, he could hear the lull of the ocean, his ears were still ringing from the hum of a chainsaw and the only thing he can remember is his first name, and particularly not his last.

public safety is quick to follow through on the reports of a humanoid-looking devil wandering the outskirts of hokkaido, leaving a trail of frozen water and dead trees in his path. upon capturing him, since he seemed to not pose much of a threat, he's escorted to the headquarters in tokyo rather than slain.

once the devil gets there, he's apathetic, quiet. doesn't speak unless spoken to. his skin is pale, his lips are chapped, his eyes are a pretty shade of blue and his eyelashes are pure white. he'd pass as a human if it wasn't for the twist of icicles sticking out from his head like horns, covering his hair and his shoulders in tiny droplets of snow, or for the intricate marks on his skin, faint tattoos in the shape of snowflakes.

he looks familiar. like someone who's face was in the obituaries a while ago.

in the mail, you get an unexpected letter from public safety. it includes train tickets, and it's telling you to come to tokyo on urgent business. the minute you've arrived, some devil hunters explain the situation: you need to have a look at this devil — the snow storm devil — and tell them everything you might know about it.

of course, you've never heard of such a thing before. you don't know anything about devils, how are you supposed to give them any valuable information? but when the hunters unlock the cell for you, when you take a step inside and they tell you, don't worry, just keep your distance and you won't get hurt right as they flick the lights on, you realize exactly why you were called here.

it's him.

it's aki, this devil looks exactly like aki, his hair is long and dark and messy, he's got the same face as aki and the same voice as aki when he opens his mouth to ask who you are. he doesn't get to finish his sentence and tell you how damn familiar you look to him because you're already running over, reaching out to touch him even though the devil hunters are yelling at you from the other side of the door, telling you it's too dangerous.

and his skin is cold, he's freezing. you grip his hands, you wrap your arms around him and hug him and it's aki.

aki isn't sure why, but right then, he feels like crying. he's felt nothing but coldness since he came to this place, but you feel so, so warm. his heart twists in his chest, he hugs you back even though he doesn't really know why. he could kill you, he could press his palm to your back and watch you freeze until you're nothing but dust and ice. but he doesn't.

he holds you close, he breathes frost-filled air into the nape of your neck. his body shakes, you mutter into his ear that you've missed him. you pull away, and there's a look in his eyes that's familiar, it's one you've always known.

and yet, when you nervously ask him if he knows who you are, if he remembers you, aki answers honestly, and it's the most the devil has ever spoken: "I don't. But I feel like I should. I'm sorry."

[dejwrld]

CHOSOIST PRESENTS....LET'S PLAY W/ DEJA #KINKTOBER

of the words of berleezy, i'm a gamer...i do this. the do in question is thirst and thinking about getting bent over by your favorite video game characters. deciding to mix this year's (technically my first every kinktober) up and step away from my animanga roots. so ladies, gents, & non-binaries angels, this year's kinktober is dedicated to some of my favorite video game characters. — TAG LIST FORM

𝐋𝐄𝐓❜𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒

OCTOBER 2ND-OCTOBER 7TH

( F*CK JOEL MILLER, LITERALLY ) 🎮 JOEL MILLER X FIREFLIES MEMBER!READER

— after a quite interesting run in with joel and ellie, you're stuck with them through the long journey to ensure ellie get to the fireflies in one piece. through bickering and nearly getting them killed, with a bottle of old whiskey and the moonlight shining down on you—joel miller shows you just how much he hate your guts.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, firefly!reader, power dynamic, mentions of reader technically being held hostage by joel, mean dom!joel, oral (m.receiving), profanity, reader literally has the smartest & dirtiest mouth, age gap between reader and joel but nothing too big, alcohol consumption, spit usage, takes place during 1st tlou game, reader & ellie banter

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( DEMON TIME) 🎮 INCUBUS!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X READER

— game synopsis: your boyfriend has been quite neglectful when it comes to your needs. not particularly being the best book boyfriend similar to the books you've read. but the one demon that visits you in your dreams seem to give you everything you need.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of reader having a boyfriend, doggystyle, unprotected sex, dirty talk (simon calls reader a slut), mentions of wet dreams, pillow humping, monsterfucking, mentions of simon having horns

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OCTOBER 9TH-OCTOBER 14TH

( GUARDIAN ANGEL ) 🎮 GUARDIAN ANGEL!SEPHIROTH X READER

— game synopsis: he's been your guardian angel since you were sixteen years old. protecting you from danger you didn't see coming, but now that you're slowly wanting space from him—he makes it his mission to remind you who you belong to until you take your final breath.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, slight enemies to fuckers, reader somewhat purposely put herself in danger, possessive!sephiroth, mentions of sephiroth having pretty white wings, mating press position, cream pies, mentions of soul ties,

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( COLD AS ICE ) 🎮 SUB ZERO!KUAI LIANG X SIREN!READER

— being the handmaiden of the grandmaster of the lin kuei has its perks. although you feel like an odd one out in a winter storm, your bond with the cold grandmaster seems familiar. as if you've experienced it before.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, takes place in the mortal kombat timeline where kuai liang is the lin kuei grandmaster, clit play, ice play, temperature play, mentions of reader & kuai being multi timeline lovers, reader has siren powers, fingering, edging, slight exhibitionism,

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OCTOBER 16TH-21ST

( BIG BAD WOLF ) 🎮 BIGBY WOLF X RED RIDING HOOD!READER

— game synopsis: bigby wolf has to juggle being the sheriff holding the fables together in the busy city of new york, but now a former prey returns to the city stirring up trouble & bigby's primal past.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of folklores, marking kink, blood kink, primal kink, mentions of infidelity (bigby is dating snow/snow white), takes place after first the wolf among us game (spoilers may be included), cunt slaps, witty nicknames being said during intercourse (reader calls bigby the big bad wolf), reader is new in town, slight established relationship between bigby & reader

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OCTOBER 31ST

🎮 BONUS PLAYTHROUGHS

⸻ short game plays to savor your sweet tooth from your favorite halloween candy

— ellie williams x reader, trick n treat ( fem reader, oral [reader receiving], dirty talk, thigh marks )

— jin sakai x reader ( female reader, arranged marriage trope, virginity lost )

— leon kennedy x reader ( female reader, doggy style position, marijuana usage )

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I have MORE WINTER STUFF IDEAS

Your blog gives me life, forgive 🙏👍

Building a snowman!!!!!!!

Like, going through the whole process. Unsure what memories can be shared between both Legacy and normal Ajax so you teach him how to make one anyway.

Rolling the snow to make a decently big snowball, and building it up from there. You also let him unleash that creativity and decorate the snowman. It comes out looking... strange, as in it's oddly creative in ways unfamiliar to humans, because cmon he's an abyss monster, he has different mental images for inspiration. But it's horribly endearing at the same time. (You totally snap a photo with a Kamera. Or a few. Or multiple. Turns out making a winter album/diary isn't that bad of an idea.)

Also I leave you with the delightful image of Legacy making a terrifyingly huge snow angel on his back and chittering happily. Adorable lil mothman. :D

YESSSSS WINTER FLUFF IS MY BREAD AND BUTTER I LOVE WINTERTIME

listen, Foul Legacy ADORES snow. he loves playing in it, catching snowflakes on his tongue, watching snow fall from indoors, everything about it. so it's no surprise when he happily darts outside during the first snow of winter, romping and spinning around until he falls in a dizzy heap, letting out delighted clicks and chitters. you're almost as overjoyed as he is- Liyue doesn't get a lot of snow- and before long you're teaching Legacy how to build a snowman, you with gloved hands and he with his claws. the end result is not like any snowman you've ever seen, but you like the flowing shapes and edges better, in all honesty, steadying your hand to take a photo as Legacy excitedly nuzzles against you and purrs

he also adores burying himself in snow, just completely vanishing under a blanket of white. you're not sure how, maybe it's a side effect of being in the Abyss for so long, but he can also SLEEP like that, snoozing away under the snow while you're wondering where he went. it's only when you nudge the suspiciously Foul Legacy-sized mound that he shifts, rumbling sleepily and stretching his arms as he shakes snow from his wings. and of course the snow made him a bit chilly, so he gently nudges you inside until you're sitting beside the fireplace, Legacy curling around you and snuggling his head against your lap with a drowsy trill until you fall asleep with him <33

[tomorrowxtogether]

Tomorrow X Together are rebels with a cause in first-look photos for Minisode 3: Tomorrow

From rebellious rockers to fairytale princes, there’s no concept that Tomorrow X Together can’t pull off. 

The K-Pop group (pronounced ‘Tomorrow By Together,’ or TXT for short) is officially back with its sixth mini-album Minisode 3: Tomorrow, and to celebrate, Entertainment Weekly is exclusively revealing five never-before-seen concept photos that highlight Soobin, Huening Kai, Taehyun, Beomgyu, and Yeonjun’s versatile style. 

The snapshots are part of the group’s "Ethereal" and "Romantic" photo concepts for the album, each of which, Taehyun tells EW, “distinctly encompasses a unique story and emotion that we wanted to deliver visually through Minisode 3: Tomorrow.”

They’re also completely different from one another aesthetically. The "Romantic" photoshoot draws upon Snow White-inspired imagery with the quintet's dreamy outfits, while their "Ethereal" snapshots turn TXT into modern-day rock stars — complete with their own winged guitars, amps, and big rig. Minisode 3: Tomorrow's final two concepts — "Light" and "Promise" — further expand upon the group's artistry as they're seen outfitted in ballet slippers, angel wings, and crowns.

“We wanted to [experiment] with a diverse range of fashion styles,” Yeonjun says. “I think, at this point in time, one of our greatest strengths as a band is our versatility, not only in music and performances but also in aesthetics, which we always aim to absorb and make our own.” 

And yes, in case you were wondering, those winged guitars were seriously hefty. “During the 'Ethereal' version concept shoot, I was surprised by the weight of the guitar!” Beomgyu recalls. “It was quite cold on set, and I thought it was so cute how we would huddle around the heater during breaks, which added a heartwarming touch to the experience.”

TXT fans, called MOA (short for 'moments of alwaysness'), will also spot that the concepts directly relate to the group's past albums. “The props like the truck and guitars are reminiscent of our previous releases ‘0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You)’ and ‘LO$ER=LO♡ER,’” Taehyun says. “I hope MOA enjoy the throwback!”

That connection can also be heard on Minisode 3: Tomorrow. Leader Soobin says the group is “connecting the dots from our previous releases" with the record, especially on their title track, “Deja Vu.” He adds, "Including lyrics such as ‘I ran away countless times,’ and ‘be my eternity,’ from ‘Run Away’ [from their 2019 album The Dream Chapter: Magic] added a nostalgic touch that I think our fans will enjoy rediscovering."

While TXT is honoring its past, the album still has its own story to tell. One of EW’s concept photos (below) features the group sitting on a truck that reads, “We made a promise when we were young. That’s the reason I have to live for tomorrow.” 

“The phrase hints at the underlying story of Minisode 3: Tomorrow,” Soobin explains. “It means that we will remember our past promises and embark on a journey to find 'you' to charge forward and face a hopeful 'tomorrow' together.”

Beomgyu describes the seven-track album as a “treasure trove of diverse sounds” that “represent the stories of today's generation.” Throughout their careers, TXT has never been afraid of openly and honestly discussing the physical and mental hardships that come with adolescence and, now, young adulthood — the 23-year-old’s favorite track on the album, “Quarter Life,” is actually about navigating a quarter-life crisis.

“Taehyun, Huening Kai, and I participated in the lyric writing to express the inner thoughts that we have at this point in our lives,” Beomgyu says about the song. “I love the track's mood and melody, too!” 

In fact, four of Minisode 3: Tomorrow's tracks were penned in part by the members of TXT. Yeonjun — who co-wrote “I’ll See You There Tomorrow,” “The Killa (I Belong To You),” and “Miracle” — says that the album’s lyrics “have greater depth and uniqueness” this time around because they’re framed through the members' worldview. 

“We have collectively been improving in our lyric writing, and I think it shines through in this album,” he says. “As we aim to give voice to the common experiences of our generation, we tried to focus on applying our own stories in the lyrics.”

And, just like in their "Ethereal" concept photos, TXT will soon find themselves hopping aboard a tour bus and hitting the road when their upcoming Act: Promise tour kicks off stateside next month. The 11-date concert series will see the members perform across the country, including two nights at Madison Square Garden in New York City.

“We are visiting even more cities across the U.S. this time around, so I'm thrilled to meet and interact with more MOA!” Huening Kai says. “Our fans will be able to see some brand new performances of tracks from our new album, so I hope they can look forward to it. Just like our album's opener, ‘I'll See You There.’”

Minisode 3: Tomorrow is available now.

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

Does TCD have tiny scales, skin, or is he fuzzy? It's hard to tell because I'm always distracted by his handsomeness, and in some photos he looks very fuzzy indeed, but in drawings perhaps not?

Please advise, all information about His Highness is good information to have.

A fren:

Ah, this is an excellent question! Time to delve into some TCD lore! We'll start at the top and work our way down.

Upper body: Tiny Cloud dragon has smooth, hooman like skin from the waist up. The exception is his little dragon ears, and wings.

Ears: covered in very fine silky hair/fur.

Wings: covered in the standard leathery skin you will find on most dragons. The white oblong things on the end of each wing tip and "elbow" is a single fluffy feather.

Lower body: its like lizard skin. It has a very fine texture, and is soft to the touch.

When the winter months roll around, he usually stays indoors in his Tiny Dragon shape. He puts on his winter fat, and Angeal makes him wear wooly jumpers and socks, so he doesn't need to grow a winter coat.

That all changes when he's in his Big Boi shape. During the warmer months, this big Danger Noodle is covered in fine, short hair.

He does grow a very thick winter coat in this form. The extra floof is soft like alpaca wool, and keeps him (and Zack) toasty warm when they are off doing SOLDIER things (like building snowmen, frolicking, making snow angels, and trying to get Sephiroth with snowballs).

When he sheds in summer, Angeal makes sure to collect every tuft. He has it processed, spun into yarn, and hand dyes it to make his famous Christmas sweaters.

[klutzyroses]

I think i saw your requests are open...i hope they are! I wanted to ask headcannons of the IkeVamp boys with an MC who is the definition of an actual angel and turns out to be one? Like– i can just see Comte covering poor innocent MC's ears whenever Theo or any cusses. (MC with wings omg– i'm a simp)

They are indeed!

Part 2

IkeVamp HCs: Angel SO

How do they react to an s/o who is an angel?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Comte

Napoleon

He wasn't entirely sure what to expect when he met the angel in question, but he was taken aback, not only by how stunning she was, but also how heartwarmingly sweet she was.

Her kind and soft hearted disposition was magnetic to say the least. She could charm many with that soft giggle, her cheeks dusted a cheerful pink as her laughter rings like a bell.

He feels inclined to shield her from all the evil in the world, that's how pure she is to him. She may even be purer than Vincent and that in of itself was quite the accomplishment.

He will often find himself teasing her over her sweetness, simply because she is such a wonder to look at when she blushes or pouts.

He definitely never allows any creepy people to touch her, for fear she may be defiled. Nobody defiles his angel.

Soon he is shown just how much of an angel she is. It was one beautiful sight he wouldn't forget. This... this is why he had been reborn surely.

Her open wings like a blanket of snowflakes trickling onto the earth, surrounding them both like their own little cocoon. Her luminous eyes reflect the light of her halo as they stare into his viridian orbs.

He reaches for her, slowly, almost not daring to breath as he cups her face lovingly and gently tugging until their lips meet for a soft kiss. He leans his head on hers as he never breaks eye contact.

"Look at you...ma belle, petite nunuche...je t'aime."

Arthur

Ah, what a lovely little lady he's got here.

So sweet, so kind, so innocent, so loving. How delightful and charming!

He does, to some extent feel like he isn't worthy of her presence, let alone her love. Such an unsullied, gentle flower and then...him. It felt even more humbling when she so wholeheartedly accepted him for who he was, with open arms and an equally open heart.

It made him fall even deeper for her and one day, he got the surprise of his life when he found her, wings fully open as she sat on the mansion's roof. Like soft clouds, the snow white feathers rustle very lightly in the cooling breeze with her soft hair. Her eyes open halfway and then widen when they meet sapphire blue gazing at her in utter awe.

He is frozen to the spot, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the beguiling seraph before slowly approaching and kneeling in front of her, gently reaching to take her hand.

He presses a kiss to the side of it, his blue eyes wavering with emotion, twinkling with love and wonder.

"You...are so beautiful, my love...my darling, I can't even take my eyes off you."

Theo

As if Vincent wasn't enough...

He didn't think anyone could actually be even similar to his brother and then she came along with her pouty lips and her big doe eyes.

Her quiet, gentle disposition, her delicate manner, she was like a little butterfly flitting around leaving sparkles everywhere and leaving him feeling all gooey and yucky.

When Vincent and Y/N are together, they shine so radiantly, he thinks he's going to throw up rainbows and flowers.

Arthur. Is not allowed. To touch her. Never. Not a chance. He is not going to let him fill her innocent little head with his garbage.

When he first bears witness to her full angelic form, he has no words. Theodorus Van Gogh is speechless.

The light fluttering of large wings of white caught in the sunlight as it gleams in her crystal eyes as she meets his gaze. He almost wants to get Vincent to paint her in all her majesty but he finds himself unwilling to have anyone else see her this way.

So instead he cups her cheek in his hand, his thumb caressing her soft cheek.

"Can't believe you had the nerve to hide this from me, hondje...Look how gorgeous you are..."

Comte

Having seen many things in his incredibly long lifetime, he would think he had seen it all, yet was still unprepared for an actual angel to appear in his life.

But he was most delighted to have her of course.

It would be no surprise that he would be extremely protective over the sweet cherub, no matter what the circumstances were, whether it's heating inappropriate speaking or dangerous situations.

He would definitely scold Arthur and Theo to no end for speaking vulgar language in front of her while he covers her ears as she blinks slowly and innocently.

There will be no cursing around the lovely girl as long as he is around.

So when he finally discovered who she really was, he couldn't say he was too surprised.

But still, she was like a dream. A mystic fantasy that he could not quite fathom even in his sleep, her large white wings glinting like pearls in the moonlight, a shining white light encircling her head as her beautiful face remained calm and serene.

In his incredibly long lifetime, he has seen many things but nothing he saw could compare to the beauty holding out her dainty hands to him, as he gently clasps them, kissing her fingers tenderly.

"Mon ange...you are truly a vision of beauty...I'm truly honored..."

🌸

[hunieday]

I will be waiting for your whole analysis on the new revale art and everything that will come with it! Please take my horrible and humble writing as an offering! (It's for your eyes but feel free to share)

Sidenote:- thank you for making this blog, cause it makes easier for me to read the stories cause I don't play the game!

They called the person living in the forest a "monster". They said he had big fangs and sharp nails. They said his skin was white like a ghost and his long hair was used to capture the unsuspecting victims. That's why they sent him, a brave warrior who was good with axe to kill that monster (it definitely was not because he was an orphan whose only way to feed himself was to cut trees with that axe).

So why was this "monster" treating him better then anyone in the village has ever treated him? So why was this "monster" with skin colored akin to snow, hair falling around his face like a white veil along with sky blue eyes that made him look like an angel without wings bandaging the bruises that he got? And why was he calling his name like it's a precious treasure which gods cherish?

Most importantly why did this "monster" named Yuki gave him his love and warmth of a home when those in the village said he wasn't worthy of it?

Hello dear! thank you so much for sharing that lovely story with us oh my god I love Binary Vampire so much ;w;

I do have theories about it and a Lot of thoughts about how it parallels the canon story but unfortunately I have a little tiny microorganism in my ear that keeps repeating "HOMOEROTIC VAMPIRISM" every time i think about it so. sorry. all I can say coherently is Typical Revale Behaviour.

Hope you have a nice day!

[zhongrin]

One hard hit to the head and Albedo was out cold. He falls to his knees, body collapsing on the snow beneath him. "Part one done, now on to the next step"

They pick him up and throw him over their shoulder. After shifting slightly to make sure the alchemist doesn't fall off, they reach into the pocket of their pants, taking out a small glass bottle swirling with what looks to be black smoke that behaves like a liquid. "Hope she doesn't mind the unexpected visit" they mumble.

Removing the cork, the spill it in front of them, the smoke-like substance quickly consuming them and the boy on their shoulder.

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"Yo! Ruru, you there?" they shout into an endless realm made of the same black smoke used to transport them here.

"I'm here" says a distorted voice. Slowly but surely, an entity materializes in front of the angel like being. It looks to be humanoid, but it lacks a waist, settling for the top half of it's body levitating above its lower half. It has short dark blue hair that fades into white and her hands almost as big as her torso are adorned with sharp black claws and and eye on top of each one.

"Nice of you to pay me a visit Vermilion! But I'm gonna guess the blondie on your shoulder isn't a snack for Night Crawler?

"Nope, think you can do me a favor?"

"Depends, what is it?"

"Remember Rin?"

"The chick you were pen pals with? What about her?

"Long story short, this guy along with someone else kidnapped her, erased parts of her memory and he's keeping her god knows where. I need you to go through his memories and see if you can find where he's keeping her"

"I see, alright, but you owe me. Any description of how 'Rin' looks like?"

"She has long brown hair, fairly pale skin and a geo vision. Although I wouldn't be surprised if goldie locks over here took it from her"

A sudden pause insues, the entity looking down in confusion. "I don't believe you've met her yet Vermilion. If you have you wouldn't shut up about it"

They shift uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of the piercing gaze of their friend.

"Vermilion, what did you do?"

"..."

"I said, what did you do"

Huffing, they roll their eyes, wings lowering in guilt. "Okay, I mayyy have given her a couple 'secret' visits in the past"

"That's called stalking my guy" the entity says with a dead panned expression.

"Look, I know it was wrong, I know I probably owe an apology, but I just wanted to keep her safe. I kept tabs on her from time to time to make sure she's alright, but then this whole thing started and I couldn't find her anymore and I panicked. I tried searching high and low, but I couldn't find a trace of where she was. Then I heard that she's in Mondstadt and I felt relieved. I didn't wanna make a scene, so I wrote her a letter first and that's when we became pen pals. It was wierd. She didn't remember meeting me in Liyue, she didn't remember Zhongli, he's her husband for fucks sake. Then she started talking about 'Albedo' in her letters and well, we can see the outcome of whatever he did. It's just a whole mess at this point. I wanted to keep her safe and I couldn't even do that..." They stop to take a breath frustration obviously getting to them as tears start to swell up in their eyes.

"She was the first human to treat me like a person. I still remember it as clear as day. I happened to see her when she was taking a walk in Guili planes and a bunch of treasure hoarders attacked her. She was keeping her ground quite well, but she was outnumbered and getting tired, so I decided to step in. After all of that was done she insisted on treating me to dinner at their home as a thank you. All I could think of at the time was 'She isn't afraid of me?'. Then I met Zhongli and he introduced me to the adepti. Overall, Liyue started feeling like a home and I owe it all to her, so please, do me this one favor?"

Sighing, the entity rubbed it's temples. "I didn't need your sob story you know, but never mind that. Set Alberto, or whatever his name was down so I can start working"

"1. It's Albedo. 2. On what? The non-existent floor?"

"You and I both know this is my own personal pocket dimension and physics bend to my will here. Just trust me and put him down"

Throwing him off of their shoulder, they set him down and he began to float seemingly in mid-air. A look of disgust flashes across their face when they realise blood from the minor wounds the alchemist sustained had gotten on their clothing.

"Doesn't he get cold with only a t-shirt on?"

"He had a coat, but it got ripped up during our fight and he took it off during our fight. To be honest, I'm not sure if he can even feel cold"

"Oh, ok, gotcha"

"Let's see what we can find"

(Sorry this is so long 😭 Also may or may not have gotten lazy on the drawings.)

Flashes of memories rushed through the entity's mind.

"Hi! Albedo, right?"

".... Do you know me?"

The girl blinks and starts to fidget nervously on her foot. Her whole body language turns into timid nervousness in an instant, and her hand played around the little decoration tied to her vision, which shone with bright geo energy.

"Er- Yes? I mean, you approached me at the inn and thanked me for keeping Klee company....."

"Oh. I see."

His gaze briefly sweeps over the patterns on her outfit.

"I apologize. I remember now. You're Klee's friend who hails from Liyue. You'll have to forgive me - I am not that good at remembering faces or names."

"Hey, no worries, me too!" the excited twinkle returned to her eyes, "I'm Meirin! But you can call me Mei, or Rin, if it's too long!"

"Is that ring a keepsake?"

Her fingers ceased their movements, and she gives him a smile. But something about it felt... different, to him.

"It's my wedding ring actually. I normally store it somewhere safe, but I just wanted to... look at it a bit."

"..... You're married?"

"Oh, yes. To a very... hmm..... normal, man," she seems to find her own words amusing, for her smile widens, and he realizes - he has never seen such an expression on her face before. But he's seen them on other humans' faces, and he's heard of the term they use to describe such countenances.

Lovesick.

Disgusting.

.....

Yet, how... fascinating.

The sword feels cold against his neck, but he persisted in staring at his exact copy - no, his better version.

"I understand that as per our agreement, we agreed to live our own lives, and proposing an... alliance, at this moment, seems absurd. But are you sure you aren't curious?"

"About what?"

"About how it feels to be loved so wholly and unconditionally by someone."

"..... You're not-"

"Besides, we'll get our chance soon. A chance given by the stars."

Blades of green-yellow grass crunch under his feet. Walking briskly past the abandoned notice board, the wooden fences, and the almost dried well, he climbs up the stone steps to a rundown hut. As the door closes behind him, he sees the figure on the bed rise up slowly.

".... Oh. You're awake."

She blinks slowly and nods, but only continues to stare at him silently.

He walks towards the rickety bed and sits on its edge, watching her sluggish movements.

"Bedo."

"Yes, starlight?"

"I dreamt."

"What did you dream of?"

"The... that.......... color."

"Color?"

"....... Amber."

"....."

"Amber eyes."

[angelkiller666]

made this last year.

made another AU Paris! perfect for christmas season!

Paris the winter spirit: she was created by the god of Winter. Boreas (Βορέας, Boréas; also Βορρᾶς, Borrhás) was the Greek god of the cold north wind and the bringer of winter. His name meant "North Wind" or "Devouring One". he was a god who wanted to make winter more unbearable. more unstable...more...cold. BUT he ended up making a bit of a mistake....thus when he was trying to create a new snow monster...he accidently created Paris when a particular flower (Lavender) and a shining star was dropped in his experiment, what was supposed to be dark killing machine crow, the bright northern star and the sweet lavender was what made Paris so different from the rest....she wasn't hideous or scary...but that of what you call a blessing. white and pastel purple eyes that shine like the stars of the night, long white hair that shame the moon's glow. wings that are dark as night. instead of being aggressive, heartless killing machine, think like a winter angel or a pretty harmless fairy of some sort. Boreas was shocked at his new creation. as he had never seen such beauty.....her eyes glistening in the night. Boreas was so curious and surprised at his accidental creation...he went along with finishing his creation....thus maybe....softening his stone heart a little couldn't hurt. after many years, she was completed....she was a shy creature....her long fluffy fur keeping her warm in the harsh winters of her creator. Boreas even gave her many abilities: like creating big snowflakes, freezing water, create life with snow and ice, allowing Paris to become a creator herself, like how Boreas created his monsters...Boreas was always curious of his new creation, not once has he ever harmed her, or try anything to make her a killing machine...instead, he almost experienced what it was like to have a sweet daughter. Paris was always so curious of humans and other creatures. she'll always create replicas of tools, toys and even people she found interesting. as well as making her own animal friends....though...she never really gotten along with the monsters Boreas created....they saw her as a target...but they could NEVER harm her under Boreas' rules...and Paris knowing what they do to innocent people didn't help....so Paris used her protection as an advantage to at least protect victims who were unfortunate to run across said beasts.as much as Boreas wanted to keep her, he knew keeping Paris stuck in icy solitude would only grow her ever-growing desire to explore...but Boreas knew it's not like he'd lose Paris....all he had to do is watch over Paris from his ice crystal ball, and he'll sometimes give her hints, clues and marks to help her out of tough situations or help her make the right choices.when your looking for Paris, listen closely....if you hear an angelic voice, smell Lavender...or see a bright purple glow...you know she's near...though at first, she'll run off as she is easily spooked. but if you prove your harmless, she won't run away, in fact, she'll grow curious of you, being close, examining you....you know you caught her interest when you receive a small figurine of yourself made of ice. she's sweet, timid, quiet, smart, but also naïve, innocent. and being a fair maiden she does get the other's attention.

and YES....she a helper of Santa Clause!

[acertainrandomguy]

all well and good that everyone is talking about goncharov all of a sudden, but Im seeing so much ship discussion and talk about the characters... and yet nobody is talking about the Blood in the Snow Scene?! It’s literally the best scene in the whole movie what y’all doing not discussing the multi-layered symbolism of it? I get it, the boat scene and the ice pick scene are the big sellers, but really?! First of all we have the easy to see association between snow and Russia itself. It’s literally one of the first things established when we see Goncharov holding the Moscow snow globe and (almost) every scene that takes place in Russia or that involves the russian mafia and/or government has snow in one way or another.

THEN we get the second layer of symbolism: all of the different flashbacks and conversations about when Goncharov was happy, which just HAPPEN to have snow in them. The Gorky Park scene? The discussion about his childhood? Yeah that’s all so we know that he associates snow with innocence or happiness in some way. Finally, of course, there’s the color theory angle. Snow is white, which is often associated with purity and innocence. Consider how we see snow in peaceful scenarios (like I said above) and sometimes *tense* scenarios, but until the ending there isn’t violence in snowy scenes. That was intentional, because it’s all building up to that final scene. And what a scene! I’ve seen some people criticize the fact that Scorsese chose to just cut the music for most of that entire section, or that it was too long... but I don’t see it. The fact its long and largely silent (save for Goncharov final grasps and groans) is what makes it work: we are alone with him in those final moments as he finally reflects on his life, all without any dialogue or music. De Niro really sells it with body and face expressions alone. But back to the snow. Ok so Goncharov has ruined his life, everyone he ever loved is dead. He has soaked the happiness (the snow) in blood. His blood, because it was his own push towards self-destruction that led to it all. The whiteness of the environment also highlights how alone he is to sell it all. BUT THEN The snowstorm picks up energy and it starts to really fall and cover him up.

Now I don’t know how y’all read that scene, but I feel it perfectly tied all of the symbolism I discussed above. I imagine him, in those final moments, thinking about Russia one final time, particularly is childhood home. He will never really return, but the snow falling on his face is like the motherland metaphorically welcoming him back. It also sets a bit of hope after tragedy: no matter how much blood is spilled, the snow will keep falling. Happiness can still be found. (Though maybe the mix of red and white itself was meant to remind us of childhood too. We all know color theory, particularly the association of red and white together being a symbol of childhood) Finally, we have the way Goncharov is framed by the end, his arms and the blood making the silhouette of wings, like a macabre snow angel. It shows that despite the violence, despite the cruelty, there was still a good man in there. One that loved, that laughed, that cried, that died alone, miles away from home.

[minusgangtime]

Scientist note 23: the beatstreet gang.

Beta: found another group of five,the wolf of this group is blue and can do magic,I decided to put him in an environment that matches. My assistant made him into a cyborg shark,removing his legs and making a metal tail and attaching it to his lower half,golden medal plates were placed on his shoulders and cheeks to help him breathe underwater,golden gills were attached to the side of his face to help him hear more clearly underwater,with the use of chemicals and magic added to his innards,he can breathe underwater. He is held inside a big fish tank and can’t really practice magic much anymore,however,usually,his homies and lovers come over and help him practice outside his tank.

MB: for the bird,my assistant but an absurd amount of demon magic in his system. His caused his teeth to grow to obscure length as well as his tongue. His hands couldn’t handle the power and soon became numb,so they had to be replaced paler with claws and even then their slightly bruised. A side effect being his eyes changed colors and became very spirally. He seems to be experimenting with his new demon magic,but even then,none of us know what he can or can’t do,he seems normal.

Blue: for the pup,I’ll admit,it was very uncreative,seeing how he isn’t an angel,I decide to make him look more like other pups. So my assistant stitched large wings to his back. He’s still trying to get ahold of flying,but he seems to be normal,having fun with flight practice.

Pico: interestingly the group has TWO demons,one of them being the dinosaur,I didn’t chop off his horns cause I wasn’t aware,I figured,why don’t we cover those eyesore eyes. So my assistant attached a camera headset to his head and stiched it in so he couldn’t take it off,and a small brace on his arm. This makes it so that when he wants to,he can use the shutter eyes to take a photo and it’ll come out of his wrist device. He says that the camera shutters somewhat block his vision but he still sees just fine,his red gleaming eyes can be faintly seen through the shutter lens if the mask and admittedly,it’s freaky to both of us,when taking a photo,his red eyes act as a flash. He seems pretty normal.

GF: the other demon,since she has a harsh blue coloring,it gave me idea~ I had my assistant give her chemicals and magic to make her blood run cold,this caused her body to become consistently cold. the spots around her eyes became a lighter blue and the skin around them being cracked,her claws are bruised/blackened at the end and her eyes brightly glow white. As a result of the experiment,she can do ice/snow magic. Her behavior seems the same.

-mod Shelby

(Oh man- °w°")

[diejager]

My Wish Is to Have You this Year (Malleus Bday)

Tags: fluff for the birthday boy, not proofread.

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For a private party, exclusively Diasomnia students, it was quite lively, especially with Lilia's mischievous ways, Sebek's loud nagging words and Silver's complaints for a quiet place to lay down and snooze away - you knew he felt at ease, happy if you dared, even with all his criticisms. Out of all the faes and Silver in the room, you were the sole one that didn't belong to Diasomnia, having received an invitation from Malleus a few nights prior - not that you were protesting, you loved it here. Although you were human, one from another world no doubt, Diasomnia welcomed you with open arms, after all, their prince was the one that invited you personally.

"White suits you, Malleus! It looks good on you."

"Although I wouldn't have ever worn such snow-white clothing, I thank you, Child of man."

The gothic-styled dorm felt warm, the castle's walls open for their celebration. It was well decorated, green candlelights lit up the party venue charmingly. Tables were neatly organized, draped by a silky cloth, black, leather-like sofas - some single-seated ones and others were loveseats - were the preferred seat. It was a more comfortable alternative to the cafeteria's hard chairs. You liked how gothic everything appeared, black and lime being the main colours; it matched Malleus excellently. And the decorations were simplistic, which you appreciated compared to some of the eccentric Prefects of NRC. The black curtains that hung high, the draconic wings that welcomed the invitees from the entrance and the big 'Happy birthday Malleus' banner that stuck to the stair's railings. How very simple, yet appealing.

"It's simple, I like it. Did you decorate it?"

"Yes, it's a simple magic trick. Would you like me to copy the Witch of Thorns and grow thorns to decorate the venue?"

"Oh- uh... maybe don't? Preferably, I wouldn't want anyone to hurt themselves."

"Very well."

Tables among tables were full of treats and goodies, drinks and cakes of all kinds- even... even Lilia's unique cuisine. You had smiled nervously when offered one by the fae himself, declining his offer anxiously - who wouldn't though??? Silver and Malleus had shown such reluctance in approaching those treats. Hence, why you searched for a suitably sized cake for you to share with the 3 faes and Silver, but the prince fae declined graciously.

"I don't like whole cakes, they give me heartburn and I'm unable to finish them in their entirety."

"Malleus... You're not supposed to eat it alone... It would be normal if you got heartburn."

"I am aware of that, but I have no one else to eat it with."

"Ha! That's why we're here, Malleus! C'mon! Have a share."

"Alright."

You stuck around the others, laughing at Lilia flying, head down and feet up, who was chuckling as he bothered Sebek and another dormmate. Scouring the room, you couldn't find your horned friend anywhere among the vast crowd of immortals. Looking back a few times, you caught sight of an open window and a tall silhouette leaning on the balcony's rails. With a soft smile, you made your way through the crowd, mumbling polite 'excuse me's. You stood at the entrance, admiring Malleus, how his hair flowed with the gentle wind current, how his dark horns glowed beneath the moonlight and how relaxed he looked.

"Come join me, (Name)," Malleus's smooth voice called out to you, inviting you to his side without turning to meet you.

You leaned on the ceramic surface, basking in the night's comforting aura. You knew he was staring at you, his beautiful, gem-like eyes that shone with a magical lime, so you gazed into his twinkling orbs that swirled with mirth and adoration.

"What are your thoughts on tonight's celebration?" he asked confidently, but you could feel a slight twinge of hesitance in his voice.

"Amazing, but... there's something missing," you replied chirpily, smiling teasingly; but it was angelic for Malleus.

He hummed, nodding at your answer. He turned away from you, straightening his back with his usual stoicism. His reaction brought a chuckle to your lips - he was always bad at taking jokes.

"Do you know what it's missing?"

He shook his head, not knowing what went wrong with his birthday. Usually, he wouldn't care, but today was special, more special than ever: you were invited.

"What you're missing is a birthday wish, Malleus!" you laughed, smiling at him gleefully, hand pressed to your cheek as you used the rails for support. "So, tell me, what is it you wish for this birthday? It can be anything, anything at all! As long as it's something possible for me to provide, I don't have any magic, if you remember."

He stared wide-eyed, wonder filled his eyes as fondness bloomed in his heart. He loomed over you, face approaching yours with his smirk that appeared sexier than normally - how could he get even sexier than before?! How unfair.

"My wish is to have you this year, (Name)," he mumbled, voice so low that it seemed husky, filled with want and adoration. "You wouldn't find this too difficult to provide for me, will you?"

His words left you shocked, who would've known that The Malleus Draconia could make someone all bothered and flustered. You gazed at the floor, cheeks and ears burning so bright that you swore that everyone could see your red face in this darkness. Malleus chuckled, voice deeper than before as his fingers took hold of your chin, making you stare at him. Eyes peering into one another, he closed in, lips latching onto yours as he caressed your cheek. His hands were soft, lips even smoother. He embraced you with so much love, warm and bubbling love that could woo anyone. When he parted from your lips, you gasped for air while your eyes connected, not because the kiss was hungry or because it was long-lasting; no, the reason was as simple as the message portrayed: I love you.

"Now, it wouldn't be too troublesome, would it?"

[aike-pandas]

Oooooo I have a creative request! Now alr

What animal do you see me as? And whatever animal you see ME. My ONLINE SELF! As I want you to make y/n a hybrid of that with HC’s

Mmm... Probably a Shima enaga, I'll upload a picture of it in the end of the post.

So basically a short reader with white wings.

Shima enaga Hybrid Y/n!

+ Dealing with another hybrids!

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

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🌼 As a Shima enaga, cold biomes are a big weak point. Snowchester wouldn't be a good zone for you to live.

🌼 Like all birds, wings are your no-no square.

🌼 You're smol but can go in high places such as the top of a tree.

🌼 The Shima enaga birds are adorable looking, so I'll see you like the weak point of a lot of people.

[ Relationship with different hybrids! ]

Tubbo—

[Platonic]

Okay so- he's actually pretty chill about this. He enjoys your company, and finds you really fun to spend time with. Though he is the one that has to go visit you, because Snow places aren't available for you.

You made an effort once just to meet Michael! You almost die in the process due to the cold temperatures- but you got to meet Michael :D

Definitely asked you to give him a fly-

You're both pretty chill and he also enjoys to mess up with you.

Quackity—

[Romantic]

Bird with bird.

So, he's very comfortable with you around, and adores the fact that you're so adorable by pure nature. And you're practically his height, so he loves it even more.

Since he lives in Las Nevadas, you visit him often, since you love warm temperatures. You're always welcomed to his office, and he loves having you near while he's working. Specially if you're cuddling him while sitting on his lap.

He loves his little snowball bird. Ironic, isn't it?

Awesamdude"Sam"—

[Romantic]

He loves watching you fly around him or over him, it makes him think he's watching an angel surrounding him.

Due to him working on the Pandora Prison, you can't visit him too often. But you do visit him when he's working on Las Nevadas. You specially hype him up with his work as a striper. (Let's remember this is canon).

He loves being with you in zones with "in-between" temperatures. Not too hot to trigger his explosion system, and not too cold for you to be in a very weak situation.

If you let him, he'll brush your wings carefully with a brush just to not make you feel anything weird. He loves to have your company when he's working with new red systems or when he's working in Las Nevadas.

You're his little winged diamond now.

Sapnap—

[Romantic] (Following the Blaze-Demon HC)

He is mesmerized all the times he sees your wings spread out in the sky, flying in the sky. He loves it.

He makes you company sometimes, due to his blaze part he is available to fly some distances. So he flies with you, you love how warm he is.

You both cuddle a lot. His warm skin makes it a lot way more comfortable. He loves being wrapped by your wings.

You're the angel of this demon.

Foolish—

[Romantic]

The totem-shark boy loves how easily you could wrap him with your wings. They're fluffy and warm, and he loves it. It was like a soft pillow.

He is a special fan of rest his head on your chest. Specially if you start playing with his hair or his Shark parts.

He will definitely play with your wings, with gentleness and carefully. Smiling like a little child if he hears you giggle at his touch. You're his sweet little bird.

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*Hallo! Welcome or Welcome back to another post! Feel free to request!

Also, here's the picture of the Shima enaga!

[candiedspit]

Easy Living

Our living room smells of cigarette smoke and the lilac of fresh milk. 

And you’re looking at me with the smile I have grown to hate over the years, the smile that swallows you completely when you’re buzzed. How you bathe in it, the alteration, the blushing. How you ride it. As the trickles of a cold, smooth Australian Shiraz grooves through your veins as the bathwater rushed down the shower drain the night you dyed my hair red at midnight. All those summers ago. It has been a long time since heat. 

As it goes. Pumped with wine, you feel quite riotous. And so you laugh. That bright rattle leaps from your big, gleaming mouth. And I can’t stand it. You are so easy going. Always making conversation with strangers in the middle of the grocery store or as we sit out on a cafe patio. Always the happy dog. Everybody wants you. And somehow you are here. Looking at me. My sunlight darling. My completed poem. My secret little wonder in a dirty t-shirt. 

I would do anything for you. 

Channel a perfect daughter into a test tube for you. Combust into an applause of confetti for you. Host wondrous parties for you. Clear out traffic with only my hands. Lick at the dust on the shelves. Look at what i have already done. This room, for example. All of the photos on the wall. I hung them. I picked out the wood panels for the floors and then made them shine. Our love is this blue couch upon which we fuck in the morning as sunlight preens through the curtains and eat bowls of frozen grapes and read the same stories over and over. 

I have given up my America for you. Said goodbye to that comfortable, golden roar of desire. On my last day in New York I kissed a stranger – some bearded man who sat at the end of the bar by himself. He looked so small in comparison to the room which bolstered and screeched around him in wiggling neons. Smeared with the wildest of noise. All of those crooks and deities fading out all around him. He looked penciled in, an afterthought of whatever tortured, crippled artist commands us from above. I kissed him in one quick, hard movement. As I rolled my tongue into his, I was saying farewell to the life I once thought I wanted. Goodbye to all of the avenues that held me as I paced back and forth. Goodnight to every party I died at when I was a young idiot.  I apologized as soon as I let him go. But he didn’t seem disturbed by the kiss. Perhaps he knew it wasn’t for him. Perhaps he couldn’t even feel it. 

I have moved to Paris for you. I walk these purple, drunken streets. I smell the spritz of a new kind of nighttime, one that never seems to end. I didn’t mind the move. I have never minded doing things for you. But here I am in Paris. In this room with you. Sometimes when I wake up to your warmth beside me I am relieved. And frightened. 

I do think I love you. But it isn’t enough. There was a point where I truly believed it was. But we are going to ruin the crushed, blue velvet. We are going to break through the cushions. 

Outside, a powdering of recent snow lies across the streets, across all of the buildings. White like the shavings of a grand tooth. Last month, I turned thirty two in a room filled with your friends, artists and writers and interesting people with interesting things to say. I got drunk in a green dress and felt old. 

Our small television offers a sitcom in French. A woman holds a leather briefcase as a man fixes his tie. A woman stands quite still. A man fixes his tie with his hands. A woman says nothing. A man laughs. I grab the bottle and fill your glass again, stopping halfway. You put your hand on my thigh. I feel it. 

 You, angel in my bed. You, wings sprawled across our sheets, wings glowing beneath the kitchen lights, wings tickling my evil. It’s easy to live when you’re in love, Billie Holiday once sang. Those tinkling piano chords gone dumb with  affection. I don’t know what I am doing here with you. I’m a demo waiting to be buffed out. I’m a scene left on the cutting room floor. My soul glimmers with filth. 

And you are blind. How I wish I could be blinded, too. But I see. Through the thin mucous that glosses over everything and right down the split of morning and night. I am not the same as you. All you want is a bright room to simmer in. I want to be stretched across the cold table of oblivion.

What will we do when the lights go out and we are truly left alone with only one another? I am afraid to know. So I love you. So we drink. So we fuck. So we invent new ways to touch one another. So you say my name into my mouth. So you suck my teeth. So I wear your boxers to go to sleep. So I stalk the windows when you leave.

I try to miss you.

[glazelilyy]

edges

pairing - childe x gender neutral reader

word count - 651

genre - fluff

format - drabble

warnings - brief descriptions of gore

summary - childe had only ever felt comfortable tracing the sharp line of edges, until he met you

a/n - did someone say "double post" since i have no sense of self control? :D this was originally supposed to be his birthday post but it turned into me ranting and raving about how childe only knows chaos :D

content under the cut!

childe has always relished in the feeling of edges.

from the tip of his blade to the jagged lining of his mask, edges were what he knew, what he was comfortable with. he was content to don the mask of the tsaritsa's will and give in to the edges, after all it's what he knows best.

blood felt sharp once it dried up in his hands long enough. if he flexed his fingers, the crusted bits would wither away and fall to the ground below like tumbling leaves in autumn. childe has known this feeling, long enough to feel the needle-like sting each time he folded and unfurled his hands. no matter how hard he washed, or how hard he scrubbed, the blood would never dissipate.

the edges of his mask, both physical and metaphorical, were lined with flecks of glittering silver glued to the sticky sheen of his face. one day, he was meant to be the eleventh harbinger: an inviting cup of hot tea that would scald your tongue if you let your guard down. other days, he was the best big brother, the best toy seller in snezhnaya.

behind each name, each title, and each assumption sat a young, naive boy thrown to the dogs and lathered in blood stained morally grey. he flexed his hands once more and felt the stinging pain of crusted blood. those familiar edges of rusted swords and sharp arrows felt like fragile daisies in his calloused palm.

edges were normal to him, until you introduced him to the idea of softness.

your palms, softer than the gentle pitter of snow on the coldest of days, would engulf his marred in imaginary blood. your body, sculpted of the gods in his mind, felt like the pillowy wings of angels from high above. your eyes held nothing but adoring love and passion for him, a man who hid so much and gave even more of himself to the world, whose ambitions were layered in globs of thick honey and thin, running blood.

most of all, your love for him felt as soft as the downy feathers of a pure white dove.

he's bewildered at just how warmly you fit into his arms, if he weren't thinking straight he'd almost believe he was holding a cloud. though the company of edges was all he'd known, he relished in your smooth curves and the bumps and dips that never went unnoticed by his loving palms.

the parts of him that protruded outwards like sickly blades would retract inwards whenever you came around. so patient, kind, and gentle were each and every one of your moves against his jagged body. your plush lips met with each of his scars that littered his body, whether they were faded over and lost to time or still leaked with blood every so often.

your love was like a washcloth that cleansed him of the blood that stained his hands. you made him feel less like the mask he wore on his head and more like a person, a human, someone who deserved to be loved whether his name was childe, tartaglia, or ajax, sweet, pure, innocent ajax.

he could never deny the way you spiked his heartbeat, different from the bloodrush he'd get while he sliced open the bellies of treasure hoarders and enemies. he peered inside their stomachs but never found a trace of the butterflies that lived within his own anytime you lovingly held him in your arms and told him how much you loved him.

the edges of his blade one satiated his desire to be rowdy, to raise hell and chaos.

but he also found solace in burying his nose into your soft neck and running his hands up and down the soft curvature of your body.

the edges were much less satiating that the soft love you steeped him in, and he was completely hooked.

date published: july 20th, 2021