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[the-tarot-witch22]

Your first night with your future spouse 18+ - Pick a pile

Note : *Intense se*ual messages for you guys, so Minors DNI*

Pile 1/ Pile 2/ Pile 3

Hello everyone ! This is my another pick a pile or pac reading so please be kind and leave comment or reblog, and let me know if it resonated with you!

Note : This is a general reading or collective reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. And it's totally okay if our energies aren't aligned!

How to pick : Take a deep breath and choose a pile which you feel most connected to! You can choose more than one pile, it just means both pile have messages for you!

Note : This reading is based on my intuition and channeled messages from tarot cards.

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Pile 1:

(The cards I got for you - Ace of wands, Queen of wands, 7 of cups, 5 of cups, 7 of pentacles and 8 of pentacles)

The first thing I hear and feel Emotional, Vulnerable and very Experimental, You both will experiment a lot on your first night. I also feel you are both versatile in your sex life and open with it. I also feel your first night with your future spouse is gonna be very memorable, like any other sex or intimate time with them can't top it, this experience of yours with them, it's gonna be quite passionate and wild as well. For some of you very possessive and rough too, like they will like marking their territory on you, you might both start with simple conversations and it will go from there, I feel your future spouse will be rough as well as caring with you, like being gentle and asking before they slid themselves into you, I feel they will be into sex toys or they would like to use expensive toys on you vibrators, dildo, they like to see you squirm, while they play with you, some of you might be into light foreplay or choking, there won't be much talking but lots of moans and grunts or light sounds from you or them, Before they enter inside you they will like to tease you a lot, like maybe until you just put it inside yourself, they will chuckle a lot, they might like to say "hungry for me, baby", "so ready for me already", little chats here are there but it will turn you on so much. They might be experienced and confident with their moves and thrusts, them touching your clit or fingering while they suck you is what i am also channeling, you both or one of you will be blindfolded too, while doing your reading i saw silk sheets, so it may be prominent, dim lights, you will be doing it all night like 3 rounds 4 rounds and even more, i don't see you getting tired, some of you guys can be virgin too, your sex will be very experimental using food, them using lots of toys on you, that much is very prominent. They might make you orgasm many times in a row, and after gathering more energy you will be going at it again. i also feel some of you like to wear uniforms or your partner. Earth and fire placements are very prominent for this pile.

Phew, give me a cold ice water to shower i need it after this reading.

Pile 2:

(The cards i got for you - The star, judgement, Knight of cups, queen of cups, queen of pentacles, 8 of cups and the hermit)

First thing I feel they like to watch you touch yourself or vice versa. Like they will see you all worked up your fingers moving inside you it will turn them on, They will praise you a lot, like "good girl", "just like that", "keep doing that", For some of you the sex will be very traditional like you might not be that open with it, so you will a bit shy with them while they touch you, i also feel some of you guys will be doing it standing or on different corners of the house, in front mirrors, not much experimental, but i feel some people with this pile like missionary a lot, your spouse will appreciate your body a lot, like they are awestruck by it, their simple touch could make you wet, the sex with you both will be very transformative or life changing like you never experienced it before, they might be your boyfriend already so they already know your turn on's, I feel they will be also very gentle with you and caring, vanilla sex, not very rough, but emotional caring and loving kind, it will feel a very cosmic union like your bodies made to fit together, i feel they will kiss you a lot while they thrust themselves into you, some of you will be overwhelmed with the pleasure and be crying in a pleasurable way of course, i feel they will wipe your tears and be very gentle like making sure you are okay with all of it, I also feel this pile also have some bi readers, like very feminine energy from this pile, or if not then i feel your spouse is in touch with their feminine side, oral sex is also here too they will lick the parts that will just make your eyes roll back like crazy, "don't stop" - you or them might be saying this a lot, they will kiss your neck a lot, or rubs your back while they slowly pull themselves into you, they like to make sure you are enjoying it as much as they are. "unorthodox sex" is also very prominent with this pile. I also feel very decorated bed with roses on them. Air signs and water sign, cancer placements is also prominent here.

awww, you two seem like soft couples, your first night is very sweet to be honest.

Pile 3:

(The cards I got for you - The devil, 8 of wands, queen of swords, knight of wands, ace of wands, ace of cups, two of cups, 4 of wands and the temperance)

Okay so the first thing i felt and heard very lustful and the type you were both waiting for it for this very day, the night with your future spouse will be very passionate, and intense, your spouse might like to talk between sex, using dirty language with you "i heard such a whore", "my slut", "you like that when i touch you like that. don't you?" for some of you might be waiting till marriage. You both will be like wild rough animal like just not caring for a little marks on your body, as i said very lustful and yet passionate and balanced, the chemistry between you both is undeniable like physical chemistry check, emotional chemistry that checks out too, i wont go in their personality but that message just kept coming up but okay!, you both will be very naughty on you first night, you and your spouse might be into bdsm, he is very seductive or would, will give you multiple orgasms, I also feel ice cubes will be used on your first night, i heard "you are mine and i hope you know that", they won't care if someone hears you outside your room, they will be very rough, i feel they wont be able to wait till you change your wedding clothes, like even a quickie before you finally give yourself to each other, for some of you already had sex with them before marriage, but mostly, it will be your first time with them, the night will be very long, i feel they will make the atmosphere around you like aromatic candles, lavender/jasmine? light scents, your future spouse would like to lick your clit a lot, they like giving you orgasms, you both try many new positions, doggy style or cowgirl reverse, its very funny how you both are so wild, lustful and yet passionate its like perfectly balanced, your first night will go on long, you might do it all night not sleeping at all, very intellectual and powerful wedding night, it will imprint on you, unforgettable, I also feel they are veryyy experienced just like pile 1, they know what they are doing, they won't tease you a lot because they are very much impatient just to take you, he will ask you to ride him a lot, you bouncing on him, he will give you hickey's like would be soo excited to show everyone you had a very great night, It wont be just sex, its a passionate union between the true divine lovers, i heard "Kamasutra sex" might be of importance, I also feel they will like to cum all over you, or on your tits, your bodies will just blend together perfectly, you both will cum together a lot, this pile might be virgin too, for some of you the sex is rough as well very peaceful, white color also have a importance in both of your lives or on your first night, as i said the chances are you both doing it for the first time the message was very strong, you both will rest very less but in the end you will be cuddling and sleeping together. I also feel the sex between you both will be very very sweaty.

wow, the message just kept coming and i gotta say very wild my pile 3 very wild, love it for you guys!

Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3

[eulalias-haven]

summertime—sweetness.

─┈ in which the cloud general of the xianzhou luofu finds peace in how you smile.

ㅤ─┈ jing yuan x gender neutral reader. a small drabble to kick start this blog!

❪⠀themes : fluff & romance!⠀❫

as the general of the xianzhou luofu and the most important man present in the ship, jing yuan has always been surrounded by people who were related to his work. yanqing, his young and dutiful retainer. fu xuan, master diviner of the divination commission. yukong, helm master of the sky—faring commission.

it isn’t uncommon to see jing yuan surrounded by extremely important people; asides, when he’s leaving work to find a good place to nap. the general of the xianzhou luofu is also a member of the seven arbiter general of the cloud knights and the six charioteers.

what was uncommon, though, was to see jing yuan be accompanied by a perfectly normal person that resided in the xianzhou luofu. commonfolk would clamor you once the general left your side to attend his duties, questioning why the ever so elusive and mysterious cloud general spend time with you.

though your answer— “he finds my presence enjoyable! we play chess often.” — would often leave them unsatisfied, only jing yuan would be able to answer that. perhaps fu xuan too, if she dared to rely on her divination. she wouldn’t, though. not after jing yuan himself warned her not to.

jing yuan found peace in your smile.

the first time he saw you smile, he was out with yanqing, surveying the busied streets of the ship. people parted for the general, offering their respects and well—wishes, which he was immensely grateful for. no matter how many times the people in the ship thanked him, jing yuan found it heartwarming all the while.

and yet—nothing could quite compare to your smile.

optics of molten gold catches sight of your smile—his eyes, ever so charming yet meticulous, hidden behind curtains of white. the cloud general found himself stunned; rooted to the spot, as he gazes at your smile. perhaps for others, it was another smile in the sea of other smiles, but it was different for the dozing general.

he finds himself drawn to it—to the way your eyes sparkled slightly in the sunlight, how your smile made the corners of your hues crinkle. the full cheeks, dusted by roses blooming ethereally, partnered with the soft laugh you let out—his favorite melody, unbeaten.

it was not a question of “why?”, but a statement of “because.”

why was jing yuan drawn to you? because he found your smile utterly captivating, he loves seeing you smile, he loves hearing you laugh—like the first taste of iced cold tea after a long day of training, akin to the sweet—sourness of lemongrass steeped into it. or, maybe even the first beam of sunlight after tedious cold nights. if jing yuan was a retired soldier who became a poet, he’d compare your smile to the first glances of light after a long battle, to the glow of a healer’s ability after suffering from an arduous wound.

for jing yuan, your smile was light itself; and as the cloud general of the xianzhou luofu, he found peace in it.

[phantomtwitch]

Masterpost

PhantomTwitch | 30-something | she/her

Hi! Welcome to my blog! It's only taken me over a decade to finally do this. I love cartoons and writing and all kinds of other things, and I have the kind of lame sense of humor that makes three year olds laugh hysterically and anyone older than ten roll their eyes most of the time.

This place is a disorganized disaster (kind of like my brain), with this post probably the closest thing to any sense of order I've tried to impose on it. Below are links to my various writings, as Tumblr's search bar sucks and most of you are probably members of the phandom that stumbled across one of my works somewhere and came looking for more.

(Though whether that's the case or not, you're welcome either way!)

I write a lot and genuinely love it. The only part of writing I actually hate is coming up with titles and summaries. Sometimes I get a decent flash of inspiration for a title, other times? Ehhhhh.

I'm happy to answer any asks and will, like many, happily ramble on endlessly about my fics.

I rarely post WIPs, so unless noted, all of the works below are completed as of this time and on AO3.

Danny Phantom Fanfics

Echoes

There was something wrong with Danny Fenton.

Nearly eighteen months after a lab accident left him hospitalized, his friends and family assumed he was still recovering from the side effects of his near-death experience. But after witnessing Danny do something ghostly, they begin to suspect something much more sinister is afoot and set out to save their friend from the clutches of the evil ghost possessing him.

As The Ice Begins to Crack

Little by little, as the public’s perception of him changed, Danny’s ghost form continued to reflect it. He looked more human every day, more confident, and more like the superheroes from the comics they used to read on the floor of Danny’s room as kids. As the months passed there was a moment when Tucker began to forget, to wonder if what he saw when Danny first stepped out of the portal that day was nothing more than a nightmare.

Inspired by this post on tumblr from paenling

Doubt Comes In

For InvisoBang 2023.

When Danny Fenton returns on the first day of spring after being kidnapped by the Fright Knight, something is off. His teeth are too sharp, his skin is too pale, and when he’s angry, the lights flicker as a harsh chill and the scent of ozone permeates the air as if heralding an approaching storm. There are moments when he is impossibly still, more statue than flesh, more ghost than human, and little by little everyone wonders if the child sitting in their midst is truly still Danny at all.

Scars He Hides

For Ecto-implosion 2023.

The portal accident left Danny with scars that glow whether he's Fenton or Phantom. He's done his best to hide them, but it's only a matter of time before someone finds out his secret.

Beyond the Grave

For Ecto-implosion 2023.

At the start of his freshman year, Danny Fenton disappeared. But much as Dash didn’t care and preferred to focus on football, it’s hard to avoid thinking about it after seeing Fenton dig himself out from an unmarked grave in the woods.

What We Have Been is What We Are

Based on this tumblr prompt from MadameTamma here

Maddie has a near death experience when an invention blows up on her in the lab. Her spirit is suddenly thrust from her body, and Clockwork appears to guide her down the Path, presenting her with a chance to learn from her past as her life flashes before her eyes. Little by little there are signs that she's missed something, that there's something off with Danny, and she finds herself risking her very existence to learn the truth.

So You Have Wished It

Something is wrong. Something has changed.

The signs start off so small, so easy to dismiss, but little by little it begins to spiral until Sam can't ignore it anymore and she's forced to face reality once again.

(This is a one-shot from part of a bigger AU I am working on currently)

My Body Is a Cage

For Angst Fest 2023

His friends aren't sure how much longer they can keep this a secret. Every time a ghost appears, Danny dies again. And every time Danny dies, they bring him back.

It doesn't help that no matter how much they try to explain to Danny what's happening, the truth never sticks.

Unnamed Electric Core OneShot

Currently on Tumblr only, now a bigger WIP, but this can still be read on its own. Another No One Knows AU with the ghosts being creepier than in canon.

Unnamed WIP

Currently on Tumblr only, this was inspired by yet another MadameTamma prompt where Danny does not remember being human. Body Horror fic and currently a WIP.

[yaoiconnoisseur]

♠ Knight of Spades - Mari ♠

〈 Protector of Innocence 〉

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Ahhh I finally get to post this :D It was an honor to be able to contribute to the amazing project that is Yuri!!! On Cards from the Yuri!!! On The Web Discord server!

You can see the entire project via this masterpost! If you'd like more context for this gigantic YOI AU, head over to this blog post for an explanation of everything.

I'd like to give a massive shoutout to @arom-antix and @lines-on-ice for basically putting this all together and making this amazing idea a reality. I know Arrow credits me as one of the admins of this project, but I really only made a Google Drive and did a little research for the artists on how to format their cards haha

I had a ton of fun coming up with Mari's design as the Knight of Spades. I knew right away that I wanted Mari's design to reflect her Japanese heritage since the suit of Spades is a fully Japanese cast.

I've cut me talking about the art itself and my thought process while working on it so I don't nuke your dash, but if you'd like to read my ramblings feel free to

Making Mari a samurai was an easy choice since, one, that's basically what a knight was in Japan (albeit there was no legal binding between a daimyo and his samurai), and, two, I've always HC'd Mari as a protective older sister in the sense she'd be fairly hands off until someone made the mistake of bullying her little Yuuri.

I wanted her armor to be blue since that was the overarching color scheme for Spades, but choosing what blues to use was.. Difficult. There needed to be enough contrast between the different pieces of her armor to show that the armor is made of multiple parts while keeping the hues and brightness values close enough to still look cohesive. I also wanted to keep the blues relatively low saturated to bring our Mari's blonde highlights.

(As I was coloring her armor I realized half way through that I basically drew a Samurott ginjinka oops (￣▽￣*)ゞ)

I had originally intended for the sarashi (the belt) to be pure white, however when I put all the base colors down I realized the white was too much and pulled your eyes away from Mari's overall form. I knew having the belt be pure blue would make the belt blend in too much with the rest of the armor, so I ended up making the belt mostly blue with white accents as a compromise. I still wish the belt could have been white, but oh well.

As for the katana.. That was originally going to be pure blue, but like the belt problem, I had issues keeping the katana from looking muddied. I ended up trying five different variations of black/dark gray until I settled on what you see above lol. It was really difficult making the hilt of the katana look nice because if I went too dark with the blacks I would lose detail on the hilt, but if I went too light I would lose the contrast with the hilt's blues. As for the saya (scabbard/sheathe) I wanted it to be black, but I ended up matching it to Mari's armor instead because a black saya with a mostly black hilt somehow made the entire katana look flat.

The color palates I used for everything else was just me eyeballing her fleshtone and hair color through various screenshots I ripped directly from the show.

The background gave the the most trouble out of everything though because I'm not particularly great at making interesting, minimalistic backgrounds for my art. The card looked to plain without some sort of variation of color behind Mari, but since her armor was already so complex I needed a background that didn't take away from those complexities and didn't muddy the entire piece. I had originally planned to do a sumi-e type background, however I found that no matter what I did the sumi-e designs took away focus from Mari. Eventually I settled on a default abstract Procreate brush and drew lines until something stuck.

Overall I had a blast making this and also the borders for the rest of the cards! I learned a lot about how to format and prep digital canvases for making a card deck, too lol

[countrymusiclover]

33 - Dragon vs Dragon

Part 34

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

Tags- just send an ask to be added @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila @noirrose21-blog @lover-of-books-and-tea

The first time I saw snow I was the right age of fourteen years old.  

Dismounting my horse the wind was catching my hair that matched the color of my hair.  My brother had made the journey with me and Ser Barriston.  “I’m proud of myself that I came prepared for these chilly winds and snow.” I smiled wearing a white fur cloak over an all black outfit. 

“It is a pleasure to have you visit the wall my ancestors created.” Lifting my head upward I saw a northern man with gray eyes and dark brown hair.  The figure made his way down the snowy steps bowing to my brother. “My prince.” 

Rhaegar smiled dressed in all black clothing making his hair the only white thing aside from the snow. “Thank you for your time, Lord Stark.” 

“My princess.” Brandon Stark brought my gloved hand up to his lips kissing it before he gestured to the wooden elevator pulling structure. “Would you both care to see the wall?” 

“Very much, Lord Brandon.” Sending him a kind smile following him onto the elevator.  Scanning my eyes out the gap of the elevator holes seeing the winter landscape was far as the eye could see.  “Have you ever traveled South,  Lord Brandon?” 

“No I haven’t , my princess.  My place is in the North after all Winter is Coming.” 

My brother raised a brow, chuckling lightly. “Coming you say.  What is this then that falls from the sky and is shivering my bones?” 

“This is only a light summer snow, my prince.  In winter it will cover all you see.” 

Brandon lifted the sliding door up allowing us to step out the leg first.  My boots crunched against the packed down snow until I stopped walking standing on the edge of the ice wall.  “This is truly incredible, Brandon.” 

“My ancestors brought King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne to see the Wall.  His grace stood at this very outlook and watched as their dragons,  the greatest power in the world,  refused to cross it.”  

Rhaegar glanced at the North lord believing in most things that couldn’t be seen. “Do you think the stories they say are true about wildlings and White Walkers?” 

“Do you think my ancestors built a 700 foot wall of ice to keep out snow and savages?” The eldest Stark son asked him a question back. 

Rhaegar raised a brow. “What does it keep out?” 

“White Walkers.” I replied to his question with a childish smirk on my lips. 

Brandon nodded in agreement with my answer. “The army of the Dead.” 

“Do you one day think we will have to face the creatures beyond the Wall?” I asked him feeling soft droplets of snow falling down onto my hair with a small crown formed with my hair.  The North was a foreign land to me yet in a way I didn’t shy away from the challenges it may throw at me. 

Brandon turned his body to face me. “Tis hard to know what we will face in the coming years, princess.  Northerners only know two things: to fight hard and be loyal to their own.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, my lord.  Especially if I ever am given the chance to become Queen.” I smile fondly at the North lord.  Unknown to me that was the day my brother knew I might make a good ruling queen, learning how the other side of the world works. 

Traping through the dark hallways of the dragon castle I halted in my steps outside my sister's chamber door.  Knocking on her door I held the dagger loosely in my left hand behind my back.  The big door creaked opened revealing my sister's face in the light of the burning torches in the darkness.  “Sister, what are you doing here so late in the night?” 

“We need to talk through some things.  May I come in?” I questioned her doing my best to show no emotion when I spoke to her.  I wanted to but was unsure of the direction she truly wished to take us in at the moment. 

She stepped aside allowing me in before closing the door once I was inside her chambers. “What do we need to discuss this late of an hour?”

“What exactly is your plan?  Are we going to help Jon Snow or ride South and attempt to dethrone Cersei Lannister?” 

She knits her brows at me. “The Iron Throne is my destiny.  Although I suppose I should say it’s our destiny now that I know you’re alive and well.” 

“I don’t want it though.” 

She questioned me. “Why not?” 

“I don’t have to tell you anything until you answer my question.  Especially considering the Lannister fleet, the old Valyria houses and a whole army of dragons are under my command not yours.” 

My sister glared at me. “How dare you speak to me that way.” 

“A dragon vs a dragon.  You’ve faced someone who’s your equal.  That’s why you refuse to answer my previous questions.” I challenge her with a teasing look. 

Daenerys crossed her arms over her chest. “I will send my army and fly with my dragons to Kings Landing and remove Cersei Lannister from my throne.  Once she is gone the wheel will be broken once and for all.” 

“Until the day comes and the people start to see you as they saw our father.  A queen mad with power and three deadly dragons ready to burn the city to the ground.” 

She brought a hand up to her forehead. “You clearly don’t know me at all.” 

“You don’t know me,  sister.   You don’t know the smallfolk like I do.  You don’t know the Northerners like me.  It appears you don’t know a great many things I’m afraid to say.” 

My little sister spun on her heels heading towards the door about to throw it open and push me out. “I think it's time you leave my chambers, sister.” 

“Oh I’m not going anywhere until you tell me your course of action.” Leaning my back against her small table set up in the corner.  Wrapping my fingers tightly around the dagger handle for strength.  

Daenerys whipped her head around. “I already told you my course of action.  The Iron Throne is mine and I will take it.  With fire and blood I will take it!” 

“Then you’ll shortly lose it to someone else who seeks to take it from you.” 

She dropped her hands to her sides, still confused at what I was telling her. “What in the seven hells are you trying to tell me, Vaella!” 

“There’s a prophecy you weren’t taught.  A prophecy that only the Targaryen heirs were told.  If you wish to be the ruler to the Iron Throne then you must understand it.”  Striding across the room meeting her in the middle I drew the blade out from behind my back and in her line of sight. “The Song of Ice and Fire Aegon the Conqueror called it.  A great winter that hurts everyone including our enemies.  I believe he was talking about the Night King and his army.” 

Dany rolled her eyes. “The current enemy is Cersei Lannister who has declared war, not some myths of walking dead men.  What are we going to do about her?” 

“If you could take the throne without bloodshed would you-“ 

“Are you not angry that she sits on our throne?  That she’s taken our destiny from us.” She cut me off sharply. 

Scoffing at her I could feel a fire burning deep down inside of me. “We should declare war against her because we’re angry.” 

“No.  But we can’t do nothing when she has stolen our throne.” 

Pushing myself past her I almost got by until I saw her wrap her hand around my wrist spinning me around to face her. “Dany, let me go.” 

“Why do you wish to support Jon Snow so badly?” 

Meeting her purple gaze I sucked in a breath. “If we don’t have the support of all the houses then what’s the point in trying.  It’s just a throne of swords and a fancy title.  Whoever sits the throne should have earned the name and not simply been born with the popular family name.” 

“You know I can’t ever tell whose side you're truly on mine or someone else’s and it ends this instant!” She bared her teeth managing to snatch the dagger from my hand pointing it directly at my right eye. 

I grunted holding her wrist that held the dagger back just enough where she didn’t stab me through it.  “I’m not on any side.  I’m concerned for the entire realm.  We have to come together to fight the Night King.” My other hand was pushed against her chest with her freehand gripping onto the fabric of my cloak holding me close to her body. 

“I've only ever had faith in myself not anyone else and certainly not some bastard from the North.  That will never change except for my faith in you!” She bared her teeth at me without dropping the blade. 

Glaring at my little sister with no fear I spat in her face. “I'm right here, sister.  I gave you your name, alas it doesn't matter anymore if you wish to kill me.  So go on, do it.  Kill me!” 

“I've sent traitors away for less.” She muttered back to me. 

Raising my chin I kept waiting for her to stab me in the gut or something along those lines. “You can't do it can you.  You've only ever had someone else or your dragons kill someone.  Now that you have the chance you can't strike me because I'm your sister.” 

“You've told me I've done things wrong.  What would you suggest I do with a seemingly traitorous woman like you?” 

Growling in her face the fact that she held a blade near my eye was forgotten. “I'm your older sister for one.  So you should show me some respect and realize I know more than you do about the people of Westeros.  I know how they think because I've lived as a smallfolk, I've spoken with northern lords at the Wall, I've seen what Wildfire or dragons can do to a person, I've been raised as a princess and know the political side too.  My point is that you need me.” 

“What would you me do if I don't wish to kill you but greatly seem to need your help?” Dany asked me, lowering her hand holding the knife and stepping away from me. 

Holding out an open hand to her I declared in Velaryon. “Ivestragī īlva letagon īlva ānogar. Daor rȳ dīnilūks yn rȳ nykeā vow īlon mazverdagon naejot jemēla se se gods. ( Let us bind our blood. Not through marriage but through a vow we make to ourselves and the gods.” 

“Ao se nyke issi vēttan hen perzys. Syt bona mērī īlon shall udrāzma hēnkirī. ( You and I are made of fire.  For that alone we shall rule together.” My little sister placed Aegon the Conquerors dagger back into my hand,  dragging it across her palm with blood dripping onto the floor. 

Sliding the blade across my palm I met her gaze, holding my bleeding hand up to her. Aegon's dagger being held tightly in my other hand. “īlon letagon jemēla rȳ ānogar. ( We bind ourselves through blood.” 

“īlon letagon jemēla rȳ ānogar. ( We bind ourselves through blood.” She clasped her bleeding hand with my own, instantly staring into my purple eyes that matched hers. 

Cersei wouldn't have one dragon to face, now she must face two. 

[ask-cari-and-floea]

Intro Post

This is an ask blog for two Kirby OCs who totally don't ruin our brains, Cari and Floea.

Our main blogs are @hunty-long-legs (Cari's creator) and @mistilteinn-magolor (Floea's creator).

Feel free to send in any kind of ask you'd like, this is for the purpose of getting to know these two better, after all. Just be sure to keep asks PG-13 at most, as we are both minors. So no NSFW or anything like that. Other characters may appear, if the ask calls for them or it makes sense to put them there. Also, remember that Cari and Floea are best friends and adoptive sisters.

Below the cut will be basic info and backstory about the two blorbos <3

Cari

She was a human living on Shiver Star before it froze over, but after it did, she ended up dying from the cold. However, Morpho Knight decided to give her another chance, and made her into a puffball, and she ended up in Dreamland. Floea and Magolor found her crashed down on the ground and Floea took her in. From then on, Cari and Floea ended up adopting each other as sisters. Once, Cari ate an apple that Dark Meta Knight poisoned (because of... another oc) and nearly died, and she met Papi in the Underworld. At a later point Cari fled from Floea's house, where she lived, to the Halberd in fear that she would hurt someone, thanks to random Cari intrusive thoughts. Floea was super worried when she went missing, but was able to find her, and let her stay with Meta Knight because she realized that she had not been feeding her well on accident. Oops. Now, Meta Knight is Cari's adoptive dad, and Kirby is her adoptive brother. She even became Elfilin's girlfriend.

Floea

Floea is part of one of the species of Ancients from the New World and she lived there with her parents. One time her parents went to Lab Discovera without her, bringing along Leon, Fecto Forgo used Leon to murder her parents. Some time later, she fell through one of the occasional portals Forgo was making pre-KatFL and landed in Dreamland. The Mage Sisters found her and took her in, raising her and teaching her ice magic, but when they all started getting a little crazy because of the whole cult thing, Floea got scared that they were going to hurt her or something, and ran away. That's when she met Cari and Magolor. Months later, Floea and Magolor ended becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. He even begrudgingly let Floea keep a doomer that ended up in the Lor one day that Floea named Gear. Also, Beryl (from the light novels) is a huge simp for Floea and once kidnapped and impersonated Magolor to try to get Floea to like him, but that just made her hate him.

[vampirelover890]

Introduction

Hallo! I'm Ted (he/him), and this is my writing blog where I vomit my brains onto my keyboard, and it sometimes makes sense.

This is my second blog, which is reserved for writing, but maybe an artistic expression next month. Who knows. Anyways, if you want more of the man behind the works, you can find me at @californyankat.

Ask box is open to any and all. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible!

While I do not write explicit scenes, I warn you that beyond this post is blood and bones.

My favorite things are jumping into light fierce, stale bread, water without any ice, the newest season of The Simpsons, and dirt.

My Full Writing List

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Short descriptions of my wips below cut

My WIPs:

The Moon's Favorite - A bookworm shares a body with a vengeful monster, who sees it fit to kill each and every god.

The Corpse of the Corporate Ladder - A renimated cadaver takes up the role of office janitor in order to keep suspicions low.

Till Death Do Us Part - Naive youngster is a bit too overzealous when it comes to necromancy.

The Blue Knight - The forgotten hero of Ynsdryth is no longer duty bound to the late queen and must reintegrate into society.

Surprisingly I havent written anything about Vampires in a while.

Also, I'm not very good at the whole social part of social media, but am fine with being tagged in stuff. Tag me all you wish.

[dawnslight-aegis]

intro/about post...thing

I keep meaning to make one of these so

welcome to @dawnslight-aegis, my ffxiv blog that is mostly dedicated to my dearest and most beloved lizard WoL, Kaede

here is a picture of her, please imagine me pulling it out of my wallet like a proud parent

anyway

I have a page for my most used tags here, Kaede's co-WoL and partner in crime can be found at @foamofthe-sea, and my fanfiction about both of them and also a couple of elf boys is primarily on AO3.

Kaede biography type things under the cut!

Name: Kaede Kazarishi (Kaede: summer maple, Kazarishi: jeweler)

Epithet: the True

Titles: Flame Captain, Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, Savior of Ishgard, Traveler, and most recently, Viscountess of House Borel

Age: 25 at ARR start, 29 at EW end

Heritage/Affliation: Hannish on her father's side, Doman on her mother's. Born in the Mor Dhonan wilds, raised in New Sharlayan (birth-10) and La Noscea (11-21). Captain in the Immortal Flames, part-time resident of Ishgard.

Combat specializations: Holy Knight (PLD variant), Dark Knight, Red Mage, Light Mage (WHM variant)

Non-combat specializations: Master Goldsmith, Journeywoman Blacksmith/Armorer/Miner

Patron Deity: Halone (and Hydaelyn)

Elemental affinity: Ice/Light (primary), Fire (secondary), Wind (tertiary)

Ancient: Eos Erigeneia, she who held the seat of Azem

Soul color: Blue/pink/gold (sunrise/dawn)

Notable relationships: Marzanna Kimbatuul (best friend and fellow Warrior of Light), Aymeric de Borel (husband), Estinien Varlineau (close ally/mildly toxic bestie), Alphinaud and Alisaie Leveilleur (all-but-officially adopted siblings), Yuriko Kazarishi (mother), Roric Blackthorne (stepfather), Edmont de Fortemps (adopted father), Haurchefant Greystone (ally and former lover, deceased), Emet-Selch (complicated).

Assorted Symbolism because I think about this stuff too much

Zodiac: Libra Sun, Leo Moon, Aquarius Rising

Meyers-Briggs: INTJ (introverted/intuitive/thinking/judging)

Tree: Maple (strength, endurance, protection -- also it's in her name)

Gemstone: Labradorite (protection, strength, courage -- also it's blue)

Flower: White Daffodil (renewal, rebirth, chivalry)

Tarot: Judgement (absolution, rebirth, motivation)

have a couple of inspo memes too while I'm at it

[fe-fictions]

Omg I’m so glad I found your new blog I was so worried for a sec 😭 could you maybe write a fic with lonqu or chrom where robin gets lost in a blizzard?

(Let's goooo it is time for angst)

Chrom: He was the first one to notice something was wrong. The prince was usually in lock-step with his wife, the two of you inseparable and happy to be side by side when on the trail.

But navigating to Ferox had been a challenge. Continuing past Ferox to the western end of the continent required more traveling in the snow. 

And when the blizzard became so severe Shepherds started experiencing snow blindness, it was time to find shelter and set up some form of camp to protect against the cold.

Chrom was halfway through helping Frederick with setting up a fire when he realized he hadn’t seen you in several minutes. Considering you’d been just behind him before the group started reconstructing camp, it was jarring to realize you’d all but disappeared.

He assured Frederick he didn’t need help trying to find you- the primary focus for the knight needed to be getting the campfires built and sustaining as quickly as possible. The prince’s sole purpose now was to try and get his hands on the tactician. The patrolees watching the outskirts of camp shook their heads when he asked if they’d seen you.

Lissa, Sumia and Cordelia hadn’t seen hide nor hair of you since camp started to be set up.

The urgency in his blood was starting to give way to panic; there was precious time that should not be wasted if you were still out in the cold. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what happened.

It wasn’t until he made it to Ricken that he realized nobody knew where you were. The most likely explanation was that you were still out there, in the cold.

Chrom took all of two seconds before he was sprinting back into the snow, shouting for you over the howl of the wind. You were in a dark coat- it shouldn’t be hard to find you.

The snow and ice was relentless, which deeply worried your husband. It meant finding you was going to be even more difficult than he first thought, and if you were struggling in the middle of it, you wouldn’t last long on your own.

You hated the cold. Being stranded in a blizzard was easily your worst nightmare.

He could hear the echoes of other Shepherds shouting after you, helping him try and locate his wife. Several minutes past; he couldn’t see the light from the camp anymore, and the torches that others had smartly carried with them were also faded and difficult to see in the whiteout.

It carried on for ages; you were nowhere to be found, and you weren’t answering any calls. Chrom was frightened. The panic persisted, until a bright red flare rocketed up into the air; a fire spell that signified something was going on.

His heart skipped a hopeful beat; had someone found you? He trudged through the heavy snow as fast as he could, heading towards the direction of the flare. 

A small group of Shepherds had already gathered, some of whom were frantically shouting orders and others were taking off their coats, forming a group crouched in the snow.

His hope was extinguished when he made it over; they found you, but you were unresponsive.

You were unconscious in the snow; according to Stahl’s strained voice, you were face down.

Chrom all but forced his way into the center, ripping off his cape and winter tunic. Ice bit into his wool undershirt; it was nowhere near enough to keep him warm.

But your lips were blue and your eyes hadn’t opened. You were a heavy, limp body on the ground.

“Robin!!” His voice cracked, throwing the clothing over you and wrapping you as tightly as he could with aching hands. He was the one to lift you up, carrying you back to the camp with the group of Shepherds frantically rushing ahead to inform the others what had happened.

“Hold on, Robin- j-just hold on a little longer-!” He whispered through chattering teeth, tucking your head against his neck. Your nose was all but frozen, the touch of your skin sending shivers rocketing down his spine. It felt like he was carrying a block of ice. It horrified him.

When he reunited with the army, they were all ushering him towards the healing tent. A heated cot was already prepared, Ricken and Lissa casting a number of charms over it to try and resuscitate you.

With the cleric’s help, Chrom stripped away your wet clothes, leaving you in little more than undergarments that were spared from the unforgiving snow. He laid you down on the cot, and instantly you were showered with blankets and thick woolen things, healing and warmth spells being cast over you from head to toe.

Chrom refused to leave your side. 

He was stuck to the bedside, finding your chilly fingers beneath the blankets and grasping your hand as tightly as he could. He rubbed it anxiously, hoping the friction would at least help with the process  (though not nearly as much as a healer’s efforts would). 

The following hours would be excruciatingly slow, but they were not without results.

Bit by bit, color started returning to your face. He could feel the heat returning to your extremities, your hand warm under his. Libra was the first to note that your breathing had deepened…you would be unconscious for a little while longer, but what was important was that the worst of it seemed to be over.

The prince had to fight to keep tears from spilling over. 

He stayed with you in the warmth of the healing tent, watching as your expression eased, as though you were simply taking a nap rather than being thawed out from a harrowing collapse in the snow.

Eventually, thank Naga, you came to. Your hand shifted in Chrom’s, alerting him that you had regained some consciousness.

“Robin?” 

Your eyes fluttered slightly at your name. Chrom leaned forward, squeezing your hand tighter. 

“Robin, are you awake?” 

Your brow furrowed and you frowned, starting to shift beneath all the blankets. 

“...Cold…”

“Cold?” He repeated, standing up. “Y-you’re still cold? Hold on- Libra!!” He shouted for the healer, who was quick to return back to the cot.

“Robin’s conscious! What a relief.”

“She said she’s cold.” He informed Libra urgently, and the priest looked troubled.

“There are not many more supplies we can give her- perhaps the spells aren’t strong enough. Milord...perhaps you can be of assistance.”

“Me?” He looked back at Libra, who gestured for him to get under the blankets with you. Realization dawned on his face.

“Body heat is an excellent way to try and warm up another person in a pinch; seeing as we’ve exhausted most of our options, I thought this would be a more prudent method to help Robin warm up.”

“Of course.” He nodded and quickly shucked off his boots and armor, making himself as accessible as possible to you given the situation. Chrom hurried under the pile of blankets, coming to your side in the tight quarters that was a single medical cot. 

It didn’t bother you that the space was tight; you actually preferred it. As if magnetized to his warmth you drew close to him, welcoming his tight embrace when his arms came around you. He held fast, blushing softly when you tucked your face into his neck. You were, at least, much warmer than you were before. 

“Is this better?” Chrom asked you quietly, and you nodded, curling your fingers into his tunic.

“Yeah.” 

“Good.” He whispered, holding you as close as possible. “We were all so worried about you. What happened to you?”

“I-I got lost…I couldn’t s-see in the snow…” You managed, the tremor in your voice suggesting you still needed some good warming up. He squeezed you closer. “I thought I was with you, b-but it was like I blinked and everyone was gone.”

He grimaced, “I see. It’s not surprising, given the severity of the weather we ran into. I’ll make sure to stay closer, next time…to think I let you out of my sight for even a moment in that weather…it’s more my fault than anyone else’s. You’re not used to navigating snow, let alone in conditions like that.”

“Let’s just…not go through s-snow anymore.”

Chrom smiled to himself, stroking your hair. “No more snow?”

“No more snow.”

“Fair enough.” He laughed softly, curling around you and making sure to keep you nice and warm. It would take a little while longer until you were back to a proper temperature, but Libra was quite relieved to see that you were sleeping soundly, the two of you having fallen asleep under all the warmth circulating between you.

Eventually you were discharged from the medical tent, with strict instructions to continue to rest in your shared tent. Should you need any extra warmth, Chrom was put on high alert to help you again if your temperature started to fall. A job he was more than happy to take on.

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Lon’qu: He had a feeling the weather was going to get worse before you set out to town a few hours ago. Ferox’s winter was brutally unforgiving, and it was almost guaranteed that a few people would be unfortunate enough to succumb to the cold if they were caught unawares.

He’d warned you time and again to have extreme caution in the weather, and that if it ever reached a point that you were worried about the weather, always turn back and get home, or find somewhere warm to shelter until the worst of it subsided.

You always took him seriously, so Lon’qu’s worries were less surrounding your lack of experience or the fear that you weren’t understanding the severity of Ferox blizzards.

Rather, it was just the treacherous nature of the icy winds that had him on edge. He made sure the fire was roaring in the house, located just on the edge of town. 

It was important to Lon’qu to have that solitude, and the space and privacy that having a more secluded residence allowed. The Khan had offered lodging for both of you on multiple occasions, but he turned Flavia down, knowing full well that both she and Basilio would pester him constantly and likely conscript him for whatever Khan shenanigans they had planned.

Hearing the howl of the winds picking up outside, though…it did make him wonder if their offer ought to have been considered. It would’ve been much harder for you to get into trouble.

He heard a tap at the door, and all but sprinted to it; however there was no Robin to be found. A branch had thumped a little harder than usual against it, due to the winds.

Looking outside made his stomach flip; he could only see a few feet in front of him. The weather had turned far worse than he would’ve anticipated. 

The winter treachery was in full swing, and he wasn’t sure you’d be able to navigate it with the sheer lack of visibility that the snow provided.

He pulled on his thickest winter wear, throwing on a scarf and whatever woolen wear he hadn’t already put on (in anticipation of meeting up with you if you needed help), and made sure to grab a blanket and extra coat for you. 

Preparing for the worst was something that was drilled into his head as a child; but ever since you came home, he wanted to be prepared for any possible scenario that threatened taking his happiness away a second time.

It appeared that it was man against nature, for this particular challenge.

He hurried out the door, moving as fast as he could against biting wind that was quite literally pushing against him. He headed towards town; if you hadn’t gotten turned around by the weather and you were still trying to head back to the house, you’d likely be on the road.

The thought did occur to him that if you’d lost your sense of direction, you could be lost somewhere out in the forests. A shiver ran down his spine, more out of dread than the chill trying to eat into his skin. 

You were smart; if anything you were most likely inside a tavern or a kind stranger’s home, waiting for the weather to calm down enough for you to make it back to the house.

Lon’qu would try to spare you that trouble, marching through the snow and forcing his way through. It was halfway up his shin; and by the time the snow calmed, it would likely be past his knees.

It made the journey far more difficult, but squinting against the white and gray in search of your dark winter coat wasn’t much easier.

The purple scarf he’d bought for you in the market a year ago was the one you’d worn out on your errands, if he recalled correctly. Black coat, purple scarf. He hoped you had the hood pulled over your head; white hair and white snow was impossible to tell apart.

He knew calling for you would be fruitless; the wind would drown him out unless you were a few feet away. Instead he prayed, hoping he’d spot you sooner rather than later.

It was when he was a solid twenty minutes away from the house that he spotted a dark silhouette. Instinctively he picked up speed, breaking through the crunching snow at a faster pace.

“Robin?” He called out, and the figure stilled. “Robin, is that you?!”

In response, the figure seemed to sway. Then stumbled into the snow.

Lon’qu was running.

He raced to close the distance, identifying what he was looking for before he closed the distance. Black coat, check. Purple scarf?

“...Shit.”

Lon’qu was on his knees in the snow, nearly crashing into you when he reached the figure in the snow. It was your coat that was wet with snow, and your scarf that was covered in ice crystals. 

Wasting no time, he turned you on your back; you needed to get warm yesterday. He heaved your back up so you were sitting against him, tugging off your wet coat and worked to push your arms into the sleeves. You were completely despondent; he got to you just as you passed out.

“Hang on, Robin-” He growled, ripping off his gloves with his teeth while he pulled your frozen mittens off, shoving them onto your hands. He replaced your scarf with his own as well, before wrapping you up in the blanket he brought and lifted you from the snow.

You were heavy and limp in his arms, which would’ve been far more frightening if he hadn’t felt the shallow breath puff against his neck. 

He abandoned the freezing clothing in the snow; he’d retrieve it later. Right now, you needed to get warm. He carried you through the snow, the twenty minute trek turning into thirty between the extra struggle of carrying you and the deepening snow. 

His fingers were numb, and without the protection of his coat, his own warmth was quickly being sapped away. But that didn’t matter; so long as you were in trouble, his own safety would be overlooked until you were better.

There was no way he was going to let you slip away from him because of a bad snow. 

Lon’qu all but crashed through the front door, using all his strength not to trip over the foyer and drop you in the process. He clambered to the living room, awkwardly lowering you onto the couch while breathless and struggling to coordinate with his own freezing limbs. 

He was quick to push you closer to the fire, throwing on another log for good measure before undoing the rest of his winter clothes, which were now almost entirely soaked through.

His appendages were almost burning from cold, forcing himself away from the flames long enough to slam the front door shut and trudge back to the bedroom to change his own clothes.

Mercifully his underclothes had been spared from the ice, and he only had to spend a few more chilling moments half naked before he changed into a thick turtleneck and woolen trousers.

He grabbed an extra pair of socks and some thick winter clothes for you as well; clearly your clothing was in need of a good dry, and sitting you down in front of the fire while still soaked was only going to do so much.

Lon’qu returned to the den with a bit more blood circulating, finding you were waking back up.

“Robin?” 

He came to your side, the clothes set on the chair beside you while he put his hands on your face. Your cheeks were still cold, and your nose was pink; but the good news was that color was returning to your face, and you were at least looking at him.

“L-L-Lon’qu…?” Your teeth chattered. His jaw clenched, grabbing the sweater and unwrapping your bundling.

“I’m here. I’ve brought you some dry clothes…can you move well enough to change?” He asked carefully, undoing the buttons on the coat. 

You thought for a moment, eyebrows drawing together, but you shook your head. If you’d tried to move your limbs, he hadn’t noticed a change. 

“That’s all right. I’m going to help you.” He assured you, and quickly removed his scarf and gloves, pulling off your boots and socks before he was able to peel away the rest of your clothing. He was far more gentle with you than before, without the urgency of pulling you from the snow making him all but throw the clothes onto you.

He carefully pulled the sweater over your head, and had opted for a skirt to pull on rather than trying to maneuver your shaking legs into pants. Once you were changed into something far more comfortable, he helped the wool socks onto your chilled feet, and then proceeded to re-bundle you in a far warmer blanket that hadn’t been exposed to the elements.

The effect was almost instant.

You blinked a few times, able to open your eyes fully and look up at him. He shifted so that he was sitting beside you on the couch, opening the blanket so that he can join you underneath. 

He put his arms around you and held you to him, the heat from his own body hopefully easing your struggle. You pressed into him, your head resting on Lon’qu’s chest.

“How do you feel?” “Warmer…” You sighed softly, sounding quite relieved. “I can’t believe you found me. How…how’d you know I was in trouble?”

“I had a bad feeling about it.” He said softly, “I waited a little while when the storm started to pick up, but when it got heavier, I thought I’d meet you halfway. I didn’t know if you’d be okay or not, but…I’m glad I prepared for the worst.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was a whisper, one that alarmed him. You sounded teary, which was the last thing you needed after the harrowing experience you just had. “I-I thought it was okay. I turned back when it s-started to get bad, but…I just thought I could get home in time.”

“It’s not your fault. You did the right thing.” He reassured you softly, reaching up and brushing away the tears from your eyes. “You were right to turn around and try to come home. Neither of us could’ve known how bad it was going to get. Even after years of living here, it can be difficult to discern how bad the weather will be.”

“I shouldn’t have gone out at all.” You huffed, “I must’ve frightened you terribly.”

“If it was bad enough, I wouldn’t have let you go out at all. The winds just changed…it happens.” He said it more firmly, gently taking your chin so you would look up at him. “What’s important is that you’re safe. You’re still here.”

“I know…you’re right.” You nodded, sniffling softly. You buried your face in his chest again, exhaling heavily when he squeezed you closer. “I can’t thank you enough for keeping me safe.”

“Tch. Don’t thank me for that.” He huffed, resting his chin on top of your head. “Of course I’m gonna look out for you. Even I don’t trust Feroxi winters…like hell I’d leave you out there without being ready to help. Hopefully you’d do the same for me.”

“Of course I would…though I’d likely have to be a bit more strategic- maybe bring a sled or something.”

“A sled?”

“You weigh nearly 100 lbs more than me- you think I can lug your deadweight a mile from the house in that kind of weather? We’d both freeze!”

“Good point. We should buy a sled the next time we go to market.”

“Great idea,” You hummed, feeling more yourself the longer you warmed up with your husband. You smiled to yourself, “We could use it to pull meat and weapons to the market to sell, and then we can bring back groceries and things on it.” 

“Heh.” He nodded, “We could always get a donkey and a cart for all that.”

“But a sled’s cheaper, and it’s just the two of us. We don’t hunt enough to need a whole cart,” You reminded him, “Besides, once Morgan’s born, we can pull him along on the sled, and he can use it to play when he’s older.”

“...That’s a good point.” He seemed convinced, making you laugh softly. Lon’qu smiled some, relieved to hear you were back in good spirits. “We’ll get one as soon as possible. For now, though…let me go make some food. It’ll help you feel better.”

“Something hot,” You requested as he carefully peeled away, tucking the blanket back around you before he left. He nodded to you, heading straight for the kitchen.

“We still have some salted beef left- how do you feel about stew?”

“Gods, I love you.”

“Tch.” He blushed brightly, quickly turning away to hide the blush that his bright red ears readily gave away. “...Love you, too.”

Mercifully, you were able to recover well during the days that you were both stuck at the house. A cleric was called once the storm let up, and informed you both that you would be just fine after a few more days of rest.

In the meantime, Lon’qu reached out to Khan Flavia about that lodging offer- at the very least, perhaps a house with some land closer to town would be a better option than risking turning his wife (and future son) to turn into ice blocks.

[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

at the last stroke of midnight (pt. 6); shouto todoroki/reader

Content warnings: aged up characters, everyone is in their 20s or older. fantasy au. no pronouns used for reader, but they are described to wear skirts and are referred to as ‘my lady’.

heyyy so this literally kept me up last night. sorry the last parts are like 6 months late. hopefully the finale is worth the wait.

part 5 : part 6 (you are here) : part 7

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

All you know is that you need to get away.

Your mind is whirling, the snide voice of your own insecurities filling your mind with all the reasons a prince  could never love you. You race out of the ballroom, startling the guards at the door. The main doors to the palace are shut, and too heavy for you to open on your own, so you make a split second decision and dart down the halls towards the servant's passages.

 A moment after you make your escape, you hear Shouto's voice call out for you, and footsteps pounding down the marble hallways on your heels. You dash into the servant's passage, throwing the door open behind you. Several maids in the passage quickly move out of your way, armloads of linens hoisted above their heads to make room for your escape.

The passage opens up into the scullery, and you slow your mad dash enough to avoid the risk of falling into one of the steaming hot vats of water, topped with soapy foam, where laundry is being washed. Finally, you reach a door to the outside, and you take a breath of cool night air. You can still hear a commotion inside, and you're not ready for what that might mean, so you continue your flight deep into the palace gardens.

The gardens are dark, lit only by the arcane lamps that stand near the paths, and the shadows grow even deeper when you veer off the path and into the woods at the heart of the gardens. Left nearly blind in the darkness, your feet take you down a path you know well- and soon, willow fronds brush against your skin as you arrive at the great willow tree at the heart of the garden.

You sink to the soft grass, your skirts pooling around you. Your mind whirls, processing not just tonight, but everything that's happened over the past few days. The knowledge that your knight is the prince of the kingdom slots in like a final puzzle piece, revealing the whole picture. It makes sense now, why the queen seemed so knowledgeable, and why Princess Fuyumi had acted so strange at the tournament.

Your knight is a prince.

You bring your hands up to your face, pressing them over your mouth. Goddess above, you'd sassed a prince,  and even worse, you'd licked his hand. You've been in the south long enough to begin to understand what their royalty meant, and the rules that surround people of that station. It was out of the question to talk back to them, let alone lick them, and you'd done both.

You contemplated making a break for it back to your village up in the glaciers, but then you thought about having to explain the circumstances of your return to the village elders and immediately changed your mind. You'd rather endure a lifetime of ridicule in a southern court over a moment of your elder's displeasure- they'd most likely scold you for embarrassing the village, and they'd be right.

You flopped back in the grass, looking up at the moon through  the willow boughs. Absentmindedly, you stretched out a hand, watching the silvery light play over your fingers. You're going to have to face the queen, you muse, conjuring  motes of ice in the air, letting them refract the moonlight. Now that you think about it, she had seemed rather excited over the prospect of you spending time with her son, and now you'll have to explain that you ran away from him during one of the biggest events of the year. Your exit definitely made an impression, and most likely not the good kind.

Shouto's face hovered in your mind's eye. He had looked devastatingly handsome in his formal wear, hair pushed back to showcase his handsome features, and a tailored coat accenting his broad shoulders and trim waist. More importantly, you remembered the stricken look on his face when you had pulled away from him in the ballroom. If he had genuine feelings for you, he definitely didn't anymore, you think.  He'd looked… heartbroken.

The crunch of footsteps snaps you out of your reverie, and you snap up from your position on the grass. You can make out a figure in the trees, and you try to quietly stand up, shuffling behind the trunk of the willow.

The footsteps get closer, and you can hear the soft rustle of the willow boughs parting as the figure steps past their shroud.

"My lady? Are you here?"

You squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart races- what do you say to the person whose heart you just broke? Worse, what will he say to you?

"Do you truly not wish to see me, my lady?" Goddess above, the sound of his voice twists your heartstrings. He sounds so melancholy his voice almost brings tears to your eyes. He waits for a moment, and when you don't respond, you hear a sigh wrench out of his chest and the sound of his boots on the loam as he turns to leave.

"Wait! Please wait," you call out, pressing yourself against the tree. You clap your hands over your mouth- your words surprise you almost as much as they surprise Shouto. You can hear his sharp intake of breath as he turns back.

"What is it, my lady? Ask of me anything, and I will grant it. Just please, do not flee from me again," he begs. You can hear him step closer, the brush of fabric against the tree trunk.

"I don't want anything from you," you can't help the way your voice snaps and cracks in the dark.

"Do you truly wish to not look at me?" he asks, and his voice sounds so sad that you can feel your heart crack.

"I'm not ready," you answer, voice thick with tears. "I'm scared, Shouto."

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm just a servant from a northern village, a commoner. You're a prince," you say. "I can't offer you anything- I have no money, no status, nothing that makes me worthy of royalty."

"That doesn't matter!" he roars. Distantly, you note that it's the loudest you've ever heard him speak. "I love you. All my life, I've only wanted someone that saw me for me, who didn't see the title, the crown. You saw me,  from the moment we met. You treated me like a person, like your friend. I loved you the moment you licked my hand,"  he lets out a dry chuckle.

You take a deep breath, hand over your racing heart, and then step out from behind the tree.

Shouto stands underneath the willow, drenched in silver moonlight. His hair has come loose from its style, a few strands draping across his forehead. You stretch out a hand for him, ignoring how it shakes a little. He reaches for you instantly, shedding his gloves so you can feel the warmth of his palm against yours.

"Say it again, please," you breathe.

"I love you," he murmurs, pulling you in by your hand. He moves slowly, letting you decide, and when you don't pull away he folds you against his chest.

You let your head rest against his chest, taking a deep breath before looking up into his varicolored eyes. He cups your cheek in one big hand, and you reflexively lean into the touch. "I'm ready to not be scared anymore," you say, steadying yourself against him. "I love you, and I'd like for you to kiss me."

"Gladly," he whispers, and leans down to slant his mouth over yours. His lips are warm and slightly chapped, moving gently over yours. When you shyly respond, you feel his fingers tighten in the fabric of your dress and he pours heat into the kiss.

He's all you can sense- the warmth of him pressed against you, his campfire-in-winter scent, the sweet taste of dessert lingering on his lips. He cups the back of your head, tipping your head up and devouring every inch of your mouth.

The kiss makes your head spin, and it's not until your lungs are screaming for air that you finally put a hand on his chest to push him away. He breaks away, and it makes something in your chest flutter to see that he's panting with a flush high on his cheeks too. He doesn't take a step back; instead he wraps his arms around you and rests his forehead on yours while the two of you catch your breath.

"We should do that again," you blurt out. Your declaration startles a laugh out of him, and you swear it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

"People will talk if we stay out here for much longer, and you're already… disheveled," he says diplomatically. You look down; you know your hair is a mess, your dress is askew and the hem is muddy after your impromptu hike through the gardens.

"I don't care," you decide. "I'm a mess, and people will talk regardless. So bend down and kiss me, Shouto, before I make you."

His mismatched eyes twinkle in the moonlight. "As my lady wishes," he murmurs against your skin, obediently bending down to kiss the breath out of your lungs.

After the two of you finally separate, the moon is high in the sky and the sounds of the party have faded. You and Shouto share one last kiss before you go your separate ways; agreeing to sneak back into the palace separately to avoid as much gossip as possible.

You know that the queen has long since retired at this point, so you skip going to her chambers and instead take the servant's quarters to your little room. The exhaustion of the evening hits you as you push open your bedroom door, the anticipation of being in bed making you feel weary.

Unfortunately, you feel a frission of adrenaline spike through you as you enter your room, as the queen herself rises from her seat on the edge of your bed. "You're finally back, did Shouto-" she looks you up and down, taking in your flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and kiss-swollen lips. An amused smile makes its way to her mouth. "It looks like Shouto did find you. Were the two of you able to sort things out?"

You can't help the way your cheeks heat, made worse by the way her smile twists into knowing. Luckily she has mercy on you, gesturing for you to turn around so she can help you undress.

"You don't need to do that, your majesty," you protest, taking a half step back.

She props her hands on her hips, the stubborn set of her face reminding you of Shouto. "I suppose you'd rather sleep in the gown, then? And," she peers down at the hem. "Get mud on your sheets?"

"You have a point," you sigh. You turn and let her fuss with the fastenings, pulling your gown over your head one layer at a time. Once you are left in your chemise, and she has an armful of cloth, she guides you to bed with one hand.

"Rest, dear one. I'm guessing you'll be very busy in the near future."

She shuts the door, the room falling into darkness behind her. You fall asleep shortly after, dreaming of princes and kisses.

[tuliptic]

Hi Ann! How's life? I would like to partake in your readings. :)) I choose the blessings coming my way.

Memories that remind me of warmth are when my mom cooks food that I love after a few months of not seeing each other, buying an ice cream after a stressful duty, strangers smiling on the street...

My favorite colors are blue & green bcos these colors calms me. They evoke a healing & soothing effect on me.

An emoji for you is 🐶 cos I follow your another blog with my another acct in the past and I love your random stories & the things you share on that blog. ♥︎♥︎ You look chaotic in a good way and friendly.🥰

Thank you in advance! 🦋♥︎

Hello, thanks for asking! Things have been busy but I'm managing it... well... I think... I try to work on them ahahaha oof

Oooh those are lovely memories! It's like you find warmth in the smallest things in life, and that beauty lies in a lot of places that you don't really think of. Blue and green reminds me of lakes and oceans, those really pretty shimmery colours. That combination sure feel soothing. And ahahaha yeah my main is pretty chaotic but hey that's still me. Thank you for saying chaotic in a good way (I have a friend who correlates chaotic in a negative connotation and me no likey).

Onto your reading: What blessings are coming your way

Cards: Wheel of Fortune rx, Ten of Wands, Eight of Cups; The Lovers rx, Knight of Cups rx, King of Pentacles rx

I would say that things will turn for you, but not now. If you think that whatever challenges in your life will be solved, no that's not gonna happen. However, surges of uplifting energy will be going your way, and they will help you through this time of difficulty. Your burden will still be on your shoulders, but at least, you will be able to walk away from the place that keeps putting stuffs onto you. And as you walk, you're growing stronger, and some day, you'll be able to put the load down at where it belongs. It's a long process of healing and acceptance. It's tiring and painful, but you will feel its worth as you journey ahead.

I'm also seeing some form of... Discernment. You're able to see who treats you well, and who's taking advantage of you. Truth will be coming to light. One may see this betrayal as an... Unhappy thing. However, looking it from another point of view, it can be a gift, where you're able to see the truth and prevent yourself from getting hurt. Although, this may be a time where you're starting to lose faith in a lot of relationships. However, take this time to review whatever that's going on with your life, explore and ask questions, be truthful to yourself. Discernment is a sharp tool of the mind, use it well, and it will help you in the long run.

I hope this reading gives you the insights you need, and that things will turn out better for you.

Thanks and rest well~!

[genshin-impact-writings]

The Abyss Prince: Ch.3

(Kaeya x gn!KOF!reader)

Synopsis: Kaeya and you have been dating for a while now and you both honestly couldn't be happier with each other - until Jean sends you on a mission that reveals Kaeya's deepest secret. And you learn that a dark past and your unwavering sense of duty could be enough to destroy a relationship that has always been too good to be true.

Chapter summary: Jean has a mission for both of you. The premise doesn’t seem too complicated, so Kaeya and you take over the task without hesitation.

Word count: ~3.6k

The masterlist for the series can be found in the navigation post on my blog.

Ch.3 - Fading Light

Times were quiet in Mondstadt these days. No unusual activities from the Abyss Order, no incidents with the Treasure Hoarders or the Hilichurl camps that had sprung up like mushrooms in the past. Everything was so peaceful that some of the Knights had already started to joke about being completely useless.

You, on the other hand, enjoyed the unexpected reprieve. In the past, when the Abyss Order had still been active around Mondstadt, you barely had any time to catch a break, and it was a nice change to finally have enough time for everything that didn’t involve work. (And getting to spend more time with Kaeya really was the icing on the cake.)

Unfortunately, the shortage of missions and tasks also meant that you couldn’t use them as an excuse to avoid meeting up with your mother.

“Celestia above, I can’t believe I actually forgot how exhausting meetings with your darling mother can be,” Kaeya sighed as soon as you left Good Hunter where you had met your mother for breakfast this morning. Your father, albeit invited too, had stayed at home due to his health, and so you got your breakfast and your morning coffee served with tons of unsolicited advice and annoying questions about your career plans.

“You say that when we both know that she was actually trying to be nice today,” you said, “which was only thanks to you, by the way. If it had been only me and her on that table you can bet she would’ve told me to finally get a grip and ask Eula for a promotion.”

“I just don’t understand why she refuses to acknowledge everything you achieved so far. You already are second in command after Eula. What else does your mother expect?”

You shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t even be satisfied if I were the Captain of my own company. You know her standards are ridiculously high when it comes to me. Nothing I do will ever be good enough for her.”

“Don’t let her bring you down,” Kaeya said, stopping in his tracks to pull you in for a kiss that lasted just a second longer than others would have deemed appropriate. “We both know how skilled and capable you are. And, just for the record, I am incredibly proud of you. You’re doing a great job.”

Almost immediately, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, just like always when Kaeya praised you or your work. You were so used to getting constantly criticized by your mother that receiving compliments always overwhelmed you to a point where you had absolutely no idea how to react.

You turned your head away in a miserable attempt to hide how self-conscious his words made you feel, only for him to place his hand under your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. “Hey,” he said softly, “I really mean that.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled sheepishly.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe that you did a great job as a Knight. No, you knew exactly how valuable your work was for both the Knights and Mondstadt – but hearing that from others would always make you feel awkward. Maybe that would be different if your parents had told you that they were proud of you when you grew up – but they hadn’t, not even once. Instead, they just had urged you to work harder because “stagnation is nothing but a waste of time”, as your father had told you a couple of years ago. Funny how his words still stuck with you after all this time.

Kaeya leaned in to press his lips to your cheek. “You know I’m only telling the truth, sweetheart.”

By the Archons, he really knew how to make you melt on the spot.

“It’s rare that we get the same days off,” Kaeya continued, not bothering to wait for your reply – probably because he knew that you were still at loss for words. “We should do something fun, no?”

“Do you have something in mind?”

“No. But the weather is nice and the day only started, so why sit around at home all day?” With a smile, Kaeya offered you his arm. “We haven’t been at Windrise in a while now.”

Windrise. The place where it all had started.

You smiled back at him, linking your arm with his. “Let’s go, then.”

Neither of you paid attention to the clouds that had started to gather at the horizon and the thunder rumbling in the distance.

---

Near the end of the day, Jean called you and Kaeya into her office. Right before you entered the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius, a raindrop landed on the tip of your nose. You looked up at the dark and heavy storm clouds looming over Mondstadt like an ominous celestial being, ready to swallow the city and its people entirely in just the blink of an eye.

A shiver ran down your spine.

This wasn’t a good sign, was it?

Next to you, Kaeya’s attention had shifted to the sky, too. “Looks like a storm is brewing,” he said, reaching out to open the door to the building, “come on, let’s get inside before it starts pouring down.”

Little did you know that the gloomy atmosphere somehow made him nervous, too.

---

“We received news that a couple of merchants have disappeared under mysterious circumstances over the past few days,” Jean said and motioned waved you nearer, so you were able to get a better look at the map in front of her. “Reports said that they were last seen here, here and here,” she pointed at the path through Stone Gate that connected Mondstadt’s and Liyue’s most popular trade route, then at the road between Dawn Winery and Springvale and finally at Windrise, “but unfortunately, we don’t have any eyewitnesses at this point. So, we can’t say for certain what happened to them.”

“Could the Abyss Order be behind this?” you asked. It wouldn’t be the first time that they pulled a stunt like this to distract the Knight’s attention from their other schemes and plans. But Jean shook her head. “So far we have no reason to believe that this is their doing. In fact, the Abyss Order has been pretty quiet recently. I assume they are currently cursing turmoil in one of the other seven nations.”

Kaeya frowned, a pensive expression on his face. “It’s rather unusual for the Abyss Order to give up like that, don’t you think? Just a few months ago we constantly had to deal with their shenanigans. I actually find it hard to believe that all of a sudden they just stop bothering us.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, Kaeya,” Jean replied, “but right now, we don’t have any hints that point towards the Abyss Order. If you ask me, it’s more likely that the Treasure Hoarders are involved in the matter, given the fact that the main targets are merchants from all over Teyvat. Their cargo surely was worth a significant amount of Mora.”

Kaeya had to admit that the Acting Grand Master had a point there. The Abyss Order had no reason to attack and kidnap merchants. But at the same time, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had been building up in him ever since he stepped into Jean’s office today. Something was off about the entire situation, he knew it – he just couldn’t figure out what. Not yet, at least.

“I need you both to investigate this issue further,” Jean continued, snapping Kaeya out of his thoughts. “I know you two are capable of defending yourself, should it be necessary. But right now, your orders are investigating, not interfering. I have already informed Eula about your new mission, (Y/N). She agreed that you’re well-suited for the job.”

“We won’t disappoint you, Acting Grand Master,” you replied formally. “Leave this to us.”

“Thank you. Please inform me as soon as you get new information on this matter.”

“Of course,” Kaeya said. Then, he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the office. “This is the first time Jean assigns a mission to both of us,” he said with a grin as soon as he had closed the door behind you. “And such an easy one, too.”

“People are disappearing, Kaeya. This is serious.”

“Ah, I know. But if this is really the Treasure Hoarders’ doing, we should be able to solve this case pretty quickly. They’re not overly skilled when it comes to covering their tracks.”

You sighed. “That much is true. But we still shouldn’t be so casual about it… there might be something more to all of this that we don’t know about yet. We need to come up with a plan.”

“The ever so dutiful field officer,” Kaeya said but the smile that played around the corners of his mouth took the edge off his words completely. “Alright, here’s my proposal, then: We can discuss the plan over a drink at Angel’s Share – my treat, of course – and maybe ask Diluc if he’s heard something about the disappearing merchants. And once we’re done with that, we’ll go home and don’t talk about work until tomorrow morning,” he continued and when he noticed you were about to open your mouth to contradict him, quickly added, “we can’t be on duty 24/7, sweetheart. That’s not healthy.”

“But we need to figure out what happened to these merchants as soon as possible.”

Kaeya stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you. With a serious expression on his face, he placed his hands on your shoulders. “And we will do just that. But no matter what we do, we won’t be able to solve this issue today. We can only figure out a way to gather more information, then decide what to do next. It won’t help the merchants if we rush things and overwork ourselves. No talking back, (Y/N), you know I’m right.”

“But-“

He cut you off with a quick peck to your lips. “No.”

---

Angel’s Share was as busy as ever at this time of the day. Familiar faces had gathered around the tables, chattering and laughing while they enjoyed their drinks, while others were standing awkwardly near the entrance, probably because they had only entered to seek shelter from the storm.

Even over all the noise that surrounded you in the tavern, Kaeya could hear the howling of the wind outside, mixed in with the pattering of the rain and the rolling thunder. It was rare that Mondstadt experienced weather like this. But at the end of the day, even the worst storm would pass, Kaeya knew that from experience. Still, the room was buzzing with a wild mixture of emotions, from uneasiness through to annoyance and even straight up fear.

“We should try to find Diluc,” you said, interrupting Kaeya’s thoughts, “and then hurry to get back home. I don’t feel too comfortable here when it’s crowded like that.”

“You can hold my hand, so that you don’t get lost,” Kaeya offered, only half-joking. He would never brush off your concerns, especially not when you voiced them as clearly as you just had. Without waiting for your answer, he intertwined your fingers with his, gently squeezing your hand. “Don’t worry,” he reassured you softly. “I’m here.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his actions. “Thank you. You’re the sweetest.”

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I know.”

You stayed close to Kaeya as he dug his way through the crowd, apologizing every time he had to squeeze past someone, until you finally reached the bar. With a sigh of relief, you leaned against the wooden frame. “Finally.”

“Good evening, Charles,” Kaeya greeted the bartender. “This might be an unusual request coming from me but is there any chance Master Diluc is here tonight? We need to see him on an urgent matter.”

Charles raised his eyebrows. “He’s busy with clearing the tables. But I can fetch him if it’s so important.”

“No need,” a voice behind you replied. “I’m here.”

“Well, hello there,” Kaeya replied, darting a glance at the fully laden tray in Diluc’s hands, “I see you’re busy, and I really hate to disturb you on a busy evening like this but do you think you could still spare a minute for us?”

“Depends. If you’re just here to annoy me, then the answer is no.”

“You hurt me, Master Diluc,” Kaeya replied, voice dripping with fake offense, “do you really think that lowly of me?”

Diluc rolled his eyes. “Just get to the point.”

“Stop arguing, both of you,” you scolded them, softly. You really didn’t understand why they couldn’t act more civilized around each other. Albeit being friends with Diluc for years now, you had never asked him what had led to their estrangement, partly because you knew him well enough to realize that he didn’t want to talk about it, partly because you didn’t want to know – even more so since you had started dating Kaeya. What had happened between them was their business, not yours. But still you wished they would stop bickering every time they met each other.

“This is neither the right time nor the right place to raise a quarrel,” you added. “There are far more important matters we should focus on right now. Diluc, we actually came here to ask you something.”

“Although I doubt you’ll be able to help us with that, Master Diluc,” Kaeya chimed in, smiling innocently. You darted a glance at your boyfriend and nudged him with your elbow. “What did I just say? Be nice.”

Kaeya sighed dramatically. “Fine. For you, I’ll try.”

Diluc huffed. “You know, it usually doesn’t surprise me when the Knights come to me for help when they can’t solve their problems on their own. But I have to admit that I haven’t expected both of you to do that, too.”

“The Acting Grandmaster assigned a mission to us and I honestly don’t know where to start the investigation on the matter,” you explained vaguely, ignoring the subtle shade against the Knights. Though Jean hadn’t exactly told you not to talk about the missing merchants, you didn’t want to go into detail here, not with that many people around who were always curious about the Knights’ doings.

“Perhaps we should discuss this in private,” Diluc suggested.

You nodded. So, he had noticed too how the people around you were trying to eavesdrop on your conversation. “Yes, I think that would be a good idea.”

“Second floor,” Diluc said. “I’ll prepare your drinks and meet you there. What would you like?”

“Apple Cider for me,” you said.

Kaeya shrugged. “Since this is kind of an official matter and I probably should remain sober for the duration of our conversation, I’ll just have a cup of coffee, if you’d be so kind, Master Diluc.”

Diluc remained silent, although you were pretty sure he was just biting back another remark for your sake. “Go on, take a seat. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Obediently, you made your way to the stairs, leaving behind the noisy crowd as you reached the second floor that was completely empty, even on a busy night like this. Probably because the bar was too far away, you mused while picking a table that was as far away from the stairs as possible, just in case someone wanted to eavesdrop.

Only a few minutes passed until Diluc joined you. He placed the tray on the table and took a seat across from you. “Now, enlighten me. What is all of this about?”

“I’m sure you already know that a couple of merchants have disappeared under mysterious circumstances,” you said after taking a sip from your drink. “And it’s our job to figure out what happened to them. So, we – or rather, Kaeya – figured we’d ask if you have any more information about this.”

“Yes, I heard about that,” Diluc said with a frown. “But what is going on here doesn’t seem to be connected to the Abyss Order in any way, so I have to admit I didn’t investigate this further. I also assumed it would fall under the Knights’ responsibilities.”

You sighed. “What a pity. I really hoped you could give us some clues because I have no idea where to start the investigation. Everything is just really vague at this point.”

“It is, indeed. I checked the spots where the merchants went missing but there weren’t many traces, except a faint elemental trail at Windrise. I assume that either one of the merchants or whoever attacked them used a vision during that encounter. I know it’s not much of a hint but perhaps you would like to investigate the area yourself.”

“I just hope the rain won’t wash away all of the traces and evidence that might still be there,” Kaeya said and shook his head when another clap of thunder cut through the noise that echoed from the ground and first floor of the tavern, “this weather truly is unfortunate.”

“But thank you anyway, Diluc,” you added.

Diluc nodded and pushed his chair back. “If that’s all, please excuse me. I should get back downstairs to help Charles. He’s a good bartender but not even he can deal with that amount of customers on his own,” he said, and with an apologetic expression, he added, “I’m sorry I can’t provide more information. But if there’s anything I can do to help you with that matter, let me know. I’ll do what I can.”

“Thank you. Really.”

“Don’t mention it. Let’s just hope you’ll find these merchants soon – and alive, at best.”

---

That night, a familiar nightmare haunted Kaeya’s sleep. He saw a dark creature, only vaguely resembling a human being, hovering over a basin filled with blood while a choir of inhuman sounding voices repeated a chant in a foreign language over and over again. There were no stars in the sky and no moon, and yet, a cold light illuminated the scene, giving everything an almost icy and menacing glow. The chants grew louder, more impatient, and then, all of a sudden, they stopped.

And Kaeya awoke covered in cold sweat. His heart was racing, as well as his thoughts, as he stared into the darkness of his bedroom, trying to steady his breathing. Goodness, he didn’t experience that nightmare in years now, and he had forgotten how scary and creepy it was. As a child, and even as a teenager later, he had believed that the dream was the result of researching too much about Khaen’riah and the things that had ultimately led to the kingdom’s destruction but now, years later, he wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe it was some kind of sign, a warning of an approaching disaster, much like the storm Mondstadt that was still howling outside.

And maybe Kaeya was just an idiot who still had a tendency to overanalyze things that had nothing to do with each other.

Seriously, though. He had no reason to believe that his nightmare was related to any real life events, especially since it had changed and evolved over the years. The chanting, for example, was new, as well as the blood-filled basin. And as far as he knew, he hadn’t been blessed (or cursed) with the gift of foresight, so there was absolutely no way that this was more than just a really creepy dream, something his troubled subconsciousness had made up to process the recent events as well as the thoughts and worries that usually kept him awake at night.

With a quiet sigh, he lay back down, although he knew very well that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

---

“This was nothing but a waste of time,” you sighed as you left Jean’s office after reporting back to the Acting Grand Master. Kaeya and you had spent the majority of the day investigating the areas where the merchants had disappeared but as Kaeya had feared the evening before, the rain had destroyed all evidence that had still been there.

“I’m sorry,” Kaeya said, “I know you really hoped to find something.”

“It’s so frustrating that we’re back to square one. For all we know, these merchants could be dead already. I just hate being so helpless.”

Kaeya stopped in his tracks, grabbing you by the wrist to hold you back. His gaze was soft as he cupped your cheek with his other hand, brushing his thumb against your skin. “We will figure out what happened. And then we will stop whoever is behind all of this.”

A smile flashed over your face, and you turned your head to press a kiss to his palm. “I hope you’re right.”

“Of course I am.”

Your reply died on your tongue when the door to Jean’s office flung open behind you. The Acting Grand Master who had been so composed and calm just a few minutes ago now seemed to be completely distraught. In her hands, she held a letter. “Another person has disappeared,” she explained, her voice shaking ever so slightly, “on the road that leads to Springvale. And this time, they found blood.”

Kaeya and you exchanged a look.

“Let’s go.”

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[recurringwriter]

WIP ASK GAME

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @sevarix-blogs

i did this kind of thing a While back and one fic Only has writing in it because someone asked and i had to come up with something on the spot for what it was about. idk who to tag. if you have not been tagged but have wips tag me so i can see what your titling style is. please.

i have So Many wips:

face the music when it's dire

But what about all those voices in the night?

but i'm a sucker for his charm

hate to let you down

won't get by you, i can still surprise you

believe me…there's no place like home

i'll even sing to you a cappella

why does mia call you babygirl

[Hypothetical wedding]

a normal life

Masterpiece and Cage

Divorce eh-u

Rockstar divorce eh-u

look at this photograph (every time i do, it makes me laugh)

navigating unsafe waters

nothing to salvage

[Rufus stuff]

monsters at sea

[Rodrigue in the brig]

[Aymr attack]

Felicity returns

Festive felix

ferdingrid centaur

Spiderlicity two

[Eh-u rodriguela xmas invite]

let's kick it like my bad, my bad bad habits

i'd suffer hell if you'd tell me what you'd do to me tonight

[me: i'm not romantic!]

Operation rodriguela

strange animal sequel

[rodriguela prompt: wearing the other's clothes]

and a killer queen

don't say I don't still make you blush

let annette have a decent father figure

little mermaid au

rip to byleth but i'm different

Help! My dad is trapped in a blade and I am stuck with him until I can figure out how to break the curse! Au

Percy torture plan

this never was the man i'd hoped to be by now

hmc au

somewhere i know this could be otherwise romantic

chivalry

[fjnvfjhbdjhfb]

[ejhrhjet]

Newly-minted duke

Ice dance au

Gloucester's 8

Colicitigue

The Shadow of Every Spark-8

the lion and the doe

anniversary date

Masterpiece and Cage

[Lucky Ones sequel]

laying where the demons lie-1

from up in lights to up in smoke, we just can't let this go

and this is why my eyes are closed (it's just as well for all i've seen)

FUFF

octorodfus marathon

monsterfucking license 2

miscellaneous prisoner!rufus

noise complaints

adopted marianne gone wrong

I've been running for forever from your ghost

paragon of chivalry

break into my heart

And I'm tired of ignoring All the space that's between you and I

have you written felix bloodied by battle?

[Rodina werewolf]

Daemon au

vs chaotic gore magala

Heavy is the Crown

a meeting in the cold but with vampires

ember but vampires

I'll write the song that wins her (and pretend that when i hear it, you're singing it to me)

KNIGHT ERRANT

[2 crest rodrigue]

Fallen rodrigue

Rosa Crepuscularis

hilda/lissa

Sumiashe

this place is a hole, but i don't want to go

all i know is love can make you stupid (and you are just a song on repeat)

i will love you like goodbye, i will love you like you died (a martyr for me)

ace week (cormag and marianne in the eh-u)

glennmyr racer au stuff

I Could Have Used A Hozier Lyric For This Title But Didn't Want To Get Sued. by Fall Out Boy

a good dog gets a forever home

[alicelufenia]

About me and what I'm doing here

There's been quite a few new followers the past few weeks so might as well update my pinned post.

So first off, hi! I'm Alice, I use she/her pronouns, I'm 29+ (bit sensitive about that), a bi lesbian trans girl, and huge nerd. While I do some roleplay around these parts I don't strictly post in IC or OOC voice, so you can for the most part assume what I'm saying is me and not any of my characters unless I make it REALLY clear.

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What you'll find here

My Final Fantasy XIV reblogs and gposes mostly, though rather than keep side blogs for my interests I just sorta drop it all here haha. As well as any lore and snippets about my OCs and ships too.

I also dabble in roleplay, and am open to just about anything, though we should have a talk before any ERP. For that reason, while this blog is not strictly mature only, I must insist minors do not interact when it comes to roleplay.

Occasionally I'll also drop something about Disco Elysium, aka the Best Written Game Ever.

And now, introductions to all of my OCs! Under the cut to spare your scrolling:

Chosen By Hydaelyn

Alice Lufenia (She/Her) - Background Coming Soon

Identity: bisexual trans woman Titles: Conjurer Knight, Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, The Boundless Queen, Soul of Magic, Art Assistant Homeland: Born in Gridania, raised in Corvos Died: 4 times

Inheritor to the seat of The Traveler, she is Eorzea's Hope, our Weapon of Light. You'd think she never asked for this, but OOPS she kinda did! Nowadays she'd rather just sit back and work mammets to death, except her Bookworm Husband and Murder Boyfriend have other ideas. And thus the adventurer's unending journey continues...

Character Tags The Boundless Queen - pertaining to Alice's life and the canon MSQ A Mirror for the Princess - pertaining to Zenos and Alice's relationship, and canon divergence Griffin and Bear - pertaining to G'raha Tia and Alice's relationship, and canon divergence

Cadwyn (They/Them) - Background Coming Soon

Identity: pansexual, agender Titles: Wandering Vanguard, The Song upon the Wind, Stargazer, At Land's Horizon Homeland: Dalmasca Sightseeing Log Entries: 473 (they've been around)

The winds of change having taken them on the latest of life's diversions, the elusive rava serves as the Scions' eyes and ears across Ilsabard. Also Thancred's favorite drinking buddy. If Estinien remains clueless of what is happening but goes along with it anyway, Cadwyn knows exactly what is going on, but will feign ignorance to avoid responsibility.

A'zhel Meteo (She/Her) - Background Coming Soon

Identity: lesbian cis woman Titles: Warrior of Light (in solo canon), Of Unyielding Steel, A-Towa-Cant Reborn, Master Goldsmith Homeland: Oakwood Girls Kissed: 14

Born to a humble family of merchants in an unremarkable corner of Vilbrand, A'zhel tired of the simple life at home and desired to travel abroad, only to find her future was more lively that she could ever imagine. With greataxe and hammer in hand, she will smash the walls of heartache. And heart to heart you'll win, if you survive.

Chosen By Divinity

Un'dine Dalamiq (She/They) - Background Coming Soon

Identity: demiromantic cis woman Titles: Khagan of the Steppe, Tamer of the Undying Flame, Moonwalker Homeland: Azim Steppe Crystals of Light: 1 (embedded in her chest since birth)

Serving her people as a highly revered black shaman, she has been on a 5+ year pilgrimage to Eorzea to investigate the fall of Dalamud, that this crisis of faith may be put to rest. Carrying a blessing of Fire from birth, they are unexpectedly calm and resolute, slow to befriend others yet loyal to the pain of death to those they care for.

Achilles Pyrrha (She/Her) - Background Coming Soon

Identity: bisexual trans woman Titles: The Red, The Azure Dragoon, Halone's Consort Homeland: Tailfeather Prayers to Halone: 3054

After a lifetime of having her true self denied by peers and family, the young Dragoon received the blessing of Halone at the moment of the Calamity, waking five years later as a woman reborn. She has a temper as fiery as her hair and a bloodlust to rival NIdhogg, yet more than anything else she yearns for peace.

Heroes' Companions

D'vunta Tia (He/Him) - Background Coming Soon

Identity: gay trans man Titles: Archon, Master Culinarian, Head Chef of The Rising Stones Homeland: Old Sharlayan New Recipes Penned: 251

D'vunta has served as the head chef at The Rising Stones for years now. His expertise extends far beyond simply cooking dishes more palatable than archon loaf however, for it was by special request from Lady Ameliance that he journeyed to Eorzea, serving as guardian and escort to the Leveilleur twins abroad. While not much use against primals, his Academician skills are without peer, and he always has a hot dish ready to sooth the souls of returning champions.

Dolani Dola (They/Them) - Background Coming Soon

Identity: asexual, non-binary Titles: Voidbound, Of The Swirling Abyss, Alice's Avatar Homeland: Ul'dah and the Void Rejoined: 8 times

The part voidsent thaumaturge has accompanied the Warrior of Light through many adventures, slaking their hunger on the enemies she has felled. The stagnation of aether heralding the coming Eighth Umbral Calamity forced them to resume their voidsent form. At which time, Alice formed a pact with them. Thus they serve as her reaper Avatar, feeding more deeply than ever before. Delicious...

[themisimagines]

the gang as specific chaucerian poems

Vyn Richter ... House of Fame

meta as hell right from the start because it's a dream vision and simply by profession Vyn seems like the kind to really go for those Freudian interpretations

set in a temple made of glass - reminds me vividly of Vyn's house

weirdly scientific, at one point an eagle swoops down and starts telling Chaucer about gravity, sound, light, and air, and even offers to tell Chaucer about the stars, although Chaucer is like nah, I'm too old for this. Here I feel like Vyn would probably play along and then slowly become part of the landscape, and then it's revealed that his presence was necessary all along because he transforms into the eagle and actually it's a time loop

fame as a literal ice hill that melts because it's fleeting - Vyn's disregard for status and throwing away of his birthright

Artem Wing ... The Parliament of Fowls

Very justice oriented, feels like a fever dream Artem might have where he's turned into a giant owl and has to debate against over giant owls. How does anyone expect him to conduct a debate properly when his wings can't even hold a pen?

Could anyone make looking like an owl regal and majestic? I bet Artem could.

The whole overarching message of this is when Nature allows for free will and deals out proper justice, which would definitely appeal to Mr. Wing

Luke Pearce ... The Book of the Duchess

A running theme of this blog is unfortunately that I will continue to assign the saddest scenarios ever to Luke because of [redacted].

So in this one we learn that the Duchess is DEAD. much like someone will be at some point.

It's about mourning, distance, loyalty and faithfulness, all of which I feel make up Luke's core values because he seems to enjoy finding things to be sad about

The setting of this is also super courtly, which means knights, hunting, metaphorical chess games, etc, but also chivalry. Luke has always been the most proper and courteous of all of them to me, both in thought and deed. Also imagine Luke in a suit of armour!

Marius von Hagen ... Troilus & Criseyde

Listen they are all simps but for me Marius is in particular one of those simps who would feel literal physical illness because of love and this is basically a major plot point of Troilus and Criseyde

Troilus is kind of sneaky - Marius is kind of sneaky! Always tricking you into feeling all these fluffy feelings

Troilus is a prince of Troy and the youngest prince in his family but has great honour, which is really similar to Marius's own standing.

Troilus is also just really cool? (Only in battle, not when he's simping) Marius has that swag but also gets sooo flustered whenever flirting with you

[aleksanderscult]

What other fandoms do you follow? I mean in movies, series, book etc etc

Hmm.... Actually I don't follow any fandoms. The debates and discourses are so toxic like you can't believe (*cough HotD *cough*). Honestly the Darkling/Darklina fandom is the only one I'm in (because everyone is amazing and sensible here).

But I can tell you which movies/series/books I like. It's also an opportunity for you guys to get to know me a little since I don't talk about myself and my interests much.😊

Favorite movies:

The Lord of the Rings trilogy (I don't like them. I worship them. I grew up with them and I would die for them)

Pirates of the Caribbean 1, 2, 3 (I don't really like the other two movies. Especially the fifth one)

The Dark Knight (2009). But the other two movies were amazing too.

The Mummy (1999)

Sleepy Hollow (1999)

Crimson Peak (2015)

The Ring (2002)

Scream (1996)

The Woman in Black (2012)

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Amadeus (1984). I recommend it btw. A wonderful movie with incredible performances that got me into classical music.

Schindler's List (1993)

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966). One of the best movies ever created. Period.

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)

King Kong (2005)

City Lights (1931)

A Christmas Carol (2009)

The Hangover (2009)

The Hangover: Part II (2011)

Due Date (2010)

Favorite series:

Merlin BBC

Peaky Blinders

The Musketeers (2014)

Cold Case (2003)

Charmed (1998)

Game of Thrones

House of the Dragon

Vikings (2013)

Gran Hotel (2011)

North and South (1985)

I'm currently watching "Hannibal" which I really, really like and enjoy and "Breaking Bad" which I cannot say the same here. It bores me and I find it overrated.

Favorite books:

Grishaverse (minus the duology)

Harry Potter (fuck JKR tho)

The Mortal Instruments

A Song of Ice and Fire (all the books that this world includes anyway)

Iliad and Odyssey by Homer

Any work from Edgar Allan Poe and Oscar Wilde's and Sylvia Plath's poetry

(I would put PJO but I no longer have any respect for them. Fuck it and the author)

You can also see my interests on my main blog. Whatever else I like, I post it there.