#like i usually think of it as a light color even though the flower itself is pretty dark blueish

[mirisss]

Whispers of Moonlit Hearts

Fairy crown prince! Hong Joshua x afab! Fairy! reader

Wordcount ≈ 3.7k

Warnings: forbidden love = sad, I think that’s it though. 

Genre: fantasy, royal, fairy, forbidden love, 

Summary: In the mystical realm of Elaria, a prince and an elusive fairy form a mysterious connection in the Enchanted Forest. Their unspoken affection blossoms amidst the magic in the heart of the enchanted realm.

A/n: This was inspired by fall and Halloween, exactly how, I don't know. Also, I tried a new style of writing for this one so please let me know if you like it more or less than my usual style.

When something is bolded it means it's like a new chapter.

Third person POV

In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, nestled between ancient towering trees and glistening waterfalls, lies the mystical kingdom of Elaria. The air is always sweet with the scent of blooming flowers, and the soft glow of enchanted fireflies illuminates the night. Elaria is a realm where magic weaves through every whispering breeze and dancing sunbeam, and mystical creatures roam freely under the benevolent rule of the Fairy Council.

At the heart of Elaria, a grand palace crafted from shimmering crystals and adorned with vines of glowing blossoms stands tall. It is here that the handsome young fairy prince, named Joshua, is soon to be crowned king. 

Joshua possesses a kind heart, his eyes as bright as the morning sun, and his laughter as melodious as the song of the forest birds. He is loved by all in the kingdom for his compassion and wisdom, traits that are said to be gifts from the ancient magical beings who once roamed the land of Elaria.

As the day of his coronation approaches, the kingdom buzzes with anticipation and excitement. The creatures of the land, from graceful unicorns to mischievous pixies, all eagerly prepare for the grand celebration. The palace gardens are alive with vibrant colors, and the sweet melodies of fairies practicing their enchanting songs fill the air.

Deep in the midst of the Enchanted Forest, where the moonlight weaves through the leaves like silver threads, there dances a young fairy named (Y/n). With eyes as bright as the stars, she possesses a spirit as wild and untamed as the forest itself. (Y/n) is known throughout the realm for her graceful dance and playful laughter, which can rival the melodies of the forest's songbirds.

She flutters through the woods with delicate wings that shimmer in shades of iridescent blue and silver. Her laughter is infectious, drawing mystical beings near with its joyous cadence. Around her, the air seems to sparkle, and flowers bloom in her footsteps. (Y/n) is a friend to all the creatures of the forest, from the elegant unicorns to the mischievous sprites, and she spends her days in the company of these magical beings.

In the soft glow of twilight, you can find (Y/n) dancing amidst the fireflies, her movements a symphony of grace and light. With each step, she weaves spells in the air, casting a magical aura that enchants all who witness her dance. The mystical beings of the forest gather around her, joining in her playful games and reveling in the enchantment she brings to their lives.

Under the silvery glow of the full moon, (Y/n) danced amidst the ancient trees, her movements as fluid as the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves. The forest was alive with enchantment, and little did she know, it was about to become even more magical.

As (Y/n) twirled, her laughter tinkled like chimes in the night, drawing the attention of Prince Joshua, who happened to be exploring the woods in disguise, his royal garb concealed beneath a cloak of twilight shadows. Intrigued by the joyful sound, he followed the melody of her laughter until he spotted her in a moonlit glade, surrounded by curious woodland creatures.

Joshua hid behind the creatures, enchanted by her dance just like the fireflies who danced with her in the night. Her wings sparkled as if they had been adorned with diamonds. Joshua was awakened from her charming spell as she suddenly came to a stop and looked right at him. 

“Hello there, nightwalker,” Joshua was surprised that she had seen him for her shining eyes had been closed during her dance, yet she knew exactly where he had been standing for the last couple of minutes admiring the beautiful fairy’s dance. “Hi, you must be the one they call ‘Lady of the Moon’, or am I mistaken?” Joshua walked over to the moonlit space where the girl had been dancing previously, all to take a closer look at the fairy. “That is true, they also call me crazy for only socializing with the woodland creatures rather than the other fairies, so take your pick,” Joshua couldn’t help but snicker at the fairy’s remark, everything about her so far intrigued him like no one had ever done before. 

“And who might you be, nightwalker?” (Y/n) slightly flapped her wings as she floated around in the air around the boy whom she had never seen before. Though he was mostly covered by a dark cloak, she could still see part of his handsome face and proud stance. Indicating that he was from the city, a noble fairy. The cloak might have been dark but the material was thick and expensive, not something just an ordinary woodland fairy would possess. 

Joshua was conflicted over whether to reveal his identity or keep it hidden. He deeply desired to know more of the dancing fairy in front of him, though as crown prince of Elaria, he feared that she wouldn’t wish to speak more with him. Carefully, he lifted his hands and lowered the hood of his cloak, revealing his face to the girl who fluttered her wings and danced around him. 

“My name is Joshua, what is your name, Miss Lady of the Moon?” (Y/n) gasped as the mysterious man revealed his face and his name. The man was crown prince Joshua of Elaria. The man who would soon be the ruler of the Enchanted Forest. (Y/n) immediately fell into a bow. “Excuse my manors, your highness. My name is (Y/n),” “Please don’t bow to me, (Y/n). I am not here as your prince, I am simply a nightwalker wandering the forest, you may call me Shua,” Joshua extended his hand toward (Y/n), offering to help bring her out of the bow. 

(Y/n) hesitantly took the prince’s extended hand and raised herself. “Thank you, Shua. It does feel wrong to call you by such a name though if it is what my prince desires I shall obey,” “How come you’re out here dancing in the moonlight?” (Y/n) flapped her wings once again, slightly rising from the ground, twirling in the light breeze. “It’s peaceful, most of the time it is just the woodland creatures and I. No one here to judge us, meaning we are free to do what we wish. And also, I enjoy the Enchanted Forest during nighttime a little more than during the day, I can’t explain why, it is just how I have always been,” 

Joshua removed his cloak, revealing his wings. Prince Joshua’s wings were a marvel to behold, reminiscent of the dawn sky kissed by the first light of day. They were expansive, stretching gracefully from his back, and shimmered in hues that shifted like the colors of the morning horizon. The base of his wings was a deep, velvety indigo, reminiscent of the twilight sky, blending seamlessly into shades of cobalt and sapphire as they extended outward.

In the moonlight, his wings took on an ethereal glow, casting a soft luminescence that illuminated the night around him. Delicate patterns, reminiscent of intricate constellations, adorned the membranes, their silvery lines glowing softly, enhancing the wings' otherworldly beauty. Each movement caused the patterns to dance, creating a mesmerizing display of light and shadow.

(Y/n) gasped in awe as Joshua revealed his magnificent wings, their iridescent splendor catching the moonlight in a dazzling display. Her eyes widened in wonder, mirroring the sparkle of the stars above, as she took in the breathtaking sight before her. The enchanting patterns and delicate shimmer left her utterly mesmerized, her heart skipping a beat at the ethereal beauty of his wings.

A sense of reverence washed over (Y/n) as she realized the true nature of the prince standing before her. She sensed the depth of his royal lineage and the immense responsibility he bore. Yet, despite his regal appearance, there was a warmth in his eyes and a gentleness in his smile that put her at ease.

Unable to contain her admiration, (Y/n) stepped closer, her fingers gently tracing the intricate patterns on his wings. "They're... they're extraordinary," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."

Joshua’s eyes softened with gratitude at her words, appreciating the sincerity in her gaze. He extended his hand, inviting her to touch his wings, a silent gesture of trust and friendship. As her fingertips brushed against the soft wings, a subtle, magical energy tingled in the air, sealing the bond between them and marking the beginning of a remarkable friendship in the heart of the enchanted forest. “May I dance with you?” Joshua asked as he smiled at the girl who admired his wings. (Y/n) answered with a smile and a little nod. 

Under the luminous embrace of the moon, Prince Joshua and (Y/n) took flight, their wings carrying them gracefully into the night sky. Their movements were as harmonious as the melody of the forest, twirling and spinning amidst the stars, leaving behind a trail of stardust that shimmered in their wake. The enchanted night seemed to come alive with their dance as if the very essence of the forest was celebrating their newfound friendship.

With every dip and soar, they laughed, their voices mingling with the night wind, creating a joyous symphony that resonated through the trees. The woodland creatures below, drawn by the magical aura surrounding the pair, watched in awe. Deer peeked from behind ancient oaks, rabbits paused in their midnight nibbling, and owls hooted in rhythm with their dance, adding a natural melody to the enchanted evening.

Joshua and (Y/n) shared a connection that transcended words, their laughter echoing the shared secrets of the forest. They danced with a grace that mirrored the rustle of leaves and the flow of streams, their wings flickering like shooting stars as they spun and glided through the night. Their movements seemed effortless, guided by an invisible thread of understanding that bound them together.

As they descended back to the forest floor, the woodland creatures approached, their eyes filled with admiration and curiosity. Squirrels chattered excitedly, and butterflies fluttered around them as if offering their applause to the charming pair. Joshua and (Y/n) greeted their audience with smiles, their laughter blending with the night sounds of the forest.

In that magical moment, surrounded by the wonders of nature and the camaraderie of woodland beings, Prince Joshua and (Y/n) found solace in each other's company. Their dance in the moonlight had not only enchanted the forest but had also woven the beginnings of a timeless friendship, destined to be celebrated by both the mystical realm and the hearts of those who witnessed their extraordinary bond. 

The sun began rising from its sleep as the newfound friends sat on the ground admiring the song of the birds as they too awoke from their sleep. Shua hastily stood from the ground as he realized just how long he had been out there in the forest. (Y/n) followed after the prince, standing up though the girl was confused over why he seemed so distressed. “Is something wrong, Shua?” 

“I have to leave, I should have been back at the castle long ago,” The prince hurriedly put his cloak back on and he began to leave. After taking a few steps he stopped and turned back to the fairy whom he had been dancing with all through the night. “I’ll come back to visit you as soon as I can, I promise,” “I’ll be waiting for you, here in the meadow,” And so the two parted ways, dreaming of the next time they would see one another. 

As the moons waxed and waned, Prince Joshua continued his visits to the Enchanted Forest, drawn back by the irresistible pull of (Y/n)'s laughter and the warmth of her spirit. Each encounter deepened their friendship, and with every shared moment, the bond between them grew stronger.

In the quiet glades and under the starlit canopies, they talked about their dreams and fears, shared stories of their respective worlds, and discovered the depths of each other's hearts. Their friendship was a sanctuary, a place where they could be their true selves without the constraints of titles or responsibilities.

Unbeknownst to each other, their hearts were entwined in a tapestry of emotions. Shua found himself captivated not just by (Y/n)'s beauty but by her kindness, her laughter echoing in his dreams. (Y/n), too, found herself thinking of Joshua when the sun dipped below the horizon, his smile lighting up her thoughts like the first rays of dawn.

As the seasons changed, the forest bore witness to stolen glances and lingering touches, both hesitant yet filled with unspoken affection. Their secret feelings, like the delicate petals of a rare flower, unfolded slowly, revealing the depth of their connection. The enchanted forest, with its ancient wisdom, seemed to embrace their burgeoning love, its rustling leaves and melodious birdsong serenading their hearts.

In the quiet of the moonlit nights, Shua and (Y/n) found solace in the shared secrets of their hearts. They longed for the courage to confess their feelings, yet the fear of changing their precious friendship held them back. Little did they know that the forest, with its timeless wisdom, was gently guiding them toward a love that was as boundless and eternal as the enchanting realm they called home.

A moment suspended in time, a culmination of unspoken words and lingering glances, set against the backdrop of the Enchanted Forest. The air was thick with anticipation, charged with the magic of the night, as the prince and (Y/n) stood beneath the silvery canopy of leaves, bathed in the soft glow of the moon.

Shua’s heart beat like a drum, echoing the rhythm of the forest around them, as he gently cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands, his touch as tender as the caress of a morning breeze. His eyes, deep pools of emotion, searched hers for permission, and finding nothing but trust and affection, he leaned in slowly, his lips meeting hers in a soft, hesitant kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as their lips touched, a gentle and innocent connection that sent shivers down their spines. It was a kiss filled with the sweetness of friendship, the warmth of unspoken love, and the promise of something more. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of each other's presence, the softness of their lips, and the shared heartbeat that echoed the depths of their feelings.

As they pulled away, their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, they acknowledged the depth of their emotions. A tender smile curved on Joshua’s lips, mirrored by (Y/n)'s, as they realized that their friendship had blossomed into a love that was as boundless as the Enchanted Forest itself. At that moment, the entire magical realm seemed to celebrate their love, with the rustling leaves and twinkling stars bearing witness to the beginning of a beautiful, enduring romance, destined to be etched into the tapestry of their hearts forever

“Come with me to the castle, (Y/n),” (Y/n) looked up into the eyes of the boy she loved dearly, tears silently filling them. “I can’t, Shua. I can’t leave my home here,” “Please, darling, you can always return here, if you come with me to the castle, you can attend my coronation ball and I can introduce you to my parents, if we do that, we can be together forever,” (Y/n) walked a few steps away from Joshua, turning her head to look up at the moon. The winter sparkles slowly fall around them. “Why can’t you stay here with me?” 

“I have a duty to my kingdom, (Y/n). I’m the crown prince of Elaria. I can’t just leave the throne, I have no brother or sister who can take it for me. I am the lone heir to the throne,” “I need some time to think, Joshua. I have lived in this forest my entire life, I don’t think I can bear to part with it or the woodland creatures who have spent countless nights with me dancing under the night sky,” With that, the lovers parted ways, for the first time, their goodbyes were laced with sadness and hurt rather than overflowing with love. 

The night of the coronation ball arrived, and the grand palace of Elaria glittered like a thousand stars. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the soft glow of enchanted chandeliers illuminated the magnificent ballroom. Velvet curtains, rich in hues of midnight blue and silver, cascaded from the high windows, creating an ambiance of regal splendor.

Noble fairies and mystical beings from all corners of the realm gathered in their most resplendent attire. Joshua, now dressed in royal garments adorned with intricate patterns of silver thread and sapphires, stood at the entrance of the ballroom, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and responsibility. His crown, a masterpiece of enchantment, rested upon his head, symbolizing the weight of his new role as the king of Elaria.

The ballroom was alive with music, the melody of harps and flutes weaving through the air, inviting couples to dance in perfect harmony. The guests twirled and swirled, their laughter and conversations filling the space, creating an atmosphere of joy and celebration.

Amidst the grandeur, Joshua’s eyes searched the crowd, longing for the presence of (Y/n). He felt a pang of sadness, a void in his heart, as he realized she wasn't there. Despite the festivities, his thoughts kept drifting to her, the absence of her laughter and her smile casting a subtle shadow over his joyous occasion.

Unbeknownst to Joshua, (Y/n) had chosen not to attend the ball, her heart torn between her happiness for his achievement and the ache of unspoken emotions. Instead, she stayed in the quiet depths of the Enchanted Forest, her thoughts with the prince even as she danced beneath the moonlit canopy with the woodland creatures. The stars above seemed to reflect the sorrow in her eyes, mirroring the bittersweet nature of their relationship.

As the night wore on, Joshua fulfilled his royal duties with grace, his laughter mingling with the melodies of the ballroom. Yet, in the midst of the celebration, he couldn't shake the feeling of incompleteness, a yearning for the presence of the one person who held his heart in the gentle embrace of her hands.

After the glittering coronation ball, Joshua couldn't shake off the lingering sense of emptiness that enveloped him. Fueled by an overwhelming desire to find (Y/n), he ventured into the Enchanted Forest once more. The moon hung low in the sky, casting ethereal shadows among the ancient trees as he searched, his heart pounding in his chest.

With each step, he called out her name, his voice carrying through the rustling leaves and the whispers of the night breeze. "Y/n!" he cried, his tone filled with a mix of urgency and longing, but there was no reply except for the symphony of the forest.

Alone in the fading light, (Y/n) clutched the letter that would change everything, tears staining the ink. Each stroke was a reminder of a love that was slipping away, leaving her stranded in a sea of heartache. As she heard the cries of her lover come closer she hurried to leave the envelope on the ground where they shared their first kiss before she left, seeking shelter in the deep dark forest she called her home. 

Finally, he reached a familiar clearing, where he had often met (Y/n) under the moonlight. There, beneath the soft glow of the stars, he found a delicate parchment bearing his name, placed gently upon a bed of moss. His hands trembled as he unfolded the letter, his eyes scanning the elegant handwriting.

"My dearest Shua," the letter began, its words imbued with both love and sorrow. "I cherish the moments we shared, the laughter, and the unspoken bond between us. But I must follow my heart's path, even if it leads me away from you. Know that you will always reside in the deepest corners of my soul, and our memories will be my guiding stars."

Joshua’s heart sank as he read her words, realizing that his beloved had chosen a different journey, one that didn't include him by her side. He closed his eyes, a mixture of grief and understanding washing over him. The forest seemed to echo his pain, the leaves whispering their sympathy in the night.

In the quiet of the Enchanted Forest, beneath the sorrowful moon, Joshua stood alone, holding the letter to his chest as he let the reality of her absence settle in. Although he couldn't hold her in his arms, the memory of their shared moments, the warmth of her smile, and the echo of her laughter would forever be etched in his heart, a bittersweet reminder of a love that had once blossomed in the magical depths of Elaria.

"My love, my heart aches with every step you take away from me. I wish I could rewrite fate, but the burden of the kingdom weighs heavily upon my shoulders. Please know that my sacrifice is not a measure of my love for you, but a testament to the duty I must uphold. May time heal our wounds and bring you the happiness you deserve." Joshua said out loud, wishing that the wind would carry his heartfelt words to his lost lover. He then left the forest, throughout his long reign on the throne he never once returned to that sacred spot in the forest too scared he would find (Y/n) dancing with someone who was not him. 

[whywasthissohardtomake]

Y'all Ready For This

dananananananananananananana

anyways. First Fancytier thought thingy. let's gooooooooo.

We are starting with space!

not all of my thoughts are completely coherent yet, but I've read through most of what I want to, so I can actually start planning design stuff now! my thoughts are below the cut! mwahahahahah

So! from what I've read from Tumblr users and the extended zodiac space is all about the biiiiiig picture, which figures because space is very big. What I did not realize was how closely tied to creation it is, though thinking about it now that makes sense.

So! my thoughts for consistencies between fancy tier designs are some of the following!

I want heavy, black fabric for the main portions of the outfits. Just very weighty and all light is absorbed into the fabric itself. almost like how thick velvet curtains are described in books.

beading! it should be beaded with some sort of black material! I haven't decided what yet because I haven't looked into the symbolism of different minerals. It could be black diamonds or just black glass, I don't know yet. But either way it should be black and be near invisible against the fabric until the person wearing the outfit moves and it catches the light. Then it's very dazzling and shows off a design.

the design. ooooooo. it should be made of extremely small beading that makes flower and vine designs. Those designs form together to make larger looking stars and other celestial bodies found in the sky, and then all of that comes together to look like a spiral galaxy. so tiny designs that make an even grander design when one steps back and takes in... the Big Picture.

the design should be slightly ever changing, as the space aspect does. it is not stagnant on the outfit, but shifts and moves.

FROGS.

actual vines and flowers wrapping around the outfit. red flowers and green vines. They should be those like eye-searing colors from Homestuck. that's because space's accent color is red, and all of the space characters we've seen so far have been green themed. so ¿por qué no los dos?

I was thinking of maybe having the flowers and stuff being maybe frog related? like flowers that frogs sit on or are part of their ecosystems? or just that frogs are usually depicted near? so the frog aspect really gets honed in on

back to frogs themselves, maybe in like depictions of the gods, space aspect ones always have a frog with them? or multiple? like frogs are there sacred animal/symbol?

I just really don't know yet how to incorporate frogs into the design. I'll have to do more research

also, starlight looking silver for the metal used for jewelry and such.

also maybe make any designs I do kind of feminine? I plan on potentially making a masc, fem, and androgynous version of each fancy tier because I both love and hate myself, but maybe all three for space will be feminine in some manner? idk (this would be because all the space people have been girl-esque, or at the least feminine in some manner)

number eleven is the one most subject to change.

I think that's everything for now??

tune in next time for... TIME!!!!

[shadow-genesis-yay]

Gimme them Memory headcanons! Please!

Say less! o7

>headcanons under the more/reading<

(Sorry it's long & for late response, was shopping for birthday stuff)

First 1: Memory in my design has white streaks they got from Void's side! Void just dyes his hair black to hide em for unknown reasons (probably ego or smth I dunno. Voids out of my control /j)

2: They're 6'4, uses mostly It/They but also uses he. They prefer mostly the other two tho but won't get mad if he is also used. (This one's mostly based off how in canon, Memory was referred to as a thing by Sabre, and he would use It/They until switching to He. Mem was still called a thing but used he ig). Oh and ig they also used nicknamed but only like it when Void calls em them. Like Memmy/Mem/Memoy/Fancy Steve lol

3: He has light sensitivity and uses their mask to help it when outside of the void/memory dimension

4: It has heterochromia, but in a different way! His left eye doesn't have a iris/pupil, and the area that's supposed to be white is pure red like Voids. (I think it's called the sclera) and also on said left side, they have a scar on its cheek that it got during some event they doesn't like talking about

5: Memmy likes cats and owns two! One tuxedo cat named Voodoo, and the other, a black cat (Bombay I think) called Morticia! Memmys had them since they was a smol lil swirly peppermint boi, and treats them like royalty as deserved 😤

6: (this one's kinda from a quote my friend made but it's too funny to not make a Memory headcanon) If Memory got called a specific slur I'm not gonna say, he'd just be like "Yeah no duh, it's obvious. Now please tell me something I already don't know about myself, or leave please and thanks."

7: Memory is highly skilled in swordsman ship, archery, and fighting. It's won awards in competitions they entered secretly (not because Void would be mad, but because they're Void's son. Void's like a king/God in the eyes of the other steves [of course except Nightmare LMAO] and terrifies em.) They's only lost once and that was more on its end since he didn't want to do competitions anymore, so they purposely disqualified itself by starting a fight.

8: while this one may be more of a ship that was started for funnies, it took my brain over so uh yeah. Memory is married to Faceless. The reason for why (to me) is because since Faceless doesn't have a face (no duh), he's immune to Memory's powers, even when mimicking others. And Faceless just couldn't resist a fancy boi in a suit. (I love this ship but at the same time I'm like "I want it gone from my mind its been 3 months help") ik they never met canonically but I speculate they met a tiny bit when Elemental worked for Void and El had to capture Faceless. It's a long shot but yolo I was bored

9: Memmy boi like flowers. Mostly roses or any black flower, but they'll be content with any other color if red & black are unavailable :)

10: While Memory may seem stern and cold, when you get to know them, he's really nice! Though it's usually always on guard and will unintentionally break your arm if you happen to spook them (somehow).

11: Memmys very sneaky and will smile a cheeky smile when it scares someone from behind.

12: Memory really hates cameras. Like, REALLY REALLY hates em. Whether it's off or not, they don't care and WILL throw a dagger at it. This one's more from a funny thing Sabre himself replied with in his discord when I said "I wish Memory had more screen time. He would of bee such a cool villain" with Sabre replying "maybe he did but we forgot".....I walked basically right into that joke but I love it so I'm considering it canon /hj

Uhhhh yeah anyways I think that's it other than more funny meme ones me and a friend made when I was bored and thought 'what if after the camera was off, Sabre and the steves would have a smp world together' and Memory would be the sometimes chaotic one of the server.

Ye uh I rambled alot lmao idk if this will even post but thank you so much for the ask and willingness to hear the headcanons about our silly little peppermint boi! Memory deserves so much more love that what's seen, I love him so much

Memory Steve, our beloved 'forgotten' king <3 👑

[oh-soo-diabolik]

complexion of god chapter iii

“Your putrid scent gave you away. Now what do you want, you dog-demon.” Reiji’s voice sounded with a feeling of annoyance, his cold crimson eyes stare at a man with ash blonde hair and tanned skin.

Glimpse of hatred coats the man’s hazel colored eyes, he is appalled. The man’s once chipper mood turned sour as his cat-like eyes narrowed, feeling the little patience he had slip away from his body.

“I see you’re still as bitch-y as per usual. I came here to talk business, there’s no time for bullshit and you know this, Reiji-sama.” The two men stare eye to eye, their heights practically identical, with only a mere inch difference.

“Oi, where’s that woman?” A new voice chimes in, causing the two men to turn. Standing with hands in pocket, Ayato is eyeing the two power houses. “Oh shit. Ryo Soseki, where have you been, loca?” His bold green eyes glistened with mischievous innuendo.

“I hate— wait, woman? Who's this woman you’re talking about?” Ryo’s ears perk with curiosity, twitching with the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The energy itself was suffocating, it didn’t take a ‘dog-demon’ to notice that either.

“Ah, she must be the source of that warm vanilla scent. Truly intoxicating if you ask me.” Ryo smirks, maneuvering past the two, as he starts towards the end of the hall.

“Where do you think you’re going? You mutt.” Reiji sneers teleporting to him within moments, followed by the now angry redhead, Ayato.

—

Her eyes flutter open, the sight of a pastel pink room surrounded her, stirring her with unease. ‘I wasn’t here before, who’s room is this?’ Pulling the covers from her body, [yn] slowly places her feet onto the cold ground.

The sounds of soft chiming attracts her attention. A large French door, glowing as it stands in the middle of the room. Though she could see through its windows.

She couldn’t help but question, why was there a door in the middle of the room anyway? The French doors display a field of flowers and a crimson moon.

She begins to ponder where exactly the door leads to. Without a second thought, her hands grab its handles and push the doors open. The scent of mildew and damp cloth greets her, twisting her face with a look of disgust.

‘This must be a dream.’

Her legs carry her through the doors’ entrance, stepping on damp grass as she finally enters the field of flowers and as the moon’s crimson light shines over her face.

Everything was beginning to feel too real.

Her eyes fixate on a man with snow white long hair and matching long white rabbit ears. Her face colors with white, as she notices his piercing eyes, burning into her skull, “Subaru?”. The man looked at her with a look of confusion. It wasn't Subaru, he didn't even look like him. His eyes were an emerald-green, his once white hair was now a crimson red.

“Heh, Subaru? Do I look like that idiot?” He asked, peering down at her, waiting for her response. [yn] shakes her head slowly before she rubs her eyes to remove the guck of sleep.

Her eyes meet the man’s figure once more, his once crimson hair was now blonde. He had the brightest of blue eyes, earbuds resting in his ears, “What a weird woman, come on, I'm getting tired standing here.” He mumbles, grabbing her hand, pulling her along down the field of flowers.

“W—where are we going?” she utters out, staggering to keep up with the now much taller man. His eyes glance at her confused expression,

“You’re not your usual self I see.” His sudden fast pace came to a halt, as they arrived at a small well kept cottage. “Come on, you’re probably getting sick.” Releasing her hand, he enters the house.

Only nodding, [yn] follows shortly after him. She watches as he disappears into a back room near the entrance of the kitchen.

She sits silently on the small sofa, her hands resting into her lap, as she looks around the cottage. She notices pictures of her and a man with crimson eyes and shoulder length white hair, his arm resting around her hips.

“Nfu, why are you following me, Bitch chan. You know I can't sleep without you.” The once tall blonde man was now much shorter, his hair as red as blood and bright green eyes.

“What’s going on?” She mutters in confusion, the man shrugs, “I figured you’d want to cuddle.” he smirks, putting his hand out for her to grab. She stands to her feet and follows him into the back room.

“You’re acting a bit off, don’t you think?” She turns to face him once more, his hair violet, and eyes a piercing violet colored eyes, accompanied with bags under his eyes.

“I guess so, I think I need to rest.” she says, resting against an iron coffin-like thing.

“You think?” His voice was unrecognizable, yet so familiar. With moments of silence between them, she flutters with a look of exhaustion. Her eyes practically rolling in the back of her, she collapses onto the ground beneath her.

“That was much easier than I thought.” Reiji struts into the room, as it begins to fill with every bridge except one, Subaru.

[outofangband]

Follow Up To Nargothrond World Building

Part one

Bioluminescence headcanons

World Building Masterlist

Please feel free to ask more!! General posts are hard because I didn’t have specific categories to cover so feel free to send categories! You can also see my world building prompt list for inspiration I always take requests

Nargothrond hosts a guild of talented smiths and metalworkers. Many are Noldor but a few are Sindar. Weapons are most commonly forged but a variety of useful implements and tools as well as occasionally more creative and artistic projects. The forges are located near the main entrance and have high windows to allow for natural light. Part of the forges are underground but much of the structure and ceilings are above ground.

Like in Menengroth, delicate sculptures of trees with beautifully engraved leaves and flowers decorate many of the larger halls and wind around supportive structures in corridors and entrances. A wider variety of bright colors are used in Nargothrond however (in Menengroth a wide variety of subtle and earthy colors are used with small pockets of spring green and other flora inspired colors). Likewise in Nargothrond, tiny glass beads are utilized to add to the sculptures.

The architectural style is modeled after both Noldorin and Sindar as well as Telerin styles. The greatest influences are of course Menengroth but also the homes built into the sea cliffs around Alqualondë and some of the architecture at the mountain bases in Tirion.

Trade continues well into the First Age with the dwarves of the Ered Luin. Physical and mineral resources are exchanged as well as knowledge and aid with specific projects. It’s common for a small group of Nargothrond’s scouts to accompany traders and visitors back East at least part of the journey to offer both companionship and added protection. The same is offered when traders or visitors travel to the Ered Luin.

Trade routes towards the Havens of the Falas are also maintained for a period and the friendship between the two realms is strong. I think the Arafinwëans greatly missed the ocean and this connection was important to them. It was common for Finrod to wear little gifts given to him from the Falathrim like bits of coral, driftwood or sea glass.

River glass is sometimes made intentionally by submerging drawn bags of glass piece in shallow, quick moving parts of the river sometimes for years at a time. This is a similar practice to Telerin glass workers. This glass is used mostly in jewelry and ornamental pieces like wind chimes.

Rock and turtle doves are used to deliver messages at short distance, usually within the realm of Nargothrond or its closest allies (closest by physical proximity). For longer distances or messages of more sensitive information, elven messengers are used by horse or by the waters. Outside of the fortress of Nargothrond itself, many scouts and residents also use raptors for hunting and various tasks.

Most residents are multilingual. Court is held in Sindarin though private discussions among the Arafinwëans sometimes use Quenya or Telerin. A number of creole dialects develop in Nargothrond. Many Sindar residents show interest in the Telerin language which is actually closer to Noldorin Quenya than to the Sindarin dialects of Beleriand.

As a mark of respect to Ulmo, hunting and fishing in the Nan Tathren is forbidden and residents go there rarely. Even without this ban, many eerie stories originate there and the elves tend to avoid it, despite its great beauty. Finrod does occasionally travel back towards the twilight meres however.

Orchards dot the hills on the outskirts of the Talath Dirnen. These are maintained mainly by those who live outside the fortress itself. It relies greatly on pollinating creatures including bees, butterflies and bats all of which are particularly revered by the Northern Sindar,

As always please feel free to ask more!

[s-b-party]

Vulpes Zerda: Tighnari and the Fennec Fox

****Possible spoilers from Tighnari’s story quest if you haven’t seen it yet!!!

So who is Tighnari? He’s one of the Forest Watchers of Avidya Forest, Collei’s mentor, and an alum of the Akademiya

His constellation means fennec fox, zerda itself isn’t Latin, it was taken from Arabic (means yellow/gold but can also be used at times to refer to the fennec fox specifically)

The smallest of foxes, they live in the desert regions; bc of their elusive nature enhanced by their already small size, most info about them is based on those in captivity rather than in the wild

In terms of symbolism, they’re often grouped w/ other well-known foxes in general who are usually associated w/ cleverness & wit, sometimes being viewed as evil tricksters, but I don’t think that fennec foxes themselves are usually seen in a negative way

The only possible connection I can see at the moment is that Tighnari displays cleverness & wit, the negative connotations don’t seem to be rlly relevant to him or his lore

Although he displays similar characteristics to fennec foxes, he shows that he’s more used to being surrounded by others although he might not necessarily interact w/ them (Character Story 4)

His Character Details passage shows that he’s very observant & can make sound conclusions based on what he perceives, which I find fitting bc if you think about it, fennec foxes seem to be very cautious/aware of their surroundings, which helps them to hide better when paired up with their camouflage. They even hint to his similarity to fennec foxes with the phrase “small, rare animal native to the forests”

Interestingly, the Valuka Shuna that he reads about seem to resemble fennec foxes even more so bc of their light-colored fur and they lived in the desert, which is where fennec foxes are usually seen if visible The touch of green on the fur was a blessing(?) from the Dendro archon rather than the result of evolution, which I think would have been an interesting alternate path/take if the game were different!

The green coloring was inherited by later generations when Tighnari’s ancestors coexisted together

We see that Tighnari enjoys learning, is a curious person, and is very in tune with the forest/nature His story quest further emphasizes his relationship with nature; he explains that he’s not exactly against machines, it’s more that he wants people to respect life instead of tampering around with it (since he knew that researchers would perform cruel acts on animals for their research)

At the end of his story quest, the script makes it seem that tighnari might end up handing over karkata to the akademiya bc of protocols (which meant Karkata would have been taken apart/destroyed) and bc he seems to be more active with nature rather than with machines; however it turns out that he was able to keep Karkata as his assistant

He’s someone who understands the value of life no matter what form it may take and bc of this, he’s able to see value in Karkata, a machine, which is considered abnormal bc machines aren’t usually seen as “alive” and yet, Tighnari already places value in Karkata

Looking at his lore overall, I personally feel that it’s a bit different from how I analyzed Diluc’s and Fischl’s constellations bc I was able to see more symbolic connections between them and their constellations

Tighnari’s constellation on the other hand feels more in tune with his personality & stories rather than with symbolism if that makes sense???? Like I’m not sure if I could find strong symbolic connections between the fennec fox & his stories

Yes, he is clever and witty like actual foxes at times for sure as we can see in his character story where he was able to prevent flowers from being completely wasted (he knew that if the Forest Watchers just put a ban in place, people would try to find ways around it and pick flowers illegally)

Even though the symbolic connections are not as strong here, I think there is something to be said about the Tighnari’s stories reflecting the idea of ecological preservation

One of his biggest concerns as someone who watches over the forest is the presence of Withering Zones, areas that are not safe for habitation & can have monsters around; very few things could possibly survive in these areas; when you see them, you can see everything is withered

Although the removal of Rukkhadevata was supposed to stop the Withering for good, who’s to say that no other physical manifestation of the Withering will appear in the future? The reason it first appeared is due to King Deshret introducing forbidden knowledge to his ppl

but is that the only way that the Withering can manifest? Who’s to say that no more forbidden knowledge will come into the world of Teyvat in the future? 👀

The fennec fox irl is currently listed as an animal of least concern in terms of whether they could possibly become an endangered species or worse, but they still face threats especially from habitat loss & from illegal pet trade since they’re valuable as “exotic pets”

Perhaps this is meant to show that despite the situation for both Sumeru & fennec foxes irl being fine or okay at the moment, something could happen in the future for them 🤔

This is of course not 100% an exact parallel between the withering zones & habitat loss irl but I think that it’s an important aspect of Tighnari’s lore to consider since he cares a lot about nature & wants to protect it

[sugarbean]

Reader of your Midzel Cafe, I absolutely adored the whole fic! But color me curious...

How didja first devise the whole concept in general? Sudden burst of inspiration, drawn from your life experiences, made a bet with someone...?

So Link is the master chef he's meant to be and I love it! I know he excels at a lot of dishes, but what's his favorite?

Your Midzel are both theater nerds, what's their fav musicals?

Hi! First of all, thank you so much both for reading my fic and for this ask!

1- I have so many notes on my inspirations for this series so this will be a long answer even though I will try to keep it succinct XD

First I saw peevishpants' artwork and liked it so much that I wanted to create a story around it because I'm all about the ☆vibes☆ and characters just hangin out together!

It was actually only supposed to be a one-shot so I'm also confused got to be so long XD But my basic thought process was:

'Wait when/where is this set? It'll have to be an alternate universe' -Insert a ridiculous amount of lore 'Hold up I always think of Link as being mute how is this going work?' -This is now a Midzel fic too that will be set in two worlds and Link will be the link between them because I like puns (that's literally it. wordplay was how I came up with the concept of his diner XD) 'But what are they going to talk about?' -Flashback to TP's opening scene + Deep dive analysis into the characters + Themes I feel like writing about

I also just love both distinctive and contrasting aesthetics so it's essentially a story of opposites.

Light Realm: Cottagecore vibes. Medieval/Gothic Era. Literature and Libraries. Nature. Gift of flowers.

Twilight realm: Cyberpunk vibes. Modern/Futuristic. Technology and Labs. City. Gift of manmade object.

Zelda: Introvert. Quiet. Blunt. Polite. Shy. Stoic.

Midna: Extrovert. Chatty. Sarcastic. Teasing. Sociable. Expressive.

If I were to fully go into how I interpret their characters and why I view them that way then that would probably have to be a whole other post XD So just sticking to the concept here.

Cyberpunk is usually 'high-tech, low-life' but I wanted them both to be peaceful so I went for high-tech, chill-life. We don't see much of the twilight realm in the game and it is quite barren but the glimpses we do get indicate some kind of advanced technology so it still felt fitting.

The twilight citizens/twilos coming from stars was inspired by how the castle town folk look when the twilight takes over, with that cyan kinda glow:

The idea of the twilight realm being where souls in the Hyrule go after they die came from Midna's ancestors originally being from the light world in the game and also from some dialogue about the twilight realm like the opening monologue but also when twilight takes over.

But I didn't want to change how Midna looks so the royal family is slightly different. Also because I didn't want Midna to be a reincarnation so she only gets one life which is part of the reason she struggles to connect with the twilos.

In terms of drawing from my life experiences. Definitely in some ways because I feel like that's how I can write it in a way that feels somewhat authentic but at the same time, I didn't want to project onto the characters so I thought about how I interpret them first then looked for ways that I could connect to them whilst still maintaining a boundary.

But I also looked for inspiration in my life for the environments too. I have been to English towns that look very similar to Castle Town, excluding the castle itself obvs XD In terms of time period though, TP just gives Gothic era vibes to me from the architecture but also the tone it reminds me of gothic literature in some ways.

As for the twilight realm, in the original fanart I recognised the type of diner that it shows which can be found in alleyways in cities like Tokyo, and because Zelda's a Japanese game too I drew from there in some ways. But since I haven't actually been there I found myself thinking about my closest experience to city life which was going to Hong Kong so I drew from that too which I think is more obvious in pt.2.

Funny thing is I actually wrote the drafts for pt.2 before pt.1. Those 7 chapters were literally just supposed to be one for the prologue! I know no restraint XD And if this text post doesn't make it obvious I'm also a massive overthinker XD

2. Another good question! The pumpkin soup is actually Link's favourite dish which of course was inspired by the pumpkin soup quests in both TP and SS. But even the soup gets its own backstory in pt.2 XD Since I did want there to be a story behind at least one of his dishes!

3. This one is actually the most difficult to answer XD Since they're both fancy ladies I imagine their favourite type of theatre would be opera which I'm not that knowledgeable of aside from a few clips I've seen of western and chinese operas.

But if I had to think of what broadway musicals they'd be into. Midna would probably go for Wicked because of Defying Gravity and girlie is floating around everywhere most of the game XD And for Zelda, Shrek The Musical I guess, she is trapped in a castle most of the game like our girl Fiona was but instead of an ogre and donkey saving her it's an imp and a wolf XD

[casualnepotism]

“You are all the colors of the world, mon kè.”

Brown, like the earth that sustains us all.

Green, like the plants that feed and delight us.

Blue, like the water that feeds the plants.

Yellow, like the sun that shows it all to us.

It was all even, Grann would point out as her fingers tickled across my freckles, in the right places. She would always end the story with her hands cupping my face, her crinkly thumbs rubbing softly under my eyes, smiling like she always did under the sun.

“The world must have cut away a part of itself when it made you.”

Her words echo in my brain as I turn, staring at myself. I don’t have a lot of time, I don’t think. But no one’s come to get me so maybe I do. I don’t know long I spent in the shower trying to get clean, letting the fucking goo slide away, trying desperately not to move, biting a hole through a sponge.

I’ve been using hot water so long that I forgot: cold water also hurts when it’s sprayed on open wounds.

My hands - wrists, forearms, biceps, traps, pecs, neck, face - flex in the mirror and my head tilts along with them. The black goo had faded into a dark purple stain. It’s darker where it’s pooled and settled into wounds though, like usual in those spots, it’s taken on a skin-like feel. I won’t know for a few days if it’s just from prolonged contact or if it’s a god thing. (It’s probably a god thing.) It would be beautiful on another canvas.

Like the skies before the storms, Grann would probably say. She was always good at making things sound positive. They warn us of the coming danger.

A bright, electric purple scar is scattered down my right calf, falling from two large punctures. They seem to pulse under the low light of the room. Only a vague memory of them comes to the surface - sitting on the grass, my family a muted roar. I said something. Cog was with me and then - a stifled breath, pain excruciating blinding ragingslicinghurtingcuttingstealingslashingbreaking and Maelo was there. It’s hard to take my eyes off them; they glow.

Like lightning in the summer, choupèt. It dances for us, but it never approaches.

I stare, hand tracing up the paint-like purple splatter on my hip (like flowers in the spring), across the faded grey-blue bullet wounds that strafe my stomach (the ice that heals summer’s wounds), up to the dark, umber-red burn scars across my chest (the earth as it prepares for new growth), landing on the just-settling ax wound against my neck. King. My breath shudders, inhaling too quickly and- “Fuck!”

A slash of pain on my back. How quickly I’d forgotten. I spin, eyes focused on my left shoulder blade. A circular scar, pinched as it has always been, now stained a bright and vibrant red. It’s spread, the red seeping outward with every beat of my heart. I squint, lean forward, curse - “se yon glas, sòt” - and squint harder.

Small veins of black and electric green cut through the red, reaching out as though to escape. Reaching down towards -

My eyes, distracted by the bright new red, drop slightly. Following the veins of black and green.

To the pain.

A line cuts across the small of my back. Black, I think. Maybe. I don’t know. It didn’t bleed, there’s no stain near it. It hasn’t scarred at all. It shouldn’t hurt, I don’t think. It’s just a line, like I’d drawn it on with a pen. But it hurts. Not always. I shift a little, twisting my spine just to see and -

All my breath leaves me in an instant. It hurts. Whatever Asmo touched me with as he died, it hurtsithurts.

I’m kneeling. I know that. My brain is moving - slowly - trying to catch up. I can see the red of Jack’s scar on my back (Like the sky over the ocean; either morning or night it is a sign of safety for the fishermen) This time, there’s a pause in her voice and it changes, deeper, smoother. Unless they are already in the water, of course.

Another deep breath. I stand, breathe out, and flex my body again to see my back. The same, excruciating pain, but I’m ready this time. I breathe. It passes.

I bend. Pain.

I stand. Pain.

I turn, spin, jump, squat, shimmy. Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain.

Each time, pain. Each time, more bearable.

I stand, straight, and look myself over once more in the mirror. My many colors. All the ones of the earth, Grann said, and she’s only gotten more right. I don’t know what she would say about this new scar because she couldn’t know what it is.

It’s the same color as the sky whenever we run into Asmodeus. Outside his dream window, in the tree, in the forest, even the spaces between his eyes.

Leaning down to scoop up spare clothes forces me to shake off another roll of pain, and I glance once more at the scar. I force a grin.

Grann would be thrilled: she always said that the earth cut a slice of itself away to make me and so, it seems, did the stars.

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✻ title ; [sfw] genshin men as your boyfriends headcanon [click here for the nsfw version]

✻ credit ; (middle) fanart by @/rnknmrm on twitter

✻ pairings ; childe + diluc + itto + kaeya + thoma + zhongli (separately) × gn!reader

✻ content ; light mentions of mature themes + fluff

tartaglia ; @/jdhikdjdkfiwufh on twitter

— I think childe would be the best hugger when it comes to hugging you from behind out of nowhere.

— Considering your and Childe's height difference, he usually places his chin on top of your head. It's pretty cute. And then he would kiss your neck while his arms are around yours.

— In a crowded path/room, he would wrap his arms around you to prevent you from getting lost.

— 10/10 would steal quick kisses from you on the cheek if he wants to. He doesn't even care if a fucking archon is in front of him; if he loves you, he is definitely not afraid to show it.

— If one of his friends from the fatui even mentions your name, his eyes would light up and could talk about you nonstop.

— Sometimes, other fatui members gets sick of him talking about you all the time but he doesn't feel ashamed of it. Never.

— You always tell him that you two don't need to go on expensive dates. You'd treat 'stargazing together', 'defeating hilichurls together', and events which don't require mora as a date already.

— You're probably the only person who likes him not because of his money.

— Trust me, if you two are well known all throughout teyvat, I just know that you'd be a fucking POWER COUPLE. No one would ever dare to steal you / Ajax for themselves. Go figure!

— He'd slap your ass out of the blue. He loves it, but only if it's yours. You would give him a glare as you blush and you'd only be greeted with his smirk. He'll then give you a quick kiss on the neck whilst grabbing your ass.

diluc ; @/yunngia on weibo

— When he comes back from work, he'd usually just sit on the couch and rest his head on your lap.

— Most of the time when he does that, he'd turn his head towards your core. He may be constantly tired from work but he'll never get tired of you.

— Loves to kiss the back of your hand / knuckles. Super romantic as fuuuuck.

— Diluc is the "old-fashioned" boyfriend. He would give you handwritten letters as gifts, roll it up like a scroll, tie a knot, and probably sprayed with his perfume and throw some flower petals on it fr.

— Would also give those letters sealed in envelopes with wax seals.

— Definitely has a collection of different colored wax, scented wax, and wax seals in his room. A lot of it.

— If you two are walking along dragonspine, he'd use his pyro vision to warm you up. It's either that or he'd (non-hesitantly) give his leather coat and gloves to you, even though his hands are a lot bigger than yours.

— If you enter the tavern, he'd usually be there serving customers. Sometimes he'd get distracted by you sitting across the room.

— Gives you drinks free of charge. What do you expect when your boyfriend is the owner of the famous dawn winery and the tavern itself?

— But he only limits you to have like two to three martini glasses of liquor.

— If you whine and want him to give you another one, even trying to attempt to pay and argue, "I paid for it, so why aren't you giving me the drink I paid for?" He'd only give you a stare, ignore your mora, and say, "No."

— His love language is quality time. Sometimes he teaches you techniques on how to make a good cocktail.

— Oh, he would absolutely name a drink after you. That's cute as fuck.

itto ; @/lansecha on twitter

— ah yes, our favorite himbo.

— absolutely, 100/10, wild as FUCK and doesn't care what anyone says. Literally. If he could have his own world wherein you two are always alone, he'd definitely want to have sex with you. With consent, of course.

— People who don't see him as a threat usually finds him hot. You couldn't blame them, though!

— Those same people hate you for the sole reason that the oni they've been crushing on is taken by YOU. The biggest "middle finger" you'd give to them is by kissing your man right in front of them. What are they gonna do about it, huh?

— Ushi LOVES you 100%. It probably loves you more than its owner.

— He'll mostly pick you up and twirl you around. Considering that he's super buff and an oni, there is nothing that he couldn't carry.

— Stares at you horrifyingly when he sees you eating beans / dishes in which consists beans.

— Gives the BEST hugs. He may be on the hard-muscle side but that won't keep you from hugging him every single day.

— Loves it when you grab his horns and lightly shake it back and fourth.

— Also loves it when you run your hands down his bare stomach.

— Piggyback rides for daysssss

— He's super soft with you. He may look menacing but I promise, he'll take care of you in the gentlest way possible.

— He lightly teases you for fun but he would never bring out your insecurities. That's how much he loves you.

thoma ; @/sonomi_rap5

— MALEWIFE LETS GO

— You say it, he makes it. There's no such thing that he wouldn't do for you. You want Adeptus Temptation? Give him like an hour and he's done. Barbecue skewer? Boom, 20x in a snap. Bamboo shoot soup? Anything for his baby.

— He's the quiet type of boyfriend. He loves it when you two are together in a room maybe reading silently. He loves the non-awkward silence you two give each other.

— Gives a lot of forehead kisses. He even does butterfly kisses from your forehead down to your collarbone.

— He teaches you everything. From knitting, cooking, sewing, you got it.

— Loves to walk around Chinjuu Forest with you while holding hands.

— When you two argue, you usually walk away from him and before you do that, you felt him wrap his arms around you, placing his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry baby" He apologizes.

— And if you're still not talking to him after an argument, he'd usually just kiss you on the cheek and ask, "Are you still mad...?" and pouting.

— HE IS A VERY WHOLESOME MAN ALRIGHT. He asks for your consent with everything that has to do with you. You don't find it annoying, you just think that he's thoughtful and would rather hurt himself to protect you.

— His patience is off the fucking charts. You could put him inside a room filled with annoying little brats (aka children) and he still wouldn't complain.

— He doesn't want to admit it but he loves interacting with children; Telling them stories, playing hide and seek with them, and all that. Seeing these makes your heart skip a beat and you think to yourself that he would be the perfect dad for your future children.

kaeya ; @/ggleus_ on twitter

— The charm of this man, oh my god.

— He could give someone a quick glance and they'd instantly fall in love with Mondstadt's one and only Calvary Captain.

— Everyone in Mondstadt knows that you're his and his alone. He has the power to punish anyone who messes with you.

— If Jean is away and he has to take over the Acting Grandmaster's place, he'd usually invite you inside the office and lets you chill for a bit. Maybe hang out with Klee in the confinement room next to Jean's office.

— Parties every. single. week. Maybe more frequent than that. He doesn't abuse his position as a Favonius Knight but more often than not, he comes inside his office in the morning feeling hella hungover.

— You don't know why, but he sure loves to caress your soft cheeks. He just loves physical touch in general; it surprised you at first but you got used to it.

— He's literally such a fun guy to be around. You're the only one who knows how he behaves when he's had too much of alcohol and judging by that, you kind of love that side of kaeya.

— Constantly flirts with you even though you're already his. You don't get it, but it sure pulls your heartstrings whenever he whispers directly onto your ear. Gives you the tingles everytime. This man sure knows how to please his partner with words.

— When you two are home alone at the end of the day, your favorite thing to do both is giving each other face masks / facial.

— Has literally kissed every part of your body.

— When you two get caught in an argument, he'd give you some space to clear both of your heads a bit. After a while, he'll show your favorite dish right in front of you and eat it. That would make you tell him you want some. 10/10 fool-proof plan.

— Calls you "boo".

zhongli ; @/LuceveEa on twitter

— Fuck where do I even begin.

— The sigh that he makes after he sips his tea, his groan when he stretches, and when he looks at you from behind gives you fucking butterflies for days. Hearing those litle moans from him doing innocent actions just keeps your wild mind going.

— IMAGINE HIS MORNING VOICE OMFG???

— Sometimes when you walk away from him after an argument, he stops you by rising a pillar in front of you. He then corners you with it, towering over you. You don't feel threatened, but instead it could make you forget what made you mad when he does this. It works every single time.

— When you look up at him with your back against his pillar, he takes your cheek, tilts your head and starts kissing your neck. Not only that, he grabs one of your legs still pinning you against the pillar and saying "I'm sorry" in between kisses.

— His hands even fucking glow how cool is that?

— It sometimes bothers you that since he's been alive for thousands of years, you couldn't help but to think about his past relationships. Are you his first? Why is he so experienced in relationships?

— Whenever you have these thoughts he'd usually wraps his arm around you, drawing circles on your shoulder and kissing you on your temple (side of your forehead).

— Reassures you that you're the only one he has had done it with, and if you go before him, he says that he will always think of you, no matter how much time passes, he will only love you and you'd be his last partner. That's how much he's dedicated to you.

— If you're in danger, worry not. He could literally crush anybody, I mean ANYBODY with his fucking meteorite.

— Usually calls you "doll".

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[melody-ofstars]

★ 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 ~Black Clover

★ 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~ Gauche Adlai x Reader

★ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 ~ Fluff

★ 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓶𝓼 ~she/her

★ 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 ~ 🌌 🌠 💫 🌟 ✨

𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰𝑰 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛

Your eyes were closed as you sat in the middle of the field, silently feeling the gentle breeze that brought with it the fragrant smell of blooming flowers.

You certainly loved spring and the colors and happiness it brought with itself, if only you had some of it. You wanted to be happy, really, but it just didn't seem possible. You had never thought that your life would be reduced to this, falling head over heels for the 'unlovable' Gauche Adlai...

You didn't really know how it happened though and if you were to tell it to someone, they would certainly think of you as someone mad which was entirely wrong by the way. Yes, everybody thought of him as some emotionless freak when he was one of the most emotional people you had ever seen.

You truly did not know why it happened, maybe it was because of that rare yet wonderful smile of his or rather his love and affection for his sister, or... It was just him, just Gauche, and himself. But alas, your affections were in vain as you knew better than to expect him to love someone. Your love for him was just like in those poems that you read, secret and unrequited.

You took a deep breath before focusing on the task at hand which was watching over the orphanage kids as they played, they seemed to be enjoying themselves and nothing looked cautious. You idly plucked a flower and began to twirl it in your hand, picking on its petals as you muttered to yourself, he loves me, he loves me not only for it to end on the latter.

"See y/n, even the flower thinks that you are hopeless and miserable." You groaned.

"And why are you hopeless and miserable?" A voice cut in startling you.

You turned around, a hand on your rapidly beating heart, only to find standing there, the person who has occupied your thoughts. Gauche. As if your heartbeat wasn't fast enough, it got even faster as you felt heat rush up to your cheeks.

"And since when do you care? " You playfully asked back, you didn't know how you got the confidence but thankfully your voice did not waver.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, taking a seat down next to you. "I do care about you..." he said. Your eyes widened as you interpreted what he just said, there's no way he said that. At least you knew that is not what he meant by it. "Always have..." he added in the end but not loud enough for you to hear it.

You turned towards him and found him already looking at you making you falter in your move. You couldn't comprehend the emotion on his face, it wasn't a frequent one like his annoyance or care for Marie, it was different. New.

"You care for my Marie and I appreciate that." He said, his tone softer than usual and you nodded in acknowledgment. See, it wasn't that after all...

You turned your head away, trying not to give away the obvious infatuation that you had with him and the disappointment from his words, and focused on his sister who was happily approaching you and her brother.

"Big brother you are here!" She said with a smile, hugging him as she did. He had his smile on his face, the one that was only for his sister, the one that you admired.

"Look what I made for you! Miss y/n said that you will love it." She said, showing him a daisy crown she had made, his eyes filling with love at the gesture before they flicked towards yours so fast that you thought it was a trick of the light.

"She was right, I do love it." He commented, oblivious of the effect it had on you. You seriously did not know how you were breathing till now but it certainly felt good.

You smiled as you watched her tell him about her week and how intently he listened to it. You watched as he smiled and as his voice was full of love when he spoke to her. It may seem weird to anyone how can someone like Gauche Adlai but for you, it was as clear as a day... Because you liked Gauche Adlai simply for being Gauche Adlai.

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Okay, quick resource for dyes for the sake of avatar fic. Not comprensive, just something a writer can springboard off of.

First things first: a bit about the process. Before you can dye your fiber, you usually need to treat it with a mordant. Think of mordant as primer. It's what allows the dye to fix itself to the fiber instead of just sitting on top until it's washed out. This is an excelent article that goes over mordants used in contemporary natural dyeing, specifically their toxicity.

After the mordant, the fiber can be dyed. Sometimes heat is used, but not always. The fiber needs to be stirred throughout its time in the dye bath and there must be enough of the dye bath for the fiber to move easily to ensure even color. It then needs to be rinsed, washed until the water runs clear, then hung to dry, typically out of the sun. Items used for dyeing should not be used for cooking and the dyeing itself should be done in a well-ventilated place, especially with the use of metallic mordants like iron and copper.

Animal fibers, like silk and wool, take to dye better than plant fibers, like cotton and linen, but are more fickle. Wool likes to felt, and does so with excessive heat, moisture, and agitation; all of which are usually used in the process.

Overdying is the process of layering dyes to get the shade you want and dyes can also be modified to change their color.

Also note that if skins were dyed the Inupiaq way, it would be by rubbing the (preferably powder) dye into the skin and then setting it rather than these exact methods for dyeing yarns and fabrics. In fact, pattern pieces would be cut according to the skin or fur's natural color variation for effects that one would get with different colored fabrics.

Avocado-pink. I describe the exact shade as a "dreamy sunset cloud pink" and if I had to guess, I'd say Ty Lee's clothes are dyed with avocado. The dye is extracted from the pits and skins (sometimes both are used, sometimes one or the other). Avocados are native to south-central Mexico

Black beans-blue. Blue like the evening sky, it comes from the beans themselves. Native to Central America

Black walnut-brown. Rich dark brown, from the hull of the nut. Infamous for being difficult to shell (some people run them over with their cars to crack them open). Native to North america.

Copper-bluish green. Typically used as a mordant or modifier, known to "sadden" colors by tinting them blue or green. Gentler on animal fibers (like silk and wool) than iron, which is used for similar purposes

Cutch-red to brown. Similar to the avocado dye, but deeper and muddier. Native to india

Indigo-blue. Used today to dye blue jeans. Dye is known to fade and rub off. Dye is extracted from the flowers of the indigo plant.

Iron-green to brown-gray. Typically used as a mordant or modifier to darken colors, like copper, but can be used as a dye itself. Sometimes rust specifically (a product of iron oxidizing) is used as a dye for its redhead orange color. Iron can damage animal fibers with prolonged exposure, making them feel rough.

Lac-purple to black. Extracted from the shell of the lac insect native to India

Logwood-purple. Not very lightfast. Adding acid to the dye bath will give you warmer gold tones.

Madder-orange to red. Dye extracted from the root, used in Europe, the Middle East, and some parts of China and North America

Oak galls-light brown to gray. Oak galls are growths caused by wasp eggs found on oak trees and are sometimes used to make ink, as shown in The Secret of Kells. Though a solid black ink rather than green like the movie. Can be used as a mordant, and makes a nice shade of black when dyed with iron.

Onion-yellow to orange, the dye is extracted from the skins

Pomegranate-greenish yellow, dye is extracted from the rind, the more ripe it is the less green. I read about a blue dye coming from pomegranate rinds, and have seen dyes made with them used with a dark concentration of iron to make a rich midnight blue, but anecdotes from natural dyers indicate the pomegranate rind and iron alone make a mossy green. May need more research into the process of getting blue from pomegranates.

Safflower-yellow and pink that can darken/saturate to red. The yellow dye can be extracted, leaving a pinkish one behind that can produce a lovely scarlet shade. Very time- and labor-intensive, very expensive.

Tara-gray to purple. Dye extracted from tara seedpods native to South America

Tumeric-yellow. Described as a sunshiney yellow-gold. Not as lightfast as one might think. Extracted from the root.

Woad-blue. Described as a medium blue. Native to the steppe and desert regions of the Caucasus, as well as Central and Western Asia

Anyone with more information on the topic is free to add it.

[diavolosthots]

Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all. 

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?” 

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness. 

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying. 

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now. 

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes 

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…” 

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin. 

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?” 

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought… 

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first… 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.” 

[jeireilostt]

[5. Flowers💐]

I’m 1. Gonna give each character a flower I believe they are. And 2. Name their own favorite flower.

1. Luther Hargreeves

Gladiolus

Usually, gladiolus flowers symbolize being honest and faithful at all times. Because gladiolus flowers can also symbolize strong moral values, they are often seen as a symbol of integrity. Interestingly, gladiolus flowers can be used to represent infatuation or even deep admiration. Gladiolus flowers represent strength. And obviously Luther IS strength.

Luther’s favorite flower would Rose in my opinion. He likes the classics.

2. Diego Hargreeves

Chrysanthemums

I believe Diego is a Red Chrysanthemum. They symbolize love and deep passion. But overall each color of the flower represent him in some way. Yellow chrysanthemums symbolize neglected love or sorrow or a token of strength. White chrysanthemums symbolize loyalty and honesty. The orange chrysanthemum flower exudes confidence. The flower also represents comfort for the bereaved. After Patch he grieved and the flower is the symbol of comfort for that.

I think he would like Lilies. Idk he just seems like a Lilies.

3. Allison Hargreeves

Carnation

The Carnation meaning varies depending on the flower color. But the main meaning for the basic carnation flower means embrace the ideas of fascination, distinction and love. The love aspect of carnation meaning includes everything from a mother's devoted love to the love of their spouse. Dark red carnations symbolize love and affection. Pink carnations symbolize gratitude. Yellow carnations symbolize disappointment or rejection. Purple carnations symbolize capriciousness. I think it’s a accurate description for Allison.

I believe her favorite Flower is a dandelion. I think Claire picked them a lot and gave them to her. She adores the flower because of that.

4. Klaus Hargreeves

Strelitzia

Strelitzia symbolizes freedom, joy, immortality, and paradise. The Strelitzia also means faithfulness, love, and thoughtfulness. Just how Klaus is. Klaus is a free spirit and is quite joyful at times. Even though that he has freedom and immortality it’s still lonely. He always has Ben for eternity (ignore canon😀)

(Really struggled with this one-)

Hmm I think his favorite flower is a poppy or he likes lavender. Idk 🤷‍♀️

5. Five Hargreeves

Aster

This flower stands for Wisdom, Faith, and Valor. Asters symbolize love, wisdom, patience, faith, and color. The flower carries the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me.” It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone. Although people will say Five is nothing like this you are wrong. He just doesn’t show it. He has a deep love and loves his family a whole lot.

His favorite flower in my opinion would be a Tulipa Humilis cause 1. He’s a bougie bitch. And 2. They’re just gorgeous . Especially the wild blue heart tulip.

6. Ben Hargreeves

Sunflower

Sunflowers symbolize adoration, loyalty and longevity. Much of the meaning of sunflowers stems from its namesake, the sun itself. The yellow color signifies reality, honor, truthfulness, and understanding. It’s the best flower for an everlasting friendship that last between him and Klaus. Sunflowers symbolize the unwavering faith and unconditional love that they carry with them. Ben has always been through Klaus’s worst and his best. He could’ve left a long time ago but he stayed :)

I also think Ben’s favorite flower is a Sunflower :)

7. Viktor Hargreeves

Lilac & Purple Hyacinth

Blue lilacs symbolize happiness and tranquility. Magenta lilacs symbolize love and passion. Lilac, the color for which this flower is named, is a light purple that symbolizes a first love just how Viktor felt with Sissy (forget the other dude)

The purple hyacinth is a symbol of sorrow and regret. Sometimes, a simple acknowledgement of the family’s grief is enough. Instead of attempting to comfort the family with clichés such as “Keep your head up,” and “God wouldn’t give you anything more than you can bear,” allow yourself to accept the reality of their grief, and communicate your sympathy. Let them know that you are aware of their suffering and that you care and vise versa. The purple hyacinth can communicate the pain that you feel upon hearing of loss, and this simple sentiment is often just what the family needs.

I think Viktor favorite flower is also Roses. Specifically pink ones :)

(Random but I think Lila’s a Tiger Lily😀)

[cdroloisms]

I really love when people write about c!wilbur manipulating c!dream so I was wondering if you could write on about the smp realizing that c!wilbur manipulated c!dream into being a lap dog for him but a hell lot of trouble for then and if you could add c!wilbur taking advantage of the fact that dream is a god during a fight that would make my day. Hope you have a great day.thank you. Love your work.

ooh yeah - c!wilbur is back and GGG-ing as good as ever, , which Really makes you think abt what it’s gonna be like when he interacts with c!dream again. this ended up being a little more c!sapnap centric than i intended, hope that’s alright haha. (and thank you so much for the kind words!) 

tw: implied abuse, torture, drowning, dismemberment, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sapnap critical? not really?, dark portrayal of c!wilbur (typical MAD duo shenanigans)

Sapnap isn’t expecting to find anyone when he storms out in the middle of the night - he’s tense, they all are after the fiasco at the prison, but really his thoughts are filled with Karl once again going inexplicably radio silent for days on end and Quackity ignoring all of his questions with a simple “i’m busy” that he’d failed to follow up even twelve hours later, so Dream and Wilbur and whatever the hell happened that left Pandora’s Vault - obsidian, indestructible, tall and dark and proud - half-crumbled and sunken into the sea are just about the last things on his mind.  

Even so, he’s not an idiot, so he had enough foresight to pack a few potions and gather his armor and weapons before stepping into the summer night - it’s cool under the moonlight, a soft breeze cutting through the otherwise stifling weight of the humid air, and the comfortable night is enough to make his anger die down, just a little. Kinoko Kingdom glows soft and warm from the lanterns Foolish had scattered all over the place, thick with the earthy smell of fungus and flowers, and he takes a deep breath before walking to the city outskirts to hopefully clear his mind.

He’s no stranger to late-night walks; his temper had always been fiery, even as a child, and he’d figured out pretty early on that the easiest way to deal with it was to walk or run until his brain was too tired to think anymore. Walking at night also meant he could take out some of his frustration on mobs as well as the satisfaction of setting a random patch of forest on fire without worrying about burning down someone else’s property, and once he got good enough with a sword and shield to come and go relatively unscathed, Bad had stopped his worrying enough to let him do whatever as long as he came back in time in the morning. Sapnap frowns as he hacks at a random branch in his way with an axe, watching as it falls in a spray of leaves and crashes to the ground; he hasn’t seen Bad in a while, not since he became obsessed with the whole Egg thing. Quackity had mentioned some cryptic things, and Karl was adamant that they avoid the Egg as much as possible, but he probably should’ve at least visited, or something. Bad always knew what to say when it came to messy things like this.

Though - Sapnap laughs wryly - it’d never been this bad, before. Karl distant and absent, Q somehow even more so with a new glint to his gaze that sent a shiver down his spine. George, usually asleep, never around, expression perpetually foggy like he doesn’t know where he was. Dream- evil, insane, awful, somehow so familiar it hurt and too much of a stranger to recognize. He wonders when it all got this bad. He wonders what it says about himself, that he didn’t notice until it was far too late.

“Fancy seeing you out here.”

Sapnap whirls around, sword drawn; the figure staring back at him doesn’t even flinch. His eyes narrow at the sight, stance widening, shoulders tense.

“Wilbur?” He keeps his voice wary, guarded, trying his best to keep surprise from coloring his tone. Wilbur grins at him, tight-lipped, the planes of his face faintly lit by the moon shining over them, facial features only barely visible in the dim light. Without really meaning to, Sapnap cranes his head to look around at the surrounding forest, but nothing moves or makes itself known outside of the figure still staring at him, smirking. “What- what are you doing here?”

And where’s Dream?

Because Sapnap might not know much about what went down at the prison and what Dream’s plans are and the whole mess that he’d been so desperate to put behind him and utterly failed at doing so, but what he does know is that the two of them - Dream and Wilbur, Wilbur and Dream - had been all but inseparable, strangely attached to each other in a way that spelled out nothing but trouble for the rest of them. The rest of the server had been compiling sightings of the two in the hopes of being able to stop whatever it was that they had planned, but Sapnap knows his former friend, brother, and even if he doesn’t know Wilbur, his reputation more than precedes him: the two of them are smart, not to mention paranoid as fuck, and the rest of them have a better shot shooting targets in the dark than figuring out whatever the hell was going on in their heads with the two of them working together. Either way, he knows that they’d never been sighted apart - it was always Wilbur standing on a hill with Dream sitting next to him, or Dream hacking through mobs as Wilbur followed, or the two of them stepping into a fortress and leaving minutes after - until now.

“Could ask the same of you,” Wilbur laughs, just a shade to the left of friendly, and the moonlight scatters through the leaves and glints off his glasses. “Don’t be so tense, man! I’m just going on a walk, thought I’d enjoy the night. Didn’t see anything like this in Limbo, you know.”

Sapnap winces at the reminder, that Wilbur is here and alive in defiance of law and reason and the universe itself, but Wilbur barrels on, seeming unaware of his unease.

“Anyway - how are you doing, man? Haven’t seen you around in a while.” He leans back, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, stance loose, relaxed. “I’d ask Dream, but he’s been in prison for a bit, you know? Most of what he knows is pretty - ah, outdated, not that I tell him that.”

“What are you planning?” Sapnap snaps, grip tightening around the handle of his sword. “You and Dream. What do you want?”

“Who’s to say we want anything?” Wilbur seems to grin wider, and the expression on his face is unsettling, makes something cold slither up his spine. He shakes his head to rid himself of the feeling, half-wishing it was brighter so he could better see the other’s eyes.

“I mean-” he stutters. Because Dream always wants, he almost says, bitter and angry, that all-too-familar swell of betrayal rising in his chest at Dream, forever insatiated, forever wanting, forever looking for more more more. Because if he were to escape, and if he were to want nothing, then what did that mean for the rest of them? Because if he didn’t want, if he wasn’t left wanting, then did Sapnap ever mean anything at all? The thoughts stick to his skull like tar, words clinging to the roof of his mouth as it goes dry. Wilbur seems to stare at him, unimpressed, and he feels his face go hot.

“He’s not- he’s dangerous, you know,” Sapnap says instead of answering, because untangling the awful, knotted feelings that make up his remaining ties with Dream, half-frayed and neglected and forgotten, is more work than he can handle and more emotions than he has the energy to bear. It doesn’t matter, in the end, because Dream is still dangerous; he knows that, resolutely, and maybe it’s lucky, that he found Wilbur without Dream whispering plans and manipulations and meaningless words by his side. It’ll give him a chance to warn Wilbur, bring him back to their side instead of risking his life (again) in the company of his friend-turned-tyrant. Dream is dangerous, whether he wants or not, because Dream is Dream and he’s been in too many manhunts to face him with anything less than one hundred percent confidence. “You don’t want to be with him, Wilbur. He’s hurt- so many people.”

Wilbur’s expression doesn’t change, seeming as indifferent to the words as ever; if anything, he looks a little amused. “Really,” he hums, almost to himself. “Dangerous, you say?”

“He’s Dream,” Sapnap insists, because it’s the truth, and it’s the simplicity of it, really. It’s Dream, and Dream is dangerous whether he’s on your side or not, forever ruthless and unheeding as long as he gets what he wants. He’d been in Wilbur’s place, once, convinced that Dream’s strategies and planning and infallible logic had meant they had no way of losing. He knows better, now. “You’ve fought him before! He doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t care about anything.”

And if the words are a little more bitter than they should be when he says that, who but he is going to notice?

Wilbur’s eyes stay on his, completely silent, expression unreadable. The quiet gets awkward quickly, Wilbur’s expression seeming unchanging, nothing but the faint rustling of the leaves around them to break the stillness of the air, and Sapnap feels his gut roll uncomfortably as he looks off to the ground, waiting for Wilbur to react in some way, any way. It’s hard, he knows, to realize that someone you thought was on your side had been using you the entire time, he’s been there before and he gets it, but- it’s still strange, how still Wilbur has become. How he still hasn’t reacted - is his expression going to change?

And suddenly, starting quiet and then swelling in volume, Wilbur begins to laugh.

“Goodness,” Wilbur drawls through his chuckles, voice low and dark and sending chills down his back. “I thought he was exaggerating, man - you really do hate him, don’t you?”

“What- what’s so funny?”

Wilbur smiles, teeth flashing white as the faint light from the moon bounces off of them, “I have to give you my thanks, truly. I’d thought that Quackity did the most of it, or Sam, but you- I really couldn’t have guessed.”

Sapnap’s head is spinning. Wilbur’s expression is positively gleeful, eyes dancing, smile wide and brilliant, bouncing from one name to another with little explanation to how any of them tie together. Sam? Quackity? Nothing is making sense. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh Sapnap,” Wilbur croons. “You really don’t know, do you?”

He twists his hand in a flippant gesture, eyes directed into the forest surrounding them.

“Let’s just say that his, ah- stay, in Pandora, wasn’t exactly what I’d call a five-star experience. But you know that, don’t you?” Wilbur directs a flat smile his way, and Sapnap swallows, throat dry. Briefly, images flash behind his eyes - walls, dripping with crying obsidian, the lava’s heat hard to bear at his back, even for him, mining fatigue pulling at his limbs and making them heavy. How startlingly bare the cell had been, even through the haze of his anger, Dream, slumped in a corner of the cell, barely moving, barely even breathing as it seemed sometimes, sunken-in cheeks and sagging shoulders speaking of nothing but a bone-deep exhaustion. “Apparently, being psychologically and physically tortured for months on end has an interesting effect on the human psyche. Even more so when, say, your best friend comes once in the entire time to tell you that he’ll kill you if you ever try to escape.”

“How-” he trips on his own words, lungs seizing, “how do you know that?”

“He tells me things. A lot of things, really. Did you know it takes one and a half regen potions to reattach an arm after it’s been cut off? It takes three and a half for a leg, he thinks, but the blood loss made it rather hard to remember.” Wilbur steps forward. “Did you know that scars created by healing potions tend to be much thicker and more prominent than those made by regens? Or that he can hold his breath for a little more than two minutes before passing out?” Wilbur smirks, jagged, threatening. “Did you know that I can tell him just about everything, and he’ll believe me because there’s no one else to tell him otherwise?”

“Wh- what?”

“I’ll be sure to tell him what you said; I’m sure he’ll love to hear how his brother is doing.” Wilbur waves. “And when you see Quackity, be sure to give him my thanks, will you?”

“Wilbur, what- come back-”

And with a flash of purple particles, Wilbur disappears, leaving Sapnap alone in the middle of the forest. Stasis chamber. His heart pounds in his ears, breathing all-too-loud, and he stares desperately at the empty space where Wilbur had stood like it’ll bring him back again.

Fuck, he swipes his hand across his face, startled when it comes back wet. What does he do now?

[clemmywrites]

windblume ode

(Day 25 of @yelans‘ spring serenades event! I really wanted to do this day specifically because it was the closest available day to my birthday, btw my birthday is the same as ayato’s wah, and also because it was this day last year when I pulled venti for the first time! So I thought, I had to do it! Anyways, enjoy! I was sleepy when I wrote most of this, so I hope it all makes sense c:)

The air in Mondstadt was always clear and nice on your skin, but there was something about the Windblume Season that made it feel more relaxing. Yet, almost, happier. A few leaves from trees nearby have flown into the wind and threaten to tickle your face, but you would welcome the feeling. 

All in all, the atmosphere is colorful. 

And well, you couldn’t blame it all on the bright green balloons and Flora’s beautiful flower arrangements, that was for sure. 

“Y/N!” A flash of green entered your line of vision and you quickly recognized it, though you certainly heard him first. “Pleasure to see your cute face in the city today!”

Your face flushed, must be the colorful atmosphere, you tried to tell yourself, but well, your cheeks almost seemed to warm a little more every time you ran into Venti. Especially times like now, his city was prospering and his smile never looked brighter. 

“I wouldn’t miss the festival, everyone has been really excited for it, I wanted to see what it was all about,” you exhale, a puff of air that mixed with the lovely breeze that accompanied it. 

“Well, I for one, am really glad! You missed last year’s,right? Want me to show you around?” His smile was cheeky, you couldn’t help the lingering thought that he had something up his sleeve, yet you didn’t in a million years want to miss this for the world. 

“I can’t believe you remembered.” A smile lights up your features before you can stop it. “Where are we headed, Mr. Best Bard of Mondstadt?”

His giggle resounds into the wind and he offers his hand cheekily. You take it without hesitation. 

Your hand stays in hsi throughout the day, save for when you’d skipped ahead and begged him to teach you the trick to the archery game. Which of course, earned you a laugh and then a few quips before he finally helped you. 

In a kaleidoscope of games and judgemental gazes from the cityfolk, it brought you to sunset. The region was dipped in blazing oranges and yellows, it was gorgeous. The day brought you to the edge of Starsnatch Cliff, a view you never would have dreamed would be so beautiful. You sat beside Venti when he pulled out his lyre unexpectedly. 

“Don’t you usually charge for a song..?” Your question is hesitant and feels thick on your tongue, but you can’t help but ask, you happened to be low on mora after paying for lunch earlier. 

“Charge? Not this time, but your concern is much appreciated!” His fingers glide across his lyre slowly and rhythmically. His music was much different than that of the bards in the city. The tunes you’d usually hear in the tavern were repeated over and over, almost to the point where you might think you could play it yourself. 

But Venti’s were different.

His music was always new and refreshing, every note drifting into the wind and making you want to take on the day, a clear story weaving itself before your eyes everytime. It was glorious. 

And yet, he wanted to play one for you. 

And play one, he did.

The notes surrounded you almost like that of a blanket, this tune was very soft and comforting, much like the evening sky softening into night. And eve when the stars came out to greet you, Venti still played. A yawn tugged at your lips and yet, you still listened, wide awake, wonder etched into your features.

“So, how was it?”

You were silent, your gaze locked on his, nearly in a daze. Was this the power of a bard, you were mesmerized. 

“Y/N?”

“Oh, right,” You giggle lightly, nervously placing your head on his shoulder. “It was lovely, could I trouble you for another?”

He shook his head, “No trouble at all!”

And so, eve when your eyes glide shut and the moon rises, he played another song.

What he hadn’t told you, is that your presence, you yourself, were the sole reason he wanted to keep playing.

But, that could wait until later.

[critrolesideblog]

Some snippets from the Nein’s week at the Blooming Grove.

-----

There is a shadow of something between them. Something in the way their shoulders brush as they stand next to each other, in the way the Scourger's broad shoulders relax ever-so-slightly when Caleb is near, in the intensity with which he watches Caleb's face as he speaks, in the way Caleb's eyes travel slow, lingering paths up the Scourger's muscular arms when he thinks no one is watching.

Caleb has his back to Essek, standing over a desk, perusing a book the Scourger has lent him. The Scourger is next to him, arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the desk with an air of ease and familiarity, as if he did not try to kill them all mere days ago. He is facing Essek, but not looking at him.

Until he is.

Brown eyes catch lilac ones in their stare, and a wolfish grin curls its way around the handsome features. He says something to Caleb in Zemnian, without breaking Essek's eye contact. It sounds like a question, to which Caleb replies casually.

It is foolish, Essek knows, to maintain eye contact like this. Any number of spells may be wrought thus, but he cannot find it in himself to look away.

The Scourger asks another question, his voice dropping an octave. He forfeits the staring contest to trace Caleb's form with his eyes, down then up, and there is still a wolfish edge to his playful grin as leans in past the boundary of Caleb's shoulder.

Without looking up from his book, Caleb places a hand on the near side of the Scourger's face and slowly but firmly extends his arm out. The Scourger, chuckling, allows himself to be pushed over far enough that he has to take a step away from Caleb to maintain his balance.

His eyes alight on Essek again. He says something to Caleb with a sigh, and then lopes out of the library, his eyes on Essek's all the while. Just before he floats down out of sight, he gives Essek a wink.

Once all is still, Caleb looks up, finally, toward the exit. His shoulder dips slightly as he turns to look at Essek, but Essek's eyes are already back on his own book.

------

"Anyway, it's a really good book, Essek. I think you'll like it."

"I am sure it is, but romance novels have never been my, ah, cup of tea."

Jester draws the small brush dipped in black laquer carefully across the final nail of Essek's right hand. "It's not just a romance novel, Essek. It's literature. You're missing out." She says the last part in a singsong voice as she leans back to survey her handiwork. "Are you sure you don't want me to put some little designs on them. I could make them very tasteful, you know, like some little stars or your favorite rune or something."

They are seated in front of the fireplace in Jester's room atop a make-shift bed of soft pillows and blankets. Fey cats sit among the pillows alongside them, some with tails holding aloft trays of milk, cookies, pastries, tea, and fruit, others merely there for their evening nap.

"I will likely be returning to Vurmas outpost soon, Jester. I do not want anything that will draw too much attention from the soldiers."

"Oh, alright," she says. Her tail sways slowly behind her like a disappointed shake of the head. "You do pull off the monochromatic look really well. Next time, through, we should try something different, just for fun, you know?" She gives him a bright, fanged grin.

"Yes, next time."

Essek thought, after a century of den politics, he could hide his heart from anyone (evidence shows even himself), but hiding it from Jester Lavorre is another matter entirely. She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously.

"There is going to be a next time, Essek. You're so smart -- I'm sure you can figure out a solution for anything. So there is going to be a next time, alright, Essek? Promise me."

"Jester--"

"Promise!" She holds her pinkie finger out toward him imperiously. The logical part of Essek's mind whirs with explanations, caveats, problems, but Jester is looking at him with such determination, such faith.

Slowly, carefully, he loops his pinkie around hers.

"I promise."

-----

Essek observes, a little wryly, that it promises to be another beautiful sunlit day, when a small but bright flash of light catches his eye painfully as he walks through the Grove after breakfast. He winces reflexively, and when he looks back, the glimmer is gone. Curious. He pauses, waiting, eyes carefully scanning the mist-clung leaves and gilded treetops. There is a distant rustling, a whisper of breeze, and -- there it is again! A flash and gone, but he sees the direction of its source this time.

Diverting from his usual path, he strikes off in search of it. He drifts into one of the wilder reaches of the grove, skirting mounds and headstones, overgrown with flowers of every color, shimmering with dew. Finally, the tall brush ahead of him clears and he finds...Fjord?

Fjord is lying on the damp undergrowth, the dawning sunlight glinting off the metal buckles of his armor. His limbs are thrown aside at funny angles as though he had fallen, but Essek's keen ears tell him his breathing is normal. From what Essek can tell, he is awake and uninjured.

"Fjord?"

"Mm?" One yellow eye opens to survey him coyly.

"What are you doing?"

"I have been ... grievously injured," Fjord rasps with great melodrama, his left hand moving slightly to bring Essek's attention to a wooden dowell a few inches from his knee.

The puzzle pieces fall into place.

"Ah." Essek murmurs, "This is a trap." A toothy grin spreads across the half-orc's handsome features, but Essek is already scanning his surroundings, ears straining, for any sign to give away his hunter. He does not want to make it too easy for him.

There is a rustle of leaves to his left.

He turns toward it, casting Shield with a little more flourish than is strictly necessary, and -- twang--FWUMP! He hisses as a dowell hits him hard in the back of his right shoulder. An orange cat with familiar blue eyes pops its head out of the flowers in front of him. Catleb tilts his head playfully as victorious giggles erupt from the tree branches behind Essek.

Essek looks down at his shoulder as though surveying the damage. "I am not sure a shoulder wound is instantly mortal."

"The arrows are poisoned," Fjord supplies casually.

"Ah, of course."

"And if you don't die with enough gravitas, you'll be made to do it again."

Essek suppresses a sigh and a smirk. He supposes he cannot have enough practice faking his death.

-----

"Alright, man, that's enough for right now," Beau says as she closes her notebook. "I think we both need some food and some fresh air." She rises from her seat, stretches, and claps Caleb on the shoulder as she walks by. "Let's go, dude. Don't make me come back in here for you, 'cause you know I will." And with that, she walks past the shadow, out of the Clays' kitchen, into the sunshine.

Caleb rubs his hands over his face and takes a deep breath. Eins, zwei, drei...

Constance Clay is seated to his left. She is a calm, abiding presence, listening without judgment, a witness, an anchor. Caleb gives her a nod, and she nods back, as has become their habit in ending these sessions. Finally, he rises and walks past the other witness in the room.

"Caleb," the shadow calls softly as he reaches the door.

Caleb turns back.

There is a moment of silence as the apology dies in Wulf's teeth, and Caleb is not sure if expecting no different makes it hurt more or less.

"I know," he replies. Wulf does not flinch. He never has. He never will. "I know."

He walks out into the sunshine.

----

Caleb wakes up on a warm, sunlit patch of grass. He stares at the cloudless, blue sky for a moment before his attention is drawn by the skritch-a-scratch-scratch of pencil on paper to his left.

Jester is sitting beneath a peach tree, her sketchbook propped up against her knees. When her candy-pink eyes look up to peer at him over the pages, she grins and beckons him with a single, curling finger.

Slowly, after a nice, big stretch, he ambles up and over to her and crouches down at her side. She holds her book out at arms-length, so they can both survey her work: an orange cat fast asleep on its back in the sunshine. It's curled around on itself like a doughnut, its fluffy tummy exposed, a look pure feline bliss on its face.

"I think I got your good side."

-----

"A lee-tle more to the left," Jester says, motioning for Essek to stand closer-still to Caleb. He cannot get much closer without falling into Caleb's lap (he'll thank her later). He stares at her for a long moment, floats in just a nudge, and then shares A Look with Caleb. She considers this a small match-making success.

Gardening, truth be told, is not Jester's strong suit, so she has been spending her week in the Grove doing something much more important: drawing, drawing, and drawing some more. She draws until her hand cramps, at which point she pauses to eat a pastry or two and goes back to drawing again: Caleb and Essek conversing in the shade of an apple tree; Veth chasing Luc through the flowers; Yasha returning a baby bird to its nest; Fjord and Beau sparring amidst a shower of jacaranda petals; Constance and Cornelius Clay, each with an arm around Caduceus' shoulders, resting their heads against his in turns as they drink tea; Kingsley flirting incorrigibly with Eadwulf; Eadwulf and Astrid tending, with great care and concentration, to a plant that was half struck by the Blight; Sprinkle napping among the flowers; and a hundred other little moments, until her trusty sketchbook is almost entirely out of paper. And she knows exactly how she wants to use the final piece.

Fjord, Veth, and Caleb are seated in the garden on a motley assortment of chairs from the Clays' home, with Caduceus, Beau, Yasha, Molly, and Essek standing behind.

"You know, Blueberry, there is going to be a problem with this portrait." Caleb says, and Jester frowns, considering the composition and the lighting.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not in it.” Ah, yes, that tender grin is the exact one Jester wants to capture.

"Of course she is!" Declares Veth, tilting her head left then right to regard the rest of the Nein. "Look at all these smiles!"