#only celestial harmonies forever and ever and ever

[southernfriedamy]

One reason Aziraphale loves the Earth is because he is so connected to physical human senses.

He loves to taste...

He loves to touch (especially Crowley)...

He loves to look at beautiful things (especially Crowley) ...

He loves to listen to music ...

and he has even been observed to enjoy nice smells...

Heaven has none of that.

Everything is white. There's nothing to look at.

Everything is pristine and sterile. There's nothing to touch or smell.

Angels don't consume food or drink, and the only sound available (other than the bickering of angels) is either Celestial Harmonies or The Sound of Music.

Our angel is going to be miserable.

[solkatt-arts]

We got more from what I'm calling the Intertwine-verse!

Quick facts about this verse of G4(/G5) that is unlike the canon:

- Alicorns cannot be made in this universe, therefore Celestial, Luna, Cadence, Twilight, Flurry and Luster never become full alicorns. However, by being crowned a royal by Sterling and Gold (alicorn's blessing), the pony in question will gain potent magic that amongst other things gives the pony a longer lifespan (up to 300 years extra). The magic is likely to manifest like how Sunny Starscout’s alicorn powers do.

- The lifespans of royals goes back to normal once the magic is taken away between G4 and G5. When the magic returns later on only Sunny gain the alicorn's blessing since she is the one to bring Luster's crystals back together. She is likely to be the last pony to gain the alicorn's blessing for a long time.

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Here's some Intertwineverse history

Gold Lily and Sterling were alicorns born long before Equestria’s beginnings. Similar in age but never acquainted in childhood, both were chosen to save the pony tribes from freezing to death.

Gold Lily chosen for her calm empathic and kind nature. She knew the unease of new unknowns, about being forced to face the dread but come out on top. The young alicorn had a way of easing the anxiety of change for others. How to welcome progress in a way that could only compared to the hope of a new dawn.

Sterling chosen for her reassuring but stern nature. She always put emphasis on the inevitability of a setting sun, nothing could ever last forever. That did not mean the past was no longer epochal in how it teaches us our most valuable lessons. Sterling had a way with closure and letting the past go that could only compare to the sun’s last light fading behind the horizon.

The two young alicorn first met only days before their departure to what would later become Equestria. Without yet knowing each other, they both knew their destinies were intertwined. They both felt it the moment their eyes met.

Gold and Sterling earned their god-like powers after restoring balance to the world by defeating Discord with the Elements of Harmony early in Equestria’s history. The god of chaos had made a rift so prominent that the two princesses had to learn how to manually raise the moon and sun. No longer could the day nor night make it through its natural cycle without them moving the celestial bodies.

After about 700 years of royal duties, Gold and Sterling began looking for apprentices. Someponies to take over the hardships of ruling Equestria, all this in hopes that the two of them could focus on finding a way to restore or undo what Discord’s magic had caused. Two young and promising unicorns named Celestia and Luna are chosen to train under the princesses until they are ready to take on the princesses' roles.

The unicorn sisters rule over Equestria for almost 300 years before taking on their own apprentices, Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle. Sunset Shimmer mysteriously disappears and leaves Twilight to train under Celestial and Luna on her own.

A jealous Opaline Arcana has watched Gold Lily and Sterling be the most powerful beings in Equestria for almost a thousand years. She decides she is more worthy of all that power and goes to take it all for herself. On the day Twilight Sparkle is about to meet her future friends Opaline makes her way to Ponyville where not only Celestia and Luna are, but Gold Lily and Sterling too.

With the help from the Elements of Harmony, Twilight and her friends defeat Opaline and banish her to the sun. Before being blasted away Opaline swears revenge on Twilight and her friends.

Gold Lily and Sterling leaves Equestria to search for the cure to Discord's chaos magic once again, feeling that Equestria will be safe in Twilight and her friends' hooves.

Twilight rules for a little more than 300 years before passing the throne onto Luster Dawn. (Cadence passes the throne onto Flurry Heart)

Gold Lily and Sterling manages to find an ancient draconequus artifact that restores balance to nature to the point that ponies no longer need to change the seasons, weather or day to night. Unfortunately they have to pay their immortality for the artifact. They retire to live out their last days back in their homeland.

When Opaline returns a thousand years after her banishment, she finds out that not only is Twilight long dead, but magic has disappeared too. Luster Dawn had had a moment of weakness not long before passing away in which she feared that once Opaline returns, she’ll have no one to stop her from taking everyone’s magic (and taking over Equestria). So if no one has any magic, there’s none to take. Luster separates the magic into one crystal for each of the three pony tribes. She orders her apprentices (one from each tribe) to hide the crystals away where they won’t be connected nor found.

Generations of misinformation and mistrust later, Sunny Starscout brings magic back together with her friends and Opaline is free to finally collect it. She is later defeated by Sunny and her friends.

[twilight-lavender]

"When we were getting married"

one shot

The hall was a canvas painted with the most exquisite flowers from around the world. Roses, peonies, and hydrangeas cascaded down the walls like waterfalls of petals, their scent a sweet symphony to the senses. The fairy lights, now like a constellation of stars, twinkled above, casting a celestial glow on the guests who were whispering in awe.

Sheer curtains, the color of the softest dawn, billowed gently, dancing to the silent music of the evening breeze. They framed the panoramic windows which unveiled a scene so serene, it could only be the work of nature's finest artist. The rolling hills, cloaked in emerald, dipped gracefully into the tranquil lake, its surface a mirror reflecting the ballet of the skies.

The guests, adorned in their finery, took their seats on chairs entwined with ribbons of ivy and blooms, their eyes reflecting the golden hour that bathed the world in a warm, amber light. The air was alive with anticipation, every heart beating in harmony with the quiet rustle of the leaves outside.

Taehyung stands resolute at the altar, his hands clasped in front of him, betraying a hint of nervous energy. The tailored beige suit he wears is a testament to his impeccable style, fitting him like a second skin. The white shirt underneath is pristine, its top button secured, giving him an air of formal elegance.

The soft strains of a violin fill the room, wrapping the guests in a blanket of tender emotion. Taehyung's eyes, usually a gateway to his playful soul, now reflect a depth of feeling, a mixture of excitement and the weight of the moment. His gaze is unwavering, fixed on the entrance, where any second now, Y/N will appear.

As the members of BTS stand by his side, they can't help but notice the subtle shift in their friend's demeanor. Jin: "Who would've thought? Our Tae, all grown up and stealing hearts." Suga: "Just don't trip on your way to forever, okay?" J-Hope: "Remember to breathe, Tae. In and out, just like we practiced." RM: "He's only the second most nervous person here. The first? The guy who has to follow this act." Jimin: "If you get cold feet, I'm ready to step in. Just kidding, you got this!" Jungkook: "Hyung, your hands are shaking. Need me to hold them for you?"

Taehyung, amidst the laughter and light-hearted jabs, feels a warmth in his chest, a mix of gratitude and the slightest hint of anxiety.

Taehyung: (with a soft smile) "Keep it up, guys. Your turn will come soon enough."

As he waits, a gentle smile plays on his lips, and his eyes well up with love. Every passing moment seems to be an eternity, yet he embraces the anticipation with a sense of joy. Friends and family observe Taehyung, recognizing the depth of emotion etched on his face as he eagerly awaits the moment when Y/N will step into his life forever.

The moment the doors open, a collective breath is drawn, and time seems to stand still. Y/N steps into the threshold, and the room hushes in reverence. She is the embodiment of a dream, a vision that transcends the mere beauty of the physical world.

Her gown, a masterpiece of design, flows around her like a river of moonlight. The fabric, a symphony of lace and silk,is adorned with intricate patterns that tell a story of timeless elegance. Each step she takes sends ripples through the air, the waterfall of fabric cascading behind her in a trail of pure grace.

A delicate veil rests upon her hair, a gossamer web of finery that catches the light, creating a halo around her. It trails behind her, a whisper of tradition and the promise of the future, all woven into its ethereal threads.

The venue's lights, soft and warm, seem to find their purpose in accentuating the radiant smile that graces Y/N's face. It's a smile that speaks of love and hope, a beacon that shines brighter than any jewel. Her eyes, alight with happiness, scan the room until they find Taehyung's, and in that gaze, a silent vow is made, more powerful than any words could ever be.

As she glides down the aisle, every step is a note in the melody of the wedding march, her presence a chorus of beauty and joy. The guests are captivated, lost in the moment that will be etched in their memories forever, a tale of love that they will recount for years to come.

As Y/N makes her entrance, a hush falls over the crowd, but for Taehyung, the world narrows down to the vision of her walking towards him. His heart, a steady drumbeat in his chest, seems to sync with each step she takes. The emotions welling up inside him are a tempest, a whirlwind of love, awe, and a touch of vulnerability.

Taehyung's eyes, always a window to his soul, shimmer with unshed tears, the joy of the moment crystallizing in their depths. He watches her, this woman who has become his everything, and feels the gravity of their journey together, the paths they've walked to reach this singular point in time.

"Y/N," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the music, "you are the most beautiful dream I never want to wake up from."

The corners of his eyes glisten, the tears held back by sheer will, not out of fear of showing emotion, but from the overwhelming desire to keep his gaze clear, to not miss a single detail of her approach.

Jimin, standing beside him, leans in and murmurs, "She's breathtaking, isn't she?"

Taehyung nods, his throat tight with emotion. "She's the melody to every song I've ever wanted to sing," he replies, his voice thick.

And as Y/N draws closer, the space between them charged with the electricity of their love, Taehyung reaches out a hand, a silent invitation to join him in the dance of their lives.

"Come, let's write our forever," he says, the promise in his eyes more eloquent than any vow spoken aloud.

Y/N takes his hand, her smile a mirror of his own heart, and in that touch, they speak a language only they understand, a language of hearts entwined, of souls united under the banner of love.

In the midst of the enchanting setting, Taehyung and Y/N stood facing each other, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights and the sweet scent of flowers. The air was filled with anticipation as they prepared to exchange vows, expressing their deepest feelings for one another.

Taehyung's Vow:

"Y/N," Taehyung's voice resonated with a depth of emotion that the very walls of the hall seemed to absorb and echo back. "The day you entered my life, the universe shifted, painting my world in vibrant hues of love and joy. Now, as we stand here, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, I offer you my solemn vow."

He took a gentle breath, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. "I vow to cherish you, to hold your heart with the tenderest care, and to support you in every endeavor. You are my confidant, the keeper of my secrets, my partner in every burst of laughter that fills our days, and my comfort in the quiet moments of reflection."

His hand reached for hers, a physical manifestation of his words. "With you, life is an endless canvas, each day a stroke of color in the masterpiece we are creating together. I promise to walk beside you on this adventure, to build a tapestry of memories so beautiful, so vivid, that even time itself will pause to admire its splendor."

"As we embark on this journey, hand in hand, heart in heart, I look forward to the lifetime ahead of us, a lifetime of discovering new horizons and cherishing each precious moment. With you, Y/N, every day is a gift, and I am eternally grateful for the love we share." Y/N, her eyes shining with emotion, responded, Y/N's Vow:

"Taehyung," Y/N began, her voice a soft echo in the grandeur of the hall, her eyes glistening like stars in the twilight of their special day. "You are the melody that has given rhythm to the song of my heart. As we stand here, enveloped in the beauty of this moment, I pledge to be by your side through every season that life brings our way."

Her hands found his, a tangible promise in their gentle clasp. "I vow to be your steadfast companion in every burst of joy, your unwavering comfort in the face of challenges, and your devoted partner in the creation of a future rich with love."

A smile, radiant and full of hope, spread across her face. "With you, Taehyung, I have discovered the true essence of home. It is not a place, but a journey with you, a journey where we will grow together, learn together, and evolve as one."

"Today, as we stand on the threshold of forever, I look forward with eager anticipation to a lifetime of shared dreams, a lifetime where each day is a new chapter in our endless story of love." As they exchanged these heartfelt promises, the room seemed to hold its breath, embracing the profound connection between Taehyung and Y/N. The vows were not just words; they were a testament to the depth of their love, resonating with everyone present in the ethereal atmosphere. The soft music played like a gentle melody, underscoring the beauty of this moment where two souls pledged their love and commitment to each other amidst the cascading flowers, fairy lights, and the warmth of their shared dreams.

The world seemed to hold its breath as Taehyung leaned in, the distance between him and Y/N diminishing with each heartbeat. The room, wrapped in a gentle hush, was thick with anticipation, every eye fixed on the couple, every heart sharing in the silent crescendo of the moment.

Their eyes closed, and as they inched closer, drawn by the invisible force of their love, the air around them seemed to shimmer with the promise of their union. The guests leaned forward, captivated by the intimacy of the moment, the very essence of romance hanging delicately in the balance.

And then, just as their lips were a mere whisper apart, a jarring blare of alarms sliced through the serenity, a stark, discordant note that shattered the dreamlike veil. The room erupted into a chaos of sound, the spell of the ceremony broken as heads turned in confusion.

Taehyung's eyes snapped open, his expression a mix of concern and surprise. The tender moment lost, replaced by a rush of adrenaline as he instinctively reached out to protect Y/N, drawing her close.

"What's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled, her words barely audible over the cacophony of alarms.

"We'll find out, just stay close," Taehyung assured her, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that now clouded the once perfect day.

As the reality of the situation set in, the guests rose from their seats, a murmur of concern spreading through the crowd. The fairy tale scene had taken an unexpected turn, and now, all awaited the unfolding of events with bated breath.

In an instant, the serenity shattered, the sound of alarms slicing through the dream like a knife through silk. Taehyung and Y/N, their moment of unity interrupted, turned in shock as the idyllic world around them began to crumble.

The alarms grew louder, more insistent, a stark reminder that reality was calling. The guests, once statuesque in their admiration, now moved in a blur, their forms dissolving into the ether of Y/N's mind.

With a start, Y/N's eyes snapped open, the tranquility of her room a stark contrast to the chaos of her dream. The wedding, the vows, the kiss that almost was—all of it had been a figment of her vivid imagination. The alarms, now identified as the mundane beeping of her alarm clock, continued their relentless call.

For a moment, Y/N lay still, her heart still racing from the dream's intensity. The images, so clear and so beautiful, lingered in her mind's eye, a tapestry of what could be. A smile, small but genuine, curved her lips as she pondered the whimsical nature of her subconscious.

And there, in the quiet of her room, Y/N allowed herself one last fleeting thought of the dream. Taehyung, her heart's chosen companion in a world spun from the threads of dreams, remained a sweet echo in the silence of the morning.

As she silenced the alarm, the smile remained, a secret shared between her and the breaking dawn. The dream was over, but the day was new—a blank page on which to write her own story, perhaps one day as enchanting as the dream itself.

Author’s Note:

Hello Readers,

I wanted to share a little story with you, one that came to me in a dream. It was so vivid and beautiful that I felt the need to write it down and Keep as memory.

I apologize if at any point the story doesn’t quite capture the magic I experienced. Dreams have a way of being grander and more vivid than any reality we can construct. But if you find even a fraction of the joy in reading it that I found in dreaming it, then I consider my mission accomplished.

Thank you for taking the time to delve into this narrative, for walking with me through the landscapes of my mind, and for allowing me to share something so personal. Your engagement with my words is the greatest gift a writer could ask for.

Thank you!

[avaleigh16]

In the vastness of the galaxy, where stars sparkled like diamonds and celestial wonders beyond comprehension existed, a being named YN emerged as the most powerful woman in all known realms. YN was a remarkable hybrid, an extraordinary blend of Yautja and a human-like species blessed with magnified physical prowess, immense strength, and unparalleled beauty.

Every being in the cosmos whispered her name in hushed reverence, for YN possessed not only incredible strength but also the potential to unite the divided species under one harmonious reign. She was destined to be the future monarch of the Yautja, a responsibility as weighty as her cosmic powers.

As YN navigated the expanse of her extraordinary existence, she unexpectedly found herself entwined in a romantic courtship with a prominent and mighty male Yautja. His stature towered above all, his presence oozed strength and prowess. He was formidable, the epitome of Yautja might. Yet, YN carried within her the child of another male Yautja, a secret that weighed heavily on her heart.

Guiding her steps, YN's wise and protective father and grandparents stood as her unwavering support system. They were Yautja of formidable reputation, respected elders vested with indomitable knowledge and uncompromising loyalty. YN's grandmother, a Yautja with an inherent strictness, possessed wisdom forged through countless cycles of life.

When news of YN's courtship reached her grandmother's ears, she summoned the male Yautja to a secluded chamber deep within the Yautja homeworld. There, age-old traditions and the strength of spirit converged.

The male Yautja stepped into the chamber, his presence commanding yet respectful. He bore the weight of his species' admiration but understood he must face the scrutiny of YN's vigilant grandmother.

"Sit, warrior," the elder Yautja spoke with a voice laden with authority. Her eyes measured the male's every move, assessing his worthiness to court her cherished granddaughter.

The male Yautja, aware of the gravity of the situation, maintained a respectful posture, embodying the strength and honor befitting his kind. With careful words, he conveyed his love for YN and his commitment to protect her and the child she bore, accepting the responsibilities that would come with their union.

Caught between pride and concern, YN's grandmother listened intently. She scrutinized the male Yautja's every word, gaze digging deep into his essence to gauge his resilience and his recognition of YN's immense power and potential. And in this quiet moment, the male Yautja bared his soul, revealing his unwavering devotion and unyielding loyalty.

As the conversation unfolded, layers peeled away, and the warriors found common ground. The grandmother, though strict and unyielding, acknowledged the strength of this male Yautja's character and loved ones. She recognized his commitment to stand by YN's side, protecting not just her, but their lineage, their legacy. In time, she granted her approval, acknowledging the undeniable strength and bond forged between them.

Days turned into cycles, and YN, carrying the child of the male Yautja, navigated her extraordinary gifts and impending destiny with grace and purpose. Together, they stood as a symbol of unity—a yin and yang, blending their strength and power to champion justice and honor among the stars.

In the annals of cosmic history, YN's legacy would endure. As the most potent force ever to grace the galaxy, she wielded her powers to protect and guide her people while cherishing the love of her devoted partner. Their union became a beacon of hope and harmony, uniting the Yautja and every species that basked in the effulgence of their reign.

And thus, with unwavering love, unbreakable bonds, and unparalleled cosmic abilities, YN embraced her destiny. Standing tall as the beloved and cherished monarch of a united galaxy, she became the embodiment of strength, compassion, and limitless power—forever enshrined as the epitome of greatness in the annals of the cosmos.

[flordeamatista]

Infinity

pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

concept: He is my soul, my other half, my lover, and a source of light in my life. He is everything to me.

word count: 800

warnings: poetic fluff with Bucky, soft kisses, nicknames- Zvezdochka = Star in Russian 

a/n: A old wip dating back to January from a conversation with @jobean12-blog and was meant to come alive for @fluffyprettykitty 1k Writing Challenge since I had stargazing.

Congratulations on reaching this milestone. You are such a gift to this website with your beautiful heart and talent.

Masterlist

I am captivated by the twinkle of stars in your eyes.

The night sky turned pitch black and the stars glowed like diamonds, their sparkle light champagne against the dark color. The trees were illuminated by the roar of the fire, cast a warm golden-orange glow that served as a shield against the stinging wind.

Holding hands, you cuddled up under a gray blanket and listened to the night sounds while you watched the stars. In harmony with the dancing flames, a million bugs were chirping and the fire gave the branches a rhythmic beating. In the night sky, you two were alone.

 As you try to visualize what he is writing to you, you can almost feel his breath on the words as he stamps those words back with kisses on his lips. You do not mind, because his lips are also enjoying placing light butterfly kisses across your bare flesh as he traced his fingers over your body. Whenever he touches you, you are his.

It was your body that stole all his words. 

When you first caught a glimpse of his mouth, you felt an immediate desire to kiss him. Your desire for him was sparked by the feel of his skin. You were enchanted by his voice the minute you had heard it for the first time. The dazzling blue eyes of this man immediately caught your attention.

You risked opening up your life to Bucky, and he rewarded you by pouring his heart and soul into you. You want to be in his constant devotion because of how he makes you feel.

 He feels the warmth of your soft body against him, as his lips brush ever so gently across yours, and whispers that he desires you, how gorgeous you are, and how wonderful every movement of your beautiful body makes him look in the starlight, especially when caressing him. 

 You can only imagine how much affection he has in store for you. a wide grin breaks out across your face.

"Zvezdochka , why are you smiling? What could be so funny? " He looks at you with bright blue eyes as he kisses the rest of the words off of your skin..

In your eyes, you see my kisses, and I see them in my heart.

"I was imagining a galaxy full of love for you." He likes your witty remarks because he finds it hilarious when you think up ridiculous analogies to match the similes that you employ.

 Being in Bucky's company has been the single most joyful experience of your life. He is always open to hearing about your wackiest daydreams.

"Zvezdochka , you are the. brightest. star. in. my. sky," He showers you with passionate kisses all over your body as he speaks each syllable. 

He kisses you softly down your neck, gently caressing your lovely mouth with his tongue, moving back over your face and back to your neck, tenderly nipping the lobes of your ears, hinting at how much he wants to devour all of you. When his tongue touches yours, it's like the embers of a playful fire sparking and flaring.

You lean into him, eager for him to embrace you, desperate for you to feel loved and protected. Your body is hurting with the desire to be held, and you lean into him to satisfy that urge. 

 He takes your heart and plays it like a violin; he is the center of your world; he touches your body with beauty; he whispers love songs into your ear; he plays it like a violin. 

But stay strong so that this amazing time of feeling each other's deep love can last forever. He cherishes you and treats you like a celestial treasure. 

When he touches you, even for a second, you feel like a shining star. He kisses your skin, you float through the air like a constellation. When he embraces you, it's as if the universe itself is enfolding you in its arms.

He is my soul, my other half, my lover, and a source of light in my life. He is everything to me.

[hopelessromwriter]

Dancing In The Starlight

Azriel x reader

Warnings: none

The night was alive with a luminescent glow, the sky adorned with a tapestry of stars that seemed to dance and twinkle in celebration of an extraordinary meeting.

Among them, Azriel, the shadowy warrior from the Night Court, found himself drawn to a mysterious figure that had captured his attention like no other.

As the moonlight cast its ethereal glow upon the secluded glade, Azriel spotted a lone figure standing in the center, surrounded by an aura of mystique.

The figure seemed to emanate an enigmatic energy, and Azriel's curiosity piqued, drawing him closer with each step.

It was you, an unassuming mortal, caught in a reverie of stardust and moonbeams.

Azriel observed as you spun gracefully, your laughter ringing through the night like a sweet melody. Your soulful eyes sparkled like the stars above, and Azriel found himself entranced by your every move.

Unable to resist the allure of your presence, Azriel stepped forward, his wings of shadows casting a dark and protective embrace around you. His powerful, silent presence did not startle you, but rather, it seemed to intensify the magic of the moment.

"Who are you?" you whispered softly, a glimmer of recognition in your eyes as if you had been expecting him.

Azriel remained wordless, his gaze searching for the right response in the depths of your soul.

He found that your soul was unlike any he had encountered before, a kaleidoscope of emotions and experiences that stirred something deep within him.

Instead of answering, Azriel extended a hand, offering to share a dance under the celestial canopy.

Without hesitation, you placed your hand in his, and the two of you began to sway in harmony with the night breeze.

Time seemed to stand still as you danced, your heartbeats echoing in rhythm.

The barriers that separated your worlds dissolved, leaving only the connection between your souls.

Each step, each touch, felt like a revelation, as if the universe had conspired to bring you both together.

In the silence of the night, you dared to ask him about the secrets he held, the shadows that clung to him like a cloak.

And in return, Azriel shared fragments of his past, his pain, and the battles he had fought for the Night Court.

Despite the darkness he carried within, you sensed the glimmer of hope and compassion within Azriel, a side of him that few had ever glimpsed. It was a fragile vulnerability he entrusted you with, and you vowed to cherish it as a precious gift.

As the night wore on, the dance became a timeless expression of connection and understanding.

With each twirl and spin, you felt as though you were unraveling the complexities of your own heart, exposing your deepest desires and fears to this captivating fae warrior.

With the first light of dawn peeking over the horizon, the dance came to an end.

You gazed into Azriel's eyes, feeling a bittersweet ache that this enchanted moment would soon become a cherished memory.

"Will we meet again?" you asked, your voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

Azriel smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "The stars have a way of guiding us to where we belong," he replied. "If it's meant to be, we'll find each other again."

With that, Azriel disappeared into the shadows, leaving you standing in the glade, your heart a swirling mix of emotions.

As you watched him go, you knew that this fleeting encounter had forever changed the trajectory of your life.

And so, you kept your gaze fixed on the stars, knowing that somewhere out there, a shadowy warrior named Azriel was doing the same.

The memory of your dance in the starlight remained imprinted in both your hearts, a reminder of the rare and extraordinary connection that could transcend the boundaries of worlds and time.

[pieground]

RESURFACES

It's very clear you and Simeon love each other. A memory resurfaces in Lucifer.

➛ angst, little fluff

➛ takes place after mc (you) returns to the og timeline

The room is loud with cheers and laughter as you make your way to him with avid interest. There was a big smile on your face, eyes shining with enthusiasm, brighter than all the lights combined inside this room; looking lovelier than you've ever been. How can you not? You spent months trying to return to this timeline. Desperate to get back what you lost and do things better… do things you wanted to do but didn't.

It's been a few days since you came home and Diavolo insisted that a welcome party should be done for you and Solomon.

Everybody is eager to have a moment with you, occupying every second of your time—to which, you find yourself laughing. And then the doors cracked open silently, revealing the person you have been waiting all night for.

"Simeon." You uttered under your breath and bit your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling only to fail. Simeon too has a beautiful smile etched on his lips, feet making their way towards you and halfway, his arms stretched. Not to prepare himself for a hug, but to reach you for it. And when you're at his reach, he wastes no time lifting you up in the air. His strength took you by surprise and when he started twirling you around, the two of you couldn't help but be filled with merry laughter that only halted when Simeon closed the distance between you and buried his face onto your shoulder.

"I was so worried." He spoke, voice slightly hoarse. "I thought I'm gonna lose you forever."

On the other side of the room, Lucifer drank silently. Eyes following yours and Simeon's movements, not missing the way your eyes widen in delight with something he said or the way you both held each other like it's the most natural thing. Lucifer didn't like it one bit. Not just because of jealousy, no. He's fine if you're happy with someone else, but he didn't expect that someone to be Simeon; his former brother, an angel who's way too tied up with the realm they once called home.

Sure, it's different this time with all the efforts being made to have that harmony between the three realms but what happened during the Great Celestial War remains a truth that is undeniable. Lucifer knew that you knew that, Simeon does as too— oh, so well. Lilith's death, the war, punishments, betrayal… all rooted from love. That twisted love his father made him believe that is all so great and good.

And he'll be damned to let that happen again.

His gloved hand tightened against his glass, gulping the red liquor down his throat, feeling that slight burn along the bitter aftertaste.

He needs to talk to Simeon. Now.

Solomon should talk to you too.

Leaving the empty glass in the bar, Lucifer stood up to approach the said angel only for a hand to sit him back down.

"Leave them be." Mammon squeezed the elder's shoulder, taking the seat beside him and pouring himself a glass. "At least for now... They just came back. Let's not make them feel like regretting ever coming back to us."

"Mammon." Lucifer called, not to threaten his brother but rather out of shock. He knew too well that out of all of his brothers, Mammon should be the one seething and desperate for you. But this Mammon was different, he was selfless. Too selfless for the avatar of greed.

But hasn't he always been this way?

Maybe not and Lucifer may not admit outright but he does respect the younger, so much… so much his heart hurt for him and you right now.

"Don't look at me like that, where's that cocky arrogant face of yours?" Mammon commented, for all the nonchalance he was trying to show, both demons can hear the sorrow in his voice. Needless to say, none of them pointed it out. After all, it's natural to seek of normalcy when everything is falling down.

"Pour some of that." He uttered. The younger complied right away, filling his glass halfway. His hand then went to twirl the red liquid, "I need to have a talk with Simeon… I can't let this happen, not when he's this strongly tied with the Celestial Realm. Diavo– " he cut himself, not wanting to sound like he was before, "Not like this when we're so close to attaining peace, we can't afford to."

"Is that really your reason, Lucifer?" Mammon questioned, leaning back to his seat and looking at the elder's face who held such a taut expression and watched it twisted into sorrow. "It won't kill us to be a little bit more honest, Lucifer. And didn't we promise before? Family problems need to be solved as a family."

"Only if you act responsibly all the time." He sighed, taking a swig of his drink and dropping his gaze to the wooden bar before shutting them tightly. "I'm scared he'll take them away from us the same way he did with Lilith… and all the chaos after that, if that happens, I'm afraid there will be nothing left for us."

This time, it was Mammon's turn to take a swig. Processing what Lucifer has confessed. In fact, he knew it already. After all, he knew him the best. Still, it was different hearing his older brother say it out loud, his own fear. There, the two of them sat in silence and in silence, his eyes naturally went to your figure.

There you are, happy in Simeon and Luke's company. He bit his tongue and tasted iron mixed with the bitterness of liquor. Much as it hurts him to admit, the three of you almost looked like a family. Something that he's been wishing to have with you for a long time. Alas, he thinks that a loser is forever a loser. It's just that this loss will never leave his mind ever.

"If it happens." Mammon repeated the elder's words. "It may sound stupid to you, but hear me, okay?" He faced him once again. "If that happens, I'll do everything to protect MC. I know the others will, too, without a doubt. And you should too… and protect their happiness too."

Lucifer let the younger's words sink in.

So he wanted to do things better this time… He wanted me to do things better this time.

"I don't want this, Lucifer." Another voice joined the two. None of them needed to look to see who it was. The voice is laced with deadly envy. Of course, Levi should be the one feeling most negatively of this, it's his sin.

"None of us do, buddy." Mammon uttered with a weak grin, nodding to him to take the seat beside Lucifer. "Now, you can't drink demonus because you start crying like a baby, and none of us want to deal with that right now, but there's grape juice in front of you."

"No, let him drink." Lucifer spoke, taking the two all of the sudden. A devious grin marked on his face and they could only gulp in fear. "Let him drink to his heart's content then let Simeon deal with him."

"You know what, if it is MC you're going to let take care of him, we're gonna have a problem." Mammon finished his glass before his eyes flashed with malice. "But since it's Simeon, Levi you should drink all these from the bottle." He shoved three bottles of alcohol towards the avatar of envy.

"I-I don't think I can finish this all!!" He gesticulated wildly in front of them, standing up from his seat to escape but same as Lucifer earlier, two hands sat him back in his seat.

"Drink all of that, Leviathan. I'm sure Simeon will appreciate it if I make him some good ol' meal once he gets tired of taking care of you." Solomon spoke merrily, eyes disappearing as he smiled menacingly.

"This won't end well." Levi uttered bleakly but everybody saw the way his eyes shone with confidence, as eager as the people around him.

Lucifer smiled to himself. At least, for now, they'll let Simeon know that they're pissed. Surely, you won't hate them for it right? Once more, Lucifer's gaze was drawn to you and Simeon. He sighs with resolve.

"Just make sure you are worth it, dear brother."

[felix-likes-to-write]

fluffy sweet old gay anderperry (maybe with their kids having to take care of them)

Thank you so much dear anon :) Sorry I just got out writers block but enjoy.

The sun rose above the horizon, greeting the dawn once more. Fiery clouds drifted along the sky, covering the blue with its orange and red blazing flames, devouring it completely.

The birds woke from their slumber, the sleepy spell lifting them as they began to chirp their celestial harmonies once more, singing songs of welcome to the youthful hour.

Todd sighed as he sat on the porch looking over the landscape like some guardian god, as if he was the protector of the peace him and Neil has built. Nay though, not to say he wasn't going to protect it with all his will and the little strength he had yet to give.

The crisp morning wind blowing at his aging cheeks. He shivered. He was never this cold when he was in his youth. Then again. He was not youthful anymore. As much as hates to admit.

He grumbled and decided he was not bothered to go get something warmer, so he shuffled deeper into his jumper and hoped for the best.

He shuffled more comfortably and stared out into the open sky and watched as the once blazing fire slowly subsided into nothing but the azure blue it always was.

His eyes started closing again. It was so peaceful. Nothing but the wind, the cheerful chirps of birds and the soft heaven that unfolded infront of him.

The door creaked ajar.

"Ahh!"

Todd jumped out of his tired daze and turned to scowled sharply at the noise, but his scornful scowl soon alayed when he realised what had caused the creak.

"Todd there you are!"

It was Neil. Already grinning at six in the morning. The man can run on giggles and jokes and nothing else and still be as energetic as ever.

Todd smiled. His smile lines had gotten more deeper these past few days, but maybe that was good. A physical sign he was finally getting happier.

"I am here, and thou forever be, for my love, I am like a bird, without my flight I am nothing of a bird, I may have wings but what use are they if they don't fly,"

Neil chuckled softly.

"Is that a new poem, Walt Whitman?"

Todd nodded.

Neil sat beside Todd, wrapping his arms tightly around him. As if Todd was the only grounded pillar in the world. Neil looked up at him .

"Am I your flight then?"

His voice was anything but a mere whisper, a timid one, unlike Neil at all.

"More than that." Todd said in a tone that sounded as much in love as there youthful days.

Neil eyes crinkled as he smiled that same smile Todd fell in love with. Gosh, if one thing was timeless it was his smile.

They both looked over at the horizon, until another creak came from the door. This time Todd didn't scowl, instead smiled knowing who it was and wrapped closer into Neil.

"Dad! Pops! You shouldn't be out here it's cold!" Scolded the voice of a young person, around their early 30s.

Neil looked over. It was none other than their daughter.

"We'll be fine Rose, never mind us! We're just getting our vitamin D! Wasn't that what the doctor said?" Neil said in a playful tone.

Their daughter huffed but joined them anyway. Todd scooted along leaving room for their child.

It was peaceful once more. No more creaks. Just the three of them. Peaceful at last. Looking over at the heaven put on show in front of them.

Although, it was clear to Todd, there was no other heaven like this.

[hocooart]

It's the end of February and therefore I am done with the Funguary Challenge of 2024 that's hosted by @feefal.

If you're interested in more content about my mushsonas, head over to my instagram: @hocooart.

Music: Remix of "Kingdom Dance" (from the movie Tangled) by Alan Menken

See all the mushsonas in detail and their stories under the cut ↓↓

Week 1: Celestial

Angel Wing

This freckled Mushsona has always been, is and will forever be God's right hand. She knows what's right and wrong (or at least what the scripture says is) and acts accordingly.

Week 2: Demonic

Satan's Bolete

This little Trickster thrives in mischief. With their horns, devilish wings, tail and sadistic tendencies, their place to be is right next to their master - the devil himself. They'll make everyone's life a living hell (and worse) if you cross them.

Destroying Angel

Once one of God's right hands, this little fighter now has another preoccupation. She'd wanted to fight, wanted change - and questioned the rules her master gave her. That's what made her sisters exile her. Now a fallen angel, she seeks to fight against the unmoral rules of heaven alongside her demonic partners.

Week 3: Edible

Amethyst Deceiver

She is a dancer with all her heart and soul. She lost her leg in an accident when she was still a little mushroom. But nothing could ever stop her from doing what she was born to do.

Week 4: Cryptic

Dewdrop Bonnet

She was the guardian of stars and tides, keeping everything in harmony. She would only stop when the world itself ended or the moon drifted too far off and left her without hope.

False Blusher

Just as her sister, she, too, guarded life itself. She kept all the creatures and happenings on Earth alive and nourished. And she would take care of all the things that needed her, as long as the world kept turning.

[celestialholz]

ok you already know what TF is going on!!!!

tm 45 venoshock (evil). tm 146 grass pledge (gay). tm 95 leech life (divorce snail). tm 156 outrage (eviler). tm 115 dragon pulse (because if nobody else does it i will).....tm100 dragon dance (🥰). do not feel obligated to do them all these are just a compilation of the concepts we talked abt

Oh Austro, darling. I'm about to murder you in cold blood. ;) A tale in three parts for you, my good pal. The last one of these three was also requested by dear @xfriki26, and the other two here will be under a read more to respect space. Cross-posted to AO3 here as chapters five, six and seven respectively, welcome to a miniature saga of just about every genre going, which we shall begin with by killing y'all stone dead with:

TM115: Dragon Pulse

Beep.

Beep.

Brassius thinks he may be going mad. He’d thought that a multitude of times during his ice-cold, static darkness, but this is a different form of insanity: a hammering, a fractured, desolate, desperate despair.

Beep.

Beep.

He wants the beeping to shut up almost as deeply as he cherishes its rhythm, its sheer brilliance. He could wax artistic lyrical on how fervently he cherishes the machine that affixes his sun to its true orbit at his side, paint it in the yellows and oranges of joy and the purple of dragons for its remarkable cleverness – wide, tender brush-strokes, gentle gratitude poured into every trembling sweep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

How ironic, he muses darkly, that Hassel’s heart should be the thing to fail – that loyal, stalwart, core of sunshine, that is so achingly full of acceptance and understanding and vibrance, that had dragged his beloved back from the depths of the shadows.

Between them, now, they can barely make a decently functioning pulmonary system. The breath of life, the heart of the matter – both irreparably scarred, merely patched over with bandages and craft glue and hope and the most blinding, frantic adoration. They’ve operated upon his love, as though he is a mere tapestry, sown and stitched and patched -

Hassel is not meant to be fixed. He should never be broken in the first place. He’d thought they understood one another very well, after fifteen years together. You stand tall, querido; I fall, me. Not you. Never, ever you, because how am I supposed to -

He chokes back a panicked breath, squeezes dull, greyed eyes closed. He doesn’t have contingency for this – he was never supposed to make any. This isn’t his role. And perhaps that makes him the world’s most selfish bastard, perhaps he’s awful and leech-like and unworthy of such light, but perhaps he’s also saved because he would swap them, swap them every single damn time – you already have my lungs, take my wretched heart as well, it’s better than watching this –

Beep.

Beep.

… He hasn’t even gotten around to asking him to marry him, after all this time. They’d had forever - what was the rush? The gap in Hassel’s family is glaring, he doesn’t want to invoke painful memories of people who would never wish to attend, and they are husbands in all but name nevertheless, promise rings long since sculptured from crystals and worn against their hearts anyway.

He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected the chance to be possibly lost for all time -

Beep.

Beep.

Gods, how the hell does he deal with this every time it happens in reverse? How many hours has his world watched his own slowly fade away?

“It doesn’t matter,” Hassel had told him once, tears glistening in warm, adoring eyes. “It simply doesn’t matter. You are worth every moment of the agony, darling. You coming back each time is the only thing that counts.”

He tries, physically shaking, to hold such sentiments against his core, because his dragon’s always been entirely right. He is damaged goods too, now – he can empathise, now. And later, when muted sun meets frosty moon once again, all will be harmonious in the celestial sphere. The stars do not lament; they celebrate a joyous reunion, the return of gravity to a uncertain universe, an essential dual orbit.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

His role, flipped, is now to support – to shine himself, to endure, to treasure a recovery Hassel will make. You will make it. I need you. Always have done. And I will look after you, smotheringly, achingly. Oh, you’ll hate it, even though I will see the smile in your beautiful gaze and understand that you love it.

He breathes a quivering laugh, stumbling across his own tongue.

… Well, it is night-time. It’s his shift anyway.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

He clings to his sunshine’s hand as though it’s all that tethers him to the earth, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Come back to me,” he pleads, infinitely soft. “Come back and be my husband, won’t you dearest?”

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

TM146: Grass Pledge

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

“… Br…”

Brassius snaps awake from a light doze on their fifth night in the hospital, as though bidden by hope alone, to find a weak Hassel staring straight at him. Sunlight stabs at his frozen heart, piercing its outer shell instantly, and he breaks, fragments of ice shattering down around him.

“D-dear,” he whispers, heat pooling immediately in his gaze. “You’re here, you’re back -”

“Mm,” his beloved murmurs, coughing softly. “Just… just about…”

Water is poured by trembling hands, held to lips, tipped up ever so gently even as Hassel blurs before him, rendered briefly invisible by tears and heat and relief and gods, thank you -

"Br..." Hassel clears a now lubricated throat, and Brassius immediately meets his gaze - sunshine swathed by shadows, the darker moments before sunrise. As deeply grateful as he is to see the light, he curses its lack of luminence.

"Yes, my love?"

"... You okay?" He coughs again, and despite the sun's dimness, his concern is clear as day. "You... are too pale."

Brassius stares at him for a second, aghast, before dissolving spontaneously into tearful laughter, exasperation and absolute joy, and he's trembling, and dear heavens, why would it matter what he looks like -

"The sun came back out," he tells him eventually, as a weak hand clings to his as tight as it can, as he's watched with soft worry. "I'd been beginning to think it would never stop raining. I'll... I'll be fine, now."

"Good," Hassel murmurs, reassured; even as his eyes droop closed once more, and a thread of anxiety rushes back up his lover's spine, a gentle thumb runs against his in silent promise. Alright, now. "Wouldn't do... for us both to be old and broken, d-darling."

"You are no such thing," Brassius protests immediately, heart rebelling against the mere thought. "Look at you, querido. Sunshine incarnate."

Hassel murmurs a small laugh, cherishing the water that he's once more offered.

"Funny, you say that," he whispers after a further drink, a wonder held in his gaze. "I only... see one source of light, here."

Even as he's tenderly kissed, even after he drifts back off to much-needed rest, inspiration strikes his beloved, a sparkling of genius.

Oh, you clever, wonderful, miracle of a man. You conductor of moonlight. Where the sun meets the moon...

He makes plans, as he falls asleep himself: gentle, loving, delightful schemes, tears slipping beneath closed lids as he nods off.

/////////////

He prepares quietly, when they get home; sets the stage as Hassel recovers, buys the equipment, purchases the perfect jewellery, bides his time. Doting on his beloved is by far the more pressing matter, and thus it takes him weeks, but eventually...

They finish a homemade casserole lovingly prepared, just as day begins to shift; just as it begins to turn to night, he asks his beloved to head outside with him, into the garden that overlooks the shimmering beauty of the East Paldean Sea.

"My dear, where on earth are we g -"

Hassel stops instantly at the sight before him; at the ring boxes, at the arch strung over with vines and lights, at the strands of green and purple cord that sit between it all, tearful eyes slowly drawing to his nervous partner's.

"Is that...?" he swallows a sob, utterly rapt.

"It is," Brassius confirms, eyes scanning him, gauging his thoughts, reading softly a man he knows the soul of better than his own. "Should you wish it to be, anyway -"

He gets no further for a long minute, damp kisses pressed to his lips, over and over.

"'Should I wish it,'" he repeats, laughing shakily in disbelief. "And at dusk, no less. Where the sun meets the moon, you brilliant, brilliant individual."

Brassius chuckles, similarly breaking. "You'll forgive me my poetry, I'm sure."

"I will forgive you anything, my darling." He chokes down tears, conscious of time, conscious of his lover's artistic vision. He can cry later, and he will - oh, he will. He doubts he'll stop for hours.

"So, you will, then -"

"Yes, I will," Hassel tells him clearly, fondly, adoringly, trembling hand coming to a precious, flushed cheek. "Arceus himself could drag neither of us away, despite his best efforts."

They marry, as the warmth of ambient sunset glazes over them; hands wrapped in cord of alternate colours, the draconic for the biological and vice versa; they whisper nonsense vows, straight from their cores, babbled and pure and perfect; they adopt glistening emeralds or dazzling violets as the moon takes reign, and there are tears enough to proclaim the sea that spectates them flooded.

"Why now?" Hassel asks his husband afterwards, tears still glistening in his eyes, his forehead gently pressed upon his beloved's. "All these years..."

"I thought we had forever," Brassius tells him simply, voice thoroughly raspy by this point, clinging tightly to him, as though he might fall to his doom should he ever let go.

"We do, my love," comes the replying whisper, the utter certainty. "I'm sorry, for frightening you so deeply..."

Brassius sobs into him, believing him with his whole heart, and shakes his head.

"You were worth every moment of the agony, dearest," he promises him truthfully, burying himself into soft folds of fabric, and the softest man of all.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

TM100: Dragon Dance

It’s difficult to practice for a celebration, when one’s heart or lungs have had their cracks filled in as though via liquid sunshine; an astral kintsugiri leaves one less willing than they might have been to put their beloved through physical stress.

“Well,” Hassel notes tiredly as they take seats together, “come the moment, darling husband, we could just vibe with it.”

Brassius glances at him, bewilderment strewn through his grey gaze.

“You know, as in do our collective best, dependent on our emotions at the time?” Hassel’s expression creases in thought. “I think that’s what my students mean by it, anyway…”

The pair burst into soft laughter, hands automatically finding one another’s and gripping on tight.

“Everything will be wonderful, querido,” Brassius whispers, “because you will be there, and I will be right there with you.”

Hassel takes a gentle breath, and melts into his side, stinging eyes closing as he smiles warmly.

“Indeed,” he murmurs, content. “That’s all I’ve ever needed.”

“And I.”

Hassel kisses him, swallowing his tremulous voice, assuaging his lingering anxiety.

/////////

It is beautiful if mad, their celebratory dance. They don’t say vows – they already have, the words for them and them alone, sparkling in the intimacy of the dusk. They simply host a small gathering, fairy lights strung up across their whole garden now, Grass types mingling between fauna, guests somewhere between buffet tables, wine refills and comfortable garden furniture. Lilligant develops a quiet, blushing crush on Katy’s dear Heracross, who flexes happily for his smitten acquaintance; a far too competitive Breloom attempts to spar with a far too competitive Staraptor, who promptly and triumphantly puts the bird to sleep the moment he gets too feisty; Flapple doesn’t leave the side of her fathers, chirruping happily as a laughing Hassel feeds her cake with a wink and an indulgent promise that she’s only allowed a little.

“Have a heart, kid,” Larry announces dryly, as he plucks her phone from a whining Iono, who has been attempting to livestream the event. She tries to snatch it from the air, which goes about well as such a height difference might imply.

“Awww! Just tryna share the joy!”

“Enjoy it, instead. Live in the moment. Pick up tips for the future, when someone feels like putting up with you for long enough.”

“Hey!”

He smirks down at his pseudo-daughter, his face softening. “Trust me,” he mutters, glancing warmly at Katy, who’s giggling at her Heracross. “If I can find them, anyone can.”

It’s endearingly awkward and inaccurate when their dance comes, when they take centre stage; steps misaligned at points, gentle amusement tripping from their lips. Shoes are stepped on, but the twirls are dramatic, and the audience appreciates their stars nevertheless, cheers, sobs and applause raising from their friends.

“Doing well, my love?” Brassius whispers as he swept up from their bowed finale, being drawn into a gentle, loving kiss.

“Doing perfectly, my darling,” Hassel promises tearfully after a moment, nuzzling his forehead to his husband’s. “And you?”

“Can’t complain,” he teases, and they both burst out laughing until tears stream down their faces in utter joy. Breath is briefly pulled from lungs, exhaustion reigns, but nothing ruins their harmony, their victory, their perfectly imperfect wedding reception.

They may have to take tomorrow slow; they may have to take the rest of their lives at an easier pace, a gentle stroll into forever instead of a sprinting wildness - but take it together they will, every step of the way.

Got a request for The Technical Festival, which celebrates Ephemeralart and Vanillacupcakes through the medium of TMs? Take a look here; my askbox is open!

[thisblogisblank]

ALR

AR! LORE FINALLY DONE

I will warn you this is just. A giant fuckin wall of text so if you don't wanna read that I don't blame you lmao

    In the beginning, the monster world was completely empty, and then, through a sort of cosmic big bang, the Celestials were born, with the ability to create life through “Celestial Energy”, which is. Essentially the Spark Of Life in this AU. And so, they all went off and created islands, and monsters, and critters, and everything else under the sun; the strongest of whom was Galvana, who created the 5 natural islands and all of the monsters on them. And for many, many years, they all lived in harmony in the Celestial Lair, their castle far above the monster world. That was, until the tragic death, or, at the very least, disappearance of the Celestial of Mech, Vhamp. 

    After the death(?) of Vhamp, Galvana (who was his partner), kinda uh. Went batshit insane?? She became incredibly aggressive and lashed out at the other Celestials, arguing for the sake of arguing and even getting into physical confrontations with them. Eventually this became too much for everyone else, and they kicked her out of the Lair, hoping that some time alone would let her blow off some steam. 

    Unfortunately, this decision was poorly timed, because directly after she was kicked out, monster history was changed forever; a team of human researchers found out how to enter their universe, and Galavana, acting purely out of selfishness and spite, decided to take advantage of their naivety. She formulated a plan to go to war with the humans and usurp their planet for herself, so that she could continue expanding the monster population. But first and foremost, she’d befriend them, so she could learn everything about them. 

    This is where the Wubboxes came in. 

    The first two Wubboxes, Common and Rare, were designed to be walking tanks, essentially. Imbued with insane amounts of the element of electricity, they were insanely powerful, but were relatively fragile compared to their younger epic brethren (who I’ll get to later lmao). They were sent out as carrier pigeons for Galvana, learning everything they could about the humans, and then bringing the info back to her, all while keeping up their friendly appearances. Unfortunately for Galvana, however, one of them actually got attached to the humans. 

    Rare was, and still is, an extremely empathetic creature, getting attached to anything and everything that gave him the time of day. And so, with the researchers being extremely nice to both him and his brother, he was.. A little more than hesitant about Galvana’s plan, and when it finally came to fruition and the “war” (it was really just a couple military units, small-scale but tragic nonetheless) began, he fought back, arguing that she shouldn’t be doing it for.. Obvious reasons. Galavana, afraid that one of her creations fighting against her would not only cause other monsters to dissent, but that he could be a force to be reckoned with on the humans’ side, she decided to just straight up murder him right there. In front of his brother, Common. 

    That went about as well as you’d expect. 

    So Common fuckin murders Galvana, Rare just barely survives by the skin of his teeth (but is left permanently damaged as a result), the monsters find out about Galvana’s plan (she lied to them about the war, saying that the humans had instigated it when they hadn’t), and the humans retreat back to their universe, completely cutting ties with the monsters, but not carrying things further, luckily. 

    Word eventually carries to the Celestials, who were completely oblivious to the literal mass murder happening on the Natural Islands, and they helped rebuild their society. Shortly, everything was like it was before, like nothing ever happened. 

    Several years later, the first ever monster handler by the name of Professor Wardin E. Spurrit rediscovered the monster world, and left behind many journals documenting his journeys and discoveries. He later disappeared, and was presumed dead, his final words being a cryptic message, telling any readers not to eat the food or drink the water, because “it’s not for us”.. Creepy. 

    However, his discoveries kicked off a love for the monster world, and made monster handling its own branch of science, however small it was. In the modern day, two new handlers embarked on their own adventure into the monster world - Monster Handler Todd and Monster Handler Estelle, respectively - in order to finish what Professor Spurrit began. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

    And that’s where we are now!!! If you have any questions for me please don’t hesitate to ask! Call me Matt because I would love to give you extremely long, tedious, and verbose answers on anything and everything lmao. Introductions to the Wubboxes should be coming soon, I’ve just gotta finish designing them all and writing down their descriptions, and after them should be the Celestials!!!!! Enjoy this for now tho, lol. 

[amor-immortalem]

Goodbyes are Forever

A/N: this has been rotating and marinating in my mind since I posted Max’s birthday card back in November. I just haven’t had the time to write it. I hope by writing smaller chapters and not worrying about word count that I’ll kick this lack of motivation to write

・・・〆・・・

Goodbyes are forever. That’s just the way life goes. Special people come into your life, stay for a bit, and then they have to leave. Max knows this. She knows she should never have let herself get so close to Azalea and her family. Not when she knows the reason she was sent down here. Nothing in life happens by chance.

It was no coincidence that Max would meet Solomon while she was supposedly living on the street- no coincidence that he would be able to sense the raw magical potential residing within her and take her under his wing as his newest apprentice. No, all of that had been meticulously planned.

The story Max has always told everyone from day one is that her parents had disowned her and kicked her out because she refused to join the cult they were a part of. It was just that- a story. A story bathed in deceit. Not only had her parents not disowned her, she was indeed a member of the Anti-Harmony Movement. Although Max can proudly say she doesn’t exactly share their feelings against Demon-Human relationships, she did share their feelings that the human realm should stay separate from the likes of the Devildom and the Celestial realm. Humans were never meant to mingle with the supernatural on the level Diavolo and Michael were pushing for...

And that was the Anti-Harmony Movement’s goal: to keep the human realm free of the divine and the depraved. And to accomplish that goal, Max allowed herself to be used and to use others in turn. Four years... for four years, the human played her role flawlessly. She’d played them, gotten close enough to know the inner workings of Diavolo’s plan for harmony, and now it was time to leave.

In a way Max does feel remorse- as small as it may be- for how she had tricked her ‘girlfriend’ into believing that she ever loved her. She knows Azalea would be crushed to find out that truth, but the human isn’t interested in keeping up a façade any more. She has people waiting on her in the human world- a partner, a family. Max can’t wait any longer. She has what she needs.

Still, the human can’t help but leave a note for the half-demon to find when morning breaks. The note is brief but concise. It’s only a line long, reading: I lied. About everything. I’m leaving. Max slips it under Azalea’s door, knowing at this ungodly hour not even the overly-studious half-demon would be a wake to receive it until Max was long gone. The black-haired human leaves immediately after that.

When morning does arrive all too soon, Azalea finds the note. She doesn’t read it right away, her mind too foggy with the pull of sleep to realize what exactly is in her hand at first. It isn’t until her twin brother asks about it that the half-demon even bothers to unfold the parchment. The air is quiet between them as Azalea just stares and stares at the words.

Once the words actually process, she’s crumpling the paper in her fist before taking off for what used to be Max’s room. The freckled half-demon kicks open the door ready to scream at the top of her lungs about how if this was a joke or a prank, it wasn’t funny, but the room is barren except for the furniture that it came with.

It’s then that the full gravity of the situation hits Azalea.

“Aurelius, call the entire family ‘n wake ‘em up. We got a big problem on our hands...”

・・・〆・・・

To be continued...

[svyatoiy]

You can kiss me again.

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nighttime had met its slow death; day summoned its sun, and twilight turned to dawn as streaks of light painted the awakening sky a myriad of blues, pinks, and oranges. birds rose from their nests to sing the humans from their slumber, and the sun saint watched, phlegmatic as she wished for the morning to stall, for time to cease its passing.

it was only at the loss of her lover’s hand in hers that she turned from the sight of her rising sun, the stoic look upon her face melting into a doeful expression ─ they had been through this goodbye, the temporary farewell they were cursed to forever repeat, so many times before & yet the hours of separation tore at her still. a goddess in the presence of an equal, and this was where she felt the most human she had ever been or ever would be.

❛❛ are you leaving me already? ❜❜ came her voice, teasing in nature though the way she followed in her retreating steps indicated the sun saint’s reluctancy to part ways. alina grasped her hand again, their entwined fingers at once falling back into a familiarly braided pattern, and pulled her back into her orbit. their lips slotted together, parting and closing in perfect harmony. pulling away only to fill her lungs with a deep breath, their foreheads touching.

AGAINST ALINA'S OWN MOUTH ( WITH WHAT SHE HAD LEARNED WAS A TEASING TONE ) THE LUNAR EMPRESS WHISPERED AN INVITATION SHE COULD NOT REFUSE. " YOU CAN KISS ME AGAIN. "

a quick bout of laughter bubbled from her chest, mirth and sunlight bright in her gleaming gaze. ❛❛ when evening comes, I will kiss you again. ❜❜ these words were not merely a promise, but an oath ─ with the might of the celestial she would make sure no dusk nor dawn would ever come to pass without the sun & moon married in embrace. ❛❛ I beg you to believe me when I say── if I could, ❜❜ she chanced a final kiss, leaning in just in time to feel the ghost of her lover's lips against hers before the moon at last disappeared beyond the horizon. ❛❛ I would kiss you every hour. ❜❜ with the sun firmly hung in the sky the temperatures rose to a comfortable warmth, yet in the moon's absence the lone celestial shivered.

[nbheadhunterzs]

In the divine expanse of Draconis, where ancient dragons soared through crystalline skies and deities shaped the destinies of mortals, a benevolent god named Astralios observed the soul of an innocent being named Lysandra. Despite living a life tainted by the choices of others, Lysandra's soul bore an innate purity that resonated with Astralios.

Guided by a desire to grant redemption, Astralios, the Celestial Weaver, embarked on a profound act. He bestowed upon Lysandra unparalleled power, merging her essence with that of a colossal draconian, larger and more majestic than any creature that had ever soared the celestial skies.

Lysandra awoke in a body that eclipsed the very heavens. Scales, iridescent and shimmering like stardust, adorned her immense form. Wings stretched wide, carrying her through the cosmic expanse with ethereal grace. Astralios had not only granted her the body of a draconian but had gifted her with the powers of creation and destruction, the very threads of the cosmos woven into her being.

Embracing her new existence, Lysandra, the Celestial Draconian, set forth to navigate the challenges of Draconis. Towers of crystalline spires stood before her, and ancient dragon clans regarded her with awe and trepidation. Lysandra's colossal form symbolized both a harbinger of change and a testament to the godly grace that had chosen her.

As she ventured into the realm, Lysandra's powers unfolded. She could breathe life into barren landscapes, shaping vibrant ecosystems with a mere thought. Conversely, her draconian roar could unleash cosmic storms that reverberated through Draconis. The divine energy coursing through her veins allowed her to peer into the celestial tapestry, discerning the fates of mortals and dragons alike.

Despite her benevolent nature, Lysandra faced challenges from ancient dragons who viewed her colossal form with envy and fear. Some sought to challenge her, testing the limits of her newfound powers. Yet, Lysandra, guided by the purity of her soul and the wisdom gifted by Astralios, navigated these trials with grace.

The turning point in Lysandra's tale occurred when a cosmic imbalance threatened to plunge Draconis into chaos. Dark forces, drawn to the celestial power within her, sought to exploit her abilities for their malevolent goals. Recognizing the impending threat, Lysandra rallied dragonkind, forming alliances with ancient clans who had once regarded her with suspicion.

In a celestial clash that shook the very foundations of Draconis, Lysandra confronted the cosmic malevolence. Her colossal form blazed with divine radiance as she unleashed the full extent of her godly powers. With the support of her dragon allies, she banished the dark forces, restoring the celestial balance.

Astralios, observing Lysandra's triumph, acknowledged her as a paragon of redemption and grace. The gods, once distant and enigmatic, regarded her with newfound respect. Lysandra, the Celestial Draconian, became a symbol of benevolence and strength, soaring through Draconis as a guardian of cosmic harmony.

Her tale echoed through the crystalline spires, recounted by dragons and mortals alike. Lysandra's colossal form, once an unlikely vessel for redemption, now embodied the majestic fusion of innocence and godly power, forever etched into the celestial history of Draconis.

here is a good draconian one

#draconian #dragons #battles #respect of the gods

[vinceviralfreak]

GARDEN 3525 SPACECRAFT: In the vast expanse of the universe, a starcraft named Garden 3525 embarked on a journey that would forever change the course of all living beings. This interstellar vessel, built with the most advanced technology known to mankind, was a marvel of engineering, capable of traversing galaxies in the blink of an eye. Its mission, to explore uncharted territories and unravel the mysteries of the universe.

Commander Alexandra Nova, a seasoned and distinguished astronaut, led a team of brilliant scientists and explorers, each handpicked for their exceptional skills and unwavering determination. As they set foot on the starcraft, a hushed excitement filled the air, fueled by the promise of new discoveries and the allure of the great beyond.

Their first destination was a previously unexplored planet located in a distant corner of the Alpha Centauri system. This mysterious world, known as Xenoria, was said to hold secrets beyond imagination, its landscapes adorned with exotic flora and fauna, unlike anything ever seen before.

Upon arrival, their senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant colors and ethereal beauty that stretched out before them. The vegetation, pulsating with otherworldly energy, seemed to beckon them toward the heart of the planet. As the crew set foot on this alien soil, they realized they had stumbled upon a garden unlike any other.

The plant life seemed to possess a sentience of its own, gently guiding the explorers deeper into its enchanting embrace. They soon discovered that the foliage contained extraordinary healing properties, capable of curing even the most incurable diseases known to humanity. Garden 3525 became a haven of hope, a sanctuary for all those seeking solace and salvation.

News of their discovery spread like wildfire, and people from across the galaxy flocked to this celestial oasis. Scientists studied the flora with fervor, unlocking the secrets of its life-giving properties, while visitors reveled in the tranquility and beauty that surrounded them.

As months turned into years, Garden 3525 became a symbol of unity and cooperation, as species from different corners of the universe sought to learn from one another and forge alliances that had previously been unimaginable. The starcraft became a hub for intergalactic diplomacy and cultural exchange, fostering understanding and harmony among the diverse inhabitants of the cosmos.

Commander Nova and her crew reveled in the impact their journey had made. They had not only explored uncharted territories but had also brought about a new era of enlightenment. Garden 3525 became a cornerstone of the universe, a reminder that there was more to life than the confines of one's home planet.

As they bid farewell to Xenoria, the crew of Garden 3525 knew that their journey was far from over. With a renewed sense of purpose and adventure, they set their sights on new horizons, eager to unveil the mysteries that lay beyond.

And so, Garden 3525 embarked on a never-ending odyssey, forever etching their names in the annals of history, as they continued to bring light and wonder to the farthest reaches of the universe.

[spectraldeception]

Chapter 11: The Tapestry Unravelled

With Alexander's return, Isabella and the allies find renewed strength and determination. Their bond, forged through trials and sacrifices, now burns brighter than ever before. As they stand united, they are ready to face the challenges that lie ahead.

The realm beyond realms has granted them a deeper understanding of existence, and they comprehend the importance of their journey transcending the boundaries of time and space. They know that their actions carry significance not only in their world but in the cosmic tapestry that weaves together all life.

In the wake of the convergence of souls, the allies come to realize that the ethereal echoes that once guided them are no longer mere whispers—they have become a symphony. Each soul they have touched, every life they have impacted, resonates within this cosmic orchestra.

The allies embrace this revelation, recognizing that their quest extends beyond their world. They must now confront a threat that transcends the boundaries of existence itself—an ancient force that seeks to unravel the cosmic tapestry, plunging all realms into chaos.

As they journey through the ethereal realms once more, they encounter beings of unimaginable power—celestial entities that serve as custodians of the cosmic balance. These ethereal guardians recognize the allies' quest, acknowledging the significance of their actions.

Guided by the guardians, Isabella and the allies learn that the ancient force they face seeks to exploit the harmony they have restored. It desires to turn the echoes of sacrifice and love into dissonance, disrupting the delicate balance that sustains existence.

In a climactic battle, Isabella and the allies face the embodiment of this malevolent force. They draw upon the echoes of their sacrifices, their unity, and the wisdom bestowed upon them by the ethereal guardians. Their souls resonate as one, forming a shield against the darkness.

In a display of cosmic power, the allies unleash their combined strength, and the malevolent force is driven back. The harmony they have restored holds firm, and the cosmic balance remains intact.

As they emerge victorious, the ethereal guardians commend Isabella and the allies for their unwavering commitment to the greater good. Their actions have reverberated through the cosmic tapestry, shaping destinies, and influencing countless lives.

But the journey is far from over. The ethereal guardians reveal that the ancient force is merely an instrument of a greater darkness—a primordial entity that seeks to tear apart the fabric of existence itself.

To confront this ultimate threat, the allies must undertake a perilous quest. They must traverse the deepest realms of the ethereal realms and face trials that challenge the very essence of their being.

In the heart of their journey, Isabella and Alexander find themselves confronted by a choice—a choice that will determine the fate of not only their world but the cosmic tapestry. They must decide whether to sacrifice their own future for the greater good, to become one with the cosmic dance and fulfill their destinies as custodians of the balance.

In a moment of profound clarity, Isabella and Alexander understand that their love and sacrifices have prepared them for this moment. Their journey was never about personal glory or desire—it was about embracing the interconnectedness of all life and safeguarding existence.

With unwavering resolve, Isabella and Alexander make the ultimate sacrifice. They become one with the cosmic tapestry, their souls interwoven with the threads of fate. Their love becomes the heart of the symphony, guiding the harmony of existence for all eternity.

(As Chapter 11 draws to a close, Isabella and Alexander's sacrifice marks a new chapter in the cosmic dance. The allies stand in awe of their selflessness, knowing that their legacy will forever echo through the tapestry of existence. With their beloved friends now guardians of the cosmic balance, the allies continue their journey, carrying the memory of Isabella and Alexander in their hearts. Their quest for hope, love, and redemption continues, knowing that the echoes of sacrifice will forever resonate in their souls and shape the destiny of all life in the eternal dance of the cosmic tapestry.)