#only celestial harmonies forever and ever and ever

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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 poor sweet angel is going to be miserable.

[minoulapin]

Chapter Two: Of Tactics and Tension - Between Giving & Taking - Y. JW

Pairing: Demon!Jungwon x Angel!Reader

Genre: Forbidden Love, Fantasy, Romance, Mystery

Wc: 5k

Synopsis: A love unspoken, a fate unwritten, An angel and demon, forever forbidden. Bound by the laws of heaven and hell, A story of longing they dare not tell. At the Academy of the Occult, angels and demons coexist under a fragile truce. But when a celestial heir is assassinated, war looms, secrets unravel, and forbidden desires ignite. In a world where their love is a crime, will they defy fate or be consumed by it?

A/N: Coucou! I hadn’t planned for anyone to read this, but the fact that a few of you actually took the time to do so is honestly astonishing to me. I still don’t know exactly how many chapters this story will have, but I expect it to be around 20, so we’ve still got a long way to go. But for now, here’s Chapter 2! Hope you enjoy! -Joe

Tag list: open!! @whateveridontcaresheesh @iifrui @stormy1408 @indigoez @riribelle (Comment to be added)

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They called it The First War. The war that shaped everything.

Long ago, before the war, there was balance. Angels and demons were not enemies. They were two halves of a whole light and shadow, order and chaos. Opposites, yet necessary.

But harmony was an illusion.

The angels, divinely made and righteous in their purpose, believed they were meant to lead. They were the protectors, the guides, the rightful rulers of the world. The demons, untamed and lawless, were expected to follow.

But demons were not made to follow.

What began as defiance turned into rebellion.

They rejected celestial rule, tore down the structures that bound them, shattered the dominion the angels had built and in the process, they razed entire celestial cities.

The angels, unwilling to stand aside, responded in kind.

What began as a conflict of control became a war of survival.

For a century, angels and demons clashed, their battles setting fire to the skies, their hatred carving rifts into the earth itself. Cities burned. Skies darkened. The world trembled under the weight of war.

The Celestial Heir, chosen by divinity itself, led the angels into battle. It was his leadership that turned the tide. His strategies forced the demons to retreat, his armies cut through their rebellion, and with a final, decisive victory.

The demons were cast into the abyss. Their forces broken, their rule dismantled, their rebellion crushed.

The Rift between realms was sealed.

The war had ended. The angels had prevailed. Balance was restored.

But the cost had been great.

To prevent another war, the Academy of the Occult was founded a place where the two sides could learn, negotiate, and coexist. A fragile peace was built from the ruins, upheld by rules that neither side could break.

For centuries, the system held.

Until now.

Peace was never real.

It was only tolerated.

And now, it was crumbling.

The Grand Hall was suffocating in its silence. The air felt too still, as if the Academy itself was holding its breath. Light filtered in through the towering stained-glass windows, casting fractured beams of gold and crimson across the stone floors, celestial and infernal colors, intertwined but separate, like everything else in this place.

Y/n sat among the celestial students, but she felt the divide more than ever.

The infernals occupied the opposite side of the hall, draped in shadows where the light didn't quite reach. The celestial students remained poised and composed, their faces unreadable, while the infernals lounged in forced nonchalance, their tension masked by grins that didn't reach their eyes.

Two storms, sitting on opposite ends of the same battlefield.

At the front of the hall, Headmaster Solmora stood before them, his presence commanding, his robes flowing like liquid night. His face was calm, too calm. His voice, smooth and measured, echoed through the high ceilings like a sermon.

"As of today, new restrictions will be put in place to ensure the stability of our institution."

Y/n's fingers drummed against her knee. Here we go.

Beside her, Jake shifted, arms crossed over his chest. He hated this. She could tell by the way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulders held an edge of restrained frustration. He had seen this before the slow tightening of control, the careful manipulation of words that didn't sound like threats but were.

"These measures are not meant to punish," Solmora continued, his voice even, too even. "But to preserve. Until the investigation into recent events is complete, celestial and infernal students will be monitored more closely. There will be stricter curfews, and shared activities will be regulated to prevent further... disputes."

Jake let out a soft, dry laugh under his breath. "So, separation until we all behave like good little soldiers. Great."

She smirked. "We should start taking bets on how long it takes for someone to break the rules."

Jake arched a brow. "You mean for you to break the rules?"

She gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in mock offense. "You wound me."

Jake just gave her a look.

She grinned. "Fine. I give it two days."

Jake pretended to consider. "Three, if you're trying to be subtle."

"I'm never subtle."

"That's what worries me."

Despite the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, Y/n could see it, the shadow in his expression. The tension in his shoulders. This wasn't just another round of Academy politics. It was something worse.

Jake had spent his whole life being careful. Y/n had spent hers pushing the line.

And now, the line was being redrawn.

Solmora continued, his tone light but his words heavy.

"There will be no further warnings," he said simply. "Any student caught violating these regulations will face the consequences."

Consequences.

She didn't roll her eyes, but she wanted to.

No one had actually explained what that meant. Would students be expelled? Detained? Were they going to start dragging people out of their dorms in the middle of the night?

Because that's what this felt like.

Not a safety measure.

A warning.

Jake exhaled sharply. "This isn't about keeping the peace."

She glanced at him. "I know."

This wasn't about rules. It was about control. It was about tightening the leash just enough that no one noticed they were being strangled.

And worse?

It was working.

Because no one in the Grand Hall was speaking.

Because they all knew things were only going to get worse.

Y/n wasn't supposed to care.

That's what she told herself. That's what they were all supposed to believe.

The Celestial Heir had been murdered. A demon had done it. End of story.

Except, it wasn't.

Not to her.

And the more she thought about it, the less any of it made sense.

The dining hall was loud, but it wasn't the kind of noise that came from casual conversation.

It was charged.

Laughter that carried a little too sharp, hushed murmurs that died the moment someone walked past. The new restrictions had already shifted the Academy's atmosphere, less like a school, more like a war camp.

Y/n felt it. The way students sat in clusters, celestial and infernal tables pulled further apart than before. The way angels muttered about retribution while demons leaned into their usual indifference, except now, it wasn't just for show.

And Y/n?

She was somewhere in between.

She didn't have many good options.

Most of the celestial tables were already full.

Not that she'd sit there anyway.

She had burned too many bridges to be welcomed among the devout, the ones who recited rules like scripture and followed orders without blinking.

The feeling was mutual.

She could already hear the whispers.

"She got written up last month for sneaking into the restricted archives."

"She made Daeon cry during sparring."

"She told Instructor Ren that his strategy lessons were outdated."

(Which—they were.)

She had argued with most of them at least once. Fought with a few. Gotten some in trouble just for existing nearby.

They weren't especially fond of her.

She wasn't particularly fond of them either.

She stuck out her tongue at one of them as she walked past, watching as their face twisted in irritation.

Jake sighed beside her. "Really?"

She shrugged. "If they're going to stare, I might as well give them something to look at."

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose but said nothing. He had long since given up on trying to force her to be likable.

Her gaze flicked across the room, searching.

Great.

The only open table was Sunoo's.

Sunoo had never been a loner before.

He used to command a room, not because he wanted to, but because he didn't know how to exist any other way. He had a way of pulling attention, of standing just a little too tall, speaking just a little too loud. People followed him, even when they didn't want to.

But now?

They avoided him.

It wasn't just grief.

It was the black cloud around him, the weight of something heavier than mourning.

She didn't mind Sunoo.

He was sharp, prideful, too much of an open wound to be handled delicately, but he was also different. And if there was one thing Y/n could respect, it was someone who didn't fit neatly into the mold they were given.

So without hesitating, she sat.

Jake followed, though his disapproval was loud, even in silence.

They settled at the far edge of the table, just enough distance to make it clear they weren't trying to intrude.

Sunoo didn't look up.

Didn't acknowledge them.

Jake exhaled through his nose, picking up his utensils without a word.

Y/n, however, didn't wait.

She grabbed an apple and leaned into her chair. "So," she said, breaking the silence, "what exactly did they find at the crime scene?"

Jake didn't react at first.

Sunoo did.

His gaze flicked toward her, sharp and suspicious.

"Why?" he asked flatly.

She shrugged, spearing a piece of fruit with her fork. "Just wondering."

Sunoo's stare lingered. Unimpressed. Unamused.

"You don't just wonder about things like that."

He wasn't wrong.

Jake set his glass down, slow and deliberate.

She knew that move, controlled. Guarded.

He had stiffened but not too much. He was watching, waiting, trying to figure out where she was going with this.

She exhaled through her nose. "It just seems... convenient."

Jake blinked. "Convenient?"

Y/n leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice.

"A demon blade," she said. "Infernal energy, scattered across the room like a warning sign. Doesn't it seem a little... obvious?"

Sunoo's expression hardened.

"You think it wasn't a demon?"

"I think," she said carefully, "that it's strange how quickly the Council decided the case was closed."

That hit a nerve.

Sunoo scoffed, shaking his head. "What does it matter?"

Y/n glanced at Jake. He wasn't stopping her. Not yet.

So she kept going.

"The Council never makes decisions this fast," she pressed. "And it's not just that, it's the way they're acting."

Jake's jaw tightened. "They're acting like they already know the answer."

Sunoo leaned back, crossing his arms. "Because they do. A demon did it. Why are you making this more complicated than it needs to be?"

She tapped her fingers against the table. Slow. Rhythmic. Calculated.

"The Celestial Heir wasn't just anyone," she said. "He was supposed to rule. If a demon really did assassinate him, don't you think they'd want a bigger show of force?"

Sunoo frowned. "What?"

Y/n met his gaze.

"Think about it. If demons really wanted to start a war, they wouldn't do it in secret. They'd send a message. They'd send a battalion. Not a single assassin in the middle of the night."

That gave Sunoo pause.

She saw it in the way his fingers twitched, in the way he tilted his head slightly, just enough to tell her he was thinking about it.

For a moment, she thought she had him.

Then, his expression closed off.

"Even if it was suspicious," he muttered, "what does it change?"

She hesitated.

What does it change?

Everything.

But she didn't say that.

Instead, she sighed, pushing her plate away. "Nothing, I guess."

Jake nudged her knee under the table.

A warning.

She wasn't done, but for now, she would let it rest.

Y/n didn't get her answer.

But someone knew she was asking.

Later that evening, when she opened her books to review war theory notes, something slipped out, a small folded scrap of parchment, wedged between the pages.

She almost dismissed it as another forgotten note.

Until she read the words.

Stop asking questions about the Heir.

That was it.

No name. No signature. No indication of who had written it.

But it wasn't an outright threat.

It was worse.

It was a reminder that she was being watched.

Y/n's breath was steady, but her fingers weren't.

She stared at the message, replaying the conversation at lunch. Who had overheard?

A chair scraped the floor behind her.

She crumpled the note into her palm just as Jake sat across from her.

He frowned slightly. "You okay?"

She forced a smirk, slipping the note into her sleeve. "Never better."

Jake didn't look convinced. But he didn't push, either.

He already worried too much.

And now?

Now, she was sure.

The murder wasn't random. The Heir knew something. And someone was trying to bury it.

Y/n made a choice.

She was going to find out the truth.

No matter what it took.

War wasn't coming. It was already here.

Not with swords, not yet, but with legislation, orders, and education.

The Academy had introduced a mandatory battle strategy course under the guise of "historical study." Officially, it was meant to analyze the tactics of the First War, breaking down celestial and infernal military strategies for the sake of understanding.

But no one was naïve enough to believe that was all it was.

This class wasn't about history. It was about preparing for the war to come.

The lecture hall was buzzing with low chatter when Y/n walked in, scanning the room for an empty seat.

Her first mistake was assuming she had a choice.

"Find your assigned seat," the professor's voice rang out, deep and authoritative. "Your partners have already been chosen."

She suppressed a sigh.

Professor Aldric wasn't someone who tolerated nonsense. An older celestial, but one of the few who claimed to be neutral. Whether or not that was true was another matter. His graying hair was cropped short, and his piercing gaze had a way of rooting students in place. He wasn't as strict as some of the instructors, but he had a reputation for calculated discipline.

And unfortunately, he wasn't finished talking.

"This course will function as a means of analysis," Aldric continued. "You will be partnered with someone from the opposing side. Your task is to evaluate past war strategies, what worked, what failed, and what should never be repeated. You are expected to learn from each other, not argue pointlessly about whose nation is superior."

Y/n doubted that last part was possible.

She exhaled through her nose, already bracing herself for whoever she was about to be stuck with.

She scanned the list of assigned seats on the board.

Her stomach dropped.

Paired with: Jungwon.

Perfect.

She spotted him at their table before he saw her.

Jungwon sat with the same calculated ease he always did, posture deliberately relaxed, arms draped over the desk like nothing around him was worth his attention. It was effortless, practiced, the kind of unbothered composure that made people second-guess themselves. Like this class, this assignment, and the fact that she was walking toward him were equally unworthy of his time.

Y/n, on the other hand, gripped her pen a little too tightly.

She slid into the seat beside him, her movements clipped, controlled. The moment she did, the air between them changed, tightened, sharpened into something tense and unspoken.

Jungwon barely acknowledged her.

Y/n didn't speak.

But even in silence, they drew attention.

At first, it was just passing glances, curious flickers of interest from their classmates. But curiosity turned into something else. Something heavier. Because this wasn't just any celestial paired with any demon.

Y/n and Jungwon were both outliers.

She had never fit the celestial mold, too outspoken, too reckless, too quick to challenge authority when she should have followed it. She wasn't soft-spoken, she wasn't poised, and she certainly wasn't the type to stand aside when someone told her to. She had a sharp tongue, a restless mind, and a way of making people either respect her or avoid her entirely.

Jungwon, on the other hand, was something demons didn't understand.

Demons thrived on impulse, chaos, the thrill of provocation. They fought to prove their strength, to leave a mark, to claim something as theirs. Jungwon never did.

He didn't stir chaos for the sake of it. He didn't waste his energy on mindless fights or cheap power plays. He was still, composed, controlled. He didn't raise his voice when he was angry, he simply spoke, and people listened.

And that was why demons feared him.

They avoided him because they couldn't predict him. Because they could fight recklessness, match arrogance with arrogance, but Jungwon?

Jungwon was something else entirely.

People didn't just look because it was unusual. They looked because it didn't make sense.

A celestial who didn't act like one.

A demon who didn't need to prove himself.

And the space between them, thin as a blade's edge, humming with an unspoken challenge neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

She could feel it.

And she hated that she could.

Jungwon didn't look at her right away.

For a while, he just sat there, leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping idly against the edge of the desk. Not impatient. Not distracted. Just waiting.

Y/n ignored him.

Or at least, she tried to.

But she could feel it, the weight of their last encounter still lingering in the space between them. The moment in the courtyard. The way he had intervened. The way he had looked at her afterward.

Like he had seen something he hadn't expected.

Like he hadn't quite figured out what to do with her yet.

She exhaled slowly, drumming her fingers against the desk before tilting her head toward him.

"So..." she drawled, keeping her voice light. "Did the guy you sent flying into the wall forgave you?"

Jungwon finally glanced at her, unbothered. "I wouldn't know."

Y/n raised a brow. "You didn't ask?"

Jungwon shrugged. "Why would I?"

She huffed. "You're seriously not even a little regretful?"

"No." Jungwon leaned back in his chair, completely unconcerned. "It's not like I apologized."

Y/n blinked. "Not even a fake apology?"

"Why would I fake something I don't mean?"

She scoffed, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

Jungwon smirked. "And yet, here you are, still talking to me."

Y/n exhaled sharply. "Unfortunately."

Jungwon hummed, but didn't argue.

For a second, the conversation felt like something else, like a game. Like neither of them was actually trying to win, just waiting to see how long the other would keep playing.

But then,

The assignment.

She cleared her throat, opening her notebook. "The celestial strategy was justified," she started, keeping her voice neutral. "The war was inevitable, but our methods ensured survival. We took calculated action. We didn't fight just to fight."

Jungwon let out a short, almost silent laugh. "That's what you tell yourselves?"

Y/n frowned. "It's the truth."

Jungwon finally turned toward her, his expression shifting just slightly, enough to make her sit up straighter.

"You think your side was righteous?" he mused, voice smooth, controlled. "Tell me, does righteous war include burning entire cities?"

She inhaled sharply.

She knew that. She knew what had been done.

But hearing it from him, so blunt, so matter-of-fact, sent a strange weight settling in her chest.

Her fingers curled around her pen. "You're one to talk. Your kind—"

Jungwon's expression flickered. Not in anger, but something else. Something quiet.

His voice dropped, the teasing edge vanishing. Now, it was something different.

"My kind?"

He leaned in slightly, not enough to touch, but enough that she felt the space shrink between them.

"Say it."

Y/n held his gaze.

The class had gone still. Conversations slowed. People were watching, listening, waiting for what would happen next.

For the first time, she wondered how much Jungwon actually hated her.

And why, somehow, it didn't feel like hatred at all.

She straightened her shoulders, refusing to look away. "You know what I meant."

Jungwon tilted his head. "Do I?"

She exhaled, forcing herself to push forward. "The infernal strategy was reckless. You destroyed celestial cities just to prove a point. It wasn't defense, it was chaos. There was no structure, no discipline. That's why you lost."

Jungwon's gaze sharpened. "You think we lost?"

Y/n blinked. "You didn't win."

Jungwon leaned back, studying her. "Winning and losing are concepts celestials care about. For us, it wasn't about that."

She scoffed. "Right. Because it's so much more noble to burn everything down without thinking of the consequences."

Jungwon's lips curled slightly. "You think your side thought about the consequences? You think they hesitated before sending fire down on those cities?"

Y/n's jaw clenched.

Jungwon continued. "Maybe we never wanted to win. Maybe it was about something else entirely."

She frowned. "Like what?"

Jungwon was quiet for a moment. Then—

"Like proving that no one should rule."

She stilled.

That—

That wasn't what she had expected him to say.

His voice was quieter now, less sharp, but somehow heavier. "Celestials fight for control. Demons fight to break it. We weren't trying to take the throne from you." He exhaled slowly. "We were trying to burn it."

Y/n didn't answer right away.

Because—

Because maybe there was something in that.

Something she had never thought about before.

She looked at him then, really looked at him, and for the first time, she wasn't just arguing with a demon.

She was arguing with someone who might understand something she didn't.

The air between them shifted. Not softer. Not lighter.

Just different.

And maybe, just for a moment

She wasn't sure who was winning anymore.

Then—

Laughter.

Slow, amused, deliberate.

The moment snapped like a thread pulled too tight.

Y/n turned her head toward the source, already knowing who it was before she saw him.

Heeseung.

The one person at the Academy who never played by the rules, not the celestial ones, not the infernal ones, not even his own.

A trickster. A wild card. A demon who found joy in chaos, not because he craved destruction, but because he liked watching how people unraveled.

And right now?

He was watching them.

"You know," Heeseung mused, lazily propping his chin on his hand, "I think you two should argue more often. It's kind of thrilling."

She exhaled sharply. "Oh, shut up."

Jungwon didn't acknowledge him, his gaze still set ahead, posture as still as ever. But Y/n saw it, the slow exhale through his nose, the slight shift in his fingers against the desk.

It wasn't much. Barely noticeable.

But Heeseung noticed.

He always noticed.

And worse? He enjoyed it.

Heeseung was an expert in tension. He could feel it crackling in the air, something sharp, something raw, something unresolved.

Most would step away from it.

Heeseung stepped toward it.

And so, before she could even think to react, Heeseung was there, close, too close, his body language lazy but deliberate, his presence an interruption as much as an invitation.

"You know," he murmured, reaching out with casual ease, plucking a stray lock of her hair between his fingers, twirling it idly. "You'd make an excellent strategist."

She raised a brow, unimpressed. "And why's that?"

"Because you're sharp," Heeseung said smoothly, voice like silk threaded with something sharper beneath it. "Quick. You think on your feet. You know how to get under people's skin."

His lips curled at the edges, and his fingers brushed lightly against her strands before letting them slip away.

"A little reckless, maybe," he added, tilting his head, "but that just makes you more fun to watch."

Y/n scoffed. "Glad to know I'm entertaining."

"Oh, very," Heeseung grinned.

Then—

"In fact," he mused, as if the thought had just occurred to him, "maybe you should come by my dorm sometime. We can study strategy together."

His tone was too casual.

She blinked. Oh.

There it was. The shift.

She knew exactly what he meant.

Jungwon didn't react.

Not in any way that mattered. Not in any way anyone else would notice.

But Heeseung wasn't just anyone else.

His gaze flicked toward Jungwon, just for a second.

And he saw it.

The smallest, most imperceptible change.

Jungwon's fingers curled subtly into the fabric of his sleeve.

Not much. Barely anything at all.

But it was there.

And to Heeseung? That was everything.

His smirk deepened, his attention drifting back to her with renewed interest.

"You want to study strategy?" Y/n deadpanned.

"Of course," Heeseung said innocently, but his smirk betrayed him. "I'll even let you pick the battlefield."

She narrowed her eyes. "You mean the desk or the bed?"

Heeseung grinned, teeth sharp, eyes darker than before. "See? You catch on fast."

His gaze dipped, not subtle, not shy. He let his eyes trail from her face, down, then back up, taking his time in a way that was meant to be noticed.

She shoved him away with a scoff, warmth creeping up her neck despite herself.

Jungwon still didn't react.

But his grip on his sleeve was tight.

Heeseung saw.

Heeseung always saw.

And now?

He had confirmation.

His gaze flicked sideways toward Jungwon, a glint of something dangerous and amused in his expression.

"Jealous?"

Jungwon didn't answer.

Didn't blink.

Didn't give him anything.

But—

The air shifted.

Heeseung felt it.

And that was enough.

His grin widened. "Not talking? That's fine." His voice was teasing, but his eyes were sharp. "I think I already have my answer."

Jungwon remained silent.

But Heeseung knew.

And that?

That was fun.

Jungwon and Heeseung weren't friends.

Not really.

They had known each other for years, but knowing someone and understanding them were two different things.

Heeseung was chaos incarnate, a force of unpredictability who enjoyed life the most when it was on the edge of unraveling.

Jungwon? He was control, calculation, someone who could read a battlefield in seconds and bend it to his will.

That's why they didn't work.

And that's why Heeseung loved messing with him.

Most demons knew better than to poke at Jungwon.

He was respected. Feared. Avoided. Not because he was the loudest, but because he was the quietest.

Because his silence wasn't weakness.

It was unreadable.

Demons were reckless by nature. They played, they fought, they acted without thought. But Jungwon?

Jungwon didn't act. He waited.

Heeseung found that fascinating.

Heeseung, who never knew when to stop. Who never met a rule he didn't want to break. Who thrived in the art of making people unravel.

Jungwon never unraveled.

That was until Y/n.

Heeseung had known Jungwon for a long time. Long enough to know when something got to him.

And Y/n, she got to him.

Heeseung wasn't stupid. He saw the way Jungwon watched her, the way his indifference sharpened whenever she spoke. The way he went from dismissive to intrigued.

So, of course, Heeseung took his chance.

And he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

The professor's dismissal rang through the room, but the tension lingered.

She was the first to stand.

Not because she was in a hurry, but because she needed distance.

She refused to be the one to break eye contact first, but she also wasn't about to sit there any longer than necessary.

She could still feel it.

The weight of Jungwon's gaze. The sharp edges of their conversation, the words still echoing in her head like an unfinished battle.

She didn't look at him.

She wouldn't.

But she felt him there, unmoving, unreadable, watching.

She exhaled through her nose, gripping her notebook a little too tightly as she turned on her heel. She didn't need to look to know he wasn't following.

But he was still watching.

And that was worse.

Jungwon didn't move.

Didn't glance away.

Didn't let the conversation leave his mind as easily as he let Y/n leave the room.

She was still bristling. He could tell.

She had been too controlled when she stood up, too stiff.

Not because she had lost.

Because she hated that she hadn't won.

Jungwon tilted his head slightly, watching the way she walked away, purposeful, but not rushed. She didn't run from things.

That was what made her different.

And different?

Was dangerous.

A low chuckle broke the silence beside him.

Jungwon exhaled through his nose before he even turned his head.

Heeseung.

The other demon leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms lazily behind his head, grinning like he had just been thoroughly entertained.

"Well," Heeseung mused, "that was fun."

Jungwon didn't respond.

Didn't acknowledge him.

Which, of course, only encouraged him.

Heeseung sighed dramatically, standing up, letting his movements be deliberately slow.

"Come on," he drawled, shaking his head. "I know you love me, but staring at Y/n like that is going to make me jealous."

Jungwon shot him a flat look. "I don't stare."

Heeseung's grin widened.

"You don't blink when she's in the room," he countered. "It's basically the same thing."

Jungwon said nothing.

Didn't flinch.

Didn't react.

And that was enough of an answer.

Heeseung hummed under his breath, watching Jungwon's carefully maintained silence with too much amusement.

"See, this is why I like you," Heeseung said, voice light but knowing. "You pretend you don't care, and yet..."

Jungwon ignored him.

Grabbed his things. Moved toward the door without a word.

Heeseung just watched him go, his smirk deepening, eyes flashing with something far too entertained.

The class was over.

But this?

This was just getting started.

Y/n knew it.

Jungwon knew it.

And Heeseung?

He was just looking forward to watching it all unfold.

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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.

[taeu7]

"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!

[moonselune]

aasimar tav despite trying everything, failing to save her beloved tiefling karlach and has to watch her die. despite begging to her gods she will do whatever they want, sacrifice anything of herself. whatever it takes. just save the one person who she ever felt true love and a true connection for. only to receive their silence. a loayl servant asking once once for this one little selfish deed. and even that is too much apparently... and so karlach. in the hells. just chilling and fighting finds out who the newest member to join the realm being a certain familiar, cute and wonderful face has fallen into the hells.. and then they kick ass together.

yes yes yes so did a little informal drabble for this lmaooo enjoy

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In the searing depths of the Hells, where the air was thick with the acrid scent of brimstone and the distant screams of tormented souls echoed through the cavernous landscapes, Karlach fought with the ferocity of one who had nothing left to lose. Her movements were fluid and precise, her dual blades slicing through the ranks of fiends with deadly accuracy.

Amidst the chaos of battle, a ripple of energy coursed through the infernal realm, drawing Karlach's attention. Through the haze of smoke and fire, she saw a figure materialize — a familiar figure that she had thought lost forever.

"Y/N?" Karlach breathed, disbelief mingling with hope as she recognized the radiant aura of her beloved Aasimar amidst the darkness.

You stood tall and resolute, your celestial wings shimmering with divine light as they surveyed the battlefield with determination. Despite the anguish and desperation that had brought you here, you now radiated a sense of purpose and resolve.

"It's me," You replied, your voice filled with a mix of relief and determination. "I've come for you, Karlach."

A surge of emotion welled up within Karlach as she realized the enormity of what you had done. They had traversed through realms and faced untold dangers to find her, defying the very cosmic order itself to reunite with the one you loved.

Without hesitation, Karlach fought alongside you, your blades moving in perfect harmony as you battled the fiendish hordes. Together, you carved a path through the infernal legions, your bond stronger than ever amidst the chaos of the Nine Hells.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

[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.

[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.

[tranquilskies2]

Po as the Yellow Dragon of the Center

The Yellow Dragon (also known as "Huanglong" or "黄龙") is one of the celestial guardians. He represents the cardinal direction of the center, the element of earth and the midsummer season, alongside the changing of seasons. He's typically believed to be the incarnation of the Yellow Emperor, who is said to convert to this form before going to heaven. Some legends say that he's created from the river to introduce writing to the nation's first mythical Emperor, Fu Xi. He's often attributed to wealth, harvest, wisdom, good health and fortune. Although the Azure Dragon is the leader of the celestial guardians, the Yellow Dragon is ultimately the most powerful being and is the master of all dragons.

The Yellow Dragon is believed to have the power to control time and all seasons. He is believed to manipulate elements of nature such as landscapes, rain, wind and harvest. He can bestow blessings, prosperity and wisdom to those he consider worthy. As the center of the five elements, the Yellow Dragon ensures the balance and harmony among the elements, seasonal cycles and the celestial guardians.

As the most powerful and auspicious dragon in Chinese culture, he's regarded as the symbol of the emperor and the empire. In Chinese culture, the emperor is typically viewed as a god and thus is also worshiped. Yellow is commonly attributed to wealth. Typically, only members of the imperial family are permitted to wear the color yellow. He also symbolizes royalty, the imperial family and imperial power. The Huanglong river is also named after the Yellow Dragon due to the shape and color resembling him.

Out of the other characters, Po possess the most positive attributes of a celestial guardian the most. Both entities have the trait of wisdom. Po gains wisdom from his journey as a dragon warrior and the Yellow Dragon gained wisdom as one of the oldest beings in Chinese mythology. They also share their wisdom to others, believing that knowledge must be shared. Po and the Yellow dragon embody balance and harmony within the yin and yang/ In Kung Fu Panda 3, Po outright has a yellow dragon imagery out of chi during his final battle with Kai. Po serves as a physical representation of the yin and yang from his black and white fur. The Yellow Dragon is the center of the entire universe and serves as a balance of the cosmos. Another attribute the two share in common is renewal and evolution. The entire Kung Fu Panda movie so far showcases Po's journey from a noodle maker to a dragon warrior to a master. The Yellow Dragon symbolizes renewal and transformation as he's more commonly associated with changing of seasons than one season.

The main difference between them is development. The Yellow Dragon is thousands of years old and encompassed all knowledge in the universe. Thus, his journey is already over like Oogway's and he's left to share his knowledge with others. Meanwhile, Po's character growth hasn't ended yet and is still on an ongoing journey, not yet stopping his learning. However, this is to not be taken for continuous learning to be a negative attribute since seasons never stop changing and will forever continue.

As a celestial guardian, Po is worshiped the most out of the celestial guardians. Although Chameleon is the primary leader of the celestial guardians, Po ultimately have the most authority out of them. He serves a much greater role as a center of the universe and the emperor's symbol. Despite being one of the most powerful entities in China, Po remains humble and is the biggest open book out of the other celestial guardians. In fact, he interacts with mortals the most and loves sharing his teachings with them. Po enjoys watching eating contests among mortals and if he was ever in the mood to compete in an eating contest, he'll only do so against another deity or powerful entity.

-Relationship with the other celestial guardians-

Chameleon, the Azure Dragon of the East: "From one dragon to another, I find her skills and knowledge to be awesome! She loves kung fu and legends just as much as I do! We can talk for hours about these things! She knows how to make others listen easily and keep everyone together-that's why I give her a ton of respect as our leader. She gets to deal with more of the celestial guardian stuff while I metaphorically and literally hold up all of us together! Oh right-her oolong tea is to die for, 10/10."

Kai, the Black Tortoise of the North: "Oh yeah, the black, dark, mysterious warrior and king of aquatic life! Man, does he crack me up with the best jokes out of all of us! He's pretty awesome with how he beats me in mahjong most of the time. We tell each other awesome tales and epics from China and even beyond! Whenever there's a festival happening, I usually try to invite him first since he knows how to create a fantastic time! We also spar from time to time. Overall, he's a dude that keeps me pumped!"

Shen, the Vermilion Bird of the South: "A bird who captures hearts of many and leaves them in awe! Yeah, he can be a bit snooty and uppity sometimes, but his creativity is just as beautiful as him! We take jabs at each other back and forth sometimes. Boy, does he create the most amazing, spectacular, and marvelous fireworks displays! It's great that he allows me to sometimes use his feathers as a fire starter. His house is a massive art gallery itself! I love getting lost in that place, full five stars!"

Tai Lung, the White Tiger of the West: "He's a quiet fella who usually keeps to himself, nothing wrong with that. An awesome warrior in the battlefield, there's a ton of countless feats of his that I can't list or else we'll be here all day. Man, I love it whenever we spar together! Sometimes with enough convincing, we'll meditate together. Many mortals find this dude to be extremely scary. Poor dude, it's normal for mortals to shake and shriek at the sight of him. Trust me, he's actually a pretty nice guy. He's just a bit socially awkward."

<< Tai Lung, the White Tiger of the West | The End

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http://en.chinaculture.org/chineseway/2014-11/14/content_574802_3.htm

https://ninchanese.com/blog/2016/03/29/chinese-dragon/

[378clover]

Aetherbound dreamtale au

The realm of the tree of feeling

Beyond the boundaries of time and space, where the threads of emotions weave the destinies of countless worlds, lies the realm of the tree of feeling . A sacred plane untouched by the chaos of mortal existence, it exist in a dimension entirely separate from all other universe, a place of ethereal beauty and unfathomable power.

At its heart stand the tree of feeling , an awe inspiring colossus that soars into the sky, its trunk vast enough to hold entire civilization, its bark glows faintly, pulsing with golden and shadowy veins -two forces intertwined yet distinct, its leaves shimmer with the emotion of countless beings, absorbing and releasing waves of energy that influence the balance of all realm.

Beneath its boundless branches, the realm expands into a mesmerizing land of endless twilight . The sky its neither day nor night but an eternal dance of dusk and dawn, where celestial rivers flow with liquid stardust , and the ground glow softly with the life force of the universe itself. The land is vast, stretching into silver forest, floating island and crystalline lakes that mirror the emotion of those who gaze into them .

Two great forces government this realm . Sigvard , the guardian of light and day , and Valdrik , the guardian of darkness and night. Created by the slumbering primordial goddes Nim , they are bound by duty to protect the tree of feeling, ensuring that emotions flow naturally and do not spiral into imbalance .

However, should the tree of feeling be harmed , the consequences ripple across existence - world could become to suffocatingly bright , where's positivity blinds and consume all , or they could descend into eternal darkness, where hope is forever lost . Maintaining harmony is a sacred duty , and to fail would mean catastrophe beyond comprehension .

Thought Sigvard and Valdrik cannot directly interfere , they guide chosen individual - champion of their ideals - to act in their stead . Sigvard, ever hopeful and compassionate , seeks to nurture those with kind heart , while Valdrik, pragmatic and reserved , only bestow his influence upon those who prove their strength. Their rivalry shapes the destiny of many , yet their love as brother remain Unbroken , even as their ideals clash .

And so, the realm of the tree of feeling remain hidden beyond mortal perception , influencing countless worlds without their knowledge. A realm of eternal balance , watched over by two ancient souls, forever bound to its fate.

[pridetempt]

unfallen angel lucifer things

adores mankind. they're oh so precious and perfectly flawed. and that's why he loves them. the endless possibilities of each soul , each lifetime is something that fascinates lucifer. it's almost like watching the best show you ever seen. it sucks you in and you can't look away. you don't want to look away. you want to soak it up as much as possible and hold onto it forever.

if he's being perfectly honest , lucifer often prefers being among humans to being in heaven. they're much more interesting than ✨holy duties and celestial harmonies.✨ however , his twin is an exception to this. the bond he and michael share transcends everything. there is quite literally nothing else like it in all of creation.

he spends more time on earth than he should , more time than heaven would prefer. others complain of constantly having to track him down from whatever corner of the earth he's gotten off to this time. those complaints are met with lucifer's charm , joy , and love to smooth things over... until the next time he does it.

being favored by God affords him more leniency than other angels. he's aware of this ( to a degree ) and sometimes pushes his limits. never too far at once ! but bit by bit he's gained more and more wiggle room over the eons.

given his status in heaven's hierarchy , lucifer is not meant to be answering prayers. that's trivial work that others are tasked with completing. but it gives him an excuse to be on earth. so he regularly swings by the 'unanswered prayers' department to "help out". after all , it's only right that he should help wherever help is needed.

true to the 'golden angel' nickname , lucifer boasts six large wings that are brilliant white on top , shining gold on the underside. his wardrobe is primarily creamy whites, soft pinks, and glittering golds —-- though he does indulge more embellishments on his clothes and in his accessories than many other angels tend to wear.

be default , he glows —- as do all angels. lucifer's a warm , comforting , golden light. it can be as bright or dull as he wishes , but often changes intensity with his mood. the angel's built-in mood ring , of sorts.

[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.

[minoulapin]

TEASER (prologue) — Between Giving & Taking — A Yang Jungwon series

Pairing: Demon!Jungwon × Angel!Reader

Genre: Forbidden Love, Fantasy, Romance, Mystery

Teaser (prologue) wc: 1k

Synopsis: A love unspoken, a fate unwritten, An angel and demon, forever forbidden. Bound by the laws of heaven and hell, A story of longing they dare not tell. At the Academy of the Occult, angels and demons coexist under a fragile truce. But when a celestial heir is assassinated, war looms, secrets unravel, and forbidden desires ignite. In a world where their love is a crime, will they defy fate or be consumed by it?

Release date: Soon I guess?!

A/N: Honestly, I never planned on posting anything on Tumblr, but I had this idea, and the buildup of motivation was too strong to ignore—so here I am. Hope you enjoy the ride! -Joe

Tag list: open!!

MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

Where Heaven and Hell Collide

At the edge of the world, where light and shadow met in uneasy harmony, stood the Academy of the Occult. A fortress of stone and magic, it was carved into the very fabric of existence, suspended between two opposing forces that had never known true peace. The sky above it was neither golden nor dark but an ever-changing twilight, caught between the celestial radiance of the Dominion and the infernal abyss of the Court.

For centuries, the Academy had been the only place where angels and demons coexisted, though coexistence was never the right word. It was tolerance at best, hostility at worst. An agreement forged not out of trust, but necessity. Neither Heaven nor Hell could afford another war, so they had built a school—a place where their future warriors, rulers, and guardians could train under the same roof, study each other's strengths, and keep their enemies close.

The Academy itself was a monument to balance, an uneasy truce reflected in its very foundation. The Twilight Halls, the heart of the institution, shifted between day and night, their enchanted corridors bending to the celestial and infernal magic that pulsed through them. The great archways were inscribed with ancient runes, written in both divine and demonic tongues, each word a promise of order that had barely held for generations.

To the east lay the Sanctum of Radiance, where the angelic students trained beneath towering spires of white marble, their halls echoing with the hum of divine magic. Golden banners adorned the walls, each embroidered with the sigils of Heaven's greatest warriors. The air itself carried the scent of holy incense, laced with the quiet hum of celestial energy, as though the Dominion itself watched over its chosen. It was here that angels learned the art of combat and guardianship, where they mastered the light and studied the texts of the High Council, sworn to uphold the will of Heaven.

To the west stood the Sanctum of Shadows, a labyrinthine stronghold of black stone and crimson fire, where demons honed their power beneath the watchful eyes of their infernal instructors. The walls were carved with sigils of protection and dominance, glowing faintly with the residual heat of magic woven into the foundation. The very atmosphere carried a quiet hum of something potent and ancient, a power that did not belong to the heavens. It was a place of strategy and survival, where demons were not only trained to wield their magic, but to understand control—to be rulers, not just soldiers.

Between these two opposing sanctuaries lay the Rift Chamber, a spiraling vortex of celestial and infernal energy, the only known gateway between Heaven and Hell. It pulsed with unstable magic, flickering between radiance and shadow, a bridge between two worlds that had never truly been connected. The Rift had always been volatile, but lately, it had grown worse—flickering unpredictably, whispering of something neither realm was prepared for.

For years, the Academy had functioned under these rules, this balance. The students knew where they stood, knew the lines they were not meant to cross. They trained separately, but lived under the same roof. They were taught to fight, but forbidden from fighting each other. They spoke in careful words, their rivalries kept beneath thin layers of civility, because peace—no matter how fragile—was still better than war.

But peace had never been easy.

Angelic students walked through the halls with their backs straight, their expressions unreadable, the weight of their celestial duty pressing against them like an invisible chain. They carried themselves as warriors of light, their gazes always watchful, always searching for the first sign of corruption, as though the very walls of the Academy would crumble if they let their guard down.

Demonic students moved through the same halls with quiet amusement, their presence never truly blending with the rigid formality of their celestial counterparts. They were sharper, their smiles edged with something unreadable, their laughter a little too knowing. They spoke in whispers and half-truths, watching their angelic peers with the patience of predators who had been told not to hunt.

Neither side trusted the other. Neither side ever would.

But they had endured. They had trained, studied, and tolerated each other, because they had been told they must. The Academy had stood for centuries as proof that Heaven and Hell could at least exist in the same space, even if they would never belong to the same world.

And then, one night, that illusion shattered.

It began with a scream—sharp, sudden, and unnatural.

By the time the students arrived, it was already too late. The body of the Celestial Heir, the one meant to ascend to the highest seat of the Dominion, lay lifeless in the center of the Twilight Halls. His wings had been torn from his back, his halo shattered into dust. The glow of celestial magic that had once pulsed beneath his skin was gone, drained from his body like a candle snuffed out in the dark.

The angels saw the brutality of the scene and knew.

Only a demon could have done this.

The demons looked upon the body and scoffed.

It was too perfect, too obvious. A trap, a lie—one they refused to answer for.

The balance that had held the Academy together collapsed overnight. The Celestial Dominion demanded justice. The Infernal Court refused to bow. The fragile rules that had governed the students were rewritten in an instant, and now, no one could ignore what had always been lurking beneath the surface.

The Academy was no longer a school. It was a battleground waiting to be claimed.

Classrooms were divided, training grounds split in half. Celestial and infernal students, once forced into reluctant coexistence, were now ordered to avoid each other entirely. It did not matter that the truth had yet to be uncovered. It did not matter that no proof had been found.

Heaven had already declared the guilty. Hell had already refused to repent.

And somewhere deep within the Academy, beneath the weight of history and hatred, the Rift Chamber pulsed erratically—its unstable energy whispering of something neither realm was prepared for.

The Academy had been built to prevent war.

Instead, it had become the place where Heaven and Hell would finally collide.

MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

🏷️ @whateveridontcaresheesh @stormy1408 (comment to be added)

[pondering-my-rat]

The Wealdland: embers of civilisation

Alriiiight, I know posting three days in a row is hardly my usual pace, but writing feels good as of late. I mentioned the Wealdland in my last post, and thought I might elaborate it in a bit of a piece, enjoy!!!

Early Years

When the Mav'r, the Celestials, brought forth humanity, many of this world's Dwellers saw them as an ideal to strive towards. Others saw an enemy- their lands were well-fought for, and this new folk looked so meager.. so small, there was no way they would be able to hold their own, eventually agreement would have to be made.

Regardless of the locals' opinions, this new civilisation would spring quickly, and as they quickly discovered- the Humans did not share their vulnerability to sunlight.

As the years passed, the once-unified Dweller society would break down into clans, usually based on their affinity for these new arrivals. Even after the Celestials' disappearance, some saw the humans as the last remnant of their gods.

As the Dwellers shared their tongue, their knowledge of masonry, and even legends and beliefs- the two kinds began to drift apart. Fascinated with the forbidden daylight, Humanity explored lands the Dwellers would have no way of ever travelling to.

Once the people of Tollen went as far as slaughtering a clan in order to build another of their dreadful strongholds, the tensions grew even further- even once-accepting clans decided to part ways with the humans, forever dividing the two worlds of darkness and light as the result of Tôl's Black War.

A Land Divided

Human history on Ptolma Is a long one. Thousands of years passed since the day of their creation, and both species developed greatly since then.

As the people of Tollen would be far from the last humans to crave power and land, many more wars would be fought over the years- sometimes even between themselves, or allied with certain Dweller clans.

Skulltrove takes place at the brink of another one of those conflicts, although imperial scholars predict this one will be by far the largest and deadliest conflict these lands have ever seen- disputed litter every continent, and the Empire's allies create a web of connections between one another, ensuring a war now would involve most every man on Ptolma- Dwellers and Humans alike.

Now, due to their subterranean lifestyle, the Dwellers tend to prefer rocky terrain that allows for more practical entrances to their Pits and easier excavation, pushing humanity to marshes and other undesirable locations. As very few can rival the brawn of the earth-men, only well-established kings and warlords dare trespass into the Wealdland, where the dweller Pits reside. Even then, despite the crucial metals they're able to excavate and trade, very few last longer than a few dozen years, plagued by constant harassment of the rightful owners of these lands, leaving them scattered with ruins of civilisations who thought themselves to be stronger than those below them.

Fatemarked Presence

The players take up the role of a Fatemarked- someone destined to explore, discover and search for their true calling. Whereas many will follow you simply based on the fact your Fate is seen as somewhat of a divine ordination, the vast majority of these Fates will take you far from the lofty cities of man- directly into the uncharted lands, ruled by the mighty Dwellers.

"Conveniently", the many attempts at colonisation serve as a perfect explanation as to why these lands are littered with tombs, bastions and fallen mines. Additionally, it explains why the only places of comfort you find are small Havens of those who live in harmony with the Dwellers. This gives every town you find a somewhat alien vibe, as you never know where these wildlanders' true allegiances lie. After all, isn't this also the perfect place to avoid human law?

All this makes the Wealdlands a frontier of opportunity, danger and exploration. And personally, I don't believe the existence of these lands is too much of a game-ism (and by that I mean something that doesn't seem like a natural part of a plausible world, and only functions as a game mechanic hamfisted in!)

Now, I think that's it for now! Feel free to ask me about other elements of the world of Ptolma, as I do love talking about it, In between more dry and mechanical posts!

With all that said, I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into my world, and I hope to see you next time!!

-Maple <3

[acetattoos]

Valentine's Day 2025: Special Couple Tattoos Inspiration

Valentine’s Day 2025 Special: Inspiration for Couple Tattoos 

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and you know what that means—flowers, chocolates and those mushy love notes. But if you are the kind of couple who prefers something a bit more permanent (and let’s be honest, a little cooler), why not swap the box of chocolates for some ink?

Yes, we are talking about couple tattoos! Whether you are the hopeless romantics, the quirky pair who can’t stop laughing or the adventurous duo always chasing the next thrill, there is a tattoo out there just waiting to tell your love story. And hey, nothing says “forever” quite like matching ink, right? 

Unless you count that playlist you made in 2014… but we digress. So, here is some cute inspiration to celebrate Valentine’s Day 2025 like no other! 

12 Ideas to Inspire Couple Tattoos  

For Valentine’s Day 2025, we have some inspiration for tattoos that offer a blend of romance, symbolism and personalization. Here is a curated list of ideas to inspire your clients, combining timeless motifs with contemporary trends: 

Minimalistic Romantic Symbols 

Not all tattoos need to be big and bold to make a statement. Sometimes, less is more. Minimalist couple tattoos are perfect for those who prefer subtlety but still want something meaningful. You could get tiny hearts on your wrists, simple initials tucked behind your ear or even matching dots that only the two of you understand. These designs might be small, but their significance? Huge. Plus, they are perfect if you are not ready to go all-out with a full sleeve just yet! 

1. Hearts with Initials/Names  

      a.) Minimalist initials inside a delicate heart outline (e.g., wrist or finger placement). 

      b.) Intertwined hands forming a heart, symbolizing unity and partnership. 

 2. Infinity Designs    

      a.) Infinity symbols with dates or coordinates of significant locations (e.g., where they met). 

      b.) Paired infinity loops merging into a shared heart, ideal for wrist or ankle placements. 

 3. Minimalist Line Art   

      a.) Tiny smiley faces, arrows or geometric shapes (e.g., triangles symbolizing balance). 

 Nature-Inspired Themes 

From adorable penguins (who mate for life, by the way!) to sun and moon tattoos acting like yin and yang, matching tattoos for couples inspired by the nature can beautifully symbolize your relationship dynamic. Maybe you are both playful like dolphins, wise like owls or go together like the moon and stars! It is perfect for couples who complement each other, even if you’re total opposites. Maybe you are the bubbly morning person while your partner’s a night owl—either way, these celestial as well as animal couple tattoo designs are both meaningful and aesthetically stunning. 

4. Floral Motifs     

      a.) Matching roses (realistic or minimalist) to represent love’s beauty and resilience.  

      b.) Bouquet tattoos with flowers meaningful to the couple (e.g., peonies for romance, sunflowers for joy). 

5. Celestial Elements       

      a.) Sun and moon designs, symbolizing complementary energies in a relationship. 

      b.) Star constellations forming meaningful shapes (e.g., a shared zodiac sign). 

6. Animal Pairings      

      a.) Butterflies (transformation and hope) or koi fish (perseverance and harmony) in complementary placements. 

 Personalized and Playful Ideas 

Every couple has that one special place—where you first met, had your first date or shared your first kiss. Why not immortalize it with matching couple tattoos of the coordinates? It is a unique way to mark a meaningful location in your relationship. Simple, sleek and loaded with sentiment. And hey, if you ever forget an anniversary, just glance at your wrist… coordinates don’t lie! Or go classic with lock and key tattoos—timeless symbols of how one partner holds the key to the other’s heart. Whether intricate and vintage or modern and sleek, they are perfect for couples who believe they’ve unlocked each other’s hearts. And for the quote lovers out there, pick a line from your favourite song, movie or a memorable moment, split it between the two of you, and let the words come alive when you’re together for Valentine’s Day 2025! 

 7. Coordinates and Maps        

      a.) Latitude/longitude of a special location (first date spot, proposal site) paired with a tiny globe or compass. 

8. Matching Quotes/Phrases          

      a.) Split phrases like “Tender” and “Joy” or “To Infinity and Beyond” across wrists.  

      b.) Lyrics from a song meaningful to the couple in delicate script. 

 9. Interactive Designs      

      a.) Puzzles pieces that align when partners hold hands.  

      b.) Half-heart tattoos that complete when placed together.  

 10. Lock and Key          

      a.) One partner with a lock, the other with a key, symbolizing mutual trust and connection. 

Playful & Cute Couple Tattoos

If you are a couple that loves to keep things lighthearted and fun, consider quirky icons like matching pizza slices. While looking for Valentine’s Day gift ideas for her/him, it does not always have to be serious—sometimes, a little humor goes a long way in showing off your unique bond. 

 11. Favourite Food Items         

      a.) Food combinations like burgers and fries or a pizza with a slice missing that’s goes on your significant other’s body. 

 12. Things That You Two Like           

     a.)PlayStation controllers, or even avocado halves (because you’re each other’s “half”, get it?) 

Style and Placement Tips for Couple Tattoos Watercolor Effects: Soft blends of pinks and reds for a romantic, artistic touch.  

Finger/Hand Tattoos: Ideal for bold couples seeking visibility (e.g., thumbprint hearts). 

Ankle/Wrist: Subtle yet meaningful spots for smaller designs like stars or initials. 

We always encourage our clients to blend styles (e.g., minimalist line work with a pop of colour) and prioritize placements that reflect their comfort and lifestyle. Remember that aftercare is crucial for vibrant, long-lasting results! And, don’t you worry, we will make sure you know each and every step of the aftercare process with every matching tattoo for couples. 

Get Inked in Love with Ace Tattooz 

Couple tattoos are more than just ink on the skin—they are tiny, permanent love notes that stick around longer than chocolates (not saying that we don’t like chocolates)! 

Whether you go for something small and subtle or bold and adventurous, the most important thing is that it reflects you. So, this Valentine’s Day 2025, skip the flowers that will wilt and the chocolates you will devour in five minutes. Instead, mark your love story with something permanent, playful and totally you. 

And hey, if you are worried about the whole “what if we break up?” thing… just remember, tattoos are like life’s little time capsules. They capture a moment, a memory, a feeling. But let us not get all serious now—go out there, find your perfect design and get inked! After all, love might be unpredictable, but tattoos? Those are forever (and way cooler than another stuffed teddy bear). And, we hope we have now sorted your search for valentine’s day gift ideas for him/her!

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[threadknew]

The Birth of Saturn: A Tale of the Avatar World

Long ago, before the first Avatar walked the Earth, before even the great lion turtles gifted humans with bending, the universe was wild and untamed. The elements roamed freely through the void, clashing and creating wonders beyond imagination. And among these creations was Saturn, the ringed guardian of the stars.

The Rivalry of Fire and Air

In the days when the cosmos was young, two great spirits, Agni of Fire and Zephyrus of Air, were in constant rivalry. Agni, the spirit of passion and destruction, sought to create a world of endless flame, a burning beacon in the sky. Zephyrus, the spirit of freedom and motion, wished only to dance across the heavens, untethered and wild. Their conflict raged for eons, sending storms of fire and spirals of wind clashing through the celestial expanse.

The Spirit of Water, Tethys, and the Spirit of Earth, Geon, watched this battle with concern. They knew that if Agni and Zephyrus continued their war, the balance of the universe would be lost. And so, they devised a plan.

The Great Binding

Tethys, with her flowing wisdom, sent forth mighty waves of ice and mist to cool Agni’s raging flames. Geon, with his unyielding strength, scattered mountains of stone through the void, anchoring Zephyrus’ winds and forcing them into spirals. As Agni and Zephyrus fought, they found themselves bound within a great, swirling storm—fire and air locked in an eternal dance.

Agni’s flames became the golden sphere at the heart of this new world, while Zephyrus’ winds shaped the great rings around it, formed from dust and ice hurled into orbit by their final clash. The fire burned, but it did not consume. The air howled, but it did not escape. Saturn was born, a world of balance, where fire and air no longer fought, but instead, coexisted in harmony.

The Guardian’s Oath

Seeing this new celestial marvel, Tethys and Geon spoke together:

"Let Saturn stand as a reminder that no element must rule alone, and that even the greatest rivals can find balance."

The great spirits then bestowed a guardian upon Saturn, a spirit unlike any before—one who could command all four elements, ensuring that no single force would ever dominate. Some say this guardian was the first seed of the Avatar, destined to one day walk the mortal world and keep balance not just among the stars, but among all who lived beneath them.

And so, Saturn remains in the sky, a ringed sentinel of fire and wind, earth and water, forever reminding those who look up that harmony is not the absence of conflict, but the balance of opposing forces.

[yugiohmdx]

Guardians of the Starlit Realms

In a galaxy where stars shine brighter than ever, and each planet has its unique civilization, a young pilot named Nyra makes her way through the infinite depths of space. Nyra is a Celestial Navigator, gifted with an ancient power to “read” starlight—an ability long thought lost. She’s one of the last of her kind, sought after for her rare gift to understand cosmic whispers, which can reveal hidden routes, lost realms, and even secrets that bend time itself.

Nyra’s journey begins when she receives an encrypted signal that only she can interpret. It’s a map, a lost pathway to the mythical Crystal Archive, a hidden vault rumored to contain knowledge from an ancient, long-lost empire. Legends say the Archive holds the secrets to galactic harmony—a power that, if used, could unite or destroy civilizations.

But Nyra isn’t the only one after the Archive. A rogue faction of Space Sentinels called the Nightstorm Armada, led by a shadowy commander known only as “The Voidborn,” has discovered her identity. They believe the Archive holds the key to weaponize starlight itself, giving them unmatched power. They’ll stop at nothing to capture Nyra and her gift.

To reach the Archive, Nyra must team up with an unlikely crew: a robotic historian with memories spanning centuries, a bounty hunter from the wild asteroid belts, and a mysterious alien engineer with abilities that defy known physics. Each carries their own secrets and motives for finding the Archive, but Nyra’s ability to read the starlight reveals fragments of their pasts, creating a bond that pushes them beyond mere survival.

As they dodge asteroids, evade the Nightstorm Armada, and decipher cryptic starlight messages, they uncover more than just the path to the Archive. They learn of an ancient alliance—the Celestial Conclave—formed millennia ago to protect the universe’s balance. The Archive, they discover, is both a repository and a living force that tests anyone who seeks it, determining if they’re worthy of its secrets.

In a final confrontation against The Voidborn, Nyra realizes that only by harmonizing with the Archive can she stop the impending cosmic rift threatening to tear their galaxy apart. Embracing her gift, Nyra unites with her crew in a powerful synergy, each member amplifying the others’ abilities. Together, they transform into protectors of the stars, holding the knowledge and power to either guard the galaxy or reshape it forever.

The Archive, moved by their unity, grants them access to its hidden wisdom. Nyra and her team become the new Celestial Conclave, tasked with guarding the starlit realms and ensuring no force ever breaks the galaxy’s delicate balance again. And as they embark on this new role, they leave behind a trail of starlight, a beacon of hope for all who look up to the sky.