#prompt: devotion

[the-dancing-coeurl]

Mayqo'te- Devotion

She couldn't move, all she could focus on doing was breathing. Dried blood began to wash off E'venna's face as the tears began to fall again. She lost, failed in the final match of the tournament. She kept getting back up, again and again. But it wasn't enough. She wasn't good enough.. When her family came to check on her she reassured them all she was fine, a smile forced upon her face. She couldn't show them. She could never show them. Telling them all she would catch up later E'venna waited until her family had began the trip back home before leaving herself. She only made it part way home before collapsing in the side of an alley, unable to continue standing. E'venna curled up tight on the cold stone ground. "It was still worth it." She tries to rationalize to herself. "For them, it's always worth it." She couldn't give up, not while the people she loved dearly still needed her. And while she didn't win, the prize money for being runner up would surely still be a big help...wouldn't it? Of course it will...anything for them...anything...anything...

---------- Mayqo'te prompt list I'm following can be found here

[drowsy-fantasy]

TES SUMMERFEST 23

August 9th – forgotten or devotion

Written by @drowsy-fantasy and @orfeoarte

Read on AO3!

Please note content for each chapter will vary, though none include graphic violence or explicit sexual content. Viewer discretion is advised.

Accompanying art piece can be found here.

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[ace-bucket]

CATWS Anniversary Day 10 - Devotion

@catws-anniversary

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

Sapphic Disco Week, Day 6: "But What If It Was Yuri?"

Lena and Mireille, lesbians in their 70s exploring the vanishingly rare marvels of the world together, excuse me im cri

[mellohiizz]

my life is a chaotic mess rn, but i finally got around to drawing for the #lsyuriweek !! very late, but i really want to finish it. took me some time to figure out what i wanted to do for the prompts, though..... notes/yapping about it below ig??

[1] okay so day one was the hardest to figure out cause i couldn't decide between mutiny duo or devotions. but i've been having so much thoughts about devotions recently, and i really wanted to draw them. [i'll do mutiny for day 4!!] using blood as lipstick, maybe? [2] i had to do something with eclipse, and i just knew that i wanted to draw them for the death/rebirth prompt. angst, sorry,i'm not happy about it either... there's some symbolism i guess? idk man, i'm just sad about them...

[3] also a prompt that took me a while to figure out but i ended up settling down on doing jumper and squiddo ^_^ im not sure if they have a duo name or something?? but i find them cute, so there!! taking your gf flying <33

[chynandri]

“for the good of the people, no matter who or where they are… isn’t that right, emmeryn?”

—

happy birthday chrom!!!! 🥹

[aki-natsuko]

“I’ll give you anything. I’ll give you everything. All you have to do is ask.

    Ramattra studied Hana as she worked on his arm. Her hands were steady, fingers deftly working between delicate wiring, and twisted, broken metal slick with oil and other essential fluid. The flurry of worry, and anger that had greeted him when he’d first staggered through her door had disappeared, locked behind an intense focus that in that moment reminded him of the monks back in Nepal. A focus that he envied. His focus was different, ever moving, ever growing.

A future that fluctuated with every step he took.

Every choice he made and action he did.

Every moment spent with her.

He watched her fingers dance amongst the damage, unbelievably delicate considering the strength he knew ran through her like iron. Unbearably gentle, as some distant part of him knew that there was danger in this moment; and there was a hesitance now as he lifted his gaze to her face. It was there that her focus revealed itself to be a lie, a shield against everything else. He had learned to read her expression in a way he had never done with any human, and now his gaze rested on the way she chewed on the inside of her cheek as though fighting to hold back words, the scowl that had settled into place. It was her eyes that told him the most though, a hint of moisture betraying her worry, and the fire in them as she sensed his gaze and met it for a moment, telling him that she was still angry.

At those who had hurt him, or at him for walking into danger, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t that good with human emotions, although studying her, he had a suspicion that it was both.

“You’ll live…” Her voice after an hour of intense silence startled him, and he reared back and looked down at his wrist. The worst of the damage had been patched up while he had been distracted, and if he had been anywhere else, he would have cursed himself for allowing himself to be so unaware of what was happening. But here, where there weas only the two of them, he felt…safe. And there was danger in that.

“Thank you,” he murmured, flexing his wrist. The metal grinded, not completely in place, but functional.

“I’ll fix the rest in the morning,” Hana said, following his gaze as she wiped some hair out of her face, smearing her cheek with oil.

“You don’t have to,” Ramattra said, even as he reached out to clear the smear away. His fingers lingering, as though magnetically drawn to the soft warmth of her skin. This is dangerous.

“I want to. If you promise not to get busted up again, for at least a month.” He could tell the last bit was added reluctantly, for all that she tried to inject her usual levity into the words. She was worried.

For him.

 About him.

 Because of Him.

“I promise.” He hadn’t meant to say it, the promise slipping out without his permission. Dangerous. He couldn’t promise that at the best of times, let alone now when pieces were falling into place, and the future he had dreamed of for so long loomed on the horizon. A future that hadn’t included Hana… a future…

“I’ll go clean up and then we can hang out, unless you need to rest?” Hana’s voice, the soft concern that had replaced the levity, shattered his image of the future and as she rose to her feet, he reached out and grasped her wrist. Gently. A  gentleness he had never thought he could possess after he had chosen to leave the  monastery and take the path that lay before him. A softness that had the potential to cut like a knife.

“Hana…” She turned to look at him, half-smile fading a little as she tilted her head in question and for a moment he was lost. Caught between this moment and the future he had always envisioned. It was like being stood on a knife edge, and if either of them moved wrong it would slice deep. He needed to let the moment go, to let her go, but she stood there, at ease with his hand on her, comfortable in his present. Revelling in it, the softness in her eyes his undoing. “I’ll give you anything, I’ll give you everything,” he unravelled, laying himself open for her. “All you have to do is ask.”

Hana blinked at the words, at the way his touch tightened as though afraid she would flee before his words.

“Have you been in the holovids again?” She asked.

“No, I…” He fell silent, recognising her teasing for a defensive mechanism. Hana always turned to levity when she was hurting or unsure, just as he subsided into silence. Two sides of the same coin. “I mean it.” The words were steady, not reflecting the splintering that was occurring deep inside himself. He meant it, and that scared him.

There was silence for a moment, Hana staring up at him, only the slight widening of her eyes betraying the fact that he had caught her by surprise. Then she was pulling slightly, tugging her hand out of his grasp, and he let her go. He would always let her go if that was what she wanted, just as he had always come back, because she had asked him to in a rare moment of vulnerability.

She stepped back, and he let her go. Watching as her arms started to creep up, ready to wrap around herself in a hug – retreating from him, from the world, from his words… Then she paused and lowered her arms and took a deep breath and just smiled at him and shook her head.

“Hana?” He asked, confused.

“The one thing I want to ask, is the one thing you can’t give,” Hana said,  and she sounded so old. So, world weary for a moment, that he ached for her in a way he had never thought possible. She closed the distance between them, coming back to him, her hands steady as she reached up to cup his face, staring up at him. Her smile sad but full of promise. “So, I’m not going to ask.”

[lunarharp]

more whatober & sketching over old art

[darby-rowe]

gymnast!coryo and being jealous of all the girls that want him so when he gets home you bend his legs till his knees touch his ears and sink your pussy around his cock amazon style - tell him his cock is yours and yours alone for you to use and he can do nothing but nod his pretty head and beg for you to fuck his cock <3

because here’s the thing. it’s not good for you, but you doom scroll for hours just stalking all the accounts that say the most out-of-pocket horny shit about your boyfriend. you watch the edits, the tiktoks, you read every tweet at least twice. and for the most part, the women who say these things about him pretty. you can even call them beautiful. and you hate it — you fucking hate it.

so when coryo comes home, adorned with new medals to add to his collection, you sink your teeth and claws into him almost immediately, throwing him onto the bed you share with each other.

it doesn’t take long before his eyes become big and weepy, eyebrows drawn tight and mouth lazily hung open as you ride completely fucking stupid. “‘m yours. ‘m yours. ‘m all yours. i promise. fuck me, fuck me please,”

and your pussy gets so wet with each declaration of ownership that falls from his plush lips, his cock throbbing inside you.

“that’s right. that’s fucking right. this cock belongs to me. this is the only pussy you will ever fuck. you’re mine. you’re fucking mine,”

[hulloitsdani]

DAY 3: Day of Devotion!!!

Oughhh I really like this one. Something about Kiran Day of Devotion alt makes me feel things.

This one also comes with some bonus sketches/unfinished wips, because I've actually been playing with the idea of a Kiran and Anna duo alt for a while! Just never refined them into a more complete illustration, you know? But now feels like a good time to share!

Look at those wips! Might one day come back around to them who knows.

[maiiefizz]

Jegulus Prompt: Devotion

08.04.24, 161 Words

@jegulus-microfic

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Regulus loves a lot of things.

He loves rain when he is sitting at a window, watching it patter down against the pane while he is reading a book.

He loves animals, especially cats, snakes, crocodiles and all the weird animal creatures that used to exist.

He loves freshly baked brown bread and the smell of it coming out of the oven.

He loves the night and all its marvellous stars and the abstract images they form.

Regulus also loves his friends, Pandora, Barty, Evan, and although he rarely admits it, his brother Sirius.

He loves many things, but his devotion is to only one thing in this life. Probably in every other life.

The sun that warms the air in summer.

The one that brings light into the dark.

That shines the dark thoughts out of his head.

It dazzles, but he won't complain about it.

The sun, and its personification on earth

His devotion is only to James.

[montrosepretty]

Hey guys where was I going with this one

[uldahstreetrat]

PLD Week - 5. Devotion

"They seem awfully fond of one another, wouldn't you say?"

[takaraphoenix]

I'm 4k into this ~1.5k super short Hale Pack Sterek fic and they barely just started rebuilding the Hale House. Someone, send help

[hanahaki4hanami]

Hanahaki For Hanami Prompts

Think warm thoughts, spring will be here before you know it. And in the meantime, take a look at our prompt suggestions for #hanahaki4hanami. Prompts are merely there to inspire you. Use as many or as few as you would like. We look forward to posting in April!🌸

Week One: Yellow Hyacinth - Jealousy

Week Two: Red Tulip - Passion, Declaration of love

Week Three: Heliotrope - Eternal Love, Devotion

Week Four: Cyclamen - Resignation, Diffidence, Goodbye

Hanahaki for Hanami is a pro-fiction & pro-ship, multi-fandom event. All works are welcome as long as they are tagged accordingly and hanahaki related. You can view the full guidelines on our tumblr page or by clicking the Notion link.