#saffron-starlight

[vnillatree]

Finally posting art 💪 this one is from last month but i'm still extremely proud of it JFIDJFKFJ color wheel thingy but with OCs. And like a million years after this became a thing. Close-ups + character names in Read More

reblogs appreciated !!

Saccharine Nova, Summerberry Tart, Isomalt Nova and Tama-Cookie

Mixberry Mocktail, Saffron, Starlight and Nemesia

Azure Columbine, Glacier Cocktail, Willow Tree and Cherry Candy

Gorgonzola Dolce, Halloumi, Coffee Cake and Argan

[felikatze]

ok yeah the funniest detail in my oc worldbuilding is "dragons are the only creatures that are exempt from god's love"

[morganali-art]

Estimeric Server Gift Exchange 2023 for... Pear!

When I got Pear's prompt, my brain immediately laser focused in on Beatin and refused to let go. So what I ended up with is Saffron and Beatin hanging out during Starlight, singing seasonally inappropriate sea shanties, and carving little toys for the local Gridanian children.

Happy Starlight! :3

(Crop under the read more)

[bellesdomain]

Maynard Williams as Electra, Samantha Sprackling as Joule, London 1988.

Samantha, better known as Saffron, found fame with the band "Republica" after her time in Starlight Express.

[buggreawlthys]

'"...immeasurable halls, filled with an everlasting music of water that tinkles into pools, as fair as Kheled-zâram in the starlight. And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ore glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they spring up from many-coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass; cities, such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink! a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea. Then evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream. There is chamber after chamber, Legolas; hall opening out of hall, dome after dome, stair beyond stair; and still the winding paths lead on into the mountains' heart."'

--i mean, i'm sold. this dude knows how to spruik a cave.

[dodgerkedavra]

horizon

@microficmay day 3 Drarry CW: post-Azkaban

Draco doesn’t make a sound. The Diagnostics scream for him. Neon-violet panic and Crucio-green pain and saffron tachycardia stain his starlight hair. He breaks two quills. Throws a third. With freshly healed fingers around a fourth, he scrawls SLEEP.

Harry squeezes his hand. Promises. Swears. “You’ll wake up somewhere else.”

Also posting on AO3!

Start at the beginning here!

[lorei-writes]

My Sunshine, My Starlight... Why?

Chevalier x OC (OC Chart: Esther) Esther's POV Comfort ~1.7k

Truth be told, when writing about illness, I tend to hold back. It's ugly. It's disgusting. I know the realities of dealing with it, and well, one of them is that people often would rather do anything other than seeing it, let alone be around it. Sometimes you just... wind up being discarded because of it. Happens. Prose of life.

This is utterly self-indulgent, the dearest fantasy. @venulus thank you for hosting this event (it is already July 1st in my time zone >:) ). Otherwise... Well, it'd always stay just inside of my head.

This works contains graphic descriptions of illness.

Our Father, Who is in heaven, hallowed be Your name. May Your Kingdom come. May Your will be realised. As in heaven, may it be on earth… ...And do not tempt us, but have us delivered from evil… … Father, may I take a little longer? I know I’ve asked You for plenty tonight and I do trust Your plan. I don’t need to understand it, but this time I am so afraid… Why does it have to happen now? You have never given me a cross I could not carry, yet this one is extremely heavy. Heavier than any before. And I am scared, Father, I am so pitifully scared of losing things I’ve gained. Father, I beg you, grant me the courage to see what is to come.

Our Father, Who is in heaven, hallowed be Your name. May Your Kingdom come. May Your will be realised. As in heaven, may it be on earth… ...And do not tempt us, but have us delivered from evil…

… Father, may I take a little longer? I know I’ve asked You for plenty tonight and I do trust Your plan. I don’t need to understand it, but this time I am so afraid… Why does it have to happen now? You have never given me a cross I could not carry, yet this one is extremely heavy. Heavier than any before. And I am scared, Father, I am so pitifully scared of losing things I’ve gained. Father, I beg you, grant me the courage to see what is to come.

Black night greys into a dawn as I drag myself out of the bathroom. I’ve had to do without a candle, but it is nothing. Flame still trembles over the wick where I left it on the table, like a cat fretting about wetting its paws in water-wax. What matters is that I’ve made it this time, and do not need to clean bloody diarrhoea off anything, including myself. I can just crawl between the covers and hope my gut has settled for now. I haven’t closed my eyes once. How can I be so tired? It’s only been a week so far… How did I make it in the past…

My bed is cold. I am cold. The pillows lie stacked against the headboard and I lean against them, press my face into the smooth satin and the soft down it contains. That’s somewhat soothing, as is the duvet and the woollen blankets, even if they hardly help my chills. I pull them higher still, bury my nose in the border of crocheted periwinkle saffrons. I know I should just get up, that I should just add to the hearth. The low buzzing of burning wood has long died down, the log I dropped still lying right outside the metal doors, as if to remind me that Vivochka will not come pick it up… Good. Thankfully, she’s free at last. This now is bound to end eventually, so I just close my eyes.

…

Clack.

…

Clack. Clack.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Sharp steps drop in the corridor, so familiar that my heart raises to my throat. I remain in my place, however, listen in as the doorknob clicks and turns. No, no, that is wrong — and so is the faint scent of roses, and so is the sighing metal and the dull scraping of the poker and the content purring that heats up the tiled heater once more. Chevalier… Chevka, my Chevka, why? Why are you home? I’ve thought I still had time.

The carpet eats the clacking of his shoes, and soon enough the mattress dips where he sits down, the frame sighing quietly. I cannot see him yet and I do not want to look. It is almost as if we were in the gazebo now, the warmth radiating from Chevalier replacing the sun. His hand strokes my cheek and he brushes his thumb against the corner of my eye, delicate to the point of hardly being there, as if he worried his callouses could grate away at my skin. It makes me want to laugh and weep at once. There’s no need to worry, I am not fragile, I —

“You haven’t slept,” Chevka states, as matter-of-fact as ever.

“I took a nap.”

I wouldn’t be convinced and neither is he; Chevalier pokes my forehead, so I finally dare look at him. He’s figured me out, hasn’t he? Not that I could hide anything… But that doesn’t matter. Dark circles frame Chevka’s eyes, tiredness dulling their brilliant blue. His lips look a little dry, a little pale, and he purses them too hard, and his jaw is set as firmly as if it was stone, his broad shoulders resembling more so granite than flesh. No… No, no, no, no. No.

“I thought you would be back at the end of the week.” My sunshine, what have you done?

“I’ve just returned. Marquisate wasn’t as ill-maintained as usual.”

My starlight, how hard have you worked?

I feel cold again when he lets go. However, I’m hardly happy when Chevka scoots into the space behind me and wraps me in his arms. It is warm, it is comforting, it is all I wanted… He is clumsy in his tenderness and so very calculated, as if it was a flower he was handling and not a person, and when his lips brush against the nape of my neck I near forget myself and cry. I am so selfish. I should tell him to go, to get proper rest, but I cling to his arm all the harder, praying that my stomach will not hurt and I will not keep him awake. And if I do… Let me make it in time. I am disgusted with myself as is.

***

It starts with a stab to my side, but there is no blood, not outwardly. I don’t fully know where I am, but I know that it hurts, that it wants to get out of me. It grates at my insides and they writhe, and each second I run I clench my buttocks hard. Harder. There’s no moment to spare. No moment to even realise where I am. Was I in bed? Now it is cold tiles and porcelain pressed to my skin, and it hurts. It hurts. It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts. But I am there. My throat gurgles against me. It gasps and it groans. My back folds, it constricts, as does every muscle that’s been taken from under my control. I am a clump of clay moulded in somebody’s hands. And it falls. Relief comes drenched in cold sweat, hideous and sticky and reeking of blood. I want it still. I want it to last… I need a fresh chemise. I can only feel it now, but I am cold.

A moment or a few need to pass before I am able to get up, sunlight streaming into the bathroom through the small round window. It illuminates the tub, still wet after I’ve used it last. I shake my head, drag my heavy legs towards it… It is not much effort, it should not be much effort… and it so much more bearable once clothes do not cling to my back quite so tightly. The only issue is, now I have to go back.

Thick silence hangs in my room like a fog concealing a deceitful bog or another swampland. The oaken floor is more so a rickety bridge between the bathroom and the safety of the carpet, and it seems awfully loud now that Chevalier also is in the room. My knees shake as I move from one unsteady board to the other, some dizziness buzzing in my ears with persistence of a horsefly. It’d be easier if I could rush… However, it’d alert Chevka, and that’s the last thing I’d want. The bed is almost there, just outside the reach of my arms, just close enough for me to tumble into it before my heart bursts. My ribs tremble from strain.

But I don’t. I’m still standing. And I watch.

Chevka sleeps like a kitten with a belly full of milk; his chest raises slowly, evenly, not a stormy thought clouding his brow. His hair could be a proper pheasant nest, save for the missing chicks, and he hugs one corner of the duvet that he has hogged once I was gone. Bright against white covers, Chevka almost disappears, as if designed perfectly for the purpose of avoiding anybody who may wake him up. Who could blame him? Sleep, my prince, my dearest stars… Light shines through the gap in the curtains, a stray ray tickling his nose. Chevalier scrunches it up and his eyelashes twitch. Before I even manage to react, the skies hidden underneath his eyelids are revealed.

I am pulled down, dragged into the sheets and then trapped within his arms.

“Are you bleeding?”

This isn’t how I want our mornings to start.

“Only a little.”

Please, let me be.

“You’ve lost weight.”

It’s nothing! It’s nothing… It’s… I promise…

“It’s nothing.”

I’d rather walk barefoot over glass than let you worry. It’s not worth it. I’m not worth it. I fear the time you finally see it.

Chevalier puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me away. His eyes bore into me as he strokes my cheek, his fingers then sliding into my hair… and no further. His surprise hurts.

I haven’t washed it in days.

I haven’t even combed it.

Dirty. Hideous. What a tangled mess…

I force a smile. “Ha…Haha. It’s impractical, I know… I’ll cut it short. It’ll be easier to manage.”

Something snaps, or perhaps it is just the air. Chevalier withdraws his hand.

“Sit up.”

I do. With my back towards the room, I at least do not have to watch his face. I imagine the disappointment. I was stupid to think I could measure up. I was stupid to think it’d be any different now. I am still just a burden. I still can’t take care of myself. I will only weigh him down… And yet… Chevka has taken a brush… and the almond oil… and…

…

…

…

By the time he is done braiding my hair I can barely hold back my tears. I just turn, fall into his chest, and wail. Chevka sighs, his arms closing around me at once.

“You are such a simpleton sometimes.”

And you’re a shoe off the left leg* when it comes to speaking your mind. Cholera**…

“Tell me when you need me. There is nothing I cannot carry.”

I suppose that makes us a pair.

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*shoe off the left leg – Amberian idiom; to be dumb like a shoe off the left leg; to be stupid about something

** cholera – Amberian swear word; equivalent to “damn it”

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Various Works: Esther x Chevalier

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[wee-chlo]

An Invocation of The Goddesses of Dawn and Twilight

Let us pray, Family. And let us remember.

Let us sing of the dawn-bringer, the dawn-breaker, the golden charioteer who dwells on mountain peaks and the ocean's edge. She hears each oath, witnesses each act, and resides over all with a fair and merciful hand. Strong of arm and bright of eye, wreathed in flame and summer, let all those who seek to do her children harm flee before her.

We sing to you, oh Goddess of the Dawn, and beg your forgiveness. Laid low by the treachery of kin and supplicant, hear us now and rise as you were borne: Saffron-cloaked, first of all to wake and unbar the gates of Heaven. Loving and beloved, Sister of the Sun and Bride of Twilight.

Let us pray.

Let us sing of Cassandra, who died and lived and died and lived again. She meets the lost amid the twilight of doubt and leads them through the night to the eternal dawn of conviction. Gentle friend of frail and fragile mortals; starlight her crown and moonlight her gown, she stands steward over the witching hour. Lady of Doubt, Sister of Grief, you have come home.

We sing to you, Cassandra, and beg your forgiveness. Long did you wait in the forest of fear and nightmares, your true name and nature lost to the failure of your children. Praise to your Saint, your Chosen, who entered the darkness and met you, lost, amid the twilight of doubt.

Let us sing of the forgotten, now remembered.

Let us sing of Ankarna and Cassandra, Dawn and Dusk, Conviction and Doubt, Lady Wives of Moon and Sun who share the skies above.

[glitteringaglarond]

'Do you think those halls are fair, where your King dwells under the hill in Mirkwood, and Dwarves helped in their making long ago? They are but hovels compared with the caverns I have seen here: immeasurable halls, filled with an everlasting music of water that tinkles into pools, as fair as Kheled-zâram in the starlight.

'And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ore glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they spring up from many-coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass; cities, such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink! a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea. Then evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream. There is chamber after chamber, Legolas; hall opening out of hall, dome after dome, stair beyond stair; and still the winding paths lead on into the mountains' heart. Caves! The Caverns of Helm's Deep! Happy was the chance that drove me there! It makes me weep to leave them.

'No, you do not understand,' said Gimli. 'No dwarf could be unmoved by such loveliness. None of Durin's race would mine those caves for stones or ore, not if diamonds and gold could be got there. Do you cut down groves of blossoming trees in the springtime for firewood? We would tend these glades of flowering stone, not quarry them. With cautious skill, tap by tap – a small chip of rock and no more, perhaps, in a whole anxious day – so we could work, and as the years went by, we should open up new ways, and display far chambers that are still dark, glimpsed only as a void beyond fissures in the rock. And lights, Legolas! We should make lights, such lamps as once shone in Khazad-dûm; and when we wished we would drive away the night that has lain there since the hills were made; and when we desired rest, we would let the night return.'

And this. This right here is why Gimli has been one of my favorite characters ever since I was a child. There is a reason my tumblr url is glitteringaglarond, and it’s this passage right here.

Gimli has proved himself to be many things throughout this story - he’s a badass, he is witty and intelligent, he has a brilliant sense of humor and is the funniest character in these books - but one of the most important things about him is his love for beauty.

We saw it in his longing to see Moria, regardless of the dangers. We saw it as he couldn’t help but turn aside and gaze into the waters of Kheled-zaram. We saw it as he praised the beauty of Galadriel. Gimli is a character with a deep, artistic, soulful love for beauty. And it comes across most strikingly here, in this passage.

Because Gimli is out of his element right now, traveling through this strange, dangerous, magical wood. He is injured and weary from battle, and is once again riding a horse - something that he explicitly dislikes. This is the absolute last situation where somebody should be unveiling their poetic soul, and yet that’s what Gimli does.

Because to Gimli love for beauty is stronger than weariness and fear and uncertainty. And while being in this forest makes him fearful, only being forced to leave a thing of beauty can make him weep.

So he tells Legolas about the caves, using language so poetic that we can’t help but see the caves through his eyes and appreciate their beauty in ways we might never have done otherwise. And even Legolas is moved.

I cannot overstate how important his love for beauty is to me, and unlike Gimli I am not enough of a wordsmith to communicate exactly how deeply the beauty of his soul, expressed through this love, touches me. The best I can do is express my joy at having been taught appreciation for beauty at such a young age by such a teacher, and I can only hope that like Gimli, I too can help others find an appreciation for the beauty around them that they might not otherwise have seen.

[magicalgirlagency]

Hello! Do you know any comprehensive list of magical girl webcomics? Or alternatively some that you recommend?

I'm gonna go for the ones that have caught my eye, visually and/or otherwise (in a randomized order). Hope you don't have anything to do, you'll be staying here for a while.

And I might even update it if I see something new!

Cloudy Wondrous, by Kaninchenbau;

Glitter & Guilt, by RockyBloo;

Star Warrior Cosmos Leo, by Sailorpossum;

Magical Warrior Diamond Heart, by Pyon;

Kid Chrysalis: Butterfly Warrior, by Gabriel Joy Reid;

Supersonic Girl, by Sandra Diaz (okay, this one's more superhero-y, but it follows some MG tropes, and therefore still counts!);

Stardust Slammers, by Brian Wolf;

Angel Blue, by LaurenceL;

DolceCubed, by Sunsetfork;

Pretty Heart Bouquet, by E. Hetrick Jackson;

Mistral, by Amy;

The Tale of Crystal Teresa, by RainicornDraws;

God Has Spite, by Isaac;

In Your Dreams, by Kakathain;

Miracle Sakura, by Aurora Dordain;

Heartful Masquerade, by HANNAHP0CALYPSE;

Magical Package - Lilaca, by Tsunyandere;

O Grimório Perdido, by Guibley;

Starhop, by Cuttles;

Defend!!, by Peachieevee;

Business Magical, by Pizza Paper (this one here's a novel rather than a comic, but it can be found within Tapas, so it goes here too!);

Pepper Pixie, by Soffy;

The Amazing Mirna, by TinyBabyGhost;

Sweet Little Resistance, by Peachchild;

The Good, The Bad, & The Magical Girl, by Failmonger;

Star Savior Bunny, by Kendell and Kay;

Starry Eyed, by Mahoupeach;

Eternal Guardian Kanae, by Edea;

Crossed Stars, by Nyxalwitch;

Pretty Witch!, by Max i mystic;

Foul Maiden Inez-chan!, by alchykiller;

Seasons of Avallen, by Gem.i.ni;

Celestial Princess, by Saint Bree;

Magical Girl Academe, by War Bunny;

Pokey! The Unicorn Magical Girl, by CherryRoseum;

A Magical Girl's Guide to Adulting, by Patrick McCabe;

SuperChic: Rosemary!, by CaptainHAHA;

Honey and the Moon, by Meadow;

Brownie & Barebones, by BubbiBrownie;

Lupe Mágica, by RoninYorch;

Magical Girl Grim Reaper, by Kimo_Neko;

Manual Prático da Garota Mágica, by HeitorPC;

Wimp Witch, by C. Cameron (it's even an indie animated series on YouTube and Newgrounds!);

Retired Magical Girls Support Group, by Hairballdraws;

CMYQ~n: Magical Girl Project, by Marikyuun;

High Spirits Neoma, by Oroor0;

Ghostly Tales, by Hey Izzy;

My Boyfriend is a Magical Girl?!, by IMTHEJOHKE;

Lola Magica: My Grandma is a Magical Girl, by SUPRPRETTYGENIUSMIKI;

Modern Magical Girl, by Replaythepun;

Saffron Wave, by Kellerybird;

Magical Girls in College, by Jay-Taku;

Archmage Ascending, by Magicmooshka;

A Magical Girl's Day Off, by Grant Newbold;

How I Loathe Being a Magical Girl, by Nomnomnami (unfortunately, with the end of Smackjeeves, this one has become most likely a Lost Media);

My Life as a Magical Girl, by Vickycreator1;

Magical Girl Institute, by Portia Hightower;

Magical Boy Troubles, by Red_Mend;

MAGICAL GIRLfriend, by Thisisshaetae;

Anomique: Magical Girls Must Die, by Crayaks;

Dame Daffodil, by Sakura-rose12;

Maho Shonen, by Yana & Nat;

Hover Girls, by Geneva Bowers;

Princess Love❤Pon!, by Shauna J. Grant;

Star Rangers: Magical Space Cadet Squad, by Kagura-kun;

Strawberry Seafoam and Vampire Magicka, by Bryan Golden;

SpectraSpell, by Lisa Harald;

Magical Boy Basil, by Fireside Stories;

Kakkikomi Magical Girls, by HachiwareHouse;

Magical Girl Initiative, by Ika;

Eldritch Magical Girls, by Marighoul;

Magical Mom, by Prinnstar;

Magical Boy, by The Kao;

Magikats!, by Eilie Astara;

Magical Printing: Magenta Ink, by Chicinlicin;

Agents of the Realm, by Mildred Louis;

Shattered Starlight, by Nicole Shartrand;

Mahou Josei Chimaka, by KAIJU;

Brujaha, by Acersecomic;

Mahou Shounen FIGHT!, by Scuttlebutt Ink;

Magical Girl Problems? Magical Girl Solutions!, by Veronica Agarwal.

And this is all I have so far. I wish I could tag the bloggers/creators (those who can be found here on this social, anyway), but I believe that I've exceeded the post's limit to do such a thing, lol. Plus, some of them might be even discontinued.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

BISEXUAL AWARENESS WEEK MASTERLIST

EVENT INFO PRIZE WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT PRIZE WINNERS

Thank you to all our creators who submitted works celebrating bisexual characters. We were lucky to have characters that represented bisexuality in a wide spectrum of relationships... just like in real life! 🩷💜💙

✒️ Fanfic 🎨 Fanart Ⓜ️ Mature (18+) 🔥NSFW (18+)

BLADES OF LIGHT & SHADOW

Blades Drabble ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Mal Volari x F!human!MC, Tyril Starfury x elf!MC - @lilyoffandoms

Blades Drabble 2 ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Tyril Starfury x elf!mc - @lilyoffandoms

Blades Drabble 3 ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Tyril Starfury x elf!mc - @lilyoffandoms

Blades Drabble 4 ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| ef!mc and gang - @lilyoffandoms

A Development of Sorts ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Mal Volari x f!human!mc, Tyril Starfury x mc - @storyofmychoices

Love is Love is Love 🎨🏳️‍🌈🦄| Mal Volari x F!human@MC x Nia Ellarious by @/coffeeforchloe (IG) (C: @storyofmychoices)

The Rogue's Embrace ✒️🎨🏳️‍🌈🦄| Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury - art: @/coffeeforchloe (IG) fic: @storyofmychoices

Sculpting Desires ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Mal Volari x F!human!MC, Tyril Starfury x elf!MC - @storyofmychoices

Vintage Dreams ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Mal Volari x f!human!mc - @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes Drabble ✒️🦄 | Trystan Thorne x MC - @lilyoffandoms

Crimes Drabble 2 ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Trysan Thorne x MC, Luke Watanabe x Ruby Webster @lilyoffandoms

Film Appreciation 103 ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

Trystan x Gabriel 🎨🏳️‍🌈🦄by @/artbyainna (C: @lilyoffandoms)

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Moving Day ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| m!cas harlow x m!gabe adalhard x nb!mc - @aria-ashryver

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| m!Cas x m!Gabriel x nb!MC - @aria-ashryver Chapter 36: Out With the Old | Ⓜ️🔥

IT LIVES IN THE WOODS

Sophomore Secret ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Dan Pierce x F!MC, M!OC - @aallotarenunelma

OPEN HEART

Jensen Through the Years 🎨🏳️‍🌈🦄| @mydemonsdrivealimo 🌺 Jensen Valentine

Know it All ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Bryce Lahela, F!MC, Tobias Carrick - @jerzwriter

Open Heart Drabble ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Ethan x Merida, Bryce x Olivia, Tobias x Casey - @lilyoffandoms

A Quick Study ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| OpH F!MC x F!OC - @jerzwriter

Trepidation ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| OpH F!MC x F!OC - @jerzwriter

Unexpected Encounters ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @choicesfanaf

PERFECT MATCH

Saffron Sugar, Turmeric Spice ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🏳️‍🌈🦄| f!Hayden x m!mc, f!Hayden x F!OC - @lizzybeth1986

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Liam Rys x M!MC - @justcallmefox89 Chapter 18

The Crown & The Shield (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Constantine x Jackson - @angelasscribbles Chapter 6: Let's Be Happy

Marabelle (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Liam Rys x F!OC, Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC - @tessa-liam Chapter 7: It's a Dream Come True

Thro(n)es of Passion: A Bad Romance One Shot ✒️🎨Ⓜ️🔥🏳️‍🌈🦄 | Liam Rys x MC x Maxwell Beaumont, Drake Walker x MC) - art by @rosefuckinggenius fic by @angelasscribbles

Thro(n)es of Passion Part 2: A Bad Romance One-Shot ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Liam Rys x MC x Maxwell Beaumont, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles

WAKE THE DEAD

Troy x Sayeed Drabble ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Troy Hassan MC - @lilyoffandoms

CROSSOVER

Immortal Desires / It Lives In the Woods

Alternate Birthday ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄 | ID M!OC x ILITW M!OC - @aallotarenunelma

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[galaxysodapopdraws]

Ok so, I had this fanfic thing for my sonic genesis au that’s been buzzing around in my head for a good long while and finally decided to actually type it up. I don’t really have a good title for it but I’m just gonna call it “Fatherhood” for now. This takes place five years after eggman’s first attack and just two weeks after Nigel has returned from the Zone of Silence.

This isn’t really supposed to have good grammar or anything grand just something I typed out of the blue so be warned about punctuation and things.

Also slight tw warnings: descriptions of severe injuries, childhood trauma/arranged marriage, and abusive parenting.

Hope y’all like it! (Fic under the cut!)

It was an early morning in the sanctuary village known as Knothole, and the people of the town were already bustling about opening shops and helping repair equipment that will guard the outer island from attacks from Dr. Eggman. It had been five years since the first attack that destroyed the kingdom of Starlight Archipelago and the disappearance of the now found king, Nigel Acorn. Nigel had only just recently been saved about two weeks ago from being thrown into a hellish special zone known as the Zone of Silence and is still recovering from his experience.

The saffron colored squirrel sits upright in bed, peaking from the window next to him at his people going about their business below. as much as he would love to go down and reassure them that he was okay, he would hate to have the see the state he is in now. His once healthy, well built frame was almost nothing but skin and bones from being starved of food and water. Bright, glittering emeralds pierce through his skin causing fur to fall out around the edges of the gems, showing infected skin and bruises. He felt constantly exhausted, no matter how much rest he would get he would always fall back into a nauseating drowse. Being in a place void of sound had made him restless, now having a constant sound near him at all times whether being a radio or even drips from a faucet to help keep his sanity. But this never deterred him from keeping his spirits up, he was so happy to be home with his two kids and husband that he always smiled no matter who entered the room, just glad he can even hear someone’s voice.

Nigel flopped backwards onto his pillow, already winded from just forcing himself to sit up all the way without support. He just sighed and turned his attention to the door on the opposite side of the room, wondering where could his husband, Charles be. He is supposed to take many medications to help with his health, pain, and to make the crystals growing in him halt for just a bit of time. But Charles seemed to be running late this morning, in fact, he could actually hear him from down stairs… arguing with someone. Nigel tried to figure out what Charles was saying but it only came to him in jumbled up sentences, he did always tend to mumble during arguments making it impossible to understand what he wanted. Suddenly, a door slammed making Nigel jump in surprise, who ever Charles was fighting must’ve been someone Charles hated with a passion. Nigel had his suspicions on who the person might be, but rather not think about it. Besides, he could already hear Charles marching up the stairs, the sound of a well worn boot and the clink of metal from a prosthetic leg.

“Damn, what a way to start the day” Charles mumbled to himself as he entered the room, carrying a tray with Nigel’s medicine and a cup of tea. He turned to see Nigel trying to force himself up, trembling while holding on to the window sill, only to once again nearly falling back onto his pillow. Charles immediately ran up to catch him before his fall, Nigel just turned to look at him and gave Charles that gentle smile he knows and loves.

“Oh thank you love! I don’t know how you manage my clumsiness lately, I really need to start being careful.”

“Clumsiness? Nigel! You’ve basically been to Hell for five years and just got back! Of course you’re tired, there’s no need to blame yourself for that!” Chuck reassured Nigel as he began to prepare his medications.

“Sigh, you’re right Chuck, but I wish I could be doing more to help everybody. Oh speaking of which, who were you talking to downstairs?”

Chuck paused for a moment before handing a tea cup to Nigel.

“You heard all that?”

“The floor boards and walls are very thin, Chuck.”

“Well… man I feel like a jerk now for slamming the door. It was your old man he wanted to talk politics with yo-“

Nigel choked on his tea in surprise, spilling some of it on his chest and arms.

“Oh bloody hell!” Nigel moaned in anger, beginning to try and clean up the mess. But was stopped by Chuck as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“No point of trying to clean it up, I don’t want hot leaf water all over you.” Chuck said smirking a bit.

“You’re very funny Charlie, now about my father, why has he only come now?”

“Like I said, to discuss some politic things, I don’t know what sort of politics seeing that the kingdom is….. anyways, I told him you need rest but he wasn’t hearing it. And you know how I feel about him, I lost my temper, I really should’ve asked if you wanted to see him.” Chuck finally pulled off Nigel’s shirt, being careful not to tear it on the sharp edges of the crystals in his skin. When he looked at Nigel’s chest he almost felt sick, seeing his husband’s ribs jutting out, bruising and scars scattered up and down his body made him feel crushed that he couldn’t protect him as both his knight and partner. He quickly turned away and walked to a dresser to find a clean shirt.

“That was all he wanted? Just to talk about any sort of kingly duties I may have left?”

“Seems like it.”

“Chuck, when I first came home, I went into a coma for about three days, right?”

“Yep, it scared the shit out of everybody, including me.”

“Did- did my father ever come to see me during that time? At any point did he come into the room to even glance at me?” Nigel’s voice began to quiver a bit.

Chuck’s heart began to sink, not wanting to tell Nigel the truth.

“….No. I’m sorry bu-“

“What about the kids?! Did he help you take care of Sally and Elias? Did he even try to see them at any point all this time?!” Tears began to form in Nigel’s eyes.

“Nigel-“

“So he didn’t? He never once cared about what happened to his son, I could’ve been dead this entire time and it didn’t even matter as long as he got his kingdom and fortune back right?!?”

“Nigel!”

“Let me guess, I bet he even tried to already make arrangements for Sally to be wed to someone, already planning his perfect view of a future for a ten-year-old! Am I wrong Chuck?!”

Chuck was absolutely stunned by that last comment, silence filled the room except for the muffled laughter and chatter of the village outside. Nigel’s eyes were already welled up with tears as he stared at Chuck, waiting for the answer he already knew.

“Yes… He tried to… Oh Nigel I hate for you to think about these things when you’re like this.”

Nigel laid back on the pillow and tried to wipe the tears from his face, Chuck slowly approached, sat on the bed, and picked up Nigel, embracing him in his arms.

“The world nearly ended, and he had the audacity to immediately try and change the life of his own granddaughter just like he did to me. Right after everyone assumed I was dead.” Nigel squeezed Chuck tightly, as more tears fell from his cheeks, Chuck stayed quiet, letting Nigel let his emotions go and helped him calm down.

“Darling, you don’t need to see him anymore. Even when you’re no longer king you never have to see him again. What he’s done to your kids and yourself is awful, you’re a million times a better father than he has ever been for his entire life.”

“I- I just wish I c-could have been there for them. I should have known better than to let h-him even meet Sally.” Nigel stuttered as he pulled back from Charles, he was about to begin to clean up his face only for Charles to grab his cheeks gently and wiped away his tears.

“You did that out of the kindness of your heart,” Charles stated, as he kissed the top of Nigel’s head, “Max should be lucky that you’d even let him catch a glimpse of his grandchildren, and you may not could have been for them then, but you’re here now! And they absolutely love you! They won’t stop talking about what an amazing dad you are, how their daddy fought off the evil troll wizard and sacrificed himself to save us all! Yes the past was painful for everyone, but you’re here now, they have their dad back again, and that’s all that matters.”

Nigel looked at Charles in his eyes, his breathing slowing down as he realized that everything will be okay. A small smile softened on his face as he leapt onto Charles for one more hug, using all his energy to do so.

“Thank you love, but you know, they already have another dad to keep watch and love them. And I couldn’t ask for anyone other than you to be their father.” Chuck got flustered when he heard this, they’ve been together for such a long time, and he still gets butterflies in his stomach whenever Nigel said kind words to him.

“Well, this certainly has been a morning, and I haven’t even changed your clothes yet, here!” Chuck swooped an oversized sweater over Nigel’s head catching him by surprise, Nigel simply laughed and helped Chuck to try and pull his arms through the sleeves. Nigel would then finish up his medicine and get into a comfortable position to spend the rest of the day in bed.

“Heh, it’s funny, usually around this time Sal-“ Chuck couldn’t finish his sentence before the loud bang of a door being swung open, revealing a young princess Sally and her little brother Elias in the doorway.

“Daddy! You won’t believe what me and the freedom fighters found!” Sally yelled as she leapt onto the bed, grabbing a hold of her father and hugging him around the neck.

“I can’t wait to hear it!” Said Nigel in a laughing voice,

“What about you Elias? Have you got anything to show today?” Chuck asked as he motioned him to come closer.

Elias simply climbed up on Chuck’s lap and dug around in his jacket pockets, only to then pull out a dagger that clearly he shouldn’t have.

“Elias! Where did you get that?!”

“That’s so cool! Where can I get one?!”

“CHARLES.”

“Oh yeah, sorry Eli, you gotta give your old man the knife, it’s dangerous you know!” Charles sarcastically said as Elias carefully placed the dagger in Chuck’s hand. Nigel sighed and Elias climbed onto the bed to sit next to Nigel, leaning on him waiting for Sally to tell her story. As Sally began to reenact the adventure he had been on, Chuck couldn’t help but watch Nigel, his face beaming with joy and pride of his children. Despite being dragged through such devastating events, he keeps his head held high and heart full of love. And Chuck couldn’t ask for anything better.

[felikatze]

i'm thinking. abt. my ocs.

i keep noticing that devil's double has very much way too many dudes in the cast (and also calico, as well as bel & rem, who have one gender they share between them) whereas starlight wishes is exclusively women and one lizard. which represents what eras of Me i made those settings in but is also really funny.

[the-fae-folk]

Do the Fair Folk have jobs? Do they have their own currency? Do they have their own government?

Of course they do. Whatever needs to be done, they'll do it. For example, if someone decided they wanted to have some Frytour blaunched (a kind of almond-filled pastry baked in honey and wine) they would need to have someone to grow and harvest almonds, to grow ginger, to grow and process sugar, to pan for or otherwise obtain salt, someone to keep bees and to obtain their honey, wine makers, someone to obtain the oil used in cooking, and of course someone to package and send off all of those goods, someone to transport them, someone to receive them, and if the Faerie in question wasn't making it themselves they would also have someone to actually make the pastry. That isn't even taking into account all the labor involved in making just the pastry dough. For something like that you would need butter, which necessitates the keeping of dairy cows or goats. You would need eggs, which means that someone needs to keep whatever kind of birds the eggs are from, or at least go out and collect them. Flour would require tilling and planting and harvesting. And saffron, if you're inclined to be traditional, would need to be gathered as well. The Fair Folk, if they want to continue playing their games of human courts and societies, must have people to do all of those things. However, unlike our world, the folk do not necessarily need to eat. At least not to live. But eating is nice, and they would delight in grand feasts and an extravagant variety of dishes and desserts.

Some of these they used to gain from humans, as offerings. But there is much they would have had to obtain for themselves, by stealing, or by hard work. Yet unlike human society, the Fae cannot be forced into such a position unless it is what they themselves wish to do. No threat of death or starvation, and an assured eternity of doing whatever they wished, what could possibly force them to live a life they didn't want? Many of these fae do the work as a hobby, something they enjoy for the doing of it. The beekeeper likes the bees, they sing together in the soft evening light, and the bees trust them more fully than they would their own. Winemakers have perfected their work over centuries of effort, cultivating it far beyond a mere process to an artform. Assuredly there are many jobs that the fae might do. Some might carve wood into furniture or toys or mysterious wardrobes that lead to places they shouldn't. Others might make shoes or clocks or wind chimes. Whatever it is they want to do, they simply do. Those in the courts will play their own games, games of lords and ladies and power, games of kings and governments. And as long as the rest of the folk are content, then things will remain. But the memory of the Fair Ones is long, longer by far than humanity's. They are not easily preyed upon. As for coin, no. I do not think the folk have coins of metal such as humans have used throughout the ages. Yet there is much to trade that they value. Promise or deal, unbreakable once made. A memory of their own or from another. Anything can be traded. Moonlight, starlight, wind from the hilltops. Do you sell fruit from a country that no longer exists? Or buy only last edition poetry novels which will never be printed again? Or trade in beautiful fabrics of your own work? A name dealer? A seller and buyer of souls? What are you willing to give for what you want? What are you willing to take in order to give what is yours? Sometimes, if they wish to facilitate the game, or merely enjoy the work but have little use for the fruit of their labor, they might simply give it away, happy that it is being put to good use. For them, that is payment enough. Humanity is so concerned with buying and selling, so worried about the worth of things. The Folk, the Faeries, they are more often concerned with the enjoyment of life, and that to them is of the most importance because they have an eternity of it to live. So they find things to do that they love, that are meaningful to them, that bring laughter and song. So that you too might find something of their joy, here is a recipe for Frytour blaunched.

INGREDIENTS:

Finely ground almonds

Ginger - the powdered spice, not the fresh root.

Sugar

Salt - use to taste.

Pastry dough

Oil

Honey

Wine - red or white & slightly sweet.

DIRECTIONS:

Mix almonds with sugar, ginger, and a little salt - this should be a sweet, slightly spicy blend. Roll out the pastry dough. You may now make the pastry several different ways: by cutting out circles of dough, placing filling in the middle, and folding into a half-circle; by cutting out circles, squares, or triangles of pastry, placing filling in the middle of one piece and then covering with another piece of dough and sealing the edges; or by making small stuffed squares or rectangles, egg-roll style. In any case, make sure the edges of the pastry(ies) are securely sealed. Fry the pastry(ies) in hot oil until lightly browned; remove from oil and let drain. In a pot, bring the honey to a soft boil, then reduce heat. Skim off the scum as it rises. Add just enough wine to make a thick sauce. Thoroughly coat the pasty(ies) in the wine sauce, then place on a baking sheet. Bake in a hot oven for several minutes. The pastry(ies) may be basted with additional sauce during baking or immediately afterward.

[fairyspheres]

for only one sight of your starlight

He means to say something romantic, something worthy of Sappho and Shakespeare and Austin. He means to express his delight at seeing more of his demon, at seeing what he has always considered – in the privacy of his mind, at least – a forbidden fruit. The pomegranate to his Persephone, as it were. Means to say something complimentary, get Crowley’s cheeks delightfully pink again. Of course, nothing ever happens the way he wants. He opens his mouth, head full of grand ideas and grand declarations, and instead he says, full of idiotic confidence, “You have skin!” Crowley slowly looks up from where he’s been scrolling on his phone, saffron eyes bright in the light. An eyebrow raises, his eyes unblinking as they both take in Aziraphale’s words. “I…” Crowley trails off for a moment, apparently thrown by the strange and very unexpected words. He opens his mouth, closes it, then has another sip of his tea, eyebrows furrowed. “Yes? I wasn’t aware that was up for debate, Angel.”

note: there're some references to the other go fics i've written but it can be read as a stand-alone if you want

The thing is, in the many, many years that Aziraphale has known Crowley – and it truly is many. Innumerable, one could perhaps say at this point, if they were to count their first meeting in the dark and lonely abyss – he has never known Crowley to… well… to dress in outfits that show skin. Or, rather, any meaningful amount of skin, any that isn’t the barest minimum possible.

And, if he’s being completely honest with himself here (as he so seldom is), that bare minimum is really starting to grate at him. Slightly. A bit. Perhaps a bit more than a bit.

It’s not that he doesn’t love Crowley’s many, many outfits. Quite the opposite, in fact. He’s spent over six thousand years watching Crowley switch between garments, adhering to the fashion of the times with a sharpness of which even the most conscious of humans would be envious. Flowing robes in Uz, the fragile peplos in Phokis, the exquisite gowns and doublets and the ruff of the Elizabethan era, the first emergence of denim – Aziraphale has seen it all and quietly pined.

[continue reading on ao3]

[aria-ashryver]

Scents in Starlight

ive noticed this super helpful list of scents for writers popping up on my feed a lot today and it got me curious about what specific scents I have mentioned so far in my SICSIG descriptions, and whether i was making good use of scent in my scenes to create a sense of atmosphere.

Turns out I have mentioned at least 80 different scents so far, so uhh,, i'd say im doin alright on that front!

Here's a few favs ✨✨✨

The trio's individual scents

Gabriel (Cas's POV)

Golden Boy always smelled like chamomile. Chamomile and licorice and vanilla ice cream with a hint of bourbon. Sweet, but not too sweet. It was a scent so delicately fragrant that every time Cas smelled it, it made him want to punch something. He was pretty sure it wasn’t a cologne or anything — Golden Boy just smelled like that. Not that Cas spent an inordinate amount of time sniffing Adalhard, or anything.

Luca (Cas's POV)

Cas couldn’t say he’d never thought about it. Some days he’d catch a hint of Luca’s scent, the cinnamon-caramel-brandy-laced heat of their skin making him think of baked goods and decadent desserts. It was only natural for some instinctive part of him to perk up and wonder if Luca’s blood would taste as rich and sweet as they smelled.

Cas (Gabriel's POV)

Gabriel was standing in the circle Cas Harlow’s arms, his chest solid and warm against his back. This close, he could smell the vestiges of Cas’s cologne clinging to his skin.

Bright mandarin, woody cedar, the earthy spice of patchouli mixed with notes of leather.

Cassius permanent-thorn-in-his-side Harlow had no business smelling that good!

A few descriptions I like!

The rain had stopped in the time that he’d been gone; the world smelled of wet pavement and gasoline, and the air outside had a thin kind of quality to it. An empty, sucking thing. Grey. The pause before an intake of breath.

--

Flakes of off-white paint speckled their fingers as they climbed, the smells of rust and tractor oil comforting to Cas in an odd kind of way.

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When Gabriel arrived at Luca’s house after a tiresome first day back at school, it was to be met with the homely smells of sugar and vanilla wafting through the air. He breathed it in deep, something nostalgic tugging at his heart.

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The earthy smells of bursting pollen and damp moss lifted underfoot with each step of his heavy boots. A finch took off from the treetops, snapping a twig as it went.

--

Cas had smelled of melancholy when he’d arrived at the coven meeting last night. Of the hoppy, frothy tang of cheap beer and spray paint.

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He’d dreamed of them last night. Memories so clear he could all but smell the paint thinner as his sister Michaela rinsed out her paintbrushes at the kitchen sink, her easel set up in the sunny bay window where their grandmother liked to read the mail.

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Notes of bourbon clung in the air, cloying and sweet; then there was the saltier, muskier smell of sweat and leather; older scents of gasoline, concrete, and dust; smoky, electrical heat from the dim hanging lights; the bright florals of Val’s perfume cut through with notes of coffee where she stood next to him; and there, on Luca’s other side, a wild, masculine, mouth-watering scent that could only be Cas.

I'm certain I've missed several, but here's what I've described so far in Starlight!

Green / Natural

Damp earth

Pollen

Moss

Mud

Wet bark

Rain

Smoke

Cedar

Juniper resin

Pine sap

Fruit / Vegetables

Mandarin

(apparently I don't describe the scent of fruit much)

(which is criminal, bc my fav scent in the world is nectarines)

Florals / Herbs / Spices

Orchids

Lilies

Lavender

Patchouli

Cinnamon

Turmeric

Paprika

Saffron

Star anise

Fennel

Parsley

Garlic

Parmesan

Urban / Industrial

Blood (death / copper / iron - its a vampire fic, there are a lot of iterations of this one lol)

Skin

Sweat

Antiseptic

Lemon dishwashing liquid

Cold night air

Smoke

Gasoline

Leather

Diesel fumes

Wet pavement

Warm rubber

Dust

Paint thinner

Hot, old electronics

Concrete

Candle smoke

Bubblegum scented gel markers

Shampoo

Nail polish

Moisturiser

Mist of a freshly-used shower

Floral perfume

Musky cologne

Damp carpet (post-flooding)

Pine-based cleaning products

Plastic

Cotton sheets

Spray paint

Rust

Tractor oil

Cheap beer

Weed

Bong water

Food

Coffee

Freshly-baked brownies

Burnt toast

Vanilla extract

Baking cupcakes

Sugar-scented air

Caramel

Churros

Brandy

Bourbon

Chamomile

Vanilla ice cream

Licorice

Beef stew

Black pepper

Bacon

Pancakes

Sourdough pizza

This list was so fun to put together! And it just makes me want to describe scent even more; its so very evocative in establishing mood and making scenes feel more immersive.