#the glittering sapphire butterfly

[heartnosekid]

the glittering sapphire (lasaia agesilas) | borboletasoestesc on ig

[luvmist]

Hey can I request a aonung x reader

Where Aonung gives a necklace made of shell to the reader who is a Sully. The next day one of her brothers wonders why she has a new necklace.

Thank you and have a great day!!

GRAVE (1.6k) part two.

ao’nung x f! na’vi reader.

COMPENDIUM: when thick tension turns to potent love, can it truly stay hidden?

WARNINGS: suggestive flirting, kissing, strong language, fluff and humor mostly, a bit of angst, shifts between flash backs and flash forwards, sully fam being nosy

LOLA SAYS: i liked this request sm i may have gotten carried away lol. apologies. but either way i hope u enjoy anon. still tryna explore ao’nungs character plus still extremely new to writing. so i hope this is acceptable. also ik the title sounds grimey but this fic is p lighthearted. drew inspo from a poem as well as a song. as always, please mutilate me with criticism and correction so i can improve

you’re not entirely sure how it happened. misted vision prevailed over timeline and verity. however, it is safe to say that if someone had told you upon your initial arrival to the reef, that no less than four months later you’d be sneaking around with the olo'eyktan’s indisputably insufferable son, your incredulity would’ve been comical.

wistfully recalling the first time you’d seen him — hard eyes. firm and arrogant. guard up, unsmiling. stunning. holding tight onto kiri’s hand, your own eyes acknowledged the gradual gathering of the metkayina clan around your family. regardless, your sight was consumingly preoccupied with him. he stared back. the blue of his irises were fervid. at the time, you dismissed it as anger. a reaction to your family’s invasion and unfamiliarity. it was not that. but in the moment, you remained ignorant. a twisting enthral of unknown sentiments travelled through your stomach as you stubbornly kept his intense gaze. butterflies. you clutched your sisters hand tighter.

cerulean water engulfed your waist. an hour had passed since olo'eyktan tonowari and thasìk ronal had granted your family uturu. learning the metkayina’s craft and method seemed to be laced with under tones of compelling urgency. around you stood your siblings, and infront of you, three na’vi. rotxo, a calm and charming boy. tsireya, an unfathomably pure spirit. and him. you tried to listen attentively, but how could you? his stare was vivid. you mustn’t look, but you do. and oh, how the thrill of the sapphire orbs that you’re met with is worth the missed explanations you’re being fed by an eager tsireya. slowly, the side of his mouth curves upwards. not into a smile, but rather a smirk. smug. turning your head defiantly, you keep your focus on his sister. although, you weren’t sure if you were defying his pomposity or the ever present glittering feeling inside your own chest.

days passed, and tension thickened. you were quick to learn the boys’ name. you were quick to learn the boys’ ways. ao’nung had a knack for coming up with a snarky remark in any given situation. ao’nung was fiercely loyal to his friends, and rejected change. ao’nung enjoyed teasing people. ao’nung felt comfortable in positions of dominance. ao’nung was sly, strategic and innovative. yet often acted on impulse. and above all, ao’nung was an exceptionally determined man. once he had centred his desire, not one thing could deter his aim.

in short, ao’nung had chosen you. pridefully, you had rejected his advances. wanting to make him feel just as refused as he had made your family feel. your sister. but this only fuelled his combative love for a challenge. and thus, he began pursuing you. you didn’t deny yourself any conscious apprehension, you were attracted to him. and yes, he did have an effect on you, and yes, there was a blatant connection. but no, you absolutely would not allow yourself to be swooned. yet unfortunately unlike ao’nung, your determination falls flaccid when your riveting heart begins to enchant your spirit with an unexplainable and irrevocable emotion.

ao’nung decorated the next month and a half of your life. he would flirt, rather blatantly. staring, so much staring. he liked when you would look away. putting his broad chest against your back and whispering to you. he knew he made you nervous. but soon, the boyish smirk that remained plastered to his face, changed. it became a smile. a real, true smile. one he reserved only for you. and his eyes, cold and stern, became tender. bright. and only then did your indignant resistance finally cease. only then did you allow yourself to fall. and fall you did. you recall the moment you stopped running, it was a simple moment. all you remember was him, the waves, and his voice. he said your name. just your name. you liked how he said your name. like you, really liked it.

within a week your mind was mush. he invaded every sense, thought and moment. sitting next to him on the peer, legs swinging from the wooden dock as the fish swam below your feet. glowing coral and treasures.

“will you let me take you out, already?” he started.

“and be seen in public with you? no way.” you respond. smile evident in your voice. it wasn’t entirely a joke. after you accepted your desire, the principal reason you had avoided taking ao’nung up on his suggestions and invites (or rather pleas and desperate whining), was because of your family. it was terrifying, not knowing what they would think if they found out you had grown a feverish affection for the same boy who almost got your brother killed. the same boy who tormented your sister. your kiri. the thought of their disapproval and anguished disappointment paralysed you. he knew.

“ma yn” he spoke. a vocation, telling you to look at him. once you did, “we don’t have to tell them, for now. just please. open your heart to me—” he was crying. shit. he was really crying. he pulled you roughly into his chest, his face in your neck “it was a hunt before, i see that. but now, it’s no longer your infernal presence that tortures me. i have taken your soul into mine, and through you i have become a man.” he became quiet. “just please. fuck. please. please.” his lashes were wet against your skin. he was so desperate. aching to give you the love his hands, spirit and mind implored him to encase you in. begging. begging you to let him take care of you. you finally answered him, “we have to take this to the grave.” he only nodded in response, and with an open mouth he wrote his name on your throat. by the end of it, you were shivering.

he walked you to your marui afterwards. both of you in fits of laughter, tears long forgotten. “you’re gonna come see me ride tomorrow. my first tsurak.” he stated. he was staring at the sand. “and why would i do that, ao’nung?” he took his time responding. usually, his pace was rapid. his wit conjuring responses faster than he could process them. “cause you’re my girl.” he finally looked up.

instantly, everything ao’nung had been saying made sense. all that talk about man and woman, torture and growth. it had aligned itself in you like a constellation. you understood now. looking at him, he was grand. vast and big. towering over you. his hands, just as large and calloused as they were amatory. strong arms. thick neck. jaw clenched. deep, vehement voice. it’s like you were suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was male. powerful. protective. tender. your mouth fell slightly ajar, his muscular arms wrapped despairingly around your waist. you felt it most then. all that man. how much he made you feel like a woman. you let out a shaky breath. only three words in all existence could express your present notion. “i see you.” it was barley audible, yet it was more than enough. and with that, he kissed you.

the deal was simple — tell no one. in public, you were mere acquaintances. yet behind closed doors, you were vigorously infatuated with one an other. he’d stare in a group setting til you were tugging him away when no one was looking. stealing kisses. part of the routine. secret whispered nothings in your ear. date nights, after eclipse. he’d take you swimming, or to the spirit tree. he quickly became your life source. your oxygen. as if you were holding your breath all day and his kisses were the only thing that could finally ease your burning lungs.

“let’s take it to the grave” you’d say

hours spent craving each other. loving words, he’d spill them while you traced patterns on his chest.

“they’ll never find out how bad we behave” he’d assure

on his lap, with his lips on your neck as you told him about your day. breathing in his musk, feeling him mumble into your throat. “i made you something” you manage to make out his muffled words. “you did, ma nung?” you say, giggling already. his grip on your waist tightens. “yeah.” he smiles into your warm skin. one of his hands leave your waist and begin rummaging around in his burlap satchel he had lazily chucked on the sand. you hear clinking before you’re presented with a necklace. a very pretty necklace. “ao’nung” you whisper, one hand flying up to cover your mouth. it’s a shell necklace, traditional metkayina ornamentation. a halitosis rests in the center with smaller trinkets circling the remaining space. he raises his eyebrows, smirking already. “you like it?” you look at him. “it’s perfect. thank you.” “let’s see it on then, turn around.”

later, sitting cross legged in your marui, you face a mindlessly unprecedented challenge. “what’s that?” asks your brother, plopping down next to you. “what are you on about.” you deadpan. “that necklace, where’d you get it?” you look up at neteyam. “huh? what are you guys talking about.” lo’ak chips in. lo’ak, who had been with you all afternoon and had not noticed the necklace, whereas neteyam pointed it out within minutes of being back. typical.

“uh, i made it.” you answer. trying your hardest to sound nonchalant. “that’s nonsense. you can’t bead jewellery for shit.” lo’ak stated. “well i managed didn’t i?” you shoot back. “yn.” neteyam, this time. “you realize you always hide your thumbs when you lie?” he continues. you sharply look down and sure enough, he was right. you were clenching your thumbs tight in your hands. when did you start doing that? indignantly you look back up at an amused neteyam. opening your mouth, only to find yourself speechless.

could you really take this to the grave?

[mariclerc]

hiiiii, can i request a story of a special anniversary dinner with charles? ❤️

Thank you for this request, I thought it was something very cute and I decided to do it because it is a very nice idea. I hope you can enjoy it! ❤️

An unforgettable anniversary♡ | cl16

Summary: Where Charles makes his anniversary something totally magical and incredible for both of you, all for his special girl.

Warnings: Nothing, just Charles being adorable and a hopeless romantic with you... And maybe a little bit of an intimate moment at the end.

Author note: My requests are open in case you like stories from any other driver ;)

You're standing in front of your closet, a million dresses laid out before you. Charles sits on the bed, watching you with amusement like he always do.

"Still haven't chosen, mon amour? You look adorable in every one, you know." He said with a smile on his face.

"I don't know, Charles. I want everything to be perfect tonight. It's our anniversary!" you said while blushing a little.

"It already is perfect, mon petit chou... Just being with you is all I could ever ask for." He said as he walked towards you and then wrapped his arms around your waist.

"But I want it to be special for you too. You always make every day and night special for me." you turned around in his arms.

"Well, then I guess I have to step up my game, don't I?" He said chuckling and then he scans the dress. "Hmm, that emerald green one would make your eyes sparkle like stars. But maybe the sapphire blue is more your style?"

"You're terrible! I can't decide!" You smiled.

He picks up the green dress "Here, let me help you princess." He helps you into the dress, his touch sending shivers down your spine when he helps you zip up your dress. "See? You look absolutely breathtaking!"

"You really think so?"

"I know so! You're the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out." his gaze is intense on you.

He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. Your heart melts at his action.

"You make me feel like I can fly." You murmured against his lips.

Pulling back with a grin. "Then let's go soar, my little angel." He takes your hand and leads you out of the apartment.

-

At the restaurant, Charles asks for a secluded table in a dimly lit corner. He pulls out your chair and you slide in, feeling like you are the only people in the world.

"This table is for serious lovebirds only, you know?" he said while smiling conspiratorially.

"Oh really? And what kind of lovebird am I?" you said as you giggled.

He thinks while having a gleam in his eyes. "Hmm, let me see. You're my delicate hummingbird, with a heart that beats like a hummingbird's wings. You're my shy orchid, blossoming only for me to see."

"And you?" you asked teasingly.

"I'm your loyal hawk, always soaring above, protecting you with my wings. I'm your sunbeam, chasing away the shadows and making you laugh."

You both erupt in laughter, your shyness forgotten for a moment. The night unfolds with delicious food, stolen kisses, and whispered secrets. Charles makes you blush with his compliments, and you call him your "mon coeur battant" - your beating heart.

As you walk back to your apartment, hand-in-hand with Charles, the city lights paint playful patterns on the pavement. Your laughter echoes in the quiet street, the memory of your nicknames still tingling on your lips. Reaching your front door, Charles turns to you with a twinkle in his eye.

"This isn't the end of our anniversary celebration, mon chou. Not yet."

He pulls out a small velvet box from his pocket, his smile warming you from the inside out. Your heart quickens, a butterfly landing in your stomach.

"Charles, is that...?"

He opens the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a single glittering pendant – a star, just like the ones twinkling above.

"My little star deserves to shine even brighter. Will you do me the honor of wearing it, mon amour?"

Tears well up in your eyes as you nod, speechless. He gently clasps the necklace around your neck, he kissed the back of your neck as he released the necklace, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Every time you look at it, remember that you light up my world, just like these stars light up the night."

You lean in, your lips meeting his in a slow, passionate kiss. The taste of champagne and chocolate lingers on your tongues, a sweet reminder of the delicious evening. As you pull away, breathless, Charles pulls you close.

"Now, come on, my star. I have another surprise for you."

He takes your hand and leads you back inside, disappearing down the hallway. You follow, curiosity swirling in your stomach. He stops in front of the living room, and as you step through the doorway, your jaw drops.

The room is transformed. Fairy lights twinkle across the ceiling, casting a soft glow on the space. Candles flicker on the coffee table, surrounded by rose petals and scattered photographs – snapshots of your journey together. A jazz melody plays softly in the background, setting the mood for romance.

"Welcome to our second act, mon petit chou. A night just for us, under the stars."

He smiles, his eyes reflecting the candlelight. Your heart overflows with love and gratitude. Tonight, with your own personal galaxy swirling around you, you know this anniversary will stay etched in your memory forever. Charles pulls you closer, his warm hand finding yours.

"Dance with me, mon étoile," he murmurs, his voice as smooth as melted chocolate.

The jazz melody swells, inviting you to sway. You glance at the scattered photos on the coffee table, each one a precious memory: your first date at the Italian restaurant, laughing as you tried to pronounce the gnocchi; the adrenaline rush of skydiving together in Dubai, Charles cheering you on as you leaped out of the plane; the quiet joy of baking cookies in your tiny kitchen, flour dusting your faces like snow. Every moment, no matter how extravagant or simple, has a very special memory in you.

A smile blooms on your face. You take his outstretched hand, stepping closer to him. He guides you into a slow waltz, his touch light but firm. Your bodies move in perfect harmony, the rhythm of the music weaving its way through your souls.

As you dance, you lose yourself in the warmth of his gaze, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear, secrets shared only under the twinkling fairy lights. He spins you out, then pulls you back close, his breath tickling your cheek.

Charles dips you low, his eyes smoldering with desire. Your heart pounds in your chest, a drum solo echoing against the silence.

He pulls you up, his hands trailing up your back, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice a husky whisper.

"Shall we make our own constellation tonight, mon amour?"

The world shrinks to just the two of you, the fairy lights blurring into a starry canvas. You answer him with a trembling kiss, your lips melting into his. He guides you to the bedroom, the air thick with unspoken promises.

The rest of the night unfolds like a dream. Laughter mingles with moans, the rhythm of your hearts a counterpoint to the soft glow of the candles. You explore each other's bodies, rediscovering the familiar and reveling in the unknown.

In the quiet aftermath, you lie curled up beside Charles, his arm wrapped protectively around you. You trace the star necklace with your fingers, its cool metal a soothing touch against your skin.

"Charles," you whisper, your voice husky with love, "this was the most perfect anniversary ever."

He kisses your forehead, his lips warm against your skin.

"Every day with you is an anniversary, ma chérie," he murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep. "And tonight, we made our own constellation."

Sleep overtakes you, the warmth of your love a comforting blanket against the night. Above you, the fairy lights twinkle, whispering secrets only you and Charles can hear. The night has ended, but the magic of your anniversary has just begun.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Slides in for cursed Ultramarine facts.

Blue is an extremely difficult colour to manufacture for the purposes of colouring ceramite, particularly in the Imperium, where access to naturally occurring pigments is increasingly limited due to the poor state of most planetary ecosystems.

This is, as you might imagine, a problem when your entire chapter and a basically all of your successor chapters wear blue armour, and require that blue armour to be maintained and rebuilt and recoloured due to frequent battle damage. Even with Guilliman pulling political strings to get Ultramar preferential access to shipments and sources of blue dye, there are often long stretches of time where repaired or newly refurbished pieces of armour will be coloured a default metallic grey. This is wholly unavoidable due to the way the Imperium has operated, and continues to operate.

With one exception.

Very rarely, a migratory species of warp entity will embark on a crossing through Ultramar. It is impossible to predict when this will happen, and no one is wholly sure why, but every so often one of Guilliman's worlds will be party to a migration of small, butterfly-like creatures. They are a rich, ethereal blue, winging fairly close to the ground and leaving soft sapphire light trails in their wake. Many thousands of them move through at a time, appearing seemingly from nowhere and fading gently away less than ten minutes later. They are not known to be harmful in any way, and actually evoke powerful feelings of joy and wonder (directed at the creatures). This is suspected to be a defense mechanism to compensate for how fragile and eye-catching they are.

They are so fragile, in fact, that any kind of mildly forceful physical contact will cause them to burst apart in a shower of dust and viscera the same shade as their forms.

Unfortunately, this mixture seeps into metals and fabrics extremely well, colouring them blue at a molecular level permanently.

However, because they are not creatures of the physical world, and present for such a little time, striking them with weapons or attempting to use containment devices on them will fail, and they will simply phase through the contacting item or energy field. A direct blow from a being with a soul, however, will effectively slay them, though the emotional distress caused by destroying something that brings such joy is considerable.

Regardless, blue pigment is low, and time is short, so a migration of blue butterflies on any of Ultramar's planets is always accompanied by frantic droves of fully armoured marines careening through the glittering flight, sobbing, weeping openly as they smear the folorn remains of countless dead insects all over their armour. The feedback of sorrow at so many of their deaths is such that some marines will start screaming brokenly, the sounds mingling horribly as dozens of vox beads convey shared horror at such brutality.

They know what has to be done, however, and so the marines continue to rub pulped up butterflies into their pauldrons even as their helmets fill with tears.

[caffiend-queen]

Do NOT Say 'Always After My Lucky Charms,' Or I Will Stab You

Welcome to another addition to the Holidays in Hel series! Where Loki and Mina attempt to save the Avengers from yet another catastrophic holiday fuckup.

I've been cleaning up and adding bits to my Holidays in Hel series because really, it's my favorite. I hope you enjoy, and thank you as always for reading!

Chapter Two: "Why Do I Always Smell Like Something Dead That Washed Up On The Beach?"

In which Mina discovers that the Fair Folk are not only not Fair, they're kind of assholes, and it's looking like another holiday shot straight to Hel.

Mina...

“Wh- where the hell am I?”

You were in the middle of a miraculous forest clearing with brightly colored birds swooping gracefully and gnarled tree trunks that looked ready to come alive and scold you. The sky was a vaguely eerie lavender and a single, wistful pipe was sending out a delicate tune on the wind. You could just see the sparkling sapphire and golden tints of a wide river meandering through the woods. Anxiously checking, you heaved a sigh of relief to see you were still in your sweater and tartan kilt. And, you were resting on a bed … uh … couch… “Is this like a throne?” you mumbled, “Because there’s that one spiky part that looks like it’s got a crown carved into it, but there’s blankets and… why does this shit happen to me?” The couch/bed/throne whatever you were sitting on was remarkably comfortable and rose grandly above the clearing. “So was I roofied? Loki’s the one who bought the drinks, so… Poofed? Is there someone aside from Loki who can poof people in and out of bars? Ugh. I’m beginning to feel like John McClane in Die Hard, why is it always us?”

One of the tiny, jeweled butterflies ventured closer to you and made an inquiring sort of sound. Admiring its iridescent patterns, you crooned, “Hello, you little sweetie. Don’t suppose you could show me where the exit is, huh?” The glittering creature landed lightly on your upturned hand, and two eyes popped open above the concealing swirls on its thorax. You jumped a little, “Oh! Hey, look at you! I don’t suppose you talk?” There was another delightful, high trill from the butterfly, and then a shocking amount of pain as it chomped down on the sensitive webbing between your thumb and forefinger. 

“OW! You little shit!” You shook your hand furiously but the butterfly had surprisingly sharp teeth and stubbornly hung on until you smacked it sharply on the head with your index finger. “Bad! Bad butterfly!” With a spiteful chitter, the creature fluttered away.

“Babe! You’re up!” Two arms wrapped around you like a particularly stubborn strain of ivy, a hand heading straight for your breasts.

And suddenly you were fighting off the long-limbed advances of a very handsome man.

An extremely gorgeous man with pointed ears.

“Hands off, pal! Who the Hel are you?”

He chuckled indulgently, leering at you - shit, were his eyes silver? - and took a swig of something out of the golden cup with one hand while gripping you around the waist with the other. You managed to eel free from his grip - mainly because you knew his attention was on his cocktail. Stumbling back, you took a wild look around before focusing again on him.

He was beautiful. Beautiful in the perfect, unearthly way that Loki was. Likely as tall and perfectly muscled with long, flowing golden hair and pointed ears.

Pointed. Fucking. Ears.

“Aw, damn it. You’re one of the Fae, aren’t you?” Loki had warned you about those guys.

The elf smiled again, full red lips and so alluring as his lids dropped to half-mast, looking you over thoroughly. "You are so hot. Babe, we are gonna PARTY," he paused, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “and then I'm gonna find your pot o' gold.“ He chortled loudly and for a minute, he reminded you of your ex-boyfriend Ted, president of his fraternity and notorious for the high alcohol poisoning rate on campus.

“I beg your pardon?” you gasped, “Look, I don’t care who you are- just send me back, and- wait, where’s Monty? You didn’t hurt the poor guy, did you?”

He began laughing magnificently, really, no other word would do, his head thrown back and mouth open to show his sharp, white teeth. “I am that shriveled-up old dude. I’m Monty with just a touch of glamour to make me ordinary. Now look at the real me! What a step up in your love life, huh?”

You glanced over your shoulder - was there an exit around here? A portal? A Greyhound bus? “This cannot be happening,” you groaned. “Yeah, uh… your name’s not really Monty, what is it?”

Taking another gulp of mead, or whatever the Hel the Fae drank these days, and giving an extremely rude belch, your supermodel fairy kidnapper offered, "Aengus. Prince of the Tuatha Dé Danan." He winked at you over the goblet he was drinking from, "And your fairy for Youth, Love, and Summer. I know you're honored, 'cause you are my chosen lady-babe."

“Angus?” you attempted.

“No, babe. Just- it’s Ah-hen-gess.” He put his long fingers on your jaw.

“Uh, Ah-hingus?” you tried again.

“Draw it out, gorgeous, just elongate your jaw like a snake and say, “Ah-he- Look, never mind, babe. Here,” he thrust a goblet (chalice? flagon?) into your hand and you sniffed at it. “Uisce beatha. The good stuff. It’s the second most delicious thing to come out of Ireland.” The smarmy bastard had the nerve to look pointedly down at his junk as he said this.

“M’lord, the other humans are totally bitching about getting stuck in the tree castle. You want me to knock ‘em out?” Another spectacularly good-looking elf with the body of a Ken doll and the expression of a village simpleton interrupted your little interlude.

“You- wait, there’s other humans here?” You froze in your efforts to bat away the wandering hands of Aengus and frowned at him. “How many people did you kidnap?”

Glaring at his tattle-tale elf buddy, your captor tried to smooth it over. “Babe, don’t worry about them. Let’s chill, take some clothes off, drink a brew or two…” he leaned forward, his beautiful face wearing a dashing grin. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine. It’s…” he giggled, “magically delicious!”

“Really? Oh, my god, just- geddoff me! I mean it! You do not want the Hel that is about to rain down on you in the form of my boyfriend Loki!”

Both elves stopped dead and stared at you. Aengus even put his flagon of uisce beatha down. “Did you say… Loki?” he asked hoarsely.

You rarely invoked the Name of Loki. You preferred to handle your own problems. You didn’t expect or even want Loki to get involved in all the petty details of your life because he had a tendency to attempt to take them all over in order to “assist” you. But if it freaked out these douchey Irish Fae then you were going to wield Loki’s reputation like a blunt instrument.

So… “Yes!” you hissed threateningly, “You’ve interrupted a very important night for us and Loki, Prince of Asgard, rightful King of Jotunheim and God of Mischief and Lies does NOT like to be disappointed!” 

You were pissed. You didn’t get your traditional corned beef and cabbage dinner. You did not get lucky with Loki - wait, that sounded like a dating show - but this was really the worst kind of bullshit! You may have been shy when Loki first plucked you off Madison Avenue (literally) but time and a series of disastrous holiday fuckups had definitely helped you find your voice. And your temper. You leaned forward, staring into his startled silver eyes. “And of course, you probably know Loki best as the most terrifying of the ten things that invaded Ireland. Remember the Vikings? I’ll bet you do, Angus!”

“Aengus,” he correctly absently before looking at the other freaked-out fairy. “Get the other babes, I don’t care if they’re hot, this is turning into a total buzzkill, man.”

Your eyes widened, Shit, did I just get us all killed by invoking the name of Loki? 

Loki...

“Why does this always happen to us?”

It could have been any one of the Avengers whining, and really, Loki had to agree it was a reasonable question. It had been repeated over and over, on every holiday since Stark had first insisted he attend the billionaire’s ridiculous Yule festivities.

“We are cursed,” Thor said, slumped over Mjölnir, which he had been swinging around in an extremely unsafe fashion as he shouted about “Betrayal!” and “Vengeance!” until he’d nearly caved in the skull of one of the terrified bartenders and had been threatened by Tony. 

“I will shave you bald. Point Break, if you don’t put that stumpy piece of shit down! You remember that doorman you put into a coma? Do you? That was Happy’s second cousin’s kid!” 

Trying to ignore them all, Loki was walking through the deeply uncomfortable patrons of the Dead Rabbit, which had been locked down the moment they discovered their dates had been - yet again - abducted. Bucky was following close enough to have scuffed his exquisite Bolvaint onyx dress shoes, but, well, there was more important business at hand. Also, anyone willing to attempt to get testy about being detained was instantly quelled by Bucky’s glare. 

Leaning in close to Loki, he murmured, “What are we looking for?”

Lips barely moving, he answered, “Our women were taken through some portal with that vile troll Monty,” Loki sneered, “so I am attempting to discover this portal. But upon occasion, a creature of supernatural origin might also act as the portal. So no one shall leave until -” His sharp eyes just barely caught a tuft of hair moving stealthily along the mahogany bar, and he vaulted over the shining expanse and seized the tuft of hair and the body attached to it.

“Saor mé nó bás!” The diminutive man was kicking at Loki fiercely, though his legs were too short to make contact.

Holding him up to eye level, he snarled back, “Phooka, I should have known. You must be mad to attempt Maidentheft here!”

“Wait?” Steve poked his head over the bar. “Maidens? Theft? Is this some human trafficking ring?”

“Of a sort,” Loki said, not taking his gaze from the writhing Phooka. “The Fae enjoy stealing mortal brides upon occasion. But the victim must agree to dance with them first before they can be pulled through the portal.” He gave the flailing creature a brisk shake that nearly took his tufted red head from his body. “You are the portal, goblin! Where have you sent them!”

Steve just couldn’t help himself. “Don’t you mean Leprechaun? Or is that rude? Little person? Or-”

“Call him what you want, Capsicle,” barked Tony, “but he’s snatched the girls and we need them back! Pepper’s never going to let me forget this, so let Loki do his mystical mojo shit before she has me sleeping out on the balcony for the next year!”

“Ní inseoidh mé go deo! Lig saor mé!” The glamour was wearing off Phooka and his limbs were lengthening, hair turning long and silver-blond. But then the image shimmered and he returned to the gnarled little creature he’d been before. 

“Oh, no, Cluricaun, I will not release you. In fact,” Loki’s arm raised higher, easily holding the struggling creature at eye level, “I shall bind you into this form forever.”

“Nil! Nil!” he screeched, thrashing like a trout on the hook.

“Oh, yes…” purred Loki, an unholy look of joy gleaming in his eyes, “no longer of the Fair Folk, the beautiful creature who bespells all who see him. You shall be in this lumpy, repugnant form forever. Warts covering every inch of you. Oozing pus.” Phooka shrieked and kicked, fruitlessly waving his stubby arms as Loki’s grip remained steady. 

Bucky pulled an alarmingly large KA-BAR USMC Utility knife from… somewhere. The dim light of the bar glinted off of it as he pointed it at the troll that kidnapped his Darcy. “Let me soften him up for you, huh?” Everyone crowding around them backed up three steps.

“No need, my friend. Is there, Imp?"

Looking angrily between them, the creature slumped in Loki’s grasp. Expertly spinning his knife between his fingers, Bucky looked at the rest of the Avengers. “Armor up. Let’s go get our women.”

Mina...

“No hard feelings, huh?” Aengus was examining his perfectly shaped fingernails and flicked off a bit of a fish scale. “Your dudes should be here sometime, so… you know.”

“Wait, what?” You were waist-deep in fish guts. Pepper was sliding headfirst off a mountain of what looked like rotting seaweed and slime, and Jane and Darcy were trying to fend off the seagulls who were apparently assuming they were part of the fish offal and thus fair game. “No hard feelings? You kidnapped us, you dick! And now you’re leaving us… where the hell is this, anyway?”

There would be no further information forthcoming from Prince Asshole of the Fae, because Aengus and his fairy henchmen disappeared with a sparkly ‘pop!’

“What the hell just happened?” screeched Darcy, swiping at a seagull trying to get his beak into her hair. “Get off me, you flying barnacle!”

“I’m… I don’t know,” you admitted, trying to raise one foot out of the fish guts and losing a shoe. “Ugh! This is so nasty! But I think I freaked him out by telling him we know Loki and this was really going to piss him off.”

Pepper was gagging as she slid sideways in the disintegrating fish intestines, her immaculate white suit now an unspeakable Rorschach test of nausea. “How long before your boyfriend figures out where we are, Mina?”

“Loki’s not some kind of a magical bloodhound,” you groaned, “I dunno. Did these idiots try to hide us, or is this like just dumping us off on the side of the highway like a carjacker leaving you to die?" Looking around as you struggled to free yourself from the decaying remains of what had to be half the sea life in the Atlantic Ocean, you were getting concerned that this was option number two.

There was no sign of life around you. 

“Now what?” sulked Hedley Kow, who’d really been looking forward to scoring on this night, of all nights! The Fair Folk were all hot, but man, there was something about bagging a human chick… there was nothing like it. Unfortunately, he’d attempted to woo Natasha, so he was currently sporting two black eyes and a broken arm.

Sighing elaborately, Aengus glared at him. “Ring up the Aos sí. You know there are some serious babes there, especially the Pinkets. Tell ‘em we got barrels of Uisce beatha and a live band. Those chicks will be topless by midnight!”

Loki...

When their feet hit the ground of wherever they’d been portal’ed to, the Avengers were ready. Armed, teeth gnashing, weapons bristling, and ready to bring down the entire Leprechaun Kingdom to avenge their abducted comrades. But there was no one to admire their ferocious presentation, aside from a couple of listless seagulls pecking at the bloated carcass of what was possibly a seal.

“Are you sure we’re at the right place?” Steve said doubtfully, “I just figured the Fairies would have a… fancier setup?”

“We are in the correct place,” snarled Loki, “but not in the kingdom of the Fair Folk. They have discarded the women in this benighted place.”

Tony was levitating in his suit, thrusters firing randomly as he turned in one direction, and then the other, trying to spot Pepper and the others. Loki could feel a searing headache creeping up his spine as he had to put out the small fire Tony’s suit had created on a dilapidated shed before he set this malodorous fishing slum ablaze. 

“Hey…” Bucky put down his AK-47. “I think I know where we are. This is Port. It’s an abandoned village on this tiny island off the coast of Ireland. Donegal. In World War Two, we were doing reconnaissance on the Nazis…” His ocean eyes went blank for a minute before he seemed to reboot again. “It’s supposed to be haunted. It smelled like fish guts and mildew. That part’s just the way I remember it.”

Spreading his long, pale fingers, Loki created a sizzling rope of green fire. He whispered to it, twirled it in an endless loop between his hands, and then flung it free, like a bird set loose from its cage and it soared toward the sea. “They are here,” he said, “but hidden. The Fae are spiteful, even in defeat.”

“Hey, what’s that?” Darcy was pointing a fingernail with chipped red polish at the sky.

Sliding free from the pile of fish offal, Jane still managed to slip and fall into a particularly rotted, gelatinous mass. “Damnit!” she howled, Just So Done With This.

Putting a hand over her eyes and trying to shield them from the salt-laced wind, Mina squinted. “That’s…” she knew that signature, the coils of green flame twisting elegantly as it circled around them. “That’s from Loki.” She gave an excited little jump and slipped too, ending up on her ass with a “splat!’ in a decaying barrel of… of course, fish guts. “Ugh! But that means they’re here. They’re looking for us! HEY!” Mina shouted, jumping up and down, waving her filthy arms, “Here! We’re over here!”

Within an instant, the tall, beautiful form of her lover, her god, her Loki stood before her, cradling her face in his cool hands. “And here you are, lovely.” He bent to kiss her but Mina backed away. 

“Don’t! I love you and I’m so glad you found us but don’t touch me! You’ll have to burn that suit and you know I love the Tom Ford jackets on you!” Loki’s elegant nose was wrinkling, despite his best efforts and she sighed. “Why is it that I always smell like something dead that washed up on the beach whenever you rescue me?”

“Ah,” he raised one finger, gently tapping her nose. “I did not rescue you on this particular disastrous holiday. The Fae set you free.” She shivered, looking doubtfully around the filthy pier and Loki chuckled, pulling off his jacket and helping her into it, mourning briefly. It really was one of his favorites… ah, well. “How could this happen? We were prepared for battle.”

“It was genius,” Jane said approvingly, “Mina terrified them into releasing us.”

“How?” asked Thor, clumsily petting her hair and snarling it into dreadlocks with a hint of decomposing marine life lacquer. 

“She evoked the name of Loki” Darcy interrupted, as she always did. “She scared the shit out of the head fairy guy. Man, were those assholes a letdown! I thought fairies were supposed to be so magical and mysterious? They were like frat guys! Even stupider than frat guys, which I did not know was possible.”

Loki raised one elegant black brow. “Really, my clever girl? What did you say that so discouraged them? The group of you are an extremely desirable prize to the Fae.” The women simultaneously looked at themselves and shuddered as one. “Well, not at this moment,” he allowed, “but you are delectable.”

Mina allowed herself the smallest smirk, the tiniest bit of gloating. “I told that dickhead Aengus that surely he remembered that of the ten most terrifying things that invaded Ireland, you were the worst.”

“I was there also!” protested Thor, who’d given up on trying to soothe Jane and was attempting to wipe off the gelatinous fish residue from his hands. “I was very terrifying! The Fae must sing songs of my power in battle-”

“Yes, yes brother,” Loki interrupted, emerald eyes narrowed, “did you say Aengus?”

Mina nodded vigorously. “Yeah, that shut down his sleazy seduction scene in a hurry. You should have seen-”

His elegant hands waved furiously in the air, and they all disappeared from the dilapidated remains of Port with a loud “Pop!” that scared the seagulls.

The stink from the group was so appalling by the time Loki had “poofed” them back into the Tower that F.R.I.D.A.Y. politely informed them that, “I have taken the liberty of opening the gym showers for your group, and there will be a cart to take your clothes to the incinerator.”

Watching something that might have been a fish eyeball fall out of her hair and swirl down the shower drain, Mina smiled a little to see even Natasha, who had somehow remained untouched gratefully lean into the warm water. “Everyone okay?”

“You know that when the tower’s AI refuses to let you on the residential floors without a decontamination that you smell really, really bad,” sighed Pepper, shampooing her hair for the third time.

But finally clean at last and dressed in warm, fresh clothes, Mina sighed with relief, falling into the firmly muscled arms of Loki. “Thank you for being historically terrifying, sweetheart.”

“But I was there, too!” protested Thor, still upset and looking vaguely ridiculous in borrowed sweats that barely reached his shins. “Did the sprite not mention me?”

“Uh…” Mina was trying to not actually inhale the corned beef and cabbage dinner, grabbing another scoop of creamy Colcannon before Bucky took it all. Tony was insistent that no one was heading off to bed without polishing off the Irish dinner his chefs prepared. “Try the mustard sauce, Loki,” she said, spooning some of the fragrant yellow sauce onto his corned beef. “So, I still don’t get this. Leprechauns are really just fairy guys who use it as a disguise to trick human women into like, dating them?”

Loki shrugged, elegantly slicing into his meal. “There are Leprechauns. But they care for nothing but their gold. Their interaction with mortals is minimal. But their appearance is one easily taken and the Deamhna Aerig can use it to walk among you. No sweet girl like you would turn down a dance from…” he sneered despite his attempts to remain calm, “such as Monty, now would you?”

His Mina’s chin went up, a bad sign. “I won’t ever be sorry for being kind to people.”

Sighing, he tried to backtrack. “I know, lovely. But this is also what these craven fools count on.”

Natasha was finishing off another two fingers of Redbreast 15-year whiskey. Slamming the glass back on the table, she said, “What matters now is what happens to this мудак! How do we teach them a lesson?”

Even knowing he was about to say something terrible, something probably rather evil, Mina still felt a tingle in her girl parts as Loki leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as a slow, savage grin spread across his beautiful face. “мой друг, this is happening as we enjoy our dinner. Though,” he added graciously, knowing the Russian’s desire to handle her own ‘business,’ "I am happy to deliver the fool who assaulted you to a location of your choice for your own brand of justice.”

She just couldn’t help it, Natasha started laughing, this arrogant сволочь knew her so well. “I’m looking forward to seeing your Evil Genius. I assume you have a way for us to enjoy it?”

“Well,” Loki allowed modestly, “since you have requested it…”

It was as clear as some well-filmed high-definition film, but the scene the highly entertained Avengers were watching wasn’t fiction, though the sight of the ethereal forest of the Fae would seem so. But the vile, sweating mass of Leprechauns were anything but enchanting.

“No, ladies, just hold-” a giant fart ripped through the desperate attempt from Hedley Kow to salvage the evening. Two nymphs reared back, waving their pretty hands in front of their faces as they gagged. “I mean it, we’re just gonna switch back to our real forms and-”

“If thou could have, thou wouldst,” sneered one. “Come, sisters. It is time for the Aos si to take our leave.” Groans rippled through the forest as the silvery forms of the nymphs disappeared.

“What is happening, man?” screamed one of the Fae, pulling at his ratty red hair as he belched miserably, sending up a cloud of fumes so toxic it was almost visible. “This is on you, Aengus! No babes! We’re in Gnome Hel, man! It was Loki, huh? You pissed him off again and shit- I can’t stop farting!”

Their leader gagged, feeling another one of his monstrous pimples spurt pus onto a chest so hairy that he appeared to be wearing a sweater. “He’s just being a dick! I’ll fix it, y’know, when Loki cools down.” The sweating mass of hairy, pimpled, gaseous trolls moaned, a chorus of ear-splitting farts their only answer.

Mina...

“How are you feeling, sweet girl?” That sly devil you were in love with, the god who’d rescued you yet again from a colossal holiday fuckup that was guaranteed in the company of the Avengers, was stroking your neck very softly and it was doing things to you. 

“Better, I guess,” you were trying to not melt into some needy, shameless puddle because you were standing just behind the rest, who were still enjoying the complete shit show that the Irish Fae had found themselves floundering through. “At least we got our corned beef and cabbage dinner.”

“Mmmm…” he breathed against your ear, the vibrations tingling up and down your spine. “And is that all my darling Mina wanted for her ancestral holiday?”

“Well,” you allowed, “I’d hoped for… you know. A special moment. No matter how godawful our holidays are, the sex afterward is always so…” you sighed mistily, “spectacular.”

His long arms tightened around your waist, and you felt that strange pull at the base of your spine that told you within an instant you would be somewhere else, swept away by this magical god, who for some reason loved you. The room disappeared, and you fell onto your bed, pillows flying in all directions, and in an instant, you were naked and Loki was thrusting into you. You yelped in shock. Usually, it was a production, a slow build as your delicious god toyed and cajoled you into being ready for him. 

But this!

You were ready, oh, god you were ready and you had no idea how it happened so fast.

“W- wait, one minute we’re watching the Asshole Fae Reality Show and now we’re- oh, GOD!” He’d given a particularly savage thrust and you just howled.

“I fear I cannot be patient tonight, cailín daor,” he groaned, “I have wanted to be inside you since I heard of your genius, your terrifying of the Fair Folk until they retreated from the field of battle.”

“Th- th- they dumped us in a pile of fish guts in a haunted village!” you managed, the mattress bouncing vigorously and your hands slipping over the slick skin on his back, trying to hold on. 

“Ah,” he chuckled breathlessly, a deeply arousing growl that made your thighs clench harder against his hips, “you were cunning, my love. You were outnumbered in combat against a well-armored - though profoundly stupid - foe, and you drove them before you like sheep. You used your wit, your cleverness and I have never,” he thrust hard again and your legs flew up, toes pointing to the ceiling as the silky tip of him pushed higher inside you than you knew was possible. “I have never,” he continued, “desired you more.” Loki was speaking with his mouth against yours, not kissing so much as taking in the breath of each other, his body iron-hard and driving fiercely through you, big hands groping your breasts greedily. “So tonight, mo shióg deas, I shall fuck you, as one warrior would another after combat.” Heaving up and back on his heels, he hauled you along with him, still connected as he bent you, back arched over his arm, his other hand pushing gently against your heaving stomach. “I can feel myself,” he panted, “here.” 

You let out a screech as he pressed harder. The feel of him inside and outside of you was unimaginable. It was wild and overwhelming and so fucking sexy and it was turning you into some kind of lunatic because you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and reared up, biting his neck with your sharp little teeth. Loki let out a low, harsh groan and you could swear his cock just doubled in size.

“Do it again.” His fingers gripped the back of your hair and pressed your face to his throat. “Again.”

Grinning, you did, biting into that luscious muscle just over his prominent collarbone and seizing a handful of his thick, silky hair as well.

Loki was always smooth, exquisite, and slick in his seductions. He was not one to lose control but you felt a savage sort of victory as his sinuous hips stuttered, pushing harder, sloppier into you. “Again,” he rasped.

Now both hands were in his hair, tilting his head sharply as you bit into the other side of his neck, and to your shock, your mouth filled with the lush taste of his cool blood as your cunt filled with the heat of his come.

Shivering against each other, Loki’s hands squeezing your ass and your still gripping thick handfuls of his hair, you were still, frozen tightly together. “Holy shit,” you wheezed, “I never… That so goes on our list of stuff to do to each other again!”

Loki began laughing, a huge, hearty laugh that so rarely came from him, an unguarded moment he rarely allowed and it was wonderful. Also, it was making his cock jolt inside your swollen girl parts and rubbing up against some really sensitive places. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you started giggling, too. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day, baby,” you managed, “now, that’s celebrating like a true Ireannach!”

“And to you, my love,” he managed, “and to you.”

Ireannach - Irishman mo shióg deas - my pretty fairy

Deamhna Aerig - air demon

Uisce beatha - from the genius misreall, it means "water of life," early whiskey and the rare thing that the Fae would be guzzling on a night like this.

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¡Spoilers for Clarence's Godheim route!

"You are a beautiful tragedy," Cael whispers, brushing the bangs away from her face, "Ready to unfold."

She stares at him with a mixture of fear and fury. They are alone in a void of white. Nobody can help her, and she doesn't attempt to escape.

His silver hair sways with the wind.

It hurts. His gentle indifference hurts.

His immaculate armor is unstained with the deaths of Godheim, yet she knows their despair is embedded in its gleam.

She thinks she might hate him.

(She thinks she does not.)

The cold is burning her face, shattering any semblance of familiarity in this scene.

She wishes his eyes would show any trace of remorse or pain for his actions. Any guilt at the misery he brought in this land.

Cael pretends he wants to get her back home safely, but she remembers how many times she lost herself in the freezing tundra, meeting her demise at the kisses of the Glacial butterflies.

What a liar.

His deep, infinite abyss eyes look at her shaking form, unwavering.

"I know it is unfair," he continues, as if he could read her mind, "The point of life is to grow through this unjust world. You may accuse and resent me, but you are making your own choices at the end of the day. Free."

"I am choosing my own Hell," she barks bitterly.

Cael shakes his head. His eyes seem to glitter.

"You are leading yourself through Hell to reach Paradise." he corrects.

"And yet you try to stop me."

Something flashes in his gaze.

She recalls thinking Cael is akin to a porcelain doll. Perfect in and out. Never too much, never too less. Emotions locked away to never affect his mission.

But this is somehow wrong, isn't it ? If he doesn't care, then why did he come to her ? Why is he allowing her to live and love and lose and disrupt his plan and always keep watching gently over her ? Why are his eyes, those profound amethysts that never seem to start and never to end, flickering like the moon's reflection on raging waters ?

Perhaps she's as much a liar as he is. Because the man standing before her, never getting mad, ready to accept every inch of her wrath, is anything but indifferent.

"Fate is cruel," she whispers.

Cael smiles. It feels like praise. It feels a little bit like himself.

"This is why humans are the most magnificent beings to dare to defy it with their inextinguishable hearts."

She breathes in deeply. Cael's hand leaves her hair. His armor becomes one with the snow. He looks like a ghost, a fantastical creature from another realm. He takes a step backward, gaze holding hers, yet inexorably disappearing.

"You are a beautiful tragedy," he repeats, "I can only hope your genre changes before it is too late."

She watches him blend with the scenery. He is like rain, she thinks, whenever you believe to reach it it fades in your grasp. She wonders if she will ever understand Cael.

She is rightfully bitter at him.

Somehow, she finds she does not blame him.

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

"You are a beautiful tragedy," she whispers, holding Clarence's face in her hands with the gentleness of one carrying a unique treasure, "Who has unfolded all of its pages."

The Archmage blinks slowly, like a cat. Resting against the maple tree, he is barely awake. Even as she kneels, cradling his jaw, his sapphire eyes droop and fight against sleep. She is losing him. She can see the end of their journey coming near.

She refuses it. The stars may have repeatedly told her the truth, she prays until the end. She knows it will never come close to being enough. Thoughts don't change the world. Only actions can.

All they can do is travel the universe to the twilight of their story.

All they can do is bathe in each other's warmth and speak fragments of their beings. She longs for those memories to fill his dreams the day Clarence falls asleep forever.

With another slow blink, he raises his hand. Carefully, he picks a stray maple leaf from her hair. She almost cries at the gesture.

"Know," she continues, voice breaking, "That the stars are testimonies to your epilogue."

Clarence hums. He lets her speak her part. When silence stretches on, he breathes softly.

"I do not care for the stars," he says, putting the leaf on her knee, "I survived because of you. I fought for you. Truly, your gaze upon my story is enough. I do not need more."

And isn't it the worst thing in the world ? For the man she cares for in more ways than one, for whom she unknowingly traveled in time again and again and again and again for until she found him at last. The truth. The cold, soul-wrenching truth.

"You are a beautiful tragedy," she says, tears dripping down her chin, "And those never have happy endings."

His eyes are soft. Understanding. He isn't pleading for hope nor salvation, because he is aware he can never obtain neither. Her fingertips tremble. Her guts hold the guilt of sharing a piece of herself like never before, shaping one of the most precious bond of her existence, with the one she cannot save.

"I'm sorry," she chokes.

"I think," he starts, a small smile on his lips - so wise and so old and so lonely already - "It is time for the fairytale to go home."

And today, tragedy wears blue.

[appalachianwiine]

My Love, You're the 8th Wonder

Aemond opens the bathroom door, releasing a cloud of steam. Tucking the towel securely around his waist he moves to the dresser and opens the top door. 

“Aemond.” Helaena’s chastising voice says, prompting him to look over at the vanity where she sits, hair half up. 

“Yes butterfly?” He hums. 

“Your hair.” She sighs. “It’s dripping onto the floor.” 

He glances down to see that she’s right. “Shit. Sorry butterfly.” He retreats to the bathroom where he ties his long silvery hair up in a second towel. He takes the hand towel from next to the sink and returns to the bedroom to wipe up the water on the floor. 

“Are you going to be ready in a half-hour?” Helaena frowns, he looks back over at her as he straightens up. 

She’s wearing the blue butterfly pattern dress, the one he’d gotten her for her last birthday. Half of her thick silvery hair is already wound up in a braided crown around the top of her head, the rest falling in loose waves down her back. Gods she’s beautiful. 

“Aemond?” 

“Sorry.” He blinks, forcing himself to turn back to the dresser and start readying his clothing. “I - yeah, I should be ready. I’ll blow dry the hair.” 

“I don’t want to be late.” Helaeana says, the cushioned seat creaking as she turns back to the vanity mirror. “I know you don’t want to go, but you know how daunting a move like this can be, and it’s family besides.” 

“I know, I know.” He sighs, laying a pair of slacks and white button up shirt on the bed. “We won’t be late, I promise.” He returns to the bathroom and pulls the hair dryer out of the drawer. 

She’s right, he doesn’t want to go to dinner with Jacaerys and Baela, but he didn’t like being late anymore then she did. Besides, she had a point. He didn’t know what this sort of move was like. 

Five years ago when Jaehaerys and Jaehaera had been only two he and Helaena had packed up and moved from their fathers home in King's Landing to Old Town so he could attend university. It had been hard, even though their mother had family in the city it wasn’t family they were close to - besides, their mother’s family had never approved of him and Helaena. With him in classes all day and Helaena alone with the twins it had been hard. It had been made harder when she got pregnant again a year in. Even with, as Aunt Rhaenys put it, “More Money than God”, and plenty of hired help they’d struggled. No, he supposed Helaena was right, they should help alleviate that for their nephew and his wife. Besides, even if he and Jacaerys had never gotten on, Helaena and Baela always had and it would be good for her to have a friend in the city. 

He flicks the hair dryer off and runs a brush through the long silver curtain of hair, then he pulls the top back and ties it off before reaching for the case with the prosthetic eye. The glittering sapphire had been an anniversary present from Helaena. He grimaces as he slides it into the socket, the prosthetic itself was a perfect fit, but the nerves around the eye were painful today. The eye patch will be uncomfortable today, but he reaches for it anyway. He won’t go without it to dinner with Jacaerys without it. He ignores the pain as he settles the eye patch into place and reaches for his cologne. With any luck the nerves will calm down in an hour or two and he’ll have a peaceful dinner. 

Aemond reemerges from the bathroom to find Helaena gone. He can just make out her voice in the living room. The nurse must be here already. He dresses quickly, not wanting to make them late, and starts towards the living room as he buttons his cuffs. 

“They should sleep the whole time we’re gone.” Helaena is explaining, the baby monitor in one hand. “But if they don’t, the boys can have some warm milk to settle them. Now Jaehaera’s tube feed will finish in an hour and the alarm might wake her so try to disconnect it before it has a chance to go off.” 

“Butterfly.” Aemond says, sliding an arm around her waist. “Alys knows, this is hardly her first shift.” 

“Oh I know!” Helaena turns a little pink and holds out the monitor to the nurse. “We just don’t leave them after bedtime much and it worries me - though I know you’re wonderful at your job Alys.” 

“It’s fine Mrs. Targaryen.” Alys offers a reassuring smile. “It's in a mother’s nature to worry. I’ll call if anything goes wrong.” 

“Thank you Alys.” Aemond smiles. “We’ll be back by eleven.” 

“Yes.” Helaena echos. “No later than eleven.” 

“Come on Butterfly.” He says. “We’re going to be late.” 

“Oh! Yes, well we’ll - we’ll be seeing you Alys!” Helaena offers a small wave and lets Aemond guide her out of the apartment. “You don’t think she thought me rude do you?” 

“Of course not.” Aemond assures, reaching for the elevator button. “She knows us well enough to know you think her work is satisfactorily.” 

“Good!” Helaena sighs with relief. “Are we really going to be late?” 

Aemond looks down at his watch. “Hard to say. It depends on traffic.” 

“Should I let Jace and Baela know?” Helaena asks, digging through her purse for her phone.

“Not yet.” Aemond kisses her cheek and steps into the elevator. “Lets see about traffic first hm?” 

Helaena nods, stepping into the elevator behind him and taking his hand, she gives it a little squeeze. “A date will be good for us.” 

“Yeah?” He tilts his head slights. She didn’t normally care for variations to their routine. She liked predictability and their typical Friday night routine of steak and wine on the balcony after the kids were in bed had been their routine for years. It was usually enough but maybe that was the problem. Of course it didn’t help that they had precious little time these days. He was either teaching or doing the mountain of course work that came along with graduate studies. Still, maybe the routine had gone stale, 8 years in and he still needed to get better at keeping the romance alive. 

“I’m sorry.” He kisses her cheek. “I should take you out more.” 

“Oh Aemond! I-I didn’t mean it like that - though a night away is nice. I only meant it’s been a long time since we saw Jace and Baela and we’ve never done a double date before.” Helaena leans over and kisses his cheek as the elevator door opens. He flinches as her lips come into contact with the angry nerves of his scarred face. “Does it hurt badly?” 

“No.” The lie comes out somewhat colder than he intends but he steps out of the elevator, hoping she won’t catch it. 

“I wish you’d take something.” Helaena follows him towards the car. He should’ve known she wouldn’t believe the lie. 

“If I take anything that actually works it would put me out.” He goes around to the passenger side door and holds it open for her. “Besides, it usually goes away.” 

“Well… alright.” Helaena relents. He doesn’t think she really believes him, but it’s a conversation they’ve had many times. He knows she hates to see him in pain, but he’s loath to take anything stronger than ibuprofen regularly. At her insistence he does keep a bottle of the stronger stuff in the bathroom cabinet. Rarely did he buckle and take it because he knew if he did he would be rendered useless for the remainder of the day. 

“I’m fine Butterfly, I promise.” He kisses her delicately before closing the car door and going to get in the driver's seat. He pulls carefully out of the parking garage and onto the road. “What did you say brought Baela and Jacaerys to Old Town?” In truth he wasn’t sure she had said, but it felt like something he ought to know. 

“Jace graduated from the Air Force Academy.” Helaena says. “He’s been stationed nearby and they decided to live in the city. It’s easier with the boys and all.” 

“Ah.” Aemond says. He did remember Jacaerys going to the Air Force Academy. He didn’t understand the decision himself but he didn’t care either. “And their boys are Maelor’s age, yes?” 

“A year older.” Helaena corrects. “Just turned Five.” 

“Right.” Now that she’d said it, he remembered that scandal. Baela’s sudden pregnancy a week from graduation had distracted from his and Helaena’s departure from King's Landing. He’d been grateful for that, even if he didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. If there were two things this family did well it was teenage pregnancy and twins. “And their names?” 

“Aemond, they sent us a Christmas card.” Helaena chastises. 

“Sorry.” He shrugs, he never paid much attention to the Christmas cards. Truthfully he was mostly glad that his mother had stopped with that damned annual newsletter. 

“They’re Corlys and Rhaegar.” Helaena says. 

“Corlys and Rhaegar.” He repeats. 

“You’ll be civil tonight?” Helaena asks. “Baela is my closest friend.” 

“I’ll be civil Butterfly.” He promises, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “This is important to you, so it’s important to me.” 

“Thank you Aemond.” She smiles. 

Much to their combined relief they arrive perfectly on time for their reservation, but much to his irritation Jacaerys and Baela were waiting for them when they arrived. 

“Baela!” Helaena grins, waving excitedly. 

“Helaena! Can I hug you?” Baela asks, equally as enthusiastic. 

“Yes!” Helaena returns the tight hug. 

“Aemond, nice to see you.” Jacaerys holds out a hand, sounding every bit as unenthusiastic as Aemond felt. 

“Yes.” Aemond says, taking the hand and shaking it stiffly. “It's… nice to see the both of you. I hope you’re settling into the city well?” 

The hostess appears to lead them to their table and Aemond takes Helaena’s hand as they walk. 

“Settling in fine.” Jace nods. “The boys start school next week.” 

“Oh! First day!” Helaena gushes. “That’s so exciting. Where are they going?” 

Aemond pulls out Helaena’s chair for her and helps her in before he takes the one next to her and returns his hand to its place in hers. 

“Agrivane Preparatory School.” Baela answers. “I meant to ask you where your twins go but I forgot with everything else. It looks like a good school though.” 

“Jaehaerys and Jaehaera go to Immaculate Conception School and Maelor is in their preschool program.” Helaena says, giving Aemond’s hand a little squeeze. “But I’ve heard very good things about Agrivane.” 

“Catholic school?” Jacaerys’ tone hints at surprise and Aemond fixes his eye on him. 

“Yes.” He says coolly. “We are Catholic.” 

“Oh I-I just - isn’t um - I thought with - with Jaehaera you’d want the - the public school special education p-programs.” It’s a weak argument, and Jacaerys seems to know it. Rhaenyra never had instilled much tact in her children had she? Still, Aemond likes to watch him squirm. 

Before he can speak, Helaena jumps in. “We’ve been very happy with our experience at Immaculate Conception and their care with Jaehaera.” She squeezes his hand tightly, warning him off. “She only goes three days a week right now but she’s enjoying it and it’s good for her to be with her peers.” 

“It is.” Baela agrees, giving Jacaerys a pointed look. “Has she been doing well?” 

“Jaehaera is fine.” Aemond says. 

“She’s going much better than last year.” Helaena says. “Not as many meltdowns now that we’ve got a communication set up she understands.” 

Aemond finds he doesn’t much want to hear any of Baela’s questions about their daughter and picks up the menu. 

It was no secret Jaehaera was disabled. She’d struggled with feeding and weight gain and growth since birth, and her developmental delays quickly became apparent. Her disability isn’t something Aemond is ashamed of. On the contrary, he adores his daughter. She looks so like Helaena and she has a quiet determination that reminded him of their mother. No it wasn’t shame that caused the little flame of anger that was now smoldering within him. It was the way Jacaerys had said it. Like because of her disabilities her education was worth less than that of his sons. 

“Aemond.” Helaena’s voice pulls him away from the flame of anger - as it so often does -and back to the dinner table. “Your order.” 

“Ah.” He glances up at the waiter. “The filet mignon, rare, with the Pinot Noir.” He passes the menu back to the waiter and pays little mind to what the others order until Helaena lets out a squeal of delight. 

“Oh Baela! You aren’t?!” Helaena is veritably vibrating. 

“Hm?” Aemond frowns. 

“Found out yesterday.” Baela grins. “About six weeks I think. Don’t tell anyone yet we - well as soon as word gets back to grandad and grandmother they’ll be on our doorstep by the end of the day and we’re trying to avoid that.” 

“Pregnant.” Aemond says. “Well, congratulations, to both of you.” 

“Oh that’s so exciting!” Helaena leans over to squeeze Baela’s hand. “And we won’t say a word. We kept Maelor a secret for twenty weeks for a reason.” 

A different reason, Aemond muses. Maelor had been a surprise to them both, but a pleasant one, and he’d been a secret to keep it that way. Neither of them could handle their mother’s behavior for a full forty weeks. He’d seen the toll their mother’s well meaning but rude and nagging comments had taken on Helaena’s mental health when she was pregnant with the twins. They also hadn’t wanted to hear how they couldn’t possibly handle a third baby on their own with Aemond in school and Jaehaera’s delays becoming more and more apparent. They’d wanted to enjoy the pregnancy and their family for as long as possible. Their concerns had been founded too, their mother nearly had a fit at Thanksgiving when they told the rest of the family. Though, to her credit, Rhaenyra had congratulated them, one of the only members of the family to do so. It was one of the few positive interactions he had with their half sister. 

The talk for the rest of the evening stays mostly between Baela and Helaena. Jacaerys seems no more inclined to make conversation with him then Aemond is. Aemond isn’t bothered by this, on the contrary it’s preferable. He listens idly, stealing glances at Helaena and turning Baela’s revelation over in his mind. She was pregnant. It made him think back to Helaena’s pregnancies. God she was beautiful pregnant. 

Though they were siblings, under the base features of silvery hair and purple eyes (hers violet to his indigo) they looked very different. Aemond had gotten his lean height from his grandfather, the sharpness of his mother’s shoulders and hips, and his Uncle Daemon’s sharp features were wrought on his face. Helaena on the other hand had a soft delicateness about her. She was all round curves and soft skin, shorter and stockier like their father. Her breasts were full and heavy, even before she’d breastfed. There was a chubbiness about her that their mother always tutted about but that Aemond adores. It made for a beautiful pregnancy too. Her breasts swelled with milk early both times and the roundness of her tummy as it grew with pregnancy suited her round features. It drove him wild each time. Knowing that he’d put that roundness there was almost too much to take. 

His lust and love for her and her body didn’t die after the pregnancy ended either. There was nothing he loved more than kissing every stretch mark and showing his gratitude to her for giving him such perfect children. Watching her as a mother was a treat too, the gentle way she let each child suckle from her breast, the way she sang to them, the way she was so gentle and patient. It was a marvel to witness. 

He’s still turning all of this over in his brain - half hard the entire time - as they pay the bill and say their goodbyes. He keeps a hold of her hand as they return to the car and start home. 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Helaena asks as they pull onto the main road. 

“Like what?” He glances back over at her. 

“You’ve spent the entire dinner watching me like you’re either thinking very hard about something or aroused.” Helaena says. 

“Have I?” He feels his cheeks color. He hadn’t thought it was that obvious. 

“Yes.” Helaena says. “I don’t think Jace and Baela noticed, they just think you’re grumpy. I know you better than that though, so which is it?” 

“You know me too well, Butterfly.” He raises her hand to his lips and gives it a long lingering kiss. 

“Turned on then.” Helaena giggles. 

“A bit of both, in truth.” He chuckles. 

“Oh?” Helaena says. “So what were you thinking so hard about then?” 

“Your implant.” He says. “The contraceptive one.” 

“What about it?” Helaena asks, her free hand reaching up to touch her shoulder where the small ridge indicates the implant rests. 

“It’s due to be changed this spring, isn’t it?” He asks. 

“In May.” Helaena confirms. 

“Well.” He says slowly. “What would you think about not replacing? About having a fourth baby?” 

“Oh.” The surprise is evident in her voice, but he can’t tell if it’s the good sort of surprise. 

“You don’t have to agree  or - or disagree right away.” He says quickly. “I wa - I know it's sort of by surprise. But- but would you?” 

Helaena is quiet for what feels like a long time. “I-I’ll think about it. But I'd like to wait to make any decisions until we have that appointment with the geneticist in April.” 

“Oh.” He’d forgotten about that appointment. 

“I’m not saying no.” She says quickly. “But - but I want to meet with the geneticist first. Just - it might give us some answers about Jaehaera and - and I love our daughter Aemond. I would not change a thing about her for all the money in the world. However I’m not sure I could be a good mother to any of our children if we have a second with the same needs. So I-I think we should wait to meet with the geneticist and make sure there’s nothing genetic we could be passing on.” 

“No, no, I - you’re right.” he agrees. “We definitely should.” 

“And I - I understand that it’s - it’s very likely we’ll have an autistic child, because of me, but I-I want to make certain we don’t risk another child having to go through what Jaehaera has. She’s a beautiful, strong little girl but she’s -” 

“She’s been through a lot.” Aemond agrees. “You’re right, but for what it’s worth, I think we’d be lucky to have a child just like you.  So we’ll wait to talk to the geneticist.” 

“Thank you.” Helaena smiles. “I do like the idea of a fourth someday…. But for now, I think I’d like to have sex when we get home.” 

“That makes two of us.” Aemond agrees, and speeds up ever so slightly. 

By the time they’re in the elevator all the self control he’d used at dinner to be congenial to their niece and nephew was used up. He presses the button for their floor and takes Helaena by the hips, shoving her up against the wall and pressing his lips to hers. His hunger for her is so great it’s like he’s a starving man. Her hands take his face, pulling him to her, just as desperate. 

“Aemond.” She whimpers as he pushes a hand under the material of her dress to grope at a soft breast. 

“Butterfly.” He breathes, bending to kiss her neck. “My beautiful butterfly, are you going to let me fuck you?” 

“Aemond.” She sighs, letting out a low moan as he pinches her nipple. “Aemond, the - Alys.” 

“Alys?” He pauses, her nipple still between his thumb and finger. 

“Have - have to pay her.” Helaena pants.

Shit. He’d forgotten about the nurse. He pulls his hand out from under her dress and she lets out a whimper that tells him she’s as wet as he is hard. He swallows and attempts to smooth out his shirt. Helaena is working quickly to straighten her dress, but her hair in its long loose curls was wild and telling. 

“I’ll see her out.” Helaena says. “You look more apt to jump her in an alley.” 

“That’s- “ he looks at his reflection in the walls of the elevator. She wasn’t wrong. “I’ll wait in the bedroom.” 

“I think it’s sexy.” Helaena assures, running a hand over his chest as the elevator door dings and slides open. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He whispers, squeezing her ass as they exit the elevator. 

Though Helaena may be the one to struggle more socially, he’s impressed at the ease with which she switches from horny desperation to thankful mother and employer - and like everything she does it's hot. He nods politely to Alys but passes her without a word, not concerning himself with whatever excuse Helaena makes up for him. 

He’s always struggled with self control when it comes to her. Two years of sneaking around behind mother’s back before she got pregnant with the twins had used up every ounce he had. He unties his tie, pacing across their bedroom as he does. He can’t make out what’s being said as he tosses the tie onto the dresser but the chatter is driving him half mad. He goes for his eyepatch next, removing it just as Helaena comes in. 

“Sorry she was - oh!” Helaena lets out a little giggle as he pulls her hungrily to him and kisses her. 

“Don’t care.” He growls, trailing kisses along her jawline. 

“Oh Aemond.” Helaena whimpers, wrapping her arms around him. He slides his hand up the back of her dress and pulls the zipper down. He pushes the soft blue fabric down her shoulders and to the floor as her hands come up to his face. 

“God I need you.” he murmurs, kissing along the tops of her breasts. His hand goes to her bra clasp and hers brushes over the scar of his eye. He hisses as a flash of pain goes through him.

“I want to see you.” Helaena whispers, sliding the sapphire prosthetic out of the socket. He grimaces slightly but the relief that follows is enough to make him relax and kiss her. “Better?”

He answers her by unfastening her bra and tossing it to the side, his lips returning to her neck and his fingers finding a nipple. They fall back onto the bed, Aemond pushing her into the pillow, his free hand grabbing at the flesh of her ass. 

“I love you Hel.” He murmurs, she gives him a little giggle. 

“I love you too, Aemond.” She kisses him, her hands going to his belt and fly. She pushes his slacks and boxers down and his cock springs free, prompting a groan. .

“Fuck Hel.” He mutters against her lips as she strokes his cock. He pushes his fingers into her panties to find her swollen and wet with need. She lets out a moan as his fingers dance over her swollen lips. “You like that Butterfly?” 

“Aemond…” she whimpers, wriggling underneath him. 

“Let's get these off.” He murmurs, sitting back on his knees to pull her panties off. This time, instead of returning to her mouth he kisses up along her thighs, trailing slow kisses closer and closer to her sex. 

“Aemond…” she moans, her fingers rolling one of her nipples as he kisses her thighs.

“You want something?” He mutters, kissing up along her thighs towards her hips, trailing his tongue along her stretch marks. 

“I-I want…” she shudders as he kisses across the top of her silvery pubic hair. “Kiss it.” 

“Kiss what?” He teases

“My-my cunt.” She breathes, whimpering and pinching her nipple tightly. 

“Good girl.” He mutters, kissing the swollen folds. Her taste is as sweet as ever and Aemond parts her lips with his tongue, earning a moan as his tongue comes into contact with her clit. 

He dips a finger inside of her as he kisses and sucks her clit. She’s beginning to squirm underneath him and he can tell she’s close already. Their elevator activities and the car ride had driven her as wild as they drove him. He pulls away from her clit, eliciting a whimper from her as he looks up at her. 

She looks beautiful in the warm light of their bedroom. Her chest is heaving, and her hands are playing with her heavy breasts. Her hair is messy, the braided crown partially fallen and the sweat making the fine strands of hair around her head curl into a halo around her. 

“Aemond?” She pants, drawing him out of the lusty haze he’s in and back to her. His lips return to her sex and his prediction is right, it doesn’t take more than his tongue on her clit and a third finger inside of her to send her over the age. A fresh wave of moisture hits his lips and he sucks at it eagerly, lapping every bit of her he can get before sliding up her body to kiss her mouth. 

“You good Butterfly?” He pants. Sometimes, many times really, one orgasm is her limit and any more touch will overstimulate her past the point of pleasure and into pain. 

“Uh-huh.” She nods. “In-inside me?” She pants. 

“You needn’t ask twice.” Aemond is glad this isn’t one of those times. 

He shifts, his body instinctively finding his position and with one thrust he’s inside of her. He moans, gods this is what he’d been craving all night. The taste of her on his lips and the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. He isn’t going to last very long, he’d been half hard at dinner and feasting on her had only driven him wild. 

“Hel…” He groans. Taking one of her thick breasts in his hands and giving it a squeeze.

“Shhhh.” She murmurs, running her hands through his hair and sucking his lower lip. Come for me…” 

That’s all the encouragement he needs, with his eye closed he buries his face in her hair and moans as he cums inside of her. He collapses on top of her, breathing heavily as her hands run through her hair and she presses kisses to his brow. They lay like that for several minutes until Helaena nudges him off. 

“I need to pee.” She kisses his lips and slides off the bed and off into the bathroom. Aemond rolls onto his back and reaches for the sapphire prosthetic. He pops it into the case on the nightstand and slides under the blankets, flicking one of the laps off. 

“Better?” He murmurs, pressing another kiss to helaena’s lips as she crawls in bed. 

“Much.” She nods, turning off the light on her side of the bed and curling into him. “I don’t have time for a UTI this week.” 

“No I suppose not.” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around her and taking one of her breasts in his hand. “I love you Butterfly.” 

“I love you Aemond.”

[luminous-letters]

A giggle and a sigh sounded in the middle of the lush fields, between the lilacs, hyacinths and peonies. Spring was in full bloom, the sweet floral fragrance hung in the afternoon air.

"Come on Jack!" An excited holler came from you, you childishly held Jack's hand as you brushed across the fields. "Wait a minute, MC...!" Jack protested, the cool gales swept over his silvery hair.

Jack wore a cozy beige cardigan, there was a small shiny crescent brooch that was pinned on its right chest side. He had pastel colored hair clips scattered all over, with some stickers messily plastered across his face. You gushed at your little arts and crafts project.

You dashed like a gazelle, with the wolf following suit. You slowed, feeling your breath shortening. Meanwhile, Jack kept a steady pace, muscular legs pumped against the ground. You stopped, catching your breath underneath the viridian shade of the willow tree.

"MC, your inhaler." Jack rummaged through his pocket, he pulled out the sky blue inhaler. You were quick to use it, giving it a few seconds before you slumped in relief. "You're an idiot." Jack scolded, sitting across you. "I know." You offered him a sly grin.

"You good?" He inquired, raising you a judging brow. "Yeah, good. Let's just rest here a....a bit." You replied, slightly breathless. You looked up, mesmerized by the mosaic of light against the tree's leafy cover.

Thin strips of light decorated the surroundings, painting the both of you in its magical glow. The singing of the sparrows in the distance. The entire scene was like a figment taken out from a fairytale.

A lone butterfly rested on Jack's nose, its deep sapphire wings expanded. Curious eyes stared at it, staring with marvel at its patterns. "Achoo!" A quick sneeze from Jack sent the mariposa fluttering away. You laughed.

"Shut up." Jack growled, flicking your forehead to stop your from running yourself out breath any further. "We should just walk." He grumbled, running a bronze hand against his thick silver locks. "Sure thing.", came your reply.

You strolled out of the cool shade, now under the vast cerulean sky. The cottony clouds swiftly floated in and out of sight, it offered shade to ease the walk.

"It's nice, isn't it?" You sighed, gazing up you felt ripples of freedom inside you, like a comfortable strum in your silver threads. You felt like you could fly up high with the clouds at any moment. "It is...wish I could take a picture." Jack whispered.

The scent of salt and the sound of waves grew stronger and crisper. Soon, the sight of the aquamarine coast graced your vision. You sat on a hilltop overlooking the sea.

"Come on, sit." You patted the space beside you. Jack's enormous figure rested beside you, "Don't talk to me like I'm a dog.", he huffed. "Wait, did it sound like that? Sorry."

"It's fine." He brushed it off, patting your head. You lay down on the grass as the sea breeze grazed over the hilltop, shaking a few stray tulips.

You rested your forehead against his chest, feeling his heartbeat in sync with the distant crashing of the waves. It was the lullaby that sung you to sleep, you felt a strong hand hold you as you drifted off to dreamland.

The sight that greeted when you awoke was divine. The afterglow blanketed the land, it's purple pink skies was a sight to behold. The sea continued to sing its song in late afternoon waters.

The first few stars twinkled in the sky, with the moon rising to the heavens as the sun retreated for the day.

The light snore of Jack got your attention. You faced to the side, warmly smiling when you saw his relaxed expression. Tufts of hair poked and scattered about, the clips and stickers still firmly planted themselves on him.

You gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before joining him again. "Love you..." You brushed a few stray strands of his hair. You rested against him again, submerging yourself into the glittered waters of slumber.

Notes: A spring themed piece as requested by @eidenverecunia

[fraglance]

I LOVE YOU IRREVOCABLY

By: Fraglance

"I love him. And it doesn't matter

that sometimes our worlds are colored

different hues. Because when the colors

blend together, it's the most beautiful

thing I've ever seen."

── AUTHOR B. DIAZ

***

─ I'M CURIOUS.

─ ABOUT?

─ WHAT you love. What you hate.

(You're beautiful; gorgeous; breathtakingly out of this world; cute; astronomical. Everything. I take my eyes off of you try to focus on the stars above. I feel a nonexistent burn on the side of my neck, and I know you're looking. You're boring your eyes into my skin ─ only one meager example of the ways you've made permanent marks in my life.)

─ When do you think you'll end? How do you wish to spend your days, you know? Stuff like that.

─ I want to spend my days happy.

─ (Nods.) You deserve happiness.

─ Yeah. I don't care how, or with who. Just happy.

(That was an unbearable lie that donned all bold and blinding letters, and I wouldn’t be shocked if you knew. The only person I'd want to waste my days with is you; binging your favorite movies for hours on end, walking around to anywhere and everywhere to see the scenery, romancing you over candlelight, kissing in the rain, seeing you in my favorite clothes, spending all my days with you until the end. But there will be no end to us. We do not separate in death.)

─ I get it, I do, but don't you wish for more? And like, don’t you think about the future at all? The past? I believe you do. Sometimes I don't know where you go, don't know what happens in that head of yours.

(I try to bite my lip, or look at the stars, or do anything to try and ease my restless mind. But I can never seem to escape the thoughts about you.)

     ─ Nothing worthwhile. Not most of it, at least.

─ Don't say that. It just isn't true.

(Silence.)

─ I'll tell you what I love, then.

(Please love me.)

─ (Whispers.) Your eyes.

─ My eyes? They aren't really anything special, though.

─ They're the window to your soul, of course I'd love them.

(I don’t think my heart could beat faster than it did in this moment, and I find myself wondering if you could somehow tell by reading me. Or just, somehow . . . simply knowing. Like the way you can expect something to happen, or in our case, someone’s dumb heart to go in a frenzy, as that certain person’s reoccurring and very familiar butterflies flutter against their ribcage.)

─ (Blushes.) Well, uh . . . Blue suits you better than me.

─ Sure it does. Now, tell me, what's something you love?

─ The stars.

(I love you, too.)

─ Astronomy, yeah?

─ The way your moon earrings dangle, your smile, the glitter on your face. Suits you well.

─ I knew it! You're always looking.

(Silence.)

─ You're so cheesy; I love it.

     ─ You're the cheesy one.

─ Somehow I don't doubt that.

     ─ Because after all this time, you've finally figured out you can't deny the blatant truth.

─ Mmhm, sure . . . (Pause.) I love this.

     ─ This?

─ Talking about nothing under the blanket of stars. It's refreshing.

(You have a dark complexion, butter smooth skin a beautiful hue to where it brings out your sapphire eyes perfectly. It also bears a striking resemblance to a dark shade of blue, or even a variety of gemstone.)

─ (Grins.) I'd talk to you about nothing all day if I could.

─ (Melodic laugh.) Nothing and everything?

─ Yes. Nothing and everything.

(Your hair is dyed and styled in thick red strands that do nothing but help you stand out in a large crowd. Though excluding the crowd part, that’s exactly how I noticed and had my first pang of adoration as I looked at you while you were on the stage at your first ever concert ─ though nobody would suspect so with your easygoing confidence. It radiated in your smile. Your appearance, too; that was definite.)

(Silence.)

─ I think I know what I love most.

─ Yeah? What is it?

(I remember you placing the iron on the edge of the sink. I watched your every move as you’d gotten ready for a girl's night out. I remember you looking into the mirror as you pat your fluffy hair down. You grinned, so vibrantly, as you stared at your reflection for a moment or two, a stunning glimmer in your eyes. Self-love, that’s what you’d seen. What you’d found.)

─ Life. Scenery.

(A confident one, you are, and I don't blame you. There's just something about you that screams, or rather whispers, peace. Whispers safe, home, forever.)

─ And why's that?

─ (Chuckles.) Look around you, and you'll see quite easily. You'll find out in only seconds.

─ Fair. That's fair.

─ (Hums.) What about you?

(Peace, safe, home, forever.)

─ (Deep breath.) You. I live for you. You are my scenery.

[keepers-of-lost-light]

Catching Shooting Stars

Standing at the center of an overgrown clearing Nix came to consciousness. The changeling child looked down at her hands, pale and unscarred in the moonlight. A sapphire butterfly made of frost landed on her finger. Crystalline, it glimmered as it took to the air.

The forest shook around her.

A winter wind whistled through swaying summer redwoods. Autumn leaves dappled the forest floor of springtime wildflowers. The seasons melded together around Nix as she spun in a slow circle taking in the wilds before her. 

A ginormous form shifted beyond the trees, and luminescent birds shot into the sky carving shadows in the sky. The underbrush rustled, and Nix whipped around. A set of catlike creatures with the faces of owls tumbled into the clearing. Springing to their feet, they chased circles around Nix. 

She turned with them, the mossy ground sinking under her bare feet. Her giggles cut off at the cracking of a branch. A larger owl-cat, white and black feathers sleek and shining, prowled out of the trees. Nix reached out to the creature, not an ounce of fear pumping through her veins.

The creature greeted her by bowing it’s head, and bumping their foreheads together. Nix trailed her hands through feathers and fur alike. 

The forest shook again, and the same ginormous form shifted in the distance. The owl-cat chirped at it’s kittens, and they darted away. Looking up to the shifting tree, Nix spotted the head of a serpentine megafauna with dark antlers breaking the canopy. Entirely made of vines and trees, the forest dragon exhaled  mist into the sky.

Nix marveled as stars began to blink into existence. Constellations danced in the sky. Coacervat. Vita. Misericordia. Vastador. Custos. Tempestas. Heredis. Cadere. 

One by one they began to waver, dropping from the sky like snow fallen to earth. Nix held her arms out, waiting. The stars glittered in her eyes, watching. They landed at her feet like meteors. A dark star shot towards her, the light almost too bright to register. 

Nix caught it in her arms, celestial energy given shape. She hugged it close, pressing it’s warmth to her chest. Nix closed her eyes, and like swallowing fire, exhaled.  (An excerpt from the novel, The Raven's Call, written circa. April 2021)

[finncomet]

Muse Aesthetics.

REPOST and then BOLD any which apply to your muse! Feel free to add to the list!

Stolen from: @riiese​

Tagging: everyone!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. sheep. cows. pigs. chickens. songbirds. bugs. spiders. butterflies. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. boars. bats. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. ale. mead. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. backpack. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

[heroic-endeavors]

Muse Aesthetics.

Repost and then Bold any which apply to your muse! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. warm. cool.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects. sickles.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lilies. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. sheep. cows. pigs. chickens. songbirds. bugs. spiders. butterflies. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. boars. bats. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. ale. mead. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread. chicken.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. checkers. board games. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running. walking. whistling.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. backpack. visor. eye contacts. makeup. sweater. sweatpants.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. stuffed animals.

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[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Muse Aesthetics.

Repost and then Bold any which apply to your muse! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. warm. cool.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects. sickles.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lilies. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. sheep. cows. pigs. chickens. songbirds. bugs. spiders. butterflies. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. boars. bats. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. ale. mead. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread. chicken.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. checkers. board games. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running. walking. whistling.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. backpack. visor. eye contacts. makeup. sweater. sweatpants.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. stuffed animals.

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[fashioneditswebsite]

6 Accessories That Will Never Lose Their Sparkle in the Fashion

Six fashion accessories that will always remain timeless and popular. Accessories are a great way to make dressing up fun. Jewelry, for example, can add brilliance and dazzle to even the most casual outfits. Fashion trends can be unpredictable and constantly change, causing something once popular to fall out of favor quickly. This is evident by looking at the wide variety of accessories available, including items like mood rings and butterfly clips. There are fashion pieces from the past that deserve praise and continued use due to their timeless style. Engagement Rings  When we think of precious gemstones, the phrase "Diamonds are forever" immediately comes to mind. Since their introduction to the nobility, diamonds have been the top choice for engagement rings. Each decade has its preferences, with various options for the setting, band, and cut. Stud Earrings Stud earrings are a timeless classic worn daily or on special occasions. They come in various sizes ranging from tiny dots to large chunks and offer many options, including simple, intricate, ornate, or over-the-top designs to suit your mood or complement your day's outfit. Stud earrings are a delightful combination of various materials and textures. You can find stud earrings made from precious materials such as diamonds, pearls, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires, considered fine jewelry pieces. Due to the rarity of the metals and the intricacy of the designs, such jewelry is usually expensive. However, there are other sets of stud earrings made of glittering stones or featuring exciting designs that are equally charming and can be bought for a fraction of the cost. Stackable Rings Stacking rings have become a popular trend recently, with many people wearing multiple bands of different shapes and colors on a single finger. It's not just a fad - a style that is likely here to stay. Women, in particular, have been piling on their engagement rings, wedding bands, and eternity rings to create a fashionable and eye-catching look. Fun is at the center of stacking, which has no hard-and-fast rules. You can put all the gold rings together, mix them with platinum and silver sets, or assemble a pile of brilliant gems on every finger. The arrangement is yours to make and play around with. Diamonds and tennis may seem like an unlikely combination, but a famous incident involving Chris Evert at the US Open led to the creation of the tennis bracelet. During a game, Evert lost her diamond bracelet and had to stop to look for it. Since then, the bracelet has been known as the tennis bracelet. Although this bracelet is traditionally a row of small diamonds, recent ones feature other kinds of gems lining a thin metal strand. Some tennis bracelets have two to three beaded lines set on gold, platinum, or silver. So as not to repeat what happened to Chris Evert, be sure your bracelet has a safety clasp. Lettered Necklaces What's in your necklace? Probably the first letter of your name, pet, partner, or child. Initial necklaces are a popular way to show off personal style and, thus, are likely bespoke pieces. Some have pendants that are barely seen, while others are big and contain diamonds. Other initial necklaces also have charms for a flashy effect and are layered with strands of various lengths. This piece of jewelry is yours and yours to wear forever. Pearl Accessories  Have you ever noticed how wearing pearl-encrusted clips or studs instantly makes you feel and look glamorous? A strand of pearls, for instance, is considered a must-have piece of jewelry due to its timeless elegance. Pearls are born in the Seven Seas, and their creation is nothing short of a miracle, just like diamonds from the Earth. Natural pearls are rare and difficult to find, fetching millions of dollars. Cultured pearls offer similar color and luster at a lower price. Adorning clothes and hair accessories are faux pearls. While not as durable as other gems, with proper care, they can become heirlooms. More than the nominal cost, it is the value and meaning attached to each ring, earring, or necklace that makes it a cut above the rest. For more suggestions on other accessories that never go out of style, drop by the comments section. Read the full article

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New Unique Sterling Silver Dichroic Glass Monarch Butterfly Ring.

[heromuses]

Muse Aesthetics.

Done for Kujaku

REPOST and then BOLD any which apply to your muse! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. warm. cool.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects. sickles.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lilies. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. sheep. cows. pigs. chickens. songbirds. bugs. spiders. butterflies. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. boars. bats. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. ale. mead. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread. chicken.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. checkers. board games. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running. walking. whistling.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. backpack. visor. eye contacts. makeup. sweater. sweatpants.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. stuffed animals.

Stolen from: @historias-multorum

tagging: feel free!