#they’re like the moon and the sea btw.

[sillyouhette]

I know u guys followed me for tadc but Have some o these ocs :3c

Their names are (in order) Selene and Marilyn. They mean so much to me.

Also I’m so sorry for my terrible penmanship it was like . What . 1 am idk sjbkdjsvhdjavhd (it was like 9pm.)

[silliemop]

watched The Sea Beast again like two days ago and couldnt help but think of a new au SOOOOOOO

Y/N would be a hunter of the sea monsters. They’d be either the captain or someone else important on the ship.

When Y/N was younger, they met the also young Sun and Moon. Sun and Moon were pretty small when they were younger. Y/N met them when they looked over the edge of the ship and saw them down below just scratching at the sides. (they wanted food sooo Y/N gave them some food)

A bunch of years later, Y/N thought the interaction was just their imagination.

Y/N’s crew finds Sun and Moon(also known as the Celestial Reapers??maybbbee). The sun is setting around this time. They get into a battle. The crew firing their canons and throwing their spears. Sun and Moon are huge btw and are attacking the ship. Y/N accidentally fell off the ship. The ship was badly damaged so they sailed away quickly and didn’t hear Y/N calling out for them.

It was night by now. Y/N was able to rest on a piece of wood. They kept staring at themselves in the water till they closed their eyes due to exhaustion but before they slept they barely noticed the pair of eyes staring up at them in the depth of the water.

Y/N wakes up and is immediately met with a huge yellow sea beast right in front of them. They obviously freak out and panic while Sun just stares. Then Sun picks them up and Y/N is flailing around(giving weak punches which doesn’t harm Sun at all).

Sun and Moon remember who they are from all those years ago and get excited, taking Y/N to that monster island. Y/N is terrified because they have no idea what’s happening or where they’re going.

There would just be a bunch of shenanigans of Y/N trying to run away while Sun and Moon are trying to hang out with them.

Later on when Y/N is comfortable, they go for swims where Y/N would be on one of their backs. They’d also be shown other sea beasts on the island and see that most are good.

THENNNNN there would be that conflict of during a long swim they see a ship about to attack them and so maybeee Sun and Moon get more aggressive than usual to defend Y/N. Y/N would be like “nooo guys noooooo! dont killll!! just swim awayyyy!!!!” But Sun and Moon would attack the ship(it got away just barely) and Y/N would be left wondering how they could convince people to stop attacking sea beasts.

There would also be a moment way later on probably when Y/N would meet again with their crew but during an attack against Sun and Moon. Y/N would be yelling at them to stop attacking. The crew would try to force Y/N to come back making Sun and Moon become more aggressive to get Y/N back (maybbeee Y/N would get taken and Sun and Moon would be too wounded to follow hmmm)

Another idea would be that Sun and Moon come back very wounded one day and Y/N gets super worried for them and tries to care for them(like pulling out the spears from their body)

anywayyy I did some quick doodles of this so hereeee u go

JUST IN TIME FOR THE FIRST DAY OF MERMAYY YAYYY

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

For the bingo if you’d like, “Leaving doodles on their notes/books/items” for Fabriz?

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Throughout his freshman and sophomore years at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy, Riz had a mini mystery running the back of his mind. The stakes, though, were not Penny Luckstone’s life or the end of the world, but his sanity because…. someone kept doodling on his shit!

Ink stars and constellations littered the corners of his study notes. Tiny jellyfish and sea turtles swam across the backs of his flashcards. The margins of the cheap mass-market mysteries he liked to read were filled with wonky daggers, bottles of poison and other murder weapons. And his clues! Not even his clues were safe! Sometimes he’d look away for a minute or two and return to find that they were framed by long lines, some straight, some wavy, that ended in sparkles or hearts. Like he was going to post them on Studygram or something! They would wreck any street cred he could conceivably scrounge up as a teenage private eye!

Well… he doesn’t hate them. Not entirely… Okay, not at all! They’re cute! They fill him with a whimsy that he usually never allows himself to have in his day-to-day life.

But it still drove him batty that he didn’t know who was making them! Over the course of both school years, he’d narrowed the possible suspects down to one of the Bad Kids. It had to be.

At first, he was worried that the list of suspects would include any of the classmates he sat beside. Both in class and during study sessions in the library or study hall. But when the doodles appeared on some of his Nightmare King notes over the summer on a day he’d spent only with the Bad Kids, he was relieved. It’d be a lot easier to find his bandit.

Adaine, he struck off the list first. He’d seen what her spellbook looked like, perfect elvish handwriting and everything placed just so. No doodles to be seen anywhere in the pages of her notes either. And now, looking back, he’d spent more than a handful of evenings studying with her and never had he found a doodle on his things afterward.

Kristen was out too. Though he had seen her doodle on her clerical homework or her arms many times before, he didn’t believe that she had the level of stealth or sleight of hand to elude him for this long. Plus, none of her go-to sun and moon doodles matched any of the ones he’d seen before.

Which left him with either Fig, Fabian, or Gorgug as his culprit. For the longest time, these three had stumped him. Not to mention by that point Spring Break had arrived and they had bigger fish to fry. Unlike Adaine, he hardly studied with either of this trio, so he had no way of knowing whether or not they consistently doodled on their own shit. And unlike Kristen, he considered all of them dexterous enough to evade his passive perception if he was distracted enough.

Thankfully, Fig helped this case immensely one afternoon at the end of sophomore year. It was when they were supposed to be studying for their finals in the Aguefort library. With her feet kicked up on the table, she abruptly looked up from the bardic history book she was maybe reading. Eyes filled with mischief. Leaning over, she plucked his pencil out of his hands and immediately drew a dick in the middle of his notes. For what reason, he had no idea. He'd been too in shock to stop her. Smiling a wide satisfied smile, Fig gave him and nod before going back to her book without a single word.

After a beat, staring at her with wide eyes and furrowed brows, he mentally crossed Fig off of the suspect list.

Leaving only Fabian and Gorgug as his doodle bandit. He had to admit, at this point, he was willing to flip a coin and just decide who it was that way. Because may the Gods damn it all, he should’ve put these two at the top of his suspect list and disregarded the other three.

Fabian had some artistic talent since he was the one who handmade his business cards, on two separate occasions. And he’d once seen the stack of sketchbooks Gorgug had tucked a bit underneath his bed.

Yes, of course, he could always just ask both of the boys whether or not they were his doodle bandit. And if he did so, he’d more than likely get his answer but… what if they stopped once he confronted them? For the first time in his life, Riz was hesitant to close the case on a mystery. He found himself vacillating on asking after the doodles whenever he was alone with one of them—no, that’s a lie. He only felt a worry stir within him when he thought about asking Fabian, he still didn’t know why, though.

Like right now!

At any point, from the moment Fabian barged into his office with lunch for the two of them to now, as the harsh afternoon sun tried its best to cook them alive, he could’ve asked. Just mentioned that he’d been finding doodles every which where and asked if they’d been drawn by Fabian’s hand. Easy peasy! Fabian would either answer yes or no! And then he’d finally know!

But. Riz. Didn’t. Do. That.

He kept quiet. Stuffing his mouth with the artisan BLT Fabian always insisted on getting him to stop any questions from falling out. And when that was all gone, he filled his mouth with explanations of everything he’d found out so far on the entity that shouldn’t be spoken of. That seemed to do the trick. Instead of a head full of doodles, he’d reoriented his brain toward solving a more important case. Yes, much better.

Hours went by like that. Both of them fanned themselves with scraps of paper as they tried to unravel the mystery of the N*ght Y*rb. Well, Riz was trying to unravel the mystery. Darting from his desk to his freshly emptied corkboard to pin up clue after clue. Fabian, on the other hand, lounged across his couch like a fainting aristocrat. Only chiming in with complaints about the heat every five minutes.

To which Riz would reply that he was free to go back to his arcano-conditioned home not twenty minutes away. The most recent time, as he copied a quote from a library book on Realmspace, he added under his breath, “Not like you’re making yourself useful.”

Fabian gasped as he shot upright, a well-manicured hand clutching his invisible pearls. “The Ball. How very dare you!”

“What?” Riz whined with a grin at his best friend’s ridiculousness. “You’re not!”

“I can be very useful.”

“I never said you couldn’t!”

“Hurtful,” Fabian shot back. Jabbing a finger at Riz as he raised his chin and pouted. “That’s what your words are.”

“Fuuuck, come on!” Riz said, trying to keep at least some irritation in his voice. It was hard though. Fondness kept sneaking in and filling his voice with mirth as Fabian crossed his arms in a huff. Somehow pouting even harder. “Okay, alright, I’m sorry. You can be very useful, Fabian.”

Fabian’s pout turned into a small, smug smile. “Apology accepted.”

“Good.” Riz sat back in his chair and let himself take in all of his work finding any clues he could on the N*ght Y*rb. It should be enough to start a proper clue board for it all. “Now get over here and be as useful as you say you are. Help me pin up some of these clues.”

“Ugh,” Fabian groaned as he threw himself back onto the couch. Draiping a dramatic hand over his eye and sighing before he caught Riz’s eye said, “Fine.”

Lifting himself from the couch with a small hop, Fabian strode over to Riz’s desk filled with books and clues. He looked over it all with a befuddled expression. Hands on his hips, his eye scanned the organized chaos (at least to Riz it was) and Riz watched them as they started to glaze over. Taking pity on him, but not without a chuckle, Riz gestured for Fabian to swap places with him at the desk.

“The clues should be somewhat colour-coordinated with highlighters. So group together to blues with the blues and the yellows with the yellows and the—”

“I’m not thick, The Ball. I understand colour-coordination.” Fabian said with a playful scowl.

“Just saying. Sheesh, touchy,” Riz murmured as he slipped out of his desk chair to let Fabian sit. Of which Fabian noogied him for the audacity, but sat down all the same. Readjusting his rumpled hair and tie with a smirk, Riz went on and said, “I’ll be on pin duty. Got it?” Raising a hand toward Fabian in a request for a high five. And even though he rolled his eye, he accepted his request. Completing the high five, trying to hide a smile as Riz yelled out like they finished a team huddle, “Break!”

Working like a well-greased machine, his clue board for the Case of the Terrible N*ght Y*rb began to take shape. With Fabian taking on the more menial task of organizing all of his cluttered thoughts and clues, it left Riz able to focus purely on stringing them all together into something more... coherent. Don’t get him wrong, it was still a chaotic mess of scribbled notes and red string, but it was a vast improvement.

Whenever asked, Fabian would hand him a notecard or just a torn-off notebook page for him to pin and then link to another. A stray quote on an old newspaper clipping. Half of an omen from ages long past hastily written with a dying pen. Most of a text conversation he had with Adaine that he printed out and annotated.

It had all been going so well until he got lost in thought. Staring off through the window at the sun setting under the horizon. Trying to connect to disparate thoughts because of an itching in the back of his mind that they in fact could be connected at all. After five minutes of silent contemplation, Riz decided to put it on the back burner for now. For the sake of getting the last couple of clues on the board.

Still staring out of the window, Riz extended an open hand toward Fabian and asked, “Could you hand me a blank notecard and pencil. I’m on to something but I don’t know what yet.”

“As you wish, detective,” Fabian answered in his usual posh drawl and placed the card and the pencil in his grasp.

Without fully looking, Riz scribbled down those disparate yet somehow connected thoughts and went to pin them up on a corner of the board. It was only then, as he sunk a push pin into the top of the card that he noticed something off about it.

In the bottom corner of the notecard was the profile of his face drawn in graphite surrounded by familiar-looking stars. His long ears, dark curly hair, a pensive expression and even his bad habit of biting the tips of his claw. All of it was shown in a tiny little doodle on this card. But that would mean—Riz gasped. His heart skipped a beat.

Every hesitation and anxiety he had about solving this little, frivolous mystery left him in the blink of an eye.

“You’re the doodle bandit?” Riz exclaimed and whipped around to shove the notecard in Fabian’s confused face.

Well-kept brows shooting up, Fabian looked down at Riz as if he’d grown a second head. “I’m the what?”

“You’re the one that’s been doodling on all of my shit since freshman year!” Riz said as he couldn’t contain all of the bursting, soaring, warm feelings that were exploding within his small frame and began to climb Fabian. He bound up and onto Fabian’s lap to point out the doodle of himself on the card to him. His slim tail kept him balanced as he perched on Fabian’s thighs while it also wagged excitably behind him.

Fabian reared back, one of his hands covering the lower half of his face. “No, I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have!”

“I have done no such thing!”

“What’s this then?”

“Okay, so I’ve done it once.” Taking Riz’s wrist in hand, Fabian yanked the notecard down and out of his face. Getting all up in Riz’s face, foreheads touching, Fabian (presumably) tried to intimidate him into ignoring this revelation. “Once does not a pattern make, The Ball.”

But Riz Gukgak was not so easily intimidated.

“No, it doesn’t.” He said, feigning defeat. Just long enough for Fabian to have started loosening his hold on his wrist to slip out and fall back to the ground. And perhaps very ‘Ball’-like, once his feet hit the floor, he didn’t stop moving. Instead, he darted for a filing cabinet next to his desk. Yanking the lowest drawer open, he pulled out yet another clue board and presented it to Fabian with righteous vigour. “But I think all of these should do it. Ha!”

Fabian’s eye widened and his mouth fell open just a bit as he beheld the sight in front of him.

Every single doodle Riz had ever found on any of his things was pinned to the surface of this 18x24-inch board. Either ripped out of notebooks or meticulously photocopied, it didn’t matter, not an inch of the board wasn’t concealed by one of Fabian’s idle creations.

A night sky worth of stars and constellations covered the top half of the board while dozens of adorable sea creatures inhabited the lower half. The middle was more of a free-for-all. Intricately designed blades. Sprawling vines. Skulls and bones (duh!). Sparkles and hearts. Anything and everything. And now—Riz took the newest notecard, the one with his face on it and pinned it to the center of the board—him.

Looking at it all, Riz felt a little dizzy at how jubilant he felt knowing that Fabian made all of it.

This is why when Fabian piped up and said, “Oh. Well then. I apologize.”, Riz almost gave himself whiplash with how fast his head spun toward him.

Apologize?

“Huh?” Riz asked, his face scrunched up in confusion. Too caught up spiralling in his own pleasant feelings to have realized that Fabian might’ve been spiralling in a different direction.

“Obviously it’s been bothering you for a while now,” Fabian said with a gulp. Grimacing as he gestured toward the doodle-filled board. “I’ll, umm, try not to, uh, ‘doodle on your shit’ anymore.”

“No!” Before he could think not to, Riz flickered forward to grasp his gesturing hand. His small green claws wrapped around Fabian’s warm ones, far larger than his own, and squeezed them. Heart racing, in fear or for another reason, Riz had no time to decide as he tried to prevent his one worry about this case from coming true. Stumbling over his words because of how quickly they were trying to leave his lips, Riz said, “I-I don’t, I don’t mind.”

A cautious look of hope bloomed on Fabian’s handsome features. “But you made a clue board about it.”

“I know but I really don’t mind them. In fact, they,” He looked down at Fabian’s doodles again and smiled. Looking back up at Fabian with a tender expression. His pupils were undoubtedly as dilated as could be. “They make me happy.”

Cautious hope melted into fondness on Fabian’s face he smiled shyly and squeezed Riz’s hand. “Well, then. I’m… very happy to hear that.”

The two of them spent a couple more moments staying just like that. The setting sun bathing Riz’s office in hues of golden orange and red, before finishing up their work. From then on, with the Case of the Elusive Doodle Bandit solved, Riz kept that board filled with Fabian’s doodles out where he could see them. For those long nights spent researching or studying when he needed a morale boost.

Sometimes he’d even come back from school or from working a local case and find a new doodle. Of a bird or waves or himself from an angle he didn’t realize he was being drawn from pinned to the board. 

The doodle bandit striking again when he least expected it.

Two down! Three more for a Bingo! Thank you for sending me this ask, Erin! Again, I hope you enjoyed it!!

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[chicxxonaa]

Hi. This is the first text post I’ve made relating to writing. I wanted to challenge myself to make prompts for my favorite fandoms. So like this is my first one. I’m still an amateur. So I hope you all enjoy and give me good feedback 🙏🏻. (This is JJK related btw)

Content: angst. some fluff lol. this is from Gojo’s perspective. (Will post Geto’s version sometimes today or this week)

I thought of you again today.

And I decided to look for you.

…

I tried looking for your eyes first. Christmas has passed again without you. So I thought the low glow of the festive lights and lanterns could guide me to them.

Your eyes always spoke of something alluding to longing. They’re dark as the ocean at night. When I looked far off into the bay when the moon was nearing its new phase, I thought of how your eyes used to look at me. Stare at me back, like how I stare out into the abyss of the sea. They were black, cold, full of melancholy. Yet when you smiled they would scrunch up and wrinkle your temples.

…

I tried looking for your ears next. When I last saw you, you were still sporting those black gauged earrings that would hang like the ears of Buddha. I always teased you with a statement and in return you’d give me a hard hit in the arm. So I visited shops less known to the public where they did ear piercings. I’d look at their displays and see if anything stuck out. I saw beautiful designs. Black was always your signature color. And I may not be the most fashionable in this area, but you always reminded me of the color of royal blue. The kind of blue you see on pictures of nobles. The kind of blue that shows elegance. I think something like that would make you look like royalty.

…

I then decided to search for your mouth. Your voice. Your lips. Your teeth.

You never were much of a smiler. My jokes would only arouse a boring expression or you rolling your eyes away from me. Always so stoic. Only making slight little smiles when something was interesting. Or when you were trying to smooth talk your way out of trouble with the headmaster. A polite, small, gentle smile.

But when you smiled at me. It was so distinct that I could still draw it a million times in my head.

You would show your top teeth when you smiled at me, followed by a laugh. And what a laugh it was. It was dark and rich like chocolate. Your lips, thin and slightly chapped, stretched to form a marvel on your pale mooned face. It would savor in my mind for days on end. I never wanted such a taste to go away. So I made it my priority to make you laugh and smile as much as I could.

So I searched for that same sweetness in the places I would make you smile the most. The arcade. The little coffee shop with just three small tables. The alley with stairs and rails where I would attempt to glide down without loosing my balance. And in return, you’d join. Finding amusement in my foolishness. What a fool I have become so.

…

I searched for your body and hair. You were always so well kept. You always wore a bun, dark strands slicked back with a few falling to the front of your face. The color was black like raven feathers. You were pale, unblemished, and not a sign of age to your features. Like the glow of the moon above fresh, untouched snow. You weren’t always the best eater. Other than your favorite dish, Mak-guksu, you couldn’t really come around to eating everything and anything I got you. “I can’t get rid of that taste back there.” You’d say. Alluding to your abilities.

So I went looking for you in temples. Where I would see nests of crows circling around me. Death’s messengers. Near the temple, I’d see worshippers come in with white robes that would blend with the snow. With their dim lanterns, the shadows bounced off radiating a warm glow from their holy attire. A pure being, no matter what you did.

…

The last thing I searched for were your hands. Slender, rugged, brittle. Calloused and tender. Your knuckles would go white every time you were writing out a report for class, because you would be so focused you’d forget to let your fingers relax after each pen stroke. Your fingernails were clean, despite the dirty work you’d do. But I loved your hands. I loved the way they’d come close when you passed me something like a dropped pen, a cup of tea. Or that night during the summer solstice, when we would go out to downtown for festivities and we left the group to go find a better spot to watch the fireworks. When we found a small ledge just off the edge of river where the show was beginning, we watched in awe. Smiling, the sound of the whistles that ended with a loud bang as an array of sparks and flames danced in the air.

And that’s when your hands,

your warm hands, crept their way, sliding carefully across the rail bar where the ledge was, temptingly to interlace with my own. Like the call of the siren I couldn’t resist such a moment. It started with our pinkies overlapping, testing the waters. Then it soon became our ring and middle fingers intertwined like stitches. And surely, your hands clasped with mine and for a moment, the world seemed still. I could see from the corner of my lenses that you weren’t looking at the sky anymore. You were looking at me. The hue of bright blues, purples, greens and yellows illuminating such a heavenly sight. You looked at me, like you knew me for a thousand years. You saw me. And I saw all of you. Your hands, skin, hair, ears, mouth, nose and eyes, were all I saw. And they painted the most beautiful of all living things that this earth has given me. And you leaned forward to share the warmth of your love, as I couldn’t hear the sounds of the world, and only the sound of your breath slowly rising as you planted a kiss on my lips. Forever marking me as yours.

…

I searched for the that same warmth that night so long ago on the same ledge, at the same time it all happened.

I place my hand on the cold, snow covered rail bar, to see if you would take it.

But you never did.

I looked forward to see anything of your likeness.

But I saw nothing.

I shut off all thought, muted the outside world as much I could

To hear your sound, a voice, a whisper.

But there was silence.

And in that silence, I only heard the sound of my heart, becoming more numb under the freezing night. I can only hear my breath, visible to the icy air.

…

I searched for you today, Suguru.

I failed, but I’ll try again next time I think of you.

[plutoswrath]

𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝟷: 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗

🫧 Working with children, I really want to start making more astro observations on them. I’ve read many theories about ‘children are their moon sign etc’ - which doesn’t have to be wrong btw !! the environment we grow up in really heavily determines what we show and grow into the most after all - but from what I’ve seen so far, especially when they’re younger, they’re all their sun sign to a t.

🫧 When we talk about children it’s important to note that children are all very much in their ‘me me me’ era and that they just at the start of getting socialized. What aspect in their chart will be shown and is evolving is also very dependent on the institution/environment they are in. If you put a child in school, it only makes sense that the 3rd house is heavily triggered since it literally talks about our early socialization process and early education.

🫧 The process of growing more and more into the ascendant (aka the way they are socialized by their close environment) would be ever present, I believe, but ofc, it all starts from home (as almost everything does, right?) and then translates into the way they start behaving and interacting at other places.

🫧 But since my work with children mainly consists out of playing with them and doing sports, I think the vital, expressive and fun loving attitude of the sun shines even more than usual. Not only are young children mainly controlled by their ego, but my work focuses on helping children realize their individual unique skill sets as well, so I do think I get a good glimpse of their purest form of their Sun, 5th house, as well as Mars energy (honorable mentions, Mercury and Venus)

🫧 And let me tell you while we’re at it, I’ve met so many Gemini and Virgo children in my life and nothing compares to the level of articulation both possess. Not to forget the level of skill Gemini children possess from an early age on (and yes Gemini children are the ones who talk the most. It’s not a bad thing though, we as a society should really start listening to children more and nothing means more to Gemini children than showing them that you engage with their words and pay attention). Virgo children are most of the time so easy to be around (often because they early on start adapting to the rules of the adults, sad to see <‘3) + Virgo children are extremely witty, and so are Leo children too. But if you think Virgo children are the ones crying the loudest when rules are broken then I have to disappoint it’s always Libra children throwing the biggest fit if they themselves perceive anything as unjust (which goes beyond going against the rules of a game).

🫧 Also Scorpio children are always in their own world and so are cancer children. While Scorpio children border on the Jupiterian energy of Sagittarius they often have class clown energy too, but despite that, Scorpio and Cancer children are always zoning out at one point. Cancer children have a thing for pouting and giving the silent treatment btw LMAO it’s actually quiet funny they are the children that usually are the shiest at the beginning and retreat easily if something scares them. Their parents are their heaven if something happens. But once Cancer children feel comfortable they are totally led by their water energy. Totally in their own fantasy world and it’s really cute to see. But yeah very hard to read, I’m a Cancer myself and I have the most trouble reading Cancer children even though they all act on the same scheme of ‘one step forward, two steps back’, if anything threatens them they retreat immediately (!). I remember my primary school teacher introducing me to a new classmate and she literally said ‘Luca is like the sea, one minute they’re quiet and still and the next minute they’re wild and loud.’ LOL. If only she knew.

🫧 I observed that Cancer and Pisces children all exude the same mystic energy. Especially cancer children literally will remind you of the moon, it’s the vibe and the looks that they have, they also tend to look a tat sad most of the time, really somber.

Credit: plutoswrath, 2022.

[witchthewriter]

Hiya! I wanted to ask for Elizabeth Swann headcanons on dating a pirate!reader? SFW and NSFW for the headcanons please. Keep the good stuff coming, love you!

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

Thank you for the request! I literally have such a huge crush on Elizabeth man, look how pretty she is 🦋 also I love you more!!!

a/n: Requests are open, thank you for reading <3

🌿ESFP 🍁Gryffindor 🔮Sagittarius Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising

SFW

✶ Meeting because her thirst for adventure felt overwhelming. The world was so big and Elizabeth wanted to experience every part of it

✶ She created her own crew, with a quartermaster (relays orders, punishments and is in charge when the captain is looking at charts and maps), boatswain (making sure supplies last), etc., However, Elizabeth made it an all woman ship. 

✶ You ended up on that ship, and proved yourself a good sailor. She wanted someone who could be helpful and would come to you often 

✶ I have this cool headcanon that you’re a seer and can see/locate things. Or maybe you’re an empath/have great intuition and know when someone is lying/feeling? 

✶ That would be such an interesting dynamic and I think it would get around about your ability and other people want you for themselves. But Elizabeth swears to protect you and always keep you safe

✶ I can see her giving you a necklace; it’s a small ruby with a cord instead of a chain. 

✶ Likes to rest her head in your lap, loving when you rake your fingers through her hair

✶ And she to be the little spoon 

✶ Talks in her sleep by the way - not anything crazy but little comments about the day

✶ Braiding each other’s hair

✶Whispering your dreams while lying in bed together 

✶ Telling each other stories about your childhoods

✶ Always and I mean ALWAYS sticking up for each other; whether it’s to crew members that are speaking out of turn, men who think they’re better than you or those who wish you were more traditional 

✶ Practicing your sword skills with each other

✶ Teaching her how to read the stars

✶ She gives you the most passionate kiss whenever she sees you; I mean runs up to you, throwing her arms around you

✶ You were the first one to say “I love you” 

✶ She was the one who proposed 

✶ You two becoming the most revered and fiercest pirates of the seven seas

✶ This means more and more people are after you

✶ Getting Jack to help on occassion 

NSFW 🔞

✶ She is absolutely dominant in the bedroom - would without a doubt be into tying you up, nipple clamps, face riding. 

✶ She loves telling you what to do; absolutely thrives off of the adrenaline when you do what she says

✶ Likes to pull your hair

✶ Very into tits; would love kissing and biting your nipples. Absolute fondaling fiend

✶ Will talk dirty to you, even in front of others. She likes it when others realise that you’re hers and not to go near you

✶ Likes to be called captain in the bedroom

  “Say it,” she commands, a hand around your throat while she glides her cunt over your own. 

   “You feel so good, Captain,” you whined, a high pitched noise escaping your mouth. 

     “Again.” 

✶ She loves to dress the both of you in the riches that she’s collected; letting you lay on the bed - naked - while she places a ruby necklace around your neck, opal earrings and a golden crown. Then she goes down on you. 

✶ She LOVES to leave marks

✶ Also likes to fuck you on her desk - shoving her maps off to lay you down and ravage you

✶ She’s horny a lot btw

✶ Doesn’t mind if the crew hears, but won’t go out of her way to be insanely loud 

✶ Wearing her captain’s hat during sex

✶ On occassion she likes to be dominated - and likes it when you tie her hands above her head

[autism-purgatory]

fuck it here’s how magic in Shadows of Novald works.

Magic is usually granted by an entity, and they technically aren’t gods. They’re worshipped by cults here and there, but none of them have ever expanded into a widespread religion. These gods are associated with concepts, and as long as those concepts exist, that god has a semblance of power, and doesn’t need worship to keep its influence. Magic is separated into different categories with several abilities

Beastly: Associated with, you guessed it, beasts and monsters of all strifes, associated with Eelvan, the god of hunting, cannibalism, monsters, and all those who are outcast and shunned. Dusoans (volcanic serpentine beings with four eyes that turn people into statues of ash) Vampires (people who drink dragons blood and turn into them gradually over thousands of years), Werewolves, dragons, chimeras, all are under the eye of Eelvan, protecting them with their curse.

Spectral: Associated with the paranormal, ghosts, death, necromancy on some occasions, and darkness. Shades, demons, the Blotting (deadly ghost smoke that poisons you over time). Also associated with Thopa, the god of the moon, the Chasm (the afterlife), thieves, death, darkness, etc. they try to stop humans from reaching divinity or using magic, which is why humans can’t use magic, and also why the moon had a giant freaky eye on it. You are directly using your own life force with this magic, which is why it’s been deliberately forbidden and made impossible to learn.

Knowledge: This is an odd one. One gains this magic by making a deal with a collector, an eldritch scion who collects forbidden knowledge for their master, the distant god Dun’rul. Knowledge mages can use eldritch powers including dark tentacles, telekinesis, depends on the collector you made a deal with. You have to collect knowledge with its help whenever it wants, so that’s a setback.

Heat: it’s not just fire I swear, it’s literally just heat, like the wavy hot air that sprays from a propane tank, that kind of heat. Also, extremely flammable, which is why any anyone with a heat seal on their body’s aren’t allowed into cinemas, since the heat they radiate could incinerate the film, even from a distance. Its setback is that its, yknow, extremely dangerous, and you have to be incredibly experienced in magic to get a license for it.

Water: Pretty self explanatory, but water is everywhere. Like most elements, it can’t directly manipulate the body. Water can’t manipulate blood or any liquid that’s too viscous to be manipulated. Water magic can crystallize into ice or even snow. Associated with the dead ocean god Marian. Legend says her corpse is still rotting on the sea floor. She was killed by Thopa (who can kill gods btw) due to siding with humanity and making the Oceanids and Sirenids. Water often times needs your own moisture as a conduit, which can be draining.

Weather: the oldest form of magic, which includes fog, lightning, rapid winds, and the common contribution to electricity. Associated with Teo, the sun god. Them and Thopa are lovecraftian gods with some fantasy elements sprinkled in. Teo is omnipotent, and always observing, waiting for the perfect moment to incinerate their sibling. They granted magic to people. They also developed certain concepts on the barren earth, creating most of the gods. Weather is a dangerous magic, since you could suffocate or electrocuted.

Destruction: Blood magic. It can explode, melt steel, set on fire, all it needs is your blood. Unless you’re a knight or extremely trained cop (ew) you aren’t learning this magic legally any time soon. It’s associated with Vuro, the god of war, natural disasters and male attraction. They are married to Vura, the god of…

Fusion: associated with mending materials including flesh. You can’t reattach limbs with this, just to mend small cuts or graft skin. It can mend bone though, Fusion is also performed in some kingdoms for marriage ceremonies, where the couple mends two bits of separated flesh together. Some people take it too far. The Grafted are those who were fully overtaken by Fusion, melting together in an unstoppable abomination, its only at this stage can they fuse body parts to themselves, but they are usually limp and unusable.

Song: considered a dead form of magic, which died out when the Sirenids went extinct near the end of Antiquity. Not even the Deep Oceanids can do it anymore. The scary thing about it is that it’s the only element besides spectral that can directly manipulate the body or mind. It does this through hypnosis.

Technology: The newest form of magic, and probably ISNT a form of magic. Humanity’s lack of magic eventually lead to a revolution in technological advancement and innovation like radios, electricity, plumbing, motors, even silent films! Gargoyles technically fall under this category (they’re fueled by dragons blood and are bound to a building to protect it). Constructs are smaller, weaker machines that carry out complex tasks and even jobs. They do it with no sapience behind their actions like an Alexa or Siri. The abandoned ones worship a god called Nobody, and sing in the depths of Novald’s sewers. It’s theorized that they’re trying to bring back the magic of song by resurrecting Marian.

[bluiex]

Omg heyy!! Im was meant to be asleep early today I don’t do that. So uh here’s the religions of some of the species(or at least ones I’ll actually talk about or have their own story for) Also while doing this I realised I didn’t do how the species Flirt and now crying as I’ll start that later…(I’m sorry I wrote far more then I meant to)

Sporelings, they believe all plant life and fungus are sacred. In such, as they are unable to touch plant life without decaying them or turning the in to fungi, they don’t touch them. They believe that the fungi are the ancestors of themselves and plant life are the ancestors the fae. Tho in more recent times they have discovered that plant life are not of the fae but of humans. Fuelled by hatred of them taking over their lands they no longer try and prevent the death of the plant life that may come onto their land or way.

Gnomes, have similar beliefs as the sporelings, that the fungi are their ancestors as they follow the same patrons.(Lord of Myconids, Psilofyr and Soma, god of the RgVeda(Real gods btw))

Vex and Allays, at some point where the same, Vex were corrupted by unknown entities.(Humans. It was sooooo the humans.) At this a pair of twin Vexes, wishing to destroy the corruption in them fused with two humans they had be come close with.(Steven Universe style,  Minecraft flavour)Sadly, this wasn’t enough. The corruption had subdue slightly but was still very present. At this discovery, they told a some of the other vexes.(Oh btw, they can’t fuse unless there is some kinda of bond between the Vex and the human.) Nowadays, this is some what present in courting. The Vex hybrid will present the one they wish to court with a piece of themselves as jewellery.(It could be a finger, some hair or even a piece of their wing(tho that one hurts a lot, this one is mainly done as a wish or promise for marriage)) The human and Vex exist separately but at the same time their the same. It’s like a little voice in your head that can sometimes control you.

Fae, they’re still gunna follow the regular fae stuff such as the Seelie court 

Elves,(I am far to lazy to actually go though books and books and books of stories to find the religion of the Elves so have this one I found online. https://www.worldanvil.com/w/the-realm-of-mibr-jacobklassen2/a/elven-faith-article#:~:text=The%20Elven%20Faith%20worships%203,to%20one%20type%20of%20elf.)

Fairy, They don’t have a little proper religion, but they do believe gods exist But dont really care about them.

Avians, they believe in the god of the sun Helios, goddess of the moon Luna, god of the stars Astraeus, goddess of the earth Gaia and goddess of the sea Lizzie Dynamene(Aka Lizzie cause you know LDshadowlady)

Or simply saying they worship the sky they fly in, the water they drink and the earth they rest upon.

Creatures of the void, I was gunna say the watchers BUT we’re going to take everything we know about the watchers and throw it into a washing machine. Imagine this your first time hearing about the watchers but your learning about it through me actually speaking out the story-(I start in the middle and just at random points I add things and forget where I was half the time and I talk really fast so for the other people hearing me tell stories it’s like “just smile and nod”) it’s like some now that the watchers are evil that have killed people such as the great Endrians(believed to have gone extinct by those who are unaware of the watchers) and then some only know that they use to help the people of the end. No actually has the full the story it’s mostly just take what you like from the stories and follow that for your whole life.

Zombie, Their Patron is Lady Death cause You know- their undead-

-🌺🪸🥀

It's me. I'm zombie

I LOVE ALL THEIR BELIEFS!! Avians one *chefs kiss*

[partyswirl]

The rot is so cool

>⚠️⚠️⚠️rainworld spoilers btw ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️

I still can’t sleep I’m gonna write some more unorganized thoughts yay

the notes app is for LOSERS I -ruin my digital footprint

ANYWAY the rot is so fucking awesome I cannot even begin to put it into words literally so cool??

normally decomposition like creates new life as is shown in. A lot of rainworld. Cough cough all the abandoned cities are now teeming with new life and that’s SO AWESOME I literally love it so much

that’s like natural that represents nature the natural flow the circle of life the CYCLE if you will

but there’s something SEVERELY messed up with how time works and the ancients were like FUCK NO

but before they all died they had to figure out how and also a lot of them kinda just wanted to build things so they did. They built a lot of things. They built a lot of not nature things especially in their frantic scramble to escape creeping death at the hands of the void sea

I might talk more about the void sea later it’s very strange weird messed up

but anyway one of the non-nature things they made were the ITERATORS. They decided for some reason to make these immortal robots sentient and sapient, completely ignoring that they’d be left behind and treating them like another purposed organism.

They created them in part and to just survey wildlife and maintain all their stuffs which was totally chill. But the problems start to.. start (what is a thesaurus) when they started making these sentient beings purely for finding out how to make the ancients PERMANENTLY DIE

which I think is funny because they also built all this way upwards because they were escaping death but I guess they were kinda right for that because if you don’t die correct you get stuck forever which is the opposite of what their society was trying to achieve

but they didn’t even know what happens when you ascend!! They weren’t even completely entirely sure what you needed to do!!! A lot of them tried to shed themselves of natural urges (which is probably why they didn’t talk of any ascension for slugcats lizards scavs etc. they’re more ‘primitive’ so they just rely on their natural urges so how would they reach the point of ascension?? But to get to max karma as a schlug you just have to survive a lot???) <- that parentheses was longer than it should’ve been but basically they made up stuff that was supposed to help but they still couldn’t be sure!! It’s impossible to know!! Because you can’t come back from ascension!!!

I promise I’ll get to the rot soon pleading emoji..

but basically they focused all their attention on expansion and then death rather than trying to yknow live or coexist with the environment in any way. They focused so much on dying they forgot to live. They focused so much on dying, even though they didn’t know what would happen when you die (but a practice was made up anyway by pure theory and possibly socially enforced), that they didn’t care who they would hurt

(Maybe it’s just me but this feels like a jab at corrupt people in organized religion and misinterpretations of religion used to justify hate and damn.. we stan..)

yknow who ELSE focused so much on dying, even though NOTHING was confirmed about what why when where how (but an explanation was made up anyway by pure theory), that they didn’t care who they hurt??? FIVE PEBBLES my boy my sweet sweet suicidal angst calculator

we’re not gonna talk about how SRS could’ve just not given him instructions on how to try to off himself btw why did you do that I don’t get it

FOCUSED ON DYING ✔️ just generally correct

UNCONFIRMED METHODS ✔️ sliverist, believing maybe sos (cool name btw) dying WAS the solution. this is pure theory.nobody has ANY clue what the triple affirmative even means, just that sliver is dead.

DIDNT CARE WHO THEY HURT ✔️ moon!!! moon was like “hey we share water maybe you shouldn’t drink all our shared water reserves” and he proceeded to blame her for the experiment going wrong even though NOBODY KNOWS IF IT WOULDVE GONE RIGHT IT WAS JUST A THEORY A GAME THEORY

Wow! A cycle! Would you look at that!

So that checks out

ANYWAY ONTO THE ROT SEE J SAID I WOULD GET TO IT

the rot the rot the rot the rot!!!!

THE ROT IS THE OPPOSITE OF DECOMPOSITION

UNNATURAL AND DESTROYS LIFE

CANCEROUS GROWTH, NOT AT ALL MEANT TO BE THERE, DEFIES DEATH AT THE COST OF ITS HOSTS HEALTH

selfish attempt at death creates something that SELFISHLY LIVES

I DONT KNOW HOW TO PIT IT INTO WORDS BUT LIKE YKNOW HOW THE ANCIENTS CREATING THE ITERATORS RUINED THE NATURAL WORLD AND THEY JUST DITCHED IT IT’S KIKE THAT BUT PEBBS CANT LEAVE

THEY TRIED TO DIE AND THEY LWFT SOMETHING BEHIND AND THEYRE LEAVING SOMEONE ELSE TO DEAL WITH IT

I’m gonna be honest when I got the actual rot part of this rot rant j completely forgot what I was gonna say I totally bullshitted this last section

more rainworld rants coming in like half an hour if I still can’t sleep god help me

[favoniuscodex]

forever, forgotten

prompt: The two of you realize that you don’t work as well as you originally think. characters: zhongli/gn!reader, diluc/gn!reader, childe/gn!reader word count: 2.2k warnings: brief injury description, putting in stitches is described, emotional cheating (but not physical or overt), pain and angst a/n: rev up those fryers, because i am sure hungry for some angst! i love pain. i really do. it’s where i feel my writing thrives. but i apologize for making reader an ass in some of these. oops. it’s only human nature :) no beta reader btw, pls send in an ask if you see any errors so i can fix them!

CHILDE/TARTAGLIA

childe has always been one to thrive in the heat of battle, while you’ve been one to thrive literally anywhere else than a fight.

your relationship is kept on the downlow, both because you don’t want the attention of dating a fatui harbinger and childe doesn’t want you getting caught in the crossfire of any battles of his.

why date a man if you can’t be involved in what he loves the most?

he arrives at your doorstep, a sheepish, tired smile on his face, one hand clutching his opposite arm, trying to tamp the blood that seeps into the grey fabric of his clothing.

you meet his gaze with an equally tired one. the sun has yet to rise and you are no longer surprised by your lover’s impromptu visits at your doorstep, nor his condition.

he only shows up when he needs something, after all.

you usher him in without a word and he sits at your dining table, quiet as you stitch up his wounds.

you’re not a nurse. you shouldn’t be so good at piercing a needle through someone’s skin. the thought of it unsettles you a bit, but you withhold these thoughts from the harbinger before you, who always desires to run a sharp blade of water through the necks of his enemies.

the silence between the two of you isn’t tense. rather, the air is dull and laced with fatigue. you know the man before you will fall asleep wordlessly on your couch soon before you navigate to your bedroom and slump over on your mattress. you’ll leave for work in the morning, leaving him to dream away on the couch. by the time you arrive home, he’ll be gone without a trace, except for the stack of mora he leaves on your kitchen table.

your relationship is no more than transactional at this point, but at least those who are paid for the night feel the warm touch of another.

however, tartaglia throws a wrench in your typical night plans. he decides to speak.

“there’s a new guy where you work,” he speaks, lifting his eyes from the needle in your hands to meet yours. “you get along well.” the words of the harbinger are embittered, laced with a childish petulance. but rather than assuage his fears, you furrow your brows and lift the needle up, before puncturing the skin with it once more.

“you sent people to watch me,” you scoff. it doesn’t exit your lips as a question, but rather a statement of ire. childe huffs in response.

“do you wish for me to leave you unguarded?” he says, irritation lacing his tone. nonetheless, he shakes his head slightly, ruffling his brunette hair. “whatever. Coworker.”

“what about him?” you respond, finishing his stitches and scooting your chair backwards to give him space. you finally make eye contact and realize that within his azure eyes, jealousy lies. “he’s a coworker.”

exhaustion is getting to the both of you. childe takes note of your dull-eyed look, a far cry from how you once looked at him. your lips rest in a slight frown and dark circles rest underneath your eyes. you look absolutely exhausted. nonetheless, he pushes onward.

“you two spend quite a bit of time together,” tartaglia remarks.

“if you have someone following me around all the time, then you know i’m not cheating,” you respond, folding your arms and narrowing your eyes at him.

“i know. but maybe it would be easier if you did,” his words soften and reveal a subtle pain behind what he’s saying, but in your fatigued state, the meaning is unclear.

“what the hell does that even mean?” you ask, forcing your voice to stay level. you’re tired, which means you’re more likely to be irritated, but you stay steady. whoever raises their voice first loses the argument, in your eyes.

“maybe it would be better if you were with someone you still loved,” childe finally confesses, yet another layer of defensiveness stripped from his voice, revealing his nerves. you glance up from where you had absentmindedly fixated your gaze on your thighs -- when had you done that? -- and look into his eyes to see the flames of jealousy being overwhelmed with an ocean of sadness. the harbinger had always loved the sea.

“don’t say that,” you murmur. “don’t do this to yourself, tartaglia.”

“ajax,” he whispers, correcting you. you know if he speaks louder, the ocean within his eyes will seep out. “and if you feel that way, then say it.”

“say what?” you ask, rubbing a hand across your eyes.

“say you love me,” ajax whispers. his face is flushed red as he struggles to contain the melancholy emotions he’s tried so hard to lock away.

you go quiet. at one point, you would have screamed the words from the top of the highest liyuean mountains, but now, a lump in your throat prevents them from exiting your mouth to reassure your lover, if you’re even allowed to call him that.

a bitter smile spreads across his face, his eyes growing red. “thank you,” he says, his tone saturated with emotional agony.

you watch him leave. your past screams at you to reach out to him, to beg him to stay, but you watch him collect his things and exit your house silently. as tartaglia closes your front door softly behind him, not bothering to look back at you, you let out a shaky sigh and curl up on your couch.

your head finds itself upon the throw pillow that his blood had leaked onto, but you’re too tired to care. instead, you lie on your side, wondering about what could’ve been before falling into a dreamless sleep.

DILUC

you’re a people person while he’s a lone wolf, a commoner while he was always destined to be a societal elite. in comparison with the man significant enough to receive a gift from the gods, you are nothing.

but he always made you feel differently. he would hold you close on winter nights, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fell asleep to his heartbeat. but that’s all they were -- nothings.

you saw how he looked at her -- a liyuean diplomat. you had asked him about her before.

“she’s just someone from the past,” diluc had stated, not making eye contact and brushing away your words, an uncharacteristic move for the man who would once recite ballads of your beauty whenever you had expressed an insecurity. “nobody to worry about.” he

but as they leaned in close to each other, whispering to each other as diluc tended the bar, her resting her elbows on the counter, you realized that their relationship had never been platonic and you were a fool to believe they didn’t have a history together.

you stayed positive until the calvary captain noticed your sad looks towards the bar. he simply murmured a few words to you that would confirm your fears.

you didn’t want to play if you were always going to be second place to a woman who showed up every blue moon.

maybe that’s her appeal, you thought to yourself. she’s here infrequently enough that he’s smitten with her. she leaves before she can become mundane, exits the scene before his memories of her can sour.

but the days roll by and you find yourself becoming more and more embittered. diluc stays out late, saying work is keeping him. kaeya tells you otherwise. for a man who has no reason to be involved, you owe your dignity to kaeya for intervening and telling you the truth.

but diluc doesn’t cheat. he just smiles at her. they’re friends, that’s all. but jealousy is the devil’s mistress and you lay in bed with her in your heart as she pries her fingers into your love and rips it apart at the seams.

the liyuean woman leaves. upon her departure, your love for the red-haired man exits the stage as well, leaving behind a neglected husk of a relationship.

diluc smiles at you, none the wiser, approaching you after you finish your shift one evening. this is the first time you’ve spoken in three weeks and he doesn’t even seem to notice.

upon seeing his lips curl upwards at your appearance, the fragments of your heart shatter into dust, for you realize that the way he looked at the liyuean diplomat will never compare to the look he gives you.

he invites you over to his place, saying he misses your company. what is there to miss? you’ve been here all along, watching, waiting, agonizing over him, and yet he acts like he wasn’t the one that caused the two of you to be apart.

“i don’t think it’s the best idea for us to keep being together in such a manner,” you respond as you grab your bag, not making eye contact. “we wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea.”

diluc watches you leave, stunned by your response. “wait,” he calls out to you, making you turn around. “did i do something wrong?”

“no,” you lie, plastering a fake, soft smile on your face. “i just think i did. it’s nothing you did, i just… don’t think i can keep doing a relationship right now.”

“you’re breaking up with me?” diluc asks, dumbfounded. “here? Now?”

“yes,” you respond, praying your voice doesn’t crack and revealing your sadness. “i’ve found someone else to put first.” myself, you think. you watch as diluc attempts a stoic expression, but you can see the sadness in his eyes.

as the winds of mondstadt swirl around the two of you, blowing the dusty ashes of your heart that had been burnt away by the redhead with the pyro vision into uncharted territories, you can only manage a weak, apologetic smile at seeing him go through the grief you had gone through only a week prior, when you had finally determined that you needed to break up with him.

“i’ll see you around,” you say, before brushing past him and heading home, for once, alone.

ZHONGLI

the two of you sip your tea quietly as zhongli relishes in your company, pleased to see you after you had returned from an adventuring commission.

“i’m glad you returned to liyue harbor safely,” zhongli confesses. his words, much like his actions, are predictable.

you love zhongli, you really do, but after spending two years with him as his lover, you realize that maybe he’s not the one for you.

the geo archon is reliable, loyal, and honest. he’s considerate and kind. you had no reason not to take him as a lover -- he’s the perfect gentleman with a well-paying job. staying with him would provide love and stability.

but, you realized you made a mistake not long after accepting his romantic confession. zhongli was lovely, but he failed to ignite the spark in your heart that most lovers did. he was predictable, too predictable in your case. the geo archon, after millenia of war, anguish, and disconnect from the human race, decided the best life to live as a human was one of routine and peace.

you envied him. you truly did. his happiness was rooted in the status quo, the idea of nothing in his simple life changing. you longed for adventure, for excitement, never having been one to stay in a place for too long.

just as you knew when it was time to move cities, you knew it was time to move on past this relationship in your heart. your love for zhongli had fallen platonic. you were only clinging onto the familiarity zhongli provided as he had not given you a reason to leave.

but maybe zhongli himself was your reason to leave. after all of his service to liyue, he deserves someone who loves him with his whole heart. despite your consistent completion of adventurer’s guild duties, this is one commission that you cannot complete. no matter how hard you wish to, you cannot bring yourself to love the geo archon with your whole heart.

therefore, you realize, you must let him go.

you’re a coward, though. a person who can slay a stonehide lawachurl alone, who has countless battle scars from the most fearsome of challenges, is unable to look their lover in his patient amber eyes and tell them how they feel, for they do not wish to acknowledge the pain they will bring to their gentle lover who would, truly, move mountains for them.

so you write a letter while he’s at work, detailing your sorrows and how you wish for him to find happiness. you’re a coward, you scream at yourself as tears roll down your face, staining the parchment your pen shakily moves across. he deserves better.

he deserves better, which is why you leave the letter in an envelope for him on the table, the ring that normally rests on your left hand on top of it. by the time he reads it, you’ll be on a boat to inazuma, free from the consequences of your heartbreak and your actions.

you never quite forgive yourself for leaving the geo archon behind.

[helion-ism]

let’s talk about elucien

there are so many reasons why I love elain x lucien and why I think these two would not only be amazing together, but also why they belong together. one of those reasons is lucien’s sassy personality, which we already got a glimpse of in acotar (and that I miss terribly btw), and which is, in my opinion, exactly what elain needs in her life. we’re talking about lucien “your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold” vanserra. we know he’s got quite a big mouth, that’s how we got to know him, but we also know that mouth is exactly what’s gotten him into trouble before. case in point: the eye incident. lucien doesn’t mince his words and yes, that is one of the reasons why elain really needs to spend some more time with him. 

she has been coddled by not only her father, nesta, feyre, but also the entire inner circle, which has allowed her to live her life passively. yes, she killed the king of hybern, and good for her, but she did it because nobody else could have done it at that point in time. ever since the war ended, elain has not actively contributed to any plot matters, whether by choice or because someone else took the choice from her. azriel said in acosf, “there is an innate darkness to the dread trove that elain should not be exposed to.” even amren pointed out that elain is capable of defending herself, but for some reason, nobody let her even though elain said she would try to find it: “then I will find it. I might require some time to … reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” and yet,  by the end of the book, elain’s been barely in it and has not contributed at all. (I know some people claim there’s certain things already happening in the background, but honestly, I’m not satisfied with that development happening off page, so I can’t wait to finally go on her journey and actually see her do stuff)

this moment is crucial:

does it look like she is happy with the way the others treat her? not really. when nesta snapped at her, elain started laughing. that signals relief to me because nesta, the one who has always tried to protect elain the most (nesta baby Ilysm), is the one who suddenly lost her patience. elain needs somebody like lucien, somebody with a big mouth and sassy attitude, who can coax her out of that paralysis she’s been stuck in, a bit like nesta in this scene. additionally, the banter would be top tier. I want another “if I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” moment, please. god please. (elain blinks. “and where would you like that kiss?” — and lucien just loses his mind.)

another thing that lives in my head rent free is the fact that lucien has travelled almost everywhere and could introduce elain, who wishes to see more of the world (see: “elain had always wanted to visit the continent to study the tulips and other famed flowers”), to the different courts and the continent. I refuse to accept that we will not get to learn more about the other courts, for my sake, but also for elain’s sake. I want her to see the spring court at least once. I want her to go and see those tulips she’s dreamt of. I want her and lucien to discover the day court as a new home, which brings me to the next point. 

elain has been craving sunshine for some time now. there’s several quotes that emphasise her connection to sunshine/light, here are a few of my favourites: 

I marveled at it, actually — that those years of poverty hadn‘t stripped away that light from elain.

the suite was filled with sunlight. every curtain shoved back as far as it could go, to let in as much sun as possible. as if any bit of darkness was abhorrent.

she had been always so full of light. perhaps that was why she now kept all the curtains open. to fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been. and now nothing remained.

what can I get you, elain? — sunshine.

elain doesn’t belong into the night court. feyre has found her family there, with rhys and the inner circle. nesta has found (or should I say accepted) cassian and found gwyn and emerie, her chosen sisters. but elain?

elain is somewhere in the background hiding with the twins and tending to gardens of the citizens of velaris. you can’t tell me that is satisfactory to you. she is currently ignoring her seer abilities, and the members of the inner circle are basically encouraging her to do so. the only time she’s been confronted lately was during that conversation with nesta and her reaction was not exactly what any of us readers would have expected, was it? that tells me there’s much more about her we don’t know yet, and I’m convinced we won’t know until she finally leaves and finds her own people, finds herself again and start dealing with everything that happened to her. elain must leave the night court, i.e. the darkness, behind in order to grow.

the same goes to lucien: he’s not at a place where he can just jump into a relationship or mating bond. he’s got so much stuff going on. lucien was forced to abandon his home and his abusive family, his “father” killed the fae he loved in front of his eyes, his best friend is an abusive pos who never appreciated him anyway, and neither has anyone in the night court. lucien is used because of his connections and because of the mating bond that ties him to elain, whether he wanted it or not. feyre knows he would never turn away from elain unless she explicitly wishes him to, and so she and rhys and the others use that to their advantage. it is smart, of course, but at the same time, they also keep important information about his own life from him that could change many, many things. so he’s spending his time with mortals in the human lands — a place where he as a fae really does not belong. 

lucien being the heir to the day court, well, to me, it feels like sjm is practically screaming it into our face: how could he find a home in the night court, the literal opposite to the day? darkness vs. light. and what about elain “he’d never once in the two years he’d known her found elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court … it sucked the life from her” archeron? just looking at the symbolism, not only do the quotes from above indicate that the night court cannot possibly be her home, but also very recent quotes from the latest book. elain is a side character in the night court. and so is lucien. they both need to leave in order to become main characters — and it doesn’t even matter that both are already crucial to the further plot of the series because how can they possibly contribute to it in a place where they are both kept down? 

mor said in acofas: “stay out of it. she’s not ready, and neither is he, no matter how many presents he brings.” and “let him figure out where he wants to be. who he wants to be. the same goes with her.” mor’s power is “truth”, whatever that means. but there you have it. they’re not ready to be with each other yet, and that’s okay. 

[elain and lucien are also connected not only because of the mating bond, but also because of the plot. lucien must know quite a lot about her and her sisters simply because of all the time he spent with their father. the father who made a bargain with koschei. koschei who put a spell on vassa. lucien is therefore tied to both papa archeron as well as koschei and vassa. elain, we know, is a seer, despite her not using her abilities (or is she, and we simply don’t know?). elain is (obviously) connected to her father, but also to koschei and vassa (remember those visions she had).]

now let’s get to the mating bond stuff, and I need to say this loud and clear: elain has always had and will always have one (1) true mate. there’s no such thing as “false mate” or even multiple mates. there has been no indication whatsoever. lucien is the mate the cauldron had given her when she was born. and elain is the mate the cauldron had given him when he was born. even when she was still human, they already belonged together — tied together by strings of fate. absolutely nothing will change this fact. should elain reject the bond, lucien will remain a part of her life/her soul forever. should lucien reject the bond, elain will remain a part of his life/his soul forever.

when she was still human, lucien had already felt a pull between them and tried to save and protect her from hybern. when elain was already fae, when it came to protecting her, azriel clapped cassian’s shoulder and left (is this the true mate they’re all talking about?). it’s unfair to lucien, elain, AND azriel and this comparison alone is enough to disprove this theory.

the thing is, lucien has been nothing but respectful, kind and caring towards elain. when he arrived in velaris in acowar, he could immediately sense what she needed and said, “she needs fresh air” (vs. the response “we’ll judge what she needs”) and “take her to the sea. take her to some garden. but get her out of this house for an hour or two.” (I’m gonna make another post about this because I have a few thoughts on this)

of course, she doesn’t owe him anything, but elain herself doesn’t wish to be treated like a child, she maybe she should start acting like an adult because although she doesn’t owe lucien an apology or explanation, she has to have a conversation with him, like two responsible adults. there is no way feyre or anyone in the inner circle hasn’t told her that she can reject the bond and move on with her life. but just like her powers, this is another thing she chooses to ignore. I’m not blaming her because I know she has to work through her trauma first and heal, but by the end of the series, she has to acknowledge that at least.

in acosf, elain says “I am not a child to be fought over” when they discuss the dread trove. I wonder what she would say about the fact azriel threatens to challenge lucien to the blood duel because of her? based on literally everything we know about lucien, I can say with certainty that he would not physically fight over elain. if she only had a conversation with him and told him to move on and leave her alone, lucien would do just that. he would leave her alone and try to move on as best as he could (which we know is difficult for males). but he would never act as entitled to her as to demand a blood duel and fight to death. it goes against his principles. 

to finish this off, sjm summing up everything I just said:

[ihidemydemons20]

Okay, I don’t care what anyone says at this point, the damn editors know exactly what they’re doing...

They literally called Jimin and JK ‘Haedal’ which is The Sun and The Moon (Can also be Sea Otters- who btw mate for life). The Weverse subs actually said sun and moon but the Vlive subs did not but I translated the actual Korean on screen and yep, Haedal (sun and moon)

This is the term K-Jikookers coined to the ship, like not only do the editors know they’re owning it!!!

Explain that shit if I’m being delusional! Cause BH using not the unit name but the actual fandom romantic couple Tagline in their official content seems obvious to me.

[prosopopeya]

hey btw @marbleflan and i are writing an are you the one au, based on that mtv reality show that is truly so much. fun fact: they aren't allowed to have pens or paper so they can't figure out how to win the show too easily.

anyway recently crowley has been causing chaos so here's some crowley-centric excerpts:

excerpt from cas's POV, brought to you by @marbleflan:

Lisa is next and Castiel feels like the producers really thought they’d get more out of that, but she picks boring Matt. Matt probably appears in fewer frames than even Castiel because he’s so boring he actually recedes into the furniture. Castiel is pretty sure Benny sat on him earlier because he didn’t realize he was occupying the chair already. Lisa says something about bad boys breaking your heart, how she needs something different and Castiel can’t help but roll his eyes. There’s a vast sea of personality types between bad boy and human Ambien tablet. But to each their own.

When Crowley makes his way to the front, the last thing Castiel expects is to hear his own name, yet this is exactly what happens.

“I truly feel as though I’ve made a connection,” he says. “He’s a needy boy, and I have something he needs.” This is all said slickly, like he could be talking about a business transaction or his penis, and despite himself Castiel finds it a little charming. He doesn’t know what kind of connection Crowley thinks they have, since they’ve barely spoken, but he admires the confidence. The thin layer of irony, like maybe he’s making fun of the whole concept of the show, and maybe he’s completely sincere.

Up close, he smells like very expensive cologne. He’s not classically handsome, like Dean, but he’s attractive. Distinctive. He leans over once they’re seated in the too-small stage chair and whispers in Castiel’s ear.

“I can’t wait to ruffle those feathers.”

excerpt from dean's POV, brought to you by me:

"Curious," Crowley says, and Dean frowns at him.

"What?"

"I'm simply curious why you chose this show--this one, out of all the others out there." He tilts his head, examining Dean again, until Dean feels thoroughly examined, laid out on some kind of table as someone picks over his brain. "Surely you knew your 'perfect match' might very well be a man."

Dean shrugs quickly. "Yeah, I mean. Obviously."

"Right," Crowley says after a beat. "You're clearly very comfortable with that idea." Dean looks over at him sharply in time to find Crowley hiding his smile behind his wine glass.

Dean flushes again and takes another drink of wine before he puts his glass down, his stomach suddenly not in the mood for bad grape juice.

"Come on, Dean." Crowley sets his glass down and moves closer, not a lot, but enough, enough that Dean can feel his body heat. "You seemed... up for some fun back on that bike." Dean's ears get hotter. Crowley's voice is low, not quite a purr, and Dean feels it over his skin like Crowley was dragging his fingers over him. He isn't though; he's just speaking, close to Dean's ear. "What's holding you back?"

Dean's mouth is dry, which could be from the red wine. What's happening in his pants, though, that's all Crowley, and he can't even try to blame it on the bike this time. He licks over his lips as Crowley leans in closer, and this time his fingers do brush Dean's arm. He feels the touch like an electric shock to the ends of his hair.

"I know you see what I see. Feel what I feel." Crowley's breath is hot against Dean's ear, and now he feels Crowley's lips, brushing against him as he talks. "Let's go take a howl at that moon."

[httpcottagewitch]

life 🆙date! 🌊🐠

what’s up guys! one week of retrograde left & I’m so ready! nothing really weird happened, I just feel like my life has been on pause. it’s been hectic because my kids are adjusting to a totally new life style since we moved down to Florida. but once we get through this stagnant phase, I see a lot of opportunities ahead!

I took a short break from practicing my craft. I didn’t feel right with the energy in our house (we’re staying with friends, which they’re amazing & we all vibe) I just needed to feel called & motivated to start back up. I’ve learned I sometimes take short breaks but the craft always comes back to me. ❤️ planning to do a small ritual tonight with the rain water I collected today. tropical storms are great also btw. Figured out I’m definitely a storm & sea witch. here’s some gifts I found (from the sirens I think? I feel so called by them) 🧜🏻‍♀️ there’s a fish bone, a piece of coral, a really sharp shell that could honestly be used as a weapon lmao, a piece of a sand dollar & the first shell I found at Laguna Beach (my fav beach) 🐚

here’s a pic of the start of my sacred space, I just put it up today ❤️

& here’s a pic of my cat/familiar Moon enjoying the screened in porch ! he’s getting so big 🥺

a gif from our nature walk the other day 🌲

gif of our fam beach trip the other day!

but anyways that’s pretty much been my life the last two weeks lol! & as always you can always ask my questions or dm me if you need spiritual guidance ! 🧘🏼‍♀️

[quecksilvereyes]

first lines

i was tagged by @lukejulies

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line. then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

1. untitled poem - original work You drown in your own blood.

2. beyond the wardrobe - The Chronicles of Narnia England is a cold, wet, foggy thing after Narnia’s blooming springs, trembling with a war none of them can reach.

3. on narnia’s god, an indictment by the tarkheena lasaraleen. - The Chronicles of Narnia your scimitar is dripping iron, again onto my silk sheets                onto my painted lips and smeared across my chest

4. untitled poem - original work i know where your plates are - blinded i know where you keep your pots                       still steam-damp                       still iron-cast

5. the artist’s studio - original work somewhere, caught between a setting sun and a rising moon, paint-splattered and trembling, there lies an artist’s studio.

6. to the radiant sun: - The Chronicles of Narnia over a salt-white world;               frozen still there sets a dying sun

spilling all that has once lived from its light - tightly woven, gold studded                                                                                                          choked.

7. untitled fragment - original work my darling; iron-tongued pearl studded and sea-foaming, alive still.

8. untitled poem - original work my darling, my glass-spun sweet: take my hands - with your bloody teeth and your bottomless stomach.

9. Orpheus asks for his love back from within Persephone’s chest - Greek Mythology my mother tends to her gardens like they’re something holy dripping from her fingertips.

10. fourfold canopy - original work sometimes, at night when the streetlights flicker               and the air stands suspended; still

I open all my windows and all my doors just to watch the night sky;               tar-black and star-dotted with things that have long since lost their shine

11. the kiss. - Julie and the Phantoms I have found a stone, this morning, and in it, I found the world.

12. sharded skies - The Chronicles of Narnia the skies are empty – white or maybe filled to the brim with all that Narnia has swallowed whole               when it was aching                              and new, still.

13. bottled worlds - original work in the mornings just before the sun rises and the moon has not yet set the world stands still; fogged.

14. swallowed; whole - original work my mother says I was born with the world at the tip of my tongue

15. julie. - Julie and the Phantoms You are born into a glass-shard world, built on your father’s grief dripping from the roof of his mouth into his lungs in an ever changing tide tied to a moon that no longer has light to reflect.

16.  deep within your closet - original work there’s a monster hiding in your closet, its claws turned inwards and buried deep in your flesh.

17. buchgebunden - The Old Guard I think I want –

my son’s hands in mine my wife’s life scraped onto metal this blood to stay wet and red and just blood.

18. heartbreak - Julie and the Phantoms sometimes                at night                in the mornings my father play guitar until his fingers bleed

19. long since gone - Julie and the Phantoms Carrie is a dream of bubblegum-pink sugar spun about her microphone – with a giggle or a sigh or a song, her cheeks flushed, her world held up by her voice buried somewhere in her chest.

20. pearls - original work i think the world might have tilted over its edge, my dear.

ok phew that was a lot. 20 is a LOT of links to dig up :D I think my favourite is the first line from julie. just because i like the thing with the tides. as for patterns - i think we are all aware that i love a metaphor :DD

btw if you like my writing please follow me on @glasswaters and i’m also working on a poetry collection!

I tag @aikatxt @mlrio and whoever else would like to do this!

[fluffyglass]

THE MR. NOSEY AND MR. SMALL DUAL MASTERPOST

cause they're only seen together anyway

Season 1

Mr. Nosey appears in 21 episodes of Season 1.

He does something wrong in 5 of these episodes.

Mr. Small appears in 24 episodes of Season 1.

He does something wrong in 3 of these episodes.

Season 2

Mr. Nosey appears in 20 episodes of Season 2.

He does something wrong in 8 of these episodes.

Mr. Small appears in 20 episodes of Season 2.

He does something wrong in 7 of these episodes.

Conclusions

Mr. Nosey does something wrong in 13/41 episodes he's in, which is 31%. Counting his 2 unsures brings him up to 36%.

Mr. Small does something wrong in 10/44 episodes he's in, which is 22%. Counting his 5 unsures brings him up to 34%.

With their final scores being 32% and 22% respectively, they have a nice even 10% difference in their percentages. What does this mean? Absolutely nothing.

SEASON 1

Beach - (N) I mean he does literally punt Mr. Bounce into the sun but he's just like that Beach - (S) samwich :)

Mall - (S) why is he even in this episode he doesn't do anything

Boats - (N) just kinda there Boats - (S) just kinda there too

Books - (N) that's technically a crime probably but I'm no snitch Books - (S) he simply made a purchase

Science - (S) why is he even in this episode he doesn't do anything

Fish - (N) gay people <3 Fish - (S) gay people <3

Jobs - (N) just doin his job Jobs - (S) just doin his job

Fair - (S) why is he even in this episode he doesn't do anything

Movies - (N) oh yeah i forgot Mr. Rude fucking dies in this episode Movies - (S) lmao

Dance - (N) He is SO talented Dance - (S) HE IS ALSO SO TALENTED!

Amusement Park - (N) yep he sure is there Amusement Park - (S) yep he sure is also there

Dillydale Day - (N) god I fucking hate this song Dillydale Day - (S) it's not technically a crime though so

Hotel - (N) Stole an incredibly important book containing all the Hotel information, which is an incredible breach of privacy for the guests there Hotel - (S) Helped, presumably

Chores - (N) just kinda vibin Chores - (S) hell yea

Restaurants - (N) I genuinely cant tell whether he's ignoring her or just can't hear her Restaurants - (S) same w him

Circus - (N) He's just trying his best Circus - (S) HE FUCKING DIED

Cars - (N) just helpin out his husband Cars - (S) HE FUCKING DIED AGAIN

Canned Goods - (N) they just wanted some sweetcorn Canned Goods - (S) smh

Night - (N) Okay I can excuse the home invasion here because he was worried about Mr. Scatterbrain but I will NOT excuse stealing his GOT DAMN PIZZA HOTDOGS SMH Night - (S) Was an accomplice in the pizza hotdog theft

Full Moon - (N) Home invasion, attempted murder, assault Full Moon - (S) Home invasion, destruction of personal property, assault

Heatwave - (N) Ah yes, here comes the copious amount of home invasion charges. Heatwave - (S) Small ain't innocent here either

Sleep - (N) wizard :D Sleep - (S) not wizard but still :D

Sightseeing - (N) just trying his best Sightseeing - (S) just trying his best

Lawns - (N) Completely fucks up Mr. Rude's lawn with his fuckin leafblower and then fucks off for a submarine tour Lawns - (S) fuck this episode btw it sucks

SEASON 2

Airports - (N) Just doing his job Airports - (S) Also just doing his job

Shoes - (N) he's actually fine for this episode Shoes - (S) Gave Mr. Bump two very dangerous pairs of shoes despite the fact that he's. yknow. mr bump

Arts and Crafts - (N) Just doing his job Arts and Crafts - (S) Also just doing his job

Game Shows - (N) oh yeah Mr. Rude fucking dies in this episode too Game Shows - (S) lmao

Garages - (N) just biking Garages - (S) just biking

Hats - (N) hat Hats - (S) hat 2

Parties - (N) just kinda there Parties - (S) also just kinda there

Gifts - (N) Fucks around with Mr. Messy & Mr. Fussy's gifts and kinda ruins Mr. Fussy's entire day Gifts - (S) Watched him do it

Telephone - (N) more home invasion Telephone - (S) more home invasion

Washing & Drying - (N) for once they're the ones who are home invaded Washing & Drying - (S) wild

Fruit - (N) just kinda there Fruit - (S) just kinda there too

Radio - (N) I really do not know Radio - (S) Like seriously I dunno

Supermarket - (N) frog :) Supermarket - (S) frog :)

Telephone - (N) more home invasion (car edition) Telephone - (S) more home invasion (car edition)

Pets - (N) this is the second goddamn time Mr. Nosey has stolen Mr. Scatterbrain's food smh Pets - (S) he just kinda there

Out to Sea - (N) yeah Out to Sea - (S) they sure are there

Next Door - (N) more home invasion Next Door - (S) more home invasion

Home Improvement - (N) more home invasion Home Improvement - (S) more home invasion

Bath and Bubbles - (N) more home invasion Bath and Bubbles - (S) more home invasion

Surprises - (N) What do you think it's gonna be. Go on, guess. Surprises - (S) IT'S EVEN MORE HOME INVASION WHAT A SURPRISE