#will vandom / desires.

[veilguardian]

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[soapoet]

W.I.T.C.H. pick-a-card reading

Will Vandom; a letter from the past

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01.

Shufflemancy: Four by The Wrecks

you should stop to take a breather. do you realise how far you've come? no, seriously, turn around and look at that distance. no matter how many times things have stalled and obstacles have forced you to go around, you never really stopped. remember the times you felt weak and weary? frustrated and lost, perhaps even worried and afraid? so many what ifs keeping you awake at night, worries nagging in the back of your head about how you're trudging through a swamp with baby steps and getting nowhere. when you thought you weren't moving, you still did. one step is always better than none, and you haven't acknowledged the immense strength that it took you to keep going. 'no biggie, it is what it is, you gotta do what you gotta do' you might say, but there are plenty of people far behind you who stop, turn around and give up when the path gets fuzzy. you didn't. you're proof humans are persistence hunters. you always try to figure it out. no matter how far you need to stray to get a better vantage point or mcguyver a solution to a problem, you do it. when you've stopped it's only been a pause in the long run, even then you felt like such a loser for, what exactly? taking a break? gathering yourself? you've been way too hard on yourself. you really need to start clapping, because your resilience is commendable.

your past self would be amazed by who and what you are today. even mundane, simple things are impressive for who you were long ago. something in you, a vision or a burning desire, has kept the magic alive, and kept shining a light on your path so that even when you stumble and fall, that light in the distance beckons you forward. please hold on to that dream. your past is cheering for you, and believes in you even when you can't muster the faith in yourself in the present. you are so close to making your dreams a reality, so don't let the doubts cloud the view of the finish line. you deserve the world, and the world needs to know your name.

02.

Shufflemancy: Yes & no by XYLØ

if you aren't in your lone wolf era already, you might consider it. your past self is a little horrified by how you've been treated. you're no doormat, and people need to stop walking all over you. daydreaming of things like true friends and truer lovers sounds depressing. loyalty and reciprocation should be the bare minimum. do not get gaslit by words you've been told in the past. there's nothing wrong with you. your past aches watching you suffer, even more so as it witnesses you wonder if it's what you deserve, or think that there must be something you've done, maybe faulty wiring making you inherently flawed. the past knows you're better than this and deserve more. you have every right to be angry and upset at the world and those around you. just please, do not take it out on yourself or burden yourself further by accepting these negative views of yourself. if not out of love and care for yourself, then at least push back out of spite. you probably got plenty of that.

if you need to burn some bridges, be sure to build them too. it may be better to be alone than to be in bad company, but you do deserve those good connections that you yearn for. don't be afraid of reaching out and seeking help, going out and meeting new people. there are many in the horizon who would love to connect with you on a deeper level. people who take genuine interest in you and take initiative, check in on you, wish to learn about you and your world and share theirs with you fully. have faith in yourself and the enigmatic nature you possess. it is just as interesting and desireable as you wish it was, you just need to keep going and be true to yourself. the right ones will find you.

03.

Shufflemancy: Trying my best by Anson Seabra

has no one told you that your 100% looks different every day? and that that's totally okay? marathon runners don't just finish a race and run another with the same results the next day. hell, they don't even run the next day! they rest. and my god, do you need some rest. genuine rest. it's time to really assess how you're doing and even look back to the past. time does not heal all wounds. some wounds were cut deep and need to be tended to, not ignored and left alone to risk infection. you've been through so much, and i guarantee that if this was about a dear friend of yours you'd be up in arms, ready to protect them, make them smile, bend over backwards to make them see how precious they are. because that's the kind of person you are. always have been. a true friend, an ally. someone who could move mountains and declare loudly from the rooftops how deserving of love they are. why can't you do the same for yourself?

please be gentle with yourself. it's okay to hit pause and hide away for a little. do not feel guilty or ashamed if you need time to yourself. if all you can do for a while is to exist and not much else, let yourself simply exist. recharge, have a good cry if you need it. recognise your strengths and skills and talents, and applaud yourself for who you've grown up to be. you are your past's hero, because just look at you! you've grown to be so kind and strong and fun. it's okay to not be okay, and you deserve some tender love and care like everybody else. you're not weak for needing space and time, nor are you somehow lesser for having scars. you're beautiful and deserve to treat yourself with gentle kindness and compassion.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Dark

Phobos was never really scared of the dark growing up.

He adored the shadows and dark webs of mystery and chaos that comes with it.

He lives for the beings that come out of the night. . . He loves it.

The small prince laughs and claps as he walks in a circle with the midnight fairies that flutter around him with airy giggles that echo as their wings glow and shimmer like stardust from the sky. He reaches his frail hands up to caress one-

He screams and falls on his behind as the agonizing screams of the fairies nuzzle deep within his brain forever as they burn and fall dead. He whips his head around to see his father, face stern in worry yet uncaring, standing tall and unbreakable with arms firmly crossed.

The darkness was his only happiness. . .

Phobos jerked his head up when he awoke from that nightmare of a memory, his throat was sore and dry as his forehead was cold and damp. Much like the cell he woke up in again. Taking large long gulps of air as if it were merely water from a nearby stream he needed to survive, he shakily sat up ever so slowly from the cold stall slab he dare tried to call a bed for months, maybe even years. How how he desires to be buried in deep comfort of his castle bed again. . .

Soon, the sound of the rowdy prison reach his ears again as he soon press his cold hands on his thinner face, itchy and bumpy with the lack of face care he grew familiar with since childhood... Soon, the taste of metallic spit was boring to him as he rubs his sore rib cage and flat stomach, more so stuck inward after years of his normal diet eating was thrown away with mere stale soggy bread beside a cup of sour milk... Soon, he felt the need to weep as he ran his fingers through his pale fair webs of his once luscious golden firm strings, hoping the dark shadows don't eat him away as it has done already in his early life...

"Prince Phobos."

His icy eyes snap open, burning with the earn of tears and need of proper sleep and eating, he turned his head to the prison's electric bars. With weak knees he stood and walked to the edge dangerously close and stared down.

His heart sank down pass the cold stone floors as he saw the crimson red like fire. His hands shook at those beautiful wings that shimmer in colors like an oil painting flapping in the wind. His mouth craved and grew dry at those brown eyes that stare up at him in ease.

Will Vandom, the leader of the Guardians that put him here several times now.

"As pardon on Queen Elyon of Meridian's end and on The Guardian's part, you are hereby on thin iced parole Phobos." Said the prison guard before the Guardian lifts her hand up and let lighting bugs shine and dance out her finger tips like threads. Phobos watched it all in awe, unable to properly figure out what he is experiencing. . .

This is kind of fun to do since I am still working on upcoming chapters of my W.I.T.C.H. fic and I like to think of this as a fun prompt for a maybe future chapter

The second day will continue this!

Please join the week if you like this ship too!

[hitting-it-on-overdrive]

One of the benefits of sticking with the W.I.T.C.H. animated continuity is that because of its inclusion of the Mystic Hearts besides Kandrakar, one can make their own group of OC’s using another Mystic Heart.

I’m actually making mine with a fan-made Mystic Heart, one that is fueled by desire (No, not THAT desire, more like “I want that” kind of desire.)

[createpeacefromchaos]

Quarantine Bingo Fics

A complete list of the posted fics written for Timbitat’s Quarantine Bingo.

1. broke your jaw once before “Rare Pairs”, Chuu/Yusuke (YuYu Hakusho), M/M, Gen

2. our bodies moving in the dark “Non-Penetrative Sex”, Choji/Shikamaru (Naruto), M/M, E

3. flirting in the back of the coffeeshop “Fake Relationship”, Jaskier/Eskel (The Witcher), M/M, T Modern AU

4. I won’t stop til you’re begging please “Accidental Stimulation”, Kurama/Yusuke (YuYu Hakusho), M/M, E

5. be with you to live, to breathe “Haunted House”, Greed/Ling/Ed (Fullmetal Alchemist), M/M/M, M Modern AU with Magic

6. you and me we could get naughty “Public Sex/Risk of Discovery”, Winry/Paninya (Fullmetal Alchemist), F/F, E

7. idyllic dreams are clandestine “Sharing a Bed”, Greed/Ling/Ed (Fullmetal Alchemist), M/M/M, E

8. follow the desire burning from within “Aphrodisiacs”, Jaskier/Lambert/Eskel/Geralt (The Witcher), M/M/M/M, E Fae!Jaskier, Trans!Geralt

9. I am aching now to let you in “Soulmates/Soul Bonding”, Botan/Keiko (YuYu Hakusho), F/F, Gen

10. I’ll let you have it “Mind Control”, Shinso Hitoshi/Bakugo Katsuki (Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia), M/M, E

11. stop the clocks, I’m killing time “Time Travel”, Ed Elric/Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist), M/M, E

12. beauty in all she is “Wing Fic”, Will Vandom/Taranee Cook (W.I.T.C.H.), F/F, Gen

13. be everything for you “Free Space”, pre Sawada Tsunayoshi/Hibari Kyoya (Katekyo Hitman Reborn), Gen Sentinel-Guide AU, Kidfic

14. won’t hesitate no more “Indecent Proposal”, E. Aster Bunnymund/Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), M/M, E Mob AU, Human AU

15. we fall into each other “Rivals Working Together”, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer (The Witcher), M/M/F, E

16. love is how these ideas came to be “Handcuffs”, Yagi Toshinori/Tsukauchi Naomasa (Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia), M/M, Gen Modern AU: No Powers

17. love’s never too late “Matchmaker”, Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender), M/M, T

18. tried to tell me that I’m nothing “Rites of Passage/Coming of Age”, Sawada Tsunayoshi/Hibari Kyoya (Katekyo Hitman Reborn), M/M, T Sentinel-Guide AU

[lady-scorpion-and-friends]

the-leader-will-vandom started to following you

Delilah was walking on the beach near the castle were she leaves now, she was really upset. It’s was been a very long time ever since Frost have last seen her, it really worries her very much, she couldn’t even dare to think that something terrible have happen to him.

Why he doesn’t show up anymore? Did Phobos finds out about her? Did he prisoned him or worse?

She couldn’t stop thinking of what might have happen because of her, something that she hate the most was that someone gets hurts by her doing. Even after the past that she regrets the most. She sits on the sand and tears rolled down her tanned face as she sings a song of regret:

“In a town by a port looking out onto the sea Alone on the sand stands a maiden crying And a custom persists And today it still exists Traditions from long long ago ‘Write down a wish on a piece of parchment, Then place it in a bottle’ If you let it flow Then someday it will grow And your heart’s desire will be real Flow along, glass bottle, and please don’t take too long, Cause what I want the most is in that message And on the other side of this sunset Right there, my wish will disappear He was the only man that have treat with kindness Unaware about all my past Yes, I was a spoilt selfish brat and I really regret that I let the darkness get the best of me Then all your love for me Are no longer here by me On this blue sea, will all my feelings Arrive to where you are Flow along, little wish, and please don’t take too long, To take away my tears and all my regret, It was too late by then, to fix my sins, When they’d taken you far from me Flow along, glass bottle, and please don’t take too long, Cause what I want the most is in that message And on the other side of this sunset Right there, my wish will disappear Flow along, little wish, and please don’t take too long, To take away my tears and all my regret, ‘If we’re ever reborn, I hope in my next life…’ ”

Her voice were filled with sadness and sorrow that might get listen while she broke in tears whispering to herself:

“Please, Frost…. Come back to me…. I love you….”

@the-leader-will-vandom

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

I'm a sucker for Masquerade scenarios so, Masquerade for PhoWill if that's okay!

You got it @annelaurant, a PhoWill 33-Masquerade coming right up!

Masks. 

Odd yet simply beautiful objects used to cover someone up from others.  Faces, Emotions, Pain, Thoughts, Memories, Life, Wounds, Tears, History,    Beauty, Ugliness,   Masks cover them all. . .

    Phobos had long since gotten used to every masks over the many years. His fair skin, hair, and eyes forever covered in darkness like a mysterious angel hidden within Hell’s very own shadows. A flower in the deepest, most secret part of a garden. A single star in the night sky.

That was him.

He knew he was going to be alone for many many years, he was alright with that.  It still hurts when one wants something warm in the dead of a cold night... It still makes his heart ache when he walks within the fresh air of the castle’s gardens with no one to admire the world around him... It is still cold when there’s no one to talk to during dinner...

Masks are the only things he can truly depend on.

His masks are far more convincing then one would give credit for.  Red wine so dark one could assume it’s the entire darkness in a pretty cup, Robes and silks of many dark colors of blacks and red and violets that suits the fairness of his eyes skin and hair so well, Jewels all adored on his body like the steamy waters in which he bathes constantly in and wrapped like thorns on fearsome beautiful roses, Once ruling a entire kingdom and nearly a universe with a iron grip with such masks before those masks shattered all started by one single person who threw him over like all that hard work was nothing...

Her hair red like the finest of blood gems, Her skin smooth and gentle like the fine silk he wraps himself into like a butterfly waiting to become, Her eyes large and round like two soft chocolates he so craves, Her heart, different to the Heart in which she protects, is strong and fierce much like every Queen of his world. Since the very first time he saw her trapped within a few feet from his throne all wrapped in his thornless roses something shifted inside him... A single small crack against his mask. Now the wine he drinks tasted bitter in his mouth, His robes and silks felt like burns against his skin, His jewels no longer giving him the pleasure of beauty when he adorn them. His kingdom, his universe, his life, his masks were all snatched away from his iron grip and broken apart before his eyes no matter how much he would beg and plea.  All because of that Guardian...!

However nothing he wanted, desired, craved for most when he was tossed in that cell was walking across his garden’s beauty beside someone dear... Someone to chat and eat a meal at the grand dining hall... Someone to hug close to his body during the latest of cold nights... Someone to see through all his masks even the broken ones so he doesn’t have to pretend anymore...

After years of sitting there in the cell and earning himself the time to wander about the gardens’ air and eat a warm meal within a room and wear the robes and silks he used to adore with his jewels he was slowly getting used to his life as his sister’s personal professor. Teaching her her skills, showing her all of Meridian history and culture, even telling stories of his youth and their parents and family she never gotten a chance to ever meet... Through these times of her caring heart and bright angelic nature he shaped a new mask. One of which he wears only when he can’t bring himself to fully dive into her pond of forgiveness and light. He can’t dare bring himself to answer the question he knows she’s been wondering: “Why do you hate me brother?”  How can one answer such a heartbreaking question? He knew his answer, he knew it would bring her pain and misery, and for the first time he didn’t want to do such a thing to her...

Snow covered up Meridian like a cold beautiful blanket of pure whites while every guest warms up and dines and dances in the castle’s strong walls, all dressed in fine gowns and smiles on their mask covered faces as the dance and feast and laugh and enjoy the time of Yule within the place that was once a place of evil now a place of happiness and freedom.  Prince Phobos watched some from the side lines as music fills his ears and the taste of the ball’s feast dancing across his tongue.  He had grown used to no one speaking to him since his invite back to the castle by the Queen everyone loved so much.  Much like his past he adorn the outfits of black and deep violets with some flares of red all done in smooth movement of his masquerade costume, his elegant violet and black mask stopping just above his nostrils as it covers the beak of his nose, his fair eyes watching as everyone move about on celebrating this night of the year. 

At long last his eyes found themselves fixed upon a certain guest.  He watches silently as the Guardian Will accepts a dance with a castle guard, her deep violet purple ball gown so slim it shows her figure perfectly without any means to do so alone swishing back and forth across the glimmering marble floors, her short red hair shining like millions on millions of ruby threads sewed into his pretty head as a flower crown rests softly on top of her dome, her brown eyes now shining with happiness and excitement like crystals within a dark cave, her lips soft to stare upon adoring a smile only she could wear with her lovely light pink and purple mask that just hangs over her eyes. . .  Indeed, she was a fine gem to admire from afar. 

With a soft shrug of his shoulders he began to make his way out of the party with no one noticing or caring in the slightest of the prince’s whereabouts. The winter sky always brought a strange feeling of light inside his bone cage for his bird like heart, has been since he was a small child watching within the castle gardens during the nights of his parents’ Yule Ball much like tonight’s. There’s just something about the sky slowly turning blacker then the very silks he wore so much with the soft shines and sparkles of the stars mixing so well with the small snow fall that seemingly just appears without a cloud or two to make it and watch as your breath soon becomes visible and more warm against your face and fills your nose that makes all his masks lay across the snow like actors on a play... A calming feeling always entered his soul at the memories of all the times when he was outside for a long time his clothes made him bring the winter with him which forced him to remove each piece and taking a warm bath before wrapping up in a soft and comforting blanket while sitting by a isolated fire. 

“Do you always run away from conversation or is it just tonight?” 

Phobos felt his skin slowly tug upward as he smiles softly at the voice behind him, knowing very well who it is long before hearing her sweet voice of her tease like tone.  He turned his body and head around to face the one and only Will Vandom standing there just like she was before in the enclosed warm castle halls but now added her outer lair over her gown. 

“Do you always arrive at events human and in sneakers or is it just tonight little Guardian?” He asked with a smug smile, his smile growing more when her’s drop slightly. 

The two, for obvious reasons, hasn’t have the time or pleasure to speak or be around each other since the events of his welcome back into the castle. Though their eyes always lock and smiles are at times exchanged between hall walks and events much like this one, the prince would never admit it but he would be very happy for a moment much like tonight to happen between the two for a long time since he arrived back. 

Slowly, he stepped forward and pass the Guardian as his voice only echoed to her, “Well, little Guardian, I shall hope to speak to her again soon enough. But for now, I much stand beside my dear sister?” He let his voice drop some at the wording when speaking of Elyon much to the habit of his new mask does often nowadays. 

“Why do you hate Elyon Phobos?” Phobos stopped at his tracks when he hears that question he dreaded leave the red haired Guardian’s lips.  “She is your sister after all. She did nothing wrong to you, she even gave you another chance! So why, Phobos? Just tell me why right now, why do you hate your own sister?” Slowly... he could feel the cracks reappearing and slowly began to grow... “I don’t hate my dear sister... I envy her. I despise her.” He slowly mumbled, his cracks growing deeper and long with each tremble of his hands... “What blesses her with ever so much love and joy long before her very birth? Why was I - someone with the same blood flooding my veins as her and share the very same name - be hated and mocked from my own birth all because of what I am?! I never asked to be born! I never wanted to be who I am! It was you who ruined my world! My life! The one thing people can be proud upon me...!” 

Will just stood there with her brown eyes now widen and full of sadness and pain as he screamed his words out at her, almost like the hard and sharp broken pieces of his masks stab and hit her like bullets against and within her very flesh.  Never once has she seen this side of the man she fought countless times nor has he ever seen such a pitiful expression on her face... Both hearts ached and plushed at these emotions overflowing their bodies but yet neither can dare speak even after the screaming has long ceased... What would one say after all?

The prince breathed in the cold hair and out his warmed up breaths as he stared back at the Guardian for anything at all from her... A scream. A hit. A apology. A cry. ANYTHING would be better then this torture for the poor boy of silence after revealing himself to his once enemy and favorite jewel to watch from afar...

“...Phobos...I-” Will began, her voice leaving off a small crack of emotion as she tried to gather her words for him, but the man dare not want to hear her words anymore as his long since kept emotions flood over him like a ocean against the rocks of a shore as he swoops down and cups her face, forcing their eyes to meet yet again. He grasps onto her mask’s edge and carefully removed it, admiring so closely now the beauty in which she possesses completely once it was removed and discarded to the snow covered ground beneath them, his head slowly moving forward on it’s own just until his lips were barely a inch against her’s. 

He could smell her scent of peppermint she most likely wore for this party, He could feel her skin growing colder and her hair slowly going slightly damp from the melted pieces of snow in her red tread strains, Her breath now tickling him softly... The desire was there but how long was it going to take to-

“You know, this isn’t fair.” She said before she grabbed and threw his mask onto the floor like her’s was, once it was done, she then quickly grabbed his costume’s fabric and closed their tiny space with their lips colliding eagerly and warmly for the two. 

Her lips taste like warm melted chocolate and strawberry from her treat while his tasted like warm soft fire spice and grape from his wine as their skins endure the warms and the colds of their kiss and touches as the snow fall around them as if the universe was granting them a gift. Prince Phobos’ chest slowly grew warmer and warmer between the soft touches and kisses like a fire creating and spreading inside him... It burns and it hurts but he never wanted to cease the feeling ever. Never again He thought to himself as he feels all his pain and misery slowly melt with the broken rumble of his masks now gone for good... 

All he needs as of now is the very maiden within his arms...

       Phobos felt the warm sunlight touch his eyes as he turn his body inside his soft comfortably warm bed, those said fair eyes slowly fluttering open and staring at the deep red hair that shines in the morning sunlight.  He smiled softly as he scoots closer some towards his pretty Guardian, his eyes slowly drifting to the soft shines of something within his finger and her hand and clings to the blankets and his night shirt... Pretty matching silver rings hugging nicely around their fingers. The man let out a soft gasp as he stared at the rings and at the sleeping Will in his bed before his eyes glances slowly at the remembrance of new warmth between the two in the form of a small sleeping child with long red hair like the Guardian that brought him light yet the child’s resting face matches one of which is his soft snarl. 

Tears soon peeked in Phobos’ eyes as he stared at everything he woke up to as memories pass that night rush back to him... The many events of their relationship, the wedding, the birth of his daughter, and the announcement as of last night of their upcoming second child...  He honestly couldn’t help but let out a soft weep as a smile appear upon his lips as his arms wrap carefully and warmly around his family as his teary fair eyes watch the morning snow against his bedroom window, just wondering to himself how he ever said such a thing back then. He doesn’t hate his sister in the slightest nor does wishes he was never born, for if it wasn’t for either he’d never have ever even met his wonderful wife and have such a beautiful daughter and soon another.

He has been blessed with someone to hold close during the coldest nights.

He now has people to admire the garden’s beauty.

He never has to dread a meal for now it’s warm with love and compassion he was given thanks to the pretty red haired Guardian he was more then happy he met no matter how he wishes it was different... 

I hope you like it! Sorry if it’s kind of crummy, I’m running on no sleep and caffeine but seriously I’m happy with this request and hope you and everyone else enjoy!