“啊。是给你。”

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"Ah. It's for you."

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Inspired both by that single lantern MQ apparently won by and the fics I've read of them giving each other lanterns (links below along with a bonus)

The fics!

As much as Astarion likes to pretend he's better than everyone, the truth is—when the performance ends, and the curtains draw to a close, he stays on the stage alone and forgotten, unworthy of attention when he isn't a spectacle. That's why his little theater is open for everyone around the clock. Every act, every movement, every phrase, although deftly improvised, is part of the show.

Everything to prevent the crowd from discovering the truth.

Everything to fool himself into forgetting said truth himself.

That outside of the spotlight, away from the little stage of his, when he looks in someone's eyes, Astarion doesn't see himself reflected in them. They look at him, but also past him, through him, like he's nothing but an empty space, a person-shaped hole in the fabric of the world that someone forgot to mend.

And because this happens oh so every often this thought is no longer a fear of his, not something he can doubt, but a simple fact.

They don't see him. They don't know him.

They don't care to.

Admittedly, this makes it easier to stomach luring them back to Cazador. Because of course a performance of century would require a fee. Nothing in this world is free. Certainly not his services.

And he is but a humble baitman, a shining lantern attracting moths to leap into the flames of eternal damnation.

A tool.

And as a tool he does what he's told to do unless he wants to end up discarded and broken like others disobedient useless tools were.

But then Tav sees him. And it's frightening.

Because suddenly after the show is over, after the curtains are drawn, after everything falls back to silence, and he returns to being in nothingness, he isn't truly alone on this stage anymore.

She's here, sitting quietly, looking at him in a contemplation, thinking who knows what—Astarion certainly doesn't. And her presence alone is forcing him to put back his stage costume and perform off clock, asking in jest if she happened to lost herself in his eyes, because it certainly wouldn't be the first for this to happen, he does have pretty eyes (or so he's been told enough to regurgitate the sentiment appropriately).

Tav laughs, "As a matter of fact, you do. But…" Her voice trails off, and that uncomfortable stare returns. She looks at him, lost in thoughts as she gathers her words, and a wave of goosebumps runs up Astarions arms when it comes to him she actually sees him.

Wants to see him.

Through him—in a different, completely foreign way, not skipping past his existence, but uncovering it and studying its insides. His insides.

The notion makes him nauseous.

His fingers start to tremble, and Astarion hides them in his fists.

He never knew that being perceived might be so frightening.

He's far more comfortable with everything being the usual way, for people withdrawing when the performance ends, for them seeing past him, but not him, because if they judge his mask, his persona, his act—that's a critique of his presentation. His work, if you will. His craft.

Not of Astarion himself.

And as it shockingly turns out, he might not like receiving judgment on something that he, an actor, an author, a man behind the stage is.

"You have far more than just those beautiful eyes of yours, aren't you?"

He laughs on cue, desperate to turn this exchange into one he has with his audience, "My, what gave me away? My luscious locks, perhaps? Or would that be my lustful lips? I received rave reviews on my use of them. Would you like to try for yourself?"

Tav smiles. She looks at him openly, without blushing, without twitching, neither sultry nor loathing, accepting his words like an act that they are.

Astarion can barely keep his flirtatious mask without it cracking.

"As tempting as this offer is, afraid I've to restrain myself," she sighs, the tone of her voice aligning to his. She's also performing her part, and he knows that with certainty. "My compact size does not allow me thread deep waters without caution."

And your waters, Astarion, run very deep indeed.

She doesn't say this out loud, but he can infer the meaning from other places.

"Oh, come on, I'm hardly deeper than a puddle," he quips back. "You'll be perfectly fine sloshing through. As long as you don't mind being messy."

"Will I?"

He's still unable to see his reflection, but the feeling of being seen doesn't go away. She looks at him, through him, but not past him, right into his skull, right into his soul, and a part of him wants to curl himself in a ball to hide from this deep penetrating stare of hers.

Thankfully, Tav turns away before he's forced to do that. Or gouge out her wise all-knowing eyes, completely ill-fit for someone oh-so-young.

"Goodnight, Astarion."

He doesn't ask for a goodnight sip this time, just says something fitting without thinking much about it.

The feeling of her gaze lingers, it crawls under his skin, making all his hairs stand on end.

He doesn't like it.

And yet the shudder runs through him from just a fleeting picture of those eyes prying him open and reading through him with same acute attention that's reserved exclusively for her books. A frightened one, yes. But simultaneously full of excitement.

He does not like it.

Not one bit.

Not at all.

Silly Face | E.M.

carving pumpkins with the family — dad!eddie x mom!reader fluff

warnings: a knife (used for carving the pumpkin), so much fluff

words: 1.2k

You sat your baby son up on the plastic-covered kitchen table so he would have a view of his dad and his sister as they prepared your Halloween decorations. 

“Are you excited to carve your first pumpkin, honey?” You asked your daughter. 

“Yeah!” Willow responded excitedly. “They’re gonna look so good!”

“I bet they are!” You said, entertaining both kids at once by tickling Ash while talking. “Is Daddy done with all the prep?”

Eddie smiled at you. “Yup. Got the pumpkin guts right here!” He made a fake vomiting noise as he waved the bowl of pulp and seeds in front of you. 

“I’ll take that, thank you.” You laughed, taking the bowl and putting it between you and your son. “My baby boy can play with that while you two do all the fun carving stuff.”

And even quicker than you thought, the little boy dove for the bowl beside him and stuck both hands into the gooey mess, squealing while he felt the pulp squish between his little fingers. 

 While you watched Ash enjoy his silly sensory experience, Eddie handed a marker over to your daughter and told her to draw the outline that she wanted to carve out of the gourd. 

“What are you gonna make, baby?” You asked her.

“A happy face!” 

Eddie kissed your daughter on the cheek after she handed the marker back. “You’re not gonna make him scary, honey?”

“No!” She said, like it was obvious. “Scary is too scary. He’s gonna be silly!”

“What? ‘Scary is too scary’? I’m wounded, my little girl.” Edde held his hand to his heart like he was so offended by what Willow said that he was going to have some kind of a medical emergency. He fell back into his chair and put on an exaggerated face, which elicited a giggle fit from your daughter. 

You couldn’t help but laugh as well. “Don’t listen to him, honey. I think your silly pumpkin looks perfect.”

“Thank you, Mommy.” She said bashfully. “Did you see his eyes? They’re different shapes!”

“Of course I saw it, sweetheart. I love it.” You told her. “Now, do you want to wake your dad from the dead so he can help you cut the shapes?”

Your daughter shuffled around to face Eddie and shake him ‘awake’. Eddie’s eyes shot open and he inhaled dramatically, which just made Willow laugh even more than before. 

“Oh my god, honey.” Eddie turned to you, a hand still clutching his chest. “Did you see how our daughter just saved me from the dead? I think we should start investing in medical school like, yesterday.”

“I think a magic school where she could practice necromancy is better for that. And probably cheaper.” 

“Well, either way, we agree she’s gonna do great things in life.”

You reached out to tickle Willow’s side. “I have no doubt about that, starting with helping Daddy carve this silly pumpkin!”

Eddie picked up the knife and held it away from your daughter, keeping it tight in his grip but still leaving enough room on the handle for her little hand to hold it with him. 

She reached up to grab it, then they both guided the knife to the first eye she had drawn. With some extra force, they pierced into the thick skin of the gourd and sawed out the shape. Once the eye was able to be popped out, Willow grabbed it from the rest of the jack-o’-lantern and held it out to show you. 

“Look, mommy! We’re taking out the face!”

Eddie made eye contact with you as you both tried not to laugh at the way she described pumpkin carving, but you quickly returned your eyes to your little girl. 

“I’m looking, honey. It looks good so far.” You told her with a smile. 

She seemed pleased with your response, so she turned back to Eddie and went to help hold the knife again. You watched them bringing the utensil to the pumpkin once more, but your youngest child took your attention for himself when he deemed he was done playing with the pumpkin guts. 

He turned towards you and babbled some incoherent syllables that you were proud of him for attempting. He stuck one of his hands in his mouth, then promptly took it out and made a face at the taste of raw pumpkin. You scooped Ash up into your arms, then wiped off his hands with a clean dish towel that was next to Willow. 

“All better, baby.” You told him softly, then began bouncing him on your leg to earn some more happy squeals from him. 

Still bouncing your son lightly, you looked back up to your daughter and your husband as they carved out the other eye shape, which your daughter was just as excited to pop out and show you as the last one. You made the same happy face you did last time, then watched the whole time while they finished the jack-o’-lantern. 

After it was all done, Eddie pivoted the pumpkin to show it off to you and Ash. 

“Well, how did we do?” He asked, getting up to put the knife in the sink. 

You knew he was mostly asking so Willow could be praised by you, so you directed your answer at her. You soundlessly clapped your little boy’s chubby hands and gave her a big smile. “You did so well! It’s the best jack-o’-lantern I’ve ever seen!”

Willow looked overjoyed with your compliment for her pumpkin, and she got off her chair to hug your waist. “Thank you, mommy!” 

“No need to thank me, honey. I just appreciate good Halloween decor and I’m not ashamed of it.” You told her, standing up and moving Ash to your chest. “Do you want to take the silly pumpkin outside now?”

She immediately turned and reached up onto the table to try and grab the pumpkin, but you brought a hand to her shoulder and told her to slow down. “Let’s get Daddy to grab it, honey. It’s pretty heavy and we don’t want to drop it and ruin your masterpiece, right?”

She understood and moved away from the pumpkin, instead walking towards the front door. Eddie picked up the pumpkin and walked to the door as well, then you and your son followed closely behind. 

Willow opened the door for you all, then pointed to where she thought her creation should go. Eddie obliged and turned the pumpkin to the angle of your daughter’s liking.

Eddie stood up to his full height and put his hands on his hips, looking down at the jack-o’-lantern. 

“You know, my love, our daughter’s a visionary, she’s an artist, she’s a holiday decorator; what can’t she do?” Eddie asked you, putting a bashful smile on your daughter’s face. 

“That’s a good point, Eds. Maybe she’ll even be a teacher and help her little brother carve pumpkins when he’s old enough.”

Willow rushed to hug your leg tightly at your suggestion. You knew the day in question wouldn’t come for at least a few years, but you were already as excited as her.

Heyoooo Mai! I hope you're doing well!

I'm here to ask for a little comfort request if you can. Can you do Jing Yuan with a reader who often gets talked over and feels like their voice is annoying? Like Jing Yuan comforting them and maybe even helping them be heard by other people?

If you're not comfortable with that, that's fine! I don't want you to feel pressured into writing it at all! Remember to take care of yourself and take your time with requests!

Finding My Voice with You

Pairing : Jing Yuan x Reader Genre : Comfort/Fluff a/n : Ryker you always have the most relatable ideas, I love it sm ( ;´ - `;) You ask Jing Yuan and you shall receive!! sorry if this felt short ><

The meeting had been droning on for what felt like hours. Jing Yuan, the Dozing General of the Cloud Knights, sat at the head of the long, polished table. He appeared nonchalant, his eyes half-lidded, as if he were only half paying attention to the proceedings. But beneath that seemingly lazy exterior, his keen mind was always at work.

You, on the other hand, sat a few seats down from him, quietly observing the discussions. The topic of the day was a crucial matter regarding the allocation of resources for the upcoming mission. It was imperative that every member of the council had a chance to voice their ideas, and so far, the discussions had been civil and organized.

As the meeting continued, your idea began to take shape in your mind. You knew it could make a significant difference in the success of the mission, so you waited for the right moment to speak up. Finally, when there was a pause in the conversation, you took a deep breath and began to express your thoughts.

However, just as you started speaking, another council member, with a louder voice and a tendency to dominate discussions, interrupted you. Your words were drowned out by their assertive tone, and the other members immediately turned their attention to the newcomer.

Jing Yuan, sitting beside you, had been silently observing the meeting. When he saw how you were ignored and your idea overshadowed, he cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the room. His voice, though calm and gentle, had a commanding quality that demanded respect.

"Excuse me," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "Our esteemed colleague was speaking. Please allow them to finish."

The council members, including the one who had interrupted you, fell silent, their attention now focused on you. It was a small but significant act of support from the Dozing General.

With Jing Yuan's encouragement, you found your voice again. You expressed your idea clearly and passionately, and this time, you had the full attention of the council. Your words were met with nods of agreement and thoughtful consideration.

After the meeting finally concluded, you and Jing Yuan walked together through the quiet streets of Xianzhou Luofu. The evening air was crisp, and the lanterns lining the streets cast a warm, golden glow.

You couldn't help but bring up the moment from the meeting, your voice tinged with insecurity. "Thank you for helping me back there," you said, your gaze fixed on the cobbled path ahead. "I felt self-conscious about my voice when I was interrupted."

Jing Yuan, with his hands clasped behind his back, offered you a reassuring smile. "You have valuable insights, and it's important that your voice is heard. Don't ever doubt yourself. In this council, your ideas are just as significant as anyone else's."

His words warmed your heart, and you found yourself walking a little taller beside him. "Thank you, Jing Yuan. I appreciate your support."

He chuckled softly, the sound like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves. "Think of it as my duty, not just as a general but as your partner. I'll always make sure your voice is heard."

You glanced at him, your heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes. "I'm grateful to have you as my partner, Jing Yuan."

He slowed his pace slightly, allowing you to walk side by side. "The feeling is mutual. Now, let's not dwell on the meeting any longer. Tell me, what's been occupying your thoughts lately? Any new ideas or plans?"

As you strolled through the quiet streets, the two of you engaged in a conversation that flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything, from the intricacies of the upcoming mission to your personal interests and aspirations. Jing Yuan listened intently, his occasional chuckles and thoughtful responses making you feel cherished and understood.

With each passing day, your relationship with Jing Yuan grew stronger, and the bond between you deepened. He became not only your ally in council meetings but also your confidant in the quiet moments you shared. And as he continued to support you, you found comfort in the knowledge that you had a loving partner by your side, someone who valued your voice and cherished your presence in their life.

carving pumpkins with the brothers

includes: the brothers & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list

warnings: mention of and use of a knife to carve a pumpkin

a/n: happy halloween to those who celebrate! enoy some #fall content from yours truly. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come talk to me!!

please reblog (with pics of what you think the brothers pumpkins looked like)

“i’m gonna try to carve your face,” mammon says, and you burst out laughing.

“good luck with that,” satan says drily, bent over his pumpkin, spoon in hand. somehow, unlike asmo beside him, he’s completely spotless, with not a hint of goop on him anywhere.

“yeah,” belphie adds, “because your art skills can actually make that happen.”

mammon pouts, waving a handful of pumpkin guts through the air threateningly. “you guys are so mean to me! i could do it.”

“yeah, right,” levi chimes in. he’s got his brow furrowed in concentration as he outlines the shape he wants to cut out in marker, checking his reference picture every so often to make sure he’s on track. it doesn’t escape your attention that his reference photo, is in fact, a ruri-chan chibi.

“hey, beel, put that down!” belphie slaps beel’s hand just before he puts a seed into his mouth. “mc said we’ve gotta cook them first.”

“we do,” you confirm. “beel, i promise the wait will be worth it.”

he sighs, but nods. “fine. but i’m so hungry.”

“you’ll survive,” lucifer tells him, showing no mercy. he’s got his sleeves rolled up and is elbow-deep in the pumpkin, apparently haven given up on using a scoop. it’s nice to see him let go a little bit, and you’re not going to lie, the faces he’s been making at the texture deserve to be memorialised.

“okay, i think i’m ready to carve,” you say to no one in particular, and in an instant, several different carving tools are being held out. you choose one of the kitchen knives, not trusting yourself to manage anything fancier. you’ve gone for a very classic jack-o-lantern and only hope you can do it justice. carving neatly has never been your strong suit.

but isn’t that part of the fun? getting messy and goopy and having everything look a little bit wonky? you certainly think so.

“be careful not to cut yourself,” mammon warns, and you flash him a grin.

“thanks, i will.”

carefully beginning with the eyes, you begin to cut out your face.

“i’m done,” beel announces, and you look over to see his pumpkin. it’s one of the largest ones you could find and what he’s done with it is comical. a small, friendly face sits directly in the middle, disproportionately sized to the rest.

“i like it,” you say, fighting a laugh. “if you want to begin sorting the seeds from the goop, then we can cook them faster.”

beel nods, seriously and begins to do what you say. you finish up your carving in the next few minutes, proudly setting it aside.

“whoa, mc, that looks really good,” asmo cheers, and you lean over to wipe a bit of pumpkin guts off of his cheek. how he’s gotten so messy within is completely beyond you, but hey, at least he looks like he’s having a good time. “do you think you can help me with mine?”

“no way,” levi says. “we all have to do our own!”

“ugh, fine.”

“lucifer, how is yours going?” you ask, peering at his pumpkin. he’s got a pen in his hands now and seems to be considering what kind of face.

“good, except i can’t think of what to draw,” he replies, and you spread your arms.

“but there are so many options!”

“and that’s the problem. i work better when there are fewer choices.”

“maybe look up some inspo pics?” you offer helpfully, and he nods, pulling out his d.d.d.

“mammon, let’s see yours,” satan says gleefully, and mammon jumps, covering it with his arms.

“no way! it’s not ready!”

“but you’ve been drawing forever!”

“mc’s face is kinda hard, okay?” he defends, still not letting anyone see.

“that means you screwed up,” belphie intones, and mammon flushes.

“nuh-uh!” he pauses. “but um, on a totally unrelated note, are there any extra pumpkins?”

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

calamitous love and insurmountable grief

johanna mason x reader

summary: On a hard grieving day for you, you recall an old holiday celebrated centuries before Panem.

a/n: valentine’s day oneshot!!! happy valentine’s day! inspired by a round of frantic fanfic me and my friends did (ty ruby) and the title is a lyric from the lakes by taylor swift bc i barely slept and don’t want to think of anything better. implied fem reader

cw: cringe 😓

words: 1.9k

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Your head lies limply on Johanna’s lap, your face expressionless as you stare deeply into nothing in particular. It was just one of those days for you. One day you’d wake up and be completely fine, skipping down the tile to the shops that make up the streets of District 7. The next, the memories would come surging back twice as strong and ferociously crippling as the last. The images of the dead stained under your eyelids; family, friends, even the soldiers you’d hardly taken the time to know during your fight against the Capitol. Some lost to your own hands, but most to Snow. It seemed impossible to think that he couldn’t reach you here, trying your hardest to forget about the Hunger Games and the war and the people you’ve lost. You’ve been trying to enjoy the little things again in this past month, taking a train out to District 7 with your girlfriend after Snow was assassinated, if you could call it that, really. Swarmed by the mob after Katniss’ arrow found Coin’s heart instead.

It happens to Johanna, too, so she gets it. She simply rests one hand in between the strands of your hair, her fingers brushing through the pieces as she fights with her own memories. She never knows quite what to say with these things, how to help. Often she opts for silence. She hasn’t cared for someone like this in so long. But Johanna has come to learn that her touch helps you more than words ever could. The feeling of her hands stroking your hair calms you, sedates that awful feeling that always seems to rise up into your throat like bile. It hasn’t taken long for her to learn how to calm your fears with just one simple touch, even if it’s something that goes unspoken between the two of you. Like a covert oath held together by the most lenient of hands, gentle fingers that have a tendency to care. Johanna’s touch is the type that draws all of the emotion out of you, like a magnet to its opposite end. Her hands absorb your fear and lead your mind to simpler things. A lantern in the dark, the only star in a polluted sky. Your mind wanders as you try to remember what you wanted to say to her.

“Did you know that before Panem, there was this holiday? About love. And you’d buy stuff for them. Like, your lover. It was called Valentine’s Day. Reading about it always made me wish I was alive back then.” you say, your brain reeling back to all those history books you’ve been reading to pass the time. You can almost feel Johanna’s eyebrow raise above you.

“Who wouldn’t? Worrying about stupid shit like that instead of getting reaped for a death match,” Johanna sneers, although the ferocity in her words isn’t directed at you. It never is. She’s always seemed to have a soft spot for you in that way.

“Yeah… it would have been today, you know. February 14th.” you say hesitantly, and your mind wanders back to those pages. The stores with the synthetic white lights overhead that illuminate the rows of heart-shaped boxes filled with chocolate delicacies. You’ve only ever had chocolate in the Captiol because of just how expensive it is. You’ve never been able to wrap your head around the idea of it being sold for so cheap, so common that it was purchased by millions to offer to their lovers. How simple their world seems to you. So different from the Panem you know. The Panem that condones violence, prejudice, the slaughter of children. But that Panem is one of the past now, too. Maybe humankind could return to such a silly holiday that revolves around love and stupid things like chocolate and flowers. Maybe Panem could finally heal after all the damage that was dealt.

Suddenly, you shoot up from Johanna’s lap, an idea forming in your head. Johanna just stares at you expectantly as you attempt to sort your thoughts into comprehendable words. Usually, it’s to no avail, but you need these words to reach Johanna’s ears right now or you’re going to explode.

“We should celebrate! We can both go out into town and get a gift for each other. It doesn’t have to be traditional, or anything too fancy. But I want to get you something. We can just pretend we really did live back then, before Panem. Before any of this.” you say, pushing the words out excitedly at the thought of celebrating anything at all, really. The aftermath of the war has been heavy and overbearing. There hasn’t been much room for fun or excitement or any of the childish feelings receiving a gift entails. This prospect is what has your eyes looking expectantly up at Johanna, on the edge of your seat for a response from her.

“Sounds stupid, but fine. Only because you look like you’re about to throw up.” Johanna decides, rolling her eyes, but you can see the small smile on her lips when she stands up. The excitement fizzes in your stomach as soon as the words leave her mouth. Something to look forward to! Not only that, but you get to give a gift to Johanna in return. This was the best thing that’s happened to you probably since you saw the life leave Snow’s eyes. Your life was filled too much with remorse and grief for your liking; even this small celebration was sure to bring some light back to your world.

Johanna is someone special. The only person left on this earth you’re sure you love. She’s not just anyone to bestow a gift upon, she’s Johanna Mason, for fuck’s sake, so you have to make sure you buy something meaningful. Something that she’s sure to cherish until her dying days. You sling some coins in your pocket and head out the door, heading in the opposite direction as Johanna into town so that you don’t run into each other while buying the gifts. Although, you’re both pretty famous around here so you doubt the shopkeepers will actually charge you for anything. The entirety of the country knew you as survivors of the Hunger Games, so most typically go pretty easy on you and Johanna. Even if their pity makes Johanna want to tear their limbs off one by one.

Your excitement shows by the way your feet bound you out onto the streets, taking quick glances at all of the shops open in the middle of the week. But as you bounce down the tile, you suddenly slow and realize you have no idea what a meaningful gift for Johanna would actually be. Being so soon after the war, chocolate was out of the question. Flowers were too simple; hell, if Johanna wanted flowers, she could have picked some in your yard herself. You think of getting something to aid her hobbies, but she doesn’t have many hobbies really except for cutting wood with an axe, and she’s already got plenty of those.

You begin to feel a bit defeated now as you wander around town, your bag of coins still clutched unused in the palm of your hand. You haven’t known Johanna for too long, but you thought you at least knew her better than this. You almost turn around until your eyes catch on the blacksmith shop.

On the front of the stand hangs an axe that must be completely forged out of metal, the sleek black and silver parts illuminated by the sunlight. It’d be impossible for it not to catch your eye walking down the path, the way that it shines in the very front of the stall. It must be a premium, because you’ve never seen an axe with a steel handle like that before. It’s heavy, sure, but Johanna’s managed to rebuild a lot of the muscle she lost when captured by spending so much time hacking away at firewood. Now that you think about it, the axes she uses must be older than she is because when she comes back home, you always have to fish splinters out of her fingers with your tweezers. As soon as that shiny, new titanium reaches your eyes, your coins are practically already in the blacksmith’s pockets.

No matter how much of your trauma was broadcasted on national television, a weapon like that is going to cost you a fortune. But the blacksmith recognizes you and offers to put something on the handle for free. You watch intently as he carves you and Johanna’s initials onto the handle with a small, neat heart on the end. Just the sight of it makes your lips raise in a smile with pride.

On your way back to Victor’s Village, you pick up a small box for the axe and buy some red ribbon to wrap around it, just for added effect. When you arrive home, Johanna’s already waiting outside for you, a larger, flatter box slung under her arm. She looks a bit bored, but her green eyes catch on you as you approach.

“Sorry. Took me forever.” you mutter through your grin as you walk up to her, already placing your box in her hands. Johanna smiles similarly, her lips a small smirk as the sunlight catches in her eyes. You can see the small flecks of brown in her eyes, a brighter green in the light than typical. Her hair has grown back curlier than before, the wavy strands ending just below her ears. You miss the red streaks in her hair. You wonder if she will dye them again once hair dye begins to be produced and sold again.

When Johanna takes the box from your hands, it’s almost like she can recognize the weight of an axe instantly. Growing up in District 7 will do that. “Nothing light, huh?” she grins, her eyebrows raising a bit knowingly as she tostles the box around a bit, hearing the metal slosh against the cardboard of the box. You can’t help but think she looks beautiful like that, with the sun dappled over her skin. You watch her almost distractedly until she hands you the box she had kept under her arm.

“Here, before I open mine.” Johanna says, her smirk widening just a bit as she looks at you intently. You smile back up at her as you take the box from her hands. It’s quite flat and almost weightless. You nearly drop it from expecting something heavier. You look up at her in question, and she just tells you to open it again. You roll your eyes, but the smile doesn’t leave your face as you gently take the top off of the box.

Your brows furrow in confusion as you slowly take your hand to touch the fabric in the box. It’s a piece of clothing. You gently unfold it, letting the box fall to the floor. It’s a dress, originally white, but cream around the edges with age. But it’s clear it’s well cared for, not a single stitch missing or a piece of lace misplaced. It’s beautiful. You nearly gape your mouth in shock as you run your fingers along the white satin, the pattern forming small flowers, and it feels silky smooth beneath your touch. Your eyes raise back to Johanna, the emotion clear in your gaze as she looks back at you with pride in her small smirk.

“I looked into one of your history books. White for weddings, right?”

To the anon that had asked me last month about writing Yunobo and being put in a mating press............................

 I’m sorry this took me so long - truthfully I needed to build up the courage to write this holy fuck cause it was overwhelming to think about. I also lost the ask as I was writing this because Chrome decided not to cooperate which is why I don’t have the original ask on this post. Uhhhh...yeah! Allow me to lay my thirst below the cut oh my asdja. Let’s see what happens when you take a much more confident Tears of the Kingdom Yunobo, and pair that with a sprinkle of breeding and a full-on mating press 🥴 Hint: Something incredibly nasty. Reader is written female/afab because this lowkey self-indulgent bye 💗

It was a passing conversation. Something he swore he didn't mean to eavesdrop on, but in all fairness you weren't that far away from his particular earshot. You'd been chatting with Ramella who had just gotten back into town from her home in the Gerudo desert. He recalled hearing your squeal and at first thought something was wrong, but as he rounded the corner he realized it was a sound of embarrassed delight. "I'm telling you - you must ask your rock voe to hold you in a mating press while you passionately embrace. Ashai swears it's a delightful position," Ramella muses loudly at the way you're already blushing. "A-And it won't hurt when he pushes my knees toward my chest like that?" you stuttered, starting to swelter at the idea. The Gerudo merchant giggled at your question, nearly shouting she replied, "Not if you're flexible, it shouldn't!" "I-I suppose I could...ask..." you shyly mumbled back as you pressed your hands to your cheeks, face reddening by the second. Yunobo tucked his fingers to his chin in thought. Something you needed from him? Judging by your facial expressions and words, you sounded like you'd wanted whatever this hold was. But what exactly was it? Ramella mentioned it being a position, and he did overhear her say 'passionate embrace'...was it like a hug? "No that's not it, goro..." Yunobo said to himself, head tilting the opposite way as he thought further. Hugs don't normally involve your knees being at your chest last he checked; he also doesn't know you to be overly blushy about hugs in general. So what was so different about this 'mating pr--" And then it clicked. Now he understood why your cheeks were lighting up like a night lantern - and he couldn't stop himself from doing the same the more he thought about it himself. --- "Ahhh, Yunooo" you whined, back arching so your chest was further pinned to his. His colossal hand splayed across your back as he slowly filled you, his torso spreading your thighs as far apart as they could go. You relished in the feel of him, impossibly hard and thick inside of you - so much so your fingernails were already biting at his forearms. "Easy, goro...nice and ngh...slow, love..." he breathed into your ear. You had to applaud his restraint; Yunobo was always delicate with you at the beginning of your love-making, taking into consideration how much preparation and wherewithal it took for you to truly take him all in. Lashes fluttering from the deep stretch you moaned through a bitten lip at how the slight sting was dying out to pleasure now. Your hands slid up his arms, reaching to wrap around his neck. The Goron champion lifted his head just enough to seal his lips over yours, his hips drawing back and then thrusting forward. Your mewl into his mouth had him gripping you a little tighter, though his pace was kept exactly how you needed it for the moment: slow, hard, and as deep as your pussy would allow him. Each thrust would acclimate you, bend you to the shape of him and open you further. "Feel...good?..." Yunobo panted, blue eyes darkening to a rich navy as his eyelids fell halfway. Your lip was snatched between your teeth, your head leaning to the side, exposing your neck. "Yes! Ungh, goddess yessss!" And he believed you. With your breasts shaking under him, your lips parted in a semi-permanent 'O' and the feel of your hands holding onto him for dear life, he believed he was delivering your body the summation of his love and lust just fine. But something nudged at the back of Yunobo's mind, a pebble of a thought. He removed his hand from your back, gliding his palms down your hips and slotting under your knees. His body stilled for a moment, the sudden cease of his actions sending chills down your spine and causing you to flutter around his length. Your Goron beau hissed in a pleasured wince, before sitting upright on his knees and pushing yours to your chest. Your breath fell short as you were gently folded, still stuffed half-full with Goron cock. "Mmm..." Yunobo purred, a tinge of grit and machismo in tone. He leaned back over, caging your legs in place with his biceps, "Like...this, right, goro?" Eyes blown wide at how he could possibly known what you’d been silently working up the courage to ask, you gasped as he sunk back into you again. This position had him working into you deeper now, hitting a spot inside you that had your voice keening in another octave. Stars gathered behind your eyelids, your senses clouded with only the pleasure that stroked your walls and the sound of Yunobo's low grunting in the crook of your neck. He thanked Hylia for placing him in the right place at the right time - Ramella was right, this position was incredible to have you in. Something surged in his chest - fire and power lit his blood aflame as he felt the need to move faster inside you. Hoarse pants and sweetened moans dove into deeper growls and teeth-gritting grunts as he fed your body thrust after thrust after thrust. The hard edges of his hips smacked against your thighs, and you clawed desperately at his arms for purchase. Your breathy moans sang heavenly in your Goron’s ears as he hit a sensitive spot inside you.  “Oh! Ahhhhhhn, Yunobo, I--!” you cried out, your body aching to have him even closer than he was already. His thrusts grew sloppier as Yunobo let his instincts take him - barreling past the line of gentler sex with you and straight into full fucking you. His mind drove him to one objective: fill you up. With the way your hands dug into him, the bend in your spine with your head thrown back, and even the flex of your calves that most undoubtedly meant your toes were curling in absolute pleasure - you were close and he knew it. Yunobo’s powerful fingers ground harshly into the smooth surface beneath you both, cracking the build of his sculpted bed.  In your ear he panted low, “You gonna cum soon, love? I can hnnnk, feel it, y’know,” he licked a wet strip along the side of your neck, the slight hint of salt on his tongue, “So good to me...oooooh so good for me...gonna f-fill you up haaaahhh, sweetheart...you’ll take it, wontcha?”  His babbled, passionate words were sending your nerves into a frenzy, your cunt clenching around him as the ebb and flow of your release crept up your limbs.  “YES!” you sobbed, whole body wracked with desire, “Yunobo, please, I’m so close, mmmmf I’m, I-I’m...!”  Your words cut short at the sharp, empty scream of your voice, a blast of heat and ecstasy ripping through your entire body. Yunobo groaned heavily at feel of your pussy clamping tight on him, milking his cock with your rippling silken heat until even he could hold on no longer.  “That’s it, love, thaaaat’s it. All of it, goro, hahhh ffff--” His orgasm shot through him at lightning speed - a series of moans tumbling from his throat akin to a rough crescendo as he came buried deep inside you. The brawn in his thrusts softened to simple rolls in his hips as his growling lightened to airy huffs. His spent cock had emptied as much of him as would fit in your poor pussy, and when he pulled out of you - the wet squelch of it dribbling from your hole was unmistakable. Carefully, Yunobo set your legs down, making sure not to move too quickly so you could acclimate. When he was sure you were okay, you were easily flipped to sit in his lap, his arms tucking behind your back and holding you close. A gentle nuzzle of his nose on your cheek stirred you from the high of your post-coital bliss, followed by the cover of lips to your still heated skin, “I didn’t hurt you...did I?” came Yunobo’s meek whisper, tickling your ear. You sleepily shook your head in a negative and proceeded to rest on his chest.  He hummed quietly, “I’m glad...I don’t know what came over me, goro...I just...ya felt so good and then suddenly I was hit with this strange urge...” His chin rested on your head gently, “Felt like fire was in my blood - and the only thing ready t’quench it was all those n-noises you were makin’” You could hear the nerves in his voice tangled up in his words, the sense of him feeling like he did something wrong clouding his thoughts. A soft press of your lips to his pectoral, “It was incredible, Yunobo...every bit of it,” you nuzzled into his chest some more, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again like that at all.”  That seemed to lay the Goron a little more lax, albeit with wildly flushed cheeks. His hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, the other, affectionately coming to the back of your head.  You would definitely have to remember to thank Ramella later - though you were sure she was being loud during your conversation on purpose now. As you shifted you felt liquid traveling down your thighs.  “Yuno...maybe we should hit the hot spring, I um...i-it’s starting to,” stuttered you, face growing more crimson by the second. Immediately Yunobo caught what you meant, “O-Oh! Yes, let's! S-S-Sorry, hold on.” You were lifted bridal style in his arms, shifted only slightly in his hold so he could give you your dress and slip his fundoshi back on.  “I can walk, hunny,” you giggled, sweet smile accompanied by a reassuring look. Yunobo chuckled back at you, pulling your frame a tad closer to his chest, “I know, but I figured I’d give ya a break after nearly foldin’ ya in half.” Your jaw dropped at his words, and it wasn’t until he realized what he’d said - and so casually at that - that his face turned as red as Goron spice. 

“F-FORGET I SAID THAT!”  The saccharine smile on your lips turned devious in a matter of seconds; accompanied by the fresh memory of his biceps hooked under your knees as he pounded away at you had it grow more devious still, “Oh Yunobo...never.” 

LoZ: LU - The Lantern of the Lost

I have this idea for an item that's been rolling around in my head for several years.

It's a dark blue/black frame lantern with a peculiar flame inside.

Like this:

The lantern has a tassel attached to the bottom with a silver bell, that when it rings, it draws in Poe Souls so long as they haven't taken on the form of enemy Poes. Those souls then join the flame until it is time for them to be taken to the Bargainer Statues.

The flame itself almost seems to pulse like a heartbeat.

Regardless, its design would have a definitive Sheikah influence. Not technologically, but magically & design wise. Even featuring a very ancient iteration of the Mind's Eye symbol, one with a very destinctly Depths script style design to it.

Something kinda like this:

(Obviously not done. There are definitely some mistakes. Also not sure which looks better.)

This is what I have so far.

Nowhere near done yet. I definitely think the lanter itself is too simple for what I want, but I'm liking the general shape of it at the very least.

Other designs could include Depths-style versions of the Shadow Medallion symbol & such things.

Anyway, when held by someone who hasn't unlocked said the Mind's Eye, it will merely act as an ordinary, if magically-powered lantern with an ordinary flame. Though, it will consume the holder's magic, just not very quickly.

However, it has to be the actual Mind's Eye. Otherwise, the flame won't be the one in the picture above & won't be able to house the Poe Souls. It doesn't work with the Lense of Truth or the Mask of Truth. There's just a different level & even quality of magic that runs through your 3rd eye when you have access to the ability itself that very simply can't be fully replicated artificially. Sure, the Mind's Eye can't literally see through chests the way the Lense of Truth can, but it has a number of other benefits that the Lense doesn't.

Something else is that the light from the lantern can essentially project the power of the Mind's Eye outward, thus allowing those around the holder to also see the spirits. Both living & dead ones. Not to mention passed illusions. You see, someone with the power can see the Poe Souls as people. Much like how the ghosts of Rhoam & the Champions appeared. Though, more wispy & most normal people only have a couple of those little green flames floating around them. It also allows those nearby to hear the Poe Souls speak.

Though the Shadow Soldiers are merely echos of the people they were. The souls of those soldiers have already moved on, but they were able to leave a bit of themselves behind. Their dying wish to protect Hyrule in whatever way they could is what allowed such shadows to manifest. One with the Mind's Eye & those near them while holding the lantern could hear the Shadow Soldiers too, but it'd be little more than whispers of what they'd been thinking & feeling at the time of their death. Their most desperate desire. The one that keeps such echos anchored to the Depths.

Which brings up something. The fact that a lot of the Links seem to have a tendency towards seeing, interacting with, or soothing spirits or ghosts. You think it's something to do with the Spirit of the Hero?

Either way, I'd really like to see a half-Sheikah Link using this lantern. So, maybe this could be a part of the Library of Nayru story.

Either way, I'd want whichever Link ends up with it to also learn the Song of Healing & the Song of the Sun for the sake of soothing the souls of the dead.

Of course, it wouldn't always work immediately. Sometimes, Link would have to help them finish something or talk to them about something. Though, in the case of Poes & Imp Poes having taken on enemy form, it'd require a bit more work. Specifically, "killing" them with either a Light or Twilight-based attack. Either from a spell or a weapon. Doing so will destroy them & leave behind both a Poe Soul & a few Dark Clumps.

Such methods also work on undead enemies, such as Stals, Redeads, & Gibdos, & corrupted enemies such as Wolfos, Bullbos, Vulpos (the Keaton enemies from MC), Iron Knuckles, Furnixes, ect.

In the case of the latter, it purifies them, turning them back to their original forms. And in the cases of the Keatons, Iron Knuckles, & Furnixes, you'll get something out of it. If not rewards, then information or quests at the very least later on.

In fact, I could see purifying a Keaton near the beginning of the game ending up being the linchpin to Link learning the Mind's Eye technique to begin with. Perhaps the Keaton even becomes the companion for this game.

Though, I can also see him getting on a lot of players' nerves, because I tend to portray the Keaton as wise & clever, but very mischievous (occasionally just outright demanding Keatonzushi & Keaton Udon). Having a distinctly Cheshire Cat vibe, though his questions always have answers & it's always something that Link is supposed to be able to figure out on his own. Aside from riddles, I also tend to see the Keaton as being fans of the Socratic Method.

By this I mean, that they ask a lot of questions, fully knowing the answers themselves, but also expects Link to be able to think for himself & thus use said questions as a way to force Link to think critically.

Despite this, they are also not shy in telling Link when he's done a good job & will always repay a favor in kind.

In a way, I suppose that I see this particular Link as the sort who genuinely enjoys things like puzzles, brainteasers, riddles, & the like. Also having that classic Hero curiosity.

LoZ Linked Universe Masterlist

Here to formally request something about t4t Hal Jordan lol, it doesn't have to be about going down on him, but I would appreciate it very much👀

Ftm Hal Jordan x Ftm reader

Headcanons

Hehe, I love Hal Jordan 💚, not the longest but I just wanted to write about the reader going down on Hal. I tried to use masculine terms for their bits. Reader is a green lantern in this too, why? Why not.

Hal Jordan exhaled shakily as he was pushed backwards onto the bed in his quarters on Oa, the green bed creaking softly under the sudden added weight. Hal bit his lip as (Y/N) placed his hands on his thighs, shoving upwards and making Hal spread them open more and more. The action had Hal crawl his way up the bed just a bit, to make both their positions more comfortable.

It had been weeks since the two lanterns had last seen each other, having both been on two different missions in two different parts of the galaxy. The closest they had gotten to seeing each other were dirty calls using their rings, the scenarios (Y/N) would conjure always leaving Hal wet and aching, and now they were finally alone. Hal could feel how wet his hole was, his cock hard and though it wasn’t visible through his suit it was obvious (Y/N) knew just how effected the brunette was.

Hal let his thighs splay open as (Y/N) shimmied his way up the bed, the hands on Hals thighs running across the muscle, the thumbs rubbing at the area where Hals thighs met the rest of his body. Groaning softly Hal wriggled his hips as if to tempt the other man to touch him more instead of teasing him, the strong need to clamp his thighs shut and rub them together for stimulation making the muscles of his legs twitch.

The brunette couldn’t help but gasp as he felt the hands glide in further, biting into his bottom lip as a thumb pressed right over where his hole was through his suit, (Y/N)s other thumb searching upwards and pressing down on Hals cock, drawing circles on the bundle of nerves and causing the other mans hips to jolt upwards with a choked gasp.

The good thing about the lantern rings was that you could summon and unsummon the suits, so soon Hal couldn’t take the touching through the layers anymore and unsummoned the area around his crotch, leaving an area surrounding his lower stomach and about halfway down his thighs open and naked. At the sudden disappearance of the suit (Y/N)s thumb slipped into the dripping wet hole causing Hal to groan, clenching down on the finger as the other pressed down on the hard bundle of nerves.

Both men moaned as (Y/N)s kept up his earlier movements, now just without anything in the way. Wet sounds filled the room as (Y/N) withdrew his thumb and replaced them with his gloved hand, pressing his forefinger and middle finger into the wet hole and started fingering his lover. Hal cursed as (Y/N) removed the thumb from his cock, but it was soon replaced by the other mans mouth causing the brunette to release an almost wounded noise.

Reaching down Hal gripped onto (Y/N)s hair, finding his fingers through the locks and holding on as the other man sucked on the hard nub, his fingers twisting and curling and drawing pleasured noises from Hal. Hals couldn’t keep his hips from grinding downwards against the hands and mouth, drawn out noises slipping from his lips as (Y/N) drew bolder in his movements.

Letting his head rest back against the pillows Hal could do nothing but hold on and take in the pleasurable jolts that ran through his body as (Y/N) added a third finger to his dripping hole, his tongue flattening across the hard nub and drawing shapes across the sensitive area.

The noises spreading throughout the room were filthy, wet and slick noises mixed with (Y/N)s sucking and Hals moans sounding loud in the otherwise quiet room. Hal swore the sheets under his hips were growing damp with how wet he was, the attention to his cock feeling overwhelming but oh so good as the nerves were flicked and touched.

His orgasm started from his abdomen and spread throughout his entire body, Hals eyes rolling almost all the way back into his head under his domino mask, head thrown back so far, he almost arched right off the bed and his toes curling in his boots as he came. The noises from between his thighs grew even slicker as Hal came, (Y/N)s fingers curling as if to draw out the orgasm even further. Hal slumped down onto the bed, panting and shivering as (Y/N) carefully removed his fingers with a wet noise, the brunette letting out an almost pained moan as (Y/N)s tongue traveled down to lap up the dripping wetness from his hole, licking his way up to give his cock one last hard suck before pulling back.

Hal felt like a limp noodle as (Y/N) crawled up the bed, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand as he made his way closer to Hal’s face. Leaning down (Y/N) pressed his lips against Hals, their kiss quickly turning steamy as their tongues invaded the others mouth and curled around one another, the taste of Hal spreading throughout the mouths.

When they finally disconnected the kiss (Y/N) flopped down beside Hal, throwing his arm over the other man’s waist and drawing him in close so they could cuddle up against one another. An orgasm like the one he had just had always made Hal tired, but he vowed to have (Y/N) shaking before the night was over, he just needed to catch his breath first.

Let's Make Cute Sweaters!!!

Listen up Tumblr, your local goth is going to teach you how to make an applique and sew it onto a sweater or sweatshirt.

Yeah, my pumpkin's wonky, but he's my Special Little Guy, and I love him.

I used plain, Time And Tru sweatshirts from Walmart that only cost about $10, but you can easily thrift a sweater or use one you already have that needs a little spice. The tombstone is made with felt, and the pumpkin is made from a plaid fat quarter--I will explain both methods, as they differ slightly.

Felt (the easiest): Find or draw a template (I searched tombstone templates for mine), cut it out, then use it to cut out the same shape from your felt of choice. If you want to embroider any details on your applique, like I did with the RIP and cracks, do that before sewing it onto the sweater. Put the sweater on and pin the applique where you want it to sit (doesn't have to be on the center--you could easily do elbow patches or a little patch off to the side), then do a blanket stitch by hand around the border for a decorative, clean way to attach it. I used 4 strands of embroidery floss in a contrasting color on the tombstone and six strands on the pumpkin--I think four works perfectly fine and is a little less bulky. Embroidery floss comes in every color imaginable and is pretty cheap, so you can experiment with color combos or even use multiple colored threads. You're welcome to play around with stitches and find something that works for you if you don't like the look of the blanket stitch, you can use a sewing machine instead, or you can safety-pin or fabric-glue the applique on if sewing isn't for you.

Optional: I sewed lace trim around the neckline and added a tiny bow for extra cuteness. If you're going to add lace trim, keep in mind that unless you're using stretchy lace, it'll hinder the stretch of the sweater. To mitigate this, I stretched the neckline a bit as I sewed and used a zig-zag stitch with my machine (you can sew it on by hand, too, just using wider stitches). I also must mention that the neckline on this sweater was decently wide without stretching, so even though it can't stretch as far anymore, it's no trouble getting it over my head. If you're using something with a tighter neckline, or tight cuffs on the sleeves, that really needs to stretch, then use stretchy lace or none at all. Bows are still something you can add that won't affect the stretch, so go wild with bows, buttons, safety pins, and all manner of little trinkets!

Cotton: The attachment process is still the same as the felt method, but making the applique is a little different. Since cotton isn't as sturdy as felt, and it frays, you need to prepare it differently. Before you cut out your shape, iron on lightweight fusible interfacing (sold at Walmart--make sure it's compatible with woven fabric if your fabric isn't stretchy and knit fabric if it is). I've made appliques without interfacing before, but they'll hold their shape much better and be sturdier if you do use it, so I recommend taking the couple extra minutes to iron it on. On the wrong side of your fabric, iron on a patch of interfacing large enough to fit your shape, let it cool, and then cut out your shape. I used an X-acto knife to cut out the face of the jack-o-lantern, which did pretty well, but did cause a bit of fraying that I cleaned up with my fabric scissors. To seal the edges, you can sew a zig-zag stitch around them, use an overlocker/serger, or use Fray-Check or fabric glue. I chose to do a zig-zag stitch so it'd be less noticeable under my blanket stitch, but I've used my serger in the past, and it looks nice, too--especially if you use a contrasting color. Now the process is exactly the same as the felt one.

Remember, it's perfectly okay if it has that "homemade look," and it doesn't need to look perfect or symmetrical, by any means! This is about having a fun little project to do while watching a show or some YouTube videos and sipping on some hot cocoa, knowing that you'll get a cute new sweater out of it that'll be unique and your own. And it's also okay to use it as stay-at-home lounge wear if it looks as wonky as Mr. Crooked Smile the pumpkin over there. Have fun, learn new techniques, and make happy little accidents!

Happy crafting!

New oc! And a relatively wholesome one too! *she's a victim of the "I don't want to put clothes on this sketch" phenomenon*, but also she does wear heart shaped bikini. for work.

Philadelphia from Tommy Wiseau's The Neighbors was a big inspo ngl.

She's not a stripper. She's actually paid by the king, and responsible for maintaing a sort of day-night cycle in one part of their land! just wanted to draw big chunky heels.

So say hi to Jubie! And imma hide more info abt her and an infodump about swimsuit fish people down here.

Jubie is a monster, one employed by the King to work as a Lightbringer (WIP name). There's a specific type of monsters with a mutation, which leaves them with glowing hair and blood. (their hair's literally transparent veins with blood flowing through)

(A drawing of different Lightbringers, in digital and with their hair out, so we 'get' the vibes. The yellow one is Inkie, one of Jubie's *besties!!1!*, the pink one tho is Morty, and she was made by a friend of mine @firefries !)

They glow so much actually, that yeah, they can light up entire streets. And there's an entire part of the City, placed in the old sewer system. They can't get any light down there. So these Lightbringers are paid to hang out and roam these areas, to simulate a sense of light. Pretty sweet job! Almost all Lightbringers are 'fish people' too, so they love hanging out in murky freezing waters! They wear fun or convienent swimwear 'at work', and to them, it's like getting paid for lazing around on a depressing beach. They also roam the streets, look for any lost or drowning citizens, and guide them to their destination. These fellas have not only glowing hair, but souls too, as they're some of the cheeriest and most excitable people to be around! Who wouldn't be tho, when they stop by an ice cream stand, that still counts as work for them!

Before though, these guys were hunted, to be used as lanterns for humans. For that, they started covering their hair with intricate scarves and 'socks', wrapped all around. These coverings were also used as bonus storage for items. Nowadays, even tho relatively safe, the Lightbringers kept the scarves. They're almost a part of their small culture, and took on a more fashionable direction - with many patterns, pins and bands, the customization and personalization options are truly endless! And these scarves aren't for fashion only. In my world, most people aren't born with the conditions they 'recieve', and so it was for the fish folk who's hair now glows. They were used to darker or 'normal' light, and their hair glows so brightly, it makes seeing in small places with them impossible. And they can't even sleep in so much brightness, it tricks their brains into thinking it's still day. So they wear the scarves essentially everywhere outaside of work. On sunny streets, in stores, at home, ESPECIALLY in bed! And they're quite proud of them!

So Jubie, obviously she LOVES hearts! and the color pink.

She's a very sweet and upbeat girl. A bit absent-minded and loud, but well meaning. She's convinced everybody around her LOVES shopping, getting bubble tea and makeovers! She's got that one way of saying "OH MY GOSHHHHH!" and is the girl who says "HIIIII!!!"

She actually doesn't have fingernails! so she just paints her fingers pink. she makes of it what she can.

She smells like bubblegum and artificail strawberry, all mixed with a hint of fish and mud stank. And oh! Originally, she's got remains of a carp rooted deep down (she was supposed to have a 'moustache' too, but it was messing with the head shape too much) And she's as stupid and indestructible as they are. She's an invasive species on her own. not in a mean way, she just wants everyone to be happy over things she loves and cares about! And once you let her in, she's impossible to get rid of. Also she's an omnivore and will devour literally anything (but mostly bugs and worms. she loves them when they still squirm the most, and she puts marmalade and sprinkles over top!)

Jubie's full and real name is Jubilee Giggles, and whilst everybody gives her weird looks for it, girlie simply used her right and picked a name, which in her eyes sparks hapiness and makes everybody smile.

Jubie also survived The War. She feels for all her brothers and sisters, and comes to mourn them every 6 months. She has lost her own sister and parents. Being left alone and orphaned were another reason for her switching to such a stupid name. She does not want to be reminded of the family she's lost, and in this new world, everybody is grieving for their own loss so much, they won't ever care for her relatives and what they meant.

Jubie has 2 besties so far!! Inkie, a fellow Lightbringer, and Pogo, an actually succesful actress who's on a path to stardom! Together they meet up all around the sewers, and when they're not shopping and enjoying life, they play beach sports, like volleyball! Jubie's also constantly looking for a new gf/bf (nobody can keep up with her!) so those 2 are her cheerleaders in this journey.

Jubie also has an apartment! This queen can provide for herself, and she shares it with another Lightbringer! (He has yet to be designed, but I am SO tempted to name him Chad...) The Chad guy? Just like Jubie looks suitable for pole dancing, Chad flat out looks like a stripper. He works on fixing the electricity and pipes all around the sewers as additional income besides lightbringing. And he's well known for looking like a handyman stripper. Bro's pants keep falling off all the time. And just like Jubie, there's not much in his brain left. Those 2 share a braincell, and they always leave it at home too. Their household is visited often, and all the neighbors know them, for their unmissable glow and appearance. Jubie's friends love to come over to look at Chad, and Chad's friends love to see Jubie too. And through all this, Chad and Jubie's relationship is as asexual as it gets. They see each other as very good friends (besides the fact they both can't clean up their clothes and they always argue over who's the messier one. It's a tie every time.) And they help each other with fixing their scarves every time - because you can never see if the top part is covered well enough! And mutual haircare is actually seen as a very comforting and sweet activity for the fish folk!

Also I said she wasn't a stripper? The heels were drawn before when i was convinced I wanted to draw her in a jean miniskirt. Times change. The shoes were too funny to be erased. But honestly, Jubie knows how to do striptease. So does Chad. They don't mind earning money on the side. And they can order the fanciest fish food in the town when it works out! So it's a steal! And thanks to Pogo's connections, both of them acted in *adult* movies. They thought it'd be fun (also tbf the genre and culture around these things in my world is...different. Half the time there are flamethrowers and mlg effects edited in) and also aren't capable of remembering more than a4 page worth of text/lines.

They stupid, but mean well.

Fish people.

WIP Questionnaire

Tagged by @bee-barnes-author, thank you!

Gently tagging: @slenders1ckn3ss @kmlaney @bardicbeetle @astras-rambles @meerawrites @musingsbycaitlin @andromedaexists @dyrewrites and an open tag! Blank questions below the cut

For "Farewell Vesperos":

1. What is the first part of your WIP that you created? For the Runner Owen series as a whole, it was all spawned by a single image of a gothic city floating in the sky. It's changed a lot since then, over five years ago I think. I don't remember the first part I came up with for Farewell Vesperos itself, but it was probably the Vesperos family it's named after.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be? For Runner Owen? Instrumental, for sure. Owen, my protagonist, walking through the foggy, crystal-lit streets of Theris. Being watched by people in brighter windows, or following him in the darkness. He turns around and lifts his lantern to see... Cut to the title screen.

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why? I adore Owen and his two enemies/LIs, Aurum and the Scarred Man. Explaining why is hard, but they and their chemistry just make me happy. There's also Locke and Nora, who are dear to my heart - I think some people I've talked about this with like Locke a little too much, but I don't blame them. For Farewell Vesperos in particular, GOD, I am loving how Lawrence Rhyne is shaping up. He's such a charming fuck.

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share? Kind of a confusing question. But uh, I've been told [combining the comments of different people] that Farewell Vesperos reads like Jane Eyre with an Agatha Christie type plot, so if you like either of that, you might like Farewell Vesperos. People who like darker fiction - hell, maybe even dark romance specifically! - might enjoy the dynamics between Owen and his two LIs. We'll see how that shapes up though.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP? Settling on the plot. This is the third edition of this story I'm writing and if it evolves on me again I might just scrap the whole fucking thing.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them! Not at this point, but the vampires in it can turn into animals. The Scarred Man in particular can become a raven.

7. How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.) There are trains, powered by crystals, a la Victorian steam trains. Most people get around with the draconics that humans have allied with, those being small dragons that cooperate with humans for their own reasons. They function like horses, except some of them can fly.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now? Right now, I'm trying to figure out the villain's motivations. I have a terrible habit of imagining awesome things happening and then going 'but wait - I know this character would do this, but why?' Kind of annoying at this point.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in? Well, there's the murder mystery! Lost heirs, arranged marriages, malicious vampires with dreams of conquest, wicked vampire hunters led by callous royalty who will do whatever ruthlessness needed protect humanity, enemies to lovers extreme slow burn [I'm talking over several books], spooky Victorian houses, lots of racially diverse characters, a transmasc protagonist navigating a society with specific gender roles for trans people... And just. Gothic fantasy in general.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP? I don't expect to get a lot of money writing this lmao, but I'm not writing it just for the money. I'm writing it because I know there's guys like me out there who want and need to see themselves as wanted - both as men, and as romantic and sexual partners. I want transmascs like me to feel desired. And I want people that aren't transmasc to really get that we are desirable, and attractive, as any other person. Ultimately though? I just hope people enjoy reading the damn thing and don't rip it to shreds over some stupid plot hole I missed pffft

1. What is the first part of your WIP that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

A small bonus for the Raphael x Ex Foot Reader for you because I just thought it was cute. uwu. Just a cute special extra bc ur cool.

-📝 Nonnie

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"Woah..."

You closed the window of your fire escape Raphael had slipped in through, drawing the curtains as the terrapin looked around. He couldn't help his awe. There were small paper creatures all over every shelf and cabinets. Creations of different patterns and colours and shapes and styles. Animals seemed to be the most common thing you made, but that didn't mean that was all you made.

Some were shapes, cubes and pyramids and rings. Others appeared to be plants and structures, lotus flowers and boxes and boats and ships and roses and lilies.

The bouquet of paper tulips that he made you were ceterpieced on your cheap white plastic coffee table, a vibrant pop of colour that drew his eyes and made paper butterflies flit around in his chest and stomach.

Paper decorum hung from your ceiling, attached with sticky tack and twine and tape. You had made lanterns and stars that were covering the multicolored LEDS that lit up the rooms. He even saw "pinned" spiders and insects you had crafted tucked neatly behind glass frames, the designs of the paper making him at first think they were real.

Shapes and colours littered your home and life, battling the stark, cold white and sterile feeling of your apartment. A folded and creased garden of Eden, alive with facsimile fauna made by their creator. A papercraft castle filled with delicate subjects their ruler made by hand. A hand crafted heaven with a mosaic of angular angels that were tesselated by you, their god.

However, there was something that bothered him, that itched at the back of his brain the more he looked around. The place was lined with false life, but not a singular sign of real life warmed the walls or shelves.

"No pictures?"

You blinked, looking over your shoulder back at him as he realized what he said. "Ah! Sorry, I shouldn't uh, comment on your home design-"

You answered with a shrug. "I mean you're right. I don't have any. I bet it's...weird, huh?"

"No!! I mean- it's just a bit...unusual."

You deflated some as you sat on your beat up, off-white love seat, your reptilian friend joining you.

"Sorry. I know the place is weird. I don't...have people over...often.."

Raphael frowned at that, confusion palpable. "I mean...We really only ever have April over, and we still have family and friend photos put up...?"

You pointedly didn't say anything.

Something clicked for the red-wearing ninja. You had neither.

"Ah."

"Yeah. You're the uh. First person I've ever had over, save for the maintenance lady and the landlord. They don't... stick around..."

He wanted to ask more. He wanted to push and be nosy, curious as to why you had no one close enough to you for pictures, for memories, but he wasn't sure you'd appreciate that.

He couldn't help his mind, though, thinking of you and whatever folded creature you animated for the night being the only things that touched the floorboards. You watching TV in a stark, cold room, surrounded by your own creations staring at you lifelessly. You going to bed, no one wishing you a nice sleep nor anyone for you to do the same.

Your victories and joys going uncelebrated. Your losses and lows never being comforted. Your tears being shed in the loneliness. Nightmares and fears doing nothing but festering and compounding.

The stifling, crushing loneliness that crushed you during your worst nights.

No wonder you joined the Foot ninjas. Desperation for contact and comfort and companionship would drive anyone to do anything.

The more he thought, the less this felt like a home. It was a place to be, sure.

But this house was not a home.

Your apartment was treated more like that of a shiny, clean hotel room. You could sleep, and eat, and exist there. But there was never the comfort. It was never yours to stay. Like wasn't yours to warm.

...But it was.

Unthinkingly, Raphael found himself pulling his phone out. The camera app was opened, and he scooted closer.

He wanted to make this your home. Your haven.

"Would you like to take one wit' me? I can get Don to print em..."

Despite the clinical coldness of your place, your eyes filled with warmth that made him think of a desert sun. It thawed the chill in his shell and bones, and he felt his heartbeat quicken to a thrumming drum beat.

"...I'd love that, a lot."

Aww!! Raph is so sweet ❤️ Wants to help you make your house a home.. I love him ^-^ and I love you're writing nonnie thank you

Druna AU Outline

I have had this idea swimming in my head so I want to write it down. Draco is OOC here but I can't control my imagination :)

Draco Malfoy

His middle name is 'Catus' instead of 'Lucius'. When Draco was born, Lucius decided to give him this name because of his curious eyes.

He has a pet runt opaleye dragon named 'Galacticus'

He was born brain-damaged or with a neurodivergence making him less socially inclined

Sorted into Ravenclaw

Loves to style his hair. Began growing it out in Hogwarts. Usually keeps it braided or in a ponytail style

Top student in the year (eat dirt Hermione!). Of course, Hermione and others beat him in some subjects.

Cold and aloof with people except those he cares about (like Luna and his dormmates)

Has disdain for the golden trio and shows said disdain by ignoring their existence

Snape is his godfather, like a second dad to him

Very artistic. Good at drawing and music.

Prodigy at potions and spell making. Snape offers to tutor his godson when he recognizes Draco's potential.

Luna Lovegood

Not much different from canon except she befriends Draco in her first year

Not as close to the golden trio due to spending more time with Draco and other Ravenclaw students. But she is still good friends with Ginny and Neville.

Druna headcanons

When Luna says something that sounds weird, instead of mocking her, Draco grills her about it and goes on a research frenzy to discover if her claim is true (sometimes Luna purposely says crazy things to rile Draco up).

They first met on Luna's sorting night. Luna wanted to touch Draco's hair and he shoved his wand in her face. Luna responded by offering to make him a butterbeer necklace so his hair would not be stolen by Nargles.

Their friendship really begins when students begin to call Luna 'Looney'.

When their friendship began, Luna had to learn how to decipher the care behind Draco's tactless and insensitive words. While Draco had to learn how to handle Luna's out-of-the-box ideas.

At the beginning of Draco's 3rd year and Luna's 2nd, Draco gives Luna an expensive necklace that he bought because it reminded him of her.

They begin dating in Draco's 6th year.

For Luna's 16th birthday, Draco takes her on a boat ride and lights the sky with lanterns (like in Tangled). And serenades her with 'Yellow' (by Coldplay) that he wrote.

Luna and Draco are very physically affectionate. Hugs, hand-holding, cuddles etc.

Draco proposes to Luna after her graduation. He plans an elaborate, romantic dinner and walk around the Malfoy gardens. Just as he works up the nerve to begin his proposal speech, Luna says bluntly that she will marry him. He glares at her cheeky grin. So much for his proposal.

They are engaged for about two years while Luna does her studies to become a Magizoologist.

They have their wedding at Malfoy Manor.

They have a 'moon and stars' themed wedding. Luna wears a sparkling midnight blue dress with a white and gold train. On her dress is the Draco constellation. Draco wears black and white robes with buttons that look like the moon. He also wears a crescent-shaped hair clip.

They have their first child about a year later.

Druna children

Scorpius Lucius Malfoy

First borne child

Looks like Draco but has Luna's curly hair

Sorted into Slytherin making his paternal grandparents very proud

Very social and extroverted. Imagine canon Draco but with less classist and bigoted views. Class clown personality.

When Scorpius was born, Draco wrote 'You'll be in My Heart' for his son and he sang it as a lullaby. It was a song he used for all of his kids.

Pluto Pandor Malfoy

Two years younger than Scorpius

Looks more like Luna but has Draco's straight hair

Sorted into Ravenclaw like his parents

Has a more reserved personality, and is very curious and loves learning.

Likes to spend time with Lucius in his study

Triplets: Nebula Lotus, Nova Violet, Leo Severus

Born three years after Pluto

Nebula and Nova are identical twins (Narcissa loves having granddaughters so much)

The girls were named after their grandmothers' favourite flowers: lotuses for Narcissa and violets for Pandora.

The triplet's birth was stressful for Luna and the healer recommended that she have no more kids

Lucius and Narcissa share an emotional moment. They struggled so badly to have Draco and now their child has given them five grandchildren. They could not be prouder.

Nebula Lotus Malfoy

Sorted into Slytherin

Daddy's girl

More feminine and girly compared to her twin

Likes to spend time with her grandmother

Nova Violet Malfoy

Sorted into Gryffindor.

Tomboyish personality.

Loves to explore

Likes to spend time with her maternal granddad

Leo Severus Malfoy

Youngest child

Sorted into Hufflepuff

Quiet and shy, a mama's boy

Named after Snape because Draco was reminded of his godfather on a spiritual level when he saw Leo. When Luna mentions Harry named his son Albus after Snape already, Draco sniffs and coldly states Snape was his godfather and not Potter's.

Leo often creeps into his father's lab to watch his father work, similar to what Draco did with Snape.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫. all written works are protected under the copyright law. do not repost, translate, or plagiarize them in any shape or form. they are exclusive to this site and ao3 only. if found anywhere else, please let me know immediately.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❞

✧ 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

elevator chat - you and another intern are late to the internship, which you decide to have a conversation in the elevator on the way there.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐓 ❞

✧ 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

care to enlighten me? - albedo draws you a blueprint of his dorm, but the results aren't what you expected.

✧ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

i like you, bad luck and all - here with another rq this time for our best boy benny!!! bff to lovers except he thinks u don’t like him/are starting to dislike him because of his bad luck and everything going wrong when he’s around u 🤩. [requested by @/winwinverse.]

✧ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜

(k)aeya is (f)ucking (c)ancelled - it isn't a normal day at kfc when your shift supervisor isn't pissed at someone, namely a blue-haired man wearing an eyepatch named kaeya.

touch - you're suffering from the cold alone, but diluc's there to save you by giving warmth.

✧ 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚

the perfume making experience - imagine if you go perfume making with kaeya. [requested by @/fadedjae.]

✧ 𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫

head pats for days - vera, can you write something for my little baby razor? just pure fluff of him getting head pats because it’s what he deserves. [requested by @/winwinverse.]

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

anything for you, my windblume - a date with venti. that’s it. i love him. [requested by @/sleepyyangyang.]

love at first sight - so hey, it’s ya girl! picture this: venti falls for one of zhongli’s adepti and tries to make them fall for him. [requested by @/sleepyyangyang.]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐄 ❞

✧ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐧

eat my ass, spirits - for my baby chongyun, imagine ghost hunting in a graveyard with him except no ghosts want to come near u guys because of his yin (is that what its called? i cant remember lol) powers and you guys find nothing. [requested by @/winwinverse.]

✧ 𝐪𝐢𝐪𝐢

i’ll be your man - hi lovely so it’s your favourite request fairy... i give you an angsty mess ✨so you know the skz pray i’ll be your man stage; how about something based on that but with reader selling their soul for their baby sister qiqi. i’ll leave you with that pain ✨ [requested by @/sleepyyangyang.]

✧ 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨

come with me - xiao invites you to see a different view of lantern rite.

you again? - you aren't xiao's biggest fan, and he isn't yours either.

✧ 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

broke - being zhongli’s significant other and having always have money on you to cover his bougie ass that keeps forgetting mora because he’s a dumbdumb (i love this guy but seriously, he needs to remember his fucking wallet). [requested by @/sleepyangyang.]

so proud of you - so professor zhongil and he has a s/o who's in like grad school or something. this totally isn’t that request from a while back. [requested by @/sleepyangyang.]

requiescat in pace - the dead deserve their happy endings.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐀 ❞

✧ 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

don’t go - your boyfriend doesn’t want you to work. instead, he wants you to take care of a little problem of his.

love rivals - your new friend misunderstands your rather close relationship with two particular pyro vision wielders.

phase six - “thank you.”/ “for what?” / “for being there for me when no one else has.” [entry to we are immortals.]

star of the show - arataki itto reunites with his favorite officer from the tenryou commission after the vision hunt decree.

when sparks fly - you decide to indulge in your enemy’s holiday challenge to prove that you can be a fun person.

✧ 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮

a series of firsts - theme is “firsts” in a relationship! [entry to favorites with friends.]

arrowhead - so this has been on my mind often and you don’t have to do it but uh can you please do a gorou x vision hunter reader, can also be a higher ranking in the military or just works under baal in getting visions. fluff or angst is up to you since i love both genres. [requested by anon.]

compensation - gorou picking you flowers a small gift bc he got busy with the resistance and he had to cancel in on your date, you know that he’s busy so you were okay with it but you felt bad that he had to go through the efforts of picking you flowers just to make it up for you. [requested by @/yanbub, @/fadedjae, & @/winwinverse.]

later, skater - one breath is all you need to push yourself by a few inches. however, you’re still not confident enough to put your other leg up. at the halfway point, you beckon your boyfriend to help you out. “gorou. please. i can’t skate to save my life.”

phase six - “thank you.”/ “for what?” / “for being there for me when no one else has.” [entry to we are immortals.]

remedy - helping patch up their injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

✧ 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

checkmate - oh how the tables have turned.

✧ 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

maple - kazuha hanahaki au, just a thought lol. [requested by @/fadedjae.]

remedy - in which you help patch up your significant other’s injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

three hours - “alright, screw the bus.” he holds up three fingers, representing the hours you have spent inside the restaurant. “that’s how much time we are going to spend together. that’s the amount of time you could have enjoyed with your date, and the amount of time wasted waiting for that stupid date of yours.”

✧ 𝐤𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚

divine punishment - she has failed to learn the truth of your happiness. but whatever it is, she supposes that giving full support to her archon would be enough to satisfy you in death.

remedy - in which you help patch up your significant other’s injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

✧ 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢

promise me - hello hello kokomi brainrot is consuming me but can i req kokomi x reader where the reader gets very injured in a fight they had with an enemy/monster & kokomi nurses them back to health (& it’s all fluffy & cutesy). [requested by @/dreamiehrs & @/sleepyyangyang.]

✧ 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚

please come back to me - an alternate route where thoma loses his pyro vision and forgets everyone close to him, including you.

third resolution - new year’s eve resolutions. [entry to holiday writing.]

✧ 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

brighter than fireworks - watching fireworks with yoimiya or maybe her planning a fireworks show for u (or watching fireworks with anyone really lol). [requested by @/dreamiehrs, @/winwinverse, @/fadedjae, & anon.]

phase six - “thank you.”/ “for what?” / “for being there for me when no one else has.” [entry to we are immortals.]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔 ❞

✧ 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦

canon-compliant - alhaitham x vahumana!gn!reader

✧ 𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨

lie in wait - the mission to expose the conspiracies between the akademiya and the fatui comes with a cost.

look at me - a judge of the gods said to have a gaze as lethal as sandstorms, no one dares to spare a look at the general mahamatra. except a forest ranger at gandharva ville who he becomes enamored by and sneaks out for almost every night.

modern au - god of justice!cyno x archaeologist!gn!reader

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❞

✧ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

canon compliant - wrio x f!reader

modern au - tea shop owner!wrio x detective!gn!reader

wanna bet? - wriothesley always wins his bets against you. for this round, the stakes are getting much higher. how long will it take for the captain of the gardes to admit their feelings to the duke? will this be the moment you’ll finally come out victorious, even though you have to pretend that your feelings toward him are in denial?

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀 ❞

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚

chopsticks - childe asks you a very important question during your first date.

dreadful deal - on that fateful night, you strayed away from your morals. you were offered a deal from the perpetrator, one of the children of the devil themselves. [entry to genshintoon.]

late night adventure - childe takes you to an adventure late at night, his favorite place.

now pose for your mugshot - so i never formally sent this, so you’re getting it now as a copy and paste. i just want a childe drabble with the line: ‘now pose for your mugshot’. [requested by @/sleepyyangyang.]

polaroid season - you finally find the right time to use your polaroid camera -- at the corn maze with your best friend.

requiescat in pace - the dead deserve their happy endings.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 ❞

✧ 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐟

requiescat in pace - the dead deserve their happy endings.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ❞

✧ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞

gotta catch ‘em all! - do you have what it takes to be a pokémon master? step right up; start your adventure to become the greatest pokémon master of all time!

happy birthday! - celebrate your very special day with your significant other!

persona au - persona user!genshin x persona user!gn!reader

within these castle walls - a royal soldier raised by mercenaries, you’re wary of the visitors entering the kingdom and your fellow staff despite knowing them for so long. who’s your ally, who’s your enemy, or who will be the one to capture your heart? [i] [ii] [iii]

✧ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

colour vision - in which twelve different stories represent both the highs and lows of relationships. inspired by the album colour vision by max. (celebration of 200 - 400 followers milestone.)

✧ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐬

genshintoon - what if some of your favorite characters are placed in the settings of some of your favorite webtoons? (celebration of 1.5k followers milestone.)

© verxsyon 2020 - 2023. all rights reserved.

Stargazing | Flayre Fluff

written by: dee

character(s): faelyn, blayre

canon/non-canon: canon to campaign

word count: 1K

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Faelyn couldn’t focus, she couldn’t meditate properly. There was too much on her mind with everything going on. Not only was her past being brought back to life, but there was a war going on and she was still grieving from the loss of her best friend. Everything was happening so fast, all at once. The party was on the road from Heaven’s Rest to go back to Vorion City. They were walking into a dangerous battle, and Faelyn wasn’t sure if she was ready.

Sure, she helped decide to fight in this, but that doesn’t mean she can’t have second guesses. Quietly, without waking anyone else in their bed rolls, she slipped out of their little camp and walked towards the nearby river. What she didn’t expect though was to see Blayre already out there, staring up into the stars as she sat on the ground.

“Can’t rest either?” She asked Blayre, making her jump.

“Fae! Where did you come from- Why are you up?” Blayre asked, startled.

“Ah well you see, I couldn’t relax, and I came from the camp. Walked here… You know how that works, right?” Fae joked, “May I sit with you?”

Blayre laughed a bit, “Yeah, of course.”

Fae sat down next to the fellow elf. The two of them looked at each other, but then right back up at the stars.

“I didn’t expect you and Crow to stay,” Fae spoke after a long silence. Blayre looked over at her in a bit of shock.

“Really?? What made you think that?” She questioned.

“Well… You only just met our little band of heroes, and we were diving headfirst into a bottomless pit of danger,” Fae looked right back at her, “I would’ve left.”

Blayre smiles a tiny bit, “Well maybe Crow and I wanted to join your little band of heroes. You’re some of the only people on our travels that actually wanted to befriend us. We appreciate that.”

“I see, well you two are some of the only people that stuck with us. We’ve had many come and go from our group. I suppose I’m used to people leaving,” Fae smiled back at Blayre, not realizing she was completely lost in her eyes, “Thank you.”

Blayre grinned before looking back up into the sky.

“You’re welcome.”

The rest of the night was little chats. Nothing major happened, they just looked up at the stars and talked.

“Do you know astrology?” Blayre asked.

“As in… the stars? I mean… They are stars,” Fae furrowed her eyebrows as she looked back over at Blayre.

“Yeah! But the stars make constellations, like Orion!” Blayre leaned over toward her friend and pointed up at the sky, tracing where Orion is and describing how it makes a man.

“Huh. I honestly had no idea the stars made shapes. When I was living alone, I would always go stargazing, but I never thought anything else of it. They were just- lights in the sky.” Fae responded, following Blayre’s finger as they both look up at the sky.

“Well, now you do.” Blayre returned and went on to point out more constellations in the sky. They chatted about the stars, discussed all the pictures that were being made out of them.

“I could draw these… Give me just a second!” Fae jumped up and quietly went back to camp for a second to grab her cookbook. She came back with the book in one hand, a quill with ink in the other, and a lantern attached to her belt.

“Your… Cookbook?” Blayre asked, a little confused.

“It’s not just a cookbook, it’s basically my whole life. There are different sections. The first part is recipes,” Fae explains as she flips through the pages, “Then this part is of my spells and studies. And this part is just the adventures I’ve had with everyone here. I suppose it’s like a diary.” Fae smiled as she got to an empty page, drawing the dots of the constellations and then connecting them as Blayre described it. Blayre was eager to help, pointing out details. While pointing, she accidentally smudged a line and got black ink all over her index finger.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Blayre apologized profusely, but Fae just shook her head.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay! I’ve done that many times.” Fae patted her shoulder.

“Right. Big book. I can imagine the mistakes you can make, with all of those filled pages.” Blayre responded, letting out a small chuckle as she wiped off the ink onto her pants. Not long after the little accident, the inking of Orion was complete. Fae held up the book right next to the stars as Blayre held up the lantern to see better.

“Perfect.” Fae grinned, admiring her work.

“Wow… Well hey! you see different constellations depending on the time of the year, so we can do this again and pick out different constellations next time! Fill a small section of your cookbook with constellations!” Blayre smiled, realizing how close she was to Faelyn. She scooted away a little bit to give her some space, blushing a tiny bit.

“I would love that,” Faelyn replied, “I like spending peaceful nights like this with company.”

But before they knew it, the sun was rising, and another day of traveling was soon to begin.

“The others should be waking soon… Damn. I quite enjoyed the quiet.” Fae joked again, unable to hold back her laughter at her own comment. Blayre laughed a bit as well.

“Yes well, it was only quiet over here anyways. Hades snores so badly… How does anyone sleep with that nearby?!” Blayre commented.

“I know right?! I must put kneaded wax in my ears some nights because it drives me crazy!” Fae exclaimed, continuing to laugh at her words. The two girls continued to laugh as they watched the sunrise, and before they knew it, there was a commotion behind them coming from the camp. Everyone was waking up and getting ready for the road.

“Better go back and help pack the cart.” Blayre stood up, reaching out to help Fae up, “You coming?”

Fae nodded, getting up with Blayre’s helping hand. Fae noticed a warmth on her cheeks as they walked back to everyone, but she couldn’t make out why. The sun, she thought, it’s getting warmer out.

The morning came along slowly, and by noon the party was on the road again, not far from their destination at all.