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moonlit-midnight · 3 months

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Hearts held with gentle love

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Genre: Romantic Fluff.

Summary: In which your lover expresses his gratitude for you in a heartwarming letter.

Warnings:

GN!Reader, is a third year. Very self indulgent.

Inspired by a letter that I once received.

Happy birthday to one of my favorite fictional princes!💚

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To my beloved, and absolute dearest friend in the universe.

Can you believe that three years had gone by since we met?

It’s been wonderful to know you. All the times we spent together whether they were big or little moments were the happiest moments in my life, so I’m writing you this letter to convey my gratitude for having someone like you by my side.

My treasure, thank you for making me feel welcomed, and understood in your company when I felt alone and out of place.

Thank you for listening and smiling heartily at my stories when nobody else did, and for keeping me laughing amidst broken days.

Thank you for being a home for my abandoned thoughts, and for showing me that there’s always room for love for everyone.

Thank you for holding me in your heartfelt embraces when things were difficult, and for willingly choosing to be with me through everything.

Thank you for your genuine friendship made of devotion, trust, support and a steadfast love that I can swear on.

Thank you for making my world a more beautiful place, and for shining a light upon all the rooms in my heart.

— Yours faithfully, Malleus Draconia

“You really have a way with your words. Whether they are happy words, sad or emotional, I love them all.” your eyes glistened with tears once you were done reading his letter.

Setting it aside, you smiled fondly at Malleus, and his eyes shone at the sight of it.

There was something about that smile of yours that always gave him joy, and made him feel gloriously alive each time he saw it.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He beamed, a smile as gentle as the summer sunrise, lighting up his whole face.

“Thank you, Malleus.” you leaned on his sturdy shoulder, and wrapped an arm around him.

You felt so real and warm against him. He thought his heart would burst under the weight of your kind touch and unwavering affection.

“What for?” Malleus hummed, holding you closer.

“For being my devoted friend and lover.” you exclaimed in a sincere tone. “Every time I see you, I smile more and laugh more, and I feel free than the past years combined. So thank you for being by my side.”

Under the brilliant blue skies, painted with golden sunshine, you and Malleus lay on your backs on a field of verdant grass, watching the clouds roll by.

Without taking off his bright green eyes from the peaceful scenery above, Malleus took your right hand, placing an endearing kiss atop it.

“It’s been my honor, my dear.”

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bones4thecats · 4 months

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RoR/SnV ~ Nickname Headcanons (PT.1)

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Hades, Apollo, Adamas, & Hermes Name: Nickname Headcanons (PT.1) Other Parts: (NONE YET)

A/N: This was a ton of fun to write, since I got to pick the characters and got to use the nicknames I can see them having their S/O get called by. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this continuity of pieces.

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💀 On god he loves giving you nicknames

💀 He uses the honoraries based on your occupation to what you like doing in your free time

💀 Hades also likes to use his nicknames when teasing you, rarely does he ever end up using your name unless he gets serious about stuff

💀 The main nicknames he uses for you are; My Dear, Darling, Love, My Queen/King, Sweet-Skull, and rarely does he use Sunshine

💀 He’ll only call you that when he’s either tired or sees you need a confidence booster

💀 But, when Hades gets serious, like when you're doubting yourself or you guys are attending a meeting, he calls you stuff like; Y/N, My Spouse, Queen Y/N, and like I said earlier, Sunshine (because your the light in the darkness that was his life)

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☀️ Apollo adores giving everyone he likes/knows nicknames

☀️ You are one of his favorite people in the whole world, of course he’s gonna give you a ton of nicknames

☀️ He loves nicknames that center around what you do, so like if you did art, he’d call you his little artist or something like that

☀️ Because he likes making songs for you, he calls you his Muse as you are his inspiration for every slow and romantic song he makes

☀️ Apollo also loves calling you things like; My Sunrise/Sunset, My Light, Light of my Life, Moon to my Sun, Sweetheart, Darling, and Beloved

☀️ When he gets serious, he calls you stuff like; Darling and Dear Y/N

☀️ He always makes sure the nicknames he uses are ones that your okay with, and because he gives you them, he wants you to call him some as well

☀️ Apollo doesn’t care about what nickname, but he prefers; My Sun God, Sun to my Moon, Love, and My Songbird

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🥀 Adamas isn’t one for nicknames, but hearing you call him things like; My King or Handsome, well, it makes him want to call you things back

🥀 He loves you, and he wants you to feel just as loved as you make him feel

🥀 So, while it took a while, Adamas eventually started calling you things like; My Dear, Love, Hot Stuff, Beautiful/Handsome #2, and Precious

🥀 Adamas also loves calling you anything related to how badass you are, or how you can stand his youngest brother, Zeus

🥀 So ‘My Composure’ is a common one

🥀 After he ‘died’ and eventually ‘came back to life’, he gained a new nickname from you, it being; My Cy-God, since he was part cyborg and part God still

🥀 Adamas, now Adamantine, likes calling you; My One and Only, Forever Lover, and Beauty to my Beast

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📨 Does this guy love nicknames? Is that even a question? Of course he does!

📨 Kinda like Apollo and Hades mixed, Hermes loves to give you nicknames and have nicknames given back to him, it lets him know you do love him back and it’s not just one-sided

📨 He adores calling you stuff like; Babe, Angel, Dearie, My Life, My One and Only, My Spouse, and Dove

📨 The three that he uses the most are; My Inspiration, My Ballad, and My Dearest Y/N

📨 Hermes likes it when you call him names like; My Messenger, Dear, Handsome, Lover, and Mister Adonis

📨 But, when he feels goofy, he calls you things like; Monkey and My Moonlight

📨 He also enjoys it when you tease him with the nicknames; My Heart, Good-Looking, and Chuckles

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neverchecking · 10 months

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Oh the requests are open again? .3. Mmm… how about cuddle time with Wars? I got his stupid face in my head now… Anyways nothing to big, just two beings enjoying each other’s company. Those if you would like to go NSFW then by all means, feel free. Use any kinks you want… I’m still bad a kinks… well actually… I do have a slight spanking kink… just a small one… it just happened to me one day, don’t even know how it happened… Apple time! 🍏

I do appreciate my apples.

So i didn't go straight NSFW bc im in a very fluffy mood rn so... Get some fluff!

And I know yall have been missing Sage. So I'm here to amend that...with wars bc absence makes the heart grow fonder or something-

Throwing you an orange this time!🍊🍊

Just a heads up BTW! I may not be very active today as I'm on that break I mentioned. I'm vacationing with the family all day today, but I'll still check in every now and again!

This day couldn't have gotten any better in his eyes.

It really couldn't have.

He had woken up, with you in his arms, his beloved Goddess divine, still breathing evenly and looking so at ease. Your facial features were lax and glowing in the limited light in the room, sunrise barely kissing your features and it truly made you look effervescent. Your lips even had a soft upturn to them, as if just his mere presence with yours was enough to keep your subconscious buzzing happily.

Exactly the way he wanted it.

When you had awoken, gently blinking your eyes open you had greeted him with what was certainly a cavity inducing smile. In your hazy daze of consciousness you had bestowed upon him kiss after kiss, lacing his jaw in your badges of love. Fingers lazy and heavy ran through his hair, messing it in all sort of ways before combing it back. And when you let out the symphony of sleepy giggles when he returned the affections? He swore he could've died then and there and it would not have been in vein.

While he had eventually been forced to pull away, those sweet moments kept him sane for the day. It was lackluster without you, dull, but the knowledge that he'd see you later had him gritting his teeth and baring it.

Just simply the thought of you had him melting just a bit.

From your soft skin to the way your body curves, and your serene smile that just lit up your face whenever you saw. You delicate traces along his skin as you laughed, clinging onto him and trusting him enough to catch your weight as you fell back. Just the sound of your voice as you told him about you day, going on about So-and-so or complaining about what whats-his-face did. He would listen like the devoted follower he was, clinging to your every word. Anything you would bestow upon him, be it word, touch or just simply your presence, he would hold it close and cherish it. Commit it to memory.

Anything to preserve his loyalty to you. Undying and unyielding.

And now he would get to see his beloved dearest.

Opening the door to your shared room, he poked his head in, scanning the room before his eyes landed on you. You were sitting at your vanity, brushing your hair and undressing your self from the day's filth. You looked so at ease there, humming lowly before shaking your hair out and turning to look at him.

"So, gonna give me my welcome home kiss or are you just gonna stand there all night?"

He was taken aback for a second before shaking his own head with a low chuckle, slipping into the room before shutting the door behind him. It clicked lowly, the lock falling into place, as he stepped forward, gently cupping your cheek with one hand before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed happily, smiling against his own lips as you stood, making him straighten with you. One of his hands eventually landed on your hips while your own wrapped around his neck. Every part of this felt so right. Righteous in a sense. Like this was a religious experience. You fit perfectly against him.

He knew you were his. Sculpted by the Golden Three for him and him alone.

And oh, how he treasured you.

When you pulled away, chin laying on his collarbone, he swore he could see the stars in your eyes. Constellations that wrote your story, laid it out for him in a collection of shapes and colors. He loved your eyes.

He loved you.

"I've missed you, princess." He hummed, gently swaying side to side for a second as he moved his hands to wrap around your waist. They squeezed you closer to him as he leaned down, following you when your arched backwards just a bit, so he could rub his nose against yours. You laughed, cradling his jaw. "I missed you too, pretty boy. How was work?"

Who cared about work when he had you in his arms? He'd entertain you, of course, but truly, you shouldn't worry yourself with the pathetic little pests under his command.

"You know how the knights are," He hummed noncommittally, pressing a flurry of kisses to your cheeks, temples, nose, anywhere he deemed acceptable (everywhere with that logic).

"Link!" You squealed, trying to pull away from him as he gently directed you towards the bed. One of his hands slipped further down your waist before grabbing a hand full of your ass and giving it a squeeze. You shout turned from glee to scandalized, making him grin further as he gently nipped the apple of your cheek.

With a small sweep of his foot, he took your own feet out from under you falling with you onto the bed. One of his hands come out to catch his weight as he stared down at you. Gloriously gorgeous you.

Goddes, he loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you.

You were never leaving him. Never. He wouldn't let that happen. He'd burn the very kingdom he had sworn to protect to the ground if you so wished.

Anything to keep you, laughing and smiling you, right here with him.

He pressed another kiss to your smiling lips.

He loves you so much.

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #linked universe #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #yandere lu warriors #lu warriors #yandere lu warriors x reader #lu warriors x reader #cinder fluffs #believe it or not #i know im shocked too

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kapapi-o · 11 months

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Smitten ([Fu Xuan x FemReader] arranged marriage)

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Des: NO, ACTUALLY SHUT UP BECAUSE AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH FU XUAN. HER BEING ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN WITH HER WIFE GRR BARK BARK

Warnings: none, just poignant sapphic vibes.

Who would have thought that the Master diviner would accept an arranged marriage. For someone to stand beside her, they surely had to be someone of equal status and a strong quality of character. So of course she landed with the most eligible bachelorette. A daughter from a family of great standing and influence in the Xianzhou Luofu.

She could foresee how her future wife would be--but such predictions faltered in comparison to how she actually looked like in person,

As if the aeon of beauty itself materialized before her...

Eyes that glimmered with all the stars of the night sky, giving any onlooker the same star struck feeling upon sight of them. Her hair must've been made from moondust with how it shimmered under their wedding's venue light, just effortlessly gorgeus locks that fell on her shoulders.

And when she spoke, oh god...her voice sounds as crisp, clear, and soothing as water dripping onto stone, and it felt like a gentle chaste kiss to the ears.

Fu Xuan felt herself freeze up at the sight of her bride--whom had a charming flush of red gently sprinkled on her soft complexion, and a soft smile curved on her pretty lips. The poor master felt her heart nearly stop when their eyes met,

"Will you, Fu Xuan, take her as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Y-yes-I do!" She croaked, rather unbecomingly. Her ears turning an embarrassing red as she notes her blushing bride stiffle a giggle.

"I now annoint you a couple, you may kiss the bride."

Fu Xuan panicked as all rational sense shuts down. It was up to her newly beloved to lean in and seal the deal. With a grin, her wife cups Fu Xuan's face, their lips finally come together and the diviner swears she felt the equivalent of watching the sunrise for the first time. She was stiff at first, not that her wife really minded, she was more so amused, actually.

Eventually, she melts at her touch but then she's being pulled away suddenly. Had she forgetten to breathe? Oh, how she hated her pitiful being for needing air to part from those lips...

Her eyes open and she sees that dreamy sight of her again...the world slowly coming back to her as the sounds of people cheering returns. She couldn't help herself and unconsciously pouts at the separation. Never mind the crowd of people clapping for them, she wants her wife to hold her captive again.

Honestly, between you and her, she couldn't tell who really benefitted the most from this arranged marriage. If she had to choose, it would definitely be this very fortunate Master diviner.

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Headcanons cause i need to get this out of my brain before mass:

• Cannot say no to her lover, her darling, her doting wife

• She'll never admit how much power such a woman holds on her, not that's it needed since it's painfully clear when all her attention and word is dedicated to her wife at the slightest mention.

• Will utter, "oh, my dearest likes that" or "that's my love's favorite..." cause there's a part of her brain reserved just for her.

• Her marriage can best be put as a healthy obsession. No one knows how it works, we all accept that it does and that's that <3

• Wonders everyday who she has to thank for her beloved to be in her life. Should she start praising aeons, fate, or her parents? Where to start...

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Not me posting this from my church's bathroom before going to mass, ahAha.

#fu xuan x reader #fu xuan x femreader #fu xuan is a sapphic lol #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fluff #fu xuan #fluff #romantic #arranged marriage #sapphic hours #sapphic #sapphicism #lesbian #xianzhou luofu #absolutely smitten

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indulgentandidiotic · 1 year

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This Must Be A Dream

Warnings: light angst in some sections, "x Amori" is featured in the last two bc I wrote those sections with my dear friend in mind. I do not wish to change the headers of those sections.

GN! Reader

Synopsis: When you wake up before your lover

MULTIFANDOM

Riddle Rosehearts:

Pretty eyes open onto a dreamlike scene. The plush pillows supporting your head make you feel like you’re lying on clouds. The warmth of the sun rays dancing across the bedsheets warm your face, and the comforter covering your body shelters you from the cold of the AC. Beside you is Riddle. Your love, your one and only. Arms around your waist, he’s nestled into the crook of your arm and against your chest. He’s a lovely sight. Strands of hair fell across his angelic face, brows relaxed, and lips in the shape of the most contented smile. Not a trace of worry or stress in sight. You can’t help but smile as well. How could you not? With the sun making the room shine in golds and yellows, and the warmth and safety of the bed lulling you to sleep once more, you can’t help your soul swelling with the most indescribable content. In this moment of morning when the birds are singing- and your beloved is at your side- and time seems to both stretch on and stop short- you yearn to preserve this happiness forever.

Venti:

You don’t remember how or when, but it seems you’ve awoken unto a fairytale. Clouds hover on each side, looking as fluffy as cotton candy. Drenched in shades of gold, purples, pinks, and blues, you even feel like taking a bite. And before you resolve to wake yourself from this gorgeous expanse of white and sun and cool breeze, you hear a twinkling voice behind you.

~~ “You seem in awe of the sunrise, my dove. But even with the sky at my mercy and the freedom to dance on clouds, you’re the only one who renders me speechless.” ~~

With that one line, you feel your heart flutter and a cheesy grin appears on your face. Laying back down on what you had–in your sleepy state–mistaken for a cloud, now realizing it was Dvalin, you look at Venti upside-down. He’s softly strumming his lyre, though most of the sound gets lost in the wind. And on his face is the prettiest sun ray of a smile you’ve ever seen. Pretty enough to rival the sunrise itself.

Gazing at you for one last second, Venti focuses on his lyre again. This time, you can hear a faint rhythm that you recognize as an old love song he sang to you long ago. You can’t remember the exact words, but you do remember how it made you feel–as if you were walking on sunshine. As if the stars decided to sing you praise. As if the one you love just promised to be yours forever. Turning your attention to the bluest of skies, you decide that if this was a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up.

Xiao:

“Yakshas don’t sleep,” you’ve heard your beloved say many a time. And many a time, you find yourself chuckling at that memory as Xiao slumbers in your arms. He’s so beautiful, so perfect in every single way…. You almost cry thinking about how much he must trust you. And when he sleeps, you see the lines of worry and pain ease, and his face relaxes into an expression one might even call contentment. Now, as the sun is slowly waking up from its bed beyond the mountains, you wonder if Xiao is dreaming. You hope he is. You hope he’s dreaming of clear skies, a cool breeze, a field of flowers, and the song of a flute. As the sun rises and casts its magic rays of light onto the fields and rivers and seas below and makes them glimmer, you pray to Celestia that Xiao sleeps for a while longer. Anything to keep the agony that lies in wait for him at bay. Anything to delay his fight against demons for a minute longer. In these quiet moments when Wangshu Inn, along with the whole rest of Liyue, is sleeping, you find yourself willing to forfeit even these peaceful mornings if only to see your dearest Xiao smile.

Nazuna Nito:

Though you slept a full four hours this night, you still wake up with sleep in your eyes and a blinding headache. Before you can move to get up and make yourself a cup of blazing hot coffee with way too much cream in it, you realize you’re trapped within an embrace. Your darling Nazuna’s embrace, specifically. With your head squished against his chest and his arms around your upper back and cradling your head, you almost find yourself blushing if not for the fact that you’re so desperate for comfort that you don’t even care anymore.

And with this realization of your situation, you’re hit with a dose of clarity. The sun is fully shining through the windows, hurting your eyes. And the AC has just turned on, making you shiver with only the thin blanket covering you. But despite this, you find yourself actually liking this morning. Yes, you’re probably very late to work, you have a headache, and four of your papers are overdue + a presentation you need to set up and finish before you arrive at ES, but something is going right this morning. Maybe it’s the way Nazuna is hugging you to his chest as if protecting you from the dangers and heartache of the world… Maybe it’s the way he looks ethereal laying in the sunrise–blonde hair shimmering and expression warm… Or maybe it’s the way you’re both still in bed at the same time. No one has left before the other. It’s just you two, basking in each other’s presence. But no matter the details, you just can’t shake the feeling that maybe today is going to be a good day.

Rook Hunt x Amori:

You wake unto an unusual scene. Some of the decor pillows lay at the side of the bed, where you left them the night prior. The thin, white blanket lay tangled around your and your lover’s legs. -Ah, now you know what was so unusual. Rook was still beside you, sleeping peacefully. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, head against your chest. Usually, Rook would have been awake before you, having left the house at dawn to hunt or assist Vil in his duties. It was… a pleasant surprise to see him still and quiet beside you. Warm rays of light shone through the pastel-ish chiffon curtains, making your sheets glitter with light pinks and become a stage for the gold light dancing across it. The doves that frequented the trees beside your manor were chittering, and behind the sounds of the breeze and your love’s steady breathing, you could even hear the faintest bubble of water from the brook in the gardens outside. It was a silent morning, quieter than you had ever heard before.

‘Perhaps,’ you thought, ‘Rook would be stalking the woods for sleepy-sounding prey right about now.’ Perhaps right now you’d be getting up from a cold and lonely bed, getting ready for a day that would keep you away from your dear Rook until evening. Perhaps right now you’d be opening up your window to a world of sound. Of animal cries and fawns, and the rustle of tree branches, and the babble of the brook, and the wind whispering in your ear.

But right now–at this moment–you were in bed, beloved by your side. Rook was quiet for once, for a reason other than being the epitome of stealth. He was not spouting praise of your divine figure or creating poems glorifying the world’s wonders. He was not restless and in flight, nay! Lying on your chest, hair a mess, cheeks colored in a slight rosy hue, and ear pressed against your heartbeat, he was. And all around you two was silence. The beautiful kind. The one that makes you stay still for a while longer to relish in the bliss of that moment. The type that offers a reprieve from daily life. The type that fills you with a profound understanding of the present. The type of silence that makes you feel as if the world has stopped turning, taking a minute to catch its breath. And you hoped, that perhaps on another glorious morning just like this, you and Rook could wake up together to appreciate this special beauty before the world starts spinning once again.

Azul Ashengrotto x Amori:

The alarm rang, loud and harsh against the silence of the night. It was 3am, and Azul snapped out of his tired daze once again. He’d been working all throughout the day into the night, and despite your calls, he would not go to bed with you. Now, he regretted not going to bed when you beckoned. All week he’d been so busy that it became a luxury to spend time with you. And right when you’d so kindly offered to spend the night with him, he’d turned you down. Now, he had a terrible headache, was in the foulest of moods, and was ever-so sad about his foolishness.

Azul left his messy, paper-strewn desk and shuffled over to his room, where you lay in bed slumbering peacefully. He smiled softly, though that smile vanished when he flopped beside you and under the covers. He wished you were awake to give him a hug–he so desperately needed one–but he wouldn’t dare wake you. You had been drowning in work this week, too, and Azul didn’t want to disrupt your well-deserved rest. So, Azul decided to make due by shuffling closer to you until his shoulder brushed your back, and nuzzling farther into the multitude of fluffy pillows.

It was still early when you awoke. It was dead silent, and the clock showed 4:37 am. You had slept for four hours and thirty-seven minutes, longer than you had slept any night all week. While you were nowhere near refreshed, you had business to attend to. But as you reached to pull off the covers, you finally noticed. Azul was beside you. He was a mess, hair sticking out like a bird’s nest and drool leaking from the corner of his lips. Nevertheless, it was a nice sight to see. He had finally taken a break, the first one you’d seen him take in a while, and you were glad for him. He was always working, trying so hard to be the best at everything he did. He deserved this bit of respite.

You sat there on the bed for a while. Your brain was still a bit fuzzy, and melancholy thoughts had started to seep into your tired brain. Though it was only this week that had been so insanely busy, the time you and Azul would spend together had been dwindling for a long time preceding it. It wasn’t by any conscious decision of either of you, but your schedules would always conflict, and free time was hard to come by. These hours of the night were often the only times your schedules would collide, but sleeping in each other’s arms wasn’t enough. You longed for the day when you two would have a nice, long vacation. A day where you two could talk about anything, indulge in each other, and just relax. You just… really missed him, despite him being only a hair’s length away.

Unfortunately, these late hours would have to do. If only you could stay in bed a while longer. You hated to leave Azul to wake alone.

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charlieslowartsies · 1 year

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Just wanted to say I love your KG AU, especially your versions of Scraptrap and Springtrap! Are their any facts about them you haven't been able to get into the story that you'd be willing to share? I'd love to hear them! Thanx for the wonderful story, I'm always happy when I see an update!

Thank!!! I love the Bonnie model line (I just love bunnies IRL, so I'm always gunna gravitate toward buns.) Bonnie (and to an extent Spring and Scrap, are heavily based off my rabbit Hiccup that I owned during and after college. That little firecracker was one of my dearest friends, and it sort of helped the grieving process to immortalize his uppity personality in the Bonnies.)

I'll put some fun facts about the two Springbonnie models down below, mostly copy/pasted from notes. If anyone is worried about spoilers, I'll add a read more jic

Springtrap/Springbonnie:

-Springtrap loves instrumental music. He doesn't like songs with guitars because it reminds him too much of The Good Old Days.

-His favorite song to sing back during the Diner was Happy Days, which he sang with Fredbear.

-He used to love telling knock-knock jokes.

-Springtrap loves sunrises, but his favorite way to spend them was standing beside Fredbear in the diner, staring out the window watching the sky change colors.

-Springtrap enjoys reading, and isn't picky. He'll settle down with any book he can get his paws on. He's very fond of Jules Verne and Road Dahl.

-Springtrap inherited a lot of William Afton's sense of 'prim and proper-ness.' However, he isn't *as* much of a rule follower as Fredbear was and is. Springtrap can be the very definition of 'But first, they must catch you.' Especially when he's angered or protecting others he cares about. He did not survive for so long without learning the art of trickery.

-Spring refers to Mike as 'Operator.' This title was reserved for anyone who would have worn him during the open hours of the restaurants. Now, it's a title he only grants those he trusts.

-Even though Bonnie hates Springtrap, the feeling is not mutual. He cares very deeply for his younger bunny brother. Springtrap doesn't fight it though, feeling that whatever he's given as punishment will never be enough for not learning to go against the Purple Man. He lets Bonnie hate him, because he mostly agrees with him.

-Bonnie's beloved guitar is indeed Spring's repainted original one. Spring is okay with this--Bonnie is the only he does trust with it, frankly. If it ever was suggested to go to Blu (Toy Bonnie) Springy would have...Opinions.

-Springtrap has a lot of wear and tear from living with William's rotting corpse inside him. He has stiff facial features due to this--and actually, the best way to see if he's being haunted is to read his body language. William is more emotive and animated, and he uses Springtrap's eyelids and moves his creaky jaw and ears. Springtrap, when he's only himself and no one else, does not lift his eyelids past half mast. He makes very few expressions and speaks quiet and dully.

-Springtrap was designed because of Elise Afton, William's wife. She saw Fredbear on stage and insisted he 'needed a best friend, someone he could turn to and make laugh, perhaps a bunny!' And so Henry and William got to work on Springbonnie. He was even named after her favorite season. She died around the same time he was completed, but well before any haunting or anything.

-Spring's half missing ear does lessen his ability to hear, but not by a lot. It's still above average for a normal human, even if he knows he's missing something.

-Spring's powers mostly oppose Fredbear's. If Goldy is brawn, then Springtrap is brain. His penchant for illusions and making others see what they want is a powerful skill in his arsenal. Once he finds out what makes you happy, or even worse scared, you're his.

-Spring is fascinated by the sky, as well as having a love for botany.

-Spring's original voice when he was Springbonnie was chipper, bright and almost high pitched. It was also goofy and warm, and he would refer to kids as 'Lil boy!' or 'Lil girl.' He retained that to this day--if he calls someone either of those, it means he likes you very much and you remind him of when his life was much happier.

-Springtrap adores and misses Fredbear, who he refers to warmly as 'Goldie-bear.' The concept of Love, romantic or platonic were never really described to him outside the text book definitions, so he only knows how to describe the affection as he's figured it out for himself over the years. As far as he's concerned, he was made for Fredbear and only him, and no one can take that away from them. He knows Goldy feels the same, even after all they've been through, and no matter what side they had to be on.

Scraptrap:

-Scraptrap considers himself the same age as Max Afton, his Suit. Even though he's around Bonnie's age, he insists he's 18 and no one argues with him.

-Scrap has strong phantom memories of taste and smell, and is one of the only Animatronics to carry this ability for some reason. Some wonder if it's because Scrap's human was more...Alive than the others when they first met. No one really knows for sure.

-He has a bit of a crush on Chica, and also on Foxy.

-Before Scraptrap, Mike's common advice was "There's only one thing you can get two Bonnie models to agree on--that the third Bonnie model is wrong." But Scrap has flipped this on it's head. He's friendly and gets along with well other models in his category--even the bossy, obnoxious Blu!

-Although a lot of Scrap's likes/dislikes came from Max, he's not a carbon copy and that becomes apparent within minutes of meeting the two. Max is moody, sullen and mistrusting. Scrap tends to be more inquisitive, friendlier and outwardly affectionate.

-Scraptrap loves video games, especially spooky ones. Even just Max playing Skyrim on Mike's ps3 will have his attention glued to the screen with excitement. His favorite series is the Resident Evil games.

-Scraptrap is the definition of 'do no harm, take no shit.' He has almost killed before in fact. After all, several pounds of steel that can crush a human who will put Max above all else with 0 regard to the rules can get dangerous quickly. Scraptrap paid a lot of attention to those action movies when they snuck into theaters over the years, and he also tends to use Max's wrestling knowledge during fights as well. Thankfully, Max was able to steer him toward using knock out moves, not just straight up neck-snapping ones.

-Scraptrap always tries getting Max a birthday gift, even if they have no money between them. He also asserts his birthday is the day Max was stuffed in him, which Max just kinda goes with--it's cute, in a surreal, horror movie way.

-Scraptrap loves Halloween, because as Max puts it, 'it's the one night of the year we can walk around in public and get free food...and no one screams.' (Max can't and shouldn't eat...but he DOES give in and eat candy from time to time.)

-All of Max's injuries will reflect onto Scraptrap's body within seconds of it happening, and vice versa.

-Scrap sometimes affectionately signs 'Marty' or 'McFly' at Max, after the character from one of their favorite movies. It's also a reference to the fact Max is a kid trapped in time. Max replies with 'Doc' just to see Scrap grin.

-Scrap does not like places that are 'too quiet.' They make him nervous and jumpy. He's one of the only Bonnie models that enjoy tons of sounds and noises. This can sometimes get at odds with Max's need for silence when he gets overwhelmed, so they usually compromise with music.

-Scraptrap is essentially a spare Springbonnie costume. He does have a sound system/speakers in him, but is a selective mute due to past events that scared him into keeping quiet. Afton would threaten to 'take back' Michael/Max when Max would argue with him. Scrap would make them both calm up, fearing he would lose himself if he lost his Suit. The desire to speak never really returned...and, as Scrap sees it, Max can understand him fine. What more does he need?

#kga #knight guard au #lots of words lol #some are stuff i added now #most are notes from my lists for their personalities and quirks #enjoy!

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kellystar321 · 1 year

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9,19, 21, 24,46 <33

hekjhdkjh hello my beloved darling, this was asked a while ago hejkdh <333

9) Which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

i dont really like coffee, but i like both hot and cold tea! cold boba tea is my favorite <3

19) imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

HDJKFH YES DARLING ABSOLUTELY!!! WHAT COLOR DO YOU WANT <3 im not very good at painting nails but if you want me to i will <33

21) something you’ve kept since childhood?

ooh tough one! theres a lot of things i wish i still had but dont anymore </3 probably my blanket, it's thick and soft and brown with a floral design and it's kept me warm since i was tiny <3

24) if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

we would be chilling together, sitting in a blanket watching the sunrise <3 i would hug you <33

46) favorite holiday film?

hm! maybe klaus! i dont have many holiday films that i've watched (or remember??) but i think klaus had excellent animation <3

thank you my dearest i love you SO MUCH!!! /p <33

#starlight originals #darling #my belovedddd~!!! i adore you!!! /p <33 #hedjkh i started this drawing a while ago and i just finished it today <3 you deserve so much joy my sunshine <33 #interstelore

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dawnslight-aegis · 10 months

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intro/about post...thing

I keep meaning to make one of these so

welcome to @dawnslight-aegis, my ffxiv blog that is mostly dedicated to my dearest and most beloved lizard WoL, Kaede

here is a picture of her, please imagine me pulling it out of my wallet like a proud parent

anyway

I have a page for my most used tags here, Kaede's co-WoL and partner in crime can be found at @foamofthe-sea, and my fanfiction about both of them and also a couple of elf boys is primarily on AO3.

Kaede biography type things under the cut!

Name: Kaede Kazarishi (Kaede: summer maple, Kazarishi: jeweler)

Epithet: the True

Titles: Flame Captain, Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, Savior of Ishgard, Traveler, and most recently, Viscountess of House Borel

Age: 25 at ARR start, 29 at EW end

Heritage/Affliation: Hannish on her father's side, Doman on her mother's. Born in the Mor Dhonan wilds, raised in New Sharlayan (birth-10) and La Noscea (11-21). Captain in the Immortal Flames, part-time resident of Ishgard.

Combat specializations: Holy Knight (PLD variant), Dark Knight, Red Mage, Light Mage (WHM variant)

Non-combat specializations: Master Goldsmith, Journeywoman Blacksmith/Armorer/Miner

Patron Deity: Halone (and Hydaelyn)

Elemental affinity: Ice/Light (primary), Fire (secondary), Wind (tertiary)

Ancient: Eos Erigeneia, she who held the seat of Azem

Soul color: Blue/pink/gold (sunrise/dawn)

Notable relationships: Marzanna Kimbatuul (best friend and fellow Warrior of Light), Aymeric de Borel (husband), Estinien Varlineau (close ally/mildly toxic bestie), Alphinaud and Alisaie Leveilleur (all-but-officially adopted siblings), Yuriko Kazarishi (mother), Roric Blackthorne (stepfather), Edmont de Fortemps (adopted father), Haurchefant Greystone (ally and former lover, deceased), Emet-Selch (complicated).

Assorted Symbolism because I think about this stuff too much

Zodiac: Libra Sun, Leo Moon, Aquarius Rising

Meyers-Briggs: INTJ (introverted/intuitive/thinking/judging)

Tree: Maple (strength, endurance, protection -- also it's in her name)

Gemstone: Labradorite (protection, strength, courage -- also it's blue)

Flower: White Daffodil (renewal, rebirth, chivalry)

Tarot: Judgement (absolution, rebirth, motivation)

have a couple of inspo memes too while I'm at it

#this is all over the place but #oh well lmao #lore #intro #made myself mythical tried to be real

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coffeeandjoon · 10 months

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Let The Gods Bleed – A Mito Tale | DPR Ian/Mito fanfic 🌓

Summary:

In a world where angels and gods collide, Mito, a fallen angel, is adrift in the human realm, haunted by a forgotten past and plagued by depression.

Struggling to piece together his shattered identity, he stumbles upon love in the form of Mrs. Insanity, a woman scarred by loving the enigmatic Mr. Insanity. As Mito, now known as Ian, finds solace and happiness in their connection, he unknowingly becomes a threat to Mr. Insanity, a vengeful Greek god.

Driven by manic rage and a deep-seated hatred, Mr. Insanity descends upon Earth to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his. In a battle that tests the limits of their strength and love, Ian must confront his own demons and protect the woman who has shown him a path to redemption.

This story is a tale of love, turmoil, and the struggle for identity in a world where gods bleed and angels yearn for salvation.

Warnings:

violence, mention of blood & death, injustice

1 – The Skies Begin to Bleach Red

POV: Mito

Crimson red. The heavenly realm, otherwise so perfect and peaceful, was bathed in the color of blood. Humans called it a spectacular sunrise, if only they knew that this was the beginning of the downfall of the gods.

I could still feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins. I had to do something.

I had tried to warn them. To point out to them the devious schemes of Ares, but what is the word of an angel against that of the god of war?

How could I have been so naive as to believe that they would listen to me. And above all, that they would believe me. And yet here I was, still trying.

The celestial realm quivered with tension as I, my wings ablaze with righteous fury, confronted the assembly of the divine. With eyes blazing like fiery stars, I stood before the gods, my voice ringing with conviction as I sought to expose the true nature of Ares.

They tried to dismiss my claims as the ramblings of a misguided angel, blinded by their unwavering trust in Ares’ façade of charisma. How could they be so blind? We were in the midst of a bloodbath, Artemis and Hephaestus had both fallen at the hands of Ares, and yet they looked at me with disbelief. Who else would have the power to kill a god if not another god?

"I implore you, Zeus," my voice thundered through the hallowed halls now turned red, "to heed my words and see the darkness that lurks within Ares. His deceit knows no bounds, his actions causing chaos and pain."

Zeus, the mighty ruler of the gods, regarded me with a mix of skepticism and disappointment. "Mito, your words carry a weight of accusation, but where is your proof? We cannot condemn a fellow god based on mere claims."

“Where’s my proof? Look at your feet, Zeus! That! This is my proof! He––"

"How can you be so sure that Ares killed them? These are serious accusations," Poseidon now interfered.

Anger boiled deep inside me. My wings trembled with frustration, but I stood tall, my resolve unyielding. "I have witnessed his malicious deeds firsthand. He revels in chaos, sowing discord and pain among mortals and divine alike. He is a danger to us all!"

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, raised an eyebrow. "Mito, you are a respected angel, but this is going too far! One more word and––"

Ares had a smug grin on his face as he took the floor. "My dearest, dearest gods. It relieves me greatly to hear you all defending my name and finding the true murderer of our beloved Artemis and Hephaestus." He nodded his thanks to all the gods before turning back to me and pointing his finger accusingly. "But you, Mito. You're pushing it too far. I know you've always had a hard time with me but accusing me of murder is an act that shall not go unpunished."

Loud murmurs rippled through the ranks of the gods but were drowned out by Ares' slow steps across the blood-soaked marble floor.

He circled me, eyeing me from top to bottom and glaring at me wickedly. "Look at you." He tugged at my once white feathers, now soaked with blood, and I pulled my wing away from his clutches. "Your wings are soaked with the lifeblood of my brothers and sisters." Another tug on the other wing, another dangerous glint in his dark eyes. "Why would an angel in the halls of Olympus be the first to be here after the massacre, unless he himself did the deed?"

"You know exactly why I was here first!", I shouted back, but my voice drowned under the loud commotion between the gods.

"Because you killed them," Ares mused in a melodic voice, glaring challengingly at me. He wouldn't get away with that. Not after what he had done before.

I ignored his provocations and turned back to Zeus.

"Zeus, you know as well as I and any other god that angels cannot kill gods. Please, listen to me," I pleaded.

At that moment, however, Ares fished something out of the pool of blood beneath my wings that shouldn't even exist. The God Slayer. A dagger that empowered any owner to kill any god.

I struggled with my words, nervously glancing back and forth between the dagger and the gods, but the look in their eyes told me everything. Their verdict had already been made.

"Zeus, I––"

"Your words mean nothing, Mito. You've been trying to badmouth Ares for centuries, but trying to pin your committed murder of MY children on him is going too far." He sighed before pronouncing my sentence and I knew I was going to die, "Cut off his wings."

I felt sick. This was not supposed to happen. I had done no wrong! "Zeus, please, let reason prevail, I did not do anything!" I screamed, but my words fell on deaf ears.

Two seraphim grabbed me by the arms and held me tight, I looked at them in panic and pleading, but they ignored me.

Suddenly I felt the hot breath of Ares direct on my right ear as he leaned in to me and whispered, "Have fun in Tartarus, Little Mito." Then I felt the cold steel cut through my wings and the world went black.

#dpr ian #dprian fic #dpr ian fanfic #christian yu fic #mito #mr insanity #DPR

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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bagginshield for the word play?? i love you!! ❤❤❤💕💕💕❤

Dearest Mr Sandwich, you fiend hahaha

Here goes...642 words of Bagginshield from me...@lordoftherazzles, my friend, my hero...I hope you'll accept this as a nod to your supreme talent!

Words: 642

Characters: Thorin x Bilbo

Warnings: slightly suggestive...a little bit very suggestive but not explicitly sexual...

Button nose twitching in annoyance and challenge at the same time, Bilbo glared at Thorin across the solid wooden table of the meeting room.

Thranduil was lecturing them – his tone unbearably patronizing as if millennia of day-drinking somehow had turned him into an expert on every possible subject – in his self-absorbed manner, apparently not even noticing that nobody was really listening to him.

The discreet rise of Thorin’s eyebrows, coupled with the slow, melting smirk spreading over his face like a sunrise bathing the landscape in its pink halo, made Bilbo’s pulse pick up its pace.

To calm himself – and maybe to pay Thorin back in kind – Bilbo picked up one of the soft, juicy blueberry cakes Bombur had prepared for this occasion and bit into it deliberately; the sugary juice filled his mouth and he made sure to let Thorin see the fluttering of his lids over eyes darkened with sensual pleasure as he swallowed in slow-motion.

The effect was not lost on the king who stared at the eating hobbit as if he had just stripped naked and started dancing on the table; he knew only too well how refined Bilbo’s palate and how dexterous his tongue were.

That soft, rosy mouth shifted into a satisfied, sated smile that made Thorin squirm in his chair for he remembered seeing the same exact self-forgotten expression of bliss in much different circumstances.

The droning voice of the Elven king fell away into a vague hum as Bilbo’s eyes zeroed in on the radiant blue of his beloved’s eyes as they sparkled with mischievous invitation now that could – evidently – also have been understood as a blatant mockery of his own reprimanding gaze.

With a smile as sharp as Orcrist’s blade, Thorin flexed his hand on the polished wood before dragging this middle finger slowly across a deep grove – either a natural occurrence or a scar left by a particularly vicious council meeting – while holding the hobbit’s eyes captive by their sheer intensity.

The flames of dark desire and deep love burning in that lingering look drove heat into Bilbo’s cheeks and he lifted his own hands to his face in an effort to dissimulate his sudden discomfiture as much as possible from the ever-watchful eyes of the diplomatic delegation of Mirkwood.

Still, Thorin kept moving those thick, blunt fingers purposefully over the ridges and imperfections of the table as if caressing a lover and Bilbo could almost feel those gentle, teasing touches ghost across his own skin – sensitive and raw under silk and velvet – and so he had to bite down on a soft moan, filled with longing and want.

At this point, Thranduil’s eyes – nearly colourless and very unamused – snapped back to him in undeniable expectation; unfortunately, due to Thorin’s shocking lack of regal composure and political professionalism, poor Bilbo had not caught a single word of their guest’s longwinded speech.

With a tiny shrug, he nodded his head while shaking it indecisively side to side, hence effectively agreeing and disagreeing simultaneously.

Praying for patience, for mercy, for Thorin – divested of his heavy robes until he wore nothing else than that infuriating grin – Bilbo looked to the high, vaulted ceiling of the meeting chamber in exasperation.

The gong some blessed dwarf rang – announcing a short recess – made him all but shoot out of his chair, rounding the table with quick, confident strides and pulling Thorin along with him into a side-chamber adjoining the main meeting space.

Before the king could speak a single word – either of biting humour or annoyed complaint about Thranduil’s fondness for his own voice – his consort’s mouth had stemmed the tide of useless blabber by plugging their source with a forceful kiss.

There had been too many words on this day as it was, and Bilbo couldn’t bear to hear any more than he was forced to endure.

So here goes another scene with no dialogue...Jeeez, I suck at this :(

I tried...but...well...not sure how well that went!

Lots of love from me <3

#fotfics #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #thilbo #request #IDNMT tries to oblige #Always up for a challenge #thank you for indulging me #lots of love

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moonlit-midnight · 8 months

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Coming Home to the Warmest Embrace

Characters: Jade Leech.

Genre: Romantic fluff, Mild angst (?)

Summary: In which your world felt strange when your beloved boyfriend went missing for a few days. Or in which being held in his arms is like coming home to the warmest embrace.

Warnings: GN!Reader. I got carried away with this fic, so kindly excuse the dramatic writing.

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You thought the skies had tumbled down, and the world had fallen apart.

Then you realized that you were just missing Jade, your darling partner and dearest best friend.

You missed him like the evergreen trees miss their leaves in the cold winter.

You missed him like the ocean waves miss running back to the shoreline.

You missed him like the sky misses the shine of the golden sun when the day fades to black.

You weren’t a clingy person. So to witness yourself yearning for your lover’s presence and missing him to this extent blew your mind.

Well, you couldn’t blame yourself when Jade had been missing for the past four days.

You searched for him in every sunrise, in every nook and cranny of NRC, in your usual hangout places, but he was nowhere to be found.

You didn’t have any shared classes with him, and much to your chagrin, not even Azul and Floyd had a clue about his whereabouts.

Was it even possible for someone to disappear without anyone getting a slight glimpse of them?

★ —

As you ran through the vast hallway of the school, you felt your lungs burning and your legs weakening, but you kept going like the wind despite the exhaustion gnawing at you.

It was the only way to clear your mind since the person who always put you at ease wasn’t here with you.

While running aimlessly, you almost tripped and fell face down when a pair of strong hands which belonged to no other than your boyfriend caught you in time.

Jade dropped on his knees on the hard ground, breaking your fall. He bundled you in his arms, and gently cradled your slightly trembling body against his chest.

“J-jade?” you gasped. Your expression was a mixture of shock and relief. “Where on earth have you been?”

“Did you miss me so much? It’s just been four days since I was gone.” A teasing smile graced his face as he leaned in to give you a quick, sweet kiss.

“I missed you. You know that my heart is less lonely when we’re together.” you murmured softly, burying your fingers in his hair and kissed him back.

“Then look at me now, my love. As much as you want.”

He was here, and dear god, you missed him so much.

You missed Jade’s warm laugh. You missed his serene smile and how it qualifies as the most beautiful sight to see.

You missed the little ordinary things that you do together on a daily basis. You missed him checking on your wellbeing, his constant teasing and his friendly bantering.

You missed listening to him talk about his day and holding heart-to-heart conversations at night.

Above all, you missed his presence the most, his presence that simply radiates warmth and brings you sheer delight and happiness.

“You’re my quiet home, Jade. Where everything is calm and I feel safe.” you cradled his face, gazing at him with a loving look glinting in your kind eyes. “Don’t disappear like that again.”

“You’re my haven too, my dear heart. Where I feel happy and at peace.” Jade kissed you again, nudging a soft smile against your lips.

Forgive me for causing you worry. I promise you my dearest, I won’t go missing again.

NOTE: It’s up to you to imagine the reason behind Jade’s disappearance. My own reasoning is a bit funny, but I didn’t want to ruin the story so I didn’t include it.

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chaoticpiglinwitch · 7 months

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Morning and Nightly Prayers for Alastair, Darci, and Terran

Alastair

(Morning)

Oh good moring, great One who weeps gold, I welcome you on this new shining bright day, you accompanied with your adoring honeyed bride,

May you shine your adoring and protective energy down upon us, let us be guided by your wisdom and understanding,

May we hear your whispers and advice no matter where we go, we are your children of our beloved blood god, praise this day in your name. We follow your word, and we are energetically pulled by your brilliance,

May your name never go unsaid, Blood for the Blood God, Hail Alastair of Nether

(Night)

Oh, father of brutes, I thank you for protecting me this night. You are so loving and caring, we are safe in your arms, ever warm,

May my energy, home, and sounder be protected by you this night, I ask for your protection as I am at my weakest and most valuable,

General of Blood, may your foes be at your feet and your devoted be honeyed sweet as gold, may we have the energy to go on tomorrow in your name,

We praise you on this night and all nights, lest your name be forgotten, Blood for the Blood God, Hail Alastair of Nether. Goodnight

Darci

(Morning)

Oh, good morning, Keeper of Portals, one with the trustful gaze, Ruler of the End realm, we honour you this day. You protect your children and devoted ones with a feral wonder that could shaken the strongest foe,

May we follow your footsteps as you lead us through this day, guiding us to pass bumps and twists in the road. You do not shy away from our fears, and instead comfort us with your starry presence,

Please protect and guide us today and all days forth, may we never forget your name, Ends Gate, Darci of End

(Night)

Oh, welcome this night, Dreamwalker, our Ruler of End, Keeper of all things hidden, we look to you for protection this night,

May you shine your trustful gaze and protect me from all harmful things in the night, may all that engage meet Ends eternal wrath, may I hear your whispers in my dreams and listen with delicate care,

We are blessed by your complex and beautiful protection, may we look to you in our times of need and of darkness, for you are our beloved and most honoured,

May we never forget your name, may your gaze never my side oh watchful one, Hail Ends Gate, Darci of End

Terran

(Morning)

Oh good morning, dearest mother, we speak nothing praise at your gorgeous sunrise. Skilled teacher, Protector of children, motherlike to us all, hear our words to you now,

May you surround our in your adoring meadow, sitting in the silence in everlasting peace with you by my side, I am ever protected and guided by you, dear flower bearer

Please guide me on this new day, may I honour this day in your name and all day forth, dearest rainfall, bringer of harvest, we say your name, Hail Terran of Overworld

(Night)

Oh, Horned Maiden, Mother of the Overworld, Protector of Farms and Homes, we honour you this night,

May you protect us from the creatures of night, shining your bright torch in the darkness, we are safe in our home because of your kindness,

May we feel your love and comfort in our darkest moments and follow your herds to a brighter future. Thank you, dear mother, may we never forget your name, Terran of Overworld

#minecraft magick #pop culture witchcraft #minecraft #minecraft magic #pop culture magic #pop culture magick #grimoire #pop culture deity #minecraft deity #terran minecraft deity #alastair minecraft deity #darci minecraft deity #morning prayer #night prayer #minecraft pantheon #minecraft pop culture witchcraft #devotional prayer

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lostwithoutyouherewriter · 2 years

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Sunrise: A Final Fight Ficlet

Inspired by “Guy and Cody,” artwork by Tei Lee, from the 2019 Street Fighter Pin-Up Special

Cody Travers lounged under the palm tree, shirtless and annoyed. “Alright, Guy, you mind telling me why you dragged my ass out here at the crack of dawn?”

As they watched the sun rise over paradise, the bushin-ryu master gave his longtime friend and sparring partner a look. It was a grim look, one that indicated he would abide no misconduct from the reckless mayor today. Unfortunately for Guy, such a look rarely dissuaded Cody from acting out.

“We must meditate before we train,” proclaimed Guy. “A mind at peace shall prepare you for any fight.”

Cody scoffed, flicking at the sand that clung to his striped swimsuit. “Sure, and I’ll bet that strawberry double dip cone is the favorite workout snack of master ninjas everywhere. Come on, man. Why’d you really bring me out here?”

Guy had half a mind to counter that remark, even as he took another slow lick of his ice cream. After all, it was his friend who suggested the summer treat as they made their way down to the beach. He never could resist the whims of Mr. Travers. It had been that way for so many years, ever since the day Cody had recruited the ninja to save his then-girlfriend from the clutches of Mad Gear. While he prided himself on his stoic approach to life, Guy could not help recalling the disappointment of that adventure.

After fighting alongside his friend through the dark alleys and industrial wasteland of Metro City, they had finally reached the end of their journey, rescuing Jessica Haggar from the notorious crimelord Belger. As the two partners walked side by side, their victory made even brighter by the neon sun rising over the skyline, Jessica called out to her beloved and stopped them in their tracks. It was then that Guy realized they must part ways, and as much as it pained him to do so, he kicked Cody Travers out of his life and into the arms of his sweetheart.

It was the hardest decision he had ever made, and he regretted it ever since.

Now, after years of turmoil and heartbreak, after watching his dearest friend fall into depression and incarceration, he finally had Cody back at his side... or rather, he stood beside Mr. Travers, mayor of Metro City, as the man's personal bodyguard. Every moment, every outing felt like they were making up for lost time, so Guy made a point of sticking to their routine. Sparring, meals, even paperwork—he didn’t want to miss a thing.

Of course, stuffing his face full of sweets wasn’t the kind of morning Guy had envisioned, which was why he was still chipping away while Cody had already scarfed down his Rocky Road Delight. He always envisioned something far more meaningful and, ultimately, impossible.

Still, it was a morning spent together, and perhaps that was all Guy could ask for.

“Total ghost town out here,” mused Cody, brushing a hand through his thick, blonde hair. “I get it. You wanted me all to yourself, didn’t ya?”

Guy shot his friend another look, far more surprised than usual. “What do you mean?”

Cody laughed. “Dude, it’s so obvious. You’re totally into me.”

“What? No. I... I don’t want...”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You don’t want a scandal, now that I’m a big shot mayor, but who gives a shit, man? Let’s just go with it. Be ourselves for once.”

Guy sat there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t often that Cody Travers could pull a fast one on him. It was almost too much to take in, and he suddenly felt the urge to meditate long and hard on the matter.

A finger swiped at his cone, stealing a dollop of strawberry and shaking him from his thoughts. “Might as well,” said Cody, arrogantly licking the pilfered ice cream from his fingers. “It’s gonna go to waste if you keep staring like that.”

He couldn’t believe it. Sure, Cody had always been a wild card, but this was ridiculous. He had always been a skirt chaser, going after all the blonde and buxom beauties. There was no way he was into men, especially not a serious martial artist like himself. No, it was just another prank. He was messing with Guy, like he always did.

“Do not play games with me,” he said, glaring at the ocean.

Cody lifted himself up, staring intently at Guy. “You think I’m joking? Why do you think I hired you as my bodyguard, man?”

“We fought well together. It was never anything more than that.”

“Oh yeah? Is that what you think?” asked Cody, bumping his fist hard against the ninja’s shoulder. “You never could stand up to me in a fair fight. Why else would I hire a good-looking amateur like you?”

“Your words are empty. I am the thirty-ninth master of bushin-ryu, and my skills on the field of battle will far surpass your undisciplined techniques any day.”

“Prove it.”

In a sudden flurry of sand and muscle, Cody Travers lunged at the ninja, catching his friend in a serious grapple. As they rolled down the dunes, locked in a tight embrace, it was a testament to Guy’s skill and focus that the strawberry cone remained mostly intact. When Cody managed to slip in a jab at his arm, however, even the summer treat could no longer maintain its composure. With the mayor pinned under his torso, Guy paused as his cold, milky ice cream dribbled down the man’s chest.

Cody gasped, startled by the touch of frozen dessert on his bare skin. The pink liquid trailed down his pecs, filling the spaces between all of those perfectly chiseled muscles. He looked up at Guy, more serious than the ninja master had ever seen him. “Go on. Don’t let it go to waste.”

Guy held down his partner’s arms, the anger flaring up again. “I told you. Don’t play games.”

“And I’m telling you this ain’t no game. Do it. Lick me clean, Guy.”

The ninja glanced from side to side. The beach was deserted, for now. “You have an image to uphold.”

“To hell with my image! I want you. Besides, you’re the only reason I became mayor in the first place.”

“What?”

“Look, Haggar might have influenced the top brass and sponsored my campaign, but I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere near that office without you. You always believed in me, reminded me that there was still good in my actions even though I was too damn stubborn to see it.”

Cody reached out to him, stroking the side of his face. Guy relaxed into this tender show of affection, and when he lowered himself on top of Cody, there was no mistaking it. He could feel the mayor growing hard beneath him, and soon, they were both rising to greet one another.

“I’m not playing, Guy,” said his partner, rubbing his sleek shorts against him in such a meaningful way. “So, are we gonna do this, or what?”

In one of those rare, undisciplined moments, the bushin-ryu master gave in to his desires. He leaned over, running his lips over this man’s fine chest, licking the strawberry flavor mixed with such delicious sweat. Cody heaved upward, no doubt appreciating the touch of Guy’s tongue as it circled his nipple.

The mayor gasped. “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna last much longer."

“Good, because I intend to finish this fight.”

The sun was climbing higher over the horizon now, and Guy knew their time together was short. It was always cut short by the forces of this world, but at least this morning belonged to them. Perhaps one day, they would no longer hide in the shadows, making love on a deserted beach. Perhaps they would reveal their love, walking side by side, defiant against the world. And then they would kiss under the neon glow of a rising sun without care or hesitation.

Wouldn’t that be paradise?

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It’s been a while since Tempest heard from Aloth.

That was a lie. A big stretch. It’s been like what…almost two years since the last letter from him? Hope was dwindling day by day, every morning bringing a sad greeting from an empty desk. It used to look so messy but so full of life. Empty ink bottles scattered all over the table, worn out nibs from writing too much, dozens upon dozens of parchment paper, waiting to be written upon and sent to him with words of full of worry, news, general life;

and poorly hidden affections.

Tempest would keep his letters close to her in her personal quarters in Brighthollow. She even dedicated a small wooden lockbox to safeguard it, as if rare jewels from the Vailian Republics. But that would be an unjustified comparison. She values Aloth’s letters more than the rarest minerals found in Eora.

She’d think about why he stopped replying everyday. Whenever Caed Nua receives guests dying to meet the Watcher that saved the Dyrwood, they’d always notice how she would return their praises with a grateful, humble smile but a tinge of sadness can always be seen in her eyes. They don’t ask about it though. Something about the way Tempest holds her ground keeps people away at an arm’s length. Close enough to talk to, but still so far away to actually connect with.

At night she’d place the box of letters next to her in bed. A poor substitute for her beloved but there were some perks to being a Watcher after all. If Tempest concentrates really hard, she can feel Aloth’s essence contained in his replies. Whenever she gazes at his neat handwriting, she could almost see him writing on a desk somewhere, thinking about what he would write back to her.

In her room though, it’s not only Aloth’s essence that she could feel. Radiating from Steadfast was a piece of Adaryc’s soul. She hung it up above her desk as a tribute to the Iron Flail’s commander whom she has grown close to since the White March. Whenever she felt lonely from Aloth’s absence, Adaryc’s soul was there to fill the empty space. It was so warm and bright, but it was so gentle and careful too, like the first rays of a sunrise that softly kiss you good morning through the window, or from the farewell of a setting sun being swallowed by the waves.

Adaryc slowly replaced the lack of Aloth’s letters on her desk as the weeks passed by in Caed Nua. It was a welcome change for Tempest. She would write back to him eagerly and he in return would send his replies with pressed flowers with fragrant scents that would immediately fill her room whenever she would break the seal and read his letters.

In his writings Tempest could feel Adaryc’s essence too. And it comforted her during lonely nights. But she felt guilty. The amount of letters Adaryc would send soon outnumbered Aloth’s. So much so that she could almost feel his presence in her room, a silent guardian that kept watch over her until she fell asleep.

At last she couldn’t bear the overwhelming solitude anymore. She decided to send one more letter to Aloth in hopes of him reaching out to her once more, if her letter would even reach to him at all;

Dearest Aloth,

These last two years have been a burden on my shoulders. Your deafening silence has left me awake almost every night. Has something happened to you? Shall I send aid? The thought of you being in danger has burrowed a deep hole in my mind. I hope everything is going well for you wherever you are in this world. Know that you always have a seat in Caed Nua and a place in my heart. If when we do meet again, I have something to tell you. I can’t simply write it in here for I fear that it won’t have its desired impact but just know-

I hope you know that I think about you when I see the moon silently rise in the sky.

I miss you. Please write back when you can.

Yours the whole way and will always be,

Tempest

She folded the paper, sealed it with wax, and set it aside. She stood up to go to her bed but for some reason, she sat back down and started writing a letter again. Not for Aloth this time but for someone else-

Adaryc,

Our letters have been my main source of entertainment these past few months. Your stories about your downtime with your soldiers have left me stifling my laughter in the library. The diplomats studying there even gave me confused looks as I excused myself out of embarrassment for disturbing them!

Thank you always for the pressed flowers you send along with your replies. I love flowers but the gods must not like me so for I do not have any sort of talent at all when it comes to growing actual ones. Usually I end up killing them! I do want to see the purple ones you always favored in person which brings me to my threat request-

Would it be possible for you to visit Caed Nua and see me? I would rather hear your reports about Stalwart’s growth in person rather than read reports about it.

Please think about it! It’s been a long time since we’ve last talked to each other over a drink or two.

Yours,

Tempest Withers

P.S. Bring the purple flowers you always send over to me! I do like how they brighten up my personal quarters. Things have been so sad lately and they help lift up the mood too!

She slightly grins as she seals the letter to Adaryc. The excitement for his reply has her feeling giddy and happy for the first time in a long while. But how bittersweet it was to place Adaryc’s letter next to Aloth’s.

She’d wait for the two mens’ answers. Her friend would most likely reply to her jest but she wasn’t so sure with her beloved. She lied down on her bed and sighed, covering her face with both hands.

She could still feel both Adaryc and Aloth’s essences in her room through Steadfast and Aloth’s letters, though sadly…the latter’s is slowly fading away.

But Tempest would wait for him. She always would.

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