#⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ it's your golden hour ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ misc.

[mingtinys]

what dating seventeen feels like

pairing : seventeen x gn!reader

headcanons , fluff , misc

warnings : none

word count : 1.1 k

requested ? no

a/n: just a small collection of the things i love in life that i associate with seventeen

choi seungcheol

falling asleep on the couch and waking up in bed. chocolate-covered strawberries. the kind of love found in romcoms. expensive dinner dates and champagne.

cologne that lingers on your clothes and bed sheets. tight, bone-crushing, hugs. his hand almost always under the hem of your shirt, skin to skin (it grounds him). him letting you win when you play wrestle. cute aggression victim.

having a rock to hold on to amidst a raging current.

yoon jeonghan

diving under a crashing wave to find calm, gentle, water. rollercoasters with big drops. feathers. lavender fields. leaving the theater and realizing night has fallen.

always saying the same thing at the same time (it scares seokmin). naps on the couch. sending each other pictures of weird-looking animals with the caption "you" or "us." partners in crime. braiding his hair.

having not only a boyfriend but a best friend in jeonghan.

joshua hong

warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. pancakes and orange juice in the morning. raw honey. the scent of freshly baked bread. scented candles and wax melts.

lives up to the gentleman title. opens doors, bides by the sidewalk rule, lends you his jacket, etc. acts! of! service!! fighting over who pays the bill (he's actually ambushed your waiter to pay before you can even see the check). domestic, mundane, slice-of-life type of love.

a honeymoon phase that never ends.

wen junhui

walking down empty streets without a care in the world. morning cartoons. clingy cats. ice cream for dinner. frozen pizza with red wine. airport liminal space hours.

taking pictures of sunsets to send to each other. doodling on his hand. staying up until 3am accidentally. back hugs galore. resting his chin atop your head. him getting as close as possible when showing him something on your phone (i'm talking cheek smooshed up against yours). sleepy jun asking for kisses every morning.

living life in the moment because you know the future can wait for you two.

kwon soonyoung

energetic snow days. sledding, snowball fights, building snowmen. energy drinks and all-nighters. watermelon sugar. summer bonfires. the ambiance of muffled music through club bathrooms.

zoo dates. always wins you the biggest prizes at carnivals. his favorite place to nap is your lap. sweaty post-dance practice hugs. he gets pouty if you start a tv show without him. baking brownies at 3am. talks about you non-stop to anyone who will (or won't) listen.

excitement that isn't momentary or overwhelming. excitement that makes life meaningful.

jeon wonwoo

tulips blooming in the spring. waxing gibbous moons. amethyst. resting after a long, busy day. the scent of old, yellowed books. rhythmic clicking of a keyboard. warm, smooth, riverbank stones.

re-adjusting his glasses for him after every kiss. let's you design his character's outfits in video games. tells you about the book he's reading like it's gossip. he's always taking candid photos of you. quiet mornings. elderly couples who see you two are reminded of how they fell in love.

defining love not by how much it's said, but by how it's felt.

lee jihoon

thunderstorms that lull you to sleep. shiny, red guitars coming to life with smooth melodies. the crackle of a fire. rosemary. empty highways at night. lightning that strikes twice.

morning coffee dates at home. napping on his studio sofa while he works. quality! time! absolutely spoils you every chance he gets. pretends to act all cool when you catch him staring. writing songs for you. his hand routinely finds your knee when he's anxious. he prefers intimate and private acts of affection to the alternative.

cherishing all the little things that make your relationship important.

lee seokmin

wishing on dandelions. blue skies. morning dew on grass. golden hour. that burning sensation you get in your lungs when laughing too hard. iced lattes.

always asking permission to kiss you. so, so attentive. falling asleep on facetime. pillow forts. lots, and lots, and lots of nose kisses. him never wanting to leave you in the morning. "five more minutes" type of guy. his favorite feeling in the world is making you laugh.

finally knowing what it means to love someone so much you'd give the world for them.

kim mingyu

sleeping by a window with the sun warming your skin. hearing your favorite song on the radio. silky white sheets. first date jitters. first love. receiving a bouquet of roses.

admires you so, so, much. talks about you 24/7, much to his members' annoyance. (jk, they love you, they just like to tease him about it). literally a sponge the way he starts picking up your habits and slang. he's physically incapable of rejecting your puppy-dog eyes. likes to lay sprawled out on top of you. he'll often seek you out if he needs a little extra support.

the feeling that comes with knowing you've found "the one."

xu minghao

the autumn leaves changing. winter constellations. a solar eclipse. the quiet of a house before everyone wakes. those cozy granny-square blankets. white wine. laughing at scary movies.

wine and painting nights. him always making two cups of tea. art museum dates. swaying together to music in the kitchen. him secretly being a sucker for your doting. has your mannerisms memorized and prides himself on it. somehow always knows what to say when you're feeling down.

growing, learning, and experiencing life alongside each other.

boo seungkwan

warm, summer air. mystery flavored lollipops that somehow taste like every flavor all at once. rosy red cheeks.

teasing each other and inside jokes. nicknames like loser, stupid-head, idiot etc. (affectionate). hours long gossip sessions. kisses that taste of coffee and tangerine chapstick. stars in his eyes whenever you're doing literally anything. having his undivided attention.

resident happy pill and mood-maker seungkwan knowing he can let his mask fall around you without judgement.

hansol vernon chwe

watching city lights blur past in the passenger seat of a car at night. cereal at 1am. falling asleep while watching tv. poorly handmade, yet meaningful gifts. assorted candies. buying road trip snacks.

communicating with a single look. ice cream dates in the middle of winter. speaking purely in movie and tiktok references. late-night conversations that take a weird turn. (you've once debated if aliens would like pineapple on pizza). pretending not to notice how shy he gets when initiating physical affection.

loving the strange, bad, and hidden parts of each other as much as the good.

lee chan

the comforting buzz and motion of a subway at night. toothy smiles. watching reruns of your favorite childhood show. surprise parties. the first snow of the new year. concert lights.

driving at 2am, singing at the top of your lungs. random dance parties in the living room. getting noise complaints and giggling about it. pillow fights and board games, competitive, yet both trying to let the other win cause it'll make them happy. asking him to open jars. him getting exceptionally giddy to open said jars. (you're completely capable, but know he likes to feel needed).

making each other's inner child feel safe.

[elucienweekofficial]

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Thank you to everyone who participated in Day 2 of Elucien Week!

We did our best to keep track of all of the tumblr contributions below, but if we missed anyone or made any mistakes please assume best intentions and kindly reach out to one of our mods! 🌸🦊

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poetry:

Coming Forth By Day by @annaskareninas

Vines On a Tree by @teddyhoneybear

A Golden Nightgown by @fieldofdaisiies

My dearest, loveliest... by @sunshinebingo

Long Live by @separatist-apologist

Light the Fire Bright by @ataraxiasflame

ACOWAR (Elucien's Version) by @crazy-ache

Karma Is My Boyfriend by @rosanna-writer

…and the sun rises by @writtenonreceipts

A Heart of Gold by @jules-writes-stories

Something About April by @starsreminisce

What Do You Know About Love by @the-lonelybarricade

Lay Me Down In The Light by @acourtoflucien

Lantern's Light by @sonics-atelier

Pearls by @lady-sunbeam

Agony Tenderly Gilded by @booksnwriting

it's perpetual bliss by @avabrynne

nine by @onlyinmymiiiind

🎨Art:

Golden Hour by @climbthemountain2020

One single thread of gold by @tsunami-of-tears

Future High Lord & Lady of the Day Court commissioned by @lucienarcheron from artist @majuandrad

their love is golden commissioned by @lovelygwyneth from artist @/veigg_

it's golden commissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from artist @dimalry

Elucien tangled in golden sheets by @whettpaint

The golden thread that ties Lucien to Elain by @works-of-heart

Fated/Golden by @positivewitch

Golden art commissioned by @separatist-apologist, @amandapearls, and @foreverinelysian

Aria Spellcleaver and her grandparents by @highladyofboleyncourt

Visiting Grandpa Archeron commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @/sofiameriggi.art

Golden Fancraftart by @shallyne

𝒯𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 commissioned by @moonpatroclus from artist summergorgon

Laying together in a field of golden flowers by @nesta-apologist

Elain and Lucien are a farmers market commissioned by @gwynrieldefenseatty from artist @/mm.radish.art

Golden Art by @luciensdefenseattorney

now I see daylight by @velidewrites

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 commissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @lyyzismess

Golden by @stargirlie25

Golden by @lib-arts

But It's Golden by @jadedbugart

Elucien Wedding by @artandbooknook

Elucien NSFW pieces 1 and 2 by @jadedbugart

Elucien in the forest at Golden Hour by @dawneternal

🎶Misc:

s u n l i g h t moodboard by @spore-loser

The Prythian Talk: Golden by @octobers-veryown

It's Golden Moodboard by @iheartfjords

Golden Moodboard and Analysis by @shadowisles-writes

SUNSHINE edit by @bookishwithathought

Elucien Twitter Soft Launch by @acotarmemes

Golden Wedding Jewelry by @shadowqueenjude

Day Court Elucien Persian Moodboard by @lainalit

Warrior of the Mind Moodboard by @starfall-spirit

A Court of Sun and Sight by @onlyinmymiiiind

Twitter meme by @lovelygwyneth

Golden Analysis by @acourtofthought

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Thank you as well to everyone who coloured today's Coloring Page!

Golden coloring page by @sadiegirl2021

Golden coloring page by @yaralulu

Golden coloring page by @the-lonelybarricade

Golden coloring page by @cauldronblssd

Golden coloring page by @shadowisles-writes

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If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to one of our event runners!

Header art by @laxibbeb

[sortiarus-de-naturas-daemonum]

Prince Stolas infopost for those needing to do research on him but keep getting fandom content in the mix:

Stolas is a daemon described in the Dictionairre Infernal, Liber Officirum Spirituum, Psuedomonarcia Daemonium, The Lemegeton of the Lesser Key of Solomon, and Livre des Esperitz.

Grimoire appearance: A beautiful figure (Livre des Esperitz) or a Nightraven/Owl (Lemegeton and Psuedomonarchia)

Appearance with me: He appeared as so many forms, however, he has most often appeared as a blond man with owl like hair strands, orange eyes, a neat white sweater, golden wire frame glasses, tan-ish skin, blue jeans, and black claws. He also has appeared as a Mexican Striped Owl with purple eyes, a Pied Raven, and even other birds such as a Mockingbird in a dream!

What he is good for working with on:

✩ Learning Natural Sciences

✩ Learning Astronomy and Astrology

✩ Learning Witchcraft

✩ Natural Magice

✩ Astral Travel and Learning of the Such

✩ Learning Geology

His Grimoire appearances:

Livre des Esperitz-Distolas is a great marquis who appears in beautiful form, and responds willingly to what one asks and commands him, and he brings stones if one commands him, and gives the master a horse who carries him in one hour 100 or 200 or 300 leagues or more and has 20 legions.

Book of Oberon/Liber Officiorum Spirituum: The 5th is called Mistalas, he receavinge mans shape hath power to teache & instructe one in witchcrafte & nicromamancye & knoweth the vertues of herbes stones & trees, & appeareth like a night raven.

Psuedomonarchia Daemonum: Stolas is a great prince, appearing in the forme of a nightraven, before the exorcist, he taketh the image and shape of a man, and teacheth astronomie, absolutelie understanding the vertues of herbes and pretious stones; there are under him twentie six legions.

Ars Goetia: STOLAS, or STOLOS. – The Thirty-sixth Spirit is Stolas, or Stolos. He is a Great and Powerful Prince, appearing in the Shape of a Mighty Raven at first before the Exorcist; but after he taketh the image of a Man. He teacheth the Art of Astronomy, and the Virtues of Herbs and Precious Stones. He governeth 26 Legions of Spirits; and his Seal is this, which is etc.

Dictionairre Infernal: Stolas, high prince of hell, who appears in the form of an owl; when he takes the form of a man and shows himself before the exorcist, he teaches astronomy, and also the properties of plants, and the worth of precious stones. Twenty six legions recognize him as their general.

Offering Ideas:

Crystals: Garden Quartz, Mossy Agate, any ethically sourced crystals.

Herbs: Flax, Yarrow, Rosemary, Thyme

Animals: Ravens, Deer (SPG with a best friend of mine), Owls, Hawks

Misc: Astronomy Imagery, Astrology Imagery, Owl Imagery, Raven Imagery, Clocks (Antique ones, especially the little stopwatches), any animal (Herbivorus) imagery to represent his earthly aspect since he is also of the Earth element given some of his teachings, (by my speculation) artwork of him, Hawk Imagery, Anything naturey you find that is Ethically Sourced and Complies with the MBTA act if it is in your Country. (This can include abandoned snail shells, fossil rocks, cicada shells, and more, but please make sure it’s ethically sourced)

-PS. I had to use my handy dandy wordpress to write this post. I deleted tumblr so many times that I lost track of my old infoposts.

[hwaightme]

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[f] fluff || [s] smut || [a] angst || [sugg] suggestive || [tw] trigger warnings ||

[misc] miscellaneous || [hc] headcanons

ot8 series and headcanons

your fan, _____ [f] [sugg] - series with separate ml bf!ateez when you are working from home [f] [s] ateez as signs of love (relationship hcs) [f]

kim hongjoong

the chemistry of christmas [f] [sugg] (ao3) motivate me [s] (ao3) rewind and remix [a] a little bit of [f] avaritia [s] feverish [f] [misc] in the rain [f] hand hug [f]

park seonghwa

after hours on christmas eve [f] (ao3) feels like home (part 1) (part 2) [f] [sugg] [a]  (ao3) family for hire (series - separate ml) [f] [sugg] [misc] long exposure [s] [a] [misc] ft. wooyoung in memoriam [a] [s] bang bang [s] [misc] -> mafia!au love was spring [f] [slight a] making wishes [s] [f] ft. wooyoung this world [f] [s] [misc] -> biker!au take me back [s] [f] [slight a] -> biker!au cat named mars [f] [hc] -> catboy!hwa bonnie on the side [s] [a] essence [f] timezone [f] [slight a] page me [f] [festive fic!] impressionism [f] [misc] with you [f] [misc] [a] both [s] [f] feel alive [f] [a] [misc] panacea [f] [misc] dawn [s] [misc] my star [f] i will wait [f] lone soul [f] [misc] 03:10 AM [f] [timestamp]

jeong yunho

come fly with me [f] [slight a] [misc] all of me [f] the meaning of 'jeong' [f] [a] [misc] like the cherry blossom falls [f] guy.exe [f]

kang yeosang:

curiosity [tw] [misc] sangshine [f] [misc]

song mingi:

use me [s] [a] (ao3) use me part 2 [s] [a] [f] one new message [a] burning [f] [misc]

choi san:

wilting to bloom [a] safe and san [s] [f] golden hour [s] [f]

jung wooyoung:

grilled cheese philosophy [a] [tw] [misc] long exposure [s] [a] [misc] ft. seonghwa making wishes [s] [f] ft. seonghwa

choi jongho:

cliche [f]

[eclipian]

Fuck AI Headmate #7

pt: fuck AI headmate #7

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

“ Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. “

Name: Koi , Fish , Marble , Canvas , Art , Aart , Ink , Siren , Ihcor

Age: Unknown

Pronouns: Ae/Aer , Dae/Daer , Hae/Haer , Thon/Thons , Xe/Xem , Ie/Ink , Fin/Fins , 𓆝/𓆝s , 𓆛/𓆛s , 𓆞/𓆞s

Gender: Aporagender , Aporathrift , Aporlier , Solaporine , Konderic , Fishsacrific , Somnolentuspiscis , Inkthing , Poetren

Attraction: Unlabled (Neutral Leaning)

Other IDs: Dissochinese , Dissodarkwaterblood , Dissocultural , Dissoink

Species: Koi Fish Folk

Origins/Modifiers: Artgenic , Spitetive

Role: Germinare , Lorekeeper

Aesthetics: Romantic Chinese Village , Golden Hour , Light Academia

Misc Info: Who is this? Crawling out of the old paintings you are face to face with a being older than your time. A being made of ink and tales of old, their scales painted on. Meet this fish folk, a member who is here to learn and grow to love the cultures around them.

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , origins/modifiers , role , aesthetics , misc info

Disclaimer: Middle image is made with the use of AI. This blog does not condone or promote putting AI over real artist. This post is using it as a way to middle finger those who try to claim AI creations as actual pieces of art. I mod music am not making prompts for the images.

tags: @bahtive , @drowntowns , @artisticdysfunction

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Skin Details

Skin Overlays: Bright Blends (V6) by @litttlecakes, Folie a Deux by @inspiredmoodlet , Are We Electric by @pyxiidis

Nosemask : Miscellany Nosemasks by pyxiidis

Misc Facial Details: About Face by pyxiidis, Realistic Lips by @simsontherope

Moles: Moles N1 by @helgatisha, Moles!! by cabsim, Moles V1 by Ms Blue (TSR)

Freckles: Freckle Hell by habsims (deactivated), Nose Freckles by @cabsim, KBTS Freckles by @wistfulpoltergeist, Heavy Freckles V1 by PlayersWonderland (TSR)[HACKED ACCOUNT! Link removed], Body Freckles by simsontherope

Eyes

Under Your Spell by pyxiidis, Daydreamin' Eyes (Facepaint) by @reticulates , Daydreamin' Spooky and Succulent Recolors and Daydreamin' PTS Recolors by @leafbatsims, Daydreamin' Heterochromia (for big eyes) by @dancergirlcb, Daydreamin' Heterochromia (left only but resizable) by @ridgeport, Nightdreamin' Vampire Eyes (defaults for vampires) by @simduction, Starry Night Eyes (for aliens) by @aveirasims

Blush

Apricot/Cinder/Hibiscus/Mayberries Blush 03 Recolor by weepingsimmer, Candied by crypticsim

Lipstick

Lips #12 by @aveirasims, Stalker/Wings/Glow/Dark Hour by @twisted-cat, Sugar/Pink Sugar Gloss by @crypticsim, Keep Your Lips Sealed by @down-in-simsland

Eyeshadow

Stalker/Slayer/Wings/Limelight/Glow/Dark Hour by twisted-cat, Golden Hour Eyeshadows by @sondescent, Rowan Eyeshadow Set by @purrsephonesims, Too Faced Natural Love Ultimate Neutral Palette by @mysteriousdane, Dahlia/Julianos/Talos/Stendarr by weepingsimmer, Fall Eyeshadows 2017 and Neutral Eyeshadows V2 by @crazycupcakefr, Aura Eyeshadow by @cubersims, Confections Eyeshadow by @madameriasims4, Chic&Sheer Eyeshadow by voidboredom, Ferox Eyeshadow by Nords (TSR), Cotton Candy+Pastel by crypticsim

Eyeliner

Stalker/Slayer/Dark Hour by twisted-cat, Eyeliner Basics 01 by madameriasims4, Axl/Candy by @crypticsim, Peony Eyeliner by dinosaursandthesquirrels, Yai/Hiee Liner (they have it behind a Linkvertise unfortunately) by twinksimstress, Autumn Mattes Eyeliner by @blushchat, Graphic Eyeliner by @thepeachyfaerie, Graphic Liner Set by @chewybutterfly

Tattoos

Aquarelle/Blackwork Chest/Even More Blackwork/The Beautiful People/Violent/Trouble by @valhallansim, Delicate Tattoos by @closims-cc, Swordplay Tattoos by @peachiiesims, Arms + Chest Tats by @simsrocuted, Doodley Tattoos (TSR) by @nords-sims, Cold Spell/Honeybee/Prickly Pear/Tropicana Sleeves by @brohilda, Flora/Hey That's a Pretty Cool Sleeve/Lunar/Memories/Remember Me/Sage by @herbalia,

Nails

Chipped Nails by @arethabee, Rainbow Nails (ring category) by @simlaughlove, Accessory Nails (gloves category) by @lehgames, Artsy Angsty Nails by @the-crypt-o-club, Mismatched Nails 1/2/3 And nightingalesims Flora Nails Recolor (requires a mesh) by @kissyck

Skintones

Cottage Garden Skintones by @gladlypants, Skintone Set V3 (TSR) by Ms Blue, Occult Skintones by @octetsica

[let-them-read-fics]

Relief

Pairing: Sua x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Some Fluff

Word Count: 4,287

Summary: When a rough day at work leaves you in need of some TLC, Sua knows just what to do to make things better.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's some Sua smut :) Next up is Yoohyeon, so stay tuned!

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Friday, 11:37 PM – Y/N's Apartment, Seoul, SK

Your bleary eyes raised to meet Sua’s warm ones the moment you arrived at the door to your apartment. She didn’t even give you the chance to put your key in the lock before she had it opened and was welcoming you in, the ghost of a frown on her lips, pitying you. 

She greeted you softly, so as to not worsen the pounding headache that you’d mentioned over the phone. 

In one smooth motion, your bag was surrendered to her waiting hands, and you were melting into her strong frame as she drew you in close. 

"Come here, my love," she sighed, happy to finally have you back in her arms. 

She shut the door and locked it before setting your bag on the entry table, never once pulling away. You slipped your shoes off and blindly nudged them in the direction of the door, resolving to tidy them up later. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, reveling in the comforting smell of her perfume as it greeted your chilly nose. 

The sensation brought goosebumps to her skin and reminded her of the surprise she had waiting in the other room. 

She rubbed your back gingerly, asking, “How does a bath sound? I have everything ready; we just have to put the water in.”

You nodded softly, your pouty lips brushing her pulsepoint in the process. 

“That’s my girl,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning around to lead you to the bathroom. One of her arms remained wrapped around you, helping you amble your way there. 

The soft scent of roses was the first to greet you upon arrival, and you blinked your eyes open as she turned to shut the door behind the two of you. 

Around the room, candles were placed in various spots, flickering gently and providing enough light that she didn’t need to turn on the overhead one. Some were on the floor, while others sat on the end of the tub or along the sink. 

In addition, rose petals were scattered across the tile. Vibrant, rich hues of red caught both the shadows and golden light of the room, looking like something out of a movie. 

A plethora of essential oils was placed near the tub, waiting and ready for you to choose from as you pleased.

“I know today was rough, so I wanted to try and make it a little better,” she explained from just behind you, peering around at the room as if she hadn’t spent the last hour making sure everything was perfect. 

She could almost give you the precise coordinates of each individual petal, if you asked. That’s how serious she took it. 

Your sock-clad feet wiggled, reveling in the softness of the swath of petals beneath you. Sometimes the depth of her love was too much for you to wrap your head around; the notion that she took so much time and effort out of her own day to make yours even a fraction better meant the world to you and then some.

“It’s not much,” she dismissed humbly, “but I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.”

“It’s perfect, jagi,” you refuted gently, lifting your head to look over at her. 

Your eyes were glossy, practically brimming with salty tears just waiting to fall. Her sentimental side always had a way of doing that to you. 

“Hey,” she soothed, stepping forward to hug you close again. “Don’t cry. Let’s just get you in the tub, yeah? You’ll feel better in no time.”

“Alright,” you mumbled, nodding. As you reached up with one hand to wipe your tears, she gently took the other into her own and led you across the room. 

Her fingers skimmed down the front of your shirt as she faced you, gliding towards the buttons so she could begin undoing them. You watched her fondly, noticing the concentration on her features when she reached a troublesome one. 

Soon you were freed of the garment, and she slid it off of your shoulders before reaching around to undo your bra. It fell easily, and in less than a second – she’d become a master at undressing you over your years together, and the sentiment of that made you smile a little. 

“Is there anything in particular you’d like for dinner?” She asked as she lowered down onto her knees. The cushioned rug below welcomed her, preventing her skin from meeting the hard tile. “I’m planning to fix something while you’re in here.”

You swallowed thickly when she undid the first button of your jeans, feeling her warm breath spread across your exposed abdomen. Though her intention wasn’t necessarily set on getting you going, her movements certainly didn’t get the memo. 

When you failed to answer her, she lightly pinched your thigh. 

“U-uh,” you stuttered, trying to come up with a reply. “Maybe Y/Fav/Dish?”

She nodded, accepting the request without a second thought. “I’ve been craving it, too, actually, so that’ll be good.”

The material of your pants was soon tugged down to your ankles, and she helped you step out of each leg before finally peering up at you. The sight alone – her pretty eyes, warm and full of love as they gazed into your own – was enough to flip your stomach. But being practically naked in front of her – just the slip of a hand, or a kiss away from starting something sinful – filled your mind with possibilities that were lightyears away from innocence. 

Surely it was just the fatigue talking. You were exhausted, truly, so it was no wonder your emotions were so out of whack. Normally you weren’t this easy to rile up.

She looped her fingers in the material of your panties and slid them down your smooth legs, seemingly taking her time with it. 

If she noticed the way your nails pressed into your palms to prevent you from pulling her in, she didn't show it.

Once the thin garment came to pool at your feet, her eyes tracked back up to your center. 

They widened subtly – a mix of surprise and pride swirling within them – as she spotted the slick there. It glistened in the candlelight, making her smile. 

You looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed under her observant gaze. 

“Is that for me, baby?”

The wonder in her voice pushed away your shyness, if only for a moment. “Of course,” you answered, peeking back at her. "Who else?"

“But I haven’t even touched you yet…”

Her use of the word yet made your heart skip a beat. 

An amused scoff left you. “Do you seriously think this is the first time I’ve gotten wet just by being around you?”

Sua swallowed, blinking a couple of times as she centered her thoughts. Admittedly, that simple question sent her imagination a little wild. 

“Well I-” she paused, and you watched as her innocent wonder melted away, getting replaced by a self-satisfied smirk that you adored as much as you loathed. “I knew I was good, but that good?” Her brows raised, and she looked you up and down. “I’m honored, jagi.”

You reached a hand out to her shoulder and playfully shoved her backwards, making her flail for a moment as she fought to remain balanced. 

“Don’t let it go to your head,” you warned, pointing a finger at her in mock authority as you stepped past her and closer to the tub. 

You leaned over to examine the oils and scents that she had laid out for you, rummaging through them until you found the ones you wanted. You sat them apart from the rest and turned the faucet on, ensuring that the water flowing out was a good temperature. 

When you were satisfied, you grabbed the stopper and pushed it into the drain’s entrance.

Gradually, the tub began to fill. As the water splashed out into it, you added a few drops of the liquids to the steady stream and watched as suds began to appear in time with the new smells being released. 

It was pleasant, and you inhaled peacefully as you sat the last bottle down.

But suddenly, just as you went to upright yourself, a surprised moan was slipping out of your mouth and resounding around the room alongside the swashing of the water. 

Sua wordlessly bent you forward a little further, causing you to steady yourself on the wall with a shaky hand. The tile was cool against your palm – almost capable of distracting you from the heat pooling between your thighs. 

Her soft lips kissed a messy, impatient path from the back of your thigh up to your center, and you couldn’t help but shut your eyes. It felt like she had been holding back – restraining herself, for a time – and her resolve had crumbled.

Her hands stroked your skin gingerly, working up from your calves to the curve of your ass. 

With you presented so beautifully for her, positioned just right, she couldn’t stop herself from getting a taste. 

You whimpered when her tongue parted your folds and she began to lap up your arousal. It caught you off guard at first, coming out of left field, but you responded immediately, on instinct, and pushed yourself against her a little more. 

The tip of her tongue dipped into your entrance briefly, teasing you with the promise of what she was capable of. She moaned against you, enjoying the way you squirmed at the stimulation. 

“Sua…”

The arch of your back gave her better access, and she took advantage of it for a few glorious seconds, indulging the both of you. She reached an arm between your parted, trembling legs to toy with your clit; it was already swollen, just begging to be touched by her.

"You taste so good," she praised against you, voice low and lustful. She licked you again, but this time it was slower – more torturous. Like she was savoring you in more ways than one. 

You unconsciously writhed, pursuing the warmth of her mouth and tongue; but she merely grasped your hips and stilled them. 

There was little more you could do than moan in response to her strong grip; it was gentle enough, but an undeniable roughness lied just beyond her fingertips, waiting to be unleashed. 

It was easy to see that she wanted to ruin you, right then and there. But she refrained.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she admitted. Her lips ghosted across your sensitive center as she spoke, making you whine. "I already couldn't concentrate at work, but it was even worse when I got home. One look at the couch and I was thinking about the mess you made on it last night." 

"Oh god," you groaned pitifully, not only at her words but also the memories they brought back. 

She'd fucked you so hard that you'd been plagued with a limp all day – and a difficult one to conceal at that. 

Embarrassing, sure, but even more so arousing. The ache simply reminded you who you belonged to. That you were hers, totally and utterly. 

And you wanted more. No – needed it.

A breathless please was all you could manage, but it proved successful for the time being. 

She quickened her pace and pushed her tongue in further, feeling her own clit throb at the way your walls clenched around the intrusion. Your slick dripped down her chin, making a mess as you greedily swayed your hips to gain more friction against her face. 

She entertained it for a bit longer, getting just as lost in the sensation as you did; but just when that familiar fire in the pit of your stomach was sparking up, she retreated. 

All at once, without warning. Like the gates of Heaven itself were shut right before you and you were pulled back to Earth. 

A chaste kiss was placed against your folds, serving as a parting gift before she fully withdrew. 

Dazed and confused, you found yourself sulking at the loss of contact; the haze of pleasure had clouded your mind and made you forget about the task you had been in the middle of, before her little sexcapade started up.

At the sound of your ensuing, frustrated sigh, she could only grin.

“Tub’s full, baby,” she noted, standing up to reach around you and turn the water off. The simple observation served as a stand-in explanation for her withdrawal, and you accepted it after a moment. 

You were excited for the bath – to unwind after such a long day and get the chance to de-stress – but part of you wanted to say to hell with it and drag her to the bedroom so she could finish what she started. 

Though, of course, her efforts weren’t lost on you, and you knew you couldn’t just disregard the work she had put into arranging all of this for you. It deserved to be used and taken advantage of – but that didn’t mean you couldn’t strike up a deal with her somewhere in the middle. 

“Will you stay?” You tried, looking at her over your shoulder with an expression that she admittedly couldn’t say no to. "At least for a bit?" The soft grip you applied to her wrist didn’t help her resolve any, either. 

“Sure," she agreed with a smile. "Go ahead and get in; I’ll move some of this,” she motioned to the candles and petals around the tub. 

You followed her instructions and stepped inside, wincing at the slight sting that the hot water brought on. It mellowed out once you lowered yourself in and got comfortable, fading to a pleasant tingle, which you reveled in.

Steam radiated from the water's surface as Sua quickly cleared a spot for herself beside the tub, just behind your back. She retrieved a stool from the adjoining closet and placed it down, taking a seat.

Her fingers raked through your hair as she gathered up all of its strands, and soon she was twisting a band around them to keep them up and out of the way.

A quiet hum of gratitude resounded in your chest, and she kissed your temple in reply.

No more words were spoken after that for a while; they simply weren't needed. She knew that some silence would serve your tired mind well, and, frankly, she didn't need to be told how to help you relax. 

She already knew all of your ins and outs. What you liked, what you needed to unwind. 

Like the Sun in the sky, casting itself across the world below, she watched over you. Made sure you were comfortable, not needing for anything. That you were content and happy, tucked away from the outside world and centered in your own little paradise. 

It was domesticity at its finest, and you both loved it. Touches conveyed a million unspoken words; glances and microexpressions even more. Just the simple hitch of a breath could enable you to read one another like a book. 

So, of course, when a moan slipped out of your mouth at the feeling of her hands kneading your shoulders, Sua smiled knowingly. Like clockwork, she'd expected it; one muscle in particular always gave you trouble, and with the right application of pressure and care, you–

"Mmm," you moaned again, features scrunched up in equal amounts of pleasure and pain. 

"That's it, sweet girl. Let it out," she encouraged.

You listened, and soon the tension was leaving your body in droves.

When your shoulders and neck had loosened up, her hands drifted lower, ebbing just as softly as the water as they disappeared beneath the bubbly surface. 

Once they reached your abdomen, you allowed your head to loll back against the cool edge of the tub. You could feel her just beyond the limits of it, hovering close, warm and tempting. Her breaths landed on the exposed skin of your neck, a little jagged as they showcased her own sweet arousal. 

Tension and comfort permeated the air, mingling together like two lovers. They blended into one sensual, cozy ambience that came to settle over the room. 

The first two fingers of her right hand made contact with your clit languidly, taking their time, in no rush at all. Your sensitivity was through the roof already, but you pushed it aside to the best of your ability to enjoy her for as long as possible. 

She used all of the patterns you liked best, alternating between them as she dipped her head down to kiss your neck. You both loved and loathed the fact that she knew you so well; it was a bit embarrassing to be getting worked up again so easily, but god did it feel good. 

She moved in closer, raising her left hand to knead one of your breasts. The movement centered you between her arms, and it provided an added element of support. You were free to melt into her – to let yourself go. 

She rolled your nipple between her fingertips, toying with it as it hardened.

Her tongue slipped past her parted lips to lick across your skin in between kisses, swirling over the marks she left behind to soothe them.

“Sua, please,” you whispered breathlessly, shifting slightly. The waterline wavered, lapping a bit because of your movements. 

“How do you want it, baby?”

“I want your fingers,” you pleaded. “I need you inside.”

“Okay,” she whispered against your pulsepoint, as she obediently trailed her fingers down from your swollen, aching clit to your entrance. You were more than ready for her, and she could feel it from the very second she circled them over it. 

Desperation ruled you, clouding your mind; all you wanted was her. 

The whines that left your lips sold you out, each serving as its own plea for her to fuck you. On their own accord, your legs parted wider, falling open as far as the bounds of the tub would allow. 

Her fingers dipped inside of you with ease, and she didn’t waste anymore time teasing. Even if she had wanted to, she couldn’t have; the pulse of your walls was simply intoxicating. It spurred her on, luring her in further with every flutter and rush of warmth that came to surround her fingers. 

Wetness pooled in her own panties as well, leading her to unconsciously grind against the middle seam of her pants to attain relief in the meantime. 

"Can you take three, sweetheart?" She nibbled lightly on your ear, causing you to squirm helplessly. "Hmm? Will this pretty pussy stretch a little more for me?" 

Eager to please, you nodded vehemently, trapping your bottom lip tightly between your teeth. The move muffled your whimpers to a degree, but Sua heard every one of them. They were shuddered and broken – changing pitch when she finally slid another finger into you.

Your bare back met the soft material of her shirt when she pressed forward, transferring little droplets of water over to the fibers. 

Your mouth fell open when she pushed in knuckle-deep, curling them in time with the press of her palm to your clit. She took advantage of the opportunity presented and kissed you, greedily exploring your mouth as you sought air. All tongue and lips, she took what she wanted, making you melt into her and let her have her way. 

You could taste yourself on her when she deepened the kiss, and your legs instinctively closed around her hand, keeping her in place. You humped wantonly, inspired by the proud groan that resounded low in her throat. 

Water splashed roughly against the sides of the tub, some spilling over; but she simply leaned further into you and tightened her hold, cradling you close as you spiraled towards the edge of no control. 

Your heart pounded in your ears, so loudly that you feared she could hear it as clearly as you. 

The rush of warmth throughout your body – hot blood pumping through your veins, sent to each and every site that she touched you – brought even more blush to the surface of your heated skin. Flushed, desperate, yearning: you were a wreck for her in so many incredible ways. 

“Ah,” she sighed into your mouth, breaking the kiss but not pulling away, “just like that, baby. You’re close, aren’t you?” Her fingers curled within you, repeatedly rubbing up against your g-spot as a cocky smirk played on her lips. 

If you had been standing, your knees would’ve given out in a second. 

“Y-yes,” you struggled out, proud of yourself for managing even the simple confirmation.

“I can feel it,” she admitted, pressing a kiss to your chin, and then your jaw. “You’re taking me so well. So soft, begging for more.” The satisfaction in her low voice worked wonders for your praise kink, truth be told, and you nearly lost it at her words alone.

Her hand on your chest briefly came up to your mouth, and she extended two fingers, sliding them across your pillowy, kiss-bruised lips. “Open,” she commanded, watching over you from above. 

You did, and she pushed them inside, smiling to herself when you obediently swirled your tongue around them, coating them in your saliva. 

“Good girl,” she commended, appreciating how well you were listening. As much as she loved your bratty side – and taming it, more specifically – she couldn’t deny the hold that your submissiveness had on her.

With a wet pop, she drew her fingers out of your mouth and rubbed them against her thumb, coating it as well. She trailed them down to your other breast, finally offering it its own dose of attention as she rolled your nipple between them. 

You gasped when she pinched it, jutting your hips into the air on instinct. Your walls fluttered at the sensation as well, pulling her in deeper. 

This game she was playing with you, this push and pull, perfectly torturous, was just what you had been in need of all day. Where you ended and she began, you had no idea. The water blended everything together; your pleasure was hers, and hers yours. Every time you sank down onto her fingers, striding, leaping and bounding towards ecstasy, she grew closer, too. Due to her own grinding, her ruined panties had worked in between her folds, offering friction to her aching clit. Just from touching you, kissing you, holding you – she was so close.

She was simply under your spell. Enraptured, completely.

And realization dawned on you, then – like the Sun peeking out from behind a batch of clouds – that your headache was gone. Like the best kind of medicine, she was curing you.

Behind your eyelids, colors danced; her fingers flexed deep inside of you, pulsing, guiding them in their waltz like the maestro that she was. 

It didn’t take long for you to finally unwind, unraveling at your very seams with a sharp cry of her name. Surrounded by warmth – immersed in it, both inside and out – you fell into paradise. 

Time stopped for a few seconds, awarding you the opportunity to bask in the moment you had created together. Just as smoothly as the water, she coaxed you through it; and then the aftershocks, planting kiss after kiss against your skin, leaving even more marks in her wake. 

Your head fell back against her shoulder as you drew in deep breaths through your nose, attempting to return to normalcy. She eased out of you, careful and considerate along the way, and you shut your eyes again to calm your heart rate. 

The sound of her sucking her fingers clean of your slick was enough to spark up your desire again, so there’s truly no telling what would’ve happened if you had bore witness to it.

In your post-orgasmic haze, you reveled, holding onto the feeling for as long as humanly possible. Like the reward that it was, you savored it. Euphoria coursed through your frazzled mind, lapping at the edges of it like waves on a shore. You surrendered yourself to the bliss and sighed, feeling content. 

However, the sudden sound of pants hitting the floor brought you out of your reverie. 

Sua stood next to the tub in all of her glory, now naked from head to toe as her hands rested on her hips. She allowed you to gawk, because, frankly, watching you practically eye-fuck her was well worth it. 

“I’ll give you a choice, jagi, since tonight is all about you,” she spoke, when she noticed your tongue darting out of your mouth to wet your lips. 

“I’ll either join you in the tub for round two,” her head tilted to the side subtly as the notion brought a smile to her face, “or I can start prepping dinner.”

This wouldn’t be the first time she’s cooked naked, and the sight of her dressed in only an apron admittedly sent you a little wild, too. But could you pass up on her offer for another round?

You swallowed thickly, feeling overheated again with her brazen attention invested solely on you. 

“What’ll it be?”

‘My demise,’ you thought, though your lips instead declared an aroused, “Come here,” as you tugged her forward by the hand. 

Another splash of water was cast out of the tub as she tumbled into it, displacing itself in the name of making room for her. A high-pitched squeal pierced the air of the room, followed closely by her sweet laughter as she teased you for your eagerness. 

You chuckled, too, feeling the happiness bubble up in your chest as she wrapped herself around you and leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss. 

[spaceless-vacuum]

Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Legend of Zelda

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Fierce x reader, Yandere!Hylia x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 4462

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ the Fierce diety is observing the battlefield one last time before leaving to meet back up with Link. While in his own, he senses another presence behind him.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ third person pov, reader is there but isn't as sassy as they normally are, mentions of death, yandere behavior, Hylia makes moves on the reader and Fierce is left watching

As the first rays of daylight touched the field it was clear the battle was over. Nothing left to do but care for the wounded and to pay respects to the dead. Soldiers on both sides had faced each other valiantly. Even the deity had to acknowledge their strength of will. No one knew which side would pull through as the victor- even as the battle continued into the late hours of the night.

Bodies of hundreds littered the ground. Blood painted the field crimson. It would stay for most of the day. Until someone or something came by to clean the place up and offer solace to the dead. The spirit of war had no words. The casualties were heavy on both sides. It was war- people died all the time. Maybe it was his fault for feeling so attached this time.

He had wanted to see this place in the light. To see if it changed anything for him. He hoped the light of day would clean away the wash of war. All it did was allow him more time to brood. For all it was worth, many of the people on the field would have assumed he didn't care. They died without knowing how long the deity spent in his vigil. Wishing for safe travels to each.

He had counted each life lost and recounted their names if he could. For those he could not, it didn't erase the pride he felt at their contribution. They all served valiantly. Each soul would return to where they came from, and he would not be there for it. It was common practice for him to spend his sigil in silence. It was for this reason that he disregarded the presence that emanated from behind him until they spoke.

“Who might you be?” Fierce was not in the mood to answer. He had never heard this person speak before. He knew who they were only by their touch which guided lost souls. Lifting the stain from each battlefield he observed. Even so the old god could never consider them someone he knew.

Your power sank into the earth like blood and washed away souls in a torrent.The weight of all those that hung to the ground were carried off. There was a lingering hollow in his chest- something that clawed at him until he grew angry. The show was over and there was nothing left for him to stare at. The bodies were left where they laid and the true essence of each person was gone.

“Oh? So Hylia’s honoured pet finally chose to make an appearance.” Whatever excuse for manners he had left the moment you acted. The fierce deity turned his head to look you in the eyes. Your name had reached his ears once. He couldn't remember what it was as he never had the chance to meet you. It might have showed, how little interaction he had with others.

Your reputation had left him with the discrete information of how you had been placed into Hylia’s service. He knew that you werent the one who cemented yourself by her side. Regardless you remained ever so faithful throughout the years. It was a cosy spot to be; many tried to curry favour with the goddess for greater strength. You had been placed at her right hand for years with little to note about what it was that made you stay.

Hislooked you over,his eyes catching on all sorts of points of interest. Your clothing was a single piece of fabric. A regal robe of black and red cast across your body. A golden belt tied around your waist pulled the cloth tight. Almost accentuating what was there. A pin in the shape of a rose on one of your shoulders kept the fabric together. The rest of the robe hung loosely around your body.

You had a slight frown. You were none too happy at his comment but didn't look angry. He would have been. Interrupting his vigil might have been your intention, but upsetting him was not. If Fierce took a moment to think about it he wouldn't have made a snide comment. Being here was part of your proper domain. It was you who should have been slighted at him loitering while you did your job.

You turned your head away. No longer willing to meet his gaze. The deity held his breath. Did the comment hurt you? The silence was too much, each moment grew more uncomfortable as Fierce couldn’t figure out what to say or do. Apologising would be a good idea but he couldn't think of anything to say. He wished he hadn't upset you.

The sudden wave of anger was in his nature. The time he spent alone was supposed to be his own. Observing before moving was what he did to come to terms with it all. It ensured his soul left as well as the others. Taking only the memories and leaving the rest behind him. His harsh words served no one and he would take them back if possible.

In truth you were having your own moment of contemplation. No one had ever referred to you as being Hylia’s own. Him calling you her pet was hardly earned. Was that what you were known as to him, or did he gain that idea from another? Not a bad position to be in all things considered. The jester is second only to the king, as they say.

If everyone else chose not to see that you and Hylia were equals then that was their problem. If they saw you only by how the goddess kept you by her side, that was their issue. As if all of your power was drained from the moment she ensnared you. What a stupid idea. You had no problem doing your job- even if Hylia kept you by her side.

You were bound to her. No use in trying to fight against something as set in stone as her will. Your life would always be tangled with her own. That wasn't something to complain about. You clasped your hand together in a diluted gesture. Passed down from the one you spent all of your time around. Fierce wondered if you noticed how you picked it up from the spectre of light.

You stood hands clasped, head slightly bowed, eyes closed in an act of pure devotion. The action seemed to suit you. Fierce said nothing. Catching even the slightest details in his mind for later. How gentle your hands looked held together. Against the blood stained battle of the past this was something he wanted to remember. To look back on just to see how you glowed in comparison to the light around you.

He let his eyes wander. Following the lines of the fabric that clung to your body from your shoulders down to your hips; where the fabric draped across them in a rather interesting manner. He knows he's staring. Your eyes are closed and there's no way you caught him in the act. Yet the warrior can't shake the feeling that someone caught him looking at you.

You opened your eyes and froze. A look of surprise played over your face. Something had caught you unaware. Whoever it was lurking in the shadows would have to pay for upsetting you. This was the second deity to be caught off guard in this clearing this morning and he figured he knew why.

Could that woman really not afford you some time to relax? She treated you like a pet on a tight leash. It was a shame you had no time without her. It was a crime to let you have no freedom. If you needed someone to fight for you… he let the thought go. He could not insult you by acting like you had no power of your own. If you had fought for your freedom you would have it by now.

The deity moved closer to you and as you took a step back he took another forward. Marching until your back was against a tree and he was hovering over you. His eyes lacked the cold exterior that he had for others. It was clear to him there was something more to you. A rare glint of the gem that laid beneath the surface. What was it about you?

He covered the ground between the two of you in three paces. He was tall enough that you had to look up as he towered over you. His demeanour was not intimidating. He wasn't forcing you to stand still, and you could still move away. You stared straight ahead. His armour gleaned and you could see a bit of yourself in its reflection. It was a miracle that it wasn't more damaged from the battle last night.

The blush lining your face was such a sweet look to you. You mutter an apology too quiet to hear. Fierce leans in desperate to hear you speak again. Something so soothing to the soul would come from your voice. He knows he needs to exercise constraint. He was far too close for a casual conversation and there was already someone watching from the bushes.

While the goddess still lurked in the shadows it would be best to make his motives unknown. He moved away from you and the tree. He didn't take a step back but he forced himself to not hover. The goddess of light stowed you away like a treasure, and he could see why. It was terrible of her to hide you away, but he felt like he understood why. There was more to you then met the eye.

If you weren't in her hands things would be different. As it stood there was little to worry about. You two would see eachother again. At the end of each battle he would have something to look forward to. He couldn't help but smile. If all he had to do to see you again was kill in your name he would gladly do so. Even if that wretched beast would only try to tear you two apart she could only do so much.

The beauty in the world was that you two could do this song and dance for forever. Doomed to meet again even if every other force in the world would stand between you. A will so defiant even the goddess herself couldn't force the two of you apart. He nodded and stepped away. It was better to cut that line of thought down, and quickly too. He couldn't pick a fight with Hylia in her own land.

There were people in this land who he was sworn to protect. This was her territory and he would show her as much respect as any. The best thing he could do was act as if she wasn't here at all, not until she chose to reveal herself. It was only the two of you now. His eyes met yours. He had to say something but all he could think about was how anytime you left would be too soon for him.

“What are you doing here?” His words were soft. He didn't want you to mistake his harsh use of language as another attempt to insult. He knew about you from the time he had spent around Hylia but he didn't know more than a story. Your past life was a mystery to him. What has shaped you into the person you were today?

“My dominion is death. Guiding souls to the afterlife is part of my duty.” Fierce had known that already. Your face lit up with pride and joy. You looked happy to talk about what it was you did. He knew now why Hylia held you so close to her heart. It was a shame she kept you tied up all the time. What was a songbird if kept in a cage?

“I did not mean to offend you. This is by right, your domain. I hope you do not mind having me here while you work. It is a lonely office to be tied to the dead. To spend our time together would be a mercy after all we've been through.” Forcing the words out was not easy. Fierce took your hand and placed a kiss on the backside of it. A correction for his rude remark and for not treating you with the respect for someone of your position.

“I think you're right. It can be… lonely when working with the dead.” It was trouble finding the right words. You hardly noticed the time passing anymore. After dealing with the loss of someone important to you, dealing with death everyday had its charm. Was there this same feeling in the deity? A separation from you and your peers that was as bearable as it was lonely? You loved your work. You never minded the way Hylia was always there, but there was a pit in your stomach that won't go away.

“If I had known you two would make such quick friends I would have introduced you sooner.” Hylia didn't sound too pleased. She had taken her time showing up. Her interruption was at the perfect time. No way the conversation between the two of you could return to normal. She had put a wedge and forced the two of you to put all of your attention on her.

Fierce and Hylia regarded each other. Trying to figure out what the other was up to. Hylia had the upper hand. She was the one who has any way of knowing how you act. Fierce was not as close to you as she was, you might try to protect her, or try to stand in the other's way. Hylia may be ready for a fight but he had the upperhand in that arena. Her real asset was knowing who you would side with if this went south. If anyone was going to make the first move it had to be her.

Hylia’s gown appeared to have a layer of chainmail between the fabrics of her dress. Her outfit could be excused. This had been a battlefield. He was wearing armour as well after all. Except Fierce was far past the point of giving the goddess a benefit of a doubt. She had no use for that. The battle ended hours ago and no one was here except for you and him.

The goddess stood poised for a fight. Her defensive posture was not ideal, and he could break it if he tried- but the arrows she would rain down would hurt you as well. If they fought here you would be caught up in the crossfire. Neither could make a move without the risk of harming you. He didn't have any plan of fighting here. He would defend you without hesitation; but Hylia was not your enemy, so she wasn't his.

“You should honestly know better.” Hylia spoke and in a flash of light acted against Fierce. One blinding flash of light later and everything went dark for Fierce. Hylia didn't move. She didn't have to. She trusted her spell would work. It was the same one she used against you after all. It wasn't difficult to push him back where he belonged. Her plan was to drain the deity of power without him noticing. He was so distracted by you he never knew what hit him.

Her aim was just as true as it had always been. Hylia never would have shown herself if she hadn't already been up to something. If he wasn't so drained from fighting last night she never would have attempted it- but he pushed himself too far. A modified arrow meant to revert him back. Like what she did to you when you flew too far from home.

You yelled. In a flash you were by his side. Hylia could wait for you to come to terms with it. He had no pulse anymore anyways. You dropped to your knees where he was standing just a moment ago and found… a mask. Lying there. The markings painted on the surface matched up to the ones on his face. In fact it sort of resembled his face. The carved wooden mask seemed to hum from inside. He was trying to say something but it was taking a moment for him to recover from the blow.

“If you want to go for a walk with him you can. He’s conveniently travel-sized now.” Hylia was enjoying her victory. The first friend you've made in a while and Hylia doesn't want you around them. You picked up the mask. Something about it was so calming. He was just like you this way. Silent, broody, and just waiting until he can come out again. It got you thinking. Just how many other people had been lost in forms like these?

You look over at Hylia. Despite her remark she looks calm. You clutch the mask close to you chest as Hylia stalks towards the two of you.

“What did you do?” You ask. A chill dances across your spine. A shiver from time lost having been trapped in an object. Hylia leans over and places a kiss on the top of your head. Kneeling behind you she leans one arm over your shoulder and gently plucks the mask from your grip.

“Don't act so smug demon. You never would have been allowed to have them." Hylia looks at the mask in her hands with disdain. He wasn't all there. Something in the mask stirred and pulled at power. He wasn't planning on remaining here long. He would appear out again if she didn't act soon. She could feel his smug satisfaction through the painted wood. The way he beamed with pride over being held by you. He was enjoying himself for too much.

“Why it’s to see you too, Hylia! It's been so long since we've last spoken. Oh I’m fine- and you?” Fierce spoke through the wood. He’d known Hylia for a while now. Knew her and her game well enough. Her feelings were hurt. Shed keep playing until she felt better. Hylia looked to you. Why would you want to be with such an arrogant man? Honestly if you wanted attention she would have been more than happy to supply. She loves you, what better way to show that than toshow you?

“You turned him into a mask?” You were shocked. The expression on your face was priceless. So sweet and caring. Hylia laughed. She couldn't help it. You were always so snarky and sarcastic so seeing you like this? Still speechless from what you saw. Had she put the thought of transforming him as well as you into your head?

“No no, not at all! He's been stuck in this form for so long, some old punishment from some other god, I don't know who.” Hylia patted you on your shoulder and stood up.

“Just like I am then…” You move to stand but Hylia trips you. She hooks one of her feet around your ankle. The mask in her hand flickers. Something angry shines in its eyes for a moment before disappearing. At a glance you can tell he's paying close attention. The two of you had much more in common than you originally thought. No wonder he's so drawn to you. Hylia swoops down to save you, catching you in a dancer's dip.

“No no…” The goddess speaks deliberately. “A mask is such a brutish form. You deserve so much better…” She enjoyed having you by her side but something in her enjoyed this game even more. Competing with someone was only fun when they made it so. She wasn't threatened by Fierce. Just as she hadn't been threatened by First. Jealous of them of course but she could usher you home if it grew too much. You were so sweet. Too kind to those who had suffered. You saw something like Link in him. Someone who gave up so much to protect others.

You had the fire of passion around you. A blaze that could warm any who stood close enough. Maybe it was wrong of her to fight with Fierce over that but god how she enjoyed toying with her lover. The demon could wait his turn or ask for permission to join in on the fun. She couldn't simply leave it at that though. It was too sweet of an opportunity to tease the two of you. Leaving you burning ever hotter only for her to whisk you away.

Competing with Fierce brought something out in her. She talked in a low tone, something that was practically a whisper. Begging your attention just to be able to hear her. She raised her left hand, to one holding the mask, and carefully used it to lift your chin up. Her other arm wrapped around your pulling you close to her chest. “If I were to turn you into something to wear it wouldn't be a mask. What would you prefer?”

Shivers run up your spine and she coos at your response as she kisses your vulnerable skin. She layers kiss after kiss along your neck. Slowly working her way up. Soon she's up to your ear where she whispers into it. The wooden mask holds onto you. Grasping at your conscience and you have to shield yourself from the touch of it. Hylia moves down to your neck and bites down, not hard, but enough to leave a mark.

Her hand not holding the mask moves down to the small of your back. Your face burns from heat. Fierce waits in his mask unsure of what to do. His ability to come outside the mask was dampened by Hylia’s magic but not enough to stop him. He could slip out, or he could wait to see if she would put the mask over you. If she put the mask on you he could take control, but that would leave him in Hylia’s arms.

Moving the mask she runs it over the top of your head and brings it down. Keeping the bottom of the mask away the top half rests against your face. This leaves Fierce unable to take control but aware enough to feel you. He can feel your conscious rest close to his. Something about the experience leaves him unable to control his thoughts. Hylia begins to lower the mask.

Just one more second- and before he can even control his anger the mask is torn away. Hylia threw the mask to the side. It landed in a pile of leaves a few feet away. The goddess got what she wanted in the end. She got you. He watches her run her hands along your sides before pulling you into a hug. You form phases out for a moment and she makes no effort to let go of the sword now held tightly against her chest.

“Just what am I going to do with you?” Hylia sounded happy, but you couldn't tell if she was talking to you or Fierce. You looked up and saw her blushing quite a bit. You've been drained quite a bit. Being put back in this form was always limiting. It was good that you already moved all the souls away or else you would be in trouble. As it stood there was little left to do. Your consciousness slipped away and you fell asleep.

Fierce can hardly control his anger. It slips out in waves of energy. He looks you up and down for any sign of distress. There was none. Now that you're a sword it doesn't feel strange to stare. You shine in the light of the goddess. He watches the black blade gleam red as the light hits it just right and wonders how it would feel to wield you in his hands. You’d certainly pair well with him. He'd have to look for you at the end of every battle, he wouldn't be able to rest without seeing you one more time.

“When will you send them down again?” Fierce asks, Hylia pretends not to hear at first. Turning you in her hands as she examines your blade.

“When do you think you'll learn your lesson?” Hylia asks absentmindedly. Playing the fool fit her. Fierce took several deep breaths and calmed down. You had been so close. For a moment he could feel your soul link up with his. He wasn't sure what he'd turn into if he transformed you into his vessel. He wouldn't try to, but the idea was tempting. Calm now Fierce thinks about Hylia’s question.

“For someone like that? I don't think I ever will.” Hylia sets the blade flat against her palm and checks to see if you are truly asleep- you are. She had been draining your energy the whole time she held you. Best to do it while you’re unaware. You'd never let her sleep if she tried it any other way. It took longer than she would have wanted. You were growing stronger.

“Please mind your manners. They're taken.” Hylia wasn't as angry as she sounded. Her and Fierce were on good terms. His actions here were harmless. She could allow him to see you again once in a while. It was just that the fear in her chest wouldn't leave whenever she saw you with someone else. Her actions this evening were innocent. It was meant to pull you close and show how you were in love. Maybe she had overdone it. She wasn't a fan of public displays but it felt nice.

Fierce felt a twinge of guilt. The goddess loved you. She would never treat you wrong. He was sure that however it seemed the lady of light loved you with everything she had. He could have been nicer and helped their alliance. That would have allowed him time with you so long as the goddess was happy, but it didn't feel right. You were your own person and could make your own choices. The people talking had no say in the life that was created for you.

He watched the goddess leave, taking you with her. There was nothing he could do. His mask was still on the ground. If Link didn't come by soon to pick him up he would leave this place himself. Without the magic Hylia was throwing at him it was much easier to support his own form. There was time to wait. He was determined to see you again and had an easy way to make that happen.

Killing was what he was made to do.

[sporesgalaxy]

Hello! Sorry to bother just wanted to tell you how much I adore your stuff! with Isaac(ADORABLE), Nightmare Caleb, your Evelyn (she’s so cute), and other golden guards (Tomas is so badass and cool). We with a friend in discord literally just sat down and for few hours scrolled through your tumblr page (navigations was tough but I hope I didn’t missed too much) to find as much as we could find and it was absolutely amazing. You write characters in such believable manner, your sketches always contain so much pure emotion! At some point I literally had a thought that we share same brain cell or something, THAT much your vision were similar to ours. In that regard I really couldn’t help but try contacting you to tell you about all that and maybe learn some more! Sorry again if that’s too much, but yeah, you’re awesome :3

Thank you so much!!!! I really enjoyed the comments you left in your tags as well ^_^ It's so nice to know the stuff I made still gets revisited, and it's even more amazing to hear that you and your friend liked and appreciated it so much!!! I'm delighted to hear that we're on the same wavelength!!! :D

Sorry if all my overlapping tags confused you, my TOH offshoots and ocs and AUs did get a little out if hand, haha.

I'll list links to all my relevant tags below the cut so you'll know for sure if there's anything you haven't seen yet! But also feel free to ask about anything that I haven't posted about!

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For all posts about the Grimwalkers I made up, you can check out my "thomas n friends" tag

(you've seen some of these posts already, but idk if you've seen all of them...? I just added a couple of old posts about Chance that I hadn't tagged before)

& Nightmare Caleb has his own tag as well

AND I have even more misc. original Wittebanes stuff in a tag as well :)

[husbandomail]

💌 incoming matchup request 💌

fandoms: yugioh dm & bnha

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

matchup preference: none !

personality: i’d say i wear my heart on my sleeve, i love very loudly (and i need it in return i cannot do nonchalance 😭) and i’m the most happy when i’m with my friends. i love to help people and make them laugh ; i’m the sassy friend with no filter. despite this though, as much as i say “communication is key” when something bothers me i shut down and shut everyone, except maybe 2 people i trust. i’m pretty sensitive, i overthink a lot, extremely self critical and tend to assume the worst about people.

misc: i love love love the color pink, cute animals, fashion, makeup, music, dancing, and have a knack for true crime! i love to know other people’s opinions on things and having conversations based on that.

thank you so much in advance! you rock! x 💕💞

I think you’d go well with Denki Kaminari!

You say that you need to be loved as intensely as you love others, and he would be really good for that— he’s incredibly upbeat and intense, perfectly able to match your energy. He’s loud, energetic, and the perfect example of a golden retriever boyfriend; he greets you with a massive, bone-cracking hug every time he sees you, no matter how long you’re together. If you’re looking for someone to love you with unstoppable force, he’s the one. He also loves the sassier side of your personality; as cute and pink as you are, it catches him off-guard the first time he hears you snark back at someone— he doubles over laughing, and by the time he catches his breath again, he knows he’s in love.

Kaminari may seem like a head-empty type and, for the most part, he can be. But that doesn’t mean he’s not sensitive to you; he’s so in-tune with you and your typical behavior, he can tell when your jokes are a performance instead of coming from somewhere legitimate in your heart. He might be awkward about it the first few times he tries to comfort you, but Denki does his best— admittedly, you shutting him out when you’re struggling would be a maaaajor stressor, because how is he supposed to help you if you won’t talk to him? And since he’s such an intense personality, he might accidentally overwhelm you when you’re already upset— he legitimately wants to help in whatever way works for you, be it distracting you from your thoughts or leaving you to ‘em. At least let him know what’s going on, and he’ll do his best to cooperate.

Also— he is absolutely the type to do cringey matching couples’ things. He starts matching his outfits to yours, no matter how frilly you’re dressed for the day. He also very easily gets caught up in talking, so it’s good that you like to listen about people’s interests, because he can ramble for hours; of course, don’t think it’ll be a one-sided conversation, because he’s just as invested in anything you have to say. I think you’d get along well!

[skitskatdacat63]

misc lore drop day 21/?

Yesterday, when I was talking about gloves, I accidentally kept in “and rings” too even though I didn’t write anything about them oops! Side note, I love including little details like this because I think it adds a lot, and I love for everything to be significant. But MAN, it is the most annoying thing ever to research. It’s just really tough to find information pertaining specifically to this era. So at some point, I have to give up a bit and hand wave away the possible historical accuracies. Forgive me!!

I still haven’t researched enough as I’d like, because as I said, it’s a difficult thing to research, but I think it’d be fun if vettonso were very into ring symbolism. Such as wearing complicated statement rings that say certain things about them. Both in position and also detail, like man, they would have the most pretentious, gaudy ass rings ever. Seb is pretty into esoteric information so I think he’d enjoy putting a lot of significance into what fingers he wears rings on. I just imagine him pouring hours of time into research, for example what fingers Greeks associated with which gods. And then later proudly flaunting his hand in front of people, but they’re like “oh pinky ring very nice,” and he’s all pouty for the rest of the day, like man, don’t they get it!? And then Fernando, a man who cares desperately about his image, comes into his life, Fernando who also seems to care deeply about ring symbolism. 

Also, back then there were rings called posie(posy? poesy??) rings, which were simple golden rings with inscriptions on them. And they were given between lovers, often used to communicate secret messages of love between the two(here are some examples) For these two, that’s the ye old sexting. Seb just giving Fernando 10 rings in a month that all are like “LOVE ME” “ACCEPT ME” “LET ME IN YOUR BREECHES” “MEET ME IN THE GARDEN AT MIDNIGHT” Fernando giving him one back that just simply says, “control thyself.” 

Also. Weddings rings of course :) can't forget those

[elucienweekofficial]

AO3 Collection・Instagram・Twitter・Masterlist

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2023! We are so grateful to everyone who took the time to create content and engage with the week!

We'll be keeping an eye on any stragglers in the tags and updating the masterlists accordingly. Also stay tuned for one final surprise from the moderators before we finish out the week officially 👀

📝Fics:

Lead Me Into the Light by @velidewrites

A Blaze in the Dark by @the-lonelybarricade

Meet Me at Midnight by @starfall-spirit

Ars Amatoria by @fieldofdaisiies

DILF Daydreamin' by @labellefleur-sauvage

Elucien hate sex by @darklove9314-blog

I'll Take You To The Boba Shop by @areyoudreaminof

I Was Enchanted To Meet You by @c-e-d-dreamer

The Fire Won't Burn Me by @separatist-apologist

I can't face reinvention (I haven't met the new me yet) by @midnightmasterpiece

Weightless by @asnowfern

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don't touch) by @belabellissima

Both Forever and Rather Die by @foundress0fnothing

Love on Water Lillies by @vulpes-fennec

The Fox in the Garden by @writtenonreceipts

Across the Stars by @velidewrites

The Highland Fox and The English Rose by @labellefleur-sauvage

lost in your current (like a priceless wine) by @a-novel-blog

Modern AU Spicy Prompt Fill by @aldbooks

Frost and Fire by @aldbooks

🎨Art:

Flyboy Lucien and Naboo Senator Elain by @stickyelectrons

"Oh~there you are...♡" by @witchlingsandwyverns

Elucien embracing by @fieldofdaisiies

Elucien sleeping beauty AU by @devilsnightz

fluff!Elucien by @brielyasmin

The Boba Shop AU - comissioned by @separatist-apologist from artist @zolyna_

The Great Elucien - comissioned by @iambutmortal from artist @/vinc_ry

Las Vegas Wedding AU by @cursebrkr

Elain and Lucien | Outlander Inspired - comissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/artcraawl

Modern Rio de Janeiro and Cyberpunk São Paulo by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Domestic Elucien sketch by @corcracrow

Anakin and Padme Elucien by @wittyrejoinder

Elucien secret garden vibes by @dopeartisanprincess

sleepy by @laxibbeb

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra by @afoliveira

Furry AU by @mei_lfong

Elucien WIP by @mossytrashcan

Sith Elain and Jedi Lucien - comissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from @witchlingsandwyverns

Elucien 80s fashion - commissioned by @sanktadu and artist @lib-arts

Lucien VanBowser and Princess Elain - comissioned by @kingofsummer93 from artist @carasalexandra

Golden Hour - comissioned by @foreverinelysian from artist @tropicoola

🎶Misc:

ELAIN & LUCIEN: MODERN AU moodboard by @octobers-veryown

Court of Ties and Destinies tiktok in English and in Portuguese by @lloorryy

Her Burning Light moodboard and drabble by @sunshinebingo

Reasons why Elucien is happening by @elucienhasmywholeheart

Elucien quotes: 1, 2, 3, and 4 by @ofduskanddreams

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If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to one of our event runners!

🎨: mallorydraws

[avas-wonderland]

Fictional Others (F/O) List (wip)

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🌻Uncomfortable Sharing

🌷Okay With Sharing

💖Romantic

💎Platonic

🌸Familial

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MAIN F/OS

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💖🌻Yasuhiro Hagakure (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) Tag: Yasuhiro🔮 | Married 2/14 | Ship Tag: Psychedelic

💖🌷Koichi Zenigata (Lupin The Third) | Tag: Zenigata💛 | Married 5/ | Ship Tag: Iced Coffee

💖🌷Beowulf (Skullgirls) | Tag: Beowulf🐺 | Married 9/25 | Ship Tag: Bark At The Moon

💖🌻Zucker (Animal Crossing) | Tag: Zucker 🍡| Married 8/11 | Ship Tag: Lazy Love

💖🌷Gakupo Kamui | Tag: Gakupo💜 | Married | Ship Tag: Go Google It

💖🌻Zangetsu (Bloodstained) | Tag: Zangetsu⚔️♥️ | Married 11/ | Ship Tag: Salut D’Amour

💖🌷Gojo Satoru | Tag: Gojo💙🤍🖤 | Married 1/1 | Ship Tag: Golden Hour

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MISC F/OS

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DANGANRONPA

💎Makoto Naegi | Tag High Hopes

💎Kiyotaka Ishimaru | High Achiever

JUJUTSU KAISEN

💎🌸Yuji Itadori | Tag: Special Grade Son

FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN’

💖🌻Luci (oc) | Tag: Luci🕶️ | Ship Tag: Rhinestones and Leather

💎BF and GF | Tag: Funky Friday

💎Daddy Dearest | Tag: Rockstar Uncle

SHALL WE DATE : THE NIFLHEIM

💖🌷Philippe

TEAM FORTRESS 2

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💎

💎

SCOTT PILGRIM

💖🌷Lucas Lee | Tag: Lucas🛹 | Ship Tag: Switch Ollie Spotlight

TRIGUN

THE NEVERHOOD

VOCALOID

DUNGEON MESHI

COOKIE RUN

ZIG AND SHARKO

HAPPY TREE FRIENDS

SCOPOPHOBIA STUDIOS

💖🌷John Doe |

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BLACK BUTLER

💖Baldroy | Tag: Baldroy🥘 | Ship Tag: Chef’s Special

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

💖🌷Kinger | Tag: Kinger♟️

💎Ragatha | Tag: Patch and Stitch

💎Pomni | Tag: Balancing Act

BLOODSTAINED

💎Miriam | Tag: Crystallized Companion

NANBAKA

💖🌷Qi | Tag: Qi💜🧪 | Ship Tag: Wildflowers

LUPIN THE THIRD

MANDRAKE BOYS

THE WALTEN FILES

THE VAMPIRE DIES IN NO TIME

💖🌷Ronaldo | Tag: Ronaldo⚰️♥️ | Ship Tag: Premier Amour

💎Draluc | Tag: Dead And Loving It

MAKURA NO DANSHI

JOJOS BIZZARE ADVENTURE

💖🌷Muhammad Avdol |

TWISTED WONDERLAND

🌸💎Riddle Rosenheart, Ace Trappola | Tag: Unbirthday Bash

💎 | Tag: Underworld Crew

| Tag: Fairest Friends

💎Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, | Tag: Under The Sea

POKEMON

💖🌷Milo (Sword & Shield) | Tag: Milo🐑 | Ship Tag: Farmhands

💖🌷Cyrus (Diamond & Pearl) | Tag: Cyrus | Ship Tag: Heart Of The Galaxy

💖🌷Professor Jacq (Scarlet & Violet) | Tag: Jacq📒💜 | Ship Tag: Rosa Dolce

💖🌷Adaman (Legends Arceus) | Tag: Adaman💎 | Ship Tag: Sparkling Diamonds

UNDERTALE/DELTARUNE

💖🌷Mettaton | Tag: Mettaton🖤💖✨ | Ship Tag: Center Stage!

💖🌷Roulxs Kaard | Roulxs🔷 | Ship Tag: Casse Tête Du Diamant

💎 Sans and Papyrus | Tag: Bonedoggle

🌸💎Toriel and Asgore | Tag: No Place Like Home

SEDUCE ME

💖🌷Damien Anderson | Tag: Damien🧡 | Ship Tag: Let Me Be Your Wings

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SCRATCHIN MELODII

💖🌷Synthz McWave | Tag: Synthz📀 | Ship Tag: Grease Poppin’

TANKMEN

💖🌷 Captain John | Tag: Captain John🤍🖤 | Ship Tag: Tango Foxtrot

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CUPHEAD

💖🌷: Goopy Le Grande | Tag: Goopy🥊 | Ship Tag: Ruse of an Ooze

💖🌷Blind Specter | Tag: Blind Specter🚂 | Ship Tag: Train To Nowhere

PIZZA TOWER

💖🌷PizzaHead | Tag: Pizzahead🌀🍕 | Ship Tag: Mio Amato

💎Peppino Spaghetti, The Noise and Gustavo | Tag: Tower Tussle

MARIO PC PORT

💖🌷MX | Tag: MX | Ship Tag: PowerDown

REGRETEVATOR

💖🌷Pilby | Tag: Pilby🐛🤍 | Ship Tag: SillyStars

💎Infected | Tag: Tough Guys Wear Pink

💎Lampert | Tag: TBA

💎Spud | Tag: Bucket Bud

💎Bive | Tag: Espresso Thesis

💎Poob | Tag: Confetti Cake

💎Split | Tag: Bananas Foster

💎Mach | Tag: Mauve Magic

💎Dr Retro | Tag: What’s Up Doc?

💎Reddy | Tag: TBA

💎Unpleasant | Tag: Stinky Sigma

ZARDY’S MAZE

💖🌷Zardy | Tag: Zardy🎃 | Ship Tag: Trick And Treat

DAVE’S FUN ALGEBRA CLASS

💖🌷Dave | Tag: Dave💙| Ship Tag: love.rom

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[felinedetached]

🍄❄️ 🦴 gday banshee

DJ!!! Afternooon <3

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Oh god uh. I love the idea of Sakura & Ino keeping their competitiveness even when they get together! With much less vitriol involved, of course, but like. Competing over who's team will pass the Chuunin exams first when they're both Jounin instructors - stuff like that.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

SO this depends on the fandom! For BNHA which I don't read a huge amount for anymore I love stories that deal with Izuku's stalkerish tendencies! I don't really have a dream author I think, because I've read a few already and most of them were great! I'd just like to see more.

For ATEEZ I just want more fics that deal with the lore! More specifically: I don't like the direction the lore headed with Golden Hour, and so I'd love to see a fic that took the lore the direction I thought it was going to head - with ATEEZ heading back to World A after destroying the chromer & immediately trying to figure out how to prevent World A from becoming World Z. Like, okay, I know this was unrealistic because this IS coming from a corporation and what corporation would ever write actual rebellion and anarchy in a way that actually works, but I had hopes!! I have no real dream writer for this either, mainly because I have already internalised that if I want to read this I'm going to have to write it myself.

Oh also Gothic horror. I'd just love to see more people writing Gothic horror in general.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Oh, SO many. You have opened pandora's box.

Music/MVS: - Sweet Juice, Purple KIss - Phantom, WayV - Don't Stop, Ateez (unfortunately this MV only exists in 480p now) - Halazia, Ateez - The World Ep.1: Movement, Ateez - Guilty, Taemin - Blood, Sweat & Tears, BTS - Deja Vu, Dreamcatcher - Chill Kill, Red Velvet - Animal Farm, Bibi - Grand Romantic Life, Mom Rock - Don't You Dare Forget The Sun, Get Scared - Cradle, The Joy Formidable - Thumbs, Sabrina Carpenter - Six Feet, Patent Pending

Books: - The Gloaming, Kirsty Logan - Wilder Girls, Rory Power - The Raven Cycle, Maggie Stiefvater - The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien - Frankenstein, Mary Shelley - Dragonsbane, Patricia C. Wrede - The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

Shows/Movies: - Addams Family (original tv series + 1990s movies) - The Magicians - The Untamed - The Sandman - The Witcher - All Of Us Are Dead - Castlevania - Derry Girls - Hotel del Luna - Spirited Away - Princess Mononoke - She-ra - Violet Evergarden

Misc: - Betrayal at the House on the Hill (board game) - Outlaw Kings and Rebellion Chic by Alister MacQuarrie - The poetry of Siegfried Sassoon, but especially Glory of Women and The Hero

All of this is just off the top of my head, or stuff I could look over at my bookshelf and go "oh yeah, that" about. I'm sure there's a lot more that's inspired me in my life, including probably half of the stuff we read and watched in high school — The Great Gatsby, Atonement, Pride & Prejudice, Macbeth etc — but this is the stuff memorable enough to stay with me!

There's also an incredibly large amount of fanfiction that changed my life once I read it, and so many that I've literally sent to friends with the caption "I want to write like this". So to other fanfic authors: I love you.

Writers truth or dare asks!

[double-j]

*STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE DECEMBER WEEK 4 MASTERLIST*

[FOR ALL FICS, CHECK THE STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE TAG]

*reminder to please heed the author’s warnings on individual fics!*

~ splitting the list up into weeks this month because the post editor has been giving me a hard time ~

TGM: JAKE HANGMAN SERESIN FICS

make me forget from @a-reader-and-a-writer

she is both hellfire and holy water p. 7 from @chemistryread

what to expect p. 9 & p. 10 from @topguncortez

the one that never stopped loving him from @/fandomxpreferences

i trusted you & grenade & hellfire and holy water from @/fandomxpreferences

operation apollo p. 15 from @/sunlightmurdock

my girl p. 10 from @/ereardon

lemon flavored seltzer water from @/jupitercomet

tis the damn season from @hufflepuffprincesse

jealous jake and the other sleepover buddy from @seresinhangmanjake

signed away p. 11 from @/seresinhangmanjake

pad see ew and parking spots from @withahappyrefrain

TGM: BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW FICS

and so it goes from @laracrofted

concerned neighbor from @mothdruid

the deployment diaries p. 18 & p. 19 from @roosterforme

secret santa from @/a-reader-and-a-writer

baby, let's play house p. 1 & p. 2 from @seasonsbloomm

good enough from @auroracalisto

lady of the night p. 1 from @fandomxpreferences

oops p. 4 from @/fandomxpreferences

safe and sound p. 3, p. 3.5, & p. 4 & p. 5 from @/fandomxpreferences

take it out on me from @disturbedbeautywrites

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🍋 chocolate lemon sugar cookies recipe 🍪

based on the 'crisp sugar cookie' recipe from "The Cookie Cookbook" (1966) by deloris kitchel clem

ingredients

cookies:

1/2 cup (~125g or 1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature

1 cup (~200g) granulated sugar

2 eggs

1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 tablespoon (lactose-free) milk

~2 1/2 cups (~310g) all-purpose flour, sifted (+ more for rolling)

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

zest of 2 lemons

icing:

1 egg white

~250g powdered sugar

juice of 1 lemon (but probably less)

misc:

like 2 big bars of dark chocolate...

directions

cookies:

cream the butter (i used a hand mixer)

add sugar to creamed butter and mix well

add eggs, vanilla extract, and milk; mix

gradually add sifted flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and lemon zest. Dough hooks will come in handy here as the mixture will be very thick. You can adjust the amount of flour to get to the right consistency

wrap the dough in plastic / wax paper / parchment paper and let chill in the fridge until firm. If it's still too soft after an hour or two, you can take it out and mix in more flour

preheat oven

flour your work surface AND ROLLING PIN

divide the dough in 4 or 5 and roll out one piece at a time until about 1/2 cm or 1/4 inch thick (doesn't matter too much tho...). Keep the other pieces of dough to the fridge so it stays firm. When rolling out the dough, keep moving it around so it doesn't stick to your work surface. Work quickly and sprinkle more flour if it gets too sticky

use whatever cookie cutters you want to cut out your cookies and arrange them on a parchment paper lined baking sheet (or other non stick surface). You can place them relatively close together since they shouldn't spread out too much, though they spread more if they are thicker.

bake at 200°C / 390°F until golden around the edges (should take about 6-12 minutes depending on how big your cutters are and how thick you rolled it. Just keep an eye on it while rolling & cutting the next batch, it goes real fast)

transfer cookies to a cooling rack and let them cool off

finely break up the chocolate and melt it

while keeping the chocolate warm (i put the bowl inside a bigger bowl half filled with hot water), dip the cookies in the chocolate and let cool on a sheet of parchment paper (or other non-stick surface)

icing:

beat the egg white until a little frothy

gradually mix in powdered sugar, scraping the sides of the bowl with a spatula every once in a while

add lemon juice to taste. Thicken with more powdered sugar for outline consistency, or thin it out with more lemon juice for flood consistency

shove it in a piping bag or bottle or whatever you want and decorate your cookies when the chocolate has hardened (or just slap it on with a spoon. that works too)

let the icing harden for 30min up to a few hours and store your cookies in an airtight container