#( ☆ ) ⸻ DUSK / verse.

[milk-and-trickery]

@blacksapphiire Walking along the Hollyberry kingdom a certain creature made of deciet was disguised as a regular citizen walking along the path.He was in the crowd making coversations with another while keeping eye on a certain scholar.

He'd been out and about on his own. It was a vacation that was much needed. A getaway from the bureaucracy of the Vanilla Kingdom with the consul, their machinations and the whims of the Creme Republic.

Sure some.. things had happened since their arrival a few days ago. But Hollyberry, her family, and the people of the kingdom had been strangely welcoming.

It was early in the morning, however. And he had not wanted to wake Pure Vanilla from his slumber yet. Blueberry Yogurt knew they got cranky if woken before they wanted to get up. Thankfully, their creations.. the sheep wolves were happy to fill the space while the scholar decided to entertain himself at the early morning markets. Even pick up a few things for a surprise when Pure Vanilla woke up.

But something... something was off.

He felt something familiar.

That can't be right, not at all. He was certain they had accounted for all of the Spires' creatures when they sealed it, and those that hadn't.. they were with him and Pure Vanilla now. Contained, for the most part.

While he kept his main set of eyes occupied on his current task.. the others were looking around him. All before locking onto the source of the feeling.

Sure, to most, it looked like a normal cookie. An average Holliberrian.. But that feeling was unmistakable.

Blueberry Yogurt swallowed before slowly turning, making eye contact.

[theonlytwoalive]

starter for @resplendentdare

Theo knew this change was coming, he just thought he had more time. He knew from a young age that he was a vampire, but was told it wouldn't happen until adulthood. It was after their seventeenth birthday when they started noticing the little differences. No longer being able to see his own reflection, his skin becoming pale, the baby fangs coming through. Theo was finding it all very overwhelming, but he was used to feeling wrong in his own body.

At school, Theo tried to appear normal despite the feeling that everyone was watching him and knew his secret. They had to start wearing sunglasses outside as the sun was becoming an annoyance to them. Maybe everyone just thought they were trying out a new look, they hoped that's what it was.

Finishing the school day with nothing of note happening Theo made his way over to Saskia's house. He visited her most nights, having to climb through the other's window as her parents wouldn't allow her to have visitors.

Theo tapped on Saskia's window, gesturing to the roof. The two of them would go and sit on the roof quite often, it was a place where they could just talk and feel at ease with one another.

Once the two of them made their way to the roof, Theo sat down and looked over at Saskia. She looked stunning in the moonlight, the glow of the sky illuminating her face. "How was your day? Mine was weird, people were staring at me all day," Theo said as he moved closer to Saskia. "I started to think I had something on my face or something," he added as he let out a chuckle.

[maybeiwasjustjade]

Upcoming ACOTAR fics: Little Sprout Verse

A series of one-shots set before, during, and after Koschei’s War, and mostly focuses around Tamlin and his various relationships as the years change.

Set twelve years after the events of HOFAS (bare knowledge necessary), and nearly three after the end of Koschei’s War, Prythian has entered an era of peace unseen since the days of King Fionn himself.

To an outsider, anyway. The reality isn’t as pretty.

The Seasonal Courts have finally found a balance in their coexistence. Autumn finds itself in an era of prosperity and growth under its newly crowned High Lord. Summer staggered at first, but with the finalization of its codified equality laws and a first successful season of its Council of Voices, High Lord Tarquin’s dreams are soon to be a reality. Winter has welcomed a new heir—a son, to join their growing family.

Spring has been revitalized, nearly comparable in splendor to how it was in the years before Amarantha. Cities have been rebuilt, and more and more of Spring citizens have returned from their refuge. Century-long alliances respected; a family reunited at last. And soon, its citizen will celebrate in the most grand celebration: the upcoming nuptials between their beloved High Lord and High Lady.

The Solar Courts, however, have increasingly found themselves in disarray. Though Day prospers as it always has, High Lord Helion finds himself heartbroken over the discovery and subsequent rejection of his only son, who has returned to Spring. Dawn stands strong in its neutrality, but chaotic forces from the north seek to destabilize their hard-earned peace.

A rebellion has formed in the far north. Citizens have fled in dead night, with no traces to be found. Dead, maimed males found scattered over the Illyrian Steppes. Natural disasters ravage the western bank of Night. The Night Court stands alone, its Inner Circle fractured beyond repair as sides are drawn, and mating bonds break. The newly risen Dusk Court has returned to stake its claim on what is rightfully theirs.

The agreed biennial High Lords meeting is soon upon them. A recon mission gone wrong has resulted in multiple hostages in the hands of Night’s sworn enemy. Grudges will be settled; recompense will be delivered. For the High Lady of Spring is out for blood.

[ki-pulse]

    ". . .do I look like a caveman. . . ?"

[familylightfox]

Struggling to write so I got to drawing instead. Little bit of a preview for a new reference sheet for Gibbous. Don’t let that innocent face fool you, she will absolutely latch onto an ankle with her shark teeth.

[allurlsaregone-blog]

“Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; And the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.”

‭‭Psalm‬ ‭141‬:‭2‬ ‭KJV‬‬

[resplendentdare]

Semi-plotted starter for @theonlytwoalive.

The club's music was pounding in Saskia's ears, almost deafening her but it was one of the best places for her to hunt; nobody would notice someone going missing until the early hours of the morning and by then, she would be long gone.

Her life had changed dramatically after she had her transformation against her will, now she was completely consumed by her bloodlust and desire to take revenge on anyone who'd hurt her, and taken away her choice to live her life.

Taking her victim outside to the dark and dingey side street outside the club, she pushed him against the brick wall and began kissing his neck before her fangs dug into the sensitive skin, giving her the one thing she truly wanted.

She was interrupted by a voice, causing her to drop the body. "If you don't mind, I don't like to be interrupted during my meal."

[deathsconsort]

@flamesofday said "the words i cannot say are etched into my soul"

the afternoon had been spent riding pegasuses; nesta with calista and lucien with a golden one who was yet unclaimed by a valkyrie. whether it was flying through the air or racing on land, nesta could never imagine anything else would compare. now the two sat on a grassy hill overlooking the sea with the two pegasuses alternating between grazing and basking in the sun. the wind had made a decent amount of strands come loose from nesta’s braid. she unraveled the braid and combed through her hair with her fingers before lounging back on her hands. her head tilted up to allow the sun to warm her skin and she breathed in the sea air, letting it relax her entirely. no one spoke between them, but nesta could feel eyes on her. she opened her eyes and looked over to find lucien staring at her. “what is it? i don’t have something in my hair do i?” she was sure she didn’t since she just combed through it.

“the words i cannot say are etched into my soul.”

for a moment she stops breathing and her mouth goes dry. her eyes remain on him and she has to remind herself to breathe. “what if they are words i long to hear?” her feelings for lucien grew steadily during his time in her court. a friendship had formed between them first and it developed into something more on nesta’s end. the build up was so gradual she didn’t realize her feelings for him until one afternoon the two of them were at a cafe and a few other fae were ogling him. one of them had the nerve to approach him and that’s when nesta was slammed with an ugly wave of jealousy. a feeling she absolutely loathed and one she wasn’t unfamiliar with. the feeling followed her late into the evening back in the palace.

it dredged up memories during her relationship with cassian, how before they had even gotten together she would get hit with a pang of jealousy at another female flirting with him. not only did her feelings for lucien frighten her, but so did the possibility of what could happen if she tried pursuing a relationship with him. what if the feelings aren't reciprocated or worse they are and they get into a relationship only for her to end up with a broken heart again. her heart had been gutted out of her chest and shredded by wolves after cassian. so much so she vowed she wouldn’t let someone melt her icy heart again. needless to say a fire wielding fae managed to do just that. however, she refused to be the one to acknowledge those feelings first. she would only act on them if lucien were to make the first move.

“what’s making you hold back what you want to say?”

[starvingtongue]

ooc; doooo I make a Summoner AU for Leblanc?

[milk-and-trickery]

@the-light-of-truth - Liked for a Starter! (Read More for Episode 8 spoilers)

So.. this was an airship.

The wind felt strange in his icing. Everything.. well, felt strange. Like he'd been awoken from a neigh endless nap in lonesome darkness. Here he stood, looking over the land of Beast-Yeast from the air. The lands where the Spire lay were now behind them. Fallen back to ruin with the lack of it's master to fuel it..

A master that now stood here, hands on the railing as he looked out with one gold eye, and one blue eye over the near endless continent.

They were on a slow return to Crispia, funny.. how he stood here and not fleeing into the shadows with the minions that called out to him. He.. thought back to where they might be...

Oh well. Perhaps they'll find their way to him, try to 'convince' him that this was not 'what he wanted'. That this wasn't 'him'. Oh.. how naive they were. He.. rage.. his.. anger at his loss, was born of fear. Born of the fear of.. being alone again. Something that only He understood, which was the truth.

That moment of being one, his soul was laid bare to Pure Vanilla Cookie.

And it's what led to to his point. Returning, with the ones he once called enemy, to a land he had not set foot on in ages.

The eyes in the darkness of his icing however spotted movement. Blinking, locking onto the figure moving up behind them.

"Hmmm?" He blinked his main set of eyes, turning around to face the figure.

".. Pure Vanilla Cookie?" He thought they'd be down below, resting. They had collapsed before the Spire was set to collapse by using so much power..

"Is.. something wrong? You should be resting."

[beneaththedunes]

@purelyradiating 🤍'd for a one-liner.

❝ Oh, ah, I'm afraid that photograph will only come out all white ... ❞

[ki-pulse]

-- a closed starter for @hearthtales

    His head grows heavy and his sight grows dim. He has to stop for the night.

    Saoirse arrives first. The merrow's flight heralds the growl of a motorcycle. As it rounds the last corner, she points to a patch of earth beneath a tree half-bared of its autumn leaves. It's as good a parking spot as any in the otherwise empty courtyard of the Oak Haven Inn.

    William turns the motorcycle off, removes his helmet, and takes a moment to fix his ponytail and let his eyes adjust to the vague light of sunset through the forest branches. Despite his exhaustion, he offers Saoirse a reassuring smile. "Beat me again. Where'd you get your license to fly?"

    The fairy drifts close to her partner. A touch of her fingertip to the motorcycle's headlight sluices the dirt and splattered bug bodies away, leaving the glass pristine. "Where is your license for the wheels?" she asks.

    She has him there. He huffs a laugh, feels the last of his energy go with it. "Those only matter if you're caught." Pocketing the motorcycle's key and the metal Hello Kitty chained to it, William stands, adjusts the carryall slung over his shoulder and the helmet under his arm, and approaches the inn.

    He's sure the building is beautiful -- Saoirse wouldn't have led him here if it wasn't -- but twilight obscures most details. What's more important is a meal and a bed, not necessarily in that order. He'll deal with whatever tomorrow brings when it comes.

    Saoirse vanishes as he opens the front door and steps inside, calling, "Hello?"

[familylightfox]

So I have a bit of a plan in place for Light and Gibbous in the near future.

With Light having escaped from the Robotnik Empire, little by little his cybernetics are going to start causing him problems. Malfunctions, seizing, etc. While he was a part of the Empire, the food the soldiers were fed had immunosuppressants added so that the body wouldn't reject the cybernetic implants.

Now that he's eating a bit healthier, he's also not taking the suppressants. His body is going to start to actively reject the cybernetics unless he figures out what is going on and either has them replaced completely (including the spinal cord connection) or go back on suppressants for the rest of his life.

>.>

Okay, Bye!

[allurlsaregone-blog]

“God’s glory is on tour in the skies,

God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.

Madame Day holds classes every morning,

Professor Night lectures each evening.

3-4 Their words aren’t heard,

their voices aren’t recorded,

But their silence fills the earth:

unspoken truth is spoken everywhere”

(Psalm 19:1-4)

[resplendentdare]

Continued from here with @theonlytwoalive.

Saskia knew how hard it was for Theo to keep going without feeding for a while, it was why she offered herself to him. The first time they'd done it hurt like hell, almost vowing to never do it again. But in a few short months, Saskia was hooked on it. Theo of course got their use from it, but Saskia got a high from being fed on, better than any drug or alcohol, she didn't want it to stop.

"Fuck," she whimpered out, gripping their shoulders as she could feel her mind just drift away. She knew she had to stay somewhat aware to be able to tell him to stop before he killed her but it sometimes was like stopping sex right before the orgasm, almost impossible.

[deathsconsort]

@shadowsing azriel said "every second, i want you too much, and every second, i'm on the verge of wanting you more."

azriel’s decision to reside in the dusk court with her had been a shock. his intentions were still unknown to her because of her hesitation to ask him outright. in her head there were two probabilities; either he pitied her because she’s pregnant and because of her decision to keep it a secret for now she would be going through it alone. or he’s bidding his time until her child is born so he can take them from her and whisk them away to the night court. to his brother. nesta didn’t want to believe azriel capable of the latter, but he was incredibly loyal to both his brothers. although he had always been a good friend to her it would be foolish for her to possibly think he would choose his loyalty to her over his brothers. even if something more had grown between them over the past month that he’s been here. something that both of them had tried and ultimately failed to repress. the two had shared an impulsive kiss last night, one she thinks azriel regrets considering his swift exit afterwards.

she imagined the scene before them would appear quite comical to anyone who would walk in on them. the two of them sat on either ends of the very long dining table, much to nesta’s disdain. she had been the first to arrive at breakfast and thought sitting at one end would make azriel more comfortable, but she didn’t think him to be ridiculous enough to sit at the other end. when he had sat she casted a withering look toward him and sighed. there was no greeting from either of them and they ate their breakfast in silence. when the clashing of silverware against the dishware became too much for nesta she pinned him with a steely look. “are we not going to talk about what happened last night? we’re just going to pretend we didn’t kiss?”

there was nothing but silence from him and nesta couldn’t gauge what he was feeling and after a few minutes she believed he wouldn’t respond. she didn’t blame him, there was something fundamentally wrong with her. something that made people never choose her and ashamed they felt anything toward her. perhaps she had grown accustomed to this feeling because the tears she braced herself for never came or maybe she had just built those walls of ice too thick this time around. with her appetite gone, she pushed her plate away and made way to get up when a shadow wrapped itself around her wrist, making her look toward azriel. "every second, i want you too much, and every second, i'm on the verge of wanting you more."

her lips parted slightly as she sat back down fully, but the shadow remained locked around her wrist. “is that why you decided to sit so far from me this morning?” her teeth catch her bottom lip as she considers his words. of course she understood, she felt the same way about him. the spark between them had always been there, they had always been the ones to see each other’s bruised, tattered souls and understood each other in a way no one else had. “why are we restraining ourselves then?” she asks the question, but is sure of the answer. cassian is his brother, the two having a history that goes so deep and nesta is his mate. of course there would be reluctance. “neither of us are tied to anyone anymore, don’t we deserve to be happy too?”