#ASOD

[white-bird-et-al]

“Sing, my angel of music!”

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Collab with @localcryptideli - I did the base and they did LITERALLY everything else 🥰

[amissguided]

Minisa Tully, lady de Aguasdulces

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[mymegumi]

A SERENADE OF DEVOTED EARTH ෆ ZHONGLI

⠀ summary: you’re your father’s only daughter, and as such, it is your duty to marry the man he’d picked as your betrothed. in a strange home, in a strange land, you’re married to a man you’ve seen before your wedding day only thrice. you’d do your best to avoid him, if only he wasn’t so handsome and magnetizing.

⠀ warnings: fem!reader (reader is called lady/wears dresses; she/her), got!inspired (lots of convoluted reasoning and sexism lowkey), arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, forced proximity, love at first sight, pining, hurt/comfort, mentions of infidelity (not reader/zhongli), slow burn, sexual content,

⠀notes: timestamp collection is completely inspired by @/kishibye !!! pls go read their nanami timestamp collection here if u want <3 anyways my bf and i r watching game of thrones so i like,, i had to ykno? :3 anyways lots of casual sexism (of which reader does not stand for) and swearing and probably sex at some point lol. also idk how many chapters this will be! as many as i want tbh lol

09:46 ; chapter one

⠀ your father intends for you to meet your betrothed. you plan on sneaking into the gardens, instead.

12:12 ; chapter two

⠀ by chance, you meet your betrothed at a friend’s coming of age party. he’s grown, but so have you.

--:-- ; chapter three

⠀ the night before your wedding, you sneak into the gardens and have a sense of déjà vu.

--:-- ; chapter four

⠀ your wedding day has finally arrived, and so have the nervous butterflies.

--:-- ; chapter five

⠀ the first day as lady of the house has some hiccups, but your husband is there to rescue you. not that you needed him.

[gulava]

If this is a Terra&Ephemer parallel, I WILL croak. Also since Sora's dark powers are becoming more and more similar to ASOD, I'm wondering if maybe he'll be able to summon Dark Inferno in his next dark form. That would be pretty cool, wouldn't it?

[im-the-knight-of-stardust]

Playing Slay the Princess really is just

My need to do the opposite of everything the narrator tells me

vs

My need to do the opposite of everything this obviously trying to charm me princess is saying

[napoleonic-sexyman-tournament]

English people enjoyers will just vote against anyone who's French.

Same thing with French/Russian people enjoyers.

I do wish we could just put nationalities aside and vote for the sexiest.

Unless we receive a written declaration from the English delegation in favor of von Humboldt, we are assuming people have reasons for voting other than hating the French.

But....es gibt Tags auf Deutsch....

Naja, vielleicht ist es nur große Liebe für einen sehr berühmten Wissenschaftler?

Most of the tags were about science....and yaoi....and science yaoi.

[bbyquokka]

i've just finished editing my theme & pinned n i love it sm :( it turned out way better than i expected !

[itsalwaysdark]

showered 👍👍👍

[vacantgodling]

becoming insane about the modern continuation of btaf btw

[4virgil4]

The fact LeBron still has never met the actual LFC team in person is extremely stupid on both sides’ parts lol

[transfemlogan]

Ok did you also feel like Logan was written SUPER out of character for the first 3 minutes or so?? Like as far as action as and voice inflection he was being so over the top it felt like Roman

Great episode overall, not an ad, some things are improving but

Idk it was bugging me and I trust you in knowing Logan’s character lol

EJ2HIEJDD I MEAN YEA OBVS HES OOC they all were. Ur right on some things improving though. Thomas might b getting there. But good lord . It wasnt terrible i guess but

[amissguided]

Nami’s RPG Characters  (2.5/?)

Myrella Velaryon, futura reina consorte de Poniente.

@nami-stuff OC

[alilweirddragon]

I love how Macaque becomes so much gentler with MK when he sees he's just given up

[mymegumi]

A SERENADE OF DEVOTED EARTH ෆ 09:46

⠀ this is part one of my series & if you’re looking for the rest/masterlist, just click the link above <3

there is little to do.

you are only nine years of age, and somehow, you’ve run out of things to do. your nanny, of whom you’re currently in the process of getting fired because she said that you were a woman and women ‘didn’t get themselves dirty, that’s a boy’s job’, has lost you again for the third time today, already, and the sun has just barely finished it’s rising cycle. you love being easily lost.

your father had told you that you had to be around in the early light of the day, as there was an important meeting you needed to be around for. you’re not sure how it can be important and include you—you can hardly even go anywhere in the manor without needing supervision.

you’d heard talk around the castle of the arrival of someone important—more namely, the arrival of a young boy that you’d be meant to marry. your parents are married and they hardly even seem to like each other, most days. you think that being married means a general dislike of each other, but you’re not really sure. you’ll have to ask the nanny when she finds you again (if she finds you again).

most of the time, to avoid being in the general discomfort that is the unnerving attention from either parent, you spend your hours wiling away in the gardens.

you love the outdoors, much to your mother’s dismay. she had hoped you would take a finer interest in mastering the pianoforte or even sewing—a womanly skill indeed—and while you had skill in those activities, a love for them you lacked. they did not interest you, not the way the outdoors did.

there was just so much more to do—climbing trees, digging holes, scavenging rocks, and even just enjoying the sounds of the fauna and flora. oftentimes, you would sit on a rock near the castle’s pond, and just observe. you’d found that there was so much life, if one just looked and listened for it. no one to rush around and tell what to do, no nannies that didn’t know you any better than your own parents did.

life is easy, outside.

climbing a tree, for example, is just a series of knowing where to put your hands and your feet so you don’t fall. some branches might look like they’d be good to hold your weight, but you must tug and pull on them first, to test that they are sturdy. just as people are, they can seem good on the outside, and really be rotting on the inside and let you down, where you’d tumble to the ground and break a bone. not that you were speaking from experience.

you pull yourself onto a large offshoot of a tree branch, something you think a squirrel or perhaps very large owl might want to perch on, and you look below you.

you very nearly startle yourself off of the branch at the sight of a young boy standing beneath the tree, looking up at you with an inquisitive look.

“how did you do that so quickly?” his words are soft and the wind is brushing his hair across his forehead and you seem to have lost the memory of how to breathe.

even from where you are perched on your tree branch, you can tell he stands at least a few inches taller than you, if not a half-foot taller. his eyes seem to glisten in the early morning light, a dark amber color that seemed to cut through to your soul. they looked as though they were pools filled of the warmest, softest maple syrup and honey—sickly sweet.

you’ve never really looked at anyone the way you’re looking at this stranger before you—you’ve never had a reason to. however, this little boy is soul-crushingly, heart-achingly pretty and you can feel a seed of jealousy, of wanting him and wanting to be him. you bet his parents love him effortlessly. he seems the type to be good at anything he touches, to wake up and have his hair be ready for the day without even the touch of a brush.

your face twists, each emotion playing across your features in quick succession; your father had once said you lacked the skill of hiding your emotions. “i’m just that good at it.” you settle yourself against the tree’s leaves, hoping they will provide a sense of comfort and mysteriousness.

“it’s impressive.” the compliment sends a pleasing sense of shivers down your spine; your parents were loathe to praise skills that they had determined had no real-world use. you’d fought hard for them to be proud of you, and sometimes, despite all you’d done, you fell short.

you try to turn your head away so he can’t see your smile, but the way his cheeks start to turn rosy mirrors your own.

“thanks.” you puff a strand of hair away from your face, turning your attention back to the young boy. “who are you? i live here and i don’t think i’ve ever seen you before.”

“i’m zhongli of house morax.” he straightens his back, as if remembering he has to be dignified in your home. he, then, counteracts his poise by giving you a lopsided smile—some of his teeth are crooked and it makes your heart flutter. “i’m here ‘cause i’m supposed to be meeting the daughter of the lord here. she wasn’t ready, though, so my dad told me to walk the gardens while i waited.”

you blanch. this was the boy you were meant to marry?

his face is soft, his skin a pale cream color that his dark brown hair seems to make even paler. he’s a bit scrawny, lean and tall, moreso than bulky and stocky. you hadn’t known what to think of the son of the house of morax, but he seems kind.

kindness was something you valued in your friends, and maybe things wouldn’t be so bad if you were to marry him. though, did marrying him mean you’d have to dislike him? you don’t know if it would be possible to dislike a face so sweet looking.

“well,” you started, picking at a piece of tree bark, “i’m the daughter of the lord of this house. so i guess, you’ve met her, anyways.”

his smile brightens minutely, hands lacing behind his back. “it’s lovely to meet you.”

being the sole reason for and sole recipient of his smile makes warmth gain in your cheeks, “y-yeah. nice to meet you, too.”

“my lady!” you jerk your head towards the balcony that overlooks the gardens, a few hundred feet away, at the sound of your nanny’s shrill yell. “how many times have i told you to stop running away!”

from below you, zhongli laughs. it draws your attention and you think you’d be magnetized to his laugh no matter what. “i think you’d better get down, to save your poor nanny from suffering an aneurysm.”

you harumph, slowing starting to make your way down the tree. “i’m getting down, but only because i want to. i don’t even know what an aneurysm is.”

his eyes twinkle as he responds. “i don’t either. i read it in a book once.”

the two of you share a small smile as your feet are firmly planted on the ground again, zhongli helping you down with an outstretched hand. with a gentle hand, he brushes a green leaf from your hair.

“will i see you again?” you ask softly, looking up at him now and confirming the fact that he is taller than you, if only by a few inches.

he contemplates, moving towards the balcony. “i hope so. i’d enjoy seeing you again.”

“i would, too.”

your nanny snatches you, then, scolding you on running off on your own and reprimanding you for climbing trees again—as you’d been told last time that there would be absolutely no more of that!—but you’re not paying attention to her. instead, you’re watching zhongli, who is happily talking with his parents and nodding sagely at whatever his father’s advisor says to him next.

turning back to your father, who’d descended the steps next to you, you just happen to miss zhongli’s gaze falling onto you.

perhaps marriage isn’t supposed to be completely unhappy.

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[dark-nekofear]

my friend who's new to KH got thru the end of CoM tonight (I played cuz she hated the card mechanic) so now I wait with bated breath for her to start KH2 so I can feast upon her first reactions >:3c

[nomaishuttle]

left a 10 dollar tip bc i felt rly bad abt being late 4 the pickup.. sry man