#Twilight Dew Sparkle

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Hello. Can you make an obsessive Volturi Kings and female fairy or elf reader?

❝our little fairy❞

✭ pairing : yandere poly volturi king x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is a tree spirit who was out exploring one day when she flies into the broad chest of Felix volturi, curious on her being he takes her back to his kings where a bond is formed between the three leaders and their little fairy.

✭ twilight masterlist 2

In a hidden corner of the ancient woodland, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun, a tiny woodland fairy (Y/N) flitted gracefully through the air. She was no larger than a dandelion puff, her iridescent wings shimmering with each delicate flutter. Her mission this evening was simple - to gather boggle cap tops and fragrant flowers to adorn her cozy little home nestled within the hollow of an ancient oak tree.

(Y/N) darted from one flower to another, her laughter like the tinkling of a distant wind chime. With nimble fingers, she plucked the petals of a dew-kissed wildflower, all the while imagining how they would brighten her tiny abode. Lost in her world of flora and whimsy, she didn't notice the towering figure of a man approaching.

Felix, a formidable vampire with rippling muscles and a chiseled jawline, moved through the forest with an eerie grace that belied his imposing presence. He was on a solitary walk, deep in thought, when an unexpected gust of wind swept (Y/N) off course. With a gasp, she collided with his chest, knocking the wind out of her, quite literally.

Startled, Felix instinctively reached out to catch whatever had just crashed into him. In his massive, open palm, he found himself holding the tiniest being he had ever seen. A creature so delicate, so ethereal, it could only be the stuff of legends.

"What a surprise we have here," Felix mused, his voice a deep rumble that (Y/N) felt rather than heard. He marveled at the tiny being he held, her translucent wings fluttering desperately to regain her composure.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was equally awestruck. Her wide, sparkling eyes took in the towering figure before her, his crimson eyes and pale skin telling her all she needed to know. She had heard tales of vampires, creatures of the night, but had never imagined she would encounter one up close.

As Felix examined her with a mix of curiosity and amusement, they both spoke in unison, their voices overlapping in a bizarre coincidence. "What are you?"

Their synchronized query left them momentarily dumbfounded, but it was Felix who broke the silence. "I'm a vampire," he declared, his gaze locked on her. "Now then, what are you?"

(Y/N) gathered her composure and replied, "I'm a fairy," her tiny voice ringing with a mixture of pride and wonder.

Felix's lips curled into a wry smile as he considered the possibilities. "Interesting," he murmured. "My masters, the Volturi Kings, would probably want to meet you. Would you be willing to accompany me to them?"

(Y/N) hesitated for only a moment before nodding. She had always been curious about the world beyond her woodland home, and this encounter promised an adventure unlike any she had ever imagined. With a sense of anticipation, she remained perched in the palm of Felix's hand as he set off on a journey that would change both their lives forever.

Felix returned to the imposing fortress of the Volturi, the ancient stone walls and eerie silence of the place contrasting sharply with the vibrant world from which he had come. In the palm of his hand, nestled amidst the swirl of his dark cloak, (Y/N) clung to a strand of his clothing, her heart aflutter with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

As Felix entered the grand hall where the three Volturi kings resided, his voice echoed through the cavernous chamber. "Masters, I bring you a most extraordinary guest."

Aro, the ancient and charismatic leader of the Volturi, turned his crimson eyes toward Felix, his features alight with curiosity. Marcus, the somber and introspective king, regarded Felix with a gaze as penetrating as the shadows that clung to him. Caius, the most imposing of the three with a demeanor as cold as ice, observed the proceedings with an air of detached indifference.

Felix recounted the story of his chance encounter with the tiny fairy, (Y/N), and how their simultaneous question had sparked this unusual alliance. As he spoke, Marcus, the most attuned to emotions among the Volturi, felt a peculiar sensation. It was like the faint stirrings of a bond he hadn't experienced in centuries.

The bond, however, was not limited to him alone. As Marcus delved deeper into the sensation, he realized that it extended, tendrils of emotion, reaching out to touch not only him but also Aro and Caius. It was as if this tiny being in Felix's palm had ignited a connection that bound them together.

Marcus met Aro's gaze, and without words, he conveyed his discovery. Aro's eyes widened with intrigue, and he nodded in understanding. Caius, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to the revelation.

With an air of expectation, Aro approached Felix and the small fairy. He extended a slender hand, and Felix carefully transferred (Y/N) into Aro's palm. The fairy stood there, her heart pounding, as Aro examined her with a bemused expression.

"Interesting," Aro murmured, his voice a velvety whisper. "Such a rare and exquisite creature."

Caius, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't resist the pull of curiosity any longer. He reached out and gently cupped (Y/N) in his hand, his cold skin contrasting with her warmth. Her miniature form seemed even smaller against his massive palm, but she held her composure, her wide eyes flitting between the three kings.

Caius, Aro, and Marcus leaned in, their expressions filled with fascination as they admired the tiny fairy before them. And just as (Y/N) had marveled at their vampiric beauty, she found herself flustered yet enchanted by the kings' ethereal grace and handsomeness.

With her heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings, (Y/N) realized that her adventure had taken an unexpected turn. She was now the center of attention among the most powerful vampires in existence, and the enchantment of their world was beginning to weave its magic around her in ways she could never have imagined.

Aro, the enigmatic leader of the Volturi, continued to study (Y/N) with fascination as she now stood in the palm of his hand. Her ethereal beauty and innocence intrigued him, and he couldn't help but find her presence captivating.

With an air of gentleness that contrasted with his usual demeanor, Aro began to speak to (Y/N). "My dear, I must explain that we are not like the creatures you are familiar with. We are vampires, though I’m sure our guard felix told you of our species. We vampires are immortal beings who feed on blood to survive."

(Y/N), who had never heard of vampires or their dark nature, simply nodded, assuming Aro was merely explaining his kind to her. "I see," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity. "I am a woodland fairy, a guardian of the forest. We live in harmony with nature, nurturing the plants and creatures that inhabit our realm."

Marcus, the quieter and more introspective of the Volturi kings, couldn't help but feel sympathy for the tiny fairy. He decided to share another piece of information that would undoubtedly surprise her. "You see, (Y/N), there's something else you should know. Vampires have mates, like soulmates. It's a bond that goes beyond our understanding."

(Y/N) furrowed her tiny brow, not quite comprehending. "Mates? I've never heard of such a thing among my kind. We exist to protect and preserve the balance of the forest, but we don't have mates."

Caius, the most imposing of the Volturi kings, leaned in closer to (Y/N) and explained in a surprisingly gentle tone, "Mates are like soulmates as Marcus has said, and you just so happen to be ours therefore our souls are now linked to your existence, and we can't let you leave."

Confusion welled up within (Y/N). She loved the forest and being with nature, and the thought of not returning to her home saddened her. The three kings, sensitive to her emotions, proposed a solution.

Aro spoke, "We can build you a small house in our garden. You can be close to nature, and we can be close to you."

Although it was a generous offer, (Y/N) couldn't help but question it. "But why can't I go back to my home in the forest?"

Aro, ever the strategist, decided to stretch the truth to ensure her compliance. "The further you are from your mate, the weaker it makes the vampires. Eventually, it could even lead to our demise."

Hearing this, (Y/N) was filled with concern for her newfound friends. She didn't want to be the cause of their suffering. With a heavy heart, she agreed to stay in the garden with them, trusting their words.

Aro turned his attention to Alec and Jane, two of his loyal guards. "Alec, Jane, please retrieve the things from (Y/N)'s little house in the forest. We will make her feel at home here."

As the two vampires departed on their mission, (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling that her life had taken an unexpected turn, and the enigmatic bond with these vampire kings would forever alter her existence.

The Volturi kings watched with a mixture of relief and elation as (Y/N) agreed to stay with them in their garden. The fact that they didn't have to resort to force or Chelsea’s manipulation abilities, filled them with a sense of contentment they rarely experienced. To them, she was more than just a rare and beautiful creature; she was their perfect mate.

As (Y/N) spoke animatedly about where she would place her belongings in the garden and how she would decorate it to fit her needs, the kings sat in a contemplative silence. Dark thoughts swirled in their minds like a storm on the horizon.

Aro, with his uncanny ability to see into the future, envisioned a world where (Y/N) would never leave their side. He saw himself as her protector, ensuring that she would never be harmed by anyone, and those who dared to threaten her would face the full extent of his wrath.

Marcus, whose empathy allowed him to sense the emotions of others, felt a growing sense of possessiveness towards (Y/N). He couldn't bear the thought of her being with anyone else, and the idea of her happiness being dependent on them was intoxicating.

Caius, who had always been the most cold and ruthless of the trio, surprised even himself with the intensity of his feelings for (Y/N). He imagined a future where they would be inseparable, where he would be her shelter from the world, and where anyone who dared to hurt her would face a punishment beyond measure.

Their fixation on (Y/N) was all-consuming, and they couldn't help but revel in the darkness of their desires. To them, she was the embodiment of perfection, the one they had longed for, and they were willing to do whatever it took to ensure she would never leave their side.

As (Y/N) continued to share her plans for her new life in the garden, the Volturi kings sat in silence, their minds filled with possessive thoughts and an unwavering determination to keep her with them, no matter the cost.

[sakkiichi]

FROM ME TO YOU.

Because good things take time and it’s not too late for happy birthdays.

ft. Albedo x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, birthday special, reader is an amateur painter.

this is just something spontaneous that I came up with… I just… kinda gave free reign to whatever flashed through my mind once I was before the blank document, parting from a very vague idea I had haha.

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

Autumn’s cold always arrived early in Dragonspine.

The faraway rays of a molten copper halo fuse with the peaks outlined on the horizon.

Magic is the word you’d use to describe such scenery; seconds that seemed to both be suspended in the helpless passage of time, and slip between your fingers; like golden sand inside an hourglass too small to savor every snapshot brought by the incandescence of crepuscular skies.

On instances like this, you wished your painting skills were better; if only to capture the glow of early dreams threaded through the asters of twilight.

For now, however, this will have to do.

Why did you wait until so late for this, you are unsure.

True, wishing a happy birthday to someone as the clock strikes twelve is not an uncommon occurrence.

And you’re kind of doing just that, more or less.

Except…

Well, it’s usually when the special day starts that calls are made, starlit whispers are uttered between lovers, and secret kisses are exchanged.

So you can’t help but wonder… is it too late?

For this? Or to back out now?

A sigh escapes your chapped lips, into the dimness of dusk, the stillness of frozen peaks, the stars.

Stars.

Your gaze is drawn to the easel you’ve set before you, fingertips delicately trailing over the four-point asteroids decorating a heaven made of brushstrokes.

Gold pinpricks, almost aglow beneath the darkening penombre of sundown, over a backdrop of ultramarines and indigoes, akin to sunlight over the depth of a frozen sea; a mirror image of the sky now hovering over snowy plains.

Looking up, you find a firmament of constellations. Stories, sketched in the silver flames of light years away suns, above an infinity of obscurity.

Those tales, however, had a tendency for lighting up paths that fell victim to the constant fluttering snowflakes.

“Hello, dearest.” A voice, smooth, liquid dawnlight over dewed cecilia petals, greets. “Am I late?”

The sound of crunching snow fills the fire-lit silence, the torches from his camp casting him in tepid hues.

“Albedo!” You call him, turning around.

And when you do, you swear he alone outshines every galaxy you could ever dream of rendering on canvas.

Tendrils of midnight sun and honeycomb seem to meld together in the blonde locks framing the alchemist’s porcelain-like face. Spotless, argent light from distant stars kisses his skin, fading into flecks of sparkling acacia blossoms to halo his gaze.

Summer skies.

That’s the image his eyes always evoked: clear skies, endlessly blue, over meadows to lie on, the low grass soft beneath your forms, as hands entwined and fingers pointed above, determining the shapes of the occasional cottony clouds.

What a paradox, how someone who spent his days surrounded by ice could make sparks ignite in your heart, cheeks heating up like the embers that remained after the coziness of a homey hearth.

“Is there anything you needed my help with, love?” He asks, gloved hand running its thumb over the back of yours.

Your gaze flits from your intertwined hands to his smiling lips, taking in his features in full.

“Not exactly your help.” You offer, your own lips a moon shaped brushstroke of vermillion. “I just… would like you to see something.” Your hand squeezes his, as you swing your linked hands between the both of you. “It’s your special day today, after all, isn’t it?”

Your rhetoric is met by the alchemist’s windened gaze, followed by one of his subtle smiles.

Tugging him along, you guide him to the candle lit spot where your easel is propped up.

Why are you feeling nervous all of a sudden? You internally chide yourself, biting the inside of your cheek.

Relaxing your shoulders, you turn to face your lover, gaze averted when you mumble:

“It’s not much but…” You scuff one of your boots on the dirtied snow. “I just… I remembered your painting, ‘You and I’ and… well… you know… I…” Your lids close, your nose scrunched up in that way he always found utterly endearing. “I wanted to make a painting for you too!” You finally sputter, stepping aside so he can see your masterpiece.

From that moment on, Albedo would forever believe no starry night could ever come close to capture the sheer magic of your art.

Gilded speckles abound in your make-believe heavens, each of them a shade slightly different than the previous one. They rest against a backdrop of cyans, accentuated in baby blue around your handmade constellations, the piece’s finale, a violet horizon. Outlined against it, two figures seem to dance, their happy ending created by them, rather than foretold by the celestial bodies staring in envy at a proximity that doesn’t burn, but warms and completes.

“I know it’s not the best but-“

“It’s perfect.” Is the kreideprinz’s awestruck answer, as his svelte hands hover over the frame. “You’re perfect, [Y/n].” He blurts, still staring at your work.

Then, he meets your eyes again. Your face is in his tender hold, a fleeting frosted kiss landing on your lips.

“I love it.” He assures. ‘I love you.’ His dilated pupils confess.

“‘From me to you’. Its title.” Your hand reaches up, resting on top of his. “You know… I hope you didn’t think I had forgotten about today… I just… kinda wanted this to be your last memory of your day.”

With that, both your gazes fuse in a watercolor of each other’s lips, of the anticipation of feeling them against your own.

“Happy birthday, Bedo.” You utter, before leaning in.

And then, the night, the snow, the starshine, all fade away, in a myriad of rose colored frenzied blazes. Your hands lost in the ash blonde strands at his nape; his, pulling you closer by the waist. Your kiss is a nebula of pulsating light, undimmed by even the most ruthless blizzards, lighting up the ebony of the pines obscuring the moonlight. Frozen air is exhausted in your lungs, but you don’t care right now, not when you’re kissing your prince charming under the lights of an aurora that’s still hours away.

A few moments pass, with the stars orbiting marking the approach of midnight.

A snow-kissed breeze caresses both your faces when you part, causing a shiver to rake through your body.

Your prince’s arms wrap around you.

When you look at him, matching chuckles fill the night air.

Moments like this were worth waiting all day for.

[cleolinda]

Hello Kitty (Sanrio, 1987)

So my very first perfume was a tiny bottle from the Sanrio store when I was about seven years old.

I will stop here to say that the reason I love reading perfume reviews, especially user reviews on Fragrantica, is that they are 90% Proustian reveries. Scent is so difficult to describe—“It smells like strawberries.” Okay, but what do strawberries smell like? How do they smell different from cherries? You opened your mouth (or the keyboard on your phone) just now to tell me, and then you stopped because you know, but how do you explain it in words? You see what I mean. So people end up describing the things a fragrance reminds them of, the places they were when the scent enveloped them, the objects it lingered on, the time it occupied. We write about fragrance like ghosts. Scent is so difficult to put into words, and yet it evokes memory so powerfully: dreamy little snapshots of people’s lives.

This ghost has a little red bow on its head. So the company that makes Hello Kitty, Sanrio, had an entire flourishing store of sparkling pink and apple-red back in the '80s, in Alabama, and it was my favorite store (I nearly said "it was paradise," but that might be overstating it. Toys'R'Us was also pretty sweet). I loved Hello Kitty, but also My Melody (the rabbit with the pink hood), Little Twin Stars (Kiki and Lala, if you please), and later, Spottie Dottie (a Dalmatian who also loves pink), as well. I had a pastel blue and pink Twin Stars pencil box that was one of the treasures of my life, and a similar jewelry box—a smooth rounded cube with two drawers and a lid compartment, in which I kept chunky plastic rainbow rings. Tiny colored pencils, strangely scented erasers, shiny locking diaries—I loved to just wander the store with my patient mother, whether she actually let me get anything that time or not.

However, one of the things I did get was a tiny bottle of perfume. This was very important to a seven year old: a perfume of mine own. My mom would later give me those grown-up sample vials that sometimes came with her makeup purchases from the mall, but this was something sweet and innocent and fruity that smelled like me.

I still have it—it's long gone off now, winy in the bottle and powdery on my skin—and as I got older, I really wanted to find an adult equivalent. But it was so… generically sweet. I had no idea what it was supposed to be. Eventually I started to puzzle it out… some kind of fruit blossom? Cherry? Apple?

And then I started trying Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab samples. I discovered a now-discontinued one called The Hesperides: "Sturdy oak bark, dew-kissed leaves, twilight mist and crisp apple." It smelled almost exactly the same, just, you know… grown-up, with oakmoss. My Hello Kitty perfume had just been a simple, candyish apple scent the whole time.

And then I remembered, the key to everything: Hello Kitty is five apples tall.

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

New Goal List for NEW Models

So first off, I officially finished my new years resolution from last year several months ago. And reached the models on the list I aimed to make. But obviously that hasn't stopped me from making even more.

So late Yay! Anyways as you all know I am now making My Little Pony Faunus Models too for Remnant. But that's actually been something I've been planing for months as well. I just wanted to test it and see if they'd be any good or well recived which Applejack very much was...

So yeah here's the new updated list involving them as well, also Eves been moved up cause Sun's Cousin kinda feels like a excuse to genderswap Sun so why not...

Note This list does not include (Incubitches or Succubitches) because those are not entirely new models but altered ones.

01.) Pearl Arc (Jaune's genius little sister)

02.) Applejack (MLP)

03.) Viola Arc (Youngest Sister)

04.) Pinkie Pie (MLP)

05.) Beryl Arc (Tomboy sister)

06.) Spike (MLP)

07.) Rarity (MLP)

08.) Livia & Lapis Arc (Arc Twins)

09.) Rainbow Dash (MLP)

10.) Rogue Arc (Oldest Sister)

11.) Juniper Arc (Mama Arc)

12.) Fluttershy (MLP)

13.) Twilight Sparkle (MLP)

14.) Eve Tarus

15.) Sunset Shimmer (MLP)

16.) Starr Sanzang (Sun's Cousin)

17.) Starlight Glimmer (MLP)

18.) Coco Adel

19.) Celestia (MLP)

20.) Nebula Violette

21.) Luna (MLP)

22.) Dew Gayl

23.) Apple Bloom (MLP)

24.) Gwen Darcy

25.) Sweetie Belle (MLP)

26.) Octavia Emher

27.) Scootaloo (MLP)

28.) Ann Greene (Beacon's Stealth & Security Teacher)

29.) Maud Pie (MLP)

30.) Iris Marilla (Second Year Bacon Student Fall Survior)

31.) Ember (MLP)

32.) Rowena Sunnybrook (Shade's Weapons Training Teacher)

33.) Trixie

34.) Xanthe Rumpole (Shade's History Teacher)

35). Gabby (MLP)

36.) Lisa Lavander

37.) Ember (MLP)

38.) Stella (Hei's Secretary)

39.) Aurelia (Neo's Teacher from the Book)

40.) Crocea Mors (Tsukumogami)

41.) Atlas Milfs (Jaune's Fanclub)

[echoofasiren]

Call of a siren

Roman reigns x Y/n (though y/n isnt used)

Warnings: it's sad (I'm sorry!😭), I might make a sequel or part 2 depending on how this does, smut is mentioned but not in full detail.

"Don't touch that, it's cursed!" warned a handsome fisherman to a young boy poking at an object in the market.

The object was a small, intricately carved wooden box, its lid inlaid with a mosaic of shells and glittering stones. The boy's curiosity was piqued, but fear held his hand back. The fisherman's words painted a picture of dark magic and hidden dangers that seemed to resonate with the air of mystery surrounding the box.

The mermaid was more intrigued by the older fisherman, his scruffy beard damp with the morning dew and his long hair cascading down his shoulders.

Days later, the mermaid watched the same man from the murky waters of a nearby pond. She had stumbled upon this secret haven, a small pool of fresh water nestled between the salty sea and the land where the sailor she had fallen for lived. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she observed the mans tentative steps towards the water's edge. He was different from the other humans she had seen from afar.

The sailor, whose name she had discovered was Roman, often passed by the pond on his way home from the bustling docks. His footsteps grew familiar to her, the jingle of his keys and the rhythmic slap of his work boots against the cobblestone path. Her heart fluttered like a school of fish every time he approached, and she would swim closer to the surface, hoping for a glimpse of his handsome face.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky with fiery strokes of orange and pink, Roman sat beside the pond. He looked weary, his eyes distant and lost in thought. The mermaid, unable to resist, rose from the water, her tail shimmering in the twilight. He glanced up, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. Surprise flickered in his gaze, but instead of fear, she saw wonder.

Slowly, she approached, her tail swishing gently in the still water. Roman's hand hovered over the surface, and she reached out tentatively, her webbed fingers brushing against his rough skin. The connection was electric, a silent promise of a bond forged. She sang to him, a haunting melody that wrapped around his heart like the coils of a sea serpent. His eyes grew soft, and he leaned closer, lost in the enchantment of her voice.

The mermaid revealed herself fully, her hair a cascade of emerald waves that matched the algae beneath the pond's surface. Roman's hand trembled as he stroked her cheek, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the reality of her existence. The fisherman's warning echoed in his mind, but the love that blossomed between them was too strong to be deterred by fear of the unknown.

They met every night in secret, their whispers and laughter echoing through the night air. Roman brought her gifts from the sea: pearls, starfish, and coral that she had only seen in the depths of her ocean home. She, in turn, shared her world with him through her enchanting tales of underwater palaces and the mysteries of the deep. They grew closer, their bond deepening with each shared moonlit moment.

One night, as the stars twinkled like distant eyes watching over them, Roman gathered the courage to confess his love. He spoke of his longing to be with her always, to explore the world she knew so well. The mermaid's heart swelled with joy, and she knew she could no longer deny her own desires. But the fear of her father's wrath weighed heavy on her mind. He had forbidden her from seeing humans again, especially after he discovered her love for a sailor.

Her father, the powerful sea king, had sensed the growing bond between her and Roman. His rage was a tempest that could swallow ships whole. The mermaid knew that revealing her secret would not only endanger her but also Roman. Yet, the love that surged through her veins was too potent to be silenced.

One fateful evening, as they lay tangled in the embrace of the pond's lilies, Roman whispered, "I've found a way for us to be together forever." He pulled out the wooden box the fisherman had warned the boy about. The mermaid's eyes widened with horror as she recognized the forbidden object. "A potion," he said, his voice filled with hope. "It's said to grant the drinker legs to walk on land."

Her heart raced. The very idea of leaving her home for love was both thrilling and terrifying. But she knew the risks—the human world was fraught with peril for her kind. Yet, the thought of never seeing Roman again was unbearable. She took the box from his trembling hands, her eyes locked onto his, silently asking if he truly understood what he was offering.

The potion inside was a murky concoction that smelled faintly of brine and decay. It bubbled with a life of its own, hinting at the powerful magic it contained. The mermaid could feel its pull, a siren's call from a bottle, promising a future she had only dreamed of.

Her thoughts swirled like the waters around her, torn between her love for Roman and the duty she owed her father. But as she gazed into his eyes, she knew she could not resist. With trembling hands, she uncorked the bottle and took a sip.

The potion was bitter, like the tears of the sea, and it burned a path down her throat. Her body convulsed, and she felt a searing pain as her tail began to split and change. Her scales fell away, revealing human-like legs beneath. She screamed in agony, but Roman held her tight, whispering soothing words into her ear. The transformation was swift, and when the pain subsided, she looked down to see her new form reflected in the moonlit water.

The mermaid took her first unsteady steps on the bank, her legs feeling foreign and awkward. Roman watched her with a mix of awe and concern, his eyes never leaving hers. With his strong arms around her waist, they stumbled towards his nearby cottage, their hearts racing in sync with every step.

The cottage was a humble abode, filled with the scent of tobacco and the salty tang of the sea. The mermaid marveled at the sensation of the wooden floor beneath her bare feet, the tickle of the coarse woolen rug as Roman laid her upon it. The softness of his bed was a stark contrast to the rocky ocean floor she was accustomed to. She felt exposed and vulnerable in her new form, yet safe in his arms.

They lay there, panting, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of love and fear. The potion's effects were complete, and she was fully human, if only for a night. Roman's hand traced the line of her spine, sending shivers down her body. She had never felt such tender touches before, and she arched into him, craving more. Their kisses grew urgent, a declaration of the love that had been brewing between them for weeks.

The mermaid's skin was pale and soft, a stark contrast to her usual scaly form. Her legs, though new and unfamiliar, felt alive with every stroke of his hand. Roman whispered sweet nothings into her ear, promising her a life of adventure and happiness on land. The sound of his voice was a warm embrace, soothing the ache in her soul.

Their passion grew like the tide, rising and falling with the rhythm of the waves outside. As they explored each other's bodies, the mermaid felt a yearning she had never known. Every touch, every kiss, was a revelation, a promise of a future she had never dared to dream of. Roman was gentle, his hands sure and loving as they discovered the uncharted territories of her new human form.

The night passed in a whirlwind of sensation, the moon casting a soft glow over their entwined figures. As dawn approached, the mermaid felt a pang of dread. The potion's magic was temporary, and she knew she had to return to the sea before the sun rose. Roman held her tightly, his eyes filled with a fierce determination to find a way to make their love last.

They stumbled back to the pond, the first light of day just beginning to peek over the horizon. The mermaid's legs were growing weary, the transformation already starting to reverse. She felt the scales begin to form beneath her skin, the pain a stark reminder of the price she had paid for this night of passion. Roman kissed her, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

[jeudibeudibea]

hi folks i wanted to share my ponysona that my BSBFF* @helloitsmesatin made for me :) (these ones i drawed though, not her)

gander at Burgravine Cherryhop Rosenhuf von Kirschhof!!!!!!

her mane is, like, SUPER long, so she has it up in a bun held by a little bat clip. also, she has vitiligo (woah just like me!!!! it's almost like she's my ponysona or something). her cutie mark represents her creative nature and artisanship :) also cherries!!! her cutie mark isn't actually super visible given the vitiligo and all, but it looked like this when she got it, she swears. i couldn't decide between the button + baby pin, or sewing thread + pin cushion so have both.

* Big Sister Best Friend Forever

LORE DUMP UNDERNEATH!!! (i'm a worldbuilder in my spare time, creating lots of lore is what i do best :)

she's a batpony unicorn who lives with her sister Morning Dew on the edge of Ponyville (they are not related, she just found her out in the street like that video of the guy and the stray cat). she comes from a (semi-)noble family but left home some years ago because her family's isolationism made life dull and difficult; being the only mare unicorn in the family and thus the target of their ire probably didn't help lol.

artist's rendition of las hermanas del leche - drawed by Dew, it hangs on Cherryhop's fridge next to a macaroni art self-portrait (also made by Dew).

since leaving Kirschhof, Cherryhop works as a jack-of-all-trades artisan and gets by selling various trinkets and offering whatever the pony equivalent of IT services are. no foalsitting, though. she kind of hates kids. not in a weird way, kids just make her anxious. too much responsibility for this mare. they love her for her trinkets, though.

random facts about Cherryhop that have absolutely no source whatsoever (i made them up):

sometimes ponies call her Hop. somepony called her Chop once, though.

she is kinda good at buckball; she prefers drawing.

her "father" is an ominous swirling orb that hums and lives in the rafters of her garage. it might not be sentient, but she talks to it like it is. nopony else does, they're all kind of scared of it.

her magic didn't used to look so desaturated, but the vitiligo on her horn kinda affected that. darn.

she has a second roommate: a crystal pony from whom she chisels crystal chunks for rent monthly. this pony lives in the shed in her backyard, and she doesn't actually know her name. i don't know if this is how crystal ponies work, but Hop already spent 27 bits on the hammer and chisel, so i have to leave it like this.

her mother is Margravine Lilacia Summersprout von Kirschhof. she is based on my mom. minus the rudeness. keep the sass though. Hop had to get it from somewhere. the freckles were unfortunately not inherited.

she calls Morning Dew a "driplet-head" when she gets mad.

she makes music sometimes. kinda why her cutie mark is shaped like musical notes. i'm so creative.

she is a big fan of Trixie Lulamoon and tries to attend as many of her shows as she can afford (she usually just sneaks in anyhow). once, Hop got to meet the great and powerful Trixie after one and showed her how to count cards. Trixie, a respectable member of society with no prior record of criminal activity, appreciated learning how to scam casinos of bits.

despite popular belief, Hop is NOT an alicorn. when she first moved to Ponyville, a series of events led to Princess Twilight Sparkle breaking and entering into Hop's cottage to investigate the rumours of the "new alicorn". for unrelated reasons, Hop is no longer a fan of Princess Twilight Sparkle.

she enjoys sandwiches :)

the existence of Cherryhop confuses Yona.

[seelestia]

「 # REVERIES IN CUPS! : THE MENU. 」

🏷️ these are the beverages we're serving right now! feel free to browse at your own leisure. oh and the ingredients listed in the menu have no significance - just a fun fact for our customers!

[ — GUIDE: each prompt has a genre, defined by their taste. e.g. sweet = fluff, bitter/sour = angst, bittersweet = both fluff & angst. ]

✦‎ APPLE CIDER || { A for affection }

⎯ are they affectionate? how do they show affection for their beloved? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: apple. )

✦‎ BERRY PUNCH || { B for bravery }

⎯ how did they handle their feelings for you before you got together? who confessed first? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: valberry & berries. )

✦‎ COSMIC TURBIDITY || { C for comfort }

⎯ are they good at offering comfort? how do they like being comforted in return? ( labeled as bittersweet. main ingredient: blossom dew. )

✦‎ DANGO MILK || { D for dates }

⎯ what kind of dates do they take you on? and do they do it frequently? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredients: dango & milk. )

✦‎ EMOTIONAL INDIGO || { E for emotions }

⎯ how open are they about their emotions with you? how long does it take for them to reveal their inner thoughts to you? ( labeled as bittersweet. main ingredient: soothing soda. )

✦‎ FONTA || { F for flustered }

⎯ what is something you do that flusters them to no end? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: ??? )

✦‎ GLORIOUS HOUR || { G for gifts }

⎯ if they were to give you a gift, what kind of gift would it be? what goes through their mind when they pick it out? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: dream jam. )

✦‎ HAPPY-GO-FIZZY POP || { H for hugs }

⎯ do they like giving hugs or receiving them? how do their hugs feel like? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: sparkling water. )

✦‎ IRIDESCENT VIEW || { I for i love you }

⎯ who said “i love you” first? was it said effortlessly or awkwardly? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: redsunset sauce. )

✦‎ JADEITE OASIS || { J for jealousy }

⎯ do they get jealous easily? how does this jealousy manifest and how do they handle it? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: chenyu adeptea. )

✦‎ KIWI SMOOTHIE || { K for kisses }

⎯ how do their kisses feel like? what kinds are their favorite and who usually initiates? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: kiwi. )

✦‎ LOST TWILIGHT || { L for love language }

⎯ what are their preferred love languages, in terms of giving and receiving? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: soothing soda. )

✦‎ MOUNTAIN SUNSHINE || { M for memento }

⎯ what is something, intangible or not, that reminds them of you? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: tomato. )

✦‎ NIGHTINGALE’S TRILL || { N for nicknames }

⎯ what nicknames or pet names do they adopt for you after being together? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: dream jam. )

✦‎ OOLONG TEA || { O for on cloud nine }

⎯ you know that they're enamored with you, but what are the signs? when do they realize they're utterly in love? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: oolong tea leaves & sugar. )

✦‎ PINK LEMONADE || { P for pining }

⎯ once their feelings for you blossom, how do they go about pining for you? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: lemon & cranberry juice. )

✦‎ QINGXIN SERENITY || { Q for quarrel }

⎯ what stance do they take when in an argument with you? how do they reconcile or apologize to you afterward? ( labeled as bittersweet. main ingredient: qingxin. )

✦‎ RAINBOW ASTER || { R for recall }

⎯ what is a moment with you that matters to them the most? a monumental moment in your relationship that they could recall in the snap of a finger. ( labeled as sweet. main ingredients: calla lilies & lavender melons. )

✦‎ SUNSET BERRY TEA || { S for security }

⎯ how protective are they of you? how do they protect you and how do they like being protected in return? ( labeled as sweet, slightly sour. main ingredients: sunsettia & berries. )

✦‎ TROPICAL FIZZ || { T for time }

⎯ how do they like spending time with you? an activity that holds meaning for you two. ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: sparkling water. )

✦‎ UNSWEETENED SOULGLAD || { U for ugly }

⎯ what is a bad trait or habit of theirs? ( labeled as sour. main ingredient: odd concoction & ice soulglad. )

✦‎ VANILLA SORBET || { V for vulnerable }

⎯ what is a vulnerable side of theirs that they feel comfortable showing to you and only to you? ( labeled as slightly sweet. main ingredient: vanilla, less sugar. )

✦‎ WOLFHOOK JUICE || { W for waking up }

⎯ how do they act when they wake up next to you in the morning? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: wolfhook. )

✦‎ XXX (TRIAL DRINK) || { X for x-ray }

⎯ how does your relationship look from an outside perspective compared to how it really is? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: odd concoction. )

✦‎ YUJA TEA || { Y for yearn }

⎯ what do they do when they miss you? how do they cope with yearning when you're away? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: yuzu fruit. )

✦‎ ZENITH’S REPOSE || { Z for zzz }

⎯ how do they sleep with you at night? what is a sleep habit of theirs? ( labeled as sweet. main ingredient: ultimate syrup. )

[ — footnote: about the trial drink, don't be intimidated by its elusive name. the baker simply hasn't found a name for it yet! feel free to give it a try if you'd like. feedback, in general, will always be appreciated! ]

© header 1 by @/dwaintydoll and header 2 by @/firefly-graphics.

[juliaqueendragon]

Full List of Names Pre-2025-02-12

Comparison (Names only in 1st or 2nd Position down Below)

A 

Abyss 

Acacia 

Ace 

Agate 

Air 

Alpha 

Amber 

Amethyst 

Ancient 

Angel 

Anti 

Apocalypse 

Apple 

Aqua 

Aquamarine 

Arch 

Arctic 

Ash 

Attack 

Aurora 

Autumn 

Azure 

Baby 

Ball 

Banana 

Basalt 

Bat 

Bay 

Bear 

Beat 

Bee 

Berry 

Beryl 

Big 

Birch 

Bird 

Blaze 

Blind 

Block 

Blue 

Bold 

Book 

Botanic 

Bottle 

Boulder 

Bow 

Box 

Brain 

Bramble 

Brass 

Brave 

Bread 

Breath 

Breeze 

Bright 

Brilliant 

Broken 

Bronze 

Bubble 

Bullet 

Bumble 

Butter 

Butterly 

Cactus 

Cake 

Candle 

Candy 

Caramel 

Carrot 

Cash 

Castle 

Cat 

Chance 

Chaos 

Charcoal 

Charm 

Cherry 

Chestnut 

Chip 

Chocolate 

Chunky 

Cinder 

Cinnamon 

Citrine 

Clash 

Class 

Classy 

Clear 

Clever 

Cloud 

Clover 

Club 

Coal 

Coco 

Cocoa 

Coconut 

Coffee 

Cold 

Color 

Cookie 

Cool 

Copper 

Coral 

Core 

Corn 

Coyote 

Crazy 

Crescent 

Crimson 

Crow 

Crown 

Crystal 

Cup 

Cupcake 

Cute 

Daisy 

Dance 

Danger 

Dark 

Darkness 

Dash 

Dawn 

Day 

Deep 

Deer 

Demon 

Depth 

Desert 

Dew 

Diamond 

Dice 

Dip 

Disco 

Dive 

Divine 

Dizzy 

Doctor 

Dog 

Dollar 

Dolphin 

Domino 

Donut 

Doom 

Double 

Dragon 

Drake 

Dream 

Drop 

Druid 

Drum 

Duke 

Dusk 

Dust 

Dusty 

E 

Eagle 

Earth 

East 

Easter 

Echo 

Eclipse 

Egg 

Elder 

Ember 

Emerald 

Epic 

Evening 

Ever 

Extra 

Fairy 

Faith 

Falcon 

Fan 

Fancy 

Fantasy 

Far 

Farm 

Fast 

Fern 

Field 

Fire 

Flame 

Flash 

Flower 

Fluffy 

Flutter 

Fly 

Force 

Fortune 

Fox 

Freedom 

Frenzy 

Fresh 

Frog 

Frost 

Fruit 

Future 

Galaxy 

Game 

Garden 

Garnet 

Gem 

Ghost 

Giga 

Ginger 

Glass 

Glitter 

Globe 

Gloom 

Glory 

Glow 

Gold 

Grace 

Grand 

Grass 

Gray 

Great 

Green 

Griffin 

Grim 

Ground 

Guardian 

Hair 

Hall 

Hand 

Harpy 

Hawk 

Hay 

Hazel 

Heat 

Heaven 

Heavy 

Hero 

Hollow 

Holly 

Home 

Honey 

Horse 

Hour 

Humming 

Ice 

Illusion 

Indigo 

Iron 

Ivory 

Jade 

Jasper 

Jazz 

Jelly 

Jewel 

Juice 

Jump 

June 

Jungle 

Juniper 

Jute 

Kangaroo 

Key 

Kick 

King 

Kite 

Knight 

Koala 

Lady 

Lake 

Land 

Lavender 

Leaf 

Leather 

Legend 

Lemon 

Life 

Light 

Lily 

Lime 

Lion 

Little 

Live 

Lost 

Love 

Lucky 

Luna 

Lush 

Magic 

Magma 

Marble 

Maroon 

Marzipan 

Masked 

Master 

May 

Maze 

Mega 

Melody 

Melon 

Memory 

Metal 

Meteor 

Midnight 

Milk 

Mind 

Mini 

Mint 

Miracle 

Mirror 

Mist 

Mocking 

Money 

Moon 

Morning 

Moss 

Mountain 

Mouse 

Movie 

Music 

Mystic 

Myth 

Nacho 

Nature 

Nebula 

Night 

Ninja 

Noble 

North 

Nova 

Nugget 

Oak 

Obsidian 

Ocean 

Octopus 

Old 

Olive 

Onion 

Onyx 

Opal 

Orange 

Orchid 

Osprey 

Owl 

Paladin 

Pale 

Panda 

Paper 

Park 

Party 

Peace 

Peach 

Pearl 

Penguin 

Pepper 

Peridot 

Phantom 

Phoenix 

Pie 

Pine 

Pink 

Pirate 

Pixel 

Pop 

Posh 

Potato 

Power 

Proof 

Pumpkin 

Purple 

Purpur 

Quail 

Quartz 

Quest 

Quick 

Rain 

Rainbow 

Ranger 

Raspberry 

Raven 

Red 

Rich 

River 

Robin 

Rock 

Root 

Rose 

Row 

Royal 

Ruby 

Rune 

Sad 

Saddle 

Salt 

Sand 

Sapphire 

Scarlet 

Scary 

Scroll 

Sea 

Sequoia 

Set 

Shade 

Shadow 

Shark 

Ship 

Sienna 

Silent 

Silver 

Sky 

Small 

Snake 

Snow 

Soft 

Solid 

Solo 

Song 

Soul 

Sound 

South 

Spark 

Sparkle 

Spell 

Spider 

Spirit 

Sporty 

Spotlight 

Spring 

Spruce 

Squirrel 

Star 

Steam 

Steel 

Step 

Stone 

Storm 

Strawberry 

Sugar 

Summer 

Sun 

Sunny 

Sunrise 

Sunset 

Swamp 

Sweet 

Swift 

Table 

Tea 

Thorn 

Thunder 

Tiger 

Time 

Tin 

Tiny 

Titan 

Tooth 

Topaz 

Town 

Trail 

Tree 

Trouble 

Truth 

Tsunami 

Tulip 

Turtle 

Tuxedo 

Twilight 

Twin 

Twinkle 

Ultra 

Umber 

Un 

Unicorn 

Vanilla 

Violet 

Voice 

Void 

Wall 

Walnut 

Walrus 

Water 

Wave 

Way 

Weather 

Web 

West 

Wild 

Willow 

Wind 

Wing 

Winter 

Wish 

Witch 

Wizard 

Wolf 

Wonder 

Wood 

World 

Yam 

Yellow 

Yoga 

Youth 

Yule 

Zap 

Zebra 

Zombie 

Ace 

Agate 

Air 

Amber 

Anchor 

Angel 

Anthem 

Apocalypse 

Apple 

Apricot 

Aquamarine 

Attack 

Aura 

Away 

Bag 

Band 

Bank 

Beach 

Beam 

Bean 

Bear 

Beat 

Beauty 

Bee 

Bell 

Belle 

Berg 

Berry 

Beryl 

Bird 

Birth 

Biscuit 

Blaze 

Block 

Blood 

Blossom 

Blue 

Board 

Bolt 

Bone 

Book 

Born 

Bottle 

Boulder 

Bow 

Box 

Boy 

Brain 

Bramble 

Brass 

Bread 

Break 

Breath 

Breeze 

Broken 

Bronze 

Brook 

Brother 

Bubble 

Buddy 

Bug 

Bullet 

Butter 

Butterfly 

Cactus 

Cake 

Candle 

Candy 

Caramel 

Care 

Cash 

Caster 

Catcher 

Cave 

Chain 

Champion 

Chance 

Charm 

Chaser 

Cherry 

Chestnut 

Chief 

Child 

Chip 

Chocolate 

Chunk 

Citrine 

Clash 

Class 

Clear 

Cloud 

Clover 

Club 

Cocoa 

Color 

Comet 

Cookie 

Copper 

Core 

Corn 

Craft 

Crasher 

Crescent 

Crimson 

Cross 

Crow 

Crown 

Crumb 

Crush 

Cry 

Crystal 

Cube 

Cup 

Cupcake 

Dale 

Dancer 

Danger 

Dark 

Dark 

Darling 

Dash 

Dawn 

Deep 

Deer 

Demon 

Desert 

Desire 

Destiny 

Dew 

Diamond 

Dice 

Dip 

Disco 

Diver 

Divine 

Dollar 

Dolphin 

Dome 

Doom 

Dove 

Dragon 

Drake 

Dream 

Dreamer 

Drink 

Drop 

Druid 

Drummer 

Duck 

Duke 

Dusk 

Dust 

Eagle 

Earth 

Echo 

Eclipse 

Effect 

Egg 

Escape 

Eye 

Fairy 

Faith 

Falcon 

Fall 

Fan 

Farm 

Father 

Feather 

Field 

Fighter 

Film 

Finder 

Fire 

Fish 

Flake 

Flame 

Flash 

Flight 

Floor 

Flower 

Fly 

Flyer 

Force 

Form 

Fortune 

Frame 

Free 

Friend 

Frost 

Fruit 

Future 

Gait 

Galaxy 

Game 

Gap 

Garden 

Garnet 

Gate 

Gaze 

Gazer 

Gem 

Ghost 

Gift 

Girl 

Glass 

Glimmer 

Globe 

Gloom 

Glory 

Glow 

Goal 

Goat 

Gold 

Grace 

Green 

Griffin 

Ground 

Growth 

Guard 

Guardian 

Guest 

Gum 

Habitat 

Hair 

Hall 

Hand 

Harmony 

Harpy 

Hat 

Hawk 

Hazel 

Head 

Heart 

Heat 

Heaven 

Herb 

Hero 

Hill 

Hollow 

Home 

Honey 

Honor 

Hoof 

Hope 

Horse 

Hour 

Humming 

Hunter 

Hurricane 

Hype 

Ice 

Icon 

Idol 

Ie 

Ivory 

Jasper 

Jazz 

Jewel 

Joke 

Joker 

Joy 

Juice 

Jump 

Jumper 

Jungle 

Juniper 

Kangaroo 

Keeper 

Key 

Kick 

Kid 

King 

Kiss 

Kite 

Knight 

Knock 

Koala 

Lady 

Lake 

Land 

Lavender 

Leader 

Leaf 

Legend 

Lemon 

Less 

Letter 

Liberty 

Life 

Light 

Lily 

Lime 

Lin 

Ling 

Lion 

Live 

Log 

Loop 

Lord 

Love 

Luck 

Lucky 

Lush 

Ly 

Machine 

Madness 

Magic 

Man 

Mane 

Maniac 

Mare 

Mark 

Maroon 

Mask 

Masked 

Master 

Matter 

Maze 

Meadow 

Melody 

Melon 

Memory 

Metal 

Milk 

Mind 

Mint 

Mirror 

Mist 

Mocking 

Mode 

Moment 

Monster 

Moon 

Mother 

Mountain 

Movie 

Music 

Mystery 

Mystic 

Myth 

Nature 

Nebula 

Ninja 

Nova 

Novel 

Nugget 

O 

Oak 

Oasis 

Ocean 

Octopus 

Omen 

Onion 

Orange 

Orb 

Orchid 

Osprey 

Owl 

Pair 

Paladin 

Panda 

Paper 

Park 

Part 

Party 

Path 

Peak 

Pearl 

Penguin 

Pepper 

Peridot 

Petal 

Phantom 

Phoenix 

Pie 

Piece 

Pine 

Pink 

Pirate 

Pixel 

Place 

Plan 

Planet 

Plant 

Play 

Pop 

Potential 

Power 

Price 

Prince 

Princess 

Promise 

Proof 

Pumpkin 

Punk 

Purple 

Purpose 

Quake 

Quartz 

Queen 

Quest 

Quiver 

Rabbit 

Racer 

Rain 

Rainbow 

Rambler 

Range 

Ranger 

Raspberry 

Ray 

Reader 

Rebel 

Red 

Respect 

Rest 

Rich 

Rider 

Ring 

Rising 

River 

Road 

Robin 

Rock 

Rocket 

Role 

Root 

Rose 

Row 

Royal 

Ruby 

Runner 

Saga 

Sand 

Scout 

Scroll 

Secret 

Seeker 

Sequoia 

Set 

Shade 

Shadow 

Shell 

Shelter 

Shimmer 

Shine 

Ship 

Shore 

Shout 

Shy 

Signal 

Silence 

Silver 

Singer 

Sister 

Sky 

Smash 

Smoke 

Snap 

Snout 

Snow 

Solid 

Solo 

Song 

Soul 

Spark 

Sparkle 

Spell 

Spice 

Spider 

Spirit 

Splash 

Spot 

Squirrel 

Stallion 

Star 

Steel 

Step 

Stone 

Storm 

Strawberry 

Stream 

Strider 

String 

Sunrise 

Sunset 

Surfer 

Surprise 

[fyeahiwatarikei]

Aesthetic - Five Senses

bold what definitely applies. italicize what somewhat applies.

SIGHT. Lilac tinted twilight. Brackish waters. Dew drops. Coils of steam. Sunflowers. Shooting stars. Crisp green apples. Stacked bookshelves. Dirty apron. Pearls and sapphires. Apricot sunsets. Doe eyes. Blood-stained bandages. Silver clouds across a crescent moon. Freshly fallen snow. Spilled ink. Brass buckles. Scarlet ribbons. Blush. Sepia. Emerald moss. Budding roses. Stormy violet skies.

SOUND. Haunting strings. Birdcalls in the morning. Clashing steel. Low, dirty bass. Squealing tyres. Whistling kettle. Whip crack. Stilettos on slate. Crackling logs. Gospel singers. Hushed whispers. Hoof beats. Rustling leaves. Stillness & silence. Soprano arias. Burbling brooks. Grandfather clock. Twinkling wind chimes. Rooster crowing at dawn. Bubbling pots. Stacking coins. Rain on window panes. Smokey jazz.

TASTE. Whipped cream. Blood orange. Merlot & chocolate. Tobacco. Mint & lime. Warm milk with cinnamon. Wasabi. Rare steak. Crusty bread. Liquorice. Pickled onions. Fresh mozzarella. Petit fours & tea cakes. Cognac. Bergamot tea. Sparkling wine. Olive tapenade. Fresh peach cobbler. Smoked paprika. Clear spring water. Sticky rice. Roasted garlic. Toffee apples.

TOUCH. Tight leather. Balmy summer breeze. Old gold filigree. Lacquered tabletops. Delicate lace. Crystal glass. Rough canvas. Sheer, diaphanous silk. High collar. Suspenders & straps. Bare feet on grass. Warm wool blankets. Candle wax. Hot springs in winter. Living wood. Thick, dark satin. Silver buttons. Bone dice. Dirt under fingernails. Soft feathers. Loose beads. Worn pages. Bruises & scars.

SCENT. Lavender. Lemon zest. Cigar smoke. Heady sandalwood. Faint musk. Raspberries. Fresh-picked herbs. Vanillin. Dragon’s blood or cinnabar. Fresh coffee. Sea salt & spray. Fir trees. Sulfur & flint. Charcoal. Jasmine. Baked bread. Petrichor. Coconut butter. Honey. Baby powder. Decaying leaves. Patchouli. Clean sheets. Citrus.

[kaylarenee98]

Night and Day by Kayla Renee

In gardens where wildflowers bloom

a lonely girl wanders, shrouded in gloom

Her heart a canvas of radiant hues

where beneath, tempestuous whispers batter and bruise

Like Persephone, caught in twilights embrace

she dances between realms- chaos and grace

In spring, she ascends to the sun's golden kiss

but Autumn's chill finds her, in a perilous abyss

A smile that sparkles like dew on the morn

she revels in joy- being reborn

Yet darkness, like night, creeps close to her side

and misery unfurls, a relentless tide

Her thoughts are wild chimeras, shifting and fleet

In fluctuating crescendos, her spirits deceit

Like Icarus soaring too close to the flame

she yearns for the highs but the fall is the same

In moments of ecstasy, her soul takes flight

but shadows emerge, twisting day into night

The strings of her heart, like the Devil's cruel kiss

tug her between chaos and ephemeral bliss

Oh, to be Echo, trapped in a cave

repeating her sorrow, with no one to save

Her voice an echo of passions undone

an eternal lament for the warmth of the Sun

With friends like the stars, so bright yet so far

she seeks their embrace, but they only flicker and char

In her dark hours she can't help but partake

In a dance with the Devil- her pain he will take

In the abyss, where dark waters churn

there flickers a flame, a deep, burning yearn

For even the madness, the heartache, the strife

holds beauty and sorrow entwined in her life

The furies may wail their tormenting song

but her spirit stands fierce, unyielding and strong

She learns to embrace the tumult and fire

for in every struggle, there's passion, desire

[zapreportsblog]

Ok ok ok, do one where reader is a fairy, I mean like tinkerbell size, and they need somewhere warm during the winter because they’ve been living in a tree, so they seek refuge in the Cullen household and one of them finds them (I don’t really care who it is so you can pick, but in the end I want all of them to meet the fairy)

Also I love your writing so much omg ❤️

❝little fairy girl❞

✭ pairing : Cullen Family x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is a forest fairy that lives nearby the Cullens though she goes unnoticed but as winter rolls by she seeks shelter in their house, again unnoticed well that’s until she is noticed

✭ twilight masterlist

In the heart of Forks, Washington, nestled deep within the dense forest, there was a place unlike any other. It was a realm of magic, hidden from the eyes of ordinary humans, and only known to those who believed in the extraordinary. This mystical place was home to (Y/N), a fairy of unparalleled beauty and grace.

(Y/N) had lived in the enchanted woods of Forks for as long as she could remember. With her delicate wings shimmering like the morning dew and her emerald eyes sparkling like the ancient trees that surrounded her, she was a vision of ethereal beauty. Her hair, the color of moonlight, cascaded down her back, and her laughter echoed through the forest, filling it with a sense of wonder and enchantment.

The fairy's home was a cozy, ivy-covered cottage nestled beneath the towering cedar trees. Inside, her living room was adorned with delicate crystals that bathed the room in a soft, colorful glow. Books on magic and ancient spells lined the shelves, evidence of her insatiable curiosity about the hidden mysteries of the forest.

But (Y/N)'s life wasn't just about solitude and serenity. She had friends among the woodland creatures, from the mischievous squirrels who would playfully tease her, to the wise old owls who shared their ancient knowledge. She was also known to dance with fireflies on warm summer nights and sing songs that made the flowers bloom with every note.

Her closest companion, however, was a majestic wolf named Luna, who had silvery fur that shimmered like the moon. Luna was not an ordinary wolf; she possessed a deep connection to the fairy and served as her protector in the enchanted woods. Together, they were an inseparable pair, guardians of the mystical secrets that lay hidden in the heart of Forks.

But as peaceful as life seemed, there was an undercurrent of mystery and intrigue in the enchanted woods. Rumors of a long-forgotten prophecy whispered through the leaves, and (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling that her destiny was entwined with the fate of the forest and the creatures who called it home.

As autumn's vibrant colors gave way to a crisp chill, (Y/N) sensed the approaching winter with a shiver of unease. Her woodland home, though enchanting, was not immune to the harshness of the season. The leaves had fallen from the trees, and a biting wind swept through the forest, making her delicate wings quiver.

Realizing she hadn't prepared herself adequately for the impending cold, (Y/N) knew she had to find shelter. Her small, palm-sized form wouldn't withstand the winter's icy grasp for long. She needed a safe haven, and there was one place that came to mind—the Cullen house.

With a mixture of determination and trepidation, (Y/N) embarked on her journey to the Cullen residence. She fluttered through the forest, her wings beating gracefully against the frigid air, until she reached the edge of the property. She hid among the evergreen branches, observing the house from a distance.

The Cullen house, like its inhabitants, was a mysterious place. It had an aura of elegance and secrecy that intrigued (Y/N) from afar. She knew of the family who resided there, thanks to the whispers of the forest creatures. They were rumored to be different, special in a way that matched the enchantment of Forks' woods.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, (Y/N) darted closer to the house, searching for a hidden entry point. She found a crack in the foundation just wide enough for her to slip through. With a silent prayer to the woodland spirits for guidance, she entered the Cullen home unnoticed.

Inside, the warmth enveloped her like a comforting embrace. It was a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. (Y/N) remained hidden, her tiny form tucked away in the shadows, as she watched the Cullens move about their daily lives, unaware of her presence.

She listened to their conversations and marveled at their beauty and grace. There was something otherworldly about them, much like herself. In this moment, (Y/N) felt a strange kinship with the Cullens, as if fate had brought her here for a reason.

As the days grew shorter and the nights colder, (Y/N) continued to seek refuge in the Cullen house, all the while remaining hidden, her presence a secret known only to the creatures of the forest and the whispering winds. Little did she know that her decision to seek shelter with the Cullens would lead to unexpected encounters and a destiny she could never have imagined.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/N) continued to find solace in the warmth of the Cullen house, hidden away from their view. She observed their interactions with a mixture of fascination and curiosity, still unsure if revealing herself was the right course of action.

One evening, as (Y/N) perched on a windowsill, peering outside at the falling snowflakes, she heard a soft, melodious voice. It was Esme, the matriarch of the Cullen family, known for her boundless compassion and nurturing spirit. Her voice carried through the house like a soothing lullaby.

Esme had been tending to the grand piano in the living room, her graceful fingers dancing over the keys. The hauntingly beautiful music filled the air, and (Y/N)'s heart swelled with the emotions it evoked.

Drawn by the enchanting melody, (Y/N) fluttered closer, her tiny form hovering just out of sight. Unbeknownst to her, her presence had not gone entirely unnoticed by Esme. The matriarch had a keen intuition that extended beyond the ordinary, a gift that had served her well throughout her long life.

Esme paused in her playing, her golden eyes scanning the room. Her gaze, gentle yet perceptive, landed on the small, hidden fairy.

"Is someone there?" Esme asked, her voice filled with warmth and concern. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the shadows, seeking out the hidden presence.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her heart fluttering with uncertainty. But there was something in Esme's gaze, a kindness and understanding, that urged her to reveal herself. With a graceful descent, (Y/N) landed on the edge of the piano, her tiny figure illuminated by the soft glow of the room's lights.

Esme's eyes widened in gentle surprise as she beheld the tiny, radiant fairy before her. Her fingers, once poised over the piano keys, now reached out slowly, as if offering a delicate greeting.

"Hello there," Esme whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "What brings you to our home, dear one?"

(Y/N) hesitated no longer. With a voice as delicate as the rustling leaves, she replied, "I sought shelter from the cold, and your home offered warmth and solace."

A warm smile graced Esme's lips as she extended her hand, allowing (Y/N) to alight upon her palm. "You are most welcome here," Esme said, her golden eyes filled with kindness. "We are a family that embraces the extraordinary, and you, my dear, are indeed extraordinary."

In that moment, (Y/N) knew that her life had taken an unexpected turn. She had found not just refuge from the winter's chill but also a new family, one that saw the magic within her and accepted her as one of their own. And so, her journey with the Cullens began, forging bonds that would change her destiny forever.

With Esme's gentle hand supporting her, (Y/N) felt a sense of belonging she had never known before. The warmth of the Cullen house was not just physical; it emanated from the family's genuine acceptance and kindness. Still nestled in Esme's palm, she couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude.

As (Y/N) perched in Esme's hand, the matriarch made her way through the house, introducing the tiny fairy to each member of the Cullen family. First, they came across Carlisle, the family's patriarch, with his calming presence and golden eyes that mirrored Esme's. He extended a hand, and (Y/N) hopped onto his fingers, offering a delicate curtsy in greeting.

Next were Alice and Jasper, their unique gifts allowing them to sense emotions and foresee outcomes. Alice's infectious enthusiasm and Jasper's serene demeanor made (Y/N) feel at ease. She flitted around them, her presence met with smiles and welcoming gestures.

Edward, the introspective mind-reader of the family, regarded (Y/N) with curiosity and a hint of amusement. He didn't say much, but his presence was enigmatic and intriguing. (Y/N) couldn't help but be captivated by his enigmatic aura.

Rosalie and Emmett, the physically powerful siblings, greeted (Y/N) with hearty laughter and playful banter. They seemed larger than life, their vibrant personalities filling the room.

Lastly, they arrived at the youngest member of the family, Renesmee, a half-human, half-vampire hybrid who possessed an extraordinary ability to communicate with those around her through thought. Renesmee's eyes widened with wonder as she extended her hand, her gentle thoughts reaching out to (Y/N). The fairy fluttered toward her, sharing a moment of unspoken understanding.

Each introduction was met with curiosity, fascination, and an unwavering acceptance. The Cullens, a family of unique individuals with their own supernatural qualities, embraced (Y/N) as one of their own, a living embodiment of the enchantment that surrounded them.

Esme's voice filled the room as she spoke of (Y/N)'s arrival and the circumstances that had brought the tiny fairy into their lives. The family listened with rapt attention, their expressions a mixture of intrigue and empathy.

"You are no ordinary visitor, (Y/N)," Esme said with a smile, her hand cradling the fairy gently. "You are a part of this family now, and we are delighted to have you."

(Y/N) couldn't have asked for a more extraordinary welcome. In the presence of the Cullens, she had found not just shelter from the cold, but a place where her magic was celebrated and her heart had discovered a new home. Her life had taken a remarkable turn, and she knew that her journey with the Cullens was only beginning.

[fairylandblog]

Faerie Moonlight Merchants

It is told that the Faerie Moonlight Merchants weave their stories under the moon's silvery radiance in the whispered tales of hidden glades and lost woods. It is known that these mysterious traders, who are neither completely of this world nor completely away from it, only show up when the moon is at its fullest and illuminates the earth with its ethereal light. A subtle shimmer in the air, a sound like faraway chimes, and the aroma of flowers that grow only in dreams herald their presence. The laws of mortal commerce do not apply to the merchants. They exchange weird and ethereal things, like the last sigh of a setting sun, the laughter of childhood, a single heartbeat of courage, or pieces of buried memories. Their products, which include bottled starlight, twilight threads spun from the horizon's borders, or the momentary reflection of a rainbow caught in a tear, are as strange as the money they take. Every object has a subtle charm that is only revealed when the time is right. Its function is frequently shrouded in mystery.

Their shapes, which change delicately in the moonlight, are as diverse as their goods. Some see them as graceful beings wearing robes of gossamer that glisten like spider silk drenched in dew. Others perceive them as dark forms with eyes like molten silver and motions that seem to be composed of mist. Their voices resemble the gentle murmur of a creek or the rustle of leaves, and their words seem to drift into the mind like the wind. The Faerie Moonlight Merchants are neither benevolent nor malevolent; they are guided by an ancient, inscrutable balance. People who look for them frequently do so out of desperation, trying to barter for things they can't find elsewhere, like a lost love, an impossible cure, or a route to a long-thought-to-be-unattainable destiny. Dealing with them is risky, though, because they insist on precise and consistent payment. With gifts that they did not completely comprehend until it was too late, many people depart from their interactions with these merchants permanently altered.

According to legend, the merchants are drawn to areas where the lines separating other worlds are blurred, such as forests where trees appear to be humming with life, clearings illuminated by moonlight so intense that it appears unearthly, or circles of mushrooms sparkling with dew. They erect their transient booths, tables made of live wood, and canopies made of moonbeams in these transitional areas. With the first rays of daylight, their marketplaces disappear, leaving only a subtle reminder of their existence, like as a faint glittering glimmer on the grass, a patch of ground that seems softer than it should, or the lingering aroma of wildflowers. The Faerie Moonlight Merchants are rarely mentioned in public by those who have experienced them. A sense of hushed awe permeates the atmosphere, as if the event is too delicate and unearthly to be conveyed. Nevertheless, the tales endure, whispered down, cautioning of the perils and wonders that await in the deals they present. The Faerie Moonlight Merchants continue to be a mystery, a brief glimpse of a world just out of grasp, regardless of whether they are protectors of ancient magic, cunning people who take pleasure in the foolishness of mortals, or something else entirely.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Could I request a snippet of Sky and Sun (or maybe SS Link and Zekda from breath of the sky)? I'm feeling a little bummed right now and have a hankering for them

Faron Woods was especially beautiful this morning. The crisp spring morning woke him from the inside out, and the dew on the grass made the forest practically sparkle. Link wanted to stop and investigate every little critter and plant, but he was on a mission.

“You’re being weird, Link,” Zelda commented from beside him. “You’re never up this early.”

Bold of her to assume he’d gone to sleep in the first place. But it was worth it for this, because he knew the behavioral patterns, he’d watched them. This was the best time to find them in this spot.

“Keep your voice down,” Link whispered, guiding her along.

The forest air not only held an invigorating energy in the cool air, but it also carried songs of the animals, echoing all around them.

Link smiled as they reached their destination, one of the songs whistling loudly. Wrapping an arm around Zelda, he pointed it out to her. “Look!”

Zelda squinted ahead, scanning for what he was pointing to, and then she gasped when her eyes settled on it.

It was one of the tiniest birds Link had seen, blue and fluffy and able to fit into the palm of his hand. There were many of them down here, and Groose had noticed them immediately upon his arrival to the Surface, but Link knew Zelda had spent most of her journey running. She hadn’t been able to enjoy the Surface much, having ended up in the past and sealed away for heaven only knew how long. Link wanted her to see every single little bird he could find. And these little ones always came to this spot in the morning.

Zelda approached the little songbird cautiously. It continued to trill merrily, its feathers fluffed in contentment. She knelt in front of it and Link offered her some seeds he’d seen the tiny bird ear in the past (seeds! They eat such little things for their little beaks!). Holding the seeds in her cupped hands, Zelda waited patiently as the little blue ball of feathers slowly approached and then cheerily hopped onto her hand. She nearly vibrates with excitement, a half choked excited squeal emitting from her throat, and the couple sat on the ground leaning against each other as the little bird sang its happiness from its new perch.

(Based on this art by @twilight-linkess)

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

SHAKESPEAREAN AESTHETIC.

HAMLET.          speaking in a whisper.     holding your breath.     a browning garden.     a half-remembered story.     furniture covered with sheets.     fog at dawn, mist at twilight.     losing touch.     the ethereal space between winter & spring.     the soft skin at your temple.     the crack in the hallway mirror.     things you'd say if you knew the words.     uncombed hair.     books with writing in the margins.     books with cracked spines.     books with lines scratched out.     prayers on all souls' day.     a chipped ceramic bathtub.     a cold stone floor.     the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat.     the sparrow that got in your house.     shadows.     the creek you played in as a child.     a dirty nightgown.     an oversized t-shirt.     a collection of your favorite words.     soil beneath your nails.     ghost stories.     the strangeness of your own name in your mouth.     deep silence.     exhaustion.     a cliff with a long, long drop down.

MACBETH.          the space where your grief used to be.     a bird that's lost an eye.     old bloodstains.     heavy blinds.     the smell of sweat.     the stillness after a battle.     a fake smile.     a curse.     the taste of metal at the back of your tongue.     your house, unfamiliar in the dark.     a dusty crib.     the smell of sulfur.     an orange pill bottle.     streaks in the sink.     a black cocktail dress.     your hand on the doorknob, shaking.     a chilly breeze.     crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night.     clenched hands.     a rusty swing set.     a flashing digital clock stuck on 12:00.     a snake that crosses your path.     an owl that watches you.     a dog that runs when you approach.     red smoke, dark clouds.     cool steel.     tile floors.     footsteps in the hallway late at night.     a baggy suit that used to fit before.     visions.     insomnia headaches.     nursery rhymes.     being too far in to go back now.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.          the high drama of small towns.     a pickup truck.     military supply duffel bags in the hall.     hugs all around.     tulip bulbs.     a wraparound porch.     a pitcher of iced tea.     a rubber halloween mask.     someone on your level.     ill-timed proclamations.     stomach clenching laughter.     rushing in.     crepe paper.     white lies.     secrets written down & thrown away.     southern hospitality.     homemade curtains in the kitchen.     a sink full of roses.     hiding in the bushes.     old friends.     the wedding dress your grandma wore, & her mama before her.     a dog-eared rhyming dictionary.     chamomile with honey.     the intimacy of big parties.     lawn flamingos.     gossip.     a crowded church.     friendly rivalries.     unfriendly rivalries.     love at five hundredth sight.     not realizing you're home until you're there.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.          the smell of wet soil & dead leaves.     listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed.     wildflowers.     the distant sparkle of lightning bugs.     a pill someone slipped you.     fear that turns into excitement.     excitement that turns to frenzy.     mossy tree trunks.     a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness.     night swimming.     moonlight.     a bass beat in your chest.     a butterfly landing on your nose.     a kiss from a stranger.     a dark hallow in an old tree.     glow in the dark paint.     drinking on an empty stomach.     a twig breaking behind you.     spinning until you're dizzy.     finding glitter on your body & not remembering where it came from.     an overgrown path through the woods.     cool dew on your skin.     a dream that fades with waking.     moths drawn to the light.     giving yourself over, completely.     afterglow.     the long, loving, velvety night.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

What are all the babes (sams canon and ocs) favorite soda or water /flavors?

🩸🌜

You're in for...a long ass lost. Buckle in🩸🌜anon.

Canon and AUs:

Sun: Cucumber Water

Moon: Red Bull

Kill Code/Crescent: Monster

Eclipse: Coconut Water

Blood Moon: Carbonated Blood

Harvest Moon: Carbonated Bone Broth

Lunar: Orange Juice

Good Eclipse/Sirius: Carbonated Oil

Lord Eclipse/Pulsar: Carbonated Coffee

Servant Sun/Dawn: Mint Lime-ade

Prisoner Moon/Dusk: Lavender Lemonade

Captive Lunar/Twilight: Tea With Honey

Moonless Sun/Nebula: Mountain Dew Voltage

Merged Moon/Ganymede: Six Vente Mocha Frappuccinos In A Row

Star: Cotton Candy Faygo

Ceres: Candy Apple Faygo

Andromeda: Sun Drop

Callisto: Mug's Root Beer

Eris: Barq's Root Beer

Hunter Moon: Espresso

Blue Moon: Dr. Pepper

Gibbous Moon: Coca-Cola

Buck Moon: Pepsi

Purple Moon: Apple Cider

Honey Moon: Hot Chocolate

Dysnomia: Vanilla Cream Soda

Murder Code Sun/Black Hole: Saltwater

Arche: Margharitas

Angel: Sugar Syrup

Glow Moon: Glow Stick Liquid

Glitter Moon: Sparkling Water With Beverage Glitter

All My Eclipse Backups:

Comet: Baja Blast

Kuiper: Blueberry Lime Water

Cosmos: Lemon Water

Equinox: Mint Chocolate Smoothie

Solstice: Pear Fennel Water

Meridian: Chocolate Sauce

Quasar: Raspberry Mint Water

Heliosphere: Faygo Redpop

Bolide: Blackberry Sage Water

Stellar: Blackberry Lemon Smoothies

Orbit: Ice Cream (but ice cream isn't a drink, you may say. But to Orbit, ice cream is an entire food group and thus qualifies as a drink too.)

Galaxy: Green Tea

Asteroid: Red Wine

Supermassive: Strawberry Oat Milk

Betelgeuse: Apple Juice

Plasma: Ice Cream Milkshake

Luminous Blue: Light Blue Powerade

Firestar: Sprite

Remnant: Ice Chips (he refuses to drink things)

Plerion: Slushies

Emission: Aloe Vera Juice (it's the only thing he can keep down)

Subsatellite: Chocolate Caramel Smoothie

Cepheid: Root Beer Float

Chad: Gasoline

Starburst: Cranberry Juice

Seyfert: Blueberry Lemonade

Meteor Shower: Chocolate Milk

Shooting Star: Grape Juice

Heaven: Matcha Tea

Astro: Cinnamon Latte

Quark: Honey (literally just straight honey)

Chthonian: Twelve Espresso Shots In A Row

Stargaze: Pineapple Juice

Hydra: Apple Cinnamon Water

Kerberos: Lemon Lime Sparkling Water

Brown Dwarf: Faygo Moon Mist Blue

Sedna: Brown Sugar Boba Tea

Orcus: Matcha Milk Tea

[tsufantasy]

✨🌸Caught in a Whimsical Twilight🌙✨

Drift away with me to a place where the sky kisses the earth with hues of twilight, and magic sparkles in the air like dew at dawn. 🌌 Amidst the enchanted woods, I wait for you, bathed in the soft glimmer of fading sunlight and the promise of a starlit night.✨

Will you join me in this dreamscape, where every moment is a petal in the blossom of eternity?👑🌳 Here, in the embrace of nature's serenity, we can forget the world and write our tale in the whispers of the leaves and the gentle flow of the river. 💖

Let's lose ourselves in the beauty of this twilight realm, my dearest. 🌸💕 Every step we take is a dance, every glance a sonnet, and every breath a symphony. 🎶👣

Awaiting your presence in the fantasy that never ends... 💫