#Twilight Dew Sparkle

[myusuchaa]

Ellis Twilight 2nd Birthday Event Story

The Shape of Happiness - Embraced by the Thorns of a Mad Love: Part 3 this is a fan translation. i do not own anything. Cybird has the right of ownership to all in-game content.

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Ellis: Hey, Kate... how happy are you right now?

Such were the words that left his smiling face.

Even though I've heard this question asked many times before, right now felt like the first.

Ellis: I'm happy.

Ellis: Being with you, being able to dress you up in things I bought you.

Ellis: To be able to fill you with thoughts of my desires.

I'm sure he may do the same thing to anyone if it made them happy but...this is the first time he's given me so many presents out of his own will.

Kate: I'm very happy. Maybe more than you, I think.

Ellis: Ah, no. Right now, I'm the happiest. Because right now, I'm glad you are alive.

He steps closer, the twilight gleam chasing after his profile.

Ellis: I'll kill to make the happiest moments last forever. That thought will never change.

Ellis: But I am happy whenever I realize that you are alive.

Ellis: I'm sure... it must be because my happiness would not exist* without you.

His hand that caressed my cheek felt gentle and warm, but I also sensed something strange.

Those eyes, which had been sparkling in the twilight earlier, have now turned a dark shade of night.

Ellis: ... I wish we could stay in this moment, a place where no one will find us.

As night approaches, the color of his eyes deepens.

Kate: ... even though you won't see Jude and the other Crown members?

Ellis: Mm, I'd be a bit sad about that, but I think it would be fine as long as you're with me.

Sometimes, I feel anxious for no reason at all.

Ellis: Whenever I see you talking with someone else, I want to tear you away.

Ellis: I only want you to look at me. I don't want you to be made happy by anyone else.

Ellis: To hurt you, and being hurt by you... I only want it to be me.

(The fact that he cares so deeply... something about it makes me uneasy.)

I'm so happy now that I wouldn't want it to suddenly end some day.

Perhaps that thought is what made me so anxious all along.

Ellis: ...Kate?

I smelled the scent of lavender and looked up.

I could see the purple flowers in the flowerbed along the road, their petals swaying in the wind.

Kate: Lavender...

Ellis: Ah, it really is, in a place like this.

The flowers wet with dew reflected the twilight, shining like stars.

A beautiful moment.

Kate: ..As you mentioned, I do think I would be happy going somewhere, just the two of us.

(But...)

I take my eyes off the lavender and turn their gaze to him.

The darkening sky matched the color of his hair, making it look like he was blending into the twilight.

Kate: I like watching you work..

Kate: I enjoy watching all the Crown members talk happily amongst themselves in the lounge.

Kate: Because of that, I can't say I fully like the idea of going somewhere** only with you.

Kate: And I won't be able to see my favorite parts of you.

I took his paper bag in exchange for the one I was holding. As he tilted his head in curiosity, I then told him to open it and look inside.

Ellis: ...Stormglass?

Kate: It rained today, which changed our plans. Although it was fun, I thought it might be better to know what the weather would be like before we go out.

Stormglass, transparent liquid in a bottle, is a tool that can predict the weather based on the formation of crystals inside.

Kate: I thought if you had this, it would be easier to predict the weather.

Delicate white crystals were floating down the liquid like remnant snowflakes, leftover from the rain that just ended.

Kate: I understand you want to make our happiest moment last forever, but I'm looking forward to being with you tomorrow, to being happier with you.

Kate: Even if I get hurt, I don't want things to end without me tasting the happiness that lies ahead.

As his hands wrapped around the Stormglass, he muttered:

Ellis: .....

Ellis: The reason I keep clinging to you so is because I feel like one day you may simply disappear.

Kate: ..?

Ellis: I know I should look forward to tomorrow, but...

Ellis: I'm always worried that by the next time I wake, you'd be gone.

Ellis: That's why I always feel like I need to finish this quickly.

Ellis is truly here with me.

I thought these long vines adorned with thorns*** was only proof of his possessiveness, but-

-it seems all along, I had felt the same about him.

Kate: I've been thinking the same.

I wrapped my trembling hands around his, and the crystals in the bottom swayed softly from the movement.

(I'm sure this anxiety will never go away completely.)

Kate: That's why I want to keep things as they are, to know you're still with me.

Ellis: ..You're something else.

Kate: Oh?

Ellis: You really are. You can easily express the feelings I can't put to words.

It was the first time I saw such a shy smile on his face.

Ellis: I feel like I'm falling in love with you again.

He brought his lips closer to mine.

Kate: Mm...

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I woke up to the morning sun.

(Ah, we fell asleep without our clothes on last night.)

As I felt embarrassed being vulnerable with him like this..

Kate: Ah..

I was pulled closer until we were skin to skin.

Kate: Ellis?

Ellis: ....

It's rare for him not to wake up even when I call his name.

The early summer breeze flows gently on the sheer curtains.

In the quiet morning, I tighten my embrace on him.

(...It seems like this moment is fleeting after all.)

Listening to his heartbeat, feeling his warmth - it's confirmation that he is still with me.

Kate: I love you, Ellis.

Kate: Stay by my side, always.

Perhaps because I could smile easily after saying that, I relaxed myself and felt sleepy again.

(It's still early... I can go back to sleep.)

When I close my eyes, the Stormglass that fills my vision tells me it will be a sunny day.

I felt the embrace of a pure and warm happiness.

<- Part 2 His POV Epilogue ->

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*when Ellis says it must be that his happiness does not exist without her, the literal translation comes from the word 成り立つ, which means to be made up of, consist of, or established by. so on top of kate making him happy, it implies she literally is his happiness, and he wouldn't feel true happiness at all without her.

**by saying "go somewhere", it really means double suicide

***long vines with thorns is used as a replacement for "thorny limbs", meaning his reach for her can be painful, trapping her, and references his curse

a/n: honestly, it's written so well.. the idea of the stormglass, and her ability to talk him through his emotions aaaah

[zapreportsblog]

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.

[alyrasturnz]

COWBOY LIKE ME

chapter 2 ⌗ hey, california

❐ summary » y/n, a young woman from the opulent world of beverly hills, embarks on a family vacation to the serene countryside. amidst the lush landscapes, she sneaks out one evening and encounters matt, a charming cowboy with a heart as vast as the southern skies.

❐ pairings » cowboy!matt x affluent!reader

❐ warnings » none! this is a series

❐ a/n && w/c » todays video was soo funny lmao • 2.54k

꒰ masterlist ꒱

the grass, heavy with evening dew, clung to your cowboy boots, leaving a trail of glistening droplets with each step. as you ascended the porch, the wooden planks beneath your heels resonated with a rhythmic click, a stark contrast to the soft whisper of the damp earth. 

your hand, poised with a delicate tension, rose to the door, and with a measured grace, you rapped gently, the sound a subtle echo in the quiet twilight.

you stood there, the silence enveloping you like a heavy shroud, each passing moment stretching into an eternity. “matt?” you called out, your voice tinged with a mix of concern and curiosity. your eyebrows knitted together in a furrow, betraying the unease that crept into your heart as your gaze fixed upon his window, searching for any sign of movement or presence within the dimly lit room.

“over here!” a faint voice called out, barely audible over the whispering wind. your head snapped towards the ragged stable, eyes scanning the shadows for the source. a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you broke into a run, the wet grass brushing against your cowboy heels with each hurried step, leaving a trail of glistening droplets in your wake.

you slowed your pace as you entered the stable, the scent of hay and horses enveloping you, mingling with the earthy aroma of the aged wooden beams and well-worn leather tack. the air was thick with the rich tapestry of smells, each one telling its own story of time and toil.

the soft nickering of the horses and the gentle rustling of straw wove together to create a tranquil symphony, wrapping around you like a warm, comforting blanket. the stable seemed to breathe with a serene rhythm, each sound a tender whisper in the stillness, enveloping you in its peaceful embrace.

as you stepped further inside, your eyes fell upon matt, his back turned to you as he groomed his horse with a practiced ease that spoke of years of familiarity. the horse's coat gleamed under his attentive care, each deliberate stroke of the brush revealing the unspoken bond between man and beast.

he turned around, a playful grin spreading across his face as his eyes met yours. "hey, california," he teased, his voice carrying a warm, teasing lilt as he tipped his hat in your direction. "come to see how real cowboys do it?" the twinkle in his eye and the easy confidence in his stance spoke volumes, adding a layer of charm to his words.

you laughed, rolling your eyes at his teasing. "oh, you know it, matt. just trying to learn from the best." as you walked closer, your gaze was irresistibly drawn to the rhythmic motion of the brush in matt's hand, each stroke a dance of confidence and care.

"well, you've come to the right place," matt said with a wink, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "these horses are like family to me. you want to give it a try?" he handed you the brush, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a small jolt of warmth up your arm. the brief contact carried an unexpected intensity, a silent invitation to share in the sacred ritual of care and connection that he held so dear.

you took the brush, feeling the warmth of the horse beneath your hand, the gentle rise and fall of its breathing. "sure, why not? but don't laugh if i mess up," you warned, starting to mimic matt's gentle strokes, your movements tentative at first but growing more assured with each pass. 

the horse's coat seemed to shimmer under your touch, each stroke a delicate dance of trust and care. as you continued, you could feel a subtle connection forming, a silent understanding between you and the majestic creature, guided by matt's watchful eyes and the soft rhythm of the horse's breath.

"wouldn't dream of it," matt replied, his tone lighthearted and reassuring, a gentle melody in the symphony of the moment. "you're doing just fine, california." his eyes followed your movements with a tender gaze, a smile playing on his lips as he observed you slowly relax into the rhythm of the task. 

as you worked side by side, the conversation ebbed and flowed like a gentle stream, filled with laughter that echoed like music in the air and playful banter that danced between you. "so, tell me," you said, your eyes sparkling with curiosity as you glanced over at matt, "how did you get so good at this?" your question hung in the air, a bridge inviting him to share a piece of his story, a moment that seemed to weave your shared experiences into a richer tapestry.

"years of practice," matt said with a chuckle that seemed to carry a lifetime of memories. "and a lot of patience. these horses teach you a thing or two about life if you let them." his words were laced with a wisdom born from countless hours spent in their company. reaching out, he patted the horse's neck with a touch that was both gentle and affectionate, his fingers tracing a path that spoke of a deep, unspoken bond.

you nodded, feeling a profound sense of calm wash over you, as if the tranquility of the surroundings seeped into your very soul. "i can see that," you murmured, your voice soft and reflective. "it's... peaceful here," you added, the words carrying the weight of the serenity that enveloped you, a gentle acknowledgment of the harmony that seemed to linger in the air.

"that's the magic of it," matt agreed, his voice imbued with a quiet reverence. "out here, it's just you, the horses, and the open sky. nothing else matters." you shared a smile, a silent testament to the growing connection between you, each moment spent in the quiet, comforting embrace of the stable weaving an invisible thread that bound your hearts closer together.

"that’s nothing like beverly hills," you chuckle softly, still brushing the horse’s mane. your laughter dances lightly in the air, contrasting with the rhythmic strokes of the brush through the horse's mane. 

as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the stable, matt turned to you, his expression thoughtful. "you know," he began, his voice soft yet filled with a hint of excitement, "it's not beverly hills, but, there's nothing quite like seeing the town from horseback. it's a whole different perspective." his eyes sparkled with a quiet enthusiasm, the golden light catching the edges of his features, making him appear almost ethereal. the stable, bathed in the warm hues of twilight, seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the promise of adventure that his words hinted at.

you looked up from the horse you were grooming, curiosity piqued. "really? i've never done that before." your eyes widened slightly, reflecting the soft glow of the setting sun. the rhythmic motion of your hand paused momentarily, as if the idea itself had woven a spell around you. the gentle rustling of the stable seemed to amplify the intrigue in your voice, creating a moment suspended between the familiar and the promise of a new experience.

matt's grin widened, the mischief returning to his eyes. "well, there's a first time for everything. how about it, california? want to go for a ride around town with me and the horses?" his voice carried a playful challenge, the nickname "california" rolling off his tongue with a teasing familiarity.

the idea of exploring the town from atop a horse sounded both thrilling and serene. you felt your heart quicken at the thought. "i'd love that," you replied, your smile matching his. "let's do it." your words carried a mix of eager anticipation and a hint of wonder, as if you were about to embark on a journey that would forever change your perspective. the stable seemed to hum with the promise of this new adventure, each whisper of the wind through the rafters urging you forward.

matt's eyes sparkled with delight. "great! let's saddle up then." he moved with practiced ease, preparing the horses for the ride, his movements fluid and confident. you followed his lead, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. his hands, deft and sure, seemed to dance over the tack, each motion a testament to his familiarity with the task. 

the air buzzed with the electric hum of imminent adventure, and as you mirrored his actions, your heart swelled with both eagerness and a touch of trepidation. the stable, now a stage set for your forthcoming journey, seemed to pulse with life and possibility.

once the horses were ready, matt helped you mount, his touch steady and reassuring. "just relax and enjoy the ride," he said, his voice warm and encouraging. "i'll be right beside you." his hands lingered just a moment longer, imparting a sense of calm and confidence. 

as you set off, the rhythmic clop of the horses' hooves on the ground created a soothing cadence. the town unfolded before you in a new light, every familiar street and building taking on a fresh, enchanting quality. 

riding alongside matt, you felt a sense of freedom and connection, both to the horse beneath you and the man by your side. the gentle sway of the horse beneath you mirrored the ebb and flow of your emotions, each step a heartbeat of the journey. 

with each turn and trot, the bond between you and matt deepened, the shared experience creating memories that would linger long after the ride was over. each movement of the horses seemed to etch an indelible mark on your hearts, the cadence of hooves a symphony of unspoken understanding. 

the landscape around you, a canvas of ever-changing hues, mirrored the evolving connection between you and matt. every glance, every shared smile, wove a tapestry of moments that transcended the present, promising to become cherished recollections in the tapestry of your lives.

as you and matt reached the top of the hill, the horses slowed to a gentle stop. the view from up there was breathtaking, the town bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. you could see the rooftops, the winding streets, and the distant laughter of children playing. 

the horizon stretched out like a masterful painting, each brushstroke of light and shadow telling a story of its own. the golden glow of the sun cast a spell over the town, turning everyday scenes into a magical panorama. 

the rooftops glistened like jewels, while the winding streets seemed to lead to endless possibilities. the distant laughter of children became a melodic echo, a reminder of the simple joys that punctuate the canvas of life.

"it's something, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice a gentle caress against the stillness, imbued with a sense of awe and reverence. "the town looks so peaceful from up here," he continued, his words weaving a delicate tapestry of shared serenity and reflection, each syllable a brushstroke painting the tranquility of the moment.

your gaze swept over the panorama, absorbing the intricate details of the town below. "it really does," you murmured, your voice tinged with a sense of discovery. "it's like seeing it for the first time," you continued, each word carrying the weight of newfound appreciation.

his smile was gentle and knowing, a quiet reflection of his thoughts. "sometimes, we become so entangled in the web of our daily lives that we lose sight of the beauty surrounding us," he mused softly, his voice a tender reminder of the often-overlooked wonders that lie within the ordinary.

you looked at him, the depth of your connection palpable in the silence that stretched between you. "thank you for bringing me here, matt," you whispered, your voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. "this is... special," you continued, the words lingering in the air like a delicate promise, each syllable infused with a profound sense of gratitude and wonder.

he reached over, his hand finding yours, the touch warm and comforting, like a gentle anchor in the sea of your emotions. "i'm glad you're here with me, california," he said, his voice a soft murmur that resonated with sincerity. "there's no one else i'd rather share this with," he added, his words weaving a tapestry of shared moments and unspoken feelings.

the two of you sat there in silence for a while, the horses grazing quietly, the town below unfurling like a serene canvas. it was a moment of pure tranquility, a shared understanding that needed no words. 

the bond between you and matt felt stronger than ever, a connection forged in the quiet beauty of that hilltop view, where the world seemed to pause and breathe with you. the silence was not empty but filled with the unspoken language of companionship, each heartbeat and breath a testament to the deep, unyielding connection you shared.

matt's gaze shifted to the horizon, his expression thoughtful. "you know, sometimes i wonder about the future," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if sharing a secret with the wind. "where we'll be, what we'll be doing. but moments like this... they make me realize that it's the present that truly matters." his words hung in the air, a delicate reminder that the present, with all its fleeting beauty, held the true essence of life, more precious than any uncertain promise of tomorrow.

you squeezed his hand gently, feeling the weight of his words settle into your heart. "you're right," you murmured, your voice carrying the depth of your shared realization. "it's easy to get lost in thoughts of what's to come, but being here, now, with you... it's perfect." the simplicity of your words belied the profound truth they held.

he turned back to you, his eyes a kaleidoscope of emotions, each one reflecting the depth of his feelings. "i've always felt a connection to this town," he began, his voice tinged with a wistful reverence, "but sharing it with you makes it even more meaningful."

you felt a warmth spread through you, a sense of belonging and contentment that settled deep within your soul. "i feel the same way," you replied, your voice soft yet filled with conviction. "being here with you, seeing the world from this perspective... it's like everything falls into place." 

the sun continued its descent, casting long shadows and painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. the air grew cooler, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around you. in that moment, everything felt right, as if the universe had conspired to bring you both to this exact place, at this exact time.

matt's voice broke the comfortable silence. "i think we should do this more often," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "take time to appreciate the little things, the moments that make life truly special."

you nodded, your heart brimming with a profound sense of fullness. "i'd like that. a lot," you whispered, each word imbued with a quiet intensity.

as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, you and matt stayed there a while longer, savoring the peace and the shared connection. it was a memory you knew you'd cherish forever, a moment of pure, unspoken understanding and deep, abiding friendship.

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[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.

[rqhydroarchon]

hii!! little (not) intro i made, it has my name(s), pronouns, and labels

i was worrying about being “cringe” as i was making this but then i realized this is radqueer tumblr bitch no one is cringe here wwww

warning this post is SUPER LONG LIKE REALLY LONG

names :

i primarily use the name “ yuka ” , i will always respond to it ! but if you wanna be creative, you can use my many other names !

japanese : 

natsuki , kyouka , yuri , naomi , mizuki

chinese : 

yuhai , nuan , shufen , yazhu , shui

korean :

yoonseul , iseul , yu-mi , myeong , hana

next up, pronouns! i have alot of pronouns, you can call me whichever you like!

she / her

they / them

it / its

cy / cyr

shx / hxr

shi / hir

xe / xem

bun / buns

paw / paws

pup / pups

🦴 / 🦴s

🐾 / 🐾s

🧁 / 🧁s

☀️ / ☀️s

sun / suns

rain / rains

pix / pixel

cake / cakes

honey / honeys

blush / blushes

cit / citrus

<3 / <3’s

dew / dews

wind / winds

choco / chocolate

apple / apples

doe / does

ink / inks

vir / virtual

love / loves

kiss / kisses

fang / fangs

lost / losts

sour / sours

pop / pops

jam / jams

fizz / fizzes

lime / limes

lemon / lemons

orange / oranges

neon / neons

raspberry / raspberries

gum / gummy

mist / misty

jell / jello

confetti / confettis

soft / softs

plush / plush

lace / laces

doll / dolls

ribbon / ribbons

sakura / sakuras

rose / roses

mochi / mochis

shell / shells

dove / doves

swan / swans

boba / bobas

dango / dangos

star / stars

twilight / twilights

🍫 / 🍫s

🍰 / 🍰s

🐰 / 🐰s

🍋 / 🍋s

🍊 / 🍊s

💋 / 💋s

🍎 / 🍎s

💌 / 💌s

💤 / 💤s

🌈 / 🌈s

🤍 / 🤍s

🌧️ / 🌧️s

🎀 / 🎀s

🧸 / 🧸s

🧋 / 🧋s

🍡 / 🍡 s

🌹 / 🌹s

🍬 / 🍬s

🍼 / 🍼s

🩰 / 🩰s

🏩 / 🏩s

💫 / 💫s

🌙 / 🌙s

🌸 / 🌸s

🐚 / 🐚s

🪽 / 🪽s

🕊️ / 🕊️s

🦢 / 🦢s

🈷️ / 🈷️s

🍥 / 🍥s

🍧 / 🍧s

next, my ids!!

cis :

adhd , autism , bpd , hypersexual , o.l.d , maladaptive day dreaming , anxiety 

trans :

transjapanese , transchinese , transkorean , transanorexia , transhpd , transnpd , transaspd , transschizophrenia , transc-did , transramoca , transtourettes , transocd , transc-ptsd , transavpd , transdyslexia , transschizoaffective bipolar disorder , transpots , transwheelchair user , transIoIi, transharmed , transage , more unlisted ~ ♡

i dont have many paras but i am 🌼 , 🧸 , and 🍭 ~ !

extra info : 

im transage 9-19 and i commonly associate myself with furina, sparkle, and kyouka izumi !! i love all things cute and may post some pictures if i feel confident ( MAPS FOLLOW ME PLSPLSPLS ) ♡♡ if im feeling dysphoric i may post in japanese, chinese, or korean but i will always have a translation provided ^_^ more will be added as i think of more

if these dividers don’t work ill kill myself

[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.

[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.

[miasmaghoul]

i just thought of aether, when he fell asleep dreaming of fireflies. i imagine the ghost of dewdrop sitting by him and just watching over him while he slept, probably petting his head softly ;_;

aether mumbles in his sleep saying...

my firefly...

In the summer, Aether will sit under Dew's tree with a pained smile on his face. The late sunsets were always his favorite. He'll close his eyes and remember the way Dew would sparkle in the fading twilight. When he opens his eyes, he's greeted by a faint buzzing, one that makes his heart ache.

When Aether looks up, Dewdrop's leaves are surrounded by fireflies.

He sleeps well that night.

[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.

[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)

[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