#alkaid is baby

[romance-rambles]

listening to edge of dawn for the first time in a while and

and

and

like a red [white, technically] rose, seeking the sun—no matter where it goes

eden alkaid and eden lars

eden alkaid and eden lars

EDEN ALKAID AND EDEN LARS

and then.

and then

i long to stay, where the light dwells, to guard against the cold that i know so well

this is eden alkaid and mc

[judesmoonbeauty]

Smol Babies ♥️

I’ll be printing, laminating and making a key ring of these guy to keep at my office desk when I need something to get me through the day 😌

[gepazu]

y. yk the “i love the smiths” “what?” “i said i love the smiths!” CAUSE IMAGINE THAT WITH ALKAID BRO……

[idyllcy]

valentine's event: baby, i'm so stupid in love

Happy Valentine's Day!! You now have (stares at watch) 24 hours to send a love letter to your fav to my inbox! (be as delusional as you'd like) Your beloved and your messenger are waiting! x's n o's !!!

Character List:

apothecary diaries (Jinshi, Maomao)

danganronpa (Komaeda, Hinata, Kamukura)

dc (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass, Jaime Reyes)

a date with death (Grimmy)

lovebrush chronicles (Alkaid, Ayn, Cael, Clarence, Lars)

love and deepspace (Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel)

saiki k (Saiki)

solo leveling (Jinwoo, Zhigang)

tears of themis (Vyn, Marius, Luke, Artem)

What to send to me:

A love letter! An example will be provided below the cut using pretty bird!!

Example ask:

Dearest birdie,

How are you this Valentine's? It's unfortunate it's a Wednesday this year and all of my professors (still) hate me. Though, it does remind me of our first date. I can't believe you won me over with a Costco card of all things LOL. I'm sure you'll be reading this letter while having breakfast, so be sure to order some pizza when I get home. Or, show up to my class? Who knows. Lots of love Timmy <3

Eternally yours, Pretty Bird

Example response:

Pretty Bird,

You should know better than to leave early in the morning with nothing but a letter stuck in your place... though, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to show up to your class with roses to escort you out. What would you call it? Shoujo-coded? Let's go Costco shopping again... this time for our house. I'll see you after work.

Your birdie, Tim

EVENT ENDS: 24 HOURS FROM POSTING || HAVE FUN!!

[cocotome]

William and the Lovebrush babies 🥹 So cute how Ayn is gonna help Clarence after he ruined his little jenga tower lol. Cael's hair is gorgeous as always and I'm not even surprised about Lars! Baby Alkaid is adorable~

[gimme-noodles-please]

For the Lovebrush Chronicles requests: the LIs and pet names please! Just headcanons are fine

Pet names

content: reader uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: im sorry it is kinda rushed 🥲

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Ayn

Princess (his favourite)

Baby

My treasure

My muse

He might call you by something that reminds him of you. Or in worse case for example, you choke on a fishball. He would call you Fishball to tease you for a month or so

“Your voice is my favourite melody which I will want to listen to over and over again”

Alkaid

Darling

In the Chinese version (even when they already are in a relationship), he likes to call MC “小学妹” which is translated to be like Japanese kouhai

Angel

Baby

Often gives sweet petnames

“I will always be here whenever you need me”

Lars

Honey

Cutie

My lady (in the Chinese version, he often calls MC as “小姑娘” which directly translates to little lady or like Miss lol)

In the Chinese version he also likes calling MC as “小画家” directly translating to little artist. (Dude really be emphasising about how small MC is compared to him-)

Would definitely give you fun random nicknames that lasts for a day to a week

“Anything you paint looks beautiful in my eyes”

Clarence

Dear

Sweetheart

Love of my life

I think in the Chinese version he also calls MC as 小学妹

Prefers more traditional pet names

“Look closely into my eyes and you would see a reflection of yourself because you are the only one I have eyes on. Ah! Was that bad?”

Cael

My love

My beloved

Darling

Old habits die hard so often times he ends up just saying your name instead of any pet name

His taste in pet names are more traditional

“I made for you some breakfast before you go off for classes”

[floxtingdrm]

𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙖

(𝙽): 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Alkaid McGrath, Lars Rorschach, Clarence Clayden, Ayn Alwyn, Cael Anselm.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Headcannon.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: They/them.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You called them by a weird nickname.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: ooc characters, please note I made this for shits and giggles and is not meant to be taken seriously, thank you.

𝘼𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙞𝙙

♡ “Hm? Is there something you need, darling?”

♡ Was a bit confused at first but recovers fast.

♡ He might have already guessed it was going to happen at some point in your relationship, however didn't think it would be so soon.

♡ Would tease you back for the weird nickname and potentially use a weird nickname as well.

♡ If you used the weird nickname in public he won’t really mind, however as your punishment for doing so you’re sentenced to cuddles and headpats.

♡ “You’re so cute, my little gremlin with a pencil~” you called him garlic bread.

♡ Nicknames that were used: star stalker, garlic bread, rocky mountain oysters, garden hoe-

𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙨

♡ “Really? Goldie locks??”

♡ He doesn’t hate it, he likes it but he usually pouts when you call him by a very random nickname out of nowhere.

♡ He doesn’t mind the more “tame” versions of your nicknames if you used them in publics, the others? He’s gonna sulk.

♡ Will get revenge by calling you with weird nicknames as well, however is not very creative with them.

♡ Your punishment for these nicknames will usually be no cuddles nor kisses until you comfort him out of his sulking phase.

♡ “That still isn’t enough for me to get out of my sulking phase, snail eggs.”

♡ Nicknames that were used: Waffle fries, baby with a wallet, Goldie locks, w a l n u t

𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

♡ “B-Buffalo wings?? What makes you say that?”

♡ Flabbergasted, shocketh, his reaction would probably be the funniest.

♡ Will never get used to you calling him nicknames out of nowhere especially when you call him “buttery croissant”

♡ Do NOT try to call him any of the weird nicknames when he’s at an important event because if you do, I hope your brain has the mental capacity for the extra tutoring from him.

♡ He will try to call you with a weird nickname but will end up snickering to himself when he sees your face and in the end laughs to himself quietly.

♡ “Your answer is wrong, hairless cat.”

♡ Nicknames that were used: Rubiks cube, eight grade math teacher, cat dad, paralysis demon, buttery croissant, buffalo wings.

𝘼𝙮𝙣

♡ "Call me Tsundere one more time, I dare you"

♡ The most unamused out of all of them, he doesn't entirely hate it... later on but it is a nightmare when you started calling him all sorts of things.

♡ He will ignore you in public if you try to call him with any of the names, if you provoke him hard enough consider dodging lessons with the number of times he's gonna shut you up with kisses, or not-

♡ You think he might not call you with weird nicknames but don't let your guard down too quick, he's going to make you regret calling him "short king" (he's not short compared to the average height but since he was the shortest out of everyone on the list I thought it would be funny)

♡ Once you're done and finish with your weird nickname shenanigans it's his turn to attack with the list of weird nicknames he's compiled in secret.

♡ "Where are you looking at, hagfish~?"

♡ Nicknames that were used: emo vampire, batfish, scaramouche kinnie (no offence-).

𝘾𝙖𝙚𝙡

♡ "Breakfast is Crepes with whipped cream and strawberries"

♡ Out of of all the people, he's the one who doesn't seem to have a reaction at all to your nickname shenanigans, he took care of you, of course he's prepared for your chaos.

♡ He doesn't even care what you call him in public, he's that unbothered by it it almost makes you feel bored, however...

♡ Cael seems to frown and has this annoyed look on him, even if it was brief every time you call him by a certain nickname.

♡ He won't treat you out of the ordinary even when you use the nicknames that make him frown a bit, though don't expect to know how he's planning to teach you a lesson in his own way.

♡ "You're drink is bitter? Perhaps I should just give you milk, fetus~" safe to say the war is far from over.

♡ Nicknames that were used: Marinated wine, dinosaur's cousin, princess, great great great great great grandfather.

Au notes: I was bored.

[shinyyanon]

SPOILERS FOR EDEN ALKAID ROUTE

memes below

GET AWAY FROM MY BABY ALKAID

but prefect luminary is kinda hot though...

2 vers of the meme

me during that one part lol

made this for reddit user adhawkeye

[forlovewithyou]

Buzz obviously couldn't carry a baby on duty, so he chose to send Alkaid to his brother's command post and let the LGMs take care of him temporarily.

But it seems that Lunar had a big misunderstanding.

It was Metei who took the initiative to call Warp, so he had to tell her about the weird thing that happened recently; she was obviously excited about the details of it

[xbalayage]

I'm already LOVING EDEN. God I waited so long for a new world. Clarence and Lars already look delicious, I'm waiting to see AYN AND MY BABY ALKAID. EHEHEHE VILLAIN ALKAID, SHOW YOURSELF

[lexsssu]

ok so im trynna finish writing the first chappy for the dragon collection which is gonna be Neuvi rn

and then im thinking of finally finishing part 2 aemond's chappy in sicksicksick (baby has been waiting for so long to be reunited with his goddess :')) )

after...maybe a lovebrush drabble with alkaid???

[romance-rambles]

spirit world alkaid | the one i can hold

How were you to know the answer you gave him that night would take on a different meaning in the future?

1.3k, heavy(!!) route spoilers, fluff and angst, reader is mc, series: as the months go by

YOU MUST BE IN THE middle of a dream.

Two Alkaids watch you, lovely green eyes glimmering with faint amusement and concern. Neither of them have deigned to answer your question, and isn't that how most of your dreams go?

You've never had one like this before though...

The smile on his face inspires your thoughts to go down an entirely unhelpful route. This was the reason you'd been drinking in the first place. After all, you have a home to return to and the people who care about you are probably worried.

In the exact same way you'd been fretting over the Alkaid—Alkaids?—in front of you. He'd been gone for most of the day, busy with important currently-not-a-Spirit-Lord matters, and—wait.

Where was the second Alkaid hiding this entire time?

A frown tugs at your lips. You're not sure if you like this dream...

"Well then, which one do you like better?" the Alkaids ask, cutting through your thoughts.

They tilt their heads in curiosity, as if the answer isn't obvious. You don't even have to ponder the question. Alkaid is Alkaid, and the second Alkaid is Alkaid too.

The answer is both, obviously.

And, as it turns out, alcohol has ridden you of your weakness. Neither your hesitation, nor your embarrassment are available to talk you down from whatever it is you intend to do to hammer that message in.

You stumble out of the porch swing he'd crafted for you, in the same way he'd once crafted—or, rather, will craft in the future—a canopied hammock, jug still in one hand and your other one aiming for one of the Alkaid's hands.

It passes through his blurry image with ease.

As you blink at your hand, confused gaze tracing the lines on your palm, a scowl begins to form on your lips. Frustration begins to build, leaving your brain to feel as though it's being squeezed behind your forehead.

Once more, you reach for his hand.

Once more, the same Alkaid does not allow you to hold it.

Instead, they both chuckle softly. No matter how many times he invokes his spell, you can't see yourself ever not falling for it—hook, line, and sinker. Your indignation is now no more than a faint memory; and what's left of it is overwhelmed by the longing and desire that, all this time, you've been too afraid to put a name on.

Somehow, you are no longer afraid.

Lips parting, you watch him—both of them—reach out his hand.

This time, you can clearly feel his warmth. He laces his fingers together with yours and gently squeezes your hand. You return the favor, wondering if it's enough to make him understand—love is its name, and it leaves your heart beating loudly only for him.

Oh, you realize, he's real.

"Well?" he whispers, his gaze tender and loving.

Your gaze drops down to his soft lips, almost instinctively. It's infectious—his smile. Perhaps some of your self-restraint remains; you don't indulge in the first thought that pops into your mind. The lingering bruise on your pride, you think, probably plays a part in that too.

As your lips curl into its mirror image, you look back into his tranquil green eyes instead. The other Alkaid remains, still visible in the corners of your alcohol-fueled vision. He watches you rethink your decision with that same smile.

It irks you enough that any pain you derive from not choosing him transforms into self-satisfaction.

"The one...I can hold," you declare, pressing your forehead against Alkaid's. The tangible one, whose eyes widen slightly at your actions. "That's...the one I like."

You have your other arm thrown over his shoulder. If the jug of win in your hand bothers him, he doesn't mention it. Rather, it is only when your hand finds a comfortable place to rest and the jug stops bumping into his back that he inhales sharply.

That one, you fear, is on him. His skin feels much cooler than your hand, your tight grip on the jug's handle having left it warmer than usual. It's a first—usually, the opposite tends to hold true.

"Your hand's warm," he says, closing his eyes. "I wonder...does this mean you don't need me to warm it up anymore?"

"No!"

You pull away, distraught. The jug of wine bumps into his shoulder. In your rush to chide him for playing with your feelings, you miss the reddish hue his antlers have taken on.

Alkaid chuckles warmly, transferring some of his warmth to your hand before he allows you to fully slip away. "Alright, I'm sorry."

He says your name adoringly, in the way you've heard lovers speak of each other. The hint of mischief in his gaze as he pleads innocently for your forgiveness should have you turning your nose up at him.

"Will you forgive me?" he asks, watching you cross your arms.

You both know what the answer to that is. Still, you keep your silence.

On a nearby tree, some of the light pink flowers transform into a bright red fruit. At Alkaid's silent command, a vine reaches out and carefully plucks out an apple. But instead of offering it to you, it leaves the fruit in Alkaid's waiting hand.

"I'm sure you haven't had anything to eat." He offers you the fruit, stifling a laugh at your miffed expression. "For you. Please?"

"I haven't...forgiven you yet." Despite your words, you still take a bite of the apple. It's sweet, though you find its taste difficult to savor when the man in front of you is much sweeter. "But since...you said please..."

His softly smiling expression doesn't change at your words. You find its much harder to tease him these days—especially when his blunt but earnest tendencies tend to put you on the losing side.

"I'm afraid that leaves me with a problem," he says. "I don't want the woman—the woman I care about to be mad at me."

You consider his words for a moment. Not the content, but the way he stumbled over his words, changing course to an entirely different phrase. There are only so many phrases that can be said with that same intensity—like a secret confession, hidden amongst the most ordinary of words.

You want to tell him that the woman I love has a better ring to it. You want to tell him you'll stay—for him. For them.

"I can...think of something," you whisper, tightening your grasp on the once bitten apple. "Stay with me...forever."

And I'll stay with you.

Surprise blooms across his expression. Along with it comes the scarlet hue that colors his cheeks, the one you never seem to be able to mimic in your paintings. He reaches out and caresses your hair.

Your disappointment at his perceived cowardice is brief and easily brushed away.

"I will." Alkaid vows softly.

You believe him.

YOU MUST BE IN THE middle of a dream.

Alkaid watches you from the steps on the porch, lovely green eyes glimmering with sadness. Adorning one of his antlers is starlight given a mortal form, the very same flower from which you'd attempted to make a garland for him. His smile betrays nothing of the fact that he broke his promise.

He says your name and then—

"You like that porch swing a lot. I'm glad."

This is how a lot of your dreams start out these days.

You tighten your grip on the vines that hold up your porch swing. By now, you've given up on any pleasantries—and on shooing him away, or walking away yourself. He always comes back the next day. He always wears that flower.

You are always sitting here, even though you've long since moved back to the world you once called home. The heart wants what the heart wants, doesn't it?

And though you can no longer hold him, your heart still only wants him.

"Stay with me," you say, as always, your voice just barely above a whisper.

And, as he always does, Alkaid vows softly, "I will."

You've long since stopped believing him.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Serve it to me. White flowers and all.

[gepazu]

Fanfic idea!!

Snuggling with Alkaid 🥺

“love, i think—” you huff, trying to move into a more comfortable position. “i think you’re too tense..”

your words inquire a curious hum from alkaid, feeling his hand ghost the head of your spine.

“too… tense?” he replies.

“yea,” you remove your head from his warm shoulder, looking up to him — half of your face covered with his sweater. “you feel like you’re hugging a corpse, baby.”

the man’s lips curve downward, and you hold back the laugh washing over your tongue to pat his back soothingly.

“i’ll.. hold on a second, love.”

his hand moves down to your waist, the cold feeling of his fingers seeping through your clothes, to which you close your eyes and let his tiny frown be the last thing you envision.

a light pink flutters about behind your eyelids as you feel him shift and the sheets’ creases change below you. the bed dips, his hand slides down to your hip, locks of — what you assume is his hair — tickle your cheek and kiss your skin before the quick motions stop with a soft sigh.

“is.. this alright now?” he asks, face flushed with a sheepishness only you can create.

you smile, curtaining the loose strands of pale gold behind his ear — cherishing the tenderness your man has become with a few words of yours.

“absolutely.”

✩ love notes — YOON. YOON IM- puts hand over heart and faints dramatically

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©️ GEPAZU 2023.

[ad-hawkeye]

EDEN ALKAID MY POOKIE I'VE MISSED YOU EVER SO MUCH . MY BABY BOY

[liviavanrouge]

Ayn: What...

Lars: You can have the kingdom, I'm taking my daughter with me away from here..

Ayn: *Stares with wide eyes surprised*

Lars: I haven't been the best emperor but I've become the best dad....as far as being the best can come..

Lars: I'd rather not Sasha be dragged into everything

Ayn: She can be crowned princess.

Lars: Hm?

Ayn: Diana..asked me to watch over her baby alongside Alkaid...

Ayn: .....I'm doing my best to fulfill that promise and Sasha doesn't have much power in her hands..

Ayn: Make her the Crowned Princess...

Lars: *Stares then looks away* No, my idea still stands, when she's old enough, I'm taking her and leaving..

Ayn: You can't-

Lars: I can and I will...too many people are after my baby now..you know this

Ayn: *Glances down*

Lars: You're not arguing anymore so you know I'm right.....then this discussion is settled, I'm taking her with me when she's twelve

Ayn: What if she can prove she can survive, will you replace me with her like I suggested..

Lars: Only then....yes..

Ayn: *Turns and walks away* Fine then..

~~~~

Sasha(5): *Beams* Ayn!

Ayn: *Picks her up* Sasha...you need to start working hard alright..

Alkaid: Huh?

Ayn: I need you to replace me as the Crowned Heir....this is the final thing I can do for your mother to protect you and give you more power..

Alkaid: *Stares in shock* Huh..

Ayn: So study hard, learn swordsmanship, and grow up strong...

Sasha: *Looks down confused but nods* Okay...

Ayn: *Sets her down* Good....what have you made this time

Ayn: *Crouches down beside Sasha, watching her draw* A bunny...

Sasha: *Nods, beaming*

Alkaid: *Stares at Ayn stunned, wondering what was going through his head*

@queen-of-twisted