#and she’s so sweet and soft and pure and elegant! so lovely and precious!

[sleepy-kitten-of-mine]

[cocomintcat]

Heaven's Princess (Prologue)

Hazbin hotel x seraph!reader Platonic series

Part 1 || Masterlist

Songs of the chapter: Slipping through my fingers (Abba)

The fall, God lost one of his beloved children, his son, the morning star, Lucifer. He, alongside his other 7 children, mourned the loss. The siblings all cherished Lucifer dearly. He was one of the youngest. Years on earth were chaotic, God was angry and felt lost. Then, after he felt his duty to earth was done, he secluded himself only to ever talk to his children and seraphiel, his friend. 

After 50 years or so of Emily's birth, Seraphiel had an idea. God loved his children dearly. They always brought light to him. Unfortunately, now it is just being the 7 plus him taking lucifer's job. Their work kept them quite busy, leaving God on his own. Seraphiel debated if this idea would work or be worth it, but there was no harm in trying after all. 

He brought the idea to God. God showed no opposition, so the plan was set in motion. Seraphiel created a new baby seraph. Small she was. Pale skin with a purple blush, a cute heart nose, purple hair, and the most notable, lively purple eyes briming with life.

 Once God held her in his arms, he felt a familiar surge of love and warmth. Seraphial was glad his idea worked. He watch as God coo'd at the small girl. She giggled back at him flailing her tiny little arms.

That day she was named God's little princess, Eliora Sarai Starlight.

7 beings walked through the spacious and bright home. Upon entering the lounge room, they greeted their father.

“So what exactly did you call us all here for??” Azrael was the first to speak up.

“Well I wanted to introduce you to your little sister of course!!”

“Sister?!” Almost all of his children shouted out of pure shock, not expecting to ever add another to the family since the fall.

“YES! Well, I guess I should explain myself a bit…” God explained best he could of seraphiel's idea. He had given it a try, and it was more than worth it. Some of the siblings were a bit apprehensive about the idea. Some still missed their brother, who had fallen. They just hoped their sister wouldn't become just a replacement for him.

Seeing their mixed feelings, God took them to a very beautiful room. A soft yet elegant crib was in the center. The 7 siblings crowded around immediately to see the small princess. She awoke, sensing multiple new presences. Her big eyes gazed at each of the new faces before reaching out her arms to them. Leroy, the dominion angel, put a gloved hand out towards the little one who immediately grasped it before nuzzling it. Leroy smiled down at the little one, putting his hand on her cheek, gently stroking it.

“She's quite sweet isnt she?”

“Haha! She is.” God's smiled softly watching all the siblings interact. Cassius, the shortest of the siblings, immediately scooped up the small girl. Spinning with her in their arms the little girl squealed with excitement.

“She is absolutely adorable!! What did you name her?!”

“Eliora Sarai Starlight. She's heaven's little princess, so I thought the name would be fitting.”

“Thats so cute! Little Elly!” Cassius spoiled the little girl with kisses all over her face, which made her giggle and squirm.

“Ok let the rest of us have some time with our baby sister!” Azrael snatched her straight from Cassius, giving her a hug and nuzzling her with his face.

“What a little cutie! You got really lucky with this tiny angel!” The sibling each passed her around, giving the girl plenty of affection. Micheal was the last to hold his baby sister. Gently, he rocked her. She was tired out from each of his other siblings and their excessive affections. She snuggled in his arms, and he smiled softly at her tiny, sleepy form.

“She's so precious!” Cassius continued to coo over the adorable baby alongside Azrael and Leroy. The other watched fondly seeing the joy she resparked amongst the family. God felt a sweet familiarity at the scene. He was glad he could bring his family back together.

“Emy!!” A small seraph exclaimed, running into the arms of her friend. Eliora had grown significantly in the past 40 years. Though she was still small in stature, the princess had now aged to that of a 4 year old human child.

“Its good to see you too, lia!” The other seraph squeaked happily, squeezing her friend. Emily was 90 and a good foot taller than the tiny princess. Both had become good friends being close in age. After the princess was old enough to walk and talk, Seraphiel started bringing his youngest with him to visit God. The two girls got along extremely well, pleasing their fathers.

Eliora had also met some of Emily’s other sisters. They were all nice, Sera however was always very strict and bit too much for the princess. She lived with God, the Creator, and even he wasn't so strict with everything. Still, a good bond had formed between the young princess and the youngest seraphim daughter.

For a child, Eliora was very well behaved. She rarely got into any trouble, and most of the time, it was because she followed others when they got into trouble. She'd usually sit and watch others from her father's lap or side. If she was with her siblings, she'd maybe ask a question or two about what she had observed, but other than that, she was easily entertained by watching others. She was quite curious about things, but she wasn't so curious as to figure it out for herself.

“Daddy, whats the bible?”

“Why do you want to know little one?”

“I overheard some angels talking about it.”

“Its a book on Heaven and early Earth written by humans, you know the ones that some call winners. The angels that once lived on earth.”

“Oh? Can you tell me more about it?” Eliora now was 60. She knew a bit about heaven, earth, and winners but not a lot. Her family discussed what age each topic would be appropriate to explain to her. The fall she could learn once she reached 100 along with hell, but for now, just some of heaven and earth was allowed.

God proceeded to tell Eliora a bit about eden before Eve ate the fruit. He also left out Lilith. Mostly, he told her about all the animals, and here he learned her absolute adoration for all animals. He couldn't say he was all that surprised with her sweet, loving nature.

Eliora's 80th birthday was soon. She was currently out with Micheal to go on a cute lunch date. He loved treating her to these special outings. The place was a nice little restaurant owned by a sweet elderly winner who was fairly new. The restaurant dabbled in multiple styles of southern cuisines, as Micheal had told Eliora. The restaurant staff were all southern winners who agreed to join the sweet lady's team to bring a bit of old comfort to their new home. It was a popular lunch place among many new winners. Eliora and Micheal, being heaven born, asked the server for recommendations. They ended up with (your choice ;)) and some beignets for dessert.

“Wow didn't expect Mr. Head Angel Micheal to be out here having lunch with some kid. Fuck, your baby mama leave you huh? That must suck haha!” A man with a strange mask said. Eliora's nose scrunched at the way he talked to her brother.

“Adam i suggest you watch your language. As for the kid shes my little sister Eliora.”

Eliora politely waves at the man before going back to eating.

“Sister? I thought your familial editions ended after the fall?”

“She was given to us about 80 years ago.”

“damn so she really is a little squirt.”

Micheal was annoyed and managed to get Adam to say his goodbyes and leave.

“Elly two things. First don't listen or repeat any new words you hear from Adam. Second I'm sorry we got interrupted.”

Luckily, the rest of the lunch was peaceful and delightful. Eliora said she'd like to go to the restaurant again, Micheal decided to let his siblings know about it if they were to take her out to eat.

Soon Eliora’s 80th birthday passed. She had met Adam a few more times, mostly when she was out with Sera and Emily. Eventually, Adam was asked, Sera had an emergency to attend to, to watch both Emily and Eliora. He wasn't too happy but agreed. He decided to teach them electric guitar while they waited for Sera to return.

“So you hold it like this - yup, good job, squirt.” Adam started with teaching Emily. She struggled but had fun learning. Next, it was Eliora's turn. She had been watching in amazement. She left Adam speechless with how fast she picked up how to play. He decided to teach her a few more rock instruments, which she grasped the basics almost immediately.

‘yo Micheal wtf is your sister on. Sera is using me as an emergency babysitter and so I taught the 2 tinys some instrumental lessons and ur sister knows the basics to like 3 intruments’

‘what?’

‘yeah, bass, electric guitar and drums’

‘...’

Soon enough, Sera was back. Micheal had let his family know what Adam sent him and his theory. They decided to test it, and it was correct. Eliora’s heavenly gift was music related. She also told them how it also incorporated dance after they explained what heavenly gifts were. A celebration was held for the little princess. Adam was invited to which he gifted her some rock instruments, while her siblings gifted all sorts of traditional and modern instruments. Gabriel, however, gifted her dance shoes of all types. Emily was extremely excited and insisted the princess put on a performance for her birthday as a gift.

Over the next 60 years, Eliora practiced her heavenly gifts. She also became close to Adam, and he luckily learned to tone down his rude behavior around her. Anytime he took her around heaven, he'd put her on his shoulders or drape a wing over her like a brother resting an arm on their shorter siblings head.

Eliora had 40 years since learning about the Fall and Hell. She asked each sibling about their experience and about Lucifer. She tried to ask Adam but soon learned that it was a sore subject for him.

Eliora's relationship with God changed with the years, too. They're close, and hes a good father, but the realization of her growing up is starting to make him feel down. She tries her best to assure him that no matter how old she gets, she'll always be his little girl and stay in heaven by his side. Luckily, as long as she was around, his depression seemed to not be too bad. However, with age comes responsibility. She doesn't do any intense work or even a heavenly job, but rather, she observes others work in heaven. From each of her brothers to the seraphim. She didn't really know what she wanted to do, nor was there really a job that she was needed for aside from assisting to lighten others' workloads. Eliora also spent a good amount of time performing for others in heaven, dancing and singing to lift others' spirits or soothe new spirits. That's actually how Eliora made new friends. One went by the name Biatreh, but Eliora called her Bee.

More notes on god and 7 heavenly virtues, mostly based on the art by or for who i assume is @apieceofheaven 

I believe cassius is by mika_ji_ on X, they commissioned artists for their design so I can assume as they're the only person I found art of that exact cassius design!! (I love all the designs I hope yall like the ones I chose as reference since we don't know any of their cannon designs)

Also context seraphiel is head of seraphim family in this version, so sera and Emily are sisters (there so many versions of heaven and the names so I'm going with what ones suit this story best and I kinda like the idea of this)

Also name meaning "God is my light" "princess" and obviously starlight is English so you can assume why I chose that <3

[iridescentdove]

Akutagawa, Mori, Kouyo & Higuchi x Elysia! Reader

Elysia is the Herrscher of Human Ego in Honkai Impact. She is a girl as beautiful as dancing petals, and holds the power which is comparable to a God itself.

Her personality is cheerful and sweet-loving, Elysia cares about her friends and everyone else dearly. She's elegant, unique, and is a person who enjoys everything.

Soukoku, Atsushi & Ranpo Ver. ♡ Decay Of Angels Ver.

AKUTAGAWA RYUNOSUKE:

He'd be a curious lad, although not seeking much of his own personal interest because ... Dazai.

Then again, it's not unexpected you'd find a way to make even this guy fall for you. It takes time, but Akutagawa sees and uncovers the truth later on.

Honestly, surprised. A God? Really? But how? He's finally peaked some interest to see it for himself.

Wait holy shit you're so pretty i'm not ready for this–

He's gaping. Your aura is imperturbable, so omnipotent and strong. Yet, it found a hint of peace and tranquility as he felt safe and not ... terrified.

You're nicer than he thought. Given as the God of Humanity, maybe he shouldn't have been so on guard.

From there, you guys kicked it on. Albeit, slowly.

Akutagawa of course finds you beautiful. He's stole a few glances often, but refuses to admit it himself. Wouldn't say it out loud. At least not yet.

In the fight with Atsushi against Fitzgerald, you had come right on time.

And that man was no match for you. Akutagawa couldn't even believe his own eyes. You were the embodiment of power and grace.

You fought and destroyed without an ounce of anger.

Just purely going along. And he found himself just falling the moment you came down.

He's staring, with a certain look in his eyes no one has seen on him before. Was it...admiration? Softness?

You two had an actual convo. And his overflowing joy as you praised him so much, with words he always wished to hear from Dazai himself. But now, did he care?

Akutagawa loves you.

And he won't take shit from others who say otherwise. Let's just say Mori had no choice but to approve.

Privately is where he shows affection. You'd be in your God Form that he's in awe of, and just sits there quietly with you with a hand caressing your hair and outfit.

"Dazai is proud of you~" You said one day, both of you sitting at the foot of the bed. And he knew that. But...

Akutagawa simply shook his head. "He acknowledges me. However, it's no longer him I seek acceptance of." His heart beats fondly at the warm image of you.

"...It's you. Only you."

Sometimes regrets dating you seeing you dancing to WAP at 3am with Higuchi and Gin

OUGAI MORI:

Man you know this guy only likes children 12 years and below that.

But who says you couldn't adopt Elise by force

He was most likely against it at first, but well, you're...Elysia. That's all i need to say. Mori did warm up to the idea but found the thought of you in the mafia weird.

You're too kind. Too sweet. Too...colorful. But you assure you were only there to take care of Elise LMAO

He appreciates you playing with the blonde girl whenever he gets too busy, so he won't have to worry. Plus, Elise seems to really like you! Then maybe he should, as well.

Silently watches whenever you do your makeup, or look around for an outfit you find really cute.

Finds you endearing overtime.

He'd definitely try and ask you to be Elise's mom, and the fact you know he's a pedophile so you decline lmfao. BUT HE WON'T GIVE UP AHAHAHA

Dude would just smirk and go along with his day. But not without asking again later on, probably.

Though you're not from the Port Mafia, you know enough that many get hurt or even die due to the missions being given. As such, especially if it's Mori giving out orders.

So you've decided to become support! Yay!

If taken out on dangerous missions, you'd come with them and interfere if you must. You can heal as well.

...Without half killing them–

Mori's seen your God Form, definitely. It was during that one time their precious Yokohama nearly bombed down to a crisp ._.

He's lost it for the very first time, the strong, head-on facade teared down at the last moment.

There's not a day this man stops thinking about you.

Elise is always coddling your time, laughing at your jokes and playing dress up. He's learned to be used to your presence, and hopes that you'll accept him one day.

Funny enough, you did. He's happy about it. Now, you can spend your time as a happy and chaotic family <3

Tried to take you on a dangerous mission but you came out with Akutagawa and Higuchi without a single scratch.

Mori, just give up. That's a God.

OZAKI KOUYOU:

You were the first to approach. Seeing as if there had been nothing else to do, you decided to talk to her.

She was pretty! And also found you rather cute too.

Both of you just ended up liking each other overtime and started gushing about Kyouka, but anyways. It seems that it didn't take too long for her to warm up.

After all, it's a big sister's duty. You both often went to taste some good tea and sweets around Yokohama.

You knew of Kouyou's past - that strength of yours coming as a legitimate God, but then again, you don't bring it up and prefer to help in her healing process.

She's thankful for you, and probably had prayed to you when Kyouka had disappeared. She's that trustful.

But then again, you're not like them. Why shouldn't she?

You're extremely beautiful, perfectly strong. The times she'd seen you fight so elegantly was a sight to behold. It would never get old no matter how many times.

Honestly everyone is double shocked because you just obliterated everything without moving a single leg ._.

And yet again, Kouyou is fascinated and overwhelmed by your God Form. She'll never get sick of seeing it.

The way you transform into it is so stunning too.

You'll often spoil her with outfits and expensive tea just because you want to, your roles reversed. No matter what, you'd always be taking care of her.

She appreciates it. Having you around makes her heart flutter a certain way.

You're there, showing her so much kindness and being so gentle it nearly hurt. A holy being as you deserved much more than her.

But again, you're assuring her no one else is as amazing and perfect as she was in your eyes. You loved her.

Kouyou could only smile so genuinely. So bright. So this is the light? It sure has been a while.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all.

ICHIYOU HIGUCHI:

Akutagawa who? I only serve under (Y/N)

She and you are honestly the cutest couple ever. Where are the Higuchi stans? Damn this is unfair.

Higuchi first met you when you invited yourself into the base with a...is thAT AKUTAGAWA?! DEATHLY INJURED? She found no words to say at that moment.

You had taken him towards the nurse clinic, but not before staying to check if he was alright.

Higuchi alone found that strange. You weren't in the mafia.

Then how the hell did you manage to get past security, get all the way up without getting ambushed, and somehow get to Mori's office in one piece?

She saw you talking to Mori. You were carefree, sweet, and even gave him boxes of sweets claiming it's for everyone.

...Yes, she approached you herself. SLAY BESTIE

Although she planned it to be a simple interaction. It was anything about that. Because of that day, she learned so many things about you she never would have thought of.

You're a GOD?? OF HUMANITY?? YOU KNOW LITERALLY EVERYONE'S NAMES, FACES AND LOVE THEM ALL?

The fact you also claim to love her, Higuchi just stops responding and goes red.

But by the time she realizes her emotions...well...

That happened.

Congratulations, you've earned a 100% faithful follower. Higuchi thinking 'mommy' everytime she sees you in your God Form is now canon

She doesn't even need to worry. You're strong in every way, and have the entire world on your side.

Higuchi has thrown Akutagawa away <3 bye bye Sanemi

All in all, she's literally become your number one fan beside the rat ass Fyodor. She's there for you, and you're there for her. The sweetest couple ever.

She loves complimentng you, while both of you sit on the couch watching TV late at night.

And don't forget cuddles and sneaking kisses. Top Higuchi

Man i love her sm, i got carried away. Higuchi believes that you were meant to be together forever, and that she would protect your life on earth no matter the cost.

[aamaranthiine]

3-5 THINGS YOUR MUSE CAN EASILY BE IDENTIFIED BY:

COLORS:

white: pure as freshly fallen snow or soft and bubbly like seafoam as it rolls over sand. a shiver of light over her contours.

violet: as dark as twilight seas, or as pale and pretty like the velvet of flower petals.

green: verdant and vibrant like a lush forest, trees thick with leaves and needles that never knew winter's bite. bushes dense with emerald shadows.

silver: moonlight reflecting on water, streams of sterling over the rippling surface or carried on a current. the unnatural mercurial shine of her blood.

SCENTS

muguet: lily of the valley; a hint of spice and sweetness, a whisper of spring.

lilacs: often woven into her hair, a soft floral and almondy aroma clinging to the ivory tresses.

mint: a hint of crispness, to offset the sweeter notes of her being.

fresh tilled soil: warm and earthy, a loamy scent that further inspires the springborne nature of her.

FASHION

a hand-sewn dress: layers of lavender silk and satin, beautiful in its simplicity for how it molds to her soft, slender frame. lace trimmed that is slightly worn and torn.

patterns: subtle hints of floral themes on her other clothes; delicate embroidery or dyed on the fabric.

braids: her hair spun and woven into long braided ropes, threaded with plant life or small precious trinkets and beads.

an old dark blue cloak: a wizard's garment, patched and well loved, with perhaps a hint of magic left in its weave.

OBJECTS

her alicorn: intrinsic to her being. the spiral horn upon her brow, seen only by those who search and trust. it wields its own seashell light.

a token: aged and faded, a handkerchief once held by a hero-prince; given to the woman he loved til his dying breath.

flowers: ever present blossoms of any variety; in her hair, coiled around a limb, tucked behind an ear. vibrant, never wilting.

BODY LANGUAGE

a stoic face; docile and almost impassive mask, thoughts and emotions kept closely guarded. but so, so lovely to admire.

eyes; why cant i see myself in your eyes?! dark like midnight seas, impossible to see oneself in. filled with forests and secret places. yet watchful and too perceptive.

stillness at times; weightless and motionless, not even a breeze would dare to stir the locks of her hair.

unmatched grace in all she does, her movements elegant, her presence as enchanting as it is elusive.

AESTHETICS

blooming lilac bushes; fragrant and thriving in shades of purple and blue, growing between boughs of old trees in an ancient wood.

the chiming of bells distant and echoing, the sound of her ethereal voice that haunts even those who hear a whisper.

ocean waves lapping at a ivory-white shore, the crashing tide bringing with it thousands of unicorns freed from their prison.

a full moon rising in a clear night sky, swollen and radiant reflecting against a clear pool of water.

stole this from @akagamiko ages ago.

[seresinhangmanjake]

"“Daddy will be home soon. He’s just a little late, but that’s ok.”", "“It is not.”", "“It is, Sweetie,” you said, your own tears forming and beginning to blur your daughter’s face. “He’s trying so hard to be here, and that’s what matters.” When one of them fell, Eve’s finger rose to meet the droplet as it slowed its descent down your cheek." - my heart!!! Eve not giving Jake any slack, because she takes her daddy's promises so seriously just melts and breaks my heart at the same time! And Honey reassuring her that it's okay that they have to wait for Jake is just equally heartbreaking and heartmelting!!! The way she shows Eve that them loving Jake can also be shown in accepting that circumstances change and not blaming him! Awww!!! (Sorry, this may make no sense writtend down, but I promise it made sense in my head! All is to say I love this!!! The way Eve learns what it's like to live with her dad being in the millitary is so touching!)

"the small set of jingle bells she’d been dangling in front of her brother’s face to elicit his giggles" - awww, this is the sweetest!!! I love that you mention the bond between Eve and her little brother! Her taking on the big sister role and wanting to make him laugh is so precious! And gives off the same energy that Jake has when he interacts with Eve - just pure love!!!

"Jake was fine, though. You believed it, knew it. He was safe. The next person to open that door would be him, it was just a matter of when, and hoping it would be before the holiday was over." - ahhh! Yes!!! The absolute certainty Honey has in Jake!!! And their connection is truly beautiful!!! I love it!!!

"Your body jolted as you heard a muttered “Why so damn loud?”" - hahaha, such a great entry line!!!

"His arms were around you in an instant, slightly lifting you off the ground as his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. “God, you feel good,” was muffled in his deep voice, vibrating against your skin. His arms tightened. “So good.”" - I love how much Jake loves to be in Honey's arms!!! Him feeling like her arms are home is beautiful!!! And the relief is so palpable!

"He gave you two more pecks, then one final long kiss before he broke it to breathe, allowing his forehead to rest against yours while his chest expanded and deflated and expanded again to take in the air you’d stolen. “I missed you, Honey.”", "A tear forged a cold trail down the flush of your cheek and slipped into the seam of your lips. “I missed you, too.”" - the words! The words!!! Poetic!!! Beautiful!!! Poignant!!! Elegant!!! Breathtaking!!! So, so emotional!!! I am in awe! Your descriptions are insanely amazing!!!

"“Needing you,” you said as he wiped away the wet river from your skin. “Eve thought you weren’t going to make it home in time.”" - I just love that she is so honest!!! Not "they are fine", no, they need him!!! Because they love him so much!!! Ah, beautiful!!!

"“Did she cry?”" - the PAIN!!!! This line makes me cry!!!

"her ritual of crouching down in front of the radiating glow and whispering a soft “goodnight Daddy” before settling into bed." - so does this!!!! The tears!!! Eve having a little ritual to feel closer to Jake is so very touching!!! But it makes me sob!!!

"Your husband sighed right along with her. You knew how badly he wanted to wrap her up in his arms and hold her tight. He needed that. He could see her in front of him, and from those inhales and exhales, could hear her, and he could feel the soft curls of her hair, but nothing compared to feeling her little heartbeat beating against his, or hearing her sweet voice, or seeing her bright smile. That he’d have to wait for morning to truly greet his daughter after months away was an ache you would never know. Yes, you ached for him when he was gone, and you knew he did for you, but it just wasn’t the same. This was his child, a piece of him that he’d gone without for so long. It was a powerless feeling. She was right there, but being the father he was, Jake wouldn’t disturb her for his own sake." - again, the WORDS!!!! SO beautiful!!! The way you describe the pain Jake feels and how Honey knows that it is so different to her own pain - just phenomenal!!!! So palpable and real!!!

"Your lips curved into a smile. “Would you like to go see our son?” Another one of his children that he’d undoubtedly refuse to disturb, no matter how much he wanted to see the little pair of eyes that matched yours staring up at him." - awwww, the Little Man!!! I love the complicated emotion of finally being reunited with his children, but not being able to ve fully reunited with them, because they are asleep! And just Jake wanting to hold them, but restraining himself for their benefit of a good night's sleep!!! A true, selfless father!!! Love it!!!

"Jake nodded, gently squeezing Eve’s tiny hand. He was about to stand when you both heard a soft, “Daddy?”", "“Daddy!”", "Jake chuckled as he caught her. “Hi, baby girl.”" - awww!!! I love that he actually gets to hold her without feeling guilty for waking her up!!! And her enthusiasm, my goodness!!! So sweet!!! Such a precious reunion!!!

"“I like Santa again.”", "“When didn’t you like Santa?”", "“Today," she said. "But you are home so he’s ok.”" - and this finishing conversation just stole my heart!!! The cuteness!!! I bet Santa is really relieved that he is deemed "ok", lol. And I love the way this must have made Jake feel, being reassured over and over again how important he is for his baby girl!!!

Ah, this is such a sweet and emotionally charged and poignant fic!!! You never cease to amaze me with your talent!!! Amazing work!!!

Also, sorry about the long message and basically quoting your whole work back at you, I couldn't stop myself, haha.

Lots of love!

This brought me such joy, you have no idea! The sweetest comments always end up in my inbox when I feel the worst about my writing. Thank you so much for sending this 💗 I appreciate you so much 🥹

[rnm-magic-space-xsd]

My lovely Shiri is so special. She taught me how beautiful and colorful the world is if you see it through the eyes of gratitude, joy, love and wonder; the eyes of a child.

It’s an ability I’ve long forgotten and she, she was my light in my darkest nights. The way she voices poetry through her words; both spoken and written, from the bottom of her heart is so precious. Truly.

She has the heart of an angel, the voice that is as soft and gentle as cotton candy and as sticky and gooey as honey.

She has the body of a soft fluffy plushie and the aura of a wise warrior and a carefree, giggly child.

She is Duality itself; she is young at heart with a wise soul, she is as snowy white as a pure, elegant and gracefully strong swan and as dark as a mysterious, perceptive and magical raven. She is a fighter just as much as she is a lover. But she fights cleverly, fairly, intelligently, gracefully, tactfully.

My sleepy babygirl loves cuddling me at night when we finish our dinner. Of course, even before bedtime; when I arrive in the evening she never fails to greet me at the door with her bright, dazzling, truly sweet, happy smile and outstretched hands for hugs and kisses.

It makes my heart soar into the clouds with an electrified soul at her preciousness and I can’t help but excitedly and tightly hold my precious angel in my arms. My sweet warm home and comfort in her arms and petite yet soft figure. The innocence of a child and the sensuality of a lady.

After our hugs and welcome back home kisses, we either eat dinner together first and talk about our days and then, if we’re in a romantic mood we waltz together to romantic music and enjoy some fun/interesting/unusual stories of our days and either laugh together or comfort one another and encourage each other.

Or, on other days, after our hugs and welcome back home kisses, we step into the bath together for some relaxation and intimate times (sometimes though when she’s in a no sexual intimacy mood we wear our swimsuits ; I with the loose beach shorts and her with the white bikini top with strawberries and pink, loose, equally long beach shorts. It’s just that she was sa in the past and sometimes her memories trigger her.).

When she’s in a no sexual intimacy mood we fill up the tub with hot water and lots of bath bombs and foam bubbles.

We laugh and play as if we’re Santa Claus (with his white foamy beard) and each of us need to guess what each of us wishes for (ideas for specific fun date activity one of us wishes to experience together or specific practical presents) and while we never try to get a straight answer till after the supposed wish was fulfilled, we are told what they are after the fun couple activity that was guessed has been accomplished.

That way we get to try new, fun and exciting dates together and learn more about each other! Oh, with our soap bubble games we also use bathing gloves (remember, no sexual intimacy mode, but filled with love, tenderness and care) to wash and clean each other in our safe areas while still keeping our gentleness and our loving hearts in our caresses on each other’s bodies. And sometimes also quirky and playful soap bubbles hair ruffles and shampoo head massages without gloves. Pff, she’s just adorable. Love of my life, Shiri.

We also play with soap bubbles machine guns in the garden during our free days on the weekend, especially in the summer. With a water gun too.

We douse each other with water with a water hose sometimes, when we’re feeling extra playful. On those days, I claim our rooftop garden to ourselves only, so we can have our own private date.

With my Shiri, life is always fun and interesting and exciting. Life with her is also very eye opening, calming, warm and sweet. The feeling of the home I never got to experience in my life before I met her.

She created the miracle of me meeting, bonding, cherishing, supporting and loving my childhood self. Encouraging myself like I never was truly taught before.

| Jumin x Mc _ Bath Love |

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[minkmousesworld]

like a puppy

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unhealthy behaviour (stalking g., obsession, isolation, manipulation, possession, idolisation g.), pet names (a lot), light petting, established relationship

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere!nezuko kamado x yandere!reader, tiny!nezuko kamado, dom!reader actually

Nezuko was like a puppy. Tiny, quiet and affectionate. Like your tail, always at your side, always close, clinging to your sleeve with her small hands, looking with her soft peach eyes, glowing with something from inside; she looked like a little fairy, born from peach blossoms and full of unspent love and tenderness.

Quiet cooing, sweet humming, unobtrusive soft rubbing about you — sometimes there was more animal than human in it, although not as wild as in Inosuke. Nezuko was rather delicate, full of delicacy and fragility; precious porcelain in need of a reverent attitude and constant attention.

'Damsel in distress' — as if her role was to be constantly trapped, vulnerable and tormented by terrible creatures; unable to live without support and help, she was more an ingenue than a spoiled princess. And even her hiding her face behind a black mask was cute — although no one saw her face except her relatives, everyone believed that she was an elegant beauty... but they also wanted to enjoy this beauty.

Essence of femininity, tenderness and innocence, full of pure and soft thoughts, like a graceful doe naively looking for food in your palm, not even thinking that you can hurt her — not from 'stupidity', but from absolute faith in you.

... You knew it was just a trap, exquisitely woven for you.

Unlike her brother, Nezuko was more hazy and unsaturated, passing through you, mixing with your life, your memory and your future. Soft, gentle voice, soothing presence, shamelessly innocent touches, light pleasant smell — even if she was a little too silent and indifferent, it only added to her beauty; and a special charm that only for you she became so gentle and faithful.

It was obvious to everyone why she was always there for you and looked at you with such eyes.

If you tell her no, you will become an insensitive monster. If you play with her feelings, you will become trash. If you start relationships with others, you will become a rake.

She wasn't as outgoing as her older brother and not as obviously influential, but...

He is at least explicit in influencing and manipulating others, even if it is for good purposes. But how you would stand up to Nezuko, you didn't understand.

People are always looking at you.

Her beautifully manicured hands wrapped around your arm with the most innocent and unobtrusive look, clinging to you gently but desperately, as if she was afraid that you would push her away. You had no doubt that if you tried, you would be faced with a situation of "knocking down expensive porcelain".

If she was a manga character with a love triangle, she would be called a "green tea bitch".

But you haven't been in that situation. It was hard for people to resist her gentle appearance — rather, Nezuko would be a character in such a manga, charming everyone around her until she got to the heart of her main love interest.

Short nails, sharp nail file, perfectly tied bow on the neck. Hibiscus earrings. Flexible and soft, like the stem of a flower.

“My love, is something... wrong?”

A gentle, worried whisper, full of a desire to take care and please.

Nezuko's eyes are like two smoldering peach blossoms that become embers when you don't answer for too long.

... If you don't want to be under obsessively innocent care, you'd better respond quickly and distract her.

Maybe even a relationship with a time bomb would be safer — at least you know that one day it will explode. With Nezuko, you don't know anything.

But you still love her for some reason.

“... I feel loved when you don't take your eyes off me”

'Dusty girlish blush' is probably how someone would describe her, looking at these shyly hidden eyes, as if she was exposing her soul in front of you, entrusting a tender secret that no one else should have heard.

She has never been equal in giving indirectly direct hints. But at least you always knew what was on her mind when she looked at you.

Actually, Nezuko was a good wife. You've never questioned it.

Perfectly cooked food, sincere care, attention to every detail, a good memory, a desire to make you happier — she was a combination of all five virtues, maybe even a good mother and a daughter-in-law full of diligence.

After all, she grew up in a large family; loved sports and cooking since childhood, came home before eight and studied hard, attending extra classes, as an ideal student with whom you need to take an example. Vanilla milk, strawberry juice, small cakes with berry jam and lots of cream, dark stockings with cats, does not like makeup except mascara, does not like cold food, has a schedule, likes sugary manga with bad ends and romantic with unhealthy ones.

A lace bra, which she takes great care of; she prefers dark colors, but her favorite sweater is beige. Loves delicate perfumes that leave behind a soft haze.

When Nezuko first met you, it was two years since she started coloring the ends of her hair with chalk pencils.

In fact, you didn't match her preferences. You knew that.

Nezuko preferred dragon emperors and concubines that looked like water lilies. History books, manga with emperors, quick but cute drawings of concubines' outfits — she was so touched by the theme of the past, even if it was messy and dirty bloody, which was even cute.

You were neither a son of heaven nor an elegant phoenix.

... In fact, she needed a little attention and care. You knew that too.

She was a little singing bird who loved sweet cakes and spicy pizza — and believed in real, eternal, mutual love.

Pale red lipstick leaves prints like bites.

Nezuko smells of mist and raspberries.

She really was the beauty for which people kill.

When she lies down on your chest, like an affectionate domestic cat, gently rubbing her cheek against your shoulder, it seems so fragile, as if you can break her by simply pressing her to you incorrectly, and for some reason your head is spinning — maybe from the feeling of her bare skin; maybe from the awareness of special closeness; maybe from a belated perplexity as to how she was able to get into your room at night.

But it doesn't matter. In fact, there are more important things.

When you kiss her tenderly, touching fragile neck, you feel how fast her heart is beating. Almost like a trapped bird.

Even when you pull her shirt slightly, exposing her warm shoulder, she looks at you with shining eyes, but kisses your palm when you touch her cheek, leaving a pale bloody trail.

Nezuko is small — like a puppy. Affectionate, gentle and naive; clinging to you, looking for your love, believing that you will love her if she is enough — and if you have nowhere to run.

But you still love her.

Like a puppy.

[dreamkidddream]

I’d like to request hc’s of the Brothers and Diavolo reacting to an MC that’s so cute, she could pass off as a doll. If she stands perfectly still, she could pass off as a full sized doll until she moves again. She has adorable doe eyes, wears cute clothes (Lolita fashion or just has an anime girl style), and even makes cute desserts. If the usual MC was weak and frail to them already, Doll!MC seems so dainty, precious, and fragile; these guys would ban paper if she ever got a paper cut.

Oooooo this is really interesting! I can just imagine Doll!MC just making everyone so scared every time she moves because they could probably hurt themselves just bumping into a wall because they look so fragile lol. These were short, so hope you enjoy!

Update: here’s part 2 with the other Undateables!

The Brothers and Diavolo Reacting to Doll!MC

Lucifer

...maybe he made a mistake in picking you for the exchange program after all

You just look so delicate, and just so pure. 

You have definitely made cute little snacks and brought it to him while he locked himself in the office with paperwork

He lowkey highkey likes it no matter how he brushes it off with the usual thanks. Keep doing it, MC, he really appreciates it

When you get in trouble and he gives you the usual lectures, he can’t look into your eyes for long

Geez, he already can’t stay mad at you for long but now he can just feel his resolve cracking

If you get hurt oh Diavolo prepare for helicopter parent Lucifer

As soon as you accidently cut yourself in the kitchen (it would be the tiniest cut, barely noticeable),  you’re no longer allowed in the kitchen unsupervised and can’t handle anything with a sharp end (whether its a butter knife or kid proof scissors that would be safe for Luke to use unsupervised)

“Let me do it for you, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Lucifer, thank you but I’ll be okay. It’s just a frosting spatula it’s not sharp-”

Will punish his brothers 10x worse and demons 100x more if he finds out you got hurt (doesn’t matter what the injury is, could be so much as a paper cut there will be hell to pay)

Constantly checks on you when he can’t see you in person

Handles you so lightly that you barely feel his touch

Move over Belphie, you’re the baby of the house now 

Mammon

Protective x100000

Is still tsudere around you, but doesn’t insult you as much

Who are you kidding as soon as he looks into your cute doe eyes, he forgets what he’s saying 

Complains about having to do stuff for you but doesn’t mind at all really. He loves it because it feels like you’re depending on him, and that makes him feel worth something.

“C’mon human, let the Great Mammon carry your books! You’re gonna hurt yourself and I don’t feel like hearing Lucifer’s mouth today!”

It was just your planner and a small recipe book that Luke gave you, and it weighed less than 10 pounds but okay. You don’t complain either when you see that he genuinely wants to help and do these things

Basically your loud guard dog and secret service agent rolled into one

He’s gotten into trouble more than once for “protecting you”. A student barely bumped your shoulder and Mammon already tackled him. Lucifer was not pleased (but he secretly understood)

He can’t help it that you’re weak and surrounded by hungry demons! It’s a pain to go through this much effort to just protect you, since you look so helpless

MC he’s just worried that you easily break if a demon so much as breathes on you but he likes that he can protect you because he knows that he can keep you safe. You’re just too cute and sweet okay??

Also stand in his room after watching a horror movie to freak him out and he’ll be sounding like Mariah Carey lmao

Leviathan

RURI-CHAN IS THAT YOU??!

Is for sure having an otaku/weaboo freakout moment

You blend in with figurines so well, every time you come into his room he asks you to stand next to them so he can feel that his collection is complete 

He does it sometimes when he streams so people can think he has a rare limited-edition life sized doll that they can’t get. Makes him feel superior 

DRESSING YOU UP IN COSPLAY 100%

You’re like an anime character but in real life and he does not know how to handle it 

Can’t stare into your eyes, it makes them too flustered because he’s used to seeing it in his otome games and not from an actual person that he likes

Who needs maid cafes when he has you? You even dress and make anime themed desserts (once he built up the courage to ask you to make it for him)

Has to calm his beating heart every time he talks to you, you’re too precious for him MC! 

Your like his very own idol, minus the singing and dancing. However, if you can sing and dance....

Levi.exe has stopped working 

Satan

Thought you were a real doll until you introduced yourself

He really thought that someone brought you to life Pinocchio style

You looked like a princess from the many stories that he read, and he was smitten

Treated you so graceful and elegant like until he had his rage moments, which he told you to stay far, far, far away from him until he calmed down completely

Secretly placed a hex on you to where if someone tried to attack you or touch you with harmful intentions, they would be somehow be subjected to looking at their worst fear

You were wondering why that random stranger was just staring wide at you with extensive terror, but then you saw Satan grinning, so you left it alone. You thought it was just some weird demon thing

Loved when you made him cat-themed desserts

If you wore cat ears while doing it, he will turn extremely red

If you meow for him, he won’t know how to handle himself 

Asmodeus

You are just the cutest thing he has ever laid his eyes on!!

Besides from himself of course, don’t get it twisted he’s still #1

He has most definitely had more than one photoshoot done with you both. And you guys have been trending on the Devilgram a couple of times already

Really you guys trend at least twice a month, and his fans love you!

They always ask where he got the doll from but he always laughs and says that “it’s a secret”

Imagine their shock when they see you walking and talking at RAD, some are amazed and some are downright scared

Fashion shows! 

He lives for dressing you up in cute clothes. Your style already suited you and he had great tastes so the new outfits he got you were just *chef’s kiss*

The cute little desserts that you made for him, he always posted it on the Devilgram before he ate it. They were just so cute MC and he couldn’t not show his fans!

Is the most careful brother when it comes to keeping you out of danger. He refused to let his body or skin damaged, and he wasn’t about to let it happen to you either! You are both way too dainty and fragile to let anything happen

Also spa days and self-care nights weekly!

You’re the perfect match made just for him MC

He finally has someone that can understand his struggle of being beautiful, bless you MC

Beelzebub

Soft boy is scared of touching you :(

He towers over you, and he’s scared to even be near you

It takes some time, but he starts to warm up to you

Is always gentle with you, no matter the scenario

Holding hands? He is hardly gripping your hand, said hand fitting loosely in his

Getting hugs? He’s meagerly holding you, not wanting to crush you

You once complained to Beel that it wasn’t fair to get half done hugs (if you were hugging, you were getting a real hug, not a scared one). 

He made you swear that if he was hurting you to let him know, so now you have your very own signal to use for him just in case

He was very tempted to wrap you in bubble wrap and just carry you around like that

He LOVES your sweets, even more than Luke’s and Barbatos’

No matter the size, he loves them, mainly because you made them and it was made with love, just for him

It always makes him feel so warm inside, and he doesn’t feel his appetite gnawing at him like usual

No one is dumb enough to try anything with you both in his presence and not, unless they want to end up either a: deep into the ground or b: into his stomach

You just make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and he just loves everything about you. He just loves you

Belphegor

Hm, you look cute 

For a human

Acts like he doesn’t care, but you’ve caught him blushing before (he still does it too)

Won’t outright admit that you’re charming in your own little way, but he does in his sarcastic way like usual

“MC, you’re such a half-pint. You’re like my personal sized teddy bear.”

Has cuddled with you like you were his personal teddy bear (and still does, but you don’t complain at all)

Has a secret sweet tooth and eat your desserts whenever you make it just for him (and he doesn’t even share it with Beel, that monster)

Demons just have to look Belphie in the eyes, watch him flex his claws, and they all of a sudden forget about whatever they were planning. Good

He hates that you look so fragile, but at the same time he kinda likes it

You just look so soft, and you’re just so kind

It makes him feel like he’s protecting and caring for you, and that makes him feel calm and peaceful 

Please make sure that he’s okay MC, he’s scared that he’s gonna mess up again

Diavolo

The Prince of Hell is both surprised and pleased at your appearance

Do all humans look this charming or is it just you??

If someone as soft as you can survive living and going to school with demons, then this is great

Knew that you weren’t a doll, but still liked to admire you like one

Has asked more than once for pictures, you are just too enchanting!

Wants to have a portrait painted of you so he can hang it up in the castle

LOVES you baking for him! Loves when Barbatos does it too (even though it is kinda part of his job), but it feels different with you. It feels...domestic in a sense. Makes him feel like Diavolo, your friend and very interested in being your boyfriend, instead of Lord Diavolo, the prince that will be residing over Hell in the future

No one would be foolish enough to hurt you. If someone was, they wouldn’t even get the chance to lift a finger before they were directly dealing with him. Don’t take his kindness for weakness, he still is a demon after all, the future King of Hell to be exact

Was scared of touching you at first, but quickly grew out of it! He can handle his own strength, and you guys also have a signal to use just in case he does squeeze a little too tight

Will want to dress you up in royal clothes (if you were okay with it). Nothing is wrong with your current style, as a matter of fact it suits you! He basically just wants to play a fancy game of dress up/have a fashion show with royal clothing

Will take 100s of photos, no exaggeration

Asmo will be jealous, so be warned

Plus, he wants to know how his future lover/ruler would look in a crown so he can start taking measurements. You can never be too ready, right MC?

[project-paranoia]

Let’s Watch: Yin Yang Master: Dream of Eternity

I have watched this movie 85 Whole Entire Times and I do not regret.  The only thing wrong with this movie is that it wasn't a fifty episode series.  I cried, I laughed, I fell in love.  The cinematography is on point, the acting is amazing, the crew member who put snow on people's eyebrows did an amazing job, and the acting!  The subtlety, the gentleness, the love and affection, the discussion of race is one of the best I've ever seen.

As people have pointed out before in series like X-Men that fear of mutant's is practically if not thematically justified due to the laser eyes in a way that fear of ethnic minorities just isn't in real life.  In Dream of Eternity however humans are equally if not sometimes more super powered than the yao they hunt.  Demons - very much not in the Christian sense - are a mixture of spirits, resentful souls, and animals and plants who cultivated to human form.  They often appear human at first glance and in some cases the extent of their power seems to be the limited to turning into a smaller more vulnerable animal.  Qingming's deliberate care and gentleness not only reflects his upbringing as a Yin Yang Master, but parallels the experience of racial minorities labelled as aggressive.

The movie takes particular care as well in the way it looks at trauma, grief, and love.  The three of which haunt the main characters and send out ripple effects into the world around them.  In the world of Dream of Eternity no loss is purely private, it spools out into the world around the person effected until they make an effect to acknowledge and deal with their experiences.  Qingming's warmth and gentleness isn't just marked by his behaviour but by the orange light he's lit by and his variety of shishen - but he is also separate, standing alone in frame and facing away from the people around him.  Boya's loss has made him unforgiving and as cold as the blue light he's lit in, and yet he is open and instinctive, talking and acting as soon as the thought enters his head.  The Empress is lost and drifting, trapped and grief stricken, vulnerable to those who profess to love her.  The film is simple, it says and shows what it means when it means it - but it is also as complex as the very human characters it depicts.  

The movie is made even more complex by its pull from theaters.  Claims of plagiarism drench the edges of the movie, which as true as the assertion that Fan BingBing went on a spa vacation in 2018.  Although this blog is about Chinese censorship dealing specifically with BL content, Chinese censorship also effects those who criticize governmental policy.  I hope that supporters of this blog will also support Chinese media threatened by censorship for many reasons so that artists and others involved in film making can continue to make meaningful content.

Doing a watchthrough of a movie is not feasible, but please enjoy a few thousand words - with spoilers on Yin Yang Master included:

* That gentle chiming and rain soundscaping is so soothing, what a great way to calm and lull the audience before the movie even starts * Qingming is so small and isolated in the frame - cinema! * The lighting and cinematography is just so good * Shifu, soft gentle teacher * So much love stored in the Shifu * Instant grow * This boy is Sassy * This theme of deflection in Qingming's character is established early * Deflection with a teleportation portal and then immediately deflection verbally * Shifu is certainly an attractive man aged up, but his face is also soft and gentle, something to note when his double pops up later * Also the awkward question of don't you have someone you want to protect, maybe part of the problem is that shifu is just really bad at wording things * The answer that yes he does has several meanings, one of which is immediately apparent when Shifu acts out one of those Father Saves Child By Yeeting them youtube videos * ACtion MuSIC * I love them your honour * The spirit guardian's design is so specific and elegant, absolutely superb you funky little shishen * I wonder if Qingming ever thinks about that if he didn't come back with all his fellow disciples that Shifu would have been fine * Maybe it's not that he doesn't have someone he wants to protect and more that he believes that he's not capable of protecting those he wants to * subtle indication Shifu's qi is corrupted * Precious Magic Childe ;-; * The framing, I'm living for it * The Serpent graphic is lovely * Also the way they set things up * Qingming cares so much about his shifu * Mark Chao just has the ability to crumple his face like paper * Sad Time exposition involving the corrupting influence of desires * "When you're gone I'll be all alone" in just about all you need to know about Qingming at this point in the story * Also like, sympathy for Shifu in raising this lonely child.  By all accounts he was an absolutely superb father figure, and Qingming I'm sure was not an easy child to raise.  He's the sort of kid that would take a lot of calm and patience. * Slumber party! * It's kind of interesting that this is an activity Fangyue and He Shouyue are doing together.  He's definitely obsessed and in love with her and she's just doing friends and family activities with him * Also yellow/gold lighting is kind of their thing * It's interesting how they do the make up for He Shouyue.  The actor is very attractive, but they make him up to look doll like, a little too pretty, a little too shiny.  Like a porcelain doll. * Cool lit Boya and warm lit Qingming appear! * Camels! * The framing is so good, they're careful to be sure he's shown as obviously isolated as much as possible * And it should go without saying that I adore the City * The matte painting is outstanding * But there's also the lighting, the vignettes, the clusters, the foliage * It is a supremely beautiful set * The irony that Killing Stone is playing along with Boya's music and then it's Boya who kicks him around * A small note, but one I appreciate - even when Boya has warm highlight's they're red instead of orange * "It's Jason Bourne!" * I hope Qingming paid for that water taxi * It's interesting how Killing Stone goes from the safety of Qingming's orange light to the danger of Qingming's blue * Colour related foreshadowing! * Look at this poor sweet man, how could anyone suspect him of anything.  He's just a sad man who loves his dead wife * Qingming's use of a fan is interesting - battle fans show up all over wuxia and xianxia, but it feels like it also ties into the way he's so very careful in how he presents himself.  There's that quote that a sword can only be a sword but other weapons are also able to serve other purposes - not a perfect quote but the point is got across. * The way Qingming just knocks Boya back, like get An Clue, my dude * The way that Killing Stone curls around the pipa ;-; * So the movie is based on the book series 'Onmyoji' by Yumemakura Baku.  The books start with Seimei (Qingming) and Hiromasa (Boya) already in a relationship talking about various cases Seimei has recently experienced.  Plotwise, obviously the stories are different, however thematically Seimei and Hiromasa discuss why some yao stick around and solutions to the difficulties and dangers they might cause - which is generally from Seimei's very successful perspective to listen and treat them like humans.  So in that way the plots of the books and the movie are quite different, but the themes are just about identical. * Boya says Don't Talk Me I Angy and also that demons don't have feelings and Qingming's face takes out a billboard that's just like Ah, Another Fantasy Racist, Excellent * Qingming also does what should be done in this situation, taking care of the victim not the racist * Fight scene!  Fight scene! * Qingming's first few moves aren't to attack, they're to distract and just hold his fan up to block Boya's way and his view - it's only when Boya persists in attacking that Qingming fights back * Qingming's sassy smile, he is very much deliberately irritating Boya as much as he's refocusing his attention and distracting him * "nICE sWORD" * I've sighed that sigh before * This boy is taking great pleasure from teasing Boya, but also he makes a really good point * I understand and relate to what Qingming did, but also I can understand why Boya was ready to throw rocks at Qingming when he saw him again * Killing Stone lit in Qingming's orange light again * Killing Stone, my beloved * A good gauge to the state of the world for yao is no one has told this sweet boy before that demons have feelings too * There are several lines like this in the movie that just drop kick you with Implications * The same way Qingming clung to Zhongxing, Killing Stone wants to join up with Qingming to have some compassion in his life * The way he asks to be a spirit guardian is so formal too, and Qingming is so gentle with him, I cry ;-; * The warm orange light of Qingming's love ;-; * He heals the wounds * It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realise it's the actual imperial degree speaking and not one the of Jingyun Temple Masters * The mutual this guy again is delicious * "Is it because of your pretty face" * Boya draws his sword so fast and Qingming is so amused by it * Longye!  Queen!  I love her! * The two of them seem to understand each other instantly * Those sassy little smiles * He Shouyue looks even more like a doll than before * Longye has her head on a swivel from second one, she plays the Maiden so well like she's not a skilled master * And her customer service smile * Qingming is shooketh

* What happens next?  You'll have to watch and find out!

[moved-danganronpamess]

hehe...hii

could i get some headcanons for what the THH cast would call their s/o? yknow like babe, darling or sweetheart stuffs like that please & thanksss!!!

... Hewwo <3

Aaa, this is so cute!! I know I said my character limit is five, but I just couldn't resist doing this one! I wasn't sure if you wanted the male cast or female cast, so I did both!! I don't write for Hifumi, Despair!Junko and Mukuro though, so I'm sorry if you wanted them to be here too. I wrote for Junko in a non-despair AU, so she's still in this, just not despair-crazy.

I hope you enjoy it, my buttercup baby! <3

- 🌺💖Mod Rantaro💖🌺

HCs for what nicknames the THH cast use for their S/O!

The guys :

Makoto Naegi :

Now this boy.

This boy is very pure.

He likes calling you kinda generic, but still sweet stuff like honey, baby, sweetie, dear, etc!

He usually just calls you by your first name though, and uses nicknames when he's being super romantic. It's either on purpose or totally on accident, and there's no in-between.

I can just see you two being out on a date, and you catching him staring at you-

You ask him what's up and he hits you with the:

"It's nothing! You just look amazing, as usual, honey."

How can he be so smooth and yet easily embarrassed? No one knows I-

Byakuya Togami :

He calls you dear, darling and honey a lot!

Only when you two are alone though, like Makoto he usually just calls you by your first name.

He likes to keep any sort of intimacy private.

He sometimes uses very teasing nicknames.

Yeah he's a jerk like that.

Like, if you're short he WILL call you pipsqueak, no I don't make the rules-

He never wants to hurt you though, and he will stop if you ask him to!

He just likes teasing you because your reactions are cute. <3

Mondo Oowada :

Babe? Babe.

He calls you babe a lot.

He also uses very?? Pure and cute nicknames!

Like angel, babydoll, bunny, all that sweet, tooth-rotting jazz.

His favorite is angel though.

Angel, angel face, angel baby, any variation, you name it!

Like, you can be as nice or as mean as you want and he would still be calling you angel.

OH and if you're chubby he would 100% call you marshmellow!! Because you're just so fluffy and cute!!

You're so so precious to him and he wants you to know that!

Leon Kuwata :

BRUH THIS-

I-

This dude calls you nicknames more than your actual name.

He's probably used every nickname in the book for you at least once at this point.

Your name don’t exist no more sorry-

His nicknames range from cute stuff like boo, sunshine, cutie, gorgeous, love, etc

To him calling you dude, man or bro, mostly as a joke.

Mostly.

He also likes calling you things like hot stuff and good lookin’!

He also 100% called you a smurf once. No matter your height. You are now a smurf.

He also called you nicknames before you started dating (if you were comfortable with that, of course!).

Kiyotaka Ishimaru :

Now, Taka's a little shy when it comes to nicknames.

He's shy about relationship stuff in general to be honest-

But he REALLY likes calling you honey, precious, dearest or my love when he feels super lovey-dovey or romantic.

He also calls you sunshine every time you wake up.

Expect a "Good morning, sunshine! How was your sleep?" from my mans right here like every morning-

He's just a precious boi. <3

Chihiro Fujisaki :

SO SO PURE ABSOLUTE BABY.

He calls you such cute stuff!

Like tater tot, sweetheart, darling, lovely, cinnabun and many more!

He also sometimes uses nicknames related to his talent, to joke around a bit.

Like pixel or byte, especially if you're short like him!

The tone of voice he uses whenever he calls you a nickname just makes your heart melt.

He's just,,, so smol and happy,,,

*mod Rantaro crying noises*

Yasuhiro Hagakure :

Ok so hear me out-

He names you after conspiracy-related stuff.

Mostly cryptids.

Like he also uses regular nicknames like babe, hun or baby-

But like,,,

He also calls you Ness/Nessie, Yeti or Bigfoot, and he sometimes calls you my fortune when he’s being all lovey-dovey.

Maybe Chupacabra when he’s especially chipper, because Chupacabra’s just a fun word to say.

The girls :

heehee chupacabra

EDIT: THIS COMMENT HAS BIG BRAIN ENERGY RIGHT HERE SO I HAD TO ADD IT:

Kyoko Kirigiri :

She really likes giving you nicknames, but is often too shy to.

So she usually just calls you by your first name, like Makoto and Byakuya.

She really likes calling you sweetie, though.

You may’ve expected something that sounds more elegant, but she likes giving you super cutesy nicknames!

Some other examples are muffin, my lovely, fawn, and more!

When you’re in a more public setting she does tone down the cuteness though.

Usually goes for my darling or hun.

Aoi Asahina :

Also someone who uses nicknames more than your actual name!

And hot take-

All of Aoi’s nicknames for you are based on sweets and/or things you would find at a bakery.

She loves sweets, and she loves you, so why not combine the two?

She calls you sugar, honey buns, cookie, and sometimes my little powdered donut.

She also sometimes uses those overly-affectionate, annoying nicknames just to see how hard you’d cringe at them-

Sakura Ogami :

She’s super affectionate and modest with her nicknames!

She usually adds “my” in front of the nickname she’d give you.

My love, my darling, my treasure, my precious, my dearest, etc.

She feels like it’s more intimate by adding the “my” at the start.

Like she’s closer to you when she does that.

Whenever she uses a nickname, you can tell how much she adores you by just her voice alone.

And she also likes using the nickname blossom (heehee).

Because Sakura... Blossom... 👉👈

It sounds cute to her-

Celestia Ludenberg :

Celestia’s very passionate whenever she calls you something that isn’t your name.

She usually uses the names of flowers or fruit to nickname you.

Peach, cherry, plum, daffodil, rosebud, peony... Stuff like that!

She thinks it sounds pretty.

She also likes calling you kitten!

It has a similar sentiment to Aoi’s nicknames (nicknaming you after something they love), and besides you’re as cute and precious as a kitten too!

Her voice is very soft when she calls you something romantic, and she likes taking your hand when she does!

Sayaka Maizono :

She LOVES nicknames!

She thinks they’re just so cute!!

And she uses cute nicknames too-

Like baby, gumdrop, lovely, the list goes on.

She just likes cooing at you and calling you something cute!

Like: 

“You’re so sweet, lovely!” 

“Baby, you look amazing in that!”

So she usually compliments you, then adds a nickname to give it a more affectionate kick!

Junko Enoshima (non-despair) :

Dear buttercup, I’m warning you.

Junko has literally no concept of shame-

She loves pointing out just how hot you are!!

You could be in the middle of a giant mall and she’d just be going OFF-

She likes using nicknames like hottie/hot stuff, sugar lips, luscious, tasty, all that.

And if you get flustered, get ready because it’s only getting worse.

But sometimes, she goes soft and calls you stuff like cutie or sweet cheeks.

Toko Fukawa :

Toko’s nicknames aren’t exactly endearing all the time-

And she’s very reserved, so most of the time she doesn’t even nickname you.

When she does though its usually something like dummy, stupid, idiot or even egghead.

She doesn’t want to insult you, but it is a defense mechanism of sorts.

Like, you compliment her and her self-hatered just goes “no❤️”

So she tells you: “S-shut up, stupid!”, or something like that.

But way further into your relationship, when she gets comfortable and knows she can trust you, she calls you dear or honey.

Maybe cutie but shhh it’s only when you can’t really hear it

Woo, that was super fun!  Make sure to drink some water, take any meds you may need to, and maybe eat some fruit or candy! Lotsa love from me, my buttercup baby! <3

[wolviecore]

An AU where Archie's a ruthless villain who hates the Southside and FP, because FP left him, Fred, and Jug behind (let's say Fredsythe was married in this AU, but Gladys somehow convinced FP to leave his family in Riverdale for Toledo or smthg) and not only is his baby brother in love with a tall, beast of a boy southie fucker, but Moose, one of his closest friends, is also in a secret relationship with the tall fucker's best friend.

LIKE. ARCHIE IS A BOY, RIGHT? A bully, sure. It seems harmless (it's not. Reggie being forced into exile, having to give up his jacket and spot on the team, and shunned away to eat by the dumpsters, is not harmless.

Archie breaking into biology class with his posey in tow after the serpents transfer, that too wide, too friendly smile plastered on his cruelly handsome face staring at the three kids sitting tight in their chairs as dead snakes, stabbed, gutted, skinned, get thrown at their dissection trays , isn't harmless. It's a war declaration. One that no one takes seriously enough.)

Archie gains control over the school young; He's bigger than the other kids. Bigger, badder, meaner. Has a sharp mind, too cutting for someone so small, with enough knowledge to disguise it as innocence when he needs to.

"Fear and respect sleep together, you know, " he whispers to Cheryl. Bitchy, icy, insecurity filled Cheryl, on their first day of junior year, no Jason at her side. He must be hand in hand with Polly Cooper somewhere, and he's willing to bet his guitar it bothers the girl to the bone. "Stick with me. We're gonna run this nothing town."

Archie fits just right with the bulldogs; He wants to lead, not follow, thought. And Cheryl grows fangs of her own.

And they do; Unknown to Jughead, the only person besides his father Archie has love for, they do, and their rule is a glorious and brutal one.

Then Cheryl meets the tiny serpent girl with too much nerve to be considered smart. And things... Change.

"What do you mean I didn't make the team?! I was the best one there! "

She was. She was, and that's what makes Cheryl's skin crawl. "Evidently, we possess anonymous viewpoints of what 'best' means."

"... You're afraid of him, aren't you? Cheryl fucking Blossom, scared of one man."

Cheryl tenses, crimson lips tight. "Everyone is scared of Archie. But not me. This is not about fear,- I cried, and begged, and bled for this team. It happens to be the one thing in my life I have a pinch of control over. I won't endanger that just because of pretty Southside trailer trash not realizing she's aiming too her for such a laughable stature."

" ... You think I'm pretty?"

Cheryl doesn't dignify that with a response.

Unsurprisingly, Sweet Pea has a lot to say. "Northsiders are trouble. Falling for them is stupid, and we don't do stupid," the scowl on his face vanishes within minutes, as soon as he smiles and waves back to the dark haired boy following Cooper to the B&G. "What?"

Sweet Pea, who's torch of hatred he carries for Andrews burns so bright it could blind the sky, fell in love with his enemies' younger brother.

SP HAS NO IDEA WHAT TO DO, he envisioned a mini Archie; A spoiled, rotten little north side brat who acts like he owns the room. So he rehearsed, prepared himself to hear Andrews' voice from a different mouth when they first got paired up for a project.

But Jug is nothing like his big brother, from the dark of that fluffy, bouncy bed hair to his lithe stature, the elegant bed of his neck when he wanted to look Sweet Pea in the eye. He didn't have hazel eyes hiding hell in them, or a shark grin that raised hair from everywhere on the body.

No, - the boy is all small but scrappy, soft, dainty, if he dared used that word. He's got bright Bambi eyes, layered with a faint blue that steals the air from SP's lungs, and if given the opportunity, he won't ever shut up about those precious bunny teeth.

The fact that he has to keep the boy in the dark about Archie's cruelties cracks his heart. He doesn't know why. It just does. Maybe its because he understands hero worship. Maybe he's not ready for the other option.

Fangs and Moose, thought. Fangs and Moose break my heart.

They're young, and they're revounous for eachother, more than food or air. Fangs is hungry for the gentle eyed bulldog who towers over Archie but still bends down to get his hair ruffled, the only one there besides Sweet Pea's boy who doesn't sneer or looks with hatred.

Moose represses; Is what he knows. But the drumming in his chest when Fangs brushes hands with him in the crammed hallways refuses to be silenced, and the dryness in his mouth at every stolen glance and secret late night kisses won't be parched.

Its not enough. This is not the kind of love you can walk away from. So Moose doesn't.

The bulldogs have an exile ritual; Public. Ruthless. Stripping you of power, of humanity, of everything that makes you whole. It's a brutal spectacle, one that everyone must attend.

Cheryl makes sure Jughead doesn't. Sweet Pea makes sure FP does.

Moose, actual sunshine baby, with tears of heartache washing over his face, pushing his letterman jacket into Archie's chest. The redhead is stoned face, but his eyes are large, incredulous. Pleading, almost.

"You're either going to kill someone, or kill yourself, Arch. I don't want to be there to see it."

Archie's hand travels from its desperate grip on his friend's, - one of his BEST friend's,- wrist to fist Moose's hair. The strength is vulnerable. There's despair behind it.

"This is about the Southside. You're picking them over us," he whispers, pained. "You're picking that southie over me."

The taller between them gulps, teardrops slipping down his raised chin, proud, defiant. "... Yeah."

Archie framing Moose's face between his hands, steeling himself against the gentle pain in Moose's eyes, exploding at the violent tenderness in his captain's hold. "Your name will dissappear. Your worth will dissappear. And I want you to remember that I gave you a chance to walk away. You're dead at 10 pm."

Moose knows; He knows pain, and fear, and Fangs is worth all of them. That's the mantra echoing, when he arrows through the sea of students, all of them gazing downward.

GOD- ARCHIE. ARCHIE SLOWLY STAUNTERING IN MOOSE'S DIRECTION. LIKE IN THAT BULLDOGS VS SERPENTS FIGHT. "Come back," he's whispering. Hes begging, a quiet plea, a silent curse. "I'll forget about this. Come back to us. Please."

Moose's eyes find Fang's. Even drowned in sorrow, even cracked with raw pain, they're beautiful. His lips mouth 'I love you.'

"Do what you came here to do. It won't change my heart. Or my mind."

holy shit when Archie looks over at a SHATTERED Fangs, held back by Sweet Pea and Toni, his stomach coil in such a dark hatred, such a poisonous anger- he pours it all in the punch to Moose's jaw.

"You're gonna cry, hmm?" Archie growls, animalistic, more hell then boy, dishing thundering slaps to Moose in between his hisses."You gonna cry Moose, huh? Cry a bit. Cry for your fucking snake friend and his southie family."

FP BEING THERE- WATCHING HIS SON, HIS OLDSEST, THE SON HE LOVES SO MUCH, DO... THAT. AS a father, he's destroyed.

As a leader, he just. Watches Fangs, pure, good, strong, RIGHT Fangs, cling to Sweet Pea, fingers hooked so tightly into his best friends' jacket they pale. He yells ' they're killing him, sweet pea let me GO they're killing him, stop, STOP-' and FP realizes. On some degree, a bitter one, Tall Boy's words rang true.

At some point, they will have to hit back.

At the end of the ritual, Archie grips Moose's hair, fingers digging into his loose jaw. His friend is limp in his hands, probably unconscious, probably passed out.

He holds this maimed version of Moose, more corpse than boy, towards Fangs. He's so hateful. He knows, because Sweet Pea's disdain stares right back. " LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! YOU DID THIS," he laughs, a sad, hollow sound, bordering on manic. Half madness, half sob. "YOU DID THIS. NOT ME! NOT ANY OF US. YOU."

"THIS," He whips around, Moose swining in sort, making majority of them cringe in disgust, in unsettlment. They're terrified. Good. " IS WHAT THEY DO! THIS IS WHAT YOU'LL BECOME, IF YOU MIX WITH THEM!"

At the very end, Moose drops, but he's strong. He's so strong. He stays on his knees for it, not down. His face is drenched in blood and brushes and cuts, and he won't stand down.

Someone hesitantly hands the redhead a baseball bat, which he grabs, eager to end this, eager to leave. Archie hates the whole world.

"You can live up here with us," he can't tell if the wetness sliding down his cheek is rain or tears. Can't distinguish the wail of pain from Fangr or Reggie, as the bat leaves a punishing kiss on Moose's right cheek, putting him down for good. "Or die down there, like them."

In conclusion, I'm crying.

[flour-cloud]

Henlo fandom! Now we explore that angst situation where Alcina is drunk by a excessive amount of maiden's blood and passed out in front of Donna's door. Mention of: self-inflicted pain, blood, tortures and loss of children.

It is a cold, dark night. When that forgotten-by-Gods village had a night with a full moon and shining stars? Something that was remotely...nice? Alcina was devastated by Ethan's murder of her daughters, she managed to survive by pure accident and the basements smell so good, that place looks so inviting and tempting: darkness, loneliness, silence. Peace. A dead woman rotten to the core clearly belonged to a place with that aura. A long,red,solitary tear run from her eyes to her neck all the way down that white, burned and ripped dress she loves so much. Alcina put her head under the blood line in a tub full of sanguine Virginis than she walks out the door. That disgusting human stole the body of her angels after the fight. If the vampire had a heart she probably would ripped it off her chest. The lady of the castle try to sit on chair made of iron spines in order to feel something different. Maybe that inflicted pain is the proof she has a heart,but one that does not pump anymore. If she peeled her skin maybe she would find crystals, something more noble than that rotten corpse that she is.That numb in her mind ... she was unable to say a single word about anything. The blood she drunk is restoring her body-structures and organs, but she has no urgency of breathing. Suddenly,when the moon reveals itself trough clouds Alcina decides to stand up and drink some more. Her head only reminds her how disgraceful that behaviour is.

So Alcina walks for minutes,for hours, ignored by monsters on the streets,by animals. And she passed out in a foggy zone she does not remember .

Angie opened the door.

"Mom! That tall busty woman smalls bad! Maybe is dead! Can we use her skin? May I have her claws? We can cut them off! " suggests the creature .

It is not usual that Donna moves to the front door from her chamber and her laboratory in the house,but when Angie calls mom should be there, no? A woman passed out at her door? A tall,busty woman? Maybe Alcina? That sounds bad. She paused for a moment and she looks down at her feet the big, stained and smelling body. "Call for help,Angie " Donna decides abruptly "no,darling, you can't have claws from her,she is alive. Very alive, stinky, but alive".

A bunch of clowns and creepy broken dolls help to transport Alcina inside.

Donna is disappointed when Alcina's blood stained the elegant sofa, she scrunch her nose a bit. "Now what? I am bored,mom". "Now we wait, Angie, come here" that authoritative and quiet calls is enough for the doll to obey happily.

Alcina opens her eyes.

"What happened?"asks Donna "miss, what happened?".

"I ... Bela,Cassandra...Daniela" the vampire tried to speak with a bit of fake confidence "they are gone. My precious angels are gone" more blood more tears more stains shaking in her big, massive body.

"Ethan" Donna is clever and fast in deduction "I have to give him the second piece of that baby".

"Miranda will scold you" a fake answer to something that was not a question.

"I am not afraid of her" Donna answers "are you afraid of Mother Miranda?"

"You should. She is immortal until we gave Rose pieces" tells the vampire. Alcina breathe instinctively for a moment and she looks at the veiled woman "she took you,darling,why disrespecting her?"

"Why fight to live without hope of a win? Why to live without the ones we love? We were chosen by mother's, but we are us, we ... feel. She doesn't. I am supposed to be grateful but Mother Miranda only expanded my sorrow."

The whole debate happened trough a doll. A demonic,creepy,doll that Alcina found incredibly creepy but well preserved. The lady scans the room with the eyes able to see in the dark: well dressed dolls with perfect hair and the finest jewelry on the shelves, the flowers and the toxic flowers on the table, the finest piece of furniture. That woman shows taste in art and wood pieces. Alcina looked at her hands: pale long fingers with nails painted in black.

Donna suddenly look distressed and she disappeared in the deep of the house. The conversation was too much for her fragile mind. She need some space and Alcina was not in the mood to follow her.

Time goes by, Ethan got the baby part, but Donna is still alive. Alcina hide while all happened.

Alcina does not know why that dolls were so fascinated by her. Not only Angelica was possessed and possessive, but she started to follow her with a big scissor in her tiny hand. The woman takes her up one day:"Mom she picked me,mom!"the doll screams from the top of her lungs.

Donna remained silent.

Alcina show a vague interest in the demonic creature, but she acts sweetly when the focus is on her: someone like her cannot be bothered by a minuscule doll.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"I want your claws! Mama does not want me to have them, but they are beautiful and sharpened!" she laughed hysterically.

"You have to listen to your mother, sweet creature" she whispered "mother knows best".

"You have daughters! I remember mama told me about them".

"I had . They were killed by Ethan". It is the first time Alcina can say it out loud, verbally. That sentence sounds unbreakable and definitive, but true.

The doll sits on her shoulder:"You are so tall madame, I can climb you. I still don't get why you choose my door to pass out a week ago".

Ah,the voices shifting, Donna is back from darkness.

"Do you want to climb me specifically, Donna,or is that a little joke from your doll?". Alcina does not have idea if she was flirty and why. The artist does not want to makes Donna close herself again inside her dark mind.

Alcina thought about the last time she met the dollmaker, that elegant, dark and melancholic figure that speaks only by her doll. In the past week she saw Beneviento dress, the creative process of her creatures. "She has daughters that will never be corrupted by Miranda" she thoughts feeling the sadness arise in her chest.

Donna in her room is sewing faster than usual. She missed a point. She is distracted, she is afraid and that sentence in mind:"Do you want to climb me?" What does that mean? That woman has no shame literally and Donna does not want to be touched by anyone. Maybe Angie could do some work with her body and that vampire was enormous. Ugh. Too much to process.

Donna Beneviento decide she should do something about the vampire question in her room downstairs.

"I am sorry for the loss you experienced " Donna declared with her firm and soft voice "I want to give you something" . The creative act is sacred to Donna, she infused the presents with magic and dark force but the looks,oh, the details, the refined painting and the matching capes. Every doll has its own blade and insects made by gemstones on the dresses.

Alcina collapsed on her knees and then looked to Donna who keep an unreadable expression under her curtain. "You should stop drink this much, madame. I cannot stay here every night of my life listening to bad jokes about sapphic sex".

Donna run away and Alcina takes two big breaths in, two out. These dolls were identical to her daughters, it was a gift by Donna , a sign of her attention to the loss and mourning the woman faced.

No, her daughters did not die forever. She takes the dolls and cuddle them, she held them onto her chest.

What was that about sapphic sex? The vampire rolled her eyes.

Also Angie climb up to her. She wants to be cuddled and hugged.

"You'll may be my new second mum if you stop scaring mama Donna" she warning the woman.

"I am not scaring your mother and I was still drunk".

"Don't try to justify yourself!" That scream again from empty lungs not used to work properly. Alcina avoided a blade from Angie. "Mom appreciated you eradicated flowers Miranda gave us. Mom wants to be happy. Mom wants to be safe ".

Alcina ripped the horrendous flowers from the house and the garden one of the morning after she get drunk. Alcina as a perfect lady was not able to keep her hands out of Donna's house that was... dirty, if she had to say kindly. The lady decided that an act of good can do better than a dozens words of wisdom.

"I did it because it was necessary: if she wanted to be freed from Miranda's power the flowers are a first step".

"Mom knows that you are kind and considerate. Sometimes. When you do not eat human flesh, she doesn't like that behaviour ".

"It is not something I decided to start: It is a consequence of the mutation Miranda induced" the vampire defends herself.

"She knows,but she does not like it anyway" replied Angie" and she also think you two have two talk when she feels better". Alcina agreed

The next monday Donna feel better to face a conversation. At 9.00 in the morning,Donna shows up at the table .

Alcina looked at her:"How are you,darling?".

"Scared" answered Donna " and tired. Do you still have some jokes about sex? I find sex repulsive".

"I find sex interesting. But I am the one here who is trivial and coarse isn't it?" She smiled " so you are interested in me but not in sexual situations. Ok" she sipped a little of blood tea.

Beneviento didn't expected that fast acceptance for her condition about their relationship. Relationship? Oh God. She looked at Alcina.

"Is that ok for you?".

"Incredibly ok" answered the vampire lady "you host me in your home, you gave me your couch and you use your magic for me without doubting a moment. If I have to renounce sex for all of this...fine. your doll is far more interesting to me than a vagina".

"Thank you". The only thing miss Beneviento was able to think about was "thank you" like a broken neon.

The vampire nodded :"yes,I know, I am fabulous and awesome and I eat human flesh but darling,I would be too perfect If I didn't. You have fetus in the hall".

"It is an allucination" said Donna but she laughed "do you like it? Sometimes I call it Roger".

"You give your hallucinations names?"asked the woman.

"They were the only thing I had before your drunk depressed night walk".

"So I did the right thing somehow" decided the brunette, happily .

"No, but I am not in the position to criticise your choices ".

"You did it right now".

"I prefer to call what I did - exposing facts-" Donna take the tea.

Alcina laughed and also Angie.

"You have very strange reaction when you are afraid. So you need another mom for Angie?"

The dollmaker was quiet for a moment:"Yes. And weren't you the one who was happy with climbing up to each other?".

Sassy. Donna Beneviento is incredibly sassy when she feel enough strength and emotional involvement with someone. Alcina loves it.

"So can I climb on you?"asked Angie to Alcina" now you are my mom!" The little doll was delighted with her new person in the house.

Alcina gave to Donna a long,intense and funny sight. The question implied is clear to them both.

Maybe Donna also needed a mom sometimes. Maybe her damaged mind blurs the lines between the affection she missed and the affection she is getting,but that's not important. She is happy again, the house is full of living presences. A vampire. Oh,the irony...

The doll hugged mom Alcina strongly.

Miranda punished Donna for the misbehaving and the Ethan question, she suffered again and she came back home struggling to breathe properly because of the tortures she faced.

Alcina preserved her and protected her till the end of their time. The explosion and the mold died was a relief to both of them. Angie was broken,but Donna opened her single eye with the face covered in blood. She snuggled into Alcina arms for a moment covering her dress with stains, the vampire cleanse the veils in a fountain and put them back on Donna's angelic face, giving her a kiss.

"Sleep,darling, you are tired" Dimitrescu murmured while caressing the hair of the other woman on her lap "sleep,I am here. We did it. Ethan won".

"I want to be drunk right know" Donna declared and gives Alcina a kiss, a long, intense blood-tasting kiss.

"Nah,darling,better this way. I am sure tomorrow you will be at work for something that can climb up to me and I have a maiden to crush".

"Probably " answered Donna "but please,do not left the couch dirty. I have only one couch" and she fall asleep after a long time, hand in hand with someone who loves.

[infjsnightmare]

This will be chapter one of the Fyodor×female!SO amnesia fic that I am working on. I haven't posted a fanfic in who knows how long so the quality is probably on the poor side. Any feedback is appreciated! I'm hoping to continue this, but it will probably be on the back burner of my schedule. I also am not used to tumblrs platform, so any advice for formatting would be greatly encouraged. I'm not adding character tags to this since I don't want it to clog up the fandom, but if you end up liking it and would like me to tag you in future updates, don't hesitate to ask. Anyways, I think that's about all in the way of introductions!

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She glanced over at the dark-haired man as he worked, yet again, into the early hours of the morning. The pale blue of his various monitors was the only thing to illuminate his snow-white skin. His tired eyes barely blinking as they scanned the database in front of him while his long slender fingers danced along the keyboard. She sighed knowing that arguing his work schedule would prove futile. In all the years she'd known the man, he would never put himself before his cause, even for a few hours of needed rest. Still, she wouldn't sit well with herself without at least a half-hearted attempt.

"Fedya", the shorter woman lightly placed a scarred hand on the back of his swiveling desk chair, "you'll never create a promised land without proper sleep." Her tone was sharp and came out as an order as opposed to a suggestion. The woman winced upon realizing her terse composition, a remnant of her time as a child soldier. "Hmm?" The man hummed his response, inflection rising as a question. He was being gracious with her, giving her a chance to correct herself. There was no doubt he had heard what she said, but this was a mercy he spared for only her. "I mean to say, that your promised land will wait for you, but I worry that your health may not," She turned his chair to face her, pleading eyes betraying her stoic expression. "Please come to bed." Her eyes were always a point of weakness for the Russian. Her straight posture, tight jaw and tense shoulders could never take away from the pure wealth of emotion her eyes gave away. "This is important work," Fyodor began as he already saw those precious eyes relax in resignation. So, she was fully prepared for him to reject her offer. Noticing the puff of air she let slip, he decided that perhaps he had been too persistent in his goals the past few days. He tilted his head thoughtfully, stray black hairs like a silk spider's web swaying over his crimson orbs. "But, since Decay of Angels will be moving into its next phase soon, it couldn't hurt to prepare myself and rest." He punctuated his decision with a soft smile, grabbing her hand from the chair to lead her to bed. Eyes widened the faintest amount, the only hint of shock she portrayed. "Thank you, sir." She nodded while examining his pale elegant hand in her much rougher calloused digits.

Everything about him spoke of grace. An angel among men, with the unfortunate disposition of a demon. But that's what she admired in him. When they met all those years ago, her rifle placed directly at his temple. Even then, she couldn't fathom the young man in front of her leading such a dangerous life. But, when their eyes met, he had just chuckled lightly, grabbing the barrel. "Would you like to see this world burn?" All it took was one question from his lips and she knew she would follow him to the depths of hell. Being a soldier, recruited for her ability that never let her miss a mark, forced to kill from such a young age, the world to her was a pile of rubble, but this man, this god, would show her paradise. When she stared back into his eyes, she knew it was the truth. That was the day she left the Russian Special Ops. That was the day she massacred the rest of her division and escaped. That was the day she vowed her body and mind to Fyodor. At the time, she believed she no longer had a heart and so it was not something she could offer, but now, looking up at his tired profile, feeling that tightness in her chest, realized that he already possessed it.

She followed him wordlessly through the corridors until they came to their shared bedroom. Her hands moved to his shoulders, lightly massaging his exhausted body, while removing his jacket. "What is it that's on your mind, Milaya?" The deep voice disrupting her thoughts. "I was just thinking of all we've been through. I truly would do anything for you, Fedya." She stared straight into his eyes, and any lesser man would've cowered under her gaze. Instead, he let out an airy chuckle "You say such sweet things as though you are about to kill a man." An amused smile played at his lips while tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "If all goes according to plan, there shouldn't be much for you to do in any case." Fyodor dismissed the though with a wave of his hand as he dropped to the bed, all his muscles giving in to the plush bed and warm blankets. "If all goes according to plan, you'll be tucked away in a cell in Europe." She smirked playfully pushing him until his head hit the pillow. Her smile faltered briefly at the thought of how far away he would be. Sure, he'd been gone on missions before, but she always knew when to expect him back. This time was different. This time relied on the other members of the organization to play their part.

"And if I'm captured? I've heard that there are abilities that could extract information about you from me. Similar to Sigma." Her brows furrowed as she continued "I've been thinking a lot and I believe that if I am to be found, I will need to forget you.... to protect you." She finished and looked up at him, seeing the faintest trace of worry etched in his face. "Don't be ridiculous. It will never come to that." His voice was even, though his agitation was apparent to her trained eye. "Now isn't the time to discuss such matters." She nodded in agreement. "You're right, you need to rest. We'll talk about this in the morning." She wrapped herself around him, laying her head on the space between his shoulder and chest. He rolled his eyes at the prospect of continuing this discussion at any point in time but planted a chaste kiss to her temple regardless, as they both drifted off to sleep.

The warm smell of steeping Lady Grey roused the young woman from her slumber as she blearily rubbed at her eyes. Sleeping next to Fyodor was the only way for her body to relax as she rested. She knew that she was safe. Her training had taught her to always be on alert and for a long time she could have awaken at the drop of a pin. But, whenever she slept with him next to her, she would wake to find him already dressed for the day, tea on the bedside table and she would not have the faintest inkling of how long she must have slept through his routine. "Good morning." Fyodor's voice sounded like honey to her as he traced a gloved finger underneath her jaw. She lazily scanned the room before her eyes settled on his form sitting next to her bedside. "Good morning, Fedya. How long have you been sitting there?" Pressing her cheek lightly against his hand before straightening her posture, slowly reverting to her tense state of being. The raven haired man smiled watching the remnants of his dazed princess slip away into the strict stance of his loyal soldier. "Not long." He gave a quick reply, his façade nearly perfectly covering the truth. He'd been watching her for about 32 minutes at this point, memorizing her rhythmic breathing and the delicate parting of her lips. He wracked his brain for every possible scenario of how last night's conversation would play out this morning and every route led him to the same conclusion: he wasn't going to change her mind. She was his soldier after all and she was loyal to a fault. If she believed her own mind could put him in danger, then she would destroy it. If she believed her love for him would put him in danger, then she would let go of her own heart.

"Milaya, I-" "You've already deciphered how this conversation ends, haven't you?" She cut him off before he could even start. The way his eyebrows slightly contorted on his soft features relayed his worry. He must have been recalling last night and she knew if she gave him too much room to talk, there was a chance his silver tongue could change her mind. "I have." Lowered voice, clipped. He was unhappy with her decision, but he wasn't going to waste time arguing around a pre-determined outcome. Maybe he could change her mind, but not without manipulating some aspect of their conversation, not without toying with her emotions and using her like a pawn. He frowned bitterly at the thought. She was a queen in his chest set and he could never allow her to be set like a pawn. A queen was always there to defend the king, roaming the board freely, but always returning back by his side. Against the odds, he would have to trust that she would do just that. That if she were to throw away their past, throw away her memories, that she would still find him again and return to his side.

A squeezing pressure against his hand brought him back out of his own head as she gripped his hand with hers. “I promise you, I will return to you. We will stand together in the new world. Just promise me, no matter how long it may take, that you will wait for me?” The sincerity held in her eyes shown brightly before him. Not just sincerity, but something else. Love. The most basic and most complicated on the spectrum of human emotions. It had the ability to make weak men strong. To make strong men crumble. To make a feeble man think. And to make even the most genius of men fall into stupidity. And here he was, staring into the eyes of the only being he gave merit to, stupidly agreeing to let her follow through with her plan. He stared into her eyes with such intensity she was sure that her soul was bared naked before him as he made his promise. “ya obeshchayu tebe, moya lyubov.” The air in the room hung heavy, and it almost seemed as if time had stopped as the pair gazed, entranced by one another. She felt her jaw clench and tighten with an emotion she wasn’t sure how to name, lost somewhere between heartache and contentment. “Thank you, Fedya.” Standing abruptly, she wrapped her strong arms around his slender frame, face pressed firmly into his chest. A rare display of raw emotion from the woman, fighting her natural composure. It was only in these moments, just the two of them, that she could be this weak. It was only times when they were alone, that he could allow himself to be this warm. And, as much as the lovers could wish that time had actually stopped, it would continue on regardless. “Of course, that is only in the event that I even be captured.” She straightened, fixing herself with a quiet confidence. “I never miss a target. I would never be taken easily.” Her expression remained void of any defining emotion, but her eyes held the credence and self-assurance that a soldier of her caliber is sure to possess. “Good.” The simply reply held the acknowledge of her skill and all the weight of an order. The implication that she would raise hell and only enact this contingency plan as a last resort was not lost on her. Cool lips brushed delicately over hers in a chaste kiss, faint and fleeting as though it were a ghost. Her lips were warm like fire against his as she chased the kiss adding the slightest pressure. The pair exchanged one last fervent glance before regaining their aloof composure and exiting to continue their work.

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(Otonymous’ Follower Milestone Celebration): From the Pages of Le Comte’s Diary (IkeVamp - NSFW)

Description: You happen to find le Comte de Saint-Germain’s diary by chance.  Do you dare to take a look inside? Warnings: NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warnings: very mild hints of somnophilia & dubcon (without actual violation), mentions of death.  SPOILERS for something minor noted in Leonardo’s MS. Author’s Notes: Hey everyone!  This piece was heavily inspired by a personal headcanon I have of le Comte’s backstory and, for all intents and purposes, can be seen as a continuation to an earlier fic I wrote for him, Bitten.

(SPOILER ALERT!!) I also noticed while playing Leonardo’s route that he sometimes refers to le Comte with his name in quotation marks.  It happened so frequently that I was inclined to think that this was no mere typo.  This observation will figure in the following piece as well.

I’ve never played le Comte’s route before in the JP server and I try to stay away from spoilers, so the rest is just pure speculation on my part!  That being said, please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, and happy reading! 😊

Tagging the following lovelies: @ambrosiallkiss​, @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons​

All characters & Ikemen Vampire owned by Cybird.

17th of May, XXXX

She sleeps; soft skin taunting beneath the gossamer silk of her nightgown - satin ribbons and blush pink and almost coquettish in how it barely concealed anything of the wonders beneath:

Breasts exquisitely tipped, nipples hardening like jewels beneath the heat of my stirring breath.

Hourglass curves limned in silver moonlight spilling into her room (for even after lifetimes apart, she maintains the habit of retiring with the curtains open) — lending her the ethereal cast of the goddess Diana herself.

The shadows between her legs, darkness undulating every time she shifted upon the bed; thighs parting...then closing…then parting again as her lips dropped in a wisp of a moan that reverberated nonetheless like an orchestra in my ears.

For she had called to me.  

Writhing upon her bed in the throes of what seemed a particularly feverish dream, she had uttered my name — that which had never been revealed to her nor any of the mansion’s other residents aside from Leo.  And there is no other man I trust more with a secret.  Yet, there it was like a miracle…spilling unbidden from those perfect lips.

How long has it been since I was last addressed as such?  Not “le Comte de Saint-Germain” but by the name of my birth.  Not since she was in my arms last, hundreds of years in a past when I knew her by an entirely different name and face.

Different, yes, but beautiful no less.  And though she returned to me changed, I recognized her immediately by scent — fragrant blood ripe with the sweet spring of life, pulsing hot beneath delicate skin that flushed when I approached her that fateful day, palm outstretched like a hopeful supplicant to return what she had lost:

An earring of amethyst.

The same precious stone as the one in which I had carved the elegant profile of her face; the cameo the very first gift I had given her...and the very last piece of jewellery I adorned her body with the day they laid her to rest all those grey seasons ago.

But my lover has returned.  And though many say our kind walk in darkness, God has revealed itself to me by this very act of faith.  For she is the light: the spark in her eyes more brilliant than a thousand suns, the warmth of her soul the very fire of a hearth, forever burning.

Yes, she has returned.  And I am home once more.

Yet, I linger at the threshold, paralyzed by the thought of her dissipating like smoke before my very eyes.  Could this much happiness be allowed for one such as myself?  Would Cupid’s arrow be tipped with sympathy for a creature’s plight, striking twice like lightning bearing down upon the selfsame tree?

Alas, caution, caution.  To be exercised constantly.

I remind myself, always, to stay the haste that would urge me to reveal all, as fantastical as the story may seem to a woman both worldly and hailing from a time that, I’ve learned, has very little tolerance for things incapable of being stripped away by science.

Thus, I must find contentment in observation, watching the slow procession of my bride as she fumbles among the great men I’ve gathered.  Waiting…hoping for the day that she’ll discover her place by the side of one who has loved her and only her since time immemorial.  For I would never force her hand.  If she is to love, it would be completely of her own accord.  

Such is my situation: to look but never to touch.  Never seeking to interfere.  It is torture of the most acute degree.

In a stark reminder that I, too, was once a man possessed of love and passion, jealousy and lust, I almost succumbed tonight.  Her soft moans had drawn me to her bedchamber, and when she failed to respond to my inquiries as to her well-being, I entered her room without express permission, fearing the worst.

And there…a sight to rival Venus’ birth upon foamy shores:

Tresses of silk fanned out upon down pillows as a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her brow, ma chérie had thrown off her bedcovers and continued to writhe under the influence of a dream.  Her lashes fluttered long like butterflies in flight, and I was captivated by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the perfect flesh of supple breasts visible beneath the gauzy layers of her nightgown.

I pressed a hand to her forehead, relieved to find it cool to the touch and tried to keep from being distracted by her tongue as it slipped out to wet pink lips from corner to corner, as if fighting to quench some unfathomable thirst.  I wondered from which well of desire she had drawn in the hazy web of sleep to excite her so.

I wasn’t left ignorant for long, for it was then that she moaned my name, beckoning like the goddess of love herself and impossible to ignore as the sound stirred something deep in my enraptured heart and loins.  And just when I gathered every last shred of willpower to pull away, she grasped me by the wrist, fingers curling tight and with surprising strength.

Selfishly, I yielded.  Allowed her to draw me in any direction she saw fit until I was positioned over her sleeping form on all fours, like the basest of beasts.  I told myself that I did not wish to disturb her slumber, but the heart knows its own darkness.  For I was hopelessly drawn to the flush of her cheeks, the way her hands sought purchase in my hair — pushing my head lower and lower, allowing my gaze to take in every glorious inch of her body as it moved towards the heat between her legs.

She stopped then, spread herself even wider and lifted slightly off the bed as if seeking the warmth of my breath.  It blew shaky upon bare skin, for she had worn no undergarments.  Her heady scent wafted towards me, a bouquet delectable and sweet, as if deliberately fashioned to please my palate, and I smiled to remember the times I’d feast upon her until the candles burned low.

She glistened — rosy flesh trembling as her arousal beaded to drip from her entrance, leaving a salacious trail that ended in a growing spot of moisture on the bed beneath her.  She called for me again, the wanton whine of her voice mixed with a desperation I only knew too well, and it would’ve been so easy to take up her invitation with the tip of my tongue, lapping at the nectar offered up by her beautiful flower in bloom.

It would have been easy, yes.  But I am not one unaccustomed to hardship.

And so, with the greatest care not to rouse her, I extricated myself from her grasp, pulling the covers over her sleeping form once more.

On this night, I allowed myself this: the gentlest press of my lips to her forehead.  The slightest touch of my nose to the tip of hers.  Then I bade ma chérie “bonne nuit” as I closed the door behind me.

She will come to me once more, awake and willing.  And when she does...

…she will know my name.

(End of Entry)

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Beloved by Bronze

Written for 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth 

Prompt #07 Bronze

Ship: Hilda/Marianne

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Word Count: 2,784

Rating: T

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Pygmalion & Galatea, Fairy Tales, Fluff, Minor or Implied Gaslighting (Hilda to Ignatz)

   Bronze was Hilda’s least favourite material to work with.

   It had so many steps to be used. It wasn’t just a mere assembly of smaller pieces, like with the clay beads she usually made to make jewellery, it was a lot more work than merely rubbing something down until it was tiny and firing it in a kiln. Or even just loosening fine steel to make intricate chain links so encoil into bracelets. It was so much more effort. Especially when the expectation was to create something huge, not just what Hilda usually made in her pursuit of jewellery.

    Bronze meant moulds and castings and sandblasting and fiddling around with wax which rarely smelt of honey. But it was all worth it in the end, Hilda had to admit, if only to get to the part of working with it that Hilda did like. That was the act of polishing.

   She enjoyed polishing across all her craft hobbies - and even some that didn’t involve craft. There was something about beautifying things, making them shine to their truest potential, that resonated with Hilda to the bottom of her soul. It was the only kind of hard work and effort that she liked to pour into things, rubbing them down with a rag, going as hard in with the elbow grease as possible. It worked up a sweat but the result even blew Hilda away and she was the artist.

   This particular project was no different in the regard that Hilda liked polishing it but it was exceptional in how she felt when she finished.

   She had been commissioned by the city to create a new statue to install close to the plaza. When she had first heard that, Hilda assumed that the city council representatives had meant for her to create bits and pieces to go towards a new statue, accessories for it, but no. They wanted her to make the whole statue and she had been ready to whip out a crate of marble but no, it had to be bronze since the fountain it was meant to adorn was slightly saline and marble had a weakness to salt. Hilda had tried to worm herself out of this commission but the time they gave her was generous and as was the offer that it could be a statue of whatever she pleased was enough to mute her.

   The only real condition was that she had to be finished by the time of the next Festival of the Goddess next year sans one day so there was time for the installation to go up. Hilda nodded and even though she had been initially reluctant, she did get to work almost immediately as her early process did require a few days of sloth for her to think.

   But if it was for the Goddess, Hilda did come upon an idea that she liked and thought would be well received by the cityship. Thus, Hilda toiled for months and months to create her statue. She drew up plans and concepts and once they solidified, she began to tinker with the wax moulds, dicing up her idea into more manageable pieces and soon enough, time began to fly for Hilda. She was nothing if not passionate about beauty and she was endeavouring to create the most beautiful woman to stand romantic watch over the plaza and fountain she was intended for. Someone who could take the breath away from any man, woman, or child and Hilda was certain she had succeeded.

   The famed jewellery maker of the city was now about to become a famed artist who would be remembered for eons by everyone, not just the select few who had bought her wares and retained them for future generations. Her name would be carved at the pedestal the statue was to be erected upon and that did excite Hilda somewhat. She had never considered herself fame hungry but it was a temptation none could resist. Especially when Hilda knew to be rightfully proud of her work.

   “You're done…” Hilda murmured to herself, starstruck, as she removed her cloth from the statue’s face.

   It was late in the afternoon, with an orange sunset filtering into the clutter and clamour of Hilda’s work studio and the light complemented the statue’s complexion immaculately. She - not it, but she - looked sublime. She looked better than Hilda could ever have imagined and she could hardly believe that this statue was the product of Hilda’s efforts and toiling. Now, she just needed a name and from thin air, Hilda managed to pluck one.

   “Marianne…” Hilda murmured. “Your name will be Marianne, my beloved.”

   Hilda took a step back from her creation and smiled softly. She, the statue, her dear Marianne stood with a delicate pose and small, gentle hands. Her lips slightly parted, perfect for a surprise kiss, and her eyes were wide, doe-like. Every hair upon her head looked realistic and came together with a braid at the back like a clothed crown of old. Her clothes were modest but elegant: frugal but timeless. Hilda felt the pace of her heartbeat quicken the more and more she admired her statue, poring over it, ensuring she was nothing less than perfection and finding no flaw even though her eyes were weary from the last of the polishing.

   There was no doubt this bronze statue could stand and stand for centuries at the plaza, she was sturdy and firm but Hilda’s swiftly beating heart wrenched. She swallowed. And she realised something. She didn’t want to give up this statue to the very city council who had paid for the materials and more for it. The very city council whose representatives would be here tomorrow to collect her from Hilda and she felt this streak of stubbornness flare.

   Hilda stepped closer to Marianne once more and Hilda had no doubt that were anyone to see her creation, they would feel the same. An attraction that was deep and enamouring. And so, anyone would do the same.

   Hilda put her hands atop of Marianne’s, cupping them slightly. The bronze was stiff, unhuman but Hilda minded not. She sighed before she kissed Marianne’s mouth. Her lips, too, were stiff but Hilda kissed passionately against her bronze lover regardless, savouring the fleeting warmth from being polished. She dearly recalled the hours that she had been put into Marianne and no wonder they had came so easily to Hilda, it was because they were expended in the name of love, not money or fame or anything else like that.

   The kiss was wonderful and Hilda was hesitant to pull away. Unfortunately, she had to breathe whereas Marianne had no such need to. Bronzed and in eternity as she was; the notion, Hilda mulled over as she pulled away, was bittersweet as that meant her lover could not fully feel at all.

   Something like regret clouded Hilda’s emotions. She was tired. Hungry. Had been working long hours as joyful as they had been, polishing the imperfections from Marianne and ensuring her beauty. She needed to get some sleep so Hilda left her studio with rue in her footsteps.

   She ate a sweet pastry by herself in her room, thinking about Marianne. The Festival to the Goddess was the day after tomorrow. On one hand, Hilda wanted to bask and praise, she wanted Marianne seen by all and appreciated for her beauty. On the other, the creation could only truly and purely be loved by the creator and Hilda did not want to relinquish Marianne to the masses who may see her as spectacle or novelty for a handful of times before just becoming part of the scenery of the city, nothing particularly special or extraordinary. The thought of that happening distressed Hilda so she offered a prayer.

   Hilda was not typically the type to pray, let alone as earnestly as she did in her room, over food and by her bed. She pleaded with the Mother Goddess for her love unto Marianne. For it to be made as precious as the very metals that Marianne was made of. She drifted off into a dreamless sleep, still with her hands clasped in prayer over her breast.

   In the morning, Hilda woke up and felt well rested. She almost felt as though the day before, completing Marianne and kissing her on that romantic, artistic impulse, had been a dream but Hilda knew her sleep to be empty of such imaginations. She took her plate from last night to her room, clandestine proof that yesterday had happened, and returned into the kitchen. Through the window of it, she glimpsed her studio.

   She wondered when Ignatz or whatever his name was and his posse of similarly downtrodden and mousy public servants would come. They usually arrived after lunch but they were so pesky with how bright eyed and bushy-tailed they could be. Completely unlike Hilda who had, she realised by the clockface on her kitchen wall quite idly, had slept to mid-morning once more. She sighed. It could even be sooner but ultimately, these were all rationalisations for her own whim to visit Marianne in her studio.

   She was still there, funnily enough. Still a statue; still as a statue. Hilda smiled as she circled Marianne. It hadn’t just been an illusion, her hard work had truly paid off and the gratification was immensely satisfying. Marianne was as perfect as a person could be. Or as perfect as a person could make.

   “Good morning, my love.” Hilda greeted her, stood in front of her, playful and even flirting. “I thought about you all night and yet… I slept so brilliantly.”

   Marianne smiled. She smiled the same smile that Hilda had sculpted onto her.

   “I hope you thought about me all night.” Hilda murmured and she invited herself to a kiss on that cue.

   Hilda kissed Marianne and she could swear that she could hear the saints singing at that but, more likely than not, it was just the sweet twittering of birds outside. Hilda sighed into the kiss and Marianne kissed back. Her lips were soft and supple. Hilda gasped and pulled back.

   “Marianne?” she exclaimed, eyes wide.

   Marianne’s head shifted and her expression, it turned bashful, “Yes, Hilda?” she asked. “Is, um, something the matter? D-Did I displease you, somehow.”

   “Displease me?” hilda echoed back and her hands flung out in joy. “Oh, Marianne, you could never.”

   Hilda kissed Marianne again. Wild and excited and giggly. She caressed Marianne’s cheeks as she kissed her and everything about her was soft and warm and human. She was hardly bronze at all. Marianne kissed her creator back: glad to be alive, even gladder still to be loved.

   “Oh, Marianne,” Hilda murmured, “how did this happen?”

   “We were blessed by the Goddess.” Marianne replied quietly and she touched back at Hilda’s face.

   She admired everything about Hilda, as though she were the work of art, not Marianne. Hilda didn’t mind at all. She marvelled at how Marianne touched her, explored her body and the sensation of touch at all. Marianne was ecstatic with this newfound freedom of her human body now freed of bronze.

   The newness of it all made them both giddy but somehow, they managed to retreat from the studio. There were so many more pleasures than just kissing and touching that Hilda wanted to show Marianne and she was eager to learn so they broke their first fast together, having an early lunch of sandwiches and pikelets, whatever either of them wanted and if Marianne could, she would want it all.

   Their feast and merrymaking, however, was eventually interrupted. Just as Hilda thought they would, in the early afternoon, the city council representatives came and it was the teeny-tiny, bespectacled one who led the horde. He smiled sheepishly at Hilda’s front door and she let him in, smiling mischievously to herself as she thought he would be all too easy to dupe.

   “It;s good to see you again, Miss Goneril,” he said as he politely shuffled through her kitchen, having visited numerous times before, he was aware of its attachment to Hilda’s art studio, “it’s been far too long since we’ve last seen each other.”

   “I’d say.” Hilda snickered as she opened up the door to the studio for him.

   Ignatz vibrated as he adjusted his glasses, “The day of the Festival is tomorrow and we’ve got all the preparations to unveil your sculpture tomorrow, we’re very excited.”

   “Yeah… about that…” Hilda murmured.

   Ignatz glanced, confused, at Hilda but his confusion only thickened as he glanced around her rustic workspace. Everything was in a clutter but there was a pattern to it, he noticed, it was clean enough without being minimal. Things had places, purposes, but what he could not find was the thing that should be most obvious of all.

   “Miss Goneril…” he began, concerned, turning his head to Hilda who toyed with a strand of her hair in seemingly absent thought but her pink eyes were vivid with a scheme, he could tell. “Where is the statue we commissioned? It should be finished, should it not?”

   “Yeah, I got bored and gave up.” Hilda shrugged. “Spent all your money and stuff, it was much more fun than working with that stupid bronze, ugh, it was so hard to use.”

   “Miss Goneril!” Ignatz exclaimed at the top his lungs whilst Hilda giggled devilishly to herself. “There will be repercussions for this, I can promise you that! Hearings, fines, returns. You will never get work again in this city for such a gross misuse of our resources and trust.”

   “Whatever you say, glasses.” Hilda shrugged.

   The door to the studio jangled and Ignatz could have jumped out of his skin. He watched with a slack jaw as the most beautiful young woman walked into the studio. She was slender and pure with hair of blue to rival that of the morning sky and eyes of a winter grey. Her demure presence would be enough to capture the attention of anyone, not just Ignatz. However, it was the bronze jewellery that she bedecked herself with that most caught Ignatz’s curiosity as such accessories were most certainly would have been made by Hilda.

   “Is everything alright, Hilda?” asked Marianne. “I thought I heard a commotion.”

   “It's alright, Ignatz was just scolding me for wasting governmental money but its no skin off my back.” Hildra shrugged.

   Marianne gave Hilda a solemn glare, it seemed she thought that was a bad idea as well. At least the pause in conversation gave Ignatz time to recover from seeing such a striking woman in a place - and time - like this.

   “Hello, ma’am, I don’t believe we’ve met before…” Ignatz said and he had the strangest inkling that he had seen her face somewhere before, stranger still, not in a person but perhaps in a drawing or in something else similarly arcane.

   “Ignatz, you rude little man,” Hilda scolded him now, hands on her hips, “this is my partner, we’ve been courting for about a year now.”

   “O-oh, my apologies.” Ignatz said and he decided now would be a good time to go before he further stuffed his foot in his mouth. He straightened up his coat and glared, rather ineffectually, at Hilda. “We will be sending you a very strongly worded letter quite soon, Miss Goneril,” he softened, “but I wish you the best between yourself and your beau.”

   Hilda smiled and she reached out for Marianne. Their hands entangled lovingly in one another with Hilda snuggling into the side of Marianne’s slender frame.

   “Thank you, Ignatz.” Hilda said. “For the well wishes, not the letter.”

   “Good day to you both.” Ignatz said firmly and with that, he left.

   However, Marianne still called out to him, “Have a lovely day, may the Goddess be with you.”

   Hilda chuckled to herself and she kissed Marianne’s knuckles. Marianne smiled and she felt her heart flutter. What a lovely yet peculiar sensation in her chest, she was eager for more of it. To know life beyond that of her origins as a cast of bronze.

   “I love you.” Marianna whispered.

   “I love you too.” Hilda replied to her.

   Hilda was still holding Marianne’s hands and she had marvellous hands as an artisan, Marianne thought. They were hands firmer than those of a statue;s but it further assured Marianne that she was in the company of a very capable woman to love and be loved by. Truly, by the Goddess, a mere statue could not be more blessed to have an artist as her lover and creator, Marianne found herself thinking as she kissed a grateful kiss onto Hilda’s loving mouth.

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Hey! Just quickly sneaking in here to tell you you are adorable and wonderful! I know the struggle you are in right now so well!

What goes through your mind? What is your favourite movie? And what's the best (your favourite) starker prompt you ever received, read or asked?

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An owl! A pretty owl! I love owls! Ah, I'm blushing, thanks love😘 praise and validation are better than any caffeine.

Oh favorite movie. Definitely Inkheart. I enjoy (adore, worship) Princess Bride but it's too short for what I need. Inception is great yet it's not exactly for any mood. Same with The mummy with Rachel Weisz. they're great movies and I love them! But inkheart is an any day movie, you know. I definitely recommend it. And the book too!

Um, @professional-benaddict 's little Peter are to die for. She fulfils her prompts beautifully. And my god, rafni sure knows how to wreck my heart with the darker fics. The one with mafia boss Stephen and Tony, well the ones with those two and sub or little Peter are heaven.

@starkeristheendgame does such glorious works of art that I always have to take a minute to breathe afterwards. She's one of my go to blogs, actually. The one with god!Tony had me up in the morning and I screamed at her for all of five minutes because of it.

@starkerflowers this angel has such a wonderful understanding of the dynamics between starker both in and out of canon. Every single fic nails it, that characterisation is to die for. And such variety too. But like. Flowers daddy!Tony has me wheezing, ok!

@sinditia listen. Listen. I am so enraged at the fact that her recent series, the rewrite of hc, iw, and endgame, the one I've been reblogging whose name I'm too sleep deprived to remember, I'm so sorry, doesn't have more notes because Jesus Christ, get her a meeting with sony. The plot, the characters and their relationships, the banter, the dialogue, the descriptions, the heartache, the WHUMP. just, do yourself a favor and read it. You'll cry but we can cry together.

@vaguekiwi just. I cant. I won't do any homework if I say how much I love gracie's work. Like, glass ceilings and bedframes (why can't I remember the complete titles, jesus)? and under a violet rain? Excuse me ma'am, you wanna let me breathe? Hold on to your seats, ladies and gentlemen, as we take a ride to whump town. After that, the tour through incredible attention to detail and well planned plot. Around lunch time, symbolism. So much symbolism it hurts to feast on such beauty. Ah, but don't forget, AMAZING GODDAMN DYNAMICS THAT HAVE ME SHRIEKING. Right. The end of the ride stops at. Oh look. It doesn't stop.

@cagestark she could write one paragraph and it would have me sobbing. I mean, the mafia au fics alone are a monument to her skills. I've re-read them five times over. The tone, the atmosphere, the sheer complexity in the story, the hurt and the development of feelings that don't just come out of nowhere, the process of falling in love. It makes me fall in love.

@tonystarkisaslut they ripped out my heart and made me eat it with the divorce fic. Of course, there are like fifty other gorgeous works but. That fic. I needed kleenex. I accent even read it completely because I'm afraid I'll finish all the tissues in the house. The characterization, they were so them and so true to what they thought, and the flashbacks never seen out of place and morgan, and the nicknames, and Peter's hurt and Tony s reaction and the realization that he wouldn't be spending so much time with her. I cant.

@twokinkybeans jar of dirt. The kinktober card fills and the exposition of these characters to new situations they never even dreamed about. But. jar of dirt. Jar of Dirt. JAR OF DIRT. Puppy Peter alone? Had me screaming? The openness of these two characters? Their love for each other? How they always made sure they were safe? Their trust? The fact that they felt safe enough to say this isn't really comfy in any and all moments? How theres aftercare? And pure love that isn't entirely based on sexual aspects? 100000000000/10

I could keep going but I've spent nearly two hours here so saving for next time. The favorite one I received was the Pepper x Peter one, actually. It lead me to Priceless Peter Parker and that in turn gave me the confidence for Pretty little muse, won't you be my lover? I would have never started posting starker on ao3 if it weren't for that prompt. I'm incredibly grateful for it.

I dont think this is what you had in mind, but thank you so much for the ask and the hugs, dear one. I needed them this week😘💓

I almost forgot!

@petersmocha jae has created so many beautiful fics that it's impossible to pinpoint my favorite. All of her works are absolutely mesmerizing and in point with the prompts. (But her little Peter is precious af, I squeal whenever she posts something sweet with him and his kind daddy!tony) (and the text messages! so much talent! so many plot points I didn't expect! When her sub!Peter shyly admits he's into iron daddy! How Tony never makes him feel bad about it! How he's like, babe, I feel the same way! How he disciplines peter! How Peter follows!)

@vanillapeter van does such great moodboards! I love them with all my heart! The penguin one is my fave! Her choice for the pics! The lighting! The quality! The lovely drabbles! How she makes sure the story is clear! How pure and innocent her Peter is! The softness of it! The joy I get when she pops into my dash! Her early bday gift I have as my background! Her understanding of colors!

@starkermoodboards THE PLOT I GET FROM JUST A GLANCE! she's been on a roll and I can't choose my fave! The colors! The back story! How it all fits like a puzzle piece! The delicacy of peter! And then bam! The strength from peter! The banter between starker! I adore!

@heyimstarker JESYS EVERYTHING! From all the fandoms! The angst! The feels! The ache! The burn! The slow slow romance that lights me on fire! THE PROSE AND POETRY! The elegance! The way it can enrapture me! The understanding of the characters!