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[bellehalla]

Ok so i was going to mention this in the ao3 comments but since youre active on tumblr i thought why not just come here!

So ive been re-reading rf again (for the 7th time... sorry) and im not sure if ive already mentioned this or if somebody else did but ive been thinking about kaeyas nickname for reader-dove, and the symbolism behind that because like- DOVE the animal representative of peace and love and FREEDOM, being placed on reader means so much. The story literally deals with the tension between inazuma and mond, reader being from inazuma and having such a great sincere love and sense of protection for mondstat is such a good character out of all to be named dove, especially from kaeya's perspective, he sees her as a symbol of genuineness compared to the other soldiers, someone who has risked their life for freedom when leaving inazuma, for peace when sacrificing themselves for ewald, and love for confessing to kaeya knowing she could have gotten in so much trouble. Reader is unapologetically so caring and delicate with everyone, a blanket of security that kaeya indulges in and lets his walls fall down around, his dove and flash of light in the grittiness of war. Im so sorry i could talk abt them for days😭😭 i love kaeya and reader and cant wait for their comeback, i hope you are doing well and thank you for such a well done fic, i know its not complete but ive read it so many times and genuinely it is better put together than about half of the books on my bookshelf😭 take care!

selkified! You are always the sweetest. ❤️❤️❤️

and ohmygod you made me fall in love with reader all over again. you're right, she's so sweet and genuine, which is what kaeya's character is attracted to the most, especially in the beginning of their relationship.

while writing them, i had to find a common ground for the two to connect. Kaeya seems like the type of character that needs deep and genuine connection for him to...obsess over someone enough that he will do batshit crazy stuff for them. reader's unapologetic perspective in freedom and chasing after what you want are quite contrasting to what we know of Kaeya's lore. he's used to hiding behind deception, despite the fact that he's very much driven by love. he suffered so much ever since his childhood, and reader's outlook in life is like a fresh air to him. but it's sort of unfamiliar to him that it feels scary. if you squint enough, he's not exactly the nicest to reader's feelings either. he doesn't know what to do with her lol he leads her on a lot then squash her feelings last minute

as for his nickname, dove, i didn't originally mean for it to stick. (i was in a Hawks (MHA) high and fanon Hawks uses "dove" a lot so i kind of wanted to implement it.) i did a research and found it to be perfect and now Raging Fires!Kaeya hasn't let go of this nickname since then. since Rin Minamoto isnt really reader's actual name, Kaeya had to use a more personal name for her, and that happened to be an endearment. i'm glad everyone is positively reacting to it too lol

anyway your insights are well appreciated. im also glad you are loving them !!!

[zivazivc]

Crochet lessons (Who is teaching who?) + Rainbow yarn of fate

[cookieclover]

Hands you the guys

:cries and gently holds them all in my hands:

[angelmush]

magenta smoothie 4 breakfast, vibrant vase of tulips 4 my gf, black dragon dog 4 sharing the couch with, and a big stack of notebooks 4 writing

[veevoosh]

finished watchin bad's deltarune vod yesterday and i am LIVING IN IT

day 34!!!!

[luckyartdrawer]

Year In Review!!!

Cutting it close to the New Year in my time zone, so what better way to end the year with a review of some of my favorite art pieces from each month! Let's see how I've grown together eh? <3

Started this out in June because that's really when I started using my Tumblr and posting art! Hopefully next year I have an even fuller YIR collection to show. :3

(Hehe all the Suns and Moons are reaching out. They really like y'all!)

Seriously though, thank you to everyone for being such a welcoming community and making this all possible! I have never felt so motivated to draw as much as I have this year and I have all y'all to thank!

So thank you to all the Artists, Writers, Theorists, Simps, Lovelies, and Mootie Patooties that made this year so amazing and full of lively chatter! The internet never felt so comforting before joining y'all! <3

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE <3 <3 <3

vvv Links to each image below! vvv

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

[maarriiii]

When I get morning delulu I always think about the idea of Jason giving you an early morning back massage. His big strong hands rubbing circles into your soft skin and muscle, causing you to moan into the pillow. It's not his fault he ends up getting hard, grinding against your sweet ass as one hand slides down to your clit making you moan louder. Hell, not even three minutes later he's pounding you harder and harder into his sheets.

The thought comforts me every morning fr fr.

I AM SCREAMING I AM FERAL ANON I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR DAYS!!!

mdni!!!

okay so maybe you workout the previous day and you're sore all over and jason decided to give you a back massage just because he's an amazing boyfriend (he totally doesn't have any hidden intentions at all)

his hands are so big and firm and he just pressed onto that sore spot very nicely that a moan just slip past your lips and jason's like very hyper aware of the sound now and immediately he feels himself grow hard. He starts pressing your back a little bit hard pulling out more moans from you and that point he just pressed himself against your ass and now you're moaning not just because of his hands.

the next thing you know your shorts/sweatpants was pulled down and jason starts thrusting his hips, pulling your ass up with one hand on your hips and the other rubbing your clit vigorously and all you could feel now is jason stretching and filling you up so deliciously, hitting that spot inside that just makes you drool and mewl, and his fingers rubbing so harsh, it makes your toes curled and your fingers clutched against the pillow.

and by the time both of you were done, let's just say you were sore for a completely different reason now

[bvckbiter]

I LOVEEEE YOUR ETHAN SO MUCH i just wanna give him a kiss hes so cute

heheheheh we're both very flattered

[needlefail]

COTC WEEK 2025 DAY ONE: FIRST MEETING

STARING THE CHAMPIONS!!!

FIRST CREEK WEEK ENTRY IM EXCITEDD 🤭🤭 and who better to start with than my babies the champions. Was originally gonna make this a comic but I can NAWT do those so enjoy a combination of art and loose bullet points :3

• For starters, I like to think Keun Sup and Jackie were the first to meet and become friends

•We all know about Keun Sup’s little frizzbee trick that gained him his nickname as the Blur, and since he took great pride in the nickname it’s no doubt he’d constantly be preforming his trick and gathering a large audience of kids

•One day, however, as Keun Sup was preforming his trick, he collided into another kid who had caught Keun Sup’s frizzbee and when Keun Sup attempted to get it back the other kid refused. Onlookers began to back away when they realized this was Jackie, or more commonly the Arm, a kid who had gained a reputation around the creek for his off-putting behavior and even more unsettling skills, just overall not a kid who should be messed with

•Keun Sup and his thick fucking skull however refused to back down until he got his frizzbee back. Eventually, Jackie (after some struggle for the two to understand each other) proposes a bet; Jackie will throw Keun Sup’s disc as far as he can and if Keun Sup can catch it he can have it back. A challenge most kids would shy away from but one Keun gladly accepted

And so began the showdown between the Blur and the Arm

•Jackie throws the disc (cue dramatic effects of the frizzbee cutting through trees from the strength of Jackie’s throw) and within the blink of an eye, Keun Sup is running to catch it which he manages to do

•Both kids are trilled from the challenge and decide to have a few more runs, both excited at the fact they found worthy competition to pit their skills against. Without realizing, the bet becomes more game than challenge

•The sheer power from their game however, leads to some wreckage throughout the creek, causing many kids to flee the scene. And among the chaos, the pair unknowingly catch the eye of royalty

•By the time the two are done playing, they’re confronted by the King’s BFF, who invites them to the castle

• Its there the two are formally made Champions, keeping their renowned nicknames

• Soon enough, they meet the third Champion as well, who’s less than trilled to be paired with them and scoffs that she isnt one to work with “puny, little babies”

•Their other member in the court, the King’s BFF isnt as welcoming either and so Keun Sup and Jackie decide to stick together and have each other’s backs through this, their past rivalry now forgotten as they focus on their next rivals

• Eventually, Keun Sup learns ASL to help communicate with Jackie better, and while they squabble with Aggie, the Squishinator here and there, the trio soon begin getting along.

•Though they all become for friendly with one another, their friendship doesn’t peak until the three accidentally discover their signature waterfall seen in Champion’s Hike, and from this point, the three become practically inseparable, becoming the group of trouble makers we seen in the show

Tldr; stupid kids tussle until eventually they become like siblings to one another (they still tussle tho)

[pretty-groovy-seaslug]

Love is Waiting... (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!! I JUST finished this yesterday and was at the edge of my seat to post it!!! Wonderworlders, to counteract the Lance one from last year, here’s a Balan Valentines piece!

Ibispaint free assets are my best friend,,, let me tell you finding the background I wanted was a HASSLE 💔

Also! The Balan image above was sized up in Waifu2X! Here’s the original size + with no effects:

K idk what else to put here lol, Happy Valentines Day! Don’t keep Balan waiting too long ♡ ～('▽^人)

[napping-sapphic]

man my stupid ass saw everyone talking about the giver and was convinced everyone was suddenly getting really pumped about the book and didn’t question it at all but like wtf do you mean it’s a song

[duckzz]

lil rory to end the year! <3

[t4tcecilos]

keychained those guys !!!!!!!!!

(twig and torbek here)

[triona-tribblescore]

*gives you a baby Mikey*

WHEN I SAY I AUDIBLY SOBBED. OH MY GOD YOUR STYLE IS SO CUTE- STOP. WAH- LITTLE BABY- OH MY GOD. HOLDING SO GENTLY

I gave him a pillow and fluffy lil baby jumper cause he looked a lil cold :')

[kaeruandtopo]

was anybody else really surprised to find out that the teacup ride is still fun no matter what age you are?

lol anyways have the two sillies (drawing them is my chronic disease I can’t stop—)

-topooooo

[luckyartdrawer]

Burning Celestials Ch 2: Fall For Me

2nd Chapter has released, Yippieee! Feel free to read on ao3 or look below the break to read!

Click here for AO3 Link!

Check out the 1st Chapter first!!!

Summary: You were gone, but not really. Somewhere new. Besides the suddenness, you weren't caught too off guard. Moon wasn't either, well, until he actually looked at you that is. 2815 words

When you appeared, he almost completely missed you.

You didn't make a dent in the space around you, a mere speck who should have gone unnoticed and declared unimportant as you arrived. You did absolutely nothing but just show up.

Moon was originally just going on his usual, boring, but necessary, mindless wandering. It's not as if he noticed all the pointed stares you earned, popping out of nowhere, it was more like he noticed the lack of glares being trained on him.

He had half the mind to keep moving, but it was rather unusual for a planet and their orbitals to not actively avoid his presence.

Moon couldn't help but cast a curious glance in the same direction as the spectators, finding himself looking down at the winding roads below. There, beyond the labyrinth of one way trails, compacted dust and rock contained in golden silks of light, was the main attraction. Moon was high above, but even then he could still spot the reason why you had such a captive audience.

You were a being who contained antimatter. Poor thing, frozen to the spot, surrounded by judging eyes.

Moon could've chuckled at your unfortunate fate, if he himself was not living the same story. You just had to be someone with a magnetic pull worthy of rivaling a planet’s. A being not aligned in this cursed place’s straight and narrow hierarchy.

Moon waited as he watched the murmurings dwindle and scatter rapidly, the drifters succumbing to your pull before greedy planets or other moons dramatically pulled them away. The golden roads quickly cleared; the audience plummeting from many to one.

Looks like no one was in the mood to deal with you right away.

Moon had his fill of entertainment for the day, fine with leaving the encounter as this; just a mere glance. Yet, once he made that glance at you, no longer observing how the others observed you, he found something that made it hard to turn away.

You seemed to believe you were now alone, staring at the expanse around you, slowly twirling to take it all in. Your foot snagged on the uneven ground and you fell, your yelp failed to reach him through the thick vacuum of space.

You were nothing impressive… But your confusing emotional state was hard to miss.

What's wrong with you?

He got a little closer, jumping down to a road slightly below the trail he was on. Your figure was somewhat easier to decipher now, what with the void of your body matching the black of the surroundings making it difficult. It's easier to define some of your edges the closer he gets, the colorful dust surrounding your body much more noticeable.

He thought you were a black hole, but perhaps not…

You pushed at the rocks, sifted through the dust, and plucked at the glowing strings that hold the roads together. He couldn't read your emotions from so far, but anyone sane would be able to notice when someone is enchanted by the ground.

How could you be so preoccupied with something like that, especially after what just happened?

So, like any reasonable being, he wanted to know why.

Moon crouched at the path’s edge, coaxing the loose light hanging to the rest of its mass to pull and expand into his hand. He layered it over his shoulder, looping it until he believed he had a long enough spool of light to force a stop.

Then, with a jump, he descended, grasping the end with one hand and guiding the slack with the other as he free-fell.

His world spun, the pieces of his body juddered and grinded together, new crumbs speckling the dark half of his face and body, the murky essence keeping him whole. The feeling of floating completely, being swallowed by the inky black of space even for a moment…

It's so easy to get lost in it.

If he were to just let go…

Unfortunately he remembered to shake the euphoric feeling away; he couldn't allow it while on this little escapade. The easy glide through space led him so close to you, but with a simple twist of his leg and foot around the leftover slack, he stopped upside-down just a couple of feet above you. 

Your pull was there, but only noticeable within this close radius. At least, for him that is... That odd detail by itself already planted a seed within his mind.

He's never felt a pull like this before…

Moon watched silently as you fiddled with the light, hearing your quiet awes at how it bends and allows your hand to push through with enough force. When you raised yourself back to standing however, he decided to finally announce himself.

His voice surprised you so bad that you stumbled back to the ground, twisting onto your back to look up at him.

How unperceptive. It's… cute.

Moon could practically feel the tension radiating off of you, but he focused on his inspection of you as you collected yourself. He's heard of beings appearing from nowhere, but this is the first time he's seen someone who has.

You certainly fit the part…

Besides your unusual coverings, the biggest thing he took note of was your eyes… They're a blindingly bright white, somehow not swallowed by the void of your body.

It confused Moon greatly; the Black holes that brought him to existence had no facial features at all. They were all but swallowed whole once they became the cold creatures they were doomed to be, or so the story goes. Even the antimatter that keeps himself together threatens to swallow his 2nd eye.

Yet here you are without even a single vortex, stardust hovering around you with controlled ease. How are you calmly defying the unstoppable?

He wanted to unravel these mysteries that are suddenly piling up. Questions that he would usually never care for start to form in his mind, all directed at you.

After you relaxed in his presence and struck up a hesitant introduction, you desperately took his offer to travel with you when he acknowledged your lost expression. As he uncoiled and released himself from the golden rope, you caught him off guard with how quick you aimed to seek out answers to every little thing, starting with his now abandoned shortcut.

Seems both of you wanted to unravel the other.

Moon wasn't unreceptive to your lines of questioning, despite how new this kind of interaction is to him, rather, he was oddly charmed by them.

They were such simple queries, grounded in reality.

There were no untold rules or distrust of his presence. It was as if you didn't even feel the radius of his magnetism, easily wandering close and far from him as you wandered together.

Perhaps your pull was just simply stronger than his?

Yet, that same pull, as much as it coaxes him in, is gentle. Open. An invite rather than a demand.

It's not the commandeering gravity of the planets or the black holes, dragging all who cannot resist their orbit as part of their entourage. The cold war between those with such intense pulls is mind numbing. One claiming that it is their birthright to rule, while the other simply exists, unable to help themselves from eventually consuming those they ensnare, bit by bit.

Yet here you are, nothing like them. You don't demand anything from him. You don't cast him out for not clinging to you like how he “should” be.

To you, he's more than just a Moon, but probably no more than anyone else.

Moon would much rather prefer if all pulls felt like yours. He hoped his own enticed you just as much, if to just keep you from eventually drifting too far away.

You rapidly became a new comfort.

Watching him with wide doe eyes.

Falling in step, side by side.

To say it was intoxicating would be a little on the nose.

He taught you about so many things as the cycles passed; made more reasons for you to drift closer.

He rambled about the expanse beyond that none can touch. Moon would tell you all the fables and constellations of every system he's ever seen, if you'd just ask. He'd point out the colors that occasionally blend in the universe, explaining their meanings in mythos; it's something so enchanting that he cannot help but stand and watch from time to time, an explosion of dust and color shining through a dark, star-filled void.

It's beautiful, but unreachable.

You made the rather astute observation that the view looked like you...

Exactly, so don't leave.

Don't drift away or become untouchable.

Be his piece of the sky.

He emphasized how the roads never end and are always shifting in the loose expanse of space. Not built by the celestials but rather as if weaved by reality for their very way of life. The theories and beliefs of some other worldly beings never cease to prickle at his mind. These strange roads of fate wind around gigantic planets, becoming paths that allow celestials to reside wherever they'd like on each one, while others find comfort in reaching a star and carving out their own home within.

Despite how encouraging the winding paths are for wandering celestials, Moon chose to never keep a home. The moment he stupidly told you, you immediately set out to make him one.

He couldn’t risk getting caught, let alone having you do such a thing for him. He told you as such; the black holes will find him, the planets will chase him away, yet you debated with him over it repeatedly.

The pesky insistent attitude annoyed him with how much emotion that welled up within him.

Longing.

Hope.

Fear.

Craving.

Desolation.

Excitement.

He could have shot you down, left, and kept safe, even after you found an, admittedly , lovely vacant star to occupy. But… He wouldn't willingly pull away that far.

He loves how you cling to him, even during an argument. He'd save unsaid counterpoints just so he could start the bickering again when feeling particularly needy. Addicted to your touch.

What may have finally convinced him to stay was when you pouted, saying you'll just live there without him.

And oh… when he realized you intended to stay with him.

The flutter in the dark matter that keeps him whole made him pang. Burn in a million different ways. Pine to hold you. Beg to absorb you.

You wanted to stay with him . Live with him.

Not that random you'd frivolously talk about when explaining your past.

Part of Moon ever regrets asking, jealous of the tone shift of your voice becoming more animated and lively when you started to talk about another man. The way he’d taught you things before Moon ever had the chance of meeting you. The kiss you shared before you suddenly departed from him…

He usually tried his best to constantly keep that character out of his mind, wanting to be blissfully ignorant. He wanted to live in his fantasy where the universe was just you and him.

But now…

Did he finally get you to stop seeing that man in every little thing you saw?

Oh, please… Please let it be true.

You're too alluring to ignore the feelings in his chest anymore. He's been hooked on you the moment he saw you.

It's so hard to pretend that he doesn't want to pull you in. Mesh together until one is the other. Take him fully and wholly.

He wants to revel in you.

Stop chasing someone else light-years away when he's right here…

He couldn't just tell you, no no no, not when you could still be enamored with that memory. So he showed it in small ways. Enough to quell his bleeding heart into a sore ache. Begging for you to see his signs.

Let him entice you.

Come to him, follow his pull, like he does with yours.

He'd let you hang off his arm when you needed some reprieve from the constant walking, he feels stronger than the universe when you ask to be carried.

He'd hold you close from behind and tuck his head into your shoulder whenever either of you was emotional or introspective, disguising his selfish cravings as a physical comfort. Though, it's not much of a disguise if you were to see his wandering, clouded eyes.

He'd comfortably stand with you, regardless of where or why, and look into your eyes. Your acknowledgement or returned gaze was not necessary, you seem to have grown used to it and continue on with whatever work you carved out for today. Just seeing you from up close, being allowed to speak, allowed to touch, allowed to admire; it's enough to keep his twitching, itching, scratching desires at bay. 

He'd woven a staircase of light from the golden path and connected it to your shared home, large but dazzling railings encasing his creation to ensure you'd never fall into the void below.

He'd never let you fall without him.

So fall for him, please.

Crash into him so hard that he breaks from the inside out.

He's always been so fragile, but you are the only one allowed to shatter him.

Moon feels such desire constantly. Each smile thrown his way, all the appreciative shows of thanks, and every shiver from you in his arms makes him hope more and more.

You fulfill every craving.

He can't part from you, refuses to, so give him anything and everything you're willing to.

Please.

Shatter him completely.

He couldn't wait anymore unfortunately.

You never took the plunge, at least not openly. Now he couldn't let you come to him, not at a time like this.

The black holes finally tracked him down. The planets were furious at their arrival. You both were surrounded by each party; the all encompassing and possessive beings that hungered for something to fill their empty voids, and the prideful and spiteful monarchs that won't allow a single one of their charges or harems to be taken from them, regardless of the feelings of their lessers.

The black holes wanted to keep building upon him, the only being they so far able to create rather than destroy. Something they could feed off of for all eternity.

The Planets wanted him and you gone, a looming hidden threat to their ever growing rule, believing that you'd both side with the destruction of the black holes.

Cornered from both sides, home invaded and crushed into stardust, Moon did the only thing he could do.

And you'd fall with him.

Yanking you by the collar into his chest, he leaped past the ledge.

The twine of light he held in his other hand was the only tether between the two of you and land. He held you close and spun, allowing the string to tie you two tightly together.

Even in this situation, the uncertainty of it all, his heart is soaring.

You're so close, reliant on him. Your terrified screams as you hide your face into his chest only proves it. He's elated, euphoric even, to be here with you. The light you emit shines as brighter than anything he's ever seen.

If he closes his eyes and relaxes his body, he could even feel like he's one with the void.

One with you. The two of you are just masses of antimatter, dust, and light.

What a wonderful dream…

Your screams stop and his tight hold becomes suddenly loose.

His eyes open and with an enchanted sigh he becomes breathless.

His tether is gone.

The golden roads are so far away.

You are not in his arms.

Tears flood out of his good eye as you've done exactly what he dreaded.

You drifted away. You became one with the sky. You became untouchable.

Without him.

But oh, look at you… You're everywhere, flooding his vision with black and white, speckles of colored gas and dust gently floating in the void. You're right where you belong.

He couldn't stay mad at you for that. All he can hope is that soon enough he will be one with the sky too.

Together you'd be the greatest mythos to grace the universe. Even if he'd be the only one to believe in it.

Tingles dance upon his back as he allows his vision to blur.

If he focuses enough, it still feels like you're there.

Holding him. In his arms. Feeling the warmth and coolness of your bodies mingling together.

He dreams of his lips dancing across the crook of your neck like he was always tempted to do.

Trailing along the path he'd measure daily in his mind.

He dreams of your lips meeting his.

A gift from the divine, a taste of the untouchable.

Then finally, he dreams of black.