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[arcsparkasriel]

Introducing Lofitale (part 1)

LOFITALE ASRIEL DREEMURR

My AU Lofitale is an idealistic Post Pacifist AU that adds in the Deltarune characters as little kids. How they actually were in Undertale! Susie and Noelle, according to the unreleased Alarm Clock app, were called Suzy and Noel. It also serves as a medium to advertise my streaming persona of Lofitale Asriel Dreemurr, who I Vtube as! It takes place on the Surface in the city you see at the end of the game, which I aptly named New Ebott City! Here, monsters and humans are learning to co-exist in harmony.

The main character of this story and who I play as on Twitch, YouTube, Twitter, and Tumblr. Prince Asriel Dreemurr! During the final confrontation, Frisk and Ralsei constructed a new soul for Asriel from small pieces of all seven human souls, including Frisk's own, to fill in what was left of his own fragmented soul. What resulted was retaining the adolescent form he attained in his Angel of Hyperdeath form. The resulting reunion with his family was long awaited and bittersweet. It took a long time and help from his extended family to get him through the darkness of his memories. Asriel developed something of a guilt complex and a short temper, but he's still the same golden child of goodness that he once was. Henow works three jobs to support his family in their lavish apartment in New Ebott City. One of them is a professional streamer from the comfort of his own room. Oftentimes, with his little brother Ralsei.

LOFITALE RALSEI DREEMURR

Ralsei, in Lofitale, is Asriel's first blood brother. Born in the Ruins eight months after Toriel first leaves Asgore. So he is also a prince in this world too. He's born with albinism which would explain his poor eyesight, pink eyes, pink horns, and pink claws. Ralsei was more reserved and shy than his brother before him. He would come to know each and every one of the six fallen humans who would ultimately be harvested and break his heart even further. Unbeknownst to him, his big brother was still alive, watching over him from the shadows as the soulless Flowey. When Frisk arrived, Ralsei developed a strong bond with him and stuck close throughout the whole journey through the Underground. He would come to finally meet his big brother Asriel, and to this day, they are inseparable. Ralsei is with Asriel every time he streams on Twitch.

LOFITALE SUZY DREEMURR

Suzy in Lofitale is an orphaned little girl who lost her parents to Alphys' original determination experiments. Unlike the later trst subjects who became amalgamates, her parents fell down on the spot. Forcing her to live alone for some time. Surviving off of whatever scraps she could find. Sometimes, resorting to stealing or eating inedible objects. Susie was malnourished and sickly when Frisk first met her in the passageways of Waterfall. Being the gutter rat she was, Suzy developed her own survival at any costs mindset. She was suspicious and hostile at first, but she quickly warmed up to Frisk and Ralsei. All three of them would form a bond stronger than they realized. Toriel would adopt her alongside Frisk when they all return to the surface. She currently goes to Seaside Elementary with her new brothers, Frisk and Ralsei.

LOFITALE FRISK DREEMURR

The Hero of the Underground. The Seventh Fallen Human. The Most Determined. You all know Frisk. You all know the story of the Undertale and Frisk's journey through the Underground. Frisk would be introduced to Ralsei when he first arrived in the Underground. Much like Asriel and Chara before them, Ralsei would bring Frisk to his mother. Unlike the other six fallen humans, something special about Frisk stood out to Ralsei. Ralsei would follow Frisk through the whole journey and learn about everything. In Waterfall, Frisk would meet the street urchin Suzy and develop a kinship with her. On the surface, after helping Asriel free monsterkind, Frisk is living his best life with his new family.

[truevedicastrology]

Venus in Signs Unveiled 🌌

Embarking upon the cosmic tapestry, we unravel the intricacies of Venusian manifestations. 🔥

In the fiery realm of Aries, ardor reigns supreme, igniting a fervent pursuit. The thrill of an elusive paramour captivates them, yet ennui looms post-honeymoon. Their ardency, however, knows no bounds. 💖

In the sensual abode of Taurus, desire craves opulence. Lavish dates and regal treatment define their romantic utopia. Physical intimacy and emotional proximity intertwine, creating an immersive experience with their beloved. 💑

Gemini's Venus, an aficionado of spontaneity, hungers for intellectual engagement. Monotony befalls them swiftly, and commitment becomes an elusive concept. Their affections gracefully dance among multiple partners. 🕺💃

Cancer's Venus seeks a haven in their partner, a refuge akin to home. Nestled in cuddles, cinematic escapades ensue. Evading ephemeral dalliances, they gravitate towards enduring commitments. 🏡❤️

The regal Venus in Leo yearns to be the coveted prize, basking in public displays of affection. Loyalty intertwines with a penchant for inciting jealousy, creating a theatrical romantic landscape. 🎭👑

Virgo's Venus communicates love through acts of service. Nurturing their partner brings fulfillment, tempered with constructive criticism from a place of genuine care. 🌱💕

Libra's Venus craves equilibrium, desiring a relationship as a tranquil sanctuary. Discomfort breeds passive-aggression, a covert expression of unspoken grievances. Their loyalty surfaces when the cosmic scales align. ⚖️💏

Scorpio's Venus hungers for an immersive, profound love, scorning superficial connections. The tempest of excitement and chaos fuels their ardor, warding off the specter of ennui. 🌪️❤️

Sagittarius' Venus, an ardent admirer of romance, weaves tales of unparalleled significance. Charismatic honesty coexists with a penchant for exploring diverse romantic vistas. 📖🌍

Capricorn's Venus values mature, responsible partners. Love unfolds methodically, grounded in trust and reliability, transcending mere emotional fervor. 🧘‍♂️💖

Aquarius' Venus craves a camaraderie-fueled romance, where jest and banter abound. The shackles of a stifling union suffocate their individualistic essence. 🤣🤔

Pisces' Venus yearns for a soulmate connection, transcending the mundane. Their love, profound and unconditional, becomes a beacon for those drawn to exploit their open-hearted benevolence. 🌌💗

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[charliedawn]

Oh, I have a request for a Hannibal family member's partner who's like a 50's housewife. She is all so elegant, tender, loving and ready to do anything for her beloved...thanks in advance.

Hannibal Lecter Sr.

Hannibal Lecter Sr. would be highly pleased by your dedication to the domestic sphere, your grace, and your willingness to play the perfect partner. He values appearances and control, so having someone like you—who mirrors those values in the most elegant and traditional way—would feel like the completion of his carefully crafted image. He would observe your every action with a subtle, pleased smile, particularly admiring how well you maintain the façade of a perfect household. The way you serve lavish dinners without ever complaining, even though you know exactly what kind of meat is being served, would make him smile in satisfaction. Your willingness to support him, even in his more…unconventional habits, would earn you his respect and affection. He would see you as his masterpiece—molded to complement his world perfectly. You would notice how he watches you when you move about the house, quietly proud of how you embody the elegance and sophistication he values so much.

The day he adopted Morgan and Kevin:

Hannibal Sr. had just returned from a long trip abroad and you greeted him with Hannibal Jr. accordingly. He waited until the both of you were alone before telling you he needs to talk to you. You thought it was perhaps to dismiss you and you started panicking internally. Hence, you started cooking his favourite meal and decided to indirectly push the conversation for later. But, Hannibal Sr. could almost smell your fear and wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder to peek over your shoulder at what you were cooking—satisfied at the way you were so flawlessly cooking and preparing his favourite dish to somehow appease him for a mistake you had never committed…

He kissed the back of your shoulder and you shivered. Had he grown bored of you ? Were you going to become dinner instead of preparing it ? Was he…?

But, he suddenly interrupted you in your silent worries as he whispered.

"How would you feel about becoming a mother…little lamb ?"

Your eyes widened and the spoon you were holding clattered inside the pan—spluttering a few droplets of sauce on your apron. You were stunned. But you quickly turned around and smiled at him.

"A mother ?"

Hannibal Sr. nodded with a smile.

"Yes. A mother, my dear. Would you consider it ?"

You didn’t need time to consider. You were so happy and hugged him.

"Yes ! Yes. I would be so happy to be a mother. Your children would be my pride and joy. And I would take great care of them."

Hannibal Sr. chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

"Good. Now, take a look outside…"

…And that’s how you became the mother of Morgan and Kevin Hannibal Lecter.

Hannibal Lecter Jr.

Hannibal Lecter Jr. would be both intrigued and amused by your devotion. At first, he might question the authenticity of your 1950s housewife persona, wondering if it was a mask as carefully constructed as his own. He would test your devotion subtly, seeing if there was more beneath the surface. Your steadfast loyalty, however, would eventually win him over.

As someone who is hard to read and deeply distrustful of others, he would be drawn to your consistent care and willingness to love without judgment. He wouldn’t show his appreciation very much, but in quiet moments, you’d catch glimpses of how much he values you. Perhaps in the way he gently places a hand on your shoulder when you serve him tea or how he lets you lean against him after a long day.

Though he wouldn’t verbalize it often, he would come to deeply appreciate the tranquility you bring into his life. You are the calm amidst the chaos in his mind, and in time, he would allow himself to feel safe in your presence.

"You make the chaos…quieter," he murmured one night, watching you with an intensity only he could hold. You smiled at him and intertwined your fingers.

"And you make my life whole."

You had found each other at a time where you both didn’t think that you would find the right companion. Hannibal had just lost Will and you had failed to find someone who would accept you the way you were…But then, you had seen that man on the sea shore—half-dead—and you had immediately sought to rescue him.

After that, Hannibal Jr. had been bound to you through this unpaid debt and sworn to be your perfectly dutiful partner until death…For that was the closest to love you would both ever get.

Morgan Hannibal

Morgan would admire your devotion, not just because it benefits him, but because it reflects his own values of duty and control. As a medical doctor, Morgan is meticulous, calculative, and demanding of perfection, and you fit that role in his life seamlessly. Your ability to maintain the household, support him, and look elegant while doing it would make you indispensable to him. He would have a deep respect for how well you manage everything and would love the feeling of being the center of your world. In his mind, it’s only natural that someone as clever and devoted as you would see him as worthy of such care. He wouldn’t hesitate to acknowledge your work, though sometimes his praise may come off as more clinical than romantic.

However, despite his occasional coldness, Morgan would be fiercely protective of you. In his mind, you are his perfect partner—someone who makes his life run smoothly and adds an air of sophistication to his already successful persona. Anyone who dared to disrupt that balance would face his full wrath.

"You’re quite the remarkable doll," he said offhandedly, as though making an observation during dinner. "It’s no surprise you’ve adapted so well to this life."

You looked up at him as you ate and when his eyes were looking away, the grip on your knife would tighten. You had fallen for him—true. But that didn’t mean you appreciated being called a doll. Morgan knew that better than anyone, but he still loved to repeat it again and again to earn himself a reaction that wasn’t prime and proper. His eyes would keep glancing at you and send you that insufferable half-smirk that would make you look back down at your plate and clench your teeth. But…that’s what he liked. To see you like this. Because even though Morgan could be cold and merciless—he enjoyed greatly the sight of how it affected you.

You were so deep in thought, you failed to hear your beloved partner approach you from behind and bend down to whisper in your ear.

"Do not forget to smile, Y/N. Or I will have no trouble finding someone else to fulfil your duties."

You glared at him.

You hated him. But at the same time…there was no other man who could make your heart thump loudly in your chest the way he did. And the man knew it more than anyone. That was the reason he had accepted you. Because he knew there would be no one as devoted as you.

Kevin Hannibal

Kevin would find your obsession with the whole housewife thing to be both adorable and perplexing. At first, he might poke fun at your 1950s housewife tendencies, calling you "old-fashioned" or teasing you when you’re in the kitchen wearing an apron. His blunt nature wouldn’t allow him to take the persona too seriously right away.

However, as time goes on, Kevin would start to see the beauty in how much you care for him and the home you share. He’d come to appreciate the comfort and stability you bring, even if he’s not one to conform to traditional roles himself. Your elegance and grace would contrast with his more chaotic, artistic nature, and he’d find that balance soothing.

While Kevin is fiercely loyal, he’s also blunt and impulsive, and he might occasionally make jabs about your traditional tendencies. But beneath the teasing, there would be a deep sense of love. He’d admire your ability to stay dedicated, even when his impulsiveness might make life difficult at times.

"You know, you’re like a walking vintage ad or something," he joked once while kissing your cheek. "But hell, I wouldn’t trade it for anything."

Peter Hannibal

Peter would be the one most enamored with your care and affection. You, with your loving and devoted nature, would be everything Peter has always longed for. He craves validation, attention, and love—things you give him in abundance. Your tender touch and sweet words would soothe his overactive emotions.

In Peter’s eyes, you would be perfection. He would follow you around like a puppy, always eager for your approval and affection. Every meal you make, every small gesture of love, every single gesture of love or appreciation thrown his way would make his heart swell. You would become the person who makes him feel safe, even in the midst of his emotional storms.

However, Peter’s obsessive nature means he might become too attached. Your role as a perfect partner would feed into his need for someone to love and dote on him constantly. He would cling to you, desperate for the reassurance that you love him as much as he loves you.

"You love me, right Y/N ?" he’d ask constantly, searching your face for any sign of hesitation. "Right ? Come on…Please. Say it. Say you love me. Say you will stay with me. Please." And when you smiled and assured him that yes, you did love him and would stay with him, Peter would sigh with relief, holding onto you with a large grin.

Because he was certain that no matter how many times he’s ask, your answer would be the same.

In all cases, you would serve as the grounding presence in the Hannibals’ lives, the one who brings elegance, order, and tenderness into the dark, complex world of the Hannibal family. Your love and devotion would be both their comfort and their obsession, feeding into the unique needs of each family member in ways only you could provide.

[traintrainingmontage]

If you’re still accepting prompts, I’d love to see what you could do with Spencer!

Ooooh, Spencer! He's so fun to hate on, honestly. It's neat to have characters like him in the series! That said, I have considered who he is as a character, and I do have some ideas...

(March is coming to an end, but prompts are still open until the end of the month! Details here!)

Spencer couldn't particularly say that he enjoyed visiting Sodor. It was too pastoral, too rural, and too overrun with cows for his liking; he was far more interested in spending time and sharing sheds with engines of high stature and great prestige than having to visit this backwater island with all of its barbaric little engines. Really, besides Gordon (as well as Connor and Caitlin, who he couldn't help but begrudgingly admire), there was nobody worth seeing on this godforsaken islet, and even then, it was fun visiting Gordon simply to demonstrate who was the superior Gresley between them.

On this particular trip, the Duke and Duchess of Boxford had come to enjoy the lavish surroundings of their summer home, leaving Spencer with little to do but sit around and wait. On previous trips, he'd assisted with building this very manor and even helping to restore the nearby Ulfstead Castle, but this particular venture seemingly held no such exhilaration; instead, he was made to sit and wait until their Graces wished to go gallivanting about the island, taking in the quaint local surroundings such as the zoo. Naturally, there were far better zoos available in London, but the Duke and Duchess somehow found joy in visiting all of these places of substandard and frankly insulting quality. Spencer couldn't understand it himself, but then again, what did it matter as long as he had the honor of escorting such distinguished personages?

As Spencer idled in his recently constructed shed, contemplating whether he might allow himself to indulge in the island's warm sunshine and enjoy a well-deserved rest, a bright peep peep! startled him back into wakefulness. Percy, that little green caterpillar, was fast approaching with a single car, albeit traveling at quite the slow speed.

As he pulled up to Boxford station, he gave a quick whistle, causing his crew to leap from his cab and the stationmaster (who was truthfully a glorified doorman) to leave his office and come to inspect. The smaller engine's crew opened the car to reveal a myriad of carefully packed packages, many of which were labeled as fragile. Given Spencer's close proximity to said station, it was quite easy for him to conveniently assess just what was going on; these were apparently items ordered by their Graces by which to furnish their manor, and Percy had been the one scheduled to bring them over.

Well. That was boring.

Wholly unsatisfied, Spencer let out a deep sigh, drawing the smaller engine's attention. "Oh! Hello, Spencer," Percy greeted hesitantly, eyes shifting over to meet the larger engine's. "...How are you?"

His tone wasn't as fawning or adoring as Spencer would have liked from a conversation partner, but it was a step up from that ridiculous Thomas or just about anyone else on this horrid little island, so it would have to do.

"I am well, Percy," Spencer intoned, a haughty smile coming easily to his face. "As always, I am doing my utmost to live up to the great expectations placed upon me by my illustrious designer and lineage—"

"You know, I've always meant to ask about that," the little green engine oh-so-rudely interrupted. "What is with you guys going on about your builder and your legacy and all of that?"

Spencer recoiled in shock, struck dumb with disbelief. "Are... are you serious? Do you have no pride in your origins? I, for one, was originally put to to paper by Sir Nigel Gresley himself! Of course I have a duty to uphold that great man's honor! But you seem to have no respect for your history at all!"

In the face of Spencer's passionate declaration, Percy could only make a noncommittal noise of "I guess."

"I don't know what to tell you, Spencer. I don't remember where I was built, and I also don't remember who designed me. All my life, I've worked, and worked, and worked some more. I have no idea what my history is, and even Sir Topham hasn't been able to puzzle it out."

The very idea of Percy's "obscure antecedents" was enough to make Spencer's face pucker in on itself, as though he'd swallowed a lemon. "Do you mean to tell me," the silver engine finally rasped, "that some little engine of uncertain origin has been tasked with bringing the Duke and Duchess of Boxford their precious cargo?!"

"...Yes?"

"...Ugh." The straightforward answer managed to knock all of the wind out of Spencer's metaphorical sails, prompting a scowl to peek out. "Right, well, seeing as some poor orphan like you couldn't begin to understand, I shall educate you. You see, engines like myself—and, though it pains me to admit it, Gordon—were built to be the best of the best at what we do. Our success is our designer's pride. And so, we mustn't tarnish his legacy by being anything less than exemplary!"

"Huh," came Percy's vastly unimpressed reply. "Well, congratulations, I guess."

This earned the tiny tank engine a rather severe pout from Spencer, who was fast becoming quite displeased that all of his self-aggrandizing was somehow not earning him the desired level of awe. "Listen here, Percy. Everything we are, everything I am, is tied to being a Gresley. I must prove that I am worthy to stand among them! Gordon is the First. Scotsman is Beloved. Mallard is the Fastest. So many other members of our family have earned prestige, and I... well."

At this, a rare spark of hesitation flashed across Spencer's face, but it was quickly buried beneath a smug smile. "I am still in the process of building my fame, but I've no doubt that I will do so, and take my own place in the annals of railway history."

Percy didn't immediately respond, but instead blinked owlishly at Spencer, as though trying to peer through the illusion of pride that Spencer so often projected. "But... why? Is that really what you want, or just what you think you should do?"

Spencer blinked once, then twice, his smile slipping from his face as he found that none of his prepared answers were sufficient to answer the question. Of course it was what he wanted; of course he wanted to establish himself as an untouchably glorious member of the vaunted Gresley family. One whose honor could not be questioned. One of the great families who stood above all others who rode the railways of the United Kingdom. That was a given. That was only to be expected. That was...

...

After a long, long moment, the silver engine shifted slightly in place, fixing the little green engine with a weighty gaze. "...The answers are one in the same, Percy. What I want is what all Gresley engines want, which is to contribute to the legacy of our designer, Sir Nigel Gresley, through my great prestige. That is how I will become truly Useful. Everything else is secondary."

Percy's brow furrowed in response, seemingly dissatisfied by the answer. "Ugh, I don't understand you! You're so selfish, but not even for yourself! It's all for the memory of your dead designer and a family legacy that nobody except for you Gresleys cares about anymore!"

Spencer couldn't look away from Percy as he spoke, stuck between wanting to take massive offense at his words, yet utterly unable to refute him. At Spencer's silence, Percy continued, clearly not finished with his thought.

"I may not have some family or railway legacy, but that just means I have to be really Useful through my own work and my own merit! Heck, that's true of any engine! If you think nothing matters except for approval from some dead guy and the stuffy people who care about stuff like that, then no wonder you're unhappy. I'm sorry for you."

Suddenly, there was a whistle, and Percy's crew started coming back. "Wait!" Spencer called, the sound shaking him from his stupor. "If... if not him, then who? Who am I supposed to get approval from?!"

Percy blinked, then gave the silver engine a look like he was an absolute idiot. "Are you daft? Your crew, your owner, and yourself! Duh!"

With that, the little green engine pulled away from the station, murmuring something (likely derogatory) about "trust fund engines," and Spencer could only watch him go, smokebox swirling with thoughts of what Percy had said. All his existence, he'd had it drilled into him that everything was temporary, but the Legacy was forever. No matter what he did, it was all to serve the Legacy; if scrapped, he'd be a martyr for it, and in life, he would work toward its glory. Working toward the Legacy was how Gresleys cemented their Usefulness.

And yet, here was Percy, poor orphan Percy, who found fulfillment, who fancied himself Useful, simply through the approval of the Controller and his crew. He wasn't beholden to his builder, or his designer, or any sort of legacy; all he had was his present, and yet, he could still smile so genuinely.

For once in his life, Spencer found himself at a loss for words. He'd wondered for years what had changed for Gordon once he'd some to Sodor, but perhaps he too had let go of the weight of the Legacy. Perhaps he too had shed its great burden, and that's why he shined so brightly now.

Quietly, Spencer let his eyes slip shut, savoring the breeze and the warm Sudrian sunshine. His encounter with Percy had given him much to think about, but for now, he would take his rest; something told him that he might not have such inner peace for some time.

[gremlin-girly]

Valentine's Menu

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x f!reader

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, established relationship, petnames (it's Lloyd!! Pumpkin, love, honey, hon., angel, sweetheart)

I don't want to give spoilers so I have skipped a tag!

Not beta'd and I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI Machine.

Summary: Your usually doting boyfriend has been acting strange in the lead up to Valentine's Day and you're prepared for the worst only to find you were worried for nothing.

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Omg. So much for being a drabble. Got a little carried away with this one folks!

Dividers by: @/enchanthings-a

Navigation | Valentine's 2025 | Lloyd’s Masterlist

Extravagance was something to be expected when being with Lloyd. Nothing was ever done in half measures.

Going out for lunch? You were going to a terrace bar with the best views in whatever city he'd flown you to.

Getting a haircut? Expensive salon with every treatment. Hell, he'd make sure that you had a mani-pedi while you waited.

Anytime you wanted a small update to your wardrobe you were handed his credit card and told to spoil yourself. If you only bought a handful or things, or if Lloyd saw a department store on the receipt, he'd march you and your items back and get you the designer version of the things you'd bought instead.

It hadn't always been like this - but your love and loyalty for him won him over bit by bit and one day a few years prior something just snapped. It was like a light switch had been flicked and Lloyd had changed overnight from a slightly distant lover to a needy boyfriend, who wanted you wearing nothing but the best, eating nothing but the best and making sure you never, ever had to worry about anything ever again.

You loved him immensely, and couldn't complain one smidgen about your queen-like treatment but in the last few weeks seeds of worry had began to sprout.

Lloyd was more stressed than usual. Snappier. He wouldn't speak with you about it, which was unusual, and brushed you off. You were worried he'd gotten sick of you, that he'd woken up and decided that he didn't love you anymore. You kept trying to shake that feeling but it persisted.

Not that you'd ask him for your extra treatments or the designer gifts, he usually just got them for you, but in the last few weeks you recieved nothing - not even a bottle of wine that you'd share with him before bed on a Friday night.

Talk of Valentine's was non-existent; Lloyd would usually brag for days on end about your gift or gifts. But again, silence. You were too scared to bring it up, you didn't want the conversation you had constructed in your head to become a reality.

Lloyd was out all of Valentine's Day.

You'd asked a few of the guards but they all refused to give definitive answers. By the early afternoon, you recieved a single text from Lloyd.

We've got dinner plans at 7:30pm. Wear your red dress.

Tears stung at your eyes. It was silly but you missed him so much and with no hearts or kisses at the end of the texts you were convinced that this was the last Valentine's Day you would have with your boyfriend.

The restaurant was lavish, fanciful and filled with a warm ambience that did nothing to soothe your anxious heart. The food, although moreish and delicious in every sense, still made you feel nauseous. Especially with how Lloyd was poking at his food and his leg was jumping erratically under the table.

Conversation was awkward and muted, by the end of your starter your were on your second glass of wine and by the end of your main you were trying to hold it together, to hold what little pride you had in fact so you wouldn't burst into tears.

Lloyd waved over a server and asked for dessert and champagne, then your table was silent for a few moments before Lloyd spoke again.

"You look beautiful tonight pumpkin."

You blink and peek up at him, smiling fondly at him. Your hands wring themselves in knots in your lap and your heart aches as Lloyd smiles softly back. His eyes don't quite meet yours and you wonder if it's to soften the blow; he wouldn't break up with you on Valentine's Day surely? That's too cruel.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You say lightly. "Dinner was amazing, as always."

Lloyd's leg still bounces as he scoffs. "I know. Sorry I didn't get you a card or anything else - I've been busy."

His brows furrow slightly, as if he's annoyed with himself, and your worry mixes with confusion. Why would he be mad about that if he was going to break up with you?

"'S alright." You shrug, sipping at your wine, feigning nonchalance. He hadn't even opened the card you'd gotten him, the one you'd left on the dresser the night before. "I know work's been a lot recently."

Lloyd hums distantly and checks over his shoulder, fingers strumming on the table. You don't remember ever seeing him so anxious.

"Hon, what's going-"

"Dessert's here!" He interrupts, sitting a little straighter in his chair. He empties the last of his wine down his throat and your eyebrows raise; he'd never been like this before.

You thank the server as he sets the dessert in front of you and you can feel Lloyd's piercing gaze on you as you look down at your dessert. It's extravagant, as expected; a white chocolate mousse with a passionfruit centre, layered on top of a cheesecake base and smothered in white chocolate dusted with edible gold glitter and purple violets. You're about to take a fork to it, when you notice a gleam of a purple gem between two of the flowers.

You blink in confusion and glance up at Lloyd whose sat like a statue, watching your plate with his hand across his mouth as if he's stopping himself from blurting something. You look back at your plate. Your mind is empty, all worries and thoughts evaporated to nothing.

Gently, you use the prongs of the dessert fork to peel the violets away, revealing the gem that had winked at you and the cluster of small gems beside it, encircling a gold ring.

You've forgotten how to breathe. Your eyes dart up at Lloyd and he's looking directly at you now, waiting expectantly.

"Lloyd..." Your voice is so quiet you don't recognise it.

"Do you like it?" He blurts the worried expression he'd been wearing for the last few weeks making another guest appearance.

"I... I love it," you gush, heart pounding. Had this been what he was so worried about these past few weeks? He'd bought you jewellery before...

"Oh thank God," Lloyd sighs, visibly relaxing in his seat, grinning ear to ear.

"Lloyd." You start again and his head snaps up.

"Oh right." Lloyd plucks the ring from your dessert as he stands, straightening his shirt and brushing his slacks before sliding down onto one knee before you.

"My love, would you-"

"Yes!" You blurt, too excited, too elated, to let him finish. All of the evasiveness of the last few weeks, all of the snippiness... all of it was a small price to pay for such a beautiful proposal.

"I haven't even asked the question." Lloyd clicks his tongue at you but he's giving you a wide toothy grin that tells you he doesn't give a damn about actually asking the question, since you've said yes so eagerly.

Slipping the ring onto your left ring finger, Lloyd kisses your hand softly, moustache bristling against your skin. You didn't even notice the tears of joy running down your face until Lloyd brushes them away when he stands to kiss you.

"I love you so much angel," He murmurs, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day."

You were right about one thing; it would be your last Valentine's Day with your boyfriend. However, it would be the first with your fiancé.

End

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-🌮annon

You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable

i didn't really go into detail about the whole murder part, more so the aftermath so no worries :D i hope you enjoy

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including mentions of murder, delusional behaviors, implied being held against will, psychological bullying, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti would use this to his advantage, helping you dispose of the body and discard all the evidence. This is how he keeps you tied to him, by saying he’ll expose your secret to everyone with no shame. 

He didn’t care how you felt about him, now there was really no leaving him. He had helped you get rid of a body after you accidentally murdered someone, there’s no coming back after that. You can’t even blame him for it because he made sure he that he left no traces behind, but your dna was under the nails of the attacker, your fingerprints were on the murder weapon that he conveniently forgot to burn, and you were the last one seen with the deceased. If anything, the second you act out of line he’s threatening to expose you to everyone. He’d never actually do it, but he’s very good at making you think he will.

Yandere!Zhongli would simply sigh in frustration. Of course he’s more than willing to help cover up your crime, after all he doesn’t wish to see his beloved rotting away in a cell. He never lets you live it down though, using the haunting memory of it to constantly beat you down mentally.

“Don’t go acting all innocent now, you’ve already killed a man, breaking a vase should feel like nothing to you. You’re a murderer after all.” Zhongli’s smile was pleasant and gentle looking, but his tone was anything but. He stood over you as you knelt on the floor, weeping over his reaction to you breaking a prized vase of his. Of course he had expected you to accidentally break it at some point, having replaced all his original artworks with replicas, but he had still found joy in bringing up your haunting little secret every chance he got.

Yandere!Raiden would do nothing personally. She’d instruct some of her faithful servants to handle it, keeping you locked inside Tenshukaku with her for a while. She doesn’t bring it up, but you can tell with the way she looks at you, that she’s upset with you.

Another silent meal, another long hour spent awkwardly eating your food as she sat across the table from you staring you down unblinkingly. It wasn’t that she stared at you, it was something you had actually grown rather used to, but the way she stared at you. Like a mother catching their child sneaking desserts before dinner or a father catching his son playing with his tools. That look of sheer disapproval. You didn’t know how much longer you could stand it.

Yandere!Furina is conflicted. On one hand, she doesn’t want her citizens to think she favors you above justice, but on the other, she knows you’ll be deemed guilty and locked up and she simply can’t bear to be without you. So she calls for a private hearing and keeps the case under tight surveillance. Of course, the family of the victim has no idea that the whole trial is fake, has no idea that the way you cry as you're dragged out of the courtroom to an awaiting prison is all an act, one very carefully constructed by Furina and her closest confidant, Neuvillette. 

Furina feigns heartbreak as she watches you get hauled out of the courtroom. She’s decided to overrule your sentencing and punish you herself in your shared home. In the basement of the lavish manor she had a special cell prepared for you, where you would fulfill your shortened sentence. This is so that you understand the severity of your crimes without her having to give up her time with you. Furina doesn’t think you deserve to spend any time behind bars, considering it was an accident, but she’s the Archon of Justice and the family of the deceased demanded something be done.

[doodle-pops]

House of Fingolfin | Spending Winter with Their S/O

Request: Hey! *waves* Can I ask you about how you think the house of Fingolfin (Fingolfin included) would react if the reader got hypothermia and nearly died, or did die if you want more angst? If their s/o survives then I can imagine lots of overprotectiveness, ie not letting them outside without dozens of cloaks and scarves. Nor allowing them to go out in winter unsupervised. - Anon

A/N: Surprisingly, I wasn’t feeling the angst vibes to write reader dying (someone check if I’m ill). So I went with the route of reader surviving, and now, every winter, the elves ensure that reader is well-secured and comfortable to remove their fear of the cold.

꒷꒦꒷Fingolfin꒷꒦꒷

Being the wise and compassionate leader he is, FIngolfin ensures that you feel comfortable and warm during the winter months by organising cosy nights by the fireplace, with soft blankets and cushions to keep you warm. Anything to shake that lingering fear away.

Fingolfin would personally attend to you, wrapping you in his own cloak should you feel chilly while holding you close to share his body heat. When he can’t, he will ensure a hearth is set up with hearty meals to keep you energised and well-fed throughout the cold season.

The last thing he wants to hear, is you sneezing or saying that you feel ill, he’ll spend hours cuddling under thick blankets by the fire while enjoying hot cups of tea. He would also have woollen socks and scarves made for you to wear.

Being a romantic at heart, he will find the time to dance with you, wrapping a blanket around you both to keep you closer as you dance, shutting out the creeping coldness.

Plus, he knows a few songs he can sing to ease the chill, so you’ll get the opportunity to listen to his beautiful, deep voice as he softly sings a few tunes. And if you’re lucky, you might convince him to construct a few blanket forts to bring in additional warmth.

꒷꒦꒷Fingon꒷꒦꒷

Fingon dotes on you heavily during the winter, ensuring that you are always snug and warm. He would surprise you with hand-knitted mittens and scarves that were imbued with magic to keep you warm.

As an excellent cook who enjoys preparing hearty meals, he uses this moment to display his chef’s abilities to cook up a storm of nutritional foods to ensure that you aren’t starving or underfed. Plus, his cooking and baking help to fill your home with the rich aroma of hearty food and spices to remove any lingering fear of the cold.

You also get his talented musician skills as he always carries his trusty harp to serenade you and take away the chill from your bones, replacing it with comfort and security as you cuddle by the fire.

On days when the snow isn’t falling, nor is the wind howling, he’ll take you outside, but not too far to enjoy some snow and build a few snowmen or engage in a light snowball fight before informing you that it’s time to head indoors.

Did I mention that he’s a massive cuddle bug? During winters, you have given him the blessed opportunity to give you multiple heat strokes out of love, since he’s a walking heater, whenever he cuddles you under all the blankets.

꒷꒦꒷Turgon꒷꒦꒷

Turgon would utilise his wealth and power as King of Gondolin to construct something extremely lavish like a greenhouse just for you to spend your time during winter or host a feast, so the halls are filled with festivities to deter your mind from the harshness of the cold.

He would also fill your room with luxurious furs and a well-constructed fireplace to ensure enough warmth is available. At times when he isn’t in a meeting, he will find and whisk you away to cuddle in his chambers.

Depending on the snowfall, he would still spare the chance of allowing you to comfortably roam around outside in the snow, so long as it isn’t a blizzard. However, you will be wearing like fifty fur coats.

Sleigh rides through the snow-covered streets of Gondolin while you’re snuggly nestled under his arm the entire time. Dancing under the street lamps in the light snowfall before returning indoors for hot chocolate.

Similar to his brother, he would commission garments or a magical imbued cloak to keep you warm and comfortable during your winter.

꒷꒦꒷Argon꒷꒦꒷

Blankets, blankets, blankets and more blankets. Oh, and a pillow and blanket fort are being constructed for both of your interests. Knowing his playful approach to life, he would treat this situation with fun to distract you.

Despite how tall and long his body is, Argon would find all sorts of indoor games to play with you, like hide-and-seek or catch. It’s alright if a few vases are broken, it’s all for a good cause.

Don’t forget the food. Argon is a heavy eater, so he’ll engage in food competition to see who will finish meals the quickest or eat the most. Anything to ensure that you’re eating and stocking up on energy during the chilly period.

Drapes his entire long and heavy, limp body all over yours. Similar to his eldest brother, a walking heater who will give you a heat stroke under all those blankets—you probably don’t require a blanket when he exists.

Even though he wants you to stay out of the cold, he still doesn’t want you to miss out on the beauty of winter. So, he’ll have a portion of the house constructed with glass so you can sit and watch the snowfall or the animals passing by.

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[purplesoulcollection]

How he show his love

Lloyd Frontera is a man who carefully considers the potential gains from every challenge he encounters, even if the issue originates with him. He not only resolves these problems but often creates new ones in the process.

To those who meet him for the first time, he can seem quite unpredictable, especially if they don’t see him often. However, beneath a facade that might suggest a devilish nature when it comes to scheming.

Lloyd possesses a caring side that is known only to his closest friends and family. And here's the list for his way of loving (Not a spoiler because i didn't seeing the novel)

I like to think that Lloyd love language is giving a present for us.

He dreams of being a wealthy slacker, someone with plenty of money to splurge on lavish gifts for us. He believes that anything less than extravagant just won't do. (In Korea, he feels limited in his ability to buy nice things, so he channels that frustration in another world.)

He's not really the kind of person who openly expresses his love for us. Sometimes, he even embellishes the truth a bit.

He tends to claim that we love him the most, while Lloyd acts all high and mighty, pretending to love us just because it's expected of him. He's not 100% telling the truth.

When it comes to expressing genuine feelings, he often struggles to find the right words and ends up rambling something opposites from what he want to say. He’s not used to being completely vulnerable, and his past experiences have made him wary of that. He was afraid of losing someone he loved again, like his parents

As time passes, Lloyd's love for us continues to grow stronger. He will become bolder in sharing his feelings and will openly acknowledge that he loves us the most. Plus, he'll plan delightful surprises to bring us joy. like make some future home in advance (Poor Javier who has to work hard to keep up with Lloyd's crazy ideas.)

But i think he's also little bit quality time and physical touch person. But he only doing that when he's not having any work to do and not being distracted.

When the construction begin, he will so busy and choose to shut himself away and make us worry about him.

As Lloyd's partner, we must at least be patient enough to accompany him in silence and remind him periodically that he needs rest and food too…

Lloyd might be feeling frustrated with our suggestions, a bit angry and annoyed. However, he wouldn’t trade our concern for a breakup; he understands that we care about him too.

Since his parents passed away, there’s no one to remind him to take breaks while working on his architectural projects. This often leaves him feeling lonely after he finishes his work, missing the moments when his mother would encourage him to take a break for a warm meal, or when his father would urge him to get some rest instead of staying up too late.

Despite his irritation, experiencing the attention he has missed for so long brings him a sense of happiness deep down, even if he would never openly express it to us. We have to be the one to find it through his behavior.

Lloyd has a knack for spotting his opponent's weaknesses and using them to his advantage, but sadly, that keen perception doesn't extend to his partner.

Having never had a partner before, Lloyd lacks the sensitivity and experience that comes with such a relationship. Understanding his partner's feelings is much more challenging for him than it is with others.

Whether his partner is feeling angry, annoyed, or disappointed, Lloyd struggles to provide what they need.

When he finds himself puzzled by his partner's actions, he often turns to Javier for advice. However, since Javier is just as clueless as him, the biggest possibility is they both end up being more confused than before.

He likes to tease us too (no one can escape that) but he wouldn't like it if someone else did it to us, it's his privilage.

Jealous? Despite he being a scammer, when he's jealous it will show in his face for like 5 seconds before he could control himself and managed to drive away the person who made him jealous by sarcastically condescending with his annoyed face.

Please don't make a situation when javier have to choose either lloyd or us in the danger. Whatever choice he choose he and lloyd will regret that.

If Javier chooses us, Lloyd will feel depressed and deem it unimportant to let him die and Javier will feel guilty in his heart for ignoring the person he swore to protect with his life.

But if Javier saves Lloyd, Lloyd will be sad because Javier thinks we are not important and Javier will feel guilty because he couldn't save the person his master loves.

For PDA, I think he will either be so bold to do it or he being considerate, i will lean on the second.

The first choice is in line with his usual nature, but since when someone in love can be in his usual nature? so the second. Even if he's from korea where the guys aren't really the romantic type, especially when it comes to women.

However, Lloyd stands out by treating us with genuine care and affection. He goes out of his way to help us with things that are tough to manage, takes care of us when we're feeling under the weather, and when we're upset, he keeps his feelings in check to avoid causing us any more pain.

Lloyd can't stand the thought of making someone he loves feel sad. He finds it hard to cope with others' sadness because his own life has its challenges.

He also understands that he has a stronger emotional foundation, and he recognizes that his partner may be more vulnerable, so he chooses to remain calm and gentle, no matter how frustrated he might feel.

But you could say that when it comes to sexual matters, Lloyd is quite naughty, this time his face is the same as his heart. I'm sure that we will be tricked into having a sexual scene that can satisfy him. (bless whoever being not so lucky) ref from one headcanon someone made about lloyd.

His design ring for his lover is probably the most simple within all his gift. because in the past he was not rich at all, so at least the thing that could get him the approval of his deceased parents was a simple ring like his parents' rings, which, even though it looked plain, was the most beautiful piece of jewelry that Lloyd knew.

His wedding is the biggest to show off while making everyone happy with a big party and exciting food and entertainment. Frontera family would make it a huge scene.

He's so happy to get a perfect lover for him.

The End

[a-the-human]

An Aroace Guide to Rejecting Potential Suitors this Valentine’s Day!

- Calmly and politely explain that you experience neither romantic nor sexual attraction!

- You already have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Sorry.

- Explain that romance is a construct made up by Big Chocolate to sell more candies!

- Odysseus

- Tell them they have to fund your lavish expenses first! (If they say yes. See above.)

- Immediately go into a borderline comatose state to avoid the conversation.

- Sob, loudly!

- “I’m sorry, I’m already in a relationship with your mom (or dad).” (Not Recommended)

- Bring up religion AND politics, and if that doesn’t work, DEI!

- Walk away, completely silent.

- Ask them if they’re with the Tax Collectors. Belligerently insist that, you don’t care WHO they sent to ask, you are NOT PAYING.

- Screech to the mothership that you have found a suitable specimen. Swarm him or her and drag them off to never be seen again.

Having said all that, have a lovely Valentine’s Day, my fellow humans! And everyone who doesn’t fit that mold! 😎❤️👍✨

[kaze-no-yurei]

We are now faced with a massive propaganda alleging Hindu persecution of Buddhism. Let us study one example: the story of alleged Hindu persecution of Buddhism by Pushyamitra, a general in the service of the declining Maurya dynasty, who founded the Sunga dynasty after a coup détat. This story provides the standard secularist refutation of the myth that Hinduism has always been tolerant.

The Marxist historian Gargi Chakravartty writes:

"Another myth has been meticulously promoted with regard to the tolerance of the Hindu rulers. Let us go back to the end of second century B.C. Divyavadana, in a text of about the second-third century A.D., depicts Pushyamitra Shunga as a great persecutor of Buddhists. In a crusading march with a huge army he destroyed stupas, burnt monasteries and killed monks. This stretched up to Shakala, i.e. modern Sialkot, where he announced a reward of 100 gold coins to the person who would bring the head of a Buddhist monk. Even if this is an exaggeration, the acute hostility and tensions between Pushyamitra and the monks cannot be denied."

We need not comment on Chakravartty's misreading of Divyavadana as a person's name rather than a book title. Remark the bias in the assumption that the supposedly undeniable conflict between the king and the monks proves the kings intolerance; for what had been their own contribution to the conflict? There is no good reason why the Buddhist monks should, by contrast, be assumed to be blameless when they came in conflict with a king.

The story is in fact given in two near contemporaneous (2nd century A.D.) Buddhist histories, the Asokavadana and the Divyavadana, the two narratives are almost verbatim the same and very obviously have a common origin. This non-contemporary story (which surfaces more than three centuries after the alleged facts) about Pushyamitra's offering money for the heads of Buddhist monks is rendered improbable by external evidence: the well-attested historical fact that he allowed and patronized the construction of monasteries and Buddhist universities in his domains, as well as the still extant stupa of Sanchi. After Ashoka's lavish sponsorship of Buddhism, it is perfectly possible that Buddhist institutions fell on slightly harder times under the Sungas, but persecution is quite another matter. The famous historian of Buddhism Etienne Lamotte has observed: To judge from the documents, Pushyamitra must be acquitted through lack of proof.

In consulting the source texts a significant literary fact is noticed which has not been seen mentioned in the scholarly literature (e.g. Lamotte, just quoted), and which must put on record. First of all, a look at the critical edition of the Asokavadana (Illustrious Acts of Ashoka) tells a story of its own concerning the idealization of Buddhism in modern India.

This is how Sujit Kumar Mukhopadhyaya, the editor of the Asokavadana, relates this work's testimony about Ashoka doing to a rival sect that very thing of which Pushyamitra is accused later on:

"At that time, an incident occurred which greatly enraged the king. A follower of the Nirgrantha (Mahavira) painted a picture, showing Buddha prostrating himself at the feet of the Nirgrantha. Ashoka ordered all the Ajivikas of Pundravardhana (North Bengal) to be killed. In one day, eighteen thousand Ajivikas lost their lives. A similar kind of incident took place in the town of Pataliputra. A man who painted such a picture was burnt alive with his family. It was announced that whoever would bring to the king the head of a Nirgrantha would be rewarded with a dinara (a gold coin). As a result of this, thousands of Nirgranthas lost their lives. Only when Vitashoka, Ashoka's favourite Arhat (an enlightened monk, a Theravada-Buddhist saint), was mistaken for a Nirgrantha and killed by a man desirous of the reward, did Ashoka revoke the order."

Typically, Mukhopadhyaya refuses to believe his eyes at this demythologization of the secular emperor Ashoka:

"This is one of the best chapters of the text. The subject, the style, the composition, everything here is remarkable. In every shloka there is a poetic touch.( ... ) But the great defect is also to be noticed. Here too Ashoka is described as dreadfully cruel. If the central figure of this story were not a historic personage as great and well-known as Ashoka, we would have nothing to say. To say that Ashoka, whose devotion to all religious sects is unique in the history of humanity (as is well-known through his edicts) persecuted the Jains or the Ajivikas is simply absurd. And why speak of Ashoka alone? There was no Buddhist king anywhere in India who persecuted the Jains or the Ajivikas or any other sect."

Contrary to Mukhopadhyayas confident assertion, there are a few attested cases of Buddhist-Jain conflict. The Mahavamsa says that the Buddhist king Vattagamini in Sri Lanka destroyed a Jain vihara. In the Shravana-Belgola epitaph of Mallishena, the Jain teacher Akalanka says that after a successful debate with Buddhists, he broke a Buddha statue with his own foot. The same (rare, but not non-existent) phenomenon of Buddhist fanaticism can be found outside India: the introduction of Buddhism in Tibet and Mongolia is associated with a forceful suppression of the native Shamanism. In recent decades in Sri Lanka, Buddhist monks have been instrumental in desecrating and demolishing Hindu temples. None of this proves that Buddhist doctrine incites its followers to persecution of non-Buddhists, but neither should anything human be considered alien to Buddhist human beings.

[fidesvirtusobsession]

Azrael - Cult Leader Yandere

Basic Information

Full Name: Azrael (Surname Unknown)

Alias: The Prophet, Shepherd of the Divine, Voice of the Holy One

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Height: 6’4” (193 cm)

Eyes: Piercing gold with a hollow, almost hypnotic gaze

Hair: White with streaks of silver, slightly disheveled but oddly elegant

Build: Lean but strong, an almost ethereal presence that commands attention

Occupation: Cult Leader, self-proclaimed Prophet of the Divine

Affiliation: The Sanctuary of the Chosen, a growing religious cult

Personality Type: Obsessive | Charismatic | Delusional | Manipulative

Background

Azrael was raised in an environment of extreme religious indoctrination and abuse. His childhood was filled with harsh discipline, ritualistic punishments, and a warped sense of divine purpose. His guardians forced him to believe that suffering was necessary for enlightenment, shaping his view that pain and devotion were intertwined.

As a young man, he attempted to escape the strict confines of his upbringing but found himself wandering aimlessly, unable to break free from the mental conditioning drilled into him. He became a drifter, searching for meaning, until one fateful encounter changed everything—he met her.

Meeting Y/N - The Birth of a Religion

Y/N was camping that weekend, enjoying the peaceful escape of nature. On a Sunday afternoon, she decided to go for a hike before heading home. That’s when she stumbled upon him—half-dead, delirious, and on the verge of collapse. As a healthcare worker, her instincts immediately kicked in, and she used her first aid kit to stabilize him.

In Azrael’s delirious mind, she appeared divine—a celestial figure bathed in golden light, saving him before the cold grip of death could claim him. In that moment, his faith was reborn, but not in any god he had once worshiped. No. His faith was in her.

To Y/N, it was just another patient in need—someone suffering from exhaustion, dehydration, and possible infection. She spoke to him in a calm, professional voice, trying to keep him awake. She asked for his name, where he was from, what had happened to him.

But to Azrael, every word she spoke was sacred. Every touch was a divine blessing.

After she ensured he was stable, she arranged for proper medical care, but even after he was discharged, he never forgot her. She had saved him. She was his goddess.

The Formation of the Cult

Azrael disappeared for a while after that—but he wasn’t idle.

He traveled, preached, and began to gather followers—lost souls seeking purpose. He spoke of a divine being who had saved him, someone not of this world, someone who had descended to heal and guide mankind.

His followers were drawn to his magnetic charisma, his hauntingly passionate words, and his unwavering belief in the divine entity he called:

"The One Who Heals."

The Sanctuary of the Chosen was formed—a religious cult dedicated to preparing the world for her arrival.

The Abduction - Y/N Becomes His "Goddess"

Once his following was large enough, Azrael knew what he had to do—bring his goddess home.

He had searched for her tirelessly, learning everything about her life, her routines, her habits. He knew she was kind, too kind, trusting in the goodness of people. He knew that she ran a small health clinic with others, that she was always helping people. But she was wasting her divinity on those who couldn’t understand her true holiness.

On a fateful night, his devoted followers executed the plan.

Y/N was taken from her clinic, spirited away to the heart of the cult’s temple, where she would be worshiped as she deserved.

She awoke in a lavish prison—a beautifully constructed temple with gilded doors, white marble floors, and stained-glass windows depicting her own image.

Azrael greeted her with reverence, kneeling before her as if in the presence of the divine itself.

"You have returned to us, my Goddess. This is where you belong."

Life in the Temple – The Luxurious Prison

Y/N is kept in absolute luxury—anything she could want, except her freedom.

She has a grand bedroom with silken sheets, a wardrobe full of expensive gowns, and access to gourmet meals.

The temple has breathtaking gardens, ornate libraries, and hot springs meant for her “comfort.”

But she is never alone. There are followers everywhere, devoted worshippers ready to obey Azrael’s every command.

Azrael visits her daily, speaking softly, showering her in praise, and ensuring she remains comfortable but contained. If she resists, he is patient—but his followers are not. They fear upsetting their prophet, and in their eyes, she is simply lost, needing to be guided back to enlightenment.

She is free to walk the temple, to bask in the adoration of the followers, to receive offerings—but she may never leave.

Azrael twists the truth in her mind, using his charisma and manipulation to make her question herself.

"Why do you resist, my Goddess? Do you not see how much we love you? How much you are needed?"

His Devotion – The Mind of a Yandere Cult Leader

Azrael is not just a yandere—he is an obsessive zealot, a man who has shaped his entire existence around Y/N.

He worships her, but he also possesses her. She is his goddess, but she is his.

He speaks of love and adoration, but his love is dangerous, suffocating, inescapable.

He sees anyone who tries to "corrupt" her as a blasphemer and will eliminate them without hesitation.

His devotion is a double-edged sword—he would burn the world for her, but he would also burn anyone who defies him.

Threat Level: Extreme

Azrael is not just a threat to Y/N, but to everyone around her. His cult is fanatical, his power growing, and his obsession with Y/N is unshakable.

To him, she is divine.

To her, he is a nightmare she can’t wake up from.

And worst of all?

The world believes she vanished without a trace.

Because Azrael and his cult?

They would die before they ever let her go.

[stargildedskies]

Hi!!!💙☺

May I ask E, M and W for the Smut Headcanon Game? (Obviously for the hot blue man...🤭😁)

Thank you!!! Have a nice day!!!😘

Hi darling! Of course, you may💜

smut headcanon game original post here

Dividers by the lovely @ saradika

Tbh there's really no warnings for this one (except for the obvious lmao), but still MINORS DNI

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

Ooh, for experimenting, Thrawn has already gauged the experimental act as something you're interested in but haven't ever tried. After his duties for the day are finished, he sips a glass of whiskey in his office and studies up on it.

Thrawn wants to know everything about it before even letting on that he knows you're smitten with the concept. At first, he uses that information just to tease. He brings up the concept and watches your face flush with desire as you struggle to hide how much you actually want it.

He just smiles slyly, eager to see where this particular rabbit hole leads you both.

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

Morning sex with Thrawn is lazy and unhurried. He wants to take his time to fully delight in your body and to sate you both for the long day ahead.

He dips beneath the soft, silken sheets to lavish your body with open-mouthed kisses, whispering praise and affection against your soft skin. Thrawn sucks at the particularly sensitive places just enough to leave a faint mark, enough for the two of you to have a memory of this morning for days to come.

I think that he normally has his partner finish multiple times during sex, but that's somewhat counterintuitive to continuing a productive day. His goal isn't to leave you a quivering mess on the bed but to satisfy and satiate you both. He fucks you unhurriedly, relishing in every whimper and moan that falls from your lips.

He's also more vocal in the morning, groaning softly as he sinks into your warm, eager core. His voice is a shade deeper than normal, rough with a potent mixture of sleep and lust as his hands find your hips.

You finish at the same time, and he's even a bit reluctant to leave your warmth. Honestly? Morning cockwarming. It's a thing now.

Eventually, the two of you head to shower before finally beginning the day.

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

Hooooo boy, here we go. Thrawn has absolutely had sex before his wedding and turned it into both an event and a grand gesture of his affection, but he intends for this night to be just over the fucking top.

The implication/cultural expectation that the wedding night is both a symbol of passion and dedication to your partner is not lost on Thrawn. He plans the night for weeks, but I truly think all of his carefully scripted plans are laid aside as soon as he sees his life partner laid out for him on their wedding bed.

It turns into a night of sensual and passionate lovemaking, with both partners taking turns giving/receiving. The carefully constructed plans of the Grand Admiral are laid aside in favor of Thrawn's desires and instincts to shower his partner with affection and need to feel theirs for him in return.

[oddygaul]

Monster Hunter Wilds

Monster Hunter Wilds, I think, is an entry that takes seriously its own identity as an individual work rather than as just another iteration in a long-running series. Some of the changes made are frustrating, while others are so seamless it feels like they should’ve been there all along – but nearly all of them feel like intentional choices made to fit the theme of ‘Wilds’.

You’re exploring unfamiliar territory, so naturally you don’t have a big permanent settlement; instead, you use temporary camps that can be taken down and relocated at a moment’s notice. The Hunter’s Guild isn’t established in this region, so rather than bounty boards and checklists, you decide on hunting targets spur-of-the-moment. There’s no room on the expedition for dead weight, so your handler isn’t just a pencil-pusher; rather, Alma is truly your teammate, and actively participates in your hunt by gathering items, finding tracks, and analyzing new monsters in real-time when you first encounter them. Some of these thematically resonant changes are a bummer; I miss the lavish felyne cooking animations, for example, and I still wish I had some sort of player housing, just to display endemic life. I can see the vision, though, and that takes out a lot of the sting.

I genuinely wonder if this thematic approach for Wilds is the team’s response to one of the common narrative criticisms levied at World: its colonialist overtones. Now, I don’t know that these critiques would’ve even been on Capcom’s radar; this was certainly a topic that came up in critical appraisal rather than from the fanbase*. Still, looking at the end result, it’s hard to imagine a more direct refutation. As mentioned before, the Guild works out of a series of temporary camps rather than constructing grandiose, permanent housing. The Guild actually works alongside the indigenous societies living in the Forbidden Lands, heeding their local traditions and asking for their advice rather than ignoring or dismissing them. Nata, who is native to the Forbidden Lands, is one of the game’s main characters, meaning Avis Unit actually has indigenous representation. Alma essentially acts as a cultural interpreter for much of the game, making sure the Guild doesn’t step on anyone’s toes and attempting to bridge any gaps in understanding. Hell, it’s even the little things – look at the way your hunter now does catch & release with the big insects, rather than just stuffing the whole bug into their bag.

Maybe a coincidence, but it really lines up.

*Personally, for example, I really couldn’t bring myself to care much. Yes, calling it ‘the New World’ is as blatant as it gets, and the story’s message of conservation is almost comically at odds with the unrepentant devastation the player inflicts upon the local population of flora and fauna… but look, we have motherfuckers like Civilization out here that are unabashedly, textually about colonizing, enslaving, and growing an empire, using real-world places, cultures, & atrocities as set dressing. You expect me to get mad about Hit Dinosaur With Big Sword Game?

Anyway, the game is great, of course. The new monsters are sick as hell – we have some top tier designs like Uth Duna and Rey Dau, and on top of that we’re finally getting some cephalopods?? Let’s fucking go. The new areas are gorgeous, too. I was initially a bit disappointed that nothing’s as out-there and alien as the Coral Highlands, but once you start seeing each area in all its different seasonal varieties, heaps of subtle design and ecological choices start to shine through – plus, I love getting to ride my very own feathered dinosaur around them. The story, while ultimately still forgettable, takes a huge leap forward in presentation, with some cutscenes featuring presentation and acting reminiscent of Devil May Cry V’s goofier moments.

All of my favorite weapons have plenty of new moves and tech that round out their movesets, while still feeling natural (as compared to previous wirebug / clutch claw additions). Focus Mode feels a bit overpowered to me, but I might just be scared of how many attacks I’ll whiff when I return to any older game. Finally, the animation is absolutely superb. This feels like the actualization of a goal that started with World to show the player interacting with the world seamlessly, and here that goal is truly realized with an absolute bevy of bespoke animations for each little action, with truly seamless blending between different actions on different terrains.

[6arnes]

this place a vacant sanctuary, inhabited only by those who chose silence in a world of noise. where green was lavish and as far as the eye could see and where root and flower persisted as nature intended. and however beautiful being out here wasn't for the weak, alone with your thoughts, separated from reality and communication, not a choice many would make. so to see another being was unforeseen, unpredicted and raised suspicion. once may have been a coincidence, perhaps twice but this was becoming a habit two strangers crossing paths in the middle of nowhere, specifically his nowhere and this time it triggered a reaction. before now silence had been his approach, a distance respected and with no alarm raised by a canine companion, what did he have to fear? they sensed danger right? evidently not a threat by the way sarge had thrown himself onto his back, exposing his front and impatiently waiting for a bellyrub.

" you know, i'm starting to think you're just dropping by for my dog. " he doesn't want to startle, doesn't want to cross a boundary he'd seemingly self constructed in the silence, and yet there was a trait no rehabilitation could resolve, a mouth that ran away before his brain could catch up. " i like belly rubs too and i'm a big fan of those cherry muffins from mel's if you ever wanna bring one of those by for me too. " @toprey

[copaceticjillybean]

An [offering] had been made to Jillian, although apparently she hadn't been present at the same.

She found a simple cardboard box (one that somehow appeared expensive!) containing a lavish ballroom dress. "Worthy of a Princess!" the letter left by the Royal Tailor claimed. Parak was a liar – a habitual one – but clothing seemed to be the one exception to that pathological behavior. To call it beautiful would be a terrible misuse of that very word. The silk was pristine, the embroidered songbirds a work of art, the lacework divine. A keen eye might even notice that a few of those birds were parakeets! A bundle of red feathers paired with the dress, which were evidently meant to be worn with the hat. That wasn't finished quite yet.

"But it will be soon!" the letter promised.

Jillian spent a good while looking at the seemingly unassuming (but still somehow expensive-looking!) cardboard box. Unless one was expecting a package, it could be quite dangerous to bring random parcels into the house. But, after nudging it a few times with the handle of her broom, Jillian decided to risk bringing it inside, setting it on her dining room table and making quick work opening it. Yellow eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, as she carefully pulled an absolutely gorgeous dress from the box. Long nailed fingers ran with great care of the pristine silk, tracing the embroidered songbirds. She couldn't help but giggle, realizing just what kind of birds some of them were, a tender smile crossing her lips. She saw the partially finished hat next, holding it out before her to attempt to imagine what it'd look like once it's construction was finished. And while her mind's eye didn't have the same knack for fashionable creativity as Parak, Jillian knew it'd end up being beautiful, to say the least. She waited until the dress and hat had been neatly hung up on a hanger, before properly reading the letter. A bright flush dusted her cheeks, and she found herself rereading the line 'worthy of a princess' several times. Why was her face so warm- it was Parak! Surely it was just a statement made through his confidence in his work (well earned confidence, at that!) Still, she smiled as she folded the letter back up, setting it in a drawer in the kitchen. She then looked at the dress, biting her lip before quickly taking it by the hanger and rushing to her bedroom. Surely she was allowed to try on the dress- it had been sent to her, afterall!

+++ Later, Parak would recieve a text. The picture wasn't framed the best, but it was still clear enough to tell who it was: Jillian, wearing the dress and posing coquettishly in front of the full length mirror of her room. Her smile was simultaneously shy but flirtatious, and her sharp teeth peeked every so slightly from behind her red lips. The message beneath the picture read as such: Not a princess, but this druss surely would be berries enough fer one! Thankya Parakeet!

[doodle-pops]

Eönwë With An Architect Reader

Request: Greatings Mina The Magnificent! If I may... can I please request either a fic or headcannons with Manwe, Eonwe or Irmo (you can pick!) x reader were they are an architect. Have you ever seen the River of Light in London (the Thames) what if their s/o did that in their town or palace area? Do you think they’d like it? Oh! Oh! What if they surprise their Godly lover with it as a gift??? Thanks for taking the time to read and consider! 🙏🏻💙 have a nice day/night! - Anon

A/N: *takes a bow* Hi Hi! I decided to write about him having an architect s/o and you building something for him, a little gift. Enjoy!

·⊰ You were a famous architect under the tutelage of Aüle and known throughout Aman for designing some of the most lavish and outstanding projects. You were also known for participating in the early designs of the city of Tirion and Alqualonde in the earliest years.

·⊰ To say that Eӧnwё was not ecstatic to have you as a partner was a lie. He was always found hovering and touching all your gadgets in your study anytime he came by while you were working.

·⊰ Most of his favourite times are when you were constructing miniature models of your latest project, commissioned by one of the great Lords or High Kings, and he would come along to act as your little helper.

·⊰ Handing you your chisel and hammer, moulding clay, and even participating in painting the buildings and structures. The only thing he wouldn’t do would be carve or place the pieces together properly.

·⊰ Eӧnwё assumed it would be child’s play when he watched as you stuck the pieces of wood together and attempted to copy. Let’s just say that it was more difficult than he expected (he glued the wrong pieces together and left out important foundations).

·⊰ After realising that he wasn’t great with building, he stuck to painting the structures and handing you all your tools while sitting back and observing you work. Expect lots of questions, like ‘what got you into this?’ or ‘how did you know you wanted to be an architect?’.

·⊰ Eӧnwё does enjoy visiting you on the construction sites while you're working. He uses his ability to fly to take you on aerial tours so you can view your creation from above. In fact, he does this a lot for all of your creations, wanting to show you the view he has of your masterpieces.

·⊰ Know that he’s you’re number one hype man/maia. Even if there was another architect who was proving to be better than you, in his eyes, you were the best and no one could outshine your brilliance. He even boasts to his fellow Maiar about your skills. If you have an opening for a new project, he’ll invite his friends and others to support you.

·⊰ During his many years of courtship, he has picked up many new skills even if he wasn’t great in the beginning with them. Soon, he’ll be building models with you and not mismatching the pieces, even giving you innovative ideas for new projects.

·⊰ As his lover, Eӧnwё wasn’t aware of the benefits of dating an architect when he came to visit you one day for a date, and you instructed him to take you elsewhere. During your courtship, you had designed a fancy getaway cabin and garden for you both (mostly him).

·⊰ He’ll ask you to take him on a tour around the area and show him all the specialities you added to the design because you always have something extra up your sleeves. When you show him the lights and decorations you’ve added, Eӧnwё is beaming, and you can see it in his puffed-up feathers.

·⊰ He couldn’t believe that you would do something so wonderful and extraordinary for him. Know that he will make use of your gift and bring you along when he wasn’t alone time. You even built him a pool so he could wash his wings whenever he needed to preen, and you must help him.

·⊰ There would be lights running along a stream that leads into the pool where he'd clean off. He would choose to preen at night or take a wash off so he could witness the colourful lights and then get lost in them, forgetting his bath.

·⊰ Sometimes during the colour-changing show, you would see his feather ruffled and puffed up in a more relaxing manner while he's busy gazing at the lights. He looks like those cats staring at pretty lights.

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