#cy the wisp

[sapphanimates]

had a very busy day, so here's some alacrity stuff i finished in class!

[transfire]

william o. wisp whisperer of the wisps

[marvelmaniac2000]

Sugar Plum Love

  Summary: You and Edward have been roommates for a while and you love everything he has done for you. Recently you have broken up with your long term boyfriend, and he couldn’t help seeing you fall apart. 

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Characters: Edward Nashton x fem! Reader (Y/N)

Subject: lots of soft dom, Pure Fluff, romance scenario, Kissing, something very light, mostly cute dialogue, crying, light cursing, MINORS DNI, 18+ ADULTS

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Words: 1.1k

Side notes: (Grammar apologies) I wrote this late at night, but I loved this scenario. So cute... I’ll try to edit it as much as I can heh heh …  But I miss my Eddie munchkin fandom  *sighhh* remember batman II won't be out until 2026 😭

You sat at your kitchen table with a tube of ice cream in your hand and the tv remote in the other. Anything to block out your asshole ex would be great right about now. Most of your ice cream began to melt a little from you constantly mixing it in circular motions.  Your phone vibrates from an unknown caller. The message came through from a different number from her ex. Without rolling your eyes you answer.

“What?” you scold.

“We aren’t together anymore, right?” you rolled your eyes holding your phone.

 “I said I was sorry for cheating ok? Come on everything we've been through? Give me another chance, babe pleasee” he didn’t sound genuine at all. You sigh a big relief and give a blank “No” before landing your device beside you.  You exhaled a bit before a wisp of despair rushed over you.

“Don’t cy, don’t cry” you whisper before little tears welled up in the corner of your eyes. You hear a click of a door and wipe your cheeks clean. 

“Oh hey Eddie you’re back early” you tried to hide your pink cheeks from him.  “Um no not really, I always come back here around this time.”

“Wow (Y/N) what happened to you?” Are you ok? Why are your cheeks so red (Y/N)?” Eddie sat his backpack down before coming over to you.   

"No don’t worry about me Ed I’m ok I just needed some time to think that’s all” you begin to cry even more. Eddie already knew who did this to you. It was that asshole ex of yours always taking you for granted. He had noticed this has been going on for a while now and couldn’t stand him at all. Ever single ounce of his being wanted to mash that guy into a million different pieces if he could. He didn’t deserve you at all. Every phone call or text you would send  goes unnoticed or unanswered for hours even days before getting a reply. It was bound to happen that you both were going to break up anyhow. Why would Edward pray upon the downfall of his lover? He only wanted to see you happy too, but.. With him. So he just stuck it out until eventually you came crawling back to him. Eddie pushed his glasses up and slowly placed your soft head against his chest. He softly stroked the crown of your hair while shushing you. You bury your face in his heavy sweater inhaling in his scent. If anyone else was there for you it was always him. The only common guy who made sense in all of this mess.

“Don’t cry sweetheart” Eddie whispered. Anger boiled inside of him. Edward of course couldn’t let this slide, or go under the radar. But somehow he needed to figure out what he could do to stop his little precious girl from crying. He’ll take care of him later.  You close your eyes and listen to his sweet hums.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like this” you look up at him. “No no no don’t bother” Edward cusped your cheeks together. He wiped a tear away before sitting in the chair next to you. Your smooth soft hair felt so delicate to his touch. It smelled like beautiful coconut shells and lavender.

“(Y/N)” Edward softly pulled a curl around your face. “Mmm?” you moaned. “Um.. You know what I’m about to say right?”

“What exactly?” you questioned.

“You deserve someone better than him.”  “Yea I know” you whispered.

“So why put up with it? You’re so smart, kind, and beautiful and funny”  

 “Well I thought he was the one, He was everything I thought I needed in a guy. But hey I guess that proved me wrong.” There was a silent pause before you continued. Edward looked down for a moment and wondered what else he could do to make you feel better. “You know something Eddie?” You smirked and bit your lower lip.

“Yea?” he looked into your eyes so innocently. “I think the guy I needed in my life was someone like you” you giggle a bit.

“Really?” his pulse began to race wondering what was happening.  

 “I-I think you’re just telling me that” he stuttered. “Eddie, you've been with me through a lot of things, and I can’t imagine living here without you. You’ve made my life so much easier. All the late night dinners, laundry and car rides you’ve arranged for me.” You hold his cheek in your hand and turn his beautiful eyes toward you.

“Don’t you think so?” “I think we both share love for each other more than we realized.    

 “I agree" You locked eyes with him and leaned in to kiss his lips. Edward's heart races even harder feeling this intimacy he’s never felt before. This wasn’t Edward’s first time kissing a girl since he’s had other hookers in the past but with you he felt an immense fire and spark he’s been dying to feel between you both.  Eddie sucked your bottom lip to gain more access to your luscious lips. You moan even more not realizing how dominant he could be. Eddie pecked both of your hot cheeks and held your delicate hands into his. He rubbed your fingers massaging any knots that stressed his lover out.   

“For now on and always, I’ll be the one by your side (Y/N)”. You chuckled a bit.

“Now I’m crying from happiness” you teased. Eddie grinned and grazed your chin.

“That’s how it always should be sugar plum”  

“I say we forget that loser and let me take care of you mm?” Edward wiped another tear from across your face.

“Are you sure about it? I’m a grown woman I can take ca-” Eddie stopped you mid sentence.   “Don’t worry about it baby, I got you” Eddie pecked lips. “For now let’s go get some rest” Eddie pulled you by your hand and guided you to your bedroom.  

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[fic] A Victorious Conquest

A Victorious Conquest

Ikemen Vampire | Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader | G | 499 words ao3 link (later)

You're alone in a pub, and a gorgeous man approaches you.

A/N: Another one for @cy-inky's one week challenge! This time the prompt is "Gosh, you are so beautiful." It's a detective AU; dunno whether this is modern setting or canon setting though, you decide! :D

Divider by @/saradika.

The dim lighting of the pub invites mystery and danger, and you're used to the cozy glow of coffee shops and libraries, where there is less noise, just soft murmurs enclosed in each table. The barman slams the mug in front of you, the beer sloshing inside, almost spilling, and you snatch your arms away from the counter. When it settles, you place your arms back, one hand tracing the mug handle, lost in thought.

Behind you: raucous conversations and ribald singing that have you chuckling to yourself with the absolute knowledge that you're out of place. To commemorate, you lift your mug and down your beer in one long gulp.

A body sidles up to your right, perching on a stool next to you.

“A gorgeous lady like you drinking like that ...” a flirty, masculine voice begins, “it catches attention, you know?”

The beer is half empty when you put it back on the table. In your periphery: crystal teal hair wisping around a fist against a cheek. You turn towards the source of the voice.

A beautiful man with a cheeky smile welcomes your sight.

“Whose attention?” you ask.

The man looks around as if gesturing at the entire pub. “What's your purpose coming here?”

“I wanted to meet someone.”

His expression grows intrigued. “Oh? A fantastical night, perhaps?”

You smile faintly. “Something like that.”

“And you're alone right now? How brave.”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“Definitely.” He dips his head closer to yours, as if sharing a secret. When he speaks again, his breath tickles your ear. “Did you know that there have been a string of murders lately? I just worry for a lovely lady alone at a pub in the middle of the night. If you want, I can offer you protection...?”

A tempting offer, really. Amused, you turn your head slightly in his direction, lips an inch away from his. You hear his breath catch. “Gosh, you are so beautiful, you know?” you whisper back. “That's nice of you, truly, but you shouldn't scare somebody with that kind of rumor.”

He leans back, an inchoate grin in place. “It's all true. In fact, I'm a consulting detective for these cases.”

“Oh my.”

“So take my word for it when I say Paris has become dangerous lately. You never know ...” Then his demeanor suddenly shifts, sharpening. Darkening. “Unless you have a reason to remain confident of your safety?”

Ah. The smile that stretches your mouth is now indulgent, and the man narrows his gaze.

“Don't worry, sir—”

“Arthur.”

“Don't worry, Sir Arthur. You needn't concern yourself with me. Now then, it's time for me to leave—” You push yourself off your seat, nodding at him, and go on your way. “Thank you for the warning, Sir Arthur.”

Behind you Arthur calls out, “I never got your name, darling.”

You stop, turn back to him, and smile your most coquettish smile.

“Ah, yes. You may call me Lady Moriarty.”

[losergendered]

ID: a set of 26 images in 13 pairs. each has one image of the listed trolls character, with a white outline in front of their corresponding flags, and a second image which is a blank flag splice. END ID

Cooper from Trolls is an intersex, trismascfluid, sweetnsillygender, honkquotic, rollercadic, bowarmballoonic, ravefelic, axenica masculine, goofyfluid, funbodiment, balloongender, confettilexic, genderbouffon, weirdkidpartyic, dinorainbimigic, gofenian, clownfool, praesboy, panqueer violenatian who uses any pronouns, but prefers masculine, neutral, feminine, clown, fun, jester, sound, & emoji related pronouns/neopronouns! Cie only feels platonic and familial attraction! Sil has autism, ADHD and is a maladaptive daydreamer!

Prince D is a transambitidal, rosgenderfaun, abinary, nonbinaryboyflux, agender transmasc, pomboy, nioyqueer, hiphopic, urbancoric, coolbodiment, chillbodiment, lofihiphopic, vintirapmusica, heybbsongic, dontwanfallovica, zodiackillica, nasmoralesica, doomsdayica, meandyourmamica, canikickica, futurefunkic, chillbodiment, tminarluec, glowystaric, neonarcadix, darkneongender, nexelic dalaen who uses hi/hem, they/them, h☆/h☆m, neon/neons, wit/wits, vibe/vibes, hip/hop, xe/xem, and cy/cyb pronouns! H☆ has autism, chronic fatigue, and narcolepsy!

Prince D & Cooper are twin siblings!

Satin is a queerfeminine, rosenion, marisundyethe, doveoospilaholoec, confettilotusemojic, foxjamfloralac, bisexual femme lesbian troll! Shi uses feminine pronouns! Fae’s in a QPR with Ripley Wisp!

Chenille is a futchfluid, selefutch, cenisolar, genderfaeren, cloudsunraina, regapphinoic, rainottalunaquic, glassmilaric, m-spec neptunic, enbisapph, gaigirl fingirlboy troll who uses mae/mer and ala/alum pronouns! Mae have HPD & NPD, and are in a soft romo relationship with DJ Suki!

They are twins, and both have ADHD!

DJ Suki is a casualic, fem 2 masc, girlbutch, azurboygirlvs, anonbinary, rejectionarian, fluidflux, transmasquasifem, gnc woman/non-binary evenic, vivesse, invivapostribus, notteskatic, lazybodiment, marvlaen, futurefunkroic, nu-discoroic, daisygender, chillpillpoeic vesbian! Dj uses he/him, she/her, they/them, bee/boop, dai/daisy, & xyz/xyzs, 🎧/📻/🎤self, nameself, and no pronouns! Dai are in a soft romo relationship with Chenille!

Biggie is a high futch, helifemme, femspecere, autigender, translotus, sillynerd, lovecatian, vanillafettiageric, cutesieaesic, breadcakena, caliadorcakic, lumisoul, veldifemascyne, rosbian, auroraskycoric, pluskysafstar, kidcolovic, starrycottorica, dorlunaesic, goldlihydrian beartwink who uses they/them, zhe/zhim, nya/nyas :3/:3, co/coz, waf/waffle, pie/pies, maca/ron, bub/ble, pitter/patter, and eep/eeps pronouns! Bub is hyperverbal, hyperempathetic, and has GAD; Mr Dinkles is his emotional support worm!

Mr Dinkles is a xenoutherine, rainbowputtyic, shinyic, semi verbal worm who uses he/him, it/its, and all other pronouns except she/her!

Smidge is a sportyaesic, cute presenting, peach femme, transambilunar, rageroomic, irasteelkic, sharpsolikarmic, anler, genderklok, angerity, breakstuffsongic, ragefiric, chompgender, carnibunnic, BPDragender, tinydangimal, boomexplosik, angrybungender, sunnystormic, starfreak, rostrirl, turigirl pitbull who has BPD, erotomania, & IED! She is dating Harper, her FP!

Harper is a bigenderdox, findyne, condisstrange, extrogender, vanillafunfettic, owlstarindic, brightcanvasic, paintenfemasc, willofairylunen, neurocolour, y2khypopstalgic, bowmojimothric, cmykartic, rainbowgender, glostrabrightic, gendercaprio, anlovecorin, autiquoifem, clarconflux troll who uses sh!!/h!!r, !!t/!!ts, th!!y/th!!m, ao/aos, viv/vivid, doll/dolls, laugh/laughs, tri/trick, yip/yips, jest/jests, splish/splosh, mrrp/mrrps, paint/paints, 🎨/🖌️/🎭/🗣️/🌟/🔆/🌈/💮self pronouns, and she/he auxillary pronouns! !!t has ADHD and is dating Smidge!

Laguna is a acagender, gendermarine, crepumothic, altumerlumin, mermaidaesic, cowajellic, dolphinshrine, seavastia, oceanset, seadraconic, stelluffin, bioluminae, desean, biolumarineic, thalassogender, calmseashellic, sansolramare, astrobyssian, celesealampic, mariluminotte, eelgrassraindeeric, obsessedfreak, femspecere, deepgreenic, interefluid, autiquoirose binaryn’t gal. Sea uses she/her, sea/shell, bleu/bleus, oce/ocean, ae/aqua, co/cor, glub/glup, and other marine-related neopronouns! Co is legally blind and has autism, fluctuating empathy, and social anxiety!

Dante Crescendo is a lindrodox, angelenic, surgitlunica, lacerocodaintic, diviniumgender, luxrauvas, cessgelcorian, fantaroyalia, soldivingela, sofpoetric, empyrealexic, classicalmusica, angellen, seroanus, aeterlum, ferrinaderic, angelcessian, stardustlexic, relatiquin, porcelaineic, angelfluid, cherublexic troll! Hē uses is/eum, ely/elym, fri/frill, shy/hyr, cel/celest, fai/faith, ly/lyre, var/vaeir, hē/hine, & ou/ous, archaeopronouns, and any angel related neopronouns!

Demo is a soft femme malewifepresentic, eternelyn, gentlecoreflux, rerondire, rockfem, punkmasc, hardcoreguyic, radicalexic, fireguitarna, guyromusinwayven, punkcaerus, genderostex, aggrorockvolicboy, popunkmasc, puncomedic, genderdystoxe, pupsleepyic, bugbrownaturic, datesime aroace troll who uses he/him, rock/roll, elec/trick, metal/metals, and bass/bass pronouns! Rock has ADHD!

Ripley Wisp is a butch, velocier, freelekour, parkouaic, motorcyclic sapphic who uses she/her pronouns! She is dating Satin!

For 🌖☄️ anon!

[cythion]

Got a question for each of them. Atul, what's parent life like now with two newborns and a house of three mates? Cy, did you ever want to be anything besides a druid / dancer? Dael, since you are new to dry land, is there anything that you find particularly weird or scary up here on the surface? Anything you wanna explore more of?

Cy lifs his hand. "I'll answer my part of this! I was destined to be a druid. My mother was a druid healer and I showed the ability to shift forms at an early age, much to the chagrin of my father. He did not approve having a cat sneak out of my bedroom window when I was supposed to be studying. He didn't much approve of anything, sadly. If he were a wisp at my doorway, he certainly would not be approving of the dancing or the whoring." "The dancing started because I just needed to be moved by something else. I was hollow and had little will to continue. I might have lost myself in meditation if I had not stumbled into the Pride. At first I had just let the music be my will, take me where it wanted me, move me as it pleased. But after awhile, I began enjoying the pleasure my dancing, my body gave to others and I became more purposefull about it. Now I truly enjoy it and I don't want to stop anytime soon."

[lotusp0nd]

List of Headmates

Ambrosius-he/gold

Bizly-he/faun/fauna

Centross-he/him

Dark-any

Dys-he/it

Elliot-he/it

Ethan-he/they

Grizzly-he/they

Hyacinth-he/they/boo

Koda-any/all

Kris-they/them

Mad/Fynn/Caspian-he/bot

Martín/Paz-he/they/egg

Martyn-he/coral/life/enchant

Matt-he/him

Nathan-they/ze

Ollie-he/him

Protesilaus-he/blade/blood

Sausage-he/wood

Salem/Cy-he/they

Slimecicle-he/goop/slime/sludge

Sneeg-he/him

Skizz-he/him

Tango-they/flame

Tyler-he/fae

Ursa/Celeste-star/they/she/solar

Wilbur-he/ash/chaos

William-he/they/wisp

[hyacinthmenace]

hey psst psst hey- want some pronouns? have mine

{#; red's pronoun master doc}

they/them

he/him

she/her

ae/aer

ze/zer

icar/icarus

thes/theseus

it/its 

📍;; fox neos 🦊

fox/foxes

dagger/dagger's

trick/trick's

rust/rust's 

thorn/thorn's

vix/vixen

fen/fennec

kon/kons

vul/vulpes

vos/voses

kit/kit's

pup/pup's 

yip/yip's [if close]

cub/cub's [if close]

paw/paw's

fur/fur's

arc/arctic 

snow/snows

wi/winter

claw/claw's

bite/bite's

pounce/pounce's

pass/passerine

berry/berry's 

dawn/dusk 

den/den's

burr/burrough

bury/buries

kit/kitsune

click/click's

pop/pops

🦊/🦊s

📍;; fall/nature neos 🍁

fun/fungi

sal/salmon

ri/river

wisp/wisp's

haunt/haunts

will/willow

aut/autumn

pumpkin/pumpkins

rain/rain's

fall/fall's 

leaf/leaf's

candle/candles

hol/hollow

garden/garden's

flower/flower's

lav/lavender

🪻/🪻s

🍁/🍁s

📍;; space neos 💫

sol/solar

cae/caer

lun/lunar

sun/sun's

space/spaces 

cae/caer

star/star's

shine/shine's

astro/astrology 

star/star's

🔆/🔆s

💫/💫s

📍;; light/fire neos 🔥

lan/lantern 

light/light's

ash/ashes

emb/ember

smoke/smoke's

flick/flicker

wick/wicks

hearth/hearthes

🕯/🕯s

📍;; magical neos 🔮

curse/curses

gold/golds

pur/purple

fate/fate's

de/demon

jinx/jinx's

emerald/emerald's

luck/luck's

love/love's

sor/sorrow

card/card's

hex/hexes

ace/ace's

tale/tale's

phan/phantom

7/7s

4/4s

👑/👑s

📍;; flying neos 🪶

cor/corvid

av/avian

wing/winged

feather/feather's 

mag/magpie

beet/beetle

scar/scarab

el/elytra

fly/flight

thun/thunder

storm/storm's

🪶/🪶s

📍;; mechanical neos ⚙

0/1 

whirr/whirrs 

cy/cyber

tick/tock

steam/steams

gear/gears

copp/copper

cog/cogs

goggle/goggles

📍;; feline neos 🐾

cat/cat's

fel/feline

bap/bop

whisker/whiskers

play/playful

purr/purrs

fluff/fluffs

mew/mew's

🐾/🐾s

[project-alacrity-archive]

Master Emerald Zone Masterpost

Present:

Current Designs

Tiara + Honey + Sticks

Amy

Knuckles

Young Shadow

Sonic (Post-Forces)

Tails (Forces)

Trace

Cy and Vera

Various Alacrity Guys (feat. Fang)

Other Artwork

Big + Trace

Trace Backstory Jot (feat. Zero/Infinite + Dire + Fang)

Chaotix Story Jot (feat. Mighty + Knuckles)

Ring of Tails (feat. Tails)

Zess Design Notes

Various Design Update Jot (feat. Espio + Zazz)

Text posts

Trace Lore Notes

Enerjak

Trace Design Notes

Trace's Scars Update

Archie

Universal Lore Dump (+ some other stuff that isn't important)

Shitposts

Trace Adventure

T-Shirt

Tiny Thing

Applesauce

Yippee

The Gang

Tasmanian Devil Strong! (feat. Trace)

Outdated Designs

Red Wisp Sonic + Cyborg Tails

Mighty

Honey

Trace Ver. 1

Trace Ver. 2

Fang

Zone Cop Uniforms (feat. Sonic, Shadow, & Silver)

Rouge

Older Art (feat. Mighty)

Various Character Concepts (feat. Young Shadow + Maria + Rookie + Red Wisp Sonic + Cyborg Tails)

Sonic (Post-Forces)

Wisp Leaders

Team Chaotix + Mighty + Knuckles

Future:

Designs

Adult Tails

Other Artwork

Team Legacy Redesign Jot

Outdated Designs

Team Legacy + Babylon Rogues

[Project Alacrity is a Sonic the Hedgehog fan AU project created by @sapphanimates]

[sapphanimates]

Zeti

Wisps!

[voidtouched-blue]

"Y-Yes? Anything, mi'Lord!" She was quick to answer before he had even finished speaking. Though, her words were more of an eager whisper. Her wrapped and muddied feet shifted under her as she listened with shock written all over her face at his assignment. At first, she froze. Unsure of what she had actually heard, she looked up at him to see that he wasn't playing some sort of game with her. His command was genuine.

I get to choose...! Her heart fluttered in a hesitant concern alongside the gentle warmth of...happiness? His demeanor may not mark him as a kind man, nor how easily he killed men, but his actions had already proven him to be far different from any other lord she'd known in her meager life. She felt truly valued, and not just because of her unique skill with aether. The Branded creature dipped her head again.

"I-" She stuttered, unsure of how to answer.

"I-I'm...a....a name..?" The joy and delight left her nearly speechless.

She needed but a moment to decide. A name had already come to mind, but from a small memory. Some years before she had been discovered by her previous lord of Ash, her master at the time had a gentle soul for a son. It was to her misfortune that her Lord of Ash had murdered the man and his family, but his gentle son was the last person who had granted her kindness. His name was Cyrus, and she would never dare to forget the gentle heart he possessed. He often came back from his adventures around Storm and read books to her when she was still learning her letters.

He may have been dead and gone, but the gift he had given her was almost as deep as the tattooed brand across her eyes. She would take his name. She was set on that. Yet, it wouldn't do for a girl to have a name of a noble's son, let alone a Branded girl. No, she would make it her own.

"I do... your Lordship." She raised her eyes from the floor to meet his. Disregarding the clear lack of entertainment in his voice.

"I-I should like to be called....Cy-ra..." She hesitated, like she was unsure of the sound. "Cyra, ser. If it please you." Her second mention of it was more solid, more confident.

As she settled on her new title, she noticed a wisp of cloth in her peripheral gaze that startled her. She flinched, shifting suddenly to the side as she felt her heartbeat quicken in her chest. The quick shuffle had left her seated on her backside, staring up in surprise at the silver-haired maiden. Cyra hadn't even seen or heard the woman walk up to meet them.

"Ah! My apologies, ma'am. I hadn't heard you approach. Please forgive my reaction." She quickly forced herself to her feet, still struggling to stay upright, but it was her will to do so. She still had so much to prove, not just for herself but for her new lord as well. Barely introduced, and she was still vying for approval.

And so once more he was looking down upon her on her hands and knees. For a long moment he simply watched her, with the sharp eyes that had made many a diplomat or soldier cower away, as if he could run men through with his very gaze.

The nature of her previous "names" did not escape him. Pet - not so different from the leers once directed at his mother. Worm - not so different from the supposed generosity of the other adults who laid eyes on Barnabas as a child. Her masters had at least been honest about their own wretched hearts.

Even so, he grew weary more than empathetic.

This simpering nervousness would not do. Not if she was to reach her true potential. He had all the time in the world to wait, and to observe, but perhaps she would require some initial guidance, as many of his closest warriors had before her.

His mouth curved into a smile, not at all a welcoming one but one of appraisal. Of having a private joke.

"I've changed my mind," he said. "I do have a request for your services. A new name is definitely in order, but I shan't be the one to give it to you. Your first task in this castle, however long it may take, is to choose a name for yourself."

Another test, even as she was knelt on the floor half from her own exhaustion. He truly was a cruel king.

Even so, a maid had appeared, summoned by his own mind. She had a placid young face and long, silver hair. Ready to serve this woman on the floor who had spent her whole life serving instead.

"Have you any ideas?" Barnabas asked, his tone becoming bored. "If not, you can ruminate in your chambers."

[wispisstillverybored67]

Wisp's Beloveds (F/O list! Finally!)

Will be updated as time goes on. Will be clarified as romantic, platonic, familial, or mixed messages. No crushes are filed under here because 99.9% of the time, they just become romantic.

BNA: Brand New Animal: (Sumire Kurokawa)

Michiru Kagemori

Shiro Oogami

Barballet Rosé

Nazuna Hiwatashi

Cookie Run: (Chai Tea Cookie) Clotted Cream

Werewolf

Pumpkin Pie

Twizzly Gummy

Black Lemonade

Cream Unicorn

Cocoa

Herb

Sorbet Shark

Cotton

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Suriko Tomoe/Sayaka)

Aoi Kanzaki

Shinobu Kocho

Zenitsu Agastuma

Giyuu Tomioka

Kamanue

Rui

Mukago

Wakuraba

Rokuro

Enmu

Daki

Gyutaro

Kaigaku

Gyokko

Nakime

Hantengu (Sekido, Urogi, Aizetsu, Karaku and Zohakuten included)

Akaza

Douma

Kokushibo

Danganronpa (Sae Itoi)

Makoto Naegi

Rantaro Amami

Leon Kuwata

Mahiru Koizumi

Kotoko Utsugi

Kyoka Kirigiri

Dr. STONE (Chihiro Hikami)

Minami Hokutozaki

Tsukasa Shishio

Mirai Shishio

Fire Emblem

Nino (Summoner Wisp)

Edelgard von Hresvelg

Silvia

Veronica

Alear

Zelkov

Madeline

Zelestia

Pandreo

Seadall (Caprinta)

Friday Night Funkin' (Otoka Nu Me)

Taki

Ayana

Fullmetal Alchemist (Despair the Melancholic)

Ling Yao

Lust the Lascivious

Greed the Avaricious

Gluttony the Voracious

Envy the Jealous

Wrath the Furious

Sloth the Indolent

Pride the Arrogant

Genshin Impact (Yumishii Orochi)

Lumine

Venti

Sucrose

Chongyun

Yanfei

Mao Xiangling

Kamisato Ayaka

Kamisato Ayato

Naganohara Yoimiya

Dori Sangemah Bay

Pantalone (Flaminia)

Arlecchino

Columbina

Sandrone

Pierro

Focalors/Furina

Hazbin Hotel (Hana Blythe)

Vaggie

Niffty

Charlotte Morningstar

Velvette

Carmilla Carmine

Emily

Sir Pentious

Vento Aureo (Paulla Izza/Billie Jean Ojiro)

Aceto Doppio (listen, I refuse to accept that his first name is straight up Vinegar)

Risotto Nero

Ghiaccio

Melone

Prosciutto

Pesci

Illuso

Formaggio

Sorbet

Gelato

JoJolion (Mitsuki Rokkenjima-Yoshino)

Tōru

Hāto Higashitaka

Yotsuyu Yagiyama

Aishō Dainenjiyama

Tamaki Damo

Urban Guerilla

Kid Icarus Uprising ("Unshakable Ice Queen" Khione)

Pit

Dark Pit

Viridi

Kirby (Klarissa)

Adeleine

Marx

Magolor

Persona

Yuka Ayase

Fuuka Yamagishi (Ai Hidehiko)

Yosuke Hanamura (Reiji Toneido)

Rise Kujikawa

Chie Satonaka

Zen (Nanami Tojo)

Rei

Ren Amamiya

Pico's School/Pico's Cousin (Ezra Cruz/Nairise)

Cassandra

Damien

Cyclops

Alucard

Hanzou

Ozmoze

Leon (I gave Cy's cousin a name)

Kunikaze (Hanzou's previously unnamed "cousin")

Pokemon

Electabuzz (Erika F./Marie the Banette)

Morgrem (Erika F./Marie the Banette)

Blacephalon (Ultra Recon Squad’s Syris)

N (Hex Maniac Ellison)

Lear

Volo (Kimono Matriarch Cybele/Shage)

Acerola

Karen

Lyla (Silver)

Sterling (Silver)

Grusha (Mora Slate)

Quillon (Silver)

Danika

Arven (Mora Slate)

Giacomo

Mela

Atticus

Ortega

Eri

Lacey

Crispin

Amarys

Drayton

Puyo Puyo

Feli (Charlotte Aulurine)

Lemres (Charlotte Aulurine)

Ex (Yulia Nirai)

Marle

Harpy

Squares

Tee

Splatoon (Orka/Silver)

Shiver

Big Man

Frye

Vintage

Omega

Blue Cuff/Red Soled

F-3/Double Egg

Paintball

Terror in Resonance (Ten)

Nine

Twelve

Lisa Mishima

Five

Yo-Kai Watch (Nagisa Koizumi/Sandy Jane)

Casanono

Pandanoko

Nul

Bruff

Sandi

Flengu

Foiletta

Frazzel

Mermother

Uber Geeko

[thecat-inthehat]

7. Pawn

Had this one knocking around for a while, but sadly I didn’t have time to go more in depth as I would’ve liked.

(714 words) [Masterpost]

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The waves that lapped at Elidibus’ shoes were docile, and the last storm that had blown through the region known as Kholusia was barely more than a spring squall. This time of year was prime for hurricanes and typhoons, yet the weather was no more dangerous than a child splashing in a tub. It made the locals uneasy, and the fauna nervous. 

The tufts of cloud that curled overhead were barely more than fluff, and were so stagnant in the sky that it almost looked as though they were painted across the stars. A few delicate wisps brushed across the light of the moon, and he closed his eyes beneath his mask to bask in the light that filtered down from where his body lay imprisoned. Not long now, and they would be one step closer. He would be whole once more. 

The sound of the waves did little to hide the crunch of gravel behind him, and even less to hide the thunk of something heavy being tossed down. There was an inhale of breath, then a slow shudder as the person let it out in a controlled exhale. 

“The villagers said you were looking for me?” a man’s voice asked, thick with buried emotion. 

Elidibus waited for a moment, feeling the breeze tug at the locks of hair that had escaped from under his hood, and sighed happily. It was such a small sensation, but it filled him with joy nonetheless. But it could not last, and as quick as it had came the breeze left, leaving nothing but stagnant air. He turned, and examined the man that stood before him. 

A hume of middling height, with short brown hair that hung over a pair of intense blue eyes. Stubble had started to come in along his cheek and chin, uneven and patchy, which only emphasized the gauntness and circles under his eyes. Well worn furs and armor that bespoke of long familiarity, the gouges and dents carefully repaired, hammered out, and reinforced. A thick axe hung off of his back, gleaming from the light on the horizon. 

“The hero of the hour,” Elidibus said, and bowed politely. “You do me great honor, Slayer of Shadow.” 

“It’s Arbert,” the man bit out sharply, as though his tongue were the weapon that felled the Shadowkeeper. Perhaps it was. 

“Arbert, then,” Elidibus said with a nod, and looked at the man’s face once more. There was something… vaguely familiar about his features, just like so many other things he had seen over his long life. 

“What do you want.” He said, the words coming out short and angry, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t recognize the cut of your robes, your mask. You’re allied with those two who were controlling Cy--her.” 

“Loghrif and Mitron were my compatriots, yes,” Elidibus allowed, inclining his head. There was a chance that one of them had escaped, but the other… Well, they would find another Shard to uplift in time. “They were tasked with overseeing this reflection, to ensure it had some measure of stability.” 

“This ‘reflection’--what are you talking about?” Arbert demanded, his brows knitting together. 

Careful, careful. Place the pieces in the correct pattern, frame the solution… 

“You and your companions, by blade and might, have upset the balance,” Elidibus said, and let a curl of regret come to his voice. “Surely you have noticed how the horizon brims with light, that the sun takes longer and longer to set each night?” 

When Arbert’s face darkened, Elidibus continued. “Lufein, across the sea, hasn't responded since that last call went dark. The winds stagnate, the waters still. You cannot be blind to what is happening.” 

“Then what are you proposing.” 

“You have a chance to save these people, save this world, from your mistake.” Elidibus said softly. “When you refused to slay the Shadowkeeper, and instead took your fight to the stewards of this star, you unleashed a Flood of Light that will consume this world. Not a single onze of life will be spared, not a soul will find refuge in God’s eternal sea.” 

The light on the horizon gave just enough for Elidibus to see how Arbert’s face paled. 

“You have a chance, Arbert. We must not squander this.”

[custards-neopronouns]

can i get some minecraft allay themed pronouns?? :D

Of course! Here you are :]

💎🎶 Allay Themed Pronouns (Medium List!)

lay/allay/allays/allayself

phan/phantom/phans/phantomself

spir/sprite/sprites/spriteself

wisp/wisp/wisps/wispself

flit/flit/flits/flitself

hov/hover/hovers/hoverself

spark/spark/sparks/sparkself

block/block/blocks/blockself

cy/cyan/cyans/cyanself

lum/lumin/lumins/luminouself

col/collect/cols/collectself

friend/friend/friends/friendself

no/note/notes/noteself

muse/music/musics/musicself

hum/hum/hums/humself

gift/gift/gifts/giftself

pres/present/presents/presentself

[aurelia--johnson]

Relia laughed, feeling thankful to be surrounded by people that she trusted like Cy and Stella. It'd been too long since she'd seen the two of them--Cy especially, given that he was so damn busy all the time. But then again, Aurelia was, too. Their two businesses kept them on the move most days, stopping by the shop to do a tarot reading before running off to meet a bride to discuss her dream wedding. Honestly, staying busy was better for the witch. They had their family and dear friends but they didn't have any kids to keep them as busy as Cy, nor did they want any. No need to pass on their baggage to tiny humans. No, they preferred being the fun aunt-like figure. That was more their style. When Cyrek mentioned a shot of tequila, they looked at Stella and said "Make that two, please!" Might as well, right?

As they knocked back their shots, they smiled over at their friend. It'd been too long since they'd done this, shot the shit over drinks. However, their brow genuinely furrowed when he hinted at another reason for celebration. "What are you on about?" Though they only had the slightest wisp of their Mancunian accent left, they still had the habit of incorporating British sayings into their daily dialect, even if they'd been raised in the states. A lot happened in Manchester, after all. Those years were quite formative, being over in the UK, even if they weren't all that positive. "We're celebrating Ava's release--and thank god for that."

Does that mean you're back to screwin' around with Andrea, then? Aurelia nearly choked on their drink, they were so surprised at Cy's suggestion. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Trying to recover from their drink going down the wrong pipe, they looked at their pseudo-brother questioningly. How did he even think of that? For a brief moment, they thought about playing stupid but they gave up on that idea real quick. Cy could usually read them pretty well anyways. "It's complicated. But... We're speaking now, at least. I don't know, I... I got worried, I went to see her at the hospital, which was..." God, what was the right word to use? "Fucking embarrassing. I fucked it up, mate. I mean... She was crying and everything. And then..." They almost said that they started crying but they'd rather not advertise that if they didn't have to, pathetic as it was. Everyone cried after all, even Cy. "It was...a lot. I really hurt her. And I don't really know if she's going to forgive me." She shouldn't. "I'm a damn hypocrite."

All of a sudden, the mood had gotten all somber and they were not a fan. Lifting up their glass, they looked at the bartender and silently indicated that they'd like another.

"Fuck you." Cyrek's backhanded greeting answered the fellow Bastard as he slid into the seat next to them, flipping Stella the middle finger as their bartender while he was at it. His arms propped on the table, full tattooed sleeves and shrinking muscles from malnutrition aside, the dim lighting focused on his honey gold skin immaculately. The Milk Bar wasn't the same vibe as Siren Call in the Scaredy Cat, the latter of which, patrons were almost assuredly staring at some asset of yours when you walked by — the invite-only Milk Bar was a hub for those with pretentious attitudes and big wallets ( and he and Stella tended to hand them out to friends like candy for the sake of fucking up the atmosphere. Sticking it to the big man in smaller ways, if you will. ) "I want a batida. Fuck it, bring me a tequila shot as an appetizer." The regressive state of his digestive tract could protest about it later. Part of him was convinced he'd feel more regulated if he knocked it back and let it take off the edge of his lingering anxieties.

"So," he spoke up after he'd knocked back the tequila shot and waited on his mixed drink, "I'm gonna guess you didn't only take me out to celebrate lil' sis gettin' out of jail." He was clandestinely thrilled to not see their former Bastard, Bronx, behind bars, either. However, the gang's poor run of luck the past year didn't incline him to acknowledge it. ( If anything, Cyrek felt like doing so would prompt a wrathful hand of fate or whatever fucking taunting imp was haunting them to rain hell on them. ) Thin digits slipped under the collar of his sleeveless tank top as they chatted, toying with the Star of David hanging around his neck. A free hand curled into a fist when he let out a belch. "Oh, shit, sorry." The woman in the next booth immediately dropped her eyes in disgust, the slight twitch of his mouth suggesting it was intentional. "Does that mean you're back to screwin' around with Andrea, then?"

[chaseatinydream]

pirate king (29) || atz

“What?”

Time seems to slow, you can hear the blood rushing in your ears as your heart pounds frantically, utterly confused. What did he mean by he didn’t lie? Seonghwa’s whole family got hanged on false charges, and he had the gall to deny the truth?

Lucio Bartholomew’s smile is sad as he answers Seonghwa.

“Your parents were not hung on false charges, Hwaseong.”

If you were shocked, Seonghwa is utterly destroyed. You can see his pupils dilating in shock, almost swallowing the soft grey of his irises. Stumbling backwards until Wooyoung catches him by the arm, he stares at the official, mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

“You’re lying. They were the kindest people I’d ever known, the only blade my father had held his whole life was a kitchen knife. Don’t lie to me.”

Trembling, Seonghwa shakes his head desperately and buries his face in Wooyoung’s shoulder, as if doing that will change the truth. But Lucio Bartholomew does not lie. You can feel the genuine honesty in every word he says down to your very bones, and maybe that is what scares you the most.

“When I visited your parents in the eatery, I had an ulterior motive, you know?” Lucio says softly, staring at Seonghwa. The cook refuses to look at him, one of Wooyoung’s arms coming up to wrap around Seonghwa protectively as he glares down the official with venomous eyes that you hope are never aimed at you. “I had found out some information about them, so I went to investigate that. Did you know, Seonghwa?”

“Know what?” Seonghwa snaps, still unable to completely believe that Lucio Bartholomew is lying. The official looks at him seriously.

“Your parents were pirates, Seonghwa.”

The words have the impact of a punch, every wisp of air knocked from his lungs as the statement bounces around in his skull. They seem to have taken Seonghwa’s ability to speak as well, because he simply stares at the man in utter disbelief and shock.

“What?” The words slip past your lips. Lucio smiles at you, a little sadly. He holds a book in front of you, pages slightly yellowed with age. It’s a book of records, you realise, as you lean in to make out the writing on the paper.

Park Seonho and Eun Jung, pirates, to be hanged for theft, instances of piracy and betrayal of the Crown. Wanted for the murder of 57 people, the prominent of which was Levi Bastiville, former Commander of the Royal Navy Red Rose Fleet and his wife, which left their only son an orphan.

Seonghwa’s parents were pirates.

Pirates, who the Royal Navy had every right to execute.

Pirates charged with the murder of a married couple.

Pirates who had caused a young boy to grow up completely alone, devoid of any paternal love.

“You met him, didn’t you?” Lucio sighs, almost wistfully as he turns to Seonghwa. There’s something mournful in his eyes as he sets the book down. “He was the one who almost arrested all of you.”

Levi Bastiville’s son.

Leon Bastiville.

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of the man, goosebumps racing over your skin as you felt the gun at your head once more, the way his fingers dug at your throat, the sheer lunacy in his eyes, the sadistic smile on his face as your captain had been whipped half to death in front of him.

And yet, Seonghwa could understand him now.

“He was left alone, completely without extended family. The orphanage took him in, but the other children bullied him for having come from a rich family.” Lucio tells you quietly, and you can see Wooyoung’s knuckles turn white. “He didn’t have the same sort of support and family you did on board the Treasure and he grew up twisted and sadistic, into the man you saw that day.”

A sob leaves Seonghwa’s throat.

“In fact,” The man continues softly, shaking his head dryly, “he was a boy much like you before the fateful day of the hanging.”

Seonghwa’s parents had destroyed lives, much like Lucio had destroyed Seonghwa’s.

And that itself is like a knife to Seonghwa’s throat.

“I was initially going to ask your parents to sell us information about other privateers as well as to check whether they might still pose a threat to Nassau.” Lucio continues, his words firm and unyielding. “I didn’t even think about hanging them for a life of crime they had so obviously left behind. But Leon found out, you see. He ran and told the town officials, and in the end your whole family was put to death.”

“It wasn’t you?” Seonghwa manages to ask between restrained sobs, Wooyoung patting him on the back gently. Lucio shakes his head honestly.

“I was merely the head of investigation.” He answers in return to Seonghwa’s question, and in that moment Seonghwa shatters into pieces.

“No…”

He’s been living a lie this whole time.

“According to the reports of Sir Lucio Bartholomew, the head of the piracy investigation, I find the Park family guilty of consorting with pirates and ****…”

Seonghwa remembers now.

The memory comes back, as if resurfacing from the bottom of the ocean where it’s lingered the last six years. It returns, clear and unblemished by time, no longer hidden behind his own biases and beliefs.

“...Guilty of consorting with pirates and p*r*cy-”

He had heard it that day.

“...Guilty of p*ra*y…”

He had chosen to forget that one memory.

“...Piracy.”

He had lied to himself.

“So, Park Seonghwa, are you still going to kill me?”

The gun falls from Seonghwa’s fingers and clatters to the ground. Seonghwa lets out a wail so painful it sends chills down your spine, as if there is someone physically torturing him from within.

“Seonghwa-hyung-” You begin to say, but Lucio begins to speak once more.

“I could give you the name and identity of the man did kill your parents and siblings.” Lucio says softly, his eyes resting on Seonghwa’s shaking form with sympathy. “But your parents did kill his wife, who was pregnant with their unborn child.”

Horror wells up in your chest and Seonghwa lets out a muffled scream into Wooyoung’s sleeve.

“I only imagine that he wanted them to feel the same pain he did.” Lucio continues, as if unaware of the agony ripping Seonghwa apart. “I’m not saying that he was right in what he did, but anyone would have understood why. He’s lived with the guilt for the last six years of his life as well. He still hears their voices in his head and hasn’t had a night of sleep since that day.”

You don’t know what is happening anymore. You can only watch as Seonghwa crumbles before you, Wooyoung holding onto him desperately like his only lifeline to reality. But you can see the fog in Seonghwa’s mind clearing slowly as he learns to accept the truth.

“I hate you.” Seonghwa manages to choke out finally, but there’s mixed feelings in his own voice. “I hate you for telling me the truth. But thank you.”

Lucio smiles gently, and to your surprise, Seonghwa doesn’t shy away from it this time. “I’m glad you escaped his wrath. What I can do to make amends is tell you where your family are buried.”

Seonghwa’s eyes go wide. Prisoners who have been hanged are usually just tossed into pits in the ground, not given the luxury of a proper burial.

“Thank you.” Is all Seonghwa manages to say, furiously wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Hate, Seonghwa, is the path of the devil. It is tempting, and it will attempt to entice you with all sorts of logical explanations and compelling reasons, ones that boost your ego and raises false heroes.” The official’s eyes are a little wistful as he and Seonghwa meet each other’s gaze evenly for the first time that night. “I wish I had known that before. That there is no prize worth the corruption of your soul. There is no relief in revenge, only more pain and destruction.”

“I understand.”

And he really does, because as much as he wants to hate the man who killed his family, he can’t bring himself to. His parents’ guilt and responsibility weigh themselves on his shoulders, just as much as the hatred towards the man who had murdered his parents had once been.

“So what are you going to do now, hyung?” Wooyoung asks Seonghwa, helping him wipe the tears from his eyes as he shoots Lucio Bartholomew a look. Even after finding out that Bartholomew isn’t the one directly responsible for the deaths of Seonghwa’s parents, he still looks like he wants to blow the man up anyway for giving his crewmate so much grief.

“I don’t know.” Seonghwa exhales, turning to look at you and Wooyoung. He looks a little lost, a little confused, like a man who’s reached the end of a road and doesn’t know where to go next. “Maybe go to my family’s grave and pay my respects.”

He glances back at the Lucio, who nods. “They’re buried by the sea, at the little fishing spot you and your family used to go to.”

“Thank you.” This time, his words are full of surety. And for the first time since he’s stepped into the room, his shoulders sag in relief, as if a massive weight has been lifted from him.

Wooyoung holds him by the shoulders, steering him out of the room gently.

You linger for a moment more, your eyes searching the room for a glimpse of the book that had started it all. But it’s not there.

“Are you still looking for something?” Lucio asks, and you whip around in surprise to see the official still standing there, a distantly sad look of regret on his face as he stares out of the door. Even though he was the one who’d turned Seonghwa’s life upside down, you can’t help but ask.

“Is there something wrong?”

The man snaps out of his little reverie, shaking his head.

“Oh, no… I just wish I could have had more courage.”

Courage?

“I wish I could have told that boy the truth.” Lucio Bartholomew looks at the doorway, but there’s something like wistfulness in his eyes. You frown at his words. What did he mean by the truth? Didn’t he tell Seonghwa the whole truth already?

“You should go too.” He gestures to the door, but you can’t help staring at him even as you leave.

Then as you shut the door behind you, you hear him speak once more, this time seemingly speaking to the empty room.

“Marie, my love, Janice, my sweet child…” Lucio Bartholomew murmurs softly, lost in a world that you can’t seem to see. “Please watch over that boy from heaven to atone for my sins.”

The door clicks shut.