#harbinger lilac

[https-furina]

✎ when you love someone. ft. lyney x fem!reader content: heavy angst, death/murder, fontaine archon quest spoilers, detail to injury, ooc lyney while i’m practising. not proofread. w.c. tba.

there's a melancholic harmony that comes with dating that infamous, ash blond magician who's name is uttered from every fontainian's mouth across the country. 'he's miraculous!' they exclaim, eyes glittering like stars as they leave the opera epiclese, grins wide on their faces. he truly is, you think to yourself as you follow the crowds out on some evenings after witnessing your boyfriend's abilities for the nth time. yet you also know better than this. the lies intertwined between soft kisses shared in the moonlight and the forced smiles he'll throw in anyone's direction.

lyney knows better too when he fumbles for his house key, a gloved hand fishing into his pockets to pull out the cold metal. a prospect he never thought he'd grasp when he devoted himself to the orphanage beside his sister, starved and defensive. there's almost a pained smile on his face when he calls out to you that he's home. at this hour of the night, the court of fontaine is a quiet city, especially in this quarter. the night life clings to the hotels that bustle with activity, drinks and other numerous acts that people indulge themselves in to drown their pains out - but he knows that the house he'd made a home with you was never this quiet.

it's a strange thought to him that you'd ever go to bed without waiting up for him first - that was your favourite routine, curled up on the couch with a plate of fresh conch madeleines you'd baked earlier in the day. a crocheted blanket would be draped over your bare legs, one of lyney's own white dress shirts hanging flimsily from your frame with the buttons done up. he would grin at the imagery if only it wasn't for the slow, tense anxiety creeping up his spine, leaving a trail of hairs standing on edge at the silence you'd left him with.

"ma chérie?" he calls out again, that sweet nickname rolls from his tongue like it has a thousand times before since you started dating. it's familiar, it tastes warm and like your homemade cooking you'll bring to him before his shows - a comfort he'll cherish no matter how much his acts crumble him.

you knew months into speaking with lyney that he worked for the fatui behind that whimsical act of a magician. you remember that tight feeling that choked your lungs for breath, you remember the vivid way the corners of your vision darkened and his words echoed in your head. he looked so pitiful, his brows knit together and a beautiful glitter to his lilac eyes when he's on the brink of tears from your lack of response.

growing up, you recall the stories your parents and elders had spat in distaste regarding the fatui - snezhnayan scum, good-for-nothings, troublemakers that cause nought but harm wherever they go. you truly believed that lyney was none of these, how could he be? he'd swooned you so lovingly after one of his shows on a starry night, having caught your eyes in his audience. he claims it was love at first sight, the cheesy phrase making you giggle whenever he'd reference it. he'd whispered sweet nothings in your ear the first night you'd shared a bed together, fingers dusting down your body in feather light touches like he considered you porcelain.

surely these were things that proved his innocence? that proved the truth in his words when he first mumbled 'i love you' against your soft lips midway through a kiss? you gave him his chance and lyney was determined to not let his affairs as a fatui member ruin what he had with you. things were perfect for the upcoming year, even if that smile he flashed to anyone who looked in his direction was so fake that you could almost grimace.

it is not lyney that anyone should have doubted the faithfulness of - the safety that his arms brought you. it is the fatui, the harbingers, the organisation that tears lives apart for their personal gains. it's the promises to protect their members' families and loved ones that fall on deaf ears yet feed their members' minds with relief and keeps that every faltering loyalty in check. they have them wrapped around gloved fingers that are ready to snap at any moment.

lyney kicks off his boots by the front door, twirling his hat as he hangs it next to your coat. in his younger years, he'd debated what the meaning of love was. he'd thought over the concept of a home - of four walls that were safe and permanent. every time something took a wrong turn in his life, he considered if he was capable of being loved, perhaps if he was even capable of loving too. if there was one thing he was certain from his time with you, it was that you'd proved him wrong.

his legs carry him tiredly up the staircase, his footsteps light as he steps over a particular floorboard he has memorised that creaks - just in case you'd truly gone to sleep without him tonight. the silence is deafening, he can't even hear the faint sounds of your breathing from your shared bedroom where the door is cracked open and the moonlight floods out like a liquid river. he glimpses red through the crack and his brow furrows in concern, picking up the pace of his steps.

the world you'd built with lyney crashes down the moment his hand - free of its glove - pushes the bedroom door further open and his eyes fall onto your body. you're limp on the floor, laid on the soft, fur rug you'd begged lyney to buy when you were furnishing your first home together. he still vividly remembers the beam you gave him when he caved and agreed. there's a pool of blood around you, drenching that cream fur and seeping into the floorboards beneath you. it's oxidising, darkening - how long had you been here like this?

lyney falls to his knees beside you, your blood soaking through his stockings and wetting his skin but he shrugs the uncomfortable feeling away when his hands push you onto your back, your head rolling to the side limply. your eyes are white, rolled back but there's a look of fear written across your face and lyney's eyes begin to sting with the idea that you'd been scared in your final moments; no, he refuses to accept that you're dead. you're simply injured, passed out - he'll get you to a doctor and he'll never let you out of his sight again.

but the waterfall of red that decorates your neck and stains his white shirt he knew you'd be wearing tell him otherwise. his hands clasp at your cheeks, cupping the cold skin as his thumbs desperately rub at you in hopes that you'll come to, smiling and reassuring him. he blinks the tears in his eyes away but all they do is fall down his pale cheeks in precious streams of emotion when he doesn't wake up. he doesn't open his eyes again to see sunlight streaming through the light fabric of your bedroom curtains. he doesn't hear his favourite laugh in the whole of teyvat when you notice he's woke up. the silent atmosphere is still very much present, tense and ready to be sliced with a knife.

the only sounds are lyney's jagged breaths, desperate as he starts to hyperventilate to get air into his lungs. he presses his ear to your chest, not caring if his blond locks fall into your blood as he frantically searches for your pulse, a sign of life. there is not even a shallow breath that falls from your chapped lips.

you had taught lyney many things in the time you'd devoted at his side, things that the fatui could never teach him. you taught him how it feels when you love someone but as he releases a pained cry into the night, you'd also taught him the anguish that comes from the decision of trusting the fatui the way he had before.

© https-heizou 2023.

[mentallyisekaid]

「 ✦ Fatui Harbingers x Signora's Sister! Reader, PART 3.5✦ 」

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5 Part 3 [Part 3.5]

It's highly recommended to read the parts in order, otherwise few things will make sense!

A/N ~ I ACTUALLY GOT A CHAPTER OUT. Anyway, the next one might take... another while. I've got other stuff going on and life can be kinda chaotic sometimes. Hope you enjoy this one, though :')

Warnings: I'm not sure what to list here; slightly angsty stuff maybe, I also feel like Dottore & Pantalone are a warning of their own

Word count: 2.9k

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More often than not, family wasn't the manifestation of perfect, unconditional love that you could foolishly rely on. Something... that would never harm you. Because this was, in the end, just what humans were like - so easily blinded by things like greed, anger and envy that they were bound to end up hurting those around them.

You'd learned this yourself a long time ago, and witnessing it again hardly should have swayed you anymore. But what it did was bring up memories; a hurtful echo that even time couldn't drown.

And this mission only served to remind you of what a 'lovely' thing blood relations could be...

"Who are they?" you finally asked, breaking the pointless silence.

Inside the cabin Dottore and Pantalone had led you into, you'd faced a young mother and her two children. Judging by how they looked, the three were undoubtedly victims of unjust fate, yet somehow unfazed even as Harbingers waltzed into their home. A certain dignity in their eyes never faded...

Then again, this was just what Snezhnayans were like.

"Well, these people here are yours to handle, miss 12th. If you please." The Doctor's words were somehow vague, and Pantalone's expression, too, implied that such a roundabout answer was probably not the entire truth.

Since it wasn't clear what anyone expected you to do, you could only test the waters.

With a somewhat polite smile on your lips, you addressed the residents. "Hello, ma'am. Hello, little ones~"

No response. Somehow unsurprising, seeing as you were a Harbinger; one half of Snezhnaya feared you, the other despised you.

And yet, they went and got involved with the Fatui anyway. How stupid!

You glanced at Pantalone. The Banker seemed oddly delighted about the situation, hence, it likely had something to do with Mora. Then again, this man always did seem like he was enjoying himself thoroughly.

As for Dottore, he was the silently measuring these people with his gaze, a sinful smile on his lips. You decided not to decipher what his thoughts on the matter were, or what, pray tell, was this corrupt heretic even doing on a field mission...

Their questionable work ethics were beyond your remit anyway.

"Now then," you sighed, "what are we sensible people dealing with here, and why won't anyone tell me?"

The woman gave a derisive scoff, finally speaking.

"Ha, it looks like Pantalone and company brought along yet another recruit this time - but she's just a little girl!~ How amusing."

"Careful there, I'm definitely old enough... And, by title, a full-fledged Harbinger. So," your smile was innocent yet subtly menacing, "...let's not get too uncivil now; we wouldn't want to upset your children."

Or maybe you don't actually care about them at all?

The young siblings stood firmly by their mother's side, observing you with lilac eyes as cold yet fragile as hoarfrost.

They're so brave. But perhaps brave for the wrong person, much like I once was. In that sense, I probably shouldn't be the one to meddle in whatever it is that's going on here... I want my paycheck, though.

Pantalone and Dottore had watched your interaction with amused curiosity while lingering near the doorway, wanting to see just how their little Harbinger would behave on her first mission.

But one slightly vexed look from you, and they deemed it best to give the situation a little push forward.

As the two men walked forward, stopping on each of your sides, both of them placed a praiseful hand on your shoulder. You hadn't actually done anything yet, but welcomed this with a content smile regardless~ These affectionate gestures hardly went unnoticed by anyone in the room, yet only a fool would have dared to make a comment about it!

"Now then, Dominika," Pantalone addressed the woman with a complacent smile. "It's high time to pay off your debt, don't you think?

A debt?

"Oh, I'm certain she agrees." Dottore commented. "Of course, there are alternative means of paying back. I could offer plenty."

You sighed. Pity those who had to do business with these two!

But this 'Dominika' woman seemed unbothered...

"Then, Lord Regrator," the lady commented, her voice as sharp as ice. "I ask that you show at least some decency. I don't have the whole sum gathered yet, so do wait for a month longer, as I'm certain that someone like you is not so short on Mora that you should have the heart to harass me like this."

Well, at least she had backbone? Though, it seemed to cover up something utterly immoral.

Pantalone entwined his fingers, the numerous silver rings decorating them clinking presumptuously.

"But, my friend, surely you realize that what you owe the Northland Bank is at least three times the amount I'm now here to collect. You've had plenty of time to pay back, too. Moreover, I surmise you have quite a profitable job? After all, when taking such monumental loans from us - 3 million Mora, to be exact - you must have been well prepared to return it. With interest, naturally~"

Ah, so that was it.

Yet, it made you frown. 3 million Mora? Something fishy was going on here!

You chuckled, patting his shoulder. "But, dear Pantalone..."

The log cabin - not even a house - was thoroughly ramshackle, it was freezing cold inside and there was an unpleasant, moldy smell in the air. And those two children looked so malnourished and sickly that it was hard to believe they'd had a proper meal or felt the warmth of a home in years, if ever.

...so then, where had all that money gone?

You gazed at the siblings, a sister and a brother, who stood by their mother's side, clearly not entirely oblivious despite of their young age yet devoted to shield their parent's crimes.

And you of all people had no right to condemn them for that.

The two Harbingers were observing you keenly, shrewd smiles on their faces, almost as if expecting you to do something unfavorable for the Fatui.

I swear, Pierro and his infinite need to test anyone and everyone!

Well, this certainly wasn't the time to question anyone's loyalties. You wanted to disclose this particular matter anyway...

"You don't have the money, then?" you questioned Dominika, cocking an eyebrow.

"No, and you don't even need it, so you damn cretins better leave us alone," she spat with such disrespect and malice that even the Balladeer would have been impressed.

"There's no need for such a violent tone-"

"Violent?" Dominika chuckled darkly. "The Fatui are the only true violence Snezhnaya has ever seen."

"Tut-tut," you scolded her. "The Fatui do NOT wish to harm the people, nor will they do so without a reason. If one of us has harmed you just for the sake of being cruel, I shall see myself that they are punished tenfold..."

"However," you looked at the kids, then at back their mother, "ma'am herself is not so innocent either, it seems?"

She threw you a nasty look. "You dare accuse me-"

"Then, does Dominika suggest the money just vanished into thin air?"

"I-I know! I can tell you," the little boy, no older than six, suddenly exclaimed. For their sake, it was better that at least somebody was smart enough to talk.

Guilt flashed in the mother's eyes before she raised her hand in a hasty attempt to silence her child. But before she could, Pantalone had moved swiftly to grab her arm, an ominous smile on his lips.

"Now, now, Dominika..."

Yet, someone was quick to follow their mother's lead. The girl was surely only eleven or so, but the look in her eyes was fierce as she slapped the back of her brother's head.

"Don't forget our promise, Lazár," she reprimanded the boy. "No tattletaling."

"I'm sorry, Liliya..."

You fixed 'Liliya' a warning look, though it quickly softened - the brave yet somehow lost look in her eyes reminded you a bit of yourself. But she desperately needed a reality check. No child should feel the need to cover up their parents' sins...

The girl didn't flinch as you cupped her cheek with your cold hand. This made you smile a bit.

"Liliya, was it? You don't have to protect your mother, you know. What has she done to deserve such devotion?"

"..."

Sighing, you turned to her brother.

"Does your mommy have... a lot of Mora?"

"Maybe..."

"And she uses that Mora to take care of you and your sister? To buy you food, warm clothes and... toys?"

Lazár tilted his head. "Mama gets us bread from the city."

"And what else does she buy?" Dottore asked with a subtle smirk on his lips, clearly in the know of everything relevant but insistent on letting you figure it out yourself.

The boy frowned as he searched for the right words (or wondered whether he should've kept his mouth shut after all).

"...Golden cans! There's nothing inside, though. You have to pay a lot of Mora to get them... Then the misters come, and take those. Liliya says they smell like foreigners - spices and the ocean. Mama gets big bags of Mora from them. But we're not supposed to know, so we don't really... know," he finally finished.

Canned knowledge? All the way in Snezhnaya?

You glanced at the Doctor, but he only gave you an amused look and shook his head, implying that he wasn't involved in this - not this time, at least.

Something still felt off, though.

"Even so, Dominika... your debt equals millions of Mora. It's clear that loan hasn't been used to take care of your family. I'm not judging you for smuggling foreign goods, per se. But then, on my travels I've also become quite familiar with Sumeru's market, and even canned knowledge isn't that expensive."

You sighed, "Well, forbidden knowledge, perhaps. Do enlighten me?"

Dottore broke his. "Marvellous, it seem Y/N truly is as knowledgeable in this particular matter as the Director claimed. I wonder why that is, hm?"

Another story, another time.

"But for what reason does she smuggle, if not to get money to feed her children?" Pantalone smiled.

Liliya had been quiet since earlier. She shrugged and spoke in an emotionless tone, "Mama has different family in a different land. They're important people. Dangerous people. I don't know. That's probably where the Mora goes, too."

"Ah, is that so?" You smiled darkly. What a disloyal woman.

The girl hesitated. "For them, she... runs all kinds of errands. But that money, too, just goes... poof."

Pantalone nodded. "Yes, Dominika here is quite the magician~"

Dottore clicked his tongue. "I suppose you would know."

"Let's try to behave ourselves..."

But really, the issue at hand was practically clear by now.

Smiling at the kids, you patted their heads and gave them two apples from under your cloak.

"Here, have some snacks as a 'thank you'... Liliya, take your brother to play outside for a bit, okay?"

Liliya just shrugged nonchalantly, taking Lazár's hand and leading him out of the cabin.

It was quiet for a while.

You stared at Dominika with a frown.

Dottore and Pantalone smiled ominously.

"You're a Snezhnayan," you pointed out, "yet your own kin is worth this little to you?"

The woman shrugged. "I do what I know I have the right to. There's nothing unholy about that."

"What about your children?"

"I never asked for them. Their father was a wretch. Hasn't my world, my Snezhnaya, already been cruel enough to me? And only a fool would to go out of their way to selflessly take care of children that life is going to treat unkindly regardless." She smiled darkly. "Plenty of people in this cold land have been on their own since childhood. I know I was, yet here I am, because I learned to survive."

Again, you could only judge a person so far.

You nodded. "I see. I'm not a saint, either. I... was not loved by my parents, either. I'm not sure if I can love like that, either."

"However," you paused for a bit, gazing out of the window at Liliya and Lazár who were busy building a snowman, "as someone who serves the Archon of Love, there is one sin I cannot overlook... a parent forsaking their child."

A wistful smile curved your lips, "For as much as Liliya and Lazár are your children, they are the Tsaritsa's children as well. And she loves all her children fiercely~"

Dominika was silent. Perhaps because she did not care. Perhaps because she did.

Regardless, the time of her retribution was nigh. And, in the end, it was also for a reason much simpler than the 'crime' of being an unloving mother...

She didn't have Pantalone's money, and that was that.

The Banker walked to stand by your side, softly brushing your cheek with the back of his gloved hand. The rings felt cold, yet the touch was somehow... incredibly warm.

"What does Y/N wish to do with those children, then?"

You smiled.

"The House of the Hearth is no heaven... but it's better for Liliya and Lazár there than out on the streets by themselves. And despite what ignorant people say, Arlecchino is not a monster - I'll personally ask her to look after these two."

And I will look out for them as well, so that they will never have to make the same mistakes I did.

Sudden anger flashed in Dominika's lifeless eyes. She took a quick step forward with her hand raised threateningly. "You witch-"

...I dare you.

But Dottore had already pulled you back a bit, a few centimeters behind him.

You smiled.

"I'm quite capable of protecting myself, Doctor~"

"Quite, but it's her I was shielding. That's a scary gaze you have there, Y/N, and as much as I'd enjoy observing just how violent you can be, Pierro specifically asked us to fetch this woman with all her limbs still attached."

You pouted. " I wasn't going to-" Not too much, at least!

Zandik chuckled, patting your head. "Yes, yes, I believe you~"

The woman didn't speak another word nor struggle when a couple of Fatui agents came in and restrained her - who knows if this was proof of the dignity of a Snezhnayan, or the lack thereof.

Dottore injected her with something that dimmed the last flicker of a flame still glowing in those dull eyes.

You frowned at this.

"Just a mild sedative, don't worry," said the Doctor and you dared not question it further - though you probably should have...

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After Dominika was gone, and Liliya and Lazár had been sent on their way to the House of the Hearth, Snezhnaya's sun had reached its zenith.

You stood outside in the snow, a hand shielding your eyes from the cold, pale yellow rays.

Pantalone had since remained inside the cabin with his subordinates, likely discussing the distraint of the property - not that it was worth much anything.

Celestia knows where Dottore had gone...

A hollow ache was left in your chest.

Was it resentment, melancholy, indifference, all of the above, or perhaps something else that you just couldn't admit to feeling - regardless, it was there.

But who would you have shed a tear for? It would've just frozen in this frigid weather anyway.

"Shall we head back, dear?" Pantalone's soft voice came from next to you. Dottore had disappeared and then appeared again, now standing on your other side, humming to himself while resting a hand on your shoulder.

Back...

"I think I'll stay behind for a bit. I've got an errand to run nearby." Your voice was devoid of any emotion, faltering ever so slightly.

It wasn't a lie, but at most, a half-truth. You really just wanted some time to clear your head - just a little more to pull yourself together, so that your Harbingers wouldn't discover too big of a crack in your defences.

Being vulnerable was quite scary.

"No, no, that won't do at all." Pantalone looked down at you sternly yet gently. "I couldn't possibly agree to leave our little Y/N here in such a state."

"I'm fine."

"Y/N is very strong, after all."

He leaned closed, his breath fanning across your cheek.

"But I do find there is a certain irresistible charm about strong people who think they need to be tough all the time. It makes their broken parts appear all the more beautiful~"

You frowned. "Um... I-I see. Is that so, huh..."

Dottore sighed, wrapping his outer cloak around yours.

"In any case, Pierro would be quite displeased if we were to tell him that we diligently finished the job, but lost our precious little Harbinger somewhere in Snezhnaya..."

His comment actually made you chuckle a bit, along with the fact that this impossible duo seemed more than ready to (gently) drag you back to the Headquarters if you really tried to stay.

"Heh~"

The Doctor suddenly leaned closer, lifting his mask to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. Uncharacteristic, and a bit weird? Well, not really, since it appeared this really was one of his "gentler" segments. What instead stole your attention were those strikingly red eyes...

It was the first time you'd seen his face fully uncovered.

You didn't know how to feel about that. You didn't know how too feel about a lot things these days.

And, maybe... that was okay.

"Shall we go home, then?" The Doctor held your hand.

"Little Harbinger?~" Pantalone also held your hand.

You smiled. 'Home' was perhaps not the right term. Not yet, at least. But in that moment, it didn't really matter. Sometimes just trusting someone, even if not completely, was enough.

And so...

"Mm, let's go home~"

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 5: Late 2023)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs.

September 2023 🍂

• “Lord/Lady Harbinger Cookie”

Featuring: The Cookies of Darkness

• “Bully Hunter”

Featuring: Lilac Cookie

• “Harbinger Cookie’s Relationship with Pomegranate Cookie”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie

• “All Aboard” 💗

Featuring: Milky Way Cookie

• “Napping in Goblin Cookie’s Bag”

Featuring: Goblin Cookie

• “Yandere Dragons” 💗

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Y/N Cookie Meets Golden Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie’s Greatest Treasure: Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie as a Shagaru Magala”

Featuring: The 5 Dragons and the Cookies of Darkness

• “Golden Cheese Cookie and Ancient Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie Body Pillow”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie showing off her wealth”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Satellite”

Featuring: Stardust Cookie

• “The Greedy or the Honorable”

Featuring: Pirate Cookie, Sorbet Shark Cookie, Captain Ice Cookie and Peppermint Cookie

• “Halt! The Restriction Mayhem Update!” 💗

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Cocoa Cookie, Ninja Cookie, Okchun Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie, Fire Spirit Cookie and Lotus Dragon Cookie

• “Bastet Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Burnt Cheese Cookie and 2 Marzipan Cookies

• “Smoked Cheese Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Kingdom Host Cookie, Mozzarella Cookie, Smoked Cheese Cookie and High Priest Cheesenbird

October 2023 🎃

• “Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie fighting over Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie

• “Can’t Take What Isn’t Yours”

Featuring: Chili Pepper Cookie and Peppercorn Cookie

• “Paying Golden Cheese Cookie to use her gold in Character Designs”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Last Cookie Standing Challenge: Punch Y/N Cookie in the face”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Tea Knight Cookie and Rye Cookie

• “Dragon Person Y/N Cookie in the Golden Cheese Kingdom”

Featuring: Pitaya Dragon Cookie

• “Courtship Dance with Smoked Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Smoked Cheese Cookie

• “Off to Wish Camp!”

Featuring: Cannoli Cookie, S’mores Cookie, and Yoga Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie Cherished by Golden Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Halloween Party with Chili Pepper Cookie” 🎃

Featuring: Chili Pepper Cookie

• “Last Cookie Standing Reward: Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Members of Teams Crunchy and Cripsy

• “Spooky Cookie Tales: Prikaza” 🎃

Featuring: Black Garlic Cookie

November 2023 🌾

• “Sitting on the Golden Goddess’ Lap”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Archaeologists of the Golden Cheese Kingdom”

Featuring: Fruit Cheese Cookie and Camembert Cookie

• “Beneath Burnt Cheese Cookie’s Mask”

Featuring: Burnt Cheese Cookie

• “The Corrupted or the Fooled (Abyss Monarch vs. Black Pearl Cookie)”

Featuring: Abyss Monarch Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “Robbing a Bank with Timekeeper Cookie”

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

• “Pocky Day with Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Peach Cookie and Croissant Cookie

• “Rockstar Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Rockstar Cookie

• “Stollen Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Stollen Cookie

December 2023 🎄

• “Icicle Yeti Cookie and Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Icicle Yeti Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in The Holiday Express” 🎄

Featuring: Creme Brulee Cookie and Linzer Cookie

• “Linzer Cookie Writing her own Y/N Cookie x her story”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in the Christmas Academy”

Featuring: Stollen Cookie and Strawberry Cream Cookie

• “Linzer Cookie’s Story: A LOT of cut material”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “A Happy Ending Just for You”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Kissing Golden Cheese Cookie’s Hand”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Sugar Swan Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Sugar Swan Cookie

• “All I Want for Cookiemas is Y/N Cookie” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “The Sweet Signals from Space”

Featuring: Astronaut Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

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[tielmamon]

They stiffle another set of giggles as Jaskier and Ciri hide behind a few trees, spying on Geralt and Yen as they navigate their complicated little partnership once again. The young warrior bites her tongue, beaming at how Jaskier pitches his voice a few octaves higher, trying and failing to mimic Yen. In her opinion, she's say he sounds more like he's been kicked in the balls than anything else.

"You're unbelivable!" He shakes his head dramatically.

"You're delusional!" She almost coughs at the gruffness of her own voice.

They smile and for once in a long, long time Ciri feels...light. She feels like she's actually 15 and not the continent's number one target or the actual harbinger of the apocalypse. She sees Jaskier smile as bright as sunshine, in Geralt's words though she might just secure her death if she ever told anyone that. Not for the first time, she feels an immese wave of gratitute towards him. This silly man who always tries, no matter how grim and depressing everything gets, to make her smile. To reassure her, to talk to her as simply her- not a witcher in training, not a novice mage, not a future queen-to-be.

Once upon a time, she might have hated him for speaking to her like this, like she was a child. Now? She finds herself deeply comforted by that, by him and his words.

She suspects Geralt felt a similar sentiment when he and Jaskier travelled together.

In the distance, they see Yen reach to cradle Geralt's cheek, the other leaning into her touch. Such a horridly cheesy scene to witness, Ciri thinks with a hint of fondness and alot of disgust for her parents-of-suprise. Another quip forms on her tongue but just as it escapes, she turns to her companion and-

Oh.

His face falls, demeanor more serious and...sad. Ciri, with creeping concern realizes that his eyes turn glassy. Jaskier's eyes stay glued on the pair, in a way that is tired. Like he's seen this moment a thousand times before.

"I forgive you...for your various foolish words and deeds. For your lack of faith and hope. For your obstinancy. Doggedness..." This time, Jaskier says these words in his own voice, slightly shakey and whispered. At this point, Ciri is no longer looking at the pair infront of them. She's seen the same forlorn look on both of her parent's faces before, when they were hopping between homes. Everytime Yen looks at Geralt when he doesn't let her in the house. Everytime Geralt reads another letter tacked on the door smelling of lilac and gooseberries.

Everytime she asks Geralt why he stopped travelling with his bard after decades of companionship.

Heartbreak. That's what Jaskier looks like, Ciri realizes. Suddenly, she's overcome with the urge to hug the man beside her, comfort him like how he has to her. The two kiss and she doesn't dare look at Jaskier when they do.

"Jaskier?" She notes the heavy pause before he eventually answers.

"Yes, dear?" He's smiling again, she can hear. How real it is, she can't say. Reaching for his arm, she squeezes.

"Let's go. I'm bored." She hears a chuckle before she feels him get up. They both can't help but glance back at the couple once more, now in an intimate embrace. Ciri pushes the bard towards their cottage, ignoring the sniffle she hears or the quick wipe of hid cheek disgused as a scratch.

"Come on, you deviant." They walk back to the cottage in silence.

Part 2 (x)

[luxbless]

「 Jinx - Traveling Lilac Witch 」

「 Jinx 4★」

✦✦✦✦✦/✧✧✧✧✧✧

Level 80 / 80

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Faction: Galaxy Ranger

Element: Lightning

Path: The Hunt

「 Character introduction 」Traveling Lilac Witch, Jinx. A renowned Jinx. Her magic, spells, and powers often do the opposite of what they are intended to do. However, even with this, she is a powerful witch. Worldscourge, Harbinger of decay.

Ult: "Lan- The Ever Hunt"

Upon a dark wooden table, filled with books, potions, dried herbs dangling from the ceiling, blanketed in darkness. The witch sits in front of the POV. The witch glosses over a bunch of gems and crystals of all different shapes and sizes before picking one up, a black diamond. Holding it over her right eye before the camera goes over to the enemy and the crystal shatters with a snap of her finger and the pieces dig into the enemy.

HEYYYY PEOPLE IT'S MEEEE!! THIS IS ME WOAH! My self hsr insert! That drawing right there? Yeah it took me all night (Fucking LOVE drawing/sarc) I'm fucking tired as hell but I will say I will be posting more about her<3 So I hope everyone is in for a lot Oc x canon shit because I just wanna be in hsr okay- I kinda really need to kiss Sunday- It's bad-

Anyways- Can y'all watch Sunday while I go to sleep? Okay, thanks.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine bigboy Legacy like... y'know bees kind of flutter their wings to be warmer?? However that works, but like if moth could do that then!! Just imagine like you're cold and he hugs you, snuggles you into his fur and flutters his wings, if he usually runs warm, now he's almost a personal warmer!!

He'd be so happy in winter because he know that you always snuggle a bit deeper into the hug because you're cold.

And also, Ajax sometimes replicates that by stuffing you into his thick harbinger coat and sharing his scarf until all that's left uncovered is your eyes<3

I LOVE THEM KISSKISS<3333

YOU. KEEP TALKING

Legacy will notice that you're shivering in the cold weather and quickly scoops you up, wrapping his arms around you and gently pushing your head against his lilac fluff as his wings start fluttering around you. suddenly his body begins to warm, the normally chilly armor becoming comfortably toasty, and with a relieved hum you lean further against him, cheek squishing against his fur. he'll do this even when you're inside- his instincts tell him that because it's winter, he should curl around you and keep you warm at all times!! you're a fragile mortal, he doesn't want you getting sick. so it's not uncommon for him to sneak up from behind you and drape his arms over your shoulders, his chin on your head as he flutters his wings and purrs to warm you up, even though you're sitting in front of the fireplace (it leads to naps very often, but you're not complaining)

and Ajax is more than used to frigid temperatures, being from Snezhnaya and all- but you're not! whatever shall he do! truly, he didn't use his Harbinger coat outside of official meetings before meeting you, but he can't resist anymore after seeing you bundled in it one day by chance, so when he takes you to visit his family he makes sure to bring the coat along as well. sure enough, you let out a sneeze before you even disembark the ship, the jacket you brought not thick enough to withstand the icy Snezhnayan weather. Ajax gives you a mischievous grin before tossing his Harbinger coat over your shoulders, buttoning it up so it comes up to your nose despite your protests. he practically melts at the sight of you in all those layers, a walking marshmallow, and from the way he chitters and croons Ajax knows Legacy is happy with the sight, too

perhaps he'll have a custom coat made for you, so you can be matching and warm at the same time!

[casualheizouenjoyers]

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☆.｡.:*   cruel summer

☆.｡.:*  synopsis: you are a small streamer centered on cozy gaming and your ongoing series of ranking every taylor swift song in a tier list. scaramouche is a competitive speed runner in a streamer group called “the harbingers” that has an insanely large fan base. your paths only cross once he subtweets about your content and your favorite artist, causing a petty online argument that might lead to something else.

ㅤ ╰ཱི ࣭ ࣪ ❁𝆬  ࣭  ྏ ࣭  ͘ ｡ ࣪ ✐ yntaylorsversion is interning!  ̣ ࣪ ྌ  

Your first day of your internship consisted of a woman with short purple hair monotonously showing you around the building, a quick but fairly knowledgeable tour about the place and a quick rundown of what you’d be doing. It was hard not to look at the place with some rose-colored glasses as you had dreamed of working at Yae’s Publishing house for a while now…. but in all honesty, it was just another big business similar to something of a workplace drama set.

The main thing that got you the internship with no prior experience in the publishing field was your streaming following. Deciding to use that for the best, you applied to be a social media intern and just like that, you were accepted. So, summer internship was in the bag! You wished to be editing and maybe writing books instead of planning posting schedules and submitting ideas for videos, could you really complain? It was all a part of putting your foot in the door!

Your mind wandered ever so slightly as your tour guide —her name tag reads the name “Sho”— continued on about something you were really only half paying attention to.

She was a fairly pretty woman, though, your focus on her face was probably due to the fact that she looked just like Scaramouche. In fact, the two could probably be twins with the way they resembled each other. Though, her eyes didn’t crinkle the same way Scara’s did when he smiled… but that was a comparison you felt a little embarrassed to realize. So what if you had been a little nervous the night before and watched his newest face cam stream? It didn’t mean anything…. did it?

“—Understood?” Sho said as you tuned back into her words.

“I apologize, but could you repeat that?” You said with a sheepish smile, feeling embarrassed for spacing out during your first day.

She sighed, but repeated her words nonetheless. “This is your desk space—” She gestures towards a small but usable desk. “— and these are the passwords for our social media accounts,” Sho handed you a sheet of paper.

“Ah, thank you!” You placed your laptop bag down on the desk, taking the paper from her hands and taking a quick look at it.

“If you need anything else, I will be in my office over there,” She said, waiting for you to ask any questions.

“Alright, thank you again,” You said as she walked away without another word. Opening up your laptop, you made a quick spreadsheet. Making a posting schedule was actually nothing to you as it was something you made monthly for yourself.

If you’re being honest, the company probably did need someone new running the social media accounts. Whatever they were doing was fine…. though it did reduce their audience to middle aged moms on facebook.

You’re about halfway through the schedule when a hand quickly closes your laptop shut. Your head shot up to take a look at who would have the audacity to just randomly do that.

Your eyes locked with lilac eyes…. the same one you were studying just that night. “I— Scara?” You said.

Scaramouche laughed, probably at the confusion on your face.

“Why the hell did you— What are you even—”

“Kunikuzushi,” The voice of Sho, your kind of boss, cuts through your words. “Don’t torment my interns,”

“I wouldn’t call it tormenting,” He replied with a grin. “We know each other,” Which wasn’t technically wrong. You did know each other, just from bickering online for thousands of peoples enjoyment.

“Still, I’d rather you not bother them while they work,” She huffed, and you realize your suspicions of the two being related must not be far from off.

“Oh, come on, Sho,” Scaramouche crossed his arms.

You feel awfully awkward witnessing the woman you’re interning over and your online friend of a few months conversing like this.

“Don’t you have a meeting with Yae Miko?” Sho asked, making her way towards your desk.

“When’s their lunch break?” He asked, pointing towards you.

“You didn’t answer my question,” She stated.

“And you didn’t answer mine,”

Sho groaned.

“Anyways, I’m stealing your intern for lunch,” Scaramouche grabbed your hand, pulling you up out of your seat.

“What about Miko?” She said with a light glare.

“I’m sure she can wait,” He rolled his eyes, giving a little wave towards Sho.

“So, are we not going to talk about whatever that was?” You said, your arms crossed as you sat in a restaurant a few blocks away from your internship.

“No?” Scaramouche said as he ordered some random appetizer off the menu.

“No? Nahh, you don’t get to do that,” You scoffed. “You’ve dragged me away from my work, so I’d like an explanation,”

“I was supposed to meet with my stepmom,” Scaramouche said.

“Right,” You said, as if whatever he said explained anything. “Mommy issues?”

“Fuck off,” He groaned.

“You’re the one who dragged me to lunch,” You laughed.

“I regret it, should’ve taken a different intern,” He said, placing an elbow on the table.

“And miss the chance to talk to your favorite twitch streamer yntaylorsversion?” You teased, taking a look at the menu and deciding on a meal.

“I don’t like streamers with bad taste in music,” He replied, cupping his own face in his hand.

“I'm going to get a headache by the end of this, aren't I?" You said, but can't help but smile anyway.

Weird meetings aside, Scaramouche was actually really nice to talk to....

authors note: if it isnt obvious sho is the shogun puppet. but like omg they met irl only after uhhh 16 and a half chapters ! if links arent working for u like they aint working for me. all my chapters r tagged under "cruel summer : chapters" !! love game is tagged similarly tbh

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[dawn-blossom]

Prelude

Spires of ivory, gold and lilac jutted out from the darkness of the sea floor and threatened to break the surface of the water. Dark, overcast clouds looming in the sky made it easier to see the purple glow that illuminated the water around the structures. Familiar benches and barrels from The Beer Garden idly drifted through the waves. Recognizing mere pieces of Dalaran sent a pit into Avalear’s stomach and he could feel his chest tighten. The once great city that hovered above the clouds now rested in a grave beneath the waves. The captain’s voice boomed through the eerie silence and brought the crew back from their mournful stares. Barked orders sent the crew back to their assignments and in that moment Avalear realized that he wasn’t the only one that had been drawn toward the starboard side of the ship to view the rubble and debris. Avalear’s sights turned toward the Isle of Dorn as it closed in from the horizon and on its shores there were more telltale signs of the explosion that had sundered Dalaran. 

Thoughts of the kind of force and power needed to cause such destruction soon turned toward the civilians and defenders of Dalaran. How many of the Kirin Tor, Silver Covenant, and Sunreavers perished trying to fend off the attackers? How many people survived? How many families had been devastated by this attack?

News about the destruction of Dalaran had traveled fast and Avalear wasted little time in sending several letters to those he knew resided or worked within the city. There was still no correspondence back. Avalear knew how dangerous it was to let his mind wander with such stakes but there was no helping it. Dire questions began to materialize from the fear and doubt that resided in the back of his mind. Were they hurt? Did they survive?

Avalear raised his right hand upward to rest onto his left shoulder as he took in a deep breath of fresh ocean air and held it. He closed his eyes and lingered in the moment of worry before finally exhaling and centering himself once more. The Isle of Dorn was visibly closer by the time Avalear opened his eyes and the bustle of the decks caught his attention. The crew was readying to drop anchor and Avalear grew eager to set his feet onto solid land.

Where the worry and doubt once resided, a new determination began to swell within Avalear. A new threat has surfaced and made their move against Azeroth and her people. The Harbinger had struck first. Avalear wanted to ensure he was part of the force that strikes last.

(Screenshot by Bloodsworn)

[yoga-onion]

Legends and myths about trees

Celtic beliefs in trees (17)

U for Ura (Heather) - June 21st Summer Solstice

“Flowers of Passion - Summer Solstice in the Celtic Tree Calendar (Ref)”

Star: Mars, Venus; Gemstone: garnet; Gender: female; Patron: Erecura (Aerecura), Venus, Cybele, Isis, Arecurius (or Aericurus); Symbol: passion

In the height of summer, it is hard not to be moved by the lustrous spectacle of heather flowers as they colour the moorlands and hillsides from pale lilac to red.

For the passionate Celts, the heather flower was a harbinger of joy and indulgence. With the fragrant scent of heather carried on the breeze, and the richness of heather honey, the Celts would give off an extra burst of joy when summer arrived with ale made from the heather flower. This legendary ancient brew was an essential drink in the Scottish Highlands and Western Isles, where people drank it from cups made of bull's horns.

The legendary bard and wizard Taliesin, in his ancient Welsh poem, The Battle of the Trees (Cad Goddeu), praises the heather as 'a comforter to a people in distress'. He claims that this legendary drink has the power to restore vitality.

The Picts (a group of people who lived in Britain north of the Forth Clyde isthmus in the early Middle Ages) used to make a very pleasant strong ale from heather. Legend has it that during the massacre of the Picts in the 4th century, the last surviving Pictish man was offered his life if he would teach how to brew heath ale, but he refused stubbornly the offer and threw himself off a cliff to his death.

Fever, carnal pleasures and unbridled pleasure are what Heather symbolises, but there is a deep lesson lurking in the pleasures. That is the 'consequence' that unchecked passion sometimes causes. So the Celts believed that before drinking heather ale, you should be aware of who you really are.

Between self-expression and self-control, Heather teaches, there is joy in living only when you live in balance between the two.

[Image below by Windermere Brewing Co.]

木にまつわる伝説・神話

ケルト人の樹木の信仰 (17)

UはUra (ﾋｰｽ) - 6月21日・夏至

『情熱の花 〜 ケルトの木の暦（参照）夏至』

星： 火星、金星; 宝石：ガーネット; 性別：女性; 守護星：エレクラ（エーレクラ）、ヴィーナス、キュベレー、イシス、アレクリウス（またはエアキュロス）; 象徴：情熱

夏たけなわのこの季節、ヒースの花がムーア地帯や山腹を、淡いライラック色から赤まで染めていく、艶やかな光景に心を動かされない人はいないでしょう。

情熱的なケルト人にとって、ヒースの花は喜びと贅沢の前触れだった。そよ風に乗って運ばれてくるヒースのかぐわしい香り、そして濃厚なヒースの蜂蜜…夏を迎えると、ケルト人は、ヒースの花からつくったエールをあおり、さらに喜びを爆発させた。古代から伝わるこの伝説の醸造酒は、スコットランドのハイランド地���や西部の島々にはなくてはならない飲み物で、人々は牛の角でできた杯で飲んだものであった。

伝説の吟唱詩人で魔法使いのタリエシンは、古代ウエールズの詩『木の戦い (ｶｯﾄ･ｺﾞｻﾞｲ)』の中で、ヒースを「苦難の民を慰めるもの」として称えている。

もともとはピクト人（ヴァイキング以前の中世初期に、フォース・クライド地峡以北のブリテンに住んでいた人々）が、ヒースからとても心地よく強いエールを造っていた。伝説によれば、4世紀にピクト人が虐殺された際、最後に生き残ったピクト人は、ヒース・エールの造り方を教えれば命を与えると持ちかけられたが、頑なに拒否し、崖から身を投げて命を絶ったという。

熱狂や肉欲の愉しみ、そして奔放な快楽こそが象徴であるヒースだが、享楽には深い教えが潜んでいる。それは、無軌道な情熱がときとして引き起こす「結果」だ。だから、ヒース・エールを飲む前に、本当の自分とは何者なのか、よくわきまえておくべきだとケルト人は信じていた。

自己表現と自己抑制、この二つの間で、バランス良く生きてこそ、生きる喜びがあると、ヒースは教えている。

[iudiex]

downpour  masked  the  first  harbinger’s  heavy  footfalls  ——  sky  above  consumed  by  dark,  grey  clouds.  from  his  stay  here,  capitano  learned  that  rainfall  was  rare:  some  speculated  it  contributed  to  the  rising  water  levels.  a  shame,  truly.  fontaine’s  advancements  were  remarkable,  even  to  this  aging  knight.  sandrone  and  dottore  already  have  graced  the  nation  with  their  presence,  whether  it  be  via  the  institute  or  the  adventurers’  guild’s  katheryne.  as  he  neared  the  palais  mermonia,  the  fatuus’s  path  suddenly  veered  to  the  left  ——  heading  around  the  building  and  towards  the  back,  where  the    (    now  defunct    )    aquabus  line  resided. neuvillette’s  presence  was  simultaneously  formidable  yet  gentle,  as  if  the  merciless  waves  crashing  into  cliff sides  could  be  considered  such  in  the  same  vein.  nearing  him,  capitano’s  arm  lifted  and  so  did  his  coat  ——  holding  it  over  the  judge  as  protection  against  the  rain.  even  his  own  shadow  dwarfed  the  man,  but  then  again  very  few  have  ever  come  close  to  capitano’s  size.      “   i  have  been  looking  for  you,   ”      the  harbinger  says:  voice  low,  rumbling  from  his  chest.  a  slight  echo  from  under  that  peculiar  helm  of  his.  head  tilts  down  ——  as  if  he  could  see  neuvillette’s  drenched  form.  when  was  the  last  time  capitano  needed  sight  to  navigate  the  world? “   you  should  be  inside,  basking  in  comfort.   ” / @vigloria

         𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬   today?   what   human   transgression   had   made   the   hydro   sovereign   ache?   too   many,   of   course.   too   many   things.   it   left   him   all   unrepentant,   when   the   burdens   became   too   much   -   chief   justice   slipping   away   to   a   little   alcove   behind   the   palais,   if   only   for   a   moment   of   peace.   there   was   always   something.   always   someone.   and   always   more   to   grieve.   oh   his   heart   ached,   as   it   always   did,   in   the   wake   of   trials   and   tribulations   -   but   it   was   bad   today,   and   though   tear   tracks   did   not   stain   his   cheeks,   he   knew   this   particular   rain   was   of   his   own   making.   

         he   hears   capitano   before   he   sees   him,   the   knight's   hulking   frame   somehow   complementary   to   the   tumultuous   downpour.   neuvillette,   of   course,   is   soaked   through   -   but   he   does   not   mind.   water   is   his   natural   state,   even   if   the   way   white   hair   sticks   to   his   behind   is   somewhat   pathetic,   even   if   the   thigh   high   tightness   of   his   spats   chaffs   uncomfortably   against   his   leggings.   lilac   hues   tilt   upwards   towards   the   harbinger   -   peering   at   him   through   rain-dampened   lashes   as   the   deluge   subsides   beneath   the   warmth   of   that   cloak.   

         ❝   ⸻   i   do   not   deserve   the   comfort.   ❞   he   grouses,   rather   pathetically,   and   yet   even   so   the   droplets   have   slowed   somewhat,   as   if   this   man's   hulking   appearance   had   eased   his   despondency.   indeed,   neuvillette   leans   into   him,   head   pillowing   briefly   upon   a   warm   chest   before   he   realizes   that   they   are   in   public   -   and   he   is   a   fatui   harbinger   -   and   despite   his   impartiality,   such   things   were   best   for   private.   ❝   you   do   not   need   to   be   getting   soaked   on   my   account,   mon   chevalier.   come,   let   us   warm   ourselves   by   the   fire.   ❞   his   office   would   be   toasty,   he's   sure,   as   always   thanks   to   the   attentive   melusine.   and   neuvillette...   bless   him,   takes   the   first   harbinger   by   his   great   hand,   tugging   his   haunting   being   inside   -   careful   to   lead   capitano   wide   of   any   dangers   he   might   bump   into   (   not   that   he   needed   the   help   ).   

         only   when   the   door   his   locked,   does   he   brace   his   hands   upon   the   knight's   shoulders,   pushing   lightly   until   he   might   seat   himself   on   the   chaise   in   front   of   said   gilded   fireplace,   uncaring   of   the   dripping   wetness   that   soaked   royal   blue   velvet.   ❝   tell   me,   ❞   the   sovereign   murmurs,   one   gloved   claw   tenderly   finding   it's   way   over   his   helmet,   stroking   ever   so   slightly   at   cool   metal,   ❝   does   the   rain   aggravate   your   pain   ?   ❞

[liminalmemories21]

hiii here for nice ask week :)

what's the first TV show you remember loving?

what's your favorite time of year?

are you a candle or essential oil person and what is your favorite scent?

Thank you!

First TV show I can remember loving is Little House on the Prairie. I loved those books, and that TV show, and my best friend and I played Mary and Laura ad nauseam. I know that there are problematic elements to the books, but man in retrospect that baby-Lim's first fandom.

Favorite time of year is Spring. I love the warming weather, and all the Spring flowers - crocuses, and irises, and hyacinths, and daffodils, and lilacs. I love that asparagus season is the harbinger of summer, and then you get strawberries, and you know it's almost here.

Not a candle or essential oil person, sorry. I like something a little citrusy for a body wash, and before perfumes started giving me a rash I used to love light floral scents like jasmine. I need to figure out if there's any way I can keep a jasmine plant alive outside (it will definitely die if I try and grow it inside - I'd like to give it a fighting chance by putting it outside).

[galaxytastes]

Broken Dreams

In which Scaramouche dreams. He dreams of what could have been.

Warnings: Parental trauma, very slight body horror, angst, hurt no comfort

Red.

The first thing Scaramouche notices as he blinks his eyes in confusion is the color. Red leaves, as vibrant as fire. Red, as intense as fresh blood spilled over snow. A pale hand reaches out to touch the leaves as his eyebrows furrow deeper, skewing his perfect features. Where in the world-

As his hand meets the warm leaf, a small bird flits into the boy's line of sight. Concerned eyes warm a bit as he watches the animal land softly on a dark sprawling branch. Sleepily, the harbinger tries to grasp his surroundings. 

Sunset rays of light spill into the room, drowning the space in deep amber. Dancing in the light are dense maple tree branches, abundant in foliage. A distant sea breeze whispers through the leaves and tickles indigo hair against Scaramouche’s cheeks. The Balladeer glides his palm across a low branch, to the trunk of the tree, lost in the dreaminess of the scene. The air smells sweet and familiar… A small smile forms on Scaramouche’s lips as he tries to recall the scent. 

“Lavender melon…” Scaramouche mutters to himself, deep in a misty haze. He inhales deeper, letting his chest fill up with the smell of the past, and he exhales with an even larger grin. Confusion melts to contentment as he pads around the eerily familiar space. White, powdered sand forms at the base of the maple trees, contrasting beautifully against the dark wooden floors. The entire room is so well manicured, the harbinger can’t help but wonder what the area was made for. 

“I haven’t had a break in a while. Perhaps I could lounge here for a bit.” Scaramouche reaches to adjust his hat, quickly realizing nothing is there. He purses his lips and shakes his head. 

Bright lavender eyes land on an electro symbol on the grand doors, causing his breath to catch in his chest. Slowly, he presses his hands to the large handles. Something stirs deep in his stomach as he watches the familiar symbol pulse with power. A warning? A memory? 

Scaramouche swallows dryly and the door gives way, opening up to a larger room. The salty breeze picks up to a gale, swirling the loose white pants of his suikan around his knees. Wait, white-?!

“Get this shit off me!” The man shouts as his hands clench at the plum sleeves, tugging hard to remove the noble fabric. “What the fuck is this place?!”

A sound grabs the distraught Scaramouche’s attention and his eyes begin to dart from the unrolled long shades to the tatami mats to the beautifully decorated screen dividers. Anger and fear swirl like a dance in his torso, along with a shocking realization of his current reality. 

“A dream. A fucking dream.” The puppet whispers aloud to himself as his gaze locks on a tall, slender shadow behind the divider. The anger numbs him as fear crawls up to claim his sensibility. The domain.

“Now, where did you run off to?” The voice of his creator calls out as her shadow moves closer. “My child, please let me see you. I have a gift.”

Scaramouche prided himself in his strength. In his ability to bring men twice his size to their knees from fear. In his ability to command an army’s number of people to do whatever he wishes. Scaramouche is the fear. He is the one who brings Fatui gunners to tears, begging for mercy. 

But, under the divine gaze of his creator’s lilac stare, he is a stranger to the Balladeer. 

He is a forgotten child once more.

“Stay away from me!” Scaramouche screams as the archon glides across the mats. Her violet hair is tied back in a majestic braid and it swings rhythmically as she walks. Intricate robes and accessories adorn her strong, slender body. Everything about her is familiar. Everything about her is her. All except one thing.

She's smiling.

Tears well in the doll’s eyes and begin to stream down his pale cheeks, flushing red with rage.

“How dare you call me yours!” The boy’s voice is broken. A lump sits in his throat and attempting to swallow away the pathetic sound only brings more tears. “I said stay away!” 

“You don’t mean that. Please don’t say that, darling.” Beelzebub responds, melancholy softening her frightfully bright eyes. “You are my child…”

As if she’d punched him in the gut, the nameless puppet collapses to his knees. 

“Fuck you.” He cries out as one hand wraps around the feather he wore on his neck. A symbol of the archon; one he’d worn long ago after being thrown away by his creator. Try as he might, the feather necklace did not tear. “I said stay away…”

A long, dark shadow casts over him and he dare not look up at her. There was no creator who wished to see him. The figure who towers over him is nothing but a figment from his childish memory.

Tender fingers wrap around his hand, urging him to stop struggling. Her touch is so warm and she feels so familiar. Scaramouche would have backhanded her across her face. Maybe he’d spit at her and curse her for touching him. 

The puppet simply freezes. 

Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he did not mean it. 

“I hate you. I hate you!” His thin hands cover his face, shielding himself from her intense watch. How deplorable. How utterly shameful it is, allowing himself to crumple as the god pulls herself flush to her doll. The self loathing thoughts only grow louder as Ei’s hand finds his cheek. As his eyes find his archon’s once more, he finds himself leaning into her touch, despite his venomous words. 

Soft digits smooth back the dark bangs that stick to the puppet’s forehead. Delicate and strong, she strokes his hair away from his eyes and pulls him closer. The contact only urged his tears to pour faster. He folds himself inward, allowing her to wrap her muscular arms around him. She feels so close, it feels so real. Bile stings the boy’s mouth as he cries harder. 

“Why do you cry, child?” Beelzebub’s voice is not her own. It is full of love and compassion; worry and comfort. It is not the voice of a creator or a ruler, but the voice of a mother. The Ei he knew did not care for the whys of the worthless puppets' tears. She cared for it to have never happened in the first place. “I told you, I brought a gift. Did you just miss me?”

“You are not real!” Wails the nameless doll once more. His feeble body shakes so vigorously, he fears he may pass out. “You’re not her, you bitch. This is a stupid dream. No- a nightmare!” 

The archon’s brows turn inwards and she studies the boy’s face in confusion. It was unfair of his mind for creating such a perfect replica of the real Ei. From the electricity that sparked inside her irises to the kind refinement of her voice. It was his mother, just as he remembered her.

Sobs tear from his hollow chest as the mother calms her dreadful son. She presses cool kisses to his damp cheeks and whispers promises and apologies into the boy’s ear. Each word is like another slap to the face. Another crack to his ribs. He almost misses the real Beelzebub’s hand, striking the sword from his hands with hot thunder. 

Gentle words from the wrong mouth are more painful than any insult. 

With a soft nudge, Beelzebub coaxes the puppet to look at her once more, this time with her other hand outstretched. Inside her palm sits the gnosis, glowing the same shade of electric lilac as Ei’s hair. Her irises shine as she brings the gnosis closer and the boy screws his eyes closed, begging to wake up from this nightmare. 

“Wake up! Stop touching me, you bastard!” His vacant chest rattles with want. Bone against bone, grinding together deep inside his torso, as if his trunk was opening up to accept the heart. He shakes his head wildly, but stays frozen in his creator’s compassionate hold. “You left me. You left me here, devil!” 

“This belongs to you.” Ei whispers as she cradles the gnosis between them. Mother and son, shining brightly in shared celestial violet. Something the boy never even allowed himself to dream of. The puppet wept helplessly, sadly whimpering out one last rejection.

“This isn’t fair. This isn’t real.” His splintered throat mutters faintly. “Please. Stop this…”

Despite his pleading, the archon presses her loving hands to his hollow chest with a twinkling grin. Vibrant eyes burst wide as he cries out. He isn’t sure which hurts more; his throat from the screaming or the kind touch of a mother he will never have. She leans closer, letting the gnosis settle in the puppet. It sat perfect, as it was always meant to be before it was stolen from him. His entire being feels as if it was swallowed by a harmless flame and the world around them blurs. Ei, framed by red maples and honey colored sun rays, smiles down at her wretched child.

“I love you… I love you.” Her words are muddled beneath the heartbreaking roar of agony from the doll. His blank, broken stare looks past her to the roof of the domain where large chains decorate the ornate design. “You’ll always be my child. No one better to hold my heart than he who is my heart.”

The puppet wakes from his own howl, hands scratching at his bare chest like a wild animal. He groans as he sobs from the ache, pressing two hands to his mouth to muffle the sound. The ache of nothingness. Like a collapsed star, he folds into himself.

Empty.

Hollow.

Heartless.

For the rest of the night, the man does not sleep. For if he closes his eyes, he may allow himself to dream. He quietly attempts to wash the memory away and dresses himself in his Fatui garments in silence. As he adjusts his hat atop his head, he looks in the mirror. The inadequate doll stares back, trembling from fear, reaching out to be loved. Before he could even realize his own actions, Scaramouche welts his fist through the reflection, wearing his signature smirk. 

With a flick of his wrist, the Balladeer brushes the glass shards from his fist as he leaves the room.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

Fishing Trip (Rewrite!)

Yes yes.. A rewrite of the original Mors Caeli fishing trip fic <3

taglist: @cerasus--flores

Sulien never liked fishing, he never even liked fish. The texture of it, the taste, it just bothered him. He’d tried, at least, at a time, he recalled trying, different methods, different fish. But it all came down to the same conclusion: He didn’t like fish. And somehow, he hated seafood even more. 

Ajax never gave up though, it was annoying. The younger man seemed to have it in him that Sulien could like fish. If only it was prepared this way- no. How about this way- never. But the young harbinger was determined. Too determined. Sulien at least had managed to dodge all of his most recent attempts at feeding him the waterbound garbage.

Wet, slimy, disgusting. He hated fish.

Yet, Ajax had finally managed this.

Managed to drag him out onto a stupid dinky boat off of Liyue Harbour. Ajax was excited, too excited. Sulien could have sworn his dull eyes lit up slightly when he’d managed to push the masked man into the boat. But now here he was, on a boat, in the water, the dock a good swim away. 

“Four months and we’re finally going fishing, solntse! Can you believe it?” 

Sulien frowned beneath his mask, arms crossed over his chest as Ajax looked at him expectantly. “Yes, I can. I have said no at every opportunity.” His voice bordered on agitation rather than monotony. He’d much rather be anywhere else but here, his fishing rod ignored beside him. 

He didn’t even know how to fish.

Of course, he did zone out and ignore every attempt Ajax made to explain. But that wasn’t his problem. Lilac eyes hidden behind his mask glazed over as he stared into the distance at the docks, Ajax was talking about storms and fish and fish populations and storm reactions again. He wasn’t listening. It was too early in the morning.

Then, he realised, it was almost afternoon. And he was hot. His heavy coat and mask overheated him with the rising noon sun. Sulien sat back, he was sure a fish had eaten his bait long ago. But Ajax seemed pleased, the bucket beside him had several fish of various colours and shapes inside of it.

“When do you plan for our return to shore?”

Ajax seemed to hum, reeling in what seemed to be a large catch. “Late lunch, maybe 1500?” That was at least four hours away. Sulien paled further behind his mask, he was hot and tired, and usually asleep by now. Sulien exhaled to try and calm himself.

A massive fish. Ajax held it up, glee in his eyes, he seemed pleased. “Look!” His exclamation was joyful, too. Sulien grimaced behind his mask, leaning back as far as he could, his arms crossed over his chest. “Oh come on! It’s just a fish.” Ajax wiggled the already wriggling fish closer to Sulien, who in a desperate attempt just pushed himself further back.

“Ajax, do not. I swear to all things divine.” Sulien couldn’t keep up his usual facade, the marionette melting away and replaced with exasperation. Ajax’s gleeful smile turned into a mischievous smirk as he pretended to toss the fish at Sulien. The masked harbinger stood quickly, rocking the boat accidentally just in his attempt to get away. “Don’t!” 

“It can’t hurt you, Sulien~!” Ajax teased him, this far away from shore, he could let his guard down. The ginger moved steadily closer to the standing man, shifting to where Sulien had been sitting, carefully with the rocking of the boat. “There are customs to kiss the fish for good luck, you could use some, right?”

He couldn’t see Sulien’s expression, but the panicked body language reminded him of a cat with its fur sticking up. Or maybe a red panda standing on its hind legs trying to be as tall as possible in order to ‘intimidate’. Ajax laughed at the mental image of the man as a red panda, it was almost too cute.

His laughter was cut short as the boat fully capsized, both of them and all of his hard earned fishing flopping into the cold waters. Ajax resurfaced quickly, shaking his ginger hair from his eyes as he looked around for his companion. At first, worry gripped him. Sulien could swim, but his layers were heavy. 

But when Sulien also resurfaced, he exhaled a soft sigh of relief. Then a laugh, and another laugh. Until he couldn’t stop laughing. Sulien pushed his mask up, spitting out the water he near inhaled when he’d tipped over. The heavy coat was even heavier, threatening to drag him down as he floated in the water.

“You look like a drowned rat.” 

Ajax snickered as Sulien narrowed his lilac eyes at him, a glare. If only looks could kill, Ajax was sure he wouldn’t be here much longer. “I’m going to kill you, Ajax.” His voice was low, menacing as he drew closer in the water. “I promise you.” And like that, Ajax took off, doing his best to swim away from the purple haired man.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hi! How's loife?

I have had this thing bugging at my mind for the longest time and the entire concept is foul legacy having a child friend who's like 14-15 and fell into the abyss for a while and it started to corrupt how they look. I can imagine foul legacy being like a big brother and just protecting them. But I would find it so funny if they only showed themselves to childe. But after a while and a bit on convincing, and initially whenever he changed back they would just disappear and foul legacy would have to find them.

Thank you and here's a flower! 💮

🍑anon

hello hello!!!! life is pretty funky and fresh (apart from this tumblr layout update guhh) hope you're doing well anon!!! :D

oh that is so cute, maybe Childe has to return to the Abyss on a mission, being one of the Harbingers with the most experience, and happens to come across you. he can tell from the moment he sees you that you've been down here for a while, with armor-like patches and odd, swirling markings littering your skin- but, oh, you're so young. Childe feels his heart pang with sorrow, kneeling down and holding out a hand to appear as nonthreatening as possible, using the same kind smile he gives to his siblings. you creep out from your hiding place, blinking curiously- this man looks like a human! he looks how you looked before you fell through that crack in the earth, all those months ago, and you step closer, a smile growing on your face

Childe sighs in relief when you approach easily, wrapping his gloved hand around yours, his mission forgotten. you remind him so much of his siblings, the only objective he has now is to get you out of this hellish, starlit place, so he quickly shifts into Foul Legacy for superior speed and strength

bad idea. you immediately squeak with fear and yank your hand away from his claws, darting behind a rock and out of sight. Foul Legacy lets out a despondent whine, quickly following behind you and stopping just outside of where you're hiding, his voice dropping to a low, soothing coo. he hunches his back when you hesitantly peek out again, trying to seem smaller than he actually is, softly chirping and holding up his hands. your curiosity overwhelms your fear and you step closer, hands petting Foul Legacy's soft lilac fluff, the dips and curves in his armor unique yet similar to the patches on your body, and you giggle happily as he carefully engulfs you in a firm hug, your first embrace in months

Childe gains a new sibling that day, connected through the stars of the Abyss

[keicordelle]

So excited to finally be able to share the piece I wrote for KiraShion's server's 4th Collab Event! It was so much fun to work with everyone and I can't wait to get to do it again in the future!

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Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, NTR, Bondage

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"You- what are you doing here?" Thoma’s gaze flicked past him to the door: still closed, still silent. By the Almighty Shogun's will, may it stay that way. If he was lucky, he could find out what Tartaglia wanted and get him out of there before anyone found him. Here. In the Kamisato estate. In Thoma’s bedroom. Gods.

"I was in the area and I wanted to see you," Tartaglia answered easily. "Does it have to be more than that?"

It was always more than that with Tartaglia. Their relationship, if you could even call it that, was little more than a delicate dance on a blade's edge. A sparring match with live weapons: one wrong move and you'd find a blade through your heart. But so long as they both followed the steps to their dance, they could both come away with what they wanted. They used each other, plain and simple -- for sex, for information, for protection. There was nothing -- and no one -- Thoma would not do for the sake of the Kamisato family. If that meant sharing a bed with the Eleventh Harbinger on occasion, so be it.

The fact that it was fun was just an added bonus.

But they had never, ever met here, in his own room. Under Lord Ayato's roof. Archons. "What if someone sees you?" Thoma hissed, casting another furtive glance over at the door. The privacy it offered was little more than a mirage, a paper shield held together by wood and hope. Anyone could walk by and overhear them, or glimpse their shadows through the screen. Seven forbid Ayato himself walked by, in search of a glass of water or stumbling back to his room after another late night spent working. Blessed eternity, what would he say if he were to find Thoma here, with a Harbinger's dick buried in his ass and his own cock leaking all over his stomach? Would he be disgusted to discover just how perverse Thoma really was? Would he look down on him with contempt shining in his lilac eyes, his lips curled in revulsion? Or would it be betrayal that tightened his keen gaze as he stood over them and watched their sordid deeds, to find that his loyal retainer had sold himself to their enemies? A shiver chased up Thoma’s spine at the thought of him watching them. A shiver of apprehension -- and of arousal.

Tartaglia watched him, a knowing tilt to his lips as he followed Thoma’s gaze. The red metal of his mask glinted in the light as he tipped his head towards the door, sanguinary and menacing. "It excites you, doesn't it? To know that he might hear you. That he might see you, here with me, in his own house."

It did. Raiden preserve him, but it did. Thoma swallowed thickly, dragging his gaze back to Tartaglia. "That's-" he started. "I-" Whatever protest he might have made died, caught on his tongue. It was no use lying to him, not when he could see the evidence of Thoma’s arousal stiffening against his leg. Thoma shifted awkwardly, high spots of color burning bright on his cheeks as his eyes dropped.

Tartaglia caught his chin, cool fingers curling around his jaw as he tipped Thoma’s face back up, his grip light but unyielding. Forcing Thoma to look at him, drowning in the shallow sapphire of his eyes. "Besides," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. His breath brushed against Thoma’s lips, a ghost of his touch on his skin. "You need me. He can't do for you what I can."

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six moons past . . . character updates , whereabouts and headspaces upon entering arc iv can be found below the cut !

lady cailin mallister : upon their release from sunspear, cailin returned to winterfell with the northern fleet, staying only long enough to ensure its safe arrival before heading to seagard to reunite with helaena and make sure that their younger brothers had settled following the events that occured in dorne. they remained at home for a month before returning to winterfell to resume their duties as mistress of ships on harrion's council. soon thereafter, they attended the wedding of lyanna and sunwoo stark. as the months grew longer and spring approached, cailin once again returned to seagard to prepare for their wedding and ensure that the fox-embroidered gown of fine lilac silk that they had had specially made for their betrothed as a wedding gift was as they had pictured it. a few weeks before sailing to highgarden, they were wed to regent lady helaena mallister née florent at seagard in the presence of the starks, the northern council, the tullys, the florents, and their brothers. they are very content as they arrive in highgarden, happy to be spending time in the home region of their new wife.

prince cregan stark : cregan returned to winterfell alongside his family, where he was reunited with his direwolf, moonface. he spent his time there becoming reacclimated to life as a northern prince in winterfell, but departed for oldtown once again following the wedding of his sister lyanna and sunwoo stark, benjen's first name day, and harry and alexia's joint name day celebration. however, he did not return to the citadel, but spent the remainder of the time before highgarden on battle isle with his friend melina hightower, helping her draw up plans for potentially reopening oldtown's bank. he did not attend the wedding of northern mistress of ships cailin mallister, despite being invited.

lord mace redwyne : upon release from sunspear, mace travelled home to the arbor with guinevere lannister, much to his delight and relief at having not been rejected a second time. though he was technically also hosting ryon martell, he paid little attention to his sister's husband. instead, he spent his time between gwen, his son, and overseeing the vineyards. upon being left alone in the arbor, mace began to make a few small changes to the way the castle is run in order to ensure that he keeps up with his duties as ruling lord — especially now that he is on his own.

princess maery greyjoy : maery first went home to pyke, where she stayed only a few days before departing once more aboard the harbinger to accompany her cousin katerina blacktyde to meet with her bethrothed in winterfell. she spent her days there staring eerily at hugo, imagining herself as queen of the north, and deflowering bran — whom she now knows is a warg. after kat departed from winterfell, maery parted ways with her, sailing back to pyke to spend time with her niece and nephews. prior to the final month of the skip, she once again showed up in oldtown without an invitation, and spent her remaining time there with melina hightower and for some insane reason cregan stark before sailing to highgarden.

lord rickard karstark : rickard returned immediately to karhold with his family and proceeded to spend the first months of the time skip spending time with his wife serena and their daughter. shortly into the break, he hosted aiyla and dilan frey at karhold and enjoyed spending time with both of his daughters. he was then informed by alys that the father of her son torrhen is none other than a rotted stark! conveniently, rickard chose the week of jon's visit to embark with his men on the annual hunt to replenish karhold's stores — they remained close by in the rills on permission of regent liege vika ryswell. following the hunting party's return to karhold a few weeks later, he spent the rest of his time at home being a father and a good husband.

prince ryon martell : ryon, having promised his wife that he would do so, departed from his beloved sunspear for the arbor shortly after the rest of the nobles were released by the crown princess. despite his horrible homesickness and having to deal with mace, he and denyse grew very close over their time spent there. despite denyse's reluctance, they returned home to sunspear a few months later, where he heard of his sister nymeria's involvement in a shipwreck and was likely incensed with rage. upon journeying to highgarden, ryon is very much up denyse's ass in love with her and will be attempting to complain very little about being in the reach once again rather than dorne.

ser victario of lys : victario travelled with pimchanok targaryen both to dragonstone and then king's landing. following the events that took place at sunspear, he has been more reluctant than ever to request time away from his charge — thus spending the majority of the six months alongside them. however, he was visited by tessaria in king's landing. following her departure, he accepted an invitation from calla tarth to celebrate his twenty fifth name day at evenfall hall. he returned to king's landing shortly thereafter, and departed from there to make his way to highgarden

visera waters : upon being released from sunspear , visera was at last reunited with her dragon. she returned to rook's rest with her mother and sister where she celebrated her twenty first name day. following that, she travelled to the vale, where she briefly visited the eyrie with her uncle tharon redsmith before heading with him to the mountains to spend time amongst the clans of the vale — her father's family. around the start of winter, visera returned home to dragonstone where she stayed a month so that the dragon keepers and maesters could prepare her for the longest flight she had taken with darksmoke to date — flying north to winterfell ( albeit , with many stops along the way ) to visit alexia stark . whilst in winterfell, visera flew with darksmoke often to a desolate stretch of the wall so that he could hunt beyond it. she returned home in one piece to dragonstone a few weeks prior to heading to highgarden.