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Chivalry  

warning: princess!reader, knight!character (slight AU* Prince and Princess) | sfw | age mention: 23 (Reader) | angst* (due to different social statuses, reader confinement/isolation, reader is kidnapped & rescued (bound, eyes covered, put in a small box), kaeya is beaten T.T), comfort* (happy ending yayayay) | forbidden love | pre-relationship | kissing! 

Knight!Kaeya x fm reader | anthology (Albedo, Jean - coming soon)

You hung your head low, avoided the piercing eyes of the nosey, curious bystanders who happened to be around every time you were. Your life was placed on a pedestal, cast in a light so bright you wanted to shed your skin and melt away. 

To the kingdom you were its ‘gift from the heavens’. A miracle, a good omen. A precious gem whose luster should never be tarnished. And for that you were locked away. 

You were more like a prisoner than a princess. Albeit a gilded one. 

You were already trapped but as you walked to the grand hall with an escort of polished maids, you were headed to suffocation. 

-- 

“Sir Kaeya Alberich, do you vow to fulfil your duty of protecting the Princess no matter the stakes.” You watched as the King, your father, towered above the blue-haired knight who knelt before him. You hardly paid attention. Instead, you put on your practiced face while your mind ran through the fields of the kingdom you’d never see. Something moved to your right. Automatically you straightened your back and lifted your head at the feeling of your mothers sharp eyes. 

“My vow is my seal, your majesty,” the knight spoke. His hand moving to his chest but he didn’t raise his head. 

“You are not originally a ward of my kingdom, for this reason I see fit to mark  any failure as punishable by death.” 

His statement hung heavy in the hall. Murmurs from nobles passed around ivy decorated pillars, gasps rose in front of golden dishes holding food no-one touched. Your chest tightened; why would anyway agree to those terms. One person couldn’t possibly be that important. You frowned and hoped your mother didn’t notice. 

“I understand,” the knight said and you fought back an expression of disgust. 

“So be it,” the King snapped his fingers and the room stilled. You rose from the cushioned chair beside the Queen while a maid fussed with your long, elegant dress. “Rise, Sir Alberich.” 

Kaeya Alberich lifted off his knees and you took him in for the first time. His complexion was tanned, he had waist-length hair that was tied off to the side, the ponytail falling over his left shoulder in waves of cobalt and azure. His armor of silver reflected the dangling crystals that hung about the gold-lined windows in the hall. Over his right eye was a black eyepatch that was shrouded by his bangs. Kaeya was, without a doubt, handsome, and you found the juxtaposition of his hue against the narrow, red rug beneath him striking. 

The knight made eye contact with you so you looked at your hands. 

The King called for you to stand at his side. As trained, you moved like fluid to reach him, made sure your expression was serene like the paintings of your likeness lining the castle walls. “From henceforth, you will be the sword, the shield, the protector of our kingdoms greatest asset. Should harm befall her, so too shall it you.” 

“I will guard her with every breath,” he affirmed with a nod but when he lifted it just enough to look your way, you swore he winked at you.

The room erupted in polite applause. You felt the hand of your mother against your back as she glided down from her seat as if to display her love for her daughter. You, however, looked on and did your best not to cry. 

-- 

After the ceremony ended, you were escorted back to your bedchambers with one extra in tow. Your new personal knight walked silently behind the entourage of attendants. His armor clinging and echoing in the hall was the only indication he was even there. 

The labyrinth between the main castle and your hidden quarters made the already oppressive atmosphere thicker. Your gown was thin but you felt weighted down by it. 

“Wait here,” the head maid instructed your new guardian before she closed the door in his face and assisted you with changing. Your mother had instructed them to never keep you in the same clothes for long. There were days you’d have on upwards to nine different outfits just to satisfy her. The Queen’s own personal doll. 

When they were finished, you were wearing a flowing gown that spilled out behind you when you walked. It showed bits of your back, which you hated, and had strands of translucent fabric coming off your chest connecting to golden bracelets around your wrists. It was a hue of your least favorite color. You looked at your reflection and tried to be happy.

The head maid shooed the others to other duties while she took it upon herself to let the patient knight back in. 

“You are not allowed to be close to the princess,” she barked as he stepped into the room; too far for her liking. Kaeya looked down at her which made her fluff up like a mother hen. If there was anymore more protective than Lila, you didn’t want to know. 

“It’s alright, Lila, I’m sure he was vetted thoroughly. Were you not?” You appeared from behind a tall, viridian green divider that had carved scenes of landscapes you’d seen only in picture books. The shoes one of the maids tied to your feet clacked against the marble floors, drawing the knight and your maid’s attention. Sir Alberich took you in for so long you had to cross your arms and cough to get him to answer you. 

“I can assure you I will bring no harm to the Princess,” he answered, more to Lila than to you but his focus never left you. Suddenly, he bowed for a proper introduction, “Kaeya Alberich, pleased to make your acquaintance. As professed prior, I will ensure your safety or my life take me.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Please, I’m not worth that level of commitment.” 

“Princess!” Lila screamed as she rushed over to you. She took your hand and smacked it, “do not say such things,” she hit your fingers again making the tips sting. “I will not hear it! What would your mothe-” 

You watched as Sir Alberich snatched Lila’s wrist before it could fall one more time. The action stole your breath and made both you and your maid stumble. 

“Ah-ah, this won’t do,” he tisked, a gentle smile on his lips even though the eye you could see said something different. “I can’t let you continue with such violent actions. If you wish to hit someone, I will take her place,” Sir Alberich offered his hand by placing it above your own. Lila, understandably frustrated and taken aback released you before taking several steps away. 

“I-I will check on your mid-day meal ,my lady,” she huffed, adjusting her skirt as she stumbled toward the door.

“None for me?” He called to her but she was already gone. “How cruel,” he chuckled, turning his attention to your warm fingers. Using a gentle touch, he lifted them. One palm above and below and soon the heat started to fade into a cool, localized chill. 

“How’s that?” He asked. You were painfully aware how close he was to you. A shiver ran up your arms. 

“F-fine.” You’d never met someone who could manipulate the elements like this. Of course you’d heard of vision users, but no one you’d come into contact with held one. If they did, it was kept a secret. 

“Delightful,” he hummed as he looked at you. “Mm, that’s better,” he said as he removed one of his hands so he could see your fingers. He had gloves on but you could still feel the warmth of his palm. 

“T-Thank you, Sir Alberich.” Pulling your hand to your chest, you tried to hide the way it trembled. When was the last time a man touched you? 

“Kaeya,” he corrected, catching you off guard. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“Call me Kaeya, Princess,” he explained, emphasizing a little too sweetly on the title you had. The corner of his mouth lifted higher the more uncomfortable you became. 

“I ... That would be improper. B-Besides,” you shook your head, taking another step back not noticing you were nearing the shallow steps that led further into your bedroom. “I barely know you.” 

“Hmm, that may be true,” he said taking a step toward you. Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment. “A compromise then.” 

“... compromise?” 

“In public you can address me however you’d like. Sir Alberich, Sir Knight, my loyal protector,” he teased, playfulness written all over his face. He chuckled and your cheeks grew warm, “but in private, call me, Kaeya.” 

“I couldn’t --” you stammered, moving backward as he approached. It was strange, you didn’t feel threatened but you somehow knew it was dangerous to let him get closer. 

“It seems we are in private right now, Princess,” he noted, scanning the room. “Come on, give it a try.” 

“Sir - Sir Alb-” you put out your hand as you fell backward, tripping over the steps you forgot existed. Unsurprisingly, he caught you. His hand wrapped expertly around your arm, the other pressed against your lower back as he pulled you away from danger. When you were stable, he let you stand on your own. 

“What were you saying?” He smirked, not letting you escape even though he technically wasn’t holding you hostage. 

Your fingers dug into the fabric about your chest. Your heart was pounding and you felt light-headed. Nervous, you scanned the room but found it was only you and your knight. 

“K-Kaeya,” you mumbled. Saying his name felt like a violation of etiquette. It made your ears ring but when you stole a peek at him, your world shifted color. 

Kaeya reached for your hand, his thumb brushed over your fingers, the fingers he had protected moments ago. “My Princess,” he whispered above them before placing a kiss to the tips of your nails. He lingered there for what felt like forever. You found it hard to breathe. “There, easier than you expected, hmm?” 

He rose to his full height and you pulled your hand away. The sound of rushing footsteps, no doubt belonging to your head maid, echoed just outside the hall. 

“If y-you’ll excuse me,” you stammered and practically ran to the washroom praying, for once, someone would give you five minutes of privacy. 

--

Day’s turned into weeks, weeks into months, and you and Kaeya settled into an easy rhythm. Or as easy as it could be. Most of your days were boring. You weren’t allowed to wander around the castle without permission. Even going to the private library had to be passed through channel after channel. You thought getting a personal guard would make it easier for you to live a ‘normal’ life; what a lie that turned out to be. 

You hated the rules, hated the expectations; so, naturally, a person born without them would find this secluded lifestyle miserable - Kaeya never complained. Not once did you see him huff or roll his eyes at the state of your life. Instead, he moved about it with ease. Made jokes and had fun even if you found it difficult. He seemed to even have fun with you. The days didn’t seem so lonely with him around.

Maybe whatever duty he had before being whisked away to be your knight was tedious or dreadful - this, probably, seemed like a walk in the park. 

Nothing bad ever happened save for an accidental cut when being fitted for a new dress, of which twenty new ones were on their way, or a burn from eating something too hot. Otherwise there were rumored threats that came your way. Threats you weren’t aware of until your father dished out hoards of the kingdoms wealth on a suitable protector for you. Kaeya was not the first knight you were given in your life. 

Once, you stumbled on one of the ‘so-called’ letters when you were waiting for your mother to finish getting ready. It was sticking out of the edge of her journal. Your heart was racing as you read it, not because of the contents, more for being caught with something you weren’t supposed to see. 

Your parents shielded you from every possible threat but they couldn’t understand how that level of protection harmed you mentally. Their obsession with your safety had turned into chains, their promises of a good life were rose-tinted and flimsy. They wanted a child so badly, but they forgot why the moment you were born. 

Slowly, you pulled your attention away from the book in your lap. You’d read the story multiple times, ran your fingers over the pages that had been stolen so you wouldn’t be hurt by the scenes that played out on them. You tried to imagine what the characters went through, what occurred during their forced time-skip. Your ideas changed over the years until you realized it didn’t matter anyway. 

Gazing through the thick, crystal glass in your conservatory, you watched sheets of water glide over the other side. You reached out and touch it but felt only cold. Around you the aroma of exotic flowers filled the space, forgotten food lay untouched on a silver tray. There were ample places for you to sit, but you always chose the one closest to the windows. Maybe one day you’d finally break through them. 

“Princess,” Kaeya’s voice interrupted your thoughts. When you twisted to look at him he froze in the doorway. His brows bunched up, eyes narrowed as he made his way toward you. With ease he sat in the empty space in front of you. The long day bed creaked at his weight, you moved your legs to avoid touching him. 

Kaeya pulled off his glove. 

Your gaze grew distant. 

Kaeya cupped your cheek and slowly brushed away your tears. 

You faded away. 

And while you slept beside him, he looked through the distorted glass as his bare fingers brushed through your well-kept hair. 

--

On the night of the new moon, everything changed. 

You awoke to find yourself tied up and alone, headed to a place you didn’t know. The threats that were just rumors had finally come to fruition. While the kingdom slept, infiltrators acted their plan. 

You overheard their conversations through the bindings they tied around your head. Bleeding arguments seeped through the wrappings you were sure had torn out chunks of your hair. For a while you thought it was a dream until rough hands picked you up and threw you against splintering wood. Whoever they were, they were in a hurry. 

“L-Lock it already!” One stuttered, their tone tense and anxious. 

“I’m trying,” another said and soon you heard the sound of a lock falling in place. Lifting up, you rammed your head into the celling and fell back down with a heavy thud. Were you in some kind of crate? You stretched but couldn’t extend your legs completely. If your hands weren’t tied behind your back you might be able to feel around. For now you’d do your best to loosen the bindings. 

“-- money --!” 

“Hahah, we’re --- good for ---” 

“--- keep her who knows --- much - make -” 

Straining to hear, you picked up even less of their conversation than before. From what you could gather, they just wanted to hold you long enough to get a hefty ransom. You hoped that’s all they wanted. At some point you began to shiver the longer the cart you were in rocked back and forth. 

“-- that?” The cart slowed causing you to roll into the side of your small enclosure. 

“huh?” 

“-- hear th-- AH!” Horrible cries erupted around you. The world outside was so foreign to you that every nightmarish thought you ever had ran through your mind. Their screams grew louder, more guttural, until they stopped as soon as they started. 

Tossing in the small space, you wondered if you should make noise or not. If these thieves were attacked by other thieves, would they search the cart only to find you? Would they look over whatever container you were in and let you die alone and afraid. You struggled against your bindings - if it was another threat, having your hands ready might give you the edge you needed. 

The cart jostled violently. The creak of a door sounded more like metal bending by enormous force. The lock you heard earlier strained against something before shattering. You scratched up your arms but managed to free your hands. Shifting to your back, you prepared your legs and hands for a fight. 

A gust of chilly night air hit you and you launched forward hopeful you were attacking whatever had come to steal your life. Strong hands grabbed you so you thrashed against them. 

“GET OFF! LET GO OF ME!” You shouted in the darkness until something ripped the binding off and you could see the face of your attacker. 

Kaeya’s face appeared in the shade of the night sky. His complexion looked wrong, unlike him, there was panic in his eyes that didn’t ease even when you said his name. You relaxed, looked past him and saw an arm extended in the dirt.

With expert strength, Kaeya scooped you up. His body shaking as he held you to his chest, as he walked away from the cart so you couldn’t see what he had done to those who stole you from him, as his hand pressed against the back of your head. Your feet dangled over the musty earth while your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“You’re alright,” he breathed against into your hair. Repeated the words until they became nothing but mumbling noise. 

“You came for me,” you said and tightened your grip. 

“You thought that I wouldn’t?” His question had the cadence of a joke but his trembling voice betrayed him. Carefully he set you on the ground and began to look you over. His jaw clenched when he saw the state of your wrists, his eye turned a shade darker when he noticed the cut on your cheek. 

“They’re just small injuries, that’s it,” you tried to reassure him but that didn’t seem to work. He was raging, you could tell. 

Tenderly, you brushed the hair on his brow. You meant to comfort him but instead you did something else. Kaeya pushed you back until you bumped into the sturdy tree-trunk. His fingers snagged your wrist before brining it to his lips so he could kiss the bruises starting to form. 

“... kaeya ...!” you pushed against him, confused and overwhelmed by the sensation. He had been touchy with you before. A wandering hand at your back, a playful shake of your head as he held your chin when you didn’t listen, sat a bit too close while you were working on something, but this. Never this.

Kaeya grabbed your other wrist. Bounced back and forth with his affections while you slid further down the tree. 

It was difficult to breathe. Why was he doing this? 

“ ... sir ... sir ka-” 

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded, appearing in front of your face so fast your head bounced back, startled. “Not yet,” Kaeya leaned in and kissed you, his hands holding your own to his chest while he pushed into your lips with his. You felt dizzy, heart fluttered.

When he finally pulled back you were gasping. It was so hard to focus on anything but him. 

“I serve you --” he whispered above your lips, the caress of them as he spoke tickled and made you shiver. “Tell me to stop.” A shock went down your spine. Looking at his face you noticed how his gaze was locked on your lips. “Tell me -” he pleaded, desperate, desire dripping of him. You knew what to say, knew what was expected but knowing the feel of his lips made your will distorted. 

“d-- s-stop --” the words bubbled on your lips. You heard them but it didn’t sound like you; that wasn’t what you thought you’d say. Kaeya moved closer only to pull back moments later. You stumbled at the absence of him and tried to catch your breath. 

Kaeya, jaw clenching, ran his hands through his hair before turning his back to you. For a moment, the two of you were silent. Composing yourselves with whatever strength you had. 

“We aren’t far from the castle.” He eventually said, voice back to normal. The honeyed tone covering each word. “We need to return now before the King sends out his whole army.” He turned, extending his hand toward you. “Can you walk?” 

“ ... yes.” 

“Ready when you are,” he said and you took his hand even though it was torturous to your heart. What did his actions really mean -- and how could either of you go back now that you knew what the other tasted like?

The two of you returned you to the castle in the early morning but the comfort of the stone walls soon turned into a nightmare as royal guards ripped the two of you apart and drug Kaeya to be reprimanded while you struggled in vain to stop them. 

-- 

Your mother held your bruised wrist so tightly you swore it would break all the while you’d be forced to watch as several guards beat Kaeya. You weren’t supposed to be here, you’d broken every rule to fight your way to him but he - he was worth it. 

“STOP!” You shouted, clawing at your mothers wrist, tearing beads and jewels off her sleeve. “FATHER STOP THIS!” Lila, tears in her eyes, rushed toward you to try and pull you back through the door you burst through moments ago. 

She was conflicted by rules and love, “Princess, you mus’nt.” 

“He didn’t hurt me. FATHER PLEASE!” 

Your heart was shattering, you felt weak and strong at the same time. Like a caged animal who sees the light of freedom, you shook against the hands that held you back. 

“Mother, please --” you gazed up at the Queen whose expression was twisted. She was the only one powerful enough to stop the king but in the twenty-three years you’d known her, she never once went against him. “Mom, look at me please,” she did, the corner of her eyes glistening, “If you care for me at all -- please.” 

You could hear the sounds of every contact, every brutal landing against Kaeya. He never made a noise. 

Torn, conflicted, your mother’s grip eased which gave you the chance to make a break for it. Without thinking, with cries and screams chasing after you, you ran toward the man who gave you his life so you could give him yours. 

Shoving past the guards as they swung, one of their blunted weapons made contact with your shoulder but you didn’t care. Kaeya’s eyes went wide. You threw your arms out toward him. He did the same and caught you and brought you below him, shielding you from the blows that followed. 

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!” Your fathers voice echoed, causing you to tighten your grip around your knights neck. He pressed his bloodied palm against your back and lifted his head. You peeked to look at him only for your your blood run cold at the expression on Kaeya’s face. 

His eyepatch had fallen off. You could see the sharpness of his eyes. One rich in royal blue while the other a paler white, an old scar slowly turning red from a cut at his hairline. He had a split lip and another cut against his nose. You bit back a sob at the sate of him while everyone else took several steps back. 

“Release my daughter,” the King rumbled, stealing a sword from one of the guards. 

“She came to me,” Kaeya bit back, aura growing darker at the sight of the weapon. 

“Daughter.” 

“I won’t leave.” 

“Enough of this! Do as I say or I will --” 

“Will what?!” Everything boiled up at once. The floodgates opened and you let them flow, “Keep me in a cage for the rest of my life?” You adjusted so you could look at the royal family, at the guards who were unsure what to do, at the maid who raised you hiding behind her hands, but wherever you looked, you never let go of him, “My life is already one of a prisoner. Do what you want with it! I was certainly never the owner of it - so take it! Take my life!” 

“Hu-husband,” your mother took a tentative step toward your father but he shook her hand away. 

You continued even though your throat was tight, even though your arms trembled and you could feel the sticky , sickly heat of Kaeya’s blood seep into your gown, “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it is - I will be obedient but, please, let Kaeya go.” 

Everyone fell silent, even Kaeya who’s breathing was ragged in your ear. He opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted. 

“Why would I do that?” The King asked, knuckles turning whiter the longer he held onto his sword. 

You choked down a sob, “Because I love him.” 

The truth was a weight off your chest but would it make a difference? A princess falling for a knight -- there was no precedent for it. 

“You - love - him?” Your father swallowed every word. 

“I do, father.” 

The king scoffed but before he could lift his sword, your mothers palm pressed against his chest, “what about you, knight?” 

Kaeya, without warning, moved to stand and you helped him by pressing your hands against his chest being careful not to touch the bruises he had. Fear and worry gripped you - what was he doing?

He wrapped his arm around your back and held you too him while he crafted a sword out of frost in his other. He panted, wheezed and spat out blood from his mouth but through it all his chin remained lifted. 

“Give me nothing but her love and I will revel in it for the remainder of my days.” 

“You love my daughter?” 

“With every breath.” 

You couldn’t stop the tears as they cascaded down your cheeks. You thought it when he kissed you in the dark, hoped it meant what you wanted, but hearing him say it ---

Desperate, you looked toward your mother. 

The Queen stepped between the King and the two of you, her eyes softer than they’d ever been. For a moment you recalled the warmth of those eyes as if her arms were holding you once again. 

“Sir Alberich, you are herby unbound from your duty. The vows you once took are dissolved.” She held up her hand, her husband held his tongue. “For your service, and the rescue of our only he- for the rescue of my beloved daughter, I will grant you one request. Whatever that may be.” 

Kaeya dissolved his weapon, you adjusted under his arm to keep him steady. He was let go of his vows. Relieved, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Kaeya looked at you then back to the Queen and the supportive, if not by force, King. 

“You will grant me anything I wish?” Kaeya confirmed and the Queen nodded. Grabbing your hand, he took a step forward, “Release her.” He said with determination as he pulled you in front of him. 

You twisted, shocked at his request, “Kaeya --?” Confusion washing over your face, he didn’t hesitate to explain himself. 

“Ah, you haven’t realized it yet,” he mused as his thumb ran across you the cut on your cheek, “all your life you’ve been viewed as something to be won, a commodity, but that’s not what you are. I do not want you caged, bound like some trophy to put on the shelf. I will have you, Princess, but by your choice alone.” Searching his eyes, you landed on every bruise, cut, and scrape he accrued for your sake. “Let her live, that is my wish,” he doubled-down as he gazed at you the way you always wished someone would. 

Kaeya saw you --- 

“Granted,” your mother’s voice broke and when you looked toward her you saw her crying. All the fear of losing her daughter was finally outweighed with the understanding that holding her with bars of protection had nearly done just that. “Whether you wish to keep or throw away your title, I will - I will support you, whatever you wish to be. We will be here,” she expressed through her tears. 

You never knew the bite of real shackles but you swore your arms and legs felt lighter at her words. 

You were free. Free.

Stepping toward Kaeya, you made your commitment, “you say it is my choice,” you repeated with a glistening, cheek-straining smile, “but, I believe, Sir Alberich, you must know the choice was never my own. Certainly, my heart would surely break if it didn’t belong to you.” 

Kaeya leaned toward your lips, “I thought we agreed on Kaeya, hmm?” 

“You’re right, Kaeya.” 

“That’s better,” he hummed as his lips pressed against yours and you were filled with the overpowering taste of iron and utter devotion. 

--

The story is your own - however you want to have it

Just remember to live

Live to the fullest 

The both of you --

You, and your beloved Knight, Kaeya Alberich. 

[rika-mortis]

Made a silly alternate version for the previous comic

[wordsofasarcast]

headcanon

So you know how it's canon that Will listens to true crime podcasts?

What if that's how he finds out that Nico is from the 1940s?!

Like he's listening to the latest episode about 'the death of Maria di Angelo and the disappearance and supposed kidnapping of her missing children, Niccolò and Bianca di Angelo'.

And it's not all that strange for demigods to pop up in conspiracy blogs or podcasts - Percy had a four part series about him, and Will listened to the whole thing during a nightshift at the infirmary.

So yeah, Will starts listens to the di Angelo episode thinking nothing of it, maybe he's just hoping to have a laugh about what the mortals thought happened to Nico or maybe he's more than a little curious about Nico's mysterious past.

And the hosts, in crackling stereo voices because they desperately need a better mic, are talking about lightning striking the hotel, how "the storm popped up out of nowhere" and the "strange seismic activity reported in the area at the time"...and then the date drops...

The hosts say something along the lines of, "The di Angelo siblings were reported missing by their family back in Italy after no word had been received of their safe passage to America. The police report states they were last seen by an anonymous witness entering the Lotus Hotel & Casino with an unknown third party in December of 1942."

And Will's just sat there, gaping at the infirmary bed he'd been stripping of its sheets. Because everything is adding up now, and Will's not quite sure how he missed it...

[solardrake]

Delivering mail to the furthest corners of the server ✉✈

[cubbihue]

Wait timmy isnt allowed in the human world, is hazels wish gonna cause him trouble?

Hrmm! Who’s to say? Timmy’s certainly displeased to hear about her discovering such a loophole!

Or maybe he’s just annoyed. I would be too if I discovered there was more work for me once I got back to my office.

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[aroaceleovaldez]

re: [this post] / [this post] and thinking about the "usually depicted with unnatural or semi-unnatural eye colors" club

[sapridart]

SIGMA MEAL‼️

SKIBIDI

SLICEEERS‼️⭐️

sigma meal meme wip

The frames w this two are done✅

I love the way it turned out⭐️

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[teawithhazel]

How a Birdbath Changed my Witchcraft

This is a personal story that I wanted to share in hopes that it could help other new witches. It's a long one, so buckle up.

One of my goals this year was to forge a deeper connection to the land spirits around my home. I am still very new to the craft and this seemed like a nice way to dip my toes into spirit work while also creating an outdoor sacred space. Little did I know the impact it would have.

I did some research on offerings to land spirits and took into mind that critters may try to eat said offerings, and settled on just leaving water or inedible things. I also had to consider my less than open minded neighbors, they are decent people but I don't feel comfortable with them knowing I'm a witch.

A birdbath seemed like the perfect way to leave offerings as well as disguise the altar from my neighbors.

I set it up in early spring, after the frost was done. It was just a simple ceramic one with blue glaze (I wanted green, but they were sold out), I filled it with water and a small stone so insects could crawl out if they fell in, said a few words of thanks and did that everyday.

At first, it seemed like just a mundane task. I wasn't really feeling much from what I was doing until spring rolled into summer. I got the feeling like I had to keep that bird bath filled. I felt a pull in my gut that I still can't explain.

Then I figured out why.

Drought.

The worst my area has had in years with unbearable heat and humidity. We didn't get rain for months and when we did it was a tiny drizzle that barely dampened the ground. Most of the plants in my area dried up and went dormant.

My little birdbath was an oasis and was getting more than birds as visitors. Deer, squirrels, raccoon, skunk and opossum were using it to find vital water. I ended up getting a 5 gallon bucket to fill as well because the birdbath would get drained so quickly.

The deer got use to me and would wait at the edge of the woods for me to bring water in the mornings.

I could feel the gratitude every time an animal came for a drink. They had nothing but dry grass for miles and in their own ways they showed how thankful they were.

Yup, one of the deer stashed her kid right in my garden for a week. I usually don't read too much into animals as 'signs' from the spirits, but that is a little hard to ignore.

That was over 4 months ago. My garden thrived despite the drought. I had an abundance of cucumber, tomato, herbs, carrots, onions, and sweet potatoes this year.

Was my success because of my offerings to the land spirits? Some would say yes, some would say no. All I know is that I had the best producing garden in the neighborhood this year and a much deeper understanding of the importance of water.

[hajimedics]

my fairly oddparents ocs :) tsubaki is an overachiever who thinks she’s mature for her age (she’s just a kid.) and believes wishing for things to go her way is too childish, while kira is her easygoing, friendly, butler-like godfather that gladly goes along with her bizarre wishes. one day, tsubaki lied about being an esper to her classmates so now she has to rely on kira for her “tricks” and “chasing away ghosts”. hazel does notice that she mutters the phrase “I wish” a lot, though…

tsubaki wants to find loopholes in da rules for her beliefs, thinking that she’s gonna be doing them a favor ("I wonder how far the extent of the fairies’ power is") while kira is one of the few fairies to actively vocalize their opinions regarding the hypocrisy and flaws in the godparenting system, so he's somewhat infamous in the fairy world. they’re on the same wavelength. also kira may or may not have worked for big daddy in the past and that’s why he’s been taking interest in peri’s potential

[phinjeet]

* wwhatever . throwz low effort color palette silliez at u🫶

[neabean05]

This hyperfixation just started and now the show is over?? What do I do now???

I have so many thoughts and opinions on this show djdjjdbdjmdkcnfbdj I am going to explode

I feel so bad for my sister

[mistakeofnature]

sketches for the references for most characters currently in the AU with facts included! progress on the google doc: characters - done, headcanons - done, setting - done, extras - done only main story remains

[avaetin]

Ace of Hearts

Commissioned from @coma-chang

Meaning in Cartomancy and Tarot: "True Heart"

Ace of Hearts represents the House of true heart. It means happiness and prosperity of people living in this house.

Cards of Fate: Masterlist

[cyberpunkaddict]

Jolea - the engineer 📸 by @imaginarycyberpunk2023

[cubbihue]

Question ...if fairies rely on desire to feed,would Dev be a GOOD food source or a terrible food source? Does desire come from wishing or wanting more, essentially. Because dev like.. Has all he can want except his dad's approval ,so how does that work?

Fairies' food comes from the innate emotion a person has while Wishes are just the only way Fairies can pull the emotions (food) out!!!

The more the desire is out of reach, the more delicious it is, and the longer the fairy can go without needing another meal. It's simply easier to harvest from children because they have big emotions, and weak minds and impulses. A child can say "I wish" more openly than an adult does, making it easier for Fairies to cultivate.

Dev's one of the best food sources there is. In fact, he's able to feed a family of 5 for at least 8 months! However, he's also one of the worse sources to collect from because his desire is noncollectable by magic.

Which means you'll need an expert high-class, high-ranking Fairy Godparent who can siphon out his Desires into smaller parts via multiple smaller wishes!

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[crayonfodder]

who up transfemming they faves