#he looks like a cherub hehe

[faunandfloraas]

Seungmin for Melon, recoloured.

[honeyandthunderstorms]

heyy lovely im a sucker for age gaps sooo anything you can give me on nanny charles au 👀

He’d put aside his distaste and readily agreed to meet at Max’s house. The only other information he’d gotten out of the man was the pup’s name. Sabine Louise. It was a beautiful name.

And when he’d caught sight of the pup, he knew she deserved the beautiful name because she was beautiful herself. Jules had been right when he said Charles would swoon and activate his baby fever. Her cheeks were the lightest shade of pink and so cherubic. Her eyes were impossibly blue and her hair! God, her hair was thick with dark curls for only being two months old.

Charles had barely even noticed the man holding her when the door had opened. Completely locked in on quite possibly the most adorable pup to ever exist.

“You must be little miss Sabine!” Charles cooed as the baby blinked at him. Her eyes were wide with tears, cheeks wet, and her tiny nose was sniffling with dried snot. “You are so gorgeous. Look at those baby blues.”

Charles reached up to wipe a trail of tears from her soft skin, only to be caught off guard by the baby chirping at him and reaching a hand out to grasp his own. Her pouty face quite literally turned upside down into a gummy smile and musical little giggles.

“Oh, where are my manners? Hello, pup. I’m Charles.”

Suddenly a cough and a clearing of a throat sounded and Charles snapped to attention, straightening up and stepping back. He looks up at the alpha, completely having forgotten the man would be the one to have opened the door in the first place. The alpha was… not looking good, to put it plainly. He was not ugly by any means. Honestly, Sabine was his spitting image just with dark hair. He just looked… disheveled.

He had spit-up on his collar, his hair was unbrushed, his clothes put on inside out, and he had bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in hours or even days.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Charles rushes out in one breath as he holds out his hand for Max to shake. “I’m Charles.”

AHHH I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ASK THANK YOU MY LOVE <333

I have 3 chapters written and have had this idea ruminating for A WHILE. ever since my last controversial age gap fic 😅 it is omegaverse as well and I still haven't decided if I'm adding cheating in it or not, so far the answer is no, but it might change. max’s wife is awful and hates her baby and Max is stuck raising a kid and can't have any more time off from work and she refuses to even be alone with THEIR child. the pup won’t settle bc she needs a nurturing omega’s presence — in steps Charles. I honestly have so many snippets I could've used, but I thought this was a good one hehe (I can be tempted to post more though…)

tbh the whole premise started bc of a Reddit story which I can no longer remember, but the guy had his friend step in to help raise the baby and the baby starts calling him “daddy” as well as the actual dad and the wife got mad so I was like “um hell yea” so the baby will be calling Charles “mama” and Max’s wife is gonna go insane. planning for a slow burn long fic. which is why it's sitting in my drafts bc I said I would finish my other ongoing fics first before starting another longfic 😅

my wips

[sulumuns-dootah]

11. 12. Jegudiel - White morning

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆꙳·❅‧The Yule festival of Hell 2‧❆ ₊⋆

A/N: Aaa...! New fave discovered! :D Definitelly expect more future content involving this cutie patooie ^^

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“Y/N! Y/N, wake up~!“ a giddy voice attempts to wake you up at what feels like the middle of the night.

“Hnngh… What time is it?” you groggily groan and attempt to peel your eyes open. Trying to look around to find the clock, you find out you can’t even turn because the excited angel is straddling and leaning over you.

“Huhu, the sun has already risen, silly! Time to get up and see the blessings that’ve appeared overnight!” he happily jumps up from his position and runs to the window as if he’s excited to show you something.

“Ble…sings?” your brain is still half-asleep and it takes you a second to realize what he means.

Jegudiel only giggles and starts to pull you up, out of your very comfy and warm bed. The absence of heat in the cold room makes you shiver, but you give in to the tempting angel. Hopefully, once he’s shown you whatever it is he’s excited about, you can go back to bed and sleep until noon.

“Look how pretty it is! God has blessed us with such a beautiful sight!” the angel starts musing once you’ve joined him in front of the window.

He is right. The sight is beautiful. Apparently, it snowed overnight and now everything is covered in a layer of glowing snow. Every now and then a small glint of the sun reflected on the very tiny snowflakes catches your eye.

“Oh wow...” you breathe out and lean lean into the warmth of the unruly Cherub.

“Gorgeous, isn't it? And to think He created all of this alone... We should thank him!” he hugs you while you're both still taking in the beauty outside your window.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you pull out of the hug and look at Jegudiel, slightly suspicious of the tone in his voice.

“Huhu, well, there's only one way I can make you sing his name oh, so prettily.” he chuckles and starts backing you up back in the direction of your warm and very comfy bed.

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But wait, this angel also has a gift for you!

"Hehe, they say I like to steal the hearts of humans, so how about I give you one, instead?"

[writing-intheundercroft]

Sallow Family Headcanons

Solomon is the elder Sallow brother, and had to look after his younger brother when their parents died. His bitterness lingers as he raises Anne and Sebastian.

Mrs. Sallow was a Ravenclaw. She and Mr. Sallow, Slytherin's top student, were academic rivals until they decided to put their differences aside and start courting during their seventh year.

Mr. and Mrs. Sallow get married right out of Hogwarts, against Solomon's wishes. The twins are born just two years later.

Anne is the elder twin but smaller, lean like her father. Sebastian is younger but is a larger baby, and inherited his freckles and cherub-like cheeks from his mother.

Solomon begged Mr. and Mrs. Sallow to settle down and move home to Feldcroft to provide stability for the children, but they wouldn't let two babies stop their adventures. The twins were well traveled, toted around Europe with their parents on their research trips.

That was until the twins start walking. Sebastian was a runner from the get go, and after a particularly disastrous trip in Paris where his magic manifests in front of muggles, the Sallows finally settled down in London to teach secondary education through the ministry.

Despite having to answer to the ministry over Sebastian's public outburst, Mr. Sallow was extremely proud that his son's magic had manifested at such a young age. Anne was not far behind him and Mr. Sallow declared his children to be prodigies.

Mr. and Mrs. Sallow constantly debated whether their kids would be in Slytherin or Ravenclaw; Anne and Sebastian both end up being hat stalls during their sorting ceremony (the hat took just ten seconds longer to decide on Anne, and she doesn't let Sebastian forget it). It is Anne's resourcefulness and Sebastian's ambition that tips the scales in Slytherin's favor.

A/N: I love the idea of Anne being superior to Sebastian when she was well and in school, and will continue that theme in future headcanons hehe

[mochiotomedumplings]

so aven’s interview with anan:

- sth about this whole “risk equals gain” of aven feels similar to sunday’s act of fairness, esp the “evil punished, guest welcomed” bit from sacerdos’s gloves

- risk and gambling is his bread n butter, which goes with him enjoying the thrill of it from his voicelines - not new, but more on this later

- competence focused - was asked about charm point but veered off to talk about “ability” - also how his answers are all quite (corporate) professional, like how he was called out to be quite formal in his timeline; this is similar to sunday’s fixation on “perfection” and needing to look put together at all time. also “model answer” who is sunday if not always exemplary behaviour ?

- never forgot his childhood, same as sunday still being accompanied by memories of his family (the cherubs)

- interesting how he says again and again that he “knows what he wants” but does he really ? say he lives for the thrill of the next gamble… but we also know he doesn’t quite have anything to live for and couldn’t repay the ppl who helped him, felt empty after every win and was notably trying to die; this is an interesting contrast to sunday who, despite looking lost and contemplative after failing his life’s ambition, *does* know what he wants - he might look for guidance in the way of trailblazing but not for his life goals, and this is pointed out in sacerdos’s boots on how he does not seek guidance, rebuke or sympathy

- workaholic - his daily routine except the first bit is entirely about work, which is just like one workday person (gives me this feeling of trying hard to prove himself for survival, similar to what sunday insinuated with wonweek on what he had to do to “survive” growing up in the oak family)

- sleep issue - remind me of someone who stayed in the dream for long hours working without actually sleeping, but the cooler point here is how sunday is known to have sung robin to sleep as a kid, also mental healing expert - they’re quite compatible on this front

- soft pyjamas - safe to assume he likes soft things, like the cat cakes as well ? the bit about fluffy winter clothes and his fur coat and how he called sunday featherhead, makes me think he would like touching sunday’s soft wings hehe

- the perfume ! so much on this:

1. it’s called Evernight Carnival, which is in theme with penacony where it’s made (mtl is endless night madness). feels so lucky that sunday and aven are the two central charas of the penacony story - as in, they got the most character exploration. fitting since thematically they each represent penacony in a crucial way - aven with the thrills and splendor of the dream, how everything is sparkly but belies dark past and danger, while sunday shows the desperation and idealism of dreams, the suffering of reality that we try to escape with dreams. but yeah, a night festival that never ends - cool that he likes what’s symbolic of penacony and how he’s so similar as a character

2. it has a feeling of free-spiritedness, with a hint of danger in the scent. i like the callout to “freedom” here, how aven gives this feeling of free and wild but he’s so chained by his past and destiny, just like sunday who was only “free” once he fell from the cage. the “danger” bit links it to aven’s penchant for risks and thrills, how he probs likes things with some dangerous aspect to it (whether that’s because of survival’s instincts, habit, necessity due to luck, escapism or plain enjoyment, who can say) but this means that the “risk” of getting his mind read again by sunday might actually be a bit thrilling to him. that or sunday’s his natural enemy and he can’t play his game the same way he does everyone else (it’s interesting to note that while he went against sunday for the stone, technically their interests aligned meaning sunday never actually fought him in earnest) (also funny to note that sunday wants to “clash” with him again but aven seems to want to watch only 😂 he met his match)

3. he likes perfumes that express the inner self. extrapolating from his ever-present facade, this might indicate his desire to be more “real” - to be able to express his true thoughts and self. this is ofc similar to sunday’s rigidness - his facial expressions feel “dull and lifeless” according to wonweek, indicating long years of suppression to keep the perfect front as the family head. i don’t think sunday actively wants to express his feelings all that much, since it might be “frivolous” to him, but he is trying to embrace imperfection and the way of trailblaze, so self expression (what a soloist would do while performing) is not entirely off the agenda. if only aven can be “free” as well, but maybe working in the IPC is freedom in his own way. (just thinking, okay aven wouldn’t want his thoughts and true self known to others considering gaiathra’s rituals, but if he has to do it All the time to survive and fool others & himself All the time that the facade is real, that his luck will pull through at the end despite his fears, it makes sense why he wants to express his inner self in some way, to yearn for the feeling of being true to oneself. to have his desires exposed by sunday, altho unnerving could also be liberating in some way - being true to himself for one.)

4. he really likes the perfume. guess who also likes the perfume and is said to wear it 😳 the idea of sunday liking (and wearing !) aven’s signature perfume is just 🥹🥹🥹 funny how sunday was supposed to hate risks but he likes a perfume that feels free with a hint of danger 😂

- dreams - aven expressed interest in it too, the idea of a place where anything can happen (that ties in with his liking for seemingly impossible bet); and ofc sunday likes dreams and is all about dreams. a place that brings joy and unending happiness (endless night carnival - the perfume) aka sunday’s life goal, but also something aven enjoys as well with how much he likes the thrill of gambles (escapism, or thrill seeking as a masked fool ?). penacony is really the stage for the two of them.

- aven really knows how to enjoy himself in penacony. not sure how much of this is real and just lip service to The Family, but i’ll hc that he does enjoy some part of it. the dream is after all designed to be fun maximized and enjoyed by all so aven liking it is reasonable since he’s a thrill-chaser. there’s also that post in his timeline with penacony images and the caption “a rare moment of respite” - not sure if it’s intentionally ironic since the photos are not conventionally “restful” in any way, or perhaps throwing himself into a neverending festival is his idea of “resting” - tiring himself to sleep or just having fun. and altho sunday won’t be found indulging in the dream, he’s got a hand in every aspect of its design and function as the faciliator and organizer. referring his journal where he aspired to plan out details of the dream and run it so that everyone can be happy, and also that bit where he vetoed some design of the dream - clearly the dream has quite a lot of his handiwork. extrapolating this means sunday knows and is good at creating an enjoyable experience for others, and aven notably enjoys it - he will have a good time being in sunday’s care.

OKAY i went down sunday’s voicelines again and found some Things:

- “serenity stands clear before me” “a day of peaceful repose” he really is the bringer of peace and rest… and aven’s post was literally “a rare moment of respite”. uncanny similarity aside, i think sunday can fr give aven the rest and sleep he needs. “a melodious sound that soothes the soul” 🥺🥺🥺

- “facing certain death yet finding new life” isn’t this basically what happened to aven… what’s going on ?? oh i guess this is what happened to sunday as well, he was prepared to die after all… they’re similar in this aspect as well.

- “torment and doubt i bid you farewell” someone also talks about knowing what he wants exactly 🤭

[mochiroreo]

“Francesca”

Fallen angel!Eddie x Angel!reader ( a part of Mochiro’s halloween blurbs)

TRIGGER WARNING: descriptive self-harm, ANGST. LIKE,HEAVY ANGST, hurt/no comfort, religious passages and imagery.

Author’s note: SURPRISE!! This is heavily inspired by Hozier’s “Francesca” from his new album, Unreal Unearth. (Give it a listen for more feels hehe) I am not by any means trying to disrespect or impose ideas about religion. This is just my imagination even though the passages are from the bible. I have only noted them for more depth and understanding of this short wee-blurb. (At least for me its short hehe) this is not beta’d as usual so I might edit it in the future. Sorry for any mistakes ૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა

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Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. (Psalm 73:25)

The light shone through the branches of the trees slowly swaying with the wind,through the stained glass adorning the temple where the angels kneel and pray to their father. From day to night, they hail his name and pray, wishing all beings of earth united till the end of its days.

The temple is slowly becoming empty, each angel filling out of the place to go back to their post after the morning prayer. You stood up from your kneeling position, delicate hands dusting your white clothes as you look around for an angel that always takes your breath away.

And there he was,standing tall, his wings neatly folded behind in his back. His eyes gleaming in gold were already focused on you. Soft,golden curls adorning the frame of his face that suit his golden eyes and delicate pale skin. You gave him the biggest smile that you can muster, footsteps getting faster before he meets you in the middle and swooped you up for a hug.

Holding you gently to avoid hurting you and your wings, he peered down with a smile adjacent to yours. “Hello my sweet little angel. My little cherub.” The title made your nose scrunch,making him giggle. “Hello, Eddie. The archangel of mine.” You softly whispered, a blush slowly blooming in your cheeks when you felt his warmth on your body. He lowered you down slowly, intertwining your hands together while you both walk out of the temple.

“How is your sleep?” You looked up at him under your lashes, face laced with worry as you notice the slightly darker hue under his eyes becoming more and more apparent each day that passes. It looks like its slowly ruining the serenity that is always seen on his face. Eddie gave you a small smile, lovingly tucking some loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

“I am fine, my angel. I have been having more.. nightmares as each day passes. I am going to have a meeting with father soon, maybe he knows where all of this are coming from. His face became a bit solemn, golden-eyes looking tired. The heavy weight of silence weighed on you both, scared at the possible meaning of his dreams. No. You cannot afford that to happen. The prophecy— it should not be him; you thought to yourself as the spirit inside of you felt a surge of uneasiness.

You stopped walking beside him, making him halt as he looks at you with confusion. Your soft hands felt warm on his cheeks when you grabbed his face. Your eyes pleaded for him, you pillow-like lips placing a soft kiss on his forehead. A kiss full of genuine love that surpasses all heavenly beings known. A kiss higher than heaven where you both reside. A kiss full of wishes that you will be spending the eternity with him.

A kiss full of pleading that he stays with you even when all things crumble.

And have mercy on those who doubt (Jude 1:22)

A loud sound had woken you up from your deep slumber, making you scramble on the other side of the bed, looking for a certain figure as you try to open your eyes. The silky sheets felt cold beneath your touch, taking away the sleepiness in your being.

You were about to stand up to look for him before someone pushed the door open, the familiar golden wavy curls peaking from it. Eddie walked in to your room, the bags underneath his eyes getting darker and darker each day.

He sat beside you, hands red for unknown reason as if he had been washing it for the hundred time. You clutched the covers close to your chest, voice slightly wavering when his eyes found yours.

“Eddie.. Eddie, my love, what happened?” His lips slowly trembled, his eyes glassy as he try to blink his tears away. Gulping, he took such a deep sigh and took your hands to his, pressing it onto his chest.

“Angel.. me— me and father had an argument.” He gently whispered, looking down at your hands that are emitting warmth and comfort. “It started with me.. telling him I am having nightmares. Dreams. Dreams that I am not supposed to have as one of his archangels.” Eddie paused, his eyes now glued on your as he continue.

Your heart beats loudly within your chest, an ominous feeling looming in. It was slowly getting harder to breathe as you search his eyes for anything that might give you a clue. Nodding your head, you urged him to continue.

“I— I did not know what happened. Then I voiced out how— how I think humans deserve more. How, maybe— maybe they needed to be taught more instead of being challenged or their faith being tested.. it became— it became a massive argument. Father said I am slowly turning into a different- different being. And I denied it. As I think I am not. I am still the same! I— I made him understand that it isn’t just me that were against the way. That there were other angels that felt that way too. He looked at me in disappointment. In shame. I-I do not understand why!”

Eddie’s voice boomed, the loud sound bouncing off the walls while the beating of your heart can be heard in your ears. A lone tear cascaded down your cheek, watching your lover slowly crumble before you as he wrap his arms around you. His broken sobs replicating his emotions, raw and just— broken.

You clutched him close to you, closing your eyes in sadness while more tears dripped down. Your hands found its way in his wings, caressing the feathers lovingly, trying to ease his pain.

Kissing the top of his head as you comfort your lover, your breath hitched when you noticed something different. Your gut falling on the depths of fear, eyes widening as your breathing completely stopped.

Eddie took notice of the sudden stillness of your actions, pulling back a tad bit to look at you, confusion swirling in his puffy red eyes.

“What— what’s wrong, angel?”

A gasp left your mouth, pulling your hands back to cover it as you’re now the one slowly crumbling in his embrace.

“No.. oh— oh gods no! N-not you. No— no Eddie it cannot be you!” Emotions are now overwhelming your whole being, you feel lightheaded, as if fate is pulling such a cruel joke on the two of you. Panic slowly settling in as you clasp your hands together, bowing in prayer. You were reciting every prayer you know in such a way that Eddie cannot even comprehend and understand each word.

He took hold of your shoulders, shaking you once in such a force that snapped you out of the frenzy you are feeling. “What is wrong! Tell me!”

Glazed eyes looking at his freckled skin, you whispered.

“Eddie.. your hair.. is turning black. The— the prophecy.. is you.”

And the fifth angel blew his trumpet, and I saw a star fallen from heaven to earth, and he was given the key to the shaft of the bottomless pit. (Revelation 9:1)

All you have seen from Eddie before you got pulled away was red.

Red was dripping from his back, his pristine-white wings that once adorned his back are now gone, being replaced by a huge gaping wound where his wings were once attached. His hands and nails now adorned with dried blood from ripping his wings apart by himself, body full of clawing marks when he tried to tore more of himself before the father and his seraphims.

The brown doe-eyes of his are now gone, black replacing every inch of the eyes that you love. Hair as black as ebony and the night sky combined, the only thing remaining of him was his pale skin and the smile that he always gives you.

He was contesting the higher angels, the thrones and dominions. Other angels behind him before the trumpet was blown, everyone immediately running with their swords unsheathed, craving for blood and peace which made you laugh with how you have never thought both to be in the same sentence.

You watched with wide eyes and trembling hands before running towards him, trying to push away every angel that slams on you while you try to reach him. He stands in the middle, face somber while watching the bloodshed happening around him, the seraphim holding its ground, voice eerily unsettling as he spoke in tongues.

Eddie looked up at him, showing wide-menacing grin before he answered in the same manner. You shouted his name, repeating it like a prayer before his head turned into your direction.

You stopped in front of him, wiping the blood away from his face while your tears kept on coming down. You shook your head before turning around to face the seraphim.

“Please..” you pleaded, voice hoarse and raw with pain, guilt, and repentance. “Please.. once more. Just give him a chance once more..” the seraphim knew what you were pleading for, closing its eyes to let you deliver your message directly to your father.

“He is misunderstood. He just needs another chance. He— he needs our prayers. He needs us. Father— father please. I beg of you. I beg for your kindness. I beg for your forgiveness. I shall kneel my whole life! Just— just forgive him and let him be with me, here in your house, for eternity! Let me pay for his sins!” Your voice cracked, hands clasped as you shield your lover from the Seraphim’s eyes that are void of emotions and just a glowing light, slowly closing its eyes. You were willing to do anything for eternity just for them to forgive Eddie.

You were willing to die for him again and again if that would be enough to repay and repent for the sins that he did. For the chaos he unleashed.

Eddie hated the way your voice trembled, the way you are ready to sell yourself to the higher beings just for him to be forgiven. His emotions were swirling inside his head, his grip on his sword slowly getting tighter as he gets ready to push you aside and stab the seraphim in front of him. He almost moved before the seraphim opened its eyes once more, a booming sound from the skies was heard.

“No, child. It is not your sins for you to repent. It is not your tears for you to cry. It is not your decision for you to ask. Now, move. Or he will feel the everlasting sadness and fall into the depths, not only of the place I prepared for him, but also the depth of his broken heart.”

You shook your head, tears still flowing as you whisper broken prayers as you sob.

The seraphim closed his eyes before opening it once again, another voice that sounds like 10 angels are speaking at the same time was heard.

“Very well. Now, you have made your choice.”

It happened in a split second, a bright light blinded you before you felt a dull pain in your chest. Red bloomed on your chest that is now bearing a hole, making you clutch it as you fall into your knees. Eddie gasped, letting go of his longsword and immediately kneeling beside you, pulling you close.

“No— no my angel.. no.. no this c-can’t— can’t be— no no no” Eddie repeatedly called out your true name, his tears washing away the blood splattered in his face as he watch the pink of your cheeks disappear, the life in your body slowly escaping his reach and slowly drifting away towards the hands of a foe and a friend, death.

The now dark-haired angel clutch you close to him, trying to pour his heavenly magic even though he knows its worthless. Yet he still tried, draining his energy and emotions. You just gave him the biggest smile the you can muster, laying your bloodied hand on his cheeks and rubbing it gently.

“Maybe..” you breathed out, feeling it your eyelids slowly becoming heavy. “H-heaven is not .. fit to house..” you clutched your chest in pain, heaving as you try to finish your sentence.

“Maybe.. heaven is not fit to house.. a love like you and I..” you managed to breath out. Eyes smiling when your hand slowly cascade down his cheek.

“I would not change it each time.. heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.”

Your hand dropped, as well as his tears.

And with your last breath.

You showed him the greatest love.

Greater than god.

Higher than the heavens.

[thighzp]

👑🧶💐 - any of these please!!

triple threat! so down to provide you with some words my love, hope you enjoy! (all under the cut cause it's gonna be a long post hehe)

👑 firstprince princess diaries au

🧶 firstprince shibari (henry ties up alex)

💐 flowerfield (kit & theo) missing monaco scene

👑 firstprince princess diaries au // @redlipstickandglitter @firstprincebrainrot @onthewaytosomewhere

His grandmother (Her Majesty The Queen???) greeted him herself as he deplaned and collected his bags from the palace staff. 

“Hello my dear, so wonderful to finally have you home,” the much shorter woman said as she kissed both of his cheeks. 

Home… Henry thought. He had never considered that this would now be his home. Living in a castle. With 24/7 staff waiting on him hand and foot. And, did the queen greet all her guests personally upon arrival? 

As if reading his mind, his equerry (sort of like a royal handler, he’s come to understand) Shaan said under his breath, “She insisted on welcoming you herself. Most guests must wash up before being graced with her presence in the throne room.” 

He had seen photos of the woman throughout his childhood, though few and far between as it seemed to hurt his mother too much to keep around so many memories of his father. 

As he was being swept up in the hustle and bustle of palace staff shuffling after the welcoming committee, Henry was now coming to the realization that perhaps it was more than the memory of his father that his mother was trying to run away from.

🧶 firstprince shibari (henry ties up alex) // @valeblue @bitbybitwrites @lunaroseedits

Henry wove the black rope in and out between Alex’s wrists, bringing them tightly together with one over the other. 

“Show me,” Henry said coolly, not a question. Alex flexed his wrists, proving the ropes were adequately restrictive but not cutting off circulation. 

Henry took Alex’s hand and gently kissed his knuckles, “So pretty all tied up for me, love.”

A blush creeped up Alex’s neck and across his cheeks, a cherubic look in stark contrast to the harness and restraints now encompassing his upper body.  

💐 flowerfield (kit & theo) missing monaco scene // @eusuntgratie @redlipstickandglitter @handotcom @bitbybitwrites @judasofsuburbia

“What is it?” Kit asks, a look of concern on his face. 

“The peach.”

“What about the peach,” his concern turns to confusion before my eyes. 

“Show me again,” I say with a hint of authority. “You seemed so confident to remember how I like it when he asked. So show me. How do I like it Kit?” 

Without removing his eyes from where they’re locked on mine, Kit reaches to the side and feels around for the discarded fruit. 

He brings it to his lips, his other hand still tugging at my swimsuit bottoms. 

“Care to follow along?” He asks incredulously. His tongue dives into the peach pit, and my hand flies down to the warm wetness between my thighs to follow his every instruction. 

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[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/762153090666397696/stev-looking-at-all-the-food-helaena-and-daella?source=share

You know things are serious when aemond uses Stevonna and not Stev lol

Also Dove and Saera would be so coddled by Hera and Cherub. The two can't get enough of their baby sisters. The cutest little things. The two are now in their tiny cots laying beside each other so stev and Nora can have free hands for a moment. Though now that Dove just came home, everyone seems to be after the dark haired bean hehe. Cherub got a little possessive of her Gwayne though...

"they Will be besties" hera says smiling touching Doves little feet. Cherub grins

"just like us"

Aegon has to snap a photo of the moment. It's The cutest. Jae is just wandering around everyone, somehow always ending up back in Otto's lap or feeding him something. Otto's eyes never straying far from his three darling girls. Eyes alert if Stev starts looking uncomfortable. (No worries, aemond had insisted on a cushion on the seat she sat on)

Aenar is now resting back against Stevs chest. Bless her, she loves having a child in her arms. While baelon is in his mama's hold.

Nora going for all the treats she can whenever aemond isn't looking. Fuck his diets, she is a mother, she needs her nutrients AND HER CAKE. Helaena playing with nora's hair. Pinning it with some butterfly pins. "The girls are so adorable" Nora whispers as she watches hera and Cherub fawn over their sisters.

"you brought another Angel to our family" Helaena says kissing nora's hair. "Saera is already so loved. We have to get a picture of her in Grandfathers hands, she can fit into one palm, the tiny precious thing she is"

ALL OF THIS!

Hera and Cherub now sat with pieces of pizza as they stayed near their new sisters.

Daella has baelon resting in her hold as he reaches for those bright locks of hers to tug at.

[octoboltflash]

✦ WHO WHAT WHERE ⸻ SCENE I.

& SCENE. the floating fairy is shuffled onto the vacant set, lost as she's offered a prompt card and a thumbs up. midnight eyes swell to the size of teacup saucers as they dart from expectant onlookers to the partner in front of her⸻she swears she's seen that sword, that shade of violet hair, but where?⸻before finally landing on the white notecard clutched between shaking fingers. ‎ she's no stranger to the stage; far from it, but her place remains on the sidelines, expertly wielding a clapperboard or standing behind whoever's manning the camera. floating here, she's suddenly aware of the million-billion eyes pinned on her, those assembled in this one small room to watch the improv game unfold, to judge and sentence her for the slightest mistake. she'll open her mouth and hear a chorus of guilty guilty guilty! throw the book at her! throw tomatoes at her! boooooo⸻! ‎ ( actually, she can bolt out the door right now, can't she? there's never any shame in running! if she shrieks and cries into the traveler's arms then they'll both take the first aquabus ticket out of here, no questions asked. ) ‎ ( but she does not. ) the troubled pixie stands firm and rolls her shoulders, clearing her throat and craning her small head up. for the next excruciatingly slow minutes of her life, she is a proud ruler of a mighty kingdom.‎

‎ ❝ WUHAHAHAHA! ❞ ‎ a pitched, haughty laugh cuts through the hushed silence as the fairy suddenly cackles behind a shaky hand.‎ ‎ ❝ it would seem fate bears a wicked sense of humor, wouldn't you agree? when paimon⸻uh, i⸻ the queen of … ah … clockwork, threw down my gauntlet and proclaimed we'd duel the next time our eyes locked, i had not anticipated a mere children's game to be our battleground. ❞

‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ but, of course, ❞ ‎ paimon continued, her round, cherubic cheeks turning a vivid cherry red, disguising embarrassed giggles with the act of a snooty, refined fontainian woman. ‎ ‎ ❝ a lady always keeps her word. if our decisive battle is to be one of cards, dice, and um, wits, then i intend to win. ❞ ‎ she makes a show of placing her hands under her chin, looking all too primly at the other party, before she coos:‎

‎ ❝ however, benevolent a ruler as i, shall grace you with my mercy. i shall offer you one chance and one chance alone to recognize your betters. if not⸻then prepare to duel! ❞ ‎

ooc. ( hehe sorry for the wait! please take all the time you need to respond ♡ )

She honestly had no idea how she ended up in a situation like this. One moment, the Self-Annihilator had simply been enjoying the unfamiliar scenery of a place as ornate and architecturally splendid as Fontaine-- the next, a man had approached her with something that sounded oddly close to a jumbled sales pitch. Of course, she had been warned by plenty around her not to give in to such lavish words and tempting offers... But unfortunately, Acheron didn't get much say in the matter before she was whisked away into participating in this... this game show? This improv? She wasn't an actress. She didn't even LOOK like an actress. Why the hell was she here?! The roaring of her heartbeat was louder now than it had been in what felt like eons, and her eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to block out the cacophony of noises that assaulted her senses inside this studio. At least... The fairy? Pixie? Across from her seemed to have a hint of nerves as well, judging by the way her tiny hands trembled as they desperately clutched to the notecard. This... was a creature she had never seen anything like before-- Actually, that wasn't entirely true. PomPom had a similar size and stature, but... He certainly appeared to be far more animalistic than this girl(?) did. Acheron's head tilted to the side slightly as she opened her eyes, piercing gaze settling on the person to which she had been paired with. It seemed as if she could merely follow the cues of the other, and try her best at such a silly little task. "Betters?" Her tone remained cool, striding forward to approach a small table paired with two chairs that had been strategically placed in the center of their stage-- holding their 'game' of choice. One that Acheron certainly didn't recognize, and she briefly prayed to any Aeon listening that she wouldn't be expected to actually play it. "You've yet to show me any inclination that you're my superior. Give me a reason to respect you... and I will." A single, fluid motion is all it takes for Acheron to pull one of the chairs out and take her seat. One leg remained crossed over the other in a pose that's a bit too regal for her tastes, but... She wasn't portraying herself. Right? Clawed fingers tapped on the surface of the table before her, violet eyes narrowing to survey the cards strewn across it. Despite the fact that Acheron didn't understand any of the symbols, she could at least look the part-- carefully, the swordswoman picked one of them up to rest between her index and middle finger, toying with it as she cast a darkened look over the top of it. Were anyone to believe that she was being serious... perhaps a few of them would be afraid. "Come, then, oh mightiest ruler of ... Clockwork? Show me your resolve. A king settles for nothing but the best-- and I intend to have that."

Oh, this was SO corny. She could already feel the tiniest hint of a blush creeping up the length of her neck, and she desperately fought the urge to stutter through her words. This was going to be so much longer than she thought....

@entwinefates

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 6)

Lucia: *giggling as she's carefully held by Allora on Odahviing's back as he walks around* Weeee!!

Odahviing: *sighs* To be reduced to a beast of burden...

Allora: *clicks her heels gently against his sides* Oh, lighten up. I know you're enjoying yourself. *grins* Giddy up.

Odahviing: *growls, sneering at her* Mind yourself, Dovahkiin.

Allora: *rolls her eyes* Angry kitty.

Lyra: *to Lucien and Kaidan, yards away* Is it... safe? It looks like it's becoming... annoyed.

Kaidan: *keeping a casual but watchful eye* Allora would never do anything that would put Lucia in harms way. We've known Odahviing since he helped us fight against Alduin.

Lucien: *making a flower crown for Lucia* Oh, yes! He's perfectly safe, mother. They love each other dearly! *chuckles* You can tell by the way they push each other's buttons.

Lyra: *sighs, looking to her husband who is drawing on various parchments before seeing Taliesin and Inigo on the side* ...I'll go get you more flowers.

Lucien: Oh! Thank you mother!

Lyra: *walks over to Taliesin and Inigo while picking flowers along the way, watching the Altmer become more tense before it's smoothed over casually* Hello. I'm afraid we haven't really gotten to know each other very well- I'd like to apologize for that.

Taliesin: Oh, not to worry! Water under the bridge! *turning to the dragon who currently has his partner and daughter, mildly fretting despite the lack of any real danger* Cherub! Mind her feet!

Lucia: *waves to Taliesin excitedly* Hi papa!!!

Taliesin: *chuckles, waving back* Hi Bumblebee. Don't go flying without us, all right?

Lucia: *gasps, turning to Allora*

Allora: *pokes her nose* Absolutely not.

Lucia: Aww!

Lyra: *shifts uncomfortably, watching them* ...

Inigo: *tilts his head* Are you all right, Mrs. Lucien's mother?

Lyra: *looks at him quizzically* You can just call me Lyra. And... I just don't understand how you all can be so calm about this. *frowns, looking over the giant beast that was walking around like a horse*

Taliesin: Simple. We know him, firstly. And secondly, we trust Allora.

Lyra: She's just as liable to get squished.

Inigo: Hehe, not quite. Allora doesn't talk about it much, but she is partly dragon. She has very pretty scales and claws that are as strong as Odahviing's.

Lyra: *furrows her eyebrows* Where??

Taliesin: It's another form she can take, using the souls of the dragons she's siphoned. Quite remarkable, really. She says it makes her quite famished afterwards, though. *huffs* She went through seven pots of apple cabbage stew last time. And three Sweetrolls.

Lyra: Pots??

Inigo: She has quite the stomach. For dragon souls and food. *smiles, tail waving slow as Lucia snuggles close to Allora with a giant grin* It is as big as her heart.

Lyra: *watching, slowly relaxing as she watches Allora cuddle and kiss Lucia's face, and the dragon making strange laughing noises* ...I suppose you're right...

[chinchillasinunison]

The Bullefute Starters!

For those of you who don't know, I decided to conceptualize a Danganronpa-inspired Fakémon region. The starters are inspired by the three protagonists of the mainline games, but a lot of other places as well. This is going under a cut because it's, uh, pretty long. Let's get to it!

Clovunny: The Clover Pokémon (Grass)

Clovunnies are docile, unassuming Pokémon that can get along with basically anyone. The small twig sprouting from its head can detect subtle changes in heartbeat and breathing, making it quite attuned to feelings others may try to hide. The blossom it has for a tail is sometimes plucked by humans to be used as a good luck charm.

First off, naturally, we have Makoto! Both rabbits (well, at least their feet) and clovers are lucky charms, so it makes sense to represent the Ultimate Lucky Student with them. Plus, rabbits and Makoto have a sort of stereotypical innocence about them. The twig picking up heartbeats is a reference to the Trigger Happy Heart minigame in School Mode, where Makoto can hear his classmates' innermost thoughts.

Jackahope: The Hopeful Pokémon (Grass)

On evolution, Jackahope's small twig grows into a twin set of branches. This increases their sensitivity greatly, making it aware of even minute changes in its environment. It is said that when one looks into your eyes, it can see your hopes and dreams.

I hope you sorta see where I'm going with this. Something normal and mundane becoming decidedly less so— from regular bunny to jackalope. Now, the sensitivity of its branches pertains even more to the Trigger Happy Heart minigame, but also to the investigation segments of the game proper. I imagine that they're arranged to look somewhat like a broken-up set of crosshairs, which is how your cursor interacts with the environment. This shape plants some seeds (hehe) for its final form...

Cherabbit: The Cherubic Pokémon (Grass/Flying)

Its head branches have grown into a massive, thorny halo, and the patch of clovers on its back has sprouted into wings. Now, it can feel vibrations across great distances, both on the ground and in the air. This makes Cherabbits great barometers for natural disasters and thus the saviors of many people and Pokémon alike. Some groups view them as sacred beings and manifestations of the idea of hope itself.

Now we go from the jackalope to the wolpertinger, combined with traits of a standard pop cultural angel. This progression is to symbolize where Makoto ended up after the first game— the true Ultimate Hope and the face of the Future Foundation, a figure of triumph in the face despair and desolation. I almost wanted to make it Grass/Normal to reference the Normal type's affinity for sound-based moves, but I couldn't NOT make it part Flying, man. Not when the wings are, like, one of the main features...

Tadcoal: The Spark Pokémon (Fire)

To many, a Tadcoal is considered an ideal Pokémon for first-time trainers. It is extremely eager to foster its talents, which makes it quick to rush into battle and evolve. Its craggy skin resembles unrefined coal, making it look fairly unremarkable, but the single spouting flame upon its head reveals its hidden ambition. When not training, it can be found admiring higher-leveled Pokémon from afar.

Next is Hajime, who is the basis for our Fire starter. The first stage is based on the pre-HPA Hajime, a guy so eager to develop talent that he signed himself up for a bunch of stupidly unethical experiments. I don't know how a tadpole starter would work in terms of design since it's literally just a head and tail, so its proportions would probably be all kinds of weird, but we're not gonna worry about that right now.

Phlogiwog: The Phlogistic Pokémon (Fire)

The internal fire of this Pokémon has been lit, making it even more reckless and determined to persevere in its fight for recognition, to the point of growing legs with naturally cleated feet in order to run into the fray more quickly. Its skin is now white-hot to the touch. There is an ancient proverb that comes to mind with this particular Pokémon: “The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long.”

This one isn't very deep. It's mostly just a natural progression from the first stage, the idea of combustion (which is why it takes after Awakened Hajime visually), and the manifestation of the above quote. Note the cleated feet, though...

Amphibguish: The Extinguishing Pokémon (Fire/Dark)

After reaching its evolutionary limits, Amphibguish has grown despondent and bored with the world around it. It no longer views other Pokémon as aspirational figures or challenges, merely as obstacles to be far-too-easily overcome. When confronted, it uses its scythe-like claws to snuff out its opponent without fuss. The wispy smoke that trails after it strikes fear into the hearts of even the bravest Pokémon champions.

Now this is a fun one! Amphibguish is, of course, based on Izuru Kamukura— but! It's also based on the hairy frog, also known as the horror frog. @anonymouslyangsty gave me the idea of the Hajime line being frog-based because of his stark metamorphosis, but I didn't know how Izuru's main distinctive physical feature (his long hair) would translate to the notably bare amphibians. Then, I remembered the horror frog and the hair-like structures on its body— turning that into smoke was a natural next move. You might notice that each stage is based on steps in the life of a flame: the initial spark, its burning, and lastly, its death. Because of its connection with death, Amphibguish also takes after the Grim Reaper, using another odd trait of the horror frog— it has retractable claws it makes by breaking its own toe bones. The indifference of death is akin to the indifference of Izuru Kamukura, and his indifference is, itself, rooted in the death of passion.

And finally, the Water starter!

Puplet: The Droplet Pokémon (Water)

Puplets are very shy Pokémon, unable to look most people or Pokémon in the eye. However, they are also very inquisitive, and holding their heads down low helps their moist noses pick up more scents. They often need a guiding hand and gentle encouragement to lead them down the right path.

And lastly, we have the Shuichi Pokémon. His sensitivity suits a Water type well to me, very Sobble-core. A dog Pokémon is a natural fit for a detective as well. I think it would be based on a toy longhaired breed in appearance, like a shih tzu. I like to imagine it having a big waterdrop as an ahoge, maybe based on the little ponytails that dogs like that often sport to keep hair out of their eyes.

Floodhound: The Surging Pokémon (Water)

Gaining more confidence upon evolution, Floodhounds will thoroughly investigate any new area they find themselves in. The seafoam that crests their long ears traps odors and microscopic samples of dirt within its bubbles, giving it a detailed reference to draw upon later. Due to this, they are often given as presents to very messy children.

Despite the name coming from bloodhound, I imagine it takes after another hound— the Afghan hound— in appearance. Long, literally flowing-like-water hair is a theme here. I'll expand on that in the notes on the final evolution.

Tsudoggi: The Torrential Pokémon (Water/Rock)

A Floodhound is said to become a Tsudoggi when it pursues the truth too eagerly, the sights it has seen driving it mad. The sediment it picks up along the way builds up and hardens into sturdy stone paws, and its fur grows out into massive, frothing waves. It will not back down from where it stands, no matter who or what may batter it.

This final form is based on the ketos, a fearsome sea monster from Greek and Etruscan mythology. Usually, it's depicted as just a plain old sea serpent, but there are some descriptions of it that say it has a greyhound head on a whale or dolphin-like body, so we're drawing from that. The addition of the Rock type is inspired by how it was defeated by Perseus in myth (at least, one version of the myth): he uses the head of Medusa to turn it to stone. Sometimes, in (particularly nihilistic) literature, Medusa is used as a symbol for painful truths of our reality that we avert our gazes from to avoid our existential dread (mental petrification, if you will). I think that interpretation works well with the whole "truth vs. lies" theme V3 had.

Feelings of pointlessness are pertinent to the line's overall inspiration as well: the concept of a shaggy-dog story. A shaggy-dog story is a type of joke that preys on an audience's expectations of narrative. The teller will ramble a long-winded, tangent-riddled anecdote, only to end it with a complete anticlimax. The archetypal shaggy-dog story is about a man seeing an advertisement for a missing shaggy dog who happens to find one of a similar description and sets out to reunite it with its owner for the reward money. All sorts of things are supposed to happen on the journey— I remember a version I heard had the guy somehow get caught up in some gang business and get shot and bleed out on the owner's doorstep with the dog. No matter those details, the story always ends the same: the owner opens the door, takes one look at the dog, and says, "Oh, my dog is shaggy, but not THAT shaggy." and shuts the door in the man's face (or his corpse, I guess, if you heard the version I did). This structure is echoed in Tsudoggi's subversion of the typical "shy first stage to confident final stage" Pokémon evolutionary line narrative, wherein it becomes more confident only to immediately regress into another, even worse off sad sack. And... I feel like I don't need to explain how this all relates to V3, do I?

There's also one more aspect of Tsudoggi's design that I want to highlight, and that's its relation to the starter theme. The theme for this starter trio is psychopomps, spirits that escort recently deceased souls to the afterlife. I thought it would be morbidly appropriate for Pokémon based on the characters who guide their respective groups to the truth of the deaths around them (before handing one over for a death sentence). The relationship of an angel and the Grim Reaper to such a concept doesn't need explanation, but the ketos might. In Etruscan mythology, since the trip to the Underworld was believed to be a sea voyage, sea creatures (including ketos) were thought of as gaurdians for the departed on their journey.

[lemonberyy]

while im here actually. art dump

bloodswap human Calliope, one with makeup and one without. because i CAN suckers. isn't she silly? And a little ominous? A touch murder-y?

this one is her cherubic design! i put a lot of thought into the references i can make with her outfit. Namely though, I wanted to kind of make it look like a complete mish-mash of several inspirations from LE, haute couture, alt callie, and a few other bloodswap designs I'm familiar with. She's the LADY OF SPACE! Referred to as Her Grace of Space. The Goddess of Vast Light. She isn't exactly going to be subdued in her look. She wants everyone to look upon her with immediate recognition, and following it will be fear.

This one I JUST finished. Like last night at eleven pm just finished. Rendering my beloathed... This is inspired by song lyrics from Circle With Me by Spiritbox and Cyberhex by Motionless In White. I really like the idea of the imagery of Callie consuming the Green Sun. It's striking!

this is calamity in fantasystuck. she in fact compl abhors this dress . No cheek nonsense because TECHNICALLY she's dragonborn but i cannot draw dragons. I have one setting. It's cherubim.

this one is from a post canon au. i have a bazillion words as to how caliborn is on earth c it's all headcanon but it's all good and silly and he is Short and she is Tall (i also have a bazillion words for why Callie is able to start maturing properly post canon)

you know what, past me? this is my post! im gonna put all two-bazillion words on here actually. what am i thinking hehe? my post is a place for my words. silly joan!

So, for why Caliborn is on Earth-C. I honestly had fun rationalising this one!

For one, Caliborn is very, very cold. Another thing is that- I don't think cherubim were meant to go into black holes. I'm pretty sure that, while yes they mate near them, I don't think they fall in. It's something I feel is just something that doesn't happen. So cal being trapped within one is notable. But, we aren't talking about Caliborn being trapped! We're talking about him getting out.

Honestly if he were to tell it, he'd say he "FOUGHT TO GET OUT." or something. But the truth is he fractures,* his young body is rejected and he falls out. He retains only the passive effects of his godtier, like an understanding of timelines and being able to traverse them. But he has no control in this state.

*What do I mean by this? I basically think that he and le are seperate entities. In a lot of ways they literally are! Le is a combination of several souls and abilities and powers. He kinda reminds me of how the Condesce can learn all caste abilities. Caliborn has the abilities and knowledge of several godtiers including his own complete mastery of time. So, when Caliborn falls out and onto Earth-C, it's just a fraction of his soul and body. He's young again because it's a portion of his (falsely) mature body and he's very weak because it's only a portion of his soul. The rest is in the black hole. And due to some fuckery, he can feel it too. It's cold. He's constantly dizzy and disoriented. He is especially unnerved by this because cherubim are... this incredible species. He feels sick without context for what illness feels like. It's a pretty terrible experience for him but he's at least well enough to still be terrible to everyone.

Now for Callie. Honestly this is one is more simple. Her life ring fills her body with the very force of life! She may not have predominated, but she is full to bursting of more than enough energy for her body to age correctly. She can grow wings, become much taller, and toned. She doesn't really understand it yet but she really likes walks and runs because it's her body telling her to exercise and maintain her muscle mass.

alt callie...... 🥰 that's all send tweet

this is a magical girl au. one with her soul gem and one without. i have a bazillion words on all the symbolism here actually. For one I made her wish to be beautiful, which is why her face and everything is very Pretty and Sculpted and Lovely. Secondly though. Her soul gem, the space symbol in her birthmark, is a whole thing. She thinks her birth mark is a blemish on her looks, and seeing it not only A) remain after her wish and B) be her weakest point in a battle felt kinda like a slap in the face. (However it couldn't be erased because she Does like it. She just doesn't quite realise that). ALSO the space-looking symbol behind her? It's not Space! It's void, but she's FILLING IN THE SPACE... it's also Roxy's pink! They r soon to be dating... fills the void in her heart? Eh? Eeh?

anyways. uhhh homestuck cherubim are ok i guess

[asperants]

without warning, hands clap down over hortensia's eyes. "got you!! hehe, i finally found you."

then they release, and the perpetrator appears around to the front to reveal sparkling opals and a cherubic face that brightens, if possible, even more as it trail down from the top of the princess to the rest of her. "oh. my gosh, hortensia, i adore your outfit. of course, leave it to elusia's cutest princess to look no less than the best on a day like this! the capelet is such a good touch, and the layering of these ruffles?"

attention lifts again to her face and a hand extends boldly and eagerly. "rosado here, reporting for duty! you'll give me your hand for my vine of course, won't you?"

"y–eeep!"

Between the emotional rollercoaster that had been speaking with King Diamant alongside finding out so many of her classmates had leveled up their cuteness score significantly maybe she was off her game? Oh, but the party was just getting started – as soon as her captor lets her spin around and speak her mind she will really let them have it.

Oh, it was just Rosado. That was fine and explained it then.

Wait.

"Rosado?! Omigosh, did you just get here? Right on time too since it seems this a first of a kind for Garreg Mach!"

She twirls around to give Rosado a better show of her outfit once he comments upon it, smiling all the while: "right?! The boutiques here are actually quite good, I was impressed. Oh but Rosado - you've out done yourself too, you know! Is that an original?"

Before they can get too distracted Rosado reminds her of the other aspect to this dance party. She'd nearly forgotten! It seemed like the type of game Rosado would enjoy though so she happily agrees, taking his hand in hers with a curtsy.

"But of course. This magic," she says, watching as earth and air intermingle before giving them each their respective bloom, "I've never seen anything like it before!"

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Psychometry i want to hear about any trinkets!!!!

👤 Psychometry: What is your OC’s most prized possession? What’s the history behind it?

okay so <3 let's talk about Harrison's guardian angel necklace bc it matters sooo much (and for some reason it's the one piece of OC jewelry I don't own???). In Moth Work, I randomly gave him a necklace and then it turned into a multi-book symbol!

some fun lore before I get into it is that this was lowkey inspired by my kindergarten teacher who used to collect guardian angel pins/brooches!

under the cut because this got autistic and long <3 !! hehe

OKAY SO! It's a small pendant of an angel/cherub though it's described a little inconsistently lol so idk what it looks like (when *I* eventually get one it'll look like That). Originally I described it as a "small wire angel inlaid with the grain-sized opal" which is CUTE but I also describe it with tiny crystals on the wings & in chapter 13 Harrison throws it so hard one of them falls off lollll.

THE LORE is that his mother Suzanna gave it to him (.......... before she abandoned him OOOF) & it's his prized possession! This bit from Feeding Habits explains that history:

Prayer sent him nothing when Suzanna slipped into his room past midnight when everything had settled, kissed him on the forehead. Nothing when she pushed a small golden chain under his pillow for him to and have that be the only thing he’d ever find of her for a decade and a half.

So Harrison really associates that angel not only as a gift from his mother but AS his mother because it's the only thing he had of her for a long time. He wears it under his shirt before he gives it to Lonan at the end of the book (though in SV he keeps it lol like he went "nah it's mineee"), though it exchanges between them a couple times. First time that happens is when Harrison leaves it in his jacket pocket and then Lonan robs him & takes the jacket :) (dw harrison robs him back in fh) & doesn't realize the angel's in there.

From there, it gets STOLEN when Lonan gets beat up by a guy after he unwittingly sleeps with his wife (lol the moth work/feeding habits lonan plots are soooo wild which is probably why hallowed bodies is boring it's BALANCE). This is context of the Lonan Beat Up art:

“I’ll leave,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Blood from his eye makes him see only in red. “Just give me back the jacket and the necklace.” When the man raises his fist again, Lonan cringes into the wall and shakes his head. “Please. They belong to a friend.”

*a friend* bomBASTIC side eye

Lonan actually feels sooooo bad about losing BOTH iconic harrison paraphernalia, though he and Eliza manage to get them back later in the book. Lucky thing that he continues to wear them after this because Suz (who doesn't know him) sees him at a hospital and recognizes the angel and is like... bro you're not my child!! And Lonan's like ohhhh christttt that's my boyfriend's mommmm!!

She stares at him unashamedly, outlining each ridge of eyelash, jaw. Her eyes are a damp brown, something glittering in them like an unturned landmine. At first, he doesn’t react when she grabs the guardian angel. She thumbs the gem, stroking it carefully, and it’s only when she covers it with her palm like she’s suffocating it that he yanks away and cups it with his own palm.

At one point ELIZA starts wearing the angel necklace (because..... we can make assumptions) & is actually wearing it when Harrison finds Lonan again in part 3 after having the time of his life with Jeremiah:

He’s been staring at her for an hour, but only notices the necklace at this point. The gold chain shimmers under her collar, and a miniature figure presses through her scrubs when she leans forward on her knees. “That’s mine,” he says, reaching for it. Before he can touch the chain, Eliza’s grabbed his hand and pushed it away. The dusty turquoise of her scrubs makes her look even redder with anger. “Your necklace? That’s mine.”

She gives it back to him from there and he wears it for like a couple hours before he and Suz have the argument of the century & he does the aforementioned throwing.

But but but when Lonan takes Harrison to The Beach (very vague location loollll) to calm him down he HAS IT!! Love a man who collects his bf's possessions of the ground <3

“This got me out of a lot of trouble.” Lonan closes his hand around the pendant. It’s only when he pulls his hand back that Harrison realizes he’s been holding his since they first sat down—the absence of it cold and sudden. Lonan undoes the clasp, and drapes the chain around Harrison’s neck, so the pendant hits his breastbone.

He wears it for the rest of the book before he gives it to Lonan at the very end when he knows he is Done and Leaving lol

He almost says something but catches himself. He knows whatever he will say will keep him here, in this sun, on this barstool, reading the newspaper about moths, sitting next to Lonan, drinking his tea, never knowing what flavour it is. Harrison inhales, and on his exhale, unclasps the chain and drapes it around Lonan’s throat.

Anyway so from then on Lonan wears it! Harrison doesn't canonically take it back! I'm not sure if he would. Maybe I should write MW 3 to find out :))) this is them talking about it though when they first reunite!

“Are you wearing my necklace?” Harrison asks. His voice is dampened by the snow ledged against the windows. The pendant’s gone from coast to coast, seen things even Harrison hasn’t. Lonan doesn’t move. His eyes remain closed. He fidgets with the angel, says, “Yes.” “Why?” “If you want it back, I’ll give it to you.” “That’s not why I’m asking.”

So that's the story of the angel necklace! I actually don't know how Suzanna herself got it since it is hers, but I'd assume it was a gift or also passed down to her.

Anyway it basically looks like this!

this was fun!!!

[sungtaro]

Hii it's teubunn here, how you've been? I've been busy with uni and I will be for a while but! I wanted to ask. Since I'm still not that good at remembering the members and also so I could get to know them better- maybe u can tell me some things to know abt each member (or some of them if u want). Like one of those unhelpful guide to videos lol. maybe ur fave physical features and fave personality trait of theirs🥺 idk I think it'll be cute and also like it's so hard to get into a group that's not active so I'm hoping they cb soon. ur mv gif series is so cute btw!!! 🐇🐇💌

hiii bestie 💖 i hope that you're not working yourself too hard at uni ! this is so cute i'd love to give it a go hehe, i'll put in gifs i've made with them all too ... i ended up writing idek what for all of them LOL so i hope it helps 🥹 i also recommend this old but good 'who's who' video it's from ILY era so they look like babies but i think a lot of it is still true and funny; if you have more time and want something more recent this video is amazing for getting to put names to faces! anyways ... the eri version of unhelpful guide below the cut LOL

choi hyunsuk: 1/2 leaders and the oldest. his representative animal is hedgehog (after his jikjin era hedgehog haircut lol) and one thing about choi is he WILL cry. he's a super softie and is totally the group's mom lol my fave Choi Crying moment was when they surprised him for his birthday while filming tmap ! he's a short king and has the cutest nose

park jihoon: 2/2 leaders and my best friend (real). his representative animal is puppy (formerly panda but he rly wanted to be a puppy lol) and he's super playful and affectionate with the members, def the dad of mom and dad, and a total power extrovert. killer smile and super cute beauty mark under his eye on his cheek !

kanemoto yoshinori (yoshi): he is a human marshmallow ... very distinct rap voice (all the rappers have unique tones and voices imo) and he's got a recognizable birthmark on his chin ! looks like an anime protagonist come to life honestly. his animal is a tiger. he's soft spoken but when he warms up he's also rly playful especially with hyunsuk hehe

kim junkyu: MEME BOY literally so introverted that it's not even funny lol he hates leaving his room and he will wear the same hoodie and sweatpants every day of his life. his animal is a koala but he's strong on his catboy agenda like he is meowing left and right these days idk also for a while he was known as being the most like 'yg type' of the group whatever that means ! known for his broad shoulders and generally 'good' proportions, again whatever that means . also never dyes his hair

yoon jaehyuk: my angel on earth never not making a kissy face. his animal is a lion and you will pretty much always find him with asahi and/or jeongwoo. apparently he was street cast by like 7 different companies bc he's so handsome, so he chose yg and just like . learned to dance and sing a few months before they put him through ygtb hell ... genuinely just so sweet and soft he always has his arm around whoever is next to him i cry

hamada asahi: looks like a cat but his 'animal' is a robot haha. he's trsr's resident quirky guy and will just do the most random funny things, but he's also a soft spoken sweetheart who is mega talented as a musician/producer and also visual artist. he's come out of his shell a ton over the years we're so proud ... his best look imo is his platinum blonde hair during ILY era. he's got the smudged lipstick in the mv SO iconic

kim doyoung: little prince .. he rly looks like a little cherub to me. his animal is a rabbit (like you!). dobby is a little corny imo like he will just say the cheesiest pick up lines and wink at u but he's being so serious 😭 it's really cute haha. he's also just super sweet and attentive. some ppl say he and junkyu really look like twins but i've never seen it

watanabe haruto: the tallest member! and also the deepest voice lol. he was formerly an alpaca but he changed to a butterfly (nabi is butterfly in korean so i believe it's a play on his last name). tutu seems really cool but he's actually really soft and thoughtful.

park jeongwoo: my annoying little brother (real). also MAIN VOCAL ! his animal is a wolf. the other members hype him up for being handsome hehe bc i think for a while he was really insecure 🥲 he's got so much energy and is often seen messing around w his favorite hyungs, esp jaehyuk and asahi.

so junghwan: our super king cow baby <3 his animal is of course a cow (so means cow). he's also one of the tallest members haha and i don't think he really acts like a maknae, jeongwoo is much more like 'typical' maknae behavior, junghwan is a bit more reserved and pretty responsible imo so he doesn't really take advantage of being the baby. but it comes out and is really cute haha (he's been known to fall asleep while studying on camera 😭)

takata mashiho (former): pocket size main dancer beloved i miss u ... he was also the only one who could really cook so i hope everyone is eating okay now lol. very CUTE but also like one of the absolute most responsible members

bang yedam (former): pd bang u will always be famous ... just absolute main slayer vocalist and songwriter, cute curly hair and super handsome. one of the more down to earth energies of the group too

[rozyrne]

just getting to listen to goldmary again is already amazing. even if it's too bad they're in different houses, with the way she describes the black eagles, it makes sense — and she's right; it totally fits her look better ( he'd avoided it cause he'd heard all the hard workers were over there, and their house leader was kind of a stickler. the last thing he needed was pressure to get his scores up or anything like that ).

and goldmary on a pegasus? now that, he's gotta see. he'd have to challenge her to a race sometime when she got the hang of being in the air, see who was faster, carmilla or her horse on wings. he and hortensia used to go neck & neck when she'd take him up on his little contests. ( back when she used to do stuff like that, anyway. )

and speaking of brodia, that's what enbarr kind of reminded him of! he'd thought the straight stone streets and imposing, grandiose architecture rung a bell somewhere. that figures. "yeah, training's always kind of a bummer. but i guess if we both want to be tough enough for hortensia, it's a must. i can't wait for her to get here and see how much stronger we've gotten! hehe, she'll be so surprised, don't you think?"

they start ambling by any number of roadside stalls — it looks like they've wandered into some commercial district; eateries line them on both sides, sandwiched between boutiques and other services. the inviting smell of something sweet-sour and delicious drifts in from somewhere, making his mouth water, and he starts scanning for its source while starting to answer goldmary ( "oh, golden d—" ) until the leaning weight on his arm pulls his attention to her completely, and cherubic features brighten with a happy laugh.

"aww, of course we will! no way i'd just abandon you like that." hands on hips, confident head tilt, sashay of periwinkle locks. and then, more levelly: "i'm pretty sure not all classes are separated by house, so sticking together shouldn't be hard! flight practice for sure if you're serious about that pegasus ♫ "

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