#heavenly gradient

[deximexi]

”Contrast”

(Should I make a Demonic Gradient? Lmao) (Edit: made it )

[heavenlygradient]

are yuo gay

[deximexi]

yes, yes they are

I saw you were asking for more gradient ocs and uh..I have this dumb fellow—

they would probably ruffle your hair

is this guy jaundiced

[iloveabortions]

Ann Demeulemeester: Spring/Summer (2012)

[flesh-cousin]

sends a pleasant gradient to your location 👍

“ Pleasantries from sunset to night are go heavenly colored. ”

[deximexi]

I love how you drew them rrraahghgh‼️‼️❤️

Thank you so much! And it's okay, the wings look great!! ^_^

I think if the two interacted, there would be a 50—50 chance of them getting into a fight, I dunno. Haha. ❤️

Hello! Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I'd love to see this goober in your style. And possibly even interacting with Evil Gradient? (if that's ok)

Thanks!

im not sure why i put actual effort into it considering i dont even do that for my own characters LMAOOO

and i waznt actually sure how to make them interact but i did this thing

uuhmmm anyway ur oc (?) is super duper cool and i think theyd either get along really well with EVIL GRADIENT or it would hate their gutz

(also i ahve no idea how to draw wingz i am SO SORRY)

[deximexi]

Heavenly gradient shows up at your front door, what you do?

[heavenlygradient]

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[unfinished-dream]

i think i finally got it! angels of the dawn and dusk. names yet unknown. I got possessed by the spirit of the UFO artwork and music of the title screen and vibed my way into something i really like actually

older sister has a morning glory on her head and probably smells like clean linen. really likes coffee. very gentle and merciful. memories of waking up early as a child and the country air being so pure and clean, and the woods being slightly fogged over as I sit on the porch swing in my pajamas, listening to the birds. She has thick fabric covering most of her wings because they emit so much holy light that any onlooker would be blinded and any yokai would be driven away.

The younger sister is associated with nettles and branches (particularly inspired by the appearance of them in the MLP au by missgendered, how they're silhouetted and creepy). she probably smells like the embers of a campfire. memories of watching the gradient of the sun set with the silhouette overlay of the bare trees at the cusp of winter. It's chilly, but the warmth family makes it worthwhile. She has a thin veil of fabric over the shining part of her wings because they don't shine with that much holy light, but what's there could still harm an onlooker.

they both live in a large mansion estate in the clouds to mirror the other two sisters. The Shining Silence Manor is always pristine and just being there makes you feel refreshed and warm inside. The air inside the estate is a bit cold and humid because of being so high up in the clouds, but being there for an extended time is said to clear toxins from your system and your mind, making it incredibly sought after for meditation and those seeking a therapeutic refresh. Since hermits have access to their own spacial gap and follow strict rules, the sisters' help is largely unneeded, but respected. The interior of the estate reflects the time of day well, and the energy inside changes accordingly.

It is surrounded in a haze that is choking and poisonous to dark youkai and those with bad intentions. It requires a great deal of magic to reach for humans and ghosts. it might remind one of the difficulty of passing through makai, just with a light and pure energy instead of a dark, oppressive one. It's easy to reach for hermits, celestials, and kami, depending on their domain. Shinigami are allowed through by default. Fairies often do not have enough magical energy to come through on their own, and the sisters consider many of them to be "outside noise." The haze surrounding the mansion hides and protects it.

The mansion's main attendant besides the sisters creates a kind of drink mix imbued with heavenly energy to leave its consumer feeling clean and good, the "shining silence brew." It tastes something between coffee and tea. (She may or may not have a massive crush on sakuya.)

[deximexi]

aww they’re so cute in this style ^_^

Thank you so much, I adore this (yes. I will hold onto this FOREVER)

I saw your post on the gradient drawings and I was wondering if you'd like to draw my silly? Possibly just waving? (you don't have to do this if you don't want to! ^_^)

YES!!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!!! I even gave em a lil halo cuz.. angle.... I feel SO blessed..

[satoruzlove]

I absolutely loved your off-season Sakusa fic! I was hoping if you could do something where he accidentally stumbles across something he thinks you'd like but he's on strict orders to not get anything more but he ends up getting it.

It's totally fine if you don't want to! Have a lovely day! (Stay hydrated and eat real, healthy food <33)

ooooo anon this is so cute !! and thank you for being so sweet , you take good care of yourself okay? kisses <3 [ this is my first req and i smiled so bad when i saw it bwhdjsjwkfjje ANYWAYSSS]

SAVING GRACE

[ K. SAKUSA. ]

your raven haired boyfriend’s eyes were heavy with boredom as he leaned against his trolly. you had given him a list of things to get , and only one instruction. do not splurge. kiyoomi thought he could, no, knew he could adhere to that. he wasn’t a child. so here he was in the toiletry aisle, eyes flitting across the tall and neatly packed shelves looking for the shampoo that was on your list. he let out a little ‘ah’ in satisfaction when he found it.

his legs felt heavy against the semi-sticky floors of the shop, shoes dragging against them when he made his way to get the last item-some deodorant.he needed some too, and seeing as he loved smelling good he knew where it was all too well. kiyoomi made a beeline for the section but stopped when a sweet, floral aroma hit his nose.

his eyebrows raised for the first time since he had entered the shop. head whipping around, he spotted a booth and immediately trotted towards it. a lady sat behind it, and as she spotted your boyfriend she smiled. “hello , sir! would you like to-“,” what is that?” kiyoomi doesn’t allow her to finish. he must know the name of this heavenly aroma. she was taken aback slightly , but answered kindly nonetheless. “ it’s our new fragrance, it’s called grâce salvatrice,” the word rolled off her tongue beautifully, kiyoomi thought. he pondered momentarily- his lips pursed beneath his black mask. “ what does that.. mean?” he enquired softly. the lady smiled at him once more, “saving grace, sir.”

kiyoomi would’ve never liked that scent before he met you. it was sweet, too welcoming and far too warm for his liking but it reminded him of you. the warmth and sickening feeling of security he first felt when he inhaled your scent. it buzzed in his ears and sent blood to his head. this scent reminded him of you for two reasons , first being that it was sweet, second was it’s name.

saving grace , the words echoed in his head as he checked out, holding not one but two bottles of the liquid in his hands. he thought about your strict instructions, ‘ only the list, ‘kay?’ you had said. he was in for a lecture. it didn’t matter though. the man knew that you were soft and if he so much as pouted at you just right, that you’d forget yourself. that always happens . he knows this because you do the same damn thing to him every time.

saving grace , he mumbles, his thick finger tips brushing the engraved words across the form of the glass bottle. it was round, a spout that look similar to a caterpillar and had a green gradient rising from the bottom.

saving grace, he thinks as he drives. why did this remind him of you so feverishly ? it took him a moment until he realised. all of a sudden he was back in college.

kiyoomi was standoffish and cold to the naked eye. the uneducated and untrained eye. not yours, though. it took a few months but once you had melted the tough, stainless steel exterior known as sakusa kiyoomi he knew he was done for. it started with the sparkle of your eyes as you looked at him or the warmth in his chest when you spoke - the little things that he so desperately tried to push away. it suffocated him at first. it snuck into his mouth and clogged his airways, infesting his lungs, his heart and when he thought he couldn’t take it; it hit him.

just breathe.

and when he did; all he smelt was you. your kindness, your understanding of his small social battery and the undying love you held for him. it consumed him, and he embraced it. you saved kiyoomi from a life of solitude that he thought he needed. that he yearned for until you. that’s why this simple, measly scent reminded him of you.

saving grace , he thinks as he comes in and unpacks with you. at first you sigh happily when you see no out of the ordinary items. you believe that he’s actually done what he’s told for once.

saving grace , he thinks when you groan at him as he explains that you shouldn’t be so happy yet. when he pulls out the box holding the bottles. you sigh a , ‘ and here i thought you were learning, ‘ but you still look curious.

you open the box, french words tumbling from your beautiful lips and the aroma invading his senses as you spritz some onto your wrist. the smile you sport with shut eyes is enough to make him fall for you all over again, and the ‘ omi, this smells amazing. thank you!’ prompts him to do so.you hug him.

saving grace , the only words on his mind as you hug his waist in gratitude. kiyoomi inhales and smells it all over again. you. the peace he’s always needed.

[violetlunette]

This image is based on the reunion of Fievel and his father in an American Tail. (If you haven’t heard of it, go watch it and enjoy 80s G, f*ckers sweet darlings. Anyway, the gist is that father and son were separated, and after several just turn your head to left dammit moments, they’re reunited. This made me think of a scenario where Lilia takes Silver on a trip with him to see a doctor. However, while they’re on the boat, it’s attacked by a sea beast, and somehow Silver is washed overboard. Silver makes it to shore and spends a long time searching for his father. Lilia believes Silver is dead, so hunts the wizard who sent the beast for revenge. After several trials and just turn to left moments, Lilia and Silver are reunited.

Anyway, I tried to capture the heavenly gold, but don’t think I succeeded. Oh, well. Still looks nice. Fun fact, Lilia’s colors are based on Flora’s from Sleeping Beauty, and Silver’s outfit is based on Aurora’s. Lilia’s hair dye was supposed to be red, but I liked the gradient better. Anyway, I hope you all like this!

[venturethighs]

I made it fantasy AU because my brain is absolutely corrupted with it still. Sorry! 🫠

Also, sorry this took so long! I made it a little extra lengthy to make up for that. My brain is still recovering from October.

Reader is feminine and AFAB + uses she/her pronouns ft. AFAB!Venture love!

No warnings except for unwanted advancements, but the person gets their shit kicked in. God bless you butch Venture! 🤤

You let the fire flicker against the tip of the incense sticks dug into the sandy offering dish. A gentle scent of rose and vanilla wafts through the air of your bedroom. It soon becomes alive with spirits of beauty– your hair is being done up by unseen hands with gems and glitter while your is face being painted with ethereal makeup. Your skin faintly glimmers from the cream you use after your nightly bath. You're nothing short of majestic.

When all is said and done the spirits vanish back through the veil. Now, all that's left is to get dressed.

You take your time draping your body in your usual work clothing: flowing, airy attire with an erotic flair. Tonight you were wearing a shorter chiffon dress in a gradient of autumn colors combined with golden decorated cuffs for your wrists and ankles. A matching arm veil trails behind your figure while your feet are adorned in the nicest (and comfortable) sandals you have.

You smell of heavenly florals– a nice top off to the mystical nymph you appeared to be.

Then, off to work it was.

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You had your usual amount of patrons– not too many to keep you overworked, but not too few to keep you underwhelmed. Many of them are local workers that tavern crawl whenever they're let off of their daily grinds.

You're back in the kitchen preparing multiple steins of alcohol for a new group that just stumbled through the door. Hearth spirits work hard to keep the food warm in the meantime. You place all the drinks on your serving tray on autopilot, and through the kitchen door you go.

You give them all the usual warm "Welcome!" and serve them exactly what they're looking for. They thank you, watching as you disappear once again into the warm and lively kitchen. Another waitress takes their order and brings back the slip of paper to the order window. Your body mindlessly begins preparing it as if it was second nature.

More customers come in.

Your coworkers take care of it.

You continue on your with business.

Another paper gets pinned to the line. A woman takes a serving tray you prepared and goes to deliver everything. Your hands take another one from the pile and begin working on the newest orders that come in. Every so often your eyes glance towards the clock to check the time.

It's 8:20 PM. Your beloved gets here at around 9.

You like to set out their food about ten minutes prior to when they arrive so it's still relatively fresh. There was always a post-it note attached with their name on it so everyone knew who it was for– and no one dare deliver it other than you.

The bells on the door jingle once again. A lone person comes in, clearly exhausted.

"Welcome!" You call out, bringing them alcohol.

He looks at you with the grumpiest scowl you'd ever seen. He says nothing, simply picking up the container and downing what he could of the crimson liquid.

'Tough crowd I guess.' You think to yourself.

"[Y/N]?" One of your coworkers turns to you, with her hands literally quite full.

"Yes?" You answer.

"Can you get the order for this one? I'm still busy–" She stumbles, but she catches herself gracefully enough.

The table she's waiting on cheers as she saves their food and drinks.

'Aww man...'

"Yes, I can do it." You smile.

"Thanks!" She returns one back to you.

You approach the table of the disgruntled man yet again. He raises an eyebrow– you get a good look at him. Even his appearance has anger written into it. Whoever he was, you don't want to deal with him for very long.

"Hello! May I take your order?" You brandish a piece of paper and pen.

You put on the kindest face you can.

"More alcohol." He replies in a gruff voice.

'That's a given.' You comment in the back of your mind.

"O-okay!" You nod. "Anything else?"

"Yeah." He takes another swig.

You write down everything he says with a genuine hurry. Perhaps he could see the sweat dripping down your forehead, but he chuckles after he's finished.

"I'll be right out!" You run off to the kitchen.

You wipe your head with your forearm and take a deep breath in.

"That guys scary..." You say in a hushed tone.

"Maybe he just had a bad day?" A coworker points out.

"I hope that's it." You passively reply.

Your eyes dart back up the clock. 8:45 PM. Time to start preparing the usual.

You take a small sticky note and write their name in your fancy handwriting, completed with a heart. You set the plate on the waiting tray and stack it with their normal order. It now sits in the corner of the kitchen next to the brick oven stove to keep warm.

"Here's order number 263!" Your coworker passes you the tray and you haul it over your shoulder.

You felt something dreadful pooling in the bottom of your stomach.

Out the door yet again.

"Here's your order!" You grin, setting everything down on the wooden table before him.

"Took you long enough." He deadpans.

'Excuse you?!'

You swallow the frustration and place down more alcohol as the final touch. He laughs with his whole chest afterwards.

"You know what? You're pretty cute." He snickers. "Now get out of my face."

You say nothing.

8:57 PM.

When the main entrance door opens again, relief floods through your entire body.

"[Y/N]!" That familiar voice calls. "Looking lovely as usual, I see!"

Your heart flutters like a caged bird. Their arms wrap around your waist and pull you in for a hug as well as a kiss to your cheek.

"Your usual?" You look up at them with metaphorical hearts in your eyes.

"Yes please!" They grin, only pulling away to take a seat at their usual table.

"Who's brave enough to date a tavern whore?" The man scoffs.

Their head snaps back. They didn't see who exactly made the comment. The only thing that keeps them from opening their mouth is your reappearance with their food.

"Here you are, sweet pea." Your face practically hurts from smiling.

All the unpleasantness of the evening simply melts away in their presence.

"Need me to feed you?" You lean in and grab their chin playfully. "You must be so tired~!"

"Only if you're not busy!" They reply.

You had some luck– your coworkers absolutely envied your relationship, but they also secret rooted for it considering just how adorably mushy it was. No one minded taking care of things considering your shift was up in an hour anyway.

"I can make some time!" You place a kiss to their lips.

You take a seat next to them. A hand reaches out to grab a slice of bread–

"Hey, waitress!" The man calls out.

A grimace appears on your face for a slight second.

"Yes?" You turn to him.

"Refill." He demands.

You turn back around and sigh.

"I'll be right back." You nuzzle your beloved, rushing off to the kitchen to fill another stein to its metal brim.

Once more you greet the displeased man and place the mug down on his empty table. All of his plates had been cleared except for one.

"Can I take these for you?" Your voice was a tad too gentle for your liking.

"You can."

You reach over and gather all the used silverware before placing it atop an empty plate. As soon as you turn away, his hand reaches out and nudges against your hips. A squeak of surprise has the surrounding tables swiveling to face you. Unfortunately for you, Sloan misses it again.

He waits for attention to die down before humiliating you once more.

"What're you waiting for?" He taps your ass harder this time. "Get going."

"Please don't do that–" It's near impossible to speak up for yourself in this moment.

"Why? All you tramps aren't loyal. Don't like it? Don't work here." He verbally spits. "Besides, you must like the attention if you dress like that."

You're stunned into absolute silence.

"Must be the only job you can get, since you gotta be crawling with diseases..." He adds.

Part of you is trembling in rage, the other half in fear.

"Unless you'd like to prove me wrong?" He smiles.

In your stillness he reaches over and grabs the front of your silks.

"No–" You pull away, but he refuses to let go.

"Why not?" He asks. "You're cheap, aren't you?"

"That's– not true–" You choke. "I need to go to the kitchen now."

He lets you go this time. Never in your entire career had you made your way back to the kitchen so hastily. You dump everything into the sink haphazardly.

"Woah, what happened?" One of your coworkers asks.

"I don't want to talk about it." You state.

You shake your head.

Deep breaths.

From the waiting window you spy him still sitting there.

"I'm sure he'll be gone soon. Just ignore him." She advises.

So... you do. What else was there to do? Security wasn't present and everyone else was too drunk to deal with it.

"Sorry! I had to take care of something." You take another seat next to your beloved.

'Just ignore him.'

"Waitress–"

You lean into them with fear on your face. They instantly throw an arm around you and pull you close.

"Waitress!"

Their food sits untouched. They don't like to eat until you're sitting with them. Once more you somehow summon the ability to brush the man off. Your hand reaches out for a buttery slice of bread and you dip it in melted cheese with a shaking hand.

"You fucking slut!" He yells at the top of his lungs. "I'm talking to you!"

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The outside is thundering and lightning as rain soaks them to the bone. Yet, their flaming animosity knows no bounds. You sit inside huddling yourself for comfort as thoughts of anxiety race through your mind.

'What if they're in danger?'

Sloan had been in their fair share of fights before. Blood pours from their nose as they wipe it away on their sleeve. No words are exchanged, because whatever comes to mind would never match the unbridled fury burning inside their chest.

Between brutal punches and swings their shirt gets torn in the mix. The man fumbles for a minute before standing his ground once more.

"Y-you're a woman?" He sounds more confused now than anything.

"I'm not, actually." They use the distraction to knock him to the ground again.

A foot digs into his chest.

"You're lucky that my girlfriend is in there, or I'd kill you." They seethe.

A wicked grin crosses his expression.

"Your girlfriend, huh? How does it feel knowing she's sleeping with real men?" He verbally pokes them. "Getting all the dick you can't give her?"

A violent kick to the face is enough to shut him up momentarily. Then, the scuffle starts all over again.

"What's the matter? Mad because I'm telling the truth?" He growls.

"Not at all." They calmly reply.

It's hard to tell exactly what's going on in the downpour, but the side of their fist directly connects to his temple. Probably the luckiest shot they ever landed in the dead of night. It's enough force to knock him out cold until the guards get there. Their arm once more reaches up to dry their bleeding nose, and they head back inside with their victory.

The look on your face is pure terror.

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You're both back home with bagged up food in the dining room.

"Oh my God–" You continually dab their wounded forehead. "It finally stopped bleeding."

Sloan lays bandaged on your couch on top a pile of blankets and pillows. One eye is black and they're covered in scratches from head to toe– but at least they managed to spare their teeth another chip. A wrapped arm reaches up to cup the side of your worried face.

"You took your makeup off without me." They frown.

You sigh, reaching up to place a hand over theirs.

"Yes, I'm sorry. You were in and out of consciousness for a while. I almost called emergency mage services–" You catch yourself prattling and stop. "Ah– I'm just glad you're awake now."

Their playful frown instantly turns into a genuine smile.

"Is the food still warm?" They ask.

"I can heat it up, no worries." You assure them. "Are you hungry?"

"Little bit."

You help them sit up to the best of your ability. Piles of extra pillows prop up their form and you turn on the selenite television for them in the mean time. You stick three incense sticks into your offering bowl placed upon the kitchen altar. Spirits immediately begin to heat up their lukewarm food, instantly making it fresh again.

It takes under five minutes. Hearth magic truly was something else.

You grab a foldable table and set all their leftovers on top.

"Can you feed yourself, or do you want me to do it?" You take a seat next to them.

"Well, you know what I'm going to say." They answer.

"Mm– alright. Just for you." You place a kiss to their forehead.

Your hand hovers over the various foods available. It's almost near impossible to choose at first: cheese sauce and freshly baked bread, pizza stuffed fairy mushrooms, skewers with various vegetables interchanged with chicken, beef and pork and, of course, their favorite pumpkin spiced cake.

You decide to start with the entrée first.

"Do you want some bread or a stuffed mushroom?" You ask.

"Hm. Surprise me." They answer.

Your hand reaches for a pizza stuffed fairy mushroom. You hold it to their mouth and they devour it in one bite.

"I don't understand how you can fit that much food in there." You joke.

They laugh, then wince from pain.

"My mouth has to be good for something." They lean back into their mountain of pillows to relax.

You take a piece of bread and dip it up to your fingers in the cheese sauce.

"I promise that it's good for at least one thing." You place a kiss to their cheek as you feed them further.

A soft blush appears on their face. They flash you a cheeky grin.

For a while the two of you share your meal in silence with only the television for sound. You refuse to let them lift a muscle while they're under your care.

"I brewed you a little chai tea while I was waiting for you to wake up." You mention. "Extra regenerating."

You begin forking pieces of pumpkin cake off and let them sip at the potion you made.

"Good?" You wonder.

"Always."

You reach over to ruffle their espresso colored waves. The two of you slowly finish off the rest of the dessert while they rest up.

"Oh! Your eye's already healing!" You touch it with the most featherlight fingers. "Good!"

They reach for your hand and place a kiss to your knuckles.

"I love you so much." They confess.

You nuzzle them delicately. "I love you, too."

The words of the drunken man repeat relentlessly inside their brain. It makes their blood turn to ice– but they refuse to show it to you. Instead, they focus hard on your touches to distract themself.

"I love you." They reiterate.

"Love you too, my sweet pea." You place a kiss to their scuffed cheek. "To the moon and back."

They close their eyes and place your hand on the side of their face, leaning into the sensation. Your thumb softly wipes away a tear.

"You're crying." You lean in to kiss away more oncoming tears. "It's okay."

"It's not okay–" They sniffle and take a deep breath in. "I'm sorry you had to experience that."

More kisses.

"I'm here with you now." You remind them. "He can't hurt either of us anymore."

You cup their wet face with both of your hands.

"I'm okay. You're here, so I'm okay." You add. "I also won't let anyone hurt you."

Their arms reach to pull you into their toned form. A hand traces comforting circles on your back while they bury their face in your neck. It seems your potion may be working faster than anticipated at least. You're still extra careful not to put any extra weight on their body– but it's hard not to.

"Rest. I'll be right by your side." You promise.

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'Your girlfriend, huh? How does it feel knowing she's sleeping with real men?'

Sloan stares at the flowers growing on your ceiling.

'Getting all the dick you can't give her?'

Soft twinkles of silver glitter cover the surface like stars. Fresh air wafts in through the open window next to them and their eyes refuse to close. The curtain drifts aimlessly in the breeze as your sleeping body rests upon your bed in the next room. They promised they would join you soon, but it's been almost an hour and they still haven't moved.

It wasn't that they doubted your loyalty– quite the opposite. So, what was it that bothered them so much? They couldn't pinpoint it exactly. Was it the dick comment? The ugly names he called you? The diseases he accused you of having? You looked so sad when you told them that.

Ugh. It was time to go to bed.

They make their way into your shared bedroom and undress themself. All their bandages had been removed since their body was nearly recovered. No pants, no shirt, just comfortable boxers and the spiraling exhaustion from tonight's events. Little did they know, though, you're wide awake. You've been waiting for them all this time. Underneath the covers lay the little 'gift' the two of you bought at the mall the other day.

They look down at you– eye finally cleared of its bruising– and you look like such an angel. Their hand reaches out to part the translucent canopy curtains and they lay by your unclothed side.

Your eyes flutter open. Took them long enough!

"You're not asleep?" They look at you.

"It's hard to when you're not with me." You reach for their hand and clasp it.

"I'm sorry." They frown. "I should've come to bed earlier. I will next time."

You shake your head.

"It's okay." You assure them.

The two of you lay together in silence for a few minutes. You still feel the nudge of the covered silicone on your upper back.

"Are you feeling better? You certainly look like it." You point out.

"All thanks to you." They smile.

You nuzzle up to them and place a kiss to their lips. Their arms instantly wrap around your nude waist and hold you close.

"I'm glad. You'll tell me if you hurt anywhere, right?" You ask.

They nestle into your neck and place down multiple kisses.

"Of course, mi àngel."

They softly suckle on your supple skin. You feel yourself lightly melting from the sensation, their hands roaming slowly across your figure and filling their rough hands with as much of you they can grab.

"I've been waiting for this all night." They dreamily sigh. "You feel like heaven."

You let them hold you as close as they'd like. You're akin to a real teddy bear– soft, warm, comforting.

A soft giggle escapes your lips from their compliment.

"So cute–" Their words slip into their native tongue. "I love you so much."

Their hands slide down and massage your tired hips. Fingers dig into your flushed skin and lovingly spread you apart, your eyes squeezing shut as they tease you further.

"The sweetest cake of them all." They snicker. "Peach flavored."

"S-stop!" It's vulgar, but you can't help but smile. "You're so bad!"

"I love it when your juices drip down my face." They continue. "I could eat you over and over again."

You can't meet their warm, honey colored eyes. You're so, so embarrassed.

"What?" One of their hands move to guide your gaze back to theirs. "Can't handle the truth?"

"Y-you're just–" You get cut off.

"Just what? Beautiful? Gorgeous? Handsome? I know I am."

"You're a little too bold sometimes!" You grin from their cheekiness.

They certainly wouldn't be themself without it– it's a Sloan brand of smugness.

Their hands continue playing with your hips, cycling between softly jiggling them and squeezing them tight. Once more you hide your face out of shame by burying it in their exposed chest.

"So shy! There's nobody watching." They tell you. "I'm sure you'd put on a good show, though."

They pry you apart one more time before surprising you with a quick swat to the side of your ass. Your surprised squeak makes them chuckle.

"Y-you're not supposed to hit women, dummy!" You jovially chide them. "Haven't you learned your manners?"

Another slap lands right atop the first one. A whimper of excitement escapes your parted lips.

"Nope. I like watching your cute little butt bounce." They laugh as you cover your face with your hands.

So, so shameless.

"You have no filter!" You shake your head. "So vile! My poor, poor ears!"

Another laugh stirs from their chest. You sit yourself up and are caught off guard one more time as they switch from your ass to your breasts– apparently they're not done embarrassing you just yet.

"Oh, good! I haven't gotten to admire these!" They grin.

You open your mouth to reply, but their hands slide over the softened skin of your nipples and turn them hard as a result. The tip of their fingers brush against the aroused bud repeatedly and you arch into their touch with a content mewl.

"Such pretty sounds. You're practically purring, mi gatita." They focus on their handiwork for a little longer before pulling you back down.

They flip you over so that they're now topping you. Their mouth envelopes one of your breasts and coats it in their saliva– swirling their tongue all over before it exits with a pop.

"Guess that gets you quiet, hm?" You reach up to boop their cute nose.

"Mhm." They lean down again and give love to the other side.

Your eyes squeeze shut again as whimpers involuntarily echo inside your tightened throat. You arch into their affection and a hand gets busy where their mouth just was– using one half of you as a stress ball as their tongue remains busy on the other side. Your thighs squeeze shut as the sticky heat intensely kindles between them.

They place a kiss down your nipple after they're done.

"Just as sweet as your peach." They grin again, their hand now squeezing the flesh of your hips again.

The look on your face is priceless. Your expression is twisted in pleasure– eyebrows arched, eyes shut tight as your mouth lies agape swallowing audible breaths of air. They adjust themself once more and cup your face, placing down kisses across your sweating skin.

"Mi angelita..." They rub their nose against yours, speaking softly to you. "You deserve everything I can't give you."

Then, their arm lands on something hard underneath the blankets.

"Hm?"

Their curiosity gets the better of them. The covers are easily pushed aside to reveal the strap the two of you bought earlier that week.

"Oh!" Their eyes light up.

'Your girlfriend, huh? How does it feel knowing she's sleeping with real men? Getting all the dick you can't give her?'

All those discouraging thoughts disappear into thin air.

"I wasn't using it yet! I swear!" You jump to your own defense. "I was waiting for you!"

They place a kiss to your lips. Their underwear now lays forgotten on the rug below.

"I know, mi amor." They fit their legs in the harness and fasten it to themself. "I believe you."

Next goes in the strap, fitting perfectly through the hole. Then they dig through the nightstand to find the water element infused lubricant. They squeeze out a generous amount on their hands and rub them together.

"Mm– what if it still hurts?" You cast your gaze away as they hover over your form again.

"I'll get you nice and ready. I'll also go extra slow, okay?" They assure you.

You're quiet for a moment and mull over their words.

Then, you nod.

Your legs timidly open to welcome them in. Their slippery fingers eagerly dive between your slick covered folds only to discover you're plenty wet already.

"Oh, woah–" They mumble to themself. "I guess I'm pretty good at my job, huh?" They snicker.

Their words are brushed off as they trace tight circles against your swollen clit. You're lost in their handiwork, their callused fingers providing plenty of friction against the most sensitive part of you. Your toes curl in anticipation as you needily grind up against them. Once more their mouth wraps around one of your breasts as the cool silicone strap presses up against your lower half. They feel you begin to squirm underneath their toned figure, all the sounds you make encouraging them further.

Their fingers dip down and prod at your excessively dripping entrance. There's a little bit of resistance first– muscle clamping shut– and they massage around your hole to help you open up.

"Relax. Take a deep breath for me." Their breath is hot against your chest.

"I-it hurts–" You sniffle. "I'll try–"

"I know. You can do it, though. I know you can." They encourage you.

You take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. You relax just enough to let the tip of their index finger slide inside.

"You're doing good! Keep breathing!" They coax you further.

More focused breaths. The pressure around your entrance finally releases and they slide all the way inside.

"Does it still hurt?" They ask, crooking their finger and tapping against your tightened walls.

"N-no! Just... a little weird..." You answer.

They kiss you again. "It takes a little time to get used to."

Their finger wriggles about a little more before a second one eases its way alongside the first, stretching you out further and further. Now you can certainly feel something nudging against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves. An involuntary squeak escapes as they press up against it.

"It f-feels weird still!" You grasp onto the sheets below.

Their thumb brushes up against your pulsating core. Nervousness grows inside of you as try to remain in control. Your mind tries its hardest to focus on anything else– but the only thing you can think about is how there's two fingers buried hilt deep inside of you while a thumb works its magic.

Then, they pull out entirely. You take another deep breath of relief as your walls close up again.

"Are you ready?" They ask, aligning themself at your entrance.

Your legs nervously wrap around their hips and bring them closer.

"G-go slow!" You pout.

"I promised I would!" They remind you.

The cold, lube covered strap presses against your empty hole and slowly– delicately– presses itself inwards. You're a little surprised at how effortlessly the head sinks inside at first.

Just a little bit more to go.

You reach out for a hand to hold and they happily clasp it back. The other one remains firmly attached to your hip.

Slowly. Slowly– they're two inches in now.

"Doing okay?" They look up at you.

"Mm–mhm–!" You voice.

Your eyes are still squeezed shut as they insert another inch. A minute passes before they're able to get to four. You let their hand fall back to your side to steady themself again.

"Deep breaths."

Five.

...

Six.

They're finally sheathed all the way within, but there's little time to celebrate the victory. They pull out just a tad and reenter to test the waters.

"Good?" They ask, sweat dripping down their forehead.

"G-good!" You answer.

They continue lightly thrusting inside as you're once more stretched out completely. The ridges, bumps and edges present on the surface of the toy provide extra stimulation as that little spot inside of you alights again. It feels like lightning is crackling through out the entire lower half of you– it's bizarre, but you're enjoying it. After a minute or so of letting you readjust, their thumb presses up against your quaking center and retraces those tight circles that have your toes practically cramping from curling so hard.

Your body shakes as something inside you... snaps? Breaks? Releases? It's hard to describe. It feels like–

Before your mind can figure it out, you flood the bed with warmth. Embarrassment grabs ahold of you and throttles your entire being without remorse.

"Oh–! Someone got a little too excited, hm?" They tease you.

You feel like crying.

"No– no, that's a good thing!" They lean down and kiss your upset face. "You know what squirting is, right?"

"Yes, but–" You pout even harder. "That much?"

"Poor àngel, it's not embarrassing! I promise!" They nestle into your neck, holding you close as they continue their casual, rhythmic motions.

You wrap your arms around them and your fingernails dig into the tattooed flesh of their back. After the whole ordeal, you weren't sure if you were ready to look at them just yet.

"Here." They move just enough to let your hand through. "Tell me when you're close."

You're already balancing on the edge as your hand picks up where theirs left off.

"I'm close..." You shyly admit.

"Ah, I could've figured–" A snorting laugh escapes. "Not laughing at you by the way!"

It isn't long afterwards that you arch your back against their body, coming hard as their name drips from your lips. Once more a warmth floods your entire body as you succumb to the bliss of your orgasm... except, you're not embarrassing yourself this time. They pull out almost immediately afterwards and wrestle the harness off.

They hug you close in your puddle.

"We'll have to do laundry tomorrow. I'm so, so sorry. You don't have to sleep with me if you don't want to–" They kiss you stop you from talking.

You're quiet as their body nestles into yours like a puzzle piece.

"What about you, though?" Another kiss nearly interrupts you.

"I'll show you the ropes some other time. Just rest." They tell you.

You shake your head. You're adamant about them finishing, too, even if it was by their own hand.

"Please don't go to sleep unsatisfied." You beg them. "If anything, do it for me."

Oh... how can they say no to that?

They sigh.

"Okay. Let me see your hand one more time." They reach up for it, but you lightly smack it away.

"No! Let me love you with the effort you give to me!" You assert yourself.

It's... kind of hot to them, actually.

"O-okay! Just don't kill me!" They joke.

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"I-I've been taking classes in sex magic for the past week." You confess. "I'm confident I can treat you right!"

Their face lights up red.

"Classes? for me?" They jovially bat their eyelashes. "Aw, shucks..."

You sigh this time. The jokes never seem to end with them.

"No, clearly not." You sarcastically reply. "Now, are you going to let me try?"

"When I did say you couldn't?" They smirk.

Mm. Good point.

Enough playing around– they're happy enough to let you dive between their legs and show them what you've learned. However, that terrible shyness overtakes you again and nervousness gets the better of you. It's accidentally written all over your face.

"You'll do good. I'm sure of it." They do the best to build up your confidence. "I promise you that you won't be the worst head I ever had."

That's a story for another time.

"Plus– it's just nice seeing you go down on me." They add. "It's like all the dreams I've been having lately. Just... real this time."

Your hands rest against their toned, beige thighs and your eyes close for just a moment.

...

"It's not a hard sigil to remember. Draw it and keep it under the bed– or even better– etch it into the frame." She tells you in her iconic Swiss German accent. "Actually... furniture is expensive. Don't do that."

You sketch down the sigil. It glows an iconic hot pink color before it becomes inactive again.

"I think you'll do just fine. I've had no complaints from any student or customer, and I've been doing this for nine years." She adds. "More than that– but they don't count free hours apparently."

She turns away from you with a displeased expression. "Curse that damned company."

...

Your eyes flicker open.

For a brief moment, your eyes shine a brilliant shade of fuchsia. It interlaces with your aura and overtakes your fear near instantly. Something in your system anchors and takes hold as a copilot in your body. It's not that you're not in control– it just feels like it's being guided. Not by any person or spirit, but by magic.

Your mouth presses against their slick slit and leaves a kiss behind. A gentle taste of something sweet lingers upon your lips. It's hard to say exactly what it is– then it hits you. Brown sugar and boba. It swirls into a blast of cinnamon, pumpkin and cake flavor. It finally melts into its final ice cream like taste and leaves you craving more.

It was like all the desserts you've shared together combined into one.

Your fingers thumb their folds to expose more of them. Your tongue trails upwards and all the flavors come rushing back. More laps– their legs are shaking already. You focus intensely on their aching core and lock your mouth around it to suckle it lightly.

Memories of going to the mall flash inside your mind. Taking a photo with them with your shared boba drink, spoiling them as they deserved.

As they deserve to be spoiled now.

Your eyes shut as you focus in on bringing them pleasure. A sudden sensation fills your mouth– not like water or saliva, but energy– and it pours out on them unseen. Every part of their body is on fire, but in the most ecstatic way possible. They have to resist pulling at your hair to bring you closer.

You had never heard them be so loud before. Whines, whimpers, moans all interchanged with your name for added encouragement. They're groping themself in the heat of it all– but it doesn't feel nearly as good as you feel. You bury yourself deeper as your tongue rolls repeatedly against their quivering center and all you can think about is making them come. It's what drives you harder than anything– not the memories, not the taste, but how wonderful it's going to be as soon as they reach their end.

Those were good additions, too, though.

They don't even have time to register it– they're utterly engulfed in your actions to the point they don't even realize that they've come hard against your face. In that orgasmic haze they see even more twinkles of magenta in your eyes before they come again– and after that, one more time. Each and every time more intense than the last.

Their voice is raspy from yelling. Surely, the neighbors would be complaining by the time morning arrives.

You pull away.

They lay collapsed against the bed, arm covering their eyes as they gasp for air.

For a moment, you thought you genuinely killed them– then they reach to pet the side of your face. You move to lay your head on their chest as their brain still drifts somewhere in the atmosphere. An arm lovingly rubs your back as a job well done.

"Was it good?" You ask.

They're silent for minutes on end. All you can hear is their rhythmic mouth breathing.

"How much did you pay for that class?" They speak up.

"Umm– not that much! Like thirty dollars or so." You tell them.

"Do not get your money back." They pass out shortly afterwards.

[onlyplatonicirl]

Present Time

     “Grady you wanna go check out the food?” Casey held out the glitching skeleton at arm’s length, slowly and carefully lowering him to the ground while making sure not to ruin his cloak hoodie combo he had going on.

     Gradient wrung his hands together, “Uh, yeah. Sure- uh I mean, sure. Yeah.” The skeleton’s uneven pupils slowly floated up to where Casey was staring, quite perplexedly.

     “What. You ok, mate?”

     “Yeah, uh. I’m fine. We can go look at it if you want…”

     “What’s wrong with you? Bruv I’m not that dumb, obviously something’s wrong. What the hell is it?” Casey lowered to his knees so that he was level with Gradient. This whole time Gradient has been acting, weird, to say the least. Even before the wedding, Gradient was acting strangely aloof and distant, topped off with what seemed to be a constant layer of glitches shrouding his body. He was nervous, obviously, Casey could tell.

     Casey ran a hand through his hair and picked at the bandaid on his chest. Casey himself was always awkward with sentimental conversations like this, so it was a bit of a struggle to even get the next few words out. “Did… something happen... with something. I can fix it if it's something silly like the aisle song or somthin-?” He bit the inside of his cheek, watching as Gradient continued to fumble with his hands.

     The small skeleton fiance stopped fumbling with his hands, his eyes glancing up at Casey before darting right back down to the floor. “No! Nuh… no. Nothing’s wrong.” A wave of glitched matter cascaded through Gradient’s body, a deep sigh exhaling from his chest. He quickly placed a hand on Casey’s shoulder, his voice all shaky and upbeat like a runaway train. “Can we please just uh do something else, hahaha, we can go check on the food now yeah let’s go!”

     Gradient already began to rapidly walk down the hallway, so Casey had no other choice than to catch up to him. “O-ok?” Casey brushed both hands through his mop of a head of hair, shook his head, and chased after the small skeleton. This wasn’t going to be unsolved… Once they checked on the food, he would surely confront Gradient’s behavior. Surely. Casey firmly decided on that, shoving it all into the back of his head in the meantime.

…………………………

     “Christ that smells good…” 

     Casey and Gradient pushed open the massive embroidered doors leading into the reception hall. It was a food addict’s dream. The moment the two poured into the hall, a sweet, light, and airy smell indicated the presence of an array of sweets. This heavenly aroma was tinged with notes of savory beauty, providing salvation to Casey’s nose hairs. The smell alone was enough to increase Casey’s brain function exponentially, so when he looked at the actual display of clothed tables, he nearly fell into a coma. It was beautiful… so beautiful. Each and every table was brimming with platters of foods, basking under the golden light of hanging chandeliers and stained glass windows. Guests walked to and fro, in and out, winding between the tables, mingling in groups. The din of conversation mingled with the tantalizing gusts of food, nearly illuminating the atoms of the hall itself.

     As for Gradient, however, he looked nervous as ever. Casey noticed Gradient gravitated towards his body more, his eyes darting about as if he was searching for something.

     “Oh god… bruv.” Casey dragged Gradient toward one of the tables, his nose picking up something particularly alluring. The two hovered above a display of chicken nuggets sloppily thrown into paper bowls. A few paper cups, containing a variety of condiments, accompanied the nuggets, all littering the ironically elegant white table sheet. “Are those… nuggies?”

     “Yep…” Gradient’s cheeks flushed a brilliant green.

      Casey tentatively picked one of the nuggets up, examining its characteristically dinosaur shape. Without thinking, he popped it into his mouth, crunching loudly.

     “Eh, pretty good, mate are those hot pockets too-? Grady?”

     Casey peered down, only to find Gradient with his hand over his mouth, his hand extended towards one of the tables near the center of the room. “Casey…” Gradient’s voice was strangely low, carrying notes of elevated pitches. “Casey… the cake… it was supposed to be… not like that…”

     “Huh?” Casey popped another nugget into his mouth before floating over to the table in question. “Wow. Who’s Logan?”

     “I don’t know…” Gradient ominously whispered, hovering over the cake. He pushed his glasses further up onto his nose socket. The cake, the one layered cake, was frosted with white icing, the edges accented with orange swirls. Confetti sprinkles dotted the cake’s face, framing the curly cue styled words, "Happy Birthday Logan!"

     “Is this what you told Ink to get?!” Casey turned to Gradient, his eyes and mouth quivering into half amusement, half disbelief.

     “No! Christ… he’s so stupid! I told him specifically to get the cake I showed him over and over again! I showed him the picture five times, Casey!”

     “Uh. So… who has our cake?”

     “A very lucky someone named Logan, Casey. Most likely.” Gradient groaned and pulled his hood over his face.

     “Well, I’m sure he meant well, I uh-”

     A loud raucous interrupted Casey’s line of speech, drawing both his and Gradient’s attention towards the giant doors.

     “GET OUT OF MY LIFE, INK!!”

     “Shit…” Casey’s fight or flight instincts flared as a furious and short and yellow figure pushed through the doors and ran down the main aisle with his hands covering his face.

     The figure, Dream, violently whimpered and fell into the arms of a taller skeleton who wore a white cap and long white jacket, patting Dream’s shoulder as if he’d practiced the motion over and over. Another skeleton, adorned in a long hooded white cloak, awkwardly smiled and patted the capped skeleton’s back. Dream let out a long wail, the shrill sound violently bouncing off the walls and earning a few confused glances.

     “Oh crap…” Casey bit his lip and let out a heavy breath. Gradient just stood there with his sockets lidded, looking sadder than ever. A spritz of glitches sparked off his body, his eyes finally closing.

     The new voice, belonging to the capped one, broke Dream’s sobs, turning them into small chokes. “Shh, hey, it’s ok. It’s ok Dad, calm down… I know- oh- ok, I know… it’s a lot.”

     At a gentle wave of the capped skeleton’s hand, the cloaked one quickly slipped out of the building’s main exit and instantly came back with a startled skeleton, clothed in black and white. The two-toned skeleton exchanged an understanding glance with the other two and quickly pried Dream away, whisking him over to an unoccupied table.

     Casey open-mouthed watched the whole ordeal, shrugged, then began stuffing his face with Cosmic brownies from the table to his left. “Eh, skeletons are weird, well, except for you, Grady. Is that stuff normal?” Casey tried to stifle the primal fear that Dream evoked within him, focusing on the way the multi-colored sprinkles crunched between his teeth.

     Gradient did not respond, but instead dragged his sleeve across his face and kept a solemn gaze toward the floor.

     Noticing Gradient’s behavior, Casey wrapped an arm around him, feeling the electric glitches popping off his bones. He side eyed the table with Dream and the black and white skeleton, trying to decipher the strange yellow creature. He took another bite of the brownie, subconsciously chewing as he studied Dream’s hunched figure, how his companion soothingly rubbed his back.

     Casey reached his hand into a bowl of sour patch kids, stuffing them into his mouth. To think of it, he was feeling a bit energized from all that sugar… a bit high, actually. He felt like he was doused in heaven, finally having the ability to satisfy his unyielding urge to consume everything that had sugar on its label. Gradient wouldn’t let him touch more than one cookie a day, which was criminally unfair. 

     He slurped the sour goop gushing from the gummies.  “Uhh, hehe, Grady, hey what do you think of all this stuff?”

     “Oh… shit.” Casey looked up, only to find the gaze of Dream blazing into his soul from across the room. This time, his eyelights weren’t those innocent balls of sunshine yellow. This time… they were piercing neon street light yellow balls of sheer fury. His other features were masked by distance, but Casey could almost feel the heat of those eyelights radiating into his skin… Shit. He dug another handful of sour patch kids out of the bowl and frantically stuffed them into his pocket, a few of them spilling out. He instinctively looked back up, Dream’s sockets now half lidded, piercing death rays. 

     “Shit… Grady we got to go.” In response, Gradient just nodded a few times, his gaze still glued to the floor.

     “Yeah.”

     Casey wrapped an arm around Gradient’s waist and led him out of the hall, leaving the wide swinging doors and the cacophony of senses behind.

     Casey turned to Gradient and they held each other's gazes for a good long while. 

     And it looked like Gradient was on the verge of either words or tears.

1.) I do not know wedding terminology... it is truly evident.

2.) I made Grady a soggy pathetic cat... oops.

3.) i just like how this is getting farther and farther from the source material... even as the source material is farther from the original source material itself. i like that. (i think im just rambling)

EAT MOR GRASY i swear i just wrote this in an hour or somthin... heheh

MORE GRASEY WEDDING!!!!! Sorry I had this sitting in my inbox for like two days I was busy these couple days I wanted to sit down and properly read it.

DREAMMMM WHY ARE YOU RUINING EVERYTHING i know he's far away from the source material and out of character but that makes it all funnier tbh he's such a bitchy drama queen i hope he dies

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

A Classic Courtship

Clean relatively, same era relations, heaven, courtship and disability

The heavenly sun shine danced over the cloud field. A beautiful peaceful sight for the Victorian woman. She was half blind, her eye having gotten destroyed when she died in the 1880's. She was to be married then but her groom up and stabbed her.

She never thought she'd find a love and often avoided people due to her eye being empty.

It was when she heard about a genius inventor who came from hell that she felt for once a longing. To be friends? Maybe. She just had to meet him.

Sir Pentious was set up in a old building with adverts stating he could do commissions for his craft. He couldnt do weapons but he offered disability aids.

His first project was for this sweet Victorian lady, her name was Eloise and she looked like a white Persian cat with folded ears.

She had little faith in the project but really wanted to speak to him, his voice was flipping her heart like a pancake. Soft words of affection and genuine kindness was surprising, he was from Hell after all.

"Ssso I'm gonna need to measssure your eye cavity and make ssure your not allergic to anything. Its gonna be great I promissse dear Eloise, you'll be even more beautiful that before I promissse."

Without prompting he took her head in his hands and leaned in to examine her eye making her shiver and laugh,

"Oh goodness! Ah, I wasnt expecting you to just grab me! Fresh... your interesting..."

Pentious quickly apologized and felt guilty for so thoughtlessly touching her in such a way. Not really noticing he was arousing the Lady's interest in him further. It wasnt until she giggled again and blushed with a inviting look that said, 'you should ask me out'. She was a traditional lady she wouldn't ever think to ask for his hand in courtship, that's mens work.

Somewhere in Sir Pentious stirred the romance he was taught in life, he was sure Cherri Bomb wasnt going to come, let alone be in love with him. He decided to take the chance and asked to take her to eat sometime soon to which she shyly obliged setting a date in two days at night fall.

Two days pass

During the two days Pentious had put together a working product that fit his new lady's socket. He just needed to finish the final step of getting the eye color right.

Eloise let him cup her cheek to angle her head in a way as to see the color gradient in her eye as he painted every last detail like a mirror to her current eye. He was artful as could be, a visionary. He was so lost in his muse's face he failed to see the blush burning her cheeks when he leaned in like before. It was just so scandalous, being manhandled like this. It was even more intimate when Pentious finally got her ready to have it inserted after the eye was dried and her head numbed.

She could feel the pressure yes but the relief she felt when the connections were applied to the right nerves and she could see, it was everything.

Pentious helped her blink and finally gave her a mirror after the numbness left. She was beautiful, beautiful and whole again.

"Why.... I... Pentious how.... it looks so..."

Her eyes dilated together seamlessly making her weep with joy. Her precious pawed hand covered her mouth to muffle her sobs of joy.

"I could kiss you Pentious. But that would be greatly unfit of a lady such as I...."

She kissed her paw and gently blotted her soft pink pad on his cheek leaving her lip gloss on his cheek. This gesture made him melt, it was so romantic yet reserved. The giggling they did out of genuine shyness would be mildly annoying to anyone else.

The date came around time and they two lovers ate in a secluded area and chattered about lives and death and of course dead life. After trading addresses and walking Eloise home the two could finally be assured they were eager to meet again.

Eloise began writing eagerly about the day, before deciding to trim some fur to put in a locket to some day give to her lover. Not yet though, they had to take it slowly.

Sir Pentious meanwhile fawned over the kiss still on his cheek, ever so gently shedding that spot and framing it. He simply had to cherish finally getting a lover.

The two slept and dreamt of beautiful things that mainly focused of their day. It was rather eventful was it not.

Cool

[wellwhatisnttaken]

Through Miles Of Clouded Hell

Part 1

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For as long as Lucien could remember, the world had been dead. A gradient of brown and gray rot. The woods near the palace were a collection of dead trees, bark soggy and soft. The sun rarely shone on his Kingdom, watery overcast being the best they could hope for, with raging, destructive thunderstorms being the worst.

As a youngling, his mother had told him tales of why nothing ever grew, why the land was cursed to rot and decay. The way his mother told it, There was a female. The most beautiful female that had ever lived. She and her sisters were descended from the gods of old, with bronze hair that swept the ground when she walked. She lived with her sisters in a cottage on the edge of the heavenly city. The sisters were the fairest of all the fae, each known for their own special talent. The oldest wielded silver fire. It was her who kept the fires burning during wartime, her who kept the lanterns lit and the people warm. The youngest, she spoke in riddles and curses. She broke curses on those who brought her starlight, and with her Wick tongue, condemned those who did evil.

But the middle sister. She was the most powerful. She was connected to the very ground itself. Flowers bloomed in her footprints, crops thrived under her gaze, and trees shot sky ward under her touch. She was the very essence of life itself. She could breathe back life into the sick, and could just as easily snatch it away. Her name was Elain Lifebringer. It was her who tended to the mother tree at the heart of the heavenly city. Everyday she would visit and commune with the sacred mother spirit and tend to her tree. The mother tree was the source from which all life originated. Its trunk was wider than entire forests, and its hight reached far past even the most outer reaching of Heaven.

Elain Lifebringer was content to live with her sisters and tend to the lands and gardens and the mother tree. But the kings son wanted her for himself.

He had tried talking to her, courting her, even following her around. He became obsessed with her. One day he brought her a deer that had be nibbling on her flowers in the garden outside her cottage. He had slit its throat in front her as an offering, proving to her that he could vanquish her enemies. As the blood of the doe spilled across the lush grass in front of her home, she saw him for the cruel male he was, and horrified by his actions, she spurned him. She banished him from her home and cursed his name. But he did not give up so easily. The kings son was spoiled and haughty, used to getting what he wanted. And even if he could not have her now, she would eventually be his.

So, he devised a plan to rid her of the distractions clouding her judgment, ensuring that she works finally realize that they were meant to be.

Later that moon cycle, In the dead of night, the kings son stole away Elain’s sisters, and brought them to the mother tree. It was there that he strung them up. When Elain woke, she scrambled into the city, frantically searching for her sisters, only to find their blood soaking the rots of her beloved mother tree. They say her wails can still be heard on the wind if one listens hard enough, and that the ocean’s poured from her eyes, her tears creating the rushing rivers. The kings son stood over her kneeling form, a proud look on his face, for they could finally be together. But as she looked up, she felt death unfurl in her chest.

By now the people of the city had gathered in small crowds to witness what had happened, and Elain stayed her hand. Waiting for someone to speak out against this monster. But no one did. Faces that her and her sisters had grown up with, cared for, sheltered, and loved, stayed silent in the face of the murderer prince. So Elain picked herself up and went to the tree. Blood soaking the soles of her bare feet and the ends of her bronzed hair, and as the mother tree enveloped her, she roared a curse upon the land

No life shall grow

Nor rivers flow

No trees of green

Nor harvests seen

Your heart is black

I take it back

All the life poured from my hands

I curse death forever on these lands

It is said that the rot took hold of the land shortly after the tree petrified her. Black tears rolled down her now wooden face, and dripped onto the soil, spreading death as they soaked into the roots.

His mother had told him, that Elain LifeBringer could be awoken, if one true of heart, kind of spirit and brave of soul planted an offering of sacrificial love into her open mouth.

Lucien didnt know of any of this was true. Perhaps his mother had just been making up stories to distract him from his father’s cruelty. But his father was gone, and he was the king now. And unlike his father, he could not watch his people starve and die in silence. He wished there was another way, but he could never forgive himself if he didn’t try.

He would go to Elain Life Bringer, and he would bring her back. For his mother, for his people.

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Let me know if there’s interest in more of this story! Im really feeling it tbh.

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