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💙 and maybe also 💘 for Antor and Edrei? (I'm so curious about what you'll come up with)

teehee thank you for this!! Also adding @tryingtimi prompt since I just realized it fits lol Ty for the asks guys :3

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy 💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

❤️ first kiss / realization from this ask game

Bloodless Heir Prequels | Antor & Queen Edrei | 1k

While guarding a ball, Queen Edrei pulls Antor into a balcony in hopes of sharing their first kiss.

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Antor’s breath caught in his throat as he observed her. King Ilpherin was gone, at least for today, and the relief that washed over Queen Edrei was evident in her posture. Antor watched as she swayed between the partygoers, greeting some, thanking them for attending, and engaging in small political talks with others. 

He stood stationed at a pillar of the ballroom, meant to keep watch for any intruders; he couldn’t afford to be distracted like this. Their relationship was a dangerous dance, a delicate balance between duty and desire, truth and deception. The court had been shocked when Astrea was born, a bastard of the Queen with her unknown foreign lover. The lie was mounting on Antor, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the consequences once Astrea found out the truth. But Edrei promised Astrea would understand one day, so he tried to focus on her present rather than her future— at least for now. So, he let himself get distracted in the temporary comfort of the lie. 

He watched as Astrea, just about as tall as his knee, danced with her brother, Prince Percy, while Princess Elayna attempted to instruct them on the correct moves. Unfortunately, her instructions were incorrect, and they fumbled through the steps, laughing as they stumbled into one another. 

Unfortunately, he and Edrei had grown closer over the years, and even worse, his feelings for her were becoming increasingly difficult to contain. It was, in all respects, a fabricated relationship, and yet… watching her move gracefully between tables, laugh and banter with friends, and then share a secret smile with him was weaving a web of conflicting emotions.

There was a part of him that longed to sway with her in the privacy of the moonlight and the stars, with only them to bear witness. But, the weight of their circumstance held him back.

The kingdom believed they had a bastard child together, but as he looked at her, the mere thought of holding Edrei in a tight dance-like embrace, let alone kissing her—

“Antor,” she spoke, jolting him from his stupor. Her light, pale cheeks glimmered under the chandeliers. Studying her was mesmerizing; with Oracean magic flowing through her, stars flashed on her cheeks in a cosmic array. “I have a favour to ask. May we speak privately?” 

He nodded and allowed her to pull him to a nearby alcove— with a balcony overlooking the lake outside the Palace. The moonlight and stars reflected off the water in gentle waves. However, there was one aspect of these ballroom alcoves he despised— 

“Antor,” she breathed out as if relieved to have escaped the ballroom. Her facade fell from her face, and he resisted the urge to lift his hands to her cheeks to hold her. She put a hand on his uniformed chest as she continued. “We’ve tried for years now to convince these people we’ve had a… history.”

Despite his best efforts to conceal his emotions, he knew he was no match for the emotional concealment of Oracean Royalty. He abhorred these alcoves because, despite the curtain to conceal them from the view of the ballroom, the curtain truly did not conceal anything. They were known to reveal silhouettes. And, he was sure they left a silhouette of the petite Queen and her towering guard. 

“Before I ask this of you,” she said, the scent of wine evident in her breath. But she did not meet his eyes; instead, she toyed with the buttons of his uniform—the uniform of the captain of the Queen’s Guard. She continued, “I remind you, this is a ballroom filled with my closest allies. Trustworthy nobility.”

Antor couldn’t help but frown; he never believed those two words could exist in the same sentence. 

“They want proof,” she said, finally meeting his eyes.

The more time they spent together, the more he could see beyond her facade. And despite her outward displays of shyness, he sensed… excitement, perhaps. But that couldn’t be right. She continued, gesturing to the curtain, “They want to see something now that Ilpherin is out.” Each time she spoke his name, she did so with increasing loathing. 

“Proof?” he asked, the hint of something else in his question. He stared, cheeks flushed. She had never been this excited or this happy; it only revealed itself when Ilpherin was gone on one trip or another. It was intoxicating— contagious, even. Edrei seemed to try to maintain the illusion of their relationship through gentle touches and prolonged whispers. But, such simple efforts wouldn’t have worked for long and shouldn’t have worked for as long as they had. Perhaps it was time to show them more. 

“Yes,” she said firmly, snaking her fingers to the back of his neck. “Is that– is that alright?”

He wasn’t sure when his fingers snaked to her waist, but the instant he felt the gentle silk beneath his callused fingers, he couldn’t help but release a raspy breath of her name. Her soft fingers behind his neck, playing with his hair, were enough to drop his head down to her. But he stopped himself, as he always did. 

“Are you sure you—” He caught himself stuttering, “Do you truly want this?”

The stars lit up her cheeks as she smiled. “Yes.”

Despite her gentle pull on his neck, fuelled by the wine and delights of the evening, his gaze regretfully softened on her. “But, do you truly want to, or is it… for them?”

She tightened her grip on his hair and revealed a mischievous grin. “Are all Pyrian men so oblivious to a woman's advances?”

His hands grew warm on her waist, and his cheeks flushed despite himself. 

“I’ve been looking for an excuse to do this for years, Antor.” 

With that, Edrei rose onto her toes, pressing her lips to his in a rush of tipsy-fueled emotion. As they kissed, he felt her relax in his embrace, and he became confident that maybe she had been wanting to do this as much as he had.

[spliceyblues]

For @dibbledoodle ❤❤❤

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

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[blabberoo]

"You have 72 hours."

Left alone in the consequences of his obsession, he let desperation get hold of his intellect and come up with a plan. For the world. For himself.

[datcravat]

this place is so fruity!

[shrews-art]

A bond made of fire and spider webs

[gotchibam]

Shiny Mimikyu ko-fi doodle for Viri! ✨

[abandoned-quiche]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BTW. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR HATE FOR THEM ON MY POST

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[alaia777]

pre-relationship! sae who saw you sitting on the curb, looking exhausted with your bag open. thinking you were asking for money, he dropped some bills in. you gave him a confused look, but he just shrugged and walked off.

pre-relationship! rin who always trailed two steps behind you at school, looking like he was on a secret mission to protect you from absolutely nothing. one time, someone tried to ask you a question, and rin stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said, “she’s busy.” you weren’t even talking to anyone.

pre-relationship! bachira who kept seeing you on his couch, thinking you were just another one of his imagination’s weird visitors. he’d wave at you, go about his day—until you started stealing his snacks. that’s when he realized you were real, and his mom was tutoring you in art.

pre-relationship! barou had this odd habit of pulling out a handkerchief whenever you sniffled from the cold, pressing it to your nose and saying, “blow.” the first time you were weirded out, but after a while, you just gave up and let him do it.

pre-relationship! nagi who would always destroy you in games, not knowing it was you he was playing against. the next day, he’d sit next to you in class, completely unaware that a few hours ago he was trash-talking you, and you were doing the same back. you’d share a look, but neither of you would say a word.

pre-relationship! isagi who tried so hard to act cool around you, but his ears always betrayed him, going red every time you acknowledged him. one day, in a nervous attempt to be smooth, he accidentally called you “your majesty.” after a beat of awkward silence, he just casually walked away like nothing happened—pretending he didn’t just say that.

[reasonsforhope]

"For most people, a rat is at best an unwelcome guest, and at worst, the target of immediate extermination. But in a field clinic in Tanzania, rats are colleagues—heroes even.

Far from a trash bin-dwelling NYC street rat, the African giant pouched rat is docile, intelligent, easier to train than some dogs, and for East Africans, the performer of lifesaving tuberculosis diagnoses every day.

400,000 new cases of tuberculosis (TB) were estimated to have been prevented by these rats, whose sense of smell would make a bloodhound take notice. As [TB is] the number-one killer among infectious diseases worldwide, many of those 400,000 can be translated into lives saved.

“Not only are we saving people’s lives, but we’re also changing these perspectives and raising awareness and appreciation for something as lowly as a rat,” said Cindy Fast, a behavioral neuroscientist who coaches the rodents for the nonprofit APOPO.

“Because our rats are our colleagues, and we really do see them as heroes.”

APOPO uses giant pouched rats to sniff out traces of TB in the saliva of patients. In parts of Tanzania, a saliva smear test under a microscope by a human may only be 20-40% effective at detecting TB.

By contrast, a giant pouched rat like Ms. Carolina, a now-retired service rat who worked for APOPO for 7 years, raised the rates of detection on TB samples by 40% in the clinic where she worked.

Pictured: An APOPO employee with one of their trained rats

It would take 4 days for scientists to analyze the number of samples that Carolina could screen in 20 minutes. For that reason, when Carolina retired last November, a party was thrown at the clinic in her honor, and she was given a cake.

TB is sometimes thought of as a thing of the past—a disease for which doctors used to prescribe “dry air,” leading a modern sense of humor to muse at the antiquated, pre-antibiotic medical advice.

But it remains the number-one cause of death globally from a single infectious pathogen, and Tefera Agizew, a physician and APOPO’s head of tuberculosis, told National Geographic that once people see what the nonprofit’s rodents can do to slow the spread, they “fall in love with them.”

3,000 times in her career did Carolina detect one of the six volatile compounds that can be used to identify Mycobacterium tuberculosis, and she got a hero’s send-off to a special compound to live out the rest of her days with her closet friend and sniffer colleague Gilbert, in a shaded enclosure dubbed “Rat Florida.”

“We’ve made special little rat-friendly carrot cakes with little peanuts and things on it that the rat would enjoy,” Fast said. “Then we all stand around and we clap, and we give three cheers, hip hip hooray for the hero, and celebrate together. It’s really a touching moment.”

APOPO has made headlines for its use of these rats in other lifesaving tasks as well: landmine clearance.

One of the world’s great underreported scourges (a lot like TB, coincidentally) is landmine contamination. There are 110 million landmines or unexploded bombs in the ground right now in about 67 countries, covering thousands of square miles in potential danger. Thousands of civilians are killed or injured by these weapons every year.

GNN reported on APOPO’s demining efforts using pouched rats back in 2020. One rat named Magawa alone identified 39 landmines and 28 items of unexploded ordnance across an area the size of 20 football fields.

If at the start of this story you didn’t like rats, maybe Magawa and Carolina will have changed your mind."

-via Good News Network, March 31, 2025

[letsbeeart]

🌙🌸 CHIBI SAILOR MOON | USAGI TSUKINO🌸🌙

[hotcinnamonsunset]

when art (below left, print by Anna Haifisch) inspires art (below right, follow up by @molabuddy) inspires art (above, hand knit cardigan by me)🐕

[squidthusiast]

“I could listen to your laugh all day”

[smoky-moka]

Hello there! First off, I absolutely love your depiction of Spideypool! Second, how does Ellie get along with Peter? Does she even know he’s with her dad?

Ellie thinks Peter is awesome!!! He always helps with her homework, even when Dad's enemies are coming after her and they have to leave on one of their fun road trips, yaaay.

But don’t get it twisted— Dad’s dating Spider-Man, not Peter (She figured out they’re the same guy ages ago, but everyone's trying really hard to hide it so she plays along).