#knght

[autistic-pebbles-au]

Pale king concept for my AU I haven't finished yet...

I don't want to spoil the whole plot I planned, so in short - he died and "somehow" get back to life. But after returning the King has changed both outside and inside himself. Hope you enjoy!

[fandxmslxt69]

heartbreaking news: girl wanted to buy a Funko of her beloved, instead had to make smart financial choices

[angeltism]

teensy bit embarrassing how 2/3rds of the time a character will just have to be a knight or have knightly vibes and I'll immediately start drooling a bit

[florshedworf]

HELLO??

[jake-g-lockley]

Tale of the Crescent Moon | Jake Lockley x desi!oc

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Chapter 1: Celestial 

Summary: In which Ganga meets a mysteriously familiar cab driver 

Warnings: A little bit of self-loathing Jake

Word Count: 1.1 k

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

If one were to take a look at the clear night sky, there are several things that one could see. It may be the stars, the deep universe beyond or even a little comet.

But when Ganga had looked up at the clear night sky, her eyes always searched for one thing. She had always garnered a fascination for the moon. The way it graced the night sky, the way she looked up at it whenever she felt sad, to feel its powerful rays enveloping her in a safety she always craved. There have been hundreds and thousands of tales forged about the dazzling delight that adorned the night and sometimes, morning sky, eclipsing its creation in shrouded mysteriousness. However, Ganga’s favourite tale was about the mysterious cab driver who had unintentionally fallen into her life on one special day.

It all started on a quiet Sunday morning. The birds were waking up to the light breeze that surrounded the morning atmosphere and she woke up feeling absolutely rejuvenated. Ganga had just had a great week and everything had just fallen right into place for her. Her bus was on time every single day, the barista got her coffee order correct every single morning, she was one step closer to getting a promotion, plus, herboss had announced bonuses for all staff. Stress had felt like a thing of the past and her body and mind were so grateful for the peace. 

Ganga started her morning routine with a little bit of yoga and a relaxing bath. She had decided that she would reap the benefits of going to the temple. Draping her favourite forest green and off white saree around her, Ganga pleated the soft fabric, pinning it onto place with a safety pin. She lightly did her makeup, adding minimalistic jewellery and an emerald pottu that complimented the saree. She twisted her curly hair into a messy bun and wrapped some jasmine flowers around it, pulling a few tendrils put to frame her face. 

The cab that she had called honked impatiently outside her home. She was in such a good mood that she decidedly ignored the impatient honk from the driver as she grabbed her purse and umbrella. Slipping on her sandals, Ganga locked the door behind her and set off down the stairs. 

Undisclosed to Ganga, Jake Lockley was staring with his jaw slacked open at her figure as she descended the staircase. He was absolutely enraptured by her aura and beauty, so much so that he almost gave one of his alters control of the body. He watched as her sandal clad feet graced the stairs as if she were walking on air and the soft fabric of her saree rustled around her flawlessly. His eyes almost couldn’t believe the way that her face was being illuminated by the morning sun. It must have been a trick of the light, he thought, as the glow seemed to come from within Ganga. Steven and Marc were speaking but for the first time in a very long time he couldn’t concentrate on what they were trying to tell him. Jake was glued to his seat and he couldn’t move. 

She opened the door and slipped inside the cab. Instantly, Jake was instantly hit with the tantalizing fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood and the heavenly sound of her bangles tinkling together. His gloved hands tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he tried hard to bury his emotions deep within himself. He made the grave mistake of taking in a deep breath, his lungs filled with the venom that is Ganga’s fragrance, drawing him deeper into the rabbit hole that is his feelings.

Her sweet voice drew him out of his mental torment. It was sweet and comforting, enveloping his heart like a safety blanket and glazing his brain like honey. Automatically, he felt his body turn like a puppet and he found himself staring into Ganga’s deep brown eyes. The second both of their eyes met, Ganga couldn’t help but wonder how familiar the man before her looked. She blinked and gave him a perplexed smile, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. It was almost like he was part of a far distant memory, almost like a memory that her soul had kept from her for a long time. 

“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.” Ganga breathed, breaking eye contact and shifting, arranging her saree around her.

“Not at all.” Jake tried to sound like his normal self but even Khonshu was surprised at how small his voice sounded.

Jake peeled his eyes from her and hastily turned to the front. Despite trying hard to keep his eyes on the road, Jake felt his willpower slipping and would steal glances of her through his rear view mirror. As her eyes searched the outside, Ganga’s mind wandered to the man who was driving the cab. 

Ganga had always wondered what love would do to her. Would it put her in a chokehold and make her feel restricted or would it make her feel free like a dove out in the wild? Will she ever find someone who would make her feel like she was the only woman on this planet? Did soulmates even exist?

All these questions and no one to answer them for her. 

Sooner or later, the innate ivory gopuram of the temple came into view and Jake suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of desperation. For some reason, his heart refused to let her go and for the first time in his life, he felt a yearning like no other. He gripped the steering wheel and tipped his head, making sure that his hat hid his face and devoid him of any form of emotion. 

Jake gazed at the tiny crescent moon that hung from his rear view mirror. A crescent moon, that's what he was. Jake had been having a difficult time getting a grip on how he came to be, and he felt the need to be forged as a weapon of mass destruction instead of a human. He knew he had been carved into the person that was needed to be Khonshu’s fist and to protect Marc. 

Made for battle and not for love. 

“I’ll see you then! Thanks for the ride.” Ganga said, holding out a note for him to take. 

Jake turned and stared at her with big brown eyes that had the same comfort as Mother Earth. There it was again, the sense of familiarity that she couldn’t shake. 

“No, señorita, you don’t have to pay. A treat for my previous impatience.”  Jake said, shooting her a small smile.

“No I in-” Ganga started but Jake raised his eyebrows.

That seemed to do the trick. Her mind seemed to bend obediently towards his facial expression. 

“Thank you. I hope you have an amazing day.” Ganga said, smiling shyly at the beautiful cab driver. 

“You too, señorita.” 

How curious…

Translations:

Saree: A sari is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent, that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a shawl

Pottu: A bindi or pottu is a coloured dot or, in modern times, a sticker worn on the center of the forehead

Gopuram: A gopuram or gopura is a monumental entrance tower, usually ornate, at the entrance of a Hindu temple

Señorita: Miss or Ms

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[marzinstarz]

he is,, so silly

[foxglves]

the way that stadium is full but it sounds like there's 20 people in the crowd. and people say the panthers have no fans 😐 v*gas is the most manufactured fucking sports city in this country

[decibat]

god remaking gives me an excuse to make tags for things I didn't have tags for before

[milesducemdominus]

OOC: I managed to finish up writing the starters I owed this afternoon. So I'm gonna throw 'em out now and add them to my tracker. Hopefully I'll have the energy to catch up on actual replies tomorrow, which would be good tbh! I only have a few for here but I have plenty elsewhere. Its a nice feel to finally catch up tbh.

[jkomaliondog]

Finally I’m done of the characters notices these characters they are from Kirby but in my way of drawings. I give me the inspiration to draw.⭐️ #Kirby

[executionersghost]

From @hexenjagd

From when she entered her space, the very moment in which she kneeled before her, she observed every step taken. Claire carefully kneeled, and bowed her head before the Witch Knight herself.

Helena's fingers twitched and flexed, knuckles curling inward. Her lips pressed thin in silent refusal and brow ever so slightly down turned.

Rather than stand before her, above her, beyond her as the parody of some untouchable monument-- slowly, and ever so thoughtfully she moved to kneel; sinking seamlessly to the ground with her. Both knees settled at once upon the very same dirt, and it was there that she remained rooted alongside her.

Her hands were ardent in action as they sought out the svelte shape of her chin and jaw hidden beneath her hair, seeking to rectify. Lengthy fingers curled beneath to prompt her with a tilt. Her thumb settled upon her chin as she guided her. Her touch firm, and wholly attentive.

Perhaps the only set of hands that had been laid on Claire in untold ages every moment born from consideration.

It is only when their gazes meet that she is truly satisfied, her hands remain-- holding her there.

Perhaps such actions could be mistaken for little more than covetous claiming had one not known otherwise and lacked the insight to fathom what any of this could have meant. The very thought of it would be betraying the her intent entirely.

Perhaps, deep down maybe there was the inkling something possessive. A seed in the center of her own malformed spirit; twisted by this newfound eternity. No. This was different.

This, this was much more in the way that one covets something dear, rather than the displayed desire to shamelessly own that which did not truly belong to her.

"Lift your head. I am not your lordship." Her command punctured the silence and it is a dulcet sound, wholly acknowledging.

"You have served time and again; followed me regardless of my dubious nature and I believe you without hesitation." There is no command now, no honey-sweet coiling in her words. It was a pure, honesty.

"There is little need for you to do that in my presence; you are so much more than a soldier. Your spirit is undeniable force-- it is an honor to serve along side you, Ser Knight. "

((this got long but yeah... Helena does not forget and it's not that she thinks that Claire thinks they're not on equal terms it's more along the lines that she thinks u are incredible Claire and that you are more than the just what you died as. Hope you enjoy))

For: @hexenjagd

Reverence.

She had bowed to others, yes, but the action had always been a conclusion to her favors. A gesture to show that her work had been completed. A simple, courteous thing she ought to do before she faded once again to ashes. I have lifted my blade for you, and my work here is done.

Yet this…for this peculiar Witch Knight, an equally peculiar force compelled her to kneel. This figure of death and ash and bone. This woman who had dared to reach into her world and pluck the very strings that held it together. How she looked upon the other so fondly. Captivated. Mystified. So much…

Reverence.

It was unexpected then; the rustle of fabric as soft as the breeze as Helena lowered herself to the ground in front of her. No. Alongside her. The cool flesh of her fingers then pressed upon her phantomized form and she let herself be guided. The experience of touch…how strange it had become. She had hardly remembered that it could be so soft.

Helena’s eyes had always been so uniquely beautiful and while the force of habit that ran in her very nature briefly fed the impulse to look away, this felt important. Asked for. And so she would willingly give, keeping her gaze steady, unwavering. Dare she think she could see her own adoration reflected there? She no longer breathed yet she could swear she was holding her breath.

Lift your head. I am not your Lordship.

She hung on to every word and all that was spoken to her settled into her very being. She no longer had a heart, but if that was true, then what currently swelled in her chest? What caused her hands to shake and her eyes to sting? What could possibly explain the single tear that rolled down her cheek?

“Thank you.” She said in her ever-lilting voice. “Thank you for reaching into this…in-between so that I may have someone to serve alongside. The honor is mine…a-as well.”

[pskyche]

what could have been

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

JUST A TOUCH OF YOUR HAND pt. 3

pairing: moonboys x fem!reader

summary: jake finally makes his debut to ask the reader a question the boys have been dying to ask. reader gives her answer and jake is just a cutie.

warning: jake (he's a warning, yes), just some nice fluff for ya.

authors note: okay ik a lot of you have been wanting this chapter for a long time (sorry about the long wait, I had a lot going on the past couple of months). this chapter isn't as long as the others but it just felt right to have this one be short and sweet. the next chapter, maybe we'll see some more of marc 😏🤭

word count: 1,028

and then there was jake. it was funny actually. he'd been dreaming of meeting his soulmate since he had gotten the stain. and he had so badly wanted to meet you when you first brushed against their hand on the sidewalk that day.

god how he wanted to meet you. and yet he couldn't make himself front. even when steven or marc would hand it over to him, especially when you'd plan days to meet and spend with him, he just couldn't front.

none of them understood it. it's like he'd freeze up. it was eating him up. he was pretty sure he was in love with you – actually he was positive he was in love with you. and he'd never even actually met you!

you, being the amazing person you were, were so patient with him. whenever you'd see the boys on the days you were going to meet jake, and find out he wasn't fronting, you'd have marc or steven tell him you didn't mind waiting.

"you boys are all worth waiting for," you'd say, making them melt.

and jake would try more to front around you and it just wouldn't happen. he couldn't figure out why. although on a deeper level, he knew why.

he supposed he wasn't much different than marc. as much of a hopeless romantic as he was, he also knew his reputation. it was said reputation that caused him to romanticize the thought of a soulmate. he never really thought himself capable of being loved. if marc thought his hands were stained with blood, jake was swimming in it.

if he was realistic, he couldn't imagine why you would love him. he was ruthless, he could be cold, he had a tendency to shut people out if they got too close.

But he wanted you to get too close. He wanted to able to talk to you, learn about you and not through the other two. He wanted to hold you and comfort you, and be held and be comforted by you.

but like marc, he'd been scared. scared you'd run for it, if you knew him. everyone else did.

and yet here you were: sitting across the table, smiling so wide, eyes so patient, like he's your favorite person in the world. if you kept going, he's sure he would probably cry.

"jake?" you called cautiously, breaking him from his thoughts. his eyes snap to yours, smiling at you. he thinks: 'they're right...the way she says our names is addicting.'

"sí, amor?" he answers softly, but you seem to brighten up even more.

"yes," you simply said.

his eyebrows furrow. had he asked a question?

yes, you did, you bloody idiot!

holy shit...she actually said yes...

"yes?" he repeated, since his alters weren't helping him at all.

you laughed at that, at him seemingly forgetting his own question. he loved that sound.

"you asked me to move in," you reminded him patiently.

"and you said yes?"

"I did."

"but you don't know me," he tries to reason, because how on earth would you have agreed to move in with the mess of these three men?

"I know that i love marc and steven, and if I love them, i already love you too," were you trying to kill him?

"why?"

that threw you for a loop. you hadn't been expecting it. why did you love this man you've never actually met?

"well...for starters, we're soulmates-"

"that doesn't mean that I'm not a terrible person." steven had warned you of this. that he might try to talk of himself like this.

"but you're not-"

"you don't know that."

"except that I do."

"how could you possibly know that?"

"because I just do-"

"amor, that's not an answ-"

"I know because you're a weirdo who wears gloves while he drives a limo. You send a bouquet of my favorite flowers every time you can't front when we planned. I know because I can feel you follow me home every night after work when you're patrolling, making sure I get home safe. I know because marc's told me that you can't pass a cat without petting it. I know because I *know.* You're a *good man,* jake," you say, looking at him completely serious.

and for the first time in a long time, every voice in his head is silent. they're at a loss for words. there's this strange feeling in jake's heart and he's never felt it before.

what is that, he thinks.

that's love, jake.

it feels like a heart attack.

yeah...it's great, innit?

you watch him closely while he's silent, watching to see if you've overstepped somehow. to try and see what he's feeling. amd when he stands, you're worried he's leaving. that he's going to change his mind about wanting you to move in.

but he quickly crosses over to you and he cups your face, gentle as he is urgent, and leans down and kisses you, deeply, passionately. and for a moment, you're confused. but you quickly kiss him back, matching his energy, his passion. after a moment, he pulls away, both of you panting lightly, breathless from the kiss. he presses his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes so intensely you swear he can see your soul.

"te amo jodidamente mucho," he says, voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too," you say back softly, meaning every word.

jake has feel that twist in his heart again, but he knows what it is now. it's love. and it's strange and foreign but...he thinks he likes it. he feels like he's never smiled so wide in his life. he presses one more soft kiss to your lips before moving back to his seat at the table.

"so...tell me about these gloves you bought me," he grins.

and you start talking about them, explaining every detail about them and why you thought he'd like them. he swears he's never smiled so dopey in his life, talking to you about anything and everything you wanted to talk about. he'd finally fronted and he'll be damned if he doesn't take advantage of every single second he gets with you.

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[kaneda18]

There and Back Again – The quest for a Helmet

[lady-bog]

I absolutely love that Zelda doesn't have a sword in Echoes of Wisdom, since ot would ignore her personality just to make her a reskin of Link

[akiras-wife]

There must be some correlation between me growing older and growing more delusional as well