#lilac yaps

[justalittlelilac]

It's my birthday!! I have the day off and don't know what to doooo T-T

[lilacmuffins]

i love a good excuse to talk about landline

[oc-tober (day 7/8) - likes/dislikes]

I DID MOODBOARDS FOR MY @landlineau (FNAF AU) CHARACTERS A LITTLE WHILE AGO THIS IS PERFECT .., (combining the two days because i wanna!)

>> Scott Caldwell & Azrael Moone

okay so maybe it isn't perfect and doesn't exactly fit the prompt but i wanna TALK ABOUT THEM!! so i will. ,... so scott technically isn't my oc, he's my landline au (that started as a crack fic) version of phone guy. but i've given him so much personality and backstory that he's BASICALLY my oc.. so i don't care!

these two have been bffs for YEARS btw, they're like siblings and i love them so very much

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scott's moodboard/prompt related explanation: [faceclaim is from the adriabun picrew!] scott has been working with freddy's for years, and he has gone through his fair share of terrible awful things with this company. he sorta likes his job, at least the part where he's able to be around the kids and animatronics. he and azrael both like coffee, and their maine coon cats (which were part of the same litter) are named after different drinks. he hates being called "phoney", a nickname that a lot of the staff has picked up since he did the training tapes and, as assistant manager, does interviews over the phone and things like that. he's always loved the animatronics, even after being witness to the "Bite of '87", something that (spoiler alert) someone he cared about was involved in. he LOVES foxy the pirate fox, and could rant about that thing for hours. also he really likes pizza, even though he's been eating the freddy's stuff for years! ... but he really hates blood. the smell of it reminds him too much of the bite.

azrael's moodboard/prompt related explanation: [faceclaim is addison grace (he/they), a music artist i listen to!] azrael (they/them) works at the prize counter at freddy's thanks to scott, and they really love their job there. they're also a type of person who just kinda "loves love", they're really friendly and don't like having things against people or anything like that. however, they do not like when you mess with their loved ones and they will probably at least hurt you socially by spreading around things that are true. crazy, lowkey. they're a big gossip and can keep a secret until they need to share it. they also aren't a huge fan of being neglected or talked over, it reminds them too much of being around their biological parents. as mentioned above, they really like coffee. they're a big collector of "kid's toys" and vintage items, which is a reason why working at the prize counter is so cool to them. very big fan of the color magenta and their best friend, scott.

,,, i could talk about them and their likes/dislikes for so long but then the post would be INSANE to look at soooo...... yeah! that's them.

(prompt list & more about the landline au below the cut, just to keep the post shorter!)

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Landline AU: It started as this big crack-fic thing; a joke with my friends about "a Phone Guy x Reader, how would that even work? he has no personality!" ... and then i got way too attached and this big story has become almost my whole life. some of my best writing, even. River is technically from this universe too, with her being Scott's daughter. It's a little nuts, if you ask me. I work on it,, ALL the time... Y/N is basically their own character at this point.. save me.

Prompt List:

... at this point was i even following the prompts? i tried but then i started rambling so who knows.

[landlineau]

landline restaurant layout

so i was trying to figure out where the HELL everything would even be in the restaurant, um.. i tried to use my extensive knowledge of old animatronic restaurants to set it up but like,, i have no idea what i'm doing.

in the landline au, i imagine that this is the original Freddy's location, like the first one. NOT the diner though, like... this is its own thing, this is the first specifically Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location. you know? (it explains the safe room and.. things within it)

[soft-likethesunset]

LILAC WIIIIINE IS SWEEEEET, AND HEADYYYYY LIKE MY LOOOOOOOVE LILAC WIIIIIIIINE, I FEEL, UNSTEADYYYYY, LIKE MY LOVEEEEEE

[xhanisai]

Just a warning however-- biracialphobia nor enforcing ethnic stereotypes is tolerated here. So anyone in the replies or tags who immediately begins yapping about how Marinette SHOULD have brown eyes since she's half-Chinese will be blocked.

Otherwise, I'm perfectly fine seeing other people's preferences and what they like.

[phaggotetta]

getting high on jeff buckley live in chicago dvd

[sundewhasaudhd]

“What’s it calling when you stop zoning out? Zoning in?”

“We gotta lock in you guys”

Me and @lilacquintet a minute ago

[proffbon]

The Yappers

[nyoxt-was-here]

Me, knowing pretty damn well that I'll never own a house with the yard: When I'll own a house with the yard I'll research all the blooming plants that can grow in the area, and plant them in the yard to have different flowers aaaall the time from spring 'till autumn!

[weneedhelp]

yk that thing. where you're either a listener or a storyteller/speaker - who's who?

storyteller : lilac (me)

listener : esa

storyteller : joy

listener : loki

storyteller/listener : niwa

[angelsdvsts]

as he disappears into the next room, lilac was left on the floor questioning his actions -- one moment he was saying hurtful things to her and the next he jumps into action to help her bleeding hand. when he comes back, she's impressed with how he's quick to assess her hand, "well, it's kinda stinging like non-stop," she admits knowing that it was her own fault. if she wasn't so caught up in her feelings, she would realize picking up glass with her barehands was the stupidest thing she ever done. lilac tries not to flinch every time he dabs against the wound, eyes couldn't help, but drift over his features watching as he so intently observes and clean her wounds, leaving her wondering how he knew what to do. her breath hitches at his confession, heartbeat rapidly at how he's opening up to her. "how many years did it go for?" she asks, concern wash over her features. their fight was the least of her worries now, all she wanted was for him to continue to open up to her. . . to finally understand why he acts the way he does.

        The stark contrast of his current concern compared to mere minutes before is entirely lost on him as he fixates on taking care of Lilac. His protective instinct is easily taking control over his usual restricted façade, and for once, being vulnerable is the least of his worries.  “ Okay, got it. ”  He quickly fetches the kit then returns to wash his hands before sitting on the floor beside her.  “ I'm gonna clean it, okay ? Tell me if it hurts. ”  He's quiet, face rigid as he carefully takes her hand into his. The situation hits far too close to home, and he's sure she's bound to be questioning his sudden change in attitude. As he's focused on dressing her wound, his mind wanders back to their argument and the things she accused him of. He doesn't know why it's affecting him so deeply when he's heard plenty of slander without a single care to defend himself before, but he does know that she deserves to know more than he's let on.  “ My dad hit me a lot growing up. ”  His voice is soft, strained, and he keeps his eyes on the wound to seem more unaffected than he actually feels. Maybe it's not the answer she's looking for, but for some reason it feels like the right time to give way to his past.  “ I had to learn how to fix myself up quickly and quietly. It's why I keep a first aid kit in my car. ”

[justalittlelilac]

Y'ALL

IT WAS MY PARTNER THAT BLAZED MY POST.

He finally told me after I was talking about it. He was so proud of my writing that he made an account to blaze it and he had no idea it'd go under review. He feels terrible about it. I think it was very sweet.

So, mystery solved on that front lol

[landlineau]

been working on landline/landline related stuff since literally like 6pm yesterday it has been 12 hours nearly non-stop (minus a few trips to my twitter for you page).. i am two monster energy drinks in; i have work at 1pm.

great news though: chapter 9: "See You on the Flipside!" is published!

(cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, and quotev)

[brailsthesmolgurl]

Salvation

In another parallel universe, the legend was retold. The God of Sea and his bride has A heart so great that it holds the power to bring Lemuria back to its olden days glory. The bride however, is untouchable. If so, who is going to be salvaged?

Here comes the parallel universe ending! I know it was long awaited, but thank you for waiting patiently as all of my written stories are planned meticulously hence it takes up a LOT of time.

Read the start of this series: Damnation

Read the sequel of the Damnation: Retribution

Warnings: Angst, Spoilers for Rafayel Lore, Character Deaths, Gore and Blood (tbh its a common theme for this series already). A little bitty suggestive heh cause my hormones are raging for this man. Smol surprise at the end :)

"Tomorrow marks the day." Rafayel's slender fingers ran through y/n's curls, a smile slowly stretched across her lips, her cheeks evidently turning rubescent under the moonlight's sheen. "Tomorrow is the day I shall bring you to visit Lemuria." The purple haired god laid next to his soon-to-be bride, on her bed, in her chambers. The thing he could do to her right here and right now were endless. And none of them involved any items of clothing. That was how much the young god was holding himself back.

The smile on her face never faded, as her small hands reached up to cup both sides of his cheeks, his face warm and soft to her touch. "I can't wait. Hearing all of those stories from you, no pictures nor drawings could possibly compare to the reality of seeing your kingdom with my own eyes." She said, eyeing Rafayel glistening under the moonlight, the shadow on his face does not cover up his ethereal looks. Rafayel leaned in closer to her, his breath mingled against her cheeks. "You know we should not kiss until tomorrow, right?"

Her reminder of the pre-wedding taboo made him grunted, his lips formed an immediate pout and he threw his head back, clearly frustrated. "I should be the one to ban such traditions next time." He grumbled, but calmed down to look at her when her hands cupped his cheeks again, thumbs smoothing over his chiselled jawline. "How could one possibly live with not kissing their bride the day before their wedding?"

His childlike remark made her giggled. "Your people had done it for ages, and I figured it would only be right if we were to go along with such customs. As I shall be the first mortal bride afterall. I do not wish to upset any of your merfolks." She raised her hand up, surrendering herself and Rafayel leaned forward to hug her tight within his arms. Laughters erupted from the both of them.

When they looked into each other's eyes, their laughters slowed down, mesmerised by one another's gaze. Y/n could barely believe that this very moment is happening to her. It felt like yesterday when she had rescued Rafayel from the sandy shores and released him back into the ocean after he had promised to return to her some day. Now, here they are, awaiting for a grand wedding tomorrow, an official bond to be tied between the God of the Sea and his mortal bride.

The once cherubic looking Rafayel had grown into the dashing young god he is today. With misty purple locks that are naturally wavy---although he constantly claimed that it was the sea water that turned it wavy. Eye colour a mixture of lilac purple and lapis blue, that could change colour depending on the lighting and his mood. A personality that not many can and would want to handle given his nonchalant-ness. Mixing in good looks and his non-chalant attitude, he is like walking trouble amongst mortals.

But she knew Rafayel better than anyone. She knows the way he talks, although condescending to some, she knows that he is not just a talker, but also a doer. He nags her over the smallest of things, be it her dress colour not matching her lip colour for the day or whatnot; she knows that he cares for everything, even for the smallest of details. He yaps like he knows what he wants and gives off the vibe of an independent individual, but deep down, he is just a needy young man, seeking for her constant comfort, validation, love and affection.

These are just some of the small characteristics of Rafayel that made her fall for him even more. She watched as Rafayel inched in, his lips aligned with hers. But before she got to utter a word, he quickly moved his lip upwards and pressed a big kiss onto her forehead. "If I could not kiss your lips, I would just have to settle for kisses on your forehead and cheeks then." He teased her and continued barraging her face with kisses. Their laughters for the night were endless.

Rafayel sat at the edge of her window sill, turning around to watch her as she was fast asleep, her brunette hair messily tousled all over the bed, but she looked picturesque, with the silvery moonlight painted across parts of her face and the steady breathing of her chest made her a living art in Rafayel's eyes. "I shall see you later, my beloved bride." Not wanting to wake her in her slumber, he dived into the water below.

...

"Your highness! Stop running so quickly!" The maid, Natasha cried out, struggling to keep up with the bride's quick feet. "Your dress might get dirty and unkempt! And I did not receive any other gowns from them!" Sadly, the maid was the only one who gave her blessing to y/n's marriage. The king and queen could care less as long as Rafayel kept their pockets loaded with gold.

"Come on Natasha, lessen the apprehension, would you?" The bride slowed down her footsteps and turned to flash her maid a wide smile. "Today is a big day after all and I know, everything is going to be alright." Seeing the bride's grin, Natasha sighed in defeat and trotted behind the bride, exhausted but still anticipating to watch the union ceremony.

When they arrived near the sea stacks, Natasha handed her a red velvet box. Upon opening the latch, the box opened to reveal a veil, one woven from silk that could only be harvested from sea anemones that grow in the far West, the ones that only glow during the winter times. The veil was translucent, with an iridescence of silver glow whenever the light refracted off of its material. The crown that goes around her head is made out of pearls that were harvested from oysters that could only be found in the southern region of the seas. Collected and crushed by the merfolks and infused with a rare blue gem that only Lemurians possessed to create the crown for the veil.

The veil shorts of nothing extravagant, as expected of the God of Sea's taste. Rafayel ensured that this veil was done 6 months prior to the wedding as he does not appreciate any mishaps especially when it is related to his bride. Y/n took the veil out of the box and she carefully placed it on top of her head, Natasha going behind her to dust off the excess sand off of the back of the wedding gown. She also took the time to adjust the veil behind y/n's head, wanting to make sure everything is in place before the ceremony begins.

"It has to be perfect. Perfect." She remembered the way Rafayel nodded his head towards her, spelling the word PERFECT to her just so she could understand him. But Natasha caught him the moment he said the first sentence. Although she just waved him off that time, she knew that on the day of the wedding, Rafayel is the last person she would want to upset. Who knows what would happen to her if she made him upset. The thought itself sent a shudder down her spine.

"How do I look?" Y/n turned to face Natasha and the maid's heartwarming gaze gave her just the answer she needed to hear indirectly. "I can't wait for this Natasha." She held onto the maid's hands tightly. Horns started blaring loudly and the two women looked towards the sea stacks together. The sun rise made the sea blended in with the sands on the shore, the saturated warm glow casted upon the surface of the waters a sight to behold indeed.

Trumpets and choirs joined in with the blaring of the horns and y/n knew it was time for her to present herself walking towards the sea stacks. "Your Highness, your bouquet. Don't forget it." The maid shoved a bouquet of flame lilies and the bride muttered a thanks, hastily holding onto the bouquet before she stepped out from the backs of the huge rock.

The appearance of the bride made the merfolks gasped in awe, the off-shoulder wedding dress was made out of fine silk, and it did a great job in outlining her bodyline and curves perfectly. Her dress cut off at the mid of her thighs, but a big ribbon was attached to her right hip, aiding in the aesthetic and transitional fabric from fine silk to a chiffon tail. The tail of the dress was completely see through, with droplets of diamonds sewn on it. The bride glowed under the ray of the sun and nobody could have dreamed of a better start to a wedding.

Rafayel emerged from the waters, in his mundane form of course, riding on top of two orcas and he was delivered right onto the top of the sea stacks. His clumsy stumble made her giggled, hands going up to cover her mouth. Rafayel donned a full white suit, with a swallow tail at the back of his tuxedo, his hair neatly styled, probably with the help of his people. And the left side of his pocket peeked a corsage with flame lilies, same as the ones she has as a bouquet in her hands.

Upon seeing his bride, Rafayel was enthralled at her beauty, his jaw dropping slightly ajar before one of the merman spit water at him thus he only managed to snap himself back to reality, glaring at the merman who spat at him as he reached up to wipe the stain off of his sleeves. Not like the water did anything to his outfit either, but he had to be sure of it. It is their big day after all.

"Ain't this my bride." Rafayel said confidently when he walked to the edge of the sea stacks, reaching out his hand to her, for her to take so he could guide her onto the sea stacks. "Careful, I do not wish for my bride to be unable to walk before the grand night tonight, yeah?" His wink made her face flushed instantly and she smacked his arm playfully.

Standing next to him, she felt like everything was set in stone for her finally. She got to marry the one that she had always been in love with and she will be one of the very first mortals to visit this forbidden land under the waters. "Here, we rejoice in each other's company. One of merfolk and the other of mortal." Amund, Rafayel's trusty friend took the opportunity to solemnize the wedding.

"This moment shall mark the first of its kind in mortal and merfolk's history. A reunion to be witnessed between the God of the Sea, Rafayel, and his bride, a mortal. y/n. Shall there be any objections towards this blessed reunion..." Amund trailed off, eyes scanning the crowd, both in the waters and the only human on land before he continued. "You shall not be entertained." His sentence took everyone by surprise and everyone shared an understanding laughter. "Hence, Rafayel, would you take y/n to be your beloved wife? Through all suffrage, illness and happiness?"

Rafayel nodded, facing her and confidently saying. "I will always say yes to that. For I will love you for ages to come."

"How about you y/n, would you accept the God of the Sea, Rafayel's intentions of having to love you through all?" You immediately nodded and Amund shouted. "This reunion is blessed, you may kiss the bride!" Rafayel's lip immediately pressed against his bride's, the kiss shared between the two erupted a huge reaction from the crowd. Claps and whistlings and shoutings could be heard from all directions. The choir then resumed its melody when Rafayel pulled back from her lips. "Y/N?" His smile faltered as he watched his bride's irises had turned into a shade of blood red, matching the same colour of the liquid that was oozing out of his chest, staining his white suit into crimson red.

...

Y/N jolted awake in her own bed, beads of sweat littered all across her face. Running her palms across her face, surprised that her face is cold to her touch despite the current season is far from winter. Reaching over to her bedside drawer, she fetched her goblet and drank the contents of it.

A couple of knocks could be heard from her oak door. "Come in." The door slowly opened to reveal one of the maids, Clarrice. The red head walked in, silver tray in her hand, ready to be served to the princess. She bowed partially as a sign of respect, then placed the tray by the highness' study table before she walked over to pull open the heavy drapes of the curtains to reveal the warm sun rays shining in from the windows.

"It seems like your highness has chosen to sleep in today, hence I had drawn your curtains whilst you were in deep slumber." Clarrice smiled, her pink thin lips a contrast to her pale complexion, brown freckles strewn like constellations on her face. Y/N sat on the bed, eyebrows knitted together, not being able to figure out why Natasha is not greeting her as per usual. Given Natasha was the maid that was specifically assigned to care for the princess.

"Have you seen Natasha anywhere?" The princess questioned, taking another sip out of the goblet in her hand. Milk cold to the inside of her mouth, when the princess had always been accustomed to warm milk in the morning.

"Your highness, Natasha was nowhere to be found within her chambers at dawn." When the maid replied, she watched the princess' eyes narrowed and nervously added on. "It seems like Natasha had left the palace in a hurry. All of her items remained within her chambers, including her uniform. All that was missing was her common outfit. She could have left for the farmers market?" The hesitation in the maid's tone does not sit right with y/n.

"You may head on with your day now. Thank you." The princess spoke promptly and the maid hurried out of the chambers. Placing the goblet back onto the bedside drawer, y/n started retracing the dream she had earlier on. All she remembered from her memory was her being at a beach...the beach near the sea stacks!

The princess catapulted herself off of the bed, still in her outfit. Her outfit. She did not noticed the outfit she had on while she was in bed. She is wearing a gown. Specifically a fancy one, one would wear for a wedding. Wedding ceremony. Natasha. Rafayel. When the pieces started to piece together, so did her heart rate quickened. Raising her hands to her vision, she caught sight of splatters of crusted liquid on her palms, a brownish shade with specks of what seems to be blue fairy dust.

Realisation hit her with a truck and she grabbed the rope and tossed it out of her window, sliding down it as fast her hands would allow her to, the pain of the rope burn unregistered into her senses. Guards at this hour were most likely deployed to their stations within the towers hence allowing her escape all the more easier. Once her feet touched the ground, she ran with her bare feet and went out through the gardens behind the palace that leads her straight towards the seas.

Her bare feet carried her past the sandy shores, the strong currents of the sea breeze accompanying her speed. Coming across the huge rock that leads towards the sea stacks, she slowed down her footsteps, seeing bloody imprints on the sand, foot prints that belong to a human.

When she came to the sea stacks, the scene in front of her made her heart stopped beating for a good while. There laid Natasha, on the shore, with a pool of red replacing her shadow. Some parts of her blood on the shore were darkened, a natural occurrence of oxidation of the bodily fluids. The princess screamed for her maid, her friend, and ran towards her, tears uncontrollably rushed down her cheeks. She turned the maid over, only to find the young maiden was covered in stab wounds all across her torso. "Who did this to you?!" She shouted in agony, pulling the deceased into her arms as she cried, while cradling her friend.

"Y/N...." A voice cut through her cries and the nightmare does not end. "Y/N..." Just when she thought she had to suffer losing Natasha, she was met with the image of the God of the Sea, her beloved husband, her forever lover, laid on the sea stacks, blood emitting from the side of his mouth, his eyes losing their usual glow as he tried to call out to her. "RAFAYEL!" The princess cried, laying her friend down carefully onto the sand before she rushed over to Rafayel's side, stumbling her way up the sea stacks and having barnacles cutting into her skin. Yet again, her physical pain were not registered to her senses as of this moment. "RAFAYEL!" Her cries were unstoppable now, eyes turning bloodshot as she pulled her lover into her arms. "What happened?! I will go and get help..."

As she wanted to stand up to leave, Rafayel grabbed ahold of her hand and she regained the memory of the actual cause behind the happening.

...

The vision was murky but she could clearly hear a conversation taken place between two individuals. It seemed to take place within a cave, a female figure, with a singular eel-like tail and a merman, were having a talk. "If she remains untouchable, your kind shall perish." The feminine voice spoke, long, crooked fingers holding onto a round, translucent ball with spikes on it. She seemed to be studying the ball as she spoke. "Eradicating either one might be beneficial for you, as long as the heart is willing to be given."

"Does this mean I have to kill off the God? With my own hands?" The merman spoke, hesitation laced in his voice.

"Do not fret." The woman chanted a spell and a blue pearl appeared within her fingertips. "The mighty gem of Lemurians right? Infuse this with the crown that you would be making for her and the spell shall happen upon their kiss of rejoice, as husband and wife." She handed the blue pearl to the merman and added. "At least now, you won't get your hands dirty."

The merman kept the pearl in his pouch then placed a huge woven basket in front of the woman, a compensation of sorts for her 'service'. The merman turned to exit the caves and y/n gasped when she realised that the merman was Amund.

Her vision then flashed forward towards the moment when she wore the veil. Upon kissing Rafayel, she immediately got possesed by an unknown force, but an entity of evil origins. A dagger was summoned into her hands out of thin air and she stabbed Rafayel right in the heart with it. Y/n screamed out, but her voice was muted, playing the role of a bystander as the vision continued unfolding itself. The God of the Sea was taken aback as he had never thought he would be killed by his very own sworn lover.

His eyes looked into hers. Pupils blown out of the usual proportion before he spat out blood, splatters of it hitting her wedding gown and her face, but the possessed bride was unfazed. Merfolks were horrified as they hurriedly scattered into the seas. For an entity so evil that dares to challenge the God of the Sea, the merfolks know that they are powerless against this possessed individual, be it a mundane. So they chose to flee, hoping that the warrior amongst them, the longest friend of Rafayel's, would come to the rescue.

But Amund just stood by the shore, now in his human form, as he watched the blatant massacre happening right in front of him. A small smirk creeped up onto his face when he knew right then and there, the future of his people are secured. The foregone of a God shall mean one or two of the foretold endings. The princess willingly sacrifices herself to save Lemuria as she knew how much Lemurians mean to Rafayel. Or Amund shall dig the heart out of her if she chooses to be selfish. All with the end goal of him being viewed as the hero, salvaging Lemuria from its end days.

...

The vision ended, with y/n in shock, eyes staring blankly at Rafayel's body in her arms. The God of Sea finally letting his tears run astray, flowing down his cold and blanched face when his bride slowly came to her own realisation. The young god had once told his bride about the specialty of her heart, for he had given half of his heart to her when they made a promise during their first meet.

That moment, Rafayel summmoned a small blue fish within his palms, stating that blue fishes are emissaries of the sea, but he lied partially, knowing the moment she wanted to release him back into the ocean, he had fell in love with her and was sure that she will be the one. Hence, a bonding vow was made without her knowledge, and part of his heart was given to her as a contribution of his love.

The princess turned out to be the bait, the bait to kill Rafayel when he least expected it, just so Amund could gain the heart of either the God or the bride and to return glory to Lemuria. But Rafayel, although wanted to marry a mundane, had never once thought of abandoning his kind. His plan was to bring her to live with him within Lemuria, and with both of their hearts within the vicinity of one another, it could restore glory to Lemuria and no bloodshed would take place. And obviously, this plan was only known to the God of Sea himself. As a God only does what is best for his people and his actions shall reap what he sows.

"Im sorry!" Y/N's lips are only wired to speak these two words, body shaking and voice hoarse, mentally and physically pained, watching the dying God in front of her eyes. "I can't do this without you, Rafayel." Her hands cupped his cheeks, his blood painting her palms in red. "Please don't leave me..." She continued begging. "I could never forgive myself...Please don't go...."

"I am here...I will always be here..." The bride's cries would not stop, eyes avoiding his as she knew that he was stating the opposite of what he actually meant. Until her eyes landed on the dagger that was laid beside Rafayel. The same dagger that she had used to stab Rafayel in his heart, and the same dagger that Amund had used to kill Natasha as to eliminate any witnesses. Rafayel's eyes caught on eventually, but with him on the verge of death, he was physically unable to stop her.

He watched his bride, with eyes widened in terror while choking onto his own blood, trying to form words. "I love you." Were her last words before she stabbed herself with the dagger, right into her chest as well, where his and her heart lies. What comes afterwards was her choking and simultaneously spitting blood right out of her mouth, a sign of her haemorrhaging.

If nobody could take his heart, she shall not give up hers as well. A smile of relieve dawned on her face, the rosiness of her cheeks gradually fading as crimson tears replaced the redness of her cheeks. For she is a mundane, she could not hold on any longer like how Rafayel did, as it takes a while for a God to be fully bled dry.

Her whole body fell limply, like a puppet torn from its strings, and her face landed right in front of Rafayel, forehead touching his. The last breath the God of Sea took, was surrounded by the sounds of the clashing waves, basked within the warmth of the sunrise, his lifeless eyes stayed open, tear streaks are the only colours apparent on his pale face, just like his bride's.

...

Hundreds of years had passed. Linkon city's renowned museum held a grand exhibition, displaying all there is for one to know about the hidden city Lemuria, and its people, Lemurians. The exhibition featured paintings, artworks, artifacts and even 'theoretically-accurate' skeletal structures of the Lemurians. As this exhibition, does run on nothing factual but relying heavily on theories and legends arising from sea explorers.

Y/n held an information pamphlet in her hand, browsing the exhibition before she stopped at one of the large paintings with the title 'God of the Sea'. The painting featured a merman, a tail with two fins for the bottom half of his torso, while the upper is made of a man. Her eyes glanced over at the God of the Sea's face, a fish head that looked all too similar to a sardine fish.

"Don't you think this artwork is suspicious?" A voice travelled from beside her, the tone of the sentence laced with disgust. "In fact, I think this whole exhibition is a total scam." Y/n turned her head to face the source of the voice. A towering young man stood next to her, wearing a white V-neckline shirt and paired with a pair of black slacks and black dress shoes, his midriff secured with a wide belt. "What do you say?" He turned his head to face her, his dusky purple hair matching the shade of his purplish-pinkish-bluish eyes. A smile evidently plastered on his handsome features.

"Who are you to say that?" Y/n crossed her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows.

"The name's Rafayel." He confidently spoke, eyes glinting with amusement. "Anyways, mind grabbing a cup of coffee with me?"

... DUN DUN DUN!

And this shall officially mark the end for the pain! The story although still had mentions of angst and still caused some evident damage to your hearts, but I made sure I shall give you guys a good ending okay! Do not confuse this timeline with Damnation and Retribution as those are coexisting with this current timeline. SO yes! If you paid enough attention the details, the sea stacks... the sea witch blah blah..... IT IS ALL INDIRECTLY CONNECTED (depending on how you piece it based on your understanding). But yes, my story is written in this specific manner because I purposely wanted the worlds to be connected!

I really really hope you guys had enjoyed this series as I shall be writing more series as such in the future, either with Zayne or Xavier so please stay tuned for that!

If you could, drop me comments on what you think about this story as well! Even if it hurts you, makes you wanna smack yourself (pls dont do that), or whether it leaves you unfazed, I am nosy and I wanna know how this series has affected you mentally! Check out my other works as well on my page!

Wardrobe Malfunction ft LNDS boys

You forgetting a date with the boys *gasps in horror*!

Thank you for reading this series of mine. LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCHIES, MUACKS <3

[nintendoggender]

cryig sobbing throwing up you.. MISSED ME??? :( /pos but yeah im GOOD! just got home and im rotating ctommy in my brain like one of those low poly rat gifs

OMG BOO BOOTOWN... I FORGOT TO FOLLOW U ON THE NEW BLOG!! i was laikahearted/endless--sunsets/ghost!!! hi :-3

OMFG HI!!! HAI HAI HAI i was liek where r THEYYY... missed ur presence on my dash HELLO :3333333 how r u

[theolivetree123]

Victor's Fairytale Soiree Card!

Event by @angelwishess ! Congrats on 100+ followers! Mention of their character, Kyra, in the voice lines.

Mention of @oya-oya-okay 's character, Shuu, in the voice lines.

"Though mist may fill the air, you'll always be in my care, Ms. Kyra~!"

GROOVY: [LOCKED]

VOICE LINES

💜: My wish? Well, money or fame seem nice, but... if Kyra lends me her wish, I'd want to wish for my family's happiness! They deserve it. Especially with... all we've been through.

💜: My outfit is so pretty! If only I could keep it...

💜: Ah! They have so many sweets here! Perhaps I can sneak some back to school~

💜: *sigh* I wish I was on that throne. Being treated like royalty and being pampered by little fairy servants... if only I was rich and successful.

💜: Kyra looks so lovely! Floyd is a very lucky guy. *sigh* If only I could find my prince charming...

💜: Shuu looks so cute! You better watch out, Azul...~

💜: Maybe I can use some spell to make Kyra pick me! Ah, no. I wouldn't wanna get on Floyd's bad side. Looks like I'll just have to use my charm, then!

💜: I wonder what it's like to be a fairy. Though they're small, they serve an extremely important purpose in our world, being the ones who change the seasons. Maybe I'd be important if I was a fairy, too.

💜: Even if I don't get picked, I'd still want the lucky one's wish to be granted! I think everyone deserves a happy ending.

DUO MAGIC

Victor: Come on, Kyra! Dance with me!

Kyra: Vic! You're going too fast!

Yapping under the cut!

HALLO EVERYONE! I'm starting to feel a little better, so I decided to FINALLY make Victor a (non-birthday) SRR!!! And to congratulate Angel on 100+ followers! They're SOOO talented, and their art never ceases to amaze me. Keep up the hard work, Angie 💙💙

As for Victor's outfit, I wanted to go for a king/bard kind of look. I mainly used bards and jesters as inspo, though I added a modern take to it. I also wanted a subtle floral theme since the event has to do with fairies, and I like to compare certain flowers to the Sanderson siblings. So Victor's outfit is also slightly inspired by purple lilacs and foxglove.

Here's his reference below: