#moonlit night orchid

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Um...Yeah, Child Abuse...

Qin Yi has so few happy memories from his childhood. Even so, his memories in Moonlit Night Orchid are particularly harsh. The last cook for the troupe was so nice to him... and he never got to repay her for her kindness.

This Reflection has minor gore in the last chapter. The description is brief, but vivid.

But don’t fret. In two weeks, we’ll finally get to take a break from the melancholic memories and go on a picnic with a cheerful cat!

[reverieparacosm]

Swain x F!Reader, if you have the time and energy?

Swain (League of Legends) x F!Reader

Summary: Worried for Swain, burdened by his responsibilities, you find comfort in his presence.

Warnings: none

Note: Here it is! I wanted to write a small and cute scene. <3

The chill of the night presses against your skin, a welcome respite from the stifling heat of the day. You stand at the balcony's edge, the city sprawled beneath you like a tapestry of flickering lights. A lone raven, its silhouette stark against the moonlit sky, circles overhead, its caw echoing the unease that gnaws at your gut.

You are lost in contemplation, your thoughts a tangled web of anxieties and desires, when a shadow falls across the marble floor. The click of heavy boots on stone sends a shiver down your spine. You don't need to turn to know who it is.

"My dear," Swain's voice, a silken whisper laced with steel, slithers into the silence. "It is late. You should rest."

You turn slowly, meeting his gaze. "My mind, Swain," you say, your voice barely above a breath, "is too restless for sleep."

You feel his presence draw nearer until he is standing right beside you. His physical form is intimidating to most, with his black armor and fierce demeanor, but to you he has always been gentle.

"What troubles you so?" he asks, genuinely concerned.

You hesitate, unsure of how to express the tumult of emotions within you. Swain patiently waits, as he always does, for you to gather your thoughts.

"The responsibility you bear is crushing," you whisper, your voice trembling. "You carry the weight of an empire on your shoulders, alone. What if… what if we lose?" The thought of Swain, defeated, is unbearable. "I only wish there was more I could do to ease your burden. What if you…" you can't finish the sentence. Your heart aches with the fear of losing him, of losing everything.

He turns to face you, lifting your chin delicately with his gauntleted hand so your eyes meet his intense gaze.

"You ease my burden more than you know simply by being at my side. Your caring nature and compassion are a rare light in this world of constant battle and sacrifice. Do not underestimate the strength you give me."

His words warm your soul but still you worry. "What of the future, when we are gone from this world? Will our lives have meant anything if Noxus does not endure?"

A small smile plays at the corners of his lips. "You question too much the fickle hands of fate, my dear, when the present offers so much more."

He brushes a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you sigh contentedly, finally relaxing into his tender embrace. You lay your head against the ornate plating of his chestplate, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath. Here, in his arms, is the only place you feel truly at peace.

After a tranquil moment, Swain speaks again. "Come, walk with me through the gardens. Their beauty may help lift your spirits."

Hand in hand you wander the moonlit paths, surrounded by fragrant blossoms in full bloom.

Fireflies drift through swaying leaves and vines like miniature sparks of hope, their gentle pulse a counterpoint to the adagio of your hearts. Pausing beside a lush orchid display, you admire exotic blooms in muted daylight. Their delicate petals flutter with every whisper, seduced by summer zephyrs carrying whispers of love unvoiced.

Turning, Swain's gaze meets yours beneath a tapestry of stars. His large hand encloses your cheek in a gentle caress, belying the ferocity lurking beneath silk-clad skin. Leaning into his touch, you sigh softly.

"These remind me of you, delicate yet resilient," Swain observes. "Just as fragile beauty can thrive even in the harshest of environments, so too does your kindness persist despite witnessing endless hardship."

His words warm your face with a blush. For such an intimidating leader, he has a poetic soul. You turn to face him, meeting his intense gaze once more. An unspoken understanding passes between you in that moment.

Closing the mere inch between your parted lips, Swain seals your mouth with his own in a kiss of deepest longing. A sigh escapes you both to mingle in the breathless space. His lips mold fervently to yours in slow exploration, reacquainting himself with every subtle contour.

A flick of his tongue begs entrance, which you gladly grant with a small moan of surrender. The kiss deepens as Swain maps your willing mouth with thorough passion. You cling to his broad shoulders, warmth curling low in your stomach from his sensual tutelage alone.

All too soon, he withdraws just enough to graze your kiss-swollen lips in fleeting adoration. Your eyes flutter open to meet his smoldering gaze, mirroring the flames he has kindled within your core with nothing but his kiss.

Chests heaving, you remain locked in wordless communion, desire and devotion flowing between you like an unbreakable current. The kiss has left you aching for infinitely more.

When you finally part from him breathlessly, Swain takes you in his arms and continues on his way at a fast pace. You cling to him trustingly as he carries you back inside, the doors of your chambers bursting open with a flick of his wrist. Gently he lays you upon the feather-soft bed, following to hover protectively over your trembling form.

His eyes drink you in like fine wine before capturing your mouth in another searing kiss.

Hands that have commanded vast armies now roam your body with achingly tender care. Safe in Swain's embrace, all the world seems to fade away, leaving only your entwined forms locked in an ageless dance of passion beneath the starry light.

In the hazy afterglow you lie nestled against his broad chest, fingers idly tracing patterns across his scarred skin as his even breaths stir your hair.

A deep serenity fills you, chasing away the restless thoughts that had plagued your mind only hours before.

Swain places a lingering kiss to your forehead. "However the tides of fate may turn, know that you have given my life purpose and joy like nothing else. I vow to you that as long as there is breath in my body, Noxus will stand, so that our love may endure through the ages."

You smile blissfully up at him. "Then let this be the new dawn of an era where compassion and strength walk hand in hand." With that you seal your promise with a tender kiss of your own, hearts content to leave the future in wiser hands than your own as you lose yourselves fully in each other's loving embrace beneath the night sky.

[deepspace-mens-socialarchives]

Hi! its me Fay

Personal archive for Chats or post replies or dialogue responses from love and deep Space

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🐦‍⬛ Countdown reminder

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🐦‍⬛Extreme Sports[GLINT PHOTOBOOTH]

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⭐Insomnia Lecture

Emoji edition

Snowman laying down shaking head "NO" caption pt 1 pt 2

not listening

time for meds

Tea

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Archived posts so far

Moments

1️⃣Jenna,Tara,Greyson,Thomas pt1 pt2

🟪 🐦‍⬛tweak smile

🟪❄️learned a lot of weird trivia

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🟪🐚time to graduate

🐦‍⬛just woke up

🐦‍⬛ sunset

🐦‍⬛ Ammo Box Grill

🐦‍⬛ Not a Tiger[aff 23]

🐦‍⬛Goblet [aff 31]

⭐holding hands can shock U

🐦‍⬛Auction[aff 27]

🐦‍⬛mechanical crow likes shiny things

🐦‍⬛ MC's birthday - Sylus

🐦‍⬛ heatwave

🐦‍⬛lil S pet store

🐦‍⬛most fun part of kitty card

🐦‍⬛Crows aren't actually black

🐦‍⬛who said people have to smile

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Ready to row [Event chat]

After you get your first plushie at soul catcher [post]

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After the rain

Parterre day trip[Rafayel]

Great for a relaxing run[Xavier]

Partner Go Go

Adventure Above Clouds

Moonlit Orchid Day

[peppymintdreams]

Sakuverse Masterlist

Every ZSakuVA fanfic i've written (except for Sakuverse Reimagined Twist of Fate and Headcanon) is here, NOTICE NON BLUE FIC TITLES WILL BE MOVED TO MASTER-LIST II

Angst: 🔥 Fluff: ☁️ NSFW: 🌶️ Yandere: 🔪 AU:🌎

Alex:

Andrew Marston:

Disobedient 🌶️

The First Morning After ☁️

A Resurfacing Nightmare 🔥

You Broke Me Now We Drift Away 🔥

Soft Keys ☁️

A Swan's Cry 🔥

Haunting Dreams 🔥

Shattered Reflections 🔥

The Breaking Point ��☁️

A Battle Of Wills 🔥🌶️

An Unwritten Chapter 🔥☁️

Winding Roads ☁️

Not In Love 🔥

A Waltz Under Glass and Stars ☁️

My Darling ☁️

After The Fight 🔥

Forever and Always 🔥☁️

Unyielding Obsession 🔪

I Want to Protect You 🔥

Whispers in The Highways 🔥

You're My Daydream ☁️

Show Me How ☁️

A Photograph Worth a Thousand Memories☁️

Twin Troubles 🔥

Asirel:

Cevyk:

Dontis:

Elias:

Eye Understand You ☁️

Secret Weapon☁️

Hey Sexy Boy ☁️

Hot and Sweaty.... Ramen ☁️🌶️

Sick and Tired of You ☁️

Shower With You ☁️

A Catty Man 🔥

You a Sickie Baby ☁️

Memories We Can't Recall 🔥

Gifts ☁️

Crumbling Dreams 🔥

Just Me and My Thoughts ☁️

A Quiet Moment

A Quiet Escape

Marked Territory

Caged Affection

Green-Eyed Trouble

Until You Wake

Caught In The Act

Close Enough

Unexpected Trouble

Beach Buddies

Wines Affect

Mario Party Madness

The Tears of a Grown Man

Sunset Moonrise

“[Secret Agent Barista]”

Bratty Behavior

Tears in the Storm

Portrait of Disaster

Namaste or Not

Riding Into The Sunset

Isaac Rhoades:

Sing Sweet Nightingale 🔪

Morning Love ☁️

Sick and Pickled ☁️

The Dawn in the First Light ☁️

Crime and Idiocracy ☁️

Broken Promises🔥☁️

Soft interruptions☁️

Lines Crossed🔥☁️

Movie Night☁️

Anxious🔥☁️

A Work of Art From God ☁️🌶️

Insomnia Who? ☁️

Burn It ☁️

Panik....Kalm....PANIK 🔥☁️

Begone Thot🔥🌶️

Trust 🔥☁️

I'm Tired of this Grandpa 🔥☁️

So Purty ☁️

Waiting for You 🔥

Who did This 🔥🔪

Forgotten Flames 🔥☁️

Thinking ☁️

Furry Little Friends ☁️

Dress Code 🔥🌶️

You Signed the Contract

Good morning to You too…

The Gifts of Orchids

Pieces of My Heart

Until I’m Home Again

Sweet Moments

Steps to the Heart

Blossoms in His Arms

Shadows of The Past

Jonah:

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Luca Pearce:

Wicked 🌎🔥

Rainey Nights New Beginnings 🌎☁️

The Heart Knows no Boundaries🔥☁️

You Fit Perfectly With Me🔥☁️

Mentally Not There🔥

The Straw that Breaks the Bunny's back🔥

Trip Down Memory Lane☁️

I Don't Want you to Leave☁️

Everybody get in the fuckin holiday spirit☁️

Read 5:38 Pm☁️

You're My everything i'm Glad your here☁️

Wrong Side of Bed🔥☁️

Fading🌎🔥

Make a Wish with Me☁️

Obsessed ☁️

Late night Snack ☁️

Call Me ☁️

Obsessed with You Too ☁️

Sleepy Cuddles ☁️

Not Today ☁️

My Husband ☁️

A Cozy Night Out

Queen of Hearts

Tsundere Tendencies

Wisdom Tooth Woes

Daddy’s Little Princess

Home…

Wet Dreams

Matias:

Niall:

Rowan:

Xanthus Claiborne:

Periods ☁️

Time With You ☁️

Bound by Shadows

The Enchanted Night

The Moonlit Pact

Midnight Whispers

A Warm Embrace

The Eternal Gallery

Before the Dawn

A Vampire’s Veil of Shadows Ball

Feeding

A Gift in Ink

A Gem for Love

Eyes on Me

A Vampiric Makeover

Mortal Beauty

Immortal Beauty

Zaros Kymen Atha'lin:

[itsphoenix0724]

I don’t know if your still doing the bouquet event. But an orchid with Rhysand sounds wonderful!

Orchid (Rhysand x Reader)

Warnings: angst (don't hate me)

Word Count: 970

❀° Event Masterlist ❀°

A/N: Thank you for visiting my page, I'm so sorry this took me so long to write. Reader takes the place of Feyre in this fic so Nesta and Elain are her sisters. I have a very complicated relationship with Rhys idk why he's just super hard to write for me. Please don't kill me but this is angsty I'm so sorry. But I hope that you enjoy it <3

You haven’t been able to leave the nursery since you brought your baby home. He was perfect, the crown of inky black hair matching his father, with your eyes staring back up at you. You’re humming softly rocking the cradle back and forth as he sleeps, the knitted bat stuffed animal curled under his small arm. Your body tenses as your husband slips through the doorway, he utters your name and you glare at him without stopping your lullaby. 

“I will not discuss this in front of our son.” Your tone betrays nothing of your feelings, refusing to let anything show in his presence. Rhys’s face pales a shade but he nods and gestures with his head to the door. After giving a subtle nod you leave the sleeping prince in his cradle, safely guarded by moonlit dreams, and follow Rhys out of the room. You want for nothing more than a glass of liquor, preferably the strongest Velaris has to offer, as you stand across the study from your husband.  Alas, you are nursing so your desire remains a boiling headache sprouting in your temples. 

“Darling-” Rhysand starts, but you raise one hand and he stops speaking, snapping his jaw shut. You take a moment to look at Rhysand fully. His raven hair, so normally well-kempt, is run through and the purple half-moons under his eyes cast grotesque shadows on unnaturally pale skin. You’ve barely spoken to him in days since Nyx was born. 

In fact, you’ve refused to see any of the inner circle at all seldom your sisters.

“I am going to talk now. You are going to do nothing but listen.” You will steel into your spine, wishing your power to grant you the strength for this. Rhys nods once sitting in his chair and wringing his hands together in his lap. “You made me your equal, and yet you betray me. You force the hands of our truest friends to betray me.” You have felt a tidal wave of emotions since you found out what your mate kept from you. 

Anger, betrayal, disgust, but all you feel now is sadness. 

Sadness at the reaper that seems to have been following you through your first week as a mother, angry at your sister for snatching your family back from the cold iron of his grip. 

“You have proven that the members of this court will obey your wishes without any regard for me as your equal. Not only that, the worst thing about this is you were going to let us die in ignorance, after promising that I would always have a choice with you. That is what truly breaks me, Mate.” You watch your husband fall apart before you. The High Lord of Night crumbling and dissolving like salt in water. You want to go to him, you want to ease his sobs and tell him that everything is alright. 

But everything is very much not all right. 

“Why?” is the only thing you can manage to croak out, your tears finally cracking the damn that you’ve built to keep them at bay. Rhys stands, crossing the room and three wide steps, and wraps you in his arms. You try to fight it but you let yourself collapse into the warm embrace he offers. You wail, cursing the world and your mate, beating your hands against his chest half-heartedly. He cups your cheek a thumb running to wipe the silver from your eyes, but your hands remain limp at your sides.

“I have no excuse,” he swears sinking to his knees you follow him melting without the force of his weight to keep you upright. “I tried to do my best by Madja’s instructions. I did not want to rip the joy from you, but I had no right. I’m so sorry my love, so so sorry. I wanted to bring you the news with a solution.”  You still choke around your sobs, the solid iron you’ve built around the bond cracking just a fraction, letting some of its golden light shine back through. 

“You also had no right to send Nesta on that hike. Her intentions may have been egregious, but she is the only one who was honest with me.” Rhys’s lips press into a thin line, the topic of your sister always a touchy one, but he nods. 

“I’ll do my best to be better for you.” Rhys gulps around the tightening in his throat. You don’t know how long you spend crying on the floor of his study, Rhys soothing your hair before something finally lightens in your heart and you let go. 

Forgiveness. 

You realize after one heartbeat, then two, that this feeling is forgiveness. You almost collapse under the weight of it. You meet Rhysand’s eyes and let the walls of the bond fall and you feel the palpable relief, see it in his eyes. 

“You have to be better.” You mutter, and Rhys nods resting his forehead against yours. 

“I’ll do better for you. For Nyx. For our family.” He swears and you feel the burn of another promise singeing into your skin, the stretching wings of a dove appearing on your sternum, you can see the twin appearing on Rhys’s own skin. Finally, you press your lips to his and he melts hauling you onto his lap. His kiss is bruising, the bond between you both singing happily in your chests. This healing road will be long, and the trust you’ve built with your family now broken and fragile. But the road is visible, the fog of pain gone from the path you must take. You will forgive, no matter how hard it will be. Rhys’s hands are shaking as he presses a kiss to your forehead. After all of the pain.

Forgiveness is a welcome feeling.

[yukinohiko]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[tateringss]

A MOONLIT RESPITE

Bruised. Bloodied. Exhausted. That was how a worried Prince Sergei found Omen, standing at the precipice of church grounds, barely holding his own. Late for his date. The Inquisitor could only mutter an apology for his tardiness before collapsing into the Mornmaster's arms, tarnishing the priest's garments once more with blood and gore. Acting quickly, Sergei lets the healing light of the Morninglord seal Omen's wounds shut, flooding his veins with a surge of the divine essence he had lost along the way. After a brief respite on the steps of St. Andral, Omen expressed the want to clean himself and make himself presentable for the prince. For that, Sergei brought him sneakily towards the back door of the building, to a locked room where no commoner was meant to go. Inside was a small chapel, yet the altar was decked with religious ornaments. Amongst them stood the marble idol depicting Omen's mother Kalina, resting at the foot of the Morninglord. The sight of her reminded him of how he never properly thanked the prince for his generosity, his persistence, his stubbornness in healing him, even when the assassin tried to push him away. Sergei replied in humbleness, saying that what he did was the least people could do for another. Omen denied him, insisting that if he were to put the world on the prince's pedestal, the world would fall apart. That is when Sergei approached him and cupped the aasimar's weary face, rubbing his thumbs under the curve of his eyes. Not minding the filth still splattered on his skin, touching the weapon like the most precious of satin. "Do not mourn and scowl that the moment has gone. You hurt because that moment mattered. Smile because it happened."

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BONUS CUTE DATE SCENE 💫 under the cut

After cleaning up and getting into a change of untattered clothing, Omen led Sergei to the church cemetery and gardens. He remarked about the night and how he enjoyed its serenity, pointing out how ironic it was considering the blood flowing in his veins. He acknowledged, however, that without the sun, no flowers would bloom and no ray would gift the prince with his radiance. He then asked about Sergei's favorite flower and was pleasantly surprised that he answered night orchids before the prince reminded him about how the sun never really disappeared, even during the night. How night orchids are a testament to this.

"The moonlight is but a reflection of the sun, after all. There is always light even in the darkest of nights for flowers to bloom." "I am sure that with your presence near them, no flowers would have to worry about sunlight at all." "...you really have a way with words, don't you, Vilomen?" "What can I say? I developed it along the way, although not for and through the best means." Sergei came up to Omen to hold a finger against his lips, gently halting his words. "You have too much experience using them for the wrong people." Omen leaned further onto the finger against his lips. "Perhaps it's time to practice them on the right person, then."

[reydeyflummyx759z]

Testing the Stars

CW: Mess

Ft. Sarsaparilla Contreras, a best friend, and Misaki Musoubana...

In an adventure filled with dick moves and manipulation.

This was definitely a new approach.

I wanted to capture Misaki's perceived nature and true nature... A sneezy wolf in sheep's clothing.

CHAPTER ONE...

Saks is Free Real Estate!

Misaki Musoubana, the epitome of Tokyo's elite, strutted through Los Angeles with the eyes of a hungry tiger. As she pondered into Saks Fifth Avenue, she relished how everything looked. She whisked through the luxurious racks of the boutique with the grace of a gazelle, her long black hair bouncing gently in rhythm with her confident stride. Her greenish-blue eyes sparkled with the excitement of finding the perfect ensemble for the upcoming gala. The spring air was a minefield of pollen and dander, but she'd never let it show.

Not in public.

Not with her best friend, Sarsaparilla "Ria" Contreras, who had the unfortunate timing to be in the throes of her own fashion emergency.

"Misaki," Ria whispered, her hazel eyes full of concern, "are you sure about this? You just got paid..."

Misaki's hand shot up, silencing her friend with a delicate yet firm gesture. She took a deep, unnecessary sniff, her prominent nostrils flaring like the petals of a particularly irritated orchid. "Posh, darling. It's fine. Besides, we ought to live a little, no?" Her high-pitched, nasally British accent was as soothing as a serrated knife on velvet.

Ria, with her short blond hair with blue undertones and a small, straight nose adorned with a septum piercing, looked skeptical. She knew Misaki's allergies could turn a delightful day into a sneezing symphony. "Well, it is pretty dusty," she protested, her voice a sweet blend of worry and doubt. "Are you sure going to such a high end store was a good idea?"

Misaki's hand fluttered to her nose again, her fingers lingering briefly before she spoke. "I've got this new nose spray, darling. The latest in hypoallergenic technology. It's supposed to be the bee's knees, so no need to worry about me turning into a walking tissue factory." She flashed a dazzling smile, her mole on her right cheek seeming to wink in the store's soft lighting.

The two friends continued their shopping spree, Ria's eyes darting around the store as she searched for the most avant-garde pieces that would make heads turn at the gala. Meanwhile, Misaki's nose began to itch with the intensity of a thousand mosquito bites. She tried to ignore it, focusing on the fabrics that whispered against her pale skin. Yet, with every breath she took, the scent of freshly dry-cleaned clothes and the faint hint of floral perfume wafted in, setting her allergies ablaze. "Hh... Hk'nxt!" Misaki stifled a sneeze with sheer willpower.

"What was that noise?"

Misaki's eyes watered, and she gave a delicate sniff. "Nothing." She lied, her voice nasal and strained.

Ria's gaze searched her face, and she looked ready to argue further, but Misaki was already moving on. "Look at this," she cooed, holding up a dress that was the color of a moonlit night. It shimmered with beads and sequins, the fabric whispering promises of elegance and opulence. She held it against her body, and the fabric clung to her curves like a second skin. "It's divine, don't you think?"

Misaki's nose twitched again, and she swiped at it with the back of her hand, the urge to sneeze growing stronger. "It's a bit... Old, isn't it?" Ria suggested, eyeing the garment with suspicion.

"Old?!" Misaki scoffed, her voice pitched high enough to shatter glass. "This is vintage, darling. The kind that makes a statement!" She held the dress closer to her large chest, as if protecting it from Ria's uncultured critique.

"Okay, if you say so..." Ria rolled her eyes and followed her friend's lead.

But the dress was the least of her worries. The itch in her nose had spread to the back of her throat, setting off a tickle that grew with every breath. Her eyes watered more, and she could feel her sinuses swelling shut. "hhHEHH’TSHIEWWW!!!" she finally couldn't hold it in, the sneeze exploding from her like a firecracker, the dress momentarily forgotten.

"Holy crap, bless you!" Ria's exclamation pierced the air, a stark contrast to the elegant ambiance of the boutique. She watched as Misaki's entire body convulsed with the sneeze, her eyes squeezed shut and her head thrown back, the force of the explosion sending a spray of saliva into the air. It was a stark reminder that even the most put-together of socialites weren't immune to the whims of the natural world. "Are you okay?"

Misaki's nostrils flared in preparation for another sneeze. She pinched her flaring nostrils shut, eager to continue shopping. "Ria, darling," she gasped out between clenched teeth, "I'm fine." Her voice, a melody of adenoidal sweetness, became a strained nasally dirge. Misaki couldn't believe it. Her eyes watered, and her long pointed nose took on a life of its own. There was no hiding it. She was going to have a damn allergy attack. The sneeze - or sneezes - could either be contained or become a full-blown, nose-blowing fiasco. Sadly, Misaki's urge to just sneeze her life savings away was all but inevitable.

They moved on, her eyes darting around the store like a caffeinated squirrel searching for a nut. A cloud of fine dust rose from a rack of fur coats, and she couldn't resist running her fingers along the fur. "Misaki!" Ria's voice was a warning siren. "Oh my goodness, look at this... It's so exquisite!"

Unfortunately for Misaki, her nostrils couldn't take the billowing cloud of dust. Her large breasts heaved involuntarily, the black low cut blouse stretching with the fabric. With a poised forefinger and thumb, Misaki pinched her quivering nostrils shut. To her horror, a squelching wet sound resulted from squishing them together. The pressure built... And... "Hghh'IGHXT!! Nggght! Huh-MMmpt-shh!" Misaki stifled three sneezes in rapid succession. Damn it, her asthma was probably going to join the misery too.

Ria, bless her heart, tried to remedy the situation. Unfortunately, running her hands through the furry fabric, real or no, was a death sentence waiting to happen. "Ooh, Misaki! Try this on!" What Ria pulled out, to Misaki's horror, was a mink jacket. Yes, the mink was divine and shiny. But to all who knew her, Misaki was dreadfully allergic to fur.

Misaki's greenish blue eyes looked at the fabric. The itch she tried staving off rekindled its potent flame.

"Ria. Are you sure about thihh-this?" she said, her voice nasal and tight. Misaki's voice wavered with sneezy hitches. "It's nea--hhhihhh--nearly suhhh.... Suhhh..." Two manicured fingers of poise fled under her filling nostrils.

Ria then saw the danger in front of her too little, too late. "Misaki, don't --,"

"Huhh... Huhh'KKKNNNT! Huhh'KKKSSHT! HAKKK'Kkntt!!" The squelched sneezes sounded horrendously unsatisfying and harsh. Misaki was about to provide a sultry retort to her bestie for trying on the damned mink jacket. Realizing resistance was futile beneath the spray of freshly produced sneezes, Misaki played along with her body's whims. "Heh-heh-ehh-ahh-AHHHH!"

Ria's hazel eyes widened in horror. "Oh shit, you're --,"

"--Hih'HIHH'hHH... EEEEHHHkKK'SHhHhEEE-HEEW!!" The mess of a sneeze that burst from Misaki was a tawdry attempt at being, what was it? Demure. Cute. Poised. Refined. Misaki prayed - no - pleaded to the gods that her sneeze session would stop. The sneeze was so sinfully loud that it caused more than a few bewildered shoppers to pause. Saks Fifth Avenue was definitely not the place to blow a gasket. Even the people giving out wine samples turned away.

"Okay, Misaki, I think that's enough sh--,"

"HEHH... IIssch'SHHYIEW! AHht'SHIIEW! Hhht'shhHIEW!" It was at this point she found out: Ria fucked up big time. The resulting sneezes sounded like a wounded dove, high pitched, nasally and shrill. Then... Misaki has a sinister idea. The taller woman removed the jacket, the contents slithering to the floor. The billowing dust of mink snaked up Misaki's sensitive nostrils.

Ria saw Misaki groping for a dress she practically cried for within the last three weeks. An $850 lavender mini dress with a heart shaped opening for the chest area got snatched from the rack. Ria realized that her friend was going to do the unfathomable. "Don't you dare--,"

"Hehh!! HAAESCHHHH-yYIEWWW!!" Misaki, to Ria's horror, decided to pull a dick move, which consisted of sneezing all over the beautiful dress... And everything else she wanted. The moment Misaki lifted the fabric of the mini dress to her nose, a brief flash of a knowing smile beamed before her nostrils flared wildly, and sneezed heartily into it. "Hghhhh... HGHHHH'GSZCHHHIEWW! Hah'TSSshhyeEWW!! Huh... HUT'SCHHHIIIEW! CHIIIEW! 'SCHHHIEEEWW!!" At this point, the spectacle was palpable.

What a scene.

A Japanese British woman sneezing into a bunch of new and expensive clothes to kill the price tag felt gross and disrespectful to Ria.

"Misaki, for fuck's sake!" Ria's sweetness turned sour, her eyes narrowing into slits. "You're going to get us kicked out!"

And Misaki didn't give two shits. She wanted - no - NEEDED everything. With a resigned sigh, Misaki's sweetness fell to oblivion. "Respectfully, Ria dear, I fucking need this." Misaki practically dragged her friend with the clothing of choice into a dressing room, completely unsolicited.

"Ew... What the fuck?"

"Girl's got issues...."

"Robbie, let's go." A myriad of people were at the store, hearing a snotty firecracker blow up.

In the dressing room, Misaki's plight worsened. In fact, her normally pristine Hime cut looked disheveled and sprinkled with the last several allergic sneezes. "Okay, what the FUCK are you doing?!"

"Reaching for the stars, sweet... Hea... Ahh... HASHHH'YYYIEEWW! HESCHHH-IIEEWW! HKPTSCHHHIEW! HKK'TSCHHIEW! ISSHHH-ShYYyIEWW!" The sneezes sounded like a shrieking little girl's, shrill and high pitched at the end. "God, everything's bloody dust... DustIiieh-HHHH!!"

"Don't you fucking DARE!!" But it was far, far, far too late. The lavender silk dress, a once pristine canvas of elegance, now bore the brunt of Misaki's drenching sneezes. Her prominent nose was a twitching, snotty mess, and Ria could only stand there, horrified. She knew that look in Misaki's eye—it was a blend of desperations and spite. Through hell or high water, Misaki was going to manipulate this situation to her 'advantage,' and there was no stopping her.

Misaki's nasal shrieks grew in volume and frequency, each one echoing through the plush walls of the dressing room. Her body, usually a bastion of poised elegance, jerked with each spasm. She could feel the eyes of the other shoppers burning into her back, judging her lack of decorum. "Ughh... HEDZCHHHHHOOOO! HEGHHZCHHHH'IEIU! HDDDDGHHH-SHYyIUUU! AEEESCHHHIEEW!!" But the itch in her nose had become an all-consuming need, a siren's call that she couldn't ignore. The dressing room had become a battlefield, with her allergies the enemy and the clothes her unwilling accomplices.

Even Misaki's high pitched nasal explosions turned into undignified howls for long lost control. Through the smell of roses and sneezes, Ria braced herself. She knew the manager was going to be beyond pissed.

Misaki, in a fit of desperation, threw the soiled garments over Ria's head. "Ew, what the hell?!" Of course, little did Ria know, this was Misaki's calculated plan the entire time. She had zero intention to buy anything, if at all.

"Take these to the counter and ask for a discount, darling," she ordered, her voice muffled and nasal. "Tell them it's an ehh... Merr... GeHHH!!"

"Come off it, Misaki--,"

The dove's nostrils flared twice their already large size, her sneezes drenching the poor embroidered handkerchief. "AEEESCHHHIEEW! HuhhRESSSCHHH-iew! ASHHH-IIIEW! HAHH-RESHHH-IIIEW! HAAHH-EDDZCHHH-SHHIIEWWW!"

"Okay, stop it--,"

"Use that sweet, innocent act of yours." Misaki's greenish blue eyes sparkles with mischief and watery evil. "It's a fashion emergency, so chop chop." She ordered like a mother ordering a child.

Ria's hazel eyes narrowed, the haze of the dust and fur settling around her. "But, Mi-,"

"Just. Fucking. Do it." Misaki's tone darkened to pure poison. "Or I'll break your God damn phone." Knowing how vicious Misaki's older sister was, Ria knew better than to cross a bona fide tigress in sheep's clothing.

Ria's jaw clenched, but she knew when Misaki had reached her limits. With a huff, she gathered the soiled garments and stormed out of the dressing room, the clothes leaving a trail of sneezed-on sparkles behind her. With a sheepish expression, Ria braced for the inevitable, feeling the wetness on her hands. "Sorry about that, Vinnie. She wants everything."

A sweet, burly redhead - apparently named Vinnie - looked at the clothes in disgust. All 10 garments and a purse faced Misaki's allergic wrath. The man gave three looks at each garment. "Well .. that'll be $167.88. Can you tell your friend to feel better for me?"

"I sh--"

Misaki emerged from the dressing room, her long nose reddened and chapped. "AH-ESCHIEW! HASHHIEW! HAT-SCHHIEEWW!" The furious clicking of heels turned away from Ria, exiting the store with haste.

Ria's expression crumbled. "I will..." And give her a piece of my God damn mind, she thought.

The moment Ria paid for the items, she saw Misaki blowing the absolute heck out of her perky, refined nose. The moment she emerged from her expensive handkerchief, her nose looked absolutely red and swollen. Her eyes were watery, her cheeks flushed, and her face was an absolute disaster. "Thank you, Ria darling," she sang, her voice nasally and smug. "You're my favorite pup." The patronizing pat on the head made Ria feel like she was all but a lapdog.

This had to stop. "This is the last time I'm taking you anywhere."

"ESCHH'iIEEEWWW!!" Misaki's nose was a battleground of itchiness and irritation. She couldn't even breathe properly, let alone maintain the poised composure she was known for. Each step she took through the bustling streets of Los Angeles felt like a marathon in a desert of pollen. The air was thick with the scent of spring's unwelcome embrace, and she could feel her sinuses screaming in protest. "Hih'HCHHHIIEWW!" The sneezes had turned into a symphony of despair, a nasal concerto that would make even the most stoic of composers weep.

"Are you even listening to me?" Ria's voice pierced through the haze of Misaki's misery, her hazel eyes flashing with a rare hint of anger. But Misaki was too far gone, lost in the relentless maelstrom of sneezes and sniffles to care about the consequences of her actions. Misaki stumbled out of Saks Fifth Avenue, her handkerchief a soggy mess in her hand. The pollen-filled air outside did little to alleviate her suffering, the springtime bloom a cruel reminder of her body's treacherous betrayal.

Misaki's expression wavered a little. "You were the one who suggested the outing. Hence, you pay the price." With a chuckle, Misaki fanned her face with the handkerchief and sneezed heartily into it. "HASCHHHIEEW! ASHHH-IIIEW! HII'SHIIIEW!"

"Good Lord..." Ria's eyes narrowed as she followed her friend's chaotic sneezing. "You're despicable."

"Huh?" Misaki gave a knowing look.."The next place we're headed is the dry cleaners. Don't worry. It'll be fine, darling."

Ria's face contorted into a grimace. "What the--"

"Oh, I know you'll play along, dearie." Misaki smiled with a beaming, conniving grin. "You always do."

Ria couldn't believe it. Misaki had always had a flair for drama, but this was a whole new level of extravagance. "You're unbelievable," Ria grumbled, holding the bag of discounted, sneezed-on garments like it was a sack of dirty laundry.

Of course, when they walked towards Misaki's beautiful black Buick, Misaki made a beeline for the passenger side. "Come now. Drive off like you're proud."

Ria rolled her eyes, slammed the door shut, and revved the engine, feeling the vibration in her core. The scent of freshly cut grass wafted through the open window, and it was all Misaki could do not to sneeze again.

The grassy smell felt like Ria's answer to the ordeal. Misaki gave an accusatory glare at the windows. She clamped a manicured hand over her mouth and nose, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to breathe through her mouth. It was like trying to keep a dam from breaking with nothing but a handkerchief. "Hegh... Hegh-CHIIEW! HESCHHIEEW! HAAH-SCHHIEW! Hehhh-AHH-CHIIIIEWW!" The sneezes ripped through Misaki like a tornado, leaving her gasping for air and her eyes streaming with tears.

"Jesus..." Ria groaned, "Okay, after the dry cleaners, where do you want to go?"

"Fleming's." A proud answer that Ria couldn't believe came out of her mouth. "We deserve the victory food. Plus..." Misaki gave her friend a smile. "You've been a good little kitten so far."

"If you say so." The ride to the dry cleaners was a silent symphony of sniffles and sneezes. The pollen had claimed its prize, and Misaki was the hapless victim. Ria felt a pang of pity, but she knew her friend's true nature. She had to draw a line in the sand, or she'd be forever cleaning up after her messes, both literal and figurative.

.....

And...

Part 1 is finished.

This was fun!

[just-a-pinch-of-salt]

Blog Masterlist

Greetings! I sometimes archive limited-time cards and events from Love and Deepspace in this blog for fun.

Since I’ve archived contents from three events and several limited cards so far, I decided to sort them here to make them more accessible.

In Progress:

YouTube Archive

Tumblr compresses the hell out of videos so better quality recordings can be found here. There may be slight delays in the uploads of videos due to YouTube’s daily limit. Status: In progress.

Events:

Yunshan’s Charm ❄️

Event Story — Act 1, Act 2, Act 3 Bamboo Divination — Act 1, Act 2

Partner Go Go ✨️ ❄️ 🔥

Xavier Story — Act 0, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4 Zayne Story — Act 0, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4 Rafayel Story — Act 0, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4 Music — Melodious Journey, Rhythm Storm, Wave Impact, Ultimate Symphony

Adventure Above Clouds ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶

Xavier Story — Act 0, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4, Act 5 Zayne Story — Act 0, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4, Act 5 Rafayel Story — Act 0, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4, Act 5 Sylus Story — Act 0, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4, Act 5

Sweetie Silk ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶

Introduction — Story Xavier Mini-Story — Interactions Zayne Mini-Story — Interactions Rafayel Mini-Story — Interactions Sylus Mini-Story — Interactions

Radiant Ripples ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶

Zayne — Call

Moonlit Orchid Day ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶

Xavier — Interaction Zayne — Interaction Rafayel — Interaction Sylus — Interaction

Very Moment With U ❄️

Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4 Text Interaction Video Call Cake Interactions Cake Ingredients — Base, Theme, Décor, Banner Cake — Dreaming Ice, Thawing Forest, Silver Shroud

Twilight Comrades 🔥

Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4 Twinkle Photobooth

Seremoon Gift ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶

Dialogue — Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus

Mountain Journey ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶

Xavier — Story, Interactions Zayne — Story, Interactions Rafayel — Story, Interactions Sylus — Story, Interactions

Chansia Journey ❄️

Interactions

Timeless Days ✨️

Story Video Call Cake Ingredients — Base, Theme, Décor, Banner Cake — Sunlit Flower Field, Ivory Realm, Starry Glow

Walking Reverie 🪶

Story Twinkle Photobooth

Cuteness Crush ❄️

Story Twinkle Photobooth

Meow’s Time ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶

Xavier — Story, Interactions Zayne — Story, Interactions Rafayel — Story, Interactions Sylus — Story, Interactions

Lost Petals ✨️

Story Twinkle Photobooth

Touring In Love ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶

Xavier — Story, Interactions Zayne — Story, Interactions Rafayel — Story, Interactions Sylus — Story, Interactions

Lanternet Gift ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶 🍎

Xavier Zayne Rafayel Sylus Caleb

Savage Overture ✨️ ❄️ 🔥 🪶 🍎

Xavier — Story, Interactions Zayne — Story, Interactions Rafayel — Story, Interactions Sylus — Story, Interactions Caleb — Story, Interactions Secret Infiltration — Files

Until Twilight 🔥

Story Cake Ingredients

Gamers Assembly ❄️

Story

Fallen Cosmos 🍎

Story Interactions

Cards:

Limited 5-Star Lunar Cards

Xavier

Unique Aftertaste, 21 Days, Floral Blessing, Celestial Message, Misty Silhouette

Zayne

Exclusive Tutorial, Snowy Serenity, Hidden Motive, Eternal Attachment, Moonlit Dream, Heartstring Notes, Engraved Affection, Absolute Zeal, Immediate Disorder, Everlasting Wish

Rafayel

Private Trip, Sparkling Traces, Omnipotent Perception, Into The Canvas, Gem Affection, Tailwag Moment, Intertidal Zone

Sylus

Lost Oasis, Grassland Romance, Radiant Brilliance, Night of Secrecy

Caleb

Painful Signal

Limited 4-Star Lunar Cards

Xavier

Lost Signal, Veiled Starlight, Veiled Guardian, Winter’s Sun, Seeker Of Light, Twofold Heartbeat, Love Syndrome

Zayne

Forest’s Breeze, Forest’s Slumber, Heartstring Healer, Doomsday, Dream Revisited, Cherished Longing, Steamy Proximity

Rafayel

Lost In Your Eyes, Sapphire Dream, Sapphire Scar, Tipsy, Scarlet Invitation, Glistening Hearts, Love’s Silhouette

Sylus

Wild Gaze, No Way Out, Searing Touch, Bloodnight Drift, Bloodnight Blaze, Ordinary Traces

Caleb

Verified Rumor, Intertwined Gold

[cegiel-athelia]

Love in the Stars

(A Love and Deepspace x Qi Xi Tale)

This is a sequel to the Moonlit Orchid Day event on 10 August 2024.

I thought that it is important to educate the fans about the true nature of the event, that is, Qi Xi (七夕), commonly known to simply be the Chinese Valentine’s Day, but it is really more than just that. It is a love story. It is a story of broken hearts and eternal love all at once.

I have done my best to summarise the myth into an easier read for players, so please, enjoy.

Genre: Very Fluffy (and slight angst, only if you are able to catch the nuance.)

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The low, soft humming of the engine of the car as Zayne was driving us back from the festival was steady and consistent amidst the melodic chorus of the song, “Mountains in the Night”, which he said that he would play enroute our way home to Linkon.

I laid on my side in the reclined passenger seat, gazing tenderly at the stoic, yet magnanimously caring man before me - the same person I have known since my childhood, and I was grateful that fate had not only given us the chance to reconnect after years had passed, but that we now had something that is more than special.

His soft chuckle cut through the ambient noises when he noticed my staring, and he said in a voice that was gentle, “what is it?”, as he removed his grip from the steering wheel to take my hand in his, intertwining our fingers – a gesture confined to our private moments together.

I shook my head, a fond smile playing on my lips as I replied, “Dr Zayne, what did you wish for on your sky lantern?”

He let out another amused chuckle at my question, releasing my hand to shift the gear. “If I told you, then it wouldn’t come true.”

I smiled knowing that that was not exactly true, but I did not insist. Instead, I murmured, “I saw you peeking while I was writing my wish on my lantern. How much did you see?”

A blush formed on his cheeks which spread to the tips of ears, almost imperceptible by the dimness of the night and confines of the car. He cleared his throat as if to brace himself before he spoke. “I saw that you wrote ‘I wish to be with Dr Zayne forever’, and you punctuated it with five exclamation marks.”

I groaned an agonised sound, covering my face with my palms from the embarrassment, and his chuckle drifted to my ears again. In concession, he spoke in a gentle voice, “I wished for the same thing with you, but I excluded the exclamation marks.”

I lifted my head from my hands and for a fleeting moment, I saw the curve of a smirk on the sides of his lips before he returned his attention to the road ahead.

We stayed there in the comfortable silence for a while, until I soon found myself drowsy with sleep. In defiance against the lull of slumber, I asked, “Dr Zayne? Could you tell me more about the origins of the festival?”

The familiar chuckle came once more, one that was of tenderness and affection as he obliged. “Sure,” he muttered, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “Moonlit Orchid Day is really the ‘Qi Xi Festival’. It falls on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.”

He paused, slowing the car at the corner to make a turn. “On Qi Xi, the stars align, such that, it allows the constellations, ‘Vega’, ‘Altair’ – the star-crossed lovers – and ‘Deneb’ to come together. Deneb forms a bridge over the Milky Way to enable Vega and Altair to meet once every lunar calendar year.”

He glanced over at me and a wistful smile graced his features as he spoke. “In the Chinese mythology, Altair is the man known as Niu Lang, and Vega, the girl named ‘Zhi Nu’. There are several versions of the story, and this is but one of them.”

Zayne’s eyes were on the road, but his gaze appeared distant, as if, deep in thought. “Zhi Nu, together with her sisters, are the daughters of the queen of heaven, the Queen Mother. One day, they came to earth and bathe in a river in the mountains. Niu Lang was smitten by Zhi Nu’s beauty and he stole her clothes, which prevented her from returning to heaven with her sisters. Zhi Nu eventually fell in love with Niu Lang and they married, and were blessed with two children.”

I continued to listen to Zayne, or at least, I attempted to. However, his voice, combined with the low droning of the engine and the occasional sound of crunching asphalt under the tires, created a harmonious lullaby and my eyelids grew heavy as the minutes passed us by.

Still, I strove to listen to his words in my subconscious as I felt myself succumbing to the lull of sleep. “When the Queen discovered the marriage – one that was forbidden – Zhi Nu was immediately seized and returned to heaven. Niu Lang finding that Zhi Nu was gone, searched for her with his two children, embarking on a journey to heaven, intent on reuniting with his wife.”

Zayne’s expression became pensive, although his eyes did not leave the road as he navigated towards home. “To thwart his advances, the Queen ‘drew’ a river with her golden hairpin - the Milky Way is symbolic of that river – making it impossible for Niu Lang to cross.”

“Niu Lang mourned for his wife by the river, unable to cross it, and soon, the news spread and a flock of magpies, having compassion for Niu Lang, formed a bridge for the lovers to meet. The Queen eventually allowed the lovers to meet only once a year on that magpie-bridge – the constellation, Deneb.”

“That one day a year, is Qi Xi.” Zayne’s voice trailed off as he concluded the story, turning to look at the figure beside him, now soundly asleep.

Her breathing was slow and even, the glow of the passing streetlamps faintly illuminated her features, and her eyelashes cast long shadows on her cheekbones. He felt a breath catch in his chest at how ethereal and fleeting she looked. He reached a hand to brush a lock of hair away from her face, careful not to rouse her in the process and he could not suppress the tender smile forming on his lips.

He leaned in to whisper ever so quietly, “I will love and find you in every lifetime,” and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I promise.”

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[eliteseven]

When do you think Shadowheart realizes that Tav has no alternative motives and truly just wants to be with Shadowheart?

I think she’s constantly seeing little hints at that, but it doesn’t really sink in all at once.

Like, Act 1- she’s guarded, but Tav is still good to her. Serena gives her warmer clothes when they spend colder nights in the mountain pass, she tells Scratch to warm Shadowheart, they share that first date (that poor Serena may or may not have siphoned from her memories of her 🥺)… these all tug at Shadowheart’s heartstrings. Maybe they have a moonlit tryst here or there, but it’s all hush-hush. Shadowheart doesn’t want to let herself believe it’s genuine; that would just complicate things when they eventually part.

Act 2 is more familiar- she’s getting closer and closer to Shar and being a dark justiciar and yet…she’s falling for the pretty soldier. She’s jealous of Tav and Isobel, she tries to spend time alone with Tav despite her inner turmoil, she sees a glimpse of the sweet letters Tav writes religiously to her mother…and then Tav has to go and gift her a night orchid 🥹💕 she listened. They’re slipping to each other’s tents sparingly, but it does happen. Shadowheart realizes she feels safe falling asleep next to Tav. The cloister trained her to sleep ever so lightly in the event of an attack- for the first time in ages, she sleeps in, in Tav’s arms.

She already knows it going into the trials. I HC that Shar could pick up on it and was obviously disgusted by it. I feel it contributed to her decision- Serena didn’t need to convince her. In fact, she didn’t say anything at all. Shadowheart turns from Shar all by herself, because she knows there’s genuine, unconditional love waiting for her on the other side.

[atlaswav]

ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU ☆

INFO: 941 words, yelan x gn!reader SYNOPSIS: you, the golden knight of the Qixing, take a deadly dance with temptation which leaves you with memories of gold AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this fluff? angst? something? at 12am while listening to enchanted by taylor swift its a little short, rushed and choppy but for my first post its definitely a start 😍

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

You made a sacred vow. Kneeled with your sword beneath the great moonlit tree and spoke the holy words. Watched the wispy threads of gold bind your hand to your blade then disappear in a whisper, leaving a heaviness in your heart, sword heavier in your hand. 

When you rose, you rose with purpose. Duty bound for life, only reprieve in death. 

You were so sure, so certain that this was your path. Your birthright – the one beacon of hope left in the bleak night.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Clearly, the gods had other plans. 

An early Autumn chill swept through the ballroom’s grand balcony, gauzy white curtains swaying in the breeze. Scarce sunlight drifted through the willows in the courtyard, casting an intricate mosaic of shadow across the marbled floors. 

The ballroom was garnished with tables flecked with gold and marble, laden with delicacies and sparkling wine. The music swelled and waned, dancers following the ebb and flow of music in an unending reverie. But it wasn’t the flurry of skirts and masked faces in the centre of the room that caught your attention. 

Among the throng of partygoers, one stood out, a mouth of painted carnation and dress of the clearest cerulean blue. 

Wandering, sly, turquoise eyes met your own through a silver mask engraved and adorned with valley orchids. 

“More wine.” The Queen holds out her golden chalice as a servant stumbles to refill her cup, obstructing your sight.

As the servant leaves, your gaze wanders to find the lady with the orchid mask, only to find the white curtains, whispering in the breeze where she once stood. The Queen idly swirls her wine around in its cup, observing the activity beneath her ostentatious throne of gold.

“You.” 

You turn toward the Queen whose eyes, golden as the ballroom around, focus on you. 

“You’re dismissed for today. Go enjoy the festival.” Her chin barely dips as she acknowledges you, though the red tassel pendant resting on her forehead sways like a pendulum. 

You bow your head, backing away from the throne and descending the steps. Your ceremonial armour weighs your steps down – elaborate detailing the finest of the seven kingdoms, but utterly useless in a fight. 

The celebration absently parts for you. You with your cloak woven with gold, twinkling in the scarce sunlight, and the silk flower buds woven into your hair in a crown formation. 

The picture of everything regal and chivalrous. The Qixing’s golden knight. 

The cacophony of the ballroom, as if suddenly muffled, disappeared behind the great, gold edged door, and all was quiet. 

The final rays of sunlight flood the hallways, filtering through the windows and illuminating the white marble floor. And sitting on a windowsill, orchid mask hanging loosely from her grasp, the turquoise eyed woman. 

Her cerulean gown glows in the light, revealing a hidden labyrinth of embroidery which climbs up the skirts of the gown like the trickle of a waterfall. A white, fur lined jacket is thrown over her shoulders casually – carelessly – and her gaze shifts from the horizon toward you.

A coy smile. Her gloved hands finger the designs on her mask. 

You stand frozen in place, unsure of what to do. 

Impossibly, it seems, she’s more captivating without her mask on. A conduit for the light, emblazoned by the sun. 

“You.” She finally says, amused. 

You step down the hallway, into the light. “You.”

“An honour to finally meet the Qixing’s golden knight.” She stands. Steps towards you.

“The honour is mine, Lady…” 

“Yelan.” 

“... Lady Yelan.” You take her outstretched hand and bring it to your lips, brushing her knuckles with a ghost of a kiss. Yet your touch lingers on her hand long afterward, and she doesn’t pry you away.

And so begins your dance with temptation. Sin. 

Although your vows hang heavy over your head like a guillotine, Yelan is the high you’ve been chasing your entire life. Her sharp wit and cunning has you in a chokehold, her captivating gaze has you mesmerised. 

Like a fool, you fall for her ministrations. But, like a fool, you let yourself. 

And  for a while, you think it’s love. 

Yet you’d learnt the hard way that good things never last. In all, there must be balance. The scales must always be balanced. 

When she grows tired of your biting replies and shining sword of gold, she withdraws. Like a crow drawn to a shimmer, she was drawn to you. 

But even you – the Qixing’s golden night, have a flame that can be as easily extinguished as it can be ignited. 

So when she grew tired of your golden flame, she found another. Another that happened to reside in a continent seas away. From hearth to hearth, she would travel, insatiable as she was. You were all but another pawn in her never ending game. 

Even though good things may never last, you’ll always look upon the whirlwind that was her with such fondness. For she fuelled your flame, taught you to nurture it.

You now palm the note she gave you on your first night – after hours of being twisted in bedsheets and in each other – and your heart aches at the loss, but your mind knows there’s nothing left for either of you.

The nights spent together, the hours shared basking in the sun, getting drunk on the finest wine, gorging on the finest delicacies of Liyue. They’d shine like gold through your memories. 

Like you’d done a million times over, your fingers trace over the swirls of ink. 

‘Enchanted to meet you, my Lady.’

written by @atlaswav , published 20th of August, 2023.

[deepspace-mens-socialarchives]

A list of Rafayel's chats archived here so far🐚

There will be drastic change in the pinned section as it no longer can hold anymore links . i appreciate your involvement throughout . its been a journey in this acc

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🐚Fated Night[Daily] {Moonlit Orchid Day}

🐚Plan Failed [Daily] {Partner Go Go event}

🐚Just One More[Daily] {affinity 26}

🐚Snowhunt Cedar [Daily] {Snowhunt Day}

🐚Shopping Agent[Daily] {affinity 33}

🐚Memory Bread[Daily]

🐚Special Sunset[Daily]{100 days special}

🐚After Shopping[Daily]{affinity 42}

🐚Organizing Art Supplies[Daily]

🐚Unexpected Visitor[Daily]

🐚Leisure Report[Daily]

🐚Back to Campus[Event] {Twilight Comrade Event}

🐚Giant Thingies Museum[Daily]

🐚Message In A Bottle[Daily]

🐚Dance Machine[Daily]

🐚Start of the Journey[Event] {Mountain journey}

🐚Work-Life Balance[Daily]

🐚Missing Bean Alert[Daily]

🐚Whack-a-Mole [daily]

🐚Return Visit [event] {Meow's Cafe}

🐚saving sharks [Daily]

🐚Kitty Luck [daily]

🐚Demolition Artist [Daily]

[ruedeirdre18]

"Whispers of the Enchanted Garden"

By: @ruedeirdre18

In a garden wild where secrets sprout, Bloomed a bouquet of souls, whispering loud, A tapestry of petals, both shadow and light, In their vibrant whispers, the heart does ignite.

Behold the Ghost Orchid, shrouded in mist, A rare bloom's breath with an ethereal twist, Its pale petals speak of hidden desires, Yet with every sigh, burns phantom fires.

The Midnight Primrose, cloaked in night, Whispers of mysteries out of sight, It dances with dreams, out of reach, Yet leaves a longing only silence can breach.

Moonlit Aconite with venomous grace, A paradox of beauty and deadly embrace, It holds the night’s secrets, both tender and cold, Offering courage, yet leaving one bold.

Frost-edged Mandragora, ancient and wise, In its roots, the echo of deep, mournful cries, Promising rebirth with the toll it exacts, Singing of life but with caution firmly packed.

In the cradle of stone, the rock-bound Paradoxa, Its steely blooms hum of strength and paradox, Each petal a shield against sorrow's embrace, Yet beneath, vulnerability finds its space.

Lastly, the Phantom Rose, a bloom of lore, Enraptures the soul with tales it implores, Infusing love's warmth with a cold whisper's breath, A reminder most tragic, of love twined with death.

And so in this garden of unknown delight, Each flower a fragment of day and the night, In their mixed messages, the heart finds its tone, For beauty and woe fuse to make the soul's own.

[butterandblushbeauty]

What are some luxury skincare rituals that actually make a difference?

When we hear the word luxury skincare, many of us think of gold-infused masks or 24-step routines that seem more aesthetic than effective. But true luxury skincare isn't just about indulgence — it's about intentional self-care, using high-quality formulations, and creating moments of peace in a chaotic world.

Let’s dive into a few luxury skincare rituals that not only feel amazing but genuinely transform your skin — and how I incorporate them using products from Butter and Blush Beauty, a brand that perfectly embodies luxurious, effective, and clean skincare.

Morning Skincare Ritual: Awakening Your Skin

Cleanse: Start your day with the Creamed Frangipani & Agave Nectar Facial Cleanser or the Therapeutic Dead Sea Mud Ritual soap. These gentle yet effective cleansers purify and refresh your skin, creating a clean canvas.

Hydrate & Prep: Infuse your skin with deep hydration using the Luscious Boosting Water Cream, which leaves your face dewy and balanced.

Eyes: Gently apply the Clever Lifting Eye Serum to reduce puffiness and awaken your eyes.

Moisturize & Illuminate: Finish with Magnolia Morning Dew Luminance to add a radiant, healthy glow.

Lip Care: Apply the HydraPlump Lip Balm for soft, moisturized lips that last all day.

This revitalizing morning ritual energizes both skin and spirit, setting the tone for a confident, radiant day.

Evening Skincare Ritual: Deep Nourishment & Repair

Cleanse: Melt away makeup and impurities with the Yuzu & Gardenia Extract Cleansing Balm or Black Velvet artisan soap, both delivering a rich lather and deep hydration.

Exfoliate: Use the Splendid Skin Serum Exfoliator or Pomegranate & Turmeric Beauty Soap to slough off dead skin and brighten your complexion.

Mask: Apply the Keys Marine Glow Gel Mask for a deep hydration boost.

Nourish: Follow with the Orchid Overnight Infusion Milk, allowing potent nutrients to restore your skin while you sleep.

Eye Care: Place the Erase & De-Puff Eye Mask under your eyes to reduce fatigue and restore vitality.

This ritual supports overnight renewal and deeply nourishes your skin for a supple, youthful glow.

Weekly Pampering Ritual: Intensive Treatments for Radiant Skin

Prep: Begin with the Superfruit Micellar Gel or Caribbean Salted Coconut soap to exfoliate and smooth the skin.

Serum: Apply the Petals and Peptides Activating Serum to enhance elasticity and radiance.

Mask: Choose between the Swiss Yogurt & Alpine Rose Probiotic Complex or Sun-Kissed by Rio soap, rich in Brazilian clays, for detoxification and glow.

Final Touch: Lock in all the goodness with the Moonlit Cocoon Night Cream for intense overnight hydration

Incorporating this weekly ritual provides your skin with intensive treatments, enhancing its natural glow and resilience.​

By embracing these luxury skincare rituals from Butter & Blush, you transform everyday routines into moments of indulgent self-care, revealing a luminous and revitalized complexion.

[quill-and-sunlight]

Moonlit Ballet of Blossoms and Devotion A Sonnet Crown for my Yong I. The Prelude of Our Love I shall love you past the lilac dawn, Where waltzing orchids bless the summer air. Your steps are echoes on the dewdrop lawn, A melody spun soft and light as prayer.

The dance of petals sways within your sighs, Like jasmine twined in moonlit lullabies. Your silhouette—a whisper ‘neath the skies, A vision dreamt through love’s unfading eyes.

And even when the roses fade to gold, The waltz of time shall never make you old.

II. A Moonlit Tango in the Garden I shall gaze at the evening moon for you, And paint the stars upon your lissome hands. The roses bloom in pirouettes anew, As lilacs weave their scent in golden strands.

The nightingale croons softly by the vine, A tango slow in tender violet hues. Within your eyes, where gleaming fireflies shine, I drown in dreams where love shall never lose.

For every step we take, the garden sways, And love ignites the moon’s enraptured blaze.

III. The Waltz of Sunflowers and Serenades Our love shall twirl like sunflowers in May, With candle flames that hum a sacred tune. A thousand sighs shall bloom in grand ballet, As soft carnations dance beneath the moon.

The scent of jazz still lingers on your skin, A sweet refrain of petals, warm and bright. The violins of autumn call within, Yet spring still cradles us in gold and white.

And though the seasons weave and drift apart, Their rhythm never alters in my heart.

IV. A Ballet in the Midnight Breeze The mystique of your voice, a soft ballet, Lingers like lilies swaying in repose. With every touch, the night melts into day, A dream unfurling where the jasmine grows.

The honey breeze suspends us in midair, As lotus petals trace a fleeting sigh. Our shadows twine like vines without a care, Beneath the silver hush of midnight sky.

For love shall twirl in every floral mist, A dance of sighs in passion’s endless twist.

V. A Rhapsody of Roses and Irises Let’s love like roses brushed in twilight’s glow, Or irises in Vincent’s trembling hand. Our fingers twine where garden echoes grow, In pastel strokes where longing dares to stand.

No art nor time can steal our love away, For every brushstroke carves a whispered vow. Within the lilacs, shall we waltz and stay, As moonlight drapes its kiss upon your brow.

For flowers bloom where midnight candles burn, And hearts still twirl where melodies return.

VI. A Serenade of Infinite Bloom She tousles bouquets woven in her hair, A soft cascade of petals on the floor. Our love, a symphony so bright and rare, A harmony of lilies evermore.

The garden hums a nocturne sweet and true, Where every vine is laced with love’s embrace. The jasmine, daisy, orchid, bathed in dew, All weave their fragrance round your sacred grace.

For love shall dance beyond this fleeting breath, And bloom anew within the arms of death.

VII. The Eternal Dance of Love’s Last Sigh Like roses swaying to a whispered tune, Our souls embrace within love’s gilded flight. For even when the stars shall lose their moon, Our hearts will waltz beyond the edge of night.

The dance of flowers, bold yet soft and true, Forever laced in petals, scent, and rhyme. The golden rose moon sighs in silver hue, A vow unbroken, undisturbed by time.

So twirl with me beyond this life’s embrace, For love’s last sigh still blooms in time and space.

VIII. The Fire and Passion of Crimson Orchids In crimson orchids, kissed by ember’s light, We dance through winds that call the fire’s embrace. Your touch ignites my soul in endless flight, Each step a spark, each glance a breathless chase. The twilight bleeds in streaks of molten hue, A waltz of flames within the dying day. Yet even dusk can never steal from view, The love that burns, unbowed, beyond decay. For passion’s fire may flicker, fierce and bright, But in our hearts, it dances through the night.

IX. The Whirlwind of Petals and Devotion The wind is wild, yet still we turn as one, A storm of petals swirls in golden flight. Like autumn’s breath and springtime’s fleeting sun, Love spins us skyward, boundless, infinite. You rise in light where cherry blossoms weave, Their whispers soft in rustling, endless tune. No force of time could ever bid us leave, For love still waltzes ‘neath the silver moon. In fate’s embrace, no moment fades away, Our love, a tempest, never led astray.

X. Love’s Final Bow, Eternal in Bloom 

The river hums in whispers soft and bright, Its silver waves reflect the golden glow. Upon this bridge, beneath the endless night, I vow to love you past what time can show. No falling star, nor dusk that fades to grey, Can steal the bloom of love’s unbroken thread. For even when the roses drift away, Their fragrance lingers where our hearts have bled. So dance with me beyond this world’s embrace, Where love still blossoms, endless in its grace.