#musings from a reply

[ziggykyeons]

for: @aurorabaystarter // closed as of 08/10/24.

where: sunrise winery

"Be honest," Ziggy all but demands, his carving knife in hand as he stands beside his freshly carved pumpkin to present it, "Does this look like complete garbage or is it kind of giving?"

[yaekiss]

Congratulations on the 400! If I'm not too late, may I send a #mailroom open letter to a yan!Albedo? Any gender neutral or feminine nickname would work and, if it so pleases you, a nsfw reply would be lovely.

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To my lovely Albedo,

How are you, love? Are you taking care of yourself while I'm away? As I sit here, working away in Inazuma City while I enjoy a sweet dessert, I cannot help but think of you... and your tendency to get swallowed up by your research when I'm not there to reel you back.

I was hoping that my business here would be done far faster than this. I suppose it isn't all bad, though. I can't say that I've ever been a social person, but people have been nothing but kind to me thus far. I may have even made a friend. But still, my heart belongs to you- and as such, no matter how I may enjoy my time, I can only eagerly await the moment I am able to return home.

I miss you dearly, my prince. I'll make sure to work even harder so that our time apart may be shortened by even a little bit. I can't to have you in my arms again, to feel the warmth of your embrace and know that everything is right with the world.

We both know that I could go on with the sweet words for pages and pages, so it's probably best that I stop here. Stay safe and take care of yourself, alright? I love you so, so much.

May my affections cross what feels like an eternity apart,

Your Wistful Lover

(Alongside the letter are various, shockingly well-preserved Inazuman sweets including Sakura Mochi and Dango milk, as well as a small pouch containing a handful of carefully-chosen Sakura Blooms. Lastly is an intricately designed silken blindfold, with its own little note attached that reads, "I had this custom made for you. I wanted to make one myself, but I couldn't find the time. Hopefully you like it anyway!")

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Albedo, no gendered terms for reader, Albedo calls you "my constant", mentions of blindfolds and a vibrator used on Albedo, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Albedo, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Albedo sure is a busy man to track down... I had to look for him all over Mondstadt since he was gathering quite a collection of alchemy ingredients. It was quite the staggering assortment too... I never understand what he's planning. ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Placed at your hotel doorstep is an innocuous package. It's decently sized, the box a lovely shade of pale indigo and shifting it slightly under the light shows an underlying iridescence hidden in the pigment.

Undoing the sturdy rope securing the lid down, you gain access to the contents within the box. You first retrieve a wondrous blooming bouquet of cecilias, wrapped in a sheer gauzy yellow fabric and tied with a teal satin ribbon. The petals are soft under your caress and for a moment, you reminisce about the first cecilia Albedo gifted to you after showcasing his alchemy.

Next, you fish out a cloth drawstring pouch. Peering into it, there's an assortment of all your favourite Mondstadt candies, enough to last you weeks. A little tag is attached to one of the strings, it reads: “In case you miss your usual sweet treats and need a boost of energy. ♡”

Unwrapping one, you pop it into your mouth before you pull out an envelope. The paper is smooth under your fingers and an impressive sketch of Dragonspine decorates the front. Flipping the envelope over, there's a wax seal, a cursive letter “A”, with flecks of gold dotted in it.

Carefully, you open it and obtain the parchment inside. His handwriting is a sight you've missed, from days spent watching him jot down his hypothesis and findings in his laboratory. Albedo's response to you reads:

“Replying to: My beloved constant.

Thank you for writing to me, my constant, I was growing somewhat nervous with your prolonged silence and I feared something unsavoury might have happened to you. As such, I am writing back to you to assure you that I've been doing alright as well. Though, I'm sure I would do a lot better with you by my side.

Next, I must thank you for the gifts you sent me. I shared the sweets with Klee and she has been pleading nonstop with me for more. Also, the sakura blooms were of high quality and proved immensely useful in my research. If you're willing, I can share my findings with you when you return, my constant.

Now, I can't help but ask what went through your mind, gifting me such a sly gift as a blindfold. What scene did you picture in your head? Was I blindfolded and tied up on your bed while begging for you to please touch me? Or perhaps I'm laid on my laboratory table, my sight obscured with the silk, pliant and willing as you drag a vibrator across my skin in an attempt to find my erogenous zones? Did you fantasise about muffling my moans with a kiss as you toyed with me? You should reenact it with me as soon as you get back, my constant, I feel as if I'm about to burst with how much I long for your embrace.

Ahem, getting back on track, I too have been working hard. (Fret not, I have not been overworking myself. I do not wish to worry you after all.) And I've made discoveries of my own and uncovered intriguing new possibilities whilst ruminating alone in my laboratory. I heard of the Inazuman archon's dedication to eternity.

Eternity... goes against natural orders, but lately, I have been finding myself relating to her obsession with such a concept. You might think it strange, my constant. However, I can understand how fearing the loss of someone close to you can affect your decisions, despite the morality of said actions.

You are golden in my eyes, unforgettable, and the time I spend with you feels like I'm the closest to unravelling the truth and meaning of this world. Is it my greed talking when I say that I want more time to uncover all of you, to understand the very fibre of your being, to see what has irreversibly drawn me to you and what makes you stay by my side? Maybe it is, but that is a question best saved for another day, my constant.

I shall end my letter here. I sincerely hope that the rest of your stay in Inazuma goes smoothly and safely, and that your return will be swift. I cannot wait to have you by my side once more, my constant. I love you so, so much as well.

Ever and eternally yours,

- Albedo -”

You fold the parchment and place it back into the envelope. One last item rests in the box. It's a handpainted painting of you, framed in an intricate wooden frame. Albedo captures your smile in the sunlight, the background featuring one of the picnics the both of you went on recently before you left for Inazuma.

However, you notice that one of the corners is a little wrinkled. Removing the backing of the frame to fix it, you discover another layer of canvas material behind that first painting. Gingerly, you peel it back to reveal a haunting portrait of the both of you. 

In dim lighting, you're seated on his laboratory table whilst he's knelt at your feet, his head resting on your lap. You almost don't recognise yourself. You're familiar with his art style but in this, you're ethereal to an eldritch degree... almost devoid of humanity. It's unnerving, to say the least. 

Perhaps Albedo's research has veered into more forbidden territories, challenging the principals of nature, all in the name of love. You muster one more look at the portrait.

A matching star rests delicately on your neck. In the bottom corner, he titles it “New birth.”

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[stpdad]

like this post for something smutty

[mercysought]

❝ there's one thing i know in my bones. there is no force in this world that can control you. ❞ - dealer’s choice

arcane season 2 // @hoboblaidd // accepting

There is much that we have forgotten. I have come to accept that, one way or another, we - the dalish - are not the last of the elvhenan. How could we ever be if such a place (A place for Our People) was broken so long ago? I think a lot about something I was told, upon first discovering that some of the People still walked and protected those same spaces that we had tried so hard to recover.

They never sought us out, they knew were lived in forests and in Clans and yet simply watched on, thinking of us like Shadows wearing vallas'lin. Shattered pieces of a past that had once been their present.

Despite the oath at the Dales, the reality is that whatever empire the elvhen once had - it is not something we can recover; nor should we. I have had enough time to think about it and, truthfully, while I believe the vallas'lin no longer carry the meaning of old, if I were to be asked once more, I wouldn't be able to carry it, to keep it. Not after learning what I have. It is an uphill battle that every dalish person will have to reckon with: to preserve the past and poison the future, to remember what has happened with nuance of knowing how fickle memory can be.

Or perhaps, to allow ourselves the nuance and the grace that comes from change. In the end, however, it should still be each of that Dalish person's choice: To keep it with its changed, new meaning, with a shameful past but a brighter life. Or to leave it behind and allow memory to destroy it too.

The Vallas'lin were markings with which the Evanuris branded their slaves, both high and low. But they are no longer. The Evanuris are dead and we are not.

   "You came here to help, Solas. I won’t let them use that against you." She had said, almost in disbelief when he had spoken almost as if he had seriously been considering leaving. This new title, Inquisitor, still felt like a fresh wound against her. Raw and impossibly larger than any life that Asharen had ever known. Solas was the only person that had seemingly cared whether she lived or died regardless of the anchor in her hand. However, this much she knew, understood: Cassandra, Leliana and Cullen, they listened to her. She wasn't sure how far she could push it. But three humans, non mages, listened.    "How would you stop them?" she hears him ask and his eyes are on her. Her brows arch as if she doesn't understand the question. And perhaps she doesn't. How did you defend the younger ones of the clan when you knew templars were marching in the surrounding clan areas? He was bare faced, but so were many in Antiva City, many that had come to her defense too.    "However I had to."

The First Inquisitor of the Chantry's Inquisition was a dalish elf - a mage - who worked alongside humans in Orlais. He died holding another world shattering threat, hoping that would keep the dales safe. It didn't.

It should not surprise me how frequently history repeats itself and yet we stand at the closing of another cycle: I too am dalish, a mage and Inquisitor during the fight against Corypheus. It does not escape my thoughts that this too is likely to be my fate. Even as I write these in the hopes of clearing my mind, I know that one way or another they will likely find themselves in hands that are not mine.

While I know that is outside of my control, my wishes, I instead find myself hoping that while it will be the interest of my title (and, hopefully, name) which will draw eyes to the writing, that it will be its contents and the History within that will keep it being repeated and passed on.

Those who hold the records of History, true or not, are the same that will control the new path the Dalish will take moving forward. The Oath of the Dales has promised that we shall never submit again. We are more than our aravels, our halla, our arlathven. We are more than our oath. We are more than our loss, our grief.

Do not forget the lessons of old, but do not allow them to destroy the joys of the present.

[angie-long-legs]

//if your muse did a "what's in my bag"... what would be in their bag?

in angel's bag: lipgloss, condoms, a few loose cigarettes, a very fancy lighter, miscellaneous glitter, a hairbrush, pole grip, lash glue, bubblegum, empty baggies, lube, extremely ripped up fishnets, random pills, perfume, some very powdery bank cards that don't actually work, poppers, a half-empty energy drink, sunglasses, gummy sweets (the non-drug kind), a bag of dried apple snacks (nuggs' favourite), a hand-held mirror, long-forgotten polaroids taken on nights out

[coollyinterferes]

The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching begins to fill the air. Whoever is coming seems to have brought some company along…

They are getting closer… and closer… and closer…

…and closer…

……until..................

"Goooooood evenin'!!" Comes the loud greeting from a certain blond man. A big smile on his face and all.

"We beg your pardon for our prolonged absence. It was completely beyond our control..." Then adds the gentleman standing by his side, apologizing on behalf of both, offering a genuine smile along with the apology.

"...BUT! We're back!" And hopefully for good this time…

[a-hazbin-spider]

“So how does this hotel work? Is it like some Silent Hill stuff where I face the monsters of my past in the rooms?”-Pix, the grandson of Vox, said as he nervously looked around.

“Hah? Like wha..?” That doesn’t matter, he decides, even Pix repeating this wouldn’t do too much to help him. But he can roll with that description, maybe mess around a little.

“Oh yeah, totally. Before I was allowed a bed in here, I like, had to fight my Pops with his own brass knuckles, and pet a nippy donkey.” Clearly very ridiculous. But his delivery was given without a hitch!

[yeonban]

❛ Oh, wow.~ ❜ Never mind that obnoxious grin plastered on his face. ❛ I knew I was popular, but having several people vie for my attention at the same time? Never gets old. ❜

[byanyan]

(with tears in my eyes) n-nice

[flamesignitea]

//Lately I have not had the spoons to be serious thread writing. At least not here anyways. Roy has only had muse for non serious stuff apparently. I am sorry for those that are still waiting for replies from me. I am very slow, and I am trying my best, but thanks for being patient with me.

[truethes]

quick question of sorts ... do people accept sort of one liner action based asks?

[magnusmodig]

||. throwing thor at everyone at the speed of light aka : leave a a ❤︎ for a starter or inbox call from your local thunder boy (this is open to aevum and indies <)

[loath3d]

a brief clearing of his throat is all that's heard before xaden speaks. ❝ i know you're there. you can come out. ❞ the shadow wielder purrs, a sly grin finding his lips as he turns to face the other.

starter for / @litearra

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

After spending weeks wrapped up in a blanket, little Yukitaka had finally learned to crawl!

Now that he was mobile, the first thing he did was leave his father's line of vision to explore the icy mansion that Andrealphus called home.

Who would he find in his little adventures?

[mercysought]

❛  02 .   a  kiss  for  the  first  time . /gatt and emilie bc you know. gatt being more comfortable with physical intimacy will eventually get them there :')

   "Does it hurt?" she asks, both hands raised, a distance away from Gatt's face; her eyes are closed as she attempts to slowly, carefully once more explore if she can feel anything, anything different at all about the Well. It had remained... somewhat dormant, quieter than she expect after the first burst of magic.

And that made Émilie feel nervous. Without the use of blood magic there was only so much that she could do; but that would not be a thing she would ever attempt. She knew the number of times that such a thing could go wrong and now, more than ever, she did not trust the Veil to keep any sort of hungry spirits from taking her feelings for an invite and her body for a meal.

She keeps her hands raised, a distance away from Gatt but enough that she could sense him moving. His head shakes between her hands and she shifts her weight absently. It was... a relief in a way, that she couldn't feel anything outright wrong; the healing magic had only very firm limits and extensions that it could do, it could go, but still she felt that it was perhaps not a limitation of her magic but of her understanding. There was so much they didn't understand.

   "I can't... feel anything." she finally says, opening her eyes and coming face to face with Gatt, standing closer than he had ever in the past. She feels her throat burn. His brown eyes feel warm, warm this close to her. her ears and cheeks quickly follow "About..." her voice fades as she attempts to return to the line of thinking she had begun "About the Well, I mean."

Her eyes still on his, they fall to his lips and she realises the mistake that it was. Standing so close, her hands falling she feels her own body lean forward. Her lips touch his and loathe as she is to admit it for it wasn't an act of logic or even invitation that had made her do such a thing, it felt good. It felt right. She could attempt to convince herself, to justify it - that hers wasn't the only heart who beat as quickly as a hummingbird's when they stood so close. That if she were to reach out, that it would be warm light that would receive her in his mind. She could, but would those be truly his feelings or hers? Hopeful for a reality that might not be. Hers eclipsing his?

Could he tell, perhaps, how long she had wished to do that? Could he tell in the way that her shoulders relaxed and yet her heart threatened the tear out all sound from this world? This feeling, it was sure to burst her heart open.

His was not the first time she had kissed someone, but it was the first time she had done in the open; done it without the fear or the quickness at which it needed to come to pass. Her palms come to a rest on his shoulders, having seemingly forgotten about the way.

She leans into it, for a second, and then, akin to a door slam, she pulls back.

   "I'm— I'm sorry." she attempts to reign in the feelings of panic, quickly her hands dive back onto her knees; the mage gets up just as fast "I shouldn't have done that."

@skyheld // KISSES // selectively accepting

[suddencolds]

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