#my beloved my one and only my brightest star in the sky

[wildsaltair]

do y’all ever think about how Maximus’ main joys are things that involve creating and nurturing life? he’s a farmer who loves tending crops. he’s a husband who adores his wife and probably wanted to have more children eventually. he’s a father who adores his son and wants to raise him. his leadership techniques are encouragement and kindness. he treasures the lives of family, his men, and even his enemies to a certain degree.

and still, he is constantly expected to kill and destroy simply because he’s good at it. I can imagine he joined the army because, like most young boys, he saw the glory and excitement of it. he’s a natural born killer with his foresight in battle and his ability to size up opponents in an instant. he’s brilliant at what he does.

but. that’s not what makes him rise in the ranks everywhere he goes.

as a soldier, it’s obvious he’s won the respect and loyalty of his men because he is honest, devoted, and caring toward them. he does not cast them into battle as pawns; he rides alongside them and supports them as equals in battle. Marcus wants him to be the next Emperor because he knows Maximus’ nature is not to be power-hungry.

even as a gladiator, it’s his refusal to kill Tigris that really puts him over the top in favor with the people. they love him for his ability to kill, but even more for his choice not to. he befriends his fellow gladiators instead of seeing them as obstacles to his freedom. he treasures the memory of his family by carrying their statues with him everywhere he goes. his last act of killing Commodus is not just to get revenge and set the city to rights — it’s protecting and nurturing the life of a little boy who reminds him of his own son, the grandson of the man he thought of as his own father.

and I just think there’s something so powerful in the way everyone recognizes Maximus’ humility and kindness and mercy just as much as his courage, prowess in battle, ferocity, etc. he stands out because he doesn’t glory in killing, he doesn’t relish in destroying lives. he mourns life lost. he longs to live peacefully and foster life.

how tragic? that it’s people’s obsession with his natural skillset that prevents him from doing what he wants most?? Marcus won’t let him go home, Commodus won’t let him go home, Proximo forces him to kill, the mob loves him when he kills.

and how ironic? that they all recognize his goodness and refuse to let him live accordingly? how ironic that all he wanted to do was be kind and the people who recognized that still forced him to be harsh?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Maybe hook x reader where she is like sunshine reincarnated like she’s so bubbly

Hook never understood how you could be so energetic and bubbly all the time, but yet it was because you were the way that you are that has lead him into adoring you in the first place unashamedly.

You saw things in a brighter hue of colour than he did and greeted others with a smile that it outshone any and all the stars that hung in the night sky above Merlin Academy.

It was due to your sweet and bubbly persona that made Hook more weary of the people that tried so hard to associate with you for one reason or another, he didn’t wish for your kindness to be seen as a weakness to be exploited.

So he’d often acts as your personal guard dog and scared off those who sought you out for their own personal agenda by flashing his hook along with a couple of vague threats before watching with pride as they ran with their tails firmly tucked between their legs.

‘James.’ You’d say.

Hook smiles as he crosses over to you and holds you close as he uses the back of his hook to trace your jawline. ‘Now before you say anything dearest, did I mention that I adore the sparkle in your eyes whenever you see something or hear something you love, or the way you’d grab my arm and squeeze it when you could hardly contain your excitement before dragging me along your escapades.’ He says sweetly as your pout was quick to become a growing smile as you found yourself unable to be mad at him for long periods of time.

‘You are temporarily forgiven.’ You’d tell him as he raises brow at you.

‘Only temporarily?’ He gasps, holding both hand and hook to his chest, closing his eyes as though in pain, ‘darling you wound me.’ He adds, opening one eye to look at you adoringly as you laugh at his dramatics before playfully swatting his bicep.

‘Okay you’re fully forgiven. I shall pardon your actions today because I can never seem to remain upset at you, captain handsome.’ You said as hook hummed at your new nickname for him. ‘Captain handsome?’ He rests on his tongue, ‘is there a joke somewhere in that I’m missing sweetheart.’ He adds as he rests his forehead against yours.

‘No,’ you giggle as you peppered hook’s face in kisses, much to his delight. ‘Just wanting an excuse to call you handsome.’ You add cheekily before squealing when he pulls you in by the waist and steals a kiss from your lips, smiling.

James Hook refused to share you, his beloved darling. with anyone else. You were his greatest treasure, his friend, his confidant but most importantly his love and he’d be damned if he lets that fool Peter Pan -who had been eying you for a while- to have you when you were his to have and to hold for as long as he could.

For you were the light he was refused from accepting but now he’d happily watch as you spread your love, happiness and joy to all you thought needed it most however you could. You were warm again this skin in more ways then one, your soul burned brightest when you were making others happy or relieving them of their stresses.

Hook may not value the same things as you did but that didn’t mean he couldn’t admire your valiant efforts to help as many people as you could, all the while smiling that gorgeous smile of yours while doing so.

You were his sunshine and he wasn’t about to let anyone take you away. Safe to say you warmed his cold heart back to life, and while your bubbly nature could often leave him with a need to keep you safe form those who thought this insinuated your nativity, when in actuality it emphasised your emotional intelligence in comparison to others who didn’t feel that same level of comfortably yet.

James hook would always be proud of his partner who was nothing short of sunshine incarnated in human form.

Warm, welcoming, and above all kind.

[lohotine]

Okay, After reading your Longan x Reader Oneshot

I wanna see part 2 where Reader boldly just kissed them on the lips as a way to confess to then and leaves just to wait for the end results tomorrow

AN: Longan my beloved ♡

Longan Dragon x Reader

Oneshot (1/2)

Warnings: None

-Longing-

Stars in a night sky will always shine beautifully, glowing with radiance, and harboring a strength that will guide people through the darkness. Despite this, you couldn't help but think about how they were akin to that of a simple lamp during the day when compared to Longan Dragon.

No matter how much light the brightest star gives off, Longan will always shine ten times brighter.

"How much longer are you planning to stare?" Longan Dragon asks you. You simply admired their features, studying how light from the stary sky would bounce off of it so gently.

"Sorry, I zoned out.." Yet you couldn't rip your eyes away from them. Something about them was so captivating, and you just couldn't bear the thought of looking away for even a second.

And as you'd continue to gaze at Longan, they'd avert their own gaze from you.

They let out a sigh. "It is getting quite late. I'll escourt you to your room," they said while taking hold of you hand.

And with that, they began to lead you off of the balcony.

Both of your footsteps echoed throughout the otherwise silent hallway. It was full of the most extravagant pieces of treasure on display.

But the real treasure, you thought, was right here in your grasp.

Maybe that should have been embarrassing to admit, but you solemnly stood by it.

Before much time had passed, you both had arrived to your room.

"I suggest you get some rest," Longan said.

You nodded your head and opened the door when an idea popped in your head.

"Oh Longan, one more thing before I go to bed!"

They stared at you curiously for a while before you cupped their face with your hands.

You leaned closer to them before leaving them with a soft kiss. It was sweet, though full of a longing that was hard to put into words.

When you pulled away, Longan only stood there, not saying anything. Despite thier normally emotionless stature, you could tell this action had stirred some emotions in them. A sharp breath would escape from their lips before you spoke up.

"Goodnight, Longan."

And then you'd enter your room and close the door.

Maybe you did it out of fear for the result. Thought, seeing exactly what the result was would have to wait until next morning.

[arisewanekosuki]

TLH-Extra-: You're the brightest star for me (Aether x Fem!Reader)

Small spoiler from Simulanka World Quest

When your group was helping the Prinncess Cimest and Faurobert you never thought that at some point you all would go flying.

When the relic started to glow and started to soar in the air you didn't expect for your feet to lose ground underneath them. You got scared by this but thankfully Aether quickly reached for your hand, smiling. -"Everything is alright." and with that he managed to calm you down.When you flew from the cave, your breath was taken away. Simulanka looked so beautiful. Some origami animals were waving at you, excited to see your group. This felt like you're truly in some lovely fairytale. The night sky was wonderful, you're not sure when you started to laugh. Looking at Aether to ask if he sees this all, what you didn't expect was that he was already facing you. That soft look and smile, like you're the most beautiful view here, made your cheeks warm. You two started to fly higher, tightening your hold on Aether's hand you screamed and then started to laugh again. The blonde traveler felt so happy to see you enjoy it, if his wing wouldn't be taken away he would gladly show you Teyvat or any world from the sky. When you started to laugh he joined too. For the first time in so long he felt so truly happy, it felt like it's only him, you and stars. But he wondered... Is it alright for him to forget about his beloved sister for a moment? This made him stop laughing. Feeling awful for just enjoying the moment. And then something splashed his face with water. It was you. You both are flying up to the waterfall. You giggled. -"Don't space out or you will end up hitting a tree!!" -"You think so? Because for me it seems..." -"Wa-?!" you were brought closer to Aether, thanks to him you avoided a branch that would hit your face. -"...You are the one to hit the tree!" -"Not as long as you're by my side~" you smiled cheekily and the golden haired boy laughed at that. He hopes that Lumine will forgive him that at this moment he wants to think only about you.

---- Sorry it's very short, tbh lately my head is too empty to finish longer fics T_T I hope everyone enjoy their time in Simulanka!! c:

[cilil]

Manwë Week Day 7

His brother never came.

Day 7: Freeform - Arda Healed Relationship(s): Manwë x Varda, Manwë & Melkor Synopsis: Dagor Dagorath is over, and Arda is healed - or is it? While everyone else enjoys the new world, Manwë mourns his brother. Warnings: Angst, loss of sibling, mentions of death, a bit of body horror, self-destruction of fána (not suicide, but you have been warned) AO3

The Battle of all Battles was over. The final notes of the Second Music faded away. 

Arda Marred had died, and Melkor with it. 

Arda Healed was born, yet he was still gone. 

Manwë stood upon the plains of Valinor, the place where everything had ended before it began anew, destroyed and remade like living memory rising from the ashes. It was silent save for the gentle breeze that ever accompanied him, and the sky was perfectly, brilliantly blue. 

He was waiting, had been for a while. Many ages ago, when they had first built the world — it felt like an eternity now and perhaps it was — Melkor had come upon Arda like a blazing comet, bright and crowned with ice and fire; yet all Manwë had seen in this world was the occasional shooting star that Varda sent across the sky. 

His brother never came. His brother had fallen one final time, it seemed. 

He had hoped that his father would remake him and cure him of his evil so they could finally be together as they were always meant to be, brothers in the mind of Ilúvatar; but alas, it seemed as though this was the one grace he would not be granted. It was a selfish desire perhaps, to want Melkor back after his death had ripped Manwë's own ëala apart, severing what remained of their connection with cruel finality. Yet it was for his brother's sake as well, having seen his decline and grieved the potential that was lost. 

Had he not been taught that redemption was possible for all? Had Eru himself not said that Melkor's discord would aid in devising wonderful things? Why then was there no happy ending for the first of them all, once the mightiest and brightest, one who could have been dearly beloved if pride and malice hadn't ruled his mind? 

Nevertheless, Manwë continued to wait, as if he was attempting to prove that he was no faithless brother to the ghost of his memories of Melkor. 

He knew not how long he had been standing there — unmoving like a statue, his gaze raised to the heavens in desperate hope — when Varda came to bring him home. 

"He won't come," she voiced what he had been refusing to think. 

"He was late in the other world too," Manwë opined, though the trembling weakness in his tone betrayed him. His wife was, as she had always been, so very wise and rational, while he was no more than an unquenchable wellspring of estel.

"Manwë," Varda said gently, taking his hand. "His evil is no more, and with it he too was unmade. I know you mourn his loss, but you cannot deny that he chose this path."

"I know." 

She began to pull him along. Manwë stood still for a while longer, stubborn and petulant, but followed her in the end. 

It most certainly wasn't her fault, and she was right as well. 

"Come and rejoice with the rest of us, my love. In this world we will finally know peace."

"And Melkor never will."

"He never wanted to." 

Again, Varda was right, but it did little to soothe Manwë's pain. 

"If Arda was healed, why wasn't he?" he asked. 

It was a question for his father rather than his wife, but patient and faithful as she was, she answered him regardless.

"I can only repeat myself: He never wanted to. You know that healing and redemption cannot come to someone who refuses it, right?"

Manwë nodded. Yes, that lesson they had learned indeed, and painfully so. 

"Manwë." Varda spoke more firmly now. "Beloved, if you ever want to be at peace you must ask yourself: Did you truly love Melkor or did you love the idea of a brother? Did you love what you saw when you were watching Námo and Irmo?" 

He remained silent. It was clear what the answer would be if he asked her what she thought, and he knew she wanted him to arrive at the same conclusion. Not out of malice, but out of love, for his own sake. 

Even so, Manwë felt misunderstood. In a world where all was healed, his brother was missing, and with him a part of his own being. In a world where all had returned and loved ones surrounded him, he had begun feeling incomplete and alone. 

— 

Aside from his missing brother, Arda Healed was a lovely place. Manwë had been advised by Irmo to enjoy what was rather than what could have been — a concept he remembered all too well from the world that was no more — and he had taken the advice, even as he noticed the shadow of concern that lingered on the Fëantur's fair face. 

Varda was the light of his life, as she had always been. They soared through the skies like they had done when they were young, painted it with stars and clouds, became one in body and spirit whenever they desired companionship.

Ulmo was his closest friend, and Manwë visited him often. They would make music together, in the clouds, on the shores, in the sea, carefree as they had been in their youth in the Timeless Halls. 

The other Valar he went to see as well, determined to give them the time and attention he hadn't always had in Arda Marred — all except Námo, for he had gone on vacation and couldn't be found, something that made him glad to hear. 

Whenever Manwë found himself in the company of Nienna, he was tempted to reveal his pain to her and seek her wisdom, yet restrained himself in the end; she had wept so much already, and he couldn't bear to cause her more grief. 

Eönwë had worried him for a time, deeply scarred from the wars he had fought in his name — more guilt that Manwë knew he wouldn't be able to overcome any time soon — but at last it seemed as though he had recovered. To the surprise and amusement of everyone, his herald found himself in the arms of none other than the Maia once known as Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, and he was happy that he would finally experience the joy of courtship, gladly leaving them alone. 

Ingwë welcomed Manwë in his home as eagerly as he had always done, and it was wonderful to see that another old friend was well. Even Fëanor seemed amenable to his company these days, as he had found out when Finwë invited him to a family gathering. 

"I hope the loss of your jewels burdens you no more," Manwë told the greatest among the Noldor. "Believe me, I would have never asked for your most beloved creations if it hadn't been necessary at the time. I was — and still am — truly sorry." 

To his surprise, Fëanor merely gave a light chuckle. "There is no need to worry about it any longer, my lord. I bear no ill will; and in the end their loss has only made me realise that I possessed greater treasures all along."

Manwë sat beside him in silence then, engrossed in the Noldo's proud, beautiful face that suddenly reminded him so much of his brother.

— 

He had travelled the world and seen everything he had always wanted to see, even walking among the Secondborn under the benevolent guidance of Lúthien. He had smiled and laughed and shared his songs and poetry with all that would listen. He had spoken to those who had never heard his voice in the old world, finally able to make himself known. 

But it wasn't enough. None of his many encounters could soothe the painful longing for his brother, the one that always remained out of reach, now more than ever before. There was a gaping wound in Manwë's heart, one only he could see, and nothing could stop the bleeding. 

Where would he find Melkor if he was here in Arda Healed, he wondered often. Would he visit him in his halls? Would they meet by happenstance in Irmo's gardens and enjoy sweet pastries and tea together? Would he come to see the world with him? Would he await him in some hidden location?

All these questions and many more did Manwë ask himself as his grief grew rather than lessened, as did dread and despair. Wherever he went, he always arrived at the same place, whatever he thought, he always arrived at the same conclusion: That his brother, his other half, whom he had never truly known due to ancient strife, was no more, and now he would never know him. 

He wouldn't be able to tell Melkor that he loved him more than any crown or kingdom, that he had loved him from the first moment of his existence, that he had never given up on him. He wouldn't be able to show him his heart and his memories, to prove to him that he had always spoken true. He wouldn't be able to experience that connection he had longed for so fervently, to live in a world where their brotherly bond was not torn, where whatever love they had for one another was not doomed. 

And this reality broke his heart. 

Varda found him weeping on the peak of Taniquetil after yet another night of watching the sky and waiting in vain. 

"Manwë..." 

He covered his face and shook his head. There was nothing he could have said to her; perhaps his behaviour was foolish and shameful, but he had truly tried his best to heal and repair himself after a piece of his ëala had been ripped away from him. 

"Beloved, why do you mourn him still?" 

"I cannot stop," Manwë whispered, "I cannot forget. There are wounds that cannot be healed even by the arts of Irmo, Estë or this new world. I know you will tell me that Arda is whole and beautiful without Melkor, but for me a world without my brother will always be incomplete." 

"Manwë, please –" 

"If the only way to heal Arda was to unmake him, the only way to heal my spirit is to unmake me also."

Talons broke out of his fingers as Manwë's grip on himself tightened, tearing into snowy skin with blood-red fury. 

"We were brothers, Varda, brothers in the mind of Ilúvatar. We were made from the same thought, two sides of the same coin. We were supposed to create together... and then were made to oppose one another. Melkor was the first being I ever perceived, his light was the first thing I ever saw, he was part of my purpose... and if I couldn't save him, what remains of it is also void." 

His breath quickened. His fána shook like a leaf in a storm. 

"I could only endure his banishment because I hoped — I believed — that when he returned from Void I could fix my mistakes and finally make everything whole again, as was Father's task and design for me. But I couldn't. I have failed him, Varda. And I am sorry." 

"Come home with me. Please." Varda's voice was unusually quiet, pleading, imploring him, and Manwë felt as though he was drowning in guilt, knowing that he wasn't going to. He was going to hurt her too, and it was wrong and unjust, but he couldn't continue like this any longer. 

The path he was going to take was his and his alone, and the only thing he could do was to hopefully make her understand why he couldn't come home with her. 

His hands dropped to his thighs, wet with tears. Manwë stared at them for a few moments, gathering his strength, then lifted them to his chest and raised his head to face Varda. His robes were easily shredded by sharp talons and his fána gave way when his fingers dug deep inside his own chest to tear himself open until she could see his bleeding, weakly twitching heart. 

"Behold what has been dying for a long time, kept alive only through duty and the love of others," Manwë whispered. "Yet no longer shall I be a burden and I will not appear again until my ëala is whole once more. What remains of my love, all that I have left to give, shall be with you. Forgive me, beloved." 

Thus the Elder King himself at last abandoned the shape that had faithfully walked upon Arda since the earliest days, leaving all that remained of him in the hands of his queen, and vanished like a gust of wind. 

— 

Manwë couldn't tell how long it had been since he had passed the Walls of Night; time didn't exist in the empty and endless Void, just like within the cosmic cradle of the Timeless Halls whence the Ainur had come. 

Neither did he know what he was hoping to find, knowing that his brother's days of wandering this realm were over. 

Even so, it seemed like a good place to go for one as painfully incomplete as he was. At the very least he would be doing penance for what he had done to his own brother, carrying out the council's judgement after he had failed to bring him back from the path of evil. 

Was this how Melkor had felt once? This never-ending pain of missing something? Was this what had driven him to rage and madness? Manwë had no answers to that, and the only one who could have answered him was not there. 

The other Valar had attempted to find him, but he had evaded them. His words to Varda had been final, and he believed himself unworthy of rescue after his numerous failings. Even his father's commands he wouldn't be able to follow at this time, if he could hear him where he was. Eru had neither called upon him nor answered his prayers ever since the Second Music, and Manwë accepted it as another part of his punishment. 

His spirit — first flying through empty space, then floating slowly — finally came to a halt. There was infinity out here, he knew, one couldn't search even if he had another eternity to do so, yet his strength was waning. Manwë was far away from the world he was bound to, weak and shaken after destroying his own fána; if the Powers were meant to be young again, he had failed at that too. The fatigue and exhaustion he felt was ancient like Varda's stars. 

He yearned for them. He yearned for her. But Manwë knew he couldn't bear to stay in Arda Healed any longer, if ever again. 

When he stood still, so did the only modicum of time. When he forgot himself, nothing existed out here. 

Tempted by oblivion, Manwë thought of the Secondborn, their gift of death and how Námo had foretold that even the Valar would one day envy them. Had Melkor in the end understood what no other Ainu ever had? Had Eru attempted to show him mercy by letting him be unmade? 

There was a light approaching him, too bright in the darkness of the Void. Manwë believed it to be a figment of his own imagination, recognising within it neither his wife nor his father, but something familiar... something soothing. 

It reminded him of the first light he had ever seen.  

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

Kinktober 2024 - Intoxicated Sex (Wet dreams & mind control)

@the-red-butterfly, my dear friend...here is another brandnew pairing for me that I've only written for you! Elwing is an Eldritch horror, Eärendil doesnt mind.

Prompts: Intoxicated Sex (Wet dreams & mind control)

Pairing: Elwing x Eärendil

Words: 565

Warnings: Mind control, intoxication of a sort, undue influence, wet dreams. sex dreams

Lulled by the gentle song of the nearby sea, Eärendil slept peacefully until the stars overhead were at their brightest.

Little by little, his dreams shifted from the gentle rocking of the waves to the churning, unchartered depths below.

She was there—she was everywhere. Her face already haunted his every waking moment, and now he couldn’t escape her otherworldly allure even in his most innocent slumber.

In his young life, Eärendil had witnessed and experienced enough incredible things not to be overly fazed by his beloved’s distinctly eerie qualities.

There was a light in her eyes that drew him in like a lost ship following the homing beacon of a faraway island.

Buckling under the burden of his own blood, he understood that Elwing couldn’t outrun her heritage and all it entailed any more than the rest of them.

While he was writhing helplessly under his thin, worn blanket, his mind was led down a tortuous path that shouldn’t even have been accessible to one such as him.

Enmeshed in his subconscious visions, halfway between a nightmare and a fantasy, he saw Elwing—gloriously, unapologetically naked and smiling brightly—flowing around him like the ocean, caressing his calves and thighs playfully.

Like a rising tide, her warmth soon engulfed him to his hips, and Eärendil gasped for air as one fully submerged by the maddening maelstrom of illicit passion.

Flailing and buckling, he lost himself in a dream so vivid, that it could only be due to the uncanny, unfathomable talents of the woman he so desired.

Kneeling beside him on the cold, hard ground, Elwing smiled.

She’d been wrenched from her parents too early to have been warned and instructed about the terrible, sensual power she’d developed after having left behind her childhood in her destroyed native lands.

Consequently, she didn’t hesitate to wield her insidious might ruthlessly, projecting pictures of herself as she yearned to be into the befuddled mind of the hapless sleeper at her side.

The young prince was handsome and kind, and she wanted him.

It pleased her to look upon his flushed face and watch the treacherous stain between his legs grow wider and wetter with every passing moment—he liked the images arising uninvited before his inner eye.

The camp and everyone within was fast asleep, so she undressed quietly and gently pinned his wrists to the soft, mossy soil to keep him from robbing her of her imminent triumph by a desperate, unconscious intervention of his own.

She could feel the intoxicating effect of her trespass course through his veins, making his blood pulsate frantically through his strong body, and she had to suppress a moan of utter delight.

As Eärendil’s eyes flew open to reveal the vague gaze of one in the throes of a mind-altering, disarming influence, Elwing gave him a soothing smile.

“I dreamt of you—you were gorgeous,” he whispered, lifting a trembling hand to her bare chest as if to make sure he was indeed awake now.

Elwing felt the song of the sea and the mellow melodies of the night sky thrum along her nerves as she took hold of the engorged, leaking cock she’d laid bare.

“Thank you,” she purred before letting her heart, spirit, and body be flooded by the subtle magic she’d woven around them.

As they moved under the stars, fate was rewritten by invisible hands.

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Thank you so much for reading!

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[veras1ne]

“The Brightest Star”

Summary ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Stargazing with Anakin was no unusually scene, but tonight was different resulting in comfortable silence, loving touches, and love-laced words.

🫧 Pairing☆⋅⋆ Anakin Skywalker/Reader -ˋˏ Gender Neutral! As always <3 ˎˊ

Warnings 🦢 II 🐾 References to love bites AKA hickeys, and some hand holding!

Thank you guys for all the love on “Heaven is any place with you.” I hope you guys love this one just as much!! Kisses everyone, and remember to leave any requests, thoughts or love in my asks/inbox!! Love ya ,, Vera🫶🏻🫶🏻

There was no denying that Coruscant was a busy planet. From the never-silent city to the everlasting hub of culture and the arts, alongside the large city came the even larger scene of politics.

While many would agree that politics could be harsh and lacking in ethics, being in the Senate had its perks, such as nights like these spent in your apartment with your dearest general Skywalker.

Sneaking around your own complex in order to spend nights with your beloved Jedi was not ideal; peaceful dates and small, rushed kisses turned into passionate whispers, love bites and hour-long conversations you had grown to love and long for. Similarly, a dinner date in your apartment quickly became hushed giggles and hurried touches in the night guided by the light of Coruscant’s moons as you ran to be the first to arrive at your large balcony, attempting to compete with Anakin’s large strides, which, by method of playful pushes and unfair distractions, you had not won.

"It’s not fair, Ani; you always win because you cheat!" Your breath was rapid and lacking rhythm, but your voice was laced with joy and laughter. "It’s not cheating if there were never any rules." Although his voice was playful, you knew he truly meant what he said. "Oh, stop it, Anakin even if there were rules, you’d be the first one to break them," you snickered. Rules were never Ani’s thing, not when he was a padawan, and certainly not now as he’s grown into a man of his own design. His chuckles filled your ears as he shook his head in disagreement. "Please, you sound like Master Kenobi, and it’s not ideal for me to think about him while I’m kissing you," he breathed out snarkily, smiling as speeders flew past Coruscant’s buildings, while your fingers intertwined with Anakin’s rough, callused ones.

You were no stranger to occasionally stargazing with Anakin, but tonight felt different. The winds were calm, and the only sounds that could be heard were the buzzing of nearby vehicles passing by and the slurring of drunk individuals below waiting to get a ride.

Words often were not needed to enjoy your time with him, but the comfortable silence came to an end as your voice piped up, "Do you think the stars ever get lonely?" Your voice was hushed and quiet, but loud enough for only the both of you to hear as your head turned to face his, taking note of how his chest moved rhythmically with each breath, enjoying the peaceful night he was having and basking in your presence, not wishing for it to end. "With over 400 billion stars in our galaxy, I certainly wouldn’t. But then again, I’m not sure I’d worry about the others so much, not when I’m with you." His voice dripped with sincerity, pursing his lips and wetting them to speak once more, all while his eyes never left the sky

"Even with over 400 billion stars in our galaxy, you still shine to me as the brightest."

[rhaenyrsa]

This was a new thing for her, as it was for everyone, she assumed. However, on top of having this . . . tadpole, she believed they called it, inside of her head, she was in a new land. This is what she gets for leaving King's Landing. She was told to wait, and now she's stranded, her beloved dragon's whereabouts unknown, and all she can do is follow these people around until there's a cure. Then, she'll worry about making it home.

He was odd, a seemingly fearless thing with a penchant for both backstabbing and constantly being afraid of being backstabbed. Still, he makes his way over to the fire and Rhaenyra makes room for him. Astarion was his name, she remembers, lips pressed together as he sits beside her.

“ At least we can see the stars from here. I, for one, thought I might never see them again. ” She misses the view from her home — though, she must admit, the unobstructed view was beautiful. It was the same sky, but it was different. She liked it. “ When you look at the sky from my home, the lights of the city only let you see the brightest of stars. It's strange to think I'd never have seen this if none of this happened. ”

@palespawn: If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

“ A lovely metaphor, but I could still see the sky, you know. ” She's able to finally crack a smile, pulling her legs up to her chest. Rather unladylike, but none of her future subjects were here to see it. “ I don't know. Maybe a better one would be, look for the good even in the worst situation? ” If they were turned to mind flayers, there would be no stars or candles. Just bad. “ Are you from here? Do the stars look like this where you live? ”

[ourbeloved1011]

#personal #xz'sbirthday

I've had such a busy day today. I've spent 4.5 hours on the road driving back & forth for work. And it's xiaozhan's 32nd birthday today.

Zhan ge, you're right.

The sunset is very beautiful, just like every evening I used to focus only on moving forward while I missed the chance to appreciate it.

This year, I'm willing to stop for a beautiful sunset. Just like how your beloved dd did.

Sincerely wishing you to have a lifetime of happiness watching sunset, stars, pouring rain, blue sky & white cloud together with your one and only brightest 🌟

Happiest 32nd birthday, dear my brightest ☀️☺️

Thanks for inspiring me to grow & keep moving forward ❤️

Missing them 🥹 He never look at others the same way he look at his dd, huh

[ineffablemossy]

Flufftober / Good Omentober Day 1

Mashing up the fluff and GO prompts because I love my fluffy celestial beings <3 Posting on AO3 tomorrow as its late now, I'm as tired as a hard-working angel

Prompt: I got you / Pre-Fall

Words: 2419

Rating: Teen I guess (SFW, kissing only)

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They padded down the long, bright corridor, the white flagstones cool under their feet. Leaning round pillars and corners as they moved lightly on the balls of their feet. A shock of ruby curls bounced around their ears as they half-ran to and fro.

"Stars, where are you? Uhh, I hate these offices, go on forever and ever just boring white, white, pale white, off-white, bone white, bright white..." Raphael stopped and sighed, planting their hands on their hips. "Aziraphale! Where are yo.. oh!" They called out and turned, spotting an opening in the sheer white wall. Through the doorway, they could see a desk piled high with parchments and scrolls.

Grinning, they approached the entrance slowly, dragging their fingers on the smooth surface of the wall as they peered in. On the desk amid the stacks of documents, soft white curls peeked out. Something fluttered in their chest. Oh, now that's a nice white, white as the brightest star. They let out a soft hum, the heart beating in their corporation suddenly feeling twice as big as a moment before.

Raphael took only three steps to reach the desk, their long gainly legs almost dancing across the room. They knelt down to better see the chaos around the Principality and chuckled softly. Some of the papers had toppled, falling over the angel's head which lay unmoving, cheek pressed against the translucent surface. Aziraphale was half sprawled across the desk, one hand still holding onto a quill. His back rose and fell slowly. Raphael rested their forearms on the edge of the desk and leaned towards the peaceful, sleeping face of their beloved. Aziraphale let out the softest of snores, and Raphael scrunched their face in delight.

"Look at you," they whispered, "you're gorgeous."

They raised a hand to move the fallen bits of parchment from Aziraphale's sleeping form, then gently plucked the quill from his hand. The angel snorted a half-snored intake of breath then let out a long, low moan of displeasure, brow furrowing. Raphael moved to smooth the brilliant curls, making soothing noises.

"Shhh sshhh, it's alright Angel. You fell asleep, you must be exhausted," said Raphael. They didn't habitually sleep, but sometimes these new corporations they'd been issued with seemed to get very weary. It would all settle down in time, they'd been reassured, just a matter of getting used to it.

Aziraphale huffed and moved his forearms under his head, glaring up at Raphael through tousled hair and dust motes from the papers. He closed his eyes and pressed his head into the redhead's palm. And huffed again.

"What have you been up to? I expected to see you ages ago. I guess you've been buried in plans for Earth, hmmm?" Raphael grinned and wiggled their eyebrows. Aziraphale moaned in response, but they could see his ears move with a smile hidden behind those robust arms.

Raphael bounced up and circled the desk, placing a delicate hand on the other angel's back, between the shoulder blades. Aziraphale felt warm, even through their robes. He always felt warm, it made it feel so cosy being next to him. He was like a tiny Sun all for them, and when he smiled at them, well. It made them feel all shimmering and liquid inside, like a brand-new nebula shifting and twinkling in a perfect sky.

"So...much...paperwork..." Aziraphale's voice was muffled by his sleeves. Raphael slipped their hands down and around his waist, giving a gentle tug.

"Come on Angel. You need some rest. The paperwork will be here later," their voice dropped to a mumble, "s'not like anyone else is going to do it for you."

Aziraphale either didn't hear it pretended not to, and pushed himself up off his arms. He turned towards the tall angel, eyes hooded and dark with sleepiness. Raphael giggled and reached up to peel a scrap of parchment that had stuck to his cheek. Aziraphael cleared his throat and half smiled up at them.

"My dear, what are you doing here? Has so much time passed already? I am sorry if I missed our rendez..." he yawned widely, "vous."

"Oh don't be a silly angel, I knew you'd be here," they gestured widely towards the long corridor, "somewhere. Come on now, let's get you up." They tugged at Aziraphale's waist again with one arm, holding out the other to catch his hand.

Aziraphale pushed back in the chair and rose, enveloping the angel's slender hand in his own. Raphael saw him blush and turn towards the doorway.

"Oh no. I don't. I don't want anyone to see me taking my leave on work time though. That's why I stayed here, I was only going to rest my eyes for a moment. I should stay, I really MUST stay." He turned back towards the desk. Raphael tugged on his hand and bit their lip to stop the exasperated sigh that rose unbidden.

"Oh no you don't! You are coming with me!" They said firmly. Aziraphale spun back around, eyebrows knitting together and lips pursed in annoyance.

"Raphael it's not so simple! You know the rules, we..." he stopped as Raphael placed a long finger against his lips.

"Sssh, now, tired angel. Stroppy angel," they winked at him mischievously and rubbed their thumb across his knuckles, feeling the wide strong bones found there. "I know a place. No one ever goes there, I promise." Aziraphale sighed heavily them met their gaze, all the fight and heat drained out of his face.

"Promise? You're sure?"

"Absolutely! Just a couple of..." they looked up and waved their spare hand around, "Ngh I don't know. Units of time, we've not really nailed down a name for them yet. But you know, a couple of units let's say. Then you'll feel all better, and no one will have noticed a thing."

They looked down at him, tilting their head forward with wide eyes, and blinked a few times in succession. "Pleeease..."

Aziraphale blushed again as he met their gaze. "Alright then, but just for a little while!" He rushed out the words.

Raphael wiggled on the spot, feeling very pleased with themself. Squeezing that big, strong hand they led Aziraphale to the doorway before popping their head around the edge and looking both ways. The corridor was empty in both directions.

"All clear, come on!" Raphael said. They rushed through the doorway, hopping along the shiny floor as though it prickled their soles. They turned back the way they'd come in, heading in the vague direction of the stairwell.

They turned around, feeling Aziraphale's hand heavy in theirs. The angel was yawning again and they couldn't help tilting their head and letting out a soft sound of adoration. When they turned back, the door to the stairwell was suddenly in front of them.

"I'll never understand your offices, Angel." They pushed through the door and the two angels found themselves in a white and grey space, with stairs spiralling up and down. Raphael looked over the railing and shivered when they saw the gloomy blackness swallowing up the stairs far below.

"Right, we're going up. Come on Angel! It's not too far."

"I do hope not or I might just fall asleep right here on the stairs," Aziraphale said tritely. They started up the stairs together, side by side.

"Mm, don't think that'd be too comfy. What I've got in mind is much better." They flashed a smile at their companion.

After a few turns around and up the spiral, the stairway narrowed. They ascended one more flight and found themselves in front of a nondescript grey door.

"This is it," Raphael fizzed inside. They loved showing their Angel new things, little secrets they found here and there across the Universe. It made them feel something divine when they shared these moments. They raised their hand to the door and pushed, leading Aziraphale in by the hand.

The door closed behind them, and it was dark. A warm, velvet dark that lapped over them.

"Let there be light," Raphael whispered and made the tiniest motion. It was important that no one find this place, so they used the tiniest miracle they could. A small orb appeared in their hands glowing just enough to show them the floor and close surroundings.

They started forward again with Aziraphale trailing very close behind. They could feel his breath on the back of the neck. It sent tingles down their spine.

The shape of a doorway materialised out of the shadows and they stepped through. There was more light here, and Raphael snuffed out the light. They drew Aziraphale forward and snugged their arm around his waist. He was looking at them quizzically.

"Angel, look up," said Raphael and they both craned their heads back. Aziraphale gasped then.

Above them, the ceiling was not high. But it was entirely made of glass. Beyond the transparent canopy, the Vaults of Heaven were laid out in all their glory. The dark sky shifted through shades of dark blue, to purple, to almost black, with ribbons of lilac and pink and green meandering across the firmament. Golden stars twinkled, scattered across the vista like thousands of tiny lamps straining to shine the brightest. It was a singular, ethereal beauty. Despite all the work Raphael had done creating star systems, nebulas, and novas; there was still something a bit special about that view. The light coppery hairs on their arms prickled and stood up at the sight.

"Whaddya think?" They whispered.

"It's.. it's.. just divine! Beautiful!" Aziraphale paused for a moment. "Gorgeous, even!" Raphael grinned from ear to ear.

"I hoped you'd like it."

"Oh, I do. Very, very much." Aziraphale turned towards them, a contented smile creasing his eyes. "Thank you so much dearest! It really is wonderful!" Raphael felt their cheeks heating up.

"Aha, and that's not all!" They moved further into the room, easier to see as their eyes adapted to the low light. The room didn't appear well kept, strewn with a variety of oddly shaped dark shadows. Some of them looked like boxes.

In The middle was a particularly large shadow. Raphael smiled and reached down, clutching a large piece of fabric and pulling dramatically. They spun round and let the fabric flutter down to the ground, revealing a dusty, but soft-looking chaise longue with plush navy blue velvet.

"Now, come over here Angel," they stretched out their hand. Aziraphale took a few steps and then lurched forward, arms flailing.  Raphael rushed towards him a step and felt the full force of the angel slam into them. They toppled backwards, tripping in turn against the end of the bed.

"Ouf!" Aziraphale said as he fell on top of the fiery-haired angel, who had instinctively wrapped their arms around his shoulders. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry. I tripped on something." He tried to raise himself up but Raphael tightened their arms around him, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"S'alright Angel, I've got you," Raphael whispered into Aziraphale's ear and nuzzled into his soft curls. The smell of him was intoxicating. They felt him relax into their embrace, their breath rising and falling together.

"We should probably move a little dearest," Aziraphale's voice was muffled again, this time by Raphael's robes. "Shame to not make full use of this lovely spot you've found."

"Mm, I suppose you're right. I was just, you know, enjoying this for a moment." Raphael unwrapped their arms to release the angel, then scooted up onto the recliner which was practically a bed. Conveniently sized for two angels in fact. They leaned back and beckoned to Aziraphale with wide open arms.

Aziraphale climbed onto the bed on both knees and almost crawled upwards towards them. The sight made them feel giddy and glad to be lying down already. The Principality leaned over, planting a thick arm roped with muscle on each side of their fire-crowned head. They licked their lips, taking in as much detail as they could in the dim half-light. Looking up, they found Aziraphale's gaze. His eyes sparkled, shifting tones of grey and dark blue. Feeling his tender smile beaming down at them Raphael thought they might just discorporate there and then.

Aziraphale shifted and Raphael felt his hand against their cheek. Their breath hitched in response to the touch.

"You never cease to amaze me, my dearest darling Raphael." The angel's voice was warm. "My existence wouldn't be nearly as interesting without you."

Then they felt their lover's breath hot on their face, and they reached up to swing their arms around his back.

"Come here Angel."

Aziraphale dipped and they felt his soft, plush lips meet theirs. Sparks shivered through their limbs as they kissed, contented sounds escaping them. They closed their eyes, losing themself in the moment, in the warmth and love rolling off of their Angel's mouth and tongue. When Aziraphale broke their touch Raphael sighed into the space between them. They brushed noses affectionately, and they couldn't help but grin lazily when their beloved shifted to place a soft kiss on their forehead.

"I do love doing that you know," Aziraphale murmured into their hair.

"Mm, me too. S'great" Raphael replied. "But you should be getting some rest now. Come and lie down here." They patted the velvet beside them. "We can kiss some more next time you're free and not falling asleep under paperwork!" They teased.

Aziraphale shifted to lie down and they both looked up at the star-lined vista above them. Raphael wriggled closer, nestling into Aziraphale's shoulder and breathing deeply, trying to inhale the very scent of him, to capture the olfactive memory of the moment.

They shook out their wings then and draped one across the both of them. Aziraphale slid an arm under their neck and reached down to stroke the downy feathers st their shoulder blades.

"That you my dear, that's very nice. Very, what was it that word you found again? Cosy?"

"Mm, yeah, cosy," they sighed, tingles running through them as the angel's fingers stroked their feathers.

They both looked up in silence at the celestial skyscape, their breathing gradually slowing.

"I think I might quite like to come here again, with you darling." Aziraphale's voice was thick and heavy with sleep.

"Me too Angel, me too."

Raphael heard gentle snores and smiled happily. Then, tucked up warm and cosy and loved, they closed their eyes and slept.

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tagging @disaster-dog thank you for the pre-Fall prompt!

[obey-me-disaster]

Descend to me, my Morning Star (Part 1)

A/N: This is basically an AU heavly inspired by the Luceafăr poem! I should be studying it for exams but it just reminds me so much of Lucifer that I had to write it..

Synopsis: MC is part of a royal family while Lucifer is the star they call on each night so they could be together. But one is mortal stuck to earth while the other belongs to the sky, how will they manage to make their relationship last? Especially when the royal magician keeps pursuing MC?

Lucifer x gn!MC x Solomon(eventually..)

There was once upon a time

Like it was never before

Born from a powerful king and a beautiful queen

A human like no other.

They got both the power and the beauty of their parents and were beloved by others.

But even with all of that, they seemed oh so distant. Their eyes always looking at the sky, like they were waiting for someone to come.

This is the story of a royal heir that fell for an angel, a star. But could they transcend their human nature and live their happy ever after, or will they find their happiness in someone else and remain mortal?

MC shivered as the breeze of the night hit their skin. Their nightwear was thin, not ment to protect from the cold of the night. It was made so it wouldn't bother the young royal's sleep, something they should be doing at that hour.

But instead, they were staring expectedly, looking at the stars. Out of all of them, one was shining the brightest, the Morning star. From dawn to even past sunrise, if one looked at the sky they could see it, but only during the night, its light was the brightest.

It was often told, in human legends, passed through generations, that stars are actually the angels looking to protect humanity. Most would think those are only empty legends, stories to tell children and a subject for poets to write about. Few were those that knew how to call those angels down to earth, if only for a short time.

"Descend down here, my Morningstar, thou cast your light on me, and spend the night right here with me." Learned by heart, MC recited the charm that was thought to them by the star himself.

As the words left their mouth, the light in the room started to waver, a figure slowly appearing. At first it was only multiple pair of wings, shifting into one another. Their mind could never comprehend this form of his at this stage, that's why he always took the form of a human, more or less.

"Lucifer, you're finally here." MC ran and hugged him tightly, burying their face into the crook of his neck. At first glance he appeared human, but his cold red eye, his pale skin that seemed to radiate a soft light and his six wings were a dead give away.

"Why wouldn't I be here, my love, after all you were the one to call me." He returned their hug and wrapped all six of his wings around them, shielding them from the cold of the night.

For how intimidating his wings looks, they were extremely soft and warm to touch. Looking around Lucifer observed how they have already prepared tea and something to eat for his visit. Sighing, he kisses their head and goes to pour himself some tea. "You didn't have to prepare all of this for me, your body is already starting to feel the effects of losing sleep. You really shouldn't push yourself like that, you're only human after all."

MC rolled their eyes but couldn't help the smile on their face at his worry. "You worry too much. At this rate I might have to start calling you the Anxiety star instead of Morning star." Lucifer shook his head at their attempt of a joke but if MC looked closer, they would see the corner of his mouth twitch up.

"You're just as reckless and with no regards of the rules as my younger brothers, you truly would get along with them.." At the mention of his brothers, MC's ears perked up. Lucifer rarely spoke of his home. At most, he would tell some stories about his brothers or complain about work passed on by Michael, but even then, he was sure to keep things vague.

Most of their nights were focused on MC and how he could make them feel good. All his attention was on them. Most of the time, his touch was more than welcomed, his embrace always made them feel safe. But there were some times were his touch would serve as a reminder that he was not mortal. MC couldn't always describe this feeling, after all, humans didn't have it in their vocabulary to describe the touch of beings beyond their comprehension.

As much as they have both tried, the disconnection that came from being fundamaetally different, would make its presence known at the worst time at possible.

"Say, Lucifer, what are your brothers like? You always talk with so much fondness about them, it's clear as day that they mean a lot to you." Seeing the pleading look on MC face, he couldn't bring himself to refuse them. It was an innocent enough request and it was natural that they were curious about his family.

"Where should I begin...all of them can be quite the headache to deal with, always running around doing whatever they want." Just thinking about all the trouble his younger brother can cause make his head hurt. "But they can also be nice, when they try..."

Hours passed, as he shared stories of his brothers. MC didn't really intervene outside of a few questions and jokes. As much as he claimed that his brothers were trouble makers, he did love them dearly. He would have probably went to talk about them even more if it weren't for MC nearly collapsing for exhaustion.

Despite their protest of not being tired he gently led them to their. "I've told you to take better care of yourself. You're body can only last with so many hours of sleep being lost." MC was too tired to actually argue and deep down, they knew he was right, so they complied with his request to go to sleep.

"Please stay with me a little more, until I fall asleep. I don't want to be alone just yet." MC grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and tried to tug him into bed with them. Giving a kiss on their forehead, he made himself comfortable into their bed. "I will be here to hold you until you drift off to sleep, so now hurry up and do it. You need all the sleep you can get."

MC mumbled some things he couldn't quite catch on as they fell asleep. Despite being so close to his loved one he couldn't relax. These meetings they keep on having can't go on. While to Lucifer it's not that hard to keep coming down on earth for their call, MC's body couldn't keep on going with sleepless nights and day dreams throughout the day.

They deserve to have an actual relationship, where they can be together as much as they want and not only on borrowed time. They both deserve that. To not have to hide and keep this whole affair a secret. At least on MC's part. All of Lucifer's brothers knew what was going on after one night they have decided to spy on him. His Father was also aware of his frequent visits to a certain human.

He was so caught up in his thoughts about how to resolve the situation, that he didn't realize that the night has passed and the sun's light was illuminating the room. Casting one last glance at his lover, he disappeared into the sky again, where he could think of a way to make their relationship be an actual thing, that didn't need to be hidden.

[doomstarmagician]

bUt wHAtt if THeY kIsSeD? (I had to please I’m sorry Doomie!)

@mahoushojoumonster | Meme

What if, in another life…

There was a peculiar energy that bloated the air around them, thick like encroaching miasma and yet warm like the gentle embrace of soft sunlight. Excitement, that’s what it was. To no one’s surprise, the source of such infectious energy was Doomstar himself. The Geminid meteor shower was set to soar through the December night sky, and it went without saying that the starry-eyed magician was prepping his equipment for when that night descended upon the realm.

Overlooking a small lake that jutted outwards to the greater expanse of sea sat a house, cozy and picturesque. The waterfront view was breathtaking, and the sky above was clear and grand. Removed from urban population, there were no skyscraper constructs to obscure the view, and no city lights to blind sensitive eyes from the wonders of space that would surely grace them with its ethereal magnificence soon enough. Inside the house was where the commotion lay. There was the squeaking of permanent marker against the glossy paper stock of a calendar. One final ‘X’ had been crossed through another day, marking the end of Doomstar’s wait. Tonight was a special night, marked by the arrival of the Geminid meteor shower.

But more than that, it was date night. What better way to spend the date in the presence of your favorite person with the company of the stars to light up the night?

He was meticulous in ensuring everything was perfect for his date. It didn’t matter how long he and his Best Girl were together, Doomstar believed in keeping the spark alive as if they were two lovestruck teenagers who just discovered what being in love for the first time felt like. A large, fluffy blanket had been laid out in the grass, and plush pillows were there to cushion them as they sat like royalty under the night sky. Food had been carefully plated and drinks were poured in abundance, because the mere thought of not sharing a meal with his beloved made him want to shrivel up and waste away.

Of course that was his stomach talking.

On standby stood his telescope, sharp and sleek and state of the art. With all the tinkering and modifications he had made, seeing the Geminids up close and crystal clear was nothing but a walk in the park to him. When the sun had finally dipped below the horizon and the stars revealed themselves, Doomstar’s excitement was palpable; and when the first streak of light glimmered across the night sky, he knew it was time. With a firm, but careful touch, he took Mana’s hand in his, pulling them both up with an overjoyed “come on!”

“My lady,” he murmured and held her hand up to his lips, brushing them against the softness of her skin before pressing a warm, gentle kiss to it. “It’s only right that you go first.”

And she did. Doomstar watched Mana with a deep fondness, feeling a familiar warmth spread through his chest that threatened to overwhelm him at times, yet he still welcomed with open arms. The wonder in her gaze, the softness in her expression, he couldn’t help but feel the air be sucked from his lungs. So this was what they meant by loving so fiercely it takes one’s breath away…

It was only when she had stepped back from the telescope to give him a turn, that Doomstar realized he could only stand there, staring, mesmerized and captivated and feeling so, so soft for her. Yes, the meteor shower was well underway, and naturally it was a sight to behold but… so was she. The way the moonlight seemed to frame her form in its soft, inviting silver glow, the way the backdrop of stars seemingly formed a crown atop her head, why… Mana was the brightest star of them all.

“Oh, goddesses help me. How can I ever hope to look up when I have you before me, my love?” His tone was light, affectionate, filled with all the adoration he felt for her. Stepping forward, he couldn’t help but bypass the telescope and bring his hands up to cup her face instead.

Thumbs caressing her cheeks in gentle, soothing motions, Doomstar leaned in and peppered her face with kisses. Her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, even her eyelids, he made sure she understood who the real star of tonight was. And only when he had finished such a teasing, gentle gesture did one hand dip to her lower back, bringing her closer to him, while his other hand moved to her chin, tilting her head up so he could finally press his lips to hers. It was with that kiss, deep and lingering, that he poured all of his love into. His touch was reverent, his hands were warm against the softness of her skin, and more than anything… his heart was full.

[ithinkimtiarah]

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"You are a star," my mother would say.

I know it—I am a star.

But what does it truly mean to be one? There are billions of us, each one glittering in its own way, yet we all seem so... distant. I was a star, but he, he was the moon—beloved, adored by all.

But here's the thing: the moon doesn't shine like we do. You might argue, “But the moon does shine!”

But is that really what makes it loved?

What does the moon do, anyway? It simply exists.

And in its quiet existence, it draws us near. Because it is close, we can love it without fear, without restraint. The people on Earth—they worship the moon, the one who lights their nights, who offers them warmth, who brings them peace. The moon is always there, always close, a constant by choice.

Then there’s the sun—the largest star, the brightest, the fiercest. But does its light ever touch you? Does its radiance warm you, or does it only scorch? How often have you blamed it for being too much, too far away, for burning relentlessly in the sky? The sun, the brightest of them all, is never romanticized the way the moon is.

And what of the moon’s beauty? How is it that it shines brighter than me? Without my light, it is nothing—just dust and rock. I am the reason it glows. And yet, I am the one always striving, always seeking to blend in with the others, always hiding in the shadow of my own light. The difference between us, the way I am not like the others, makes me feel unseen, unchosen, unworthy.

No matter how I burn, no matter how I shine—I will always be the star. And you, you will always be the moon.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Lena! First off, I hope you're doing splendidly. Your posts always make my day better. Second, I had a mad idea that I'd love your take on but if it's not to your liking, feel free to ignore it. I was listening to the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack today and the thought struck me of which of our beloved clones is like which Jane Austen hero? Wolffe totally gives me Mr. Darcy vibes and I can see Fives as Mr. Tilney (young, handsome, likes to dance, likes to tease, probably understands muslin). Would you be willing to share your thoughts on any of the clones? If you throw in Waxer and Howzer, I'll love you even more than I already do. You're marvelous. Thank you thank you!

LOVE this concept. Mansfield Park is the only Austen story I'm not at all familiar with, so I'll exclude any gentlemen from that one. But here's what I think about the others and their similarities with the clones...

Wolffe is like Mr. Darcy... He's proud, yes, but further, he's a man of duty and principle. He knows what he wants and has no time for things that fall short of those standards. He is a steadfast friend for life, even taking a hit to his own reputation (or life) to save them. In a romantic partner, he'd need someone unafraid to call out his BS, but also patient enough to let him learn his lesson and try again... and he'll always try to do better for the ones he loves.

...Some similarities: Crosshair

Wrecker is like Mr. Bingley... He may not be the brightest star in the sky, but he sure is the most sincere and kindhearted. What you see is what you get with him. He gets along with everybody, making friends wherever he goes, and tends not to get too upset over things. He does, however, get easily flustered, especially when his heart is involved. He'd match with someone who is just as sweet and easygoing as he is, and together they won't have a complaint in the galaxy.

...Some similarities: Tup

Fives is like Mr. Tilney... He's charming and he's playful, he's smart and he's soft. Though he may be private about some matters, overall he's fair and honest and has a very calm but confident demeanor. And yes, he does have a unique appreciation for fashion unfound in other clones. Such a range of traits means he will first and foremost be a friend before a lover, though once shifted to the latter, will have plenty of teasing fun. He'll love someone who can surprise him in return.

...Some similarities: Howzer

Rex is like Captain Wentworth... On the outside he's a strong, dashing trooper, calm and collected in any room he finds himself in. But underneath the politeness and agreeableness is a bleeding heart, a sense of duty that often causes him to strain past his limits. He wants to do the right thing, even if it's at the expense of his own feelings. While he can maintain all sorts of friendships, the only romantic interest he'll have is in someone who knows their mind and sticks to it.

...Some similarities: Hunter

Cody is like Colonel Brandon... Really puts the sense in sensibility, am I right? Faithful, admirable, and smart... he's not old, just "seasoned." He knows which fights are worth having and which are just petty drama to stay out of. He's very generous with his time and resources, but in more of a subtle, working in the background kind of way. His loved ones will have a comfortable life if it's the last thing he does. He may not be traditionally romantic, but his patience and devotion more than make up for it.

...Some similarities: Fox

Echo is like Edward Ferrars... He's another duty-bound gentleman who sometimes gets in the way of his own happiness by choosing to follow what's expected of him over his own heart. He's a fan of good company and good conversation, and can generally get along with anyone. Though his personality may not be as charming, or his looks as flashy, he'd still be able to easily endear himself to a partner of equally good character and heart, once he had no other conflicting interests.

...Some similarities: Dogma

Kix is like Mr. Knightley... He is a sharp, perceptive man who looks out for both his friends and community as if they were family. His maturity serves as a good balance to his more, let's say, chaotic acquaintances, though he's not above having a bit of fun when it makes sense. Despite having such a good head on his shoulders, he can't help but be attracted to someone on the wilder side. Some would say they actually enjoy arguing, probably because they secretly know it helps them both grow.

...Some similarities: Tech

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[xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx]

We can live like jack and sally if we want 

AN: Fine…. I made a part 2. Shout out 2 @m1k3yrr3v3ng3 ur my homie 4eva!!! (ps: if ur a swiftie who only knows Fall Out Boy from electric touch or a prep: DONT FUCKING FLAME)

Warnings: Self insert, like one sexual refrance, Brendon Urie mention

Every girl dreams of their wedding day, signifying your undying love for your partner, but god was it always blown out of proportion. All the festivities and speeches and people really got on my nerves, apparently nothing says love like a shit ton of money wasted. That plus the fact that my boyfriend is famous just sealed the deal that eloping was truly the best option. 

I stood in the tiny room looking at myself in the mirror. I had on short strapless black dress that had a hot pink sash around my waist with a bow on it, pink and black striped arm warmers and knee high socks, hot pink high top convers, Kandi braclets, and a Bartskull necklace. My hair was perfect with the side swept bangs falling just right extenuating the layers and my eyeliner was the best I have ever done it. 

Thoughts rushed threw my head, I was so exicited to marry the love of my life but worried that he did not want to do this. What if he never showed up, what if he he ditched me for some other prettier girl, what if he regrets it, what if….. what if. 

My thoughts were soon intrupted by the ringing of my sidekick. It ended up being a five way call between Me, Gabe, William, Travie, and Brandon. They all congratulated me and Pete on our wedding, said how much they wanted to be there but could not due to time, and wished us luck. The call was short due to them wanting to have time to talk to Pete but It was really sweet of them to do that for us. 

Just as soon as the clock struck twenty past nine Patrick walked into my room to check on me. “Ri are you okay you were ment to call me 10 minutes ago” he asked causing me to turn around. “Ya sorry it’s just I needed some help getting ready” I replied with a soft sigh. “Is everything okay?” Patrick asked as we sat down on the floor. “I’m just scared that Pete is going to ditch me for some prettier MySpace girl and this is all a setup.” I said holding back tears as Patrick grabed some tissues from the table. “There is no need to worry, all he talked about as he got ready was how excited he was and how much he loved you and how pretty you’re gonna look.” “Really” I said as I looked at him. “Positive” 

We both got up as I felt better about the situation, I’m happy my anxiety did not get the better of me.  He soon left the room and I shortly followed. As soon as I got to the door I took a deep breath and stepped out as the wedding March played from an IPod speaker. It was in a really nice square like gazebo, there were these tiny led lights twinkling around the sides of the area, the night sky was full of stars and the moon was the brightest I have ever seen it. 

I walked down the aisle with each step meaning more than the last. I saw Pete standing at the end of the isle and he looked so handsome. He had on: a black button up with the top button unbutton and shirt untucked, matching black jeans, red low top convers, and a red tie. His bangs covered half his left eye and his eye liner was so good. The rest of the boys also wore casual outfits consisting of button ups and jeans, Patrick was more dressed up in a blazer and fedora due to him officiating. 

As soon as I got to the end of the isle I felt Pete’s hand on mine causing me to blush right as he pulled me in to a hug, waiting for Patrick to start the ceremony. Joe and Andy waited near the side as Patrick in the middle as he cleared his voice. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight to witness the Marriage of Pete Wentz and Ri Morrison. We should keep this brief so I won’t ramble so, I guess we will start with vows.” He stated as he gave the side eye to Pete to start his vows. 

“Ri, I have no god damn idea how I ended up with a girl as perfect as you. You are the angel in my nightmares, the Light to my darkness, the Sally to my Jack. I don’t care if the world hates you, because I love you, I mean it. I vow to protect you, to heal your broken soul just like you did with mine, and love you till the world ends. Till Death do us part my Clandestine Queen.”

I looked into his handsome hazel eyes as my cheeks were painted in A hot flush. Each word spoken felt like heaven. I still not over the fact that this is really happening, not only did I find my soulmate but we’re actully getting married. 

“Pete, you are my soulmate, simple and clean. We are two broken souls intertwined in a dance that when together, are healed. I always knew deep down we would be together. You’re truly the only person who truly understands me, not just seeing me as a pretty face or a stupid joke. I vow to give you all my love, to be your muse, to mend the wounds of your tortured soul like you did with mine. Through life and death, I will love you.” 

I was holding back tears as he kissed my forehead softly and sweetly. It felt like a reminder of how deep and true his love is, causing my cheeks to be painted a darker shade of red. 

We were handed the rings by Joe, the rings were matching with black bases. Mine was like the deluxe version of my engagement ring and it was the cutest ring I ever seen with the pink gem being shaped like a heart. 

We extanged our rings, as he held my smaller hand in his hands. I heard him whisper a soft “I do” as he placed the ring on my right hand and kissed said hand. I placed the other ring on his finger and softly whispered back “I do” 

“And with the power vested in me by the state of Illinois, I pronounce you husband and wife, you my know kiss the bride,” Stated Patrick. And just like that….. I officially became Ms. Ri Wentz. 

Just as they thought hit my mind I felt Pete’s lips on mine. the kiss was Sweet yet passionet, like it was a flower given at a funeral. Our tounges slid together like a lock and a key. The world stoped for just a moment as the two of us inter locked out lips. 

As the kiss broke we looked into eachothers eyes, his hazel ones glued to my gray ones. The warmth of our love surrounded the two of us as I nuzzled my head around his neck to rest it on his shoulders and let out light tears of joy. We stood like that for a solid few minutes as the rest of the guys clapped and got the music ready for our first dance.

“May I have this dance?” I asked shyly as Pete took my hand into his, we started slowly dancing as Blink-182’s I Miss You played on the speaker. It was truly our song, it matched us so perfectly, it was ment for us.

Hello there, The angel from my nightmare, The shadow in the background of the morgue, The unsuspecting victim, Of darkness in the valley, We can live like Jack and Sally if we want, Where you can always find me, And we'll have Halloween on Christmas, And in the night, we'll wish this never ends, We'll wish this never ends

We danced to the music as our eyes met, lights shining like never before. It was the most romantic thing I have ever expirenced in my life. He looked so perfect, his smile warm and loving. 

Where are you? And I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight, I need somebody and always, This sick, strange darkness, Comes creeping on, so haunting every time, And as I stare, I counted, The webs from all the spiders, Catching things and eating their insides’ Like indecision to call you’ And hear your voice of treason, Will you come home and stop this pain tonight, Stop this pain tonight

The dance kept up as he started to spin me around, the lights dancing around the corners of my eyes. He whispered soft sweet nothings as we swayed to the music.

Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

As the song came to an end he dipped me down towards the ground as both our hands and our lips interlocked for a sweet kiss. “I love you so much” he stated softly “I love you too, handsome” I said in a cooing voices that sounded like a moan. “Is my bride getting needy, don’t worry baby, I’ll treat you so good tonight” I blushed as those words came out of his mouth. 

The first dance ended as the rest of the boys were clapping. It felt as if for one moment, the world stoped. It was truly only us and our love that mattered. We looked out to the stars the back at eachother with a blush. 

“Till death do us part my Clandestine Queen”

[cq-studios]

We talked about Ven’s dream, but are there any other moments in the series that stand out to you as potential KHUX references?

Okay, so, this is gonna all be from memory — with the occasional reference to the novels (I have bookmarks lol) so take the things I say with a grain of salt…

Also it’s kind of long so, under the cut we go!

The first one that comes to mind is something exclusive to the novels but when Ven and Vanitas re-fuse in the BBS an unspecified voice says this:

Which feels very Darkness coded. The “I’m home” part especially, since it’s most likely that it was removed from him at the same time as Vani (this specifically is also why I still believe Vani and Darkness are separate entities, even if they might share a body).

It doesn’t really make sense why they’d refer to themselves in the third person like this, especially since we do have another plausible explanation.

On a different note

You cannot convince me that it was not intentional that the Dream Eater Theme is one of the only tracks in the franchise to have vocalizations (the only others I can think of would be ML Dearly Beloved and One Winged Angel? Could be forgetting some tho).

Like what kind of twisted foreshadowing is that?

And the fact that it’s so ‘childish’ too. Obviously the Dandelions weren’t that young (like not under 10 I mean) but it still drives me crazy. Just AHH.

I’m not very confident this one is intentional (I have no idea when KHUX started being planned. I doubt it was all the way back pre-2008, but who knows?) but in Days (only the game, not the cutscene movie) both Marluxia and Larxene consider recruiting Roxas in their coup.

I believe Marluxia is the first one to bring it up and I can only imagine that was because of his connection to Ven. Not really much else to say here lol

Last but certainly, nearly, tangentially on topic is the Keyblade War story Yen Sid tells Sora and Riku before their Mark of Mastery Exam.

And like, yeah, no kidding CQ, but hear me out, I think it’s how it connects to Union X that makes it interesting.

So my idea is that the story actually mixes the Keyblade War MoM presumably fought in (the one ‘when he was a boy’ he tells Luxu about) with the one that he made the Foretellers cause (the one in Chi).

Green and Bold are the former

Pink and Italics are the latter

Blue, Bold, and Italics are ones that could plausibly be both

“Long ago, in the age of fairy tales the world was filled with light — a gift, many believed, from an unseen power known as ‘Kingdom Hearts’. You see, Kingdom Hearts was protected by its counterpart, the ‘X-Blade,’ so that none could ever lay hands on its mysteries.

But in time, the world was overrun by legions who wanted the light all for themselves, and the first shadows were cast upon the land. These warriors crafted ‘Keyblades’ in the image of the original X-Blade and waged a great war over Kingdom Hearts. We call this the Keyblade War.

But though the war extinguished all light from the world, the darkness could not reach the brightness inside every child's heart.

With that light, the world was remade as we know it today, with countless smaller worlds shining like stars in the sky.

As for the real X-Blade, it did not survive the battle. The two elements that created it, one of darkness and one of light, shattered into twenty pieces — seven of light, thirteen of darkness.

And as for the source of all light — the one true Kingdom Hearts — it was swallowed by the darkness, never to be seen again. As long as it remains there, even the brightest world will have its dark corners. After all, light begets darkness, and darkness is drawn to light.

For this reason, some decided to use the Keyblade — a weapon designed to conquer the light — to defend the light instead. These were the first heroes of the Keyblade.” - Narration by Yen Sid, Dream Drop Distance Novel, Page 165

So I’m gonna go over each coloured line one by one just to clarify what I think they’re referring to.

Anything said about the X-Blade is automatically about MoM’s ‘childhood’ Keyblade War to me (Green) as we do not see it or hear any reference to it at any point in the X Saga. Not even when MoM is talking to the Foretellers. Hell, I’m not even sure it’s ever mentioned in Dark Road.

The mythos could just be made up. But the X-blade is real and does summon Kingdom Hearts (a real or a fake one is yet to be decided). But also if this was a MoM Keyblade War thing, and he never told anyone about it, how would the rest of Keyblade society know? Maybe at some unseen point during MoM and Xehanort’s meeting he was told. I’m not sure. It’s a little rocky but I’m using what we have to go off of

And I am pretty sure that the X-Blade would be a thing MoM was exposed to considering it’s status as the thing all Keyblades are based on.

For a comment on the first few blue lines. I personally believe this is true for both wars, but that the wording leans a bit more into the Chi war.

The pink lines afterwards are obviously referring to the Dandelions and restoration of worlds

The next blue line…

So, we have no heccin’ clue which Kingdom Hearts is real. Like, is it yellow? Is it blue? Is it the god damn door from KH1? (It’s not the door from KH1. The door from KH1 is the Kingdom Hearts of Worlds and not the one we’re talking about lol) Not even some people working on the games are entirely sure according to one interview lol

And because of that I cannot tell you during which war the true Kingdom Hearts disappeared.

Most people, including myself initially, would assume it was in the war we see in Chi, and, honestly, I don’t think they’re in the wrong for thinking that. I think that’s what we’re supposed to think. But Yen Sid says that “the one true Kingdom Hearts” was “never to be seen again” and all instances of Kingdom Hearts appearing (both colours I mean) have shown up on at least 2 occasions.

In Fragmentary Passage (I think???) there’s a cutscene of Luxu watching the (Chi) war and the Kingdom Hearts shown there is blue. The same blue as in BBS. In KH3 its yellow the same colour as the confirmed fake Kingdom Hearts shown in Days.

If either of those Kingdom Hearts were real then they both would’ve very much shown up again by the time Yen Sid is speaking to them.

The last pink line is most likely referring to MoM taking on the Foretellers as his apprentices and them forming the Unions.

See I spent all that time explaining my thoughts about that Keyblade War legended and now I look at them so unconfidently… but it took so long to write it all out I’m gonna keep it in anyways lol

Anywho, that’s all folks.

Feel free to either add on to my points or tear them to shreds, if you’d like. I love a discussion. And prefer to be corrected if I get something wrong.