#princesse saphi

[miss-tc-nova]

Faults to Light - Eraqus x Xehanort

This is my piece of the @shatteredestiny-zine which I'm ever honored to be invited back to. It's really a hit to the imposter syndrome with how many amazing people worked on this. But enjoy my angst!

Art by our our amazing bishop and knight mods: Triton and Saphy!

Triton: @princess-triton & princesstriton

Saphy: @saph-y & SaphySushi

Premise: Sometimes the light is just as bad as the darkness

Words: 2,540

Music Inspiration: So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy

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               Gray eyes gaze into the mirror. Lungs rattle his chest in spite of efforts. A white-knuckle grip on the porcelain sink relents to shove the black hair from his face.

               He didn’t imagine it.

               Across his cheek lies skin welting where the stone struck him. That’s not unusual—a common hazard of keyblade training. But the gash weeping liquid light is not.

               Fear seeps into his brain. He frantically wipes the anomaly from his face and presses a patch against the wound. There. Peering back at his reflection, all appears as it rightfully should. A practiced smile slips across his lips and the young man ventures out to go about his day.

               There’s nothing wrong.

               Black boots meet the white stone, clicking step by step through the citadel on his way to greet his master.

               This place of light hasn’t changed at all, still just as wearing on a wayward heart as always. While he can’t expect a world to alter its ways in a single year, Xehanort’s views have changed a lot. Worlds vast and varied revealed their secrets as he traveled, yet one thing remained the same everywhere he went: darkness masquerading as light. Such a familiar farce frustrated him to no end, but he couldn’t blame darkness’s tricks beneath light’s overwhelming existence. That didn’t make the dark bad or the light good; that turned out to be a false notion of those raised in light’s influence. Rather, these forces must exist together or not at all. So in the end, Xehanort returned with fewer questions than he had when he left, but gained one far more existential.

               What was his purpose?

               Those uncertainties aren’t borne before his teacher, left instead to fester in his own skull. Still, he’s praised for his journey’s outcome and instructed to rest until the day of his Mark of Mastery exam. Now row upon row of honorary stones pass him by until, finally, he comes across the collection of names he meant to find. He’s surprised to find lilies adorning each one, but only one culprit comes to mind.

               “About time you came to visit.”

               Further along the path strolls the man he was most eager to see. Gray eyes spark with delight, the usual fool’s grin stretching wide on his face. However, in spite of his elation, pulses of distress crash against Xehanort’s heart. There’s something wrong with Eraqus.

               Still, Xehanort lets a smirk twist his lips. “I had things to do, unlike some slacker I know.”

               His friend feigns insult. “Slacker? Me? Never!”

               Painful laughter rings between them. The catch up isn’t as easy as it should be. Though they speak freely, Xehanort’s thoughts are clouded with conflict.

               “So yeah, mom says once I pass the Mark of Mastery exam, I’ll inherit grandpa’s keyblade.”

               “That’s awesome. I’m sure he’d be proud.”

               Eraqus beams. “Man, I hope so. What about you? Did you find what you were looking for out there?”

               Xehanort’s eyes avert, his mind struggling to answer that particular question.

               “Are you still blaming yourself?” At Era’s new query, Xe’s eyes focus, reading the name of the blonde they used to know. “It wasn’t your fault.”

               He knows those useless words are true; there’s nothing Xehanort could have done to change the outcome. Even so, there’s more to the story than what they suffered.

               Not to Eraqus though. “If anything, what happened was because of the darkness.”

               Musings slip from Xehanort’s mouth. “I don’t think that’s true.”

               “Huh?”

               Xehanort hesitates—this conversation won’t be easy. “The light is just as much to blame as darkness.”

               That frown was inevitable. “No. It was darkness that possessed Baldr.”

               “Because the light left him vulnerable,” Xe retorts. “We were taught that the purpose of a keyblade wielder was to destroy darkness. So how do you think he felt knowing he had darkness in his heart? That he was weak? How could he not give in?”

               Xehanort searches for the right words that might finally convince his best friend to open his mind.

               “Do you think that made him a bad person?”

               Ebony brows furrow. “No. The darkness did.”

               Pain pricks at Xehanort’s heart. Perhaps Eraqus would never understand.

               “After all that happened, are you telling me you would trust the darkness?” Eraqus demands.

               His answer is honest. “Maybe.”

               Eraqus’s look of betrayal is like looking at a stranger. “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”

               “What?!”

               “Darkness killed our friends! What part of that don’t you understand?!”

               A wince contorts that fair face, palm pressed against the bandage. Though in the midst of an argument, Xehanort can’t help his concern.

               “Are you okay?”

               He should’ve expected Eraqus to swat away his attempt to reach out. “Don’t touch me!”

               Obeying his wish, Xehanort lets his hand fall. “Look, all I’m trying to say is that maybe the light isn’t as noble as we were taught.”

               Eraqus’s eyes burn with a hatred never seen before. “And the darkness is?! You want me to let it into my heart?! To let it take over and kill people like it did my family?! Because that’s what darkness does! It takes and destroys and it ruins lives! Is that what you want me to be?!”

               “No. That’s not what I—”

               His words are cut by the keyblade slicing the air. Though it misses Xehanort by the smallest margin, it cracks the concrete it meets instead—that swing was lethal.

               “I’m not weak like you!”

               Eraqus swings again, this time parried by Xehanort’s own keyblade and bringing about an instinctive retaliation. Xehanort’s weapon falls across Eraqus’s shoulder, sending his opponent to the ground. A wave of regret immediately crashes against Xehanort seeing his friend clutching at the injury.

               “Era—!”

               It drips between clenched fingers. Glimmering liquid collects on the pavement, each drop adding to the horror that this is coming from Eraqus. There’s something wrong with Eraqus.

               Xehanort’s voice comes out hushed. “What is that?”

               In stumbling to his feet, Eraqus keeps his head down. “It’s nothing.”

               He tries to walk away, but a hand snags the white fabric.

               “Wait!”

               “WHAT?!”

               Xehanort stutters back. Beneath his friend’s voice lies a monster’s. In Eraqus’s eyes sparks a light, seeping through and consuming every fleck of dark pigment in the gray.

               “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

               This time Xehanort’s voice fails.

               It starts in the roots, the light sprouting in Eraqus’s hair—intent on erasing everything dark about him.

               Unlike Xehanort, Eraqus has plenty of words. “If darkness didn’t exist, we wouldn’t be standing among our friend’s graves! They would still be here and you wouldn’t be deluded! There would be no more wars, no more suffering! Everything wrong with this world is darkness’s fault! And if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll destroy it!”

               Another grimace leaves him clutching at his head. Light from the open wound surges, enveloping Eraqus and leaving Xehanort to shield his eyes.

               What’s left behind when the light fades still resembles the young wielder yet somehow angelic and monstrous at the same time. Alabaster skin stretches across a gnarled, hunched frame, gangly arms dragging knuckles across the ground. Golden veins appear like cracks in porcelain, perfect skin. Draped around a gaunt waist sits ivory fabric while chains of gold wind around the creature like the memory of a victim. An ornate halo, just as a crown too heavy to bear, hangs above a bowed head. However, by far the most intimidating feature of this massive being are the triplet pair of wings, raised high in all their glory.

               Molten gold in place of silver brings a violent intensity to that placid face. As it stares him down, primal fear rattles Xehanort’s compromised heart—he just knows that this beast exists to extinguish sins.

               “The darkness must perish!” That is no longer Eraqus’s voice. “THE DARKNESS MUST DIE!”

               The demon is fast, nearly bludgeoning Xehanort in the head. Keyblade raised, he braces to defend himself, but is sorely prepared for the sheer power behind that deceitful physique. The collision with a tombstone takes his breath away but another flying fist leaves him no chance to recoup. Somehow, Xehanort manages to skirt around the creature, finding his opening to strike with all he has. It doesn’t even stumble.

               An otherworldly cry splits the air as it turns to tower over him. With no other recourse, Xehanort bolts. Heavy, thrumming steps of pursuit flood his brain with terror, causing him to flee deeper into the city. In his way, people scream and scatter but still the crashing grows ever closer until he’s certain it’s right behind him.

               All goes quiet, giving cause to peer back. Racing boots slow to a stop. It’s gone.

               Then the shadow descends on him. His body seizes in fear and the monster’s full weight bears down on him. Caught in the angel’s clutches, Xehanort endures a thrashing worse than even the darkness that started this mess.

               One final swing sends the victim flying. Wooden planks of the dock crack, eager to pass Xehanort to the sea before they crumple under the force. Water hits like concrete, bouncing the man far from the shore before it swallows him up.

               Cool ocean water welcomes Xehanort into the dark, his resolve shaken. If that’s light’s power, taking to the dark really is the only option for the weak. Training never could’ve prepared him and even if it had, this was Eraqus. Putting down Baldr was hard enough, but Xehanort could have every chance and still be unsure he’d make that choice against his best friend.

               The light above wavers. A shadow reaches through his entombment to take hold of him. When the water breaks, clean air fills his lungs once again. Concentrated magic beneath his feet gains Xehanort purchase on the water’s surface and, when he’s able to hold his own weight, the grip relents.

               A man stands at his side—a stranger wearing a familiar black coat. Though that face remains unseen, there’s an air of expectancy about him.

               On ivory wings, the Sin Eater arrives. To his surprise, trails of light trace the demon’s face, dripping from those golden eyes. Though he may look different—though he may stand against Xehanort—this is still his best friend.

               Xehanort looks back to his savior. In solemn agreement, he nods.

               Another screech fills the air and the clash begins again. This time, Xehanort has the composure to remain calm. And the stranger—he’s strong. His fighting covers Xehanort’s every weakness and together they chip away at the angel.

               Narrowly missing Xehanort, another blow leaves him on the back foot. He braces for the follow up only for the attack to make contact with a barrier instead. Seething, the creature turns, knocking the surprised stranger back. Then it goes for the kill.

               Xehanort surges forward, his keyblade hooking the monster’s foot. It takes all his might, but he topples his foe. He offers a helping hand to his ally but it goes untaken. To his dismay, the stranger rushes past, intent on putting down the vulnerable creature.

               Xehanort reaches out. “Wait!”

               Without warning, light bursts from the beast. The ensuing explosion throws back the attackers and brings a new weight of power to the behemoth that, until then, had only used physical force.

               “How could you choose the darkness?” It speaks to Xehanort. Even as wings spread high in defiance, its head hangs low. “After all it did to us?”

               Xehanort’s shoulders slump. “I’m not choosing sides.”

               “LIAR! YOU LEFT ME!” A knurled fist meets the water’s surface. “I tried so hard to show you the right way, but I lost you too! I LOST EVERYTHING!”

               For Eraqus, continuing to be a keyblade wielder was meant to ease his own suffering. He sought light’s strength to protect the things he cared about, but in the end, it all slipped right through his fingers. And though Xehanort’s own heart bore witness to that truth, he chose to follow the fool’s lead and pretend all was fine.

               Xehanort is barely of the right mind to raise his weapon and stop that palm from taking his skull. Beneath his feet, the magic starts to give, but he holds his ground. Then those fingers curl around his weapon, ripping it free and leaving the defenseless wielder to be snatched into the air.

               “I’m sick of being a victim! I’m sick of losing people I care about!” Another shining tear drips from his face. “I’m sick of it!”

               There’s something wrong with Eraqus.

               And it’s gone on long enough.

               “I know! And I’m going to fix it!”

               The angel hesitates. Eyes slightly darker—slightly more Eraqus—peer up at him, filled with despair and conflict. It floods Xehanort with guilt that he didn’t act sooner.

               “No matter what it takes. I promise.”

               Acceptance sits weary on that face and the crushing grip loosens as it brings Xehanort lower.

               A black shadow flashes beside him, driving a hand right into the Sin Eater’s chest.

               “NO!”

               Blinding light pours across the fighters as the sound of pain shakes the air. Xehanort falls to the water’s surface as the demon writhes in agony. Before Xehanort can do anything, the stranger bars his path. He prepares for another fight, but first notices the change. Feathers float away on the ocean breeze. As sheer size begins to wither, color eeks across ivory skin. When the angel finally collapses, what’s left behind is wholly Eraqus.

               There’s no holding Xehanort back a second time as he pushes past to save his friend from the water. Like ink, the black bleeds through those wavy locks. The last of the liquid light oozes from the gash in his chest, giving way to the deep ruby it should be.

               Though Eraqus appears to have returned, there’s something different about him. It’s nearly undetectable, but it’s there: the darkness tainting his heart. Silver eyes slip back to the stranger. Without him, perhaps the last of his family would’ve been lost.

               “Thank you.”

               The figure shrugs, shoves his hands in his pockets, and strolls away.

               “Consider it a courtesy.”

               Memories of an old friend snare Xehanort’s heart. But that’s not possible. He must’ve imagined it.

               Pushing those thoughts aside, Xehanort lifts the unconscious man into his arms and hurries back to the city.

               Not a soul ever learned what happened to the beast that ran rampant through the city or where it came from. So Scala ad Caelum continued on with life, being a place where keyblade warriors learned the ways of light.

               Eraqus, too, remained the same, blindly devoted to the light. His foolish façade managed to survive the ordeal as well simply due to the coma that left him unaware of the terrible ordeal. Xehanort would keep it that way, if only to spare them both the burden of Eraqus’s grief.

               The one thing that did change, however, was the answer to Xehanort’s question.

               There’s something wrong with the world. The light held too much power. It warped the view of those it led and caused the darkness to lash out in fear. Balance was needed for a perfect world where peace was meaningful.

               And it was Xehanort’s purpose to fix it.

~~~~~

Nova’s Kingdom Hearts Masterlist

[novankenn]

Arc ladies (Harley mom Au) vs Cindere (Yandere Cinder). That's all I got.

Hmmm... this could be interesting.

/=/

Cinder Fall was obsessed. Ever since she arrived at Beacon for the Vytal festival and saw Jaune Arc she couldn't concentrate on anything. Her days were consumed with finding ways to bump into him. To get him alone, and to keep... them away from him.

Hearing that Jaune planned to ask Weiss to the dance set her off. Why was he so consumed by that white hair pillow princess when a REAL woman was so close to him? Why the Schnee over her?

Weiss: Cinder?

Cinder: Hello Weiss, can we have a... chat?

Weiss: (hissing at Cinder's burning touch.) About... ah...?

Cinder: Jaune.

Weiss: I don't...

Cinder: No you don't, BUT you will guide him to me! Understand Schnee?

Weiss: But...

Cinder: (snarling) There is no buts! Unless of course you think...

Weiss: Think? (trying to twist away from Cinder's grip) Think about what?

Cinder: Think... you're accident proof...

????: (singing)

Cinder: ...

Weiss: ...

Mama Arc (Harley Quinn) : Hello, ladies!

Cinder: (releases Weiss) Hello?

Weiss: Mrs Arc, how... how are you?

Mama Arc: I'm doing alright, hold on!

Harley tilts her head, and purses her lips as if either in deep thought or hearing an important conversation.

Mama Arc: So I should tie Weiss up with her hair and give her to Saphie for punishment, while taking out...

Weiss: ...

Mama Arc: (points at Cinder and makes a come closer gesture. ) What's your name sweetheart?

Cinder: Cinder. Cinder Fall.

Mama Arc: ... Cinder for a shopping trip? I could.

Cinder: (leans in to whisper to Weiss) Is this REALLY Jaune's mom?

Weiss: Ye... *ahem* yes.

Cinder: She seems a bit...

Mama Arc: Sorry ladies. Voices. They can be so intrusive at times. Anyway what were we discussing?

Cinder: Ah...

Weiss: Cinder was mentioning how she WANTS my help to get Jaune to ask her to the Vytal Dance!

Mama Arc: Is that so?

Weiss: Ye... yes?

Cinder: ...

Mama Arc: That's so sweet of you Princess! You just gained some points!

Weiss: Points? What points?

Mama Arc: Keep Utena away from me... points.

Weiss: I'll be going! Nice to see you again Mrs Arc! Cinder... good luck!

Cinder: Good... luck?

Mama Arc: Now. You're interested in my puddin' are you?

Cinder: Yes?

Mama Arc: Is he... interested in you?

Cinder: Yes!

Mama Arc: Don't lie to me sweetie.

Cinder: I'm not! We're meant to be together! We are!

Mama Arc: I see. I see.

Cinder: ...

Mama Arc: We have a little problem then don't we?

Cinder: Problem? What problem?

Mama Arc: Well, I know bad, when I see it, sweetie.

Cinder: See bad?

Mama Arc: I can, and sweetie you have bad written all over you, which begs the question...

Cinder: Question?

Mama Arc: Are you generally bad, or are you possessive keep my puddin' from his family bad? You look like the possessive bad, to me.

Cinder: I would never, hurt Jaune like that!

Mama Arc: Really? That's good to know. Good to know. You can ask my puddin' out to the dance, and I'll even give you an hint on how to make sure he says yes.

Cinder: HOW?!?

Mama Arc: Be direct. Ask him to go to the dance with you as your date. No subtle shit. Direct. understood?

Cinder: Yes.

Mama Arc: Oh and Cinder?

Cinder: Yes?

Mama Arc: Treat him right, because if you hurt him...

Cinder: (eyes going wide when the mallet appeared out of nowhere)

Mama Arc: Am I... understood?

Cinder: Yes. I understand completely.

Mama Arc: Good. Oh, meet me at the bullhead pads in two hours.

Cinder: Ah... why?

Mama Arc: 'Cause we're going shopping! You'll need the perfect dress for the dance if you're going with my puddin'!

[im-an-anthusiast]

Alone

I sit in my tower, all alone

Perhaps until I am dead and gone

Perhaps hopelessly, I yearn for more

Perhaps fruitlessly, I miss “before”

Digging myself out, from under it

Hill of bones, cadavers, rotting meat

Lifeless claws, on my deserving neck

Past pressure, still making my ribs crack

I sit atop my throne, still alone

Maybe my fate is set in stone

Maybe pointlessly, I plead for this

Maybe uselessly, I beg for bliss

I want not, for love, to fall on ear-

Deaf to love, unhearing of all dear

So, I turn at every single sound

So pathetically, I hunt and hound

I sit in my tower, though alone

Could I be dreaming up, my self lone?

Could I be standing, next to a prince?

Could I be, at last, the one who wins?

So selfish, even when not giving

And still giving less, than receiving

Harder to breathe, than describe my muse

My heart beating, with the ink I use

I rest upon my bed, not alone

Now sure, I do not stand, on my own

Now sure, I will not settle for less

Now sure, I want only my princess

My eyes are blind, so in you I must

Put all of my, oh, so fragile trust

In your ceaseless warmth, I melt, not slow

You, darling, are sunshine; I, but snow

I sit in our clocktower, with you

I love to stand, hand in hand, as two

Sap overflows, spills from tongue and eye

Need you to know, so I repeat: I...

Love you, I love you, my darling, I

I love you so, till the day I die

LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO @saphi-everything

[saph-y]

✨🌿🌙 Hi ! I’m Saphy and this is my art blog, welcome ! ✨🌿🌙

I draw mainly original characters & ocasionnaly fanarts.

Current main interests : Original story/rp Nomades with @/selkys (about a found family of post-apo travellers) & Pokemon

Support : 🌱 Patreon -  ☕ Ko-Fi

I sometimes offer commissions via Patreon !

🍃Other blogs :

- @saphyreblog (reblogs, fandoms and aesthetics. I scream a lot in the tags.)

- @munku-strap-on (Cats the musical blog, ran in duo with @/princess-triton)

- @lexiluxray​ (Pokemon blog, OCs and canon characters focused)

[gaia-channel]

Saphi: Forget falling asleep like an old age Galarian child, I once visited the League and Travis was asleep like a dishevelled movie princess.

[aaronssohn-blog]

Adaptation personnelle d’Yvanna, la femme chevalier présente dans les tréfonds du blog de Princesse Saphi, qui depuis plusieurs mois partage sa passion dévorante pour Homestuck (allez voir son travail, il est cool!) (copiiiiiiiiiiiine <3 ). L’occasion de me remettre à la peinture numérique!

[songwings]

(Shard) it is the crack of dawn, and y’all get my rambles about my ideas of delphiswap au. pull up a seat, get ready.

ahem

The Coffee Pirates and the Chaandesh Princesses

Two groups of five people. The perfect recipe for disaster, am I right?

Captain Lucas = Hala

Nina = Candra

Penny = Purnima

Francisco = Amaris

Lou = Badriyah

Also, for extra fun, because the relationship with the Chaandesh Princesses and their mother the Queen is just too complicated and personal to them, and Lucas pretty obviously isn’t related to her or any of the royalty we’re familiar with...

Ruby is now the Queen of Chaandesh!

So wait, what’s the deal?? How can you even substitute that many people for each other, you ask? Here’s a quick summary of how their roles in the story have changed:

Lucas is the Chaandesh Prince who ran away from his home, being too optimistic about wanting to end the war, and got killed somewhere on the border. His friends of nobility, Nina, Penny, Francisco, and Lou are understandably distraught and grieving their lost friend. (Also, they’re all witches now!)

Meanwhile, Hala is no longer dead, and is a badass pirate princess who leads all of her sisters together in a super cool band of pirates. As a result of, y’know, being away from their overbearing mother, and also Hala not being dead, all of them are very happy being coffee pirates. Hala’s search for the mermaids stems from her encounter with one having saved her life once, and she wants to repay them for the favor.

(Somewhere in Langtree, a grumpy old lady sits in her recliner, thinking to herself, if she'd been a better mother, her daughters wouldn't be pirates...)

Ruby is still a sour, grumpy old lady, and about as terrible as the original Queen in not wanting to end the war with Rulle. She’s a bit kinder to Lucas on account of him being her only successor.

There’s a whole headcanon in the Wandersong fandom about how Ruby and Grandma Saphy are related, too, right? Yep, in this AU, they’re sisters! And that means...

The Queen of Chaandesh is Miriam’s grandaunt. And Lucas is sort of an uncle to her now.

Miriam gets two dead relatives in this AU, unfortunately!

Image description: Sketches. On the left is Miriam in a suit, thinking, “The freaking QUEEN of Chaandesh is my GRANDAUNT????”. On the right, she’s crying, hugging herself, as a ghost Grandma Saphy looks on sadly, and ghost Prince Lucas is whispering, “Aw, don’t cry, my niece...”

[yuriperhaps]

wip introduction - 𝒟𝒾𝓏𝓏𝓎 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 

genres. fantasy, romance, comedy of errors.

pov. third person. present tense.

synopsis. 

a fairy godmother and wicked witch must set aside their animosity and work together when their spells counteract and cause the two to become stranded in the present day. the rivals must now pose as newlyweds and try to keep their abilities hidden from the outside world as they find a way back home.

meanwhile, a princess, a pirate, and a seriously confused prince struggle to move their story along in the absence of the meddling magic-wielders. 

features. main characters of color, lgbt characters, f/f romance, enemies-to-lovers, magic, trust, pirates and princesses, fake dating, breaking the fourth wall, free will vs pre-destination, fantasy adventures, good versus evil, leaps of faith, taking control of the narrative, heaps of mischief. 

cast.

valentina - the fairy godmother.  lucy - the (so-called) wicked witch. stella - the princess. saphi - the pirate. lorenzo - the prince. 

( character intros to be linked here once added) 

taglist: (ask to be added!) @hysteriaheights 

[neycrisbale]

No Hiding Now *LeBron James Imagine *

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~4 Years Ago

Pacing back and forth it seemed like time was moving at this unreal pace. That everything didn’t seem to actually be happening right now, sometimes people don’t realize that during situations time really does seem to play almost like a trick on your mind. And for those few moments where time is doing that becomes the worst moments of your life.

Amongst the silence that was happening it seemed like even when the phone rang signaling that the time had finished, seemed distant. Like it wasn’t of this time frame of life; like a portal had opened up just to allow the distant noise and then close.

We looked at each other then back at the floor. Keilia and I as I’d sat on the edge of the tub and her by the door staring at the object almost as if attempting to burn a hole into it. “Are you going to look” She spoke

I looked up from the floor, as a breath escaped my chapped lips. Taking steps towards the counter through my perception it made the walk longer like there was an extra hallway or flooring towards an object that was literally steps away.

Once I finally reached the counter (although it seemed like forever), I took a deep breath before opening my eyes and looking down. As I looked down no words came to my mind, no words escaped my mouth and everything felt panicky.

~

Sitting down my legs shook like a volcano about to erupt, my lips felt as dry as the air right before something major happens. “Hey Babygirl sorry to keep you waiting” His voice boomed as he entered the house, and this only made my heart rate pick up at just the thought of what I was going to do.

“Baby, you okay?”

I looked up at him, “Sit down LeBron” I said moving over

He watched me up and down looking to see if there was anything physically wrong that he could pick up from my appearance or the atmosphere. “What’s wrong?” He asked

Sighing I looked at him, for the past 3 years we’ve been together I’ve always seen his worried face it was split between concerns about myself, his family and basketball. I smiled a bit as I looked at him, “Baby, are you on your period why did your mood just change like that?” He asked placing his hand on my face

“Bron, I think we need to stop this” I said as the tears threatened to spill.

His eyebrows furrowed, “What?” He asked

I sighed, “I can’t do this anymore Bron, I don’t want to be a secret anymore. I’ve found someone, someone who won’t hide me” I lied

“Are you serious right now Y/N, I love you. We have something special-you said you didn’t care about that”

“LeBron please, I don't-”

“Nah! You know what fine go and do you”

That was the last thing he’d said to me before I watched his tall figure walk and disappear from my view. 

~Present

“Saphie, can you please stop running around you’re going to run. into someone” I called out to the bouncing 4 year old

She looked back at me and smile, “I am sorry Mama” 

Bending down I lifted up her grey fitted cap to fix her shiny curls underneath, taking in her features she really was a perfect mixture between the two of us. Her beautiful melanated skin that resembled her fathers, and her forever grand smile that lit up everything in my existence. 

“Mamá que pasó?” She asked staring into me (A/N:Mommy what’s wrong?)

I looked at her smiling, “Y/N” Someone called out

The smile from my face slowly faded as I recognized the voice from behind me, and just like that time 4 years ago, it had felt like the time had slowed. Shaking myself from the shakiness of this timeframe I placed the cap back on Saphire’s head putting her behind me as I stood and stared at him. 

I could feel as Saphire poked her head around to watch him up and down, “Mamá quien es el?” (A/N: Mommy who is he?)

He looked down at her as well, and there was something on his face that I couldn’t read. “Who’s this Princess?” He asks still looking down at her

Moving her more behind me, she squeezed my hand and I let out a sigh. “My daughter” I said 

Cutting towards my direction he raised an eyebrow, “Your daughter? How old?” He questioned 

“Why is this important, don’t you have things to do?” I asked rudely 

From the look on his face it seemed as if he’d already had the answers he needed even, by me not saying much. His gaze was still on Saphire as she furrowed her eyebrows, and made a facial expression that was similar to his when he tried to figure out things. 

LeBron chuckled, “I’ll see you guys around” He said before turning and leaving. 

~

“Mamá someones at the door” Saphire said as she ran into the room

I looked at her, “You didn’t open it did you?” I questioned giving her a serious look. Quickly shaking her head she crossed her arms, “Tití Keilia said to come get you” She said 

Pulling on a hoodie I took her hand and the two of us walked back towards the living room area, Keilia wasn’t in sight meaning that she’d probably went into her room. As I neared the door Saphire stayed by the couch, opening it I spoke, “Hel-”

My voice stopped working as my eyes worked to take in the sight before me. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked 

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me” He asked

Not turning fully to face Saphire I spoke to her, “Bebé ir pa la cuarto con Tití” 

Saphire nodded her head going to the room, I didn’t let him in until I heard the door shut. “Why are you here LeBron” 

“She’s my daughter isn’t she” He questioned staring down from his 6′8 frame to my 5′8. I didn’t answer him as he continued to speak, “Why didn’t you tell me anything? What happened to the other guy, is he alright raising another mans daughter? Did he not have questions about me? Does she not have any? How could you-”

He kept spit-firing his questions, one after the other and it was beginning to feel like they were never going to stop. “LeBron” I called stopping his question rant. 

“Would you have let me keep her if I told you?” I asked looking up at him

LeBron didn’t seem to have an answer as he continued to look down at me. “She’s my daughter, I raised her with my family. And no she doesn’t ask about you she’s got me and that’s all she wants. You were so happy with being secretive, with hiding me and being with your family in the light where was my happiness supposed to come in?” 

“I was an object to you, but you gave me a gift I will never take for granted. Why? Because to that little girl in the room, I’m her everything. Would you even have time for her?You have three other kids, three other futures to look forward to” 

He let out a sigh, looking down at his hands. “Can I at least try? “

“Are you going to keep her a secret too?If that’s the case, don’t bother LeBron. Go on and live with your family because she’s got hers and she's okay with what she has” 

“Mamá” 

Both of our heads turned in her direction, a smile coming to my face. “Qué bebé?”I asked bending down to her height as she walked to my direction and eventually into my hands

“Tití is going to sleep” She said pouting

I chuckled, and she looked up at LeBron. “It’s the man from earlier” She said pointing

“Muñeca it’s not nice to point” I said

“Sorry Mama” 

A smile had etched itself on LeBron’s face, “I’ll be right back” He said

I turned to look at him confused as he jogged down the driveway and came back. When I looked behind him, he’d had his two sons and daughter next to him by the time they reached the door again. 

I raised an eyebrow, “They wanted to meet her” He said shrugging

The boys and Zhuri looked at Saphire smiles on their faces. “She’s really cute, Daddy” Zhuri said smiling 

“What’s her name”

[lorablackmane]

Bard Headcanons Part 2

I had way too much time on my hands and ended up with more headcanons about Wandersong. Hope you enjoy!

·         They love telling stories to people; they’re quite the chatterbox. Once someone gets them started they won’t stop until they’re either finished or forced to stop.

·         Kiwi hates holding anything that could be considered a weapon; this includes things like steak knives, rolling pins, and very large metal utensils to Miriam’s exasperation.

·         Kiwi loves flowers and occasionally dabbles in bouquet making and in gardening with Grandma Saphy and Miriam. They find the bouquet making calming and the gardening is a fun challenge; but they often have an issue dealing with the bugs because they don’t want to hurt them (if Miriam didn’t help their vegetable portion of the garden would have been overtaken by bugs a long time ago).

·         When they get sick they try to hide that they’re sick until they can no longer function and pass out. Miriam has learned what the signs of Kiwi getting sick are and forces them to rest once she notices one.

·         When there’s an issue with an animal, like if they’re causing trouble, Kiwi is sometimes called to help deal with it. They’re basically a Disney Princess when it comes to animals so if the issue isn’t a medical one they can usually help.

·         Kiwi tries to learn other musical magic spells. It doesn’t go well.

·         Kiwi used to love singing in the rain, the people of Langtree could hear them from their homes as they waited for the storm to pass. Now, they can’t even find them after small storms. Usually they go and visit Miriam during terrible thunderstorms. If they can’t reach her house though they hide in their own.

·         There are days where the nerves in their side burn with a thousand volts. There are days where their body aches from old kicks, when their bones ache from the times they landed awkwardly or from great heights. They don’t sing very much on those days; though it’s not from lack of trying, they’ve never been one to share their pain or their sadness after all and not singing would worry people! They just pretend that their throat hurts, everyone’s throat hurts occasionally after all, especially when you sing as much as they do.

·         Kiwi tries to connect with the Baron, but it’s hard to connect with someone you barely know. That doesn’t mean Kiwi’s upset with him! No, Kiwi could never hold a grudge against someone! ...They just don’t know how to approach him, their dad who’s never been around before now.

·         (based on Kiwi’s and Miriam’s optional final act dialogue) Sometimes Miriam will disappear after she and Kiwi spend a long period of time together. Kiwi doesn’t worry; they know she’s still adjusting to having a friend.

·         (Also based on Kiwi’s and Miriam’s optional final act dialogue) Sometimes Miriam and Kiwi will have sleepovers and discuss the things they don’t like talking about around others. For Kiwi that’s some of their negative feelings (they don’t talk about many, usually 2 or 3, but if they still seem upset Miriam will sometimes push them to talk about whatever bigger issue is plaguing them) and for Miriam it’s just her general feelings.

·         (bonus Overseer headcanon) The places that we find them in game were originally places they hung out at when they interacted with people. That’s why the barrier is thin in those places and why people throw festivals there.

[sourpatchlegacy]

Remembrance Day

Saphy: Adley, I love the new wall color

Adley: Oh, good deal I hoped you would. Me and Fuifui want to make the house more styled for you, Bloomer and little baby to be. 

Saphy: That is so sweet of you, I’m not sure how long we will be staying

Adley: Well you are welcome to reside here as long as you need.

Bloomer:  I need to light a candle for Grandma Princess and Gpa Corill

Adley: Oh and don’t forget about your Great Granny Glace, Bloomer. 

[lucasseliott]

Hii ! :) 1. have you ever been in love? 15. what does the perfect kiss feel like? 33. what scares you the most? 40. when was the last time you cried? 49. what colour are your eyes? Thanks ! ;)

Hi hi hi!!!

1. have you ever been in love?

Erm, not really, I’m a fully functioning asexual so like I haven’t been in love love with a person but I love my friends a lot (such as @saphy-supernova) so that counts right? 😍

15. what does the perfect kiss feel like?

Lol see the question above I have no idea, but I guess every kiss is kinda soft and wet so that? 😂 Really not my forte.

33. what scares you the most?

Change and things ending, also like various bugs and such 🦗🐜🐛🕷️🦠🦂🦟

40. when was the last time you cried?

I feel like I’m an emotionless asshole omg but I hardly ever cry, at anything, not even sad movies 😅, the last time I remember crying was when I finished reading The Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare, specifically the epilogue, a mix of happy and sad tears

49. what colour are your eyes? 

👀 Hazel 👀

Thanks for asking!

send me some: cute and unique asks

[iam-his-beloved]

I am a sap! So this is the happy Princess Saphie enjoying our walk!

[iam-his-beloved]

Saphie=princess Sapphire Wiggle Butt

"This is my cat Missy. It's short for Missile Launcher."

[pyroprincessaxandrela]

Writing Snippet

Begining of Reckless (Book 2)

POV: Axandrela

With a groan I lifted my head from its position bent over the books and papers covering my desk and rolled my shoulders back causing them to crack loudly. Rubbing at my neck with a heated hand I glanced out the window, sighing as I noticed the moon's position in the sky. I turned to Zailie's side of the room in hopes that she had slipped into the room without my notice, but as expected she wasn't there. I searched for her in my mind pleading that she was still awake and I could simply tell her to come to bed, that for once I could have an excuse not to make sure that every one in our tower was asleep, but no such fortune was granted me. I set my quill down and put the stopper in the ink jar as I rose from my chair, a adjusting my robe to cover my nightgown better. Stepping out of my room and into the hall, a small ball of flame in my hand, I noticed light coming from Lyne and Lorie's door. The younger of the two girls was still awake, Lyne having fallen asleep reading. I pried the book out of Lorie's exausted fingers, bookmarking it as she glared at me, and kissed her forehead before blowing out the candle by her bed and crossing to Lyne's side of the room and repeating the process with the sleeping twelve year old. Once their room was dark and they were asleep I headed down the stairs and was greeted by a nearly identical sight, light shone from under the door to the room Jed was staying in as well as faintly through the open door to my brothers' room. Jed was still awake, sitting at his desk struggling to keep his eyes open as he wrote and sketched furiously, I placed my hand on my younger cousin's arm, halting his rapid movements as he looked up at me with heavy eyes. He sighed and nodded slightly at me as he dropped his quill to the desk top and I plugged his ink bottle. I led the exausted boy across the room to his bed and tucked him in, doing the same to my cousin as I had to my little sisters, extinguishing all the lamps and candles in his room before moving on to my brothers' room. Unlike the two ten year olds, my seven and four year old brothers were asleep, the candles at their besides simply left burning. I gave them each a kiss and straightened their blankets as I extinguished the candles and headed down the final set of stairs in the tower.

This final level was dark, the sound of Daddy's snoring filtering through the closed door to his and Mama's room. I winced as a whimper came from the nursery before Saphori began to cry softly. Knowing her cries werent yet loud enough to wake our parents I silently opened the nursery door and slipped into her room, rushing over to the crib. Saphi was still asleep yet her arms and legs thrashed under her blankets. I reached a warmed hand into her crib and ran it gently up and down her back as her cries subsided to whimpers and she opened her eyes. Her eyes were glased over in panic as she rolled onto her back and looked at me, tears still clouding her eyes. I lifted her from the crib and cradled her against my chest "Shhh... It's alright baby, Xan's got you." I continued running my fingertips along her back as her whimpers ceased and she began to doze, her head resting on my shoulder. I moved to lay her back down but she clung to me tighter. "My princess, you have to let go. I need to go get Zai and go to my bed."

My youngest sister simply shook her head and spoke a single word, muffled by her blanket that she was chewing the corner of- the white blanket we found her in, now fixed up and befitting the princess that she is- "Song." I conceded to her request and began to sing our song, her breathing evening out as she fell asleep before the first verse was even done. Kissing her head I layer her down covering her with her blankets and tucking her two dolls and bear next to her, her arms instinctively wrapping around them in her sleep.

Carefully as possible I left her room and made my way out of our tower. My mind was hardly functional as I walked to the playroom, up the stairs to the library and finaly to Zailie's favorite corner where she was asleep half laying, half sitting on the floor, her book on her chest and her back pressed into the pillows that furnished this little reading nook under the stairs. Crouching down I shook her arm waking her gently. "Come on baby, time to go to bed." she shook my hand off her arm and rolled onto her side.

"Too sleepy. Not moving." I smiled slightly at my typically sarcastic and eloquent sister mumbling such blunt and simple sentences.

"No, you are coming to our room amd going to bed. Otherwise everything will hurt in the morning." she groaned and reached for my arm and I pulled her to her feet. I led her down the stairs of the center tower, through the hallways and up the dual staircases to our room where she collapsed into her bed. My eyelids felt like lead as I struggled to walk the remaining few feet to my side of the room, before I too collapsed into the heap of blankets and pillows that was my bed.

[writingfromkitchenator]

Queen of the Crossroads

Masterlist

Chapter 6:  Apocalypse

The air was thick, Saphriel could feel the tension from Heaven as the angels waited with baited breath, this beyond anything what any of them had witnessed before.

This would change things and none of them knew if it was for better or for worse.

Saphriel hadn't been impressed when Dean had told her of his and Sam's plan to get Lucifer back into the cage.  In fact, she'd been so against it that she'd argued with the boys for hours over it before Sarah convinced her otherwise.

"It's the only way that this is going to happen."  Sarah had said suddenly, drawing Saphriel's attention momentarily inward.

Sarah was sitting on a chair behind Bobby's desk, flicking through the pages of a book, looking much too calm about the situation.

"And you don't care that this will be Sam throwing himself down there too?"  She asked hotly.

Sarah doesn't look up.  "Of course I care.  I also know that sacrifice is necessary.  If Sam is willing to do it, then let him do it.  You're hardly providing a better solution."

Saphriel's eyes narrow on her.  "Wow, you really have finally gone full demon haven't you?"

She looks up this time, eyebrow raised through a completely indifferent gaze.  "What did you expect?  I was tortured by Lucifer, then made to torture others, and now I'm possessed by an angel.  If you think that deserves any other reaction..."

Saphriel huffs and vanishes, leaving Sarah with a triumphant smirk.  She waits a moment, watching Saphriel finally agree to Sam and Dean's plan before she gets up and opens up the bookshelf again, disappearing through.

Both Sarah and Saphriel had known that the plan wouldn't work, so now they were both forced to wait as the air seemed to grow heavier and heavier.

"Nervous?"  Sarah's voice came at the back of her mind.

"If you were wise, you'd stay down."  Saphriel said coldly.

"And miss all the fun?"

"How could you call this-"

"What?  Watching you anguish over a decision that you've already made?  Watch Lucifer and Michael kill each other?  Getting to see the apocalypse up close and personal without being in harm’s way?  What part of that doesn't sound fun?"

Saphriel scowls as Sarah laughs.

"You brought me along for the ride Saphie, I suggest you just accept it now.  It'll make what's coming a lot easier."

"You have no idea what's coming."

"I can hazard a few guesses."

"Shut up already.  We're almost at that time."

Sarah disappears with a chuckle and Saphriel can't ignore the bad feeling that rises in her chest, making her wonder what Sarah was trying to do and for the first time questioning whether or not she could have something planned.

Feeling the call, Saphriel disappears with a small movement, appearing before Lucifer and Michael.

"Nice of you to join us Saphriel."  Lucifer said with a grin, Saphriel slightly unsettled by seeing Sam like this.

"It's not because I want to, trust me."  She said and moved away slightly to sit atop a gravestone.  "But someone was insistent."

"Oh please, you've just been waiting for this."  Michael said coldly and Saphriel shrugs a little.

"Maybe, I guess you'll just have to wait to find out."  Saphriel smiles a little between them.  "That's what I'm meant to do right?  Just sit and wait?"

Lucifer's smile widens.  "Or you could just pick a side now, get this over and done with nice and quickly.  I mean, we both know whose side you're going to pick sister."

"You truly are delusional if you think she will pick you."  Michael said coldly to Lucifer, who just raises an eyebrow.  "Saphriel has always been on humanities side, which in this case, is my side."

"Yes, but if I remember, she ran away because of your constant prattling."  Lucifer said, his amusement clear.  "Not to mention, you tried to kill her the other day."

"Well, I cannot say there will be no punishment after this."  Michael looked at Saphriel.  "Which she very well knows."

"Oh, that's really winning her over Michael."  Lucifer chuckles.  "Nothing like a bit of punishment to convince someone to join your side."

"Like you would offer any better."  Michael snarled.  "You are simply going to destroy this world."

Saphriel rolls her eyes as the two continue to argue.  "Boys please, don't you think this is part of the reason I ran in the first place?"  When they glare at her, she smiles.  "The back and forth does get tiring."

"Like you are any better."  Michael growls.  "If you didn't talk so much we probably wouldn't have half the amount of arguments we do."

"Yeah, because I encourage it so much."  Saphriel chuckles.  "Or did you guys forget that you taught me everything?"

Lucifer snorts in amusement.  "Oh, I could never forget, not when you used it against Michael so well."

Saphriel beams and Michael suddenly look in disbelief between the two.

"You planned this?"  He hissed.  "All of this?"

"Oh, don't give us too much credit."  Lucifer said, causing another chuckle from Saphriel.  "We couldn't possibly have planned that your true vessel would say no."

A blade appeared in Saphriel's hand, which she watched as she turned it in her hand.  "We don't have to do this Michael."

"Oh I think we do, you two think-” He was cut off by the sound of an engine and all three angels looked up to see the Impala rolling towards them.

Saphriel gives an affectionate smile.  "Well, he's certainly got more balls that what I gave him credit for."

Dean pulls to a stop and steps out, eyeing the three of them.  "Oh don't mind me, I'd hate to interrupt."

"You have no right to be here Winchester."  Michael snarled.  "I gave you your chance."

"Bullshit I don't, those are my brothers and sister your arseholes are inhabiting."  Dean said coldly.  "If I can get them out of this, I will."

"Aren't you just precious?"  Saphriel asked.  "Thinking you can stand against three archangels like it was any other threat."

"Think what you want sweetheart," Dean said grimly.  "But I don't give up without a fight.  Call it a Winchester trait."

"I wouldn't say that."  Lucifer grins.  "Little Sammy gave in quick, as did Princess there.  You're the only one left fighting."

That was when Saphriel cursed, the hand holding the blade starting to shake violently, completely out of her control.

Dean smirks.  "Oh, I wouldn't say that."

Both Lucifer and Michael went to take step towards Saphriel, when there was flutter of wings, Castiel appearing with Bobby by his side.

"Hey assbutt!"  Castiel called before pelting a flaming bottle at Michael, which exploded.  Michael screaming as he became alight, before he vanished quickly.

"I'm never alone."  Dean growled, eyeing off Lucifer whose face was contorting in fury.

"Bloody bitch!"  Saphriel spat, the blade dropping from her hand.  "Its not-” Her voice became strangled, and blood started to drip from her mouth.

"I told you not to underestimate Sarah."  Dean snarled proudly.  "There's no way she would let you arseholes get away with this."

There was sudden shower of blood, Lucifer having snapped his fingers, Castiel exploding on the spot, Dean's face turning pale.

"You dare try and interfere with things you don't understand."  Lucifer growled.  "I will see to it that Sam gets to watch you all suffer."

"Oh, I don't think so Lucy."  All heads turned, Sarah watching them with a wide grin through black eyes.  "You seriously can't have thought it would be that easy."

She groaned, Saphriel still clearly fighting within her.

Lucifer's glares at her.  "How dare you Princess, after everything I did for you."

A low growl leaves Sarah.  "Did for me?  You didn't do anything for me, it was all for her, and there is no way I could let you get away with it."

"You need to remember who has the power here Princess."  He steps forward, getting closer to her, but Sarah laughs.

"You think you really got me?"  Her voice was strained, a sweat breaking out over her forehead.  "Did you really think I was going to let you win that easily?  Two damned archangels that think they can just have a right to everything they want."

"I broke you, it's not possible."  Lucifer growled.  "You can't just-"

Michael appeared behind her then, blade in hand, but Sarah was very aware of what was happening.  There was brilliant flash and light exploded from Sarah in a furious scream as Saphriel was ejected from her body.

Sarah gasps for air through a wide grin as she stares between the two other frozen archangels. "Oh no, I'm not done with her yet Michael, I can hardly let you have that fun.  I'm not going to make it that easy."

"Demon bitch!"  Both Michael and Lucifer spat, both rushing her.

In that moment, Sarah's gaze caught Dean's, who was watching, stunned, before she winks, and with a small resounding pop, vanishes before anyone can stop her.