#radiant sunsets au

[jackalope-with-a-pen]

Keys To The Press And Keys To The Door

When he had accepted this new position as editor, he knew it would mean more work and more stress in addition to the meager increase in his salary. However, he has to admit he hadn’t anticipated this much extra work. Or extra stress. It’s fine, though—he can handle it, even if he’s suddenly short a reporter. He is handling it! He’s learning and adjusting. He’ll prove himself to his boss and his coworkers, show them that his age doesn’t matter. Because it doesn’t. He may only be twenty-two years old, but he will be just as capable an editor as the man he replaced. That being said, this job would be a little easier to bear if he had something to look forward to when the work was finally done, something to lift his spirits at the end of a long day. OR As the newly promoted editor of the Sun, Benjamin Park is stressed and lonely, but he might have the perfect solution to both his problems. (This is part one of my Benjamin Comes Along + Radiant Sunsets AU!)

[starspunt]

. . . 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝟓:𝟓𝟑 𝐏𝐌

── SCARAMOUCHE + gn!reader

synopsis: there was nothing like watching the sunset with the love of your life, but scaramouche found what comes after it to be more beautiful.

warnings: fluff, established relationship, watching the sunset/blue hour, modern!au, takes place in october/fall, blue hour references, insecurities/fear + realizations, kind of a new relationship, a few kisses (wc. 577)

note: this is a repost from my old blog.

scaramouche didn’t exactly understand why you wanted to watch the sunset. he knew it was wildly romanticized, which he supposed could be why, but the idea itself made him insanely nervous. and now he sat on the hood of his beat-up car watching the sinking sun, all based on a whim of yours. he stared at your side profile, only watching and never saying anything. 

there was something so precious, seeing you gaze at the setting sky with such an adoring look in your eye. you were bathed in fading oranges and purples, illuminated by the streetlights. the soft, crackling rnb coming from his speakers made him want to wince in embarrassment, but he found himself unwilling to look away from you once the sun dipped beyond the horizon.

slowly, like the breeze through his hair, your skin lit up with a tranquil azure. it was 5:53 pm, and blue hour finally struck. shrouded in shadowed autumn, you glowed like a star meant to guide him on his way home. you turned to look at him, smile radiant as you beamed at him. scaramouche felt his breath falter in his chest, his heart begging him to keep up. 

the same look in your eyes you held while gazing at the sky was now directed at him, and he found it unnervingly shocking. and although he shouldn’t, he would always find your hold on him surprising. he felt himself melt more and more the longer those sparkling pools of affection glinted warmly at him. 

as you saw him visibly begin to fluster, you only wished he would realize that you looked at him the same way he looked at you. you ignored his startled hum when you took his clammy hand into yours, wishing only to freeze this moment and stay here with him. it was like a rush of magic, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his blood at your touch.

his eyes, wide and curious and love-struck, locked onto your linked hands. gulping down his fears, he brought your hand enclosed in his, up to his lips. when he pulled away, he cast a shy glance at you. you gave him a soft smile in return, one so plush it felt like the silken threads of midnight when you pressed your own lips to his cheek. 

he let a smile of his own rise to his face, no matter how small it might’ve been. he always felt so strong, so brave, in your presence. like no matter what happened, you would always be there, allowing him the strength to take on the world. letting a quiet sigh escape his lungs, scaramouche let the tension in his shoulders loosen as his grip on your hand became firmer. 

yes, you were at his side, always a step in front of him, guiding him forward. with you in his life, he could do almost anything. with that in mind, he gently pulled you closer, grinning a little bit bigger when your pretty eyes stared at him in surprise. hesitantly, he pressed his lips to yours, cherishing the feeling of your own pressing back. 

pulling away, he gently knocked his forehead into yours. in that moment, when your laugh mixed with his and echoed throughout the steadily approaching night, scaramouche knew that he’d be okay. he’d make it through anything and everything, from this moment on. as long as he’d have blue hour. as long as he had you.

starspunt 2024. do not rewrite, repost, modify, or translate.

[risingsoleil]

We already know how AU Tenzin reacts when he sees Lin in the acolyte robes BUT how does TLOK Tenzin will react if his Lin ended up somehow wearing the acolyte robes! (Pema will get insecure with this i feel that in my heart)

For some reason, LIn's home is destroyed and Tenzin immediately takes Lin in.

She's resisted, but Tenzin's insisted.

After all, they're lifelong friends and his family deeply respects Lin for her sacrifice when Amon chased after them.

Since Tenzin just took her in without thinking, Lin has nothing on her. No clothes, no toiletries, etc. Tenzin says they can provide her with anything she needs, until she goes back into town to buy stuff.

He's in the kitchen, getting a glass of water. It feels so different, yet nice to have Lin on the island. The children are always excited to spend time with her, even if Lin is still a bit uncomfortable with kids. Plus, all the other times Lin has been on the island, she hasn't slept there. Simply visited.

But for an indefnite period of time, Lin will be living with them.

Memories of their youth and lives together flash across his mind. All the times they'd sneak off to make out, sparring, watching sunsets and sunrises (with Lin sleepily sitting next to him). It felt like lifetimes ago, but also as if those days were yesterday.

The door slides open and he notices it's acolyte robes.

"Ah, if you're lost, then the dormitories are...."

His mouth dries and all the words are knocked out of his lungs. The cup almost drops from his hand and breaks on the wooden floor.

There stood Lin. In acolyte robes.

A different wave of memories washed over him, which left his body rapidly heated and blood spiralling in a specific direction.

The last he saw Lin in acolyte robes was decades ago. perhaps when they were in their early 20s. Spirits, the only thing he can remember was that they had passionate nonstop sex anytime she wore it.

he swallowed and walked behind the counter to hide his trousers.

It seems his body remembers very vividly also.

Lin's hair is damp, the wavy curls mostly straight. She raised a brow at his speechless expression.

"What? I look that bad?"

He shook his head. "No, not at all." Tenzin cleared his throat. "You, you look absolutely radiant."

Lin made a face. "I look like I haven't slept for two weeks. Be real, Tenzin."

"I'm serious. You look..." Stunning. Beautiful. Ravishing. Seductive. Divine. The most beautiful woman in the world. Glamorous. "Great."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Red is not my color."

"I always thought so. Especially Air Nation red."

In that moment, a familiar inkling rears its head in Lin. She stiffens and averts her eyes to the ground. "Look, I'm just here for a glass of water. Then I'm going to bed."

Tenzin grabs the pitcher and retrieves a glass. "Allow me."

Lin remains in her spot as the water fills halfway to the brim. Only when Tenzin is done does she approach the counter. Just as she's about to grab it, Tenzin pushes it gently toward her and their hands brush together.

A surge of electricity runs up their veins, demanding that they don't separate. Lin feels her heartbeat escalate. Tenzin feels his face turn red. Not wishing to make things awkward, Lin pulls away with the glass in hand.

Regret and disappointment spins in their heads at the loss of touch. This shouldn't be happening. He's married and they're no longer partners.

"Thanks," Lin coughs, turning on her heels to walk away. "Well, good night. I'll see you in the morning."

"Wait."

To his relief, Lin stops and turns.

Tenzin sucks in a breath. "Let me dry your hair."

"No need."

"Really. It'll be quick."

"You don't have to, Tenzin. It'll dry on its own."

"But the evenings are getting colder. I don't want you getting sick."

Lin crosses her arms and sighs. "Fine. Hurry up."

He walks over to her until he's within her personal space. The simple fragrance of herbal soap fills his senses. Noticing that her robe is partially covering her chest, if he stepped even closer and looked down, he probably would catch a glimpse of her cleavage and get lost in them. As he has many times in the past.

Tenzin waves his hand in small circular motions and gentle spirals of wind surround Lin's hair. Within a minute, straight damp hair has become soft, fluffy loose curls.

This was such a simple luxury that he had decades ago. And now he felt himself yearning to do it over and over again. Day after day. A task he would never grow tired of. How could he have forgotten how simple, yet loving this was?

He smiles at her. "There. Was that so hard?"

Lin pushes the strands of hair behind her ear. "You didn't have to stand so close," she says softly.

"I just--"

"Thanks, Tenz. Good night. Sleep well, okay?" She smiles weakly and walks away before he can say anything else.

As the door closes again, leaving the airbender alone, he finds himself with a pain in his heart.

"Good night, Lin."

[everwitch-magiks]

OKAY EVIE. The epic rivalry between a flashy spellcaster and the person who has to complete all the restoration paperwork after the quest is complete. xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

Why, hello MJ! Wow, time flies. How about we don't think too hard about how it’s been five or so months since I reblogged this ask game and you sent me this ask.

There is something of a reason why this took me an amount of time: so I decided to make this one more fun by fleshing it out into a little story and also telling it in reverse order. The latter turned out a little challenging. But without further yapping, here it is. Five fun facts from (... more like parts of) a spellcaster/spell restorator (that's a word, right?) AU, told from ending to beginning. Enjoy! ♡

5. Except the very next day, Alex receives a handwritten letter sealed with wax. The seal is the Fox family's. The penmanship is delicate and measured, nothing like the radiant man Alex knows is behind it.

The letter contains both an apology and an invitation. Henry is asking Alex to meet him on the summit of the mountain.

(Alex does.)

4. It goes on like that for months. Henry keeps stopping by, keeps lingering, keeps laughing at Alex's jokes - even when they're mediocre. There's something there. Something beneath the surface. Something that's slowly blossomed this whole time.

One morning, Henry comes early. Before one of his quests. He wants to know if he may visit Alex late that evening, after his return. 'The sunset will be pretty at that time of day. Perhaps we could get up above the treetops to get a good view?'

Alex's heart races in his chest long after Henry has left.

But Henry doesn't come that night. Possibly, his quest went on for longer than he'd anticipated - or possibly, he found something more worthy of his time than Alex.

It'd make sense. Alex can't even claim he's surprised. A common restorator was never a good match for a legendary spellcaster.

3. Henry's pretty when he smiles. He's even prettier when he laughs. He's been spending more and more time simply sitting in Alex's kitchen between quests. It's a little unnerving. Henry has hundreds of admirers who'd happily entertain him during his time off - yet instead he's drinking tea at Alex's table, listening to Alex's rants about the incompetent archivists over at restoration headquarters.

'Anyway, I shouldn't bore you with the details-'

'I like it when you tell me the details.'

That's annoyingly sweet. 'Careful, Fox. I might fall a little bit in love with you.'

Henry's smile softens a fraction. 'I'm sure I shall find some way to bear that.'

Fuck.

Maybe Alex's fantasy of heading up the mountain with Henry could someday become reality.

2. Henry’s off on another quest. Something to do with a flock of wild unicorns inconveniencing a nearby village. Small stuff. If it'd been anyone else the paperwork would've been a piece of cake, but since it's Henry it'll probably take weeks.

Alex isn’t dealing with any of that today. He's off on a stroll up the mountain; the clearance to restore Henry’s most monumental mess hasn't come through yet, so Alex might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

Yet when Alex returns home, Henry is there. He's outside Alex's house. That's so odd. Henry hasn't deigned to stop by since they were first thrown together as partners from their respective guilds - even though, at the time, Alex had thought they'd hit it off pretty well.

Henry smiles bashfully when Alex says as much. 'Work has kept me very busy.'

Alex snorts. 'Yeah, well, me too. All thanks to you. You sure don't do things by halves.'

'... Maybe there's someone I've been trying to impress.'

Oh.

1. Alex has fucking had it.

He's knee-deep in trying to obtain clearance to reverse Henry’s latest disaster: a mountain moved from one side of the kingdom to the other while on a quest to save a young boy from a dragon. Moving mountains is a level five restoration. And moving it didn't even help with the fucking dragon. Ridiculous. Henry’s such a showoff.

Never mind that moving mountains is kind of impressive.

Never mind that the mountain is Alex’s favorite in the kingdom, and now the foot of it sits next to his backyard.

Alex’s whole life revolves around following Henry’s tracks and covering them up. And he’s damn good at it. Best in the guild. But sometimes, he wonders what the point of it all is if Henry always remains just out of reach.

Never mind that Alex told Henry once, in a moment of weakness, that he's always dreamt of being asked for his hand at the top of that very mountain. Henry probably doesn't even remember. And even if he does, it'll never be him who takes Alex up the mountain to make it a reality. That’s just a silly fantasy.

... There we have it! Thank you - belatedly - for the ask! ♡

[charlclerc]

Charlclerc Introduction

Welcome to my F1 blog! This is where I’ll be posting my most unhinged thoughts on F1 and where I’ll also be posting some of my works!

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Name: Ellie

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her

Interests: F1

Pairs: landoscar, lestappen

Drivers: OP81, LN4, CL16, MV33, DR3

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Please feel free to send me any questions or prompts for fics, I’d love to see what I can do for you guys or craft up a plot idea!

Fic Masterlist:

Forget my Fears, Ignore my Frets (11.6k words, smut)

Oscar’s gaze briefly flickered to the side, and he could already sense the amount of posts he’d see about it later, about not keeping his eyes off of Lando as per usual. But at that moment, he didn’t care, not when the Brit stood there on the top spot as if he was born to stand there.

Lando stood like a bronzed Greek statue, pride in his posture as he stood straight, his head held high. Beads of sweat traced a path down his neck. The Aussie’s tongue subtly rolled out between his lips as he watched Lando’s own form into a grin.

Or, Lando gets his first race win at the 2024 Silverstone Grand Prix, and he wants to celebrate the victory with Oscar.

Where you go, I go (5.4k words, Landoscar dads AU)

“Talia, sweetheart, you’ve got to come with me to work, okay?” Lando’s voice held a gentle tone as he reached up, sweeping her hair away from her face.

“Why I go to daddy’s work?” Talia mumbled, her words slightly hindered by the bright pink dummy in her mouth.

“Because daddy has to work! Auntie Ria can’t play with you today, so we’re going to go play at work!” Lando gave her a radiant smile, to which she returned instantly. “Take your dummy out, sweetie.”

Talia popped the dummy out of her mouth with enthusiasm. “Is papa racing?” Her eyes lit up with joy. “I wanna watch papa race!”

Or, in which, Lando and Oscar are the fathers to a little girl named Talia Piastri-Norris.

Under the Sunset (101.8k words, Spiderman Landoscar AU)

“Dude, Spiderman was opposite the building again! He’s been there so much recently, I’m starting to think he lives here or something.”

Oscar choked on a french fry, lightly patting his chest and grabbing his drink to wash it down. “Have you thought about the fact that he probably likes the area?”

“No! He goes there with a hoodie and a backpack, he’s probably on his way home or something! Could you imagine? Spiderman could actually live in the flats opposite us!” Lando exclaimed, turning his head to the window and he could slightly see the same building. The world now becoming suffocated by the increasing darkness, the sunset long gone.

Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose, “I think you’re reading into this way too much, mate.”

Or, Lando is obsessed with the friendly-neighbourhood Spiderman and Oscar is his good best friend that listens.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Let Me Be Your Light

Phantom of the Opera/Romantasy AU ~ 3.4 k

Explicit Excerpt from my ongoing fic Charlie and Vaggie explore escape the castle for the glowing gardens of Morningstar Castle, and a little time alone~

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Charlie led Vaggie by the hand out into the gardens as the last vestiges of the sun cast a warm, red-pink glow over Morningstar Castle. 

The hellish scarlet sky seemed to have softened just for them—though it always turned a little rosier during the sunset and sunrise. 

Which meant now was the perfect time for Charlie to take a romantic stroll with her not-girlfriend—and show her something amazing. 

Vaggie, her white hair catching the golden light, sent a speculative glance over at the princess. “Is this going to help you with your singing, hon?”

“I mean it can’t hurt, right?” Charlie grinned, her tone playful, if not a little mischievously as she swung their arms and pulled them around the glistening fountains. 

The shadows from the castle gathered on the veranda behind them, but seemed to pool and halt right at the edge of the open marble porch—unable to follow Charlie out in the garden with the last dregs of the sun still up. 

Charlie hummed happily as they strolled into her mother’s lush green garden. It was comfortable, familiar, a sanctuary with walls and barriers separating it from the chaos of the Kingdom of Hell beyond. 

“Suuuure it is,” Vaggie teased, openly flirtatious for the first time. And thrilling the princess as she stretched out her white wings and took in the warm air between her pristine feathers. 

She loved making her angel happy. Charlie just wished that they could always be like this—alone and together. Able to be who they really were, if only for a little while. 

She knew that they would have to return to the castle soon, back to the roles and scripts they were born into. but for now, she was content to simply enjoy this moment.

She squeezed Vaggie’s hand, feeling a surge of affection for the angel by her side.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” Charlie murmured, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves.

 Vaggie looked up at her, her eyes finally softened “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” she replied, leaning in.

Charlie wanted to kiss her angel then and there, right now. But she felt the unease as she leaned close. Vaggie’s gaze darted towards the castle doors, still in view around the fountain. 

No doubt thinking about her fellow angelic guards they passed on their way outside. 

Charlie settled for pressing a sweet kiss to the back of her hand, and pulling her further into the garden. 

The princess’s excitement was palpable, and she practically bounced on the balls of her feet as she led Vaggie towards a hidden corner of the green space.

“I know you’re probably wondering why I dragged you out here,” Charlie said, giggled.

“You didn’t have to drag me.” Vaggie protested. 

“But trust me, you’re going to love it.” 

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

As they rounded a corner, Charlie came to a sudden stop. Vaggie nearly collided with her, but just ended up brushing up against her crimson skirt. 

Charlie’s eyes were fixed on something in front of them, and the angel quickly followed her gaze.

Nestled within a tranquil glade was an awe-inspiring sight—a topiary, meticulously crafted to resemble the beautiful Queen Lilith. The evergreen figure stood tall, her figure lovingly carved from living leaves, her lush hair etched in verdant foliage cascading down her back. 

Even more enchanting, was the radiant light that surrounded Lilith. A warm, golden aura emanated from within its leafy veins, casting an ethereal glow that bathed the entire clearing in an otherworldly light.

Charlie knew that was what her father had created. That he had trapped some of his glowing angelic orbs inside the image of his beloved wife. So she would shine forever. 

“She’s beautiful,” Vaggie breathed, her strong voice gone soft with awe. “This is your mother?”

Charlie beamed. 

“Yeah, it is! It was my idea to make it, and it enchant it so it’s always in full bloom.” The princess looked up at the image of the first Queen of Hell, her own eyes starting to get a bit misty. “It’ll never fade or wither away, no matter what time of year it is.”

“Oh Charlie, that’s beautiful.” Vaggie murmured. 

“Yeah, she really was.” the princess murmured, filling her eyes well up as she looked up at her mother’s enchanted image. 

It felt so lifelike, and yet so still. Never to change again. It filled her with a heady cocktail of emotions—pride and sadness. But more than anything, there was this longing ache for her mother. 

Like the memories from seven years ago had already faded far too quickly. 

A frown drew across Vaggie’s lips as she pulled the other closer. 

“It’s okay, Charlie,” she whispered, her breath warm against the princess’s ear. “I’m here for you.”

And finally, finally, Charlie felt the angel’s warm arms slipping around her middle. Pulling her in close. Her wing just starting to drape over the half-demon’s shoulder. 

Charlie leaned into the hug, feeling the softness of Vaggie’s white and gold feathers against her cheek.

“I just miss her so much,” Charlie said, her voice choked with emotion. “It’s hard to believe she’s really gone.”

Vaggie squeezed her tighter, her wings enveloping Charlie in a protective cocoon. “I know it’s hard,” she said. “But she’s still with you, in a way. She’s a part of you, and she always will be.”

 She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the garden around them: the rich earthiness of the autumn leaves, the sweetness of the roses, the faint metallic tang of the castle’s distant fires. It was a comforting smell, one that reminded her of home.

The blonde turned and pressed close to her companion, resting her chin against the top of Vaggie’s head. “I’m so glad you’re here with me.” She repeated, her voice turning low and heated as she murmured against the other’s ear. 

Vaggie gave a giggle, turning her head towards the princess. “You said that already, hon.” She teased lightly, turning towards the other woman. 

“I just wanted to emphasize that—”

Vaggie cut Charlie off by finally pressing their lips together. She cupped the younger’s cheek, pulling her in close to sweeten the kiss. 

 Charlie’s eyes fluttered closed, and she felt a wave of pure happiness wash over her. This sense of belonging, of something that was so right despite all the walls between them. And as she kissed Vaggie, she knew that she never wanted to let her go.

Vaggie’s wings fluttered around them, creating a soft, feathery cocoon that blocked out the rest of the world. 

Charlie’s heart raced as her hands wandered over the stiff fabric of Vaggie’s soldier jacket, her fingers itching to undo the golden ties and fastens and feel the soft blouse and skin underneath. 

But….someone from the castle could still wander their way, and catch them. 

Suddenly Vaggie grabbed Charlie’s shoulders, pushing her back to separate their lips. “What was that?” She asked, eyes narrowed as she peeked out between her feathers.

The princess pulled back, looking around, but all she saw was that the sky above them had turned from its deep pink to a dark, reddish purple. Hinting at the first sparkling stars. 

“I thought I saw…some sort of shadow.” Vaggie murmured, her lips pressed tight in a frown as she lowered her wings to have a better look around. 

“It’s just a guard, I’m sure,” Charlie said, trying to reassure Vaggie. “We’re safe.”

Vaggie gave an unconvinced grunt, her grip on Charlie tightening. “I’m not sure,” she said, her voice laced with concern. “Stay close to me.”

Charlie nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Vaggie’s wings expanding slightly, ready to take flight if necessary. 

But nothing manifested from the growing darkness. 

“Come on,” Charlie urged, taking the angel’s hand in hers. “Let’s keep exploring—I want to show you one more thing.”

Vaggie stayed still as a sentinel statue for a long moment, before he nodded. “Lead the way.”

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“You’re going to love this,” Charlie trilled with purest excitement. 

Unfolding before them was an enchanting secret sanctuary, veiled from prying eyes by a towering hedge of thickly woven ivy leaves, their glossy surfaces shimmering in the dark purple night. 

The plants were not ordinary greenery but living lanterns that painted the night with their soft glow. There were tall stalks of moonlit ferns standing like sentinels on either side of the path, their fronds unfurling into delicate lacework patterns that glittered with a supernatural silver sheen.

Clusters of midnight roses lined the edges of the path, their dark petals brushed with strokes of starlight, casting a gentle sapphire radiance that danced upon Vaggie’s awestruck face. 

Between these spectral beauties were beds filled with bioluminescent lilies and irises. Their vibrant hues were amplified by their inherent glow—purples so deep they mirrored the twilight sky and blues so bright they rivalled the ocean’s depth on a sunny day. At least, so Charlie had seen in her father’s old story books. 

A carpet of luminescent moss spread across patches on the ground; it was like walking over constellations trapped beneath your feet, each step sending ripples of light across the verdant canvas. 

The entire garden was bathed in a soft, bioluminescent glow, a living tapestry of light and color that transformed the night into a celestial dreamscape.

“Wow,” Vaggie breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. “This is amazing.”

Charlie grinned, pleased with her companion’s reaction. “I discovered it a few weeks ago,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “I come here sometimes to escape the castle and clear my head. Politics is exhausting sometimes.”

As they walked through the garden, hand in hand, Charlie felt a sense of peace settle over her.

She glanced over at Vaggie, who was smiling up at her 

“Thank you for showing me this,” the angel hummed. 

Charlie’s smile grew wider. “I’d do anything for you,” she said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Vaggie’s lips.

“Anything, huh?” the angel guard teased into the kiss. 

The glow of the bioluminescent plants seemed to cast a spell over the two, a secrecy that pulsed with anticipation. 

A surge of desire welled up in the Princess as their lips met again, kisses turning feverish as she felt her own heartbeat quicken in time with Vaggie’s. 

The subtle rustle of feathers cocooned back around them, closing Charlie in the warmth radiating from the angelic soldier in her arms. Until the world around them, outside of the glowing garden, faded to nothing.

Her fingers slid down the front of the uniform, undoing the jacket, as the pristine feathers turned fluffy—with arousal. 

Charlie practically jumped into Vaggie’s arms. Sending them both tumbling over into the starry moss beside the midnight roses, both laughing as they fell. 

“Charlie!” Vaggie tried to admonish, but it was ruined by her musical laugh. 

“Whaat?”

Without breaking the intimate embrace, the half-demon lifted herself to straddle the angel’s hips. Her hands came to grip the dress bunched at the princess’s thighs as Vaggie eagerly leaned up into another kiss. 

Slowly, Charlie eased open the uniform jacket, revealing the ruffled white blouse she wore as she trailed kisses along the gray skin of her companion’s neck. Feeling the divine pulse fluttering underneath. 

The princess dragged her tongue along the purplish vein, feeling the edge of her horns wanting to peek out from her blonde hair as she dragged the loose collar of Vaggie’s shirt away from her breast. 

“Charlie…” 

Her name sounded like music on the angel’s tongue. 

Vaggie’s fingers slipped into Charlie’s hair, making the princess have to focus on pulling back her horns as she dropped her mouth to her companion’s chest. Her forked tongue lavished attention on the dark grey nipple, working it taught as the angel squirmed beneath her in the soft grass. 

Which just made her want to give more attention to the other side of her chest. 

“Charlie, please.” Vaggie whined, her back arching off of the moss and pressing more into that sinful mouth. “Let me touch you.”

“You can always touch me,” She hummed, though she refused to let up. 

Charlie felt it the moment Vaggie’s fingers found their way under her hitched skirt, clawing at her lacy under garments. 

The princess was already soaked—she had been from that first heated kiss. She’d missed her girlfriend so damn much. It didn’t matter that Vaggie was stationed in Hell—the few days she returned to Heaven durning the equinox were always too long. 

Vaggie dug her heels into the grass, pulling Charlie into her with her puffed up wings, finally getting into her undeerthings. 

“Vaggie,” Charlie moaned breathlessly as fingers finally touched her, just brushing over her clit before sliding inside her. Making her shiver with desperate need. 

They knew each other well now. Had spent countless nights in the Princess’s chambers exploring each other, loving each fluffed up feather and Charlie’s eagerly flicking tail. 

But now wasn’t the time for hours and hours of adoring. 

Charlie’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on Vaggie’s slacks, even as she rocked her hips onto the angel’s curling digits, desperately grinding into her palm. 

“Honey, let me—”

“Please,  don’t stop.” Charlie begged, her eyes cloudy with her pleasure, chasing desperately as the heel of Vaggie’s hand rubbed against her clit. 

The half-demon’s tail slashed out behind her. Colliding harmlessly with the wings surrounding her. 

Charlie tried again, nearly tearing at the white pants, desperate to feel her, to please her beloved companion too. When Vaggie lifted herself from the ground, and pushed the princess over into the grass. 

The laugh bubbling from the blonde’s lips before Vaggie’s mouth was back on hers, tasting her tongue as her hand was back under Charlie’s skirts. Pushing her pale thighs open as she pinned her to the ground. 

Vaggie was never this…assertive. And Charlie trembled eagerly under her, tugging at her short hair as she took everything the angel gave. 

Those heavenly fingers curled back into her pussy, driving her closer and closer—as Vaggie ground herself against Charlie’s trapped thigh. 

“Baby—” the princess barely had a chance to whine as she tumbled over the edge at last. Her head throan back by a keening moan as she clenched around Vaggie’s fingers. Curling into her walls, dragging out every ounce of pleasure, until she fell limp in her lover’s hold. 

The soft glow of the bioluminescent garden cast an ethereal light on Charlie’s flushed cheeks as she pulled away from Vaggie’s lips.

 She was panting, her chest heaving, and her her hands newly determined to get those damn pants off of the angel

.Vaggie’s wings were already puffy with arousal above her, blocking out the deep sky sparkling with stars, the feathers shimmering with a golden iridescence that seemed to mirror the light of the garden.

Charlie’s own demon tail swayed back and forth between her, growing in eagerness again. She could feel the slickness run down her thighs, the wetness that Vaggie had caused with just her fingers. 

She wanted more.

“Vaggie,” Charlie breathed, her voice husky with desire. “I want...I need...”

Vaggie’s hands were still inside Charlie’s lacy underwear, her fingers teasing and rubbing in all the right places. Charlie moaned, her hips bucking against Vaggie’s hand.

“What do you need, love?” the angel hummed against her ear, kissing her flushed pink skin. Making the princess squirm when she said that name. 

“I need, to touch you, too.” Charlie whined as kisses were making their way down the neckline of her dress.

 Vaggie was already asking, “Can I taste you, Charlie?” as her lips landed between the Princess’s breasts. 

Charlie’s heart skipped a beat at the question, and she could only nod her head in response. Vaggie’s eyes sparkled with desire as she lowered herself between Charlie’s splayed legs.

Her wings stretched out above them, casting their golden shadow over the princess as Charlie thrashed and whined beneath the angel. Feathers brushed her bare skin, their softness sending shivers down her spine. 

Her fingers grabbed desperately for Vaggie’s hair, as her tail wrapped around her waist to keep her close. 

Vaggie was good at distracting her. Clearing her mind of politics and court drama—but she was also good at keeping Charlie from reciprocating. Like the angel guard didn’t deserve to feel the princess’s hands on her. 

But, Vaggie wasn’t entirely out of Charlie’s reach. 

 Charlie’s tail twitched and writhed, worming dexterously around the angel’s waist—until it finally slid into those damn tight pants. 

The angel was soaked. Her undergarments drenched as Charlie’s tail found Vaggie’s folds. Sliding between them to collect her slick, before rubbing at the other’s swollen clit. 

Vaggie’s delighted cry vibrated against Charlie, making them both squirm. 

“Not…not fair.” the angel panted against Charlie’s core. 

“More than fair.” Charlie laughed, twitching the tip of her tail to tease her further. 

Vaggie gasped out a curse against Charlie, grinding her hips forward, before blindly delving back between her lover’s legs. 

 Charlie gripped Vaggie’s short hair, pulling her closer as she bucked her hips against her companion’s face.

The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in a perfect duet. 

Charlie could feel the pressure building inside her, the tension coiling like a spring. And then, with one final flick of Vaggie’s tongue, Charlie couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her body convulsed as she cried out, her magic bursting off of her in a flash of red light. Vaggie followed soon after, her golden magic mixing with Charlie’s as they came together.

The Princess lay panting and spent in the grass. Vaggie lay beside her, her wings wrapped around them like a protective cocoon once again.

“I love you,” Charlie whispered, her voice barely audible.

Vaggie stiffened in her arms, her soft wings gone ridged around them. 

“You don’t have to—”

“You mean the world to me Charlie, you know that.” Vaggie murmured, leaning up, pressing a kiss to her lips. That Charlie couldn’t help but think tasted just a little bit…like sorrow. Or regret.

Like she would never be able to have all of the angel, not all that she wanted. 

But the princess tried not to think about that. 

She closed her eyes, letting the sound of Vaggie’s heartbeat lull her for as long as the spell would hold. 

But as the night wore on, and the garden began to fade into darkness, Charlie knew that they would have to return to the castle. To the responsibilities and duties that awaited them. But for now, they had this moment. And that was enough. 

Charlie wanted it to be enough. 

Vaggie’s wings rustled as she sat up, the golden feathers shimmering as they faded back to white. 

Charlie groaned, her body still humming with pleasure as she buried her face and tried to stay a little while longer. 

“We should get back to the castle,” Vaggie said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie’s tail twitched in protest, wrapping itself tighter around Vaggie’s waist. 

“Just five more minutes,” she pleaded, her voice muffled against Vaggie’s clothes.

Vaggie sighed, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on Charlie’s back. “Charlie, we can’t stay out here all night.”

Charlie sat up, her eyes meeting Vaggie’s. “Why not?” she asked, her voice filled with longing. “I want to stay here with you forever.”

Vaggie’s expression softened, her wings curling protectively around Charlie. “I want that too, Charlie. But we can’t..”

Charlie’s shoulders slumped, her tail drooping between her legs before it finally vanished. “I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Vaggie leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Charlie’s forehead. “But we’ll come back here again. I promise.”

Charlie’s eyes brightened, a small smile playing on her lips. “You promise?”

Vaggie nodded, her wings fluttering softly. “I promise. Now come on, let’s get back before someone comes looking for us.”

Charlie reluctantly got to her feet. 

As they walked back towards the castle, Charlie couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness wash over her. She knew that they couldn’t stay in the garden forever, but it was hard to leave a place that felt so perfect.

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[aeferkssr]

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 ‧₊˚ ✩

i was all alone with the love of my life. she's got glitter for skin my radiant beam in the night. i don't need no light to see you. shine, it's your golden hour

credits: strucktrue on twt. established relationship. modern au. 0.5k wrds

masterlist.

multiple streetlights flash by his car as you two drive to gods know where, your hands entertwined as you sing along to the music on the radio. you felt that you two were the only people in the world: just two lovers, together.

the sky was divine, mixed hues of pink anmd orange danced around the car in an enchanting waltz. although the sun was setting, you had all of the light you needed since the driver, aether, was the sun himself.

radient, carefree, dreamy - only a few of the words you could use to describe him. you gaze at his side profile as he sings the song, playing through the speakers of his car, his eyes focus on the road as his mouth curves to form an absolutely enchanting smile.

"you're staring" he comments as you giggle to yourself, expression never changing.

"yeah.."

aether's smile gets impossibly wider as he squeezes your hand, brings it to his lips, and graces it with a kiss. you focus back onto the road as aether rubs your hand with his thumb, it was your turn for your smile to become wider.

the car stops at the foot of a small hill, exiting the vehicle you two reunite hands.

"is this where you wanted to take me?" you comment, soaking up the scenery around you.

the hill was more like a cliff, as it hung over a large river that lay below it. on the hill itself grew luscious, green blades of grass and cecelias grew out opf the soil, the latter being a local specialty. you look back to aether to see him smiling back at you, his eyes held so much adoration and love, and it was all directed at you.

"what? you in love or somethin'?" you tease.

"yeah.." he says, probably mocking you from earlier.

he then squeezes your hand and drags you up the hill, running to the top of the hill. as the both of you laugh like kids on a sugar rush, you're brought back to your youth.

aether pulling you across the playground to try and get to the set of swings first, and you barely keep up with him. moments where he looks after you, takes care of you, and loves you unconditionally, flash throughout your mind but a certain memory sticks. the pair of you on the very same swing set from an earlier memory, the moment where you realised how angelic he was.

you remember wanting oh so badly to declare your love for him then and there, were you scared? or were you just too stunned from his beauty?

you come back to your present, the both of yopu sat on a conveniently placed log. convenient, in the sense that it gave you front row seats to the golden sunset that was in front of you.

"this is why i wanted to take you here," aether says as he gets closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. you lean into his touch and take a deep breath, he smelt so warm. a perfect scent, and the perfect person, to go with the perfect scenery.

© aeferkssr

[mlpnextgenaskblog]

Currently all of the Characters in The Au (Parents listed next to the kid if a fankid if not it will just say oc)

Some info The au takes a decent amount of time after Fim (haven’t decided actually) so hope that explains stuff.

Also when asking stuff whether to a character or about the lore or to me please don’t be rude.

I don’t have many rule just don’t be rude and don’t get upset if a ship you like isn’t in this au

In no particular order though I will post family trees and stuff in the future so there will be that, Also it should go on stated, but all of the parents and other characters are also available for asks and stuff. I just don’t have them all listed here as this is just to list the fankids and ocs and fan relatives.

Velvet Nova (Twilight’s adoptive daughter, Biologically Fancy Pants and an oc’s daughter, Unicorn, Female)

Diamondmine (Applejack and Rarity, Earth pony, female)

Sweet Apple (Applejack and Rarity, Unicorn, Female)

Prince Nox (Luna and a bat pony oc, Natural born Alicorn, male)

Snowy Starlight ( Twilight and Double Diamond, Unicorn, female)

Stellar Bluemoon (Twilight and Flash Sentry, Pegasus, female)

Zip Jetstream (Rainbow Dash and Pinkie, Pegasus, female)

Aurora (Fluttershy and Discord, Pegasus technically, Female)

Sundrop (Sunburst and Starlight, Unicorn, female)

Princess Dawn (Celestia and mirror world Sombra, Born unicorn given wings when she gained her cutie mark as a gift from her mother)

Party Popper (Dash and Pinkie, Pegasus, Female)

Lunar Eclipse (Sombra and Radiant Hope, Unicorn, male)

Willow Wisp (Twilight and Tempest, Unicorn, Female)

Honeycrisp (Big Mac and Suger Belle, Earth pony, Female)

Meadow Star (oc, Unicorn, female)

Mythic Rose (Sombra and Radiant Hope, Unicorn, female)

Dreamy Breeze (Discord and Fluttershy, Unicorn, Non-binary)

Spring Rose (Discord and Fluttershy, Pegasus, female)

Misty Glow (Discord and Fluttershy, Pegasus, Female)

Sunset Blaze (tbd, Pegasus, Male)

Chaotic Sky (Discord and Fluttershy, Pegasus, Male)

Tender Heart (Shining Armor and Cadence, Unicorn, Female)

Seabreeze (oc, Changeling/Seapony/Pony hybrid, Pegasus)

Strawberry pie (Dash and Pinkie, male, Earth pony)

Starry Sky Nebula (Twilight and Tempest, Female, unicorn)

Opalescent ‘Opal’ Apple (Aj and Rarity, Unicorn, male)

Golden ‘Goldie’ Delicious (Big Mac and Suger Belle, Female, Unicorn)

Caramel Apple (Applebloom and Scootaloo, female, earth pony)

Toffee Apple (Applebloom x Scootaloo, Female, Female, earth pony)

Will add more later

Please understand not every answer or post will have a drawing with them

[twocolorz]

Again with my mlp au,

I know for sure sunset and blueblood would be cousins in this au or like related in some way??

Idk the AU's I make like always, are messy

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Basically imma just make up an alicorn sibling for luna, celestia and discord cuz I remembered blueblood existed.

So like this sibling didn't become immortal or anything cuz of grogars magic being limited and starswirl using almost all of it, accidentally creating discord than successfully creating celestia and luna, than the fourth sibling (idk haven't thought of this part yet, ya'll give me suggestions) so despite the 4th sib never getting the entitlement of princess along with her sisters she still became an public figure, living in Canterlot instead of the castle. She met someone and had a family with him, than the bloodline continued on and so here's blueblood. He was born around the same time sunset shimmer was so they sorta grew up side by side.

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Also Cadence is a recarnated ver of the original princess (I forgot her name) but like with some umbrem magic she got.

Also king sombra is like the ruler of the crystal empire at the time but was like:

"fine, I won't give misery to this kingdom but imma put the heart away that time of the year so I won't be getting near death sickness everytime"

And like celestia n luna are like:

"uh..kk fine, ig? Just like don't commit war crimes or crimes against humanity or somethin man"

But yea Candace gets the sombra backstory sorta but sombra is like "yeahhh, imma adopt you- welcome to the family :D"

Idk, but like Candace n Sombra in my AU are the best daughter father duo fr

Radiant Hops still left him tho, but her and the princesses check up on cadence so sombra don't teach her to be evil or something.

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Sunset shimmer is celestias daughter or heir, like how star-swirl created her, she created sunset from some magic (idk my first option) ORRR celestia met a guy and had a her with him and then he like died cuz ain't no way some guy is gonna dipp out when he dating/married to an friggin godess whos obvious royalty, but if he tried celestia would just smite him out of existence or somethin.

Either way sunset is pretty moody

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[moorishflower]

So are Dream and Death still siblings in your siren!Dream au?

yes and no! yes, in that Death is sibling to EVERYONE. and mother, and daughter, and friend. but is she the same thing as Dream? no. is she SIMILAR? yes! my kind of vague headcanon is that they share some distant ancestry, that somewhere far back when Night and Time had children, they had Death and Destiny and Destruction, and then further along the line Night had other children NOT with Time, and from that lineage sprung up Desire, Despair, and Delirium. It's all very Greek lineage sort of thing lol.

A whale has fallen.

In the deep depths, in the crushing dark, where no light touches, where air vents from heated cracks within the stone, the whale drifts down. Somewhere within its cavernous chest a heart still beats, thready and inconsistent, struggling, as all living things struggle, to keep going. Until the last. Until the final breath. The great undoing.

Endless Dream follows its path with interest. A whale is a fine gift from the sea, and though it's not a sacrifice to him, he will gladly partake of its flesh when it settles.

He is hungry. Has been hungry, for the past few days, his stomach shrinking and clawing, his teeth made wet with wanting. Yet fish have held no interest for him -- stupid, flickering things, easy to catch, easy to swallow whole. There is no challenge to the hunting of them. There have been no challenges for many ebbing and flowing of the tides.

Until the man.

The man who'd walked into the sea, who'd made of himself a fine meal for sharks, who Dream had pulled into his grotto thinking that it had been long since he had tasted the flesh of humans, and this one was still warm, even, still soft and nearly living, and then the man had breathed. Gouted water from his lungs, with Dream's teeth still sunk into the tender meat of his limb, and the blood in his mouth had been so hot. Not the blood of a fresh corpse, but sweet and living and vital. It had slid down his throat like a wriggling eel, made a nest in his gullet, curled around and around, and now his stomach is bloated with the emptiness of it. With the severity of how much he wants.

The man had been dead. He'd seen it. He'd known it. And then the man was alive.

He follows the path of the whale, until it settles on a rocky shelf near the deep dark, and there the scavengers emerge. Dream watches them but does not see them. All of his focus is upon the whale, its massive eye, its laboring heart.

It takes long minutes for the eye to go blank, but when it does, Dream reaches for it immediately, carves into the socket and wicks away the bone with practiced claws. The eye pops free into his palm, ragged, full of succulent flavor. He does not bite.

"Teleute," he calls out, his voice a ripple in the water, "here, for you, an offering. Choice flesh. Sweetness."

"You know you don't have to do that," he hears, and swings around, and smiles with his skin, a flare of sunset yellow that licks along his cheeks and splashes cheerful upon the scavengers below.

"I know," he says, and holds out to Death the eye, and, after a long moment, she takes it from him. All of her forms are beautiful, but Dream is proud and selfish, and thinks this form most pleasing of all: her night-dark skin glowing from within with radiant luminescence, speckles of silver that dot her cheeks like freckles, her long and shapely tail, the bright-lit lure that hangs before her sharp and smiling mouth.

"How goes the ocean?" she asks, rolling the eye between her palms, and Dream slips forward through the drifting current, lets it carry him gently onwards. The whale holds little interest now. Perhaps he will return later, and dig into its soft belly, and at last sate his hunger.

He thinks nothing can sate this hunger.

"It goes," he says, and Death laughs.

"Well, you called to me for something, little one."

Dream's tentacles writhe and grasp. One reaches for his own hand, instinctive in its desire to hold, and he allows it. Lets the searching suckers kiss between his fingers, and remembers the warmth of the man beneath his many limbs.

"There was a man," he says, and Death tilts her head, and the lure bobs appealingly. "I watched him drown. I took him to my grotto to eat. And then he came back. He breathed again."

"Did he have kind eyes?" Death asks, and Dream does not know how to quantify the kindness of eyes, and so says nothing. "A sweet voice? Dark brown hair?"

"His blood was warmth and light," Dream offers, and Death laughs.

"Probably Robert Gadling, then. I think he's the only immortal who's at sea right now. How did he take to dying?"

"He was on an island. He walked into the sea."

"Ah, bad luck, there. Wonder who marooned him."

"He is one of yours? Then I will not touch him." The thought is unbearable agony. He had followed the man down into the depths -- he had dragged his body to the safety of his grotto. He set his teeth into the sweet flesh. By rights, the man is his.

But Death is so much older. So much more than him. If she has claimed him...

"You can do whatever you like," she says, and Dream feels the effervescent lilt of bubbles in his breast. "I mean, I don't know if he cares to be eaten. But Hob makes his own choices. He'll find you again, if he wants to spend time with you."

"Spend time," Dream repeats.

"Yeah, he's a bit of a romantic, I think. That's the feeling I got, anyways. I warned him that immortality was going to make him a bit spotty in the head, but now I'm wondering if he's always been that way, and this is the best thing for him."

"Then he cannot die?"

"Not unless he asks for it."

They drift together for a time, in companionable silence. Death brings the eye to her mouth, and when she bites it releases plumes of blood and humor into the sea; Dream tastes it with his skin, the richness of it, can imagine the firm crunch and the soft jelly inside.

It holds no interest. His stomach begs for sunlit warmth, for the tang of copper and iron, for the one that Death calls Hob.

"Thank you for answering my call," he says at last, and Death holds out the other half of the eye, raising her brows. Dream shakes his head.

"If you stay in one place," she says, her voice teasing and sweet, "he'll find you again."

"You think so?"

"Oh, yes. He cheated at our card game. I think he's never seen something dangerous that he didn't end up wanting with his whole heart. And there's nothing more dangerous in the sea than you."

"Flattery."

"Truth. From one child of monsters to another."

Dream clicks his teeth, and he is proud, and he is selfish, and he is, stupidly, pleased. The thought that Hob Gadling might return, and think him interesting, and perhaps bring with him his rich-golden blood and the taut muscles of his limbs, and if Dream is sweet, perhaps, if Dream makes himself pleasing, if he brings to Hob the beautiful things of the sea, smooth coral and sunken treasures, perhaps, perhaps, Hob will let him taste of him again, will let a bite become a kiss...

Death laughs. "Oh, you two are going to be fun to watch. Pursue him with my blessing, Endless Dream."

"Thank you," Dream says. His skin flickers in shades of red and pink, before settling, at last, again, to white. "Sister. Grandmother. Family. Thank you."

"Don't mention it," she says. "I don't need to know what you two get up to."

Dream nods, and takes the other half of the whale's eye at last. When he bites into it, the juice is sweet and lovely on his tongue, and it is not what he wants, but now he knows.

He only has to wait, and the longing cramp in his belly will at last be appeased.

[jackalope-with-a-pen]

nobody freak out, but I'm actually making a new post here less than a month after my last one. it's a miracle! anyway.

my pulp musicals brainrot is in full force right now and while most of that energy is going towards art for Pulp Musicals Fortnight 2024 (the event my dear friend Snarky is running this August) I also have multiple fic ideas for pulp that i am really excited for!

Most of them are continuations of my first Pulp Musicals fic, If This Is Truly The End, Then Everything Was Worth It (Even If This Satellite Is To Be Our Grave). oh my god why did I make the title so long, lmao This fic is set in an alternate universe where Benjamin joins the others on their adventure to South America—and beyond, but they don't know that just yet!

I've absolutely fallen in love with this AU, and with Radiant Sunsets (Samuel/Benjamin/Margaret) so I'm actually planning to skip back and write about the relationships between these three & the events leading up to their time together on the Sagitta.

Right now I have no less than ten fics on my to-write list (of varying length! I think some of these are gonna be fairly short, even with my long-winded tendencies), the first of which takes place before episode one. I'm in the process of writing it, and (at least for now) it's called Keys To The Press And Keys To The Door.

(I also have vague plans for one fic set AFTER If This Is Truly The End, and there will be others as well, but I'm trying not to get any further ahead of myself lmao)

The other big fic idea I have is one that I tried (and failed) to hold off on but the brainrot is strong and I've started plotting it anyway lol. I was looking at Morgan's entry on the pulp wiki, saw this—

—and after briefly lamenting the fact that episode 4 probably won't have my favorite bosun who's fairly good at guitar, I started thinking about Morgan trying to find a way back to the Ellen Austin and the year 1874, and then I never stopped. (I have over 5k words on my brainstorming doc. help. 🥲) I'm not quite sure where this one is going yet, and I probably won't start ACTIVELY working on it until after episode 4 is out so I can have more lore to work with, but I am thinking about this idea so much and I am very excited about it.

so, yeah! that's what I've got cooking for writing stuff these days. my other wips are on the back burner (and even these ones are less of a priority right now than all the art I wanna make, I have... so much to do) but I'll get back to them eventually! Probably. I hope. 😅

[magickedteacup]

Another little scribble inspired by Breathe by rabbitprint, which by now is a totally au fic.

In a universe where KH1 Ansem really was royalty of Hollow Bastion/Radiant Gardens, I like the symmetry of this being his backstory, and how he passes on the emotional and physical abuse he experienced as a child onto Riku, with both of them then plunging their worlds into darkness. The colors of his clothes pull from the Radiant Garden logo. And of course stealing from Tetsuya Nomura’s use of the heart motif in clothing to place a hidden black heart in the center of the Radiant Garden sunset color theme.

[umemiyan]

Omg cosmic deity au w our favorite brat Oikawa for his bday <3

STOP IT RIGHT NOWWWWWW why do you hate me 😞 (i’m jk i love you and i love like him)

cosmic deity au for brattykawa??? consider it done

cosmic deity AU: who’s the personification of the sun? who’s the personification of the moon? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

he’s the sun and i am the moon 😔 he’s bright and radiant and charming and in your face about it while i have a more subdued sort of charm. he burns brightly for a certain period during the day before diminishing while i am ever-present—not always completely noticeable in the sky, but still there and still seeing everything while reflecting his light.

i prefer the winter while he of course is brightest during the summer. but as much as he enjoys the praise from offering beautiful weather and warmth, he grows tired after the longer days. he aches for my power to take over the sky, but his light still lingers; he clings to me even in rest, begging me to keep his radiance going because he knows he can depend on me to do so. he also knows that he can’t do it without me, and vice versa. he makes the most beautiful sunsets when he’s happy (when he’s meeting me for the transition into night)

au selfship asks

[retheagirl]

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮

royalty au! with aether.

          a royal masquerade, a grandiose occasion for the ton as identities are covered behind well decorated masks, no social status can hinder them from socializing with each other- whether they’d be a royal or a baron's descent.

       You could never mistake him for another man, he is too ethereal to be compared to another, to be mistaken for another. His golden locks shines like the sun under the light of the brightly lit candles that littered and placed precisely around the ballroom that made them look similar to stars, a deep rich blue mask comparable to the abyss of a night sky covering half of his face and made his eyes gleam identical to golden stones with an outfit to match with his mask, gilded collar and cuffs with tear drop-like diamond jewels.

He looks akin to a prince, blessed by the sun, favored by the moonless night.

And he is, in-fact, one.

And how are you, a mere baron's descent, could ever crave for the affection of a royal that is much deserving of a higher titled consort like a Marquise- even better a Duke, to stand by his side and rule. He has a title to insure, a reputation to keep, and a throne to fight, what can a baron do who has a small land and an inconspicuous name.

What can you do beside disguising as a commoner on your own land who fell in love with the very man you see right now, but he was a traveler.

He was not a prince in a royal palace but a free man who travels the world and tell you many tales of his discoveries, the things he learned, and the things he loves.

"I'd like to take you to go see the sights some time, if you'd let me."

It was an offer, a promise, that now you don’t think is possible. 

“I’d let you.”

The musicians begin to play a merry tune, it echoes in the ballroom as many unwed nobles crowded the dance floor and placed themselves in formation, a bow in greeting, then they danced. Synchronized steps along with the tune, bodies mingle with each other in a familiar dance, even as you switch partners and made small talks, you could not keep yourself from glancing at him. 

“Is there something on my face?” you remember him say when you couldn’t help but stare at him, too captivated by his beauty under your favorite oak tree on top of a hill where you could see the whole village, your rendezvous.

You twirl, in cue of the music, to change partners once more. Your hand on top of another and an arm on their shoulder instinctively, your eyes look up to see the face of your new dance partner only to see the sunset orbs that you adore.

Your breath hitched.

Aether.

“The moon is quite radiant tonight, isn’t it?” he asked, and you remember. 

“It is, but I prefer the daytime when I could see the sun” you said, and he remembers, he recognize. A silly conversation from the past when you both compared yourselves to the moon and sun, the others as stars.

“But aren’t the stars more prettier than that ball of fire?” your back is now against his as he said those words near your ear, a subtle smirk made it’s way to your face, knowing damn well that the two of your are recreating a former conversation.

You separate yourself from him so you could face him again, he took your hand and gently pull you towards his body.

“How could you say that when you haven’t seen it clearly?” confidence surge through your body despite the raging beats of your heart from the close distance, “it’s too bright for you to see it clearly my lady”.

You leaned in a bit and say “I see him clearly.”

You glance at his lips, then back to his eyes.

“And he’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful Aether” was your reply when he asked you after he caught you staring, under your favorite oak tree on top of a hill where you could see the whole village, your rendezvous, as commoner and traveler. Your masks in your own masquerade. 

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ʟᴏʟ. ᴀᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ <3

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WIP Ask

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIPS folder, let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and you respond and blurb about it!

We will just focus on KH Fics because we don’t want to get too crazy

(Starring the ones I am more likely to actually work on)

Currently writing

KH/Pokémon: Seasalt Trio*

Started posting on AO3 (I’ll put the file names in parentheses to respect the game 😆)

Invitation Only (Destiny Kingdom)

The Other Day at Hot Topic (Hot Topic)

Rules of Engagement (New Radiant Garden)*

The Poker Night that Never Was (Pirates)*

Enshrined*

The Coffin (Vamp Risem)

Somebodies*

Songs of Sunset (Where the wild things are)

Sink or Swim (Xehaqus take Atlantica)

Kingdom Cast

Outlined / brainstormed but haven’t written much of

Blank Canvas (extended)

Gangster AU*

Me and Your Ghost*

World Order: The Clowns That Almost Destroyed the Universe*

The Strel Isa and Lauriven Agenda

Xigdem DILF Fic*

Days the Musical

Actors AU*

Stole this game from: @f-o-r-g-e-t-m-e-n-0-t

Tagging: @snowflake-of-destruction if you would like to play

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Ok so I've been scrolling on here and I was in a Kingdom Hearts mood so I thought. "Should I make a mini fic about Luxu/Xigbar? Should I do it with his wife Ayla? One of his kids?" Then I thought of a scenario based on the headcanons I saw about Luxu's possession tendencies. Then I was like... "Well Katherine has special dreams powers like Riku and the Power of Connection. Braig's body has been with her since the beginning before BBS happened so why not let her meet Braig? Through her dreams?"

So here we are. This is a platonic/parental mini fic so it's not the other kind of love. This also gives me an excuse to expand/mess around with the lore. I have so many ideas for my girl Katherine Hearts. I love her so much! Enjoy!

Was Always With You

A Xigbar/Luxu/Braig and Katherine Hearts mini fic

Father and daughter KH fanfic (Platonic/Parental NOT LOVEY DOVEY! I'm watching you...(⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠))

Warnings: mostly mild, tooth rotting sweetness and AAAWWWWWW and WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DANG ONIONS!!!

(This fic takes a part after KH3/into KH4? it's an au-ish fic so yeah...)

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One sunset evening at Radiant gardens, in the home of the Hearts family, a young woman that goes by the name Katherine Hearts was up. She fiddled with her locket and sighed. She sat in her old childhood bedroom, now redecorated to fit her size since she wasn't 5 years old anymore. It's been a while since she was back in this world. Ever since the astounding tribulations of 10+ years ago, during Birth by Sleep, bits and pieces of her memories were either lost or floating in her head, waiting to be pieced together.

She recovered most of her memories, especially the ones of her brother, Neon, and her father, Braig...or more over now called Luxu. Her mother, Ayla Hearts, told her of Luxu and how he used the power to steal the bodies of people just to live longer. She was told the same Luxu, his body at least, was not her father biologically. His went to her older brother who was born during the age of Fairytales. Katherine always wondered if Braig was ever there in her life before Luxu possessed him and possibly his heart being locked away or casted out into oblivion bc of the magical act.

Her thoughts made tears well up. Just when she thought she knew her real self, more intrusive thoughts kept replacing the questions she thought she answered. She hugged her knees and tried to well her tears.

Then there was a knock.

"Hey Sunshine, You alright?" Spoke a suave voice.

Katherine tried to dry her tears, "Y-Yeah! I'm fine dad!"

"you sure? I thought I heard crying...may I come in?" Luxu spoke in a caring way.

"...s-sure" Katherine said through a stifled sniffle.

When the door opened, Luxu saw his daughter distressed and crying like a leaky faucet. His eye widened a bit.

"Sunshine what's wrong? Did something happen?" Luxu sat on the bed.

"Yes and no...stupid thoughts keep on filling my head...it's about something said by mom...that You as Luxu...are not my biological father... And Neon is technically my half brother..." She looked at him.

Luxu froze a bit but sighed, "yeah...it's true body wise I didn't Father you, but that doesn't mean I'm not your dad. A Dad is someone you look up to and admire. A Father protects the ones he loves and cares for them. I barely ever felt those feelings in my own body when Neon was born"

"you didn't?"

"Nope, besides being a first time dad, I didn't know what to do. I was so focused on what my master said that I somewhat neglected your mother and brother. Your mother sacrificed so much to protect all of us. Even using the last of her original body's magic to seal your brother away to keep him safe. I did nothing..." Luxu looked at his right hand and clenched it.

"but what about me?" Katherine scooted to him on the bed.

"you were a surprise to me. Your Mother and I, we had a massive fight about the future of Neon. I pushed her away. She took your brother and moved here. I knew she still loved me but I was so stubborn and lustful to my duty that I didn't see it...at least not clearly. I knew she would move on...to protect Neon at least..." Luxu sighed.

"do you remember anything else?" Katherine looked up at him.

"not much...all I remember, in my old vessel, was finding out she was pregnant with you by another man. She told him about me and how we were separated for many years. Neon was older and I got so angry that I let precious moments slip away from me. Braig was the man with her, a fresh castle guardsman with a red scarf. All I remember was possessing him and your mother shielding you and Neon away from me. Your brother was never the same after that and always hated me."

"May I ask him?" Katherine tilted her head.

"Huh?"

"I have powers in the realm of sleep, I can reach sleeping hearts if he's still there. I can feel tension in your heart." Katherine looked determined, "My powers of Connection might be able to reach him. But we'll both have to sleep for it to work properly."

Luxu contemplated for a moment then sighed in defeat, "ok...you deserve to know his side of the story, if there's even a heart to tell the story..."

They both laid down on her big bed and got comfy. Katherine took off her locket, which was also her Keyblade keychain, and held it with Luxu. She focused her power as sleep soon took hold of their bodies. Katherine could feel the pull of something as she subconsciously followed it as her heart drifted in the dream world.

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Her body was reformed in water. Water? Sounds like a fountain. She opened her eyes to see the blue sky filtering from above and darkness below her. She reached up to touch the surface but a white gloved hand reached in and pulled her up. Katherine coughed up water and shivered a bit before the summer sun dried her off. She wiped the sleep in her eyes and looked up and around.

"it's good to see you again...my Sunshine" a familiar voice, yet sounded less gruff/suave, spoke.

"Braig?" Katherine called out as her vision improved.

"I would say in the flesh but, I'm not free in my own body anymore...been nearly 20 years since I last saw you..." Braig smiled, he looked the same but kept the longer hair and had weird facial scars that looked faded and the eye that was supposed to be under the eye patch was still the brown color while the left was still yellow like in the waking world. "I missed you my little girl"

Katherine stood up but was in her normal height and casual clothing. She wondered if he wanted to see her as she was. She didn't mind but she used to her dream eater form like Riku. "Hi...Dad..." She said nervously. Braig quickly gave her a hug.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hold you in my arms again. Ever since you were a baby you never left my side. Always wanting me to hold you while you held my scarf." Braig laughed softly.

"so that habit was always with me...I still have that scarf..." Katherine smiled

"Yep, and you were the CUTEST baby on the block. Though you had a bit of quirk."

"A quirk?" Katherine looked at Braig.

"yeah, both me and your dad have space-like powers. He was more in tune with his but when you were about a month old you just teleported when you sneezed! Your mom and I looked everywhere for you until Neon called for us. You were cuddling your big brother."

"that quirk....barely left..." Katherine laughed nervously, "I still sometimes teleport when I sneeze..."

Braig laughed and grabbed her shoulders, "looks like it's more of a quirk than we thought! You are my daughter through n through!" He sighed happily before gripping her shoulders, "but you're not here just for a friendly chat are you?"

"no...I wanna know what happened...how you met my mom and why'd she have me with you and why Luxu took your body..." Katherine quivered a bit before Braig started walking with her as the dream world phased into Radiant gardens way back when.

"To start...your mom sought refuge with Master Ansem. Your brother was a frail baby and needed help. She did all she could with her newly formed body but...it wasn't enough and she was not her prime anymore. I was already working as a guardsman by that time and I was tasked to protect them. After Neon got a little better I brought them to my home. Neon was the sweetest baby, about a year or so old. Your mother did what she could to provide nourishment to him." Braig looked at the illusion of inside the house.

The scene was of a very fussy baby Neon and a very tired Ayla. She looked to be a shadow of her old self and what she looks like in present time. Braig was comforting her the best he could. Day after day, night after night.

"Eventually, she opened up to me and how she separated from Luxu. It was a shock to find out what she was. I didn't care, all I cared about was protecting them. We grew closer and closer as Neon grew older. About a year after I asked her to be my girlfriend, I asked her to marry me. She was scared to because of Luxu and his personality. I promised her I'd do what I could. Not long after we were blessed with you." Braig smiled as the scene changed.

The illusion showed Braig finding out and twirling Ayla around. Another was when she was farther along. Braig rubbed her stomach and spoke to it. They were happy.

"Before you were born, Neon relapsed and became sick. Your mom became stressed and worried for him. I did my best to calm her for your sake but you decided to come a little early. It was chaos. Everyone around the castle, maids, nurses, and even Master Ansem helped her. I was scared out of my mind. When I heard your cries I knew you were alright and she was too. I held you in my arms and saw your pretty little eyes and golden hair. It was like the world stopped. We showed you to Neon and he got better. It was like you were a miracle sent to help."

Katherine smiled at the memories. Tearing up even.

"all that happiness came to a stand still when Luxu found Ayla. That day, she raised her Keyblade to him for the first time. He got angry. He was mad that she moved on and had another child without him. She shed tears as she looked back at you and I. She told me to run with you two but a force field was put up and I couldn't teleport out with you..."

The scene unfolded in a park square, the force field looked strong and Ayla kept her Keyblade pointed at Luxu, who was in an older Bragi body, in his black coat. Luxu was seeing red. Katherine never saw either of them look this way. She felt sick to her stomach. Soon voices were heard.

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"It doesn't have to be this way Luxu! I don't want to fight you! But if you hurt them then I'll have no choice!" Ayla screamed out as magical energy formed around her.

"You betrayed me! You moved on! What was our bond to you?! Did our love mean nothing?!" Luxu growled.

"it did mean something! But you broke my trust when you couldn't see past those stupid rose tinted glasses the Master put on you! And on top of all that on what you did back in Scala ad Caelum! I stayed with you because I didn't know what to do! Then my eyes opened when I laid eyes upon Neon again. He deserves a normal life! I won't drag him down the path that maniac carved for you!" Ayla cried out. "I still love you Luxu but not as it was before! I love my life with Braig!"

Luxu became furious, his eyes became red with fury and he summoned a Keyblade, "if that happiness died, then I shall seal the deal by taking away what started it!" He pointed maliciously at a 8-10 year old Neon. Neon gripped Braig's jacket.

Ayla gasped and looked back at Braig, "Take Neon! Run!"

Braig tried to teleport but the force field was too strong, he ran to see if he could force his way. Not dice. Luxu bolted to Braig and readied a swing. When he made contact it was Ayla who shielded them. Leaving a nasty scar on her. Luxu and Braig widened their eyes to make sense of what happened. Ayla dropped to her knees then collapsed.

"Mommy!? Mommy!!" Neon broke free of Braig's grip and ran to his mother. Shaking her somewhat conscious body with tears in his eyes.

Luxu looked at his hands then his Keyblade. He dropped the blade in disbelief. He promised he would never hurt her out of darkness in his heart. He broke it. Tears formed in his eyes. What had he done?!

"You...you..." Luxu sobbed as he looked at Braig.

"Do you want my happiness..." Braig said in a stern voice.

"what..." Luxu questioned.

"Take my happiness on one condition...you must never harm them again. You must love them and my daughter. I'll leave and never return. If I find out you broke that promise then I will come back to kill you" Braig looked him dead in the eyes.

Luxu stood up, "Deal..." Braig unaware of what he might do next.

Braig gave Katherine to Neon in her sling and kissed his and Katherine's heads, "I love you Kiddo. Be strong for Mama and baby sis"

"Daddy..." Neon cried and hugged him. Braig helped Ayla into his arms and held her tightly. She hugged him, she didn't want him to go. "Please don't do this..."

"I have to, he'll kill you if we stand against him. Neon and Katherine would be gone..." Braig said through tears. He was not a skilled fighter, at least not enough to beat Luxu. Braig stood up after giving her a kiss goodbye and started to walk away.

Luxu chuckled as Braig was a bit of distance away from him, "on second thought...I do need a new vessel" he pointed his finger and in the flash of an eye.

"LUXU DON'T-" Ayla yelled but was cut off.

A bright light shot at Braig and he collapsed. Luxu's old vessel faded into light. Luxu shot his heart into Braig's body.

"BRAIG!!!" Ayla screamed

"DADDY!!!!" Neon cried.

Braig's body was now in control of Luxu but the deal he made seal Luxu's fate. Was bc of something else at play? Then two golden lights was shown on a frozen part of the scene. One was Katherine and it connected to Braig's heart deep within his own body. Fighting against Luxu.

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"I had the...Power of Connection...since day one..." Katherine was amazed. "My heart saved yours?"

"it would seem so...I felt a warm aura and I heard your giggles. It kept me going to try and change Luxu's heart for your sake. Looks like I somewhat succeeded. You also helped when you grew older. Even as a nobody, neither his or Xehanort's heart ever touched mine. When you remembered your past at the final battle and called us Dad, it gave me the push to let him show emotion, to push my love for you out through him! You're definitely a type of miracle, Sunshine. I'm proud of what you have become. A Keyblade master no less!"

Katherine smiled sincerely at him, "Thanks Dad...I'm glad to have you" she turned to see a black coated figure, "both of you as my dad"

The black coat revealed its face to be of original Luxu. Black hair and somewhat red brown eyes with a hit of yellow. He was crying.

"I'm so sorry...I took your happiness...I don't deserve..." He hiccuped. Then Katherine hugged him.

"it's ok...I forgive you..." Katherine smiled through her tears, "you were lost but now you are found."

Luxu hugged her but then stepped away, his own heart glowing, "guess now I have to make up for lost time..."

Katherine's heart soon glowed brightly then she started to float, Braig grabbed her hand with a smile as his heart glowed as well.

"I'm glad I got to see you Braig! I'm glad you were my father! I have so much to tell you!" Katherine smiled.

"I'm sure you do...thanks Kiddo" Braig's grip began to slip as the dream was about to sever. "I love you"

Katherine's grip slipped out of his and she screamed as she flew off, "I LOVE YOU TOO!"

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Katherine woke up in her bed but she was the only one in it. Where did Luxu go? Maybe he went down to breakfast? Oh right it's daytime now...

Katherine yawned and dressed into different casual clothes. She fixed up her hair and went downstairs.

"Morning mom" Katherine yawned.

"Morning Honeysuckle, your father is upstairs, he'll be down in a few" Ayla smiled as she was finishing making breakfast.

"Old man taking his sweet time...been almost an hour..." Neon groaned, now in his late 20s.

Katherine seemed confused but happy. She got what she wanted and got answers. Ayla sets up the table with food and drinks as creaks come from the stairs. Katherine turned her head as she stacked her plate with pancakes. She saw that her dad was different somehow. His ponytail was now a long fluffy braid, he was wearing an old leather jacket with a white v neck and his scarf and some cool jeans and matching leather boots to the jacket.

"Morning Sunshine, Morning Kiddo" He spoke to Katherine and Neon.

"looks like the old man is being suave and snazzy today" Neon clicked his tongue

"I like it~" Ayla smiled.

"Thank you my Sapphire"

Ayla smiled but then had a confused surprised look on her face before looking at her husband. "Wait...Luxu doesn't call me Sapphire...he calls me Snowball"

"Guilty~" Braig smirked.

"Braig..." Ayla teared up and held his face, "but how...Luxu...he..."

Braig turned to Katherine who had a big smile on her face. "You can thank our daughter for that"

Ayla looked at Katherine and hugged her, sniffling into her daughter's shoulder. "Thank you my sweet girl...thank you..."

"do you still hate Luxu mom?"

It took a bit for Ayla to respond but she said, "not as much as before, I grew to accept...to stay strong for you and Neon."

"good... he's letting Braig take a turn... possibly for the rest of his years..." Katherine smiled. "Making up for lost time"

Ayla smiled gently at her daughter before Braig scooped her by the waist and dipped her a bit. "Oh my..."

"you have no idea how long I've waited to kiss you as me again, Sapphire" Braig smirked.

"me too Lover boy" she grabbed his jacket collar and kissed him sweetly as he embraced her.

"Get a room!" Neon chuckled.

"we could but you might end up with a baby sibling again Neon" Braig laughed.

"Dad's back" Neon laughed with him.

"a baby sibling would be nice~" Katherine smiled like a dork and everyone looked at her.

"I want a sister"