#sage and lux

[damnedsoulsneedsleep]

For centuries, Sage has believed his original child was killed when the village he hid them in was razed by angels in the later stages of the renaissance era. What he doesn’t know is that a witch named Nyx (the same woman who would later become his partner) made a deal with hell (with the actual Devil/Lucifer/Satan) to protect the child whom she’d found and adopted without knowing the child was a nepĥilim. The child has since then been reincarnated and their soul is currently found within the fatherless baby Sage helped deliver and named Lux in the 21st century. The child is now 17 yo. At first, Sage believed the child was but a mere descendant of his original child but then they turned out to be as powerful as a true nephilim which, by some insane miracle, makes them his true child (and lucifer/satan’s grandchild).

[running2revelation]

@lux-epidendrum asked for a starter with the Sage of Truth

Well, this was unexpected, to say the least. He hadn’t meant to step into his other-realm. He’d just wanted to get some sleep for once.

Upon drifting for a moment (eternity) he found that this wasn’t his other-realm at all. It wasn’t even the Recluse’s, though he’d almost thought it was at first. This was… someone else’s entirely.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me?”

[quackingcrow420]

When you tell yourself you'll come back to the smut later:

[shuruzy]

the labyrinth aint gonna overcome itself

[running2revelation]

Sage, too, had been trying to get their paths to cross once again - significantly more aggressively.

For the first few weeks, every spare moment he had, he lingered in his own other-realm, trying to force it to cross over into Pure Vanilla’s again. But it never seemed to work since he had no idea how it had happened in the first place - though he had accidentally crossed into Recluse’s once or twice.

Now, months in, attempts were less frequent and more focused on puzzling out the how. Which he still wasn’t getting very far with - his best guess was Soul Jam resonance but that wasn’t exactly an easy thing to test.

As he once again meditated on the answer, he could tell something in his other realm changed. His eyes fluttered open as he heard Pure Vanilla’s call, and spotting the other in the distance, he immediately zipped to his side, “You called?”

Starter for @running2revelation

- - ☆ - - ★ - - ☆ - -

It had been months. How many had become a mystery, just long enough for Pure Vanilla to lose count, but not enough to forget the meeting all together.

Still, in his time, he made good on his word and practiced. Starting small with the same lessons he was given, forming small things that gradually grew bigger, from a quil to an entire desk, plants, even animals once or twice.

Eventually, he had found the ability to travel to the other relm in the waking, no longer needing to dream and hope he makes it. His visits were short, usually saved for the quiet time before he readies for bed for the night. And each time he visits, he tries to call out for the Sage in hopes they would cross paths again.

As time passed, and his power grew stronger, it was only a matter of time, surely.

This day had gone on like any other, finally coming to a close as Pure Vanilla sets aside his cape and hat. A wave of his staff and the relm opens like a pair of curtains drawing back, the healer stepping through and looking around. All seemed to be in order...

"Sage! Are you here tonight?" The same, usual call as he walks through the space, looking around. If not, it would be back to more practice...

[waylay-managment-2]

HELLO EVERYONE WELCOME BACK TO ROUND TWO!!!

As you might have noticed, Tumblr has nuked my first blog, and hates my guts; but we persevere! Step one to winning a war is to keep going when you lose the battles!

Feel free to start your stories at any point: I know switching to a new blog midway through a conversation could be jarring!

Rules

No sexual content

Add trigger warnings to posts that need them (with suicide, gore, ED’s, etc)

Flirting is okay, just don’t take it to far (yes Prince, you’re okay)

don’t start rp with other people unless they seem fine with it! I know it can be hard to tell with anon but try not to interrupt like, the introduction.

you don’t need to have a character to interact, but I would recommend it if you want to make a story. I totally understand the appeal of random shitposts with no cohesion and you can be the anon that makes them

OC’s are loved

Other fandoms are welcome

Fanart is appreciated!!!! I love it!!!!!

discord if you want to join!

characters

played by me

Lilith 🦉

Casper Davis 🔖 (waiter)

Daisy May ⚕️(doctor)

Oliver Abara 🍹 (bartender)

Penelope Markos 🥘 (chef)

(Gracelyn White) Libby 📖 (librarian)

normal patrons

Cowboy (Jackson) 🤠

Francis

Abbey

Gin

Entity 0

DG

Mira

Iris 🎨

Stella 🌠

Orion 🦜

Bill rose 🌹

Abbigail Prinn 👁️‍🗨️

Twelve-eyed shadow monster 👀

Anthony 🎷

Faroe and Jane 🛁

Orchestra!Arthur and John 🎼

Elle ☄️

A ✨

Caleb Whitely 👑

Trademark ™️

Clarence 🪲

Mr. Campbell 🩶

Candy 🍬

Nova Nyarl

John (@kingundone)

Darkthur (my beloved) 🔪

Faroe and Jane 🛁

Gin 🎭

Knave 🃏

Stolin ⌚️

Daisy Lilith 🪶

Daisy Kayne 🌼

Space blob 💫

Ant and cricket 🐜 & 🦗

Cube Salesman 🧊

Mander 📼

Lux 🍂

Sage Black “spots” 🐆

Ophelia 🍄‍🟫

Najma Harb 🪻

[NO NAME YET] 🧸

[NO NAME YET] 🌲

Mason and Mischief 🌲 &⚕️

[NO NAME YET] ⛈️ 🐉

[NO NAME YET] 🎷 ���

[NO NAME YET] 🪴

[NO NAME YET] 🔆

Evelyn 🏔️

Little lamb and whisper 🦐

Merlot 🍷

Wanda ⏱️

[NO NAME YET] 🐦

Seven 🪙 🐍

Tallin 🐺 🩸

Rory ⚙️

Candy 🍭

Penelope 🎀

Edward ♟️

Scratch 🦇

Odette Flume 🍵

Idris ⚠️

Esther 🖍️

Seth 🚪

The Progeny 🐍

Rowan Linh 🐈‍⬛

William/Vanity🪽

Caspian and Kit 👁️ & ☀️

Rita Velásquez 🍸

Blank and Beau 📺 🦎

more I missed???? Sorry I love you all but there’s so many of you

Nightvale patrons

Cecil 💜

Magnus Patrons

Jon 👁️

Tim 💥

Sasha 🎞️

Martin ☁️

Jonah 🧿

Peter 🌫️

Will 💭

Liam 🪾

Randal 🧃

Micheal distortion 🌀

Gerry 🗝️

Agnus 🔥

Jack ❤️‍🔥

Alma Swallow 🪏

Harper Halloway 🥩

more??????

Genshin 1920’s AU (just… don’t ask…)

Diluc 🦅

In stars and time

Loop 🎻

Camp Here and There

Tony/Tony 🍝

Jedidiah 🕰️

Penumbra Podcast

Slip Jackson 💊 ⚙️

Sarah Wire “Director W” 🕶️

Homestuck… for some reason… because I’ve lost control

Caliborn ⛎

Station 404

Troy 🔨

Em 📻

The Mechanisms

Toy Soldier 🚂

Pony D’Ville @pony-dville

Fnaf I guess?????

[NO NAME YET] 👾

Patrons that have moved on to the dark world

Yves Linmann 🍺 (not on this blog, but he still needs recognition)

[fawniiky]

Pt.2 // dark names + dark usernames

୨ㅤ︶︶ㅤ꒰୨ dark namez ୧꒱ㅤ︶︶ㅤ୧

♱໒ ͡ ︶︶†

Annerose . Sudo . Malice . Appolet

Cure . Remidi . Mourgan . Widdow

Cluster . Guro . Tama . Ghoulia

Stain . Blunt . Morte . Sage . Raven

Vidia . Echo . Tempest . Lux . Nyx

Renna . Blythe . Morana . Valencia

Elvina . Vamp . Python . Demonia

Organa . Lure . Val . Violetta . Ven

Ruadh . Fabel . Morticia . Morgue

Imperia . Slain . Sloane . Zombvie

Dagger . Cultie . Crossett . Bludie

୨ㅤ︶︶ㅤ꒰୨ dark usernamez ୧꒱ㅤ︶︶ㅤ୧

⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝♱

V4mpz . Fwangg . Vamprii . S4tanii .

Corpzz . Zombiezz . Conjureth . Covvin

Damagett . Occvltz . F4keblud . Crroz

Exqrcism . Goreeyye . Wiitch . Clvw

Rituqlz . Ghoulette . Wr4thh . M0rbiid

Shivanii . Xoese . Nyxiia . Meriikh . Webz

Zmbiegrl . Livurdye . Heartz4brainz

Rottingz . Blvdii . Dvctrr . Sicckk . Middz

Cr0ww . Gooree . Dr4cvll . Cvltzz . Bvlltzz

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Intemporelle; timeless

Paring: Quinn Hughes | OC Female (Older)

Chapter: 1 of ? | A Chance Meeting

WC: 5,825

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Warnings: Alcohol use, swearing, mentioned depressive thoughts, guilt/shame, embarrassment

Summary: Off-season wedding within the Canucks' organization. Quinn is drunk when he's introduced to a friend of the bride and groom. Things take a turn when he gets sick and requires being tucked into bed.

Big thank you to @insidious-apple for letting me gush about my silly ideas and spamming you with updates.

White flowers fell in cascaded archways over top of every doorway in the chateau's ballroom. No expense had been spared on the wedding, now in full swing, that evening. Guests had been arriving the last three days to the Fairmont Chateau to enjoy the luxuries afforded by their hosts. No matter where you looked, luxe decorations  reminded you of the scope of the affair.

By now, the reception had gone late into the beginning hours of the morning. Parents, grand-parents, aunts, and uncles had all said their goodbyes hours before, leaving the younger generations to continue the festivities. Shoes had been abandoned, empty glasses, and plates of cake littered several tables, their respective owners all mingling on the dance floor or in their rooms entirely.

Madeline Ramsey, best friend of the bride, had gotten to the resort just that morning. Work as a dress consultant in one of Vancouver's high-end bridal stores had kept her away from joining the rest of the bridal party's celebrations and had made her feel like she was playing catch-up ever since the ceremony. She was tall, curvy; a deep brunette with striking sage green eyes. She had just turned thirty-four two months prior in June; becoming now the last of all of her girlfriends to tie the knot. Years before, she was so consumed by the fact that she wasn't even in a relationship let alone engaged, but now, it was just another day on her own.

"Maddie! About time you showed! You were missed!" The groom hollered over the booming DJ equipment. He was obviously feeling no pain, throwing his arm over his friend that was standing next to him and whose conversation had been interrupted when she wandered near. The friend, looked in way worse shape than the groom but equally enjoying his time at the reception, locked eyes on Maddie and never took his eyes off her.

"I'm sorry! You didn't have to schedule your wedding in peak season either! I work in the industry, you know!"

"I forgot about that. But hey! You're here now!"

They stood there for a few minutes, just talking, giving congratulations and catching up. Maddie still being admired from the unintroduced bystander, took a sip of her wine, smiling with her eyes over the rim of her glass.

"Ah, goddamn, sorry! Maddie, Quinn; Quinn, Maddie."

"Hello," she says, making Quinn smile, his eyes finally falling away from her for the first time.

"Quinny's a little shy," the groom jokes. Quinn's face goes beet red in the dimly lit hall, at the sound of being called by one of his nicknames. He receives a playful shove to his shoulder from his teammate before he turns to leave. "I hate to leave you too, but I need to check on my bride. She's been left unsupervised with an open bar...for probably too long. Don't be strangers!"

Maddie said her goodbyes and turned her attention back to Quinn. He was looking down at his feet, kicking one with the other. His awkwardness made her smile. "So, I take it you play with Connor?"

"Yeah, he's a great guy," Quinn replied, trying to keep his drunk gaze on her face. "You're really...pretty."

His compliment was the last thing she had expected to hear so she just stared at him like a deer in the headlights for a second. Knowing she heard him correctly, she still asked him to repeat himself like the music was too loud. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” 

Quinn shook his head, trying to make it come off like he hadn’t said anything, realizing in his drunkenness he had some regret over saying what he had. After a few moments, he began to crack a smile. 

“Yeah, huh, you said I was pretty.” Maddie teased, taking another drink from her glass.

“Nuh-uh,” Quinn grinned.

Maddie, realizing he was being full of shit, gave her best fake, dramatic gasp. “How rude!” Quinn just continued to smile that same cheesy grin. Leaving it alone, Maddie looked forward to the dance floor, trying to see if there was anyone she needed to say hello to before while they could still remember seeing her. However, from where she stood it was hard to say. 

“Would you want....would you like to dance?” Quinn blurts out, when the song changes to a slow one making Maddie look back over at the young captain. 

“You want to dance? With me?”

Quinn nodded quickly in succession, like a little boy asked if wanted candy. 

“Since you called me pretty…I guess,” she teased. “Yes, I’ll dance with you.” Putting her glass and clutch down on a nearby table she takes Quinn’s wobbly, outstretched arm and tries her best to let him lead her to the outer fringes of the dance floor. 

At first, Quinn seemed hesitant to put his hands on her for the dance. Maddie helped him along by putting her arms around his neck which brought the two of them together quickly. Quinn’s face burned hot smelling her perfume and feeling her so close to him. 

"Are you okay?" She said, leaning in to tease him. 

"Mhm." He blushed, again. 

The two of them just swayed back and forth to the slow beat of the song, in their own little world and no one paid them a bit of mind. Maddie stood an couple inches taller than Quinn due to her heels but he didn't seem to mind. From time-to-time, she'd look over at Quinn who would just start to giggle. However, towards the end of the song, something changed in his face. 

"Quinn?" Maddie's brows pulled inward. Looking at him a little longer, she knew that look. His breathing had deepened, his brows were knitted together, and he just looked worried. He was going to be sick if she wasn't proactive in getting him out of there, for the sake of his pride if nothing else. "C'mon, let's get you outside."

This time, he doesn't even nod. He fully lets her guide him to the connecting hallway where she hoped she might find a bathroom. Quinn's feet began to drag, like he was fighting the urge to expel his guts all over the marble hallway. 

"You're okay," she reassures, her hand in his. "Hold on just a little longer."

He didn't answer her; didn't even hum an answer, just kept his eyes down and clung to her grasp. Eventually, she'd find him a safe place and he wasted no time pushing through the door while Maddie waited outside. While she stood there, she remembered she had left her purse behind. If she didn't get it now, the possibility of someone else running off with it, or forgetting it entirely, was growing with each second she stood there. 

Down the hall she sprinted - sprinted as fast as she could in her heels - to gather her things and return to Quinn hopefully before he was better. Before she reached the door she slowed to a dignified walk and acted like nothing was wrong. No one needed to know there were things going on; not her friends or his. 

"Maddie!"

"Maddie come here! Where have you been?" A couple bridesmaids spotted her and at the top of their voices they yelled her name. "Come dance with us!"

Maddie just smiled and waved a "no thank you" in their direction. Their audible, disappointed whines melted into the music as she passed by them. She'd blow the group a kiss before finally parting ways, thankful that she had been able to skirt that situation without being too hindered, or asked why she was leaving; worse yet if they had seen her leave with Quinn. 

Back down the hall her heels clicked almost at a panicked pace. She'd turn that final corner to see Quinn sitting on the ground, outside the bathroom door, his head resting on his knees as he hugged them. When his eyes lifted to see her, they were red and wet. He looked so tired, drained, and just like he still felt like shit.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. I just left to get my bag."

Quinn shook his head, his eyes staying locked on her face, "It's okay." 

"C'mon, how about we get you upstairs?" Maddie reached down, both of her arms extended for him to take her hands and get up off the floor. His skin was cool and clammy when he finally decided to move and reach out for her. "Nice and slow." 

He had lost his suit jacket by this point, it laid beside him in a crumpled heap but he was so wobbly getting back up that Maddie decided to get it for him instead. Quinn stood against the wall, his breathing slowed now and he was leaning.

"Do you have your room key, Quinn?" She asked respectfully feeling around in the pockets of the jacket in case it was in there. 

"Mhm, somewhere. Oh, here, I think." From the pocket of his pants, Quinn produced the black room key and did his best to hand it to her. 

"Thank you. Do you want to wear your jacket?" Maddie asked, thought it laid draped over her left arm. He shook his head and stayed leaning against the wall. "Do you need a minute?"

"No."

He sounded awful; like there was nothing left in him to interact with. Maddie put her hand against his back and his eyes opened, looking at her with exhaustion. She wanted to help him, but there was only so much comfort she could offer him from their current position. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

Getting Quinn towards the elevator had been easier than getting him to the bathroom, but it was still no speed walk. He was still wobbly underfoot and couldn't walk in a straight line without Maddie as a bumper. He mumbled inaudible apologies, laying his head on her shoulder as the elevator doors closed and pulled them upwards towards the top floor suites. 

"I...sorry." Quinn spoke through a sigh. "I am...I'm really sorry."

Maddie smiled, her cheek laying against his head ever so slightly to give him that brief moment of unashamed comfort. "We've all been there, Quinn, it's fine! You'll feel better in the morning."

"I don't...think....I doubt it," he replied, causing Maddie to stifle a laugh. His deep, full-bodied sighs were the only sound beyond the dings from the floors the elevator was passing.  The chateau's top floor opened up to the two of them and she let Quinn step out at his own pace. Naturally, his room would be at the other end of the hall but she never once rushed him. It didn't matter if it took five minutes or fifteen, she'd let him stop whenever he needed to collect himself. 

"Do you...have...do you have my key?" He asked, feeling around in his pocket. His voice was getting deeper, more monotone. Was he getting more relaxed or just on the verge of falling asleep? 

"Yes, Quinn, I have your key."

"Oh, okay."

The lock clicked and with the weighted door pushed open, Maddie would insist Quinn go in first. He put one hand on the door, then the other on the wall and felt his way inside while Maddie stayed close behind; her fingertips hovering just behind the center of his back. He'd find his way safely to the edge of the bed and flopped down with another heavy sigh, laying on his back.

"I'm sorry," Quinn continued to apologize, his hands covering his eyes. "I'm...I'm really sorry."

"Don't be sorry," she added, hanging up his jacket. "Do want some help getting into bed?"

"Yes, please. Wait, no, yeah...I don't know."

Maddie smiled though Quinn never saw it. She stood there just looking at him have an existential crisis in real time. "Come on, let me help you or else you're just going to lay there all night in your suit."

"I'm fine."

"Quinn." Maddie said, her brows raised.

"Okay." He was just being a big kid at this point but she found it cute. She'd get his shoes untied and him pulled back up to a seated position. His little legs didn't reach the floor and she'd find Quinn kicking his sock feet when she turned back around. 

Quinn's golden eyes just looked at her while she slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. "Have I told you...that I think....that you're really pretty?"

Maddie tried not to look at him, not out of embarrassment, but because she, too, wanted to get back to her room and if she looked at him every time he said something adorable, she'd be there all night. However, when he brought a hand up to stop her from undoing another button, she had no choice.

"Have I? Because you...because you are." The natural sincerity in his words touched her, drunk or not. The look in his eyes said nothing but the truth. 

"You have, a couple times, yes," she smiled, his hand still holding on to both of hers. "That's very sweet of you."

Finally, the childlike joy flashed in his eyes again and he mirrored her smile, "Okay...okay good. Someone should...you should be told that." 

"Alright, Prince Charming, can I finish what I'm doing?" Maddie winked.

"You're trying to get me...you're taking my clothes off! You're...you want me naked, huh?"

This time she couldn't help but snort, she laughs so hard. Quinn just looks at her wide eyed and serious; almost shocked thinking he got her intentions correct. 

"I knew it! Here, I'll...I'll help you!"

"Quinn it's fine! I--," but before she could finish her sentence, he started fussing with his belt but clumsy fingers couldn't conquer the buckle. 

"I can't...I'm stuck...in my pants. Wow..."

Shaking her head she'd finally finish with the last remaining buttons of his shirt while he hung his head in what appeared to be the most self-defeating shame. She was, however, able to get him to his feet just long enough to get him out of his pants, leaving him wobbly there in a t-shirt and his underwear. 

"Okay, bedtime," Maddie said, giving his back a little tap. 

"Okay," he yawned, shuffling a few feet towards the turned back covers. Once he was under the blankets she put his phone on the charger but not before putting her number in his contacts, just in case.

"If you need anything, you can call me, alright? Do you remember my name?" 

"Maddie?"

"Mhm, so if you need anything, just call, okay?"

"Thank you," Quinn said, giving her one of his bashful grins from earlier in the evening. 

Maddie, standing next to him held her hair back before leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his forehead. Quinn smiled wider, snuggling deeper beneath the blankets after she turned off the light. "Good night, Prince Charming."

"Good night, Maddie. It was...I'm glad that...it was really nice to meet you." 

"It was lovely to meet you, too, Quinn. Get some sleep, okay?"

"Thank you, you too."

In the darkness of the room Maddie smiled, before turning away from her not-so secret admirer. Once the door closed behind her, she hoped he'd be alright through the night. She felt that after some good sleep he'd bounce back to his old self which was a thought that she held for herself as well. And with said thought, Maddie returned to her own room, two floors down from Quinn's, instead of returning to the reception. 

Maddie's room was much smaller than Quinn's suite, but seeing as she could only stay the one night, it was for the best, plus, she didn't have NHL money to afford the twenty-five-hundred-dollars a night charge. She undid the ankle straps of her stilettos, removed her jewelry, and slipped out of her dress. Having those heels off was such a relief but walking without them was terribly painful. 

The cold tile brought some relief, as she stood before the vanity removing her makeup. Hot steam rolled from the spa-like tub filling with water and fragrant scents behind her. By this point, it was well after 2am, and by her face in the mirror, she felt it. This bath would be well worth the wait. 

--

Forty minutes later, with her hair in a messy top-bun, Maddie stood there in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boyshorts. She was exhausted as she applied her skincare, yearning for the comforting embrace of her bed that was just around the corner. That was before her phone began to ring in the next room. There was only one person she could think of that would be calling her: Quinn. 

"Quinn?"

From the other end of the phone, a slight reverberation echoed with each word he struggled to speak. 

"I need you. Please."

"Okay, okay, I'll be there in a few minutes," she replied, worried. 

His line went dead and the phone call ended. Maddie didn't even bother putting on her leggings; just slipped on her white sneakers, grabbed her phone and sprinted down her own hallway to get to Quinn as fast as she could. The elevator took forever to open to her floor but at least it had been empty. Her acrylic nails tapped against the buttons, queuing Quinn's floor as she impatiently waited for the final stop. 

"610, 611, 612," Maddie whispered to herself, hoping she had remember the correct room number. Knocking lightly, she hoped he would hear her.

"I'm sorry," Quinn said, opening the door to her slowly. He was covered in sweat, his white shirt damp and his hair all in front of his eyes. 

"What's wrong?" No sooner had she reached for his shoulder, Quinn was turning away to stumble back to the bathroom. 

Dry heaves. The devil.

He had nothing left to lose, but his body was trying to convince him that if he didn't clear his system, he'd continue to be miserable. Maddie followed behind him, seeing him draped over the toilet, his shoulders rolled forward as his body tensed against each retching episode. 

"Oh, Quinn," she said under her breath. She knew his pain; dry heaves were almost worse than actually having to vomit: less painful. Maddie ran a washcloth beneath the cold tap and wrung it out before placing in on the back of his neck. His body shuddered against the sharp sensation which prompted her to run her hand up and down his spine for comfort and support. "You're okay." 

He started to sniffle when he pulled away, feeling awful both physically and about having her see him like this. Maddie would hand him a towel off the warmer and he buried his face in it immediately. Her sympathy for him was growing. He just looked like a little boy getting sick for the first time. 

"Want to try laying back down?"

He nodded. 

"Okay, come on, sweetheart," Maddie cooed, getting him to his feet. His fingers clung to her body without hesitation, unlike before. Now, he came off like he needed her; no longer bashful about being so close to her. "You sit right here, okay?" 

"I'll try," Quinn said, sitting back down on the edge of his bed a second time. She returned to his side with a bottle of water he had left out from earlier in the day. It wasn't full but it would serve its purpose.

"I need you to drink this, okay? Just little sips, alright?"

Quinn took the bottle and brought it to his lips several times; each time he pulled it away, he gasped for air slightly. He was still shaking; his shirt slightly damp from sweat. Maddie was standing directly in front of him, close enough for him to lean into her. When the bottle was nearly empty, Quinn reached out for her and pulled her into him; his head nestled directly between her breasts. She knew he didn't mean to be so forward, so she didn't push him away. 

"You'll be okay, Quinn, I promise," Maddie said softly, both hands lost in his hair. 

Eventually, he'd look up at her, the faint light from the harsh overhead bathroom fixture giving the bedroom enough illumination to see his expression. He looked so worried, so scared by everything going on with him in that moment. Maddie brushed the hair from his forehead; his eyelids fluttering closed each time she brushed them away. 

"Wanna lay back down?"

Quinn's brows pulled together, like he was unsure if he should or not. Maddie continued to play with his hair, her pointed nails raking against his scalp comfortably, 

"I don't want to get sick again." Quinn's voice was meek and solidified the notion that he was scared. 

"I don't think you will. I think your body knows now that everything is gone now. Let's try getting you back in bed, okay?"

He nods again, his arms falling away from her waist as she takes a step back to give him room to move, taking the bottle from him. Quinn slips back beneath the covers as Maddie covers him up to his chin. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"You're not leaving, are you?" He asked, seeing her turn away from him again. Maddie turn back, her eyes locking onto his face immediately. 

"Aw, Quinn you don't have to pout." The sight broke her heart, but she wondered if staying was really the best decision. However, looking at him beneath the covers, his dark eyes conveying immeasurable amounts of sadness, and that bottom lip. How dare he look so cute yet so heartbreakingly miserable. 

"I don't want you to go," he mumbled. 

"You're okay now, I promise."

"Please, stay?" Quinn pleaded again, this time with more emotion in his voice. 

Maddie's eyes pulled away from his face. The bed was an obvious King; too much for one person let alone two. Quinn hadn't come off like a guy who couldn't keep his hands to himself so what harm would it be to stay? 

"Okay, if you want me to say, I'll stay." She tried giving him a reassuring smile, but it didn't change his sorrowful expression. 

Climbing into the bed from the other side, Maddie got close enough to Quinn that if he needed her she was within arms reach. She didn't want to crowd him, they didn't know each other that way. Surely he'd understand, right? She'd let her eyes fall closed but they didn't remain closed for long. The feeling of Quinn's hand touching her bare leg made her flinch.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He mumbled. "I just...I didn't mean it, I just..."

Maddie didn't say anything, instead, she found his arm and followed it downward until her hand found his. Quinn gave hers a little squeeze, his heart falling back into its normal rhythm after his scare. It was all he had wanted in the end. They'd fall asleep hand-in-hand; Quinn's head facing Maddie's on their respective pillows. 

--

Hours later, way into morning, Maddie awoke to find Quinn snuggled up beside her. His stray curls had tickled her nose, pulling her from a comfortable slumber. He remained asleep as she did her best to carefully leave his side, ensuring he stayed asleep. Afterall, it was Quinn who needed to recover from the wild night of drinking, not her. 

Quiet as she could, Maddie laced up her shoes, grabbed her phone and redid her hair before slipping out of the room. She tugged at the hem of the shirt she wore as she walked, and even though it fell just below her backside, she wasn't at a frat house; this was a luxury resort... She felt dirty, like she was walking a modified walk-of-shame. Had Quinn been awake she might have asked to borrow a pair of his sweatpants or something but that just didn't happen. Maybe she could play it off like she had been in the gym or something, but though she wasn't sweating or out of breath, it might just look like a big lie. 

Thankfully for Maddie, there was no one around. Everyone still seemed to be sleeping off their hangovers which kept the halls and elevators empty. Once back inside her room, everything was like she had left it in her frantic leaving some hours prior. The lights were still on, her bed was still made, even the containers of skincare remained open and strewn about the counter like she was in the process of applying it. Looking at the mess, she couldn't believe she had just dropped everything for a guy she had just met. Granted, the way Quinn had sounded and what he had said, it had conveyed urgency. She'd spend the next hour packing and preparing to head back to Vancouver. 

--

It was the headache that had woken Quinn up. 

The curtains were still drawn, his phone was silent, and he was alone. He didn't dream about everything that had happened the night before, had he? He had met Maddie, and gotten sick, and had begged her to stay, right? They went to bed together, too? Where was she now, he wondered. Clawing his way up to rest his body weight on his forearms, he looked around the room, but there was no sign of her; no sound but the gentle whistle of the air conditioner. 

Quinn sighed, pinching his eyes shut before the buzzing of his phone on the nightstand grabbed his attention.

--

Connor: Hey bud (10:38am)

Connor: You alive? (10:38am)

Connor: Just checking in 

Didnt see you again after leaving you with maddie (10:39am)

Quinn: Yeah, I'm alive. (10:40am)

Connor: Thats good

She treat you alright? ;) (10:42am)

Quinn: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I made an ass of myself, though. 

She's the only reason I made it back to my room this morning. (10:45am)

Connor: ooooh ;) (10:45am)

Quinn: It was nothing like that. (10:47am)

Connor: Well damn, lol

You get sick? (10:48am)

Quinn: Yes. (10:49am)

Connor: On her? (10:54am)

Quinn: No, but I have a feeling I said some things I shouldn't have. (10:56am)

Connor: Oh im sure shes okay (10:58am)

Quinn: Hopefully. 

I need to get up and shower. What are you guys doing today? (11:01am)

Connor: Sounds good

Come meet us downstairs for brunch (11:09am)

Quinn: I'll see you in a few. (11:11am)

--

Quinn let his phone from his hand into the duvet as he laid on his back once his conversation with Connor had concluded. He had no strength to get out of bed and get in the shower, though he knew the hot water would likely bring him some comfort. Several minutes passed before he finally threw the covers aside and left the warm embrace of the linens. 

Before he made it to the bathroom, in the small closet area, Quinn noticed his suit hung up and his dress shoes on the rack below it. He hadn't expected to see everything so nice, so tenderly cared for. Maddie really had taken care of him from the moment she had met him. Normally, he would have smiled to himself at such a kindness, but instead Quinn found himself with an opposite emotion. He should have been able to do everything she had done for him on his own. Instead, he was ashamed of everything and dreaded hearing of anything he didn't remember. 

Hanging his head, Quinn entered the bathroom and hoped the hot steam would erase his lingering shame. 

--

"Maddie! You're not leaving us, are you?" Sarah, the bride of the whole affair said, seeing her best friend walking past their private, outdoor dining area. The chateau had no shortage of stunning views, outdoor patios, and grand interior decorating. Maddie was sad to be leaving after essentially just arriving, and considering she hadn't even turned back the blankets of her bed, it was shame to just pack up and leave, but she had other obligations. 

Maddie stopped and gave a sorrowful expression to her childhood friend. "I've gotta get back to the city, babe!"

"Not even for brunch and mimosas? You literally just got here!" Sarah got up from her table and made her way to where Maddie had stopped. They met in a hug and Sarah hoped she could still convince her friend to stay just a little longer. 

"Yeah, I know, and I want to stay, but I just have so much to do. It was so hard for me to even get yesterday off! I have over a dozen appointments a day right now. I'm working twelves just to make my numbers." 

Sarah pouted, both because she hadn't been convincing enough and also because she hated to hear how over-worked her bestie was. "Well, we'll have to meet up sometime when you have a minute. I miss you, girlie!"

"I miss you, too!" Maddie responded, giving Sarah another loving hug. 

"You be careful! Text me when you get home, please!"

"Oh, absolutely, I'd like that. And Connor, you take care of her for me!" Maddie threatened playfully. Connor returned comments of assurance before giving his well-wishes as well. She didn't like goodbyes, but thankfully they were all around Vancouver and it was easy enough to make plans. Maddie would just have to survive wedding season first. 

"Well, we'll let you go! Please, be careful!"

"I will. Love you," Maddie said, with one final goodbye.

"We love you, too!"

Before Maddie left, Connor left the table to give her his personal farewells. His hug was tighter than Sarah's but it came with a meaning.

"Hey, thanks for taking care of Quinn the other night. I appreciate it."

Maddie pulled away, and looked upon his face with confusion. "He told you about that?"

"Yeah, and he was pretty embarrassed. I just wanted to thank you. I don't think anyone else would have done that."

She gave him a slight nod, a silent agreement between the two of them. Maddie waved back to the table once they parted ways and turned back towards the direction of the main lobby. At the same time she was leaving, Quinn rounded the corner and stopped when he saw her. Those legs, bare beneath the pale, floral sundress she was wearing; the same ones he vaguely remembered touching by accident. The dread came flooding in once again, remembering bits and pieces of things he had done that morning. She was leaving and he found himself feeling sad yet he was unable to do anything but watch her go. It was only after she was out of sight that he forced himself to walk again.

"Ah, there he is!" Connor teased, seeing Quinn finally darken the patio doorway. "You just missed Maddie. You know, if you hurry you might be able to apologize to her before she leaves."

Quinn looked down and sighed. It would take him a second to take his seat at their table. 

"It's alright, bud, we all do stupid shit around pretty girls sometimes."

Sarah gave her husband's arm a slight tap, "Baby! Don't tease him like that! That's not nice!" 

"Oh, he's fine, but you should have seen him, though. I don't think he blinked the whole time we stood there." 

"Connor! Stop it!" By now, Sarah was trying not to laugh. 

"Is she still dating the Henrik Lundqvist looking guy?" Connor asked, taking a slightly more serious turn with the conversation.

"Who, Jared? No, they split a year ago or something," Sarah recollected before taking a sip of her champagne drink. "I couldn't stand that guy. He was a pretentious asshole."

"Wasn't he a lawyer or something?"

"I think so, yeah. I mean, I know what she saw in him, but Christ. She's better off."

"Now's your chance, Quinny! Next year, it's your wedding we'll be going to if you play your cards right!" 

"Ha, yeah, okay," he mumbled, his eyes scanning the morning's specials instead of interacting directly with the couple.

"I don't see Quinn the type to get engaged and married within a year," Sarah said, looking upon the young man with a smile, a hint of mischief in her eyes. Of course, she'd love to see her best friend find a great guy to be with, but she wasn't sure if Quinn was that fit either. 

"I don't know, you should have seen how he looked at her, babe. It looked like love at first sight to me." 

"I'm sitting right here," Quinn said in a huff, starting to get annoyed with the constant berating. 

"Alright, alright! Fair enough," Connor chuckled.

Quinn's mind was racing like his heart in his chest. He still felt terrible about everything he had done, that other people knew, and that Maddie's opinion of him was probably terrible. He'd sit with Connor and Sarah through brunch, mostly hearing them talk, occasionally including him when needed. His mind was elsewhere: replaying the night before, wondering what he could do to rectify the past situation, and wondering if he'd ever see the tall brunette that called him Prince Charming, again. 

After brunch, Quinn would remember that he had her phone number. By then, however, she would be hitting  

--

Quinn: Hey, I'm really sorry about last night. 

I hope I didn't do anything to offend you last night. (1:15pm)

Quinn: I feel awful about everything. 

You were very kind to me, through everything. (1:25pm}

Quinn: I'm sorry if I'm rambling and bothering you. (1:27pm)

Quinn: I'd love to make it up to you, if you'd let me. (1:31pm)

Quinn: I know you're busy with work right now, but if you have some free time, may I take you to dinner sometime? (1:33pm)

Quinn: I'm sure you're still driving.

Sorry to keep messaging you. (1:37pm)

Maddie: You don't have anything to apologize for. <3 I'm just hoping you're feeling better! (2:45pm)

Maddie: Dinner sounds nice, but you don't have to do that just because you're sorry. (2:45pm)

Quinn: I'm tired, but I'm okay. Thank you. Did you make it home okay? (2:46pm)

Quinn: I am sorry about my actions, but I honestly would like to take you out. Genuinely. (2:46pm)

Maddie: :) You're sweet!

And yes, just got in, thanks. (2:53pm)

Quinn: That's good. (2:55pm)

Quinn: Hope you have a good afternoon and evening. (3:25pm)

Maddie: Sorry! My phone died! I didn't realize what my battery was on! D: (3:50pm)

Quinn: It's okay. (3:51pm)

Maddie: I'll let you know by the end of the week what my schedule looks like.

I'm already a day behind so I've a lot of catching up to do! :/ 

Where do you want to go for dinner? ;) (3:55pm)

Quinn: No rush. It sounds like a lot.

How do you feel about sushi? (3:58pm)

Maddie: It's my favourite! :D 🩷🩷🩷(4:05pm)

Quinn: Mine, too. 

I'll make it up to you, I promise. (4:09pm)

Maddie: Nothing to make up for, Quinn. <3 Promise. 

Take it easy, okay? (4:12pm)

Quinn: Okay, I'll try. 

Have a good evening. (4:19pm)

I really worked hard on this daydream; days of brainstorming and note making. I hope at least one of you enjoys it. c: I can't guarantee a consistent posting schedule but I will do my best to get a couple out each month, as they tend to be a little on the longer side.

If you have any requests for stand-alone blurbs, please don't hesitate to reach out in my Asks.

[pineconepie]

what do each of them smell like?

Octavian - lavender, cashmere, cyclamen

Vincent - patchouli, cedar, leather

Indigo - fishy </3

Magnus - earthy, anise, smoky

Seradiel - clove, vanilla, rose

Kezareth - amber, lime, smoke

Warren - antiseptic, cardamom, saffron

Blair - nothing since she's a ghost,,,,

Solaris - mandarin, ginger, pepper

Cullen - lily, guaiac wood, lemongrass

August - citron, freesia, cinnamon

Castor - clean linen, heliotrope, mint

Ellis - jasmine, raspberry, sage

Hugo - suede, cherry blossom, caramel

Dante - sandalwood, vetiver, gunpowder

Anevra - moss, ylang ylang, kind of dusty just from cave life

Cecil - coriander, maple, dark chocolate

Lux - frankincense, myrrh, charred wood

Winter - pine, firewood, hot cocoa

Spring - rosemary, lilac, petrichor

Summer - sea breeze, sunscreen, aloe

Autumn - pumpkin spice, caramel, nutmeg

Sianet - soap, lavender, clean laundry

Cassian - sweet, burnt wood, petrichor

Winslow - soil, pine, thyme

Rune - ozone, lavender, warm resin

[rheya28]

Windenburg Train Station [Restaurant + Cafe ] ♥ The Sims 4: Build // CC

➽ Speed Build Video

➽ Rheya's Notes:

Hi guys, Today I present to you The Windenburg Train Station located in Windslar. This train station is known for it's Classical Architecture and beautiful historic interiors that has been conserved for decades. While the interior was updated with modern furniture's, the overall structure and essence of the building remains the same. Located inside is a 5 star restaurant, "Florentine," and a café, "Stella's Cafe," where sims can dine and lounge while waiting. The Windenburg Train Station is a multifunctional lot athat can be set as a restaurant or a Cafe. Some Spaces were left empty as I did not want to overly clutter the space with too many custom content. Feel free to decorate it! Considering that this is a multifunctional lot, I recommend downloading LittleMsSam's Lock Door mod to lock doors in community lots. This will give you more control of the space. If you want your sims to specifically be seated inside the restaurant, I suggest locking the doors to the cafe and other parts of the building.

➽ Important Notes:

● Please make sure to turn bb.moveobjects on! ● Please DO NOT reupload or claim as your own. ● Feel free to tag me if you are using it, I love seeing my build in other peoples save file ● Feel free to edit/tweak my builds, but please make sure to credit me as the original creator! ● Thank you to all CC Creators ● Please let me know if there's any problem with the build

➽ Lot Details

Lot Name: The Windenburg Train Station Lot Type: Restaurant & Cafe Lot size: 64x64 Location: Winslar, Windenburg

➽ Mods:

TOOL MOD by TwistedMexi

➽ CC List:

Note: I reuse a lot of the same cc in all my builds, specifically cc's from felixandre, HeyHarrie, Tuds, and Pierisim so if you're interested in downloading past, present, future build from me i suggest getting all their cc sets to make downloading a little easier! other creators include Sooky, Charlypancakes, Sixam, Thecluttercat, Myshunosun, awingedllama, Peacemaker, kiwisim4. This will also ensure that the lots are complete and are not missing any items upon downloading !

Awingedllama: Boho Living, Apartment Therapy, Nostalgia Living

Sooky: Paintings (all)

Felixandre x Harrie: Baysic, Jardane, livin Rum, Orjanic, Kichen

Caiocc: Cozy Set up

Charly Pancakes: Munch, Maple & S Construction, Lighthouse Collection, Chalk, Miscellenea, Modish, Slouch

FelixAndre: Chateau, Berlin, Colonial, Florence, Gatsby, Georgian, Gothic Revival, Grove, Kyoto, London, November 2017 set, Paris, Shop the look Season 2, Florence, Berlin

Harrie: Heritage, Coastal, Brownstone, Kwatei, Octave, Shop the look, Spoons

Kaiso: Rusti.co

Kiwisim4: Blockhouse Dining

Little DicaL Countryside Cabin, Greasy Goods, Rise & Grind, Roman Holiday

Madame Ria: Basic Luxe Kitchen, Cottage Living Wallpaper addon solid colours no wood,

Mycupofcc: Maple Manor

TheCluttercat: Dandy Diary, Sunny Sundae

Myshunosun : Daria, Dawn Living, Herbalist Kitchen

Peacemaker: Hamptons, Mina Kitchen

Pierisim: Autie Vera, Coldbrew, David Apartment, Domain Du Clos, MCM, Oak House, The office, Tilable, Winter Garden

Charlypancakes x Pierisim: Precious Promises

The plumbob Tea society: Cottage Garden

mlysmakescc: Pufferhead

Surelysims: Office space

Sixam: Hotel Bedroom

Tuds: Cave, Cross, IND

Taurus Design: Angela Bedroom, Lilith Chilling Areas

Whos is Sage: SImply striking Kitchen

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[damnedsoulsneedsleep]

ABOUT LUX

FULL NAME:  FRIST NAME REDACTED  ASH / LUX 

NICKNAMES: PETITE FLAMME/MON ANGE (by Sage), BLOOD OF THE MORNING STAR, BANE OF HEAVEN, HELL’S EDGE, LUCIFER’S SWORD, HEAVENLY FLAME 

PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

SEXUALITY: QUEER 

AGE: 17 YO (SOUL IS 414 YO)

EYE COLOR: HAZEL  / GOLD

HAIR COLOR: BLONDE

SPECIES: MIRACLE AND TRUE NEPHILIM

FAMILY (biological father) SAGE (biological mother) MIRABELLE  (adoptive mother in the 1600s and stepmom today) NYX (grandfather) LUCIFER

PLACE OF RESIDENCE: EARTH // DARK DIMENSION

OCCUPATION: HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT // HEIR OF THE DARK DIMENSION

LANGUAGES: ENGLISH, FRENCH, CELESTIAL, DEMONIC

tw:  story contains topics such as abuse, religious trauma, illness

BIOGRAPHY

Growing up, they never really felt like they belonged. As a baby, they were found in a basket on the steps of a church, with a note signed with a G that said the child has no father. They’re adopted by a religious family who affectionately called them their miracle. At the age of 5, THEY MANIFESTED A MAGIC AFFINITY FOR FIRE, which scared the hell out of their very religious adoptive parents. Somehow, they ended up being raised by witches who’d heard of the couple planning to exorcise their child. Most witches said they sucked at being a witch. They’d internalized her previous adoptive parents’ fear of magic and instead of helping them overcome their traumatic past, they simply decided the kid was broken and basically made a maid out of them. 

Over time, THEIR INTERNALIZED PHOBIA OF MAGIC ATE AWAY AT THEIR IMMUNE SYSTEM. They were gonna die young (15) but a miracle happened in the form of a redhead man with golden eyes  who fed them his blood. They asked him who he was and he said I guess I’m a guardian angel. They told her witch family about it. They immediately thought a vampire had corrupted their soul but the kid was adamant it wasn’t the case. They’d felt the man meant no harm. No one believed them. And they never saw that man again.

But then, they started to be plague by NIGHTMARES, even in their waking hours. Bright beings with wings, others with horns and onyx eyes, lands of shadow and fire. ONE OF THESE VISIONS LED THEM TO PULL THE FIRE ALARM OF THEIR SCHOOL. 

FACTS

DESPITE BEING A SECOND GENERATION NEPHILIM, THEY ARE AS POWERFUL AS A FIRST GENERATION NEPHILIM. Sage originally believed them to be the descendant of the biological child he had 414 years ago but they turn out to possess, by some miracle, the exact same soul as the very child he didn’t get to raise.

Favorite flower is the dandelion. Because dandelions are free, wild and you can’t buy them. 

THEY TURNED OUT TO BE ONE OF THE BEST FENCERS OF THEIR SCHOOL TEAM, even though they claim they’re not much of a fighter. They quickly picked up on it (some ancient angelic fighting reflexes actually kicked in).

THEY HATES FIGHTING AND THE IDEA OF EVER HARMING SOMEONE. 

They can’t get drunk, at least not with alcohol from the earth plane. 

THEIR BLOOD CAN HEAL ALL CREATURES, including angels and demons, only when given freely. Otherwise it is like poison to both angels and demons that come in contact with it. It is the HEAVENLY FLAME’s own protection system against those who wish to take that power for themselves.

[running2revelation]

💋 ( from sage!!!! 👉👈 )

💋 2/5

Sage wasn’t used to the nervousness that shot through him as he merely contemplated the impulse. He sat up from where he was lying in the other-realm’s grass, looking at Pure Vanilla Cookie, who looked at him curiously - he’d been quiet too long.

“I had a thought, would you mind if I indulged it?” He asked, and admittedly he didn’t wait for an answer before he leaned in, putting a hand on Pure Vanilla’s back and placed a chaste kiss on Pure Vanilla’s lips.

The anxiety spiked - that was probably a bad idea.

[marvelshifter111]

Fairycore scripting pack 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

Names 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

– Earth fairies 𐦍

Female: Ivy, Lenora, Poppy, Fleur, Luvie, Rue. 𖧧

Male: Oak, Eric, Flynn, Evander, Finn, Griffin. 𖧧

Unisex: Sage, Rowan, Briar, Arrow, Rook, Hunter

– Water fairies 𐦍

Female: Nerida, Lirael, Calara, Nimue, Talassa, Calypso. 𖧧

Male: Caspian, Nerin, Thale, Azor, Octavian, Nokoa

Unisex: Rain, Cove, Solen, River, Ocean, Kai. 𖧧

– Fire fairies 𐦍

Female: Seraphina, Emberlyn, Cyra, Kenna, Idalia

Male: Enver, Ciro, Savero, Sirius, Rubeus, Aiden. 𖧧

Unisex: Blaze, Ash, Sol, Flare, Ardere, Skyfire. 𖧧

– Air fairies 𐦍

Female: Zephyra, Aria, Caelina, Windelle, Nuala. 𖧧

Male: Zephyr, Soren, Elion, Kylo, Lani, Auralei. 𖧧

Unisex: Breeze, Gale, Sky, Aeris, Nimbus, Ciren. 𖧧

– Ice/winter fairies 𐦍

Female: Eira, Icelynn, Isa, Aneira, Glacielle, Nevara

Male: Frost, Cryen, Eiric, Valtor, Hailen. 𖧧

Unisex: Snow, Flake, Ice, Glace, Lumi, North. 𖧧

– Light/sun fairies 𐦍

Female: Solaria, Liora, Elenia, Sunny, Halia, Dawn

Male: Lucien, Solan, Deyan, Helios, Sanson, Elio. 𖧧

Unisex: Sun, Shine, Lux, Halo, Aster, Goldie. 𖧧

– Shadow/moon fairies 𐦍

Female: Lunara, Selene, Moonette, Nyxie, Morla

Male: Umbren, Noctus, Lioren, Erevan, Sylrik 𖧧

Unisex: Moon, Shade, Umbra, Nox, Moony, Knight

– Flower/seasonal fairies 𐦍

Female: Rose, Poppy, Aurora, Lily, Florinette, Willow. 𖧧

Male: Thoran, Arlow, Carnation, Oleander, Dandelion, Hawthorne. 𖧧

Unisex: Bloom, Lark, Floral, Flo, Clover, Fern. 𖧧

Last names: Starfell, Nightbloom, Grimhollow, Ironcrest, Moonfen, Starveil, Celestala, Whisperlock, Nightshade, Sunshine, Frostwillow, Spellbroom, Duskryn, Dawnell, Ashthorn, Zephyros, Elowencrest, Arlindor, Blackvein, Ironwing. 𖧧

Things that are so you 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Key motifs: Wings, sparkles, pixie/fairy dust. 𖧧

Key colours: Pastel colours, yellow, pink, blue, green, white, cream, earth tones. 𖧧

Key values: Tranquility, appreciating old fairytales and folklore, remembering childhood. 𖧧

Going for walks. Picking wild berries such as raspberries and blueberries. Pressing flowers. Making flower crowns. Playing harmless pranks on people. Scavenging or searching for shiny objects. Gardening. Embroidery, sewing, or knitting. Reading. Writing. Drawing. Baking. Collecting rocks, seashells, and sticks. DIY projects, such as making book nooks, wood paintings... Singing and dancing. Frolicking in nature. Having tea parties outside. Bows and ribbons. Lace and sheer fabrics. Flowy dresses. Glittery, shimmery, or glowing makeup. Slippers, open-toe shoes, or sometimes no shoes at all. Shoes made to look like they’re made of flowers or leaves. Hair worn in messy buns and braids. Puffy dresses. Elf ears. Fairy wings. High knee socks. Fingerless gloves. Sweaters/cardigans. Tunics. 𖧧

– powers: general fairy powers, earth fairies, water fairies, air fairies, fire fairies, ice fairies, light fairies, shadow fairies, flower fairies 𖧧

World building 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

– In this DR you could live in 𖧧

– a forest

Forest name ideas: Starr Grove, Hidden-Petal Covert, Owl Glade, Broken Woodlands, Mossy-Moon Bog, Moon Grove, Emerald Woodlands, Hidden-Rose Forest, Velvet Pines, Crystal Woods, Broken-Moon Grove, Hidden-Angel Glade, Whispering-Lily Woodlands. 𖧧

Story ideas: Falling in love with a human that got lost in the forest. Meeting some humans from the town nearby. Hanging out with them and learning their ways and teaching them your ways. 𖧧

– a fairy village

Village name ideas: Lumidell, Wisperra, Feyglade, Lilitwood, Glindara, Qixle, Flitterfern, Nightspark, Pollenveil, Lunara, Emberpetal, Starbloom, Flutterby, Glowcrest, Mistwood, Thormere. 𖧧

Story ideas: Having a bakery, café, bookshop or library. Romance with a blacksmith or a knight. (Idk, flowershop owner x tattoo artist vibes). 𖧧

– a kingdom where each type of fairies has territory and a court 𖧧

– a kingdom, but each type of fairies has their own kingdom 𖧧

Story ideas: Being a fairy royal. Being a spy for a court/kingdom. Enemies to lovers with a fairy from a rival court/kingdom. Or just living a cute life in a kingdom like this... 𖧧

Teacups give advices. A forests hum lullabies. A bakery that bakes memories into tea cakes. A bookshop where book characters step out for a cuppa. A pond that reflects your happiest memories. Fairies have to paint flowers and butterfly wings. A rainbow that you can climb into clouds. A rocking chair that tells you stories. A sleepy coastal town where the sea leaves gifts at your doorstep. Scars glow under moonlight. Fallen stars are scattered around the world. 𖧧

Aesthetic inspired things to script | Masterlist

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ one syllable name masterlist ( below the cut is #181 one syllable first names. they are a mixture of feminine, masculine and neutral names, but please use as you see fit. please like / reblog if you found useful. )

air

anne

art

ash

ayn

banks

bay

bear

beck

bee

bell

ben

bess

birch

bird

blair

blaise

bliss

blue

blythe

bo

bram

branch

bree

britt

brock

brooke

brooks

cal

cale

carl

cash

cat

ceil

chance

charles

chris

clare

clay

cole

cort

cove

crew

cy

dale

dan

dane

dash

dax

day

dean

dove

drew

dune

elle

eve

faith

fay

fern

finn

firth

fox

frank

frost

gael

gage

grant

gray

greer

gus

gwen

hal

hank

hayes

hope

huck

hugh

jack

jade

james

jane

jay

jett

joan

joe

john

joy

jude

june

kai

kate

kay

kent

kerr

king

kit

knox

lake

land

lane

lark

lee

leith

lou

love

lux

luz

mac

mae

max

maeve

mark

maude

max

miles

nash

nate

neil

nell

north

nyx

oak

paige

paul

pax

pearl

penn

pierce

pike

poe

price

psalm

puck

quinn

ralph

ray

reed

reese

rex

rose

roy

ruth

sage

saint

sam

sean

seth

shane

shay

sim

sloane

snow

storm

tai

tate

tay

tess

thad

tom

true

truth

ty

vale

van

vaughn

vern

wade

walt

wes

west

whit

will

win

wolf

wren

wynn

yahn

zack

zane

zeke

zen

[jeanchrisosme]

"Il n’y a pas d’école pour apprendre à vivre…" Ce que je vais te dire, aucun professeur ne te l’enseignera. Il n’existe pas de manuel pour traverser les années. La vie… tu l’apprends sur le terrain, par les blessures, les pertes, les silences, et les absences qui font plus mal que des coups. Moi, j’ai vu des soleils se coucher sur des rêves que j’aimais. J’ai vu des gens que j’aurais défendus au péril de ma vie me tourner le dos sans un mot. J’ai pleuré dans l’ombre pour sourire en plein jour, et j’ai compris que la dignité, parfois, c’est juste continuer sans faire de bruit. Je ne suis pas sage parce que j’ai lu des livres. Je suis sage parce que j’ai vécu. Parce que j’ai failli tout perdre, et que j’ai tenu bon quand tout me disait de lâcher. Écoute-moi bien… Tu apprendras que pardonner, ce n’est pas être faible, c’est être libre. Tu comprendras que les gens ne changent pas, ils se révèlent. Et tu verras que ceux qui t’aiment vraiment n’ont pas besoin de beaucoup de mots. Ils restent. Simplement. Il y a des vérités qu’on n’accepte qu’avec le temps : Ce n’est pas tout le monde qui va t’aimer. Et ce n’est pas grave. Ce n’est pas tout le monde qui va te comprendre. Et ce n’est pas une erreur. Mais toi, tiens-toi droit. Sois vrai. Sois juste. Sois humain. Le respect, c’est le dernier luxe de notre époque. La fidélité, une rareté. Et la sagesse, un trésor caché dans les cœurs usés par la vie. Alors… vis. Tombe, mais relève-toi. Aime, même si ça fait mal. Et surtout… Marche avec l’âme en paix, car c’est la seule richesse que la vieillesse ne te volera jamais.

[buntress]

‧⁺˖⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Moth ID Pack ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧

[PT :: Moth ID Pack]

Notes :: Mainly Masculine, made for a friend :3

‧⁺˖⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Names ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧

[PT :: Names]

Apple // Archer // Ashe // Atlas // Basil // Bug // Cinnabar // Clover // Crescent // Dusk // Eclipse // Edgar // Forrest // Fynn // Green // Grove // Hawk // Hazel // Luna // Lux // Maple // Moon // Moth // Oak // Ori // Pan // Pepper // Sage // Selene // Silver // Thorne // Yu

‧⁺˖⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Pronouns ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧

[PT :: Pronouns]

Ae // Aem || Bug // Bugs || Cae // Caem || Ey // Em || Flutter // Flutters || Hawk // Hawks || Hy // Hym || Lace // Laces || Leaf // Leaves || Lu // Lum || Moon // Moons || Mo // Moths || Ny // Nyx | Sie // Hir || Silk // Silks || Thon // Thons || Ve // Vir || Wing // Wings

‧⁺˖⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Titles ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧

[PT :: Titles]

The Fluttering One // [prn] Who Goes Towards Light // [prn] To A Flame // Child of the Moon // The Fluffy Flyer // The Moon(s) Lover // [prn] Who Flutters // The Light Dancer // The Moth[gndr]

‧⁺˖⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ System Names ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧

[PT :: System Names]

The Hive // The Flutter // The Kaleidoscope Cluster // The Tree Huggers // The Night March // The Lunar League // The Swarm // The Soft System // The Light Dancers // Buggy Bros

‧⁺˖⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Genders ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧

[PT :: Genders]

Angel Moth Boy // Blackmothic // Cozymoth // Crepumothic // Cutemothic // Dustgender // Invimothwindow // Lunaplushic // Mariphosial // Modemiamasc // Mothbodiment // Mothboy // Mothdarling // Mothdeic // Mothgender // Mothikeria // Mothlexic // Mothrogender // Mothspinnic // Mothstimmic // Moththing // Mothuline // Mothypic // Mushmooncryptic // Mushmothnightsec // Noxmothmasic // Poodleplushic // Rosyplushic

‧⁺˖⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Other Labels ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧

[PT :: Other Labels]

Aldermoth // Assigned Moth At Birth // Moth/Moths Pronouns // Moth Alter // Moth Emsoul // Mothkin // Mothnatured // Moth Omninoun // Moth Rankesque // Mothstelic // Moth System // Mothvesil // Mothvior // Mothvita // Multimothstelic // Tinumiaffectis