#she has the bicolored eyes

[txtsfrmth-morgue]

Are you a shmoopity-boop? Are you a shmoopity-boop *and* a gobbley-gook? That’s quite the resume!

[skiiyoomin]

Potential on Actually writing the gangbang?

I'm sorry if you don't want to but if you want to I'd like it be older au (Like mid 20-early 30) if you can and with Kirishima,bakugou,midoriya,shoto?

And you can add more if you want:)

If you just want too!!

Thank youu if you do

– jUNA:]

ʚft.Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima

ʚCont: SMUT, p in v, gangbang!! double penetration, cunnilingus, blowjob, creampie, anal, reader has female anatomy, smut with no plot, aged up characters (mid 20s), Kirishima and reader are in an established relationship ⤑Back to navigation

a/n this has been rotting in my inbox for MONTHS, im so sorry for the long wait but its here at last! also, ive never written something like this so if its a little shitty im sorry i tried

You´re not very sure how you ended up in this situation. Scratch that, you do know, you just never thought it´d actually happen. It all started when your sweet boyfriend, Eijiro, suggested spicing things up in bed by having a gangbang. Admittedly, it took you by surprise that he´d be into that sort of thing, but how he had painted it so vividly in your mind made it hard to deny how arousing it was.

So that´s how you found yourself laid back on the mattress, completely bare and writhing under the dark lustful gazes of four pairs of eyes. The apples of your cheeks were decorated a rosy pink, both from arousal and from the embarrassment of being exposed to so many eyes.

"We haven´t done anything and she´s already dripping wet"

Izuku coos, his green eyes trailing over your body in a way that has you clenching around nothing. A needy whine rumbles from your throat as you attempt to close your legs, but a familiar calloused hand takes hold of your thigh, forcing your legs to stay spread open.

"Don´t close your legs sweet girl, let us see you" The warmth of Eijiros hand on your skin fills you with a sense of comfort, easing you into a more relaxed position on the bed. He crawls over onto your side, sliding his hand up to your chin as he places his lips over yours.

Izuku takes your other side, peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders. His lips curl into a smug grin from your gasp when he kisses the juncture between your neck and shoulder. Eijiro takes advantage of this to slide his tongue into your warm cavern, twirling his tongue with yours in a lazy dance.

A pair of warm lips wrap around a perk nipple, while fingers play with the other, making your head dizzy with stimulation. It´s not until you take a breather from the intense make-out with Eijiro, that you look down to see Katsukis blonde locks and his lips wrapped around the skin of your breasts. He´s relentless with the hickeys he leaves on your smooth skin but it only turns you on more.

Another gasp escapes your swollen lips when Shoto takes place between your thighs and slides his warm tongue up your inner thigh. Close, but not close enough to your dripping core. Without thinking, you grab hold of his bicolored locks and push his head towards your needy cunt. "So needy" He chuckles, yet he doesn´t waste a second in pressing his tongue flat on your slit. The deep guttural groan that leaves his lips vibrates against your pussy, making you moan from the slight stimulation.

He takes his time tasting you, sliding his tongue inside your hole and sucking your swollen bud. But your attention is from him to Izuku, who grabs your chin and forces your head to him. You don´t have time to focus on his soft lips before he slides his tongue into your mouth, your teeth clashing together in a heated make-out.

The familiar knot in your stomach tightens as Shoto continues to thrust his tongue into your tight entrance. Occasionally his nose rubs against your clit, making your mind go insane with pleasure. But just as you´re about to reach your first orgasm of the night, Katsukis gruff voice intervenes"Move over icyhot, I want a taste" He pushes a pussy drunk Shoto back, his chin glistening with your arousal. Rough hands flip you over onto your stomach, raising your hips so your ass is in the air.

Unlike Shoto, who took his time tasting you, Katsuki ate you out like a starved man having his last meal. His hands are on your ass, spreading them apart while he has you spread open for him to devour. "Fuuuuck ya taste so good doll"

You´d moan into the pillows if you could, but Eijiro grabs a fistful of your hair and forces you into all fours. He taps the angry red tip of his cock against your red lips coaxing you to open your mouth. Obediently, you grab the base of his thick length, taking what you can in your mouth. Eijiro gives you a moment to get used to the feeling but soon his pleasure overrides his patience and his thrusts turn more animalistic. He throws his head back with a groan when you gag around his cock, your throat clenching around him. Tears threaten to fall down your cheeks from the soreness of your slack jaw and the almost painful feeling of his cock down your throat. The pain mixed with the pleasure of Katsukis tongue flicking your clit is enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, the tears spilling from your eyes.

Just as Eijiro was about to cum, he pulls out with a groan "Not yet doll, I wanna cum inside you" Your heavy breaths slow down for a moment, but once again, the knot in your stomach tightens, making your breath hitch. Katsuki seemed to sense this too because he pulled away, smirking at your whine from being edged twice. He sits up to line his aching hard cock to your entrance "Been dreamin´ ´bout this pussy for the longest time" He groans while sheathing himself inside you, stretching your inside open. He´s big and with him inside you, it felt like being full to the brim. "ngh too big!"

He pulls back almost completely before slamming back in with a loud groan. "You can take it pretty girl" he sighs while fastening his pace. The sounds of your mewls, the skin slapping on skin and the squelching of your cunt sound pornographic. The view must be just as erotic because Shoto was sitting back, stroking his cock shamelessly at an agonizingly slow pace.

Izuku takes place at your front, easing his cock into your mouth. You moan around him, running your tongue along the protruding veins. "You´re taking us so well~" He coos sweetly, contrasting the rough pace of his cock down your throat. All you can do is moan in reply, satisfied by the twitch of his dick that sits heavy on your tongue.

Katsukis heavy balls slapping against your clit have you reaching your peak fast, and this time your allowed release. The vice grip of your gummy walls on his cock has him spurting his warm seed inside you, adding to the pleasure of your mind-blowing orgasm. Izuku isn´t too far off, thrusting a few more times before shooting his milky white cum down your throat. He watches with a hungry gaze as you swallow, sticking your tongue out to show you swallowed every last drop. "What a good girl"

When the high subsides, Katsuki pulls out his softening member from your sensitive pussy, giving it one last slap before pulling back. You´d barely regained your breath when Shoto pulled you up on your knees. "Think you can go again?" He asks while pressing lingering kisses on your neck, though you were so fucked out you could barely manage a coherent response.

He doesn´t wait, slipping his cock into your overstimulated cunt. The feeling makes you cry out in both pain and pleasure, but the way he was bouncing you on his cock was too good for you to use the safe word. A hard chest presses against your back, his rough hands resting on your waist. Eijiro nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck. "Can you take two?" He muses as if the mere thought was amusing to him. "Fuck please Eijiro, need you" You cry out, both from the pleasure of Shotos cock pounding into you, and the thought of taking Eijiro at the same time.

He obliges, pressing his tip against your other hole. Slowly he pushes in, splitting you open as you all but scream out. You´ve never felt so full in your life. The feeling of both of your holes being stretched open has your mind reeling in a hazy fucked-out daze. When Shoto and Eijiro move in sync, your breath disappears from your lungs, your mouth drops into an `o´ and your eyes cross from pleasure. The air is hot and heavy as both men fuck you, squishing you between them and leaving you breathless. Air is overrated anyway.

You´re soon reaching your second orgasm, the twitching of their cocks inside you meaning they wouldn´t last too long either. "M´ gonna cum" You manage to whine out. "We know doll" Shoto captures your lips into a kiss just as you reach your peak, your body shuddering violently while you clench around them. They follow after you, spilling their cum inside until it overflows and drips down your thighs.

"You did so good" "Such a good girl" They praise, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. They lay your hickey and sweat covered body down on the mattress. You huff tiredly "It felt good"

[strawberryg-cake]

When it rains... Albedo | Tighnari | Kazuha x reader (separately)

Category(?): Mostly fluff + spicy, so if you are a minor, please skip this one.

Hi! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ. Strawberry here again, it has been raining a lot in my country lately so I got the idea thanks to the horrible weather that ruined my last week of vacations from college... Anyways, I hope you like this one, enjoy! ♡

Pd: The only one that doesn't have a mini oneshot? It's Kazuha, but I just didn't want to make him look meh so I didn't add it, sorry (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠).

Pd (2): Albedo's one is a bit longer, I just got inspired bc I love my eternal genshin crush a bit too much. ごめんなさい(_ _;).

✧. ┊    POV:

"It's one of those days when the weather suddenly changes from sunny to pouring rain in the blink of an eye. You're alone with him—what kinds of things are the two of you doing together?"

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❀ When it rains... Tighnari likes to cuddle with you. He wouldn’t even realize he wanted to at first, but due to his hybrid genes—which he’d be quick to point out if you dared tease or ask—he’d end up seeking you out and wrapping you in bed with him.

❀ His tail would curl around your waist, and his arms wouldn’t do anything other than hug you and keep you close. It’s probably the way his body and instincts tell him to seek warmth and stay near his mate. He might even use your shoulder as a pillow.

❀ If you dared to caress his soft, fluffy ears, he might let out a sound he’d never admit to making… Yes, he purred—but don’t you dare mention it, lol.

❀ Eventually, he’ll kiss you and start teasing you a bit—just because Tighnari enjoys seeing your reactions and how your sweet scent shifts to something deeper, more intense. “W-why was that?” Your ears are already red, and you try to put some distance between you two to avoid dying from embarrassment—but this only makes him hug you tighter and ask, “Where do you think you’re going?” Yeah, good luck trying to get away.

❀ If you return the kiss, things will definitely get a bit spicier. His hands shift from a cute, innocent hug to something a little more exploratory—going from gently touching your face to sliding his hot, bare palms under your shirt, caressing your waist and then your back. His tail will flick once before wrapping around your thigh—an unconscious way to anchor you there. And yes, his cheeks would be just a little pink... but only a little, okay?

❀ He’ll eventually let you breathe—take a break from being wrapped up with him in bed—and head off to prepare something warm like tea. He might work on the forest rangers’ schedule or dive into his latest research while you read nearby. But don’t stray too far—if the weather gets a bit colder, he’ll definitely wrap you back in bed with him.

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There you were again, wrapped in his bed. Tighnari wasn’t the type to be clingy or seek out cuddles, so having him almost lying over you was, indeed, a surprise. His usually well-prepared attire had been swapped for something more comfortable and warm. His long, fluffy bicolor tail flicked when your hands moved from stroking his hair to gently brushing over his ears.

“Do you like it?” The tease in your voice was clear, making him lift his head slightly.

“Don’t treat me like a pet,” he replied, but the way his ears twitched at your touch—and the fact that he didn’t pull away—betrayed how much he enjoyed your hands on them. One of his ears twitched dangerously when you applied a bit more pressure with your fingers. His breath hitched, and you only smiled like an innocent girl who had no idea what she was doing.

“I would never dare to do such a thing—!”

Too late. You felt him shift, and the next thing you knew, he was over you—his lips pressed against yours, one bare hand slipping under your shirt to rest on your waist, while the other pinned your hand away from his ears. Your cheeks flushed deep red as his body pressed over yours, his tail curling around your leg like a chain.

“Much better…” Tighnari murmured against your lips, his breath slightly heavier, while your face burned with embarrassment.

“W-what do you…?” Your eyes tried to avoid his—pretty hard to do when his forehead was pressed against yours and you could already feel his breath brushing your lips. He smiled slightly.

“It’s a bit cold outside…” His voice dropped a tone, dangerously low. “I thought it’d be a good idea to raise your body temperature a little. Stay warm, you know?” The fact that he was speaking right over your lips wasn’t helping you focus.

“I-I’m already warm, thank you…” You pointed to his tail, wrapped tightly around your leg.

“It’s the fur,” he replied, as composed as ever. The way he effortlessly shifted from dominant fox to calm scholar made you laugh.

“And the genes,” you added, giggling—until his warm hand moved from your waist, slowly exploring upward, lifting your shirt just enough to leave you breathless.

There was the faintest pink on his cheeks.

“Maybe… I’m not warm enough,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. His eyes locked on yours, a smirk tugging at his lips—before his gaze darkened into something more primal, intense.

“Good,” he murmured. “I wasn’t letting you go anyway.”

Good luck. You will need it.

✧. ┊    Let's pretend this man doesn't spend 99.9% of his time at SpineDragon ok? Ok.

❀ When it rains... Albedo likes to spend his time with you—probably at his tiny, cozy house or yours. The two of you would be reading in front of the fireplace, or he’d be sketching in silence while simply enjoying your company.

❀ You’d end up talking about his latest experiment or exchanging theories about a topic you’ve both been studying. Eventually, he’d get up to make something warm—not because he particularly needs it, but because he wants to make sure you’re comfortable and warm enough.

❀ If you’re into art, Albedo would show you some of his sketches, explaining in more detail the ones related to his research and how they help deepen his understanding. That would only make him more attractive in your eyes—smart guys are hot, and Albedo? He’s a genius... even hotter.

❀ Eventually, you’d end up undoing his hair and gently running your fingers through it—maybe even massaging his scalp a little without realizing it. It’s something he finds relaxing… not that you’d notice right away, since he’s not exactly the most expressive man, if you know what I mean.

❀ “You seem to enjoy playing with my hair… Is that something I should keep in mind?” Boom. He noticed. And of course, you blushed. Being the curious man he is, Albedo would absolutely pay close attention to your body language… and while he won’t admit it out loud, he’s quite fond of your facial expressions.

❀ The way your eyes soften when you look at him, how you smile without realizing when he explains something complicated… He notices it all—and loves it. Albedo would even take mental (and physical) notes of what makes you react.

Not because he sees you as an experiment, but because he’s never felt something quite like this before. So naturally, he treats it the way he approaches anything that fascinates him—carefully, thoroughly, and always with the intent to ensure you’re comfortable.

❀ He wouldn’t seek physical contact... directly. But he’s clever, and he’d find ways to make you initiate it without even realizing. If he catches you looking at his lips, he’d lean in just slightly. If you do the same, he’d tilt his head a bit more—and before you know it, you’re kissing him.

❀ His hands would start on your cheeks, gentle and deliberate. But if things escalate and you end up on top of him, his hands would move to your waist—holding you close, but never forcing. Like I said, this man is hyper-aware of your reactions, and he would never want to make you uncomfortable.

❀ Also, he wouldn’t deny how much he enjoys the feel of your lips on his, your body pressed against his, your hands tangled in his pale blond hair... or how you reacted when he applied just a bit of pressure to your waist. He didn’t dislike any of it—in fact, he found it quite enjoyable. An experiment he’d very much like to continue... to explore every new reaction and response you give him.

❀ Almost unconsciously, one of his hands would drift to your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. And if you noticed and got flustered, he’d glance down and say, “Oh—my apologies... Would you like me to move it?” Because, of course, Albedo respects your boundaries. But if you don’t say yes, he’ll leave it there—his thumb slowly stroking your skin, making you acutely aware of his touch. “Shall we continue?” Yeah, that would be exactly what pushes you over the edge—hiding your face in his shoulder, your voice a muffled squeak: “Albedo!”

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You didn’t know how the two of you had ended up in that situation. But you didn’t dislike it either.

Your hands were tangled in his hair—that beautiful, pale blond, always slightly messy hair of his. His bare and ever-efficient hands rested on your thighs... And his lips—Archons, the two of you had kissed before, but you could never get enough. The softness of them, how they responded to yours with equal or even greater intensity when you deepened the kiss.

A sudden clap of thunder made you flinch, breaking the kiss. Both of you were left breathing heavily, staring at one another. His deep blue eyes locked on yours with unwavering intensity. No trace of shyness, just a quiet fire that made your cheeks burn. A faint pink dusted his own.

"Did the thunder scare you?" he asked, his breath brushing your lips, nose grazing yours. You weren’t sure if it was the heat in the room or something else, but your body felt unusually sensitive. So when his thumbs began to draw gentle circles on your thighs, you had to bite your cheek just to keep from making a sound.

He noticed—of course he did—but said nothing.

"A little..." you whispered, voice trembling just enough to betray your flustered state.

Another rumble of thunder made you close your eyes again.

"It's fascinating," his voice brought you back, eyes fluttering open just in time to catch the faint smile playing on his lips. Before you could ask what he meant, he leaned in just a little more. "The way you can be scared and yet look so dangerously cute... I find it intriguing."

Your entire body burned at that. Now it wasn’t just your cheeks—you could feel the heat creeping into your ears too.

"I-I’m not your experiment...!" you replied, shy and breathless.

"I never said that," he replied, lips brushing dangerously close to yours. "But I must admit... your reactions stir my curiosity, even now."

Albedo was being far too honest for your sanity.

"A-Albedo!" you protested—though not truly upset. You loved it. "And what do you mean by—?" you began, only to pause when you caught the faintest smirk tug at his lips, like he had been waiting for you to ask.

"Allow me to show you..."

He kissed you again, deeper this time, though still composed. Controlled. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, unable to think straight. One of his hands slid back to your waist, anchoring you close to him. Holding you there, exactly where he wanted you.

"There it is..." he whispered against your lips, sounding pleased—like an experiment had just confirmed his hypothesis.

"W-what...?" you breathed out, confused—until he explained.

"Your eyes," he murmured, gaze locking onto yours. "The way you look at me after we kiss. Your voice, when you're trying so hard not to lose composure. It’s..." He leaned in just a little more, voice dipping lower. "...unreasonably distracting."

Congratulations. You were now incapable of forming words. Entirely flustered. Embarrassed. Because how could he say that so calmly, while your entire system was currently malfunctioning?!

And if you tried to move away? Those pretty hands of his would gently stop you, keeping you right there.

"Wait," he said softly, "please... stay still for me. Just a bit longer."

And really... how could you say no to him?

❀ When it rains... Kazuha enjoys reciting haikus about you. He does it quietly, to himself, while watching the rain and thinking about you—because he's in love, and as a poet, he can’t help but find inspiration in everything that reminds him of you.

❀ So, if you find him and sit quietly beside him, he’ll welcome your presence with a soft smile, both of you simply watching the rain pour. Eventually, his hand will find yours, fingers intertwining gently. He’ll glance at you, and as your cheeks begin to heat from his gaze, he’ll softly recite one of those sweet verses—about you.

❀ Kazuha is gentle, composed, and respectful. But he won't deny that he enjoys the way your face turns red from his words. If he finds you especially adorable, he might lean in to place a small kiss on your cheek, just to tease you—and grin quietly when your ears flush red.

❀ If you don’t mind and the rain isn’t falling too heavily, he’ll take your hand and lead you outside. Hand in hand, walking beneath the drizzle, he’ll stop, gaze into your eyes, kiss you tenderly and whisper: “You are more breathtaking in the rain than any view I’ve seen in all my travels.”

❀ Once the two of you return indoors and change into dry clothes, Kazuha will prepare something warm—most likely tea—and tell you old legends from his homeland, Inazuma. Your favorite becomes the tale of a rain spirit and the traveler who fell in love with it.

❀ Eventually, as the room fills with the warmth of tea and stories, he’ll kiss you again, this time pulling you into his lap. At first, his touch is innocent—gentle hands on your waist, lips softly brushing yours. But little by little, his kisses trail to your neck, his voice dropping to a huskier tone, and his fingers begin to hold you more intentionally.

And you? You’re completely undone. Flustered. Breathless. But you can’t deny that you like it.

[lichenes]

Lockjaw

Someone requested Silco x brothel worker!reader (AND I WILL WRITE IT, KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED.) but. I raise you one better. Silco in love with a brothel worker, NOT reciprocated HAHAHAHAAAAAA. I'm going fucking insane. I'm going crazy. The smut is also here... ig... I did a shit ton of research cuz my seasoned writer best friend said it was difficult to get right. Any feedback is appreciated!! CW: reader has a pseudonym (Lulu), porn with plot (AND ANGST HAHAHAHA), SW!reader, eating out (reader receiving), piv briefly mentioned, wear protection kids, fleabag reference - i couldn't help myself. wc: 639 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

Dark drapes. Burgundy carpets. Gold candleholders. You could smell the incense all around you. The cool, night air calmly was circulating and mixing with the warm feeling spreading in your chest. The room was overflowing with prestige and cachet. 

Silco was between your legs as you stared at his beautiful, bicolored eyes. You were toying with his locks as he greedily pleasured you. He couldn’t take his own eyes off of you. He was mesmerised by your squirming body, by your quiet moans and by the way you were just- almost there. 

He detached himself from you, denying you pleasure once more. You whined at the sudden loss but were eager to get even more from him and tonight, he wanted to give you it all. He hurriedly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs putting the garment neatly on the chair behind him. 

“Hi Lulu!” Said Juliette entering the break room where you were spending your last moments alone for the night. “Hi Julie, how you doin’?” She was in a good mood. “I’m doing okay! I got a massive tip from this one guy, and-” She trailed off saying how glad she was to not have taken a sick day today. You didn’t quite listen. “Lulu? I asked you a question.” You came back to your senses and answered the trivial question she presented you with. 

“So, how long are you staying?” You began answering but she interrupted you. “Oh!” She hit herself lightly on the forehead. “Silco’s coming today right? It’s Wednesday after all.” You nodded. “Looks like you’ve got quite a night in front of you.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by him getting close to your face. He was breathing heavily, yet a certain intimateness was flowing from him today. As he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his tongue. Slight hints of expensive cigars were also there, the taste was intoxicating. 

With his lips still on your own ones, he pushed you back onto the bed and caged you in his arms. He kissed a trail down your neck and chest before he put his hands on your thighs and spread them wider- right to his liking. He pulled back for a second. “You look divine.” 

He entered you with a slight resistance and let you accommodate his size before he started moving. With each encounter he was becoming more gentle. You never mentioned it, you never even noticed it up until now. You were fearing the- worst. 

Your legs were bent at the knees, you were trembling a bit from the intrusion. You were propped up by your elbow watching him enter and exit you. You reminisced about the first time he ever showed up here. Quickly you were pulled away from your thoughts by him burying himself to the hilt. 

“Lulu you were requested.” 

“Lu- oh, Lulu.” Moaned the most powerful man in all of Zaun. 

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time.” 

He emptied himself into the rubber and stayed inside you for a moment more, relishing in the closeness. Closeness he was to lose soon enough.

The break room was empty. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you.” The silence was filled with his confession. “Clients aren’t supposed to be here.” You said, dressed only in a warm robe, keeping you from getting goosebumps. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes becoming dark, darker than any substance ever synthesised, soulless and- subdued.

He hung his head and turned his back to you, his coat in hand as he professed. “What’s keeping you here?” You didn’t answer. “Lulu.” He pleaded. “It’ll pass.” You answered. 

He walked onto the street, rain falling freely from the sky. His messed up hair was becoming wet. “I don't think it will.” He said to no one in particular.

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[yuansie]

ocean memories : that it will not end tragically like the last

synopsis. the little demon from the other night appears once more, and this time he has a goal. you silly girl, you should have turned him away!

pairing. rafayel x fem! non mc! reader

warnings. mentions of (implied) bullying, you can tell yn is lowk ostracized (?) 💔, silly banter between rafayel and yn. if there's anything i'm missing, please let me know!

genres. fluff

rating. sfw

w/c. 1.9 k

a/n. guys editing and formatting shit on the website on your PHONE is not for the weak. my damn fingers hurt 😭 i hope you all enjoy this chapter 😈 (heads up: next two chapters are going to start going downhill LOLLLLLLL #sorry #iloveangstSUEMEEEEIDGAFFFF) also i didnt know how to end the chapter... #notproofread #wedielieshinomiyakikuro'sdad #WHOSAIDTHAT dont read the second hashtag if you watch kn8... its a manga spoiler 😭😭

THE REAL CURSE IS NOT THE COLOR OF YOUR HAIR, it is the boy from the other night.

he comes by unannounced in the middle of the of the night once again; you don't even register he’s there, as you are engrossed in your old book, until your window slides open. at first, there is nothing but the darkness from outside. you stand up to shut it, only to gasp and trip backwards on a random painting you have on the ground. you land with a thud and you wince, pain flaring up your arm.

a tuft of purple hair appears, then a face and a pair of blue and red colored eyes.

“oh,” his eyes widen in surprise. “i didn't mean to startle you. are you okay?” he asks, jumping inside your room.

you gape at him. “what are you doing?” you hiss, sharply exhaling from your nose as you get on your knees. you rub your sore arm with a hand, glaring at the boy. “you’re trespassing right now. leave before i scream.”

“uh, no thank you!” the boy leaps forwards, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“wha—hmph!” your words are muffled by his warm hand.

his eyes, wide with panic, are directed at you. “stat quiet!” he loudly whispers. “you’re going to alert the whole neighborhood!”

you swat his hand away and scoff. “as i rightfully should! there’s a stranger in my room!”

the boy huffs, jutting his lower lip out slightly. “i’m trying to apologize here, and you keep villainizing me. first a demon, and now a stranger? what's next: a cat?”

“what the heck is a cat?” your furrowed brows illicit a dramatic gasp from him.

“you don't know what a cat is?”

you deadpan. “i wouldn't be asking you if i did.”

he clears his throat. “w-well, cats are the real demons.”

“…cats are probably better than you.”

“they are not!”

“they—”

“y/n?”

your mom’s voice rings out from the kitchen. an orange glow filters in through the cracks of the doorframe, and the sound of footsteps nearing grows louder. you hurriedly shove the boy under your bed, shushing him harshly when he whines. the door creaks open, and your mom's head pops in.

“what are you doing?” she quietly asks.

you gesture at the painting by your legs. “i wanted to see if i could paint something better than this.” you almost wince at how naturally the lie falls from your tongue.

why are you even lying for your intruder?

your mom laughs, shaking her head afterwards. “why do you always paint so late?”

with a shrug, you answer, “i tend to be more creative around this time.”

“uh-huh,” your mom hums, laughing quietly afterwards. “well, i think your creativity should sleep for a bit.”

“you're probably right.”

“i am probably right.” your mom leans against the doorframe, “goodnight, my little guppy.”

“mom,” you whine, “i’m not that little anymore.”

she tuts, “you’ll always be my little guppy.”

you look away from her, lips slightly pursed. “goodnight, mom.”

“goodnight, guppy~” she sings, quickly closing the door before you can retort another denial. the room is silent.

“little guppy, huh?” a tuft of purple hair pops out from underneath your bed, bicolored eyes sparkling with amusement staring into your own blue eyes.

“shut up.” you narrow your eyes and lean forwards, pushing his head back. “move. you're on one of paintings.”

he mumbles an apology and rolls away. you carefully pick up the canvas and examine it. purple hair tickles your cheek as the boy leans and rests his head on your shoulder. you glance at him from the corner of your eye.

“that's pretty,” he says. “what's it supposed to be?”

your gaze falls back on the canvas. “i don't know.” and you really don't know what the bright and dark blue swirls are supposed to be, you don't know what the smudges of white are meant to be, neither do you know what the purple at the center is. you remember waking up one night, your heart aching and your head throbbing.

the purple speck—you remember feeling mad when you added it.

you don't mention that.

“…rafayel.”

“well that's a stupid name,” you snort. he gasps and leans away from you, his mouth open in shock.

“what?” he blinks at you, his lips now turned downwards into a frown. “how could you say that? you g—” he exhales slowly. “you… you gremlin! you're so rude…”

“i think i’m allowed to be rude when an intruder is in my room and won't leave.”

his frown deepens. “what can i do?”

“what?” you squint at him.

the boy grows serious, and stares at you with determination in his eyes. “you're clearly not going to call me by my name, so what can i do to get you to do that?”

a devilish thought crosses your mind; you smile widely. “there's something you can do for me.”

“really?” he grabs onto your hands, his skin warm against yours. you grimace and shake his hands off.

“i recently ran out of red paint,” you say, getting up from the ground and heading towards your desk. you grab a canvas you had there and turn around, pointing a finger at the bright and rich crimson on it. “get me some more of this exact shade.”

he furrows his eyebrows. “how am i supposed to do that?”

“figure it out,” you shrug. “now get out.”

you don't see the boy for a week, and you think you never will until he approaches you.

in broad daylight.

the kids of the neighborhood whisper and crowd in front of your home, some even shouting at him to stay away from you because you're cursed. their childish antics sour your mood.

“shut up!” the boy abruptly turns to face the crowd of kids before he reaches you. you can't make out the look on his face, but you assume he must look really angry for the kids to grow pale and run off.

with a huff, he walks up to you and sticks his hand out, a jar of red paint in his grip. “that was really hard,” he says, a pout on his lips. “i had to crush so many seashells…”

the giggle you let out has him snapping his head at you, jaw slack from surprise. “you just laughed!”

you ignore his comment and grab the jar from his hands, tilting it as you inspect it. the red is vibrant, very intense and brilliant in your eyes. “not bad,” you finally say, looking up at the boy. “thank you… rafayel.”

the tips of rafayel’s ears bloom a red much brighter than the paint in the jar, his lips curving upwards into a pretty smile.

rafayel doesn't say anything afterwards, and spends the rest of the day with you. you learn that day he isn't all that bad for being a troublemaker. surely, if you let him in just the tiniest bit, he won't leave after his curiosity is sated... right?

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OCEAN MEMORIES, yuansie 2025

[rootclan-files]

here we are! a mix of requests + ppl i’ve seen on this blog + clans i’ve been reading lately haha. from left to right and top to bottom: ospreystorm from @the-tale-of-stingrayclan - all the designs in this clan are so lovely!! and each lil character is such a personality, osprey in particular has my heart ;u;

freckle from @astray-clangen - bc she’s adorable and i am INVESTED with the story rn, the artist’s designs are <333 im in love

valleydance from @caterpillarclan - my bby,,,my shayla,,,you already know how much i adore her bestie and if ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HER I’LL CRY

lakefrost from @a-song-upon-the-waves-wishclan - who i fear i didn’t do enough justice bc long furred cats intimidate me but she’s such a lovely fluffer i couldn’t RESIST. bicolor-eye baddie

fallenpaw from @rising-from-the-ruins - lowkey my fav design rn in all the clangens im reading, such a raggedy gal, im a sucker for calico colors

honeystar from @ranchclan - such a sweetie WITH FRECKLES!! he is so SHAPED too like his cheek fur ok diva

[amber-tortoiseshell]

Please tell me about the genetically accurate warrior cats head cannons :3

Hell yeah.

You gave me a wildcard warriors ask without any character request, which means i can choose, so i'll go excessive and present you: my color headcanons for the entire Sun Trail travelling group!

I tried to stay as close to their canon description as i could, and at the same time make everyone unique.

Our protagonists: Gray Wing, Clear Sky and Jagged Peak; blue, blue ticked tabby and blue blotched tabby. (Their mother Quiet Rain is a blue spotted tabby for me. Very blue family.)

The girlies: Bright Stream (black mackerel tabby bicolor) and Turtle Tail (black tortoiseshell blotched tabby bicolor; she's heterozygous for white spotting)

Black leadership: Shaded Moss, Tall Shadow, Moon Shadow - obviously the latter two has the same color, but i'm sure we could make them unique enough with different body shapes and eye colors.

Medicine gang: Dappled Pelt - black tortoiseshell (she has white spotting only on illustrations, never is the text*, and i wanted a tortie without white in the cast), Cloud Spots - black with white (white ears are unusual but not impossible, can be added)

*well, except for one time in Moth Flight's Vision, where she supposed to have "Orange-and-white fur". I declared that one a mistake. Even the alligances call her tortoiseshell, never tortoiseshell-and-white)

Background warriors with awesome names: Rainswept Flower (black spotted tabby), Quick Water (blue mackerel tabby with white), Shattered Ice (blue tabby harlequin)

Youngsters: Falling Feather (white), Jackdaw's Cry (black, which is unfortunate, but i'd give him a blue eyes mutation which would put some white on his muzzle), Hawk Swoop (red mackerel tabby; i could keep her kits more canon-compliant if i'd make her a tortie, but she's the only red cat in the group and I want to have one).

Bonus:

Bumble (black tortie tabby with white - i purposefully made her echo Turtle Tail's colors) and Storm (she gets a fun color because this way Thunder can inherit every allele he needs: black tortoiseshell silver blotched tabby with with white).

[elisnightmare]

«Bad news»

Adam rarely cries.

Even as a small kitten, he only cried a few times. No, he could get upset, or tear up a little, but full-blown crying was rare for him. So when he cried, it was a really bad day.

One of those days was his younger brother's birthday. The day his mother died.

He was 8, and his sister was only 6 years old.

Elis did not yet fully understand what death was. She stood next to her brother and asked if their mother would be able to return soon. He didn’t know how to explain to her that their mother was no more.

ID in alt and under cut

[ID

A colored full-body digital doodle of Adam and Elis, the artist's Ducktales 2017 OCs.

They are both bicolor ragdoll cats. In the drawing they are 8 (Adam) and 6 (Elis) years old. Adam has curly fur and dark short hair, while Elis has straighter fur and lighter, shoulder blades length hair that rests on her shoulder and is tied with a red ribbon at the end.

Adam is wearing a light shirt, a dark brown sweater and gray trousers. Elis is wearing a light beige dress with a floral pattern and a red-brown sweater.

They stand next to each other facing the viewer, Adam on the left and Elis on the right.

Adam looks down with tears in his eyes, his ears drooping down and his right hand clenched into a fist. Elis holds her brother's hand, looking at him with concern and confusion.

The drawing is made in grayish tones.

End ID]

[aspoonofsugar]

Blake Belladonna's Design

This is a quick appreciation of our Cat Girl's design. Its objective is to offer a short analysis by incorporating elements of other metas. Ideally, the end result will be something similar to Yang's post. Finally, this is the final piece of my mid-summer Blake meta spree :) So, enjoy!

JUST ANOTHER CAT GIRL?

Blake's design plays with the idea of "cat girl". Cat girls are common in anime and mangas, but are often overly sexualized. In particular, cat ears are usually presented as an overly cute trait and sometimes a fetish.

RWBY takes this idea and subverts it in 2 ways.

Blake's ears are initially hidden, so that her affinity with cats gets highlighted through other aesthetical elements:

Gambol Shroud's ribbon resembles a cat's tail and it being a whip may reference the infamous cat o' nine tails

She decorates her eyes with cat eye makeup

She is able to make copies of herself, which get jokingly referred to as copycats

In Mistral she wears leg boots, which bring to mind Puss in Boots

In Atlas she wears a catsuit

Blake's cat trait becomes a core part of her identity, which is explored on a double level:

It represents her faunus heritage, which makes her different from humans and discriminated

It is a symbol of Blake's troubled past and of her involvement with the White Fang

So, Blake covers her cat ears to run from both society and herself. Just like a scaredy cat ;)

As you see, with some limitations and worldbuilding, Blake manages to be a cat girl with much depth to her. Still, there is more to her cat design.

FROM CALICO TO TUXEDO

Let's juxtapose Blake's initial concept art with her final design:

What changes is the cat used as the main inspiration.

In the initial concept art it is the calico cat (tricolor cat):

In the final character design it is the tuxedo cat (bicolor cat):

Why the change? Let's explain it by highlighting one similarity (1) and one difference (2) between the two kitties.

1- Both cats are called after a type of cloth:

Calico is a fabric, which originates in India (the set of the Jungle Book - Blake's secondary allusion) and is famous for its colorful printed patterns. I wouldn't be surprised if Blake's clothes in the concept art were meant to be calico made.

Tuxedo is a formal wear, which consists of a black suit over a white shirt and a bow tie. Well, Blake's final design is a revisitation of the traditional tuxedo with a shorter jacket and a bow worn in the hair, instead than as a tie.

The idea of "cloth" is heavily used in Blake's design, which may be one of the reasons why the tuxedo is eventually chosen. This kitty, thus, offers a pretty poignant metaphor.

It all starts with Gambol Shroud, where shroud means a piece of cloth that conceals or protects:

Here come two thoughts:

Blake's bow is her shroud which is why it resembles her weapon’s ribbon (same color and similar material). The bow is the ears, while the ribbon is the tail. Together they complement Blake’s cat design.

Some tuxedo cats are called tuxedo masks because it is as if a black mask covers their whole faces. It is easy to see how this concept fits Blake, who conceals herself thanks to a little piece of fabric.

Basically, Blakes's bow is her tuxedo tie, which is worn as a mask.

2- The two cats differ when it comes to their color:

The calico is a tricolor cat, which is mostly known as having a white coat with some orange and black patches

The tuxedo is a bicolor cat, which has white and black fur

These two color patterns are another reason why Blake has been characterized as a tuxedo instead than a calico. As a matter of fact the black and white dychotomy fits our beautiful faunus girl more.

WHITE AND BLACK = BEAUTY AND BEAST

In old English, Blake's name means both black and white. As a result, she is linked to both colors, which tie with her light and shadow motif:

Blake is associated to the twilight because it is where light and shadow meet. What's more, her musical theme is built on this duality. She starts in the shadows and climbs her way up towards the light.

Well, Light and Shadow are linked to two Jungian Archetypes:

The Light is the persona, so what is shown to others

The Shadow is what is repressed, so the hidden parts

And these two archetypes are explored in The Beauty and The Beast:

The Beauty is the light - she is beautiful, lovable and accepted

The Beast is the shadow - he is ferocious, scary and misunderstood

So, Blake's own allusion can be read as the integration of beauty and beast, light and shadow, so that a new unit (a new individual) is born. This is also Blake's arc in a nutshell. She starts as a shadow because she hides herself, but with time she steps into the light and shows the world who she is.

In other words, Blake's Beauty and Beast allusion is referenced in her appearence not only in her nature as a faunus, but in her color scheme too. She is both beauty and beast, light and shadow, white and black.

This is also why these two colors are incorporated in respectively Sun and Ilia.

Sun is white, as he leads Blake towards the light:

Ilia is black, as she forces Blake to face her own shadows:

Through them Blake integrates her shadows and stops hiding:

This is why her design changes in Mistral in two notables ways:

She gives up her bow once and for all

She wears a white jacket over a black top

These two details mirror Blake's inner journey. She learns to show herself more, so her ears get to be out in the open and the light (white) surfaces. In Beacon, instead, the ears are concealed and Blake is wrapped in shadows (black).

Ironically, this means Blake's design loses the core traits of her tuxedo cat inspiration. As a matter of fact she has no bow tie anymore and the color pattern is inverted, which doesn't work. Why this choice? It is because Blake is going from Beast (black + cat) to Beauty (white + individual). Symbolically, this happens as she shows her faunus trait more openly:

She grows more beautiful (human) as she openly embraces her beast side (cat).

GOLD, BLUE AND PURPLE = HOT, COLD AND JUST RIGHT

The shift from calico to tuxedo brings some consequences to Blake and Yang's complementary designs.

Let's compare the bees exploratory ideas:

As people have noticed, Blake and Yang are aesthetically and symbolically linked since early on.

Here, we have:

Blake with one gold eye and one blue eye

Yang with a blue bandana

This chromatic choice ties into Yang's allusion and design. As a matter of fact our Goldilocks uses colors to represent the too hot, too cold and just right. Specifically:

red/orange is the too hot

blue/green is the too cold

purple (blue + red) is the just right

So, in the picture above Yang's looks play with the dychotomy between too hot and too cold. This same duality is mirrored in Blake:

She is both too hot (gold eye) and too cold (blue eye)

She wears much gold in general (Yang's main color)

The idea is clear. Blake is Yang's hot and cold. In particular, she brings some needed blue in Yang's life. She helps Goldilocks cool down and become more balanced. Similarly, Blake proudly wears Yang's golden tones, as she has to grow more like her Golden Beauty.

So, how have these ideas evolved in Blake’s final design?

Blake has gained a strong association with purple, which makes her Yang's just right

Blake's color scheme has ditched gold in favor of silver, which makes her and Yang complementary

Blake's link to purple is interesting because this color calls back to her family and to the surname Belladonna (beautiful woman in Italian). In other words, it is connected to both Ghira's legacy and her Beauty side. So, it is not a surprise that Blake grows more purple in each arc:

She is slowly blooming into Yang's just right by reconciling with her legacy and by becoming a person worthy of our golden girl.

This transformation is highlighted also by Blake integrating some gold into her:

In both her Vale and Atlas's designs Blake is linked to silver, so that she can complete Yang's gold. Still, in Mistral she has some gold details because this is the arc where she integrates her missing parts. This integration ends with Adam's death and Blake's rebirth:

So, Blake's design tells a story of inner growth, which leads her to stand beside Yang as an equal:

Blake: She's not protecting me, Adam. And I'm not protecting her. We're protecting each other.

This theme is important for Blake's Cat Girl archetype. Cat Girls, thus, are often reduced to love interests, but Blake's arc is a deconstruction of this idea. What would happen if the male partner of a Cat Girl is abusive? Blake explores this concept and tells a story of liberation and development, which ends with a reconstruction of the trope. Our Cat Girl ends up in a happy relationship, but not as a shallow prize. Rather as a winner.

BEASTS, LIONS AND WOLVES

In conclusion, Blake's design alludes to the Beauty and Beast on three levels:

Society= Blake is both human (beauty) and animal (beast)

Couple = Blake and Yang are drawn as complementary

Individual = Blake is both white (light) and black (shadow)

Still, this is not the only fairy tale our Cat Girl ties into thanks to her animal features. Here come three examples.

Blake is Bagheera's daughter and a small panther (a cat) in the Jungle Book

Blake is a Scaredy Cat to Lioneheart's Cowardly Lion. Except that of course the cat is braver than the lion

Blake is Ruby's black beast in team RWBY's LRRH team allusion

This last reference is foreshadowed since Red Like Roses:

Black the beast descends from shadows.

After all, the Beowolves appear when Blake's line comes up.

Moreover, Blake's secondary allusions all come together to strongly link our Black Shadow to wolves. In the Jungle Book, Mowgli is raised by wolves, just like Blake grows up in the White Fang. The name of the group itself calls back to wolves, as it references the title of Jack London's book about a half-dog half-wolf, who fights to be accepted by humans.

Finally, it turns out Blake is not the only Cat, who turns out to be a Wolf:

In short, Blake's design lets her freely move between allusions and references. Not only that, but it is crafted to add depth and thematic resonance to her character and her arc. Not bad for just another Cat Girl, uh?

[cottoncandy-cult]

Second Choice, Second Chance

Inuyasha X Priestess! Reader

So in this I'm exaggerating Kagome's behavior in this, I do ship Kagome with Inuyasha. Occasionally with Koga, but mostly because I find Ayame somewhat annoying personally. I could rant about it but for the Ayame fans I'm not going to, like I don't hate her but I did want to see her humbled a bit so that she'd pull back her obsessive behavior just a bit.

(Y/n) sighed as she walked with the group of misfits she called friends, the 18-year-old had been a reincarnation similar to Kagome. Only (Y/n) was a healer, and rather than a well she had fallen through the floor of an old shrine high up in the mountain. The bicolor haired girl had hated her life in her era, her life having been less than ideal. With her hair being 2 colors, (H/C1) on the left and (H/C2) on the right. It often drew unwanted attention, what made it worse was her dual-colored eyes. (E/C1) on the left and (E/C2) on the right. She had always been teased by the younger generation and out casted, the older generation treated he as if she was ill or a demon. So, she had ran away at the age of 16, the dual toned girl going high into the mountains when a storm hit. She took shelter in a shrine but fell through a large hole, even if she wanted to go back through the shrine she couldn't as the one in the feudal era had been destroyed by Naraku.

She has passed through the well before to go get Kagome, and she was able to do so through the sheer power of her soul unlike Kagome who needed at least a shard of the jewel. But she usually preferred staying behind with Inuyasha and the others, she had gotten the garb of a priestess from a priestess in the village at the base of the mountain when she came stumbling down bruised and dirty from the fall and the subsequent wandering around the mountainside the shrine had been on, on day one of being there. Deciding that she wanted to try and at least blend in a little, plus the outfit was rather comfortable. She had spent a lot of time with Inuyasha as of late, he and Kagome had been fighting a lot recently and most of her anger was unreasonable in (Y/n)'s eyes. She and the half demon had grown close, both able to understand each other's pain. (Y/n) also understood how fresh his grief and heart break was, in his mind it had only been at most a few months since he was "betrayed". He had truly loved Kikyo, the pain of their fight worsened by learning the truth behind that day and Kikyo's resurrection. Kagome's pressure only making things worse for Inuyasha, it was as if the girl thought they had an unspoken relationship.

When the group finally made it to Kaede's village, she watched Kagome ride with Sango and Miroku on Kirara's back towards the well. Leaving her to walk with Inuyasha to Kaede's hut. "Hey (Y/n), come with me." Inuyasha began walking towards the woods, the girl quietly following as she figured he wanted to talk about his fight with Kagome. She always had to try and explain things to him, what made it hard was a lot of Kagome's actions could be immature and hard to rationalize to the male. So, after the attempt to explain things is made the two usually said screw it and just had a drink, it being the feudal era no one cared as she was considered plenty old enough.

So, the girl had no problem dipping into the barrel, Inuyasha didn't care one way or the other. They got to their usual spot by the river, Inuyasha moving a rock to reveal a small barrel of sake and 2 cups hidden beneath it in a hole. She could tell by the look on his face that he was in deep thought, so she remained silent and went to her place by the river. It was a large smooth rock, where she would be able to dangle her feet over the edge and her toes would barely touch the water. Not being a true priestess, she was not bound by their rules, really it was just a guise she used. Her abilities were similar to that of a priestess, so it was really the best option to keep people from questioning her.

She lowered her feet into the water, closing her eyes and listening as Inuyasha moved beside her and set the small barrel between them. "So, what did you want to talk about?" She spoke softly and dipped her small sake glass into the barrel, Inuyasha had stayed quiet as he slowly sipped down his glass. "Kagome has just been driving me crazy, I'm starting to think her looking like Kikyo may have been the only thing that truly brought me to her. I was still grieving for Kikyo, and Kagome was someone I had to be around because she broke the sacred jewel, and she could sense it... I think I only loved her out of necessity and heartache, but now that everything's over though..."

He stared deeply at the water, (Y/n) quietly listening to him as she nodded. "It's understandable, somethings aren't meant to be. I mean you two aren't even actually together, you've just done this weird crap since the beginning." She sipped her drink as Inuyasha nodded, sipping at his own before he looked at her. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you take an interest in anyone since you joined us." Now that made her cheeks heat up, she was quick to down her drink and refill. "There was one guy, but he never once looked at me the way I did him... But he has girl troubles of his own even without me." She hadn't been lying, she had always had an interest in him but between Kikyo and Kagome she never felt there would be room for her in his heart. She knew a part of him at least cared deeply for Kagome, after all she had helped him move on from Kikyo and helped to soften his rough personality.

"I see... It must be painful loving someone who doesn't return it... At first when Kikyo was resurrected, she hated me, it tore me up cause I loved her so much. I guess that's why your smile hasn't been the same for a while... Right?" His words took her by surprise, she never realized anyone had noticed. (Y/n) hadn't been herself for a while, she hated watching Inuyasha and Kagome fight only for him to seek her out for comfort and return to Kagome the moment she was willing to let him back in. With a sigh she chugged down her drink, her cheeks now red from alcohol rather than embarrassment. "Yeah... I just... I love him a lot but... I'm not even sure if I'm really his friend or someone he uses to soothe himself when he's hurt... " Her chest tightened as her eyes welled with tears, she could feel his golden orbs locked on her form.

"Is it Koga!? Just say the word and kill that mangey flea bag!" She was shocked by his words, her small hands wiping her tears away as she shook her head. "No but it's fine, it doesn't matter I'l-" Her sentence was cut short as Inuyasha pinned her down, hands on either side of her head. His claws dug into the dirt as he stared down at her in an intense gaze, anger on his features. "Don't you dare say that! It does matter! He's hurting you and I won't let that happen! I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, you hear me!?" His reddened face was inches from hers, the temptation was so overwhelming that before she knew it her lips were attached to his. He was quick to return the kiss, he was harsh and feverish. The kiss deepening as little fingers tangled in snow white hair, when the kiss broke, they were left breathless, and the half demon rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you (Y/n), for so long I tried to learn to love Kagome, but it always felt like I was with her cause I had to be... But then you came a long and I couldn't help but to love you from the start. That's why it matters, because you matter." The girl felt her heart swell as she kissed him once more, neither noticing the schoolgirl quietly walking away from the scene.

[skyscratch-wc]

Skyfall: Windpaw Shire ItW

Windpaw Shire Allegiances as of Into the Wild

Shire Leadership:

Thegn: Tallhorizon, a short haired black and white bicolor tom with tall ears and a long tail. He has yellow eyes, a long muzzle, and a small, thin build. His parents were Palebird and Sandgorse and his littermate was Finch. His younger half-siblings are Wrenflight, Bristlebark, Fly, and Rabbit. His former mate was Jake. His mentor was Dawnstripe and his apprentice was Smokefoot. He was a hunter as a churl.

Reeve: Smokefoot, a short-furred very dark gray tom with blue eyes and limp left forepaw. His left ear is nicked and he has a muscular build. His parents are Meadowslip and Hickorynose and his half siblings are Sorrelshine and Pigeonflight. His mate is Ashfoot and their sons are Eagle and Hill. He was a hunter as a churl. His mentor was Tallhorizon and his apprentice is Rabbit.

Guilders:

Physician: Barkface, a mid-furred brown classic tabby tom with yellow eyes and a very short tail. He has a broad, but very small, build. His parents were Redclaw and Brackenwing and his brother was Shrewclaw. His mentor was Hawkheart.

Priest: Kitefeather, a long haired tortoiseshell molly with green eyes and tufted ears. She has a broad build. Her mate is Oatwhisker. Her mentor was Flailfoot.

Mortician: Doespring, a short haired light brown molly with blue eyes. She has a lanky build. Her parents are Hareflight and Mistmouse and her siblings are Stagleap and Ryestalk. Her mentor was Flamepelt.

Scribe: Drizzlenose, a short haired gray and white patched tom with a fluffy white mane. He has blue eyes and is heavy set. His mates are Sorrelshine and Stagleap and his daughter with Sorrelshine is Sky. His mentor was Whiteberry.

Master Churls:

Master Hunter: Ryestalk, a mid-furred gray tabby molly with amber eyes. She has a thick, broad build. Her parents were Hareflight and Mistmouse and her siblings are Stagleap and Doespring. Her mate was the late Shrewclaw and their kits are Mudclaw and Ouzelwing. Her mentor was Reedfeather and her apprentice was Wrenflight.

Master Artisan: Oatwhisker, a short haired light brown classic tabby tom with a long muzzle and tall ears. He has amber eyes and a lanky build. His mate is Kitefeather. His mentor was Brackenwing and his apprentice was Flowerleap.

Master Roamer: Crowfur, a short haired very dark gray tom with tall ears, a long graying muzzle, and amber eyes. He has a skinny build. His mate is Rushtail and their daughter is Ashfoot. His apprentice was Cloudrunner.

Master Caregiver: Morningflower, a mid-furred calico molly with orange eyes and tufted ears. She has a lanky build. Her parents are Cloudrunner and Wrenflight and her younger brother is Peat. Her mate is Ouzelwing and she is pregnant with his kits. Her mentor as a tunneler was Palebird. She had no caregiving mentor.

Master Lorekeeper: Cresspelt, a mid-furred reddish-brown trans tom with green eyes and a fluffy mane. He has a broad build. He was a farm cat who joined the shire and took the name Cress. His mate is Webfoot. His mentor was Mistmouse and his apprentice is White.

Master Tunneler: Webfoot, a mid-furred dark gray and white mackerel tabby tom with dark orange eyes and a webbed left forepaw. He has a broad, lithe build. His mate is Cresspelt. His mentor was Woollytail and his apprentice is Peat.

Churls:

Meadowslip, a short haired pale gray molly with amber eyes. She has a thin build. Her former mates were Mole and Hickorynose. She had an older litter of Smokefoot with Hickorynose and then a younger litter of Sorrelshine and Pigeonflight with Mole. She is an elder, but was an artisan. Her apprentice was Bristlenose.

Mistmouse, a short haired light brown tabby molly with blue eyes. She has a small, broad build. Her mate was Hareflight and her kits are Ryestalk, Stagleap, and Doespring. She is an elder, but was a lorekeeper. Her apprentice was Cresspelt.

Woollytail, a long-furred fluffy gray and white bicolor tom with yellow eyes and an especially bushy tail. He has a heavy build. His mate is the late Palebird and his kits are Wrenflight, Bristlenose, Fly, and Rabbit. He is an elder, but he was a tunneler. His mentor was Plumclaw and his apprentice was Webfoot.

Stagleap, a short haired brown tabby tom with orange eyes. He has a heavy build. His parents are Hareflight and Mistmouse and his siblings are Ryestalk and Doespring. His mates are Drizzlenose and Sorrelshine and his adopted daughter is Sky. He is a hunter. His mentor was Redclaw and his apprentice was Mudclaw.

Wrenflight, a mid-furred light brown molly with amber eyes and ear tufts. She has a fluffy white mane and a lanky build. Her parents are Woollytail and Palebird and her littermate is Bristlenose. Her older half brother is Tallhorizon and her younger siblings are Rabbit and Fly. Her mate is Cloudrunner and her kits are Morningflower and Peat. She is a hunter. Her mentor was Ryestalk.

Bristlenose, a long furred black and white tom with yellow eyes. He has a muscular build. His parents are Woollytail and Palebird and his littermate is Wrenflight. His older half brother is Tallhorizon and his younger siblings are Rabbit and Fly. He is an artisan. His mentor was Meadowslip.

Mudclaw, a short haired dark brown classic tabby tom with amber eyes. He has a nicked right ear and scarring on his left shoulder. He has a broad build. His parents are Ryestalk and Shrewclaw and his brother is Ouzelwing. He is a hunter. His mentor was Stagleap.

Ouzelwing, a short haired gray classic tabby tom with blue eyes. He has scars on his face around his left eye, throat, right foreleg, and belly.  He is blind in his left eye and his left ear is torn. He has a lanky but broad build. His parents are Ryestalk and Shrewclaw and his brother is Mudclaw. His mate is Morningflower and she is currently pregnant with their kits. He is a hunter. His mentor was Aspenfall.

Ashfoot, a mid-furred light gray pointed molly with blue eyes and tall ears. She has very fluffy chest fur and a lithe build. Her parents are Crowfur and Rushtail. Her mate is Smokefoot and their kits are Eagle and Hill. She is a hunter. Her mentor was Appledawn.

Pigeonflight, a mid-furred dark gray and white cat with amber eyes and ear tufts. They have a lithe build. Their parents are Meadowslip and Mole and their sister is Sorrelshine. Their half brother is Smokefoot. They are a tunneler. Their mentor was Webfoot.

Sorrelshine, a short haired dilute brown and gray tortoiseshell molly with yellow eyes. She has a lanky, thin build. Her parents are Mole and Meadowslip and her littermate is Pigeonflight. Her older half brother is Smokefoot. Her mates are Drizzlenose and Stagleap and her daughter with Drizzlenose is Sky. She is a roamer. Her mentor was Cloudrunner and her apprentice is Fly.

Apprentices:

Peat, a mid-furred golden brown tabby tom with yellow eyes. He has a lanky, broad build. His parents are Wrenflight and Cloudrunner and his older sister is Morningflower. He is training to be a tunneler under Webfoot. He is 9 moons old.

Rabbit, a short haired light brown and white molly with yellow eyes. She has a thin build. Her parents are Palebird and Woollytail and her littermate is Fly. Her oldest half sibling is Tallhorizon and her older siblings are Wrenflight and Bristlenose. She is training to be a hunter under Smokefoot. She is 8 moons old.

Fly, a short haired brown and white tom with green eyes. He has a lithe build. His parents are Palebird and Woollytail and his littermate is Rabbit. His oldest half siblings is Tallhorizon and his older siblings are Wrenflight and Bristlenose. He is training to be a roamer under Sorrelshine. He is 8 moons old.

Sky, a short haired white molly with yellow eyes. She has a small, thin build. Her parents are Sorrelshine and Drizzlenose, and her adopted bonus dad is Stagleap. She is training to be a lorekeeper under Cresspelt. She is 7 moons old.

Kittens:

Eagle, a mid-furred dark gray tom with lighter highlights and blue eyes. His parents are Ashfoot and Smokefoot and his littermate is Hill. He is 2 moons old.

Hill, a short haired pointed gray tom with pale blue eyes. His parents are Ashfoot and Smokefoot and his littermate is Eagle. He is 2 moons old.

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Notes:

Cats who have different names from canon:

Talltail -> Tallhorizon

Deadfoot -> Smokefoot

Bristlebark -> Bristlenose

Tornear -> Ouzelwing

Onewhisker -> Peat(whisker)

Whitetail -> (White)sky

Cats who are "revived" kittens:

Hill, based on Hillkit, a canonical kitten of Ashfoot and Deadfoot who is Crowfeather and Downkit's littermate. I have shifted his age forward and made him Eagle's littermate

Cats who are based on unnamed background characters to fill in the clan population:

Kitefeather

Drizzlenose

Cresspelt

Cats who have a different gender than canon:

Pigeonflight -> nonbinary (they/them)

Peat -> currently identifies as a tom, but as an adult will identify as a demiboy and use he/they pronouns

WindClan canonically has very very few named characters prior to the later arcs, so I had to fill in the gaps a lot. Tallstar's Revenge did not introduce nearly as many kitten littermates as other super editions or novellas did, so I had to add some canonically unnamed background cats to pad out the population.

[snowywolf1005]

@endism : SORRY THAT I REPLIED LATE BUTTT

How did y/n meet the cats, would they be clingy, cautious etc etc about it, maybe even what would they do when y/n invited someone in

Oh and, how will they react when y/n has to go to work? Thats all!! Ohmigosh i can't wait 😭😭😭🤭🤭🤭

@snowywolf1005 The straw hats pirates and the whitebeard pirates pls!

You got it!

The whitebeard pirate, um... there are a lot of crew, so I'll put Ace and marco if that okay.

"Aw, geez, it raining! Good thing I have my umbrella!" You said you just finished working at the vet. You walked holding some gift of basket, and you heard a meow, you turn to your left to see a small calico kitten, wearing a strawhat.

"Hey, kitty! Are you alone?" You said, picking the calico cat, then you saw the whole kitten running up to you. "Oh my goodness! Oh my gosh! We have a kitten problem!" You said.

You watch the kittens run around you, meowing, it look like they're cold and hungry. You can't just leave, so you decided to take all of them, there only 12 of them. So, you put them in them in the basket you have.

It was really hard to catch them, but you managed to catch them. "Okay! Let head home!" You said you finally made it back home. You let all cats out, and they started exploring around your house. You did bring some cat food and toys.

But you realize something you check what gender are they, you pick up one of the cat wearing a strawhat and the cat who is bicolor cat. And wearing an orango hat.

You check, "mhm, they're male. Well, let hope they don't all neutered," you put them down, and the bicolor cat wearing an orange hat just ran away. 'That wried...' You thought, but you ignore it and keep looking gender. It wasn't easy when all the cat just saw what you just did.

They started running and hiding, "What the!?" You said, so you captured them seeing their gender. "Okay, 2 female and 10 males." The cats were shaken what had just happened (by the way! You notice the cat have tag on their name)

"Oh! I forgot it dinner time!" You went to the kitchen to peared for dinner, some cat watch you cook.

One of them went to the cabinets, "No, luffy! You can't eat while I'm cooking, I'll do your food later." You grab luffy and put him on the ground with the rest of the cats. "Okay, done! Now it is time to feed the cat!" You grab out some cat tuna and place it in plates, two of them to share.

The cat ate really fast, "Aw geez, I should head back to bed." You went to your bedroom, some cats notices and follows you. Cat sanji saw you change your clothes and tries not to bleed his nose.

"Goodnight, kitty~" you said, shut your eyes, luffy jump to your bed and sleep next to you. The others join in too, marco sleep on your pillow.

THE NEXT DAY

You woke up, yawning. "The fuck!?" You yelled, when you saw cats sleeping on your bed. The cats jump when they hear you yell, you see Luffy on your lap, meowing of food, "Okay, luffy, I'll get you some food" you said, come out of bed and go to the kitchen.

"Here you go." You put the plates down, the cats came, you watch them eat. You drink some coffee, then you hear someone is knocking.

You check who it is, and it your friend, "Hey, (Y/N)! I bought some cake!" Said (F/N), but she leaned over. She saw that you had cats, and she gasped. "(Y/N)! You have cats! There are so many!" (F/N) sequel, you sigh.

You explained to your friend what just happened and what there name are, while the strawhat cat watched you two talking and luffy wants your attention cause last you pet him. So luffy come closer to get your attention, but you aren't paying attention.

Luffy meow, even the others want your attention. So they started climbing on you, "Um, (Y/N), ace is climbing on you," she said, trying not to laugh and almost take a picture.

You grab ace put on the ground, and Ace came and started licking on you. You shoo him away, but he couldn't stop there. After your friend.

"Oh! I forgot something! I brought you guys some gifts!" You show them some toys, and you brought meat plushy and luffy love it so much. They love it, and they love you too.

It wasn't until when you had to go work and they couldn't let you go. They just blocked the door, climbed on to you, and steal your car keys. So you have an idea, you lead them to your room, put more cat food or toys and run to the door.

When you come back from work, they climb on to you and give you kisses 💓💓💓💗💗💗💖💖💖💖.

[sweetness-pop]

Imagine when Anya is around 9 or 10, she becomes a big sister after the birth of her little brother. Loid and Yor's son has bicolored hair that was blonde on top while black on the bottom. He also has heterochromia eyes because his right eye is red and left eye is blue. Perfect combination of his spy papa and assassin mama. Even though she's adopted, it doesn't matter. Loid and Yor will, of course, always love Anya as their own even after having their biological son. Even though she won't be an only child anymore, at least she'll always be their only daughter. They will love and treat their children equally. The TwiYor baby boy could be born 4 or 5 years after the SxF plot. Loid and Yor would name their son......Axl. His name is of Scandinavian origin, derived from Axel, and it means "Father of Peace". Peace the true, desired mission of the Forgers. Axl Forger. You know how the names of Loid, Anya, and pet dog Bond all have 4 letters in their names? Well, how about if Yor and Axl were to be the two Forgers to have names with 3 letters. Plus, Loid and Yor would love to give their second child a name starting with and A like his Anya-Onee-Chan. This could also prove how much they love their daughter very much as they give her newborn brother a name with a matching letter. Just like the Briar siblings: Yor (older sister) & Yuri (younger brother), and Desmond brothers: Demetrius (first son) & Damian (second son). Therefore, the upcoming Forger siblings: Anya the big sis and Axl the lil bro. And imagine seeing a very upcoming precious family photo of Loid and Yor with their two children: tween (you know, preteen) Anya and baby Axl, and big, white & fluffy Great Pyrenees Bond. All 5 members of the Forger family together!

👨‍👩‍👧👶🐕

[fallenpetalau]

i got a little distracted with making these little gems and backstories that go with them 😭 I'm back on the comic! I promise!

I kept the circus/clown theme i felt our Spinel had, so Yellow is a Sword Swallower, Blue is a Juggler and White is a Pierrot. All of these Spinels are part of troupes - having at least 10-20 of their same gems alongside them while our Pink Spinel is a one-of-a-kind.

Yellow Spinel snaps just like in canon. Except she attacks the colony where her Olivine resides and destroys stuff. Blue Spinel runs away and lets herself corrupt and disappears in the wilderness of a planet near a colony. And White Spinel gets shattered the instant that the fun moment is over. She gets harvested and recycled into remaking new White Spinels

ETA Image Description

[Image Description: Three pictures, each depicting a different circus themed character in the style of Steven Universe.

Image 1 is of a Yellow Spinel proudly holding a sword. She has twin vertical pigtails tied at the end, a yellow court jester themed outfit and a large white Ruff collar that leads to pants that poof out with diamonds on her thigh and solid color to her shoes. Surrounding her is different depictions of herself in various poses, bowing, a size comparison to her diamond, Yellow, and on of her in a state of anger, large black drops overtake much of her outfit and her collar is tattered and stained. Instead of her usual outfit, her goofy pants were replaced with a too-tall alternative that rose past her stomach and only ended at the start of her shirt. Her hair is messed up and her gem is upside down.

Image 2 is of a cat themed Blue Spinel, she acts as a juggler and is noticeably taller than a regular Spinel. Her two-pointed hat moves to her emotions like it were actually a cat's ears. Her arms are made of bicolor streams of ribbon, blue and white alternating and look like baggy sleeves but can be used outside of being as an arm. She has a black upper lip and white lower lip with white upside down drops on her eyelid acting as face makeup. The collar of her outfit and the decoration around her hip is sharper looking than Yellow Spinel's, jutting out and up in multiple points. Also surrounding her is other depictions of her, one holding her juggling pins, one of her crying due to Blue Diamond's oppressive power and three of her corrupted form as a Panther-like creature. It's blue with dark blue teeth, white under the eyes and like a tiger- has two fake eyes imaged on the fur of the back of its ears- it has two sets of ears and two extra limbs on it's shoulders that act similar to the destructive claws of the Mantis Shrimp and is aggressively solitary.

Image 3 is of a White Spinel , much smaller than the other two, both in gem size and in body size and almost completely white in front of a slightly-lit black background. Her gem is the size of a pupil and lacks pigmentation - being almost solid white itself. Her gem is in place of her pupil on her eyeball and she would be only half of Steven's height if lined up next to him with her hat making up the difference. She is an old-fashioned mime themed with a tall cap with black pompoms, a soft two-layered Ruff draping around her neck and a baggy jumper with a simple cord tying the loose fabric close to her form. There are triangles on top and bottom lid that fit together to make black diamonds on her face and each have a small black dot at the outer point of it. ]

I've never written an image description for my art before, I hope it's understandable haha😄

[wondwaeland]

Year Four - 21MARXXXX 23:09

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It wasn't uncommon for Caine to attend events like this. These hunting ground auctions honestly disgusted him, but it entertained his father.

"Just because you don't participate doesn't mean that you need to be so....off." President Adam Eden caught his son's attention. His cold stare bore into his son with conviction and disappointment.

"And you couldn't have brought Abel or Seth with you? They participate in this more than I." Caine leaned against the tall table, agitation clear on his face.

"It's the way of the Purge, Caine. Abel is busy with the overwatch program and Seth is off doing his own thing. I would've brought Eve, but she has her own plans tonight." Adam's lip twitched at the idea of his wife being elsewhere. "So, put on that smile and entertain the crowd. You wouldn't want another front page smear on you, would you?"

Caine merely huffed, grabbed his champagne flute, and walked away.

Adam sighed.

"Just like his mother."

"I take it that he said something off again?" General Reginald Henry sighed, stepping up to his side. "Does he suspect anything?"

"Not that I'm aware of." Caine looked out of the observation window. His brows furrowed as he watched another batch of pour souls be released into the dark obstacle course. "What about you? Did you and Diana get any information?"

With the two of them playing both sides with their public status, these auctions were the best way to get information for their groups for the next year.

"Martha finally got rid of Baron's boys. She put them in the pot this year."

The two of them looked over and spotted their ally with her niece, Lillian, at her side. She spotted them and waved, receiving a short nod from them.

"I take it that Rebecca and Diana are going to have some fun downstairs," Caine chuckled.

"Yeah. They're suiting up now." Reggie looked down and adjusted his cuffs. "I need you to do me a favor." Caine looked up at him. "A friend of Cosmo's, Nel, is here tonight. She's only nineteen, but established in the Court. The Court plans to ambush the facility in one hour. I'll be busy, so I need you to grab her and rendezvous back at the house."

"If she's as established, why do I need to get her out?"

"Because she'll try to fight before she's ready."

Reggie pointed behind him, gesturing to a short girl in a purple dress with a black shawl draped across her shoulders. That familiar red gem necklace of The Court sat just above her collarbone. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a bun and showing off a clover tattoo on the back of her neck.

The girl was chatting animatedly with President Eden, laughing at everything he said.

Caine could tell that she was playing up his father. Smart kid. Get in close and then use the information against them.

"I'll do my best."

23:59

The clock ticked by and the next batch of game was being loaded into the field.

Caine watched as Nel moved up to the window, brows furrowed as the lights dropped again.

"First hunt?" He asked, falling into place next to her.

"To watch, yes. I was stuck on tagging the past few years, so I never really got to see what happened." She took a sip from the drink in hand. "My brother was so adamant that I did not attend these until after I showed I was capable." She turned to him. "I take it Reggie spoke to you."

"He did."

"Escape route?"

"Everyone will be heading for the main archway, but it helps having friends in high places." He tilted his head to the employee doorway. "Service entrance is the best plan of action." She nodded and turned back to the window. "I'm Caine."

"I know. Reggie and Cosmo talk about you often."

"Good things I hope."

"Debatable." They chuckled before her eyes scanned the room. Reggie, Martha, and Diana had disappeared from the crowd. "Let's get moving. They're about to start."

She wrapped her hand around his bicep. Her bicolored nails digging into the fabric of his blazer. To the others, Caine had just picked up another round of arm candy. To her, she had just gotten a key to another puzzle.

As the lights dropped again, the first round of shots rang out in the observation deck.

Caine quickly wrapped his arms around Nel and pushed her to the service entrance as The King and The Maiden stormed into the room with guns locked and loaded.

The staff ignored them as everyone ran for cover.

Nel tripped on her heels again. With no time to waste, he scooped the girl into his arms and took off again. "Apologies."

He carried out to the back alley where a car was waiting for them. Setting her on her feet, he grabbed the keys from the front wheel. They both got in and shot out of there like they were being chased. Yet no cars followed.

"Where are we going?" Nel asked as they pulled onto the empty main road.

"To base." He began to rub at his side. "I think I got grazed."

"I can take a look at that since The Court is busy. I have decent medical knowledge."

"I'll take you up on that."

00:30

"Okay. I think you're good," Nel smiled as she threw the gloves into the trash. "Thankfully, you were right and it was a graze. I'm not trained in bullet retrieval yet."

Caine looked at the bandages, one on his shoulder and another on his waist. He watched as her hand lingered on his wrapped bicep. He studied her face and chuckled as he caught her staring.

Now he wasn't a defined guy like his younger brother or built like Reggie, but he was at least eye candy to most magazines and ladder climbers. Some may call him a sleeper build.

His shirt was long gone since they arrived. She had practically forced him out of it to check him over. It must have just registered what she was looking at.

He cleared his throat. Her eyes snapped up and her hand dropped, face turning red in the cheeks.

"So," he smirked, "will I live?"

"I...I think the odds are in your favor.”

The two sat frozen before the basement door clicked open.

Reggie came in, mask grasped in his hands, as The Jack and The Queen waltzed in.

"Nel, check them." Reggie didn't even blink at the ruined moment before ordering her to work. "I think Diana got knicked."

Nel simply nodded and stood, picking up the first aid kit again and rushing over.

"Good to see you two got out okay." The Jack smirked. "She give you any trouble?"

"None more so than you do, Cosmo." Caine laughed. "Raid go okay? I mean, other than a laughable scrape on Diana." Cosmo shook his head. "Good. Good."

"Are you still able to come to the wedding? I know Reggie already gave you an invite, but I just wanted to be sure. He put me in charge of seating, so I want to know if you're coming alone or with someone."

"It's not like the Secret Service cares about me. I'll be there. Alone."

"Not going to take Luna or Helia?" Caine visibly shuddered, pulling laughter out of him. "Not your type. Message received." Their eyes drifted to the other three. "You know, Nel needs a date."

"What?"

[yuansie]

ocean memories : prelude's elegy.

synopsis. the last elegy dedicated to the past, never to be forgiven and always to be remembered... for now.

pairing. rafayel x fem! non mc! reader

warnings. talks of hatred and allusions to death oop, reader is a pianist but idk much abt that so i tried to be vague abt the process LOL ?, rafayel being rude bc why is he ignoring his aunt ?! /hj, slight spoilers of rafayel's anecdote (anecdote 3... and it's literally just a line LOL). if there's anything i should add, please let me know!

genres. angst el o el !

rating. pg-13 😟

w/c. 1k

a/n. REVIVED JUST TO POST THIS !! i will HOPEFULLY be able to post this weekly heh 😜 NAWT PROOFREAD BTW !!!! also, i would like to say that the series does have spoilers to rafayel's overall lore but is different to how the fandom has come to piece together the timelines. for the sake of the series, the abysswalker myth is set in the past and therefore there will be minor changes to rafayel's lore HFOAIHWEFIAHE anyways. i hope you all enjoy this !!

HE NEVER IMAGINED HIMSELF TO BE SITTING HERE, he never imagined himself to accept his aunt’s invitation. especially after what he's done and in the midst of being investigated.

he supposes he did it out of impulse, his body itching to do something for once instead of drowning deep into his sorrows and the inky thoughts that plague his mind. in a world lacking color, a world lacking all warmth, rafayel finds it impossible to ever take an interest in something other than boiling rage and the thirst of revenge.

everything is a painful reminder of what has been lost and will remain so. the cries that echo in his ear like a broken record making it impossible for him to forget. that one voice that haunts him in every possible way, an aching reminder of what he's done and will forever remain lost.

this too, he thinks as his eyes scan the theater, the rows of red velvet seats occupied by lovers of the opera. this too… she would’ve liked it.

she would. she really would have liked it. she would have savored this: the music.

because music feels like the crisp wind on a nice day where the tides are calm and you can taste the salt in the air. because music makes her feel like she moves like the water does, and because music is as beautiful as everything that is a part of her beloved ocean…

the smell of sea salt is so strong that he sits up in his seat so fast it gives him whiplash for a moment, lurching forwards as the lights dim and focus on the stage, his aunt taken aback from his sudden movement.

sea salt. fresh air. the soft smell of citrus that somehow follows. the shy hints of vanilla.

he’s looking everywhere, bicolored eyes frantic. his heart pulses and aches in his chest, beats with sudden fervor that he can feel it. anxiety claws at his throat and churns in his stomach. such a familiar scent, lost to the tides of time and the cruelty that is man’s greed.

a scent he believed to be gone because of his own greed.

a scent so—

the curtains are fully apart, revealing the pianist.

sea salt, fresh air, the soft smell of citrus that follows, the shy hints of vanilla—

gone.

“i’m losing my mind,” rafayel mutters, settling back into his chair.

the pianist wears a long, black dress, the fabric covering her arms. he can't make out her appearance: her eyes are covered by a mask, facial features hidden. he pushes his former thoughts to the back of his mind, fighting and shoving them back into the little chest he leaves these painful memories locked away.

he props an elbow on the chair’s arm, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, ignoring his aunt’s questions.

the melody that plays blocks his aunt’s nagging, becoming the only thing he hears.

it’s a sad tune, chilling his bones and making goosebumps run down his arms and back. it’s hauntingly beautiful, touching his soul and shaking its core. he feels his whole body ache, his everything yearning for someone he hasn't seen in years and won’t ever see again.

and he is left in his seat, rendered silent as the melancholic blues of the song continues to play, thinking about the what ifs—even if doing so hurts him.

all the sadness and regrets and hatred you’ve had in you, you pour them out in each performance, the piano being the only outlet you have for these emotions. the sadness you felt when you remembered the abandonment and the death you witnessed, the betrayal and hurt you've endured, you let them pour out like water through your fingertips.

you hate her.

you hate him.

you despise him.

and you will never see him again.

you hate yourself as well.

longing turns into loathing, admiration to condemnation, love to deep and utter disgust.

the melancholic melody you play takes a sharp turn, becoming something that only reflects your pure hatred to the man who lost it all for something cursed. and yet, as much as you hate and loathe and curse him, you love him just as much. you yearn for him, your bones and flesh and soul aching in anguish at the distance from him.

your fingers now press softly against the keys, your touch gentle like that of a lover's. rage turns to longing, and your original tune returns to its somber tone.

as much as you hate rafayel, you love him. after all, you've spent more time loving him than hating him.

you miss his eyes, the way the blues look like the sea and the pink like the sunset sky. you miss his smile and the way it always radiated the warmth and happiness he felt. you miss his touch, the way it was never cold. you miss the smell of sea salt, lavender, cedar, and hints of citrus that follows him.

sea salt, lavender, cedar, hints of citrus.

you play the final note, blinking repeatedly. you don't register the applause, don't notice the standing ovation the people give you, you don't notice it at all. how could you when you smell sea salt, lavender, cedar, and the hints of citrus that follows?

but then it’s gone.

so you stand up, bow, and leave.

this is your last performance, your last time ever dedicating your time to a person who never cared for you in the very end.

“i hate you,” you whisper.

rafayel remains standing, as if glued to his spot as everyone begins to leave, his eyes on the stage. “i’m going crazy,” he mumbles.

it's sick and twisted how things turned out between you. how did something so sacred, something so blessed and beautiful become tainted? become broken beyond repair? how did you become something that haunts him when you used to be a pleasant dream and thought? you haunt him, and he has locked you away. so why does he hear you now?

rafayel is crazy, and that's why he heard you in his head, uttering those three words from long ago again.

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