#the locket gems

[murdockhawkeye]

why did we decide the 50s' mermaids had the same powers as their counterparts again?

i was thinking about this the other day and i feel like it's way more interesting if they had different powers than the girls for like narrative reasons

with their powers being representative of why the 50s' mermaids didn't work, but the h2os' did

(ignoring what they said in mm. in my world rikki and emma are married, live together in an apartment and have a cocker spaniel named triton and a cat affectionately named by rikki as 'little shit')

let's start; rikki and julia

snow is an element associated with isolation and loneliness, with harsh and cold personalities

both of them have isolated themselves before. rikki grew up being harsh to others, scaring everyone away - because she was afraid of getting hurt. julia, we know she isolated herself from the others after the karl incident. we don't know much about her other than that, except she probably died alone if her locket ended up in an estate sale

rikki could've ended up like julia. but she didn't - because she warmed up to her friends, and she learned to be more open with them (again ignoring mm)

next. cleo and gracie

i find it interesting, how different they sound to be? gracie was a free-spirited model, she only ever wore unique things and everyone that knew her talked admiringly of her from what i remember. cleo, on the other hand, she'd been shown to be unconfident, preferring to stay out of the limelight, and resistant to change

but in the end, it was gracie that burnt out and took everything down with her, while cleo overcame her fear, learned to adapt, and to love being in the water

(thinking about when louise said rikki's power was the most dangerous. anyways)

finally, emma 'n louise

louise saw herself in emma for a reason, she gave her locket to her. and i take that to mean she was like emma, when she was younger - although she's def a lot more carefree now (and cryptic)

emma's very grounded, she's stubborn. and set in her ways, which makes her the perfect candidate for earth. but one of her biggest problems is that she puts too much responsibility on her shoulders

i mentioned snow was an element associated with isolation, but it's also an element associated with childish fun, like snowball fights - and building snowmen

so tldr; i hc that julia had emma's power of ice, gracie had rikki's power of fire, and louise had bella's power of earth

also. what it means for louise and bella, that they have the same powers. i think it's more interesting if there were more parallels in play than just the direct counterparts. so, louise and bella

first off, of course, their shared powers / elements - (i don't think bella can just turn things to jelly, it relates to my pressure manipulation idea)

louise was with her friends, when she got her powers. bella, on the other hand, was alone to deal with her tail and powers

then bella found others like her, and she wasn't alone anymore. louise lost her friends, and she gave up her powers because it was too much for her to handle by herself

and one last thing. the locket gems

fires can be a lot of different colors, the hottest being blue

diamond, which is a popular hc (?) for em's gem, is representative of earth + pressure

and julia's red gem. idk. santa claus or something. the berries on mistletoe. blood on snow. just a bunch of holiday assocations for julia ig? could've just been her favorite color

[sometimesanalice]

Do you have any headcannons for Bradley and sweet girl that you’re particularly fond of but haven’t had an opportunity to talk about?

So, so many!

But one I’m particularly soft over is that Sweet Girl has a locket that Carole gave her for her 13th birthday that she treasures. So she doesn’t wear it very often because if anything were to happen to it she would be so upset about it.

There’s a moment the evening before SG and Bradley get married where it really hits him that Mav is his only family who will be there. (I’m not sure if I’ve talked about it on here before, but in the LIC Universe Goose has a twin brother. But Bradley never really knew him because the brothers had a falling out, and then knowing that his Uncle has the same face as his dead dad is a bit too much for him. So he’s never pursued a relationship with him.)

And while he’s so excited to become a husband and to make SG his wife, it’s a little bittersweet for him too. Especially since he knows how much Carole loved her and would be so, so happy for them.

As she walks down the aisle his eyes catch on something glinting in the sun dangling from the ribbons on her bouquet. When she’s in front of him, he reaches out for it and sees it’s the locket that his mom had given her. And it’s opened and on one side is a picture of Carole and the other of Nick. And she’s gently tells him “I told you they’d be here”.

The man is so overwhelmed by the gesture that he nearly jumps straight to the “you may kiss the bride” part before they’ve even gotten started. 💖

Thank you for this ask because I don’t know if I’ll ever write their wedding (even though I have her dress and everything picked out. Including the green velvet chairs at the sweethearts table 💚) and getting to share this bit makes me so happy!

come chat!

[toastedstims]

A zelink stimboard for @bookiezzz !!

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[incorrectsibunaquotes]

Okay but the Frobisher gem being purple and the Osirian’s powers being purple… I’m having deep thoughts

[princesslocket]

I pray that when they drop dorm Silver SSR you pull 2 in your first 10 roll. Be blessed by the bestest goodest boy in all of twisted wonderland (sparkles)

OMP WOULDN'T THAT BE A TREAT!!! THANK YE KINDLY!!! ;W;///

[lavenderfieldsandlemonade]

[arctic-hands]

Crystals and gems are a cool aesthetic but I don't trust buying them new and even when an Etsy shop labels it as vintage I'm weary about where it's been sourced from because people lie. Also Etsy has a ridiculous amount of fake resin gems so like they're just a bad place to buy gems from all around lol

Anyway yada yada plastic evil but if my choice was a gem that was prolly mined by child slaves, a giant resin pointy crystal listed as genuine, or some classic Bakelite tigers eye bracelet? I'm taking the Bakelite

[oepionie]

— "HIS COMPLETE DEVOTION" malleus draconia

SYNOPSIS: "Don't touch me! I have a lover!" - After accidentally getting hit in the head with a powerful spell, Malleus is left delirious and confused. You try to help him but he doesn't seem to recognize you.

Character/s: Malleus Draconia x GN! Reader

Tags: Fluff, Established relationship, Malleus is a loyal dragon, Reader is part of the gargoyle appreciation club, Mentions of nausea, He keeps a locket of you aww

A/N: This prompt/idea was requested by a friend!

WordCount: 800+ | 💌Masterlist | PART II HERE

Green lightning began to strike and forsake the grey sky. Every student on campus could hear the wind howling through the thick dripping rain, a sinking feeling of dread permanating through the atmosphere.

The aged concrete walls shook from a shrill scream, the anguished cry echoing out through the hundred chambers in the castle.

"YOUNG MASTER!" Sebek drove his fingers into his scalp, screaming as thick tears dribbled down his flushed face. From his reaction, you'd think he was the one who got hurt instead.

Lilia tutted and carefully inspected Malleus' head. The young prince was laying on the ground writhing in pain. Lillia pressed his thumb against the dragon's temple, examining the Fae's reaction.

Sebek and Silver surrounded the two, ensuring that no one could get past them. Malleus was in a vulnerable state right now, he had to be protected at all costs.

"The spell was quite powerful however it's not serious. Other than some temporary mental confusion, he should be fine." Lilia muttered, helping Malleus stand up. The young prince stumbled around for a bit, almost as if he was intoxicated.

"Malleus!" You threw the doors to the dorm open, running over to the group. It's only when you got closer did you notice your lover's spinning eyes, glazed over as he blinks at the blank concrete floors. Worried out of your mind, you rushed over to him.

"Tsunotarou! I heard what happened…are you okay?" The fae appeared a little puzzled. You stood before him and he fixed his gaze on you, confused and...disgusted?

With a hint of hesitance, you reached your hands up to cup his cheeks. Only to gasp when Malleus glowered and grasped onto your wrists, ripping your hands off of his face.

Silence fell over the room as he dropped his grip on your arms, allowing them to hang limply by your sides. Everyone gawked at Malleus as if he had just grown two heads.

Malleus? Malleus rejected your affection? The Malleus who waits outside your dorm an hour before classes just to walk you to school? The Malleus who once caused a week-long storm just because he couldn't sit next to you in class? Your Malleus?

You felt your heart sink. They say drunk words were sober thoughts. Did Malleus secretly despise you?

"Listen here-" Malleus snarled, his unfocused eyes flashing a luminous emerald green. The radiance and illumination hypnotizes you for a while. A kaleidoscope of green and blue swirling around the gems that were his eyes.

"No matter how alluring you look-you can't tempt me. I-" Malleus lurched forward, nearly falling over. You ran to catch him but he pushed you away, stepping back blindly. He raised a finger at you. "I-I already have a lover!"

"Yes-That's…me?" You blinked, confused out of your mind.

Malleus only scoffs at you, shakily taking a few steps towards the entrance. It was clear that his head still shook and ached from the spell's blow. Sebek was quick to stop him, holding Malleus steady. "Young Master! Where are you going?!"

"To my-my treasure. My darling prefect." Malleus slurred, leaning against Sebek for support. He continued his rambling. "It's Thursday- We have a club meeting."

"Tsuno-I mean-Malleus, today is Tuesday." You piped up, pressing a hand against his back. With shaky legs, he pushed Sebek off and turned to glare at you.

"Silence. It is not."

Lilia laughs hysterically, doubling over and grabbing onto his knees. Oh, this was comedy gold for him. Shaking his head at his father, Silver strode up to Malleus and placed his hand on the young prince's shoulder.

"Malleus, you're still delirious. Why don't you sit down."

Both Silver and Sebek started to guide the woozy fae onto the couch. You followed suit, taking a pillow and placing it under his head. He turned to face you, his head spinning, a loopy snarl and glare on his face.

"I...I already told you- I have a lover." He groans into his hands, nausea washing over him like waves.

The fae begins frantically rummaging through his pocket. He yanks out a little locket in the form of a heart, holding it up for you to look at. He hands it to you with an arrogant smirk on his face.

"See?"

"O-Oh?"Gently taking it into your hands, you flipped the metal cover over to see a picture of you inside.

It was a photo from your very first anniversary. You were wearing a flower crown made with roses Malleus grew himself, it was one of the many gifts he gave you that day.

Though only your head and neck could be seen in the picture since his coat had almost completely engulfed you. It was a chilly day and Malleus graciously lent you his coat after you had forgotten to wear one.

You stared at the photo fondly, shutting it close before handing the necklace back to the fae.

"Your partner must be lovely." You whisper softly and Malleus sighs, lolling his head back to stare at the ceiling lovingly.

"Oh. They are much more than that."

PART II | Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated and really motivating on my end!

[writing-fanics]

Alastor is a girl dad and u can’t tell me otherwise. If he were to have a kid with his s/o when he was alive he’d absolutely adore his little girl. You’d name her after his mother

her always cradle her in his arms when she cried while u were asleep. He’d help feed her when u are fussy or cranky. He’d help out anyway he can.

He’d sing her to sleep while rocking her in his arms.

If she has a nightmare and comes into your shared bedroom, he’d immediately place her in between the two of you and place your hand on her stomach

Alastor would always make her favorite foods on special occasions, he wished his mother was here to see her grandchild. He loved telling stories of his mother to his daughter.

whenever his little girl was sick he’d be worried not panicked though unlike you. You’d be worried sick staying by her bedside rubbing her hand and helping her eat and drink.

Alastor would give anything to see you and his little girl again but the two of u were angels and he definitely isn’t looking for any redemption even if it meant seeing the two of you again.

he liked the power he had here even if it kept him away from his family. All he had now was the locket tucked underneath his clothes a picture of his love and daughter smiling

maybe one day he might see you again maybe..

[updated added]

oh and alastors wife and child died in a car accident they were hit by a car when crossing the steeet it had swearved in traffic

Already knowing alastors backstory from old Q/A and fan theories knowing he was shot in the head in a dog related accident

He found out who caused the accident and murdered him which inevitably lead to his death

Alastor would be a wreck internally when he heard news of your death as well his daughter. He’d force a smile on his face despite inside he’d be screaming wailing.

You were absolutely everything to him he never once thought he’d actually settle down. Then he met you and absolute gem. And he grew to love you. Eventually asking to court you then marrying you not long after.

when you found out u we’re having a baby u we’re estatic and when he held his little girl for the first time. he couldn’t be happier.

[sarawritestories]

Starfall With The General Pt 2.

CassianX F Female

A/N: I am going to go ahead and let you know this is my first time writing smut. I fully anticipate this being bad but I tried my best, but that aside I am really proud with how this part came out! Also thank you for sending all the love on my first Cassian story! As always feedback is welcomed!

Find Part 1 Here

Summary: Finding out Cassian, the Lord of Bloodshed, your best friend is your mate, the two of you spend the evening embracing the bond.

Warnings: SMUT NSFW (Minors DNI), teasing, (Fem Oral sex and m/f sex), disgustingly cute fluff, Brief mentions of grief

Word Count: 3.3K

Cassian’s gave you a full smile that made you grateful he had a toned arm wrapped around your waist as your legs began to quiver. “I have been waiting for you to say those words for so long, Princess.” He gives your nose a light kiss, “That’s the other reason, I waited, I was hoping it would be a mating gift not a Starfall gift.” Cassian separated from you getting a better look at your face tucking stray lock of hair behind your ear. “If you wanted to accept the bond that is –“

You reach up on your tiptoes and silence him with a kiss of your own. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and squeezed. You pulled away, “I’ve loved you for so long Cassian,” the confession caused the Illyrian to blush, and you placed a hand on his cheek that he leaned into, his eyes shutting. “My Mate.” Cassian groaned at the words, you kissed his cheek and whispered, “My mate,” a kiss on the forehead, “My Mate,” he growled his nails clawing at your back, the sound rumbling against your check. Kissing his other check, “My handsome,” Kiss on his nose, “Kind,” peck on his eyelid, “Strong,” then the other eyelid lowering yourself, feeling how your words were affecting him. Your mouth hovering over his, gripping the nape of his neck, “Mate.” You mold your lips to his and there is another growl reverberating from Cassian’s chest.

The General lowers his hands and grips the globes of your ass giving it a squeeze, and lifting from the ground you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. His growing arousal rubbing against your center causing you to moan in his mouth as he makes his way back into the bedroom.  He lays you gently on the bed and grazes his one hand up to your breast and squeezed sending you into state of bliss and his other hand lowers and grips your thigh exposed from the slit of the dress and he pulls away from you. His gaze primal no hint of hazel in his eyes, “This dress is downright sinful, Sweetheart.”  He slides the hand that gripped your breast grazed upward, past your locket and his eyes drifted to the red jewel on your choker his fingers gripping the gem his siphons singing in response, “Was your goal to let all of Velaris know you’re mine by wearing this?” Your eyes fluttered shut as the hand on your thigh rose nearing the apex of your legs, your hips lifting in hopes he would move them closer.

He chuckled and removed his hand from your leg and your eyes flashed open and gave him a pout. He winked at you and you thought that your heart was going to give out as he wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed lightly, “I asked you a question, Sweetheart.”

Your hand went up to wrap around his wrist your thumb drawing circles on his pulse. “Mor picked this outfit, “She waited a beat and gave him a playful smirk, “Though Azriel did say I could have the Lord of Bloodshed on his knees worshipping me tonight.”

He squeezed your neck slightly his eyes darkening, “Did he now?” you nodded, he smirked his eyes glinting. The General released her grip and helped her stand from the bed, spun you around and unzipped the dress and dragged it over your hips and let it fall to the floor, your black laced panties the only thing covering you. “Turn around, Y/N,” on instinct you faced him you’re his nostrils flaring as he takes in your bare breast, and he hooks his fingers on the elastic of your panties.

He hummed as his wings flared out the moonlight highlighting the membrane of his wings and entranced you, “Y/N,” Cassian’s gruff voice brought your gaze back to his. He smiled a primal smile that caused heat to reach down to your core as he closed the distance and pressed his lips to your ear, “Never say another male’s name in bed again,” The sound of fabric ripping causing your heart rate to spike as Cassian ripped your underwear in half “Unless you want your panties in your mouth.”

“Yes, General.” You purred giving a playful smirk.

Cassian darkened stare lightened for a moment, and he flicked your nose, “Smart ass. Lay on the edge of the bed for me.”

You do as you’re told and lay on your back your elbows holding your weight to keep you up to watch him, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Cassian took a step back and took off his shirt exposing his toned tan muscles glistening in the moonlight the silver scars glittering his skin, each one. He threw it over on the chair in the corner and slowly turned back to you and caused your breath to hitch. You almost passed out as he got on his knees and began to crawl to her. The tattoos across his chest resembling flames rising with his slow languid movements. “Cassian,” You whispered in an exhale.

He reached the bed, and his calloused hands gripped your ankle and peppers kisses up your leg and you moaned, the Lord of Bloodshed paused at your thigh and his hazel eyes met yours, “Say my name again, Princess,” and he held your gaze as he grazed his tongue up her thigh.

You toss your head back and whimpered, “Cassian,” he hummed against your skin as his breath hovered over your folds. “Please, Cassian.”

Cassian gave a long languid lick against your folds, “Hmm I like the way you beg,” you mewled as he began to devour you. Your clit was met with licks and nips causing your back to arch. Cassian presses his forearm against your torso and presses you down to the bed.  He as he sucks your clit, he slips a finger in your folds and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Cassian began to slowly move his finger pumping and you clutched the sheets. Cassian inserted a second finger, and his movements became in sync with his tongue. Sweat began to form on your brow and completely unraveled as he curled his fingers hitting that sweet spot just right.

You tried wiggling your hips to move faster but the arm on your hips wouldn’t budge, and as stars sparked in your eyes you screamed out your mate’s name as pleasure washed over you. Cassian removed his fingers and replaced it with his tongue as you rode out your orgasm. When your body relaxed Cassian rose again and kissed up your torso and up until he reached your lips once more. You could taste yourself on his mouth and bucked your hips and he huffed, “You are insatiable,” He whispered his hazel eyes meeting yours, “my beautiful girl.”

You rolled your hips again, at him calling you his girl, and you grazed your nails down his torso and grip the edge of his pants. He lightly grips your wrist and kisses the inside of your palm maintaining eye contact with you. His gaze causes you to writhe, “Cassian, please.” He releases your hand and removes his pants, and he crawls back onto the bed, his hands finding yours, interlacing his fingers to yours. “Cass,” you pant, as he teases at your entrance.

“I love you, Sweetheart.” He says before thrusting into you, giving you little time to adjust to him. Cassian began leaving open mouth kisses against your neck as he pulls out and slams back and your head falls back in a silent scream. He released your hands, and you wrapped your arms around his back avoiding, your nails clawing at his back trying to bring him closer to you. Cassian flared his wings in response.  Cassian’s lips trail down, and his teeth grazed over your nipple before taking it in his mouth. His fingers pinching and groping your other breast.

Pleasure was building as Cassian’s thrust moves in tandem with his tongue against your breast, and your hands move to the General’s hair and gripped it tight, and he moaned against your nipple, releasing it with a pop, he picks up the pace as he grips the back of your thigh and wraps it around his waist. His hair still in your grip you pull his face toward yours and pecked his lips, “I love you, Cassian.” You whispered over his lips.

Cassian’s face gleams with sweat as he smiles and his thrust becoming erratic, “Say that again, Princess.”

“I love you,” you moaned as his hand slides down and his thumb begins to rub against your clit and your eyes shut as your back arches as pleasure takes over. Cassian at the same time moans as his release fills your pussy.  His wings are trembling as he rides out both of your orgasms.

Cassian nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, and you wrapped your hand around the nape of his neck and rubs circles with her thumb. Cassian hums in contentment as the two of you lay entwined for a while. The Lord of Bloodshed snakes an arm around your shoulders, and he slowly pull out of you, protesting with a whine at the emptiness you were feeling.  Silently, slid an arm behind your knees and hoisted you up. Laying your head on his shoulder you let your eyes droop as he makes his way to the bathroom where the house has already had a bath ready.

He lowers you in the tub and the warm water hits your skin and you sigh. You open your eyes and see that he is getting soap and oils prepared, “Are you not joining?”

He looked over at you and the love in his features made you grateful you were sitting. Your heart was racing, the gold bond between the two of you shining. He cups your cheek, and his thumb strokes your cheek. “Another time, Sweetheart,” you nodded as he removed his hand, “wet your hair for me?” You adjust until you can tip your head back to get your hair submerged underwater.

Cassian rubs the soap in between his hands, he pats the edge of the tub, and she leans your head back and he begins to lather the soap in your hair, and you groaned as he continues washing your hair. You open your eyes the warm glow of the fae lights casting shadows on the ceiling thoughts of the events of the night swirling in quick images. “Cass?”

“Hm?” he responded as he massages your scalp.

You bit your lip debating asking the question lurking on your mind, “When did you know?”

You didn’t need to elaborate when he began rinsing your hair. “The day Rhys was taken,” He stated matter of factly as he ran his fingers through your hair gently pulling the tangles bunching at the ends.  You tried to level your breathing as he continued, “Az had just told you what happened and you locked your eyes with mine, tears beginning to gather there, and it snapped, and you barreled into my arms and sobbed.” You remained silent.  “I was so angry with the Cauldron and the mother. Why would they have the bond snap at this point when we lost Rhys? You didn’t need the pressure of accepting a mating bond and mourning the loss of a friend. I also wanted you to come to terms with this bond on your own.”

 He pressed his palm against her back, a silent request for you to sit up and you move your hair swiping it over your shoulder. A warm rag reached her back as he began washing her body, “This explains why I was always aware of you following me on my walks.” He chuckled as he grazed the rag across your arm. Your brows furrowed in thought, “Was that the reason you were following me, because of the bond?”

Cassian’s hand paused at the question, he hooked a finger under your chin forcing you to look at him, “Absolutely not. Do you honestly believe I would have just let you cope with Rhys being taken alone? Or did you not know that I was in love with you well before Amarantha?”

Your eyes widen slightly, “You were?”

Cassian winced, “I guess I wasn’t as obvious about it as I hoped.” He resumes washing your body, “I thought you were beautiful when we met you in the forest that day. The fierce determination in your eyes, but then we brought you back to Velaris and you had asked me to train you, and we had grown close, and I got you to laugh for the first time since you escaped your former lover.” You heard him drop the rag and he held out a hand for you to grab. You take it and he helps you up. Cassian wraps a soft towel around your torso and stole a kiss his hands gripping your arms. He pulls away and says, “that gorgeous laugh was when I knew that my heart was yours and would forever be yours.”

Your breaths were shallow, at the confession, you watched as your mate grabbed a bottle of oil and led you back to the bedroom where a pair of sleeping pants and a nightgown appeared on the bed. Cassian chuckled and placed the oil on the bed and put on the sweatpants as you slip off the towel and put on the nightgown it accentuated your breast and fell to the middle of your thighs. You grab the oil and stare at your shirtless mate tying his hair up in a bun causing you to bite your lip. You gaze down to the oil and grab it “On the bed, General, my turn.”

Cassian winks at you as he finishes tying his bun, “As you say, Princess.” He moves to lay on his stomach and lets his wings sprawl out. You get on the bed and kneel beside him. You put some of the oil on your hand and warm before you rub his shoulders and begin kneading out the knots there.

A few breaths go by before you say, “That day in the forest,” you felt Cassian still as you proceeded to massage his back the raised skin of scars, he has earned in battle kissing the pads of your finger, “I felt like I was at my breaking point when you three found me, I never thought I would be able to love or be loved. I thought I was broken. The way you held out your hand and gave me a warm smile, I knew I was in danger.” You could hear him snort and you pinched his back, “I was in danger of finding hope in that smile, ass.” The chuckling stopped as you moved to massage the patch of skin between his wings careful not to touch the sensitive membrane. “Though you never looked at me like I was someone who needed fixing, someone who needed to be put back together.”

Another low moan as you eased the tension in his back though Cassian adjusted his head only, so his words were clear for you to hear, “You were never broken, Y/N. You never needed to be fixed.”

You lean down and kiss between his wings in appreciation, “I know that now, I didn’t at the time. Though I did know I wanted to be closer to you. So, would you believe me if I told you that was my whole motivation in asking you to train me.” You move to his lower back, and you saw there was a shit-eating grin on his face at the confession, “I never wanted to risk the friendship we made and the strong bond we already had.” A pause. “I couldn’t handle the idea that you would reject me, and the gnawing thought that I was not worthy of your love.” Your hands laid idle at the confession; Cassian shifted to a sitting position his hazel eyes meeting yours and his face fell. “Rhys, told me I needed to be brave, and tell you how I feel.” A tear fell on your cheek and your mate was quick to swipe it away as you gave a pathetic chuckle, “He said if you returned my feelings we would celebrate with a drink and if you rejected me, that there was a 2000-year-old aged wine that had our name on it in his office.” You averted your gaze, finding your hands interesting. You closed your eyes and inhaled through your nose, “So I did, I entered the library of the townhouse,” you winced at how unsteady your voice sounded as more tears threatened to fall, “You and Az had solemn look on your faces, and I knew something was wrong.”  Cassian scooped you in his arms and you laid your head on his shoulder breathing in his scent. His wings cocooned us providing an extra level of warmth and comfort. “You told me Rhys was taken and all those feelings of helplessness rushed back to the surface like the day in the forest.” Soothing circles were rubbed against your back as your mate pressed his cheek against the top of your head. “Though this time, I made sure that despite my feelings, I would make sure that those around me would not feel the way I was feeling. Pushed my feelings toward you aside, to help our people, to do something Rhys would be proud of. So I did.”

At the end of the day that is what kept you getting out of bed those 50 years. Putting in the work to help the people that Rhys loved dearly, that had welcomed you with open arms. In hopes that he would come home one day and be proud of you for all the work you did.

You must have left your shields down as a familiar voice filtered in your head, “I am so proud of you, Y/N.”

“Busy body,” you retorted as you could hear his laughter.  “Love you, Rhys.”

“Love you too, Darling,” There was pause, “Try not to keep my general up all night, will you.”

You rolled your eyes and sent him an image of you flipping him off, “You’re Insufferable, Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” There was one more pause, “I am happy for both of you, you two bring out the best in each other.” And with that your Highlord, Brother, best friend left your mind, and you were quick to put your shields up.

A kiss was planted on the top of your head, “Where did you go?” Cassian’s voice grumbled a look of concern in his eyes.

You leaned in to kiss him and he didn’t protest you could feel the bond thrumming as you pulled back, “Oh just dealing with a busy body Highlord.” Cassian growled and placed a hand over his beating heart and how it raced at her touch. “Relax, my thoughts were just loud, and my shields were down, he told me not to keep you up all night.”

Mischief was in your handsome mate’s eyes, “He’s an idiot if he thinks I’m leaving your side tomorrow anyway.” Butterflies trembled in your stomach at the commitment, “I mean by the sound of it, we have well over 50 years of time to make up.

You smirk, “Should we start now?” You question, quirking a brow. Cassian’s smile is perfectly primal as he cups your cheek and crashes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss and places you on the bed, clawing off your nightgown and the room is filled with the sounds of moans and proclamations of love.

Later that Night

Cassian was watching as your chest rose and fell as you were asleep, unable to prevent himself he let his knuckles graze your cheek. You stir slightly only to nudge closer against his bare chest searching for warmth. His arm wrapped around your waist tucking you closer to him along with his wing. He took in your beauty, how he longed for this night, to have you in his arms and finding comfort in his embrace. He smiled and kissed your sleeping forehead. His mate. His beautiful, selfless, kind mate was in his arms, his brother was finally home and for the first time in 50 years the General drifted into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

Bonus Part

[entertainmyfait]

Hello hermitblr this morning I put gem in my locket

I love being an adult that is allowed to do adult things

[thirtysomethingloser92]

Hi hi I was just wondering if ur taking requests could u do a 97!Remy LeBeau x fem!mutant!reader headcanon list of going on a date in New Orleans 👉🏼👈🏼

I don't think I've ever done a headcannon list before so I'LL TRY.

Remy, ever the charmer, surprises you with an invitation in true Cajun fashion—leaving a handwritten note with a single red rose at your doorstep. The note simply reads, "Dinner à New Orleans, chérie? Pack y'self a lil' dress, we gon' have some fun."

Remy picks you up in a sleek black convertible, the engine purring as music plays softly in the background. He's dressed in a tailored dark suit with a hint of his usual flair—a red silk shirt peeking through. He gives you a once-over, eyes sparkling as he says, "Mon dieu, chérie, y'lookin' like a dream come true."

He takes you on a leisurely walk through the French Quarter before dinner, guiding you by the hand through cobblestone streets. Remy points out little historical tidbits and shares colorful local legends, his arm occasionally brushing yours. He loves showing off his city, and his accent grows thicker the more excited and animated he gets. His pride in his roots is infectious, and you can’t help but feel enamored by his passion.

Remy makes sure you stop for a moment to enjoy the vibrant street performers—a lively jazz band plays under the glow of old-fashioned street lamps. Without warning, he spins you into a playful dance right there on the sidewalk, leading you in a few smooth, flirty moves. He chuckles when you stumble slightly, pulling you closer and whispering, "Just follow m'lead, chère."

He takes you to a hidden gem restaurant known only to locals—tucked away, intimate, and filled with the aromas of Cajun spices. You’re seated in a cozy corner, candles flickering softly on the table. Remy orders in flawless French, his eyes never leaving yours. The conversation flows effortlessly between playful banter and deeper confessions, with Remy listening intently whenever you speak.

Remy insists on ordering a variety of dishes for you to try—gumbo, crawfish étouffée, jambalaya—each one more delicious than the last. He teases you about the spices, but when you handle the heat with ease, he raises an impressed eyebrow. "Didn’t think y’could keep up wit’ a Cajun’s palate, chère. Guess y'full of surprises, huh?"

At one point, Remy uses his powers in a subtle yet impressive display. With a flick of his wrist, he charges a small card, letting it glow softly in the dim light before tossing it away, harmlessly discharging the energy. It’s his way of showing off, but also a reminder that beneath the charm and the smiles, he’s got an edge that’s both thrilling and dangerous.

After dinner, Remy whisks you away to a riverboat cruise along the Mississippi. The boat is old-fashioned, with a big paddlewheel and a lively jazz band playing on the deck. He takes you out onto the balcony where the city lights glitter on the water. As you lean on the railing, he wraps his coat around your shoulders and stands close behind, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs about the sights.

Near the end of the night, Remy takes you to a little antique shop that’s open late. He insists on buying you a small keepsake—a delicate locket with a tiny flower engraved on it. He fastens it around your neck, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary as he gazes into your eyes. "Now y’got a piece of New Orleans wit’ ya, wherever y’go."

He walks you back to your door, the night air still warm and filled with the faint scent of magnolias. Remy leans against the doorframe, smirking as if he’s in no rush to leave. When the moment finally feels right, he steps closer, tilting your chin up gently. His kiss is soft and slow at first, filled with unspoken promises of more nights like this. As you part, he whispers, "Bonne nuit, ma belle. This ain’t gon’ be our last rendezvous."

[steamclouds]

I regularly think about this. It's so random and out of the blue. My favourite item in Forgotten Realms lore, the heart-shaped locket of friendship.

(Excerpt from R.A. Salvatore's The Halfling's Gem)

[kusakiguzen]

Hello..how are you?.Well,I don't mind what you want to do anywhere. Headcanon or detailing fic. I got that thought make me wonder until I eat. I imagine this Cale Henituse/Han Yoojin already got the start of his own strong allies so (Y/ N) felt that she was a burden so or she thought they didn't need her anymore that's why she disappeared without telling them..That's more or less my imagination..I'm sorry for rambling(⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)..

Take care of yourself, writer.. Make sure to drink a lot of water.. Goodluck for study or work(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Hiii thank youu!!

When i read your request it was more like this in my mind

Our dear reader who didn't realise that her bf/hubby was a yandere, went out in secrate since its his birthday was coming up. Her timing was wrong and no one noticed she left. When he realises she isn't in her room, he searches the whole building/mansion. He doesn't have much stamina so you can imagine how tired he must have been after running from room to room hoping you would be there. He started panicking and called all his subordinates, practically ordered them to find you. His right hand man finds you in a male accessory shop looking for something. He zooms their pretending to just stop by. He finds it so cute when you blush and stutter trying to make excuses since his gift was supposed to be a secrate, but all in vain when the shop keeper brings out the custom order you had placed months ago and only went to collect it. It was a thin neckless, with a small openable? locket with a picture/ painting of you two (painting which u made by hand) also adorned with gems complimenting both of your eye colour . And he is over the moon. He escorts you back with him and then picks you up, takes you to the bedroom for a long night. He keeps whispering 'you are the best gift' while thrusting hard and fast. He tell you he want to wear it now while fucking you so you could see how good it looks on him.

Lets just say you both liked the result of you sneaking out.

Ps. He fucked you harder on his birthday while wearing the neckless. You found out you were pregnant like a month later......

And i'll make headcanons since i really liked your idea!

☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

[k1ngsnak3]

Little low effort Limited Life Scott doodles

Handwriting translation (and extra thoughts) beneath cut

(From left of image to right, notes I wrote in the image will be italicized and extra thoughts will be regular)

Pirate captain's jacket he stole from God knows where. I like LimLife Martyn and Scott as a siren/pirate type duo. Also the image is more of a rough draft but I like to think his jacket is very expensive looking like a pirate captain's, because he isn't actually a siren but I like the allusion to how sirens were said to kill sailors and sink ships.

Simple epaulettes that double as armour. I like to think that if the players try hard enough they can make a full armor piece into anything, kind of how irl you can mod things to make armour look cooler.

Kelp wrapping, cetacean hybrid features instead of fish. The kelp wrapping is just because of the siren thing and a very very subtle reference to the stripes on his shirt in the og skin . Also he's like a dolphin or smth instead of a fish because the way the flukes (fins) on mermaid tails are arranged is actually how cetacean tails are (one fluke on each side) and not how fish tails are (one on top one on the bottom)

Rusty hinge, Heart locket, heart gem, Pocket watch. I really like the idea that every player in Limited Life had some sort of pocket watch type device to show their hours remaining. Oh dude I should make the little points on the clock hands hearts. Scott's watch is in a big fancy locket with a massive gem on it both as a way to show how much time he's on (the gem changes colors) but also to allude to the pirate thing with treasure and gems and such. Also its rusty because he's always around water.

Also extra thoughts on drawing Scott in general cause this is my first time drawing him ever. I wanted to draw him rounder because it fits hit personality in terms of shape language because he's a very friendly, social person does well not because he's really good at pvp but because he knows how to play the other players.

[twinqq]

bilbo and thorin did "pick a gem that matches the color of your partner's eyes and make a jewelry out of it" trend before it became popular and i will die on that hill.

or!! bilbo takes a light blue gem (i thought of zircon) and wears it as a pendant/lapel pin with chain; thorin takes a blue flower (i thought of forget-me-not), places it under glass and wears it in a locket.