#the velvet corp

[the-velvet-corporation]

OOC Beneath The Cut

New episodes are dropping! ill probably start with smaller episodes and work my way up! By episode 5 we should have all the little knacks worked out!

[bloodysticktape]

Drum Corps Stamps I made since the internet lacks them. (Free to use)

[harbingersecho]

Lasombra fashion show?

Now how did you know I've been meaning to draw fashion 'shows' for all the clans…?

But! Here's some Lasombra fashion stuff for you!

+ bonus because I love bullying Lasombra abt their tech issues (:

[whentheskittlesfightback]

i never related to those "hyperfixated on my ocs" posts until now. i needto explode

[taxi-davis]

waterfront dining & 猫 シ Corp. - Pink Velvet

[funniestbitchinfaerun]

Bg3 companions and what vintage fashion era I think they belong in based on vibes only

this post brought to you by my degree in costume design

Gale: with that hair he can only be from the 80s. Remember that Miami Vice guy with the white suits and pastel shirts? Gale would think he looked so cool in that fit but would be an obvious nerd anyway.

Shadowheart: 90s-early 2000s goth. she would wear those spaghetti-strap velvet dresses and chunky black platform boots. she was Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way before Ebony was.

Lae'zel: 1940s. Partly because of the militaristic nature of githyanki culture and partially because i think she would look so gorgeous in one of those Women's Army Corps uniforms with the little hats. Give Bae'zel a little hat.

Astarion: 1930s but specifically in the way of those British guys from Noel Coward plays who hang out in velvet smoking jackets all day.

Wyll: 1920s. I'm talking three-piece suits, Gatsby style. Long cigarette holder. Wingtip shoes. Doing the Lindy Hop all night. I'm swooning just thinking about it.

Karlach: Gives me serious late-70s punk energy. She needs a beat-up leather jacket with Ramones and Blondie pins and the ripped-est jeans ever. Hair can stay exactly the same.

Halsin: This one's easy. Late 60s hippie. Homemade tie-dye, flower crowns, Birkenstock sandals. Possibly one of those suede fringed jackets.

Minthara: Also 1930s in that slinky Joan Crawford femme fatale way. She'd rock those bias-cut evening dresses and fur coats. Don't worry about how she got those diamonds during the Great Depression.

Jaheira: 80s mom vibes. Her high-waisted jeans and shoulder-padded blazers conceal her superspy badassery.

Minsc: 1950s greaser in the wholesomest way imaginable. Don't fight me on this. Boo has a tiny leather jacket of his own.

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

Mitsiiiiii

Bonus concept doodle + lore underneath

Mitsi, like most wasps (specifically she is a thistledown velvet ant), was trained to be a soldier from the moment she pupated. While she isn't happy as a scout, she tolerates is because at least she is helping people in a way.

She was stationed in an area right outside of Bugaria, it was mostly just a Wasp Military Outpost right outside the Giant's Lair. Just far enough to not be considered in Bugaria, but just close enough to be within the Mother Crystal's reach and protection from Deadlanders. She was part of the patrols that went into the Giant's Lair, mostly to aid travelers or the Roach Village.

Anyway she's the one to find and rescue Victim. Things go normally from there, they make the outpost into a town, but the main difference is Victim never loses the obsession of Alan. And Mitsi, as much as she cares about Vic, is only a temporary distraction from it.

Anyway while this gets muddy from here because IDK yet, they both had very different ideas for Rocket Corp. Mitsi wanted to keep it just a tech company to aid people, Victim still wanted it to use that tech to get rid of Alan.

And in the moment where she's supposed to die, she survives. Just barely, she's stuck recovering for a LONG time, and moving inside Bugaria, Victim and Agent don't have any real way of finding out. And while she can come back, she decides against it. Victim has almost completely changed Rocket, and she doesn't want to be affiliated with it.

It was making her happy before, but. if she joined now it wouldn't be any different than how she was a soldier. So when she can, she decides to rebuild the home she lost. One small step at a time.

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

NAMES︰ abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. cain. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caspian. celeste. celestia. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiropteranne. choir. christian. cofette. coffin. coffine. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. grey. gwen. gypsy. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. mortis. mourge. mourgette. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctre. nocturne. noir. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. raven. ravenie. raveniette. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly. skulliene. skulliette. skully. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. vervain. vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.

PRONOUNS︰ abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. × . ♠️ . ♣️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 🌑 . 💀 . 🕯 . 🕷 . 🕸 . 🖤 . 🥀 . 🦇 .

[ackerink]

Hi. How are you?

Take your time. Don't be in a rush to write.

Levi Ackerman civilian x female reader captain

In which the reader here takes Levi's place in the plot.

The reader came from the underground with her two friends being taken by Erwin Smith.

Kuchel, Furlan and Isabel are alive and live as civilians along with Levi.

The reader is humanity's strongest soldier. Ackerman here is not the clan that suffered the experience 100 years ago, but rather the reader's clan.

The reader is shopping together with her squad. Levi and Kuchel have a tea shop. Levi admires the reader and would like to meet her, but he is shy. Petra ends up finding Levi's tea shop and tells the reader.

I leave the development up to you. I have so many ideas with this theme of the reader taking Levi's place that I don't know if you would accept it. But, don't feel obligated to do it.

this is an interesting idea, i'll make a place for this on my masterlist if you decide to submit another one of these "reverse au" asks!

"levi." kuchel lays her hands on her son's shoulders, only then does his attention begin to shift. "sorry," said levi. "i wasn't paying much attention." his response earns a laugh from of his mother. her hands linger on him, the scent of her soap, old wax candles and herbs calm his senses.

"i can see that, what were you looking at?" she asks, her eyes scanning the direction in which levi seemed so entranced in. the town falls silent, onlookers stare on at the incoming soldiers. the wings of freedom dawning their uniforms, blood staining their hands. kuchel's smile fades a little, yet she keeps quiet.

"the survey corps?" she mutters, tasting the words on her tongue as if she had never said them before. levi points, his finger following in your direction. "they call her 'humanity's strongest soldier'." he acknowledges, staring at you, watching you stride. a fatigued and wearied walk that looks like it drains you of whatever energy you have left.

still you stand out from the rest, levi can't explain it but he can sense fortitude, stability and resilience from you. he imagines having to hear the distant screams, pleas and howls of the soldiers who didn't back it back—the ones who were eaten, crushed or worse.

"what does it take to be the strongest? i want to ask her myself. . ." levi whispers, a silent prayer to whoever will listen that maybe, he'll get to meet you. kuchel ponders her son's words in silence, turning away from him to see to the customers who pass by.

mornings, nights, afternoons, all pass by and you do too. every expedition is another step towards something better, or maybe that's something you just tell yourself.

"excuse me," velvet features and soft, blue, warm irises is what levi is met with this morning. the woman waves to get his attention, wearing the uniform he had gotten so familiar with. "hello." levi greets her, a towel in his right hand, a duster in his left. "what do you sell here?" the young lady asks, an uncertain expression twists her face.

"tea, black tea, earl grey, chai. any kind." levi's eyes don't meet hers, too busy scanning her uniform. the robust characteristics taking up all of his attention until she speaks again. "um, can i get the chai?" a smile stretches across her face. "it's for my captain, she's not picky."

"your captain?" levi inquires, passing the box of tea over the thin wooden counter. the soldier nods, exchanging the currency in her hand for the tea. when she turns around there are other soldiers stalling, most likely waiting for her. when levi glances over her shoulder, he sees your face again.

"your captain is. . .humanity's strongest?" levi already knows the answer however he asks anyway. "i've always wanted to meet her." levi never thought of himself as shy though the prospect of even being in your presence makes his stomach flutter with trepidation. the woman nods again, her smile brighter than before. "really? i'll call her over for you." levi can't object, he can't shy away—not now. this is his moment to finally speak to you.

"captain! over here!"

[crepesuzette2023]

Fave reconciliation fics?

What a wonderful ask, thank you!

Reconciliation is such an important part of many Beatles fics, especially those about John and Paul. Don't we all wish they could have...And what if...and why couldn't they...

It's interesting, because on the one hand it's an intellectual challenge to come up with a good reconciliation story (could they have reconciled? How?), and on the other hand, it's pure self-indulgence: a way to give them the ultimate warm, fuzzy, tear-soaked, slicked up, soaring piccolo trumpet catharsis they deserved. Together.

Or perhaps their reconciliation will be a small gesture? A silent agreement? A warm little spark? Anyway, enough waffling: here are some older faves and more recent stories with reconciliation at its focus. Focus is on John and Paul, with some others added. It's a long-ish list, so here's a break.

(Just like) Starting Over by dollylux. John and Paul are writing together again in 1980. Is there anything better? (I found this one on @beatlesficrecs! Thank you, recommender.)

dreaming of the past by @revollver. 1969. To deal with the Apple corps horrors, John imagines a very sexy Tiny Paul during business meetings. When he confesses this to real Paul, something starts shifting.

broken-hearted jubilee by @backbenttulips. John listens to McCartney and...understands. He and Paul meet. Dot dot dot.

where the spirit meets the bone by @scurator. All right, "reconciliation" might be a bit of a reach, but on the other hand, no, it isn't. How would you call it if a man makes peace with the lost love that haunted his life, and breaks through to the happiness he deserves? Heartbreak and one of favorite endings ever, period—all in one fic. Read it to experience it yourself.

Aninut by @pauls1967moustache. The Beatles reconcile after Brian's death, the way they should have done.

believe me when i tell you by @zilabee. John talks to Paul about the way he sings Oh! Darling. The mesmerizing sight of the elusive McCartney heart, captured but not crushed by John's beautiful hands.

Lucky You by @crumblingcookies. 1970's. On a whim, Paul answers an ad in a gay paper looking for a Paul McCartney lookalike. The person placing the ad was John. It turns out this roleplay setting helps them to...reconcile.

Running with Scissors by @unchaineddaisychain. John and Paul reconcile after John cut the dress of Paul's girlfriend in Hamburg. Blood and blades and cuts and aftercare—incredibly hot and intense.

the touch of the velvet hand by downtothelastdrop. Early days. After Paul gives John his first blowjob, things become fraught and awkward. But not for long.

Origin of Love by @scurator and @paulmcfruity. 1971. After a boring business meeting, John and Paul spend some time alone and do what they fucking should have done. Extremely satisfying read.

Stop all the Clocks by @javelinbk. Paul and John retreat to Paul's farm in Scotland after Brian's death and confront their feelings about everything, including each other. Brian is beautifully present in this story.

Adventures in Total Honesty by @merseydreams. 1975. Paul and John meet after the grammies. They talk. They drink Margaritas. They...reconcile.

Slip of the Tongue by @pauls1967moustache. Maybe my favorite reconciliation story? 1960's. Paul and John reconcile after John says Stu's name during sex. John POV, but there's also a great POV switch to Paul here!

Bonus 1: Paul and Stu

Baselines by cloudy_blue. Stu gives Paul his bass after leaving the band. Reconciliation? A kind of truce.

filling the cracks that ran through the door by @wronglennon. Hamburg. John fights with Stu. Paul can't stand Stu. And yet, sex and reconciliation and sex are possible. A comforting thought in these times.

Bonus 2: Paul and Jim

Hand in Glove (Hand Covers Bruise) by @cherrycreamtangerine. Paul and Jim have the talk they should have had.

Bonus 3: Omegaverse Art (J/P). Yes, they reconcile. Thoroughly.

I Need You by @macca-is-art. Treat yourself. Just go there.

[peithopathos]

You know how Commandant Stilson sold Ranger titles to rich kids in the Early Years? I wonder if any of the "bought" Rangers are still around by Ruins of Gorlan. Like, imagine some rich unmarried middle child whose parents buy them a job as a Ranger because they just want him gone so bad. However, instead of buying himself a velvet cloak and flaunting his power around, he puts 213% of his pussy into becoming an *actual Ranger* based on tiny scraps of knowledge and hearsay.

He ends up joining the rebellion because he has genuine respect for the Corps/king but because the EY Ranger Corps was a bureaucratic nightmare with no documentation literally no one knows he's anything more than a slightly underperforming Ranger with a shitton of determination. Crowley only catches on like 30 years later when refiling some pre-EY paperwork and finds the "receipt" of his position's sale. By then, our unnamed fake-Ranger has had 3 apprentices and is nearly retired so Crowley just sweeps it under the rug.

[Alternatively: Everyone knows he's a "bought" Ranger immediately but he has so much moxy that they retro-fit him into a late apprenticeship anyway.]

[[Alternatively-Alternatively: The unnamed Ranger is Halt and his parents shipped him off into a mid-level position in a different country under a changed name as a plot to fake his death and have Ferris rule instead. Presumably, because Halt is clearly autistic and an "embarrassment" to the family.]]

[the-velvet-corporation]

[OOC POST]

HELLO EVERYBODY!

We are in need of voice actor(s)! We have a character named Calypse with nobody to voice her. She is black, so you need to be too if you'd like to voice act her. We just think it would be weird if the voice actor was white for a poc character. We can also take auditions for Cyprus, he's white! Proabably. I have no design for him yet. But we might already have someone for him, I'm unsure. Let us know if you're interested, and thank you for your time!

GOODBYE!

[chic-a-gigot]

Voici la mode de décembre 1935, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Somptueux manteaux de velours d'albène, belles robes de satin ou de crêpe rhodia, créant l'élégance du soir.

Sumptuous coats of albene velvet, beautiful dresses of satin or rhodia crepe, creating evening elegance.

Élégant manteau en velours d'albène velitaf de Chatillon Mouly Roussel, très joliment garni de renards bleus; comme vous le voyez, la tête part des épaules; les manches, larges, sont montées à plis tuyautés.

Elegant coat in Chatillon Mouly Roussel velitaf albène velvet, very nicely trimmed with blue foxes; as you can see, the head starts from the shoulders; the sleeves, wide, are set in piped pleats.

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Cette élégante toilette est faite en crêpe satin rhodia solana de Pierre Hurel; le côté brillant apparaît au panneau retourné dans le bas, lequel coupe le côté gauche; le décolleté drapé se termine par un long pan sur l'épaule.

This elegant toilet is made in Pierre Hurel's rhodia solana satin crepe; the shiny side appears at the turned-back panel at the bottom, which cuts the left side; the draped neckline ends in a long panel on the shoulder.

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Robe en bourdeline marocain rhodia de J. Bourdelin, très souple par son ampleur groupée en avant, retenue à la taille par la ceinture de velours rouge et au décolleté par une torsade.

Dress in rhodia Moroccan bourdeline by J. Bourdelin, very supple with its fullness gathered at the front, held at the waist by the red velvet belt and at the neckline by a twist.

—

L'élégance de cette toilette, en satin rhodia druidesse de Stunzi, réside dans son drapé, fixé à l'épaulette par un long pan bordé de renard argenté ainsi que celui dos; la taille, drapée, est retenue par une incrustation continuant la découpe du dos.

The elegance of this ensemble, in Stunzi rhodia druidess satin, lies in its drapery, fixed to the shoulder pad by a long panel edged with silver fox as well as that of the back; the draped waist is held by an inlay continuing the cut of the back.

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Ce manteau, complétant la robe ci-contre, est en velours bleu d'albène, envers satin rhodia 1100 de Pierre Hurel, avec manches-capes montées par des rangs de fronces; le col, drapé, se fixe dans le dos et fait corps avec l'empiècement; une large bande de renard argenté borde la cape.

This coat, complementing the dress opposite, is in blue albène velvet, reversed in rhodia satin 1100 by Pierre Hurel, with cape sleeves assembled with rows of gathers; the draped collar is fixed in the back and forms part of the yoke; a wide band of silver fox borders the cape.

[yoannlossel]

Nous présenterons ce livre vendredi à la Bibliothèque de Saint-Brieuc (détails plus bas : [FR]).

[ENG] Here is the Arts & Crafts version, entirely handcrafted, of my art book Forgotten Gods. We printed it with Psyché, using our own presses on Vélin d'Arches paper. Each design in the book was then screen-printed by hand with gold and colored inks, with up to five different screen-printing passes depending on the complexity of the pages.

Once the sheets were folded and gathered into signatures, Sophie Charlot, a Meilleur Ouvrier de France, meticulously bound them by hand. Belfea Archerie created all the leather parts and applied the dyes. Together, we assembled the covers on the book bodies bound by Sophie, and I gilded the cover with gold leaf (using three different shades of 22-23k gold).

Finally, I made the wooden cases and covered them with fabric. We then attached the clasp and the repoussé leather medallion, dyed by Belfea and gilded by me.

All the illustrations were printed using our presses; they are fine art prints on velvet-finish paper. With Psyché, we enhanced about thirty of them with gold (using several shades of 22-23k gold) to match the appearance of the original artworks. These illustrations were then hand-glued and protected with tracing paper, also hand-glued by Psyché and me.

King of Gods has represented a significant part of my work in recent years. It has been a passionate and enriching adventure, in the true spirit of the Arts & Crafts movement and in the footsteps of the Kelmscott Press. Thank you to everyone who worked on this book.

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[FR] Ce vendredi, à 18h30, à la Bibliothèque de Saint-Brieuc, nous animerons une table ronde avec Psyché Ophiuchus, Belfea Archerie et Sophie Charlot. Nous y parlerons de notre travail et présenterons cet exemplaire exceptionnel de Forgotten Gods, que nous avons réalisé ensemble, de manière artisanale.

Voici la version Arts & Crafts, entièrement réalisée à la main, de mon livre d'art Forgotten Gods. Nous l'avons imprimé avec Psyché, avec nos propres presses, sur du papier Vélin d'Arches. Chaque motif du livre a ensuite été sérigraphié par nos soins avec des encres dorées et colorées, jusqu'à cinq passages de sérigraphie différents selon la complexité des pages.

Une fois les feuilles pliées et rassemblées en cahiers, Sophie Charlot, Meilleur Ouvrier de France, s'est chargée de les relier méticuleusement à la main. Belfea Archerie a réalisé toutes les parties en cuir, ainsi que leurs teintures. Nous avons monté ensemble les couvertures sur les corps de livres reliés par Sophie, et j'ai doré la couverture à la feuille d'or (avec trois nuances différentes d'or 22-23 carats).

Enfin, j'ai fabriqué les coffrets en bois et les ai recouverts de toile. Nous avons pu fixer le fermoir et le médaillon en cuir repoussé et teint par Belfea, que j'avais également doré à l'or.

Toutes les illustrations ont été imprimées avec nos presses ; ce sont des tirages d'art fin sur du papier au fini velours. Avec Psyché, nous en avons rehaussé une trentaine à l'or (plusieurs nuances d'or 22-23 carats différentes) pour restituer le rendu des œuvres originales. Ces illustrations ont finalement été collées à la main, et protégées par un calque, également collé à la main par Psyché et moi-même.

Le King of Gods a représenté une partie importante de mon travail ces dernières années. Cela a été une aventure passionnante et très enrichissante, dans la pure tradition des Arts & Crafts et dans l'esprit de la Kelmscott Press. Merci à toutes les personnes qui ont travaillé sur ce livre.

[whentheskittlesfightback]

what if instead of the velvet corporation it was the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 corporation and they made 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 toothpaste and they had 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 employees who had to dye the toothpaste 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 colours 🤔🤔

LMFAOO @ifollowapollo

[hynnx22]

★my little flame★

Warnings: none, fluff

A/n: Heyy guys so I see that rengoku had the most votes so I’m giving you guys what you want and here it isssss I hope you guys like it and if you have any more requests or ideas that I should do feel free to tell me ur thoughts and also pls don’t suggest anything that has smut in it since I’m not really all that comfortable to make anything in that nature yet since I’m still new so plssss cut me some slack im try (;´д｀) but anyways that’s enough of me I hope u enjoy

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The warm sun bathed the tranquil landscape in golden hues as Rengoku guided you toward the shimmering lake nestled in a meadow far from the hustle of life’s demands. His enthusiasm was contagious, and though you had no idea what he had planned, his radiant smile reassured you that this day was going to be special.

It had been his idea to take a break from everything—the Demon Slayer Corps, the constant battles, and the lingering weight of duty. You both needed this escape, and when he proposed a picnic by the lake, you eagerly agreed. The thought of being surrounded by nature and in his company alone was all you needed to feel at peace.

Rengoku carried a large basket filled with all your favorite foods, his muscles flexing slightly under his loose white shirt. The sight of him like this—relaxed, smiling, and free from the weight of responsibility

—made your heart swell. You couldn’t help but admire how the sunlight seemed to embrace him, highlighting his golden hair and fiery eyes. He glanced over his shoulder, catching you staring, and chuckled softly.

“What’s this? Are you already captivated by the view before we even reach the lake?” he teased, his voice full of warmth.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think the view is following me, actually,” you replied playfully, earning a hearty laugh from him.

As the two of you reached the lake, the scene was nothing short of breathtaking. The water mirrored the sky, its surface rippling gently in the breeze. Tall trees framed the clearing, their leaves whispering softly as if guarding the serenity of this moment. Rengoku set the basket down on a soft patch of grass and spread out a blanket, gesturing for you to sit.

“It’s perfect here, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost reverent.

You nodded, taking in the tranquil beauty. “It really is. I can’t remember the last time I felt this peaceful.”

He sat beside you, close enough that his warmth brushed against you. As you shared the meal he had so carefully prepared, the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you—no demons, no missions, no worries. Just the sound of the lake and his laughter echoing in the breeze.

Unbeknownst to you, his heart was racing. Hidden in his pocket was a small box, and with each passing moment, the weight of it grew heavier. He waited for the perfect moment, savoring the joy on your face, the light in your eyes. And when the sun began to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and gold, he knew it was time.

Rengoku cleared his throat, his usual confident demeanor softening as he turned to face you fully. His warm hand gently took yours, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. The golden light of the setting sun made his eyes burn brighter, filled with an emotion so deep it made your breath catch.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion, “you’ve been my light in the darkest of days. When the world feels heavy, you remind me of the beauty in it. You remind me why I fight, why I persevere. And being here with you, away from everything… I’ve realized there’s only one thing I want more than anything else.”

You blinked, your heart pounding as he let go of your hand and reached into his pocket. Time seemed to slow as he pulled out a small velvet box and opened it to reveal a ring—simple yet elegant, its delicate design shining like the lake under the fading sun.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice now trembling slightly, “will you marry me? Will you let me spend the rest of my life loving and protecting you?”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. All you could hear was the soft lapping of the water and the rhythmic beat of your heart. Tears blurred your vision as a wave of joy and love crashed over you.

“Yes,” you whispered, then louder, “Yes, Rengoku! A thousand times, yes!”

His face lit up with a joy so radiant it rivaled the sun. He slipped the ring onto your finger, his hands gentle but sure. Then, with a laugh of pure happiness, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

In that moment, there were no demons, no battles, no burdens. There was only him, the love in his eyes, and the promise of a lifetime spent in each other’s arms. The lake, the sunset, the whispering trees—they all bore witness to the start of a new chapter, one filled with love, hope, and endless possibilities.