#they wanted her to have dream about it so she could help Celestia with the dream world thing

[kit-the-gaygent]

There was an episode of MLP where Luna and Celestia had their cutie marks switched and had to do each other's task

Long story short Luna accidentally caused a bad new article to surface, and a group of fillies didn't meet their goal for a field trip fundraise, and Luna felt so bad about it.

And everyone was like, you have other things to do, you can't help them right now. But like Luna is a princess, and one of the royal sisters to be exact. She lives in a castle, she should have access to funds. So why now donate money/bits to the school so the fillies could go on their field trip. It would only take a second to decree.

[celuere]

Not enough.

pairing: Arlecchino x fem!reader

context: after being apart for several weeks, you finally get to share a bed with your husband again

cw: fingering, making out, sesbian lex, marking, Arlecchino being desperate for her wife, Arle has a dick because I said so!!!, mentions of pregnancy, FLUFF, not proofread!

You could lowkey think of this as a continuation of Sweet Dreams, but that’s up to you! Also this work had me going through the all five stages of grief at once during 5am in the morning because tumblr decided to fuck with my brain.

NSFW utc, MDNI

„Arle- Mh-!“, not being allowed to take a quick gasp of fresh air as your husbands lips already found their way back onto yours. Hands wrapping around your body, pressing you closely against her chest as her tongue dived right back into your mouth. She just couldn’t get enough. Not enough of your addicting scent. Not enough of the immense heat radiating off of your body. Not enough of those sweet sounds of yours being swallowed right up by Arlecchino‘s own mouth as her crotch pressed right against the sensitive spot between your legs.

She missed you. Yearned for you. Yearned for you like you were her oxygen. Her only reason to wander this world. The only reason her curse hasn’t gotten the better of her yet.

You were only allowed to suck some badly needed air back into your lungs when she moved down your neck. Licking over the skin before deciding where to leave her mark. Then another one. And another one. All the while her hands got a hold of your ass as her nails dug into the muscle through the fabric of your sleeping pants, a sharp moan slipping past your lips, your slip surely being soaked from front to back by now.

She let go of your now in love bites covered neck, towering back over your already panting figure, „What do you want tonight, ma Cherie…?“, bringing her hand up to your face to gently put some of the messy strands of your hair behind your ear. Goodness, you looked absolutely divine with those flushed cheeks, swollen lips and the need shimmering in your eyes right back at hers… She wanted to devour you whole. Your soul. Your scent. Your wetness. Your touch. Just everything.

„I… I-I want all of you tonight… Every inch, every single curve, every-”, you were interrupted in your answer as Arlecchino silenced you via pulling you into yet another sloppy kiss. Not even bothering to swallow her own saliva, causing it to run down at the corners of your mouth as she felt your hands practically tearing open the buttons of her shirt. She didn’t as much as chuckle into the kiss, that is until you broke off the intimate connection only to show her pretty tits some affection, too.

„Dearest, you really don’t have-”

„I just said I wanted all of you tonight, didn’t I?“, your hands now cupping her chest in your palm, thumbs rubbing over her nipple as you studied her struggling expression.

„Then have all of me.“, that’s all you needed to wrap your lips around the soft bud, tongue circling around it as you kneaded the unattended boob with your free hand, slowly feeling it stiffen inside your mouth and you decided to gently bite down.

An almost guttural moan escaped your husbands throat at your sudden course of action, her raging boner almost painful beneath the tight fabric of her boxers, surely already leaking with precum.

„Celestia above… Come here…“, her hand grabbing underneath your chin to force you back up to face her before she drank in the feeling of your soft lips against hers once again. She just couldn’t help it for the love of whatever higher being sat in the castle looming over Teyvat. You owned her. Her thoughts. Her words. Her breath. Everything about Arlecchino was yours. She was as devoted to you as someone might be to an Archon.

On the other hand, you let her do as she pleased. No matter what. She wanted you to kiss her? Done. To ride that dick of hers? Done. Dress up in lingerie with a sweet collar grazing your neck? Consider it fucking done. If she asked you to jump, your first question would be „How high?“.

So you didn’t protest when her hand slipped right underneath your pants, directly into your panties. Her fingers playfully slipping through your soaked folds, careful not to hurt you with the three unclipped nails on that particular hand. A whine left your mouth as you wanted more than just her fingers.

„Goodness me… I barely touched you and you are already drenching my hand… How sweet.“, teasingly now applying pressure to your already clenching entrance, she rubbed her fingertips over your slit. Up. And down. And up. And down. It drove you close to insanity before you finally grabbed onto her biceps like a beggar with tears staining the corner of your eyes.

„A-Arle stop- stop doing this to me…- stop teasing me like this, just give me your-”, your moan echoed through the walls of your bedroom as your husband shoved her two fingers inside of your wetness with not much more than a blink of her eyes.

„Good girls have to earn their keep… or have you already forgotten, my love?“, her digits immediately found that gummy spot inside your cunt before she decided to uncurl her fingers.

Only to curl them back up with a speed you didn’t saw coming. A shiver ripped through your entire body as you arched your back into her, legs spreading wider so she could have better access to you.

„So loud… just from me using my fingers… ma ange… you are so beautiful when you‘re taking my fingers like this… such a good girl, aren’t you…? You know what good girls get, hm?“, another harsh hit to your sweet spot, your fingers digging into the hair on the back of her head as you squirmed and whimpered underneath her bare touch, „They get whatever they ask for… You want to bounce on my cock…? Want me to feast on that pussy of yours, until you can’t even remember your own name…? Just say the word… it’s not like the ring on my finger isn’t already a testimony of your ownership over me…“.

Your mind was already fuzzy from the repeating motion of Arle‘s fingers skillfully ravaging you from the inside. Whatever you want, she says? You wanted a lot of things. One of them included carrying out her child, but that’s not a conversation you were ready to have with her yet. But her filling you up with her dick sounded like the best thing ever to you right now.

At one point, when you got close to your orgasm, you tried to muffle your moans by pressing your hand onto your mouth. Only for husband to quickly catch you in your act and intertwine your fingers with her cursed one, bringing it up to her lips so she could press a kiss onto the back of your hand.

„Don’t hide your pretty voice from me, my sweet. I want to hear you sing for me, my dove.“, and with a last curl of her fingers you finally melted underneath her. Grip tightening in her hair. Eyes fluttering shut. Walls tightly clenching around your spouses fingers. It just felt so fucking good. Having her back after so many lonely nights.

Carefully retreating her fingers from your cunt, a soft smile tugging on her lips before she brought up her dirtied fingers, making sure you watched as she took them into her mouth for a cleanup. You‘re pretty sure you were sure that the blush already spread to you ears by now.

This fucking woman.

„Mh… I gotta say… You taste as good as ever, my dear…“, taking now your chin between her thumb and index thumb to make to turn your face back to look her in the eyes, „Don’t you want to claim your wish, my love? Whatever you want… my body is yours.“, you practically had no choice, she wanted you to use her for your own pleasure. Like she was nothing more than a mere toy to get off to.

„Arle just fuck me, for gods sake…“, your voice came out more than a breathy whisper, probably because your recent high was just that intense.

Crimson X‘s stared silently down at you for a few moments before you felt her hand letting go of your chin, followed be the rustle of fabric coming from underneath you.

You gasped as you were suddenly striped of your silk pants as your husband didn’t even bother to take off your soaked slip along with it, merely shoving it aside to expose your wet folds to the chilly bedroom air. You wanted to close your legs out of pure reflex but you were quickly stopped by two strong pushing them back open grabbing onto your thighs.

„Now, now… it’s not polite to deny me entrance after you‘ve given me a ticket, right?“, pushing your legs now to your chest, Arlecchino pressed her coated tip right against your hole, drawing a tortured moan right from your mouth. (A/N: my Tumblr crashed and deleted everything up to this point I’m crying.)

Usually she‘d tease you now, making you beg her to fulfill whatever needs you had at the moment. But tonight she couldn’t muster up the patience for that. „Relax, my love… I’m entering now… I dont want to keep my pretty girl waiting any longer for me…“, and with that Arlecchino carefully pushed herself inch by inch inside.

„Oh fuck…“, you tightly grabbed into the pillow you head was resting on as you practically swallowed her whole, immediately adjusting to her size. You waited a few more moments as Arle‘s thumb gently caressed your thighs which she werd still pressed against your chest before you gave her a nod, signaling her she can start moving now.

Normally she‘d go at a fast, rough pace which had your eyes rolling into the back of your head as her name rolled of your tongue like a prayer to the gods.

But not tonight. Tonight she was gentle, soft and loving. Bending forward and caging your legs between yours and her chest, her hands loosening up your grip on the pillow so she could intertwine your fingers with each other as she stared down at you. Full of love, affection and thousand other things.

„You are so utterly beautiful, darling… I… never want to take my eyes off of you ever again…“, a gentle roll of her hips against yours, tip grazing your g-spot in the process which had you moan out right into her face. She merely chuckled lowly.

Your mind being cloudy from pleasure and the adrenaline pumping through your veins and even the… butterfly stirring up in your stomach with each of her thrusts, you could only lift your head up to meet her lips.

That kiss wasn’t like the others from earlier. It was warm. Engulfing. So full of love and passion it made you question the meaning of this life of yours all over again. Did you marry her only out of love? Or because you wanted to grow old with her, carry out her children, care for until death does you part, only to start looking for her in the afterlife again?

It was probably all of it. You wanted to experience everything with this woman. Good times. Bad times. You didn’t care because everything that involved your husband was beautiful in your eyes and you didn’t want to miss the tiniest bit of it.

So just shared a each others saliva for the next moments, whispering sweet nothings against each others lips as you both grew closer with each movement, each shared kiss, each shared oxygen.

„I love you, Peruere… I-I love you so much, I-”, hearing your actual name felt like a direct kiss to her soul as she spilled herself inside of you with a such a loud and beautiful ripping through the tension of your bedroom, it was pushing you off your own edge yourself as you tightly squeezed her hand while you slowly and gently rode out both of your highs. Sharing needy kisses and soft laughs with each other as you did so.

And maybe. Just maybe did you conceive a tiny, little life on that very night. A testimony of how deep your love really went for each other.

[zihette]

What if the Equestrian timeline was altered so the rainboom never happened? And what if Twilight was an evil spy for Sombra? Well here's my AU! More under cut <3

Nightshade (formerly known as Twilight Sparkle) - The adoptive daughter of King Sombra. Foalnapped as a filly, she was raised to be a strong magical prodigy for her father. She will do anything to help him regain his physical form, and gets sent off to Canterlot to spy on Celestia and try finding an artifact that can help him restore his true form.

Rarity - A seamstress currently residing in Canterlot. She works under a known designer, and dreams to one day become a designer herself. However, due to her never finding the geode as a filly, she always feels like she's lacking something in her designs. She's friends with Rainbow Dash and Applejack, and stays in touch with both of them.

Applejack - Once she moved to Manehattan to live with her Aunt and Uncle Orange, she ended up becoming a pretty well known singer. Currently, though, she resides on the Apple Farm to help raise her younger sister and take care of her Grandmare after her parent's deaths. She talks to Rarity still, as they are fillyhood friends who both moved out of Ponyville.

Rainbow Dash - A royal guard, working under Cpt. Shining Armor. Very rowdy and always ready for battle, more so than her canonical counterpart. Loyal, yes, but way more law-oriented than her canon self. She doesn't want to become a Wonderbolt herself, as she feels like she's already achieved greatness by working under Celestia.

Mena (Pinkamena Diane Pie) - The odd one out of the Pie sisters. Snarky, playfully mean and laid-back, this pink pony grew up on her family's Rock Farm. She brings an artifact uncovered on said Rock Farm for analysis in Canterlot, which catches the eye of Nightshade.

Fluttershy - Despite never discovering her love for animals, she still decided to stay on the ground after she fell down from Cloudsdale as a filly. She is a hermit and herbalist, living on the edge of Ponyville, never speaking to anypony. She is very interested in artifacts and antiques, too, and spends most of her days making her own teas and reading about magical items. Rainbow Dash is a fillyhood friend of hers, but they have lost touch years ago.

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Once Nightshade gets interested in the artifact (as it could help restore Sombra's true form), she has to fake her way through befriending these ponies to get them to do what she wants. However, this may end up in her developing friendships that she never thought she could ever have.

[sleepyorchidmonster]

Can you imagine if Celestia decides to mind control the archons, realizing that a revolution is probably coming?

The main goal is to sow chaos and distrust in Teyvat, stopping the Tsaritsa's plans while showing Celestia's might.

What they didn't expect was for said archons to fight back, most with contingencies made centuries ago.

Venti isolated himself in a wind barrier, making sure nobody could enter, and that his powers couldn't break out. He is NOT having panic attacks due to claustrophobia and memories of Decarabian's rule, thank you very much.

Zhongli sealed himself deep undergound, in a similar fashion to Azdaha, he brought plenty of books to pass the time, though he is mostly suffering from a migraine due to fighting off Celestia.

Ei is literally just chilling in the Plane of Euthymia while the Shogun runs Inazuma. Makoto's subconsiousness is fistfighting Celestia's influence.

To make sure nobody could use her control over Irminsul and the people's dreams and minds, Nahida locked herself up in the Sanctuary of Surasthana again, sealing her conciousness. It worked, but she's afraid and alone and crying while reliving her worst nightmare. Scaramouche and Cyno are trying to break the barrier in frantic desperation.

We don't know much about Murata, but she's probably just chilling in a volcano. Meanwhile the Tsaritsa froze herself, letting Pierro run the country and the Fatui in her stead.

Meanwhile Furina is hiding in the dephts of Fontaine's sea, sealing herself in a cave with the use of Pneuma and Ousia energies (if she tries to break the barrier, or attempts to control Fontaine's waters, the barrier strikes, she went a bit overboard because tsunamis are no joke).

So yeah, the plan didn't go as expected, and Celestia also didn't account for the Traveler... or the dragons...

The Traveler is basically going around saving everyone, using his connection to the elements to break barriers and fight off Celestia's influence. We start with Sumeru, mostly because Scara all but drags us to save Nahida.

As for the Sovereings...

Dvalin is guarding Venti's temporary "prison", trying to sing as many ballads as he can remember in hopes to calm him down. He sometimes sings the notes wrong because it always made Venti laugh.

Azdaha's conciousness found Zhongli's seal. He connected both of the places so that they can keep each other company. They're alternating between chess matches with soothing tea and Oshmantus wine to friendly spars that shake Liyue (Zhongli is still a feral war god that likes to fight).

Ei is having a great time in the Plane of Euthymia, especially now that Kokomi came along. They're chatting about light novels.

Apep managed to connect to Nahida's conciousness and is currently strangling the Celestial influence. She claims it's just her way of settling the score after we helped her in 3.6, as well as a good excuse to fight Celestia. The fact that she is telling stories of the old days of Teyvat to calm Nahida down is just a mere coincidence. (The maternal instincts kicked in)

Neuvillette broke though the Pneuma Ousia barrier with a small army of Melusines. He is currently guarding the archon in his dragon form while the Melusines perform plays to distract her (they want to start a troupe, so these are all original scripts, they were all approved).

We don't know much about the other two dragons, so let's just say they're guarding the borders of Natlan and Snezhnaya.

CONGRATULATIONS CELESTIA! Not only did your plan fail, but now all of Teyvat is mad at you!! Even the Sovereigns (that are supposed to resent the archons, mind you) are angry on their behalf!!!!🥳🥳🥳

Bonus: Neuvillette watching the show of the melusines while Furina sleeps next to his paws:

[a-998h]

When You're Gone

@sunnysolaria requested this idea.

Tw: reader death, illness, and angst

*I'm not responsible if you ignore the trigger warnings*

(Included characters: Venti, Zhongli, Ei, Nahida, Itto, Wander, Diluc, Cyno, Xiao, Neuvillette, and Xianyun)

They thought gods couldn't get sick. You had come down with an illness. At first they thought you would pass it and get back to normal, but you seemed to get worse. All the best healers from every nation tried to help you, but it didn't work. You sepnt the last week, in pain and coughing. It hurt them, and they were hurt even more when you started to cough up blood. No one wanted you to die, yet they couldn't do anything to make you feel better. Eventually, you had succumb to your illness.

Venti

His tears are hidden

On the outside, he's the same old Venti but on the inside he is crying

A constant visitor to the shrine in Mondstadt, always with a bouquet of Calla Lillies and Snapdragons

Keeps a piece of your jewelry with him

His drinking becomes a lot worseIt's not fun for him anymore, it's a way to make the pain of your death go away

He's lost so many friends, and now he's lost you, his creator

Writes songs dedicated to you, to handle his emotions in a better way than drinking

Whenever he over drinks, he hears your voice scold him

Looks for anyone or anything that could be your second reincarnation

Your festival is celebrated with more energy, only to help the people deal with the lose of you

Your shrines become more decorated in order to make your soul feel at home

Candles are lit in order to guide you home to Mondstadt

on windy days he swears your voce can be heard on the wind

Zhongli

Silence

He avoids you grave

Not because he doesn't care, but he just can't handle it

He lost his wife, and many of his other friends during the archon war

Your young age made him think you would have a little more time

But he feels upset for being wrong

Is one of the main people in charge of the preparations for your funeral

Once your funeral ends, he visits the Liyue shrine with flowers and your favorite food

He cries, you were his grandchild and now you're gone

He shuts himself away in order to process his emotions

Once his emotions are handled, he tries to help others mourn in a healthy way

Walks through Liyue Harbor to reminisce on the memories he shared with you

He swears he can hear your voice whenever he walks past your favorite places

The day you died, people relase lanterns to guide your soul to Celestia

Ei

She cries

She lost her friends and sister, now you

Beats herself up over not making a puppet for your soul like she did for herself

If she wasn't leaving the Plane of Euthymia then, she wasn't leaving now

Stills creates a doll version of you, to have some part of you with her

Leaves sakura blossoms in the local shrine

She starts to reconsider her stop in the pursuit of eternity

She now tries to have a better connection with those close to her

Your death taught her something

Walks around Inazuma to your favorite spots

Sometimes, she swears your voice is heard by the puppet and herself in the Plane of Euthymia

Dolls of you become popular

She holds the doll of you close to her heart

Fireworks are lit to light your souls way home

She can still hear you aspirations and dreams and she wants to make them come true

Nahida

Remember how she cried when erasing everyones memories of Rukkhadevata?

Yeah, she's crying

You were a dear friend to her

She would visit you in your dreams to make you feel better

Plans a funeral in Sumeru for you

Vists your shrine every chance she gets

Talks to your resting place like you're still alive

She holds her other friends closer now

Pushes for more studying of medicine, so no one else suffers like she is

Cherishes the time she spend with you in your dreams

The hoildays about you are celebrated with an air of grief

Incense and flowers are placed on a path to lead your soul to Sumeru

Her walks through Sumeru causes her to get teary eyed

During the Sabzeruz festival she swears she sees brief flashes of your presence at the different stalls and games

Furina

Tears

Locks herself in her room to mourn

You were a best friend to her, and now your gone

Makes laws saying that no one can name an animal or other person after you

Makes your birthday a nation wide holiday in Fontaine

A botanical garden in the Court of Fontaine is created to honor your love of flowers

The funeral takes 6 days and every citizen is in mourning

She makes your favorite sweets and shares them with Neuvillette to make both of them feel better

She and Neuvillette grieve together and get closer to each other more then they already are

During walks with Neuvillette in new garden, she swears your laugh will grace her ears

Itto

In tears

He was so close to you

In you last days , he spent time with you as much as possible

The gang is worried about him

He stops his beetle fighting and the games he loved to play with you

Once he makes it half way through the stages of grief he holds onto the card he gave you

The denial stage hits him hard, and then the anger stage hits him harder

He is an emotional mess

Shinobu tries to help him through his emotions

Gets closer to the friends he has so he can feel better

Once he gets his emotions in order, he becomes even more passionate about the games you both would play together

Sometimes during intense games, he swears he hears you chering loudly for him

Wanderer

While he doesn't show outside emotions, on the inside he is a wreck

Hates everyone and everything

The anger stage of grief hits him hard

He now spends most of his time with Nahida

Holds onto any gifts you've given him over the years

He would have shut done if it weren't for Nahida

He visits every shrine of yours he can find

Leaves small offerings

Buys things he know you would have liked

Tries to hide the fact that he is in mourning

When he travels down roads alone, he can sometimes hear your jokes and he can't hep but sigh

Diluc

His emotions are... fucked up

He has already lost his father and now he's lost someone he saw as a little sibling

It was his job to protect you, and he failed

Knows he couldn't protect you from illness, but he could have made you suffer less

Would visit you wentever he could when he wasn't working

Wold give you gifts to make you feel a bit better

Would use that money of his to find the best doctors for you

Visits your shrine during his off hours

Honors you by being a better Darkknight Hero for Mondstadt

Might try and talk to Kaeya in good faith if only to say he tried for you

Sometimes, he hears you tell him to take a break and if he doesn't he'll work himself into an early grave

Cyno

Also silent

He also saw you as a little sibling

It shakes him a bit

He's supposed to be strong, and yet he wasn't strong enough to get you help

Upset at the doctors that they couldn't find a cure for you

Gets even more blood thristy

Your death breaks his heart

Everyone notices he's upset, especially Tighnari

Visits your shrine and promises to protect the others in honor

On his walks through the desert, especially at night, he hears your laughter behind him and it's bittersweet to him

Xiao

Leaves the room

He's seen his friends die and now he lost his sibling

He and Zhongli cry together over your death

He shuts himself off from everyone even more than he already does

Would light a lantern for your soul

Visits your favorite places with Zhongli

Holds your favorite plushie close

Cuddles the plushie close at night

Visits the shrine every evening with flowers

He is a bit mad a Baizhu for not helping you get better

Gets closer to Verr Goblet and Yanxiao

Goes to your burial site with Almond Tofu to feel like he's eating with you again

When he's on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, he feels you hear his arm, and your voice telling him to smile and take care of his friends

Neuvillette

Fontaine is getting weeks of rain

You were one of his grandbabies

He saw you as full of life like Furina, and now you're dead

He tries to drown himself in work to avoid coping

Enjoy's Furina's plan for a garden to honor you

Once Furina makes him cope in a healthy manner, he walks through the garden

Often sits to enjoy the silence some days

Like to reminisce over the time you two spent together

Makes laws about you and legacy

Makes sure the garden is properly upkept

No longer tries to drown himself in work, on purpose

Sometimes hears your voice and feels your presence on the bench he likes to sit at in the garden

Cries only with Furina in private

Xianyun

Shocked

By now she saw you as one of her children

She thought you were an immortal and your death ruins that

Upset that you were unable to be healed by doctors

Makes toys you would have loved

Ganyu has to keep her wraith in check

Takes walks around the mountains to clear her head

Once stable, she cries

Visits your grave to leave the flowers you love

Keeps some of your old jewlery

Keeps your old jewelry in a special box in her abode

Helps Ganyu and Shenhu mourn in health ways, and vice versa

Honors you in her work

Sometimes hears you voice on the winds at night

[tinandabin]

Can you please make another part of creators beloved draling? I want to see acolytes and creators reaction to a punch in a face 😍😇

Sorry if you don't want to/don't take requests/they're closed 🙇

A Normal Day In SAGAU but with a twist | part 1

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"Greetings, Your Grace's Beloved," Ei said as she silently closed the door behind her, looking at you with a conflicted look in her eyes as you boredly looked at her.

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"Sup," You replied and told her to take a seat because it was awkward for her to stand and you to sit, like really awkward.

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She did as you told her and before you could take another breath she started bombarding you with questions.

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"Is the food not to your liking? Or perhaps you do not like the arrangements here? Are you sick? Do you not like the palace? Is someone threatening you? ARE YOU DYING??!" She started speaking and never fucking stopped. The thought of you dying made her stomach churn in unease. You can't die. Never.

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"Oh holy hell, calm down. I'm not dying anytime soon." At least not until you beat the creator into a pulp. "I'm just not hungry, is that so hard to grasp?" Sighing, you told her. If it were your mom she would shove the food down your throat, the thought made you chuckle. You miss her. You miss your friends and family.

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Living like this, sure, it's a dream come true. Living in huge palaces with beautiful scenery outside, maids and butlers attending to each of your needs and having the utmost protection. Sounds like a dream. But you hate it here. You want your normal life back. Yeah, sure it was boring but man what you would do to just go back to your own world. It was so much better just seeing all of them as characters and not real people.

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"Ugh, could you just leave?" Annoyed, you asked her to leave and Ei was slightly hurt. "Of course, Your Grace's Beloved," She replied slowly, hoping to stay in the room with you a bit longer and took her leave.

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She knows this is wrong. For her to have these feelings for you. You are the Grace's Beloved, not her's. But oh, how she wishes for you to be her beloved, even if only for a second.

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Ei's fading footsteps brought you some sense of stability, knowing she isn't standing at the door like Venti does after you tell him to leave. They all are just...so creepy as real people.

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From a place, far away from Celestia, a low chuckle was heard as the voice said, "Don't worry, you'll meet me very very soon, and perhaps I may even give you a chance to... 'sucker punch' me as you say."

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a/n: guys im confused about whether to make the creator a male or female?? help me, please

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Masterlist

[cryoux]

Wanderer x reader - Dream Invasion

(Sorry for using The Wanderer Picture of all time)

The Wanderer was a little exasperated now.

It seemed you couldn't go a few minutes without wandering off out of sight - which was ironic, considering who was named 'the Wanderer'.

"Where the hell did you-" he stopped short once he rounded the large tree, seeing his traveling companion laying on the ground. This wasn't the time for a nap, for Celestia's sake! He approached you, ready to give you a rude awakening, but quickly realized that something was horribly wrong.

Shivers wracked your body, and he could hear your body fighting for air with every breath. The Wanderer found himself kneeling next to you, scanning your form with wide eyes to locate the culprit of these symptoms.

The most frustrating part was that he couldn't find anything. With you unconscious and no visible wounds, the Wanderer had no hope of diagnosing the problem. His mind raced with possibilities, but none of them made any sense, and nothing fit. What should he even do? It had been 5 minutes ago that he last saw you, fit and healthy, and now you were struggling to keep yourself alive.

"You are not going to betray me like this." He growled, directing his panic into anger, but that didn't give him any more of a solution.

Then he heard footsteps. Two sets of footsteps. Oh, great. The very last thing he needed was strangers stumbling upon them - he didn't want to take his attention off of you for even a moment. Nevertheless, when a bush rustled and produced two individuals, the Wanderer brought his violet eyes up to examine them closely.

Wait a minute.

He recognized these two.

That one, with the green hair and magenta eyes - she'd been another one of Dottore's wretched experiments, hadn't she? He could have sworn he'd seen her somewhere, whether in person or in a file he could not seem to recall.

And the other, with the massive ears and bushy tail, well, that was the one he had happened to strike with lightning in a show of power. Awkward.

Of course, neither of these people had any way of knowing exactly who he was. In fact, the one-sided recognition was finally working in his favor.

Upon seeing your state, the man -Wanderer had never bothered to learn his name- ordered his subordinate to stay behind him, and he approached with cautious purpose.

"Hey, my name is Tighnari. I'm a forest ranger from Gandharva Ville, and your friend isn't looking too good. If you'd just allow me to-"

"No!" The Wanderer shouted as he saw the forest watcher reach for you. Of course he didn't trust this guy, he'd just walked out of a bush and apparently felt chivalrous enough to help a stranger. It was too kind to be true.

The forest ranger stopped with a frown. "If I may, they really need some help, and quickly-"

"No, we don't need your help! Get lost!" The Wanderer snapped, his hand protectively curled around your wrist.

"Sir, I don't care what you need, I'm more concerned about the fact that your friend here had a run-in with that cherry laurel over there," the scholar retorted with unexpected sass, then gesturing to an unassuming bush, "and they need medical attention!"

A tense staredown took place between them, both parties equally as stubborn in getting their way. The green-haired girl was the one who managed to break the silence, though she sounded laughably timid.

"Please trust Master Tighnari!" She squeaked, trying her hardest to alleviate the tension. While she failed, the Wanderer still managed to look at her, then at Tighnari, then down to you - who was noticeably worse than just a minute ago. His brow furrowed. He did not trust these people at all, and he hated having to back down from any sort of confrontation, but… you really weren't looking good. And if you left him, the wandering puppet felt that he would finally shatter for good.

So, after scowling to himself and convincing his head and (metaphorical) heart to compromise, he brought his gaze back up to this 'Tighnari'.

"...fine." the Wanderer conceded, allowing his worry pricking through his defenses and helping dictate his actions. "What do we do."

"At this stage, I need to give her an intravenous antidote. I can take her back to Gandharva Ville," the forest watcher reached for your shuddering body, and the Wanderer narrowed his eyes at him as he pulled you even closer. Tighnari backed off, though irritation sparked in his eyes. "Or you can. Just keep up, got it? She's running out of time."

With a nod, the Wanderer scooped you into his arms, holding you as he rose to his feet. He absolutely hated needing help from anyone, but you somehow meant more to him than his stupid pride.

Tighnari led the way, and the green-haired girl attempted to take up the rear - after a withering glare from the Wanderer, though, she popped back up to her colleague. The group rushed through the forest, and by the time they reached the little village in the canopy, your shuddering had increased considerably.

The moment they stepped into one of the huts, Tighnari sprung into action. Orders were given, supplies were retrieved, but none of that really mattered to the Wanderer. He set you down on the one bed in the little hut, and gently brushed some dirt off of your cheek. He didn't care where he was, who he was with, or what situation he'd gotten himself into, all he cared about was the one in front of him.

"Please," he murmured, as if you would wake up with his willpower alone. But he had learned that no matter how hard he wished, the world was cruel, and existed only to laugh at him.

"Please, don't leave me. I'll rewrite Irminsul itself to get you back. I swear it." The Wanderer allowed himself this moment of weakness, though he buried it once more the second Tighnari approached.

It was difficult for the watcher to work around the Wanderer's possessive behavior, but he managed to insert the IV anyways, then breathing a sigh of relief and giving the Wanderer a small jar and spoon.

"I've given them the antidote, and I'll take out the IV in twenty minutes. In that jar is activated charcoal, it'll help flush the poison from their system. Just have them swallow some, whenever you can." Tighnari instructed, standing from his stool and gesturing for the Wanderer to take a seat instead. "Do you need anything for your stress? I have several herbal teas that can help calm you."

The Wanderer opened his mouth to retort with a no, how dare you assume he's stressed, he's perfectly fine without your stupid tea! But ultimately thought better of it. This guy had just saved you, after all, and he was due for some appreciativeness. Just maybe not so much from the Wanderer.

"...I suppose." He kept his eyes trained on his companion, even as he heard the forest watcher leave and close the leaf shade door behind him.

Silence overtook the room. Much to his relief, your breathing had slowed down significantly, and your horrible quivering had reduced to a minimal amount. The Wanderer recalled the instructions he'd been given, and he let out a sigh. What a nuisance this all was.

The Wanderer opted to pull the blanket up to your chin, then froze. You looked almost... peaceful, in this state. It was strange for him to nurse you like this, he realized, a second before he realized that he was now just staring at you. With a huff, he turned around and buried his flushed face in his hands.

"Damn you." He muttered to you in his moment of weakness, fighting to control the blush on his face. Caring for you was the priority - he needed to curb his personal feelings for now.

After several minutes of silence filled only by his own rush of thoughts, a knock sounded at the door. Wanderer looked up, only to see that grassy-haired girl yet again. She looked so nervous, he suspected she may just pass out on the spot.

"H-hi there! I'm Collei, a trainee forest ranger… I brought some clothes for them and, uh, tea for you. I-I'll just set it here, see you!" For being on her own territory, she was ridiculously skittish. As she ducked back out the door, he failed to find any good reason why his ex-ally had bothered experimenting on such a weak-willed individual.

The sugar and honey presented on the platter made the Wanderer scrunch his nose in disdain, rolling his eyes before picking up the piping hot cup and sniffing it. The tea was an aromatic green, with hints of mint reaching past the stark scent of the tea leaves. It was, decidedly, not tampered with, not that it would matter; the Wanderer took a sip and was pleased to confirm that it was, in fact, just tea.

He savored the tea over some time, allowing the bitter green to ground him as he watched your form intently. There was noticeably more life in your skin, and your shaking had reduced almost entirely. Now he just needed you to wake up, damnit!

The Wanderer set down his empty cup with a massive sigh. How could he have let something like this happen? Truly pathetic - he couldn't even keep an eye on the one person he held dearest, and the sense that this was all his fault clung to him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, as if you would wake up by the power of his rare remorse. Hah, yeah right. The world would never be so kind as to do what he wanted it to. He found himself leaning down towards you, reaching out to rest a hand against yours - only to tear it away like your radiance had burned him. How dare he attempt to sully you with his cursed touch? The very notion of having direct contact with you made him ill, though only towards himself, not at all directed to you.

The Wanderer hated that he felt this way. He hated the fuzzy feeling that took hold of him when you were near, practically stupefying him. Oh, how pathetic he felt, gone from being a feared Fatui Harbinger to a clueless, lovesick wanderer. While his Fatui days were retired for good, he still wished he didn't feel quite so… airheaded. Maybe he even wished he couldn't feel at all.

Rays of sun shattered through his melancholy as the door opened, and the Wanderer practically leapt back into his stool near the bed. Tighnari was back now, sighing to himself like he had more work to do than even the most studious scholar. "Well, let's see how they are," he approached the IV drip first, then followed the line to the person it was connected to. Following a short physical assessment, Tighnari nodded to himself.

"You're in luck! They're doing very well. But I would advise staying put for at least a few days. Those plants can really mess with someone. Ask for me if you need anything, I'll be back later." The forest watcher said, removing the IV from you and quickly exiting the little hut.

Whether he left quickly out of consideration or antisociality, Wanderer wasn't sure. But it didn't much matter when he turned back around to you. Maybe he could hold your hand, and explain that he was just checking your temperature. Or stilling your tremors. It could have been an accident! So much consideration put into an act that he doubted he was even brave enough to pull off.

A soft muttering shocked him back into the present, and he looked to you with owlish eyes. You were still asleep, he found, but you were growing restless, a deep frown over your features that he loathed to see. Were you relapsing? No, this was a different disturbance. Maybe you were having a nightmare? He couldn't quite confirm, but it sure seemed like it. The way your eyes darted back and forth under your eyelids was the biggest indicator, until he heard your increasingly distressed whimpers and witnessed your now panicked twitching. But what could he do? He was no stranger to nightmares, but it wasn't like anybody had ever comforted him through them. Normally he'd just reason through it, but he couldn't exactly reason with someone who was unconscious. Could he still enter your consciousness with the remnants of his divine power? Shit… he could try. All it would take...

Was physical contact. Unbelievable.

Taking a deep breath in and situating himself comfortably, the Wanderer reached out to grasp your hand in his own before he could second guess himself any more. Your hand was warm, he couldn't help but think as he closed his eyes, and even as he took his consciousness and sought after yours. After connecting with it, he opened his eyes, only to see darkness. No, did he fail? Was that feat beyond his power now?

A sob halted all trains of thought and motion throughout him. Slowly, he turned around, only to see you, knelt on the ground as crystalline tears fell from your eyes. No.

Ignoring your thoughts now voiced in the back of his own mind, he blinked - this time, there was grass under his feet, and a glittering starry sky as far as he could see. The scenery was quite beautiful, all things considered. But the only beauty he concerned himself with was the one crying in front of him.

Tentatively, the Wanderer reached out a hand to rest on your head. He was never good at comforting people, and he wasn't going to pretend he could be, but he could at least mimic the actions he'd seen others do when faced with similar situations.

He didn't dare speak, only allowing the weight of his hand on your head to communicate his presence. Eventually, you wiped away a set of those tears and looked up to see just who had joined you.

"Oh. It's you." You said, though whether you thought it a good or bad thing he couldn't quite tell. You sniffled pathetically, in a way that hurt his soul itself, and a wave of memories flooded his mind. Sorrow, anger, betrayal… your past grievances were not unlike his own, he discovered.

"Why are you…" he trailed off, not sure whether to acknowledge the situation or not. You only sighed, focusing on controlling your voice.

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter." A lie. It did matter, your thoughts inadvertently told him. "You can stop pretending to comfort me." The Wanderer frowned.

"I'm not pretending."

Your eyes went wide, only for you to return to normal just as quickly. "Right. You're the version my brain conjured to cheer myself up, of course you would be different."

He yearned to tell you it was real, that he was here, but that felt like far too much explanation. Besides, if you only saw him as a figment of your imagination, then…

He could do things he'd never dare entertain otherwise.

Finally, he chose to ignore the comment, pulling your body up to stand with ease. As much as the tears pained him, he still found them so, so pretty. Just like every other bit of your existence. How pathetic he sounded.

Reaching his hands up to your head was a tentative motion, and slowly, he cupped his hands around your face, allowing his thumbs to brush away any straggling teardrops. If it were anyone else, he would have drawn away in disgust, washing his hands raw to rid himself of the germs. But you weren't anyone else. You were yourself, and that was truly all he needed you to be.

His uncharacteristic actions no longer confused you, now that you had remembered your dream state. Instead, you figured this was what you wished for every waking hour, manifesting in your dreams yet again.

The Wanderer raised an eyebrow. Again? Had you dreamed of him before? That would explain why you'd greeted him so comfortably, but it felt a little too conceited for himself to assume.

You seemed to be deeply considering something. Desperately, more than anything else in the imaginary world right now, you wanted to touch your Wanderer. To feel his porcelain unmarred skin underneath your fingertips, to gaze into the violet depths of his eyes, to run your hands through his silky hair, knock his hat off, and pull him in close-

Wait, what? You wanted to do what?!

Quickly, to avoid letting you see his rapidly forming blush, the Wanderer pulled you into his chest in a hug. His head rested on your shoulder, arms encircling your body, and now he couldn't tell if the fluttering in his chest was his own or merely a transmission from you.

He was practically gaping in his shock. No way, there was no way he'd just seen that in your thoughts. It couldn't have been from his own mind, could it? While it was unlikely, he couldn't dismiss the possibility, so he attempted to calm his -or your- racing 'heart'.

After a long while, the equilibrium was broken, and you pulled away from the embrace. The Wanderer, though, held you tight, unwilling to let you go.

It appeared you wanted to stay close as much as he did, because you once again rested your head on his chest, reaching out to fidget with the anemo vision he'd so oddly received. While it was just a hunk of metal and glass, he found it akin to you toying with his very own heart, tantalizing him with your warm perfection.

"Forgive me, dream-wanderer. I don't think I can hold myself back anymore."

Your words confused him, and he looked at you with a purely puzzled expression until you straightened up, looked him in the eyes, and-

His own eyes went impossibly wide. Through sheer shock, he felt his chest explode with feelings he'd known before, and others he would never hope to identify. It scared him, it exhilarated him, and most of all it pleased him, far too much. Tears threatened to fall from his own eyes, so he squeezed them shut and redirected his mind to the situation at hand. However fake you thought this was, he didn't care as your lips pressed against his own.

You pulled away all too soon for his liking, and he jolted from his daze to bring you back, this time with fervor. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve you. You were everything, all the things he could never be and all the things he wanted, placed into one individual at one point in time. How dare he allow himself this moment of happiness, after no less than three betrayals? As lovely as your touch, your scent, you were, he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve you.

These thoughts plagued his mind even as you pulled away for air, manifesting themselves as tears welling up along his eyes. Damnit, he was really going to cry over something like this?

Yes. Yes he was. But hopefully not right now, if he could help it.

"You need to wake up." The Wanderer prompted, trying to get himself under control.

You sighed, seeming forlorn. "I know. But I just want a little longer with you."

He wanted to reassure you that he'd have you as long as you'd have him, that he would always welcome you into his life - but that would be giving too much away. You could never find out what had truly happened here in your dream.

But oh, would he treasure the memory. The feeling of being so close to you, the elation that took hold of him when you'd kissed him - you had kissed him!

The Wanderer let his arms remain around you as he nuzzled into your neck, unable or unwilling to care about his rather expensive hat tumbling to the ground. Well, it was still technically a dreamscape. Any damage done wouldn't be permanent. So many less than pure thoughts entered his mind the moment he realized this, but he wouldn't allow anything to taint this moment between you two.

Sighing into your neck, he whispered into your ear: "Wake up. Don't be so afraid to lose me; you'll find I'm much closer than you might think." The shiver his proximity pulled from you was satisfying, but he did need you to wake up soon. Any longer in this dream would result in him possibly losing his mind entirely, devoting himself to your affections in a way he long since swore he'd never do for another.

Finally, he allowed himself to slip out of your consciousness, returning to his own body and straightening out his appearance. His body had practically used you as his pillow during his time in your mind, and he was so grateful nobody had come barging in to witness such a thing.

A slight change in breathing patterns alerted him to your awareness as you awoke, eyelids heavy as you tried to take in your surroundings. The Wanderer waited patiently as your eyes traced the patterns in the ceiling, the panes of the window, and eventually came to rest on him. He wanted to brag to the sun and moon themselves that he was the one getting your undivided attention, and wanted to make even the heavens above jealous.

I don't deserve this.

"Hm...?" You made a small, dreary sound, adjusting yourself to the completely unfamiliar surroundings. Almost completely; you would recognize your dear Wanderer anywhere.

"Took you long enough." The Wanderer scoffed, crossing his arms and relaxing his muscles, as if he hadn't been on the edge of his seat and the verge of panic since you'd been afflicted. "Get enough beauty sleep, your highness?"

Though it was meant with sarcastic and snide intentions, the 'pet name' made your breath catch as your stomach was invaded by butterflies. Or was it the toxins? You couldn't be too sure.

"What-" upon hearing your scratchy voice, you paused and cleared your throat, though it didn't solve the problem. The Wanderer was already holding out some water to you, and you took it gratefully. "What happened?"

Well, he supposed he should start at the beginning. "I lost sight of you, and the next time I saw you, you were unconscious on the ground. Do you mind explaining that?" He fused some irritation to his tone, hopefully disguising the genuine worry he'd felt.

"I…" You reached desperately for any strands of remembrance, only to be blocked by a heavy fog over your mind. Frustrated, you let out a groan. "I don't remember! Damnit, I can't remember any of it."

Now that was almost comical. All of that, and you couldn't even remember how it had started? The world really could be a dangerous place, apparently.

With a sigh, the Wanderer took it upon himself to fill in the empty space between then and now. He relayed how he'd found you, how the infamous Tighnari assisted you, and how your treatment had been administered. You remained quiet throughout the story, whether from respect or weariness he wasn't sure.

"He removed the IV and left, saying if we needed further assistance we could ask." He snorted at this. "As if!"

Now you rolled your eyes. "Don't be such an ass. He saved my life, the least you could do is be civil."

"I have been civil, thank you very much." He huffed, offended that you'd even assume he would be anything less than cordial. "Good to see your lack of faith in me is still intact."

Your lack of faith was not unwarranted, though. The story as he told it had been incomplete. Fearing your reaction, fearing your perception of him, he had omitted his exploration of your consciousness entirely. As far as you knew, it was merely a conjured scene from your own imagination, and your feelings remained unrequited and unacknowledged. But that didn't feel fair, did it?

Since when did he care about fairness? Did you really like him, or did you like the version of him you'd constructed in your mind? Not that he'd ever change himself for somebody, he was merely curious.

Good grief. Nobody had advertised just how difficult these cursed things called 'emotions' could be.

[elie-draloup]

I've been overthinking my favourite shows again, so here, a long analysis full of headcanons about Celestia and her friendship skills :

So I've been thinking about Celestia character : The fact that she has been trying to teach friendhsip to one of her students even before Twilight (see Sunset) not by teaching them about it, but simply asking them to go make some friends and make reports about it. Truth is Celestia don't know anything about friendhsip. After banishing Luna to the Moon, she lost her connection to the Elements of Harmony, but she knew that she needed them for when her sister would return. And she had an entire millenia to try and build a friendhsip strong enough to make the spark happens and get her control back on this very VERY powerful weapon, that was also the tool that should help her get her sister back. And yet... It remained in her old castle ; which she eventually abandoned (surely soon after the banishement, since it was kinda destroyed during the fight). For a whole millenia, the Elements of Harmony have been forgotten. When the term of Luna's banishment came close, she knew she couldn't use the power of the Elements herself : Because after what happend to Luna, she lost all faith in her abilities to ever be a good friend, because eventually she knew that Luna turned into Nightmare Moon because of the way she neglected her, and she probably blame herself a lot for the whole thing. Celestia believed that she couldn't be the one to bring her sister back because of her failures : So she gave up on the idea to hold the Elements again by herself, or maybe never even considered that a possibility, because how could she ever be worthy of the Elements' magic again after what happened between her and Luna. So she first tried with Sunset Shimmer. She took her under her wings, but things went wrong, and I like to belive that it wasn't just because Sunset was an arrogant brat, but also because Celestia hasn't been the best mentor to her. Celestia sucks at relationships, and she was probably desperatly trying to turn Sunset into the pony she needed her to be, Sunset's attitude didn't help in the slightest, destroying the trust they had in the process. But Celestia learned from this and had to focus on another star student : Twilight, who needed to learn friendship for her, to hold the Elements for her, in order to bring her sister back. Luckily, it worked out, but even after Luna's return, Celstia doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes again. She needs to learn. She's Twilight's mentor, and yet she's the one who probably learned the most from the lessons Twilight had learned. In a way, they learned together, to be better ponies and better friends. Heck, Luna herself has been shown being better at making friends than Celestia ever had, with the CMC or Ponyville's folks. And it kinda makes sense since Luna's job allows her to be closer to ponies than her sister by going through their dreams. Anyway, all this just to say, I love the idea of Twilight having a role of mentor for Celestia as well, despite probably not being aware of it. Just, the idea that they learned from each other.

[bonnyhoddie]

Elements of Disharmony - Rarity

Heyyy, victim 2 of the Elements of Disharmony, Rarity, the Element of Thievery.

Lore time!

Rarity has always been confident, but her confidence was never unfounded, and many ponies that knew of her knew that.

Along with being naturally beautiful, she was blessed with some visible traits from a distant recessive gene from a crystal pony, a race which had not been seen for over a thousand years due to the Kingdom's disappearance after King Sombra's reign. While it did not give her body the crystalline texture and make, it gave her coat and mane a beautiful shine, and gave her eyes the diamond glint often seen in crystal ponies.

However, one of the blessings she didn't receive, was money. Her family, using the money they put aside to help Rarity with her dream, along with family connections, were able to supply her with the boutique and the basic materials, but they were just about enough to create the beautiful dresses she envisioned, and there were only so many times Rarity could rely on the gems she could find before they started to lose their value and quantity.

To make matters worse, very few ponies in Ponyville were interested in such extravagent dresses, and Canterlot was both too expensive to move to, and almost too expensive to deliver her dresses there.

However, one day, the news of Rarity's skills as a dress designer somehow got to Princess Celestia, through methods she is still confused about, since she wasn't very successful in attracting customers, and requested dresses for herself, Princess Cadance, and Twilight Sparkle, for a gala. Rarity was over the moon to hear of this, and quickly went to work at designing and creating the most beautiful dresses in Equestria.

However, none of her materials or gems were meeting her expectations. They were too dull, or too sparkly, or the texture was off. Nothing was right. However, she didn't have the money for anything better, and haggling for the lowest price both still took chunks out of her wallet, and felt humiliating.

However, one day, while unsuccessfully haggling, something clicked in her mind, which even she is confused by. Maybe it was the desperation, or the frustration, but one day, while the vendor's back was turned, she quietly grabbed hoof-fuls of pearls, before thanking the vendor for his time and leaving.

The rest of her day was spent using her magic to take this and that. Rolls of fabric, ribbons, string, buttons, anything she needed or wanted, she simply took, and she was both terrified of getting caught, and found an exhilarating rush from the risk, and was excited that she finally, for at least one day, didn't need to worry about money.

She learned that day that nothing was truly out of her reach.

From then one, even after she had finished making the dresses, she continued to steal, and her targets got bigger and bigger, taking anything she thought was beautiful. And, the best part was that nobody could dare suspect or accuse her of such a thing, for how could a mare so beautiful do such a thing.

But nopony could have ever expected that, after the gala, she would suddenly acquire 6 new beautiful shaped gems, with a power that only the Princess of Equestria could know of.

Rarity is now the unaware keeper of the elements, and, as the keeper, she has witnessed many of these gems change colours over time. Along with changing in dullness and brightness.

Please help a family if you’ve scrolled this far down.

[ara270904]

I don't know why I remembered that I had seen this idea maybe two or three times and I honestly love it and find it very funny.

It's that Cadance and Shining wanted to have a baby but Cadence? (Idk I've never found out which one is real) She can't get pregnant yet because a) she really can't even if she wanted or b) because of her responsibilities as a princess and leading the Crystal Empire and blah blah she can't get pregnant at that moment.

And Shining Armor offers to get pregnant for her, he's going to give birth to that baby because they both really want a child. (maybe I'm weird but I think I prefer the Mpreg thingy because it could be really funny and why not? that genderbending Shining Armor for the sake of the plot and thus getting pregnant. Like it's a magic world!!! There must be a spell or a potion or something to make a stallion pregnant.)

I think it needs to be explored more because Can you imagine Shining trying to lead and trying to train the guards and being really pregnant? While Cadance does her job as always but spends her time somewhat worried that Shining will overexert himself??

I know Cadance would like to pamper her dear husband who is trying so hard to fulfill their dream. And what are we not adding, what would Twilight think?? And his parents?? The guards??

Maybe Twilight Velvet would get some pregnancy advice that she would give to her child and in general advice on how to raise children and Night Light would also give them advice on things that he was learning being a parent. I think they would be happy to have a grandchildren.

I don't know but I feel like Celestia and Luna would send them a lot of gifts or you know what would be really nice too? Like maybe include the mane six too like Applejack and Pinkie pie (maybe especially Pinkie) helping with the pregnancy cravings and so on, Rarity would love to create lots of little clothes and maybe even little diapers for the baby.

There's sooooo many possibilities!!!!!

I was thinking about this specifically while I was on the road back to my city and then to my house, looking out the window bored and thinking and suddenly this came to my mind.

Sometimes I hate posting my good ideas (and no one seeing them) but that's how life works and I'm excited to post my ideas just because they're usually for me and I like that other people learn about it.

[ask-healthy-light]

Before she could tell him she was not who he thought had just entered behind him, Shining said that although he was able to defeat one Guard without wearing any armour, he did not want to think about what could have happened if he tripped, or did not hold on to his sword well enough; and what if he was fighting multiple opponents, or the next being he spared would unfairly strike him in his back?

As he placed his head in his hooves, he quietly asked Spear if he knew anything that would help him to calm down, since it was his idea to train at the Academy together, and he was clearly doing much better than he, even down to the armour he was given that properly fit him; and he slowly let out a sigh, patiently waiting for his friend to answer him, even though he would not be the one replying.

Instead, as Nox slowly walked up to Shining, she solemnly asked him whether anything still bothered him from long ago, which made the Young Guard snap around in an instant, and stare at her for a few heartstopping moments; but while Nox feared he would threaten her again, Shining just quickly shook his head, before he politely asked her if she had gotten lost, as he doubted she had to be in here.

As a small smile grew upon her face, Nox kindly told Shining that she had actually been looking for him, since she saw his bravery in battle just outside, but he vanished before she got the chance to speak, so she was lucky to meet him here; but to make sure that both of them were on the same page, she quietly asked him to be still for a moment, which he did in confusion as she reached out a paw.

After she touched his forehead with her paw, Shining briefly gasped, blinked a couple of times, and then looked at Nox with a renewed and pensive gaze, before he glanced around to find out where they were standing; and as he carefully sat down again, he confusedly asked Nox what she was doing here, to which she said that she wanted to tell him about Boomlord, just like he mentioned in his letter.

However, when she entered his dream, and heard the sound of clashing metal in the distance, she was worried that he, too, was dealing with the terrible vision with which her Mother and she had helped Cadance recently, only to find that it was naught but a memory from a while ago; and before she let him know about Boom, she repeated her question, and asked him whether something still bothered him.

With a discreet nod, Shining admitted that it had been a long time since he last was in this place, sitting quietly as he thought about the incredible risk of his brave or foolish move in challenging his friend after he took off all his armour; for although he was victorious, and he managed to beat Spearhead, it was far too close for his liking, and he severely doubted his abilities from then on.

Fortunately, he added with a quiet chuckle, Spear helped him see all of his strengths, his agility, his cunning and adaptability, and did not focus at all on what could have gone wrong because of one thing or the other; for what truly mattered was that he was not only able to defeat him, but he had also shown he was willing to spare his opponents, even going so far as to put away his sword first.

Too many things happened in rapid succession after this for Shining to give Nox a full explanation, so he said that Twilight got her Cutie Mark and hatched Spike, he rose through the ranks and became Captain of the Canterlot Guard, and shortly after the Changelings attacked, the Empire returned; so Celestia tasked Cadance and him to hold back Sombra, whom they now knew was Shining Star all along.

Although there was peace for a time after Sombra was captured and imprisoned underneath the Crystal Castle, eventually, they found that crops had been ruined and houses on the furthest outskirts were damaged, so they assigned a cohort of Guards to watch the area; but when one patrol did not return, he personally led their force thither, where he found they had been slain, but not without a fight.

What those foul Raiders lacked in quality tools and armour, they more than made up for in number.

"Our best Guards match ten of their scum, yet, they are always outmatched by thrice that amount…"

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[valleyfthdolls]

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Ok I’m gonna go in order character by character and then just fill in extra lore.

Twilight Sparkle: Twilight is pretty similar to canon, but also not entirely. She’s always struggled with making friends, and instead dedicated herself to magic. She started training under Celestia when she was a little girl, but she only managed to earn that spot because of Rainbow Dash, and as such, she abandoned all other fields of her life over time, dedicating herself to becoming the best sorceress she could be in hopes of earning her place under Celestia. However, depriving herself socially was completely hindering her abilities. The magic system is a little more fancy cuz I don’t totally remember the rules of MLP magic so basically as a powerful sorceress Twilight couldn’t actually harness all her power on her own, and attempting to would have driven her insane. (See: Nightmare Moon, Discord.) Though this isn’t like, a death sentence, Celestia didn’t want Twilight’s pure intentions twisted. Twilight is literally the physical incarnation of the spirit of magic, so this would’ve been super bad. Anyways, with her network of friends, Twilight studies as a sorceress under the queen (sorry but my worst enemy in kids media is when they make the sole monarch of a kingdom a princess, she’s a queen). Her style consists mostly of long skirts and dress. I’m still figuring out what kinds of bells and whistles to add to her design (maybe talismans, magical charms, that kinda thing??)

Applejack: AJ has a strong sense of morality and modesty. Her headstrong nature makes her essentially the head of the Apple family despite her young age, and she keeps their business up and running without a hitch. She is also in charge of teaching Apple Bloom, who has been homeschooled most of her life, right from wrong since the loss of their parents, and as such Apple Bloom has been taught very strictly. Though not like. Really conservative?, the Apple family lives a traditional and… “conservative”???? lifestyle. Applejack is loving and gentle, but will never hesitate to correct a wrong when she sees one. Her style is mostly typical farm girl stuff you’d expect. All her clothes are worn out to hell, but she makes them work ‘cause she’s not gonna spend her family’s hard earned cash on fancy clothes she doesn’t need. She’s generally the same as canon, just a bit rougher around the edges, sweeter at her core, and more straight laced about morality since that’s a better interpretation of honesty I think.

Rarity: Rarity always wants to give the absolute best she can to those around her. This generosity has led her to also develop a will of absolute steel, because of how often it’s been taken advantage of and used to cheat her. She pushes herself to extremes to put out the best for others, often neglecting everything but what she can provide, including what she and those around her need, and while she insists it’s an annoyance to be distracted from her work, she needs her loved ones to help keep her balanced. Having grown up just in the outskirts of a major city, Rarity dreams of that luxury and the life that fame would give her. She tends to look down on others who won’t allow her to help them, but her generosity always comes from a good heart- never is it backhanded or meant to make others feel pitied. This is a misinterpretation Applejack comes away with on many occasions. (There are only so many pairs of sleek, beautiful jeans you can get in the mail before you start to feel like you and your baggy overalls are being slighted.) Rarity’s style is posh, sleek and feminine. Her magic mostly utilizes and surrounds use of gemstones.

Pinkie Pie: Pinkie takes some inspiration that I’m not very proud of. You’ll. You’ll see. She’s a former orphan who was adopted following the destruction of her small hometown which itself has some Lore bc that wasn’t just a random occurrence. She was adopted by the Pie family because she was an earth pony, who are generally known for their physical power, and they needed more hooves on their farm. It was less a family and more a business arrangement- Pinkie and the other kids got her hooves dirty helping with their business, and in return, they gave them food, company, and a roof over their head. She was a very depressed child, but she learned to use humor and joy to find a good side to everything, partially on behalf of her siblings. Eventually, she left the farm to pursue her own life as a party planner and host. She’s also known among Ponyville as a reliable and fun (if perhaps not the most conventional) babysitter for elementary age foals. Similarly to with the Pies, Pinkie works for the Cakes in exchange for a place to live, but she really wants to have a family. As such, she latches onto the idea of being a relative to the Apple family, who accept her even when it turns out she’s not a blood relative. She can often be found at the farm when she has free time, playing games with Apple Bloom and keeping AJ company since she’s no good at harvesting apples. She’s a case Twilight cannot figure out for the life of her- an earth pony who either has weirdly uncanny intuition or is somehow in tune with a type of magic only unicorns can harness. Her style is decora kei.

Fluttershy: Fluttershy’s parents were absolutely massive hippies. While most pegasi reside in the sky for obvious reasons, they lived in the prairie, which was where Fluttershy grew up. She was what the cool kids call “improperly socialized as a child”, and as such, she was socially alienated when she began school, and unable to socialize. Her only friend was Rainbow Dash, who was willing to tone down her antics around her and would die to defend Fluttershy’s honor. (They were weird kids.) Despite being bullied heavily as a kid, she believes there was a silver lining as it taught her that she could communicate with animals and helped her discover her talent, though at the same time, she does know that really, she owes that to Rainbow Dash’s kindness to her. She’s autistic and selectively mute due to her anxiety, and known to shut down in stressful situations because of her fear of conflict, but she does have a… “bad side” if you will. She can be fucking SCARY if you mistreat innocents- especially Rainbow. Her style, similar to Twilight, consists mostly of long dresses and skirts, but with goth elements as she’s known to wear gothic clothing in light colors, and dark makeup.

Rainbow Dash: Rainbow is much more actually loyal to those around her. She’s pretty much the same otherwise, just more, again, actually loyal. She especially is loyal to Fluttershy, who she will always step in for, since they’re childhood friends, but really she’ll do that for any of her friends. She fittingly got her cutie mark defending her friend from bullies, as it’s the same story as canon, but Rainbow- unlike Pinkie- had absolutely zero above average amount of magic, and most normal ponies aren’t meant to be breaking the sound barrier at nine, so this actually fucked her up a bit. Just like all the others, this event connected her directly to the spirit of her element, which has made her more magical, but at the time, it burned the hell out of her and left her with permanent scars and wing damage that meant it took a ton of time and willpower before she could fly again. Her style is… I mean I wanna say scene but I know in my heart she’s a lame ass jock. Lame ass scene jock perhaps. Whatever that may entail

Like I said, Twilight is the only one who is the literal incarnation of her element, where the others are just tied to its magic. Twilight’s full power of magic is only manageable when she’s in tandem with the other five.

Queen Celestia and Princess Luna: Celestia and Luna are the incarnations of the sun and moon respectively, but Luna’s isolation inherent to the nighttime caused her powers to drive her a bit crazy, causing her to become jealous of Celestia, which isolated her further, and eventually the insanity overcame her and she became Nightmare Moon. Celestia sealed her away and took on her powers, but all of this added magic is starting to drive Celestia a bit crazy, which is why she called on the elements of harmony, creating Twilight as the incarnation of magic. Basically she needed someone else to shoulder some of the burden to keep her sane, but this weakened her and caused her to lose control of Nightmare Moon. (Stupid name btw. Maybe I’ll give her a different name.) Nightmare Moon is well aware of what Twilight is, and she’s dead set on defeating her so she can harness her power for herself.

Speaking of which, Nightmare Moon is a longer lasting villain, and because Luna isn’t entirely lucid as her, this makes turning her back a bit of a harder task. Fittingly to the themes of friendship, Nightmare Moon’s energy is dispersed among Luna, Celestia, Twilight, Cadence, the other five, and those who Nightmare Moon controlled, becoming a smaller burden they all have to shoulder together so Luna doesn’t have to succumb alone, because magic can’t be destroyed, but it can be redirected. Most of the supernatural villains are evil entities summoned by Nightmare Moon to work under her, who still have a piece of her curse after she’s rescued, which makes them more powerful, and Luna is unable to redirect her control over them because that magic is now subject to their intentions and direction.

Discord: Discord was the original ruler of Equestria, before the horrible imbalance his chaos caused led to the incarnations of the moon and sun (the balance of day and night) being created, overthrowing him and sealing him away to restore balance. However, looking at the pattern here, there was balance before Discord, imbalance through his rule, balance after Discord, imbalance when the moon overtook the sun, etc. This is a cycle- balance cannot exist without imbalance, and as such, that chaos returns once everything is peaceful. Discord is literally chaos incarnate in this AU, and given the rules about incarnation here, he simply arises when the time is right. I briefly considered that maybe once he was sealed away, his magic was what caused Luna’s to corrupt her, but that would make his return impossible. Instead, Discord had nothing to do with that, but when he returns in the wake of the peace, he preys on the corruption that exists in everyone to play along with his version of the world.

Oh also Discord was originally a normal being, but the overwhelming power of his chaos magic drove him completely insane.

The magic system: Magic in this AU has a few rules.

Magic is an ever present sort of energy.

Like energy, it cannot be created or destroyed. It is everywhere, and instead is channeled into the world, directed and redirected by the user’s intentions.

Everyone has a certain connection to magic, but only sorcerers and sorceresses can harness it. Not all sorcerers are unicorns, but the unicorns have the most direct manifestation of magic. There are different types of sorcery that play into the powers and strengths of all types of ponies, but only the most skilled can harness all three.

Different cultures have different uses of magic. The unicorn centric sorcery of channeling magic directly into you used most is primarily of central Equestria. Other areas practice different types based in the magic that exists in the earth such as potion use and production, faith based magic, hypnosis, etc.

All of these are equally magic, yes.

Cutie marks are magic. This is about the most magic within an average pony.

Magical “spirits” such as the sun and moon, the elements of harmony, chaos and order, etc. exist and those who are closet connected with those “spirits” are more powerful. You can create these connections if you teach yourself to embody them. Sometimes you’re both with them but that’s so rare that not even the main 6 had that happen.

Sometimes these spirits just incarnate into living beings and I guess no one questions this.

[the-fluffiest-trainer]

A dream for Twilight, brought by Laverre.

The night is far from over, but you awaken, sick with worry. You stare out the window of the library you call home, gazing at the stars and the bright moon – too bright, really. Almost blinding, just for an instant... and then you are no longer alone in your room.

"Princess Luna?" you ask, but the pony before you is unmistakable.

"What if it is true?" Luna responds, giving voice to the fears that woke you up. "What if the Lysandre you have worked alongside for all this time is like the version of him in that other Kalos? What if he does have an Ultimate Weapon capable of ending all life in the region, or even the world?"

"I hope it's not," you say, and you throw off the blankets to bring yourself to a sitting position on the bed. "We can do so much science and learning together, with him and the rest of Team Flare. It was their help that let me predict Fluttershy's fall and find her quickly. I don't want to lose that."

Luna looks at you strangely. "I did not say you would. I only asked, what if it is true?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look around you," Luna instructs, but nothing appears out of place. "You are in your old home in Ponyville, and you feel awake, but you still dream even now. What happened to this room, in the waking world?"

At those words, the memory returns to you in a great wave, almost overwhelming. "Tirek... He was a mile away, I was watching him through the telescope on the balcony, but he saw and took a shot even from there... He destroyed the entire library in one blast, because it was aimed at me."

"Exactly. And for that, he must pay."

"I tried," you protest weakly. "I went at him with everything I had. Four alicorns worth of magic power, and it wasn't enough to fight back. We were evenly matched, and only causing damage to the land around us."

"And that is why I ask..." Luna stares directly into your eyes, and you're not sure you like the look there. "What if it is true? What if the Ultimate Weapon is real, and you already know the man who can activate it?"

"...You mean to use it, for revenge, to kill Tirek where nothing else could? As long as it's not magical, which it wouldn't be, in this world... and either Discord or the pelipper network can get us access to Equestria..."

"It would be an option open to us," Luna says simply, and then fades away into the light of the moon behind. With nothing more to say, you return to beneath the blankets and try to sleep.

You awaken again, and it is morning. Late morning, by the sun streaming in through the library window, and you squint and cover your eyes. When you have adjusted to the brightness, you look again – and once again, there is a visitor in your room.

"What if it is true?" you ask of Princess Celestia as she stands silently before you. "What if the Lysandre I have worked alongside for all this time is like the version of him in that other Kalos? What if he does have an Ultimate Weapon capable of ending all life in the region, or even the world?"

Your former mentor looks at you, and you see that there are tears in her eyes. "Then we must not let it be used," she says.

"Even if it can destroy Tirek?"

"He is no threat to any world besides the one he is in. Let him build his own solitary prison, and stay there. I would not wish to see you become an angel of doom, my faithful student. Nopony should wield that power."

"Then," you ask her, "what should I do about Lysandre?"

"Don't you know?" Celestia's horn glows with golden magic, and a familiar book drifts gently through the air: Predictions and Prophecies, the book that led to your first and permanent trip to Ponyville.

"He's my friend," you realize aloud.

"Like Discord was to Fluttershy. He may pose a great danger if unchecked, but through the magic of friendship, his threat can be tamed. Be a friend to Lysandre, as you have learned so well, and you may convince him that the world is beautiful even as it is, and it does not need his heavy-handed correction."

"If you're sure..."

"Trust in yourself, my little pony, and trust in friendship. We must not lose sight of our principles, no matter how dire the situation we face. If Lysandre is as you fear, then reform him, heal his poisoned mind, and all will be well in the world."

"I suppose it's possible," you admit.

"It is always an option open to us," Celestia says, "to reconsider our ways and do better. Help him."

The Princess's form fades into pure blinding light, and then she is gone. You blink in the brilliance of the sun, cover and close your eyes just for a moment–

And you wake up, again, as the first pale light of dawn creeps over the horizon in Laverre City.

Am I awake? I feel awake, but then I did before too. But this is Laverre, in Kalos, and Fluttershy and all the pokemon are here too, so I must really be awake this time.

I just had the worst stress dream. This had better not be every night in this city... I really need to talk to Lysandre. And Bryony, I know she's been up at the pokeball factory near here. I've got to find out if it's true.

But... if it is, if he really does have it... what am I going to do?

[godoflazziness]

We’ll Meet Again

the intergalactic superstar often needed a break from partying himself and so he went up to be closer to the stars- up where the dreamweavers weave the dream together and come up with so many different dreams to explore. venti would give his insights when asked by the dreamweavers but usually kept to himself, finding a good spot to look up at the stars wondering to himself if his beloved warriors were still out there travelling among the stars once again or if they had ever truly reunited. he hoped that they did or rather hoped that you did. this is for you, traveler or well- trailblazer.

a cool breeze coming up around him as soon he was able to hear what was going on down below in the golden hour. robin and sunday encountering a new guest who had fallen from the sky and crash landed into the town square so to speak. there was something familiar about the trailblazer. venti’s eyes could see right through the vessel and into the soul that laid within. to the stellaron that lingered. should he make his introduction to the trailblazer? no. perhaps not now. this was an entirely new game and there was no venti in it. there was no way that they would remember him anyhow. they didn’t the last time. walking his way through and back down to the main dream. he found himself having entered into the mall, looking around and browsing. was there anything he wanted? his thoughts would be interrupted upon hearing a high-pitched voice on the wind, “ oh my gosh!! is that the venti?!” the voice excitedly exclaimed causing the small man to look over to see it wasn’t the tiny pipsqueak that he thought it was but instead a whole teenage girl with pink hair.

she didn’t seem to care about who had heard her squeal of joy or perhaps she did and was rather gifted with hiding it. she couldn’t contain her excitement however which reminded venti of quite the few people he used to know. smiling and shaking his head before turning on heel and pointing right at the teenage girl with other hand on his cheek, “ oh my gosh! is that the march 7th!?” he exclaimed in reply causing the girl with pink hair to put hands over her mouth in surprise and quickly look around to see if anyone else saw that before both the excited and full of energy individuals ran over and reached each other in the middle of the large space. it was almost like they had been best friends forever when in reality the two had literally just met yet they both knew of each other via the power of intergalactic social media.

" I shouldn't really be surprised that you're still hanging around for the charmony festival," stated march after the two took a few selfies together and the younger took one photo of venti by himself. venti looked at the photo and couldn't help but think to himself how good they were, it reminded him of that one cryo allogene that lived in fontaine.

he didn't know her personally but he did see some of the things that charlotte wrote. if only she would post something about how she managed to survive the destruction of teyvat but no such luck so far. there was someone from fontaine still kicking around though- the ex-hydro archon who has been completely shattered after what happened. venti couldn't blame her.

humans could do only so much and venti hoped that his dear friend furina would be able to realize that and stop blaming herself. the only person at fault for what went down was venti- the divine who chose to act as a human and abandon his duties of an archon. venti was never proud to be one as it only meant he was just a puppet on strings with celestia as the puppeter but with celestia gone, venti could finally be free. the cost to get here was heavy and if venti could, he would undo it all.

venti would rather be chained down and locked up in a cage than live in a time where his children didn't have freedom. he misses them a lot and everything just reminds him of days gone by. nothing venti actually could do now as he gave up a smile to march as she looked down at the shorter with a smile of her own. " huh. you're shorter in real life. I could pick you up and carry you around like a purse dog. uhh.. actually, nevermind. I don't have the upper body strength for that." she noted before placing on her forehead when she realized she likely really couldn't carry the man around even if she wanted to.

it was quite amusing to watch as venti allowed her to continue on with her rambling and just stood there waiting to see if she would ask him something else or what have you. venti didn't mind waiting for somebody to get to their point even when there wasn't a point at all to made or they end up forgetting what that point was but march seemed to just be making some small talk or rather taking in her observations of venti.

venti understood the intergalactic common language to where he could listen to others but found it difficult to speak it himself. he learned many languages over the many years and he gets confused sometimes. forgetting words in any language is quite an easy thing to do. " soo.. march." he started up when he noticed that the girl looked to be lost in train of though, " do you.. no. did you want to ask me something? fine if no. we can just talk! ehe!"

" whoa. your common really is that bad, huh.." noted march before quickly realizing how rude that sounded and apologized to which venti only giggled in reply and the girl let out a sigh, " anyway - yeah! there's so many things I want to ask you. I heard that you and robin actually knew each other. is that true? are you gonna do a colab together? everyone's been saying that you should!"

venti placed a hand on his chin as he thought over the questions. once upon a time, answering questions would have been easier but with the common language he wasn't too familiar with yet and his brain naturally wanting to speak the common language of his home planet, it was hard to form the words and sentences to properly portray what he wanted to say.

" won't deny. I've known both robin and her brother since they were still nestlings." venti started to answer the girl's question as march listened to eagerly yet he could tell she was slowly running out of patience, " colab though.. hmm. good idea! I will ask robin about it."

" whoa! you're.. older than I thought too! I was thinking you were sixteen or something. " march gave a nod in reply to acknowledge that she had heard what he said and understood it some degree, " and good idea? hmhm! of course it is!" she placed hands on hips and gave a confident smirk.

" no. I.. uhh.. I am over two thousand and six hundred years old." venti informed, having to really think on how long he has lived thus far and penacony's eternal golden hour often made it hard to know what day it actually was and people didn't use days out here as most people out in the cosmos measure by system hours.

" two thousand!? you're older than even general jing yuan." remarked march in surprise as she herself was a short life speices. most likely around twenty years of age or younger, " you look pretty good for two thousand though! the perks of being a long life speices I bet." and as this conversation continued on, the two of them would walk around the shopping mall together.

march checking out some shoes or other clothes along the way, checking the price and seeing if there were any discounts while venti tagged along. eventually the two would enter one of the clothing stores to try out some clothes and do something of a fashion show. taking photos and selfies while wearing the outfits they came up with.

and eventually when they left the store, venti would spot the bellhop out of the corner his eyes before looking back to march who had just gotten a text message. " oh shot- I have to go! see you around, venti!" and off the teenage girl went leaving venti behind.

after seeing her leave the mall, venti would then head off in the direction of where he thought he saw someone. was it furina or was it misha? he didn't really know until he actually found the boy. " oh, hey there, sweetie! what are you reading?" he asked watching as misha was flipping through the pages of some kind of magazine before the younger heard him and looked up with clockie accompanying him as usual.

" oh, uh.. it's just a teen magazine. I remember it had a quiz in it on.. how to know if you have a crush on somebody." answered misha and that would catch venti's interest causing him to smile and let out an 'oooh!~'. the boy was twelve years old. how long the boy had been twelve was hard to say but it seems like he was reaching that time of his life where he started to notice other people in a new way.

" and do you?" venti asked the boy causing misha to double check his results in the magazine's are you down bad? quiz. his cheeks soon turning a shade of pink before he nodded in reply. the wind energy lifeform would take a seat across from the boy ever curious about this new development, " oh, my! and who exactly is this mystery person you're crushing on?"

misha would hold clockie close to him, feeling rather embarrassed or shy about the reveal of having a crush on somebody and venti having taken an interest in who that somebody was. " oh.. just a guest I met. we hung out together on the astral express." the boy eventually answered while clockie was quick to point out that the person in question was more than 'just a guest' but a lieutenant of the cloud knights causing misha to let out a sigh as he closed up the magazine.

" and according to the quiz.. I am super down bad." misha added on while using clockie as a emotional support teddy bear or blankie, " it doesn't say what I should do about it though. I've been looking through the magazine for as many tips as I could find too. maybe I need to find a book on romance or at least one about the xianzhou luofu."

" it seems I have arrived just on time then!" mused venti in reply with a catlike smirk as he was willing to give the boy any guidance or advice he would need, " back on my home world, I lived in a nation of freedom that was well-known for poetry and romance. I've seen my fair share of teenagers in love. what you need to find out right now is if this yanqing kid likes you back."

misha listened rather intently to what venti was saying to him, taking it in and really thinking about it. it seems misha didn't know if his crush liked him back yet as he held clockie closer to his chest, " and how do I know if he does? should I ask?"

" a straight and direct approach could work but how you go about finding out really just depends on the other person. a lot of people aren't so willing to tell you how they feel. some would even lie straight to your face and deny their true feelings." venti explained to the boy and without knowing anything about yanqing.. it was hard to give any specific advice. venti then looking to clockie to see if he could shed some light on the situation and fortunately clockie had interacted with the subject of misha's crushing.

" yanqing is typically a straightforward and direct boy but it seems he had gotten some advice from that gambler known as aventurine. who knows what aventurine could have told yanqing." clockie gave his two cents to which venti nodded in acknowledgement before looking back to misha himself.

" right. simple and direct communication seems to be just right for this one then though those in the xianzhou alliance aren't really much for words. I would say to communicate how you feel through your actions instead as that may be easier for him." venti explained while misha had taken out a notepad at one point to write all this down and nodded to show he was listening before getting up with clockie still in arms, " thank you, mr venti sir! your advice was really helpful." he thanked the older before heading out and eventually venti would take his own leave out of the mall.

walking through the golden hour, venti would eventually stop in front of one of the televisions located within display window of one of the buildings. looking up and seeing that trailblazer on screen. another exciting adventure for them it would seem. " ehe~ hope to see you soon, my beloved warrior! oh, oops, sorry- galactic baseballer, is it now?" he whispered under breath with eyes on the trailblazer as if talking directly to them and as if they would be able to hear him, " you are sure to have quite the interesting stories to share. I wonder if you'll remember me this time."

[mais-nerdy-corner]

𝕬 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊: 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕱𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 | 𝕬𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖒 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Synopsis: A haunting dream turned nightmare caused the Akademiya's Scribe to collapse at work. The news was made known to the youngest daughter first before to the eldest. But when she found out the news and the reason behind it, she expressed her frustrations.

Pairing: Alhaitham x Female! Reader

Genre: Angst & fluff

Note: Since our 'feeble scholar' didn't appear much in the previous part, let's give him some more screen time. Probably slightly OOC though :v

'What a pleasant breeze... This kind of weather is perfect for doing nothing at all,' Alhaitham thought.

Wait...

A breeze...?

He didn't remember opening the bedroom window the night before, nor did he forget to close it. What on Teyvat is going on?

It became much clearer when Alhaitham opened his eyes. The clear blue sky greeted the Scribe's eyesight. Falling flower petals danced as the wind blows. He was outside, in some field in fact when he looked around.

That doesn't make it any clearer... What's really happening?

Alhaitham then realized that he was lying on something, or rather lying on someone's lap. He also realized this someone was gently stroking his hair.

The confused Scribe looked up and saw (hair color) colored hair blowing in the wind. The longer he looked at this someone's face, the more he started to recognize the person.

"...Y/n?"

A call of your name made the person looked down. Their (hair color) hair and (eye color) eyes... No doubt, it was really you.

"Hm? Oh, you've waken up from your nap. Good afternoon, Alhaitham. How was it?"

Alhaitham didn't answer. Rather, he was mesmerized by how ethereal you looked. You donned a long white off shoulder flowy dress and a matching flower crown. In his eyes, you look like a goddess that descended from Celestia.

He got up from his lying position and saw little Aqilah and Afiyah running around, playing a game of tag.

"Be careful, you two. You could've fallen."

Right after you said that, little Afiyah tripped and face planted into the ground. Alhaitham immediately stood up, having the sudden urge to help his fallen younger twin daughter. But he didn't move because Afiyah had been helped by her older twin sister.

With her small voice and waving movements of her hands, Afiyah reassured her parents.

"I'm okay!" she said.

Alhaitham sat back down, letting out a sigh of relief. You smiled at him and he didn't let it go unnoticed. When he turned to face you, you looked away with your head slightly lowered.

"So, you really do care about our two daughters, don't you?" you asked.

Your question confused Alhaitham. Why are you asking this? After losing you, of course he doesn't want to lose anyone else. If you're still alive, does this mean that... this is a dream? Of course he cares about his daughters.

Even though he didn't answer, you already knew what's in Alhaitham's mind. You smiled as you said, "I see. That's a relief to know."

...

"But..."

WHOOSH

The falling flower petals suddenly behave strangely and formed a whirlwind around the Scribe, obscuring Alhaitham's vision of you.

"Did you ever have the thought to care about me?"

"Y/n!"

When Alhaitham stretched out his hand to reach you, the gap in the whirlwind of flower petals had closed and taken him elsewhere.

The whirlwind dispersed and it was suddenly dark outside. Alhaitham realized that he had also changed places. He was in Sumeru City, not in the fields where he was before. In fact, he was right in front of his house.

The lights from inside the house were on, so that meant at least someone was still awake. By reflex, he looked for his house keys in his pocket.

It was there.

Without him realizing it, Alhaitham's hand was shaking when he was about to unlock the door of his house. Why was he this nervous? He was just about to enter his house, why must he be nervous?

As he pushed open one of the double doors, Alhaitham could hear voices coming from one of the hallways. That's where he saw his wife crouching while holding their younger twin daughter's shoulder. It looked like she had just been crying, probably whining for something.

"Ah! Papa, Papa!"

Little Afiyah suddenly called out and pointed at something behind you, making you look over your shoulder. And that's where you saw him, the husband you were waiting for and the father Afiyah asked to read her a story book.

"Alhaitham..." You muttered, pausing before looking at your older twin daughter and ordered, "Take Afiyah back to your room, Aqilah. There's something I need to talk to your father about."

"Yes, Mother. Come on Afiyah."

"No, wait! Papa hasn't read the story book yet!"

Afiyah reluctantly returned to her room with a pout on her face. And now that the two of you are alone, you can let yourself loose.

"You're home awfully late. Afiyah kept asking where you were and when will you read her the story book earlier. Aqilah and I offered to read it for her, but she refused. She wanted you to read it..."

You paused as you took a deep breath before continuing, "You know how she is, right? Afiyah is attached to you. I understand that you worked to make us a living, but I still can't do this alone. I know deep down in your heart that you care and love them wholeheartedly. But... if this goes on..."

Alhaitham stayed silent. He knew at this point you were holding back your tears but you tried to stay strong.

'As expected from you, Y/n,' he thought.

"I know asking this might make me look selfish, but..."

"Did you, at least, care about me?"

Alhaitham was taken aback. His eyes were wide as he stared at you before shifting his gaze to the ground. With your clenched fist on your chest, you asked him again.

"Tell me, Alhaitham. What did I mean to you? Was I just someone who peaked your interest and decided to toy with?"

"Y/n... I–"

Alhaitham knew at this moment, you must be mocking him. Oh, so that's when you decided to open up.

"It's alright, Alhaitham. You don't need to explain yourself."

You walked away from your husband but you were not quite done with the conversation. With your back facing him, you took a deep breath and gripped the shawl over your shoulder.

"You gave me the impression that... you didn't care. You didn't care, Alhaitham... I do not wish that was my last impression of you..."

Your choked sobs made his heart ache. Alhaitham knew that this was just a dream but it felt so real. Is this just a trick made by his brain or is this really a message from you?

"So what was it that you cared about? Was it my knowledge of an unknown land and its language? Or was it my powers and origins that interested you? Answer me, Alhaitham!"

The Scribe didn't really know what to say. He was speechless. Because everything you said, was true.

"...You have nothing to say, have you? Huh, what was I expecting? You'll only view me as overly sensitive... Goodbye, Alhaitham..."

"Y/n! Wait!"

When Alhaitham tried to reach you a second time, again he failed. With your back turned to him, your image faded away along with the scenery around it. It was as if he was being pulled into a vortex of darkness.

And at that moment, the 'dream' ended.

"Ghah!"

Alhaitham's eyes snapped open as he instinctively sat up. He was covered in cold sweat, his heart pounding against his chest, and his ragged breathing. It wasn't an ordinary dream. It was a nightmare.

When Alhaitham looked around, he found himself back in the bedroom he once shared with you. He felt relieved, but also sad. He was saddened upon the fact that you were no longer with him.

Alhaitham knew that, he knew for the past fifteen years. Still, he couldn't help but be sadly reminded of this.

Whether he like it or not, Alhaitham dragged himself out of bed, got ready for the day and headed to the kitchen.

(Later)

"Eh? You're not going to have breakfast?"

Arriving at the kitchen, Alhaitham was greeted by his younger twin daughter. She offered him the breakfast she had prepared. He always ate the breakfast she made, but this day he refused it.

"No, I simply... lost my appetite," Alhaitham said.

"Oh... Then, do you want me to bring you lunch later?" Afiyah then asked.

"There's no need. I'll... eat out, later."

And just like that, Alhaitham left. Aqilah who had been silent all this time commented, "Father's acting strange today. Not only did he oversleep, he didn't eat the breakfast you made."

Afiyah sighed as she stare off into the distance, stopped washing the dishes and let the water from the faucet continue to run. Aqilah noticed her younger twin sister's behavior and went to take her sword.

"I'm heading out. I have a practice session with the General Mahamatra. So please don't bother bringing lunch for me later," she said.

Just as expected, Afiyah woke up from her reverie and immediately turned off the water faucet. "A-ah...! Right, noted!"

Students and scholars seem to have noticed the Scribe's behaving a little differently today. The way he seemed to pay no heed to their explanation, then asked to repeat it. The way his brain suddenly fogged up whenever he was given a task. The way he look... fatigued. It was very unusual of him.

Hearing the sound of the elevator approaching its destinated floor, Panah, a member of the Mahamata, came to greet the person who got on.

"Ah, Scribe Alhaitham! If you're here to bring something that the Grand Sage requested, just leave it to me. He's out visiting Aaru Village to see the educational development there."

"..."

"Umm... Scribe Alhaitham?"

Panah was confused about what to do with the silent Scribe. His gaze fell to the floor and the report he should have been holding was still in his hand. That was what Panah saw, but what exactly did Alhaitham feel?

Absolute hell. His vision was blurry. The world was spinning. His knees were giving away, as if he would fall to the floor at any moment. Alhaitham was trying hard not to faint in front of his colleagues, but it seemed he couldn't take it anymore.

Panah noticed the Scribe starting to lean forward, he quickly propped him up by holding him by his shoulders.

"Scribe Alhaitham? Are you alright? ...Your shoulder's warm. Did you come to work sick?"

Even Panah's words sounded muffled. It was overridden by the loud ringing in his ears.

What happened to Alhaitham next was a blur to him, because his world has gone black.

(On a path to Gandharva Ville)

A certain architect rushed to Gandharva Ville, hoping to quickly pass the word on to someone. "That darn brat! Stop making others worry about you!" he grumbled.

He picked up his pace and headed to a certain Forest Watcher's hut. As he entered, he found the person he was looking for.

"Afiyah!"

"Uncle Kaveh...?"

"What brings you here to Gandharva Ville, Kaveh? Don't tell me you had a fight with Alhaitham again and you're here to vent out your frustrations..."

"There's no time to explain. I'm here to pick up Afiyah and we must hurry back," Kaveh said as he grabbed Afiyah by her shoulders.

Poor Afiyah who was clearly confused by the situation innocently replied, "H-Huh? B-But, my study session is not over yet...?"

Tighnari who was fortunately keen of his student's feeling and situation, let go of Kaveh's grip on Afiyah. "Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, Kaveh. Now, I'm not about to let you take away my student without an explanation. So explain to me, what exactly happened?"

(A little while later)

"Alhaitham... collapsed at work?"

By the way Afiyah gasped, this sort of a thing has never happened before. Tighnari is also surprised by what Kaveh told him.

"Out of the four of us, I thought he'd be the one who would rarely pass out at work. It seems I was wrong," he said.

"'For now' they said, they brought him back home because the distance from the Akademiya to the Bimarstan was a bit far. Perhaps they will call a doctor to his house..."

With her hands clutching her skirt, Afiyah stood up from her spot and packed her things. "In that case, Master Tighnari, allow me to go home. I have to take care of Father."

"Hold on, Afiyah. I know you mean well but I won't let you go home empty handed. Wait a little longer, I'll go make some medicine. Would you be a dear and help me pick up the ingredients? I will consider it as a part of our lesson."

(That evening)

Aqilah and Cyno have just returned after a long day of practice. They walked to the Akademiya to drop Cyno off before Aqilah returned to her own home.

"You can drop me off here. There's no need to walk me all the way inside. I trust that you can go home alone just fine?" Cyno asked.

"You know that my house isn't far from here..."

As Aqilah was about to leave, a call of her master's title was heard.

"General Mahamatra!"

When she turned around, she saw a student rushing over, carrying a stack of papers. Aqilah stayed in place seeing how serious their conversation was. Even her master made a surprised face that she rarely saw.

Not long after, the student approached Aqilah. "Miss Aqilah, if you wouldn't mind, may I ask you to take these papers home and give them to your father?" he said.

"My father's working hours are clearly over, and yet you still want to give him work?"

"Umm, here's the thing, Miss... Aqilah. Your... Your father collapsed at work this morning. We took him back to his house and–"

"He... what?"

Before he could finish his explanation, the student was interrupted by Aqilah who had disappeared. And what was left behind was the familiar but larger Chisel-Light Mirror teleportal, which soon disappeared.

Another Chisel-Light Mirror teleportal appeared in front of the Scribe's house, and his older twin daughter emerged from it. She stared at the building as her hair blows in the wind before entering.

"I'm home," she announced.

"Ah, welcome back. It's quite rare for you to come home this late. I've been stuck in here since this morning because that darn brat didn't take care of himself...! Wait, have you been made aware of the situation or do I need to tell you...?"

Her uncle Kaveh fidgeted as a way of apologizing in case she didn't know. The girl sighed and nodded to let him know she was aware.

"Where is Father? I need to have a word with him."

"He's resting in his room. But couldn't this wait until, you know, he's feeling a lot better?"

"Maybe it's better that he knows it now than being left clueless... You can go home, Uncle Kaveh."

The girl left her uncle in the living room as she headed to her father's room. She stood in front of his door for some time, taking a deep breath as she prepared herself mentally and opened the door.

There she saw her father sitting up in bed and her younger twin sister by his side.

"Ah, Aqilah! Welcome back."

The older twin who was greeted fell silent and drew closer to the bed. With a judgmental gaze, she looked down at her father already questioning how he got into a situation like this.

"I left the house for one day and suddenly someone got sick. I thought we all knew and did our part, but apparently someone just didn't get the memo."

Afiyah who felt that Aqilah was making the atmosphere in the room uncomfortable, immediately defended Alhaitham, "Please don't be too hard on Father, Aqilah. It's rare for him to get sick like this."

"I know, and I don't think a smart person like him would let himself get sick that easily. Huh, guess I was wrong..."

"Aqilah...!"

"It's alright, Afiyah... Your sister's reaction is understandable..." Alhaitham spoke up before the quarrel between his two daughters escalated. "Aqilah, you were right... I was careless, I should've taken better care of myself. I'm sorry..."

"I didn't come home so soon just to hear you apologizing. I wanted the truth. So tell me, Father. What happened?"

And what Aqilah heard next was a shocker to her. Afiyah watched as her older twin sister backed away, eyes widened, spewing hurtful words and outraged by what her father had said.

"Aqilah..."

Kaveh who oddly decided to stay instead of going home (despite complaining about it earlier), came to see what the commotion was all about.

"What's going on? I was just about to leave when I heard—" He stopped when he saw his niece on the floor and joined her, "Aqilah...? What happened...?"

Kaveh looked at Aqilah with concern before looking at his former roommate Alhaitham, questioning what he had said.

No...

This can't be...

You must be kidding...

Please... Tell me this is a joke...

Tell me this is a lie...!

Why...?

Out of all people...?

Should you dream about...

Her...?

My mother...?

[Author's Note]: Since this series is coming to an end, I wanted to write a few extras/side stories before I write the last few chapters. I might put up a poll sooner or later, but for now leaving some suggestions here will do just fine :P

Publication date: April 23rd 2023

Taglist: @sunsethw4 @elernity @luningningtala @qaiserarchive @ceylestia @crowleysthings

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Full shuffled pillars ! :DD Here are their adapted stories (version in a nutshell) :

-Starswirl, alicorn of magic : first unicorn to ever reach alicorn-hood by his own means and teacher of Celestia and Luna. He became an alicorn before there was one government for all of ponykind, the fusion was done by the sisters after he disapeared. He is the one who created the first few models of magic and multiple spells. Some call him the "father of modern magic"

-Flash Magnus, earth pony soldier : the town he was situated in got attacked by a dragon, pegasi soldiers came since they are better abilited to fight a flying ennemy. They got beaten but before they could get burned to a crisp, Flash grabbed one of their shield and threw himself before the blaze, stopping it and managed to beat the dragon by climbing on it.

-Mistmane, pegasus : In this version, her friend is younger and became deadly sick during her absence. Her parents, to try and keep her alive as long as they could, locked her in the palace and she began asking for all the beautiful things, to feel as if she had been able to travel, explore and discover. Feeling isolated due to Mistmane being gone, the villagers being overworked and her parents not accepting that she wants to see the world, even if it makes her life even shorter. Finally, she snaps at them when Mistmane comes back and sacrifice a big part of her health for her (against her friend will, who also snaps at Mistmane, not having wanted her friend to suffer for her, but nothing could take it back), making her realize that no-object could make the disapointment of staying between the same walls disapear. And that she only felt hurt for the hurt caused to others to try and make her happy. Mistmane is a master of weathers and winds, able to make powerful puppet-cloud that she can use to attack. She is very weakened by her condition and needs regular rest-period.

-Rockhoof, unicorn : despite the stereotype on his race, he isn't a scholar and doesn't have natural talent in magic nor strong magic. Tried and tried to conform but it wasn't him. Realized he loved physical labor and was kind of shunned for it, so he shunned his own magic, when his town got in danger from the volcano, he (like in fim) began his trench, while digging, he realized his magic could help him and to amazement, when he accepted that he wasn't a failed unicorn for preferring physical labor nor a failed earth pony for having magic, it happened like fim and he saved his home. He began then working with the mighty helm despite them originally being earth pony only, due to unicorn army working only with their magic.

-Somnambula, unicorn : very close to fim until her magic was stopped by horn ring for the crossing of the bridge. She again crossed it by not losing hope or panicking. But the end wasn't quite as sweet and easy because, when she took the blindfold off and saved the prince, the sphinx decided to get one last hit before flying away and blinded her with a hit of claws in the eyes. She is also a dream-walker (like Luna, she can walk in dream. Though, contrary to her, she can only access dreams of people she touch and can't manipulate them, she has to make the dreamer manipulate their own dream).

-Meadowbrook, bat-pony : the exact same as fim, except she isn't an earth pony but a bat-pony. Bat-ponies generally lives in forest in my au due to not being as good flyiers as regular pegasus. They also have a better night-vision but are more easily blinded by bright light. I will at a moment make something to talk about the different pony kind in the au

-Stygian, earth pony : I can't tell much since it would spoil if I write precisely the au x'DD So, I will just say he is a shadow-infused earth pony. Where earth pony are normally infused with the magic of the earth (which give them their enhanced strenght and ability to grow crops more easily), he is infused with the shadows. It is a forbidden process done during pregnancy that is complete at birth. If Stygian had a child, except if he had them with another shadow-infused earth pony, the child would be either a regular earth pony or of the other parent race. Being infused with the 'wrong' magic has multiple consequences, notably being far smaller and weaker than normal, a weakened immune system, special culinary needs, ... It also allow access to the magic in question, more precision if/when I will do a post on them specificaly. Starswirl was aware of what Stygian was from the moment he saw him. Stygian isn't aware before being in current Equestria.