#they're the most priceless flowers in the world

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*throws a mooncake into your inbox* part 2 of the erlang x reader fic plsssss. Let our boy pine and long from the distance. Yuan Fen just KNOWS he caught feeling and is giving him the stink eyes. Maybe reader is unaware? up to you. LOVE YOUR WRITING AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAYYY

((mooncake?....mooncake...this gave me setting...thank you!))

The mid-autumn festival, or the festival of the moon. You heard it back in your world, but you never thought that one day you would actually participate. After all, you showed some curiosity when you heard from the other monkeys that in the nearest city the humans were preparing everything for the festival, and it was natural for you to ask to be able to attend it.

What you and your companions didn't know was that you weren't the only not-so-human beings that were ready to take a free night for the Moon festival.

"And WHAT are you two doing here?!"

Yuán Fèn almost snarled at the two deities that looked so normal under their own spell and some normal robes. In front of you, Erlang Shen, THAT Erlang, and the third Lotus prince, Nezha, were just in that moment entering the city walls.

Even if under a glamour spell that made him look like a human, Yuán Fèn still held that small trait that didn't allora his tail to disappear, and it was currently moving like a snake around his torso.

"We have all the rights in the world to attend this celebration!" Said the younger one, snarling like your friend and showing some clean in his eyes.

"Of every city, this one?!"

"Yes! Something to say about it?!"

And while the two were arguing, you couldn't look straight in the eyes of the older deity. You remembered quite well what happened to that mountain in that illusion, and... well, it made you feel quite awkward since that was the last time you saw him. You played with the hem of your sleeve, looking from time to time at the man, maybe searching for a good way to green him.

"You look stunning, y/n."

Instead, Erlang couldn't take his eyes off you. Your hangu was of a sweet shade of blues and lilac; flowers aforned your hair and the silks, making you the most beautiful thing that his eyes ever laid on. But you could have been beautiful in everything to him.

Chang'e needed to be careful, because now she had a rival that night.

"oh!" You scratched your head from embarrassment, a little more nervous than before. "The dress?... it's just an old thing that a friend had borrowed me."

"The third sister?" He said it with a genuine but funny tone.

"Yeah! She said that I need to start tò Look like a lady from now on!"

"She has good taste."

He kept his tongue by making remarks about her being a Yaoguai. After all, you befriended many of them. On your behalf, you laughed a little, feeling the nervousness finally calm down. Then, you remembered that Yuán Fèn and that Sassu child were nearing a handfight, and you had an idea.

"Since we're all together, why don't we go as a group? Tò know each other better!" The looks of disbelief on their faces were priceless. "I mean, we should start to act as allies now that the time has changed. And it would be fun!"

Yuán Fèn wanted to say something. I saw your hopeful face. You really, really wanted to attend the festival without troubles, and if going with Erlang and Nezha was an option for that, then it was worth it!

"All right, if they're not against it."  Which he hopes they were.

Well, they weren't; they both agreed on the spot, and so here you all were, walking in the street, full of people, ready to start the celebrations with two deities, really important ones too, and the One that had hereditated all of Sun Wukong powers—a normal group.

What really caught your attention was the decoration around yourself: everywhere someone had hanged a lantern, on their house, on the streets, between the house and palaces. Children were running around, holding small lanterns made of carved melons, where the adults had cut shapes in the zest, then putted a candle inside. 

Music could be Heard from the taverns, in the streets, around some temples, and everyone seems busy to have a good time. Your eyes couldn't concentrate on one spot, so immediately they were caught by something else, and you were so distracted that even Yuán Fèn needed to pull you a little. And of it wasn't him; a certain child was now fully invested in the area sourranding him.

"There there! I bet they sell flying lanterns! Bián huá, led me some money so we can take a few for later!"

"Why should I? Firstly, my name is Y/n, and secondly, you have to ask for them!"

"Hey! Have you forgotten who I am? I can turn you to-"

"To nothing. Because if a certain emperor find out you both sneak here, you're in big trouble!"

It was funny seeing Nezha act like a brat with someone that didn't care about his status, and of course it needed to be you.

While he kept complaining or tugging at your sleeves to get your attention on something, a small crowd got your attention. The music and the dances were blasting; a small group of musicians was playing an old song about Houyi and Chang'e, girls were launching handkerchiefs around, and boys were trying to catch them as fast as they could.

"Hey! Over there! What are they doing? What kind of dance is that?"

"That? It's a matchmaking dance." Said nonchalantly Yuán Fèn. "Of the boy can give back the handkerchief to the girl who has tossed, they may get married in the future."

"Oooh, it's cute!" You got closer to the crowd and, without even noticing, a few old ladies, maybe caught in a joyful spirit, had already caught you and dragged you inside.

"Little help here?!" You tried to call for your friend, but he was stopped by the young one.

"Just throw the thingy! Who's going to pick it up anyway?!" He laughed about it, while you just stuck your tongue out at him.

Once you did what they told you, you were free and without your handkerchief.

"Wow, those ladies are crazy about it!"

"They just like seeing young ladies march with young men, even strange things like you!"

"Careful, or I'll ruin your makeup, boy..." The both of you were now making faces at each other, to the dismay of Erlang and the joy of Yuán Fèn.

"so! What now?"

"We should go and pay and offer to the moon goddess; it's her festival after all."

"Allright! Let's move!"

While you, Yuán Fèn, and Nezha started moving, you hadn't noticed a Swift of Wind between the crowd. When you turned around, Erlang was adjusting his robe and hair.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Ah yes. Sorry, I was just...thinking."

He deliberately avoided the monkey glare; the only one who knew that had noticed maybe.

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After you all had offered the incense, prayed for some good fortune, and paid respect to the goddess, you all decided that it was the right moment to stop and enjoy some dinner.

"Why don't we stop here? It seems nice!"

"I wouldn't mind some crabs."

"I'm starving!"

If it wasn't just for the small details that the place was crowded like nowhere, it would have taken hours to eat something! And you still wanted to participate in other events! Especially when the lanterna would have been left free in the sky to fly! You bought a few without Nezha knowing—a small surprise for him. Your mouth started tò watering while you saw all of those plates full of food and delicacy moving between table to table, and you were really beginning to think that losing at least the lion dance could not be such a terrible idea.

Until you noticed the monkey and the boy eyes fixed on the door that seemed to lead to the kitchen. There, your thoughts start tò running.

"You really shouldn't do that!"

"They won't notice!" Said Nezha, ready already to sneak in.

"We'll leave a few dollars, so it won't be a real robbery. What do you think?" Yuán Fèn winked at you. Just before taking the form of One of the waiters was alongside Nezha, making his way towards the kitchen. You blushed a little, still a little uncostimed by his new-found cockiness that accompanying tò Bajie was provoked by his mind now clear about his love towards you.

"Yuán fèn or Sun Wukong, they won't change. Troublemakers Deep in Their Heart." Erlang sighed, observing the scene.

"I like him this way... He may be a troublemaker, but he got a big heart."

The deity couldn't shake that pounty feeling in his heart when he saw with what gaze you were looking at the monkey. Deep, really Deep, he wished that you could have spared those dreamy eyes for himself. Such a selfish desire, but he was selfish inside...

"I never got the chance to thank you properly for what you've done for me back there." You started again to play with your sleeve, looking at your feet with some shyness that, in his eyes, made you more precious than ever.

"You don't have to. It was my duty to do so."

"I know, but...thank you...for everything."

And there it was again—that damn smile. That smiled so full of kindness and life that virtually you could possess, one smile that could break everyone's heart, especially Erlang's. He looked at you fondly and started to search for something in his robe.

"Y/n, please, I would."

The screaming of the owner echoed in the crowd. Laughs and screams started, and two troublemakers were running out from the restaurant, holding some food and wine.

"THEY'RE NOT THAT GENEROUS!"

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You were able to get away from the owner fast enough, and, with your spoiler, you were able to find a nice spot. Next to the river, the boat, all of them decorated with more lanterns, seemed like a celestial vessel with reflections on the water. The light played on the surface, the colors shone like the aurora, and the moon, now high in the sky, set herself to be admired by mortals, Yaoguais, and celestials on that peaceful night.

Everything was just nice, with some food, wine, and good friends. 

After a while, you and Nezha standard up and get closer to the river bank to spot more interesting lanterns, leaving Yuán Fèn and Erlang alone and together.

The night was peaceful, but between the two of them, the tension seemed palpable, and the brother of them wanted to open their mouth to speak up. Erlang proved no animosity towards the monkey; he had made sure of that, but it wasn't like he liked him anyway. But he was sure that that night, the monkey really didn't enjoy his presence at all.

"If you have something to say, then talk. Don't ruin the night with this."

"Then give me the handkerchief."

Erlang stopped tò eating his crabs. His expression seemed calm, for now.

"I can smell it from here. Hand it over."

"Are you afraid of some silly mortal tradition?"

"I'm afraid that another stunt from you will cause some damage that I REALLY don't want to fix."

Erlang was sure that Heard a well-hidden snarl from the monkey. He enarched his eyebrow, looking at him with an inch of doubt.

"I'm Sorry?"

"I could smell it... your scent that day... She was soaked in it."

"I tended to her for weeks. Is normal?"

"She told me you kissed her."

He didn't retract this time, preferring to avoid the angry eyes of the companion, while his first became White.

"...she told you?"

"She wanted to come clear to me, and so I am to you. Do not do anything that you would regret."

He chuckled, ignoring the desire of the monkey to just grab him and destroy him.

"It's a treat?"

"It is, if you'll go over the line. I want to protect her from what can hurt her, especially deities that can't keep their eyes on the ground? She already told me she loved me; she doesn't need confusion now."

Erlang couldn't hold a smile. He always loved some good challenges, but you weren't one. Or, at least, you were already being won.

Yuán Fèn stood up, readjusting his scarf and his neck.

"I won't tell you to stop your feelings; I can't do that. I just ask you to be concederate for your own well-being."

He reached his hand towards him, mimicking the gesture of handing over that small piece of silk. That monkey... he could be so cruel, even against a small and harmless tradition.

He gave it to the monkey, observing that stupid and small thing disappear in the monkey pocket. Before leaving to reach you and Nezha, the monkey stopped in his tracks. His eyes shining with a dark light, his teeth showing...

"I won't hesitate to destroy you to keep her with me...got it?"

The first thing that Erlang thought was that the Destined One and Sun Wukong looked so alike and so possessive.

When he keft, Erlang eyes kept in following him..and then you.

He now understands how It felt Houyi, something the man desired, yet he never reached.

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Succession Preference: Handmade Presents From S/O

Requested: Preference: How the Siblings react to their S.O giving them a handmade gift? (maybe a bouquet of flowers they thoughtfully picked out at a florist themselves, baked goods, a coffee/tea mug they decorated or a homemade meal?) i hope this sounds good!! ♡ - anon

A/N: This is so cute my love!!!! Thank you for requesting!!! I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor appreciates your home cooked meals to no end. He thanks you forever. It doesn't matter if it took hours or thirty minutes, Connor won't let you live it down. He brags to his siblings all the time about how thoughtful and caring and considerate you are. You try to shrug it off like it's nothing, but he won't have that. Seriously. The only time he ever got anything home cooked was when he was a little kid, maybe once a year if his mother made him eggs or a grilled cheese. You go above and beyond when you cook. You never mind, you love sharing it with him. He compliments everything, making you laugh. Food is how you show your love. Sometimes, when you have the time, you make extra and send it with him to give to his brothers and sister. They love it, too. It's like they've never eaten before. They're all full of compliments and it makes them like you even more, which doesn't hurt either.

Kendall loves when you bake anything, but especially when you bake something he loves. You've been doing this since you were dating, but now that you're married it's become a rare occurrence. With work and life you don't always have the time. When you do, you like to send him to the office with everyone's favorites. Logan's blueberry muffins, Gerri's lemon squares, Karl's cinnamon rolls. You make extras of Kendall's favorites so he can have them at home and at work, surprising him when he gets home and the Tupperware is empty. It makes him feel so loved, so appreciated. He's a menace in the kitchen, always wanting to taste the raw batter and lick the icing. When you do it, it means you really thought about him, what he likes, what makes him happy. Not many people have done that in his life. But you? You make time for him and his happiness and that is priceless. It reminds him that he is capable of being loved.

Shiv isn't sure what to say. It's perfect. A bouquet of all her favorite flowers and colors in a vase she didn't even know either of you owned. Next to it is a little card with her name wishing her a good day. It sits on her office desk, just waiting for her. No one had ever done anything like this for her. Not her family, not Tom. She wasn't even sure he knew any one of her favorite flowers, and yet you had them all. You didn't sign the card, but you didn't have to. Tears well up in her eyes, but she's quick to blink them away. It's beautiful. She doesn't want to touch it or move it out of fear that petals might fall off. Once word spreads that you got specialized flowers sent to the office, the jokes start flowing in. She doesn't care what anyone has to say about this, especially her father and brothers. She feels so loved and seen, the most she's ever felt in her life. When she gets home she talks lightly of it, thanking you, but you can see the smile she's trying to hide. This small act means the world to her.

Roman is shocked. He doesn't know what to say. You start to feel insecure, like this wasn't something he'd like let along love. Under the ribbon and wrapping paper is a handmade mug with the date you officially became a couple. It was a little misshapen, but other than that it was perfect. You'd picked out the perfect color palette, too. All his favorite colors. No one had ever done anything like this for him before. No one has ever thought about him so thoughtfully. Roman holds out his hands, careful, scared he's going to break it. He looks it over a few times and holds it close before realizing who he's supposed to be. This fucking thing, it's, it's- thank you. That's the last thing he says about it. You catch him using it almost every day, holding it with both hands, hand washing it. He truly loves it. So much. It's his most prized possession. He never says anything about it again, though you catch him going through every cupboard looking for it, mumbling to himself. It's right in front of you, Rome. He breathes a huge sigh of relief. If he lost it or broke it he's not sure what he'd do.

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She Changes The Weather - Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Timeskip! Kokonoi Haijime x Wife! Reader

She takes my time,

She grows the flowers in my mind,

She makes it shine in my mood.

Hajime vividly remembered the very first day when he met his beloved wife, Y/N at a Chinese restaurant he frequently goes to with his friends and fellow gang members where she was a hostess dressed in a beautiful qipao as her work uniform.

He fell in love with her at first sight after being greeted by her which left him bewitched by her soft beauty, kindness and professionalism at her job.

Once he was done with his meal and paid his bill, he went up to her to give her his business card telling her to give him a call sometime later as he looked forward to meeting with her again.

She makes me trip,

The words just fall out of my lips,

And I forgot how to lie.

They started to talk to each other frequently outside of work through phone calls, text messages and video calls.

He fell in love more and more with her as they were getting to know each other as time goes on.

One day, he decided to ask her out on a date to a fancy restaurant that she accepted which made him happy, knowing that he was going to spoil her on this date.

A song reminds me

As I track my life

It's easy as 369, 369

On this date, Hajime was dressed up in his most expensive designer suit and Y/N was dressed in her only nicest cocktail dress that she got as a birthday present from her family long ago.

Hajime was smitten by her appearance and acted like a true gentleman throughout the whole date when he let her order anything she wants from the menu, paid for their bill and took her home in his fancy car.

Once they reached her home, she thanked him for the wonderful date and bids farewell but she could leave, Hajime grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face him before leaning forward to kiss her on the lips which caught her by surprise but kissed him back.

He declared his feelings towards her with sincerity that made her blush uncontrollably because she never had anyone confess to her in such a bold manner.

Long story short, she accepted his confession and they became a couple as a result.

Seen it all, but I've seen nothing yet,

Cause I forget

Do I know or do I think I know?

It's so weird,

It's so clear

Throughout the whole relationship, Hajime spoiled Y/N with everything her heart desired, even though she appreciated it but she does have to tell him on occasion to let her pay for her things at times as she didn't want to be seen as a gold-digger who's after his money.

They end up living together at his luxury penthouse in Tokyo where she can commute to work more easily than her previous home which was an apartment.

He contemplates his future with Y/N because he feels blessed every single day to have her in his life because she's like the sun who could brighten up a bad day wherever she goes.

She takes my time, but I don't mind

She makes me feel like

Like I can see for miles.

He decided that he was going to propose to her because he couldn't see his life without her since he sees her as a priceless treasure worth more than precious jewels or designer goods in the world.

He gets an engagement ring with their initials engraved on it along with a beautiful diamond.

He proposed to Y/N during a vacation when they both got time off from their jobs to spend a week together because they had been very busy with work.

She changes the weather in my world,

Seems like it's never getting cold.

Their wedding took place at a luxury hotel where Hajime had Inui as his best man and his fellow friends/ gang members as his groomsmen.

He cried his eyes out from sheer happiness after seeing his beloved Y/N walking down the aisle with his father-in-law in a stunning wedding dress.

After the wedding, the newlyweds went on their honeymoon overseas where they spent every moment together basking in the fact that they're officially husband and wife for the rest of their lives.

It's okay,

It's not obvious,

Cause what you say will make my day

Rid of consequence

It's so weird

But it's so clear

After the honeymoon, life was back to normal for a couple of months until Y/N discover that she is pregnant after experiencing morning sickness and taking a pregnancy test in the bathroom.

She takes a selfie with the positive pregnancy test and sends it to Haijime on her phone with a cute message, expressing excitement about them becoming parents with a brand new family member joining them in 9 months.

Of course, he's over the moon about it and started looking up baby essentials and clothing because he couldn't contain himself over the news of becoming a father and starting a family with his wife by his side.

She takes my time, but I don't mind

She makes me feel like

Like I can see for miles.

She changes the weather in my world,

Seems like we're never getting old.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, Hajime would attend every doctor's appointment with Y/N regardless of his work schedule because he wants to be there to see the growth of their unborn child.

They discovered that they will be having a boy, and they would write a list of names for their son and find out by feeling a kick from him in the womb once they'd suggested the name, Ichiro.

Y/N is thankful to her husband for being so attentive, sweet and caring towards her and their unborn son, Ichiro because she feels so lucky to have him by her side.

She takes my time, but I don't mind

She makes me feel like

Like I can see for miles.

She changes the weather in my world,

Seems like it's never getting cold.

Baby Ichiro was finally born after Y/N went into labour for about 25 hours after her water broke on a weekday when she was out doing some shopping with her friends who managed to call an ambulance and Hajime.

He was there to witness the birth and got his hand crushed by it being held so tightly but didn't say anything because her well-being was much more important than his hand.

The new parents are ecstatic over the arrival of their son, Ichiro and couldn't wait to bring him home where everything is all set up for him to get settled.

Their friends and family are excited to meet the baby during their visit and they took turns holding him in their arms and taking photos to brag about his cuteness.

Hajime and Y/N look forward to creating memories with Ichiro and considering the idea of giving him a new brother or sister around a couple of years or so in the future.

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End of song fic. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

First fanfiction of the year so please enjoy. More fanfiction is coming this way for this year.

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character info sheet.

name.

stefan antonio salvatore.

name meaning.

stefan: crown. ( german ) antonio: priceless, flower. ( spanish or italian ) salvatore: savior. ( italian )

alias( ses ).

stef, hero hair, the ripper of monterey, the good brother.

one picture you like of your character.

couldn't decide between these two because they're my favorites ugh.

two headcanons you never told anyone.

one : after his mom died, stefan found a stray cat who would often sit on the salvatore estate porch that he'd fed, pet & keep company often. he never brought it inside because he knew giuseppe wouldn't approve. the cat was black & white & had a little pink nose. he named him snowball & had him up until he met katherine. two : when stefan moved to the united states after klaus ( @klaeus ) left in 1512, he decided to move to a more secluded town on the east coast, away from more people. at this point, he was trying to wean himself off of human blood but was still struggling. so, he decided to stay in a small cabin in a forest where he could easily find deer. whenever he did go into town, he wasn't there for long, only there to pick up other things he needed, including actual groceries so he could cook. a side headcanon for this one : he had an extremely thick italian accent. by this point, he was fluent in english but being new to the united states, his accent was thick for many years.

three things your character likes to do in their free time.

one : his favorite thing to do when he's got free time is read or journal ! two : cook, literally will cook you anything you want & he's good at it. three : he likes to work out, it helps the blood cravings.

two people your character loves.

damon : his brother unfortunately comes first to him always. no matter what damon does, who he hurts ( even if it's stefan ) he will always forgive him & always save him. he always comes back, even if they're not on speaking terms. stefan would literally die for his brother & he'd absolutely drop everything for him if he asked or needed it. damon is his big brother, the only family he has left & even though he's caused more pain than happiness in his life, he'd still put him above anyone.

elena : we all know how stefan feels about elena. she is one of the people he loves most in the world. besides damon, she's on the top of his list. his love for her runs so deep, he'd do anything to protect her. even when they aren't together, she's someone else he'd drop everything for & go to. he's loved a lot of people over the five hundred years he's been around but there's nobody he'll love as deeply as he loves elena. she is his soulmate, his other half & his heart. klaus & valerie are close seconds ( tied, in my opinion ) but it's still elena over anyone.

two things your character regrets.

one : tearing through villages upon villages, even ones with children when he first became a vampire. he has heavy guilt about that & has ever since he stopped drinking human blood. & he probably always will. sometimes he still has flashbacks or nightmares about what he did back when he was a newbie vampire.

two: not spending more time with lexi. while needing a savior & rock while he was weaning himself off human blood, he spent years upon years with her. but in vampire terms, it's never enough. once he got on track for the final time ( until the end of season one ) & stopped seeing her as often, he missed her. he knew she couldn't come around to him too often because she didn't have a daylight ring but he wished he would've visited her more often or at least called her more often. & then when she died, it was one of the worst & most painful moments of his life. she was his best friend & he hated that it got to the point where she only visited him on his birthday every year when he knew he probably could've went to her.

one phobia your character has.

deep water : after he spent three months drowning in the quarry over & over due to silas throwing him in it, he developed a fear of deep / open water. while he can't stay dead or actually die from drowning, it's still something that gives him major anxiety & ptsd. stefan immediately starts to feel a panic whenever he thinks about it. sometimes he spaces out & thinks he's back in the safe, he thinks there's water creeping up in his chest, no matter how much time has past. he also has frequent nightmares about what happened to him in the safe.

stolen from : @snnydcys <3 tagging : if you see this, you're tagged !

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Get to know the fic writer questions! 💖 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scenes would you hope to see?

How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

:D thank you for the ask! <3 some of this got WAY lengthier than i planned, though, my bad

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scenes would you hope to see?

I haven't posted this bit yet, but the scene that's probably nearest and dearest to my heart-- my Inquisitor, Annette Trevelyan, was besties with Lorette Callier, and three of the four Callier children called her godmother. She was very, very close with them. Revelations, thus, is the worst of the questlines for her.

And after judging Rainier, she retreats to her quarters and grieves. Cullen comes to find her and eventually it turns into Annette pulling out a box of mementos from the Callier family: stones collected from a riverbed, pressed flowers, a child's first attempt at writing a song for their favorite godmother.

And like... Annette is very much Of The Nobility. She worries over fashion, over keeping up appearances, she stresses over wearing the right mask and saying the right thing and she's all about Orlesian politics and she is often classist and haughty, and there's a reason for her to be That Way on top of just being raised a member of the nobility, and she gets a lot better over the course of the game.

And so you have this gilded, fancy noblewoman pulling out some rocks and flowers and saying, these are my most priceless possessions, when anyone would think she would value gems and gold and heirloom paintings and artisan crafts, showing them to the person she loves and saying these valueless things are what I care for most because someone I loved gave them to me.

And its a really rare glimpse underneath all the masks she clings to so tightly, this look into those she loves and those she grieves, and I have the CLEAREST mental image of cullen's hands helping her cradle some of those mementos as he sits with her and listens and i will finish this longfic if it kills me, just for that scene. and ill probably commission art of it myself at some point, too. Because they're an enemies to lovers ship, so its also someone she wrote off and snarled at now let in to help her protect what matters most.

How would you describe your style?

Character driven, world building driven, and emotional driven, and generally dialogue heavy. I want to see characters interacting with the world and the setting, and especially in DAI where i don't always feel we got to truly interact and sink our teeth into the setting with our inquisitors.

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Jokingly: my Inquisitor likes Orlais and Orlesian politics and that feels pretty stand-out, sometimes.

More seriously, I honestly have no idea. I don't *feel* like I have a particularly unique writing style. I tend to stick to third person, past tense. I probably overuse the term "rather". So I've got nothing, really, for this question.

[your-dxrling]

We're honestly quite similar! I also enjoy romantic things, maybe even too much ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙ but it can mean a lot to me. I also collect plushies, so there's no way I would bully you for that. And, I adore cats as well! I believe they're my favorite animal, among some others. I think I have more than a few cats in my plush collection!!! Drawing is wonderful, along with that I also read and engage in all kinds of art. I write, I paint, I sing, and if I could play an instrument I would </3

My ideal darling would be reverent, would see me as.. hm. How to say this without sounding conceited (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) as a higher being? Not because I think of myself as "better than," or anything like that, but because receiving unconditional adoration from a devoted darling would be the best thing. Along with that, I also want to be kept like a songbird, if that makes sense. A precious item. Think of it like this — putting a god in a cage, because you don't want anyone else to perceive such beauty

I'm also incredibly jealous, possessive, and the like. I can be intense, and I have some anger issues.. however, I'm nurturing, and I want to pamper my darling. I want to keep them from the world the same as they keep me

Another point of an ideal darling, though not necessarily something I require, would be their desire for me to "worship" them as well, in essence. Kneel before them, kiss their fingertips. Treat them like the most priceless painting in the world. They will be my muse, and I will be their god. They would be the only one who gets to bring me to my knees

Ahhh but I rambled so much! .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠. My apologies darling!!!

- 🌷

there's no such thing as liking romance too much, silly!! and you 'think' you have a few cats?? how many plushies do you have??? myself, i have 10 or so that the left side of my bed is devoted to hehe. awawawa, i'd love to see some of your work! your writing here is already lovely to read! and i wonder, what kinds of books do you read? feel free to give me recommendations; i have to read a few books for school.

i have..... quite an enjoyment for the god-favourite worshipper dynamic... i don't think you're conceited at all silly! i certainly get into that sort of reverent mindset when i'm in love. i think it's such a lovely, flattering concept! you're a god, and you've deigned me to be worthy of taking care of you? that's an honour!!! aa i'd love to keep you in a nice decadent birdcage with a bunch of pretty flowers!! i'd do my best to give you everything you could ever need! a beautiful god in a beautiful cage creating beautiful pieces of art <3

oh cutieee, i suppose i could be persuaded into being worshipped, if you convinced me i deserved it enough... okay wa that's actually i really nice idea. don't get me all flustered like this you meanie...

ramble moreeeee it's adorable!! i'm sorry for the wait again!! i struggle to reply quickly because i get really nervous to read + write these messages.. i'm scared i'll say something wrong and the next message will be a rejection... you're really sweet. tell me if i do anything wrong, okay??

[thesunshineriptide]

Hi! I noticed your requests were open and I was wondering if I could request a story where Epel turns into a toddler because of a stupid potion error and now Vil has to take care of him until the problem is solved?

Sorry for such a delay in this request but i was caught up trying to finish up some things to get ready for whumptober/halloween month, and I was also quite honestly a little stumped on what to write. I'm not super familiar with Pomefiore, even after chapter five, so while I know the dynamic of Vil and Epel as teens I still don't know too much about them. Anyway this is all to say that this request ended up coming out a little wonky but I did my best to make it the most satisfying I could

Crimson Gold

characters: Vil, Epel, mentions of other characters Cw// children, crying, biting, mentions of riddle yelling at a child, mostly fluff

Vil Schoenheit, housewarden of Pomefiore, celebrity, supermodel, actor, singer, dancer, was currently saddled with something not wholly unexpected, but not really his favorite thing to deal with in the world

After a potion went wrong in the freshman class, Epel was reduced to a very whiny, somewhat snotty toddler.

Epel was admittedly very cute, but he was significantly less cute when he was screaming, throwing throw pillows, arguing about how they're called throw pillows, that means you should throw them, getting punished and told to sit in the corner, then promptly arguing about that and leaving the corner, and just.

Vil is exhausted. Beyond his normal exhaustion and he thinks he might be developing a wrinkle and its stressing him out, Crewel you need to work faster

He desperately wants to pass off this snotball onto Rook, but Rook is apparently busy and he doesn't trust anyone else with Epel, so, here he is, with a toddler on a leash tether, walking around campus while nursing a trenta sized cup of coffee. Black.

The looks that he gets from other students are kind of priceless, really, and he would be laughing if Epel wasn't trying to pick a flower on a wednesday in front of Riddle Rosehearts.

He fails to stop him. He also fails to mitigate the argument between a literal toddler and a figurative toddler

Epel nearly gets collared from all the screaming and Vil almost lets him before he remembers that, yes, Epel is Epel, but Epel is also an actual child right now, so maybe not the giant magic stocks for the baby

Eventually he gets Epel to settle down though, and sit while he carves him an apple. Epel is generally speaking much better at making fun shapes out of fruit, but Vil's slightly wonky apple swan will have to do for now.

Epel is thoroughly delighted by this, anyway, and he actually mellows out after eating. Who knew all you needed to do to get a child to behave is apply fruit? Not Vil, but he also never had to deal with misbehaving children

He's beginning to understand why Crewel made him take Epel though. Dog mama cant take a disobedient pup

Epel almost gets kidnapped by the other dorms though.

Leona shows up looking for Epel for spelldrive practice, and as much as he says he doesn't like kids, he's basically Epel's extra dad now and was very much ready to take him off Vil's hands, to which Vil said no because maybe don't take toddler to spelldrive??

Diasomnia (Lilia) also tried to come steal Epel because Human Child On Premises? Dibs. Vil, again, does not hand over Epel.

The third dorm to show up is Octavinelle, and it's actually because Jade came to consult Vil about potionology and Azul just sort of happened to be there. Vil chatted with Jade for a bit while Azul entertained the child (holy shit, someone who can deal with Epel's biting? He isnt even flinching, what is Azul made of-) however Vil packs up Epel fast when Floyd noticed them and practically ran from them. Floyd chased but eventually he lost them and gave up

Kalim also tried to steal Epel by inviting them over to throw a party. Vil just politely said no and left. Unfortunately, Epel escaped his tether and ran off. Jamil brought him back though not to worry

Dinner eventually came around and Vil had never felt more relieved. He just had to make it through the rest of tonight, and then in the morning the counterpotion would be ready and Epel would go back to his normal level of being troublesome.

"Alright, into bed you go." Vil said tiredly, placing down the sleepy toddler. “In the morning, everything will be right again.” Epel’s thumb found it’s way into his mouth, to which Vil immediately tried to get him to stop. This resulted in an ear splitting screech and Vil giving up. “If you insist, little Spudling. Now, do you need anything before bed?”

“Story!” Epel cried, kicking his little legs around, “Please.” He added.

Vil sighed and let out a little laugh before settling down on the bed beside little Epel, “A story, was it? Alright, I suppose I have one for you.”

“Once upon a time, long long ago, lived a very beautiful queen, who everyone praised for her leadership. She was thoughtful to others, including raising the kings daughter of a previous wife as her own. She was beloved by everyone, including animals, and worked tirelessly to be her best self.”

Epel yawned and his eyes began to droop. He snuggled in close next to Vil, gripping to his arm to keep him from leaving. Vil smiled softly, petting his hair gently.

“The fairest queen wasn’t always that way, though. Once, she was common folk. She rode horses and dented to plants and made her own bread every morning. She was wild and free. Do you know how she became queen?”

Epel shook his head a little, though it was more of a nuzzle. Vil laughed and quieted his voice slightly, “Well, once day, while she was out for a horse ride, she saved the kings daughter. The king was so overwhelmed with relief that he proposed in an instant.”

“Ew.” Epel mumbled, “Not mushy stuff.”

“Yes mushy stuff.” Vil said, “Mushy stuff is good. It made her unlock her full potential, and she became one of the great seven.”

Epel managed to finally fall asleep, and Vil let out a sigh of relief. He gently pet the toddler’s soft pink hair, thinking about the events of the day. Maybe…this was good. For them. If Epel remembered it. The biting though….Pomefiore has a lot of apology letters to send out.

[glazelilyy]

Helloooo! Congratulations on reaching 1k! 💖💞💕💗💘🥳🎉 If it’s alright, could I get a goodbye letter + scaramouche with a childhood friend turned lover reader and he’s writing goodbye because he’s going to be leaving inazuma?

𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing - scaramouche x gender neutral reader

prompt - goodbye letter

warning - none

a/n - beep beep i love everything about this HAHA (also this doesn't follow canon lore in case you're up to date with the recent inazuman archon quest and info about scara hehe)

when you open up the letter, a few sakura flowers fall out of the envelope...

(y/n),

i know you're making that stupid sad face; the one where your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows practically meld together, it makes you look like a frustrated puppy. stop making that face, you'll get wrinkles by the time i return.

i don't usually write letters; they're stupid and a waste of time, but i know you're not going to stop sniveling and crying if i don't leave you behind something while i'm gone, so here it is.

i've been summoned by the tsaritsa's army to join their ranks, but don't expect me to stay some lowlife ranking soldier. i'll come back an army general, mark my word. that's something for you to brag about to your little friends, isn't it?

i gotta admit, the timing on this is absolutely terrible. i have no idea how you've managed to withstand me for so long, most give up in the first few days and yet here you stand having been graced with my presence for years. you were kind of an ugly kid, but you're lucky you're cute now.

i remember once when we were children, you bawled your eyes out because i went away for a week to a boy's school. the look on your face was priceless: you looked like a snot fountain. the only thing that managed to shut you up was a sakura i grabbed and shoved into your pocket. though now we're..."seeing each other" was the phrase, i hope that what i did as a sniveling brat still works. when you see these flowers, think of me. i don't say it as much as i think it, but you are my world and there is no other place i'd want to return to, even if it means you get tears all over my shirt.

fate is truly unkind to me, don't you agree? i finally get you to fall in love with me and i can't even stick around to enjoy the show. i'm only kidding; i'm not an honest man but i will speak only this single truth: you're the best goddamn thing to ever happen to me. and know that i will come home to you, always. you can't get rid of me so easily after all.

stay safe, my beloved menace.

yours,

scaramouche

[arcstral]

"Sire..."

She should be going with him. Whatever faraway place they're sending him to (as if she doesn't already know, as if she hasn't turned every detail over in her mind time and again), Katarina should be going with him. It is not a matter of hiding from unspoken fears in the shadows of his kindness, nor even a matter of oaths sworn from a knight to a king; no, it is simply that she is his knight. His dagger. She belongs at his side, at his back, to cut through shadows in the dark.

But here she stays, at Garreg Mach, watching and waiting, waiting and watching, as her liege journeys into danger once again.

He has earned his peace already-- earned it a thousand times over, yet he walks forward now for a banner not his own, because that is who he is. Katarina curses the way words stick to her tongue like honey, sweet sentiments held too close for any ear to catch; though her heart has affection for him enough to make wishes of every flower in well-loved, well-guided Archanea for his safe return, to speak it is another thing. It is... difficult, to convey such a spectrum of worry in the small time she allows herself to beg of him.

So she bows, and when she rises, she holds his gaze. Lets her lips quirk, and the phantom smile touch her gaze.

"...I will be here when you return."

               The Hero-King knew only well. How Katarina had not learned to become the perfect, loveless puppet that Eremiyah so wanted. She looked upon him and her gaze alone spoke of such clear affections, her abundant love for the living and their king-of-kings among them. Rather than a harbinger of her lady’s death, Katarina was a failed assassin in every way, but to Marth she was beautiful for the fact. Beautiful for her single word, sire, colored by such emotion she’d doubtless linger on the inequity of her situation long after Marth had departed for his bastion to the south. So kind and selfless a soul she was, that with Eremiyah she had never belonged.

              He could even sense the edge of her question: why must he march whilst far removed from the protection of his dagger? Could hear it already. That Katarina stay mounted upon the ramparts of the monastery until her king faded from view... Did this not err on the side of his wishes? Her heart and his? But this was not injustice, he wished to say; although Marth welcomed her place at his side, right now he’d want no more than the assurance of her safety. A church roof over his dame’s head, a warm bed as her comfort, rather than the pains and squalor of Fòdlan’s foreign highways. And surely, she understood why.

             That dreaded forest beyond the monastery and its ordeals had not lost its intensity. Still its fingers twisted around her lord in a haunting vice. Still he remembered the many ways in which he could not protect Katarina or go to her when she needed him most. It was a selfish wish, most certainly, he was under no illusion otherwise; to relish in the knowledge of so talented a knight holding the fort rather than embarking on the road as she had long trained and prepared, but he had not the will to apologize for his silent offenses. Katarina would not, could not, suffer that wicked fate again.

             “  I am blessed by loyal knights with more virtues than I could put to words. Priceless friends that I’d not trade for any lucre in the world. Neither you nor the deities could ever allow me to forget that. Thank you, Katarina,  “   Marth smiled back, fastening the last straps of his sword-garter. A clink of his belt, a whisper of rustling cloth, each movement slow and measured. He decided upon his parting words to her, then.   “  I won’t be long. In the meanwhile, gain your rest from the call of duty, and know it to be well-deserved. That is my only order to you.  “   An echo of the judgement he’d once extended to this knight at her lowest, this one was accompanied by the friendly stroke of his thumb against her cheek.

     (  and because her lord was not ever one for the words, good-bye, farewell, he said them none.  )

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XCV

It was a love story from the very beginning.

And You Are Not Here... (Part. III)

(13x04)

Hello my friends! This is another meta from season 13. We are still mourning with Dean...

I'm gonna focus in just one episode, because I have a lot of things to say about this one. Obviously, the majority of the things have been already analyzed by the meta community.

But, let's see what we find...

Move on

Remember how the last episode ended, with Dean blowing out his feelings and pain to his brother, so, this episode starts with Sam trying to talk with his brother about that. And by that I mean: Cas.

SAM: Hey. How you feelin’?

[DEAN is working on his laptop. He looks up at SAM, but doesn’t reply.]

Sam understands now that fact he had always suspect, what really means to Dean losing Castiel. But Dean sees it coming and doesn't answer, because he knows he let his pain and mourn talking by themselves, and now he wants to come back to hide behind his walls. But Sam won't let that goes so easy. Another heated discussion about Jack brings the topic back.

SAM: Dean, we can’t hide him forever. And, you know, just keeping him cooped up here isn’t working.

DEAN: Yeah, it is, actually. You wanna know why? Because as long as he’s here, he’s not out there doing God knows what. So what, does this mean that your plan for bringing Mom back isn’t working? ‘Cause I’ll say it again—Mom’s dead, Sam. Lucifer ripped out her freakin’ heart. Now, the sooner you can wrap your head around that, the sooner we can all move on.

(Gif set credit @demondetoxmanual )

Look at this, Sam takes Dean's words and immediately repeats the ask but with another different meaning, aeaning his brother gets immediately. Sam tilts his head, and his eyes are searching for the answer in Dean's face, because he knows he won't have the answer in words from him.

These exchange of gazes is so so important, because Dean is saying "Are you really asking me if I can move on... From CAS?" Because is obvious Sam was implying that, for Dean, losing Cas was more painful and unbearable than losing Mary. "You want to move on, from mom?"

The pause, the coma, is pointing Sam is referring Castiel, not mom. Is not mom the one you want to move on, right?

Dean's silence is priceless, both men talks without talking, and both know what they're talking about. Of course Dean can't move on from Castiel. And Sam knows it. Because he experienced the same with Jess.

And Dean changing the subject after that is saying HE WON'T TALK ABOUT IT.

Lies and Toxicity

We have a beautiful scene between Jack and Sam, in which Jack snaps all the bad things he heard last night. But Sam explains to him, they need his help to bring Mary back, and Jack can connect again with S through the pain of losing their moms. And he gives the kid a tip to conquer Dean's sympathy.

SAM: (...) Listen, if there’s one thing that Dean respects, it’s effort. So come along. Help us out. Let’s go be the good guys.

So we'll see the kid really giving everything in this mission.

Another quote that caught my attention was Jack saying this:

JACK: I thought lying was wrong.

Just came to my mind episode 14x19, when Jack is sick of so much lies and turn the world into 'just truth's real madness!

And another foreshadow in the same episode we will have Cas coming back, they're talking about this ...

DEAN: (...) why’d she come back from the dead and knife his ass?

JACK: People come back?

SAM: When a person dies and their soul can’t move on…

Talking about this in this specific episode has a meaning: the wife, the woman that man loved coming back from the death, is a reflection of Castiel coming back at the end of this episode. Souls that can't move on, is talking about Dean and Castiel's decease.

Another thing that is pointed in this episode is Sam seeing the bad things of John Winchester in his brother.

Castiel in the Empty

As the preamble to Castiel in the Empty, we had this dialogue here...

JACK: My mother… could she be a ghost?

SAM: No, we, um… we burned the body.

DEAN: That’s right, and what gets burned… stays dead.

Dean is saying this to himself because they burnt Cas' body too, but this scene is cut and we jump into the next one: Castiel walking around the Empty.

Then, again, Dean goes with this quote here...

DEAN: So, aside from getting dead, what do Gloria and Wes have in common?

And the scene cuts to Castiel again, emphasis in loved people that was dead, and now comes back from it.

Another interesting scene is Dean finding Gloria's diary of mourning.

SAM: More of the same. Um, he really was into the whole catharsis thing.

DEAN: Yeah, sure. Who wouldn’t be? I mean, it’s like another word for “happy ending”.

Dean shows here he knows exactly what that is, and how you can feel when you lose the love of your life. The "happy ending" is a reference of a suicidal thoughts as another way out from the pain. And as we will see in the next episode, was a way out Dean was considering for himself. Also, the journal was made by John after Mary died, and was made by this widow, after his wife died. Is important because in the interview with MIA (the ship shifter therapist) she will ask Dean if he has a diary.

Sam talks about catharsis, as an important way to process the pain, and he really tried to make his brother to do that at the beginning of the episode. Failing.

MIA: Mm. Most of the people I see are in the same boat. No warning, no goodbye, no closure.

These words play an important role for Sam, Jack and Dean, in loosing their mothers and loosing Castiel.

They exchanged heated words again in front of Mia, Sam accusing Dean because he is not carrying well with the deaths, and we'll have again an indirect question, with second meaning. Sam will be talking about Castiel again. But then, and just like Dean did at the end of the previous episode, Sam will have his blow out about losing Mary. Is a blatant comparison between Romantic Love (CAS/Dean) and Family Love (Sam/Mary).

Sam leaves, and Mia points at Dean. Dean drinks from his flask. He was doing that and eating a lot, as he always does when he loses Cas.

MIA: (...) You’re angry, Dean.

DEAN: And?

MIA: And if you don’t want to do anything about it, that’s your business. But you’re aiming it at everyone in your life.

Dean will take these words and do something about it, at the end of the episode. But, I want to talk a little about visual Narrative here, because while Mia was talking with Dean, there was a picture behind her, with BLUE/GREEN AND RED COLORS (Destiel).

The scene between CAS talking with the empty that had taken his shape is intertwined with the shape shifter that took Dean's shape. This is very meaningful bc both creatures decided to take the protagonists of this love story shapes.

So, the Empty explains where Castiel is, and also, is baffled by the angel that woke him up. Is the first time someone wakes up in the Empty, and the entity is really mad at it.

But Castiel doesn't know why he woke up, so, he went with the first idea: Maybe the Winchesters did some deal or spell. But they didn't.

The Empty represents all the darkness inside of Castiel: his doubts, his depression, his fears, his weakness. So, the only way to keep him there SLEEPING (as the image of depression) is to point at the lack of faith in coming back, or in feeling himself loved or needed.

The following dialogue shows us how smart is our angel.

CASTIEL: Having me awake causes you pain.

COSMIC ENTITY: If you can’t sleep, I can’t sleep. Yeah? And I like sleep. I need sleep.

CASTIEL: Then get rid of me.

COSMIC ENTITY: Oh, should I, should I?

CASTIEL: Send me back to Earth.

Castiel immediately detect the point of it, and tries to give a resolution for both of them.

COSMIC ENTITY: Or I throw you so deep into the Empty that you can’t bother me anymore, hmm?

CASTIEL: Except you know that won’t work, or you would’ve done it already.

COSMIC ENTITY: Pretty smart. Pretty smart, dummy.

CASTIEL: Send… Me… Back.

The first conclusion CAS arrives is by his side. The only way the Empty can get some peace is sending him back to Earth. What Cas doesn't know is, the empty won't come back to sleep, ever again after this.

COSMIC ENTITY: That’s not part of the deal. No, no. Besides, you don’t want to go back.

CASTIEL: Yes, I do. Sam and Dean need me.

COSMIC ENTITY: Oh, save it.

When the Empty says SAVE IT, is because he knows the excuse is making CAS to come back, is not the real one he has in his heart. Oh, save it is not because of that, is because ONE MAN NAMED DEAN WINCHESTER.

Because immediately after this, the Empty mocks him about it...

(Gif set credit @petercapaldi )

Look at Castiel's face when the Empty refers to his feelings as TULIPS, because the tulips represents the perfect lover, passion and romanticism. The tulip is a symbol of sincere love. It is an incredibly romantic flower that when giving it you express infatuation, passion, unconditional love, pure love.

So, the Empty is saying here: save it, you are in love, you want to come back because you are in love.

To the Empty, is very disgusting, aberrant, and it annoys him. He qualifies it as "little feelings"

Because he's trying to erase the hopes in Castiel. So, he shows him he knows everything about him, and if he didn't understand at first with the tulips reference, he makes it clear now I KNOW WHO YOU LOVE.

And seeding again the depression, because he needs CAS sleeping or defeated, he continues...

Unrequited Love. The Empty exposes right in front of Cas' eyes the fear of being unrequited. With this, he is trying to show him WHY WOULD YOU COME BACK IF DEAN DOESN'T LOVE YOU BACK? He needs to cut any hopes in the angel.

And after this, he shows CAS l his mistakes, and fears, and regrets, and guilts. All the bad things, all his darkness, to put him back to sleep.

But then, Castiel gets it, he is already saved. And with more energy and hopes inside his heart, he faces the empty again:

CASTIEL You can prance and you can preen and you can scream and yell and remind me of my failings but somehow, I’m awake. And I will stay awake and I will keep you awake until we both go insane. I will fight you. Fight you and fight you for…ever. For eternity.

COSMIC ENTITY No. No.

CASTIEL Release me. Release… me.

Symbolism again! Castiel asking his own darkness and depression, and regrets to release him in that moment, he release himself from all of that and he returns stronger than never.

Lack of Faith

Back to Dean, Jack and Sam with the shape-shifters we can see another interesting visual element, next to Dean: Sunflower.

The sunflower is the symbol of the Sun and symbolizes love and admiration. But also happiness, vitality, positivity and energy. ... For some religions it is a symbol of the one who permanently seeks God, the divine, since the star king symbolizes God.

This could be linked to what Dean means to Cas, but I think is mostly what Cas means to Dean.

But jumping into the dialogues and the symbolism and parallel of having two Deans as we had two Cas, there's a little clue for a foreshadow...

Look at this, the scene is pretty blatant, we have Buddy, Mia's ex, obssesed with her, jealouse of her life, intertwined with the dialogue between Dean and Jack, showing how important Jack is.

So, Buddy is the Empty, Mia is Castiel. And the most important thing in there, is Jack... These are the ingredients and this is the dialogue...

BUDDY: I never stopped looking for you.

JACK: I can’t.

BUDDY: And when I found this place, when I saw all that…

DEAN: Yes, you can.

BUDDY: …warm, fuzzy good you were doing. I couldn’t let you have that.

Buddy is the Empty saying to Mia, CAS, that he will search for him in a future, and he will see his happiness, one of the most important persons to CAS is JACK, that's why the dialogues are mixed here.

DEAN: Sammy believes in you, and when he believes, he’ll go Hell for leather…

BUDDY:

So I took it all away, and it was fun.

DEAN …but you gotta try.

Again, the Empty mirror talking about taking all away from Mia, Castiel's mirror, and we have Dean talking to Jack. This is the foreshadow of 14x08, when the Empty will come for Jack in Heaven.

MIA You’re… you’re a…

BUDDY: What? A monster? Well, so are you. And it’s about time you embraced that. So I’m not gonna kill those boys. You are. You end them, or you die, courtesy of Tweedledee’s silver bullets. So what’s it gonna be, princess?

MIA: Shoot me. Shoot me!

And now we have Castiel's mirror giving her life in exchange for Dean and Jack. Just like CAS will do with his deal with the Empty in 14x08 and his ultimate Sacrifice in 15x18.

Now, the last scene. Sam is ready to move on from having faith but Dean will take the advice that Mia gave him. But in this attempt of stopping Sam from being like him, he will show again one of his deepest feelings...

(Gif set credit @aborddelimpala)

Dean had lost faith, hopes, because he lost Castiel. And Castiel represented all of that to him.

Sam is worried, and Dean just realized he said it. He had just showed his brother part of his depressive thoughts. And the sadness in his face is all over.

Miscellaneous: The address in Mia's office door was 219, this is a very interesting visual element, is a reference to episode 2x19, "Folsom Prison Blues", in which Sam and Dean were two prisoners, trying to show their innocence. Finally breaking free. As a foreshadow of the emotional prison we will see in Dean's possesion in episode 14x09.

To Conclude:

This episode is full of symbolism and is centered on Castiel and his storyline with the Empty.

The episode shows us too the pain carried by Dean, Jack and Sam in loosing the people they love and how each one of them walks through it in different ways.

Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!

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Vol. XCIII, XCIV.

Buenos Aires, January 3rd 2021 6:46 PM

[phoenix-manga]

What NRC does in the School Festival [Part 2]

Savanaclaw

Leona won't be around for the music and idol performances. He's much more interested in the obstacle course and anything that requires strength. There are some students of DCA who spar with anyone in the gymnasium. He respects women but he is eager to see how strong the students are. They're good sports and recognize strength. He finds quite a few who he might consider a rival for a short while.

Ruggie is out and about buying almost everything from the booth. He may get sweets but he won't buy a lot because it'll hurt his throat (then poor baby can't eat no more). He goes to the one dorm where he heard from the students that there was this 'Gumbo' that was to die for. You bet he'll head straight towards there and enjoy the feast.

Jack is following Leona around so he too gets a chance to spar with the students. He gets all buddy buddy with them right away. The students become smitten with him because his tail starts to wag and his enthusiasm makes him look adorable.

Scarabia

Kalim is dragging Jamil along to see the cultural dance performance and the tea party at the Futterwacken dorm. He's mesmerized with how the students perfectly reflect the dance. He was even tempted to join when he recognized his hometown's cultural dance (at some point he did and he had a short crush on his dance partner for a while). At the tea party, there were floating teapots and singing flowers that made him feel giddy and wonders if he could try and use magic to make a floating teapots party back at Scarabia. Jamil advises against it cause he might end up breaking priceless antique.

Jamil, as soon as Kalim was done with dragging him around. He wanted to see the history exhibition. He's interested in the historical tales of the DCA and it's fables princesses. He did join a dance competition and he won first place when the results were announced. He did catch some eyes with his dance movement, his partner was dazzled by his grace and precision as well.

Ignihyde

Idia feels like he'll clam up, he just wants to find somewhere quiet and away from the crowd. Luckily though, there's the library and it happens to be displaying the various stories, poems and even manga done by the students. He immediately sprints there with no care in the world and dives in to keep himself busy. The manga catches his eye and he gets so invested in most of them that he opted to buy one of each that was available that day. If he ever had the courage he'd probably go to the book signing.

Ortho is by his brother trying to get him to enjoy the festivities. He tries out the games to win stuffed animals. Always has an accurate aim so he just needs to find that one perfect plushie to get for his room and maybe his brother's.

Diasomnia

Malleus was thankful this was the only event that he wasn't excluded from because if he was forgotten again, he'd tear the college to the ground. He just goes along with Lilia to try out different sweets. Lilia finds it amusing to hand him fairy themed sweets. Despite the terrifying expression on his face, he thinks the pastel icing and candy wings looked cute and would maybe ask someone to try and replicate it for him. If he were to go somewhere it would be the art museum. Something about seeing the students making pottery, painting and even sculpting beautiful pieces of art makes him admire the human's ability to make something entirely new. He goes home with a glass piece shaped like a spindle (he was the one who made the request)

Lilia just lurks about eating sweets that catch his eye. He would sometimes disappear to go check on the tour on the Royal nine. Something about those princesses makes him give off this nostalgic expression on his face.

Silver and Sebek follow Malleus around because they are interested in the same things as him. Sebek is particularly fond of the history exhibition, the rich information on the academy's history satisfies his curiosity. Silver finds the art exhibit soothing, the busy atmosphere companies with the sounds of busy students feel like asmr to him. He ends up requesting for a mug with a beautiful thorned rose painted on it.

Note: that's all seven dorms I think.... It was hard to make Headcanons when I barley know their real personality but I try my best.

[twoprettyboys]

"thank you, pretty boy."

Written for @harringroveweekoflove 's prompt "Magic AU". I also posted this to the collection on AO3.

It's still february 11th were I live, so it still counts as "on time" am I right? Anyway, this was supposed to have like 500 words and then it kinda escalated so now we're at 1.4k words again... Enjoy!

Billy opens his eyes and sees- snow? No. The white stuff in the air definitely isn't snow, it looks more like.. ash? But why would ash float in the air?

Where the hell is he?

Billy scrambles to his feet and realizes he's in his bedroom. Only it's not his bedroom. It looks like it, but it's all dark and overgrown with vines that look like they're alive.

The boy takes a step towards his window, wanting to open it and climb out onto the lawn, but then he sees something move out there and freezes. The thing didn't seem to notice him, though, and leaves, so he slowly lets out the breath he's been holding. When whatever the thing is passes his window - a little too close for his liking - he can see that its mouth is shaped like a flower and full of rows upon rows of teeth. What the hell..?

Billy thinks for a few minutes, until he hears an ungodly screech from somewhere outside. He startles and decides he should get moving, even if he doesn't know what way to take.

Right now, he actually only knows two things.

One: somehow, he's very much alive.

Two: he has to get back to Hawkins before that thing - whatever it was - gets to him.

The only problem? He has no clue how he's supposed to go back.

❀

Billy's in the woods. He doesn't even know why, just knows that he's felt some sort of pull towards the darkness between all the trees. He's looking for a sign of some sort that could help him find his way back to the normal world.

He tries to stay alert and awake, so he doesn't run into one of the monsters again, but it's getting increasingly harder the longer he walks. He’s tired and just constantly yawning at this point.

It's probably night by now, judging by the almost complete absence of light shining through the trees. Billy's about to sit down next to one of the bigger trees when he hears another screech, much closer this time. And a second one just moments after the first.

He swears under his breath and slowly starts making his way away from the monsters. It works, pretty well actually. Until he steps on a twig and it breaks under his weight. He flinches and looks in the direction he just came from - just to see one of the monsters stare in his direction.

He also sees something else, though: One of the trees next to him seems to glow from the inside out. It's a soft, red glow and it looks like a portal of some sort.

Wait, a portal..?

Billy makes a decision in a split second.

Right when the monster starts to make its way towards him, Billy sprints over to the tree and reaches it just in time. He has no idea what's going to happen to him, but he doesn't want to die either so he dives right into the red glow.

He can feel a burning sensation somewhere on his upper body and doesn't realize what it is until he's out of the monster's reach. He forms a last thought of: "Fuck, it got me," before he hits the ground on the other side of the portal and everything fades to black.

❀

Will and Mike are out in the forest, on their way to Castle Byers. They have stuff to talk about, and they don’t want anyone to hear it. The boys are walking along the way they’ve known since they were kids, until Mike abruptly stops and gestures for Will to do the same.

He points to something in the shadow of a big tree.

Will can’t see what Mike’s pointing at, so he gets closer and- "Oh fuck."

"What is it," Mike asks from the path - he’s too scared to come closer.

"Billy Hargrove."

The look on Mike’s face is priceless. Will doesn’t laugh though. Instead, he suggests that they should get the walkie talkie and contact the others. And Steve. He’ll know what to do.

❀

The rest of the party arrives at the location about fifteen minutes later. They’re all in various states of disbelief, especially Max and Steve.

Steve’s driven crazy fast. He’s.. happy, in a way. But also in shock, because he saw Billy die at Starcourt not even two weeks ago. Also, if the guy’s alive, who exactly died at the mall then? Steve doesn’t want to think about that right now.

And he can’t, either. Because he’s just reached a spot from where he can see Billy’s body and he looks- well, bad. Steve immediately starts worrying. Billy's hurt, he's unconscious and there's blood. Not much, but it's there. From where he’s standing, Steve can’t tell if it’s fresh or not… And he also just really wants to touch Billy.

To make sure he’s real.

So Steve rushes up to the Californian bad boy. He sits down on the cold, wet ground next to Billy and pulls him into his lap so he’s basically hugging the younger boy. His hand brushes Billy's side and when he pulls it back, it’s bloody. Steve cringes at the sight of it and suddenly realizes how shallow Billy’s breathing is.

The kids notice the whole thing and almost immediately start arguing about what to do. Steve catches fractions of the conversation - like: "I don’t think we should leave them alone, Billy’s hurt..", and "Well, he threatened to kill us!"

Steve's still holding the other boy close and he feels kind of useless, but he knows he has to do something. He can't let Billy die, after all. Not now, when he just got him back.

So he carefully pushes up Billy's shirt to see the wound. And sure enough it's what the Mind Flayer did to him- no wait, his clone, apparently - in the mall. It looks like it was closed but it’s ripped open again and.. Bigger? And it's bleeding again.

So Steve tries to stop the bleeding by pressing his hand on it, and suddenly there's some kind of glow? It's coming from his hand, his palm to be exact.. Steve gets confused as hell and just jerks his hand away.

What the fuck?

The kids notice that as well, because of course they do. They wanna know what's going on. So Steve explains it to them. And they simply tell him to do it again. But Steve’s not sure what that’s gonna do to Billy, so he refuses. Because, what the hell?

But then Max starts talking. "I’ve seen this before, Steve. I just have one question." She seems serious so Steve nods, and Max continues. "Do you know if there’s a witch in your family, Steve?"

He has to think about this for a moment. And surprisingly, there is one. Apparently.

"Well, my dad used to call my grandma a witch but I thought he was just being mean… Apparently he wasn’t, though." Steve takes a deep breath. "Okay. What do you think?" When Max hears his answer, she looks relieved and smiles at him for a second.

"I think you have powers. Healing powers, to be exact."

At first Steve looks at her like she's crazy. But when Max tells him to put his hand back over the wound on Billy’s body, he does. Hesitantly at first, but then he presses down firmly. The glow re-appears and Steve's hand starts to feel warm. This time, he’s prepared and doesn’t flinch. He keeps his hand on the cut until the glow fades and his hand has a normal temperature again.

When he takes the hand away the cut isn't bleeding anymore, and Billy's breathing doesn’t sound so shallow anymore. It sounds like he's about to wake up, actually. Which he does only seconds later. Max and the rest of the party take a few steps back to give the two boys at least some sort of privacy.

Steve smiles warmly at the other boy when Billy finally opens his eyes, all confused. He looks around with the most adorable look on his face (at least that’s what Steve thinks). "What happened?" Steve tells him. He also mentions that he healed the cut and starts talking about how worried he was and what seeing Billy like that made him feel and-.

Billy cuts him off. "God, Steve, I- Can I kiss you?" Steve can only nod at that- Who is he to say no to an opportunity like this..? "But the kids are here..."

Billy glances around then and sees the party. But instead of stopping, he kinda shrugs and just.. pulls Steve into a sweet kiss. When they separate again he smiles at the brunette and Steve feels like he’s in heaven. He almost doesn’t hear Billy’s whisper.

"Thank you, pretty boy."

[movetothesuburbs]

@magneticghouls first of all... My ask box was apparently turned off so it's good to know I'm an idiot. Secondly thank you for asking

Season 1: Charlie Has Cancer. I love this so from the depths of my heart. The concept of it was like that first idea rcg had for the show. Nothing will ever be as relatable to me as Dennis trying to get out of that conversation as soon as possible. "You can talk to me any time" ... "Oh you meant now?" Fucking incredible.

Season 2: The Gang Exploits a Miracle. I'm gonna be honest s2 is my least fave season. The episodes are all pretty good. They just don't grip me as much. They are bastards to the best degree in this episode though. I've never been Catholic but I'm obsessed with the rituals and imagery. "Am I gay for God?" (Real talk I made a dream daddy meme to that) I love Charlie in all white and Mac in all black.

Season 3: The Gang Gets Whacked. Everything about this 2 parter is funny to me. (Except when I get sad abt Dennis) But! Pussy Hands. Peter Nincompoop. Jackie said she counted that Mac and Frank slap Dennis 13 times in a row and I love that. I think cocaine is funny. I think ruining Crucket's life further is funny. I think watching this ep after binging 5 episodes of the Sopranos is extra funny.

Season 4: It was very nearly Mac's Banging the Waitress but I am a sucker for a musical and a basic bitch so you know it's The Nightman Cometh. It was one of the first eps I ever saw. My best friend showed it to me then immediately showed me a live recording. I get Dayman stuck in my head often. I love Charlie. Also "I'm eating because I'm uncomfortable" Cat eyes Mac makes heart eyes Jack.

Season 5: Mac and Dennis Break Up. This was the first episode I ever saw. My bff was like "watch this they're gay" and by God were they. I think about the line "Far be it from me to keep the flower of you from flourishing" every goddamn day.

Season 6: Who Got Dee Pregnant? Admittedly I'm very soft for Dee Gives Birth, but I'm hella gay for Jimmi Simpson and Halloween. Also I love the reactions to if Mac had been the one. I am a sucker for characters telling conflicting accounts of the same event. I think Dennis looked hot as Luigi and think he could have worked that without a Mario just fine, he just wanted a couples costume with Mac. I will not encourage incest shippers, but Dennis thinking he might have gotten Dee pregnant is the funniest gd thing.

Season 7: The High School Reunion. I love far Mac with all my heart and if I saw that man at a high school reunion I do not care what rep he had in high school I would be on that. Also irl I had a crush on the high school drug dealer so what are standards? I love Dee immediately jumping on being the nastiest meanest bitch ever. I love the dance at the end. I think Tim and Dennis made out in high school. I'm gay for Jason Sudeikis so seeing Schmitty show up was beautiful. Cricket..... Was there. My only regret is that I already knew Mac's legal name is Ronald McDonald so I did not get to experience that reveal as a fresh concept.

Season 8: The Gang Dines Out. Did you ever know that you're my hero? I love endings where the gang appreciates Dee. Episodes that take place in one set are always great. The Waiter is great. Frank and Charlie havin' an anniversary 💙 Dennis did not have to give that speech in front of a crowd. He was going to tell Mac all those things just to his face. But he needed that whole restaurant to know who the real hero is. Dennis Reynolds said fuck the troops. I still don't know what a Groupon is. Also that table being so close to the kitchen door probably violates OSHA guidelines but thay's not a part of why I like the episode, just an observation.

Season 9: The Gang Saves the Day. I love seeing characters just imagine fantasy scenarios. Dee's is inspirational but should have been gayer. Mac is... Stupid but I love him with my whole heart and I support him imagining Dennis crying over his corpse. All hail our mighty and buff Lord. Love Dennis saying he'd rather die than have a broken dick. I love that Charlie's is animated. He is so small. There are two genders: janitor or waitress. The most relatable is Frank tho. You eat those hotdogs bitch

Season 10: The Gang Goes on Family Fight. I'm a slut for Argyle sweater vests and Dennis having a mental breakdown. Also Charlie being one of the survey takers was priceless.

Season 11: It should come as no surprise that my favorite of this season (and the series as a whole) is Mac and Dennis Move to the Suburbs. I love every single moment of this episode. I love the breakdown of their sanity. Rage fuels me. People think Dennis is a psychopath but who in this episode is feeding their roommate a dead dog? Not Dennis. What would be different if Dennis was the house husband? You know Wally just wanted to be nice to the gay couple that moved next door but they acted Like That. I'd love to make a longer post just about this episode. Some guy in fb was like "the seasons sucked after sesson 8" and everyone was like "okay but suburbs in season 11 tho" and they guy was like "okay u right" Suburbs is the episode that brings the gays and straights together and will bring us world peace

Season 12: This wss hard cuz I think this is my favorite season overall. And I'm gonna be real controversial here and let you know my fave ep is Dennis' Double Life. I love the concept. I love the convoluted scheme. I would die for Mandy. I know there's a lot with real life stuff happening and how it affected things after but I wanna appreciate it as is. Sometimes you juat have so many big feelings that you run away to North Dakota to be a dad I guess. "I'm the lover obviously" "I have a good plan but you wouldn't listen to it anyway" Did I mention I love Mandy? Maybe it's that I grew up in the Midwest but I understand her on such a deep level. I love this episode so much.

Season 13: The Gang Solves the Bathroom Problem. Every time I go into a bathroom I just think "animal shithouse" nonbinary/genderfluid Charlie rights. Hawaiin shirts. I also love Jimmy Buffett. I love they all sing the wrong song. "As a straight man" in the least convincing way. This episode speaks to me on all levels.

[purplegeekypanda]

A Restless Night

This is long, and I am on mobile. Please enjoy.

I don't know what happened. First off I'm sitting at a large table with what was left of my lunch sitting in front of me, and then the maid mentions my housing situation. Like how did they even know? The man, whom, invited me to lunch said that I can live with him. 

I didn't know what to do, thinking about all the reasons to stay, my answer should have been an easy yes.

But no.

I have oolons if problems and quirks that make living alone in a small space, preferable.  So what do I say? 

"Can I see the room?" 

"Of course darling," Mr. Nihelim held no hesitation. Like he has no problems whatsoever. Just like that he stood and all but pranced out of the room. 

I turned to follow but nearly bumped right into Neo. 

Now that I'm standing, I can see he's not all that tall, he seems to be five something feet tall. No taller than me really. Brown hair tucked back in the hood of his long, black coat. Being this close I can see his face. Looking at him he appears no older than me. Maybe in his twenties.

But I know better. I'm an artist and an author and I have spent a lot of time watching other people.

 Everyone has a book, it's hard to see and you won't if you don't know where to look. The face is the cover and the eyes are the summary. 

His face is young but his eyes are ancient. This man has seen more than most anyone should. And coming back to reality, I notice that I'm not the only one reading.

 He looked me dead in the eyes.

"You seem powerful," he said. Voice like a good cup of coffee. Bitter, a little sweet, and eye widening. 

"Come along darling, despite my behavior I don't have all day." I heard the head of the house call from down the hall. 

"It's alright Miss. If you move in then we will take care of everything." Ajaun stood to my side, waiting. 

_________

As we walked I got to see a bit more of the manor, everything about this place is big and gody and rich. 

The room I was walked to was on the third floor, just a bit down the hall on the right.

Each hall seems to have a color theme. The one we are walking down is green and floral, earthy tones and naturalist designs make it very beautiful. Almost as if I were in a forest. 

We stop in front of a door, wide, dark wood. Grass, moss, and a few mushrooms are painted to the bottom. The frame is carved and painted with winding ivy. The sad part is ...I recognize the door.

It's a Fay Gild's door, from one of my works. They led to springs, whether they are of wealth or wrong. You simply had to hope. 

This mad man really is a fan. 

________________

The room is big. 

About as large as the entirety of my last apartment.

And so where the last three. To tell the truth I liked the first room. The hall was beautiful, the setup was simple. "Is this one not to your liking?" 

Ajaun has been patient and kind this whole time. Showing me rooms and getting me things, answering my questions. "To tell the truth, I actually liked the first room."

"Alright let's get you moved in."

"But that isn't the problem." 

"Oh?" 

Honestly, I don't know what to tell them. I mean things have always been appearing ever since I was a child. Sometimes they're nice small things like that flower. I drew it as a child. I woke up with it on my dresser but then there are the things that aren't as good. I have no clue where that maroonlian timberwolf came from much less of one as to what my brother did with it honestly. Truly I don't want to cause trouble for these kind people.

"I….um, things happen around me. I don't know how to explain it. Things appear and as nicely as this place might be protected from the outside world, stuff might appear on the inside….around me. it happens all the time I don't want to cause any trouble."

"Dear," The voice was smooth and deep, almost like honey. They said it as if I was being playful. I'm not a joke. I don't think they think I'm a joke. It's almost as if you're trying to call me down. "Odd things happen around here all the time. Whatever you can manage to conjure up will probably not be nowhere near as bad as to what those two get up to.."

"Alright," I give in. These people are too kind to accepting. "But you can't say I didn't warn you." 

"I'll keep that in mind."

__________

I had managed to get my room how I wanted it.

 Dinner was interesting, sitting between Mr. Edgy and Mr. Eccentric surrounded by professional crossdressers just gives it that air. 

Mr. Ninhelm grabbed his Champagne flute and tapped it with one of his forks. "Friends, servants, Missy." 

What appears to be a butler stated that it was a good one.

He thanks them and continues, "we are gathered here tonight to welcome a new member of the household. Miss. Purple Panda" he cringed a little at my last name. "Please rise, let everyone have a look at you. Everyone, butlers (he gestured towards the maids), maids (gestured towards the butlers), Missy, Neo Tonberry. The most recent member of our little 'family'. I expect that you trete he with the same kindness and grace you trete me….or don't, it's a free country, you are all your own people. Now I believe it was time for dessert, Ajaun what did you make? I believe I smell pudding. 

_________

What an intriguing first evening. After dessert (pudding) Ajaun walked me up to my room. I took a shower and dressed in something comfy. 

I….I found I could not sleep. It's to be expected. New place, the smell isn't right. The corners are too dark. And as always I have too much energy to sleep, even when I'm exhausted. 

"Well, a walk never hurt," I mindlessly muttered into the Hall after I opened the door to the hall. The sight I was met with was breathtaking. 

The hall designed to look like the Gilded Woods by day was practical magic at night. The lights were turned down to reveal the pixy lights and glow tabs. Walking down the hall, it felt like there should be Fay popping across the hall to one party or another. 

I walked the halls, that at day are very well decorated, almost come to life at night. 

I was pulled out of my dazed wondering at the top of the stairs in the entry hall. It took me a moment to find what had actually pulled me out of my wandering mind. The door was jiggling like the locks, and the density of the door was being tested. 

Then it struck me, someone was trying to break in the front door. I was about to call out when I was taped on the shoulder. Turing to find the Lord of the house in his night where (robe, slippers, and silk pajamas), wasn't to big of a surprise.

"Don't worry darling we already have this taken care of."

He walks past and he is .… in a dress? When did this happen? He stepped down three steps, the door opened, and a spot light picked up and he started to soliloquies. 

The burglar stopped dead in his tracks. At this point I noticed that Ninhelem was in three inch stilettos. As in the blade stilettos, actual blades on the bottom of his feet. His hair is pulled back curled with golden twine and expensive jules. Wearing a golden gown encrusted with sequence. Safe to say a figure of beauty and wealth. 

"Madam and Measures,

We welcome you tonight

As the dining room probably presents

Your dinner."

The look on the breakin's face is priceless. I immediately recognised it as the opening to the 'Beauty and the Beast' Be Our Guest. 

"Be our guest

Be our guest

Put our service to the test

Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie

And we provide the rest…." 

At this moment the burglar is gone, I'm in stitches as the burglar ran out of the house screening, and Misure Ninhelem is fabulous. 

"I told you I had this handled." 

"How did you know it would work?'

"Darling, I've been doing this for years. Wouldn't you be terrified if a man in a full ball gown walked down the stairs, seductively, singing to you?"

"Yes, yes I would."

After that I returned to my room, wrote down some script, and went to bed.

[overlord-imagines]

can I get some headcannonons for demiurge and Ainz's wedding? They're my favorite couple at the moment.

Yes, you may!!! Ahhh! Their relationship is so precious, I’m swooning. I may have gone overboard with this… and demiurge may be a LITTLe out of character……. oops.

They had been dating for a year now, and rumors and questions of when Ainz will finally have a spouse and an heir and becoming so frequent that they even managed to reach the lord of death himself.

It’s gotten so bad that he even heard the other floor guardians muttering about it.

Ainz finally decided enough is enough. With the help of Pandora, he sorted through his massive amounts of the treasury to ‘The Rings of Matrimony’

They were ultra rare event rings that the guild spent some time on collecting, they were only for appearances but being the completionists that were Ainz Ooal Gown… they just couldn’t NOT get them.

And to propose, Ainz took the time to specially craft a gorgeous golden ring. With flawless diamonds as accents and a gorgeous ruby as the main centerpiece.

(Image is of a Claudine Vintage Engagement ring, found on Diamondere website.)

Ainz, being the complete closet nerd that he is, spends days on end planning the perfect proposal. And if he were being completely honest keeping it hidden from the rest of the guardians had to be the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life.

And he’s done a lot of shit as ruler of Nazarick.

He’s fairly sure Albedo already knows, being the one besides Demiurge who spends so much time with him. He’s also fairly sure that somewhere deep inside of her she’s plotting the demon’s murder… but at the same time, he’s noticed her being oddly quiet about it.

He eventually confronts her about it, due to the looks she gives him from time to time and confesses to helping her lord keep it a secret from Demiurge.

She has to resist every fiber of her being that screams at her to tackle him and claim him right then and there as he praises and thanks her for helping him.

Soon Sebas knows as well, being directed by Ainz to construct a beautiful moonlit dinner for him and his soon to be fiance. The maids arrange the dinner, setting it up in the breathtaking gardens of the 6th floor. Accenting the area with fairy lights, and making sure everything is more than absolutely perfect for the supreme being.

The night it actually happens, Ainz’s passive ability kicks in at least 15 times before he even can gather the nerve to propose. But when he does… oh boy.

Demiurge is shell shocked when his supreme being- the one he devoted his everything to, the one who reigns above all, his creator and his lover- presents himself on one knee.

The demon cannot even react, to seeing his beloved in such a state before Ainz pulls out the beautifully gilded box and opens it revealing the engagement ring Ainz had carefully put so much love into.

“Demiurge, my love…” A slight green aura surrounds him for a brief moment. “Will you do me the great honor, and stay by my side for the rest of my eternal life? To rule Nazarick by my side.

Demiurge’s heart stopped, he couldn’t breathe and when he realized that he had to his breaths came out fast. The poor boy began hyperventilating.

Sooner than Ainz could tell his lover to calm himself, to take it easy, Demiurge has already fallen out of the elegantly cushioned chair to the grassy floor below.

Tears well in his eyes as he clasps the hands of the glorious one before him and lowers himself far lower than Ainz has put himself, the demon’s head almost touching the floor.

“Please… do not lower yourself for a servant such as I.”

“But you are more than just a servant… Demiurge.” Ainz carefully brings Demiurge’s head up to look him in the eyes. “You are the love of my life, so please… will you marry me?”

A series of sobbing ‘yes’s poured from his mouth, kissing Ainz everywhere he could reach. And eagerly donned the ring.

That same night word of the wedding spread like wildfire, unknowing to Ainz, Aura and Mare had been spying from afar. Demiurge simply chose not to comment on it.

The wedding takes place a week later, the preparations took no time at all considering the weight of the event.

Albedo, of course, was in charge of the planning. And with the imput of Ainz she made sure that this wedding would be the grandest event this world had ever known. 

If she couldn’t be head wife to her beloved, she would at least assure her place as the one to birth his heir

(Image found on Pinterest Just imagine this but with more gold and a lot more extravagant… that’s how extra they went.)

Mare grew all of the floral accessories personally, making sure every single flower and leaf was absolutely flawless. He spent hours on end making sure of this, sometimes even worrying his sister with the amount of effort he put in this.

Aura helped Mare with Demiurge’s bouquet, after growing the flora needed the two presented the beautifully tied piece. He couldn’t be prouder.

The furniture was each handcrafted by the best woodworkers of Nazarick, each chair lined with beautiful white satin silk.

Cocytus arranged their finest warriors to act as decoration for the event as well, each individual soldier was done in priceless gilded armor to appeal to the radiance that is their ruler.

Pandora worked behind the scenes and was actually assistant to Albedo. He handled the finances, and all the supplies needed for this luxorious event. He was also there as emotional support for Ainz, as the poor lich was constantly concerned about the scale of his own wedding. He wasn’t one to show off, but the two guardians were having none of it, only the best for their lord.

Shalltear helped with the attire of both grooms. Being the only one with the expansive wardrobe, the vampire made sure that the wedding attire was both fabulous and fitting for beings such as themselves. She actually designed it all herself, with the best cloth workers of Nazarick bringing her piece to life.

Cocytus was also there as support for Demiurge, being the man who expresses himself with action rather than words he made an excellant listener as Demiurge rambled on and on about everything going on. As well as giving out nuggets of wisdom.

“Supreme beings make no errors of judgement, our Lord has chosen you for a reason. Do not doubt him now, when you have not before.”

On the day of the wedding, the weather was absolutely perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. And not a single cloud in the sky. This was to be expected of course, the maids would not allow such a thing as a cloud ruin such a momentus day.

Ainz asked that Pandora’s Actor be his best man. For Demiurge, he asked that Cocytus be his.

Aura and Mare were the flower children, throwing petals accross the carpet for Demiurge to walk along.

Ainz wore a stunning white tux, gilded in gold and lace with a transparent cape fluttering behind him.

Demiurge wore something similar but his highlighting his own features. His outfit being accented with beautiful diamonds and gold of its own.

The hundreds of seats were filled with the denizans of Nazarick, an unsettling sight to some… but absolutely stunning to Ainz. To see the entirety of his treasure present before him, made him want to cry.

Trust me when I say that if Ainz could cry right now he would be sobbing.

Upon request Sebas is their pastor, he just seems to fit the role perfectly. And it’s an honor to Ainz’s own close friend Lord Touch Me.

I do not exaggerate when I say EVERYONE in nazarick that day cried… Even Sebas. Their vows absolutely shook everyone.

“Demiurge… I never thought, that in all my years of existence, I would ever deserve someone such as yourself. I felt lost, when my precious comrades had left this Nazarick… I feared that the place in my heart that they had left empty would never be filled. But when you’re with me… I feel whole.”

Everyone is surprised to see that Demiurge hasn’t compeltely broken down yet and the devastation that is his tail hasn’t been released yet. Though they could barely see them through their own tears.

Everyone is just so emotional.

“Lord Ainz, never in my lifetime would I ever have thought I would get the honor to wed you. I do not deserve such a radiant and generous being such as yourself. To acquire the intimate love of a supreme being had been unfathomable to me… but to be here today and to see how you could ever love someone as lowly as me- no amount of words could describe how I feel for you. I swear to you, Ainz Ooal Gown, Lord Momonga. I will give you everything this world has to offer, my entire being included, just to ever amount to what you give to me.”

Ainz is so flustered, his husband is too extra for his poor little neet heart to handle.

The party after is certainly something to remember, even though he can’t eat and most of the denizens of Nazarick don’t even need to the maids worked endlessly to produce such a fantastic feast for all of Nazarick to enjoy.

Oh my god when Ainz tells Demiurge of the tradition to throw his bouquet.

Albedo and Shalltear and seething, glaring at each other fighting over who gets to marry Lord Ainz next.

Demiurge accidentally throws it too hard, and from their fighting both miss the bouquet as it flies over their heads and lands in Mare’s arms.

Both of them look murderous, scarily calm as they both ask Mare for the flowers.

HE REFUSES!!!!!!!

“B-But… I wanna m-m-marry Ainz-sama some… some day too….”

AINZ IS CHOKING

DEMIURGE IS TRYING NOT TO LAUGH

THE TWO FEMALE GUARDIANS ARE SpeaCHLESS!!!

Ainz ends up having to teach Aura and Mare about marriage, giving them a quick parent talk.

In the end, it’s still undecided. Mare still not wanting to give it up and Aura not letting him, after all, he caught it fair and square.

The two slow dance, it’s so romantic. Everyone is partnered up with somebody.

Even Cocytus is out there dancing with Entoma. 

To be honest the party is fantastic and is certainly the gossip of Nazarick for the next couple of months.

Ainz couldn’t feel more in love than he does with Demiurge, the two act a whole lot more lovey-dovey.

They keep up their professional appearances still, but when around allies will playfully call each other pet names.

Mostly demiurge, Ainz is just so shy… actually exclusively demiurge. Ainz is too flustered and too introverted for his own good.

“As you request, my love.”

Also Demiurge, to Ainz’s bewilderment, seems to still condone the idea of multiple spouses… Albedo isn’t keeping this fact a secret either.

Please, someone, help Papa Bones.