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[the-unnamed-haven]

Presently going manic thinking about how to link some events together in my fanfic. Might explode. Want my motivation to get it's shit together so I can get to the part where I introduce Baal's husband.

Hi cotl fandom how are holding up

[hanafubukki]

[OT3 Masterlist: Knight of Dawn x Reader x Lilia Vanrouge]

Summary: You and Silver have a heartfelt moment.

You couldn’t help but stare at Silver.

“Mother?”

“Sorry Silver, I just thought it was a bit unfair.”

“Unfair?”

“Yeah, if it wasn’t for Lilia’s blessing, you would look like a carbon copy of Dawn.”

You cupped his cheek, “I just thought it’s a bit unfair that neither mine or Leah’s, in her time, is shown on you.”

You started rambling, “Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re wonderful the way you are and precious and very loved and you’re as handsome as your fathers. It’s just-”

“But I do have a piece of you.”

Silver held your hand in his, leaning his head into your touch, “I have your courage and kindness.”

The smile he sent you then had you smiling in return, “I have your strength. I wouldn’t be who I am without you. So please, never believe otherwise.”

Tears stream down.

“You are the kindest one out of all of us.”

“I love you, Silver.” You hug him tightly.

He returns it just as tight.

Bonus:

A pair of shadows watched as mother and son had a moment.

Lilia was startled when a bouquet of flowers were placed in front of him, turning to see Malleus holding it to him. Lilia took it despite the questioning look he sent Malleus.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Lilia.”

Lilia laughed, “Shouldn’t you be giving this to your mother and YN?”

“I have already given one to mother and have one prepared for YN,” Malleus smirked, “I have also given one to father and to Dawn as well.”

A look to his side confirmed that statement, Dawn was smiling at his flowers as the birds circled him curiously.

Lilia looked at the bouquet affectionately before floating and kissing Malleus’ forehead.

“Thank you, Malleus.”

As YN and Silver joined their group, Malleus shared a look with Silver, knowing he thought the same.

Thank you for loving us. We wouldn’t be who we are today without any of you.

Happy Mother’s Day 🌺🌷💞

I’m late, but it’s better late than never. 🤣🫶

This has been in my drafts for five months Omg

[llondonfog]

For a painful soulamte au, what if the Dawn Knight was Lilias soulmate? And to make it more painful what if Dawn knew that Lilia was his soulmate somehow and still went to war with the fae because he couldn't stand to go against the family who raised him

Not a soul knew, except for Leia.

Leia knew because she knew everything about him— the leash of loyalty around his neck, the weight of despair upon his shoulders, the mark of his soulmate tattooed like a harbinger on the inside of his wrist.

Leia knew, and loved him for it all the same.

You are a knight, she would remind him on those moonless nights, delicate features as solemn as a saint as she laid her hands against the haunted hollows of his face, as merciful and sweet as her namesake. You are the only one out of them all who has the right to call himself so. What greater sacrifice have you given to my father, to our family, than the cost of love?

He loved her, too.

Her effortless charm and wit were always happy to fill his awkward and stoic silences, and she never shamed him for his reserved nature. She was a princess, born and raised to be a queen, and it sat right inside his heart that she should realize such a vision. Her kindness to their people, her kindness to her traitor of a knight— too kind, to allow him even into her arms and bed when his nerves fail him and the shadows creep in.

It's what he feels, when he places his hand on the swell of her gown, the gentle life growing inside of her: their child, steeped in kindness.

A tragic beginning that can only lead to a tragic end.

Leia is the only kindness that he's ever known, and the irony is not lost on him that she is not his soulmate, nor is he her own. She does not speak of the mark blurred and faded on her skin, and she does not press him for explanation when he disrobes for her and only her, and the bat in flight unfurls its wings upon his wrist.

She does not need to, for they both know whose standard he bears, whose symbol lays a claim that would spell betrayal and doom for his fate.

He lies there within the shelter of her embrace, her slim fingers weaving through his golden hair, and he wonders what manner of mark lies on the fae general's wrist. He wonders if it is of a gleaming sword raised to strike, or a loathsome owl, talons curled, both prepared to rid the fae of his heart and gift it to the enemy's feet. It must not be obvious, because the fae has never reacted to his presence beyond the expected vitriol to their immoral crusade. And each time that they meet, the gratitude of a coward lances through his veins for the sake of the helmet obscuring his expression— it is your eyes that give you away, Leia had murmured to him, her own dark and forgiving as they glitter in the candlelight. Your truest emotions lie within them, crystal clear and as unclouded as the brightest dawn.

He does not deserve her unshakeable belief, for he feels like the muddiest of waters, choked with debris and tainted by waste.

He does not deserve her, and as he clutches at his wrist in the night, nails all but digging into the taut flesh as if to pull the bat from his skin—

He knows that he does not deserve the general either.

[the-unnamed-haven]

The Kingdom of Death

CHAPTER 1: Business as Usual

Finally got this to a place where I think it's acceptable to post. Not the final cut, but it's better than it was before the rewrite.

TW: sexual themes. Not a lot, and nothing explicit (yet) but this one opens horny. You've been warned.

The waters of the lake were crystal clear.  The sun was just beginning to set, the light of dusk refracting beautifully off the surface of the lake.  Baal was certain he had never witnessed such a magnificent view before.  Transfixed on the sight, he took a step towards the shore, only to notice the scores of men bathing in its waters.

“Wake up.”

Baal was stunned.  He wasn't sure how he hadn't seen them before.  So many gorgeous men, each one like Adonis incarnate, all gathered to enjoy the splendor.  Their perfectly toned muscles seemed to shimmer in the light of the setting sun.  Baal's heart began to beat faster and faster.  Could such a vision be real?

“... Wake up.”

As he stood entranced, the men took notice of him.  Before he knew it, these immaculate manifestations of beauty were approaching, calling his name in sultry and playful tones.  Baal felt his heart beating out of his chest.  As the first came near, Baal glanced down to notice the man's bulging, throbbing -

“Oh for the love of - BAAL.”

“Mmmuhh?” Just like that, the vision shattered.  As Baal's eyes slowly opened, he came to realize the only lake here was the lake of saliva he was half drowning in, and the only other man present was his dear brother Aym.  Indeed, the dream was too good to be true.  But then, it always was.

“Ugh.  Morning already?”  Baal mumbled groggily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.  “Can't we have a day off?”

“We did.” Aym's tone was soft, but it betrayed a hint of annoyance.  “Yesterday.  Which you spent getting drunk on wine and inviting men to sleep with you.” Aym yanked the covers off of Baal.  “And you couldn't even be bothered to take any of them to your own bed.”

Baal sat up, now coming to realize how much his head was pounding.  “I was trying to be courteous, Aym.” He knew his brother did not speak out of malice, but at times, Aym made this difficult to remember.  “The house is probably bad enough as it is -”

“Worse, actually.”

“-without me dragging the party in here.” Baal's tone shifted, a degree of playfulness making its way through.  “At least this way we only need to worry about one room.”

A smirk formed on Aym's face.  One could be forgiven for believing it to be a look of contempt, given Aym's natural tendency to look annoyed.  “‘One room’ he says.  While I appreciate your attempt, you failed to keep the party from spilling over into every other room in the house.”

“...Oops.” Baal stood up, somewhat embarrassed.  He truly had meant to mitigate the amount of work they would have to do after Ascension Day, but it seemed he had failed once more.  “Sorry, Aym.”

Aym gave a look of genuine warmth.  “If I was truly upset with you, I would say as much.  You know this.  Just promise to help clean up when we get back tonight.”

“Sure.” Baal smiled, mirroring his brother.  The moment was short lived, as the light of dawn began to shine brighter through the window, causing his headache to intensify.  A reminder of the copious amount of wine he had imbibed the night prior.

“Oohhh…. Today's going to be long, I can feel it.” As Baal uttered this, he noticed the glass of water Aym was holding.  Aym moved to offer the glass to his brother.  “Drink.  We can't have the mighty Baal going out looking haggard.”

“Thank you.” Baal accepted the drink and went to sip.  “Though” he spoke in a smug voice after taking a drink.  “I could be half dead and I'd still look better than you.”

Aym gave a short chuckle.  “Such vanity will be your undoing, dear brother.”

“Maybe one day” Baal said with a smile.  “But not this day.” He quickly finished the glass.  “Well.  We should probably get going, yes?  The Master will be expecting us soon.”

“Oh, the One Who Sleeps is suddenly concerned with being punctual?” Sarcasm was practically dripping from Aym's voice.  “Perhaps we should check that the Hells haven't frozen over.”

“Hey, I don't always oversleep!  Just most of the time!” The pair shared a laugh.  Baal's headache flared up again just at the right time to ruin the moment.  He clutched his head in pain, wishing dearly he could go back to bed.

“You are right, though.  We've dawdled long enough.” Aym returned to his normal, perpetually disgruntled voice.  “Let us finish getting ready.” The brothers donned their robes and made for the door.  As they were leaving, Baal took note of a distinctly blood colored stain on the floor.

“Um.  Brother… Is that -”

“I'm trying not to think about it.”

“...Fair enough.”

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Baal pulled his hood up fully over his eyes as he stepped outside.  The harsh sun was growing more intense by the minute, doing no favors for his headache.  Today was already proving arduous. 

“Come” Aym's voice was accompanied by the clanking of numerous empty bottles.  “We'll dispose of these on the way to the Cathedral.”

“Right…”  Baal found himself once again wishing he could have stayed in bed.  Between the unforgiving sun and the prospect of having to organize cleanup crews for the rest of the day, Baal knew today would be far longer than most.  He found his mind wandering back to the dream his brother had so rudely interrupted.  The details were already fading, but things were still clear enough.  The serenity of the view, the clear waters of the river, the endless sea of beautiful men, water cascading off their rippling muscles.  Or, was it a lake?  A pond?  Perhaps it was -

*CLANG*

Baal's recollection was cut short by the feeling of metal colliding with his forehead.

“Ow!  Oh, by the Crowns that hurt!”

“Hah” Aym let out a short laugh, though one could be forgiven for hearing a scoff instead.  “Baal the Mighty, brought low by a lamppost.  If you are out best, our enemies have little to fear.”  His tone was snide, but his smile showed it was a jest.

A voice cut through before Baal could conjure a retort.  “Such is the danger of letting the mind wander.  Lucky for you, that a lamppost holds no malice.”  The voice was quiet, almost a whisper, yet it held a commanding tone.  It was a voice Baal knew well.

“Lord Shamura.  This is quite the surprise.”  Aym spoke, his usual low tone betraying a touch of shock.

“Indeed.  I had hoped to remain at the Temple of Leandros for the Ascension Day festivities, but my duties demanded I make for the Capital.”  Their demeanor shifted.  Shamura’s brow furrowed, their playfulness now discarded.  “There is trouble in Silk Cradle.  I came to petition Lord Narinder to send the Crusaders to assist.”

“Heretics?” Baal inquired.

“We are unsure.  Precisely why I wish to speak with the Archbishop.  Perhaps we may require another purge.”

“Perhaps.” Aym said, flatly.  “But we should make for the Cathedral before we discuss further.”

“Certainly, Lord Aym.  Having the counsel of the Twin Saints will be most welcome.” The spider smiled.  “Let us be on our way.”

“Yes, let's.  Baal, shall we…”. Aym looked to the empty space where his brother had stood a moment ago.  “Wh- Brother?” He swung his head around to the road leading to the Cathedral.  Baal was walking with a newfound vigor, having forgotten all about his headache.

Oh, today just got SO much better he thought, giddy at the notion of seeing his beloved Leandros again.

SOO-O-O much better.

[mh49uwux]

My cast for The Kiss Of Deception:

Lia:

Kaden:

and Rafe:

alr thats it thank you ! ><

[kyreniacommentator]

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[beliscary]

the thing is i can make pre-868 tedi as disloyal order of water buffaloes as I want

[orionsstory]

Fic asks for TKOD?

ooh idk if you had a specific question in mind so I'll answer two !! my favorite chapter and explain the title

so the full title (that kind of devotion can't be ignored) is actually a line from the Legally Blonde musical! It's when Elle and Paulette are going to get her dog back. I thought it fit quite well for the devotion Anetra and Marcia have for each other, plus it's from the musical Marcia's in !

I like a lot of the chapters, but chapter one and especially chapter four are my favorites. I really enjoy writing the superhero plot Anetra's got, and chapter four is really where it begins to amp up. Chapter one because I think it's quite good and I'm still really proud of it !!

[adreamingrevenant]

Unenlightened: The Knight of the Dawn and Princess Leia were both perfect analogues for both Aurora's parents and the Aurora and Prince Philip from the 1959 Sleeping Beauty movie relationship wise.

Enlightened: The Knight of Dawn and Princess Leia had a relationship superficially like the stereotypical fairy tale couple, but actually married/make it seem like their relationship was romantic out of convenience and to spite Henrik so Leah could secure her right to the throne and eventually fell in love along the way/did still have Silver and loved him but didn't love one another like that.

Ascended: The Knight of the Dawn and Princess Leia were in a fake relationship but one was either Ace/also batted for their own team and fake dated mostly so Leah could get suitors off her back, on occasion they were one another's wingman/woman.

[rpfisfine]

are there any theodd1sout fans amongst my followers who will be mad at me and think it’s unfair if i post the creator clash boxing match between him & idat but cut his introduction out so the video isn’t too long or do i have your guys’ permission to do whatever i want because i have dimples and a fat ass

[orionsstory]

she is just so (explodes)

ANETRA • meet the queens of season 15  

[hanafubukki]

On the rare times the Knight of Dawn had time off.

He chose to spend it with you.

It was time precious to him and you.

You’d drag him to a meadow, away from the camp.

Saying it was his day off.

No one would oppose you, not even him.

Who can defeat your ire? Certainly not him.

You forced him to sit while you braided his hair, entwining golden locks with flowers you had picked for him.

The meadow was peaceful and bright.

Full of flowers with no end in sight.

Unmarred by war.

He hopes it stays this way.

He hopes you will always be this way.

As these blooms grow, strong and lovely, may you too thrive.

Unlike him, picked from a young age to serve the kingdom.

Cultivated to fight, inevitably destined to wilt as a flower that’s picked in its prime.

He doesn’t mind.

In your hands, he thrives. He blossoms as any flower in this field.

Your hands his salvation. You, his favorite place to be.

The Knight of Dawn drops back into you, your arms curling around his shoulders.

A breath of surprise, before hugging him tight, leaning your head against his.

This is his freedom.

This was inspired by this Persona 5 animatic and by @rayroseu’s tags for this post.

This is part 2 of 3 of my mini flower series 💞💚

Part 1 (with Lilia)

Part 3 (with Malleus)

[llondonfog]

rip amelie farren the golden days of tumblr rp would have gone feral over ur songs

[the-unnamed-haven]

So there's some other stores I wanna tell in this au that take place before the current fic, but I'm unsure how to handle them. My original plan was to sprinkle them in here and there as the story progresses, but now I'm wondering if I should write them as independent short stories instead.

[thursdaygirlmp3]

a whole day of waiting for dan and phil to do something and then Shayne and Courtney Smosh just fucking TKOd me . what if i spontaneously combusted

[orionsstory]

tkod six sentence sunday

happy sunday in addition to a chapter I'm giving you a sneak peek of the next chapter :)

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Anetra chuckled as they paused on the corner of the street, Aura looking intently at the two directions. She hesitated for a moment before leading them left.

"Are you sure you don't want me to do it?"

Aura waved her off. "No, no, it's okay- I got it. We're not gonna get lost like last time."

They did in fact get lost. Just like last time.