#windie writes

[novel--notes]

I think part of me will always want to hide away, but I want to hide here, with you.

[heather--moors]

2.27.2023 // planning for the spring season. Enjoying every bit of sunshine that comes my way.

🎧THE LAST DANCE • SAMUEL SIM ✨

[riaki]

knitted hearts | kento nanami x reader

pt.3 of christmas event! i wrote this for u genie ily 🤍 cw: established relationship, he (over)works at that financing company from before, two (2) petnames

the lights are still on.

that's the first thing kento immediately notices when he gets back; the office clocked him overtime, and so he's late. regrettably, again.

in the past, whenever that's happened, he'd have sent you a text beforehand and came home to a dark apartment; eaten something quick before getting into bed and slipping beneath the soft covers where your resting warmth melts away the stress of the day between his shoulders and his eyebrows.

tonight is different, it seems. the city buzzes with a quiet hum, light snowfall blanketing the roofs and muffling the sound. the holiday season is in full swing; normally, he wouldn't care to know. or remember. if not for the lame decorations around his workplace and the chocolate advent calendar you've been diligently (force) feeding him every night, he wouldn't've noticed at all.

he closes the door quietly behind him, careful not to make excess noise in case you're asleep as he slips his shoes off and hangs his jacket up. after all, you might've just been absentminded or tired, and forgot to switch the lights off. and you blame him for being lost to time.

it's quiet in the house; not dead silent, though. there's soft, ambient winter jazz flowing from somewhere in the house, and the faint sound of the fridge humming, paired with something that's baking in the oven. the scent of soft vanilla and orange settles gently over his shoulders, as if to welcome him home. his half finished coffee sits in a porcelain mug on the stained counter; you'd accidentally made too much for him, leaving you with a puddle of bitter caffeine that couldn't even be finished with your combined efforts. you'd promised him you would chug it over text, but clearly that didn't happen.

he's ready to go through the motions of a quiet night spent unwinding alone when he hears your voice— after endless hours of aching at a desk, clacking away on a mechanical keyboard in the dreariest environment imaginable, it soothes him like no vacation fantasy he's ever known.

"nami? is that you?" you called. your voice is coming from the shared bedroom; you sound tired, and kento can just imagine the sleepy look on your face. he's never been inclined to use the words 'cute' or 'pretty' to describe someone before, but if he had to choose, then he'd use them for you.

he walks down the length of the hallway, undoing his tie and gently tugging it off his neck as he reaches the threshold to your room. the air is warm and soft; it seems so much easier to breathe the closer you are. like the crushing weight of work he puts on his lungs dissipates into a cloud of melting frost.

"i'm home, sweetheart." he's surprised at how rough his own voice sounds; it's almost unfamiliar. he needs your rejuvenating touch; at least, that's what he decides the instant he sees you. you're sitting right in the middle of the mattress, something lumpy, tacky, red and green bundled up in your lap. with something between a sinking realization and a fluttering in his chest he recognizes it as the sweater you've been making for him. you're finishing it up, it seems, from the formerly-wide bundle of soft thread that's been reduced to a meek little crimson string on the white sheets.

it's one of your new interests. you seem to be taking up a lot of those, lately; kento feels as though it's his fault, for never having the time to take you out. yet you're always so patient despite his busy schedule, adjusting to portion out a chunk of time from your own just to accommodate for him. it's unfair, and so one night he vowed to do more for you over a glass of red wine and a fancy white table cloth, freshly cleaned and pressed. that was one of the rare times he'd been able to take you out like you really deserved. "and don't call me by my last name. you're allowed to use my given," he sighs, rather exasperated, but you both know there's only affection behind it.

you perk up, a bright look in your eyes that melts the last of the frost buried in his chest and beneath his eyes. he crosses the room to stand at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt a few to let himself breathe. and he doesn't miss the way your eyes linger, so he clears his throat, and you spring to action.

"i finished your sweater, ken. can you put it on?" you ask eagerly, and he's briefly reminded of a young boy with pink hair like raspberry chocolate and a golden retriever demeanor. a soft feeling pushes at the back of his heart, sending mushy gushiness through his veins at the sight.

you scoot close, holding it up for him to examine. in all honesty, it's not terrible; you get an A for effort, at the very least. the five reindeer look more like those urban folklore creatures, and the tree looks as though it could use seven more centuries under the sun-- but other than that, it's a perfect first try.

"i'd love to, darling, but i..." he doesn't get to finish, because you seem to wilt a little, and it already feels like that crushing burden over his diaphragm is back, but this time it's exceedingly and guiltily unpleasant, so he retracts his words.

"alright." he succumbs with a tired sigh, letting his eyes flutter shut and removing his glasses to rub the spot where the frame has been digging into his skin; normally you'd do it for him, but you're busy adjusting the fluffy pom poms (he didn't see those before) on the sweater's cuffs, so he does it himself.

he hears the tell tale shift of the soft bedding and he opens his eyes again, only to be met with a very expectant look on your face.

"put your hands up."

"...pardon?" a small amount of resistance to your antics is always present, at first. by now he knows you expect it. but this time, it may be much worse.

"you heard me! arms to the sky." he likes your laugh, a lot. it jingles like a gentle wind chime.

"i can put it on myself. i'm not a child," he says, a little cross, but you're undeterred. as per usual. not like he minds.

"please?"

kento doesn't particularly view himself as a man with a great many ambitious, or zealous ideals. still, he isn't a pushover and has a strong resolve. unfortunately for him (fortunately for you), when it comes to you, it doesn't take much for him to crumble. if you willed it, he'd get down at your feet.

with resignation, he kneels down on one leg, as if you're about to knight him. he waits patiently, holding his arms up, and he can practically feel your giddy smile.

soon enough, you're slipping it over his tangled blonde hair— with a little bit of effort and a lot of scratchy fabric. it's too big here and too tight there, hanging off his shoulders oddly and the sleeves are uneven. but it's cute, too-- in the way that a toddler's crayon doodles are endearing, so are your amateur efforts. what matters to him the most, is that you've handmade it for him.

nothing an industry company factory could achieve.

"so? how do you like it?" you prompt as you start to mess with the collar, pinching and pulling the fabric so that it suits his form appropriately. he doesn't ever remember you asking for his size, but you seem to know it anyway.

"it's warm," is his only input. he knows you'll complain— but it's fun to hear you whine.

you frown. "is that all?" there it is— a small, sweet little pout; the minute down tilt of your lips. your fingers dance over his collarbone as you pull the collar of his button up over the rim, and his breath hitches in his throat. kento wonders if you can feel his heartbeat or notice the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows.

before you— or he— knows it, he's pulling you down to sit on the knee that's still propped up, catching you by the rest and meeting you halfway to press a gentle kiss to your lips. he's met with a muffled sound of surprise that quickly melts into a laugh; he can feel you smile against his lips and he wants to devour it.

"so i take it you like it?" you whispered as you lean in, hands leaving the unwieldy sweater to thread through his hair, messing it up to your heart's content after he slicked it to the side. you taste sweet, like chocolate and caramel-- he must've missed the advent sweet for today.

his only response is a small hum— you can feel the vibration, so you chuckle again and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling away breathless from the kiss to knock your forehead against his, gazing into his eyes. there's an undeniable well of warmth behind your gorgeous irises; if he had the time, he'd get himself lost in them.

"good, because i have socks on the backburner and you'll be getting a scarf next."

whenever the lights are off, kento knows you've gone to bed already, without him. but he thinks he could get used to scratchy, hand-knit clothing if it means they'll always be on and waiting for him after a long day of dreaming in front of a desk, all about your smile.

not proofread my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[brightriverstation]

“Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.”

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

[crystal-criminal]

Locker Room Love

Sweat dripped down Coil’s forehead as he made his way into the locker rooms, letting out little breaths as he slung a cold wet towel over his shoulders, the chill down his spine being greeted with a smile. Boxing and fighting were a passion for the bi-colored demon. The adrenaline rush, the heat of battle and the bright lights that flooded over the boxing ring always made him excited. It got him ready and pumped for whatever match he had ahead of him! Coil was one of the best of the best, top of charters really! Anyone who got into the ring with him knew they’d be in for a tough time. Coil was quick, his moves were calculated to a T. And time and time again, he’d mow down any competition that came his way. He was popular amongst the ring, but also had a collection of haters too. Coil dropped down onto one of the benches, leaning back slightly while staring up at the ceiling. He sucked in some deep breaths, trying to regain some of his strength as a familiar demon approached him. Steampunk smiled, holding a couple water bottles in his hands. Coil chuckled when he noticed the orange bull demon, leaning himself forward with his head tilted down. Steampunk rolled his eyes, placing down all of the bottles until he had one left. He unscrewed the cap and dumped the cold liquid over the canine demon’s head, watching as Coil shivered in appreciation. “You gotta stop making me waste money on a bottle that you’ll just dump all over yourself!” Steampunk chuckled, shaking his head and dropping down beside Coil, patting the canine demon on the back. Coil snorted, rolling his eyes as he sat up properly. “You think it’s hot when I do this, Steam. You can’t say shit.” Coil retorted, causing Steampunk to flush a little and look away. “You can’t prove anything!” Coil barks out a laugh as he leans on Steampunk, nuzzling his wet and sweaty head into his boyfriend’s neck with a shit eating grin on his face. Steampunk made a face, his voice a joking whine as he spoke. “Ewwww! You’re all gross and sweaty! Get off me, you freak!” A smile stretched across Steampunk’s face as he spoke, a couple snorts escaping Coil as the two demons just devolved into a little fit of giggles. The two, after coming down from their giggling fit, both grabbed a bottle of water and drank them down without much thought. Coil wiped off his lips, glancing over at the orange demon, a sly grin pulling onto his lips. Steampunk lowered his bottle, bringing his arm up to wipe off his mouth. Steampunk’s entire face exploded with blush as a familiar pair of lips were smooshed up against his own, the two demons finding themselves in a bit of a messy kiss! Oh well, not like either of them minded. Moments passed before the two finally pulled apart, Coil smirking with a little flirty wink as Steampunk chuckled, more color decorating his cheeks. The two just sat there, enjoying each other’s company before Coil got up, holding his hand out to the other demon. “C’mon. Let’s head back to my place, yeah?” Steampunk smiles and grabs Coil’s hand excitedly, getting up as his bull tail wagged with joy. “Hell yeah! Let’s blow this joint!” “Gods, you sound stupid saying that.” “No, I don’t!” The two demons busted out in a small fit of laughter as they walked out of the locker room, hands clasped tightly and fingers laced together.

[chatty-cat-cafe]

Slumber Party

Skateboard and Boombox were cleaning up their shared apartment in Playground. Excitement was in the air, both demons were happily waiting for their third partner, Slingshot, to arrive from Thieves’ Den. The three of them had planned to have a big old sleepover after a massive winning streak the three had from previous phights. Skate looked up at the clock with a squint, fluffy goldie tail wagging once he realized what time it was. “Yo Boom! Sling’s gonna be here soon!” He barked out happily, tail wagging even faster as the raccoon demon looked up with a smile. “Hell yeah! I should go get some tunes prepared… Or should we wait for Sling to show up first?” “I think Slingy will be chill with anything, y’know? Slingy’s a pretty laid back guy and all that.” “Yeaaaaah… You’re right. Might pop in some old school hip hop tunes tho. I remember Sling tellin’ me he liked that!” “Oh! Oh! Could you put some rap songs into this super ultra sleepover mix?” “I am NOT calling it that, Skate…” “Oh c’mon! It’s such a good title!” The eyes of Boom’s visor made an eye roll motion as he plopped himself down onto the couch, pulling out his gear and starting to sort through the various tapes while humming to himself. Skate stretched, yawning before heading off to the kitchen. If this was a sleepover then they needed snacks! And lots of them! He opened up cabinets and grabbed out various little bags of snack foods. Chips, pretzels, and some sort of candy treats! His tail wagged happily, gathering up his findings into his arms and heading back into the living room. Boom looked up when all of the food was dropped down onto the little coffee table they had, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before going back to what he was doing. Boom knows how much of a foodie the red demon was and found it kind of cute. Skate was basically Sling’s little “taste tester” when it comes to the stuff he wants to sell in the cafe as well. And speaking of Slingshot… A couple gentle knocks on the front door signaled the arrival of the blue feline demon. Skate’s tail perked up, wagging like mad as he ran over to the door and threw it open, a wide stupid smile spread across his face. “Slingy!” The blue demon smiled and purred as the red demon hugged onto him tightly, swiftly pulling him into the apartment and closing the door behind him. Boom was still chilling on the couch, finishing up the sleepover mixtape as the other two demons were giving their greetings and whatnot. “Hey Skatey, hey BB! Sorry it took me so long… Shuri was being a pain in the ass! I had to help Vine settle him down after he was throwing some little tantrum.” The green demon chuckles slightly, shaking his head before speaking up. “When he is not?”. All three of them burst out into a fit of giggles before all settling down on the couch, Boom being squished between his two boyfriends. Boom slipped the tape into his gear, turning it on and turning the volume down a little. He reached over Skate, dropping the gear onto the little side table before settling back down between the other two demons. Skate and Boom were already dressed down in their pjs. Skate was in a red tank top and some heart-patterned boxers, one that Boom had made some little joke about. Boom was in some cute green and white striped pjs with little slippers. Sling noticed this and got up, stretching a little before heading off to the bathroom to change into his own.

Skate grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the TV, a little hum escaping his lips as he pulled up one of the many movie apps him and Boom had for some reason. The canine demon clicked his tongue and picked out a random movie. It looked like some sort of comedy? Maybe? He wasn’t entirely sure, but it looked interesting so why not? Sling came back out wearing a blue t-shirt and some cozy sleeping pants that had little white paws patterned across them. He plopped down onto the couch, tossing his arms around Boom and pulling him close. Skate’s tail wagged and he snuggled up close, the two effectively squishing the green demon between them as the movie started up. Boom wiggled a little, having to awkwardly bend his arm behind him to grab the big ol’ blanket and pull it over the three of them, making sure they were snug as little bugs in a big ol’ rug! Movie after movie was watched, snack after snack was devoured and drinks were consumed in plenty. Eventually the evening sky gave way to the gentle embrace of night. Empty bowls, discarded soda cans and glasses littered the coffee table as the three demons were passed out, all cuddled up nice and close to each other. The eyes of Boom’s visor had shifted into three little z’s, Sling was curled up slightly with his tail draped over his lap, head resting against the smaller green demon. Skate was snoring up a storm, head tilted forward slightly as he also leaned on Boom in his sleep, a line of drool dripping down from the corner of his mouth. The soft humming of late-night drivers could be heard from outside of the apartment, stars twinkling above and the moon shining down on the streets of Playground. Even if the three didn’t do much during their sleepover, they were able to enjoy each other’s company and rest peacefully within each other’s embrace.

[aethereal-mother]

What Have You Done, Windforce?

TW: Blood, violence, bodily harm

Pure anger was boiling within the female deity, her fists clenched and razor-sharp teeth bared openly for everyone to see. And that "everyone" happened to be two of her younger siblings, Illumina and Ghostwalker. The dove deity had his hands raised slightly, a nervous smile decorating his face. He knew his sister's rage was something to be feared, his voice coming out small. "Sister dearest... You needn't be so angry... Your anger is something you must learn to control... Please, sister-" "Shut up." Illumina froze as Windforce leaned down towards him, her hot breath brushing against his face. Ghostwalker was lingering nearby, tense and silent. Illumina tried to speak, but Windforce snarled loudly and grabbed him by the horn, grip as hard as iron.

Illumina whined out in pain and tried to pull himself away, breath hitching as Windforce's grip only grew stronger. "I am SICK and TIRED of you trying to tell me what I need to fix! What I need to work on! MY anger has nothing to do with whatever RELIGIOUS NONSENSE YOU SPEW!" The goddess's tail started to lash out back and forth, her own shouts drowning out the gentle cracking of bone. Illumina's eyes widened as he tried to claw at Windforce's arm, his talons doing nothing to her armor. "Sister-! Sister please! WINDFOR-" A howl of pain was ripped from Illumina's throat as loud snapping rang out, shimmering blood starting to drip down the side of his face. Ghostwalker, in shock, tried to rush towards his brother with his arms outstretched, desperate to grab and pull him away, but Windforce, even with all of her rage, was able to deflect the approaching deity with her tail, slamming the large scaly mass into his body and send him flying backwards. "YOU STAY OUT OF THIS. YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS HIM!" Her voice boomed through the air, her grasp on Illumina's now broken horn letting up and causing the purple deity to fall to his knees, soft choked sobs escaping his throat. Windforce snapped her head back towards Illumina, staring down at him as her chest heaved up and down. Illumina whimpered and tried to crawl away from the female deity, letting out scared little chirps as she slammed her foot down onto his robes. "S-Sister....! Sister please...! I'm only trying to help you! I'm only trying to make y-you realize that your rage will be your dow-!" Another howl of pain was ripped from the deity of light as Windforce gripped his wing, the cold metal of her glove sending shivers through his whole body. "Shut. Up." her voice came out in a snarl as she pulled her arm back violently. A spray of shimmering blood bursted from where Illumina's wing once was attached to his body, the deity shaking badly before falling limply onto his side. Ghostwalker, despite his body aching from the blow to his torso, crawled over and hugged onto Illumina tightly, glancing up at Windforce. "You.... Look at what you've done!" Windforce went silent, her chest still heaving as she stared down at her brothers. The rage was slowly draining from her body, her head starting to clear up as she looked at the display in front of her. She looked down, seeing the severed wing of her own brother resting within her clenched fist. What had she done?

[angels-blade]

Rest Your Wings, Angel

[Egobworder - @knight-of-winds ] Sunlight danced off the edge of a sharpened blade, the corpses of training dummies littering the floor as Follower breathed hard, deep pushes of his lungs kicking the air out of his throat. He’s been training for hours by now. Slash after slash another dummy would fall, a lifeless corpse that never even had life to begin with! The angel was pushing himself much harder than he usually would despite all of the teachings from his father. Lessons of patience, of pacing oneself and never straining one’s body. Although all of his father’s teachings were being thrown out the window in Follower’s mind, the world around him was nothing but a blur as he raised his blade up high, preparing to strike until… A dull thump could be heard. And the cause of said thump happened to be Follower himself! The angel was lying on his side, breathing hard and digging his nails into the freshly polished floor. Everything hurt. He knew how much he was straining himself, he knew that this would hurt the moment his body gave out. Although he hadn’t cared until now. Gods above, why did he let this happen? He closed his eyes, wings folding in on themselves. He could just lay here and rest, couldn’t he? Let the minutes pass away until he would eventually fall asleep from exhaustion. His eyelids felt heavy, his breathing slowly evening out as he tried to relax himself. His ears tried to hone in on anything around him. The gentle breeze, the birds chirping and… Footsteps approaching? His feathers fluffed up only briefly before a familiar voice rang out. “Follower! Are you around here somewhere?” Ego? What was he doing here? Gods above, he couldn’t let his boyfriend see him like this! Follower let out a small chirp as he tried to push himself up into a sitting position. But he couldn’t, his arms felt like jelly, and he flopped back down to the floor and let out a pained chirp. And said chirp alerted the same demon he was so desperately trying NOT to look weak in front of! Ego came running over, his smile dropping instantly the moment he noticed the weak and tired Follower on the floor. The canine knight hurried over and dropped down to his knees, hooking an arm under Follower to start lifting him up. “Follower?! What happened? Are you alright? By the name of Windforce, I will-” “Egobworder. Please.” Ego shut up instantly, tail pushing between his legs as he quietly continued to help Follower, getting the angel into a sitting position before sitting himself down beside his boyfriend, holding one of the angel’s hands in worry. The silence fell over the two, only being broken by the faint chirping of birds and Follower’s breathing slowly evening out. Silence, comfortable but uneasy. Ego gently squeezed Follower’s hand, interlocking his fingers with the angel’s talons before he finally decided to speak up. “Are you alright, dear?” Follower was quiet, his head tilting back slightly. He didn't really know what to say. Sure, he wasn’t okay! He really wasn’t! He’s been feeling stressed and uneasy recently but… He didn’t know why. He tried talking to his father about it, telling the deity he was feeling stressed and upset, but not even the comforting words of Illumina could help. Hell! Even the deity himself was struggling to figure out what was wrong with his own son, which saddened both of them honestly.

Follower tried heading off to his uncle’s temple as well. Sometimes a visit to Ghostwalker’s would help him during moments like this. Getting to walk through the silence of the graveyard, getting to watch his uncle work away at making the utmost perfect graves for the spirits to lie in was… Oddly peaceful for him, even if some would consider him strange for finding such peace in death. “Follower?” Ego’s voice broke the angel from his thoughts, his head wings flapping a little as he turned his head to look at the other knight. Oh how his heart broke when his blank purplish-white eyes gazed upon his lover. Ego looked worried, oh so very worried. Follower didn’t like that look, he didn’t like knowing Ego was upset over him. He leaned forward and hugged onto his boyfriend, closing his eyes and chirping softly as he felt Ego hug him back. This is what Follower needed, this felt nice. Did he really just need to be held? Did he just need someone to hold him and worry about for his stresses to slowly fade? He didn’t know. And quite frankly he didn’t care to figure it out as he buried his face into Ego’s neck, letting out little content chirps and coos as he relaxed in his lover’s arms, feeling Ego slowly move his hand up to one of his wings, fingers moving through his feathers and adjusting the ones that gotten out of whack. Follower really only allowed his father to touch and fix up his wings, but the way Ego so gently fixed his feathers. The way Follower felt a droplet of love with every touch of Ego’s warm fingers against his fluffy feathers just made him warm, made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Ego in general just made him feel that way. The way Ego was attentive towards him, how Ego always seemed ready and willing to drop whatever he was doing to come to his aid, how Follower couldn’t help but smile in his presence. Ego was his everything. The other knight may’ve not been the first demon he’s fallen for, but he knew Ego would be his last. The last and only love he’d ever yearn for. The others didn’t work out. One was already taken by an alternate version of himself and the Ego of his own world shattered him into the smallest pieces he could be. But this Ego? Oh how he loved him so much. So very very much. The angel couldn’t stop himself from adjusting his head, pressing a kiss onto the other knight’s cheek, tail feathers wagging as Ego’s tail began to wag as well, a smile pulling onto the lips of the teal demon. “Do you want to talk about what happened, birdie?” Ego’s question caused the purple demon to flush darkly, his face going back into the other’s neck as his wings folded in on themselves. “Stressed. Unsure as to why.” Short and clipped response, Ego was used to this. He hummed and patted Follower’s back, bringing the other closer in his hold. “Does me being here help at all?” “Yes.” Ego giggled, tail patting against the ground as he kissed the side of Follower’s head. “Do you want to head off your chambers, birdie?” Follower chirped gently and nodded, slowly getting up with the help of his lover. The canine knight locked arms with him, flashing Follower that usual charming smile of his. Follower couldn’t help himself from smiling as well, his smaller and shyer as the pair made their way out of the training area. “Follower?” “Yes?” “I love you. Please never forget that, alright?” “I will not. I love you as well, Egobworder.”

Both knights giggled a little as each other, making their way into the deity of light’s temple and vanishing down a hallway towards the angel’s sleeping chambers. Follower knew what he was in for. And he was excited to experience every moment of it.

[snowflake-sweetheart]

Icebreaker, Hate eraser, Light defender

TW: Minor injury, minor blood The parasite piloted its host towards the temple of light, towards the domain of Illumina. The parasite knew of the deity’s reputation. Being a deity of light, of beauty and nature, of purity. It hated purity, it hated the concept of all things innocent and precious, how they were so weak and fragile, so easy to manipulate and mold into their deepest displeasures. Hatred knew this well, it knew how to take hold of the sweetest and most innocent things and corrupt its mind into something darker, something twisted and vile. That’s what it did with Icedagger, and that’s what it's going to do with Illumina. Using the ice deity’s sweet little voice, it called out. “Big brother! A-Are you home…?” So gentle, so soothing. Icedagger’s voice was a comfort, warm and soft despite being the deity of the frost. No response was given, the parasite called out again. “B-Big brother…?” Light confusion, a little worry lacing the parasite’s tone. That did it, that drew out the avian deity from a room in the distance, the deity’s beautiful whitish-purple wing fluttering slightly, loving smile pulling at the deity’s lips. “Little brother!” He chirped in delight, picking up his robes slightly and hurrying over to what he believed was Icedagger, the false facade had worked. Perfect. The parasite was one step closer to achieving what it came here for. Icedagger giggled, little wings fluttering as he hurried over as well, holding out his small arms and getting embraced by the bigger deity, pulled into Illumina’s loving arms. A sweet embrace, warm and comforting. A happy moment, isn’t it? Illumina lifted the smaller demon, smiling as the parasite wrapped the frost deity’s tiny arms around the other's shoulders, holding onto him and kicking his little legs happily. Icedagger liked being picked up, the parasite discovered this while infesting his mind. The parasite watched its host being carried towards the deity’s bedroom, the gentle swaying of Illumina’s robes and how his hair bounced ever so slightly should’ve been soothing, a gentle thing that Icedagger always took notice of. The parasite noticed too, and it hated it. It hated how sweet and kind Illumina was, how he was born to aid those in distress, aid those in need and at their lowest point. It was disgusted, oh so disgusted. A being like Illumina shouldn’t exist, purity shouldn’t exist. Purity is the roadblock to a more proper world, to one where hatred and anger fueled the masses. They entered the dove deity’s bedroom, the parasite being placed down onto the hammock that Illumina always slept in. It was massive to fit the deity’s size, covered in all sorts of comfortable decorative pillows and a large blanket that was silky soft and colored a delicate purple hue, something similar to lavender. The parasite took note of every little thing within the deity’s room, took note of the route that was taken to get there. This wasn’t the room the parasite needed, it needed the hidden room, the room filled to the brim with the deity’s sacred healing waters. It needed the Pearl Pool. It wanted to taint the world with spite and bile, fill it to the brim with all that’s dark and disgusting. But here it was, watching the deity move about the space and chatter away, it wasn’t really picking up on what he was saying, it knew the deity wouldn’t be mad if Icedagger hadn’t been really paying attention either. Icedagger was the type to get distracted easily. Illumina chirped out words and phrases, chattering away about what’s happened recently to him. Something about making new friends, getting a pet cat and… Something about gender? Ugh, the parasite didn’t care. It used the deity’s pretty little sapphire eyes to follow the other’s movements, the deity’s light steps and how his feathers seemed to shine when the light hit them just right.

Such a pure being. A pure and honest being. Someone who simply wants to help others out and be a guardian angel. Hatred hated it, it hated it oh so much. The parasite moved its host body, sliding down from the hammock and silently approached the deity of light while he wasn’t paying attention. It couldn’t wait any longer, it was going to take it. Whether Illumina was going to give it willingly or not. Feathers flew into the air as a massive icicle ripped out from the ground and sliced through the deity’s soft flesh, shimmering blood coating its tip as the deity stumbled back and squawked out in fear, spinning around with wide eyes. “I-Icedagger?!” His voice cracked, wing trembling slightly as he backed up more. He didn’t know what was going on, why was Icedagger attacking him? Another icicle. And another and another. Icicle after icicle ripped out from the ground, some of them barely missing the deity of light by mere INCHES as he shuffled around, desperate to escape. He was starting to feel like a caged bird, trapped within bars of a frozen prison. “Icedagger” approached, a flash of red moving across “his” eyes. “Have you realized it yet?” That sweet voice, tone laced with malice. Illumina was confused, his fear-riddled brain taking a moment to process what was going on before it finally clicked. It hit him like a truck. “You’re-” “I’m not Icedagger… It took people so long to realize I wasn’t their precious little frost moth… Their PURE and SWEET little baby…” Another icicle broke through the ground and caused the deity to whine out in pain as it pierced his wing, some of his feathers to fell down into a heap and little droplets of blood stain the perfectly polished floor. Illumina didn’t have his sword on him, but even if he did, could he really attack his own brother? It wasn’t Icedagger, he knew that now, but it was still his body. Could he muster up the strength to hurt him? “Why- Why are you doing this? Why- Who are you? Why are you using my brother’s body to hurt people? To hurt me?” The deity was trying to think of a way to get himself out, his eyes searching for a gap within the circle of icicles. But there was none. This creature, whoever it was, knew what it was doing. It knew it could trap the deity while his guard was down, encase him and keep him exactly where it wanted him. This was bad, really bad.

“Who am I…?” The parasite began with a smile. “I’m the thing that lurks within the deepest depths of everyone’s subconscious. I am the parasite that people try to bury. I am Hatred. I came all this way to find you, Illumina. Deity of light. Deity of beauty. Deity of purity….” The parasite spit that last word, nothing but venom lacing every single word it spoke. “I latched onto your little brother with the knowledge he’d be the easiest to manipulate… And it worked. It worked to get me in here. To get me closer to you… And now…”

The parasite lifted up Icedagger’s arm, a massive icicle to appearing within the air, sharp tip pointed down towards the deity’s head. “I know you deities can’t die. And it makes me despise you more. I desire you dead and rotting, your corpse the perfect vessel for me to control. But I can’t have that then I’ll weaken you until you can’t fight-”

“HATRED!”

Illumina and Hatred snapped their heads to the voice of Ghostwalker, the deity’s semi-transparent wings stretched out to their full length and sword gripped tightly within his gloved hand. Illumina chirped in fear, moving towards the wall of icicles. “Ghostwalker! You’ll get hurt! Please do not intervene, dear brother!” Ghostwalker ignored Illumina’s cries and rushed over, standing between the circle of icicles and the parasite. Despite his lack of eyes, one could sense the anger that pulsed through him, sharp and pointed like the blade gripped tightly within his hand.

Hatred scoffed, a small laugh escaping it. It didn’t sound like how it wanted it to be, Icedagger's voice was too sweet and pure for that. It hated it, but it needed this body to finish what it started. And it wasn’t going to let Ghostwalker get in the way. “You finally figured out who I inhabited, Ghostwalker… But are you really going to do anything? Are you willing to hurt your baby brother to stop me?”

Ghostwalker stood tall, x eyes peering over his glasses. He silently raised his blade and pointed the tip towards the parasite, the outline of the ghostly tip flickering slightly. “You underestimate my blade, Hatred. You don’t know the full extent of what it can do.” Hatred paused at that, making Icedagger squint his eyes. The parasite wanted to bite back, mock Ghostwalker for assuming it wasn’t knowledgeable enough about the blade that’s kept it prisoner for thousands of years, but Ghostwalker spoke up before it could.

“My blade will not injure my brother.” A shockwave ripped through the parasite, causing its form to separate from Icedagger’s body as it was skewered onto the tip of the ghostly portion. “For my blade does not bleed.” Icedagger fell to his knees, the icicle crashing down beside him and shattering against the floor. Hatred couldn’t speak, its body twitching as it was pulled into the blade, the ghostly tip changing from white to a pale red. It was trapped again. Trapped and forced into submission by the deity of the spirits.

Shatter after shatter rang out as Illumina’s icy prison fell before him, bits of icicles decorating his bedroom floor, allowing the deity to escape and rush over to the unconscious Icedagger, picking up the smaller deity’s body and holding him close. Ghostwalker lowered his blade and turned, staring down at his brothers.

How could he have let this happen?

[stargazers-paradise]

Dancing With The Stars

Star was seated on the rim of the fountain within the palace's garden, the gently splashing of the water flowing into the base combined with the intergalactic winds was soothing to the prince, some of unintentional lullaby the prince would listen to. The palace's garden was massive, bordered by milky white walls and golden-colored gates, cobblestone pathing running through its lengths and stopping at each entry point. Towering trees, vibrant flowers and fluffy bushes covered every visible inch. Leaves, flower petals and blades of grass swaying alongside the winds. The prince sat there, eyes closed and drinking in the sounds around him, taking in the sensations that washed over him. That was until his tail perked up, catching the sound of faint little clicks against the cobblestone path. Familiar clicks at that. Star's eyes opened, head turning and a smile decorating his face once he saw who was there. Follower, his beloved. The knight stood there, stoic-faced and hand resting on the handle of his sword. Star waved a little, earning a small coo from the knight who moved forward, standing beside the fountain where the prince sat, head tilting to lock eyes with him. Star got up and took ahold of Follower's free hand, interlocking fingers with his fiancé. The pair stood there, a comfortable silence washing over them before an idea popped into Star's head. He hummed, which caught the angel's attention, making him tilt his head in slight confusion. Star being silent wasn't a bad thing or anything if you asked Follower, but he was curious to know what was going on in that head of his. "Follower?" Star began, a smile decorating his face once more. "Have you ever danced before, angel?" Follower paused at that, looking away and taking a moment to think before looking back down at the other with a shake of his head. Star's eyes, despite being covered by his signature mask, lit up with excitement.

Star grabbed Follower's hand, making the angel lose hold of his blade as the prince dragged them a little way away from the fountain, giving them some more room to work with. "Starlight- I don't know how to-" "It's okay. You don't need to know how to. Just follow my lead, okay?" Follower nodded, keeping his hold on Star's hands before the prince pulled him closer, placing the angel's hands on specific spots of prince's body. Follower blinked, watching in both confusion and curiosity. Star situated his own hands and flashes a smile. "Just follow me, okay?" An unsteady dance begun. Follower, admittedly, was a little clumsy with this, not exactly knowing where to place his feet or where to move his body, simply letting Star guide him. Slowly but surely the dance evened out, the two falling into a steady rhythm and pace. Stiff awkward movements soon became smooth as Star guided his lover through, smiling as he noticed Follower understanding and being able to match with him. Stars shined above, planets decorated the sky, an audience for a music-less performance of a pair of lovers. The winds jostled the prince's hair and wavered through the angel's feathers. Step by step, they continued. Step by step, the dance continued. That was until Follower lost his footing a little, causing the pair to tumble backwards and fall into one of the many patches of wildflowers. Bodies collided with soft earth and bushy flowers. Follower flushed, a bubble of worry welling up inside of his chest. Shit, had he ruined the moment with his clumsiness? Was Star hurt? Was- The bubble popped as a sweet sound greeted the angel's ears. It was Star's laughter. Follower turned his head to look at the prince, watching as the blue prince rolled over with a smile plastered across his face, shoulders bouncing slightly as he continued his little giggle fit. A quiet shuffle and Star moved closer, lips meeting one another in a quick yet loving kiss. Follower's wings puffed out slightly, color kissing his cheeks and a smile displayed on his face. "I love you, angel." "I love you too, starlight..."

[questionable-idea]

When you go outside for the first time in a bit and you get pushed around by the wind it's like a large dog that's happy to see you again

[novel--notes]

Sometimes the quietest love is the loudest.

[microphone-idol]

My Sunshine

Valk. Microphone. Mic. Whatever name you call him, he’ll always be Boom’s little ray of sunshine, his baby bat and all of the other disgustingly cute nicknames the green DJ has come up for him. His favorite idol, a close friend and music partner of his, all of the moments he spent with the idol, being able to sit down and chat, collab on music with him and his brother. All of those sweet moments, all that could’ve been ripped away from the two of them had that one night gone different. If Valk hadn’t got shot in the leg, if Valk hadn’t escaped. Boom didn’t like thinking about it, but sometimes he couldn’t really help himself. He remembered that day so fucking clearly and it hurt. It hurt so badly. How Valk, in full fear, explained to Boom what happened, how the yellow idol could’ve died that night if he hadn’t managed to get away. How Boom impulsively grabbed him and kissed him right on the lips, the hardest kiss he’s ever given and received. But honestly? That was the best fucking impulsive decision he’s ever made. Now he was here, lying in a small grassy patch of earth within Playground with his head resting on his now fiancé’s lap, visor off and hooked onto his shirt as he stared up at the love of his life. Boom remembers being so obsessed with him, going to his concerts, getting all of the merch he could of the yellow idol and having a little secret stash of it. Which Valk had accidentally found much to Boom’s embarrassment, but at least Valk wasn’t weirded out by it or anything, so he counted it as a win and moved the stash at a later date. “Teddy bear?” A sweet voice and a gentle tap on the forehead broke Boom free from his thoughts, from the lovestruck trance he was in.  He cocked his head slightly and waited for Valk to say whatever he needed to say. Valk just giggled and leaned down, pressing a sweet little kiss onto Boom’s forehead and causing the DJ’s tail to wag with delight. He loved Valk, he loved Valk so much. He loved how soft and sweet his lips were, the way Valk’s soft skin would brush against his own sent all sorts of sensations through his body. Ones he loved, ones he couldn’t live without nowadays. Boom reached over and grabbed Valk’s hand, intertwining their fingers and resting their hands atop of his chest, right over where his heart was. Valk giggled again and pressed another kiss onto Boom’s forehead, gentle squeals of delight escaping his throat as he squeezed his lover’s hand. This was nice, this made the stresses of the real world melt away, leaving the two of them in their own little universe. At least that’s what Boom thought. That the whole world could vanish and leave him alone with his baby bat, leave him and Valk alone with the sun dancing behind the idol’s head, making it look like a little halo of some sorts. His angel. “Mic?” Boom started, grabbing the idol’s attention as he was just about to plant another kiss onto his dark skin. “Do you know how much I love you, Mic? It’s a lot. Like… A lot a lot. More than I could like- Y’kn0w- Express normally? If that makes sense…” God, that sounded so damn cringey now that he said it, his cheeks heating up as Valk stared down at him, a sweet little smile tugging onto the corners of his mouth. “I love you too, Boom. I love you a whole fuckin’ bunch!” He leans down and hugs onto Boom tightly, knocking his horns against his fiancé’s. Boom smiled and adjusted himself a little, sitting himself up and hugging onto Valk as well. This was nice. This felt right. He was happy. Happy in his own little world with his little ray of sunshine.

[ifyougiveuptoday]

going to college for writing to fulfill my true purpose: writing planes fire and rescue fanfiction

[windy-trickster]

OUGH. Sooooo.... Decided to do this myself :3c

In order:

@wormstuck @ketchfantrolls @jaded-daydream

@knavestrolls @ase-trollplays @miks-fantrolls

@lashysdomain @memurfevur

Fuck you *shitty doodles your fantrolls

[dove-conductor]

A Deal Is Done

Blackrock. A place that the conductor really didn’t want to be in again. Although he was here for a reason, walking through the two with two Playgrounder knights standing at his sides. The conductor was bundled up, his feathers puffed out to keep himself as warm as possible. Both knights seemed to be dressed up from the freezing Blackrockian climate. In front of them was a familiar figure, the one who had originally led Egg to where the exorcist’s cathedral was. The knights remained silent but on guard, their weapons drawn in preparation for a fight if one were to break out, Egg didn’t see that being a possibility. Despite the exorcist’s reputation, Egg knew this man wasn’t going to hurt him, that he wasn’t going to hurt the Playgrounder knights. Tensions were high and the conductor could tell, but he kept himself calm. All that needed to be done was a simple trade. Once the group arrived at the cathedral, a certain reddish-pink exorcist alongside several of his cult members, were waiting outside of the cathedral. Egg’s eyes traveled to the exorcist’s form, scanning his appearance and what he could see of his expression. Egg saw that smile within the exorcist’s singular eye. Some of the cult members shifted away, going back within the shadows before coming back out with the jester held within their grasps. Egg would’ve felt some kind of pity for the jester, seeing him all tied up and tired looking, clothing torn and wounds being visible on parts of his body. But he didn’t. He felt nothing but hatred and anger even if he didn’t outwardly express it. A silence swept over the group, both parties staring at each other before the exorcist’s voice piped up. “Weeeeeeell?” He smiled behind his gas mask, little wings wagging in anticipation. He knew what the conductor had and he wanted it. He wanted it so badly. Egg held up his hand, pointing towards the jester. “Give him to us first then you’ll get what you want.” The exorcist let out a small hiss as he straightened his back, lifting an arm up and snapping his fingers. The cult members moved past their exorcist, bringing the jester over silently. The knights stepped forward, grabbing the criminal and bringing him into their hold. Egg chirped, getting the attention of one of the cultists. The conductor reached into his massive fluffy coat, rummaging around before pulling out a small folder. He held it out, watching as the cultist took it before hurrying back to the exorcist. Exor grabbed the folder from his cultist and opened it, tail wagging happily. Yes! The hymns he wanted! He closed the folder and held it close, that smile in his eye only widening with glee! “Playground thanks you for your assistance, exorcist. We shall be going now.” And with that, the conductor and the knights turned away from the cathedral with the jester in hand, making their way through the winter-kissed kingdom without another word. The exorcist chuckled and turned, heading back into his cathedral with a bit of a pep in his steps, his cultists and Seraph following silently behind.