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moeitsu · 6 months ago

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Logan Howlett (Wolverine) Headcanons -`♡´-

This is my first time making head canons, and I wanted to keep them sweet and endearing since our boy has been through too much in his very-very long life. As someone who's read a majority of the X-Men comics, I hope you find these true to his character! Enjoy :)

(I got so carried away with this)

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Logan may not say "I love you" often, but he shows it through small, constant touches—a hand on the back, a gentle squeeze of the shoulder, or simply holding hands.

Not a fan of explicit PDA, but will always touch you/stay close in public.

Tough exterior, but when it comes to his partner, he’s an overprotective softie. He’ll insist on walking them home, even if they can take care of themselves.

He can be extremely chivalrous too, always holding open the door for you.

Expresses his love through acts of service. He’ll fix things around the house without being asked, make breakfast before his partner wakes up, or leave a steaming cup of coffee on the counter with a note.

He's always leaving you little love notes if when leaves the house before you or knows he won't be home till late.

Though he pretends to hate it, Logan is a sucker for slow dancing in the kitchen at night, especially if it’s to an old blues or country song.

Any excuse to hold you close to him.

Logan values trust more than anything. Given how many times he’s been betrayed or manipulated, knowing someone trusts him, and that he can trust them in return, is what makes him feel truly loved and secure.

When sharing a bed, Logan always sleeps closest to the door—just in case someone comes through it. It’s a subconscious protective habit.

Always gets better rest with he's sleeping with his partner. The nightmares become less frequent when he's in their arms.

Heaven on earth is when you fall asleep on top of him. Your weight is extremely comforting.

He is incredibly careful with his strength, especially in intimate moments. He’s always conscious of not hurting his partner, and his gentleness with you is something he prides himself on.

I think it would take some convincing for him to be a rough with you. He's a dominant lover for sure, but he doesn't take pleasure in harming his partner.

Logan is an old soul and loves traditional romantic gestures—writing letters, giving flowers, and going for long walks. He may not be vocal about it, but his sincerity shines through.

Actually writes really beautiful poetry but NOBODY will ever read it. The words will die with him...if he ever dies.

God, I just know he is a secret romantic. This is so canon to me.

Tends to murmur endearments in his partner’s ear when they’re alone, things like "darlin’" or "sweetheart," in a tone so low and rough it gives them goosebumps.

Heavy on whispered praises in bed, so low its like he's speaking directly into your mind.

Never, ever forgets a birthday or an anniversary. This goes for all his friends.

Logan is the person everyone goes to when they need to spill their secrets. He never judges, just listens, and gives advice when it’s needed. His friends know their secrets are safe with him.

He's secretly a huge gossip and loves to hear about the young mutants drama. He'll act annoyed but he's listening to every word.

He may not be the most social, but he’s fiercely loyal to his friends. If they’re in trouble, he’s the first to show up, no questions asked.

Incredible memory for his friends’ favorite drinks. When they meet up at a bar, he’ll have everyone’s order ready before they even sit down.

Logan knows when someone needs to talk and when they just need company. He’s the type to sit quietly beside a friend, sharing a drink or a cigar, letting them know they’re not alone.

Perfectly content with sitting in companionable silence for hours.

He’s surprisingly good at cooking, and loves to feed his friends. It’s one of the few domestic things he takes pride in, and he finds peace in the routine of it.

Never breaks a promise, no matter how small. If he says he’ll do it, whether it’s fixing something for you or showing up for a drink, he does it.

Logan brings back small souvenirs from missions for his partner, whether it's a pretty rock he found in a river bed, a flower pressed into his notebook, or a feather tucked into his jacket.

It's his way of saying "I was thinking of you while I was away"

Has a shoebox full of old polaroid's of his long-gone friends. He rarely looks at them, but keeps them to feel connected to those he's lost.

Also writes letters to his dead friends and keeps them in the box as well. It helps him process his grief.

Loves the smell and feel of old books. He can often be found in second-hand bookstores (or Xavier's library), running his fingers over the spines and flipping through the pages just to take in the scent.

Old!Logan needs reading glasses but is too stubborn to admit it. He’ll wear them when he’s alone, grumbling about how small the print is getting these days.

Has a soft spot for classic cartoons like "Looney Tunes." If he’s flipping channels and catches one, he’ll stop and watch, chuckling at the slapstick humor.

Logan is not a morning person. He’s grumpy before his first cup of coffee, and everyone knows to give him space until he’s had it.

"I CAN'T GIRLBOSS WITHOUT MY COFFEE"

He is a creature of habit, and he always orders the same meal at his favorite diners—usually steak, eggs, and a black coffee. The waitstaff know his order by heart.

Logan has a way with animals, even the ones that are usually skittish or aggressive. It’s like they sense he’s one of them, and they naturally trust him.

Modern day disney princess lookin' ass

Logan pretends to hate puns, but deep down, he finds them hilarious. If someone cracks a particularly bad one, he’ll groan, but there’s always a hint of a smile on his face.

*cough cough* I'm looking at you Wade

Ridiculously competitive at board games. Especially Monopoly and Scrabble. He’ll argue over the rules and demand a rematch if he loses.

When Logan is working on something mechanical, like fixing a motorcycle or sharpening his claws, he has a habit of whistling old tunes from the 1940s.

Guilty pleasure for musicals.

I had to put that in I'm sorry...

Has a small collection of vintage lighters from all the places he’s traveled. He likes the look and feel of a good lighter in his hand.

Keeps a collection of old dog tags from the wars he’s fought in. He doesn’t wear them but keeps them as a reminder.

Also has a small but growing collection of "World’s Best" mugs—like "World’s Best Dad," "World’s Best Boss," etc. He picks them up when traveling.

He likes the irony of it, because he would never describe himself as the "World's Best" of anything.

Logan loves the sound of old vinyl records. He has a small collection of blues, jazz, and country albums that he listens to when he wants to unwind.

Secretly believes in superstitions. Like always knocking on wood or avoiding walking under ladders. He knows it’s irrational, but after living as long as he has, he figures it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Hopeless with modern technology. He’s constantly asking for help with his phone, and he’s convinced that A.I. is out to get him.

He’s also been known to tap the screen harder when it doesn’t work, as if that will fix the problem.

Despite everything he’s been through, Logan believes in giving people a second chance. He knows what it’s like to be lost, to make mistakes, and to want to start over. He’s patient with those who are trying to better themselves and is willing to help them find their way.

Logan is a natural born leader.

And he deserves a life full of peace, love, and happiness

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk!!

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sweet-as-an-angel · 2 years ago

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hello ! i loved ur hcs for ghost x innocent reader sm, what do you think of könig x innocent reader? love ur writing ♡

König w/ an Innocent S/O

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Overprotective König, Rizzed-Out König, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

There is nothing König won’t do for you.

Your overall calm, kind demeanour brings him peace he’s never known before.

And because of that – because he adores you beyond measure – he can get very…protective.

He often treats you as more fragile than you actually are.

Horror film playing in the background while you’re talking ? It’s getting switched off.

A picture of someone exposing a shoulder in a swimsuit catalogue? It’s getting thrown into a fire.

A pair of your own underwear left unattended next to the wash bin? König’s stuffing it into the bottom of the basket.

There comes a point where you have to tell him that, yes, while you may be a little naïve, even a bit oblivious, you’re not stupid.

And, as best he can, König treats you as you want to be treated, which is to say not as if you are a nigh-extinct species of flower.

And, given this new ‘power’ as such – this permission to show you the less rounded edges of life – König begins to have some rather self-serving ideas.

Regardless of if you like horror films or not, König will use it against you.

He’ll test your stomach for terror, putting something frightening on whenever you’re having date night to see if you’ll cling to him.

And if you do, irrespective of whether you fear what’s happening on-screen or not, his soul will ascend.

He can die happy when you hold on to him, nuzzling into his side while quietly asking him to “Hold me, Köni. Please.”

Makes him feel all big and important.

Wear his clothes around him, my God–

First time he saw you in his hoodie – after an impromptu visit from the Rain God made your original outfit unusable – he literally did a double-take.

He dropped the plate he was washing, grasped at it as it slipped between his soap-frothed fingers.

He just punched it into the sink, heard something crack, and turned his attention to you. And only you.

“I– You–” König couldn’t even form a full sentence as you stared at him, half-peeking from behind the door.

“You look…” He racked every file, folder and confine of his mind for anything to describe how he felt right now, how you made him feel.

It just came out as a strangled noise. And, smiling, you hurried into his arms.

You didn’t mind that they were soapy and wet. And neither did König.

Though, the only reason he didn’t was because his brain was so positively fried that he quite literally could think of nothing else except you.

The longer you’ve been dating, the more comfortable König becomes with being rougher with you, shall we say.

It all starts when you start doing things you never did before.

Like letting your hands slip lower beneath his waist, resting on his hips; Sitting on his lap when there are no other spaces available – and then eventually when there are seats available; saying his name like that – “Köni,” when you need help.

“I just can’t do it all by myself. I need someone big and strong to do it for me.”

And, regardless of how sincere you sound when you say it, regardless of how you bat your eyelashes and plump your lips when you look up at him, König is far too whipped to say no.

At first, König genuinely doesn’t think you’re doing it intentionally.

And neither do you, until you see the effect it has on him.

Making his cheeks flush and a pillow find its way to his lap when he sits on the sofa, your head placed precariously close to the growing issue between his legs.

Now, König isn’t the type to go throwing accusations around.

But when he catches you wearing his favourite hoodie, balancing on the edge of the kitchen counter to reach something placed on top of the cabinets (and I don’t mean the top shelf; I mean on TOP of the cabinets – like when you’re hiding a Christmas gift), your underwear peeking just below the hem, he can’t take it.

He knows what you’re doing.

And now that you’ve let onto him, with your doe eyes and your exasperated “Köni, I need you–” he’s gone. Snapped.

Just because you’re “innocent” doesn’t mean you’re exempt from König’s wrath.

To put it plainly, König didn’t seem so shy or frightful of damaging that night as he pinned you to the wall and took you for the first time <3

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retroaria · 6 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡ …Love, Love, Love… ₊˚⊹♡

blue lock boys and how they’d describe their love for you!

cw: dramatic descriptions of affection, i think maybe there is a bit of implied personality for all of them, but honestly i’m sure you’re all lovely ppl and will still resonate with it!!

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 🪽 -aria | isagi, bachira, kaiser

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚

𝜗𝜚 Isagi Yoichi

One day Isagi realized that if he could spend the rest of his life in the gentleness and warmth of your presence, he doesn’t think he could ever be truly unhappy. Then, as if his last thought had been the missing piece to why his heart burned so hard for you, he realized he was in love with you. Humans are human, he knows this. He knows that there’s no such thing as a perfect person, no one who could truly do no wrong, and he uses this to justify his boundless admiration of you.

He doesn’t care if it’s unfair to see you as the exception, the only person who genuinely is perfect. He knows he isn’t, but here you are, allowing him to bask in your grace. Every word you say and every action you take has a lighthearted nuance to it, an irrefutable sense of joy, it pulls him in until all he can see when he looks at you is a literal angel. When Isagi realized he was in love with you, he swore he would do everything in his power, for the rest of his life, to protect the ethereal light that showers over you, so long as he could bask in it alongside you. Your peace, your happiness, your sense of wonder, he wanted to watch it all flourish forever and ever. And so, he follows your lead, he listens when you speak, he validates your purpose, and he lets you be exactly who you are and who you want to be. Nothing has to change for him, he knows he can’t get any better than perfect.

𝜗𝜚 Bachira Meguru

When Bachira and you first started dating, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of acceptance that had once been so foreign to him. It felt as though you and all your love for him had encased his mind, body, and soul in a world he had never known before. After some time, Bachira realized that it was your world he had been consumed by. A world devoid of cruelty and all the things he had not yet forgiven, though now, maybe he could. If every moment of his life lead him on the path where one day he would stumble into your universe of love and light, he would endure it all again a million times over, knowing he’d come out the other end happier than ever.

He submits to you in a way that is wholly transparent. Bachira gives you all of him, never faltering in insecurity or shame like he may have before. He can’t help but flutter when you commend him for being so himself around you. How could you not see it? How could you hold the key to the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him and still be so blissfully unaware? It’s adorable, he decides. A testament of your undeniable benevolence and tenderness towards him. He’ll spend the rest of his life thanking you for letting him into your world, where he could unfold before you and be loved as he is.

𝜗𝜚 Michael Kaiser

Kaiser had taken you for naive when you first met, he thinks about it now and curses himself for his arrogance. What if he had let your love pass him by? If memory serves him right, he was a shell. A cold, shitty shell of a man guarding the heart of a boy that never was. It was pathetic, truly, but you never seemed to think so. There was who Kaiser saw himself as deep down, and who he knew others saw him as. The two may have been different in regard to their perspectives, but they both concluded the same thing; he was an asshole.

But you were a deviator. You took every word he said and every terrible thing he did as a reflection of all he’d ever known, you saw him in a completely different light. “Michael, why won’t you let me in?” those words still make him dizzy to this day. It was a loaded question, one that you weren’t afraid to ask. It provided him with a new piece, an unexplored path. And so, he let you in, giving you the chance to turn all he’d ever known on its head, and teach him something new. There was what Kaiser thought he knew about himself, and what others thought they knew about him, but then, there was what you fully understood about him. Which then turned into all the things you loved about him, things that he hadn’t ever seen in himself. You didn’t change him, you embraced him. Your embrace was so tight that it cracked the shell he hid within and let your love seep in. He realized he wanted to stay in that embrace forever, and it became clear that he loved you.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚

i got a little lazy with kaisers at the end i’m sorry 😞 this would’ve been too much to do a lot of characters in one post so if you want to see this prompt with other characters please request and i will do them!!! MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN ❤️

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚

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honeymilktea-444 · 1 month ago

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🕊️ What affirmations does your spirit need to hear right now? 🕊️

Hi my babies! Take a deep breath in and out and choose whatever pile/number/picture you’re drawn to. Take what resonates and leave the rest. Enjoy! 🌸💖🫶🏾🧸🧚🏾‍♀️🪽🌸

🕊️ Pile 1 🕊️

• strength •

Hi pile 1 babies, the affirmations below are what your soul/spirit needs to hear at this time. Repeat them daily when you wake up to start your day, before you go to bed and throughout the day whenever you may need it. 🤎

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♡ I am resilient, and my inner strength empowers me to face any challenge with grace.

♡ I trust in my ability to navigate adversity with compassion and wisdom.

♡ I embrace my vulnerabilities, knowing they are part of my power.

♡ I am calm and centered, handling each moment with patience and understanding.

♡ I am capable of overcoming obstacles, and each experience strengthens me.

♡ My courage grows as I honor my emotions and respond with kindness to myself.

♡ I trust my intuition and allow my inner power to guide me through uncertainty.

♡ I am connected to my inner lion, fearless, yet gentle in my approach to life.

♡ Each breath I take fills me with the strength to move forward with grace and peace.

♡ I am capable of transforming fear into wisdom and using it to grow stronger.

♡ I honor my journey and trust that every challenge strengthens my spirit.

♡ I have the courage to remain calm in the face of adversity, knowing peace resides within me.

♡ I am the master of my emotions, guiding them with compassion and wisdom.

♡ I trust that my inner strength is enough to guide me through any storm.

♡ I am patient with myself, knowing that true strength comes from within and unfolds in its own time.

♡ I embrace my power with humility, using it to nurture and protect myself and others.

♡ I release fear and trust in the infinite strength that flows within me.

♡ I am fearless in the face of challenges, knowing I am capable of overcoming anything.

♡ My heart is strong, and I trust it to guide me with love and wisdom.

♡ I am at peace with my strength, using it not to dominate, but to heal and uplift.

🕊️ Pile 2 🕊️

• the sun •

Hi pile 2 babies, the affirmations below are what your soul/spirit needs to hear at this time. Repeat them daily when you wake up to start your day, before you go to bed and throughout the day whenever you may need it. 🤎

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♡ I deserve happiness and to be happy. I am doing nothing wrong by being happy, and choosing my happiness over everything.

♡ I radiate positivity and joy, embracing the light within me.

♡ I am connected to the warmth and vitality of the sun, which fills me with energy and hope.

♡ Each day is a new opportunity for growth, healing, and happiness.

♡ I trust in the clarity of the path ahead, knowing that I am guided by the light of truth.

♡ I embrace the fullness of life with open arms, knowing that all is unfolding for my highest good.

♡ I am worthy of love, abundance, and all the blessings that the universe offers me.

♡ My heart is full of light and love, and I share it freely with the world.

♡ I am grounded in the present moment, basking in the warmth of my own joy.

♡ I release any negativity and invite pure, radiant energy into my life.

♡ My inner light shines brightly, illuminating my path and those of others around me.

♡ I am grateful for the clarity that surrounds me and the peace it brings to my soul.

♡ I embrace all of my achievements, knowing that I deserve every success and blessing.

♡ I welcome new beginnings with confidence, knowing that I am supported by the sun’s energy.

♡ I am open to receiving all the love, joy, and abundance that the universe has to offer.

♡ I trust in the divine timing of my life, knowing everything is unfolding as it should.

♡ I celebrate my uniqueness and the light I bring into the world.

♡ I find healing in the presence of sunlight, allowing it to recharge and renew my spirit.

♡ I honor my journey and the progress I’ve made, knowing I am always moving toward greater happiness.

♡ I trust that everything I need to thrive is already within me, illuminated by the light of the sun.

🕊️Pile 3 🕊️

• the emperor •

Hi pile 3 babies, the affirmations below are what your soul/spirit needs to hear at this time. Repeat them daily when you wake up to start your day, before you go to bed and throughout the day whenever you may need it. 🤎

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♡ I am a powerful force of stability and order in my life.

♡ I embrace my role as a wise and compassionate leader.

♡ I trust in my decisions and the path I am creating.

♡ I am grounded, rooted in purpose, and centered in my truth.

♡ I have the strength and discipline to overcome any challenge.

♡ I am confident in my ability to manifest my goals and dreams.

♡ My authority comes from love, clarity, and wisdom.

♡ I honor my boundaries and create healthy structures in my life.

♡ I lead with integrity and empower others through my actions.

♡ I am the architect of my future, and I build it with intention.

♡ I trust that the foundation I lay today will support me for years to come.

♡ I am a pillar of strength and support for those I care about.

♡ I confidently navigate my responsibilities with focus and discipline.

♡ I am aligned with my higher purpose and make decisions with confidence.

♡ I nurture my inner wisdom and trust my intuitive guidance.

♡ I stand tall in my authority, knowing I am capable of achieving anything.

♡ I release all fear of failure, knowing my strength comes from my resilience.

♡ I am at peace with my power, using it to create balance and harmony.

♡ I embrace my leadership role, trusting in my ability to guide others.

♡ I walk forward with unwavering confidence, creating stability in all areas of my life.

🕊️ Pile 4 🕊️

• the empress •

Hi pile 4 babies, the affirmations below are what your soul/spirit needs to hear at this time. Repeat them daily when you wake up to start your day, before you go to bed and throughout the day whenever you may need it. 🤎

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♡ I am a radiant source of love, abundance, and creativity.

♡ I honor and nourish my body, mind, and spirit with care and compassion.

♡ I trust in the natural flow of life and allow myself to receive all that I deserve.

♡ My creativity flows effortlessly, bringing forth beauty and inspiration.

♡ I embrace the fertile energy within me, ready to manifest my desires.

♡ I am a nurturing presence, fostering growth and healing in myself and others.

♡ I trust in the wisdom of my intuition, which guides me to abundance.

♡ I am deserving of all the blessings life has to offer, and I welcome them with open arms.

♡ I create a loving and supportive environment for myself and those I care about.

♡ I honor my emotions and allow myself to feel and express freely.

♡ My life is a reflection of the love, abundance, and beauty I cultivate within.

♡ I radiate peace, love, and harmony in all my relationships.

♡ I nurture my dreams and give them the care they need to flourish.

♡ I trust in the process of growth and change, knowing I am always evolving.

♡ I am deeply connected to the earth and its abundant energy.

♡ I honor my feminine energy, celebrating both my softness and strength.

♡ I am at peace with the cycles of life, trusting that each phase brings its own gifts.

♡ I release all self-doubt and embrace the limitless potential within me.

♡ I am a channel for abundance, allowing prosperity to flow freely into my life.

♡ I am deeply grateful for the beauty and richness that surrounds me every day.

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lyneira · 2 years ago

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♡ forced to share a bed ♡

-> when you're forced to share a bed with them, how do the twst boys sleep?

fluff/mainly crack

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

The type that sleeps far away but wakes up clinging to you

Azul, Rollo, Sebek, Epel, Deuce

They'll make it a point to sleep the farthest distance from you, not because he doesn't like you, but because this situation makes him nervous. He finally to sleep next to his crush? Lord, somebody go save him from the overwhelming excitement and nervousness he's feeling right now

When he wakes up, he'll realize he's feeling all warm and snug as he's clinging onto something that soothes him. That, being you, which he'll realize after noticing your arm atop of his as they were wrapped around your waist and his face was nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

I can see this going two ways. He'll either decide to stay there, albeit feeling both flustered and ecstatic as if he won the lottery. With your arm resting on top of his, did you like this too? Did you want him to hold you? The hope of this would keep him clinging on.

OR they'll end up retracting their arms and turning away immediately out of nervousness, embarrassment, and an 'OH MY GOSH' running through their head. They might also end up accidentally pushing you off the bed in the process LOL

Can't sleep at all

Idia, Malleus, Riddle, Rook

I see Riddle and Idia not being able to sleep also because they're nervous and feel a bit awkward having to be in the situation too. It's just so...intimate. They can hear your breathing, they can sense the warmth radiating from your skin, and when they turn over, they can see your lovely face. Wasn't this the type of thing he'd be able to experience if he woke up with you everyday? He didn't know if he had the right to experience all of this, he wasn't your lover just yet, after all. But oh, how he dearly wanted to be.

In Malleus' and Rook's case, they wouldn't be able to sleep because they'd spend the whole night staring at your sleeping face, take this wonderful opportunity to observe and admire it all the want. I hope you don't wake up facing him. Otherwise, you'll wake up to see his eyes wide open, looking deeply into your soul *insert "AWOOP- JUMPSCARE" tiktok sound*

they'll even hit you with a "good morning, sleepyhead" even though clearly, they were the ones who were sleepy with dark circles around their eyes from having stayed up all night. They'd think it was all worth it tho

Sleeps, no problem

Ace, Leona, Vil

They frankly don't really care if you're sleeping next to them, they'd sleep pretty soundly. They'll probably only have a problem if you move a lot in your sleep or snore loudly lol.

Also sleeps soundly

Cater, Lilia, Neige

They'll be able to sleep easily, but before they do, they'll be full of happiness and excitement in being able to sleep next to you. They'll inch their bodies closer to you, but won't get so close that they touch you, not without your permission anyway. It's just that they want to hug you so badly. They want to hold you in their sleep. If you happen to flip over and lay a limb on them, they'd honestly be happy with that too.

Moves around a lot

Floyd, Che'nya, Kalim, Ruggie

Good luck sleeping next to them because these boys are moving around nearly every minute as they sleep. They're gonna have their bodies splayed out one second, then be clinging to you the next. Will probably have a leg or an arm on you through 80% of the night. It may all be unintentional or intentional, who really knows? They might snore too, and I see them snoring LOUDLY. Rip

For Floyd, I can see him extending his leg too far out that it both hits you and quite literally kicks you out of the bed LOL. You'll be pissed but he'll be sleeping without a care in the world, not realizing what he's done

Insists on sleeping separately

Jack, Jamil, Silver

I see them wanting to sleep separately from you, even sleeping on the floor if they have to. They want a peaceful night's rest with little to no disturbances, and he believes he'll find that if he sleeps alone. They want you to have a good sleep too, and so he thinks this would be the best option to take.

Sleeps very still

Trey, Jade

These dudes are by far the most peaceful to sleep with. They're very quiet and they don't move around a lot, if at all. It'll be as if they weren't even there, haha. They're considerate of you too, ensuring that you have enough of the blanket and that you have enough comfortable space to sleep. You're in luck if you're able to sleep with them.

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osleeplessflowero · 1 month ago

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Tired

fluff, gender neutral reader, reverse comfort ♡

Oneshot Masterpost ♡

Some alone time with Nightmare.

A calming melody plays from a radio that Killer had placed in one of the various castle windows. You stand outside, watering can in your hand as you open the gates to Nightmare's rose garden. Magic floats in the air, keeping the flowers of various colors thriving with energy despite the winter weather outside of the garden. You find yourself humming along to the tune, relaxing as you make your way through each row to give the roses their daily refreshments.

As you continue your stroll, you find yourself growing a bit lost in thought.

It sure has been an eventful year, hasn't it?

It's had its ups and downs, but in the end..everyone is still together. You're with those you love most, and you're the happiest you've ever been. Even if it takes fighting off the multiverse itself to stay with them..you'd do it over and over again.

A fond smile crosses your face as you make your way towards the middle of the garden, briefly glancing up at the fountain before turning back to yet another group of magic-infused roses. Seems he's planted some new ones recently..they're the color of your soul. A lovely touch. He's even put up a sign warning Killer not to touch them.

You chuckle at that, shaking your head amusedly as you continue to water them. He'd never show it around the others, but in truth..he may call himself the King of Negativity, but with you..he has a softened heart. At the end of the day..he goes to you, when he needs you.

You shiver due to the cold weather, rubbing one of your covered arms with your free hand. You did wear warm clothes, but it seems the jacket you chose wasn't fully warm enough to your liking..Too late to go back now, though. You're already halfway through.

Your thoughts are interrupted when something heavy is draped over your shoulders. As you freeze in place, an arm reaches past yours to place a larger, green gloved hand over your own. Gently lifting it up so you won't pour too much water in. Seems you were a bit more distracted than you thought..

"You're back!" You turn your head to face him with a welcoming smile. He jolts a bit at the sudden movement, before patting down the cloak he'd placed over you to keep you warm. "If I'd known earlier, I would've said Hi."

"You shouldn't be out here in such thin clothes. You'll catch a cold, and then I'll have to take care of you." He huffs, a faint green blush crossing his cheekbones as he averts his eyelight away. You smile sheepishly in response.

"Yeah..my bad. I thought it would be warm enough, but it's pretty chilly out today..you guys are lucky you don't have to feel the cold. Sometimes it can be a bit much.." You find yourself absentmindedly nuzzling your face into the fur of his cloak, embracing the warmth it gives you as much as you can. "Thanks for this. I'm glad I can count on you, Night."

"..Of course you can." His eyelight softens as he watches you shift your attention back to tending to the roses in his garden. His pride and joy.. you may even treat it with as much care as he does. Definitely a big contrast to when the others are left with it.

There's a peaceful silence for a moment as you both simply stand with one another, watching the water pour down before switching to another. You open your mouth to say something, but before the words come out..his arms wrap around you. He leans against you from behind, letting out a sigh as he does. His body's so warm..whether it's the magic or something natural, you wouldn't know. But you don't mind the feeling.

"..Nightmare? Are..you okay?" You slightly shift your head to face him. He closes his eyesocket, losing the tension in his shoulders.

"I need a moment." He mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please let me have this."

Your eyes soften. Seems he's had a long day today..

You remain still, letting him hold you for a while and resting a comforting hand over one of his own. It's a rare occasion for him to (quite literally) lean on you like this, you wouldn't want to ruin it. And, selfish as it may be, you want to take advantage of his warmth a little, too.

"..Has it been a bit stressful today?" You ask, voice soft so as not to startle him. He gives a small nod in reply, holding you a little tighter. "I'm sorry. Maybe I could help cheer you up? ..How about we go make some tea and spend time together in your study? It's a lot more quiet in there, and I can keep Killer out until you feel a little better."

"Dearest, you always know just the thing to do.." He speaks softly. "..Sometimes I wonder if we're truly soulmates."

You smile at that. "I like to think we are, even if it isn't "official". Something similar to that.."

He lets you go so you can turn towards you, a soft admiration in his gaze. He gently takes the hand he'd briefly touched before, lifting it to his teeth to press a kiss against it. You feel your cheeks darken, breath hitching as you watch him before he moves your arms back down. He doesn't let go of your hand, but he does gently urge you away from the garden with a light tug. Good thing you've finished watering them..

Walking through the castle hallways, you briefly give Killer a wave before shaking your head once he starts to follow you both. He raises a browbone in curiosity before looking over Nightmare, seeming to come to a realization before giving you a thumbs up and walking away, presumably to go bother Dust.

You open the doors to Nightmare's study, letting him enter.

"I'll be back in a moment, I'll make us some golden flower tea. I've heard it's pretty good for relaxing." At his nod, you gently close the door behind yourself and make your way to the kitchen to make the tea; humming a tune to yourself as you do before heading back with matching cups. He uses his magic once you reach the door to open it since you have your hands full, and you give him an appreciative nod before sitting beside him on the single couch in the room.

He sinks into it, letting out a heavy sigh as he looks up at the ceiling. You sit your cups down on some small coasters, gently sitting his cloak off to the side since you'd gotten warmer the moment you entered the castle.

"Having to deal with so many imbeciles across the multiverse every day is unbearably draining. Not to mention putting up with my idiotic brother. It's one thing after another.." He pinches the bridge of his nose. You give a hum of acknowledgement, taking a sip of your tea.

"I understand how you feel. You've got a lot going on. ..Why not take a break?" You look up at him.

"I couldn't possibly. I'm a King, I have to carry out my responsibilities each day. And keep tabs on my brother so he doesn't gain an advantage over me." He narrows his eyelight at that part, earning a huff of amusement from you.

"Well..Kings take breaks, too. You work yourself too hard, and it's making you stressed. Plus, I'm sure you want one in the end..why else would you seek me out?" You raise a brow, giving him a grin. His cheekbones lightly flush a pretty shade of green as he turns his skull away, embarrassed. You're reading him like a book..

"That.. isn't the only reason, you know." He mutters, earning a chuckle from you in reply before he leans his head against your shoulder. "..You're one of the very few people I can feel..calm with. Everyone else drives me insane."

"Because you love me?" You smile. He huffs amusedly in response.

"Of course it's because I love you. That, and something about you..seems to soothe me. I can't quite explain it.."

"I'm glad I can bring you some peace. You always seem to be in some sort of..turmoil." You shift your hand a little bit, beginning to trace small patterns against his skull. "It makes me happy to know I can bring you some sort of relief. Plus, it gives me an excuse to have some alone time with you."

He leans up a bit, eyelight staring into your eyes. You pause a moment, slightly tilting your head in curiosity.

"Dearest.. you can have alone time with me whenever you'd like. You don't need an excuse." He takes your hands in his own. "If you want to spend time with me..then do it. Whenever you'd like."

"I wouldn't want to bother you when you're busy, is all. You have a lot going on, and.." You trail off, averting your eyes from him. He rests a hand against your cheek, silently urging you to look back.

"Dearest. You could never bother me. The others, sure. They do all the time. But you..you could never. Always remember that."

The adoration in his eye makes your heart flutter as he smiles, a warmth to him present that only you are able to see. Something special, only for you.. just as he only has eyes for you.

"..Do you understand?" He speaks softly, resting his forehead against your own. You hum in acknowledgement. "Words, love."

"..Yes, I understand. I'll visit more often, in that case." You give him a warm smile to match his own. His eyesocket seems to go half lidded, before he leans down a little more. You find yourself leaning up, sharing a soft kiss with him as your eyes close. Your surroundings blur out of view, the only thing you can focus on being each other.

After a short bit of time, you both let go..and he returns to lying against your shoulder.

"Never tell them I act like this, or I may have to kill you."

"No, you won't. You love me too much. Not to worry, though..I wouldn't tell them."

He huffs amusedly in response, watching as you grab a book from off of the table.

"..Want to read together?" You ask him, already knowing the answer as you turn to the page you'd both left off at. Minutes turn into hours as you continue relaxing in one another's company..and Nightmare finds himself relieved. Maybe a break was a good idea after all.

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jessamine-rose · 8 months ago

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⋆˚♱ଘ Annular Eclipse ଓ♱˚⋆

A long time ago, I binge-watched The Ancient Magus’ Bride and that decision came back to haunt me in my Church AU…… *evil laugh*

As always, thank you to @diodellet for beta-reading this piece!! And to my dear mutuals, I hope you all suffer enjoy the sinful story of Cartaphilus! Pierro x Angel! Darling ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭

Tw:: yandere, blood, violence, death, suicidal ideation, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 5.7k words under the cut ♡

♡ Among God’s creations, His favorite is granted a special fate. Though all lives end in death, only humanity is blessed with salvation and afterlife. Those who live righteously may thus ascend to Heaven, whereas sinners are condemned to eternal suffering in Hell. There is, however, one exception—a fragment of humanity whose sins may never be forgiven.

♡ Legends speak of Khaenri’ah, the nation of sinners. Once the pride of humankind, its citizens challenged God through their creations in alchemy and technology—and the entire nation was subsequently destroyed in a sea of flames. In the wake of the Cataclysm, pollen from the Tree of Life rained down upon the survivors, afflicting them with their final punishment, immortality.

♡ Since then, Khaenri’ahns have roamed the mortal plane in a perpetual state of living. Denied a place in Heaven and Hell, they are cursed to live forever no matter what harm befalls their body and psyche. Due to their wicked reputation, they must also live in fear of their once-fellow humans, lest they face persecution. For this reason, eternity differs among Khaenri’ahns, with a unique fate reserved for the one who goes by the name of Pierro.

♡ After the Cataclysm, Pierro led a group of survivors to Snezhnaya where they established a new home. For three centuries, it was a peaceful haven hidden from the divine gaze of God and the Church…until it was exposed by a traitor and destroyed with manmade flames. In the ensuing chaos, Pierro was the sole “survivor” in the sense that he managed to escape. The rest were critically wounded, buried alive, and left to suffer for all eternity.

♡ Having lost his second home, Pierro began a search for other Khaenri’ahns, only to be further disillusioned. Many communities had also fallen to ruin, if not from persecution but by their own madness. Others, blinded by dreams of death, had resorted to violence and witchcraft in their fruitless attempts to break the curse. And several individuals had embarked on quests for the Tree of Life, only to disappear far away from their homeland. In two more centuries, Khaenri’ah was reduced to a forgotten myth, and Pierro had lost all hope for his people.

♡ So when he gets into an accident, he sees no point in saving himself. If he were younger, he’d be horrified at the thought of falling off a cliff. At best, he’d end up with more scars albeit another permanent reminder of his tragic fate. As for the worst-case scenario, he’d become paralyzed, trapped below the cliff, doomed to eternity as a living corpse. But now, hanging off the edge by his fingertips, he considers the possibility that his head takes the brunt of the impact. A coma would be the closest thing to a reprieve from his waking hell.

♡ Just as his grip weakens, a hand reaches out and catches his wrist. The action is so sudden, so forceful, that Pierro has no time to think before he is pulled up and his back hits the grass. Above him, eclipsing his view of the sun, is the face of a stranger. A tearful expression. A kind gaze that seems to pierce through his soul.

“Are you hurt? Why didn’t you call for help?! You poor thing, I’m sorry for only seeing you now.”

“I am…” He averts your gaze and instead focuses on the sky. It is the color of twilight—a harmony of blues, oranges, and reds that pale in comparison to the crimson skies of his nightmares. “...fine. Thank you for your kindness.”

♡ Once the shock wears off, Pierro takes a careful look at his savior. You have the appearance of a typical human, roughly the same age as he was when his body stopped aging. Definitely not a Khaenri’ahn, given your lack of cursed marks and star-shaped pupils. Neither are there any religious symbols on your clothing, which is a relief. As for your tears shed on his behalf…he’ll chalk it up to pity.

♡ At your insistence, you treat him to a meal at the nearest inn. When Pierro introduces himself as an ordinary traveler, you make a similar claim and suggest journeying together. It is a tempting offer—the both of you are alone with no destination in mind, and you seem harmless. So against his better judgment, Pierro accepts your proposal.

♡ Over time, he warms up to his new companion. You are kind, competent, a bright presence in his life. Traveling with you is like seeing the world with new eyes—you lead him to bustling cities, picturesque forests, places teeming with life. The only downside is your visits to the Church for prayers and chats with the local priests, but you at least seem to be an open-minded believer. You always tell Pierro that he doesn’t need to follow along but he does so anyway, if only to evade suspicion and admire the religious art with you.

♡ Other than that, you don’t reveal much about yourself. But you aren’t one to pry into Pierro’s past so he gives you the same courtesy. At times, he finds himself looking at you fondly, feeling a spark of physical attraction, dreaming of a happy future with you. But those delusions are always dashed by the fact of your humanity, so he instead resolves to cherish what little time you have left before death claims your soul.

♡ That was his goal until he begins to notice certain…oddities. It’s common for the two of you to share a tent, a room, sometimes even a bed. Neither of you are fazed by it, especially when Pierro’s main concern is concealing his cursed marks with makeup. But a few months into your travels, he makes a quiet realization: In those nights of shared slumber, not once has he fallen asleep without feeling your gaze on him.

♡ At first, he assumes that you merely sleep later and wake up earlier than him. But every time Pierro wakes up in the middle of the night, you immediately sit up and tend to him, acting as energetic as usual. Neither do you appear lethargic after nights when it is difficult to sleep. So he puts it to the test by regularly chatting with you late into the night; you always follow along, not once sounding tired nor in want of sleep. Once, he talks to you all night long and in the morning, while Pierro is plagued with fatigue, you look perfectly awake. And only when he subtly points it out do you yawn and go back to bed.

♡ Other mysteries follow. There is the time the two of you trekked through a barren wasteland and ran out of food. It took you two days to reach civilization and while Pierro was starving, you never complained about hunger. If anything, you still managed to walk and fight off beasts at your usual energy levels. And on the rare chance that Pierro is injured, you are the one who treats his wounds…and they always heal at an unnaturally fast pace.

♡ A year into your travels, he decides to look for answers. One night, he shares a bed with you and feigns sleep. For the next few hours, he just lies there and takes note of your unnatural way of sleeping—no slowed breaths, no involuntary movements, yet the persistent feeling that he is still being watched. Shortly after midnight, he pulls out a dagger from under his pillow and aims it at you.

♡ It was only a test to see if you’d react quickly and reveal your ruse. Which is exactly what you do, eyes fluttering open and your hand catching the dagger before Pierro can stop short of stabbing your chest. The look on your face is calm, utterly devoid of fear, and you make no move to leave the bed. You just stare at him with the same piercing gaze.

“Good morning,” you tell him. “Are you going to explain the sudden wakeup call? I don’t believe this is rooted in any Khaenri’ahn practices.”

At the mention of his homeland, Pierro’s grip on the dagger tightens. “So it appears that my suspicions were not unfounded. Answer me, are you a spy of the Church?”

Your answer is a benevolent smile. A soft light shines from your body as a halo—silver, pierced with nails—appears behind your head, followed by a wispy veil. Luminous wings emerge from your back, caging Pierro in a feathery embrace.

Your hand, marked with a bloodstained scar, wraps around his wrist.

“I’m your guardian angel,” you whisper.

♡ Technically, your statement is untrue. In a calm voice, you explain that Khaenri’ahns can’t be assigned guardian angels due to their immortality. Moreover, most angels harbor contempt for his kind though you are a rare exception, having taken pity on Pierro and chosen to become his unofficial guardian. The last part triggers an offended response—are you mocking him?

♡ As for your true nature, you’re the leader of the Archangels. As an angel of the Third Sphere, you are one of the closest to humanity, a divine messenger with the additional tasks of providing blessings and guiding humans towards the path of righteousness. Only, you’re currently on a ten-year “break;” it just so happened that you noticed Pierro at the start of your sabbatical.

♡ Once he is confident that you won’t smite him in cold blood, he goes to sleep—it’s been a long night and fatigue will only dull his senses. When he wakes up, he can almost believe that last night’s events were a dream…until you loom over him in your true form, wishing him a good morning. After a long conversation, he decides to continue traveling with you. That way, he can keep a close eye on you and gain some useful knowledge.

♡ Thus resumes your journey. In addition to Pierro’s distrust, there are major changes to your dynamic. You still travel in your human guise but you switch to your true form when it’s just the two of you. Since angels don’t need food or sleep to sustain themselves, you stop eating with him unless you’re in public. At night, only one bed is needed and you simply watch over Pierro, wishing him a peaceful slumber. Your gentle gaze is always the last thing he sees each day, though it takes months before he can fall asleep comfortably.

♡ He also learns about your nightly pastimes. As it turns out, while Pierro is asleep, you like to fly around the city to help lost souls. Just small acts of kindness in your human form…and if needed, divine interventions in the Church. It explains why he often wakes up to news about corrupt priests who experienced “visions of an angel” and publicly confessed their sins.

♡ Along your journey, you also stop by the homes of the humans previously assigned to you. At the beginning of each visit, you go to the cemetery and speak to their grave. Afterwards, you bring Pierro to their favorite places and reminisce about their lives. When he asks why you can’t simply see them in Heaven, you give him a sad smile and explain that the deceased reside in a realm beyond the jurisdiction of angels. In a paradise where every soul is purged of sin, what use is there for an angel’s guidance?

♡ You mourn the lives of angels as well. It comes as a shock to Pierro, the idea that even an angel is susceptible to death. To which you explain that many of your divine siblings were killed by demons. And because afterlife does not exist for spiritual beings, both species simply cease to exist once their lives have ended. As for your former brethren, they cut all ties with you after their descent.

♡ Slowly, Pierro grows to trust you again. It helps that you were able to prove yourself a year later by saving him from your own kind. Granted, he could suspect that it was merely an act but the sight of a Principality cowering before you, their cassock staked to the floor by silver nails, is quite convincing. Not to mention your cold gaze overflowing with wrath.

“So tell me. Why exactly did you attack my dear human?”

The room is silent, save for the younger angel’s whimpers. To think that a few minutes ago, Pierro had been sleeping peacefully. Now he stands beside you, blood trickling from a cut under his scarred eye, still gripping his unused sword.

“I…” Despite being a rank above you, his attacker is clearly terrified. “But ______, that man…he is one of the accursed sinners! He—”

“Now, now.” You kneel to their level but all kindness is lost in your tone. More nails appear out of thin air, all pointing towards the angel’s body. “Look me in the eye when I am talking to you.”

♡ In the end, the angel kneels before Pierro and begs for forgiveness. He accepts their apology, but not without harsh words and a swipe of his sword against their face. After they leave, you worriedly turn to Pierro and heal his injuries. Thanks to your powers, all of his wounds close up without a trace. Still, when you take your hand off his face, what he sees in the mirror is not his healed cheek but the cursed marks exclusive to Khaenri’ahns.

*✧･ﾟ

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Despite the nature of the attack, you are the one acting emotional. A tear rolls down your cheek as you trace the cursed side of Pierro’s face.

“You need not apologize on behalf of your brethren,” he mutters. He glances at his right arm, sleeve pulled up to reveal a similar pattern of blue veins and blackened skin. “...or your Heavenly Father. And I believe I’ve told you countless times not to waste your tears on me.”

“Still.” Shaking your head, you look him in the eye. “How can I not cry every time I gaze into your soul? I wish I could save you, put an end to your suffering…but it’s beyond my capability.”

“So why do you still devote yourself to me, ______?”

______. It is the false name you go by in the human realm, spoken by every person who has known you as their guardian angel. As for your true name, it remains a mystery to Pierro.

Still, he’d like to believe that he is the human who knows you best. He knows that you are the First Archangel, one of the oldest beings in existence. He knows that you were opposed to the Cataclysm but powerless in stopping it. He knows that your decade of rest was caused by an accumulation of stress, an endless cycle of giving and saving and sacrificing which will only continue in a few years’ time.

And what then? At the end of your journey, will you still have time for him? Or is he truly cursed to drift aimlessly in eternal solitude?

His half-mask rests on a nearby drawer, a relic from his second home. He picks it up, thumb pressed against a painted gold tear.

“You astound me,” he continues. “You, of all people, know that salvation is forever beyond my grasp. And yet you continue to spare me absolute grace. Anyone else would have deemed me a lost cause.”

“That is because I love you.”

At that, Pierro nearly drops his mask. He turns to you, starry eyes wide with wonder. “Can you kindly repeat that?”

But the moment he sees your face, he realizes his folly.

“I love you,” you tell him, a soft look in your eyes, “as I love all humans.”

Has kindness ever sounded so cruel?

“...I understand.” He puts down his mask, pride shattered. “Such is to be expected from a being for whom the love for humanity is inherent.”

A love which he and his compatriots are no longer beholden to.

“But of course.” At that, your countenance turns reverent. Your wings fold inwards, and you place a bloodstained hand over your chest. “An angel’s purpose is to serve God and to save His creations. Beyond that, there is no other point to our existence.”

Silence. This time, Pierro doesn’t bother to hide his judgment.

“Well, that is our initial reason,” you add, noticing his expression. “After all, what’s not to love when your kind is capable of so many wonderful things? Really, you never fail to surprise us.”

“How so?”

“I’ll confess, many of us angels were once in awe of Khaenri’ah,” you admit. “Think of it: Your people found a way to create life, sorcery, powers that were once exclusive to God. Had I met you during your days as a royal mage, I surely would have been impressed.”

Hard to say. Despite his previous status, Pierro hasn’t practiced Khaenri’ahn sorcery in years. It’s likely that his powers have eroded alongside his spirit.

“Then only a century after the Cataclysm, there was the Angel-Killer who performed miracles using our flesh. As a matter of fact…I made the mistake of assigning his first victim to him.”

Your grief isn’t lost on him. The bed creaks as you take a seat next to Pierro, adjusting the chain of mourning lockets around your waist. It bears mementos of both humans and angels.

“Thirteen angels lost their lives to him, including two of my dearest siblings. Needless to say, we were all relieved when Il Dottore finally died, though I had to be given a century’s worth of rest to recover from grief. Sohreh, Pasithea, Oizys…I still think of them to this day.”

Il Dottore. He is an infamous figure in history, a priest whose sins rivaled those of Khaenri’ah. And yet even he was granted the mercy of death.

“And there are the humans I was blessed to watch over,” you tell him, eyes shining with tears. “I remember all of their names, their smiles, every achievement they made in their short lives. And I’m sure that there will be more in the future.”

That is the final nail in the coffin.

“You are right.” With that, Pierro leaves the bed. “As such, there is no need for you to dwell on how the world is now. I have no doubt that many souls owe their salvation to you, ______, and anyone would be a fool to dismiss your efforts.”

“...Thank you. It means a lot.”

You don’t let him leave, however. A hand around his wrist is all it takes for Pierro to stop, to yield to your embrace. In the dim room, you are the only source of light, an idol of unparalleled benevolence. Divine, beautiful, yet never within his reach.

“Eight more years,” you tell him. In your eyes, his reflection has never looked more hopeful. “That is the amount of time we have left. And until then, I will never leave your side.”

*✧･ﾟ

♡ The next eight years are content. More travels. Deep conversations. Peaceful nights. Another angelic encounter, in which a subordinate merely reported to you and avoided Pierro’s gaze. At one point, you reveal to him that the Tree of Life is no longer in the human realm, eliminating any hope of breaking the curse. His devastation is softened by your comfort, and he can only imagine the reactions of his compatriots if they knew this truth.

♡ Not that he has anyone to share it with. In the Church of Fontaine, Pierro is surprised to recognize the head priest as a Khaenri’ahn. She is only a descendant and thus spared from the curse—a blessing for Arlecchino, a tragedy for her ancestor who likely mourned the generations between them. After their chat, Pierro leaves without divulging her lineage. It’s enough to know that one of his kind is leading a fulfilling life, though he finds it ironic that a Church ended up in a Khaenri’ahn’s hands.

♡ Other than her, there is the familiar face he spotted in Inazuma. Blond hair, blue eyes with star-shaped pupils, a distinctive half-mask…but before Pierro can approach Dainsleif, you grip his wrist and enable him to see the eagle-winged demon clinging to his former comrade. In a fearful whisper, you explain that she is one of Hell’s strongest demons, the slayer of countless angels. And when she turns in your direction, Pierro feels the weight of her crimson-gold glare. In the end, the two of you walk past them, preventing what could have been a bloody reunion.

♡ As your sabbatical reaches its end, Pierro finds himself making the most of your remaining time together. He smiles at you, holds your hand first, asks you more personal questions. Your travels also end in a surprise destination—a forest near Snezhnaya, concealed with divine mist. Leading the way, you explain that it was a meeting place for you and your closest siblings until they all perished, including the Virtue who created it. And when you turn to Pierro, asking if the area suits him…he accepts the gift with full gratitude.

♡ The last year is spent constructing a humble house in the heart of the forest. On the day of your departure, the two of you enjoy a final meal together. It’s bittersweet with recollections of your travels, though the mood dampens when Pierro asks about your angelic duties. With a sad smile, you tell him that you have a lot of work to do. At some point in your journey, you even laid eyes on a young human and applied for a position as their guardian angel.

♡ At midnight, Pierro goes to bed and you wish him good night for the last time. He only closes his eyes when you disappear, when he no longer feels your gaze on him, when the residual warmth of your embrace has been chilled by the night air. When he wakes up in the morning, you are nowhere to be found.

♡ In the following months, Pierro develops a new routine in the forest. Hunting, foraging, visiting the neighboring cities, admiring the aurora-colored sky, even practicing his Khaenri’ahn sorcery. He doesn’t see you again but there are hints of your visits—a luminous white feather, seeds for fauna exclusive to Mondstadt, a wound that healed overnight. Eventually, he gets used to sleeping in solitude again.

♡ One day, he decides to visit his old home. He knows it is futile to seek out his people; after two centuries, their bodies must’ve fully decayed and mixed with the soil. Still, he might as well see what the Church did with the area…and if he can take revenge on the traitor. So he packs his bags, leaves the forest, and travels to the other side of Snezhnaya.

♡ …There’s nothing left. When he reaches his destination, he finds a glorious city built over the mass grave of his people. Only the cold of eternal winter welcomes him back, but the entire city—the devout Snezhnayans, the stories of the city’s origins, the magnificent church in place of his old house—is unfamiliar. Not even the traitor remains. Perhaps they, too, were given a coffin, forever trapped below layers of ice and concrete.

♡ He gets an answer on his way back to the forest. Near the border of Snezhnaya, Pierro is ambushed by a group of heretics…and when he demands an explanation, their leader holds up a preserved eye, the pupil shaped like a four-pointed star. As their fight continues, Pierro deduces their motives—to achieve immortality using the flesh of Khaenri’ahns. It’s pure mockery to hear those fools refer to his curse as a blessing, but his warnings fall on deaf ears as he is outnumbered.

♡ Just as he is about to lose hope, a bright light shines above him. It’s you, in all of your angelic glory, commanding the heretics to let him go. Most of his attackers fall to their knees, in awe of your divine presence, but their leader interprets it as a sign that Pierro is truly the person they’re after. They swing their sword at him…only for their entire group to be impaled by your nails.

♡ It’s a bloody sight. But once your wrath has subsided, you fly down to Pierro and check his condition. You’re incoherent, healing his wounds with trembling hands, apologizing for your late arrival. He assures you that he is fine, only to be interrupted by a sudden ray of light. But this one is blindingly bright, coming from the sky, the same holy light which shone upon Khaenri’ah during the Cataclysm.

♡ It hits him just then: In harming those humans for his sake, you’d violated one of God’s orders. Yet in the midst of His divine wrath, you muster a false smile and tell Pierro to go home. Then you fly up into the sky, disappearing above the clouds along with the holy light. He does as he is told, but not without killing all of the heretics to ensure that they won’t come after him or more Khaenri’ahns. As for the traitor…he doesn’t bother to ask for their location.

♡ The forest is the same when he returns. The next few hours pass by in a blur—unpacking, checking the animal traps, cooking dinner, and so on. The whole time, he can’t stop worrying about you. He doesn’t know if God would listen to his prayers but he tries, anyway; it’s not like he can help you in any other way.

♡ He goes to bed early, only to jolt awake when a flash of light illuminates the bedroom. When he rushes to the window, it’s just in time to see a falling star. It shoots through the sky, outshining the auroras, a beautiful sight if not for the fact that it seems to be drawing closer to him. It disappears from his range of vision, followed by a deafening sound and a severe earthquake. Then the world falls silent, returning to its tranquil state.

♡ After a few minutes, Pierro leaves his house to investigate. Seeing how the meteor bypassed the divine barrier of the forest, he doubts it was a natural phenomenon. You once told him that the Fourth Order of angels, the Dominions, are in charge of the celestial bodies—could they have been ordered to destroy his third home?

♡ Thankfully, the destruction is limited to a crater at the edge of the forest. But instead of a meteor, he finds you curled up in pain. Fragments of your halo pierce your body. Your right wing is gone; all that remains of it are clipped feathers and sawed bone. Most prominent are the curved horns jutting from your head, covered in a mix of blood and torn skin. You became a demon.

♡ Your half-conscious cries prompt him into action. Carefully, Pierro carries you to his house and treats your wounds. When he notices your hand on your stomach, he remembers what you said about demons needing food and sleep to survive. So he heats up some soup and feeds it to you; and once your hunger has subsided, he tucks you in bed. In your delirium, you can only muster a single sentence before falling asleep.

“Pierro? I’m sorry…it’s my fault, not yours.”

“Silence. We may talk tomorrow. But tonight, you must rest.”

♡ That night, you sleep for the first time. Pierro watches you all night, checking your pulse every so often. When you wake up, the sun is high above the sky and Pierro has already cooked lunch. You’re more coherent now, able to feed yourself, though you wince in pain every so often. And when Pierro asks about your descent, your expression darkens.

♡ In a shaky voice, you explain that the heretics’ ambush had been a test from God. It was fated to occur at the same time as an important event in Heaven, the decennial meeting between God and the leaders from all Nine Orders. As soon as Pierro’s name was brought up, you were quick to defend him. And when you were informed of the attack, you stormed out of the meeting to save him, fully aware that it would bring about your downfall.

♡ And despite it all, you’re the one apologizing to him—for your late arrival, for the danger he was put through, for the “burden” of taking care of you. At the last part, Pierro finally finds the words to chastise you, to say that you won’t achieve anything by wasting your tears on Heaven.

“I wish you would not think so lowly of me. After all these years, do you truly believe that I would harbor anything but gratitude towards you?”

♡ That shuts you up. For the next few weeks, you meekly accept Pierro’s care—he cooks for you, dresses your wounds, lets you sleep in his bed. There is only one problem: Your body refuses to heal. Blood continues to seep from your wounds, and you’re in a perpetual state of pain. Still, he faithfully tends to you day and night. It’s the least he can do for you.

♡ One day, he leaves the house to pick fruit and comes back to find a dark silhouette in his bedroom window. He rushes inside, armed with a weapon, to find a demon. Only, they’re kneeling by the bed, holding your hands, shedding tears of joy. That is when he notices the bloodstained scars on their hands, their tattered veil, your kind words for them…they, too, are a fallen Archangel.

♡ All peace, however, is dashed when your former subordinate tells Pierro that they are bringing you “home,” in other words Hell. As for the matter of your health, they claim that while your divine punishment is unheard of, they should be able to find a cure…from Il Dottore of all people. And despite your conflicted expression, it’s clear that you are seriously considering their invitation. Only for Pierro to take that choice away from you.

“And what makes you believe that I would allow ______ to leave our home?”

♡ Prior to you, Pierro never would’ve dared to challenge a spiritual being. But now, after all he’s been through, he takes a step forward and tells the demon to leave. It doesn’t take long for their argument to turn physical. But before the demon can smite him, Pierro defends himself with his Khaenri’ahn sorcery. They’re a formidable opponent, however, and the fight continues until he aims a galaxy-like aura at their heart. Quickly, you protect your former subordinate with a shield of rusty nails, only for the element to refract and hit you instead.

♡ Much to everyone’s relief, however, it has a different effect on you. Your feathers take on a black tint and a deep blue iridescence. The same thing happens to your horns. Most importantly, all of your wounds close up, leaving scars identical to Pierro’s cursed marks. And when he rushes to your side, asking if you are all right, you breathily tell him that you feel so much better.

♡ That is what convinces the demon to leave, but not without promising to return once they’ve informed the Devil. With peace restored in your home, the two of you go downstairs for lunch. You still need Pierro to support you, but it’s the first time you’ve managed to walk in your new form. And your appetite is bigger, healthier compared to your previous portions.

♡ After a few days however, the effect wears off. Your body loses its blue luster, your feathers fade to their original color, your pain returns. Once you’ve fully reverted to your original state, Pierro decides to try out his Khaenri’ahn sorcery again. This time, he holds your wrist and carefully channels his power into you…and it produces the same healing effect.

♡ For the sorcery which doomed his nation to save the life of his beloved…the irony leaves him at a loss of words, on the verge of laughing. But it does explain why you landed in Pierro’s home instead of Hell, and why God allowed the two of you to reunite. The knowledge brings a dark smile to his face. You’re at his mercy now, dependent on him for all eternity.

♡ When he faces you, he can tell that you’ve reached the same conclusion. Still, you entertain the thought of moving to Hell—surely, there must be a way for you to live without forcing Pierro to expend his energy on you. That is when he grips your hands, pulls you towards him, and tells you that you aren’t leaving him. If the two of you are truly fated to suffer, then it is only right that he returns all of the love you have given him.

♡ It’s easy to persuade you. After all you’ve experienced, you’re tired so you just nod and lean into his embrace. And in the following days, you slowly adjust to your new life. You help Pierro around the forest. A new bed is built, to fit two people. At night, the two of you engage in your usual bedtime conversations but you’re the one who falls asleep first.

♡ When your former subordinate returns, Pierro stands his ground. With you asleep, he is able to fight them outside and easily subdue them; he even had the wisdom to enhance his weapons with blood from your used bandages. And with his argument that any attempt on his life is equal to risking yours, they have no choice but to accept your situation.

♡ You’re still asleep when he returns to your shared bedroom. Careful not to wake you, he changes out of his bloody clothes and leaves his sword on the table, next to his old mask. Then he takes off his glove and traces your features with his cursed hand. And when you open your eyes, the look he gives you is one of pure hope.

“Pierro? What time is it?” you mumble.

“Far too early,” he replies. “Go back to sleep. I will join you shortly, ______.”

“...All right.” Yawning, you snuggle into the pillow and close your eyes. “Can you wake me up later? I don’t want to oversleep again.”

He smiles, caressing your cheek. “If you wish.”

It doesn’t take long for you to return to the world of dreams. Your sleeping face is truly a wonder to behold—an expression so tranquil, well-rested, vulnerable to his kiss.

“And when you awake, I want you to tell me your true name.”

♡

More Church AU here!! Dottore ๑ Capitano ๑ Arlecchino ๑ Pantalone ๑ Dainsleif

Note:: Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving characters or dynamics not included in my masterlist.

..…Don’t ask me how Pierro ended up with the highest word count in this AU. All I can say is that it was very cathartic to make him suffer, which is a recurring theme in his fics. If y’all enjoyed his story, do let me know (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Also, soft launch for the next couple + story!! I’m rlly excited to write for Dainsleif, and just know that he’s in for a lot of surprises <3

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bunji-enthusiast · 7 months ago

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hiii i just saw your lancelot x vampire!reader and i loveddddd it!!! i was wondering if you could do lancelot x tristan's (twin/younger whos like 15) sister??? idk just thought it would be cute

anyway hope you have great day/night!!!♡

The thousands of fluffy scenarios one could dream up is absolutely adorable, anyway I hope you like this! Have a great day/night as well anon ❤️

Your elder brother's supposed best friend Lancelot was quite the cheeky bastard you've come to know him as, but there wasn't to say that he had quite a decent amount of other sides to him. So you had wondered if you were ever going to be very close friendship-wise to find that out however.

Despite the soul-sucking hardships of life that came with growing up, being around him and your family had been made a lot easier. Though you were worried to say the least when he had disappeared a few years back, and was somehow a completely different person. As if his power was now vastly different then yours.

The sense of longing to know him again, was like a pit of despair you had no reason to want to make friends with. but life eventually pitted you against the vary thing you waned to experience, of course life always finds a way. That stupid little saying you always heard your mother say, worms into your mind for situations like these.

Every whisper is turning into voices that you began to discern as noises, the crumbling cesspit of despair that banged at the door of your mental fortitude. You always ignored the pain of what it did to you, you wanted to remain ignorant to whatever have may have happened to Lancelot. The distant look in his eyes sometimes, made your heart hurt.

Of course you had no place in the matter, only watching from far ahead as you had trained to get stronger, to get even better then your elder brother. The nagging pool of thoughts welling in your mind, eating away at your mind and will, scolding you for your inability to be unable to offer just a bit of help at all. You really hated it, but it had often made you wonder about other things, if it was ever like this for your mother and father. Tristan too, the burdens placed upon your brother's shoulders must inconvenience every aspect of his life.

Only you wished you could be none the wiser, and just be a little dumber. Rarely had you been offered chances to rest, be at peace and allow your mind to re-charge and stay ready.

The sheets were itchy, and the wind blowing across the shattered scars of the glass made your mind wrought with awakened thoughts. No sleep could overcome you, and it was a harsh inability as you clambered over to the balcony of your room–compared in stark contrast to your brother’s large bed and room, you had a small bed but a view like nothing else.

Another day came and went, and you had nothing unique to show for it as another vein of your useless work came to be part of the royal family. You let out a low growl, sighing as your thoughts buzzed incessantly, becoming your only noise of conversation as you admired the stars.

“That sad mood of yours can really kill one.” Your eyes flickered over to the source of the voice, familiar as it is. You couldn’t find it in yourself to use whatever energy you had to look, for that matter.

“Look who’s talking.” You snickered in response, making him roll his eyes. White shoes clacked against the resounding hard-stone floor, you could feel the warmth ease right up to your side. It had almost made you want to ease right up to his side, a natural habit of gravitation in the human-like body to crave warmth if the body was otherwise cold.

Looking down was often an act you regret, even from the security of the stone-railings, heights had always scared you.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, yet his tone seemed to be so… soft? As if he was considering the noise level for your comfort, but you sincerely didn’t want to narrow down on such a miniscule thing for no reason. So you shook your head, your eyes blinking to a close. Sleep clambered onto the edges of your eyes, and you really hated that, everytime you really were about to fall asleep–it ran away from you.

With all the energy you could muster; “Not really.”

“You?” You asked, trudging your hand from the dusty cracks of the railing, resting your head against the smallness of your palm. Lancelot hums, an agreeable noise in response.

One blink, two. You wondered what he was here for, but you weren’t awake enough to care or know why. So you kept the thoughts to yourself, and kept wondering as Lancelot’s company seemed to be staying longer then expected.

Like whom a moth frolics, it was always attracted to a flame.

“Do you ever feel powerless sometimes?”

The question hung in the air, as if it were an unspeakable thing you had decidedly dared to utter. You didn’t know what else to say, but you couldn’t stand the silence that wrangled far and high between the both of you.

Maybe that was a definite answer.

His eyes flickered over to yours, brief and unseeing. Yet Lancelot hadn’t allowed his gaze to linger any longer, “Plenty of times.”

Your eyes shone with a derelict diamond, roughened in surprise at the admittance to your question. Seemingly starred such a vein and vulnerable air stout about Lancelot’s being; and you weren’t the mind reader here.

And up high above, the stars shone brightly, as if they were commending the blonde teenager for something that would otherwise be such a difficult thing to admit. “Glad to know I'm not the only one then.” You said, letting out a breathy laugh.

Oh way down the vice grips of your mind, you wished you would've said something completely different. But being social, let alone with someone you would know since childhood is a difficulty like no other.

Falling was eternally a state of mind, you weren’t: brave, fearful, strong, or kind. No good qualities to note out of the two bodies standing still at the cold top of the castles, looking out from the safety of the balcony. A teasing chuckle tore you out of your thoughts, causing you to shoot him a glare, not unprepared for whatever Lancelot may say next.

“Being vulnerable and being strong naturally equate to the same thing.” He mentions, nodding at you.

A spotty habit, residual of your childhood years where you had sometimes joined Lancelot and Tristan in their bouts. The teasing and the banter, it was something you had come to expect come that time and age, and truly was a breath of fresh air more or less.

You sigh, propping your chin up against the flat of your palm, “What are you implying?”

“You need to get something off your chest.”

Immediately, you rose with caution. Taking heed as you adjusted yourself, moving your elbows from the dusty pins of cracks within the stone-railing and instead leaning on your hands now.

“It really isn’t important.” You warned, watching as Lancelot raised his hands in surrender. Yet something deep within those eyes of his told you something.

Was he… worried about you?

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theladybrownstarot · 1 year ago

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Who are you according to tarot ?

Pick a card reading ~

~°°~ SOME THINGS TO SAY AND FOLLOW :-

♡ Namaste everyone I'm brown ! Back with an another pac reading !

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♡ Pick pile(s) you feel most drawn too !

Let's begin with it ~

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

Pile 1 .

Namaste pile 1 ! How are you ? I bless you for the best 11:11 ~

♡ You have to constantly face challenges , hurdles and obstacles which may make you annoyed or frustrated easily ,or it could be in general too, but you don't ignore these instead you believe in facing these because you know you don't give up easily and there's always something big from big obstacles .

♡ Either you could be a moon , Venus or mercury dominant or maybe there's an aspect to your ascendant out there which may makes you physically seen as beautiful or someone who has those calm and comforting vibes . You are a hugger haha isn't? just saying a hi to whom you meet isn't the thing but hugging or kissing them adds essence to the meet ~

♡ You are good at manifestations . You are emotionally strong that leads you to pass through everything in life and achieve all you want . You are someone who isn't much worried about the results , things or daily life chaos that one may face because you believe what is to be meant will be meant to happen so just give your best and leave rest .

♡ You may at time get confused with things and loose opportunities in search for seeking 100 of things at once . You like to treat yourself with gifts and like to work on your potentials to go more high . You like to be in your own space without any distractions.

Pile 2 .

Namaste pile 2 ! How are you ? I bless you for the best 11:11 ~

♡ You have gone through the the most intense worst phases of life in a deep manner which it could be about anything maybe work , health , physically,people or family and some people could got that evil eye on them before . You used to be that person who would get obsessed or would stick with negativity most for sake of comfort but later you realised your powers and who were you and tackled all those things and went ahead. But you may have anger tendency issues or gets cold pretty quick with people but at same your are working on it .

♡ You people used to be not that financially strong as you you are now or it could be that you had to make your life after many intense life struggles . You like to stay alone and enjoy not because you hate people but you just want you feel safe there in the space you have . You are very hardworking and won't let yourself have rest mostly which is not good .

♡ You are someone who has to face struggles regarding decisions making or you have to handle a lot in one time and this all to make you strong mentally and emotionally . The universe wants you to know that take one thing at a time and slowly open yourself to change with love again .

♡ You don't like to stand still at one place and it could be that you are an old soul or like too stay in greenery where there is calmness and peace . In terms of work you don't limit yourself thus always strive for best . You are good in team work but don't like to get close with people .

♡ Pile 2 are you truly being honest with life your living ? think about it once and do check pile 1 if felt attracted so .

Pile 3.

Namaste pile 3 ! How are you ? I bless you for the best 11:11 ~

♡ So, you are someone who loves and gets loved by all . You like to approach people ask them and make them feel that they are loved and not rejected. You have this kindness and compassion which is very appreciated .You could be animal lovers too . You are someone who focuses to make your enviroment and surrounding better for everyone's development. You are selfless tbh . You can literally open ngos in future .

♡ You have got Entrepreneurial skills and could be an empath who can understand else feelings well . You like to present yourself different and people view you as someone who was got additional skills or if they wanna plan a team they may come to you thinking you can add more then expected. You people could be artistic ,an Enthusiastic and popular.You prefer to see beauty in things rather defects .You people could have good sense of fashion or we say kinda different than the trend .

♡ You are someone who can go deeper in things and can work for long hours but in cozy environment of your own . You really know how to balance practical and emotional side of things and how to be fair with people .

♡ You are someone who may overthinks a lot and could get their work done just before Or after deadline . Don't go so fast pile 3 be little slow. Don't do things at the last moment lol .

The end of the pac ~

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thealphabard · 5 months ago

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Akos' bio!! Kinda. Aka:

Local ADHD man throws this shit together and hopes for the best. I apologize in advanced.

Species

Koi fish

Personality traits

Stoic, with a rather short fuse to go with. Doesn't really mess around, aside from with Mipha or Sidon. Very foul mouthed, lands him in trouble quite often. (Any time I swore during our sessions you'd hear from izuna's player "laaaanguaaaage" in the nasely voice he uses for him lol) can be pretty cocky about his strength (always landed in low rolls)

Height

7"1 (I think...)

Occupation|class

Ex-soldier. Moved on to become a Dragon Scion (will go into depth below)

Residence

Zora's Domain

Relationships

♡Mipha (same age, best friends that grew up together)

♡Sidon (often a care taker, plays with him quite often when spending time with mipha)

♡Loru (mother)(deceased from the calamity)

♡Noti (father)(deceased from the calamity)

Party: the main part of this campaign, who he traveled with :)

Nithril

Izuna

And Mabo (not my art, and I'm not sure if she has social media. one day. I swear lol)

Birthday

May 3rd

Sexuality

(He's never given it thought...)

Weapons

Dual Scimitars, Whisper and Mist (their item description below the image):

During the first great war with the Hylians after their arrival from the deep ocean, a Zoran champion was outfitted with two weapons. These twin scimitars were forged from the teeth of an ancient water serpent, found only in the depths where light never reached. With these weapons, the Zoran champion was smoke on the water, defending their newfound home and leaving the fallen soldiers to drift downstream back to their king. As the war waged on, rumors spread among the Hylians, and although few ever saw the Zoran who wielded these weapons, one thing was clear - when the fog swept up from the waters, retreat was the only option. After peace was finally reached between the Zora and the Hylians, these two weapons, Mist and Whisper, were laid to rest at the bottom of the Zoran shrine, lying in wait for their next champion.

Each blade is an exquisitely crafted +1 magic weapon but, when a wielder attunes to the swords over a long rest, the swords bind to the soul of the person. This binding of both weapons unlocks their true potential, allowing the wielder to attune to them both as a single item. If they are used separately, their effects will not appear.

With the weapons in question, Mipha was the one who helped him in acquiring them from the shrine. He saw it as a great honor.

In depth look on dragon scion (from the site):

Commonly called a dragon knight or dragon warrior, a scion of this subclass draws its power from a draconic origin. This is usually consequence of absorbing the power of a slain dragon, or ritual worship of a draconic benefactor, but there are many other possibilities. In any case, a dragon scion embodies the ferocity and vitality of the beast it embodies. This is most apparent in a dragon scion's capability to temporarily transform parts of its body into those of a dragon, such as growing claws or functional wings. Much as a dragon breathes fire or spits beams of force, so too do a dragon scion's spells embody such visceral destruction. Dragon scions are infamous for their tenacity, as it seems their magical and physical prowess can tear through entire legions of lesser foes with little rest.

Akos, in particular, in his journey to attune with the weapons graciously given to him within the shrine, attacked dinraal like the very smart (he had 10 intelligence...) goldfish he is. Instead of the dragon laying waste to him, saw potential in him and blessed him with the ability to use (primarily) fire magic. The scion class allowed him to have a base resistance to an element permanently (fire in this case) and later in leveling gets dragon resilience. It more or less allows him to resist another element upon changing his form (I went with scale properties any time it was used) or he could be fully immune to fire. When immune to fire, what would be damage taken by the fire instead heals that amount (ie, if the attack roll did 15 fire damage, I would heal 15 hp. Lol)

To go with Akos' short fuse, dragon scions gain access to a dragon rage that more or less works like a barbarian rage.

And the last very important part of dragon scion, is with the ability to use magic in such a Proficient manner, he could use that magic to create functional wings and fly. (There were restrictions technically, but it was mostly the further I flew the more of my MP it took. But I hoarded green potions so it didn't matter)

Now, for the actual story part of this campaign:

The biggest thing to note is I joined this campaign while the rest of the group had already been isekai'd to Termina, on their 2nd or 3rd time reset (yes my dm was cruel enough to keep it). But the setting was originally in hyrule during links slumber. Its around 95 years before the events of BotW. From what I understand Nithril, made a very big fucky wucky, and that's where they ended up. Akos joins them when Aryll hauls ass into the domain, talking about a mysterious portal that showed up nearby. Like the determined little zora he is, investigates it, and ends up in clock town where he meets Nithril Izuna and Mabo. The whole story isn't really that important, we for the most part follow how the game is, going to the 4 regions to wake up the giants and stop the falling moon. Just with some cursed shit in between. My DM was really good at making our skin crawl. We eventually learn that because none of us actually had the ocarina of time, each time reset was more fucked up than the last. Some residents would remember the moon falling, some events would end in very weird ways, and some events would just crack reality. One of the big moments of "shit ain't right" was when we went to see the Zora's. We ended up there during a kind of "battle of the bands" situation, and while Mikau, lulu, ect, get on stage this is what our dm plays for us :) (it's a YT link. I plan to make a full comic out of this scenario, I swear. Our reactions were really fun lol)

Anyway, the other main point of giving us emotional damage was after waking all the giants, we are getting ready to face majora and are more or less sent to like. A zen garden? With a machine dude just called the stranger. He tasked us with burying ancient pieces, that eventually rose as "sentient" beings. we were then, told to keep peace between the civilizations. we failed, really hard. Akos tried to show peace between his and izunas creatures, while mabos and nithrils waged war on each other. It ended with the stranger crushing all of our creatures violently and asking us philosophical questions that none of us could really answer properly about whether or not we should even be saving Termina. It's where this cute little sketch came from though :p

We fight majora, and win (barely. Akos got stomped on, literally.) And are met with goddess hylia who, as a reward, are given the option to go to wherever and whenever we want. Mabo goes on a new adventure, nithril goes back in time to undo the bullshit of the twilight realm, and izuna goes home, just 5 years before the events they are now facing. Akos returns home to the domain (izuna flies over the domain for 5 years. I failed my wisdom saving throws so akos got a headache lmfao) and that's how the campaign ended. We all cried LOL

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chiiyuuvv · 1 year ago

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heyy can I request xikers reaction to you being insecure about something in yourself(anything, u name it) thank youu and I love your writing 🤍✨

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First and foremost, minjae understands the pressure to get into a certain college in order to please your parents. But you wanna know whats more important? Why do you wanna go? Other than pleasing your parents. After a long talk and cuddle, you should come into a better sense of whether or not college is something you want to do. But either way, you should always believe in yourself! ♡

"I don't have many followers"

Junmin's going to take away your phone. Not because you did something bad, but so you can take a break. Go outside, turn on do not disturb and take a walk with your lovely boyfriend. Its a win-win for you, him, and his dogs. A win-win-win, technically ♡

"I don't have a good fashion sense"

As someone who likes to dress a certain way, sumin knows what its like, but he has a tip; dress for you. When you wear things that make you happy, you often forget about the others around you, and their opinions. It also helps you stand out from the crowd. Wear what you like ♡

"I cant do any better"

Grabbing both of your hands, jinsik will give them a tight squeeze in front of the mirror, making you repeat the same mantras every morning. They may feel silly at first, but over time they help you convince yourself that you are worthy of whatever you desire ♡

"I dont have many friends"

First, hyunwoo will talk about the importance of friends. Friends that help you grow to become the better you and give you a good laugh. Friends that would never judge you for their own benefit. That being said, you need to eliminate the ones that dont actually care for you. Worry less about the quantity, and more about the quality. Who cares if you only have 3 friends? As long as youre happy and growing, thats all that matters ♡

"I'm not pretty enough"

Beauty is subjective. You may be insecure about one thing, but junghoon, 9 times out of 10, finds it really stinking cute. But what he feels doesnt matter, what others think doesnt matter. How you think matters!! So stop worrying about other peoples eyes and work on your inner self. If youre happy.. youre at peace, and if youre at peace, you start to smile. And thats very attractive ♡

"I'm not that smart"

"Why dont you think youre smart?" Seeun would ask, his chin resting against his hand. "Why do you want to be smart?" These questions may be dumb but they have meaning. We all have the ability to learn something. After all, life is about experiencing things and growing from it. It all just takes time, so dont stop believing in yourself, 'kay? ♡

"No one will miss me when im gone"

Although you may feel alone and think no one would care, yujun would care. Yujun would always care. But, stop worrying about the future, you know? Live your life in the present with no regrets. Every moment spent worrying is a moment spent not really living. When you obsess over that type of stuff, you are missing out on whats in front of you. And when you miss that, you wont realize the people who love and support you ♡

"I feel overweight"

Hunter will take you to the gym, but not just so you become 'thin' and everyone will accept you, to focus on being healthy, mentally healthy too. Focus on getting in shape with a well balanced diet and exercise program. Hunter will help! ♡

"People talk behind my back"

"Do you know that for sure??" Yechan would ask, poking his fork in his salad. "Because most of the time, its just an imaginary conversation you have in your head. Stop worrying what other people think and focus on your well being. But what you said is true, expect to see me at your school." He finishes, shooting you an innocent smile ♡

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fuxuannie · 2 years ago

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First time requesting so sorry if this doesn’t make sense, if you’re willing could you write about Yanqing comforting a reader who’s been feeling down because their feeling burnt out? So so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense but thanks anyway for possibly considering it!

-🌝 anon

↳ pairing : yanqing x g-neutral reader

↳ synopsis : request ♡

↳ authors note : CLEARING OUT DRAFTS 🧸‼‼ i i really wananana get back into writing n i dont wanna leave what i started here!!!

YANQING noticed how much more you tended to zone out within the day. Sure, you'd stop paying attention 5 minutes into his ramble about swords - but at the very least you'd make it to the discussion of how they're made. Nowadays, you're forgetting hes talking to you before he could even start.

Not only that, but you seemed to work and work but seemingly not out of the passion you had before, but almost as if you were doing it in hopes to find a purpose. He couldn't explain it properly, but it was like you were no longer working cause it made you happy, more over because was expected and wanted of you.

Sure, it was your job to serve, but you were allowed to ask for breaks and such if it was needed and you DEFINITELY needed one.

So he had approached Jing Yuan and asked for permission to pull you out of work for a few hours. "Oh, Yanqing.. You kind soul, you're more than free to be able to help them." He does his usual precious smile, bows to his superior and hurries off to find you.

He asked around with the locals if they had seen you, his expression of worry worsening by the second as people would answer more no's and no's. And when all hope seemed lost, a certain fluffy tailed woman had known exactly where you were, and told the concerned blonde once she noticed his usual smile curl downwards into a frown.

"Thank you, Miss Tingyun!" Yanqing bows before running off towards one of the trees in the training grounds, it was a private & closed off area for the Cloud Knights with various different training equipment but a giant tree in the center of it all.

His worry faded away when he saw you asleep against the trunk, snoring softly as your hair was a slight mess due to the wind that was blowing.

The young swordsman sits next to you, his head faced your sleeping form as he hesitantly puts a hand on your shoulder and shakes you. Waking you up from your peaceful nap.

"..Mm.." Was the first sign that you were waking up, watching your head shift slightly before settling in his general direction. Your eyes slowly flutter open, and are greeted to the sight of Yanqing smiling at you fondly and gigglig at your rather sleepy state. "Good Morning." You could hear him saying.

He can see how your expression immediately changes, first confusion and then panic. "W-wait.. Did I doze off?! Oh no, oh dear, I'm sorry for troubling you! I'll return to work-" But Yanqing grabs your hand before you could even stand, theres a small silence for a moment, wind blowing through your hair as you stared into his eyes.

"Don't leave."

You want to protest, but Yanqing shakes his head before you can get another word out. "Worry not. The General allowed you to rest for a little while longer." He reassures you with a closed eye smile, the hold on your hand had no sign of letting go or allowing you to leave.

Grinning at your sigh of defeat, the boy moves a little so you may sit down next to him.

There's a few moments of silence, not exactly awkward but.. comforting. The feeling of gentle wind brushing against your skin, sounds of birds or leaves rustling, and the slow clouds passing by in the distance. You finally take a moment to appreciate everything going on around you, and maybe one of those things was the warmth that wrapped around your hand. How Yanqing's fingers intertwine with yours as he admires the very same things that you are, humming a gentle tune to hopefully soothe your stress away.

"You know.. I don't think I'm built for this line of work sometimes."

His head is quick to turn to you, though your gaze doesn't drift away from the sky up above.

"I dunno, sometimes I can take it and other times.."

You lay against the tree trunk, closing your eyes and take a deep breath.

"It feels like I'm drowning in a pool of my problems and getting dragged further down to the bottom."

He's not sure whether to comfort you with words or with actions, so he simply guides your head to lean down comfortably on his shoulder.

In time, if you'll ask for it, he'll tell you the words of comfort that he's sure you'll need to hear.

For now, he'll be quiet and listen to your problems that you've kept bottled up for far too long.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #yanqing hsr x reader #yanqing x reader #yanqing x you #yanqing imagines

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valentine-cafe · 4 months ago

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More weapon!reader x Yizé 9948e (featuring Yué méng yaó)!

This one is a bit horror like so I hope you don't mind writing for that!

[ Fem/Afab reader ] (written in 3rd person view for easier reading)

After the Zhao family kept her under captive, the infamous killer of grim reapers were in their grasp. The Zhao family were still discussing about fate of this cold-blooded killer. Should she embraced death or let her escape it?

Zhao Yizé and his mother, Yué méng Yaó took guard at the killer. The weapon was sleeping after a gruesome fight with Yizé.

Yizé watched her, torn apart by the fact he fought his highschool best friend to learn what has happend to her. Wished that he had her suffering that she did.

He turned to his mother who was writing onto a notepad, eyebrows furrowed.

“Is she going to get executed?” Yizé quivered, knowing the answer.

“We are still discussing about this, love,” Yué méng yaó began, turning towards her son, “We just need more time to have a meeting about this.”

Yué méng yaó pulled out the notepad, silence was deafening as Yizé began to read the notes on it.

[ THEY ARE WATCHING AND LISTENING US THROUGH HER ]

[ THE HUMANS ARE BORROWING HER EARS AND EYES. ]

[ BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY AND DO. THE HUMANS WILL KNOW OUR PLAN. ]

[ IF THEY KNEW WE ARE KEEPING HER ALIVE, THEY WILL KILL HER. ]

the rest is up to you :3

— 🎨

. ˚◞♡ 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒙 fem!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⊹ ۪

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 9948e yizé

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧋 ꒱ ⊹ ۪ ࣪ grim reaper x reader, mercenary x reader, cw: reader death, heavy angst, soul reaping.

A heavy, heartbroken sigh escapes Yìzé at each paragraph read and burnt into his mind. He could almost hear his mother speak them to him verbally.

You really aren’t making it out of this alive, are you?

With guilt so overbearing and too much to handle, his heart crumbles. It sways with the curtains in the room that float gently, as the wind tugs away at it.

The soft breeze was going to go still at some point as your heart would.

Well. . .

At the very least, you would be a place of peace, of care. He knew that much about the mortal afterlife. No more sorrows and no more hurt inflicted upon anyone. Just peace.

What more could you ever ask for than peace?

Deep maroon eyes wet with crystalline tears that threaten to spill over the waterline and glide their way down his face, land on the floor with the smallest of taps. The same way that your blood had. Earlier.

Splattered across the concrete ground, in some alleyway in the society of shades. It would have dried by now. Or maybe washed away. By some confused but unfazed enigma, or otherworldly of which resided in the neighborhood the fight went down.

Depressing, it was all so depressing. From the cold air of the room, to the atmosphere that haunted the entire estate.

He wanted you to be free.

Free of this control you were under.

Free to breathe, free to live.

But that was not the reality you were going to face and it hurt like nothing he had ever felt. Loss truly was the cost of love.

‘This is why reapers are taught not to love mortal souls,’ he recounts bitterly within his very own mind palace. A place he never visits. If he is able to disregard feelings, he can work effeciently. Feeling, that is something for later.

With his eyes now closed, and the world around him quiet. As he and his mother sits and simply watches the time waste and rot itself away in your sleep. He sits and recounts more of the lectures he has been taught.

‘And should one fall for a mortal, may the heart distance itself and a head be turned. Lest the heartbreak kill the vulnerable heart we bear.’

The touch of a staff, the smallest tug at it. Dragging a large blade with it in it’s tug. Painfully ironic, the hand finds the scythe before it finds yours. His soul knows his purpose but his heart and brain screams for him to stop.

With the smallest of glance cast his way by his mother. All she can do is sigh, and eventually look away again. What efforts is there to make when he simply wishes for your peace? You were a mortal, and your soul was long overdue. A crinkling pocketwatch told her as much.

“Shall I leave?” She murmurs quietly. Breaking the silence that previously covered the room like a rug attempting to suffocate all living things within the area.

Her eyes meet with his face that grows ever sharper than it previously was. Formations of the purest of quarts scattering across her son’s cheekbones and down his throat, his arms, and leaving no skin to be seen on his hands.

Fat tears plap down on the floor as the reaper you have known since you were a kid raises his scythe at you. Once again today, has he raised blade. And for the last time today is it with the means of taking away your soul and sending it to solace and solitude.

There is no saving if you are this far into everything. There is no comfort.

As much as that may be what the wooden planks of the floor that has greeted you with groans and creaks each time you have walked upon it, wishes to be. As much as the trees of the garden may cry themselves to death and disease as you go—

It has to be done. And you have to go.

Maybe next spring will be better. The leaves blossming a bit more with the kindness that you carried. The flowers fragant thant ever.

One day you will be able to understand why he did it. When you are in the afterlife and you have been helped to peace. You will understand.

This was an act of love and not one of resent, nor repulsion.

And the blade swings itself through your sleeping form. Cutting through your body, but only collecting your soul.

No harm is truly done, and you still lay there. With a newfound tranquility roaming each and every nerve and sense. the bed sinking a bit more as your body turns off. You feel just as alive as you did when he last reaped your soul. It is freeing.

It is quite tragic, you never heard the scream he let out as he had to send you off. No soul ever truly does.

But you were free.

And his grieving, shattered heart will mend with that knowledge. Next spring, he will find himself at peace again.

You did not deserve to go through execution awake. A soul with forced taint, and forced violence. You deserved a peaceful passing. Even if that means he will get in trouble for doing what he has done.

Alas, he has his mother with him the entire way.

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ daydreams — yize 9948e ꒱#monster fucker #terato #teratophillia #grim reaper character #mercenary character #x reader #reader insert #yize 9948e #zhao yize 9948e #angst #asterism

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luneboop · 4 months ago

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Hi again! ♡ I'm EE

I would like to know what positive things will come into my life in the coming months, please.

Thank you so much once again sweetheart! I appreciate your time and energy in answering my questions 🫶🏻

Hey darling! Thank you for sending in another ask and no worries, I have finally gained enough energy today to consult the cards! I hope this will help you once again, and as always, please don't hesitate to reach out to me again as you've done so kindly<3

The positive things that will most likely appear into your life in the next coming months are luck, peacefulness and the ability to move on with a sense of renewed purpose in your endeavours.

Prior to this, you may have been feeling perhaps a whirlwind of emotions, going through a lot of different experiences you have had to learn to navigate through. All of the cards that came out were all in reverse, which meant to me that all of these different confusing emotions will all come to an end. You will have an opportunity to take a break, to recuperate and reenergise your spirit before stepping into a new phase of your life! I kept on seeing that you might go on a vacation of some sorts? Perhaps a summer vacation if you're living in the Southern Hemisphere! Or any kind of vacation for that matter, where you're able to finally rest your body, mind and soul. You definitely deserve it after what you've been through <3

A few keywords I'm going to throw in here as well that may resonate now or at a later date are: "quiet contemplation", "your patience will be rewarded", "bliss" .

That's all I've got for you for now, EE, I wish you a blessed day ahead ♡ — lune

#answered! ──★#tarot #tarotblr

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honeymilktea-444 · 1 month ago

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🪽💖 A Prayer for you, Pick a prayer 🪽💖

Hi my babies! Take a deep breath in and out and pick whichever pile/number/picture that you’re drawn to. The numbers are on the picture. Enjoy and take what resonates. 💐💖

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

• DISCLAIMER • replace any words with whomever you pray to. the purpose of this pick a card is to pick a pile and the pile you pick will have a prayer that your soul needs the most at this specific time of your life. let your intuition guide you. feel free to pray this prayer anytime you need it. this is for people who are overwhelmed, and don’t have the words to say. I’ve blessed these prayers with nothing but positive energy and pure intentions. they are safe to repeat. I crafted each prayer on my own based on the cards I pulled for each pile. Please do not copy and last to post as your own. Thank you. Sending love 2 you! ⚠️

🕊️ Pile 1 🕊️

• the chariot •

Hi my pile 1 babies. Here is your prayer for the current themes you’re struggling with in your life, or this year, or for things you are hoping to embark on. Repeat it anytime you need it. In the morning and before bed. 💖

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Divine Source of all power,

In this moment of challenge and movement,

I call upon your grace, your unwavering force,

To guide me through the currents that pull at my heart and mind.

Grant me the strength to face the road ahead,

With the courage to trust in the journey I am on,

And the clarity to steer with confidence

Through obstacles that seem insurmountable.

Help me harness the energy within and around me,

To move forward with balance and purpose.

Let my will be steady, my direction true,

As I ride the chariot of my own soul,

Boldly toward the horizon of my destiny.

May I find harmony between opposing forces,

May my heart and mind become one in purpose.

Let me feel your presence, guiding my reins,

So that I may not falter or fear.

In moments of doubt, grant me your light,

That I might trust in the power of my own inner strength,

And in the knowing that the path, however difficult,

Leads me ever closer to my truest self.

I surrender to your wisdom,

Embracing the journey with grace and resilience,

Trusting that every challenge is an opportunity for growth,

And every victory a reflection of your eternal love.

So it is, so it shall be.

Amen.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

• this prayer can also be said over a lit candle, you can also make this prayer a petition, the best color candle for this prayer would be red or white •

🕊️ Pile 2 🕊️

• 4 of swords •

Hi my pile 2 babies. Here is your prayer for the current themes you’re struggling with in your life, or this year, or for things you are hoping to embark on. Repeat it anytime you need it. In the morning and before bed. 💖

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Divine Presence,

Source of all peace and stillness,

I come to you weary and seeking rest,

Longing for the calm that nurtures my soul.

In the midst of my busyness and burden,

I surrender to your sacred pause.

Grant me the grace to lay down my worries,

To find solace in the quiet space between thoughts.

Help me release the weight of my struggles,

And allow my spirit to breathe, to heal,

In the sanctuary of your presence.

Teach me the sacred art of stillness,

That I may rest not only my body,

But also my mind, my heart, my soul.

Guide me into the silence where clarity resides,

Where the answers I seek are whispered softly,

And where my strength is gently restored.

In this moment of retreat,

Help me reconnect to the deep well of peace within me,

Remind me that rest is not a weakness,

But a necessary gift of love and care,

A sacred renewal for all that lies ahead.

Let me trust in the wisdom of this pause,

Knowing that in stillness, I am not lost,

But rather, I am being prepared,

Refined, and made whole again.

May your healing touch wrap around me,

Like a blanket of grace, soothing my tired spirit,

And may I emerge from this rest renewed,

Balanced, and ready to rise again

With renewed purpose and strength.

So it is, so it shall be.

Amen.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

• this prayer can also be said over a lit candle, you can also make this prayer a petition, the best color candle for this prayer would be blue or purple •

🕊️ Pile 3 🕊️

• 2 of pentacles •

Hi my pile 3 babies. Here is your prayer for the current themes you’re struggling with in your life, or this year, or for things you are hoping to embark on. Repeat it anytime you need it. In the morning and before bed. 💖

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Divine Source of all flow and stability,

I come before you seeking your guidance

As I navigate the delicate dance between forces that pull me in different directions.

Grant me the wisdom to balance the many roles I carry,

And the grace to juggle my responsibilities with ease and clarity.

In moments of overwhelm,

Help me to find my center,

To remember that true strength lies not in perfection,

But in my ability to adapt, to move with the rhythm of life,

And to trust in the flow of your divine timing.

May I learn to shift with grace between all that calls for my attention,

And find peace in the spaces between effort and rest.

Guide my hands to steady the things that matter,

To know when to give more and when to release,

When to hold on and when to let go.

Help me discern with clarity the priorities of my heart,

And the wisdom to know that I need not carry it all alone.

Surround me with your loving presence,

That I may be grounded even amidst change.

When I feel stretched beyond my limits,

Remind me that balance is not static,

But a dynamic, ever-changing process,

And that I am capable of navigating this ebb and flow,

If I trust in your guidance and in my own inner strength.

May I find peace in the rhythm of life's cycles,

And in each small choice I make,

May I create harmony not just for myself,

But for all those I encounter along the way.

Grant me patience, divine one,

And the ability to trust that all things will fall into place,

When I remain open, present, and attuned to your flow.

So it is, so it shall be.

Amen.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

• this prayer can also be said over a lit candle, you can also make this prayer a petition, the best color candle for this prayer would be green or yellow •

🕊️ Pile 4 🕊️

• the sun •

Hi my pile 4 babies. Here is your prayer for the current themes you’re struggling with in your life, or this year, or for things you are hoping to embark on. Repeat it anytime you need it. In the morning and before bed. 💖

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Divine Light,

Source of all warmth and radiance,

I open my heart to your bright and boundless energy,

Seeking your healing presence to illuminate the shadows of my soul.

Grant me the grace to receive your light fully,

To bask in your truth, your clarity,

And to know that I am worthy of your love and joy.

In moments of darkness or uncertainty,

Help me to remember that your light is always with me,

Even when it feels distant or hidden.

Guide me back to the brightness of my own spirit,

That I may see clearly, feel deeply, and embrace the fullness of life

With trust, with hope, and with an open heart.

Let the warmth of your presence heal what is broken within me,

Restoring my strength, my confidence, and my faith in myself.

Help me to see the beauty and the potential in every moment,

And to rejoice in the simple, sacred gifts of today.

May your light shine through me,

So that I may reflect it into the world,

Bringing joy, clarity, and healing to those around me.

In your radiant embrace,

Help me to stand tall,

To step forward with courage and joy,

And to live my truth boldly and without fear.

Let your light be a constant reminder that I am not alone,

That all things are possible,

And that I am always held in your loving embrace.

May I walk forward in the brilliance of your sun,

Trusting in the beauty of the journey ahead,

And in the knowing that with each step,

I am moving closer to the fullest expression of my true self.

May your love illuminate every corner of my being,

Filling me with the warmth, clarity, and joy of your eternal light.

So it is, so it shall be.

Amen.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

• this prayer can also be said over a lit candle, you can also make this prayer a petition, the best color candle for this prayer would be yellow or gold •

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