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Merry Christmas!! 🎄🎁

Merry Christmas Anon! ☃︎𖢔𐂂

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Favorite Aeon?

Xipe! They're just absolutely gorgeous. What's your favorite Aeon?

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You mentioned having Robin on Hsr awhile back ik it isn't what you normally post but I have her and don't really know how to build her, may I see your Robin build?

Hi! I don't know if it's all too good of a build but sure thing!

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When will my smut request be out? I rewuested it like a month ago.

Because I don't feel like writing smut right now? If you want it that bad you could always commission me. Or you know, write it yourself.

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This popped into my head so yk, I just had to write it. It's Christmasy! Yay!

Warnings: none. Gn reader.

Request: no.

Words: 563

“Are you sure this is a… Tradition of yours, Child of man?” Malleus stood as still as a statue as (Y/n) worked.

Sebek’s eyes went back and forth between (Y/n) and Malleus, the look on his face scrunching up with barely held back rage with every second that ticked by. The vein on his head looked like it was about to burst. Before he could snap and break them apart from each other and take off that god awful ‘decoration’ on his Young Master's head, Lilia quieted him with a hand over the mouth- the vampiric male looking as amused as ever.

“Of course it's tradition!” (Y/n) exclaimed, adjusting the garland wrapped poorly around Malleus' horns. They hung two glittery red bulbs from his horns, before standing back to admire their work. “Why do you doubt me?”

Malleus paused, looking around at Diasmonia. The dorm was looking very… colorful, a stark image to its usual look. He had insisted on celebrating this Christmas (Y/n) kept talking non-stop about as soon as the snow began falling. So today, on a dark and gloomy night everyone spent the day decorating and making cookies, and having cocoa.

“No.” He answered, ignoring the bulbs that jiggled on his horns when he tilted his head slightly. (Y/n) had gone out of their way to place them there, those ornaments could stay. At least until he slept.

He looked at the Christmas tree, decorated to the point the Christmas bulbs and lights could barely even stay on. “I believe I like this tradition of yours.”

“Holiday.”

(Y/n) corrected, looking over at the tree with him. Slowly, they leaned against Malleus, a smile warming their face. “It’s pretty, isn't it?” The question was answered before the words were even spoken. Yes, it was beautiful.

“Yes, well we still need to put the topper on, let's not forget!” Sebek squished between the two, separating the pesting human from his Young Master by a small distance, much to his enjoyment. “Young Master, would you like to do the honors?” Sebek held out the star to Malleus, who took it with a gentle hand.

“Hmph.. It is (Y/n)’s idea to celebrate Christmas. I will allow them the honors.” He passed the tree topper over to the human, before simply scooping them up and setting them in his shoulders- much to Sebek's heavy disapproval in the background- allowing (Y/n) the height to achieve placing the topper on the exceedingly tall tree.

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“Just wait until Christmas day, there’ll be presents everywhere.”

In the dim light of the living area, Malleus smiled against the rim of his mug, still warm in his hands.

He glanced up at the garland, still strewn around his horns and plopped on his head in a clumsy fashion. And yet, Malleus wouldn't have had it any other way than this. Sat cuddled up with his favorite person, in the silence of a peacefully warm home.

“I don't doubt it, child of man.”

He glanced over to see (Y/n), curled up against his side with their eyes closing. Setting down his cup on the stand nearby he adjusted the blanket around them, pulling them close to his chest. Oh how this measly human had managed to wrap him around their finger in such a short amount of time.

“Sleep well, (Y/n).”

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Will you write any Christmas fics?

I don't know I haven't really given it much thought? I can probably squeeze out a few if that's what you guys want.

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Well so far the only four fandoms I'm comfortable doing are TWST, Genshin, Homicipher, and Stardew Valley. I'm currently working on roleplay books for them currently, and a bio for my main OC, Lotus.

I actually came off of anon to show him to you! I absolutely love him, but I might be a little delulu since I bought him for $50! XDDDD

Wahhhh he's very pretty! And I mean hey, if you like him then the money was spent well! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Oh also feel free to Dm me on Tumblr if you'd like!

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Hey I saw some roleplay books on your Wattpad account. Would you ever like to roleplay with me?

-Rollo Anon

Depends on the fandom but sure!

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Have you worked on anything new for Cynder recentlt?

Aside from this ask there was also that one ^^ (Hi Delulu ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡) And it's not really an x-readed fic but it's something I guess ¯\_ (ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯ Tbh I didn't expect anyone to actually like her.

Warnings: Death, stabbing, fighting, etc. angst ig.

Words: ~500

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The Bittersweet Sting

This had already happened before.

It was like Cynder was looking into a mirror. A replica that looked exactly like her. A replica of what she had so desperately strived to be at one point, spun into a monster. Or, perhaps she was looking at the person she had become herself, in some twisted sense of way.

A guttural scream churned and bubbled into the other woman's throat like boiling water in a pot, before being ripped from the mouth. With bloodied palm and bleeding heart she tightened her grip on the spear, lunging forwards in an attack entwined in desperation and rage.

Cynder's eyes narrowed as she ducked past the weapon feeling the edge slice across her cheek in a small cut. She readied her sword with a hand covered with years of blood. No matter how many times she washed it off, the memories remained, a memorial of those who'd both deserved, and had not deserved the fate life had given them by tossing them so carelessly into her path.

Cynthia collapsed against her side, spitting up blood into the shoulder of her executioner and her sister. She gasped in a wheezed, pathetic breath, stumbling on boneless legs and feeling the slickness of the blood covered blade slide from her body. Cherubic eyes melted into shamrock as she fell backwards.

It was the exact same.

A destiny Cynder couldn't help to ever change.

One of them always stood over the other, watching with wide eyes as the other bled out onto the asphalt breaths coming in heaved gasps.

A sisterhood, doomed from the very start.

Cynder reached out, arm bracing around Cynthia's shoulder as she lowered the woman to the ground, mist gathering in the corners of her eyes. Her hand pressed against the gaping wound on Cynthia's stomach, as if to staunch the bleeding for even a moment.

“Was… Was it cold?”

“Terribly so, Sister.”

Cynder whispered, shaking her head. “Terribly so.” Cynthia smiled, teeth stained with dripping crimson. Her hand lifted, cupping against Cynder's cheek and smearing it with the blood of her lineage.

“All I ever wanted was you.” She whispered to her twin, brushing her thumb against the warm cheek under her hand. Cynder reached up as Cynthia went limp, keeping her hand cradled against her cheek for a moment longer. Perhaps to feel the warmth of the blood that once flowed through her veins connecting them since even before birth.

“I know.”

She dropped Cynthia's hand, her other arm moving to cradle the other woman's head against her own.

“You… were everything.” Cynder said in a fleeting whisper, her hand sliding down Cynthia's face to shut her stuck open eyes.

Always a bittersweet ending.

Fly high, my songbird.

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓽 ↬𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

⚠️ Mention of suicide, read at your own risk⚠️

Forever by your side..

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It seems your father had just vanished one day."

Lilia acknowledged, the three of them sitting down with a big book in front of them. (Y/n) sat between Lilia and Malleus, face falling at the Fae's words.

The book was old and many of the pages where thin and ripped, aged and in need of repair. The bindings holding the book together were starting to wither away and most of the pages were falling out and around the table in heaps and piles. There were old newspapers, sheets, and everything you could ever imagine stored away in these books.

Malleus was sorting through another book similar to the one Lilia had in front of him, though it looked a bit more newer. Not by much though it was enough to see a difference.

“So if he just vanished that really means he was really able to make a type of portal to the human world before his suicide.”

Malleus lifted his head up from a tattered newspaper he was scanning, “Your father…” He didn’t finish his sentence. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He apologized.

“It’s.. Okay.” (Y/n) murmured, lips pulling upwards as Lilia settled his hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll always have the memories, young one. Sometimes that's all you'll need.”

“Yeah.” She agreed in a breathless sigh, and silence filled the room as everyone went back to sorting through the papers. By the time someone found something she could’ve sworn her fingers were going to start bleeding from the amount of pages they’d gone through.

It was weird, in a way. It was like going back into the past, reading things about her father she’d never known about until now. In a way it felt like she was intruding into Derek’s personal life, with things about the war he’d probably wanted to forget about.

(Y/n) had never felt so close yet so far from her father at the same time.

“I’ve found the address to his old home. Likely it’s vacant from how far out he lives. You and Malleus could pay a visit while I sift through more of these pages.” Lilia said, scribbling down the address on some blank paper and handing it over to Malleus.

(Y/n) and Malleus shared a look, before standing up. At the end of the table Malleus offered out his arm and she wrapped her own around it before walking out of the room.

Lilia watched them walk out of the room with bright eyes, shaking his head to himself with a smile. “Those two… We may just have a bride for the prince soon, Sebek.”

He said, looking over at the half fae hidden behind some of the bookshelves. Sebek’s eyes widened. “Master Lilia-”

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“Oh these are so good.”

(Y/n) gasped out, taking another bite of the cookie. Malleus had taken her to one of his favorite bakeries as a pit stop before they traveled out to visit that old house out of town.

“The tea is even better. These herbal leaves can only be found in Briar Valley alone. And I assure you, they are most best prepared in Briar Valley as well. Have a sip.” Malleus said, offering his cup of tea over to her.

Blowing across the surface of the steaming tea first, (Y/n) quietly took the warm cup into her hands and took a small sip, humming as the liquid soothed down her throat. “Honey?” She asked, handing the cup back to Malleus, who had nodded.

“Honey and Briar leaves, with milk and a pinch of cinnamon.” He informed her, “A nice herbal blend, is it not? In particular this tea is my favorite out of other popular brands.”

“It is very good. I would love to come and have another cup with you at some point.” (Y/n) said, taking another small bite out of her cookie. Malleus’ green eyes glinted at her in excitement, had his tail been out it likely would’ve been wagging like a dogs.

“Consider it scheduled then.”

After a good while of sitting and chatting in the Bakery Malleus had taken her too, they were on their way again, walking through the snow, all warm and cozy thanks to a little spell Malleus had set on the both of them. 

Despite the fact she couldn’t seem to stop smiling around this man to save her life she also felt the build up of anxiousness. Either they were going to find out absolutely nothing about her father, or they were going to learn everything about him. And she didn’t know how to feel about that.

“I would advise you to take a deep breath.” 

Malleus’ voice cut through her thoughts like a hot knife, making (Y/n) look over at him in interest. “Huh?” She asked out in an exhale.

“You looked anxious. Taking a deep breath would help that. Or so I’ve been told. Usually I just use magic to dispel such feelings.” 

A frown tugged at her face, and (Y/n) placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“That doesn’t sound very healthy, Malleus. Those feelings occur to make us learn how to push and work our way through them.” She said, earning a low hum back. “I do not do it often. Or else yes, there would be consequences. I assure you, I do not feel such feelings often. I’ve grown up in a household riddled with work that would make most ordinary humans crumble.” 

“I just want you to be safe.” She insisted, letting her hand drop from his shoulder. “I care about you, Mal.” 

She could not see the look on his face at her words as she sped up pointing to an old house way off in the distance. Nor could she hear the way his heart sped up two beats too fast in his chest. 

“You think that’s the place? It looks familiar, to be honest with you. Though in my memories it's a lot more… Cared for.” 

“Yes, I believe that is the place. You know, if you don’t want to walk, I could always teleport us there.” 

“That’s alright, Mal. conserve your energy. Besides, I wanna see if I can remember anything on the way to the house, you know? It’s been so long since I’ve last been here.” 

The driveway was covered in a thick sheet of snow that went up to their knees as they reached the driveway. In reality, she couldn’t really tell where the driveway even was anymore. Malleus began walking forwards towards the home, trudging through the snow and (Y/n) followed afterwards, stepping into his steps. 

The roof was partially caved in towards the back, the paint peeling off the tiles from constant exposure to the weather. When they reached the porch (Y/n) took a deep breath before reaching down under the mat and flipping it up. 

It was partially mildewed and crumbled under her fingers, making her shiver in partial disgust. “If I remember correctly… There’s a key tapped onto the mat.” 

The key was still in place, though it fell immediately off the mat when she lifted it. Picking it off the floor (Y/n) inserted it into the lock and twisted, opening the door. Warped from years it took a few good shoves to get it open. It gave way with a loud creak that had the both of them cringing. 

“Ready?” (Y/n) asked, the smell of the house was musty, and she found herself holding her breath. Malleus placed a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her softly. “Are you ready?” He asked back.

“Yeah. I-..I think.”

The first step into the house was normal, it didn’t send her back in a loop of memories like she was expecting. All the furniture was still in place and the kitchen was directly in front of them, dishes in the sink still waiting to be washed. 

She could still remember that night well. Her father was eating the meatloaf he'd made, and she was sitting on the table across from him in her little pink shoes with black shorts on and a pink t-shirt picking at brussel sprouts. He’d seemed so much more worn out that day. 

“Daddy I don’t wanna eat these yucky things!” She cried out, poking at the ugly green veggie with her fork. Her father looked up from his plate he had been zoned into and gave a tired chuckle. Derek had a smile though it didn’t reach up nearly as far as it should and the bags under his eyes seemed to have grown darker by the day. 

“But how are you going to grow up big and strong if you don’t eat your veggies baby?” He asked, reaching over and grabbing her fork, plucking up a brussel sprout with it. 

Her father ate it quickly, giving a dramatic hum of approval that had her giggling at him. 

“Mmm! Delicious! See? You might want to try them, or I'll end up eating all of them on you.” He said in a playful threat, leading to her taking her fork back and eating a brussel sprout for herself. 

Her fathers gaze had ventured over to the window, peering out at it mindlessly. 

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A pair of fingers snapped in front of (Y/n)’s face, drawing her out from the flashback. Malleus stared down at her with curious eyes, filled with hints of worry. 

“Are you alright? You’ve been staring at that table like it’s going to come and eat your toes.” 

(Y/n) forced a stiff nod, hand absentmindedly reaching out to grab onto his. Malleus gave her hand a squeeze, “I’m fine. Let's go and take a look upstairs. I remember him having a bunch of books in his room.” 

They looked up at the broken down staircase, and in a flurry of firefly like lights they were at the top of the stairs, Malleus steadying her body from the sudden teleportation. 

“Those stairs were simply too risky to take. Now let us go, yes?” 

She nodded, leading them over and down a hall towards another door, painted a light blue with some crayon marks of her childhood. 

“I see you like to doodle.” 

She nodded with a laugh. “They’re probably all over the walls. My dad said I was one creative cookie.” She pushed open the door, the roof was caved in and despite the fallen debris the room was as tidy as it could be. Luckily the roof had only seemed to fall in on the bed on the other side of the room.

A dark stain was on the rug, tainting the soft baby blue color a murky red. Malleus’ nose wrinkled. 

“Is that…” 

“Yeah..” (Y/n) trailed off, looking at the dark stain with a frown on her face. “How? If I may ask.” Malleus wrapped an arm around her waist, turning (Y/n) away from the dried mess on the floor.

“He.. He shot himself. That night seemed like it was all normal up until he did it. We ate meatloaf together and then he tucked me in for bed. Next thing you know there was a bang and a few minutes later Aunt Jen was pulling me out of the house with a little bag of clothes.” 

(Y/n) shook her head.

Her eyes watered, and she forced herself to keep going, despite the burning pain in her chest. Like her heart was being ripped into pieces. “But.. That wouldn’t explain how I got to my world if dad was killed here instead. Or where his body ended up.” 

 Malleus tapped his chin in thought, “Unless, of course your “Aunt Jen” as you put it..” 

Her heart seemed to stop for a moment in disbelief, making her swallow thickly, but her throat seemed to close up on itself at the mere thought of his words. They couldn’t possibly be true could they be? She looked over at the Dragon Fae, lost for words and heart splitting in two.

“Unless my Aunt Jen really isn’t my Aunt Jen at all…” (Y/n) finished for him.

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What's ur fav Christmas movie/show

There's a lot, actually lmfao Christmas is my favorite holiday aside from Halloween. But my top two are

I don't know why I like Rise Of The Guardians so much but maybe it's because it's funny and full of spirit (in my opinion, at least). As for the Polar Express it's a tradition to watch every year for my family. I wouldn't give it up over anything, it holds a lot of priceless memories.

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Ooo you have a Wattpad account??? Can I follow it? I'm still setting mine up unfortunately XDD

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Yes of course! My Wattpad account is Tatwater23 here's what it should look like!

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Thinking about making a Wattpad account to keep my writing and characters together (especially since I bought two beautiful ocs recently!!)

-Rollo obsessed Anon

I actually have Wattpad! It's very good at keeping things organized in different books! Sorry I took so long to answer this, thanksgiving preparations were keeping me busy lmao.

I hope everyone that celebrates thanksgiving had an amazing thanksgiving, btw! I know I ate myself into a food coma lmao.

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im sorry but i cannot stop thinking about isha's pastel memories that play during her sacrifice scene.

look at how full of colour this beautiful fuckin shot is:

it's been well established in episodes 4-6 how grim and dark the undercity has become under cait and ambessa's new rule. but look at how isha sees/remembers it - because of jinx.

jinx, who went through a severe childhood trauma that has carried over into her present self - she covers extremely destructive weapons and grenades in bright pinks and blues, neons, childlike doodles, graffiti. (joy and destruction, powder and jinx, a contrast so striking it becomes like a signature for her).

and then we see the world through isha's eyes. when we meet her in episode 2, she's running through sewers, from goons dressed in black; it's grimy and grim. and then all of her recent memories are done in these childlike pastel, almost crayon-y sketches. because what isha saw was jinx covering a dark and grim world in colours.

and so isha covered her world in colour, too.

because jinx made her world bright.

isha looked at jinx and saw the child in her. she saw powder and she saw jinx. she saw joy and destruction. and that's why jinx gave isha so much hope. isha knew the world was grim and dark - but then she watched jinx, and she learned that you can paint over all that grim darkness with neon blue spray paint.

that's why isha believed in hope. that's why in her final moments - in a scene that is lit dimly and dramatically - she sees nothing but a bright world coloured in pastels.

never underestimate the hope of a child.