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intimidating-fettuccine · 9 months

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Another round of random creep headcanons

Because I'm not in a productive headspace and still want to write new content

Jane and Jeff while working under Slender have a truce, and while they definitely aren't friends and don't have the best relationship, there is one topic in which Jane will broach with him regularly; hair care products. Jeff has some of the best hair in the mansion (even to the extent that Jason asks him what products he uses), and so Jane, who is on a never-ending journey to be the most stylish person in the mansion, one day caved and asked him what his hair care routine was. Jeff was baffled and shocked about the whole thing, but now it's become routine that whenever he tries something new that works, he tells her about the product. Sometimes he gets her her own as a gift, but Jane gets too self-conscious about receiving gifts from him, so she always gets him a gift of equal value.

Brian got Tim to start doing face masks. Brian has always taken good care of his skin, and he finds the prospect of face masks to be very relaxing, so he's gotten Tim to start doing them as well, and much to Tim's chagrin, his skin is looking and feeling better than ever, and it is actually an incredibly relaxing way to spend your time. The others used to tease him for it, but having your ass beat by a hunky, angry man with a face mask is an experience you find hard to forget, so everyone started leaving him alone about it. You'll find him relaxing next to Brian, face mask on, eyes closed, iced sweet tea in hand, just calming down after a long day. People still can't help but chuckle at him for it though, considering he looks like such a dad while he's doing it.

Liu and Slender have overtaken the mansion with their Plant DadTM habits. Slender has an incredibly huge garden surrounding the mansion that he's worked on so hard over the years, and Liu shares the same aspirations for plants, with his bedroom being completely decked out in a variety of plants, but now the two of them have combined and decorated the rest of the mansion in plants as well. Flowers, indoor trees, succulents, cacti, any type of plant you can imagine, they have it somewhere in the mansion. They both split duties on caring for them, and all of the plants are flourishing wonderfully, and they honestly do bring a lot of life into the mansion. Sometimes the others will pitch in to help every now and then too, but it's usually Liu and Slender pulling most of the weight with them.

Jason has gotten into the arts recently, and his main area of focus has been sculpting. He started out with things like cups and plates, but recently, he's been trying to seriously challenge himself, and he's been trying to make sculptures of all of the other resident's faces. It's difficult and time-consuming, but it's something that relaxes him at the end of the day. So far, he's completed sculptures of Slender, Helen, Pup, and Toby, and he's currently working on EJ and Jane. It's a good hobby for him with his attention to detail and artistic capabilities. He does his absolute best to get them as accurate as possible, including every single scratch or scar or dimple on all of their faces. He sculpts down to just below their chests as well, so he thinks it's fun to come up with tops for them to be wearing in the sculptures as well, and he likes doing different textures for different clothing.

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startanewdream · 9 months

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(found this lying on my tumblr drafts; have no idea what month those prompts for Jily Microfics were — and frankly I'm embarrassed to even tag them, at this point)

#22 - Album and #25 - Photograph (I'm cheating, I know)

It was the first morning back; over the sound of people chatting in the Great Hall and Sirius’ barking laugh as he commented on some dirty joke with Peter, James heard Evans’ happy voice.

“That’s Firenze,” she was telling Mary. The foreign word sounded exquisite in her voice; it made wings flutter inside him, even though James had promised himself he would get over Lily Evans. “And this was in Pisa. The Leaning Tower was incredible, I cannot believe there is no magic sustaining it still.”

“Pisa?” In front of James, Remus turned to the girls. “Have you been to Italy this summer?”

Evans nodded, excited. It did seem as if she had enjoyed the summer, James thought; her skin was shining, not tanned but with freckles, and her hair had some faded strands, almost blond. If he was not over his feelings for Evans, James would say she had come back from summer vacation more gorgeous than ever; due to his new life philosophies, he thought the summer had done her good in a healthy way.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Italy,” Remus said.

Evans giggled. “To Rome, I guess. Here,” and she handed Remus the mini-album she had been showing to Mary. “Don’t mind me, but I took some nice pictures.”

James glanced at her. “Can I see it too?” He asked before he could control himself.

Remus had the album opened in front of him, so James could look at it anyway; Evans seemed to be realising the same thing — she threw him a funny look — but all she said was, “The photos don’t move.”

“And?”

Evans looked as if she wanted to say something, but she shrugged and nodded towards the album, then turned to Mary.

James leaned on the table to watch as Remus turned the pages. The photographs were nice indeed, showing old Renaissance cities, Classic buildings he had only heard of, and paintings and sculptures that did not move, but captivated his gaze all the same, entranced by the way the artist had made his art look so alive.

"These are amazing," he breathed, and he didn't think anyone had heard, until Evans sighed, approvingly. James fought back a blush, leaning down, and it didn't help that Remus had paused at a page that showed Evans in front of a large painting with a naked woman.

A red-haired naked woman.

"That's The Birth of Venus, by Botticelli," Evans explained helpfully. "Venus was—"

"The Goddess of Love," completed James, raising his eyes to meet Evans' green ones. His heart skipped a beat that had nothing to do with any foreign goddess. "Love and beauty."

"Yes." She placed a strand of her hair behind her ear; her cheeks were pink. "It was a marvelous painting."

He was about to ask her, rather abruptly, if she couldn't show more about Muggle's paintings, when Remus turned to the next page; and then Evans' face was positively red as she grabbed her album suddenly—but not before James glanced at the last photo. There was a guy sharing ice cream with Evans.

"That's all," she said, fidgeting with her hands, and ignoring how her friend Mary was giggling now. "Nice trip. You should go some time."

James forced himself to smile. "Sure."

"Should we get ice cream too?" Mary asked, not hiding her mirth.

Evans rolled her eyes. "It's called gelato." She stood up. "Let's go, we will be late for class."

They departed; Remus watched them go for a moment before turning to James.

"Are you ok?"

James blinked away the images that had formed in his mind, where, instead of that Italian guy who he had barely glanced at—but now assumed the shape and face of an unpleasant handsome guy with an annoying nice accent—he was sharing gelato with Evans in front of The Birth of Venus.

"Yes," he lied.

#Don't eat ice cream in front of famous paintings #that's a disclaimer for this silly fic #Jily #Sixth Year Jily is always messy

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blossom-hwa · 8 months

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tyun dragon au pls B)

I died this is ur fault fuck you chip <3

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS CLOSED!

Title: Glass on the Ice and the Wind

Pairing: Taehyun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: fluff, dragon!au, mc is a glassblower

Warnings: n/a

When you return to your hometown, you don't tell anyone of your journey.

Well, in ways, of course, you do. You must. People knew where you were going, knew the treasure that you sought—they knew you meant to find the rare dragon sands lost to legend hundreds of years ago or more. It would not have made sense if you'd come back, shimmering sand in tow, ready to be blown into the finest glass the world has ever known, and had no adventure in finding it.

So you evade. Tell them bits and pieces, blather about the unimportant things—the price of supplies in surrounding villages, how green the forest leaves glinted under sunlight, the way the white sands of the beaches you crossed glowed in the pale of the moon. You tell them about towns they know, about some they do not know, and you tell them, of course, that you had a guide.

"I would not have found the sands if not for him," you admit readily. "My journey would have been for naught, had I not found him first."

And so, there are questions about your guide that follow. Who was he, what was his name, how did he know the way to the dragon sands and why did he not come back with you?

To all this you laugh, and smile, and give blithe answers away as though there is nothing to hide. A simple traveler of the winds, who gave you a name you could not pronounce (which is true—it was simply not the only name he gave). The path to the sands is one his family has known for generations. He would not have come, though you asked once. He has his own home on the winds, traveling where his fancy guides him—to the snow, to the sands, to the water, the trees.

And all of this is true. None of it is a lie. Much easier to tell them this than, say, tell them that your guide was a dragon.

It's not as if they'd believe you, anyway. Dragons have been the stuff of legend for millennia—even more so than the sands you found, and the shimmering glass they make. No one believes they exist. You wouldn't have, if you had not met one yourself. Which is why you neglect to tell them this one detail, even though it forms the core of one man whom you've grown to care for deeply.

Taehyun. You remember him every moment in your forge, with every bead of sweat that drips down your face. The fire in his eyes follows you in the flames that flicker and leap in your fireplace, the warmth of his laugh etched into every glass sculpture you create. You see him, the dragon you found and helped nurse back to health—you see him everywhere you go, though he has never once been here.

On a dark night, the moon shining full in the sky, you find it in yourself to finally admit it, then. That you fell in love with a dragon. And that though you understand why he couldn't come with you—the same reason you couldn't stay with him—it still hurts to know that there could be nothing more of it.

It's not fair. Which is obvious—life isn't fair—but on nights like these where you miss Taehyun so much it feels like your breath is gone, you almost wish you hadn't gone on your search for the dragon sands. Almost is the key word, almost—because you know in your heart you never could have regretted meeting Taehyun, meeting a dragon and learning legends long lost to humans as you helped him in the ways you could to recover from the curse that had tried to eat away his soul. But if you'd never met him, never heard his voice, never saw his dark eyes under the light of the moon...

If you hadn't known what you were missing, at least you'd never have to mourn it.

But that sort of thinking isn't fair—not to Taehyun, and not to yourself. Which is why, in the morning, you go back to work as usual, and continue to find small comfort in your dragon's warmth everywhere you look.

Until one morning under a cold, blue sky, when the wind blows so strongly that you crave the blazing heat of your forge as soon as you've forced yourself to climb out of bed.

It was a day like this when you met the dragon who used to ride on the winds—no ice and snow, not just yet, but gales whipping you to and fro until you sought shelter in what you thought was an unoccupied cave. You smile a little at the memory, laughing at your fear when you realized the cave was not, in fact, unoccupied, and when you enter your forge the cold melts away and you get to work, toasty warm and safe from the chill. You haven't even been in there half an hour, though, before someone comes pounding at your door.

"Y/N!" A pink-cheeked, breathless Huening Kai stands before you when you step outside. "Someone in the square is looking for you!"

"Looking for me?" You frown, trying to recall if you're expecting any guests. None that you can remember—it's getting too cold for travel, anyone who would have visited would have come in the warmer months. "Did they specifically ask for me? What was their name?"

"He didn't give a name, but he says he seeks the artisan who shaped dragon glass." Kai's eyes sparkle with interest, which is all that keeps you from shutting the door—too often, since you sold the first shimmering piece of glassware that sparkled like the first sun on snow after a blizzard, have you been besieged by those wanting to buy your little shop or try to pry the secret of the dragon sands from your lips. "He's not like the others, Y/N. He said you would know him."

Your frown deepens. Who would you know—

Oh.

You blink rapidly once, twice. Even with the chill of the air, something begins to warm in your stomach, in your chest—a reckless hope that grows against your will the longer you look at Kai. Because it can’t be him. There’s no way.

And yet—

"You said he's in the square?"

You’ve thrown yourself into the cold wind almost before Kai has given you an answer.

The walk to the square is a short one, barely five minutes on a good day. In weather like this it's usually empty, and for good reason—you certainly wouldn't choose to if you didn't have to. But today, there are more people milling about than usual, fighting the sharp wind to gain a glimpse of—

Him.

Wrapped in brown furs tinged with the slightest red, ice-pale streaks running through his dark, dark hair. Warm skin that almost seems to glow, and large eyes that catch yours where you stand at the edge of the square, knees turned to water and arms to jelly. He's dressed so plainly, just the way you would be if you'd thought to put on a coat to ward against the wind, but somehow, still, he wears those ragged furs like a prince.

Taehyun. The dragon you met, the dragon you loved—in his human form, now, in a place you never thought you'd see him.

You're not sure who moves first. In the end, though, it doesn't really matter. You meet, somehow, and then it's just you in his arms and him in yours, his inner warmth seeping into your skin, sheltering you against the chill the way he always did.

"You're here." You realize you're tearing up the moment you speak, embarrassment and emotion clogging your throat. "Why are you here?"

He laughs, and the sound reverbs through your chest—comforting, like the soft gusts of wind that had followed his laughter when you tried to cheer him as he healed in his dark cave. "Why aren't you wearing a coat?" he asks in turn, all the warmth of his love in his eyes as he repeats a question he asked you so many moons ago. His arms pull you closer than you ever thought possible as your hand rises to touch his shoulder, his chin, his cheek, eyes searching his throat where you know there are scattered scales of icy blue hiding behind the furs covering his skin.

You snort wetly, wiping the tears from your face. "Answer me first."

"As you wish." He smiles, and you realize then how much you missed this—how, in the end, you wouldn't have been able to bear the distance from your love, your dragon—how you'd have set out to find him again at least once before you died. The flames that dance in his eyes burn so steadily, rooting you to the here, the now, even as the winds that gust around you threaten to blow you away. "I told you before that I go where the winds blow."

A kiss to your forehead, another to your nose. Feather light, butterfly soft, and then he presses his lips to yours.

You're there for seconds. You're there for an eternity. You're there as the sun rises and sets, the winds howling past—you're there, here, steady against the earth, steady as the fire banked in Taehyun's soul, whose warmth he has shared with you.

When you break away, his eyes are soft, softer than they've ever been. And as you cup his cheek in your palm, brushing away a tear that has just begun to trickle down his skin, he speaks once more. "I go where the winds blow," he says again, words so quiet yet so warm against the icy cold. "This time, they brought me to you."

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banghyunnie · 4 months

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I just saw an art sculpture that was basically a triangle going up (like a piece of pie) and in the middle there was a sphere cut out, so you basically had three curved pillars and a curved surface at the bottom. And that got me thinking about tying someone up there, core pulled as much to the edge as possible and legs spread up tied to two of the pillars, their upper body sloping down into the sphere, hands pulled up above their head and tied to the third pillar. Maybe the roof of the sphere could even be a mirror, so they could watch themselves as they become ruined, skin heated and glistening with sweat as they’re rendered helpless. And THAT got me thinking about who in skz would either do this or have it done to them and honestly?

Art student Hyunjin would absolutely do this to someone, purely to study how this position and sculpture influences and changes the body, where all the curves and creases are, and how to angle his hips just right in order to hit that spot in this downward angle. He‘d also have this done to him so he can study himself in the mirror, watch his sharp features collide with the soft lines of the sculpture, and the special shape essentially creating a spotlight to highlight his toned abdomen and all the shadows created by it. (Listen, I‘m a slut for this man and I‘m not sorry)

Seungmin wouldn’t do this to someone, but he‘d absolutely love having it done to him. It’s a novelty, something he likes exploring, plus being tied up like this means you can just take what you want from him and he’ll be able to please you perfectly. Plus, a smartass like him (not derogatory, he’s genuinely really smart) usually has a dumbification kink and watching himself as his brain turns to mush just absolutely amplifies this.

Similar to Seungmin, Jisung would enjoy being put in that position as a way to try something new, he always something fresh to explore, but I don’t think this would become a regular occurrence for him.

Minho would enjoy both, I think. He‘d consider it elegant, a quality he really appreciates during play. He‘d probably use you being tied up like this as an opportunity for impact play, make you watch as he tints your plain skin in pretty hints of red. When he’s tied up like this, he just begs and babbles for your attention, for your touch, while you tease him with some ice cubes running over his body, the melting water trickling down and collecting on his abs.

Changbin wouldn’t like this, I think, your too far away like that. He prefers close contact, skin on skin as much as possible, the intimacy really gets him going. That being said, if he needed a punishment, this would most certainly do (with lots of cuddles after)

Chan, being the pure blood pleaser that he is, would just be down to whatever you wanted. He‘d be the prettiest rope bunny for you, he’d also be the best rigger if so desired.

I think Felix also doesn’t really like this. The sculpture is just so inaccessible, he has no way of hugging you if he wants to, it makes him uneasy and squirmish. If you were in a setting of three people or more however, that might change and he might actually be down to try both, provided that one person always is close to the one tied up while the other does what they have in mind.

Jeongin wouldn’t like being tied up like that, but he‘d absolutely love tying you up. He’d definitely turn this into some power related roleplay, objectify you and treat you like his toy, and it‘ll be the best thing ever.

~🤍

Oh WOWOWOWOWOWOW. Anon, my friend, buddy ol' pal... you've KILLED me. I couldn't have put it any better myself. This concept has Hyunnie written all over it. I'm drooling. You've melted my brain🤤

#im not okay #skz smut #🤍 anon #stray kids smut #asks:hyunjin #bh asks #hyunjin smut

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us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2 · 3 months

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guys I just was on TikTok for like, a couple hours for the last 3 days and oh my god tumblr is so much better.

mostly because I will say this again and always.

TikTok is tumblr 2.0

The most horrible takes, I actually hate that I used my main hate seethe ow io hate this.

someone save me, oh I hope I don’t get hate on my main.

not because I said anything bad but because TikTok people are a different BREED.

okay example!

Example 1: a video of 3 young teen girls with unblurred faces smashing the remains of a melted ice sculpture.

the comments were filled with hate for these kids like they had punched someone or something, most of them were like “if I saw that I would have beat those kids” and “evil! Can we dox them?”

dude, it was crazy.

Example 2: a video of a horse picture with the text “they ruined the cannibalism metaphor with their shitty poems”

Idk what the context is for that actually lol.

example 3: someone in a mental health matters tagged video saying that you can’t help people who are suffering from Self Harm because it’s on them to do that, also “people who send SH/ED’s pictures are bad people and attention seekers”

that made my jaw fucking drop, like while I’ll always advocate “please don’t send people fresh Self harm photos period” I’m not going to demonise someone that does, because that is beyond a cry for help that’s a scream.

and also everyone was demonising cluster B people, and people who are violent because of mental illness/people who scream and yell say things that hurt people because of mental illness are bad people aswell.

like.. oh my god, it’s different if it’s not purposeful malice and just mental illness shit. Like I know people who are exactly like that, and they are people I love and care for deeply. It’s not their fault they can’t control their emotions because they have can’t control emotions disorder. They regret it deeply and hate themselves for it and want to be better and loved.

that’s truly what most of mentally ill people want, myself included.

and again and again I see people who are like “these people are horrible and don’t deserve help”. Your feelings of being triggered and fucked up by seeing your friend’s self harm is AWFUL! It sucks! But if you love them, you should put yourself first and be kind.

(Literally just going “hey dude, I love you fuck tons but I can’t deal with seeing your self harm. It’s not because I hate you, it’s not because of anything like that. I’m just not as strong as you when it comes to seeing these things, and it makes me uncomfortable. I’m happy to be here and talk about why you feel this way and I’ll be here for you. But I just don’t have the skills to deal with the sight of injury, you are my friend I care about you (REAL NO JOKE)”)

sometimes the people you love will say things that hurt you because they are hurting incredibly badly and just want someone to see that and tell them

“it happens, sometimes (insert mental illness) happens. You’re not a bad person for it happening. so many people are like you and are suffering the same pain, and it happens. You will feel bad until you feel okay, healing takes time. And learning to live with (insert mental illness) is hard, no one ever said it’s easy. It’s hard and it takes a long time, but it gets better <3 because we aren’t perfect! no one is! we hurt and scream and push away those we love and it’s hard to fix that. Sometimes we don’t, but it happens. We will make mistakes and hurt others and ourselves, that’s life. And I’ll be here, because I believe in you even if you are hurting, even if you tell me he most vile shit, I’ll stay. It’s not okay you say that, but your (insert mental illness) it happens and until you feel better I won’t hold it against you. I’ll be hurt, but I won’t hold it against you. Your you, and I think you deserve to live and not hurt anymore. I’ll listen, I will listen.”

mental illness is not a monolith and is so hard and difficult to understand sometimes, we are social creatures and all we want is care and kindness.

YES I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU TOO NPD AND ASPD PEOPLE!

I will never know how to help someone, I will always just flounder until I figure something out. But trying is really all we can ever do.

I love you guys, we are all fucked up we are all so fucked up. And that’s okay, you will be okay.

one of these days it’ll stop, and you will stop feeling bad and feel okay. Some of us will have a hard, hard time figuring out how to do that.

but don’t give up, because I won’t. Even if you couldn’t fulfill your dreams I’ll hold them softly for you, if you suffer let’s suffer together.

if you die, I’ll remember you, if your scared we can be scared together.

It’s going to be okay, because people do care. People actually do care, and your not done yet, just hold on.

you will get there, just hold on. We will make it, we will all make it.

I am still hung up on the first one.

#activism stuff #-pop #disability #mental health stuff #Hopepunk #npd safe #aspd safe

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justins-1-justan · 5 months

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Hiii, can you please please please do dating Bridgette Headcannons? Preferably with a Gender Neutral or a Female Reader?

Yesyesyesyesyes YESSS! Would you all believe me if I said Bridgette wasn't one of my faves till I started this blog but now, I LIVE FOR WRITING FOR HER!! SHE'S JUST SO FUN OMG!

More Bridgette Hcs!!

^also there making the same face which is ADORABLE OMGGG anyways,

contents: Fem!reader (reader is referred to as lobster mother and as bridgette's gf), I am not endorsing lobster stealing I am just acknowledging it.

I'm gonna start right off with a crack headcannon. You both are the moms to a lobster family stolen from a fancy restaurant Bridgette got a coupon for after winning a sponsored surfing tournament.

They live in a beautiful tank with all the amenities little lobsters would need. Their names are, Susie, Snips, Dive, And dine in.

Dine in is named after the sign hanging next to the tank.

You have nights where you stay inside and test out vegetarian recipes.

If you suck at surfing:

one time after a particularly, uh, 'epic' wipe out of yours, Bridgette felt the need to bring reinforcements, the woman who taught her everything. Her mother. While meeting your girlfriend's mom for the first time ever would usually be anxiety inducing anytime, having her witness you manage to get on the open water and stand on the board, but somehow managing to have the board turn up right and smack you dead in the face before you fell under water is certainly an ice breaker.

^ that story will be told to any member of Bridgette's family learning to surf afterwards. "Oh you're doing fine! At least you're not as bad as Bridgette's girlfriend!"

If you're good at surfing however you get to have loads of aesthetic moments surfing together, think that one scene from Lilo and stitch with Nani and David before lilo and stitch almost drown to death.

Bridgette genuinely is one of the most understanding people you've ever met, if you're uncomfortable with something or someone she'll be there to help make you feel more comfortable.

REALLY likes watching documentaries about marine life with you, cuddling on the couch under a blanket while learning various facts.

Takes you to beach clean ups with her.

I like to think she has various hoodies, both oversized and cropped in her collection to the post she doesn't notice you stealing some of them until she sees you wearing one.

She sucks at ice skating. Like really bad. She falls over every five seconds. So if you are good at skating you get to have her cling to your arm for balance,

But if you also suck, you get to fall ✨together✨

Her love language is quality time, just like how she enjoys taking you to partake in her hobby of surfing. She also loves participating in your hobbies no matter how niche. Making sculptures of chicken heads? She'll make her best chicken head she can, as long as she's spending time with you.

And finally she LOVES it when you kiss her freckles! It gives her butterflies.

#total drama #total drama island #tdi #td bridgette #tdi bridgette #td bridgette x reader #bridgette x reader #bridgette x fem!reader #tdi bridgette x reader #fem!reader #total drama x reader

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bajistadiamond · 6 months

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Hey can you make Singer! Yuu sing "Birth of Venus" with a siren girl that they are doing a duet with like siren in the sea?????

Yuu Singer, 🎶💎Ramshackle💎🎶 (Birth of Venus)

Answer: First, I think this is the first non-Disney song to feature in this AU. Second, I hope I picked the right song, because the other one said "Venus Illegititima." Third, this takes place years before Yuu's birth, but it explains some things about this universe.

Nabila Al-Asim was a beautiful and very nervous woman. Today was her boyfriend and fiancé's 18th birthday, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

"Friend, take a second to breathe." She advised Amira, her best friend.

Amira was the second princess of the Coral Sea Kingdom and met Nabila at the Golden Radiance Academy; a small magic academy, specialized in music and arts only for women.

The white-haired woman sat at her vanity to take a few seconds to calm down.

Amira got out of bed and went to her friend to do her hair. "Your boyfriend will love the party you threw; you have nothing to worry about."

Nabila looked at her friend. "Do you believe?" "Clear!". She assured the red-haired woman. "Although, you might want to be careful." Amira warned mischievously.

Nabila knew her friend too well to know that what she was about to say was stupid. "Oh yeah? Why?" But she played along with her confidant.

"Because maybe Salman will end up falling in love with me after our performance." Amira said, feigning a faint with a sigh. Seconds later Nabila threw a cloth in her face.

"You are stupid". The white-haired woman said with a laugh.

They both laughed, because for them this was a recurring joke since they knew that neither of them wanted the other's boyfriend.

After all, they both swore to be more than friends; They were and always would be sisters in everything except blood.

The night was perfect to spend a wonderful evening.

All the guests were very satisfied and surprised, although they shouldn't have been.

The party was organized by the Asim family, and they knew how to outdo themselves at parties.

Salman, Nabila's fiancé, even though he was from a wealthy family, would never have thought of having him birthday party on a private island.

Luxury was present in the mansion, the ice sculptures, the food, the drinks, the exotic flowers and there were even white doves with feathers that threw colored frost when they flew.

Although Salman would have preferred something more discreet, but perhaps that was the price for falling in love with the sister of his best friend, who descended from the most eccentric and partying family in Twisted Wonderland.

Right now the dark-skinned man was wondering where the hell Nabila was while she drank a glass of sherry.

"How's the birthday boy?" Salman looked at the newcomer; Hakim Al-Asim hugged him by the shoulders while he enjoyed a piña colada.

"I'm fine, super happy; you don't see me." Slaman said, forcing a smile. Hakim sighed. "I know you're a social misfit…" "Hey!" "…but can you at least try to talk to new people today?"

Salman thought about it for a second before pouting and shrugging his shoulders; Hakim smiled at his affirmative response.

"Only if my girlfriend is present." He asked Salman to his friend who agreed. "If I can find her, I haven't seen her or Princess Amira in over three hours."

Salman was worried, but before saying anything the lights of the floating stage installed a few meters from the beach turned on.

Nabila was radiant on stage; an aqua green dress, a pearl necklace with an amethyst pendant, golden sandals and natural makeup, for Salman she was the most spectacular woman in the world.

"Good evening and thank you for being here for the birthday of an incredible man and the best man I have ever been with." Nabila said with a smile. Everyone applauded and Hakim nudged a very blushing Salman.

"Now, as a birthday gift, I'm going to sing one of his favorite songs with the help of my friend." He declared Nabila gesturing to the water just as the beautiful Amira came out of the water and sat on the stage; her mermaid tail was emerald green, and to complement it she wore a golden shell bodice, a pearl comb with diamonds, and pearl necklaces.

"Enjoy the show~!" Amira said with a seductive voice that charmed more than one man...

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Amira's voice echoed in the water as she gracefully swam around the floating stage. Nabila moved her hips and shoulders as she prepared her song to use "the voice of the gods"

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~

The magic of Nabila's voice did its work immediately as she raised a hand to the sky and the stars shone in sync. Many of those present were surprised because many believed that Nabila did not have any magical abilities.

I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~

Nabila winked at her fiancé as she said that; Hakim chuckled because his sister always managed to leave his friend speechless.

When I scream, the sky is listening! ~

Salman couldn't take his eyes off his beloved; For him there was no other woman he wanted to be with. Nabila sang loudly as she spun elegantly, letting wisps of magic envelop her and transform her long dress into a shorter, more provocative one.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Amira jumped back on the stage while singing the chorus; the view was spectacular

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sea is listening! ~

Amira sat back down on the stage when she came out of the water; She wagged her tail as she let the light make her shine. Nabila made her magic turn her friend's tail into her legs and into a green pleated skirt. Amira sighed in surprise, she normally used potions for that; her friend's magical ability always managed to leave her breathless.

See what happens when you try to silencе me! ~

Amira jumped up and danced with Nabila. They both played with Nabila's floating purple fabric. The party guests were enthralled with the dance that somehow combined Arabic dancing and synchronized swimming. Salman did not take his eyes off his fiancée, he felt that he was watching a nymph giving a show on Olympus.

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~

Nabila looked at her boyfriend and smiled mischievously when he blushed like a tomato. She was happy that he liked her gift; This song was special, since according to Salman, he was listening to this song when he saw her come out of the pool and it was as if he saw Aphrodite being born.

I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~ Learned how to breathe underwater ~

Amira jumped into the water while Nabila moved her magic to return her friend's tail. Nabila let the fabric of her outfit wrap around her shoulders and let her float as the magic around her turned the stage into a large sea shell with a golden throne instead of a pearl.

While my lungs begged me for air ~ I fought my way to the surface ~ And carried myself to land ~

Hakim blinked, letting a couple of tears fall. His little sister was no longer a girl, she was a woman and he hoped she would be happy.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Nabila made her magic make some flowers burst and the petals float in the air; she made sure not to leave pollen in the air knowing that there were allergic guests.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sky is listening! ~

Amira took the pearls from her neck and threw them into the air, Nabila with a smile took them and wrapped them around her waist like a belt. The purple fabric was wrapped around Nabila's white hair creating a beautiful Rapunzel style braid.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

At this point everyone present was singing in unison, even if some were out of tune it didn't matter. Everything was harmony in the air.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sea is listening! ~

Amira rose above the shell on a throne of water while taking advantage of the magical impulse that Nabila sent her to create a small palace of water and corals behind them.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Princess Amira's mother was looking lovingly at her daughter from her sun lounger on the beach. She was happy that her daughter made friends with other races when she was allowed to leave the protection of the palace under the sea and rise to the surface. Although, years ago, the relationship between merpeople and other races, especially humans, has improved, there is still discrimination; So, she was a proud mother.

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~ I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~ Learned how to breathe underwater ~ While my lungs begged me for air ~ I fought my way to the surface ~ And carried myself to land ~

Amira let her friend finish the song, she was very proud of the once shy and introverted woman now turned into an extroverted woman.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Nabila lifted him from the golden throne and began to walk on the water to reach the shore. The magic burst into golden brilliance as the shell returned to a floating stage and Amira dropped back into the water.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Nabila sang the last verse in front of Salman. Everyone applauded except Salman who looked at his girlfriend reverently before she gave him a passionate kiss...

...

Yuu blinked and yawned as he woke up. "What a strange dream." He thought as he sat up and stretched. For a second he didn't recognize where he was in the darkness until he heard a snore that wasn't Grim's. He looked to the right of him and saw Leona asleep next to him; Yuu then remembered where she was. He looked at the time and sighed when he realized it was 4 in the morning. He carefully lifted him out of bed, put on a jacket and went out onto the balcony. The cold air of the bedroom savanna hit his face and was very comforting. In a few hours he would start the plan to beat Azul and he hoped it would work. Yuu was hoping to see if his dreams would give him some clue or answer like he usually did, but instead he gave him what seemed like a flashback of people he didn't know. Although… for some reason, Salman reminded him of someone.

Note: In this universe, the Asim family is known for their platinum white hair. - Salman means protector. - Hakim means wise

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ladylilithprime · 3 months

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Snowbounding

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Magical Snow, Non-Canon Mystical Worldbuilding

Summary: The average snowfall per year for southern New Jersey is around ten to fifteen inches. Getting twenty inches overnight leading to an unexpected snow day is bound to raise a few eyebrows.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 1: Snow

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IF ANYONE BOTHERED to ask one of the many, many magical beings who had come out in the open at the turn of the millennium, particularly the more long-lived species who tended to measure their lifespans in the hundreds and thousands as a matter of course, the question of global warming would have been put definitively to rest. Several groups had, in fact, asked about it, along with asking if any of the more magically powerful beings could do anything to fix it. (The answer to that was complicated and boiled down to selfishness and the balance of debt versus what could be done without magic and incurred debt, which didn't really make anyone happy.)

It wasn't that snow never fell in or around southern New Jersey - they averaged about ten to fifteen inches a year compared to the more northern parts of the state - but the average was spread out and sporadic, and had been getting moreso in the last twenty years. So it was regarded as somewhat odd by the people of southern New Jersey when the town of Avalon got a solid twenty inches of snow in one night. The National Weather Service remarked on the last time the area received such a heavy snowfall and reminded people to bundle up and drive carefully. Schools and several businesses closed for inclement weather and most everyone just treated the heavy snowfall as slightly unexpected but still within normal bounds.

The kids were much less restrained, running up and down the streets with glee, making snow statues and forts for snowball fights. Many of them darted into Lighthouse CommodiTeas for hot cocoa from Sam and the snowflake shaped iced gingerbread cookies made by Jimmy and Cas. All of them gleefully shouted thanks to the half-faerie man and his boyfriends, and then darted back out into the frozen fray once they had warmed up enough to handle the snow again.

Most of the adults were perfectly willing to go along with that, even the ones who knew better, and the ones that weren't largely kept their grumbling to themselves. Places like Lighthouse CommodiTeas, The Kitchen Witch, and The Black Cats' Kettle stayed open to offer folks hot drinks or hearty soups to warm up with. A few customers even quietly found an excuse to tip extra, though whether it was for the hot sustenance or for the gift of the extra snow and a respite from work was kept to themselves.

And in the thick of it all was Jack, his seal form well insulated against the cold as he galumphed about with the kids. All morning and well into the afternoon, he could be found posing as a model for a snow selkie sculpture for one group of kids, balancing snowballs on his nose for them like a circus act or batting them from one team to another across the street, burrowing into drifts to retrieve lost toys or shoes, and generally having the best time ever under the rotating indulgently watchful eyes of his family.

"Do I even want to know how much effort it really took for you to do this for Jack?" Jimmy asked in an undertone during one of the lulls in the flow of customers.

"Actually boosting the storm so we'd get four times as much snow?" Sam chuckled. "Not as difficult as you might think, though the harder part was balancing the energies to keep it from producing a backlash somewhere else. Rowena helped in exchange for one free drink a day for two weeks, and Tasha traded a bag of hellfire roasted coffee beans for her help."

"She's using them in the brown bread she's baking to go with the soup at the Kettle," Cas spoke up, one of his hands finding Jimmy's to play with the spinning ring. "She usually buys them from Crowley for the autumn and winter seasons, so trading her magic for them to you instead of him lets her keep on top of that while still helping out."

"Besides," Sam murmured, casting a glance out the window at his frolicking son. "They're trades I have no reservations making to see Jack so happy, and I'm positive that both Tasha and Rowena know it."

"Good point," Jimmy conceded. He snickered. "Looks like we're about to get another wave of chilled children and a snow-covered selkie."

"And another round of hot cocoa requests," Sam predicted with his own chuckle, exchanging kisses with his boyfriends before stepping away to get started prepping the cups for the cocoa.

No one was surprised when he was proven right.

#fluffy february #rk writes #supernatural fic #sastimmy #faerie cafe au #sam winchester #castiel #jimmy novak #jack kline

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heartofspells · 5 months

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3 and 14 for end of the year asks 🫶

3 - favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Oh, that's hard. Why would you do this to me? No candles in the cave for you. But actually, I think it would be this scene from Painted Ceilings:

It's not an easy conversation. It lasts forever, far longer than Sirius would have ever liked. It almost ends countless times in arguments. It spans the sun's steady path through the sky and different rooms. They hop between the bedroom, the bath, stand inside the narrow corridor, pace the sitting room, scuttle through cupboards in the kitchen just for something to do. They fight. Fight about James and his part in it all, fight about names of all the absurd things to worry about, fight about where they'll be in five years, ten, thirty.

They fight and laugh. Walk and laugh. Fight and shout. Joke, tease, dance, fight again. Lounge across the sofa together with wedges of cheese and nothing alcoholic to drink, jesting and reminiscing about where they came from and how they started, Sirius battling against the urge for a cigarette and failing until he's begging for one, Remus smoothing the hair out of his face and rubbing soothingly across his scalp to settle him with understanding in his eyes that only leads to that increasingly familiar irritation swelling in Sirius and then they're fighting again.

Fight and twist and twirl and spiral and fight more and more and more. Laughter between the fights and laughter in the middle of them, shocking and rude, harsh sounds that shred vocal cords and shred hearts even worse, but they sew the pieces back together and go another round and then another and another. There are tears on Remus' face at one point, Sirius is sure of it, and Sirius maybe cries too but he'll never admit to it, that stiff upper lip ever-present, never fading, and Remus snarls his rage about it while Sirius screams his back, cruel and high-pitched like the choirs of hyenas leaving Remus reeling and Sirius reeling.

Laugh and argue and whisper memories and fight, round and round they spin, never stopping, never slowing down until they do but only for a second, only for another breath and then they're off again, doing it all over. Fight and fight and fight, shouts and accusations, jagged claws tearing away the faces of monsters, ones that don't exist and never have in kind-willed men and the ones that will forever exist in the worst kinds of people. Fight, fight, fight – fight or flight – stay or go – up and down and around round round, spin and circle and duck and dive, soar high and crash low, stripping away layers, not gentle, can't be anymore, peel it back, lay it bare, expose it to the air and let it rankle and swell and infect the air they breathe until it's in them again but different, growing, lightening, out again, floating into the sky, reaching space, touching stars and exploding from the heat, black holes left to devour other worlds, sent off to leave theirs in peace.

And it ends.

It ends like cold water gathered in a puddle at their feet, an ice sculpture melted to reveal treasures locked inside. It ends with Sirius speechless and hurting and stripped raw, with Remus staring at him with bleached eyes and breathless lips parted. It ends with Sirius pulling Remus against him with needful force and holding tightly, refusing to let go, with Remus clawing at Sirius' shoulder blades and gasping into his neck like a man hauled from a raging sea.

It ends with a decision, one made by both, together, solid in its foundation, nothing more than a foundation but there without cracks or anything unknown hidden beneath the dirt of their previous lives and who they've always been. It ends with the agreement and the understanding of the start of something new and impossibly terrifying and completely theirs.

And it starts again, anew and fresh, the way the ending had started from the beginning, with hot mouths and hot hands and still hotter flesh between teeth. With a familiar glint in Remus' eyes that shouldn't exist away from the moon but he says probably doesn't matter all that much anymore. It starts again with sticky tiles beneath their feet and fingers sliding through sweat and hair and with a broken kitchen table, Remus only barely catching Sirius in time with laughter on their tongues and the taste of each other in their mouths.

14 - a fic you didn't expect to write

Any of the three (3) Prongsfoot fics I've got (my universe, in flames, Sins Trapped in Belfries, CRuSH) or Black Moon. If someone had told me at the beginning of the year that I'd be writing Prongsfoot romantically or a Moony/Sirius smut fic, I'd have laughed in their face and called them a liar.

End of year asks!

#end of year fic asks #ask game #post in the toast #i tried to format the snippet better but it wouldn't post that way alksjdlkfj

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DECEIVED EMOTIONS .

Kyle spencer X female reader

Part one

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [𝚈/𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝚅] ࿐ྂ

"Hey can you stand here for me? I need to use the bathroom right quick." My roomate hayden told me. I nodded. I tried pulling my dress down a little. Because it was too short and tight. I hate wearing tight revealing clothes.

I normally wear baggy clothes. But my friend hayden said that you can't go to a frat party with baggy clothes on. So she gave me one of her dresses from out of her closet.

Which were slutty and short. I feel so disgusted. I don't know why we are here. She says that i need to have fun and catch a dick. I really wanna go home. Parties aren't my scene.

While standing here alone. My eyes scanned my surroundings. There were people dancing. No they were literally bumping and grinding on the dancefloor.

I shook my head. Walking through everyone. I never been to a party. Yes i'm a sophomore in college and i never been to a party. Not even in high school.

I know it's embarrassing but i just don't do parties. I looked around in awe. This is interesting. I saw a ice sculpture. It looked real nice.

I also felt eyes on me. It was a boy. He was staring at me. I didn't feel creeped out or anything. He was just staring at me like i was the only one in the room. I stared back at him.

We were staring at each other through the ice sculpture. He was cute. But definitely not my type. I smiled at him. He smiled back at me.

I walked away to find somewhere to sit down. I was tired of standing. I made my way through the crowd of people. I was so lost. So i just stood in front of the stairwell.

While standing there. The same boy that was staring at me walked up to me with a cup in his hand. Is he following me? How did be find me?

"Hey. I thought you looked thirsty." He says, handing me the cup that was in his hand. I let out a chuckle.

"Is that your superpower. You can sense hydration?" I said. He smiles at me. "One of them."

"Ah a frat boy right? I think frats are full of fascists." I said crossing my arms. The blonde hair boy let's out a laugh.

"I don't mind being reduced to a stereotype, but... i'm on a scholarship." He tells me. He was so cute. The question is why is he talking to me. There are much prettier girls around here dancing. "My mom lives down in the ninth ward. Besides, didn't you come here with a movie star?"

I laughed. "Yeah. What does that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno. I'm kyle by the way. You must me be?.."

"Y/n." I added. He had his hand out for me to shake, i shook his hand. God his hands are soft. We were talking about random stuff.

"Really? How come i never see you around here?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I just stay out the way, i guess."

"Wow." He says.

"I don't wanna talk about me anymore, okay?" I said. He was a frat boy. And i know how they are. They like to talk to you till they get into your pants. And i'm not letting that happen ever.

"You're the first hot girl. I ever met. Who doesn't want to talk about herself." Kyle says to me. "There's got to be something wrong with you."

I laugh. He does have a point. But I don't trust him. I have to remember he's a frat boy.

He covers his face. "I know. You have a boyfriend."

"No, I don't." I answered. I sighed deeply. "Kyle i like you. But it's not gonna work out. Have you seen my friend?"

He sighs. I walk away so i can find hayden. I looked everywhere for her all around this house. I walked back to where kyle was.

"Hey, I can't find her anywhere." I said letting out a breath. "What, you think she ditched you?"

I scoffed.

"I'll look around upstairs. Hang on." He says, patting my shoulder. I just stood there and waited for him. "Hey, i looked around everywhere. She isn't up there."

Hearing yelling. "Nevermind. I know where she is."

He grabs my hand. We walked through the crowd of people. And there was hayden. She was sitting on someone's lap. There was a group of people sitting on the couches.

"There she is! Y/n we we're playing truth or dare. C'mon girl." She gets up from the boy lap and grabs my arm.

"We're gonna have so much fun! I see you met kyle." She smirks. We sat down on the couch.

"These are my friends. Autumn, brittney, and heidi." Hayden introduces me to her friends. I waved at them. "Hey." I said shyly.

"Where did the boys go? We're supposed to be playing truth or dare." Autumn whined.

"Relax. They went to go grab some drinks." Heidi assured. A few minutes and the boys had came back. I met them and they seem cool.

"So who's up first?" One of the frat brothers asked. His name is tyler. He is an asshole.

"Kyle." Everyone says. He lets out a sigh. "Okay what?"

"Truth or dare." Derrick asks him. "Truth." Kyle answers. He eyes derrick for a couple of seconds.

"Is it true that you actually banged peyton last year?" He asked kyle.

"Dude no. That never happened." Kyle says, he picks up a cup that was full of beer and chugged it.

Ew.

"Okay now its y/n turn." Hayden turns to me. All eyes were now on me. I swallowed a lump of salvia.

"I'll do the honors of asking her." Heidi smirks. Something was off about her. I don't like it not one bit.

"Fine. Whatever." I muttered. "So y/n truth or dare?"

"Dare." I challenged. Everyone around me gasped. "Okay. I dare you to make out with kyle for one minute."

My eyes widened. "I'm not doing that."

"Yes you are. It's either that or go skinny dipping in the pool." She smirked with her arms crossed. I'm not skinny dipping in no cold ass pool. And I'm definitely not taking my clothes off even though it feels like I don't have any on.

"Fine i'll kiss him." I said sighing. "Okay. I'm going to set a timer on my phone for one minute. Now get to kissing."

I bit my lip nervously. "You don't have to do this." Kyle whispered in my ear.

"It's fine." I assured. I never kissed anyone before. Well i kissed someone in grade school. It was more of a peck though. And it was spin the bottle.

I grabbed him by his collar pulling him towards me. We were now facing each other.

"The timer starts now." Heidi says quickly. Kyle stared into my eyes, then smashed his lips into mine. The kiss started off slow. Our eyes were closed.

We kissed in sync. His lips glided over mine smoothly. His hands also moved down to my waist. My head tilted. We kissed slowly and his lips were soft.

I felt the sparks between the kiss. I also felt safe. His fingers tips pressed against my skin. I never felt so safe and his touch made me wanna risk it all.

My heart was beating with excitement.

Before his tongue could slide into my mouth. We were interrupted by the timer beeping.

"OKAY STOP!" Heidi yelled. She was laughing. We opened our eyes and kyle smirks at me. I blushed. My cheeks were a rosy color.

"That was nice." He smiles at me. His eyes weren't dark anymore. They were just his regular eye color. Chocolate brown.

"Yeah." I agreed. Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I bit my lip. His eyes gazed at me for a couple of seconds.

"And you're a really good kisser." Kyle complimented. He wipes my lip gloss from his lips.

"Thank you. It was my first time." I blushed. His eyes widen. "Wow."

The whole night we played truth or dare. I'm surprised nothing got too wild. It was fun. I sat next to kyle the whole time. For some reason i felt safe around him.

"Okay guys. We have to get going." Hayden said letting out a yawn. I could agree with her. "Come on y/n lets go. I wanna sleep."

I'm so glad we are roommates. While getting myself up from the couch. Kyle grabs my arm. "When will i see you again?"

"I don't know. You'll have to find me pretty boy." I tell him, then tapped his nose. He bits his lip. "Okay that's fine by me."

"See you around kyle." I said. "See you around y/n."

He let's go of my arm. And smiles at me.

With that. Hayden and i. Leave the frat house. Kyle and that kiss we shared was all i could think about.

#evan peters #kyle spencer

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realmeganamram · 1 year

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GOOP GIFT GUIDE

HELLO, all! Gwynnie here! Welcome to another issue of Goop, my newsletter for people who enjoy the finer things in life. I’m proud to present our annual gift guide. Just because I’m Gwyneth Paltrow, it doesn’t mean I can’t kick back and enjoy the holidays. I put my winter-capris on one cashmere leg at a time, just like you!

Here, I’ve compiled my favorite buys for every type of person. Whether you want to spend $7,900,000 or $8,000,000, we’ve got the right gift for you!

FOR THE CENTERED SOUL

Trinket vessel ($339)

If you’re like me, your trinkets end up all over the place: hidden inside your artisanal peony terrarium, strewn on your wicker birthing chairs, veiled behind a piping hot cup of acai-and-clamshell tea. Keep your trinkets neat and tidy with this minimalist, torus-shaped vessel. So stunning.

Candle masseuse ($197 per hour)

This moderately priced candle masseuse will massage your candles (votive or taper!) for a clearer, more intense burn. Why not treat your candles to a little holiday cheer?

Free-range dream catcher ($418-$523)

Did you know that the human body is 70 percent dreams? Most dream catchers sequester a dream until it’s cramped and broken, like a calf for veal. This dream catcher, made from organic, non-G.M.O. wheats and berries, allows the dream to roam free until the moment of humane confinement. The People for the Ethical Treatment of Dreams (PETD) gave it three “Zzz’s” up!

Very tiny tarot cards ($196)

This adorable gold-leafed tarot set is perfect for a tiny bird, or even a small mouse!

FOR THE FEELER

Geranium eye mist ($515)

If you happen to have lost the ability to cry through a combination of Botox and cocktail of personality disorders, this floral-scented eye irritant will produce extremely realistic tears immediately upon contact! Perfect for funerals, Oscar speeches and haggling with your local fishmonger.

Porcelain-and-crystal bisque ($3,400)

This soup looks better than the real thing! A sculpture of a bowl of soup made entirely of solid porcelain and healing crystals. Can be used as decoration or a meal replacement. I lost 64 pounds by replacing three meals a day with thinking about crystals!

Leather divorce papers ($279 for pack of four)

He can’t not sign these! Made from the tanned hides of Wagyu show-steers, these gorgeous, legally binding divorce papers will make consciously uncoupling a pleasure. After the divorce is finalized, treat yourself to thinking about a crystal bowl of ice cream. Your body will love you for it.

FOR THE WANDERER

‘We Are the 1 Percent’ Globe ($2,914)

Ever think to yourself, “there are just too many countries”? Well, then, this beautifully enameled, reclaimed, no-kill ivory globe is just for you. We removed any countries with a G.D.P. of less than $2 trillion, according to the World Bank, leaving the United States, China, Japan, Germany, Britain, France, Brazil, Italy and India. These countries have been arranged according to celebrity child consultant North West in a cute, minimalist neo-Pangaea land mass.

Human picture frame ($670-$1,890 plus annual food and water stipend)

A picture frame for people who don’t do picture frames. Hire this human adult man to hold your photos silently in front of his face. Comes in three practical sizes: tween, medium and Swedish.

PETD membership ($530,700 for one year)

Give the gift of a one-year membership to this up-and-coming association created to protect and advance the art of dreams. It’s very exclusive. There are very few members. There is only one member. I am the only member.

FOR THE FUN-LOVER

Real-Life Monopoly set (about $42,420,595)

Why still play old-fashioned board games with rinky-dink pieces and flimsy dollars? It’s 2015, for my-close-friend-Pete-Sampras’s sake! We’ve found an incredible option for the serious gamer: a real-life Monopoly set using real U.S. currency, houses and hotels. Each kit comes with thirty-two (32) actual, livable houses strewn across the Eastern Seaboard, each worth $200,000, and twelve (12) fully-functional hotels each worth $3,000,000. Price includes a beautiful locally sourced burlap sack with actual bills worth $20,580.

Floor-length jean shorts ($4,415)

As if jorts couldn’t get more stylish! A bit pricey, but you’re paying for the detail: The seamstresses who make these fashion essentials have painstakingly pulled out the seams of jorts to create an entirely new kind of pant, one that stretches down to the floor.

Twister With Gwyneth ($4,600)

I’ve put my own spin (pun intended!) on the classic contortion-based child’s game. Instead of a bunch of colored dots on a mat, my Twister is just one ecru dot in the middle of the tarp. It’s sleeker and has a gorgeous minimalist aesthetic. To play, you just stand in the middle of the mat and have your human picture frame read you a Basho haiku. So fun.

FOR THE SPLURGER

D.I.Y. novel set ($13,000)

These inspirational books will have you writing in no time. We’ve found a whole set of first-edition Jane Austen novels, ripped out all the pages, and replaced them with blank pages. You’ll feel her spirit in every line that you write.

One hundred dollar bill ($1,000)

What says “holidays” more than cold hard cash? Plus, Ben Franklin looks adorable here. Hang it on the wall as cute art for a nursery or fringe the edges and use as garnish for a summer salad.

Yoga mat (market price, around $106,500,500)

This yoga mat is made out of a Picasso.

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The Trendy Appeal of Nugget Earrings

Have you ever caught a glimpse of someone wearing nugget earrings and thought, "Wow, that's so unique!"? Nugget earrings, not your average piece of jewelry, have gained significant popularity in recent years. They are more than just accessories; they're a statement. Let's dive into what makes these little treasures so special.

The Charm of Uniqueness

One of the most appealing aspects of nugget earrings is their uniqueness. Each piece is like a tiny, natural sculpture dangling from your ears. Nuggets, often raw or minimally processed, retain their original, organic shapes. This means no two earrings are ever exactly the same. How cool is that? It's like wearing a piece of art that's exclusive to you!

Versatility in Style

Nugget earrings are surprisingly versatile. Whether gold, silver, or encrusted with gems, they can elevate any outfit. Imagine pairing them with a little black dress for a touch of elegance or with a denim jacket for a more laid-back look. They fit seamlessly into both high-end fashion and casual wear, making them a must-have in your jewelry collection.

A Nod to Nature

In a world where sustainability is becoming increasingly important, nugget earrings offer a nod to natural beauty. These earrings often use materials sourced directly from the earth, reflecting a commitment to eco-friendly fashion. Wearing them can be a subtle statement of your respect for the environment. Isn't it wonderful to look stylish and support sustainable practices at the same time?

The Perfect Conversation Starter

Let's be honest, nugget earrings are eye-catching. They're bound to draw attention and start conversations. Whether you're at a party or in a business meeting, these earrings can be a fantastic ice-breaker. People are naturally curious about things that stand out, and nugget earrings definitely fit that bill.

Caring for Your Nugget Earrings

Taking care of nugget earrings is crucial for maintaining their beauty. Since many are made of natural materials, they require gentle cleaning and proper storage. Avoid exposing them to harsh chemicals or extreme temperatures. A soft cloth and a mild cleaner can go a long way in keeping them shining. Remember, they're precious, just like you!

A Symbol of Individuality

In today's world of mass production, nugget earrings offer a breath of fresh air. They symbolize individuality and personal style. When you choose a pair of nugget earrings, you're not just selecting a piece of jewelry; you're embracing a part of your unique identity. They are a reminder that like them, you are one of a kind.

The Perfect Gift

Struggling with gift ideas? Nugget earrings can be a thoughtful and personal gift. Since they're so unique, they show that you put effort into choosing something special. Whether for a birthday, anniversary, or just because, these earrings can express your affection in a meaningful way.

Mixing and Matching

For the fashion-forward, mixing and matching nugget earrings can be a lot of fun. Since they don't come in identical pairs, you can play around with different sizes, colors, and textures. This trend is all about expressing creativity and breaking free from traditional symmetry in jewelry.

The Historical Significance

Nugget earrings are not just a modern trend; they have historical roots. Throughout history, various cultures have valued nuggets for their natural beauty and rarity. By wearing nugget earrings, you're connecting with a rich heritage of adorning oneself with the treasures of the earth.

In Conclusion

Nugget earrings are more than just a trend; they're a lifestyle choice. They represent uniqueness, style, and a connection to nature. Next time you're looking to add a little something special to your outfit, why not consider these little nuggets of joy? Remember, fashion is not just about following trends; it's about expressing who you are, and nugget earrings do just that.

So, what do you think? Ready to add a pair of these unique beauties to your collection? Or perhaps you already own a pair? Share your thoughts and experiences with nugget earrings in the comments below. Let's keep this conversation sparkling!

#nugget earrings #gold nugget earrings

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celestialholz · 1 year

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ok you already know what TF is going on!!!!

tm 45 venoshock (evil). tm 146 grass pledge (gay). tm 95 leech life (divorce snail). tm 156 outrage (eviler). tm 115 dragon pulse (because if nobody else does it i will).....tm100 dragon dance (🥰). do not feel obligated to do them all these are just a compilation of the concepts we talked abt

Oh Austro, darling. I'm about to murder you in cold blood. ;) A tale in three parts for you, my good pal. The last one of these three was also requested by dear @xfriki26, and the other two here will be under a read more to respect space. Cross-posted to AO3 here as chapters five, six and seven respectively, welcome to a miniature saga of just about every genre going, which we shall begin with by killing y'all stone dead with:

TM115: Dragon Pulse

Beep.

Brassius thinks he may be going mad. He’d thought that a multitude of times during his ice-cold, static darkness, but this is a different form of insanity: a hammering, a fractured, desolate, desperate despair.

Beep.

He wants the beeping to shut up almost as deeply as he cherishes its rhythm, its sheer brilliance. He could wax artistic lyrical on how fervently he cherishes the machine that affixes his sun to its true orbit at his side, paint it in the yellows and oranges of joy and the purple of dragons for its remarkable cleverness – wide, tender brush-strokes, gentle gratitude poured into every trembling sweep.

Beep.

How ironic, he muses darkly, that Hassel’s heart should be the thing to fail – that loyal, stalwart, core of sunshine, that is so achingly full of acceptance and understanding and vibrance, that had dragged his beloved back from the depths of the shadows.

Between them, now, they can barely make a decently functioning pulmonary system. The breath of life, the heart of the matter – both irreparably scarred, merely patched over with bandages and craft glue and hope and the most blinding, frantic adoration. They’ve operated upon his love, as though he is a mere tapestry, sown and stitched and patched -

Hassel is not meant to be fixed. He should never be broken in the first place. He’d thought they understood one another very well, after fifteen years together. You stand tall, querido; I fall, me. Not you. Never, ever you, because how am I supposed to -

He chokes back a panicked breath, squeezes dull, greyed eyes closed. He doesn’t have contingency for this – he was never supposed to make any. This isn’t his role. And perhaps that makes him the world’s most selfish bastard, perhaps he’s awful and leech-like and unworthy of such light, but perhaps he’s also saved because he would swap them, swap them every single damn time – you already have my lungs, take my wretched heart as well, it’s better than watching this –

Beep.

… He hasn’t even gotten around to asking him to marry him, after all this time. They’d had forever - what was the rush? The gap in Hassel’s family is glaring, he doesn’t want to invoke painful memories of people who would never wish to attend, and they are husbands in all but name nevertheless, promise rings long since sculptured from crystals and worn against their hearts anyway.

He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected the chance to be possibly lost for all time -

Beep.

Gods, how the hell does he deal with this every time it happens in reverse? How many hours has his world watched his own slowly fade away?

“It doesn’t matter,” Hassel had told him once, tears glistening in warm, adoring eyes. “It simply doesn’t matter. You are worth every moment of the agony, darling. You coming back each time is the only thing that counts.”

He tries, physically shaking, to hold such sentiments against his core, because his dragon’s always been entirely right. He is damaged goods too, now – he can empathise, now. And later, when muted sun meets frosty moon once again, all will be harmonious in the celestial sphere. The stars do not lament; they celebrate a joyous reunion, the return of gravity to a uncertain universe, an essential dual orbit.

Beep.

His role, flipped, is now to support – to shine himself, to endure, to treasure a recovery Hassel will make. You will make it. I need you. Always have done. And I will look after you, smotheringly, achingly. Oh, you’ll hate it, even though I will see the smile in your beautiful gaze and understand that you love it.

He breathes a quivering laugh, stumbling across his own tongue.

… Well, it is night-time. It’s his shift anyway.

Beep.

He clings to his sunshine’s hand as though it’s all that tethers him to the earth, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Come back to me,” he pleads, infinitely soft. “Come back and be my husband, won’t you dearest?”

Beep.

TM146: Grass Pledge

Beep.

“… Br…”

Brassius snaps awake from a light doze on their fifth night in the hospital, as though bidden by hope alone, to find a weak Hassel staring straight at him. Sunlight stabs at his frozen heart, piercing its outer shell instantly, and he breaks, fragments of ice shattering down around him.

“D-dear,” he whispers, heat pooling immediately in his gaze. “You’re here, you’re back -”

“Mm,” his beloved murmurs, coughing softly. “Just… just about…”

Water is poured by trembling hands, held to lips, tipped up ever so gently even as Hassel blurs before him, rendered briefly invisible by tears and heat and relief and gods, thank you -

"Br..." Hassel clears a now lubricated throat, and Brassius immediately meets his gaze - sunshine swathed by shadows, the darker moments before sunrise. As deeply grateful as he is to see the light, he curses its lack of luminence.

"Yes, my love?"

"... You okay?" He coughs again, and despite the sun's dimness, his concern is clear as day. "You... are too pale."

Brassius stares at him for a second, aghast, before dissolving spontaneously into tearful laughter, exasperation and absolute joy, and he's trembling, and dear heavens, why would it matter what he looks like -

"The sun came back out," he tells him eventually, as a weak hand clings to his as tight as it can, as he's watched with soft worry. "I'd been beginning to think it would never stop raining. I'll... I'll be fine, now."

"Good," Hassel murmurs, reassured; even as his eyes droop closed once more, and a thread of anxiety rushes back up his lover's spine, a gentle thumb runs against his in silent promise. Alright, now. "Wouldn't do... for us both to be old and broken, d-darling."

"You are no such thing," Brassius protests immediately, heart rebelling against the mere thought. "Look at you, querido. Sunshine incarnate."

Hassel murmurs a small laugh, cherishing the water that he's once more offered.

"Funny, you say that," he whispers after a further drink, a wonder held in his gaze. "I only... see one source of light, here."

Even as he's tenderly kissed, even after he drifts back off to much-needed rest, inspiration strikes his beloved, a sparkling of genius.

Oh, you clever, wonderful, miracle of a man. You conductor of moonlight. Where the sun meets the moon...

He makes plans, as he falls asleep himself: gentle, loving, delightful schemes, tears slipping beneath closed lids as he nods off.

/////////////

He prepares quietly, when they get home; sets the stage as Hassel recovers, buys the equipment, purchases the perfect jewellery, bides his time. Doting on his beloved is by far the more pressing matter, and thus it takes him weeks, but eventually...

They finish a homemade casserole lovingly prepared, just as day begins to shift; just as it begins to turn to night, he asks his beloved to head outside with him, into the garden that overlooks the shimmering beauty of the East Paldean Sea.

"My dear, where on earth are we g -"

Hassel stops instantly at the sight before him; at the ring boxes, at the arch strung over with vines and lights, at the strands of green and purple cord that sit between it all, tearful eyes slowly drawing to his nervous partner's.

"Is that...?" he swallows a sob, utterly rapt.

"It is," Brassius confirms, eyes scanning him, gauging his thoughts, reading softly a man he knows the soul of better than his own. "Should you wish it to be, anyway -"

He gets no further for a long minute, damp kisses pressed to his lips, over and over.

"'Should I wish it,'" he repeats, laughing shakily in disbelief. "And at dusk, no less. Where the sun meets the moon, you brilliant, brilliant individual."

Brassius chuckles, similarly breaking. "You'll forgive me my poetry, I'm sure."

"I will forgive you anything, my darling." He chokes down tears, conscious of time, conscious of his lover's artistic vision. He can cry later, and he will - oh, he will. He doubts he'll stop for hours.

"So, you will, then -"

"Yes, I will," Hassel tells him clearly, fondly, adoringly, trembling hand coming to a precious, flushed cheek. "Arceus himself could drag neither of us away, despite his best efforts."

They marry, as the warmth of ambient sunset glazes over them; hands wrapped in cord of alternate colours, the draconic for the biological and vice versa; they whisper nonsense vows, straight from their cores, babbled and pure and perfect; they adopt glistening emeralds or dazzling violets as the moon takes reign, and there are tears enough to proclaim the sea that spectates them flooded.

"Why now?" Hassel asks his husband afterwards, tears still glistening in his eyes, his forehead gently pressed upon his beloved's. "All these years..."

"I thought we had forever," Brassius tells him simply, voice thoroughly raspy by this point, clinging tightly to him, as though he might fall to his doom should he ever let go.

"We do, my love," comes the replying whisper, the utter certainty. "I'm sorry, for frightening you so deeply..."

Brassius sobs into him, believing him with his whole heart, and shakes his head.

"You were worth every moment of the agony, dearest," he promises him truthfully, burying himself into soft folds of fabric, and the softest man of all.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

TM100: Dragon Dance

It’s difficult to practice for a celebration, when one’s heart or lungs have had their cracks filled in as though via liquid sunshine; an astral kintsugiri leaves one less willing than they might have been to put their beloved through physical stress.

“Well,” Hassel notes tiredly as they take seats together, “come the moment, darling husband, we could just vibe with it.”

Brassius glances at him, bewilderment strewn through his grey gaze.

“You know, as in do our collective best, dependent on our emotions at the time?” Hassel’s expression creases in thought. “I think that’s what my students mean by it, anyway…”

The pair burst into soft laughter, hands automatically finding one another’s and gripping on tight.

“Everything will be wonderful, querido,” Brassius whispers, “because you will be there, and I will be right there with you.”

Hassel takes a gentle breath, and melts into his side, stinging eyes closing as he smiles warmly.

“Indeed,” he murmurs, content. “That’s all I’ve ever needed.”

“And I.”

Hassel kisses him, swallowing his tremulous voice, assuaging his lingering anxiety.

/////////

It is beautiful if mad, their celebratory dance. They don’t say vows – they already have, the words for them and them alone, sparkling in the intimacy of the dusk. They simply host a small gathering, fairy lights strung up across their whole garden now, Grass types mingling between fauna, guests somewhere between buffet tables, wine refills and comfortable garden furniture. Lilligant develops a quiet, blushing crush on Katy’s dear Heracross, who flexes happily for his smitten acquaintance; a far too competitive Breloom attempts to spar with a far too competitive Staraptor, who promptly and triumphantly puts the bird to sleep the moment he gets too feisty; Flapple doesn’t leave the side of her fathers, chirruping happily as a laughing Hassel feeds her cake with a wink and an indulgent promise that she’s only allowed a little.

“Have a heart, kid,” Larry announces dryly, as he plucks her phone from a whining Iono, who has been attempting to livestream the event. She tries to snatch it from the air, which goes about well as such a height difference might imply.

“Awww! Just tryna share the joy!”

“Enjoy it, instead. Live in the moment. Pick up tips for the future, when someone feels like putting up with you for long enough.”

“Hey!”

He smirks down at his pseudo-daughter, his face softening. “Trust me,” he mutters, glancing warmly at Katy, who’s giggling at her Heracross. “If I can find them, anyone can.”

It’s endearingly awkward and inaccurate when their dance comes, when they take centre stage; steps misaligned at points, gentle amusement tripping from their lips. Shoes are stepped on, but the twirls are dramatic, and the audience appreciates their stars nevertheless, cheers, sobs and applause raising from their friends.

“Doing well, my love?” Brassius whispers as he swept up from their bowed finale, being drawn into a gentle, loving kiss.

“Doing perfectly, my darling,” Hassel promises tearfully after a moment, nuzzling his forehead to his husband’s. “And you?”

“Can’t complain,” he teases, and they both burst out laughing until tears stream down their faces in utter joy. Breath is briefly pulled from lungs, exhaustion reigns, but nothing ruins their harmony, their victory, their perfectly imperfect wedding reception.

They may have to take tomorrow slow; they may have to take the rest of their lives at an easier pace, a gentle stroll into forever instead of a sprinting wildness - but take it together they will, every step of the way.

Got a request for The Technical Festival, which celebrates Ephemeralart and Vanillacupcakes through the medium of TMs? Take a look here; my askbox is open!

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edgelordfucker · 2 years

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A preview of a WIP Belosxreader sfw fluff fic with the working title of 'date out' that will be changed

So far I have the bones of this one 80% sketched out at 6k words with the need for ligaments and scene joinery, and, of course, flesh. Tentative ETA would be... maybe another month or two? Maybe less. Oh, there is gratuitous swearing.

The waiter comes to stand by the table. He sets the frappe and the cake in front of you, and the kouign-amann and the iced black coffee in front of Belos.

“Thank you!” you say brightly.

“Yeah, you’re very welcome; let me know if you need anything else,” he says with a smile, before he walks away.

With a look of the utmost amusement, you slide his food and drink over to him and he passes yours over to you.

“I appreciate that he thinks I’m too femme for bitterness,” you say.

“Too delicate by far. What’s next? Chipping your polish?” he replies. You snicker, and then consider him.

“You know, I think you’d look cute with your nails painted.”

“Thank you. What color?”

“Hm...” You study him seriously. “You know I love you in blue... I think white would be a bit too much, and it’s a bitch to keep up with. Gold would be nice. Ooo, black! And we could be matchies.” You reach out for his hand, and he gives it to you. You slide your tiny hand up his palm to thread your fingers between his. “I like you,” you tell him with a tender sincerity. Belos feels his face heat up, and looks towards the street.

“You’re alright,” he replies.

“Pfft! So mean. You know,” you say, slipping your hand away and leaving his rather cold, “one day, I’m gonna be dead-” His stomach drops. “-and you’re going to be fuckin’ malingering in your coffin, or draped despondently over a chaise lounge, or whatever, and you’re gonna look back and think, ‘Man, I really should’ve told my beautiful girlfriend that I liked her back that one time we went out for coffee five-hundred years ago.’”

“Firstly,” he replies, gleefully latching onto this quibble, “that’s not what malingering means.”

“What does it mean?” you ask, as though he’s just given you a terminal prognosis.

“It means to pretend to be sick, or something like that, to get out of having to do something.”

“What?” You hit the ‘w’ with so much emphasis that it sounds like an ‘h’. “I’m going to go live in the woods.” He snorts. “Oh, god. Belos, do you know how many times I’ve used that word to describe lingering in, like, a fucked up or evil way? Oh, my god. I have to abandon society. I have to leave.”

“You couldn’t wait to do that until after I’ve had my cake, could you?”

“I could be persuaded by someone who likes me,” you reply.

“Eat your pastry,” he retorts.

And then, from another scene a little later on:

“Oh my god,” you whisper. A chill goes down his spine. “You have merch?” There is a note of terrible glee in your voice, and he knows, in much the way a field mouse does when the first cold breeze of Autumn kisses their whiskers, their little black eyes bulging out of their eggshell skull, that harvest time has arrived and the thresherman will come threshing with his scythe no less sharp than Death’s, that he is about to be mercilessly bullied by a woman who is literally half his size, and there is nothing that he can do about it.

Belos considers picking you and physically removing you from the store, books be damned, but you are already touching things.

“There are little Belos stuffies? Little Belos pencils? You are on a lanyard?” your voice warbles like a bouncy ball tossed onto a xylophone. He has an explanation for this, he does.

“It wasn’t my idea-” he starts, which is a lie, but sounds better than, ‘Yes, darling, I did decide that selling mass produced twelve inch soft sculptures of myself was a great way to secure the hearts and minds of my people.’ You cut him off.

“No, no, I love your brand. Very patriotic, my love, very ever present. Are you in the PSAs? Are you on the milk cartons?”

“Please,” he scoffs. “You have things like this in the human realm, surely.”

“Fifty years Emperor merch? No, we don’t.” There’s a derisive note to your voice. Belos bristles. This is the closest the two of you have ever come to directly discussing his rule, and this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to telling him exactly what you think about his Empire.

“Really?”

“Well, we do, but the people who get more than, like, a t-shirt or a bumper sticker for a specific politician tend to be... less than stable.” Your eyes catch, and you gasp. “You are a little cup?” The mug you pick up is in the shape of a cutesy caricature of himself, and you hold it between two hands like it’s something precious.

“Put that back,” he whispers, trying to take the mug from you. You take a step away, holding it close to your chest.

“Please don’t put your hands on my boyfriend, sir.” There’s a beat.

He says your full first name, and he means it.

“Belos,” you reply. You tip your head and look at him with that infuriating grin, close lipped and so, so, so smug. Without breaking eye contact, you fish a stuffie from the table as well.

“You’re not getting those.”

“We’re a triad.”

“I’m telling you no.” You put your head on one side. Belos is a big enough man to realize when he’s made a tactical error.

“So, like, do you hate the Emperor, or something?” you ask loudly, with innocent eyes, bringing the cup and stuffed him up under your chin. Heads start to turn.

An outraged voice calls, “Does that guy hate the Emperor?!” from the depths of the shelves.

He’s going to strangle you.

“Fine.” He stalks towards the checkout.

#to the tune of rihanna's 'work'#wip wip wip wip wip wip #maybe this will give me dopamine and i can knock out some more of this #my stuff

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greyfrey3 · 1 year

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Lanterns floating on a snowy river

“I don’t see what the point is,” Katsuki grumbles. It’s a complaint he’s let Izuku hear a hundred times this week, ever since his friend/rival won the bet and essentially sealed Katsuki’s doom.

How was he supposed to know how fast Izuku could sprint in a foot race? He was like a damn arctic fox, bounding across the top of the icy drifts. Meanwhile, the same snow that Izuku carved through like powder had bogged Katsuki down, clinging to him like sticky mud. He’d lost the race, fair and square. He’d also lost the argument afterwards.

“‘Anywhere I want’, you said,” Izuku teases, grinning cheerfully. “‘You can’t beat me, so what does it matter?’ Or something like that. Hard to keep it straight.”

I told him he didn’t stand a chance, actually. Although it’s not like he’s going to remind Izuku of that. The green-haired bastard is already smug enough about it… though he hides it behind smiles and gentle barbs, Katsuki can sense just how pleased he is with his performance.

There is no getting out of the festival now.

“Let’s get this over with.”

Izuku bumps into his shoulder good-naturedly. “Try to have some fun. We’ve never been before. Who knows? You might like it!”

“What’s so special about a snow festival? We’re neck deep in the stuff half the year. Why celebrate it?”

Izuku doesn’t give him a reply, other than his smile widening slightly. There is a hint of pink in his cheeks that Katsuki doesn’t understand, but then the other man is leading him towards the first stall.

Large festivals like this one are rare—mostly because they typically take place in faraway lands, at times of the year that aren’t convenient for Izuku or Katsuki. The sheep and goats they herd spend the warm season feeding in the grasslands, away from civilization.

But this winter, they settled down near a large town, and when Izuku got wind of an upcoming festival—even if it did celebrate something as ridiculous as snow—he just had to attend, dragging Katsuki along behind him. If it hadn’t been a foot race, he would’ve arranged something else, continuing to challenge Katsuki until he eventually won.

…so in a way, Katsuki did him a favor by losing. Yeah, that’s it. He subconsciously did it on purpose, giving the green-haired herder what he wanted.

“You don’t like snow, Kacchan?” Izuku wonders. The teasing tone is gone, now he’s just curious. “Not even the first storm of the year?”

Katsuki thinks of all the labor that goes into bedding down the animals and ensuring that none of them freezes to death. It’s a lot of hours of scrambling around, uncomfortable, his back covered in a sheen of sweat while his face freezes.

But he also thinks of the time when the work is done, when he and Izuku sneak off to watch the first flakes drift from the sky. There’s a certain serenity to it, a peace that only comes when the other is by his side.

“It’s alright. This place is interesting, at least.”

The market buzzes with more people than they’re used to seeing. There’s frozen pieces of ice to eat, dyed in a variety of colors and flavors. There’s a sculpture contest and an organized snowball fight. There’s plenty of food and shiny souvenirs for sale in the market. It’s busy and loud; a winter town brimming with life and activity.

Katsuki doesn’t have any regrets as they spend a few hours walking around, drinking it in… except he wishes he had known about the traditional robes. He would have brought more money to purchase a set for him and Izuku. Mostly to fit in with the crowd, but also because he thinks that the green and gold fabric would look really nice on the other.

They run out of things to do after a while, and he assumes it’s time to head back to their shared tent. “Ready?” he asks. “The sun is setting.”

“There’s one more thing I want to see.” Izuku avoids his gaze, ducking his head as he loops his arm through Katsuki’s. “Come on, Kacchan.”

Katsuki allows himself to be tugged along, puzzled by what’s happening. Despite the layers of clothing they have on, he can see the skin of Izuku’s neck blushing red. “Do you have a fever?”

“N-no!” Izuku suddenly stops, causing Katsuki to bump into him. A little too loudly, he announces, “Here we are!”

‘Here’ is a small, winding canal, cutting through the heart of the town. Its waters trickle along, babbling gently. Snow leans in from the banks, thick and white. It’s a beautiful scene, cast in soft, glowing light—the light that comes from the hundreds of lanterns floating in the water.

Izuku gasps. “It’s so…”

He never finishes that thought as he turns to face Katsuki, green eyes shining with joy and awe. So Katsuki does it for him. “…stunning.”

His heart picks up speed, thumping like a snow hare across frozen earth. Vaguely, wonders what’s wrong with him. Oddly enough, it beats even faster as Izuku leans in.

His eyes dart to Izuku’s lips. For an insane moment, he wonders what they might feel like against his own.

“Want to send off a lantern with me?”

It takes a moment for Katsuki to understand. Clearing his throat, he responds with a choked out “yes”. Katsuki's thoughts are a mess as they purchase a lantern, several new realizations hitting him at once.

He likes Izuku. And maybe—based on the way the other’s arm is looped through his, pulling him in close—Izuku feels the same way.

The vendor says something odd as he lights it for them. “I wish you many years of happiness.”

Blonde brows shoot up and crimson eyes cut to Izuku. He’s turning bright red and profusely thanking the vendor, then busily herds Katsuki towards the water’s edge.

“Many years of happiness, huh?” He grills Izuku when they’re out of earshot.

“It’s just a blessing, Kacchan,” Izuku reassures, though the blush on his face has spread adorably to his ears.

“Is this some kind of romantic thing?” Katsuki continues to prod, enjoying the way Izuku immediately starts mumbling under his breath. He’s always been so fun to tease, giving the most ridiculous reactions.

“—I honestly didn’t know, Kacchan! I-it’s not a big deal if you don’t want to. I can just release it myself, you don’t have to worry about it, I understand and—”

While the squeaky babbling is cute, Katsuki can only let him squirm for so long. “Hands off,” he tells him with a smirk. “I paid. This was your idea. Let’s release it together.”

They both kneel by the water’s edge, placing the rickety lantern on its surface. Katsuki is glad the current isn’t too strong, because it doesn’t look particularly sturdy.

“So are we supposed to make a wish or something?” he wonders, fingers grasping it tightly.

“I guess?” Izuku blinks at him. His green eyes are suddenly more mesmerizing than they have ever been before. The blush in his cheeks clings stubbornly, refusing to leave. The sight lifts Katsuki’s spirits, makes his chest feel fuller.

It’s as though this entire day has cast Izuku in a new light, changing the way Katsuki views him. They’ve been so focused on their pastoral life until now, leaving no time for anything else. At least, that’s what Katsuki had thought. But today has opened his mind to new possibilities.

He realizes that he likes making Izuku happy. A lantern, a day out on the town—Katsuki wants to give him these experiences again, and more.

They already share their days. Now Katsuki knows that he wants them to share the rest of their lives, too.

“Sure, let's make a wish,” he murmurs. “On one, two, three…”

Katsuki waits half a beat until Izuku focuses on the glowing lantern, speaking first.

“To a healthy season.”

“…to many years of happiness,” Katsuki states firmly. When Izuku turns to stare at him, mouth falling open in surprise, he adds quietly, “With you by my side.”

The shock written on Izuku’s face is quickly replaced by joy, pulling his mouth into a wide, blinding grin.

#bkdk winter au #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #festival #pining #falling in love

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lunarrosespirits · 1 year

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Noelle the Mistletoe Faun (Mod Moon Lily)

Here is the second Yule event spirit, this time from Mod Moon Lily!

Name: Noelle Species: Mistletoe Faun Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Demiromantic Alignment: Light

Personality traits: Quiet, Timid, Gentle, Thoughtful, Bubbly, Warm, Kind, Cheerful, Giving.

Personality: Noelle has a very warm, cheerful, and bright personality although she is often very quiet and timid and it can take her some time to warm up to and trust others. She had some difficulty understanding social cues and reading facial expressions when she was younger, but worked really hard to improve this to fit in more. Because of this however, she was the victim of some bullying and has been treated as an outcast. In the past people have commented on her strange behavior and told her she was off putting and talked too much about the things she cared about. This has caused her to become more socially anxious, quiet and reserved than the ideal version of herself. You can often find her sticking to walls and looking at the ground in social gatherings worried she may upset someone. If she does ever catch herself rambling about something she will stop midway through talking and apologize thinking she may be making the other party uncomfortable or they do not actually care about what she has to say. It can take Noelle some time to warm up to someone and feel comfortable, she does slowly come out of her shell and begins to build confidence on her own. She still needs to be reminded from time to time that it’s okay to express her boundaries and the people who care about her want to know what is going on in her life. When Noelle does feel more comfortable her eyes light up with wonder and she is one of the sweetest, brightest and warmest spirits you could meet. She loves to share parts of her culture and interests with the people she cares about. Some of her favorite things to do with others would be winter related activities like ice skating, ice and snow sculptures, baking, decorating cookies, and showing her friends her permafrost plants/flowers and the crystals/rocks in her collection. She is also an incredible giving spirit and loves to give others presents she makes, or finds. She will often bring flowers, handmade presents, baked goods or rocks that she thinks are nice and give it to someone as a sign of her affection or to cheer them up if they are having a bad day.

Description: Noelle has a very dainty and delicate, yet inviting appearance even among her cool color pallet. She is a bit shorter than most, reaching just about 5’0 or 5'3 if you count her horns. She has shorter silvery white hair that just barely reaches her shoulders, brushing against them lightly with their soft curls. Peeking out from the sides of her hair are two droopy faun ears that are slightly darker than her hair, in a silvery white mimicking the freshly fallen snow of her homeland. Decorating the outer tips of her ears are white spots resembling snowflakes and offsetting the gentle brown rimming the inner part of her ears. Noelle is often seen wearing a gentle expression with large round doe eyes almost permanently fixed on the floor. Her long white eyelashes are often obscuring but standing out from her evergreen colored irises. Her scarlet pupils are so dark they appear almost black, but when her eyes catch glimpses of sunlight her pupils reflect different shades of red like dark marbles. Noelle’s face is a bit smaller, and round with her incredibly pale icy skin. Due to Noelle’s home being permanently covered in snow and frost, Noelle’s nose and cheeks have taken on a permanent rosy hue, bringing more warmth to her features. Her body is smaller and willowy, although it is hidden behind the oversized sweaters, scarves, mittens and she knits herself. From her waist down Noelle's skin transitions to fur and faun legs in the same silvery gray as her ears. Closer to her ankles, the silvery gray of her coat transitions to a pristine white matching the spots along her ears and hide. On her hooves her white hairs cover her dark chocolate brown hooves slightly.

Noelle can also shift into a doe form, although still smaller than most, reaching only about 4 ft tall even with her horns. Her coat is the same silvery gray as her faun form that almost blends in seamlessly with the snow around her. Decorating the bridge of her back and hide are pristine white spots mimicking snowflakes on a snowy evening. On top of Noelle’s head in both of her forms are two smaller wooden antlers with mistletoe leaves and white berries that never die or fade.

Hobbies: Gardening, making ice and snow sculptures, pottery, decorating/making ornaments, making homemade hot chocolate and peppermints, baking, cooking, walks in nature, feeding birds and small animals, collecting unique rocks, crystals, and leaves, knitting, reading, permafrost stained glass, flower pressing, ice skating, making gingerbread houses and decorating cookies.

Likes: Winter, snow, Yule, fairy/Christmas lights, hot chocolate, peppermint, baking, warm and cozy aesthetic, candles, blankets, fire places, camping, nature, plants, art, sculpting, calming music, peace (anti violence and war)

Dislikes: Bullying, loud or too many noises, being over stimulated, certain fabrics and sounds, bitter foods, yelling, cruelty, violence, animal abuse, environmental neglect, disrespecting others’ practices, dark spaces

Favorite color/s: Gray, yellow, scarlet, green, icy blue Favorite animal: Pigeons, Mice, Reindeer, Rabbits

Magic: Green, Snow, Frost, Healing, Cleansing, Creativity

Companionship: Noelle would like a smaller to medium sized family if possible, at least until she feels more comfortable in her home. Ideally she would like a medium sized close knit community she can feel safe in as she gets overwhelmed in larger crowds and around lots of people. She is willing to go to a family that will eventually grow larger as long as everyone is kind, understanding and patient with her. Noelle is not the best at expressing her needs or boundaries and she sometimes needs someone who she trusts to gently coax them out of her. Because of this, and her possible Autism diagnosis she is classified as a special needs spirit and would do best with someone who is already established with astral travel and communication although she is not against having a beginner companion.

Bonding activities: Building snowmen together, ice skating, going on walks in nature especially in winter, reading, listening to calming music, making homemade tea, hot chocolate and peppermints, baking, knitting, watching comforting feel good movies, cozy games and hobbies.

Culture: Noelle’s homeland is reminiscent of an eternal winter wonderland and although there are different holidays, the winter snow is a constant in every phase of life. Their equivalent to Yule and Christmas is more of a culture than type of year to Noelle’s species. Many of Noelle’s hobbies and interests revolve around this time of year. Due to how important Christmas is to Noelle and her species it's really important to her that she goes to a home that also celebrates some form of Yule or Christmas or at least is comfortable with her talking about, decorating and celebrating this part of her culture. Noelle would never want to make anyone uncomfortable or push her beliefs on anyone else, however it would make her very happy to have a companion to celebrate with.

Extra: Although Noelle is not officially diagnosed yet, she believes she may have or at least have symptoms of Autism. She is hoping to find a therapist, group or community she can feel safe talking to and sharing her unique experiences of how she views and processes the world differently than others. It is really important to her that she feels safe in her new home. It’s important her companion takes the time to understand and see things from her point of view and try to understand and help her feel more comfortable as much as she tries to help others feel more comfortable. Noelle is working on trying to accept this part of herself and does not want to be with a companion who will try to change or make her feel bad about who she is.

Price - $60 USD Conjurer: Mod Moon Lily

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