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ikkosu · 28 days

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Hewwooo

Would I be able to make request of IDW Soundwave with an femme!S/O that has an aquatic beast-mode (some kinda like, squid or kraken-type kritter). She has this siren-like ability hypnotise people through her singing it's a conscious ability thought so so she accidentially do it to someone). Maybe Soundwave meets his S/O is he hears her singing.

SOUNDWAVE (IDW). FEM!BOT.SQUID S/O

a/n : apologies for the wait!! I've been juggling through and through with some other requests. 👉👈

WHAT veiled the horizon was darkness. Among the ether bristled stars; miniscule upon first viewing yet a closer look, deemed it's significance.

Soundwave trotted towards the ledge of the cliff. It overlooked the rolling sea. The waves that curled and nipped at the crumbling cliff-side broke off into a harsh ripple.

For a moment, he thought he'd saw something.

One quick glance : the gentle loping of the water bulged with a flick. Then, a splash — it's gone, submerged back into the emerald grey. He could pass off the visage as faulty imagination, given the lack of lighting which curved the penumbra thoughtlessly into form.

But he saw it again. In the waters. Gliding below, dancing among the waves. The tail— was it even a tail? Flickered about the surface.

He peered over the ledge.

There. There, it was again. That voice

Like water, it flowed. Round, smooth and alluring. So much so that it eased into his helm. The echo shrouded his mind, danced through the crevices, cords and wires of the circuitry before roosting itself there.

Wherever the voice urges him to, his pedes drag along, sauntering close to the verging mass of blue then, and a tip over the edge, face first into the sea.

The waves crushed him, pulling him down, water for tendrils, inside the mass of blue. Tossed around by the rolling waves, he felt like a toy as he rocked against the tides, a frantic servo out just to grab something. Anything. But all there was, was water.

The distant horizon was an inch peek above the emerald grey when he drew back up. Only to be dragged down again when he wasn't quick enough to grab the protruding branch.

He could've sworn he saw a tail flicker somewhere amongst the tides that curled. A part of him realizes how absurd the situation is, but the other, encompassed by some strange desire, urged himself closer to the sound.

Then, sharp pain blossomed from the back of his helm and his vision darkens. What he registered last was the visage of tendrils latching out and reaching towards him, curling over like a cage.

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SOUNDWAVE onlines with a jolt.

It was still dark. He's on the shore. On his back. Arms sprawled to the sides. His joints hissed and chuffed, a release of heat and water is purged from the nooks of his body as he sat up.

He groaned a little, sore from the shoulder links, neck cables and to every other protoform under his armor. A bad rust is going to take him soon and he's not sure if Shockwave would be willing to spare him from any chastise.

A ping notified the temporary halt in his cooling fans (he assumed the salt water clogged it) and several other nodules affected by the duration of his scuffle.

He clicked it away.

Then, warmth shrouds one side of his cheek. It was a feather-like touch, almost a brush of air that made him flinch, blasters drawn. A startled squeak was prompted. Before grabbing whatever appendage on sight, he blinked at the figure scuttling back into the water with a splash.

That can be sorted out later.

The back of his helm pulsed, though, with a migraine one that hammered intensely, prompting a wince.

He crawled to the ledge of the shore. A squid's head, two round black optics for eyes, nudged out a little from the water, as though cautious.

"I am unarmed." He says almost apologeticaly.

He sprawls out his servos, wagging it for further convincing.The bot like squid bounced in the water a few times, dipping down and nudging back up before completely plunging into the water.

His temptation to jump in was short-lived, impulsivity almost at a peak's high, when the muffled whirs of transformation pistons halted him.

The surface of the water loped then breaks out with a ripple when you emerged. The tendrils hooked on your back, moved almost with a life like entity of its own, swaying along to your emotions. He's almost reminded of that Organic folklore — Medusa, was it?

"I did not mean to target you." You spoke softly and he tries not to bristle at the familiar allure purging him. "My ability is not something I can suppress often. It's a conscious reverie. Hard to tell. And, mechs often fall prey to it — even when I don't intend to do so."

He leans close but you flinch, reeling away from the shore with a frantic look. Soundwave placates with both servos. He didn't want you to leave yet, not when you're here. Not when you're right in front of him.

He points to his audials.

"I've masked your frequency." He said. "You can speak freely as you like. I won't be affected, if that's your concern."

You blinked, a kind of sparkle eased over your face. "You can do that?"

When it's a given you're eager, Soundwave swings his leg over the shore and submerged it into the water. It gently rippled and lapped at the metal.

"Most can't?"

The tendrils lowered, resigned. "Not the ones I've seen." You vent. "They steer clear of me. And, off they go when they can't — plunging into the sea, rooked in like ants. I'd save them in time before the salt gets to their circuits, just like how I managed to save you."

You give three, very meek, apologetic taps to his open palm. Soundwave blinks at the gesture. He loosens and returns the tap on your own.

"For that, I forgive you." He says. "But I can't help notice you're alone."

"I shelter in an underwater cave." You say, sheepish. "It's not too far from here. A dainty spot, I'd say."

Soundwave seems like he doesn't concur. "Isn't it a little isolating to hide in the sea, when there's land you can come up to?"

You folded your servos on the shore, just beside his thigh and rested your chin on top of it, a little morose.

"I'm frightened of myself as they are frightened of me."

Soundwave observes at you for a moment, then up to the expanse of the sea. He curls out a digit. Slowly it hooks over your own.

"I don't think I'll ever be."

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #Idw soundwave #Soundwave x reader #idw soundwave x reader

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imaginethezeldaverse · 9 months

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Accustomed To You (Revali x Reader)

Based on this idea by @dorayakimanjiro where Revali uses the string of his Great Eagle bow to make you an engagement ring. Thanks for such a delightful and beautiful idea! Reader is gender neutral. ☺ The customs of the Rito were unorthodox in some ways due to their flighted anatomy and avian instincts - and in some ways they were shared amongst other every race present in Hyrule. Love, and being in love, was no strange concept to Revali. Though most were sure the too proud Rito would ever find companionship that suited his tastes, you proved them all wrong. In your eyes was a kindness he’d never experienced from anyone, a depth of selflessness and joy that was infectious. It made him soft - the unbreakable Revali becoming pliant from your genteel gestures and willing companionship. Even surprising him when you took up his bow on your own accord to nail a Bokoblin that had intended to get the jump on him (a mistake on his part, as he was so peacefully distracted by your humming while you both were enjoying the spring breeze). It was then that Revali knew he could not simply see you as just a friend or a traveling partner. No, you’d earned his respect entirely - and even moreso, his heart. So here he was, engaging in a tradition that all peoples of Hyrule were familiar with: intention of courtship. It took him a few weeks to be able to whittle the circular thing to the size of your ring finger. It was made from the finest wood Rito Village had to offer - where he would carve the tiniest intricate holes and patterns that represented him. He polished and shined it to the point of gleaming in the light of the sun; it was almost perfect. Almost. With careful precision, Revali unfurled the string of his Great Eagle bow - worn with heroic use - a string you’d more times than you could count; a string that that was basically an extension of himself and all that encompassed. He threaded the bow string through the small holes of your ring, weaving it through in a herringbone pattern until it was complete and knotted at the end. A proud feat for the Rito, whose labor could be classified as nothing less than eternal devotion. Each moment spent sculpting, polishing, and weaving until it was the perfect piece was spent with you at the forefront of his mind. Your laughter, your warmth, your love...all things Revali decided long ago he wanted at his side for eternity. His tailfeathers chuffed at the brilliance of your ring. Now it was perfect. --- “Revali, it’s marvelous!” you say with a waver in your voice, your bright eyes brimming with tears as you scanned the woven ring. His chuckle was light, “I made it...for you.” In his feathered fingers he took your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger. His voice softened, emerald hues holding your gaze with all the love he could muster, “For as long as I’ve known you, you have always felt familiar to me...One day I realized, being with you feels like the sun on my wings when I fly,” he looks down at your hand, heart full at how right it feels to see his ring on your finger, “And just like that warmth, I will always cherish you. Marry me, chickadee...” His nickname for you. A passing tease from many many months ago now turned an affectionate endearment, nurtured by the love you two both shared. Without thought, you threw your arms around him, joyful tears falling freely now. Your heart threatened to spill over from how overfilled with adoration it was. A quick pullback from his returned embrace allowed you connect your eyes once more, “Yes! Oh Revali, I would love nothing more!” and your pressed a loving kiss to his beak. He held you closer now, his tailfeathers puffing up from happiness. Eternity with you made his skies feel so much warmer.

#tloz #tloz: botw #the legend of zelda #the legend of zelda: breath of the wild #breath of the wild #revali #champion revali #rito champion #revali x reader #fluff #marriage proposal #zelda imagines #the legend of zelda imagines #drabble #revali imagines #zelda fanfiction

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bnuuys-writing · 10 months

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Chapter Four. Masquerade.

Here is chapter four! I hope yall enjoy!! <3 I also didnt add in Malleus' backstory bc i havent read it and I want to correlate it with the phantom's. I can always come back and edit it in but for now; enjoy! <3

~Bnuuy out!

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four(You are here!), Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Leona's Ending, Malleus' Ending

Swirling, twirling, fanning and spinning. Thumping, bumping and cheers. Colorful and monochrome, animal or object. Welcome to the Masquerade! The crowd was buzzing with excitement within the opera house as everyone was more than delighted to have an invitation within the golden lined house to drink and dance all their worries away. Lilia could only smile as he sipped on his wine that barely affected him any, afterall; he is an old fey and such human liquor could barely bother him. His bat-like wings of a mask helped his amber eyes look even more ominous as his black tailored suit hugged onto his form as he looked down at his two boys; Sebek and Silver, who were dressed as a black swan and the other a white swan. Both boys had received a letter from your arrival and they were anxious to see you once more.

It's been months that the Diasomnia Trio has seen you, after you had moved in with your now engaged partner, Leona Kingscholar, and they were all more than happy to see your form swirling amongst the large crowd as your outfit was as bright as a shining star. While Leona’s was very similar to a Lion before the hunt, which you had recommended to him which caused his nonexistent ears to flick in irritation. Well, at least you remembered one about him back from NRC… Yet, he couldn't seem to help you at the moment as your eyes seemed to scan the crowd as if trying to find something- or perhaps someone?

“Why must we hide our engagement? It's not a crime, you know Y/N…” Leona grunted out as he scanned the crowd to see if he could find that pesky lizard anywhere. Afterall, he promised to keep you safe from Malleus and out of the Opera house, yet here both of you are. That pesky old bat was staring down at you two, Sebek as the black swan posted on his left and Silver as the white swan on his right; it irritated him down to the bone to see their judgmental eyes upon his form. He knew they were scheming something in hopes of bringing you back to the Opera Dormitories to get you back to their master, and he would put a stop to it today.

Like hounds, the swans began to descend the stairs only to be stopped by the large mass of a crowd in which Leona was for once, very grateful for it. Leona was quick to get you out from their gazes as he pulled you out to the dancefloor, pulling you into a fast paced waltz that he found himself tiring out more quicker than usual. He wasn't one for dancing, or parading in fancy outfits like Vil was. Though, as he opened up his mouth to chat with you, a large flash of green smoke appeared on top of the staircase where Lilia was just residing who was now closer than the soldiers had gotten to the two of you. As for who has just arrived to the party without much of an invitation?

A large slender man stood on top of the stairs, a feathered hat on top of his head as a black laced mask was covering half of his face as his bright green eyes found you immediately amongst the crowd. Your eyes could only trail over his form in shock as his shoulders were pleaded with raven feathers as his clothes were a mix of a dark forest green, decorated in embroidered golden roses amongst his pants as his chest was jeweled with many golden threads threaded with stars like diamonds. Emeralds dangled from his ears as his lace mask held another on the crown of his head while the last emerald you could see was resting on his jugular notch. His cloak billowed behind him as he began to speak, slow but enough to get you under his spell once more.

“Why so silent?” He spoke, a raised eyebrow following as he looked amongst the shocked crowd, the only ones who weren't shocked in the arrival of the mysterious Phantom of The Opera was his fellow soldiers and councilor. “Did you think that I had left you for good?” Malleus was quick to glance over at Azul, Floyd and Jade who all looked equally shocked, as the trio of them wore their respective merform as their masquerade outfit. Two slimy eels and an octopus.

“Have you missed me?” Malleus could only chuckle as he looked over at Sebek and Silver who stood at attention to their Master, though none of them spoke as Malleus’ gaze turned towards the crowd as his emerald eyes trailed over every single face. Some were scared, others impressed but still scared and others who looked on the verge of passing out, while he met the stoic face of Vil and Rook who seemed on edge but trying to remain composed. “I have written you an opera… Here I bring the finished score.” As he tossed the binder of papers at Vil in which Rook stepped in quickly to catch it to prevent His Queen from getting hurt.

“Fondest greeting to you all, a few instructions before rehearsal starts. Vil Shoenheight but be put to act, not his normal trick of strutting around the stage.” Malleus was cold in his statements as his gaze flickered back to Rook while hearing Vil’s offended gasp. “Our Don Juan must forgo his accent, it's not interesting for a man who isn't French.” HIs cold stare left Rook’s offended smile as he turned his head to his managers next.

“And my managers must learn that their place is in an office, not the arts.” Slowly turning around as he didn't care to even look at Azul’s offended face, Floyd’s irritated scowl and Jade’s stoic face. “As for our star; Y/N L/N…” Malleus’ eyes finally met with yours as your body seemed to freeze in place, your hand didn't feel warm anymore as your eyes flickered to your side only to show that your Fiancé, Leona, had left your side. Disgruntled, your eyes locked back with your Phantom’s as he seemed in awe of your form this night, breathless at your shining grace.

“No doubt they’ll do their best, yes their voice is good; they know this. Yet, should they wish to excel, they still have much to learn, if pride would let her return to me; her Teacher…” He paused as he began to walk down the stairs towards you. You could feel the world slowly swallowing you alive as the pathway was formed straight to you as the large slender man got to you. He was just in awe of you, Afterall; you were his little Child of Man… Yet, his eyes flickered down to the ring around your neck, an engagement ring… Rage flared in his chest as he let out a puff that you swore you could’ve seen green flames coming out from his nose, roaring angrily as he lunged forward with his hand and ripped the diamond off of your neck.

“Your chains are still mine, you belong to me!” Quickly in another burst of flames, sparks flying out once more as if they were like fireflies coming towards you to hug you in its embrace, as a loud THUMP could be heard as you watched your fiancé jump down the hole that your phantom had disappeared to. Leona was lost within the maze of spinning mirrors, sword drawn as he slashed at anything that looked like that damn lizard, an irritated growl coming from his throat as he slashed a few more times before a noose dropped down in front of him. It was quick before a hand was on his shoulder did he spin around only to see an irritated looking bat which began to lead him out from the maze of mirrors he found himself in.

It was another few months since that incident, you had not been well in the mind after your engagement ring was taken from the Phantom, always seemingly back in that daze of time passing by like a blur. Perhaps it was time to start fresh again? Time to visit a certain someone who was very dear to you, perhaps… Groaning softly as you roused yourself out from your sleep, shifting around in the bed as you looked outside. The sun had just risen but it was hard to tell by all the chilly frosted air and low hanging clouds that hugged the pavement outside.

Grabbing your cloak and passing by a sleeping Leona who was stationed right outside of your room, keeping guard that no Diasomnia freak would come and snatch you out from his arms. As you descended down the stairs and outside into the chilly air, you met the carriage driver with a simple request and enough gold to pay for the trip.

“To my fathers grave, please and thank you.”

As you turned around to grab a few things for the visit to your fathers grave, a certain masked figure took over as he put the carriage driver under a small spell as he took their place. As you returned back to the carriage, climbing in and resting now in your forlorn state. The cloaked figure turned ever so slightly just to glance down at you before urging the horses forward. Not to far away, Lilia, Sebek, and Silver stood amongst the lonely streets as they watched their Master drive the carriage with the future Royalty of Briar Valley. A small nod from Lilia urged the other two to begin walking away as a panicked Leona rushed outside.

“Y/N!” Leona shouted out urgently, noticing the carriage was gone that they shared, only to see their driver waking up in a pile of hay. “Where did they go! Tell me now!” Leona roared out, grabbing the driver who could only grumble out his response.

“To the cemetery sir…”

That was enough for Leona to turn tail, grabbing his white horse with no time to prepare a saddle or not even a bridle. Jabbing his feet into the sides of the horse, they took off after the carriage that was far too gone for them to attempt to catch up. He needed to cut across the land in hopes of getting to you before Malleus could put a clawed hand upon your skin.

You were lost in thought as you stepped outside the carriage, the frosted land greeting you with chilly arms and becoming you inside the cemetery. Your basket filled with roses that you kept getting with green bows tied ever so neatly on them, an apple as an offering for the dead in the afterlife, and a silver dagger for protection.

Cold monumentals, hooded figures looming over graves, angels and cherubs carved into the stone. The only thing within your glazed over eyes and foggy mind was your father, how your father promised you to send an Angel to you. Yet, all you have gotten was months of turmoil of if you were doing the right thing or not, ignoring the Phantom and continuing your engagement to your lover, Leona. Or to return to the Opera House, resume your studies of your voice with your Angel of Music, and leave Leona. You couldn't have made a choice, even if you really wanted to.

The soft crunch of snow mixing in with the stone pathway was all you heard underfoot as jack frost seemed to waltz with you across the cemetery, keeping your nose and cheeks flushed as gentle snowflakes seemed to fall off the weeping angels and into your hair as you found yourself kneeling down at the steps of your fathers grave. So lost, helpless as you yearned for your fathers light once more. As you were lost within your mind, a voice started up and broke you out from your dazed state.

“Wandering child, so lost, so helpless. Yearning for my guidance.”

“Angel or father, friend or phantom, who is it there staring?” You replied, tears in the corneas of your eyes, ready to drip down your cheeks as you felt as a loss.

“Have you forgotten your angel?”

“Angel, oh, speak, what endless longings. Echo in this whisper…” Slowly standing up, basket of roses, the apple, and your blade long forgotten as you watched the doors to your fathers grave slowly open wide, a flicker of a green light beckoning you in.

“Too long you’ve wandered in winter, far from my gaze.”

“While my mind beats against you (you resist), but my soul obeys!” Slowly, as if under another subservient spell again, you slowly begin your trek up the stairs as you attempt to resist the beckoning voice, hoping deep within your mind that someone will stop you before you reach this ominous looming room. Your heart was racing as you continued forward up the stairs, your mind begging you to stop your feet in hopes of trying to turn around and run, pick up your dagger and fight- Something that isnt following this voice that has you under its control!

With a sharp tug, Leona was there to pull you against his chest, snapping you out from the spell this being had you in. With ease, you were set off to the side as Leona’s arm raised up, sword in hand, as an all too familiar figure jumped from the roof with a sturdy clang! Between swords.

A gasp of air came from you, as if you were no longer underwater and you were gulping down air fast as you watched these two figures fight. Sparks were flying as swords clashed together, stone was cut causing even more sparks to get sent flying. Leona had finally had enough of this damn lizard trying to tear away his happy ending and was determined to kill him- get him OUT of this story! Or even better, get him out of life! Afterall, Malleus was more weakened due to the fact of the book causing him to be more magically inept.

The clatter of swords continued as you could only watch in shock and horror as you attempted to regain your mindset from out of the brainfog you were finally freed from, as well attempting to regain your breath from whatever spell was just casted upon you. Leona roared out in pain as Malleus was able to strike his arm, a smirk plastered upon his face as he watched the red crimson blood splatter across the snow and marbled stone in victory. Though the battle was not over just yet as Leona let out a roar, swinging his sword with such ferocity that knocked Malleus’ sword from his hand. With a kick, Malleus was knocked into marbled stone as he was now at Leona’s hand, sword raised and ready to plunge down into Malleus’ heart. Emerald glaring into Light green slitted eyes as Leona began the plunge down.

“NO!” A scream ripped across the graveyard as Leona’s blade stopped, millimeters above Malleus’ throat as his eyes looked up at your own. Tears had begun to drip down your cheeks at the thought of having to watch your lover kill someone, Phantom or Angel, it did not matter.

“Don't… Please, Leona…Not like this…” You whispered out, staggered as you had raced down to them from the stairs in your lightheaded state. Disgruntled that he couldn't kill his sworn enemy, he sheathed his sword with ease as he made his way over to you, easily swooping you up into his arms into a bridal carry as he made his way back to his horse. Adding salt to the wound by kicking some snow into Malleus’ face as he threw you onto the horse, then getting up himself, before you both raced out of the cemetery.

Now, Malleus was seething. Granted, he had just been saved by your hand but only out of the pity of Leona’s love for you. Hissing with his forked tongue, eyes glaring after the two of you as he looked up at his clever plan having failed once more.

“Now… Let it be war upon you both…” Standing up, and with a snap of his fingers, he disappeared in a trail of fireflies back to the Opera House as a meeting was set up that very night to discuss how to get rid of their clever friend.

Vil, Rook, the Tweels, Azul and Leona were all there, having purposefully kept the Diasomnia minions out of their meeting and not even bothering to send Malleus an invitation. Sitting at a table, every crack sealed so that no Phantom or Minion can listen in on their conversation as Vil started.

“We must finish the story otherwise we will be stuck here with no way out. As much as I like being in the lead for once, I have no proper skin products here, nor easy accessible magic!” With some nods from the others in the room, Leona was the one to huff in annoyance.

“I will not put Y/N in harm's way- especially now that we know that Malleus Draconia is willing and can kill to get them.” Another round of chattering amongst themselves before Azul began to speak, plan forming in his head whether Leona liked it or not.

“We have all been blind, and yet the answer is staring us in the face. - This could be the chance to ensnare Malleus.” Azul stated out, drawing something out as Jade and Floyd listened in deeply.

“Go on/We’re listening.” Rook and Vil spoke out as Leona rolled his eyes at everyone's antics, why is everyone trying to ruin his happy ending with you? He has you now and there's no way he's going to lose you to Malleus Draconia. He loves you and refuses to let that damn lizard get in the way of his relationship with you.

“We shall play his game, perform his work but remember; we hold the ace- For if Y/N sings, Malleus is certain to attend.” Azul finished, looking over the plan that they have just made.

“We are certain the doors are barred.” Rook stated out, for Floyd and Jade to add into it together.

“We are certain the police are there.”

“We are certain they are armed.” Vil stated out only for Leona to understand where this was going. This wasn't going to be about ending the book, it's about stopping Malleus.

“His reign will end!” Leona stated out lastly, nodding his head at Azul’s work with a chuckle. “Good job, I shall go address them now. Let them know of our plan before action can start.” With that, he was quick to stand up and leave the room. Finding you was easy, getting the sleeping Silver and on guard Sebek to leave was harder. Yet, once those two were out and seeing you trembling with fear made his heart sink.

“Don't make me do this, Leona… Don't make me do this trial by fire… He wont let me go- We will be parted forever…” You whispered out, begged and hoped after hearing the plan come out from Leona’s mouth. Leona could only sigh as he knelt down to your side, thinking of what to say in hopes of encouraging you to go along with their plan, in hopes of having you in his arms forever without the chance of losing you to Malleus.

“You said yourself, he was nothing but a man… Yet while he lives, he will haunt us, till we’re dead…”

“Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who inspired my voice, do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that good; I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could. Oh God, if I agree what horrors await me in this… The Phantoms Opera?” Tears in your eyes began to drip down as you looked at your fiancé, who could only pull you closer into his arms as he wished to just take you far, far away and protect you forever.

“Y/n, don't think that I don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now.” Leona stated out softly as he looked down at you, brushing the tears off of your cheeks as he brought you in for a gentle kiss. A hope that this could and would bring you any encouragement through this trial by fire.

Meanwhile, a certain dragon was unhooking things, checking the rope on the chandelier, messing with anything that could cause a disaster if things needed to be done. He was going to get you, steal you away from that lazy Lion one way or another, trial by fire or not. You belong to him!

“Seal my fate tonight, I hate to have to cut the fun short- but the jokes wearing thin, let the audience in,

Let my Opera begin!”

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formercreepypastakid · 2 years

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Piglin Hybrid bedrock bros

When Tommy came to live with Phil and Technoblade, he wasn’t expecting to deal with all the weird little habits they had.

At first, it was small things; like finding feathers and crows everywhere, or Technoblade changing crowns almost every day. The first time he pointed it out, Phil only laughed and said: “This is a hybrid safe haven mate, That’s why Niki and Ranboo come here so often.”

With this guarantee, Tommy felt a little bit freer to let out a few of his own hybrid habits. It was actually quite easy to let go of the restraint and rely on his piglin side a bit more. It started as collecting some golden nuggets, then he brought some extra blankets to his room and started sitting closer to the fireplace with Techno.

Only a few weeks later, he found a small golden necklace on his pillow. It had an emerald adorning it, carefully carved into a turtle. It wouldn’t take a genius to assume it was from Technoblade, and Tommy would rather die than admitting that the thoughtful gift made his piglin side melt.

It could be easily explained through their instincts; they were the only pigling hybrids around, and Techno was older so it was only natural for them to cling onto each other. But something else on Tommy’s mind always screamed out in joy every time Technoblade showed he was caring for Tommy, and that little necklace represented all of that; a physical reminder that Tommy was cared for.

And once Technoblade noticed that Tommy actually wore the thing, other little gifts started showing up, all of them gold; a few thin rings, some earrings (Phil had to pierce Tommy’s ears so he could wear them, and it hurt, but it was worth it because Techno always smiled fondly when he saw him wearing them.)

The presents were never given face to face though.

Not until that day.

Tommy had just finished his chores, he entered the house and hung his coat, then he hushed to sit beside the fireplace, pulling one of the blankets over his shoulders. He thought Techno and Phil were still out but then he heard steps coming from upstairs and immediately assumed it was Techno. He relaxed back into the sofa behind him, staring at the flames in the fireplace.

Tommy must have dozed off at some point, because he was startled when he felt someone sitting beside him. He settles once he feels Techno’s familiar presence.

“Move, Theseus.” The man half-whispers. Tommy moves a little to the sides, allowing Techno to settle near the fire.

That’s when he sees the golden piece in Techno’s hand. His instincts tingle a bit, but he only asks; “Made yourself a new crown?”

Here’s the thing; gold is everything to a piglin, most know that they trade items for it, but the thing that usually goes unnoticed is how significant it is amongst themselves; they give it to show affection, belonging, love.

And Tommy had been receiving gold items from Techno for weeks now, only not directly. But this time, Technoblade says; “Well, I made it… But it's not for myself.” And after a moment of hesitation; “I… I made it for you.” He finishes, extending him the crown.

Tommy’s eyes go wide, and he takes the crown as if it could break any moment. It’s got the familiar weight that gold usually has, and it has spikes that make it look more like a halo from an angel. Tommy loves it.

“Thank you…” He chokes out in a whisper.

“Here.” Techno says, taking the crown from Tommy’s hands and placing it carefully on his head.

The weight settles on Tommy’s head, and he feels good knowing he is wearing it, but he feels even better knowing that Techno made it for him.

“Now we match.” Techno says, smiling slightly.

Tommy laughs; “Yeah… we match, big man.”

#bedrock bros #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois inc #dsmp #dream smp #angel duo #fluff for the soul #piglin hybrid technoblade #piglin hybrid Tommy #this one is for my twt moot #technodad #technoblade #philza #tommyinnit #tommyinit dsmp

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i-am-beckyu · 1 year

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Fake Fic titles:

-Search History: How to Get a Demon Out of My Garage, Demon in Garage has Started Crying and Sizzling is Bad?, How to Stop Demons from Crying, How to Unsummon Demon From Garage

-Apocalypse Eyes

-No Friends? Build Your Own

-House Arrest

-Piano Man

Search History: How to Get a Demon Out of My Garage, Demon in Garage has Started Crying and Sizzling is Bad?, How to Stop Demons from Crying, How to Unsummon Demon From Garage

(I love this title)

Why isn't the internet helping him?! It was a joke! A stupid youtube video idea! HOW IS THERE A FLIPPEN DEMON IN HIS GARAGE?!! AND IT WON'T STOP CRYING?? THE WEIRD TINY YELLOW AND BLACK DEMON IS CRYING IN RANBOO'S GARAGE. AND SOEMTHING IS DEFINATELY BURNING? WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!?!?!

or Tubbo a tiny bee hybrid thought it would be funny to play a prank on the human Ranboo he secretly lives with but bent his wing while chasing them around the garage and now it hurts.

this would just be a lot of screaming in fic form I recon

Apocalypse eyes

mmmm no idea's for this one apart from Giant XD with many many many eyes. that's all I got lol

No Friends? Build Your Own

Tubbo has always liked to build things. Elaborate machines, fixing trinkets, a very much not model bomb that was totally not a police violation.... YEP! Loves to tinker.

But he's lonely

So what do you do when you know how to build things? Build your own friend!!! He's been working on getting the robot to move and walk about with a little remote control, next comes artificial intelligence. *looks at clock. It's 5am* Maybe in the morning... *wakes up and walks into work shop* "Hello new friend. How are you today?" "I'm well Tubbo, how are you?"

*Tubbo staring in shock.* "WTF?!?!?"

or Tubbo is lonely human. Tommy is lonely tiny who decides a giant robot is the perfect way to make a new friend.

SOMEONE WANNA STEAL THIS? TAG ME TAG ME TAG ME!!!

House Arrest

Philza is under house arrest. It's boring. No one to talk to, nothing to do, just him and the occasional 'visit'. At least the crows would come by with gifts. Rings, gold nuggets, the occasional emerald, a tiny diamond man, feathers for quills, bits of iron... wait. go back

A tiny diamond man?

I thought it would be funny to just throw Smcykeppy in there lol

Piano Man

A tiny tommy lives in Wilbur's walls and constantly gets to hear the musician play. He adores them. For Tommy, its like he's living at a free concert where he gets to hear a songs progression from start to finish.

So to hear his idol struggling over one of his songs just won't do. He should record something to cheer them up!

So with all his might, he jumps across the piano (the only instrument he can semi play at his size) and plays a few miscellaneous notes which he manages to record.

When Wilbur comes back, he has no idea why there's this random piano recording on his computer but he swears he here's some very quiet muffled slurs in amongst the cuts. It's quite amusing. But the recording itself would work really good on this bit of the song here...

(I have so many more ideas for this one but I'm stopping here)

Anon these were fabulous. I loved these!! No friends, Build your own and Piano Man are definitely two fun aus I kinda wanna dive in and write. Maybe I will, maybe I won't who knows!

#MAN I SO NEEDED TO DO THIS #THE IDEAS ARE FLOWING AGAIN #This feels refreshing lol #anon my beloved #you are a genius title giver #fake fic title game #beckyu writes #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #multiple characters #mcyt gt community #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt

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ruleofexception · 1 year

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Ruined (Life Eternal)

A continuation of this.

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Humans are fond of the saying ‘when life gives you lemons, make lemonade’.

As a demon, it’s a phrase he’s never really understood because unless you’re comfortable drinking straight acid powerful enough to permanently pucker even Satan’s lips, lemonade requires a few more ingredients than just the juice of a handful of lemons.

However, as life has just handed him a mountain of lemons all while laughing in his face, he understands the desire to drink acid and take his chances. Turn this misfortune into something that may or may not kill him.

Standing in the tiny, grimy bathroom of the apartment that is meant to be his, arms folded over his chest and lips being worked between sharp teeth, he hisses, quiet so she does not hear. “Fuck.”

The corpse in the bathtub – purple and distended to the point where he dare not touch it, out of fear it’ll explode and paint the walls in a putrid shower of rotted guts – stares at him with one fogged over, dead eye; the other socket, empty and caved in. In hindsight, probably should have taken a note from the monkey’s books and buried him beneath some petunias weeks ago, but-

But he’s just not had a chance to. Between answering Lucy’s calls and trying to avoid being caught by the beautiful angel who’s currently sitting in the shithole that is now his living room, he’s had hardly a moment to himself. If he could have seen his own future and known how difficult it would be to keep that wingless beauty from learning him to be a demon and not the human she so desperately wishes to save, perhaps he’d have talked himself out of it. Convinced himself that it wasn’t worth it.

Though, realistically, that’s not likely.

He’s never once passed up the opportunity for a bit of fun; even if it did mean some extra work on the side. And, even based on the limited interactions they’ve shared thus far, his gut’s telling him that this is almost certainly going to be the most fun he’s had in centuries. It may even end up being a contender with the nun-orgy.

Nose wrinkling, he leans a little closer and snarls at the body turning to mush in the bathtub, “I swear to Satan, if I’m found out because of you and your God-awful stench, before I’m able to have any fun with that angel out there, I will find you in the pits of Hell and make it my sole responsibility to torture you until the end of time.”

“Uhm, Obi?” There’s the faintest of knocks upon the bathroom door; Shirayuki clears her throat, then asks with far more concern in her tone than should be possible, “Are you alright in there?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He says, stealing a quick and panicked glance towards the thin particle board separating them. Silently, and with as much grace as he can muster, he offers up pleas to Lucy and the rest of the denizens of Hell that Shirayuki doesn’t take it upon herself to just barge in here, with the intent of making sure he’s not lying or doing something sketchy.

“You’re sure?” A worried whisper slips in to caress him; like her lips have been pressed right up against the shell of his ear instead of the filthy door frame as she coos, “Do you need me to get anything for you?”

Unbidden, he shivers. Ichor thrums hotly in his veins.

Given that it’s only been a handful of weeks since she meddled her way into his life, mistook him for a human and promised that she would save him from the pits of Hell itself, it’s far too easy to envision how she must look right now.

The soft white dress she wears, hugging her in a way that’s likely considered sinful or distasteful amongst the feathered-fucks she’s trying to impress; but that has the demon in him wanting to rip it to shreds with his teeth. Her intelligent emerald gaze, wide with concern, while pale, delicate fingers sprawl out across the door; fingernails working to carve half moons into the surface, as she presses her ear closer; as if she’s trying to find a heartbeat in the depths of his hollow chest, instead of merely waiting for him to respond.

What he wouldn’t give, to get her into that position.

To hold her, with her red hair splashed out across his chest like blood. The freckles that dance along the bridge of her nose, so near that he can count each one, as green – the same colour as the leaves of the trees he’s fond of hiding amongst – study him; a mix of horror and understanding blossoming in their depths as she finally realizes he’s not the human she thought him to be, but has always been one of the monsters she was taught to hate.

Inhaling deeply – pushing the fantasy down into the shadows and ignoring the ache in his gut – the sharp gold eyes that stare back at him from the mirror harbour an expression he’s never worn before. One that’s akin to the excitement of a possession, but something that’s not quite so visceral or raw. It’s an expression that starts somewhere in his belly, and burns all the way through. Like hellfire, loose beneath his skin.

Another deep breath. A slow exhale, to keep his words from trembling, “Nope. I’m fine. Be right there.”

Flushing the toilet to keep up appearances and letting the sink run, he yanks the shower curtain back into place, covering up the body but not the smell. Tomorrow, he’ll dispose of the corpse he’s pretending to be, but today, he needs to be with her. Keep the lie alive, as he leads her further down the path to ruin.

Wiping sweaty palms on his thighs, it takes great restraint not to send his foot through the curtain to kick in the man’s face, and he growls a final warning under his breath, “Do not fuck this up for me, monkey.”

One last look in the mirror – mindlessly tugging at and trying to fix a stray hair that’s decided to cling to his forehead – he takes a deep and steadying breath, before plastering a smile on his face, and throwing open the bathroom door to greet the angel waiting on the other side.

#obiyukimadness23 #ans #obiyuki #life eternal #in love with the mark #I have had the first half of this in my drafts for...#too long #but here we go.. here's another bit to this au that no one asked for lol

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yeenybeanies · 8 months

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Hallo,

While looking for trapeze artist uniform references, I kept seeing a common theme. Bird masks, specifically peacock, humming birds, and owls. I personally love the idea of Gaz wearing vibrant feathers and shimmering outfits while flying through the air.

Totally not working on concept designs

gaz in vibrant colors! i do like the peacock theme. bright blues & emeralds & flashes of gold (gold being the common color amongst all of the performers) as he does his thing on the trapeze 🦚

& soap in reds & oranges, like fire as he drifts about in his aerial routine 💖

#hyena asks #kyle garrick #john mactavish #circus au

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stcries · 11 months

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since the defeat of the de-corruption of the mechanical beasts that took both his hand his friend’s lives, it was as if the weight was finally lifted from the rito’s shoulders. he was a champion, someone who was chosen amongst his people to protect them from the very same darkness that had been plaguing them for the last one hundred years, but he was never able to fulfill that task ... until now. for now, revali’s spirit could finally rest in peace, knowing his friends, family, and the rest of his people could continue to live their lives in peace.

from his perch atop the divine beast, spiritual form gazes down at his home town from above, moonlight bathing translucent feathers as a breath was taken inward ... wait, what ? air, entering his lungs ? no, that didn’t seem right at all. emerald hues seemed to widen in response, feathered appendages coming down to pat his form, his now solid body.

no, no he was surely dreaming, there was no plausible explanation. but try as the shock may try to overwhelm him, there was no denying his body had been brought back from the grave. the fresh, chrisp air entering newly rebirthed lungs, it was indescribable. the words failed to escape his beak, the experience leaving the rito utterly speechless.

yet slowly, gaze shifts back towards the mountain village he called home, thoughts taking their time to process. this was it, he could finally go home, see his people once more with no limitations ... but how would they react to a legend walking into their territory, did they even remember him ? there was only way to find out, footsteps starting slow, the flapping of wings coming soon after, allowing revali to grace the skies once more. next stop, rito village.

@heirtotheskies, plotted starter.

#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . IN CHARACTER ❝ revali. ❞#heirtotheskies #i am so unbelievably excited for this thread #been screaming the whole time we've been plotting this on discord

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oceanic-recollection · 10 months

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Is there any beliefs all of your cities generally had in common? Is there any that nobody agreed on?

<BVQT> As with many other cities, the grand majority of our citizens believed in the Five Grand Sins - or the Bind of the Natural Urges - in some form.

<BVQT> From what I can recall the sins were generally accepted to be violence/wrath, lust/procreation/sexuality, bond/trade/friendship|romance|love|family/intoxication/communication/attachment, greed/hunger and self-preservation.

<BVQT> .Erm. You may notice that the third one stands out a bit.

<BVQT> Even in my city where most were unified in their believe of these five sins I recall there was much debate over the third of them. The original persons who had coined the five did not seem to agree much either and there were about seven to twelve different manuscripts that claimed to be the One True Grand Guide on the sins and avoiding them.

<BVQT> In practice, it was clear that the third sin had something to do with connection and especially that to others. Those who had continued to feel connected to something - anything or anyone - always failed to truly ascend. They would be stuck as echoes for the rest of eternity... There are even horror stories of being forcefully reincarnated into a half-formed being, unable to grow or shape or change even less than an echo of one's own voice could.

<BVQT> Additionally. Although my citizens were unified in their belief of the grand sins the way that this showed generally differed. Some believed that the urges were a test of resolve to prove you were ready for ascension. Some believed that they were punishment from a particularly vengeful God for any sort of reason. Some even still believed they were just a part of life and that there was no supernatural force controlling them.

<BVQT> What else..

<BVQT> Something not as related to the grand sins I suppose?

<BVQT> Outside of the belief in the Void Sea and various Voided Gods, as well as the Sprites, there were many 'lesser' deities that those in my city - as well as myself! - prayed to often.

<BVQT> I do not recall most of their names but what I do recall is a great many were related in some way to farming or agriculture.

<BVQT> Among the Gods I frequently pray to is a Goddess of Raine and Storme's named Aytte. The majority of records over her and her many adventures amongst the mortals all come from long before the void fluid revolution and even the first revelation of that - what was it? The emerald... jade... Something. I believe the rest of my group would know far better than I what exactly the title of that era was.

<BVQT> Especially Feathers...

<BVQT> Regardless.

<BVQT> Aytte was a relatively small Goddess even in her heyday. I had learned of her only from my admin who had learned from Amber.

<BVQT> Amber had apparently once reincarnated as someone who was inexplicably drawn to Aytte. She had searched for a very long time for some proof of her existence. If they had ever found it was not something Amber enjoyed speaking of, but nevertheless he suggested to father that I may take some use of her guidance. And I have.

<BVQT> I believe that my belief in other Gods sometimes concerned or confused my citizens. There were not protests of course, my care for them was too great for them to consider directly protesting against my relatively insignificant beliefs. But as many of the Deities I had worshiped were not often seen in the public view, they worried my administrator and his associates were bad influences on me.

<BVQT> Of course in the end it proved they were.

<BVQT> But that is irrelevant.

<BVQT> You requested information about my citizens. Not myself.

<BVQT> I apologize. I do not have very much archived. I hope this was good enough.

#rw #rain world #theory #the creators #art #bvqt #idle chatter #ask #anon

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melodyfsoul1 · 1 year

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My DreamSMP Head Canons:

c!Philza

- his clothing style is japanese and he has matching clothes for himself and Mumza

- he had short hair when he was really young and grew it out over centuries while exploring

- He cut his hair after he killed c!Wilbur

- he used to be an explorer/ adventurer and became a builder when he settled down in his hardcore world

- he had three lives, but lost two of them during his adventures

- he is a human, (not an avian hybrid like most like to hc) so he wasn't born with wings, they were a gift from Lady Death

- his wife is Lady Death aka "HER"/ aka the Death Goddess Mumza

- she noticed him during one of his adventures and grew fond of him, and always watched over him. The first time they met was when c!Phil lost his first life, they fell for each other and she let him go by reviving him. The next time they met was after c!Phil's 2nd death. c!Mumza wanted to make sure her lover would have a long life before joining her in the void, so she gave him wings so he could flee from danger. Instead he ended up working for her

- c!Phil reaped the souls of the dying and brought them to Lady Death who then guides the souls to rest in the void

- c!Phil is immortal, meaning he wont die of old age, but can be killed, by now he is several centuries old, but ages very slowly

- on one of his later adventures he met c!Techno was a young adult by then and became his friend & teacher

- after several years of travelling the lands together, c!EmeraldDuo ended up on SMP Earth where they started the Antartic Empire, there c!Phil earned the nick name "Angel of Death"

- he took pride in his wings and was a skilled flyer

- he made a name for himself and is even known amongst the gods, befriending some of them

- he is a good swordman

- c!Wilbur was brought to c!Phil by Lady Death when he was a newborn, it turned out c!Wilbur even though he is a half god, he isnt immortal

- he joined the DSMP to look for c!Wilbur

- c!Phil lost the primary feathers of his left wing in the first L'Manburg explosion while shielding c!Wilbur and has been unable to fly since then

- c!Phil killed c!Wilbur not knowing he was on his last canon life, being informed about it later by Lady Death (who wasnt able to take her son's soul because he went to limbo)

- since he lost his ability to fly c!Phil is trapped on the Dream SMP and can't visit Lady Death anymore. So Lady Death sprouted the enchanted forest around the Arctic Commune to protect him and his friends. c!Phil takes care of the forest for her

- Lady Death sometimes uses her human form to visit c!Phil in the forest, but she can never stay for long

- c!Techno is the only person next to Lady Death who is allowed to touch c!Phil's wings, who helps him groom them (c!Wilbur learned to do it, but was always away travelling and c!Fundy was never taught to take care of wings)

- when he misses flying, he visits high places like in the mountains to let the breeze flow through his wings

- c!Phil takes care of c!Techno & animals when he's hybernating

-he likes to tinker a lot & repair things, terraform and prefers including organic looks/ nature into his builds, cottage core etc

- he shows bird like behaviour, like chirping when he is happy, and his wings puffing up when scared or trying to intimidate

- Chat aka his Crows bring him knickknacks / shiny things to cheer him up

- he can understand his crows and uses them to deliver letters

- one special crow, named Brian, is a personal messenger to Lady Death

- c!Phil wears a golden pearl chain with an attached feather of Lady Death on his hat, and she wears one of c!Phil's feathers on her hat, as well as a little hardcore heart juwelery which c!Phil crafted for her

- c!Phil has a hardcore heart emblem embroided on all his clothes signifying his one remaining life

- he wears an earring crafted from the Friendship Emerald given to him by c!Techno

#My DreamSMP Head Canons #dream smp #Dsmp #headcanon #philza minecraft #Philza #c!philza #c!mumza #Mumza #technoblade #c!techno #c!emerald duo

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leaking-brains · 1 year

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Hummingbird

Oh, hummingbird

Emerald sheen hidden

Amongst the leaves

Of dancing trees

Light reflecting on thy feathers

Distorting green

Into blue

And yellow

Little bird of wrath

Smallest Aztec warrior

What battles have thy seen?

Royal gem

Reborn with the sun

Always rest assured

Lovers with gastrointestinal issues

Hummingbirds flirt

By passing gas

#poetry #Hummingbird #my poerty #my poem

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brooklynislandgirl · 5 months

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How does your muse flirt? What kills the mood for your muse instantly?

Deeper Than Skin || Accepting

She floats through the gallery like the smallest feather caught on the gentlest of spring breezes, or so the poets might say in a moment of romantic foolishness. She is small and she is graceful, yes but she is not entirely ethereal. The same cannot be said for the smile she bestows on Ben from across the room, from her vantage on the stairs. Even amongst the favourite sons of all society, he stands out quite like the sun. Every ounce of her demands she take her skirts in hand and run toward him the way she had run after Ben and Andrew when she was a child, but dignity wills her hands to stay still. Her eyes however do not seem to decipher reason for reason's sake and alight until they gleam like wet emeralds in firelight. She scours his face and still sees the young man who might have stood there, but that seemed swallowed up by the Cause. She stops short of careening into him and offers him a pretty curtsy before she drops all sense of decorum. Soft and delicate hands reach up and clasp his cheeks where she has no chance of reaching without him doing her the courtesy of dipping low, and thus he is saved from the kisses that might stir scandal in his chest. Her pulse pounds at her wrists, at her throat all the same. "Praise be God an' his angels for delivering you back to m-" she murmurs. High colour in her cheeks as she drags her gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back again. Only then does she take a step back "- my door." The same God and Angels who understood how quickly she changed her words. Her hands come down to his shoulders, down the length of his arms, and fingers rest themselves in his hands. "I'm afraid Andrew isn't here," she tells him, as if he could only wish to be remembered to her older sibling, born the same year as he and a steadfast companion. "But please, my home is yours. Rest yourself in the great hall and I'll have refreshments brought."

~*~

Beth is quite inclined toward lingering glances, where the gleam of adoration shines clearly as the lighthouses at sea. She is prone to intimately personal touch- hands, faces, backs. And while she does not know what the second question even means, her being an unsullied dove slipping into spinsterhood and all, she does bear some inherent ill-will toward scarlet backs, certain type of English Protestants, unquestionably deep-seated cruelty and anyone who smells strongly of fish or onions.

#honorhearted #Your Ornament Tree|Ben Tallmadge #The Oak and the Ash|Ben and Beth #Blood On The Vines|Turn au

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fairlyabookie · 2 years

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A Song in Moonlight

Synopsis: A haunting voice fills the air with sultry lyrics, a playful piano accompanying the act. Beautiful and flawless can describe this act, yet this isn't enough, thought the singer, as all eyes train on him and his beautiful self..

Part 1

Stars paint the night sky with constellations, silhouettes glow along with a pearly moon. A star shines bright upon a dark sky, dazzling and twinkling, never fading until it streaks across the horizon.

A magical sight.

“It’s beautiful tonight.” Vil mutters to himself as he absorbs the scenery above. The clear air, the quiet ambiance save for the trees rustling from the wind, and the beauty of the heavens was all he needed. A retreat from his chaotic job, one that calmed his mind and body after a long day.

It was as if time had stood still just for him, nature and its wonders a temporary paradise and the stars a painting for him to admire. If only..

He checks the time in his pocket watch. 11:30

“It’s best if I go home at this hour.”

Home, a place of solace and belonging to most, but a place of loneliness and monotonous work for Vil. he spares a moment to relish the stars before returning to the bustle of his work schedule.

I will return here one day.

Yet, the landscape doesn’t respond, a common vice amongst all creatures alike. A car engine rumbles to life, disturbing nearby creatures of the night along the way as it thunders down the road back to civilization.

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The sun had yet to rise when Vil woke up for his morning routine, a navy-black hue painting the sky with a waxing crescent moon. He preferred this hour of day when everything was quiet before the eventful sunrise.

His morning routine begins with concoctions of face creams, moisturizers, and cleansers where he rinses his complexion generously with dollops of makeup. He prepares for his next step: dressing up in a proper attire. Yet, a light knock against wood spurs him from his stupor.

“Good morning, Vil. A cup of warm jasmine tea for your throat.”

“Thank you, Gilbert. You may place it by the vanity.”

The man Gilbert, enters, placing tea beside Vil. He places a hand over his heart, bearing news.

“I’ve been told by your label that you’ll be having a change of staff today. The new stylist is on the way to the bar as we speak.”

Vil ties his hair up in a bun and checks his outfit once more; a delicate suit of exquisite satin, dyed in rich shades of twilight and shimmering emerald like the feathers of peacock, its seams complementing his slender frame and shoulders.

“Thank you, Gilbert. I expect them to do their best for today’s show.”

“Of course. Shall I summon a carriage?”

“Yes.”

The butler bows to his superior, seeing himself out for his duty, Vil checks his reflection once more. Signs of fatigue showing in his eyes and a frown by his lips.

I need some sleep.

Vil lets a sigh slip, his eyes closing for a brief moment. 5 gigs all day today and an interview with the new makeup artist. Another deep breath, in and out. The stars from the night sky fill his vision - oh, how much he longed for night to come and watch the stars without having to worry about anything. Today will be a long day.

“Your carriage has arrived, my liege.”

Vil opens his eyes, returning to reality. Harsh pale lights from the vanity and his tired reflection were enough for him to look away from it all. When did he become so tired? A question he’d like to ask his past self after all this time singing and dancing on a bright stage.

“Thank you, Gilbert.”

He gathers his belongings and prepares for his departure.

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[Reader] had been a nervous wreck since morning, fumbling over rehearsed lines and spinning makeup brushes between their fingers as they anticipate the arrival of their superior. I shouldn’t be this nervous! They grip, taking a quick intake of air through their nose. I’ve prepared everything I need to make sure this interview goes successfully.

They hesitate, swallowing another bout of anxiety. The youth averts their eyes to the sight before them, a sea of carriages and cars passing each other endlessly upon a street. Pedestrians in many forms and sizes pass the storefront, engaged in their own travels and stressors as life goes on like a film running on the Möbius strip. There was nothing to worry about, thought the stylist, as they watched the endless scene of traffic bustling in and out of the streets.

“Strawberry tea for [Reader]?” A waitress approaches the youth.

“Thank you.” They relax, accepting the tea graciously with a small smile. Relax, you got this. Bringing the tea cup to their lips, attempting to relax one more time.

━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

[Reader] jolts to a start, muttering rushed apologies as they straighten themselves. Their cheeks flush with embarrassment as Vil sits in front of them, suppressing every urge to embarrass themselves any further when they note the spectacle in front of them; another day, another moment with the ever-so-stunning vocalist Vil Schoenheit. [Reader] swore on that very moment, even without makeup, Vil looked as perfect as a Greek god, beautiful and flawless in every way.

“A-a-a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Schoenheit. My name is [Reader].”

The youth extends a hand to the starlet, who takes it with a firm grip. They are careful not to grip his hand too hard or too soft, and manage a smile. For a brief moment, the stylist might’ve caught a whiff of a fragrant cologne clinging onto Vil’s being, a rich scent of apples and fresh wood.

Focus, focus! You can react later! A gulp of tea was enough to quell such disturbing thoughts.

“Thank you for your patience, [Reader]. Please call me Vil. I trust that you will take care of me as my new stylist from now on?”

A professional smile lingers on Vil’s lips, contemplative and intrigued upon the youth’s answer.

“Y-y-yes, of course! I will do my best to take care of you.”

[Reader] curses under their breath, their words spilling out of their lips like trickling water by a rushing current. Don’t be so nervous! They chide themselves, sparing a moment to take a sip of tea. Yet, Vil pays no mind to the blunder, lips pursed to a thin line of severity as he gazes at the ongoing traffic by the storefront.

“I will test your capabilities when we arrive at the performance venue later today. I look forward to it.”

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“You may open your eyes, Vil.”

He obliges, a gasp leaving his lips. His reflection bathing in the warm lights of the vanity, a smokey eyeshadow with a golden eyeliner complemented his violet eyes, blending well with the peacock headdress adorning his locks. Vil took note of the braided bun that flattered the gradient of his lavender and blonde locks, admiring the details through the mirror

“What do you think?”

“It’s perfect, dear. Excellent choices on color coordination and makeup, you’ve exceeded my expectations as a stylist.” [Reader] froze in place, their eyes locking with violet orbitals reminiscent of lavender in spring, a regal Vil with a quaint smile at his lips.

They muster a grateful smile as they watch the flawless reflection of Vil check his makeup one more time. They startle at the sight of a man peeking into the room, presumably Vil’s butler.

“Vil, will you be keeping them?”

“Yes, Gilbert. They’ve impressed me with their work today. Please make sure they have a room prepared and have them on standby for touch ups.”

“Of course.”

“Vil, you’re up at 5!”

“Thank you, 5!”

Before the starlet takes his leave of the stage, he places a hand on [Reader]’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Vil’s confident and regal demeanor softens to a smile, an expression of gratitude. His steps click with confidence and stride as he makes ways to the stage.

He looks tired.

[Reader] observes, pity blossoming in the pit of their stomach. How can I make someone as beautiful as him even more beautiful? They ponder, watching a star shine brightly upon a stage of midnight black.

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