#bless you (kith)

[stillresolved]

FERRE EXTRAORDINARY FERRE IM SENDING YOU A LIL ASK TO SEND FRESH KITHES TO YOUR FRESH LIL BLOGGO MWAH MWAH MWAH

@mythvoiced has blessed this blog 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

LENLEN MY DARLING LENLEN 💕💕💕 and here is where i pull out MY FAV GIF EVER BC THAT IS ME WHEN I SEE YOU ON MI DASH 🥺🥺🥺 AND AND why thank you so much, i will be taking all ur kithes and hanging them on the wall of masterpieces for this new blog ☺️☺️☺️ i am VERY EXCITED to get started on here and I CAN'T WAIT?? TO START THIS NEW YEAR WITH YOU AND ALL OF OUR WONDERFUL FRIENDS TOO!!!

PLEASE HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY AND I HOPE THIS YEAR WILL BE A GENTLE BUT WONDERFUL AND FUN ONE FOR YOU- I'M CHEERING FOR YOU ALL THE WAY MY DEAR FRIENDO💕💕💕

#( ferre answered. ) #( saved. ) #( answered. ) #lena's blessing is EVERYTHING THIS BLOG NEEDS I'LL TAKE ALL THE KITHES AND SEND THEM TENFOLD IN A JIFTY 💕💕💕 #hahahaha i said i was going to start writing a few days ago....but then life swung in.... #BUT I AM HERE NOW and going to start tackling overdue drafts at a leisurely pace #bc i wanted to do that over the holidays....but then i got sick so that ruined that :'DDD #ANYWAYS THANKS AGAIN LENLEN CARE YOU LOTS AND PLS!! get all the rest and good food you can <3

[grislyintentions]

@narvvhal : Would peepaw like something warm? He can make a nice soup and tea (he has learned how to make decent tea!) [I HOPE U FEEL BETTER SOON A]

If that is not too much trouble, tea would be delightful. (Is that so? Then he shall be the judge of that.)

#narvvhal #[THEMKIE MY LOB SOBS I POPPED SOME PAINKILLERS AND THEY MADE IT TOLERABLE BLESS FKBF] #[I hope you are having a good timezone! <3] #[zl gives u and childe a grateful kith uwu]

[cxnvicts]

bai yi’s here to give cinna a kiss on the cheek ( definitely not for the dollar ) bec she deserves it 😩💗

-  ̗̀ะ໒⋮━ Gib Cinnabar kith for a dollar because she deserves it

     The kiss on the cheek earns Bai Yi a giggle rather than a dollar; a shade of red dusting along Cinnabar's cheeks as she smiles clumsily at the other and fiddles about with her goggles, if only to try and hide her blush. ❝ Umー thank you...? ❞

#ignisung #more kithes we are blessed this wonderful day #also cinnabar's the type to say thank you if she's not sure what else to say and I hate her for it #「 mail: cinnabar 」

[patchworkpuzzle]

Sweet little Patchy wearing a cute, ruffled apron, dusting with a feather duster while the marranitos finish baking to surprise Hanta when he gets home from patrol. You just want him to have a taste of home since he's been feeling down lately, but as soon as he opens the door and sees you in that apron and smells the sweet scent of those cookies he's gathering you up in his arms to pepper your pretty face with kisses and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, "Cada diํa te quiero mas."

First of all, Cupcake, this is adorable and I need a second to cry about it please and thank you.

SECONDLY!

Yes, to all of this, this is all extremely accurate to how I want it to be. I wanna wear the pretty frilly aprons and run around daily as I clean and dust the whole place. Fold his laundry and making sure its all neatly put away so he doesn't have to worry about it on the weekends.

I wanna cook and bake all sorts of yummy meals and desserts for him to come home to, make him bentos to take for lunch while on patrol or dropping them off at the hero agency. Surprising him because I never said I was going to do so that morning, telling him instead "to go get take out for lunch today" and then here I am, waiting by his office with a picnic basket with lunch for two.

And I wanna drop by YOUR place and give you all sorts of flowers and goodies for the gift you have just given me, this is so sweet! I cannot thank you enough for this, I really can't! 💛💛💛

though perhaps expect a lil inbox surprise, a gift for a gift

I just wanna do all the lovely wifey things, I do I do I do 💛

#UGH #cupcake you bless me you truly so #what a sweet and thoughtful surprise this was! #i cannot thank you enough #I send all the love and kith and hugs #i do i do ido #you are the sweetest around and desreve it #be preapred for a surpise of my own soon #won't say when though #it'll be a surprise~ #thank you again! #mwah mwah 💛 #🧩.patchy gets mail #🧩.moots #🧩.my cutie cupcake

[avocado-writing]

I saw some of your BG3 headcanon and I got to say I love it. 💕

I hope it okay to ask what would BG3 companion would react if the reader is a selkie 🦭💕

how cute! hope you enjoy, anon!

Astarion

sort of glad he isn’t the only “afflicted” of the group (even though you consider your selkie-dom a blessing and not a curse like his vampirism)

you spend long nights discussing how you adapted to “normal” life after the tadpole. he doesn’t need to hide from sunlight, you don’t feel the pull to constantly be near water.

makes jokes about stealing your sealskin when you annoy him, in return you threaten to stake him. just girly things 💕💞💓💗💝💘💖

when you finally get the confidence to transform in front of him he is transfixed. you are beautiful.

“what do you think?” nervous eyes, picking at your fingers.

“you’re wonderful,” he says, uncharacteristically sincere, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

Gale

super duper fascinated.

asks you a billion questions, ones you didn’t even think about the answers to!

”so how does it feel when you actually slip into your seal form?” “?? Normal I guess? Idk, Gale!”

he watches you transform and swim around, making lots of notes to start with — but he gets distracted and just watches you play.

when you flop up onto the bank next to him, covered in water and out of your seal body, he gets lost in the sweet depth of your eyes.

when he kisses you for the first time it’s the most sure he’s ever been about anything.

Karlach

“oh my GODS that’s so cool!”

also asks a billion questions too but not like… smart ones.

“have you ever eaten raw fish?” “yeah of course, Karlach!” “haha ew how did they taste?” “pretty good actually!” “AMAZING”

can’t stop looking at your, stroking your cloak when you’re in kith form. she knows how precious it is to you and wants to keep it safe.

she submerges herself in water and heats it up like a hot tub, you turn into your seal form and float around lazily enjoying her heat. ❤️

Wyll

gobsmacked but honoured you shared this side of yourself with him.

we know our lad likes fairytales, he’s swept up in the storybook aspect of it all.

(secretly you’re both thrilled at the idea of being a knight having a romance with a selkie. it’s so perfect and sweet! 💕)

always checks in to see if there’s anything he can do to make you feel more comfortable - finding you water to relax in or getting you some fatty food to enjoy.

perfect partner. respectful and doting. no notes!

Shadowheart

surprised, but pretends she knew all along (she didn’t, she just doesn’t want you knowing how taken aback she is)

I think you being a selkie helps her get the courage to try and swim.

maybe it’s you in bipedal form holding onto her and leading her into the water, or maybe you turn into a seal for extra buoyancy.

either way, she’s squeaking “don’t you dare let go!!”

she eventually gets more comfortable with this side of your life and there is nothing she enjoys more than just floating with you, holding your paw or your hand 💕

Lae’zel

doesn’t really understand.

you have to explain the concept to her a couple of times before it sinks in.

”this is a confession?” “yes…” “I do not understand why you believe I would think any differently of you. you are still the source of my joy.”

her honest acceptance of you, all of you, is enough to make your soul feel sweet.

you kiss her. there is simply nothing else for it.

Halsin

my man wildshapes, so he’s pretty used to people being in animal forms - even if it’s a bit different for you.

the two of you talk at length about changing into beasts and how it feels, what joy and freedom it brings.

let’s be real. we’ve all seen the bear scene. the two of you probably both turn into seals and get freaky. it’s great.

he likes to curl up in his bear form around you as a seal and drift off to sleep on the shore. you feel so safe next to him. he’d never let anything hurt you.

#gale of waterdeep x reader #Gale of waterdeep x tav #Astarion x reader #astarion x tav #halsin x reader #halsin x tav #wyll x tav #wyll x reader #wyll ravengard x reader #my writing #Long post #bg3 imagine #Gale x reader #Gale x tav #lae'zel x reader #lae'zel x tav #karlach x reader #karlach x tav #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart x tav #companions x tav

[kranom]

I haven't played Pillars of Eternity in a while but I can't get Vatnir out of my head. Just the thought of being "blessed" by the god of entropy, being forced to cope with necrosis and chronic illness/pain and god knows what else since birth, either being shunned out of disgust or idolized as a symbol of death for that. Imagine people showing you kindness solely because they want to kill themselves near you. What a bitter fucking existence, yet his morgue of a camp is warm and welcoming and friendly. No one in his flock are cruel towards each other, unless I'm forgetting a bit of dialogue somewhere.

Vatnir must have worked hard to cultivate a decent community, even knowing what will happen in the end. I wonder how many times he's done that. I wonder if he hopes that the goodness kith show to each other under his guidance will be enough to keep them from wishing for death or if the community he made is more of an attempt to keep himself from falling into despair at the awful things that happen around him. Either way, I love him. He was put in charge of a cult and chose to convince people to be good for however long they're here instead of abusing his position for his own gain or pleasure. And I'm so glad that the Watcher can take him away from all that death and scarcity. I hope the warmth of the Deadfire eases some of the aches in his bones.

#pillars of eternity #vatnir #suicide mention #Sort of? I'll tag it to be safe. #I really need to replay these games when I have the time. Maybe after the craft fair next month. #It's been too long. I can't remember if I ever even finished Deadfire. #But I remember Vatnir and his chronic cough and sarcasm and untold trauma.

[yuzuocha]

𝚢𝚞·𝚣𝚞·𝚘·𝚌𝚑𝚊 | ユズオチャ

noun

1. a type of citrus tea that originated from China and is now also widely produced and consumed in Japan and Korea.

2. the owner of this ridiculous blog.

‣ about me

hi there and welcome to my blog! i am yuzuocha but call me yuzu :D

they/them

日本語/한국어/ENG

i write mainly for love and deepspace, but there might be some other fandom content here and there (i.e. project sekai)

this is a fic, art and incorrect quotes blog that is 16+!

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‣ requests

i only accept up to three characters per headcanon/drabble request. you're free to request the same headcanon/drabble for different characters, though; this is to make requests into bite-sized pieces for me! you are welcome to also request one-shots or even multi-chapter fics >:D do your worst!

however do know that i only accept these requests as suggestions, not explicitly favors i have to do. if it interests me, you're in luck. if it doesn't interest me, you ain't in luck. only times i'd take it as a request is if it's for a friend i personally know or whatnot.

this blog will be NON-EXPLICIT for the most part, anyway. obviously there's going to be suggestive themes, plenty of implications and a whole lot of softcore (like c'mon look at my first post kek), however i absolutely refuse to write or draw outright smut. we got enough smut artists and writers in the lds fandom and i think we don't got enough fluff-angst writers HAHA

‣ things to know

this blog is 16+ — while I don't explicitly discourage readers under the aforementioned age from consuming my content, most, if not all of my content contains somewhat suggestive themes and contain suggestive, violent and/or triggering themes. additionally, the game itself holds aforementioned themes, so i thought i might as well put a soft-minimum just to give myself some peace and mind lol. please use your personal discretion before you consume my work!

i have a taglist! please let me know if you'd like to be a part of it through commenting here or through my inbox! i'll give you lots of smooches as a ty <3

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‣ masterlist

headcanon

‣ the horrors of gacha. — 全て/All

‣ moments of panic. — みんな/All

‣ back in the days. — みんな/All

‣ kith? kith. — みんな/All

‣ domestic times. — みんな/All

‣ a living proof of your love. — みんな/All

one-shot + drabble

‣ heartstring fortissimo. — セイヤ/Xavier

‣ eclipse. — セイヤ/Xavier

‣ drunk mind, sober feelings. — セイヤ/Xavier

‣ a second love at second sight. — ホムラ/Rafayel

‣ post-care. — レイ/Zayne

multi-fic

‣ player one, player two. — セイヤ/Xavier

‣ syndicate overture. — セイヤ/Xavier

but really really fast

main story ‣ prologue

main story ‣ chapter ɪ

main story ‣ chapter ɪɪ

main story ‣ chapter ɪɪɪ

main story ‣ chapter ɪᴠ

main story ‣ chapter ᴠ

main story ‣ chapter ᴠɪ

main story ‣ chapter ᴠɪɪ

main story ‣ chapter ᴠɪɪɪ

incorrect quotes

ɪ ‣ truth conundrum

ɪɪ ‣ caleb v. ladder

ɪɪɪ ‣ xavier's mc sensor

ɪᴠ ‣ rafayel's morals

ᴠ ‣ anti-consolation

ᴠɪ ‣ following directions with faith

ᴠɪɪ ‣ rafayel's rancid rizzing

ᴠɪɪɪ ‣ who let xavier cook

ɪx ‣ "helping out"

x ‣ false alarm

xɪ ‣ fiery motivation

xɪɪ ‣ self love

xɪɪɪ ‣ vroom vroom

xɪᴠ ‣ how to treat a short person

xᴠ ‣ is rafayel into choking?

xᴠɪ ‣ sanity loss documentary

xᴠɪɪ ‣ spooky broccoli

xᴠɪɪɪ ‣ xavier's tendencies

xɪx ‣ "what keeps you up at night"

xx ‣ speling is hahrd

xxɪ ‣ subway surfers was fire ngl

xxɪɪ ‣ whoever threw that shell, fuck you

xxɪɪɪ ‣ innocent until proven guilty

xxɪᴠ ‣ happy middle fingers

xxᴠ ‣ single when drunk?

xxᴠɪ ‣ a cursed bless

xxᴠɪɪ ‣ serotonin, too!

xxᴠɪɪɪ ‣ he isn't wrong, per se

xxɪx ‣ lie detector

xxx ‣ an artist's perspective, apparently

xxxɪ ‣ yeah no he bucked up

xxxɪɪ ‣ a cursed bless 2.0

xxxɪɪɪ ‣ caleb's sick of it lol

xxxɪᴠ ‣ propriety over honesty

xxxᴠ ‣ words of (questionable) truth

xxxᴠɪ ‣ caleb technically didn't lie

xxxᴠɪɪ ‣ she thought she was playing chess, he was playing 4d chess

xxxᴠɪɪɪ ‣ as long as rafayel's happy, i guess

xxxɪx ‣ who let xavier cook 2.0

xʟ ‣ nice card, shitty purpose

xʟɪ ‣ put a price tag in bed

xʟɪɪ ‣ mission accomplished (?)

xʟɪɪɪ ‣ asshole of the year

xʟɪᴠ ‣ "KILL IT KILL IT KILL ITTTTTT"

xʟᴠ ‣ local fish intentionally stranded on walmart parking lot

xʟᴠɪ ‣ cereal hits when drunk

xʟᴠɪɪ ‣ zayne can't be left alone, poor him

xʟᴠɪɪɪ ‣ a chair that can kick you

xʟɪx ‣ needs and wants

ʟ ‣ honesty so brutal it hurts

ʟɪ ‣ yea just buy whipped cream instead

ʟɪɪ ‣ words v. stones

ʟɪɪɪ ‣ living in the present

ʟɪᴠ ‣ popcorn doesn't last

ʟᴠ ‣ war of words

ʟᴠɪ ‣ it is trash can, not trash cannot

ʟᴠɪɪ ‣ newton's rolling in his grave

ʟᴠɪɪɪ ‣ carnival avocado

ʟɪx ‣ how much white stuff can fit in a mouth?

ʟx ‣ 6 cm per second, which is frankly impressive

ʟxɪ ‣ xavier v. jeremiah getting punched

ʟxɪɪ ‣ hunter's "reflexes"

ʟxɪɪɪ ‣ declaration (?) of love

ʟxɪᴠ ‣ double friendzone'd

ʟxᴠ ‣ rafayel's garden

ʟxᴠɪ ‣ reminiscence (?)

ʟxᴠɪɪ ‣ xavier the almighty sun

ʟxᴠɪɪɪ ‣ xavier the almighty mosquito

ʟxɪx ‣ the duality of fish

ʟxx ‣ didn't happen if there ain't no evidence

ʟxxɪ ‣ life is just one big capitalist experience fr

ʟxxɪɪ ‣ oof lmfao

ʟxxɪɪɪ ‣ you something get eat might

ʟxxɪᴠ ‣ father v. further v. farther

ʟxxᴠ ‣ hobbies

ʟxxᴠɪ ‣ the ends justify the means, right?

ʟxxᴠɪɪ ‣ so short they can duck liability

ʟxxᴠɪɪɪ ‣ cashed in the wrong way

ʟxxɪx ‣ love is an open door

ʟxxɪx ‣ efficiency > flirting

ʟxxx ‣ viral for all the wrong reasons

ʟxxxɪ ‣ killer fashion

#yuzuocha ‣ works #yuzuocha ‣ questions #yuzuocha ‣ rambles #yuzuocha ‣ comments

[badrrr]

The muwahideen are finding marriage difficult, among a lot of things. And I want to say, the path of the Ghuraba isn’t paved with roses. Being from the Ghuraba isn’t an aesthetic. It’s is a path that Allah blessed us to be upon. So remember it , when things became difficult. When marriage isn’t easy, remember this. Make dua and tie your camel.

And when you make dua, consistently do it. Day in and day out. Tahajjud shouldn’t be a once every 2 week thing. Make it part of your routine. Raise your hands to the heavens and beg Allah. Show humility to and tell Allah honestly. If you want companionship, tell Allah that. If you fear falling into zina, be honest about it with Allah. When it rains, make dua. Between the adhan and iqaamah, make dua. In Sujood, make dua. The last hour of Friday, make dua. The dua made at tahajjud is an arrow that never misses its target. So where are you, o you who has a need that needs fulfilling ? Where are your who wishes to have that which they desire? If you are sleeping at that time, do you really want it? You truly don’t want it if you know you have a Lord that descends and seeks to fulfill the need of His slaves.

Ask family, friends and people at the masjid. Do something new and look outside of your town, city or even country. There has been plenty of brothers and sisters on the manhaj who have traveled elsewhere for a spouse or maintain a long distance relationship as a temporary before they are united . If you have a preference, look outside of that and expand your options. Ask those online and if the online route is taken, do your due diligence. It shouldn’t be the first choice but after asking Allah, go for it (for sisters, please always seek permission from a wali and have him every step of the way, online and in real life). Even if the your surroundings are mainly liberals and madkhalis for example, don’t ever underestimate Allah. Allah can send somebody to you when you least expect it in a way that you could never imagine. So have good thoughts of Allah. He is how we think of Him. Do you think He will never give you a spouse? Believe your Lord will answer you and that you will be pleased.

Don’t forget to look into your self. How is your heart with Allah? How much are your sins? Are they greater than your good deeds ? How many sins are you willingly indulging in that you can easily cut off? You want a righteous spouse but are you striving to be from the righteous ? You ask Allah for a spouse and you feel as if your dua isn’t being answered , but what is the amount of sins?

Are you fulfilling your obligations? Are you praying on time , giving zakat, forbidding the evil and enjoining the good , maintaining ties with kith and kin, staying away from the haram? Brothers, are you defending the Ummah and securing the release of the captives? Look into yourself. There could be things that are delaying the response to your dua. Also, think of how you’re close to Allah right now on your state. You’re begging Allah consistently in Tahajjud, your mouth is constantly moving with dua, you’re in a state of hope and wanting a need fulfilled. Yes it’s not easy being patient upon something you’ve been wanting for a long time, but take advantage of how close you are to Allah now. Maybe Allah wants to keep you near Him. Maybe He wants to hear your voice just a little more.

Purify your intentions. The spouse you desire isn’t just for yourself. Have the intention when you get married it is to aid the deen of Allah. It is to bring victory back in the earth and to raise children who will uphold the banner of Tawheed high in the lands. A righteous spouse is part of your enjoyment but remember the bigger picture.

As a last note, work to keep your heart attached to Jannah. We may not get everything we want here but what is with Allah is much better and greater. Dunya isn’t final. It’s just a bridge. Keep your eyes in the prize and your heart connected to heavenly matters. Ask Allah to grant you contentment with your Qadr and to make it easy for you to be grateful in all situations. والله اعلم

May Allah grant all the muwahideen righteous spouses sooner rather than later. May Allah grant us patience and protect us from falling into fitnah. May Allah answer your Adiyah in beautiful ways. آمين

#marriage #muslims #islam help #islamic #islam #muslim

[thehistoriangirl]

The Tides Have Veiled [Fourteen]

This chapter is calmer than usually :3 is that suspicious? I wouldn't know...

Viktor x Fem!Reader---/Gothic AU/Haunted Sea---3.4K---SFW

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Synopsis:  Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say. Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts. Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.

Chapter Summary: Just when you're about to confront one of your fears, Viktor's there to confess.

Tags: Strangers to Lovers | Ghosts | Slow Burn | Dark Magic(?) | Some Lore | Fluff (!!!!) | Some kithing :3 |

Taglist: @lunar-monster @local-mr-frog @bittercyder @blissfulip @ihopeinevergetsoberr

Fourteen: A Ghost Roaming the Coast

It was almost dusk when you gathered your petty bravery, watching the sky bleed and the waves shine with the last glimpses of sunlight.

 Calculating against the clock hung on the wall and the keeping log, you had around forty minutes until the sun died down for good today, finally overshadowed by the beacon.

Your steps echoed against the wood of the lighthouse’s staircase, hands eager to gather the raincoat perfectly folded over the table and the pair of boots tucked against a side of the hearth so they could get warm enough against the upcoming winter currents.

You observed the flames, Viktor’s words resonating inside your brain in between the crackling fire, allowing your mind to get lost in their dance though your jaw tightening didn’t pass unperceived.

I believe you hit your head with a rock when you were walking along the beach.

“Yes, sure,” you seethed. How would you end up on the opposite side of the bay if that were the case? You should be dead if your head would have hit any of the sharp rocks at the foot of the cliff where you sought refuge last night.

And the woman—the ghost—it hadn’t been the first encounter. Even if you tried to delude yourself into thinking of it as a poor excuse of a slip of imagination, like the force that was about to push you to the edge of insanity; you knew better.

Sadly so. As much as ignorance would’ve been a blessing.

Even then, knowledge perhaps will be the only thing to keep you alive. Once you understood everything, you would be able to know what to do now you knew that there was no solace in the city for you.

Not with whatever had poisoned your blood with salt water.

That was the only thought while you fished your keys from the depths of your oversized wool sweater, securing them with a cord in your pants’ hem.

The cave was real, you felt it in your being, in the way your fingers still seemed to vibrate while remembering the touch of the faint purple glow on its walls. How the song resonated in your bones as if they were hollow, filling you with homesickness you didn't know it was there until the melody made it overflow.

How someone could feel such a thing when one has never known a home anyway?

What a twisted life this seemed to be.

But before settling a foot outside, a flash of the ghostly tail made your hand brush along the table’s surface to grab the handle of the kitchen knife.

It wouldn't be much, especially if you were correct about what you believed that creature was; though you didn’t wish to be so exposed and hopeless again. It was enough that for a considerable portion of your life, you’d been sheltered and tucked away as an old doll—you didn’t wish your end to be like that, too.

You were a keeper now, away from the shabby hut by the coast, now instead watching the whole landscape from your tower, maintaining the light on against the darkness, the mist, and the restless things roaming in the night. You were different.

You probably hit your head against a rock.

Voices mixed in a cacophony that pounded your head. Your mother went out of her mind after having you. That's why she left you.

You can’t run away from your blood.

No, you weren’t your faceless mother. You wouldn’t let the sea claim you too. And yet… you kept walking toward the exit, toward the waves. Tempting life and destiny only to soothe your mind once the cave stood, materialized, and real in front of you again.

Would Viktor care if the next evening he’d find the beacon still on, his keeper gone?

Would you care if he didn’t?

Hairs prickled your eyes when you shook your head in a violent attempt of denial, albeit the thoughts kept flowing like currents, so many your mind had gone murky, limbs led by instinct alone.

Open door. Close door. Walk. Fetch key. Open do—

A flap of cold wind hit your face like the slash of a dagger; the dark, grey sky quickly being covered by the view of a long, black coat. The wind carried the familiar essence like an invisible embrace.

“Where are you going at this time of day? It’s almost nighttime.”

You jumped away, a scream getting caught up in your throat as your mind scrambled to act. Get away. Grab the knife. Why does the voice sound so familiar?

Looking up, you conjured another ghost trying to haunt you, grabbing the knife from the pocket of your raincoat so forcefully your knuckles were white. Instead of hollow sockets, you saw a pair of golden stars still visible despite the cloudy night.

You opened your eyes, heat pooling up your face. “I was going to look for you,” you said, hoping to craft an acceptable lie with the nonsensical words spilling out of your mouth.

Viktor arched an eyebrow. “With a… knife?”

Your lips pressed in a thin line. Silence dragged, and Viktor leaned against the rusty threshold of the lighthouse’s gate, giving you all the damned time in the world to explain.

"We're not on so good terms, I suppose,” you answered begrudgingly, wishing to imbue a more amused and sarcastic tone instead of the hollow, plain tone that got out. Gaze averted and your free hand playing with your hair, you were a terrible liar, which wouldn’t explain why Viktor didn’t believe in what you told him this morning besides being pure reticence.

The screams of the cliff started creeping up the rock, toward the open lighthouse, and perhaps it was your imagination, but you felt a gentle trembling movement of the hill beneath your feet.

Your hands enveloped his wrist, pulling him inside the little garden and closing the gate behind him with a slam. Standing face to face, you could see his breathing spiraling up to the sky between the drizzle starting to compose a rhythmical dance over your coat.

“I regret talking to you like that. It was unprompted and uncalled for," Viktor said, eyes gentle and ever-present, boring into yours in seek of something you couldn't quite place yet. “I came to apologize.”

It couldn’t be so easy—you knew it wasn’t just forgiveness. It couldn’t be.

"You don't have to say things you don't mean only to appease me. I know you said it on a whim, which must’ve let you slip a thing or two decorum wouldn’t allow you to say in other circumstances.”

“And whims are all built in poor wording.” He sighed. “I don’t regret marrying you. I regret what this marriage has put you through.”

Your brain took much longer than needed for his words to seep in. “… what do you mean by that?”

Viktor's eyes settled on yours, and this time you gathered your courage to keep them on him, between the little mole under his eyes to the bridge of his nose. You saw browns and yellows on the irises, molted gold casting shadows behind its wake.

He brushed your shoulder ever so slightly. “My cursed wife. Don’t believe I haven’t noticed.”

A childish part of you fluttered when he called you ‘his wife’, perhaps hoping that all these steps you had walked together meant something more than just a clause in a job application. Though anger still bubbled up your belly for his words that were so heavy the wind couldn’t carry them away just like enough blood couldn’t become invisible while diluted in water.

You crossed your arms, as if he could see your heart hammering against your chest.

“I’m not yours.”

“I know. Albeit that’s not what everyone thinks about us.”

And what do you think about us? You wished to be brave enough to ask him.

“Curses are hereditary,” Viktor continued, his voice soft in a mutter while his gaze was lost in something over your shoulder, though when you looked back, you could only see the flicking shadows of the empty staircase. “They do not fade away with time as everything else tends to do because the ones that impose them are outside its reign. It persists in blood.”

He didn’t need to tell you what he was referring to. Ghosts. Witches. Spirits. The house and this lighthouse. You felt a shiver down your spine, cold sweat gluing the hairs of your nape. A gaze that penetrated over the rock of the tower and into your back. A gaze belonging to a woman's empty sockets.

“Are you trying to scare me?” You hugged yourself, hoping he wouldn’t notice your shiver. This time it was working.

“Let’s get you inside,” Viktor replied, taking his cane from its place propelled against the wall and pointing the handle toward the door. “You’re getting wet and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Do you believe me?” You sounded childishly hopeful when you should’ve been surprised, not minding his cold palm sliding into yours to guide you down a more than familiar path.

“I don’t think there’s a purpose for you to invent something like that.” Viktor raised a hand when you were about to protest, your eyes deeply crinkled in a frown. "I know there are… strange happenings in this town. Of course, I believe you."

"I thought I had fallen and hit my head?" You huffed, the gentle crackling of the fire enveloping your cold bones once Viktor closed the door and helped you out of your humid coat, taking the knife and settling it on the table.

“There are certain things it’s better not to say out loud on land,” Viktor replied, almost embarrassed with the way his cheeks and ears were tinted pink, though all you saw could be a product of his closeness to the fire.

“And it’s good to talk about them now?” you said, looking up toward the beacon room and catching a glimpse of the golden light flicking through the stairs.

“No. But I didn’t want you to remain angry with me.” Shyly, he took your hands in his and gave them a light squeeze. “I care about you, and I couldn’t let a day pass by and know that I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him, the flames making his eyes twinkle—and it would’ve been a mischievous way if it weren’t for the gentleness of his touch, fingers surrounding your wrists, a slight arch of his eyebrows created by worry.

The gentle mutter of your name slipped through his ajar lips.

Your hands slid around his torso, taking in the essence of his clothes, like orange and salt and books. He was solid, warm, and real, his lithe muscles shifting under your touch, cheek settled just above his chest.

His indecisive gasp reverberated deep inside your bones, hotness climbing up your neck once he hugged you back, his hands moving from their place on your arms down your waist. The movement made his unbuttoned coat open to envelop you whole, chest flush against his dress shirt.

For a long time, the only thing that existed was Viktor's heartbeats complementing yours, breaths mixed in a slow rhythm turned a soothing dance once he started swaying you side to side.

His cane’s handle poked your side, spell broken when your mind cleared enough to realize what you were doing, that you were too close, that perhaps his movements originated from exhaustion from coming down the house toward the lighthouse. That this was still just a façade. You pushed your hands over his chest to break the hug, only to find his hands still grabbing the soft curves of your hips.

“Viktor…” you said, looking at his chest now that locking eyes with him was so difficult, your mind running in circles over the memories of the wedding, the softest friction of his lips over yours.

The fake wedding, your brain tried to add, unsuccessfully.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He nodded, deep in thought as his right hand ran up from your waist up to cup up your cheek. “I promise I’ll do my best to keep you safe. I promise you.”

You smiled, the movement making his thumb brush across your skin in slow, gentle circles, a view so intense he might want to paint you to behold in his memory forever.

Viktor leaned closer, the rebel locks around his forehead almost hiding his intense expression. Your hands grasped his arms, thinking your knees would fall at any moment. His nose skimmed against yours before his lips landed atop yours in a motion so fleeting you might’ve been imagining if it weren’t for the gentle motion of his lips opening, accompanied by a squeeze on your left hip.

You sighed, wanting to move one of your hands atop his heart.

“I—I’m sorry,” Viktor jumped backward, almost tripping with the leg of the table. “I don’t know what I’m doing… I… I overstepped.”

You held his hand before he could pull away. “No, you didn’t,” you muttered, looking at the ground. “I’m your wife after all.”

Viktor’s sheepish smile left you breathless, looking between the yellow hues of the fire the bright red of his cheeks reaching his ears, even.

“This is so unprofessional. Come on,” he told you, reaching for the metal pole you used to extinguish the logs inside the hearth. Using your oil lamp to move around, Viktor approached the staircase with confident steps even as he hooked his cane in the crook of his elbow and started ascending using the handrail, a path so familiar maybe he could even crawl it in the darkness. “I want to keep watch with you tonight.”

It was your turn to frown with concern. “Aren’t you tired? You just returned from the city.”

“I’ve had many things around my head to even think about sleeping. There will be time—that is, of course, if you want me here. I’ll understand if you’d prefer to be alone.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” you replied almost immediately. Viktor turned once he reached the top, extending his arm to let the shine of the lamp illuminate your way up.

“You won’t be. Not if I can avoid it.”

Your head tilted to the side, looking over his shoulder to see the messy room you used every night; with the old logbooks open over the table and half the window still sealed with wood boards, pens scattered over the yellowish pages of the unfinished diaries you’d been scribbling on to avoid Viktor’s curiosity when you asked for another notebook.

Would Viktor see you as another delusional keeper if he got a better look at your writings?

“A worker will come to replace the glass on Thursday,” Viktor said, his steps never faltering while approaching the table. If he read the old keeper’s words mixed with your deliriums, he didn’t show any different emotion as he walked toward the closed door at the far end of the room. “The wood covers the view of the sea.”

“I prefer it this way,” you couldn’t stop from saying. This way you wouldn’t see the woman.

“I can’t say I blame you,” Viktor sighed, his steps getting further away as he entered the machine’s room, all his silhouette embraced by the comforting darkness inside. “Both haunting and beautiful.” Walking toward him, you heard the crackle of the couch give in under his weight. You closed the door with a gentle click now you were sure everything was for the night already tinting the horizon navy blue. Viktor hadn’t brought the lamp, and neither did you, remembering that day when the storm raged outside and yet you were warm and safe between his arms. You wouldn’t need the light if he was there. “Like you.”

You chuckled, ignoring the way your heart started pounding relentlessly against your ribcage. “Am I haunting?”

He hummed, grasping your hand to guide you toward the couch until your legs were against each other caged inside the tiny space. “Haunting does not always mean something frightening; but something special and unforgettable.”

Unforgettable… “Will you remember me once you go work as a teacher full time?” your voice was barely audible over the purring of the motor in the control panel, it was a miracle that Viktor could hear it, just as it was a miracle being so close to him tonight.

The pause that followed you allowed you to sense the cool of the night starting to crawl over your feet and fingers from under the metallic door, and you couldn't stop thinking how you had survived last night soaked in freezing water without catching hypothermia.

“I’m not planning to leave you alone in this town,” he muttered. “I can arrange another bedroom in my apartment.”

You recollected the horrible dream, how your lungs pleaded for mercy once the living room was flooded, tears mixed in with salt water as if they had always belonged there. His disappearance toward the bathroom almost all night. And the stain of crimson diluted into the water.

“I don’t think I will survive outside this town, Viktor. And I’m terrified of figuring out.”

“I’m here with you,” he said, patting your knee. “There’s always a way.”

“I hope you’re right. I don't want to be trapped in here for the rest of my life, whatever short or long it may be…” You sighed, feeling the breaking of your voice even before you uttered another word. “I want to escape my family’s fortune, though I think one may never be too far away from their blood.” I don’t want to keep feeling like I'm drowning near the coast and away from the sea. “I’m just… so tired of being… me…”

You heard the rustle of his hand patting your head. “I understand. One might think I should know it by now—the cursed owner of the haunted house by the cliff. But there’s always hope as long as there’s life. And I must… confess, that my world would be dull without you in it.” He exhaled. “I was so scared of finding you by the coast this morning. I… I thought…”

A chill ran through your spine, and you sought his warmth, leaning your head against his shoulder. “What haunts you, Viktor?" you whispered in a reckless attempt that no other spirit but him could hear it.

You felt him tremble slightly under your cold touch. “What always haunts everyone—the past.” He shifted to accommodate you better, hearing the muffled clank of his cane against the wall as he rotated himself to allow you to set yourself between his open legs, your back flush against his chest as if he were a cocoon. “And what haunts you?”

So many things, you were just like a small, naïve child. The screams of the cliff. The ghostly woman. That following sensation of being watched inside Viktor’s house. Of one day waking up in the hut by your aunt’s screams, the lighthouse and him all but a fantasy. “Knowing that everything I see and hear at night is a lie. And knowing that it’s not.”

Viktor posed his chin atop your head. “I believe you,” he said after a while, his breath drawing goosebumps against your ear. “I believe you.” There was a pause where you heard the palpitations of your heart picking up just like the rain outside.

“You shouldn’t walk by the beach at night,” he muttered, settling his head in the crook of your neck to whisper against your ear. “That’s why fishermen go to open waters and don’t come back until the sun is up again.”

“I was… I was returning from my uncle’s funeral. I…” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I saw him first. And then the woman. M-my mom…”

He hugged you, his hands around your waist. “I don’t think that was your mother,” he said, soothing you with his reassuring touch and his closeness, tucked away from the world. "Why don’t you rest for a while? I’m going to need you alert and awake tomorrow afternoon.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to show you the open ocean.” He cleared his throat. “I mean… I’m researching about mareel, luminescence in algae that floats on the sea at night. I… it would be my pleasure to show you. If you’d like to come with me.”

“Oh! Well… I’d love to.” You smiled even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness. “Viktor…” you called, neck crooned toward him. “Can you kiss me again?”

You heard his faint chuckle, his head moving toward yours in the dark, hands cupping your jawline and neck as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip. You parted your mouth open, hot breath hitting against his fingerpad before his breath met yours in an eager sigh once you pressed yourself against him.

In that room there was no time nor hurry, embraced in the cold wind and sheltered by the rain tapping against the roof; so you allowed your mind and body to lose yourself in him. If only for tonight.

#viktor x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #viktor arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #viktor fanfic #viktor arcane x you #arcane viktor x you #viktor arcane x fem! reader #arcane x female reader

[jaehunnyy]

Nothing else matters

Genre: best-friends-to-lovers, a little bit of angst but with a happy ending, fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: bff!Jaemin x fem!reader

Warnings: reader is very whipped for Jaemin, Jaemin is a bit shy but he loves her, reader makes the first step, one kith scene and a peck, they are both high school students (legal age though), time skip, usage of pet names (love, princess), reader overthinks a lot, possible grammar mistakes

tags: @honeyhuii, @shakalakaboomboo, @yugiai, @sungbeam, @theficblog, @nightfalls-teddy, @bluisheye93, @junwonology, @lunarxsun, @lovelyjaem, @daegall

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Your ear was pressed on the wooden door, blessed by the piano sounds that were coming out from the inside. "River flows in you" was playing, and you didn't even need to think too much about the person behind the curtain, cause you already knew who the skilled fingers belonged to. Na Jaemin has been your crush since freshman year, and your best friend since God knows when. And even though everyone told you that you will get bored of this one-sided love at one point, you proved them wrong. Now that prom was approaching, you knew that you had to let this go, because all of you would go separate ways after graduation, but with his soft smile, one that held all the love in the world, and his shiny eyes, you couldn't blame your feelings. You were getting ready to get inside the magic room, but someone was quicker than you. The door opened wide and a scared Jaemin was standing in front of you, his arms immediately wrapping around you while he started to check on you.

"Did I hit you? I'm so sorry, Y/N!" his worried voice resonated in the empty hall, making your heart multiply its beats again.

"I'm fine, Nana. I was just leaving."

"Wait! I mean… Can you wait for a bit? I need to ask you something…"

"I'm all ears, Na," you offered him a warm smile, encouraging him to keep going with what he needed to say.

"I… would you like to be my partner? For, you know, the prom?"

You felt like you were the main character of a dream right now. No one had invited you yet, and the fact that you were asked by your crush did some things to you, though you didn't want to give yourself any false hope. You were best friends, and maybe you were his last hope since he was too shy to ask someone else. But, nonetheless, how could you say no?

"Actually… Yes, I would love to." your lips stretched into a beautiful crescent of happiness, and his arms tightened around you.

"Thank you. See you there, love." he gave you an innocent smile, and left, like nothing happened; even though your mind was spinning with the way his lips stretched to call you love.

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Two weeks passed, and you were now retouching the last details regarding your appearance, knowing that Jaemin could arrive anytime. Your silver earrings gave your figure a beautiful glow, while your pastel blue dress hugged your body perfectly. Your curls were decorating your back like some sort of ornaments, and right then, you really felt lucky. Lucky for having Jaemin as your partner, lucky for today’s experience, one you would never replace, for anything else.

“Y/N, your prince is here! It’s time for pictures!” your mom shouted from downstairs, and you couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at the way she was still teasing you.

That was the time you woke up from your fantasies, the realisation hitting you like a truck. You started to feel nervous, and your thoughts decided that it was about time to make you suffer, again: “What if I’ll make him regret choosing me as his partner? Or what if I don’t touch his expectations?” You wanted to return to your room, feeling too scared to keep going and face him. But when you heard his calming voice once again, you knew that Jaemin wouldn’t ever say anything bad about you. After all, you were still his childhood best friend.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, love.” he smiled, his joyful expression being accompanied by the growing universe in his eyes.

You really were lucky.

“You are way beyond handsome too, Jaems,” you smiled and went next to him, hugging him tight. Even if it meant to expose your feelings, to make it too obvious, you wanted to have a special moment for yourself, and you thought that this was the perfect occasion.

Your mom took the camera and smiled at the two of you, while Jaemin held your hand and got ready for the pictures. You must have looked like a cute couple, and though you knew your boundaries, you couldn’t help yourself, but think about how it would have been if you really were one.

“Let’s go and have fun, Y/N!” he said and took your hand in his, running excitedly to the car.

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The prom was the epitome of fun so far, full of bodies swaying to the sweet rhythm of adolescence and freedom. You really wanted to take a break, but one of your favorite songs played in the background and you couldn’t resist the urge to dance on it. “Nothing else matters” was a song you and Jaemin grew up with, so when you heard it, memories started to flood inside both of your minds.

“May I have this dance, princess?”

You already knew that trying to hide the crimson blush that furrowed your face was in vain, so you just nodded, without being able to form any words.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, while his arms found their way around your waist. The two of you moved slowly to the rhythm, eyes locking together, sharing unspoken feelings. His lips looked like the prettiest thing right then, and they reminded you of a cozy morning with the sunrise knocking at your window, or a night full of stars and a shiny moon covering the world like a warm blanket. That’s how much you loved your best friend. And when he got closer to your face, his warm breath tickling your neck, you gave it all up and pressed your lips on his, forgetting about everything around you. He didn’t move back like you expected him to do, but instead, he placed his hand on your cheek and smiled on your lips. Now, the kiss became a dance of its kind, creating another sort of bond between the two of you.

You felt like drowning in the bliss of the moment, something that you’ve always dreamt of. But you didn’t know if what happened between you was right, you didn’t want it to be awkward after, maybe he just got a bit caught up and accepted it. After the song ended, you went outside, letting yourself be guided to some stairs, where a beautifully decorated balcony was waiting for you. You breathed the fresh air in, thinking about what happened downstairs. You loved it, but you were becoming anxious, what if Jaemin didn’t feel the same? You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, this wasn’t what you meant when you said you wanted to make this special for you. Buried deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the small footsteps, nor see the familiar silhouette of the boy you loved sitting next to you, his hand finding yours and squeezing it softly.

“What happened there…” he started with a serious tone, and you felt like the sweet memory of earlier crashed into small pieces, disappearing into Neverland.

“Jaemin, I’m sorry, i got lost in the moment and—“

You couldn’t finish what you wanted to say, because the deep voice you’ve always adored interrupted you from worrying.

“It felt right. Everything about it felt right, love. I wish we could be like this forever.”

You almost teared up, hugging him tight, the love tie growing stronger between the two of you.

“When I’m with you, nothing else matters. Thank you for making my prom special, and cheers to our future memories together. As lovers. I mean, if you want to—”

You were the one interrupting him this time, pressing your finger on his lips and smiling softly.

“As lovers,” you repeated, and pecked his lips again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you, Na Jaemin.”

In the end, everything worked out perfectly and it was just like you imagined it, if not even more than you asked for. And by the way, you were the prom king and queen too.

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[lailoken]

You said your line of work leaves you with little money but that Magick still makes sure your needs end up met (even if it could tip some more). What kind of Magick helps one keep afloat? Are the ones you work with contributing to it as a result of them being part of your path and them wanting to ensure you can keep at it? Asking because let's just say I'm undergoing something similar and I'm not blessed with a lot of options for money accumulation and my path is going to scream at me to undergo it regardless :""") Suggestions welcomed.

I undertake workings such as Road Openings and Money Drawings when I'm in a pinch, but I mostly just petition my spirits for help.

My Spirit Kith let me know pretty explicitly that they wanted me to serve the public with my skills and knowledge, despite my own hesitations about it (of which there were many.) When the time came for me to commit myself to that work, it essentially came down to telling my Kith, 'If this is what you want from me, I will do it, but then you need to help make that possible. I will keep going down this path, so long as my needs are met.' So when it comes down to matters of necessity, I petition my court directly if I'm at all concerned. As a result, I've had many amazing privileges and blessings that have made it far more possible for me to work in the way I do. The biggest of these was probably when my husband and I decided it was time for us to have our own home, which would have been largely prohibitive due to our income. I pleaded with my spirits for help making this possible, given the unique financial position my Oaths put me in, and in the end, we were essentially gifted a house in a miraculous turn of events.

In short, if you feel that you are being put on this path by the Spirits, then I suggest you take up such matters with them and make it clear that you have earthly needs which must be met in order to carry out their wishes.

Good luck going forward!

#anonymous #ask

[ofmistandmire]

Proposed revised Trial of Roots

It was rightfully pointed out to us that our original description of the Trial of Roots bore uncomfortable similarity to the indigenous practice of Vision Quests. As such, we've come up with a new concept for the Trial, and are seeking feedback before officially updating the lore docs to make sure our community feels the issue has been appropriately resolved. Thank you again to the anon who brought the issue to our attention, as well as to those of you who suggested ways we could alter the Trial. The proposed new description is included below the cut, and we would greatly appreciate any and all comments on the concept. As always, feel free to reply, DM, or send an ask on or off anon if you would like to share your thoughts.

The last step to becoming a fully graduated Kith member is the Trial of Roots, which is designed to test one's dedication to the Kith. Once a Sapling has learned all there is to know of their Trade, their mentor will recommend them for the Trial of Roots. At this point, preparations for a Sapling’s complete Token will begin in the days leading up to the Trial. On the Eve of the Trial, there is a celebratory send off from anyone who would like to attend, before the Sapling sets out at moonhigh. Each Path has a corresponding landmark, which is considered to heighten one's connection to the Deities that oversee them, and the Sapling must travel alone to this location.  They are not permitted to speak to any other cat once the Trial has begun.

Upon arriving at their Path’s designated landmark, the Sapling is to address their patron deity directly, and must swear a vow to uphold their Path and serve the Kith, thus setting their ‘roots’ as a full member of the Kith and their chosen Trade. After this promise has been spoken, the Sapling must remain at the Trial location until sunrise, at which point they may return to camp and break their vow of silence. If a Sapling’s Trial is interrupted, they cannot reach their Trial site, they return to camp before sunrise, or their vow of silence is broken prematurely, this is considered failing the Trial and is viewed as a highly negative omen.

Once they have returned to camp, the Sapling, their mentor, the Head of their Path, and the Voice will enter the Whispering Grove to locate the seedling that was planted prior to the Sapling’s birth. Here the Sapling is to declare their Minor Deity - many report having a ‘gut feeling’ that informs which deity they would like to forge this bond with, though the choice may also be made for other reasons that may be of personal significance, such as wishing to feel close to the patron deity of a lost loved one. The Sapling’s mentor, Path Head, and the Voice will then return to camp, where they will discuss what Calling the Sapling will receive in preparation for the ceremony. Meanwhile, the Sapling bestows their seedling with a blessing corresponding to their chosen Minor Deity, much as their parents did upon planting the seedling, thus officially concluding their Trial.

After the completion of the Trial of Roots, the Calling Ceremony will take place, at which one drops the title of Sapling and receives their finished Token and Calling officially, thus earning their full name and status as a member of the Kith.

#omam-wcrp #announcements #wcrp

[the-littlest-kojin]

Writing with Shiomun: Love

I have noticed, in my time writing and reading the writing of others, a pervasive trend to conflate “love” with “romance”. I know that the best cure for this kind of misconception and conflation is education - so I am going to write about different kinds of love, using concepts I learned many years ago, derived from ancient Greek. A disclaimer: While I learned this and have done my best to research the information I am talking about, I am not an expert, and I could be incorrect - I am willing to be corrected and would love to see any material that contradicts me - I want to be educated myself, if I have misconceptions!

The types of love I am going to talk about today are Eros, Pragma, Ludus, Agape, Philia,  Philautia, Storge, and Mania.

Eros

Eros is erotic love, physical love.

Eros is the craving to have your hands on their body, their mouth on yours, entwined, close.

Eros is "I desire you as in physically."

In FFXIV, a representation of Eros is Haurchefant, towards the Warrior of Light.

“I say, be my personal steed!”

Pragma

Pragma is practical love, enduring love.

Pragma is waking up, every day, and making love work. It's the long marriage, the steady lifelong commitment.

Pragma is "I desire you in my life every day."

In FFXIV, a representation of Pragma is Ameliance, towards Fourchenault.

“Thus, did I pull them out of storage - to show you that he was not always the man who stands in vehement opposition to you now.”

Ludus

Ludus is playful love, flirtatious love.

Ludus is wanting to have fun with people, to laugh with them, play games, share experiences. 

Ludus is “I desire you have fun with me.”

In FFXIV, a representation of Ludus is Feo Ul, towards the Warrior of Light.

“Burn bright and shine as only you can. These blessings, your lovely branch will accept in your stead.”

Agape

Agape is universal love, selfless love.

It's the love for all living things by default, the abiding affection for the world because of the fact of its existence.

Agape is "I desire the world be happy."

In FFXIV, a representation of Agape is Venat, towards everybody.

“And amidst it all a people. Beacons of light and life. Laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before. They are my meaning and my purpose. My love.”

Philia

Philia is friendly love, companionly love.

It's your best friend who you'd never in a million years date but couldn't imagine your life without.

Philia is "I desire you stick around, my friend."

In FFXIV, a representation of Philia is Ardbert, towards the Warrior of Light.

“For what it's worth, I cast my lot with yours. If you need a push, I'll be right there behind you; if you lose control, I'll do my best to stop you. So─let us be about it, hero.”

Philautia

Philautia is love of the self.

It is to look inwards and see that you are as valid of love as anybody else.

It is self-compassion and self-esteem.

Philautia is "I desire that I be happy and cared for, by myself most of all."

In FFXIV, a representation of Philautia is Fray, towards the Warrior of Light.

“For I speak only for myself. If you find comfort in my words, they are yours for the taking, but that is your choice. Now and ever after, as it has always been.”

Storge

Storge is familiar love.

It is to look at your kith and kin and want them to flourish. It is gratefulness for them transposed into love.

Storge is "I desire you flourish for all you have done for me."

In FFXIV, a representation of Storge is Matoya, towards Y’shtola.

“It's good to see you again, my girl, and with your fiery spirit unquenched. But look at you - all grown up and womanly.”

Mania

Mania is crazed love, obsessed love.

It is the where things like codependency and toxic relationships live. It is also where obsession and jealousy live.

Mania is "I desire to possess you, no matter the pain."

In FFXIV, a representation of Mania is Asahi, towards Zenos.

“My lord was destined to lead us unto a glorious new age. Your light is nothing to his radiance.”

#ffxiv #writing advice #types of love #ffxiv screenshots

[donathan]

Once again. Thank you for tactical turtles. Your art is gorgeous and I study your poses to better mine. Thank you for blessing my eyes with sniper Donnie you are doing the lord’s work

THIS IS SO SWEET TYSM!!;;;; IM SO FLATTERED 💕💕💖♥️💖💖♥️💕 SENDING U KITHES

[sungbeam]

𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫

lee dokyeom x gn!reader

1.3k words, a night full of dreams and wishes, fluff, almost getting run over (?), kithes 😚, absolutely not proofread

a/n: had to finish this before i slept lol so i will sleep now

"I had a dream once," was how Lee Seokmin began the night's activities whilst sitting beside you in the grass on a hill overlooking the city below. It glittered like a sea of light, with the night sky above reflecting it through stars, fractures of light light-years away.

You tilted your head slightly in his direction, encouragement to continue. 

He braced one hand behind him to lean against it, the other resting on his bent knee. "I don't know if I should tell you just yet though."

He exploded into a fit of laughter as you deadpanned at him. "Dokyeom, you got my hopes up!" You whined playfully, gently pushing on his shoulder. "Come on; I won't judge. What is it!"

Dokyeom shook his head. "No, no," he said with a teasing smile. "You'll have to wait. Maybe I can make it come true tonight."

Well if he said it like that, how could you not be curious?

The street was empty as wind blew through your hair and your smile was wide, splitting your face from ear to ear. You gripped the bars of the scooter tightly to keep yourself balanced, bracing for impact whenever the wheels hit a small crack or bump in the asphalt. 

Dokyeom raced ahead of you, his head thrown back and his voice echoing against the buildings on either side. "Woooh! Come on, Yn! You're slow tonight!"

You scoffed and kicked your foot against the street to launch yourself faster down the road after him. "Hey! That's because you cheated and got a head start!"

"True winners can make up for their losses," he sang over his shoulder. 

"Lee Seokmin, when I catch you!"

He giggled and you thought the streetlights burned brighter at the twinkling sound. You could get drunk on that sound. "What're you gonna do to me, huh?" Perhaps you could imagine his wagging eyebrows and flushed cheeks. 

You kicked your foot against the street again like a bull. "I'm gonna murder you!"

Both yours and his laughter lit up the night as you hurtled down the street together. 

There was a fountain in the town square that was famous for granting wishes. Some said it didn't work, but most knew it worked for granting things that were "meant to be", or the small things. The fountain was no miracle worker, but every little thing counted sometimes. 

You didn't know that Dokyeom had been here too often, tossing a pretty penny into the bubbling pools, clasping his hands together as he pleaded for the fountain to grant his wish. It was his manifestation ritual of sorts. But again, you would never know that. And you might never know what he wished for each time.

The two of you stood in front of it now, side by side. You tucked your hands in the pockets of your jacket while you observed the spout of water running from tier to tier. It was made of white marble, and after so long of being subjected to pennies, the water had somehow not turned a dark brown. Some people thought fairies had blessed the water, but it was simply a portion of the lore behind the fountain. 

Dokyeom cleared his throat, hand scratching the itch on the side of his neck. "So, got a penny or two?" He grinned boyishly at you, eyes narrowed in those happy crescents of his. 

You sent him a look that made him laugh again. "You're telling me you brought me to the wishing fountain and didn't bring your own wishing money?"

"I mean… you said it, not me—yah! Don't hit me! Okay okay, I have pennies!" He lifted his hands in surrender, then dug out exactly two pennies from his pocket. "See? I was just teasing, sunshine."

You grumbled, accepting the penny from him and trying to ignore the skip of your heart. "Mhm."

Dokyeom's eyes were a-glitter again before he clasped his penny between his hands. He closed his eyes with his wish manifesting in his head. 

"What're you wishing for?" You voiced aloud after realizing you had no clue what to wish for. 

"I can't tell you, silly," he said in feigned offense. "It won't come true then."

"So secretive tonight," you teased, but obliged him and closed your eyes to make your own wish. Maybe you would never know that the two of you wished for the same thing at that moment. 

"—and Mingyu just backs out of the studio really slowly, and we're all just praying that Jihoonie hyung is in a good mood," Seokmin said to you while you quietly listened and lapped at the ice cream on your cone. He gestured vividly with his free hand, "But it's all fine, because the next thing you know, the door is shut and we hear music from under the door. I guess he just wanted some peace and quiet."

You hummed in reply. "Yeah, I guess sometimes there are things that we don't really know about the people we're close to. Even if we're, well, close to them? If that makes sense."

There had been an ice cream shop seated at the corner of two streets a few blocks back that was open until three in the morning. You and Dokyeom had dropped by to buy yourselves a couple of scoops before continuing your journey to the bridge on the other side of the city. 

It was rather warm out, but a perfect medium temperature: warm enough for ice cream but cool enough that you didn't perspire. It was perfect weather for a stroll with your best friend. 

Dokyeom glanced over at you when you made that comment, an unreadable expression on his features. "Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense."

You stopped at a streetlight and spammed the crosswalk button. There wasn't anyone out at this hour, but hitting the button had always been a habit of yours. You looked over your shoulder at him as you began stepping into the street. "Sometimes there are pieces of us that are still hidden, y'know? That's kind of the beauty of relationships and friendships—where even though we know a person, there's always more to unlock—"

"Yn!" He barked, just when you saw the blinding light and heard the roar of an engine. 

You screwed your eyes shut, braced yourself for impact. Dokyeom yanked you so hard into his chest that you nearly got whiplash. 

Once you could hear the sound of squealing tires dissipate in the distance, you realized the situation that had almost occurred. Oh god, you should've been paying attention. 

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. 

"Yn?" Dokyeom murmured softly, smoothing a hand over your hair and down your back in a soothing motion, his touch soft and delicate. "Sunshine, are you okay?"

You nodded, then slowly opened your eyes. Both of your cones and ice cream were splattered against the dark street. But Dokyeom didn't care, and neither did you, frankly. He stared down at you with a concerned pinch in his brows and you realized how close his mouth was and how warm his arm felt around you. 

"I'm okay," you said quietly, then wrapped your arms around his middle. "Thank you, Doki. For saving my life."

His hold tightened on you slightly as he tucked you beneath his chin. "I'm just glad you're okay."

You came to the ultimate epiphany that there were some things that you had to get off of your chest tonight while the moment was ripe and full of opportunity. 

You and Dokyeom continued to make your way toward the ultimate intended destination, but this time with your hands linked together and your voices conversing in quieter tones. His laugh was still as bright, but just lower and huskier, a secret sound just for you to hear. (You wondered if he had felt the racing of your heartbeat while pressed against him, or if he knew how fast his had been moving under your ear.)

The bridge sat on the other side of town and created the picturesque view of the skyline along the bay. A gentle breeze blew through your hair while you stood beside him, leaning against the railing to stare at the beautiful place you called home. 

Dokyeom nudged you with his elbow. "There's something I've been meaning to get off my chest." 

You lifted a brow in curiosity, and totally not to mask your nervousness. What was he about to say?

He turned around, leaning with his back against the railing while he stared up at the night sky. His eyes found yours for a split second and he released an exhale. "You know that feeling? When you're standing in a patch of sunlight that feels so warm and you just feel so cozy and comfortable, and you wonder why the sun doesn't feel like that all the time? Or when you realize how simple an expression like smiling is until someone in particular smiles at you and it becomes the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

"The smile?"

"That, and being smiled at." Dokyeom shook his head, a nervous laugh falling from his lips. "I'm rambling, sorry. It's just that… it's so hard to put into words—"

"How you feel about someone?" You finished, not even registering that you had completed his sentence, his thought—like you completed him. 

He found your eyes again, something like hope gleaming in them. "Yeah. Yes," he said breathlessly. "That's it." The metaphor that was impossible to write or say. Maybe it was a miracle you had known.

You bit your lip with a smile teasing the corners of your lips. "Can I say something?"

Dokyeom nodded. "Please."

"I love you." And before your fear could tear you down, you continued, "I love you in a way I can't explain, but it's as you said: that patch of sunlight and that smile you receive. You feel like… god, you feel like a drink that gets me loopy and dazed and smiley and you make me feel—things… things that I've never felt before—"

Dokyeom swooped down and pressed his lips against yours, nose brushing your cheek. He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face. "I—"

"Come back," you said breathlessly and yanked him back to your mouth, to your embrace, to your heart. 

"You should know," Seokmin murmured to you under his breath with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your waist, "that my dream came true."

The sky had rusted to a burned terracotta from the light pollution, but the view still captured your gaze. You gripped his shirt under your fingertips, drawing absent-minded shapes on the surface. "And how was it?"

You felt him smile against the crown of your head as he pressed a kiss there. "Better than I could've ever imagined."

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Divine Intervention

FLUFFY WINTER FIC JUST DROPPED. I’m halfway done with finals. Bless the lord. N e wayz, I wrote this bc I think Eddie is so bae. no warnings just love fr. Sending u kithes <3

Divine Intervention

Eddie munson x reader (a slight mention of mechanic Eddie). Same universe as my other mechanic eddie fic.

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Indiana was surprisingly cold in the winter. As soon as October came around, a chill would start to crawl down Eddie’s spine and soon enough would leave his back tight and aching. While he never complained, it kept him under the flannel and thick comforter of his bed like a super magnet.

Needless to say, Eddie wouldn’t get up for anybody.

Well, not quite anybody.

…

Max actually liked living in a small trailer with her mom. Living in that big house with Neil and Billy was far colder in the summers than it was here in the dead of winter. She settled quite nicely in her small bedroom and admired how peaceful her mom kept the place.

There was also another thing Max liked about living in the trailer park: she knew anything and everything about everyone.

You wouldn’t peg her to be much of a nosy girl but in truth, Max was a hardcore people watcher. She enjoyed silently observing her neighbor’s lives and arguments, even noticing small changes in their routines.

Max noticed when Mrs. Wilt got a new senior dog from the shelter. She noticed when the kids down the street started to feed the stray cats.

She also noticed that Eddie had been leaving his trailer much earlier than usual.

Now, being the observer she was, she knew that normally, Eddie was late for everything. He was late to the house parties at Steve’s, he was late to pick up her boyfriend and his friends, he was even late to his own campaigns.

As soon as there was even a thought of snow falling from the impossibly dark morning sky, Eddie was dressed and out of the trailer at 6:30 AM sharp.

The van starting up would wake her up, and Max would blearily look out her window at the trailer across from the window. Eddie would be out there warming up the car, brushing snow off his windshield, and sometimes running frantically back inside to grab something he probably forgot.

With a roll of her eyes, Max would roll back into bed and wait for her mom to wake her up in another half hour for school.

…

Wayne always kept the news on, especially in the afternoons. He didn’t care for the news, no, but he did care about the weather for the week.

After a small dinner between himself and his boy, Wayne sat his heavy bones down on the couch to watch some TV. Eddie grabbed two beers and a couple of papers, presumably for one of his games that Wayne didn’t quite understand, and set up camp on the small chair that accompanied the couch in their comfortably cluttered living room.

Handing Wayne an opened beer, Eddie sat down in his chair and took a swig from his own bottle, eyes trained on the TV.

“what are they sayin it’s gonna be?” He asked his uncle.

“a couple feet of snow” he groans out, and suddenly he smirks “you better head on to bed, boy”

“Fuuuuuck” Eddie gripped his forehead and leaned forward. With a breath he sat back up, barked out a quick ‘yeah I guess you’re right’  and dragged his feet to the bathroom to wash up before bed.

On the couch, where Eddie couldn’t see him -where no one could see him in fact-, Wayne couldn’t help the smile and sigh that escaped his mouth and entered the very bottle he sipped.

…

There was nothing that irritated Eddie more than his 6:00 AM alarm on a cold morning.

His body felt warm, his nose felt cold, his brain felt like a brick. And yet, Eddie dragged himself out of bed to put on his usual uniform except with an added twist: the winter coat that you had bought for him last Christmas. While Eddie thought that a bulky coat would destroy his style, it seemed like you had thought of everything, it was a true Wilson leather jacket with all the padding and insulation to get him through the arctic. Eddie knew that wasn’t true, but hell, he’d never see Michigan anytime soon much less the arctic circle. He just knew you didn’t want him to be cold, and he’d do anything for you.

Even get up at the crack of fucking dawn.

When finished his morning routine, Eddie was much more awake than before, but not anymore prepared to face the biting cold of the outside.

Still, he grabbed his keys and headed out to warm up the car and drive off.

As soon as the heat had filled the car, Eddie shifted out of park and slowly drove out of the trailer park through the newly falling snow.

…

If the roads in Hawkins were bad enough in the summertime, the wintertime felt like a deathtrap. There weren’t enough plows to keep up with the roads that weren’t frequently used such as I don’t know, most of them?

And while Eddie didn’t care for driving in the snow, he knew you were absolutely terrified.

You had your own car, you own routine and places to go, but it all seemed to slow down when there was a dusting of snow or ice on the asphalt. Once, you had called Eddie in a panic because you were stuck at school in a blizzard and couldn’t even get out of the parking lot without sliding.

Eddie laughed, he didn’t mean to, but blizzard was a gross overstatement.

Nevertheless, he drove his ass up to your college campus to save you from the dastardly dangerous terribly scary snow.

Ever since then, Eddie vowed to never let you drive in the snow again.

…

Back in the van, Eddie navigated the tight and windy roads of Hawkins to your house. Not even fifteen minutes by car, and Eddie knew he would be early like he always was.

Pulling into your driveway, which was quickly building up snow, Eddie saw that the garage was open and the lights were on. He knew enough of your family’s routine to know that both your parents were leaving for work at their usual time. Too fucking early, but their usual time regardless.

With an empty spot in the garage from the recent departure of your father, Eddie pulled into the spot and waved at your mom who was warming up her car herself. She looked over at Eddie and gave him a tired wave and smile, one that said ‘yeah hun she’s still in bed’.

Shutting off his car and tightening his abdomen, Eddie braced for, and eventually threw himself, into the cold air lingering around your garage. It wasn’t a long walk to the door which led into the coatroom, perhaps 10 steps. But these were 10 steps in which Eddie felt his back start to cramp and started walking with a hunch.

Your house was much warmer, though, which made up for the incessant and violating cold.

Taking off his boots and heavy coat, Eddie entered your house and beelined for your bedroom.

…

If Eddie was frozen before, he was entirely melted by the way you were swallowed by the seven..? He tried to count, blankets on your bed. He heart melted through his chest and in a puddle that made his socks wet with sticky and sweet love.

He could barely see your long and steady breaths from under your blanket and what he could see told him you were utterly out.

With firm steps to your bed, Eddie sat on the edge and dipped the mattress in a way that exposed your face a little further to his sight. Now, he always thought you were cute, even far before he told you for the first time, but Eddie was always hit by it the most when you were sleeping. When you would get a small furrow in your brows and cheeks would squish from the pillow supporting your face.

Cuteness aggression was an intrusive thought that Eddie used all his power to resist.

Compromising with himself, Eddie placed a firm kiss on your temple. Firm, now, meant that the kiss pushed almost your whole head a few inches into the pillow, and exposed your neck for a slight moment from the motion. Eddie used this moment to slip his hand into the crook of your neck and gently rubbed across its length.

A bit startled and groggy from sleep, you furrowed your brows and without opening your eyes, graveled out a small “hello?”

Eddie bit back a laugh and stroked upwards towards your cheek “Good morning sweetheart” and pressed an even deeper kiss to your temple.

With a small sleepy gasp, you moved from your side and onto your back and softly whined out “Eddie? Hi! G’Mornin”.

With that, Eddie laid his torso on top of yours as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, breathing in his hair and soaking in his warmth.

Eddie knew, however, that if you wanted to be on time for your 8:00 AM class, you would need to get up right about now.

“You’ve gotta get up and ready sweetheart” he spoke near your neck.

“No.”

“Come on up now” Eddie used his leverage to lift you into a seated position. Seated in a valley made by the mountains of blankets on your bed, perhaps not up, but maybe more slouched than anything.

Eddie laughed at your messy hair and slightly swollen eyes as you yawned and embraced him again in your new position. This time, with your head on his shoulder and your cheek squished into his collarbone.

“I love you so much” you squeaked out.

“I know honey” he rubbed your back “I love you too” and he kissed your hairline.

Marinating in the love, as Eddie called it, you both sat exchanging small gestures and warmth under the soft glow of your bedside lamp.

A ringing of the phone somewhere down the hallway interrupted you both and sent Eddie slowly pulling away from you padding towards the wall where he picked up the receiver.

Great news.

Eddie grinned as he blinked out the lingering exhaustion from his eyes and called the garage.

“Hey Ray… yeah bud… nah… no yeah that’s perfect I was calling to call out anyway!” Eddie barked out a laugh. They were closing the garage for the blizzard “yeah, It shouldn’t be a hard job anyway… no I’m with my girl… no worries man… stay safe I’ll see ya Monday!”

Eddie always felt a sort of divine intervention around you.

First your college campus closes due to weather, and then his garage takes a day off too.

Perfect, he smiled.

Walking back to your bed, shutting off the hallway and kitchen lights on the way, Eddie opened the door to your room and slipped inside. It was dark besides the lamp which was still on and you, well, you had fallen back under the oppression of your six, eddie finally decided, blankets.

Grabbing a pair of his sweatpants from your drawer, Eddie slipped them on in lieu of his jeans, shut off the lamp, and climbed into bed with you and your squished cheeks.

Eddie maneuvered your half asleep body next to him and caressed the back of your head until you fell back asleep with a newfound warmth next to you.

Eddie was comfortable. It was dark, it was warm, it was heavy, and you were next to him.

Divine intervention, he reminded himself. And then, like young men can’t resist, he fell deeply asleep.

…

Eddie woke up to two things. Well, three. Eddie woke up to three things.

He woke up to the soft white winter light. A morning snow kind of light beaming from the windows of your room. It was somehow one of the most loving and nostalgic scenes that he could think of. A fresh snow gleam was a sight to warm the heart.

The second thing Eddie woke up to was the heavy dip next to him on your mattress as you re-entered the bed.

The third thing Eddie woke up to was the smell of hot chocolate.

Eddie took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and stretched his arms up and out before looking up at you and the mug of hot chocolate you sported.

Your hair was still messy, your glasses were on, and you brushed the hair out of Eddies face as you traced his jaw towards the outer corner of his eye.

Eddie moved his head to slightly bite the meat of your thumb and kiss the palm of your hand.

Groaning and lifting himself to a seated position, he grabbed the mug, tugged you into his side, and thanked divine intervention once again.

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