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jacesbeloved · 2 years

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long overdue

notes: slightly 18+ pls do skip if u’re uncomfortable. also, it may seem unnecessary and long at the start but pls bear w/ me it’s cute at the end. xoxo

summary: you’re aemond’s twin sister, staying with him in the courtyard while waiting for him to finish training when a certain knight takes you around. and jace being not jealous and slightly petty abt it (i suck at summaries sorry)

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x female targaryen!reader

"Do you wish to join us, princess?"

It was a knight from House Lannister that had called your attention. Wearing his aketon, an attractive smile on his face, he extended his arm to you with a wooden sword.

You were inside of the courtyard, waiting for your brother to finish his daily sparring with Cole as it seemed that your mother hated the two of you separated. Aegon and Helaena were already too much, always separated and wandering about their own personal affairs, making it hard for Alicent to keep track of her children's doings.

"I appreciate the gesture, kind sir. But I fear sword-wielding is not my specialty."

"Fear not, I'm a great teacher." He pulls you up when you put your hand on his, a groan leaving your mouth after sitting by the stairs for what seemed to be half an hour.

He leads you to an empty section in the courtyard, first teaching you the basics and how not to get a sword pierced right through you.

It was a fun and new thing to learn, especially with your position in the kingdom. It has always been learning and learning and learning the traditions and languages repeatedly. Of course, your brother didn't have to. It was only you that your mother desperately tried to shape.

"Oh, to your side!" The knight laughs while you desperately try to dodge it, jumping to the left before the knight swipes your foot as if he had expected you to jump. You let out a loud "ow!" as your bottom hit the ground, your wooden sword falling beside you. Still, you laugh a bit to ease your embarrassment. Your awful sense of balance paying you back now.

You saw Aemond's glare at you from the side. He looks as if he's disgusted that you actually fell. You glare back at him, furrowing your eyebrows, trying to tell him that you weren't exactly taught how to fight.

Someone suddenly kicks something from beneath your head, causing you to snap immediately towards it and see a spike.

"Thankfully, you're still alive," Ser Criston suddenly interjects as he places his weapon back. The knight that was once chuckling now had a blank face. "You wouldn't be if her head hit the ground." He then turns to his fellow knight, glaring at him.

The knight purses his lips and nods meekly, helping you up gently as he apologizes. "It is not something to dwell on, ser. Ser Criston's just being protective. You know him, the sworn protector of my family." You laugh awkwardly, trying to lighten up the mood.

He speaks up again to apologize, but you silence him. Commanding the man to hold his tongue.

"If it seems that the princess would want to leave the courtyard, take a break maybe. I'm more than honored to escort her to the garden."

You ponder against his offer, thinking about whether or not a certain someone would be okay with it. You glance at your brother, who is still busy sparring, thinking for a minute.

You nod just after, a small smile coming onto your lips as you nod at his offer.

He smiles the same way, grabbing your hand as he sneaks a look towards his commanders before sneaking you out of the courtyard.

As the two of you wandered out to the garden, the knight seemed oddly aware of the shortcuts and secluded corridors that led to the open area. Various flowers greeted the both of you, birds chirping and butterflies flying around. The elder keepers trim the bushes while minding their own business.

You follow the butterfly up to the sky, only to turn your head and see Elmond, the knight from House Lannister, holding a beautiful flower. It is white on the outer parts of its petals, spiraling down to a yellow inner part.

"For the princess," he says, smiling. Pulling your hair back and placing the flower gently.

The gesture slightly caught you on edge. It felt slightly more intimate than what you had expected it to be.

"I apologize if I may have given you a different motive, Ser Elmond. I am..." You paused, not exactly knowing what to say while you stopped his hand from brushing through your hair further.

"I understand, princess. I also apologize. My actions may have been beneath me. I shouldn't have expected such," he replies, and you let go of the breath you have been holding.

He smiles sadly at you. It was evident that he had wanted to be more than mere friends, hoping to at least build your relationship bit by bit after years of liking you from afar.

The day passes by quickly as you head back to the castle. Leaving Elmond to continue his training with the other knights in the courtyard while you watch your brother finish up.

Both you and your brother go your separate ways, heading back to your separate quarters. You peek slightly to see if he's already gone before making your way to your chambers.

Finally, it was your favorite part of the day already. It was dark. The maids have already left for their own quarters within the castle, and the people in the corridors have been replaced by the assigned guards. You station yourself by your door, waiting for that specific knock that is only understandable for the both of you.

It was only when an hour had already passed that you stood up from your chair by the door. Your eyebrows knit in confusion. You two always met after dark. It would always take him a few minutes before three knocks sounded against your door and you pulled him inside. Now was different, however.

You stayed there for another hour, reading a random book from your desk to pass the time, but no knock ever came. You even try to peek out of your chamber to see if maybe he's out there, but no one was there.

"Maybe he fell asleep from his activities today," you thought to yourself. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, as he is the firstborn of his family, he had numerous duties to attend to.

The following day was a shock for you, spending the whole night thinking of him, thinking of what he might have done the whole day that tired him so much, only to wake up with flowers surrounding you. It frightened you at first, seeing the flowers scattered in vases all around your room, but it quickly faded away as you recognized them to be the same ones that Elmond had put in your hair.

You hastily get out of your bed, putting on any presentable clothing from your racks and running to the courtyard. You slept in and it was already past lunch time, so you knew that the knights and guards were in the courtyard.

The memory was still vivid: you putting down Elmond's offer, the latter acknowledging it. But you knew that the flowers meant something different.

"Princess, you're surprisingly early. Have you come to train?" Elmond muses, looking at you in amusement. His gaze was drawn down to what you were holding in your hand. You see the confusion strike his face quickly.

"Ser, I appreciate the gesture. I truly do. But I am not seeking for an attachment now. You and I have very different duties that we should focus on first. I apologize once more."

The knight's face scrunches in confusion as he cuts you off. "I'm very flattered you thought of me, princess. But, that is not me.."

"What?"

Both of you stare at each other, no one uttering a word as you try to figure out who sent you the flowers. "Have you tried asking the maids, princess?" You nod your head. "They are unaware too, Ser Elmond."

"Maybe a suitor...?" He drags out while looking at you cautiously. Your eyebrows knit together in denial.

If it weren't him, and you hadn't talked to anyone in the past few days, then there would only be one person.

"Excuse me, Ser." You nod abruptly at him, walking as quickly as you can without looking suspicious. Aemond notices you come in from the courtyard, looking at you once more in a judgemental stare. You ignore your twin, walking past him and his chambers to the floor above yours.

You knock three times impatiently, making sure of the rhythm as you knock. There was no response for a few seconds, so you took it upon yourself to open the heavy door. Thankfully, it wasn't locked.

It was empty. There wasn't anyone inside.

You slowly let yourself inside, careful not to drop anything. Although it didn't worry you, Jacaerys' room is neat. Prim and proper. All of his books and belongings were neatly arranged on his desk, and the other furniture in the room was also properly maintained. It was quite literally the opposite of yours.

You suddenly catch on to the slightly open drawer by his bedside table. You weren't really the nosey type, knowing your boundaries and all of that, but it was difficult not to peek at them. It was just a peek.

The drawer stored a piece of paper, recognizing Jace's handwriting simply from the greeting it contained. Your eyes narrow a bit as you read the content of the paper unintentionally. A different feeling rises inside of you at the letter.

"Y/N?" Someone speaks out. It was Jacaerys.

Your eyes widen, watching him come out of the bathroom wearing cream-colored thin long sleeves and pants. His hair was damp, making it obvious to you that he had just finished washing himself. When he realizes what drawer was open and what you were possibly reading, he quickly stalks over you, pushing back the open drawer.

"Jace," you say softly, looking at him with round eyes.

"I- uhh, I thought you had an appointment by the courtyard... You seemed busy.." He stammers a bit, his eyes avoiding yours. "Yesterday." He lets out underneath a sigh, but you immediately understand what he's saying.

You stood up. The taller still avoided your gaze, contrary to you, who had your eyes glued to him only.

"With Ser Elmond? Really Jace?" The sides of your lips slowly went up.

He nods. "Yeah.. Ser Elmond. Whoever he is..." You chuckle loudly at him whispering the last bit.

You wanted him to be direct with you, tell you immediately what was troubling him that resulted in him not being able to be with you the other night. Wanting to get something out of him, you boast. "He's a nice ser. He taught me how to wield a sword."

Jace pretends to not be affected by that. He was subtly clenching his jaw while his hands quickly went over his hair to ruffle it and dry it with a towel he was holding. "That's.. wonderful. I know how to wield a sword too," he mutters under his breath. Not caring anymore whether you hear him or not.

He maneuvers himself past you to sit on the edge of his bed, touching whatever he can reach from the small table beside his gigantic bed. He touched and randomly picked up whatever vials and glasses he had lying around.

"And I almost hit my head on the ground. Do you know that?" You laugh once more. Now moving freely around his room.

"Then we went to the garden afterwards. He gave me a flower-"

"I can give you a flower." He blurts out. Not intending to actually say it, he just merely thought of it in his head. He did not know that he would be actually saying it aloud.

Your eyes immediately dart at him, and you start walking over to the male as you stop right in front of him. "Were you the one that put the flowers inside of my room?"

He snaps his head towards you, his eyes slightly widening before he regains his composure. "Flowers? What- I don't know, flowers? Maybe it was your suitor, or Ser Elmond."

It was definitely him. You were positive; more than positive. The nervous look on his face combined with the way he repeated his words were all the confirmation you needed. It was then that you started to piece together everything.

The flowers, the nervousness, his absence the night before.

The letter.

"May I?" You ask ambiguously.

"May you what? Of course- I mean- Oh my lords," the young prince was caught off-guard as you pushed him to the back of his bed, his back hitting the wooden headrest as you hopped onto the soft mattress of his bed. You swing your legs over his, sitting right above his lap.

It all happened so quickly that Jacaerys didn't know what was actually happening. He blinked, and now he had you above him, wearing nothing but a simple dress with your hands on his shoulders. His face heated up as he noticed that there weren't that many layers separating the both of you from the middle.

He desperately tried to look elsewhere. Staring aggressively at the door, at the fireplace, at his desk, at the chair, everywhere just not you. But then, patience had not really been your virtue, so you pulled his face towards you. Being forced now to look at you.

The softness of your palm almost made him melt right there.

"Jacaerys Velaryon, are you jealous?"

He looks at you like you were joking. His eyebrows join together as he shakes his head. "What? Why would I be?" He chuckles sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes at him, tonguing at your cheek as you leaned forward. Letting your body rest lightly on top of his. The pressure of the foreign position brings a new sensation for the man as he lets out a deep breath.

Of course, you have had your fair share of intimate moments. The closest one to your current position was when you sat on his lap, your back facing his chest as he read you poems and such things from his books. But that only happened once. The second closest moment was when you two hugged each other. That was it.

"Do you think me and Ser Elmond would make a nice couple?" You struck a nerve there. Seeing the way Jace's face hardened and smile dropped. "Of course." He says swiftly.

"The princess should have her free will in choosing her beloved. Whomever she likes, I believe that they'd make a great pair." He further explains, his voice sounding a bit strained as he starts to feel something in him that he is desperate to resist. Not wanting to offend or disrespect you.

You tilt your head at him, waiting to lock your eyes with his. Once you did, you spoke.

"And if I like the prince Jacaerys? Would we make a great pair?"

It was as if Jace's world had stopped. His brain fails to register anything else aside from the first seven words that you have said. He stares at you further, wanting to hear it again.

"You seem to have grown silent, my prince. Let me repeat myself. Do you think we'd make a good couple?"

He swallows. "Do not play the jester with me right now, Y/N."

"Why? You tell me, what are we, Jace? Are we friends? Acquaintances? Lov-"

"We are what you want us to be." He starts. "I like you. It is much more than what you are thinking of right now. And if you want us to remain as friends, rivals, close friends, or whatever, I would respect that. Had that not been clear in my letter in the drawer?"

He stops to look at you in awe, remembering once more how he fell into your deep eyes that made him see all parts of you. Whether it be bad, or good-- or anything really. It was what made him fall for you. Way harder than he intended to. He prays to all of the gods for the next words that may leave your mouth. Wishing that it would be the one that he had hoped for.

But instead, you remain silent. He doesn't understand your response to him until he sees a genuine smile spread across your face and a happy chuckle leave your lips. You push yourself closer to him, entangling your hands with the wet, brunette locks on his head. He, too, smiles happily at this, allowing his hands to rise to your waist, where they had previously been kept behind his back

"Then maybe that's the clarification, my prince. We are a nice pair." You confirm, breaking out into giggles as the man leans forward. Hearing him whisper a soft 'May I' before he presses his lips onto yours. The softness of his lips was better than you had imagined. Remaining still on top of each other, he was the first to move.

Letting his instincts do the work, he moves his lips slowly. Testing out the waters while you wrap your arms around him tighter, letting him enter your mouth. His tongue glides inside of your mouth softly as he explores every inch of it. It wasn't aggressive or rushed. It was just so soft and intimate.

A new sense of confidence surges through the man under you, using his hands on your waist to pull you down fully onto him. Your insides jump as you feel him grow from underneath. You take your hands off of his shoulder, grabbing his hands to direct them up your waist and onto your chest. Growing even harder at the feeling.

The two of you pull away breathlessly, letting your foreheads touch as the both of you try and recover your breath.

"Gosh that was..." you trailed off.

"Long overdue." He finishes, the two of you breaking into soft giggles before the creak of his door steals both of your attention.

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imoonblaze · 9 months

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[El Tigre - Maya and the three OC) Quetzaly

🌷Quetzaly belong to @imoonblaze

🌷El Tigre and Maya and the three belong to Jorge R. Gutierrez

My new OC of both the El Tigre series and Maya and all three.

🌟Name: Quetzali

🌷Nickname: N/A

🌟Age: 16 years old

🌷Sex: Female

🌟Sexuality: Asexual/biromantic

🌷Specialty: Dancing, singing, crafts, drawing, dealing with plants.

🌟 Species: Semi-goddess / angel

🌷Height: 162cm

🌟Weight: 54kg

🌷Abilities: Alter the space around her, summon vines and flowers, sonic voice, turn her hair clips into her weapons, turn the tattoos on her back into wings to fly and take the form of a snake.

🌟Likes: cats, snakes, dancing, listening to relaxing music, simple and comfortable clothes, being in her comfort zone, chocolate, reading, making friends, making crafts (paper cutouts, stone bracelets or recycled materials, etc.), drawing, using handmade accessories, green, pink and gold colors, flowers, animation or cartoon movies, the rustic style, the smell of lavender and pine wood (these smells relax her).

🌷Dislikes: loud noises, yelling, places with too many people, physical contact for too long, clothing that can irritate her skin (she has a wheezing), getting into fights, invading her personal space, being yelled in her ear (it hurts her), horror movies, spicy food, dogs (she can't stand their barking, although she doesn't exactly hate them).

🌟Description🌟

"After Lord Mictlan was defeated by the princess of the teak and the other kingdoms that fought alongside her...before he died, a part of him fell to earth as a golden flake...from that flake, he gave birth to a young angel who wandered the mortal world until our times..."

🌷About her🌷

A demigod and angel with autism, who lives her life as an ordinary person, she loves to dance and dance so much while she enjoys being in her own world. Due to her autism, she is sensitive to sound, so she should always wear headphones that can isolate noise so as not to hurt her ears and not feel tense.

When she wants to distract herself, she always seeks to draw something that comes to mind or write a new song about it....on other occasions she simply decides to read a favorite book or a new one, others to watch movies, mostly animated or cartoon, that can relax her (she is terrified of horror movies, besides she can't stand the screams of the characters).

The best thing that she is given besides writing songs and drawing, is dancing and singing, they would be like the main most polished talents of hers.

As for combat...she has weapons, but she doesn't like to get into fights and conflicts due to the problem she has with her hearing, so she only uses them in self-defense while avoiding a confrontation and looking for a solution to get out of the problem unscathed.

#el tigre the adventures of manny rivera fanart #el tigre las aventuras de manny rivera #el tigre the adventures of manny rivera #oc #maya and the three #maya and the three oc #maya and the three fanart

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zeydaan-isabella · 2 months

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Serpent Style

Commission for Agentxy14, with story by them, Aubrey and colouring by AxiomTF

Agent needed a haircut desperately. He typically allowed himself to grow out his hair for a short while—enough to form some characteristic depth and add something nice to his silhouette—before trimming the entire mass and starting from scratch. On that occasion, however, he was three weeks overdue for his usual trim, and his hair had grown unruly in the process. The extra length was not unnoticed by Vanessa, who gave an amused noise. “That certainly makes you look cuter,” she said, peeking over her favorite recliner to comment on her ward. “Lose the beard and we could make a proper female. Or femboy.” Agent blushed very hard at that. “I don’t—I really don’t think I could manage that,” he said, trying to brush off the comment. “I just can’t find a good barber.” Vanessa twisted her body around, giving Agent her full attention. “Why can’t you use your usual?” “It closed down,” Agent explained. “I guess they just couldn’t compete in this economy. Or it was a front, I’m not entirely sure.” “Well, fortunately for you, I have a solution,” Vanessa smirked. She reached into her bottomless cleavage, pulling out a colorful business card. “Courtesy of the United Kingdom in some reality.” She handed over the card, Agent taking it delicately. He inspected it carefully. “Aubrey’s Boutique” was the name of the business, the card itself professionally constructed and crafted. Plus, a bonus! “Bring this card for 50% your first trim!” was the special offer on the back. Quite a bargain, Agent thought. “This guy’s the real deal,” Vanessa said, with uncharacteristic seriousness. She patted her own styled hair to demonstrate. “You think these gravity-defying tips are natural? Well, they are, but someone has to upkeep them.” “Neat,” Agent said. He still felt apprehensive, however. “I don’t know, though…” “Oh boy, this again…” Vanessa said. “Look, we’ve talked about you trying new things. That means new businesses. And new people.” Agent rubbed the back of his neck. “I suppose…” he said. “Okay, sure. I’ll give it a try.” … Thus he found himself outside a quaint shop in a smaller village within the mythical and fantastical realm of modern-day England. It seemed nice enough, a stout brick structure that had some history, while still keeping up with current-generation sensibilities. There were also plenty of flowers adorning the windows and side walls, making the whole area pleasantly scented. It was all so inviting. So suspicious. He opened the door cautiously, peeking inside even as he heard the tinkling of the bell above him. Agent half expected the inside to be some sort of otherworldly portal or incomprehensible architecture. But no; it was standard faire for a modest barbershop out of the beaten path. A few stools in front of mirrors, posters advertising hair-care products and the shop’s own specialties. There were quite a few knick-knacks on shelves, various artifacts that looked fancy and expensive. Various other features looked rather pricey, too; a chandelier above, made of crystal, for example. And the colors were vibrant and bright, complimenting the inviting nature of the outside with the comforting inside. “Why, hellooooo!” A voice called from around the corner, before someone stepped into view. Agent was mildly surprised to see how well-kept they were, similarly bright colors and a comfortable state of attire on them. He was slightly more surprised to see the voice and the owner of said shop was in fact an anthropomorphic snake, smiling with the air of a fond relative. Agent relaxed somewhat at the sight. Despite the fangs, it was clear this figure was no threat. “My, don’t you look lovely today,” the snake said, stepping forward to catch a closer look. “Well, don’t be shy, darling! Step on inside and we’ll have a look at you, hmm?” Agent did as instructed, walking fully inside, hearing the door shut behind him with a gentle thud and a light tinkling from the bell. He still felt uncomfortable, an affect of being somewhere new with someone equally as new. “You mussst be Agent,” the snake said, a light hiss when he said his “s” sound. He offered to take his hand, something that Agent slowly reciprocated. The snake gently clasped Agent’s hand in both of his own, before leaning in for a light kiss of greeting just atop the knuckles. “Vanessa spoke highly of you and told me you were scheduling an appointment here. My name is Aubrey, and it is a pleasssure to make your delightful acquaintance today!” “Likewise,” Agent agreed, giving a small smile. He was quite flattered at how flamboyant Aubrey was being, the snake acting as the picture of class and sophistication. He couldn’t exactly tell whether Aubrey was also subtly flirting, however; he’d have thought, after spending time with Vanessa for so long, he could figure these things out, but it was still too early to tell. He was handsome, though, he thought. Aubrey put his hands against his hips, deep in thought as he analyzed Agent’s hair. “Hmm…” he said. “Yes, with a bit of styling…Maybe a smidgen of coloration…” Eventually he snapped out of it, giving an apologetic grin. “Ah, how rude of me,” he said. “Stylist’s insight, darling. I was imagining what we could do with your glorious locksss, but I should first seek your input. Our clients come first.” “Oh, this?” Agent said, idly brushing his hair with his fingers. “I…hadn’t actually thought it out. Maybe just trim the whole thing?” “The whole thing?” Aubrey seemed distressed at the thought, and Agent lightly shrunk backwards. Aubrey wasn’t angry, though; he was merely alarmed. “To cut off the entire length is quite a drastic change, dearessst,” he explained. “Why would you go about such a decision?” “I dunno, I just…” Agent had to ponder this question. “I just don’t really do much with it…” Aubrey nodded, lost again in thought. “I see,” he said. A firmer nod, realization striking. “Before I get to work, would you care to humor me for a spell?” “I…sure,” Agent said. “See, that's what has been bothering me since you first walked in,” Aubrey said. “The walk, the hesitation. Trimming a fabulousss asset. You, my darling friend, have confidence issues, do you not?” Agent blinked at how forward this question was. “Well, yes,” he said. “Was it that obvious?” “You don’t get to be my level of mastery without learning about people deeper than they know themselves,” Aubrey chuckled. “You’re merely going with what you know and understand, fearful of the unknown. Fearful of change. When you look in the mirror, you want to see the same old you every morning.” He shook his head. “No way to live life. Carpe diem, that’s the ssspice of life, darling.” It was like Aubrey was listing off Agent’s autobiography. “Ouch,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “What would you suggest? I’ve tried a lot of things before.” “Yes, but were they your choice, or Vanessa’s?” Aubrey said. He gave a pointed glance, idly gesturing with a pair of scissors in the process. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Vanessa like a sister, she’s wonderful, but she understands nothing about personal growth and consent. I bet she just drags you out on adventures that SSSHE wants you to do. You just grow by proxy.” “I mean, you’re not wrong here,” Agent admitted, increasingly awkward about the whole affair. “How would I break away from it?” “By being given a choice of your own, and taking it,” Aubrey explained. He walked over to his stylist’s desk, flinging a set of cabinets open on one side of the mirror. He rummaged through the contents, eventually giving a pleased “aha” from his find. He pulled out a small glass vial, setting it on the desk, and then closed the cabinet. “What we have here is a potent ingredient of my own making,” Aubrey explained. “Normally I would prank Vanessa with this one, but you, my darling, could use the beneficial effects more than even she.” “You say it’s a prank?” Agent asked. He wasn’t certain how this factored into Aubrey’s plans, but he gave the snake the benefit of the doubt. “This incredible piece of alchemy is a Thimble of Twinning, imbued with my most exquisite self as the base,” Aubrey said. “I merely lather this directly into your scalp, and the ingredients sink in, changing you into myself, mind and body.” He winked. “No better shape, in my opinion; I’m simply fabulousss!” “R-right,” Agent stammered briefly. A twinning potion? No wonder Vanessa recommended this place so highly. And yet... “Why tell me all of this?” “Because I will strictly abstain from using it on you unless you explicitly ask,” Aubrey said, raising a finger; his wrist remained limp from the motion. “Remember, about making a conscious choice to embrace the unusual and grow from the experience? I will give you your requested haircut, as much as removing those gorgeous locks pains me. There will be no consequence for not doing it, of course. But should you wish to experience life as one of the most confident people out there? Experience true beauty? Have my mentality rub off on you after the fact? Merely say the words, and I will happily provide you with your sssanctuary.” Agent didn’t immediately say anything, even as Aubrey gestured to the barber’s stool. “Now then, I do believe we’ve dawdled long enough,” he explained. “Let’s begin your appointment, darling.” The nerd obediently followed his stylist’s instructions, taking a seat on the stool carefully, facing the mirror. He could see Aubrey’s reflection prepare a smock to keep the hair from falling onto his clothing, tying it around Agent’s neck. He didn’t really focus on Aubrey’s movements, however. Nor did he look at his reflection, just as awkward as he saw this morning. His vision was directed at the vial Aubrey called attention to, just sitting on the desk. Untouched. Practically calling for him. It would have been quite the change, he knew, though this wouldn’t be anything he hadn’t experienced before. Who knew how many times Agent had turned into an anthro twin of another? He certainly lost count. This didn’t even factor in how often Vanessa forcibly made herself a twin sister for the manor to have around. It was fully his choice. A conscious decision he could make could be the first step he needed to truly build confidence. To be another identity, however? It was a real Ship of Theseus situation, he supposed. If it bled into his own personality, that would certainly justify the changes, but otherwise he was just putting a bandage on top of the problem. Hiding from himself. No, not hiding. Not quite, anyway. Facing his identity head-on, perhaps. How much of himself was himself? After turning into a snake man, could he truly look at himself the same after? Aubrey had held his scissors in place, examining Agent’s hair from all angles, debating where to start. Closer to the skull, perhaps? Or should he start near the neckline, give himself some breathing room? “Wait.” Aubrey’s motions were paused. He looked into the mirror, seeing Agent’s face, resolve written all over him. Deep inside, Aubrey could tell what was about to happen. And he was proud. “I’ll take it,” Agent continued. “The vial. I’d like to experience it myself.” Aubrey looked down at his own experiment, giving a smile. “Why, certainly,” he said. “And I must say, I’m so very pleased at your decision. You’ll make a most exquisite me.” He took the vial off of the desk, removing the stopper on the glass lips. Tantalizingly, he dangled it over Agent’s head with a mischievous grin, before pouring the entire contents atop his hair. It already had felt oddly tingly on Agent’s scalp, even on the surface. The latent magic energy was certainly effective, he thought, moments before Aubrey started massaging it deeper, allowing the substance to sink in through the pores. The results were rapid, that same tingling sensation swiftly covering every square inch of Agent’s body, intensifying, tightening. It was all so...so...marvelous. As Aubrey continued to massage the elixir into his ward’s scalp, he could feel the hair between his fingers moving with ease. A reptile such as himself could not grow hair, after all, and thus Agent’s changing physiology was learning this fact in real-time. Some clumps started shrinking and reabsorbing themselves into his skull. Others began falling out entirely, softly landing on the ground and on the apron in a tidy heap. It was bittersweet, Aubrey thought. Such luxurious hair, gone. But with time, and after the transformation would end, it would grow back just as majestically as the original. For now, the snake barber watched as Agent began to shift and warp under his delicate fingertips. Scales were forming piece by piece, patches appearing in groups of two, then three, then much more, all in the same vibrant color he himself possessed. Through the mirror, he could see Agent’s mouth, and the growing fangs jutting out from beneath his lips. His face, too, was pushing forward into a pristine snake muzzle, not too short and not too long. From Agent’s perspective, new sensations were forming. His internal clock was working overtime, the curious feeling of years passing in seconds overtaking him, from twenty-eight to the mid-thirties. It didn’t fully register to Agent, however; the once-human was feeling the mental changes do their work, superimposing new memories over his old ones, dreams of being a stylist, a childhood as a snake-boy, the many guys he had pined over. This wasn’t to say that everything was being concealed, of course; Agent still had full awareness that he used to be a human male with a limp personality. The new mindset merely was a tarp over the original mentality, concealing the old traits temporarily while the new ones ran the body. And that, New Aubrey thought, was perfectly alright by him. He closed his eyes, humming to himself as Aubrey continued to massage his scalp. Truly he knew his craft, as well as all the best places to knead into for maximum pleasure. He allowed his tail to grow, pushing against his jeans until the pressure was too much, tearing through the threads with an audible ripping sound, the new appendage coiling longer and longer. He felt somewhat colder now in the room, his blood changing to match his proper species. Perhaps the air conditioner was up too high again...Fortunately there were some spare clothes in the back room, just his size. Just his style, too. A handsome snake such as himself had to look his absolute best at all times. Eventually Aubrey allowed his hands to pull away from his twin’s head, and he examined his workmanship. It was, literally and figuratively, like looking in a mirror, an exact replica of himself in the stool in front of him. The new Aubrey was smirking with mischief on the mind, preening his head slowly to the left and right, absorbing the new features. “An exquisite job as always, darling,” he said. “Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less from myself.” “It’s such a delight, knowing I’ve made another of my clientsss pleased,” the real Aubrey said with a wide smile. The original stylist stepped around the copy, taking both hands gently into his own. He helped his clone stand up, the two firing each other flirtatious glances all the while. “So, tell me,” he asked. “How do you feel?” “Better than I have ever felt,” New Aubrey said. “I feel...Well, like my old self, but better. More alive, I suppose? It’s a lot to take in, but it’s certainly nothing a pair of strikingly delightful ssspecimens can’t handle, no?” “Very true,” Aubrey laughed. He carefully untied the apron, setting it aside, all while never breaking eye contact. He certainly did an excellent job, he thought, down to the last physical detail. Of course, some more intimate details might have to be inspected later, when the boutique was closed for the night. “I’ll be sure to pass you along to Vanessa,” Aubrey continued. “Later. For now, I could use a hand styling some of my later clients, if you wish. Perhaps we could get to know each other better?” New Aubrey grinned. “That sounds like a sssplendid idea, darling,” he said. “And I can use your years of practice to speak with everyone as well. I thank you for your charitable offer.” The two laughed in stereo, pleased with the company of themselves. Two identical serpents, the pictures of grace with the attitude to match.

#zeydaan #human #transformation #mental #mind #agent #aubrey #cobra #gay #kissing #brainwashing #fletcher #barber #stylist

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plushyluke · 1 year

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Do you have any recommendations for feminine/Luke in panties fics? I saw your post and wanted to hear your faves :)

hi anon ! ofc i will recommend some fem!luke fics to you ! i only really read lashton ones, so let me know if you are interested in any other pairing. i have a few !

you're the bad boy that i always dreamed of: this one is a high school au, and it is a series written by blackcoffeeandcigarettes on ao3 (2015)

flowers in your hair (boys can't be pretty) : this one is just a classic really. it is one of the earlier fics written about luke being feminine, and it's more slow burn/on the softer side (2015)

into you : migs was the best writer on ao3 for a long time, and i would still consider the into you series the gold standard for all things feminine luke. this is an a/b/o series, and i feel that it is the only a/b/o that really captures the aesthetics perfectly. (2016-2017)

the panty dropper : maybe im a little biased. this was written by @honeyedlashton who is my best friend, buttttt the way that they write feminine luke is actually the exact thing i am looking for. housewife, fembot, bimbo, etc. (2023)

go ahead and read all of @honeyedlashton 's work

every. single. thing. written by twinkylukey.

twitch thot luke is one of her best. need i say more? (2019) as well as some playboy!luke (2018) & sugar baby!luke (2018).

let's be alone together : luke in panties and purple nail polish !! classic (2015).

my kingdom for your graces (and you can worship me too) : another migs classic. absolutely love sugar baby luke fics (2016).

baby came home : this work has been orphaned, but it is probably one of my top 3 fics of all time (2015).

i may have left some out !!

and this is a shameless self plug, but i happen to write lots and lots and lots of feminine luke. i try to write him in every scenario. i write masculine luke on occasion, but my specialty is fem princess or housewife or whatever i'm feeling. you can read about it here.

#swan recs #fanfic recs #swan writes lashton #lashton fanfics #lashton #lashton aus #lashton fic recs #fic recs #5sos #5sos fics #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #swans poet society

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mysticstarlightduck · 6 months

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I have an oc prompt/ask: It's family game night! What game(s) do(es) your ocs play and what hilarities ensue?

Thanks for the tag, @gummybugg!

Oooh this is such a cool question! Since most of my WIPs are set in medieval times, video games are out of the equation, but there are still plenty of cool (more "historic") games my characters play/used to play that fit the criteria for game night! I chose only some of my characters for this, and it was a great ask to answer!

In The Last Wrath:

The Ashiren siblings -

When Raelen and Azra were little kids they used to play pretend a lot, creating whole worlds and stories where they could be anyone (Raelen's favorite was the one where they pretended to be pirates). Sometimes, they'd get Julyan to play along with them - something both Raelen and Azra adored, because "his stories are always the best" according to them.

There was also a mageborn variation of hide and seek, which is actually very difficult compared to the one we know. It consisted of one of the siblings using magic to turn invisible, and the others trying to find them by sensing the presence of their magic, rather than seeing them, and catching them before the invisible one could sneak up on them. Azra lost often in this game and was a very sore loser lmao.

Raelen was also very good at street games, especially Deadly Bones (a dart game that was very popular in Agrannor, which involves throwing a card in the air and trying to hit it with a bone-carved dart before the card falls to the ground). Julyan has a terrible aim but insists that he will catch at least one card during their game session - he does not, lol.

House Renfelli -

Maeryn Renfelli often played chess with his daughter, Innara Renfelli, something that was not only a way for them, the Royal Family, to have fun and spend time together, but also to teach her strategy.

Innara's cousins and her often used to partake in common archery tournaments and festival games back in their home kingdom. Nefeli, Innara's oldest cousin, despite being the most lady-like of the family, loves chariot races. They're all very competitive, and Innara often figured out sneaky ways to outsmart them.

Fabian & Luciya Anynth, and their friends -

Fabian and Luciya (and by extension their friends, Willen, Sybil, and Kaden) were thieves and cons, and oftentimes, this meant they made their living by cheating on street games. Knucklebones, Betting Dice, Cups, drinking games, and knife throwing were their specialties. Fabian taught Luciya how to expertly cheat on all of those. For the thieving siblings, this was something they enjoyed a lot. One time, they got brave enough to cheat a knight of the royal guard, who was drinking in a tavern, out of 100 gold in a game of dice - the town talked about it for weeks (and never found out who did it), and Luciya still laughs about it to this day.

In Tales of Wilted Flowers:

Eiralis Coren and Kaellel Nevarth:

Eiralis was a human raised by dryads, who in Ravaryn also happen to be, for lack of a better description, avian-like faeries. This means most of Eiralis' childhood was centered around the trees of the Whispering Forests, and most of her games too.

Dryad youths often race each other in the depths of the Whispering Forests until they reach the Olden Peak (the highest area of the forest just out of the forbidden lands), but some prefer a more high-stakes version of this game, which involves collecting pouches of pollen from the thorny "laugh-roses" of the forest and trying to hit other players with them with a slingshot (like a game of paintball, but with a small fuzzy ball of pollen that'll make you laugh for three minutes). The one who reaches the peak without being hit wins. But this was a game Kaellel did not play for many years now.

Eiralis' and Kaellel's parents weren't big fans of game nights, though they did like a good match of charades and riddles.

The closest thing Eiralis and Kaellel had to "game nights", once he became Anwireh (a fae "commander" of sorts) - and became much more distant/estranged from her - was their sparring sessions, which he used to train her in sword fighting and archery.

Xarian Argyris and his mothers -

Xarian's mothers were busy merchants, but they always made sure they had time to have some game nights. Aware that Xarian had a knack for inventions, they bought many puzzles, which they would build together, and as he got older, they helped him build his own inventions as well.

The Fenrith Siblings -

Niven Fenrith was always too busy with his duties for the nobility of their kingdom - especially after becoming assistant to one of the main Councilors of the royal court. But Rylisan did have a knack for playing pranks on his other siblings, especially the younger ones, something that often escalated to chaotic prank wars, much to Niven's exasperation and their godfather's disgust. Rylisan also loved strategy games and was incredibly good at chess. The one "game" that Niven did play with them when they were younger and to this day, was on their birthdays - he would hide whatever gift it was that he got for them, and the one receiving the gift had to try and find it before midnight.

When Rylisan's parents were alive, his mother taught him how to play all kinds of card games and his father taught him runic magic through challenges and tricks.

#writing #writeblr #writers #writerblr #my wips #character writing #my characters #my writing #writers on tumblr #wip - the last wrath #wip - tales of wilted flowers

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hypaalicious · 7 months

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Terre D’Ange crossover? Like the AU Headcannons/Adept’s Court headcanons on the masterpost? Ngl I don’t know what Terre D’Ange is or what it’s about but I used to go back to read your headcannons on that bc I loved the way you described each of the characters’ placements —💕

Yep, those are the ones! I’m so honored you remembered them even tho you don’t go to the Terre d’Ange fandom LOL 🥹 But yeah, I’m pretty obsessed with the whole series and the author just released a new book in the… 12 book universe. Getting doused in that world again made me go feral idk.

Jacqueline Carey excels in historical fantasy, which usually isn’t my bag, but her way with words has GOT to be god-blessed and she drew me into her whole world of political and fantastical intrigue. But yeah, Terre d’Ange is like… fantasy France centered on a whole race of people who are straight descendants of angels. They’re all ridiculously pretty, bougie, and most importantly hold the motto of “Love as Thou Wilt”. And even more importantly, they cultivate holy prostitution LMAO!

So like… picture Jesus. Yeah, that one. Then picture that when he was nailed onto the cross, Mary Magdalene came to see him crucified and cried over him. The mixture of her tears and his blood created a half-divine man by the name of Elua.

Elua just wanted to discover the world and wander and be free, so he did. Some of god’s angels were so enamored by his spirit that they defied God and left heaven to protect him on his endless wandering. Those were:

Azza, Anael, Camael, Cassiel, Eisheth, Kushiel, Shemhazai, and Naamah.

They were known as Elua and His Companions. Each Angel has their own gift; Kushiel is the punisher god, Eisheth covers fertility and healing, Shemhazai is knowledge, etc. Naamah is the first holy whore who laid down with people who wanted her to afford coin so that Elua didn’t go hungry and had places to stay.

Eventually Elua stopped his travels when God was like “hey yo can y’all stop fuckin around on Earth and come home to Heaven the street lights are on” and Elua cut himself dramatically and said “my father’s kingdom is bloodless, yet I am not.” And the other angels (sans Cassiel) was like “yeah that’s wack I’m sticking with you Elua” and they founded Terre d’Ange before passing through a spirit gateway to the Beyond.

So that’s where Naamah’s servants in the books come from. They learn how to be top tier courtesans with different specialties that are able to sort them into one of the 12 houses of pleasure. When they earn their marque (a full back tattoo fashioned in the flower of the house that they belong to) they’re free to do as they wish. I sorted everyone I could think of in FFXV into those houses based on my obsessive knowledge and to this day I’m still surprised it fits so well LMAO.

So I wanted to do a retelling of both Kushiel’s Dart and FFXV. I still do. I absolutely do NOT have the time to try with me working on my script 😩

#also the political intrigue that Carey is so good at? would likely take me years to do #she is truly my inspiration #I highly recommend all her books #they are HEAVY to get into but very much worth it imo #I could talk for ages about them but ya know for the sake of this ask I kept it cute LMAO #anon ask

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eikitaraaaaa · 7 months

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Spooktober 2023 Devlog #7

I thought I posted yesterday, but apparently I didn't, and now I almost forgot to update again www

So, initially I only wanted to introduce two animals that have their own sprites (the other two would appear later, maybe in a CG), but today I made the other two's sprites too, so they're complete now. Although I will have to add things in the script so I can use the sprites I made wwww It's a good thing I like writing wwww

Let's introduce the animals! (((o(°▽°)o)))

First is Lala the Rabbit. She is Queen's closest friend. Very cheerful and brave, she won't hesitate to jump into a fight if someone she cares about is hurt. Don't be fooled with her cute appearance, she can send people to the hospital with her powerful punch. She is cute and she can kill you, literally …φ(。。*)

Next is, Mrs. Apple. Although she isn't married to anybody, she is still called with "Mrs." She is the mother-like figure to everyone in the kingdom. She loves gardening and baking sweets, her specialty is flower cake. It's very delicious and fragrant~ *yum*

Next is the Queen's personal assistant, Pia the Frog. He is very efficient and reliable, though he is prone to overthinking and easily worried about small, insignificant things. He always dresses nicely to be more "presentable" as Queen's assistant, but Lala thinks he is just overthinking too much about it. He is skilled in archery among other things.

And the last but not least, Mada the Pangolin. He is an apprentice in magic. Shy and introverted, he can be awkward at time, but because he is so polite and hardworking, he is always a good company to have around. He aims to be a healer so he can always help his friends.

They're the closest companions to the Queen and as I want to make this a hybrid game (visual novel with "mock" RPG), they'll fight alongside the Queen, I mean the hints are obviously up there wwwww

Still don't have backgrounds or any CGs, I plan to finish them this week and the last week will be focused on implementing the "mock" RPG. I will say it as "mock" as I might fail implementing the battle system and just make staged battle-like scene, but let's hope I can tackle it down.

#devlog #vn game #spooktober #visual novel

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corinneecrivaine · 9 months

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THE DAY YOU HEALED MY SOUL

Part 2

First steps at The Brigthly Stars Island

Queer romance Fanfiction

Main characters : Kit and Jade

Located in the heart of the crystal-clear waters of the Caribbean, The Brightly Stars Island was a hidden gem, protected by ancient mysteries. Surrounded by white Argentine sand beaches and lined with majestic coconut palms. This island paradise was a veritable sanctuary of natural beauty. The air was infused with enchantment. The sun's golden rays played with the foliage of the trees, projecting luminous flashes onto the ground, creating a bewitching dance of light. The bright, shimmering colors of the tropical flowers embellished every corner of the island, as if nature herself had decided to paint a living picture. The crystal-clear waters surrounding the island were home to dazzling marine life, with rainbow-colored fish, majestic turtles and playful dolphins that seemed to welcome visitors to their underwater kingdom.

At the heart of the island lay a lush forest where the trees seemed almost alive, whispering ancient secrets to one another.

Enchanted paths wound through the dense vegetation, leading to magical glades where fireflies danced in the night.

At dusk, the sky turned shades of gold and orange, offering a breathtaking spectacle. And when night fell, the sky's vault was adorned with thousands of twinkling stars, as if the galaxy itself had bent over this island, offering its cosmic magic.

The inhabitants of The Brightly Stars Island were renowned for their benevolence and human warmth. They were the guardians of the secrets and legends that permeated every corner of this island. Some claimed that invisible magical creatures roamed the woods, protecting the island from all evil.

Time seemed to slow down and every moment was an invitation to lose oneself in the splendor of nature and magic. The Brightly Stars Island was a place where burned hearts and souls could open up to the wonders of the world, bond with nature and heal from deep suffering.

These were the reasons Emma had always shared with Kit her wildest dream of coming to this place. Convinced that this magical island, full of mysteries and wonders, would have closed the gaping emptiness tearing at the heart and soul of her sweetheart.

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Kit woke up slowly but gently, often grumpy in the mornings, "My little grumpy darling" as Emma used to call her.

Her first night on the island was lulled by the gentle murmur of the waves caressing the beach, the chirping of the crickets and the heady scent of exotic flowers, giving her a sense of well-being and serenity she hadn't felt for too long.

Kit got up 1 hour before sunrise, showered, changed into a light outfit and headed for the restaurant where Melissa was waiting to share breakfast.

When she arrived at the restaurant, Jade's mother greeted her warmly, her radiant smile reflecting her love and joy at finding her again.

Fresh, juicy, sweet fruit and local specialties such as baked salted fish fritters, cornmeal porridge and plain milk were all on offer, creating a tantalizing picture that whetted Kit's appetite.

The place was mythical. Their restaurant was a veritable haven of peace and charm, perfectly integrated into the island's paradisiacal environment. The delicately hand-woven wicker chairs seemed to blend harmoniously into the natural setting. Their comfortable shapes and soft cushions invited you to relax and contemplate the breathtaking landscape. Under the benevolent shade of the majestic palm trees, their slender trunks formed a kind of natural canvas, gently filtering the emerging light.

Mélissa had placed candles on each of the rustic wood-scented tables, adding a subdued glow to the first light of dawn.

They sat down at a table on the beach, with a breathtaking view of the sparkling ocean and their feet in the fine sand. It was pleasant. The beach was deserted, silent except for the waves, which provided a soothing symphony. The white sand formed the restaurant's natural floor. Bare feet sank deliciously into this natural carpet, offering a unique warmth and softness.

Melissa began the discussion.

- Sorry I made you get up so early. How was your first night here? I hope the accommodation suits you.

- It didn't bother me at all. It was simply magical. The sound of the waves and the soft air gave me a serenity I haven't felt since... The apartment is perfect. Thank you so much.

Kit's heart was torn between the wonder of that first magical night on the island and the deep sorrow of not being able to share it with Emma. She remembered the tenderness of their embrace. The pain of no longer being able to experience those moments together was heartbreaking, for Emma was the person who had made every moment special and prodigious. She wished she could have been in her arms that magical night. She would have whispered in her ear the words of love she treasured in her heart. That first night brought her face to face with the reality of losing her sweetheart. For the first time since Emma's death, she allowed herself to feel the pain of this absence, while letting the magic of the island bring her a little comfort.

- I'm so glad you're feeling well. You'll see, this island has a calming power. It's a special place where nature offers comfort.

- I feel this island is a refuge for the soul. I came here to…

Whenever their eyes met, Melissa could see a fleeting glimmer of sadness in Kit's eyes. As if the memory of Emma made her vacillate between the joy and pain of the past. Melissa was a person with a loving and caring heart. She was deeply touched by Kit's suffering. As a mother, she wanted to offer her support and listen, but she also understood the importance of giving Kit the space and time he needed. She felt she needed time to open up and share her pain. When she was ready, she would be there for her.

- I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. Enjoy your stay here. Know that you're welcome in our family. We'll be with you every step of the way.

- Thank you so much for your welcome and kindness.

They exchanged a knowing smile, marking the start of a new adventure under the sign of the love of this family and the magic of the island.

- Oh, look, the show's starting.

The sunrise was a breathtaking spectacle, a veritable symphony of colors and sensations. As the darkness of night began to dissipate, the horizon blazed with a palette of warm, shimmering hues ranging from orange and gold to shades of pink and purple. The first rays of sunlight danced over the glistening ocean, melting into the horizon with infinite softness. The blue and turquoise hues of the water blended with those of the sky, creating an enchanting atmosphere.

The majestic palm trees that lined the beach seemed to be adorned in gold, their leaves shining like jewels under the rays of the rising sun. A gentle sea breeze brought with it the intoxicating scent of the ocean, filling the air with a salty, invigorating perfume. The sky was painted in increasingly intense hues, like a constantly evolving painting. The clouds, which seemed like soft touches of paint on the celestial canvas, were transformed into a gradation of striking colors, adding even more magic to this marvelous spectacle.

The seabirds awoke, launching their joyful songs into the morning air. Their silhouettes stood out against the sky, adding a touch of life and movement to this enchanting backdrop.

As the sun continued its slow ascent, the whole island seemed to light up with a golden glow. Nature gradually awoke, offering a harmonious concert of sounds and colors.

Time seemed suspended, where the soul felt connected to the pure, eternal beauty of nature. This spectacle was a reminder of the beauty and magic that permeated the island, bringing hope to every wondering heart.

The golden rays caressed Kit's skin. She longed to realize this dream with Emma. Yet, in this timeless moment, she could feel her presence. Their love could transcend time and space. She knew Emma's dreams would live on in her. She imagined her beside her, contemplating this wonderful moment.

Suddenly Kit saw a small fishing boat sailing in the distance. She remembered one of the legends Emma had told her. That of a magical lighthouse that lit up the darkest nights of sailors lost at sea. She used to say that this lighthouse was the brightest star on the island, guiding dreamers to their deepest wishes.

Kit's gaze fell on the horizon, where the sun was just rising. She knew that Emma was now that star shining in the night of her heart, bringing her courage and hope. Her heart filled with love and memories, Kit murmured softly to herself, "You're right, my sweet, this island really is a magical place. I know you would have loved these colors, this light. I know you're here, somewhere in this immensity. I feel your presence in every breeze that caresses my face, in every ray of sunshine that warms my heart. You'll always be by my side, in every step I take on this enchanted earth and in my whole life."

Kit let herself be carried away by emotion, tears glistening in her eyes. She felt a deep connection with Emma, as if their souls were bound for eternity. She continued to contemplate the sunrise. She felt an inner strength growing within her, drawn from the love she had shared with her Beloved. Her memory would shine in her heart forever.

- I'm so sorry. It's the emotion. It's... so beautiful.

She apologized to Melissa for her tears.

- My young child, don't be. You're allowed to cry. Let yourself be carried away by the magic of the island, let it guide you to the path of your healing.

Kit smiled.

Jade appeared in the distance, accompanied by her sister Scorpia. Kit discreetly wiped away her tears. The words exchanged would remain between them. A silent act of respect and trust from Melissa for the girl's privacy.

They sat down.

- This is my sister, Scorpia. She works in the kitchen and will be the future manager.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Scorpia, tall and slender, carried an obvious assurance, a sharp, empathetic gaze. Her husky voice sounded like a melody both mysterious and fascinating. Her red hair, pulled back in a neat braid, added to her straight, confident look. Yet what lay behind this outward appearance was a caring, compassionate soul.

Both sisters discerned Kit's delicate gesture, the fleeting sweep of her tears. Like their mother, they remained silent about what they had observed, but looked at each other briefly.

While breakfast was going on in a warm atmosphere, Scorpia fixed Kit with her piercing gaze. She spoke in an authoritative voice, revealing the self-confidence she had inherited from her father.

- So, you're joining our family team.

Kit sensed the intensity of the question in the young woman's eyes and voice. She understood that this opportunity was not just a job, but an invitation to join the family legacy. The elder of the two sisters wanted to see if Kit was ready to get involved.

- I'm honored to be part of your team.

Scorpia watched Kit attentively, analyzing every word, every expression. After a brief moment of silence, her face softened slightly.

- Welcome. Working with us means being part of a family where everyone gives their best.

Scorpia's determined character was evident in every word she spoke. She was uncompromising when it came to the family business.

Jade, sensing the intensity of the conversation, decided to bring a note of gentleness to it. She turned her attention to Kit, a benevolent smile lighting up her face.

- What my sister means is that for us, it's more than just a job. It's our way of sharing our passion for cooking and creating special moments for all the people who come here.

Her voice was soft and soothing, contrasting with her sister's commanding assurance. Jade had always had this natural ability to bring comfort and empathy to those around her. She continued, enthusiastically.

- Every dish we serve has a history, a tradition, and we truly believe in the importance of transmitting these values through our meals and, of course, the cocktails you'll be serving.

Kit felt her heart warm at Jade's words. She appreciated the way she managed to strike a balance between her sister's assurance and her own gentleness.

She imagined Emma sitting at that table, sharing that breakfast with them, laughing and chatting with the same sweetness and authenticity they displayed. It was a painfully beautiful vision, an alternate reality Kit would have loved to experience. She would have loved to hear Emma's sweet voice mingle with that of Jade, Scorpia and their mother. She wished this family could have known her. She could almost feel her presence, imagining shared smiles, tender gestures. She knew that if Emma had had the chance to meet this family, she would have been immediately welcomed with affection for her gentle, loving nature.

Despite this deep desire, reality could not be altered. Emma was gone, but her impact on her life and her heart remained, the imprint that guided her and urged her to honor her memory.

As the conversation continued, the waves gently caressing the shore and the sun illuminating their little corner of paradise, Melissa, in her gentle voice, interrupted the moment. She stood up with Scorpia.

- My darlings, it's time for both of us to welcome my husband back from his morning fishing trip.

Her tone expressed a combination of respect for family tradition and pride in her husband's work.

Jade, who had remained seated, turned her gaze to Kit.

- My father has always been very attached to the sea and fishing. He likes to share what he brings in with us and the restaurant's customers. It's a tradition that goes back generations.

Jade's admiration and respect for her father was evident in her voice.

While Scorpia, her mother and Kael gathered near the shore, Kit watched the horizon. Alone with Jade, she felt her gaze imbued with a touching benevolence. Yet this attention made her uneasy. In the depths of her soul, she knew she wasn't ready to open her heart again, to let a new person into her life.

All those intense moments shared with Emma were still far too present, every laugh, every caress, every word. She didn't want to replace her. She neither wanted nor could erase this history with a new romance. Her complex emotions showed in her eyes as she met Jade's gaze. She offered him a shy smile that couldn't hide her bruised heart.

Jade understood, her gaze soft and compassionate. She wouldn't press Kit, wouldn't try to break down the barriers she'd erected. She would let time do its work, trusting that hearts would heal at their own pace, aided by the magic of the island.

The scene seemed suspended in a delicate balance between past and future, between pain and healing.

As Jade watched Kit intently, she intuitively sensed the pain that lay within her. However, she didn't insist, respecting Kit's need to keep certain emotions private. She chose to share a magical moment linked to the island.

- This island has a unique way of touching our hearts. It offers a refuge for our emotions. I think everyone finds a haven for their soul here.

Kit noticed the similarity between Jade's words and Emma's, as if the two women shared the same vision of The Brightly Stars Island and its healing power.

The young girl smiled softly, touched by Jade's wisdom. Their eyes met in a silent communion of shared emotions.

As the sun bathed the island in its golden light and the waves continued their dance, Kit knew she wasn't ready to love, but perhaps she could begin to heal.

Jade rose gracefully to her feet, her smile as warm as ever and her presence soothing. She'd promised Kit she'd go shopping with her. An offer that showed her willingness to be there for her without rushing her.

- If you're ready, Let’s go shopping. On the way, I could show you a few places. This will give you a chance to familiarize yourself with the island. I could also help you get settled.

Her soft voice reflected genuine sincerity. She wanted Kit to feel at ease as she acclimatized to this new environment.

The young girl was touched by Jade's kindness. She took the gesture as an invitation to share a moment together.

Kit stood up, guided by her budding friendship with Jade. Together, the two women made their way to the famous colored ladybug, ready to explore the island and share this moment that heralded a new beginning.

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jessica-writes22 · 2 years

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7, 9 & 20 for Lyssa and Kian for the ship ask game :)

Heyy thanks so much for the ask!

Answering for this ship game

7. Who is the more romantic one?

Probably Kian, he is a hopeless flirt lol. He loves to do little romantic gestures like setting up dates, gifts, etc

9. Baths or showers together? Do they like elaborate ones with bubbles and flower petals?

Yes 100% they have baths and showers together

For baths they do bubbles because Fraya gifted them a shit ton of specialty bubble bath from her kingdom so they figured they might as well use it.

20. What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

Lyssa tends to take Kians shirts and hoodies while Kian takes her scrunchies (and sometimes hoodies)

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jacobsclass · 1 month

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Artist Discussion: Alexa Brost

Artist: Lynne Bellchamber

Background: Lynne Bellchamber is an artist from Woking, Berkshire, United Kingdom. She attended Brighton University, where she studied Fine Arts and later graduated with her degree in 1998. Despite success after graduating, Lynne faced some personal discouragement and dissatisfaction with her chosen field of study, and took a 15 year hiatus from painting before making a remarkable return in the 2010s. Her painting specialty focuses on whimsical forest fairies and mythical woodland elements. Lynne also creates personal commissions for people based on imagery sent to her, however I feel her own original expression is where her artistic nature really shines.

Work + Accomplishments: As previously mentioned, Lynne’s work is focused on magical and mythical woodland life and creatures, mainly acrylic paint on canvas medium. Her work was featured in 7 different exhibitions and galleries throughout Berkshire, and upon her return from her 15 year hiatus, Lynne won the First Prize Award for the Wokingham Art Society’s Your Choice Award in 2014. She has a few other notable achievements, including (but not limited too) :

Art Foundation end of year exhibition where she sold every single one of her pieces

Resident Artist at V & A Traynor Fine Art Gallery, Binfield

Exhibiting at Gabriel Fine Art Gallery, London Waterloo

Choice + Relation to “Fall Into Color”: I chose Lynne Bellchamber and her work for my artist discussion because I believe her work directly relates to our “Fall Into Color” project. When I see her work, she uses color to dramatically emphasize and represent natural elements, while incorporating a sense of whimsy, light and magic. The perspective feels so innocent and childlike, bringing to view the beautiful details in the simplicity around us, such as leaves, firefly light, flowers, dewdrops and mushrooms. The colors used, as well as the application and delivery of her approach suggest whimsey, magic and an innocent feeling of childhood wonder. Overall I think they are very colorful, tasteful and beautiful.

Website: https://www.lynnebellchamberfineart.co.uk/

Questions:

In what ways does Lynne Bellchambers use of color, light/shadow and texture help convey her artwork and the emotions represented within? What do you believe those emotions are?

What story/stories do you believe are being told through her artwork? Do you think her selected color palettes reflect the message of each painting?

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 3 months

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A Cake for Luigi

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Hey everyone, I hope you guys are interested in a little Luiasy fluff! Luigi and Daisy were my first ship ever!

I just apologize that this fanfic is a bit bare bones and isn't as detailed as my other fanfics. This fanfic was originally the outline of a picture book that I wanted to send to Nintendo....Yeah, I know I was dreaming too big.

And I apologize if my first Luiasy fanfic isn't that exciting. I do got another Luiasy fanfic that has more meat on the bones but I had writer's block and didn't finish this.

I hope you guys enjoy this short fic though. Thanks for reading!

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Princess Peach was hard at work making a cake for Mario, the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom. Peach's toadstool servants helped out with mixing, and Princess Daisy watched from a distance.

Daisy watched as Peach cooked the cake at the right temperature, not at all burnt. And Princess Peach also piped perfect pink frosting.

Mario was delighted to see Princess Peach made him another cake, but he insisted he needed to cut back on the cake. So Mario, the toadstool servants, and even Daisy got a slice of cake.

Everyone went to heaven from the taste of Peach’s cake. But even though Daisy enjoyed the cake, she felt something was missing.

"Your cake is wonderful, Peach," said Daisy.

"Thank you very much, Daisy," said Peach.

Luigi ran over while everyone ate, looking urgent.

"Mario!!!!" He cried.

Luigi told Mario they had to go back to work because of an emergency, but at the same time, he was a bit jealous.

"Wha??? Everyone is eating cake!" Luigi cried.

Daisy gave Luigi a sympathetic look.

"You're right. We should head back to work. Thank you everyone, for the wonderful cake," Mario said.

Mario grabbed Luigi by the hand and dragged him away. Luigi gave poochy dog eyes for cake.

"Well, I suppose I could make some more cake." Princess Peach said. "But first, we must attend to the garden."

The garden was Daisy's specialty. Along with the toadstool servants, Daisy named the flowers, watered them, and gave them delicious plant food.

She even taught the toadstool people how to tame a Piranha Plant.

After Daisy and the others finished, they sat and enjoyed the beautiful flower gardens while drinking tea.

Then Daisy had an idea.

"Peach, can you teach me how to bake a cake?" Daisy asked.

"Why Daisy?" Peach asked.

'"Because Luigi is a hero too," Daisy said. "And I want to make a cake for him."

Princess Peach thought that was such an excellent idea. She asked her little kitchen helpers for help again.

They decided the cake would have light yellow frosting and be decorated with plenty of frosting flowers.

"I should do most of the work," Daisy said as she grabbed the bowl and the whisk.

Princess Peach and the Toads were a little worried, but they let Daisy work on the cake.

Daisy knew what to do, though. She watched Peach a bunch of times.

She measured flour and sugar, broke some eggs, and mixed the batter.

Of course, Daisy wasn't as experienced as Peach.

Daisy tried to make the batter as smooth as possible, and then it was time to put the cake in the oven.

Daisy was a bit confused by the Mushroom Kingdom oven, though.

There was a red mushroom button, a green mushroom button, and a blue mushroom button.

"Um, Daisy," Princess Peach said.

"I got it!" Daisy said in determination.

She placed the cake in the oven and pressed the red, green, and blue buttons all at once.

Peach and the Toads were relieved to see the oven worked normally, and Princess Daisy felt accomplished.

And then the oven started popping. Multi-colored mushrooms and fireworks popped out, and the stove was shaking.

Daisy tried to stop it, but Princess Peach said it was best not to touch a roaring oven.

The oven made its last round of fireworks and mushrooms until it finally stopped.

Princess Peach thought they should get a firefighter or mechanic, but Daisy grabbed her oven mitts and quickly opened the oven.

Daisy, Peach, and the others noticed the three layers of cake seemed just fine.

While Daisy waited for the cake to cool, she agreed to clean up the kitchen, and the toads joined in.

Daisy was ready to smother the cake layers with yellow buttercream. It seemed like the easiest part.

But the cake was a bit soft and squishy. It was hard to spread frosting.

But Daisy kept going.

The yellow cake was a bit lop-sided and floppy, not like Peach's cakes.

"I just need to add the flowers," Daisy said.

So Daisy added lovely white flowers to the cake. When she finished, the cake looked a bit sloppy, not exactly a masterpiece.

"You did well, Daisy," Peach said.

Daisy slumped in defeat. "I didn't do so well!" Daisy cried. "Luigi wouldn't eat a cake like this!"

Just then, Luigi sniffed. "Is that more cake?" He said.

"Luigi!!!" Daisy cried.

Daisy tried to hide the cake, but it was too late.

Luigi was soaking wet and tired after all that plumbing work. "I am starving," Luigi said. "I would love to eat that cake."

Daisy couldn't tell Luigi to eat such a cake, but Luigi took a fork, and Daisy closed her eyes as he took a bite.

"This is delicious!" Luigi said.

"Huh?" Daisy cried.

"Daisy made it," Princess Peach said.

"Really?" Luigi was surprised.

Daisy blushed. "Yes…" She said. "I made it for you, Luigi."

"Wow!" Luigi said as he ate more bites of cake.

"It was fun," Daisy said. "But I think I am better at gardening rather than cake baking."

Luigi smiled. "I would love to check out your garden as soon as I finish this yummy cake."

"Sure thing Luigi!" Daisy cried. "You're the best!"

#luiasy #my writing #my fanfiction #short fic

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chaoticlatexknight · 8 months

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Floralia Alternate: Will and Lexxy

Relevant Posts: Lexxy, Farrow

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- - Will 2021 - -

Will 2021 is very similar to Will 2023, the major difference being that one would end up in Floralia while the other would not. The two had similar lives growing up and even went down similar paths. Another notable difference is that this Will met his Sam early, but not as early as Will 2015. This would lead to Will 2021 becoming acquainted with Ellen the Wayward and becoming one of her students. Of note is that this Will's aptitude is Alchemy with his specialty being Necromancy. He still works closely with the fire devil Faustus, however. Naturally this Will also has a similar personality to Will 2023 with only slight differences.

Unbeknownst to Will, Ellen seemed to be aware of certain events occurring at his home. She even seems to know of Floralia, but has not spoken of so yet... that is until Will was taken to the realm in question. She even had a special mage's suit ready to go for him...

- - Floralia and Lexxy - -

In the distant past, Lexxy was a nameless Durlexx Golem created by High Magi Zursine, with the purpose of capturing people for the vile magi. Someone under Zursine's command seemed to have found a way to Will's world, but something went wrong. The base of operations was abandoned in haste and a single golem was left behind. It spent a great deal of time mindlessly wandering around, with no purpose or objective. Then one day someone entered the cave in which the golem resided... and what else was it supposed to do? Capturing Will had some side effects it would seem. Something about Will's essence altered the nature of the golem's being, giving it thought and personality.

Now Durlexxy "Lexxy" Golumms is a new entity, and a confused one at that. She has no idea what they are or what their purpose is. What she does know is that she scared their... Father? Creator? Master? She'll get back to you on that one. Either way, she freaked out Will and wanted to make it up to him, somehow. She seems to be a cheerful, inquisitive sort of person. Polite and courteous, with a dash of helpfulness and intellect. Of course this is just the start of her personality. It will take some time for Lexxy's character to fully develop given how new she is. She does seem to have some magical potential, but what that is has yet to be seen. Perhaps something could happen if she was to hold someone inside of her...

In regards to her gender, she does not have one in a traditional sense. Due to her name and voice, most have elected to use female pronouns for her. She is completely okay with this and fully accepts them. To be fair, Lexxy has shown female mannerisms. This may stem from a unique entity derived from Will's conscience that manifests as a female.

Floralia is a realm that one cannot reach merely by traveling to a location. It is a magical realm that connects itself to other realms through all sorts of strange and arcane means. Strange flowers have been appearing all around Will's home, so that may help a bit. Legend says that Floralia was once a realm connected to Asgard, as there many signs of Norse culture all over the place there. Either way, there is a great deal that can be learned and gained from the realm. It is steeped in magic and mystery, with much to explore and see. If Lexxy is to learn and grow, perhaps Floralia Forest would be the best place for her to start. Or maybe the Verboten mountains to the north? As treacherous as they seem, many secrets also lie within them.

No matter what she chooses, it would be best to stay away from the wastelands of Castellum. In ages past it was a mighty, thriving kingdom. These days it is nothing but a no man's land, filled with death and ruin. Bandits, monstrosities, and undead warriors wander the land to no end. Casting a shadow over the land is the loathsome Demon Tower of Castellum. No one sane or rational dares to enter the tower, lest they suffer fates worse than death.

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