#ivy azure

[arogaba]

Nina and the BC contestants!

Violet by @nikatyler

Azure by @poisonfireleafs

Ivy by @melien

Eliza by @amixofpixels

Simon by @cas-sims

Morgan by @dragonplumbobs

#violet higgins #azure renwick #ivy lund #eliza rivers #simon sulfur #morgan farthing #sims 3 #swift bc

[lonesome-ocean]

11 pm at the Jade & Cherry household

#begging everybody to pay at least a little bit of attention to this it took me so fucking long #i know my oc art doesn't typically get many notes but ;w; #oc art #my art #illustration #ocs #azure #elliot #jade #cherry #andie #ivy #torie #reed

[vixlenxe]

Chanko nabe... the best most filling stew he could think to fix. Estinien did ask for something hearty, after all. He had been working on it for the better part of the evening, sweating out of his makeup so much that he finally decided that it was best to simply remove it altogether. The sisters knew, and no one else seemed to know the difference, so with that done, some tea, and a bottle of sake in case the dragoon cared for spirits, Sakura had presented it all to them in one of his larger lounges.

"I also was able to make the little balm bee tea cakes as well... so I call it a day well done!"

"Sakura. You worked yourself into a sweat." Well, that was the nature of adoring the kitchen, but both Tiffanie & Ivy knew when it's gone a little too far when his makeup was gone. "You should sit down first."

"Estinien grab the princess some pillows, will you?"

He's not even arguing with being ordered around like a servant in this case, he's just shrugging before going to find something cushy for Sakura to sit on.

#akumanoken #tiffanie quenderlain; ic [warrior of darkness] #ivy quenderlain; ic [warrior of light] #estinien; ic [azure dragoon] #(sakura trying to be a caretaker but it just gets flipped on him akjjsnkdsfnj)

[lonesome-arts]

oc-tober day 10: OC x dating sim/visual novel using this prompt list

#oc tober #oc tober 2023 #oc art #azure #ivy #torie #andie

[witch-hazels-musings]

Chivalry  

warning: princess!reader, knight!character (slight AU* Prince and Princess) | sfw | age mention: 23 (Reader) | angst* (due to different social statuses, reader confinement/isolation, reader is kidnapped & rescued (bound, eyes covered, put in a small box), kaeya is beaten T.T), comfort* (happy ending yayayay) | forbidden love | pre-relationship | kissing! 

Knight!Kaeya x fm reader | anthology (Albedo, Jean - coming soon)

You hung your head low, avoided the piercing eyes of the nosey, curious bystanders who happened to be around every time you were. Your life was placed on a pedestal, cast in a light so bright you wanted to shed your skin and melt away. 

To the kingdom you were its ‘gift from the heavens’. A miracle, a good omen. A precious gem whose luster should never be tarnished. And for that you were locked away. 

You were more like a prisoner than a princess. Albeit a gilded one. 

You were already trapped but as you walked to the grand hall with an escort of polished maids, you were headed to suffocation. 

-- 

“Sir Kaeya Alberich, do you vow to fulfil your duty of protecting the Princess no matter the stakes.” You watched as the King, your father, towered above the blue-haired knight who knelt before him. You hardly paid attention. Instead, you put on your practiced face while your mind ran through the fields of the kingdom you’d never see. Something moved to your right. Automatically you straightened your back and lifted your head at the feeling of your mothers sharp eyes. 

“My vow is my seal, your majesty,” the knight spoke. His hand moving to his chest but he didn’t raise his head. 

“You are not originally a ward of my kingdom, for this reason I see fit to mark  any failure as punishable by death.” 

His statement hung heavy in the hall. Murmurs from nobles passed around ivy decorated pillars, gasps rose in front of golden dishes holding food no-one touched. Your chest tightened; why would anyway agree to those terms. One person couldn’t possibly be that important. You frowned and hoped your mother didn’t notice. 

“I understand,” the knight said and you fought back an expression of disgust. 

“So be it,” the King snapped his fingers and the room stilled. You rose from the cushioned chair beside the Queen while a maid fussed with your long, elegant dress. “Rise, Sir Alberich.” 

Kaeya Alberich lifted off his knees and you took him in for the first time. His complexion was tanned, he had waist-length hair that was tied off to the side, the ponytail falling over his left shoulder in waves of cobalt and azure. His armor of silver reflected the dangling crystals that hung about the gold-lined windows in the hall. Over his right eye was a black eyepatch that was shrouded by his bangs. Kaeya was, without a doubt, handsome, and you found the juxtaposition of his hue against the narrow, red rug beneath him striking. 

The knight made eye contact with you so you looked at your hands. 

The King called for you to stand at his side. As trained, you moved like fluid to reach him, made sure your expression was serene like the paintings of your likeness lining the castle walls. “From henceforth, you will be the sword, the shield, the protector of our kingdoms greatest asset. Should harm befall her, so too shall it you.” 

“I will guard her with every breath,” he affirmed with a nod but when he lifted it just enough to look your way, you swore he winked at you.

The room erupted in polite applause. You felt the hand of your mother against your back as she glided down from her seat as if to display her love for her daughter. You, however, looked on and did your best not to cry. 

-- 

After the ceremony ended, you were escorted back to your bedchambers with one extra in tow. Your new personal knight walked silently behind the entourage of attendants. His armor clinging and echoing in the hall was the only indication he was even there. 

The labyrinth between the main castle and your hidden quarters made the already oppressive atmosphere thicker. Your gown was thin but you felt weighted down by it. 

“Wait here,” the head maid instructed your new guardian before she closed the door in his face and assisted you with changing. Your mother had instructed them to never keep you in the same clothes for long. There were days you’d have on upwards to nine different outfits just to satisfy her. The Queen’s own personal doll. 

When they were finished, you were wearing a flowing gown that spilled out behind you when you walked. It showed bits of your back, which you hated, and had strands of translucent fabric coming off your chest connecting to golden bracelets around your wrists. It was a hue of your least favorite color. You looked at your reflection and tried to be happy.

The head maid shooed the others to other duties while she took it upon herself to let the patient knight back in. 

“You are not allowed to be close to the princess,” she barked as he stepped into the room; too far for her liking. Kaeya looked down at her which made her fluff up like a mother hen. If there was anymore more protective than Lila, you didn’t want to know. 

“It’s alright, Lila, I’m sure he was vetted thoroughly. Were you not?” You appeared from behind a tall, viridian green divider that had carved scenes of landscapes you’d seen only in picture books. The shoes one of the maids tied to your feet clacked against the marble floors, drawing the knight and your maid’s attention. Sir Alberich took you in for so long you had to cross your arms and cough to get him to answer you. 

“I can assure you I will bring no harm to the Princess,” he answered, more to Lila than to you but his focus never left you. Suddenly, he bowed for a proper introduction, “Kaeya Alberich, pleased to make your acquaintance. As professed prior, I will ensure your safety or my life take me.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Please, I’m not worth that level of commitment.” 

“Princess!” Lila screamed as she rushed over to you. She took your hand and smacked it, “do not say such things,” she hit your fingers again making the tips sting. “I will not hear it! What would your mothe-” 

You watched as Sir Alberich snatched Lila’s wrist before it could fall one more time. The action stole your breath and made both you and your maid stumble. 

“Ah-ah, this won’t do,” he tisked, a gentle smile on his lips even though the eye you could see said something different. “I can’t let you continue with such violent actions. If you wish to hit someone, I will take her place,” Sir Alberich offered his hand by placing it above your own. Lila, understandably frustrated and taken aback released you before taking several steps away. 

“I-I will check on your mid-day meal ,my lady,” she huffed, adjusting her skirt as she stumbled toward the door.

“None for me?” He called to her but she was already gone. “How cruel,” he chuckled, turning his attention to your warm fingers. Using a gentle touch, he lifted them. One palm above and below and soon the heat started to fade into a cool, localized chill. 

“How’s that?” He asked. You were painfully aware how close he was to you. A shiver ran up your arms. 

“F-fine.” You’d never met someone who could manipulate the elements like this. Of course you’d heard of vision users, but no one you’d come into contact with held one. If they did, it was kept a secret. 

“Delightful,” he hummed as he looked at you. “Mm, that’s better,” he said as he removed one of his hands so he could see your fingers. He had gloves on but you could still feel the warmth of his palm. 

“T-Thank you, Sir Alberich.” Pulling your hand to your chest, you tried to hide the way it trembled. When was the last time a man touched you? 

“Kaeya,” he corrected, catching you off guard. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“Call me Kaeya, Princess,” he explained, emphasizing a little too sweetly on the title you had. The corner of his mouth lifted higher the more uncomfortable you became. 

“I ... That would be improper. B-Besides,” you shook your head, taking another step back not noticing you were nearing the shallow steps that led further into your bedroom. “I barely know you.” 

“Hmm, that may be true,” he said taking a step toward you. Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment. “A compromise then.” 

“... compromise?” 

“In public you can address me however you’d like. Sir Alberich, Sir Knight, my loyal protector,” he teased, playfulness written all over his face. He chuckled and your cheeks grew warm, “but in private, call me, Kaeya.” 

“I couldn’t --” you stammered, moving backward as he approached. It was strange, you didn’t feel threatened but you somehow knew it was dangerous to let him get closer. 

“It seems we are in private right now, Princess,” he noted, scanning the room. “Come on, give it a try.” 

“Sir - Sir Alb-” you put out your hand as you fell backward, tripping over the steps you forgot existed. Unsurprisingly, he caught you. His hand wrapped expertly around your arm, the other pressed against your lower back as he pulled you away from danger. When you were stable, he let you stand on your own. 

“What were you saying?” He smirked, not letting you escape even though he technically wasn’t holding you hostage. 

Your fingers dug into the fabric about your chest. Your heart was pounding and you felt light-headed. Nervous, you scanned the room but found it was only you and your knight. 

“K-Kaeya,” you mumbled. Saying his name felt like a violation of etiquette. It made your ears ring but when you stole a peek at him, your world shifted color. 

Kaeya reached for your hand, his thumb brushed over your fingers, the fingers he had protected moments ago. “My Princess,” he whispered above them before placing a kiss to the tips of your nails. He lingered there for what felt like forever. You found it hard to breathe. “There, easier than you expected, hmm?” 

He rose to his full height and you pulled your hand away. The sound of rushing footsteps, no doubt belonging to your head maid, echoed just outside the hall. 

“If y-you’ll excuse me,” you stammered and practically ran to the washroom praying, for once, someone would give you five minutes of privacy. 

--

Day’s turned into weeks, weeks into months, and you and Kaeya settled into an easy rhythm. Or as easy as it could be. Most of your days were boring. You weren’t allowed to wander around the castle without permission. Even going to the private library had to be passed through channel after channel. You thought getting a personal guard would make it easier for you to live a ‘normal’ life; what a lie that turned out to be. 

You hated the rules, hated the expectations; so, naturally, a person born without them would find this secluded lifestyle miserable - Kaeya never complained. Not once did you see him huff or roll his eyes at the state of your life. Instead, he moved about it with ease. Made jokes and had fun even if you found it difficult. He seemed to even have fun with you. The days didn’t seem so lonely with him around.

Maybe whatever duty he had before being whisked away to be your knight was tedious or dreadful - this, probably, seemed like a walk in the park. 

Nothing bad ever happened save for an accidental cut when being fitted for a new dress, of which twenty new ones were on their way, or a burn from eating something too hot. Otherwise there were rumored threats that came your way. Threats you weren’t aware of until your father dished out hoards of the kingdoms wealth on a suitable protector for you. Kaeya was not the first knight you were given in your life. 

Once, you stumbled on one of the ‘so-called’ letters when you were waiting for your mother to finish getting ready. It was sticking out of the edge of her journal. Your heart was racing as you read it, not because of the contents, more for being caught with something you weren’t supposed to see. 

Your parents shielded you from every possible threat but they couldn’t understand how that level of protection harmed you mentally. Their obsession with your safety had turned into chains, their promises of a good life were rose-tinted and flimsy. They wanted a child so badly, but they forgot why the moment you were born. 

Slowly, you pulled your attention away from the book in your lap. You’d read the story multiple times, ran your fingers over the pages that had been stolen so you wouldn’t be hurt by the scenes that played out on them. You tried to imagine what the characters went through, what occurred during their forced time-skip. Your ideas changed over the years until you realized it didn’t matter anyway. 

Gazing through the thick, crystal glass in your conservatory, you watched sheets of water glide over the other side. You reached out and touch it but felt only cold. Around you the aroma of exotic flowers filled the space, forgotten food lay untouched on a silver tray. There were ample places for you to sit, but you always chose the one closest to the windows. Maybe one day you’d finally break through them. 

“Princess,” Kaeya’s voice interrupted your thoughts. When you twisted to look at him he froze in the doorway. His brows bunched up, eyes narrowed as he made his way toward you. With ease he sat in the empty space in front of you. The long day bed creaked at his weight, you moved your legs to avoid touching him. 

Kaeya pulled off his glove. 

Your gaze grew distant. 

Kaeya cupped your cheek and slowly brushed away your tears. 

You faded away. 

And while you slept beside him, he looked through the distorted glass as his bare fingers brushed through your well-kept hair. 

--

On the night of the new moon, everything changed. 

You awoke to find yourself tied up and alone, headed to a place you didn’t know. The threats that were just rumors had finally come to fruition. While the kingdom slept, infiltrators acted their plan. 

You overheard their conversations through the bindings they tied around your head. Bleeding arguments seeped through the wrappings you were sure had torn out chunks of your hair. For a while you thought it was a dream until rough hands picked you up and threw you against splintering wood. Whoever they were, they were in a hurry. 

“L-Lock it already!” One stuttered, their tone tense and anxious. 

“I’m trying,” another said and soon you heard the sound of a lock falling in place. Lifting up, you rammed your head into the celling and fell back down with a heavy thud. Were you in some kind of crate? You stretched but couldn’t extend your legs completely. If your hands weren’t tied behind your back you might be able to feel around. For now you’d do your best to loosen the bindings. 

“-- money --!” 

“Hahah, we’re --- good for ---” 

“--- keep her who knows --- much - make -” 

Straining to hear, you picked up even less of their conversation than before. From what you could gather, they just wanted to hold you long enough to get a hefty ransom. You hoped that’s all they wanted. At some point you began to shiver the longer the cart you were in rocked back and forth. 

“-- that?” The cart slowed causing you to roll into the side of your small enclosure. 

“huh?” 

“-- hear th-- AH!” Horrible cries erupted around you. The world outside was so foreign to you that every nightmarish thought you ever had ran through your mind. Their screams grew louder, more guttural, until they stopped as soon as they started. 

Tossing in the small space, you wondered if you should make noise or not. If these thieves were attacked by other thieves, would they search the cart only to find you? Would they look over whatever container you were in and let you die alone and afraid. You struggled against your bindings - if it was another threat, having your hands ready might give you the edge you needed. 

The cart jostled violently. The creak of a door sounded more like metal bending by enormous force. The lock you heard earlier strained against something before shattering. You scratched up your arms but managed to free your hands. Shifting to your back, you prepared your legs and hands for a fight. 

A gust of chilly night air hit you and you launched forward hopeful you were attacking whatever had come to steal your life. Strong hands grabbed you so you thrashed against them. 

“GET OFF! LET GO OF ME!” You shouted in the darkness until something ripped the binding off and you could see the face of your attacker. 

Kaeya’s face appeared in the shade of the night sky. His complexion looked wrong, unlike him, there was panic in his eyes that didn’t ease even when you said his name. You relaxed, looked past him and saw an arm extended in the dirt.

With expert strength, Kaeya scooped you up. His body shaking as he held you to his chest, as he walked away from the cart so you couldn’t see what he had done to those who stole you from him, as his hand pressed against the back of your head. Your feet dangled over the musty earth while your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“You’re alright,” he breathed against into your hair. Repeated the words until they became nothing but mumbling noise. 

“You came for me,” you said and tightened your grip. 

“You thought that I wouldn’t?” His question had the cadence of a joke but his trembling voice betrayed him. Carefully he set you on the ground and began to look you over. His jaw clenched when he saw the state of your wrists, his eye turned a shade darker when he noticed the cut on your cheek. 

“They’re just small injuries, that’s it,” you tried to reassure him but that didn’t seem to work. He was raging, you could tell. 

Tenderly, you brushed the hair on his brow. You meant to comfort him but instead you did something else. Kaeya pushed you back until you bumped into the sturdy tree-trunk. His fingers snagged your wrist before brining it to his lips so he could kiss the bruises starting to form. 

“... kaeya ...!” you pushed against him, confused and overwhelmed by the sensation. He had been touchy with you before. A wandering hand at your back, a playful shake of your head as he held your chin when you didn’t listen, sat a bit too close while you were working on something, but this. Never this.

Kaeya grabbed your other wrist. Bounced back and forth with his affections while you slid further down the tree. 

It was difficult to breathe. Why was he doing this? 

“ ... sir ... sir ka-” 

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded, appearing in front of your face so fast your head bounced back, startled. “Not yet,” Kaeya leaned in and kissed you, his hands holding your own to his chest while he pushed into your lips with his. You felt dizzy, heart fluttered.

When he finally pulled back you were gasping. It was so hard to focus on anything but him. 

“I serve you --” he whispered above your lips, the caress of them as he spoke tickled and made you shiver. “Tell me to stop.” A shock went down your spine. Looking at his face you noticed how his gaze was locked on your lips. “Tell me -” he pleaded, desperate, desire dripping of him. You knew what to say, knew what was expected but knowing the feel of his lips made your will distorted. 

“d-- s-stop --” the words bubbled on your lips. You heard them but it didn’t sound like you; that wasn’t what you thought you’d say. Kaeya moved closer only to pull back moments later. You stumbled at the absence of him and tried to catch your breath. 

Kaeya, jaw clenching, ran his hands through his hair before turning his back to you. For a moment, the two of you were silent. Composing yourselves with whatever strength you had. 

“We aren’t far from the castle.” He eventually said, voice back to normal. The honeyed tone covering each word. “We need to return now before the King sends out his whole army.” He turned, extending his hand toward you. “Can you walk?” 

“ ... yes.” 

“Ready when you are,” he said and you took his hand even though it was torturous to your heart. What did his actions really mean -- and how could either of you go back now that you knew what the other tasted like?

The two of you returned you to the castle in the early morning but the comfort of the stone walls soon turned into a nightmare as royal guards ripped the two of you apart and drug Kaeya to be reprimanded while you struggled in vain to stop them. 

-- 

Your mother held your bruised wrist so tightly you swore it would break all the while you’d be forced to watch as several guards beat Kaeya. You weren’t supposed to be here, you’d broken every rule to fight your way to him but he - he was worth it. 

“STOP!” You shouted, clawing at your mothers wrist, tearing beads and jewels off her sleeve. “FATHER STOP THIS!” Lila, tears in her eyes, rushed toward you to try and pull you back through the door you burst through moments ago. 

She was conflicted by rules and love, “Princess, you mus’nt.” 

“He didn’t hurt me. FATHER PLEASE!” 

Your heart was shattering, you felt weak and strong at the same time. Like a caged animal who sees the light of freedom, you shook against the hands that held you back. 

“Mother, please --” you gazed up at the Queen whose expression was twisted. She was the only one powerful enough to stop the king but in the twenty-three years you’d known her, she never once went against him. “Mom, look at me please,” she did, the corner of her eyes glistening, “If you care for me at all -- please.” 

You could hear the sounds of every contact, every brutal landing against Kaeya. He never made a noise. 

Torn, conflicted, your mother’s grip eased which gave you the chance to make a break for it. Without thinking, with cries and screams chasing after you, you ran toward the man who gave you his life so you could give him yours. 

Shoving past the guards as they swung, one of their blunted weapons made contact with your shoulder but you didn’t care. Kaeya’s eyes went wide. You threw your arms out toward him. He did the same and caught you and brought you below him, shielding you from the blows that followed. 

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!” Your fathers voice echoed, causing you to tighten your grip around your knights neck. He pressed his bloodied palm against your back and lifted his head. You peeked to look at him only for your your blood run cold at the expression on Kaeya’s face. 

His eyepatch had fallen off. You could see the sharpness of his eyes. One rich in royal blue while the other a paler white, an old scar slowly turning red from a cut at his hairline. He had a split lip and another cut against his nose. You bit back a sob at the sate of him while everyone else took several steps back. 

“Release my daughter,” the King rumbled, stealing a sword from one of the guards. 

“She came to me,” Kaeya bit back, aura growing darker at the sight of the weapon. 

“Daughter.” 

“I won’t leave.” 

“Enough of this! Do as I say or I will --” 

“Will what?!” Everything boiled up at once. The floodgates opened and you let them flow, “Keep me in a cage for the rest of my life?” You adjusted so you could look at the royal family, at the guards who were unsure what to do, at the maid who raised you hiding behind her hands, but wherever you looked, you never let go of him, “My life is already one of a prisoner. Do what you want with it! I was certainly never the owner of it - so take it! Take my life!” 

“Hu-husband,” your mother took a tentative step toward your father but he shook her hand away. 

You continued even though your throat was tight, even though your arms trembled and you could feel the sticky , sickly heat of Kaeya’s blood seep into your gown, “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it is - I will be obedient but, please, let Kaeya go.” 

Everyone fell silent, even Kaeya who’s breathing was ragged in your ear. He opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted. 

“Why would I do that?” The King asked, knuckles turning whiter the longer he held onto his sword. 

You choked down a sob, “Because I love him.” 

The truth was a weight off your chest but would it make a difference? A princess falling for a knight -- there was no precedent for it. 

“You - love - him?” Your father swallowed every word. 

“I do, father.” 

The king scoffed but before he could lift his sword, your mothers palm pressed against his chest, “what about you, knight?” 

Kaeya, without warning, moved to stand and you helped him by pressing your hands against his chest being careful not to touch the bruises he had. Fear and worry gripped you - what was he doing?

He wrapped his arm around your back and held you too him while he crafted a sword out of frost in his other. He panted, wheezed and spat out blood from his mouth but through it all his chin remained lifted. 

“Give me nothing but her love and I will revel in it for the remainder of my days.” 

“You love my daughter?” 

“With every breath.” 

You couldn’t stop the tears as they cascaded down your cheeks. You thought it when he kissed you in the dark, hoped it meant what you wanted, but hearing him say it ---

Desperate, you looked toward your mother. 

The Queen stepped between the King and the two of you, her eyes softer than they’d ever been. For a moment you recalled the warmth of those eyes as if her arms were holding you once again. 

“Sir Alberich, you are herby unbound from your duty. The vows you once took are dissolved.” She held up her hand, her husband held his tongue. “For your service, and the rescue of our only he- for the rescue of my beloved daughter, I will grant you one request. Whatever that may be.” 

Kaeya dissolved his weapon, you adjusted under his arm to keep him steady. He was let go of his vows. Relieved, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Kaeya looked at you then back to the Queen and the supportive, if not by force, King. 

“You will grant me anything I wish?” Kaeya confirmed and the Queen nodded. Grabbing your hand, he took a step forward, “Release her.” He said with determination as he pulled you in front of him. 

You twisted, shocked at his request, “Kaeya --?” Confusion washing over your face, he didn’t hesitate to explain himself. 

“Ah, you haven’t realized it yet,” he mused as his thumb ran across you the cut on your cheek, “all your life you’ve been viewed as something to be won, a commodity, but that’s not what you are. I do not want you caged, bound like some trophy to put on the shelf. I will have you, Princess, but by your choice alone.” Searching his eyes, you landed on every bruise, cut, and scrape he accrued for your sake. “Let her live, that is my wish,” he doubled-down as he gazed at you the way you always wished someone would. 

Kaeya saw you --- 

“Granted,” your mother’s voice broke and when you looked toward her you saw her crying. All the fear of losing her daughter was finally outweighed with the understanding that holding her with bars of protection had nearly done just that. “Whether you wish to keep or throw away your title, I will - I will support you, whatever you wish to be. We will be here,” she expressed through her tears. 

You never knew the bite of real shackles but you swore your arms and legs felt lighter at her words. 

You were free. Free.

Stepping toward Kaeya, you made your commitment, “you say it is my choice,” you repeated with a glistening, cheek-straining smile, “but, I believe, Sir Alberich, you must know the choice was never my own. Certainly, my heart would surely break if it didn’t belong to you.” 

Kaeya leaned toward your lips, “I thought we agreed on Kaeya, hmm?” 

“You’re right, Kaeya.” 

“That’s better,” he hummed as his lips pressed against yours and you were filled with the overpowering taste of iron and utter devotion. 

--

The story is your own - however you want to have it

Just remember to live

Live to the fullest 

The both of you --

You, and your beloved Knight, Kaeya Alberich. 

#hazel works #genshin impact #genshin x female reader #x fm reader #genshin impact x fm reader #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya x female reader #genshin kaeya x fm reader

[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is! 

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place! 

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish 

Fish

Bass

Bream 

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone 

Apricot

Barley 

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain 

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening 

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc. 

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright 

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce 

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #? #Im tempted to use these in the au #some characters deserve some more fun names hehe #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors #warriors names #warriors naming #warriors prefixes

[musingmelsuinesmelancholy]

Some things I’ve been thinking about. At times being an American trad witch is incredibly frustrating and at others it’s absolutely exhilarating, rewarding. Reconnecting with my ancestral ( primarily french and scottish ) lore, magical practices, witchcraft etc has and will continue to inform my practice but I’ll never be a “french” witch. I’ll never be a “scottish” witch. I can find a lone hawthorn or a sacred tree guarding a hidden spring to tie the cloutie to, I can divine via a snail’s mucus trail, Fly to the Sabbath to meet The Abbess, heed the Dame Blanches, pluck the golden bloom with songs to St Columba, safeguard me and mine via silver, spring water and juniper. Yet there’s many things I’ll never know or be able to do. Whether that’s because these things are so tied to the land or a specific place, language barriers, ( working to overcome this one ) or due to the ( well warranted) gate keeping of lore and practices.

This used to be a source of great confusion for me. I think because I was afraid( due to my previous new age fuckwittery ) to experiment, do anything other than what I understood as “traditional”. My understanding being too rigid at the time; the pendulum swung from one end of the spectrum to the other. This delayed my progress and “froze” me. I was left wondering what an “American” trad craft would look like; most our books do come from a European POV. Learning of our own magical traditions as well as those of my Canadian family ( still working on that one haha ) helped. Reading Robin Kimmere helped. Reading Schulke, him being an American and writing on American plants, helped too. I’ve come to know Sugar Maple and Plantain as powerful spirits. Both teaching important lessons on how to rectify my ancestors mistakes, to foster relations with the First Peoples and how to incorporate the magic of this land into my craft. Rather than being frustrated by my being American I see it as a challenge now. I get to explore spirits, plants, places, animals, spiritual/physical ecologies ( is even really a difference between these?) completely unknown to my ancestors. I get to reconcile the old and the new. To learn from Spirit Direct. Tradition isn’t the worship of ashes, it’s the preservation of Fire. New wood must be added to keep The Fire burning. The Devil of this land certainly is a spirit of the unknown.

I am the land, the land is me.

I don’t own it, to it I owe all.

To it my body will return, the tithe paid.

I’m not rolling hills of heather, white chalk cliffs, the monk’s island nor the azure coast. The memories of these places echo distantly in my blood, sung alive by my ancestors shades. Part of me they’ll always be; yet it’s not who I am. Not what I am.

I’m craggy shores, dull-jade waves bearing down upon the tired rocks. I am musky pine forests veiled in mist. Sun-venerating oaks hugging the shoreline. Bleeding alders in damp ground swelling. Proud maples sustaining generation upon generation with their boiled blood. Death-grey clay, exposed by running spring.

I am the kudzu, the itching moth, the knotweed, the Norway maple, the ivy wrecking havoc upon the land. My surname and light skin proof of a genocide ongoing. I am my ancestors sins; the specter of the Old Growth forests, their grief hanging over the land like a fog. Every interaction with The Land tinged with sadness, loss.

I am my maternal side’s copper curls. Melusine’s pride. Ave Landry! Ave Gauthier! Forebears mine.

I am my paternal side’s grief. The end result of decades of cultural warfare. The Jesuits stole our name….my hair will not be cut.

Never will I libate these glacier carved valleys with booze.

I am the plantain, learning a kinder way. The sumac reclaiming the orchard.

My Februarys, my Marches aren’t snow drops and daffodils peaking through the frozen ground. They’re steely skies and walls of sleet. Bloodroot heralds winters wane; not Brigid’s flower.

My June isn’t fields of poppies, it’s seas of crimson staghorn blooms skyward reaching.

My augusts aren’t golden shafts of wheat, swaying in summer’s last breaths; they’re explosions of neon-violet and honey-yellow. Corn ripening on the vine, supporting the climbing bean. The cicadas song reverberating.

Old Michaelmas marks harvest’s end, October potatoes long buried in soils darkness finally exhumed. The Devil his Rosy Briar to ascend and plunge.

With Novembers first snows the Dead come in.

I’ll never process around a standing stone nor know what it is to live and eat off the land my dead lay in. Finally, I’m learning to be at peace with this. To love and know the land I live on. I’ll always be a stranger here, a guest. I hope to be a good one.

#folk magic #tradcraft #traditional witchcraft #witch #folklore #magic #magick #traditional craft #witchcraft #occult #animism #animist #animistic #animists #witches #indigenous #reparations #Michaelmas #native plants #invasive plants #ancesters #ancestry #ancestral veneration #American witch #American witchcraft #Daniel schulke #traditional American witchcraft #American traditional witchcraft #Corrine Boyer #poetry

[randonauticrap]

The First Dark Morning

Pairing ~ Silvio Ricci x Reader

Word Count ~ 586

Author's Note ~ This was both painful and healing to write, and I honestly loved every second of it. Thank you SO so much my darling @jozhenji for this lovely request! This is "The first dark morning, pitch black where there once was sunlight". I hope you enjoy!

Warnings ~ Mentions of depression, negative-self talk

You were no stranger to the darkness. It twined its way around your heart like the creeping vines of ivy and stuffed you full of hemlock to choke on in your solemn silence. Your prince knew this too, staring down at you in rare, observant quiet, as you faked sleep, an internal plea to be left alone. His azure eyes flicked up to the window where the breeze slipped through the silken curtain like a spirit come to collect its acquaintance. It was still dark; the first morning of darkness at the lateness of the hour. “Of all the mornings,” he muttered under his breath, cursing the sun for failing to rise when you needed it the most. 

He knew that leaving you alone on a morning like this would only encourage the thorns further into your retreating heart, so instead he prodded one of the guards at the door to the room you shared and instructed him to wake the chef. He listed off every single food his mind’s eye remembered you enjoying, and he tried his best to bury the desperate urge to buy every jewel in the kingdom to make you happy; he learned long ago that it never helped. But desperation and panic never failed to rise in his heart at the thought that he couldn’t make you happy; that he might not ever make you happy again. The plunge his thoughts took into the dark abyss followed little logic, and ignored his pleas to see reason, going so far as to accuse him of being the source of your despondency. But… what if they were right? Being the lover of royalty was difficult enough, but the lover of a man like Silvio? 

He curled up quietly in a chair on the other side of the room, as if putting distance between you would allow a shred of light to reach you in your eclipse. But swiftly cooling sheets beside you must have taken their toll at last, and you rolled onto your back; slowly, bringing bundles of covers on your journey. You were furled so perfectly into the sheets that Silvio’s lip twitched upwards nearly on command, unable to fall any further into the dark with your precious face keeping him firmly planted in his third story bedroom. Your gentle gaze fell upon his shadow in the corner of the room and your eyebrows knit together in watery displeasure. “Silvio?” you called, your voice weak, barely there. But he heard, and his body moved before his mind, frantic to reach you, to pull you into his arms and keep you there until you smiled again.

By the time his feeble sense of awareness caught up with his surroundings, he was stroking your hair gently while you pressed your face into his chest, burrowing close like an abandoned animal. “Don’t leave me.” you mumbled into his skin, the tickle of your moving lips against his exposed torso sending a shooting pang of warmth to his heart. 

“Never.” Silvio muttered back, tucking his nose into your hair and breathing you in, his grip on your body pulling you tighter; closer; warmer. “I’m never gonna leave ya.”

“You promise?” you whispered, turning your head up to meet his eyes. There were shimmering constellations in your stare, and he smiled sadly down at you, raising his hand to cup your tear-stained cheek and wipe away the stray shooting stars. He nodded, more sure of his next utterance than any word he had ever said before. 

“Promise.”  

🎃

Tags for the Lovelies: @rhodolitesroseforclavis @aquagirl1978 @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady @maries-gallery @veervers @nightghoul381 @itsjudesfault @xbalayage

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen series #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #silvio ricci fluff #otome game #otome #ikepri fall fic #ikemen prince fall fic

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic (and Meat) Recs 60

I'M BACK! I had a lovely time on PTO! I went home, visited with family, visited with the cattle, celebrated my birthday, attended a banquet, got a wicked sharp meat cleaver (very excited about this), visited a new arboretum, saw birds, took pictures of birds, and survived the solar eclipse! All and all, a good time all around :) Got some reading done too, so there are fic recs from what I read last week and this week on this list. Also, a meat 101 lesson at the end, USDA beef quality grades edition!

The Brothers Wayne by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. An update to the Bruce and Wade Wilson are brothers fic. Some family bonding between the brothers, the only way siblings know how. Beating the shit out of each other :)

Fresh Wounds (Still Cut Deep) by Inkwell1013 - Batfam, complete. A fic inspired by this art from sully-s. Alfred taking care of a newly orphaned Bruce and having no clue what he's doing (except his best).

dead man's party by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, wip. An update to Jason sees ghosts fic (while being haunted by Martha Wayne)

Patroclus by widow_account - Superbat, complete. I shrieked when I saw this fic was completed! I need to go back and reread it again in it's completed glory. Clark is kidnapped and sent to War World to fight. Bruce saves him. Much feels are involved too.

They Also Serve by Ginevra_Benci - Batfam, complete. Alfred wakes up to a surprise, Bruce kidnapping adopting a small angry child (Dick).

Precedent by Cdephiki - Batfam, complete. Damian joins the family early AU! The second fic in the series. This story is about Jason joining the family.

Padam by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. More of college Clark at a gay club. Bruce Wayne has entered the chat :)

Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. More of eldritch Bruce and alien Clark! A plan is in the making to infiltrate Cadmus. Jason and Dick visit Ivy to ask for help

Unreasonable Love by elizabethgee - Superbat, wip. Bruce and Clark start dating and it is found out by the media. This wouldn't be too much of a problem except the fact that this awakens something in Clark's Kryptonian brain and he gets a little possessive protective of his mate boyfriend :)

shiftwork by TheResurrectionist - Bruce Wayne, complete. A neat fic from an outsider's point of view! Bruce visits one of Wanye Enterprise's worksites.

Oh Can't You See What Love Has Done (What it's Doing to Me?) by dio_icaurtica - Superbat, complete. A fic inspired by this post from frownyalfred!

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, Batfam, Superfam, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Tim and Bruce are recovering from their injuries.

Azure Catching the Moonlight by RenaiRin - Superbat, wip. Superman gets hit with some pink kryptonite. Be sure to read the tags! :D

Show Me How to Lie (You're Getting Better All The Time) by BookwormByNight - Superbat, wip. A Superman from an other universe shows up in the watchtower. He doesn't want to leave and takes a special interest in Bruce for some reason :)

Bruce Doing Mundane Things by aesthetic_pleasure - Superbat, wip. Exactly what it says in the title. Bruce does mundane things and Clark enjoys watching him do them.

Happy reading!

And now, as promised above:

BEEF QUALITY GRADING 101!

Since I live in the USA, my experience with beef quality grading is with the USDA standards. But, most of these rules (kinda) apply to other countries, they might just have different standards of what carcasses make it into what quality grades (for fun, look up USDA beef marbling cards and then Japanese beef quality grading cards. Marbling that would be acceptable for high quality beef in the US would be considered lower quality in Japan!)

What are USDA beef quality grades? Have you ever been in the grocery store, looked at a package of beef steaks (ribeye, sirloin, strip loin, filets, etc.) and saw a sticker on the package that said "USDA PRIME" or "USDA CHOICE"? That's the beef's quality grade! It determines the worth of the carcass. That, in combination with the Yield Grade (how much sellable meat can a processor/retailer/etc. can get off the carcass) gives you the overall price of the carcass.

There are two major factors that go into determining the quality grade of a carcass, the marbling and the maturity. Marbling is the intramuscular fat (fat inside of the muscle). Since marbling contributes to flavor and tenderness, more marbling is better! Below are the USDA marbling standards for beef carcasses:

The other factor is the maturity of the carcass. This is determined by looking at the ossification (cartilage turning into bone) of the dorsal processes (the long spiny fingers along the back bone) along the spine of the carcass. Look at the cartilage caps in the green boxes in the picture below:

The one on the far left is very white. If you were to scratch it with your fingernail, it would feel smooth. This would be considered an young carcass, or "A" maturity. The more those caps fill with bone, the older the carcass. The one on the far right has those caps completely filled with bone, so that would be considered and older carcasses, or "D" maturity. When a carcass passes into "C" maturity (like the one in the middle), that carcass can no longer be graded in to the higher priced quality grades (USDA Standard to Prime).

The maturity matters because as the animal gets older, they develop more connective tissue in the muscles. This decreases the tenderness of the meat, and consumers don't want to pay more money for tough meat. This is also why meat coming out of the middle of the carcass (along the back, so ribeye and loin) are more expensive. Those muscles have less connective tissue, so they are more tender. The tenderloin (Impress your friends by calling it by it's scientific name, psoas major!) is the most tender muscle on the carcass, so that's why it tends to be the most expensive.

Below is a chart showing what maturities and marbling scores are needed to reach what quality grade. For example, a carcass with "B" maturity and "Modest" marbling would be graded as USDA Choice.

USDA Prime is the highest quality grade a carcass can receive (well, actually USDA High Prime, but I can go more into how that's determined if someone asks about it). The lowest qualty grade you see in a retail store would be USDA Standard. The USDA Commercal, Utility, Cutter, and in the verrrrryyyy tiny corner in the bottom right is Canner. These grades are given to older animals, like old cows and bulls. USDA Commercial might be sold whole muscle (boneless) in restaurants after it has been enhanced (pumped with water, salt, sugar brine to make the meat more flavorful and tender). Otherwise, these carcasses that are lower quality grades are ground up for ground beef! Nothing more tender than ground beef! They can also get canned for canned beef. I have had many delicious meals of beef and noodles from canned beef from my family's herd 😋

As I mentioned before, this quality grade, along with the yield grade, determines the price of the carcass. If you want to check those out, click the link below:

USDA AMS daily beef reports

The report for beef carcass price per hundred weight is the second link down, called "Beef Carcass Price Equivalent Index Value". The USDA Agricultural Marketing Service always has these reports and they are always updating them each day. You will see price fluctuations throughout the year. I looks like for April 12th, the most valuable carcass for that day is a carcass that grades USDA Prime, with a Yield Grade of 1-3, and a hcw (hot carcass weight) of 600-900 lbs. A carcass that hit those standards will get you $297.92 per hundred weight (every 100 lbs, you get that much amount of money). So, a 800 lb carcass that is USDA Prime, Yield Grade 3 is worth $2383.36. This would be considered very rare though. Most carcasses in the US are grading USDA Choice, Yield Grades 1-3.

Anyway! I hope you enjoyed that Beef Grading 101! If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask! I love discussing this!

#weekly fic recs #fic rec list #fic rec #fic recs #fanfic recs #fanfiction recs #fanfiction reccomendations #superbat #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #superman #clark kent #USDA beef quality grading #I used to judge the carcass shows of a lot of county fairs in the state i grew up in while in college #plus i was on and coached my university's meats judging team #so i got to talk about beef quality a lot #and do a lot of beef quality grading #:)

[burningvelvet]

in honor of valentine's day, some poetry from the shelleys —

the manuscript and transcription of percy shelley's unfinished poem to mary shelley titled to mary:

as copied and edited by mary herself and published in his posthumous poems (1824):

"O Mary dear, that you were here

With your brown eyes bright and clear.

And your sweet voice, like a bird

Singing love to its lone mate

In the ivy bower disconsolate;

Voice the sweetest ever heard!

And your brow more . . .

Than the . . . sky

Of this azure Italy.

Mary dear, come to me soon,

I am not well whilst thou art far;

As sunset to the sphered moon,

As twilight to the western star,

Thou, beloved, art to me."

mary's poem "sadly borne across the waves":

"Tempo e' piu di Morire

lo ho tardato piu ch' i non vorrei

Sadly borne across the waves

Hark! a voice from many graves,

Whispers - Come!

We for thee too long have waited,

Haste, before thou art belated,

To our home!

And the voice of my life's Lord,

Voice heard soon & aye adored,

Cries still — Come!

Canst thou stay, my gentle Bride,

I no longer at thy side, In our home?

Dark was this wild world to thee,

Till I, in youthful extasy,

Cried — Come! Come!

Gladly we together fled

And across the sea we sped

To our home. Tender love & constancy

Formed our nuptial revelry

And welcome.

Ah! those days too quickly flew,

Till, enforced, I bade adieu

To our home.

Storm & Ocean bore me here,

Thou remainest, Mary dear,

Yet. Ah! Come!

Life is but a sickly dream,

Swiftly cross the turbid stream

To my home.

Never more will human love

Woes requite which thou must prove,

Why not come?

Never more in forest sweet

Will be built a fair retreat

For thy home."

mary's poem "fair italy! still shines thy sun as bright":

"Fair Italy! Still shines thy sun as bright

As when it shed love, hope, & joy on me!

But thy fair fields enfold the sacred clay.

The mortal part of the too early dead:

Beside his lowly bed I long to rest."

sources: b&w lifesized copy w/ transcription are my photos of the bodelian fascimile book; colored images via digital bodelian. mary shelley's poems from the complete poems by mary shelley, delphi classics.

#percy bysshe shelley #percy shelley #mary shelley #frankenstein #to mary #love poems #love poetry #love #romantic #romanticism #the romantics #romantics #literature #english literature #history #poetry #poems #manuscripts #posthumous poems #aesthetic #academia #dark academia #romantic academia #shelley #the geneva squad #italy #valentine's day

[arogaba]

There were certainly some interesting reactions to the thief getting caught...

#eliza rivers #azure renwick #violet higgins #nina swift #ivy lund #sims 3 #swift bc

[lonesome-ocean]

cold weather

#my art #ocs #azure #ivy #andie #illustration #oc art

[vixlenxe]

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the blinding light that whited her previously black vision... the second was the Twelve awful ache that coursed her entire being. It felt like fire, it felt like getting hit in the head with a rock, it felt like getting spilt open from the inside. It was so many things at once, it was like being embraced by death, just for her to let you go in the end.

"Urg...!" And she groaned, the only thing she could managed in such a state. Only to be responded too.

"Tiffanie!"

And she knew the voice instantly. It was the same voice that guided her through the darkness. It's accompanied by a strong grip enclosing around her hand. A hold.

"... I... I... vy...?" She managed to rasp.

"Yes, yes I am here." Ivy had shifted her voice to be more hushed, but she sat still just beside Tiffanie's bedside, which the younger came to realize as her vision slowly came to focus slowly, seeing the outline of the older sister beside her. Ivy could only watch as her younger sister blink her eyes rapidly, trying to bring her vision, clutching her hand all the while. She felt such a relief to feel Tiffanie squeeze her hand back, & finally right lock eyes with her.

"Ivy." Tiffanie whispered in a smile. Then slowly looking around the room, slowly reconziging the room as the one she had when she stayed at Radz-at-Han... "... Estinien...?" ... & then noticing the figure standing at the wall, at attention for once rather then relaxed back against it.

"Welcome back to reality, sleeping beauty." The dragoon greeted with his usual snark, like nothing had changed.

"... I'm... still alive...?" Tiffanie asked, still feeling like death itself.

"Ay, though I'm sure your Lady Death tried to take you for a spell." Estinien quipped. "You were out for quite a while."

"How long...?" Tiffanie's eyebrow raised, & then she looked at her sister.

"... It's been a few days since we brought you back."

"Days?! ... With how I feel... I thought you were about to say I've been here a month!"

Both The Warrior of Light & the Dragoon have to hold their chuckles. To them, it did feel like a month. They've been waiting.

"Take it easy." Tiffanie had been trying to sit up, but Ivy assured her back down with a gentle hand on her forehead. "Health wise, & aether wise, you're okay, but you might feel week from laying down this long. Take it slow."

"..." There was a pause, hearing those word. Aether-wise. Her aether is... okay. "My aether... Ivy... Ivy did we... really do it...? Is... is he?"

"He's gone." A firm, confident nod followed.

"Nidhana & her alchemists confirmed it. If there was any trance of him left, I think they'd be the ones to find it."

The younger elezen placed her hand over her heart, screening her own energies. She felt lighter... her mind clearer... there wasn't this bottomless hunger for bloodshed, this second voice to taunt her mind, a dark shell enclosing her & putting a distance between herself & others.

"He....... Diabolos....... I can't.... I can't feel him anymore." Her voice trembled, filled to the bone with elation, relief... & almost disbelief. Tiffanie thought... he might never be rid of him, that he would be a looming burden & threat for the rest of her life.

"He's..... he's finally gone?" She looked to Ivy & Estinien again, unknowing of the tears that clouded her eyes. Only when they nodded again, did they fall free. A ever increasing weight pulled from her shoulders. A burden whose duty she felt to bare she was relived from at last.

When she began to sob softly, Estinien finally pushed himself away from his chosen wall, leaning over Tiffanie & Ivy alike, as the older sister clutched the younger's hand tightly again. And the younger sister squeezed back so tightly.

"Tiffanie?"

".... T-thank you..." She rasped through soft weeps & broken cries. "Thank you thank you thank you.... This is all... This is all I ever wanted. Thank you."

The two older elezens smiled. They realized this must have been overwhelming... but still those tears were of joy.

"Anything for you, my sister." Ivy finally replied after a pause, the corners of her own eyes watering slowly. "I swear, I will never leave you behind. You are my family, I want you in my future."

"My... sister." She remembered what Ivy said... & she will always remember now. "Yes... I'm your sister... & I'm... so blessed to have you as my sister. Thank you, Ivy... thank you so much."

#drabbles [endless chapters for an endless adventure] #tiffanie quenderlain; ic [warrior of darkness] #ivy quenderlain; ic [warrior of light] #(because i can control time in these things i say this happened like 3 days after they returned to Radz-at-Han) #estinien; ic [azure dragoon] #read more for length

[lonesome-arts]

updating all my characters' ref sheets! here are the first ten so far

#character design #oc #ocs #character sheet #character reference #ref sheet #azure #andie #damien #torie #ivy #daffodil #alphie #cherry #jade #mylo #wynn #psst ill be adding to this once i finish more btw

[characterswithcolorsnamesfight]

Prelim Poll 8

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#tournament polls #colornames battle #prelims #prelim 8 #hamtaro #animation #blanche dubois #a streetcar named desire #movieblr #sandy olsson #grease #webcomics #comicblr #webtoon #hxh chrollo #hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo lucifer #bookblr #wayward guide #pinkie james #shadow high #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #abosas #lucy gray baird #thg #the hunger games

[yurigalactica]

Her Name

Beneath a blanket of laurel and viridian she lies, Tucked among the roots and ivy. The forest holds her in an embrace of thistles and thorns, Bones of ossified birch, knees sunk into dirt.

Her ghost likes to follow me around, A youthful skip in her gait. She is much more vibrant than I, Eyes azure and gleaming As she darts through the tree line and gleefully squeals "Last one there is a rotten egg."

It's not uncommon for people to see her in me, Or rather, her instead of me. Grown-ups often chuckle and sigh, sugar sweet smiles on their lips, And chitter amongst themselves about how oh-so precocious she is.

Will they ever see me?

She and I are one in the same, people tell me. We have the same smile, same hair, same face. She is all I have ever been and all I ever will be. Anything I think or say or do, no matter how original, She has done it first.

Her name is what people know me by.  It sticks to my skin like maple sap, Burrows itself deeper like a malignant little tick. While it once tasted like wildflowers and pine needles, Now, it is no more than a withered husk That tastes of ash on my tongue.

I do not hate her.

How can I?

She is pure and free and bright, A beam of sunlight born in the burning summer sky. My history is hers, and hers is mine, Identical spirals of cambium etched into the flesh of our arms. When I look into weathered polaroid photographs, Streaked yellow and pink from bygone years, I see her round, youthful face, Lips quirked upward and beaming at the camera.

Her smile is beautiful.

I hold her closely, I carry her on my back. Her arms are looped around my shoulders And her messy caramel curls fall over mine. She clings to me like a moth to a lamp, Sinks her ivory birch roots into my bones, Entwines herself with me. She is a part of me.

But I am not her.

I am alive and she is no more than a memory. Yet when the world speaks to me they call upon her name. When I do not answer, they do not understand why. When I drag them after me, through the woods and to her grave, And show them the brambles growing in her lungs And the sunflowers blooming in her throat, They tell me that she is merely sleeping. For how could a dead thing Bloom so bright?

So I hack off those beloved curls under the cover of the night And stain them the same color as the dawn. If I am ever to become more than the person who wears her face, I must bloom brighter than her corpse. If not an act of rebellion, then call it a desperate plea For someone to softly cup my cheek and, for once, see me.

I am not the little girl with the sunlit smile, But I once was, years ago. It is a fact that is as immutable as death, A law as eternal as life. And though I still carry her in my arms, I am older and wiser now And she will remain forever a child.

We are not the same person. Not anymore. And someday, I hope, the world will look upon us, See our fingers entwined like morning glory vines, And call upon not her,

But me.

#poetry #i wrote this for class like a year ago when i was at the beginning of my gender identity crisis lmao #tw death #<- just in case?? idk it's just a metaphor really #thunder talks #gold star #art stuff