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hisui-dreamer · 3 months

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where the light is dim

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Synopsis: everyone's wandered off in the festival, and you can't even find a familiar face

Tags: poetic themes, fluff, diasomnia shenanigans

Word count: 436

Notes: happy chinese new year everyone🧧🏮🎆!! this was heavily inspired by a chinese poem that takes place on new years (which i attempted a translation of below hehe), and plus it's the year of the dragon, so now we have mal mal festival time (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

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The east wind blows breezes a thousand blossoming trees,

The stars, like rain, descend like a gentle breeze.

Bejewelled carriages and fine horses leave a fragrant trail on the road,

Phoenix flutes resound in the wind, the jade lantern’s light flows,

All night, the fish and dragon lanterns dance.

Maidens adorned with gold, extravagant pins in their hair,

Smiling shyly, fragrance lingering in the air.

In the crowd, searching countless times,

Suddenly, turning my head,

There stands the one, where the light is dim.

―青玉案・元夕辛棄疾

The street pulses with energy, vibrant and bustling beneath a canopy of scarlet lanterns that sway gently in the evening breeze. Each lantern, adorned with intricate designs and tassels, casts a warm, inviting glow that bathes the cobblestone pavement below in a rich crimson hue.

The air is alive with the hum of chatter and laughter, as locals and visitors alike meander through the thoroughfare, their footsteps echoing against the ancient brick walls that line the street. Vendors peddle their wares from colourful stalls, their voices competing with the lively strains of traditional music that drift from nearby taverns and teahouses.

'Where is he?' you thought to yourself, tired from the heavy ornaments painstakingly styled into your hair as you turned and turned your head to catch even a glimpse of him amidst the bustling crowd.

Malleus had invited you to a short trip to the Far East, prompted by Silver's longing to explore the lands of his childhood hero, and swiftly organized by Lilia's enthusiastic urging. You're not sure whether Lilia was aware of it or not, your travels happened to coincide with a grand local festival.

The street offers a multitude of intrigue, from mouth-watering scents from the food skewers to the delicate souvenirs hand-crafted by merchants, and it's not long before you find yourselves gradually becoming separated from the group amidst the bustling crowd. The allure of the vibrant surroundings pulls each person in a different direction, until eventually, you can no longer spot any familiar faces amidst the sea of glamorous outfits adorning the local ladies.

A whirring noise catches your attention, and you turn to the direction of the sound. Your gaze is met with the spectacle of fireworks illuminating the night sky, their explosions of brilliance painting the heavens with vibrant hues, scattering glittering sparks like diamonds. Brilliant reds, dazzling blues, and alluring golds intertwine and collide, creating a breathtaking tapestry of colour that captivates all who gaze upon it.

It's a view you want to share with him.

You weave through the crowd once again, deftly sidestepping opulent carriages and elegant ladies. Their alluring perfume mingles with the joyous melodies of the flutes, enveloping you in a whirlwind of sensation that leaves you momentarily dizzy.

A glance down a narrow alley catches your attention, and in the distance, a lone lantern flickers. Squinting to sharpen your focus, you realise you've found the very person you're looking for.

Malleus, tucked away in the shadowy corner, his focus fixed solely upon a weathered lion stone statue.

You can't help the exasperated smile that graces your lips.

Maybe you should've expected that.

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zoe-oneesama · 7 months

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Hi! I'm one of the people who coloured in the first and second episodes of your Scarlet Lady comic!

First off, massive fan of your work, every update makes my day and it's been amazing watching it evolve over time! Both the art itself and the story you've created is incredible and is some of the best I've seen from the fandom!

Second (and why I'm here in the first place,) it occurred to me after posting the coloured second episode that I am essentially reposting your art (with full credit, yes, but a repost is a repost.) I wanted to make sure that, if I were to post more coloured episodes, you'd be alright with it? I don't want to step on any toes, and I'm fine with keeping them to myself. I don't want to potentially detract from other fans who have yet to encounter the original.

As long as you only post it on tumblr (where it can't be monetized) I don't really care, have at! And obviously tag me in it.

#my sister tried to color some of my pages and gave up so like lol wow on you

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mostlybats-partiallyrats · 1 year

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So umm... I felt like writing a little fairytale-type story. Something short but impactful.

I wrote this all in one sitting, very late at night. So I hope you like it:

There was a girl who fell in love with death. On the night her mother's illness finally took her, the girl saw the mysterious figure sneak in through the window. And as a chilling breeze swept through the room, she gazed upon death's looming figure with awe and adoration.

"Young lady," said death, "I am here to collect your mother's immortal soul. Surely I do not deserve to be looked upon with such love?"

The girl merely smiled and said, "Maybe so, but I have never seen such beauty before. Surely someone so beautiful is deserving of love?"

But death was not beautiful. Not beautiful at all. And yet...

Death took pity on the girl. If she spent her whole life chasing him, then she would waste away, until it was her turn to pass away, like her mother before her. So death made her a promise.

"I cannot control your heart, my lady, that much is beyond my power. But you must live your life, and once a year on this date, I shall return to you, and show you the wonders I have seen."

The girl accepted the offer, overjoyed at the prospect. So, for the remainder of the year she continued her life as if nothing had changed. And when death returned as promised, she was waiting for him.

And so death enacted his plan. He showed her the most terrifying, tragic, and gruesome deaths he had ever encountered; as if the girl were experiencing them herself. Surely, thought death, this would restore her fear, and he could return to his work. The girl took a steadying breath. She wiped the tears from her eyes. And she embraced death, warmly.

"Thank you," she said, "I have never known such thrill and exhilaration, such melancholy, such eye-opening despair. You have shown me feelings deeper than I have ever felt before! How lucky I am to have such a generous love!"

Death was mortified, embarrassed. But what could he say? How rude it would be to tell the girl she was wrong.

"You are most welcome," said death, "and I look forward to our next meeting."

And so it was. Every year the girl grew more and more into a strong and kind woman; and every year death showed her his worst. She thanked him, and they parted. On the fifth year, death floated into her home on the eve of her cousin's wedding. As he rode the biting cold into her room, she turned to meet him, and what a sight she was...

The moon illuminated her hair, black as night. Her dress was as scarlet as a man's last drop of blood. She held a bouquet of flowers. Death had never before beheld such beauty.

"Death!" She said, cheerfully greeting him as an old friend, "I wasn't sure what your favourite flower was, so I just got one of everything that was in season!"

Death had never been given flowers before, and in so many vivid colours. When he reached for the bouquet, however, every last bloom withered and died. The bouquet crumbled between his fingers.

"Oh, I see..." Said the girl, disappointment marring her beautiful face for just a moment.

"It's alright," said death, looking into her eyes, into her very soul, "the most beautiful things in the world are fragile. They do not last forever."

When death finished showing her his worst, he helped to dry the girl's tears.

"Thank you," said the woman, "how lucky I am, to have such a generous love."

"You are most welcome," said death, "I shall count the days until our next meeting."

On another year, when death entered the her home, the woman was frantic. She ran ragged all about her bedroom, and when she heard death enter, she slammed something shut.

"What are you hiding, my lady?" Said death.

"Nothing," she insisted, "nothing at all! I would never hide something from you!"

Death had seen this coming.

Many-a-mortal had tried to trick him in his time, to mislead him, to stab him in the back. But in all his millennia, none had stooped so low as to first attempt to gain his trust.

Death was ruthless in the visions he showed the woman, the things he forced her to witness, the choices he had her make. He showed her the pinnacle of humanity's evil, the very worst of death.

Until finally, he dangled the woman from the edge of the world's tallest cliff, just beyond which was a sheer drop into the roiling ocean below. He asked her a question.

"Do you fear me, mortal? Do you finally fear me now? Are you afraid of death?"

Darkness fell over the cliff, and the wind lashed icy cold at the woman's skin, as she teetered on the precipice between being, and not.

"Of course I do!" the woman cried, brokenly.

With a crack like lightning, they were back in the woman's home. Where death cast her to the floor, and she crumpled into a terrified heap.

"Then you have learned your lesson. No one can deceive death."

"Deceive you?," Cried the woman, "when did I ever deceive you!"

Death was enraged.

"The petty hubris of man! Even now you feign innocence! You were hiding something when I arrived, but you cannot fool me! Many have tried, and failed, to assassinate me, trick me into a deal, a game, all to gain immortality! Ha! The fools knew not of what they asked!"

The woman was silent, sullen. From her back pocket, she pulled out a carved wooden box, and stretched out her hand.

"Take it," she said, and death snatched it from her grip, "You would like to know what I was hiding? Open it."

Death opened the box, expecting to find a dagger, or a neatly folded net, or a vial of poison.

It was a hyacinth flower. But it was not as it seemed. When death picked it up, it did not whither and die. Instead, it reflected the light of the slowly rising sun, creating dancing patterns of colourful light.

It was made of glass.

"It's still fragile," said the woman, "and I doubt it will last forever either. I still do not know your favourite flower. But hyacinths were my mother's. Do you know the story of Hyacinthus?"

Death knew every story ever told, for he was eternal.

"No," said death, "would you kindly tell it to me?"

And so the woman told death the story of the prince Hyacinthus, who was the love of the Greek god Apollo. Of how, jealous of Apollo, and wanting the prince for himself, Zephyr the West Wind killed the prince. Apollo, grief-stricken, holding the dying prince in his arms, turned him into a flower.

A hyacinth.

The woman sighed, and death noticed for the first time, that one of her hairs was not black. It was grey.

"I am sorry that you so often see the worst of humanity," she said, "but you have to understand, you must be willing to trust others. Or else, how could anyone ever hope to prove themselves good to you?"

Death had never shed a tear before that day.

"My lady," he asked, "may I give you a gift as well?"

"Of course, my darling," said the woman.

Death held her as gently as he held the glass flower she had given to him. And he kissed the woman, on that glorious morning.

"There now," said death, "I have given you my blessing. Now through your every misfortune, every tragedy, every impromptu fit of despair; know that I am beside you. Know how much I love you."

The woman held him tightly, and wetted his robe with tears. "Thank you," she said, "how lucky I am, to have such a generous love."

"You are most welcome," said death, "I shall count your every breath until next we meet."

The years went by, and death visited the woman for each of them. They made numerous memories together, joyous, miserable, and all that rests gently, quietly, in between. The woman lived a full and wonderful life, until she was old and grey.

Death, cloaked as always in shadow, riding a frigid gust of wind, floated into the woman's window.

"Death, my darling, you're early," said the woman.

"I know," said death.

"Ah," said the woman, "I see."

"My lady, my love," said death, "before I do this, I must ask of you, one question. How was it that you saw beauty in me, on the night I took your mother's soul? And how was it, then, that I could never scare you away with my visions?"

"Ah," said the woman, "I was wondering when you were going to ask me that. You see, death, everyone was so afraid, when mother became ill. Afraid she would suffer, afraid we would become destitute, afraid for father, afraid she would be damned to hell. Do you know what I was afraid of?"

"What?" Said death.

"That when she died, when that time came, that she would be all alone. You have seen so much cruelty, death my darling. So many horrid people, so many horrid fates. You have shown me them all. Yes, it has made you slow to trust, but frankly I was surprised you had any light left in you at all. To see all of that, to endure it, for as long as life has existed, and still have kindness in your heart - pity, for the girl who fell in love with death - that is beautiful."

Death sighed fondly for his love. His mortal love.

"Are you afraid, my love? Do you fear your death?"

"Of course I do, my darling," she said, "what person does not? But I do not fear you. You want to know why you could never scare me away? Because for every death you showed me, no matter how terrifying, how gruesome, how horribly tragic; you were right by their side. Lighting the way in the dark. You were there to guide every last poor and wayward soul to the next world.

Of course I am afraid of dying, my darling, but that is why I am so glad to have you here with me. To hold my hand. To be my light in the dark."

And so death took her hands, gnarled and marked with age, with experience, with life.

"Thank you" said death, "How lucky I am, to have such a generous love."

#my post #writing tag #writing #death #grief #stories #story #i hope you liked it💛

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mellowsadistic · 27 days

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Easter Bunnies - Part 1

Melony and her boyfriend meet up with their friends for a garden party, but the girls are acting more like toddlers getting ready for an Easter egg hunt, and Melony's boyfriend expects her to join them.

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“Are you looking forward to playing with your friends, sweetie?”

Melony scowled at her boyfriend as they walked up the driveway. “Don’t say it in such a patronising way, Peter!” she snapped, tossing back her long black hair. “How many times do I have to tell you not to talk to me like a child?”

“Sorry, Mel,” said Peter, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, baby. I know you’re very sensitive about that sort of thing.”

Melony pressed her lips together. Even his apologies were infantilising! Mostly she liked having Peter as her boyfriend; he was tall and handsome, and decent enough in bed, but he could be infuriatingly condescending at times – even though they were the same age, he sometimes treated her more like a toddler than the twenty-four-year-old woman she actually was. But now wasn’t the time for an argument. She’d save her scoldings for when they got home.

Peter knocked on the front door, and a few moments later it swung open to reveal a smiling, sandy-haired young man. “About time, you two!” George said cheerfully, standing back to let them over the threshold. “Happy Easter! Come on in. Hazel and Oliver are already here.” He shook hands with Peter as he passed and, to Melony’s annoyance, placed his hand on her back to move her along down the corridor, as though she couldn’t do it by herself. “Hazel’s just upstairs with Oliver, being changed into something more comfortable,” he said, “and Jackie’s playing out in the garden.”

Melony clenched her teeth. There was that word again. Playing. Anyone could be forgiven for thinking he was talking about a trio of three-year-olds, and not three grown women in their mid-twenties. And there was something about his smile that Melony didn’t like. But then George often looked like he was laughing at some private joke. It was maddening! She didn’t know how Jackie could stand it.

They were led into the bright kitchen at the back of the house. Double doors opened out onto a wooden decking, and beyond that a large green lawn with patches of brightly coloured Spring flowers. But before Melony could head out into the sun, she heard running footsteps on the landing above them, and then the unmistakable sound of someone rushing down the stairs as fast as they could.

“Hazel!” she heard a man call. She recognised Oliver’s voice. There were more hurried footfalls above them. “Wait for Daddy, silly girl!”

A moment later, a young brunette woman ran, or rather toddled, through the hallway to join them in the kitchen. “Mewwie!” she squealed, coming to a stop in front of them.

“Hazel?!” Melony gasped. Her normally shy, reserved friend was standing in front of her wearing a pair of trainers on her feet, a set of bunny ears on her head, and absolutely nothing in between. Her bare pussy and perky breasts were on full display, though it didn’t seem to bother her one bit. There was a vacant, innocent look in her green-brown eyes, and she was grinning broadly.

“Hazel, what are you doing?!” Melony asked, blushing scarlet with second-hand embarrassment. “Why are you dressed like that?!”

Oliver chuckled as he entered the kitchen behind his girlfriend. “I’m not sure I’d call her dressed at all, Mellie,” he said, winking at her. “My little lady was more comfortable in her birthday suit, but I insisted on shoes.” He patted his girlfriend’s bare bottom. “And of course, she absolutely refused to go without her pretty bunny ears.” He kissed Hazel on the cheek. “Didn’t you, baby girl?” he cooed. “You wanted to be Daddy’s nakie little bunny rabbit!”

Hazel giggled delightedly. “Nakie bunny!” she echoed, bouncing on the spot and making her boobs jiggle about.

“But she has to tell Daddy when she needs her potty,” Oliver said, “because we don’t want to leave any puddles on George’s floor, do we, baby?”

Hazel nodded seriously at her boyfriend. “Tell Daddy,” she agreed. “Don’t need puw-ups!”

“Not during the day at least,” said Oliver, bending down to give his girlfriend another kiss, this time on the forehead. “You’re Daddy’s big girl, aren’t you?”

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Melony demanded in a shrill voice. She realised she was breathing very fast. A part of her was sure this had to be some bizarre joke, but the blank look in Hazel’s eyes was telling her otherwise. She looked around at Peter and George, but neither of the boys seemed to think there was anything wrong with the situation. In fact, George looked like he was trying to hold back laughter as he took in the sight of Hazel standing nearly nude in front of him, prattling like a toddler. Peter was looking at her, however. There was a smirk playing around his lips, and an almost hungry look in his eyes.

Melony suddenly remembered that George had said Jackie was out in the garden, and she rushed to the back doors. Her heart dropped into her stomach when she reached them. Jackie was indeed playing in the garden. She was prancing about awkwardly like the littlest of toddlers, giggling and trying to catch butterflies. She wasn’t naked like Hazel, but Melony almost wished she was. She wore a pale pink dress, all frills and lace, and so short that it did nothing whatsoever to hide the enormously thick nappy she wore beneath. Even as Melony watched, Jackie bent over to peer at something in the grass, and her diapered bottom was thrust high into the air. The padding was sagging and discoloured. She’d clearly wet herself. A moment later, she straightened up and turned around, smiling even more vacantly than Hazel. Her blonde hair had been tied into a pair of pigtails, and she too wore a set of bunny ears.

Melony felt sick to her stomach. Something was very, very wrong here. Hazel and Jackie needed the hospital, or a psychologist, or something! They couldn’t be allowed to just walk around humiliating themselves like this! They needed help! Before she could get over her shock, however, Peter had walked up behind her and slipped a pair of fluffy bunny ears onto her head.

“What? What are you…?” Melony spun around, confused and angry, to see her boyfriend grinning at her. She lifted her hands to her head, feeling the soft ears, ready to rip them off, but by then it was already too late to stop the warm, fuzzy contentment spreading through her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes…

#mellowsadistic

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clockwork-ashes · 3 days

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Mirrors

The Lady of Autumn had a name, although she was hardly ever called by it. Like a fading tapestry, once bright colours muted over the years, a whisper of what had been.

Summary: The Lady of Autumn has a difficult conversation with her eldest son (one-shot).

Find more Autumn Court one-shots here :)

The Lady of Autumn had a name, although she was hardly ever called by it. Like a fading tapestry, once bright colours muted over the years, a whisper of what had been.

Callista.

Chosen by her father, a name both sharp and beautiful, perhaps a wish that she would grow up and be the same. The male who had raised her was centuries dead, along with the rest of her family, and Callista was achingly alone.

There was a certain reverence to each of her titles, she could admit, thick as blood as they fell from the lips of those around her.

Lady.

Wife.

Mother.

The last and worst of them all, like a knife taken to her chest each time it was uttered, a reminder of everything she had never wanted.

“Mother.” The crack of a whip, harsh and unexpected, even after the countless years that had passed. Time moved slow as honey, and the word was no less difficult to bear.

With a wince, Callista looked up at her eldest son, feeling small in front of his towering frame. The corridor they were in was empty, torches flickering and casting long shadows on the stone walls. There were no windows, making it seem as though it was late at night when Callista knew the sun had just gone up, had watched as she did every morning as it inched over the horizon. .

Lovely and sharp like shards of broken glass, Eris scowled.

Callista knew he looked like her, it had always been the case. Nobles and servants alike attested to their similarities, like mirrors, they whispered, meant as a compliment she was sure.

Firstborn, heir to the throne, Eris had never smiled as a child. Hair scarlet as fresh blood, eyes amber gemstones, pale as bone and cruel in his beauty, he still reminded her of Beron.

Eris’ full lips were pulled down slightly at the corners in a frown, and Callista hummed in response.

“Have you been listening?” Eris questioned, and she could hear the disbelief whirling in the words.

“Of course,” she waved a hand dismissively as she told the lie. Her mind had been elsewhere and she did not feel like explaining herself to her son.

Eris’ lips curled up slowly, the smile empty as his eyes flared with embers in annoyance. “Then I won’t repeat myself.” He shrugged, the movement elegant even without an audience there to witness it. “Lucien’s bags are packed and we’ll be in the eastern territories, should anyone ask.”

As though she were a puppet with her strings pulled taught, Callista straightened her spine, the sound of blood rushing to her head loud as a river in her ears. “Why?” She managed to ground out, worry deep in her gut.

Eris raised an auburn brow at her, false confusion on his face. “It’s as I’ve said.”

Quick as a snake, her fingers fangs, Callista grabbed onto the High Lord’s heir. Flames flashed in her russet eyes as she spoke. “Don’t play games, Eris.” She was not in the mood, and she hoped her tone suggested as much.

“Never,” he clipped, attempting to pull away. Callista held firmly to the sleeve of his shirt, and Eris let her. “Fair to say you hadn’t been listening?”

“Speak, Eris,” the demand was rough, and she felt as Eris bristled, although nothing of the sort showed on his face.

Eris clicked his tongue, mocking despite how serious Callista was. “One of these days, you’ll find that I should be unwilling to help you.” It could have been a threat or a promise, but Callista was not certain.

“Not this day,” she snapped, feeling her cheeks heat with anger. The torches in the empty hallway flared around them. “Do I have to beg you?”

Eris pulled his arm back with a scowl, looking very much like his father. He straightened his shirt with a stiff gesture. “Have I ever asked you for such a thing?”

“Hardly seems like you’re above it.”

For decades, there had been a strain between them. Beron’s favourite son, the child she had never wanted but loved despite it. Complicated and entirely out of her control, she could still remember crying when Eris had been born. It had only gotten worse as the decades had passed, as Lucien had grown.

Perhaps it was hurt that flashed starbright on Eris’s lovely features, but as soon as it had appeared it was gone. Expressionless and cold as ice, Eris spoke. “If you’d been paying attention, mother, you would have heard that father doesn’t want Lucien in the Forest House.” He scowled as he continued, “at least for a little while.”

“Why?” She asked again, praying Eris would give her an honest answer.

“To keep him away from you, he told me,” Eris’s gaze was searching. “You spoil him.”

“He’s a sweet boy, everyone spoils him,” Callista said, her mouth tight. That much was true, she had seen it with her own eyes, how charmed the entirety of Autumn was with her youngest son.

“Father gave Lucien one of his daggers, you know the one with the fox hilt?” she nodded, unsure what Eris was about to say. “His to keep, first weapon handed from father to son.” Tradition, Callista knew, was valued in Autumn, where a change in power had not been had for centuries. “Would have been heartwarming,” Eris said, a restrained anger in his tone, “If not for the fact that Lucien’s eyes shone gold as daylight to ruin the moment.”

As though she had been struck, Callista reared back. Beron had known since Lucien had been born, had seen fit to punish them all for her infidelity, but Lucien had still been claimed as his seventh son. Protection and a curse all at once. The shame would have been too great, Beron had said, to have a disloyal wife and a child that was not his own.

“Eris–”

He raised his hand to silence her. “Is joy to blame? Sunbright eyes only when Lucien is happy?”

“Yes,” Callista breathed, her nerves getting the best of her, panic a near unbearable weight on her slim shoulders. She smelled copper, the sharp tang of blood, and thought it was her own. It took her a moment to realise that Eris had bitten through his cheek, an anxious habit he had inherited from her.

Mirrors.

“I’m taking him to my home in the east,” Eris said softly, attempting to comfort her. “Handle your husband and send word when we can return.”

Callista felt tears embarrassingly begin to form at the corners of her eyes. “Can I say goodbye?” Her voice was small and she felt pathetic, like a horrible mother, her curse to bear.

Eris looked ready to deny her wish, but perhaps he sensed her despair, her worry in the face of the unknown. With a sigh, a hand running through his hair, Eris offered her his arm. “I think Lucien would be devastated if you didn’t.”

Relief rained over Callista as she gently held onto her eldest son. “Thank you, Eris,” she said ever so quietly.

Eris did not respond, and Callista wondered if he even heard her.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #autumn court #the lady of autumn #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #he's not in this but it's about him #vanserra family #i can't stop thinking about loa and eris #thank you to everyone who reads <3 #ashes writes sometimes

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floretskybright · 8 months

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Snow Macaque AU

I suddenly had this idea for a lmk Au

Basically it starts when Macaque is in diyu and the lady bone demon appears to make a deal with him

But Mac is too weak and delirious from the diyu cleaning his soul to understand a thing

Then Mac tries to gain some clarity and strenght by absorbing the spirit of Lbd to boost himself

Mac had successfully absorbed Lbd because she was already too weak from being sealed away to survive being absorbed

Mac gained clarity and understood what he did and what absorbing Lbd did to him

Because of Lbd's powers he changed both in appearance and powerwise (I will draw how he looks after I return back home from vacantion)

His fur became a snow white and his eyes became a scarlet color with the white of the eyes being golden , his sight was restored but the scar on his face remained , it seems that Ldb's clairvoyance powers made him gain six colourful ears to hear the past , present and future and lastly he gained ice and necromancy powers(he basically gained some immortality as he can just revive himself and because Lbd was a former celestial)he used necromancy to return to the mortal realm

After coming back to life he got attacked by the not-mayor for killing his lady but Mac was much stronger than him and let his shadows consume the not-mayor

Macaque wanders a snowy mountain with his shadow lantern in hand still not knowing what to do with himself yet after reviving

The villagers in the area will see Mac and start a rumour of an Ice king living on the mountain

The rumours will attract the bull family for an alliance and will be surprised of who the ice king really was but will then maintain a good relationship with each other

Mac doesn't want to see Wukong so the bull family makes sure nobody knows of Mac being alive but that will later be in vain by meeting MK and therefore Wukong later on

Before Mac died he and Wukong were best friends without any romantic feelings for each other (*cough*they're*cough* both *cough*dense*cough* jeez what a coughing fit) then after their fight they became enemies , and will still be at the start of their first meeting after Mac revived , they will remain somewhat civil for MK but then Wukong will fall in love with Mac and will have to try to court the oblivious Macaque

#monkie kid macaque #monkie kid six eared macaque #lego mokie kid #monkie kid sun wukong #lmk au #sun wukong #shadowpeach #sun wukong x macaque #lady bone demon #monkie kid lbd #lmk lbd #lbd

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lovebillyhargrove · 11 months

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***

"I got uh .. I got a gift for you, pretty boy."

Steve thought he'd heard Billy's steps. He was right.

Steve's turning around and there he is, fiery and electric, wrapped in the gold of his hair, tanned cheeks a bit pinkish as if he's .. embarrassed?

Billy's holding something behind his back, eyes cast down.

"Do you want me to guess what it is?"

Billy scoffs

"Never thought that autumn would be so dorky, wishing to play silly games and all."

Billy's drawing lines (or are they hearts?) in the warm dust on the road with his big toe.

"Here. It's the last summer flowers. They'll stop blooming soon."

He's holding out an enormous flower crown made of simple white daisies and little yellow buttercups, timid sky blue, pink and indigo cornflowers, tiny field carnations bringing splashes of bright fuchsia colour into the mix, baby blue eyes shyly peeking through the lush green of leaves and stems and stalks, carefully and neatly interwoven into a summer work of art. Soft and elegant red anemones. A couple of scarlet poppies, bigger than any other flower in size but petals still so tender and fragile. Delicate wild pansies in a palette of colours, sweet heavy clover heads, gentle melancholic bluebells, light-pink cuckoo-flowers, bright blue sprinkles of meadow gentians .. all exuding the subtly intoxicating aroma of hot and sultry summer meadows,

Glowing, as if entwined with the dreamy rays of sunshine.

Bumblebees busily buzzing and humming all around it.

Billy waves his hand a couple of times

"Shoo!"

Bumblebees remain undisturbed.

"Thought you'd look even prettier in it."

Steve's still looking at the heap of flowers, noticing some fragrant white china roses among the other flowers

"Are these also from the meadow?"

Billy's cheeks become even pinkier.

"I uh .. I might've raided that old lady's garden where you always hang out with the birds at the back fence?"

Billy's pausing

"So .. you want it or not?"

"I would love to have it. It is beautiful and such skillful work."

Billy's cheeks are definitely red now, mixed with that tan.

He shoves the flower crown to Steve's hollowed-out chest and runs away.

***

Some time later

Steve grew a small flowerbed of billy buttons.

He invited the summer to come take a look.

"It's nothing fancy. But they look like little suns and remind me of you. And they've got your name."

Harringrove seasons au by the amazingly talented @akioukun which remains the source of inspiration 💖

@dragonflylady77 thank you for your kind help ❤️

#harringrove #harringrove seasons au #billy x steve #summer billy x autumn steve #harringrove fic

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discombra · 7 months

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wow I did NOT expect the first one to blow up like it did.

Here's part 1 of @zoe-oneesama Scarlet Lady AU Comic Episode 2!

#miraculous ladybug #scarlet lady coloured #scarlet lady episode 2 #scarlet lady au #scarlet lady comic #miraculous comic #miraculous lb #mlb #miraculous fanart

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munchkinmarauder · 2 months

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My review of Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver

Overall I'll give it a generous 4/5 stars and I'm excited to see where this series takes up but I do have some gripes with it

Also lots of stuff from Orlando's AITP X-Men Monday interview pops up so check it out as we may have some hidden clues on what's next

Spoilers below

Overall a good set up issue with some fun moments. Some of my fears were exaggerated but some of those expected fears did mean I didn't enjoy the issue as much as I hoped. However I'm fault happy overall and keen for the rest of the series

The good-

- a series with the twins as coleads has been long overdue. I'm so happy to see it finally happen. Fun fact this is the first marvel series to be headlines by a sibling duo.- for the most part the twins dynamic and fight felt like a proper sibling fight. You could feel the weight of their long history and the multitude of things left unsaid and resentments.

- it's nice to see Wanda being the one clearly at fault for a fight between them for a change

- while the twins are little orange I appriciate the commitment to showcasing the twins as visible people of colour. It was long needed. I do think they (and Luna and Tommy should be more visibly brown). I also am enjoying the art and the use of the vibrant colours in general.

- I like the mystery being set up with why the twins are being targeted and the twist that while Magneto did write the letter he wasn't the one who sent it. I'm not as curious at the letter contents as I thought I would be. It seems he's being cruel because he's a dick to Pietro but let's see. I also really am excited to know why it's both twins and the combination of them together that has the giver upset. Lore and power upgrade for born twins? I hope so. Wanda being a universal threat is a given so I am way more curious about what they'll do with Pietro

- I think it was a good move to make a joke about is or isn't Magneto the bio dad at the start and shoot it down. I would love for the retcon to be undone I just don't think it has a place in this story about the bond between the twins. Magneto doesn't need to overshadow the series more than he has already for what it's worth I do think the comics are leading up to a Magnet fam reunion with most of its members appearing in major comics this year.

- it being acknowledged that Magneto was cruel to Pietro, killed him and treated the twins unequally. I have gripes with this I'll set out below but given how biased Orlando is towards Magneto this was good to see.

- the Luna, Tommy and Monet cameos made me so happy! I'm glad Orlando seems fond of Luna and I hope she and Monet join Tommy in helping Pietro. Even if the ladies are just cameos it's still a nice touch.- I liked the contrast where the fuming twins lash out with their powers. Wanda destroys her shop and Pietro is ranting but checking up on loved ones while he does so. They are each others ying and Yang.

- we're lucky the Wizard is a drama queen cause his snipers seem pretty competent and if they'd used regular bullets this series would be automatically over lol. I do also think the Wizards team called Pietro to upset him. Futher and not Wanda to ensure the twins wouldn't be able to contact each other.

The bad

- the writing for Wanda was better than Pietro. This feels more like a Wanda series so far but it's early days so let's see. Even though Wanda is the one initially in the wrong she seems to be treated more sympathetic by the narrative and of course she has more page time than her brother.

- Pietro's past appearances in SW made me a bit unsure about how Orlando will write Pietro, his takes in the comic themselves are quite superficially though he talks about Pietro very passionately in Interviews. Nothing really changed that opinion here.

- we didn't get enough of the twins interacting and this is supposed to be a series about their relationship. It would have been nice to have a little more of them getting along so the fight felt more impactful. An infinity comic with the two might have been a good idea.- I hate the Pietro fears Wanda thing Orlando introduced as well as the Pietro manipulated Wanda for HoM. I don't think Steve actually read that comic because Wanda herself in that comic said all her brother was doing was protecting her cause the X-Men and Avengers wanted to kill her and Magneto was willing to let them. Having Wanda say this was off-putting. Had it been purely in angry it would be somewhat forgivable but Orlando has expressed this sentiment in his other SW books

- Orlando's insistence on the adopted family angle and portraying Magneto as a complicated but good man who took the twins in with Wanda as the worshipful daddies girl and the victim blaming as Pietro was cold to him. That man was abusive to both his children. He would let them die for his cause and had abandoned them multiple times. Wanda pre retcon had many an issue and gripe with him. The twins are justified in their issues with him and no one should have to forgive their abusers. Magneto is a fascinating character and I loved the pre retcon dynamic with the twins as it was so tragic and full of irony and it only really works if theyre blood related. This painting of them as a happy chosen family is detrimental to all characters involved.

#pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #quicksilver #maximoff twins #magnet family #monet st croix #tommy shepherd #Luna Maximoff #Darcy Lewis #scarlet witch & quicksilver (2024)#scarlet witch and quicksilver #quicksilver and the scarlet witch #Quicksilver #scarlet witch #magneto #erik lensherr

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colorhollywood · 25 days

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Films with Leslie Howard online:

Outward bound (1930)

Never the Twain Shall Meet (1931)

A Free Soul (1931)

Five And Ten (1931)

Devotion (1931)

Service for Ladies (1931)

Smilin' Through (1932)

The Animal Kingdom (1932)

Secrets (1933)

Captured (1933)

Berkeley Square (1933)

Of Human Bondage (1934)

Of Human Bondage (1934) Colour version

The Lady Is Willing (1934)

British Agent (1934)

The Scarlet Pimpernel (1934)

The Petrified Forest (1936)

Romeo and Juliet (1936)

It's Love I'm After (1937)

Stand-In (1937)

Pygmalion (1938)

Intermezzo (1939)

Gone with the Wind (1939)

Pimpernel Smith (1941)

49th Parallel (1941)

The First Of The Few (1942)

The Gentle Sex (1943)

#leslie howard #lesliehowardforever #films #old hollywood

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hiii A!!! I hope you’re having a great day! I wanted to know if you could do an oneshot of lucerys x stark!reader, where both luke and reader are nervous to marry. But one day, when the reader went out to look for lucerys, she found a wolf trying to attack him and then she threw herself in front of him, so he doesn’t get hurt. In the end, luke takes care of reader and kisses her, as an apology for her state

Sorry if it’s too long! I don’t mind the pronouns, you can choose it

— her inner wolf

a/n : hello dear! It's not long at all 🥰 i absolutely loved the idea, and i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!💕Also, this is the post that nearly gets me caught using tumblr by my parents HAHA

summary : request word count : 2.4k

pairing : lucerys velaryon x stark!reader

genre : fluff

TW // mentions of blood, reader getting seriously injured, and falling unconsicous.

Your pace fastened as you walked through the large halls of the Dragonstone castle, holding a dark scarlet coloured book tightly against your chest, looking for your betrothed.

Your house had recently arrived to Dragonstone as both your parents had arranged you to betroth the young future Lord of Driftmark, Lucerys Velaryon, and you, Lady (y/n) Stark, as a way of showing a strong bond and union between your houses. Despite none of you knowing each other very well, you were the first one out of the two of you that tried to start a conversation during the betrothal dinner as to not make things awkward, and to at least know more about him; only to find out that, much like you, he was also nervous at the idea of marrying... which, that kind of made you feel relieved.

As the days passed by and they got nearer to your wedding, you always found small excuses or things that would've help you talk with him, or bond better together. And currently, you were holding your favourite book in your hands so you could show, and read it to him – but there was no success in finding him. You originally thought he would be training with his older brother, Jace, but not even the future King knew were to find his younger brother. You asked for Luke with some maidens that passed through the halls, but none of them either had a clue of where the princeling could be.

You had already asked for him with nearly everybody on the castle... except, his mother: but being so early in the day, you knew she must've been in a meeting with the black council, so you wouldn't want to interrupt her. A sigh softly escaped your lips as your mind constantly tried to think where else he could be, your legs already growing tired from having continously walked for half an hour non-stop. And suddenly, the realisation that you had never went outside the castle to search for him crossed your mind, and you quickly ran to find your way outside.

Trying to reach the outsides of the castle was a bit like a labyrinth for you – as you easily got lost in how grandiose the size of the newly-familiar castle was to you, but luckily, you had easily arrived there. As soon as you were already outside, your eyes carefully explored your surroundings, being in awe at how grand everything around you was. you were still unfamiliarised with this zone, so your steps were cautious as to not acidentally get lost, even if you knew that wouldn't happen.

“Lucerys!” you shouted, hoping to catch his attention, but unfortunately there was no response from the young prince. “Luke! where are you?” this time you cried a bit louder for him, as there was a glint of hope in your voice that maybe, just maybe, he would be in the outsides. Gulping with concern, a worried sensation of something happening to him arose on your chest, and you started slowly making your way towards some rocks that you hadn't seen before, assuming he might be isolating himself in there. With your free hand, you carefully lifted a bit of your dress as to be able to pass through the rocks. “Luke?” your voice was softer this time, yet enough for him to hear, in case he was indeed there. the moment you finally passed beyond the rocks, your eyes nervously scanned the empty, unknown part of the outside of dragonstone; there was nothing but purely lawn green-coloured grass, some large trees with blooming flowers – or rather, a small forest – and also small glassy lake, which got beautifully hit with the bright sunrays. Your eyes widened as the curve of your lips turned upwards at stumbling upon with such mesmerising sight, quite unlike anything you'd ever seen before in Winterfell.

Your amusement was interrupted as you heard some leaves shuffling, and a sudden growl, causing you to shoot your head at where the noise was coming from with furrowed eyebrows. In shock, your eyes widened once again as you see Lucerys thrown on the floor, on some leaves, and a wild direwolf showing it's sharpened fangs to him, as it growled. Lucerys, as a self-defense mechanism, had his arm around his face, slightly covering it. The heavy book you held in your hand for him was dropped to the ground, as you could see the direwolf leisurely moving nearer him. Having known direwolves and their behaviour the entirety of your life – since you were from House Stark – you knew exactly when a direwolf was ready to attack, and this was one of those moments. In a sudden twist, the wolf wiggled it's body, and jumped to throw itself on top of Lucerys, releasing a wild growl.

“Watch out!” you nervously yelled at him, as you ran towards him, and jumped right in front of Lucerys to protect him.

Ss you threw yourself on top of his whole body, the wild direwolf jumped on your back, and it's sharp fangs and claws violently bit in your flesh as it growled, immediatly provoking your blood to pool all over your back, and make some drops of blood to stain the bright green grass. Upon feeling the harsh fangs biting inside your skin and tearing it slightly, your eyes watered as you bit your lips tightly – and you were sure they'll soon bleed as well – trying to hold the pain. Lucerys, who was under you seeing all the situation, tried to grab a rock as to shoo away the direwolf.

As much as it hurted for you, you harshly moved to your right side, dragging the biting wolf with you, and causing it to release it's grip from you. It immediatly jumped back on top of you to keep biting, but you stopped the wild direwolf with your trembling arm around his neck, being inches away from the growling animal. Lucerys rapidly stood up, grabbed the rock, and threw it on the wolf's head, shooing him away slightly. The wolf backed away as the rock hit it's body, and the young Prince threw another rock on the wolf's body, causing it to quickly begin to run away, as the brunette haired boy shooed away the dire with his hands, and occasionally some more rock throwing.

The dire rapidly left the scene, disappearing into the trees and the bushes, leaving both of you alone. A stinging ache was felt all around your body, as a small pool of blood was made on the grass from all the harshly open wounds on your skin. Your eyelids felts heavy, and your body was badly weak, making it impossible for you to move, or speak. Luke, concerned at your state, hurried to lay by your side, as he removed some strands of hair that covered your pained face. “(y/n)! Gods, you're badly hurt–” he spoke quietly, with a grave tone of concern and worry in his voice. One of his hands took hold of your back, and the other one of your legs; lifting you from the floor, and holding you tightly against your body. As he lifted you, a small groan of pain couldn't help but slip from your lips.

His green hazel eyes immediatly lowered to you upon hearing your quiet groan. Your eyes began fluttering shut from the lack of strenght you felt around your body – some droplets of blood falling from all your wounds still tainted the green grass. “Please, stay with me. We are going back inside the castle to take care of your wounds, yes?” the young princeling kept talking to you so you could solely focus your attention on him, and stay awake, constantly reassuring you that he was going to take the best care of you while you both walked back inside Dragonstone. Unluckily, as hardly as he tried, his tranquil voice and the chirping of the birds in the background leisurely faded away; your eyelids closed shut as he held you on his arms, and your surroundings were washed away by darkness.

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Your consciousness returned slowly to your aching body. The same fiery, stinging pain you previously felt before falling unconscious on your betrothed's arms remained, but on a lesser extent. Furrowing your eyebrows at the aching, your eyes fluttered open – blinking a few times as to adjust your vision to everything that surrounded you.

“(y/n)! Y-You're awake!” slightly shifting on your pose, propping your body up in the bed – that was his, as he had taken you to his chambers – by your elbows, your eyes darted to your betrothed, who was applying bandage on one of the open wounds in your arm. Immediatly, he stopped doing so, and he threw himself to you with arms wide open: wrapping his arms around your neck, and embracing you in a warm hug. Naturally, you rapidly returned the embrace by placing your arms around his body, but at the tight contact you couldn't help but groan as every single part of your body still hurt. Noticing this, Lucerys slowly pulled apart from the hug with an apologising look in his facial expressions.

“I-I'm sorry, love. I was just... worried about you.” one of his hands gently caressed your delicate cheek, as he stared deep into your (e/c) eyes. A feeble smile began shaping in the curves of your lips at his sweet, gentle nature – something not commonly seen. Your hand gently took his other free hand, and you began to rub it very tenderly; you raised his hand to your lips, and pecked his knuckles, as a deep, warm fluster crept on his cheeks. “Thank you, my dear, for taking care of me.” your voice was weak, but vehement as you spoke, in genuine gratitude for his brave actions. “I am glad to know you are okay, lucky enough I found you right on time.” a deep sigh escaped his lips, taking in your delicate features, his heart fluttering with newly found feelings.

After you spoke, a lightly awkward silence was made between the two of you, as Lucerys was trying to think of a proper response. In some way, he felt ashamed that you had to fiercely protect him from a direwolf, hurting yourself in the process. His eyes lowered briefly to the hand that was holding his, softly rubbing it with his thumb. “I–” he began spoking, but quickly licked his nearly dried lips before continuing. “I apologise for being the cause of your wounds. If I had known there were wild direwolves, I wouldn't have gotten myself in such place.” upon hearing his answer, you furrowed his eyebrows, slightly tilting your head to your side. His hazel eyes darted to gaze deep into yours. You opened your lips to object against his beliefs, but you were interrupted by him cupping both your cheeks in a delicate, tender manner.

“I deeply want to apologise for your state,” he began, once again. “But I also want to show you my gratitude for protecting me in such a brave, fiercy way. I have never seen such a strong girl like you before... you are a true Stark, a true wolf. That is something admirable, and I could never thank you enough for putting yourself in such danger for me.” as his eyes gazed intensely into the different shades of your eye colour, his voice got lower, as your faces were inches away – lips nearly grasping. If it were for you, you could melt under his touch right there, as you felt his warm breath delicately hit your skin. His heart violently thumped against his chest, preparing himself for the following words.

“(y/n) Stark, I... I love you, and I am grateful for having been betrothed to you.” before you could reply anything, the young Lordling pressed his lips against yours in a soft, sweet way, cupping your cheeks in a way that seemed as if you were as fragile as glass. It was certainly a surprise for you, but you slowly gave into the kiss – one of your hands being placed on his shoulder, and the other one going to make a fistful of hair in the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. It was a truly unique moment that you could've only imagined, the sweet taste of his rosy lips making your heart anxiously, yet excitedly pound.

It felt like an eternity, but it had only been a straight minute. His lips slowly pulled apart from yours, looking deep into your eyes, with a smile that quivered on his lips rather shyly – and quite the same thing happened on your own lips. “I-I hope that wasn't very straightforward? Nor disappointing.” his voice had a small hint of awkward uncertainty, yet it was playful, as if he was trying to lift the embarrassed mood between the two of you, making it clear it had been your first kiss for both. Reassuringly, you shook your head, and placed a peck on his warm cheeks, both your hands interwining together. “You should never apologise for a kiss, after all, we are betrothed... aren't we?” you teased back, making him giggle like a little boy with a growing crush. “And, it wasn't disappointing at all. Better than I imagined, actually.” A burst of chuckling escaped his lips at your comment, his blushing increasing at the thought of you having imagined a moment like this. Your eyes warmly stared into his, noticing the way they had a glint of joy as he laughed at your playful comments.

“I love you as well, my prince.” this was more of an endearing name, rather than referring to him as his royal title, and he knew that – his softer spot for you growing even more, if that was possible. A broad, grinning smile was plastered on his lips at your response, both your hands still locked together, enjoying the comfortable warmth you two felt around each other.

The following hours were spent by him finishing to take care of your remaining wounds, his soothing nature making you forget about any possible type of ache you could feel. After he was finished, both of you lovingly cuddled together, despite still being rather shy around each others presence – but he enjoyed showing his gratitude and appreciation for you, especially, right after you protected him in such a brave way.

Lucerys knew, he was certainly going to be in a joyful betrothal with you – and looked forward to spending more time with you. You were a blessing from the Seven, and hopefully, he would be able to protect you, just like you protected him.

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harmonysanreads · 2 years

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Inure

𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕟 𝕩 𝕗!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

In days of yore, Inazuma was a land with flourishing culture. Where poetry was an art form adored even by the Raiden Shogun and the refined fragrance of tea and sake would waft through carefree air. But a particular group of poets had been the epicenter of all the attention for quite a while—they were none but the splendors of the nation of Eternity, The Five Kasen.

Truly, they were the pride of Inazuma. Adored, respected and desired by all. But the splendors desired for something, or rather, someone else and unfortunately, they were fixated for the same person.

“THEY WERE FINE. FINE UNTIL YOU PAINTED YOURSELF IN THEIR BLANK CANVAS.”

featuring...

“The green-clad poet, a humble soul who but loved his sake, freedom and his maiden.”

“The scholar garbed in blue, a noble true. But how will the wise poet bring justice to you?”

“Whose passion of poetry burned the same colour as his signature scarlet seal. The tragedy of a poet and his muse.”

“The fair maiden of prose, she who was adored by many but what misfortune, she only wanted you.”

“The Black Lord, a paradox not yet solved. By the shadows that surrounded his tale, no one could've guessed the extent he was willing to go.”

“NOW, THEY'LL DYE IT WITH BLOOD.”

cw(s): yandere, unhealthy mindset/behavior, manipulation (lots of it), mentions of blood and death in later chapters, implied stalking in later chapters, some not sfw themes, unbalanced power dynamics, simps simping too hard, mostly gender neutral but uses of female pronouns here and there (eg. lady, m'lady, maiden), a lot of creative liberties. Proceed with caution.

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I do not condone nor

encourage these behaviors.

This is a work of fiction

made for entertainment

purposes only.

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Chapters:

01: Phantasms

02: Inferiority

03: Inchoate

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The Inure timeline is set in ancient Inazuma, some time after the Archon War.

Inspired by the Irodori Festival, our favorite present day characters (Venti, Xingqiu, Kazuha, Ayaka and Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi) will be representing The Five Kasen.

While developing the plot for Inure, I had to take quite a lot of creative liberties as information regarding The Five Kasen in general are rather limited. I had to make some adjustments for the sake of the story as well (Aoi no Okina's age for example) so readers from future, please don't come at me with a pitchfork if I screw something up lol. I'd also be really happy if anyone shared their thoughts!

TLDR; THIS STORY WILL BE CONTINUED ON Wattpad

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Royal blue

The Princess of Wales in an Alexander McQueen blazer and matching cigarette pants on a visit to HMP High Down, Surrey.

Winning white

The Princess of Wales put a sophisticated twist on England’s team colour as she cheered on players in their opening match at the Rugby World Cup.

Teal triumph

The Princess of Wales at her polished best in a custom teal Burberry suit and custom blouse by the designer for a reception with the Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Norway at Windsor Castle.

Lady in red

Catherine makes a statement in scarlet Alexander McQueen for a ‘Shaping Us’ pre-launch event at the BAFTA headquarters, January 2023.

Purple reign

The Princess of Wales is radiant in Roland Mouret for a reception at Windsor Castle, January 2023.

Sugar plum princess

Another outing for the Roland Mouret suit, this time during William and Catherine's royal tour of Boston, December 2022.

High flyer

A navy Alexander McQueen number is the perfect choice for the princess’s arrival in Boston, December 2022.

In the navy

The same suit was last seen on the Princess of Wales for one of her first engagements in her new position: a reception for some of the Royal Navy Ship’s Company of HMS Glasgow, November 2022.

Cream of the crop

Cheering on swimmers in Alexander McQueen at the Commonwealth Games in Birmingham, August 2022.

Monochrome mastery

Head-to-toe white Alexander McQueen was a chic choice for an outing to mark Windrush Day in London, June 2022.

Pink perfection

Another Alexander McQueen suit, this time in a soft shade of rose, for a meeting with early childhood experts in London, June 2022.

A royal tour triumph

An orange Ridley London blouse brought a splash of colour to her white Alexander McQueen suit for an engagement in Jamaica, March 2022.

Magenta magic

Catherine ensured she stood out from the crowd in this Emilia Wickstead ensemble for a visit to Ulster University, September 2021.

Queen of green

An emerald green Massimo Dutti ensemble blended into the park setting on a visit to Edinburgh, May 2021.

HRH High Street

The Princess of Wales donned a pink M&S suit for a visit to the London Ambulance Centre in Croydon, March 2020.

Green Dream

The Princess donned a faithful Burberry number for a visit to a textile factory in Leeds in September 2023.

Recycled Red

The Princess Of Wales on her way to an event for her 'Shaping Us' Campaign On Early Childhood in September 2023, in one of her favourite red Zara blazers.

Magenta Masterpiece

The Princess of Wales was a tailored masterpiece in Emilia Wickstead for the Shaping Us National Symposium at the Design Museum, even accessorising with Princess Diana’s sapphire and diamond drop earrings.

#Princess of Wales #Catherine Princess of Wales #Catherine Middleton #Kate Middleton #British Royal Family #fashion #style #blazers #pants #suit #Alexander McQueen #Burberry #Roland Mouret #Emilia Wickstead #Massimo Dutti #M&S #Zara #fashion brands

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sukisook · 2 years

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Slice of Life Drabble : Shōto Todoroki

Shōto’s eyes are blazing. Crisp and bright and entirely unblinking.

(You’re starting to worry about that actually. When was the last time he blinked?)

His lips have thinned into a worried white line and the flickering fluorescent light above you both lends his pale skin a sickly green pallor.

“Sho.”

No response.

A muscle in his jaw ticks.

“Sho. You’ve been staring at the cereal for five minutes. We can just get both.”

His frown deepens. You’re stuck between wanting to kiss away the little creases between his scarlet brows and wanting to smack him upside the head.

You’ve never particularly liked grocery shopping. Despite the fact that you do it at least once a week and have done for years, it always feels like you’re somehow doing it wrong. It makes you anxious. There’s too many people and too little space and you’ve never been good at navigating crowds.

So you like to keep it quick. Efficient. You have your list – now crumpled into your palm, leaving smudges of ink between your fingers – and you have your plan. You know which aisle to start at and which to end at. In and out. Simple.

But Shōto had the day off, unexpectedly, and wanted to join you for once.

You always decide what you’re going to eat together, of course, and you always let him make notes and add silly doodles to your grocery lists before you leave the house, but today he’d wanted to pick them out in person.

Which had led to this.

The most bizarre case of choice paralysis you’ve ever seen.

“This one has less sugar, but this one has more fibre,” Shōto muses to himself, scrubbing a finger over his bottom lip.

You huff, attempting to shoulder him out of the way, but his lean body is corded with muscle and he doesn’t even sway at the full force of your weight. You’re not sure he even notices that you’ve done it.

You end up reaching awkwardly around him to snatch both packets of cereal off the shelf before throwing them into your trolley. They hit a pile of peaches with a loud thwack and you have no doubt a few of the fruit will now sport mushy bruises from the impact but can’t quite bring yourself to care.

You see, Shōto gets plenty of probing looks wherever he goes. Even if he weren’t a pro-hero, the split-coloured hair and pretty face would be enough to draw strangers’ eyes. He’s getting even more looks now that he’s been standing deathly still in the middle of the aisle for what feels like centuries.

Your gaze snags on that of a younger couple, and though there’s no malice in their expressions it still sets your teeth on edge. You hate being stared at.

I want to go home, you think desperately, swallowing down a surge of nervous energy.

“You’re a nuisance,” you prod at him, linking your fingers through his.

Shōto lets you drag him down the aisle, blinking rapidly in an attempt to bring some moisture back to his eyes. “Sorry.”

The sincerity in his tone makes something ugly twist in your gut.

You should have let him choose.

You forget, sometimes, that he didn’t get a life like you did. That he didn’t get the freedom of choice as a child. That he’d had his whole life mapped out from the moment he was born.

The least you can do is let him pick something as inane as what cereal you’ll be eating this week.

You come to a stop behind a lady and her son. The latter of which turns in his mother’s hold to watch the two of you with startlingly wide eyes.

You press a kiss to your boyfriend’s shoulder distractedly, eyeing the little boy’s kicking feet. “Don’t be sorry.”

He hums, cheeks flushing at your open display of affection.

You tear your gaze away from the toddler and glance back down at the cereal. “You can choose now, if you want. You can put one back while I pay.”

He looks down at you then, finally, and there’s a fragile smile on his face. “I think I’d like both, actually.”

“Both it is then.”

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A/N: Was this inspired by my undying hatred for grocery shopping? Yes. Yes it was.

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