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vilandel · 17 days
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Hi Vilandel!
For the writers ask game how about 21, 24 and 2? 💕
Hello Lola, thank you for the ask 💕
21, 24 and 2, let's go!
7 ☘️ … that I liked but had to cut Hm, the only thing that comes close to that in my memories is the original ending to an oneshot I wrote back in 2022. But the actual ending fit better with what I intended to write with this story. I actually ended up preferring the final ending more than what I originally planned.
Without letting go of the blanket, Vanessa turned in Nozels arms and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
“Ugh, gross.”
“Shut up, Solid!”
“Oh my, the prince and the witch are getting naughty.”
“What do you mean, Zora? They’re just loving with each other.”
Vanessa broke the slowly, so that Nozel could still savour the lingering of her lips on his.
“So, until now, do you like it, handsome?” she whispered, so that he was the only one to hear her.
“Yes.”
Vanessa smiled, before turning around and clap her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, people, he opened all the presents and now it’s time for cake.”
Nozel smiled. He just felt so happy, like he never did for years on his birthday. Honestly, he would love to have something blissful like that again next year. All seven of them together, so casually and genuinely happy.
They started eating the cake and ended up spending the whole day in his room. From Bedroom Birthday, another oneshot I wrote for Nozels birthday, in 2022 this time. This is the ending I ended up preferring.
24 ☘️ … that makes me go "huh... I wrote that?"
This whole chapter, practically a Black Clover mixed with Charles Dickens "Little Dorrit" I need to continue this one day^^'
2 ☘️ … that makes me laugh Oh, I've already talked about "Surprises In The Night", but there's another one.
“Wait, Noelle knows?” Magna screamed. “But… that’s her brother!”
“I am very aware of the obvious family bonds I share with my sister, thank you very much,” Nozel just said, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He really would have preferred if another Black Bull would find out. That shy girl Grey, for example.
Vanessa laughed at his statement, while kissing his cheek.
“Gross,” Gauche muttered, for which Vanessa throw a pillow at his face. “Geez, Wino, what was that for?”
“I’m very open, but I don’t accept showing affection for my boyfriend being called gross.”
“I would gladly appreciate if you won’t call my girlfriend Wino, Adlai,” Nozel added, looking sternly at Gauche, who gulped. “Vanessa might not care about it, but I won’t tolerate kindly that you call her like that in front of me. I’m not sure that Grey would like your attitude either, even though she likes you a lot.”
“Wait… how do you… Vanessa!”
“What? Nozel knows how much I care about you all, so he asks me how you’re going and I tell him everything, of course. Nothing to worry about.”
“Everything?” Magna asked in fear. From Nothing To Worry About, just Magna and Gauche learning about Nozel and Vanessa by catching them making out.
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trulyaiko · 2 years
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hii! can u make something like when xiao lets you wear vibrating panties and then they were on public 👉🏽👈🏽... thanks for this btw hsjdjdjdj
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♡ SUMMARY ♡ you and your husband, xiao, made a certain bet. thinking it was simple, you accpeted. what you didn’t know on the other hand, was that xiao didn’t let you know what was in store for him..
♡ WARNINGS ♡ 18+ content (sex/smut), vibrating panties/underwear, moaning, whimpering, cumming, xiao just being a rude dom >:)
♡ AUTHORS NOTE ♡ im criesing rn
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as you and your husband , xiao ,were walking to a nearby restaurant. you couldn’t help but feel aware of next time xiao would embarrass you with that controller. xiao put up a little bet with you, if you would wear this certain underwear he bought for you, he would go gentle for the next few days you had sex with him. if you didn’t wear it on the other hand — he would not even pay the slightest attention to your whimpers. 
so in defeat, you decided to wear them. what you didn’t know about this little plan he made up, was that the underwear was literally a weapon, for xiao at the least.
he could let you moan or even whimper in any place out in the public. even simply walking is an option for him to make you moan in delight but at the same time whimper in embarrassment. 
“enjoying our small walk, princess?” xiao whispered in your ear endearingly, as if he wanted something, or maybe it was someone.
you nodded, not being able to speak nor being able to mutter a single word due to your embarrassment.
xiao chuckled lightly at your small nod, knowing why you wouldn’t talk to him.
“can’t even mutter a single word, hm?” he whispered in your ear. you felt other people’s eyes on you. lifting your eyes a bit just to check, you noticed people were too into their conversations or some of them were just busy in general. 
“we can’t have this behavior..” xiao spoke as he pulled out a certain; controller. 
he set the vibration to the highest setting, making you let out a small but lewd moan. 
he let it stay at that setting for a bit — watching you with a small smirk on his face. 
you whimpered and moan at certain times. not being able to stand it any longer, you fell into xiao’s arms; shaking and whimpering.
what you didn’t expect from xiao was for him to calm you down. but being the mean person he was (for some reason), he laughed in your face! 
yes. xiao laughing. well, not in “that was funny!” laugh, it was like a “you look stupid doing that!” laugh. as if he was trying his hardest to embarrass you. 
at the least, he was able to stop the vibrations. you’ll give him points for that. 
“i’ve never seen you in such a state, darling.” he spoke as he walked with you to a nearby restaurant. 
“even when we’re in sex! i’ve never seen you.. wanting me to stop.” xiao chuckled lightly, while you were a blushing mess. 
you nudged xiao on his shoulder lightly. signaling him you wanted more. 
even after all that whimpering and moaning, you wanted more!? to be fair, it isn’t a great experience but it does feel nice; if you get used to it at some point. 
“hm, is that so?” he teased you. getting out the controller from his pocket once again. 
he set it to a pace where you would get pleasured but comfortable enough to walk. 
he looked at you for a few seconds before walking and embarrassing you once again. 
this was going to be a long night.. and walk.
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akatsukirites · 4 months
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Second entry for @sweetspicybingo - Fairy Lights Narutoverse | KisaKonan | G | ~800 words
They avoid the road that goes through Fire Country. Konoha-nin patrols are too aggressive. Even though Kisame brushes this off as an insignificant obstacle ("I can handle Konoha, Konan-san." He says, reflexively shouldering Samehada.), Konan knows a premature encounter would be unwise. ("Pein doesn't want to reveal our existence yet.") Instead, they take the long way– through Grass, Waterfall, and Rice Country, crossing the border into Hot Water Country. Konan recalls old Akatsuki scouting reports that Hot Water military is only concerned with tourists, so they stick to the coastline. Admittedly, it's a longer journey. They sleep in shifts during the afternoons and travel under a waning moon cycle. The coastline turns to sandy beaches, flanked to the south by forest.
In the pre-dawn hours, they crest a hillside. And the strangest vision reveals itself to them; a sea with glowing, blue waves. Konan slows to a halt. Kisame, following, anticipates a command. She is, after all, higher ranking. The ocean roars to his left, covering up the muffled words that Konan says under her breath. All he catches is 'of the sea'.
"What's that?" He asks, looking beyond her to notice the blue phenomena himself.
Konan turns back to him, mouth hidden underneath her high collar. She doesn't wear a hitai-ate.
"Ghost lights of the sea." She repeats. "It's a children's story– a warning about following ghost lights into the water. They say the lights are the souls of drowned fishermen."
Kisame huffs. He could slay a village full of fishermen with his eyes closed. Nothing to worry about there. But Konan's reaction is different. She turns back to the sea, taking a halting step forward; debating whether or not she has time to investigate the curiosity. The look of awe in her eyes is unmistakable, almost child-like. Kisame has been mission-focused his entire life. Sight-seeing is a luxury he's never been awarded. That was in Kiri. Now it's supposed to be different. He trots ahead of Konan, leading them to the beach. Permission is something neither of them are used to giving themselves; but the sight is too enchanting to ignore.
Glittering waves lap at the shoreline; water teeming with scrambling, blue lights. Konan steps lightly, not used to feeling sand beneath her feet. Kisame does so also, but on instinct of training drilled into him until his skull broke. He bends down and scoops up a light; feeling the soft flesh of a squid. It's tiny. Five of them could easily fit in his palm. Konan looks on with caution, thinking of poison and traps and–("don't follow them into the sea").  But Kisame seems unaffected, so she mimics him and scoops one into her hand. The animal is dotted with little blue lights, chaotically blinking at her. A cry for help?
"It must be their spawning season." Kisame guesses, before popping it in his mouth.
Konan's eyes widen in surprise. Eating a ghost-light will surely curse you, right? But the look on his face says otherwise; the opposite in fact. She looks down at her own specimen, wriggling. It slips between her fingers and swims off into the sea, meeting thousands of others. 
"You know these creatures?" Konan asks, wary.
He shrugs, mouth still occupied with the morsel. "No, but I had a good guess. They're smaller than the ones in Water Country, but they look the same." Swallows. "Tastes better though."
Konan wouldn't know. Rain Country doesn't have squid. But strangely, she trusts Kisame's intuition and appetite. So she gathers a few handfuls of them, sparkling blue in her hands. To eat such a beautiful thing seems a terrible waste. 
As if sensing her hesitation, Kisame enlightens her. "They'll probably die soon anyways."
His words do little to alleviate some harbored guilt within her.
They set up a resting spot at the tree-line, listening to the ocean carry the ghost-light squids to shore. They're too small to spear and roast; and they don't have a konro; so Kisame boils them instead. The sun pierces the horizon. It's as good as any time for breakfast. Konan waits and fishes the squid out of the pot after Kisame takes his share. She eats it whole, examining the textures between her teeth. Kisame watches her, curious to see how she finds the delicacy. It's sweet and rich; briny but not overly so. Like a fat shrimp. If he looked hard enough, he'd see her blushing. For something about to die, it certainly doesn't taste like it.
When they're done, Konan puts out the fire and hides any evidence that they were there. A habit from her younger days with Yahiko and Nagato. The beach turns into rocky coastline, disappearing behind them entirely as they approach the border. Today they make for their allies in Frost Country to resupply. If they're lucky, they'll also get clues for their mission. Konan returns to the memory of the luminescent beach, wishing she could tell Yahiko. She'll have to settle for Tendo Pein instead.
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raimi · 2 years
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I was the ruthless general presiding over a conquering army. I was evil incarnate, and proud of it. The world trembled before me, for it knew I would soon bend it to my will and that of my dark master.
I was inside the body of ten year old boy doing his math homework, with none of the familiar trappings of home around me.
"Three point one four times ten..."
The boy, Sean, tapped his pencil against his—my—our lips.
"Times ten means you put a zero at the end."
He lowered the pencil to the blank, carefully writing 3.140 as his answer. Was that the answer? That didn't seem right.
Sean seemed to lose confidence in his answer as he finished writing, trailing the pencil's lead across the page. Somehow, I could tell he was wondering if he'd forgotten something. I wracked my mind, trying to think of what the right method would be.
[Move the decimal point?] I suggested after a few moments. My voice didn't come out of the lips of the body I was in, but instead echoed inside my—his—our head.
Sean perked up immediately. "Right!"
He didn't quite seem to have realized I spoke to him, but I felt a surge of satisfaction anyway as he erased the decimal and moved it over a place. I'd need to find a way to get out of this body, of course, but for the time being... I couldn't help but want to keep helping him.
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pluviacuratio · 2 months
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♣ copycat wip...
i'm re-entering my vocaloid phase... even though i never fully left. it's just becoming all-encompassing again
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mallo-person · 6 months
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Uh
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Is this what success feels like????
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frenchfrywrites · 2 years
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Me: Wow I haven’t seen anyone talk about Trey lately
Me, remembering that I’m Trey anon♣️
Anyways isn’t he sooooo dreamy? Like wow what a man, he probably fantasises of being pinned to the fridge or smth what a nerd♥︎ He’s shorter than me too I want to call him small he’s just be soooooo blushy i bet he’d try hide it too he could be my babygirl omg and like sure he’s totally stronger than me but it’s be so hot that he doesn’t want to struggle like awwww he knows his place yknow? Such a sweetheart I bet he would thank you after sex too. Making him my housewife, grabbing his ass whilst he’s baking and kissing him sweetly when I get home. Such nice tits too, luckily I can hold them for him xx maybe even bite them a little as a treat. He can have anything he wants just because he’s so cute
Ough perfect timing, I was having some Trey brainrot this morning 😳!!
I keep thinking about how much I hate (love) his dumb lil smug smirk. Imagining him teasing you a bit or being a lil bratty and doing that smirk, and you pin him against the fridge. That smirk would slide right off his face and instead he's all flushed and squirmy under you. He can get a lil bratty but he definitely knows his place, and loves being subby. I just know he'd cling to you, making you smother him with your body 🤤
I can def see him thanking you after/during sex 😭 he's a big softie and he loves telling you (and showing you) how appreciative he is.
AND OMG he'd make such a good housewife 🤤🥵 I can't help it, I'm sure I've said it before and I'll bet everyone else has too, but I love imagining him in just an apron, ready for you when you get home 🥰 best thing about Trey is that he'd try to hide how aroused he gets when you feel up his ass/tits, but he'd also totally lean into your touch and whine if you removed your hands.
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halsdaisy · 1 year
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"im just making clover so i can explore this silly au idea" them about to give me their intricate and bittersweet backstory:
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pluviacuratio-a · 2 years
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♣ i’m sorry i’ve been more absent than usual!!
i spent monday evening in the emergency room for back spasms and strange chest pain. the chest pain has since gone away, thankfully, but the spasms and pain in my back have been unrelenting. it’s kept me from going to work, and really doing much of anything outside of what i have to do to care for myself and my son. during my off hours, i’ve just been listening to audiobooks or watching anime. 
also, i just don’t have much to write rn. i have two replies to do, and two asks to answer, but that’s it. so, when i can, i’ll probably throw up an inbox call and shoot out some random asks. 
i’ll also poke people again about that plotting call i posted a while ago... maybe i’ll reblog it too.
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straponz · 1 year
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me porto bonito songfic with reader x kaeya
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lackadaisycats · 21 days
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Can't believe it's been an entire year since the LACKADAISY Pilot release. What a blur! Thank you for all of the views, comments, amazing art, writings, and support since then! It's meant so much! ❤️♣️
…and there's more in store!
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vilandel · 1 month
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Within Your Nacre
Summary It was such a rare colour, in the shade of nacre, shining differently each time Lital moved even only slightly. Fuegoleon could spend hours by just looking into her nacreous eyes.
Lost within her nacre…
A/N I've wrote this because I stumbled upon Fuegoleon bashing one day and I needed to give hims something good and fluffy, because he deserves it. It was also a good excuse to write Lital, my very first Black Clover OC.
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Fuegoleon loved his job as a Magic Knight and as a squad captain. He really did. But even he had to admit that there weren’t only good sides or advantages about it. It would have been odd if his work was just perfect, to be honest.
He cared a lot for this country, for the people living in it. He would be a bad Magic Knight captain and potential candidate to be the next Wizard King if he wouldn’t care. Even more, it was also personal. For his squad, for his siblings and his house, for his friends, his rival… and especially his beloved wife.
Lital.
Just thinking of her made Fuegoleon smile and the exhausting day of work he had behind him seemed suddenly less unnerving. Lital was wonderful, he would knew that after having loved her for ten years and won’t stop loving her.
Fuegoleon hoped that she was alright. Lital had been quite nauseous since a few days. It was probably nothing, he hoped. But he didn’t like to see the one he loved being unwell. Who would like to see their loved ones unwell, honestly?
Like him, Lital was a Magic Knight, member of the Crimson Lions, even though she only became a knight at eighteen. She had her reasons, given that she was a bastard – legitimated, but always remembered of her roots – and that she lived the first years of her life in the slums. But she was one of his best knights and even before they finally get a grip of themselves to confess their love for each other, Fuegoleon had knew that he could trust Lital, that he could count on her. It was the same the other way around.
She didn’t came to work today, due to her nausea. Instead, she decided to go see Owen. He could tell Lital what she had and once he would knew it, Fuegoleon could be able to finally taking care of her properly.
A soft hiss interrupted his train of thoughts as Fuegoleon reached his and Litals chambers within the Vermillion Palace. Today had also been quite exhausting for Salamander as well and knowing his spirit friend, he was probably impatient to get into a good fire to relax and rest.
“I’ve ordered that a fire would be done into your room. Go rest there, you can join us for dinner later.”
Salamander hissed thankfully, before he immediately flew away towards his room. People were a bit irritated that he would give a spirit his own room, but Fuegoleon didn’t care. Salamander became a friend since the day they bonded and this was what mattered to him. He owed Salamander quite as well.
Fuegoleon now moved towards his own bedroom. Well, his and Litals. He just couldn’t wait to see his wife.
And there she was, sitting in one of the armchairs, at the window, a book on her lap. Her dark purple and curly mane fell freely on her bare shoulders, with her long bangs elegantly braided out of her face. Her delicate profile, her long and slender fingers holding the book she was reading, her frame that fit so well in his arms.
Lital was for him the most beautiful woman in the world and not only on a physical level. She was also brave, calm but also passionate, truly kind-hearted despite her heavy past. Fuegoleon was so lucky to be love by her.
“Dear.”
“Fue, you’re home!”
Lital immediately let go of her book, got up and within the next second, she was embracing him. Fuegoleon hugged her back without any hesitation, careful to not burn her with his fire arm, but thankfully he had excellent control over it.
After a while, Fuegoleon let a bit go of her, to look into her gorgeous eyes. Everything about Lital was beautiful, but her eyes were simply mesmerizing. It was such a rare colour, in the shade of nacre, shining differently each time Lital moved even only slightly. Fuegoleon could spend hours by just looking into her nacreous eyes.
Lost within her nacre…
Lital was beautiful in each possible way, but her eyes were maybe Fuegoleons favourite trait of his beloved wife.
“You’re making those eyes again.”
“Those eyes?”
“Like you’re looking at me as if I’m one of the seven wonders of the world. Or maybe the eighth one. It’s kinda surprising that you’re still doing it after we are a couple for even more than a decade.”
“I can’t help myself. It is so easy and wonderful to lose myself within your nacre.”
Lital blushed while smiling. Even after ten years, she was still blushing with happiness so easily when he complimented her. Fuegoleon remembered how Lital had difficulties to accept them before they got together. And how shy they had been about their two-sided feelings at first. Without sister Theresa, they would have continued within their shyness for years.
Fuegoleon was forever grateful to his ancient mentor to have helped him with his love.
“Sorry I wasn’t able to support you today with the nobles delegation,” Lital said as she lead him towards their bed. “Vanessa couldn’t come either for Nozel. She said that the hypocrisy of the nobles might be bad for her pregnancy.”
“Maybe she is not really wrong about that,” Fuegoleon replied with an amused smile. Nozel and Vanessa were now married since not that long, something the majority of nobility was still trying to recover from. And the fact that Vanessa had been a pregnant bride. Of course, the wildest rumours had been running, but for once, nobles were trying to hold it back, more or less. Not only because Nozel and Vanessa were completely unfaced by the rumours, but also because the future baby was in their eyes a new path to enter somehow into royalty. It was a never ending story.
“That delegation was a handful, my dearest. I think even William and Kaiser were close to lose patience with those nobles and to be honest, in the end none of us had any idea about what they wanted. There were too many contradictions. Of course we refused their request and the nobles wasted hours for nothing.”
Lital put a soft peck on his cheek, a comforting touch. “I’m sorry all of you had to go through that. I know that it’s belongs to your job as captains, but that kind of duty shouldn’t even be considered as one. How was Charlotte? She is a captain too, but very pregnant. Wasn’t it too difficult for her?”
Fuegoleon chuckled. If nobles were already shocked about Nozel and his pregnant witch bride, having Charlotte doing quite the same had been probably even a bigger shock. Yami and Charlotte planned to get married in December and Charlotte would be very close to the end of her own pregnancy. It was bold, but Fuegoleon knew that if was a couple that couldn’t wait much longer, it would be those two.
“Yami and Charlotte left right after the delegation were out of the room, it had been certainly exhausting for her. But she was very proud and daring the whole ordeal. If I learned anything today, is that pregnant women can be very, very frightening sometimes.”
Lital laughed and Fuegoleon couldn’t help but feel a wave of love wash over his heart at the sight. While living her first years in the slums, his dear wife had gained a very strong endurance, but she always kept a kind heart and joy. Her stepmother, who took her out of poverty and raised her as her own child, also made sure of that.
But still, Lital was also very able to be frightening when she wanted to. She was even able to not be afraid of Mereoleona.
How much he loved her and was proud of her.
Litals laughing calmed down, there were even happy tears at the corner of her eyes. How beautiful it looks within her nacre, especially when the last sunlight fell on it.
“You seem fine, Lital. Did Owen give you something against your nausea?”
“Oh, about that, darling…”
Lital didn’t stop smiling, but now she was blushing, almost nervous and excited, maybe? There was some special shine, one he never seen before. And only Heavens knew how learned each shade of Litals nacreous eyes by heart.
Fuegoleon frowned. Was something wrong? Probably not, he would have knew and Lital never hid important secrets from him. He saw her holding her belly, as if it was something precious…
Wait a minute!!
“You are… We’re going… I’m going… We will have a baby?”
“Yes!”
Fuegoleon was frozen, he was shocked of course. But there weren’t any doubts or fear in his mind and his heart. Just joy, growing joy.
He almost couldn’t believe it. But only almost.
A child… They were having a baby, he would become a father…
Of course they had talked about it, of course it had been in his mind. Of course he wanted children, to have a family on his own. But they hadn’t planned it yet, they were only married since this spring.
Was this really that important? Of course not. Nozel and Vanessa or Yami and Charlotte were becoming parents as well, their situations had even been way more complicated than his own. But the four of them were still happy to have babies.
And this kind of happiness was exactly what Fuegoleon was feeling right now.
“When?”
“According to Owen, our child might be born at the end of April or the start of May. We still have some time. But yes, my nausea and the fact that I couldn’t handle your grandfather’s strong cologne was due to… that.”
Fuegoleon couldn’t hold himself anymore, he pulled Lital into a tight hug. “Thank you, my darling. Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me? I’m not the only who will become a parent, you know.”
“But I’m so blessed to have you. You and the little one,” Fuegoleon smiled, stroking her belly slowly. Their child was in there, already loved.
Fuegoleon softly cupped his wife’s face, looking lovingly into the shining nacre of her irises, before pulling Lital into a deep and slow kiss, putting in it all his love for her and for their still unborn child.
Yes, he couldn’t be more blessed right now.
A few months later, at the last of April, Fuegoleon and Lital Vermillion became parents of a strong, adorable baby girl, who had her mother’s nacreous eyes and her fathers red hair, plus the special red eyelines which was so typical of the Vermillion fire siblings.
They gave her the name Esclarmonde.
Esclarmonde Vermillion.
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object-writing · 1 year
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sorry for not getting to the requests burn out hit like a train again ill try to get to them soon!!
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dyshonor · 2 years
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aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ? !!
-- GRIEF IS SOMETHING that Randal has trouble acknowledging. For quite a long time, the only things he lost were, in the grand scheme of things, menial in value - and he could probably just get them back again later, anyhow. A mansion, good food, the company of lovers: all of these things came and went so easily for him that the moments started to blur.
Grief, then, started to become a result of this 'blur'. When everything slipped away and came back just as easily, there was little to look forward to. Little meaning.
He learned what 'grief' really was for him when he met the Cipher characters and lost them, too. The phrase 'it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all' really, truly makes him scoff.
" It probably would have been better if I had never met them at all, " he might muse on some night, as he stares at yet another unfamiliar ceiling that'll crumble and fall before he does. " They never could have left me if so. "
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the-bar-sinister · 10 months
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mallo-person · 8 months
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I need to see more self insert pikmin stuff
Not reader insert stuff, I wanna see y'all's original characters / sona's in a written story :(
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