#Shine The Lantern Cat

[bluepoodle7]

#Sonicocs #Zetioc #Silverfishoc #PurpleFrogoc #ZonkTheZeti #ShelldonTheSilverfish #VioletThePurpleFrog #ShineTheLanternCat #MyArt

This is Zonk the Zeti and he is a golden skinned zeti. He uses his Zeti powers to levitate metal items and he makes weapons or machinery. He is friends with Shelldon the Silverfish and Violet with Shine.

Zonk is the Flying, Shelldon is Speed, and Violet is the Power. Shelldon has a pink tongue and he also eats paper also book bindings. He wears a green track suit with brown stripes with silver swirls. He has black eyes.

Violet's outfit is brown dark green dress with black squares and blue water symbols. She also is wearing brown spiked gauntlets to catch fish with her hands. She also just wears sandals and has a gold belt with a silver belt buckle.

Shine has black fur with purple and green designs. She also has a blue light on her angler. She wears a brown ribbon on her brush like tail with a water symbol like Violet's. Shine is a lantern cat which is like a angler fish but cat. She can float and be invisible/faze out.

Violet the purple frog has a crush on Big the Cat. You have a mini game where you need to find Shine in a noodling or handfishing minigame since Shine teleports to random places.

#Sonic ocs #Zeti oc #Silverfish oc #PurpleFrog oc #Zonk The Zeti #Shelldon The Silverfish #Violet The Purple Frog #Shine The Lantern Cat #My Art

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 1: Starting from Pumpkins

Narrated by Momo.

Narrator: Decorations of bats on the wall, spider webs around the street lights, and ghosts in the yard... Halloween’s coming.

Narrator: Nikki is looking at Halloween snacks. The colorful candies make my mouth water, but Nikki is taking notes seriously!

Narrator: Is this how all designers act?

Narrator: Oh, the doorbell rang!

Courier: You’ve got a parcel.

Narrator: The orange package is tied with a black ribbon. Hahaha, it looks like a big pumpkin.

Nikki: Eh, it’s from Loen.

Momo: It seems to be a thoughtful present. Open it!

Narrator: I rub my paws expectantly. I’m surprised when Nikki takes out a pumpkin.

Narrator: Sure enough, I can’t expect too much from this guy!

Nikki: It looks like a pumpkin mask. And here’s a card.

Nikki: Nikki, Momo, I happened to get this during my mission. It fits Momo. You’re welcome. Happy Halloween. Loen.

Choose either “Wow! It’s for Momo!” or “It’s not an accident.”

If “wow,” ...

You: Wow! It’s for Momo!

Narrator: Humph, he promised to send me dried meat.

If “accident,” ...

You: It’s no accident that the size is just right.

Momo: You’re giving him too much credit. It’s not what you think!

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Nikki: What a cute mask. Momo, do you want to try it on?

Momo: It doesn’t quite match my handsome appearance. But sure.

Narrator: The feeling of a dried pumpkin is weird. As I put it on, my fluffy hair immediately fills the little mask.

Narrator: It’s a bit small for me! I try to pull it off, but I’m stuck! Help!

Momo: Nikki! [Your Name]! It’s going to make me dumb!

Narrator: The moment I get rid of the mask, fresh air pours into my nose. I’m saved.

Narrator: The culprit has a big smile, which makes me angrier. I’m going to make you roasted pumpkin with barbecue!

Narrator: Humph. I take out the phone, open Moments, and type, “What does roasted pumpkin with barbecue taste like?” Send!

Choose either “The post doesn’t sound angry at all” or “It must be sweet.”

If “angry,” ...

You: The post doesn’t express your anger at all.

Narrator: It implies that I’m furious!

If “sweet,” ...

You: Roasted pumpkin with barbecue must be sweet.

Momo: How could you be as apathetic as Loen?

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Nikki: Momo, there may be other ways to use the mask.

Narrator: What other functions will this thing have?

Narrator: Nikki picks it up and examines it carefully. Then, she takes out a candle from the drawer.

Narrator: After a while, candlelight flickers in the pumpkin mask. Wow, it became a jack-o’-lantern!

Choose “Make something else with it.”

You: Maybe we can make something else with it, like a decoration.

Momo: Wait, I got an idea! Let me see...

Narrator: I remember Nikki put the leftover straps in the box under the sofa last time... Found it! I can make a satchel.

Nikki: Momo, this is your first design.

Narrator: The pumpkin bag with a grinning face looks cute. What a good design!

Narrator: It’s done. It’s worth posting on Moments!

Narrator: What’s going on with these red dots? I just posted it and got so many reposts and comments.

Passerby A: “The hand-made bag is so cute! Great design.”

Passerby B: “Amazing! Never thought a barbecue blogger could make designs!”

Passerby C: “It must be a Halloween series. I want to see other designs.”

Narrator: A design blogger sounds cool.

Narrator: As well as being an internet celebrity cat, I can also become an internet celebrity designer.

Narrator: If I upload more designs, I will become a new internet celebrity designer with millions of followers.

Choose either “...Is it that easy?” or “Give it a try.”

If “easy,” ...

You: ...Designing does not seem to be an easy task.

Narrator: Can’t you just let me imagine my future? I’m serious. I want to become a designer.

If “try,” ...

You: That’s great! You can give it a try. Nikki and I will help you.

Narrator: In fact, I have always dreamed of being a designer worthy of Nikki!

--

Narrator: I will take the first step to become a designer by completing more designs in a Halloween series.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

#momo #shining nikki #pumpkin witch #chapter 1 #ssr designer #mask #prank #trick or treat #transcript #starting from pumpkins #first design #halloween #jack o lantern #creativity #internet celebrity #cat

[internettrawler]

Pallas cat is not pleased about her transformation into a lantern.

#shine bright #Pallas cat #lanterns

[bedoballoons]

Hello again it's the anon whom asked for a shinobu reader 🤭

I almost ran out of headcanons i luv so maybe our genshin hybrid bois with a hybrid!reader just like them

I mean a dog!reader for gorou or a fox!reader for nari, a dragon reader for zhongli n neuvillette(how do y'all spell his name) maybe a adepti!reader for xiao

etc

-💤 (being an new anon 😋)

Hiya!! Welcome to the anon squad (sorry this is a little late)!! I absolutely LOVE this idea!!! I've never written a hybrid reader before so this was super exciting, I hope you enjoy! Also I hope you don't mind but I included Lyney with a cat hybrid!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Hybrid reader~༺}

CW: Fluffy and a little flirty, hybrid reader! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, Gorou: Honey, Neuvillette: Mon amour,

(Includes: Lyney, Gorou, Zhongli, Tighnari, Xiao, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney tipped his hat to you, a small smirk playing on his lips when he held up one of his cards and magically turned it into a rainbow rose, holding it out for you to take, "You look gorgeous as ever mon chérie." You rolled your eyes playfully and accepted his gift, walking up close to him so your tail could run along underside of his chin, making him swoon like a lovesick puppy while your purred in his ear, "You look fairly handsome yourself magician boy~"

He sighed, unable to respond as a blush crawled onto his cheeks and his doe eyes stared at you almost blankly, you couldn't help but giggle at him, running your hand up his chest and leaning close to his face to whisper against his lips, "Whats the matter Lyney...cat got your tongue?"

𑁍༄Gorou:

You smiled happily at Gorou, your tail wagging with excitement as he walked up to you with a big grin and a handful of wildflowers, his eyes shining with love for you. "You're home! You spent way to much time in Inazuma city! Next time I'm coming with you!" You shouted to him, giving up waiting at the door and running to him full speed, his arms open for you to jump into. "I missed you too honey!" He laughed, holding you tightly as he spun you both around for a second and gave you one of his special kisses that made your heart race.

You pulled away to inspect him, grabbing his face gently to make sure there weren't any injuries anywhere while chuckled at your antics, "Honey I'm okay I promise!" He embraced you again, giving you soft butterfly kisses while your tails swayed in harmony...you had missed him so much.

𑁍༄Zhongli:

You'd cuddled into Zhonglis warmth, feeling his sharp nails gently graze your scalp while he ran his fingers through your hair, his tail wrapped around yours to the point they could actually get tangled, but you weren't worried...you could stay with him in that spot for thousands of years, in fact it sounded beautiful, "Zhongli, let's stay like this forever. We can enjoy eachothers presence and watch the sunrise...the sunset, never bothered by anyone, just you and me."

"Perhaps one day, for now I'm afraid I still have duties to uphold in Liyue...lantern rites to attend, stories to tell...this geo dragon has more to do before he can rest fully." You nodded, already knowing that would be his answer, still you could dream about that one day...the day the two of you would go to rest together in your special spot and never leave.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Your ears twitched along with Tighnaris while the two of you treaded through the forest, the beautiful sounds of nature all around you and your senses on alert for any threats to the wildlife,...or from the wildlife. "Nari, why are we out here again? It seems a bit denser urrgh...then what we usually walk through, oh oww." You struggled to speak as you got tangled up in vines, a thorned one wrapped around your fluffy tail.

"I got word there was a new type of plant in the area with incredible medicinal properties, I had no idea it would be so overgrown though....how did you even do this?" He chuckled at the sight of you and carefully set you free, touching your tail softly to make sure there wasn't any long lasting injuries. "Nari, next walk we take a path."

𑁍༄Xiao:

You appeared next to Xiao, the moonlight almost illuminating him as he stared out across the sea, thinking about his feelings for you...what they meant, how they came to be...if they could continue. He'd never experienced something like this...especially with another adepti, one he admired so much, "Killing demons...comes easily to me. Taking care of monsters...dealing with my Karmic debt, I'm even beginning to understand humans but over two-thousand years and the idea of love...still confuses me. I don't...know how to be what I want to for you...what you want me to be."

You sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at the stars as a breeze brushed your cheek, "I don't want you to be anything but yourself Xiao..., the conqueror of demons, the one who sacrifice himself to save everyone else. Just be you and my love will never waver." Your words still didn't clear up all his confusion, but they calmed him enough to place a kiss on top of your head...ready to start a whole new journey with you.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You smiled up at the sky for a moment, taking out your umbrella as light rain started to fall and dark clouds rumbled with quiet thunder. A storm was brewing and you could only assume it was Neuvillettes doing...the old hydro dragon, what had got him feeling down this time?

You made your way through the crowds of people, all of them trying their best to not get wet while you splashed in puddles and embraced the beautiful weather, finishing your walk right in front of the Chief of justices door. You knocked a couple times, humming the lullaby about Neuvillette as you waited for him to answer. "Neuvillette, please let me in...from one dragon to another, we both know you need some comforting."

You didn't even get a chance to say hello as he pulled you into his office and hugged you tightly, gentle tears leaving wet spots on your shoulder while you sighed. "What happened?" You rubbed his back, the two of you feeling comfortable enough to let some of your dragon features show, like your tails that intertwined together and the star shaped pupils in your eyes that looked up at him will love. "So many things mon amour...thank you...for being here for me."

"There's no need to thank me, I will always be here when you need me."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

#lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyneyfluff #lyney headcanons #lyney genshin #gorou x reader #gorou x you #gorou headcanons #gorou fluff #gorou genshin impact #zhongli fluff #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli headcanons #zhongli genshin impact #tighnari genshin #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari headcanons #tighnari fluff #genshin neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x you #neuvilletteheadcanons #xiao genshin impact #xiao fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao headcanons

[itzvintagevibez]

Satisfied

A Lady Lesso Fanfiction based on the Hamilton song 'Satisfied'.

16 years old:

An Ever and a Never relationship was the most down-looked and revolting thing that could ever happen, it was also strictly forbidden. For decades, centuries and millennials having a scenario whereby an evil fell for good or vice versa had never happened before and everyone thought it was best to leave it at that. However, that changed when two adolescents; Y/n and Leonora met one evening in the garden.

"Who are you?" Y/n inquired at the redhaired girl who sat behind a large tree with a book in hand. If she hadn't decided to go around the garden she would easily missed the girl. "Lesso, Leonora Lesso. Who are you?" The redhaired girl looked up to girl standing in front of her, she couldn't make out what her face looked like cause of how dark it was. "My name is Y/n White," the redhead raises an eyebrow even-though she knew the girl probably wouldn't have noticed. "So you're the daughter of the honoured Snow White?" Y/n made a faint laugh before realizing that what the girl said wasn't a compliment and more of sarcasm.

Slightly frowning she asked, "Who are your parents? Is it Merida?". Leonora made a fake gasp and replied with, "Wow, what gave it away? My red hair?" She scoffed before continuing, "I'm not from this magical world, Princess." Perplexed with the new information that Y/n learned she inquired the redhead, "What do you mean?" "I'm from an outside world called Gavaldon."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know, all I remember is being carried by a charcoal black and crimson red shadow which brought me to the school of evil."

"Wait- you're a Never?"

"Do I look like an Ever?"

Y/n fell silent before saying, "Well...I don't know, I can't see your face in this darkness, how were you even reading?" Leonora uses her finger glow to make a purple light beam shine from her index finger. "Fair enough, you have a really beautiful finger glow by the way." Y/n stated still mesmerized by the lavender-purple. Leonora only silently murmured a 'thank you' before making a lantern appear and holding it up so she and the girl before her could see their surroundings.

Before Leonora could ask about the girl's finger glow, her eyes darted to the Evergirl's face and she went mute, mesmerized with the girl's beauty. The girl's eyes were complement well with the light from the lantern and her skin shined underneath it too. The girl was wearing a beautiful, beige ankle length dress that held her hips well. Leonora's cheeks tinted as she felt embarrassed for feeling what she felt for the girl's stunning appearance.

"Leonora, are you okay? You were gonna say something till you stopped, if there something behind me?" Y/n asked as she quickly turned behind her but was met with nothing but a bush whose leaves swayed with the breeze. Coming to her senses Leonora shook her head and looked at Y/n's eyes and used them as a focus point to prevent herself from staring down at the girl's plump lips.

"I wanted to ask you, what colour your finger glow is." Y/n elegantly lifted her right index finger and a white light beamed. "See, it's basic," she stated before closing her fingers into a palm to form a fist. "Maybe so, but it's also a good thing for your finger glow to be that colour," Leonora exclaimed as her voice softened a bit as well as the gaze she had on the girl. "Why do you say so?" Leonora uses her magic to keep the lantern up by itself and went down to pick up her book and showed the girl, a page she was previously reading which had a black cat image as the bookmark. "Here it states that: Anyone whose finger glow beams that of a white colour, means that they are pure of heart."

"That sounds, pretty cool actually." Y/n stated, a bit taken-a-back by the news but also amazed by it. The two girls went silent and awkwardly looked around their surroundings, watching as leaves on the ground would be blown away by the wind, how beautifully the moon's light shone on both of their schools, giving that of good a stunning appearance and evil a horrifying one.

"It's getting late, I have to get back to my school or else my dean will sit me down in an isolated room and be at neck with an axe." Leonora said breaking the unpleasant silence with an unpleasant statement.

"Why would they do that? That's...that's-"

"Evil?' Leonora cut her mid-sentence already knowing what she wanted to say and she only shrugged her shoulders. "It's the punishment that Nevers who disobey our dean's rules undergo in, and one of rules is to be in our respective dorms during curfew hours." "I guess I need to go too, my roommate will be the one at my neck but with her hands, bombarding me with her numerous questions." Y/n said, smiling at the thought of how she'd have to explain to her friend why she was late.

"That sounds, not Ever like," Leonora stated dumbfounded by the way Y/n describe her friend. "No, no- you misunderstood. Clarissa is an Ever at heart it's just that when she gets mad she tends to be a bit...scary and extra." Leonora sighs before putting one hand out for Y/n to shake, and Y/n happily accepted. After contemplating her next move, Y/n decided to embrace Leonora in a warm hug. The redhead's cheeks flush a deep red and she kept her gaze on the ground when Y/n pulls away. "Well...goodnight Leonora." The redhead's attention was caught by the mentioning of her name as she looked up to lock us with stunning girl before her. "Evilnight...Y/n."

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18 years old:

After the two girls' little interaction that night, they began having secret meetings in that same garden. They knew that what they were doing was risky, as it would jeopardize their reputations, mainly Y/n's since she was an Ever and the daughter of one of the most beloved Queens in all of fairy-tale history. However, the two girls cared for each other, adored one another...they were in love.

It was the week of the Evers Ball and Y/n was hoping to have Leonora as her date. It was also the year of their graduations so she wanted to end her last year of schooling breaking the forbidden rule and be able to openly express her love for her girlfriend. She knew Leonora would decline going though, she didn't like such events and she was also scared of getting caught and people having a more negative reaction to their relationship.

"Nora, please," Y/n begged. They were in their favourite spot of the garden, Leonora was sketching images of a tree with an apple as Y/n sat beside her with her hand laying lazily on the redhead's shoulder. Leonora sighed before she slightly turned her head to her girlfriend's and kissed the top of her forehead. "Sorry, my love, but I just can't and you know why." Y/n pouted her lips as she removed her head from her girlfriend's shoulder. Leonora looked at her with a soft smile, adoring how beautiful she looked upset, she leaned in and kissed her pouted lips trying to turn her frown upside down, which successfully worked as Y/n returned the passionate kiss and place her hands on the redhead's cheeks and caressed them delicately.

Eventually they parted but not a lot as their lips still partially brushed against one another. "I wish, that stupid rule didn't exist." Leonora spoke out. "I don't wanna have to see those revolting princes flirt you and ask you to be theirs." Y/n lets out a dry laugh. "You mean their dates to the ball?" Leonora shakes her head, "I mean, romantically, I've seen some of your male friends confess to you and wish for you to be their girlfriend." The redhead's eyes become a bit teary and she looks away trying to hide it, her tears, sadness, anger and jealousy. Y/n uses her index finger to turn her girlfriend's head to face her once more as she wipes a tear that falls on her lover's cheek. With a soft smile she says, "Then I assume that you've also seen me regret them all the time and cut ties with them. Nora, I will always choose you, you know why? It's cause I love you. And only you, whether or not we get caught, I will always want you, I'll stick with you till the end. Okay?" The redhead embraces Y/n in a tight hug and Y/n didn't mind that she was lacking oxygen, she would only occasionally get to see Leonora this vulnerable because she's always been taught to hind her emotions, so I'm not risking any chance to see her express herself.

Leonora decided to attend the Ever's ball as Y/n date, no matter how frightened and anxious she was about it. She loved Y/n and would do anything for her just as much as Y/n would do the same. Both girls have gone through other great lengths for another and going public about their love for one another would be the biggest one yet, as Y/n thought. But little did she know that the biggest sacrifice made would be by her.

On the night of the Ever's ball, Y/n stood in front of the mahogany doors of the hall, panicking. Around her was The Headmaster, her Dean of Good and Leonora's Dean of Evil. Their planned failed...miserably. Y/n and Leonora had entered the ballroom, hand-in-hand. All the Ever students, professors and the dean were mortified. They knew Leonora was a Never, from her black suit attire and cause was infamous in both schools for her mischievous behaviour. Leonora was immediately attacked by the fairies who tried to escort her off campus but she fought them off, the Dean decided to take matters into their own hands and blocked both of the girls out of the ballroom using a shield spell. Which lead them to the current situation they were in.

"What were you thinking?!" The Headmaster bellowed, his hands making extravagate movement causing Y/n to flinch. "We wanted to show everyone that there's nothing with feeling a romantic attraction to the Nevers as Evers," I exclaimed. The Dean of Evil looked down at Leonora who stood beside me. "Miss Lesso, where you apart of this?" They inquired the redhead who only smirked and said, "No." Y/n stared at her the girl beside her, dumbfounded by her answer, she tried to speak but the words got caught up in her tongue as she stammered a little 'What?' underneath her breath but loud enough for her girlfriend to hear.

"I was using her," Leonora stated confidently with her dirty smirk still attached to her face as she walked over to her Dean proudly. "She told me that she was in love with me and I thought it was revolting, but...I realized something, the daughter of the beloved Snow White...claims to like me romantically, this could work well in my favour. So I decided to swallow my pride and tell her a false 'I love you' so that I could have utter control over her." The Dean of Evil raised his eyebrow, impressed by her scheme while Y/n could only watch and listen in betrayal.

She recalled back to the first month of which they started dating, Leonora would occasionally ask Y/n for money and always exclaimed that it was for her to get potions she needed for her exams, or medication for a fever she had and Y/n would always give her the money she wanted. They started off simple at fifty golden coins, then they escalated to hundred, two hundred and fifty, three hundred and next thing Y/n was giving away over a thousand dollars to Leonora.

"I sucked out every dime, penny, quarter and dollar that I could get out of her and she willingly gave me every time cause she thought I 'loved her' as much as she did for me. I could never love someone, especially a filthy Ever such as herself." Leonora finally finished her little rant and her Dean merely laughed out loud and applauded her for the purely wicked things she did. "Why would you all of this?" Y/n inquired the redhaired who turned to look at her with a hint of disgust in her face. Y/n tried looking for a hint that Leonora was lying to her and everyone but she couldn't find none of it, not even in her eyes. And everyone knows that; eyes don't lie.

"It's simple Miss White, I don't like you, I never did. Did you really think that I'd care enough for you? I guess you must've not seen that page in the book I showed you all those years ago. "What do you mean? What page?" Leonora lifted up her right index finger and a dark purple light beamed. "I told you that your white light symbolized pure heart, remember?" Y/n eagerly nodded her head wanting to get to the bottom of the redhead's scheme. "Right next to that page was one that talked about a dark purple light, it stated; A person whose finger glow is a dark colour of any kind, it symbolizes that the person has a heart of Pure Evil." She ended her statement proudly, her iconic smile still on her face. "Don't be so down on yourself though, I did play my act extremely well."

"No kidding," I scoffed. All emotions of betrayal, heartbreak, sadness, and anger were all mixed up within Y/n. The Dean of Good finally spoke up and told the Dean of Evil to leave the building and return to their school with Leonora. Y/n tried to defend herself but it was no use, both the Dean and Headmaster believed Leonora's case and refused to listen to your reasoning. The next day, Y/n was expelled from the school however she still got her graduation certificate but didn't get to walk on the stage and wasn't even invited to the graduation ceremony. Her parents were ashamed by her actions and she was forced to marry a Prince by the name Arthur.

Y/n didn't even try to convince her parents to change their minds, she felt as if she deserved it. It was her fault for trusting evil, people were right about her...she was just as naïve as her mother. During the day of her wedding, she reunited with an old friend of hers, Clarissa Dovey. Y/n felt embarrassed seeing her best friend, thinking she'd feel ashamed that of her actions but she was wrong to her delight. Clarissa embraced Y/n in her arms telling her how much she missed her and would always be by her side, even with the scandal she went through. Y/n tried to convince her otherwise but Clarissa refused to listen she promised to be with her and Y/n only tightened the hug and let her tears cascade down her cheeks.

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37 years old:

Years passed by and everything went back to normal, people merely only talked about Y/n's affair as a fairy-tale and it soon became a forgotten topic. Fortunately for Y/n, the Ministry of the magic world uplifted the rule after the an incident happened when two girls from a small town came to the Schools of Good and Evil and coincidentally made both schools merge together. Y/n could help but send a mental 'thank you' to the two girls even though they returned back to their home. Her dream finally came true, good and evil were one. When the news broke out, at first people were hesitate but sooner everyone got used to it. Y/n's husband, King Arthur, confessed to her that although he loved her, he was in love with his ex-boyfriend who he had to break up with to protect their secret. Y/n felt happy for her now ex-husband, she actually did enjoy their marriage as to her surprise, he was kind, empathetic, smart and overall a true prince. They became good friends through their marriage and after their divorce they were best friends, both of them felt free even though they didn't mind being tied to one another.

King Arthur left the palace to Y/n to which she was grateful for and they didn't have any kids during their marriage because they didn't feel comfortable doing so and weren't even sexually attracted to one another so they wouldn't have a chance to enjoy it and they were both virgins and wanted their first times to be with someone they loved.

A month after the divorce, Y/n was living in her palace with her white cat, Snowy and her white rabbit, Frosty. She was accompanied with some guards and maids cause she couldn't clean and the house was too big to clean by herself in the first place. Y/n was in her bedroom talking with Frosty as Snowy laid on her lap asleep. One of the maids then entered her room after knocking handing her a letter sent from her best friend: Clarissa Dovey.

She excitedly opened, she didn't have any friends apart from her pets, Arthur and Clarissa so she was always giddy when she'd receive a letter from her two human friends. The letter was a wedding invitation to Clarissa's wedding. Clarissa had been talking about a person who she met and couldn't but feel attracted too and wrote to Y/n for advice at most times and Y/n was always happy to help her. The person she loved made her happy and that was enough for Y/n. However when she read the invitation, she choked on her coffee and stared at the letter, heartbroken.

Clarissa...was marrying Leonora.

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[pandoa]

"what a waste of a lovely night"

circumstances leave you stuck with leona on a night with sights made for romance. shame you and the prince have no interests in each other in that way, though. right?

~leona kingscholar x gender neutral reader~ based and inspired by la la land's "a lovely night" scene !!

i basically just wrote leona and the reader into mia and sebastian's parts in this scene from la la land lol. can you tell i'm going through brainrot?

“Just so you know, you’re not my type.”

Reluctantly grumbling into the setting sky of the streets in the Isle of Sages, Leona Kingscholar had walked on carefully—making sure to keep a safe distance away from you—as an irritated tone tainted his voice. The gentle, yellow glow of a nearby lamp had illuminated onto the both of you as you and the beastman had tread along the pathway created by a resting neighborhood. Stars had begun to peek from the dimming stratosphere, leaves of trees surrounding you had waltzed with a small breeze gliding it into a lyrical sway, even the lights of homes miles away from you had sparked in a soft luminescence that complimented the gleaming of the lamppost beside you. The night had been perfect. Well, up until you had regrettably bumped into the Savanaclaw housewarden, that is. Seriously, how did you two end up at the same exact places at the same exact times? It’s happened before and was completely uncanny at this point. You had grown tired of this sick joke with fate. Turning to Leona, you proceeded to give him a sour look as you both had followed the path back to the college after spending the hours of daylight on your own separate adventures. Lamenting quietly on your own, you found that all you wished to do was return to Night Raven and forget that this night had ever happened.

But that would be proven difficult if you and Leona had both been traveling towards the same place, yes?

A sarcastic scoff escaped your mouth at the arrogant man’s assumptions. “Really?” defensively shooting an arm up to your chest, another arm had crossed with your other in retaliation, “Cocky for you to assume that I want anything to do with you, Kingscholar. I think I’ll be the one to make that call.” 

Leona dryly laughed at your comment as he caught sight of your own gaze pointed directly at his form. Your eyes trailed from top to bottom, appearing to be deeply analyzing the housewarden, as he took note of the way you had never failed to maintain a stable reach away from him—close enough to acknowledge that you both were walking together, but not so close that your shoulders would gradually touch. The third year’s head had turned away from your glances, smirking to himself as he still felt your eyes following his, “Then quit staring. Didn’t whoever raised you tell you to never stare at people? It’s rude.”

“Oh, my apologies,” you breathed, teasingly poking at the man’s shoulder, “I was just glaring at that wrinkled polyester suit of yours. Didn’t whoever raised you say to never take a cat nap in the middle of nowhere?”

Leona halted at a bench, deadpanning at the banter he had enabled himself, “... It’s wool.”

“Whatever.”

A strangely peaceful silence then befell each of you as you rested your exhausted feet at the pathway’s concrete bench. The sky above had shown off colors of pink, scarlet, rose, orange, and gold, all while being dim enough for it to not overshadow the lights of the isle’s villages. Lanterns scattered all over the land and left a silver shine that stretched to the shores of the island. Constellations shimmered like diamonds trapped in the atmosphere. The moon became an enigma of fluorescent rays among the trees of the empty streets. A perfect view crafted just for two.

“The sky really is pretty tonight,” you sighed aloud, gaping at the plethora of shades within the nightfall. “Shame I’m stuck with you of all people, though. Sights like these are made to create feelings for lovey-dovey couples, y’know,” you added as a matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either, (Y/n),” the lion-like prince snarked back. If you were going to act that way, then so would he. He held a burning hate for you anyway, so there was simply no trouble for him to do so. 

Although the unnoticeable tinge of rose that formed on the man’s cheeks said otherwise.

With the only sound playing through the night being the lively owls perched on numerous branches, another moment of silence crossed you and Leona as the two of you had watched the sights unraveling before you. Leona had sat beside you by now, and you felt an unusual pull at the depths of your heart as a nervous sweat started to form from the way he carelessly scooted closer to you—with your gaze looking anywhere but Leona’s way.

The third year, trying to swiftly shake off an odd fluttering sensation within his own stomach, then arched his body back and yawned, feigning relaxation, “You feeling anything?”

“Fortunately, no.” A warm shade of heat proceeded to flow to your face. 

Leona then brought his attention back to the glistening lights of dusk, stars reflecting back to the irises of his eyes, “Right. Same here.”

“It’s just a waste of a lovely night.”

a/n: the more i write for leona, the more i start to think whether i'm just in denial when i say i don't like him-

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #gender neutral reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona twisted wonderland #leona twst #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #savanaclaw #♢the scribe♢

[missyourflight]

warm and real and bright

little tangled au snippet for lovely em @powerful-owl 💖✨

There’s a little orange cat in the corner of the town square. Max bends to say hello, stretching his fingers for it to sniff at. The cat rubs its warm head against his palm, making a small mewing sound, and Max looks up to see Daniel standing there with his hand out.

“Come on,” he says. “I found us a great spot.”

Max helps him push the boat out from the shore, the two of them laughing as they get it going and scramble to jump in. Daniel rows them out to the middle of the lake and they float there, watching the sun set over the castle.

Max had only seen castles like that in books before; he spent half the afternoon leading Daniel all around the wall of it, pointing out the turrets and the watchtowers and the crenellations, exclaiming over the stone lions, pretending to roar beside them.

“That mane of yours,” Daniel had said, shaking his head.

The sun has set, the sky heavy purple with twilight. 

“Any minute now,” Daniel says, eyebrows lifting, and something inside Max is fluttering with anticipation.

As they watch, a single lantern floats up from the castle. Max holds his breath, and after a moment others rise to join it, like a flurry of leaves lifted by the wind.

Soon every part of the sky seems to be filled with lanterns, every way Max cranes to look.

“When I was little I always thought these were for me,” he tells Daniel, his head tipped right back.

“Bit conceited,” Daniel says, and when Max turns to grin at him he’s pulling a lantern out from under the seat. “Happy birthday, Max,” he says.

Daniel can’t get the flint to strike, a shake in his hand, so Max helps him, and they light it together, release it into the sky.

Max can’t believe it. When he was in the tower he could never have imagined this, the smooth stretch of the lake, their small bright light lifting with all the others. But the tower seems so far away, his father – he doesn’t want to think about that now.

Max thinks about what he’s feeling: about the shape of Daniel curled up sleeping on the other side of the campfire, the way he looked when Max’s hair started to glow underwater, his face. How his voice cracks when he sings; how he’s the only person to ever show Max anything under the sky.

“Daniel,” Max says, and moves, lurching forward so quickly that he almost capsizes the boat.

“Steady!”

Daniel throws his arms out to balance them, water lapping roughly up their sides then gentling. “There we go,” he says. “Stable as a table.”

Max is on his knees on the wooden slats of the boat. His cheeks are hot.

“Thank you for showing me this,” he says.

Daniel’s shoulder lifts, a small movement. “You’re welcome.” Daniel’s face always makes so many expressions, but now he’s just looking at Max, eyes warm and dark.

“Daniel,” Max says again. He leans in – slowly, this time – and Daniel’s leaning too, the boat perfectly balanced on the water, a thousand soft lights perfect in the sky around them, Daniel’s mouth fitting against his, Daniel’s hands in the weight of his hair, Max’s heart shining like a lantern.

#emfest2023 #tumblr fic #333 #max/daniel #f1 #ty sarah for looking over this!! #not getting into the tangled hair specifics of it all but either: past his shoulders like the beast as a human man Or #braid situation tucked down the back of his shirt due to Shame etc

[linnoya-writes]

Zutara Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers Alter-Egos Forbidden-Romance AU (part II)

It was Zuko's idea, to write the first letter.

It had arrived to the Southern Water Tribe by a very cold and shivering messenger hawk, folded by wax stamp of a blue theatrical demon mask nobody had recognized. Nobody, except Katara, and she tried to keep her pounding heart from giving herself and her childhood friend away.

In the years that they had been allies, Katara only recalled the Fire Nation sending messenger hawks to the arctic tundra under dire circumstances (an island's epidemic in need of more healers, a village's drought in desperate need for ice)... and so she noticed the brilliance of her friend's gesture easily. How, in spite of their feuding nations, there was no need to let an innocent creature freeze to death by being turned away as soon as it arrived.

It was Sokka who read the content of the letter. "Her name is Caiduri. She likes fish." Their father had been with the tribal council, and so Sokka was left to decipher the significance of this letter and the writer. "We're supposed to keep this enemy bird?" Sokka deduced. But Katara jumped in immediately to calm Caiduri's annoyed ruffling of feathers, and the bird seemed to find a home on the girl's pelted arm. "She's not our enemy! She's sweet. And she should stay with us until the summer solstice." That meant they would have the bird for months, and Sokka shook his head in disbelief.

"Dad's not gonna like this."

"Well, Dad doesn't have a choice, does he?" She smirked at her brother knowingly.

"Yeah. Well don't get too attached to it. Once it goes back, it's not coming back here."

"It's a she, stupid." But Sokka had already left their hut before he could hear that. Katara groaned, but then yelped as the bird started nipping at her ear. And it hit her that she suddenly had something to take care of-- something else, anyway.

After feeding her the last scraps of their salmon dinner, Katara took Caiduri out with a lantern towards the snowy forest that encompassed the tribal village-- a forest that sang of screeching snowy owl-cats and howling distant polar bear-wolves. The girl had grown accustomed to these sounds, they didn't phase her anymore... but the bird perched on her shoulder trembled from all of the new.

"Don't worry-- you're safe here." Katara reassured, grazing the birds' feathers with a finger. "I just want you to see what I've been working on since the summer."

The little lantern light directed Katara towards a centuries-old pine tree, its trunk leaning back as if basking in the blanket of stars. The tree was as thick as the Fire Nation eastern redwoods that Katara had seen as a child... and it was that memory that had granted her the idea: a tree that thick must have a village of roots underneath, so vast, it can bring up soil a good distance away. And so Katara had searched for a cavern... a bungalow... any place where animals had long abandoned and could still shelter soil and warmth for a foreign seed. Her plum seed was precious; she couldn't just plant it half-heartedly. She tested potential spots with local shrub seeds, first, and then, if it succeeded... with cranberry bushes... and finally, in a little damp bungalow a short hike west of the leaning pine, Katara boldly planted Zuko's gift. All she did was give water and a prayer.

She had done this every night, for weeks.

And when Katara introduced Caiduri to her secret bungalow, the seed's stem was beginning to sprout. Tiny leaves were shining against the lantern light like dew drops.

Katara let the hawk scrunch into her warm pelted hood.

She couldn't help but laugh, thinking that Zuko had been the one to beat her at the first message, the first gift.

It was only because her gift was taking a bit longer to make, and she would've sent it through a private courier or a a stowaway shipment towards the islands. She would've found someone to vouch for her, made up some story to get this gift to the palace after so many levels of clearance.

But Katara had to give it to Zuko; the hawk was a brilliant idea.

By summer solstice, Caiduri returned to the Fire Nation palace. A tiny tropical plum neatly wrapped around the bird's leg. The image of a woman's face obscured by a veiled hat was the first thing Zuko recognized, drawn with ink on the wrapping.

Zuko tried to hide his grin while his uncle and his advisors tried to decipher the strange message.

"As it turns out... she likes plums, too."

#zutara fic #zutara au #atla #zutara #prince zuko #katara

[lovelystickymilkshake]

Hey so y'know those Talon! Batfam aus where Bruce has bat wings?

D'you ever think about how fucked up that is?

Like, he's terrified of Bats and one day someone goes "time to match bestie!"

And I think that it would go something like this.

Bruce woke up, but regretted it immediately.

He turned and vomited into...

His trash bin?

He was at home?

The last thing he remembered was......

Well, he didn't know.

He looked over onto the bedside table and he saw his picture frame, with a picture of him, Dick and Alfred nestled tightly into he golden frame.

Dick!

Was he alright?

Was he okay?

He remembered!

He was on a mission with the justice league.

But then he got a call from Green Lantern, who had stayed behind to babysit Robin and Kid Flash.

"Gl, what is it?" Bruce had asked gruffly.

"Now dude, don't get mad. Stay calm."

"Gl..." He growled in a warning tone.

"Robin might be... slightly injured?"

He would've immediately responded, but then he was hit over the head while he was distracted.

So... I guess he was brought back to the manor by Alfred.

He couldn't help being protective over Dick, he had only just rescued him from the court.

Understandibly, his best friend Kid Flash was worried while he was with the court, and was sticking to his side like glue whenever he could.

Dick didn't mind this, as they were like this before the court took him anyways.

They were often seen around JL headcourters, usually with Dick somehow hanging or climbing around KF like a cat, or a bird.

Kf didn't mind this either, he liked it even.

To he point where he was experimenting on whether or not he could run so fast that he'd be able to fly through the air And keep up with Dick.

Dick was quite proud of the (rather large for his size, almost three times his height in length and a bit taller than him in width) wings that he had acquired.

He flew around wherever he felt it was safe to do so, which was a good way to tell whether or not he trusted people.

When he first saw KF, he quickly hid his wings, but when KF took off his mask upon seeing his 'missing' best friend, His wings sprung open again subconsciously.

Why was he focusing on the wings, you ask?

I dunno.

Actually, it might've been because he was currently going, "Holy Shit, there's a giant bat behind me! I need to get Alfred and Dick out of here, which safehouse? Safe house 48 is the closest, but too easy for the bat to track us. Safe house 49 is too far, so Safe house 47 it is!"

But the bat only moved when he moved, and it wasn't attacking him...

And his back felt strangely heavy...

Oh no.

He looked over his shoulder, and yup.

He's part bat now.

He's partially the thing that terrifies him.

He's partially the thing that was there when his parents were murdered.

His breathing begins to quicken.

Was his heart outside of his chest?

He didn't know.

His mouth was dry, then numb.

He felt something cold run down his face from his lip, most likely blood from how hard he was biting down on them.

He reached up slowly, fully prepared to rip off the wings.

But a small pair of hands stopped him.

"Bruce?" A small, high pitched voice asked.

He looked over to see a small blob of black hair with a pair of shining blue eyes glistening through them.

Dick.

He's safe.

A sniffle came from the child.

His son was crying.

Why was his son crying?

He wrapped his arms around his son, pulling him into his lap and hugging him, subconsciously wrapping his new-found wings around them both like a cocoon.

"Bruce." His child sniffled out. " Why were you going to rip of your wings? Do you not like wings? Do you not like mine? Do you not like me? Please don't abandon me Bruce, I'll take off mine too." He looked up at his father and was determined to take off his own wings if need be.

Bruce merely smiled and faced his child.

"No Dick, I wasn't going to rip off my wings. I love your wings, and I love you."

After all, if his wings had just helped him comfort his child, then they weren't that bad, right?

#talon!dick #birdflash #batfam #dc comics #richard grayson #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #wings

[yyxandere]

Oh, I'm so happy you liked my images! I was wrote a few images (and Ryuji 👀):

Rikiya is such a sweet man for you! He can talk with you for hours on end about everything, always being the initiator, and even if you are silent, then do not be afraid, he is happy even if you look at him. Rikiya one hundred percent WILL ask his Aniki for advice on courting you and how to treat you as best as possible, writing down everything said in a notebook, he trusts him so much! He is always ready to rush to your aid, helping you in everything, especially when you need to walk through the streets at night, full of scoundrels at that time (and the opportunity to hold hands with you while looking at the shining lanterns of Kamurocho). Convulsive trembling of fingers, slight blushing and a soft smile - this is all Rikiya has on all your dates together. Most likely, with him the chance of being kidnapped by him is almost impossible, he is too afraid of harming you both physically and mentally, wanting only your well-being.

Ah, Ryuji Goda… Even with a quick sneak peek to his direction, all can already say that this is a formidable and powerful Yakuza, which has practically no equal. He loves to show you off as his main treasure, dressing you up in expensive outfits and jewelry, which he make you practically glued to his side with always grabbing your waist and is unlikely to give you permission to walk around alone. And woe to those who dare to flirt or talking with you… Those unfortunate people were often found unconscious in garbage containers, which gave other men a reason not to even look in your direction, fearing for their lives. If you mention it even teasingly, Ryuuji will annoyedly tell you to shut up, not wanting to admit until the last minute that he is jealous and trying hide blushing on his face. He allows contact only with his subordinates and his sister, from which the chance of escape is impossible. Ryuji is unlikely to lay a hand on you, but will deprive you of all privileges until you apologize and make up that for him. A dangerous, jealous and domineering lion that only you have his attention.

As you described, Majima is a chaotic and always unpredictable man who always surprises, even in a bad way. As he was doing with Kiryu, he loves to play cat and mouse with you, searching all over Kamurocho, jumping out to meet you from all corners, even from the sewers! In some cases, he can “play along” with you if you want, or at least pretend that you are both a normal couple, taking part in all sorts of activities. Bowling, billiards, golf and even baseball!? Oh dear, Majima will always approve of your choice if it means spending time with him!

Mmm, about Goromi… Goromi-chan loves her beloved y/n! Always insisting on spending time together: painting your nails, doing your makeup, doing your hair and taking care of your skin, this glamorous queen never misses an opportunity to highlight your beauty. Just imagine, she and you are sitting, chatting sweetly together, while she winks teasingly and flashes her colorful outfit, successfully captivating you with her charm. Just don't look at her cleavage, little naughty darling!

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

AA ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, THESE ASK GIVES ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN IJCIWDBHSBHSXB OKAY OKAY LET START NOW EHEHEHEHEHEHE

Our sweet boy Rikiya, is such a sweetie for you, using his aniki's advice he would always act gentlemanly to you, he would carry your bags or walk with you so you would feel safe! He knows full well that his heart only belongs to you and you! His naïve persona makes him so delusional, he dreams of both of you having a domestic dream, maybe he's the one taking care of the kids and when you come back home, he will give you the biggest smile and kiss ever from a husband! He would talk about you for hours no end to his boss and Makio or even his aniki! They can see how in love he is and encourage him to go after you heck even everyone knows how he's so infuriated by you and oh dear if you ever recuperate his feelings he would be with you every single day, no matter how many months or years you two have been together, every time you kiss him, hug him, hold his hand and tell him how much you love him, he feels the same blossoming feelings he felt when he laid eyes on you! He's just a hopeless romantic when it comes to you! He would even change his style just for you! As you said anon, he won't kidnap you but he would guilt trip you into staying with him, he might be a local yakuza but his heart is pure of gold, and you will feel shitty if you decline such a sweet boy.

Aa Ryuji, Ryuji, the man who took my heart from the moment I saw him on my screen. Ryuji the Dragon of Kansai spoils you no matter what, if you just briefly mention it in a hush quiet tone 5 feet away from him, he would buy it. Ryuji may not look like it but he is very observant when it comes to you, just mention something on call like, you bought a bag of chips and you really like the flavor, then expect a whole package of those chips in your door an hour after that call… you never told Ryuji your address though…Anyways! Ryuji is prideful and he likes to boast that logic applies when it comes to you, he will go out in public, and people know how dangerous he is, by you on his side, he makes sure that his arms are around your waist every time, Ryuji isn't scared to show his beloved to anyone and everyone, may it be him kissing you in public or you sitting on his lap in meetings, he doesn't care, plus who even has the balls to tell him not to bring you? And of course, Ryuji is a man of fashion he may not look like it though, so whenever you guys go out he will always bring you to a designer store, and he will make you the most gorgeous woman/person with the diamond on your neck and the fancy clothes he gifs you, this is a way for him to show his love to you and also mark so whoever tries to shoot their shot to you and sees the diamond neckless you have, they must immediately that they have no chance. And I have to pray for the dude who tries to get near you with any kind of intentions, Ryuji doesn't mind killing him with his bare hands, it's in his nature as a Yakuza to kill, but he can't do that. So expect a small rumor of a dude who was found all bloodied up and passed out near a garbage bin where you live. Yes, escape is impossible when you are with Ryuji, his power as a patriarch gives him many men to guard you no matter what, and the only person you're going to meet is his sister, he wants you and Kaoru to have a good relationship. Ryuji has ties to the underground so even if you manage to escape and flee the country he will know where you live and drag you back to Japan but this time with no chance of escape.

The craze mind Majima, always follows you, he loves playing hide and seek when it comes to you, and he loves the expression you make whenever he surprises you when he comes out trashcan. Whenever you were out and you had some small business to attend to Majima would immediately steal you and go to his favorite baseball court or even go bowling. Don't worry about the small thing you gotta attend his minions already handled it. Majima is clingy and possessive, even if you guys aren't dating he's gonna put his arms around you and act like a couple, don't even try to talk to some one when he is watching (which is every second) because you're just putting that person on the line to get killed by Majima. Majima only wants your eyes to look at him only!!

Goromi is a bizarre woman indeed, she only wears flashy clothes so she can be the only person that her beloved (Y/N)-Chan will see in a room!! Like you said, Goromi will have such a fun time with her bestie, she would also be very touchy, like holding your hand, touching your shoulders, or heck even kissing her (Y/N)-Chan very boldly. She will listen to every problem you have and if she ever heard that someone was causing problems with you, then you wouldn't mind seeing your sweet beloved Goromi being rough with them, mh?

#✧- ‘YAKUZA’ ☆ #yandere yakuza #yandere rikiya shimbakuro #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere ryuji goda #ryuji goda #rikiya shimabukuro #yandere majima goro #majima goro #goromi #THESE ASKS HELP ME TRAIN MY WRITING SKILLS THATS WHY I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH!! #yandere yakuza game #yakuza #yakuza x reader #i went off with ryuji😞

[devildom-drabbles]

Snippet - Pumpkin Carvings

How would everyone carve their own pumpkin for decoration? 🎃

To get into the spirit of Halloween, MC decides to carve a pumpkin!  Once it’s finished, they leave it on the front porch of the House of Lamentation as a decoration.  Seeing MC’s finished pumpkin motivates the demon brothers and those who visit to carve pumpkins of their own.  Let's take a look at the designs each of them made and how they came to be!

(Click on the "pic ref" at the end of each description if you'd like a visual of a pumpkin that resembles what the character made. I do not own or take credit for any of the images.)

Lucifer actually had no intention of carving his own pumpkin due to his busy schedule and lack of interest in the activity.  However, after receiving enough pestering and taunting about making one since everyone else had done so, he’ll spend an evening locked in his room carving one of the most intricate designs the three realms have ever seen.  The tall pumpkin will depict an artistic rendition of the front of the House of Lamentation and its surrounding scenery, so visitors will see the large house in-person and then a smaller version of it by the doorstep.  (Satan and Belphegor have tried to smash the pumpkin, but the spell Lucifer put on it beforehand keeps it well-protected from any damage.) (pic ref)

Mammon gets really invested in carving his own pumpkin, confident that it will be the best one out of the bunch, and enjoys creating the final design.  With slanted eyes and the biggest mouth lined with pointed teeth, his jack-o-lantern leans more on the scary side, and he uses its appearance as a great opportunity to jump out of nowhere and spook his brothers and MC for a whole day.  When he wakes up in the middle of the night to see the scary pumpkin in front of his face (as revenge from the others), he becomes terrified of it and promptly puts it outside with the rest of the pumpkins.  (It’s still the best Halloween jack-o-lantern, he says, but just...only for decoration.) (pic ref)

Leviathan considers this activity his time to shine!  He'll happily utilize his artistic skills to display Ruri-chan and his other favorite anime characters (and let them shine) in jack-o-lanterns.  Yes, that’s right, Levi will end up carving multiple pumpkins because of his enthusiasm to decorate the outside of the house with the things he loves.  (He may not have stopped if it weren’t for Lucifer stepping in.)  Although most of his designs involve 2D characters, he’ll also craft a dragon similar to his chat icon since the light inside the pumpkin makes the dragon appear to be breathing fire. (pic ref)

Satan, without a doubt, will have a cat design on his pumpkin.  They’re one of the common symbols of Halloween in the human world, right, MC?  Well, that makes it all the more fitting, then!  Rather than carving the pumpkin to look like a cat face, however, he will cut the shape of a cat within the center, making it appear as though the cat is sitting while facing a full moon. He finds it to be adorable while still giving off a mysterious-like vibe. (pic ref) 

Asmodeus originally wanted to carve his face into the pumpkin, but nothing he did came remotely close to capturing his perfect complexion!  After some comfort and advice from MC, he’ll try again with a different design instead.  He ultimately goes with a “Day of the Dead”/”Sugar Skull” type of pumpkin carving, consisting of a skull that’s decorated with paint designs and some sparkly fake jewels and flowers (for that extra pop, he says).  It may not be his face, but it’s full of his charm, so he’s satisfied! (pic ref)

Beelzebub...forgot that he was supposed to be carving the pumpkin and ended up eating the whole thing instead.  Whoops.  Luckily, Belphegor had prepared for this and got an extra pumpkin for him.  Determined to do it properly this time, Beel will choose to snack on the seeds and guts of the pumpkin while working on a design similar to a cyclops type of monster.  Mike Wazowski, is that you?  He remembers MC mentioning how monsters are a common theme for Halloween, and the design allows him to cut out big pieces of the pumpkin to eat afterward. (pic ref)

Belphegor almost didn’t carve a pumpkin at all, but MC and Beelzebub’s excitement in the activity rubbed off on him and pushed him to try it.  He goes with a simple yet creepy face design, drawing it first with marker while Beel scoops out the insides of the pumpkin to eat.  Once it’s completely carved, Belphie’s jack-o-lantern glows ominously with x’s for eyes and a string of sharp-cut teeth.  The idea came from something he saw in a horror movie before, and since it was easy to design, he’s pleased with the result. (pic ref)

Diavolo will opt for a jack-o-lantern that mixes two of the most recurrent designs in the human world, according to what he found online and learned from MC.  His pumpkin has the usual eyes and nose, but the inside of the mouth spells out the word “Boo!”, which he thinks makes it extra fun.  He wanted it to be whimsical and approachable to everyone who visits the castle (just like he wants others to view him), so he intentionally avoided carving a scary design this time.  His pumpkin (along with Barbatos’s) is placed outside near the main castle doors. (pic ref)

Barbatos will want to match the same vibe that Diavolo is going for, so he’ll ensure that his own pumpkin is rather tame, too.  Rather than a typical jack-o-lantern face, though, he’ll paint and carve his to look like the head of an owl, including hollowing out eyes that give them depth and etching many of the other features, like feathers.  But why an owl?  Well, they’re a predator to rats, so Barbatos hopes his pumpkin will scare away those tiny wretched creatures. (pic ref)

Simeon will be eager to carve his own jack-o-lantern, but the problem is...he can’t decide on just one face design!  When he notices a tower of pumpkins while he’s at the market with his friends, he instantly figures out what he should do.  He carves four small pumpkins, each with a unique face and design that represents one of the members of Purgatory Hall, which include himself and Raphael.  His pumpkins are stacked together and are used to decorate the front porch area of Purgatory Hall, where Luke’s and Solomon’s own pumpkins are located as well. (pic ref)

Solomon knows that Halloween involves magic and spooky elements (among other things), so he’ll create a pumpkin design that meets both of those aspects.  After carving out a hole in the middle of the face of a large pumpkin, he’ll paint and place a smaller pumpkin inside of it so that the whole thing resembles an eyeball.  To top it off, he’ll enchant the pumpkin to be animated, allowing the “eye” to look around and even blink occasionally.  He has a lot of fun with making it, and he enjoys greeting it each time he enters and exits Purgatory Hall (as does Simeon, but Luke...not so much). (pic ref)

Luke will have a hard time coming up with an idea for his pumpkin until he decides to bake some pumpkin-flavored treats and notices his collection of cookie cutters. Inspired, he paints the outside of the pumpkin and then carves a shooting star-like design with the help of his cookie cutters and a hammer.  (Simeon supervised him, don’t worry.)  Michael’s love of the constellations motivated Luke to choose the star cookie cutters specifically.  Although the carving is simple, the light from within makes it stand out nicely just like the stars in the sky. (pic ref)

#it was hard choosing only one design for each of them! 😵‍💫 #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me headcanons #snippet

[alexihawleys]

Chenford + "Did you just meow at me?"

Lucy can see Tim's head from the parking lot – easily, actually, considering he's at least three feet taller than anyone else at the playground. She chews on her lip as she leans against the side of her car and watches him for a long few seconds, a rare moment she gets to see him without him seeing her back.

His eyes are shining, his smile easy as he scoops a kid under each of his arms and starts walking towards a bright red play structure. He's talking and she can imagine his voice, low and excited, animated in the way she knows Tim can be, even though he doesn't bother with it all that often. He swings one arm forward, then the other, laughing as his nephews screech beneath his forearms, gripping onto him, knowing they're secure.

She knows the feeling – she likes it enough that she could screech, too.

This thing between them is new. New enough that they haven't really discussed what it is, yet; new enough that she'd spent twenty extra minutes tearing a bunch of hangers out of her closet before settling on a sweater she knows Tim's seen her in before and calling it a day. It's new, but it's different – she's not used to feeling her stomach roll at the sight of Tim, to letting her eyes linger on the expanse of his arms and not feeling ashamed of herself. It's also, somehow, the same – he's still Tim Bradford, the most infuriating person she's ever met and simultaneously, the best. He finds her now, his eyes registering she's standing there and his face softening. She's not sure how he does that – picks her out across a parking lot or in the middle of a crowded bullpen and looks at her so that her knees feel weak – but she likes it. That, inexplicably, isn't new – he's always been the one to find her, no matter what.

Lucy waves, feeling her neck grow warm because he's caught her watching him (again) and he knows it. The warmth spreads as Tim raises a brow, grins, and winks at her before returning his attention to the kids. Her stomach feels like it could drop straight out of her body if she's not careful. God, she's always known he's like this...but to have it directed at her? It's almost too much, almost too good.

She makes her way up the path to the playground, laughing as Tim's niece comes barreling towards her at the entrance gate as she unlatches it. She's only met the little blonde girl, Charlie, three times over the course of the last few months, but apparently, they've already forged a bond. Lucy scoops Charlie up and grins at her as the nearly two-year-old begins babbling nonsense into Lucy's ear about brothers and swings and candy. "Wow," Lucy hums, bouncing her up and down as she steps onto the rubbery flooring, eyes scanning over the little girl's outfit. "Did Uncle Tim dress you this morning?"

"Very funny," Tim calls, frowning at her. "She dressed herself, I'm told."

"Oh, wow," Lucy coos, laughing at the pair of candy cane print leggings and the neon orange jack-o-lantern t-shirt with matching tutu she's got on. "You're ahead of your time, aren't you Charlie girl?"

"She's excited for Halloween," Josh supplies from under Tim's arm, his chest puffed out as he radiates as much oldest-brother-energy he can muster. "She's being a kitty cat."

"Kitty cat," Charlie squeals over at Lucy, poking her in the cheek with a laugh before adding a higher-pitched, "meow, meow."

"Oh, she's going to be the coolest cat, huh?" Lucy grins over at Tim as he laughs, setting Josh down, then Danny, ruffling the younger boy's hair as he grumbles up at his uncle. "What about you guys?"

Josh yells, "Thor," at the same time Danny yells, "Spiderman," and before Lucy can react, the two of them both take off running towards a larger jungle gym.

"Don't hurt yourselves," Tim calls, cupping one hand around the side of his mouth and squinting over at the two of them. "No blood allowed in my truck."

"Got it," Danny screams back, because Josh is already climbing.

Lucy rolls her eyes, pursing her lips over at Tim as she ducks down and puts Charlie on the ground, straightening her bright orange tutu. "What do you think, is Uncle Tim mean?"

Tim snorts down at her, rolling his eyes. "Please," he mutters, squatting down next to them, his forearms balanced on his thighs.

Charlie, who's still holding onto the sleeve of Lucy's sweater, looks over at her uncle and then back at Lucy, her eyes wide. "No, nice Tim."

Lucy scoffs as Tim beams at her, settling his hand on Charlie’s back and patting it gently. “See?” He raises his brows at Lucy. “Nice Tim.”

She bites back a laugh as she shakes her head. “You paid her to say that.” 

Tim shakes his head, scooping Charlie up and then holding his free hand out to Lucy, pulling her up and sliding his arm over her shoulders. “Tell Lucy what I’m being for Halloween, kid.”

“Kitty cat!” Charlie nearly screams, and Tim winces. Lucy watches the two of them, her brow furrowed. 

“No, that’s your costume,” Lucy softens her face as she finds Charlie’s eyes, knowing she looks confused. “What’s Uncle Tim’s costume?”

“Kitty Tim,” Charlie responds, still enthusiastic, but now distracted by a swing set that she reaches out towards. She throws in a quiet, under-the-breath, “meow.”

“Meow is right,” Tim grins, bouncing her lightly before looking down at Lucy, his brows raised. “Meow,” he leans in close to her ear, his voice lower. Lucy hates that it sends a fucking shiver down her spine. 

It hits her all at once: the fact that Tim’s agreed to dress up as a kitty cat to match his niece for Halloween, that he’s openly sharing it with her. Her stomach flips as her throat goes tight, and she can’t do anything, really, but she reaches up and grabs the hand he’s got draped over her shoulder, lacing their fingers.

“Did you just meow at me, Tim Bradford?”

Tim chuckles, shrugging. “I’m practicing. You think you can draw on some whiskers for me?”

Lucy bites on the inside of her cheek, letting out a slow breath as she lets the feeling she’s come to recognize wash over her. She won’t name it, yet, but it feels a hell of a lot like love. She pulls his hand to her mouth, kissing it gently. “You’re going to be the hottest kitty cat on the block,” she murmurs, smirking up at him. 

Tim plunks Charlie down into a baby swing, narrowing his eyes at her. “What, you’re not going to join in the fun?” 

She raises her brows, not bothering to fight off her smile. “I’m invited?”

He pushes the swing gently with his free hand, watching it for a moment before dipping down and pressing a light kiss to her lips, mumbling, "I can't be a kitty cat all on my own, Lucy," against them before pulling back, laughing. "Besides," he shrugs, nodding his chin towards his niece in her swing, who's squealing in excitement as he pushes her a bit harder. "I already told her you'd do it."

Lucy snorts, shoving at his chest before leaning up and kissing his chin. "Of course you did. See? Mean Uncle Tim."

Tim chuckles, shaking his head. "You of all people know I'm very nice when I want to be."

She leans into him, grinning hard as she hums softly. "I do know that," she whispers, turning her head and pressing a kiss to his chest, humming against it when she feels his hand curl over the back of her head. "Very, very well."

#*fic #*5sentence #chenford #chenford fanfiction #c: tim bradford #c: lucy chen #tv: the rookie #ship: tim x lucy #i have had this in my ask for like. i want to say eight months. probably more. #and i have never had any idea what to do with it but today inspiration struck so #i give you: soft beans!

[bluelead35]

music connects time, but what will come?  (zhongli.)

zhongli x fem!reader, (reader owns a liyue hotel!) 

sfw, fluff, bittersweet, venti 

music connects time, but with time, what will come? 

Laughter that fills the night sky with xiao lanterns flowing through the deep blue canvas stirred the owner of the hotel on the docks from her work. Her brown eyes stared up at the sky hidden behind her window that she always insisted on keeping open. Her hands ached from the work she had placed on herself but the sweet smell of the sea motivated her. Taking a break, she peered over the edge of her window, looking down to find children running through the streets of the harbor giggling with lanterns of their own. The beautiful MingXiao lantern brought the city to life, as she looked at her brewing pot of tea. She poured herself another cup of bitter tea and sipped it as she quickly finished up a few letters to a nearby land. 

But a man stood outside her window. 

“Why would she keep herself locked up on a night like this?” He whispered to the wind, holding a flower. A flower tainted with history, sorrow, yet love. Its golden core reminded him of her heart, and blue was her favorite color. He looked up at the window that had candles decorating the railing, and blushed at the memory of the same sheets covering them as they both slept through the night. 

Unintentionally a soft tune escaped the window, and the source invisible to the eye, he knew it was her. No one else would know the song and tune, despite this festival being centered around music due to the Fontaine traveler. A soft familiar tune brought a soft tear to his golden cat eyes, as he cleared his throat. 

In the distance, a friend was sitting on the edge of the archway that sat above the water. His green eyes stared at his old friend and laughed. He took out his lyre and began to play, allowing emotions to swirl through the wind. 

A soft movement with his hand sent a whisper to the wind, The Night is Still Young. The man standing outside of the hotel looking up turned around for a moment, and sighed. He threw the flower up into the wind, as it was carried by the melody of the wind into her room, carefully on her paperwork. She furrowed her eyebrows, peering over to find him. 

She immediately blew a kiss to him, grabbed her coat, and hurried down. She had forgotten the feeling of the Lantern Rite. The stress over the past year dissipated into dust, and was cleansed by the water by the city. She nearly tripped at the steps of the hotel when she found him. 

She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, using her vision to lift herself up just slightly. She giggled, pulling herself back down to the ground, as she twirled the Glaze Lily, while she had him escort her around. To people, he was Zhongli. To the adepti, he was Rex Lapis. To her, he was love. 

She let out a laugh upon seeing a young chef with her friends dancing to the music. Her fluffy coat danced to the music of the night. 

“Is there something funny?” He spoke, his voice low and relaxing. 

“Oh not all, Mr. Zhongli. Just seeing the youth of Liyue dance to music that has connected past and present, and leads into the future, remembers, time is not on our side, but that doesn’t mean we can’t spend a little longer.” She looked up at him, eyes shining like stars. 

“Indeed my love.” 

                                          Happy Lantern Rite, Zhongli. 

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #lantern rite

[writernopal]

🩸Quye’ck, Starved Son of Clan Lexlar🩸

Hailing from a long line of proud warriors, Quye'ck follows in his forefather's footsteps by joining and rising through the ranks of the Hantaphian Armed Reserves. Their forces are the first to respond when the call for battle comes, ever proud to serve the famed House of War. Wild, fierce, and purpose-driven, these men will fight to the last breath in the name of their kin and the Goddess Kava herself. But shrouded under such heritage is another, less spoken of but no less present.

Over many generations, Clan Lexlar, proudest of these forces, discovered a way to edge out their brethren: Consumption. But such a thing does not come without a cost. That supernatural hunger must be controlled, lest it be sated in other ways. And for some, that is far easier said than done...

cw: drug use

“He’s just here, sir.” The man raised his lantern, tossing a glance at the warden trailing just behind him.

The official sighed, spotting the semi-lucid teenager just off the marked path. He was nearly slumped over, speaking to a rock in his hand. 

“I think he might be Sire Mitha’s boy, but I’m not sure.” The man said as they came to a stop beside the reported vagrant.

“I’ll take it from here. Thank you.” 

The man nodded, hefting the A-frame pack of freshly gathered firewood onto his back with some difficulty, and reluctantly took his leave. The warden squatted opposite the young man and lifted his head to meet the light shining from his lantern. He grimaced, dropping the rock that entertained him just moments earlier. Another sigh.

“Markham Vintar Lexlar of Hantaph. What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

He grinned, somehow recognizing his name in his dazed state. The warden released his chin and sucked on his teeth frustratedly—he reeked of starshoot. Pureleaf, by the smell of it, and clearly far too potent for the likes of him. 

“And how did you end up all the way out here?”

This path was rarely traveled even during the day and normally only used by merchants coming into Miranx from Hantaph. But it wasn’t trading day. And men like the one who’d come upon him were the unfortunate sort who’d had gotten caught out by ill weather or some otherwise difficult circumstance on their way back from the wilds. Another sigh.

“We have a few options, boy. I could book you for the night and you can get a reaming worse than the last from your father when he comes to collect you tomorrow. I could leave you here for some hungry jungle cat. Or,” He sighed, unsure of where the next words were coming from, “I can bring you to my house. Let you sleep off your high and see you off in the morning.”

The troublemaker offered his response by way of a grunt. Unhelpful. The warden set down his lantern and, with some effort, lifted the young man from the ground. He strained under his weight, altogether reconsidering his benevolence. He was taller than he remembered and already thickening to resemble the massive frame his clansmen were known for. He groaned as he looped his tail into the handle of his lantern and lumbered his way home. 

Breakfast the next morning was…difficult. Not because the young man was bad company, but because he was less interested in having any sort of conversation with the warden, choosing instead to fiddle with his listening stone. No good contraptions, in his opinion, but he guessed the young man’s sweetheart had its pair, judging by the speed and the whispered nature of  his responses.

“You’ll be a man before you know it.” His head snapped up. “You should start acting like one. You can’t expect others to look out for you forever. You’ll drive your wife mad with worry someday if you do.”

The young man swallowed the bite he’d taken and laughed as he wiped his mouth clean. “I’m not gettin’ married, sir. Anyway, thanks for the food and for not rattin’ me out.”

The warden sighed, deciding that his attempt at a lecture had gone about as well as it was going to go, and dismissed the surprise guest from his table. The young man got on his feet, listening stone to the side of his head and a smile on his face. Part of him wished he could warn the poor creature on the other stone she was being strung along, but he supposed she would find that out soon enough. He watched as he made his way outside but, oddly, did not rush to give any sort of response to the message he’d just received. Though the reason why soon became clear. 

Just through his window, he spotted the infamous Eiph’ck, a troublemaker of a different variety, carrying with him a bottle of some dark liquid and what looked to be another meal. The two greeted each other with a laugh and the Lexlar boy quickly told some story between gulps of whatever drink his friend had brought him. He sighed again, hoping that he hadn’t given him alcohol or some nonsense like that. Though he supposed neither of the thoughtless individuals were his problem. Another sigh.

Character art by: https://twitter.com/Azraels_Art

Graphics made with license free images from Unsplash and formatted in Canva.

#character intro #aasoaf #m.o.w #lexlar #my oc #origin story #cw: drug use

[critrolesideblog]

"Essek, won't you come join us?" Jester was smiling at him as she walked up the beach toward him, her fangs gleaming in Catha's silvery moonlight. She was just outside of the fire glow, but Essek could clearly see her tail swishing mischievously behind her, the same way a cat's does when it's spotted its prey. He smiled at her affectionately.

"No."

"Awww, c'mon, man! Everyody's doing it!" She gestured broadly to the beach around them.

It was true that the shores of Nicodranas were quite crowded for the early midnight hour, which at least disproved Essek's earlier suspicion that this New Dawn tradition might be an elaborate prank. If it was, they had managed to get all of Nicodranas in on it.

He had happily participated in many of the Nein's varied New Dawn traditions over the course of the night. They had eaten long noodles for dinner (a Zadashian tradition adopted by Yasha) and apples dipped in honey (a Zemnian tradition). They had found kisses at midnight and released floating, paper lanterns into the sky festooned with wishes for the new year (Nicodranian and Kryn traditions respectively). But he was not jumping into the Lucidian Ocean in the middle of winter.

Absolutely not.

"It's good luck!" Jester insisted.

"I make my own luck." He replied smugly and took a sip from his cup of steaming rice wine.

"But this is luck you don't have to make."

"At the cost of catching my death of cold? No, thank you."

"CAY-LEB!" She shouted back over her shoulder.

"Ja?" Caleb's voice floated on the sea breeze, breathless.

"Tell your boyfriend, high risk, high reward!"

Essek choked on his wine as Caleb's laughter roared in with waves.

"It's not even that cold." She was leaning over him now, firelight shining in her eyes, dripping fat droplets of icy, salt water onto his new cloak. He tried to lean back away from her, prestidigitating the water away with a noise of annoyance.

"I seem to recall that you didn't think Eiselcross was that cold, and I remember what you were wear--" It was then that he noticed the curious, rising flow of water trailing behind her, blurred into the blue light of the night by her swishing tail until that moment. "Jester, no--"

Splash! The water crashed into him, drenching him and paralyzing him for a moment with cold.

"There!" Jester cackled. "Now, you've got good luck for your travels!"

"Jester!"

"If you want to get me back, you'll have to come into the water after me!" She called in her singsong voice as she half-danced, half-ran back toward the water.

"I will get you back, Jester Lavorre! Just you wait!" He called after her, laughing in spite himself as he prestidigitated himself dry.

#thus began the great donutmancy prank war of 838 PD 😌 #a little ficlet gift for you this Christmas / Hanukkah evening #donutmancy #jesties #jester lavorre #essek thelyss #my writing tag

[gogandmagog]

Jane of Lantern Hill, Chapter 31!

Mary can see right through Grandmother. Almost every single one of her lines makes me want to CHEER, CHEER, CHEER. I also feel like Grandmother has a real anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better competition going with Andrew and PEI, only it’s entirely one-sided, and that’s just embarrassing for her.

Grandmother thinks she can buy empty dupes or replacements for things (or okay, pets), not realising that the original is so cherished because they allow for and seek reciprocation of care and love. So really… Snowball is the perfect cat for 60 Gay... only, as Jane says, she doesn't belong at 60 Gay. It’s a total mismatch.

Had a small moment where I wondered if Grandmother brought Snowball about, as an attempt at a new control mechanism. She’s loosing her grip on this shining and confident Jane, and perhaps thought a household pet might provide a necessary grounding to Toronto, at least. At most? A new thing with which to bully Jane.

Meanwhile, not even Snowball wanted to stay at 60 Gay.

“… put that in her pipe and smoke it." AYO, this made me laugh out loud. I had no idea this phrase was so old.

“Hoarse miaows”! I’ve been spelling ‘meow’ wrong my whole life. Miaow is so much more accurate. Or… do Toronto cats have accents?

“Jane always loved a ride on a street-car, and it was twice as much fun with mother. It was so seldom she and mother went anywhere alone. But when they did, mother was such a good companion. She saw the funny side of everything and her eyes laughed to Jane's when a joke popped its head up.” Eyes laughed to Jane’s. 🥺 This was my favourite little bit of this chapter. It made me light up from the inside. I love that these two get so much joking in, in their short times together. I sometimes need a reminder than Robin is a kindred spirit. Truly, I can’t wait to see Robin when she’s finally a… 🥁 free bird. 😌

Jane is ticking December and January off of her calendar, and as a reader… man, I’m right there with her. I wishhhh we were back at Lantern Hill! Grandmother poisons every page she’s featured on.

#me just casually skating in here like i didn’t miss 20 chapters #life overtook me #‘life’ can be roughly translated to ‘university’ #sorry i stink! #lantern hill book club #lucy maud montgomery #jane of lantern hill