Navigation:
Masterlist
Fandoms I Write For
Request: OPEN
[kindly check the rules before making a request]
Rules
Misc:
About Me
Random thoughts
KIROKAZE
almost home

Origami Around

No title available
dirt enthusiast
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Janaina Medeiros
styofa doing anything
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Kaledo Art

roma★
hello vonnie
occasionally subtle
Cosimo Galluzzi
NASA
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
d e v o n
Game of Thrones Daily
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

seen from Finland

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Lebanon

seen from South Korea
seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Poland

seen from Italy
seen from Germany

seen from United States
@ambermondy
Navigation:
Masterlist
Fandoms I Write For
Request: OPEN
[kindly check the rules before making a request]
Rules
Misc:
About Me
Random thoughts
The Night We Met
A Cyran x Merlin fic (uses she/her pronouns for merlin)
There's this certain kind of beauty in life that Merlin couldn't quite put her finger on. Maybe it's the way the wind blows in a direction that feels just right. The way the sun shines to bring light to the world around it. Or perhaps the capability of the unknown to give her the power of artistry and create something beautiful with a stroke of a brush. In the end, Merlin still couldn't explain why she viewed the world with the same wonder children carried in their eyes. Maybe that was simply how life was meant to be seen.
Nevertheless, Merlin still couldn't remember the man from her dreams.
And Dura above, the ache in her chest every time she thought of him certainly did not help.
She scribbled on her sketchbook, frustration piling up in her chest as she threw the pencil away. Merlin just couldn't get his face right. There's always something missing and worse? Merlin had no idea what it was. She doesn't even know who she was sketching. She heaved a deep breath, her hands clutching the book a little too tightly; with a little more strength, she might tore off a page. It's frustrating, really. But the more she stops, the more the curiosity eats her up like a pest.
She wants to remember this man, but Dura above; her brain doesn't seem to like that idea.
"Magister!" a voice rang out from behind her.
Merlin, with absolutely no intention to explain herself to her lovely familiar, quickly closed the book at a thunder-like pace. Had she been a few milliseconds slower, her 'hidden' book would've been seen by the familiar dressed in mage-like clothes, her little witch hat dangling above her head. Hammie smiled at Merlin, though she noticed the slight surprised look in her eyes.
"Magister Merlin… is everything okay?" Despite the attempt to make her familiar not worry, it seemed like the little hamster knew Merlin too much for her acting prowess to work… Funnily enough, she doesn't even think that she has those said acting abilities. Alas, she cannot give up! After all, she is the great and amazing Magister Supreme!
"Oh, absolutely! Totally fine and cool!" The mage spoke up without missing a beat, quickly standing up from the tree she was leaning on. Might not be the best idea since Merlin nearly tripped, both her feet not landing in the right direction; causing Hammie to look to the side, finding the very pencil she threw just a few moments ago. It didn't take long for her to put everything together.
"Did you try drawing him again?" The moment those words left Hammie's lips, Merlin knew she couldn't hide it anymore. She tried to look away at first, her lips pursed into a thin line. It's no secret that Merlin isn't one to talk a lot about her missing memories. Sometimes she thinks it's a blessing, but at moments like these, Merlin believes that she must've been cursed by some sort of deity because why else would her chest ache with such ancient longing every single time she tried to capture his features on paper? Features her mind could barely remember, yet her heart seemed to know by instinct alone. A presence her heart knew far better than her mind ever could.
Merlin sat back down once again, her back leaning against the rough texture of the tree. She wanted to slam her head to the wood but Merlin knew that doing it wouldn't magically bring her memories back. It was this kind of hopeless feeling that drove her to make herself busy the past few months. They don't really talk about the difficulty of losing the life you've built for years. Everyone knows you but you don't even know yourself. How is she supposed to live with that?
Y'all, im writing a Merlix x Cyran fic rn and I am shaking in a good way. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO FIND THIS WONDERFUL SHIP!!
New Clothes
Cyran examines himself in the large mirror of his dorm.
It was true that having noble blood inflicts a burden that many of his age could not carry. But the very same blood also grants privileges that those of his age could never have. The single occupancy dorms were reserved solely for noble families and distinguished students, as is the larger-than-standard mirror and the ability to dress in silk and velvet.
He flicked lint off his new robes. Lint didn’t deserve to exist on his new uniform.
Students at the Lyceum are required to don the academy uniform: robes of purple and gold, shirts with a ribbon and bottoms, and gloves paired with boots. From a distance, it creates a beautiful picture of unity. A closer glance reveals the stark difference between cotton and silk robes, or kidskin and roughout leather gloves.
As a noble, Cyran could not have worn anything else but the finest.
He was outfitted with new clothes at least once a year, or when damage called for it. His new robes were always dyed with the purest pigments and embroidered with gold thread. Inside his robes was a silk shirt and bottoms of the finest wool, topped off with kidskin gloves and boots. Small gems were placed discreetly on his clothing, a reminder of his identity.
A slow turn in the mirror showed no imperfections. Satisfied, Cyran stepped out of his dorm to greet the new year in his new uniform.
Students were already up and about, catching up with each other or hurrying around to find their classrooms. Most gave him a wide berth. The few born to nobility like him greeted him with well practised smiles and oiled courtesy. As if it could mask the way everyone was eyeing up everyone’s uniforms for any slight imperfection.
“Cyran!”
The small group parted ways to reveal you waving at him. They tolerated you; the student with no noble blood but with enough talent to beat them all. It didn’t stop them from giving your uniform discreet glances and hushed whispers though. And they made little effort to conceal their disdain.
Something in Cyran’s chest tightened. He let you tug him free from the group and down the hallway.
“Wow, you look dashing in your new uniform.” You examined a gem on his collar. “You know, this would make a fine magic reservoir if it were a little bigger.”
“Don’t you have anything newer to wear?” Cyran asked abruptly. He already knew the answer.
“What?”
He gestured at your uniform. Your shenanigans invited accidents far too easily, and those accidents left marks on your uniform. Thanks to your talent in magic, your uniform remained intact, but sported a variety of stains and patches.
It screamed at the nobility.
“I mean, no point getting a new uniform, if I’m only going to damage it…where are you taking me?” You quickened your steps to match Cyran’s pace.
“You weren’t going to attend class anyway.”
“I…well, yeah, but don’t you want to attend class?”
“It can wait.”
Cyran pulled you into his dorm and locked the door. It’s not your first time here, and it’s not the first time the door had to be locked. But it was always you that insisted on locking the door.
“Uh…did you learn some fabric renewing spell?”
Cyran turned back to you with a tape measure in hand. “Stand still.”
You watched in baffled silence as he circled you slowly. The tape measure went around your neck, down to your shoulders and arms, and then around your chest and waist.
“Uh, Cyran, let me do it-”
“I said stand still.”
That tone of voice rarely worked on you, but in this moment, it did. You held still as Cyran lowered himself to the ground, wrapping the tape measure around your hips and down your legs. You were smaller than him, of course. But today was a testament to how much smaller.
By the time Cyran finished his measuring, your face was a delightful shade of red.
“Expect to receive a new uniform in a week’s time.” Cyran informed you like it was just another Tuesday.
For once, you were speechless, and he found himself liking it. Very much. As much as the way your face could redden.
“We-um-we should go to class.”
Inviting him to attend class? This was new. The corners of his mouth lifted. He watched as you unlocked his door and fled his dorm. Cyran followed behind you at a leisurely stroll.
You’d look good in a new uniform.
Forever Apart
Alastor x Angel! Wife! Reader (angst)
Y/N waiting for Alastor to get to Heaven only to find out he’s in hell all this time.
A/N: wohoo, it's been a while since i wrote something and Alastor has been my hyperfixation for a while now. A part two might come if requested but here it is!
It was almost laughable, in the cruelest way imaginable—waiting on someone for so long, only to learn that the world had never intended for you to meet again. Time, once so carefully counted, had become a blur. How long had it truly been? A decade? Two? You could no longer say. Days folded into years, years slipped away like river water through open fingers. One moment you were standing faithfully at the gates, every single day after your death, watching new souls pass through while you waited for your own… and the next, you were simply tired.
Tired of hoping.
He couldn't be… down there… could he?
But it had been over a hundred years. To believe he still lived would make you a fool—or perhaps a widow clinging too tightly to ghosts. And yet, doubt lingered. Alastor had always been stubborn. Tenacious. What if he had lived that long? What if he'd slipped through death's hands longer than most?
Oh wow i've been gone for so long
30 MILLION TO 1
yandere!phainon x fem!reader | part iii. ∀
amphoreus was waiting for you, but you didn't know that. nor did you expect someone to greet you with such warm and welcoming arms. only to tighten like a vice grip on your already torn heart.
word count | ~2.1k
cw | blood + injuries , yandere!phainon , y/n gets injured , 30 million cycles , grammatical errors , etc.
note | i intended this story to be 3 parts 😭 this story isnt going to be 3 parts to say the least 💀 looks like itll be a little longer than expected-
taglist
@hoonobono @dyingsweetmackerel @relianascara @hana-no-seiiki @depressed-bitchy-demon
Endless Solo of Solitude - Hazbin Hotel x Furina!Reader
You are a dramatic person, always looking for the most interesting thing to be the focus of the moment. And people love it, people want your performances, people want to see you.
A/N: Here we are, it should be noted that I am not an experienced writer, so if there are errors, I apologize!
CW: SPOILERS for Fontaine’s Archon Quest. GN!Reader. Use of Maistel as a Gender Neutral term instead of Mister/Miss. Big ass wall of text. Bulleted list format. Use of (Name). No beta, we die like Focalors. Word count: 1.4k (1.444)
(So interminable… So lonely… Just… how much longer?)
Masquerade of the Guilty Alt Ending
furina graphics !
. . . 🗯️ like + reblog if using 𓂃 req by anon ♡
💧 — furina graphics ( experimental ) ! f2u , rb if using
FURINA LAYOUTS (gift) for @dxlldress !!
❆ REBLOG & CREDIT to use !!
New chapter of the stories I posted here is currently in writing. (I'M BACK!)
Here's the tag list if you'd like to join!
T A G
Should i still continue my stories?
Trollhunters - my new addiction
Hello, I won't be doing any works for the meantime. I just recently lost my father to stage 4 cancer a few days ago.
His (Ayato Aishi x GN! Reader)
Title: His
Fandom: Yandere Simulator
Warnings: Obsessive behavior
Wc: 404
Yandere Simulator Masterlist: 🗡
Main Masterlist: 🍫
---
You weren't the one he wanted at first.
The both of you actually grew up together. Despite Ayato being the embodiment of a bowling ball, tough exterior but ni emotions inside, that didn't stop you from bugging him all the time.
You were smart.
You were able to ran up to his level when it comes to studies. Sure, he's still at the top, but you're mostly at the second or at least third in line.
He found you annoying at times.
There was one moment when Ayato thought to just kill you for being too nosy of him when he's trying to follow his senpai. It's like you're always trying to get his attention. But he quickly shoot that thought away from his head when he realized that he wouldn't have someone to use as an excuse if you're gone.
You're always there for him.
You always cook a bento for him, it got to the point that he didn't even bother to bring his own because he knew that you always have a spare one for him.
When someone was trying to bully him, you didn't think twice to smack them in the face, earning you a warning from the councilor. You also earned a two minute scolding from him, saying that he doesn't need your help but you were having none of it.
For some reasons, it affected him a lot when you started to avoid him.
It started when he told you about his senpai, Tara Yamada. He continued to chat about her for a week, thinking that you'll be fine with it, but you weren't. You usually just nod, and never react more than necessary at any of his statements.
It drove him crazy.
He wasn't supposed to feel like this. He only have one senpai, heck, he even killed for her. But the moment you started to avoid him, you took something huge away from him. Every time he tried to reach out to you, you always manage to get away.
He can't live without you.
Weeks passed and he already started to follow you. He already know everything you do, ever since the two of you were kids, so it wasn't hard for him to sneak up. He knows you like the back of his hand.
You can run from him but you can't hide.
Ayato is going to make you his. You don't have a choice.
Should I start writing the part 2?