I haven't even been posting for two seconds and I've already messed up. My English isn't very good, and I accidentally touche the damn thing of commissions section, and I don't want to do commissions. Sorry to the people who keep asking me about that. I'm just a weirdo who likes Clash Royale and Clans and other video games, solo quiero compartir fanarts de mis ships rancios :(
Ya le quite al botón de comisiones 😭💖 ya pude poner la app en español igual público en inglés porque se que hay más personas de habla inglesa y es mejor la comunicación pero igualmente publicare tanto en inglés como en español para mejorar mi escritura y sobretodo que tengamos buena comunicación
୧ ‧₊˚ Battle Healer & Dark Prince x Mega Knight threesome fanfic requested on twitter hehe *:･₊˚.
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"He's Good, But He's Even Better With Her."
Mega Knight sat on a stone bench in the back of the healer's hut, wiping the blood from his cracked mace with a worn rag. His chest heaved heavily, his armor dented in places after the battle. He knew he had given everything — three crowns, absolute victory — but now all that remained was this profound exhaustion and the burning of the cuts that ached beneath the metal.
Battle Healer appeared behind him like a ghost, her feet barely touching the ground. Her dress shone faintly, also full of battle scratches, but she was smiling as always. “You look like a teddy bear after a violent wash,” she said, and Mega Knight didn't even have time to react before her hands began to move over his armor. The pain faded where she touched, a pleasant warmth taking its place.
Dark Prince arrived silently and without his helmet, that mischievous smile that always melted Mega Knight already plastered on his face. “I thought you’d disappeared after that final assault,” he murmured, his fingers gliding along the edge of Mega’s armor, where the skin began. The contrast between the prince’s gloved hands and the knight’s scarred body was almost obscene. Mega swallowed hard—he wasn’t prepared to have them both so close, not like this, not after a battle where the blood still throbbed in his ears.
Battle Healer chuckled softly, her dress floating as if made of air, and Mega Knight had never noticed that her perfume was so…sweet. Mixed with the smell of metal and Dark Prince’s sweat, it seemed as if they had conspired just to disorient him. “You look like a recruit in his first training session,” he whispered, his hand slowly sliding down the knight’s thigh. Mega felt the blood rush to his knees beneath his helmet, his face burning. He knew they could sense his aura shifting — Dark Prince was already sporting that mischievous grin again.
"What's wrong, Knighty? Are we too close?" The Dark Prince spoke closer to Mega's face, his warm breath brushing against his chin. This had happened before, but they were alone, and this time, Mega had the Healer's heavy breathing on his neck. He swallowed again—the prince's lips were almost touching his, but he stopped, leaving him with that idiotic suspense that made everything more intense. "I think he likes it," the Healer murmured, and her hand opened his thigh more forcefully. The groan that escaped Mega was almost involuntary.
Dark Prince let out a low laugh and tried to lift Mega's helmet, but the knight's bandaged hands closed on his wrist too quickly, almost like traps. "Oh, don't joke," the prince grumbled, but his smile never faded. "You know I don't care about the scar—ah, are you trembling?" Mega Knight felt his throat tighten. He wasn't ready for this, not with anyone else but the prince around.
But then the Healer floated forward, her fingers gliding along the edge of his helmet as she whispered, "I can't see your face… if I'm sitting on it."
Mega Knight groaned hoarsely, and the Dark Prince seized the moment of weakness to remove his helmet in one swift motion, throwing it to the ground with a metallic thud. Mega's face was red, his eyes gleaming with shame and desire. Battle Healer wasted no time: she slid across his body as if made of mist, forcing him to lie down. Her dress fluttered like wings as she positioned herself over his face, her fingers bracing against Mega's breastplate for balance. "Open your little mouth," she tried, and Mega obeyed before he could even think.
Dark Prince took advantage of the scene to crouch down and bite one of Mega's thighs, his teeth sinking into the skin as one of his hands moved up the knight's body, squeezing the tense muscles. His other hand was already working on his belt, removing the blue belt and lifting the chain-mail with slow, precise movements. Mega felt the cold night air on his exposed skin, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of the prince's bare hands, which enveloped his thick cock with a firm grip.
"Dark Prince, w-wait—" Mega was specific, but the sound was muffled by the Healer's wet pussy, which was already rubbing its swollen lips against his mouth.
Who was she trying to fool? It had been decades since Healer had had this much fun. Dark Prince started with little kisses on the tip of Mega Knight's cock, his lips wetting the already swollen head while his fingers played with the knight's heavy balls. He stared intently at Healer, with that arrogant and mischievous expression that made her even wetter.
Each lick was calculated, each nibble on the side left Mega more lost, until the prince finally took him all the way down, swallowing almost effortlessly while his hands gripped the base. Mega let out a muffled moan against Healer's pussy, and she laughed, rubbing even harder against his tongue.
Mega Knight could no longer control his own body — Battle Healer's thighs were soft and warm between his fingers, and when he pulled her forcefully against his face, feeling the lips of her wet pussy press against his open mouth, it was pure desperation. He wanted to stifle his own moans, but her taste was sweet and salty at the same time, and each movement of his tongue only made Healer moan louder, her fingers gripping the breastplate of his armor as if she wanted to tear the metal off.
It was at that moment that he felt—the Dark Prince's fingers sliding along the curve of his buttocks, cold even in the night's heat, before entering without warning but gently. Mega arched his back, a hoarse grunt escaping as he tried to contract, but the prince was already opening him up, his fingers moving in and out with a cruel rhythm.
"Calm down, Knighty… relax, love, otherwise when my cock goes in it'll hurt," the Dark Prince murmured against Mega's thigh, his lips wet with saliva and precum. The voice came out hoarse, but with a tone of truth — a rare thing coming from him.
Mega felt the prince's fingers deepen, stretching him with a tortuously slow movement, while his tongue returned to licking the knight's scrotum. Each involuntary contraction of Mega's muscles made the Dark Prince chuckle softly, his teeth lightly scraping against his skin.
Mega Knight felt his legs tremble as the Dark Prince suddenly removed his fingers, leaving him empty and throbbing. Before he could protest, he heard the sound of the prince's leather belt being unfastened, followed by the wet smudge of lubricant being spread. Mega's heart raced — he knew what was coming next.
"Breathe, warrior," the Healer whispered, swaying her hips over his face as her fingers dug into Mega's sweat-dampened hair. Her scent was intoxicating as she rubbed her clitoris against his.
Dark Prince was gentle, lifting Mega's legs and letting them dangle in the air as he slowly entered, his hands gripping the knight's muscular thighs as if they were precious. Mega arched his back, his muscles involuntarily contracting as the tip of the prince's cock finally pressed against him. The air escaped Mega's lungs in a hoarse groan as Dark Prince sank inside him, inch by inch, until his thighs touched Mega's buttocks.
"It's okay, love" the prince murmured, leaning forward to bite Mega's neck while waiting for him to adjust. Dark Prince's warm breath sent shivers down Mega's sweaty skin, and when he finally began to move, it was with a slow, sensual cadence that made the knight desperately swallow Healer's fluids.
Battle Healer groaned loudly as Dark Prince suddenly grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him into a wet, devouring kiss. The prince's teeth clashed against hers in a possessive motion, and she responded with equal voracity, biting her lower lip as her fingers dug into his golden curls. The sound that escaped her was muffled by Dark Prince's tongue invading her mouth, and Mega Knight felt the rhythm within him shift — the prince was now thrusting erratically, losing control for a moment as he lost himself in the kiss.
Healer arched her back as Mega Knight dug his fingers into her thighs, pulling her even closer to his face. He was licking her with desperate intensity now, his tongue scraping against her swollen clitoris in a rhythm that made her muscles throb. She could barely breathe, each moan accompanied by the wet sound of Mega's tongue exploring her vulva, and the heat rising from her stomach was almost unbearable. Dark Prince noticed and laughed against her lips, his hips slamming harder against Mega Knight—a delicious punishment that made the knight let out a hoarse groan against Healer's wet flesh.
That little cabin grew a little too noisy for several more long minutes — muffled moans against soft thighs, the damp sound of skin against skin, and three bodies that no longer resembled armor or battles. All that mattered was the heat, the sweat, the way Mega Knight arched between Healer and Dark Prince, trapped between two beings who seemed to have conspired to destroy him with pleasure. Even the windowpanes fogged up, as if the entire cabin were panting together.
When silence finally fell, only the sound of heavy breathing and the scent of sex and magic remained in the air. Battle Healer floated a few inches from the mat, her hair disheveled and her dress barely pulled over her shoulders, as if she had no strength left.
Dark Prince lay on his side, one arm thrown over his eyes and a satisfied smile on his swollen lips. Mega Knight, for his part, looked as if he'd been crushed by a giant — lying face down, his muscles still trembling occasionally, as if his body couldn't believe that this delightful torment was over.
Battle Healer let out an exasperated sigh as she floated to the door, her fingers twitching impatiently on the doorknob. "You two, out." she ordered, pointing to the entrance with her chin as her dress still fluttered slightly, as if she were panting. "I have an entire Skeleton Army waiting in the infirmary, and they won't heal themselves just because you two decided to turn me into a mattress."
Mega Knight swallowed hard, still lying on the floor like a defeated corpse, while Dark Prince merely laughed, stretching his arms above his head like a satisfied cat.
I have a Clash Royale AU where the kings don't really care about their troops, since they consider them just pawns, basically just weapons for their games (chess reference). So the kings see the troops as pets, especially the Blue King, who has no mercy for his people, much less his children. Unlike the Red King, the Red King is just like his brother, but at least he sees his troops as people and not toys or pets. Because of this, many outfits that once belonged to the Blue Kingdom were transferred to the Red Kingdom, but unfairly, the Blue Kingdom is much more beloved, and the Blue King only ever sees his brother, the Red King, as the villain
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Fluff Power Pekka x Electro Wizard fanfic to electrify your weekend yayay ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
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"Electric Passion"
"Butterfly..." The metallic, trembling sound echoed across the empty field, followed by a dry crackle of electricity. Power Pekka looked at her enormous, steel-clad hands, now covered in thin, black ashes. The wind had carried the fragments away, dissipating them like smoke. She had tried to hold the butterfly carefully, her clumsy fingers trembling with concentration, but, as always, her body had betrayed her.
The surrounding field was filled with yellow and red flowers, a cruel contrast to the darkness that dominated her interior. Power Pekka sank her knees into the damp earth, tiny rays escaping from her horns in uncontrollable spasms. Each spark falling on the grass burned small black circles, marks of her impotence. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't even do that properly—only a hoarse, distorted noise escaped her metallic throat.
On the horizon, the sun was beginning to disappear, painting the sky in reddish hues that she could never touch without destroying. Power Pekka closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to feel the delicate wing of a butterfly without reducing everything to dust. It was an impossible fantasy, and she knew it.
Her heart, if she could even call it that, ached like an open wound.
Night wore on, and with it, silence.
No one came to those fields—no one, except the butterflies, who, by some tragic instinct, always approached her. Perhaps they saw her grotesque size and thought she was a giant flower. Or perhaps they simply didn't know what she was.
Power Pekka looked at the sky, the rays on her horns diminishing, but not disappearing. The last thing she wanted was to hurt something so fragile. But the world didn't seem to care what she wanted.
Meanwhile, in the nearby village, colorful lanterns swayed between the wooden houses, illuminating smiling faces and cups full of elixir. The smell of roast beef and fresh bread mingled with the sounds of laughter and music.
The Tesla tower was finally finished, its gleaming gears shimmering under the bonfire light. The builder, a man with calloused hands and an easy smile, raised his glass in a toast.
"The village is safe now!" he announced, and the crowd cheered, their footsteps marking the rhythm of the celebration. No one there knew what was happening in the fields beyond the walls.
The electric wizard, however, couldn't concentrate on the party. His fingers tingled with static electricity, as if something—or someone—was pulling his attention away. He looked towards the dark horizon, where the fields met the forest. A dry crackle of electricity, almost imperceptible, echoed in his ears.
It wasn't his.
E-Wiz knew the sound of uncontrolled energy—and this one came from somewhere lonely. Without a second thought, he moved away from the crowd.
When he finally found her, Power Pekka stood motionless, like a forgotten statue in the middle of nowhere. Her eyes, if they could even be called eyes, gleamed faintly in the darkness, fixed on the ashes the breeze insisted on carrying away.
E-Wiz hesitated for a second—he knew what she was, what she could do. But then he heard a single mechanical sigh, so full of sorrow that his own energy seemed to falter. He approached slowly, his hands open, fearless.
"H-hey..." he said, soft as a contained lightning bolt. Power Pekka didn't even turn around.
The smell of burnt metal and charred grass filled the air between them. When E-Wiz finally reached her side, he saw the small black circles on the ground, the marks of her pain. He knelt, ignoring the tingling that rose up his legs—her lightning was weak now, but still present.
"You... t-tried to hold her, d-didn't you?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't answer. Power Pekka only shook her head, a slow, heavy movement, as if carrying the weight of a world that would never understand her.
He had never seen such a powerful creature seem so fragile. Without thinking, E-Wiz reached out, letting his own energy flow through his fingers in small cyan arcs. Power Pekka looked confused as he lightly touched her helmet. A crackle, a glint—but nothing that hurt. He smiled, even as her involuntary discharge made his hair stand on end, more than usual, of course.
"L-look," he murmured, "it didn't ch-char me." For the first time in centuries, Power Pekka felt something resembling hope—and a light blue beam escaped from his horns, briefly illuminating E-Wiz's smiling face.
The moon was already high when he finally sat down on the grass beside her, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. "Do you want to learn to control this?" he asked, pointing to the beams that still shimmered on her.
Power Pekka looked at his own hands, enormous and dangerous, and then at E-Wiz—small, fragile, alive. She nodded slowly, but with a determination he had never seen in her before. E-Wiz smiled again, wider this time.
"Then l-let's begin!"
First, he tried teaching her simple words—nothing more than "E-Wiz," which he repeated while pointing to himself. After days of trial and error and sparks escaping from her helmet, she finally managed an almost recognizable sound. When he heard her murmur "E-Z," he jumped for joy as if she had recited an entire poem.
The reaction was so genuine that a tiny lightning bolt escaped her, striking his chest. E-Wiz just laughed, rubbing the spot where the electricity still sparked on his clothes.
"Better t-than butterflies, isn't it?" he said, and she—she almost smiled.
The following weeks were filled with patience and minor disasters. E-Wiz showed her how to take a deep breath before feeling the sparks escape, how to concentrate the energy in her feet before it surged up her body and exploded from her horns.
He never minded when she made mistakes—even when a strong shock knocked him to the ground, leaving his clothes burned and his eyes a little brighter than usual. “I t-told you so,” he’d say, laughing as he stood up. Power Pekka learned slowly, but she learned. And he never stopped smiling at her.
Over time, she began to understand more than just words—she understood the tone of his voice, the way his eyes sparkled when he saw her trying, how his energy fluctuated when he was tired. E-Wiz, in turn, began to recognize her subtle cues: the light tinkling of her plates when she was happy, the slower pace of her steps when she didn’t want him to leave.
Their energies mingled in the air, a silent game where neither needed to speak. And when, finally, she managed to hold a flower without destroying it, E-Wiz said nothing—he simply placed his hand over hers, feeling the gentle warmth of her contained energy.
That’s when she saw another butterfly landing on the flower she held. Its horns fluttered, sparks escaping for a moment before being suppressed. Her heart—if it could even be called a heart—leaped within her metallic chest. The butterfly was small, fragile, its blue wings shimmering in the sunlight. Power Pekka stood completely still, as if any movement could destroy that instant. And then, when the butterfly opened its wings and took off, leaving the flower intact, something inside her trembled.
She couldn't believe it—she was happy, too happy, and then, in the blink of an eye, the flower in her hands turned to ashes, carried away by the wind before she could even understand what had happened.
E-Wiz saw everything. He saw the moment she almost succeeded, saw the gleam that appeared in her eyes as the butterfly flew, saw the flower disappear in a flash of uncontrolled electricity. Power Pekka looked at her empty hands, the lightning bolts on her horns pulsing in spasms of frustration.
But before she could sink into that familiar sadness, E-Wiz appeared beside her, picking up another flower from the ground and placing it in his giant hands.
A-again," he said, just like that. And she tried. She tried again, and again, until her hands trembled with exhaustion and the sun was setting.
That night, when everyone in the village was asleep and the lights of the Tesla tower blinked softly, E-Wiz brought her something—a transparent glass, but not just any glass. Inside, butterflies of all colors flew in slow circles, their wings fluttering against the antistatic material that kept them safe. Power Pekka looked at it, her horns emitting small rays of excitement. E-Wiz smiled, carefully placing the glass in her hands.
"F-for you!" he said, and for the first time in centuries, Power Pekka felt something that wasn't pain, nor sadness—it was gratitude. And even if she could never put it into words, he knew.
She was so happy that her helmet emitted a series of small crackling sounds, but this time, unlike before, it managed to contain most of the energy. The rays that escaped were minimal, almost timid, as if she were learning not only to control her power, but also her emotions.
E-Wiz watched, proudly, as she held the glass with a delicacy that would have been unthinkable before. The butterflies inside seemed fearless—they simply flew, indifferent to the danger her hands had once represented. And that, more than any words, was what made her realize how much she had changed.
Without haste, E-Wiz sat beside her in the field, the grass still marked by the small black circles of her past failures. He rested his shoulder against her metallic arm, firm and cold, but somehow comforting. Power Pekka hesitated for a moment before leaning slightly, letting him embrace her forearm as they both gazed at the moonlight.
Fireflies appeared among the flowers, their tiny flashes dancing in the air like stars that had fallen from the sky. His warmth against her metal was strange, but not unpleasant—it was a reminder that she was not alone.
The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the distant hum of the Tesla tower and the almost imperceptible sound of butterfly wings fluttering against the glass. Power Pekka looked at E-Wiz, his face illuminated by the soft light of the fireflies, and had the strange feeling that perhaps she no longer needed to fear herself. And when one of the fireflies landed on her helmet, emitting an intermittent glow without being reduced to ashes, she knew—he was right.
୧ ‧₊˚ Heroic Giant x Reader cuz working is ass and oomf deserves it hehehehe 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
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"The New Empress"
"Do you think your grandma was a witch?
Your cousin asked as you bumped into a dusty shoe box. Inside, a yellowed envelope with your name written in shaky handwriting still looked damp, as if it had been sealed minutes ago.
Pulling out the letter, a strange smell of roses and gunpowder filled the air. "Dear granddaughter," the text began, "when the Giant Hero comes to get you on Sunday, don't be scared by his size. His mother swore he's kind, and the Heroic Emperor promised the palace has high enough gates."
Your cousin spat out her coffee as she read over your shoulder. "You were going to marry the SON OF THE HEROIC EMPEROR!? The one who crushes arena towers like they're straw dolls!?"
You held the paper up to the light, where strange spots moved like miniature crossed swords. "I… I think my grandmother played a lot more than bingo on Thursdays."
Your cousin pressed her finger against a hidden drawing in the corner: two intertwined hearts, with an arena tower between them.
"That's the Hero Clan's signature! But they disappeared after Arena 21 collapsed. They say the Hero Giant grew so big he flew through the sky and…"
"And now he wants to collect a debt of love from 60 years ago?" you finished, as something heavy hit the roof. The tiles began to tremble.
At the same instant, a finger the size of a lamppost pierced the window and pushed the shoebox away from you. A voice that made the cups vibrate in the cupboard said.
"Sorry I'm late, my queen. We giants are a little slow sometimes."
Your cousin fainted before she could even scream, falling onto the sofa with a thud that kicked up dust. You cowered against the wall as that mass of flushed muscles knelt in the garden, making the ground tremble as if an earthquake had struck him.
His blond, drooping hair fell in thick strands over shoulders broad enough to serve as a bridge, and his ivory and gold armor gleamed as if it had been polished minutes before.
"You… you don't look 80," you managed to say, noticing how your own hands trembled more than your grandmother's handwriting. The reply came with a smile that revealed teeth the size of bricks.
"Giants mature slowly, my queen. I'm still considered a young adult."
Outside, a group of villagers began to shout as the tail of his pet dragon accidentally knocked over the town square gazebo. He coughed, further reddening his already rosy cheeks
"Ah… that'll come out of my princely salary."
You had to suppress a nervous laugh as you helped two lumberjacks carry your unconscious cousin to the lawn, where she began muttering things about "secret clans" and "marriage tournaments."
The Giant Hero watched everything with those bright golden eyes, involuntarily twisting a lamppost as if it were a toothpick. "Will she be alright?" he asked, making the ground tremble slightly just from speaking.
Your answer died in your throat when you realized you were staring at that sculpted torso that defied any armor—breastplates so broad they could serve as war shields, marked by faint, shimmering scars that formed patterns of crossed swords. He noticed your gaze, and a slow smile appeared between those flushed cheeks. "My queen seems… curious?" he purred, while a villager behind him hid an admiring sigh behind his hands.
You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise up your neck. "It's just that… your armor is kind of… open." He looked at his own chest as if he'd only just noticed, and then laughed—a sound so deep it made the birds fall from the trees. "Ah! I forgot that humans wear more cloth than we do. But my mother says muscles are the best armor," he said, giving his chest a thud that echoed like a war drum. His cousin, half-awake on the lawn, murmured, "I need a glass of water… and maybe a priest."
Later, you were sitting next to your… fiancé? (that word still didn't sound real) on the edge of the lake, while he tried, unsuccessfully, to make pebbles skip across the water. Each of his throws created mini-tsunamis that drenched fishermen miles away. "I was better at this when I was three meters tall," he confessed, embarrassed, accidentally crushing a park bench as he adjusted. You tried not to laugh, but a snort escaped. He looked at you hopefully, like a giant dog that had just heard the clinking of biscuits.
Your cousin, now fully recovered, paced back and forth behind you, grumbling and spouting nonsense about "royal protocols" and "magical compatibility tests."
"You two are literally from different kingdoms! And he doesn't even fit in the church!" she shouted, waving her arms.
The Giant Hero scratched his head, more shy than before.
"Ah, we giants get married in ruined arenas. It's tradition—the more rubble, the more romantic," he explained, as if it made perfect sense.
You looked at the wreckage he'd left around the village—the twisted lamppost, the crumbling bandstand, the collapsed roofs—and felt a smile form.
"So… technically, we're already half married?" you joked. Your golden eyes gleamed like miniature suns.
"Exactly! I can't wait to see what happens when we dance the wedding waltz." Your cousin fainted again, this time face down on the lawn.
The Giant Hero sighed, making the trees sway. "I always ruin first dates," he muttered, looking at the gigantic footprints leading to his house. "Last time, I forgot my strength and accidentally threw the Electro Valley princess all the way to Arena 12." He frowned, casting a shadow large enough to cover three houses.
"She still sends letters… very angry ones."
His enormous fingers approached you carefully, as if you were made of crystal. "But you're different," he said, his voice low (which only meant that now it only made the windows tremble slightly). "You laugh when I drop things."
You couldn't deny it—there was something irresistible about that gentle disaster, the way his scars shone when he perked up, as if he carried tiny stars on his skin.
Then a rumble cut through the air—from the sky, an army of miniature dragons in armor appeared, carrying a banner that read "CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEWLYWEDS!"
The Giant Hero groaned. "Oh no… my mother sent flying congratulations." As if to prove his point, one of the dragons accidentally breathed fire into your cousin's barn, waking her up screaming...
"I KNEW IT WOULD END IN A FIRE!" He covered his face with his hands.
"See? This always happens to me."
You laughed until your back ached.
He stood up suddenly, making the ground tremble as if someone had dropped a piano from the tenth floor. "My father is going to kill me… the wedding starts in three weeks and I still haven't taken you to see the Summit of Heroes"
You choked.
"THREE WEEKS?" He nodded, then stopped, looked at your simple clothes and seemed to realize something terrible. "Oh heavens… you don't have a tsunami-proof dress, do you?" Your cousin, already standing, shouted, "I WARNED YOU! NO ONE LISTENS TO ME!"
With a quick movement (for a giant), he reached into a pouch attached to his belt and pulled out… a dress that looked like it was made of golden spider webs. "My mother sent them. She's loved you since you were five and took down a Barbarian with a rock."
You hesitated, touching the fabric that shimmered as if woven with light. "How did she know my size?" He blushed so deeply he looked like a beacon.
"She… often sent the minions to see if you were… alright." Your cousin fainted for the third time.
He extended a huge hand, this time carefully so as not to drop anything. "Shall we go? The Empire awaits its future empress."
You looked at the epic mess around you, at your cousin now lying on the ground, and at that giant who looked at you as if you were the only treasure he had ever found in the arenas.
You smiled. "Only if I can ride the dragon and you pay the village renovation" His eyes gleamed. "Darling, you can ride the castle if you want. About the village.... sure haha" And when he lifted you onto his shoulders, you swore you heard your grandmother laughing somewhere.
୧ ‧₊˚ Stupid Doodles today because I had a fucking psychotic crisis *:･₊˚.
poor miner…. I wish I was in his shoes lmfao
honestly, i liked the miner before Mega Knight because of his cute face hgausdw he is very cute (my comfort character hehe)
i just got bored on this lmfao
Explaining (i guess) what happened:
yesterday and today were the two worst days of the month.. I'm sure of that.
I made an appointment to meet my boyfriend but for some reason my head created another fucked up reality that made me believe he didn't go find me… AND HE WENT TO MEET ME AND I HADN'T GONE 😭😭😭😭😭
And then, this afternoon, just now, I had a psychotic crisis that someone was and watching (maybe there really was someone watching me, I can't say for sure…) but I don't know, I feel bad for yesterday… I feel bad for now… I really don't know what to do.
Oh...sweetheart, I'm sorry to hear that :(, But do you feel better now? And if not... that's okay, I've had those anxiety attacks too. I hope you're feeling better and I'm sending you love. I hope everything is alright and I hope that intuition of yours isn't true because I'm worried about your safety....
I have a headcanon that the prince and the dark prince are twin brothers, so when the red and blue kings die consecutively, they will become kings and the cycle will repeat. 🧍♀️
