Abundance

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If I mentioned a ship (like I've been doing with goldenananas), and you happen to write the other half. Please don't feel like I'm pressuring to write it together with you. I don't like to jump into ships without even first seeing if our muses click to begin with. Everyone writes their muse differently, and sometimes even if we ship the characters, our writing may not mesh.

I say this as someone that's been approached solely for a ship without a hi, hello, nice to meet you. Literally a "I've been looking for a _____ to ship with!" I say this as someone that's been lowkey stalked because my muse was part of a canon ship. As well as someone that's kinda been pushed back when I was trying to make an effort in writing together with my ship partner, and our muses falling apart with interactions soured things. If they got to interact at all.

Golden Cheese blinked awake from her sleep where the darkened room shifted into a dimly lit glow just enough for the monarch to turn in her bed to find her friend nestled against her wings. And there she smiled to herself, turning just so to draw him into her arms for she loved his company in the night.

Though the roar and laughter filled the virtual realm below and beyond, the volume of their life lowered for Vanilla. The noise may help her sleep nowadays, but with him so close and safe, slumber should not stray far. That hair of the softened dawn was brushed free from his face and a kiss pressed to his cheek as Golden Cheese rested her head back against the royal pillows.

I'm glad I found you. You're safe.

Send “✘” for your muse to run their fingers along mine’s scars!

Attacking the sun never boded well. Most knew better, and in some cases, their lack of understanding came back to more than bite them. Fools... She had tried to stop them, but well... ignorant mortals would be judged the moment golden ichor spilled forth.

Having reserved herself to privacy for the day and now watching the sun begin to go down from the window, Hathor would find a place alone once night fell. The last thing Fanaile needed would be their palace abrupt in flames and chaos among the fae. And they need not concern themselves with her. Need not see their sun any less than perfec-

Oh!

She jumped at a hand upon her bare back and the feeling of the cool upon the streaks of searing gold. Clutching the sheer fabric of a draped gown against her chest, the goddess turned to see the silent king clutching their burned hand.

Now imagine Golden Cheese has hit a wall with her work.

Ananas arrives with all their... mango cookies... and Golden Cheese gets so thrilled seeing so many arriving to live, and volunteering to help rebuild, and all the excitement helps renew her motivation to get passed the wall.