I Absolutely Adore The Way You Write Athy As This Saint/goddess/holy Figure In A Lot Of Your WMMAP Stories.

I absolutely adore the way you write Athy as this Saint/goddess/holy figure in a lot of your WMMAP stories. She deserves all the love and devotion, and it just works really well for her character.

But it got me thinking about VADD and Penelope since (novel spoiler!):

She’s descended from the Ancient Mages that helped found the Empire with the Golden Dragon (Callisto’s ancestor). Now I’m wondering if the Ancient Mages were ever regarded as holy figures before Laila cursed them to be exiled and persecuted. Penelope being regarded as a literal saint because of her lineage would be a really interesting idea to write, especially with most of the nobility hating and reviling her because she’s a commoner only to do a 180 and worship her. Could you perhaps write some headcanons or a drabble for this? Or even a moodboard because with Penelope’s love of fashion she would absolutely look the part. Please? Have a good day!

Penelope has always felt the twinge of not-belonging within her family but little did she know it was truly because she did not belong with those who were beneath her. She who was part of the ancient line of mages who had founded the Empire- was a descendant of those who laid the bricks of what would become the greatest the world has ever seen. Gold jewelry sparkled at her neck and wrists, her white robes swishing at her ankles, her bright magenta hair in ever so soft waves- Penelope was a vision for all to see, but not one they could ever dare to touch.

Anonnnnn thank you so much for loving the way I write Athy QAQ I just did feel that she deserved everything I could possibly give her in the best way possible and if that was through worship, so be it lolol and it turned out to be the great option for me for writing wmmap ehehe and ahhhhhh novel spoiler for Penelope but that did make me intrigued enough, so I hope you enjoyed the moodboard + the little thing I wrote, I may come back to this in the future to write more for the idea too!! <333

sorry for thinking it's hot when men are experiencing the worst torment of their life. as if it's my fault

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Hello there! Love all the headcanons and drabbles you write for Callisto x Penelope. Would you be willing to write more for them where they’re devoted to each other but just being super unhinged about it? The yandere Penelope headcanons have me in a mood and I am starved for some good Yandere x Yandere content. Please and thank you!! 🙏

Callisto was sneakily eyeing Penelope as she stood near the pillar speaking with another lady of her age. She leaves her glass and gives him a small nod before she leaves with the lady, off to a small group of older women.

Callisto strides over, taking the wine glass in his hand and made eye-contact with the man who had plucked up the courage to talk with his Penelope earlier- just so he could place his mouth onto the imprint of her lips she had left behind on the glass in dark red lipstick.

When he sips the last of the wine, he looks up again, and everyone could see the smear of red upon his mouth. The way his eyes are widened and crazed under the gleam of chandelier lights. How tense his shoulders were, straining against the fabric of his uniform. They could see how he ached to strangle the man that turned and ran out the doors with his tail between his legs.

Callisto's anger was muted because he could still taste her on his lips, pressing them together to get a hint of the wine her tongue had touched.

Penelope watches this unfold before her, her fan fluttering gently as it covers her mouth but lets her eyes show to the masses. It hides her ever-growing smile as she grips her silken dress with whitened knuckles, waiting breathlessly for something to come.

She had reminded him oh so nicely earlier in the night, when they both snuck away to the balcony before getting caught by one of the lower nobles who had blushed a fiery red at the steamy sight in front of him.

Callisto had hated that someone had seen her in such a vulnerable state, but at the same time, loved that he could show her off as his- and Penelope was the same.

So she gave him a beautiful reminder for him and for all those who wanted to have a chance to spend the night with the deadly yet handsome crown prince of the empire.

Callisto turns his head ever so slightly, and there, at his neck, where he had loosened his tie just a bit due to the heat coming off the glaring lights above, were teethmarks.

The people nearest to Callisto could see it, like an engraving on an expensive pen or a family heirloom rifle. A possession so dear to the person that they would put their name on their beloved item to show everyone that it was theirs and theirs alone.

So much for the title of crown prince of the empire and soon to be emperor- he would gladly bend the knee to his fiancée, Penelope Eckhart, who had now shown high society that she had him under her thumb, and he too, was willing to play by her rules.

But she was just as accepting of him, if the way she stood a little awkwardly said anything. And nothing to say of the feeling of something sliding down her inner thighs, her smile quivering as she dared to hope she wasn't leaving a trail behind her every time she walked away.

do i even need to say it?