I Therefore Conclude That Everyone In The Cradlesona Discord Server Has A Kink For Gloves And Thigh Straps

i therefore conclude that everyone in the cradlesona discord server has a kink for gloves and thigh straps

Are you gonna trust the doc or nah?

bokuto: yo wanna hit up mcdonalds with me and kuroo later

akaashi internally: I have just heard the request of going to popular fastfood place commonly called mcdonalds. I was invited by my close friend bokuto, whomst I have known for 18693 hours, as well as kuroo for 7385. although my peers bring me positive emotions such as happiness, joyous, and contented. my tastes are not leaning towards the direction of mcdonalds. but i shall sacrifice that desires in order to spend time with my friends.

akaashi externally: sure

i heard yandere ranmaru yes yes yes 👌 tell me abt it please

WHY YES here is fanart

Thankyou to the discord channel for letting me shuv yandere ranmaru in there face

when you’re on a roll drawing even though you have no idea what you’re doing

Home Soon - Sirius Oswald x Sophia Olympia [Cradlesona]

see soph's profile || see marcus's profile

Genre: Angst, fluff cliffhanger(?)

Notes: Heavily inspired by many Hamilton songs. This was a thank you gift for @plumpblueberry for providing me xi's specialty teat cookies on discord but now we're going in an angst revolution òwó

Warnings: Implied character death

Disclaimer: this was set in a different timeline from the canon, where Soph and Sirius were married before the war.

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Cradle was victorious.

Both the Red and Black Armies had fought long and hard against the Magic Tower, soldiers were marching home and people were flooding the streets once more.

Still feeling elated at the success of the coordination of the Jack of Hearts and her husband's strategy, she hummed the tune of their wedding song happily as she worked. 

He should be home soon. 

The door opened abruptly, "Lady Sophia, you have a letter." Marcus waves the letter between his fingers, trying to catch her attention.

"If its from my husband, please leave it on the table. I'll check it later." 

"No, its from his underling."

And the letter said:

"Minutes before the Kings had declared the country's victory, our Lieutenant General, the Queen of Spades, was killed in a gunfight. The Queen had sacrificed himself to save a young soldier from the last wave of attacks.

"However, from fear and shock, the medics and soldiers retreated immediately due to sudden increase in casualties. It has been days since his remains were found and is now assumed to be gone, eaten by the wild animals in the forest.

"Mr. Oswald was known to be the best strategist in our proud army, and the beloved husband of Lady Sophia Oswald, who was also one of the Chosen Thirteen. He was also going to be the father of their first child.

"Our deepest condolences to you and your family. May his soul soar free on raven wings."

There was a pause.

"Lady Sophia? Are you alright?" Marcus asked quietly, unsure whether it was the right thing to ask or the right time to. His chest tightens at the sight of her tear-glossed eyes and sudden immobile state.

And a long, long pause.

"I have work to do."

The widow had temporarily taken over as the Queen, handing her previous position to Marcus, who redeemed his credibility and trust in the army before the war against the Magic Tower. The gold band on her finger sparkled underneath the glow of the lights in the office, taking the attention of anyone looking her way from her dull, swollen eyes.

When the last of the treaty was finalized, she neatly tucked the papers in an envelope. She sealed it with an azure wax seal, then imprinted the insignia of the Black Army against it. She slid the paper to one side and picked up another piece of blank paper.

And she wrote:

"If we were meant to be, you'd be with me, through thick or thin, in sickness and in health, for poorer or for richer, 'til death do us part; we vowed.

"But was it death that took you away or was it the cruel fate that had cursed me from my happiness for years?

"The idiotic act of my men had me enraged for weeks, but I no longer had the time as I needed to focus on my new work.

"Time.

"What would you do if you had more time?

"Perhaps we could be downstairs right now at the dining hall, celebrating our victory and freedom. Or maybe alone in your bedroom, feeling each other's love and warmth after weeks of separation. Or we could be in mine, telling you of the surprise I've been hinting for days. Or you could finally be with your childhood friends again, your dreams and goals achieved. 

"You didn't have to sacrifice yourself, my love. But was there really no other way? I knew you'd fight until the war was won, but you deserved a chance to meet your son.

"May you guide us from wherever you are.

"I love you. Forever and always."

She sealed the letter with a purple wax seal, imprinted the family insignia she's made, in tradition to her maiden family's.

Once the seals were dry, she carefully stood from her seat, scooting her chair farther from the usual, to give space to her growing belly. She instructed a soldier to hand the azure sealed letter to the King of Hearts, while she placed the other against her chest.

The air was cold down the otherwise quiet hallway if the cheerful sounds from the dining hall was ignored. His room was off limits for now, not even his wife can come in. Soph dropped the letter to the ground and gently slipped it underneath the crack of his door.

There were many letters on the floor on the other side, sealed and unread, perhaps, forever. All of it was from her.

Every day she wrote a letter. No receiver, no sender. Just a family seal and her thoughts and feelings in ink.

When dawn arrived, her feet was as cold as the sand between her toes. The salty sea breeze whipped her hair back and made her dress and coat flutter. Cold, but unbothered, she sat at the makeshift bench as a picture show began in her eyes.

"Is this how it'll be for the rest of my life?"

For the past few weeks, Soph had been walking along the shoreline when dawn breaks — like when Sirius was still with her. They would watch the sun rise together, making the most out of the beautiful scenery in each other's arms; a relaxing moment just before work. And now, despite the first rays of sunlight had reached her, she felt like a shell; hollow, cold and abandoned.

But in every sunrise, hope renews itself.

"We agreed our first son's name should be Jonquil, right?" A warm baritone speaks from behind her, sparking life quickly inside the husk like a match being lit.

Somewhere, a king and a wizard nodded silently, before going their separate ways with the faintest smiles on their faces.

He's finally home.