#sweetener route

[albatris]

#hiiiiiii i cant sleep~ <3 #and i have to be up in three hours! #so youre getting this #nat has a monstermode if that sweetens the deal for anyone #and you have a 99% chance of death in the ethel route LMAO #if you are too forward with quinn too early they assume ur a spy and kill you <3 #alex has queerplatonic partner route #anyway. poll time. how are you being absorbed into the polycule #sans Ethel Ethel is not part of the polycule lmao and if u romance ethel the other characters #slowly stop speaking to you or acknowledging you #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears

[honeydippedwaffles]

Smallest Drop

Summary: Tav overhears Astarion complaining about their situation and decides to do what she can to make it a little better for him and she ends up surprising him in the process.

Tav isn't referred to by name. There might be a part 2 if this is well-received.

Content Warnings: She/Her Tav

Word Count: 1.8k words

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It started when she overheard a passing comment from behind her, grumbled in response to something Lae’zel said.

From the earliest parts of the day, they’d been making their way through difficult terrain; surrounded by thousands of bugs and mud up to their ankles. She’d tried not to complain about it though Astarion never shared her focus on quiet suffering and he had a fair point.

Though they’d managed to set up a fairly comfortable camp outside the grove – not wanting to impose nor deal with the druids for too long – they hadn’t really found any chance to properly bathe since their abduction.

The late afternoon glinted into her eyes as an idea presented itself.

She slipped away from the group almost excitedly to find the abandoned house where she’d spied it not long ago. After making sure it contained no nasty surprises, she’d left. It didn’t really have a roof and the majority of it had been burned down by some form of magical fire but most importantly, it had a tub.

One night together shouldn’t have made her so weak for the elf but despite all his sweetened words and falsities, he captivated her attention. She knew he meant little by it but sometimes those words made her days brighter regardless.

And she wanted to return the favour given how the muddy path came from her badly thought-out route.

The river running close by provided her with clean and cool water, not the easiest to move in large amounts but still able to fill the tub. It didn’t leak (a minor miracle) and she managed to use a little more of her already-exhausted magic to get a few charms warming the water up.

She smiled at her work proudly and left the charms to do her work while she made her way back to the grove to get some soaps.

Her shoulders shook a little as she eyed her small surprise. Proud and excited, she now faced the greatest of tasks.

Encouraging Astarion to actually step away from camp.

“No, thank you,” he said, dismissed her with the casual wave of a hand. “I’ve had quite enough traipsing through the forest for one day. If you want to continue finding every possible swamp insect to attack you, you’re welcome to be my guest.”

She sighed. “But I have something to show you. It’s a surprise.”

He smiled, strained. “My, aren’t you a desperate little thing. Maybe I’ll join you a little later in the night but for now, I’m afraid I don’t have the energy or the interest.”

“No, it’s not…” she groaned. “It’s just a bath, alright? I overheard you complaining about being dirty earlier so I found one for you.”

“Did you now?”

“Yes. Come along. Those runes aren’t going to last forever and I know you’re going to fuss about the water temperature.”

Astarion chuckled and she immediately knew he didn’t believe her. “I appreciate the creativity, darling. Really, I do, but you’ll find direct offers are far more effective on me.” He leaned closer and she became suddenly aware of how many eyes watched them from around the camp. “But if you’re really going to such lengths, I’m not going to deny you forever.”

Flushed, she stepped away and ducked her head. “Fine. I’ll use it myself but you better not complain once more about it.”

She ignored the slightly concerned expressions of her friends as she stormed back into the tree line by herself. Why she even thought he’d appreciate it… she shouldn’t have even bothered offering it to him. She really needed to be more selfish if she wanted to not get turned down by the vampire spawn again.

It stung more than she expected it to, even if she wasn’t offering anything more than an actual bath.

She brushed her fingers over the surface of the still-warm water when she got there and sighed. It still felt like a waste, even if she used it. Amazing how homesick she’d grown for her house when stuck out in the wild with nothing more of comfort than a single bedroll.

Maybe she should have stolen one of those beds from the goblin den they cleared.

The floor creaked and her hand flew to her weapon, spun around only to find a very arrogant elf who appeared annoyingly surprised.

“My, so it wasn’t even a ploy alone,” he said. “You genuinely managed to find a bath. I respect your dedication if nothing else. There are certainly easier ways of seeing me undressed.”

She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the water. “I was trying to do something nice for you but as you’re not interested, feel free to return back to camp.”

He stepped close enough to brush his fingers against her cheek. “Whoever said I wasn’t interested?”

“You did. In very direct words.”

“Well, things change. I’ve decided you’re quite right. It’s been far too long since I got to wash and you’ve been so sweet, setting it all up for me. I couldn’t be rude and turn you down right now, could I?”

Cursing the elf beneath her breath for his indecisiveness, she moved to walk past him. “Enjoy.”

Once again, she surprised him and Astarion took a second to respond, calling to her as she reached the edge of the charred flooring.

“You’re not joining me?”

She looked back at him. “Am I meant to be?”

“Why, yes. I can hardly be expected to do things like washing my hair all by myself. What if I get lonely or attacked?”

She frowned at him but he kept smiling at her in the same insistent way he did when he wanted something. The corner of his lips pulled up as though he knew a joke and didn’t want to share it. She couldn’t help herself but relent under his burning gaze; he’d done the same thing when she’d agreed to let him drink blood from her throat. Perhaps she should be concerned with where her willpower went when it came to this man.

“Alright,” she said. “I’ll help with your hair if you really need.”

“How fun.”

He insisted on being as distracting as possible when he got undressed. His constant glances at her met nothing in return but she couldn’t help glancing at the scars as he lowered himself into the tub.

Their ridges made her uncomfortable. Not knowing what it said frightened her for Astarion’s safety rather than her own.

Nothing good ever came from runes carved into flesh.

“There’s no need to act so shy, beautiful. You’ve seen me in far more compromising situations than this.”

She wouldn’t call their night together compromising but she ignored the comment regardless. His soft sigh of relaxation as he settled into the water worked wonders for clearing up her irritation.

How he managed to be so magnetic astounded her. She found a spot to sit behind him and slowly, gingerly, began to help him with his hair. Despite being ridiculously soft considering how long they adventured in the wilderness, it needed some careful care and attention.

She took care to stay gentle when she found where tangles turned into knots and worked them free without pulling. He gave a small hum when she had to give a soft tug and she took it as an okay to use a little more force.

“We don’t have much to work with but I did manage to get some things from the grove,” she said. “It won’t be up to your standards but I don’t think anything really is.”

Cagey about his past, all she knew surrounded the small snippets he gave her when upset or ranting. She doubted he’d ever had much time to fuss over which hair products he used, too busy watching over his shoulder for a constant threat. He still did so now when he thought nobody could see. His meditation never held him deeply as sleep took her.

“Regardless of whether or not it’s professional, I won’t complain about your skills with this.”

“Skills at detangling your hair?”

“At winning my favour.”

She frowned a little and focused on the white locks where they curled between her fingers. “I’m not only doing this because I want to impress you.”

“I’m sure you have other motivations,” he hummed, teasing. “But you know you’re more than welcome to join me whenever you’re ready. You chose a good-sized tub for both of us.”

She ignored him again, instead focusing on working out a tight knot. Once done, she encouraged him to lean back a little so she could massage the soap gently into his hair, rubbing soft circles against his scalp until his eyes fluttered closed and the smallest hint of relaxation showed in his expression.

Good. He carried far too much tension and she stopped herself from continuing the slight massage down to where she could see the stress in his neck and shoulders. How uncomfortable it must be but she didn’t want to encourage whatever strange idea he had about this situation.

Still, even if she hadn’t planned anything, she couldn’t deny her attraction.

She wanted to press her lips to the pale skin of his neck and trace the path of the water droplets as they pooled against his collar bone. She wanted to trail her hands over his sides and pull him close.

She coughed to stop her thoughts before they ran too far.

If the parasite in her skull didn’t kill her soon, she may just die from the way this elf made her heart pulse unnaturally fast.

“Everything alright?”

He sounded… well, still as flirtatious as ever but more concerned than she thought he would. She snapped her attention back to him and almost lost herself in those stunning eyes.

If she wanted to, she could so easily fall prey to his sweetened words and he really wouldn’t mind. He would encourage it even.

She finished washing the last of the soap from his hair and stood up somewhat uneasily. Pride still shone in her chest as he sat up properly, appearing far cuter than she anticipated with his hair falling flat against his skin.

She saw the invite on his lips before he even said it. Watched him flick whatever switch he had to draw her in and she hurried to leave.

“I’ll see you back in camp, alright?”

His confused expression followed her as she stepped away from the building but he didn’t call her back. She found her way back to camp with a slight heave to her chest and a desperate need for a distraction.

Though she really should have thought it through before she asked Lae-zel to spar with her. The bruise kept her up for the entire night – long enough to realise he didn’t come past for a taste of her blood in the evening.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

[rainbowbarnacle]

Please make a tea post so I can save it especially the pineapple ice cubes I need more info

Oh, like, different teas I like to make? Okay! :D

🍍Pineapple Tea🍍

The way I do it is really simple:

Buy a giant jug of already-made tea (I like gold peak!)

Buy a carton of pineapple juice

Freeze the juice into cubes, pour a little of it in the tea for extra flavor

And that's it. That's aaaall you gotta do.

There's all kindsa ways you can dress it up, but nine times out of ten I just do this and drink it by the gallon when it's hot out.

If you wanna get fancy with it, feel free to cold brew your own black (or green) tea, add actual hunks of pineapple fruit in there, add some orange juice, add some honey, add some coconut milk or sweetened condensed milk, whatever sounds good! (Also, pairing pineapple tea with coconut cookies? SO GOOD.) Put mint in the pineapple cubes if you like mint! Add a bit of boiled ginger root or some brown sugar and cinnamon for a little kick! Heck, last summer I used blue peaflower star-shaped ice cubes just because they were pretty.

(Peaflower petals don't taste like much, but they make a GORGEOUS blue, and if you put something acidic in there like lemon juice IT TURNS PINK. :D)

🍓Strawberry Tea🍓

I find this stuff sort of difficult to find where I live, so often I go the same route as the pineapple tea: grab a jug of black tea, grab a jug of strawberry juice, (ocean spray has a really nice cran-strawberry one I like) freeze the juice, mix, and enjoy. Super simple.

If I can't find strawberry juice, I dice some strawberries up and put it in a jar with some water and a bit of sugar for a few hours, then add *that* to the tea. (heck, it's really nice all by itself!)

What goes with strawberry? ANY DANG THING YOU WANT. I am particularly fond of lychee. Jasmine tea and rose petals pair really well with it too. Again, if you like mint, it's *really* nice with strawberry. And you know how if you put black pepper on strawberries they taste even strawberrier? (If you haven't tried this, go do it, it's magic.) Same goes with the tea, add some peppercorns or a teeny bit of chili powder or some ginger.

If you wanna drink it hot or cold brew a batch of your own, here are some brands that are also nice:

1. Strawberry Sensation

2. Adagio Strawberry Tea (this is also where I got the peaflower petals)

3. Any of Lupicia's Strawberry Teas they are HEAVENLY

🍏Apple Tea🍏

As with the pineapple and strawberry teas, it's totally fine to just go find some ready-made tea and mix it with some apple cider or apple juice for tasty low spoons fun. If you drink it iced, a bit of sugar and lemon juice brings out the apple flavor nicely!

I prefer drinking this stuff hot though. You know that Fall Drink post that was floating around? IF YOU HAVEN'T YET, TRY IT, IT'S AWESOME.

☕Chai Tea☕

So here's the thing about chai for me personally: I don't tend to drink it iced or sugary, but if you do like it iced and sugary, there are a couple of really nice chai tea concentrates:

Oregon Chai Latte

Tazo's Chai Latte (Forget the "skinny" nonsense, I just wanted to include an option with no milk so you can add whatever you want to it)

Pacific Chai isn't concentrated, but you can use it to make hot or iced chai and it's really lovely, not too sweet and super easy to work with. As for dressing up chai, I don't tend to! There's already so much going on with all the flavors, I just drink it as-is most days. Play with milk-to-tea ratios or sugar amounts all you like, figure out what's your jam.

I do know that mixing chai and coffee together (or chai and chocolate together) is guaranteed to make a feeling groovy kind of morning, at least if you have two thumbs and you're me. Iiii think that's all the tea blather I can think of for right now. Thank you for asking, anon, it was fun! Anybody reading this, feel free to add your own favorite things to do with tea. :D

#domestic blifs #this has been tea blather with rainbowbarnacle #thank you for attending my TEA-d talk

[hey-therebebes]

Draco Malfoy Dating Headcanons

Protective Partner: Draco's protective instincts run deep. You'll notice he's always looking out for you, whether it's making sure your robes are properly fastened before heading to class or discreetly checking your tea for any accidental sugar-sweetening charms.

Late-Night Patronus Walks: He'll suggest late-night walks around the castle when you're feeling stressed. With his Patronus leading the way, you'll explore Hogwarts in a whole new light, safe and cared for.

Borrowed Time-Turner: In secret, he borrows Hermione's Time-Turner to ensure you have more time to prepare for exams or simply spend more moments together.

Defending Your Honor: If anyone dares to say a bad word about you, Draco won't hesitate to defend your honor. Expect some well-worded but scathing retorts to anyone who crosses the line.

Customized Protection Charms: He spends hours researching and crafting customized protection charms to keep you safe. Your Amulet of Protection is a testament to his dedication.

Planning Escape Routes: On adventures together, he always has an escape plan in mind, just in case things take a dangerous turn. It's a mix of his Slytherin cunning and his unwavering care for you.

Care Packages: During stressful times, you'll find thoughtful care packages waiting for you in your dormitory or common room. They include calming teas, relaxation potions, and handwritten notes of encouragement.

Unsolicited Comfort: When he senses you're upset, he'll show up with comforting gestures like a favorite dessert from the kitchens or a playlist of calming wizarding tunes.

Learning Defensive Spells Together: He'll offer to teach you defensive spells, not just for your safety but because he enjoys spending time with you in the Room of Requirement, honing your magical skills together.

Occasional Romantic Surprises: Amidst all the protection, he occasionally surprises you with romantic gestures, like a hidden bouquet of enchanted roses or a handwritten love letter sealed with a kiss.

Slytherin Chill: Beyond the intimidating façade, Draco possesses a surprisingly chill and laid-back demeanor in your relationship.

Picnics by the Lake: You'll often have spontaneous picnics by the Black Lake, with Draco bringing along a magically enchanted blanket that repels insects and warms you both on cooler days.

Wizarding Movie Nights: Draco enjoys curling up with you for wizarding movie nights in the common room, complete with buttery popcorn and cozy blankets. His favorite films include classics like "The Wizard of Oz" and "Gilderoy Lockhart's Adventures."

Relaxed Quidditch Sessions: While he loves watching Quidditch, he also enjoys casual Quidditch sessions where you can both take to the skies for some friendly one-on-one games.

Ice Cream at Florean Fortescue's: On hot summer days, you'll often find yourselves at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley, trying out unique magical ice cream flavors.

Shared Mischief: Draco has a mischievous side, and you'll collaborate on harmless pranks, like charmed snowballs during the winter season or making the Hogwarts suits of armor do the conga when no one's looking.

Fireplace Gazing: During the colder months, you'll sit by the common room fireplace, just gazing at the flames and chatting about everything and nothing until the early hours of the morning.

Sunset Strolls: He enjoys sunset strolls around the Hogwarts grounds, holding hands and sharing stories about your day as the sky transforms into a canvas of warm colors.

Cooking Adventures: You both experiment in the kitchens, attempting to cook up magical dishes and sometimes failing spectacularly, resulting in giggles and magical food fights.

Magical Art Classes: You take elective magical art classes together, learning to paint and create, with Draco surprising you with his hidden artistic talent.

Gardening in the Greenhouses: Occasionally, you'll escape to the Hogwarts greenhouses to tend to magical plants and have quiet, private moments among the foliage.

Romantic Gestures: Draco's romantic side is more enchanting than you'd expect, with a touch of magic and thoughtfulness.

Hidden Love Letters: Draco leaves secret love letters for you to discover around Hogwarts. These letters reveal his innermost feelings and often lead to romantic rendezvous.

Candlelit Dinners: He arranges candlelit dinners in the Slytherin common room, complete with floating candles, soft music, and your favorite dishes conjured by house-elves.

Stargazing in the Astronomy Tower: On clear nights, Draco leads you to the Astronomy Tower, where you both lay beneath a magical, star-filled sky. He even points out constellations and shares whimsical stories about them.

Enchanted Flowers: He gifts you enchanted roses that change colors and emit a soft, soothing fragrance when touched. Each color represents a different memory or emotion.

Impromptu Dance Parties: Draco loves to dance when no one's watching. He'll sweep you off your feet for impromptu waltzes in empty corridors, and you'll share laughter and twirls.

Magical Surprises: Draco is skilled at performing small, charming spells to surprise you. Picture books that come to life, floating messages, or even a magically animated scarf that wraps around you on a chilly day.

Gondola Rides on the Black Lake: He once arranged a private gondola ride on the Black Lake, complete with a singing mermaid and a personal concert by the giant squid, which he swears can play the violin.

Music Box Keepsakes: He gifts you a magical music box that plays your song whenever you open it, providing a soothing and nostalgic background to your special moments.

Magical Jewelry: Draco often surprises you with unique magical jewelry, like a necklace that changes its design according to your mood or a bracelet that glows when you're near.

Starlit Walks Through the Forbidden Forest: As a daring gesture, he once led you on a starlit walk through the Forbidden Forest, conjuring a protective Patronus to guide the way and ensure your safety.

Quidditch Dates: Draco's passion for Quidditch creates some memorable moments in your relationship.

Cheering in the Stands: You'll often find yourselves in the stands, cheering for his favorite Quidditch team. Draco's enthusiasm is contagious, and you can't help but get swept up in the excitement.

Friendly Bets: Draco enjoys friendly bets on Quidditch matches. Whether it's a bet on which team will win or a wager on who can catch the Snitch first during a casual game, there's always a playful competition.

Private Quidditch Matches: Occasionally, he arranges private Quidditch matches for just the two of you. Flying together through the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, you share exhilarating moments in the sky.

Quidditch Snacks: Draco has a penchant for Quidditch-themed snacks. You'll enjoy butterbeer together, munch on Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and share a bag of Chocolate Frogs during matches.

Quidditch Strategy Discussions: After matches, you engage in deep discussions about Quidditch strategies, analyzing the players' moves and debating team tactics over butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.

Surprise Quidditch Gifts: Draco surprises you with Quidditch-themed gifts, such as a personalized Quaffle with your name on it or a vintage Quidditch poster for your dormitory wall.

Seeker and Chaser Duo: If you're a fan of Quidditch too, you may join him as a Seeker or Chaser in friendly games, perfecting your teamwork and celebrating victories together.

Quidditch Feasts: After a particularly exciting match, Draco arranges celebratory feasts in the Great Hall, complete with themed decorations and Quidditch-shaped desserts.

Quidditch-Related Adventures: Your shared love for Quidditch often leads to adventures like sneaking into the Quidditch supply room to try out different broom models or exploring the hidden corners of the Quidditch pitch.

Quidditch under the Moonlight: Draco once organized a special night Quidditch match under the light of the full moon, making it a magical experience that you both cherish.

Hidden Vulnerabilities: Beneath his tough exterior, Draco harbors hidden vulnerabilities that become more apparent as your relationship deepens.

Late-Night Conversations: On quiet nights in the Slytherin common room, Draco opens up about his fears, doubts, and insecurities. You're the one he trusts to confide in.

The Weight of Expectations: He often discusses the heavy burden of his family's expectations and how it has affected him throughout his life. You provide a safe space for him to express his frustrations and aspirations.

Boggart Lessons: Together, you face Boggarts in Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Draco's boggart reveals his fear of failure, which you help him conquer by his side.

Coping with Trauma: Draco's experiences during the Second Wizarding War have left scars. Your unwavering support and understanding help him heal from the trauma he's endured.

Facing Prejudices: He admits to wrestling with the prejudices instilled in him from a young age. Through your influence, he begins to question these beliefs and grow as a person.

Strength in Vulnerability: Draco discovers that there's strength in vulnerability. He sees how sharing his fears and uncertainties with you brings you closer together and fosters emotional intimacy.

Embracing Change: Your relationship encourages him to embrace change and growth. He starts to distance himself from toxic influences and becomes more open-minded.

Supportive Partner: You're there to reassure him that it's okay not to have all the answers, and together, you navigate the challenges of young adulthood in the wizarding world.

Learning from Mistakes: Draco acknowledges his past mistakes and regrets, striving to be a better person. Your forgiveness and encouragement help him on this journey of self-improvement.

Shared Strength: As your relationship deepens, you both draw strength from each other's vulnerabilities, finding solace in the fact that you're there for each other, no matter what.

The Library Dates: Draco's appreciation for the library creates a unique dynamic in your relationship.

Late-Night Study Sessions: You often find yourselves in the library, huddled over textbooks and parchment. Draco's dedication to his studies is contagious, and together, you make the most of your time there.

Library Adventures: Occasionally, you embark on "library adventures" to uncover hidden magical texts or solve mysterious riddles tucked away in forgotten corners of the Hogwarts library.

Book Recommendations: Draco enjoys recommending books to you, especially those related to pure-blood traditions, ancient magical practices, or hidden wizarding history. You have a growing collection of these unique titles.

Shared Tables and Whispers: The two of you share a special table in the library, where you whisper secrets, exchange notes, and occasionally get shushed by Madam Pince, the librarian.

Comfort in Silence: There's a comfort in the shared silence of the library. Even when you're not studying the same subjects, just being near each other as you read or research feels reassuring.

Magical Library Nooks: Draco knows all the magical library nooks, like the one with the enchanted armchairs that massage your back while you read or the hidden alcove that's perfect for secret meetings.

Library Pranks: Occasionally, you engage in lighthearted library pranks, like using quiet spells to make books float or charming quills to write amusing comments in the margins of dusty tomes.

Researching Together: You both collaborate on research projects and help each other find obscure information or historical references, often staying late into the night to uncover hidden mysteries.

Magical Creatures and Herbology: Draco's growing interest in magical creatures and Herbology leads to joint field trips to the Forbidden Forest or the greenhouses, where you bond over your shared fascination.

Quiet Declarations: In the library's hushed atmosphere, Draco occasionally slips sweet notes or declarations of love into your books, knowing you'll find them when you least expect it.

Shared Interests and Intellectual Conversations: Your relationship with Draco is enriched by your shared interests and deep, intellectual discussions.

Pure-Blood Traditions: Draco introduces you to the intricate world of pure-blood traditions and histories, giving you insights into the intricacies of wizarding society.

Ancient Runes: You both share a fascination with ancient runes, spending hours deciphering and studying runic texts, which often leads to thrilling discoveries and moments of excitement.

Dark Arts (Responsibly): While mindful of ethical boundaries, you both have an interest in the Dark Arts, studying their history and countermeasures to better understand and combat dark magic.

Philosophical Debates: Draco enjoys engaging in philosophical debates, discussing topics like destiny, free will, and the nature of magic deep into the night.

Magical Creatures: You both embark on journeys to study magical creatures, from the majestic Hippogriffs to the elusive Thestrals, fostering a shared love for the wizarding world's diverse inhabitants.

Wizarding History: Exploring the rich tapestry of wizarding history becomes a joint passion. You visit historical wizarding sites, like the ruins of Hogwarts' original castle, and uncover hidden secrets.

Art and Aesthetics: Your shared appreciation for magical art and aesthetics leads to visits to wizarding art galleries and discussions about the symbolism in various magical artworks.

Deconstructing Spells: You spend time together deconstructing spells, seeking to understand their inner workings and experiment with spell modifications, occasionally leading to delightful magical surprises.

Potion Brewing: Potion brewing becomes a shared hobby. You challenge each other with concocting complex potions and share your successes (and mishaps) in the art of potion-making.

Exploration of Magical Locations: Your mutual love for exploration takes you to lesser-known magical locations like ancient standing stones and hidden wizarding villages.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy x reader #y/n #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter

[pomefioredove]

Okay but imagine one of the guys actually win the prefect, and they just go rubbing it on the others face by making them wear their respective form uniform.

Except Kalim, he would probably just make them have a sleepover every night and paint each other nails.

ohhh see now I'm imagining all the alternate routes this could take... okay okay I'm so here for this. like half of the cast would totally make them wear the uniform just to rub it in, the other half would just be crazy about seeing them in the dorm uniform at all. I DO have some thoughts on this concept alone... and I'll make another part later yk yk

summary: joining their dorms + wearing the uniforms. a proper ending to this type of post: short fics characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, riddle, ruggie, azul, jamil, kalim, vil additional info: yuu is gender neutral, ruggie is cute, azul is the cutest, vil enjoyers come get your food, maybe a little ooc for some parts

If you thought it was bad before, the news that Malleus intended to marry you made everything about twenty times more chaotic. Bids were upped to insurmountable sums, rumors were spread like the plague, fights were raging through campus as the deadline to donate approached. Even Crowley was starting to feel a little antsy, despite all of the brand new amenities he had already ordered for his office.

Finally, the day came. The announcement was held in the courtyard, where just about any student who had stakes in the matter had shirked whatever after-school responsibilities they had to gather. The prefect themselves was nowhere to be found, though only few noticed their absence.

"Maybe it'll be nice," you say to your direbeast companion, the both of you tucked away in a dark corner at Ramshackle.

"It'll definitely beat living in this dump. You think they got good food in Diasomnia?" Grim murmurs.

You grimace. "Uh... sure. I can't imagine they wouldn't, right?"

Crowley clears his throat, pulling a thin, delicate envelope out of his coat pocket while the crowd eagerly watches on. He takes his sweet time opening it, much to everyone's utter dismay, and when he finally withdraws the contents the entire courtyard falls quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

"And our winner is..."

First Year's Ending

"Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, and Epel Felmier. Congratulations! The prefect will be ready at Ramshackle for your collection this evening. I trust you'll sort out the details..."

The four freshman look between each other, a mix of awe and shock on each of their faces.

Everyone else is staring daggers at them.

Vil is the first to speak. "How?"

"We may or may not have sweetened the deal with a few exclusive bonuses," Ace snickers, crossing his arms. Vil rolls his eyes. Deuce sighs.

"We'll be Crowley's new slaves for months after this..."

Jack grumbles from the back of the four. "Well, it was worth it. Imagine if someone underhanded and dishonest had won, and-"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever,"

The four pause, looking between each other in silence. Then, finally:

"So who will they be staying with?" Epel asks, catching Vil's attention again.

"Excellent question, Epel," the housewarden smiles, stepping back into the conversation. "We would be more than willing to accommodate the prefect at Pomefiore. Our dorm far outshines the others."

Leona growls. "I heard that. Besides, why should you be first in line? We've already housed them before, they were plenty comfortable then,"

"As I recall, you forced them into servitude as penance for staying," Riddle snaps. "Not exactly the friendliest host. I think they would be much more comfortable at Heartslabyul."

The four freshman can only watch in silence as the housewardens break out into bickering with one another about who's dorm is best.

"Soooo..." Ace starts. "Maybe we should rotate?"

Deuce sighs. "For once, you actually have a good idea,"

Riddle's Ending

"Riddle Rosehearts, congratulations! I'll alert the prefect at once," Crowley says, immediately turning and disappearing into the crowd before anything can get ugly.

It doesn't exactly come across as a surprise to anyone- Riddle closely calculated his spendings, taking into consideration Leona's overconfidence, Malleus' stranger proposal, and Kalim's over-enthusiasm.

Of course, with some additional prodding about how no other dorm is responsible enough to handle another person like Heartslabyul, Crowley finally gave in.

And now, you're sat in front of the dorm's rose gardens, suitcase in tow as you make no apparent effort to walk in.

"Thought I'd find you out here," Trey says, taking a seat in the grass next to you. "Feeling okay?"

"Nervous," you admit.

Trey chuckles, much to your annoyance. "I promise there's really nothing to be nervous about. Riddle is really quite happy you're here,"

You find that a bit surprising, though you suppose it's hard to tell when he's excited. He always has this impression of deep psychological stress on him that makes him difficult to read.

"Is he?"

"Oh, yeah. He's been running Ace and Deuce ragged getting ready. He really wants to impress you," Trey pauses with a small smile. "You'll get used to the order of things here in no time. And if you ever need any help, you've got me, Cater, Ace, Deuce... I'm sure even Riddle will take it easy on you."

You smile in return. "Thanks, I-"

"Prefect!" Riddle storms out of the front doors, looking rather well-dressed for a simple Tuesday afternoon. "You were expected four minutes ago! I've taken the liberty of finding your measurements, so your dorm uniform is already ready and inside!"

Yeah. Excited, right. You give Trey a little look (to which he only waves merrily) and start off behind the housewarden.

For a moment, as you follow him, you could swear you catch him humming and smiling. But before you can say anything about it he catches Ace messing with your dorm uniform and starts shouting.

Ruggie's Ending

"And the winner is... no... this can't be right..."

Crowley clutches the paper, bringing it close to his face. He clicks his tongue, murmuring to himself.

"Um... Ruggie Bucchi, everyone!"

The news sends a shockwave through the audience, and everyone turns to the sophomore at the back of the courtyard. The sudden shift in energy is enough to make him drop his sandwich.

"Damn it..." he grumbles, picking it off the ground and swiping the dirt off of it with his sleeve. "Still good, eh?"

"Are you deaf?" Leona glares. "You're just embarrassing yourself now, and me by association."

Ruggie raises an eyebrow. "What? Oh, the lottery-thingy? I'm pretty sure Crowley misread that. He's going senile, y'know,"

Crowley crosses his arms, begrudginly handing off the paper to Azul in the front. He adjusts his glasses.

"It says Ruggie Bucchi,"

"Then someone mistyped it! I'm telling 'ya, there's no way I managed to scrounge up enough before the deadline. I was digging between couch cushions by the end of it,"

Leona looks as if he's about to smack him upside the head. "Would you just get up there?"

"Geez, alright. But don't blame me when someone comes around with the right winner later," he says, trudging to the front of the crowd. "So what do I gotta do?"

"Erm... the prefect is waiting at Ramshackle. You'll collect them and return to Savanaclaw, where you'll be responsible for handling the details."

"Sure, whatever. Let's get to it, then,"

---

Even your surprise is palpable, though you suppose it could be a lot worse. Ruggie has been a pal before, helping you out at Sam's and convincing Leona to let you off the hook when you accidentally annoy him.

Though, he himself seems less than pleased as you step out of your new room in Savanaclaw, dressed in a slightly too-big uniform.

Leona smirks as if watching something amusing and claps, slowly. "Looking good. See, none of those other pompous outfits woulda looked half as nice on you. Nice work, Ruggie,"

Ruggie rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall. Leona excuses himself to find somewhere warm to nap, leaving you two to stare at each other.

"So... what's wrong?"

"Hm?"

"I mean," you say carefully. "You don't exactly seem excited about winning."

"Oh," Ruggie shrugs. "That's cause I didn't. Guys like me don't win anything. I'm sure someone will come to give you away to the right winner tomorrow."

The thought doesn't sit well with you- you're already here, after all, and Grim is gorging himself in the lounge, and you really-kinda-don't-mind Ruggie winning.

"Well, I hope not,"

He raises an eyebrow. "You know I can hardly afford to take care of myself, right?"

"So then we're even. Just don't make me go through all that bidding stuff again," you sigh. "Let's leave it at that."

A brief, though comfortable silence falls over the two of you, and then he grins. "Alright, then. I can live with that,"

Octotrio's Ending

"Azul Ashengrotto!"

Azul's immediate reaction is to collapse. he hadn't really realized how much stress the anticipation was causing him until suddenly his knees were buckling like he was learning to walk on land all over again.

Floyd grabs his shoulder to keep him upright and Jade joins the scattered applause.

"Don't look so pale, Azul. I'm sure this will prove to be a worthwhile investment," he says, folding his hands neatly in front of him.

A part of Azul knows that Jade isn't referring to anything financial, but he doesn't say a word about it.

"Besides," Jade goes on. "It'll be nice having another member of my club."

Both Azul and Floyd groan in unison.

---

Floyd gives you a standing ovation when you walk into the Mostro Lounge, fully dressed in the provided dorm uniform.

Azul, on the other hand, looks away entirely.

"It feels too long," you say, staring at the bottoms of your pants. You're not exactly in a place to complain, so you keep your voice meek.

"We can make the necessary adjustments," Jade says, walking into the room with a tray of tea, his all-too-knowing smile as unnerving as ever. "You look very nice, though. Wouldn't you say, Azul?"

The merman's eyes immediately turn away from Jade. "Hm?"

"Tell the prefect they look nice, Azul,"

Floyd laughs from across the room, clearly enjoying the spectacle. You tilt your head to the side like a curious puppy, not exactly sure what this banter is about. But it's not your place to pry, either.

Azul's face is beet-red. "You... look nice,"

"Thank you,"

"So are they gonna work or what? I'm tired," Floyd whines, lying on one of the couches and kicking off his shoes.

Azul grimaces. "Don't do that, that's disgusting. And I thought we should let them adjust a few days before giving them the option of working,"

"Option?" Jade's grin widens. "My, aren't you feeling generous?"

"I... assume this process has been rather jarring. I don't want any of my employees distracted or mopey. Is that right?"

You blink. "Uh... yes. This whole thing has been pretty terrible,"

Azul nods in acknowledgement as Grim tumbles in the room, wearing a brand new purple and silver-streaked bow. "Can't believe you guys had one of these 'jus lying around! I feel like a million thaumarks!"

You chuckle and scoop him into your arms. "You look very handsome. Just like Azul,"

Azul can feel his soul leaving his body and has to swiftly turn around to face the wall so you can't see him blushing. Floyd laughs.

"Oh- oh I meant the bow looks just like Azul's outfit!" you correct yourself. He pretends he didn't hear anything at all.

Jade breaks the awkward silence with a chuckle. "Ah, what fun this will be. Now, I think it's only appropriate that we give these two a proper welcome dinner. Prefect, do you care for mushrooms?"

Floyd and Azul groan in unison.

Jamil's Kalim's Ending

"Kalim al-Asim!"

Everyone could see that coming from a mile away. The disgruntled mumbles and groans of the crowd are drowned out by the cheers and claps of one sophomore, practically jumping up and down in the middle of the crowd.

"Yes! Yessss! This is going to be so much fun!"

Jamil suddenly looks exhausted.

Kalim runs to the front of the crowd, shakes Crowley's hand, steals the envelope from him, and sprints the rest of the way to Ramshackle.

Your moping is quite abruptly interrupted by a procession of loud knocks at the door, and after managing to summon your courage, you answer them.

"Wh-"

The very second the door is open, a familiar ball of energy is in your arms, squeezing you tightly.

"I wonnnn, prefect! I won!"

Your eyes widen. "You- you-"

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Out of everyone who threw their name in the hat, you couldn't get much luckier than Kalim. Financial problems? Gone. Loneliness? Blown away in the wind. Your chances of getting assassinated...? Well, let's hope Jamil is in a good mood.

Your uniforms are ready, measured to the exact inch, sitting on a set of mannequins that greet you as soon as you're inside.

Jamil is hovering behind one of them, picking at the sleeve of your school uniform for stray threads. He gives you a sideways glance, not exactly looking happy.

"My two best friends in the whole world in the same dorm!" Kalim claps. "You have to try on your dorm uniform, you'll love it! Oh, let me get you some new sheets- we have silk!"

He bounds off down the hall, leaving you alone in the lounge. The silence is thick and uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I'm outta here," Grim says, walking off in the opposite direction.

"Grim!" You whisper-shout.

"It's a preventative measure! No cracker-dry mouth for me!" and with that, he's gone.

Jamil smirks slightly, turning his attention back to sorting the uniforms. "You should get changed while you still can. I have a feeling Kalim will be attached to your side for the rest of the evening,"

You're pleasantly surprised to see how well the dorm uniform fits you, and your return to the lounge is accompanied with a little smile. The fabric is light and breezy, perfect for the dorm's usual weather- you could certainly get used to the perpetual summer.

"Fits well, I presume?" Jamil asks. "You certainly seem to be in high spirits."

"It could be worse,"

"Much worse," he agrees.

A silence falls over the two of you. Eventually, he sighs to himself, watching you out of the corner of his eyes.

"If you ever need a break from Kalim," Jamil says tentatively. "I could certainly find a way to distract him. Just so you know."

You understand the nature of his offer immediately, and though you know it's wrong, you don't exactly say no.

"...Thank you, Jamil,"

Vil's Ending

"Vil Schoenheit! Thank the sevens..."

Though he walks to Ramshackle to collect his prize with a sense of ease, Vil admits that there was a brief moment where he felt anxious about not winning.

Standing in that crowd, surrounded by royalty and nobles, his chances were higher than most but certainly not assured. The very thought of you being stuck with someone other than him was enough to send a shiver up his spine.

After all, how many people on this campus would you feel comfortable with taking your measurements? None, none but him.

"Hold still," he says for the millionth time. "I'm almost done."

Vil insisted on taking your measurements himself, and you had no qualms about that. After all, things could be worse.

"There. I'll have these sent out right away. Pomefiore has many students of your size, so it's likely we'll have a spare uniform for you. That is, until I can have one custom-made,"

"You really don't have to..."

He raises an eyebrow. "Of course I do. You're a Pomefiore student now, I expect you to present yourself like one,"

A knock at the door pulls your attention away from him, though it's Vil who answers it.

He returns to you, dorm uniform in arm.

"That was fast," you say, accepting the bundle of clothes.

"Punctuality is important. Now, get changed, I want to see what I'll have to adjust for you,"

Waiting for your return is almost as nerve-wrecking as it was waiting for Crowley to call out his name. Vil can't be sure why exactly you're making him so nervous now, but it's all he can do to keep from showing it.

The dorm uniform- which you've dawned before- is just as comfortable as you remember. Warm, but not suffocating, soft but durable.

Vil stares at you for a short while before saying anything, simply drinking in your presence.

"Come here. I need to have a look,"

You inch forward, standing in front of him as he turns around you in circle, inspecting every inch. "Well, it fits much better than your last,"

He pauses, stopping in front of you. You look down at your feet, feeling as nervous under his analytical gaze as ever.

Vil chuckles, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. "You look wonderful. I'll have to help with your confidence, though,"

Good Ending

"And our winner is... M-"

"Crowley!" a loud voice resonates from the very back of the crowd. The sound of hurried footsteps follow it as Trein and Crewel show up on scene.

"We're... we're kind of in the middle of something-"

"You are absolutely not. I cannot believe I had to find out about your little scheme from Trappola and Spade, of all pups," Crewel grimaces. "Are you well?"

"Well I- I-"

"Called it," Ruggie grins. "Totally senile."

Leona rolls his eyes. "Oi! Just read the damn paper!"

"Absolutely not. This is a highly immoral and borderline illegal offense," Trein crosses his arms. "You will all be refunded promptly. Now return to your studies!"

The crowd slowly dissipates, murmuring amongst themselves. Crowley remains in front of the well at the front of the courtyard, kicking the ground with his hands behind his back, like a child being scolded.

Both Trein and Crewel glare. "If you were having such issues with the prefect's expenses, you could have asked,"

"In what universe is giving them away to teenage boys a sound idea?" Trein grimaces. "I can overlook many of the things you do, but this is far too much."

"But-"

"That's enough," Crewel snaps his pointer against his palm. "If the prefect is causing you such troubles, we'll be glad to take them off your hands. In fact, I've already had the necessary legal papers drawn. I've always wanted a pup of my own, you know."

---

A gentle knock at the door rouses you from your melancholy and after some lengthy pestering from Grim, you finally go to answer it.

Outside is none other than Ace and Deuce, looking rather somber.

"No- don't tell me," you say. "I don't even want to hear it."

Deuce sighs. "It's not that. The whole thing got canceled,"

"No- wait, canceled?"

"Someone got caught with their hand in the cookie jar," Ace snickers, but quickly clears his throat after Deuce gives him a sharp glare. "Crowley's negotiated a different solution to the problem."

Deuce nods. "Hypothetically... how do you feel about being adopted?"

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Science Can Be Cool

There was no denying it. Professor Johnson was an extremely attractive man. After graduating with his master's degree, he came directly to your school to teach chemistry. While you despised science, you loved to watch your 26-year-old teacher. His shirt was always tight around his chest and biceps and his pants always fit him just right, showing off his ass and a sizable bulge. Whenever he was teaching about titration or the periodic table or whatever, you were never looking at the whiteboard, you were always looking at him.

He was everything you wanted to be in life: smart, attractive, and charismatic. All of the girls (and some of the boys, you included) in your class had a massive crush on him. And who wouldn’t? He was incredible. You wished you could be like him.

It was Friday afternoon and Professor Johnson’s class was your last of the day. You had spent the rest of the day just anticipating another wonderful day of staring at this beautiful man, daydreaming about what he looked like under those tight clothes. After another pleasurable class of ogling and admiration, Professor Johnson explained and assigned a new project due Monday. Everyone in the class had to make an “aqueous solution” and bring it in to present on Monday. Although you spent most of the time staring at his big ass and arms, Professor Johnson was a good teacher, and you had learned that basically, he just wanted you to dissolve something and bring it in. Easy enough!

As you left school, you decided to get the project over with and took a slightly different route to get home, taking you past some of the shops on Main Street. You thought about maybe getting some sugar to dissolve, but that would be too easy and everyone would do it. Maybe you could get some artificial sweetener like Splenda or Equal and talk about how it dissolved differently than regular sugar. That would be creative! Maybe Professor Johnson would think you were smart. Your body shuddered at the thought of him patting you on the back and saying “Good job.”

Splenda it is. Walking down the street, looking at the stores, you paused. There was a sign you didn’t recognize. Aunt Sally’s Mystical Emporium. Glancing at your watch, you saw that you had plenty of time before dinner, so you decided to take a step in. Maybe there was something interesting here you could use for the project. As you opened the door, you heard the chime of the bell above to alert the attendant of your arrival. Glancing around, you saw aisles and aisles of shelves adorned with random objects, bottles, and clothes. Following the velvet carpet, you found the counter, where the woman behind was already staring at you. She was old, probably in her late 80s. She had this strange grin on her face, exposing her yellowed teeth. 

“What can I help you with?” She croaked.

Taken aback slightly at the harshness of her voice, you explained.

“I need something to dissolve in water for a school project. Something really cool.”

Her grin widened, exposing more of her yellow teeth. Without saying a word, she lifted her gaunt hand and motioned for you to follow her. Stepping from behind the counter, she began to move at an alarming pace for a woman her age through the maze of aisles and shelves. Struggling to keep up, you found yourself breaking into a sprint. She stayed composed though. How was she moving so goddamn fast?

Suddenly she stopped. You nearly tripped over yourself trying to stop in time to not trample her. You panted, trying to catch your breath as she slowly reached onto one of the shelves, pulling off a small clear vial of white powder. Holding it out to you, she said “This is magic. It will grant your deepest wish.” 

Oh, so she was insane.

Before you could even open your mouth to say you weren’t interested in some fake powder, the old woman interjected. “I can sense you have a wish in your heart, so for you, it is free.” Her face contorted into that awful grin again. So uncomfortable around this strange woman, you mumbled a thanks, grabbed the vial, and made your way rapidly toward the exit. You felt her gaze follow you until you had pushed open the door, the bell once again chiming, and turned the corner.

Finally, out of sight of the woman, you had a chance to breathe. What the hell was that?! This weird woman gave you some fake powder for free? Overwhelmed, you decided to head home for the night. You would deal with the project later. Once you arrived home, you put the weird vial on your nightstand, took a shower, ate dinner, played some video games, and went to bed. The rest of the weekend, you played some more video games, ate some more, and slept. It was a very relaxing weekend, all things considered.

When you woke up on Monday morning to get ready for school, you had barely put your pants on before you realized that you had forgotten all about the project. Professor Johnson was going to be so angry at you. You couldn't disappoint him. The thought of him shaking his head at you, or god forbid yelling at you... no. You had to figure something out. Scrambling around your room to find something to dissolve in your water bottle, you rediscovered the weird white powder. It was all you had, and honestly, it had a story behind it. Biting the bullet, you headed to the bathroom to fill your water bottle. Pouring the white powder into your bottle, you closed the lid and shook it aggressively, trying to get the powder to dissolve more quickly. As you opened the lid and looked inside, you were astounded. It was clear! The powder dissolved! As you lifted the bottle closer to your face to inspect further, your nose was enraptured by a strange, sweet smell. It was like caramel and flowers and cotton candy and every single fruit all at once. It smelled so good. This powder was incredible. You thought for a moment: maybe it tasted as good as it smelled. You lifted the bottle to your lips, and as soon as the liquid entered your mouth, your chest was filled with a raging pain.

Oh my god, the old crazy woman had poisoned you. Dropping the bottle into the still-running sink, you panicked. Your throat tightened and you couldn’t scream for help. You grabbed your phone, trying to call 911, but your vision blurred. Stumbling blindly, you slipped backward on the mat and landed flat on your back, your phone still in hand, knocking the wind out of you. In shock and still panicking, the pain abated, but the blurriness remained. Taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself, you slowly lifted yourself off of the ground, clutching your phone, still ready to call 911 for help. You reached around on the counter and finally found a pair of glasses you assumed were your dad’s. Placing them on your face, you were astounded.

In the mirror, looking back at you, was Professor Johnson. The firm pecs, the bulging biceps, the washboard abs. All of it. He was right in front of you. Fuck, he was even hotter underneath those clothes. No longer were you scared, you were aroused. You had wished to become your hot professor, and here you were! Taking out your phone, you took your first (of many) hot selfies in his hot body.

As you took this picture, you saw your dick swelling up in your pants, which stretched with your new thick legs in them. You were always curious about what Professor Johnson was packing. Heading back into your room, you went to your mirror, slowly lowered your pants, and tossed them to the side, exposing your underwear which strained at the pressure coming from within.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admired every crevice of your new body. Your feet had grown several sizes pushing your socks to their limit. Your calves had grown and stretched the socks even more. Your thighs were monstrous, covered in veins and leading up to your monstrous dick, which was barely confined within your underwear. Your ass had grown massive and muscular, with the backside of your underpants riding up between your cheeks. Your arms had become enormous: your hands were meaty, your forearms had become covered in thick veins, and your biceps swelled like mountains, barely covering the forest of armpit hair you now had. Your stomach was covered by a thick set of washboard abs, leading up to your pecs which jutted forward from your body like a shelf. You matched your own gaze. Your face was a replica of Professor Johnson’s. You had his manly facial hair and sharp features. You had gotten everything you wished for. You snapped another picture. You were going to love your new body.

Dressing in your loosest clothing, as you now needed a whole new wardrobe, you grabbed your water bottle and left your house, and began the walk to school, ready to show Professor Johnson your aqueous solution and explain how much you loved chemistry.

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Prince/Pirate

Thinking about Gojo who is a prince known for running away for weeks at a time. His current excursion was done purely out of spite because noble court advisor, Nanamin, claimed he wouldn’t be able to survive the pirate life. 

So here Gojo is, living it up on the Black Dragon’s ship. He was actually exchanged as a prisoner from the initial crew he tried joining, but they ended up trading him for more resources. 

Now, the Black Dragon’s captain scrutinizes him from head to toe with sharp, silent eyes. 

At first glance, Captain Geto knows this pretty boy comes from money. And there’s no way in hell he’s built for this lifestyle. 

“I’ll drop you off at the next seaport,” Geto says before Gojo can even get out a simple greeting. Gojo gasps, deeply offended. 

Gojo removes the sheer blindfold that previously covered his eyes, exposing the azure blue that is easily recognized of that of Prince Gojo. 

Captain Geto’s eyes widen a fraction before doubling down. 

“Oh, we are definitely dropping you off at the next port.”

There’s no way Geto is risking his and his crew’s livelihood for a runaway prince!

Gojo frowns, and has the audacity to cross his arms in disapproval, like he’s the one in charge. 

“Well, it’d certainly be shame if after you dropped me off, I went ahead to tell the royal guard that I had just escaped the evil clutches of the Black Dragon. Would be a damn shame if a bounty were to be placed on your head,” Gojo ponders out loud. 

The captain’s gaze hardens, and Gojo knows he’s on the way to bargaining his way onto this crew. “While you decide on your answer, I’m going to go look for food around here.”

Gojo squawks when a rough hand grabs him by the collar, preventing him from walking away.

“I’ve already made up my mind. You’re allowed to stay as long as you obey my direct orders,” Geto bluntly says. 

“Okay, but-“

Geto loudly clicks his tongue, cutting Gojo off.

“If that’s anything other than ‘Yes, Captain,’ I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”

After that, Gojo sulks. He’s also forced to help the other cooks prepare the food and serve the crew first before being allowed to eat himself. A younger boy with pink-ish hair sits down next to him, offering a friendly smile. 

“Don’t worry, sir, if he didn’t throw me overboard when I first joined, then he certainly won’t kick you off,” he says. Gojo hums, wishing he had honey he could add to sweeten up this godawful, bland porridge. 

“Good to know…?”

“Itadori Yuji,” the boy introduces himself. 

“Nice to meet you, Yuji-kun.”

***

Gojo on deck cleaning duty, but it’s very hot outside so he’s shirtless…all sweaty and pink where the sun kisses his skin. 

Geto happens to walk by. Gojo is so focused on his work, but also yapping to the other crew members who are really invested in his story, that he doesn't notice Captain Geto stop in his tracks. 

Shoko, Geto’s second-in-command, waves her hand in front of his face: “Hello? Captain? I have some updates on our future routes…Captain?”

Geto is too focused on the way powerful muscles flex back and forth. The prince is so freaking tall. And why is his waist so tiny?

Geto squints. 

***

If there’s one thing Gojo didn’t need to be trained on when it comes to being a pirate, it’s speaking whatever is on his goddamn mind. 

Gojo watching Geto retreat to the captain’s room to plan their next route, eyes trailing down to Geto’s ass.

Gojo: “I could take him.”

Crew member, Haibara: “In a fight? Hmm, questionable.”

Gojo: “Nah, not like that.”

Haibara: “Eh?”

On another occasion, Gojo mentions that he once ended a five-year relationship. 

Crew member, Choso: “Holy shit, that’s tough, mate. Didn’t realize princes were even allowed to date.”

Geto: [🤨]

Gojo: “It’s okay, it wasn’t my relationship. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Who knew the most common nights husbands cheat on their wives would be a Thursday?”

Geto: [relieved sigh]

The story is, one of the times Gojo ran away, he made a name for himself as the “Six Eyes” where he was paid to follow spouses to investigate if they were committing adultery. 

An example of Gojo’s note to a client: “Yes, he’s cheating. No, he couldn't make her cum. Their next meeting is Saturday at XXX bar. Do yourself a favor and dump him.”

The notes were also written in the most ELEGANT calligraphy. 

***

Gojo learns that despite being young for a captain, Geto is very respected and relatively feared among the ocean. He’s charming when he needs to be, and always extremely careful. 

Geto has made many friends around the world, but also a lot of enemies. The Black Dragon has been susceptible to many attacks, whether intercepted by the royal ships or other violent pirates. 

The crew admires their captain unconditionally. He’s provided them with a place to belong, after all. While Geto embraces their individual fighting styles, he has also taught martial arts to those who didn’t know how to fight before joining.

Gojo also learns that, boy oh boy, does Captain Geto despise the aristocrats. It was no question that royals were included as well.

Geto’s way of life is a direct resistance against the excessive luxury the wealthy live in, while ignoring the needs of common folk. Involving smaller, innocent towns in the battles between the political strifes was another huge issue too. 

Thus, Black Dragon is a pirate ship that picks targets based on status and wealth, and they also redistribute this wealth and communicate information between the smaller islands and ports. 

***

They visit Geto’s hometown, which had been depleted of resources by nearby military forces during past wartime. Their economy was shot, but they were in the process of slowly rebuilding and recovering. The scenery was beautiful too. 

While at one of the ports, some enemies catch sight of Geto and his crew. The enemies approach with calculated steps, definitely planning to cause trouble. 

Gojo is obviously very out of his element, but he still doesn’t appreciate being told to wait on the ship while Geto and the crew settle things off.

Gojo "agrees," then proceeds to walk off and hide inside a random shop for five minutes before leaving to hide among the crowd so he can watch Captain Geto in action, dueling this other no-name pirate.

There Gojo is, extremely proud for egging the pirates on and cheering for HIS captain. 

Geto’s crew spot Gojo and are like: “Aren’t you supposed to be on the ship?” 🤨🤨🤨

Gojo brings a finger up to his lips with a pleading expression. 

Shoko: “At least put a hat on. If the Captain spots that white hair, he’ll definitely get distracted.”

She lends him a cloth to wrap around his head. Now, Gojo looks like a proper pirate!

The enemy eventually yields, and backs off after a rather aggressive threat from Captain Geto. Gojo doesn't have much time to drool over how sexy Geto looks because Gojo must BOOK it to the ship to save his ass. 

A few minutes later, Geto returns, then points to the cloth wrapped around Gojo’s head: “Why are you wearing that?”

Gojo, yeeting the cloth off: “No reason!”

Gojo then notices the sheer amount of things Geto carries in his arms. When he asks whether Geto bought souvenirs, Geto tells Gojo to follow him.

They end up in the captain's room, where Geto shows Gojo his collection of trinkets which were gifts from the common people Geto visited during his travels. 

Unlike the royal gifts that are typically bestowed, like expensive perfumes, jewelers, or pounds of gold, these trinkets were like handmade bracelets, a shiny coin dating centuries back, paintings from children, etc. They were all thank you gifts for visiting their islands and helping out one way or another.

Gojo is entirely taken aback.

“Holy shit, you've touched so many people's lives!” Gojo exclaims, bright blue eyes shining with wonder. “You're fucking amazing, you know that? It's an honor to be on your ship, Captain.”

Geto doesn't respond, merely has a sincere yet shy smile on his face.

At that moment, hearing those words come from Prince Gojo himself, Geto felt seen in a way that feels new and exciting and makes something warm flutter in his chest.

Oh no, abandon ship! Abandon ship! The voice inside his mind shouts.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu fluff #satosugu fanfic #goge #prince gojo #pirate geto #cerdrabbles #gego #jjk fanfic #TBC

[lanternadosafogados]

Full Stop

The cloudy sky wasn't exactly inviting. The cold wind practically forced those who ventured out to wear some warm clothing.

Sugawara's hands were steady on the steering wheel. The route of his journey was clear in his mind despite everything. The last stop of his trip.

Koushi woke up early that day. It was going to be a somewhat different day.

He got out of bed and walked to the bedroom window. He didn't even need to fully open the blinds to see that the weather forecast had been wrong the night before. The sun didn't show up, instead, there were clouds too dark to be from a passing drizzle. The wind howled as it collided with his building.

Koushi allowed himself to stay there for a while. Just watching the street until he finally decided to change clothes.

Sugawara had never realized how loud that wall clock could be. It seemed that the more he focused on the clock, the louder its sound became.

Loud and annoying. Hammering in his head as he tried to have his coffee.

That's when he snapped out of it. Was he really getting angry at a clock?

It had been a long time since he had been in that apartment. Maybe he hadn't chosen a more opportune moment to get out for a bit.

Sugawara parked his car under a tree. Not that it made much difference with that weather anyway.

That was Sugawara's first stop. A coffee shop. It was a small and simple business. Managed by the same family since its doors were opened to the public.

There weren't many people when he entered the establishment. The same college student occupied a table in the back to work on her thesis, the same old man read his newspaper, the same couple had the same discussion about moving apartments.

There weren't many people, but the usual people were there. And that gave him a strange feeling. As if everything was different and at the same time... the same. And no one else seemed to notice except him.

"Good morning," he greeted the attendant. A helpful and friendly tone of voice. "Do you need anything?"

Automatically, Sugawara's lips formed a small smile.

"Not for now. Thank you."

With a nod, the boy returned to his previous task, cleaning the counter. Koushi took the opportunity to choose a place.

It was funny. It was on a day somewhat like this one that they discovered that coffee shop. The only difference was that at the time Sugawara didn't have a car and they were both surprised by the rain while strolling. It forced them to find a place to wait for it to pass.

[Name] was the first to see the place. Her hand held tight to his as they ran inside. Looking back now, he wondered if they really needed to do that. It's not like they were made of sugar or anything.

But anyway, fate presented them with a nice place to go to once in a while.

Unlike other people, he and [Name] never had assigned seats, but that didn't stop them from having good memories there.

The first thing that came to his mind was when she caught his attention with some urgency while he sweetened his coffee.

When his gaze met hers, he could see what looked like a broken toothpick in her mouth, simulating vampire fangs.

She took them out shortly after, burying her face in the table to laugh. Koushi followed almost instantly. Now the memory made him chuckle softly, it was a bit pleasant to remember that.

[Name] had grown up with a sister who repudiated childish behavior. So, when she had the opportunity to play a prank, she took it.

Sugawara's gaze found the beautiful plant that stood in the corner of the establishment. So silently imposing with its branches always very well trimmed.

He had a small specimen of that at home. When [Name] saw it, she practically fell in love at first sight.

Koushi didn't even understand what she said before he saw her rushing towards the counter, bombarding the attendant with questions about that plant. She just wanted one like that.

The plant belonged to the boy's grandmother. Sugawara had to hold back a laugh on the day they went for a walk and the lady gave him a little seedling. [Name] looked like a child at Christmas when she received that little pot.

Currently, it wasn't as big as the one in the establishment, but it already took up a nice space in the corner of his apartment's living room.

Maybe Sugawara had allowed himself to stay longer than necessary in that coffee shop, but he didn't mind much. At least he had a snack for later waiting on the passenger seat.

When he was back in his car, the wind was stronger, colder. He thanked himself for wearing one of the heavy coats; they were the warmest.

His hands held the steering wheel firmly. He knew exactly where he was going now.

For an hour, the radio was his company as the city and its everyday sounds were left behind.

Occasionally, other vehicles appeared and soon disappeared from his sight, but where he was going, it was very likely that only he would be there now.

The strong wind whipped his face, but the sight of the empty beach in front of him made him not pay much attention to it.

He had been there so many times. With family, club members... But never with [Name].

Thanks to the sneakers he was wearing, Koushi couldn't feel the beach sand as he approached the sea. It was a pity, he quite liked that.

He stopped in front of that blue expanse. The first memories that came to his mind were of Tanaka and Nishinoya with their idiotic antics in the water. Hinata teasing Kageyama, because apparently, the other didn't know how to float.

[Name] knew all these stories and many others. And no matter how many times he had told the same story, she always laughed in the same way. Truly, the period when he studied was full of characters.

When he told these stories to [Name] for the first time, she confessed to him that she had never been to the beach and it was one of the things she wanted to do the most.

Sugawara promised her that as soon as they got a car and time, he would be sure to take her, especially to see the sea.

In the end, he never fulfilled that promise.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he was looking at the sky, at the dark clouds.

At that moment, Koushi felt peace. Maybe not the way he wanted, but somehow he hoped that, from up there, the bride had seen the beach and liked it as much as he always did.

Suddenly a drop of water fell on his forehead, making him blink reflexively. The small drop was the pioneer of a rain that made Sugawara run back to his car. He ran so desperately that he seemed to be made of sugar.

Daichi and Asahi helped him organize the last boxes of his move in the trunk of the car. Sugawara had found a job in the neighboring town. It would be good, he said. A change of scenery, of faces; a fresh start.

That's why he went to the coffee shop and the beach. They were important places for him, they had their weight in his life. But perhaps both had too much weight.

It wasn't easy. It took quite some time until he finally had enough courage to, following Asahi's cliché yet efficient analogy, put an end to it to start a new chapter.

"Come on. What's this?" Sugawara said with a smile as he saw his two friends struggling not to cry "I'm just going to the neighboring town. No need for this."

"Good luck, Suga," Daichi said as he hugged him.

"Yeah," Asahi did the same - "Good luck."

Soon Koushi got into his car. His friends waved as he drove away, until they disappeared from sight.

The feeling of anxiety in his chest was normal, but he was also content as he turned on the radio to enjoy the trip.

Also posted on Spiritfanfics, Wattpad and Ao3

#imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #angst #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koushi #fanfic #haikyuu fic #SoundCloud

[reapersbayif]

Scale of 1-10 how susceptible are the ros to mcs puppy dog eyes 🥺

1 being the least, and 10 being the most…

Mari: Surprisingly, a solid 8. They like to spoil their partner despite being an asshole sometimes lmfao.

Eli: Again, surprisingly, like a 3. They love you but they’re a guard in Norwick. They are impervious to all attempts at bribery. They barely even notice the puppy eyes at this point.

Finn: Solid 6. Bat your eyelashes a little and you’ll get almost whatever you want.

Jay: Like…a 6. They just don’t pick up on your cues sometimes to be perfectly honest. You’re better off outright asking.

Niy: A 10 for sure. Will bend over backwards for you if you flash those eyes at them. Would break their own back to see you happy.

Adri: A whole hearted 10. You wouldn’t think it’d influence them, being a monarch and all, but they’re so soft with you. They just want you to be happy after all you’ve been through together.

Kai: A 9…maybe 9 1/2. Can’t not get you whatever you want as long as it’s within their capabilities.

Mica: Solid 5. Pretty neutral to things like puppy eyes and prefers straightforward communication. Now if you give them a hug and then ask? Yes. They’re a sucker for hugs.

Laurie: A 10. A 10, all day every day. You want the literal moon? Laurie can and will find a way. Type of partner where you mention you like something once and they never forget and always surprise you with treats you like.

Tavi: Like, a 7. More likely to give in than not, honestly. Kisses on the cheek and/or nose do wonders as well.

Leonie: Like a 2. She grew up with Tavi, who tried it all the time. She’s very receptive to shoulder massages, though, so there is an alternative route to sweeten her up.

Striker: A firm and definite 20. Even suggest, give the slightest pleading look, just hint that you want something, and you’ll get it. It will mysteriously show up on your doorstep and he’ll never take credit, but it was him.

#reapersbayif #answered asks #mari de klerk #eli santos #niy kumar #finn merandis #mica fevre #jay abbas #adri van herten #kai martens #laurie visser #leonie merandis #tavi donati #striker

[mindful-hempress]

Sunset Land

Wanderlust led us to Sunset Land

brazen_endless red oasis

broken air conditioner again,

let the top down and

the wind goes wild

uncontrollably blowing every strand

hair sways to backroad jukes

mariachi and doo-wop bands

oh, how the radio blares en route Interstate 10

mango raspado clumsily dribbles onto your chin and in a haste

I taste the blend of sweetened sweat-glazed skin

more, to hungrily explore stimulation

seat adjust

mindful copulation

pull the car over

dim all lights

but right before the night set to fade

we came upon our cosmic destination

took the trail of seeded stars

spiraled hills

up rock-filled sand

you briskly lead me by the hand,

beyond sorrow

into woodland beams

high above yesterday and tomorrow

far below azure pink skies

deep between spread thighs, you sink

curving my spine

back bent against terracotta slabs

hidden inside meadowed dreams

as the golden hour

peeks through Ponderosa pines

unfurling desert petals with silkened seams.

Walata M.

Photo from Pinterest ~ "Sun Flowered"

#writers on tumblr #poetry #writing #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers #poem

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Munakata Reisi Route Translation

Call and tea

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: (I wonder if my apprenticeship as a Student Council Office officer will start today…)

Saya: (What exactly does the student council office do…?)

Saya: Ah, Fushimi-kun. We're going to club activities now, right? Let's go toge-…

Fushimi: …I refuse.

Saya: Ah…He's gone.

Saya: (For now, let's go to the clubroom and ask Munakata-senpai!)

Saya: (No matter how many times I look at it, I can't believe this whole place is the Blue club clubroom…)

Saya: (This is not the time to look at the building. Let's get inside)

Akiyama: Hello. Your apprenticeship as an officer of the Student Council Office starting today, isn't it? I heard from Fushimi-san.

Saya: Ah, yes. That's right. Akiyama-senpai is also an officer of the Student Council Office, right?

Akiyama: Yes. That's right. Once again, I look forward to working with you.

Saya: I look forward to working with you as well.

Saya: By the way, is Munakata-senpai not coming to club activities today, is it?

Akiyama: Oh, that's right. I got a message from the President. He asked you to come to the President's office.

Saya: (He wants me to come to the President's office…I guess I'll be helping out in the student council office right away)

Saya: Thank you very much. I'm off!

Akiyama: Yeah, good luck.

Saya: (Fine, I'm at the door, but…I'm a little nervous)

Saya: (But it might be my first work in the student council office, I have to do it right)

Saya: Okay, let's knock.

Munakata: Yes.

Saya: !

Munakata: Ah, it's you. Please come in.

Saya: (I got surprised…The door opened as soon as I knocked)

Munakata: What happened?

Saya: Ah, nothing! Excuse me.

Munakata: Sorry for calling you out.

Saya: It's all right. Is there a work for me in the Student Council Office?

Munakata: No, there's not. I just have something I'd like you to accompany me on.

Saya: What is it?

Munakata: Right. Would you mind joining me for tea?

Saya: (…Munakata-senpai's hands are used for doing this)

Saya: (I don't know anything about tea ceremony, but I hope it will be okay)

Saya: (These sweets in the shape of cherry blossoms are so cute. But it would be no good if I ate it without permission…)

Saya: (It's my first visit and I'm getting kind of nervous… Maybe I should talk with senpai about something)

Saya: Um, are you into tea, senpai?

Munakata: Yeah. That's right.

Munakata: I call all the new members of the club to keep me company. It's like a regular event.

Saya: Wow…It's kind of nice that tea is a regular event.

Munakata: Yeah. It is sad that this is a one-time event because everyone always busy.

Munakata: --Well, here you go.

Saya: Y-yeah. Thank you for the food.

Saya: (I believe I had to turn my arm when I drink)

Saya: (To right or to left, which way should I turn it…?)

Munakata: Because it's a hobby, you don't have to be so formal. Don't worry about the etiquette.

Saya: O-okay. Thank you very much.

Saya: (What a relief. But it's a good opportunity for me to check out etiquette of tea-ceremony)

Saya: S-sorry…Em--

Saya: (It's more…bitter than I expected)

Munakata: How is the taste?

Saya: (At a time like this, really…)

Saya: Y-You have good skills at making tea…

Munakata: Fufu, is that so? Thank you.

Munakata: …But your face says it's bitter.

Saya: !

Saya: Sorry…

Munakata: Because it's not what you are used to drinking, it can't be helped.

Munakata: …Oya, could it be that you are not eating Wagashi (traditional Japanese sweets)?

Saya: Eh? Yeah. I thought I shouldn't eat it without permission…

Munakata: My apologies. I completely forgot to mention…

Munakata: Sweeten your mouth and then take the tea, it's the orginal procedure of the tea ceremony.

Saya: Eh! Is that so?

Munakata: Yeah. I should have instructed you about that before I said you don't have to follow the rules of etiquette.

Saya: When you said "sweeten your mouth", does that mean it will help get rid of the bitterness a bit?

Munakata: Yeah. I think you probably won't find it as bitter as you do now.

Munakata: If you would like to join me again next time, I will try to recommend Wagashi first.

Saya: Okay. I got it. I'll study a little more about etiquette by then.

Munakata: I am glad to hear that. I look forward to the next tea ceremony.

Munakata: Well, I guess it's time to break up. Thank you for your time.

Saya: No, I've learned a lot. Well then…

Saya: (Because I was sitting on the floor, my legs got numb…)

Munakata: Are you all right?

Saya: …Ouch!

Munakata: It seems your legs got numb. I apologize for not noticing.

Munakata: But if it was hard, you could have broken you Seiza (sitting position).

Saya: Sorry…I was so nervous that I didn't notice…

Munakata: Please be careful next time.

Saya: O-okay…

Munakata: Should we stay like this until the numb goes away?

Saya: N-No! It's all right now!

Saya: (It was embarrassing, I almost fell down because of my numb legs…)

Saya: (There's a lot of things you have to pay attention to when it comes to tea)

Saya: (Maybe there is a book about tea in the library. Let's look for it and read it)

[Next chapter]

#k project #gakuen k #gakuen k wonderful school days #otome translation #munakata reisi #fushimi saruhiko #himori akiyama #couldn't help but see a reference to the same trick he pulled with fushimi in the lsw novel #this man just knows how to get his way xD #will stick with the word “president” to refer to his position since they're not civil servants in this au #and yes he caught her when she nearly fell 😊

[millenianthemums]

predictably, i love the idea of Spamton joining the Fun Gang sooo much. this is specifically based on @rascal-rose ‘s Sweetener route because i love it

(id in alt text!)

#deltarune #spamton #kris dreemurr #noelle holiday #susie deltarune #ralsei deltarune #milleniart

[revelisms]

Excerpt: A Smart Little Fool

Sevika and Silco share a meal.

From 'both sides of the moon,' a oneshot exploring Silco and Sevika's relationship through a series of business ventures. Full story on AO3

She isn't a mistress to be toted at his arm, even in the weeks business demands them to walk stride-for-stride: their city's Eye and Teeth, dagger and shield, blood-peppered and glistening and crowds carved in their wake.

Other men may have tried. Worn her strength off the crooks of their elbows, like a weapon flashed in the face of more foolish eyes. Seen her companionship as a blessed respite from it all, and let their treatments of her unfold into gauzier territories.

She'd snap their wrists, before they even dared. 

There's nothing she so despises as pampering. Kindreds forbid any man get in her way, try to sweeten her up like some solstice water-pig, and dream of walking free with his head still attached.

As such, his versions come passively.

On a given day, it's in the form of extra coin—an unspoken gratitude for the disposals she ensures, the weaklings she delegates, the wreckage she suffers by the day under the brat he hasn't yet the nerve to call his own.

(His ward, his foundling, the youngest in his care—those titles, he throws about freely. Never daughter.)

She may have tried to pick through the layers of that—unravel the threads of his insistence on keeping all things at arm's length, even the girl he himself had carried back from the fires—had housed and clothed and armed and cared for, of his own will—if the sentiment, strangely, didn't seem to resonate. 

The little sprite can't string together any paternal words, in his company. Not Father, not Dad—not even Sir, as Sevika's own cracked cattleprod of a sire had insisted upon. But she gravitates to him, like a moth to a flame. Stays sewn at his hip, now, more days that not—even more than Sevika, herself.

A part of her will not chew on the threat that sits in that. In the reality of a child placed above her, in the seat of his succession. 

But the threat is there—and Silco knows it. 

He observes, as equally as he is observed by her.

The coin and speciality shipments and allowances for more evenings than she needs run deeper than gratitudes—a sign that he's routed every inch of her doubts, before she's even let herself crack open the lid of them; that he will squash them where they lay, before they grow four limbs and crawl.

The rarest of his privileges is a meal. 

Some nights, they're given in white-tableclothed businesses of his own, surrounded by up-and-coming Zaunite work-classes and dinners expensive enough to strip common-folk of their month's salary. Others, in the Drop's back kitchen, bowed about the heads of a hand-selected few.

The old pub had been a headquarters, before—and had since blossomed beneath his hand, to become one, again. History bled through the cracks in the walls: a place surrounded by myth. Revolutionaries had plotted war and reparation for two decades, in the Drop's mildewing cellars—revolutionaries and unionists and a Hound and a Bloodshark, freeing laborers and leading surges of protests, taking their city by the horns.

Times had changed. 

The Hound was dead, now; the Shark still living—standing at the head of his table, surrounded by the knights of his keep, in a long sweep of black and red and a cigarette at his fingers: pouring out short-glasses of whisky and gin and stories few could claim the privilege to hear.

Tonight, though, the meal isn't around the war table. 

They sit in one of their six main Sumpside fronts: a blue-walled, low-lit monstrosity of posters and portraits, clustered around a catacomb of varnish. It's the newest of his ventures. Among other social frivolities, the Siren boasts smuggled cross-river fare and live folk-players, and deals backhanded trades of shimmer from the storerooms. 

On a better day, Sevika may have been more mindful of the gesture—may have found herself more appreciative of the steaming plate slid before her—if that blue-headed spitfire wasn't ticking the silence to a metallurgy seminar.

At his side, Jinx sits in a self-sewn patchwork of purples and blacks: finger-sheared gloves and striped stockings and hacked off assortments of fabric, all cross-hatched together in bright thread. A fork jitters in her knobby fingers, the skin stained with soot. She prods at her food, like it's waiting to bite back at her.

Those storm-blue eyes leap across the table, catch Sevika's own, and glare. In tandem, the two of them make an educated choice to look elsewhere.

A glass of scotch lazes between long fingers.

Half-mindedly, Sevika follows the sharp cut of his ice as it clatters around the crystal. He's slouched back in his seat, one arm hooked over the cushion's spine. He favors corner booths like this one: clear vantage points across his constituents, tucked away from prying eyes. 

Subconsciously or not, she mirrors him. Plucks up her pint by the rim and swigs it. Sees the spearhead of his conversation coming, before it's thrown. 

"Your meeting with Ilanna." Order, more than inquiry.

Sevika scowls. "As we expected." The young heiress had made a mess of her evening, in no small part for her under-table dealings with Finn. They'd had an eye on her, for weeks—waiting, inevitably, for the ball to drop. "Has the worm wrapped around her little finger."

His eyes lift. Teal skewing blue, in the room's light: a scepter forged in jade and moonstone. The lamps play a trick on the ink-smear of his dead iris, as though the thing was still living—golden, instead of bloody tones. 

Silco sips down his liquor, clean as water. Mulls over the glass, "And what do you make of her?"

Sevika chews on that. Waits for him to reorient on her. He's wandering, again—plotting an unhurried assessment of the movement that unspools around the room. The lamplight cuts his profile to a hawkish point: turns the flick of his eye feline.

"She's like every damned heiress I've seen," she answers him. "Used to getting things at her beck and call." At his shoulder, the little runt fidgets with her plate. Sevika pulls her eyes away from her: cocks her brows at him, instead. "What do you?"

The scarred edge of his mouth thins. His breath portends a sermon.

"She's a smart little fool." He's fixed on the reflection that circles his liquor. The lowball finds an unhurried lay upon the varnish, tipped corner-to-corner: crystal prisming blue-gold light. "She knows what she wants—and what to play, to get it. I'll give her that."

Ire, in that admission.

For a man housed on the highest rung of their city's polluted circles, it puzzles her. 

She would have assumed that he, like most of the power-hungered blights she had spent her youth guarding, would drain their streets of every pretty, handsome thing in reach: would claim it all, devour it, with a vile entitlement. 

For reasons she does not understand, he won't.

#arcane #arcane fanfic #fic excerpt #silco arcane #sevika arcane #jinx arcane #silco & sevika #still thinking about these two #they're just #*shakes fist* #augh #writing #both sides of the moon

[squeaklings]

Olympia Soiree complete!

I finished Olympia Soiree and man, there were parts that had me ripping my hair out in frustration but overall? Very much enjoyed it. Beautiful visuals, music, art, the VA were fantastic. Some of the writing, uh, less so, but the weaving of mythology got my heart pattering.

But how did the boys stack up??

Let's break it down! Spodlers under the cut.

Starting from least to best:

Kuroba:

I really wanted to like Kuroba because look at him. Hot, great voice, he's a doctor... Like Impey he was too flirty and came on too strong at the start, but the thing that really soured me on him as an LI was when he told Nagusa he could have Olympia. I get there was ~drama~ but an LI just tossing MC away is an instant turn-off. He's a great character and a wonderful friend and wingman in the other routes, but as an LI he fell flat.

Yosuga:

He has supplanted Toma as king of my Hot Mess tier. There was way too much to unpack with this guy. He started off super amazing, but the Tennyo Island scenario really flipped the script. I don't hate when an LI points a weapon at MC (Orlok my beloved <3) but it was the messy writing and the SA that firmly put him in this tier. His charisma keeps him there and not into friend tier, really, and the fact purple is my favorite color. Like Kuroba, he's an excellent character and wingman on other routes, he just wasn't able to shine on his own.

Riku:

The flip I did on this boy! I went in hating him and just wanting his route to be over, and by the end he was precious puppy I love him, which seems to be the general consensus. His redemption was so wonderfully done, though, and his personal character growth was probably the best out of the entire cast. Very good man, sweet and loving, I very much like him.

Akaza:

I thought I would be meh about him honestly. Like Olympia I didn't have the best first impression. He definitely warmed on me though, but he did enough stuff in his route to make me side-eye that he can't be above yes please tier. Depending on my mood he might fall below Riku, but those CGs were hnnngh and definitely are supporting his position.

Himuka:

This beautiful man. His route was my favorite, but he places second in my list. Like San-chan he wrecked my heart, and his entire inhuman-ness was a huge selling point. I am a sucker for these ageless deity types with all their tragedy and differing morals. He's a wonderful, beautiful man and the lore and mythology he brought to the table only sweetened the deal.

Tokisada:

SS, he's come the closet to Perfect Prince tier, along with Ryuki, in just the sheer bursting love I felt for him. His route had probably the weakest ending, and even I can admit it wasn't the best overall, but as an LI? He reigns supreme. His love scene was the best. Everything about him as a character is great. I love how soft and sweet he is, how vulnerable and honest he was with Olympia, and his growth was second to Riku only. He just makes me happy.

#behold my tastes #olympia soiree #spoilers #otome

[wri0thesley]

i can't decide if i want clumsy desperate repressed virgin diluc fucking me or desperate experienced sex god diluc fucking me. both are so appealing. on one hand it's really hot to have diluc know your body inside out, better than you know it yourself - touching and squeezing and pinching all the places that make you tremble. diluc taking his time with you but still being so persistent that by the time he sticks his thick cock inside you, you're so fucked out you don't even remember your own name. on the other hand clumsy eager virgin diluc has a special charm to him because he's such so desperate to feel you and make you feel good, to cum on his hands, tongue, cock, anywhere. he tries so hard, changing his touches to see how you respond, learning as he goes and burning all the spots that make you whine into his memory forever. maybe he miscalculates his strength a little and gets a bit too rough but the way his huge warm body is making you feel pleasure only sweetens the experience when you feel a bit of pain. just..... diluc <33

they are honestly both such good concepts; diluc fits into anything you want him to. he is THAT versatile. in both scenarios, i think diluc desperately wants to make you feel good; it's just a quicker route if he has some experience. but there's something to be said about his rough voice against your ear and calloused fingertips as he murmurs "there? harder? anything you want, angel". he just . . . he loves you so so much, obsessive and all-consuming, and that is so so sexy of him

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #not sfw text

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

Did you know that Hamas using the Palestinian civilians as human shields?

Did you know that Israel is just trying to eradicate terror and not innocent civilians?

In the Gaza Strip, people are trying to escape but Hamas won’t let them so they could use them and paint Israel as the bad guys when in reality they are just evil people who want to kill everyone in Israel, even if they kill people who are not Israeli or Jewish

This is totally contrary to everything that's being shared by both Palestinian media on the ground, and internationally respected groups such as Medicine Sans Frontiers and the UN, as well as what's being talked about in UK media sources I trust such as the Guardian.

We know that hospitals are non functional because of Israel's actions, we know that people aren't safe even in UN compounds. Israel's actions are killing Palestinian Civilians, and it's very clear their aim here is a further land grab in the Gaza strip.

If you genuinely believe what you are posting, I strongly urge you to look at sources that are not just Israeli propaganda (and I include most of the US media in that).

Furthermore, I would assert that Israel are the "bad guys" through their occupation of Palestinian land, and it is this occupation, and the effective siege that Gaza has been under for a long time is the route cause of this violence.

"Any situation in which "A" objectively exploits "B" or hinders his and her pursuit of self-affirmation as a responsible person is one of oppression. Such a situation in itself constitutes violence, even when sweetened by false generosity, because it interferes with the individual's ontological and historical vocation to be more fully human. With the establishment of a relationship of oppression, violence has already begun." is a quote from Pedagogy of the Oppressed, by Paolo Friere.

Israel is the occupier, and thus the oppressor. Israel is the initiator of the violence here, and cannot describe themselves as acting in self defence. If Israel had stuck to, for example, the agreements of the Olso accords, or been willing to work towards any sort of solution that allowed the creation of a true Palestinian state, I don't believe we would be in this situation.

There needs to be a ceasefire to enable some sort of long term diplomatic solution.