#and they do occasional philanthropic work

[darkmagic-s]

theodore nott's one star rating of dirty talking

Summary: Sexting through note passing, one of Theodore's favourite ways to bother you.

History of Magic is fun... only if you're studying it on your own. You're nice enough to pretend to be interested in whatever Professor Binns is saying, occasionally, because you would feel bad if he notices that you're falling asleep. Then again, Professor Binns doesn't exactly have a heart to feel sad about his students not finding his lesson interesting, does he? Nevertheless, you work hard to suppress the yawn that would threaten to come every five minutes. Scratch that, every minute, actually.

You look down at your notebook, eyeing it with disappointment. Every History of Magic class, your page would start with almost impressive notes and gradually, evidently, transition into lazy writings and short sentences. Sometimes not even a sentence.

The Salem Witch Trials were a series of hearings and prosecutions of people who were accused of being involved with witchcraft.

These trials occurred in Massachusetts, in the years 1692 and 1963, in which, as a result, twenty people who were accused of witchcraft being executed, and most of them being women.

Some of the women were indeed witches, though found to be entirely innocent of the crimes they were accused and executed for.

others are just no-majes

traumatic event

witches and wizards retreat to homelands

1920 second salemers

dada essay due tomorrow & practice non-verb spells

You pause in your reading, eyebrows furrowed. The Defence Against the Dark Arts essay...

That's something you'll worry about after lunch.

With a soft sigh, you lean your chin on your palm, your elbow resting on your table. How much longer until it's lunchtime?

Before you can even start to feel another yawn coming, a familiar hand from beside you slides over a torn page from a notebook, with a sentence written on it. Obviously it won't be a list of names of the Salem Witch Trials' victims, knowing your lover.

You turn your head, looking at Theodore Nott with a raised brow, before reaching out to slide the paper closer to you, your hand brushing against the back of his hand briefly. He doesn't even bother to fold the paper. He might as well read it out loud to the whole class.

"why the frown? :("

You can't help the half-smile that appears on your lips when you read the note. You write back a simple response.

"You."

Theodore practically snatches the note from you, undoubtedly excited that there's finally something exciting to do and you had to nudge him because of the noise the paper just made. He's not bothered, of course, already writing down his response.

"I will buy you sweets."

Your heart skips a beat, even at such a simple message. You glances at Theodore, who's watching your every move with that gentle gaze of his green eyes, a soft playful smile on his lips.

"Your hair looks fluffy. Would love to touch later."

You slide it over to him. You enjoy the reaction your message has on him, because he rolls his shoulders in what seems like a satisfied manner as his smile widens, before he starts to write. Clearly he thought of a good response.

"you will touch it later, and other places too"

His response comes with a drawing of a beating heart, which eventually increases and explodes, and the animation repeats. How cute, you think. With a shy smile, you write back, wanting to keep the conversation going despite how his message had left you a bit speechless.

"What do you think of the New Salem Philanthropic Society? Bold, don't you think?"

Somehow, your response causes him to snort, in which he disguises it with a fake cough. You quickly look at him with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"you're BAD at dirty talking"

This time, it's your turn to snort, causing the two people in front of you and Theodore to turn around, frowning. You want to scoff - you're pretty sure they're just annoyed because you and Theodore are interrupting their napping or daydreaming session.

Looking over at Theodore, you roll your eyes at him, before focusing on the note that is now in your hands. You wouldn't say that you're bad at dirty talking, more like... skilled in other categories of dirty talking, such as begging or... demanding. Perchance.

You write your reply with determination.

"I would need to be locked up in Azkaban for your safety."

When Theodore reads your reply, you saw his eyebrows raise - he's both surprised and impressed. He shakes his head with a breathy chuckle.

"ominous, but an improvement,"

There's another sentence below this one, and you almost choked on your own saliva.

"pull up your skirt for me a little bit"

You immediately crumple up the paper on impulse, holding it in your hand, and you swear Theodore's smirk becomes more evident. Is he serious? Writing this on a note passed in class is dangerous! But then again, someone is borderline snoring just a few tables away and Professor Binns isn't even sparing him a glance, no one is.

You smoothen the paper on your table and writes down your response, exhaling softly.

"This isn't dirty talking. You're just horny."

Theodore places down the paper on his table and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms. When your eyes meet his, he simply shrugs and pointedly looks down at your skirt.

He's waiting.

You sigh and make sure your robes are out of the way of display of your skirt. With your hands nervously gripping onto the hem of your skirt, you look around the classroom. Some are doodling, and some are literally sleeping. No one would find out, really.

You pull up your skirt by just an inch.

Okay, two inches.

"That's it," Theodore whispers unexpectedly, causing your heart to skip a beat. What handful he is.

He slides over the paper to you, and you notice he didn't write a response. You send him a questioning look, and he gestures to his body with his hand.

Oh.

You slide the note over.

"Which one do you want?"

The note is slid back to you.

"which one do YOU want?"

You tilt your head, contemplating. The hardest decision you've ever had to make today, you think.

"You don't need to take anything off to arouse me."

You pause your writing. However...

"The tie?"

Theodore seems satisfied once he reads the note. He looks over at you and loosens his robes around his neck, revealing his vest and the white shirt underneath it. With a smirk, he loosens his tie at the top of his vest, just a little, not too obvious - for your eyes only.

You can't help but to take the paper from him despite how it's his turn to write the message. Considering how the two of you aren't exactly writing neatly on the paper which leads to taking up all the space, you had to use the other side to write your new message.

"I like your neck."

Theodore smiles fondly once he reads this, not a playful smirk this time, and you think he might even be blushing. When he glances at you, you notice how his pupils are dilated.

He slides the paper over to you, and squeezes your hand affectionately for a brief moment before pulling away.

"you will mark it?"

It's clear to you how he's subtly guiding you towards saying the right thing, lest you start delving into the whole Second Salemers' background in your reply, and you can't help but to want to impress him.

"I will write on it in runes which would translate to my name."

Theodore chuckles quietly.

"nerd"

A true romantic.

You write back - shamelessly.

"You want me so bad."

You see him pressing his palm to his face, as his shoulders shake in quiet, small laughter. Naturally, seeing him smiling so big widens yours too. He leans towards you and whispers in amusement, "You are bad at dirty talking."

"You will never find anyone as good as me," you reply in a whisper, leaning back in your seat, putting on a smug expression, despite the fond smile that threatens to break though.

As Theodore leans in to peck your cheek, you can't help but to briefly think that, if you were good in dirty talking, a whole notebook would've been used up for this period alone. You needed to have a flaw, after all.

#theo: (trying to get laid) #you: fun fact! #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #harry potter

[the-cimmerians]

a storytime story. Not my story, it's my friend's, but she doesn't go here so I'm sharing for her. We'll call her Mara. Mara is a high-femme, lovely queer girl from a wealthy family in the southern US, but when I met her she'd been living in California for many years, chugging through her postgraduate education in Women's Studies. She rarely went home, because being at home was always a bit of a fraught experience: not unendurable (because to most heteronormative casual viewers the radiant queerness of a high-femme is pretty much indistinguishable from a quirky beauty queen waiting for the right football quarterback to sweep her off her feet), but still--not the most fun. Yet every once in a while, Mara would have a fit of 'dutiful daughter'-itis, and go home to mend some fences and keep some peace.

Mara's mother had often asked her to come with her to philanthropic events, but Mara had always said no. On this trip, however, Mara's mother had purchased a full table as an event sponsor, and she cajoled Mara into going with her. For those of you who haven't ever attended such an event, they are all different, and yet terrifyingly all the same (and I say this not as an attendee, but as an event-runner for various nonprofits; an event-runner who, fair warning, hates everything about these events, and this part of nonprofit work). There is some form of lower-calorie food (chicken or fish on greens with a very light citrus-fruit dressing is de rigeur, along with some sort of fruit-based airy parfait served in the smallest and most elegant glasses imaginable for dessert), usually an emcee (occasionally entertaining, but always inoffensive to the assembled guests), sometimes speakers (high-profile or famous women on a local or national level depending on the 'get' of the organization in question, or extremely well-spoken young people or teens for youth-serving organizations--with the youth in question being very carefully coached), and an 'ask'--the fundraising portion of the event, where the wealthy attendees compete with the rest of their friends and enemies in the social scene to be the most gracious and beneficent person in the room.

And there is gossip. So much gossip.

Poor Mara knew enough to expect some of this (mostly due to listening to me complain bitterly about how awful these events are), but there were aspects for which she was completely unprepared. Her mother had filled her sponsorship table with all of her closest friends, and the 'social hour' before the event started in earnest was a haze of white wine and a constant stream of excessively perfumed women dressed in full southern socialite chic, coming by the table to air-kiss cheeks and say how it's been ages since they've seen each other and what a darling ensemble, where on earth did you get it? and who does your hair now?--you must tell me, it's simply scrumptious--you look incredible, we really must do lunch some time soon--

...and the moment the woman or women in question moved on, the table, as a whole, in excited, urgent-whispered voices, would drag the everloving fuck out of every single lady they'd just been gushing over.

"Did you see how botched her last lift was? I hardly recognized her--I'm surprised she recognized me, with her eyes yanked back like that--" "so terrible, but she did go to the cheapest surgeon in town--husband has money troubles, you know--"

"Didn't expect to see her here, but I suppose you have to go somewhere to show off that large a collection of paste jewels--" "oh, stop, you wicked girl! But you're right, of course--and she gives herself such airs, like we don't all know--"

"Poor dear looks exhausted--apparently keeping up with her pool boy isn't easy at her age--" "Can't say that I blame her; that Carlos, have you seen him? Of course, she's hardly his only client. I've been dying for a pool, but my Henry just won't--"

"Quite a plucky little attitude for someone whose husband just left her for his twenty-two year old secretary--" "And after she put him through college and law school--I heard she's not even going to get to keep the house. She really should have sprung for a better lawyer--"

"I can't believe she still thinks she can fit into that dress, with all the weight she's packed on--" "Truly grotesque--just ghastly! Seems like last summer at the fat farm didn't do her as much good as one would have hoped--"

::giggle:: ::giggle:: ::giggle::

Mara was horrified, sitting there with a bland, polite smile frozen on her face, with her white gloves and vintage pillbox hat and charming little clutch bag, her seamed stockings and her kitten heels and her classic red lipstick and pin-curls (because in true unquenchable femme spirit, she had taken this occasion as an opportunity for dress-up, an opportunity for fun and play and sexy whimsy--a Gene-Tierney-does-pin-up-girl kind of vibe), utterly unable to see how to extricate herself from this terrible situation.

Another woman glided away from the table, coyly waving heavily-beringed fingers. "Yes, Darling," Mara's mother said, coyly waving back. "See you soon! Kiss-kiss! Love to Laurent!" She sat down and hissed to the cabal at the table: "Ha! Her husband just gave her an STD."

The woman to Mara's left leaned forward excitedly. "Really? Two-door or four-door?--wait, if it was the latest Aston Martin, I'm going to literally perish of envy--"

And that was the tipping point--Mara fled. Walked until she found a suitably divey coffee shop. Had a coffee and a slice of peach pie, and flirted with a soft Butch waitress until the world seemed less dire.

#storytime tumblr #'Mara' - thank you for sharing your story with me and letting me share it with others #because it's hilarious and so accurate #and i'm so glad you made it home after this ordeal #seriously though - fundraising events are the fucking worst #rare ass personal post

[sashaisready]

Chapter Seven - First time for everything

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 8

Series Masterlist

Back at your apartment that evening, you distractedly pick at your dinner with your fork as you scroll on your phone. The rest of your day had passed smoothly. Wanda had rushed back to the front after Bucky left, just as shocked as you were about how that had gone. You could tell she was concerned, worried about just what exactly you were letting yourself in for.

You were too.

There had been no accompanying SUVs on your journey home and you had decided to trust Bucky when he told you the trailing had stopped, but you couldn’t help the occasional peek over your shoulder to be sure.

You’d fallen down into a bit of a rabbit hole, scouring the web for anything and everything on James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. There were thousands of results. News articles, forum posts, photos, social media speculation, court transcripts. Violence, corruption, notoriety. It seemed he’d cleaned up his act in recent years, exploring more legitimate business options than mob activity – formal luncheons and galas rather than shoot outs and cement shoes. He had multiple companies in his name and owned a smattering of businesses throughout the city and along the east coast. Auto shops, nightclubs, construction. Still, there were suggestions that he wasn’t entirely on the straight and narrow – with accusations of fronts and money laundering littered across the web, although nothing proven. Occasionally his business rivals seemed to disappear into thin air, their digital trail coming to an abrupt end with a small news article about them going missing and police 'doing everything they can'.

You shuddered as you considered the implications.

But he also did a lot of good. He donated generous sums to philanthropic causes and charities. He ran fundraising events and sat on non-profit boards. He’d opened a centre for children in one of the city’s most deprived boroughs, and regularly paid college tuition for bright teens whose families couldn’t front the cash themselves.

He clearly enjoyed the finer things that his line of work provided. There were endless pictures of his sports cars, sprawling property and bespoke Italian suits. He was often photographed at the finest restaurants in the city, beautiful women on his arm basking in the paparazzi’s attention.

It was dizzying, intimidating. Worlds away from your rented modest one bed apartment and IKEA furniture, your simple job, your $30 hoodies and Target undies. A fancy night out for you was the local sushi restaurant, or vodka sodas at a dive bar with Wanda. You could barely afford a side salad at some of the places Bucky frequented.

One listicle that got your attention had the headline “The Dating History of  the Notorious James Barnes”. It was an endless inventory of photographs of gorgeous women – socialites, models, It girls…the occasional actress. Each more beautiful than the last, long legs and perfect bone structures, draped in expensive gowns and showing off flawless updos. The kind of women who never seemed to have a bad hair day or a hormonal zit outbreak, just relentlessly glamorous and immaculate. The article spoke about his known womanising, his playboy reputation cemented as he became linked to more and more beauties.

You felt foolish. Here you were shamelessly flirting with Bucky, fantasising about him, giddy with excitement that he’d asked for your phone number. You were nothing like these women, you couldn’t compete with them, or his chic lifestyle. You felt embarrassed for letting yourself get caught up, for briefly thinking you could fit into his world.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a buzzing on the table. Your phone is ringing, an unknown number. You sigh - probably a robot sales call but you answer it regardless.

“Hello?” 

“Evening, Doll” comes a low voice from the other end.

You jump to your feet, your chair squeaking on the floorboards as you feel yourself go rigid. You’re hyper alert, fleetingly guilty as if he is somehow aware of your web sleuthing. Not that he could be annoyed even if he knew, he’d done his homework on you – you could do yours on him.

“Oh…Bucky, hey” you respond timidly as you settle back down in your seat.

He chuckles. “Not quite the enthusiastic response I’d hoped for”.

“Sorry…I was expecting a robocall”.

“A what?”

“Oh you know…one of those automated spam calls you get? They always have a weird robot voice”.

He chuckles again, his laugh is syrupy and smooth and sends sparks through you. “Well, sorry to interrupt your big plans for the evening”.

You know he’s just teasing but in light of everything you’ve just read you cringe, it just further highlights how quiet your life is in contrast to his.

“What can I help you with, Bucky?” you ask tentatively, sitting back down in your chair.

“I’d like to put in a custom order” he says smoothly.

Your stomach drops slightly, disappointed this seems to be a business call rather than a personal one, but not surprised.

“Oh right, sure” you lean over the table to grab a pen and paper. 

“What are you looking for? We do 6-12 inch cakes in any flavour you want – we can write personalised messages in the icing too. Or we have cupcakes…”

“No...no Doll…not that” he protests.

You wriggle in your chair, moving your phone to your other ear. “Ah…um….wha-”

“I’d like a date with the store manager. Maybe Friday, at Gambino’s…say 8pm?” he purrs.

You flush as your heart soars, hardly believing what you’re hearing. A date? With you? You’ve never been to Gambino’s but it’s fancy. Fancy fancy.

“Oh!” you utter in surprise. “Um…are you sure?”

“I’m always sure, Doll” he fires back without missing a beat. You’re glad you’re already sitting down.

You pause for a moment, not quite believing this is happening and that he has asked you out. Those thoughts of him come flooding back. You imagine what his mouth feels like…what it would be like to be held in his arms…how his stubble might scratch against your cheek…

“You still with me?” he asks, breaking you out of your daydream.

You open your mouth to speak. Yes. Yes of course, Bucky!  You want to say. I’d love to! I can’t wait! 

But then you think about that article, all those beautiful women. Those expensive suits. The fancy cars. The paparazzi clamouring for shots of him. You imagine yourself on his arm, your modestly priced evening dress making you stick out like a sore thumb amongst the well-heeled clientele. You imagine the slick restaurant staff giving you a double take, surprised at Bucky’s choice of girl for the evening, raising an eyebrow at you. You imagine that you use the wrong fork, mistake the palate cleanser for dessert, stumble on your cheap heels on the way to the bathroom. You see Bucky, meticulous and assured Bucky who likes everything just so, embarrassed that his date doesn’t understand the unwritten rules of this scene. There’s practically an illuminated sign above your head – a big arrow pointing down to you – She doesn’t belong.

You want to stay in your small bubble with him, harmlessly flirting together in the bakery where the stakes are low and you’re in control. The prospect of the next step, venturing out into the world with him, dipping your toes into the pool of the mob and all that comes with it – is just too daunting.

“Uh…I’m sorry Bucky, I don’t think that would be a good idea” you finally reply, your voice meek and resigned. You don’t even sound like yourself.

There’s silence on the line and you briefly wonder if the call has disconnected until he clears his throat.

“No problem” he growls. 

You can hear the barely restrained anger in his voice. You realise Bucky Barnes must not be used to hearing “no”. Certainly not from women.

“I-” you try to respond, you want to tell him the truth – that you feel uncomfortable, that you don’t fit into his world – either of them, not the mob one and not the affluent businessman one either. Regardless of how much you might want to.

“It’s fine” he interrupts sternly. “Have a good evening”.

He hangs up. You stare at your phone in disbelief for a short while, willing him to call you back so you can tell him you’ve made a mistake.

*

Bucky slams his phone down onto the mahogany table so hard it cracks the screen. His anger swells, furious and embarrassed at your rejection. He was so sure that you were on the same page when the two of you had spoken earlier. You seemed to have forgiven him for the tracking and he must be getting rusty as he was sure he was picking up all the right signals from you. He was so looking forward to getting to know you better, away from the prying ears of his men and Wanda. He wanted to hear that laugh of yours again – outside of your workplace and unrestrained when you were off the clock. He wanted to treat you to a nice meal, make you feel special with the finest food New York had to offer. Maybe later take you home and get to know you even more intimately...

This is why he shouldn’t flirt unless he knows for sure that it’s a done deal.

“That went well” mutters Steve from the desk across the room, not looking up from his paperwork.

Bucky ignores him, rolling his eyes and adjusting his shirt sleeve as he sits down.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that happen before…” Steve smirks. “First time for everything, I guess”.

“Shut up” barks Bucky, tracing the big crack in his phone screen with his finger as he huffs in frustration.

Steve looks over at his best friend. Bucky is fidgeting awkwardly, he looks as if he’s physically trying to shake it off, cracking his neck and attempting to concentrate on his computer screen.

“Can you arrange for this to be fixed please?” Bucky says bluntly, gesturing to his broken phone as his eyes remain on the monitor.

“This girl has really done a number on you, hasn’t she?” Steve smirks.

Bucky meets his eye. His face is stony, livid.

“What did I just say…” he warns.

Steve holds up a hand in surrender. “Sorry. Just…I can’t remember the last time a woman got you this riled up, is all…”

Bucky ignores him again, sighing as he reaches for his whisky tumbler.

#mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #bucky barnes #mob bucky au #mob bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #sweet and sour fic

[sleepless-translation]

Phantom Troupe Drama CD English Translation-Track 12

CD : HUNTER×HUNTER～Next Episode Scene 3 幻影旅団 (Link)

Track 12. おじいちゃん,おばあちゃんを大事にしよう “Let's take good care of the elderly!” starts at 41.23

Disclaimer:

This is a fun bonus content from the 1999 anime that I decided to translate because I want others to enjoy it too (´꒳`)♡ Do note that some of the characters might act in an unusual comedic manner.

Summary:

Shalnark, Phinks and Feitan are helping an old lady to get to her destination. This is right before they meet the rest of the troupe in the hotel. (The origin of the Mooncake Trio.)

[Feitan] Finally we got off. Train too crowded. I hate. 

[Phinks] What’s the hotel called again? 

[Shalnark] It’s Beitacle Hotel. I think it’s that way.

[Old lady] Excuse me. Which way is the Ivone mansion??

[Shalnark] Huh? Are you talking to me?

[Phinks] Sorry, Granny. But we’re not from around here. You should ask someone else.

[Feitan] Get out of here or I make you suffer.

[Shalnark] Hey, don’t threaten her. She's just an old lady, you know.Grandma, we apologize, but we really don’t know.

[Old lady] It's right across from the Beitacle hotel. Didn’t you just point that way?

[Shalnark] Ah! Haha.

…

[Feitan] So, why Shal carrying granny on his back?

[Old lady]. I’m sorry for the trouble.

[Shalnark] It would take more time if we walk together.

[Feitan] Better if she manipulated with black voice.

[Shalnark] I can’t do that!

[Phinks] Geez. Shal can kill someone without batting an eye, yet he’s oddly generous.

[Feitan] You one to talk with the bags in your hands. Who you fooling?

[Phinks] I couldn't just leave Shal to do all the work. But, I didn't think I'd actually carry these.

[Feitan] If you no want, just say so.

[Phinks] If I did, would it change anything?

[Feitan] Better if I cut granny’s head off. No need manipulation.

[Phinks] Cut it out! Why are you always so quick to kill people?

[Feitan] Destroy nuisances, destroy obstacles. No other way.

[Shalnark] Haha~ Don’t say that. Helping out someone once in a while isn't a bad thing. The occasional philanthropic operations are also a part of the Troupe, right?

[Phinks] Well, we have to balance a little bit of our bad reputation with good deeds.

[Feitan] Can our bad reputation... cancel out with just this?

[Phinks] Hahaha! Makes sense!

[Feitan] Why you laughing? I not understand.

…

[Shalnark] I see. So you’re going to meet your grandson.

[Old lady]. It’s been 5 years so I'm very excited.

[Feitan] You becoming soft. Shal, you just like an ordinary guy.

[Phinks] You appear like a fine young man.

[Shalnark] I'll take that as a compliment.

[Old lady]. No, no. It’s not only about appearance. Your friends are also fine young men. That one over there even with his unfriendly look, he’s quite a nice person too.

[Phinks] Good for you. You got a compliment.

[Feitan] It not for me. It Phinks.

[Phinks] What are you saying? I’m not even close to looking unfriendly.

[Feitan] Not even close? but you the worst there is.

[Phinks] What does that mean?

[Shalnark] Come on. No quarrel between members of the troupe.

[Feitan] Phinks is the one out of control. I am calm.

[Phinks] Tch. This guy.

[Old lady]. Now, now. The young man with the narrow eyes is just acting tough. You are good friends with the two, right? Thank you.

[Feitan] If you want to live and meet your grandson, w-watch what you say.

[Shalnark] Oh~? Are you...embarassed?

[Phinks] It's not every day he’s praised.

[Feitan] Get moving.

[Shalnark] Alright. Here we are.

[Phinks] Here you go, Granny. Be careful with your belongings.

[Old lady]. Thank you very much. You guys really helped me. So sorry for the trouble.The least I could do is to give you these.

[Shalnark] No. There’s no need.

[Old lady]. It’s fine. Listen to the elderly.

[Phinks] Then, I’ll gladly take one.

[Old lady] Here, you too.

[Feitan] Me? I no do anything!

[Old lady] It’s alright. Just take it.

[Feitan] Fine.

[Shalnark] Well, we’ll get going!

[Old lady] Thank you very much, you youngins.

[Phinks] TIme to go. See you, Granny. So, what did she give us?

[Shalnark] This is some kind of sweets, right? Isn’t this what they call mooncakes?

[Feitan] She gave the troupe mooncakes as thank you. What a joke

[Phinks] It’s good enough, isn’t it? For an old lady, it's the best she could do.

[Shalnark] Let’s try one out.

[Phinks] *Munch* It's sweet! No good. It’s too sweet for me.

[Shalnark] Hmm. Sweet foods are not my thing either. Let’s just give them to Machi or Shizuku later.

[Phinks] Ah. Right.

[Feitan] *Gulp* It too sweet but...

[Shalnark] Hm?

[Feitan] ...it not bad.

════════ End of track ════════

TL Notes & Commentary:

The old lady actually called Phinks いかちい / 厳つい "rugged/stern look." Used to refer to someone with a scary face and seems unapproachable. And yes, Phinks was oblivious to the fact that he does look rather unfriendly.

It was really hard to purposely mess up Fei's grammar yet also make it sound adorable in a way, so I hope it turned out okay!

Mooncake trio in Japanese is 月餅トリオ

#hunter x hunter #hxh 1999 #phantom troupe #genei ryodan #feitan #phinks #shalnark #mooncake trio #trouble trio #drama cd #hxh drama cd #translation #english translation #Feitan is literally me when talking in Japanese #I miss Shal :<

[taco-pal]

STARFIELD THOUGHTS SO FAR:

Been playing Starfield and while I love the game's astronomical highs, the lows the game contains are all old problems other games have already solved and also very annoyingly Bethesda design choices. It's baffling how Bethesda oscillates between being occasionally brilliant or stumbling into the most boring versions of quest design and character choices.

For instance, the gameplay loop of Fallout 4 felt incredible; loot houses and buildings for construction material while usually getting into some great gunfights that reinforce the idea of trying to survive in the wasteland and build a community. BUT we're going to have such a strange choice of a plot set up and limit the choices you're able to make and simplify the lore. Also you're not going to be able to romance the cool detective crooner and easy choice for love interest android man Nick Valentine because we're prudish weirdos who think it'd be icky!!!!

The main cast and main quests of Starfield are painfully dull. No one has any sort of real character depth. It's like they thought of a few archetypes but didn't give them any real sense of personality beyond that. Walter should be portrayed as a capitalist freak, instead he's a philanthropic capitalist funding his dream. Sarah Morgan is so robotic. Andreja is potentially interesting but has no depth. Matteo should be constantly presenting conflict within the group because he's religious, etc etc. Barrett seemed like he had a personality but there hasn't been much depth to him since the beginning of the game.

It's like Bethesda wanted to be as painfully inoffensive as possible that they whitewash conflicting ideologies constantly, so much so to the point that it feels like there's no real ideological differences between the main factions outside of the ones committing real crimes. Like, how could a free market economy EVER have a united government in space? How do all of these randos afford to have space ships? WHY give the player a ship immediately? It's also a massive misstep to not IMMEDIATELY include alien civilizations for interesting conflict!!!! This game wants to feel like Star Trek/Mass Effect but it misses so much of what makes those stories interesting. It is so apparent that they started working on this a decade ago because the science fiction tropes they present here became tired tropes between 2010- to now. Do you like Firefly? Here is our Space Western planet :) Do you like cyberpunk? Here is our neon drenched cityscape :) Do you like the Citadel from Mass Effect? Here is our version. :) It just does all of that stuff in ways that aren't even half ass effectve. It's also so fucking weird that they just don't want anyone to look hot? It feels so distinctly American in that it is so prudish and too cowardly to acknowledge that sex even exists in this universe lmfao. EVERYONE is so overdressed! It's hilarious. In the year that Baldur's Gate 3, the most horny game ever dropped? Laughable.

There's so much potential for interesting dramatic conflict and they don't explore any of it! It's such a boring way to present Constellation. Sarah Morgan says they do shady shit all the time and know what a jail cell is like, but has a meltdown the moment anything morally grey happens! It's like Bethesda is so averse to having any of these characters be disliked, so they ironed out any possible sense of real personality they could have.

It's so frustrating because there is so much potential here; a lot of the side quests are fun and present great dramatic conflict, even though they are undercut by some flat outcomes. Exploring planets and the ship stuff is all fun and engaging, jetpacking around and shooting dudes is fun as hell too. And yet the main quest is so damn boring it takes away from all of that. Ugh.

This is all without even getting into the horrid UI and terrible decision to NOT INCLUDE LOCAL AND CITY MAPS????? I want to love this game and have really enjoyed some of it! It's just got some very distinctly Bethesda flaws. It brings me no joy to say this. Ugh. :\

#Starfield #critique #Fallout 4 #Bethesda #Nick Valentine #video game #gaming #gamer #gaming blog #writing

[duchessanon]

Who’s who in this blog : the fandom version of the rf

For any newbies, I usually don’t like explaining the joke but here u are! These are essentially over exaggerated versions of how the fandom has characterised the rf and supporting characters over the years.

Liz - RIP’d queen, often disrespected by her grandsons & their wives. Ignores everything that she needs to fix in her fam. A icon none the less

Philpot - RIP’d duke of edin-burg. Occasionally racist. Generally admired. Name is Phil & despot together bc he may have RIP’d Di.

Chuck - current king. Desperate for attention, sensitive, adulterer, and ready to throw his (RIP’d) wife and sons to the wolves

Camilla - one time respected/tolerated, now beloved for making Henris bedroom into her wardrobe

Di - RIP’d princess of hearts. Press feeding, monarchy loving, but also an anarchist and destructor of the monarchy. Only has one son, who he is depends on who u ask

Ghost Di - appears in the form of leopards, elephants, cows etc. Blesses u with fertility and revenge for ur enemies

Anne - a hardworking, unbothered legAnned. Likes horsey stuff

Tim - lusted over husbAnned. Drama free

Andy - sicko. Never a good word said about him unless ur also a sicko or Fergie.

Fergie - chaotic queen of flower crowns. Messy for defending Andy. But so batshit, u can’t be mad, u just roll with it. Part time author of smut.

Eddie - dramatically unveils plaques

Soph - Liz’s fave. Probably an asshole in secret. Her fan account turned against her out of nowhere one day. Still don’t know what she did

Willy - heir with no hair. BULLIAM. Celebrated for it. Lusted over by a minority. Often lazy. Often adulterous. Takes a bad photo. Family man. Simp.

k8 - the main fandom girlie. Loves kids and shaping their brains. Often lazy. Baby brained, cheated on non stop, but also Machiavellian (Bitch k8). Also boring. “Great gowns, beautiful gowns” (sometimes).

Henri - Named Santa Henri bc of his Saint like status in pre-2016 fandom. Now a todger loving, traitorous, self obsessed, disrespectful, bewitched by meg dumb dumb. Also a brave, rebellious, normal blokey soldier. Loyal husband and father.

Meg - that bitch. Narcissistic, philanthropic, disrespectful, title obsessed, overthrower of the colonialist monarchy. Bad friend and daughter. Kindest person alive. Never done anything wrong, at fault for everything. Hounded by the press but it was all her fault anyway.

Peter - used his royal name to do a milk ad

Zara & Mike - get away with doing magazine deals bc they’re not working royals. Relationship with Willy and Henri used as proof that either brother is better bc they must be great if they’re close to the tindalls

Eugbea - daughter of fergie. One person. The true blood princess

Eugbea husband - just there

AK-47 - Angela Kelly, Liz’s secret lover who denied meg a tiara

Jason Knife - staff. Twisted the knife in megris back

JLP - the og staff dude

Cam Tominey, Dicky Palmer, KT nichol, the two Vickis, Roya, Danny Wooten, Piers Morgan, Emily Andrews, Becky English, that Jack guy, Val Lowe - EVIL press, revealers of the TRUTH

Omid - best selling author. risked it all for Megri. Court jester

Carolyn - also best selling author. Missing since 2021

Cress and Chelsea - long suffering exes

Carole - the queen maker

Mike - drug smuggler. Pilot

#lmk if I missed anyone obvious

[lakevalorr]

Heyo, WoF side of Tumblr. Take some headcanons I made up as tribute:

SeaWings

- SeaWings aren't only known for their story-writing talents; there are quite a lot of song-writers as well! These songs consist of sea shanties, barbershop quartets, war tunes, and even the occasional love song or 80s esque pop song. Songs are a very important part of SeaWing culture.

- Being a mainly pescetarian tribe, SeaWing dragonets are taught that eating seagulls are bad for you, and will make you sick. This comes from a time where a SeaWing prince was fed seagull at a Royal Ball Dinner, and later became violently ill. The seagull was blamed for this. However, it is perfectly fine to eat seagull eggs.

- No food in the SeaWing Tribe has dairy in it, due to a belief that dairy is harder to digest. Also, do you really wanna have milk with your octopus legs?

- (Slightly Canon) Along with Aquatic, SeaWings also use different talon and tail gestures. This 🤌 is one that is more commonly used ("what do you mean?" "what do you want?" "what are you talking about?" or, more simply, "what?"). Did I just make thi

- A "Seagull Dropping Platter" is a saying used to describe a disgusting meal. A "Squid's Platter" is a saying used to describe a weird or peculiar dish.

- SeaWings are thought to be the most well educated tribe, seeing as SeaWing dragonets start school early, and continue to go to school until they're 10 years old.

MudWings

- (Slightly Canon) Mud is considered to be a stress-reliever and works as a substitute for bathing. Mud Baths help soothe dry skin, wounds, and sore muscles. Autistic MudWings, in particular, are shown to carry around mud with them to play around with when they're overwhelmed.

- MudWing jobs include Blacksmithing, Farming, Construction, Orchestration, Baking, and Defense Instructors. Sibs will usually work together to make their own business, and everyone contributes.

- MudWing Princesses and Princes are known to keep a crocodile as a pet. Common names are Chomper (or Chompy), Sharpteeth, Swampy, and Slipper.

- (Slightly Canon) When a MudWing loses their BigWings, usually the second oldest MudWing would take their place. However, this is a very uncommon event.

- When owning a business, the BigWing is seen as the manager/boss.

- Sibs celebrate every big achievement for their other sibs, whether it be a Hatching Day or an academic achievement.

- Although MudWings are stereotyped to be dumb and uneducated, they're actually often the most successful in the business world, since there are plenty of professions for them. Because of this, there are hardly any MudWing peasants (lower class).

- Despite MudWings being stereotyped as gluttonous, they usually eat only one big meal a day, during the afternoon.

SkyWings

- SkyWings are considered to be the wealthiest Tribe, because of their connections with the other Tribes.

- SkyWings are known to be philanthropic, and are very eager to share their culture with other Tribes.

- SkyWings are stereotyped to be aggressive, mainly due to their ferocity in battle. However, the typical SkyWing is usually very friendly.

- A SkyWing's meal mainly consists of sweet and spicy foods, with occasional savory dish.

- Due to the wealth of the SkyWings, finding a lower class SkyWing is very uncommon, and are usually given special benefits to help them survive.

- Some popular SkyWing foods include: Dough-Holes (the SkyWing version of donuts) or Crystal Dough-Holes (a SkyWing version of a ciambella), bruschetta (yes, believe it or not, SkyWings do like to eat some fruits and vegetables), and roast beef.

- Every Summer Solstice, there is an annual SkyWing festival to celebrate. This includes races, baking competitions, dancing, and also staying up until the Sun goes down.

- SkyWings have specific times of the year where tourists from other Tribes are allowed to visit. These tourists mainly consist of MudWings, SandWings, and the occasional NightWing. It is almost customary for tourists to bring a canteen with them, since there's free water everywhere, and stations where you can fill up your canteen.

- (Slightly Canon) Due to a massacre way back, several centuries after the Scorching, dragons with special abilities (such as firescales and animus powers) have been killed off as to not kill again. However, due to law changes in the SkyWing Kingdom, and due to the murder of dragonets being inhumane, SkyWing dragonets with these abilities are given a three days notice to leave the Kingdom or face execution.

#wof headcanon #wings of fire #wof #wof mudwing #wof skywing #wof seawing #wings of fire headcanon #for those of you who were hungry for some mudwing headcanons #this post is for you

[magicallymalted]

Riddle Era Character Sheet - Lyubomir Desislavov Vulchanov

What if it were possible to reverse the cycle of life and death, as one would rewind the hands of a clock?

࿐ General ࿐

Name: Lyubomir Vulchanov

Name Meanings: Lyubomir: "peace and love" | Vulchanov: "Wolf-like"

Nicknames: Miro, Lev, Lyubo, etc.

Birthdate: May 20th, 1927

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Personality Type (MBTI): INTJ (The Architect)

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: Norwegian

Ethnic Background: Bulgarian, Russian

Sexuality: Bisexual (but a little private about it)

Residence: Tromsø, Norway | London, England

࿐ Physical Appearance ࿐

Hair: Light brown

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 80kg (177lbs)

Body Type: Ectomorph

Skin Tone: Pale

Faceclaim(s): Jannis Niewöhner (older, Iain Glen? idk yet)

࿐ Background ࿐

Hometown: Tromsø, Norway

Lyubomir was born in the Vulchanov family's second home in Norway, after they fled from Bulgaria a few generations prior. It was secluded and up until his schooling at Durmstrang, he hardly left unless for special events. There was a strong feeling of being cut off from muggle society and speaking only to purebloods and the occasional half-blood. The walls of the wide corridors displayed several generations of Vulchanovs—some mad, many dead before their time, and very few who lived to accomplish anything as great as Nerida herself.

࿐ Family ࿐

Mother: Petya Vulchanova (née Kostomarova)

A Russian heiress who left her home after the Revolution of 1905, Petya was admittedly an older match for Desislav, but she knew well how to handle her own. Crafty, stark, and yet surprisingly maternal, she was one of the very few who could've been prepared to enter into a family as turbulent as the ancient Vulchanovs.

After Lyubomir's birth, his mother developed erythroblastosis fetalis and struggled to have any more children. Thus, she somewhat smothered him in an effort to protect him and the family line out of fear of what his father would do if something were to happen to him.

Father: Desislav Vulchanov

Lyubomir's father was a difficult man who seemed all too out of touch with the society that he appeared so concerned to keep under his hand. A blood purist to the bone with an overbearing and belligerent manner, Lyubomir didn't just have a poor relationship with his father— he was often afraid of him. Speaking out against him took a great deal of courage that Miro often had a hard time pulling together.

Desislav never truly had a formal "job" as there wasn't ever a need for one. The wealth of his line sustained them well enough and it would seem that doing any sort of work that wasn't in his best or future interests was beneath him. Yet, the narcissist in him loved when others would recognize the things that he did do, including philanthropic activities to sustain the calibre of Durmstrang's facilities and education that he deemed appropriate.

Sister: Ivayla Vulchanova

Iva was six years older than Lyubomir and often acted as his voice when it came to matters of their household and family name, conveying words on his behalf and getting through to their parents when he was unable. She had a great love of the performing arts and worked hard to eventually become a ballerina, but unfortunately her life was cut short when tuberculosis took her at 21. Since then, Lyubomir has had quite a detrimental fascination with the reversal of death.

࿐ Hogwarts/Magic ࿐

Wand:

Wood: Walnut

Core: Serpent Horn

Length: 12"

Flexibility: Whippy

Schooling: 11-13 Durmstrang, 13-17 Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw

Best Class: History of Magic

Worst Class: Herbology

Boggart: Losing his mind (if anyone has thoughts on how that may show up feel free to let me know lol)

Riddikulus: tbd

Patronus: Brown Hare

Patronus Memory: Seeing his sister's first performance

Amortentia (what he smells like): Moss, dark chocolate, dusty books

Amortentia (what he smells): [something related to s/o]

Quidditch: No

Prefect: Yes

Clubs: No

OWL Classes (taken independently):

Transfiguration - Exceeds Expectations

Charms - Exceeds Expectations

Herbology - Poor

Potions - Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic - Outstanding

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding

Divination - Exceeds Expectations

NEWT Classes:

History of Magic - Outstanding

Transfiguration - Exceeds Expectations

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Exceeds Expectations

Charms - Acceptable

Study of Ancient Runes - Exceeds Expectations

࿐ Career ࿐

11-17: Student 17-22: British Ministry of Magic Archivist 22-39: Norwegian Ministry Archivist 17-Retirement: Necromancy Researcher

Personality & Attitude: Since birth, Lyubomir has always been a quiet and internal individual, much to the chagrin of the rest of his family who often exercised an extroverted disposition meant for entertaining. He was quick to fall to tears in his youth and somewhat naïvely just tried to go along with whatever people wanted from him in an effort to appease them. Later on, many within the Norwegian wizarding society never quite knew what to make of him, especially as the dichotomy of his outer intensity never fit with how he became upon being spoken to. He walked and stared with the severity of someone who had been on the front lines of war, but when he spoke it was often merely the voice of a soft child when contending with the ferocity of high society.

Priorities: Knowledge

Strengths: Introspective, reliable, hardworking, protective, contemplative

Weaknesses: Overcommitment, sensitivity, easily manipulated

Favorites: Snow, wizard chess, coffee, history

Colors: Dark blue, seafoam

Weather: Icy, damp

Hobbies: Wizard chess, reading, collecting chocolate frog cards, ice skating

࿐ Relationships ࿐

Very few at the moment... sad :’) Though anyone can definitely feel free to reach out to discuss something!

Friend(s):

Acquaintances:

Enemies:

Rivals: 

S/O: Elodie Dubois (@endlessly-cursed) -

Miro and Elodie met when the former transferred to Hogwarts through their mutual friend, Tom Riddle. At the time, Elodie was pursuing a relationship with him until his decided path left her with heartbreak. Miro was the one to comfort her after their falling out, and she started to frequent his company often which led to both of them catching feelings. 

After Miro’s own fallout with Tom, he and Elodie became much closer, "unofficially" starting to date in her 6th and his 5th year, before they officially started after graduation, with them moving in together. Although Miro's parents weren't particularly happy about the whole ordeal, his mother managed to convince herself and his father that the relationship was only temporary. She would unfortunately be right.

Over time, Miro's career as an archivist at the ministry got the best of him and he started to sink deeper and deeper into the studies of necromancy. Elodie tried to get him interested in another things, but he always came back to it, and the two started arguing more and more. Elodie then broke it off with an ultimatum: his work or her. With him unwilling to choose, she told him to leave and never return—so that's what he did.

[more tbw]

࿐ History ࿐

The Vulchanovs were a very old and traditional pureblood family that, while not as powerful as they used to be, still held a significant impact among their peers, for better of worse. After Harfang Munter took over Durmstrang in the event of Nerida Vulchanova's death, they never officially attempted to enter back into the spotlight of running the school founded by their ancestor. It may have been because the school had transformed into a very different vision than what Nerida had intended, though many behind closed doors and through hushed whispers thought the reasoning to be the mysterious deaths that henceforth plagued the family line, in addition to the frightful madness that seemed to follow certain members like a shadow.

Some said that they were cursed (potentially by Harfang Munter himself) while others simply chalked it up to being so far removed from the muggle side of life that they were effectively delusional in their perceptions of the world. Lyubomir's great-grandfather was the first one to relocate the family line from their primary residence in Bulgaria to their second home in Norway during the rising tensions with Russia and the Ottoman Empire. He was, as well, another case of unexplainable death.

During his time at Durmstrang, Lyubomir always felt as though there were eyes on him from both students and professors, which he anticipated was brought on by the reputation surrounding his last name. The pressure to excel was overwhelming, and so when he was 13 he plucked up the courage to tell his parents that he was going to Hogwarts instead under the guise of "expanding his knowledge and understanding of the wizarding world."

࿐ Misc & Trivia ࿐

He likes to collect chocolate frog cards, especially as it was something that also helped him learn English

He has an almost obsessive fascination with death and spent most of his adult years studying necromancy and the reversal of death

He was further spurred on during his school years to pursue this line of study by Tom Riddle, who often tried to pull out of him a further fascination and understanding of the Dark Arts

He speaks Bulgarian, Russian, Norwegian, and English

Becoming a prefect helped him find a little more confidence in his own authority

He has a very sensitive nose

He was fired from his job as an archivist for the Ministry after others raised concerns of his spending a little too much time cataloging documents and books pertaining to dangerous topics

#riddle era #riddle era oc #oc: lyubomir vulchanov #harry potter oc #hp oc #hp rp #rp oc #durmstrang

[necromatador]

16 (especially the last parts), 24, 29, and 41 for Jaz and Alkimos!

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

Jaz is the owner and head enchanter of The Spell Counter, a major magical supply store that sells a variety of items such as enchanted tools, magical accessories and clothes, potions and charms, and ingredients for at-home witchery. He loves doing this, to be honest. Enchanting and doing so creatively is Enrichment to him. It gives him puzzles to pick at and problems to solve. He just hates that there are so many rules and laws to creating enchantments (though he understands why some exist). Jaz is also the head of the largest illegal enchantments and potions supply ring in Gallecross, the Hellebore Council. He sees it as a necessary evil but also takes a good deal of pleasure in working from the shadows like this and the power and influence it affords him. Alkimos is Jaz's second-in-command and bodyguard in their work running the Hellebore Council, and he is also the co-owner and head alchemist at The Spell Counter. He views potion-brewing similarly to the way Jaz views enchanting: puzzles and problems to work at and solve that keep his mind and hands busy in a productive and pleasant manner. He also, like Jaz, takes some pleasure in working on the Hellebore Council; it feels like a place he fits in more than general society does. He can be himself and he doesn't have to abide by rules he finds pointless.

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

Jaz likes to attend higher-class parties and Alkimos, as Jaz's bodyguard, usually attends as well. Jaz likes to socialize and enjoys networking at such things, as well as gossiping. Alkimos like to eat funny little snacks and have the occasional wine or champagne while making sure nobody tries to kill Jaz and that Jaz doesn't get too drunk and makes it home okay. Jaz belongs essentially to at least one country club as well (again, he mostly uses it as networking with Gullible Rich People or Politicians He Can Blackmail) where he plays the semi-truthful role of a self-made rich 'playboy' with a philanthropic streak. He plays the law-abiding and good-hearted merchant prince, a shining beacon for his kind. All the roles that he and Alkimos play to survive in Gallecross are at least partially based in truth. They are self-made business-folk. They do have philanthropic goals and initiatives in progress to pursue them. Jaz fucking loves gossip. Alkimos enjoys eating all of the snooty rich people's silly but tasty little snacks.

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Jaz's weaknesses are: - his temper - his pride/hubris - his ego/vanity - his attachment to Alkimos - his desire for vengeance Alkimos' weaknesses are: - his pessimism/cynical nature - his stubbornness - his attachment to Jaz - his bluntness - his hubris (about different things than Jaz)

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

They both have at least some self-awareness and use it, at times, to be self-deprecating to each other when they feel bad or when things go wrong. It's like that case where you know your flaws but cannot fix them alone so whenever they cause a problem you go quietly to your friends and go "hey hi i'm the worst" and they go "yeah that wasn't the best idea but you aren't the worst you're just a dumbass who we love". Jaz takes himself less seriously than Alkimos takes himself because he secretly feels like everything about him is fake (which is why he reacts so negatively to being told he's fake like to his face) and it gives him a certain ironic detachment sometimes.

#character building #oc asks #oc ask meme #ask meme #jazakhza the manticore #alkimos the sphinx #the walled city of gallecross

[scales-claws-and-thorns]

The Hero’s Aspect: Akhutai Urit

(( BOLD always or almost always applies  | |   italics are situational or occasional ))

accepting | adventurous | altruistic | amiable | benevolent | bold | brave | caring | charitable | cheerful | chivalrous | compassionate | courageous | courteous | courtly | daring | decent | disciplined | doughty | dutiful | dynamic | empathetic | energetic | enthusiastic | erudite | fair-minded | faithful | fearless | forthright | gallant | generous | genuine | gritty | graceful | gracious | gutsy | happy | honest | honourable | incorruptible | innocent | intelligent | intrepid | jovial | judicious | just | kind | knowledgeable | likable | lionhearted | loyal | loving | magnanimous | merciful | mighty | mild | moral | nice | noble | non-judgemental | obliging | open-minded | orderly | philanthropic | polite | principled | proper | quick-thinking | quick-witted | quixotic | rational | realistic | refined | reasonable | reconciliatory | reliable | sagacious | saintly | seemly | shrewd | self-reliant | self-sacrificing | sensitive | smart | sophisticated | spirited | stalwart | steadfast | stoic | strong | suave | sympathetic | teetotal | tenacious | thoughtful | tireless | tolerant | tough | trustworthy | unassuming | uncomplaining | understanding | unflappable | unyielding | useful | valiant | virtuous | vigilant | warm-hearted | whimsical | wise | witty | worthy | xenacious | xenophilic | yielding | zealful

Tai is not a hero. He works with them sometimes. But he is a lot closer to a villain.

tagged by: @mimble-sparklepudding​

tagging: @newhorizonsxiv​ @wispofwillow​ and whoever wants to do it :v

#akhutai urit

[reasoningdaily]

Jeffrey Epstein helped move $270,000 for renowned linguist Noam Chomsky and also paid $150,000 to Bard College president Leon Botstein, the Wall Street Journal has reported.

According to the newspaper, and also confirmed by Chomsky and Botstein, the late sex offender and financier had financial dealings with the two academics and had met with them multiple times.

Chomsky, a linguist at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and political activist, told the Journal that he met Epstein occasionally to discuss political and academic topics. In 2018, Chomsky asked Epstein for help with a “technical matter” regarding the disbursement of common funds relating to his first marriage, the Journal reported.

He went on to confirm that in March 2018, he received a transfer of approximately $270,000 from an account linked to Epstein, telling the Journal that it was “restricted to rearrangement of my own funds, and did not involve one penny from Epstein”.

In response to further questions from the Guardian, Chomsky responded: “My late wife Carol and I were married for 60 years. We never bothered with financial details. She had a long debilitating illness when we paid no attention at all to such matters. Several years after her death, I had to sort some things out. I asked Epstein for advice. There were no financial transactions except from one account of mine to another.”

“These are all personal matters of no one’s concern,” Chomsky said.

Meanwhile, in 2016, Botstein received checks from an account linked to Epstein that amounted to approximately $150,000, the Swiss American conductor and Bard College president told the Journal.

Botstein told the Journal that Epstein had designated him as a consultant on the payments and made them appear as if they were fees for consulting work, which Botstein said he did not do for Epstein.

“I have no idea why he concocted this scheme … He didn’t want to write a check to Bard. He took pity on me, and he said, ‘I’m gonna give you money and you do whatever you want with it,’” Botstein told the Journal.

Botstein added that he included Epstein’s payments to him as part of a larger donation he made to the college in 2016.

Moreover, in 2011, Epstein gave Bard College $75,000 in unsolicited donations and Botstein had met with Epstein over a dozen times but was unsuccessful in raising additional funds, the president told the Journal.

In a statement to the Guardian, a spokesperson for the university confirmed the donations from Epstein.skip past newsletter promotion

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“Jeffrey Epstein made an unsolicited $75,000 contribution to Bard in 2011 that the college publicly acknowledged in 2019. At the time of his gift to Bard, Epstein purported to be a billionaire philanthropist who had served a prison sentence for a deeply troubling crime,” the spokesperson said, referring to Epstein’s sex offenses.

In 2011, Epstein pleaded guilty to charges of soliciting prostitution from a minor and was registered as a sex offender. Eight years later, in July 2019, federal prosecutors charged Epstein with sex trafficking a minor and conspiracy to commit sex trafficking. Epstein denied the charges and was refused bail before he died months later in an apparent suicide.

The spokesperson went on to explain that Epstein had expressed philanthropic interest in Bard’s music programs and introduced Botstein to Gratitude America, a discrete charity set up by Epstein which had an advisory board consisting of experts from various disciplines.

In 2016, Botstein was invited by the foundation’s president, Richard Khan, to serve a one-year term on the board as a music expert.

“Botstein received $150,000 in compensation, the entirety of which was included in his annual 2016 gift to Bard, along with personal savings and the rest of his non-Bard income from honoraria and outside conducting fees, a practice he has maintained for many years,” the spokesperson said.

“Botstein’s 2016 total philanthropic contribution to Bard was $1,040,000. Had the extent and horror of Epstein’s crimes been known, Bard would not have accepted his support,” the spokesperson added.

#Noam Chomsky and Bard College president had financial dealings with Jeffrey Epstein #noam chomsky #money laundering #jeffery epstein #bard college #sex trafficking

[aramorehq]

Your name is BENJAMIN PIERCE, though you do look a bit like AARON TVEIT. You are 37 years old, identify as CIS MALE and your pronouns are HE/HIM. You are the HEIR TO A DIAMOND COMPANY, and live in a HOUSE. Some would say that your seven deadly sin is LUST and that’s because HE IS CHEATING ON HIS WIFE WITH A MUCH YOUNGER WOMAN JUST FOR THE THRILL OF IT.

SUMMARY: (AT LEAST FIVE HEADCANONS)

Benjamin's family has been around Aramore for a long time. Originally, generations ago, they sold gold from the mines and earned their fortune that way. Now, they've progressed to having an overseas diamond mining and manufacturing company.

Ben has recently become more involved in the family business (if you can even call it that at the scale it's grown) and has found his way back to Aramore in order to set up a marketing firm there. He thought it could bring some jobs back to the town but also he felt like he was becoming stagnant in his work. This town had given the Pierce family their start all those years ago, so maybe it can breathe new life into him as well.

When he was thirty-one, his father told him that he had arranged for Benjamin to meet with the town's mayor in order to discuss a business transaction. What that transaction turned out to be was the mayor offering his daughter in exchange for funds and good publicity to help with the upcoming election. The mayor and Ben's father had worked this all out, and really there was no room for Ben or the mayor's daughter, Olivia, to say no.

They do their best to make this situation work. Ben sees it as a little too romantic sometimes, the idea of being able to find love together one day. But it hasn't worked in all these years, and there are times where he feels like Olivia is drifting from him.

He'll buy her anything she wants, he'll take her on fancy outings and buy her luxurious items. There is no limit to what he'll spend on her because in his mind, that's how he shows love.

Things started to get rough, and that was when Ben started going to clubs and hanging around other people. Usually woman, but there were a few men that he spent some time with that he truly enjoyed the company of. He wouldn't tell Olivia (obviously) but his discovery of his own sexuality was something that he hasn't told anyone.

Things changed when he met Bambi He found himself doing much of what he did with Olivia when they first met. Showering her with gifts and anything she wanted, spending time with her, sleeping together. He was infatuated by her.

though, it's something he must keep secret. from his wife and the public eye. A divorce or even a scandal would tank Olivia's father's reelection campaign, and ruining this could ruin things for him in Aramore. It's a small town, rumors fly. And an adulterer cheating on his wife with someone fifteen years younger was bound to destroy the positive image he has worked hard to create as the philanthropic socialite that donates money to every school event and every fundraiser in town.

When he's not working or cheating on his wife, Ben does try to make things work with Olivia. There's still a part of him that hopes when things are good that this could work for them.

Part of him believes if they were to have a child, that would fix their marriage and make it less of a sham.

Ben works closely with the mayor and has even advised him on a few things while lining his pockets with several generous donations.

Can have a bit of a temper, but it usually just comes out as frustration. occasionally he'll yell, but he's rarely ever been violent in his life. Never violent toward his wife.

He cares about Olivia and her happiness, but he knows there's no love there. They tolerate each other most of the time. But he would still do almost anything for her.

Will occasionally do drugs, but it's not a habit he's proud of or wants to admit to anyone. Usually cocaine.

Shallow and self centered, but what heir to a multi-million dollar fortune wouldn't be.

[regenesysx]

Why concentrate on open administration

You may not Public management course understand it, yet odds are great that public administrators and public administration influence your everyday life. All in all, what is public administration?

Public administration is utilized by both the public authority and the philanthropic area. It utilizes private-area business and the board ways to deal with deal with the arrangement of administrations to general society. The objective of good open administration is to advance proficiency and adequacy and further develop client support. Public administration and organization are significant for an administration to carry out administrations to people in general. It likewise includes the preparation and setting up of approaches hidden these public administrations.

To lay it more out plainly, public administration is behind the help that gathers your decline every week, guarantees there is water in your taps and that the roads are kept up with and remained careful, alongside a large group of other illustration of public area administrations.

Obviously, we generally possibly notice when public administration falls flat. Sadly, that happens frequently, and here in South Africa, there are so many assistance conveyance fights by networks that they only occasionally make news. This is frequently where philanthropic associations step in to attempt to fill the holes that the public authority can't. South Africa has numerous NGOs accomplishing significant work and a considerable lot of the country's public supervisors and directors work in this area.

The political idea of policy management has taken on more honed center with the rise in the last quarter of the 20th 100 years of the subdiscipline of public administration. Hence, the public administration viewpoint centers unequivocally around methodology and interorganizational relations instead of the organization of cycles interior to regulatory organizations.

Public administration - administration and strategy

In South Africa, the Division of Public Assistance and Organization is answerable for public administration and administration. It is answerable for setting up approaches on help conveyance as well as guaranteeing those strategies are appropriately done and benefits are conveyed proficiently to people in general.

The division is presently zeroing in on the accompanying areas of public help, which it says will act as the "primary key markers that will highlight whether the public assistance is compelling, productive and improvement arranged".

For what reason is public assistance significant

It might seem like a strong proclamation, however quite a bit of what we see as civilisation depends upon public help. Public administrations, additionally called common administrations, are the administrations given to people in general by the public authority. These are the administrations that make a city-run, from building and keeping up with framework like streets, power, water and sewerage frameworks through to police and local groups of fire-fighters as well as libraries and centers. At regular intervals city laborers take to the streets for higher wages. At the point when this happens we get a short look at what our general public would resemble without public help: an exceptionally muddled and tumultuous spot. Luckily, these public help strikes are generally very fleeting, yet they truly do give an emotional indication of the significance of public assistance

[regenesyssblog]

Higher Certificate in Public Management

Public administration is behind the help that gathers your deny every week, Public Management guarantees there is water in your taps and that the roads are kept up with and remained careful, alongside a large group of other illustration of public area administrations.

Obviously, we generally possibly notice when public administration comes up short. Tragically, that happens frequently, and here in South Africa, there are so many help conveyance fights by networks that they only occasionally make news. This is frequently where philanthropic associations step in to attempt to fill the holes that the public authority can't. South Africa has numerous NGOs accomplishing significant work and large numbers of the country's public supervisors and overseers work in this area.

In South Africa, the Branch of Public Help and Organization is answerable for public administration and administration. It is liable for setting up approaches on help conveyance as well as guaranteeing those strategies are appropriately completed and benefits are conveyed effectively to general society.

The division is presently zeroing in on the accompanying areas of public help, which it says will act as the "fundamental vital markers that will highlight whether the public help is powerful, proficient and advancement arranged".

It might seem like an intense explanation, yet a lot of what we see as civilisation depends upon public help. Public administrations, likewise called common administrations, are the administrations given to people in general by the public authority. These are the administrations that make a city-run, from building and keeping up with framework like streets, power, water and sewerage frameworks through to police and local groups of fire-fighters as well as libraries and facilities.

Like clockwork civil specialists take to the streets for higher wages. At the point when this happens we get a concise look at what our general public would resemble without public help: an extremely muddled and tumultuous spot. Luckily, these public help strikes are generally very brief, yet they truly do give an emotional indication of the significance of public assistance.

Without public help, our street organizations would self-destruct, taps would dry up and power would run out. These are things frequently underestimate by those living in urban communities, however this isn't true for the majority provincial regions. In its latest review on open administrations, Measurements South Africa found that family admittance to drinking water was at 89%, trailed by admittance to mains power at 84.7%, further developed sterilization at 83% and admittance to reject evacuation administrations at home was just 66.4%.

South Africa's public help actually has a lot of work to be finished, yet this shows the requirement for well-gifted public chiefs and overseers. Assuming you feel that you might want to take on these difficulties to work on open help to networks, then, at that point, a vocation in policy implementation or the executives could be ideal for you.

Here in South Africa, public administration is dealt with by the public Division of Public Assistance and Organization. The division sets up government strategies for the public help and guarantees administration conveyance systems, administration drives and different parts of government are receptive to the requirements of residents. The division is behind all open administration and strategy, deals with all open area organizations and screens progress through customary public administration audit.

[thed4rkhand]

What is your future spouse’s personality like?

So we’re back with pick a card number 2, and this would be the personality of your future spouse. Take what resonates and let me know how you feel! Without wasting time, lets get into the readings! Quickly pick a picture and go to the corresponding pile!

Pile 1

This is my foreign spouse pile! I see a lot of Aquarius, pisces, Sagittarius and libra babies here. You’re also probably the person who is trying to manifest their spouse since the longest time ever, or at least their characteristics. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of you have either had readings done about your spouse before and had it resonating immensely, or even dreamt about them. (not even going to put performing magic beyond this pile). Maybe my scorpio darlings are here?

Your spouse is a very well-rounded person, and likely that they themselves are fascinated with different cultures too. They could dabble in professions such as law, politics or even be a doctor, I’m seeing some profession that makes a lot of money but also requires a high level of educational qualifications. I’m getting the feeling that they might have a prominent Virgo or Capricorn in their chart, hypochondriacs? They’re very family oriented and are really looking to settle down. They’re probably the quiet and introverted type, but highly spiritual themselves. They can be into mediating and manifesting. They’re a very optimistic kind of person, which I feel would balance you out (you know it hush). They see potential in everything and everyone, and encourage them by being their loudest cheerleader. They themselves have been at a low point in their life, so they know how people feel when they can see no way out. They’re extremely patient and understanding. They might have a bunch of scattered interests in life, I’m seeing a lot of sports and creative arts. They themselves are highly creative and love networking for business. Outside the house, they’re quite the extrovert, but once inside, they love relaxing and enjoy a comfortable and quiet environment. They command respect and admiration when they walk into the room.

Random keywords for this pile-

blue/ tuck boxes/ polaroids and pictures/ travel/ vehicles/ cleaning/ eyebrows and large eyes/ expressive/ hands/ ruby ring/ blue phone/ schizophrenic/ kidney issues/ water bodies / beautiful smiles/phD

Pile 2

The best friends, this person will be your closest friend and want to share everything with you. Even now the cards flew out dramatically. Strong Gemini and Aquarius darlings vibe here. They’re probably great at planning things out, really stepping back and analyzing the situation and don’t get easily swayed by people’s opinion. Someone who thrives when they work alone and are extremely content with themselves and by themselves. They do not need the validation of other people. However, this person attracts the attention of many other people, to which they remain oblivious. They’re probably extremely gentlemanly and polite, and very very good looking. This is my Capricorn, taurus and virgo darlings pile I’m assuming, even the occasional cancer and scorpio.

They’re romantic and altruistic, finding beauty in everything. They may compose poems and are very very philanthropic. They may be extremely regal and have extremely wonderful luck in life, and the perfect balance between traditional and forward thinking (just enough for you), so I’m also seeing many of my Aquarius babies here again. They may be perceived as a bit odd by people, they’re super enigmatic and tend to sometimes get lost in their own world. They have a very close tight-knit circle of friends, however they’re still the type of person who would just wander about all alone with a camera in a foreign city looking for inspiration. Kind of a maverick kind of feeling.

In their past, they have been through a lot of pressure and critique. They have an extremely stressful job, where both their friends and family have time and time again, knowingly or unknowingly pressured and burdened them. They have a lot of people who are jealous of them, but a lot of people who may love them too. They may be someone who is quite famous in their respective field and is looked up to. They have over the years, healed from this. They have learned to overlook things that no longer serve them and have moved ahead, but sometimes they can become increasingly insecure and conscious of themselves. They’re very intuitive and travel a lot for work.

Random key words for the pile-

Champagne / roses/ cocktails/ red/ skincare/ insomnia/ dream/ toothbrush/ pink/ brush, gardening/ farming/pajamas/ bingo/ lottery/ airplanes/ cramps/ pillows and blankets/ river seine/ France / moon/ renaissance / Florence/ fountains

Pile 3

The older learned spouse pile. This spouse is likely older than you, and they’ll guide you through your life’s issues. They’re extremely quite and introspective, however they’re extremely sure of themselves. They are extremely magnetic, think scorpio and Aquarius babies, even my pisces and taurus babies actually. They may be extremely skilled at a variety of things, very classically ‘gentlemanly again’. (wow similar to pile 2? Maybe check it out). They’re a very masculine energy, a quite and grounded one. They’re extremely spiritual and might enjoy hiking. Also this person is alarmingly organized in their life and values a systematic approach to things.

They might be a very picky eater, and like their things a certain way. They hate people touching their stuff without their permission (cancer, virgo and taurus darlings here?). They love and invest in good quality technology a lot. They might be into real estate too, especially luxury housing. They aren’t big drinkers, more of a social drinker of sort. They usually oversee business and don’t actually engage in work themselves. They’re very calculative and love observing people, they want to figure people out from the inside out. They may have a close friend’s circle and may be super hesitant to let other people into their circle due to the strong sense of fraternity or trust they place in close friends. They may have ego tussles with their fathers. They may be a single child and extremely possessive as a person. Very straight forward and often cut people in conversations. They may journal a lot and read a lot. I’m also getting the fact that their family may be into engineering.

They may come from a traditional family background, and may live away from your native place. They may enjoy more solitary activities and are not the biggest party animals. They may enjoy sailing or fishing as a sport. I’m getting very old money rich vibes from your person. Their family may be powerful and famous, and they themselves know the value of money. They probably had a very strict and regimented upbringing, so at firs they may come off as stiff, rude and uninterested to people, but its probably their manners and upbringing. They may love to discuss subjects politics, philosophy and religion once you get close to them, but when you’re new, you’re probably talking about the weather and the stocks.

Keywords for this pile-

compass/ keyboard/veil/confession/church/snow/egypt/pyramids/history/anthroplogy/greek/latin/brown leather journal/infinity/black shoes/ baked beans/ chef’s hat/ DIY/ blue coaches/ crown/ ties/ Mercedes/golf

Pile 4-

My socialite spouse pile. Your spouse is someone who definitely loves to work hard and play harder. They’re the person that everyone wants to be, or they want to be with him. These are my Aries, Leos and Gemini babies. They may be someone whose headstrong and fights for what they believe in. Master diplomat really, they know what to say and when to say, and more importantly how to say it. They have everyone wrapped around their fingers, not because they’re manipulative or something, but because as soon as you meet them, you’ll see what a wonderful and lovable person they are. I see something about their eyes being an open book here.

They might’ve had a lot of troubles and failures in the past, and lots of regrets about things they could have done differently. They experienced a setback and they really thought it was game over for them, maybe a situation didn’t give them the desired results? They blamed themselves for it. But with time they forgave themselves and moved ahead. They cut out all the physical and mental blockages and restraints holding them back, to truly manifest a life they desire and deserve. They could’ve had a 180’ turn in life and really changed for the better. You know those people who are always doing something? Saving the turtles, or building houses, or something ludicrous that the general person wouldn’t in their free time? Thats them. You’ll often see them rushing from one appointment to another, from one friend’s party to another, and so on and so forth. They really brighten up the room whenever they enter it, and people crave it. They’re super adaptable and really get along with anyone, so expect to talk politics and terrorism one day to discussing who your favorite power ranger is the next. They’re financially stable, and are totally the type to pay a hundred dollars more for sustainably sourced goods. They’re super forward thinking and emotional. They will console you when something or anything goes wrong, and you would have never felt better. They’re the type to give up on work if you catch the flu, and nurse you back to health. They’ll really be your angel and help you figure out what you want and what you don’t, because they’ve done it before and know exactly how it feels. They’re also insanely creative and always sprouting new ideas. They may write a blog or even publish novels, especially for children, with those deep metaphors. Think Dr. Seus but a little calmer. They may be great with children and have a youthful personality themselves.

Random keywords for pile 4-

bookshops/ babies/ diapers/purple/ swimming/ drowning/ Netherlands/ Russia/ scultpures/ retro/ women/ cocker spaniel/ jewish/ apron/ sailing/ olives/ white flowers/ green/ scissors/ daisy dukes/ fun socks/ remotes/ tea/ air freshner/ candles/ forks/ titanic

#tarot game #tarot pac #pick a card #tarot pick a card #tarot readings #tarot fs #tarot pick a pile

[somedaylazysomeday]

Cold

Loki x fem!reader. My homage to the 2012 'Loki lives in Avengers Tower' type of fics.

Rating: NC-17, mature, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, explicit sexual activity, dominant Loki, temperature play, elements of monsterfucking, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie

Avengers Tower was an interesting place to live in the years following the alien attack on New York City. Despite the name, almost none of the Avengers permanently lived there. Tony Stark had his company to run, and did most of that from his home in southern California. Steve Rogers was in Washington, D.C. more often than not. If Thor was on Earth, he tended to travel around with a group of astrophysicists. Doctor Banner had chosen to continue his philanthropic work in remote areas of the world, interspersed with weeks spent working in Stark laboratories. As for Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, no one asked where they spent their time. Everyone knew better.

That wasn’t to say that the members of the superhero team never visited. It wasn’t uncommon for one or several to be in residence for a few days to a few weeks. However, all of them had come to the Tower for tonight’s celebration.

It was an elegant, well-planned event. The press area was small and contained, allowing anyone to either visit or keep their privacy as they chose. Waitstaff circled the room with platters of delectable hors d’oeuvres, and the bar was well-stocked and lively.

As far as you could tell, there were only two things wrong with the evening.

First, your date - a security officer named Grives who bore a passing resemblance to a brunette Thor - was much less amusing than you had hoped. To his credit, Grives was sweet and hard-working on a normal basis, but you hadn’t realized until this party that he was extremely fond of alcohol.

The second problem was that the space between your shoulder blades was itching.

Trying to ignore the sensation of someone watching you, you towed Grives over to a small table so you could set your glass down and adjust the strap of your shoe. It was always coming loose, and if you leaned on Grives, there was every chance that you would both fall.

“What’re you doing?” Grives asked blearily, staring into his glass like he was looking for a hole in the bottom.

“Fixing my shoe,” you replied inanely. “When I’m done, do you want to dance?”

“Sure, sure,” Grives agreed. “Just need to stop by the bar one more time.”

“You’re already on a first-name basis with the bartender,” you pointed out, wondering for a moment if Grives was, in fact, his first name. “Trying to become blood brothers by the time the party ends?”

Grives frowned as he puzzled over your comment. You just shook your head at him, bracing yourself for yet another few minutes spent standing next to the bar as Grives painstakingly chose his next beverage.

When you straightened back up, you had to bite back a shriek. Loki was standing directly in front of you, so close that you could stare into his glinting eyes.

While the Avengers weren’t permanent residents of the Tower, Loki was.

He had been taken back to Asgard after the attack, but had been banished almost immediately. Despite the grumbling about having to take care of Asgard’s mistakes, Stark had allowed the trickster god to be imprisoned in the Tower. After a year or so, Stark had decided to put Loki to work. Everyone had been pleasantly surprised by his effectiveness.

Now, three years after the attack, Loki was allowed to freely roam the Tower. It had taken some time for people to stop being jumpy about him, but now, Loki was accepted among the other residents to a degree that was almost comical. Other than an occasional off-color remark about alien life, battles he had taken part in, or an event that had happened eons ago and was known only through myth, Loki had assimilated admirably.

In fact, he had even taken an interest in getting to know a particular human on a more… intimate level.

And it just so happened that you were that human.

“Thank goodness I found you,” Loki said, voice sincere despite the mocking that played over his expression. “Someone has fallen ill. You must accompany me. My apologies, mortal.”

That last comment had been tossed over your shoulder at Grives as Loki towed you away. The last you saw of your date was his slow blinking as he tried to make sense of what Loki had said.

You went along with the charade as far as the elevators, well out of sight of Grives, before you pulled your arm out of Loki’s grip. “Loki, I’m not a doctor. I’m a virologist.”

“As I well know,” he assured you. “Though I doubt your date could even pronounce the title.”

It had been your job that first drew Loki’s attention several months before: “What do the ‘heroes’ need with a virologist?”

You had ignored the sarcasm in his voice and answered his question. “Too many sci-fi movies. Stark thinks the next attack might be something more creative than an outright attack. I’m here in case they try the biological warfare route.”

“Come,” Loki said, pressing the button that called the elevator to this level. “We have much more entertaining places to be.”

Loki had accepted your explanation of your position at Avengers Tower, but came back regularly to harrass you more. You hadn’t let him intimidate you, and he clearly found it something of a challenge to his status as the most feared person in the Tower. You had eventually come to a truce - but you weren’t friends. Not at all.

You just slept together.

It wasn’t the most professional thing you had ever done… Hell, even you were uncomfortable with the morals of it if you took too long to think about it, but it was essentially harmless. You were scratching an itch together, taking care of a biological urge with another willing participant. There were worse things, even if one of the participants in question had once tried to take over the world.

Loki’s apartment was on one of the higher levels. It had been for security reasons at first, but after he had earned more freedom, no one had bothered to move him. You glanced around the familiar area as he let you in. He had tried to keep it sterile and anonymous, a blank slate that no one could use to gain information about him. That hadn’t lasted long.

A gnarled root sat on a shelf, along with a barnacle-crusted piece of shell. A small plant was beside both of them. From the golden leaves, you guessed it was native to Asgard. Books dominated the rest of the space, though the desk was covered with pages holding notes in a language you couldn’t read. Loki liked to surround himself with things that made him think. It was oddly sweet.

And then his hands crept around you, creating a direct path to your breasts and you weren’t thinking about Loki’s sweetness anymore.

Still, you were a little miffed at his sense of timing.

“Did you seriously pull me away from a party for this?” you asked.

His hands paused so briefly it was almost imperceptible. “Oh, I am sorry. Did I deprive you of your security guard’s fascinating company?”

“He- He’s not that bad,” you defended haltingly.

Loki’s laugh was derisive and cutting. “Yes, that is what I search for in a companion. Not intelligence, witty repartee, or an attractive bearing. I like them ‘not bad’.”

Your face burned at his mocking tone. “Well, I’m sorry my choice of potential partner offended you so deeply.”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as you quickly realized when his hands tightened so quickly that he pinched you in a distinctly unsexy way. He pulled away when you hissed, weaving a tight circle around you so he could stare down into your face.

“Potential partner? Meaning that oaf? Surely you jest.”

You shrugged. “Pickings are a little slim around the Tower, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Now the offense rolled openly across Loki’s face as he gestured at himself. “You already have a far superior option. Why settle for so much less?”

“Uh, I don’t know… maybe I have hopes of actually having a future with him?” you asked dryly.

Loki’s dark brows furrowed and his jaw tensed. Alarms sounded in your head. That was Loki’s ‘determined’ face. It never boded well for anyone who saw it, and you weren’t an exception to that rule.

You were stepping back before he could fully lose his temper, holding up your hands in apology. “Hang on a second, that’s not what I meant-”

Despite the steps you had taken away from him, Loki was back in your face a moment later. One of his hands sank in your hair, wrenching your head back to hold you still while he took full control of your mouth. Your explanation died before you could fully offer it. Your mind was far more concerned with accepting and returning his kiss, letting your hands wander across his body, and - distantly - breathing.

When he finally pulled away, all you could do was gasp while you stared up at him. He looked as cool and unaffected as he ever had.

“Tell me, then,” Loki started, voice silky. “Do you avoid considering a future with me because of my past sins? Or is something more profound?”

“Pr- Profound?” you repeated, stammering a bit in your dazed state.

“Yes, I am a frost giant in disguise,” Loki explained. “Perhaps you are less tolerant than I believed you to be. Do I frighten you?”

As he asked that question, he dropped his normal appearance. Instead of looking like the Loki you were used to seeing, he was fully in his frost giant form, stooped over to fit in the room. You knew that was Loki’s true body, of course. The news of his parentage had been in his personnel file, listed as a warning in case he ever attacked, but also as a warning not to bring up the subject. He was said to be incredibly sensitive about his background.

You watched, wide-eyed, as frost giant Loki circled around behind you. You shrieked as you felt a clawlike hand tear through the back of your dress, missing your skin by the breadth of a hair.

As the ripped silk of your dress peeled away from your body like a shed skin, Loki came back into view, looking thoughtful as he changed back into his human form. “So that is it. You fear my frost giant background.”

You swallowed hard as you shook your head. “That’s not-”

“But perhaps we can get more specific with this,” Loki mused, clearly not listening to you. “What is it about my true shape that you find so objectionable? My teeth?”

As he asked the question, Loki’s teeth sharpened in his mouth. When he smiled, he flashed fangs at you, but you let him kiss you without protest. It was a trick to slip your tongue past those teeth without getting cut, but you managed.

“Or maybe it’s my skin,” Loki hypothesized.

You looked down, admiring the contrast of his now deep-blue skin against yours. One of his hands traveled down your throat - stopping briefly to wrap in a loose but threatening grip - to play absently with your nipple. The other hand slid down your lower belly, its destination unmistakable.

When those fingers met your folds, you breathed out a shaky breath and Loki shook his head. “Tolerant thus far. Perhaps your true fear is temperature.”

In a moment, the fingers at your breast went back to his human color, but they felt like an icy clamp. You would have moved away if you hadn’t been concentrating so hard on the sensation of his fingers between your legs.

You made a strangled sound as he brushed your clit with those cool fingers. Realistically, you knew that he wasn’t actually that cold. His skin was quite a bit cooler than the human average, but it wasn’t like he turned into literal ice. Your cunt refused to believe that, though.

Loki paused at the noise you let out. Your hands shot down to grab his wrist - to pull it away or urge him to keep going, you weren’t sure - but he didn’t move. Studying your face intently, Loki pressed a finger to your entrance.

“You’re soaked, darling,” he crooned and all you could do was nod. You weren’t actually sure why this had hit you so hard, but your body was desperate for him to continue.

Slowly, he eased two fingers inside of you, meeting almost no resistance. The feeling of his cool skin sinking into your heat made you stagger. Loki caught you easily, hoisting you up one-handed and carrying you to his bedroom without removing his fingers from the clutching heart of you.

As he crossed the room to his bed, you buried your face in his neck and whimpered at the shifting of his fingers. You kept expecting them to warm at least a little, heating to a temperature closer to yours, but they did no such thing.

“Easy,” Loki soothed. “I’ll take good care of you.”

And as long as by ‘take care of’, he meant ‘fuck stupid’, you were fine with that.

To your surprise, Loki sat on his bed, arranging you in his arms so that your knees rested on either side of his hips. As you stared down at him, the golden shimmer of his magic ran over him, leaving him as bare as you were.

His cock stood at attention between your thighs, jutting upward as if it were begging for your attention. This was far more familiar than the rest of the evening had been - even if it was fairly rare for Loki to let you have control of the situation - and you held him still as you sank down on his length.

The noises spilling from your mouth were loud and shocked, only increasing in volume as you neared the bottom of his shaft. Loki groaned, then gripped your waist and pushed you down at the same time as he gave a sharp thrust upward. You both gasped together at the feeling.

“You’re so cold,” you murmured shakily. He was stabbing into your depths, and every inch of him was the same temperature that his fingers had been.

Loki swallowed, eyes struggling to focus on you. “You’re always hot around me, darling, but… I feel like you’re about to boil me alive.” You frowned at that, trying to find enough balance to push yourself up and off of him, but he stilled your motion immediately. “I only tell you this so you know why I may not display my typical stamina.”

Considering his ‘typical’ stamina meant lasting until you had fallen to pieces two or three times around him, that might not be so bad.

You started moving on his lap, closing your eyes to focus on the way he felt filling you then drawing back as you lifted yourself on shaking thighs. The friction was delicious, even if you almost expected to see steam hissing out from where his cool flesh was buried in your heat.

Your legs worked fast and faster as you chased that tightening sensation low in your stomach. Suddenly, a new layer of sensation flowed over you and your eyes opened to find that Loki had lowered his mouth to your breasts, along with pressing fingers to your clit on every downstroke.

Without asking permission from your brain, your body built speed even further, slamming down to impale yourself on his cock in an effort to chase the pressure of those cold fingers on your most sensitive place.

Abruptly, your pelvic muscles tensed and Loki groaned. “We don’t have long.”

“I’m- already there,” you whispered, forcing yourself down a final time before your body imploded, gripping his cold hardness. Loki’s fingers tightened on your waist and he pounded into you before finding his own release. You swore you felt jets of chill emptying into you before you were left panting together, your overheated body cooling where it was cradled against him.

When he finally withdrew from you, your body felt empty and too terribly warm without him. Loki’s skin warmed to a normal temperature as you caught your breath, and you glanced up at him.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” you said. “In case you couldn’t tell, I didn’t mind.”

The corners of Loki’s mouth twitched upward. “I believe I did notice. But I also must apologize. It was unfair of me to make such accusations when I am the one who struggles with my true form.”

“You have nothing to be worried about,” you reassured him. “You’re amazing in any shape, no matter what color or temperature you are.”

Loki hummed at that, frowning. “So amazing that you would rather spend time with a human you despise than ask me to accompany you? So amazing that you cannot imagine a future that includes me?”

You had to sit up at that one, groaning at the soreness already setting into your muscles. “Loki, I can’t picture a future with you because you’re an immortal god, not because I don’t like hanging out with you. Besides, you can’t even stand me. Why would I force you to spend even more time around me?”

Loki scoffed. “Do you truly believe I would continue being around you if I did not enjoy your company? I am well able to find other humans, you know.”

“There’s that royal ego,” you said with a laugh.

“That is not ego, just honesty,” Loki told you, tilting his chin haughtily. But you could see the laughter sparkling behind his eyes.

“Fine, next time, I’ll ask you to be my date,” you offered. “Deal?”

Loki’s eyes traveled over your body, seeming to savor the sight. “As long as we both acknowledge our likelihood of ending up in this exact situation, it most certainly is a deal.”

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