#charming virtuoso

[meilia-stims]

Charming Virtuoso (Cookie Run Kingdom) stimboard

🎻 💛 🎻

💛 🎻 💛

🎻 💛 🎻

#stimboard #stim #meilia’s stimboards #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run stimboard #gold stim #cookie run kingdom stim #cookie run costume #crk costume #cr kingdom #charming virtuoso #mint choco cookie #Christmas #christmas stim

[isoldio]

I HAVE 100 RAINBOW CRYSTALS what costume do i get!!! i cant pick!!!

#either fatally sweet night out or golden star guest or charming virtuoso. maybe classy cerimonial suit #HELP ME PICK !!!!

[basset-babe]

five times: the one point five.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

warnings: none but gossip yet again

word count: 2.9k+

a/n: please do send me a message or comment down if you would like to be added on the succeeding taglists for the five times series! here is 1.5 times with ben. enjoy! thanks loves <3! (also, pls do imagine ben holding a graft rose for this one heh)

five times series: the first. the one point five. the second. the third. the fourth. at last. text divider from @heavenlayt and pattern banner from @cafekitsune thank you!

the one point five time.

In the hours of sunlight, callers have flooded the Y/L/N drawing room. All bringing gifts and performances in hopes to win the favourable yes of the season's paragon, Miss Y/N Y/L/N. The grand parlor, adorned with exquisite tapestries and sparkling chandeliers, buzzed with the lively hum of conversations and the tinkling laughter of society’s elite. Lavish bouquets of rare, fragrant flowers filled the room, their heady scent mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed tea and delectable pastries arrayed on silver platters.

Gentlemen, dressed in their finest attire, lined up to present their offerings to Miss Y/L/N, each one more extravagant than the last. Some brought intricate jewelry, glittering with precious stones, while others offered rare books, hoping to appeal to her reputed love of literature. Musicians performed virtuoso pieces on the grand piano, their fingers dancing over the keys in a bid to capture her attention through the power of melody. Poets recited verses composed in her honor, their words dripping with adoration and longing.

Miss Y/L/N, the epitome of grace and poise, received each suitor with a warm smile and a gracious word. Her eyes, sparkling with intelligence and kindness, moved across the room, acknowledging the efforts and intentions of each visitor. Her charm was such that even a simple nod or a softly spoken thank you felt like a cherished treasure to the eager suitors.

The hour had struck past 1 in the afternoon when, hopefully, the last caller of the day had bid his farewells. The Y/L/N drawing room, which had been a whirlwind of activity, now began to settle into a quieter, more contemplative atmosphere. The sunlight streaming through the large windows cast a bright hue over the room, highlighting the opulent furnishings and the array of gifts that had been presented to Miss Y/N Y/L/N throughout the morning.

Servants moved gracefully, clearing away the remnants of the lavish spread of refreshments while ensuring that every detail of the room remained immaculate. The air was still fragrant with the scent of roses, lilies, and other exotic flowers that had been brought by admirers, creating a heady, almost intoxicating environment.

"As much as I do love botanicals, all these flowers have turned obnoxious to my senses, Grandmama," Y/N sighed, feeling the urge to slouch on the couch. Her frame was poised elegantly despite her weariness, a testament to her upbringing and the endless etiquette lessons she had endured.

Her grandmother, the Viscountess Y/L/N, reentered the room with a look of satisfaction mixed with maternal concern. "My dear," she said softly, "you have conducted yourself admirably. The attention you have garnered is truly remarkable, but alas, this be the trials of being the season's paragon," she said with jest. "A small price to pay for such adoration and the opportunities it presents."

Y/N allowed herself a small, rueful smile. "It has been a most eventful day. I do hope I have shown the proper appreciation to each caller." She gently plucked a stray petal from her gown, its soft texture a stark contrast to her current mood.

"Rest assured, my dear, that this too shall pass," her grandmother replied soothingly. "Soon, you will look back on these days with fondness, perhaps even in laughter."

Y/N nodded, though she wasn't entirely convinced. She admired her grandmother's ability to see the positive in any situation. Lady Y/L/N had once been the toast of her own social season, and her wisdom was hard-earned through years of navigating similar waters.

"Would it be terribly improper to open a window, Grandmama?" Y/N asked, her eyes drifting towards the heavy drapes that concealed the afternoon breeze. "I believe a bit of fresh air might revive my spirits."

The Viscountess chuckled softly. "Not at all, my dear. In fact, I think it would do us both good." She motioned to a nearby maid, who quickly moved to pull back the drapes and open the window, allowing a refreshing breeze to sweep into the room. The cool air carried with it the scents of the garden outside, a welcome contrast to the overwhelming floral arrangements within.

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling instantly more at ease. "Thank you, Grandmama. That is much better."

"Now, my dear," Mrs. Y/L/N said, her tone becoming more serious, "while you have a moment of peace, tell me—was there any caller today who truly caught your eye?"

Y/N considered the question carefully. There had been many suitors, each with their own merits. Some had been charming, others earnest, and a few rather boastful. But it was not that she minded all these suitors; it was who she looked forward to that truly occupied her thoughts. It had been this Bridgerton man she'd hoped would be calling on her the entire morning. Unfortunately, he had not been seen yet in this drawing room.

"Y/N, my dear, are you still with us?" Lady Y/L/N's gentle voice broke through her reverie.

"Yes, Grandmama," Y/N replied, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "I was merely thinking."

"About anyone in particular?" her grandmother inquired with a knowing smile.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then decided there was no point in hiding her thoughts from her perceptive grandmother. "To be quite honest, I was hoping to see Mr. Bridgerton today.. well as of this morn," she admitted. "I fear he may have been otherwise engaged."

"Ah, Mr. Bridgerton," Lady Y/L/N said thoughtfully. "A fine young man, from a respected family. It is no wonder you look forward to his call. Perhaps he will still make an appearance."

Y/N nodded, though she knew the likelihood was slim as the noon wore on. She took another deep breath of the fresh air now circulating through the room, trying to shake off her disappointment. The season was long, and there would be other opportunities to see him again.

"There was Sir Nicholas Deveraeux. He was quite charming," Y/N remarked.

"He comes from a good family as well, but I've heard his uncle," Her grandmother leaned in conspiratorially, "envies the crown."

Y/N laughed at the Viscountess' antics. "Grandmama, that's quite scandalous. Wherever did you hear such a thing?" Y/N laughed.

"Deborah told me," her grandmother said, motioning to her maid. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the notion of her grandmama indulging in gossip. "But I must tell you, I keep my options open still," she stated matter-of-factly, regaining my composure.

"Even though you are clearly captivated by Mr. Bridgerton's smile," Her grandmother teased. "It is wise to keep your options open, my dear, so as not to appear too eager for any one gentleman's attentions."

"Indeed," Y/N thought to herself, "it is prudent not to seem desperate and helpless this early in the season. After all, the season is just beginning, and there will be many more opportunities for maybe much more meaningful encounters."

The older woman patted the young lady's hand reassuringly. "You are a clever girl, my Y/N. Your charm and grace will surely attract many suitors. Just remember to enjoy the process and not to place all your hopes on one gentleman, no matter how enchanting his smile may be."

Y/N nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. The season was an adventure, and she was ready to embrace it with an open heart and mind. As her grandmama said, there would be many chances to find the right match, and she intends to savor every moment.

Just as she was about to resign herself to the wait, a soft knock sounded at the drawing room door. Both Y/N and her grandmother turned their heads in surprise as the butler entered.

"Forgive the interruption, ma'am," he said with a slight bow. "But there is one more caller who has just arrived."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as the butler stepped aside, revealing none other than Mr. Bridgerton himself. He stood at the threshold, his confident demeanor softened by a warm, sincere smile.

"Good afternoon, Lady Y/L/N, Miss Y/L/N," he greeted them, bowing respectfully. "I apologize for my tardiness. I hope I am not intruding."

Lady Y/L/N's eyes twinkled with amusement as she replied, "Not at all, Mr. Bridgerton. We are delighted to see you."

Y/N felt her spirits lift instantly, her earlier fatigue forgotten. "Indeed, Mr. Bridgerton," she said, her smile reflecting the genuine pleasure she felt. "Your timing is impeccable."

Mr. Bridgerton's eyes met hers, and for a moment, it felt as though they were the only two people in the room. "I am glad to hear that, Miss Y/L/N," he said. "I have been looking forward to our meeting."

As he stepped further into the room, bringing with him an air of warmth and possibility, Y/N knew that this visit was just the beginning. The season held many uncertainties, but in that moment, with Mr. Bridgerton's presence brightening the drawing room, she felt a renewed sense of hope and excitement for what was to come.

He walked closer, offering his wrapped gift with a warm smile. "I know of your love of botanicals. Although, I wasn't sure what to get, but I opted for a grafted Rosa Falstaff from our estate's own gardens."

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise and delight as she reached out to accept the potted rose. "A Rosa Falstaff? From your family's gardens?" she exclaimed, her fingers gently tracing the leaves and delicate blooms.

"Yes," Benedict nodded, his gaze softening as he watched her reaction. "I thought it would be a fitting addition to your collection, considering your fondness for floriculture."

"Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton. This is truly truly thoughtful of you." Y/N's eyes lit up as she accepted the graft, appreciating the gesture.

Mr. Bridgerton smiled, a hint of relief and pleasure in his eyes. "I'm glad you like them, Miss Y/L/N. I thought something from home might be more personal and meaningful than the usual offerings."

Mrs. Y/L/N, observing the interaction with a pleased expression, decided to give the young couple some space. "If you'll excuse me, I have some correspondence to attend to," she said, rising gracefully. "Please, Mr. Bridgerton, make yourself comfortable."

As her grandmother left the room, Y/N gestured for Mr. Bridgerton to sit beside her on the elegant settee. "It's so refreshing to receive something so genuine," she said, placing the graft gently on the table beside them. "Tell me more about your estate's gardens. They must be quite beautiful."

Mr. Bridgerton settled into the seat, his expression brightening as he began to speak. "Our gardens are indeed a sight to behold, especially in the spring. We have a variety of flowers, from different roses to lavender, and even some more exotic species like that which my mother is particularly fond of. Each section of the garden has its own unique charm and character."

Y/N listened intently, her interest piqued not just by the subject but by the way he spoke with such genuine affection for his home. "It sounds enchanting," she said. "I would love to see it someday."

He smiled, clearly pleased by her response. "I would be honored to show you around Aubrey Hall, Miss Y/L/N. Perhaps you could offer some advice on expanding our collection of botanicals."

"I would be delighted," Y/N replied, her smile matching his. "There are always new species to discover and cultivate. It would be a pleasure to share that with someone who appreciates it as much as I do."

As they continued to talk, the conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on various topics of mutual interest. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them engrossed in their exchange. The connection they felt was palpable, a promising hint of what could be a deep and meaningful relationship.

The noon sun cast a golden glow through the open window, bathing them in warm light. It was as if the world outside had conspired to create the perfect moment, one that Y/N would cherish as the beginning of something truly special.

"Why not a change of scenery, Miss Y/N? May I enchant you to a walk with me this afternoon?" Mr. Bridgerton asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/N felt a flutter of excitement at his proposal, though very different from norm indeed. The thought of a leisurely walk, away from the confines of the drawing room and amidst the fresh air and beauty of the outdoors, was undeniably appealing. She glanced at her grandmother, who had discreetly lingered near the doorway.

Mrs. Y/L/N, catching her granddaughter's hopeful expression, gave a subtle nod of approval. "I think that sounds like a splendid idea, Mr. Bridgerton," she said. "A bit of fresh air through my garden will do you both good."

"Thank you, Grandmama," Y/N replied, her smile widening. She turned back to Mr. Bridgerton, her eyes meeting his with a mix of excitement and gratitude. "I would be delighted to join you for a walk."

Mr. Bridgerton offered his arm, which Y/N took with a graceful nod. Together, they made their way out of the drawing room and through the grand halls of the Y/L/N residence. The household staff, now accustomed to the comings and goings of numerous callers, discreetly stepped aside, offering polite smiles as the pair passed.

As they stepped out into the sunlight, the warmth of the afternoon embraced them. The gardens of the Y/L/N estate stretched out before them, a riot of color and fragrance that promised a delightful stroll. Birds chirped melodiously, adding a charming soundtrack to their walk.

"Your gardens are truly beautiful, Miss Y/L/N," Mr. Bridgerton remarked as they began their promenade. "It's easy to see where your love for botanicals comes from."

"Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton," Y/N replied, her gaze sweeping over the well-tended flower beds and neatly trimmed hedges. "I find great joy in spending time here. There's something so peaceful about being surrounded by nature."

They walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, taking in the beauty around them. Y/N's lady's maid chaperoning behind. The gravel path crunched softly underfoot, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead.

"I must admit," Mr. Bridgerton said, breaking the silence, "I was quite nervous about coming here today. I wasn't sure if my gift would be well-received."

Y/N looked up at him, surprised. "You needn't have worried," she assured him. "Your gift was one of the most endearing ones I have received. It speaks volumes about your character and your genuine interest. Quite a change in the morn's most fragrant bouquets. All exquisite but a tad bit too much on my senses." I gestured towards my nose.

He smiled, clearly relieved. "I'm glad to hear that, Miss Y/L/N. I hoped to make a meaningful impression."

"You certainly have," she replied warmly. "And now, here we are, enjoying a lovely walk together. It seems your efforts have been rewarded."

As they continued their walk, their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on topics both serious and lighthearted. They shared stories, laughed together, and discovered common interests. The connection between them grew stronger with each passing moment, the bond of friendship and potential courtship becoming more tangible.

"So, do tell me more about you, Mr. Bridgerton."

"Do call me Benedict, if you please. Provided, of course, that you feel comfortable and we are beyond the earshot of your lady's maid." his eyebrows raise in suggestive jest.

Y/N chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Very well, Benedict. You may address me by Y/N as well."

Benedict smiled, clearly pleased by her informal, now more familiar, address. "My days are usually spent at home, but sometimes, I spend my time in my art studio at the academy."

"Yes, you've mentioned of yourself an artist, I remember." Y/N remarked, intrigued. "That is fascinating. What sort of art do you create?"

Benedict's face lit up with enthusiasm as he began to describe his passion. "I work primarily with oils on canvas, though I do enjoy sketching as well. There's something incredibly satisfying about capturing a moment or a feeling in a piece of art. It’s a way to express myself that words sometimes fail to achieve."

Y/N listened intently, her admiration growing. "I would love to see your work someday. It must be wonderful to have such a creative outlet."

"It is," Benedict agreed, a note of pride in his voice. "And I would be honored to show you my studio and some of my pieces. Perhaps I could even paint your portrait, if you would allow me."

Y/N blushed at the thought, a mixture of shyness and excitement. "I would be delighted, Benedict. Though I must warn you, I may not be the most patient of sitters."

Benedict laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I’m sure we would manage just fine. And who knows, you might find the experience enjoyable."

"I look forward to it," Y/N said, her smile reflecting her genuine interest. "But tell me more about your family. I have heard much about the Bridgertons, but I would love to hear it from your perspective."

Benedict's expression softened as he spoke of his family. "We are a large, close-knit group. There are eight of us siblings, and we were all raised with a strong sense of duty and love seeing my late father and mother attend to our household. My mother, Violet, is the heart of our family. She has always encouraged us to pursue our passions and support each other."

"That sounds wonderful," Y/N said, touched by his words. "Family is so important. I imagine it must be lively with so many siblings."

"It certainly is," Benedict replied with a grin. "There is never a dull moment at Bridgerton House. We have our share of disagreements, of course, but we always come together in the end. All the laughter and camaraderie make it worthwhile."

Y/N felt a warm connection forming between them, their shared values and interests creating a bond that felt both natural and exciting. "I would love to meet them all someday, even so now that your brother has found himself a wife. Such exciting things!" she said.

"And they would be delighted to meet you," Benedict assured her. "I can already tell that you would fit right in."

"He thinks of me as someone who would fit with his family? I could feel my heart flutter," Y/N thought, the realization sending a warm, thrilling sensation through her.

As they continued their conversation, the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the garden. The hours had slipped away unnoticed, a testament to the ease and enjoyment they found in each other's company.

Eventually the day had struck shy of 3 at afternoon and they made their way back to the main house, the promise of future meetings and shared experiences hanging in the air. As they reached the steps, Benedict turned to Y/N, his expression earnest and hopeful.

"Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, Y/N," he said. "I look forward to our next meeting."

"As do I, Benedict," Y/N replied, her heart full of anticipation. "Until then."

With a final, warm smile, Benedict took his leave, leaving Y/N with a sense of happiness and a fluttering hope for the future. The day had been more than she could have imagined, and she felt a deep sense of gratitude for the connection they had begun to forge.

taglist: @novausstuff @pussyslayerhd @amoosarte

#benedict bridgerton x you #bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #x reader #fem reader #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton fic #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton/reader #fic #bridgerton fic #benedict bridgerton oneshot #fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x y/n

[d0enti]

Genshin impact—“I love you endlessly”

➵Summary:Reader finds out Lyney is with the Fatui

➵Warning:mention of dead

➵A/N:since I got Lyney so I had to write something for him

You and Lyney were partners for 5 months the full city knew about that and Lyney made it obvious you two were dating, he would always give you rainbow roses, call you "Mon ange" he also would give you a free v.i.p Lynette and Freminet knew you very well because Lyney always talking about you, this happened on one of his shows. Lynette and Lyney were performing and Lyney made his hat float in the air, he then hit the top of it and cards fell from it he walked around it and kept pating the hat and cards were falling out when he stopped he put his hat back on and a dove came out of it flying away, then he stared doing more cards tricks he made 5 cards appear and they fell then he made 5 more and let go of them smiling and he spoke again with his charming voice

"But this isn't what you came for"

"These little tricks? You've seen them before"

He wasn't lying, you all seen these tricks before and you especially since you always watched his rehearsals after you started dating, you kept listening to you lovers voice his calming voice

"So it's time for something truly extraordinary"

"Don't you think?"

You and everyone were getting intrigued you didn't know which trick he's gone do and you were interested in the trick he's going to do, the only thing you knew is that Lynette gone be in it since she didn't appear earlier so you kept watching

"this one's a little tricky"

He put his hand together and opened them dove flying out of his hands It flew up to a water tank on which Lynette was sitting on top of it and started waving the crowd was clapping but continued listening to Lyney talking

"Using this water tank, I shall make my sister vanish completely"

"right before your very eyes"

Lynette finished waving and jumped into the tank she did a little twirl to show she's in actual water and waved again, everyone was clapping and so were you you saw this trick already but it still amazed you one way or another

"it's actually quite simple"

"she'll just turn into air bubbles and float right out of the top"

The tank then closed and locked Lynette looked like she was surprised and so were you, you saw this trick multiple times and the tank isn't supposed to lock itself Lynette tried to open the tank and Lyney then noticed that too

"oh no, I told them to check all the props carefully"

Lyney walked towards the tank and Lynette swam down a little bit

"With the lid on, even air can't escape... An amateur magician would be getting very nervous right around now"

Lyney then chuckled and looked at the crowd and made a silly pose that made you laugh inside

"Luckily it's me on stage!. So let me show you what a true virtuoso can do"

Lyney then snapped his fingers and bubbles started showing up in the tank Lynette seems surprised until there's so much bubbles she needs to cover her face, then the only thing you can see in the tank are Lynette clothes everyone starts talking and clapping even the Hydro Archon seems surprised

"Lynette. Are you still there?"

"Don't go too far. We don't wanna use up all our magic"

"Hi, I'm back"

Lynette then starts walking on the stage and everyone is clapping and you are relieved that Lynette was okay and joined the crowd in clapping, after a while the twins bow. Then it was time for the second trick and Lyney needed an assistant that wasn't Lynette he used the number generator and number 75 won the woman walked towards the box with the help of Lyney's assistant, then Lyney explained how the crowd needed to count down and entered the box

୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧

It was time for Lyney to come out of the box so you stood up and looked at the box in the middle of the opera and it worked he came out

"Ta da!"

The light then went towards the other box you were getting excited since you loved that trick the box was about to open until the tank fell onto the box everyone was shocked and so well you, you turned around to look at Lyney and you noticed how he seems to be paralyzed you wanted to run up to him but Neuvillette stops you from doing so you look at the stage and notice it was Lyney's other assistant that died not the girl after Neuvillette left and the others, you ran over to Lyney and hugged him tightly trying to calm him down a little bit and it worked Lyney relaxed but was still scared especially since he knew he's about to be put in trial with his dear sister Lynette

"Lyney are you feeling a little bit better?"

"yeah... yeah can we go somewhere else please?"

"yeah of course let's go behind the stage"

You and Lyney went behind the stage and sat down you were rubbing Lyney's back to calm him down at least a bit more than before, finally he relaxed

୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧

It was the time for the trial you were standing between Lyney and Lynette willing to prove that they did no wrong, you knew they did nothing wrong you could see in Lyney's eyes the fear of what just happened you saw it all you could tell that man is inccocent but will you think like that again after he lied...?

"tell me aren't you and Lynette actually from the House of the Hearth"

"huh?"

"that's irrelevant.Our identities have nothing to do with what happened"

Lyney's voice was breaking, he noticed your reaction, the reaction of betray...

He could tell you were about to cry he already saw the tears

"you honor may I request a break from the trial"

"Permission granted"

Before Lyeny could speak you already left and went to sit on the stairs in the main entrance thinking about what just happened you were confused or maybe angry with him? You honestly don't know, you knew Lyney for a while and felt so special with him he wouldn't lie to you would he? You were honestly confused did he ever love you? Or was it all an illusion created by the magician Lyney?

୨⎯ "With Lyney" ⎯୧

Lyney was sitting behind the stage on a couch crying his eyes out he wanted to tell you he really did he was planning to but he was too late lady Furina already exposed him and he could tell you hated him with a burning passion, after all the Fatui did take away you family from you... while he was crying Lynette was watching she felt bad she knew he loved you a lot so she decided to look for you, she quietly left the backstage and started looking for you for Lyney's dear Mon ange she would only do it for him and you nobody else, nobody else other than her brothers and you matter to her, Lynette was walking towards the main entrance and noticed you sitting on the stairs and walked up to you if she's begin honest she also felt embarrassed about the situation like Lyney, you were her best friend and she didn't tell you either she sat next to you and spoke.

"[Y/N] I know you are mad at me and Lyney I fully understand that, I know we didn't tell you but we had our reasons Lyney loves you and he wanted to tell you he really did"

"then why didn't he tell me? I'm so confused right now since when and why?"

"It's not me who should tell you that please go talk to Lyney he's behind the stage crying his eyes out you will understand everything later on so please go and talk to him before the trial starts again"

And that's what you did you stood up and walked towards the backstage you were still wondering if you were making the right choice do you actually want to go up to Lyney and talk? Or maybe you just want to end your relationship, you are very confused on what to do but you keep walking ready to be met with Lyney still worried what to do will you guys break up or stay together that's something you and Lyney need to talk about eventually you arrive behind the stage and see Lyney crying his eyes out you decided to walk up to him and hug him to make him feel better, Lyney hugged you back and was crying even more

"I'm so sorry mon Ange, I'm really sorry"

"Lyney please tell me why"

"Where should I start I guess I start from that me and Lynette used to be homeless, it was hard for us to get food, from watching outside performances I learned how to do magic and got some money eventually a noble man took me and Lynette in after he saw me and Lynette performed one day when we were returning I didint see Lynette anywhere and I asked the man... he said somebody got a liking to Lynette and send her over to him as a present, he had multiple young girls there and he was gonna hurt them and Lynette when I got there he was already dead, Lynette was saved by Arlecchino as a thank you I joined the Fatui, I swear Mon Ange we not trying to destroy Fontaine we want to help it"

"Alright I get it but why Didn't you tell me before?"

"I wanted to but lady Furina did it before me I'm sorry Mon Ange"

"it's fine, I believe you, now let's get the trial done and prove you are innocent but firstly you need to tell me the full truth"

୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧

You and Lyney won the trial you both were really happy Lyney hugged you and spined you around from Happiness and eventually kissed you on the lips with all his real love

#➵{🌧️}•Angstfic-ღ #➵{🪷}•Flufffic-ღ #genshin impact fanfics #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin lyney #lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #angst to fluff #x reader

[whencyclopedia]

Orpheus

Orpheus is a figure from ancient Greek mythology, most famous for his virtuoso ability in playing the lyre or kithara. His music could charm the wild animals of the forest, and even streams would pause and trees bend a little closer to hear his sublime singing. He was also a renowned poet, travelled with Jason and the Argonauts in search of the Golden Fleece, and even descended into the Underworld of Hades to recover his lost wife Eurydice. Orpheus was seen as the head of a poetic tradition known as Orphism where, according to some scholars, adherents performed certain rituals and composed or read poems, texts, and hymns, which included an alternative view of humanity's origins. Orpheus is widely referenced in all forms of ancient Greek art from pottery to sculpture.

Family

Orpheus had an excellent musical pedigree as his mother was the Muse Calliope and he learnt his great skills from his father the god Apollo, the finest musician of them all. Orpheus' mortal father was generally considered to be King Oeagrus (or Oiagros) of Thrace, where the Greeks believed the lyre also came from. Orpheus' brother was the unfortunate Linos (Linus) of Argos, the inventor of rhythm and melody, and the kithara teacher of Hercules, who was killed by his famous pupil after he over-chastised the hero. Orpheus also passed on his musical skills, notably tutoring King Midas, the mythical king of Phrygia whose touch changed everything into gold. In some myths, Orpheus had a son, Leos who was regarded as the founder of the Athenian Leontids.

Continue reading...

#History #AncientGreece #Apollo #Greece #WHE #[ #]

[biteofcherry]

Quick musing round! How do they like receiving/giving oral with alpha!Ari, mafia!Steve and Dom!Andy?

oh boy 😳 you guys are going for all things horny with your asks 😂 no one's asking about fave drinks, or fruit, or flowers 🤣

fiiiiine, have it your dirty way

Alpha!Ari is a whole primal beefcake, so for him the messier the better; receiving: wants you to try taking him whole and encourages you with praise combined with utter filth, it doesn't have to be a fast rough pace for Ari, but each push he makes sure his sack touches your chin, he makes you choke on his cock and watches tears stream down your face, joining dribbles of drool on your chin, and he definitely makes you swallow every drop; giving: he's wild about it, holding you firmly in place as he ravishes you with open mouthed kisses, tongue dipping in then lapping at your clit mercilessly, he can lash his tongue on your sensitive nub for so long you cry from overstimulation, and if you want him to use fingers you have to beg for it, there's also a bite or ten (on your puffy folds and right over your swollen clit), he goes at it until you go hoarse and then sucks a hickey on your mound or right at the top of your thigh

Mafia!Steve is a charming gentleman, but he's ruthless in his ruling over his crime empire and over you; receiving: just the sight of you on your knees before him gets him going, so he lets you do your sweet licking and kissing and sucking technique all the while praising you, then orders you to touch yourself but don't come as he cups the sides of your face and pushes deep deep in, he takes pauses so you can catch a breath, he's sweet like that, then the last few strokes he keeps shallow with your mouth wide open because he wants to watch his cum pool on your tongue (sometimes he'll make you hold it for a bit before he tells you to swallow); giving: if Steve goes down on you it's a full feast, that sexual act is never a quickie, he'll build you up slowly but so good that a single flick of his tongue on your clit in the right moment sends you over the edge, he likes to use his fingers to spread your folds so he can lick deeper, switches tongue and finger over your clit and in your hole, he goes methodically from tongue alone to one finger to two then three and each time you come harder

Dom!Andy (who got resurrected from the abyss of my dusty memory lol) is a damn virtuoso of all things sexual; receiving: he'll take your mouth however he wishes, sometimes just warming himself in your drool-filling mouth until it starts leaking and splashing on your chest, other times fucking it in deep, steady strokes, he's the one who teaches you how to take him to the root, you're always bound too and can't do anything but to take him anyway, but there's a lot of praise included, and he always makes you thank him for his cum after he comes down your throat; giving: again, you're tied one way or another, if not completely bound to a bed or bench then your wrists are tied to your ankles, or a spreader bar prevents you from closing your legs an inch, Andy uses everything about his mouth as a tool to ruin you - lips kissing, tongue licking and flicking, teeth scraping, he blows air on your engorged clit, he uses his fingers too, slides them inside your pussy, but sometimes will pinch your clit while he drives his tongue into your hole, other times he'll have a finger in your ass while he eats your cunt, again you're supposed to cry out a thank you for every orgasm he gives

#you guys are all dirty and you're corrupting me 😝 #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #alpha!ari levinson #alpha!ari levinson x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female readers #mafia!steve rogers #mafia!steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #dom!andy barber #dom!andy barber x reader #bad moon rising #nesting #ruby garden

[savagewildnerness]

Let’s talk about the Theatre Des Vampires & its potential impact!?!

First Lestat: pretty sure Lestat is a vampire here: he has the eyes, the nails & Armand is watching him. (Why would Armand watch mortal-Lestat? Unless watching Magnus and I’m sure we won’t see Magnus this season.) And that back bend has all the vibes of Lestat describing how as a vampire he can do impossibly graceful dance movements if he so chooses! (To delight and beguile, or so inhuman as to disturb!)

BUT book-Lestat does not theatre once he is a vampire. There’s only that one time that goes horribly wrong. To me, this does not look like it’s going horribly wrong!?! It looks like Lestat is still being “the greatest actor to have ever graced the stage”…??

Book-Lestat is horrified by vampire theatre. Including himself on the stage! He used to love how theatre conveyed something human & true & real. He felt it was a truly *good* think he could do. Being unable to read, human Lestat did a lot of improvised theatre (& Nicki taught him lines for some plays later on) - I’d argue improvisation being the most spontaneous & human theatre can get… so he finds it even moreso repellent how false it is as a vampire.

Compelled to go out on stage, Lestat looks out & sees a grinning skull behind every face. He feels he cannot find the natural, human meaning in words that was so instinctive to him when mortal. In the theatre, Lestat’s love as a mortal, Lestat truly feels what he has lost & will now never be. He could beguile & trick, but instead he intentionally horrifies the audience & himself - I think he does it `s he is so personally horrified and yet as theatre always was, still it must remain a place of truth for him? In the moment, there on stage, he realises his inhumanity and sees himself almost from outside himself as a horrific (though perfectly natural) monster “the mortal world seemed some desperate dream of rationality that in this lush and fetid jungle had not the slightest chance.” He sees himself like a cat or a rat or the evil vampire he is - he is a creature, but he is not human.

Until this point, other than when killing, Lestat has passed himself off easily amongst mortals as one of them. Yet, here on the stage he feels the Monster he is & cannot bear the artifice and the difference to what he once was, what he had the potential to be and what he was on the cusp of becoming. The theatre is like a reminder to him that his human life is over. This is a quality he will later be unable to bear in Nicki’s virtuoso violin skill once he becomes a vampire too. Nicki leans right in to the parody & evil manipulation of skill as opposed to mortal expression of humanity & performing with the devil’s instrument. Nicki finds a purity and truth in that & it’s the antithesis of what Lestat adored from & felt in Nicki’s mortal violin playing. Just as mad-Vampire-Nicki is the antithesis of all Lestat loved & they immediately despise each other (albeit Lestat will never truly not love too.)

Anyway, back to just-turned Lestat: at the same time, it’s Lestat’s *need* to return to the theatre that is really Nicolas’ downfall. Nicki was always fragile, and moreso when Lestat was stolen away. And of course when Armand kidnaps Nicki he is completely mad & unsaveable by then. But he had a small chance at some life... until this visitation to the theatre by Lestat, where Nicolas truly sees for his own eyes that something awful has befallen Lestat & he doesn’t understand it & nobody but him will believe it as they just want to believe Lestat the wondrous benefactor who has gifted them so much money and the theatre and charms everyone still.

This is in my opinion the point of no return for Nicki. He is a mad thing who I don’t think has any way back to sanity and life from here on. Gabrielle recognises it already even where Lestat cannot admit it to himself when she asks Lestat if he'll turn Nicki. At that time Lestat says he is appalled by the idea... but obviously he would have thought on it. Once Lestat showed his vampire self to Nicki, Nicki’s mortal life was done for. He begins drinking to extreme excess & cannot cope with life at... and this is before Armand snatches him.

Now, if the show have Lestat at the theatre for longer & actually using his skills to trick audiences for a while, will the impact this has on (presumably still mortal) Nicki be even deeper? It surely would be given the scenario…? And so will Lestat feel even more guilt o we Nicki’s eventual downfall? I can almost see it in my mind playing out now. Lestat using his vampiric skill to beguile audiences for a time, Nicki grieving increasingly mad & all the other people at the theatre merely adoring Lestat & not wishing to see anything wrong. And maybe even Nicki wanting to believe in moments that all is well? But really, Nicki growing increasingly fragile until, as in the books Armand steals him away. I just feel like something like this might be in the TV show and I feel that it could be an interesting deepening of the emotion (although it would alter Lestat in the theatre a little and the impact of the theatre to Lestat's self… but then, that was Lestat’s thoughts and horror as a new vampire. He feels very differently by the time he becomes a rock star… so…?!)

And this ties in: the recent clips suggest Claudia loves the theatre & Louis hates it. Louis always hated the callousness of the theatre, but Claudia loved it mainly as a clever way to ensnare victims. In the theatre in the book she is immediately in danger. Will this be different feelings here. This older Claudia may initially love the idea of joining the theatre! It may appeal to her nature! But oh, what awaits her…

Anyway: just some train-of-thought ponderings….

Anyone have thoughts on this?

#interview with the vampire #anne rice #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #iwtv lestat #amc interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv amc #nicolas de lenfent #lestat x nicolas #nicki de lenfent #lestat x nicki #louis de pointe du lac #claudia de pointe du lac #claudia de lioncourt #iwtv louis #IWTV nicolas

[dinodontwait]

Some things, you know, are meant to be

Pairing: Choi Vernon x afab!reader

Genre: Office au, Rom-com, fluff, full of fluff

Summary: A workplace comedy that unfolds amidst stapler shenanigans, coffee-stained kisses, and the unexpected melodies of a love story written in the margins of office chaos.

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANSOL!!!!!

Inspired by:

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things, you know, are meant to be

- “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley

The fluorescent lights flickered above my desk as I furiously typed away on my keyboard. Meet deadlines, exceed expectations, that was my mantra. Vernon, the resident laid-back charmer, was stationed at the desk across from mine, seemingly unfazed by the whirlwind of papers around him.

"Hey, Y/N, have you tried this new relaxation technique?" Vernon flashed a grin, waving a stress ball in the air. "It works wonders."

I rolled my eyes, suppressing a smile. "I'll stick to my to-do lists, thanks."

Seungkwan, my best friend at work and partner in crime, shot me a knowing look. "Y/N, you need to loosen up. Look at Vernon here; he's like the office zen master."

I scoffed, glancing at Vernon who was now juggling stress balls effortlessly. "I'm here to work, not join the circus."

Mingyu, the charming office heartthrob, strolled by. "Y/N, you're missing out on all the fun. Vernon's stress ball circus is the highlight of my day."

Ignoring Mingyu's teasing, I turned my attention back to the computer screen. Little did they know, behind my focused facade, there was a secret crush brewing for Vernon – the guy with a grin that could disarm even the most stressed-out soul.

One day, as I meticulously organized my desk, Seungkwan leaned in with a mischievous grin. "You know, Y/N, I heard Vernon is single. Maybe you should consider letting loose a bit?"

I scoffed again, a little too loudly. "I'm not looking for love; I'm looking for a promotion."

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow. "¿Por qué no los dos?"

Our boss, Seungcheol, walked in, eyeing the lively atmosphere. "Can someone explain why there's a stress ball juggling act happening in the middle of a workday?"

Vernon, quick on his feet, quipped, "Just promoting a stress-free environment, boss!"

Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head. "Just get your work done, people."

Little did they know, the real circus was happening inside my head – a swirling mixture of deadlines, spreadsheets, and an unspoken crush on Vernon, the stress ball virtuoso.

Days turned into weeks, and my secret crush on Vernon continued to blossom like an office plant thriving on coffee spills and forgotten snack crumbs. Seungkwan, my ever-curious accomplice, kept pushing me to confess my feelings.

One afternoon, as I reached for a printer jam, Vernon appeared beside me. "Need a hand, Y/N?" he asked with that disarming smile.

"N-no, I'm good," I stammered, my fingers fumbling with the paper tray. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth.

Seungkwan, sensing the tension, waltzed in. "Vernon, have you tried Y/N's favourite stress relief technique? It's called 'awkward small talk.'"

I shot Seungkwan an annoyed look, but Vernon chuckled. "Actually, I'm quite the expert in that field."

As the days went by, Vernon and I continued our friendly banter, oblivious to the silent romantic tension building up. One day, Mingyu, the office heartthrob, decided to play cupid.

"Seungcheol is throwing a little office gathering this Friday. You should come, Y/N," he suggested, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Seungkwan, overhearing the conversation, grinned at me. "A little birdie told me Vernon might be there."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going for Vernon; I'm going for the free snacks."

Friday arrived, and the office was transformed into a makeshift party zone. Soonyoung and Chan, the resident party planners, had outdone themselves. The atmosphere was lively, and mingling was the order of the night.

As I casually hovered near the snack table (as promised), Vernon sidled up. "Hey, Y/N, mind if I join you?"

My heart raced, and my well-rehearsed response escaped me. Seungkwan, ever the opportunist, popped up from behind a potted plant. "This is your chance, Y/N!"

I shot him a death glare, but before I could say anything, Minghao, our boss, took the stage for an impromptu karaoke session. The crowd roared with laughter as Minghao belted out a surprisingly good rendition of a popular song.

Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua joined the makeshift karaoke stage, turning the office gathering into an unexpected talent show. Amidst the chaos, Vernon leaned in, his voice barely audible over the laughter.

"Y/N, do you mind if I steal you away from the snack table for a moment?"

My heart skipped a beat as we slipped away from the cacophony of mingling coworkers. Little did I know; this office gathering was about to take an unexpected turn.

Away from the karaoke chaos, Vernon and I found ourselves on the office rooftop, a hidden sanctuary above the hustle and bustle of the party below.

"So, Y/N," Vernon began, leaning against the rooftop railing, "what's the verdict on Seungcheol’s karaoke skills?"

I chuckled, grateful for the brief escape from the office madness. "Surprisingly good! Who knew our boss had hidden talents?"

Vernon grinned, his eyes meeting mine. "Speaking of hidden talents, have you discovered any exciting stress-relief techniques lately?"

My cheeks flushed, and I laughed nervously. "Well, there's this one where you, um, take a deep breath and... forget about stress for a while?"

Vernon raised an eyebrow, "Sounds intriguing. Mind showing me?"

As I attempted to demonstrate the 'forget about stress' technique, our hands accidentally brushed against each other. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I couldn't help but feel that maybe Mingyu's party suggestion wasn't all about the snacks.

Just as the moment was getting more intimate, Seungkwan's voice echoed through the rooftop door. "Y/N, Vernon, you won't believe what Seokmin is attempting on that karaoke stage!"

We exchanged an amused glance and headed back to the party, the rooftop escape lingering in the air like an unspoken secret.

Days turned into weeks, and the office dynamic shifted. Vernon and I found ourselves collaborating more often, whether it was on projects or sneaking away for a coffee break. The once-careful balance between professionalism and unspoken feelings began to blur.

One day, as I was drowning in a sea of spreadsheets, Vernon appeared at my desk with a cup of coffee. "Thought you could use a break, Y/N."

I smiled, touched by the gesture. "Thanks, Vernon. You always know when to save me from spreadsheet-induced insanity."

Vernon chuckled, "Just doing my superhero duty."

As he walked away, Seungkwan, ever the observant friend, nudged me. "Y/N, if Vernon's your superhero, maybe it's time to let him rescue more than just your sanity."

I sighed, realizing that maybe it was time to acknowledge the switch in my feelings. Little did I know; the office drama was far from over.

Embracing the subtle shift in dynamics, I decided to take Seungkwan's advice and let Vernon in a little more. As days passed, we found ourselves sharing stories, inside jokes, and even embarking on a few collaborative projects that had nothing to do with work.

One day, as we navigated a particularly tricky task, Vernon flashed that signature grin. "Y/N, who knew work could actually be fun?"

I smirked, "Well, considering you've turned our office into a circus more than once, I'd say fun is your specialty."

Vernon chuckled, and for a moment, our eyes locked. The unspoken tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the moment to address the elephant in the room.

However, fate had different plans. Mingyu, the office charmer, decided to play cupid once again. "Guess what, lovebirds? There's a team-building retreat this weekend. You two should totally go together!"

I shot Mingyu a glare, but Vernon seemed unfazed. "A team-building retreat, huh? Sounds like a great opportunity to strengthen our professional synergy."

Seungkwan, who overheard the conversation, nudged me with a sly grin. "Looks like Mingyu's doing your job for you."

The weekend retreat was a mix of team-building exercises, trust falls, and awkward icebreakers. Vernon and I navigated through it all, trying to maintain our professional front. However, as the evening bonfire flickered to life, the atmosphere changed.

Under the starlit sky, surrounded by the laughter of colleagues, Vernon and I found ourselves drawn to the warmth of the flames. It was then that Mingyu, ever the matchmaker, suggested a round of sharing secrets around the fire.

Seated next to each other, Vernon and I exchanged hesitant glances. "I'll start," Mingyu declared. "I once accidentally sent a love letter to the office printer."

The group erupted in laughter, and the ice was broken. Colleagues shared embarrassing stories, dreams, and even fears. As the circle neared us, Vernon looked at me, his eyes reflecting a hidden vulnerability.

"I've got a secret," he began, "I'm not as carefree as I seem. There's more to me than meets the eye."

The sincerity in his voice struck a chord, and I felt a surge of courage. "I've got a secret too," I admitted, my gaze locked with Vernon's. "I never thought I'd find someone who could make me question my to-do lists and deadlines. Until now."

A hush fell over the group, and Mingyu, grinning like the ultimate cupid, whispered, "Looks like we've got a love confession in the making."

Vernon's eyes widened, and a smile played on his lips. The unspoken tension finally surfaced, and in that moment, surrounded by colleagues, deadlines, and the warmth of the bonfire, our secret crushes were no longer a secret.

The confession around the bonfire sparked a change in our dynamic. Colleagues became enthusiastic cheerleaders, and our interactions took on a newfound sweetness. The retreat ended with a subtle shift, leaving us on the brink of exploring a different facet of our relationship.

Back at the office, the atmosphere buzzed with playful teasing and knowing glances from our colleagues. Seungcheol, our boss, couldn't help but join in on the newfound workplace romance banter.

"Looks like we've got our very own office love story," he quipped during a team meeting, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Vernon, ever the cool customer, took it in stride. "Guess we're the talk of the office now."

Seungkwan, who had become our unofficial relationship coach, couldn't resist chiming in. "Don't worry, you two. I've got a list of rom-coms we can use as a guide. First on the list, 'Office Love: A Spreadsheet Affair.'"

I rolled my eyes, "I think we can figure this out without consulting Hollywood."

As days turned into weeks, Vernon and I continued to explore the romance budding between us. The office dynamic remained lighthearted, with playful banter and camaraderie. Our desks, once separate islands in the sea of cubicles, were now like neighbouring countries, sharing secrets and stolen glances.

One day, as we worked on a project together, Mingyu sauntered over with a mischievous grin. "You know, there's a team-building workshop next month. More trust falls, more icebreakers. You guys up for it?"

Vernon and I exchanged a knowing glance, and he chuckled. "Why not? We've survived worse."

The workshop became another chapter in our evolving story. Trust falls turned into shared laughter, icebreakers transformed into inside jokes, and by the end of it, the unspoken romance had solidified into something more tangible.

As we navigated the workplace romance waters, our colleagues became our biggest cheerleaders. Soonyoung and Chan, known for their playful antics, organized a surprise 'office engagement' celebration, complete with streamers and confetti.

Vernon and I shared a glance, realising that our love story had taken a turn neither of us anticipated. Amidst the laughter and playful celebrations, the office had transformed into a haven of love and camaraderie.

In the midst of it all, Seungkwan, the unsung hero of our love story, grinned. "Who knew a stress ball circus could lead to all this?"

As the celebration continued, I couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected journey from unrequited feelings to a full-blown office romance. Little did I know, our story was far from ordinary, and the chapters that awaited us were bound to be filled with laughter, love, and the occasional office-related shenanigans.

And so, our office love story continued, each day bringing new adventures and discoveries, proving that sometimes, the best stories are the ones we never saw coming.

The end.

BONUS

Amidst the lovey-dovey glow of our budding romance, the office continued to be a hotbed of humor and shenanigans. Soonyoung and Chan, the dynamic duo of mischief, were determined to ensure our love story had its fair share of comedic moments.

One day, as Vernon and I were engrossed in a serious discussion about a project, Soonyoung burst into the room, wearing an oversized cupid costume complete with wings and heart-shaped arrows.

"Lovebirds! Cupid is here to spread the love!" he declared dramatically, shooting imaginary arrows in our direction.

Vernon burst into laughter, "Soonyoung, did you steal that from a costume shop?"

Soonyoung winked, "Let's just say they were happy to contribute to the office romance fund."

As cupid Soonyoung made his dramatic exit, Seungkwan appeared, holding a boombox blaring romantic ballads. "Cue the romantic background music, because love is in the air!"

I couldn't help but shake my head, "Are you all on a mission to turn our love story into a rom-com?"

Seungkwan grinned, "Of course! Every great love story needs a touch of drama and a splash of comedy."

The office antics continued, from surprise romantic dinners (courtesy of Mingyu's questionable cooking skills) to impromptu karaoke sessions led by Seungcheol. Each day brought a new twist, and our colleagues reveled in turning our office romance into a daily dose of entertainment.

One day, as Vernon and I enjoyed a quiet lunch in the office breakroom, Mingyu approached with a sly smile. "I've organised a team-building scavenger hunt. You two are partners, of course."

Vernon raised an eyebrow, "A scavenger hunt? Is this another attempt to set us up with more office romance drama?"

Mingyu winked, "Consider it a test of your teamwork skills."

And so, armed with a list of bizarre items to find around the office, Vernon and I embarked on the scavenger hunt. Little did we know; the items on the list were carefully curated for maximum comedic effect.

From finding the boss's favourite mug to retrieving Mingyu's missing pen, the scavenger hunt led us on a wild goose chase through the office, with our colleagues cheering us on and occasionally throwing in unexpected challenges.

As we raced against the clock, laughter echoed through the corridors. The scavenger hunt not only tested our teamwork but also became a hilarious adventure that further cemented the lighthearted spirit of our office romance.

In the end, we returned triumphant, armed with the requested items and a bag full of new inside jokes. Mingyu, grinning from ear to ear, declared, "Teamwork makes the dream work, especially in love!"

Our colleagues erupted in cheers, and as we caught our breaths, I couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected bonus of laughter and camaraderie that came with our office romance.

And so, amidst the office shenanigans and comedic chaos, Vernon and I embraced the joyous journey of love, proving that sometimes, a touch of humour is the perfect seasoning for a budding romance.

The real bonus, it seemed, wasn't just the love story but the incredible cast of characters who made our office romance an unforgettable and laughter-filled adventure.

ONE MORE BONUS

In the midst of our blossoming office romance, fate decided to throw a comical twist our way. Chan, the youngest member of our close-knit work family, found himself unintentionally at the epicenter of a lighthearted office drama.

As Vernon and I sought a moment of solitude for a stolen kiss, little did we know that Chan, armed with his characteristic youthful enthusiasm and penchant for timing, happened to be passing by. A sharp gasp from him caught our attention, and we quickly pulled away, glancing at each other with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

The mischievous gleam in Chan's eyes hinted at trouble. "Caught you two in the act," he declared, brandishing his smartphone.

Seungkwan, never one to miss an opportunity for teasing, chimed in, "Looks like our baby Chan here just became the official office spy."

Chan, visibly annoyed but also reveling in the attention, shot back, "I am not a baby, and I was just passing by!"

Jeonghan, in his usual sarcastic tone, crossed his arms and looked at Chan with faux anger. "Oh, Chan, our innocent little baby. What have they done to you? You've been tainted by their lovey-dovey vibes."

Chan, with an eye roll, muttered, "I am not innocent, and I am certainly not a baby. Stop calling me that!"

Jeonghan continued in mock frustration, "Well, I hope you're happy now, Y/N and Vernon. You've officially corrupted our 'baby' Chan. Congratulations."

Chan, now slightly exasperated, grumbled, "I'm not corrupted, and I'm not your baby!"

The playful banter continued, with colleagues suggesting that Chan should be the official office witness for romantic moments. Mingyu, always ready for a bit of mischief, proposed a weekly "Chan's Chronicles" during team meetings, where Chan would share his accidental discoveries.

As the teasing persisted, Chan, despite his irritation, couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Fine, fine, make fun of me. But I'm not a baby, and I definitely didn't ask to witness their love drama."

And so, amidst the laughter and camaraderie, the unexpected witnessing by our 'baby' Chan became a quirky tale in our office romance saga. Chan, despite his protests, inadvertently added a touch of humour to our love story.

THE END

#svt fic #seventeen fanfic #svt x reader #svt fic recs #seventeen x reader #svt series #svt romcom #romantic comedy #svt comedy #svt fluff #vernon x reader #hansol x reader #hansol vernon chwe #vernon #svt #hoshi #jeonghan #mingyu #woozi

[fuckyeahhistorycrushes]

GASPARE PACCHIEROTTI! (1740-1821)

One of the greatest castrato opera singers of all time, perhaps exceeding Farinelli. Not only a virtuoso possessed of a huge vocal range from soprano to tenor, able to sing any style with great taste and sensitivity to the intention of the composer, a consummate actor, with great intelligence and judgment about drama and music, but also a pleasant, kind, and gentle person, modest to a fault. All the biographers write in praise of his character, and in Susanna Burney's diaries (quoted extensively in Linda Kelley's Susanna, the Captain & the Castrato, in which Pacchierotti is so cute it's criminal, GAH) a portrait emerges of a sweet, shy, and also funny and charming man with a good word for everybody, a serious dedication to his craft, lifelong struggles with stage fright, and deep empathy.

He was also ugly. This didn't stop women from falling in love with him left and right. But he was embarrassed by it and didn't like portraits. The above portrait is flattering, but there are also plenty of surviving images that are... not.

In 2013 Pacchierotti was exhumed and studied by anthropologists. I was really sad to see the commentary around the internet circuit often leaned "freak show", leaning on lurid fascination with bodily difference (rather than similarity, which was also found by the study). He even got skull-shamed for having a weird face. Poor man is 200 years dead and people are still calling him ugly. This was a person who was a lot more than a physical oddity; we can no longer hear his voice, but we can remember his inner beauty.

"If he had not been a singer, he would probably have been a poet; for his ideas, even in current conversation, ran involuntarily into poetical imagery ... when he was highly animated in conversation, the effusions of his imagination resembled his cadences in music, by their excursionary flights, and impassioned bursts of deep, yet tender sensibility. ... Timidity and animation seemed to balance his disposition with alternate sway; but his character was of a benevolence that had no balance, no mixture whatsoever." -Memoirs of Doctor Burney, by Frances d'Arblay

#history #history crushes #submission

[rubberizer92]

🔥 Prepare to immerse yourself in the vibrant debut of Latex Legends League Season 5 – #LLLSeason5! 🔥 Get ready for a journey filled with allure, temptation, and the artistic flair of Greece's own Mark. An artsy soul at heart, Mark eagerly awaits his moment in the spotlight in our Latex Legends League!

🚀 Our electrifying new format ignites with the power of popular votes on Instagram, Threads, Tumblr, and X for the first three rounds, where every voice holds sway. Your votes wield the power to shape the destiny of our contenders, so unleash your passion without hesitation!

💥 Meet Mark from Greece 🇬🇷, a visionary with an artistic soul, who is eager to showcase his creativity and passion in the Latex Legends League. With each step, Mark radiates charm and charisma, captivating all with his unique style and artistic expression.

🏆 With his captivating allure and boundless creativity, Mark stands poised to conquer the latex arena and represent Greece with pride in Latex Legends League Season 5. His artistic soul and eagerness to shine make him a true standout among contenders.

🗳️ It's time to rally behind Mark and cast your votes on Instagram, Threads, Tumblr, and X! Let's propel this artsy virtuoso toward the zenith of latex immortality and witness his reign as a true Latex Legend!

#rubber #ai generated #muscles #jock #sexy #ai #lllseason5

[ruminiscence]

The Artistic Beauty of Southern France: A Short Film

Saint Paul de Vence - The best village!

This charming village is undoubtedly my favourite destination in the south of France. It's a true haven for art lovers and introverts (it’s so quiet despite being kinda packed), having been home to many renowned artists such as Marc Chagall, Pablo Picasso, Amedeo Modigliani, Henri Matisse, and Yves Montand. This place sells itself.

A fan of medieval architecture? This village is steeped in it; wherever you go you'll find that ornate, charming feel.

I’m especially appreciative of the eccentricity which lies in the little things; the rustic knick-knacks would make exceptional decorations for homes.

#south of france #saint Paul de Vence #pablo picasso #henri matisse #yves montand #marc chagall #amedeo modigliani #cobblestone #artistic design #architecture #medieval architecture #le lac des cygnes #tchaikovsky #my film #short film #memoirs #memories #travel #slow living #southern france #provence #Spotify

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Sonic swore he put the bag somewhere in here. It's black, so the near complete darkness in the closet wasn't helping his case but- bingo!

He wrestled the thing out of the back of the closed and perfomatively blew the dust off it. Though if he were to actually clean it the only option is a wet cloth or a crazy strong vacuum cleaner since the casing is made of cloth, eh whatever.

He placed the bag on the table with a grandiose motion and finally unzipped it, revealing none other than the guitar he hadn't seen in a good two or three years.

He took it out of the case carefully, and looked at it as if he was getting an old friend, which it was actually, this thing held some memories alright.

It sat in his lap with nostalgic familiarity. For a second he sat there stumped because he completely forgot what even was it that reminded him he had a guitar in the first place.

He shook his head back to the instrument at hand. First things first, it was definitely completely out of tune, so after giving a revision test to his musical ear, making sure to approach the high E string ever so carefully, he hit the first three chords that were pretty much an engraved muscle memory.

Surprisingly it wasn't even that difficult to get fully back into the strum of things and replaying bits of any and all manner of songs he remembers once used either as a lullaby, for distraction or just to pass the time in a different way.

Soon enough he heard someone making their way up the stairs to the storage room and it was no surprise to see curious baby blue eyes peak from the doorway.

"Hello there." Sonic waved to him, although he immediately noticed the way Mangey was staring at the guitar in his hand.

Eventually, the fox let go of the door frame and approached him, curiously eyeing the instrument in his hand.

Sonic gave a full yet gentle strum to show it off, which made Mangey's eyes widen just a bit more than they already were.

Cautiously, he reached out towards the strings as well, ever so carefully plucking on the thinnest one.

"What? Wanna play too?"

Mangey nodded enthusiastically and trained all of his senses towards the guitar before him and didn't let his eyes off it even as Sonic hopped off the table and onto the rug below. He readjusted the instrument in his lap again as he sat criss-cross, with the fox mirroring him.

Sonic let his right hand drop, giving the fox full reign over the main part of the guitar.

Soon enough, Mangey was carefully picking out the strings one by one, intently listening to the sound each of them made, until he started strumming them out of order, creating a simple yet charming melody.

"Woahaha, look who is a born guitar virtuoso." The hedgehog couldn't help the fondness melting his heart when he saw the kit's face light up, and he would also be lying if he said the tune wasn't great on its own.

He's not doubting the scavengers would be capable of creating simple instruments but he's also not sure if they ever had time or use to play them, since.. all of that stuff happened.

Either way, it didn't matter as Mangey was more than a natural when he eventually settled on a somewhat repetitive melody with an almost physically tangible glee on his face.

Sonic caught on the tune soon enough, and he decided to help enrich it just a bit. The neck of the guitar was still very much in his hold, so some odd sting he changed the pitch of it, with Mangey catching onto the deviation immediately. His head snapped towards Sonic's other hand and then he tilted it looking towards the hedgehog.

Sonic could describe it as anything besides utterly adorable.

"Yea, you can change the pitch of the note depending where you press, hold on-"

And he held down the B string on the highest fret, gave it a pinch and then slid his finger all the way down.

Mangey's mouth formed a little "o" as he watched the hedgehog repeat the gesture a few more times, sometimes Sonic stopped in the middle of the fretboard to go back and then forth, making the string sound like it was wobbling before it faded out.

Of course, Sonic expected the kit to immediately reach out for the neck as well,

"Pretty neat huh."

"Yea bud hold on, you gotta hold it like this," so he lifted the guitar, carefully flipped it and then placed it into Mangey's lap.

Sonic though couldn't help but snicker when the guitar almost overshadowed the entirety of the fox's upper body, with only his big eyes and pointed ears sticking out from behind it.

"Something tells me it might be a bit too big for you."

He elected to just slide it down and place it lying on the ground then.

"Alright, it's not gonna be exactly intuitive but here, you can just press on the strings like this." With the way the guitar was it was akin to how one would hold down a button or something, and Mangey of course, mirrored him, just on a different string, "Not too hard cuz you might break the neck, but also just placing your finger on it would either mute it or cause it to buzz."

"And also try to stay in the middle of the fret." He added when he saw the kit's finger directly on the bar. Sonic grabbed his hand and relocated it a bit just like you would with a gramophone's needle.

"Just like that, and now you just hit the strings here!"

Sonic of course couldn't just sit idly by, especially when there was music to be had, so even if the strings were out of the option, he flicked and hit the sides of the guitar to add just a little drum.

The way Mangey ended up playing was closer to pressing keys on a piano, but blame that on the inconvenient size of the guitar.

Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to get Mangey a slightly smaller one someday in the near future.

#sonic prime #prime bros #Inspired by my youngest brother trying to join me when I play the guitar :] #next thing you know he's stealing Sails' thing and practicing on it day and night #alsoImagine the jumpscare when one of the strings snaps lmao #ill be damned if I actually write sonic and Tails for a Wednesday thing im sorry #its sonic and mangey time baybey #a little thing to take a break from the dreamtale thing since its becoming a bit overwhelming dhdggd #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #mangey the fox #mangey tails #me when I finish writing

[earthry]

The Emeritus Opera House (Secondo & Copia Headcanons)

Unhinged phantom of the opera inspired AU where the Emeritus Brothers run an Opera House passed down to them from Papa Nihil. It was failing and on the brink of bankruptcy until the brothers took over. They're all virtuosos in their own ways.

tw: sfw, no big warnings, only secondo and copia hcs right now but i might make terzo and primo eventually. i have ideas for them but just couldn't write anything i liked so far.

Secondo

A famous traveling composer and now returning to the Opera House to oversee rehearsals for the big upcoming opera that he wrote.

You are a ballet dancer with a lot of passion, you often stay behind after rehearsals to practice more-- you don't realize that Secondo is watching from his private viewing box (each brother has one of their own).

It's pretty much love at first sight for him, and he decides that he just has to have you.

Everyone is jealous because his only interest is you, and he is very charming. Kind of a cynical bastard who is hard to impress, but with you it's like he's head over heels. He's so soft with you, so indulgent. He spoils you. Buys you new ballet shoes, takes you to see shows that you want to see, etc.

It was his song you were singing that night in the empty opera house. When the dancers and directors had already packed up for the day, when the stage was bathed in darkness save for the center spotlight. You had bribed one of the stagehands to keep it on so that you may practice your pliés, your turns, your steps. 

You had thought yourself alone in the theatre, for why would anyone else be around? You’ve done this plenty before, and you would do it plenty again.

You were a goddess in the light, soft beams illuminating your ethereal shape against the dull backdrop. Each hair displaced was perfect, each bead of sweat clung to your skin was sure to be sweet. When you moved, it was as if you were dancing in the rain under the safety of a parapet, the way you bent at the waist with your arm out in flawless form. And your voice; the siren’s song that called him to the heart of the opera house tonight. Soft and honeyed despite disuse, the way your mouth wrapped around the words, the way you caressed each line before granting merciful freedom. Oh how he longed to be a dissonant chord for you to hold in your arms with such devotion, to be enveloped in your warmth as you love the hurt from his bared soul.

Putrefaction, a scent that cursed be– under cold dark dust.

This must be the devil’s work, he thinks to himself as he stands alone in his box, watching you from the audience. Lucifer himself must have summoned him here tonight, for why would such an angel as you rest in the palm of his hand like this? So soon after his return from Italy, has his dark lord delivered onto him a blessing?

From the darkness, rise a succubus– from the earthen rust. It’s his song, too. His song falling from your lips, his song that you are humming the notes to, his song you giggle to when you fuck up a line or two. His.

To the envy of the other dancers, you're the only one he has eyes for after that. His return to from Italy has been all everyone's been talking about for weeks, murmurs and gossip about if anyone will catch his eyes. He was an unmarried, unattached Emeritus brother– everyone wanted to stand out to him.

The first time the two of you formally meet is at the welcome back party in which the entire company, cast, and crew were invited. More of a lavish banquet of sorts, to be honest.

When he entered the room, his presence was domineering and almost cold as he regarded the crowd. When introductions began, you decided to take the opportunity to raid the dessert table.

So thus, it was as you were stuffing your face with hors d'oeuvre that Secondo approaches you. For a second, you almost choke at the sight of him strolling towards you. He's an intimidating and scary looking man, but as he nears you, his expression softens.

He introduces himself, as if everyone hadn't been talking about him since he'd arrived, and takes you hand like a gentleman.

You hold your breath as he brings it to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to the back of it, swallowing a little as he flickers his eyes up to you, his lips still ghosting over you skin. You feel little goosebumps up your arm but it isn't entirely unpleasant.

"A pleasure to meet such a beautiful angel as yourself," his voice is a purr and you feel just a little faint as you whisper back in a high tone that that the pleasure is all yours.

He seems to think it amusing in a fond way, his lips quirking up in a slight smirk as he finally releases your hand. He's pleased to have held your hand, to have graced you with worship.

Though you don't realize it at the moment, he's already swept you off your feet.

Copia

The youngest of the Emeritus brothers and the only one that has yet to leave a permanent mark in the musical world. He feels a lot of pressure to do just as well as his brothers, but to also keep up with you and stay by your side and match your talent.

You and him debut together as the main leads in Secondo's opera, a dream you've shared since you were children.

Yep, we're childhood friends with Copia again.

The idea of spending hours alone with Copia just practicing and struggling together to reach your goals and dreams is just chef's kiss to me.

Whenever you accidentally hurt yourself or sprain your leg he takes very good care of you and vice versa.

Plenty of companies and talent agents have tried to recruit either you or him and neither of you will join unless the other gets to join too.

Post opening night of your duo debut, you celebrate together and and he kisses you and you absolutely melt into his arms.

It’s like his body lights up with electricity every time the two of you touch. Your hand in his, his hand on your hip, when he supports you as you bend backwards and he holds you in his arms and dips you low to the ground.

Your voices are intertwined, hanging in the empty spaces between the two of you and the audience that holds its breath.

There’s a crescendo, and he twirls you out as your voice hits a higher note. He meets your eyes and they twinkle with elation. You’ve practiced this so many times but nothing will ever compare to this— the adrenaline and the lights, the glimmer reflecting off your costumes under the light, the orchestra carrying the melody with gentle inclinations. It sounds like coming home and feels like a birthplace. 

When the two of you were children, best friends both with family in the music world, you had declared with serious certainty that when you grew up, you wanted to be a leading starlet. You wanted the spotlight. 

Copia hadn’t quite known what he wanted back then, only that he’d do anything to stay right by your side. 

If you wanted to take dance and vocal lessons, he did too. If you wanted to audition for a show, so did he. If there was a specific school or dance company or choir you wanted to be part of, well— he was going to want to, too.

His mother had been thrilled that he wanted to continue the family legacy, but he only had eyes for you. 

And so when the curtain draws back in the Emeritus Opera House— his family’s Opera House, it’s your hand he holds guiding to center stage.

You’re beautiful under the spotlight, just like he’d always known you would. Sometimes as children you’d sneak into this very theater and stand in the middle together, daydreaming what it would be like one day to be up there.

There’s a studio somewhere, with memories sunk into polished floorboards like ink on a page. The in between of endless practice sitting on that bench in the back of the room and staring at your reflection in the mirror across from you.

Copia is the one that wraps your injured feet, the one that rubs them when they're sore. The one that encourages you when you're down, when you feel like your dream will never be in reach. You don't think you could have done it without him. Or perhaps along the way it's just become that you don't want to do it without him.

Because some nights are spent staying up late to rehearsal only to dissolve into laying on the hardwood floor together and talking well into the morning. Any shows, any lessons, any choir— if Copia didn't make it too, you'd move onto the next opportunity.

Never one without the other, after all.

#the band ghost #copia #secondo #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia x reader #headcanons

[ghostoffuturespast]

What’d I miss what’s the thing with the clair de lune piano? 👀 gotta know the backstory

Hehehe I'm so glad you asked :>

I jokingly refer to the Clair de Lune piano (the piano in the Peralez's apartment for anyone reading this) as my arch nemesis, but it's actually one of my favorite pieces of foreshadowing in CP2077. Like it's just one of those things you'd never know, unless you took the time to get to know, and there's just so much of that in this game. A mind-boggling amount of it. It makes my brain very happy and it's one of the many reasons why I love this game so goddamn much. It's just layer upon layer upon layer. The cake that keeps on giving!

Now, there is a possibility that this wasn't intended as foreshadowing, but given how many music and poetry references there are in the game, I'm really hard pressed to believe that the inclusion of Clair de Lune wasn't intentional.

(Heck, look up the other classical song that is referenced in the game Nocturnes, Op. 55, Frederic Chopin, and Jane Stirling. You may see some similarities in situation between Chopin and Stirling, and V and Hanako. Two diseased dying virtuosos and their two wealthy financial sponsors crutching them along.)

We as players can encounter Clair de Lune piano twice in the game. First at the end of the quest I Fought the Law and then a second time at the beginning of Dream On. Both instances, in the Peralez's apartment on a self-playing piano. The melody drifting disembodied through the air...

At first listen, the fact that this song is playing, may not have even registered. (It certainly didn't for me the first several times I played.) Just a classical song being listened to by a couple of rich people for atmosphere. Dig a little deeper, you may have noticed the moon motif based on the title of the song. There's a lot of moon and space motifs in this game too. But the true meaning of this song requires you to know a little bit of music history.

Clair de Lune is the third movement of a piano suite called Suite bergamasque that was composed by Claude Debussy. That third movement got its inspiration and name from a poem written by Paul Verlaine.

Clair de Lune is a fucking poem.

A poem about a masquerade dance underneath the moonlight where all the dancers are living a fantasy life. Very much in the same way that we find out in the conclusion of Dream On that Jefferson and Elizabeth Peralez are living their own fantasy life...

Foreshadowing.

Clair de Lune by Paul Verlaine Your soul is like a landscape fantasy, Where masks and Bergamasks, in charming wise, Strum lutes and dance, just a bit sad to be Hidden beneath their fanciful disguise. Singing in minor mode of life’s largesse And all-victorious love, they yet seem quite Reluctant to believe their happiness, And their song mingles with the pale moonlight, The calm, pale moonlight, whose sad beauty, beaming, Sets the birds softly dreaming in the trees, And makes the marbled fountains, gushing, streaming – Slender jet-fountains – sob their ecstasies.

And remember...

Nothing comes before Night City.

#ask away! #irrigone #cyberpunk 2077 #meta analysis #clair de lune piano #nothing comes before night city #and yes this little nugget is in my fic lol #i didn't tag it as an ode to my tinfoil for no reason

[elysiumania]

title: a dagger's embrace pairing(s): jing yuan/reader warnings: angst, slow burn, violence, hurt/comfort, manipulation, suggestive themes. word count: 6.8k

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 03

previous || next

Amidst the opulence and splendor of the grand hall, the engagement party reaches its peak. You and Jing Yuan glide with grace, embodying the epitome of refinement and elegance. The vibrant tapestry of colors that drape the room interweaves with the melodies of animated conversations, while the crystalline chime of glasses adds a symphony of sophistication to the ambiance. Fragrant bouquets of meticulously arranged flowers adorn the hall, their delicate fragrance mingling with the anticipation that saturates the air.

Every step you take is a measured dance, a movement guided by a lifetime of training. The gazes of the assembled guests fix upon you, their eyes brimming with a mix of fascination, admiration, and perhaps a tinge of envy. Whispers, soft as the breath of a summer breeze, trail in your wake, dissecting your every gesture, your every word. Yet, you radiate an air of regal composure, a virtuoso of concealing the nerves that once plagued you.

As you cross the threshold into the grand halls, a tremor of anxiety washes over your whole body, barely perceptible to the keen eyes of the assembled guests. The weight of expectations presses upon you, a burden you carry with a stoic firmness. The teachings of the matriarch echoed in your mind, reminding you of the importance of maintaining an unyielding façade amidst the circling doubts that threaten to consume you.

Linked arm in arm with Jing Yuan, you emanate a radiance that befits royalty, your posture commanding and your presence captivating. The anxieties that once threatened to consume you have now transformed into an unwavering strength, forged through meticulous preparation and resolve. This stage is your domain, and you have become a master performer, deftly maneuvering through the labyrinthine intricacies of societal expectations and power dynamics.

As guests approach, extending their well wishes and congratulations, their voices are a balance of warmth and feigned sincerity. You graciously accept their compliments, your smile a study in charm, as you engage in polished small talk. Each interaction is a delicate ballet, a careful balance between forging connections and maintaining an aura of aloofness, a reminder that while you exist within their world, you exist on a plane of your own.

Beside you stands Jing Yuan, a steady presence amidst the sea of unfamiliar and familiar faces. His reassuring warmth emanates through the touch of his arm against yours, a comforting tether to reality within the cacophony of murmured conversations and scrutinizing gazes. In his company, you find solace, drawing relief from his mere presence.

While engaging with the guests, your eyes occasionally steal glances at Jing Yuan, observing the ease with which he commands attention and respect. There is an undeniable magnetism that surrounds him, an air of authority that draws others in.

As you traverse the grand halls, your discerning eyes recognize the distinguished countenances of the esteemed guests. Their names, etched in your memory through hours of rigorous instruction, roll off your tongue with practiced elegance as you extend greetings and pleasantries. Their astonishment is palpable, their eyes widening in admiration at your knowledge and reverence for their presence. You have cultivated their favor, and the satisfaction that accompanies their admiration bolsters your resolve.

Jing Yuan, too, navigates these familiar circles with ease, his experiences as the General affording him an air of mastery and familiarity. He effortlessly melds charm and command, his words resonating with those who hold power and influence. Together, you emit an aura of sophistication and grace, an embodiment of the refined nobility that is expected of you.

Bound by the lively conversations and the melodies of laughter that fill the air, you skillfully balance the roles of gracious host and astute observer. Your ears attuned to the concerns and opinions voiced by the guests, you absorb the intricacies of their world with unwavering focus. Each interaction becomes an opportunity to glean insights, to discern the underlying currents that shape their society, and to uncover the secrets that may hold the key to your clandestine mission.

You and Jing Yuan continually make your way through the gathering, your discerning gaze falls upon two figures who hold a distinguished air, setting them apart from the rest. Their presence, undeniable and eminent, signifies their status as esteemed members of the Six Charioteers—the epitome of honor and power within their respective commissions.

For centuries, you have diligently absorbed the lessons of history, immersing yourself in the knowledge that spans from the ancient annals to the current affairs of Xianzhou Luofu. It is through these hours of meticulous learning that you have become intimately familiar with the high-ranking figures who shape the destiny of the fleet, their names etched into your mind like intricate calligraphy on parchment. It is a necessity to be well-acquainted with them, for they wield immense influence and power within the world of Luofu.

"I would like to introduce you to the Master Diviner, Fu Xuan.” 

As Jing Yuan introduces you to the enigmatic figure of the Master Diviner, Fu Xuan, her ethereal presence captivates your senses. Her long locks of pink hair flow like a cascade, a vibrant contrast to the golden depths of her eyes that shimmer with an intensity akin to the burning embers of a hearth. Adorning her forehead is an amethyst gemstone, a radiant mark that further accentuates her mystique. Though she may possess a delicate frame, her aura exudes an undeniable power, an authority that demands reverence and attention.

With a graceful inclination of your head, you extend your greetings to the esteemed Master Diviner, humbled by her reputation and the knowledge that lies within her grasp. "It is a pleasure meeting the Master Diviner. I am (Name). The daughter of the Hongying clan."

Fu Xuan merely stares at you for a moment. You discern a penetrating gaze that seems to see beyond the surface, as if unraveling the intricate tapestry of your being. It is a gaze that stirs both wariness and trepidation, for you cannot help but wonder if she possesses the ability to unveil the secrets you have so carefully concealed, particularly the one that holds the fate of the Hongying clan.

Being aware of Fu Xuan’s formidable ability, renowned for her foresight into the future,

In the depths of your being, a sense of unease emerges, your composure wavering ever so slightly under the weight of her presence. Beads of perspiration form at your brow, evidence of the mounting tension that threatens to betray your stoic façade. But you refuse to succumb to fear. The teachings of the matriarch resound within your thoughts, reminding you to remain steadfast and composed in the face of uncertainty.

Meeting Fu Xuan's firm and steady gaze, you lock eyes with her, a silent challenge passing between you. The lines of your lips remain firm, a testament to your stubbornness and steadfastness, while your posture emanates an air of calm and poise. Though the silence hangs heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and hidden truths, you stand resolute, guarding your thoughts and secrets from her penetrating golden eyes.

For centuries, you have been honed in the crucible of deception, forged into an unyielding instrument of secrecy and manipulation. The impervious façade that shrouds your true intentions is an evidence to the discipline instilled within you by the matriarch and patriarch. Their formidable presence looms over your every action, a constant reminder that one misstep could spell the end of your existence.

Fear is an emotion that eludes you, for you have long since shed its shackles. The dangers that lurk in the darkness, the treachery that taints every corner of your existence, do not penetrate the fortress of your resolve. You have become a master of disguises, concealing your true self behind layers of calculated charm and icy detachment.

Fu Xuan blinked, regaining her composure as she cleared her throat and spoke with formality. "Please accept my apologies, Lady (Name), for my impertinent behavior of gazing at you for an excessive duration. I am simply astounded and find it difficult to believe that our esteemed General has agreed to partake in such a matrimonial union."

You responded with a gentle smile, shaking your head, understanding her stand. "There is no need to apologize, Diviner Fu Xuan. If I were in your position, I would also be taken aback and find it hard to believe, considering your long acquaintance with the General. Furthermore, given his status and responsibilities, he has shown little inclination towards marriage."

"It is indeed remarkable," Fu Xuan chuckled softly, raising her gaze towards Jing Yuan, who stood beside you with his customary smirk, attentively listening to your conversation. "Considering the General's unwavering focus on the daily affairs of Xianzhou Luofu and his constant presence on the battlefield, the notion of him willingly entering into matrimony seems rather improbable."

Jing Yuan addressed her. His words, wrapped in a gentle timbre, carried a subtle weight. "Diviner Fu Xuan," he began, his tone carefully modulated. "Life, in its intricate tapestry, often weaves threads of uncertainty and unpredictability, casting aside the meticulously constructed path we have traversed for so long. While stagnation may be favorable in certain situations, it may not hold true in others. It is crucial to recognize that circumstances can evolve, and the winds of change may beckon us towards uncharted territories."

With each word, Jing Yuan's voice resonated with a sense of wisdom garnered from years of experience.”I acknowledge your perception of me, as we have tirelessly safeguarded the peace and stability of Luofu together, and you have developed a keen understanding of my character.” 

"However," Jing Yuan continued, smiling, his voice firm yet measured, "it is imperative that we remain vigilant and adaptable, for the path ahead is rife with unforeseen circumstances. I implore you, Diviner Fu, to approach the future with an open mind, free from preconceived notions or biases. Let us embrace the uncertainty that lies before us and stand ready to face the challenges that may arise."

Fu Xuan's frown deepens, her gaze remains fixed on Jing Yuan, a subtle tension simmering between them, but you can discern the humor from Jing Yuan. Their exchange of words carries a hint of familiarity, a testimony to the camaraderie they have shared for centuries. It becomes evident to you that these minor arguments are not uncommon between them, even during such a momentous occasion.

With a knowing smile, you close your eyes for a brief moment, allowing amusement to wash over you. Despite the grandeur of the engagement party, they refuse to let their longstanding camaraderie wane.

Your eyes flutter open, a glint of mirth dancing within them as you address the situation. "In my opinion, Lady Fu Xuan's reaction doesn't appear to stem from prejudice. Rather, it seems she is genuinely surprised by the unexpected turn of events caused by you, Jing Yuan. Such reactions are only natural, particularly between friends who have shared numerous experiences together."

The two simultaneously turned their heads to face you. Fu Xuan's surprise is palpable as she gazes at you, her lips slightly parted in astonishment. However, she swiftly regains her composure, folding her arms across her chest and redirecting her attention to Jing Yuan.

"She is correct, General. I am merely astounded by the sudden event regarding your decision."

"Oh?" Jing Yuan responded, clearly amused. "I was well aware of that. I simply waited for you to express it in your own words."

Fu Xuan, momentarily taken aback by his response, found herself at a loss for retort. She could not deny the truth of his statement, for it struck a chord even she could not counter. The faintest hint of annoyance flickered across her countenance, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability amidst her formidable presence. Yet, she managed to collect herself and address Jing Yuan, her voice bearing a hint of hesitation. "If you were already aware, why did you deem it necessary to vocalize it?"

"My intent," he explained, his tone measured, "was simply to gauge your reaction, to understand how you would navigate such matters when confronted with them."

You decided to allow the two of them to attend to their own affairs, turning your attention towards the renowned Helm Master of the Sky-Faring commission, Lady Yukong.

Lady Yukong, the esteemed Helm Master, radiates an aura of authority and grace that commands your undivided attention. As you execute a refined bow, she acknowledges your gesture with a nod of respect, her movements epitomizing meticulous precision and unwavering control.

Immersed in the knowledge of Lady Yukong's notable accomplishments and the exacting responsibilities she shoulders as a leader in her field, you have come to deeply appreciate her resolute demeanor and commitment to her craft. Every portrayal, be it through written accounts or visual depictions, has revealed a countenance of stoic resolve—a proof to her inherent power and indomitable spirit. And now, as you stand in her presence, her commanding aura resonates with even greater intensity.

Mindful of her extensive exposure to the intricate field of business and her role as overseer of the guilds within the Sky-Faring commission, you anticipate Lady Yukong's astute perception of individuals. She has encountered countless personalities, each harboring their unique attitudes and motives. Consequently, it comes as no surprise that her gaze mirrors that of Fu Xuan—an astute wariness etched into her countenance. Nevertheless, you remain unperturbed, your countenance adorned with a serene smile, as you confront her discerning scrutiny head-on.

Lady Yukong is a woman well-versed in the art of erecting emotional fortifications, constantly vigilant of those who traverse her path. Her discerning nature and guarded demeanor serve as testaments to her ability to navigate the treacherous currents of high society. However, despite the initial caution she exudes, you approach her with genuine warmth, seeking to forge a connection amidst the carefully constructed barriers.

As your eyes meet, a subtle tension fills the atmosphere—a delicate interplay of observation and restrained curiosity. You keenly recognize that earning Lady Yukong's trust will prove to be a formidable undertaking. It demands unwavering patience, persistent efforts, and a firm determination to prove yourself worthy of her attention and esteem.

Yet, you are no stranger to challenges. The teachings imparted by the matriarch and the experiences that have shaped your journey have meticulously prepared you for this very juncture. Standing before Lady Yukong, your posture poised and your composure unassailable, you are primed to navigate the flurry web of intrigue and embark on the quest to earn her trust. With each interaction, you will endeavor to dismantle the barriers she has erected, unveiling the depth of faux sincerity and unwavering loyalty that reside within the recesses of your blotched heart.

As the evening unfolds, you find yourself immersed in the bustling ambiance of the engagement party. Conversations weave through the air, intermingling with peals of laughter and the harmonious clinking of glasses, composing a symphony of sounds that envelops the grand hall. Guests traverse the space, engrossed in their own dialogues and festivities, their voices blending seamlessly into a mellifluous chorus.

Within this vibrant scene, you perceive a fleeting sense of detachment, a transient weariness veiled by an outward façade of composure. Your gaze sweeps across the room, taking in the intricate choreography of social interactions playing out before you. The matriarch and patriarch revel in the adulation they receive, their every move a calculated maneuver to safeguard their position amidst the conniving and influential.

With an undercurrent of indifference, you observe their tactics from a distance, resolute in your refusal to be entangled in their web of deception and manipulation. Yet, an undeniable truth lingers within your thoughts—you are now inexorably entwined with these very individuals, enmeshed in the intricacies of their schemes. A sigh, delicate and concealed, escapes your lips, unnoticed by the prying eyes that dare to glance in your direction.

Jing Yuan, having excused himself to attend to his associates, momentarily leaves you alone in the expanse of the grand hall. The opulence of the surroundings envelops you, as though the very walls ooze an air of splendor and prestige. Chandeliers hang majestically from lofty ceilings, diffusing a soft, warm radiance that bathes the room in an ethereal glow. Elaborate tapestries grace the walls, recounting tales of yore and infusing the ambiance with a touch of regality.

Amidst the sea of esteemed guests, you stand poised and composed, a solitary figure in the midst of the swirling currents of conversation and merriment. The weight of your mission and the complexities  of alliances and rivalries that envelop you are ever-present, casting a shadow over your contemplations. Yet, you stand firm, resolute in your purpose and unwavering in your determination.

In this solitary moment, you take pause to survey the tableau that unfolds before your eyes. The festivities unfurl with their own unique rhythm and energy, each guest engrossed in their own affairs and connections. You become an observer, a solitary soul amidst the splendor, your thoughts traversing the layers of complexity that lie concealed beneath the surface.

The grand hall remains an assortment of opulence and refinement, a grand stage upon which the intricate play of power and influence unfolds. And amidst this spectacle, you stand undeterred, ready to play your role with grace and composure, even as the weight of your mission threatens to engulf you.

Among the revelry and exuberance of the celebratory affair, a subtle nuance of envy penetrates the air, emanating from those who surround you. The intense gazes that fix upon your figure primarily originate from women of an age deemed desirable, their hearts yearning for their own fortunes within the institution of matrimony. Though they extend their felicitations upon your union with the esteemed general, their words carry a veneer of sarcasm and artifice that cannot escape your discerning perception.

The atmosphere crackles with the weight of their envy, yet you, ever astute, readily decipher their true intentions. A master of affectation, you effortlessly don masks of indifference and feigned ignorance. These individuals remain oblivious to the fact that this entire affair serves as naught but an intricate charade, a mere masquerade wherein you play the central role.

As you prepare to take your leave, three figures abruptly emerge, obstructing your path. Adorned in fashionable attire, their garments exuding luxury, these women wear forced smiles tinged with mockery. The central figure, employing a delicate fan to shield her lower visage, fails to conceal the smug satisfaction that lurks within. Positioned on either side, her companions exchange knowing glances, their choreographed display unmistakable. Yet, you maintain your grace, for their motives were anticipated long before this encounter. Their derisive gazes and smirks offer transparent glimpses into their envy and resentment.

With a gracious yet insincere smile, you extend your words to address them. "Greetings, esteemed ladies. To what delightful circumstances do I owe this unexpected rendezvous?"

The two flanking the central figure surreptitiously cast a swift glance in her direction, their actions reminiscent of a rehearsed spectacle. But you remain unruffled, fully cognizant of their intentions. Their mocking gazes and sardonic smirks betray their festering envy and disdain.

"We simply wished to extend our heartfelt congratulations to the illustrious General of Luofu's affianced," utters the woman on the right, her words laced with a palpable insincerity.

"Indeed," adds the woman on the left, her smirk widening as she casts a contemptuous glance in your direction. However, her disdain fails to elicit even the faintest ripple upon your composed countenance. "The Hongying clan's commanding influence is truly awe-inspiring. It is impossible not to marvel. As one of Xianzhou Luofu's most influential lineages, it comes as no surprise that their daughter has secured such a prestigious alliance, particularly with the General."

The mention of your clan and the thinly veiled compliments echo familiar refrains, often employed by those who covet your station. Yet, the depths of their envy appear to be primarily directed towards the woman at the center, their apparent leader. The other two individuals, mere devotees of her cause, hold little significance in your eyes, for they are but inconsequential pawns in the grand theater of your existence.

The woman positioned in the middle emits a derisive laugh, her attempt to dissipate the tension arising from her prior words. "Ladies, let us desist. We are present to extend our felicitations to Lady (Name) on her auspicious engagement to General Jing Yuan."

Her two companions join in her laughter, their amusement apparent, yet you remain impervious to their demeanor. Their feeble attempts at intimidation merely warrant a dismissive shake of your head, an unspoken declaration of their futility. As the woman closes her fan and leans in, an air of arrogance contorts her features. Nevertheless, you meet her gaze with firm composure.

"It must undoubtedly be an enchanting experience to be the daughter of such a potent lineage, would you not concur?" she taunts, a smirk adorning her lips as she gracefully unfurls her fan.

With a serene smile, you remain unperturbed by her words, recognizing their trifling nature, unworthy of your attention. "Indeed, it is," you reply, exuding unshakeable confidence. "Might I have the honor of ascertaining the names of these esteemed ladies?"

The trio exchange glances, their smirks widening as they focus their gaze upon you. They proceed to divulge their names, with the woman at the center proudly representing the renowned Zhaolu clan, known for their substantial investments in the artisanship commission. Though their lineage bears a measure of distinction, it pales in comparison to the formidable power commanded by the Hongying clan.

"Ah, you hail from the esteemed Zhaolu clan," you remark softly, maintaining an unyielding gaze upon her. Your smile remains placid, an embodiment of graceful assurance. "The Zhaolu clan, indeed, carries notable repute—a venerable family that our clan duly acknowledges."

The daughter of the Zhaolu clan responds with a smug smirk, oozing arrogance and pride in response to the compliment you have extended.

"Indeed, you are correct. Lady Lanfen represents the illustrious Zhaolu clan," interjects the woman on the right, eager to underscore their family's eminence. However, you choose not to acknowledge her, instead keeping your focus fixed upon Lady Lanfen. "The Zhaolu clan commands a prominent station within the upper echelons of society, renowned for their prodigious wealth. Thus, it is but natural for the Hongying clan to extend their respectful regard."

Your countenance remains tranquil and poised, steadfastly refusing to be ensnared in their trifling game of one-upmanship. Beneath your dignified façade, a discerning gleam flickers within your eyes. You apprehend their envy and their desperate endeavors to undermine your standing, yet you steadfastly maintain your course. For you are the maestro of subtlety and elegance, adept at deftly navigating the intricate labyrinth of high society.

The resounding laughter of the trio permeates the air, resonating through the grand hall, while you, undeterred, maintain your calm presence, allowing them to revel in their own amusement. However, as their laughter gradually subsides, you seize the opportune moment to reclaim the spotlight.

"Indeed, the Zhaolu clan commands attention," you begin, your voice infused with a hint of intrigue. "Yet, Lady Lanfen, your previous words betray an undercurrent of discontentment, despite the considerable wealth and honor you so proudly alluded to. Is there, perchance, a void within your esteemed lineage that leaves you dissatisfied?"

A hushed silence envelops the trio, their eyes widening in disbelief, particularly Lanfen, whose fan gradually unveils a portion of her face. They stand there, rendered speechless, incapable of offering even a single retort to your pointed inquiry.

Simulating astonishment, you bring your fingertips to your lips, the gesture conveying a semblance of concern for this seemingly contemptible woman. "How distressing!" you exclaim, your tone laced with feigned sympathy. "If there be aught you lack, rest assured that the Hongying clan stands prepared to assist. Simply articulate your desires, and it would bring me immense pleasure to aid one whose yearnings remain insatiable and elusive."

A smile dances upon your lips, its warmth extending to your eyes. The three of them remain frozen, their incredulity palpable as they behold you.

"Well then, I shall take my leave, granting you the freedom to indulge in your own pursuits. Lady Lanfen, bear in mind that my offer remains open. Should you seek my company, do not hesitate to visit our estate. Until then, if you would kindly excuse me."

Despite your limited regard for their company, you bestow upon them a courteous bow before gracefully departing, leaving them frozen in their tracks, akin to statues carved in marble. A triumphant smirk graces your countenance, for you possess an intimate understanding of the intricacies of nobility and their unspoken language. You are well-versed in the art of sarcasm, hyperbole, and the subtle means by which one can diminish another's stature.

Should they dare to reveal their true colors, you will not hesitate to counter with equal measure. In a society where the feeble are trampled and the resolute emerge triumphant, it becomes imperative to fight for one's own preservation. And fight you shall, utilizing every weapon at your disposal, even their own stratagems, to secure your place among the elite.

For you are a virtuoso of manipulation, a mastermind of social maneuvering, poised to navigate the treacherous waters of this realm with consummate finesse and steadfast determination.

The balcony becomes your sanctuary, a refuge from the stifling ambiance that saturates the opulent hall. Grateful for this brief escape, you find peace in the serene solitude it offers, granting respite from the prying gazes and ceaseless conversations within. With each measured step you take toward the edge, a subtle shake of your head betrays a flicker of disdain crossing your countenance. The encounter with the trio of young women, particularly the daughter of the illustrious Zhaolu clan, lingers in your thoughts, serving as a stark reminder that peace and tranquility are luxuries rarely afforded in the confines of this society.

Lost in contemplation, you stand upon the balcony for but a few fleeting minutes before an unwelcome presence disrupts your fragile solitude. An inward sigh escapes you, as you realize that true tranquility is often elusive in a place as bustling as this. It seems an inevitability that others will invade your peace, heedless of your desires. Perhaps it was an unwise decision to linger here, foolishly yearning for a momentary respite from the ceaseless liveliness. You ponder the prospect of retreating to a more secluded refuge, far removed from prying eyes and intrusive interruptions that persistently mar your every attempt to find solace.

"Ah, Lady (Name), you're here as well?" 

Lord Yichen, the esteemed heir of the notable Feng clan, steps onto the balcony, his arrival instantly capturing your attention. Memories of past encounters with him flood your mind, fleeting moments when the matriarch would include you in intimate gatherings, immersing you in the world of nobility. Engaging in discussions on the intricate affairs of the aristocratic class, you carefully maintained a respectful distance, skillfully withdrawing before matters escalated. A firm boundary had been drawn, guiding your path as you charted your course and evaded unnecessary entanglements.

Extending a graceful bow, you address him with utmost respect. "Lord Yichen, I bid you greetings. Pray, might I inquire about the purpose of your presence here?"

With measured steps, he draws near, his movements deliberate and purposeful. Taking his place by your side, his gaze fixated upon the captivating vista ahead, capturing the serenity of the landscape. The wind, a gentle whisper, orchestrates a tender dance, causing the leaves to sway in a soft symphony.

"Merely seeking a breath of fresh air," he replies, a warm smile gracing his countenance before his attention returns to the captivating panorama.

A tranquil silence descends, wrapping around the two of you, uninterrupted by any sounds save for the gentle murmurs of the wind and the delicate rustle of leaves. Neither feels compelled to break the stillness, content to bask in the profound serenity that surrounds you. Drained from earlier encounters that demanded your social capacity, you yearn for this respite, embracing the silence as if it were a soothing elixir for your weary soul. Above, the moon stands as a steadfast companion, casting its delicate glow upon the balcony, offering solace amidst the tempestuous world that lies behind.

You steal a fleeting glance at Yichen, his countenance bathed in the glow of the moonlight, his raven locks swaying gently in the nocturnal breeze. Serenity radiates from him, as if he were a manifestation of the tranquil night itself. The moon's gentle touch casts a soft luminescence upon his features, accentuating the azure depths of his eyes.

Grateful for his unobtrusive presence, you silently appreciate the solace of the moment, both of you ensconced in the hush of the frigid night. Memories resurface, reminding you that the Feng clan has been in pursuit of a suitable union for Yichen. During your previous encounter with his family, their aspirations for him to wed and assume his father's mantle as the clan's head had been openly discussed. Rumors had swirled regarding his encounters with daughters from esteemed lineages, as he searched for the woman who would become his betrothed. Yet, the outcome of his search remained a mystery to you.

Interrupting the stillness, Yichen's voice pierces the silence. "By the way, Lady (Name), allow me to extend my congratulations on your impending union with General Jing Yuan."

"Thank you. It was indeed a rather unexpected development, was it not?" you reply, a note of surprise interwoven within your words.

A chuckle escapes Yichen's lips as he nods in agreement. "Indeed. Our previous encounter did not suggest that you were already spoken for."

Recollections flood your mind, transporting you back to that gathering, where the topic of your engagement had not yet surfaced.

"Yes, I remember," you respond, a touch of wistfulness lingering in your voice.

Yichen's subsequent words catch you off guard as he muses, "Forgive me for entertaining the notion that you might have been among the candidates I considered."

You pause, blinking in surprise, but quickly regain your poise. You comprehend his perspective, acknowledging that in the world of nobility, unions between distinguished families are commonplace. It is only natural for him to have contemplated such a possibility.

"No," you reply honestly, your gaze returning to the captivating view before you. "Such alliances between influential clans are customary. Given the eminence and sway of your family, it is to be expected that you would be pledged to another lineage of comparable stature. I understand why you might have entertained the thought."

A smile graces Yichen's lips, relief evident in his visage. "I appreciate your understanding. I momentarily harbored concerns that you might perceive it in a negative light."

"Nonsense," you dismiss his worries, your voice resonating with conviction. "Only a fool would fail to apprehend the intricacies of high society and its convolutions."

Laughter cascades through the air, a harmonious symphony that accompanies the effortless flow of conversation between you and Yichen. He reveals glimpses of his life as the acting head of the Feng clan, delving into the lessons imparted by his father on the intricate management of their vast estate and the myriad affairs that accompany their prestigious standing. His sphere of responsibility extends beyond the area of investments, encompassing the auspicious commission that demands their involvement. Acknowledging the weight of his duty, he expresses his determination to navigate it with sagacity and prudence.

Attentively, you absorb his words, immersing yourself in the narrative of his experiences, while guarding your own secrets closely. For you, solace lies in the realm of detachment, where personal matters remain veiled in shadows. Your focus remains steadfast on the missions entrusted to you. Once this engagement is concluded, you envision vanishing into the obscurity of the unknown, bidding farewell to Xianzhou Luofu and embarking on a fresh journey, perhaps even transcending worlds.

"Lady (Name)," a familiar voice, velvety and resonant, interjects the lively exchange between you and Yichen. Both of you pivot, directing your gazes toward Jing Yuan, who stands by the glass door, an expression of bewilderment etched upon his countenance. His eyes dart between you and Yichen, seeking answers. Yichen, with a respectful bow, acknowledges the General's presence, his lips curling into a cordial smile. In turn, Jing Yuan responds with a subtle upturn of his lips, reciprocating the gesture before refocusing his attention on you.

"I have been searching for you, and here you are," Jing Yuan states as he approaches, his commanding stature casting a shadow over your smaller form.

Sensing the necessity for privacy, Yichen gracefully excuses himself, bidding you a friendly smile. "I shall leave you two to your conversation. It has been a pleasure engaging with you, Lady (Name). Once again, I offer my heartfelt congratulations on your betrothal. May the blessings of the Aeons be bestowed upon you and General Jing Yuan."

"It has been a delightful exchange indeed. May your night be filled with serenity, Lord Yichen," you bid him farewell, cherishing the fleeting connection forged amidst the complexities of noble existence.

With a graceful bow, Yichen begins to depart from the balcony, deftly closing the glass doors behind him and drawing the scarlet curtains to shield the intimate space from prying eyes within.

You raise your gaze, meeting Jing Yuan's enigmatic amber eyes, a flicker of confusion evident in your expression. "Is there something you require of me?"

Jing Yuan holds your gaze for a brief moment before responding to your inquiry. "I had concluded my interactions with my subordinates and sought your presence, but you were nowhere to be found."

A hint of surprise colors your features as you blink, absorbing his words. "I sought solitude on the balcony, desiring a brief respite from attending to the other guests. I yearned for a moment of reprieve."

"I see... Perhaps I have interrupted your solitude then? If that is the case, I shall gladly withdraw, allowing you to reclaim your tranquility," Jing Yuan offers with genuine consideration.

You shake your head, dismissing his assumption. "No, you have not disturbed me. Furthermore, I have not been alone since my arrival on the balcony due to Lord Yichen's presence."

Jing Yuan's visage remains inscrutable, his calm demeanor radiating a sense of composed assurance. "May I inquire about the nature of your conversation? If you are comfortable sharing, that is."

You pause, his question capturing your attention. Sensing his genuine curiosity, you gather your thoughts before responding. "We spoke of his experiences as the acting clan head. We had crossed paths previously during a small social gathering. It came to my knowledge that his family has been actively seeking a suitable candidate for his betrothal since then."

Jing Yuan maintains his position, leaning against the balcony railing, his arms resting comfortably upon it. "Hmm, until now?"

"Yes, he presumed I might be a potential candidate, considering my lack of engagement at that time," you respond, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of your lips.

Jing Yuan chuckles softly, his eyes glimmering with mirth. "Ah, that was during the period when I was still refusing your clan’s proposals," he remarks, his voice hinting with fond recollection.

You nod, acknowledging the truth in his words. "Indeed. Lord Yichen's assumption wasn't entirely unwarranted."

"Well, I can hardly blame him," you added, your tone filled with understanding. "Given our status and the reputation of the Hongying clan, it would have been a favorable alliance. However, fate has taken an unexpected turn, and surprising news has spread throughout Luofu."

There's a moment of silence as the two of you gaze ahead, contemplating the twists and turns of destiny.

"It is indeed surprising," Jing Yuan stated, amused.

"Of course, it is.” Now you whip your head to face him. "Even your acquaintances and associates are taken aback by your sudden acceptance of a marriage proposal from someone you barely know."

A gentle laugh escapes Jing Yuan's lips. "Nothing remains stagnant, Lady (Name). You are well aware of my reasons, are you not?"

"Hmm, is that truly your sole reason?" you question with curiosity.

A fleeting glimmer dances in Jing Yuan's eyes, and a small upturn appears at the corner of his mouth. "Do you suspect I have another motive hidden beneath the surface?"

You avert your gaze, exhaling softly through your nose. "Unclear. That is why I posed the question. If I already knew the answer, I would not have asked in the first place, would I?"

His lips contorted, stretching into a smile that held a flicker of amusement lingering within his eyes. In that enigmatic moment, he seemed to revel in the cryptic nature of your conversations. Reluctantly, you decided to let him be, your wariness preventing you from delving deeper into the labyrinth of his mind. Past encounters had only left you with more questions, as each answer he offered seemed to be accompanied by yet another enigma.

"I shall allow you to draw your own conclusions," he uttered, his voice carrying an air of aloofness. The weight of his words hung in the air, mingling with your sigh of resignation. It became clear that any attempt to extract clarity from him would only lead to further frustration. He remained a puzzle piece that refused to fit snugly into the grand picture.

"May I pose a question? Do you happen to possess a smartphone, which would facilitate our communication with convenience?" He inquired politely. You raised an eyebrow, beckoning your attention. 

Shaking your head, curiosity piqued by his sudden shift in topic, you replied, "Regrettably, I do not possess such a device."

The powers that be, the clan heads who held you captive, had denied you access to the luxuries of modern technology. Possessing a smartphone would undoubtedly raise suspicions and endanger your precarious position.

"How unfortunate," he sighed, his tone dripping with disappointment. "It shall prove arduous to reach you if I am unable to visit you at your estate."

His genuine concern puzzled you, causing your eyebrows to knit together in confusion. "You need not fret," you reassured him, sincerity coloring your voice. "Take your time, and should circumstances permit, we can engage in conversations that span an entire day."

A momentary pause filled the space between you, his silence implying there was more to be said. "Indeed," he finally murmured, his voice lowered to a hushed tone. "But... I prefer to talk with you, even from afar. It serves as my way of checking on the well-being of my betrothed."

The revelation caught you off guard, unexpected and tender. The complexities of his emotions unfurled before you, like delicate petals swaying in the wind. His desire to maintain a connection, to ensure the welfare of his beloved, transcended physical proximity.

You pause, taking a moment to observe Jing Yuan beneath the ethereal glow of the moon. His eyes flicker with a captivating allure, their depths hinting at a wealth of mysteries yet to be unraveled. The customary smile etched upon his countenance remains unwavering, radiating an enigmatic charm that entices your senses. His arms rest casually upon the barricades, his posture relaxed, as he gazes intently at you with a glimmer of amusement dancing within his eyes. Sensing a growing unease encroaching upon your being, you quickly avert your gaze, not willing to be further ensnared by his captivating presence.

"Well, patience is indeed a virtue, Jing Yuan," you retorted, your voice composed and steady, effectively breaking the encroaching awkwardness that threatened to engulf both of you. Your words carry a subtle undercurrent of playful defiance, as you strive to assert your own position amidst the enigmatic aura enveloping him.

"If that be the case, then I have long been acquainted with such virtue over the span of previous centuries," he responds, his tone laced with jest. "Hence, the need for further practice eludes me, for I have already attained mastery in the art of patience over an extended duration."

Your raised eyebrow indicates your incredulity at his confident proclamation. His words echo with a sense of timelessness, hinting at an existence that extends far beyond mortal comprehension. However, you choose not to dwell upon it, dismissing the enigmatic nature of his being, at least for the time being.

"Well, that is indeed fortunate," you remark, a glimmer of wry amusement present in your voice. "Nevertheless, it would behoove us to return, lest our sudden disappearance sparks a search party."

"We shall," he concurs. "For tonight, we are the luminaries of this grand affair, are we not?"

A soft snort escapes your lips, as the tension dissipates, carried away by the lightness of the moment. "Yes. We are indeed the shining stars of this night," you reply, savoring the shared connection and the intrigue that envelops the two of you.

With an unspoken understanding, the two of you make your way back to the grand halls, where the festivities are in full swing. As you rejoin the revelry, the air becomes infused with laughter, music, and the unmistakable energy of celebration. You and Jing Yuan seamlessly blend back into the tapestry of merriment, your enigmatic encounter under the moonlight becoming yet another thread in the rich fabric of the night's festivities.

join my taglist!

taglist:

@96jnie @just-a-fuegoleon-fangirl

#honkai star rail #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #jing yuan fanfic #star rail #jing yuan x you #hsr jing yuan

[nomacam]

Seungmin: The Heartfelt Voice of K-pop

In the kaleidoscopic world of K-pop, there shines a beacon of melodic magic, none other than Stray Kids' vocal virtuoso, Seungmin. With his celestial vocals, boundless charisma, and unwavering dedication to his craft, Seungmin has carved a special place in the hearts of fans worldwide, captivating audiences with his soul-stirring performances and heartfelt sincerity. As an ardent admirer of Seungmin, I am thrilled to pay tribute to his extraordinary talent and the profound impact he has had on the world of K-pop and the lives of fans everywhere.

From the moment he graced the stage as a trainee to his current role as an indispensable member of Stray Kids, Seungmin has enchanted audiences with his ethereal vocals and magnetic stage presence. His journey is a testament to his boundless talent, relentless work ethic, and unwavering passion for music, inspiring fans to pursue their dreams with courage and determination.

As a vocalist, Seungmin possesses a voice that transcends the realms of the ordinary, weaving tales of love, longing, and hope with each soul-stirring note. Whether he's delivering haunting ballads or electrifying anthems, Seungmin's vocals never fail to leave a lasting impression, touching the hearts of fans and earning him praise as one of the industry's most captivating vocalists.

Beyond his vocal prowess, Seungmin is also celebrated for his warm personality, genuine humility, and deep connection with fans. Through his heartfelt interactions on social media, sincere messages, and genuine appreciation for fans, he has fostered a strong sense of camaraderie and support within the fandom, creating a welcoming and inclusive community where fans feel valued, heard, and understood.

In addition to his musical talents, Seungmin is also admired for his versatility and dedication to his craft. Whether he's dazzling audiences with his dynamic dance moves, showcasing his acting skills in music videos, or honing his craft as a songwriter, Seungmin approaches each challenge with enthusiasm and determination, continually pushing the boundaries of his artistry and inspiring fans to do the same.

As a fan, Seungmin has left an indelible mark on my life, inspiring me to embrace my passions, pursue my dreams with determination, and never lose sight of my true self. His melodic magic, unwavering positivity, and genuine love for his craft serve as a constant source of inspiration and motivation, reminding me to persevere in the face of adversity and never give up on my aspirations.

In the vibrant world of K-pop, there are few artists who can capture hearts with their voice and charm quite like Seungmin. As a member of Stray Kids, Seungmin has carved out a special place for himself, not just as a talented singer and dancer, but also as a beloved personality with a heartwarming presence.

One of the first things that fans notice about Seungmin is his voice. Often described as honey-like, his vocals have a soothing quality that can instantly uplift your mood. Whether he's hitting high notes with ease or delivering emotional ballads, Seungmin's voice has a way of resonating with listeners, making them feel a deep connection to the music.

But Seungmin's talents extend far beyond his vocals. As a skilled dancer, he brings energy and precision to every performance, adding an extra layer of excitement to Stray Kids' dynamic choreography. His stage presence is undeniable, commanding attention with his charisma and natural grace.

Offstage, Seungmin is known for his warm and caring personality. Fans often describe him as the "mom" of the group, thanks to his nurturing nature and his ability to take care of others. Whether he's offering words of encouragement to his fellow members or interacting with fans, Seungmin always leaves a lasting impression with his kindness and sincerity.

Another aspect of Seungmin that fans appreciate is his versatility. Not only is he a talented singer and dancer, but he's also a skilled musician. Seungmin plays the guitar and piano, adding a personal touch to his performances and showcasing his musical prowess.

In addition to his musical talents, Seungmin is also known for his sense of humor and playful personality. He's often seen joking around with his fellow members, showing off his comedic timing and ability to lighten the mood. His infectious laughter is enough to bring a smile to anyone's face.

But perhaps what makes Seungmin truly special is his dedication to his craft and his fans. Despite his young age, he approaches his work with a level of maturity and professionalism that is truly admirable. Whether he's practicing for a performance or interacting with fans on social media, Seungmin always gives his all, showing just how much he values and appreciates the love and support of his fans.

In conclusion, Seungmin is not just a talented artist, but a shining example of kindness, humility, and passion. His voice is a beacon of warmth in the world of K-pop, and his presence is a reminder of the power of music to connect people from all walks of life. As he continues to grow and evolve as an artist, there's no doubt that Seungmin will continue to capture hearts and inspire others with his talent and spirit.

#kpop #skz #skz stay #stray kids #skz seungmin #seungmin #appreciation post