#danica oppress

[justalittletomato]

Give the girl a blueberry 🫐 to snack on. She won’t bite too hard…

#star wars #star wars oc #baby tomato #zabrak oc #danica #danica oppress #clouds oc #clouds art

[pecadosarepiling]

How did Dani end up at the Lounge?

While yes her dear Seilos is also a patron there, he was not the one to introduce to the Zabrak beauty to the others.

@storm89 @pixiestookourstardust @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @gran-maul-seizure @stardustbee

No, this began when Danica in search of knowledge and with a clever knack of sneaking into places sat in on the lectures of one Professor Vorka’adan, to no surprise one of the only Chiss members of the faculty. A hue of blue that reminded her of ocean water and black hair with a distinct streak of gray. Danica always glanced towards him. A set of glasses always perched about his nose. He was handsome Dancia admitted to herself, then again she did have a penchant for eyeing Chiss.

His classes were small, however the lecture halls were more than abundant in their space, Danica took to hiding away in the back. Scribbling away notes. She listened with great interest to what the Chiss Professor had to share. Oh how envious she was of the enrolled students…

She was found out at the end of the second week.

“This is not one of the courses that could be audited, Miss.” it was another of the students who more or less sneered at the zabrak. “Professor, you have a unneeded guest.”

Danica glared at the student who walked past with a triumphant smile.

The Professor walked over as Danica stepped out, discovered she was. “Miss I fear we must ask you…”

He looked at her, he had met Irodians…but this young woman. Bright red and with even darker red markings upon her face. A arrangement horns underneath soft curls, he would claim it was more as if she had a ivory crown. She was lovely…

“I meant no harm.” She apologies in Chenuh. Her voice was like velvet. Smooth and alluring.

“You speak Chenuh!” His gaze softened. A beauty and versed in such a language?

She smiles gently, “ A friend taught me…I do apologize sir, I just wanted to hear more. I know it’s not allowed but i just wanted to know.” She showed him her notes. Beautiful written and with annotations and questions all arranged. Truly a scholar. He dare say she would make a great assistant and of course a note taker for the advanced courses.

He would not wish to deprive such a hungry mind but rules were rules.

“You could enroll the next semester.” He attempted. “It’s too late for you to enroll at this time.”

Her smile cast into a frown, “ I am not a student here.”

“That’s very unfortunate.”

Her frown lingered and she took the notebook, “ Thank you Professor, it was nice while it lasted.”

“Wait miss…”

She turned back from the doorway, eyes bright and hopeful, “ perhaps you can be the class note taker…enrollment would not be required.”

She smile at that, a little half smile that set the day right.

“Well then if it’s possible I should introduce myself, Miss Danica Oppress.”

——

The student who had so confidently discovered Danica was stunned to see the young woman seated in front. How?!

“Everyone, Miss Oppress will be our class notetaker, do not assume that means you are excused from taking notes yourselves. She is doing so in behalf of student accommodations, but should you have a question it is likely she has it written down. “

Danica shot the student a smirk before giving everyone else a sweet smile.

“Oh she’s a cute one.”

“Hello Miss Oppress…”

—-

“Two of your students already asked me out.” She told him as she turned in a copy of the notes. Impeccable work.

“My they work fast.”

“Poor things were so disappointed to learn I’m married.” She said nonchalantly turning to a new page for notes.

“You’re married.” He repeated, trying not to let disappointment cloud it.

“I can say I’m married…” she said with a sigh.

Troubles marriage? What could it be?

“Should you ever feel want to share I’m here to listen.”

—-

Their relationship was steady, a flourishing friendship that consisted of deep discussions Over the lecture material as well as a bottle of wine decanted so the two could vent.

Ka’adan had learned much about Danica and not much at all. The biggest being…she could say she was married but that was the extent.

A fool to leave her. That was what he gathered.

He gave a comforting chat and a shoulder for her to rest on.

—-

It was a vintage wine and enthralling discussion over the literature that lead to a less than planned moment of passion.

Neither resisted and before they could stop themselves their clothes were all about Ka’-Adans office. Danica moaned as she was bent over his desk.

The sound of the desk scrapping slightly against the floor was telling…

He was atop her. Kissing her shoulders and thrusting his hips.

Friends with benefits became the term they used.

—-

It was after this encounter that Ka’adan learned that Danica’s appetite for the flesh was very much in need.

Take notes. Review. A drink sometimes, having a good bout of sex and call it a afternoon….

It was a fine arrangement…

“Really why don’t you enroll?” He has wanted to ask as she seemed to have no qualms about faculty.

“Tuition…rent…” a shy look, “ I’m trying to get funds.” A blush. “The holonet is lucrative.”

It took him only a few moments to realize what she meant. He felt only slightly ashamed to look it up later. Truly lucrative…

“ I can help, a scholarship for someone like you would be helpful.”

She knew he meant her previous academics, the Star pupil, always rivaling that boy he hears so much about, Ava, she would say with such sorrow.

A first love?

She geared toward humor, “ Oh Ka’adan I don’t think giving professors good blowjobs would suffice for a academic scholarship.”

The Chiss blushes purple, “ Danica! You know very well I don’t mean that.”

She laughed, “I know I know.”

He sighed, “ I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”

She smiles at him, thank you on her lips.

——

“Here..” a box is presented to her, it’s contents have her gasping. A beautiful blue Satin gown….

“You shouldn’t have!”

“If you wish you can wear it tonight. There’s a place I want to take you too.” Ka’adaan waits as she prepares. As he knew it she looked beautiful beyond compare.

“Ah black tie? Truly you are spoiling me tonight .”

—-

The Lounge was all it was referred to, with a non descript building entrance and a elevator to take you to the main lobby. Danica was in awe. As if walking past in time. The art deco of gold elements and fan designs on the walls.

Where was Ka’adan taking her?

“Welcome Vorka’adan, we have been expecting you. Is this your guest you’ve been mentioning?” The host asked.

Danica felt her jaw drop slightly, another chiss?

“Yes, Awen this is Miss Danica. I suspect the other guests are here?”

“Yes right this way.”

—

A set of ornate doors and Danica is transported far away into a lounge. Glamor and the grandeur of the decor had her taken back. It was also the guests that had her mesermized…the familiar red eyes glowing and shades of blue all about. They dined and chatted at luxurious booths. Delicate glasses set upon tables…

“Everyone here is chiss?!” She whispered.

“Well mostly…there’s some special guests that are regulars. Possibly if you like tonight maybe even you?”

She glanced everywhere. Thankful for the dark red of her skin. A blush was bubbling. So many handsome chiss…

“Come along, there’s some Id like for you to meet.”

—-

To say the meeting was a triumph was an understatement. Danica was dazzling the guests with her perfect use of Chenuh and challenging more than one chiss to a debate.

“Ka’adan, truly did not do you justice. We thought he made you up!”

“I must admit Miss Oppress you are truly a gem.”

Danica was giddy. Getting compliments and praise from the group of Chiss. It did not help that she also continued to have champagne. The delicate flute emptying once more and her flirting becoming more and more heavy.

Danica started innocently, and with more champagne her flirtations becoming more pronounced.

She could not help it…surrounded by so many. A hand on her knee, she moved up to her thigh. She pouted her lips to tempt a kiss and she giggled when one kissed her cheek.

“ Kaadan mentioned you needed some help? We may be able to help if you like Miss…”

Her buzzed brain realized what was being proposed….

“Only if you want and with only your full consent.”

Danica should feel some sort of guilt, something akin to regret…but no. Nothing of the sort occurred…

She counted. 1. 2. 3 and 4 counting Kaadan.

“I’ll record, if you wish.” Kaadan proposed.

Danica counted again. 1 . 2 .3

—-

Private rooms in the Lounge told Danica that this place was more than a dinner and bar and it’s patrons spared no expense….

—

She was kissed deeply as two others removed her clothes. She moaned as they touched her and explored her.

“You’ve brought us a goddess.”

Danica blushed, “ Well if that’s so, I should be worshipped like one.”

—-

One cock deep in her cunt. Another she sucked off. The third happily being handled.

Danica was thrilled. All her nerves aflame and the second of many orgasms starting to rise.

“Stars, how can one only have you once?”

Danica thrilled in that, and rolled her hips causing the chiss to groan. “ Ahh you minx.”

—-

She lost track on how many times she was passed around, she just happily accepted being filled with a cock throughout the night…

She awoke refreshed and on clean sheets. A tray of breakfast set on the bed and a vase of 3 red roses.

Kaadan arrived with a cup of coffee.

Danica couldn’t look him in the eye, “ I don’t know what came over me.”

“Desires of the flesh…”

She blushed harder, “ to such a extent.”

“Well Miss Danica, your desires are others…” he handed her data pad. Danicas eyes widened…so many credits…

Not enough for tuition but not a bad start, “your performance on the holonet, is indeed lucrative.”

Danica considered it, “ If I continue I could make tuition…and probably also if more I could ensure my expenses are taken care of…and books…even rent…”

She blushed and looked to Ka’adan, “ would it be alright if I could be your guest again?”

“My dear Danica, the Lounge already welcomes you as a honorary member…”

And so her time at the Lounge began…

#smut #adult danica #dancia only wants chiss men 😂 #adult dancia oppress #Danica x blue crew

[markjohnsusi08]

CONTACT INFORMATION

Susi, Mark John Macapagal

Sta Lucia Phs1 Magalang Pampanga

Philippines

([phone]

[email protected]

DRAMA/SCRIPT

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS

Cast of Characters

Mark: Mark is a sensitive and observant character who has a deep emotional connection with Danica. He is nostalgic, adventurous, and expresses vulnerability. Their love remains unfulfilled, leading to heartbreak.

Danica: Danica is an observant and poetic character who shares a deep connection with Mark. She represents a forbidden love that remains unfulfilled, leaving Mark longing for her presence.

TIME AND SETTINGS

TIME

- Daily Night

- Daytime (when Mark and Danica traverse the village)

- Dusk

- Darkness (when Mark explores the forest)

- Dawn (as the story concludes)

SETTINGS - A serene village nestled amidst verdant hills

- Cobblestone streets

- The outskirts of the village

- An ancient oak tree on the edge of the forest

- The forest, shrouded in mystery

- Danica's home

- Empty streets of the village

SYPNOSIS

In this poignant story, Mark and Danica share a deep connection and unspoken feelings. As they reminisce about their past adventures, the oppressive heat of the sun and the beauty of the sky serve as metaphors for their emotions. Mark's exploration of the mysterious forest, guided by the lingering scent of Danica, highlights their profound bond. The contrast between the rough bark of a tree and the smoothness of Danica's skin symbolizes their unique qualities. The memory of Danica's cooking brings solace to Mark in the darkness. However, their forbidden love is tragically unfulfilled, as Mark's cries echo through the village, filled with longing. The story ends with Mark wandering through empty streets, carrying the weight of their lost love, destined to remain forever unfulfilled.

MARK: Danica, this silence is deafening, like a cacophony of whispers drowning out the world. (Oxymoron)

DANICA: (gazing into the distance) Mark, look at the sky—the colors bleed into each other like a watercolor painting, each hue blending seamlessly yet distinctly. (Visual)

DANICA: (grinning) Mark, remember when we used to chase fireflies in these very streets?

MARK: (chuckling) How could I forget? You were always the one with the keen eye, Danica.

[As they reminisce, the sun beats down upon them, its warmth enveloping their friendship in a comforting embrace.]

[Cut to a pivotal moment:]

[The sun hangs high in the sky, casting long shadows across the village. Danica and Mark find themselves seeking refuge beneath the shade of an ancient oak tree on the outskirts of the forest.]

MARK: (wiping sweat from his brow) It feels like the sun is burning a hole right through me. (Thermal)

DANICA: (nodding) The heat is oppressive, like an unyielding force pressing down on us. (Understatement)

[Their conversation takes a poignant turn, their words heavy with unspoken feelings.]

MARK: Danica, do you ever feel like there's something more between us? Something deeper than friendship?

DANICA: (her gaze softening) Sometimes, Mark. It's as if our souls are intertwined, bound by an invisible thread that connects us in ways we can't comprehend. (Metaphor)

[Their hearts beat in unison, the silence between them pregnant with unspoken desires.]

[As the day wears on, Mark ventures into the forest, the shadows growing longer as dusk approaches.]

MARK: (voiceover, his footsteps muffled by fallen leaves) The forest beckons, its depths shrouded in mystery like a veil of secrets waiting to be unveiled. (Simile)

[Cut to Mark exploring the darkened forest, the rustle of leaves and distant calls of woodland creatures creating an eerie symphony.]

MARK: (startled) What was that? Rawa! A wild animal, perhaps? (Auditory)

[His senses heightened, Mark's nostrils flare as he catches a scent on the breeze—a tantalizing mixture of sampaguita and tulips, reminiscent of Danica's presence. (Olfactory)]

MARK: (inhaling deeply) It's like Danica's essence lingering in the air, a whisper of her touch amidst the darkness. (Personification)

[Lost in the shadows, Mark's fingertips brush against the rough bark of a tree, its texture a stark contrast to the smoothness of Danica's skin. (Tactile)]

MARK: (whispering) Just like her—strong yet gentle, grounded yet reaching for the sky.

[As hunger gnaws at his stomach, Mark's thoughts turn to Danica's cooking, the memory of her delicious meals offering solace in the darkness. (Gustatory)]

MARK: (savoring the memory) Danica's cooking always warmed my heart, filling me with a sense of home.

[Suddenly, a sound pierces the silence—the groaning of a tree, its branches twisting and contorting in the fading light.]

MARK: (startled) Is that... the tree? Screaming? (Euphemism)

[His heart racing, Mark emerges from the forest, the distant glow of Danica's home guiding his steps.]

MARK: (calling out) Danica! It's me, Mark. I've returned.

[But as he reaches out to embrace her, his arms find only empty air, a cruel reminder of their forbidden love.]

MARK: (his voice breaking) Danica...?

[His cries echo through the village, a lament that reverberates through the night, like a haunting melody of longing. (Hyperbole)]

MARK: (voice filled with anguish) No... No, this can't be happening.

[As dawn breaks, Mark wanders through the empty streets, his heart heavy with the weight of their lost love—a love doomed to remain forever unfulfilled.]

[End scene.]

#DRAMA/SCRIPT

[celtposting-klepto]

Essential Reading for Would-Be Druids

(ESSENTIAL) Tao Te Ching, by Lao Tzu, The Book of the Way, translated by Stephen Mitchell

Fair Folk podcast, by Danica Boyce

(ESSENTIAL) Celtic Myth and Religion by Sharon Paice McCleod, of the Gaels

(ESSENTIAL) Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer of the Potawatomi and Anishinaabe

The Book of the Great Queen, by Morpheus Ravenna, Priestess of the Phantom Queen

The Invisibles, by Grant Morrison (they/them)

(ESSENTIAL) Pedagogy of the Oppressed by Paolo Friere

Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler

The Irish to English Dictionary by Rev. Paul S. Dineen

Bluirini Bealodis podcast

The Harp, The Cauldron, and the Club, by Rev. Lora O'Brien

Pagan Anarchism by Christopher Scott Thompson, priest of Lady Brigid

The Sabbath by Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

The Art of War, by Sun Tzu

Gender and Transgender in Modern Paganism

(ESSENTIAL) Caliban and the Witch by Silvia Federeci

(ESSENTIAL) How the Irish Became White by Noel Ignatiev

[luxekook]

RESPECT ✩ namgi

✩ as part of @btswritingcafe​‘s mots: 7 collab ✩

✩ pairing: king namjoon x witch reader x king yoongi

✩ genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, angst, smut, fluff, a sprinkle of crack

✩ summary: in a land where the only openly acceptable magic is intrinsic soulmate bonds, what is a lowly witch to do when she is called upon by not just one king but two?

✩ word count: 7.1k

✩ warnings: 18+, cursing, magic, societal oppression, mention of snakes, reader has hella trust issues, begging, general cheesy fluff, smut [dom!reader, dom!namjoon, switch!yoongi, threesome (duh), throne sex (yuh), yoongi gets taken to paris and then the reader gets double teamed (aka double penetration)]

✩ beta’d by: the MAGNIFICENT phia @meowxyoong​

✩ banner by: the ILLUSTRIOUS danica @dee-ehn​

Magic danced at your fingertips as you summoned ingredients from the shelves behind you. You had been brewing this potion for hours - a tedious and tumultuous process that always accompanied the crafting of wolfsbane. It was a badly kept secret that you supplied the temporary suppressant along with a variety of other magical remedies, spells, and an occasional curse or two. 

There were - of course - limits on what you would provide. You did not take too kindly to townspeople that asked for dark spells or soulmate switches. Your fellow magical and supernatural folk in the kingdom of Meridian were ostracized enough as it was by the majority of the wealthier classes. To add on to your bad reputation would be a foolish endeavor.

Magic - it seemed - was a poor man’s trade. Why would the rich deign to ask for help from lowly witches and warlocks when they had access to the best doctors, the furthest overseas markets, and the fattest bank accounts? The occasional upper class individual would stray from the norm and enter your shop, but that was a rarity. And thank god it was.

The rich and the royals often feared what they did not understand – whether it be foreign powers, lower class revolts, or magical beings. For centuries, supernaturals like yourself clung to the outer rim of the kingdom out of necessity. Some who were able to pass as human lived closer to the castle at the center of the kingdom; but, you had long since lost your cover, choosing to openly use your powers for good and for a source of income. 

While the two current rulers had lifted the outright ban on supernaturals and magical beings a few years ago, centuries of prejudice and trepidation could not be quickly unlearned. 

It always struck you as ironic how easily the magic of soulmates was accepted, but a simple spell of healing, for example, was not. Perhaps the acceptance of soulmate magic was out of the longevity of its presence or the necessity of its inevitability - perhaps a combination of the two. You were taught from a young age that soulmate bonds felt like a welcomed tether to another person - a connection celebrated and cherished. And, in most cases, that rang true.

However, you knew too much to hope for a soulmate of your own, having heard too many stories from your fellow magic wielders. You knew all too much about the severance of soulmate bonds and the pain that accompanied the process – the pain that never left. 

Obviously, you were downright terrified of finding your soulmate and the almost certain rejection that would follow over the mere fact you were a witch. You would stick to your spells and your potions, thank you very much. 

Giving the wolfsbane one final stir, you reached for the empty bottle next to your cauldron, only to be interrupted by a thumping knock on the thick wood of your front door. Sighing, you set down the bottle and doused the flames beneath your finished brew with a flick of your hand. 

Turning to the door, you cast a quick reveal-spell at the dividing barrier between you and the newcomers. The magic dripped down the door, erasing it from your sight. 

Kim Taehyung waited expectantly on the other side, body practically vibrating with anticipation. You rolled your eyes. That boy always carried way too much energy with him. He pounded again on your door. You smirked, it always seemed funny when visitors would continue to knock on what was - for you - an invisible barrier. 

You waved the spell away with another wave of your palm. Pulling open the door, you failed to get a word in before you were swept into a giant hug. “(Y/n)!” Taehyung bellowed in your ear while he swung you around.

“Tae,” You wheezed, “Can’t. Breathe.”

The werewolf let you stand on your feet once more. “How is my favorite witch?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.

You sighed, chuckling slightly, “Tae, I’m the only witch you know besides Sinestra, and she scares you.”

Taehyung gasped, “She does not scare me! She’s just mean. She threatened to turn me into a cactus last time I went to her shop!” A pout formed on his face.

“Well,” You cannot resist teasing the boy, “She did say that you were being a prick.”

Taehyung shot you a playful glare and mumbled something about damned witches sticking together.

Deciding to let him off the hook, you headed back over to where the wolfsbane was left waiting to be bottled. “It just finished,” You told Taehyung as he trailed after you. “But, Taehyung, you really should just tell him.”

The reason that Taehyung repressed his wolf each month was none other than his soulmate - a human named Jimin. Tae was terrified of Jimin’s reaction to discovering his supernatural side. You thought his fear was justified, but you also figured that Jimin would be accepting of Tae just from how the werewolf described him.

Besides, it seemed inevitable that Jimin would catch on at some point. And Taehyung seemed to know that, too.

Tae’s shoulders sagged, “I know, (y/n). I’ll think about it.” 

With that, you nodded and dropped the subject, pouring the portion of the potion Taehyung needed into a bottle. Capping it tightly, you handed it to him, “Here. Remember to take it with food this time, okay?”

He smiled widely, clutching the bottle close to his chest. “Thank you! I will, (y/n).” Pulling you into one more hug, Taehyung waltzed out the door with a wave.

You smiled wistfully at his departure. So full of life, that one was. You just knew that his soulmate would accept him. You also recognized that you were not like Taehyung. You weren’t as vibrant, as gentle, or as beautiful. Would your soulmate be able to look past all your magic and stay for you? You didn't think so.

Shaking yourself from your negative thoughts, you carefully bottle up the rest of the wolfsbane for your stores. Even though you had long since stopped charging Taehyung, there were other werewolves nearby that you sold the potion to for quite a pretty penny. 

You had barely begun to shelve the bottles when another knock sounded at your door. Cracking a wry smile, you yanked the door open, “Tae, what did you forget to tell me this ti—”

The knock had not been from Taehyung. Instead, two palace guards stood there, shoulder to shoulder. 

Oh, this was not good. Having any lingering association with the palace would hurt your business. It was always best to deal with potentially hazardous situations quickly. Pulling open the door wider, you stood with hands on your hips, facing the two intruders. They both gaped at you, and you arched an eyebrow at them. “Can I help you, boys?” 

You took their continued silence as an opportunity to flick your eyes up and down each of the men before you.

The one on the right looked like he had just passed the guards’ test with his widened doe eyes and his flushed pink cheeks. The one on the left looked slightly older but no less youthful as he seemed to bounce on his toes with energy.

Seconds ticked by until - finally - the second guard exclaimed, “You’re (y/n)? The witch?” 

“Last time I checked, yes,” You addressed the guard who had spoken. You dubbed him ‘Happy’. “Were you expecting me to look differently?”

“I heard that you were super old! Like over one hundred years old!” Doe-eyes unhelpfully answered before widening his eyes in panic, “Not that there’s anything wrong with being old! I mean, I love old people! But, not, like, romantically! I mean—”

Happy seemed to notice your mood darkening with each word his partner spewed out. Shoving the younger guard aside, Happy puffed out his chest and announced with pride, “We are members of the Royal Guard sent to escort you to the palace, Miss Witch.” 

Doe-eyes nodded swiftly next to him, cowering slightly as you continued to glare at him. 

“First of all, please never ever call me ‘Miss Witch’. My name is (y/n),” You uttered, completely unamused, “Second of all, what happens if I refuse your escort?”

The guards slid each other a look.

“Ah, I see,” You murmured, mood darkening even still, “Was there an implied ‘by any means necessary’ tacked on to the end of that sentence that I didn’t hear?”

“She’s a mind reader!” Doe-eyes gasped, leaping behind Happy and peering slightly around his shoulder at you.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of his quivering form, “Calm down, kid. I’m not into non-consensual mind reading.” Shooting the baffled duo a wink, you turned to open your door further. “Please, come in,” You insisted. It was obvious there was no avoiding your summons, but that did not mean your business would suffer.

“But our orders...” Happy failed to follow through with his attempted protest as he practically jumped past you into your little cottage. What an intense curiosity that one had, you mused. Meanwhile, the younger guard seemed more trepidatious, practically tiptoeing across the threshold and into your humble abode.

You shook your head at the way the two palace guards were quickly captivated by your gathered crystals, your worn spellbooks, and your wall of potion ingredients. Swiftly, you shelved the rest of the wolfsbane potion like you had tried to do before being interrupted. 

Your clients would have to pick it up themselves. Scrawling a quick note to your fellow witch Sinestra about the recent events just in case, you vanish it to her with a snap of your fingers.

“Whoa,” Two awed voices sounded from behind you. 

“It went ‘poof’!” Doe-eyes yelled, tugging on the sleeve of his fellow guard, “Did you see?” 

“Do you want to go ‘poof’, too?” You smiled evilly, wiggling your fingers in his direction.

“Ah, hyung! She’s threatening me!” 

“Get it together, bro,” Happy rolled his eyes. Turning to address you, he asked expectantly, “Ready to go now, (y/n)?”

“As I’ll ever be,” You muttered, grabbing your cloak from the rack by the door. Ushering the two men out before you, you quickly cast your protective charms on your home. Now, no one besides your most trusted clients should be able to enter.

Satisfied, you trailed behind the guards as they walked over to where their horses were tied to one of the many nearby trees surrounding your cottage. At least they didn't seem to be malicious in their intent. Their backs were to you, either a sign of trust or blatant stupidity. Only time would tell, you guessed.

"You'll ride with me," Happy smiled at you as he held his palm out for you to take. You shrugged, ignoring his hand to mount the horse on your own. "Alright then," The guard muttered as he seated himself behind you, "Let's go."

The journey towards the heart of the kingdom was not one you made often. It was only out of necessity that you sometimes ventured to the more expensive markets for key ingredients. The looming castle always stirred up inexplicable and foreign feelings of longing and fascination. You feared that actually entering it this time would be almost too overwhelming. 

As the three of you made your way through the town you lived in, you received some tentative smiles and concerned looks from those in which you interacted with regularly. Visitors from the palace were rarities in these parts of the kingdom. You didn't blame people for being concerned by the guards’ appearance and by your departure with them. 

The day wore on as you made your way through village after village, stopping only for a quick lunch. All too soon the palace appeared on the horizon. The looks you received from the townspeople were no longer cordial or concerned. They were full of suspicion and condescension. 

You shrugged it off as best you could. You had bigger things to worry about - starting with whatever was waiting for you on the other side of the looming palace gates.

The large engraved metal doors swung open with your approach as Happy and Doe-eyes nodded to the guards posted there. Your breath caught in your throat. The castle was magnificent. The stone structure seemed to shine with a silvery sheen. Large stained glass windows gleamed from the many stories and towers adorning the palace. Vines wound their way up the walls despite the best efforts of the gardeners to stem their growth.

You stifled a laugh as one such gardener attempted to do so, but the vine refused to budge. Maybe there was some magic here after all.

Two other palace guards walked over to where the three of you had come to a stop inside the palace gates. Doe-eyes dismounted first and then offered a hand in your direction. This time, you decided to take the olive branch and accepted his assistance.

“Okay, ready?” Happy nodded at you and pointed towards the castle doors. “Let’s go. We don’t want to keep the kings waiting.”

“Oh, no,” You gasped, slapping a hand to your heart, “That would be a travesty.”

Doe-eye’s mouth quirked at the corners like he had stifled a laugh, while Happy spluttered something about respect. The short walk to the front entrance was much too short for your liking. You felt like you were walking to your doom - and maybe you were. The two guards had given you no clues as to the purpose of your summoning. That was such bullshit.

The heavy gold encrusted front doors creaked open as you approached. The foyer of the palace beckoned to you with that familiar pull. You sighed as you took in the expensive decor. From the shiny marble floors to the heavy purple drapery, you could see yourself living here all too easily. Why did you feel so called to this place? Well, you had always thought of yourself as a queen. 

Laughing to yourself, you let yourself be ushered down an adjacent corridor to the right of the foyer. You barely noticed where you were headed since your attention lingered on the gorgeous paintings that lined the walls. You probably should have been more alert because you suddenly found yourself at the cusp of the throne room.

The second you entered the room your attention was captured by the two men lounging on elevated thrones at the focal point of the room. These must be the kings, you mused. You had never seen them in person before, but their reputations preceded them. Your magic surged as you neared the kings. Was there a threat nearby? You shift a glance throughout the wide hall. 

Courtesans were scattered amidst large marble columns adorned with intertwining gold and silver accents. The majority of those gathered gaped at you in distaste, while a small handful simply spared a few curious glances. You couldn't spot a single person you knew in the bunch - not that you had expected to - nor could you find a source of outright danger.

Still, your magic thrummed louder within you as you continued on your way towards the kings. 

Your heart sank. This was not a reaction based on imminent danger. No, you knew what this was; someone here was your soulmate. And, when your eyes finally landed on the two men who summoned you, you had to choke down the hysterical laugh that bubbled up inside you.

King Yoongi reclined lazily on his ornate silver and black onyx throne, his body lax but his eyes sharp. His laser-focused attention on you made your stomach flip. You held his gaze as best you could, taking in the delicate dark silk of his diamond encrusted tunic and the tousled auburn hair on which his silver crown resided. He was beautiful.

And he was your soulmate. 

Could he feel the tether between you? Had he known about it somehow before you did? Was this why were you here?

Your eyes slid over to the right, unable to take the heat of King Yoongi’s gaze; King Namjoon’s curious eyes met yours. Unlike his partner, King Namjoon leaned forwards on his gold and emerald throne, avidly taking you in like you were a subject of study. And perhaps you were… You studied him right back. This king was no less intimidating in his scrutiny than the other. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands steepled in front of his face as he stared you down. The intelligence you saw within the depths of his brown eyes clued you in that this was a king that no one could fool.

And, since fate was clearly a bitch, he was your soulmate, too. 

You came to a stop before the kings amidst the sea of murmuring courtiers. “Bow,” Doe-eyes whispered to you, urgently prodding you in the side with his hand. You only stood straighter. You bowed to no one, and you certainly would not bow to your soulmates - no matter their status.

“Leave us.” At King Namjoon’s command, the room emptied. Your two escorts remained behind you. “Hoseok, Jungkook, that includes you,” King Namjoon lifted his chin as he swished a hand in dismissal of the two guards.

“But, sire—”

King Yoongi spoke for the first time, effectively cutting Happy off, “Don’t worry, Hoseok. What can one little witch do to us?”

Oh, you could think of a lot of things. Your thoughts must have been written all over your face because King Namjoon glanced at you and immediately let out a deep chuckle.

Glaring at the two men before you, you decided that one way or another they would learn to respect you. The guards you now knew to be Hoseok and Jungkook exited the room, leaving you alone with the two kings - your two soulmates.

Now, it seemed that you were somehow in a staring contest with both of them at once. Fine, if they didn't want to talk, you would. 

“So, nice weather we’re having, huh,” Your tone could not be any drier.

“Indeed,” King Namjoon quirked a half smile, and you realized you might be in over your head as his dimple made its first appearance.

You hated the whole power imbalance thing going on right now - the two of them sitting silently on an elevated platform lording over where you stood. Gathering all your dignity and lack thereof, you placed your hands on your ample hips and raised your eyebrows, “Well? Did you summon me just to stare?”

“No,” King Yoongi drawled, cupping his chin in his hand, “But you are quite delightful to look at, soulmate… That is, if this is your true form.”

You let the backhanded compliment simmer as King Namjoon chastised his partner, shooting him a warning look.

“Ah, yes,” You finally say, swiping at a nonexistent tear, “You’ve caught me. My true form is actually so old that it’s partially decomposed. Ah, silly me. I thought I would spare you from the grotesque monstrosity.”

King Namjoon burst into uproarious laughter. “Yoongi-ah,” He wheezed, “You’ve really met your match this time.”

Opposite him, King Yoongi scowled, “It was a fair question! The last witch that we summoned could shift into an owl.”

“You’ve met Helvetica?” You blinked, thinking of the only witch you knew with that ability, “She’s legendary.” Then, it registered. “Wait, what do you mean she was ‘the last witch you summoned’... Why have you been summoning witches left and right?”

“Isn’t it obvious now?” King Namjoon smiled, “We’ve been looking for you.”

“You see, (y/n),” King Yoongi purred your name, inciting a shiver down your spine, “Namjoon and I are also soulmates.” He gracefully shifted to his feet before walking down the few steps to where you still stood. 

Circling you like a shark in water, King Yoongi continued, “But we had been feeling lonely despite our connection. We couldn't figure out why.”

“That’s right,” King Namjoon chimed in from his throne, “We tried everything to fill that void.”

“And we mean everything,” King Yoongi whispered in your ear, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.

“We were quite desperate,” King Namjoon laughed lightly. He, too, rose to his feet and made his way to stand before you. 

Your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest from the sheer sensation of being caught in between these two beautiful men. King Yoongi continued to play with your hair from his position behind you. King Namjoon’s heavy gaze pinned you in place with its wicked intent.

“Desperate enough to contact King Seokjin of Andolia and request that his top Seer be sent to us to do a reading.” King Yoongi’s words caused you to jolt back slightly in shock. Andolia was known to be a more liberal kingdom than yours. It was a kingdom of magic, of carnal pleasure, of beauty. 

Plus, King Seokjin was practically famous for his good looks and for his love of otherworldly entertainment. 

“You outsourced from Andolia? Couldn't you just have asked one of the Seers here in Meridian?” It seemed absurd to you that these two kings reached out to another land so unlike their own for assistance - especially when you knew of at least four Seers in your own land.

King Yoongi and King Namjoon exchanged a look. “The Seers in our kingdom weren't exactly forthcoming, (y/n).” The taller king in front of you withered under your responding glare.

Could they really blame the Seers for not coming forward to help the very kingdom that had rejected them for so long? You certainly didn't think so.

King Yoongi continued, “Well, King Seokjin sent us his personal Seer Moonbyul… And imagine our surprise when she took one look at us and laughed.”

“‘No wonder you’re lonely! You’re missing one,’” King Namjoon quoted the Seer’s past words with air quotes. You had to bite down a smile over the cuteness of his action. “And not just anyone… a witch no less!”

His tone was light, jovial. You couldn't tell his feelings on your magical status no matter how hard you searched his twinkling brown eyes. Turning slightly, you assessed the other king who looked no less unreadable. 

Still staring at King Yoongi, you questioned, “Okay, so you knew your other soulmate was a witch, and you just decided to summon every witch in Meridian to check them out? Do you have any idea how much that would scare us?”

The shorter king had the decency to look a bit embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort. “I guess we were too excited by the prospect of finding you.”

You fought down the hopeful feeling inside you. There was no way these two actually wanted to keep your bond to them, right? Not in this economy…

“I’m just going to be straight up with you.” You pulled away from their hold and paced away to climb up a couple steps so you were finally the same height. “I think you searched for me because you want to sever our bond.” 

The two kings moved to interrupt you, but you just held a palm in the air, “No, let me finish. Look, I’ve already come to terms with the fact that my soulmate wouldn't want to be tied to a witch. And why should I even want to be with someone who doesn’t respect me or my craft?”

You lowered your palm, effectively lifting the unspoken silencing charm you had cast on them. 

The first thing that King Yoongi said once he recovered his voice was: “Damn, that was sexy.” 

And the second? “I would rather sever my left arm than sever our bond.”

“Well,” You blinked as King Namjoon nodded emphatically besides his partner, “That’s a bit dramatic.”

“Please don’t write us off that easily, (y/n),” The taller king begged, “Don’t you feel it? The tether between the three of us? Can’t you see we were made for each other?”

Oh, you felt it. You felt the pull so deeply that you feared you might lose yourself within them.

But if the spark you felt for them was akin to a flame, you weren’t sure if you were the darkness longing to be brightened or the moth destined to be burned. 

Would it be worth it to give up your current life to be with them? Could you leave Taehyung and your little cottage? Could you survive in a court that held no love for your kind?

Your prolonged hesitance clearly worried the two kings before you. 

“What can we do to show you how much we want you here with us?” King Yoongi implored, his hand drifting out to clasp with King Namjoon’s. 

Staring down at the unified front the kings presented, you realized that your soulmates could offer you so much if you let them. By accepting the bond, you could gain the ability to help others more broadly than just offering simple spells of assistance. You could feel safe and secure. And, you could even allow yourself to love and be loved. 

“Hm,” You mused, “I think I need to take a seat.” You lounged on the very throne in which Yoongi had lazed just a half an hour prior. 

“Just when I thought you couldn't get any more beautiful,” King Namjoon murmured as he stared up at you as you reclined on the silver and black throne.

King Yoongi hummed in agreement, “We’ll need to make hers resplendent just to even come close to her radiance.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” You lied, secretly basking in the warmth of their praises, “Would I really get my own throne? You’re not planning on shoving me in a far away tower?”

“We were fearful of this,” King Namjoon walked up to the foot of the throne with King Yoongi in tow. Pausing briefly, they both fell to their knees before you. King Namjoon continued, “We feared you would think the worst of us. And for good reason.”

King Yoongi’s gaze pleaded with yours as he explained his partner's words, “We grew up to be scared of magic. We were sheltered from it and were told falsehoods about its ‘malicious nature’. It wasn’t until a few years ago that we first travelled to Andolia and met King Seokjin that we realized how wrong we were.”

“We were ignorant,” King Namjoon said lowly, “We removed the outright ban on magic and supernaturals immediately, but unlearning such prejudiced ways has proven to be difficult for our kingdom.” 

You took everything in. You did not doubt that they were being genuine; however, one thought still lingered in the back of your mind.

“If I stay here with you...” Both kings eagerly stared up at you and you rolled your eyes, “And I mean if I do, will you see me as an equal? Will you respect me as such?”

The kings exchanged a confused glance before replying that they already did. You weren’t convinced. You decided to lay everything on the table.

“Okay, but do you really respect me? Or do you just want to fuck me?” 

“Do those have to be mutually exclusive?” King Yoongi asked, his hands clenched at his sides as if he was holding himself back from touching you.

Your lips quirked, “I suppose not.”

“Thank the gods for that,” He growled, “I’ve been hard since you sat on my throne.” Both kings moved forward with clear sensual intent, but you sent a wave of magic forward - effectively halting their movements.

Their eyes blazed with desire for you that you were certain was mirrored in your own. You take in the magnificence of the sight before you. Your two powerful soulmates on their knees before you, desperate to touch you, to taste you. Your eyes traveled over the expanse of Namjoon’s shoulders to settle on his black velvet and gold choker. Then, you shift your gaze to Yoongi and his long ring adorned fingers, the smooth skin of his chest that peeked from the v-neck of his tunic. 

They really were quite a pair. What in the universe had you done to be fated to such beauty? You guessed you probably shouldn’t question it.

Waving away the magical barrier between you, you began, “Earlier you asked what you could do to show that you want me here with you.”

“That’s right,” Yoongi rasped, his heated gaze locked with yours as he lightly trailed a finger up your calf. Beside him, Namjoon inclined his head in agreement before taking your hand in his.

Trying to ignore the rising tension, you forged onwards. It was important that you made these points before this went any further. “Well, I have some requirements.”

Namjoon cracked a smile, “I would be disappointed if you didn’t, my soul.”

Your cheeks warmed at the endearment but didn’t let it distract you. “I want to draft an ordinance that explicitly declares equity for those with magical and supernatural abilities.”

“Done.” Your soulmates agreed in unison.

You paused. That had been almost too easy… “And also an amendment stating that discrimination against said subjects will not be tolerated by any means.”

“Agreed.” 

You were on a roll now. “I like practicing magic. It’s a part of me. I don’t want to have to hide it.”

Namjoon pressed a kiss to your palm, “We don’t want you to hide it.” 

“Your magic is beautiful, (y/n),” Yoongi’s hand slid further up your leg, “You should never feel like you have to hide an intrinsic part of yourself - especially around us.”

Your body burned under their touch, but you still held back. Were they just going to agree to any old thing you threw at them? “I also want ten thousand Burmese pythons.”

That took them a second to process. “We can easily get you around six hundred, maybe seven?” Namjoon squinted as he seemed to calculate the math in his head, “I’ll have to talk to our allies about trading for the remaining amount.”

Spluttering out a laugh, you shook your head, “I was just kidding about the snakes, my gods. Although… now that i think about it, maybe one would be cool?”

Yoongi pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. When had he pushed your skirt up that high? “Anything for you, my queen.” 

It was official. You were ruined.

Your soulmates had effectively stymied your doubts and quelled your fears, leaving you with only the intense desire to be with them. 

And so you caved. “That just leaves one last stipulation... You say you want me, need me. Well then show me how badly you want me to be with you.”

The words barely left your mouth before they were on you. Yoongi pushed your legs further apart so that he could get closer to you. His hands slid around your waist, tugging your body flush against him, and he fused his mouth with yours. 

You smiled into his kiss as you felt Namjoon sidle up to you and begin to place fevered kisses across your collarbone. A witch could get used to this, you thought as Yoongi’s tongue tentatively swiped across your lower lip. What a good boy he was to not take more than you offered. 

Your hands tangled into Yoongi’s silky strands before they came to a halt at his crown. Carefully, you slid the crown off his head and onto yours. Pulling away from Yoongi’s mouth slightly, you murmured, “Well? How’s it look?”

“You look like our queen,” Namjoon whispered hoarsely as Yoongi just looked at you like he might devour you whole. 

At Namjoon’s words, you turned to face him, hooked a finger around the choker adorning his neck, and tugged his mouth onto yours. His hand immediately flew up to cradle your cheek as he kissed you as if you might slip away from him if he stopped. You almost laughed at how obvious it was to you now that Namjoon was the more dominant of the two.

He had just mastered the art of patience amongst the other things you only hoped you could have the pleasure of discovering. His teeth playfully nipped at your bottom lip, and you returned the affection in kind.

Meanwhile, Yoongi refused to let you forget about him as he settled into his position of kneeling between your legs. His lips kissed and sucked at your neck while his fingers danced up your thighs, taunting you with their light touch.

You decided you had been teased enough. Tugging away from Namjoon and shifting Yoongi back from you slightly, you paused briefly to focus your magic and then snapped your fingers. Your dress and undergarments disappeared from your body and reappeared a few steps away folded neatly. 

“Fuck, I love magic,” Yoongi breathed as he takes in your naked body for the first time. 

Without hesitation, you hitch one leg over one of the ornate arms of the chair. “Well?” You arched a brow, looking over your two speechless soulmates, “Are you just going to stare? Or are you going to get naked?”

The speed at which they shed their clothes almost gave your magic a run for its money. 

You marveled at the two men before you, their bodies chiseled, their cocks hard. 

“How do you want us?” Yoongi asked, practically thrumming with anticipation. 

You arched an eyebrow at Namjoon, “Is he always this eager?” 

The taller man grinned, “Occasionally, but this level is rare form for him.” 

Yoongi scowled, “Please, Joon, like you aren’t dying to sink your cock into our soulmate’s pretty little pussy.” 

“Oh,” You sighed, “Someone has quite a mouth on them… Why don’t we put that to good use while Joon teaches you some discipline.” 

Not even thrown off at the notion of being punished, Yoongi gladly sunk to his knees before you once more. Namjoon hesitated, and you quickly realized the problem. Summoning your magic, you materialized some water-based lubricant for him.

“Yeah,” Namjoon laughed, “Magic is a fucking beautiful thing.” Taking the lube from you, he leaned down to prep Yoongi. “Ready?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. Yoongi nodded.

“Gods yes,” You barely finished your thought before Yoongi buried his face between your legs, his mouth immediately kissing and exploring your pussy. The first stroke of his tongue tore a moan from you as your back arched into the cool metal behind you.

“(Y/n),” Namjoon growled, “Look at me, my soul. Watch me fuck our soulmate while he tastes you. I want you to feel each of my thrusts in every jolt of his tongue.”

Despite not being one to typically take orders, the heat of Namjoon’s words pulled your attention immediately and the sight before you made it stay. You watched enraptured as Namjoon slowly sank his cock into Yoongi’s ass. 

Yoongi groaned and the vibrations sent another rush of arousal through you as he continued to greedily tease your clit with his tongue. Your hands dug into his auburn waves, pushing his face harder against your pussy. 

Namjoon slid out of Yoongi and then drove back in. The visual of his hard cock pumping feverishly in and out of Yoongi’s pert ass was indescribable when every stroke caused Yoongi’s tongue to thrust inside you and his nose to nudge against your clit. 

“How does she taste, Yoongi? Is she as sweet as she looks?” 

You scowled at Namjoon for causing Yoongi to pause his worship in order to answer. “She tastes like the fucking sun, Namjoon.”

“Now, that doesn’t even make sense— Fuck,” You moaned as Yoongi’s mouth sucked hard on your clit, effectively shutting you up. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you felt the arousal build and build inside of you. Your legs shook as Yoongi sucked and hummed on your clit as Joon continued to pound into him. 

Your eyes focused on the sharp movements of Namjoon’s hip and the flexing of his muscles as he alternated in thrusting and rolling his hips. Gods, you wanted those hips to drive that cock deep inside of you.

“Does this please you, my soul?” Namjoon growled, “Do you like watching me wreck Yoongi while he gives you pleasure?”

“Y-yes,” Your breath hitched as Yoongi teasingly nipped at your swollen bud. “But I want you to wreck me and then I want to wreck you both.”

Namjoon’s thrusts stuttered to a halt as your words connected. Yoongi tore his mouth from your folds. Placing your foot on his forehead, you gently pushed Yoongi back so you could stand, “I want both of you inside me.”

Panting, Yoongi gasped, “Please, please wreck us, my queen.” His lips shone with your essence and you swiped a finger along their seam. Bringing your finger up to Namjoon’s plush lips, you tilted your head with a sly smile, “Well? You wanted a taste, didn’t you?”

Without a pause, he took your finger into his mouth, his tongue curling around the digit, tasting you. His dark eyes remained on yours as he released your finger with a pop. “So fucking divine,” Namjoon groaned, his hands darting out to grab your hips, his hard cock pressing into your stomach. 

Yoongi once again mirrored Joon’s actions from behind you. You could feel his hardness against your ass, and you couldn't help but to grind slowly into him. “(Y/n),” Yoongi moaned into your neck as his cock practically throbbed with need for relief. 

Tugging Namjoon closer to you, you whispered, “My love, go sit on your throne.”

Your soulmate appeared confused but nonetheless did what you said. Pausing only briefly to admire the way Namjoon looked on his throne, you extracted yourself from Yoongi and sauntered over to stand over Joon. 

“You know,” You murmured, grabbing his cock firmly, eliciting a gorgeous moan from the man, “I think I want to sit on your throne, too.” Your hand stroked him teasingly as his head leaned against the back of his throne.

“As you wish, my soul,” He rasped out, his thighs tensing.

With that, you knelt over him. Immediately, Namjoon’s hands rested on your ass and squeezed. “What a greedy boy,” You murmured, placing a soft kiss on his lips, “That’s for Yoongi, my love. Or is my pussy not enough for you?”

As you spoke, you slowly sunk down his thick cock inch by inch. And at the mention of his name, Yoongi practically shoved Namjoon’s hands off your ass and replaced them with his. Echoing your own words, he teased the younger king, “Yeah, Joonie, don’t be greedy.”

Namjoon shot the two of you a half-hearted glare, but before he could say a word, you clenched your walls around him. “F-fuck,” He moaned, his eyes squeezed tight, “You feel so good around my cock, so wet.”

You slid up and down his length, reveling in the building heat consuming you. From behind you, Yoongi slowly teased your other opening. The coolness of his finger assured you that he had done this before. His finger slid into my ass with ease, the lube no doubt helping with that. You both moaned.

“You like that, my queen?” Yoongi growled, beginning to push his finger in and out.

“Oh my gods, yes,” You felt wild from the sensation of being so full of your soulmates, but you couldn't help but want more. “Want your cock inside me, too, Yoongi.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” He responded, pulling his finger out of you. After a moment, you felt the gentle nudge of his cock head against your ass. You stilled your motions, bottoming out on Joon’s dick as you waited with anticipation of being stuffed full with both of them. 

Slowly, inch by inch, Yoongi pushed into you.  “Fuck,” He bit out, “Joon, I can feel you.” 

You felt so satisfied as Yoongi’s hips pressed into you, his cock buried deep inside you.

Namjoon’s cock twitched inside you as he no doubt could feel Yoongi right back. “Please, my soul, I need to fuck you. Let us fuck you,” He begged, gazing down at you with pupils blown out wide.

“No,” You shook your head emphatically, “I’m going to fuck you.”

With that, you started riding Namjoon’s cock. Moving up and down his thick shaft, you guided Yoongi’s hands to your hips as he thrust in and out of you in time to your movements. Every time you sank down on Namjoon’s shaft, Yoongi thrust into your ass. It was exquisite.

You felt your orgasm coiling within you, burning brightly. You squeezed down, trying to prolong the sensation, rolling your hips.

“Godsdamn,” Yoongi moaned, “Your ass is so tight, my queen. I’m not going to last much longer.”

You shook your ass slightly just to tease him. Yoongi responded by biting your neck and muttering, “You’re such a witch.”

“You fucking know it,” You gasped out as Namjoon suddenly rolled your clit between his fingers. Pleasure shot through you as you writhed on top of them. Your walls clenched down as you hurtled towards bliss, your world going white. 

You could feel both of them coming inside you, painting your walls. The heat of their releases only added to the intensity of your orgasm as you flew over the edge, milking them with every pulse of your pussy. 

Slowly, you came down from your high, breathing hard. Collapsing against Joon’s chest, you nuzzled his neck.

You felt his chuckle before you heard it, “I think we tired her out, Yoongi.” 

“Yes, I think so, Joon,” Yoongi replied, slowly pulling out of you, “Let’s get you cleaned up. We have a private hot spring just outside.” 

Not one to be outdone, you straightened, hopping off Joon. Placing your hands on your hips, you leveled each of them with a devilish smile, “Hey, maybe I was pretending to be satisfied for your benefits, you old men.” 

“Old!?” Yoongi bellowed, so easily riled up. 

“Hmm,” Namjoon’s arms encircled you, hugging you to him. Bringing his mouth to your ear, he whispered, “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you, my soul?”

“Undoubtedly,” You whispered back as Yoongi still fumes over being called old. Yeah, a witch could really get used to this.

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Charming as a Verb by Ben Philippe

Henri “Halti” Haltiwanger can charm just about anyone. He is a star debater and popular student at the prestigious FATE academy, the dutiful first-generation Haitian son, and the trusted dog walker for his wealthy New York City neighbors. But his easy smiles mask a burning ambition to attend his dream college, Columbia University.

There is only one person who seems immune to Henri’s charms: his “intense” classmate and neighbor Corinne Troy. When she uncovers Henri’s less-than-honest dog-walking scheme, she blackmails him into helping her change her image at school. Henri agrees, seeing a potential upside for himself.

Soon what started as a mutual hustle turns into something more surprising than either of them ever bargained for. . . .

This is a sharply funny and insightful novel about the countless hustles we have to keep from doing the hardest thing: being ourselves. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Come On In Edited by Adi Alsaid

This exceptional and powerful anthology explores the joys, heartbreaks and triumphs of immigration, with stories by bestselling and beloved YA authors who are themselves immigrants and the children of immigrants.

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From some of the most exciting bestselling and up-and-coming YA authors writing today…journey from Ecuador to New York City and Argentina to Utah, from Australia to Harlem and India to New Jersey, from Fiji, America, Mexico and more… Come On In. With characters who face random traffic stops, TSA detention, customs anxiety, and the daunting and inspiring journey to new lands, who camp with their extended families, dance at weddings, keep diaries, teach ESL, give up their rooms for displaced family, decide their own answer to the question “where are you from?” and so much more, Come On In illuminates fifteen of the myriad facets of the immigrant experience.

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Long Way Down: The Graphic Novel by Jason Reynolds illustrations by Danica Novgorodoff

Jason Reynolds’s Newbery Honor, Printz Honor, and Coretta Scott King Honor–winning, #1 New York Times bestselling novel Long Way Down is now a gripping, galvanizing graphic novel, with haunting artwork by Danica Novgorodoff.

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The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen

Real life isn’t a fairytale.

But Tiến still enjoys reading his favorite stories with his parents from the books he borrows from the local library. It’s hard enough trying to communicate with your parents as a kid, but for Tiến, he doesn’t even have the right words because his parents are struggling with their English. Is there a Vietnamese word for what he’s going through?

Is there a way to tell them he’s gay?

A beautifully illustrated story by Trung Le Nguyen that follows a young boy as he tries to navigate life through fairytales, an instant classic that shows us how we are all connected. The Magic Fish tackles tough subjects in a way that accessible with readers of all ages, and teaches us that no matter what—we can all have our own happy endings. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

#new releases #this is all your fault #the magic fish #charming as a verb #ya lit

[destinychose]

NOVA  :  GENSHIN IMPACT VERSE .

INTRODUCTION :  A strange teenager whose origins are as mysterious as she is. There are plenty of rumours about where she might have come from following her sudden appearance in Mondstadt, half of which were created by the very subject of such rumours herself. A troublemaker through and through, Nova revels in the chaos they cause wherever they walk, the sound of her laughter and the tiny bells attached to her hair ringing throughout the streets.

NAME :  Danica, Даница  Nova VOICE :  伊藤 かな恵, Itō Kanae  /  Jessica DiCicco AGE :  16 GENDER :  Demigirl PRONOUNS :  She / Her  ( They / Them - amongst close friends ) HEIGHT :  4′11″ BIRTHDAY :  26/06 BIRTHPLACE :  Snezhnaya

AFFILIATION :  Herself, or whoever she decides she likes at the time. OCCUPATION :  Traveller VISION :  Anemo CONSTELLATION :  Vulpecula ( “little fox” )

TEMPERAMENT :  Choleric  /  Sanguine MORAL ALIGNMENT :  Chaotic Neutral MYERS BRIGGS :  ESTP ENNEAGRAM :  8

POSITIVE TRAITS :

Adventurous  /  Assertive  /  Clever  /  Confident  /  Curious  /  Energetic  /  Independent  /  Loyal  /  Observant  /  Outspoken  /  Persistent  /  Playful  /  Spontaneous

NEGATIVE TRAITS :

Abrasive  /  Boisterous  /  Childish  /  Demanding  /  Devious  /  Disobedient  /  Greedy  /  Impatient  /  Impulsive  /  Insensitive  /  Proud  /  Sarcastic  /  Selfish

LIKES :

Sweet foods, stealing things from people who definitely don’t need it, pestering Fatui agents, napping somewhere up high, cloud watching, the smell in the air after it rains.

DISLIKES :

People telling her what to do, being restricted or restrained, water, snow, small spaces, not being able to see the sky.

APPEARANCE .

FEATURES :

Round cheeks, a small, upturned nose and lips that are often chapped. Bordering on unhealthily pale, skin almost appearing translucent under direct sunlight. Cheekbones and nose covered with pronounced freckles. Heavy shadows exist under her eyes, no matter how much sleep is had.

EYES :

Vibrant green in colour, often bright and sparkling with mischief.

HAIR :  

Pale, cotton candy pink. Waist-length, forming natural loose curls. Always swept up into a high side ponytail, secured in place with a ribbon that has several tiny bells attached. Uneven bangs that frame her face and frequently fall into her eyes. Often unkempt and only brushed when absolutely necessary.

BUILD :

Ectomorph body type. Petite and slender — some would even dare to say ‘delicate’ — courtesy of a poor diet throughout her youth. Extremely flexible. 

STORY .

CHARACTER DETAILS .

Little is known about Nova, the mysterious teenager who randomly appeared within the walls of Mondstadt one sunny afternoon. There are, however, plenty of rumours flying around that might offer a hint or two to those particularly hungry for knowledge, but as time has passed, these rumours have notably grown more and more ridiculous.

Many fail to realise that Nova herself is often the one who spreads such tall tales to any who are gullible enough to believe them.

Needless to say, Nova’s sudden appearance caught the attention of the Knights of Favonius, ever attentive to anything or anyone that might threaten the freedom and safety of their beloved city. Time and time again, they’ve attempted to wheedle information out of the mischievous teenager who prances throughout the streets day and night, only to receive the same answer.

“I’m just looking to have a little fun, that’s all.~”

And so, the reasoning behind their arrival in Mondstadt remains a mystery. Only Nova herself knows, and she’s not too keen on telling...

STORY ONE .

In the short sixteen years they’ve been alive, Nova has only ever wanted one thing: freedom.

It’s an ideal she’s chased for as long as she can remember, one she now strives to live by. And what better place to do that, than in the City of Freedom itself? 

To that end, it’s no coincidence that Nova eventually found herself within Mondstadt’s walls, beckoned by the alluring tales of its conception and the promise of acceptance for all who cross its borders.

In Nova’s eyes, Mondstadt was the only place in all of Teyvat that could grant her the true freedom she desires. 

Free from the oppressive nature of the Fatui. Free from the iron grip of the Tsaritsa and her warmongering ways. Free from the bone-deep cold that plagues Snezhnaya all year round. Free from that awful place that she could never call home.

But most importantly... They’re free from their old, pathetic, weak self whose name she no longer speaks of.

TW: mentions of neglect, physical & mental abuse, starvation.

STORY TWO .

Danica — as was once her name — has never known Snezhnaya and its inhabitants to be anything but cruel.

The matron in charge of the orphanage in which they were raised claimed to have found her abandoned upon its front steps, a nameless newborn wailing in the middle of a snowstorm, wrapped in nothing but a thin blanket.

The matron took great pleasure in telling her, time and time again throughout her childhood, that she was unwanted. Unloved. That she never should have been born.

“I should have left you to die out in the cold. You useless, pathetic child.”

From there, as the years went by, the mistreatment they suffered only escalated.

They were beaten. Abused. Yelled at for stepping a single toe out of line. Denied a proper meal to sate her hungry belly. Tossed into the dark, damp cellar for daring to stand up for herself...

No amount of crying or begging was enough to dissuade their so-called “punishment”, and Danica soon learned to never expect kindness from anyone, for kindness always came at a price from those in power.

And so, Danica swore never to cry or beg again.

STORY THREE .

Regardless of status, one thing is for certain amongst the citizens of Snezhnaya: it’s survival of the fittest.

Faced with no other options, Danica began stealing in order to eat at the tender age of six. Cooked meats from the butcher, loaves of still-warm bread from the bakery, an assortment of wild berries, herbs and freshly caught game from the back of carts belonging to hunters visiting a nearby inn... 

The greater the risk, the greater the reward. And Nova was becoming addicted to the danger.

At first, however, their petty thievery went unnoticed. 

Loaves of bread turned into pouches of Mora pilfered from drunken tavern-goers stumbling through the snow under the guise of helping them back to the warmth of their homes. Cooked meats became clothes draped over a windowsill to dry. Berries and herbs were exchanged for small trinkets foolishly left on display. And, perhaps their most prized stolen possession: an ivory pocket knife taken from an unsuspecting hunter who had previously offered her a drink from his waterskin.

Needless to say, It wasn’t long before her luck ran out.

Not long after Danica reached the age of fourteen, a group of strangely dressed people passed through town.

They belonged to the Fatui, a formidable faction that makes up Snezhnaya’s main military force, a group that not even the citizens of the nation they supposedly served would dare cross.

But Danica, unaware of the danger, saw only an opportunity.

The pretty jewels they all carried upon their person were sure to fetch an even prettier price, after all.

STORY FOUR .

They were called Delusions.

In a small town where everyone who lived in it were considered nothing more than scraps at the bottom of a barrel, talk of Visions and the Archons who gift them weren’t exactly commonplace. And who were they to be granted with the esteemed knowledge of the Fatui’s triumph in creating Visions of their own?

Danica knew not what she had stolen, but the retribution for her thievery was swift.

In the dead of night, they were dragged kicking and screaming from the orphanage and out into the snow by the very Fatui Agents she had stolen from. The townsfolk shut their doors and turned a blind eye to her plight, leaving her to be whisked away to the very heart of Snezhnaya itself: Zapolyarny Palace.

There, in order to repent for the crimes she committed against the Fatui and, by extension, the Tsaritsa herself, Danica was forced to kneel before the very ruler of the snowswept nation, who merely regarded her with an icy gaze.

In her eyes, Danica saw only contempt.

But where her hope might have dwindled and fear taken hold, a simple question set her heart alight.

“You would risk the freedom I have granted to all those within this great nation...to steal from me?”

...

What freedom was there to be had where only the rich and powerful could succeed? Where only those with enough Mora to line their pockets could remain fed and sheltered? Where the very things necessary for survival could be ripped from a person at a moments notice, for no reason other than they were disliked?

Freedom was an illusion. It was something only befitting of those with the opportunity to seize it. Freedom could be stolen. Taken away. Falsely bestowed.

It was the one thing she craved, but could never have.

“Freedom?” Danica could only repeat in utter disbelief, the word spat at the Archon’s feet. “What freedom have you ever given to me— to any of us?!”

In the wake of their rage, a sudden gale ripped through the giant hall, knocking several of the Fatui Agents off their feet. 

In the midst of the howling winds, Danica stood completely untouched. Something bright and shining appeared before her very eyes, lowering gently into her upturned palms.

She stared down at the newly gifted Vision nestled in her hands, slowly realising what it was supposed to represent: a promise that the freedom she craved could finally be hers, should she only choose to take it.

The Tsaritsa leaned forward, a hiss upon her lips. “Meddlesome bard.”

Danica glared up at the ruler of Snezhnaya one last time... And with their newfound power, they fled.

STORY FIVE .

Danica was no more.

That name was abandoned along with her life in Snezhnaya, the moniker ‘Nova’ adopted in order to hide her true origins.

Their journey in search of a place where they could be free led them across the expanse of Teyvat to the far northeast, following whispers of a city named after freedom itself. 

Like a pied piper pulling on the strings of her heart, Nova chased after the stories of Mondstadt and its absentee Archon, the very God who saw fit to bless her with a Vision in his name.

If such a wondrous sounding city truly existed, it had to be the place she could finally belong...

When their destination finally lay before them, a beautiful city standing proudly in the middle of a lake, Nova fell to her knees and shed tears for the first time in years.

I’m home, her heart whispered.

Welcome home, the wind teasingly responded.

BELLS .

By now, almost every citizen in Mondstadt ( particularly those with connections to a certain foreign delegation of diplomats ) knows to be wary of their belongings when they hear the sound of tiny bells, for the person attached to them is rather fond of pilfering whatever goods they can get their hands on.

“Won’t you do something about this?!” Luke once cried, after being robbed penniless while standing guard outside the Goth Grand Hotel.

The Knights of Favonius had promised to look into it, but how can one catch a thief supposedly as swift as the wind itself?

Who’s to say, after all, that the Fatui are being so egregiously targeted as they so claim?

As for the echo of laughter dancing on the wind after their pockets have been emptied, the only possible answer is that it’s simply all in their head.

VISION .

Even to this day, Nova fails to comprehend the reasoning behind Barbatos’ decision to gift her with a Vision.

What worth was there to be found in an orphaned thief such as herself? It’s a question they have asked themself time and time again, with little success. To understand the whims of a God was all but futile, after all.

Still, she was thankful. For all that she distrusted the Archons and their supposed might, without Barbatos’s blessing, her life would have surely come to an end that dreadful night, all dreams of freedom snatched from her feeble grasp.

It’s fitting, in a way, that the Archon of freedom himself saw fit to grant her the one thing she could never steal for herself. 

While she possesses no fantastical aspirations that might paint her worthy of his blessing, Nova has whispered a promise to the wind that she’ll live true to her humble dreams of freedom with his Vision in her hand, true to his legacy and the city he cultivated for all who wish for the same.

TALENTS .

MAIN WEAPON :  Bow ROLE :  Support  ( Movement Speed / Attack Speed / Stamina Recharge ) COMBAT STYLE :  Relies on speed over precision in order to overwhelm their opponents, utilising elemental damage where possible to disorient and gain the upper hand. Partnered with her impressive footwork and ability to dodge hits at the last second, Nova is a particularly tricky opponent, despite their limitations as a bow user.

NORMAL ATTACK :  Wind Volley

Normal Attack :  Nova performs up to six consecutive shots with a bow, each shot faster than the last, building up a small amount of Anemo energy around her. Upon the sixth shot, the Anemo energy she has accumulated will be released, lifting them ( and any enemies within range ) into the air.

Charged Attack :  Nova performs a more precise aimed shot which deals increased damage. While aiming, a strong gust of wind will swell around the arrowhead. A fully charged arrow will release this gust of wind, dealing Anemo damage.

Plunging Attack :  Nova fires off a shower of arrows while mid-air before wrapping herself in Anemo energy and falling, striking the ground, dealing AoE and Anemo damage upon impact.

ELEMENTAL SKILL :  Relentless Gale

On Press :  Nova fires an arrow made of pure Anemo energy that sends her opponents flying back in the direction she aims at, dealing massive Anemo damage.

If an enemy hit by Relentless Gale collide with another enemy or object, they will suffer an additional 15~50% damage, dependent on the Skill’s level.

Elemental Absorption: if the Anemo arrow comes into contact with Hydro / Pyro / Cryo / Electro elements, it will deal with additional elemental damage of that type. Only one element can be absorbed at one time.

On Hold / Charge :  Summons an even larger Anemo arrow that creates a small whirlwind at its tip, dragging in surrounding enemies and sending them flying upon release. The direction of this skill can be adjusted, however Nova is rendered immobile until the arrow is released.

Elemental Absorption: if the whirlwind comes into contact with Hydro / Pyro / Cryo / Electro elements, it will deal with additional elemental damage of that type. Only one element can be absorbed at one time.

Cooldown :  5 seconds. Reduced to 4 seconds upon unlocking Nova’s Passive Talent ‘Unleash the Storm’ at Ascension Lv. 4.

ELEMENTAL BURST :  Eye of the Storm

Nova fires a shower of arrows made of pure Anemo energy that land all around the area aimed at and form a swirling wind barrier which causes continuous Anemo damage to any enemies caught within it upon contact. It can also be utilised as a shield for allies, at the risk of being dealt damage upon contact. 

Elemental Absorption: if the swirling barrier comes into contact with Hydro / Pyro / Cryo / Electro elements, it will deal with additional elemental damage of that type. Only one element can be absorbed at one time.

PASSIVE TALENT 1 :  A Refreshing Breeze  (  Ascension Lv. 1  )

While Nova is in the party, any hits by Normal Attacks have a 60% chance to restore stamina equal to 15% of Nova’s base HP for all party members.

PASSIVE TALENT 2 :  Unleash the Storm  (  Ascension Lv. 4  )

Upgrades Eye of the Storm - Nova’s Elemental Burst now deals 150% more damage.

Using Eye of the Storm will regenerate 20% of its Energy. 

Eye of the Storm’s cooldown is reduced by 1s.

PASSIVE TALENT 3 :  Swift as the Wind  (  unlocked automatically  )

When Nova is in the party, all party members gain an increased movement and attack speed of 10%.

MATERIALS .

ASCENSION MATERIALS :

Vayuda Turquoise Sliver / Fragment / Chunk / Gemstone

Hurricane Seed

Cecilia

Damaged Mask / Stained Mask / Ominous Mask

TALENT MATERIALS :

Teachings of Freedom / Guide to Freedom / Philosophies of Freedom

Damaged Mask / Stained Mask / Ominous Mask

Dvalin’s Plume

#* muse. nova ／ headcanon #* verse. nova ／ genshin impact #( this is literally what i've spent the last three days doing...please... love her )

[battlestar-royco]

*shows up fifteen minutes late with starbucks to this ccity sampler thing*

so i don’t know if i’m going to finish the sample or make commentary on everything, because it was genuinely tiring just reading through the first chapter for several reasons, but i want to get in my two cents.

what immediately jumps out at me is the prose and worldbuilding. the prose is pretty par for the course---several bothersome sentence fragments and em dashes. sj/m fails to exhibit breadth in terms of sentence structure or vocabulary, which is ostensibly fine but makes for a boring and mediocre read. the profanity is very forced, with the “gods-damned” thing everyone’s been talking about, and an f bomb or two on every page to ensure us that it’s adult.

as for the worldbuilding, it’s a lot of straight-shot information that for the most part just barely passes for “organically interwoven” worldbuilding but often borders the infodump line. for example:

“In the five years since they’d met at Crescent City University, Bryce could count on one hand the number of times Danika had been called in for a meeting with the seven people important enough to merit a shower and a change of clothes.”

we know from this sentence that there’s a ccu, and that bruce and danica met there 5 years ago. it makes sense in the context, but it would feel more organic if, idk, bruce and danica exchanged banter about some funny event that happened during their freshman year.

and then there’s messiness like this, where sj/m literally just lists like 50 proper nouns and exposits at you:

returning to dani/bruce. their dynamic also feels rather forced, but for now much more tolerable than the i/nner circle. i think part of the reason why their banter feels so unnatural is the aforementioned profanity thing and the fact that a lot of their jokes simply aren’t very funny. like sj/m tried, i’ll give her that, but i just don’t find her sense of humor particularly inspired or unpredictable. plus sj/m doesn’t balance out their jokes with deeper conversations that establish a long-standing trust between the two characters.

moving on to the Implications. so i guess phillip briggs is our ccity version of jurian, just like dani is our ccity version of nehemia/andras. this is what i mean when i say sj/m recycles like 10 stock characters throughout her work. others have already spoken prolifically on the implications of a vilified and oppressed race being framed as terrorists, PLUS the fact that dani is a cop, so i won’t go into depth there but i will reiterate. it’s pretty cringey and it goes to show how shallow sj/m’s understanding of oppression is.

#anti ccity #anti sjm

[justalittletomato]

Of Fat Pots and Home

The tomato babies have grown up and are leaving home....not al crosses to adulthood are joyful or what we imagined.

@storm89 @patchiefrog @pixiestookourstardust @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @stardustbee @apocalypticwafflekitten @gran-maul-seizure

It is traditional among the Dathomiri to have fat pots, the remnants from cookery scooped up into a vessel to aid in the betterment of the meal. For the carnivorous species it is a mainstay in the kitchens, even the shared ones where large roasts took place. When a Dathomiran took their own residence it was also custom for the family to provide a starter for the fat pot from their store, a small bit of home to take with them as they started on their own. 

This would continue to be the case even with the Oppress clan, the plain pot sitting atop the counter brought forward next to a bright red counterpart. It has been a small joke, that Cress’s fat pot should resemble the namesake of the red Zabraks, a tomato. A tearful Cress accepted the gesture with a smile and a promise the first meal would be made using a bit of home. 

Aster’s parting gift was in a decorative pot, resembling a scaled fish that made her laugh and then cry realizing that she was leaving home truly this time. Her first meal on Lothal is heartily cooked with home and a few more tears for salt. 

Lastly there was Danica, the pot rounder than the others, pitted slightly to resemble an orange heavy in hand. Coruscant was a long ways off so extra was provided. Danica gave a tearful smile and held onto the pot with care. A bit of home. 

Maybe some bantha stew, maybe some nydak steaks, something bittersweet but wonderful to open up her new home with. 

“You aren't going to really use that are you?” her husband peered over her shoulder. Danica blinked in confusion, “ My Buir and Father always give one as a parting gift its tradition” 

“It's archaic, come on Dani this is the city, civilization and I doubt any fat pots are used in any modern home. Come on, we will go out for our first night.” He closes up the fat pot. Danica opens her mouth to protest but finds her fight done. 

“ You can use it another day, but for right now put it away” 

The fat pot is placed in the cupboard behind the mugs and left. 

----

Another day does not come and Danica is kindly reminded that the fat pot should be left alone. A gnawing feeling in her belly each time. 

She wanted a bit of home. 

---

That man had long left her behind, Danica had lost track of the weeks turned months. She was not his ideal no matter all his efforts and so he left. Danica huddled into herself and wanted to go home. 

She smiled at the holovid at her buir and Father, and waved off another visit. She was too busy! It was not a good time, maybe the next time? 

How was her studies? 

A smile, at the top of her class of course…

A sour taste of the lie on her tongue. 

----

Seilos reached into the cabinet for a set of mugs. Confused by the surface of one, he pulled out an orange pot.  “Danica is this tea?” 

The Zabrak rushed over to her lover’s side. A wave of joy overtaken by worry, “It’s nothing, just something my family gave me. A fat pot” 

Seilos nodded, “ Oh I read up on those, since Zabraks are carnivorous the fat from cooking is used to help the dishes, makes them a real treat.” 

Danica smiled at that, “ They do,  you should taste how wonderful it is to add some to nydak.” Hope, small but shining bloomed, “ I can make us some so you can truly have some Dathormian cooking” 

Her dear Seilos smiles, “I would love that.” 

In her elation and joy the reality did not settle as she opened the jar. 

A sourness in the air and both wrinkling their noses. 

‘Another day’ had long passed due.  The fat soured from disuse and with it the taste of home. 

“Oh that’s unfortunate, I am sure we can…” it was all Seilos was able to express before Danica broke into sobs. 

Home. She just wanted to taste a bit of home! 

“It’s ruined! It’s all ruined!” she sobbed. She wanted to hurl the pot to the ground. Her parting gift into her new life that had brought her misery and aches to her hearts. 

---

She settled down some time after, hiccuping in Seilos’s arms as he held her. 

“I miss my buir, I miss my dad…I miss…”

She bit her tongue.

“Ava…”Seilos answers for her. No malice in his voice nor jealousy. Seilos knew his love for Danica would always be unmatched to the one she had for the boy she loved since childhood. 

Home. Buir. Father and Ava…

“You should go see them…” He helped her pack, putting away clothes and a set of books for her to read on the shuttle. 

“But then…” His heart was breaking but it was worse to see hers in shambles. 

“They will be so happy to see you. Everyone….” he gives her a sad smile, “I think it's time to visit home..” 

---

#seilos x danica #baby tomatoes #clouds ocs #clouds blurbs #danica oppress

[pecadosarepiling]

Danica was popular..

On the one part known as the rising star at the university. A stellar scholar, her classmates envied and praised her. The staff was in awe of her performance…

It wasn’t all schoolwork. Danica made sure to have outside activities that would keep her pleased and happy.

The lounge was mostly Chiss invitees, and by mostly she meant all but herself.

Danica was a welcomed guest. Speaking Cheunh to perfection. The blue Chiss were intrigued by her…were in awe of the petite Zabrak sipping tea with them.

Never a dull conversation with Danica in tow. Many a book gifted to her. Their favorite scholar..

Course this was just one of her activities.

The man she was conversing with had a hand on her bare knee. Danica encouraging and moving it slightly higher up her leg.

“I suppose that’s our cue to leave…”

He tells her.

Danica smiles sweetly. “ You have a place?”

——

The Chiss’s hover car takes them to one of the higher up levels. Of course. Danica had yet to meet a chiss who hadn’t outdone themselves. She would hate for them to ask for her apartment…

She’s ushered into the apartment eagerly, Danicas eyes widening at the expansive and expensive abode. Dark green paint. Rich tapestries and artifacts kept in containers.

“Your coat Miss?” He offers. Danica pulls it off. The man gazing at her in awe. Such a beauty….the men at the lounge were not exaggerating.

“Zolin?” She pointed to the rooms, “Which one?”

Zolin lead her by the hand. The master bedroom with a too large bed. The beautiful Zabrak entering and undoing her blouse and skirt.

Blue lingerie was her signature. Even had Zolin color of blue.

Maker what a woman she was..

—-

Danica slept with Chiss men. Only ever chiss men. This was just her latest in a string of conquests.

Zolin moaning at the sight of her bare form. Stars above truly a beauty. Hands roamed all over her frame. He touched her chest. The soft mounds too big for his hands. He squeezed and groped. Danica encouraged him to bite and suck.

—-

Her mouth was talented, Zolin moaning as Danica took his cock with ease. The incredible warmth….the blissful pleasure of her tongue…

She swallowed his seed eagerly and kissed the tip of his cock.

—-

Silk sheets and soft blankets were what she knew. Each man who brought her home or to a hotel ensured comforts.

A tray of drink by the bedside.Always a bit to excite and encourage. Danicas’s kisses sweetened from wine or champagne.

Zolin gasped. Danica’s cunt engulfed his cock in heat.

She gave a soft moan and encouraged his movement. “Buck into me….pound me.”

—

He didn’t stop. Pounding into Danica’s awaiting pussy.

Danica mewling and rolling her eyes back as once again she is filled with cum.

Zolin was pent up and Dani offered relief

—

The bed squeaked. Danica now on all 4’s as Zolin took her from behind. She could barely keep he self up. Ass in the air and being fucked to oblivion…

—-

Her Chiss lovers took good care of Danica. Gifts. Food. Drink. The promise of passionate sex.

Zolin was yet another she could add to her list.

—

Danica redresses. Zolin pouting he wants her to stay

“I have classes, next time.”

A passionate kiss and she’s out.

A hover car awaiting outside, another of her lovers greeting her.

“I can’t tempt you to skip?”

Danica bites her lip, “ No tempting…if you wish you can pick me up for lunch.m and tempt me then…”

—-

What a busy girl she is.

@storm89 @gran-maul-seizure @literatureandqueen @stardustbee @apocalypticwafflekitten @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes

#smut #adult dani #adult danica oppress #danica and the chiss lounge

[anotherisodope]

Compassion Meme

[How do your characters feel/express compassion?]

Widow feels it in spite of herself. She wants to be an angry, vengeful hardass, especially since she now feels like she can’t depend on anyone but herself. She still feels sympathy for others, however, and anger on behalf of those who, like herself and her family, were victimized.

Julia is compassionate to a fault. She will exhaust herself making things better for those who come to her for help, because she now has the hope that real, positive change is possible even in the hellscape outside her Vault. She also doesn’t trust those who have no compassion.

Akane is very big-hearted, and like those above her compassion extends to nonhumans, especially synths and robots. Life as a Commonwealth orphan has made her tough but not cold, and she has a lot of anger on behalf of oppressed people.

Morgan, being equal parts bereaved mom and highly trained killer, has compassion for others, but like Widow, she doesn’t want to sit around listening to your problems. She wants to help solve them. She’s capable of great advice if you can get her to accept just talking about things for a while.

Danica, being the most alienated of the group, has trouble with compassion because she’s never experienced it from others. Her brutal, now forgotten childhood and youth in the Master’s captivity left her reserved, skeptical of others and haunted by the fear of becoming a monster. Yet she fears becoming a monster because she doesn’t like seeing innocent people hurt. She tends to be blunt in her advice and pragmatic in her aid, but she always offers her best, even if that can be...limited.

#my ocs #meme #compassion #roleplaying #fallout

[seered-nerdofalltrades]

Hello!

This is my official writeblr introduction 

You can call me Kai that’s my tumblr pen name (K.A.I all previous posts signed K.A.I. are original works I was embarrassed over) 

I’ve been writing stories since before I could write.  I used to scribble in this star shaped Lisa Frank notebook and then read my stories out loud to my mom or anyone who would listen.  I have a crazy imagination that’s why I came to Tumblr it needed some free space to roam and as for my WIPs...

I have quite a few 

Deaf Ears to Our Cause is the only one that’s mostly complete and just going through the editing and revival phrase. It is a 50,000 word historical-fiction novel I wrote for Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) back in HS.  It’s basically about the relationship between two Hungarian girls on opposite sides of the world as they watch their homeland suffer under Communist oppression and it covers their involvement in the 1956 Hungarian Revolution.   

List of Main Characters:

Margit Olah 

Kate Lengyel 

Lajos Toth 

Patrick O’Byrne 

The White Thread That Binds Us started as a fanfiction and then strayed so far from that world and storyline that I went back rewrote everything except some basic relationships and I guess you could call it fantasy/drama/fiction?  I need to work on world building A LOT, but essentially it’s about family ties, it explores the difference between relationships built on time and affection and the blood bonds that we cannot change or break. In a way it’s very practical and if I ever get around to finishing it, it won’t have anything close to a perfect ending.  

List of Main Characters 

Reina/Danica Chiaki 

King Evrain Lisanthus 

Prince Vanden Lisanthus

Rosalya 

Honestly? is a play I started working on last summer that I haven’t touched in a WHILE.  The idea was to mess with the concept of honesty and what it would be like to be 100% honest and say exactly what’s on your mind and whether or not any relationship could survive pure honesty.  Theoretically it seems impossible, but since it hasn’t been tested who knows right?  The issue I ran into was the setting, realistic? Fantasy? Sci-fi?  That’s a wall I haven’t gotten past...

I have to find my list of characters and character descriptions it’s on my other laptop. Sorry!

My Happy Ending or Happy Endings is a psychological horror novel where a young writer uses stories to cope with pain in his life but the tragic lives he writes for his characters begin to haunt him at night and his characters threaten to kill him unless he writes them all happy endings.  This one is just a concept I haven’t actively started working on it yet...

Eavesdropping is another play with a weird concept.  Basically it would take place on three separate levels of an apartment that has very thin walls (think dorm room thin) and the conversations in the play take place between people in the same room as well as interconnecting with overheard conversations from other rooms and floors.  A state of organized chaos where private issues overlap. The idea is to explore the fundamental connections between people as well as how every action somehow affects everyone else no matter how small it may be.    

I’ve written a BUNCH of fanfiction as well if there’s any interest I’ll make a separate post for that category of WIPs 

So yeah there’s me 

Feel free to send me any asks about any of the projects and I’m going to start posting excerpts starting next week!

I’m very excited to be a part of this awesome writing community 

-Kai 

#writeblr #drist-n-dither #my wips #my ocs #my babies #kai

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The Digital Divide

The problem of inequality is an issue that is always on the forefront in regards to political or social issues. Whether it’s with money, rights, or education, it is a complicated problem that can’t be fixed easily. With the technology boom, this has been another area for inequality to arise. As a college student at a top tier university, I never have to question my access to technology or the internet. Everybody on campus, whether they have a laptop or not, can go to places and use campus resources for free. This is not the case in many other places around the country, and especially around the world. This is what is known as the digital divide. In simple terms, Everett Rogers put it as “the gap that exists between individuals advantaged by the internet and those individuals relatively disadvantaged by the internet” (Rogers, 2001). Many others aren’t so fortunate to have all the resources access or connect to the internet. As a result, they are put at an extreme disadvantage in regards to their educational opportunities. A way that we can bridge this divide is with digital equity. According to the National Digital Inclusion Alliance, “Digital Equity is a condition in which all individuals and communities have the information technology capacity needed for full participation in our society, democracy and economy”(digitalinclusion.org). By providing equal access to education technologies, we can finally help narrow gap of educational inequality.

Having the capability of providing a quality education to anybody in the world was something that was inconceivable one hundred years ago. Your education depended on your family status and how much money you had. Now with the internet, it doesn’t cost thousands of dollars to receive a quality education. But it still requires access to technology, internet access, and a reliable connection. Getting these things to the rest of the world is a challenge that we face. “Due to affordability (cost), weak information technology infrastructure, lack of reliable electricity, and usability issues, access to the Internet continues to be a problem in developing countries” (Pazurek & Feyissa, 2015). Unfortunately this will not be an easy problem to fix. Especially with all of the other social, environmental, and political issues, this doesn’t seem to be at the top of most people’s minds when it comes to fixing the world. Despite this, there are still organizations set up to spread awareness on the importance of the issue like digitalequityforlearning.org, who are funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation.

In my eyes, the importance of this issue cannot be understated. Education plays are crucial role in the development of a person, especially when it comes to the way they view and act in the world. Those who don’t receive an opportunity to have a good education are put at an extreme disadvantage.  “Anthony Giddens, a British sociologist, considers as fundamentally important the fact that education plays a significant role in either strengthening or breaking down inequalities”(Radovanovic, 2011). I believe that by narrowing our gap of educational inequality, we will allow many more people to reach their intellectual potential. By doing this, it will improve other forms of inequality in our world, especially in regards to wealth and oppression. Bridging the digital gap is a critical issue that we need to spread more awareness about, and also take more action on.

References:

“Definitions.” National Digital Inclusion Alliance, 16 Apr. 2019, www.digitalinclusion.org/definitions/.

Pazurek, A. & Feyissa, S. (2015). Digital divide. In J. Spector (Ed.), The SAGE encyclopedia of educational technology (pp. 205-206). Thousand Oaks,, CA: SAGE Publications, Inc. doi: 10.4135/9781483346397.n91

Radovanovic, Danica. “Digital Divide and Social Media: Connectivity Doesn't End the Digital Divide, Skills Do.” Scientific American Blog Network, 14 Dec. 2011, blogs.scientificamerican.com/guest-blog/digital-divide-and-social-media-connectivity-doesnt-end-the-digital-divide-skills-do/.

Rogers,E.M.(2001).TheDigitalDivide.Convergence,7(4),96–111. https://doi.org/10.1177135485650100700406

[kiiruna-a]

`  ☆┆JONAS , SKYRIM HC DUMP .

jonas’ father was a priest of talos. jonas himself had to endure his family being targeted by the thalmor after the white-gold concordat. because his family was wise enough to withdraw from their public worshiping, neither of them were imprisoned or punished for their faith, but the whole ordeal is what triggered jonas to join the stormcloak rebellion.

he loved being in the stormcloak army, but he did not love the majority of his fellow soldiers. while there are many that join up because they are against the laws set by the empire over skyrim, many of those who join up are also simply people who want to banish other races from settling in skyrim. jonas fought the imperial legion for the sake of an open skyrim, not a more closed one. because of this, he has little contact with any other stormcloaks after retirement.

the way he injured his leg was that he was thrown off a cliff in the reach as a carriage with weapons he was escorting was attacked by enemies.

after his injury rendered him unable to battle, he joined the bard’s college, hoping to pursue his original dream, using his talent with the lute, & he is still stationed there, but he is not actively taking any classes; he travels around trying to gather experience because he can “ graduate “.

his best songs are “the age of oppression” as well as “the dragonborn comes”. 

on his person you can usually find: his lute, two nordic war axes, bread & apples, an amulet of talos, a book, & a little bag of coins.

he loves to read, & his favorite book is ghosts in the storm, which is how he became friends with the book’s writer, adonato leotelli. he usually reads a book, sells it, & uses that coin to buy a new one, & that way he keeps his baggage light, but he never misses out on a new piece of writing.

as a soldier, jonas used dual-wielded war axes, & that is what he is most skilled in. he was also equipped with a bow for far-range attacks, & he would usually use heavy armor, since his techniques usually required close-up battling, & he had no place for a shield.

the cities he feels the best in are windhelm & whiterun.

he still refers to the snow quarter by it’s original name, & refuses to use the more common grey quarter, in respect of it’s inhabitants. 

some canon skyrim characters he has a good relationship with are: viarmo (bards college), jorn (bards college), freir (solitude), adonato leotelli (windhelm), lortheim (windhelm), brunwulf free-winter (windhelm), ralof (stormcloaks), danica pure-spring (whiterun), ysolda (whiterun), talsgard (wandering bard).

jonas, while usually found drinking whatever mead is the cheapest, actually has a preference for spiced wine as a warm drink.

#( the r o m a n t i c i s t ) // v: skyrim . #( aven inspired me....... )

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Britain to withdraw judges from Hong Kong top court

Britain to withdraw judges from Hong Kong top court

Britain says it’s withdrawing its judges from Hong Kong’s top court because keeping them there would “legitimize oppression” in the former British colony By JILL LAWLESS and DANICA KIRKA Associated Press March 30, 2022, 10:50 AM • 3 min read Share to FacebookShare to TwitterEmail this article LONDON — Britain said Wednesday that it is withdrawing its judges from Hong Kong’s top court because…

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[solacekames]

People Say Identity Politics Are Killing the Democratic Party. I Think They're Saving It.

BY STEVEN THRASHER DEC 15, 2017 ESQUIRE.COM

Roy Moore was an extreme danger to religious freedom and the rule of law for everyone living in the United States, but he posed a particular threat to the liberty of queer people, Black people, Chicanos, Muslims, non-Christians (including his own lawyer who, his wife noted with great enunciation, was “a Jew”), women, immigrants, and the poor.

But let’s give credit where credit is due and admit that the real reason Democrat Doug Jones will be heading to Washington to represent the people of Alabama is identity politics. If white people in Alabama had their way, Moore would be heading to the Senate, where he’d be free to legislate what kinds of sex you and I would legally be able to have, free to impose theocracy upon us, and free to keep treating young women as he allegedly has in the past. An overwhelming number of white people, who make up the majority of the state’s eligible voters, cast their votes for Moore, just as they voted for Trump last year. At the same time, 98 percent of Black women and 92 percent of Black men voted for Doug Jones. And, despite the gutting of the Voting Rights Act andvoter suppression efforts, they came out to vote in droves.

Identity politics saved the day.

But wasn’t it a different kind of identity politics that gave us Trump in the first place? Wasn’t it “white identity politics” behind Moore’s strong showing with white voters? Not exactly.

Conservatives of all stripes, as well as liberals like Jonathan Chait and Mark Lilla, like to write off “identity politics” as divisive claptrap, but I don’t believe they understand the concept for what it is. Identity politics is not simply referring to the politics of any identity—its roots lie in grounding anti-racist, anti-misogynist and liberation politics specifically in the experiences of Black women.

The Black feminist Combahee River Collective coined the term 40 years ago. (In fact, their famous statement has just been newly published in the book How We Get Free: Black Feminism and the Combahee River Collective). These women wrote that their “politics initially sprang from the shared belief that Black women are inherently valuable” and “that our liberation is a necessity not as an adjunct to somebody else's.” Identity politics was born as Black women owning that “the most profound and potentially most radical politics come directly out of our own identity, as opposed to working to end somebody else’s oppression.”

This is what we saw on Tuesday: Black women made life in the U.S. in general, and Alabama in particular, a little less dangerous and humiliating for everyone by rejecting a theocratic racist. Doug Jones understood this: he, too, put forward a politics based on Black women’s oppression. In 1997, Jones brought prosecution and won convictions against two members of the KKK who were responsible for the 1963 16th Street Church bombing in Birmingham, Alabama, that killed four little black girls (and maimed one more who suffers in poverty to this day). Instead of hiding this fact to appeal to “centrists,” Jones allowed this to be a key part of his message.

And yet, the Democratic Party has a hard time understanding that they need to put “minorities” (a term we should retire because it denotes subservience to whiteness) and particularly Black women, at the forefront. After Hillary Clinton’s loss, there was no shortage of voices on the left saying she appealed too much to special interest “minorities” and disaffected white people. But whiteness is both a political scourge and represents the past, while identity politics represents the present and the future.

Since Trump was elected, we’ve seen the kind of specific identity politics rooted in the experiences of the marginalized and maligned that comes, as the Combahee statement described, “directly out of our own identity, as opposed to working to end somebody else’s oppression.” There was Ashley Bennett, the woman so angry about a sexist joke from her representative on the Board of Freeholders in Atlantic City that she ran against him and won. There was Danica Roem, the first out transgender woman to be elected in Virginia, who turned her transphobic representative in the House of Delegates into her constituent.

And, as the Windy City Times found, of an historic 72 out LGBT candidates nationwide, more than half won. Indeed, since Trump was elected, we are seeing the most racially, sexually, and ethnically diverse crop of candidates not only participating, but winning. Even in “red states,” many of them are winning with truly progressive economics, such as Jackson mayor Chokwe Lumumba. Some 15 members of the Democratic Socialists of America have won across the country. For the left, the path to victory against Trump does not entail rallying around a “neutral” candidate who puts identity politics to the side...

[read more at http://www.esquire.com/news-politics/politics/a14436467/identity-politics-alabama/]

#identity politics #idpol #alabama