#granting three wishes ; ooc

[zhongrin]

newton’s second law of motion

◇ characters ◇ al haitham (ft. kaveh, cyno, tighnari)

◇ tags ◇ divorced dad al haitham as your ex-hubby, possibly ooc al haitham (?), you have a daughter, al haitham pines on you badly, angst to fluff, crack, kaveh-cyno-tighnari support group ftw, brainrot format with a little fic

◇ a/n ◇ happy birthday you dolt (/aff). i didn't plan to post any birthday fic for him but this thought hit me as soon as i read that silly bday letter. this was supposed to be just a brainrot help-

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

divorced husband!al haitham who is hit by a revelation over the year he lived separated from you - that he had taken you for granted and he had driven you away by failing to communicate and appreciate you properly.

divorced husband!al haitham who receives a little package from you on his birthday; just a small, store-bought birthday cake. he's reminded of the biting words he said the year before, when he tasted the cake you made with your daughter. in hindsight, it was perfectly normal for a three-year-old to mistake salt for sugar. in hindsight, he should have known to hold his tongue. in hindsight, he could have done better than just stare as your daughter cried in your arms.

divorced husband!al haitham who knows that you were just being nice with all these small gestures. for updating him about how your daughter is doing in school every month. it was all a formality of sorts and it was an agreement you had when you broke your marriage. but he can't help the hope that sparked within his chest when he sees your handwriting and hears your voice on the rare meet-ups you organize.

divorced husband!al haitham who admits that you deserve someone better. who resolves to be someone better.

divorced husband!al haitham who picks up that parenting book he abandoned and buys new ones because four-year-olds are different from newborn babies. people stare at him in awe when he starts attending the parenting-themed seminars, and it's like he's back in his akademiya days, taking notes and analyzing research journals.

divorced husband!al haitham who, to his previous roommate's surprise, lets himself be dragged into the 'severely unproductive' weekly tcg game meeting. he silently sits and listens to cyno unconsciously bragging about the warm home he built with his spouse, tighnari proudly retelling story after story about collei taking the lead of the forest rangers, and kaveh gushing about the love of his life.

divorced husband!al haitham who, to everyone's shock, asks for their advice on how to rebuild what he's lost, who for once listens to kaveh as he guides him to emphatize more and shows him the values of white lies when used properly, as inefficient as he though it was. soon enough it turns into a full-on lecture at one corner of lambad's tavern - tighnari had brought out a whiteboard out of nowhere, and even cyno who was at first skeptical about giving him a second chance was animatedly giving his own two mora to avoid worsening the disaster that is the scribe's love life.

divorced husband!al haitham who picks up a new pen and delicately writes a letter with the ink of your favorite color, intending to ask you to meet at the library because he wanted to "further encourage our daughter's newly-found interest in reading". he's hoping it would show his sincerity (yes, he did listen when you absentmindedly told him about your daughter on the last update meeting) and imply that he wishes to make amends (because he remembers not taking much interest in the more 'trivial' things that concerns your daughter when he should have).

divorced husband!al haitham who does not understand why you didn't reply to him, and so he proceeds to recite the letter, word-by-word, to the curious table of the same friends from a week ago, their tcg match long forgotten. kaveh throws a deck of cards at him. cyno slumps back to his chair with a steely expression, arms crossed. tighnari sighs and bemoans about how al haitham is the worst student he's ever had thus far. kaveh rubs his face with his palms - "alright. okay. alright. look. clearly one lecture isn't enough. we could just. we could try again. hey, at least he tried!"

divorced husband!al haitham who wakes up the morning after because of his doorbell, with barely two hours of sleep, coffee-less (you used to make him coffee and he does not understand what he's missing because he could never make them taste the same), grumpy (he remembers the way you would laugh and boop his nose whenever he feels like this), darkened eye bags under his hazy green eyes (which you used to try and will away with a kiss; it never worked but he wishes you were there to do it still), opening the door of his abode (the house feels far too big without you) and promptly almost collapsing from shock at the sight.

it's you.

divorced husband!al haitham who fumbles with his words; his brain isn't working properly and his composure is nowhere in sight. you're holding your daughter's hand and you're looking at him from head to toe with a frown. he asks why you were here. you tell him icily that it was your scheduled date for the usual monthly update; you thought he would have appreciated you bringing your daughter this time. his brain stops. his heart swells. his chest feels warm.

divorced husband!al haitham who invites you in and blushes when you see the remnants of last night's "lectures". kaveh's silly flowchart ('when you should shut your mouth') is still present on the whiteboard. tighnari's books about child development created little towers around the coffee table. cyno's headpiece is still lying on the sofa. and his own copious notes are all over the place.

"what kind of.... project.... are you working on, exactly?"

his brain's broca's area must have been terribly damaged from all the 'scenario exercises' kaveh put him through last night, because what was supposed to be a 'pay no mind to it, it's merely a personal interest of mine' somehow turned into a sheepishly spoken: "i wanted to become a better partner and father."

and you must have thought he was crazy, too, with that look of utter shock on your face. al haitham decides to change the subject. he sees the way your daughter is eyeing the pantry - more specifically, the cabinet that used to store her snacks, and maybe it's all the books and seminars he attended but somehow he understands.

"have you... had breakfast?"

"..... no," your tone is cold and you avert your eyes. the implication is not lost on him. you had not planned to stay for long.

"i see. would you like to procure-" he pauses, gazes towards your daughter, remembering what he read - and he drops to his knees so he can be of a similar eye level with the young child. when he speaks next his tone is higher, softer, and you almost can't believe what you're witnessing, "-would you and mommy like to get some food with daddy?"

"..... yes."

his little angel's voice is barely above a whisper and slightly unsure, but it still makes a genuine smile spread onto his lips for the first time in...... what seemed like forever. he directs his gaze up towards you, like some kind of a lost puppy seeking permission from its owner. you throw one last glance at his notes and sigh before nodding stiffly.

"alright.... you look like you badly need coffee anyway."

divorced husband!al haitham who, despite the tiredness in his bones, readily escorts the two of you out of the house after quickly scribbling a note for the three guests sleeping on a pile in the guest room.

divorced husband!al haitham who asks his daughter about where she'd like to eat and agrees immediately upon her answer despite knowing that their destination would only serve that trashy coffee he loathes with his whole life (and when you ask him again whether he's really okay with her choice, he says yes even though he wanted to say no).

divorced husband!al haitham who asks you about the latest updates on your job and tells you that he thinks it's admirable, for you to balance caring for their child while also having such a stable career (you did not express the need to be getting constructive criticism on how to further improve your career and branch out your skills, so he decides to keep his mouth shut).

divorced husband!al haitham who stumbles, trips, and is still horribly clumsy as he paves a path back to walk beside you and your daughter. but he tries. and he hopes to spend his next birthday with you, your daughter, a kitchen that looked like an oven has exploded, and a deformed cake.

and as the front door closes, the three guests high-fives each other in a small circle from behind the slightly opened door of the guest room.

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[zg0nuwa]

colors ; lin kuei trio

you guys are not going to like me after this one

cw ; angst, hurt&no comfort, character death, unrequited love, this is a song fic (personally i’m not the biggest fan but damn does this work so well with these three), might be a little ooc, i would like to sincerely apologize to tomas enjoyers, NOT PROOFREAD!!!

bi han

“ You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece ”

you knew him from the start, you were there when his father presented him the title of the future grandmaster as he was the firstborn of the family, you were there when he screamed and yelled how it’s not fair that his brothers don’t have to endure the same training as him.

you were there when his mother, the only figure in his life he could consider a parental one, died and you were there when he finally got granted the title of the grandmaster of lin kuei.

you were always there, no matter his failures, small mistakes and fits of rage as something didn’t go the way he wanted. no matter how ragged he seemed to be you saw the same little boy that strived to make everyone proud, strived for perfection.

“ And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink ”

who would’ve thought that the same boy you so admired for his commitment, for his determination would be the cause of your downfall. of course you loved him, how could you not? he tore through your thoughts like spilled ink through paper.

day and night, dawn and noon, sunrise and sunset it was about showing your worth to him. and of course it didn’t matter. he was so oblivious, so engrossed in his goals and ideas that he didn’t even consider spending his time on foolish matters like love.

he believed a person in love is a fool, an idiot, a naive moron that believed anything the loved one said. and he was right.

“ Everything is blue; his pills, his hands, his jeans ”

after the betrayal you tried so hard to rid yourself of the color of his vest. the blueness spilling everywhere from your walls, your clothes, the sky outside your window during exhausting days and sleepless nights. it was like a ghost was following you, eyes playing tricks and your brain showing the so dreaded color in the corner of your eye.

so when he actually arrived at the doors of shirai ryu you didn’t believe it. it was like a fever dream, they way his eyes gazed at you with pure hatred and resentment. you stared hoping to see something deep in there, like a confession, that he wished he didn’t have to do it, that he did it because he cared about you, that he loved you.

but there was nothing there, just the endless pit of rage.

“ And now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams ”

you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance, not because you were not a warrior, you were, a great one even but even Achilles had a weak spot right? the only difference was that while Achilles had his heel you were standing face to face with your weakness. and he knew how to use this advantage.

“ you were supposed to be on my side. what a disappointment you are. ”

the hunting blue about to drown you, his clothes, the dark sky, the ice forming around his forearms, the color that now represents the clan which brought so much destruction to your home, the same color you once could even said you loved to death, just because it belonged to him.

“ And it's blue… ”

he stood above you with the bloody ice spear in his hands, directed perfectly at your beating heart. the heart that beat of him, at the pace he played. and of course he struck right where he wanted. he just couldn’t be more perfect, right?

tomas

he thought he lost everything he could, two families torn apart and he couldn’t comprehend what sins he must’ve committed to deserve such thing. but even with that he never lost hope, he didn’t care how childish it sounded. he still had kuai liang, he still had you.

“ Everything is grey “

you know what they say right? how everything has its end? good or bad, things will always end one way or another. and tomas knew, but oh how he wished things never ended. not now that you finally setteled in together at the shirai ryu he thought things will finally go the right way for him.

not everything was picture perfect, he still felt the immense guilt for “separating” the brothers and dragging you just by affiliation into this mess. sleepless nights spent with silent tears while you slept peacefully. harsh trainings and to top it off clumsiness from lack of sleep.

bruises and cuts becoming a normalcy for him. and so did become this far away, clouded look on his face.

“ His hair, his smoke, his dreams ”

you tried everything to get him out of that state, but if there’s one thing he shares with both bi han and kuai liang it’s the god damn stubbornness. you loved each other dearly, theres no denying that but the wall he created between you was becoming too much. for both sides.

the last time you confronted him about all the nights you spent alone or the times he ignored you during the day it ended in a screaming match. even if for him it was like a nightmare come true he couldn’t help but think he deserved you walking out on him with a loud and heart-wrenching scream.

“ i’m tired tomas, i cannot take this anymore! ”

oh how he wished it had never come to this.

“ And now he's so devoid of color ”

and now as he holds your body close to his chest, both your faces covered in blood, he understood that if there was someone to be deserving or undeserving of something, it’s you. you deserved better than him, better than what he had put you through, and you certainly didn’t deserve for your life to end this way.

“ i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. ”

he didn’t know what hurt more. the sight of your face slowly losing color, eyes slowly losing life, and the hold on his cheek becoming less and less firm or the fact that after all this, you still forgave him. it felt like someone had just shot him in the face, right between his eyes…

…and the scar stayed, for a long time. just like the shades of gray in his eyes and heart after losing the only source of color in his life.

“ He don't know what it means ”

the hope was all lost now.

kuai liang

“ You were red and you liked me 'cause I was blue ”

‘childhood sweethearts’ was what a lot of people described you two as. friends from day one, that’s what comes with being a child of the grandmasters closest friend. you did everything together, all of your firsts were with the other one present.

“ But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky ”

a sweet reality, truly. your best friend being your actually first ever friend, being your first handhold, your first kiss, even your first time. but isn’t it somewhat normal? teenagers exploring their possibilities, their sexuality, their bodies. it all seems harmless until feelings come in the way. they started after the kiss and only got worse.

it would be normal to consider that he liked you too, right? so when he asked you to meet up in your secret spot because he had something important to tell you? oh boy you were losing your absolute mind.

choosing your best clothes, doing your hair, you obviously wanted to be your best in that moment. waiting in the spot was becoming an agonizing activity, you came over half an hour earlier then you were supposed to because of excitement.

“ And you decided purple just wasn't for you ”

it was supposed to be the best day ever for you until you saw him leading a girl you recognized. harumi, of course you knew who she was. you were always jealous of her, her stupid perfect face, her stupidly beautiful hair, her stupid smile. and yet here she was, standing in a place you wanted so badly to occupy.

and kuai liang stood proudly in front of you, a smile on his face, his chin held high in pride. he looked happy, maybe even happier then he ever been. happier than he has ever been when with you.

“ i wanted you to be the first one to know, harumi is my girlfriend ”

because best friends since childhood always share their firsts. and it’s so sweet.

feeling a bit silly tbh :3

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Sick day

Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Reader

Description: It's summer and, somehow, you became sick. Fyodor is here to look after you.

Fluff. Little Sick fic.

Semi-Sequel to Shopping trip and Surprise.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

You groaned and woke up. You felt terrible and had a headache, your nose was stuffy, and your throat were sore. Moreover, you were shivering, like crazy.

For the whole evening, you feel under the weather. Even when Doppo and Kolya offered you to have another movie marathon, similar to the one you three had after that terrible shopping trip.

If you felt better, you would join them. But, instead, you decide to go to bed early at 8:00 pm.

It takes you a minute to grab your phone from the bedside table. The familiar picture of you and Armed Detective Agency near the campfire, that you use as your lock screen picture, greet you. You look at the time.

10:00 pm.

Still early. You sneeze. Your headache became worse.

Well, isn't it just dandy? You were sick. Somehow, you manage to catch a cold in the middle of summer.

You start coughing.

You wonder, if, in reality, you had an ability that makes you get into troubles or almost impossible situations. You also wonder if it's the case, could you convince Fukuzawa to let you became his subordinate and use his ability on you, so he can turn off your supposed ability off. It will be easier, than dragging Dazai everywhere you go.

Another cough. You grumbled and struggled to get out of bed. Your mouth was dry, you needed to drink water. And, it would be perfect, if you had a wet rug for your forehead.

After getting on your feet, you slowly moved towards one of the shelves. You start searching through it, hoping to find a rug or a towel. You only find a big towel (too big to put on your forehead) and scarf, that Kolya made for you (too precious).

You shook your head. Maybe, In the bathroom, you will find something suitable.

But, first thing, water.

Staggering, you slowly walked towards the kitchen.

You were tried, you felt terrible. You close your eyes, hoping, that it will ease the headache.

That's how you bumped into someone. Someone warm.

You blink few times. It was dark, but you manage to see familiar purple eyes.

You bumped into Fyodor Dostoevsky.

You two were staring at each other. Fyodor carefully put his hand on your forehead. Fyodor frowned.

"You have a fever."

It wasn't a question, but you nodded. Fyodor sighs and carefully put his arm around your shoulders.

"Come. Stay in my room tonight, [Y/N]. A d don't try to protest, Myshonok¹. I will take care of you."

You whine.

"Water... Wet rug..."

Fyodor pat your head.

"I will get them for you, but, please, you need to go to bed."

You had no strength to fight or protest. You let Fyodor lead you to his room.

Soon you were laying on Fyodor's bed and Fyodor tucked you in. Fyodor cast a quick gaze at you and left his room.

You sigh. It wasn't your first time sleeping in Fyodor's bed. At the end of May, you slept here for a week.

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It happened few days after Kolya made dumplings for everyone and scarf for you. Because of that, all BSD cast start searching for something interesting about their real world counterparts. They were trying to find some cute facts, so they can make something nice to you.

You discussed everything you knew about their real world counterparts with BSD Cast. And one day you made a mistake. You discussed the wrong fact about Fyodor Dostoevsky.

"This world Fyodor Dostoevsky has a gambling problem. One time, he lost everything, even his wife's clothes. I hope, our Fyodor won't follow this path."

To give you credit, you didn't say at Fyodor's face. But you didn't discuss it, when Fyodor wasn't in the house.

He heard you nice and clear.

The next evening, he challenged you to a game of poker. The loser had to grant the winner's wish.

Fyodor still didn't tell you, why he wished for you to sleep in the same bed with him (and cuddle with him) for a week.

________

You doze off. But, after you feel a wet rug been placed on your forehead, you opened your eyes again.

Fyodor was back. Holding your head with one hand, Fyodor brought the mug to your lips.

"Slowly, [Y/N]. Small sips"

You followed Fyodor's advice. It wasn't pure water. It was a special tea, that helps against cold. Tea was warm and tasty. Soon, you drank tea to the last drop.

Fyodor nodded contentedly. Putting the mug away, he took a small bottle of cough syrup from the inside pocket of his coat.

Fyodor poured syrup into plastic spoon.

"Now, open your mouth, Myshonok"

The syrup was too sweet, but, you knew, that you can not to take it. Fyodor won't let you.

Tea and syrup made you sleepy. Wet rug on your forehead felt nice. You yawn. You slowly doze off. You mumbled.

"Thanks, Fedya... Good night"

Through your sleep, you felt Fyodor kiss your forehead and whispered.

"Good night, Myshonok. Sleep well."

After making sure, that you are sleeping, Fyodor sat in his computer chair. He wasn't against sleeping in his chair, so you will be comfortable.

Fyodor chuckled. He hoped that when you became better, you will agree to cuddle with him again.

_______

¹Myshonok - "baby mouse" in Russian

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[taocard]

Hopelessly Invested

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ 𝐬𝐰𝐨'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I've barely started the Fontaine story quest yet so if things are a bit OOC that's why 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lyney ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

❣ imagine being a bit of a flirt yourself and Lyney doesn't realize it while he's trying to rizzz you up ❣ he is very weak when it comes to you flirting with him because it catches him by surprise and it was coming from you after all ❣ and you never do it first! you only do it when he's attempting to make your heart jump "ah-choo!" "bless you," you said he scratched his nose and smiled, "thank you" that's when he thought of an attempt to make you flush "you know," he started, "i once heard someone say that when you sneeze, it means that someone is thinking about you" "oh, is that so?" you hummed ❣ you'd been around and people have used these words on you before. which means you've heard of this one and knew exactly how it went you bit back a smile "hmmm...well, someone must be thinking about me a lot lately. given that I've been sneezing an awful lot since my boat docked in Fontaine..."

you looked Lyney right in the eyes and smirked at him. "i can't help but wonder...if a certain magician i know has to do with it?" ❣ you went ahead and stole his words and managed to make his face turn into a nice shade of pink ❣ this has happened maybe 3 times where you took his lines and turned them back to him ❣and each time he turns into a little blushing mess

Lyney turns his head slightly to the left, his hand over his mouth, and his voice coming out wobbly "you're...quite the natural flirt, aren't you...almost had me there for a second...heh...!" ❣ 'almost' was an understatement. you had him like putty in your hands ❣ if you decide to turn it up a notch further...well...you'll see

You had your hands behind your back and leaned up close to his face, "you know i sneeze at night as well...do you a certain someone is imagining naughty things about me?" Your lips were close and you were just amused and smirking at Lyney trying to find his words. his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as his face turned red Lyney slipped a card between your face, a puny attempt at hiding his red face, but it did help keep your lips away. archons...he felt like he was going to overheat. "time out! time out!" he'll exclaim you'll laugh and lean away, allowing him to have his space "sorry sorry. i just couldn't resist"

❣ Lyney would try to think of different pickup lines and ways to catch you off guard. he wants to think of things that are more original and different so that it would at least surprise you a little ❣ but everything hes done so far hasn't phased you even a little! ❣ ...which led to Lyney taking this as a challenge and actually getting invested in you A week later you open your door to see Lyney standing there with a bouquet in his hand. he's wearing his little dashing smile and bowing in front of you like you are some great archon

"whats the occasion?" you asked, taking the flowers and smelling them with a little smile "well a fresh bouquet is a wonderful way to start the day don't you think?" he asked ❣at this point, he doesn't even know if he's trying to make you flustered or impress you

you hum in thought, eyes going to the flowers in your hands and Lyney. was this it? was he finally going to make you call him sweet and it was something different so surely-

Lyney is frozen as he feels your soft fingers tickle his check and youre leaning back to your spot before he even realized what you've done. "the best way to start my day is by seeing you, silly" you had placed one of the flowers in his hair. right above his braid. Lyney blinks once. twice. three times. before his face feels warm and hes letting out a bashful laugh.

"w-well arent you the charmer."

he's flushed because there was a variety of flowers in that bouquet and of course you chose to put the rainbow rose in his hair.

Lyney's brain wasnt really working. all he knew is that he ran right out of there- quickly saying about how he needed to practice for his show and all with Lynette "mhm, I'm sure you do." you nodded, something about your tone made his heart catch his in his throat. its almost like you could read his mind or something and knew he was fumbling. ❣and later that evening Freminet would enter their shared home after a long day and was not at all expecting hear his brother moaning and groaning all the way from the living room. "uhm. is lyney alright?" Freminet asked his sister, taking off his helmet with a confused look on his face "yeah he's just-" "they chose a rainbow rose! a rainbow rose of all thingssssssss! do they even know what it meansss??" Lynette resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Lyneys groan from the couch. "he's just formed a bit of a crush is all" she replied to Freminet, crossing her arms ❣Lyney who was dealing with the consequences of actions. all of his investment in trying to make you flustered formed into a crush.

#genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #lynette #lyney fluff #freminet #just lyney being hopeless is all #lyney being weak to flirts has been on my mind

[viviartsy]

Dubz fic.

Chapter 1.

Warnings: I believe none, for now. But for future reference, violence, foul language, drugs, alcohol, etc. So just proceed with caution.

Words: 1495.

Notes: If you see any mistakes, please tell me. English is not my first language. Also I'm basing this off purely on what we knew about Dubz until a few days ago. I'll watch Gassed Up as soon as I can, but the character will not change. This is the perception I have of him and it's very likely to be ooc. Every other character is completely made up and so is the story. I have also never done this before, so if you have any recommendations or anything you want to add, feel free to do so.

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It wasn’t that late. The streets were properly lit, there was the buzzing of people and cars going around her. Yet she felt so bad. So sad, so lonely, so out of place, so very homesick.

She wasn’t used to that feeling. Never would have she thought that leaving her little city back home to go live her dream would have her feeling this empty. She had no reason to. She was in London, of all places. She was also lucky enough to have a home there, family, people who already loved and cared for her very much.

It had been her dream, to grow up, finish her studies and move to London to find the job she always wanted. She had always known she couldn’t stay back. If she did, she would have been trapped there forever. She’d have to find a remote work, at best. Or worse, become a high-school teacher like her father wanted!

Yet she had persevered. She finished her studies just in time and with good grades. Her Bachelor’s Thesis granted her a scholarship so she could do her Masters in Arts without much financial support from her father. And, finally, without barely any convincing, her grandfather’s brother took her in his home. He and his wife had always cared for her and her sister, and they had promised her that if she ever wanted it, she would find a place to stay with them.

They had all been so proud she chose to attend university. Even for a measly Fine Arts degree, when so many people around her constantly diminished her work and dismissed her choices.

She had promised herself as a child that she would be great. The she would make herself proud. Proud of her work, of all her achievements. Even when the odds had been so against her she thought she’d barely make it out alive, she swore if she made it, she’d be great.

Yet nowadays she found herself awake at night, thinking about home. So much fighting in her earlier years had paid off when she left. Leaving behind the most wonderful people who supported her, who always dreamed big, so they made her feel like she could strive for more.

If she was being completely honest, it wasn’t that bad. The people attending the same classes as her were nice, she had made friends in her time there. Sure, they weren’t like the lifelong friendships she had made throughout her life back home, but they had only had so much time to get to know each other. She’d been there for only three months, so asking for more was a bit dramatic.

She had always had a knack for drama. “Artists” Her father would say, “always so sensitive”. Not that she could deny it.

A gust of wind made her shiver. It somehow wasn’t getting any warmer. Back home they had already put away the winter clothes. Yet there she was, pitch black at five o’ clock. Scarf and gloves on, freezing like a popsicle. That was the one thing she’d never get used to, no matter the time: cold.

“Don’t go out,” Her aunt had warned her. “it’ll be dark before you can even think of coming back. And then, you’ll see, you’d be wishing you didn’t go out”.

Oh, how right she was. As soon as she got off the bus, she wished she hadn’t agreed to go out for a study date at a café with her friends. Now that she was walking back home, three hours later, she felt utterly miserable.

And the worst part of the night was yet to come.

Noa couldn’t have been able to put into words what happened. One moment she was walking home with her head down because the wind was drying out her contacts. Next thing she knew two young men had cornered her against the wall of a house and were talking gibberish she couldn’t make out.

Turns out no matter how much one studies a language, even when you think you know everything, it takes some brainpower to make out stuff when you’re anxious, tired, scared… or really anything but thinking straight.

At first, she didn’t know if they were talking to her. They must have been, seeing the position they had her in. The two were young, like, really young. For all she knew, they must have been nineteen at most. She could hear them talking, but understood barely nothing.

Time didn’t stop, her senses didn’t heighten magically, and if adrenaline was pumping in her system, it must have been why she felt she had to run away from them. She couldn’t make out the situation, she felt more like a caged animal than a human in danger.

Because she was in danger, wasn’t she? She was not being insane. She couldn’t be.

“Alright, not much of a chatter, are we?” One of the boys said after a momenr, looking quickly behind him as his friend smirked.

She hadn’t heard the screech of tires against the pavement. Or how the front one hit the sidewalk and almost went over it. She only saw how the two kids’ expression changed from amusement and smugness to the kind of faces children make when they know they’re in trouble.

“Maybe the problem’s your breath stinks, champ. Ever heard of flushing?”

Somehow, adding another man’s voice to the situation didn’t make it any better. If anything, her hands were shaking and she wanted to cry so bad her eyes were burning.

“Leave her alone, kid. If you keep aiming that high, you’re gonna piss all over yourself”.

The man had taken off his helmet and was now leaning on the motorcycle, a black figure she couldn’t  make out. Really, she should change her contacts. Her eyes were on fire.

“Yo, Dubz c’mon” The taller boy complained. And he really did sound like a kid right then and there. A kid being told off for being too rowdy. “We didn’t do nothing to her”.

Dubz shook his head, smiling a big amused smile.

“Seeing your faces was enough a scare for the night, bruv. Leave the lady alone”. He saw how the two kids were about to complain again, but he raised his brows, and they shut their mouths. “Get lost”.

And sure, get lost they did. They both huffed and left in the direction of a nearby park. Complaining through their teeth, but so very obedient.

“Kids” Noa heard him say. “They love to do the most”.

When she looked at him, she did so blankly. After few second, she blinked, which kind of calmed him a bit. It was unnerving, seeing her like a deer in headlights without so much as blinking once. She had tears in her eyes, but who wouldn’t? Her eyes must’ve been begging her for a break.

When her sight got clearer, she saw he was smiling a cheeky smile he sported oh-so-naturally. It made her feel like what just happened was child’s play. As if she hadn’t feared for her life, cornered in the middle of the street at night by two fully grown boys.

Unable to bring herself to answer, she took her hands from her pockets and started to run in the opposite direction of traffic. Maybe he didn’t catch up to her, but fear soon did, and before she could think she was running. Like her uncoordinated, shaky legs could lead her to safety before a bike caught up to her.

By the time she got home, she was exhausted. Never in her life had she run like that. She had experience with men being, well, men. But she had yet to feel as unsafe as she did just minutes ago.

Without much ceremony, she took off her coat, shoes and jeans, and jumped into bed a crying mess. So overwhelmed she quickly fell asleep, agitated and wishing she could be home, even if just for that one night.

Dubz was left dumbfounded. He looked at her run off, guessing following her would just upset her further.

Sure, the boys did kind of suck at flirting, and they had no sense of timing for it, but he wasn’t sure it was that big of an issue. Clearly, it was for her. He shrugged it off.

Just when he was about to leave, the engine already turned on, he saw something shining under his headlights. Bending down, and with difficulty due to sheer stubbornness- as he didn’t want to get off his bike-, he managed to get a hold of the item. It was some keys with a bunch of trinkets and charms attached to a heart-shaped key-chain. He couldn’t contain the laugh once he realised the poor thing had dropped her keys, which she must have been holding onto, when she ran away.

“Feisty” He simply commented as he put them in his pocket. Finally deciding to go back. They were waiting for him.

Illustrations.

First one is just a sketch, I'll try to update it as soon as possible!

#dubz #gassed up #taz skylar #taz skylar x reader #taz skylar fic #dubz x oc #oc

[comatosebunny09]

Feels Right [ Pt. 1 ]

Genre: Romance, Smut, Modern AU

Summary: Tonight, the candles in the house all burn for you.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Threesome, Female Reader, OOC Kyo & Tengen, Single Tengen, & Other Filth. MDNI!

Recommended soundtrack to get you through this travesty.

I had to do this in parts, because woooohf. 😩 Also, for the sake of this story, Tengen is single and not married to his three beautiful wives.

Hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading!

“You’re sure?” he asks, syrupy voice interweaved with concern. You nod, allowing Kyojuro to wrest your cardigan from your shoulders.

“I’m positive, honeybun.”

Why wouldn’t you be? You’d be insane to not want this. You’ve both discussed it ad nauseam, even prior to your nuptials. You never expected the opportunity to present itself so soon, however.

Wonder what makes tonight so special.

Kyojuro studies you for a moment, a thoughtful hum rattling his chest. His multifaced eyes flicker in the candlelight. Highlights the ethereal contours of his face. He cradles your jaw, closing in to capture your lips with a succulent kiss.

“Whatever happens tonight,” Kyojuro says after pulling away, molding his hands to your hips. Presses your foreheads together, eyes flitting to your mouth whilst he worries his bottom lip with his teeth. “Whatever happens tonight, I hope that it does not change how you feel about me. How you feel about us.”

He looks to you with puppy-dog eyes, lithe hands smoothing down the bend of your spine. Sways your bodies to the soulful music pervading your living room.  

Your heart swells in your chest. Brims with affection. How cute, you think, biting back a grin. It isn’t very often that you get to see Kyojuro like this: indecisive, boyish, uneasy.

How you wish to preserve this image of him in your mind for the rest of your life.

You drape your arms about his shoulders. Curl your fingers in the delicate hairs at the nape of his neck, evoking a groan from him when you tug. “Kyo, I love you. You’re my husband. No-one will ever come between us. And that’s on Mary had a little lamb.”

Kyojuro chortles, the sound sending electrical currents through you. He asks, “pinky promise?” presenting you his slender finger.

You laugh in turn, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Offer yours, nonetheless. “Pinky promise.”

“Hmm. Then, it is settled.”

Before you know what is about, Kyojuro spins you ‘round and seats you between his legs on the pillowy chaise lounge. You settle against his sex, his need for you gradually growing harder by the second. Fingers scorch your thighs, burning through your chiffon dress; map out the delicious curvature of your frame, bunching the pitiful cloth up to your hips in their greedy haste to touch everything.

Feathery locks tickle the juncture of your shoulder, followed by blistering puffs of air kissing the pulse point behind your ear. He drags his lips over your nape and shoulders. You jolt, his nails having grazed your clavicle. A smile descends onto your lips as you bask in his soothing touches. You bring your hands back to encircle his neck, granting him more access to your figure. He knows how to stoke the fire within you; knows of every erogenous zone on your body.

Kyojuro draws you further into him. His dick twitches wonderfully in the nook of your ass. He grazes the valley of your breasts with nimble fingertips, gentle like you’re but a rose petal. He then suckles on the hollow of your neck, eliciting a delicious mewl from you.

“Kyo,” you titter, knowing that you will have pretty, purple splotches blooming onto your skin come morning.  

He exhales a sugary, “mmm?” with his large hands passing over your ribcage. The thin straps of your dress slip off your shoulders once he finds the cusps of your breasts and squeezes. Works them together in languid arcs, suckling wetly on your neck, sending delightful shockwaves crashing into your center. Your thighs quake as he bares your tits to the air, an appreciative hum cascading from his lips.

Ever the attentive lover, making you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world, no matter how many times you’ve made love.

“Something on your mind, Sunflower?” His voice is deceptively innocent whilst he circles your puckering nipples with the hardened pads of his thumbs. Your thighs twitch, your center pulsating with each rotation. You bite your lip.

Thank heavens you went braless for dinner.

“Just you.” You’re winded, eyes slipping shut. Kyojuro smirks into your shoulder, nipping you with just enough teeth.

“Just him?” That tone: silken, deep, familiar, pervades your lustful haze. Bleary around the edges, the soft light dances across his biceps as he pads over to you. It’s the stark white hair that catches you off guard, causing butterflies to stir in your tummy. Wine-colored eyes creased in amusement, confirm your suspicions.

“Ten…Ten?” you query, tipsy with desire. The towering man comes into focus, kneeling before you. Fills your nostrils with mahogany and vanilla whilst a cocksure grin settles on his countenance. Tengen peers up at you through thick lashes. Stamps a searing kiss to each of your knees, humming his approval into your skin.

“What’s up, baby girl,” he mutters, kneading your thighs with sizable, rough palms. Tengen slowly guides your legs apart. Drags his lips across the flesh just shy of your outer labia.

Your breath hitches. A rush of vertigo slams into you. Stomach churns with anticipation. You swallow, fingers twitching on Kyojuro’s thigh; battling the impulse to tangle themselves in his friend’s tresses.

“K-Kyo,” you ask over your shoulder, eyes blown wide, “is…is this alright?”

Sure, you’ve discussed including someone else in one of your evening romps to keep things fresh, but…

Tengen?

You never expected your husband’s bestie to be knelt between your legs, eyes gleaming with predatory mirth.

That would explain the knowing glances they exchanged over dinner when they thought you weren’t looking.

Is this really okay, though? Sharing your wife with your dearest friend?

You haven’t much time to mull it over, for Kyojuro’s lips twitch skyward. His brows lift slightly as he nods in confirmation, ingesting you with hooded, simmering orbs. “Yes, my dear Sunflower. Tonight, is exclusively about you. So please,” he tugs your lip downward with his thumb, whispering hotly into the shell of your ear, “enjoy yourself.”  

Tengen sits back on his haunches, his satiny chuckle drawing your attention back to him. He centers in on your mouth, a hairsbreadth of space dangling between you. “You don’t want me here?” he questions, sweltering breath fanning over your already enflamed skin. Cups your cheek, swooping down to stipple your throat with modulated kisses.

“N-no,” you utter, thoroughly derailed by his fervent lips. “I-it’s not that. I-I just wasn’t expecting—”

“You to talk so god damn much,” Tengen rumbles, ravenously claiming your lips. You release a whimper, his slippery tongue invading the warm crevices of your mouth. Thrusting, tasting, exploring. He parts momentarily, coaxing your tongue into an ardent waltz. You’re panting, chasing him, scrambling for more, more, more.

A growl vibrates your back, playing up your spine like a xylophone. Swiftly, Kyojuro holds your jaws in a vice, snatching your eyes back to him.

Kyojuro casts the taller man a threatening glance over your shoulder. “I said, no kissing.” Half-slit eyes glimmer with indignation beneath the candlelight. You would laugh if not for the irritation swimming in his voice. Love how possessive your husband has become, nevertheless. He resembles a defiant child refusing to share his most treasured toy on the playground.

In your peripheral, Tengen shrinks beneath your husband’s glower. A shit-eating grin splits his face in twain. “My bad, man,” he counters, “can’t help myself. Your wife is fine as fuck.”

To underline his statement, Tengen palms your breast; plucks your nipple to its crest, evoking a gentle keen from you. “Sounds like she liked it, anyway,” he says, eyes interlocking with Kyojuro’s as he flicks his tongue across your sensitive nub. Sucks it into his mouth, ruthlessly pinching the other.

Your back arches, broken syllables fleeting from you. Your husband grunts, your soft ass having ground against the erection restrained so painfully by his jeans.

“You are so fucking childish, Uzui,” Kyojuro grates. Curves lithe fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to quicken your pulse, and the aching of your delicate pussy.

A display of dominance to his wayward friend.

Kyojuro gathers your wrists behind you as you gyrate into his cock. He groans approvingly, licking a candied stripe up your carotid artery.

Tengen releases your nipple with a definitive pop, maneuvering to pay tribute to the other. Writes his lustful intent into your breast, handling himself through the thick fabric of his joggers. “You’re childish, keeping these pretty tits from me,” aimed at his friend.

“Boys,” you interject, saliva pooling in your cheek, “play nice.” They’re both hard and yearning for you, and you’ll be damned if you let their childish banter spoil your fun. But then…

A knuckle grazes your bulging, clothed lips, and oh God.

They’re trying to kill me, you think, squirming under their intense ministrations. Try to close your legs to give your cunt a little friction, but Tengen forces them further apart.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he coos. Leaves your nipples defenseless against the arctic air, pressing a kiss into your sternum. If not for your current…predicament, you would make him swallow that smug attitude of his. Though, you can’t deny how incredibly sexy it is on him.

Tengen blazes a trail down your abdominals with his tongue, dipping into your bellybutton for a taste. Your body ripples like a wave, a silent plea parting your lips, and Kyojuro’s devilish mouth is there to catch it. Your husband releases your hands, pawing at your breasts, rendering you a gasping, moaning puddle. He swallows your pathetic sounds, twining his tongue with yours in a delectable dance.

Tengen kisses his way down to your essence, slow and purposeful. Sucks in a breath once he reaches his destination, inhaling the spicy scent of your wet heat, filtered through the lace of your panties. “Shit, Rengoku,” he breathes, open-mouthed over your puffy pussy, hands making several expeditions over your thighs. “Why didn’t you tell me your wife was so fucking perfect?”

Your husband chuckles into your mouth, tweaking your nipples roughly.

Tengen then flattens his tongue on your lower lips, brushing the tip up your moistening slit. Elicits a sharp whine from you, your hips surging off the couch, fingernails digging into Kyojuro’s thighs.

“What was that, pretty girl?” Tengen drawls, holding your spasming thighs in place. “Can’t hear you too well from down here.” He casts you an impish grin before lapping at the throbbing hood of your clitoris.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.  

They are trying to kill you.

You thrash about wildly, whining like a bitch in heat. Feel Kyojuro’s hands trail down your sides, hiking up your thighs. “Don’t be cruel,” he rasps, side-eying his friend. “Give my baby what she wants.”

Kyojuro proceeds to tug your panties to one side, spreading your cute, drooling cunt open. Taps your swelling clitoris once, twice. You jolt, leaping into Tengen’s hot mouth where he begins to swipe viciously at your folds. You bury your fingers in his soft locks, drawing him closer.

Tengen employs his thick fingers, undoing you little by little, scissoring deep inside you whilst tonguing your sensitive bulb. Rotates the warm digits, feeling out your slippery ridges. “Ten,” you purr, his name a sinful hymn against your lips. Kyojuro ruts his cock against you, silently reminding you of his presence.

“Look at me while he fucks you,” he growls, your hooded eyes snapping to Kyojuro. It’s a fight to keep them open, your body rapt with pleasure. Kyojuro’s eyes darken with hunger. Glitter predatorily in the low light. The intensity of it all makes your pussy hiccup around Tengen’s fingers.

And you know that you won’t last much longer. Not with your husband looking at you like that, and Tengen licking you so deliciously, and the wispy tendrils of your orgasm claw their way up your tummy.

Dead, dead. You’re convinced they both want you dead. And on your birthday, no less. 

Whatever did you do to warrant such cruelty?

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#rengoku x reader #uzui x reader #kyojuro x reader #tengen x reader #demon slayer fanfic #kny reader insert #rengoku smut #tengen smut #mdni #i had to get this out before i change everything for the 100th time #my works #rengoku kyojuro #kny fanfic #demon slayer #self indulgent #tengen uzui

[yourplayersaidwhat]

We’re playing a campaign where my brother in law is the DM, my then-husband is a dragonborn paladin (maybe? It’s been a while.), I’m a stormborn drow who typically is in the WORST of moods, and also in our party are a Druid, a half elf rogue, and a warlock. The DM jus put us through our paces in a dungeon, and the final blow was the Dragonborn going apeshit and beheading the remaining enemies with one stroke. Keep in mind, during this exchange, my ex husband is on his phone.

DM: Congratulations, you cleared the dungeon. The floor is littered with the headless corpses of your enemies, their skulls roll across the ground and stop in various places around the room, mouths agape—

Me, OOC: SKULL SOCCER!

DM: What the f—okay, then. Roll for luck.

Me: What?

DM: YOU decided to be a dumbass. Roll. For. Luck.

Me: -nat 1 luck roll-

DM: You, in an uncharacteristic fit of whimsy, punt a skull that has landed before you. The skull you kicked ricochets off the walls wildly. The others, being of present mind, duck. The Dragonborn, distracted, does not duck in time and takes a direct hit to the face. Dragonborn, roll for damage.

Dragonborn: Aw, WHAT?

DM: Roll. For. Damage.

Dragonborn: -rolls an 8-

DM: Dragonborn loses a tooth. He now speaks with an unfortunate lisp for the remainder of the campaign.

Dragonborn: Thisth sthuckths assth.

Later in the campaign, we encounter a wizard who gives us three wishes. I immediately wish for the Dragonborn to have his tooth returned. The wish is granted, but the wizard is not what he seems and we end up killing him, which reverses all the magic done, light and dark.

The Dragonborn’s tooth falls out of his head and onto the ground, then disappears.

Dragonborn: Thisth sthuckths more, sthomehow.

#long post #dnd #submission #shareable #shit my players say #famous last words #clearly the dice hate you

[sakumz]

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ h. sora x gn reader ]

warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

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" happy birthday! " sora smiles even more if possible, celebrating his day with his dearest friends and you. he couldn't be any happier just being with the people he holds dearly to his heart.

" make a wish. we'll grant it, " natsume chimes in as sora closes his eyes and then blows out the candles.

" what wish did you make? " tsumugi smiles as he asks.

" it won't come true if he says it, idiot. " natsume semi-glares at tsumugi but sora smiles at the action.

" it's fine, it always comes true! sora wishes for more happy moments. "

hearing his words, sends you a little on edge. happy moments... is there really never a time when he was not happy, maybe witn you? seeing your confuse face and how sora can see " colours ". he place a hand over yours on the table. pulling you out of your thoughts, he flashes you a smile.

" you make sora happy, with everything you do. sora is happy to meet you! "

" thank you, " you say.

enjoying the little silence that took over the whole room. natsume couldn't help but laugh a little.

" are you two lovers? "

the question felt crazy, a blush blooms on your face. sora laughs and then look over to natsume with a little smugness as tsumugi awaits the answer as well. the three staring back at you.

" d-dont look at me! it doesn't matter if we're lovers... right? "

" no need to be shy, " tsumugi says as he attempts to comfort you.

" I'm not. "

" that's cute koneko-chan, " glaring at natsume.

" now now, sora is fine with the current relationship we have. sora loves y/n, sora loves natsume and sora loves tsumugi! "

" but, you gotta love me more... " you mumbled softly, as they all turn back to you.

" what's this? you love sora more than everyone else koneko- "

" sora loves y/n the most! " sora jumps and tackled you into a hug as the two other switch members laugh as the sudden outburst of the youngest member.

#sakumz.pdf #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #esworks #harukawa sora x reader

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

The Kingdom of the Stars Chapter 4: The Proposition

((ooc: Merry Christmas to all of my tumblr followers/readers!))

Previous: Chapter 3

Next: Chapter 5

 They made their way down the hallway, as several servants stopped to bow to their passing king.

It wasn’t until Asha recognized the familiar sight of the west wing’s door did she began to feel nervous. 

He wasn’t going to take her down here, was he?

With a simple gesture, she watched the doors open themselves for the king as he stepped through. For a moment she hesitated, but after a minute or so of reassurance, she quietly followed the king through the doors. 

Why was he taking her here? She wondered as she hesitantly followed him past the doors into another quiet room where there were three doors. All like the doors before had strange markings engraved into their frames. Runes, perhaps? She wasn’t sure, but something about them felt…different, even ominous.

Beside her, the king stopped, only to spare her a brief look before he said, “Do you know why you’re here Asha?”

“Not exactly your highness,” she confessed. Part of her was hoping that it hadn’t been to unleash whatever secret magical creature he’d hidden down here on her as punishment for her treason.

She held her breath as she watched him push the door open, revealing a large room that was thankfully absent of any mythical creature. Quietly, she followed him toward the room’s center. A sense of awe filled her as she took in the architecture of the room. Its tall windows in combination with the beautiful starry sky that had been painted on the ceiling left her feeling breathless. 

“Does it look familiar?” he asks, a grin appearing on his face. 

“This…this was one of my first star maps,” she breathed. “I made it back when my father was still here, and he’d take me stargazing.”

“I could tell. You remember showing it to us don’t you?” he asked as she gave him a brief nod. “It was always one of Amaya’s favorites. So, we were thinking that it was only fair that our apprentice of 5 years got to see the wish room, especially when we’d made her maps one of the more…permanent additions.”

“The wish room?” she repeated, feeling stunned as the glowing orbs came into view overhead. 

He nods, as she watches the glowing, spherically shaped wishes of various colors slowly descend towards them. Some were bigger than others she noted, as the faint outlines of shapes and figures materialized as they neared. She could hear them, the sounds of laughter and voices talking as the wishes began to surround them. They’d looked just as she’d seen them in the wishing gardens, where people went to distribute their wishes to the king. 

To anyone such a sight would’ve evoked a sense of wonder and beauty, but to Asha, she couldn’t help but feel… Skeptical? Disappointed? Maybe even angry? 

She wasn’t sure how to explain it as she frowned, and quickly stepped out of the way of another wish that had begun to float towards her. 

This hadn’t been her first time seeing a wish, as she’d remembered asking the king about her Saba’s wish a few years ago. It’d been his birthday and she’d wondered whether or not the king would grant his wish that he’d kept for years. So, after mustering up what little courage she could, she’d asked him, and to her surprise, he’d patiently answered. He’d selected her grandfather’s wish before promptly telling her that he wouldn’t grant it. Of course, she’d been a bit tempted to argue, but the arguments had immediately died down when she’d seen what said wish was.

At first, it depicted her Saba cheerfully playing his mandolin. Something that she’d deemed quite harmless. Then it’d shown her Saba cheerfully playing said mandolin while riding a fire-breathing dragon. Alright, so maybe his wish hadn’t been that harmless. She’d unfortunately conceded that point to the king.

Not all wishes were meant to be granted.

The sounds of the smaller wishes filled her ears as she could hear a middle-aged man wishing for someone to help him with his garden, and an elderly woman wishing for company.

She cast a glance in Magnifico’s direction, taking note of the serene yet happy expression his face held as he gently examined the wish in his hand. It was at moments like these that Magnifico truly resembled the king she’d read of in fairy tales. The ruler who fought the stars to protect the wishes of his people.  The man whom her father had befriended and admired. A man who she too, could fully respect.

She could tell that these wishes had meant everything to him, and with his dying breath, he’d ensure that they would always be protected. 

Quietly, he began to hum as the sounds of a gentle lullaby made itself known. One that felt so melancholic yet comforting at the same time.

“I’m truly honored Your Highness,” she softly says with a curtsy. 

“As you should be. With the dawn of a new era upon us, there will be no time to be stuck dwelling in the past. We should all be moving forward as the best way to prevent history from repeating itself is to understand and know your future. Do you understand?”

“Yes Your Highness,” she nodded, although she’d felt that his words had been more of a command than a question. 

“Good,” she watched as the wish slowly distanced itself from his fingers as he turned to her. “This is why we must move on- to protect what is important from those who would seek to destroy it at all costs.”

She nodded, and a brief image of the monsters he’d fought from the murals came to mind.

Part of her thought that such creatures were nothing more than exaggerations of past foreign enemies.

After all of her studies, Asha was confident that stars weren’t real monsters. She believed stars were nothing more than distant wonders of nature. 

Nothing more and nothing less. 

“Where are these wishes from?” she asked, glancing around at the wishes that surrounded them. 

“They’re from Banquo.” the king answered, sounding a tad bit distracted. 

The western part of Rosas, she noted, was just where the girl’s wish had been from as well. 

 “But speaking of Banquo, that reminds me. I have a proposition for you, something that I think you’d be interested in.” 

“What…sort of proposition?” Asha asked, feeling her nerves begin to take hold of her once more.

“Well think of it like this, you want time off, correct? And I want you to stay around to help with the Astral Ball. So, I’ve devised a compromise of sorts. I will give you the day of the Astral Ball off- if , and only if   you can finish the tasks I’ve given you by tomorrow nightfall.”

“Really? Well, what sort of tasks would you like me to do, your highness?”

He chuckled. Uh oh. “Well I’m glad you asked,” he says before withdrawing an extensively long scroll from thin air. Oh no . “I’m going to need you to oversee the decorations of the western and eastern markets, ensure all the shipments have arrived and are in their proper places,  and -,”

“And?” Asha squeaked, nearly giving into despair.

“I will need you to tell my nephew that his presence is requested for the ball.”

Asha nearly choked when she heard that. 

His nephew? 

Prince Ignacio?

He hadn’t been seen or heard from in months! No one knew where he was! How was she supposed to find him and convince him to come home in less than a day?! 

“Do you think you can do all of that?” he says while giving her a look that said he most definitely knew she could not. Missing royal nephew aside, getting the markets dressed to the nines in time would be impossible- how was she going to travel the island in less than a day?! 

“W-well, I-,” she begins.

“You know what?” he called, looking way too amused at her hesitation. “ I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll even throw in this offer. If you get all of these things done on time, not only will I grant you time off, but I’ll even consider funding one of your little projects! How does that sound?”

Oh, he definitely didn’t think she could do this on time, but the offer of funding for one of her projects sounded too good to pass up. It could be the solution she’d long since dreamed of- a way out of all of the dead ends of frustrations she’d been feeling lately!

“Well, I have been doing some work on my boat models, and I really think we could-,”

“Yes, yes, that’s lovely,” the king interrupted with a wave of his hand. Now he looked impatient. “But are you going to accept my proposal or not?”

‘This was a lot to do for a well-deserved vacation and some consideration,’ Asha thought, while hesitantly glancing out of the window. But consideration was a lot more than the usual firm, no, and it did give her a good excuse to travel where the girl who’d wished for the dresses had been…Not to mention that if she could do it, then she’d finally be able to see her Saba and mother again, both of whom she was starting to miss terribly. If only they could know what their hero, the king, was putting her through to see them again, she thought. She wondered if it would change their perception of him. Maybe they’d finally start to listen to her about not indulging in the magic of Rosas, for once-

“The clock is ticking Asha. So what will it be?”

Determined not to look as panicked or uncertain as she felt, Asha straightened her posture, “of course! I will do my best, your highness. I will have everything finished by tomorrow nightfall!”

“Excellent,” he says, sounding a little too smug for her liking as she watches the scroll place itself into her hands. With a flicker of his hands, the wishes begin to ascend towards the ceiling once more before completely disappearing without a trace. “I’ll check in on you tomorrow at the eastern market. I wish you luck on all of your tasks, Asha,” Magnifico calls, as she begins to follow him out.

'Him and me both,' Asha thought, as she quickly jotted down the tasks from the scrolls onto a spare piece of paper she kept in her satchel before placing the scroll down on a nearby table. 

She had scurried past the entrance to the west wing when she saw him again. “Oh and another thing,” he calls to her as she sees the door to the west wing close themselves. “Could you please fix the lock on the library door for me? It’s been broken since last night.”

“Yes your Highness,” she bows as she hears him chuckle once more. The familiar taste of disappointment filled her mouth as she heard him chuckle again before walking off.

Thirty minutes later, Asha found herself feeling determined to make the king regret his proposition. She was quite certain that said proposition was nothing more than a lesson to teach her about inconveniently asking for time off. However, she’d felt that the king had sorely underestimated her if he’d decided to call victory so soon. 

Fixing the lock on the library had expectedly taken her a total of three minutes to do. Such a banal task had been familiar to her as she’d had a history of repairing broken non-magical locks all over the castle. It was just one of the many trivial tasks as an apprentice that Magnifico usually assigned for her due to her lack of magical ability.

But as soon as she’d finished said task, she’d rushed as quickly as she could back to her quarters. She’d written several messages, all to the people she’d spoken to for the ball’s arrangements, calling for them to meet her this evening. She’d done it before, and she was quite confident she could do it again.

“It’s at times like these when I begin to realize exactly why democracy is on the rise in some countries. Why is it that I have to do a herculean task just to get him to even consider some of my projects? He could have just said no like he always does! But, if he thinks I’m going to pass up this opportunity, well he’s got another thing coming and I don’t think he’s going to like it!” Asha whispered to Valentino as he followed her through the dark passages to the castle courtyards. The castle courtyards were always in impeccable shape, she thought as she saw the beautiful limestone statues above the bushes of blooming crimson roses and lemon-colored tulips. 

Had it not been for the arduous amount of tasks she had to do, Asha would’ve gladly stopped to enjoy the sweet scent and sights of the brilliant flowers that surrounded her. But alas, she knew better. The flowers served as nothing more than one of the king’s many beautiful distractions to the people of Rosas. 

Navigating through the mazes of well-trimmed green bushes, marble fountains, and smaller flowers, she finally made her way to the small wooden birdhouse that had been neatly tucked out of sight.

She’d built this birdhouse a year ago after she’d saved a few birds from the royal couple’s nefarious cat. Although said deed had earned her the eternal ire of the royal cat, she’d quickly found herself forming a small friendship with the birds, as their numbers quickly began to grow.

“I’m back!” she sang, watching as a few dozen colorful birds emerged from their birdhouse flying over to greet her. She let out a small laugh as she watched many of them land near her feet as she withdrew a piece of bread from her pocket.

Kneeling to the ground she called out, “Hello Adelina, Alejandro, Carmen,” she grinned as a scarlet-colored bird perched on her sleeve, brightly chirping to her as she gently petted it. “I missed you too Abril. How has everyone been doing?” she asked, as the birds responded with a choir of chirps and song. “I’ll take that as a ‘very good’. Are you guys ready for lunch?” 

The birds replied with a variety of chirps before eagerly hopping towards her. “I’ll take that as a yes as well,” she grinned as she began to toss the pieces of food to them.  They eagerly gobbled it up, before she withdrew another piece of bread from her pocket.  “I hope you guys have been doing well- the cat wasn’t after you again was he?” she asked, as the birds continued to coo and chirp. “I’ll take that as a no.” She began to tear the bread into smaller pieces as she watched Valentino happily chase some of the birds who always flew out of reach. 

“Look, I need to ask you guys a quick favor,” she said to the birds that had stilled near her feet. “My Saba’s birthday is coming up soon, and I need to take time off. So the king agreed to give me time off, if and only if I could complete a certain amount of tasks on time. It’s a lot to do, and I was wondering if you could lend me a hand, er, wing, please? I’ll give you guys a surprise if you help me out,”

That seemed to do the trick as she saw a few bluebirds flap their wings in excitement. 

“I knew you’d see it my way,” she grinned. “Now I’m going to need 10, or maybe 12 of you, to fly to the landmarks we learned and deliver these messages. Ok?”

The birds nodded, twelve hopping towards her as she began to gently tie her messages to their feet. After a few minutes of simple instructions, they began to fly off toward the directions she’d assigned them. “Stay safe!” She called as she watched their figures sail off into the distance. 

“Ok, that’s one task down.” She muttered to herself as she began to pace. Several remaining birds had joined Valentino to curiously watch her.

“If they all reach their destination then I should be able to meet with everyone today which will be perfect.” She glanced towards the sky. Her mind fervently racing against the clock. “There’s still time, so I should be able to make my way towards the western market and Banquo. If I can oversee that I’ll be able to take care of other affairs-,” she paused mid-step as she glanced at the animals who’d still been curiously watching her.

“Right right and then I’ll have to hunt down the prince. The same prince who literally disappeared off the face of the earth three years ago, but I’ll have to find him. In less than a day,” she groaned as Valentino bleated. “It was a figure of speech, Valentino no one can just disappear off of the face of the earth. Especially a prince. Someone has to know something, but who-,” She paused mid-stride as an idea made its way into her head and she grinned. “I think I just got an idea.”

Now Valentino looked curious, as Asha bid the rest of her birds farewell and began to make her way through the courtyard. 

She’d nearly reached the entrance to the secret passage when a sudden figure stepped into her view.

“Y-your Highness!” she stammered as she clambered into a curtsy. 

“Asha,” the queen had said with a small smile as she held a small single crimson rose. “I hope I wasn’t disturbing anything?”

“Of course not Your Highness,” Asha replied. “How may I be of service to you?”

The queen paused, shooting a glance around the garden before she stepped forward. She quietly took Asha’s hands into her own as she whispered, “I only come to ask you of something. It won’t be much because I know he’s given you a lot to worry about, but please- when you find Ignacio, tell him that there will always be a place here for him, regardless of what his uncle says…” Asha nodded, a bit taken aback by the grief and sadness that had washed over the queen’s face. “It’s been three years,” she murmured. “Please tell him to come home.”

“I will do my best to see to his return,” Asha promised, before giving the queen a small bow. 

“Thank you,” the queen said, withdrawing her hands before departing.

Asha wasted no time packing everything she’d need for the trip which was a short list that included: clothes, her storybook, her emergency kit, her drawing book, her apprentice papers, a few star maps along with a traditional map of Rosas, and her father’s old astrolabes.  

The only thing she needed now was food.

Quickly using the secret passages, she entered into the kitchen where Dahlia was now working.

“Dahlia!” she cried.

“Let me guess you need some food for your trip?” the girl had asked while wiping her hands on the apron.

“Yes! Wait…how did you figure that out? No, no let me guess- he was monologuing on his way to his study again, wasn’t he?”

“Yep,” Dahlia nodded. “He had a whole musical number with it.”

“Was it catchy?”

“Very.” 

“Great, now I guess I know what song everyone will be running into the ground for the next week,” Asha groaned.

Dahlia grinned, walking towards her with a bag of food. “Here you go,” she said as she handed it to Asha. “You’ll be needing it. I packed some stuff for Valentino as well.”

“Thank you,” Asha said, grateful for the assistance. “I’ll pay you back for this.”

“You don’t need to pay me back for this,” Dahlia replied as her voice grew quiet. “Just bring Ignacio back, please.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Asha promised. 

“And when you do, could you tell him?” Dahlia paused, her voice trailing off as she watched her cast a wary glance towards the door. ‘It was probably where the other apprentices were, Asha thought, as she placed the bag of food in her satchel. Then with a defeated shake of her head, Dahlia sighed, “Never mind. Just stay safe out there ok?”

“I will,” Asha said, offering her a small smile. “I’ll be back soon, and I’ll bring him home. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Dahlia said, before quietly taking her place next to the oven. The warm fire of the oven cast a soft glow on her features, as she closed her eyes. The wonderful scent of lemon cakes and croissants began to reach Asha, as she briefly took in the quiet serenity of the kitchen.

A lot of things had been left unsaid between them, she thought as she made her way to the stable. Things that she wasn’t sure if she’d regret not hearing before she’d embark. She’d known that out of the two markets, the more affluent one would be the more sensible and easy one to tackle with her remaining hours of daylight. Then tomorrow, she’d figured that she’d focus all of her energy on both the eastern market and the missing prince if she hadn’t found him before the night had ended.

She admitted that she’d been making a lot of promises lately. Promises she hadn’t been certain she could keep. But she’d try, if not for her own sake, then for the sake of the queen, Dahlia, and her family.

She’d made her way to the stable before she ran into two other apprentices- Bazeema and Safi. 

“You should take Sebastian,” Safi sniffled while pointing to the black horse. “He’s the fastest horse we have.” 

“Thanks,” Asha said. She was quite certain that he’d been more familiar with the horses here than her. When he wasn’t busy working with the king or the castle’s chickens, he’d often spend his time out here in the stables.

“Be careful out there,” Bazeema said softly as her dark eyes filled with worry. 

“I will,” Asha promised, trying to hide her surprise at their help. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the gesture, but part of her felt that it was done more out of concern for their friend than her. 

But Bazeema’s next words quickly put those thoughts to rest when she said, “If you go west…Try- try not to go into the forests ok?”

“What’s wrong with the forest?” Asha asked, actually halting as she looked at the girl curiously.

“W-well the last time I went out there, it felt different- but maybe that was just me.”

“The forests are always unpredictable,” the boy nodded. “Especially on the eastern side.”

That was to be expected, Asha thought. The eastern side of Rosas hosted the biggest wish garden- a place where people would go to send their wishes to the king. From there all were sent to the castle where a selected few would make their way forward, purely by chance, as the king had promised, to him. 

But the look of concern and fright on Bazeema’s face seemed so sincere that for a second Asha really began to consider whether or not it was a good idea to go.

Of course, it was, she nodded to herself.

She had to go if she wanted to be home for her Saba’s birthday, or help the people get their wishes granted or even get her project funded!

She was so close and she would not let anyone or anything get in the way of that. Magic or not.

Steeling her nerves, She’d carefully settled herself on the horse’s saddle, looking over everything as she made sure that Valentino was properly secured. 

“I’ll be back soon with the prince,” she told them. “You can count on it.”

“Good luck out there!” Safi said before sneezing into his elbow.

“Stay safe!” Bazeema called as they rode out from the stable. 

The wind whistled as it whipped through her hair, the warm breeze felt welcoming as she took in the sounds of the distant city. 

“Ready?” she asked the young goat, who’d bleated excitedly, and with that, she’d taken off, blissfully unaware of the trouble that soon awaited her.

#the kingdom of the stars #wish remake/rewrite #wish disney #writers on tumblr #wish #wish asha #wish magnifico #king magnifico #wish au #lol magnifico is the only one in character YIKES #queen amaya #bazeema #safi #magnifico x amaya #disney wish #wish dario #wish dahlia #wish amaya #wish bazeema

[ti-wonge]

THE KING OF ZAMBIA

&&. announcing his majesty, ( tiwonge "ti" isuhomo mulenga ), the ( 36 ) year old ( king ) of ( zambia ). he is often confused with ( micheal b jordan ). some say that he is ( impulsive & bossy ), but he is actually ( brave & reliable ). ( OOC: mei / 18+ / cet / she/her )

"the king has passed."

these simple four words hit him with such immense and brutal force, that his body was almost immediately pushed into the position his teacher for the perfected royal behavior had wanted him to keep during important meetings. ti's back pressed into the soft cushion of his chair, his eyes looked straight forward and his stomach was sucked back with how hard he held his breath. he feared that if he continued breathing, kept on living, the moment would go on, to, that it would pass and leave him with the consequences. and it did pass - but ti's memories of it were brief. he barely recalled the moment his hands started shaking, the moment he started speaking like a robot. his advisor later told him how he handled it like a true king, like the true rightful ruler of a country should handle devastating things, but thinking of himself as the king made tiwonge sick to the stomach, and it would stay like this for about three months.

three months passed, and even though everything had changed, ti still felt the same, miserable feeling he felt the moment he heard of his father's death - maybe because everyone and everything reminded him of it. the newspapers, the people on the street, the workers in the palace looking at him like he was some strange, newfound animal. in public, he had been able to appear pulled together, a picture-perfect mixture of grieving and in control of whatever was going on in zambia. he had been prepared for this moment - pretty well.

in summer of 1987, tiwonge first saw the light of the day. or rather the sunset - born into the hands of a loving mother, and a proud father, tiwonge never struggled growing up. though born into a powerful role, the title "crown prince" fit him and his face well, and he never minded it. during his exchange year in paris, the only offspring of the family at the time, his parents wanted to see him healthy and not injured. when ti returned from the military, though, he came to find his mother pregnant again, this time with twins. a few months later, he became the older brother to a twelve-years younger sister, and the family's youngest child, a brother.

well-protected in his childhood, his times in the military were just as protected and short-lived as well. he never really minded it, with his favorite hobby, fencing, he was no stranger to intense sports, but the violence was never his friend. who quickly became his friend, though, his australian shepherd, bafi, short for bafiske, which his mother gifted to him on his 29th birthday, and with his freshly finished degree in history and international relations, was a great start into a new segment of his life. the segment came crashing down in 2022, then, when news of his fathers passing came in. his mother, always drawn back from royal activities, anyway, as she had been rather civilian growing up, asked for his allowance to step down from the throne, to leave the capital of zambia and to live her life in peace from now on. though taken aback and afraid, tiwonge granted her the wish, allowed her to leave and took his responsibility: becoming the king.

about a year went by, and he did well as the king - again, he had been prepared for this moment, for this day, for this segment of life. and still, he felt that there was room for improvement, so he joined the program. being king makes lonely, and making connections never hurt - with the approval of his mother, he left zambia and joined the program early september, where he has just been getting settled. look out for bafi - he likes to bark.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ intro ; TI'WONGE ISUHOMO MULANGE ♡ #hello hello!

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

A Rosy Reveal

Title: A Rosy Reveal Word Count: 3,480 Warnings: None, maybe some OOCness and swearing, but nothing bad. OH PINING! Big pining! Also me writing this in 3 sessions tired AF over 2 months Ship: Stories Along The Stream (Thancred x Myself) Summary: Rebecca was just meant to act as an emissary for diplomacy, yet fate itself seemed to want her for something more... But while the young princess is running around in foreign lands, those back home won't easily let her stand alone. But through reuniting it seems that the seemingly two separate worlds would finally collide! But... how that will affect those who're left in the dark remains unseen Taglist: @floweringforgetfulness @hadesgoddess @jellyfish-ships @canongf @goldenworldsabound @nyandereneko @canongf @disneymarina A/N: Also I noticed a lot of my stories usually focus on me and my love, since this is linking my Royalty AU with my FFXIV stuff I figured to focus on the surrounding cast so that y'all know how they got here

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The towering walls of the Rosenfield castle seemed dimmer, despite the streams of sunlight flooding the colored glass. The quiet bustle of life in the castle seemed less lively as well, despite there never being a dull day within its walls. Everyone from the newest maids to the oldest serving knights took notice of this. It wasn’t that hard, especially since the princess’ special guards were more restless and agitated whenever they were spotted. But no one dared speak of why that may be for the risk of sparking the raging fire that simmered just beneath their curtly polite facade. Even the most pompous of politicians were on their best behavior when they noticed this behavior seeping into their usually benevolently patient empress.

Two months. It had been two months since Alys had been approached by the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Their current leader Minfilia had reached out to her old comrade Alys asking her to act as a foreign ally and work with the three city-states of the Eorzean Alliance to show them how unity could help strengthen all their forces. But seeing how Alys was busy handling the citizen’s well-being and rebuilding months after what many deemed ‘The Chaos Incident,’ she simply could not make the time for tedious mentorship to others that stood so far divided. Yet when Rebecca had caught wind of such a mission to journey into lands that were undiscovered to her, the lilac princess practically pleaded with her mother to go.

Alys still remembers how her daughter bounced before her towering stature, beaming as she begged to go. The young woman’s excitement was so infectious that it even managed to spark a sense of fondness toward the task at hand. So with a loving roll of her ebony gaze and a hand running through strands of her daughter’s faded sunset hair, Alys agreed to let her daughter wander for the few weeks they both thought it would take.

But now as she sat on her throne, doing her best to tune out yet another plea for a political marriage, the fact that it had been over two months since she had truly seen her daughter dug into Alys’s bones like rusted barbed wire. She tapped her painted nails against the ivory armrest, silently praying to the Holy that this long-winded monologue would reach an end sooner rather than later. Yet it continued even still, so soon the clicking of Alys’s heel against the smooth stone floor joined this strained song of impatience.

It was only when the man poorly presenting his case finally spoke Rebecca’s name, did Alys rise from her seat. She told the advisor that stood still beside her to gather up members of the Guarded Thorns and grant them access to the meeting room. She then turned her attention back to the spoiled noble.

“I’m so sorry to cut our meeting short, Lord Moisrant. But I must attend to other matters regarding my daughter. Surely you understand, if you love her so much you wish to marry her.”

Elegant and courteous as ever did the empress’s tone sound, but her snide intent was thinly veiled at best. So with the advisor going off to gather the princess’ elite guards and the defeated lord scurrying off to keep his name and hide intact, Empress Alys smoothed out the silk of her azure qipao and made her way to the militant meeting room.

It was only minutes later that the empress stood before a plethora of the empire’s strongest warriors. They all seemed to share the same restlessness even when their forms were rigid. No one dared to speak as each member’s unspoken frustrations might just set off one of the others. But after a few ‘excuse mes’ and ‘move its’ did someone speak. Dressed in charcoal-colored combat boots, ripped jeans, and a leather jacket, a woman approached the intimidating ruler. She would’ve been severely out of place, along with the other woman she now stood beside if she weren’t Rebecca’s personal guard and childhood best friend Ace.

“You called upon us, queen Mom?”

The question was as much of a joke as it was earnest curiosity. It had earned Ace a few breaths of laughter from the other guards, a momentarily surprised side glance from the stormy eyes of the noblewoman that stood beside her, and a genuine smile from Alys.

“Yes, I did. I’ve called you all here ‘cause I think it’s about time that we took a little trip!”

Now it was time for the other woman to step forward, her crimson skirt gently swishing to and fro with the step she took. Her normally piercing gaze softened to a questioning glance when they met with Alys’s earthy ones, as she tilted her head and asked about the wheres and whys.

“Well, my dearest Ren, I know you and Yone travel to Ionia regularly but have you ever been to Eorzea?”

Ren simply shook her head. She had read a lot about the land when she was young since the city-state of Gridania was one of the prime locations to learn healing magic, but just like much of her past she willingly chose to forgo the details.

“Well don’t worry as they’ll be much to learn when we’re there. Knowledge of the Primals may be of interest to you in particular. But mainly, I. Want. My. Daughter. Back. As I’m sure the rest of you do as well.”

The group could only nod and agree with the empress with some even muttering to themselves soft confessions of missing the princess. So with that matter settled, all there was to do now was to set off…

—

When the three women arrived in the aytherite plaza of Ul’Dah, two were overcome with churning stomachs, blurred vision, pounding headaches, and wobbly legs. The brunette stumbled into the arms of her ever-loyal guard who seemed unphased by the whole teleportation trip. His intimidatingly stoic stature shattered momentarily as he clutched the smaller woman to his chest. One hand was tightly wrapped around her waist, while the other mindlessly combed through her hair. Despite the bustle of the plaza, Ren could hear how his raspy voice murmured comfort and praises as gentle as the breezes in Ionia. She wanted to ask how he was unaffected by such a journey. Perhaps it was the fact he wasn’t entirely alive, maybe he was just better at hiding it. Either way, Ren could barely make a sound before feeling like she was going to faint.

Ace on the other hand rested her hands, knees, and head on the cool stone beneath her. Her chest heaved as she took calculated breaths, her eyes clenched shut for moments on end before springing open in an attempt to adjust to her surroundings. Glaring through the azure tips of her hair toward the blinding brightness outside, she tried to compensate for the simultaneous dryness and unnatural moist feeling burning at her throat. When she was sure that her lunch was going to stay where it belonged, her opinions rang clear.

“What in the ever-loving hell was that? I’ve used aytherite before! But this felt like death, or torture, or torturous death! I better not be dying, or so fucking help me!”

The empress who also seemed unaffected by the sudden trip knelt beside Ace. A perfectly manicured hand rubbed against the cool steal which adorned the younger woman’s torso.

“You’re not dying,” Alys spoke softly like she did whenever Rebecca had to remain bedridden. “It’s just a bout of aetherial sickness. This probably happened because of the distance and the fact that you guys had never attuned to the Eorzean aytherite crystals before. It should wear off in a few minutes.”

“A little warning would’ve been nice…” Ace moaned, before finally gathering the strength to stand properly once more.

Ren only nodded in agreement as the twisted sickness began to subside and she began to melt into her lover’s embrace. The empress nodded in agreement as she helped Ace to stand. Although when her hickory gaze finally took in the surroundings that she so long ago had called home, it was only then that she realized that the travel party had shrunken considerably.

“Well, it seems that even though you two had been struck with sickness, you were still lucky enough to make it in one piece. It seems that Jack and the others have gotten lost among the currents. If I had to guess, they’re probably in Gridania… Probably…”

Ace only raised a brow toward the empress to inquire about a later explanation. Ren, despite feeling fatigued, finally spoke. It was nothing more than a breath of how fortunate she was that the ‘asshole’ hadn’t seen her in such a state and how with him gone she’d at least experience some temporary peace on this forsaken trip. This offhand remark incited a giggle from the empress and a low chuckle from her partner which managed to put the noblewoman at ease.

“So now that we’re in Eorzea, where to next?” Ace pondered, more than ready to reunite with the woman she considered a sister.

It was at this point that the empress’s beautifully composed mask furrowed to one that hinted towards the simmering annoyance building in her core. “It seems that we must go, and I must return to the Waking Sands…”

–

The trip to the Waking Sands was much more enjoyable if not much longer than the one to Ul’Dah. The air was dry and hot and the creatures that prowled off the beaten path were unfamiliar to the three younger passengers, but it was enough to keep them entertained as the carriage trekked on.

When they finally reached the small oasis of Vesper Bay, they could feel the weight of many uncertain gazes upon them. Yet they dared not to linger since more notable matters remained at hand. Taking tall strides, Alys made her way toward the building which resided beside the river. The rest followed behind, Ace listening to the empress grumble about them still not having erected an aytherite in the small village while the two lovers behind her indulged in curious whispers.

The heaving wooden doors swung open with a low creaking sound and the four quickly entered the shadowed room to escape the sweltering sun. Once inside, they were greeted by a woman far shorter than the rest of them. She wore a pink tunic with beige leggings that somehow brought more vibrancy to her lilac locks. Without taking further notice, Ace thought the woman was merely a child until she spoke.

“Oh Becca, welcome b–uaaah! I’m sorry, you weren’t who I was expecting! Do you have a meeting with the Antecedent?” The woman’s voice was soft with the slightest hint of a posh accent, yet the genuine warmth which lay underneath was much more evident.

“Something like that, yes. Though I will say it’s been a while, Tataru.” Alys spoke, a small smile finally gracing her painted lips.

The lilac lady leaned so far back to meet the empress’s gaze that she had nearly stumbled out of her chair. But when her violet gaze finally did meet the empress’s eyes a similar smile graced her lips. Tataru performed a small curtsey and stepped down.

“That it has. Let me go put on some tea and make sure that Minfilia isn’t busy…” With that, Tataru scurried down the stairway leaving the group on their own once more.

“Well that went rather well, you know her Alys?” Ace questioned as the group cautiously entered the depths themselves.

Alys nodded silently for a moment, reflecting on the youth that she often joked with Rebecca was far gone. “Yes, I actually was a part of the scions before they called themselves such… Although once I had reclaimed things from my parents and began running Aster-Blossom… It was much harder to go adventuring. Not to mention when I adopted Rebecca I had much more important priorities.”

“So is this Minfilia also a friend of yours?”

A breath that was halfway between a chuckle and a grimace escaped Alys’s lips before she replied, “I wouldn’t exactly say that… But as I told my daughter, for now, it is best to keep things civil.”

–

The scarlet sun scorched the back of Rebecca’s darkened robes, making her feel as if she was no more than an ant beneath a magnifying glass. Even though she was panting both from the heat and as an attempt to calm her racing heart after another fight with a beastmen tribe desperate to resummon Ifrit, the young princess was glad she was without a companion. This was because if she were in the presence of any company, she’d have to contain her angered mutterings to keep from sounding like a madwoman. Perhaps she was, since she had stuck around long after her diplomacy mission and enrolled in a foreign military because this Goddess had given her the ability to see memories and fight primal gods without being seduced. Any other person back home would’ve chalked it up to a hallucination and hightailed it out of this foreign place. But Rebecca didn’t, she wanted to stay, to help, even though she had more reason than most to simply return and lend her energies to her people.

Was it merely because she was a noble heart or because that smooth-talking bard of the scions had swindled her into wanting more with their ‘chance encounters’? Maybe it was because the young elezen man carrying so much with his sister reminded the princess of herself? This was what Rebecca currently rambled about aloud in an attempt to organize her thoughts. It was that and her constantly cursing her enemies and the weather every other sentence just for a placebo symptom of relief.

Taking pause under the scant shade of a lone tree, Rebecca confirmed to herself that she was indeed insane for doing any of the things she did. But before she could organize those thoughts, the ringing of her linkpearl distracted her.

Answering the call, Rebecca was met with Minfilia asking once again for her to return to the Waking Sands. That oh-so-common request caused Rebecca’s eye to twitch in annoyance, but she bit her tongue especially when she picked up on the other woman’s masked tone of nervousness.

With a sigh, Rebecca responded that she’d be there as soon as possible and that they’d handle whatever it was together.

So after a minute of digging around in her sack of junk and wonders, Rebecca’s trembling fingertips clutched an aytherite ticket to Vesper Bay. In even less time than that, her tired steps plopped down on the sandy stone that lined the village. When she walked into the Waking Sands and saw that Tataru was absent from her usual position, her hand went white from the force she used to grip her staff.

Her steps were cautious as Rebecca had glued herself to the wall in an attempt to keep her arrival to her advantage. Though when her ebony irises caught the sight of the doors to the bar flung wide open and Tataru serving tea in a manner that seemed relaxed, the girl with faded sunset locks let her suspicions fade just a bit. Slowly walking into the room that carried its usual atmosphere of respite, Rebecca greeted cheerfully.

“Hey, Tataru! Minfilia called me to return immediately, do you know where I can find her?” Without even thinking she happily greeted her closest companions from back home before saying she’d be right back.

It was only after Rebecca had stumbled out of the room and halfway to the Solar that she processed just who she’d seen. “Wait a minute–!” She then turned on her heel, nearly fell on her back due to a loss of balance, and rushed back into the bar area. “WAIT A MINUTE! MOM, ACE, REN, YONE, HI! What are you doing here?! It’s so good to see you and you have no idea what I’ve been up to! How’re you?”

Everyone could tell how exhausted the girl was. The beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, dark circles under her eyes, and steady shake of her frail form were enough of a giveaway. But it seemed that Rebecca, herself, forgot as she beamed brighter than the hanging chandelier and pulled up a stool to join in on the pleasantries of reuniting.

“It’s been forever!” Ace exclaimed, standing and hugging Rebecca from behind before ruffling her locks.

“Two months over your expected return home,” Ren added in. Despite the factual nature of the statement, her fond tone also sent the unspoken message that she had also been missing her friend.

“Yeah, about that,” Rebecca began with a sheepish smile, “I’ve been all over Eorzea since then! You will not believe how many freaking times I’ve been to Gridania. It’s a lovely place but if I’ve got to go back ONE MORE TIME! I will scream!”

This is when Rebecca’s mother decided to humorously inform her, “About that sweetie, your boys also came on this trip but it seems we got separated and they probably are in Gridania…”

The noises that escaped Rebecca’s peachy lips were no more than flustered syllables before she slammed her head against her arms that were folded on the table. It was only after a moment of silence had passed that the group could hear a defeated murmur, “Guess I AM going back to Gridania… Why have I become Eorzea’s errand girl?”

“What do you mean by that? Have the people here not been taking your status seriously?” Ren questioned, wondering if she would have to prove her affluence as well.

“About that too,” Rebecca began followed by a sheepish laugh.

Unnoticed by the currently chattering group, another patron strolled in with his throat aching for a drink. His strides carried him right to the bar and past the small crowd, seemingly paying them no mind in turn. Yet his golden gaze peered past his moonlit locks and seemed fixated on Rebecca as he casually poured himself a drink. The smile that was usually on her face was more radiant than even the most serene sunrises that embraced the shores of Limsa Lominsa. Yet this one, this one seemed more profound and it was brighter than all the gold in Ul’Dah. It made his heart beat faster than any chase he had given or begun. But if that sight wasn’t enough to make him choke on the drink in his hand, the new knowledge most certainly did.

“Yeah, when I came in Minfilia didn’t introduce me to the other scions as such. So I figured that they all knew and status didn’t matter here. But when they started asking more about me and I realized they didn’t know, I thought it would be too arrogant to say, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m not only this Warrior of Light but the princess and sole heir to the Aster-Blossom Empire!’ Soooo… I just didn’t and so they simply know me as Becca Rozenaria, the optimistic but tired-as-all-hell adventurer…”

A princess… the beauty before him who was not only working her way as a steadfast ally, close confidant, and unwavering crush but was also chosen by Hydaelyn and a princess… Not only a princess but an heiress to the one big ally that the Eorzean Alliance has. Of course, she would be. Despite Thancred wandering in only for something to quench his thirst, a sudden craving to slam back something much stronger ached in his core. It wasn’t the fact she was royalty, no. The silver tongue of the scions had left many noblewomen enchanted and even held ties to royalty himself. This was a fact that Rebecca had seen firsthand and by the grace of the Echo. But then why was there this sudden constriction in his airway and weight dragging down his chest? While he listened in on the woman explaining to her friends that she didn’t want them to view her any differently, Thancred still couldn’t shake away the feeling that she was otherworldly from crawling up his spine.

But when the woman who was the embodiment of a soft sunset finally took note of his meager presence and shared that jewel of a smile with him directly as he was leaving, all he could do was return a wave and a smile her way. Even as he left the room and the conversation now focused on the rosy tint that took up residence on Rebecca’s cheeks, it did Thancred no favors to his mood.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on his feelings. After all, he had been tasked by Minfilia to investigate the looming threat of the ascians, and surely that was something that would be easier to sort through…

#ship: stories along the stream #self insert #fo community #selfship community #self insert community #f/o community #selfshipdom #self ship community

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Revenge of CHAOTICA!, Episode 4

"FUCKING OWLS.” "Okay," Katt says, "so we need to break this, but in a way it doesn't make things worse, right?” Thunderchild: “Explosives are probably out of the question, then.” "Well we gotta do something, it’s a big evil thing. A big evil OWL thing.” “Yeah, I'd rather not wade through the toxic muck that is killing the planet.” "It does mean not wading through poo gas & doody water…" GM OOC: Oh, you wish it was doody water. "Oh no, don't bring out the sockpuppet, Fiver.” "Quick!Someone-dress-me-like-an-owl!" “Wait,” the curious one says, “Why are you with two cats?” Katt: "We're traitors.” Fiver (disguised): “Prisoners.” Robbins: "Traitor prisoners.” Katt: "Bad traitors.” Fiver: "Big one’s a prisoner. Little one is dinner for the boss.” Fiver shrugs to the others, "He's like the son I never had. Or the son I don't have to pay alimony for.” OOC: Can't Robbin cast guidance on himself? OOC2: Yes, but first he must remember to do so. Then, you hear the Leonin let out a roar of feral rage before he bounds out, grabs the Owlin at the desk, and beats the other one with the first. OOC: Hit him with your sword of intelligence! Haikeeba! "Good job. When we get back to the gay bar, I'm buying dinner. Any flavor of fish you want.” Fiver walks over to the console "Please be user friendly.” Amber can just hear the console now. "Quiet, fleshbag. I do what I want, not as I'm programmed." Sure it is her imagination, but it would be funny if it happened. “They will betray you and then I will be forced to tear their arms off.” Thunderchild: “Yeah having your arm torn off hurts like a motherfucker.” "Amber come here and figure out how to work this thing. I'm not pushing any buttons what I don't know what they do. That's how Asmodeus steals souls.” …you all stun him, then the Leonin grabs his outstretched arm, tears it off and beats him to death with it. Covered in Owlin blood he glares at you. “I warned you.” Thunderchild: “Fair enough. I mean I figured he'd maybe be smart enough to wait until we were out of the room to try and fuck us.” Thunderchild: “What did you find? And do we need to blow it up?” “Make up your minds. Flapjack, Prince of the western plains will do this with or without you.” "Oh we're doing this, they want to live afterwards, and so do I.” Thunderchild: “Suck it up buttercup.” He glares at you and tosses you the arm. “Here. You could use the spare.” Thunderchild catches it and then uses it as a back scratcher. "Very handy.” "I need no weapon," Katt says. Moonpaw: "I can't use no weapon.” Flapjack growls, “We will need to fight our way up to the highest level, Free The Eye of Lumbera, and kill all who stand against us.” "That-is-alot-of-killing. We-will-be-able-to-fill-alot-of-pillows.” "At the very least we should prolong any chance of demise.” Robbins: "They-are-owlin. They-can-fly.” Fiver: "Yeah but they can't walk through walls. I hope. Also I am excited about the fire plan.” Thunderchild: “Granted this is a ‘maybe fire’ plan. It's not a ‘definitely fire’ plan until we have an exit strategy.” "Gentlemen, we have an emergency situation....HOLY SHIT WHAT'S THAT BEHIND YOU?” Robbins is there behind them, with his make-shift feather beard. "Hoot to the head.” "We're sending a message to anyone who comes looking.” "That message being 'bring a squeege’.” Amber: "Out here I doubt they know what a goonion is, Thunderchild.” Thunderchild: “...We should introduce the concept. nothing cripples an evil empire faster than unionized minions.” "ITS A MASSACRE DOWN THERE! EVERYONE IS DEAD MAN! THAT BIG CAT GOT OUT AND HE'S CHOPPING EVERYONE INTO CHUNKY SALSA! WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE MAN. GAME OVER MAN!” "Remind me: weren't we supposed to be the ones who didn't want to simply kill our way through?” Robbins can move twice-three-times-as-fast as you. There is time for him to scout, have a cigarette, then get sick because he doesn’t smoke. Fiver: “Yes you're adorable, stop milking it.” Thunderchild: “Don't listen to him, milk it for all its worth.” GM OOC: I’ve decided all Leonin have cute stupid pet cat names. "Breaker-breaker. This-is-buzzy-body-bee-contacting-hare-raiser. Do-you-read-me-hare-raiser?” OOC: I think she should stay Jolene. Because song lyrics. GM OOC: And she might for that reason. OOC2: The twist is Jolene is Ace and just really friendly. OOC3: If the Haregon is her girlfriend I doubt she's going to steal anyone's man. GM OOC: They’re open to the right third. Even odds they’re both dating general Frost by the end, knowing me. OOC: I mean my brain came up with "Bro-lene" and won't let me forget. OOC2: ”Bro-lene.. Bro-lene. Bro-lene bro-lene! Please be a bro and don’t take my man.”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #Revenge of CHAOTICA!

[faustinebellamy]

What Monster Protects You: Faust

"With a mouth but no way to speak... With legs but nowhere to go... With a mind but no way to think... With a heart but no way to feel.." -Unknown

The ceasg, known in Scottish as Gaelic as Maighdean na Tuinne, "maid of the wave", are a largely peaceful seafaring mermaid-like fae with a rightful fear of humans. They hail from the depths of Scottish folklore, swimming innocently up and down coastlines, playing in lagoons. Their harmonizing voices can be heard drifting through the morning fog, luring sailors to their ultimate demise. Their seemingly lackadaisical living conditions sports one major drawback. Captivity. If a ceasg is captured by a human, he or she owes their soul to that individual and must grant them three wishes in exchange for their release. They can be forced into marriage and bear human children who are fated to become world-renowned sailors. After a while, the ceasg will grow weary of dismal human life. Depression rests on their shoulders like a cloud as they long for freedom. For the sea. They may fight back against their captor and can only be overcome by the destruction of their very soul, usually kept outside of their own bodies.

You have always been… distant. You'd rather simply fantasize about new and grand other worlds than ever exist in this mundane reality. You may be artistically inclined but your creativity is not just limited to artistic prowess. You have always longed for something more, almost as if you are out of place with the rest of humanity. This can occasionally lead to feelings of isolation or deprivation. You thirst for something which you cannot quite articulate as you follow the song of your heart wherever it may lead you. Perhaps you are a hopeless romantic, looking for a fairy tale ending. You follow the song as it draws you deeper and deeper into the inky depths, pulling you further and further from home. Your wanderings have caught the attention of a ceasg who is determined to protect you, wary that you may meet the same fate it will inevitably meet someday. Be careful out here in these unfamiliar waters, the heaviest of chains never manifest themselves physically.

OOC: At first, I didn't see it at all, but the more I read, the more it kind of fit. Parts of it is pretty spot on. But honestly, that's one of the things I really like about these things, sometimes, they really make you look at your character in a new light and discover new depths of them to explore!

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#asks and prompts #I had to do this three times because I kept losing the result lol

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[raiseacup]

What Are You, Higher Being?

link to the [uquiz]

A smile crept along xir face as xe read the description. "The moon..." Amvin mused, "I don't mind that too much."

Moon One side of a coin, child of Sky and Beneath. You are the cool of the night, the white glow that humans are guided by. They hide from your cold and beg for your twin, the Sun. Your glow is so dim that you must be nearly bare. Your skin is cold to the touch, but you yourself never feel the cold. You wish to be warm. You wish for mortals to see your beauty and love you Your symbols are your bare body in the sky, the moon high above in the night. Three stars accompany you wherever you go. Sheep fleece decorates your shrines, and your boons grant the receiver white patches of skin and large eyes. You are the pearl snake and common moth.

thanks to @parallelroutes-ooc for tagging me in a bunch of uquizzes! They all seem very interesting. Be expecting a lot more of these throughout the week xD

there's a link to the picrew on the picture. like the picture is the picrew link. I don't know if it'll work though?? Let's see. - the mun

#event: icebreaker #amvin #amvin sillies

[synthezcid]

Absolutely losing my mind over Ultron mimicking breathing in AoU 

#like the BS about his origin notwithstanding #it really is a fascinating take of like. several wild factors that create ultron #there is the god complex and the whole 'this is my flock and I am their shephard' vibe #the hatred against his own existence yet the odd yearning for human connection #the way he pleads with wanda and how he mimics human-isms around them #its a very interesting departure from the comic version but in a way thats actually??? kinda fun??? #instead of 'oh god why did you do it like THIS' #granted thats me ignoring the tony of it all #and how removing hank from both vision and ultron's origins takes away SO MUCH from all three of them #but in the absence of ultron's SEVERE father issues #going with that oddly religious route is??? not the worst take???? #idk maybe I'm just enthralled by james spader so much that I'm accepting it #but I just. man I DEEPLY wish they would revisit it #GIVE VISION A SOLO D+ SERIES GOD DAMMIT AND PUT SPADER IN IT #;ooc tag