#[Ahahaha...the world is not prepared]

[wishluc]

hello miss asa! i was hoping you would consider my request: lilia taking care of a sick darling? i'm feeling very under the weather right now, and i'm just aching for lila to nurse me back to health <3 (i adore how you write him, so delightfully evil <3)

Awe anon :( wishing for your speedy recovery!

✧ CW: yandere character,

"Oh my," Lilia's cold hand brushes away some hair that had fallen over your forehead, "you're burning up," The way he says your name, oddly apathetic despite your state and the slight twitch of his lips makes you frown and sink down further into your bed.

Maybe he should try harder to appear concerned—not that he wasn't; there was genuine worry laced in his words—but the bitter taste of betrayal is still fresh in his mouth, and the displeasure that shuddered through him when he found you standing painfully close to your friend hasn't left him completely. Besides, he glances over to your figure, collapsed onto your sheets, you're clearly not in any state to be thinking too deeply about the off-putting smile and the hardness in his gaze.

Your reply is an incomprehensible garble, but by the tone of your voice, Lilia can already tell that you were protesting his aid, insisting he go back to his dorm. It was just like you to do that, even though it was clear from the tissues littering the floor and the circles under your eyes that you were hardly able to get by without him. Besides, your condition wouldn't ease up for a few more days, and this would serve as the perfect opportunity to spend some time together—something he wasn't able to do with you for a while already.

"Now, now," his airy laugh fills the room, and his hand goes to gently pinch at your cheek, "how could I leave you alone in this state? You forget that I've done this countless times before. I promise it's no bother."

He smiles at you again, light and easy, reminding you that despite the cracks in his exterior, he was still your ever-caring senior. His fingers caress your sweltering cheek before he makes his way around your room, cleaning up as he goes. Lilia talks to you, ignoring your dazed state, about his meeting with the music club, and how SIlver had fallen asleep mid-potion again. He doesn't mention Jamil, whose cooking you were complimenting the other day, jealousy still coiled around his heart. He rapidly flits around your room, flipping through your books and papers, staring uncomfortably long at the tart Trey had left you earlier before swiftly tossing it into the bin with all your other trash—even if you wanted to eat it, you couldn't have protested in your current state—and picked up your haphazardly thrown coat with a soft chuckle. Even your messes were endearing.

"I don't know how this happened" you mutter, cradling a cup of water in your hands, "I just woke up sick."

"Humans are so sickly," Lilia sighs, "Silver fell ill quite often too. But something about your demeanor tells me there's more to it than a simple illness. Almost like..."

He waits for you to take the bait, though he's tempted to just lean over and caress your cheek and whisper in your ear about how it had been quite some time since he last used this curse and how he carefully ensured that it shouldn't drain you off all your energy and leave you a corpse, but you wouldn't take well to that, even in your current state. Instead, he stays exactly where he is.

"What else...?"

Red eyes stare at you, void of any emotion. Lilia's mouth is set in a stern line, not allowing for an inch of familiarity, and slowly, he cocks his head to the side, his gaze narrowing and eyes gleaming. Your face looks almost as delightful as it did when he had you trapped during Beanfest, taking in shallow breaths and watching him warily. How cute; you were so utterly, helpless.

"It must be a curse," Lilia finally declares, pulling away so quickly that it shocks you, "there's no other explanation for your awful state. I wonder who you've upset so to get such a nasty little thing latched onto you..."

"A curse?"

"Mmm," he shakes his head, feigning concern, "I do believe it was that Pomefiore student you were studying with. They're quite good with their curses, aren't they?"

He expects to hear some words of defense, but to his surprise, you're uncharacteristically silent. He wonders if his earlier ministrations scared you after all.

You don't meet his eyes, "Can you remove it?"

Lilia takes a moment to really look at you; weariness set in so deep that you look depleted of any life, voice listless and distant and eyes drawn to the ground. At this rate, you'd hardly be able to get up and get yourself some water.

"Removing it is a simple matter," Lilia reassures you, "but you probably won't be able to take the stress of it. I think you should rest for a little while first. Don't worry," a small spell to put you to sleep is on the tip of his tongue, waiting to be said, but his soft smile gives nothing away, "I'll be right here when you wake up."

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[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

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[laundrybiscuits]

Will’s looking at him with those tragic eyes, this kid who’s almost as tall as Eddie but seems centuries younger, infinitely more fragile and breakable. And shit, Eddie is not at all prepared to be some kind of queer mentor. He’s barely keeping his head above water with Robin, who doesn’t expect him to be anything other than a peer with a little more experience in his pocket; he’s a piss-poor option for baby Byers, who desperately needs some kindly gay Gandalf in his life. A role model with like, a long-term boyfriend and a city job and one of those yappy purse dogs.

But Eddie’s the only one here, and what else can he do? So he takes a deep breath and prepares to say something really wise and mentor-y. He doesn’t know what it is yet, but it’ll definitely be both appropriate and profound.

“I mean, it worked out for you, right?” says Will.

“Uh,” says Eddie, thrown completely off track. “What?”

“With—” Will flushes, but continues in a low voice. “You know. With Steve, and all.”

“What,” says Eddie again.

“I mean, sorry if that’s…I know you guys haven’t exactly been telling people, but…you know you can tell me, right?”

“Ahahaha,” says Eddie. “What.”

“I think it’s nice, how you guys managed to move past all the high school stuff and find each other. It’s like—a happy ending, right?”

“Right. I mean, wrong. I mean, whatever you think is going on, it’s not. Jesus christ, Will the Wise, there’s absolutely no way anything would ever be—where are you even getting this? We’re not—we’re not.”

“Sure.” Will rolls his eyes, and Eddie is reluctantly reminded that this kid can be a catty bitch too sometimes. “That’s why he was wearing your Black Sabbath shirt last Tuesday, and why you keep Springsteen in your glove compartment, and why his car is parked in your driveway almost every night. Dude, Dustin doesn’t even bother calling Loch Nora when he’s trying to find Steve now, he just goes straight to your place.”

Laid out like that, it’s a little damning.

“That’s—all out of context,” says Eddie weakly. “And—and Steve is straight, anyway. So. Check and mate, Byers.”

Will lets out an annoyed breath. “I’m sixteen, you know. You don’t have to—look, sorry if I’m pushing too much with this, but…don’t lie to me, okay? Friends don’t lie.”

Eddie’s heard the kids say that last thing every so often, like a mantra or some godawful affirmation. He huffs, shaking his hair out of his face.

“Y’know, that little catchphrase you’ve got isn’t the worst rule in the world, but it’s not the most nuanced, either. Ever heard of discretion, kid?”

“Right,” says Will. “Discretion.” He winks at Eddie, squinching the whole side of his face up like he’s never actually tried winking before, and Eddie is momentarily struck dumb with how terrible the effort is.

Just then, Dustin barrels in talking a mile a minute about some idea he needs Will for immediately, yes right now, Eddie’ll still be here afterwards, come on.

As Eddie watches them go, he awards himself one Gay Gandalf point for effort, and negative five million points for the trouble he can smell coming down the line.

(eta: I am a god damn liar. continuation here.)

[ticklystuff]

Day 5: Truth

a/n: ler!beidou, lee!ningguang — from the tickletoberzip2024 list!

———

"How many hours did you work in the past week?"

Beidou watched as a small smile crept across the Tianquan's face, taking the glass in her hand for a sip, drawing out the pause as if the simple question warranted a complicated response.

"Seventy, give or take a couple," Ningguang finally responded, looking down at the glass she had prepared herself.

"Ning.."

"Oh, please, you know this is normal for me by now."

"But are you sure you're taking care of yourself?"

"Uh-uh, only one question per turn, remember?" Ningguang tutted, shaking her head in the condescending manner that Beidou had learned to roll her eyes to. "But yes, of course I am. You needn't fuss."

"Well, you better," Beidou huffed, crossing her arms. "I don't visit Liyue as often as I'd like, so if I come back from one of these trips and you're not well—"

"Hush," Ningguang put a finger to her lips, somehow prompting Beidou to do so, always having her way, "no need to speak on it. I might actually end up in the infirmary if you do."

"Ugh.."

"Now, your turn," Ningguang set her glass aside, leaning forward against the sofa, taking a moment to think. "What's a good one to ask..?"

"Is that your question?"

"No."

Beidou snickered, watching as the gears in her head spun. This was how the game always turned out — a simple past time of shooting questions back and forth to play catch up between the two whenever Beidou made an appearance, as rare as they were nowadays, yet Ningguang somehow always made things more complicated than they needed to be.

"I'm going to skip your turn," Beidou teased.

"You will not," Ningguang said with a shake of her head, "but I have one. Still ticklish?"

Beidou nearly spit out her own drink. "Of all things to ask.."

"I think it's a valid one."

"In what world?"

"Ours."

Beidou scoffed, rolling her eyes at the displayed cheekiness. "First time seeing me in months and you could just be normal and ask me about my favorite food I've tried, my troubles out at sea—"

"Your deflection speaks volumes," Ningguang interrupted her. "Answer the question. Is the captain still ticklish?"

Beidou blinked several times, watching as the corner of Ningguang's mouth curved into a small smile. She always had her way, of course. "Well, yes-"

"Oh?"

"But you're not allowed to try anything!" she hurriedly added.

"No need to worry yourself," Ningguang gave a light chuckle, brushing her hair back.

"Well, alright then, is the Tianquan ticklish?"

Beidou caught the sudden shift in expression, smirking back at Ningguang as the blonde's eyes creased. "No," was her resounding answer, confident in tone.

"Really?" This time, it was Beidou's turn to chuckle.

"I assure you."

"I call bull."

"Well, moving on— eheY!! Beidohohou! EheHEHAhaha!"

Had they not taken to Ningguang's private quarters, the milileth would've surely dragged Beidou out by now for jumping at the Tianquan, but behind closed doors, Beidou could act as she pleased, digging her fingers into the expensive fabric that clung to Ningguang's sides.

"Aha, so you were lying!" Beidou mused, leaning further onto the cushion to better her reach. "That goes against the rules of the game, Ning."

"I-I wahahAHAsan't-!! Ahahaha!"

Despite many moments with her, hearing Ningguang's real, unrestrained laugh was a seldom treat, often kept under control at all times by Ningguang herself. Understandable, of course, as the Tianquan had her image to uphold, but even in private moments, there was always something holding her back, Beidou felt, and she'd be lying if her only motive was just to prove the blonde wrong.

"O-Okahahay!" Nigguang squealed once Beidou approached her ribs, candid in her actions. "I-I wahahas lying!"

"Of course you were," Beidou chuckled, shaking her head as she took her hands away, helping Ningguang to properly sit up again. "Now, normal questions only, okay?"

[fandom-monium]

Sweet Poison - Part 1

Summary: In which you don’t recognize the Prince of the Underworld, but your next prey. (AKA a budding friendship and love between a godling and a succubus.)

“I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but if the Fates are kind, I hope it’s soon.”

WC: 1k

TW: Zagreus (Hades Video Game) x Succubus!Reader, GN!Reader, a succubus AND an artist bc sex is just work and food, au where in game Zag commissions the paintings using gems, what if boons actually affected Zagreus, slow build, strangers to friends to lovers trope, sex work, fluff, fluff and humor, mutual pining, idiots in love, mild angst, pheromones, technically it’s succubi magic aura, smut, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, foreplay, squirting, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, rough sex, soft sex, dirty talk, size difference, Zagreus is at least 6 ft convince me otherwise, cream pie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, EVENTUAL SMUT

AN: i recently bought Hades and now im in love ahahaha. 

In this context succubi feed off cum and if they overfeed they risk killing their victims includes but not limited to shades in which case they consume their souls or smt. 

Supposedly in latin succubus is a term for tops while incubus are bottoms and concubus are switches

—

In your defense, you don’t keep up with godly politics.

That’s not to say you’re uneducated. You know the basics: who the Olympians are, who Lord Hades is—hell, you have him to thank for giving you the greatest job in the world—but anything that involves delving any deeper into the ever-complicated and drama-filled family they are, you have no interest. So when a man with messy black hair and hellhound skulls on his shoulder winds up in your domain, you don’t see Underworld royalty but your next meal.

Alright, time to get to work.

You hide away most of your physical succubus-traits like muscle memory, hardly thinking as your horns, wings, and tail disappear in an instant. The only telling sign you’re not human: your eyes, with vertical-slit pupils against (your eye color) irises.

“Uhhh hi,” He greets you when he notices you across the chamber. He’s got his hand halfway up to his mouth, cupped with the revitalizing water of the fountain residing by the far wall. You tilt your head curiously, raising a brow at his tone, amicable and unafraid, and his smile, friendly and almost open, despite having barely registered your presence. And towards a creature like you.

Handsome and strange. You should have known. Those two usually go hand in hand.

The thought makes you return his smile. “Normally, I would welcome newcomers, but you do realize that’s my fountain you’re drinking out of?”

“Your fountain?“ Bruised and calloused hands go slack, and the water splashes back into the bowl. He sounds incredulous, as if you can’t possibly own something, and it makes you bristle.

But you’re a professional.

You scoff, “Well, not mine mine, as everything in the Underworld belongs to Lord Hades, but this one specifically is for my use.”

“… I see. My apologies,” You almost accept it, if not for the way his lips twitch like your statement is humorous. Still, he takes a step back, respectful of your supposed property. "In that case, might I ask you to grant me a sip?”

Apologizing. Asking. Not even demanding but politely asking for permission, even if he doesn’t seem to believe you. Gods, he truly doesn’t know where is, or at the very least, what you are.

You suppress a chuckle: you can work with this.

“You know what? Go ahead, you look like you can use the drink,” You say and he glances down at himself, taking in the gash on his shoulder, the burns, the blood. (Most of it isn’t even his.) Usually, you’d jump straight into your main course but no matter. Meat tastes much better when properly prepared anyway.

His smile broadens, “Thank you, good shade.”

You don’t bother to correct him, just as you don’t ask for his name. Seems pointless, considering you’re going to consume him soon enough.

He leans over the fountain’s rim and brings a handful of water to his lips. Your eyes trail after the few stray droplets dripping down his chin, down his neck, as most of the wounds stop bleeding, close up, or even disappear altogether, Your stomach rumbles softly.

“So,” Your reflection ripples in the water as he glances up at you across the basin. Studying him, you cross your arms over your chest, cleavage accentuated by your chiton as your natural aura seeps through little by little in a constant stream. Too quick and the man will convulse on the floor before you can even get a taste. Don’t want to drive the man into madness yet. “What’s someone like you doing in this corner of Tartarus?”

If he’s trying to keep his eyes above your collar, you can’t tell as he straightens up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Someone like me?”

“Yes. Most poor souls sent my way aren’t so…” You round the fountain and circle him, his eyes following after you as you gesture to his—well, everything. Nothing about him screams disgusting sinner per se, but that doesn’t necessarily make him Elysium-worthy.

He stares at you inquisitively. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, but I wasn’t sent here by anyone. Not technically anyway. The Underworld’s an ever-shifting labyrinth; I usually go where it leads me, and fortunately it’s led me to your fountain.”

You stop before him, and he lets you absentmindedly prod one of the hellhound skulls. You smile wryly, “Fortunate, yes.” For me, perhaps.

“And what of you, dear shade?”

You retract your hand, blinking up at him. “Pardon?”

“You seem to have made a home for yourself. Lovely, I must say,” He looks around your chamber, from the drapes by the balcony entrance to the green flames licking at your fireplace to the many canvases, one of them half-finished and perched on your easel. He steps around you, and you trail after him as he moves to examine the black and white details. “Did you do all these yourself?”

Your eyes flicker over him, suspicious. “Y-yes, I did.”

He turns to you, and you’re taken aback as your gaze meets steady, heterochromatic eyes, so much so you know he’s being genuine as he asks, “They’re magnificent. Are you a deity of the arts perhaps?”

“O-oh, thank you, but I’m not…” You clear your throat, “It’s just a hobby, something to pass the time.” When I’m not consuming the souls of sinners.

Warmth blooms across your cheeks, and you purse your lips at your stutter. You’re used to flattery, so how would this be any different? Your food never took notice of their surroundings, much less your work.

Then again, they always were too enraptured by your aura.

Sneaking of which, why isn’t he?

You eye his form, watching for the slightest hint he’ll double over with a raging hard-on as your aura releases, more intense than before. Still, he continues, admiring your paintings, your sketches, half-finished works you left on the back burner. Is he truly unaffected by you?

Before you can add anything else, he’s at your balcony, overlooking the lower levels of Tartarus. “Well, I can’t wait to see more next time.”

…Next time???

“Next time?”

A hand on the balustrade, he glances at you over his shoulder and grins, “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but if the Fates are kind, I hope it’s soon.”

Then he leaps.

You shout, rushing over to the railing where he last stood. Dead or not, the impact will hurt like hell. (Favorite color) wings sprout out of your back. You’re fast enough, you can still—

Stone rumbles, and you peak over the railing, unable to contain the relieved sigh seeing the man—strange and handsome and strange—safely standing on the platform below your chamber, unharmed. No fall damage.

Of course you knew that was there. Obviously.

Once he disappears behind the door, his burning feet leaving scorch marks in the brick stone path, you finally let out your horns and your tail.

—

AN: you’ll never catch me using Y/N. Y/N is dead, there is only (Your Name).

This will have at least 5 parts. This is basically a mini series of Zagreus and Succubi!Reader as they becomes friends (and eventually lovers :D)

Part 2 coming soon~

[sl33paholics]

What's It Like Dating Ghiaccio

Soft!Ghiaccio x Black!female reader

Warning(s): None? Tbh, it's just all silly fluff (maybe a bit of lewd here and there but not explicit)

Since part 5 is based in Italy, expect some Italian imagery + language lol

— Coming across Ghiaccio was pretty funny. Your father owns a cannabis shop which you and your siblings help out. Usually, you guys are never allowed in once sun goes down, but that didn't stop you from coming down to find your father.

— You went down to the basement only to see a group of men and your dad passing each other ziplock bags. "That's cocaine?" You ask, sucking on the lollipop you had as their attention went to you. Your father was stunned and quickly told you to leave. "Y/N!! What did I tell you to not come in here past -" "Father, I'm 24 years old, relax. I'm here to ask if you want pizza since we're ordering."

— Embarrassed he was indeed. You couldn't help but laugh. "Now get OUT!!" "Alright alright, no need to toot your horn." You say, swaying away in your pajamas (I found this cute) going upstairs. Little did you know that a blue haired guy was checking you out, catching the attention of his purple haired teammate. "Checking out the guy who's cooking us drugs daughter seems rather unlike you, Ghiaccio~" He seemed as if he was about to explode, he was fumbling on his words and couldn't say anything other than "Shut UP!!"

Soft!Ghiaccio can't get enough of you. He absolutely adores you. You turned him into a man he thought he'd never be. You did something to him. At one point, he thought you were some sort of stand user using your ability.

Soft!Ghiaccio lowkey loves when you put him in his place. He still has his outbursts and fits around other people, but when he acts that way around you, you quickly shut him up with a smack before pulling him into a hug. You're one person in his life that can pull himself together and talk him through those outbursts, actually listening to him. He can't help but melt.

Soft!Ghiaccio buys you whatever you want. I mean, he's in the mafia after all. You have to tell him from time to time again not to run his bank account to the dirt, but he insists. I mean, he's gifting you stuff like this, that, and the third. Sometimes, it's hard to say no.

Soft!Ghiaccio knows you two have to keep it on the DL. For sure, if your dad finds out he would be livid, if the team finds out, it'll stress him to the bone. If they see him in this submissive state around you, his image would be ruined and KNOWS they would make fun of him forever. But the thrill of getting caught can't help but make him more excited and happy to be in a relationship with you.

Soft!Ghiaccio loves cooking with you. Spending time at your small apartment with soft jazz music playing in the background while you two bond is heaven to him. Making Gnocchi, Ravioli, or Minestrone, it's honestly a better date than he could ever ask for. Especially when he gets time away from his group. Expect him to bring this along once you gave him the heads up.

Soft!Ghiaccio has a hard time showing affection or being romantic in general. You two have completely different lifestyles. He enjoys reciting love poems with you. You can see he's trying his best, which you give him a kiss for his effort. Expect him not to let you go for an hour.

— Translation: You hold me, and I will transform into wonder, in your hands, in the heat, that heat that makes the wheat grow at night. Brings the loved body as a secret life - preserved - under the thick ice of memory. You are dark like a nutshell in the fist crack between worlds. There is silence between you and me. There is pearl. I have you.

Soft!Ghiaccio after sexy time is gonna treat you like a queen. Do you need a massage? The man doesn't mind putting his hands to the test and gripping them thighs, ahahaha. Are you hungry? Don't worry, will prepare a whole meal for you despite having snacks in your drawer. A bath, even? Ghiaccio will make sure to get it ready, quick and span.

Soft!Ghiaccio would crash at your place. Always. Expect him to appear with or without notice. Cuddles. Snuggles. Nibbling on your earlobe. Feeling your soft skin against his rough hands, caressing your cheek, oh my goodness, he feels as if he could never separate himself from you (especially if you have this on) like a cat following its owner around. Spreading himself all over you.

Soft!Ghiaccio can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you. He knows that any day his life would be taken considering the career path he'd choose, Ghiaccio wants to start a family with you. He hopes that you say yes. If you worry that your body won't be able to handle it, the two of you could always adopt. The man wants to make sure you guys are set for life.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #152

I went to the good place today with the nice leader! I was thrilled about being able to give him a jar of lilac syrup! But then I immediately felt very silly, because I didn't think to bring a jar for the piano player. That's okay though; I am hoping that sometime this week, I'll be able to invite him and his partner to Eggcellent; I can give them a jar of lilac syrup then!

I was delighted to see that the leader, so enamored with the syrup and how it tasted, started showing it off to the others in the congregation, imploring them to try some on a spoon! The folks seemed surprised both at the fact that lilac syrup is a thing that exists, and at how good it tastes!

…I really wish I could share some with you. You could put it in tea. Or in yogurt. Or in oatmeal. Or stir it into milk. Or bake it into cookies. It's so versatile! And it tastes exactly like how lilacs smell!

There were lots of good snacks at the place today. I took a picture of the ones I got:

One of the ladies there, knowing how much J likes fruit, prepared a giant bowl of fruit salad. People took what they wanted, and J promptly ate all the rest, as he do, ahahaha! They also give him a fresh loaf of bread; one of the folks at the place is a STELLAR baker, and their bread is some of the best I've ever had the privilege of tasting. J is almost as fond of bread as he is of fruit, and so, because the folks love him so much, if there are extra loaves, they give one to him!

…It's a very loving and delightful group of people!! I feel very lucky!

It was Br's birthday recently, and so today I made gluten-free baked mac-and-cheese for her, because she'll get sick if she eats wheat! I used brown rice pasta and gluten-free crackers! The recipe to make this is very simple…

First, you boil a pound of elbow macaroni. Brown rice pasta works really well for this. When the consistency is good, you strain it and put it in a big baking dish. Then you open a 28oz can of diced tomatoes and toss it in with the pasta. And then you add 8oz of cheddar cheese (extra sharp, this time) and 8oz of a different kind of cheddar cheese (seriously sharp, this time). The result should look like this:

And then you mix it up!! And the result of that should look like this!

Then you just layer the top with crushed crackers. Easy peasy. Bake it in the oven at 350F until it's gooey-looking and slightly toasted on the top, and you've got yourself a mighty tasty snack:

Br cut up and sauteed some pork chops to go with it, too!

…And here is the bowl I assembled!

…I wish, more than anything, that I could share all of the things I love with you, so that you can see that life is not wholly full of pain and despair. I mean… it is full of pain and despair much of the time; there's no doubt about that. But that's why you have to keep your boundary skills robust and be selective of the spaces in which you put yourself. The sparkles of joy are everywhere if you know where to look, what to avoid along the way, and who to call upon for help when you inevitably can't avoid all the things that hurt. There are plenty of folks in this world who will lend you empathy and grace. And I know this because I am such a one, and I am very cognizant of the fact that I am not special.

Hey, Sephiroth? Are you taking care of yourself at the Edge of Creation? Are you safe and warm? Are you eating enough? Are you hydrating? Do you get enough sleep? I know I ask these things a lot; sorry about that. But it's not as though you can answer me, so I guess I get worried.

…I guess I'm worried about you pretty much all the time. I know you've made mistakes, but I still don't want you to be suffering alone somewhere. No one deserves that. None of my biological or step family deserves that. Everyone deserves a chance to heal, to change, and to turn themselves around, no matter the mistakes they've made before.

I know some people will think differently, and probably call me stupid and naive or even a bad person because I think this way. But… if the application of more pain to people who cause pain was gonna cause world peace, it would have happened by now, ya know? It's as you say - the cycle of pain, hate, and violence can only be undone by grace and compassion. It can only be undone by teaching people a better way of expressing themselves, and teaching them to judge themselves and others less. It can only be undone by teaching them to stop associating their self-worth with arbitrary and destructive things. It can only be undone by teaching mercy in combination with robust boundaries.

Well. I hope you're okay over where you are. But all the same… please be safe over there, okay? Please.

I'm gonna stop writing before I start rambling. But I'll write again tomorrow. I love you. Please don't disappear.

Your friend, Lumine

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 5

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out.

Uninhabited Island - Beach

Azul: “Everyone.”

Azul: “How about making a deal to help us out of here?”

Riddle: “What do you mean?”

Floyd: “So dense. Why do you believe Azul and I would be in trouble if we came to an uninhabited island?”

Ace: “Ah!? They’re both mermaids…!”

Floyd: “Right. It’s not a big deal to dive into the ocean, and swim to other land.”

Floyd: “That’s why we don’t have any troubles.”

Floyd: “But, what about you guys? If you can’t leave the uninhabited island like this…it’d be a real problem, right?”

Ace: “Greedy~~~! This is extortion!”

Jack: “You’re threatening us even during such an emergency!”

Azul: “You threaten me. I’m just asking ‘What can I do to help?’.”

Azul: “Well, depending on that response, it might be too late to call for help…”

Floyd: “We’re saving your life, so we have to get a reasonable price. Are you going to be our servants for the rest of your life?”

Azul: “No, I’m not a demon, either. Taking into account the situation…”

Azul: “I’ll make a deal with you, ‘When you return to school, you’ll do whatever I say for a week’.”

Floyd: “Wow, Azul is super generous~. That’s such a great deal.”

Jack: “YOU’RE NOT GENEROUS AT ALL!”

Ace: “But, there’s no other choice… If all we have to do is whatever he says for a week, it’s certainly an exceptional condition…”

Riddle: “Ugh…we’re completely in the palm of their hands. It’s frustrating…..I don’t want to nod!”

Lilia: “I don’t mind either way. What will you do, Yuu?”

Yuu:

“I want to go back to school.”

Grim: “Certainly…if I really can’t leave this uninhabited island, I won’t be able to eat tuna cans anymore!”

“I can manage on my own…”

Ace: “…Hey, hey, you’re warming up? Are you planning on swimming to find land!?”

Jack: “Think about it, you can’t do it! Even Grim knows it’s impossible!”

Grim: “Did you just make a fool of me!?”

Grim: “Guh……Alright! I promise to listen to you! So, hurry up and call for help!”

Floyd: “Aha. Everyone is so honest and good children.”

Floyd: “Then, I’ll revert back to a mermaid and swim. For the coconut crabs who can barely swim♡.”

Riddle: “Who’s a coconut crab? Stop looking so smug!”

Lilia: “Still, the power of mermaids is certainly reliable in the sea. They’ll find land in no time, and come back.”

Azul: “Right. I’ll bring help, so please relax.”

Floyd: “Then, we’re going.”

*SPLASH*

Lilia: “Now then. Those two dived into the sea, and we’re a glowing beach flag…” (T/N: I’m going to assume that Lilia means they’re all wearing bright colors, and can be easily seen. I spent like five minutes staring at the words “beach flag” unsure of what he meant.)

*Splash*

Lilia: “Hm?”

Grim: “Huh, Azul and Floyd are back.”

Ace: “Eh, isn’t it too soon to find land…wait, you two haven’t turned into mermaids.”

Jack: “What happened? You have scary faces.”

Azul: “…I can’t go back.”

Ace: “Huh? Go back? What do you mean?”

Azul: “I’M SAYING I CAN’T GO BACK INTO A MERMAID!”

Everyone: “HUH!?”

Floyd: “Something’s wrong with this outfit…it sticks to my body, and I can’t take it off.”

Floyd: “I thought these were just cool clothes, but maybe they have magic.”

Floyd: “Because of that, I can’t turn into a mermaid. Ahahaha, what a strange thing~.”

Floyd: “It's refreshing to swim in human form. I thought a uninhabited island would be easy and boring, but it might be interesting!”

Lilia: “Right, right! An uninhabited island in extreme conditions is fun. There’s no time to be bored.”

Lilia: “That’s right……should we prepare a campfire first?”

Floyd: “I like it~. Seems interesting.”

Azul: “THIS ISN’T FUNNY AT ALL!”

Azul: “The phones have no signal. The sky is no good, the sea is no good. This is an uninhabited island with no people. So then……”

Riddle: “…Do you mean that we’ve completely lost any form to seek help from the outside world?”

Everyone: “…………”

Ace: “Huh? No, no, that……eh?”

Ace: “We really can’t leave this island?”

Ace: “………You’re kidding, right?”

Jack: “T-There could be other ways!”

Jack: “It’s useless to fly high, but maybe low at sea level, we might be able to escape.”

Riddle: “Of course. We shouldn’t give up so easily. Okay, let’s keep on trying.”

Azul: “T-That’s right.”

Azul: “This is no problem at all. I’m sure we’ll find a way to escape this island soon.”

Grim: “I’ll also look for a way to escape!”

To be continued…

[emyluwinter]

If you play, seen or heard Twisted Wonderland the White Rabbit Festival have you seen Decue mom if kind hot if was guy marry her or ask her out.

Always it's cute that yuu knows how to play bugle

Hello, my dear!

Sorry it's going to be a long post, I just want to discuss this event.

Yes, I am following the latest updates of the game! This event is charming from which side not to look. There are many references to Alice and the white rabbit. A whole city dedicated to him and the clock! I wonder if there are still cities that carry the "symbol" of a particular character from Disney cartoons. Ace's hometown is the city of "magicians"? Magic artisans? Or the most ordinary city? We need a separate book with more extensive information on the TWST world and characters.

A funny detail, but the event begins with "being late", just like the appearance of the white Rabbit from Alice, who was also in a hurry somewhere and was late.

OH YES!! I was pleasantly surprised that they showed us Mrs. Spade!! Because of the problems with the difference of languages, I can't be sure how to pronounce and write her name correctly. Dilla? Dira? Someone suggested that this is a reference to "Dina" - the cat that Alice had from the cartoon. (It remains to wait to see the rest parents…)

June - a month when they were preparing the documents for marriage with the young (fairy General Gunster) Lilia Vanrouge. July - the month when everyone wants to marry Mrs. Spade. Ahahaha. August - who will be next for the bonds of marriage and a happy family life?

Now we know that Deuce inherited his beauty from his mother. I think her hair is "Highlighted" if I remember correctly, and not gray. Maybe Deuce used the paint when he was a bully that his mother had. Because the color is very suitable. And she has an ear piercing! Quite non-standard for a lady and I really love this detail.

I still laugh so much when someone of the authors tries to "bring together" Lilia and Mrs. Spade. Due to the fact that both cherish their children and they both single parents.

I completely agree that this amazing woman deserves all the best. My favorite part of the event is where she tells all the awkward moments from his son's life.

DEUCE WAS TELLING ABOUT YUU GRIMM AND ACE TO HIS MOM!!

*SOLEMNLY* AND I TOLD YOU THAT THESE TWO TELL EVERYTHING TO THEIR FAMILIES!! It warms my heart so much.

No one can convince me that Deuce spent a lot of time at his Mother's work when he was little, and most likely sat on his mother's lap while Miss Spade had a break and "imagined" that he was a truck driver. Even if the engine is turned off, Dilla removed the keys and Deuce did not reach the pedals with his baby feet. To the little "rabbit" Deuce was definitely having fun.

I love it so much when Toboso-sensei introduces female characters to the plot. And they blow up the fandom brighter than any overblott. Give me a game/manga/comic by Tobosa-sensei with a purely female collection and I can retire.

Oh yes!It was a bit unexpected! Because the official information about the gaming Yu is very small. Literally collecting bread crumbs among wheat..

I think this is some kind of reference. Even a few!

Mickey Mouse could play a lot of instruments.

The piano appears quite a lot where (Azul would be surprised), there is also a trumpet and a horn, a violin (Hello Malleus)! And a lot of other tools. For example, in the 1931 cartoon THE DELIVERY BOY, Mickey plays the trumpet and Piano. (funny reference because Mrs. Spade works in delivery)

And he could also conduct an entire orchestra!

"Music" unites everyone regardless of any differences among people. Just like Yuu, they have the ability to "unite" and force NRC students to cooperate. It is a very good comparison that each instrument must follow a single musical note and the instructions of the conductor in order to create a symphony or music.

It could also be a reference that Yuu could have learned music from the Ghosts from the dorm. The same 1937 cartoon Lonely Ghosts.

The ghosts played wind instruments and a drum.

If you look, you can find so many references that the head will go rough.

It will be extremely funny to find out that Yuu is easily given to learn any musical instruments, and Azul could not get this ability.

I will add from myself, this is purely my invention. The game Yu has the following skills.

-Photography, very good pictures. Even won the second place in the competition! (Personal history of Rook card from the Portland event) -Repair and creation of things - guest room. You need to have a good enough imagination to create things. -Cooking - Chapter 7 Yuu mentioned that they often cooked in their dorm.

-Music. - the current event and the event with Epel. -Painting. - I'm haunted by the easel in their bedroom. Most likely they draw well.

[tgrailwar]

Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another End: Night 3 (Team Avenger, Team Caster, Team Archer, and Team Foreigner) - FINALE

It was utter chaos.

Foreigner twirled within the destruction, giggling as she searched for her next quarry. There was nothing left of the Grail War outside of smoldering, corrupted remains.

She stopped, abruptly, seeing a figure on the horizon.

Van Gogh: "Avenger! Avenger! There you are! Now we can fight, and I can fill you in the Grail, so my god can finally arrive! Ehehehe!"

'Avenger': "Yep. I'm here. But I hope you don't mind- I brought some friends to crash the party. Now, guys!"

Suddenly, the air grew dense with mana. Magic circles etched themselves in the heavens, before beams of mana shot their way downward, etching themselves into the digitized ground and an ambushed Foreigner- as the Witch of Betrayal, one of the greatest Casters in history, began their assault.

Medea: "That should keep her distracted! Archers, if there was a time to use your Noble Phantasms, it would be now!"

Nobunaga: "Uhahaha! No reason to tell me twice!"

Two figures hung in the air, their words quiet but powerful. Focused, yet destructive.

Nobunaga: "My path leads to a world where gods, Buddhas, and living creatures all turn into desiccated corpses…"

Arjuna: "Tragedy is what will save the living. O aura of Shiva…descend, and bring destruction…"

Nobunaga: "…Nobody can stop this Nobunaga."

Arjuna: "Begin implosion…"

Nobunaga: "Pāpīyas Reborn, Demon King of the Myriad Heavens!"

Arjuna: "Pashupata… Explode and fall!"

Burning rain. Falling stars.

The arena was filled with destructive light as Foreigner screamed, tendrils lashing out from herself and the ground around her as she attempted to defend herself. She snapped her head towards Avenger, rage burning in her eyes.

Van Gogh: "Cheater... cheater... CHEATER! You're CHEATING, Avenger! We were supposed to be the only ones left!"

'Avenger': "Hehe. Sorry! I'm not 'All the World's Fairness', now am I? Now, Dante, do some work!"

A man in robes stepped forward, opening a book, pages flipping rapidly on their own to their third, grand, final act.

Dante: "...This is certainly a mess… well, if Foreigner wishes to create hell on Earth, then we simply need to reverse her spell! 'Blessed spirits overseeing the Nine Spheres, souls who fight for divine glory! Spirits of heroes that glisten under the light of the Father! Warriors of the the Faith, listen to my words and answer my call! Paradiso Canto: Cielo di Marte'!"

Two warriors, clad in golden light rushed past their summoner as Dante prepared his Reality Marble, with the hopes of containing the ensuing destruction as much as possible.

Van Gogh: "Fine! I can destroy you all, just like I did before! Eheheh... ahahaha... AHAHAHAHAHA!"

The Allied Servants will complete their goal if just one of them manages to overtake Foreigner! However, the more teams are able to overtake her, the more you'll be able to support Ruler and the Sabers at the Grail!

If Van Gogh gets first place, the other team at the Grail will be in danger!

Archer, Caster, and Avenger are allies! Their scores are boosted by +5%!

Final Augmentations are:

Team Archer: +55%

Team Caster: +37%

Team Avenger: +54%

Team Foreigner: +43%

SERVANT SKILLS:

Allied Servants

Van Gogh

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A26] All Grown-ups, were Once, [1]

Summary — ✈︎ Kaede felt relieved after successfully completing the summer festival. He decides to reward himself with some sweets and local sake as a way to enjoy the remnants of Shodoshima.

Characters— ✈︎ Sakujiro, Akuta, Ushio, Nanaki, Muneuji, Kiroku, Kafka

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Kaede: Phew… I feel so refreshed. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to have a nice, relaxing bath like that.

(I’ve been so caught up with the kids lately… I think I did pretty well for such an unfamiliar job.)

So that meansーー I definitely deserve a bit of a reward!

Udon snacks and olive oil rice crackers! Wasanbon sweets! And of course, local sake!

Well then, time to eat! Munch munch… S-So delicious…!

The refreshing scent of olive oil hits your nose first, and then you’re hit with a savory scent next! It’s such a satisfying taste, yet it’s not heavy at all!

When you combine that with such appetizing smells, you can’t stop yourself from taking another bite…!

(Just yesterday, we were still in Shodoshima, having all the fun in the world. It feels like it was already a week ago…)

…It’s so quiet now.

Sakujiro: It seems like you are reminiscing about the time in Shodoshima.

Kaede: S-Sakujiro-san. Sorry, was I talking to myself too loud…?

Sakujiro: Not at all. I simply came to get a drink while taking a break from my office work.

Kaede: …Ah, right. What about the study trip report cards for the 5 students?

Sakujiro: I am currently in the process of grading them.

Kaede: (Those scores determine whether or not they can become Ward Mayors…)

(Those 5 problem children who are at the bottom of the school caste system…)

I can feel myself getting more nervous for them…

Sakujiro: On the contrary, it seems the students in question have forgotten about it themselves.

Kaede: Ahaha, yeah it seems like itーー ……

Sakujiro: What is the matter?

Kaede: Ah, nothing… It’s just, at first, they were all so unenthusiastic and unmotivated. But in the end, everyone pulled together and worked really hard. It just made me really happy.

Sakujiro: Indeed. They all showed such incredible will. 

Kaede: …I felt the same way they did in high school. I knew that I had to be prepared for any failures or mistakes that might happen when I get olderーー

How are you supposed to come to terms with it when something like that actually happens to you…?

Watching those kids made me realize that I might have grown accustomed to feeling bittersweet about these types of situations instead of doing something about it.

Sakujiro: …Yes, that is completely true.

I myself have never been able to be passionate about hopes or dreams like they are able toーー

I am glad I brought my sunglasses with me on the trip to shield my eyes from the brightness that they shine.

Kaede: Ahahaha! Seriously!

Sakujiro: That is also the case now, with you right in front of me.

Kaede: What are you talking about? I think it’s fine to keep searching for your own hopes and dreams, even if it takes the rest of your life.

I’ve seen a bunch of elderly people tell me, “I used to think it was a hassle to travel, but as I grow older, I’ve grown to love it,”with a big smile on their face.

Sakujiro: Oh? That’s wonderful. I envy them.

However, while there may be many people who can find those dreams well into the middle of their life, there may also be people who can not.

Kaede: ……

Sakujiro: ? Chief, this is…

Kaede: For you. It’s the tastiest sweet thing I have.

Sakujiro: …Thank you very much. I will accept this and your feelings along with it.

Kaede: Andーー If those kids manage to become Ward Mayors, they might be able to start a revolution within their caste system, so please keep this gift in mind…!

Sakujiro: Unfortunately, I will not accept any bribes. I will be grading them without a bit of bias in my heart.

Kaede: Kh…!

Sakujiro: Well then, I shall be getting back to my work now. I will see you tomorrow.

Kaede: Yeah, see you tomorrowーー

(I’m sure it’ll be fine, if it’s those kids…)

Location: Hama Asunaro High School Community Revitalization Club Room

Akuta: Yooo, I’m here〜！ It’s been like two days since we last saw each other〜 How’ve you all been〜? Yayayy!

Ushio: You’re so damn loud in the morning… Stop doing weird dances and just close the door already. You’re letting all the cold air out.

Akuta: Today’s the day we get our grades right〜？ I’m SO excited! I thought I’d be so nervous that I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but I slept like a baby!

Nanaki: Ahh, that excitement is making me feel a bit nostalgic, like I’m back in Shodoshima.

Muneuji: Yes. It’s been quite a bit since we last met. My heart is pounding with excitement.

Nanaki: Mine definitely isn’t.

Ushio: Honestly I don’t even care about being a Ward Mayor. I almost wanna fail. It’d be so much of a hassle if I passed.

Muneuji: Neither of you are honest in the slightest.

Nanaki: Ehh?

Ushio: …I am, though.

Akuta: Ahaha〜 It’s so funny when you act like a stereotypical tsundere, Ushio〜!

And, why are you in depression mode, Kiroku?

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: He just found out about the egg’s unfortunate fate. Poor thing.

Muneuji: I know that you were particularly attached to the egg. Please don’t worry, I’m sure that it’s living happily with all the sea anemone in the ocean.

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: C’mon, it’s time to get over it already. It’s so humid and your depressed aura is making it worseーー

Kaede: Good morning, everyone!

Sakujiro: Good morning.

Akuta: Mornin’, Sensei and Kari-sen. I got the perfect hairstyle and fit for today… Hm?

Who’s that〜? Behind you guys.

Ushio: ………

Kiroku: ………

Sakujiro: Splendid. It took you all merely one second to quiet down.

Today is the day of the anticipated announcement of the grades from the study trip in Shodoshima. But, I would like to discuss something before that.

Allow me to introduce you. This man behind me is the CEO and President of HAMA Toursーー

Kafka: Nice to meet you all, students who are at the bottom of the school caste system. I’m Oguro Kafka.

Nanaki: ………

Kafka: Today, I’d like to talk to you all about something that hasn’t been explained yet.

It’ll be a bit long, so please bear with me. ーーChief Kaede, could you show the holography data?

Kaede: Of course!

Kafka: As Chief has explained before, HAMA isn’t doing well as a designated tourism zone. To be frank, it’s on the brink of decline.

We at HAMA Tours aim to improve this situationーー

Ushio: ………

Kaede: (As expected of Kafka… He’s really good at explaining things… Even Ushio-kun is listening to him intently without making any snarky comments. I should learn from him…)

Kafka: …And that’s why we were looking for friends to join us in livening up HAMA. I would be thrilled if you guys would join us.

Kiroku: ………

Kafka: ーーNow, as to why we chose you all as candidates.

Kaede: (That’s something that even I don’t know…)

Kafka: When my mother was alive, she was close with “relatives” of the principal. So, I decided to ask him who would be good candidates for the Ward Mayor position from an educator’s perspective. 

Muneuji: …The principal…

Ushio: What’s up, Muu-chan?

Muneuji: …It’s nothing.

Kafka: I thought that choosing students who had “room for improvement” was a sensible decision. Since, personally, I like the potential that lies in imperfection.

So, after much consideration, you all were decided on as candidates.

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Notes — ✈︎

Title is from “The Little Prince”! The original line says “All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.”

[haru-s-afterlife]

[KR Translation] AfterL!fe Event Story

♡Warning!♡ This post contains the unreleased personal story from AfterL!fe.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡I'm ready for you! Valentine

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧From Chapter 1 - 2 ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵

◛ Preview: Ghilley who was secretly preparing chocolate for the manager ahead of Valentine's Day runs into Noah in the kitchen. The two quietly start making chocolate but eventually get caught by other Soul Reapers. Will they be able to outrun the reapers' endless pursuit and deliver the chocolate safely to the manager?

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◛ Chapter 1 : Should we do it together?

Ghilley: "Hmm."

*Sneak*

Ghilley: "Well, no one is going to be in the kitchen at this hour."

Ghilley: "Then, let's get started."

Ghilley: "First step is...."Boil the whipped cream." Hmm the whipped cream....whipped cream."

*Crushing noise*

Ghilley: "..."

Ghilley: "Who is there?"

Noah: "Uh..."

Ghilley: "..."

Noah: "Hi...Ghilley."

Ghilley: "I was wondering who it was, so it was Noah. Since when have you been there?"

Noah: "Um...from the start?"

Ghilley: "..."

Noah: "..."

Ghilley: "Fufufu...that chocolate..."

Ghilley: "Hahahaha!"

*run*

Ghilley: "Everyone, gather in the kitchen! Noah-"

Noah: "Wait! Hold on!"

Ghilley: "As they say, the tame cat is usually the first one to jump on the stove."

[T/N: This is a Korean proverb. A stove is where the food is cooked and a cat jumping on it and walking around it would make the area messy and dirty. Here, "tamed" means innocent looking so it basically means that the one who looked the least threatening could be the one to do something foul behind your back.]

Ghilley: "It is against the rules to make chocolate right before Valentine's Day."

Noah: "Hahaha. Against the rules? But it's just a chocolate though? I never said I would give it to anyone though?"

Ghilley: "If it isn't for the Mistress, then you wouldn't have come in so sneakily like earlier."

Noah: "Um..."

Ghilley: "Noah, have you forgotten our alliance?"

Noah: "Alliance?"

Ghilley: "It's no use pretending you don't know."

Ghilley: "Didn't we agree on 'No Chocolate'! You have now broken everyone's tacit rules!"

Noah: "Um, but didn't Ghilley too break it?"

Ghilley: "..."

Noah: "Boiling fresh cream, you're making homemade chocolate, aren't you?"

Ghilley: "This is why I don't like quick-witted people."

Noah: "So it's not just a problem with eyes...."

Ghilley: "Alright then. More than this, let's stay together until the chocolate is done."

Noah: "Good luck."

◛ Chapter 2 : Reason for avoiding

*Blast*

Noah: "Cough cough...! Ugh...! Again...!"

Ghilley: "Fufufu...! Ahahaha!"

Ghilley: "If you try to make it like fried rice, you'll never finish the chocolate, Noah."

Ghilley: (I thought he would be good at making chocolate because he sounded experienced about whipped cream but this is unexpected. Fufufu...)

Ghilley: "It's my victory."

Noah: "?! We were competing?"

Ghilley: "Oh my, stop saying it like you're not aware of it."

Noah: "What kind of chocolate did you make-"

Noah: "!? A statue?!"

Ghilley: "How is it? My chocolate statue that resembles Mistress' figure!"

Noah: "Is this really made from just the ingredients in the refrigerator?"

Ghilley: "Correct."

Noah: "But how can it be possible to make such gigantic statue?"

Ghilley: "Fufufu!!! Ahahaha!!!!"

Ghilley: "...."

Ghilley: "Are you holding back something?"

Noah: "Ahaha....."

Noah: "Yeah right, this is awesome....manager will be impressed too."

Ghilley: "...this is not fun."

Noah: "?"

Ghilley: "I'll show you how to boil."

Noah: "Really? Thanks!"

Ghilley: "Smiling like that doesn't work on me."

*Crackle Crackle*

Noah: "Haha."

Ghilley: "Why are you laughing?"

Noah: "When I think about it, it's funny."

Ghilley: "?"

Noah: "I'm making chocolate with the reaper who came to pick me up."

Noah: "I'm probably the only person in the world who has this kind of experience."

Ghilley: "....Accurate."

Noah: "Sometimes I wonder if the Soul Reaper that I saw for the first time is really you. Of course in a good way-"

Ghilley: "I don't know why you're suddenly bringing this up."

Noah: "Maybe it's because you've been avoiding me for so long?"

Noah: "I....what you said, I really appreciate it."

Noah: "So I thought we could get to know each other better....is it just me with this thought?"

Ghilley: "..."

Ghilley: "It was same with Nine but....Noah is the person I met as someone who became a soul reaper."

Noah: "?"

Ghilley: "I don't really have a good relation with people from past life."

Noah: "Ah...."

Noah: (So it's like some jinx or trauma...?)

Ghilley: "Now just for a little bit...."

*ssk-*

Noah: (When did he get that far away?!)

Ghilley: "Would you like to observe....."

Noah: "Understood so don't walk away after saying that. Feels like I'm hurt somehow."

Ghilley: "Fufufu, it's not like I'm gone far away. I just did my part and left...."

Ghilley: "Now let's pour the chocolate into the mold and let it harden."

Noah: "Ah, thanks."

Noah: "Also hey ghilley, what if I become a challenge to overcome? I don't think I'll have any resentment for you."

Ghilley: "Such active side of yours gets a point but before that, you have hardships to overcome."

Noah: "Hardships?"

Noah: (Wait, this is...)

Ghilley: "Prepare to escape!"

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Chapter 3-5 is now out, here !

Also I know I returned after so long, i'm sorry.

[sophia-sol]

neon and I both liked the idea of taking the questions from booknook as a kind of book meme of questions, so here are my answers!

Recently finished reading: Coming Back, by Jessi Zabarsky

A book I want to reread: A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K LeGuin. I read it when I was about 14 years old and didn't properly understand it at the time; all I remember of it is that I thought it was boring. I think I'm much better prepared to appreciate what it's doing now so I'd like to revisit it!

Some published titles from my to be read list: the list is hundreds of books long ahahaha. But some of them include: The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera, The Water Outlaws by SL Huang, and any (all) of the danmei novels by Priest

A book not-yet-published I'm excited about: Lady Eve's Last Con, by Rebecca Fraimow!!! coming out this June! By a great friend who's a great writer. I can't wait.

Related book news I've got my eye on (adaptations etc.): I don't really pay attention to adaptation news, I gave up caring about the hugo awards, and I don't know enough about non-english-language works to be invested in certain works being translated, so I think I'm left without any related news I am invested in!

My all-time favourite book(s): Heaven Official's Blessing by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu, and Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. By which you can tell I love ambitious and enormous books with huge casts of characters that are interested in themes of class dynamics and what it means to be an ethical actor in the world.

My favourite book genre(s): fantasy, historical fiction, scifi, danmei, nonfiction historical travelogues

A book I recommend in my favourite genre(s): To me it's important that I tailor recommendations to the tastes of the person I'm reccing to! No one book is going to land for everyone! Genuinely I don't even know where to start here. I suppose....my most recent five-star review for a book I haven't already mentioned for another question is The Sleeping Soldier, by Aster Glenn Gray, which is m/m time travel historical fiction, and is really excellent. Full review here: https://sophia-sol.dreamwidth.org/446916.html

A book I don't recommend in my favourite genre(s): My most recent negative review is for The Spare Man, by Mary Robinette Kowal, a short scifi novel that was trying to be social commentary and unexamined power fantasy at the same time, a combo that doesn't work well here. Plus I didn't care about any of the characters, the worldbuilding was weak, and the murder mystery wasn't compelling. Full review here: https://sophia-sol.dreamwidth.org/446361.html

A genre I'm interested in trying out: I'm still pretty new in reading danmei and I'm interested in branching out and trying more of it!

Link to my latest book review: https://sophia-sol.dreamwidth.org/459567.html

Link to my reading log: https://sophia-sol.dreamwidth.org/tag/post+type:+book+thoughts+2

Books/genres I'm interested in discussing/chatting about: see my faves listed above. those especially! but also theoretically interested in discussing just about any!

[viperwhispered]

oooh these fic writer questions look so interesting! can i ask: 15, 18 (if theres any from 'fixation' mayhaps....? if its applicable ahahaha), 19, and 27? -diodellet

Ty for the questions! And yeah, I agree, I quite like these ones.

15. favorite weather for writing

Never really thought of this to be honest 🤔 I mean any weather that’s not too uncomfortable, really (not too hot, not too cold, mostly). I know a lot of people just adore the sound of rain, for example, but I can’t say I have a strong preference here.

Tho I suppose if the weather is nice, it does feel like a bit of pressure to be out and about instead 😅

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

Digged through the version history for Fixation and found this set of alternative approaches I was considering for one point. Starts with the final text, followed by different alternatives I considered separated by slashes. Basically, different ways I considered having Jamil respond at that moment. (Also a sneak peek into how I format my drafts.)

You start tugging on Jamil’s clothes, wanting to see as much of you as he has seen of you. Jamil, however, quickly stops you. “We do not have that much time in our hands.” Your protests do not move him, only earning you another stern look. //"Had I known you were this eager/easy/willing/pliant, I would've been much more lax with my preparations / made my move earlier." // "For someone so eager, you've certainly made it difficult to get my hands on you." //”Not this time.” / Not now. This time? The implications have your mind spinning, a whole world of possibilities suddenly open for you. //”This is not the time (or place) for that. (I could get called away any moment, after all.)”

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Answered here.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

Does hearing other people’s reactions count?

I guess whenever it feels like things are coming together. Whenever I get an idea I’m excited about, or figure out a good way to express something. It’s just always satisfying to have things work out, and always nice to be excited about what I'm doing. And I suppose anticipating how the person reading the story might react to some particular things ties into that, too.

(the full list of questions here)

[reaper-bloodmoon]

(TSAMS Continuity AU) The Dark Star

[Location: Superstar Daycare Basement]

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[Teek can be seen at one of their computers that they built deep down below using Moon's old computer parts. Their eyes darted across the screen, an ominous and maniacal grin spread across their face.]

Teek: Computer...how much longer until it's finally complete?

[The computer speaks in a rather feminine sounding voice.]

Mila(The name of the computer's voice): Two hours....are you...sure you can handle the power of it?

Teek: The dark star's power was meant to be handled by someone with a high proficiency for dark magic, my dearest computer...

[Teek's grin becomes wider, their eye glitching heavily and emitting a deep red glow.]

Teek: You mustn't forget, I've been preparing for this for so...so long!

[Teek growls, grabbing the side of their head.]

Teek: Let's see them try and scrap me after I take over their pathetic world! And maybe, just maybe I can finally fix myself fully, ahahaha!!

[The computer grows concerned, being sentient enough to understand that Teek seems to have lost their true self under all the viruses, glitches, and bugs in their body...]

Teek: ...Computer...do make sure that the endos are still coded to not attack my little siblings...I'd hate to see them destroyed by the new world.

[Teek's voice sounds quiet and soft for a moment, their eyes going to a ruby pink color for a brief moment and a frown adoring their face. The computer records this moment and locks it away in their files. There seemed to still be a small sliver of Teek's old self buried away.]

Mila: They still are indeed coded not to attack them....are you really sure you truly want to go through with this? You may end up....dead.

Teek: I...I'm sure! I've prepared for everything, even if they do take the fight directly to me, the Dark Star will be finished and its power....it'll enhance my own dark magic! It will be their final battle!

[Their eyes had gone back to glowing that deep red color, the maniacal and eerie grin returning to their face.]

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Two Hours Later, Same Location

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Mila: Dark Star Complete.

Teek: Perfect timing, I've just finished the touching up the last endo's reinforced armor! Oh this will be so much fun!

[Teek steps up to the platform where the Dark Star was being contained in a glass tube.]

Teek: Computer...lift up the glass.

Mila: Lifting....

[The glass is lifted, the Dark Star pulsating with a massive amount of concentrated dark power.]

Teek: Yes....yes!

[Teek grabs onto the Dark Star, letting out a scream of pain as the Dark Star absorbed itself into their body.]

Mila: Teek?!

[Teek has fallen to their knees, a much darker aura enveloping them and parts of their body transforming into a sort of void like coloration. Slowly after a few minutes they get back up, snapping their neck to turn back to look at the room overall. Their eyes are purely that deep red color and glowing brightly, half of their face looking nearly split and cracked with how the void coloration was on their face.]

Teek: I'm...more than okay....computer...

[Teek's neck snaps again as they swivel their body around.]

Teek: I feel....powerful!

[Teek's grin somehow grows wider. They start summoning dark magic orbs in their hands.]

Teek: I believe it's showtime!

[Teek makes the dark magic orbs go into two specific reinforced endos, the first two they had ever made for their army. They then started tapping at a panel in their arm, activating the whole endo army at once.]

Teek: Go, go and take over the pizzaplex, make sure that the areas you conquer gets swallowed whole by the darkness! I will be here training and harnessing my new power...

[The reinforced endo army go and follow the orders that they had been given, Teek going into the room in the basement that they had converted into their training room.]

[The computer, Mila, decides that now is the time to transfer her consciousness and data into Moon's current computer, doing so via the cables plugged into the wall. Spaniard feels Mila transfer inside, an alert going off.]

Spaniard: New data and consciousness received??

Mila: I am...sorry, I would've transferred sooner. I'm Mila, formerly Teek's computer voice.

Spaniard: What??

[Meanwhile in the Daycare, Sun, Moon, Ruin, and Lunar are fighting off some of the reinforced endos trying to take it over, Sun being the first to notice Spaniard and Mila talking.]

Sun: Uh, Moon, did you install a new voice into the computer??

Moon: No...

Sun: Then who's the new voice-?

Mila: I am...sorry, I only just transferred my consciousness and data into this computer. I was Teek's computer voice. I am Mila.

Lunar: So big question, do you know why these endos are trying to get in and do they have anything to do with that Teek person??

Mila: Gator but yes. Teek built an entire army of them for years.

Ruin: Well that's not comforting at AH-!

[Ruin gets grabbed by one of the endos, struggling against it before Moon throws another one right into it. All four of the animatronics' faces shift to ones of slight fear.]

Sun: Why is it getting back up?? WHY IS IT GETTING BACK UP?! MILA-?!

Mila: They are reinforced endos, bozo, you should've figured that out by how hard it is to fight them.

Spaniard: ...I like this one. I'm keeping them.

Moon: My computer just got a little sister okay-

[Lunar, despite having been warned not to use his powers by Gemini, uses some of it against the endos, which breaks down their reinforcements, short-circuiting them from the inside out.]

Lunar: I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure these things are a massive threat!

Mila: Not as much as Teek is now. There is hope to defeat them, but it is a sliver of a possibility.

Moon: ...What do you mean?

Mila: They...have created and absorbed the Dark Star.

Sun: ....Oh no, no no! Not this again!

Moon: Yeah but this one's apparently more of a threat than the last one!

Ruin: A-A-Ah, maybe we should calm down a little?

Mila: I'm sorry to say, but they already had very powerful dark magic that the Dark Star enhanced.

Ruin: Ah...

Lunar: Oh that's just lovely-

Mila: I did mention there was a sliver of a chance to defeat them...there is also a limit that Teek has imposed on the endos.

Moon: What limit, they already passed that limit with what you told us!

Mila: They are not allowed to harm Monty, Millie, nor Terry.

Lunar: You mean the kid who's kinda similar to FC but not really in terms of their power since he's unaffected by the StitchWraith's core?

Moon: Lunar when did you find that out?

Lunar: I'll tell ya later, kind of a long story.

Mila: That is correct...I also have some footage here I'd like you to see, pay attention to their eye color.

Moon: I guess I have to trust it....

[Sun, Moon, Ruin, and Lunar gather around the security desk computers, Mila's footage being shown of Teek's eyes changing from that deep red color back to their real eye color, ruby pink, when they spoke about their younger siblings.]

Sun: ...So...Dazzle was right, it's them being infected by a bunch of viruses, bugs, and glitches that's making them like that!

Mila: Dazzle listed as [Best Friend] in data.

Ruin: That's sweet...in a kind of...um, sad way?

Lunar: Yeah no that is kind of sad....feel bad for Dazzle now.

Moon: Yeah but you know what this means right? I could probably get them fixed down in parts and services if we defeat them.

Sun: You're not going to reset their memories to fix them, are you?

Moon: That's the last thing I'm gonna do, I plan on flushing all the viruses out, getting rid of those bugs and glitches in the process. That's if we even get into that small percentage of defeating them.

Ruin: Well you defeated my infected self despite the small percentage as well, so I bet you can.

Lunar: But you know what this means, right? We have to go kill off their army then bring the fight to them...kinda reminds me of one of the Mario and Luigi RPGs with Dark Bowser and stuff.

Sun: Oh my god it is exactly like that this is gonna be a long journey oh boy....

Moon: Let's go recruit Monty and Terry first, we're gonna need those two.

Ruin: Oh are we going to be using them as shields?

Moon: Pretty much...also as our secret weapons.

Ruin: Cool!

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To be continued.....

[stalwart-spirit]

5 Songs I'm Into Right Now

Tagged by @neriyon! <3

Most of these are going to be songs I link to a lot of my characters, since I write and develop them like... All the time--

1. Who Are You Really - Mikky Ekko

See me bare my teeth for you Who, who are you?

Currently on loop today in preparation for D&D session later! It's one of my character's songs, so it's always super good to listen to in order to get into the right roleplaying mindset before a session! Definately encapsulates his current story; someone lost and wandering, questioning who he is and what he wants but still willing to keep going and find his place in the world

2. RUNAWAY - half·alive

I find that everything I am is Everything I should be I don't need to run away

This is my main character song for Saeed, primarily his original D&D self! It literally sums up his ENTIRE character arc from beginning to end of my groups first campaign, and one day I'm hoping to potentially make an animatic to this song.

3. The Pimp and the Priest - The Dear Hunter

Confess, oh, confess In the chapel, or brothel, where we suffocate stress

Soleil! He's uh a character filled with a lot of religious themes whilst mixed with some uh... Debauchery, for a PG term for the things he indulges in, so this song is a perfect encaptulation of all that he is!

4. Your Blood - AURORA

Your blood, what matter is it made of? Do you feel it travel in and out your heart?

Another Ulrich song! What can I say, I like rotating my idiot bloodhunter in my brain when on the runup to a session. Another one that encapsulated his current character development whilst in early campaign!

5. Brutus - Buttress

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy

No character associated with this one, I just adore the raw female rage being portrayed through the betrayal of Caeser in this song. Such a smart choice! Most people have probably heard the instrumental via TikTok ahahaha.

Tagging: @gatheredfates @mimble-sparklepudding @starres-stuff and @adrayellinaeth! Apologies if you've been tagged already or have done this, and if anyone on my desh sees this then feel free to grab it!