#A Boy Without Armor (OOC)

[son-of-pendragon]

((It feels appropriate to start the Fourth Singularity on the day I picked for Mordred’s birthday… though I get the feeling I’m going to be doing a lot of twitching, when Mo gets misgendered… Regardless. This should be interesting, even if it isn’t exactly fun.))

[impcler]

Mess.mer honey, you should really consider doing more triceps focused exercises because your forearm is looking absurdly huge in some angles

[forgottnseccnd]

The Legion's recruits are motivated by gold star stickers that they then use to decorate their armor until they complete their training. Some full-fledged Space Marines will put a single gold star sticker in a hidden place on their armor in honor of how far they've come.

// i unironically love that AND IT DOESNT HELP THAT ITS KINDA CANON...!!!!

they're motivated not by gold star stickers (but they'd ABSOLUTELY LOVE IF YOU GAVE THEM ONE), but instead making specific, carefully-done chips on their armor to contrast with the deep pearlescent blues to make almost white chips that look like stars. this is to help them not only show their accomplishments and that they're battle-hardened, but also to differentiate themselves from one another!

so, say that you're talking to a neophyte or an aspirant-- they don't have any stars on them just yet. but a full-fledged space marine? they'll definitely have a few, either purposefully done by themselves or from battle.

higher-ranked space marines will have the beginnings of creating constellations on their armor, and those in First Company or the veterans of their respective companies will have whole constellations and be named AFTER constellations. of course, the highest honor is to be named after a constellation in the sol system! even MORE of an honor if it's a very well-known one, like Orion's Belt or Ursa Minor!

... but, they do also enjoy gold star stickers... aurelius purposefully hides some for his legion all around his ship, it's also very much loved by the kids that had looked up to them! sometimes, you might be able to see scratched and ruined but still-intact gold star stickers around the remains of aurelius's ship, especially around the residential district <3

[son-of-pendragon]

@rake-rake

[hxlxnaaa]

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

★ synopsis: haunted by your own loneliness, it seems the only cure is to create an imaginary friend

★ character: xavier

★ cw: first-person POV, angst if you squint, real world au, maybe ooc xavier? not really

★ word count: 1.6k

★ a/n: inspired by maladaptive daydreaming! strays so far from canon storyline obviously so this is hella HELLA au, but MC still has her heart problems lmao

When it comes to children, it isn’t surprising when you find out they have an imaginary friend. They’ll giggle, and their eyes will light up as they tell you about their talking dog, who has tea parties with them and rides on the back of their bike. Or the teddy bear that comes to life at night to tell them bedtime stories and help them count sheep.

Yet, eventually, the time comes where they grow up. No longer do talking dogs and dancing dolls follow them around, and the child won’t talk about their little friend anymore, leaving them behind. They fade from one’s memory, a ghost long forgotten…

But what if they don't?

What if they never grow out of their ‘imaginary friend’? What if it follows them all throughout their life? A schizo diagnosis would be in order, and years of therapy.

Sadly, that’s how it is for me; well, not the “seeing things and copious amounts of therapy” part.

He’s just… a coping mechanism.

A world to go to in my head when everything feels as if it’s crashing down. I don’t know where I’d be without him.

When I was small, no one seemed to enjoy my presence. I was always considered a nuisance with all of my heart problems. Making real friends was hard; people would up and leave after a few months, and I’d be alone again. I was a bother, in and out of doctors offices and never able to hang out. Texts would go ignored because I was too busy having tests run in cold hospital beds, hooked up to machines.

The nurses would joke with me, braid my hair and tell me gossip since I was in there so much – but it wasn’t the same as having friends my age that I can go to the movies with. So, when I finally came to the conclusion I’d be alone forever, I made a friend.

Yes, I made a friend.

I put all the qualities of my ideal friend in him; He was straight out of a cool, teen indie movie — the perfect boy next door. He would be the best friend you could go on long road trips with, get donuts with at ungodly hours in the morning. Quiet enough that I could talk for hours and he would just listen, but could still make me laugh with little remarks.

Since nobody else would talk to me, and I had far too much time on my hands, I would travel into my own little world in my head where he existed. I’d talk to him everyday, hang out with him for hours. Whether I was in class, the car, or laying in my bed staring at my ceiling, I’d dissociate into a world where someone truly, really cared about me.

This went on for years. No matter my problem, he’d always have a solution, no matter my opinion, he’d always listen. He was my knight in shining armor from bad dreams and boring moments.

Eventually, I put so much detail into him, it felt as if he was real.

I could practically reach out and touch his hair, know what it would feel like to run my fingers through his messy platinum hair. Pointing out every emotion in his blue eyes, from the joy that sparkled in them when I would tell him jokes that only he would understand, or when they clouded over with worry when I would come to him crying after a stressful day. The moments his angelic smile would let out his signature laugh that would ring in my ears for hours, and I could practically hear it in reality. Or the way I could cringe at him when he would act like an awkward dork, but his giggles made me grin, and I always put up with him. It’s almost as if I could smell the soft fresh laundry scent of him, feel his warm skin from sleep.

Sometimes, I could go months without thinking about the truth;

but sometimes, there were days it would hit me like a truck.

“You’re not real!” I’d cry. He’d be sitting on my bed with me. Reaching out his hand, I’d flinch away. “None of this is real Xavier! You’re not real, this world isn’t real. I’m stuck in this reality where everything is hell, and I have nothing.”

“Hey, I need you to breathe-” This would be one of those moments where I could read his eyes. They’re always so alive, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was all a dream I created in my mind. His electric eyes that would go dark with a whirl-wind of emotions. Sadness, worry, disappointment. It would always be like I could actually see him in front of me, and not like I would be staring at my ceiling sobbing in my bed;

Alone.

No matter what, I’d always forget reality again, and he always came crawling back. We’d pretend like none of it ever happened. Of course it worked, why wouldn’t it? I controlled everything. All of his moves, all of his words, every laugh that came out of his beautiful mouth. He was my puppet and this was my play, just an actor in this devastating work of theatre.

I’d find myself mentioning him without realizing.

“My brother nearly burned down the kitchen yesterday!” One of the girls in my classes had said, groaning and throwing her face in her hands.

I smiled, “I have a friend like that. His cooking skills are… well let's just say calling it ‘cooking’ might be a bit generous.”

They all wiggled their eyebrows, ‘Ooo,’ they’d say, ‘he? Come on, are you holding out on us!’ Laughter erupted around the table, and my cheeks flushed. My whole body lit up with embarrassment, turning red from head to toe.

That night I went home and threw myself into my room, locking my door and screaming at the top of my lungs. Choking out sobs, throwing whatever my frail, shaking hands could grab.

“He’s not real! He’s! Not! Real!” I chanted like a prayer, a prayer that he would just disappear from my mind and I could just be normal. I felt defeated; while my heart struggled, my mind was strained too. My whole world, my entire life revolved around a boy that didn’t exist.

After my breakdown and a shattering ego death, I came to the heart wrenching conclusion that it was time I got over all of this. I needed to grow up, focus on the life ahead of me. I was going to graduate highschool, I was going to go to school to achieve my dreams, I was chasing the life I always wanted.

All by myself.

I couldn’t live the rest of my life tucking myself away everytime life got hard, talking to someone that I made in my head.

I grieved him, mourning as if I had suffered the death of someone so close to me I couldn't bear to go on without him. Yet, with time, the wounds began to heal and the chronic, plaguing thoughts of him fleeted my head. I tucked him deep into a pocket of my mind I couldn’t access if I tried, just to keep myself safe from my own thoughts.

Thanks to all the attention I poured into my studies to distract myself from the emptiness of him being gone, I graduated with excellent grades and got into my first choice, the university of my dreams.

Walking down the campus sidewalk, I took a deep breath of the brand newness of everything. The cold fall air was putting hustle in everyone's strides on the first day of classes, and I mumbled a prayer that things would be different. Life would be different. Things wouldn’t be so lonely or empty anymore.

Trying to navigate my way around, someone bumped into me, almost knocking the both of us down.

They stumbled back, revealing a boy's shy smile, and a quiet chuckle that sounded like an angel's song you’d want to replay on repeat for the rest of your life; one I was all too familiar with.

“Oh, I should have looked where I was going, sorry-”

The boy trailed off and I couldn’t help but stare at him in awe.

The sparkling blue eyes, and his fluffy hair tousled around from the fall wind. The smile that could light a room, and a face that could melt thousands of hearts. He shone bright like a star. I thought if I breathed, or even blinked, he would disappear.

“Anyways, It’s my first day. Well, it’s everyone's first day, but it’s my first…first day. Does that make sense?” He frowned and his ears turned red, as met my eyes for the first time during the whole interaction.

I blinked, and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, as he didn’t disappear, “Uh, yeah. It’s my first-first day too.”

The boy laughed, his shyness fading. He could laugh a million times, and I’d keep saying things to keep it going. I never wanted it to stop, I wanted to hear it until the moment I took my last breath.

“Well since it’s both of our first-first day, I guess I’ll be seeing you around campus a lot…” he paused, waiting for my name.

I whispered it so quietly, like it was a curse to speak it out loud. I wasn’t even sure he’d heard me, yet he nodded and softly smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you then. I’m Xavier.”

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[manikas-whims]

Reasons I despise Shadow and Bone

• Inej Ghafa in the books was an SA survivor and a girl who despite all that she went through, held hope close to her chest. Book Inej was so scared of the menagerie, she couldn't walk past it without the fear of being recaptured. She finally moved on from this fear when she choked Heleen at the Ice Court, stole her diamond choker and ran, calling her silks feathers. And finally believing that she was free after facing her fear, her abuser head on. So seeing the show Inej casually walk into the menagerie as well as merely shrugging upon hearing of Heleen's death this season, was not just extremely ooc but disrespectful and had zero depth.

• Kaz Brekker's disability was basically neglected this entire season and his cane treated like an accessory. Not only that they butchered the entire Kaz-Nikolai meeting in CK. Kaz would've immediately recognized Nikolai, like that was such a downgrade. Not to mention Nikolai threatening Kaz (and Jesper). Kaz wouldn't be threatened. Instead he'd make negotiations with Nikolai on his terms. Oh and most importantly, his entire backstory was rushed and played off like it was nothing serious. That intensity of two innocent small-town boys being tricked by an adult with agency and power, I couldn't feel it as much as I felt reading the books.

• Jesper Fahey's backstory is very emotional and beautiful. The memories with his mother and his coversations later on with his father, all lead up to him slowly accepting his grisha side more and embracing it. Embracing being a zowa. The show speed-ran through it and well, it lost its depth.

More importantly none of the backstory material makes much sense and lacks so much depth because there was nothing that lead to that development. The books, whatever transpires in SoC is what leads to and triggers their individual character developments. So any backstories stuffed in the show made no sense.

• Nina Zenik's bisexuality is completely erased by the show. Its like netflix is allergic to sapphics 😭

• Now Kanej! We got so much Kanej content we should be happy right? I agree. The scenes did give me a momentary high because those are some of my favorite parts of the books and its a blessing to be able to see them adapted on screen. Except, none of those scenes made sense, especially since season 1 barely hinted about some chemistry between the two and then season suddenly escalated all that slow burn into significant moments badly stashed into the show plot. I mean ofc we got the chapel scene and all but.. The whole wound patching-up scene was a pivotal moment in their relationship and it was completely downplayed in the show. And then there was also Kaz getting mad at Inej freeing some children from slavers? Like ofcourse even book Kaz would be slightly miffed but he wouldn't outright reprimand Inej and tell her she's off the team due to it, but thats what show Kaz did. And then after everything that happens, the sudden drop of “how will you have me” and the “without armor” dialogue completely did dirty to that moment. Like ofc she says “gloves on, fully clothed, head turned away so our lips never meet”. But in the books, Inej utters those words because of all the secrecy and lack of effort for pursuing a proper relationship between them. The “no armor” Inej says is addressed towards wanting him to be more open about himself (since Kaz knows basically everything about her, from her full name to how she was captured and ended up in Ketterdam) but Inej knows nothing about him, not even if Kaz Brekker is his real name. But the show made the “no armor” dialogue so bad. Its made Inej look so shallow as if she is merely speaking in terms of her physical wants.

Ohh and I did mention this in another post but everybody fucking knowing about Kaz's backstory? Everyone but Inej? The only person he actually tells in the books. Him even telling the fraction of stuff he tells Inej spoke volumes about their bond and how he trusted her enough to reveal this truth about himself. Show Kaz's past is revealed to Nina and Jesper casually walking in and listening??? WTF was that? And no Inej in thaf moment. Call it nitpicking but it was WRONG.

• Wesper has been reduced to the token gay couple of the show. Their sweet first encounter has been completely eradicated and they're turned into this typical trope of people who had a one night stand and accidentally met again. Their romance is so sexualised in the show, as many tend to do with queer ships (which is extremely disgusting imo). More importantly, we'll most likely never see the “no, not just girls” in that possible spin-off 🙂

• Ketterdam: the show has given no proper insight on Ketterdam. I bet most of the show only people don't understand much about the city and the gangs. I wonder if many even know whats a Dime Lion. And Pekka randomly having the stadwatch in cahoots with him was so shitty writing?

And these are just a few that i can remember right now. Also i don't want this post to get too long.

–» If you're one of those sheep fans, don't comment shit like “creators already told us its different from the books, so you shouldn't be mad” 🤪 cause I'll definitely delete your comment.

If you are one of those, scroll past this post. Cause what do y'all even mean? People can't freely discuss or criticize a piece of media now? STFU!

[ceriseisland]

Who do you think is the most well written character in pokespe (consistent characterization, effective thematic throughline, etc)

I mean it's Ruby hands down. He's one of the only dexholders who actually has a want/need setup, let alone one who follows through on it. Most dexholders who do have a want/need get their arcs half-assed, like Crystal just telling Silver to share his life with people in HGSS. Most change arc dexholders also don't follow through with showing how their flaw hurts the people around them. Platina's "I lied and hurt you" speech is like a jumpscare because she spent five volumes lying to her friends without any negative impact, until suddenly we're told (not shown) that it's been a problem the whole time. When Ruby hurts someone, he hurts them. Relationships get ruined, people get hurt, and the impacts of his bad decisions have major effects on the plot. That's a well-written change arc. It's the same thing with creating immersion in a story: giving actions and plot beats real, lasting consequences is your fastest ticket to an engaging story. (Btw read creating character arcs by km weiland)

Ruby is solid thematically too, especially in RS. RS's main theme revolves around the idea that the past is a tangled mess that can fuck people up irredeemably, but love is still strong enough to save them. You see it in Ruby and Courtney and Wallace and Winona and even Norman. I could talk forever about this so I won't go into it here, but things like Ruby's relationship with Sapphire being about love transcending the way the past messed everything up, Feebas's loyalty, and Courtney's speech about how bad people do crazy things to protect the ones they love all leads into this, and I'm fully in the camp that the Celebi reveal isn't deus ex machina. Ruby realized that real beauty comes from love and not the shallowness his trauma led him to believe (among other things that happened in the climax I don't have time to write out) and his reward is turning back the clock. In a story about how the past messes people up so badly it can lead to the end of the world, I think the time diety gifting them with a second chance is a good resolution.

As for consistency Ruby's mostly good, though past RS it's less character arc-focused and more realistic about how fast a teenage boy can unlearn hardwired trauma responses. I know some people think he's ooc in the beginning of ORAS, but I don't think that's true. Another looming disaster scares him back into his old coping methods, and he lies to control Sapphire's (and his) reality while he searches for someone who will tell him the meteor isn't real. When he learns it's actually happening he has another breakdown that sloughs off the acting he armors himself in. Ruby is his truest self when the threat of annihilation hammers desperation and fear into him, and that hasn't changed since his first appearance

[son-of-pendragon]

@capuchinofoam​

Father and son.

[tf2-incorrect-quotes]

MY TF2 FURRY HEADCANONS 💥💥[LONG POST]

NOTE: PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT IN CANON THESE ARE A BUNCH OF GROWN MEN IN THE 60S AND NATURALLY THIS WILL HAVE SOME LEVEL OF OOC CONTENT. HOWEVER TRUST MY BEAUTIFUL MIND. I WILL GROW SOMETHING GOOD IN THIS GARDEN. THE DIFFERING COLORS ARE FOR LEGIBILITY AND NOT TO SHOW WHAT TEAM.

SOLDIER : soldier does not know what a furry is. he has a fursuit. he calls it his battle armor. its awful. it reeks. its handmade. possibly made using real fur. hes infamous at every con in the country. hes banned at the one in teufort. he uses his suit to blend in with the other con-attendees because he thinks they are actual, real anthropomorphic animals. he identifies heavily with his fursona and draws it frequently. PYRO : pyro SCOUT : hates them with a passion but if you ask him why he just says 'i dunno.. i just think its kinda weird'. probably out of some desperation for peer approval. but also at the same time itd be really funny if he just didnt care. pick your poison DEMO : demo is like "aye thats a wee bit odd" and then gets in an argument with scout about what his fursona would be because scout is like "with your halloween costumes i thought youd love being drawn as a hyena" (its a maned fox) and then he gives a long drunken (argument goes on for a long time) speech about why hed be . like. a cu-sith or something. ('those things aint even real' 'yes they fuckin are mate ive seen one with me own eye') . if he actually saw someone in a fursuit depending on sobriety and their sona he either wouldnt really care because people can have hobbies or he would start acting buddy buddy because he mistook it for the wulver HEAVY : heavy doesnt really care for that kinda stuff. doesnt see the point in wearing animal suits unless you are camoflaging among the bears in the siberian wilderness in order to get their meat without gaining the attention of the mother. pyro draws him a fursona once and hes like . mm. good. because bears are large and honorable creatures. SNIPER : sniper is a man who lives alone in a camper van whos job is sitting still all day. he would be a furry. see my vision boy. itd be some weird animal too like a reptile or something. he wouldnt be loud and proud about it. he dreams scout finds out in the way a bully finds out about the protagonists dark secret in a high school drama movie and then tells everyone else and then they kill him with hammers and he wakes up in a cold sweat. ENGINEER : engie doesnt bash it because hes glad folks have their hobbies and he can admire the creative skill and ability of the community. pyro draws him as a beaver sometimes (non anthropomorphic, just a beaver with a hardhat, goggles and overalls) and he doesnt mind and it starts becoming his favourite animal because of that. i dont think he'd ever really directly identify with the community though. probably calls them 'furbies' from time to time because he forgets the word. SPY : spy thinks theyre all degenerate freaks and is happy to loudly claim this. he has several incredibly expensive suits and attends cons frequently. hes been here for years. he tries to sneak around it and deny anything to do with them but the team Knows. they all know. MEDIC : i honestly didnt know for him. other mod suggested he has an awful flesh homunculus fursuit that lives and breathes on its own. you crawl inside and its sticky and wet and warm and pulses. doesnt even have anything to do with the subculture.

[bluesylveon2]

Can I request number 6 with Azul ashengrotto? :3

Hi!!! I meant to post this earlier but my summer class started and I've been busy 😭. Fun fact: past fics with "I Won't Say I'm in Love" had people telling the TWST boy or Yuu that they are in love. Who did I use for Azul? It would have been the Tweels but it is actually Azul himself! 😂 I hope that you enjoy, anon!

Notes: Yuu is bold, mentions events in Book 3, 4, and 6, and Azul having an internal crisis

Word Count: 1011

Warnings: possible ooc characters (I feel like Azul is) and not beta read.

Azul did not like the Ramshackle Prefect. Not in a romantic sense. Why would he? It's not like she stayed in his head rent-free for the past few days. No, he was thinking about how to get her to work for him for free.  

He was not jealous that, according to ADeuce, the Prefect was spending time with Prince Rielle from RSA. How did they meet? Azul will never know, but one thing has been bothering him. SHE decided to have their date in town rather than in his perfectly established restaurant that was only a short walk away!

Azul set his pen down after signing the last contract of the day and stared at the ceiling. He recalled the first time he saw the Prefect during the entrance ceremony and how her cat monster set the room on fire. He did not care much about her then since his focus was on this year's profits. 

His indifference changed when he wanted her dorm as a branch of his restaurant. Did he leave her homeless? Yes, but within good reason. He no longer wanted that embarrassing photo of himself hanging around the Atlantica Memorial Museum. How did she get so popular to get close to Leona, of all people? If only she and her band of Savanaclaw members did not get in his way. Azul's hand clenched into a fist at the thought of the pesky lion disintegrating his hard work. This was the only time he truly disliked the Prefect.

Of course, that backfired back on her when she got trapped in Scarabia by Jamil. Azul could not hide his smug look when she pleaded with him for help. He, being benevolent, acted like her knight in shining armor to save her (read: it was Jade and Floyd that did all the work) as the damsel in distress. 

Azul hummed in thought when he realized something. The Prefect was less of a damsel and more like a knight after she broke into the Isle of Woe to save him and the rest of the overblot guys. 

It was only after the whole fiasco that Azul slightly liked the Prefect.

Did he get any romantic feelings during the process? No, he did not.

Why should he, anyway?

She was nothing more than a magicless human. A reckless one, in fact. 

If anything, she should be the one to develop feelings for him. 

Azul knew multiple ways to charm the girl. He would start by treating her to deals in Mostro Lounge. Then, he would do different favors for her, like give her a study guide or serenade her with his lovely voice. Finally, he would be the one to save her from different incidents (orchestrated by the Leech twins); she would fall in his arms and for his charms. 

She would fall for him so much that she would be at his door on her knees, begging to be his girlfriend. And Azul, being oh so benevolent, will agree.

Azul smirked. There was no way she could not resist him. 

"You're amazing as it is, even without stealing anyone else's powers," Yuu's voice called out in Azul's mind. 

Ba dump

"What the?" Azul clenched his chest. He could feel his heartbeat increase under his fingers. Why were the Prefect's words coming back to him?

"Your incredible diligence is so rare, it left the headmage at a loss," her voice continued to sing to him.

Ba dump

It has been months since their interaction at the museum, where Yuu had uttered those words to him, leaving him at a loss. Azul was touched by them, but he had put it back in his mind after the trip. Now they suddenly emerge and haunt him while he thinks about the Prefect.

Wait.

The Prefect. 

Azul suddenly sat up and ran his hands through his wavy hair. Why did he care about the Prefect being on a date? Why was he setting up a scheme to have her begging to be with him? Why are her words echoing in his mind like a mermaid's song?

Azul's eyes widen in realization. A long time ago, when he was still a crybaby octopus, his mom told him a story about how a mermaid princess sang to a prince after she saved him. The princess had to leave before the prince gained consciousness, and he made it his mission to find her. The princess's voice was so beautiful that the prince would play his flute at night using the same tune in hopes of finding her because he loved her. 

He was like the prince in the story. 

He loved Yuu. 

Azul took deep breaths to calm his wild heartbeat and wiped his sweaty palm on a handkerchief. He might have realized it now, but he won't say it out loud. No, he would continue his plan once Yuu returned from her date. The male leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. He had to remain with his suave nature around her. 

The room was quiet as Azul was deep in his thoughts.

CRASH

Azul immediately stood up, "What the?" his eyes landed on the door wide open. Yuu stood in the doorway with the Leech twins smirking evilly from behind. Only a few seconds passed, and Yuu was now standing before Azul. She grabbed his hand and proceeded to drag him out of his office-

Wait a minute.

"What are you doing?" Azul sputtered out, his face now red.

"We are going on a date! You and me."

"But I thought you were supposed to be with Rielle?"

Yuu shook her head, "He was just showing me around, and we're only friends. Besides, I'm only interested in octopi anyway."

Azul's mouth opened in shock, "How did you? When did you?"

"The twins told me. Now hurry up before the shops in town close!" She dragged the poor housewarden through the doors and out of Mostro Lounge. 

Meanwhile, the Leech twins could not hide their laughter. 

"Have fun, you two."

"Don't hurt Shrimpy now!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[son-of-pendragon]

((As it’s now December 21st (and the Winter Solstice), it’s Mordred’s birthday. Please feel free to bother celebrate with him.))

[westeroslive]

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࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         florence pugh,  26,  cis woman,  she + her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  MAELYS  of  house  CELTIGAR,  the  LADY  of  CLAW ISLE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  INGENIOUS  and  ENIGMATIC  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in the arts, sciences & swordplay if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  at  least  a dilution of ancient ichor and wyvern blood distilled - the last of old valyria runs your veins, a dash of sea salt and poison to flavor - you were raised to have claws,  intricate detail scribbled across pages in a plethora of languages - the pursuit of knowledge is your path to your power.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS .          (  ooc  :  eden,  29,  she/her,  est  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         keith  powers,  32,  cis  man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ROMAN  of  house  BRAX,  the  LORD  of  HORNVALE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  STRONG  WILLED  and  OBSTINATE  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  swordsmanship.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  shining  silver  armor  now  dull  and  chipped  ,  you  are  not  a  boy  anymore  ;  a  hound's  jaws  open  wide  ,  all  gums  and  sharp  pearly  whites  ;  is  the  ideal  form  a  weapon  or  a  shield?  which  one  are  you?  ;  the  destructive  force  of  ares  versus  mars  securing  peace  ⸻  one  cannot  exist  without  the  other.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE  BRAX.          (  ooc  :  snooki  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         jessica green,  29,  cis woman,  she + her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ELOWYN  of  house  HARLAW,  the  LADY  of  TEN  TOWERS.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  ADROIT  and  UNYIELDING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  seafaring  and  swordplay.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  eyes  of  such  blue  they  rival  the  sea  that  lives  in  ones  veins  -   the  beauty  of  the  storm  they  hold  whispered  across  the  winds  of  the  merciless  deep  ;  the  scent  of  salt  and  brine  lingering  in  wind  torn  tendrils  of  darkest  night  ;  silken  skin  of  a  thigh  imprinted  with  that  of  a  dagger  -  blade  kept  sharp  and  always  at  the  ready.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  HARLAWS.          (  ooc  :  nakita,  29,  she + her,  mst  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         arséma thomas,  28,  cis woman,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  EUDORA  of  house  BRAX,  the  LADY  of  HORNVALE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PERCEPTIVE  and  HEADSTRONG  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  reading, science and herbalism.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  ink stained palms, the stifling feeling of being the only one in the room out of the loop, the overwhelming sense of enthusiasm of a theory becoming reality.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE BRAX.          (  ooc  :  o., 29, she/they, gmt+1  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         dev patel,  35,  cis man,  he + him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  DRAZENKO  of  house  MORAQOS,  the  PRINCE ADMIRAL  of  MYR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  SAVVY  and  A BRAGGART  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  the finer things in life.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  gemstones flashing as you speak with your hands more than the eclipsed words which fall from your mouth ; aromatic sandalwood and myrrh as impermeable shield surrounding your person ; dark lock of hair slanted boyish against a forehead which bears the stress and tension of a man, aware of how far a fall may await.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE MORAQOS.          (  ooc  :  nikki  )

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         jesse williams,  38,  cis man,  he / him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ANDAR  of  house  ROYCE,  the  LORD  of  the GATES OF THE MOON.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PROTECTIVE  and  ARROGANT  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  hunting and swordsmanship.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  tales of the second best attempting to prove their worth, formed bonds becoming greater than familial, anxious feeling of hurry where there is no rush.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with THE VALE.

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         andrew  koji,  thirty-three,  cis  man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  DAIRO  of  house  ROWAN,  the  LORD  HEIR  of  GOLDENGROVE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  INDUSTRIOUS  and  DOMINEERING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  carpentry.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  always  striving  to  be  better  than  those  who  surround  you,  unwilling  to  be  easily  swayed;  a  splinter  digging  deeper  under  your  nail  —  a  never-ending  pressure  and  a  relentless  reminder;  watching  your  father  leave  over  and  over  until  you've  memorized  how  he  walks  away;  wooden  scenery  of  dragons  among  golden  trees  hacked  to  pieces.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  UNCERTAIN.   (  r.  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         simone ashley,  31,  demi woman,  she / her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ANIKA of  house  MORAQOS,  the  LIEGE  of  MYR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  STEADFAST  and  PUGNACIOUS  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  knives.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  sweet face disguising the snake underneath, every move for the benefit of her family above all, sugary sweetness that turns to poison on the tongue.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  ESSOS.          (  ooc  :  lex,  25,  she/her,  est  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         scott eastwood,  32,  cis man,  he / him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  JORAH  of  house  MALLISTER,  the  HEIR  of  SEAGARD.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  DECISIVE  and  VINDICTIVE  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  poetry.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  steel on steel hitting around the training yard, hidden beast laying in wait, boyish dimpled grins that disguise real thoughts.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE MALLISTERS.  (  ooc  :  lex  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         savannah lee smith,  27,  demi woman,  she / they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ASHARA  of  house  DAYNE,  the  LADY  of  HIGH HERMITAGE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PERSISTANT  and  UNYIELDING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  poisons.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a way forged by your own whims and fancy, delight in the surprise of your prowess, unbent will to your own detriment.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  DORNE.  (  ooc  :  lex  ) 

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         margot robbie,  33,  cis woman,  she / her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  TYSHA  of  house  HIGHTOWER NEE LANNISTER (lannisport),  the  RULING LADY of  OLDTOWN whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  GUILELESS  and  UNCONVENTIONAL  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  gossip.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  excessive jewelry and bright expensive gowns, a duty for family now fulfilled, holding tight to nothing as with nothing you can't be hurt.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS.          (  ooc  :  stephy )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         daniel  sharman,  31,  demi  man,  he  /  they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  SEBASTIAN  of  house  GRAFTON,  the  LORD  of  GULLTOWN.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CHARMING  and  IMPETUOUS  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  gambling  and  sword  fighting.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a  boyish  grin  and  laughter  echoing  through  the  halls  ,  carrying  a  warmth  that  not  even  the  strongest  chill  could  diminish  ;  the  warning  of  icarus  falls  on  deaf  ears  as  wings  carrying  you  higher  and  higher  into  the  skies  -  how  glorious  it  is  to  fly  ,  to  feel  the  sun's  glory  for  as  long  as  possible  ;  more  gold  fills  your  pockets  than  before,  a  change  so  gradual  that  you  spare  not  a  single  thought  of  its  cause  ;    aspiring  to  be   like  the  heroes  from  stories  no  matter  if  you  stumble  -  maybe  one  day  songs  will  be  written  about  you.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE  GRAFTON  /  THE  VALE.          (  ooc  :  alex  )

[son-of-pendragon]

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[sinnohan-marshmallow]

💜 Intro Post 💜

Hiya~ I'm Cici! I'm 27 and was born and raised in Canalave City in Sinnoh. I started my career as a Trainer a bit later than most, but I've still accomplished a lot and been to all kinds of places away from home! Right now I'm taking my time in Paldea. I came mostly to take a break from battles and do some independent research, but I suppose I've been squeezing in a little training here and there too~

This blog isn't anything fancy or organized - kinda just a journal, really. I can't promise I'll update consistently, since life likes to keep me busy, but I'll still put anything I find interesting or fun while I travel~

Feel free to interact! I'm awkward as heck in person but I still love sharing stuff with other Trainers! ^.^

Although I've had help from lots of different Pokémon throughout my travels and battles, there's one particular team I always have at the ready! Here's a quick glance at them~

Ivori ♂ - The ace of my team, and the one who's been here the longest. Several years ago I took him in as a lone Pawniard, left behind by his pack, and ever since then he's been my fiercely loyal and protective knight in bladed armor. He loves battling, and he's also a complete sucker for double chocolate Poké Puffs. 👀

Hawlucha ♂ - A very sweet but painfully shy boy. He doesn't like fighting or showing off much, but he can absolutely hold his own in battle when he needs to! He loves soft things, and he can mostly be found attaching himself to me like a living, breathing, fluffy leg weight.

Beetlejuice ♂ - The Dad Friend™ of my team. Very laid back and personable, and loves the team like family. He rarely plays pranks unless it's necessary to keep someone in line and out of trouble. To this day I still have no idea where he came from and no memory of catching him.

Phantump ♀ - A softspoken little gal that I found sleeping at the foot of my bed one morning - strangely enough, after I had a dream about a Phantump the night before. She's never shown an interest in evolving, but she's still very clever in battle! She's never without her doll and won't let anyone touch it but me or Beetlejuice.

Politoed ♀ ✨ - A certified goofball with a pranking streak, and the one Beetlejuice has to scold the most. She's a bubbly gal and not at all malicious, just gets a little carried away in the fun sometimes. Also the biggest eater of the team - sweet Arceus, can she put away a meal.

Bijou ♂ - A skittery, jittery, jumpy little dude that I literally found in my garbage one night. He's sweet as a button but might die horribly if I'm not in his line of sight for more than 5 minutes. His diet consists of anything that's shiny, even if it's trash. Miraculously, all the nurses I've taken him to say he's in perfect health despite this.

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OOC: This blog will sometimes stray from canon! Sometimes I'll use Game Logic (levels, stats, natures etc) and sometimes I'll use Anime Logic (knowing more than 4 moves, The Power Of Friendship™ prevailing in battle, etc), depending on what the post/context requires. I'll also be using a lot of my own headcanons, too, so just a heads up~ Thanks for reading the whole thing!

[freakadr0id]

Oh my GOD, I just realized why Donnie acts so weird in Man vs. Sewer. I always thought his behavior was odd in that episode, particularly in his nonchalance towards finding and saving Raph - but I had the most random thought occur to me during work that TOTALLY explains it. I'm sure some people have probably pointed this stuff out already, but I wanted to put this out there anyway.

The episode 'Man-vs-Sewer' is a personal favorite of mine. I love the episodes where the boys are just goofing off, and this episode is that plus some. We see get to see the boys having fun for a bit at the start of the episode, but it also adds a bit more depth to some of the turtles. We see a really surprising side to Raph's character with his fear of being alone, and Leo gets to shine a bit as a leader and hint at his true potential.

However, I was always a bit puzzled by the way Donnie and Mikey were written in this episode. As a rule, Rise is pretty good about keeping its characters, well, in character, so their behavior struck me as kind of strange, particularly Donnie's.

If there is one thing Rise NAILS about Donnie's character is showing that despite struggling with emotions and empathy, he is still NOT AN ASSHOLE. Donnie genuinely and deeply loves his family - he just has a hard time expressing it externally.

'Man-vs-Sewer' kind of stood out to me as an exception to that, however. At this point, Donnie's care for his brothers is an undisputed fact, so why does he seem so unconcerned about finding Raph after being separated? Even for Donnie, this seems like an ooc level of indifference towards the well-being of his brother (at least that's how I saw it).

Except, it isn't. In fact, this episode only reinforces that Donnie does care for his family, it's just a *bit* harder to see here.

One thing many neurodivergent people struggle with is a sudden change in plans. When they expect to do something that day it can be very difficult for some neurodivergent people to deal with it emotionally and can lead to immense frustration or even shutdowns. Since Donnie is confirmed to be, at the very least, autistic coded, this would absolutely apply to him as well.

The turtles planned to have a nice, relaxing day floating along New York's sewers and enjoying a small break from all the stress of finding the Dark Armor. No fighting, no mystic metal, no foot clan. Just a calm day of fun without a care in the world - only for it to be ruined by a bad pass and a lost brother.

I know if my plans were ruined like that, I would be in an absolutely FOUL mood. It can be hard to transition into a different mindset when the expectations for the day change like that, and it can make anyone frustrated, but Donnie doesn't appear to be that way. In fact, he's acting extremely casual.

Even though everything he was going to do today was upended and his brother is now missing in the New York sewers, why does Donnie seem so unconcerned about the whole situation?

Answer: It's a coping mechanism.

It would be very easy for him to be a bit more annoyed and frustrated at the whole situation (I definitely would be), but he isn't. Instead, he avoids getting overwhelmed and emotional by continuing through the day as if nothing has really changed.

The whole time they are finding Raph, Donnie behaves as if they are still on a peaceful, carefree mini-vacation. He makes snide jokes and jabs toward Leo, enjoys the drinks he brought in his shell, and constantly reminds the others that it is his "day off." If he can act as though he's still relaxing, it becomes easier to adjust to unexpected alterations in his day. This isn't Donnie being willfully inconsiderate towards Raph being lost and alone, this is just him trying to manage with the sudden changes the best he can in that moment.

If Donnie really was an uncaring asshole (as some may be inclined to believe given his apparent lack of empathy), he simply would have resumed their original plans, or been more vocally resistant to going after Raph. Instead, he joins his brothers in their search, and although he may not provide the best input for finding Raph because of his coping method (his brain is in "day off" mode which is why he keeps missing clues about Raph), he is still making an effort.

In a way, the episode which I thought portrayed a slightly out-of-character version of Donnie actually provides yet another example of how Donnie really loves his brothers, despite how it may seem on the surface.

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(Actually, depending on the way you interpret his character, the same can be said for Mikey in this episode as well. Mikey is always a bit of a goofball in the show but in this episode, it is dialed up to 11. He also doesn't seem to much care or effort into finding Raph and acts like a child who managed to snag one of their parents' energy drinks. If we consider that maybe he is also struggling to adapt to the changes of the day, this could be him adopting a similar coping method to Donnie, it is just amplified because of his hyperactive behavior and personality.)

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Hiii! I’d like to place an order ^^

Reader: Geisha

Guest: Pantalone and Capitano

Service: flower set

Additional: ‘Lovelorn’ Set and Dessert!

I think I did this right? If I didn’t pls tell me!! <3

"All I want is to be loved"

Order received!

Tags: explicit content (R18+), Minors do not interact, Capitano is a big boy, unrealistic fucking, Dacryphilia (? reader does cry but not for a bad reason), corruption (virginity), Blowjob (First time), degrading (slightly), pet names, hand holding, they're not completely nude, bad smut, hair pulling, yandere, murder (implied), blackmail (implied), cheating-ish(?), Hints of crack. Size kink, Dub-con. OOC (both Capitano and Pantalone{probably, most likely}) ,Booze, Cannibalism (implied), did not edit/proof read, using odd pov thing so not much murder happen on screen.

“The cost of preparedness will be measured in gold, soon, in blood.” -Scribe

tag: @mellowwillowy , @eliciana , @youyue

Looking around you spotted an armored person staring distantly at their meal, at least that’s what you think. "Dear, guest. Is there something wrong with the meal?" You sat next to them, looking up. Not even with the lights could let you peer inside of that hallowed helm.

" No. " He immediately answered. You tilted your head a bit. Looking around, people already started to chat.

" Allow me, dear sir." You got your chopsticks, skillfully picking up a piece of his meal and tried to feed him.

He leans backward avoiding the piece of meat being brought up. “ What are you doing?” doesn’t sound offended nor did he seem to be miffed by it, in fact he sounded curious to why you’d do this without hesitation.

“Is it not obvious? A meal is best served warm and with the companionship of who you can trust.” You gave him your best gentle smile, and kept the food in the chopstick’s grip. "Will you allow me, dear sir?"

Not a single word out from his mouth, but moved closer that a portion of the chopsticks along with the food looked like it was cut off by the veil of darkness, feeling him taking the food from you, continuing to feed him with a smile. Unaware of the jealous glances being thrown your way from across the room.

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Few weeks later

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“Greetings, Lord Harbinger.” You did your greetings before closing the door after you. It didn’t take you too long to recognize the wealthy man from the party when you were trying to see if anyone needed help.

The man wearing bifocals only smiled at you. “Good late afternoon, miss.”

“Thank you for requesting me at a time like this, how was your day, or even your trip here?” You sat next to him. One thing’s for sure, you aren’t smiling at him like you would at Capitano when you fed him. This is your first visit as an official Geisha, you have made up your mind to devote your whole life to this occupation.

“Terribly so, darling. Say, aren’t you that girl at the party?” He acts like it is a very shocking news to him.

“If you mean the one at the pavilion a couple of months ago, yes. You’re correct, dear sir.”

“I have to say, you’re quite the spectacle. That moonglow highlighting your features along with the kind and lovely footsteps.” You merely gave a rather faint smile, tilting your head to the side.

“You flatter me, dear Regrator. Would you like to indulge in having tea?” You offered, knowing full well of yourself, cutting some of the prices down a bit so you could have a requester.

He thinks for a moment, “That would be lovely.” And so the silent but well needed moment is needed for Pantalone to enjoy the scene before him. A traditional drink was served to him as he stared in silence at the ‘emotionless’ expression of the young entertainer with such skill and precision. The taste of the bitter yet heartwarming beverage soothes his nerves, all the while you recite poetry from memory. With how slow business is for you, the only thing you’re looking forward to is the rather frequent visitation of the wealthy harbinger. In fact, he's the only one requesting you as of now. Always accompanied with frivolous gifts to bestow upon you, his favorite time to request of you is during night or if he's feeling a little bit confident during dusk.

“Sir, you didn’t have to.”

“Oh, but I insist, my dear.”

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One day, on a late afternoon

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“I’ll go now!” It had been at least half a year since you and the 9th harbinger had gotten to know each other on the surface. He had gained some trust from Lady Fuuka, oftentimes he’d request you to meet him at a far place with only an address on the paper and a disguised Fatui guard as a guide. He says he loved to escort you personally, though it would attract too much attention. So he had assigned a guard to escort you. But this time you nearly tumbled out of the tea house bumping into someone they caught you in time before you could touch the ground. “Oh, my apologies!” you said looking at a tall black figure in armor, head tilted up to see familiar appearance. “ It’s you…” a smile graced your lips.

“You’re that odd girl with that white makeup, right?” He had asked, as if trying to convince himself that it is you. Replying with a nod and a smile, “Indeed it is me, dear sir.” Looking at your figure, and all he could think of was how beautiful you looked in a more foreign look.

Lovely is insufficient enough to describe what you look like right now. The garb of love is with how the dress you donned fit just right to drape down. If this were any other season, it would be rather chilly. Those ruby lips, longing eyes, one could just tug and unwrap this beauty of a prize.

You noticed him staring and tried to break the ice. “Do I look okay?” With a smile, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to practice adapting to more closed clients. (if you have any.)

He took a step back,“Pardon me.” Faked a cough and took a step back. “Why are you dressed like this?”

Choose your words carefully. You replied, “My Matron told me I would look better in this, but I can’t run in this.” Letting a bit of a white lie escape your mouth, you couldn’t expose a client’s details yet he requested you to go outside in this gaudy apparel. Arms behind your back. “I’m sorry but I’m a tad in a hurry.”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, to this address.” You showed the piece of paper, but he suddenly took it.

“Let’s go.”

"I guess so." You tried to follow him.

The road ahead is a bit long, honestly you’d think the place would be closer or at least you should have rented a place there a day earlier so you could have an easier time to prepare and arrive on time.

“So, what is it like in Snezhnaya?” You decided to break the ice. Looking behind you, is the armored man’s helmet facing you already. Feeling his heated gaze that didn’t leave your body.

“It’s cold, not that you’ll survive there.” He responded coldly. Decisive steps stop and fully turn to him. “But if someone there has the sun’s smile, I think it’s worth it, right?” Raising your hand to give him a simple high-five. Nothing, he just stares at your hand for a few moments. You decided to let that one slide, thinking you’ve read the air wrong. Place your hand down and continue walking.

Soon the road is blocked by debris and mud from the rain last night. “Pardon me, if you would…” he scooped you up in his arms, walking down the path. He was more than thankful for the mask-helm that voided his expressions. Letting you down once the road is a bit more clear.

“Did you used to moonlight as a bodyguard?” You praised and teased him a bit, giving yet another smile, raising both of your hands offering a high-five to break the ice again… He didn’t respond to that and just stared once more. By this point you understand he has to maintain an image, like you. “It’s alright, maybe next time.” Putting your hands behind your back before walking away to your destination. The possessed black armor was about to call out to you to say something, though he holds his tongue and just silently follows you.

You entered the locale that you and Pantalone had promised to meet up at, the liveliness sets the moon. Little bells made their saccharine toll to call their potential buyers, “This is a lovely place isn’t it-?” Bumping into someone and by instinct you apologize profusely.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the little minx from afar…” You’d recognize that voice. Looking up, you saw a woman with golden tassels that twist and turn, jaded eyes focused solely on you. Cassilda, the woman that Kazuo left you for. Even though it has been quite some time since his scandal, you tried your best to not think about it.

You could hear them, the liyue-like whispers surrounding you and her gossipping in hiss like manner. “Haha! He did, what?” tittered an observant at your misfortune. “He’s a fool, sending and compiling love letters to his other girl he’s seeing,” giggled one. “That’s not a fool, that’s the entire circus!”

A cold hand touched your shoulder. “We should leave, it’s no use being gawked at.” He didn’t seem rattled by the many stares, though any longer might bring dishonor to Madam Wong. “Indeed, let us go, dear sir.” You tried to follow but the blonde woman spoke.

“With an attitude like that, it is no wonder he gave you such a wide berth. I’m not sure what your Matron sees in you.” Even with your emotionless facade, those words tore a tiny yet significant hole in your frail heart.

“To confuse yourself with me, I can’t fathom how wretched your life must be. Please, let us be going, dear sir.” You started to walk, hands on the front. Eyes stare at the road to avoid any more eye contacts. The disquieting air surrounding the harbinger followed suit, not wanting to see more of the pitiful woman.

“You … you !”

Once entered the establishment, you let out a vexing puff of air. “I’m sorry you had to see that, dear sir. But you should go now, I do not want to tarnish your reputation any further.”

“I do not mind, but people should start minding their own business… Is it possible to talk to you again?” He shook his head.

“Dear sir, I am a lost cause. I might not be worth your time.”

“I know the eyes of a go-getter, you can’t fool me.”

“Well today’s a special day for my client, with this occupation, I have to give it my all.” You smiled.

“What time are you usually available?” He asked suddenly, looking up at him thinking he’s just trying to make you feel better.

“If you want to know, my time depends on who reserves my time first but-.” He didn’t give you a chance to finish your words but he’s gone. “Can you at least let me finish?” Sighing to yourself before leaving to meet up with Pantalone.

“Pardon my tardiness, I’ve met with an unexpected inconvenience.” Bowing to him deeply after entering the room. There on the chair at the end of the long table is a bored looking man.

“No need, after all. You’re here is what matters.” Replying with a disquiet smile, you could tell he was slightly displeased that you were late.

“Still Lord Pantalone, how about I make it up to you by making some Temaki?” You offered a service to him. He seemed interested with that twinkle in his eye.

“Maybe at our next meeting.” The man with the fox smile said. “But how about that little dance I promised you, may I?” Standing up, and got closer to you, offering his hand.

“How could I refuse?” With that reply, it only strengthened his ego. Giving a little chortle to your response.

Not being familiar with ballroom dances, he forgave you for stepping on his feet a couple of times, he found it quite wholesome of you flustered to apologize. His hand on your cheek only made it worse as his thumb brushes on your rosy lips. Tempted to take your kiss, but he understands that this whole thing they’re doing is not traditionally allowed. He had to bid for you to come to him. A rather long waiting game for him, though it would be well worth the wait so long as he kept you in the shadows and caged you in, He’ll make sure of it.

~ Capitano (brief).~

“Lost in love, but not lost if not in love.

Flowers bloom but not for love.

Celestia had allowed us to have two hands, for the ladies.”

Capitano’s thankful for his mask to hide what his facial expression is for when he reads the poem that accompanied the letters meant for your ‘close friend’s ‘ scandal. After his encounter with you, he had a few agents gather some information about this Kazuo person. A merchant who manages to hit a big one, one lucky day.

“Sir, we managed to ask the tea house to book you a room next week at dusk!” Announced the messenger agent. “We even delivered some of your ‘leftovers’ to the target. We have yet to know of their reaction.” one added.

“Excellent work.” He praised them. “You both are dismissed for now.” Now with a schedule, he now has a deadline to complete before seeing the beautiful dame.

“Thank you, Lord Harbinger Capitano!” They saluted and went off, but not before their hands met each other making a sound despite the gloves they wore then they left. At this time, He realized something…

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~Back to you~

It was next week, it was raining at the time and you thought Pantalone wasn’t going to visit at a time like this but to your surprise someone booked you, so of course you assumed it to be Pantalone, your sole requester. You make haste to make some Temari-sushi, even though it's a low class meal, Pantalone didn’t seem to mind.

So here you are, sitting next to the gigantic suit of armor that helped you the week before. “It’s nice meeting you again, dear sir.” Give your best smile to him.

In return, he nods. “Indeed, what do you have there on your lap?” pointing at the clothed bento box that you prepared for Pantalone.

“Ah, well, I just so happened to be making some snacks and thinking of sharing it with my client.” That is true, and you didn’t expose your original plan with Pantalone. “Do you want some?” Offering some of your meal to him, though you may not have that much knowledge on cooking, Temari sushi has been your most successful attempt in the kitchen.

Opening the bento up and it revealed the colorful little spheres of snacks. “Here, enjoy yourself.” putting the box on the shared table in front of him… He just stared at it like at the party. “Do you not know how to eat it?”

There was a pause between your question and his answer,“I do know how to eat.”

“Of course, of course, my apologies, you first.”

You ended up helping him with Inazuman eating ‘etiquette’ or just let him eat the Temari sushi by hand. “See it isn’t so bad to ask for help.” As much as it is embarrassing it is for him, he actually enjoyed the moment you two shared together. It is too bad he only rented your time until early evening. So you both had to say farewell to each other with a promise to see each other again soon.

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It had been an odd quarter, most of the time you kept seeing Capitano in Pantalone’s usual hours by now, not that you could complain. Though the very next day would have Pantalone trying to make the best out of it like bringing you outside or even bedazzling you in jewelry and bolts of golden silk for you to wear daily, even at work. He even tried to ask you who was requesting you and kept your word to not leak any client’s information.

Pantalone kept wondering, who the ever living abyss would even manage to take his favorite hour to be with you? He had bribed the front man to not let anyone reserve you at a specific hour and days, yet still someone took a liking to you! Just as the miffed, bifocal man exits the tea house, he meets with a familiar figure. His co-worker, "ah, Capitano. Fancy meeting you here." A thin exasperated smile carved on his pale face under the guise of a friendly greeting.

"Same applies with you." Both may not have their eyes shown but the air of malaise silence is evident that both would strangle each other’s throats, if it weren’t for the other being too tall, " If you're going to bribe me with mora, forget about it." Capitano adds.

The Regrator laughed it off, “Oh I wasn’t thinking of it, peacock.” he insulted him. It didn’t affect him, instead the armor wearing man replied with, “I wasn’t aware that my armor is a mirror to you.” He mirrored your words when you offended that woman. Pantalone was about to throw more slurs at the general but was stopped when a Fatui agent arrived saying that the affluent man had business somewhere else. Thus letting Capitano have your special time with him.

And so, the tug of war for your affection has begun. With Pantalone trying to win you over with dozens and dozens of exotic items as a sign of his fancy to you with each visit. While Capitano spills tall tales of his journey around Teyvat as the Tsaritsa’s general, he greatly enjoys that you listen with keen interest to his carefully woven stories of a foolish woman that dared to steal away a poor maiden’s sole thing she had in her life. He finds it interesting that you gave your opinions that the cruel woman should be punished, when he asked what the punishment should be. Your answer would literally be anything but not gruesome. It’s alright, he can work around it.

Though, there seems to be a truce between the two or so you thought. Capitano and Pantalone booked you at the same time, with them a bottle of fire-water booze. A strong drink could probably make that annoying oni pass out from a cup of it.

Both seem to want to have a party with you, but is it really a party if it's just you three? You didn’t mind as you and Capitano played Konpira-fune fune. “What’s wrong?” after the round finished and downed a tall glass of fire-water. They had prepared a shot glass just for you.

“Nothing, just a little uneasy, no need to concern yourself with, dear sir.” You yawned a bit behind your sleeve.

“Are you sure?” giving him a nod, so you and him could keep playing. Capitano had the most drinks, while Pantalone went out to get more refreshments but he insisted that you should stay and rest for a bit.

With that thought in your mind, you couldn’t focus on the game that you tapped the cloth by accident. Dread sets in once your eyes meet with the image of the large man pouring you liquor to your shot glass.

“I know you’re supposed to look professional but, it’s just us here.” with the shot glass in one hand, he raised his other hand in a high-five gesture. Just like he practiced, but he didn’t expect you to giggle.

“You really didn’t have you, Dear Capitano.” Yes, what’s wrong with you for overthinking the situation. Your petite hand touched his, it didn’t make any sound but it made you smile. Then it was your turn to drink, you were avoiding the alcoholic beverage as your tolerance might not be high enough to stay sober.

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Flushed face, whines tumbled out of your mouth as you straddle Capitano, intimidated by the size that pressed against your body. Under you is a half nude, well-built military man." I don't think it would fit.. " Wiggling your hips, teasing him.

"Take a deep breath, I'm here…" Capitano says holding both of your hands to help you steady yourself. He finds it adorable, this is one of the scenarios he had daydreamed about. One that kept him up all night for,

"C-capitano…!" It's only the tip that entered your 'petite' cunt, you groaned when someone pulled on your hair making your cheek press onto something hard. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you feel capitano poke through a thin wall of flesh.

“You aren’t forgetting someone aren’t you?” You hazily looked up at Pantalone who kept rubbing his hard on all over your face.

Capitano was getting a little too impatient with your pace so he thrusted upward for his hips to meet yours. " Mm! " You squealed but were soon silenced by Pantalone shoving his shaft down your mouth, you were careful to not bite him since his grip on your hair didn’t cease.

"Archons… She's too adorable for her own good." He hissed as he started to ram into your throat more, nearly making you gag. But most importantly squeezing the man under you that he placed his hands on your hips to relieve himself, feeling the fleshy walls pulsate while he’s staring at your lewd expressions for the bifocal man.

The more it went on, your thighs began to twitch as Capitano kept abusing your hole so deep that you thought he might just break you if he wasn't careful. Meanwhile Pantalone is squeezing your throat lightly, the shaft going down and blocking your airway makes you dizzy with excitement.

Toes began to curl up, not before long the long haired man began to rub his thumb on your clit. Causing you to make muffled moans on the cock that’s face-fucking you right now. Eyes going crossed as tears began to shed, slowly being overwhelmed by the stimulus being made in addition to being drunk. Feeling something building up as you hop on Capitano’s lap in an uneven fashion. Pantalone was the first to notice tugged on your hair again to stop you and pulled out with a wet pop, . “Don’t you think it’s too soon, my gem?”

You have no idea how long the night went on for.

A/n: Sorry it took so long, I got finals waiting for me at a corner soon. I'll try to post Pierro (Star-crossed lovers) when it's all over, happy holidays everyone! - P

ps. if you're unhappy with it, please tell me so I can fix some stuff up!