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Remember that poll I made? Here is whatever the fuck this is that I wrote in honor of the results.

Features: Reader is a gender neutral fairy and they are not immune to the residents of Urahara Shoten.

Kisuke Urahara x Fairy!Reader

Dense cherry air clung to your clothes, skin, and wings making you feel like a sticky wad of hot glue. You’d given up on movement entirely.

“Poor thing’s all tuckered out,” The blonde mop said, eyes glittering through the bar of shadow his hat sat on.

Two teens jostled until their eyes were horrible distortions above you. Their constant vying for the best view and the muggy artificial air beat against your forehead in a climbing migraine.

“We should dry it off—“ a swirl of flesh and flame red tapped the glass, “Remember the one who said that is me, Jinta, when you get out.”

Big, sad eyes bobbed larger, smaller, larger, smaller next to him, “I feel bad. I don’t think it would actually go for our eyes, Urahara.”

“Of cooourse not,” Urahara sang. “I was just being cautious.”

You absolutely would of. If Ururu, the horrible girl with the water gun and amazing aim ever let her guard down, you would burrow through her cornea using your teeth alone.

“Stop bragging,” Jinta said. “It was a lucky shot.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You’re still being smug.”

“I’m not.”

Actually, they were both losing an eye. The consistent thumping stab was migrating from your forehead to behind your eyelids and still, they continued bickering.

“Enough, you two,” the cat said. It pawed your jar, shifting you toward the edge of the table. After Ururu had shot you down, stinking teeth and a rough tongue had caged you as everyone scrambled for a jar. If you were given the chance to dole punishment, this beast would suffer most.

The cat flicked an ear, inching you closer toward the floor. You did nothing, pasted to perspiring glass, hoping for an impossible reaction of flight out the still open window if the cat did indeed smash your jar against the hardwood.

“Get to the training ground before I change my mind and eat the little monster.”

The cat herded them away but they argued still, growing quiet only once they were farther away. You had always hated cats. They had pawed at you since birth, the insatiable beasts. Adding sentience was a waking nightmare. And what if its thumbs were opposable? Truly wretched possibilities.

“This air is disgusting,” you said in a rasp, almost sad you hadn’t been spilled to the floor.

“Don’t worry,” Urahara said. “Next will come the lychee; much lighter in composition but still yummy. Don’t cute little fairies love sweet smells?”

You lied and said, “Fuck no.” Juicy, ripe fruit was your favorite. But this was being forced down your nostrils so you hated it.

Sweet candy smells landed you in this sweltering prison. The lush cherry air compelled your lungs to inhale fully, body confused and convinced the fruit lay close to your lips. Panting, mouth ajar, spit trailing your chin, you let the wash of verbal nonsense fade along with your consciousness.

You moved from a jar, to a proper glass cage, then to an expansive enclosure tailored to your tastes. How they knew your tastes was a questions you didn’t want answered. The Urahara man was as disturbing as he was compelling. How did he know your tastes.

“Now, now,” he’d said taking you from proper cage to expansive enclosure. “Needless violence will get you grounded.”

The cat was suddenly there. “You’ve never grounded anyone.”

Tessai, the only one who would keep his eyes once you escaped, took you from Urahara gently, coaxing your needle teeth free from Urahara’s intersection of flesh between pointer finger and thumb before lifting you away.

You almost said thank you. He was the only one that minded your wings. Urahara was the worst, always rubbing them with obscene strokes. And the teens did so too, at least innocently.

Actually, you would thank him.

“Than—“ He misted you. Twice. With water. Like a snake.

Your wings were too wet to stay swift. Their dehumanizing version of clipping you like a bird.

Tessai’s fingers were already out of reach, beyond your teeth, smartly transporting you in a jar when you reached for him.

“I hate every one of you.” Your fists knocked against the lid, gums and teeth sliding uselessly against metal.

“Just let me eat them already,” the cat yawned.

Tessai screwed the lid with a firm twist, “Don’t indulge in their tantrum, Yoruichi.”

“Fuck you,” you said, flopping to the bottom.

“Hmm, that does sound interesting to work out the logistics of,” Urahara said. “But we hardly know each other.”

You screamed and thrashed wildly.

“Both of you are children,” Tessai said, shaking your jar lightly, “you too. Stop hurting yourself.”

“Yes, Jinta and Ururu are already so fond of you,” Urahara said.

The hallway they were carrying you through was dimly lit. And longer than you thought possible, when you’d cased the outside of the building before absolutely bungling the theft.

“Who cares?”

“I do!” Urahara tapped the lid, the metal popping in rapid succession, and you clapped your ears, the next words muffled, “So you’ll have to bear it. My original plan was to keep you out here. In a fun little enclosed for the costumers—like a sea monkey!”

Your teeth latched into Urahara’s skin the moment the world stopped moving and he opened the lid. He didn’t flinch.

Instead, he rubbed one of your wings with relish between his finger, until you curled into yourself in shaky defeat.

“But we clearly can’t trust you around our precious customers, can we?”

You bit him again, vibrating with each fondling touch passed over your wings.

“So what,” you said around his flesh. “Gonna kill me?”

“No,” Tessai said at the same time the cat said, “Yes.”

“That would yield valuable data, but Tessai’s right,” Urahara said too close to your face. “I like you better alive.”

His hold was careful but firm as he lowered you into a large terrarium, mimicking a small, rustic fairy town. The wooden buildings squatted on loamy moss. An oval of pond was the focal point, directly in the middle. Everything fanned from it, like fingers from a palm. You used the sweet water to swish away the taste of Urahara’s blood after he pinched your wings enough to work your jaw open in reflex.

A prick of pain between your shoulder blades sprung while you hunched over water and you felt a weight resting under your skin there. You flexed your back uselessly, the implantation snug beneath your skin.

Your wings were too damp to spring up and retaliate fast enough. Instead, you spluttered on the springy moss until you could breathe again.

“I’m going to kill you,” you said.

Urahara tapped the glass. “Many people have tried.”

For once, you believed him.

The enclosure was surrounded by a maze of mess that rose and fell in mysterious order. Both Urahara’s room and personal workspace, he navigated the jumble of belongings with ease. He was graceful when he forgot about playing to your audience of one, too absorbed in expansive, flickering screens and piles of manila folders, many stained and some literally moldering.

He spoke at—not with—you often.

When he forgot you, when he existed beyond any reach but the data he toiled hours analyzing, you felt lonely. It was a defeat to admit that. But after months of living an oddly cushy life, surrounded by people who seemed to want you happy, you’d become shamefully complacent.

Biting was a chore. And thoroughly unpleasant since Urahara started flavoring the flesh and blood of his gigai. Your escape attempts had grown pathetic. The last had ended with choosing to flap back to Urahara’s room over battling one moment longer with Yoruichi’s claws and teeth and fucking taunting. She did have opposable thumbs and no matter the pitch of voice or shape of body, she was always smug.

You turned away from the enclosure you’d not been forced in for weeks. The lid was ever open. You were beholden with choice. Doors were left ajar. Windows were never shut now that Summer called. Tessai had whiddled little cutlery and cups for you. Jinta & Ururu were fiercely vying for your ownership of a shiny, new—human scale—gigai. Urahara was too accommodating when you deigned to sit on his silly hat or his sturdy shoulder. And Yoruichi had mostly laid the game of cat and winged-mouse to rest.

Urahara swept his hat off to scratch his scalp, not mindful that you sat on top of the striped bucket. You clung to any fabric you could hold after being flung, landing somewhere along his back. Fluttering up his shoulder, you pinched his neck and settled there instead.

“You did that on purpose.”

His laughter fell to sheepish denial, “Not at all.” Urahara placed you next to his keyboard, lifted his arms high, and almost toppled backwards as the stretch stole his balance on the wheeled chair he loved.

“I still don’t get what all this is for,” you said, swiveling away from the subject before he could suggest you wear a bell again. You stepped over a couple keys on tip-toes, enjoying the ‘click’ sound when they sunk under your weight. “What’s the point?”

“I owe a favor,” Urahara shrugged.

“You actually repay those?” You danced over the keys, grinning when he reached for the backspace symbol.

“Well, this is an exceptional favor,” he said, undoing your gleeful work. “Kurosaki is a good kid.”

You could agree with that, at least. He and a gaggle of his friends would come at times, only a little surprised when they first saw you, like they bumped into fairies all the time.

The only one you couldn’t say was a ‘good kid’ was his girlfriend. She was beautiful and acted perfectly kind.

But when she’d first seen you, she had asked Urahara, “Oh! Is she like mine?”

“Entirely different outside of being just as tiny and cute, Inoue,” he’d said in answer. You’d slapped away his pinching near your cheek.

“There are other fairies around?” You hadn’t seen a single one in years.

Orihime held you carefully and her smile sparkled. “Not anymore. I guess I grew out of them.”

“Where’d they go?”

She gestured to the flowery blue hair clips framing her face.

“Ahaha, well…..no where? They just don’t exist anymore. Unless they work with poke-ball logic! If so, they’re probably very cozy. Unless it was up to me to imagine their home which—oh, I’ll have to do that tonight. I’ll imagine the best house! I hope they haven’t been squished all because of me!”

The girl had followed up by saying ‘Ayame, I choose you!’ and despairing a bit when the phrase did nothing but make the Kurosaki boy snort.

You had grown suspicious when Urahara could not clarify what the fuck that meant or where the fairies had gone. The image of Orihime smiling kindly as she did to you and striking down a handful of fairies stuck firm in your mind. You were wary of her label as ‘a good kid’.

But Kurosaki could keep his title, because he was obvious in his annoyance toward Urahara and Yoruichi. And anyone who did that was some kind of good.

You dropped from your tip-toes, smashing four keys all at once. “Yeah, but didn’t you say this thing may not exist?”

Urahara lifted you back to his shoulder. And you let him. Your stomach squirmed when you lost your opportunity to put up a fight and instead sat, placid.

“It does exist,” he said. “Just not today. Maybe not for years. College is statistically a stressful time.”

“This makes no sense and Tessai is right. You need an actual hobby.”

Urahara retrieved his fan and a gust almost topped you. “Are you going to teach me to paint?”

“I’d rather die,” you said, twining your fists into his robe. Woe to whoever had taught Urahara anything, ever. “And stop that!”

He tapped your head after folding the fan and said, “I don’t think you mean that anymore.”

“I really, really do,” you said, climbing up his head, back to the hat, twisting your hands and digging your feet into his hair and ear instead of flying. “You make a joke out of everything.”

“If you change your mind, you’ll be the first to see the gigai I’ve been working on.”

He waited until you were settled to place his hat to the level of his eyes, carefully and in consideration of you this time.

“I don’t want a human body,” you said with bite.

Urahara tittered, “Oh my, I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s not for you, anyhow.”

“What does that mean?”

Urahara plopped you back on his head with his hat and went back to typing.

“Teach me to paint and you’ll find out, remember?”

He was baiting you. Plain. But effective. His words were like the smell of sweet candy through an open window and the lure of a comfy life surrounded by strangers who grew to people you knew and cared for and stayed for. Even if they were annoying. And pushy. And still batted you around like fucking yarn.

Even then.

You were going to grab for it eventually.

#he is dying to be a fairy and get HIS wings fondled #also Yoruichi and Reader bully ship originally had a larger part #but then I was like no this is about Urahara #kisuke urahara x reader #kisuke Urahara x you #Bleach imagines #bleach

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the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep · 9 months

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Poor Little Rich Girl - Chapter 21: Eros in Taurus

Summary: Part II of Dulcinea and Gale’s spicy weekend

Rating: MA; NSFW! CW: Rimming

Category: F/M

Relationships: Tav/Gale

Chapter 21/?

Word count: 4.1k

It was a rare treat that Dulcinea and Gale got to sleep in together, and an even less common occurrence still was getting to wake up in a real bed.

“What a fine respite for my creaky joints,” Gale joked as he stretched. “While I have adapted to the discomforts of our journey, I’ve long missed the comfort of waking in bed.”

Dulcinea hummed in acknowledgment. Her eyes were still shut against the morning sun that crept through their window. The streets of the Upper City were slowly filling with patriars and citizens going about their daily business.

Suddenly, there came a sharp knock at the door. Dulcinea bolted upright, smiling in recognition.

“Oh! Good! Coffee service,” she said, getting up from bed and donning her robe. Gale could hear Dulcinea’s feet plodding across the floor to answer the door where an attendant stood with a cart of coffee and fresh fruit — plums, sunmelons, bananas, lychees, mangos, and strawberries. Only the finest and freshest stock from the Wide. Gale could overhear Dulcinea’s brief exchange with the attendant and the clinking of coins as she tipped them.

“Would you like some coffee?” Dulcinea called from the other room.

“Yes, please,” Gale replied, emerging from the bedroom to pour himself some coffee.

Dulcinea held her coffee mug with both of her hands, allowing the steam to warm her face and experience the scent of the brew’s currant undertones. “Gods,” she sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. “I’ve forgotten what real coffee tastes like. Far better than the swill we’ve had to drink.

Gale shot her a look of offense. “You mean to tell me that my coffee is sub-par?”

“No offense intended, it’s just that the beans are poor quality,” Dulcinea replied airily. “In any case, this is a proper cup of coffee.”

There she is; Dulcinea, the Princess of Athkatla, Gale thought to himself as he sipped his coffee.

“I say, this is quite the arrangement of fruits. I’ve not seen such a variety since last I was in Waterdeep. Well, prior to the orb, that is.”

“Mhm,” Dulcinea hummed disinterestedly, as if a cart laden with exotic fruits was a daily find. “I do wish they would find an alternative to the sunmelon, though. I can’t stand the stuff.”

She set down her coffee and picked up a deep ruby-colored plum. It was picked at the peak of its ripeness — soft but not squishy. She looked over it for a while, rotating it with her hand to look for any imperfections. She brought the succulent fruit to her lips and bit into it hungrily.

“Mmph!” she grunted, feeling the juice of the plum run down her chin. She took a napkin from the cart and dabbed at herself. “Goodness, that was a juicy one.”

As Gale looked at her, there was something surprisingly sensual about seeing fruit nectar run from Dulcinea’s mouth. It reminded him of how her mouth might look as it dripped with —

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Dulcinea sighed, lying on her side across a loveseat. Her robe rode up, revealing her muscular thigh and hip. “In this little pocket realm of ours, this little slice of Elysium.”

Gale felt the familiar pit of inadequacy in his stomach. As Gale looked around the inn’s suite with its vaulted ceilings, richly colored walls and furnishings, and its golden finishings. It was a far cry from his tower in Waterdeep. This was Dulcinea’s domain, the world from which she came. A world where she ate fresh, exotic fruit and drank coffee without a care in the world, surrounded by luxury. Gale’s tower was curated to his liking, elegant in its own right, but it lacked the opulence and finery of this space.

Their time on the road and the tadpole had been equalizers, but those would come to an end, soon enough. Dulcinea was the love of his life. How in all of the realms could he give her this without the Crown of Karsus in his hands?

If I claim the Crown I could — no, no, I promised her I would relinquish it to Mystra. Perish the thought. But —

Dulcinea was straddling his thigh with an amorous glint in her hazel eyes. Gale realized quickly that Dulcinea was still naked under the bathrobe she wore and he could feel the inklings of her arousal against his bare thigh. Tasha’s cauldron, how in the Hells does she manage to stoke the fires of my passion at every turn?

Dulcinea had come to know Gale well enough to see that he was hiding something, but knew better than to press the matter. There was something deeper there and Dulcinea knew that whatever it was, it was an old and familiar ache of his.

“Ooh! I know what we should do!” Dulcinea exclaimed excitedly. Her eyes were wide with childlike eagerness. “Alurlyath!”

Undermountain Alurlyath was a Cormyrian white wine, known for its effervescence and light flavor. It was a drink reserved for celebrations — weddings, birthdays, the conclusion of one’s educational pursuit. What’s more, true Undermountain Alurlyath was quite expensive.

If one thing was clear to Gale in that moment, the Dulcinea he once knew had resurfaced — the Princess of Athkatla. The party girl with expensive tastes was back, or perhaps she never left. In fact, she was flitting across the room to send a message to the kitchen to send up a bottle of the exquisite sparkling wine. Yet, Gale wasn’t about to pass up drinking sparkling wine with Dulcinea. She was right, in a way; this was their escape from the pain of the world in which they resided. There were no tadpoles here, no mindflayers, no cultists.

“The wine will arrive in a few minutes,” Dulcinea mentioned passively as she stepped into the en suite lavatory where the bath was. Gale could hear her pumping the cistern to draw piping hot water into the massive bathtub. What did she have in mind?

“My love, allow me, please,” Gale insisted as he rose from the chair where he sat. He was well aware that Dulcinea was far stronger than he was at this point, however he still wanted to be gentlemanly.

“Pish posh,” Dulcinea replied playfully, borrowing a phrase from Gale’s repertoire. “The bath’s halfway full anyway. I’ll let you pick the herbs we use in the bath, though.”

“Perhaps rose or lavender? Or both?”

Dulcinea smiled softly. “It’s your lucky day, Mr. Dekarios,” she smiled. “We do indeed have both.”

“Splendid. Also, please never call me that again,” Gale sighed as he came to join Dulcinea by the bath.

Dulcinea rolled her eyes playfully. As she was putting in the flowers into the bath, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, would you mind answering the door?” she asked Gale. “That’s our wine.”

Gale gave Dulcinea a peck on the cheek before walking to the door. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something about ordering expensive wine at this hour unsettled him.

“There’s money for tips on the side table,” Dulcinea called after him.

Gale graciously accepted the wine and tipped the delivery attendant before returning to the bath. The room smelled of the dried lavender and rose petals that floated in the bath water. Towels were folded and set thoughtfully on a table beside the bath. Dulcinea lit a couple of candles for them and smiled over her shoulder at Gale.

Her eyes widened momentarily. “Oh, one more thing,” she said, sliding past Gale into the main chamber. She returned moments later with two glass chalices designed specifically for sipping Alurlyath. She’d pulled her hair up into a loose bun with a few loose tendrils here and here.

“Shall I do the honors then?” Gale smiled. With a snap of his fingers, the wine was uncorked. Dulcinea squealed with surprise and excitement as foam erupted from the mouth of the bottle. With the eagerness of a child licking cookie batter from a spoon and the suggestive playfulness of an equally eager lover, Dulcinea licked the foam from the neck of the bottle. She kissed Gale’s fingers as she rose to face him.

“I miss when every day felt like this,” she admitted, pulling Gale close to her. “It will again after all of this.” She kissed him tenderly and shed her robe.

“The water isn’t getting any warmer,” she purred. “And I’m feeling a touch chilled.”

She slid into the bath, gasping softly as the hot water enveloped her body. The initial shock was replaced with relief as tension melted from her.

Gale followed suit, climbing into the bath beside her. “My word,” he breathed as he settled into the water. He groaned softly and allowed his eyelids to flutter shut in enjoyment.

Dulcinea bent over the edge of the tub and poured each of them a glass of sparkling wine.

“To our little escape,” she smiled. “I know it won’t last forever, but I wish I could spend an eternity here with you.”

An eternity. We could have an eternity, just like this. If I could just — Gale blinked as if to somehow erase the thought from existence. He smiled and raised his glass in a toast, hearing the tinny clink of his glass to Dulcinea’s.

“It’s strange,” Dulcinea mused, sipping her wine. She furrowed her brow as if confused or trying to solve a complex problem. “I wish we could stay here, in comfort and luxury. Without a care in the world. But,” she paused to take another sip, “we still have tadpoles in our heads. Cultists to defeat. An Elder Brain to destroy.” She took a beat once more. “Friends to free from the shackles of their oppressors.”

“In a pensive mood, I see,” Gale remarked. “Indeed, we must press forward. This respite is much needed, of course. We still must contend with Orin for the final netherstone before we face this Elder Brain.” And before I can reforge the Crown.

Dulcinea hummed in agreement. “Somehow, the burden of saving the Sword Coast has landed squarely upon the shoulders of our rag-tag band of misfits.”

She looked around a moment before sighing heavily. “Something about being here feels wrong now. I feel as if I’m trying to force my foot into a boot that was not meant for me, even though it once fit like a glove. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed being able to move through the world as if nothing mattered except my own pleasure.”

“But… that’s not how the world works, is it?”

Gale shook his head. “Tragically, no truer words have been spoken. It reminds me of the time I submitted an impressive spell to the Blackstaff library. It allowed the user to turn any liquid into invisible ink; a truly useful skill for a mage to have, yes? The review committee required several rounds of corrections, the necessity of which I still consider to be dubious, before finally agreeing to accept it. Yet even after its acceptance, they neglected to place it in a proper display case.” Gale shook his head in dismay. “Some people simply lack taste.”

Dulcinea finished her wine as a smile tugged at her lips. Classic Gale, she thought to herself. She’d grown to appreciate his tangents and anecdotes, his lessons and lectures that nobody asked for. It was his way of relating to others through similar experiences.

She poured herself another glass of wine and sighed contentedly, yet her mind wandered. They’d been on the road for months now without the trappings of civilized living, never mind coffee service and trays of exotic fruit. She’d managed, somehow, to survive without it and in doing so, found a way of living that she could never have fathomed.

She could walk for hours on foot, hit a bullseye with a throwing axe, pluck a chicken without gagging and crying, wash laundry, do dishes, and slay a beholder here and there. For once in her life, she had people around her who she liked and cared for. She liked to think that her found family liked and cared for her as well, as intolerable she knew herself to be.

The bottle of wine lay empty now beside the bathtub. Dulcinea looked at Gale and smirked playfully. “We aren’t making full use of this bath’s real estate,” she purred. She slid from her side of the bathtub over to his, straddling his lap.

Her nipples hardened as they grazed Gale’s chest. Dulcinea allowed her lips to brush against his, feeling their softness. Gale exhaled softly and with a slight raggedness that so often accompanied sexual excitement, which was further evidenced by the stiffening of his cock against Dulcinea’s thigh.

“We got a little rough yesterday,” Gale murmured, nibbling at Dulcinea’s neck. “Perhaps something especially stimulating could be appropriate for our final act, shall we say?”

Dulcinea considered this briefly. “I could be persuaded,” she replied, her voice dripping with coquettish desire.

“I am nothing if not persuasive.”

“With that practiced tongue of yours, I am unsurprised.”

“Then allow me to persuade you,” Gale said, his tone growing sultry. His gaze smoldered as he beheld Dulcinea — her lips delicately parted, her desire matching his, the brush of her skin on his chest.

Dulcinea’s tongue flicked playfully against Gale’s lower lip. Slowly she stood from the bath and stepped out. “You’ll have to catch me to persuade me first,” she giggled as she slipped on her bathrobe.

“You are a cruel little woman sometimes, but I shall play your game,” Gale replied teasingly. “Although you now have a head start, leaving an uneven —”

Dulcinea had already scampered out of the room, still giggling. “All of that talking and no chasing!”

Gale sighed and rolled his eyes. He stood from the bath, his joints creaking a little. She kept him on his toes and even if his joints disagreed with it, he enjoyed her occasional bouts of rambunctiousness. He never imagined a relationship in which he would be chasing his lover playfully through a gilded suite of rooms in the Upper City of Baldur’s Gate.

He followed after her at a pace befitting his knees so early in the day. “Dulcie!” he called after her. “Come now, go easy on me!”

“Never!” Dulcinea called from the main room. She was looking at him over the back of a sofa, grinning. Suddenly, she took off into the bedroom. Dulcinea had every intention of letting Gale win; that was the point. For him to catch her.

Gale shook his head, smiling at this odd little game that Dulcinea had chosen. Finally, he “caught” her, embracing her tightly from behind. “I’ve got you now, my love,” he growled into her ear. “You’re mine now.”

“Oh, no!” Dulcinea cried out in faux surprise as Gale pushed her onto the bed.

“Never before would I have fathomed chasing a lover around, but —” he kissed her neck. “I quite like it. I quite like you.”

“Thank you for indulging me,” Dulcinea murmured, wrapping her arms around Gale as he joined her on the bed.

“Thank you for making love fun. Thank you for making it joyful. Thank you for making it beautiful. Thank you for loving me as the man that I am, not the magic I command.”

“You needn’t thank me for that,” Dulcinea whispered. “You deserve it.”

“I don’t deserve you at times.”

Dulcinea pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him. “There’s no time for self-deprecation, my love. There is only time for us. For this. For now.”

Dulcinea gestured for him to come closer to her. Gale was now straddled on her chest.

“Are you sure this is comfortable for you, my love?” he asked nervously.

“Of course it is,” Dulcinea purred. “Now, fuck my face.”

Gale flushed at the frankness with which she spoke. It felt like a harsh juxtaposition to the elegance which surrounded them.

“I won’t decline such an offer,” Gale growled. Dulcinea opened her lips, allowing Gale to advance his member into her. His foreskin retracted against her lips and he emitted a stifled exhalation of enjoyment.

“By the Weave,” he groaned. “Dulcinea…”

Gale thrust slowly but gently into his lover’s mouth as she so eagerly accepted him. Gale’s mouth fell open as his eyelids fluttered.

Dulcinea smirked, her gaze smoldering as she looked into Gale’s deep brown eyes. The head of his member pressed into the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed as Dulcinea created a gentle suction around his cock.

Gale gasped softly as his hand found its way to the back of Dulcinea’s head, pressing himself deeper and deeper into her throat. Dulcinea gagged loudly, but didn’t pull away from him.

“Are you alright?” Gale asked worriedly. Last night’s escapade allowed for and encouraged a degree of physical discomfort but today was supposed to be more tender and affectionate.

Dulcinea offered a nod to indicate that all was well, to which Gale was visibly relieved. Dulcinea’s hands curved around Gale’s asscheeks, squeezing them playfully as he resumed his slow, steady thrusts into her mouth.

He was getting too excited, too quickly. Weave preserve me… he thought to himself. She was too good. Too much. Gale looked into his lover’s eyes, appreciating the flecks of gold and green which comprised her irises. He could lose himself in those eyes, that smoldering gaze. They were the eyes of a mortal lover, full of desire and deep affection.

Gale’s breathing accelerated. He wouldn’t last much longer at this rate, but Dulcinea kept her hands plastered to his hips. She wasn’t going to let him go. She knew how close he was to climax. She knew how much he was struggling to contain himself. She slowly retracted her mouth from him, smiling in satisfaction.

“Come here,” Gale instructed, his voice husky and desiring. He dismounted and beckoned Dulcinea towards him.

Gales wavy brown hair was splayed under his head as he lay back into the lush feathered comforter. Dulcinea took a moment to fully appreciate her lover’s body — his body was well muscled from their travels, but still soft and comforting. His arms felt like home, the place where she belonged.

Dulcinea straddled Gale, smiling softly. Gale was such a generous lover, one who loved giving more than receiving. She leaned into him, kissing him tenderly as he embraced her.

“You put the stars to shame, my love,” he purred, brushing a wily curl from Dulcinea’s face. “I love you. Allow me to demonstrate just how much I love you.”

Dulcinea could read the subtext to his voice as she slid into position with her mons resting just below Gale’s nose.

Gale loved everything about Dulcinea’s pussy. He loved the fullness of her outer labia and how delicate and rosy her inner labia were; he loved the silkiness of her smooth skin. What he loved the most, however, was how she smelled and tasted — fresh with a slight tang.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed. “My little heiress. My princess.” Those were his final words before he immersed himself in her.

“Fuck,” Dulcinea sighed, as her body stiffened in response to Gale’s touch. She could feel his lips curl into a self-satisfied smirk.

Gale began at the base of Dulcinea’s sex, flattening his tongue against her labia and licking upwards over the entirety of her pussy. He stopped at the apex, looking up at her mischievously. If this was going to be their final round of intimacy before returning to the world outside, the real world, he wanted it to be a finale to remember.

He brought his hands to her hips, and in the heat of the moment, turned her onto her stomach.

Dulcinea yelped in surprise, but did not protest. Is he about to do what I think he’s about to do?

Gale pulled Dulcinea’s hips towards him, positioning her in a downward-facing dog. He gave her ass a firm squeeze before he spread her asscheeks.

“Such a delightful view, this,” Gale murmured, giving Dulcinea’s asscheeks a kiss. He trailed kisses along the curve of her cheek, eventually reaching her tight anus. He flicked his tongue against it, licking it gently before pressing his tongue inwards.

Dulcinea whimpered, her eyes widening to the sensation of Gale’s tongue against her asshole. “Gods, Gale,” she gasped.

He reached around to Dulcinea’s breasts, taking her right breast in his strong, callused hands and squeezing it gently while he traced his tongue lazily around her anus.

Dulcinea’s nipples hardened at the sensation of Gale playing with her tits while he rimmed her so eagerly and with such appreciation for her body. She whimpered, her fingers gripping into the feather comforter. Her body reflexively bucked towards his mouth as he stimulated her.

Gale separated his tongue from Dulcinea’s anus, smirking in that self-satisfied way that he did when he knew fully well how he was pleasuring her. “Enjoying that, my little princess?” he cooed, planting a kiss against her asshole. “Are you ready for more?”

“Always, love. Always,” she breathed.

Gale dove in once more, although for a shorter duration. Dulcinea’s pussy was still slick with arousal. She was ready for him.

Gale sat up, still kneeling behind his lover. His cock pulsed readily and he slipped himself into her.

“Gods above…” he breathed, moaning softly as he gripped Dulcinea’s hips. “I know not what spell you have cast on me, my love, but it is perhaps the most powerful magic I have yet to encounter.”

Gale couldn’t resist the urge to sink himself into her as quickly and forcefully. He thrust into Dulcinea’s soft, sweet pussy, his hips smacking against her ass rhythmically. Gale once more curved a hand around one of Dulcinea’s breasts, thumbing at her nipple and giving it a pinch for good measure.

Dulcinea arched her back towards Gale’s hips, allowing for him to penetrate deeper. She whimpered with each thrust of his cock as Gale thrust his full length into her, pushing repeatedly into her cervix. With each retraction, the head of his cock slid along the upper wall of her pussy, caressing a particularly tender spot behind Dulcinea’s pubic bone.

It was too damn much for Dulcinea, who keened with pleasure as her hands clawed at the bed. Her cries were a mix of pleasure and overstimulation as Gale pushed himself into her. Her inner walls clamped around him with vice-like force as she wailed with ecstasy.

Gale whimpered plaintively, trying to stave off his own climax as it crept up on him. Weave save me…

With that, Gale pulled himself from Dulcinea’s pussy and flipped her over once more.

“You’re a beautiful woman, my love,” he growled. “You’ll look even with my cum dripping from that little mouth of yours.”

Dulcinea sat up on her forearms and opened her mouth for Gale once more, ready to receive him. In a near panic, Gale slid himself into Dulcinea’s mouth, half-stroking his cock to reach completion while Dulcinea’s lips closed tenderly around Gale’s shaft.

Gale whimpered loudly. “I’m close… I’m so close…” Then it hit him with the force of a tidal wave crashing into him.

Dulcinea emitted a squeal of surprise as Gale ejaculated into her mouth. She gagged and sputtered a little, swallowing the majority of his cum. What remained in her mouth, dripped over her lips and onto her chin.

Gale panted heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow as he pulled away from Dulcinea.

“Aren’t you a beautiful sight, a mess of my own making,” Gale purred, lifting Dulcinea’s chin with his fingers.

She smiled up at him, tired but satisfied. Her lips were puffy and reddened from sucking Gale’s cock, but she barely noticed.

“I love you,” she rasped, throat feeling raw from the intensity of the sex.

“I love you too,” Gale whispered, wiping the cum from her lips before kissing her. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Can’t have a lady such as yourself wandering about the Upper City with cum dripping from that cute little mouth.”

“One last taste of paradise before returning to reality,” Dulcinea smirked wryly as Gale brought her a wet washcloth and wiped her mouth gently.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he replied, kissing her forehead. He discarded the wet washcloth and laid back on the bed, pulling Dulcinea to his chest.

Dulcinea nuzzled into the girdle of his shoulder, closing her eyes. “This is how I want to spent our final hours here. Nothing else but us, right here in this moment. I need nothing more. You are my home, my refuge, my lover. I belong in your arms.”

Gale wrapped his arms around her but wondered to himself if he would be enough for her. Was he truly all she needed? Was he, Gale Dekarios, sufficient?

The Crown of Karsus beckoned and he was unsure if he could resist its call.

#Baldurs gate #Baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 astarion #astarion acunin #astarion bg3 #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #bg3 karlach #bg3 Wyll #bg3 lae'zel

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circusclownproductions · 8 months

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Literally no one asked me for this but I need to distract myself so here’s my Gum Rankings cuz I’m a connoisseur

Trident- 7.5/10 for me I have to eat 2 at a time cuz I need more resistance than just the one gives me, the flavor doesn’t last long enough for u to even get the gum soft enough to blow bubbles too cuz it’s like a brick. BUT I like the packets a LOT (they’re like little foldy wallets hehe :D) and the flavors are very good in the beginning plus it’s very thick and puts a lot of pressure on my jaw(good autism👍)

Trident flavors - the Island Berry Lime and Dragon Fruit Lychee ones are the best ones I’ve tried so far, I really like pairing one Tropical Twist with one Watermelon Twist it is an Experience for sure. Worst flavor is Wintergreen. It just burns

Extra- 8/10 very good texture and it’s almost immediately poppable plus it lasts for like 2 hours. I really like the big packs they come in cuz I save them and reuse them to hold my button collection :> only grievance is that they’re very soft and don’t put any pressure on my jaw unless I eat two of them but then it’s TOO much so I have to eat 1.5 and that’s rlly awkward and just generally annoying

Extra flavors- Pink lemonade will always be on top‼️ watermelon is the worst one it’s like eating an eraser NO CINNAMON cinnamon is the worst idk WHO thought that’d be a good idea but it’s like hot tamales but worse

Hubba Bubba - 10/10 I love it so much omg perfect texture and it’s IN A TAPE DISPENSER that’s so cool I always thought that was so cool and it also means I can get however much I want

Hubba Bubba flavors - ive only had the og and the sour blue raspberry which both went hard asf

5- 7/10 flavor is strong and long lasting but I have to eat 2 which sucks cuz they’re the big ones so it’s actually the whole 1.5 situation all over again and they don’t have a ton of flavors it’s just mint mint strawberry and whatever the hell “elixir” is (I’m aware there’s other ones they’re hard to come across)

5 flavors- strawberry is the best and spearmint is the worst not that it had much competition but still

Orbit- 3/10 not nearly enough gum per pack with how much I need and I don’t like the design of it tbh. Plus it’s got that brick texture and the flavor lasts for like 15 minutes.

Orbit flavors- it’s all mint. Why is everything mixed with mint. Strawberry is the best wintermint is the worst

Ice Breakers Ice Cubes- 6/10 have to eat like 3 but also I get to eat a cube and it’s just so silly and fun to me idk. And I can reuse the containers for my little seed starters I make. Flavor doesn’t last very long tho :(

Ice Breakers flavors- cherry limeade is the best cinnamon is the worst. Pls stop with the cinnamon

Juicy Fruit- 6/10 it’s a very good texture and the flavor and packaging is very nostalgic to me but it’s almost sickly sweet and I can only stand it every once in a while.

Juicy Fruit flavors- I have literally never found a flavor other than the original

Eclipse- 4/10 I like the texture, I have to eat two as usual but still. Hate the unnecessary packaging like you could’ve just put MORE gum in there but instead you’re wasting my time with this clunky package I can never seem to open. No fun flavors :(

Eclipse flavors- they’re all mint again polar ice is my favorite and I’m a lifelong spearmint hater

And I think that’s it unless I think of another brand yeah :D thanks for letting me yap about gum on the internet

#long post #very important information obviously #🍱

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demonic-hypocrite · 2 years

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Hello, obey me fandom! This time I’ve come to you with an au within an au, I think?. Two days ago I wrote a replaced!mc au where I mentioned that my Mc/Oc would become a public menace after unsupervised, even coming to eat demon meat and liking it, so, I was thinking about it all morning while I made breakfast, then decided I wanted to write it out.

So here it is, “MC becomes a public menace after being replaced!au” I used GN/You pronouns again.

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Lucifer had been called to Diavolo’s office; he was received by the Demon Prince’s worried face. Sitting in front of his desk, there you were, without a care in the world, munching on something almost as long as your body. Something red splattered on your face and uniform, after a long look he realised that the thing in your mouth, it was nothing other than a tail.

Insert minecraft advancement “How did we get here”.

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You were in the RAD cafeteria, since the demon brothers had moved to being the new human’s bitches you started to spend your lunches with other people, like the purgatory gang and the royals, but today you decided to spend it at the cafeteria with some fellow classmates. You were shittalking some of the most annoying teachers and complaining about midterms getting closer, but relieved that this was your last year at the academy. After all, it had been two years since that fateful day Diavolo kidnapped you off the human realm.

Suddenly some demons got you attention by flipping your food tray, causing your red devil-chilli snake stew to splatter all over the table and yourself, you didn't pay much mind to it, you could clean yourself with magic after all, but the demons decided to keep pestering you, remarking on you apparent abandonment. Jeez, you have been here for 2 whole years but it seems that some demons still didn’t know that you weren’t an easy prey.

“What? Are you gonna cry now? Gonna call the brothers? GUESS WHAT SIDE DISH! THEY’RE NOT GOING TO COME TO SAVE YOU NOW!!” Yelled one of the demons bothering you, turning into his demon form which had a lizard tail. Using the fact about how you were ‘thrown away’ to try to intimidate you, classy really, your expression only being a resting bitch face which only made the other demon more angry. You were tired now, not being able to rest even at lunch, so you decided to show them who's boss, standing up from your table and grabbing his tail.

With one strong yank, it came off, the demon winced a little and looked worried now, you looked at him dead in the eyes and brought the tail to your face, you opened your mouth as wide as you could and gave it a big bite, making sure your teeth were showing when they sliced through the soft gummy like meat. It was just a scare tactic, you planned on spitting it out and giving it back to the demon, but you didn't. The meat was sweet, in both texture and flavor it reminded you of a mixture of coconut and lychee, so tasty and juicy you couldn’t stop yourself from going in for another bite, forgetting your surroundings and ignoring the horrified looks you were getting.

It wasn’t until barbatos shook your shoulder and urged you to Diavolo’s office that you came back to the land of the living.

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Back to the present now, Lucifer looked at you, half annoyed and half horrified “Look Mc I know that you want attention but-” “I don't want your attention” You said going in for another bite, the juices of the meat dripping off your maw as you diverted your attention back to the tail. The avatar of pride stared at you in disbelief, ‘They’re acting like Beel’ he thought as you feasted without a care. He sighed “I don’t know why you keep bothering yourself with them my lord, they’re clearly not worthy of it, Mc should at least explain themselves to you at least if they’re going to pull stufflike this”, shared Lucifer looking at Diavolo.

“But look at them, it’s kinda cute don't you think?” He said with a nervous giggle “They’re like a baby with their favorite bottle” after a nod of approval from Barbatos and a raised eyebrow from Lucifer, Diavolo decided it was now time to interrogate you for your actions. “But going back to the point, MC!” he clapped his hands to get your attention. “Could you please explain what happened?”.

“Oh yeah, some guy threatened me on his demon form” you said calmly, as if it was an everyday thing, getting a concerned look for Barbatos and continued with your explication “He threw my lunch and that’s how I got dirty” gave a little bit of relief to the three demons in the room. “Then I yanked his tail off” the relief went away “I just wanted to intimidate him but I never knew demon meat was so tasty~♡” It was as if you were eating the most delicious meal you’ve ever had.

As for this occasion, both you and the demon got detention and had to write apology letters to each other, safe to say the demon who was harassing you was strongly opposed to having detention in the same room as you, and you? You just wanted his tail to grow back again.

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I wrote this one out on google docs and towards the end of it I didn’t know how to make longer saklkslakls, anyways! I wrote this 3 obey me scenarios 3 days in a row because it’s the weekend but I really enjoyed it. I want to try doing it next week too but I’ve run out of inspiration for little drabbles.

I definitely want to make my own replaced!au with my oc Logan, because the story I have in mind is much different that the one I wrote about my replaced brother!au. First thing, Logan is kind of a Gary Stue sadly, I admit it. Being that I made him really powerful and immortal because Solomon took him in as his student and one they he took Logan to meet death and the absolute madman challenged death to a 5D chess with interdimensional time travel, for funsies, even tho he didn’t know how to play it either and won? Out of pure luck except he didn’t win but he did? It’s exactly as confusing as it sounds but Death was mad and decided that he would never reap Logan’s soul Jack O’ Lantern style.

So he never is in real danger ever, except when he is because as I mentioned he did die two times after this. The first time was after he moved out of the house of lamentation into a cabin in the woods near a lake and a mountain zone, closer to the Demon King castle than the house of lamentation. This was after he had graduated from RAD and a year after the arrival of the new female student, so around the start of his fourth year on the devildom. Anyways, he keep in constant constant with the royals and purgatory gang and one day there's like, an actual threat for the devildom he is really worried for them and even if he has come to hate the brothers, the devildom has been more of a home to him than the human realm ever was so he insist on helping and gets “killed” in the process.

He doesn’t actually die but it counts as a death because his body was mostly destroyed and spent 3 months in a coma regenerating having a lucid dream of what could have happened if he never went to the devildom and woke up with mixed feelings. After he wakes up with his mental health finally collapses, 3 months before the death was the “brothers start to regret replacing mc after they went away” stage but now it’s been a total of 6 months with a death added on top of that, they all have clinical depression.

For the next year Logan is treated as a war hero but the only thing he wants is for people to stop trying to invite him places because he is tired and wants to just sleep for another 3 months, so he used Death as an excuse like, “Oh yeah sorry I have plans with Death on this date I can’t go to your tea party lady rose so sorry again bye” except Logan and Death do hang out and get close. After his fifth year on the devildom it’s finally time for Diavolo’s coronation and the assistance is mandatory, but the female exchange student tries to make a scene of seducing Dia now that he is the king and Logan is just tired™. So he asks death to spirit him away as a joke, Death the madlad rips his heart off in front of everybody and tells them they are to blame, as they did not do enough to keep Logan happy, and that his soul and body were his now.

The other human gets yeeted into superhell, aka she is taken back to the human realm and after 2 months of everyone begging death to bring Logan back Death tells Diavolo privately that he will bring back Logan only if he turns him into a demon. Now death had been keeping Logan’s physical body on a glass coffin while his soul was on a pocket dimension living on a cabin in a prairie full of flowers where he was healing himself metally, Death visited every now and then and telling him how the other were doing when Logan asked, ‘Worrying about them even after all that’s happened, how could they leave this beautiful soul alone?’ was what death thought.

The ‘Turn him into a demon’ plan was actually suggested by Logan himself, because he felt like a change of body would be better for his mental health, coming to hate his current one filled with scars both mental and physical, the only one he thought about keeping was one going vertically through his left eye, it had been made by Lucifer one time Logan stepped in between him and Mammon while they were fighting, but rather than seeing it as a reminder of something painful he saw it as a reminder of his strength, as later he gave a matching one to Lucifer when he pushed him too far with treating him as a defenseless human even if he had lived on the devildom for 2 years at this point.

So two months later from the date the plan was suggested, Death took Logan’s body to Diavolo to start the process turning him into a demon, after it was finished Logan woke up, he really liked his body as now it all had a barely distinct hue of blue, his favorite color, his scars were gone and his demon form was a mix from his favorite animals: Ram horns, crow wings and the tail of a jaguar. Now after the time he had to heal and grow as a person, he was finally ready to forgive those who loved him before and love him now. BUT NOT AFTER A LITTLE PRANK !! 11!!1

He is still himself after all, holding grudges was one of his bad traits and will be, forever. So he has Diavolo introduce him in front of the student council as his new secretary because Lucifer has had too much work for too long. Hi, his name is Harrison. Nice to meet you. Little bitch acts oblivious to the brother’s pain filled longing stares, pretending to someone else, letting in the know that he actually is Logan to the royals and purgatory gang and cries with Luke because he is so happy to finally be able to be there for him and be his dad again.

So everyone is acting like this time they replaced Logan with “Harrison” and the brothers got mad because they suffered so much by making that mistake but now everyone was acting as if that didn’t happen. So when they did have a full breakdown Logan did decide it was time to tell them the truth and accept their apologies and finally reunite with his whole family again.

But I’m not good at writing so that story may never be written properly (˘◡˘๑) Also this post was supposed to be a scenario and turned into my oc ramblings dskdksdk

Goodnight ☆

#obey me shall we date #obey me replaced mc au #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me mc #obey me oc #obey me

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tastesoftamriel · 2 years

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You’ve probably gone over this before but tumblr’s search engine sucks butt. So, what would each culture’s staple crops and livestock (for both meat and byproducts) be? How much would globalization come into play, like how irl potatoes are originally from South America but have become one of the most important staple foods across the world?

Staple crops and livestock vary throughout the Provinces due to climate and geography, though trade over the centuries has meant that ingredients like saltrice from Morrowind and honey from Skyrim are in constant circulation around the continent. Nonetheless, here are some uniquely local ingredients you'll find across Tamriel.

Altmer

Summerset's temperate climate makes it the ideal place to grow all sorts of exotic fruit, especially stone fruit. From peaches to lychees, nectarines to cherries, Summerset produces the largest quantities of these fruits (with the trade embargo around the Great War and Dragon Crisis making them an extremely sought-after prize). And don't forget the wine! Summerset is also famed for its gorgeous vineyards and even more gorgeous wines. However, juicy and flavourful grapes are beloved by almost anybody, making them a valuable staple crop too.

Livestock in Summerset is nothing particularly exciting. Merino sheep are farmed for their wool, which is a luxury export beloved by northern Provinces, while meat comes in the form of cattle and chickens. However, High Elves particularly love their wild-caught fish and herons, which are populous on their home island.

Argonians

Once again, fruit is a major export from Black Marsh, but the fertile (if hostile) region is home to some of Tamriel's best agricultural soil. From cocoa and coffee beans, saltrice and coconuts, to padan and banana leaves and more, you'll find all sorts of wonderful plant-based ingredients in Black Marsh. However, something that has gained in popularity following the Argonian diaspora has been palm wine, a potent alcoholic beverage.

As for livestock, you'll find bantam guar, guar lizards, various poultry, goats, and even farmed frogs and lizards to be popular. Sheep and cattle are far less popular due to the upkeep required for them to stay healthy in the swampy environment, making beef and mutton less popular and more expensive than in other Provinces.

Bosmer

The Bosmer are famed for their meat and animal byproducts, particularly from timber mammoths and sugar mammoths. Whether it's meat, pelts, or milk, these beasts are much beloved by the Wood Elves who take great care in rearing them.

Other popular exports from Valenwood include alcoholic beverages like rotmeth and jagga, as well as kopi luwak- a luxurious type of coffee made from beans found in civet cat excrement, thus making them Green Pact-friendly. And of course, Valenwood produces some of Tamriel's finest cocoa beans, mostly used for export. However, have you truly lived until you've tried salted sugar mammoth caramelised milk chocolate from Woodhearth?

Bretons

In High Rock, sheep and cattle are the most popular livestock to farm due to their versatility, with a constant demand for their meat, horns, skins, and milk. While it's nothing exciting, the animals in the region are usually grass-fed and free range, spanning acres of farmland (which can sometimes result in cultists and the like infringing upon the livelihood of livestock). Chickens, geese, turkeys, and ducks are also popular for their meat, down, and eggs, with High Rock producing some of Tamriel's best duck meat.

With regards to staple crops, wheat is a major export and features heavily in Breton cuisine, especially in bread.

Dunmer

The volcanic ash of Morrowind is key to its success in growing all manner of weird and wonderful crops. Market stalls across Vvardenfell and Blacklight bustle with sellers touting mushrooms of all kinds, saltrice, comberry, marshmerrow, hackle-lo, canis root, and much more, all of which are consumed locally as well as across Tamriel.

Regarding livestock, it should come as no surprise that the big money is in bug farming. Kwama mines produce cuttle, scuttle, scrib jelly, and kwama eggs, making them the backbone of Morrowind's mages and chefs alike. Nix-hounds and guar are raised both by town Dunmer and Ashlanders, while wild nix-ox is also popular for those who can afford it.

Imperials

Cyrodiil spans terrain from the snowy Jerall Mountains to the swamps of Blackwood. As a result, the Province is relatively self-sufficient in that it produces the bulk of its own consumption, from livestock to greens. Speaking of greens, battaglir, a type of weed, is a staple in the Imperial diet, making wild-foraged and farmed battaglir a key crop in the region. Like Summerset, Cyrodiil is also famed for itswines, and is proud of its unique grapes of every size, flavour, and colour (including ones that taste like cotton candy).

Livestock in Cyrodiil is about as generic as can be: cows, sheep, goats, poultry, and horses. While meat is a staple part of the Imperial diet, milk is also important as it is used to make the cream and cheeses so prized by the Province.

Khajiit

What don't the Khajiit grow or rear? From Southern Elsweyr's rich moon sugar and rice paddies to the North's edible cacti and tea, the Province is full of exotic and scrumptious delights that are highly prized across Tamriel. Ingredients are valuable both raw and processed, and form the backbone of the Khajiiti economy. Samar Pekoe tea, for example, is wild-harvested from caves and is beloved by tea aficionados across the continent, and fetches a hefty price for its rarity. Pellitine cacao and coffee beans are also a staple in any self-respecting chef's kitchen.

In terms of livestock, you'll find guar, poultry, beef, and goat to be popular, as well as wild game like jerboas, terror birds, antelope, and addaxes. Game meat can often be purchased from Bandaari nomads, who hunt the animals themselves. Whether fresh or dried into jerky, who doesn't want some moon sugar-cured addax jerky for the road?

Nords

Foreigners in Skyrim are often shocked by the range of produce we're capable of producing in our cold and often inhospitable lands. Fish and horker are consumed in great amounts locally, as well as being one of the Province's major exports. Goat from the Reach, cattle from Whiterun, and honey from the Rift are always in high demand.

Apples and jazbay grapes are probably the most valuable crops in Skyrim, followed by wheat and other fruits and vegetables. The former two are used in cider and wine, both of which are valued across the Provinces.

Orcs

Wrothgarian Orcs differ from Betnikh Orcs who differ from Wood Orcs and so on... so in this case, it really varies. For Wrothgarian Orsimer, echatere is the main source of meat and milk, while in Betnikh it's fish, and in Valenwood, timber mammoth. All these groups also enjoy game, from rabbit and wolf to pheasant and venison, which features heavily in regional Orcish cuisine. Wild honey from Betnikh is also another notable animal product that bears mention here.

In terms of crops, there aren't many of note aside from valuable herbs and spices. Frost mirriam, which is also loved by alchemists, and wrathberries, known for their violently bitter taste unless prepared correctly, are two of the most important plants you'll find for sale at any stronghold.

Redguards

I've said it before and I'll say it again: goat, goat, and more goat. Unless you're a coastal Redguard with access to seafood, it's likely that your main source of meat and milk will come from goats. Whether it's feta or kebabs, it's almost always goat meat, as they wander all through Hammerfell like they own the place. However, Redguards are also renowned for breeding horses, and the uh... faulty ones are generally turned into food. Spiced horse blood sausage and spreadable horse 'nduja are a staple in households across Hammerfell.

With staple crops, you'll find that corn, coconuts, palm fruit and oil, bananas, coffee, cinnamon and other spices, and cocoa are plentiful. These are all consumed in great amounts within the Province, but are also highly prized across Tamriel.

#Asks #the elder scrolls #tes #food #World building #worldbuilding #Staple crops

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queenmothermp · 8 months

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Lunar New Year Festival

Throughout the week, there was a noticeable buzz in the air of Central Park--not just of rumors and excitement, but of magic itself. One night, a large troupe of beautiful young women dressed in red and black hanfu gracefully flit throughout the large space carrying a variety of decorations and furnishings while a handful of others quickly and expertly cleaned the entire space of litter and rubbish. They carefully marked off the ice sculptures the Norse goddess had previously made; some were moved to other locations to be admired while others were highlighted in their own showcase. Snow sculptures crafted by residents were also carefully relocated to safe places with high visibility so they could continue to be enjoyed by everyone.

Another handful of ladies floated toward a small clearing, carrying several traditional instruments and began to play some lively tunes for the workers to enjoy as they continued to set up, some of the fairies even dancing and singing along as they placed decorations. These musicians would frequently be seen (and heard!) throughout the duration of the week-long festival as well, providing plenty of live entertainment for attendees--as well as accompaniment for professional dancers who performed a variety of dances. Several new sculptures were brought in--angled archways along the entrances to the park, decked with Spring couplets and Fu characters; several very large and expertly crafted dragons of exquisite detail--one dragon for each pantheon: Chinese, Norse, Japanese, Egyptian, Mayan, Greek, and Celtic dragons all--and despite translucent and frozen, the fierce beasts appeared as though they could come to life at any moment to breath a snow storm into existence.

Quickly, the area continued to be decked with banners and signs of crimson paper, adorning messages in a variety of languages, written in bold characters illuminated by magical golden ink shimmering phrases alternating between Happy New Year--2024--Year of the Dragon and variations thereof. Enchanted string lights of crimson and clear in the shapes of hanging lanterns joined in the decor; each lantern's glow also enchanted to provide warmth to the space so those in attendance could enjoy the outdoor festivities comfortably while the park was bathed in the light of a perpetual sunrise regardless of time of day.

Despite the ice and snow still present, one could easily find many blossoming peach, plum, and sakura trees as well as a variety of peony arrangements and even some strategically-placed potted kumquat and tangerine trees with small signs tied around their base for patrons to help themselves to their fruits as it seemed that no matter how many one picked, they always seemed to grow right back! And the fruits themselves were juicy and delicious!

The pleasant smells of flowers and citrus blended even more with the delicious aromas from the various food stalls that would be open from lunch until midnight. Festival goers could partake in an assortment of street foods from classic jiaozi dumplings, steamed bao (with a variety of fillings, with vegetarian options!) as well as special rou jia mo containing steamed catfish and vegetables for a surplus of good fortune in the new year, chuan’r and char siu, longevity noodles, candied hawthorn, popped lotus seeds, bakkwa, roasted peanuts and chestnuts as well as dried shrimp crisps for snacking, tangyuan, fried battered shrimp (for happiness and laughter!), niangao with special fillings ranging from lychee and longan (because how could one NOT have longan in the year of the dragon!?) to persimmon and kumquat, and much much more! And of course beverages were available at the Spilled Tea stall!

In the northern section of the park, a large tunnel had been erected--two large walls of ice with the "fu" character carved along the surface in intricate patterns. Along the top, however, rows upon rows of scarlet lanterns swayed for an enchanting and fantastical display; certainly a beautiful fixture--some may interpret it as magical and inspiring, some may see it as delightfully romantic. Nearby, another long wall stood beside a stall containing red many "fu" talismans; the young woman at this stall would gladly explain to those curious about how to make wishes and prayers on these cards and hang them on the wall to bring about good fortune for the year ahead. This same young woman happily provided guests with enamel pins in the shape of dragons from their respective pantheons. This nice and helpful young lady was also happy to provide attendees with pamphlets containing a map of the different vendors as well as schedules regarding specific performances and activities.

In the southern area of the park, many pillars of varying heights had been set up, wrapped with red and gold ribbons and adorned with more insignia plaques in preparation of the lion's dance to be performed each evening at sundown. In fact, at other times of the day, one might even catch a glimpse of the dancers wandering around in costume--2 lions!--wordlessly and playfully interacting with festival goers (especially children) and obliging selfie-takers. Many vendors could be found dotted throughout the park--a pleasant blend of traditional preparations heightened by magic. One vendor carved custom stone stencils for stamps of varying sizes--from personalized letter signatures to others the size of plates, demonstrating how to use them for those interested in watching that traditional printing style. Another vendor created malt candies in a variety of shapes and characters ranging from dragons to the "fu" character to moons and stars and so much more, much to the delight of children who enjoyed watching him create edible art.

Other activities included a variety of games located near the pavilion that had been erected in the center of the park--a beautiful and majestic structure of ice, trees, and flowers, adorned further with magnificent paper lanterns that swung gently with a light breeze. Of course, this was where the musicians and dancers performed at varying times of day regardless of the size of their audience. If one looked close enough at these lanterns, however, they would find small cards attached to them with riddles to solve--like a scavenger hunt leading them to another lantern hidden somewhere in the park--a fun little game thought of by the owner of Galaxy Games, wherein each lantern at the starter pavilion had a different set of clues and thus, a different adventure each time, ultimately leading to a variety of prizes--some were silly plushies and candies or vouchers for meals or services at different businesses throughout the island, some may find red envelopes containing money, others might find Felix Durant himself at the end who would provide them with a lucky charm granting them optimal good fortune in whatever they did for the next eight hours.

There was, of course, the classics--the arrow toss, archery contests, live portraits, constructing paper lanterns, using silk cords to make braided cords or other intricate designs, an elderly man telling stories with shadow puppets, and a few fellows wandered about performing fantastical tricks with Chinese yo-yos.

Another activity was the "Dragon Battle" on the west end of the park--which was really just a fun snowball fight for all ages, a battle that never seemed to formally end, surrounding a massive space filled with 'forts' made of ice and snow.

The classic dragon dance took place each night at 8:00 sharp and one could follow the illuminated beast's and its dancers' course throughout the entire park as it chased after the glowing golden orb.

Of course, this would all culminate on the evening of February 10th with a magnificent fireworks display brightening the sky with flurries of color and enchanted images including pixius, qilins, each creature in the zodiac (especially the dragon!), a variety of flowers including lotus blossoms, peonies, chrysanthemums, peach blossoms, and so much more all set to energetic music by live musicians.

#lunar new year #lunar new year 2024 #hc #lunar new year festival #mpevent

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The Lore

Snippets that are revealed in answered asks that don’t go anywhere else. While relevant to certain Ask Hints, they aren’t required knowledge.

No time? No problem! Peep here if you want all the juicy lore-bits delivered via “in-a-nutshell” type recap.

~ In General ~

Expect Pokemon native to the Isle to be ignorant about what a city is.

It’s considered common knowledge that there are at best no such thing as humans, and at worst, all the humans died off. As Lief stated, the idea of a Pokemon and a human living together sounds nonsensical. Even Pokemon in humanoid form would deliver a culture shock.

That said, the sight of a Pokemon in humanoid form is presumed to be very common in Sciliva…

It is unknown what the world is like beyond the Isle. Appropriately called the Lost Sea, anyone that has tried to find out by braving the ocean never returns. But Livingston states the god Pokemon migrated to the Isle from beyond…

“Gods” and “god Pokemon” are what the residents of the Isle call Legendary and Mythical Pokemon. “Dungeon Masters” are god Pokemon that reside in the deepest part of the ruins. “Ruins” are essentially this world’s dungeons, which contain a myriad of artifacts.

“Ferals” and “feral Pokemon” are simply Pokemon that live in the Wilds. “The Wilds” are areas outside of towns, and encompass places like the Ruins.

"Void-matter" is a little-known substance that apparently consumes anything it touches. "Void shadows" are entities that come from void-matter, and have been observed to look like the Pokemon they eat...

Full-blood Mew, let alone full-blood Pokemon at all, are presumably rare to come by. But not so rare that the latter would be shocking to see, unlike the former.

Hybrids like Pikavee and Lief aren’t common in Sciliva. It’s been shown that the sight of one would be quite shocking.

Citizens of the Faer Kingdom are likely to think ill of both ferals and Ruby Nation residents. The latter is likely due to the aftermath of the war, but the former…

Gigantism presumably takes far longer than dynamaxing, and are seen as completely different things. It is also said that no one really knows what causes gigantism…

~ Notable Events ~

Inter-dimensional travel is now possible. How else would you have come here? How else have they came to you? :)

“The Incident” that apparently took place shortly before Pikavee met with her trainer and caretaker, Professor Lychee, involving a destroyed lab and something called “Entro Tech”… [1]

The yet unknown catastrophe that left a previous civilization in ruins, and forced the Pokemon into hiding… [1], [2]

The massive and devastating war initiated by the Ruby Nation some years ago against the other factions, wherein several Pokemon lost their lives and dozens more lost their homes. According to Lief, the war came to an end when four Pokemon rose up against the Ruby Nation’s king… [1]

Previously stated as a rumor by Lief and confirmed by Rue, there have been a string of incidents where a Pokemon dynamaxed out of nowhere and rampaged in the surrounding area, with wind storms raging in their wake. These events have been happening throughout the Faer Kingdom. [1], [2], [3], [4]

Episode Recap below the cut! It’s not too late to read from the beginning if you want to avoid spoilers!

~ Summary ~

Episode 0 - Introductions

Pikavee’s Intro - She is seen wandering downtown Sciliva, a bustling metropolis full of humans and Pokemon both, before being spontaneously transported to the Isle, falling from where she appeared in the sky above the Fae Wood. She’s hurt a little from the landing, but recovers. [Characters introduced: Pikavee.]

The jewels on Pikavee’s sweater are implied to be receptive to her in some way; likely related to what brought her here. Her clothes in general were custom made.

Lief’s Intro - He is awoken by Pikavee’s crash landing and comes close to investigate. He’s caught spying on her by Pikavee, only to stick around out of vague interest. She finds out from him how lost she really is, as he has no idea what humans are or even if they exist. For the sake of getting her to stop crying, he offers to simply find someone else that would know what she means. [Characters introduced: Lief.]

Fenninkou’s Intro -That next morning within the village nearby the Fae Wood, Fenninkou and Rue had once again stopped by the cafe during the busiest hours in town. She briefly fights with Eve about wanting to fight giants, before the town is thrown into a panic over Pikavee’s approach. Everyone rushes to shelter indoors. [Characters introduced: Fenninkou, Rue, Adam, Eve.]

Lief and Pikavee arrive to find the streets completely empty. Lying to her about why this is, he starts to split off from the giantess to find a “Pokenerd” called Livingston in order to ask directions…

… only to overhear Fenninkou charging wildly at Pikavee in a very real attempt to attack her; it fails. Lief mocks her extensively and it is implied heavily the two not only know each other, but have a bone to pick with the other.

Rue steps in before it can escalate further. More details are revealed regarding humans possibly being dead. Pikavee breaks down from the shock and experiences her first of many headaches. Overhearing Rue and Fenninkou debate about whether or not to help Pikavee, Lief ushers the giantess out of town in a moment of bitterness.

Lief admits to not being entirely truthful with Pikavee regarding the whereabouts of humans; he also talks briefly about his true relationship with the villagers and the prejudice he receives for being a feral.

The two remain together for the rest of that day. Pikavee star-gazes for a while after Lief leaves to gather berries, experiencing another headache upon looking at the moon, though it was short-lived.

Fenninkou shows up again out of guilt with an idea for them to see Livingston for real, and Pikavee admits to wanting to return to town to find out for sure. Lief overhears this upon his return, but agrees to come with.

Livingston spots the three just outside the window of his library and office that night, learning of the unusual circumstances and coincidences surrounding Pikavee herself, and the ruins he’s been studying. After musing about time travel, he warns them to lie low, for now. [Characters introduced: Livingston.]

Pikavee begins to admit her desire to help others and do something more in general, being very discontent with simply worrying for herself like Lief seems to push. In addition, he assures her that the Fae Wood’s Dungeon Master will handle anything serious.

Hazel’s Intro - Unbeknownst to them or anyone, a chase takes place elsewhere in the Wilds that night, near the Fae Wood. In an attempt to throw off their pursuers, Vurunnekin urges Hazel to run and find the treasure in the forest’s deepest point; where the Dungeon Master is said to linger… [Characters introduced: Vurunnekin, Hazel.]

… but she gets lost, instead winding up in town that next morning as Rue and Fenninkou are out again on errands. She explains what happened to her after some prodding.

In typical Fenninkou fashion, she leaps right into the action, intending to aid in Vurunnekin’s rescue. Hazel and Rue both hurry after her.

Back with Pikavee and Lief, the duo are back in the forest, outside of Lief’s burrow. Lief appears conflicted about the extra company, even lamenting that he wished Pikavee “remained wild” upon her telling how she met her human. Meanwhile, Pikavee is struggling with her discomfort over addressing the questionable details of her past.

As Fenninkou, Rue and Hazel draw near, Pikavee and Lief overhear the argument between them. The two also witness Rue fall into a pit trap apparently set by Lief.

Rue reprimands Fenninkou for just rushing in so recklessly. In response, Fenninkou snaps back with a comment about Rue’s missing brother before again running off. Hazel is left with little choice but to pursue Fenninkou further, promising to catch her.

Lief proposes they stay out of it completely; a notion that Pikavee strongly disagrees with. Exasperated with this repeatedly coming up, Lief retorts that she should “find someone else to bug if she doesn’t like it”. Pikavee, clearly hurt by this, decides to go on and speak with Rue.

#LoUsleepover Event Start - As Lief is left alone and begins to regret his words to Pikavee, Reshi’s invitation appears before him. Interested in attending for the sake of getting his mind off things, he brings along plenty of berries in his tail to snack on.

At first, Lief is standoffish and even more nonchalant than usual. He goes around trying all kinds of foods the other guests have brought, often offering a berry to trade; making an exception for foods containing meat. He becomes increasingly agitated as he interacts with some familiar faces, even as some others gift him goods. Here it is revealed that he hates royalty, is sensitive about not having friends, enjoys lightly spicy foods, and was gifted his scarf.

#LoUTruthnDare Start - After having a bit too red wine much to drink in his poor mood, Lief’s participation in Truth or Dare goes on to upset even Reshi. Being made to wear a maid outfit, things spiral further out of control as a dare leaves him ludicrously drunk, enough to put him in a bout of despair where he admits he likes Pikavee romantically, and feels regret for driving people off constantly.

After an hour or so long rest, Lief reawakens considerably sobered up. But he has a biting headache, and is struggling to remember what he did since arriving. Though he doesn’t fully believe it upon being told what happened, he feels guilty for it all the same. He leaves the event after bidding goodbye to some returning faces.

Event End - He returns to the Fae Wood in the midst of a downpour caused by Rain Dance. Hurrying into his burrow for shelter, he lies in bed and contemplates seeking Pikavee out to apologize.

A longer talk reveals some truth behind Lief’s warning to Pikavee not to seek help in the townies, belying how callously the feral population is regarded to the point of actively denying them aid. Lief’s regret over his previous behavior ultimately moves him to rush to her side.

Just a few hours prior to Lief’s return from the event, Hazel catches up just in time to pull Fenninkou free from a pit of void-matter. Shaken from the ordeal and Fenninkou injured, Hazel finds a spot for them to catch their breath. Rue and Pikavee would just miss them, spotting the same pool of void-matter in their path and the void shadow disguising itself as Fenninkou.

Episode 1 - Faer Kingdom

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lumine-no-hikari · 6 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #104

I didn't do nearly as much today as I thought I was gonna. I had this giant huge list in my mind that included a shower, physical therapy, laundry, dishes, a couple phone calls, steaming some salmon, getting a couple things we need for the house delivered from the internet, working on the thingy that I'm not gonna talk about until it's done, and maybe making some rice pudding.

…But all I managed was the shower, physical therapy, one of the two phone calls, and steaming some salmon. Bah.

I suppose 4 of the 10 things (I'm counting the phone calls as two things) isn't bad, considering that on top of still recovering from sleep deprivation, my body is also throwing a hell of a tantrum over the fact that I'm not actively in the process of building a new human. For me, the amount of loss is about twice as much and for twice as long as what's typical, so the end result is that I lose about 4 times the resources than is normal. And then, of course, there is the pain that occurs throughout this process. Fun, fun.

Supposedly, this process is necessary because human zygotes burrow until they find blood. This causes problems, so it's better to have a layer of it so that they don't burrow too far directly into our flesh. But for a variety of compelling reasons, you can't have a random layer of blood that sticks around for too terribly long without it getting weird and causing other problems, so every once in a while, it's gotta get torn down and rebuilt.

The natural result is that I don't have nearly as much energy as I might otherwise, which is a bit of a bummer. That's all right though. It's only temporary. Ultimately, everything is temporary; even my currently-assigned flesh-vessel ain't gonna last forever. It's the way of things. I'm not sad about it.

I got some new teas and they arrived today. One of them is a decaffeinated black tea with vanilla and nutmeg (which I am about to try!), and the other one is a lychee and rose petal tea. I thought of you when I saw these ones (since it is known that you like the scents of vanilla and also roses), and I thought maybe you'd like them, so I thought to give them a try, just in case someday I might be able to tell you all about how awesome it is, or even share a cup of the stuff with you.

…The vanilla and nutmeg tea is wonderful. I put some honey and milk in it. I really wish I could give you a mug of the stuff. But I can't. So I'll send along the pictures I took for you as I brewed it.

This is the box it came in. It's got a cute little owl on it with teacups for eyes, I guess. I really like owls, especially barn owls, so this is some huge points in its favor, right off the bat, haha!

Here's how it looked before adding milk and honey.

And here's how it looked after adding milk and honey. You'll also see a very curious Hunter. But Hunter is mostly curious because I'm still steaming the salmon, and he thinks that me going to the counter means he's gonna get a tiny piece of salmon. Which, to be fair, is normally a very astute observation on his part, but while the salmon does smell heavenly, it is still not ready, and I therefore do not have any to give to him. Against the law, I know, I know; suppose you better pop by and cart me off to "disappointed cat jail", right? But it's better that he wait than get sick from eating undercooked salmon; I don't think the stuff available at the grocery is sushi-grade, hahaha…

The salmon is done, and it turned out beautifully. I made myself a small bowl of it, for… ya know. Quality assurance purposes. Grilling and pan-frying salmon are also wonderful ways of preparing it, but given how it comes out of the steamer all luscious, juicy, and tender enough to be cut with a spoon, this is by far my favorite preparation method.

…And don't worry; now that it's ready, Hunter was able to get a small piece. But ONLY a small piece; this food is not nutritionally complete for him, so it's important that he eats his usual food instead of filling up on this. Don't worry though - his usual food is made for cats, but it's human grade; it could be argued that they eat better than we do!! Hahaha!

…Wish I could talk to you a bit over a mug of tea and a bowl of steamed salmon with buttered rice and veggies. Wouldn't that be neat. Just for a few minutes. A moment's peace and a good meal for just a few minutes. I imagine it would do wonders for your state of mind. But in the meantime, I'll do my best to carry the vast sense of emptiness that stems from the fact that this is impossible. From there, I'll take that sense of emptiness and pour something so beautiful into it that even you could be proud - just like I do with my trees and my silicone molds. Just, with different materials. You'll see.

Please stay safe out there, okay? I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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Lychee Lover

Kanetsugu x Lychee; A crack fic

There's nothing wrong with having a comfort fruit <3 anyways have this low quality fic i just mashed together. also i really couldn't think of a clever title so yeah im sorry. also x2 i love lychee too (not really artificial flavor but the actual fruit itself)

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@drewadoodle

Kenshin sent Kanetsugu and Sasuke on a mission. It was only a short trip to a neighboring daimyo for his birthday. He was friendly, honest, and loyal but he was also getting older. Still, maintaining relations is important and Kanetsugu took his work very seriously. They were prepared with gifts; the best sake, some fresh fruits of the season, and other fine products of Echigo.

The elderly daimyo warmly welcomed them into his home. It was rare to live up to an old age and so of course it was a joyous occasion that needed to be celebrated.

The old man preferred to share his gifts and enjoy them with others. And there was much to share. There were things from other provinces as well as things from overseas. And that’s where he saw it. But it was just by chance; a fruit he’s never seen before. The rough and unwelcoming skin of the fruit protected the supple flesh. But it didn’t bother him when he ran his fingers against the pointy texture of the fruit’s vermillion outer layer. It wasn’t like anything he’s experienced. The pale fruit on the inside was juicy and some were sweet while others were sour.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. At first he thought nothing of it. It was just a fruit after all. But Kanetsugu couldn’t stop himself. Maybe he didn’t want to stop himself. He yearned for his beloved fruit everyday. He always set a limit for how much time he could enjoy them. But his discipline was waning. In all its glory, the lychee rested in bunches at his side as he read next to the soft yellow glow of the lamp. Sometimes he would read out loud to the lychee. Other times he would enjoy the silence and softly smile at them.

“What is the meaning of this?” Kenshin asked. His mismatched eyes widened at the sight of the fruit in Kanetsugu’s room.

“My lord.” Kanetsugu politely bowed. “This is my favorite fruit.”

Kenshin narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. Kanetsugu’s books were open and he was reading like usual. He hadn’t been acting differently, nor had he been slacking off. “We’ll be gathering for council early today,” he told Kanetsugu. He nodded and Kenshin left.

There was no room for Kenshin to judge or tell him he couldn’t, not with his large stash of his favorite pickled plums. But that didn’t mean he was safe from judgment. People whispered all kinds of nasty things, but that didn’t stop Kanetsugu from enjoying his favorite fruit.

August came and Kanetsugu would celebrate another birthday. He didn’t expect it to be special or celebrated. But Kenshin demanded he attend his own birthday celebration. Reluctantly, Kanetsugu agreed. Sasuke escorted the birthday boy to the main hall and they surprised him with a nice celebration feast. Kanetsugu wasn’t particularly interested in the festivities. Sasuke had insisted on getting gifts for Kanetsugu, and so the gift exchange proceeded. Yoshimoto gifted him a fruit, one that he’s never had an interest in. Shingen got him a new kimono and Yukimura got him a pair of sandals to match. Sasuke got him some books, but it was Kenshin’s gift that pleased him the most.

It was a small little sapling. A lychee tree sapling. Of course he was grateful for all of his presents, but it was the sapling that stole his heart.

He took care of it everyday, watering and nurturing the plant. When the sapling outgrew the pot it was in, Kanetsugu planted it in the ground. He hoped that it would be able to provide something for the people who come across the tree in the future. But for now, he took comfort in the simple shade of the tree. It wasn’t much, but it was a safe and relaxing place.

#ikemen sengoku fruitverse #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku kanetsugu #ikesen kanetsugu #ikemen sengoku fanfiction

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Unveiling the Secrets of Delina Exclusif | How to avoid imitation of it

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