#alci drabbles

[symposiumlover]

[highlifeboat]

“What do you think?” Alcina sat her grandson in her lap, chuckling a little at how his face lit up in the mirror.

This was starting to become something of a routine for the two. Nikola had an uncanny knack for knowing when Alcina was doing her makeup, and the five year old had been coming into her room every few days for weeks now just to sit on the bed and watch her. He seemed rather interested in her beauty products, it almost reminded her of when Daniela and Cassandra were little. Though, he hadn’t tried to steal any of them yet. Alcina couldn’t begin to think of why the boy would care about make up, but she enjoyed the company, and he seemed rather content to simply watch and sometimes parrot the things she’d told him.

This morning, however, he had toddled into the room with raccoon eyes painted on his face. He seemed rather proud to show off the smudgy back mess, still holding Melony’s eyeliner in his little hands as Alcina stared at him. After a moment she had picked him up and asked if he wanted her to help him fix his… look, and he’d given her an enthusiastic nod. It took longer than expected to redo the look, but Nikola had been incredibly still the entire time. It was hard to believe such a patient child came from Cassandra.

In the end he seemed very happy with what Alcina had done, and she told him if he wanted help again he could always ask her.

��Lady-uh… Alcina?” The countess turned her head, just to see Melony timidly enter the room. She wondered if the woman would ever stop being so meek around her. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but have you seen-”

“Mommy!” Nikola slid off of Alcina’s lap, running to his mother with the smile still plastered on his face. “Look!”

The blonde woman blinked as she picked up her son, momentarily looking at him with wide eyes. “Oh my…” Alcina clenched her jaw for a moment. She hadn’t quite considered the reactions the look would get. A boy wearing makeup wasn’t the most common thing to see in such a small village. “You’re almost as pretty as your mama.” The former maid chuckled, pressing her nose against his for a moment. “Did Alcina do your makeup?”

The countess let out a breath. “I merely helped him fix it.” She smiled. “Oh, I believe this is yours.” The older woman handed Melony the eyeliner Nikola had come in with, and the blonde pursed her lips as she took it.

“And here I was, about to blame Natalia.” She sighed out, setting Nikola down with a small pat on the head. “Why don’t we go show Mama your new look. I’m sure she’s gonna love it.”

“Yes!” The boy jumped, rushing out of the room without waiting for Melony to follow. “Mama!”

The blonde laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked at Alcina. “Um… Thank you…. For doing that for him.” Alcina raised an eyebrow. “I-It’s just nice that you didn’t… I mean-uh-it’s nice to know someone else is encouraging him. He needs it.”

“All kids do. I’m happy to provide it.” She hummed in response. “And if you want any makeup tips, perhaps try some eyeshadow.”

“Ugh, you sound like my mother….I-In the best possible way, I mean! Um…” Melony shook her head. “N-Nevermind. I better go find him. Again. I’ll see you at breakfast.” The blonde skittered out of the room, leaving Alcina to finalize her own look for the day.

From down the hall she swore she could hear Cassandra and Mia shouting about how pretty Nikola looked.

[tu-sugar-mami]

So @alcinassugarbby asked for another part of my previous music drabble, where R teaches Alci how to perrear to latino music. And if you want to get the vibe you can listen to the Spotify playlist i made specifically for this.

Also, just to let you know, this was written with latino people in mind.

I took my time with this one, but please enjoy ;)

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The castle was huge af, you yourself had gotten lost in its infinity many times, mostly when you have the late night cravings and sneakily you manouver you way out of Alcina's hold and have to find your way through the darkness of the hallways in order to find the kitchen. It was like a neverending maze, but just as it was great for parties and hide and seek games, it was a pain in the ass to keep clean.

Maids had stopped roaming the castle's halls a long time ago (more like, the family outlived them), and Alcina never bothered to hire new ones, so the chore of cleaning the place fell upon the daughters.

Your mom raised you right, you were not going to let the girls struggle with the the chores when you could do something about it, and so, you being in your right age to put music to clean but not old enough to put Juan Gabriel, you pulled out your phone, connecting it to the speaker you made Alcina buy for you, and you started to sweep and mop, with your sleep shorts on clinging to you like a second skin and an oversized shirt (courtesy of Alcina's wardrobe) hanging on your body.

You were the only one currently in the castle, as the rest of the family went out for some business stuff with MM, leaving you the entire place to do as you pleased, so you didn't hesitate to blast the music through the whole east wing while dancing around the room you were cleaning. Though you lost track of time, and when you felt a hand on your shoulder just when you were crouching throwing it back, lost in the music, you jumped 3ft in the air with a surprised yelp, only to run to the nearest couch to grab a deadly weapon, a decorative cushion, and wield it with assertive determination towards whoever had dared to put a foot inside your home.

"Whatever are you doing, dear?" You heard your lover's amused voice and you blushed, letting out a squeak of surprise at being caught while dancing like that. You didn't even hear her arrive, but then again, the music was too loud.

You quickly turned the music down, so it wouldn't hurt her ears and so you could hear her better.

"I uh, was cleaning?" You said, unsure of your answer. You went to her, giving her a welcoming hug, though it was mostly to hide your face.

Alcina, the ever teasing woman, looked at a flustered you and a smirk formed on her face. "What an interesting way of cleaning. I'm sure the floors will be sparkling when you're done." And if it wasn't enough, she added: "You're really good, my love, you should teach me sometime." Alcina could say stuff like that all day, but in reality she loved the cute way your butt bounced up and down and as cool and composed as she looked in the outside, she was having a hard time keeping her eyes (and hands) off of your lower back. Because she's a gentlewoman, and a lady, and not because her daughters are wildly unpredictable and no one could assure her they wouldn't barge through the door at any moment effectively interrupting and testing her self control.

Though what she said gave you an idea, and now it was your turn to smirk mischievously. "Oh, i can definitely teach you. I would love to, even."

Her expression went blank and her face went pale, or well, even paler if it was even possible. "No." She said without a pause.

You giggled, and she giggled too because she cherished your laugh.

"No, but really. I could teach you. I mean, i'm no master myself but i know my moves." To prove your point you smoothly swinged your hips left and right, while holding Alcina's hands to make her follow your dance.

"I don't think i can do that, dearest. Maybe is best if i refrain from doing such dance." The smile on her face was small but it made the whole room brighter and you wanted to kiss her right there, although at that exact moment one of your favorite songs, and a classic at that, could be heard from the speaker and you didn't waste a second to dance along with it.

"Watch this, Alci." You said as you started to move at the rhythm of Yo Perreo Sola. Your left leg bouncing against the floor, then you started to move your hips in a rhythmical circle with a little pause and bounce of your butt at the end of every lap. It was really simple, yet Alcina looked mesmerized. And when you bent over, with your hands on your knees, and started going up and down, Alcina's eyes were definitely glued to you.

"See something you like?" You asked, smugly.

Alcina was speechless. But her gaze fixed on your behind let you know that in fact she did like it, she did like it a lot.

You stopped and you could have sworn you heard Alcina whine. "Why did you stop?" She asked, with a tint of disappoinment in her voice.

"You didn't say anything, so i thought you might not like it." You turned away from her to hide your smirk, because it was all bs, you knew she was enthralled.

"No, no. I like it. Although i must admit, i'd rather wish you'd dance for me like this more often." When you faced her again ahe was watching you intently.

"Tell you what, you dance for me first and i'll dance for you tonight in our chambers, how's that sound?" You were struggling to keep your grin under control as Alcina seemed to seriously think about it.

"You really want to see me dance like that, don't you? You little devil."

"There's nothing else i'd wish for right now."

Alcina sighed. "Fine, i am willing to do it." She held your face with her hand and leaned to kiss you. "Just because i really like that butt of yours."

You blushed but went to choose a song nonetheless.

"Let's start with something easy." You said as you browsed through the Colores album, looking for a song that you thought fitted her perfectly and 'Negro' started to play.

Alcina had listened to your songs before, but it never ceased to amaze her how different each song was, the rhythm and lyrics, not to mention the many different languages, and seeing you so excited to share part of your culture with her– it just made her heart soar.

"Alright, how should i start?"

Your huge bright smile made it impossibe to hide how much you were enjoying this. "You see, my dear apprentice, perrear is an art where your hips are the brush and the room is your canvas. Now, with me, stand like this and try to move you butt up and down along with the beat."

Alcina was hesitant. How a lady such as herself would allow her body to move in such an... aggravating... manner? Well, the answer was that she loved you. She would do anything for you and if it was your wish to see her dance, then she'd swallow her pride and try her best.

With awe you witnessed how your lady attempted to perform the basic step of perreo, though you could clearly see she was being shy, and you didn't blame her. The first time you tried to learn in front of your full body mirror was like that too.

"How's this? Am i doing it right?" She asked, unsure.

Her posture was a bit awkward, and you placed your hands on her to correct it. "Yes, now try to lean down a bit, like this. You can put your hands above the knee for support." She did. "Now, the tricky part. Try and arch your back a bit, just a bit, while you throw it back."

"I'm not throwing anything back, dear." Alcina said, confused, and even glanced behind her to confirm.

You giggled. "Baby, i meant your butt. Like this."

Alcina followed your example, and she being an extremely smart, talented and observing woman, picked up the move real quick.

"Now try to draw a circle with your hips. Yes, just like that. You're doing great, babe!"

"I sure hope so, my love. I'm really looking forward to you dancing for me tonight." She smirked, stopping her moves and pulling you close to her, her hands on your back pressing you against her front. "I putting a lot of effort and i require praise and kisses." You were more than happy to comply to her wishes, climbing on a chair and proceeding to kiss her hungrily. Wet kisses could be heard in the room, and Alcina's hands under your shirt gently scrapping the bare skin of your back were driving you crazy. But you knew you were getting too lost in the moment, and as much as you wanted to keep drawing those delicious groans from her you still had a goal to accomplish.

With a last bite to her bottom lip you pushed yourself back and jumped to the floor, ignoring Alcina's whine of disappoinment.

"Let's move to something a little more difficult." You say, a little bit out of breath, as you change the song to Gasolina. It started with a rapid beat and you wasted no time following it.

"Oh god..."

"Now you do it."

You'd be lying if you said seeing Alcina try that specific step didn't stir something in you. Definitely her leaning down, moving her hips side to side, slightly rotating her waist, in a rapid pace was a sight to behold.

"My love, you're drooling." Her amused voice reached your ears and you got out of your trance.

"I guess i'm really good teacher." You day, the back of your hand hiding your mouth.

"Mmh, well i think so too." She laughed. A beautiful laughter indeed. "Do you happen to have more knowledge you'd like to share?"

You lit up as a new song came into mind.

"I do!" Wait a sec!"

You quickly change the song and run back to Alcina's side.

"Third step! Should be easy enough." You squat and thrust your hips forward in a repetitive smooth motion while gradually rising with every 'Tra' of the song, slowly, tempting, alluring. "What do you think?"

Alcina is staring again, and you can almost hear the Microsoft startup sound as her brain reboots.

"Would you look at that! It's already night time." She said, pointing to a half covered window that lets in a faint but clear ray of sunlight. You opened your mouth to deny it but Alcina was already hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. "And i believe we made a deal." Her husky voice and hungry eyes left no room for arguing, though you wouldn't complain.

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[thebirdohermes]

okAY. drabble of drunk person a (me) wants person b (alucard) to dance. featuring one of my very best friends because i fucking can ┌( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿

1,180 words 😳😳😳 tws for: alcohol use, drug use

Wilson took another drink from his bottle of Triple Sec. That stuff was so awful but so good at the same time. He shuddered as though he were a comic book character. The drink sinking down his throat was the worst part. But then the taste of it was so good. And the drunk feeling that came with it was great. Great until he got sick. The last time he’d gotten too drunk he’d stayed up until two in the morning freaking out to his girlfriend at the time about having alcohol poisoning. That was a whole ordeal.

The sticky citrus sweet of the drink was enough to pull Wilson in for another drink. Just another sip, that’s all. And then maybe one more for good luck. Wilson stood form the floor--when did he get on the floor?--and made his way back into the kitchen. The floor was uneven and Wilson had to take big, careful steps to make it without falling or dropping the alcohol. Hand tight grip to the fridge handle, he yanked the door open and set the Triple Sec back in its place in the door.

“Where’d the alcy go!” Jordan called from the living room. She had stepped away for a moment to grab her bong. Wilson leaned back, tugging the fridge door, and looked to the living room.

“In its home!” Wilson laughed and then scrambled as the fridge moved. Didn’t want anything tipping over on him, no thank you.

He returned to the living room and leaned in the doorway. His hands gripped the door frame and he stared at Jordan.

“I’m gonna call Alucard!” Wilson announced. Jordan raised her eyebrows, mid bong-hit. She inhaled her smoke and then exhaled, some coughing following. “He can’t drink, right?”

“I want him to hang out! He can do what he wants!”

Wilson got onto the floor and crawled over to Jordan. He would hit the bong a bit, too. Jordan obliged and handed her bong over for Wilson. They sat for a bit, passing the bong back and forth. They’d been smoking and drinking for a few hours. Nothing over the top. Just some sips of alcohol here and there between bong hits. Now that the alcohol was gone, they could just focus on the weed. The two sat on the floor of the living room scrolling through Jordan’s blog. She had a dedicated weed tag on her blog and it was chock full of stuff that she found funny while high. Wilson and Jordan laughed as they scrolled and watched videos, looked at pictures, and read posts.

Ten or fifteen minutes passed and Wilson reached for the PS4 controller. It was time to play some music. Jordan watched and nodded as Wilson brought up Spotify on the PS4. Wilson browsed for a little and found a Space Dandy playlist he liked. It had alien bops and tunes that were fun to jam to. Wilson was a big Space Dandy fan too, after all.

“I’m gonna call for him now!” Wilson announced and stood up. Too fast. He swung around but caught himself with a loud DMP of his barefoot on the wooden floor. Almost fell but didn’t!

“Bitch-!” Jordan exclaimed. Wilson turned and looked at her and then they both PFFFED and laughed. For a few moments they both did O faces and craned their necks making fake, exaggerated gasping noises.

Wilson finally stumbled into the kitchen and began sing-yelling Alucard’s name. “What are you doing??” Jordan yelled from the living room.

“I toLD you I’m calLING ALUCARD!” Wilson exclaimed. Jordan laughed in the other room and Wilson laughed with her again before continuing his calling for Alucard.

Sure enough, Alucard appeared and phased through the wall. He had a large grin on his face and he glared down at Wilson.

“My, my. You are in a mood.” Alucard reached his arms out to Wilson. Wilson grinned and flopped against Alucard. Alucard raised his eyebrows and braced Wilson. He could smell the alcohol and weed on Wilson. It seemed he and Jordan were having themselves a fun evening. Music was playing in the living room, and Alucard looked over and spotted Jordan. She was sitting on the floor. Alucard only found it a bit odd that the two sat on the floor instead of on the seating. Strange humans. Not bad, just strange. Wilson’s friendships were endearing. Maybe even heartwarming. He was glad that Wilson had such good bonds formed with people. Wilson had wonderful bonds with those he held close. A bit of a part of Alucard hoped he could have a strong bond like that with Wilson. He wasn’t human, though. Human emotions, feelings, and bonds were gone for him. Alucard knew this.

Wilson bobbed his head back and forth with closed eyes and then opened his eyes again to look up at Alucard.

“Join us in the living room! Dance with me.” He demanded. Alucard let out a short few chuckles.

“Very well, human.”

He let Wilson lead him into the living room where the music was playing from the television.

“Sup!” Jordan did a quick peace sign wave at Alucard, her bracelets jingling around on her wrist.

“Good evening.” Alucard greeted.

“Is that the standard vampire greeting?” Jordan questioned.

Alucard let out a bellow of a laugh, “Do I greet with that too often?”

“You should say something like. Like, what’s up bitches!” Wilson exclaimed, exaggerating the example and throwing his hands in a classic Bojack reference. Jordan of course got it and immediately repeated the phrase. Wilson laughed and rocked far left and right, grabbing Alucard’s hands again to maintain balance and remain on his feet.

“What’s up bitches? It’s not my kind of greeting. I shall see about that one.” Alucard watched Wilson as he rocked around. He was certain if it weren’t for him holding Wilson’s hands, he would have toppled over several times now. The television speakers spewed out a techno, jumpy song, and Wilson bobbed his head to the music. He tugged Alucard’s hands a little and moved to the middle of the living room.

“Dance with me!” he demanded.

Alucard let out an airy, short chuckle and mirrored some of Wilson’s dance moves. He hadn’t ever quite danced to modern music. He was more accustomed to ballroom dancing, or other “refined” or “classic” styles. He’d seen the way humans danced nowadays. Music, dancing, the arts, wonderful ways to express yourself. Alucard appreciated the arts. They were intrinsic to humans. Play some music in front of small humans and they danced around. The instinct to dance.

When that song ended a slower tune came on, Space Dandy Bump. Wilson swayed a little, grabbing hold of Alucard’s hands again. Alucard grinned and pulled Wilson close to himself: Wilson made a small noise and looked up at Alucard. He smiled down at Wilson with soft eyes, nearly human-like with emotion. Wilson stared back at him and then wrapped his arms around Alucard’s neck and leaned his head against Alucard’s left shoulder. He closed his eyes and smiled.

[symposiumlover]

homophobic homosexual kalmaar is top tier

LIKE, I CANNOT IMAGINE HIM AS STRAIGHT, BUT HE’S SUCH A HATER THAT HE’D HAVE TO BE HOMOPHOBIC TOO

[symposiumlover]

DSAF fans ALWAYS interact

[symposiumlover]

The masks stay ON during sex (not elaborating on this)

[symposiumlover]

Maul should have ran a phone-sex line with that sweet, sinister voice of his.

[symposiumlover]

I honestly hate ivoryshipping since Hailmar is in his 40s in my head… sigh. He’s a father figure to Vania in my opinion + it’s kinda gay to keep your king’s secrets about slavery and be close to him 80% of the time for years.

[symposiumlover]

i did it i saved ninjago

[symposiumlover]

Hc that Nokt isn’t really like A FULL ON WOLF but like, he can transform into one. Kinda like how Lloyd and Garmadon transform into Oni.

[symposiumlover]

Why can’t Pythor come back? Just a cameo, he doesn’t even need to be a villain.

[symposiumlover]

[symposiumlover]

It would be kind of interesting if instead of kicking the bucket for good, Morro became the ‘elemental master of death.’ FSM lets him roam Ninjago and the Departed Realm whenever he pleases, as long as he can pass on the messages FSM would want Wu or the ninja to hear. Morro can communicate with ghosts from the living plane, and the same thing the other way around. He can’t bring anyone back to life, but he can project them in the living world for a short period of time + make dying people die faster and has the ability to intensify illnesses, diseases and/or injuries

[symposiumlover]

Ras, being the giant evil buff tiger warrior he is, forced Jordana to work out, and Cinder was already a dumb gym rat by the time they met. Strong gang I guess, it’s just a little hc I have

[symposiumlover]

ih love the OVERLORD…. he is sexy as hell and I want him