#and then became a botanist

[floralstorms]

the botanist hemulen

[riot-in-bloom]

"In the language of flowers, a white rose means 'a promise.'"

[pearlwolf]

I finally bought Peony a room in our FC house

it's a work in progress, i wanna add more plants and floral themed furniture

[flowersforthemachines]

Some facts about Emmrich (and also the Necropolis, Nevarra and other related things) gathered from the banters

I went through all companion banters on DanaDuchy's channel after playing the game to write down all facts about companions/the world that I haven't seen brought up anywhere in the game as a writing reference (and for funsies).

Note: This list may not be exhaustive. I might have missed some something or didn't write it down because I considered it common knowledge. If you have anything to add, please DM me or send an ask! (do specify what banter the information is coming from, though)

Note 2: Posts from this series (mostly) don't include information from banters specific to quests or between companions and faction members. I plan to do another playthrough to capture more of those and will add any relevant info to the character posts.

Other characters' posts: Bellara, Davrin, Harding, Lucanis, Neve, Taash. I'm also planning a post about just the Lighthouse some time later

About Emmrich:

Family and early life:

“Volkarin” is a commoner’s name. Emmrich’s father was a butcher, and his mother was a cook 

When Emmrich was around 5 years old, his neighbours had a pig named Lucy. He was very fond of her, and she’d always let him hug her around his neck

Emmrich grew up poor (clocked by Neve based on the way he always saves his candle stubs, shows up first for meals and never leaves food on his plate) 

Emmrich grew up hearing that all dragons were so hostile they had to be slain and is surprised that Taash has found ways to deal with them peacefully 

General:

The gold Emmrich’ wears is called “grave-dowry” (or “grave gold”). It’s a Nevarran custom to wear precious objects one would like to take to their grave

Emmrich’s bracelet (not specified which one) was gifted to him on the day he became a full Watcher. The ring with a large stone was the last gift from his father. The skull pin doesn’t have a story, he just likes it

Emmrich isn’t fond of the Nevarran nobility

Emmrich’s shaving cream smells like potash (at least to Taash)

Emmrich uses moss perfume with flowers

Decades ago, Emmrich used to see an Orlesian woman who was an art appraiser

If Emmrich wasn’t a watcher, he would like to be a botanist

Emmrich displays some interest in Ferelden, mentioning that many of its heroes greatly shaped the history. Harding says that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about her homeland

Emmrich doesn't like beer because it's bitter

Emmrich prefers tea (he mentions purchasing a Brynnlaw curled-leaf blend in Nevarra), but he can also drink coffee 

Emmrich doesn’t eat meat (seafood and insects included), but he indulges in cheese. It seems to be a Watcher thing - he says that each Watcher must decide what they will and won't take a life for, and meat crosses that line for him

Emmrich likes melons, mushrooms and pineapples. He also enjoyed a plate of fried leeks and potatoes at Halos’s stand in Minrathous

Emmrich always thought he’d get married one day

After a Minrathous merchant sells Emmrich fake charms, he causes him to see skeletal faces on the windows and hear spirits whispering that false goods endanger lives as punishment. Emmrich agrees to stop once Neve tells him that she can convince the merchant to get back to selling linen if the visions cease

On magic and studies:

Some deaths may leave emotional imprints so intense Emmrich may feel them decades later 

Emmrich thinks the magic of old Elven artefacts is “rigid” 

Emmrich isn’t very good at figuring out Elven artefacts (by his own admission)

Emmrich’s first published work was A Monograph on the Vagaries of Determining a Body's Time of Death

Emmrich is roughly familiar with the dragon anatomy

Emmrich knows a lot about how bodies work (muscle-wise etc.) from the time he performed autopsies 

Watchers study the death practices of other cultures. Emmrich knew about Eb-ketarra and the Rivaini traditions even before Taash performs them at the end of their questline

On life in the Necropolis: 

When Emmrich fell for another boy during his youth, he showed him a corpse he was allowed to practice dissection on. The date was ruined by a passing wisp possessing the body and causing it to sit up and ruin the mood 

Emmrich tutored Dorian during his term in the Necropolis (“Tremendous potential, but appallingly flippant towards the dead”)

Emmrich and other watchers live in the Necropolis (Emmrich has a flat there)

On life at the Lighthouse:

It took 8 skeletons half a day to bring that slab of marble into Emmrich’s room

He didn’t bring his entire collection of books to the Lighthouse (there are more)

Emmrich talks to skulls in his room 

Lighthouse kitchen reminds Emmrich of the mortuary

Relationships with companions:

Emmrich offers to introduce Bellara to Audric, the Necropolis librarian (who appeared in Tevinter Nights’ Down Among the Dead Men)

Emmrich calls the Archive spirit a work of art  

Emmrich and Davrin disagree on parenting methods. Emmrich thinks Davrin should better discipline Assan and teach him boundaries, while Davrin suggest Emmrich should let Manfred learn more on his own (e.g. let him fall so he learns how to get up) 

Emmrich turns to Neve when he needs help acquiring some reagents he can't get his hands through normal ones, and she agrees to help him out (smuggling is involved)

Emmrich isn’t too thrilled about Neve taking over the Threads, questioning of what’s going to become with the organisation and the future and thinking it may become corrupt (sort of mirroring the way Neve is apprehensive about his lichdom) 

Taash likes Emmrich’s lich helmet. They are not usually fond of skulls, but that helmet is fine because it’s on fire

Taash thinks that gemstones like amethyst or green opal would look good with the lich helmet

Emmrich doesn’t seem to like unrealistic books as he criticised Harding’s “Gore-Knight” novels for their incorrect interpretation of magic. He is worried about people misunderstanding magic and spirits

Emmrich calls himself Harding's 'de facto physician'

On Manfred: 

(If Rook chooses to save Treviso) Manfred brings Neve tea by his own volition. Emmrich thinks it's because Manfred sensed she might need a friend

Manfred is as aware of his surroundings as most people (to a certain degree)

(If revived at the Necropolis) Manfred learns to say Emmrich’s name 

(If revived at the Necropolis) Manfred becomes much more talkative 

Manfred likes boiling tea because he is fascinated by steam

Emmrich suggests Manfred tries tending to plants in Harding's garden 

Manfred is curious about Spite and wanders into Lucanis’s room at night

Spite and Assan miss Manfred if he’s gone

On Lichdom:

Emmrich smells fine to Taash even after he becomes a lich 

Emmrich’s lich helmet burns with veilfire. He once tried using it in combat, but the flame ended up blinding him

Emmrich thinks Strife would no longer be interested in a relationship after he becomes a Lich. That doesn't prove to be true

Lich!Emmrich doesn't need to eat but still comes by the kitchen for company

The energy of Emmrich’s magic changed after he became a lich

Other liches call lich!Emmrich “Young Volkarin” 

Lich!Emmrich no longer has muscles, but when he tries out Taash’s pull-up routine, he can still feel something like “a spectral memory of flesh”, as if he had pulled a tendon

Emmrich starts seeing more books in the Lighthouse library after becoming a linch

About spirit, demons, and the Necropolis: 

There are spirits of Temperance and Diligence 

The Watchers avoid using the word “demon” because it creates bad expectations and can negatively influence spirits 

Some in the Mourn Watch suspected that elves originated from spirits, though it was just one of many theories, and not a particularly popular one

Chambers in the Necropolis can go missing (according to MW!Rook, they turn up, eventually)  

Even after the despair demon is banished from the Necropolis, the halls remain cold. However, the effects will abate with time

There are horses on display in the Necropolis

Watchers rarely get possessed thanks to the special wards of the Necropolis. Possessions also don’t happen as often because the necromancers already provide spirits with bodies, so they don't need to possess anyone by force

Bellara calls the background magic of Necropolis tidy and quiet

There something called “The Deep Necropolis” featuring sections like “The Unspoken Valley” and “The Charnel Bridge” (which has something called “nightmare fog”) that hosts all kinds of entities. Bellara is very excited to visit once the nightmare fog clears

Vorgoth ensures that the transgressions of those who use magical to cruel and abusive means will not be tolerated (whatever that means)

About Nevarra:

Many great Nevarran artefacts have been lost to time, including the Skull of Sabinar, the Key of Dead Dreamers, and the Crown of the Moon

There are strict rules about selling enchantments in Nevarra. You can’t sell anything without a licence and an inspection from the mage Circles

A Tevinter poem “Faustina's Song”, a romantic epic from the Steel Age, is very popular in Nevarra, and its quotes are used on ‘more than one’ epitaph in the Necropolis. Neve is surprised people even read it outside Tevinter 

Pineapples don’t grow in Nevarra

[skay-ali]

The forgotten daughter / a possibility or alternate universe

The idea of ​​a pregnant but unlucky careless reader is honestly intriguing, while I'm very leaning towards her having her life together after leaving her family behind, it's almost unrealistic or unlikely.

As if ___ Wayne ceased to exist and now a new person, where there was a large wallet and card with infinite funds, went to a pocket with few coins, you became a homeless girl, almost a vagabond, it is clear that you ran away from home in a fit of fury and deep pain, burying itself in your heart, even if you don't want to admit it.

Then you spend the next few days on autopilot, working at places part-time, hanging out with friends, going from party to party, consuming alcohol and other drinks until you drop, experimenting with different drugs, moving from relationship to relationship with different guys.

All to forget the pain you felt, a somewhat peculiar medicine, which only relieved you, but did not make your suffering disappear. All that until you noticed strange things on your body, a slight assumption from your friend and a test, led you to shocking news... you were pregnant.

The possibility of it being from a criminal is very high, all the places you frequented would never be entertainment for a hero in his civilian life, something about high morals and that nonsense.

You were very screwed, first because you were broke, you worked in mediocre places with poor pay, you lived in the moment... which meant you didn't have a permanent home.

Giving your baby the best home was your mission, even if it meant it wouldn't be in your hands.

I can imagine other constants here…. The main thing would be that you end up with the baby, a feeling of feeling complete reaches you when your baby is born.

Your life now is a scale that is constantly balanced trying to give a good life to you and your baby.

Maybe you end up working at a superhero-themed restaurant where a lot of men go for the girls' outfits.

It was there where you met the crazy blonde villain, Harley Quinn, who quickly attaches herself to you after meeting you and forming a friendship with you, while the woman becomes a constant in your life.

Little by little she takes you to meet her friends or accomplices, from a psychiatrist, a businessman, a prosecutor, a botanist, they were part of your new circle of acquaintances, they end up liking you and even more so when they know your story as a careless girl, maybe also the part where they see you fighting to give your baby a great life.

It's still hard to figure out for a lot of these villains, but they grew attached to you and developed a deeper, darker feeling.

You end up working at a fancy bar where all your new acquaintances go.

It was there that you saw him again, one of your old and elusive loves, perhaps the possible father of your child, whom you left when you saw how dangerous he was and that he would take you directly to see your family again or maybe to jail.

Anyway, you avoided him like the plague the short time you had, because with the death of his father, he ended up inheriting the big business where you worked.

Although your job was never threatened during your stay at the iceberg lounge, due to the paternal affection that the owner of the business had for you, something strange but that you did not give much thought to.

Now it was in danger... with this man and his sister as the new owners.

Well, that is until your babysitters came to the bar with your baby, with the excuse that he was sick and they didn't know how to deal with a baby.

Everything turned upside down when the man added your baby's age and the last time you were together, something you never did out of fear.

Suddenly you were no longer a single mother, but you ended up forming a strange life with the father of your child, skeptical at first until the man's actions made you change your mind remembering why you were in love with him.

Even though his personality and work weren't the right fit, you couldn't help but fall for him. In addition to the fact that all your friends, “uncles” or “fathers” as they loved to call themselves or take the role, got into the situation and evaluated the man, even if he was the son of one of them, they all approved him in the end even if there were some frictions. when they lived together.

The worst thing is when the man that everyone thought was dead returned, who put aside the things of crime or his work as a big businessman, as he described it to you so as not to scare you, he proposed that they get married to give the little baby a family, Well, he didn't propose, he put a lot of pressure on you to accept it, using the excuse that he wanted his grandson to carry his last name and not the family he left you, even more so before his time to leave the world approached.

You accepted after so much thought, that would give you a family, something that you always longed for, you would be happy, you were being happy now with your baby, with your baby's father, his sister, his father and your boss, your extravagant aunts and uncles.

A big wedding was celebrated on the first day of winter in the city, on a beautiful pier, with everyone you knew.

.......

There was a great meeting, one that set off the alarms of some heroes, but those of a certain city.

A large number of villains gathered, that was not good, they knew it.

Oh when they encountered his evil plans, or rather at a party, it surprised them, even more so when they observed how a villain, son of one of the worst evils in the city, was about to marry, not with a normal person but with someone some knew.

Let's just say the bat family didn't know how to react.

......

A big smile adorned the groom's features, while the ceremony was taking place, he finally got what he planned so much, it took him a long time, plus he suffered a lot, not seeing his beloved for a long time and thinking that he would never see her again. he would find had destroyed him and made him madder.

But now he had done it, he finished his great plan, he had the woman he loved so much, all to himself, and with his last vows their lives would be completely tied.

Much more so with the baby, the fruit of their fleeting relationship, their little son would keep them together no matter what, if the marriage didn't work out.

Extra points for her father, who also appreciated his future wife much more than he did him, he knew very well that his father would make sure that the girl did not leave, as he could lose his daughter.

His sister was also helpful, she took root in your life, a new friend and confidant, capable of manipulating you.

Even though you were an adult, you were actually very naive like a child.

You gave him your trust, innocently, without knowing what kind of threat he was to you, a life full of freedom.

The time they spent together made him see how much he loved you, now that he had you he would do everything possible to never be separated from you.

[birdietrait]

✿ The Home Sweet Home Legacy Challenge ✿

Info ✿

view on google docs

Use the tag #HSHLegacy so I can see your posts!!

If there are any rules that you don’t vibe with, just skip over them!

Some of the rules are centered around gameplay and some are more story-based!

You don’t have to complete aspirations or max out careers if you don’t want to, unless it’s otherwise specified in the generation’s rules!

Play with any lifespan you prefer.

Read one generation ahead to get all of the information you need!

Mods are allowed and encouraged; especially ones that make the game more realistic. I’ve linked a couple mods in some generations that can add to the gameplay! 

If you have the more traits in cas mod, pick whatever extra traits you think would fit your sim!

Rules for the generations under the cut ✿

GENERATION ONE ✿

You were raised in the city by strict parents who pushed you to be the best student in school. Despite your ambitious nature you hated the fact that you had no autonomy or free time. When you became a young adult you packed up your belongings, your pet and your limited funds and you moved to the countryside. Your cottage is rundown and outdated…it’s going to take a lot of work (and money) to make it a home. You quickly realize you might not actually be cut out for this life, but you are too stubborn and proud to give up and move back in with your parents.

Traits: Squeamish, Ambitious, High Maintenance

Aspiration: Country Caretaker OR Freelance Botanist

Career: Start with a part time job and/or odd jobs until your sim ages up into an adult, then settle into a full time job of your choice. To make additional money, you can also sell harvestables from your garden or your farm animals (if you want to go down that route!)

Starting Out: Start in Henford-on-Bagley with your pet in a small, rundown cottage with 2-3 bedrooms. You can use money cheats at this point, but remember: small rundown cottage…don’t use those extra funds for nice appliances!! When your house is done, set your funds to 450.

Rules: 

Your lot must have the ‘simple living’ lot trait

Reach level 5 in: Handiness, Cooking and Gardening

Befriend a few locals

Meet and fall in love with an outdoorsy sim with a large tight knit family 

Spend every holiday with your partner’s family, and have a solid relationship with most (if not all) of them

Have 2 kids

Take a vacation for every sim’s birthday (if you can’t afford it, throw a birthday party on a public lot instead)

Renovate the cottage over time (get new appliances, wallpaper/flooring, etc.)

Optional Rules:

Play with the ‘off the grid’ lot trait

Max out Handiness, Cooking and/or Gardening

Make the sim’s parents and make them have a negative relationship 

GENERATION TWO ✿

You grew up in a small, quiet town. After hearing about your parent’s childhood in the city, you were inspired to give it a try. You say goodbye to your loving family and set out for San Myshuno. You find an apartment and a part time job, then you get a few roommates to help with the bills. When you are faced with an accidental pregnancy, your roommates rally in support.

Traits: Loyal, Creative, Slob

Aspiration: City Native OR Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Max out the Retail part time job before quitting and selling paintings full time

Starting Out: Move into an apartment in San Myshuno with 2-3 roommates (you can use the roommate feature but I recommend actually having them in the household!)

Rules:

Max the painting skill

Have Game Night, or something similar, once a week with your roomies

Have an accidental pregnancy after a one night stand (if your sim can’t become pregnant and the other sim can, move the baby into your household when they’re born!)

Raise your kid as a single parent (with the help of your roomies)

Once your child becomes a teen, move out into your own place (it could be in San Myshuno or another world)

Marry as an elder

Optional Rules: 

As an elder, marry the sim you had a one night stand with (that ultimately resulted in the birth of your child)

Become famous (because of your paintings)

GENERATION THREE ✿

Just as the expression goes, it took a village to raise you. You were a wild, rebellious child with a love for athletics. Even though you were surrounded by love as a kid (not just from your biological family, but from your parent’s roommates) you always wanted to have siblings. You end up marrying one of your childhood best friends and you settle down in a quiet neighborhood.

Traits: Family Oriented, Hot Headed, Athletic

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Athletic 

Starting Out: Move into a house in a world of your choice with your partner.

Rules:

Max the parenting skill and the athletic skill

Have 4 children

Reach the summit of Mt. Komorebi at some point in your life

Be a hands-on parent: play with your kids, build them a treehouse, throw birthday parties, be as involved as possible in their lives

Go through rough patches with your spouse due to your anger issues

Eventually decide to get a divorce after trying to make it work (or if you have RPO, you can opt for separation instead)

You and your ex-spouse must live on the same lot and continue to raise your kids together

Sleep in your workout shed in the backyard

Optional Rules:

Remarry your ex-spouse

Reach level 5 of the handiness skill

GENERATION FOUR ✿

Although you and your siblings were loved by your parents, the living situation after their divorce was not ideal. Because of that, you vowed to never get married. You head off to university immediately after graduation and start on your path toward success.

Traits: Ambitious, Noncommittal, Genius

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy OR Academic

Career: Business OR Politics

Starting Out: Enroll in University and move into a dorm

Rules:

Max the research and debate skill, and the logic skill

Reach the top of your career

Get the best possible grades throughout your life

Have at least two romantic relationships at all times…you are never faithful to one sim

Have two kids with two different partners

(Hesitantly) become official with one of your flings and move in together

When your partner proposes, reject them and have them move out

Go on a post-breakup trip with your kids to Sulani

Rarely discipline your children. In fact, rarely interact with them

Optional Rules:

Never retire

Move at least three times

GENERATION FIVE ✿

Growing up, your parent was pretty distant and you never had a great relationship with them. They were always working, talking about work, or spending time with their significant others. One of your favorite memories of your childhood was your trip to Sulani. You and your sibling decide to move out together and live there permanently. It’s rough living in a new place with limited funds, but the two of you have some creative solutions.

Traits: Loyal, Bro, Kleptomaniac

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Criminal

Starting Out: Move into a small house in Sulani with your sibling. 

Rules: 

Max the charisma skill

Reach the top of your career

Earn money from the criminal career, stealing and pickpocketing 

Always maintain a close relationship with your sibling (who can also follow in your criminal footsteps, or work part time / odd jobs instead)

Throw parties regularly and pickpocket the whole time

Have a rivalry with another criminal that turns into love at some point 

Your sibling eventually moves out…and your partner moves in!

Have one child

Have a super tacky over the top wedding

Optional Rules:

 Max the mischief skill

(If you have this mod, you can pickpocket when your sim is younger! If you have Basemental you can also become a dealer to make money. If you have this mod, I recommend using the enemies to lovers interactions!)

And that’s all for now! I’m breaking this up into two parts, so the next five generations will be coming sometime (fairly) soon!

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Kid-Pirates Masterlist

Navigation Masterlist Here

Eustass Kid:

Shameless (NSFW Series 3/3)

You have a type, one that has been forcefully revealed by your crewmen's incessant nagging. After being ordered to return to your workshop to receive further instruction, you become fully aware of why you have been hidden away from meeting with the captain of the Victoria Punk. He was exactly your type.

"Good Boy" (one-shot)

Eustass Kid didn't know exactly when it happened, but now he craves to be praised by you. He thrives beneath your words, but the one time you didn't call him a "good boy" has him in a bratty rage.

Restrained (NSFW one-shot)

Eustass Kid didn't know what possessed him to allow his lover to restrain him against his Captains' chair. But yet, here he is: stuck and loving it.

Cellist Kid (NSFW drabble)

Your academic rival and you do not get along. You find his boorish intensity revolting, and he finds your attitude standoffish. As your conductor decides to pair you together to practice, tempers flare and passion ignites.

Longing (drabble)

Eustass Kid doesn't know how to behave around you, especially now that he's developed feelings for you.

You're So Much More To Me (NSFW Pollen One-Shot)

Desperate to impress the Straw-Hat botanist as you travel with his unruly bunch of pirates, he goes against your warning and immediately goes into uncharted territory and does the unthinkable.

Told You You'd Like It (NSFW One-Shot)

You suggested something new in the bedroom, and your boyfriend immediately shot it down. You thought that's where the conversation ended, it had now flung from your thoughts never to be thought of by you again. Unbeknownst to you, Eustass Kid was consumed by the thought so much he almost thought on nothing else.

Baby (NSFW One-Shot)

Eustass Kid wants to treat you like he does with all of his other partners. He wants to top you, degrade you, pound into you like a wild animal. But he can't. Not when you give him praise like that. He's far too in love with the pretty words fleeing from your lips to try.

Whatever you wanted (NSFW One-Shot)

For a single night, Eustass Kid gave you permission to do whatever you wanted to him. He was not expecting the direction you took at, nor how needy and desperate to please you in you pleasing him he became. Trust and love between you, you got to have whatever you wanted.

Massacre Soldier Killer:

Will You Let Me? (NSFW Pollen!one-shot)

Your crew was docked at a port, exploring a new land while you requested to remain behind. Enjoying being without the unruly bunch, your momentary calm was disrupted by the staggering step of your superior. Coughs, grunts and stuttering over his words: your concern grew more severe as you offered to help him through it.

Killer Watchdog (One-Shot)

Studying at sea was never an easy feat, especially while travelling under the captainship and serving alongside the unruly crew sailing on the Victoria Punk. As you complete your intensive over Den-Den, you notice the silence and choose to investigate the cause.

Killer Needs You Too (One-Shot)

Killer longs for you as much as you yearn for him.

Heat:

They'll Love You (One-Shot)

Heat is nervous about meeting your friends and fearing their judgement in your choice of lover. You reassure him they'll love you as much as you do.

Vulnerability (NSFW One-Shot)

Two best friends in the quiet of the night, Heat expresses his emotional and intimate encounter with you to Wire. Wire helps his friend understand his experience, and coaches him through his vulnerability while listening to the waves crashing against the Victoria Punk. (No explicit smut, just suggestive)

Art Practice:

Sketch, pencil

Side Profile, digital

Wire:

Lying down, digital

Heat as a child, digital

Stolen Moment (One-Shot)

Too much time had passed between the rare moments you and your partner found for one another. You both decide to rectify that by doing something as simple as sharing the same Crowsnest and painting your lover's fingernails.

Misc and Multiples:

Kiss their cheek (Drabble one-shot)

It was a simple reaction, an impulse you felt organic and out of your control. Their cheek was right there, and the swell in your chest and spike of adrenaline prompted you to lunge forward and capture their cheek beneath your lips. How do they react to such a soft touch? Do they shy away, or do they respond in kind? Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law, Kid

How They Kiss (drabble)

Four different kisses with all of your favourites. Where would you place them in these categories?

You Shot a Baby? Sweet Baby Boy (Dialogue + Drabble)

Benn Beckman shot Eustass Kid's arm off. You are not happy about it.

Dreaming of You (NSFW Drabble)

They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Kid, Killer, Heat

Competency, Stupidity, Duality (one-shot)

They can't help what attracted them to you. No matter what you did, they simply couldn't get enough of you. Their emotions finally catch up with them, and they confess their adoration for you. Kid, Zoro, Killer.

Acid, Salt, Fat and Heat (NSFW One-Shot)

Your captain has engaged with a petulant challenge that included refusing to make port until both Kid and Law did first. Feeling pent up at sea, you set your sights on the blonde first mate to aid you in finding relief. The catch? He won't unless his captain does too. Kid x afab!reader x Killer

Laundromat (NSFW One-Shot)

You're folding clothes in the laundromat and a needy captain Kid decides to enjoy you on the benchtop. Kid x afab!reader x Killer

Wearing Their Shirts (Mini-Fic)

What wearing Kid and Killer's shirts is like.

It won't fit (NSFW One-Shot)

The four commanders of the Victoria Punk were large in size, in every way. Eyes finally catching what goes on below their hemlines, you're brought to terms with the fact that it would be difficult to fit. Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire

Hey Doc (Series)

You are the medical practitioner aboard the Victoria Punk. You are overworked, exhausted, underpaid, but so loved and appreciated. The crew seeks you out for everything that ails them. The Straw-Hats adore you, the Heart-Pirates pity you, your own crew fears you sometimes.

[radiance1]

Ya'll know de-aged Danny, but get ready for.....

De-aged Tucker!

So, the trio has split up as they got older, still friends, but just going on with their own lives.

Sam went on to connect more with High society and becoming well-respected, as well as running multiple charity events and a botanist on the side.

Danny went ghost hunting with his family, then when he became an adult, his parents pushed for him to go to college to pursue his dreams.

Tucker?

Well, Tucker has been doing some... stuff. If he had to say.

Said stuff involved magic, another secret government branch, wizards and tech. Suffice to say, Tucker has been leading a very busy life in the dark, he's keeping it from Sam and Danny because he doesn't want to involve then in this when they have their own lives to look after.

This government branch has nothing to do with ghosts, everything to do with magic and ancient artifacts, however. He's been tracking them down for years now, constantly hacking into many of their bases and preventing them from doing whatever they wanted to do.

Eventually, however, they managed to catch wind of him and he, well, he kinda slipped up and they caught him. Not that he couldn't get out of it, nor was it the first time it happened, but still. However, this time they found him far too dangerous to continue to exist in this world, so what did they do?

Reverse his clock and banish him to another dimension, of course!

So now here Tucker was, a 10-year-old boy with none of his usual equipment and lost in an entirely other world without any help and any variety. He only had what he had on him at the time, his clothes-that were now too big for him- a highly advanced arm bracer that he regularly wore and uses for hacking- thankfully able to fit on his arm because of the nanobots it was made from- his beret and his glasses.

Well. Fuck.

So of course, he first finds a place that he could own as a child without being put in foster care, an abandoned warehouse, perhaps? Yea that would work, just needs a little fixing up.

Of course, if there's anything to bust along the way trying to find a way home, then of course he would bust it.

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The Lilac Dress (EmmRook One Shot)

Summary:

Rook was wearing the lilac dress. Emmrich's favourite. The one that made Rook’s leg look impossibly long with the slit on the side. The one that drew attention to her lovely cleavage without being too revealing. The one that hugged her forms but with elegance.

The one that always promised heights of intimacy after a fancy outting.

Or.. A tipsy Emmrich with lowered inhibitions f***s Rook's brains out.

Warning : E-rated content (5k of it...). Set post game in my head but no real spoilers.

Cross posted on AO3 (where you can check my other fics for them in my dedicated series)

Rook was slowly sipping a glass of gooseberry wine alongside an unusual guest. Dorian Pavus sent a letter a few weeks ago informing her that he was traveling around the continent, and would enjoy making a stop in Nevarra to greet her, as well as his former teacher.

Rook and Emmrich were delighted at the prospect of seeing him again and gladly accepted his invitation to share a meal in a famous and pricey restaurant of the capital.

Initially, they were supposed to meet there, but Dorian in his spontaneous fashion, decided to drop by their place before the scheduled hour of the meal, claiming he needed to see the décor of their shared lives.

So after a short visit of the house, Rook offered drinks while they waited for Emmrich, who was getting a bit tardy, retained no doubt in a longer than expected meeting.

Dorian started on his second glass as he admired the numerous displays of plants and flowers scattered around the living room, all lush and vibrant, visibly well nurtured.

“Professor Volkarin is ever the romantic man he was often accused to be it seems. So many flowers he offers you” He remarked, taking a large gulp of wine.

Rook smiled, but corrected him. “Actually, those are all gifts from me to him”

She brought those flowers back from her travels because she knew Emmrich had a passion for plants and botanic. He even told Harding once that he would have been a botanist if he did not happen to manifest a gift for corpse whispering.

At first, Rook would gift him bouquets, in the traditionnal way lovers did, but she quickly switched to potted plants that were more convenient to bring back, and avoided her the heartbreak of seeing Emmrich’s saddened expression when the fresh cut flowers eventually wilted. Only her sentimental lover could mourn flowers with such longing.

She loved how his eyes lit up each time she gifted him a new exotic plant, and how he got excited to research it aftewards. She became enamored with the way he would admire the frail blossoms every day; caress their pretty velvet petals each time he passed by, slowing down to take in their subtle perfume. Emmrich fell in love with flowers like he always seemed to fall in love with the beauty of life; with the magic of existence and the diversity of all things living. And it filled Rook’s heart to the brim with love for him.

Dorian was surprised by her confession, but mostly amused. “I understand now how you swept away the coveted and dashing Professor. You appealed to his tender heart”

Rook knew Emmrich had many short idylls when younger, both with men and women. But none of them ever connected to him on the level Rook did. She came to suspect that Emmrich’s good looks attracted the more flighty lovers. Passionate no doubt, but quick to tire when they found out he was looking for a more significant bond. And despite his openess and kindness, Emmrich’s collected and controlled attitude could have intimidated more earnest options.

Rook was saddned by the thought, but glad that fate made it so that he waited for her.

“Coveted?” She asked curiously. She was admiteddly eager to hear more about her lover’s life before her, and Dorian was happy to provide.

“Of course. You can’t possibly ignore that he moved many student’s hearts. Mine included”

Rook blinked owlishly, setting her glass down and leaning toward Dorian with renewed curiosity. “Really?”

Dorian shrugged. “Well he is a passionnate and clever teacher; patient and sensible. I could listen to him talk about the most grotesque burial rites and ask for more” Dorian leaned forward too. “And you’re familiar with his-” He cleared his throat, reining in his gusto. “-his elegant figure”

That she was familiar with indeed. Rook pictured the poor students, young and raging with hormones, having trouble focusing on the fascinating lessons just because Emmrich was the one who taught them. She wished she could spy on a lecture one day.

“Don’t go stealing him away” She exagerratedly frowned at Dorian. “I’ll get angry” She joked but still made her claim in a vain ugly and unecessary jealousy. She knew Emmrich was hopelessly devoted to her and her to him.

Dorian laughed, airy and bright. “I wouldn’t dream of it!” He got more serious then. “I know how strong a bond forged in facing death together can be”

At first, Rook thought he was refering to the Inquisitor and Solas, that Dorian knew very well. But he seemed to speak of an even more personnal experience. Maybe he had someone dear to him. He told her once about a friend he visited a few times a year, whom he seemed closed with but couldn’t introduce for political reasons. Someone special, but probably scandalous. Maybe he even had been visiting them before coming to Nevarra?

Rook desperatly wanted to ask for anecdotes from Emmrich’s younger days, but just when she was about to gather the courage to do so, the front door opened, and the subject of her curiosity soon entered the room.

Emmrich greeted Dorian, and apologized for his tardiness, claiming there had been complications with a routine cleansing of one of the Necropolis’ chambers. He then turned to greet Rook, but froze when he saw her outfit.

She was wearing the lilac dress.

He loved Rook in all states of dress or undress, but this one was his favourite. The one that made Rook’s leg look impossibly long with the slit on the side. The one that drew attention to her lovely cleavage without being too revealing. The one that hugged her forms but with elegance. The one that always promised heights of intimacy after a fancy outting.

Emmrich didn’t have much time to delve onto Rook’s outfit choice for they were awaited at the restaurant. And what a lovely evening it was.

They sat at a quiet and cosy terasse under the moon and the stars. Each dish was better than the previous one, and accompanied by passionate discussions about magic, politics, as well as reminiscing of fond memories. If Rook drank a few glasses of wine, she stopped before she felt too inebriated. Emmrich and Dorian weren’t as reasonnable, and kept filling the other’s glass almost on reflex as they became absorbed in deep talks about necromancy and art.

When dessert was served, Rook mostly listened to their heated discussions with a smile on her lips. But she knew she was not forgotten. Far from it.

Emmrich kept stealing glances her way, his gaze filled with adoration. His fingers found her hand from time to time, and her thigh on rarer occasions. There were a few stolen caresses from his leg on hers too.

It could not be helped; she wore the lilac dress. The dress that made her look the most desirable and exquisite. She could feel herself longing for the end of this admitedly pleasant meal so she could steal her lover away for the night. Her excitement was buidling up from the looks he gave her and the prospect of a night of the passion that the lilac dress entailed.

They were in such good company and at their age, both Emmrich and Rook knew how to control themselves. But at one point, the meal started feeling endless, and Rook wondered if maybe she had been too adventurous when chosing that dress that she used to wear only when going out with Emmrich as a couple. She was delighted to reunite with Dorian, but eager for meal to be over.

When they finally stood up from the table, after hours, they were the last patrons in the restaurant. Emmrich was charmingly fuddled, but Dorian turned out to be completely drunk. He ingested more alcohol, given he started on an empty stomach while waiting for Emmrich with Rook.

After a small exchange in front of the restaurant, Rook and Emmrich insisted the tevinter mage slept at their place for he was in no capacity to walk back to the room he rented. It would be better if someone was around were he to feel sick, and also, despite the safety of Nevarra’s streets, Emmrich worried about muggers.

Dorian easily complied, letting himself be guided back to Rook and Emmrich’s shared house. While Emmrich wobblily dragged him to the spare bedroom and made sure he was comfortable, Rook stayed downstairs and set to cleaning the wine glasses they left when they departed. She hoped a distraction and a grounding and boring activity like cleaning would ease the tension inside her.

She was getting frustrated. She waited so long to go home with Emmrich, so sure they would soon be alone and the torture caused by her rising desire would end. But alas, things did not go as planned. Were higher forces punishing her for mischeviously planning ahead to have groundbreaking sex with her lover after an outting with a friend?

The problem was the lilac dress. It automatically gave expectations for the night’s end. An automatic response to it that they built during months of her going out in it and then taking it off in front of Emmrich’s eager eyes. Usually the built up led to the most rewarding conclusion, but tonight, it was a trap of frustration.

Lost in her thoughts and memories of nights between the sheets, the lilac dress forgotten on the bedroom’s floor, Rook didn’t notice Emmrich presence behind her until he hugged her from behind. She jolted a bit but soon relaxed as she recognized his touch and the scent of his cologne.

He rested his head on her shoulder with a long sigh.

“What a night” He commented, both exhausted and giddy.

Rook hummed in agreement and put away the glass she just finished wipping clean. It was late, and they would have to go to bed without their usual post outting naked embrace. She was slightly disappointed, but knew there would be many other occasions.

She tried to turn around and step away from the kitchen’s counter but Emmrich held her in place in a tight embrace. It seemed he was mourning the loss of their potential fun too.

She lifted her arm and threaded her fingers in his soft hair, lightly scratching his scalp before her hand traveled down and caressed his cheek. Emmrich responded with a few loving kissed on her palm. His right hand dropped down to the slit in her dress, parting it so he could touch the bare skin of her thigh.

Then he pressed himself harder against her back and she felt his need for her against her backside.

This was bad. Because she didn’t want to move away and neither did he.

“We shouldn’t” Rook still whispered, trying to be a voice of reason.

Emmrich hummed but didn’t let go. His rings were cool on Rook’s thigh as his palm hiked up her dress, deliciously contrasting with the heat of his skin. His left hand moved up from her waist to cup her breast, feeling the enticing weight of it in his large palm.

“I’m afraid I can’t wait” Emmrich breathed into her ear, placing a kiss to her lobe, pulling on it lightly to make her shiver. “That wicked, lovely dress… I wanted you out of it the moment I came back home and saw it. Hadn’t we have company, I would even have considered doing something about it before going out this time”

Rook had misplayed. She should have changed the second they came home. Or better, shouldn’t have worn the damn dress at all. The Lilac dress was irresistible.

“Dorian could hear” Rook tried to argue with both her lover and her own desire. She had hoped for a night of fun but not with a guest in the house!

“Oh. Not in the state he’s in, I don’t think so” Emmrich chuckled, the sound rich and deep, making Rook want to hear more in that low voice of his.

His hand on her chest gently pulled down the fabric hiding her cleavage from him, and he inhaled sharply when his eyes discovered her underwear.

“Oh but this is gorgeous dearest” He praised her choice of a refined creamy lacy bra.

It was a new one; really, what was she thinking when she dressed up? Horny. That was for sure.

Emmrich then hiked up the bottom part of the dress higher to uncover the matching panties.

Withtout hesitation, he slipped a finger underneath the fabric. Of course she was already soaked from hours of imagining a more tender version of this.

“What about Manfred ?” Rook choked out, her restraint and decency barely holding by a thread of lucidity.

Emmrich’s hand retreated to her hipbone. He hesitated. Manfred could be imprevisible and he once barged into their bedroom while they were in a compromising position because he heard Rook cry out and thought she was hurt. The explanation that followed had been laborious and the mood had been killed. Spirit’s behavious sometimes were unpredictable, and the watcher pondered the risks and benefits of the situation.

Rook and Emmrich weren’t exhibitionnists, or careless about risking to be caught. They were usually quite vanilla and prefered to have tender sex in the intimacy of their locked bedroom, sure not to be disturbed. But Emmrich had a little bit too much wine and Rook was wearing the lilac dress. It was a devastating combo.

One other look down her cleavage, where the lace teasingly peeked out of the lilac fabric and Emmrich made up his mind. “You will have to keep oh so very quiet then darling” He whispered into her ear, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

They never found themselves in this situation, and Rook started to feel impossibly excited by her lover’s boldness about taking risks. However she knew from the start that she simply couldn’t stay quiet. She wouldn’t be able to with how much she wanted him already and how well Emmrich always took care of her needs. Plus she was usually a bit vocal in bed.

“I can’t do it” She shook her head, but Emmrich grabbed her chin, angling her so he could place an insistant kiss on her lips.

“Nonsense, I’m sure you can dearest” He encouraged her, leaving no room for discussion as he focused on pulling down her panties until they hit the floor.

His fingers found her clit not a second later, and already, Rook had to place a hand in front of her mouth to stiffle a loud moan. She waited so long for this and it simply felt too good to finally be touched.

She supported herself with her other hand on the counter as Emmrich began undoing her in a way only he had the secret to.

His gloved hand caressed her breast, fingers only brushing against her nipples from time to time, teasing her in the best way possible. He kissed her neck, her jaw, nipped at the sensitive spot below her ear.

“You look so lovely in that dress darling. I am a lucky man indeed to be blessed with such a view”

While praising her looks and the softeness of her body, Emmrich abandonned her drenched core to expose her naked backside, bunching up the fabric of the dress at her hips. He pressed his clothed erection to where she most wanted him, unusually careless about the stain her wetness would leave on his clothes.

His teasing was the best kind of torture, and Rook ground back against him with an enthusiasm of a woman who had been abstinent for months and not only a few days.

He caressed her backside while he rubbed himself against her through his pants until she whimpered against her own hand, struggling to keep quiet, and his erection started to ache from the restraint of his clothes.

The sound of Emmrich’s belt being unbuckled was music to Rook’s ears. The watcher only opened a few buttons of his shirt to fight the heat creeping under his skin before he opened his trousers and freed his erection from his underwear.

The sensations from before heightened when this time Rook directly felt the velvety tip of Emmrich’s desire against her folds. He thrust against her first, sliding into her wetness, purposefully letting his tip graze against her clit with each lazy move. His fingers joined in to tease her, petting her with barely enough pressure, circling her entrance where the nerves were sensitive and alite with a burning need, but never penetrating her fully.

He was teasing her in the best way, slowly, meticulously escalating the burning desire that only grew crescendo from the beginning of the evening. She didn’t think she could want it even more, but he drove her mad with his caresses. Which each new touch she felt like coming undone, but it always was robbed from her from a purposeful lack of the last little push she needed.

Emmrich was not one for quickies so him taking his time even in those circumstances shouldn’t have surprised her. Despite caving and indulging in taking her in the kitchen, he was still so in control compared to her. She was sure he wanted to ravish her, but he kept them on edge, enjoying the thrill of it. He knew their bodies so well that he could keep her just right there for hours. She knew it, and the prospect of it both excited and terrified her. She had been waiting for so long already. She deserved to be rewarded and for her devoring lust to be satiated.

“Please Emmrich ” She finally begged, bordering on insanity, her words escaping between the moans she kept in check with her hand over her mouth.

Emmrich pressed himself to her entrance, barely breaching her before retreating, taking her breath away and making her thighs tremble.

She whinned with longing and frustration. She had never been so eager to feel him inside her in her whole life. She almost felt bullied, and tears started to form at the corners of her eyes. As if the stress from the risk they were taking and the fatigue of the evening weren’t already taking enough of a toll on her body.

“I know mylove. I know” Emmrich caressed her back soothingly and ran a finger from her clit to her entrance in another agonizing caress “I’ve got you darling, trust me, you won’t regret it” He promised.

He moved the hand that was placed on her back up to the back of her neck, gently applying pressure to guide her down until she obendiently pressed her torso against the counter. She surrendered to him, head floppping onto her arms on the countertop, getting as comfortable as possible in this position.

“Good. There you go”

Emmrich kept a hand on her neck, not restrictive but still assertive enough to make Rook’s mind spin. As he praised her, he swiftly entered her fully, her core welcoming him without an ounce of resistance. He paired the gesture with a wicked flick of his thumb on her puffy clit and before she knew it, Rook was screaming into her first, the sole feel of him finally indulging her after hours of waiting making her come harder than she ever expected.

Emmrich stayed burried deep inside her as she rode her height. He soothingly caressed her thigh when she started getting down from it, her breathing coming into short pants. He leaned forward and kissed her temple, where her hair clung wet to her sweaty forehead.

“That was truly marvelous darling” He complimented her with both tenderness and raw desire. “I always wanted to try this” He confessed, the alcohol lowering his inhibitions and abolishing his restraint.

Rook mumbled something incomprehensible as he continued to praise her like she just did something incredible and he wasn’t the one who just blew her mind.

“Let's continue in bed” Emmrich offered in a flash of lucidity upon seeing the mess he already made of his dearest.

But her hand quickly grabbed his hip. No, this was too promising. She waited so long to have him inside her. And she wanted him to find release too. She shook her head.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in bed?” Emmrich insisted, but inhaled sharply when she clenched around him, holding him in place in a vice grip.

She didn’t need to use her words, only pressed her behind to his bony hips and arched her back. She raised herself on the tip of her toes to angle her hips so he would reach deeper inside her, lewdly presenting herself for him to take full advantage of.

Emmrich had always been weak to her desires and so, he obliged her wordless plea. How could he not? She felt so good around him.

Despite his urge to ravish her, Emmrich started thrusting inside Rook at a slow pace, assessing what she could handle in her sensitive post-orgamic state.

He was rewarded with the most unashamed moans each time his tip caressed her deep inside. He rarely took her from behind, for he enjoyed more romantic embraces where he could see her face; but when he did, it made for the deepest and most groundbreaking penetration.

Rook didn’t care for her noise anymore, her brain too scattered to remind her of any sense of shame or decency.

“Shhh. Quiet darling” Emmrich tried to get her to lower the volume, but he could not resist increasing the pace given how well she was taking him.

She responded marvelously to his new tempo, her back arching and her mouth opening on a series of short blissfull whimpers.

Emmrich had trouble controlling his pacing from how she was sucking him in, openly invinting him in the very core of her intimacy. But she was growing too loud, even for this thrilling risky tryst.

“Quiet dear, or we’ll have to stop” He repeated, voice hoarse but assertive, one hand coming to press on her lower back to stop her from grinding back into him as she chased her pleasure.

Rook felt the pace slow more than heard her lover’s warning. The loss of friction left her distressed and still so impossibly aroused. It did not feel like she just came. She needed more. She felt insatiable, desire running wild and electric under her skin.

“No please, please don’t stop!” She begged, high pitched and teary.

Emmrich winced as she squirmed, squeezing him. Her voice was even louder as she pleaded with him; alarmingly so. He couldn’t possibly get her to their room without her waking the whole household with her lament. It was almost worse than her moans. His teasing and the evening in the lilac dress had rendered Rook so scatterbrained that she couldn’t be reasonned with anymore. Emmrich had to do something to end this disaster.

And so he took it upon himself to help keep his dearest quiet.

A yelp of surprise escaped Rook as a gloved hand pressed against her mouth, followed by a shameless moan as the leather on Emmrich’s fingers pressed into her cheeks. His work glove was opened at the palm, where she could lick and press kisses to the warm skin. The contrast of both sensations drove her crazy with need.

It was so rare of Emmrich to be so bold and bossy. She had to seize the opportunity. This was probably the most adventurous sex they had in many years.

Rook grew quiet and went immobile under her lover’s touch, surrendering herself once more to him, letting him dominate her fiery spirit because she knew he would take good care of her and bring her the best of gratifications.

With one hand on her mouth and the second one gripping the dip in her waist tight, Emmrich guided Rook back against him and started fucking her again. Deep and slow at first, then quicker, almost punishingly so as he lost himself into her. She resumed her loud moaning, thankfully muffled this time by his glove. Her bouncing on his hips was a sight for sore eyes, the slapping of skin against skin obscene in a way that usually could have revolted him, but mesmerized him tonight. Rook, indomitable Rook, was gorgeous and at his mercy, trusting him to fuck her brains out like she dreamt of all evening.

Emmrich himself imagined a few scenarios during the meal, all inspired by that lilac dress. But to be this lewd; he never would have thought it possible at his age.

He was surprised he could even handle the impossible rhythm with which he bullied Rook’s pliant body. She was wailing into his palm, drooling even, and he soon brought her weakened body closer to him, holding her steady as her thighs quivered. Her breast was escaping the restraints of her pretty lacy bra from the force of Emmrich’s thrusts in sinfully marevlous bounce. Truly, he never put her under so much vigor, and some part of him almost felt bad for making her cry out like she did. But Emmrich knew her body too well to not understand she was enjoying herself very much.

That height he was guiding her to would be devastating, and she feared it just as much as she wanted it.

Emmrich’s panting breaths fell into her ear and it felt amazing to witness him so hot and bothered. From the corner of her eye, she could see a few lose strands of hair falling on his forehead and sweat pearling on his temple from the effort of it all.

“Come on, take me with you my love” He encouraged her in an impossibly deep hushered voice as his rhythm started to falter from exhaustion, as well as his imminent release.

She felt on the precipice of death. The last small push of her undoing was a hard press of his hand between her legs; probably too rough, but perfect in that moment. With a cry of relief and bliss, she died a little death. Her whole body tensed and shook before it became impossibly relaxed, like she was floating, envelopped in a warm blanket of pleasure.

Emmrich followed after her, releasing as deep inside her as he could with a quiet moan, so careless and indecent compared to his usual habit of pulling out.

He hugged his lover close to him as he tried to get his breathing in check. His heart was thundering in his chest, his pulse thumping in his ears, making him a bit dizzy. He kissed Rook’s temple lovingly to ground himself and comfort her, but for one second, he was afraid she had passed out on him. Her pulse was quivering but weak, and her breathing surprisingly deep despite their recent activities.

“Darling. Are you still with me ?” He asked, worry seizing him once the post orgamisc haze had lifted.

Rook hummed, still conscient but her mind far away as she rubbed her cheek against his lovingly.

“You were amazing. Truly beautiful.” Emmrich praised, relieved. His palm possesively splayed on her lower abdomen, where he filled her more than he ever did. Where she welcomed him and only him.

“Now” Emmrich did his best to gather back his wits and be a gentleman again. “Let’s get you to bed”

When he pulled out of her, he realized how much of a mess he made of her. An alarmed “oh dear” conveyed both his mortification and his pride when he saw traces of him and her drip down her thighs. He carefully bunched up the lower part of her dress, and held it up in one hand so it wouldn’t get stained. He then managed to lift Rook in his arms and carried her bridal style upstairs to their shared bedroom while she giggle blissfully.

There, he took care of her, cleaning her up and helping her change before he brought them both a glass of much needed fresh water. And maybe later, with the lilac dress forgotten on the floor, there was room for another (few) more tender embrace(s).

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The following morning, Emmrich had trouble getting up as early as he usually did. Despite knowing they had a guest to tend to, he still sneaked down to the kitchen in his fanciest velvet dressing gown instead of actual clothes.

Downstairs, he found Manfred calmly reading in the sofa. Emmrich greeted the curiosity spirit, and congratulated him on his quiet behaviour. Together they then started making tea. Strongly infused tea.

Dorian’s footsteps were soon heard in the living room. He flopped onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. He tried his best to maintain his usually smooth and charming attitude but there were noticeable dark circles under his eyes. His complexion was a bit dull too.

Manfred placed a breakfast tray in front of him and Dorian turned away from it, visibly a bit nauseous. He looked up to find Emmrich approaching, nursing a cup of tea. The younger mage couldn’t controle his surprised expression upon seeing his former professor in his night clothes.

“I am truly sorry for the poor display I offered last night Professor. I was so delighted with the evening that I got tricked by the port like a young boy” Dorian said, running a hand through his hair to coiffe it better.

“Oh don’t worry about it. It happens. I myself overindulged too I fear” Emmrich sighed as he sunk onto his favourite armchair. “And please, I already told you to call me Emmrich” He tiredly added.

“Right” Dorian nodded before he asked. “Rook was the most reasonnable one it seemed when it came to intoxication”

A flashing image of Rook’s naked and soundly sleeping figure crossed Emmrich’s mind. When he woke up, he had lovingly pulled the covers over her to keep her warm and comfortable. At this hour, she was still recovering from a different kind of intoxication; one he tried not to think about, least he found himself embarassed in front of their guest.

“If you wish to take a bath, please be my guest” Emmrich redirected the conversation away from his lover, while also doing his best to be a decent host.

Dorian shook his head. “I think I shall leave you. I wouldn’t wish to impose any longer. And I long for a few more hours of rest somewhere I won’t bother anyone.”

Emmrich nodded, placing his cup on the coffee table before getting up.

“I suppose I shan’t see Rook before I leave?” Dorian asked, the hint of a smile lighting his tired expression.

Emmrich cleared his throat and put on his best charming smile, joining his hands together as he did when lecturing. “I am afraid she is feeling a bit under the weather. I could wake her if you’d like…”

Emmrich let Dorain interrupt him on purpose. “Oh no, I wouldn’t want to disturb her… restful sleep”

Both men exchanged a look that made Emmrich realize they hadn’t been quiet enough the previous night. The tip of his ears turned visibly pink, but Dorian knew from the glare he received that he better not comment on what he suspected.

“I shall leave her a note then” Dorian said, amusement in his raspy voice.

“Yes, yes, perfect” Emmrich agreed and told Manfred to fetch some paper.

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When Rook finally rose from the bed, it was well past noon. Emmrich greeted her with a kiss to her forehead, asking if she slept well. Honestly, she slept like a log. After she nodded, she looked around the house.

“Dorian is gone?” She remarqued, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“I’m afraid so dear. He wished to be at peace to nurse his hangover. But he left a note for you” Emmrich told her as he sat back in his armchair, the newspaper in hand.

Rook took the carefully folded paper from the coffee table. As she scanned the words, her expression switched from amusement to mortification.

“Did you read it?” She asked Emmrich while Manfred brought her a cup of tea that she accepted with enthusiasm, thanking the skeleton like he just brought her the most wonderful of gifts.

“Of course not. That would be most impolite and respectless of me. It is adressed to you dearest”

Rook crawled to the edge of the couch and handed her lover the small piece of paper with a flushed face.

“Dear Rook, I thank you for your hospitality. I had a wonderful evening” Emmrich chose to read aloud, but his voice faltered as the text came closer to its end. “But probably not as enjoyable a night as yours”

Emmrich gulped and Rook hid her face in her hands in mortification as her lover whispered the last line. “I was glad to see you and the professor are blissfull in all aspects of your life as a couple”

Emmrich ran a hand over his face with a muttered “oh dear” and Rook decided that from now on she would wear the lilac dress only when they got out just the two of them.

[mochinomnoms]

A Floral Inconvenience

You came into Twisted Wonderland with nothing but the clothes on your back, a literally fiery cat, and an immune system not conditioned to handle the foreign antibodies in the air, earth, or water. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t caught some sort of incurable disease, probably because most diseases here required magical output to survive, like plants and water. You weren’t immune to your own feelings though, and magical disease and illnesses have a funny way of adapting themselves to their potential host. It was then that you found yourself prepared for springtime hay fever and allergies, after all pollen was pollen no matter where you were at. What was unexpected, and thus not prepared for, was the disease known as hanahaki, or the flower sickness. Long ago, there existed a family of mages that lived in a small mountain village deep within a jungle that was established by a family of mages. The family protected their village with fantastical and magical abilities, each unique and extraordinary as generation from generation grew. One of those mages, the Flower Bride, had the ability to grow a magnificent array of flora with just the wave of her hand! Flor de mayo, jacarandas, figs and vines all made their home with the Flower Bride. She had a heart so full of feelings, love for her home, family, and her beloved, of course, that her very emotions affected how dazzling those blooms were. The Flower Bride then decided that others should be able to demonstrate their love in the same beauteous display as she did: after all, who wouldn’t want their love developing into only the most lovely blooms? As such, hanahaki was born. Some see it was a blessing, a push, an opportunity for one to confront their feelings. It’s a realization that what they’re feeling is indeed true, the type of love that can only be achieved in fairytales. Others saw it as an inconvenience: after all, sometimes it just wasn’t the right time to confess your love, or they’d be coughing up petals mid-speech, kind of annoying honestly. Yet the sickness would continue until they acknowledge their feelings, the love died down, or it became a chronic illness. Officially dubbed hanahaki by researchers in the East, the disease was also referred to as the flower sickness, being twitterpated, and sometimes even the lovesick florae by the general population. The most commonly afflicted persons fit into two categories: the positively, without a doubt, enamored sort, the twitterpated or lovesick sort of folk. Or, they were the kind to bury their feelings deep deep down and just one day die. It wasn’t unique to any singular species either. It had adapted to afflict humans, beastmen, and even merfolk. Why, not even fae were immune despite their natural immunity to magical disease. Really, it shouldn’t have been any surprise that the emotionally stunted students of Night Raven College would be prime targets for their own bout of hanahaki.

An event to christen the creation of my blog! Please feel free to request or use for your own!

Requests Close 10/20/2023

Rules

Anyone can use this event and prompts on their own blog! Tag me in so I can read all your stories!

This event will be for TWST on my end, others are free to use for whatever they'd like!

All request will be up to 2000+ words, with a max of 3 characters per request.

Chose up one prompt for each character and indicate if you want romantic or platonic. You can also indicate if you want fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive, etc.

No NSFW for this event (on my end at least, everyone else go nuts)

Reader will default to gender-neutral unless asked otherwise

Dialogue Prompts

“Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”

“So, I hear you've been coughing up daisies lately. Got any plans to enter the flower business?”

“You know you have it bad when you start sneezing petals every time your crush walks by. At least it's a colorful allergy!”

“I can't believe you're faking a cough just to get some attention. And you're using fake flowers for the petals? That's commitment!”

“I think the local florist is in love with me. Their shop is making a killing off my Hanahaki. Do you think they'll give me a discount?”

“You've got to stop sending secret admirer bouquets to yourself. The delivery guy is starting to think you have a dozen secret admirers.”

“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.”

“I have a steady, loving partner. you on the other hand have a left hand and a sunflower cough.”

“Why'd I have to get a nose full of lilies? I'm allergic, this is so unfair.”

“You think with all the lavender on my head I could make my own syrup out of it?”

“No, I've been practicing my sleight of hand! Watch as I make a bouquet of tulips magically appear—ACK!”

“No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!”

“Here, your favorite flower! Hmm? Where'd I get them? Uh, I just found them, around…”

“I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”

“I've never heard of a flower sickness, are you talking about seasonal allergies?”

“Look, even if confessing would let me get rid of the poppies, I'd rather not. Maybe I'll just learn how to make poppy seed muffins or something.”

“Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.”

“Dude, are your freckles turning into baby's breath?” “AHH!”

“Aren't lotus flowers really good for your skin? Babeeey, I'm set for life—” “NOT WHEN THEY'RE GROWING OUT OF YOUR EARS!”

“Look, I care for you and want you to get laid, but imagine all the money we'd save on tea if you kept growing chamomile from your head.”

“Blehhhg…” “You know I always knew I'd be holding your hair back as you puked your stomach out at a party, I thought it be from the alcohol though, not flowers.”

“You know, some people pay a lot of money for Hanahaki bouquets, have you considered—OW! It was just a suggestion!”

“I'm so happy that you confessed first.” “Why?” “If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.”

“Man, sunflowers have got to be the worst to be puking up.” “Nah man, it's roses and their thorns! They scrap up all up your gums, my dentist bill after was ridiculous!”

🌸 a floral inconvenience masterlist 🌸

gardenias & peonies: silver x f!reader – #13

stargazer lilies: sebek zigvolt x f!reader – #5

dahlias; zinnias & cosmos: ruggie bucchi, trey clover, [separate] x gn!reader - #15, #1

teonanácatl mushrooms: jade leech x gn!reader - #18

lavender roses: floyd leech x gn!reader - #14

lavender: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #18

marigold: vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader - #7 & #12

blue hydrangeas: idia shroud x f!reader - #24

baby's breath & red roses: riddle rosehearts x f!reader - #14 & #19 [QUEUED]

amaryllis: lilia vanrouge x gn!reader - #1 [PENDING]

carnations: leona kingscholar x gn!reader - #18 [PENDING]

asters; purple hydrangeas: ace trappola, jamil viper [spearate] x gn!reader - #22, #24 [PENDING]

gerbera daisies: trey clover x gn!reader - #3 [PENDING]

orange poppies & water lilies: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #17 [PENDING]

sunflowers: jack howl x gn!reader - #8 [PENDING]

chrysanthemums: jamil viper x gn! reader - #1 [PENDING]

green roses: malleus draconia x gn!reader - #13 & #14 [PENDING]

pink poppies & cala lilies: jamil viper x gn!reader - #17 & #22 [PENDING]

sunflowers: leona kingscholar x f!reader - #8 [PENDING]

BONUS:

azaleas, cornflowers, & white roses: ace trappola, deuce space [poly] x gn! reader - #6, #3, & #22 [PENDING]

[catwhoisawizard]

Hello gposers of Tumblr!

I would like to get to know you all better and get more involved in the FFXIV community here on tumblr! My particular blend of brain weirdnesses make it difficult to be consistent about making gposes myself, but I do it when I can. I haven't made any recently because I've been on a bit of a hiatus from the game for personal reasons, but I want to share some of my older shots as a start!

So without further ado, here's a short introduction to my current cast of characters! Please feel free to leave comments or send asks with questions about them!

Name: Zhera Anki

Age: 35 (as of DT)

Gender/Pronouns: Cis female, she/her

Orientation: Polyam Lesbian

Canon combat jobs: SCH/WHM/SMN

Canon non-combat jobs: BTN/CUL/ALC

Homeland: Limsa Lominsa (raised there), Ala Mhigo (born there)

Notes: Mixed race Keeper/Seeker. Her Keeper family is descended from survivors of Amdapor. Her Seeker father was a member of the Fist of Rhalgr. She is autistic and has utilized her hyperfixations and special interests to learn multiple difficult skills quickly. Buff.

Zhera is a former Storm Captain and veteran of the Primal Wars, the Garlean War, and the Final Days crisis. Now retired, she became an Archon (her specialty is aetherology and Allagan Summoning) and now spends her time raising her adopted child Hhemetso and working as a freelance botanist. She is close friends with her worldline's WoL, but played a secondary role in most of the events of the MSQ.

Name: Retha Othan

Age: 84

Gender/Pronouns: Trans female, she/her

Orientation: Polyam Pansexual

Canon combat jobs: RDM/SGE/WAR

Canon non-combat jobs: ALC

Homeland: Tenth Shard

Notes: Was AMAB, but learned alchemy and transitioned by using transformative potions similar to Fantasias that she made herself, and continued to make them to help others transition. Was an Archmage of the Red in her prime, but an injury caused her to lose the ability to use magic, and she didn't get it back until getting her new body in the Source. Was happily married to a man named Tavel and had multiple children and many grandchildren.

Retha is Zhera's reflection from the Tenth Shard. She was her world's primary WoL and saved it several times over, but living a hard life eventually caught up to her in her old age, leaving her frail and unable to help when the Ascians made their final move to Rejoin her Shard. She escaped by volunteering for a desperate last minute plan to use experimental magic to send someone's soul to another Shard in the hopes of bringing back help. The transfer succeeded and she found herself sharing a body with Zhera, her counterpart in the Source, only to learn that she was too late: due to unexpected temporal weirdness in the Rift, she had arrived 1500 years after her Shard was already gone. She has since gained her own body and is now building a new life in her new home.

Name: Kjet Anki

Age: 143

Gender/Pronouns: Non-binary, he/him

Orientation: Asexual

Canon combat jobs: WHM/BLM/MNK

Canon non-combat jobs: BTN

Homeland: Hingashi/Gridania

Notes: He is a Viqo'te, as his other mother was a Viera. He is the reincarnation of Deudalaphon and was forced to take on his predecessor's memories against his will; he developed his time travel spell by adapting techniques used in one of her abandoned experiments. He briefly tried to learn the Dark Knight arts, and his Ascian memories took form and consciousness as his Fray before he accepted them; she is now his headmate, calling herself Hephaestia, the name of the previous Deudalaphon prior to taking the Seat.

Kjet is Zhera's son from a separate timeline than her. In his timeline, Zhera lost the war with her depression when he was about 20 and she gave in to despair. In an act of desperation to fix the world, she summoned a perfected primal using her own soul as it's core. The resultant entity was a fusion of her at her lowest and Ifrit at his strongest, calling itself Zhera Ifrita. Following her mandate to "end war by any means necessary", she started a campaign of political manipulation via tempered thralls and eventually outright conquest to unite the entire world under one state, with herself as something akin to a god-queen preventing war via tempering and draconian social policies. While extremely talented with both White and Black magic, Kjet is ill-suited for violence, and was forced to spend over a century in hiding as he watched the world around him succumb to the monster wearing his mother's identity. Finally, in an act of desperation, he managed to develop a primitive time travel spell and used it to travel back to before Zhera lost her hope, but unintentionally made a split timeline in doing so (the method he used does that to prevent a paradox). He has since started building a new life in this timeline, but the threat from his home timeline is not gone...

[hihhasotherfixations]

Wedded - Dragon! John Price x Reader | Chapter 1

When you are mistaken by a dragon as his promised bride, you unexpectedly need to learn how to live with your new husband. After all, the dragon made a deal, and he wants his end of the bargain - you.

Current | Next Chapter

The results of the poll were clear. Dragon Price is first to come up and be written. This was also the only option who’s fic had multiple chapters sooo, woop woop! Hope you all enjoy :3

CW: f!reader, dragon Price, violence in future chapters

Word Count: 3028

Walking into the town, your eyes curiously looked around, an excitement blooming inside you – one you always found yourself in any time you got to a new part of the land, finding cities and villages you never knew existed.

This time, you’d made it to a village just south of the roaring mountains. A range that spanned the border of the land near the east. It was a relatively small village, and as you walked through to the marketplace, you immediately became aware of how close-knit the community was, as everyone seemed to know everyone.

Making you stick out like a sore thumb.

Still, your travels hadn’t gotten you this far if that was something that scared you off. And without further thought, you stepped up to one of the market brokers. The man was a botanist, obviously, selling herbs and wildflowers, your keen eyes curiously scanning around.

“Hello, madam!” The vendor perked up, giving you a once over, noting the large bag slung over your shoulder, as well as the leather-wrapped stick you were leaning on. “New to town?”

“Good morning.” You smiled politely. “Yes I am. It’s very nice.” You said, though as you looked around, it was evident that a scuffle had recently taken place. Broken wood and scorch marks riddling the buildings around.

“Can I help you find anything?” He asked, that typical salesman smile on his face.

Giving a small smile back, you shook your head. “No, I’m just looking for now.” You declined.

As you perused, you recognised most of the man’s wares. Within your own bag that was currently slung over your shoulder, you kept several exact specimens like the ones laid out before you.

After all, you’d been collecting them.

For the last three years, you’d been scouring the land, finding and testing herbs and wildflowers for their potencies and effects. What was once a hobby had become your life, with you abandoning your old one in the process. Yet not a day passed where you regretted your newfound freedom.

“Say, you seem very knowledgeable in this.” The vendor suddenly spoke up and you glanced at him, tilting your head in curiosity. Seeing that, the man explained. “Your eyes zero in on the rarer plants and skip over the common ones. Not many know them like I do.” He complimented.

“Oh, yes.” You smile. “I’m… well, a researcher. I’m writing a field guide on the plants of this continent and their effects.” You said, slight pride in your voice. Though it wasn’t a secret per se, saying it out loud was not something you often did. But giving the man’s profession, you figured it was worth a shot. “I’m looking for some rarer plants and I must ask, what is this one?” You questioned, pointing at a flower to the right. It had white, pointed petals that slowly turned blue the closer it got to the core, yellow spore marking the centre while the stem and leaves itself were green. Nothing like you’d ever seen before.

“That? Oh, that is a mountainscale lily.” He smiled, picking up the dried specimen. “Very rare. Found only in caves high up in the mountains.” As he said that, he turned and pointed to the looming mountain behind the village.

“I’ve never seen them before.” You mused, leaning in to get a better look.

“They’re native to this region. Only grow under very specific circumstances.” He explained and you nodded, curious.

“Is this in a place I could reach?” You questioned, making the vendor frown.

“I would not advise-“ “Ah! Hold on!” A woman suddenly interrupted, sliding in beside the merchant, her hand on his arm. The man looked a little startled, glancing at her in confusion, to which the woman nudged her head in your direction with an easy smile. “Look at the lady, she’s well equipped! Don’t be underestimating her now.” She teased, bumping her hip into his before squeezing his arm to get his attention and sending him a pointed stare, one you felt you shouldn’t be witnessing. At it, the man glanced from her to you – who was standing there confused – before grunting as he looked away from you, muttering under his breath.

Confused, you turned to the woman who turned to face you while smiling wide.

“Sorry about that. I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“That’s… okay.” You hummed, shifting your hiking stick to your other hand, a little put off by her sudden appearance. “So, am I correct in saying you think I could get to where the flowers grow?” You questioned, the woman seeming to light up.

“I am positive! In fact, I would like to ask to make a deal with you. Hire you, if you will.”

That was both intriguing and concerning at the same time. Anyone could take one glance at you and see you weren’t exactly a mercenary for hire.

“Darla, no-“ The man started, placing his hand on her shoulder, but the woman just shrugged it off.

“Hush now, I’m sure it will be no problem.” She smiled, keeping her eyes on you, to which the man grabbed her elbow, forcefully turning her to face him.

“Don’t. This is our problem. We must bear the consequences.” He said pointedly, but Darla scoffed and yanked her arm free.

“We have a perfectly capable young woman here.” She spoke, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry, what’s going on?” You asked, confused and before the man could say anything, Darla stepped in.

“These flowers. They have a healing capability. About a month ago, our village was raided and our supply stolen.” She spoke, a resentment sounding in her voice. “It was supposed to last us through the winter but now new flowers need to be plucked. The problem is that gathering them requires skill and knowledge. No one but my husband can do it, but he injured his leg during the raid and hasn’t been able to make the trip.” She said while gesturing to him.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear.” You frowned in sympathy, looking at the vendor who had a defeated look, sitting down on his stool behind his stall. When looking around at the village, the evidence of a scuffle was clear. And not a small one. Not only were there the ruins and scorch marks around you, some houses were even burned down on the outskirts – which you’d seen when coming into town.

“Listen.” The man spoke up, catching your attention again. “The mountains aren’t easy to traverse, especially with an injury. It’s not a safe road. Think about this.” He warned, looking at his plants, avoiding your eyes.

Your brows creased together in thought as you then looked at the woman. “So… what is it you want?”

Darla perked up, her eyes landing on you before turning pleading as she walked around the stall, grasping your hands and holding them up between you and her. “We will tell you how to find the flowers. And in return, I beg you to retrieve a satchel full of them for our village. We cannot survive winter without them.”

Blinking in surprise, you looked from her, down to the pressed flower laying on the wood of the stall. You’d never heard of a flower which had capabilities such as that. 

“I-“ You glanced up at her again. Her hand was holding yours tightly.

“You can take this one for free.” She then quickly spoke, grabbing the pressed flower and pushing it into your hand.

Frowning, you looked down at it, briefly studying the colours and make before sighing, looking at the vendor again, who was still looking down. While the thought of a flower having such potent capabilities was hard to believe - not without it having some sort of addicting feature – the opportunity to study it was too good to pass up. “Okay.”

At your simple word, Darla lit up, grinning wide, though it was almost scary as she then turned to her husband and hugged him. “We’re going to be alright!” Before you could say anything, she moved back over to you, gripping your shoulders. “You will save every young maiden in our village from a terrible and ill fate.”

Letting out a bit of a confused chuckle, you leaned back a bit. “Why, does the flower not affect men?”

At that, Darla cackled a laugh – a surprisingly pleasant sound.

“Come, let me give you a map and explain how to get there.” She smiled, placing her hand on your backpack, gently pushing you with her, leading you across the market.

And in the haste of her offering you a place to stay at her impressively lavish two-story house, food, a map into the mountains and all the instructions that came with it, you failed to realise that the herbal vendor never came to the house, nor that neither him or Darla wore wedding rings.

- - - -

Leaning on your stick, you paused at the edge of the trail, huffing and puffing.

Since the early hours of dawn you’d been walking, resting periodically to make sure you’d be fit to continue.

According to Darla, the hike to the nearest cave containing the wildflowers was ten hours – on top of the hour you’d already travelled by horse together with the woman.

She had been incredibly helpful, sticking close to you and repeatedly thanking you for being willing to do this. Hell, it almost felt like she was glued to your hip until the moment you reached the foot of the mountain, where she was all too eager to send you off on your way, taking the horses back home.

Not that you blamed her.

Walking over to the rocky face of the mountain, you leaned against it, staying away from the trail’s edge, not to keen to fall down it. Shifting down to sit, you pulled your backpack off your back, digging in to get your journal where you flicked to the most recent entry.

Opening the page, you carefully picked up the pressed mountainscale lily, turning it in your hand. Before parting ways with Darla, you’d asked her many questions about the flower’s properties. She’d seemed a little flustered, almost unwilling to talk about it.

Glancing down at your notes, you pulled out the charcoal pencil from the spine of your journal, drawing a line down from the drawing you made of the flower.

Hunching forward, you scribbled a single word before a loud thud suddenly echoed through the forest down below, making you snap your head up, looking over the sea of orange-leafed trees before you. Far in the distance, birds rose to the air, making you hum curiously.

Glancing back down at the journal, you placed the flower back between the pages before closing the book, getting back to your feet again, ready to pass the next few hours mulling over your new hypothesis, that one word echoing in your mind.

‘Addictive?’

- - - -

Pulling your coat tightly around yourself, you shivered, tying the strings directly under your chin. Even with the sun shining fully in the sky, the air was frigid – a cause of both the height you were walking at, as well as the nearing of winter.

You’d long since pulled out your woollen hat, keeping yourself as warm as possible, your hands feeling like ice.

Holding your map tight, your eyes glanced from the parchment and up the trail you were currently on. It was small, a goat’s path more than anything and one misstep would result in you plummeting down onto rocks far below.

Yet as you looked right, you couldn’t help but be in absolute awe by the view.

As far as your eyes could see, the forest stretched. Along the way, a wide river shimmered in the slowly setting sun, everything bathed in a gorgeous light, enhancing the golden leaves of the autumn trees. If you weren’t at threat of losing the light, you’d have sat down to draw it.

Looking back at the map, you breathed out, exhausted. Your feet hurt, every step making you question whether or not this was worth all the hassle. Yet as you grasped onto the brittle rock on your left and rounded the bend, you saw it.

A large opening sat in the side of the mountain, a plateau in front of it providing plenty of space. The cave opening alone must have been the size of nearly two houses beside each other.

And about ten meters in front of you, you saw it.

A mountainscale lily gently flowed back and forth in the breeze, the petals gently moving.

Firmly pushing off your stick, you began walking towards it, crouching beside the flower.

It was small, incomplete and evidently not growing in ideal circumstances, too exposed to the wind.

Leaving it where it was, you kept going. The cave sat about thirty meters ahead and your heart began thudding in excitement.

Every herb and wildflower you’d documented so far was one you either already knew, or had vaguely heard of. All of them were known, most likely researched, used in experiments until every purpose was exploited. But this one? You’d never heard of a flower like this. And the thought of you being the first to properly document it? It filled you with an eager excitement.

Reaching the cave, instantly you saw the lily’s on the edges of the opening, blooming in the dirt-like ground that littered the plateau you were standing on, the forest behind you and far below.

Taking off your backpack, you moved over the left, crouching by a cluster of the flowers. Digging into your pack, you pulled out your journal and knife, carefully starting to prod at and study the flower, carelessly scribbling anything of note down.

Your mind was only focused on a single thing, yet as you inspected the flower, you noted that even in its alive state, the colours were less bright than the pressed flower the vendor had given you. Even these flowers weren’t sufficiently growing.

“Is it the cave?” You mumbled to yourself, setting your items down and getting to your feet.

Slowly, you started to walk in through the massive opening, your body casting a tiny shadow in the large circle of light.

For a minute or so, you moved. Yet the further you went, the more you walked, a dread slowly started to settle in the pit of your stomach.

Something felt off.

Stalactites hung from the ceiling, ominous and casting shadows onto the top of the cavern.

The light from the entrance was pale, limited. And as you walked forward, you slowly got to the cap of it. Daylight reached into the cave in almost a halo. A safe circle of pale light, ending where you stood now, right at your feet.

Normally, you didn’t feel like this. Normally, you’d step into the shaded part of a cavern without trouble but in this moment? You couldn’t.

There was something about this place that wasn’t right. Unnatural.

…Warm.

The cave was warm.

It was subtle, not immediately noticeable until you focused on it, but still your eyes widened in realisation of that fact. Despite climbing high up, damn near into the mountains to get here. There was no frigid cold. The difference from the moderately chilly air outside and in here was noticeable. And it definitely didn’t come from the watery sun outside.

A breeze suddenly picked up, a gust of wind so fast you had to snap your hand up to hold onto your hat, your eyes closing on instinct as your clothes billowed and ruffled.

Clutching the strap of your bag with one hand and your hat with the other, you dared to peek an eye open. Yet as you did, your heart sunk, watching as the sun that had been shining on your back was blocked, a shadow sliding in and covering your body.

The gust of wind passed, your heartbeat thudding harshly in your chest as you could hear every breath you took, your eyes wide as you stared at the unnatural shadow currently cast over you. A shadow that shouldn’t be there. A shadow that wasn’t a second ago.

Slowly, as if a thousand weights hung on you, you turned your head around. And the clench of your jaw slackened as a terror fell over you.

Sitting there, sprawled  across the opening of the cave, hung a dragon.

With scales a deep green, its eyes were fixed on you, unblinking while it sat. Hanging on the rock, its massive form blocked out the sunlight, small slivers only escaping near the corners of the scaly creature, the light almost casting it in a halo. Or hellfire.

You’d never seen a dragon before, only heard stories of knights or travellers, regaling the terror and power they could wreak.

You didn’t dare blink or move, just stuck in a staring contest until for the first time, it made a noise as a billow of smoke escaped its maw, a rumble echoing through the cave as it shifted, muscle rippling and scales glistening in the light.

With a deliberate and slow movement, it flexed the joints of its wings, stretching them slightly and blocking out even that last bit of sunlight that was on your body, fully encasing you in its mighty shadow.

With barely anything else to do, you turned your body around to face it like your head was, and as if on cue, that made it move.

Slinking down from the large cave entrance, the dragon landed on the rocky ground, front paws thudding down before the rest of the body followed, moving towards you.

Terrified, you stumbled back, wanting to run, though your heel hooked behind the uneven ground of the cave, making you fall onto your back harshly.

With the wind knocked out of you, you’d barely opened your eyes before you found the dragon’s maw hanging right above you, an amusement dancing in the crinkle of its eyes.

“Please-“ You whispered, only for the dragon to not hear as it instead spoke.

“Finally made the decision to show up, did we? You’re four hours late.”

-

I’ll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can! Please let me know what you thought and if there is interest for a tag list for future chappies ❤️

[constantlybrainrotting]

you guys will never guess what time it is...

COMP DANCER AU TIME!!!

on todays roster, the main characters as well as the more important characters to this au, their roles, specialties and some facts (in order of oldest to youngest)!! keep in mind some of the characters are underage, as that is the prime time for competitive dancing

Mel Medarda (19)

Studio: Piltover Dance Corps

Team: Senior

Specialty: lyrical/contemp

Mel was originally born in the city of Noxus to the wealthy Medarda family

in 6th grade she ended up moving in with her estranged uncle, who lived in New Piltover, after her and her mother got into a huge arguement

he ended up signing her up for dance as a way to get her out of the house and to stop sulking

she ended up loving it so much she dedicated her whole life to it and refused to move back with her mother at all since Noxus didn't have a good dance program that she was looking for

she quickly improved and was asked to join the competitive team in 8th grade, where she thrived

this is when she met Elora, who ended up in her class that year and they quickly became best friends

she wants to become a professional dancer when she gets out of high school and has gotten an offer with the New Piltover Ballet Company for their lyrical specific program, leading to her in the end running the NPBC

she teaches the younger part-time kids lyrical and tech classes

her and Jayce ended up doing some partner work during the nutcracker one year and ended up becoming good friends because of it

she ended up having to ask out both her boys because one is dense and the other has a hard time with social ques

she is choreographing a few solos as well this year

met Lest in her civics class (her mother insisted) and she was quickly was added in to make the iconic trio (Mel, Elora, Lest)

her mother ended up moving to New Piltover when she was brought to the senior team and has become the most involved dance parent ever omg

i chose lyrical for Mel because of the way she walks and presents herself in the show. her walk and movements are soft and intentional and pairing that with the way she fights with her magic, she is shown to use a lot of fluidity with her whole body which pairs well with the fluidity of lyrical

i however also chose lyrical because of her unpredictability. while everything to her is intentional, to everyone else she can be conniving with both her movements and speech. i find it would work well with contemp because it does have these moments of chaos before softening up and moving back to a neutral state.

Sky Young (19)

Studio: Zaun Dance Movement

Team: Senior

Specialty: pointe/ballet/lyrical

Sky is Viktor's best friend and biggest pain in the ass tbh

you think being a ballet kid makes her calm?? WRONG we are agents of chaos

as one of the only ballet kids at the studio she is pushed even harder by Silco and in turn has become closer with the Lane-Shimmerson family

her favourite solo has been her demi-pointe to the song "Gypsy Dance I" from Don Quixote when she was 15 because she was given a tambourine to use (yes that was an actual dance i did and i wanted to include it because i love that one so much lol)

she is going to university next year for a major in plant science/botany and a minor in both statistics and entomology

she wants to become a botanist with a specialty in plant genetics

always pairing up with Mel in science because Mel's dweeb boyfriends are a nightmare to pair up with in science

we don't know a whole lot about her in the show but we do know that in the first season she was very timid so i wanted to give her an opposite effect when she dances.

i picked ballet/pointe for her because at it's core ballet as a whole can be both soft and intense and i wanted to create that space for her where she could be this agent of intensity and allow her to express herself in a healthy way. i did however to the opposite by picking lyrical for her as well, as to bring through that softer and timid side to her with softer and flowy movements (i really hope that made sense)

she currently works at a local flower shop part time and teaches ballet to the rec kids

Viktor Lane-Shimmerson (19)

Studio: Zaun Dance Movement

Team: honorary senior

Specialty: being a bitch <3

OH HOW I ADORE THIS GREMLIN

he was adopted through surrogacy by Silco and Vander before they gained any of the other kids actually when the two were a year into their marriage

Silco and Vander were both 21 at the time

has a good amount of health problems that no one caught when he was a newborn and it ended up giving him a nasty case of femoral anteversion that he received surgery on at one point

he uses a mix of a heavy duty knee brace, kt tape, his cane and a fuck ton of tiger balm to help with any pains and such

when his parents opened up the studio, he was the main cause for the adaptive movement program and he ended up joining as a way to help strengthen his bad leg (his physio therapist actually recommended it (DO NOT TAKE THIS ADVICE I AM NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, I AM SIMPLY JUST A GIRLY IN THE ARTS))

he is always around the studio to the point that the current senior group think of him as one of their own

he attends all the comps and thats actually how he met Jayce when they were younger

besties with Sky and they love talking smack

he will sit in on dance classes and tell you where you fucked up because he may not be a dancer but his entire family is so he knows what he's talking about tyvm

always pairing up with Jayce in science because no one wants to pair up with either of them (they collectively have caused so many accidents in that room)

has both a badass gf and boyfriend who both dance!!

my guy is a disabled guy surrounded by athletes and he WILL pull out the disabled card everytime

low key got a bit of the tism (his special interests are infectious diseases, cults, programming, science as a whole and unsurprisingly dance, specifically it's effects on the body)

because this man cannot take a break, he is double majored in kinesiology and mechanical engineering when he heads of to college next year

he wants to become a sports medicine physician with a specialty in dancers, as well as to create more physical disability aids, ergo the mechanical engineering degree

he's such a good older brother tbh and is the best person to go to for advice according to his siblings

Powder and him get along especially with their shared love for the sciences

during recitals, he is backstage coordinating with the backstage crew on lights, curtains, backdrop, etc.

while he himself doesn't do comp dance, he is proficient in creating choreo that he choreographs solos for his siblings that always do well

he works part time at the studio doing all sorts of odd jobs like front desk work, organizing costumes, creating programs to help with front desk, and honestly whatever Silco needs done

Vander is his dad and Silco is his tatínek (papa in Czech according to google translate so let me know if im wrong pls)

Calls Claggor ""Button Vi "Bolt", Mylo "Duckling" and Powder a mix of "Powder Keg, Shadow and Little Rabbit", and will occasionally call any of them "Sestřička" and "Bratříček"

he is the loudest mf in the audience okay, like hes so loud you can distinctly hear him in the recordings and people refuse to sit beside him it's actually a problem (no ur honor i am not projecting myself on Viktor shut the fuck up-)

Jayce Talis (19)

Studio: Piltover Dance Corps

Team: Senior

Specialty: hip hop/tap

Jayce has been at PDC since he was young and has been there probably the longest of everyone

Ximena was a professional dancer and had put him in dance to share the love with her son

unfortunately his father had passed when Jayce was 8 due to a driving accident in a blizzard when the family was driving to see Ximena's family

Ximena suffered the loss of 2 of her fingers while Jayce luckily just suffered with some nasty cuts and bruises

he hates blizzards with a passion since then and refuses to leave the house when theirs one no matter what

he loves the cold however because this man is a FURNACE

he also works at his late fathers forge part time that creates medical aid devices

i have him as a hip hop and tap kid for different reasons. this man is BIG okay, big and bulky that when he swings his hammer in canon, it is through jerky and heavy movements and I find that translates well into hip hop. hip hop would show off his more intense and rougher self that we clearly see in season 2. tap however is closer to his season 1 self, lighter and airy and overall a more laid back look to him

i believe tap would come easiest to him and he would be a natural at it, to the point that its all muscle memory to him, while hip hop he has to think about more, giving him an intense look to his hip hop

i also just think he would love the clicking of tap shoes given his part time job in the forge

he first met Viktor when they were fairly young at a competition and Jayce made it his MISSION to befriend this pathetic looking boy (little did you know, that is Viktor's ruse and that man is a MENACE)

Ximena and Vander would set up play dates with the two because Jayce would not shut up about his new friend and it was a year after the accident and he needed some cheering up tbh and Vander thought Viktor needed to socialize and no, talking on cult forums is not socializing Viktor do not listen to your other father-

while they went to different elementary schools, they ended up going to the same middle/high school where they formatted themselves as a duo

definitely has adhd and whenever someone close to him brings up a special interest or general interest, he does deep dives into it to talk to them about it

CANNOT stop moving

and for the moment we've all been waiting for, hes dating both Mel and Viktor and the three have a polyship and are known around school as the Brains and the Brawn, Viktor & Jayce as brains and Mel as brawn because as strong as Jayce is he is but a pathetic nerd and Mel grew up in Noxus where people are known to be ample fighters (she also beat the shit out of a girl when she first came to the school for talking smack about her uncle who hadn't deserved to be talked in that way)

over time he has had increasing knee, joint and muscle pain in his left leg that doctors are just straight up not believing him about and keep giving him the same 5 pages of exercises to do that don't work (it was Viktor that suggested the part time use of a knee brace and tiger balm when it gets bad)

he was accepted into a biomedical major at the same university as Viktor and will be doing a double major in mechanical engineering - he wants to be able to help people with disabilities and pains and give them better access to treatments with his inventions. it definitely helps that both he and his boyf are a part of those communities and want to work in similar fields. (in the future their most popular invention is the HexCore, a series of leg braces that helps take stress off the leg, allowing for more range of movement without allowing for the leg to loose muscle and strength (side note; do not ask me how it would work, i almost failed 10th grade science okay-))

Claggor Lane (16)

Studio: Zaun Dance Movement

Team: Senior

Specialty: ballet/tap

the second oldest of the Lane-Shimmerson clan

Claggor is actually Vander's younger brother (their mother was 17 when she had Vander and 41 when she had Claggor and she died in childbirth, their father left after their mother found out she was pregnant with Claggor and gave up all rights to the boy)

he only has Vander's last name even though he is officially adopted by Silco due to Vander's request on wanting to keep his mother's final request of her son to keep Claggor simply a Lane (her maiden name)

A 24 year old Vander was also dealing with a 24yo Silco, who was in performances quite a bit and a 4yo Viktor in his toddler years so he had his hands full but the 2 of them made do and while Claggor knew of his origins, he never saw Vander as a brother in any sort of capacity, Vander is his dad and Silco is his tatínek

he's dating Orianna Reveck (SHE'S TECHNICALLY IN ARCANE OK AND IM PROB GOING TO FACTOR IN LOL CHARACTERS IF I NEED MORE) and they are so cute ngl

i picked ballet for 2 reasons, one more selfish than the other lmao. the first reason is that with the way he uses his strength in the fight against Deckard in canon, can easily be translated into great partner work and lifting in ballet and it ties into his less intense demeanor compared to Vi and Mylo. the other is that i think a ballet/pointe duet with him and Orianna would be adorable and I think the partner work would look so good!!

i also went with tap for him because as we noted earlier, his fighting is heavy handed and i think a good intense tap with a lot of stamping would really work well with him.

Claggor is a very focused person and really enjoys the STEM subjects - he is debating on going into the biology field and asks Sky lots of questions on botany

him and Orianna have friday night dates because it's the only night they are free during the week and they tend to rotate between movie night, rollerblading, karaoke, the arcade and dinner + ice cream

his love language is gift giving and he when he finds random trinkets on the street, he gives them to who he thinks would like them like he is always bringing pretty flowers and rocks to Orianna, found a pile of gears by the junkyard for Viktor and Powder, a vintage coin for Vi, a skeleton key for Milo (which no one knows how he found it honestly even him), etc.

he has nicknames for everyone (Vik and Braniac - Viktor / Vi - Violet (he was the one to start it actually) / Lo and Pebbles (Mylo hates that one) - Mylo / Bug and Blue - Powder / Ori and Doll - Orianna / Little Man - Ekko / Kay - Caitlyn / Mar - Margot / Big G - Gert / you get the gist)

he's suprisingly friends with Margot Vyx and have been since elementary school

he works part time at the cafe and really enjoys working there when he has time

he has been dancing since the first year the studio was open when he was 4

Violet "Vi" Lane-Shimmerson (16)

Studio: Zaun Dance Movement

Team: Senior

Specialty: hip hop/contemp

our favourite head blocker is the full on middle child in the Lane-Shimmerson clan

when she was 10 years old her parents passed when they were participating in a protest for better pay at the NPBC by trigger happy cops that came to break it up (both were dancers at the company)

that was the day that Vander and Silco took her and Powder in, as per the will of their parents (the four were very close and Felicia+Connel named the two godparents of the two girls)

Vi bonded more originally with Vander since Silco was recovering from an injury he had received that same day from the protest. She calls Vander pops and it took her much longer to call Silco papa (she ends up calling him Sil more than anything though)

I had a very clear vision of what styles i wanted to have Vi specialize in

I gave her hip hop and contemp exclusively based off her fighting style and her roof running, because if you look closely, the way she moves in certain situations can work with either style

her fighting leans more towards the hip hop style, heavy hitting and strong at its core. she has a tendency to use larger but fast punches at first but switches to smaller jabs to disorient her opponents that work seamlessly with hip hops use of levels and erratic pacing. the same erratic pacing of her punches also work seamlessly with contemp, having be known as one of the more intense pacing styles of dance

her roof running however is a lot more graceful and meticulous, with a lot of quick footing that contemp loves to use and flips that are more correlated with hip hop

her and Caitlyn are in a very sweet and hidden relationship but it is quite legit only hidden to Silco and Cassandra who are always 5 seconds away from ripping the other to shreds (Vander and Tobias think its hilarious but would love for their respective partners to chill so the girls can be cute with them)

Tobias was actually very hesitant about Vi and Caitlyn's friendship at first since they started with a bit of a rivalry and it was Cassandra who told him to give her a chance because Vander is a good man and she trusts his parenting more than her urge to fist fight Silco

she takes up boxing at the closest gym and is pretty good overall

she's actually a huge reader and her favourite school book is "The Kite Runner" and her favourite non-school book/series is "Assistant to the Villain"

has a one sided rivalry with Deckard that she doesn't realize she has (he hates her and she is indifferent to him)

everytime she sees Loris at a comp she gets excited and the 2 are always cheering eachother on despite the difference in studios

Vi and Jayce are not aloud to be left alone together because last time Jayce sprained his wrist and Vi almost broke her collarbone from trying to do a stunt

it's so bad that Viktor/Mel and Caitlyn fear what would happen with the two at their respective weddings

when the two studios do a collective show, Vi and Caitlyn do the sweetest lyrical duet ever to "Physics and Love" by The Public Service

Vi teaches hip hop to the rec kids part time and does some solos when she can

Vi's contemp solos are extremely dark and heavy in theme while her hip hop solos are light and upbeat

she wants to either become a dance teacher, firefighter or a writer one day

she joined the studio during the 2nd year it was open when she turned 5 since Felicia and Connel wanted her to have a healthy outlet and support their friends new studio

Caitlyn Kiramman (16)

Studio: Piltover Dance Corps

Team: Senior

Specialty: lyrical/pointe

Cait is by all definitions a dance nepo baby but no one actually gaf because shes actually good and applies herself

i decided on giving her pointe because of her use of a rifle in the show which sounds odd but trust me on this one!!! using any sort of gun, but specifically a rifle, takes a good amount of focus, concentration and precision which are all qualities needed for pointe, so going off of that, i think she would throw herself into ballet and pointe and absolutely love it

i think that her love of ballet would also translate well to lyrical. lyrical is the byproduct of mixing ballet and jazz together so the softer lines would really appeal to her and basing off of her season 1 personality mainly, she is a soft hearted individual who can portray the emotions needed for lyrical in particular.

Caitlyn is genuinely such an amazing dancer that it's what initially drew in Vi to have a crush on her and the exact dance that made her realize that crush was to "Winner Takes it All" (side note, i found this solo while deep diving and i think it is so gorgeous that i had to have Cait do it)

she is one of the golden kids at the studio since her routines always score high and she dances in such a specific way that you can tell it's her

she teaches some of the rec ballet classes and the younger rec part time ballet classes

shes a mediocre student surprisingly! she is always studying but her grades are c+ to a- most of the time

she's a huge cry baby and you can always find her in tears after doing or watching a sadder routine

as the youngest on her team, her nickname is "mouse"

it was hilarious to them all when she asked to be cast as a rat in the nutcracker after receiving the nickname

shes always down to do a bit - that girl is a huge jokester when she gets close to you

shes also always baking and will drop off goodies to ZDC and PDC both (Vi is always excited for a sweet treat and when she first dropped off cupcakes thats when the nickname "cupcake" was born)

she is in a current debate with herself to become a journalist or to continue with dance

her and Jayce have a serious sibling/cousin relationship due to the closeness of Ximena and Cassandra and are always picking on each other

she takes pilates and yoga classes when she has the chance

she hates not being busy and tries to book up her time

has the prettiest dance photos its actually so rude

she is always cracking her joints its to the point her mother is worried she needs a chiroprator

she buys Vi flowers all the time and when they first got together, she bought a bouquet for each of the siblings

she was the one to give Mel and Viktor the shovel talk when they first got together with Jayce and it was very funny watching this 13 year old girl threaten two 16 year olds much to Jayce's embarrassment

Mylo Lane-Shimmerson (15)

Studio: Zaun Dance Movement

Team: Inter

Specialty: tap

Mylo is the second youngest of the Lane-Shimmerson clan

he was the last one to join the family as an emergency foster placement

Vander and Silco full on forgot they had signed up to be foster parents when Vi and Powder came into their custody so you can imagine their surprise a year later when they got a call at 3am about an emergency foster placement of a 9 year old boy who had come from a case of extreme neglect

he was very slow to open up to the family but ended up bonding with Powder who took it upon herself to keep him company in his sulking, just being a little chatterbox and showing him her inventions until he started to open up to her

as one of the youngest, he is constantly fucking with Powder who is 5 seconds away from jumping his ass in class

he was 11 when he finally joined the studio, wanting to relate to his new siblings easier and quickly took to it

for Mylo i took some creative liberties in choosing his specialty for a few reasons. in his fight scenes he quite frankly is a horrid fighter with wider punches and little to no muscle mass so i had to only go off his general presentation of himself, specifically the way he walks and his general attitude

Mylo at his core embodies the tap genre very well. he is loud and brash on the outside but has these moments where the quieter noises take effect to bring a softer side to him and add dimension to him and the tap genre

i also just think he would love the noise that tap shoes make tbh

he does the most intense and high energy tap solos

hes the only one that Smeech doesn't completely hate since he can pull off intricate tap moves

can jump stupidly high its so annoying but so good for ballet

he does however hate ballet so it's a double edged sword for Silco

he is closer with Silco to everyone's surprise since they bonded over their random trinket collections

hes the class clown 100% and loves to make people laugh

he and powder are really close despite how mean he was to her in the earlier years of his stay and he calls her "pipsqueak, brainiac" and was technically the first one to nickname her "jinx"

he was fully adopted when he was 13 and he low-key was sobbing when it was ruled that he could stay with the Lane-Shimmerson's

he regularly sees a therapist to help with the trauma from the neglect in his youth (her name is Leanne and she is a godsend)

he wants to become an entrepreneur when hes older and work in sales and marketing

because of this, Vander has put him in charge of the cafe's social media to help him gain some experience - the people love his posts

Ekko Prospero (14)

Studio: Zaun Dance Movement

Team: Inters

Specialty: hip hop/acro

fun fact time! his last name Prospero is from Shakespeare’s The Tempest, symbolizing control over time and destiny. (thank you namecoded.com)

i originally had him just specializing in hip hop but after reviewing his fighting scenes, adding in acro would make the most sense given his form on the hoverboards

he would be the type of hip hopper to be extremely light on their feet and move quickly compared to heavier hitters like Vi and it would translate well into his flips and tricks for both acro and hip hop

he knows how to do some insane tumbling sets that always have the crowd cheering

his parents were never together but he lives with his dad Benzo since his mom passed in labour - his step mom Amari (random name that i threw in) is wonderful to him and treats him as her own

he and Powder originally met through a party that Vander and Silco had thrown when the two were 3 and have been inseparable since

when they were younger, Ekko, Scar, Eve and other unrevealed character were in a hip hop small group ad nicknamed themselves the "Firelights" after the song they had danced to and are still a close knit group

him and Jinx do the most ridiculous and insane acro duets and they are always a fan favourite

he is always showing up to the studio with his skateboard and a dream, trying new tricks while attempting not to hurt himself so Silco and Sevika don't kick his ass

he started dance the same year as Powder did and for years he only did it because he wanted to hang with Powder until he took up acro his second year

he really looks up to Claggor and will always be watching his routines even if he is up past his bedtime

as he's grown older, hes gathered a small crush on Powder that he refuses to act on

him and Powder once did an acro duet to "Red Flags" by Tom Cardy and it got so many special awards that year

he loves doing hip hop solos with Vi

he gets such good grades because 1 he is just naturally smart and 2 he studies quite a bit, he want's to be able to be given any and all opportunites

he's a tiny tinkerer, always fixing items around the house - Benzo got him a fancy toolbox one year and it's his prized possession

always has some sort of jerky on him it's actually concerning

helps Powder pull pranks on the older kids

they once managed to tinfoil the entire studio much to Silco's annoyance

they both got grounded for that one

Powder "Jinx" Lane-Shimmerson (13)

Studio: Zaun Dance Movement

Team: Inters

Specialty: acro/musical theatre

MY GIRL IS FINALLY HERE!!!!

i gave her the acro specialty due to her quiet and snake-like movements and well as her general ability to move and flip quickly while fighting. to me that is only elevated by the shimmer she receives in season 1 and would make her SO GOOD at acro, with a further specialty in silks

her musical theatre specialty would come from her ability to act less dangerous as we see in multiple scenes throughout the show. that girl would LOVE the dramatics of musical theatre you cannot convince me otherwise

she IS the studio sweetheart as the youngest Lane-Shimmerson

she also has schizophrenia which has been medicated for years at this point but she regularly sees a therapist to help with it nonetheless

she's a little spitfire like she is in canon and that translates to her style of dancing, lots of drawn out moments followed by intensely moving scenes

because Babette does most of her musical theatre solos, she sees the woman like a grandmother of sorts and she goes to her for all kinds of advice

Silco is by far her favourite dad mostly because he teaches her all kinds of random shit outside dance and encourages her habit of inventing things

she has always followed Viktor like a little duckling and he's where she found her love of inventing shit

in later years, he has choreographed her musical theatre and acro solos both

she goes to a local gymnastics place to learn how to do silks and they incorporate it a lot with her acro solos and routines

when she first met Isha, she was her assistant and Isha immediately took to her which has led to a very sweet mentorship between the two - leading to Jinx seeing her as a little sister

she LOVES playing pranks everywhere she goes

her and Smeech have so much beef that its a genuine physical struggle to get her to tap class

Vander had to actually lift her up and stand by the door every tap class when she was younger

her favourite acro/silks solo was to "The Ballad of Jane Doe" from Ride the Cyclone and it got her a top soloist award that year

she also has a small crush on Ekko and is essentially forcing Ekko into pulling the first move because she's a little shit like that

during her last senior year, her and Isha do a final duet that they both cry every time they do it

gets mediocre grades in everything but science and art

she is determined to become both an engineer and an artist when she's older and combine the two to create insane pieces

the Lane-Shimmerson house is never safe from her glitter bombs - it used to be paint but Vander quickly shut that down for the safety of the furniture

shes always doodling

Mylo during his mean years once called her a jinx so to spite him, she made it a nickname and makes Silco put her down as Jinx on her comp registration forms every year

she loves doing flips and will give everyone heart attacks by doing them at the most un-opportune times

is ALWAYS cracking every bone in her body

always annoying Sevika and that woman cannot ESCAPE (Sevika is so tired of her shit ngl)

Isha Lowe (6)

Studio: Zaun Dance Movement

Team: Mini

Specialty: acro/hip hop

little Isha is here!!!

i am of the belief that she would want to be just like the older kids, taking after Powder in particular so she gets an acro specialty as well as a hip hop one because who wouldn't want to see this cutie do hip hop

Isha is mute from damage to her vocal cords at a young age

she does however have the LARGEST attitude omg

LOVES Sevika omg

she is always watching in on her classes when she has the chance

not a whole lot on Isha but she would end up as a somewhat important character at some point due to her relation with Jinx in this AU

[solar-sunnyside-up]

Community gardens-

Community gardens are a piece of land gardened or cultivated by a group of people, which you can do individually or collectively. So they can be done on private or public land. 

Community gardens are not only a testament to community care and mutual aid, it's also almost a radical act of protest and activism. You're combining and sharing resources, which is inherently anti-capitalist, and you're actively protesting climate change by cultivating the land and bringing back native plants. They exist in various forms, it can be located in the proximity of neighborhoods or on balconies and rooftops. They are far from a one size fits all, they are built to meet the needs of the people cultivating them.

History-

this is gunna be a long one yall--

1890s-- Rapid urbanization in Europe and North America lead to community ran gardens to supplement food stocks that the city couldn't maintain causing an obscene cost of food. Thus lead to cities across the world attempting in their own ways to handle the problem-

1893 - Detroit Mayor Hazen S. Pingree took office with citizens even calling for “bread or blood”. In the mist of this crisis the city establishes a program that required vacant lots to be used as gardens and farms for the unemployed citizens have access to food. The deal the city basically makes is 'we will provide the land for you to farm, you feed yourself by farming it!' Later called "Potato Patches" would convert thousands of acres of vacant and idle land in the city for subsistence gardens, then cultivated by the unemployed in order to ensure citizens access to food regardless of the employment or economic status. At its peak, 1563 families participating over 430 acres of donated or City land. This would become so successful that later other cities like Boston and Buffalo would later adopt similar programs.

In England, “allotment” gardens were created to improve working-class people’s food provision, living conditions, and overall health of people living in suddenly crowded city centers.

Marseille in 1896, “les jardins d’ouvriers”, or ‘the workers’ gardens’, were created by a clergyman, with the purpose of reducing the misery of the working class and improving living condition.

1917- The War Gardens Commission was established to call on citizens to become, "Soldiers of the soil," planting gardens to meet some of their own domestic need for food as well as solider rations. (talk about abandoning your citizens for the sake of war >.>) Providing booklets, cartoons, and plenty of propaganda to teach everyone able to grow and preserve their own food supplies. War and Victory Gardens running well through the 1920s into the 50s. Often communties would have a vacant lot or shared spaces to also fullfill any need that wouldnt fit on private land. By 1944, between 18 to 20 million families with victory gardens were providing up to 40% of the vegetables in America.

1970s - In major cities that were fighting both economic crisis and urban decay as a result of white flight to the suburbs. Bringing rise to community groups like The Green Guerillas-  built of horticulturalists, gardeners, botanists, and planners who work to turn abandoned or empty spaces in New York City into gardens. The group threw "seed grenades" into derelict lots and developed community gardens, often without going through official channels. It became especially popular after the concerted redevelopment of a dangerous, trash-filled space at the corner of Houston Street and Bowery in Manhattan.  That first and now oldest recognized community garden in New York City on a street corner, grew to be over an acre and remains active as of 2023 now named the Liz Christy Garden after its founder who wanted a safe space and good food for children in her community.

2010-Current

Millions of community gardens spanning across the entire world have been reestablished. Particularly over the course of 2012 on wards in order to get back to connecting with the soil and feeding low income housing. Many of the gardens today also hold other community functions like yoga and woodworking classes, socializing centers, holding events, and act as a 3rd space where there are so few these days. Becoming more like a community hub over just a simple source of food.

How do I join or create a community garden?

Join an existing garden- look up one in your area here

To create your own, you will need to do your own research on your city or towns bylaws but generally you'll need a few things-

Gather friends/group to garden with

Secure a place to garden, as well as access to water

Gardening Equipment

Happy Gardening!!

Also @solarpunkani this is for you!!!

[crusty-chronicles]

Hi,

Can I request kurama x human reader who share his love for plants and nature which makes him fall for them?

Thanks for considering this requst

An: My man's would be gushing 💯.

Kurama With An S/O Who Loves Plants

It's inevitable he becomes smitten

Someone else who shares his love of plants? You're his.

You start out as one of his classmates.

Just another face in the crowd.

It isn't until you have a project together that he gets to know you.

You'd chosen to do it at your house. It was more convenient that way. There'd be no interruptions and you'd get to finish faster.

There was just one catch though.

“My house is kinda humid. I like to keep the temperature high. If it's too much we could always work in the library,” you explained.

The heat was something he could handle. It wouldn't bother him in the slightest. And when he stepped foot inside, it was pleasantly bearable.

What he was not expecting were the ferns littered around your living room. Along with several other types of potted plants.

They all looked to be well taken care of, too. Seems you had quite the hobby.

He followed you to your room. Fingers skimming over the leaves of a pothos as he passed it. If you saw the action, you didn't mention it.

In your room were a few more plants placed towards the window sill. One in particular caught his attention. Through the foliage he could see glimpses of red.

“An anthurium,” he mumbled out.

“Huh?” You called from your spot on the floor.

He met your confused gaze and offered you a smile.

“You're a bit of a plant enthusiast, aren't you?”

You seemed to light up at his words. Excited to talk about your favorite hobby.

“Are you kidding me? These are my babies. I'm a single mother of about 24.”

Maybe it was a little endearing to see you talk so passionately.

“In all seriousness, I think I'm gonna become a botanist when I graduate. What about you?” You asked.

What would Kurama do? He'd probably be offered a job at his stepfather's company. If something else hadn't killed him first. But he felt like that wouldn't have been a favorable answer.

“I haven't decided yet.” Was his response.

He expected you to pry further. Instead you playfully nudged his shoulder.

“You could always join me.”

Surprisingly, he was left speechless by your offer. You'd wanted him to study plants with you?

“Don't think I didn't notice how you addressed Derek by his full government name.” You gestured to the anthurium behind you.

“You really know your stuff.”

Oh you had no idea.

“You name your plants?” He questioned. You were an intriguing individual.

“Hello? I told you they were my babies. And don't you try to change the subject.” You scolded.

“I'll consider it. How about we start on our project now?”

He figured that would've been the last time he interacted with you. That couldn't have been any further than the truth.

You showed up to his desk the next morning with a small potted plant.

He looked up at you quizzically before you spoke.

“What's this?”

You were trying to test him. A part of him found it cute. You had absolutely no clue how vast his knowledge was. Of both this world and the demon one.

He took you up on your challenge without hesitation.

“Bear’s Paw succulent. Also known as the Cotyledon tomentosa.”

“Aha!” You cheered triumphantly. As if you caught him red handed on something. Whatever connection you think you just made, he'd never know.

It became a daily habit of sorts.

Every morning you'd stop by his desk with something new.

The same question of ‘what’s this?’

And he'd always answer correctly.

You were persistent in whatever endeavor you were chasing. He thought you would've gotten bored by now, yet you kept at it.

Little by little, he starts to consider you a friend. He started anticipating your presence in the morning. Enjoying how you stuck around after quizzing him now. Getting to know each other more and more.

You didn't fawn over him like the girls in your class. And you weren't jealous of him like the boys. You were just you. And somehow you wormed your way into his life for the better.

You trusted him wholeheartedly with your plants. Even going as far as to ask him to take care of one for you.

“I have to go on a family trip. Watch Cornelius for me.” You'd looked up at him with pleading eyes. Ones he found himself unable to say no to. So he (not so) begrudgingly said yes.

A cactus. You gave him a cactus to look after.

He makes it bloom for you by the time you get back.

“Some green thumb you have.” You mused once you got it back. A small feeling of pride washing over him.

Eventually Kurama starts returning the favor and bringing you plants instead.

The first time he did it, he had left a special type of rose on your desk.

“What's this?” His words mirroring yours.

You gave a smirk at the challenge.

“Easy. It's a Falstaff rose.” you answered.

“Now what's this~” you pulled what looked like a white and pink flower from behind you.

“A trick. That's an orchid mantis.”

“Damn. I almost had you.”

Every now and then he'll throw you off by growing a plant from the demon world.

“Is that a hybrid of some sort?” You asked, prodding at the rather sentient looking plant.

Did it just blink at you?

“It's cool whatever it is. How'd you get your hands on it?”

By now your guessing games had started to take place out of school and in your homes. Right now, you were at Shuichi’s because he said he ‘wanted to show you something.’

He appeared amused by your curiosity.

“I have my ways.” He responded.

“This plant is carnivorous. It produces a saliva stronger than acid.” Though he'd never let it hurt you.

And instead of being frightened by it, you were ecstatic.

“Let's feed it a bunch of things!” You suggested.

Did you hear that? That was the sound of his heart beating in overdrive. You were a very brave human.

But you also found beauty and wonder in things most would cower at.

He makes sure to bring and grow you more plants from demon world. Most of them are relatively harmless.

As long as you don't get too close that is.

It becomes a new game for you to guess what they do. What makes the flowers bloom. The conditions they thrive in.

Most of the time you end up being correct. Using your prior knowledge to make logical guesses. It's surprising how accurate you are for a human. But then again, you weren't exactly normal.

He's still not over how you fed that plant your entire backpack.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't taken an interest in you.

Not just because of your shared hobby. He liked how you made it a point to check on him everyday. How you'd let him ramble on excitedly about some new fauna. The way you explored and investigated something new without fear. The exaggerated movements of your hands when you were talking passionately.

All of it had pulled him in little by little.

He makes it a point to confess to you in a way only you two would understand.

“What do all these mean?” He asked you, presenting you with a small bouquet.

“Oooh! Going the extra mile today? You're on.”

You took the flowers from him and began mentally listing them off.

You hadn't taken in the full context until you were already speaking.

“Red carnations mean my heart aches for you. Forget me nots mean true love. Baby's breath means everlasting love. And a rose means passion…Oh.”

It hit you like a truck then, the implications of why he might've gave you this. Was this still part of your usual game?

You looked to Shuichi who didn't hide the softness in his expression.

“You're being serious? I…”

‘Say yes you idiot!!!!’ You internally screamed at yourself.

Instead you plucked one of the flowers and offered it back to him.

“Here's my answer.”

You'd given him the rose in return.

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An: yeet! Google came in clutch for this one.

[vixen-tech]

if you want to -- maybe AUTO with a botanist reader? i just think it'd be so interesting how it would play out !! u dont have to, so only do it if u want to!!

🩹 anon

To be Loved, To Maybe be Changed (Auto x Botanist!Reader)

Oh that certainly is a concept!! It's a great one for Auto to, this put an entire storyline in my head that I think justifies breaking out the oneshot format rather than headcanons. Which works out great because I think out of all the Ai's I've written for, he would need the most 'set up' from how not-sentient he's protrayed in Wall-E. Anyways grab a snack floks this is a long one

It had been many generations since the Axium returned home to earth. Humans, robots, and the all important plant finding themselves back on soil, populating the deserted planet once more.

Things have changed since then. The human body began readapting to earth's gravity, the majority of buildings around the landing site have been fixed up and inhabited, and most importantly: the city is covered in plants. Grasses sprout between broken walkways, invy weaves its way up repurposed skyscrapers, gardens spill out of every available alleyway, a gaint tree stands where that first plant took root all those centuries ago. Each year it seems the sky gets a little more blue.

The ever diversifying flora had captivated you ever since you first had the words to describe it. As soon as you had a say so, you began studying it. Dispite the flourishing growth, any sort of plant husbandry was still something of a lost art. You lived off of the ancient manuals and beginners guides that eventually made their way out of the Axium's archives.

Yet even those could only do so much for you when most of the crops that had evolved from that first seedling had taken forms a far cry from their original pre space-age forefathers. It became your life's mission to learn how to best take care of these new cultivars and of course, spread the knowledge (and hopefully passion) for botany that you had gained throughout your life.

That was what fueled your visits to the Axium. Still parked at the foot of that monumental tree, it had been transformed into something of a community center. With most of its facilities still running and new services offered everyday. You often came to drop off your experimental findings, teach classes, and check to see if other botanists had done the same. Why you began exploring the depths of the halls that one fateful day, you still don't know.

The spaceship was massive, clearly a crowning jewel of its time. To this day many rooms remained unused and largely blocked off. The bustle and warmth of public spaces giving way to dust and insect nests as you roam through areas no longer needed. Bathrooms too far from the people to warrant upkeep, storage rooms that were once filled with replacement parts for the robots that now walked side by side with humans. And at the end of your journey, the captain's quarters.

The door was practically sealed shut with age, and the room behind it was hardly any better. The air attacked you with a cloud of dust once you finally managed to shove open the door, and no matter how much you rubbed your eyes there still appeared to be an almost foggy looking quality to the room.

That's when you found Auto.

He was still dangling from the ceiling above a control panel you doubt still worked. You had seen and befriended many robots before, they were just as common as humans in the city nowadays with remarkably little tension between them. Recognizing that the innert steering wheel in front of you was once one, your heart ached. You were no mechanic, but surely you had to at least try to get him up and running again. What can you say, you were always a bit of a bleeding heart.

After carefully detaching him from the ceiling you carried what was essentially an inanimate hunk of metal all the way back home with you. People stared, sure, but they kept any questions or judgments to themselves as you made your way home.

Your residence was rustic, to say the least. A fairly rundown shack renovated into a makeshift greenhouse. Produce and flowering plants alike overflowed from their neat rows of pots on benches. Some were for you, more were to sell, all were part of research in one way or another.

You loved walking through your own little botanical garden to get to your living quarters. The moment you pass through the front doors you're always hit with a wave of earthy freshness. The smell of petrichor and pollen greeted you (and your new... friend?) just as it always did. Never once failing to make you feel at home.

Your living quarters themselves were similarly homey. Not drastically bigger than a hotel room, it's a modest living area with a kitchen tucked in the corner and two doors along the wall. One leading to a compact bathroom, the other your bedroom. Some may call it cramped, but to you it's cozy. You spent most of your time in the greenhouse anyway.

That might have been the only day you mourned your lack of space. As if he were a friend you had to drag home after a night of drinking, you placed Auto on the couch. Promising to yourself that you'd do your best to fix him up. You'd probably have to give him some wheels to, since you ripped him from the ship. Well, your life could always use some more excitement.

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Your knowledge of machinery had definitely improved over the past few weeks. On all accounts you were extraordinarily lucky that he was in such good shape. Age had rendered most of his circuits unusable, but isolation kept them from becoming unrecognizable. Night after night you would come home with a new part and with surgical delicacy, swap it out for its damaged counterpart.

You had heard stories from the time of the Axium. You knew of the 'evil autopilot program that tried to trap humanity in space'. You knew that you were probably trying to fix said evil autopilot program. It may have been the weeks of one sided bonding, but you didn't buy it. Surely at worst he was just following orders. And who knows, maybe with some free will he might be able to turn over a new leaf.

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"What happened?" His voice was striking, deep and inhumanly regular in a way that was still seen a trademark of artificial speech. He was upright on the wheeled body you attached him to, the red eye (camera?) at the center of his face seemed to scan you up and down before doing the same to the room around him.

The cocktail of pride and anxiety had yet to leave your chest. You attempted to explain, "Well I fixed you-"

"Before that." He interrupted. Slowly wheeling himself to the living room window, still unsure of the new addition you had made to his body. "Where are we?" He added.

You should have been prepared for that one. "We're on earth, in my house." You watched with apprehension as he stared out the window. The steering wheel that made his outer body clicked back and forth as if he were swaying in thought.

"Earth is habitable." His voice lacked strong inflection, you were unsure if he was asking you a question or stating the fact to himself.

"It has been for a long time." You said as gently as you possibly could. "You were... on that ship for centuries, a lot has changed since then."

If he was listening to you, he made no effort to show it. Instead continuing to look outside as if he were zoning out in thought. "There are plants", he observed.

The view out that window wasn't remarkable by any means. Just some grass and a few odd trees before the city's skyscrapers blocked your line of sight. But the mere mention of plants was always enough to get you excited. "Oh if you're interested in plants you should see this." Gesturing for him to follow you as you opened the door to your greenhouse.

He paused for a moment before trailing behind you.

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Auto made for a strange guest. With no astro-cruise to run he spent a considerable amount of time staring at you while you worked. It was only as you were measuring the pH of your plants' soil that you began narrating your work to him. It started as a way for you to simply diffuse the tension and explain why you were so invested in the vegetation.

He made for a good wall to rant to. You didn't have many close friends and certainly none as into botany as you, most other botanists spent as much time with their garden as you do. But thankfully, no matter how much you asked if you were being annoying, he would repeat that "The information is important, please continue." All while focused on whatever orchid you made the subject of your newest lecture. You did make it clear that he was free to leave at any time.

He never did.

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Your first trip to the Axium since Auto's reactivation was an awkward one, at least on your part. When you announced that you needed to go to drop off your latest batch of research he requested to could come with, one of the first things he asked of you since waking up.

Perhaps you shouldn't have been surprised, Auto had barely took a step outside your home. Relying instead on you and whatever books or documentaries you had to fill him in on what the world had become. Who were you to deny him some fresh air?

Although you had grown much more comfortable around him you were still anxious to hear what he thought of everything. And as always his judgment came in the form of definite reports. It was all "Humanity is stable." Or "Plant life is flourishing." If he had any semblance of opinion, he didn't tell you about it.

He didn't behave much differently on the Axium, continuing to trail you like a lost duckling and thoroughly scan the surroundings. It wasn't until you met up with a fellow herbalist that he spoke a word.

They asked you about a specific project you were working on, a new crossbreed of a medicinal herb of particular interest to them. However, as it wasn't the purpose of your trip you didn't have any of its records on you. You were about to apologize and tell them so until Auto informed them, "The crossbreed has shown accelerated growth but a greater sensitivity to sunlight." The herbalist thanked both of you and walked off.

Even though you shouldn't have been shocked to learn that he was actually storing the information you spat at him, it was still nice to know that he cared to some degree.

"Thank you, Auto."

"You're welcome."

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The days have gone on much the same since then. You had never sought out an adventurous life. Often you go out the greenhouse in the morning and find Auto observing the various moths and flies that had evolved as pollinators alongside the new flora. "Morning Auto!" You would cheerfully greet.

You never fully understood why he stayed, but it didn't matter to you at this point. He was here and he made no effort to go. You had more than enough room in your life for him anyway.

"Good morning."

And so another day starts.