#especially the emphasis on the dining table

[nikkento-writes]

Nanami is slowly sipping on his coffee at the dining table when you return home with the coveted box in your hands. You offered to pick up breakfast earlier this morning, promising to grab something extra special today, which you did. With a satisfied grin on your face, you display the box in front of him, waiting for his response. He glances at it, narrowing his eyes as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly he’s looking at. When he realizes what it is, his shoulders slump, giving you a disapproving look. “You didn’t.” 

You continue to smile at him. “I did.”

It’s a simple design of crudely doodled croissants with the words Petite Céréale scrawled across it. You heard about this online. Each piece is handmade the morning of, baked and buttered to perfection. Then, they’re dipped in a simple syrup, coated with cinnamon sugar, and lastly dehydrated. Because of this arduous process, it’s understandably the most expensive cereal in the world. And when you heard your local bakery would be making their own version of it, you knew you had to be one of the first to get your hands on it.

“How much?” His tone wavers on serious and amused, disappointed you’d give in to these silly viral food trends but simultaneously impressed by your tenacity to actually go through with it. 

You ignore his question, pointing at the box like one of those game show hosts presenting the grand prize. “Mini croissant cereal,” you say, hoping he’ll drop it. 

“Honey.”

“Mini. Croissant. Cereal,” you repeat with emphasis, beaming at him. “Just try it, Kento. If you absolutely hate it, then you can scold me later. But I have a feeling you’ll like this one.”

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I doubt it.” You can tell he’s remembering the last viral food you made him try, a ridiculously priced chocolate bar famous from Dubai. While it was good, he couldn’t justify the price you spent on them. For some reason, though, you’re confident in this one. 

You scoff at his pretend grumpy attitude as you rummage through your kitchen to retrieve a bowl, cold milk, and two spoons, one for you and one for him. Ready and excited, you sit next to him, opening the box carefully. His lips twitch, hiding a grin as he watches you, oohing and aahing over the outrageously expensive cereal. But even he can admit that the tiny golden croissants are impressive as you pull them out of the box. He lets out a soft, “Wow,” as your eyes sparkle, marveling at the miniature pastries. 

When you open the packaging, the overwhelming aroma of freshly baked bread and butter instantly fills your nostrils. As you pour a decent amount into the bowl, the crisp of the dough taps against the ceramic, making a delightful sound. You both look down at it, inspecting it thoroughly for any imperfections; there’s none. 

Nanami does the honors and splashes milk over it, making sure not to put too much to prevent it from getting soggy. Together, you dig in, doing a cute little cheers before taking a bite. 

It’s heavenly, like nothing you’ve ever had before, especially from a cardboard cereal box. It has the perfect texture; crispy on the outsides, but as soon as you bite in, it’s flaky and crumbly, like how a flawless croissant should be. Even with the sugar coating, it’s not too sweet. And paired with the milk, it’s the perfect combination. Absolutely divine.  

You’re enjoying the moment too much before you finally realize how unusually quiet Nanami is being. By this time, he’d click his tongue at you and tell you how he doesn’t like it or how it isn’t worth the money. But to your delight and surprise, there’s a very special expression on his face: bliss. 

You wait until he finishes chewing to nudge him softly, “Well?”

He breaks out of his reverie to clear a pretend scratch in his throat. Unconvincingly, he replies, “It’s okay.”

You smile, satisfied with his response, eating the rest of the croissant cereal together in peace. 

[dustofthedailylife]

Cereal Debates

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Pairing: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader

Summary: You get the urge to tease your boyfriend every once in a while. And today was another day like that. And what better way to do that than to bring up the age-old question: Is cereal soup?

Tags: Crack, a bit of fluff toward the end

A/N: I wrote this like a possessed woman when I thought about the idea. Especially since Alhaitham HATES soup... and don't we all want to rile him up at times? I sure as hell do, especially since he made me lose three 50/50s on his banner now -.-

You sat on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the daily newspaper and eating a bowl of yogurt with fruits for breakfast. 

You suddenly hear the floorboards in the direction of the bedroom creak and not too long after you could hear a yawn and some feet shuffling towards the living room.

“Good Morning.” Alhaitham groaned sleepily. 

He rubbed his eyes and squinted as soon as he was faced with the morning sun falling in through the windows. He had always been somewhat of a morning grump and to be honest, it sort of made him look cute.

The disheveled hair and clothes, the imprint of his pillow still on his cheek, the sleepy expression, and the frown as he slurped his coffee in silence every morning. It took all your willpower not to jump and squeeze him tightly. No one would think someone like Alhaitham could manage to look so adorable, but you had proof he did.

“Good Morning! Slept well?”

“Mhm.” He hummed briefly before vanishing into the kitchen without another word. Like mentioned before - morning grump.

You could hear him press the button on the coffee machine before a familiar buzzing sound could be heard from the same device. He seemed to also get himself something to eat since you could hear him clink some bowls together.

Not long after, he emerged from the kitchen with a steaming cup of black coffee and a bowl in hand and sat down at the dining table.

When you decided to join him, your eyes couldn’t help but fall onto the bowl. It was a bowl of cornflakes that he was expressionlessly shoveling into his mouth.

You amusedly bit your lip because you knew he usually hated everything soup-like, and cereal was no exception to that. And you sometimes couldn’t help but want to tease him a little. And this morning the perfect opportunity presented itself to you.

“Never thought I’d see the day you'd eat soup out of your own volition.” You smirked, knowing full well that you said “soup” and not “cereal”.

“We had no more bread left.” He explained with another grumble, putting another spoon full of cornflakes in his mouth before suddenly pausing in his movement and looking back at you completely irritated. “What did you say?” He inquired horrified, with his mouth still half-full.

“I said, I never thought I see you eat soup voluntarily.”

He knitted his brows further before gulping and pointing at his bowl. “This is cereal.”

“Yes, I’m well aware of what it is. I have eyes. Cereal can be considered a soup-like dish.” You stated matter of factly as you bit back a smirk. 

You pretended to go back to eating your yogurt and reading your newspaper but you could see his completely shocked and low-key annoyed expression from the corner of your eye.

“Cereal is not soup. Cereal is cereal.” He grumbled.

“Is that so?” You raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Yes. Soup is a liquid food, especially with meat, fish, or vegetable stock as a base and often contains pieces of solid food.” He recited the definition he knew, only Archons know where, from. Suppressing laughter became harder and harder by the minute, especially seeing how serious he was taking this debate all of a sudden.

“Especially with meat, fish, or vegetable…”, you pondered putting an emphasis on the first word. “So that means it is mostly cooked that way but not always. So milk can serve as a base just as fine. And technically if you use soy milk or pea milk it would count as vegetable stock, no?”

You could see the muscles in his jaw tense as he gazed at you, thinking hard of what to reply. You could practically see the gears turn in his head before he started to smirk triumphantly. You knew him well enough to know that he must’ve come up with, what he thought was, an irrefutable argument.

“There is something you just said. Cooked. No heating in the process of making a bowl of cereal whatsoever. It’s served cold - therefore it isn’t soup.” He leaned back in the chair with a self-satisfied grin, expecting you not to be able to counter his argument further.

But he shouldn’t count the chickens before they’re hatched.

You stayed silent for a minute and already had a counterargument in your head from the get-go. You just wanted to wait until he took a sip from his coffee before you dropped it.

“Explain Gazpacho then.”

You could see his eyes widen and train on you over the rim of his cup before he put it back on the table with a loud thud. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking annoyed once more.

“What about French Vichyssoise? Also not soup according to you, just because they’re served cold?”

“Okay, I get it.” He grumbled once again, before pondering for a brief moment. “But all of these soups have something in common.”

“Oh? Please enlighten me, Grand Sage.” You continued your teasing.

“It’s Acting Grand Sage.” He emphasized, lightly rolling his eyes with a huff. “But anyway. Soup isn’t sweet. Neither of the ones you named is sweet. They’re savory. Cereal is always sweet.”

He smirked at you once again, fully believing he now had you cornered.

Wrong.

“Ginataang Bilo-Bilo, Koldskål, Zenzai…” You started listing sweet soup dishes from all over the world, watching how his face showed an ever-so-slight hint of surprise as well as horror.

“Now you’re just making things up.” He huffed.

“Want me to show you the soup recipe book we have over there on the shelf? Not that you ever looked at it.” You replied with a teasing lilt.

He had his hand clutched so tightly around his spoon by now that his knuckles were beginning to turn white. You knew he hated losing arguments and battles of wits and this wasn’t going in the direction he had imagined at all. Much to your amusement, however. You could practically see little clouds of steam rise from his head because his brain was racing at a million miles per hour. You just knew he was wrecking his brain to come up with a counterargument once again.

“Okay.” he finally said getting up and grabbing something from the kitchen. He came back with a triumphant smile as he placed a raw, unpeeled potato on the table in front of you.

“What’s this?” He asked, motioning in your direction.

“A… potato?” You replied in confusion, unsure where he was trying to go with this.

“Correct.” He nodded, putting one finger on his chin after placing a bowl of dry cereal right next to it and looking at you expectantly.

“That’s cereal.”

“Also correct.”

“Alhaitham, I’m not sure I follow.” You raised an eyebrow at him, still highly amused about how invested he was in this crack debate.

“A potato is a condiment you can make soup from. But a potato by itself is just that - a potato. You have to prepare it in a special way in order for it to become soup. The same goes for everything else you named. Cereal is always cereal, whether it swims in milk, water, broth, or nothing at all.”

“Okay, fair. Can’t refute that argument.” You admitted with a nod, hearing a small sigh of relief from the other side of the table.

You were no longer able to hold back your laughter now that you looked at his borderline exhausted and relieved expression.

“What? Don’t tell me you still have a counterargument?” He inquired as his eyes widened.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t. You should see your face right now though, it’s hilarious. I was just trying to tease you a bit, I didn’t think you’d get this invested.” You wiped a tear out of the corner of your eyes as you continued giggling.

“You–” He grumbled playfully as he clenched his jaw before he started smiling. “Come here!”

He got up from his chair and lifted you out of yours, walking over to the sofa, and throwing you down it together with himself. He started tickling your sides while holding you tightly to his chest so you couldn’t escape his playful attack.

Out of breath from laughing so much you leaned your forehead against his chest before snaking your arms around him.

“I love you, you dork.” 

“I love you, too.” He replied, lifting your chin up and pressing a featherlight kiss on your lips. “Even if you start arguments about soup with me first thing in the morning. You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

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[wormtitty]

Kinktober Days 18/19: Aftercare/Toys (Armand/Louis)

armand as rashid plug and play with a sprinkle of past dm

cw: armand experiences a bit of subdrop in the middle.

on AO3 here.

“What’s he taste like?” Louis gives voice to Daniel’s unspoken question. 

Armand startles. The plug inside of him shifts slightly, settles. He wrangles a telling tremble, pressing the useless gauze tighter to his jugular. Standing from his position at Louis’ side had been an unforeseen challenge, especially after he had just taken a significant amount of his blood, Daniel watching all the while.

“I didn’t ask that.” Oh, he had tried to feign disinterest, putting on an air of irritation as he had when Louis had fed from Damek. It was a shoddy attempt. Daniel kept glancing up at them from the diaries, filtering the sight of Louis at his neck through fluttering eyelashes. It was cute, this attempt to remain unaffected. If only he’d known exactly what he was witnessing, the layers to their performance. 

“You were thinking it.” Louis is energized from the blood, Armand can feel it buzzing under his skin. He wants to poke at Daniel, to see how far they can take the charade. He’s always had a preternatural ability to get under his skin and prod at the sorest part.  

Of course Armand had been in Daniel’s mind, skimming his thoughts. He just hadn’t realized Louis was doing the same. This is part of the game; knowing that the rules could change at any time, always keeping him on his toes. If he knew everything from the beginning, he’d break too early. Yes, it was better this way. The punishment was always sweeter. 

So Louis has access to both his mind and Daniel’s. When their thoughts stray in similar directions, he will know. Naturally, Armand has only granted permission to his most basic thoughts and emotions; his opinions on the present moment at most. He knows exactly what this game is doing to him. 

It was Louis’ idea in the first place, “Get yourself prepared, Rashid. You’ll be wearing this during tonight’s session,” he’d said, pulling out the large silver plug from the display. This was the heaviest they owned, one reserved for special occasions. It would take some time for Armand to fit it inside of him. “You’re to meet me at the table for lunch. I’ve had the staff prepare something hearty for our boy. I expect you’ll make it nice for me, as well.” 

“Louis, I-” 

“And that you’ll be able to control yourself, Rashid.” Emphasis on the name. Armand swallowed, eyes lowered to his chin.

“Yes, Mr. du Lac.” The formality tasted strange on his tongue, unused to anything other than Louis or Maître.

“Keep your composure,” was all he said before he left the room with a nod.

It took Armand the better part of an hour to prepare himself in the bathroom, lubricant dripping from his hand to the stone flooring. The plug slid in easily, a cool, heavy weight in his core. His hands only shook marginally as he wiped everything clean, determined to stay present in his role as worshipful and upholding employee. 

The plug settled inside of him, Armand trailed into the dining room and sat gingerly in the chair reserved for him at Louis’ side. 

It was a constant pressure, keeping him upright, bowstring-tight when the rest of his body wanted to melt into Louis. He wasn’t used to performing in front of an audience. Armand always took more of a director role when a third participant managed to endear themselves enough to make it into one of their games. But this was Daniel and he was different and special to them both in too many ways to mention - memories tucked away and kept safe in only Armand’s head.

A fresh wave of heat pooled in his belly at every pull from his veins. Yes, this was right, to have his Louis at his throat and his Daniel in his mind. 

He felt the burn of judgemental eyes on him. But he had no idea. They too had played like this before, he and Daniel. Armand had once stuffed him full before bundling him up against the cold as they walked to catch a midnight showing of the new Ridley Scott film. He hadn’t made it through the opening credits before Armand was forced to crawl over the seats and work him dry, stopping time for all those in the cinema because Daniel couldn’t keep quiet. 

“Stay out of my head,” he demands. He doesn’t know of what he asks. Armand lingers in the corners of his mind, comforted by its familiarity. Suspicious as he is of Rashid, he’s forgotten to be hostile towards Armand. They feel warm, Daniel’s thoughts of him, filtered through a film of self-conscious lust. 

Louis makes up something about him tasting like honey and pineapple. Though, it could be true. Armand does not remember the taste of the fruits he gorged himself on before while he was still mortal. To him, his own blood tastes only of recycled iron, stale on his tongue, grounding when he needed it.

Offering it to Daniel was unexpected. Armand’s entire being tightens up, the plug tugging at his rim, sending a shocky shiver down his spine. His body feels cold all over, mind at war with the plug inside of him. 

This has never been part of the game, he was never donated with Louis. They don’t do this, he doesn’t do this. 

He knows Daniel’s considering it, imagining the sweet taste of his blood, a red hot slide down his throat. Is the offer right from the source? he thinks, a phantom memory of lips on cool skin, liquid pooling in his mouth as he gulps ravenously. Armand hates that he wants it too, despises the flush of his blood rising to the surface, unbidden and unasked for. 

It will not happen, he won’t allow it, would sacrifice his cover and this little secret they’re keeping from Daniel just to keep Louis from donating his body and his blood, no matter how terribly he desires it. 

“I’ll wait till Damek comes around again. I’m a savory man most days.” Daniel lies, the arguably false statement turning Louis’ offer down. Armand breathes out an imperceptible sigh of relief.

“I care for him more than he cares for himself.” He’s still thrown off, unsteady and unsure of his place in this conversation. Louis has an oddly familiar look in his eyes, half mean and half playful, usually reserved for when the two of them are alone. It’s disarming, to see this expression directed at Daniel. “And I wouldn’t let you near my neck if you were -” he’s cut off. Just as well. He was about to say something damning.

His weight. Of course Louis knows the exact number, has thrown him around too often not to know exactly how much he weighs. Daniel, clueless, idiotic, and infuriating, wants to know what he would feel like, has some perverted desire to pull Rashid onto his lap. He’s wondering if his ass is bony. 

He’d said so himself, forty years ago at a christmas party thrown by his agent. Though now he has no recollection of such experience. 

“Stay out of my head.” Daniel reiterates, weary. The strain of two vampires invading his mind is fatiguing him. Armand retreats. 

Without the distraction of Daniel’s mind, he’s thrown back into his body. He aches all over. Louis hadn’t taken enough blood to do any harm, just enough for him to feel it, heart pumping half a beat slower in his chest. The plug sits secure and heavy. He feels so full, and suddenly he hates it, wants all attention off of him and the thing inside of him out.

“Sleep, pray, eat, pray, swim, pray, et cetera.” Louis drones on, words a cutting bite into his flesh. “On days he’s a plump one thirty nine, I  believe he swims twice. Metronomic, my Rashid.” It stings. As if he wasn’t changing everything just to have the boy here for this interview.

Daniel puts his glasses on, realizes his cup is empty. He pushes it across the table to him, demanding a refill. Armand collects his tablet. Leaves the cup on the table. 

The plug shifts inside of him with every step. He doesn’t have to fake the weakness in his gait. Rashid, he thinks, would stop in the kitchen, or at least collect other staff to tend to Daniel. Armand retreats directly to the bedroom, lays himself facedown on the bed, legs tucked up to his chest. He spares a thimble of energy to call the staff to the dining room, then forces his mind carefully blank. 

There’s an ache deep in his chest, sore and empty where his body is full and aching. This is not a comfortable position to hold with a foreign object resting snugly in his hole, keeping him stretched wide. Armand wants to take it out, and knows he can’t. That’s the way this works; Louis decides when he’s had enough, and he’s currently preoccupied with - he reaches out his mind to the ongoing session in the dining room: Claudia, the bodies, the police. Armand waits, and listens.

They call for a break. Daniel needs to stretch his legs. Louis instructs the staff to prepare a digestif.

Footsteps echo down the hall as he approaches. Louis’ mind, spiky at the edges, softens when he sees Armand on the bed. His hands are gentle as they stroke at his ass, squeezing slightly in appreciation. 

“Waiting so nice for me, Rashid.” Bloodwarm fingers slip under the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to rest just under the curve of his cheeks. A whimper slips out from his lips when the movement brushes against the base of the plug. 

“Shhhh, shhh, it’s alright.” Louis soothes, bending over the bed to get a better look at his face. Something in his eyes must alert him to it; he’s not Rashid in this moment, but he’s not entirely Armand either. Louis takes it in stride, saying “Arun, you did well.”

“Maître,” he warbles, overwhelmed. This is good, it’s better, when he’s not expected to do anything other than take what he’s given. His maître will look after him.

“Gonna take it out now, okay?” The plug pops out smoothly, and for one horrible moment, he’s empty. All he’d wanted moments ago was for it to be gone, but where he once was full is now what feels like a gaping chasm and it’s so much worse. A sob wracks free from deep in his chest and he shifts back into the warmth of Louis behind him. 

Three fingers fill him up again, curling up right where he wants them, and then he’s crying in earnest. Louis fucks him slow and steady, little rocking motions that tease out tiny whimpers and gasps. The simmering heat in his belly reaches its boiling point.

“Maître,  it’s so - I’m going to -” he calls out in warning, unsure if he is allowed to take this pleasure.

“You can if you want to, it’s alright.” Louis assures him, and it’s all he needed for the orgasm to rip through him, waves and waves of it throbbing from deep inside. Armand’s vision blacks out, body going limp. 

When he comes to, Louis is petting through his hair and stroking down his back soothingly, hands clean and warm. He arches into the touch, humming out a pained little sound and moving his body from its cramped position after so long. 

“I know that was a lot, it’s alright.” Louis rubs at his shoulders, the heavy pressure of it grounding. “You with me, Armand?” 

Armand nods, rubbing his tear-stained face into the bedclothes. “Gonna need some words from you, love.”

“Yes, I’m -” he croaks, cringing at the roughness of his own voice. He wets his lips and blinks up at Louis, wiping the spill of red from his eyes, “Thank you.” 

Louis squeezes one shoulder, plants a lingering kiss to his forehead. Armand closes his eyes against the affection and reaches out with his mind, needy all over again. 

Louis’ is elsewhere. Ah. The boy has returned from his walk.

[deafeningbasementcolor]

Mine at First Sight - Yandere! Feitan x Reader

Warnings: Yandere Feitan x Reader, F! Reader, Virginity, Forced Infantilism, Daddy Kink, Kidnapping, mention of collaring reader, mention of noncon/dubcom

Please respect my wishes and do not engage in my work unless you are over the age of eighteen.

Look at you, poor little darling girl. Do you even know what you're getting into? He smiles at the sight of you from across the dining table, your flushed cheeks and shy expression as he grabs your hand when you wave it around for emphasis as you tell him some story. Precious. Absolutely adorable.

He wasn't a fan of dating apps. He also wasn't lonely, and before this had not had a single care about not having a warm body in his bed at night. He hadn't even been the one to message you. That had been Phinks, the other spider snorting at some message you sent him. Feitan had glanced over, accidentally seeing the message you sent in reply to a request for nudes. Oh, how innocently you gave up the information of your inexperience. Phinks wasn't the kind to be interested in slowly guiding virgins who wouldn't even send saucy pics. Feitan normally wasn't either.

He wasn't sure why you enticed him. If he needed a fuck, it was easy enough to procure one in a warm cunt of some whore trying to trade sex for her life. He had to admit he was grateful to Phinks got to ghosting you the second Feitan told him to. The other spider did have a few good laughs over Feitan being in love, but it was worth dealing with in order to not have the headache of fighting another troupe member for your hand.

"I'm done." He announced, halfway through the meal. You stop your giggly tale, face filled with humiliation.

"Oh, um, okay. No problem." He smiles again at your response. Such a delicate thing. He isn't used to finding someone so charming, especially someone so pathetic.

"Get up." He commands, and you look so confused. He doesn't give you time to argue, not wanting to have you recieve a punishment so soon. He instead walks to your side of the table and yanks you up, ignoring your startled gasp. He sat your date next to an exit on purpose, pulling you out the door before any attention is drawn to you.

"Good girl, not screaming," he praises, ignoring the whimper of fear that leaves you. "I hate this dress." You looked pretty, but he had already decided he would be in charge of everything now, including what you wore. And this whorish red dress? It was much too slutty for his princess. He produces a knife, gagging you by shoving fingers down your throat when you open your mouth to protest. You drool around them, as he slices off your dress. The cold air would make you tremble, if you weren't already squirming in fear. He can't resist fucking his fingers further down your throat, as he hauls you to the car.

Shalnark chuckles from the front seat. "Sick man," He calls Feitan with an amused and chipper tone. Feitan sits in the back with you, beginning to dress you in your new outfit as Shalnark begins to speed down the street. He forces you into a top announcing you were, 'Daddy's Princess,' and a soft pair of cotton shorts. You don't notice the words on the shirt yet as you whimper from his manhandling, drool drenching your chin when he finally yanks his fingers from your mouth. He watches in amusement when you realize, your eyes widening in terror.

"Why are you upset?" He asks, as if he doesn't know. He doesn't give you time to answer. "That's what you are now." He licks your drool from his fingers, moaning at the taste of your saliva. You're addicting. If he didn't think he would get grief for it from Shalnark, he would fuck you right now. "Speed up." He tells Shalnark.

"Calm down, she isn't going to disappear!" Shalnark laughs, but obliges him. Feitan holds you close, ignoring the look of horror on your face. When they reach the hideout, he plans on taking your virginity. He's got a pretty pink collar, just for you, and some toys sweet little girls like you like. Feitan knows training you to happily play dolls will take time, but he can't wait.

He can get a warm cunt anywhere, after all. He can cause pain whenever he want to. But his beautiful girl, with those big innocent eyes sparking up at her Daddy? His princess, whining about five more minutes to play with her toys until he shuts her up with his cock? That's something special, just between the two of you. He couldn't wait.

[vadersassistant]

Endgame Chapter 1 (Darth Vader x Reader)

I am princess of Ethereaan, successor to my parents, the king and queen, even though I was the youngest sibling. My older sister was born with several disabilities, enabling her to not be able to fulfill the role. That left only me to take her place, at the ready to lead a planet all on my own, since I hadn’t courted anyone yet.

“I can’t believe it’s already today,” I said.

“It’ll be great just do what you always do,” Skai encouraged, helping me slip on my dress as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I met her dark eyes, a smile appearing on both of our faces.

“Are you going with anyone?”

“Not as of right now no,” she sighed. “However, if a trooper were to ask me to dance, I’d say yes.”

“Sounds good to me,” I shrugged.

“Are you going with anyone, your highness?” her emphasis was purposed, alluding to my suitors.

“My father refused,” I said. “He wanted me to remain open minded, so the option of courting an imperial still remains.”

I shot Skai a nervous smile, as she gave me a knowing glance. It was clear the two of us agreed on how absurd it was, but still we were at a disagreement. I liked to take the high road, swallowing down the issue and making the most of it, while she preferred acknowledging it, and swindling her way out of it.

“It’s okay, if he believes that’s best then I will do as he says,” I reasoned.

“It would look good for Ethereaan, inner rim and all,” she added. “Especially with the event, you could really make a show out of this.”

“Still a little shocked,” I laughed once we finished up, going towards the door of my bedroom. “Empire Day is such a big deal.”

Empire Day was the anniversary of when the imperials resumed power and the chancellor transitioned to emperor. Every year an inner rim planet was chosen to have a ball for it, hosting hundreds of senators and high-ranking imperials in celebration. Speeches were given, parades planned beforehand, and fireworks at the end. My father and Palpatine were very close, due to Ethereaan’s trading in minerals and weaponry. It made sense that we were chosen for its third year.

Skai was quick to open the door, resuming her handmaiden personality in the process, as I fulfilled my own as princess. We headed over to the dining room to meet with the rest of my family, walking fast but not in a hurry. My posture was like a beam going down my back, as the ends of my dress fluttered naturally. It complemented the Ethereaanian colors well, those being blue and white with silver. The corridor was open, stain glass windows defining the walls while stone floors laid beneath our feet. The large room dawned quickly, my mother and father waiting at the end of the table, perking up when the doors opened.

“Good morning,” I smiled, greeting both.

“Good morning, sleep well?” mom asked.

“Mm, better than usual,” I answered while stretching. I paused, going over to see my sister before sitting down. “Good morning, Karai.”

‘Good morning sister,’ she said through sign language. Karai could hear but couldn’t form sentences, so we used sign language instead. She also couldn’t walk well, which is why we used a wheelchair when she needed to move.

I smiled, and softly squeezed her hand before finding a spot. Before me were blueberry pancakes, with Jawa juice and fruit, made by the palace chefs. I watched as the steam rolled off it, as one of the servants put it down. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him as my father stood up, almost at the same time I sat down. He was tall, the tallest person I had ever seen, standing at six four. When he stood up, it often meant his words were to be taken as high demand.

“There have been some recent updates to tonight’s event,” father spoke eloquently but serious. “We are to host a feast beforehand.”

“With whom?” I asked.

“Several high-ranking officers in the Empire,” my mother clarified, seeming uneasy.

“Is there something wrong with them?”

“Lord Vader will be in attendance; we are to escort him and the others personally to the ball.”

There was a moment of silence, my mom looking at my dad like they were telepathically speaking. Her body language was obviously tensed, his similar.

“Who called for this?” I wondered.

“Emperor Palpatine personally asked of it, since he cannot attend this year due to a personal emergency,” dad explained.

“Of course, I understand,” I said.

“Good, you must get ready right away, it is already later than usual,” mom advised. “Arrive at the gaming room, we shall entertain them while all the guests arrive.”

“I will see you then,” I waved to them, standing up as Skai shadowed me.

The moment the doors shut again, and I was out of the public eye, Skai dropped her mannerisms and drew her mouth agape. I watched her press her weight to it, like she wanted to make sure she wasn’t heard.

“Lord Vader?!” Skai whisper-shouted to me as we made our way back to my quarters. “I mean—I knew he was going to be there, but to dinner? Being escorted?”

“If the emperor wills it, we don’t have much of a choice,” I shrugged.

“He is referenced to as the Dark Lord (Y/N),” Skai’s voice was laced with fear. “If I mess one thing up, I could die.”

“So, evade him all you can, nothing will happen,” I assured.

Vader was Lord of the Sith, and Palpatine’s right hand. He was the most powerful force user in the galaxy, like a guard dog to the emperor. He could destroy a planet’s population with no question, he had destroyed many planet’s populations with no question. It was said that darkness followed everywhere he went, his attitude ruthless and unmerciful. It was do or die, and if you didn’t do something right, you died anyways. Everyone knew of his name and what it meant, and only the current rebellion went against it.

Once we got to my room several other handmaidens arrived, makeup, accessories, and outfits in hand. It would be several hours of prodding, but I didn’t mind, I knew it was for the best. I allowed them to get the upper hand, strategizing about the night in the process.

After showering, applying traditional Ethereaan makeup, putting on my dress made for the event, and styling my hair, I was complete. I tried to help as much as I could, but the handmaidens refused every time I raised a hand. The hours flew by naturally by conversation, the time quickly running out. All that was left now was to slip on a pair of heels. I needed to wear a pair that was significant and matched well, but were also easy to move in. There was no doubt I would be dancing tonight, and I knew I’d get blisters if I wasn’t careful.

“All done,” Skai sighed satisfactory.

“Thank you, all of you,” I said, standing and getting a feel for the shoes.

“Of course, milady,” they spoke synchronized, before quickly dismissing themselves.

I watched awkwardly as they left my room, before turning back to my friend and following. The gaming room was on the way to the large dining area, it was like a casino, with a vast number of activities inside. I visited it often when I was free, knowing how to entertain others being a part of my role. A side of me genuinely enjoyed it, often playing against the handmaidens or Skai specifically.

An assortment of lights decorated the place, Skai and I both looking around and taking it in. All the machines had their mechanisms. The Dejarik tables, better known as holochess, blinked in the back of the room. The Sabacc cards were littered around their designated surfaces. The arcade games lined the walls, an assortment of pinball machines taking most of the space. Finally, the pool tables caught my eye, sitting pre-prepared with all fifteen balls set in a triangular shape.

I walked over, picking a pool cue that fit my hand and motioning to hit the white cue ball. I hadn’t played in a while, but I decided it would do.

“I think someone is coming,” Skai told me, as other servants began to filter in. They were carrying drinks, ready to handout.

We both watched the door, and before either of us could spark another conversation it abruptly opened. There were two guards holding either side, and I saw my mother at the front of the crowd.

“You may entertain yourselves here as we await other guests,” she said, welcoming the several men behind her. “This is Grand Admiral Thrawn, Admiral Motti, Admiral Piett, Director Krennic, Admiral Yularen, and Grand Moff Tarkin,” the queen introduced. “Esteemed guests, this is your majesty, Princess (Y/N),” my mother then introduced myself.

“Pleased to meet you all,” I bowed my head obediently.

“We are still waiting on a few, so I shall leave you to it.”

I nodded my mom off, quickly going to personally introduce myself as she left. I shook all their hands, meeting their eyes and acknowledging them. The servants soon followed, offering light alcoholic beverages on a silver platter. I watched as the guards held the doors for several storm troopers as my mom transitioned out. They all silently lined the room, watching in case of emergency. There was always rumor of the rebellion, people trying to take shots at the Empire. Especially at an event like this, security was called for, although I wasn’t sure if anyone would have the gut to do anything with Lord Vader here.

“There is an assortment of games to choose from, I am going to play pool if anyone would like to join me?” I offered.

“I would be honored your majesty,” the odd one out said. He had blue skin, navy hair, and a white uniform.

Thrawn, I repeated his name in my mind as I walked over to the table. The rest followed, making conversation amongst themselves. It seemed they were more interested in watching than playing separately, which I didn’t mind at all. It would be easier to keep track of everyone that way, as more guests arrived.

“You may go first,” I ushered as he picked a pool cue from the rack.

“Thank you,” his smooth but deep voice gratified.

He leaned over the table, his hand outstretched so that the shaft of the stick laid between the thumb and pointer finger. Drawing it outwards, the tip bumped into the cue ball and against the triangle of colored ones. A stripped ball fell into the top left hole, meaning he could shoot again.

I stepped away from the table, allowing for the Chiss to move freely. He went to the right, attempting to hit another stripped ball into the top left. It was better he did so, since that meant he’d be two balls down. It was an easy shot, slipping in gently into the pouch. The admiral smiled victoriously, looking up at me with red eyes.

“Have you played this before?” Director Krennic asked after sipping on his drink. He held the champagne cup almost cockily.

“A few times as of recent, yourself, Director?” Thrawn rebutted.

“Yes,” he sounded amused. It was apparent that he was questionable of the Chiss and his species but wouldn’t openly admit it. “What about you, your highness?”

“Yes, I grew up learning an assortment of activities including this one,” I said, as Thrawn missed his third shot.

My gown flowed as I paced to the other side of the table and looked at my options. The balls were cluttered on one end, making it hard to take an open shot. It would be best to try and angel one to ricochet off the side and into another, not to mention, I had to avoid all colored balls and the eight ball in the process. I was now deep in thought, strategizing while in movement.

Looking at the ball I wanted to hit, I angled the shaft of the cue and bent over. Aiming for the ball, I hit the tip slightly harder than the Admiral, and watched it clash with the wall then the other ball. It slid into the top right corner easily, offering me a second chance.

“Impressive,” Thrawn mused, making me smile.

I lined myself up once more with another ball, a clear opening being made due to my previous shot. I sunk it in once, more tying my score with his. This made the others become more intrigued, quitting their conversation, and coming to watch the game. The setup was now difficult, as the only shot I could sink would most likely be my last. I did it anyways, pressing my hand down onto the tables fabric and practicing the movement. I hit the ball lower than previous, making it roll into the left middle pocket, the cue ball along with it.

I laughed, making the rest of the room join in comfortably, motioning for the Grand Admiral to take the ball. He could now position it wherever he wanted, looking to the bottom right pocket where his previous ball landed. His expression was calculated, like the war general he was. The game was close, too close for anyone to predict its outcome. Thrawn continued to slip the ball in and went for another hit, while an unfamiliar noise came from the hall.

All of the imperials turned, including the Chiss, several adjusting how they appeared. It sounded like a respirator, a methodical breathing sound that was almost rhythmic. I knew it was him.

The doors opened more rigidly this time, and there he stood, my parents behind him.

He was taller than my father, with broad shoulders that held up his cloak. His entire outfitting was black, with armor fitted over a tunic, and a belt meeting his waist where his lightsaber hung. The most prominent feature was his mask, slightly tinted red visors with a modulator at the front. You couldn’t tell whether he was looking at you or not because of it, and no one knew what he looked like underneath in the first place. 

I felt something cold run up my back, seeing the others also find a similar fate. It didn’t affect me though, still standing straight with my head facing the Sith. Everyone nodded their head, whispering a ‘my lord’ in harmony. The cold lingered, like it was sitting on my shoulders, wrapping around my figure.

“There are still a few more guests we must attend to,” my father clasped his hands. “We will return.”

“I missed my last shot, your majesty,” Thrawn said right after. I didn’t see it for myself, but I was at no disadvantage by it.

The crowd willingly turned back to the game, seemingly preferring to look at this than the dark lord. I noted that Skai had disappeared as I went back to playing, taking in the situation at hand.

The balls were now all spread across the surface, distanced enough that it was easy to take a shot anywhere. There were nine left, eight if you didn’t include the one you could hit.

The eight ball was guarding the top right pocket, while the cue ball currently sat between the right middle section. My best and only bet was trying to angle my shot so that it would hit the top wall and knock into the other with enough force. That way it would roll into the bottom left corner, since all the other shots were crowded with striped balls.

I needed to hit it hard, my hand placement carefully holding the shaft of the stick. This was my only option, I reminded myself, as I went to hit the cue ball.

“Why take that risk when there are several easier shots?” Grand Moff Tarkin asked.

“If I were to hit this one,” I pointed to the ball that stood by the top left corner. “I would make it, but then wouldn’t be able to hit another.”

“So, you are taking a risker shot instead, in hopes of gaining the lead,” he finished. “And you have trust in yourself that you can do it?”

“I do,” I said.

“Well go ahead then, I apologize for the interruption,” Tarkin ushered.

I nodded and smiled, bending down again to become leveled with the pool cue. I inhaled, getting a feel for the shaft again before exhaling and following through. The ball hit the wall, clashing with the other, and landing almost perfectly into the hole.

“Impressive,” Thrawn murmured.

I went to take another shot but before I could the doors behind us opened and we all shifted.

“It is time for dinner,” my father announced, a few more imperials behind him.

The guests began to follow the king and queen out, but not before I stopped Thrawn.

“I can take that if you like,” I waved my hand out, ushering for his pool cue.

“Thank you, your majesty,” he handed it to me softly, his hand grazing mine. “You are very talented.”

“Thank you, I enjoyed playing,” I admitted.

I put both cues’ away, before returning and noticing that the Chiss had waited for me. With a soft expression he waved for us to walk together, into the corridors of the palace. I couldn’t see the crowd ahead, due to Vader’s cape billowing in front of us as we left. We were all very close and compact though, and due to my knowledge of the layout it wasn’t an issue. I simply walked with my hands behind my back, as we made conversation.

“Your planet is beautiful, the best venue so far for this event.”

“I agree, I am glad we’ve been given the opportunity to do this,” I nodded.

“Do you explore the city often?” he asked.

“Yes, when I can I like to interact with it as much as possible,” I answered.

“Perhaps I will have to see it for myself.”

We stopped at a dead end, the entrance to the dining room now in front of us. I turned around, hearing a rolling sound, only to see my sister in her wheelchair, and Skai behind. Thrawn quickly noticed as well, bowing his head to her before entering the large room. It was magnificent, a long table with an uncountable number of chairs around it, and large chandelier overhead. Banners and windows decorated the walls, our family crest imprinted on most.

It was a known thing that Lord Vader didn’t sit or eat at events, so a chair wasn’t offered for him. Instead, nametags located each person to their seat, my parents sitting at the front of the table. Next to my father on the left side was my sister, then myself, then Grand Moff Tarkin. Grand Admiral Thrawn was next to my mother, the Director next to him, and a stream of admirals down both sides. We all pulled out our own seats, Karai sitting in her wheelchair close to the table. Lord Vader came to Tarkins side, standing behind the two of us. His shadow would have entirely covered me if the light wasn’t in front of us. I didn’t think much of it though, instead turning my attention to my sister as glasses of water were set down on the table.

“Are you excited?” I asked her, forming sign language with my hands.

‘Kind of, I hope the food is good,’ she answered.

“I’m sure it will be,” I answered, continuing to sign to her.

She didn’t enjoy large events like this, the crowds and lights often overstimulating her. She would most likely be at the ball for a bit in the beginning and then circle around the venue with Skai, where less people were.

“Can you speak fluently in sign?” Grand Moff Tarkin asked me.

“Yes, I chose to learn it at a young age,” I told him.

“Why?” he wondered. “I thought a child would not be motivated to take on such a tedious task.”

I noticed Vader turned his helmet, looking down at me as I spoke.

“I wanted to be able to communicate with my sister in a way that was convenient for her,” I said.

“Even though it was laborious for yourself?”

“I never found it laborious to begin with, I only thought about what it would do for her.”

“Your actions are commendable, Princess (Y/N), the emperor has spoken highly of you,” Tarkin commented.

“I am honored,” I thanked him.

My father made a toast before the food was served and soon enough, we were eating. I felt odd for most of the process, although I couldn’t place why. It was like someone was watching me, like something was resting on my shoulders, a comforting weight that felt protective. I thought it would leave once we made our way to the venue, but it never did, it just lingered.

The walk there was calming. After a long dinner and discussion, we were outside while the sun set, walking on the docks over to the ballroom. It was separated from the palace, but still on the lands where it was located, surrounded by the lakes. The sun set over us, while the trees shaded patches of the path we walked on. I was at the front of the crowd, walking with my sister and Skai while my parents spoke to Tarkin behind. It seemed everyone was still on edge due to the dark lord, Skai especially being unnerved, as he walked right behind her.

I looked at her as she held a death grip on my sister’s wheelchair, attempting to look as professional as possible. My face was like stone, remaining neutral without a hint of discontent. The only thing on my mind was the conversation behind me, my fathers authoritative voice being hard to block out.

“Do you plan to continue aiding the Empire in the future, and extending the contract?” Tarkin asked my father.

“Yes, we hope to.”

“Hoping and doing have two separate meanings,” a baritone voice replied, the sound of Lord Vader’s breathing stopping when it came. I knew it was him, for the first time this entire night, he had spoken.

“Of course, my lord, we will extend the contact when the time comes,” my father said, almost timidly.

The conversation was cut short at that moment, reaching the venue. You could hear the noise coming from inside, the sound of a live orchestra, and talking specifically. Hundreds of people stood, lights blaring as food was served by droids and music filled the ears of everyone passing. The doors opened and an uproar of cheers followed, welcoming the main hosts into the room.

The night went smoothly but rather quickly. I couldn’t count how many people I had spoken with, let alone had to dance with. That included Thrawn, who was the first to ask when he had the chance. I mostly traveled around, meeting people, and greeting anyone and everyone I saw. I hadn’t seen my parents much, but that was a natural consequence in this kind of arena.

The most prominent people were the storm troopers, who lined the entire space. They were clones, taken from the previous war and recommissioned after the republic fell. The way you could tell was their voice, all of them having the same accent when speaking. Skai thought they were cute; I knew she was around here somewhere. Occasionally I’d check to see if she was dancing with someone in the center, but it hadn’t seemed to happen yet.

This was one of those times, as I weaved through tables of congregating people and made my way to the dance floor. I looked at the duos of people slowly swaying with one another, hoping to point out her straight black hair in the crowd. She still seemed to have disappeared, but I didn’t mind it as long as she was fine. The time would come, and I would never let her live it down when it did.

I turned around, sighing almost defeatedly when I saw that someone had approached me. The people that were once close to me had spread out and turned their backs, the reason why standing dead in my tracks. I looked up, as a shadow towered over my figure. It was only now that I realized the weight on my shoulders never left.

“Your highness, I did not get to properly make an acquaintance with you earlier, I do apologize,” Lord Vader said.

“Oh, no worries my lord,” I replied.

“Have you had the opportunity to dance with anyone?” he asked. His voice was intimidating and commanding. Vader stoked fear in anyone he came near, the exact reason why the two of us weren’t near anyone else.

“Yes, it has been quite enjoyable to be able to,” I answered.

“I presume I may as well, princess?” Vader followed up.

“Of course.”

I was extremely surprised but tried not to think much. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, becoming quickly consumed by what was about to happen. Vader lent me his hand, bringing me to where the rest were. The song had changed, the orchestra shifting to a tune that sounded romantic but not distinct enough to name.

Dancing with Thrawn had been methodical, he was incredibly experienced at it, his footwork riding against my own. The rest also had their own special touches, and as the night went on it became apparent that they shared a common goal. But that was nothing like this, this was different. I was dancing with death, the dark lord of the Sith, the most powerful man in the galaxy. He could easily snap my neck if he wanted, and yet I reminded myself  he hadn’t.

The Sith’s hand was much larger than mine, his touch very strong but shockingly gentle. If I wanted to free myself, I wouldn’t be able to, but it was comfortable, not harsh. I thought it might squeeze me to death at first, but it was the pure opposite. Vader’s other hand slowly rested on the small of my waist, circling to my back. My hand sat on his breast armor, shoulder placement feeling unnatural due to height difference. His cloak covered the two of us, the front of my vision entirely corrupted by the man in black.

Finally, our other hands interlocked, mine once again becoming small in his. So far, it had been the same experience as the rest, up until I felt something creep up my back. It was that same cold wind, the weight on my shoulders spreading to my entire body, pulling me close to him. I unexpectedly wavered, what felt like a haze washing over my senses completely. It felt like something had invaded my mind, a feeling I had never experienced but was able to place. I blinked hard out of shock, assuming it would go away, but was surprised when dark tendrils came into my peripherals.

It was only for a moment, but relief came along with it. I looked around, everything was blocked out except for him. I couldn’t hear anything but the music, and Vader’s breathing.

“How?” I doubted myself, thinking I was going insane. I tried to let go of him to rub my eyes, but his grip was far too strong to attempt it.

“Do not resist,” Vader spoke. “Look at me, do not worry about anything else.”

It felt like my legs were moving on their own, and I hadn’t even realized I was still dancing until I looked up at him. It was the force, all of this, was him. I felt helplessly relaxed in his hold, protected beyond compare. It was like his presence was everywhere, all consuming and invading. This was not the same experience as the rest, it was better. I found myself entranced, and enjoying this, as the lights felt like they had dimmed.

Still a million thoughts ran through my mind, wondering why this was happening in the first place. He showed affection for no one, most thought if he was to marry it would be with another Sith if it was possible. They thought he was too powerful for anyone else, that he couldn’t love someone.

“Sith do not have to marry one another.”

My eyes widened up at him, realizing the rumor that he read minds was true. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable, wondering if the crowds also heard his words. Part of me wondered what the people would think of this in general, whether the Empire would point it out in the tabloids. I had no shame in dancing with him, but it could change my planet’s reputation forever.

“No one can hear this conversation but the two of us, this event will not be remembered by anyone if you do not wish for it,” the Sith read my mind for the second time, and I felt my face heat up.

“How is that possible?” I asked. I believed his words; my question was out of genuine curiosity.

“Search your feelings, your memories will remind you,” Vader ushered.

The conversation between Skai and I replayed in my mind. I knew, I just didn’t want to admit how powerful he truly was. I didn’t want to admit how much I was enjoying this. The fact that I condoned his merciless killing, and the fact I was in the arms of a man that could do horrific things without blinking an eye.  

“I didn’t know you enjoyed dancing,” I admitted, hoping to shift the conversation.

“I don’t.”

“We can stop,” I assured him almost naturally. “I don’t want this to bother you.”

“No, this does not apply,” the force kept me in place as he spoke.

“How so?”

“Because the reason you offered to stop, you differentiate from every single person in this vicinity.”

“I understand,” I maintained eye contact, swallowing almost nervously, because in truth I had no clue what he meant.

“Do you?” he asked me.

“I want to,” I said.

“You shall.”

The cold feeling that once laid on my back now felt warm, a tingly sensation in my mind that rested gently. The song ended, and we stayed together, the haze around me fading. Once I noticed, I was quick to take in my surroundings, easing back into the sound of chattering. My sights rested on a girl with long, straight black hair, and a tall man with blonde shaved hair and strong jawline.

She seemed to notice too, her eyes locking onto mine, and within and instant, Vader turned to see what shocked me so much. Skai looked owlish, holding onto a clone who had different armor than the rest. She looked me up and down, as I remained a neutral face, but a slight waver in my lips made it clear I agreed with her surprise. She had danced with the Storm Troopers captain, while I had danced with the lord of the Sith.

I watched as Skai looked up to meet Vader’s gaze and immediately looked away. She was terrified, but also flustered looking at the clone before her. He was handsome, not my type, but handsome.

I returned to Vader, having yet to be released from his grasp, his respirators sound being the most consistent thing of the night.

“Thank you, your highness,” he said, as if nothing happened.

“It was an honor, my lord,” I left in harmony with him, the two of us splitting.

I needed fresh air, to get away from the overwhelming lack of space amidst the crowd. I saw Skai leaving too, heading towards the opposite door that I was. I assumed she was returning to Karai, who most likely was outside. My heart rate picked up; I could feel it.

I hurried towards the outdoor corridor, swallowing harshly as I met the cold nights air. I needed something, anything to snap me out of whatever just happened. I was intrigued of all things, a part of me wondering if it would ever happen again. The sound of Vader’s breathing had disappeared in exchange for crickets chirping in by the tall grasses and the sound of the lake water moving about. All of it so harmonious and yet I couldn’t relax to it. I needed something new to latch onto, something that would stay constant.

It sounded like something pressurized hit a surface. I looked around, to see absolutely nothing different, and yet there was now a repetitive beeping sound ringing in my ears. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, forcing myself to create the pattern in my mind so that I would calm down. It was only when it began to speed up that I realized the severity of the situation.

My eyes wandered to the stain glass window as my hands held onto the rail behind me. I looked just a bit closer at it, to see a subtle blinking light on a small circular dome. It was only a moment later that the noise got too fast, and I saw the door at the end of the hall open, but there was no time to see who it was. The sound was so loud that it felt like my eardrums blocked it out, a fire of red and orange fumigating my senses as I tried to cover my face with one arm. It was a stupid move I decided, closing my eyes shut, only for them not to open.

FIRST CHAPTERRR its totally not like 5k words but wtv it only gets better from here.

NOTE: Karai's disabilities are based on my experiences IRL since I have family who struggles with it. Hope you enjoyed!

[tastesoftamriel]

Hello talviel! How do the cuisines of the Morrowind great houses vary from another? does ashlander cuisine vary from house dunmer cuisine?

House Redoran

Redoran cooking is slightly heartier, featuring dishes like Hound and Rat pie or Crab Meat and Scuttle. As a major force on Raven Rock, Redoran cuisine places a lot of emphasis on easily available ingredients, such as fish, horker, and ash yams as opposed to the more traditional varied ingredients of mainland Morrowind. Mudcrab and fish stew with saltrice, ash yam and kwama egg fritters, and horker roast with comberry jam and fried ash yams are some of the dishes you'll find dining with a Redoran.

House Telvanni

House Telvanni is known for its exquisite cuisine based around nourishing herbs and roots. Infused with all sorts of alchemy I'm not privy to (and never will be), every Telvanni kitchen boasts whole cupboards of mysterious spices and herbs with special flavours and properties. Double-boiled gingko chicken soup, nix-hound braised with dried comberries and ginseng, and saltrice congee with sliced fish and pickled ginger are typical dishes you'll find in mushroom towers. Canis Root Tea adds a nice touch to any Telvanni meal too, especially with a bit of sweet marshmerrow!

House Hlaalu

Hlaalu food is always satisfying, and utilises more foreign ingredients than other Houses due to their success in trade. While staple meats and vegetables like nix-hound and hackle-lo are still on the table, Hlaalus are just as likely to have goat or even beef. Dishes would include kwama egg pie with a butter (as opposed to scuttle) crust, fried saltrice with pork and Hammerfell spices, and braised abalone and hackle-lo in Pellitine oyster sauce. And of course, Balmora Cabbage Biscuits, stuffed with nix-hound and spiced cabbage, are the ideal Hlaalu travel snack.

House Indoril

Standard fare for House Indoril is very much traditional Dunmeri food as we know it, which comes as no surprise due to their political leanings. Based out of Mourhold, the House consumes less seafood than others on coastal or island Morrowind, due to their relatively inland location. Kagouti and guar are the most popular meats, making pulled kagouti stew, guar meatball and scuttle gratin, and steamed scrib cabbage stuffed with minced meat standard fare.

House Dres

As is to be expected, House Dres meals are primarily based on saltrice. Whether it's saltrice crackers, bread, porridge, or straight up steamed saltrice, this is the House that has figured out everything imaginable that you can do with the plant. Fried saltrice with crispy scrib, saltrice soup with ash yams and trama root, and kwama egg omelette stuffed with spiced saltrice are delicious meals you'll find as a guest at any Dres farm.

And while it shouldn't be mentioned, it should anyway. You can read more about Sixth House cuisine here.

You can also read about Ashlander cuisine on p. 20-23 of my compendium.

[fanaticsnail]

Hi Snail!

I see a lot of people talking about their OC, so I also wanted to talk about my sweetie. I started bringing her to life years ago; she was my first baby and I adore her! Of course, she has evolved a lot over time, but I’m happy with what she has become now.

My OC's name is Dawn. She is 25 years old (post-timeskip). She is 1.67 meters tall, has brown hair, and brown eyes. Dawn is exceptionally intelligent and has an eidetic memory. She can manipulate numbers with disconcerting ease and assimilate knowledge very quickly. This ability, although valuable, has often caused her behavioral problems and intense migraines. To manage her pain, she uses music as an outlet, which allows her to put her brain "on pause".

Dawn loves music! She plays the guitar, the piano, and she loves singing. She often has her headphones on and listens to her music way too loud (really way too loud!).

She loves reading, especially science fiction and fantasy novels, but she will read anything she can get her hands on.

Dawn doesn’t have a devil fruit and isn’t very skilled in combat, although she has learned to defend herself when necessary. However, she hates fighting and will do anything to avoid conflicts.

Despite her impressive abilities, Dawn lacks a lot of self-confidence and constantly seeks approval from others. She is honest, loyal, and kind, but can become extremely aggressive when under pressure or in intense pain.

Dawn grew up on an isolated island in North Blue. Because of her behavioral issues, she had very few friends. The other children found her too weird.

Regarding her relationships, she was initially with the Straw Hats (she joined them after Alabasta) but during the Timeskip she traveled with the Kid Pirates. Her integration among them was very difficult, but she eventually became accepted, and they became her new family. And of course, she falls in love with Kid.

This is very summarized; I still have a lot to tell (her family, her past, her origins, ...) when I imagined Dawn, I was also inspired by another fandom that I love: the Stargate franchise (SG1 and Atlantis). And so, I mixed the two universes (One Piece and Stargate) when creating Dawn and her story. Maybe it’s a bit "too much" but I don’t care, I’m having fun ^^

I really like you Snail, you're always so nice to us.

A musician OC, oh be still my beating heart! I love musician OCs, especially multi-instrumentalists like Dawn. I love these thoughts!!

I can see her with Brook having a soft moment where they're playing in the corner of the Thousand Sunny together. Something a little bit country, a little bit flirty, and their voices filtering together in perfect harmony. Hold up, it's happening.

I think you're wonderful, Armiliadawn. I hope you don't mind a mini-fic for Dawn and Kid below the cut! I hope you don't mind a "he fell first" type of fic.

The dining area on the top deck buzzes with life as grabby hands and food passes between the three crews of the Sunny, the Tang, and the Punk. Gruff words of thievery and territorial protection over their plates linger playfully on the lengthy wooden tables. Bodies squished into pews, shoulders bumping and ales sloshing, the soft melody picks up in the corner of the room.

The raspy voice crooned from the skeleton, the plucking of strings reverberating as he sung his lyrics with the young accompanist. The tale spoken within the words mattered not, none of the crew members paying too much attention to the music over the dull hum of the idle chatter.

All except Eustass Captain Kid.

No, as soon as the sweet harmony matched the Soul-King's melody, Kid's neck snapped upright and his attention darted over to the corner of the room. The tease in the tone, the smile in the hum, and the flirtatiousness in the plucking had him barking to silence his unruly crew to hear more from the two of them.

Dawn's soft voice matched and accentuated Brook's with each pulled-back emphasis, balancing the melody completely. When both voices picked up in the chorus, tingles shot down Kid's back and swelled in his chest. He had never heard such sweetness, and found himself immediately smitten with the songstress.

Upon finishing the tune, Dawn scrunched her nose at the skeleton with her smile. Brooks hand gently reached forward, pinching her shoulder in a playful familiarity to express his gratitude.

The scrape of wood caused her to snap her neck over to see the gruff red-headed captain rise to his feet. His scarred face depicting his awe, his tangerine-colored eyes smiling at her as his metal and flesh hands met in a rapid flutter. Applauding Dawn with gusto, Kid kicked at his first mate and commanders with his heavy boot-heel to do the same: an ovation in gratitude for her sweet song.

Dawn had no choice but to smile awkwardly while receiving such a great compliment from the towering man, her heart fluttering and teeth chattering in bashfulness. Kid couldn't help it, he was enamoured by her. Calls for an encore was hushed by the Straw-Hat archeologist who ushered Dawn over to finally take part in the meal.

Sitting beside the dark-haired woman, the instrumentalist avoided looking up because she knew exactly the sight that her gaze was to be met with.

Kid simply couldn't look away.

[bilgisticallykosher]

Un poquito error

A little mistake. Logan's learning Spanish. He has some trouble remembering some of the vocabulary. Gift for Laoft server Valentine's gift exchange! He said jokes were okay. So!

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Word count: 893

Warnings: Remus has two lines in this fic, and they contain all the warnings. Mostly his first sentence, which is the worst thing I've ever written; I apologize to anyone with even the smallest Spanish knowledge. Brief mention of prostitute, cannibalism.

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Okay, so it had started as a way to insult Roman in several different languages, he knew. But for some reason, Thomas, and therefore Logan, had been trying to learn Spanish. He'd come to Roman, and claimed it was a way to help Thomas learn somehow? Roman hadn't understood the specifics much, but Logan had been in lecture mode and Roman had already been planning his lesson plans in his mind instead of paying complete (or any) attention, so sue him.

Now, Roman had been helping Logan learn Spanish, passing by in the halls, official classroom learning in the mindscape, and even some field trips!

Remus had been un-helping by purposely mispronouncing things as often as possible. (“Hhhhhola, yo soy tu prostituto y me l-l-l-lamo chipollte pee-can't.”)¹

They were on one such field trip now. They were learning food, so of course, it was the perfect time to visit a restaurant! He had really outdone himself this time, if he said so himself. Which he did.

A full on outdoor dining experience in Mexico, mariachi band playing, flags waving about, little wooden tables, colorful chairs dotted across the cobblestones. There was no need for lights, because of course he could control the sun, but he had them anyway, because he cared about the aesthetic, damnit!

…Oh, right. And teaching Logan, of course.

He swept a piece of his hair back and adjusted himself in the chair, and Logan cleared his throat.

“Roman, I'd like to-”

“Ah-ah!” Roman waggled his finger in his face. “¡En español por favor!”²

Logan sighed.

“Okay, fine. This is all very pretty. You- urgh.” He looked frustrated, and adjusted his glasses. “If I never learned the word-”

“¿Ah?” Roman tilted his head for emphasis.

“You do…much. For me. And thank you.” Oh, he was improving so much! He could have wiped a tear from his eye, he was so proud.

“¡Of course! It was no problem to help my good friend in need, in fact, when I was creating all of this, I was especially-”

~~~~~

Logan was listening to Roman give an acceptance speech over his (admittedly stilted) compliment. He was, of course, improving, but he wasn't really absorbing much of what he was saying.

Well, at that speed, the words sort of blurred together. He sighed. Usually Roman was better at speaking slower and more clearly for his benefit, but…

Luckily, their facsimile of a waiter came over and interrupted Roman's soliloquy and, he thought, asked them if they were ready to order. Logan opened the menu, which was full of pictures, no words, presumably so as not to allow him to simply read right from the menu. Roman ordered while Logan looked it over, trying to decide on food, trying very hard not to simply choose based on vocabulary he was familiar with. There was silence, and when he looked up, Roman and the waiter were politely waiting for him.

Well, the waiter was, but Roman was smiling with a little bit of a challenge in his expression. Okay.

“Hello. I want the chicken and al…also. I can I-have, no wait. I can have the- oh god. Caaarr…ots?” Logan exhaled, confident he'd done decently.

“Boring food~” Roman teased him. Logan ignored him.

“¿And to drink?”

“Una agua, por favor.”³

“Un,” Roman lightly corrected him.

“Un agua, por favor.”

“Thank you, sir.” The waiter thanked them back, and possibly told them their food would be out…soon?

He looked around some more, waving and acknowledging the others that were also there for the “field trip.” He turned around and was startled by the waiter having reappeared by their table.

Roman's abilities were truly impressive when he went all out.

“Muchas gracias.”⁴ He took his plate from his hand.

“De nada, señor.”⁵ And he walked away again, leaving them to their food.

“¡Very good, Logan! You're doing very well.” He beamed at him and Logan smiled in return.

“Thank you. I- You.” Logan attempted to recall the proper words before he gave up and went to go get his notes.

"No, no notes, you have to be prepared to speak without your little notebook if you're ever speaking to someone." Logan hesitated.

“What?”

“Ah-ah, en españ-”

“If I don't know the words, how am I supposed to say it in Spanish?!” He huffed angrily.

Roman just smiled and took a bite of his- Logan glanced down- hamburger. He also had fries. “Just for that,” and he quickly swiped one of the fries on Roman's plate.

“Hey!”

“Yo como papá,” Roman snorted, Logan thought about it. “Ah, yo como el Papa,” he smirked and definitively took a bite. Roman's hamburger fell from his hands. The place went silent, except for the others that were here with them. All the constructs had stopped mid-murmured conversation and had turned to look at Logan. According to what Roman had told him in the past, that wasn't usually possible. He began to doubt that he had said the sentence correctly.

“I think you used the wrong ‘papa’, Logan,” Virgil dryly put in.

“WOOHOO! Yeah!” Remus shouted in glee, “eat the papacy!” Logan looked back at Roman, laughing silently, and resolved to review certain potato sounding words.

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Spanish translations and explanations in order

¹Hello, (pronouncing the silent h), I am your prostitute and my name (double L is generally a y sound, he does several Ls) is spicy (actually pronounced pee-cahn-tay) chipotle (please pronounce this correctly, guys.)

²Ah-ah, in Spanish please!

³Logan: A (feminine) water please.

Roman: A (masculine).

(Despite water being a feminine ending, it uses the masculine the/a.)

⁴Thank you very much.

⁵You're welcome, sir.

⁶"I eat the dad."..."Ah, I eat the Pope."

Una papa is a potato.

Papá is dad.

El Papa is the pope.

I had this vague concept of a joke in my head for decades. I think this is a pretty good way to utilize it!

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[cauldronblssd]

Found in the Sunlight - Ch 7

Elain gets jealous.

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Excerpt:

Elain walked into the dining room, where Lucien sat across from Vassa, playing cards splayed out in between them. He stuck out like a sore thumb in this place, practically radiating with power in this dreary prison. The gold rings adorning his pointed ears and the too bright shine of his copper hair marked him as an outsider, even next to the elegant queen.   

Elain addressed her first, remembering her human manners. “Your highness” she curtsied.   

Vassa waved her hand, “None of that. Not for a guest of Lucien’s.”   

Lucien eyeballed her, obviously surprised at her appearance. She nonchalantly plopped down in the chair in between the two. She noted with satisfaction that this had clearly been Jurian’s seat. Lucien looked at her, as if waiting for her to explain herself. After her greeting from Jurian, she didn’t feel especially agreeable, so she decided to wait and let him speak first.  

He continued to stare at her, glancing over her as if he might gain some information that way, lingering on the neckline of her dress a bit more than necessary. “I wasn’t expecting you.”  

Elain took the glass sitting in front of Lucien and sipped it, beer, taking her time. “Clearly.”  

Lucien stared at where his drink was now held in front of her. Elain wasn’t sure if it was the intimacy of it or the directness that he was noticing, probably both. “How did you get here? Did someone bring you?” He glanced towards the door as if expecting Rhysand to waltz through at any moment and attack.  

Elain leaned back in her chair. “I winnowed. Mor taught me.”  

“And you kept it secret from the Night Court I’m guessing? How did you swing that with Mor?”  

Elain lowered her voice to a sultry tone, “I can be very convincing.” The two had done no more than exchange drinks and a few flirty exchanges, but let them think her the seductress. Elain might have considered taking it further, after all, if she hadn’t already had a vision about her friend and a certain winged Valkyrie.  

Lucien’s jaw dropped open and Vassa bellowed a laugh. Vassa cut in, “You’re full of surprises already.” Vassa continued to stare at her playfully, but she could feel the silent decisions she was making as she observed her.   

Vassa, for better or worse, was every bit as beautiful as Elain remembered. Her red hair, cut shorter, swung gracefully as she swiveled between looking at everyone at the table. Her smile was wide and playful, lighting up her face. Despite Lucien and Jurian’s casual appearance, she wore an elegant golden dress befitting a queen. Elain, who came dressed in a much simpler dress for travel, felt rather plain in comparison.   

Lucien got up, pouring himself a fresh drink. “Are you planning on staying?”  

“Are you? How long are you planning to mope?” He sat back down, staring at her, looking annoyed by the line of questioning.   

“I needed some time.” He said each word with emphasis, as if that would make it clearer.  

Elain took a deep gulp her drink. She found she didn’t particularly care for beer. “So you’ve said. How much time? Or were you planning on staying here until the ceremony? I could use some help, you know. Unless you want the twins to show up here and start asking you what you plan to wear and whether you prefer chicken or fish.”  

Jurian spewed his drink out of his mouth and Vassa was gaping at Lucien. Embarrassment heated Elain’s cheeks followed quickly by anger. He hadn’t told them. How had he been here over a week and hadn’t told his best friends that they were accepting the bond? The coiling, slippery feeling of rejection began to churn in her stomach.  

Lucien shot some sort of coded look to Vassa before turning back to Elain. “Whatever you want and fish.”   

Elain hadn’t particularly cared to impress Jurian and Vassa, but she hadn’t planned to have things go so poorly either. This was a queen she sat with, exiled or not, and she didn’t want to cause a scene. She turned to them with her best attempt at an apologetic smile, “Please excuse us.” She grabbed Lucien by the elbow and pulled him to the kitchen.   

As soon as the door closed, she turned to face Lucien. He clenched his jaw as he stared at her. Elain walked up to him, shoving him in the chest. “You didn’t tell them?”  

[moderninterior2024]

How Will Interior Design Evolve in the Future?

Interior design is a dynamic field that continually adapts to new trends, technologies, and cultural shifts. As we look ahead, the future of interior design promises to be even more innovative and responsive to the needs of a changing world. In this article, we'll explore the trends and technologies that are set to shape the interiors of tomorrow.

1. Embracing Sustainable Design

One of the most significant shifts in interior design is the growing emphasis on sustainability. As concerns about climate change and resource depletion intensify, designers are prioritizing eco-friendly materials and practices.

Eco-Friendly Materials: The future will see a rise in the use of sustainable materials like reclaimed wood, bamboo, and recycled metals. These materials not only reduce environmental impact but also add a unique aesthetic to spaces.

Energy Efficiency: Future interiors will incorporate energy-efficient lighting, smart thermostats, and solar panels. Homes and offices will be designed to minimize energy consumption and reduce carbon footprints.

2. Smart Homes and Integrated Technology

Smart home technology is revolutionizing how we interact with our living spaces. The future will see even more integration of smart devices, creating homes that are not only more convenient but also more efficient.

Voice-Controlled Systems: Imagine controlling your entire home with just your voice. From adjusting lighting to setting the thermostat, voice-controlled systems will make daily tasks effortless.

Automated Solutions: Future homes will feature advanced automation systems that can learn and adapt to your routines. This includes everything from automated blinds that adjust based on sunlight to refrigerators that order groceries when supplies run low.

3. Personalization and Customization

As technology advances, so does our ability to personalize our living spaces. The future of interior design will see a shift towards highly customized environments that reflect individual tastes and lifestyles.

3D Printing: 3D printing technology will allow for the creation of bespoke furniture and decor items. This means that you can have unique, one-of-a-kind pieces that perfectly fit your space and style.

Modular Furniture: Future homes will increasingly feature modular furniture that can be easily reconfigured to suit different needs and occasions. This flexibility will be especially valuable in smaller living spaces.

4. Biophilic Design

Biophilic design, which seeks to connect occupants more closely to nature, will become a central theme in future interiors. This approach not only enhances aesthetic appeal but also promotes well-being.

Natural Elements: Expect to see more use of natural materials like stone, wood, and plants. Large windows and indoor gardens will bring the outdoors inside, creating a calming and rejuvenating atmosphere.

Health Benefits: Biophilic design has been shown to reduce stress, improve mood, and boost productivity. Future interiors will leverage these benefits to create healthier living and working environments.

5. Flexible and Multi-Functional Spaces

As urbanization continues and living spaces become more compact, the need for flexible and multi-functional interiors will grow. Future designs will focus on maximizing the utility of every square foot.

Convertible Furniture: Furniture that can serve multiple purposes will be key. Think of sofas that convert into beds, desks that transform into dining tables, and walls that can be moved to create different room configurations.

Adaptable Layouts: Future homes will feature layouts that can be easily adapted to different activities. This could include movable walls or partitions that allow for seamless transitions between work, leisure, and living spaces.

6. Wellness-Centric Design

The future of interior design will place a greater emphasis on wellness. As people become more health-conscious, interiors will be designed to support physical and mental well-being.

Ergonomic Furniture: Expect to see more furniture designed with ergonomics in mind, promoting better posture and reducing strain.

Air and Water Quality: Future homes will incorporate advanced filtration systems to ensure clean air and water, contributing to overall health.

7. Minimalism with a Twist

While minimalism will continue to be a popular trend, future interior design will infuse it with more personality and warmth.

Warm Minimalism: This approach combines the clean lines and simplicity of minimalism with cozy textures and inviting colors. The result is a space that feels both serene and welcoming.

Functional Minimalism: Future minimalism will focus on functionality, ensuring that every piece of furniture and decor serves a purpose. This creates uncluttered spaces that are easy to maintain and live in.

8. Tech-Infused Spaces

As technology continues to advance, it will become even more seamlessly integrated into our living spaces.

Augmented Reality (AR): AR will allow homeowners to visualize changes to their interiors before making them. This could include trying out new paint colors, furniture arrangements, or decor items virtually.

Smart Kitchens: The kitchens of the future will be equipped with smart appliances that can help with meal planning, grocery shopping, and even cooking. This will make it easier to maintain a healthy diet and save time.

9. Cultural and Global Influences

Globalization and cultural exchange will continue to influence interior design, bringing diverse styles and ideas into homes around the world.

Ethnic Decor: Expect to see more incorporation of decor items from different cultures, adding richness and diversity to interiors.

Global Design Trends: Designers will draw inspiration from around the world, blending traditional and contemporary elements to create unique and eclectic spaces.

10. Focus on Longevity and Timelessness

In contrast to the fast fashion trend in clothing, future interior design will emphasize longevity and timelessness.

Quality Over Quantity: There will be a shift towards investing in high-quality, durable furniture and decor that can withstand the test of time.

Timeless Aesthetics: Interiors will favor classic designs and neutral color palettes that won't go out of style, ensuring that spaces remain elegant and relevant for years to come.

Conclusion

The future of interior design is exciting and full of possibilities. From sustainability and smart technology to personalization and wellness, the trends and innovations on the horizon promise to transform how we live and interact with our spaces. As we move forward, the key will be to embrace these changes while creating environments that are not only beautiful but also functional, healthy, and reflective of our personal values and lifestyles. The interiors of the future will be more than just spaces to live in—they will be spaces that enhance our lives in meaningful ways.

[american-dreams-498]

Unfortunately I could not find a copy of G.R. M. Devereux’s masterpiece, “Etiquette for Men: A Handbook of Modem”, so instead, the primary source document I have chosen to analyze is “The Correct Thing; A Guidebook of Etiquette for Young Men.” by William Oliver stevens. The source was written in 1934 by the headmaster of Cranbrook School in Michigan. Although the school is rather prestigious I still think it can give me a good look into behavioral standards for young middle class men. The purpose of the handbook as stated by the author is to provide young men with training on how to be “gentlemanly”. What I found most interesting about the source is how improper etiquette is treated as the “wrong” thing, almost from a moral standpoint. It is not just about having good manners or being polite, it is about being “good” and doing, as the title states, the right or correct thing. I find the very concept of the “correct thing” to be fascinating. Who decides what is correct? How does this vary over time, gender, class, location, etc. There is an almost fatherly tone to the piece, he cracks jokes here and there which I found interesting for such an old source, and considering the subject matter. As the author runs down a list of do’s and don'ts for general appearance he says, “Keep your hair trimmed. Shagginess is for animals and second rate musicians.” Aside from being personally offended, I found it interesting that this is the kind of tone being used in such a piece of writing, especially an instructional handbook. He goes on to describe all sorts of rules for dining, dressing, hygiene, and more, a lot of which still stands today as “good manners”, there is also a heavy emphasis on respect for women and one’s elders, although the rules for interacting with women tend to be more about superiority than respect, something which may become a good piece of my argument later on. Another thing I found funny was, “If cigarettes are served between courses, you may smoke; but otherwise never smoke at the table” where did we go wrong as a country?

[eventhiresydney]

Illuminate Your Events with Lighting Hire in Sydney

Lighting is one of the most crucial elements in creating the right atmosphere for any event. Whether it’s a wedding, corporate gathering, or a private party, effective lighting can transform a space and enhance the overall experience for your guests. That’s where Lighting Hire Sydney comes in, offering a variety of lighting solutions tailored to meet your specific needs.

The Importance of Lighting

Setting the Mood: The right lighting can set the tone for your event. Soft, warm lights can create an intimate and romantic ambiance, perfect for weddings or dinners. In contrast, vibrant, colorful lights can energize the atmosphere at parties and corporate events, encouraging guests to mingle and dance.

Highlighting Key Areas: Strategic lighting can highlight important areas of your event space, such as the stage for speeches, the dining area, or displays for products. By drawing attention to these focal points, you enhance the overall flow of the event and ensure guests know where to direct their focus.

Safety and Visibility: Adequate lighting is also essential for safety. Well-lit paths and entrances prevent accidents and ensure that your guests can navigate the space comfortably, especially during evening events.

Choosing the Right Lighting

When considering lighting hire, there are several options to explore:

LED Lights: Energy-efficient and versatile, LED lights can be used for various effects, including uplighting and downlighting. They are available in numerous colors, making it easy to match your event’s theme.

Fairy Lights: These delicate lights add a magical touch to any event, perfect for weddings and outdoor gatherings. They can be draped over tables, wrapped around trees, or hung from ceilings to create a whimsical atmosphere.

Spotlights and Wash Lights: Ideal for events that require emphasis on specific areas, these lights can illuminate speakers, performers, or decorative elements, ensuring they stand out.

Planning Your Lighting Setup

Once you've selected your lighting options, it's essential to plan the setup. Consider the layout of your venue and where the lights will be most effective. Working with a professional lighting hire service can ensure that your lighting is installed safely and effectively, maximizing impact while minimizing safety hazards.

Benefits of Professional Lighting Hire

Expert Advice: Professional lighting hire services bring experience and expertise to your event planning. They can help you choose the right lighting solutions that fit your venue and theme.

Quality Equipment: Hiring professional lighting means you’ll have access to high-quality, well-maintained equipment. This ensures reliability and reduces the risk of technical issues during your event.

Flexibility: Rental services offer the flexibility to scale your lighting setup based on your event's size and needs, providing tailored solutions that align with your budget.

Conclusion

In conclusion, lighting hire in Sydney is an essential consideration for anyone looking to elevate their event. With a variety of options available, you can create the perfect ambiance that not only enhances the aesthetic but also contributes to the comfort and enjoyment of your guests. Don’t underestimate the impact that professional lighting can have; it can truly make your event unforgettable.

[kumarprakash]

Making a Chic Centerpiece with Decorative Trays

Decorative trays are useful and adaptable décor pieces that can improve the appearance of any space. They can assist you in creating gorgeous centerpieces that connect different aspects of your home's décor when used imaginatively. A well-designed ornamental tray can be the ideal foundation for showcasing your favorite items and giving the room a sophisticated touch, whether it is placed on a dining table, coffee table, or console. With an emphasis on using sunburst mirrors UK as coordinating design elements, we'll look at how to use ornamental trays to make chic centerpieces in this post.

1. Selecting the Proper Tray

The tray itself is the cornerstone of any chic centerpiece. A balanced and striking arrangement requires careful consideration of style, material, and size. Examine the following choices:

Metal Containers

Metal trays give your centerpiece a sleek, contemporary appearance, especially if they are finished in brass, gold, or silver. They make a stunning contrast when used with organic elements like stone or wood.

Wooden Dishes

A wooden tray provides coziness and a touch of rustic charm. It gives your décor a natural, organic touch and is ideal for boho or rural types.

Trays that are mirrored

Mirrored trays provide a luxurious touch to your centerpiece by enhancing light and reflection. A mirrored tray enhances light and gives off an opulent vibe when combined with accessories like candles or sunburst mirrors UK.

2. Adding Layers to Create Visual Interest

After choosing the ideal tray, it's time to add layers of components that will make your centerpiece pop. The arrangement gains depth and visual interest when various materials, forms, and heights are combined.

Candle Holders and Candles

Warmth and a welcome atmosphere are produced by candles. To create a dynamic look, choose candle holders of different heights and types. When illuminated by a nearby sunburst mirror, glass hurricanes or metallic candle holders appear gorgeous.

Florals and Greenery

Use real or artificial vegetation, such flowers, succulents, or tiny plants, to give your tray a more organic feel. Bright or neutral-colored flowers will lighten the arrangement and give the focal point a lively vibe.

Decorative Items

The exhibit gains personality when little sculptures, books, or ornamental boxes are placed on the tray. Think about pieces that match the room's overall motif for a unified effect, like metallic accents to go with a nearby sunburst mirror.

3. Including Mirror Sunbursts in the Design

In order to create a unified and fashionable design in your space, a sunburst mirror UK can be a dramatic addition to your beautiful tray centerpiece. Here's how to successfully include it:

The Tray's backdrop

As a backdrop, position the sunburst mirror behind your tray. Together, the tray's and the mirror's reflective properties intensify light and produce an eye-catching focal point.

Equilibrium and Harmony

For symmetry and balance, place a sunburst mirror UK over your ornamental tray if it is placed on a sideboard or console table. Harmony is created by the sunburst mirror's circular, glowing shape, which contrasts wonderfully with the trays' more angular designs.

Layering that Reflects

Make use of reflective items on your tray, like metallic bowls or glass vases. These items add layers of shine and reflect light when placed next to a sunburst mirror, resulting in a unified, bright area.

4. Customizing Your Centerpiece

Your style and individuality should be reflected in your centerpiece. Here are a few ideas for adding unique elements to your ornamental tray:

Heirlooms for the Family

Showcase sentimental objects like little family heirlooms, vintage jewelry boxes, or antique trinkets with special importance. In addition to adding a distinctive touch, these objects give the room a cozier sense.

Decor for the Seasons

To maintain your centerpiece current and appealing all year long, switch up your tray with seasonal décor. You may add tiny pumpkins, pine cones, or flowers with fall hues throughout the fall. Think about adding holiday-themed candles or ornaments over the winter.

Picture Frames

To add a personal touch, include little framed images in the tray. These components assist in transforming your focal point into a meaningful display, whether it's a family photograph or a favorite vacation photo.

5. Setting Up the Tray for Equilibrium

Balance is essential for an effective tray arrangement. The following advice will help you arrange things without taking up too much room:

Strange Numbers

Make sure to arrange everything on your tray in odd numbers, like three or five. Because odd numbers tend to attract the eye more than even ones, this strategy produces a more balanced and natural appearance.

Different Elevations

To create depth and interest, use items of different heights. To create a layered impression, tall candles or vases should be combined with shorter items like beautiful bowls or little books.

Don't complicate things.

Less is frequently more, despite the temptation to stuff your platter to the brim. To avoid the arrangement appearing cluttered, leave some empty space between items. The secret is to curate a look that is both fashionable and practical.

6. Concluding Details

After positioning and styling your tray, stand back and assess the final effect. To make sure the arrangement feels harmonious and balanced with the rest of the room's décor, make any necessary changes.

Lighting: To optimize natural light, if your tray is set on a dining table or coffee table, place it close to a window or add a nearby bulb. This will improve the tray's and the surrounding sunburst mirror's reflective components.

Positioning: Make sure the focal point doesn't get in the way of conversation or the room's ability to function. To avoid obstructing the view across the table, place taller things near the back of the tray.

Conclusion

An easy and efficient technique to improve the interior design of your house is to use decorative trays to make chic centerpieces. You may create an eye-catching arrangement that gives flair to any area by combining various textures, heights, and materials. By combining your tray with complimentary pieces, like a sunburst mirror UK, you can create a sophisticated and unified appearance that expresses your individual taste. 

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Delhi’s Affordable Design Secrets: Chic Interiors on a Budget

Creating a chic and stylish home in Delhi doesn't have to break the bank. With its rich blend of cultures, traditions, and modern influences, Delhi offers endless opportunities to design a beautiful home on a budget. The city’s vibrant markets, skilled artisans, and innovative design trends make it possible to transform your space without spending a fortune. In this article, we’ll explore some of Delhi’s best-kept affordable design secrets, helping you create stunning interiors without straining your budget.

1. Explore Delhi’s Local Markets

One of the biggest advantages of living in Delhi is the abundance of local markets, where you can find unique decor pieces, textiles, and furniture at a fraction of the cost of high-end stores. Markets like Sarojini Nagar, Paharganj, and Lajpat Nagar offer everything from quirky wall art to vintage furniture that can instantly elevate your space.

For those seeking one-of-a-kind home decor, Chor Bazaar is a hidden gem. This famous flea market offers pre-loved items, antique furniture, and eclectic decor pieces that can add character to any home. A little patience and bargaining can go a long way in these markets, ensuring you get stylish items without overspending.

2. DIY Decor for Personal Touches

Adding a personal touch to your home doesn’t have to cost a lot. DIY (Do-It-Yourself) decor projects are a fantastic way to bring personality to your interiors without paying for expensive designer pieces. With basic craft supplies, you can create your own artwork, paint an accent wall, or even refurbish old furniture.

In Delhi, you can find affordable art supplies in markets like Chawri Bazaar and Sadar Bazaar, where you can pick up materials for crafting custom frames, wall hangings, or handmade pottery. If you have unused or old furniture, a simple coat of paint, or some new upholstery, can breathe new life into it—allowing you to refresh your space on a budget.

3. Opt for Multi-Functional Furniture

Maximizing space while maintaining style is crucial, especially in Delhi’s smaller apartments. Multi-functional furniture can help you do just that. Look for furniture that serves more than one purpose—like sofa beds, extendable dining tables, or storage ottomans. This not only saves money but also optimizes space, making your home feel more organized and spacious.

Delhi’s homegrown furniture stores often offer budget-friendly options. IKEA in Noida, for example, provides affordable yet chic furniture, while stores like HomeTown and Wooden Street have a range of multifunctional pieces that fit small spaces and tight budgets.

4. Use Affordable Fabrics for Instant Makeovers

Textiles can dramatically change the look and feel of your home without costing much. Switching out cushions, curtains, or throws can give any room an instant makeover. Delhi’s Janpath Market and Kinari Bazaar are treasure troves of affordable, high-quality fabrics that can be used for upholstering chairs, creating custom curtains, or even making cushion covers.

Don’t be afraid to mix and match patterns and colors to create a unique aesthetic. Whether you’re aiming for a minimalistic vibe or a boho-chic look, textiles allow you to experiment without committing to costly changes.

5. Embrace Minimalism for an Elegant Look

One of the easiest ways to stay within budget while designing your home is to embrace minimalism. The minimalist design philosophy focuses on simplicity, reducing clutter, and using only the essentials—making it both chic and cost-effective. By investing in a few quality pieces rather than filling your home with unnecessary decor, you can achieve a clean, sophisticated look.

Focus on neutral color palettes, simple furniture, and a few well-placed accents like a statement mirror or an abstract painting. Minimalism naturally encourages you to spend less, as the emphasis is on purposeful, intentional design.

6. Thrift and Upcycle for Unique Pieces

Delhi’s vibrant second-hand markets offer a wide variety of pre-owned furniture and decor that can be upcycled to fit your style. Chor Bazaar and Daryaganj Market are well-known for their vintage finds, including old trunks, wooden chairs, and traditional brassware that can add a vintage charm to your interiors. A bit of polish, paint, or new upholstery can transform these affordable finds into standout pieces.

Upcycling not only saves money but is also an eco-friendly option that helps reduce waste. With a little creativity, you can turn something old into something new and unique.

7. Go Green with Indoor Plants

Indoor plants are one of the most affordable and effective ways to enhance your interiors. They not only beautify your home but also improve air quality and create a calming atmosphere. Local plant nurseries in Delhi, like those found in Lodhi Garden or Sundar Nursery, offer a wide range of affordable plants that are perfect for both large and small spaces.

Choose low-maintenance plants like succulents, snake plants, or peace lilies, which require minimal care and add a fresh, natural vibe to your home. To enhance the aesthetic, opt for affordable but stylish pots from markets like Banjara Market.

8. Smart Lighting for a Cozy Ambiance

Lighting plays a crucial role in setting the mood of a room. In Delhi, affordable lighting options can be found at markets like Bhagirath Palace in Chandni Chowk, which is Asia's largest electrical goods market. Here, you can find everything from chic pendant lights to decorative fairy lights that can add warmth and personality to your space.

Layered lighting is key to achieving a cozy ambiance. Combine overhead lighting with floor lamps, table lamps, or string lights to create a well-lit, inviting home—without spending too much.

Designing a chic, stylish home on a budget in Delhi is not only possible but also enjoyable, thanks to the city's wealth of affordable markets, local artisans, and innovative design ideas. By thrifting, upcycling, and embracing a minimalist approach, you can create a beautiful, functional home that reflects your personal style—without straining your finances. With these affordable design secrets, you can achieve the home of your dreams while keeping your budget in check.

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Contemporary Interior Design for Delhi Homes: Stylish and Ever-Evolving

Contemporary interior design is dynamic, constantly adapting to current trends and aesthetics. It blends the best of modern styles with a more flexible and eclectic approach, allowing homeowners to incorporate a variety of textures, materials, and shapes. In a city like Delhi, where homes range from traditional to ultramodern, contemporary design offers a versatile and stylish way to create a personalized living space. Here’s how to introduce contemporary design into your Delhi home.

1. Embrace Open Spaces

Contemporary design values openness and flow between rooms, making open floor plans an integral part of the style. In Delhi homes, where maximizing space is often a challenge, an open layout can make the home feel more expansive and welcoming. By knocking down walls between the living room, dining room, and kitchen, you create a seamless flow that is perfect for both daily living and entertaining. Additionally, an open space allows natural light to reach every corner of the home, enhancing the feeling of brightness and warmth.

2. A Mix of Materials and Textures

Contemporary interior design thrives on a blend of different materials and textures, creating depth and interest in a room. In a Delhi home, this can mean mixing metals like brass and stainless steel with natural elements like wood and stone. The key is to balance the cool, sleek look of modern materials with the warmth and texture of organic elements. For example, a stone accent wall can be paired with sleek, metallic light fixtures or wooden furniture with steel legs. This contrast adds both visual interest and a sense of balance to the space.

3. Neutral Color Schemes with Bold Accents

Neutral tones dominate contemporary design, with shades of white, gray, beige, and taupe creating a calm and cohesive backdrop. In a Delhi home, this neutral palette provides a timeless and versatile foundation that can be easily updated with pops of color. Bold accent walls, brightly colored furniture, or striking artwork can serve as focal points, adding a touch of vibrancy to an otherwise serene environment. The key is to keep the overall color scheme harmonious while allowing accent pieces to stand out.

4. Sleek and Streamlined Furniture

Furniture in contemporary design tends to feature clean lines, smooth surfaces, and minimal ornamentation. In a Delhi home, where space is often limited, opting for streamlined furniture helps to keep the room from feeling cluttered or overwhelming. Choose pieces with simple shapes and a low profile, such as a modern sectional sofa, a glass coffee table, or a minimalist dining set. Avoid bulky or ornate furniture, which can detract from the clean, modern look of the space.

5. Large Windows and Maximized Natural Light

Natural light is a key feature of contemporary design, with large windows and open spaces allowing sunlight to fill the home. In Delhi homes, especially apartments, maximizing natural light can be achieved through floor-to-ceiling windows or sliding glass doors that open onto balconies or patios. If large windows aren’t an option, consider using sheer curtains or blinds that allow light to filter in without obstructing the view. Reflective surfaces like mirrors and glass can also help amplify the light in smaller spaces.

6. Artistic and Statement Pieces

One of the hallmarks of contemporary interior design is the use of statement pieces to add personality and flair to a space. In a Delhi home, where individuality and creativity are valued, incorporating unique artwork, sculptures, or bold furniture can create a striking focal point. Whether it’s a large abstract painting, a sculptural light fixture, or a designer chair, the goal is to include a few standout elements that draw the eye and make a statement.

7. Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Choices

As contemporary design evolves, there’s an increasing emphasis on sustainability and eco-friendly materials. In Delhi, where environmental consciousness is on the rise, incorporating sustainable materials like bamboo, reclaimed wood, or recycled metal into your home can be both stylish and responsible. Eco-friendly practices such as using energy-efficient lighting, installing water-saving fixtures, or choosing low-VOC paints are also becoming integral to contemporary interior design.

8. Functional and Flexible Spaces

Contemporary design values functionality and flexibility, making it ideal for busy urban living. In a Delhi home, where space may need to serve multiple purposes, contemporary design allows for creative and practical solutions. Consider multi-functional furniture, such as a fold-out desk, a storage ottoman, or a sofa bed. Modular furniture pieces that can be rearranged to suit different needs are also a great way to maximize space and enhance functionality. Flexibility in design means your home can adapt as your needs change over time.

9. Layered Lighting

Lighting plays a crucial role in contemporary interior design, helping to create ambiance and enhance the overall aesthetic. In a Delhi home, layering different types of lighting—ambient, task, and accent lighting—can create a warm and inviting atmosphere. Recessed ceiling lights, pendant lights, and floor lamps all work together to illuminate the space without overpowering it. Consider incorporating dimmer switches for greater control over the mood and brightness of your home.

10. Minimal Clutter and Maximum Impact

Clutter is the enemy of contemporary design. To achieve a clean, uncluttered look in your Delhi home, focus on organization and storage solutions. Built-in shelves, hidden storage compartments, and sleek cabinetry can help keep your space tidy without sacrificing style. By minimizing clutter and keeping surfaces clean, you allow the design elements—such as furniture, artwork, and decor—to have a greater visual impact.

Conclusion

Contemporary interior design offers a stylish, versatile approach to decorating your Delhi home. By embracing open spaces, neutral color schemes, and a mix of materials, you can create a dynamic and functional living space that feels both modern and timeless. Whether you're looking to create a minimalist urban retreat or a bold, eclectic space, contemporary design provides the flexibility to personalize your home while staying on-trend.

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Unity & Variety: Unity refers to the overall harmony in a design, where all elements work together cohesively, while variety introduces differences to keep it interesting. Balance involves distributing visual weight evenly, either symmetrically or asymmetrically, to create stability in a design. Emphasis & Subordination highlight important elements to draw attention, while making less significant parts less noticeable. Directional Forces guide the viewer’s eye through the artwork, creating pathways that enhance the visual journey. Repetition & Rhythm use recurring elements to create consistency and flow, while Scale & Proportion focus on the size relationships of objects to one another and their environment. In my everyday life, I see balance in a well-arranged dining table, where plates and glasses are placed evenly to create a pleasing setup. An example of emphasis can be found in a poster where the main event details are bold and colorful, drawing attention away from less important text. An artist like Claude Monet uses repetition & rhythm in his series of water lily paintings, where the repeated forms create a calming flow across the canvas. I notice unity & variety in my garden, where plants share a color palette but differ in shape and size, making the space harmonious yet vibrant. Finally, the scale & proportion of a large sculpture in a small park creates an intriguing contrast that invites curiosity.

Green has influenced my life by bringing a sense of calm and tranquility, especially when I spend time in nature. Blue often evokes feelings of peace and focus, helping me to feel more centered during stressful moments. Purple inspires my creativity and self-expression, making me gravitate toward art and design that incorporate this rich color. Together, these colors create a vibrant palette in my life, shaping my moods and enhancing my surroundings.

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