#portia oneshot

[inlovewithgreta]

Hiya, I was wondering if you could do a Portia Featherington x female reader and if you could spice it up? Maybe a bottom Portia?

I hope you have a wonderful day!

How To Please A Woman - Portia Featherington x Fem!Virgin!Reader

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Summary: Portia teaches you something new.

Warnings: praise, corruption kink, mommy kink, fingering, squirting, not proofread as per usual...

Word Count: 1.4k

Taglist: @celasteria @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat @coffeebreath23 @anastasiareadsnwrites

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A series of muffled grunts followed by a familiar voice spewing expletives stopped you in your tracks on the way back towards your bedchambers.

Your ear couldn't help but press against the cold mahogany door in curiosity. You had been living with the Featherington's for months now, as you were fortunate enough to have such an honorary family introduce you to the Ton.

The well known door you were lurking behind was one you had always had to pass in order to get back to your room. The occasional noises could be heard from within, but there was something about the noises tonight that stole your attention. Lady Featherington sounded... different.

There was a loud groan followed by an object clattering to the floor. Your first thought was she was in distress, and instead of knocking, you rushed into her room to ensure she was okay.

Your feet stopped in their tracks as you entered her bedchambers, eyes immediately widening at the sight in front of you.

Portia was sprawled out against the mattress, legs wide open, and a hand between her thighs. A candle lying on the floor next to her bed, let you know what had been knocked over.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when a soft velvety voice called your name. You averted your eyes, but the crimson spreading across your face was prominent.

You had just caught Portia in her most intimate state. You should've turned around and ran, yet you stood still. Unmoved.

"Apologies, Lady Featherington! I-I heard a noise a-and thought you needed assistance... I was clearly wrong," you cleared your voice. "I shall forget I saw anything and leave you to—"

"Darling, I'm actually glad you're here," she admitted. "I could... use a bit of help. Close the door, would you?" she asked nonchalantly, clearly unphased by your sudden intrusion.

"I—uh, yes o-of course," you shut the heavy door behind you, eyes still training onto the plush carpet under your bare feet.

"Come here," she insisted.

Your mind was racing. You should be leaving. Not stepping towards the large bed that had the half-naked woman lying graciously across.

"Uhm.." you hesitated, clasping your hands together in front of you. "What do you need?"

"Well firstly, if you are going to speak to me I shall expect you to look at me as you do so." Her voice was rich and gentle, yet firm and demanding.

Your gaze left your feet, to eye the woman in front of you, finally looking her in the eye.

"Good girl," she said. You couldn't help but pull your bottom lip between your teeth at her praise. The small action not going unnoticed by the redhead. "I'm in a bit of a... dilemma. I need you to help me, darling."

"Help with...?" You trailed off, eyes knitting in visible confusion.

Portia couldn't help but chuckle at your innocence, whether it was purposeful or not. It was intriguing to her.

"I've been at this for hours," she said bluntly, fingers moving once more between her legs. "But, I just can't seem to..."

"Finish..." you ended her sentence for her, eyes dancing with your own curiosity as it dawned on you what she wanted you to do.

"Precisely, and since I know you're such a kind, young, beautiful woman yourself, I can only presume that you would be willing to help another woman when she's in need."

You stood there shocked, mouth slightly agape at her words. Not only did she call you beautiful, something you only ever called her, but she not only wanted you to help her come, she needed you to.

"Or was I wrong to assume such things?" she asked, noting your clear hesitation.

"No!" You reassured her. "I-It's just that I— well I've never—" you stopped yourself with a shake of your head, visible worry written across your features.

"Never what, dear? Tell me..."

"I've never... pleased another woman before..let alone uhm- well, myself." you sheepishly admitted, cheeks turning an even darker shade of crimson.

"Ah," she smirked, finally understanding. "Come here and let me teach you then." She urged you forward with her pointer finger wiggling in a come hither motion.

You gulped nervously before following her small demand, settling yourself on your knees atop the mattress at her feet.

"Good girl," she praised. "Let mommy teach you everything she knows." You couldn't help but press your thighs together at the name she gave herself. "So, you've pleasured yourself before then?"

"I-I mean I've tried..." you shook your head, cheeks growing hot from embarrassment.

"It's normally quite easy," she reassured you, guiding your wrist towards her throbbing sex. "Just a matter of finding what you like."

The first touch of your fingers across her warm, wet pussy ignited a new fire in you. A fire filled with desire and determination. To please the woman to your heart's content.

She guided your hand so your digits ran across her rosey folds. "I'll guide you the entire time, darling." She reassured you, before letting your hand go. "Just listen to mommy's words, can you do that for me, darling?"

Your head nodded frantically. The heart in your chest was beating rapidly, whether that be from nerves or excitement, it was unsure. Fingers circled the woman's clit, and when the first moan escaped the redhead, your movements became more frantic so you can hear more.

"Just like that." Her grip on your wrist was firm and demanding, yet gentle and reassuring. "You're doing great for me."

The praise was driving you insane. And Portia could tell. Each kind word coming from her grew the crimson on your cheeks a shade darker. And the pushing of your thighs together was painfully obvious.

"Now insert yourself," she calmly demanded, to which you knitted your eyebrows in visible confusion.

"I-Insert myself where?" Your movements massively slowed, not wanting to stop pleasuring the woman, but enough for her to let out a small laugh at your expression.

"Oh, darling.. I'm going to have so much fun with you," she smirked devilishly. The hand on your wrist slid to your fingers to guide your digits to her seeping hole.

"Pleasing a woman is very delicate. What you were doing was great, but inserting yourself here..." she inserted a finger into herself. "Is so much better."

You nodded your heads at her words, taking in everything she was saying. Embedding everything in your brain.

"Now curve— Fuck—" a moan fell past her crimson lips as your fingers curved inside her. The spongey spot felt unfamiliar but clearly was making her feel good.

"Like this?" You asked innocently, watching her face contort with what you hoped was pleasure.

"Y-Yes, baby! Just like that! You're doing so good for me. Such a quick l-learner," she cooed.

You instinctively moved your fingers faster after hearing sinful moans growing in pleasure coming from the redhead. Her head fell back against the plush pillows, one hand gripping at the headboard while the other controlled your wrist movements.

Her pussy squelched as you finger fucked her, all other sounds disappear besides her moans and her wet pussy. "God, I needed you!"

Her back arched and her legs shook as she came faster than she thought she was going to. Portia screamed your name out like a prayer, no longer caring about being quiet.

Her pussy squirted, drenching the hand that fucked her, and shocking you in the process. But you kept going, moving your fingers in a come hither motion like she instructed.

"Christ!" Her legs shook rapidly, letting herself succumb to her orgasm.

"I'm sorry—" you started to apologize but Portia immediately disagreed. "No, baby— oh my god-" The grip on your hand was deathly, ensuring to leave a bruise in the near future.

Portia couldn't control her body anymore, finding herself coming again so shortly after her first and letting out a silent scream.

Her bed was wet, your arm was wet, nightgown wet, and you couldn't have been more turned on by the fact that you were the cause of it.

Her legs closed against you, and she forcibly pulled your hand out of her leaking cunt. "Okay, okay, baby. I can't— fuck, I can't anymore." Portia's body spasmed, and all you could do was rub soothing lines across her milky skin.

You sat on your knees, quietly observing the mess of a woman in front of you. You were unsure what to do next, as Portia's eyes were glued to the now see-through top of your gown from the wetness.

Your own eyes couldn't help but admire her swollen, pink pussy that was still dripping in front of you. Your tongue darted to moisten your lips, and Portia's gaze grew dark.

She had officially corrupted you. Took away part of your innocence. Turned you into a woman pleaser. And she only wanted to show you more of what you were missing.

And she had planned to do that, but first she needed to relieve you of your own neediness as your thighs were obviously rubbing together to create friction.

The night ahead was about to be very, very long.

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[mossy-petrichor]

Despair

Julian Devorak – short angst

"Do you... Know what happened to your parents?"

Ilya's fidgeting immediately stopped as he felt his throat close. He did.

"Um... Y-yeah, but..."

But he didn't realize it yet. He had to comfort Pasha and keep her distracted. He hadn't had time to think about what happened.

"But... I-I..."

But I hope it wasn't real. I wish it was all a nightmare and if I wish hard enough I might wake up and mama and papa will be next to me and they'll comfort me. And it'll all be just a nightmare and they'll be back, right? It's just a nightmare. I just have to wake up, right? And if I hope hard enough, maybe I'll see a wishing star tonight, and I can wish to wake up and the nightmare will be over and me and Pasha will be okay again.

He looked up at whoever was talking to him; even with wide eyes, his vision was too blurry by tears for him to know who was in front of him.

At least, he could tell they looked concerned.

Why are they looking at me like that?

Ilya felt his stomach drop. It seemed to make ice run through his whole body, and it was cold like when it snowed back home, but it came from inside his chest and spread through his whole body up to his fingertips as the realization hit him.

They were gone. His parents were gone and they weren't coming back.

The voice reached a hand to him. He ran away.

For the first time, Ilya felt what he would later learn to call despair.

[dumbfxck00]

hey guys, i just made a wattpad story for my little oneshots and fandom stuff, it's called "dummy's little multi-fandom oneshots 🤷🤷", and it's brand new so there's nothing on it yet, but feel free to check it out if you want to! there's plenty of fandoms and characters that i'm gonna write for, and i'm totally chill with recommendations and suggestions! enjoy your day!

https://www.wattpad.com/user/dumbfxxk00 ⬅️ link ^^

[majulians-groupie]

♡ASKBOX OPEN♡

I finally have some free time and I am trying to come out of my writer's block.Feel free to make asks/requests for headcannons,fics and oneshots in my askbox/comments.🪷✨️🩷

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

HI ITS ME gvxzggsgjfh ok look this is. i know this is a weird one it is SO specific and so obviously something i should just write myself if i want it👏but👏but👏BUT i decided to shoot my shot when a perfect chance has arisenderised for you to pick and choose from anything you like AND in any form, and to see if this one maybe by any chance just so happens to spark anything fun in u too xD

ssssssssssoooooooooooooooooooooo RANDOM EVENT ROLL D20 mc gets bitten by a werewoof or some other kind of "contagious" monster species (....cant really think of anything else other than vampirs, now that i say it) but WAIT THERES MORE because. what if mc insisted that they dont want any potential existent cures, they just wanna stay monstery >:3 JVDTHGLN who's considering it, who would absolutely go in the "its either me or this" direction, who's enthusiastic🤣 this is silly as hell but in the case it sparks joy id love to hear ur any and all thoughts because this idea has been haunting me for forever lmao honestly the best way ive imagined it is like one of your own selfinsert pieces youve posted before where its just all of them together bickering heeheehee💘💕🩷💞💖

love u have fun!!

The Arcana Drabble: MC transforms into a "monster"

In the spirit of things, I though a long drabble/short oneshot would work best to keep the madness going XD

Asra's getting stuck in their "one focus and one focus only" mode and right now that focus is making sure you're okay. He'll decide how he feels later, which isn't being helped at all because Julian keeps calling on him to help him slow down the process and get you to think about this a little more. However, it's hard to tell what exactly Julian wants your decision to be because in between him trying to get Asra to make you think about it some more, he's having all kinds of medical epiphanies about how your anatomy is adjusting to the new monster form:

"MC, let's think about some more, shall we? I'm sure Asra agrees with me - don't you, Asra? Asr - oh, whats this?! Your finger's joints are rapidly adjusting to accommodate for - I need a pen and paper -"

"Right here, Ilya." It's Portia's dismissive tone as she digs a small notebook and pencil out of her pocket that keeps you grounded. Not for long, though, because she can't wait to see what happens next. "Accommodate for what, anyways? Are you growing another joint?? Are you going to get claws??? Talons???? Show me!"

Between Julian jotting down unintelligible notes while he studies your elbow's range of motion, Portia's excited exclamations, and Asra's attempt at soothing touch as they rub your shoulders and ask how you're feeling, it's a miracle you can notice Muriel's quiet mumble in the background. He's clearly overwhelmed and very concerned that the physically-altering substance in general got to your brain first, making you so seemingly okay with turning into a monster.

"MC, do you remember your name? Do you need to take a nap? You don't have to be okay with this -"

"I believe this may warrant far more than a nap to recover from." Nadia's doing her best to keep Lucio calm, holding him back from tackling you much like she might grasp a leash. You can practically see the headache building behind her eyes. "We have yet to determine what the extent of this transformation is and therefore whether our dear MC is even capable of fully agreeing to the current process. MC, darling, did the source of this transformation give you any indication of what the end result would be?"

You'd try to respond, but Lucio's excited yelling is too noisy to shout over. He's fumbling at the fastenings on his cape, distracted by your ongoing changes, and very annoyed at Nadia's interference.

"Where did it go? I want to see if it can give me powers too - OW! Dammit, Noddy, I'm trying to help here! You're keeping me from finding the monster and getting it to give me cool - I mean, getting it to tell us more about what's happening! Don't you want that? Don't you want to help MC, Noddy?! Let me go -"

It's with a loud RIP and subsequent "that was velvet, you know!" that Lucio finally breaks free and sprints off in the direction of your new monster friend. You can feel yourself slowly settling in to your new form as the process shows signs of slowing and reaching completion.

Nadia's facepalming. Portia's looking at you with eyes shining in wonder. Julian's still trying to nag Asra into reversing this as he takes notes. The magician in question is still ignoring him as they ask you how you feel for the nth time. Muriel's eyeing the nearby closet in hopes of taking a nap and waking up to it all being a dream. Lucio's a distant, spiky golden speck at this point.

Faust is quietly trying to sneak her knife into your hand, for crimes.

[iridescent-solstice]

[ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ❗❗ ] 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🎀 ་༘ ࿐

⤷ Oneshot x reader drabble series for the game: The Arcana

ᴇʏᴇ ꜱᴘʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇʏᴇ . . . ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴɪQᴜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ!

⤷ The eyes are the window to one's soul, or so they say . . . Isn’t that what makes you wonder what they hide behind their paper thin facade? A quick second is all it really takes to chip away at their walls. So, whether it's the magician's quick stolen glances, the countess's thoughtful gaze, the count's accusatory stare, the hand maid's curious peering, the plague doctor's worried gawking or the scourge's intimidating glower . . . There's definitely something hidden about each and every single one of them. The key to finding that out? Stare right into the heart of the storm. Would they let you in? Share their secrets in hushed whispers? Maybe.

But the real question . . . Is if you're brave enough to find out?

This is a six-episode series, featuring: - Asra Alnazar 🔮 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ - Portia Devorak ˖𓍢ִ໋ 🌷͙֒ ࿐໋.˚ - Muriel of the kokhuri 🐣 ࿐໋.˚ - Nadia Satrinava 🦉🍃˖⋆࿐໋ - Julian Devorak🦜⊹ ࣪ ˖ - Lucio Morgasson ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🐐˚

Posting might start this week or the following one . . . I do hope i've managed to pique your curiosity enough to keep an eye out for updates! 👀

(Ps: If I did my job ryt, you’ll be able to guess which picture represents who in the edited banner above . . . Lemme me know if you can tell or not 🙆🏻‍♀️)

[garf-lover96]

The Arcana MC Masterpost!

this post is going to be frequently edited and updated probably!!

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basic info (stuff that's also known about other characters):

full name: Rowan Kawka (he/him)

familiar: Bluebell (Eurasian magpie)

LI: Julian Devorak

birthday: June 29th

age: (according to the canonical chart) he was born between Portia and Muriel, and he's closer in age to Muriel

height: 175cm (5'9'')

favorite food: penne with chicken and broccoli

favorite drink: black tea with honey

favorite flower: buttercup

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his current(!!) design:

i already wanna update it because there are some things i wanna change, but it is the latest one

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all the fics i have written involving him (and Julian!):

*originals:

my first go at fanfiction ever (wound stitching!)

worm question! (oneshot)

1st anniversary

sunburn (oneshot)

picnic (oneshot)

key milestone

*Vesuvia Weekly's:

Inside Jokes

How to Cry

Baby Fever

Watching Them Sleep

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extras:

Rowan started out as a self-insert but since i wanted to be more creative with him i started figuring out more of his unique traits and backstory. but he still largely remains my means to frolic and have fun with my HUSBAND. questions are always welcome also i love asks!! send me asks :)

[taduki]

Fun-sized HCs: M6 w/ a Conspiracy Theorist MC

Yeah, that’s right, I’m making mini hcs cuz my full hcs are HUGE — they’re like oneshots. Also, yes any and all Inside Job fans come thru I’m begging. 🙏

Asra: If it were not for Julian, they would be the Major Arcana of conspiracies… I mean, when you died, he looked and looked for ways to bring you back when it’s generally supposed to be impossible. If you wanna mull over old books and scrolls for secrets that might not even be there, go right ahead! Will always tear you away from your studies to prevent you from going too far into the rabbit hole.

Julian: Omg!! Partners!! He obsessed over the plague and his best friends since then have been decaying tomes and mysterious ledgers. Though, he’d rather keep away from biology studies for a time, he’s all good with your investigations! He would accompany you on your ventures around the abandoned sides of Vesuvia as well as the not-so-abandoned sides… 😈

Portia: Confused… but delightfully interested! Wants to hear the most interesting stories you have. After all the fun you two had with the realms, who knows what’s gonna happen now! Is down to protect you anytime, but would prefer to keep you safe at home with just your theories. Wants to know everything that goes on in your cute little noggin. 💕

Nadia: Oh, well, now she can make use of that dusty, old section in the library! Is somehow surprised when you suddenly haul ass to the library… Really though, knowing a theorist is inquiring to her as a ruler. She’s cautiously intrigued in your interests, but would rather not intrude. Her concern for you shines through when you express plans to infiltrate or explore… Does her best to get you into events as lawfully as she can if you so wish.

Muriel: Doesn’t care, honestly 😭😭. After all you two have been through during the trip South, he’s had his fair share of magic and monsters already… DOES care when you show signs of the rabbit hole’s depths or plans to get into something dangerous. Begrudgingly accompanies you on expeditions, just to make sure you’re safe…

Lucio: Kind of cool, actually??? He never understood all of that magic junk that happened during the ritual, but secret societies and monuments are way cooler to him! Especially cooler now that you’re traveling and picking up stories from the locals. He’s down to muck up an old crypt anytime with you! Just… don’t expect him to be careful 😒…

[richie-shitlips]

guess i'm doing this cause i'm bored

winner will get a oneshot about them maybe

important update: i don't want curtwen to win i included them because they're one of my favorites but i genuinely don't think i can write them anymore. so i'll be writing for the runner-up if they win. sorry.

[sanddusted-wisteria]

Statistical Anomaly [Oneshot]

GN!Builder/Qi; fluff

Warnings: None

Also on AO3

Summary: "My parents were quite surprised to find out about our relationship. However, when I was ten, I calculated that the probability of me finding love was roughly three point one four percent. They wouldn't have been so surprised if they had simply recalled the conversation in which I relayed that statistic."

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The builder gently took Qi’s hand and laced their fingers together. “3.14%, remember?”

Qi turned towards them, eyes widened. “I’m surprised you remembered that.”

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The Milky Way stretched its way in a magnificent arc across the sky, highlighting the already brilliant sea of stars with a luminous cloud. The silence of night was only broken by the cool desert breeze, and the subtle whirring of the research center’s machinery. The builder was in a trance. If it weren’t for the grounding sensation of the research center’s hard roof under their back, and the warmth and the slow rise and fall of Qi’s breathing at their side, they felt as if they could just fall upwards into that beautiful cosmic expanse.

A rather bright shooting star suddenly shot across their vision. The builder gasped, mind frantically stumbling to make a wish. Beside them, Qi tensed. It was only after a solid five seconds after it disappeared from view that he relaxed with a sigh of…relief? Disappointment?

“No impact,” he said, before the builder could ask him for his wish. He probably would’ve insisted that he didn’t make one, anyway.

“...Is that a good thing?” the builder asked.

“I was wondering if that was an Old World satellite or space debris that fell out of orbit.”

“I think it’d look more like a giant fireball if it was. Probably would fall into the ocean anyways.”

Qi groaned. “What a waste.”

“Hey, if that thing fell onto Sandrock, it’d be me cleaning up the mess.”

“That’s ideal! You would be the first one to hand me any relics you find inside.”

The builder snorted. “Is that why we’re dating?”

“I suppose it is a benefit. Companionship, positive emotions, a wellspring of inspiration and ideas, and exclusive access to new relics before the Civil Corps and the Church get their grubby fingers on them first.”

“Glad to see you know everything you want out of a partner,” the builder laughed. Qi joined in, his chest rumbling against them with his quiet chuckling. “Seriously though, what are the odds of something like that crashing here in town?”

Qi hummed in thought. “I’m not sure. Overall, it’s astronomically low, but with the recent satellite crash in Portia, the odds might change ever so slightly. Might be wishful thinking on my part though.”

“Hey, you never know.” The builder gently took Qi’s hand and laced their fingers together. “3.14%, remember?”

Qi turned towards them, eyes widened. “I’m surprised you remembered that.”

“Yeah. Ever since you told me that, I always wondered how exactly you got that number. Seems kinda hard to calculate.”

“Indeed it was. I decided to challenge myself and attempt to calculate what so many thought was utterly unquantifiable.”

“Mhm. Don’t really think of numbers when I think of love.”

“There may not be a number to quantify love itself, but you’d be surprised to know how many factors that affect love can be expressed with numbers.”

“Really? Like what?” The builder turned onto their side to face Qi, settling in for another one of his thorough, rambling explanations.

“Well, for my calculations, my primary consideration was people,” he began, speaking as if summarizing his latest findings to a fellow researcher. “Both myself and the people around me. I had always wanted to be a researcher, and I preferred to work either alone or with a close friend. Any communication with others besides my family could be done through letters or telegrams. So that already made my chances low. Intuitively, the fewer people I interact with, the lower my chances of forming any sort of connection with one. Pairing that with my rather raw personality, the chances of meeting anyone at all who would be romantically interested are also incredibly low.”

“But not zero,” the builder chimed, nudging Qi’s side with a grin.

“No, not zero,” Qi echoed, breathing a quiet, wistful sigh. “In any case, I took those factors into consideration, combined it with several other variables like Alliance population densities and general reports on romantic compatibility in couples, and found that my chances at finding love were around 3.14%. Accounting for error, of course.”

Accounting for error…so that could’ve been an overestimate. “...Was it…difficult to see the result?”

Qi hesitated. “At the time, it seemed rather sad. But when I considered how rare love seemed to be from personal accounts and stories, it started to make sense. I wasn’t particularly bothered in the long-term. I was still interested in research first and foremost.”

Silence fell over the two of them again. The builder kept their eyes on Qi, trying in vain to read his expression. Qi just kept staring calmly at the stars above.

He was the first to break the silence with a quiet hum. “It’s been a long time since I ever considered that calculation. It’s in much need of a revision.”

“Really? What changes?”

“Different environments, for one. Sandrock is completely different to Vega 5 in every aspect. A smaller community in crisis and differences in culture make one more obligated to personally interact with others. Especially when its citizens keep barging in on you writing important proofs just to give you another spare power stone…” he muttered through his teeth, throwing the builder an aside glare. They just laughed, seeing the faint sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

“Ohhhh nooo, what kind of monster would do that?”

“One persistent enough to annoy me into liking them.”

“Heh. So how much does that change the odds?”

“It increases them by a somewhat significant amount. I never anticipated leaving Vega 5 when I was younger, so I couldn’t have foreseen something like that. But I think it’s irrelevant regardless.”

“Irrelevant how?”

“There’s a second new factor that I couldn’t have seen coming even when I moved to Sandrock. It single-handedly managed to overpower almost every other factor. I’d even call it anomalous; it was completely unprecedented.”

“An anomaly, huh?”

“Yes. An anomaly no one could have foreseen.” Qi turned on his side to meet the builder’s eyes. “It came by train from Highwind one day, and soon enough, it managed to tangle itself into everything. The city’s well-being, the lives of everyone here…and even my own feelings.”

The builder flushed. “A-aw come on. Doesn’t sound like an anomaly to me.”

“Ah, but it was. Sandrock was clearly on a decline on all fronts. Ecologically. Economically. And yet, when the anomaly appeared, everything seemed to start turning around. Slowly, but noticeably.”

They smirked. “Well. Aren’t you the one who keeps saying ‘correlation doesn’t mean causation?’”

“Very good. But correlation may imply causation,” he corrected. “Many times it doesn’t, but if there is a logical reason for the correlation, a causation may be inferred.

“With the anomaly came restoration of town infrastructure, despite numerous bandit attacks, a dramatic increase in production speed and quality from the commerce guild, and even minor reversal of desertification. This anomaly was at the center of it all, an uncontrollable and unpredictable variable in everything. I think it’s fair to say it’s a logical causation, wouldn’t you?”

“Okay, okay. But what’s it got to do with you?”

“Ah. E-erm. Well. Through…extensive direct interaction with the anomaly, it was pretty clear to see the effects it had on me.” Qi suddenly seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes on the builder’s.

“Oh?” they curled their lips into a coy smile. “Care to fill me in on your methodology?”

Even in the dark, they could see Qi’s face reddening. “I–uh…wasn’t expecting to be writing a new research paper right now. Much less in a…spoken-word format.”

“You’re stalling…” the builder replied in a sing-songy voice. “Methods?”

“Er…interactions were basic to start with. A small conversation here or there. Several new machine diagrams drawn. Occasionally it produced a power stone or data disk right as my supply was running dry. Or a fresh cup of tea. Somehow it never seemed to run out of goodwill.”

“And then I guess it started snowballing from there.”

Qi nodded. “Interactions became increasingly frequent. And my research catapulted ahead with its help. I was receiving more relics and data disks than ever before. Then it somehow managed to give me a telescope–” He gestured to the giant thing beside them on the roof. “--something only the most esteemed researcher at Vega 5 could ever hope to touch. It even managed to manifest one of my greatest dream designs into a physical reality–”

“From something very obscure…” the builder grinned.

“Something you never would’ve heard of,” Qi snorted. “Results were striking. Frequent interaction with the anomaly resulted in nearly doubled amounts of positive emotions and increased desire for further interaction. You could say it triggered a positive feedback loop in me, where interaction led to desire for more interaction, which led to more interaction, and so on. An utterly fascinating phenomenon.”

The builder felt their cheeks heating again, looking away with a bashful smile. “And how did that loop get started exactly?”

“Not by conscious choice. It just so happened that the anomaly’s work tied firmly into my work. Encountering it was inevitable.” He paused. A fresh breeze washed over them, chilling the builder’s back.

“So. Back to our calculation. When we factor in this anomaly, my old calculations become totally obsolete. Instead of 3.14%, the probability of me finding love…” His voice lowered to the softest whisper.

“...is 100%.”

The builder was at a loss for words. They could only stare back at him, eyes glittering like the stars above. Qi’s face softened into that rare, private smile reserved just for them: small but full of warmth. It made their entire body glow with an invisible, but brilliant light.

Qi closed his eyes. “If the parallel universe theory is to be believed, there are many universes where you never come to Sandrock. There are many universes where I never come to Sandrock. But in every one that we do come here, and we meet…I will always fall for you.” He closed the distance between them, gently bringing his forehead to theirs. “The data doesn’t lie.”

His breath tickled their lips, making it achingly difficult to resist his touch. They slowly brought their hand up to his chin, tilting his head toward them with a feather-light brush. They moved in tandem, bringing their lips together into a gentle kiss.

Qi sucked in a gasp through his nose, caught unaware. And then he relaxed, letting it out as a blissful sigh. He brought his free hand up to weave it through the builder’s hair, pulling them as close as he could. They felt their nose nudge his glasses out of place, but that hardly mattered.

The builder let themself melt into Qi’s warmth. The glow inside of them burned brighter and brighter. They no longer had to imagine themself falling up into the endless sky. They were there already, a brand-new star floating on the celestial sea.

They pulled away to breathe, and suddenly they were back on Earth. The remnants of Qi’s touch tingled beneath their skin, the glow fading but never vanishing. Qi still gave them the same tranquil smile, his face ruddied all the way to his ears. The builder returned it with an adoring gaze of their own.

“I love you,” they whispered.

“And I, you,” he whispered back.

None in Sandrock would ever hear them, but the gentle wind carried the words from their lips, lifting them up, up, and away for the stars alone to listen.

[fox-daddy]

Mc and Oc related posts

Vesuvia weekly

Main Love Intrest (MLI) dynamics

Secondary Love Intrest (SLI) dynamics

MLI sharing clothes

SLI sharing clothes

Kyle/Kai 'the intrusive thoughts won' oneshot

MLI how to hold your loved ones

Things that are diffrent (post/pre plague)

MLI rare smiles

MLI inside jokes

MLI first kisses

MLI Baby Fever

MC intro's

Basic information about my Mc's

Backstories;

Hunter's backstory

Infromation;

Common theme

Random;

Non Mc Oc's

4 facts per ship (main 3 Mc's)

Random info about my main 3 Mc's

Retcons overtime

2 things they love about themselves and 2 insecurities with my main 3 mc's

Voice claims for my main 3 Mc's and some oc's

How my main 3 Mc's view a gift giving holiday

Main 3 Mc's food crimes

Muriel/Julian/Portia reaction to Hunter's cooking

Nadia vs Silver (kiwi accent lesson)

Kyle vs PSL

Kyle vs Beawatch (only the ending)

Hunter x Julian

Hunter judging everyone

how they + M6

Basically how Hunter's first bath would've gone

Basically Muriel x Kyle meme

Breaking down my Mc's;

1) Hunter

2) Kyle

How they react to each ending;

How they react to each route's ending (Kyle)

Incorrect quotes;

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

Tui vs Muriel (sorry Muriel)

[majulians-groupie]

♡Nadi fluff oneshot♡,

With an MC that deals with Lupus 🤍🪷🪻✨️

So this is a continuation of the previous headcannon post,I just post it separately because I kind of escalated and accidentally wrote a one-shot instead of headcannons😂.Oops👀

I wrote this during a recent Lupus flare I had,so I kind of projected a few personal emotions in it.I really hope that through this I will able to send comfort vibes to anyone that needs them♡

If you are fighting a chronic illness,you got this.Keep up,you are stronger than you think,and Nadia is here to remind you(I know it's easy to forget,it's okay ♡)

•TO THE STORY:)))))))●

(This takes place back when the MC first moved into the palace to assist Nadia with Julian's investigation. You and Nadia may not know eachother for long,but you both have noticed that there is an unspoken connection between you two,one you are both afraid to express or explore)

🦉🌙🦉🌙🦉🌙Nadia🌙🦉🌙🦉🌙🦉 :

Since of the first days you moved into the palace,she had noticed that there were days where something was off about you.Even though you were trying to brush it off,she would notice that you seemed tired,and that your moves were carefull,as if you were recovering from an injury.

Despite her concern,Nadia is never one to be indiscreet and hesitates to press on the matter.However, she makes sure that your stay in the palace is as much comfortable as possible,providing you everything you may need. -she reminds you that if you ever start feeling a little bit under the weather,you can always request a checkup from the palace's physician-

As you get to know eachother and you start to bond,she makes it her goal to gain your trust and help you on whatever issue is tormenting you and yout wellbeing. One morning where you had a -particularly-bad flair,one you couldn't hide and shake off, she decides to finally gently press on the subject.

You layed on your bed in your guestroom on the palace,waiting for Portia to fetch the painkillers she insisted  she would bring you from her stock in her bedroom's cabinet (you didn't dare refuse,seeing the worried but strict look on her face).As the door opens,you see that the one to enter your room,is the countess herself Nadia holding a box of painkillers and a loaf of pumpkin bread(she has noticed it is your favourite in breakfast).Even in her nightgown,she was as classy and elegant as always.

-MC -she whispers-....

...Good Morning dear,I am sorry to burst in your room like that,(she literally knocked) it is just that Portia has informed me that you will not be able to join us for breakfast,and that you may take the day off because you appear to be...-she lingers,a concerned look on her face...sick?

-Yes, you say uncertainly.But it is no big deal really..Maybe I've come down with the flu or something

-She also told me you refused to see the palace physician. Is there any specific reason about this?Is there anything wrong about him that I should be aware of?If you are more comfortable with a female doctor,we can make that happen you know.

-No no!It is not that,it is just...

...you sigh.It is not that you can't just simply brush the matter off with practiced ease nor that Nadia is pushing you.It is just that even though you are not comfortable talking about your disease with people,you had a feeling you could trust Nadia.That she wouldn't pity you,unwillingly reducing you to your struggles,nor judge you,make you feel ashamed or freak out and ask you if it is contagious.(unfortunately Vesuvia's horrible education system's consequences are not limited to illiteracy.People are seriously uneducated about chronically and disabled people,and the scars the plague left in the city only make the matter worse)

You also needed to get a few things of your chest,so you decided to hesitantly open up to her.

Nadia is a great listener,making your hesitation slowly vanish,as you pour your thoughts and fears into the conversation.As your voice gets steadily more emotional,she slowly starts coming closer to you ,holding your hand,brushing her thumb over it,her gaze never leaving your eyes.

The closeness gets you completely rid of any filters or barriers you may had.As your discussion turns into a vent,you don't even realize that you are suddenly tearing up.Nadia decides to be bold and slowly pulls you up to your her soft embrace,careful to not induce any pain.

You stay there for a moment,and she feels happy about the fact that she feels you slowly relaxing to her arms,the tension leaving your body as you melt into her touch.

After a few seconds,she speaks:

-Portia gave me the strongest painkillers she had stored,so I recommend not taking them with any empty stomach.I took the liberty of choosing pumpkin bread-a small smirk appears on her face.-

As you smile to her,you slowly sit up,trying to not make a big deal out of the fact that your body is aching all over.You didn't know what was happening.You haven't had such a bad flair in months.Everything was going well,and your blood exams were better than ever.It was so frustrating, that some times,there was not an explanation,things were just the way they were,stubborn to follow progress and change.

Nadia interrupts your thoughts by asking you if it would be better to call your own personal doctor.

-It would be ideal,but they are currently on the other side of the country,participating on a mission to provide healthcare for remote villages in the Eastern mountains.They won't be in Vesuvia for another 2 weeks.(You hated the fact that rheumatologists were so rare )

-So actually,maybe the palace physician is not a bad idea,you admit.

As the doctor checks you up,prescribing the proper antiflammatory medication,he suggest you take a few days off your investigation,giving your body the time it needs to rest.He also regretfully mentions that your knee needs an arthrocentesis,but he currently lacks the necessary equipment for it,so you will have to do it the old fashion way,dressing your knee with ice and letting your body absorb the fuild on its own.

In the next few days,Nadia manages to take a few days off her courtly duties,warily leaving a more than eager Valerius to look after the stuff that need watching over.She knew it probably wasn't a good idea,but something inside of her wanted,needed to be close to you,help you in this difficult moment.At first she would just keep you company and assist you with the ice compresses.Talking,drinking tea and reading a book at your bedside.It was more obvious than ever that something,a strong unspoken connection was lingering between the two of you.

As the days passed,there were moments that you were frustrated,and were not satisfied with your progress.You couldn't understand why you STILL needed bedrest. It felt unfair.You were doing everything right.

It was there when she gently interfered,her hand in your shoulder,reminding you that you weren't strong and capable only when you were able to brush your symptoms off.You were also incredibly and undeniably strong when you were able to go through your symptoms at their worst,prioritizing yourself and your needs,having the often undervalued but incredible strength of being patient.It wasn't up to you how strong or small the pain and the fatigue would be.So it wasn't your responsibility to keep up with it,or always try to ignore it,reducing the importance of it.Your reactions and what you are going through is valid.If anyone were to tell you otherwise,they were just being dense,not able to own up and understand the situation properly,therefore their opinion should not matter to you.

She noticed the way you looked at her,trying to not tear up,grateful for the words you needed to hear.The ones that Asra repeated over and over,never managing to convince you one hundred per cent.It is not that Nadia magically convinced you,it is wasn't even something thay had to do with the words specifically.It was just that her presence only provided you with a different sense of comfort.One that was deep,that broke through your shields and barriers and gently invaded into the back of your head,were your darkest thoughts would linger and torment you,waiting to find you at any weak moment,to assault you.As she sat on the edge of your bed,her body language gently asking for permission,she slowly and carefully folded you in her arms.This time,you were instantly comfortable.You willingly let yourself relax into her embrace,and you felt a sense of comfort take over you,almost numbing a small percentage of the pain.As she slowly stroke your hair,you let a breath you realize have been wanting to release for a while.You didn't even realized when you dozed off,into a deep and calm sleep.

Nadia was so stuck into her own thoughts,that it took her a while to realize you were actually asleep on her arms.She was worried about you,and she sensed the unfairness of the situation.You were a responsible person.Almost too responsible.Always careful with the alcohol and never smoking.Stuck to your sleeping schedule,almost in a complulsive way.But now it made so much sense.You were always taking care of yourself,doing everything right.You were so young,and your body was failing you.It was not right,and she hated the fact that she couldn't do anything about it.She remembers you trying to hide your pained expression as you were trying to sit up and frowned.She turned to look at you,your chest slowly going up and down against her,a peaceful look on your face that would make someone believe that everything was fine.But it wasn't.Her mind wandered,thinking of how many people were suffering from illnesses like yours,that had not access to the healthcare they needed.How many times a grim situation could have been preventable?How many times children died from a simple fever a syrup would have evaporated?As much as she was frustrated your doctor was away when you nedded them,she couldn't help but admire the fact that they were trying to help in places where healthcare was limited to home remedies that provide little to no comfort or relief.Her mind then wandered to Nazali.Even though she missed her sibling,she was more proud of them than ever.

She felt a sense of responsibility as a countess.It wasn't the job of the doctors to give over their life to fix the incapability of the leaders to make a proper healthcare system.Their job was to simply help and assist their patients.

She had to do something about it.She could try to redesign Vesuvia's healthcare system(honestly the what?)back from the start.She would try her best to make healthcare available for every citizen.No matter how much time it takes.She would make sure that schools will provide the education needed to build a society that treats disabled and sick people with the respect they deserve,and give the chance to anyone wanting to work on healthcare to do so.The shortage of medical personnel,doctors and researchers was huge after the plague,and all sorts of medication was becoming harder to find every day.She will talk to other world leaders as well.Maybe they can have a meeting about it.Maybe they could sign an agreement.She will see.

First though, she has to make sure thay you are okay.And she will do whatever it takes to be there for you,always watching you and admiring you for your strength,grateful to you for trusting her with your vulnerabilities,and opened her mind to issues she took for granted for way longer than she was proud of.

Well,that's a wrap folks,I really hope you enjoyed reading,it was kinda long but heyy writing was practice for my non existent attention span.

You can always ask me and drop headcannon/fic recommendations.My ask box is always open

My batter is dying,ttyl

Eva♡

[thefishermansharbor]

Requesting rules!

Hello! I’m so glad you’re interested in my posts, thank you!

I’m Shirin, a writer for the arcana made by Nixhydra. My posts are in English, Spanish, and Farsi. Although my followers are mostly english, the majority of my posts are in english. 

First of all - you need to specify what and who. For example, you need to include which character ( Muriel, Asra, Portia, etc. ) and what type of writing you want it to be ( headcanons, blurbs, oneshot, etc. ) as well as what genre it is ( angst, fluff, pre - smut, etc. ) and more specifics. 

Example request : 

“ Hii Shirin! How’s it going? I want fluff headcanons of Asra, Nadia, and Lucio with a goth partner! Thanks.” 

There are specific no goes, I won’t write for the following:

Romance with underage characters. 

Extreme blood and gore. 

Pregnancy / miscarriages. 

Extreme trauma.

Harsh language. 

Blatant racism or sexism. 

Hard non - con. 

Other than that, the sky’s the limit when it comes to my requests! Feel free to request whenever you’d like, and expect to have a piece sent back to you within the next 1 - 3 weeks. Have a lovely day and stay safe online.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana Drabbles: Explanation and Masterlist

I'm going to add examples below, but drabbles can range from several sentences to several paragraphs and cover everything from humor to angst to fluff! They're written more like train-of-thought fanfic, instead of the structured bullet points I use in HCs. What really sets them apart though is that drabbles focus on one or two characters at a time and are not limited to the M6!

Drabbles can be as oddly specific as you want, to as randomized as you want. Here's some examples of what you could request, and some links of past drabbles -

"I really like the idea of a cozy night in with Portia where she takes care of my hair, could you write a drabble for that?"

"Can I have drabbles of Selasi being just The Best to MC?"

"I have this really specific bittersweet moment in my head - [insert description here] - could you do a drabble of that with whichever M6 parent you think fits it best?"

"How about a drabble for [specific character]? Whatever you want to write about them!"

Julian and quill pens

Portia's hair

Asra and Muriel and campfire teamaking

Nadia and Favorite Foods

Scout's self care

Lucio's hair

Inanna and Muriel

Mercedes and Melchior and Lucio

Chandra missing Nadia

Malak and Julian

Pepi being a Cat

Faust and Asra and Faust's knife

Cuddling Birblian

MC transforms into a "monster"

Vesuvia Weekly: Baby Fever (M6 oneshot)

M6 building IKEA furniture

Lucio realizing the dogs are his familiars

Family-burdened MC and nothing-is-taboo Lucio

Asra's sweet tooth

Julian and his waterproof plague clothes

Nadia's poorly-worn clothes pet peeve

Portia's garden

Muriel's favorite colors

Vesuvia Weekly: Don't Wake MC!

Vesuvia Weekly: "Why are we hiding?"

Modern AU Pre-Prologue Setup

Work Lunches with Asra

Julian's Pirate Adventures

Prince!Lucio and Bodyguard!MC

Prince!Lucio and Bodyguard!MC, pt 2

M6 vs Mechanical Bull (oneshot)

Comforting Julian during a storm

Bodyguard!Muriel and Royalty!MC

Julian when MC gets tendonitis

Vesuvia Weekly: Learning (love) Languages

Vesuvia Weekly: Guilty Pleasures (poorly doodled)

Inanna protecting MC's stuffed animal

Malak upstaging Julian (on purpose)

Faust and Asra trying to learn MC's secrets

Chandra trying to share her puzzles with MC

Pepi sharing her secrets with MC

Mercedes and Melchior "helping" Lucio be a good boy

(Art prompt) Muriel's prosthetic proposal

Youngest Child Nadia

Honorary Grandma Portia

Big Brother Julian

Ageing Lucio angst

Resilient Asra angst

Asra's inherited fashion sense

Nadia the Countess Engineer

Julian as a castmate

Lucio's dental habits

Portia's domestic feminine rage

Muriel's bad posture

Julian and the canals

Asra and weekly dusting

Nadia and the South End Theatre

Muriel's pockets

Portia's to-do list

Lucio's bathtime

Post-upright route evening with Nadia, Asra, and Julian

Julian & Portia talk to Malak & Pepi

Knight!Muriel and Royalty!MC, pt 2

M6 all cook in one place

Asking Muriel to crush a watermelon between his thighs

Prince!Julian and bodyguard!MC

MC and Julian get arrested while Portia bails them out

When Muriel's kid is a walking heart attack

Mercedes and Melchior accidentally halfway merge

Julian getting used to normalcy

Asra sharing a bed with you

Nadia sharing her room for the first time

Muriel sharing his thoughts with you

Portia getting used to your attention

Lucio not understanding your love

Julian when you're stressed and quietly waiting

Asra when you've been wronged by someone

Nadia's fluctuating code of ethics

Muriel's scathing letter talents

Portia on AITA

Lucio realizing he can weaponizing his capacity to annoy

Vesuvia Weekly: A Date With Disaster

Vesuvia Weekly: To be loved is to be ...

Motorcycle Mishap

Julian with an MC who smells their hair to think

Vesuvia Weekly: MC is M6's embodied impulse control

Vesuvia Weekly: Sleepover Horrors

Vesuvia Weekly: One More Dance Before Bed (Julian)

[iridescent-solstice]

[ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ❗❗ ] 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🎀 ་༘ ࿐

Life has slowly picked up in pace and before you knew it, there is seldom any free time to spare for your beloved partner. With the masquerade ball getting closer and closer, as much as there is excitement. There's fear as well. Something's wrong . . . You know it is, even your partner knows . . . Because there's something brewing under the surface, you can feel it. Anxiety clawing at you to figure it out before it's too late! But at least for now, let's not focus on that . . .

Instead, focus on the fact that there is much to get done and not enough time to do it. The process of trying to get everything under control . . . is long and tedious. It makes you yearn for the simple moments spent by your lover's side. A get away even. So, what little time you do have together, not working that is, is spent trying to find some semblance of peace. Finding comfort in one another. These moments although small and passing, mean the world to you both, even if you feel like they never last long enough . . . Doomed to fade away when the real battle actually begins . . . But in the end, that’s what makes it so special!

This is a oneshot series focusing on moments of closeness with your chosen character! A calm before the storm typa moment. The series will start releasing sometime next week and has a grand total of 4 episodes. Fluff with comfort.

Featuring: - Asra Alnazar 🔮 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ - Portia Devorak ˖𓍢ִ໋ 🌷͙֒ ࿐໋.˚ - Muriel of the kokhuri 🐣🍂🌻 - Nadia Satrinava 🦉🍃˖⋆࿐໋

So, if i've managed to pique your curiosity, do keep an eye on my blog 👀

[gaygoetia]

Part 1 of the Oneshot polls *REPOST* (because I accidentally set the previous poll for 1 day instead of 1 week, sorry!)