#someone likes a high maintenance prince

[heretherebedork]

Sir. SIR.

This is an office break room.

Oh, so they're making this show for @absolutebl. Got it, glad for it, thank you Korea.

[spicycinnabun]

“Steve, something is wrong with Christofern!” Eddie entered Steve’s room, cradling the potted plant in his arms.

He’d come home after work, ready to greet his bud-dy, but one look at him had made Eddie gasp. His leaves were shriveled up like sad little green raisins. Usually, they were puffed up like oversized Rice Krispies.

Christofern had been Robin’s, originally. It had been in a very sorry state on her windowsill before she’d left for college—a lot worse than it looked now, under Eddie’s care, thank you—and she’d told him, “I honestly can’t stand the thing. You keep it. It sheds worse than my aunt’s Great Pyrenees, and I’m tired of vacuuming. Just don’t throw it out, or Steve might murder you.”

And that had been that.

Christofern didn’t look like a typical house plant. He wasn’t a fern, which Steve kept reminding him. Steve was more practical. He didn’t give his plants names but called them by their designated labels.

Christofern was a Donkey’s Tail, or sedum morganianum, part of the succulent family. That term meant absolutely nothing to Eddie unless it was referring to a big bowl of pasta—he had no idea there was a whole plant category called delicious.

“But maybe he wants to be a fern, Steven,” he’d argued. “Ever thought of that? He doesn’t have to be a succulent just because he was assigned so at birth.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” had been Steve’s reply.

At first, Eddie had enlisted Steve’s help purely because he’d wanted his attention, and talking about plants was an easy as hell way to get Steve’s attention. Steve was a very passionate plant dad. But later, Eddie grew to love Christofern, and the trials and tribulations of learning how to care for him were almost like raising his own child.

Christofern had not just one but seven long, thickly spiked green tails. Seven tails. He reminded Eddie of a mutated dragon. He was adorable but occasionally grumpy and high-maintenance, like a certain someone Eddie knew. (Perhaps Christofern was more of a prince than a dragon—a dragon prince?)

If he didn’t get enough sunlight, his leaves shed, and he wilted. If he wasn’t rotated daily, he got yellow and sunburnt. And if he didn’t get enough water…

“I swear I watered him... uh, recently.” When had Eddie last watered him? Not the day before, but maybe Wednesday? Or had it been Tuesday? Shit. Eddie pouted. “I just gave him a drink now, anyway. It’s not too late, is it, Doctor Steve?”

He clasped his hands and watched Steve’s attentive eyes rove over his plant, waiting for the diagnosis.

“Eddie, how could you neglect Christofern like this? I should call Plant Protective Services.” Steve grabbed his hand, startling Eddie and his overactive heartbeat.

He took Eddie’s index finger and pushed it into Christofern’s soil right down to his second knuckle. It felt inappropriate. Eddie made a noise, appalled. “Steven, why are you making me violate Christofern?”

Steve ignored him. “What do you feel? The soil is soaked down there, isn’t it?”

Eddie wiggled his finger. It felt goopy. “Yes,” he admitted.

“You’ve overwatered it,” Steve chastised. “Now, the leaves might rot instead of rehydrating themselves. You’ve got to make sure you don’t drown it. Christofern only needs a moderate amount of water every two weeks, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie said meekly. “I’m sorry, Christofern.”

Steve pulled his finger out of the soil and gave him a look bordering on amusement. “Leave him with me for a few days, and I’ll get him back to where he should be.”

“Thank you, Doctor Steve. How can I ever repay you?” Eddie imagined repaying Steve with his mouth, his tongue, his hands (after he washed the soil off)…

“You can clean the bathroom,” Steve said.

Eddie’s fantasy shattered. He whined. “Does it have to be that?”

“Yup.”

“Damn it, Steve, just make me suck your dick next time,” Eddie grumbled on his way out.

He missed the way Steve’s jaw dropped.

[ornii]

I would like to ask an Ask, how about Vi and Caitlyn with an M!Reader who is an extremely powerful wizard, capable of generating tornadoes when channeling magic.... But he is extremely lazy and prefers to teleport instead of walking, and This usually results in them getting scared by him appearing out of nowhere, and in Vi's case, him getting punched (Unintentionally of course)

“An Acquired Taste”

Vi X M! Reader X Cait

The Sun rose solemnly on the island of Forgrove, An island resting miles off of Piltover. Upon that island was a Strong fortress, moreso a castle, inside said castles Royal bedroom, a prince awoke from his rest and tries to keep the sun out of his eyes. Entering his Royal bedroom was a man, seemingly nonexistent, entirely blue, glowing like a pearl.

“Your highness, it is morning. A bath has been drawn for you.” He said, the prince grumbles but kept his attitude to himself, in a flash of blue light he disappears into his Bathroom, reappearing into his Bath. He slowly sunk deeper into the water, letting the aches of the past wash away. His blue servant enters and gives him his speech.

“My Lord, the crops have come in fine this season, the walls are still strong and require little maintenance sire. All seems well…” he says, the young Prince kept silent, until he sat up and stretched.

“Good, as per usual..”

“Although..” The servant says, and he stops.

“Although what?” He asks.

“There was a letter?” He says, “Directed to you, Lord (Y/n).” He says, (Y/n) sighs and stands up, stepping out of the hot soothing water and with a snap of his fingers, Royal towels float over begin to dry his body.

“From Piltover.. specifically their council.”

“Oh, and here I thought it was from someone important..” (Y/n) says a bit saddened. Teleporting back to his room, with a wave of his hand, his closet opens up to seemingly endless space. He begins to search for what to wear. “Toss it away like the others…”

“But sir, this was Signed by.. Lady Kiramman.” He Said, (Y/n) stops searching and halts, hearing it. His clothes begin to attach to his body, dressing him.

“If memory serves, house Kiramman served yours very diligently…” the servant in blue reveals the letter.

“.. What does it say?” (Y/n) asks.

“For your Appearance at the council, it seems urgent, at your earliest convenience.” They say… should I still burn it?” He asks.

“No, prepare the ship… we’re heading back to Piltover..” he says, now fully clothed and dressed. While he prepares for the journey, Piltover was slowly coming to a boil with its civil unrest, the prince may be able to resolve this. More importantly, Caitlyn of the Kiramman family was given an “important” task.

“Watch the Prince?” Caitlyn asks her mother, as she stood across her mother, who sat upon her desk, writing a letter. “This seems the least of our problems.” Caitlyn said complaining to her mother, who calmly puts down her Quill and Pen, she looks up to her daughter.

“Caitlyn, I understand this may not be the order you wish to hear but this must be seen through, the prince will be able to assist us with the control of Hextech, and keeping it from the hands of our enemy. This is an important task I am giving you..” She said, Caitlyn was convinced but reluctantly agreed, leaving her room, caitlyn let out a sigh of frustration outside her mothers room. A voice came from nearby, leaning against the wall, Vi.

“So, had fun?” She Said, Caitlyn was fuming.

“No, I have babysitting duty. For a prince!”

“Another big wig asshat, fun.” Vi says to herself as she follows caitlyn down the hall.

“He isn’t a Bigwig, hes the son of former council members, mother always said such good things about them, but they died during the revolt…so we took their place.” The duo exit the councils building and make their way to the docks, awaiting the arrival of the Prince.

“So, when will we know this guys coming?” Vi asks, before she can respond something comes in the horizon of the water. The head of a large ship moving at high speeds, it was made of a deep auburn wood, seemingly brand new. The head of the ship was a woman adorned in armor. Soldiers of blue March out of the ship, their bodies intangible to reality it seems, and from the under of the ship the Wizard walks out, now dressed in his dinner jacket and brooch combination. He didn’t look particularly amused to see Piltover. He walks off his ship to the docks, Caitlyn and Vi have never seen magic so effortlessly wielded. (Y/n) wasn’t paying much attention to them. He approaches them, and Caitlyn takes the mantle to go first.

“Um.. Welcome your highness to Piltover.. we’re glad to have you.” She says, (Y/n) wasn’t saying much, he thinks.

“It looks worse since I left… are you servants?” He asks, Vi opens her mouth to say something probably insulting but Caitlyn intervenes.

“No, we’re to escort you to the council.”

“Ah, I can get there on my own…” he says. “But my mother wishes for us to personally—“ Caitlyn begins her bargain, but (Y/n) poofs out of existence right in front of them, Caitlyn was actually speechless and Vi smirked.

“Wow, you were so boring you made him stop existing—“

“Shut it! We have to find him!” She looks around to see he’s walking past them. He’s searching for something and eyes the building. He then snaps out of place again, in a flash of light he appears before the council, shocking many. He looks around in the center to the members seeing his profound arrival. His eyes trace to Lady Kiramman. He gives a small bow of courtesy.

“Lady Kiramman.” He says, she quickly adjusts herself and stands up.

“My Lord.” She says, “Council Members, this is Lord (Y/n) of The Island of the Gold Moon. Profound In all of the magical arts, he will be a valuable asset in the management of magic and Hextech.” She explains, “But… where is Caitlyn?” She asks.

“…Who?” (Y/n) replies.

“My Daughter? The girl who was meant to bring you here?” She says, (Y/n) slowly began to piece together it all, the perfectly shaped nose, the beautiful blue ocean eyes, the long gorgeous hair, she’s the spitting image of her mother. Perfect and Beautiful, (Y/n) puts his hand on his face in dismay.

“Dammit.” He murmurs, and as if on queue, a pair of girls burst into the room, Caitlyn and Vi. They see the Wizard and their mother.

“I apologize Lady Kiramman, I didnt know it was your daughter.” He says, and then turns to Caitlyn.

“I apologize for ditching you, I suppose I should have listened to you, now.. well I suppose I’m all ears.” He says, Lady Kiramman was the first to explain.

“We you’ve heard before, our rising issues with Hextech and those who seem to wish to destroy us, Jayce can give you more information.” she sits back down and (Y/n) folds his arms and turns to face this Jayce Talis, he’s heard things about his genius.

“So, what do I need to know?” (Y/n) begins, Jayce fiddles with a pen, upset at having to ask for help from a Wizard.

“Hextech was meant to be a stepping stone towards a future not bound by old ideals and superstition. But with all this power we have, it seems someone is looking to use it to tear down everything we’ve been building. Hextech can power generators, teleportation devices, but also weapons of power we can’t even fathom.” Jayce wasn’t very thrilled with all of this, his greatest achievement used to wipe what he loved off the face of this hunk of rock.

“And you wish for someone actually proficient in magic to fix the situation. Why am I not surprised.” (Y/n) shakes his head.

“But why should I help you? I have no stake in this…” (Y/n) says, the council members murmur slightly to themselves. One stood up, beautiful with amazing dark skin and gold accents to adorn her body. Mel was her name.

“Piltovers finances, even with our current situation, are better then they have in the last decade, we have the means to pay you very handsomely for it—“ Mel begins, but (Y/n) cuts her off.

“Miss, I own a castle, an entire garden of food and a ship worth this entire building. I am not feigned for money…” he admits, Mel keeps her calm look and slowly sits down. (Y/n) then turns to Jayce.

“I have no reason to help you, or really anyone. Piltover was my Home until a certain uprising occurred, and my parents perished for the selfishness of a bunch of council members, who couldn’t look past their own noses for the safety of others.” (Y/n) has scorn in his voice, the small sense of victory was felt as he turned to leave.

“A word of advice, do not mettle with things you cannot control, so this won’t happen again.” He takes one step to leave before a hand grabs his wrist, he turns to see it was Caitlyn, in a desperate plea.

“My mother always talked so honorably about your family, I know we’ve only met a few times, but I know your family. Please, not for us but all of Piltover and the Undercity, they don’t deserve to be caught in a civil war.”

Caitlyn’s plea was passionate, and honest, Vi stepped up to him, “My family’s from the underground too, I didn’t want them caught up in all of this either, Cmon…” she was the last nail in the coffin. (Y/n) sighed, “Fine.” A small Look of relief was on the faces of Vi and Cait.

“I’m going to need a laboratory… and assistants.” (Y/n) says, and grabs the two girls by the wrists.

“Luckily, I already have two.” He said, Vi turns to him.

“We don’t know shit about magic..” Vi said

“You don’t need to, warm bodies work well enough. Plus for my type of Assistance, you’re perfect.. I have an acquired taste in them.”

[darling-zain]

✮↳ If I Want It, I Shall Have It ↰

♡ yandere! princess x gn reader (2.5k words)♡

tw/cw: obsessive love, drugging, use of chloroform, kidnapping, reader hates the monarchy, slightly rushed ending

authors notes: im going on vacation for like a week so I probably won't be online much, here's my little gift to you all <3 (ignore how I literally had to force myself to finish this since I've been working on it for weeks-)

➼ yandere! princess Who was never really interested in romance. She had her castle, she had her garden, and everything she could ever want, so she didn't think romance was necessary for her.

➼ yandere! princess Whose parents were constantly on her case about getting married and "continuing the family legacy". She was the only daughter of the king and queen, so she was the only hope to keep the monarchy alive.

➼ yandere! princess Who would always brush them off by saying that "it's not the right time," or "I haven't found anyone I fancy yet," but she knows that nobody will cut it for her. She's too high-maintenance, too extravagant; none of the princes in her kingdom or the next would satisfy her.

➼ yandere! princess Whose parents had finally had enough of her denial, so they decided to bring the candidates to her. It was just an unchanging cycle of them introducing an over-eager prince, her rolling her eyes, dismissing him, and waiting with a bored expression for the next disappointment.

➼ yandere! princess Who would look out her window longingly, gazing up into the endless night sky with tired, hopeless eyes. "Perhaps there really is no one for me..." she whispers into the cold spring air, lying down on her delicate satin sheets. As her tired mind begins to fade, a single tear slides down her cheek and onto her powder-white pillow, a single mark of imperfection.

➼ yandere! princess Who woke up feeling even more tired than before she had slept. She groaned, rubbing her eyes with her soft, perfectly manicured hands. She slowly gets up and opens her soft pink curtains to reveal a gorgeous view of the entire kingdom; a sight she was absolutely enamoured with as a child but had now grown sick of. She slides open her glass door to step out onto her balcony, letting the wind gently caress her face. As she leans against the railings, the soft scent of freshly baked bread surrounds her. She looks down to see someone stepping out of the bakery and taking some pastries out of the oven. Their face is hidden in shadow, but she can see their mouth turn into a frown as they look up at the castle. Her eyes linger on their frame even after they've left, sighing heavily.

➼ yandere! princess Who had gotten sick and tired of her parent's desperate attempts to get her engaged, and just needed a break from them.

➼ yandere! princess Who called her chauffeur to take her out into the town, and to not tell her parents lest they bring her back.

➼ yandere! princess Who hopped into her grand carriage, looking out the window as they left the castle gates, excitedly anticipating getting to see what a normal life would be like.

"We've arrived, Princess." Her chauffeur calls from the front seat, getting out to open her door for her.

"Thank you very much," She politely nods to him, adjusting the scarf on her head. "Don't wait for me, you can head back to the castle." She dismisses him with a wave of her hand, walking into the market. She looks at everything with awe, all the ordinary stalls looking more magical to her than anything in her castle. As soon as she walks into the town square, she can hear whispers all around her.

Murmurs of "Is that Princess Asmaan?" and "No, it surely couldn't be!" float around her like dandelion seeds, drifting along the winds into every corner of the small village.

She pays them no mind, having become used to the constant whispering that follows her wherever she goes. Soon enough, that familiar scent of freshly baked pastries fills her senses. Not thinking about anything else, she follows the scent to a small building with a large oven right next to it. Her eyes are wide as she watches someone dive into the circular oven and pulls out a few scalding hot flatbreads. A look of awe and shock cross her face at the feat which, in her eyes, seemed incredible, but to you... it was just another day in the bakery.

A man walks past the counter, giving her a glance in her direction before stopping in his tracks. He looks absolutely shocked, but then smiles widely.

"Princess! It's such an honour to have you here- what brings you to our little part of town?" Your father asks in an excited tone, to which she returns the enthusiasm.

"I wanted to see how my people are doing, and I couldn't help but notice the smell of your wonderful goods! May I have two naans, please?" Her excitement is genuine, but it makes you sick.

"Of course! Y/n, bring two naans, the best of the batch!" Your father's booming voice is carried through the small building, making you roll your eyes.

"Coming..." you mumble, putting two flatbreads in a paper bag. As you walk up to the counter, you notice just who you're serving. A disgusted scowl appears on your face as you stride up to the clay table, slamming the bag onto it and glaring at her straight in the eyes. "That'll be 421." You grumble, your voice full of disdain. Your father looks at you with a shocked expression, as if to say "You dare tell the Princess to pay?!" but you remain stoic as you wait for her to reply.

"Oh... yes, of course!" She reaches into her purse and pulls out a few crisp bills, to which your father interjects.

"No, no, there's no need for that! You're the princess, after all, we should be glad just to be in your presence!" He waves his hands in front of his face, smiling nervously. You, on the other hand, snatch the bills from her hand and put them in the drawer under the counter.

"Have a nice day," You say in a monotone voice as a clear indicator for her to leave. She looks a bit taken aback but takes the hint regardless.

"Ah... you too!" She smiles brightly before turning on her heel and walking away. As she walks through the busy streets, her mind is focused on one thing; you. She's never seen someone look at her with such hatred... she's the princess, everybody loves her! Everybody except you. She found your annoyed behaviour to be quite intriguing, almost... alluring. "They're a very interesting person... i need to know more about them." She thinks as she takes a seat on a large rock in the town square, silently eating her food. She looks down at the golden brown bread, her eyes softening slightly. She takes one bite, then another, then another before realizing something. You were the person that made this. It was you who flattened it between your palms, you who sprinkled the sesame seeds on top, and you who dove into the oven to bake it. This seemingly ordinary pastry was now not ordinary at all; it was a piece of you. She smiles to herself as she eats in silence, the naan now tasting that much sweeter to her.

After another hour or so of walking through the crowded streets, she started to get bored. She walks back down the street in which your bakery resided, smirking as she went behind a few buildings and to the side of your bakery, watching with soft eyes as you move about the kitchen. You notice someone behind you, a pair of eyes staring and watching your every move. You take a deep breath, put the dough down, and turn around. You clearly don't expect to see her, causing a look of surprise to grow on your face, before quickly turning to frustration. She giggles at your expression, not saying a word.

"Why are you here?" You hiss out from behind clenched teeth.

She looks around innocently, playing with the end of her scarf. "I wanted to see how a bakery works." Her answer is truthful, but it only angers you more.

"Never seen a bakery before?" You scowl at her, going back to flipping the bread and stretching it out. "Spoiled, entitled little brat..." You mumble under your breath. "Probably never even seen someone making food since everything is done for you..."

She rests her head in her hands, leaning her elbows on the ledge of the open window as she gazes at you longingly. She stays quiet, thinking about what you just said, before speaking up. "Do you hate me?" Her question is simple in nature, but has a complicated meaning behind it. It could be a threat, a genuine question, or a test.

You've always been one to answer with your heart, so the answer comes to you naturally. "yes, I do. You're a selfish, spoiled little rat who's always had everything handed to you on a silver platter. You pretend to care about your people, but while we're all here living in literally dirt-poor conditions, you're sitting in your lavish castle without a care in the world. How could I not hate you?" You're practically seething at this point, but she doesn't care.

"You're right. I'm lucky. I could've been born into the same fate as you, working hard every day just to make ends meet. But I wasn't, and I'm so thankful for it." She sighs, standing up straight. "I'm sorry that wasn't the case for you." Her voice is slightly sad as she walks away, the cold night air enveloping her entire being. She gazes up at the large castle looming in the distance, a small frown appearing on her face. You were right, she had everything handed to her. whatever she wanted, she got. And she was going to make sure that included you as well.

iIt's late at night when she finally returns to the castle, rushing to her room with quiet feet so she doesn't wake up anyone. She opens the double doors to her bedroom and slowly walks inside. Lying down on her bed, her mind wanders to the conversation she just had.

"How could I not hate you...?" She repeats your line in a whisper, the soft moonlight cascading onto her. As she's lost in her thoughts, she stands up and walks to her closet. "How could I not hate you..." That single line plays in her mind on a loop as she grabs some dark pants and a black shirt with a matching scarf. "You've always had everything handed to you..." She mumbles as she pulls on the loose shirt. "Everything... but not you." Her voice is firm as she walks out, a stern glare in her brown eyes.

She silently opens her door and walks over to one of the many cleaning closets, sneaking inside and locking the door. As she waits for her eyes to adjust, she starts to think of a plan. Her eyes focus on a sheet of paper stuck to the back walls with a list of chemicals on them. She scans the paper before finding the one she needs. "Blue jug, Chloroform". She grabs a rag and the blue jug of chemicals as she plods through the room and to the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb anyone. She sneaks down many flights of stairs while having to take breaks in between, her frail arms not being used to having to carry that much weight. When she finally reaches the entrance, she takes a deep breath and opens the door a crack, slipping through noiselessly. Walking past the castle gates and into the road behind the now silent town, she starts to wonder why she didn't just have one of her maids do it for her. She's about to return before your words come back to her in a wave. "You've always had everything handed to you... how could I not hate you..." Your words spur her on to continue with her plan, determined to prove you wrong. Perhaps if she did this on her own, you'd finally see her for who she is!

She sighs dreamily as she walks behind your bakery, peering inside the window to see if she could spot anyone. In the dusty glass window of the kitchen, she can see you sleeping at the kitchen counter. When she sees your calm resting face, she almost swoons. You've only ever looked at her with hatred, be it either to her face or up at her from the ground. Her resolve is now set, she had to change your mind.

She soaks the rag in the chemicals, wrapping her scarf around her face so she doesn't breathe it in. Her feet are quiet as she sneaks behind the counter and into the kitchen, the lack of doors making it so much easier for her to creep in. She stands directly next to your sleeping figure, a sad look crossing her face. "I'm sorry I had to do this..." She whispers before her gentle hands slowly place the rag over your nose and mouth.

A minute after she puts the rag on your face, you start to wake up. Your eyes grow wide as you realize what's happening, but with the scarf covering her face you can't see who's attacking you. You start to thrash and scream, but nobody can hear you because of the rag. She holds you down with a gentle touch so that you can't escape, and after a few more minutes, you're completely gone. She grins wildly when you stop struggling, your limp body a sign of her success. She pulls you out of the chair as carefully as she could, but she ended up dropping you because of how delicate her arms are. "You won't mind, will you, qaundom~?" She chuckles softly as she drags your limp body across the floor.

She drags you past the kitchen, the counter, and the side of the building until you're finally back behind the bakery. She takes the bottle of chemicals and ties the handle to her shirt so she doesn't have to carry them, dragging you along the grass and toward the castle. Eventually, she makes it to a door at the back of the castle, opens it, and throws you inside with all of her remaining strength, now completely winded from the trip. After taking a minute to recuperate, she takes your hand and hauls you into an empty cell that's been separated from all the others. She lays you down onto the thin mattress, dusts off her hands and looks at you lovingly.

"You were right, darling. When I want something, I get it." She walks out and closes the cell door softly so it doesn't make that much noise, the rattle of the chain lock echoing through the desolate dungeon.

"And absolutely nothing can stand in my way." Her eyes go cold for a split second as she stares at your lifeless form before turning on her heel and walking to the door.

"Don't hate me for this." With a slam of the iron door, she's gone, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume in her wake.

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[lunicho]

currently NEED something about subby zhanghao because he's currently my roman empire. he's got me swinging me feet left and right like i'm a pendulum or something 😣

- ur fav <3 🍡

SO TRUEEEE literally there's not enough subby zhanghao on here :( im literally gonna go dig up some thoughts that i had before 😝

okay so,, zhanghao is suchhh a sub to me like ive always seen him as a sub. he's very very bratty, like bratty without reason 😭 he's demanding of attention, very high maintenance and has a very slick mouth. he loves when u give him attention, and im talking All of your attention so when you're not focused on him he gets really like annoyed, especially when you're focused on another guy (aka talking to someone). he's demanding of your attention, the type to literally stand in the way while you're in the middle of the conversation so you're forced to pay attention to him like it's that serious for him 😭

pet names galore for him,, call him your prince, your pretty boy, your love, your baby, your fuck toy, literally anything bc he loves it, especially when you emphasize the "MY" part of it, he loves the possessive shit, loves when u make it clear that he's yours and only yours.

he needs a hard dom, someone who's strict and doesn't spoil him. sometimes ofc he deserves the softest sweetest treatment, getting pampered and kissed and things like that but sometimes he needs to be put in his place.

he's sooo into free use, he loves to be your little fuck toy and he submits fully and loves being used anywhere and everywhere 🤧 i feel like he's a little possessive with you as well, only wants to be your toy and only wants you to play with him, like ur his dom and he's your sub and no one else should be part of that 🙄🙄 (except idk i feel like he does lowkey have a thing for having other ppl in the bedroom with y'all what do y'all think)

[stars-n-spice]

Clone OCs: Dawn Company

I made these guys waaay back in March (?) of last year and for some reason never posted them here-

Randomly I decided to go back to them because I think I stopped working on them simply because I couldn't decide on a name for the group/color scheme but I got ideas and the time/motivation to digitalize my initial doodles, so introducing Dawn Company!

Dawn company specializes in relief missions and refugee relocation, so they typically don't see a lot of action. Doesn't mean they aren't prepared to handle the worst though! Debating whether or not they're part of the 187th (hence the purple), but we shall see.

Check out Dusk Company as well!

Closeups and brief Introductions under the cut!

Commander Prince:

- He's a little stuck up so of course he's named something pretentious

- Always trying to one up other Commanders (he's not very liked but he could care less) - 8W7 on Enneagram

- Nobody tell anyone he has a soft spot

- Constantly stressed by his need to perform and outdo others (hence why he's already graying)

- People who don't know him will probably think he's annoying as hell but once you get close to him, he's actually not that bad

- High maintenance clone so he doesn't mind being in charge of relief missions and what not

Tailbone:

- Earned his name after shattering his tailbone when he ran backward into a parked gunship (has never lived it down)

- You can call him 'TB' for short or 'T-Bone'

- 2w1 on Enneagram

- Big old sweetheart though

- Their strategist and resident babysitter because he's good with kids (as much as he doesn't want to admit it)

Kes + Spice:

- Kes just thought the name was cool (maybe it's short for 'Kessel' idk)

- Spice is sugar and spice and everything nice, so it's a fitting name for him (does he do the drug? who knows.)

- Kes is a 1W2 on the Enneagram

- Spice is a 7W6 on the Enneagram

- Spice is always trying to get Kes to lighten up a little since Kes tends to take things a little too seriously

- Kes just wants to sleep and get missions done

- Yes, Kes is already graying (Spice has offered to dye it, Kes refuses)

- Spice is their sharpshooter

ARC Trooper Spider:

- Got his name/scars from a spider droid

- Is partially blind in the left eye

- Dyes hair that color

- 2W3 on the Enneagram

- A cool older vod kind of guy, he's someone you can and want to look up to

- Will call you out on your bullshit though

- You don't want to get on his bad side, he'll make your life a living hell if you do

Otto:

- Name is loosely inspired by 'octopus' because he tends to multitask

- Their "technical" guy

- 5W6 on the Enneagram

- Can and will talk your ear off if you let him (about anything and everything)

- Super organized and will go a little crazy when his brothers mess up his things or leave stuff lying around the barracks

- Voice of reason (hardly anyone listens to him though)

Yara + Mav:

- Yara is a medic and is named after a plant

- Mav is a pilot; his name is short for "Maverick"

- Yara once saved Mav's life and now Mav feels indebted to him (even though Yara insists he was just doing his job and wishes Mav would just leave him alone)

- Yara is a 2W1 on the Enneagram

- Mav is a 7W8 on the Enneagram

- Mav would kin Lightning McQueen probably

- Got both of their scars in the same accident; Mav from blaster shots and Yara from a vibroknife

Medbay:

- Got his name because he spends a lot of time in the medbay

- Has the worst luck (but it somehow still alive??) and is very accident prone

- 6W7 on the Enneagram

- High pain tolerance thankfully

- A little bit of a nervous wreck but he's doing his best

- Honestly could be a medic himself with how much time he spends in the medbay watching stuff being performed on him

- Big sweetheart though and cares a lot for his brothers

[askyves]

Prince Yves,

Thank you so much for this blog - I'm really enjoying reading it.

I've been baking bread and sweets for a few years now, with mixed success (happy to note that I actually managed a pie crust last year). I'm about to take the next logical step... grow my own sourdough starter.

Any words of advice? I'm a bit nervous about it. It seems like such a delicate process.

Thank you in advance, Your Highness.

Hello, there.

I'm so grateful to hear you've been enjoying my blog. I'm glad I can bring happiness to someone in any kind of way.

Congratulations on the pie crust, those can be quite difficult to work with. Especially without modern refrigeration.

(What's that?)

(... I have no idea, Licht. What did I just say?)

A-anyway. Don't be too scared. A sourdough starter is actually a very hardy thing once it's grown a decent size! Sometimes I forget to feed mine for weeks at a time, and it's just fine!

But, please make sure to feed yours regularly ^^;

My words of advice are:

Make sure your water is pure. Either spring water or distilled water. Any chlorine or other unwanted minerals can kill your starter.

(What's chlorine?)

(I don't know!! Now please get out of the kitchen before you start a fire, Licht. I'll start on your darioles soon.)

Also, use either bread flour or all purpose flour to begin with. You can phase it out for some other type of flour when it's matured. It's easiest to see the consistency and reactions when using the flours I recommended above.

Lastly, be careful of the water temperature. Lukewarm water will give you best results in the starting stages. Room temperature water will work fine when it is mature. Do NOT use hot water, it will kill everything.

As for general maintenance, I feed my starter once every two weeks or so. Make sure to discard some starter if you haven't used any, otherwise you might end up with an overflowing mess.

When you store it, it NEEDS to be in a container that is not airtight. It will shatter from the escaping gas otherwise. I use a jar with a wire clamped lid. If you remove the rubber gasket, it won't be airtight.

(What's-)

(LEON I SWEAR-)

You can also simply place the lid of a jar over the top.

And although it's not necessary, I recommend getting a Danish dough whisk.

...

No one this time? Good.

Anyway, it's quite helpful for mixing the started thoroughly when you feed it, and nothing will get stuck inside.

Oh, one more thing. Do you have a scale? If not, get one. Non negotiable. Your starter must be fed equal amounts of water and flour by weight once it has matured.

I think that's everything! Let me know if you have any questions.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go lie down. All this breaking the 4th wall has got me very tired.

-Yves Kloss

[theandato]

No, please continue rambling. It’s not like I wouldn’t like to hear every detail you have to spare. Because I would. 👀

gah oh em gee……..

—keith has 16 piercings in total (5 in each ear, 1 eyebrow piercing, 2 lip rings, a belly button piercing, a prince albert (basically a ring that goes through his dick, don’t look it up if you’re squeamish!), and a scrotum piercing)

—the heart tattoo on the underside of his dick was actually drawn by sofia lmaooo

—he’s slightly lactose intolerant! he won’t throw up or shit himself, but he will get a pretty bad stomachache and probably the worst gas imaginable

—he, for the life of him, cannot tell when someone is flirting with him

—keith’s gas is pretty long, bubbly, and always sounds a bit wet. sometimes he feels kind of bad for farting in sofia’s mouth— he knows they’re that bad 😞

—that’s another thing! while he *claims* he’s not into the kink, but he suggests (albeit a bit shy and indirectly) sofia ‘help him out’ with his gas more than sofia actually asks to

—sometimes he’ll be post-strenuous-shit and he’ll ask her to eat him out— under the premise that her warm tongue helps soothe the ache. anddddd sometimes he has a little gas left over. so what? he can’t help it!

—his intestinal issues have only gotten worse since he’s started going to the gym— his maintenance cals are pretty high, not to mention his protein goal is in the 200s. i’m here to tell you that his protein farts specifically could kill a grown man.

[king-of-kistune]

Chapter 1: A Royal Entrance

The grand marble hallways of Royale High gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, each step echoing as Alderon Sterling strode through the bustling academy. Eyes followed his every move, a quiet hush spreading as students whispered, admiring the school’s most popular Royal/Scholar. Alderon, with his perfectly styled platinum hair and icy blue eyes, looked every bit the prince everyone expected him to be—confident, poised, and untouchable. But beneath the flawless exterior was a storm he couldn’t control.The new semester had just begun, bringing with it new students and, apparently, new problems.

At the grand entrance, the sound of a carriage arriving caught everyone's attention. Alderon’s gaze narrowed as two figures stepped out. One, a petite girl with an over-the-top, lavish gown and an air of entitlement that screamed spoiled royalty. And the other—a boy. Taller, with sharp features softened only by the slight awkwardness of someone out of their element. His dark hair was tousled, and his eyes, a deep shade of green, scanned the crowd nervously.

“Who’s that?” someone whispered from the sidelines.

Alderon’s gaze locked onto the boy, something tightening in his chest. He didn’t want to acknowledge it, didn’t want to feel that flicker of interest, but he couldn’t deny it. The boy looked… intriguing.

"They’re twins,” someone else murmured. “The girl is Valeria L/N, and her brother is Y/N L/N. Their family is one of the oldest royal bloodlines.”

Valeria, the younger twin sister, had already begun introducing herself with the air of someone who thought the world owed her everything. She flashed a coy smile at Alderon, waving flirtatiously. But it wasn’t her Alderon found himself looking at.

It was Y/N.

And that was a problem.

Unbeknownst to Alderon, Thorne stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the scene unfold. His usual composed, military-like posture remained steady, but his heart raced as his eyes lingered on Y/N. That unbidden sense of protectiveness, the emotions he had buried so deeply, threatened to surface. Thorne had always admired Y/N from afar, the way he carried himself despite the obvious discomfort in this environment. It was something Thorne both admired and… desired. But he'd never let anyone know.

Valeria, on the other hand, was far less subtle about her interests. Her eyes darted between Alderon and Thorne, her heart torn between the cold, charismatic Alderon and the strong, silent Thorne. She loved the idea of Alderon—the prince everyone admired, the one who seemed destined for greatness. But Thorne, with his quiet strength and unwavering dedication, made her heart flutter in ways she didn’t quite understand. She loved the chase, the challenge, and both men were her targets. Alderon’s close friends stood nearby, watching the unfolding scene.

Caspian Verleon, Alderon’s childhood friend, gave a low whistle. His hazel eyes flicked between the twins, amusement glinting in his gaze. “New blood, eh? This could get interesting,” he quipped, leaning casually against the marble pillar. Beneath his playful demeanor, Caspian’s heart raced. He couldn’t help but notice how Valeria commanded attention, and the way she teased Alderon ignited feelings he’d tried to suppress.

Next to him, Lucien Ashford, ever the charmer, flashed a grin as he fiddled absentmindedly with the hem of his jacket. “Valeria’s cute. High-maintenance, but cute,” Lucien remarked, his playful tone lightening the tension in the group. “But her brother… now that’s someone to keep an eye on.

Ravenna Blackthorne, however, wasn’t so quick to make light of the situation. Her stormy gray eyes narrowed, a frown tugging at her lips. She crossed her arms, her dark hair flowing like silk as she glanced at Alderon. “Something’s off about him,” Ravenna muttered, her instincts sharp. She was always the most perceptive among Alderon’s circle, and she could already sense the emotions bubbling beneath the surface. “You’re staring, Alderon. What’s going on?”

But as she spoke, Ravenna’s thoughts drifted to Valeria. The way she strutted into the room, the confidence radiating from her, sent an unexpected rush through Ravenna. She hadn’t planned on feeling anything for Valeria, but now she found herself captivated by the girl’s charm.

Alderon blinked and scowled, annoyed with himself. He had no reason to be staring. In fact, he had no reason to even care who this new guy was. But something about Y/N made him uncomfortable. No. That wasn’t it. He was attracted to him—and that terrified him.

Thorne’s gaze briefly flicked to Y/N as well, though he hid it behind his stoic expression. He couldn’t allow himself to get too close, to act on the emotions swirling inside him. Not when his loyalty to Alderon was at stake, and certainly not when it came to feelings this complicated.

The students in the hall parted like the sea as Alderon approached the twins. Valeria’s eyes lit up in expectation, her flirtatious smile widening as both Alderon and Thorne came closer. She gave Thorne a lingering glance, enjoying the idea that she could have the attention of both. But Alderon brushed right past her, his icy gaze falling on Y/N.

“What’s the matter?” Alderon sneered, his voice low enough for only Y/N to hear. “Didn’t your family teach you how to bow when a superior passes by?”

The words were venomous, sharp enough to make Y/N flinch. But Alderon’s heart was pounding. He wanted to crush this feeling, this infuriating crush that had no place in his perfect world.

“I—” Y/N began, but his voice faltered.

“Pathetic,” Alderon muttered under his breath, turning on his heel. His insides churned with frustration as he walked away, leaving Y/N standing there, confused and shaken.

Caspian raised an eyebrow as Alderon returned to his group. “Well, that was unnecessarily harsh,” he commented, his playful tone not entirely masking his curiosity.

Ravenna, always the sharp one, cut in. “You’re hiding something, Alderon. Don’t insult me by pretending otherwise.

Alderon shot her a glare, but he said nothing.

Lucien watched the scene unfold with a knowing smirk. “The plot thickens,” he murmured softly, his light blue eyes twinkling with intrigue. “Y/N might be more important than we thought.”

Thorne’s jaw tightened, his eyes hardening as he watched Y/N’s expression shift. He hated seeing Y/N hurt—especially by Alderon—but he remained silent. Loyalty demanded it. Yet deep down, he knew this tension between Y/N and Alderon was going to grow, and it scared him more than he would ever admit.

Valeria watched the whole exchange with fascination, her gaze now flicking between Thorne and Alderon. One day, she thought, she would have them both at her feet. For now, she would bide her time. But for all three—Alderon, Thorne, and Valeria—the feelings they tried to control would only become more complicated. And Y/N was at the center of it all.

Author notes:

Character description of the characters in this chapter will be posted soon lol-

[thepenultimateword]

Uh for the prompt lists... maybe some roommate dynamics? (Either romantic or platonic) it can be normal people, or like Villain x Hero dynamics, doesn't really matter (at least not to me)

Have a wonderful day! Your writing inspires me a lot!! <3

Ok, this turned into a big jumble of roommate situations, so hopefully that’s ok 😅

1. Human has recently joined an interplanetary space station program and ends up roomed with Alien. Their customs and habits are very different, but they’re trying to learn to get along.

2. Roommates are assigned by housing management. That was fine by Protagonist until they walk in to Antagonist unpacking their apartment. No. They’re not having the worst enemy, the person who ruined their life and once tried to stab them, as a roommate.

3. Hero is unaware that their roommate is Villain until they accidentally come across their signature cape while looking for something else in their room. After that it becomes increasingly obvious, but as to not bring any suspicion upon themself, they decide to stay quiet. However, it’s becoming increasingly more stressful to hide the clues to their own secret, especially when Villain is starting to get flirtatious toward their heroic alter ego.

4. Roommate is a supernatural creature trying to pass for a human. They love the human world but their identity must remain a secret if they want to stay. Human is the only one who knows the truth, so Roommate only reveals their true form at home. Human sort of likes taking care of them, though they require lots and lots of brushing.

5. A and B are both immortal. They found each other by chance, but seize the opportunity to have a roommate who understands their centuries old lingo and won’t grow suspicious that they never seem to age.

6. A and B are both part of an immersion program that introduces supernatural creatures into the human world. To keep the creatures safe, the program always places them in homes in groups of twos or more. A and B are different species of creatures, but it’s nice having someone in the same boat to figure out the world with.

7. After moving to a new city and being hired on a to major villainous corporation, Villain rents the spare room of an apartment. The place is nice and their new housemate seems to be quiet and gone a lot, so they think this will be a perfect arrangement for a villain to remain inconspicuous. That is until they get to their first day of work and find out their housemate is a villain too. Supervillain to be exact.

8. A is sick in bed, so B takes it upon themself to take care of their roommate. Unfortunately, A is a very high-maintenance sick person.

9. Human has been going by a nickname for over a year. It’s a little exhausting when their housemate, Fae, always tries to trick human into revealing their name, but they can’t leave until they details of a deal they made are fulfilled. Besides, despite Fae’s cunning, they’re also very protective of them when it comes to other fae dangerous creatures.

10. All the knights board in the barracks together. Not only does it save time and space, but it also promotes friendship and bonding. Which probably would have been more fun if Knight wasn’t currently pretending to be a man. At least her bunk mate, Other Knight, seems pretty dense.

11. When the prince/princess is sent away for their safety, they are sent with a bodyguard to take care of them. Bodyguard is determined to do their job, but that doesn’t mean they’re not annoyed with the royal’s bratty behavior. They decide if their gonna be stuck together for a while, the royal could stand to learn some independence.

12. A and B are unlikely roommates after they claim the same safe house in a zombie apocalypse. Knowing that survival is slim on their own, they decide it’s best to pool their skills and live together. Turns out apocalyptic settings bond people fast.

[punchtothestars]

You know, you've gotta understand - I've always loved characters like Narcis Prince.

It's funny because I know there are plenty of people who hate his character archetype of a pretty or princely boy. They think it's shallow or annoying (which, yk...I can see why.) But there's something about what the pretty boy can represent that is so captivating to me.

Pretty boys with confidence. Pretty boys with flare, or with a bit of rottenness inside them. Pretty boys who are prissy and high maintenance. Pretty boys who are used to having all eyes on them, and either whine or violently seethe when others' eyes are turned away. Pretty boys who can be so, so sweet and gentle and delicate when they want to be...if they want to be.

I don't know what it is. Maybe it's just cuz like pretty men. Maybe it's because I'm an Utena fan? Maybe because princeliness is such a sweet fantasy, but that's all it really is - a fantasy, lace and frills and sparkling eyes masking a need for approval (something I relate to), or a rotten, decaying heart.

There's plenty of characters I like that fit this mold - Narcis Prince, Tamaki Suoh, Yuga Aoyama, Touga Kiryuu, and several other characters that might fit that mold more loosely. But it's always there - the performative nature of it. Whether it's for the crowd, or someone they love, or pure ego. Selling a fantasy, always.

(Okay this got pretty dramatic lol. I do wonder if someone feels the same way I do about this, though?)

[mzannthropy]

I wondered what Sheila had to say about Pat of Silver Bush. I stumbled upon her blog some years ago when I was googling The Waking of Helen, she has recapped LMM's books, and her journals.

Lucy Maud – living as she did far from Prince Edward Island – with her high-maintenance insane husband … yearned, day and night, to go “home”. She never really got used to living away from the sea, and whenever she would go back to PEI for a visit, her writing in her journals about the island, and the sea, and the fields of her home, and all that …. are so lush and so nostalgic and so full of yearning that they are almost painful to read. It’s like – her real life, with her husband and her two kids, wasn’t really the right life. She never should have moved from PEI. (But then again, if she had lived on PEI, she might not have written so eloquently and memorably about that island. Being in “exile” does wonders to someone’s art. See Joyce.) But anyway, what I’m getting at here is that Lucy Maud Montgomery, a grown woman, a famous woman, lived in an almost constant state of agonizing homesickness. Like, it wasn’t pleasant nostalgia – it hurt her – almost physically to be separated from PEI.

I thought I'd share.

[witchblood-if]

Story Ideas (TW: long post incoming but there's poll at the end and every participant gets a sticker)

As was decided by about 100 people: here are some ideas I had for IFs (all in different degrees of "worked-out" and at the end, you can vote on which ones you find the most interesting.

1

The first one basically makes the MC a teacher at a prestigious high school (although they might make you do classes at the also very prestigious elementary school) and it involves planning lessons and dealing with usual teenage shenanigans. The ROs would be other teachers, the odd parent maybe, and perhaps someone from maintenance? Who knows... It's meant to be a cute slice-of-life thing because I eat that shit up.

2

For this one, I pretty much only wrote down "It was a beautiful day at court and you are a horrible jester". ROs would be Prince/Princess, maybe a foreign visitor with Oberyn Martell vibe.

3

The MC is part of a big mafia family but is mostly trying to live a somewhat normal life. Now, you are acquainted with the family business but you don't play an active part in it. But if someone was to mess with you, well, your family would do anything for you. This one is inspired by the song "Bust Your Kneecaps" by Pomplamoose.

Now to my three favorites:

4

Are you familiar with the novel "Krabat"? We've read it in school and I thought it was really cool, even though it is a little dark, to be honest. It's based on a cluster of Sorbian legends and follows the story of Krabat, a poor orphan boy becoming an apprentice at a mill, where the miller is also practicing and teaching black magic to his twelve apprentices and every year one boy dies in mysterious circumstances. The title I'd give this would probably be "Rapaki", which is Sorbian for ravens, which play a role in the story as well. It could prove to be a challenge to make this historical setting as inclusive as I want it to be (and also since there's a specific character I'd love to have as a RO, but he's an adult and the apprentices are pretty much all teenagers).

5

You were kidnapped by aliens. Now, it's been a couple of months since you arrived at the space station. They don't really seem to want to do anything with you except study humans and you happen to be one of the subjects. You are given spacious living quarters, activities for enrichment, food (they sometimes test things by giving you weird stuff and see if you eat it or not) and even many opportunities for socialization with the other human subjects. Honestly, it's not bad. Beats scrambling for money to pay rent. The newest addition to the human sample group though seems to be very discontent with their new abode. Are you helping them to escape, are you just tagging along for the ride, or are determined to stay in your cozy lab?

6

You are perfect nobility. Your family is hosting a ball to which all the most important members of the ton are invited. There's good food and drink, entertainment and music. You socialize and dance. You even go for a secret midnight swim in the deep fountain in the gardens. Many days are like this and you enjoy it. But one day something very peculiar happens: The ball is in full swing when you notice a person in very strange clothes just striding through the dance hall, never acknowledging the guest or the music but looking at a strange... device in their hands. When they aim to go upstairs towards your private living spaces you decide to follow them but they simply disappear. Were they a ghost? Are you hallucinating? For several days you see more strange figures, some of them in strange clothing, some of them in garments from the past. They never seem as ... corporal as the first one and at this point you fear you have lost your mind. Then the first intruder comes back and you can confront them. They seem awfully aghast when you politely ask them to leave.

Turns out, you are a ghost, reliving the last day of your life, and they are a ghost hunter from the future. The whole manor as you know it seems to crumble, polished floors become broken wood, the furniture disappears and the big chandelier lies demolished on the ground. You learn that the other figures are ghosts, like yourself, former inhabitants of the manor before and after you. And you meet them. They are as flabbergasted by this revelation as you were. The ghost hunter explains that they've been chasing a haunting spirit for some time now and they actually weren't intending to call forward you or the others. Do you all help them catch the evil ghost?

Inspired a little by the bbc chow "Ghosts".

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Cinderella Snapped (Before Finding a Prince)

Hamish x MC

Will this hold up when Fusebox introduces him? Probably hell no. But it’s for @rebelrayne so here we go 😂

Her father had been so convinced it was a good deal.

She had been raised to be well groomed, university educated- a proper lady.

Her appearance was always tailored, never a hair out of place, make up never smudged.

Her friends required her father’s approval to be seen in public together, restrictions meant to prevent unsavory rumors spreading.

And it was all meant to ensure this business deal- this political marriage- was the best move for both families.

But her… fiancé had other plans.

Georgina’s father blamed her as the tabloids ran rampant with the story- Jasper Ramsden had run away with his mistress.

Georgina didn’t consider Allegra to fit the title she was given- the two of them had fallen in love, something she didn’t share with him.

What poisoned her feeling of friendship- camaraderie- that she shared with Jasper, was the fact that the day before he ran away with Allgre, he accused Georgie of being high maintenance. Claimed she was expecting him to be the Prince Charming to her Cinderella.

She had snapped, feeling disregarded and unseen.

So the engagement had fallen apart.

Her father had tried to play it off- push out the idea that the engagement had never been and that there was only meant to be business dealings between the family businesses. He still tried to find her another ‘suitable’ match- only to be shut down by the prominent families he approached. Jasper’s family had tried to reach out again, make a new arrangement when Allegra abandoned him at the altar to run off with the wedding planner, but he refused to allow him a second chance to embarrass them.

And it left her feeling like a dirt speck in his otherwise perfect reputation.

Tom was her best mate, their families had also been close. He was never an option for her father’s candidates list- not since he met Summer- but Tom was still there for her. One of her few approved friends.

“The guy was no good for you anyway,” Summer was blunt in her comfort, but it was refreshing for Georgina to have someone like that when everyone treated her with politeness or kid gloves. “It isn’t your fault the guy was a slimeball that couldn’t have the decency to tell you to your face he wasn’t going to follow through with it. And to come at you like he wasn’t getting more of the deal than he was? It’s bullshit.”

Tom rubbed her shoulder, calming the annoyed tirade, “Georgie isn’t upset he left her-“

“She’s embarrassed!”

“-they weren’t together in any romantic sense.”

“Guys,” Georgina cut in, “You know I’m still here, right?” She raised an eyebrow, half hanging off the stupidly large canopy bed in her room to look at where they sat on her unbelievably uncomfortable sofa across the annoyingly marble floor. She always hated that the plush carpets and normal furniture were off limits because her father deemed them for ‘commoners’. “I don’t care that he wanted someone else- I don’t care that the engagement fell apart. I care that my father blames me- that all he sees is a failure of a daughter. It’s not my fault I can’t control someone’s whims! Is it really not enough to be top of my class every year since primary school? To graduate from uni with honors and Suma Cum Laude??”

Tom hummed, “You’ve essentially been running the company for him anyway, bringing in more clients than he had in years.”

“Exactly! I’m a goddamn CEO!” She huffed, slumping further on the bed until her head was almost resting on the annoyingly marble floor. “Why am I just not good enough?”

Summer stood up, her heels clicking harshly at the floor, “That’s it, let’s go.”

“Go where?” Georgina questioned, finally shifting upright- her eyes swimming in stars as the blood she’d pooled in her head rushed back to the proper parts of her body.

“A club. A friend of mine always assured me the owner is a stand up gent- no worries about tabloids or paps getting any unsavory pictures.” She grabbed hold of Georgina’s arm, heaving her up and onto her feet, “To your… honestly, I’m jealous of it, but- to your stupidly large walk in closet!” Tom chuckled as they disappeared through the door, knowing how much his best mate hated growing up surrounded by luxury. She gave more money away than she spent, invested in helping people that couldn’t afford simple things.

How Jasper ever thought she was high maintenance he didn’t understand.

The club was bustling when they arrived, the bouncer greeted Summer by name, letting the three of them in with relatively no fuss- excluding the surprised few seconds after he recognized Tom and Georgina- and the owner was waiting to greet them inside.

“Ciaran!” Summer gave him a brief hug, “Tommy, you remember Ciaran. No fada on the A. Ciaran, this is Georgie.”

“Pleasure to meet ya,” the red headed man greeted, “James is tendin’ the bar tonight, he’ll take care of ya. Any issues, feel free to find me.”

He was gone as quickly as he appeared in front of them, greeting new guests as Summer dragged them over to the bar and ordered drinks.

It wasn’t long before they were finally enjoying themselves, Georgie broke away from them on the dance floor to get another drink- only to stumble in her heels and run into someone as she made her way to the bar. “Oh! I’m so sorry, did I spill anything on you?”

“No worries, lass,” the man in question offered his arm, helping her regain her balance.

Holy shit, he was handsome.

“Can I buy you a drink or something?” When did she gets this bold? “As an apology, of course.”

His smile was warm, like they were longtime friends instead of strangers on a night out, and his brown eyes held nothing but sincerity, “I believe I should be buying a lady as lovely as you one. Do me the honor of joining me for a drink, and I will accept your apology.”

Georgie laughed, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was how familiar he felt, but she never felt like she could really laugh around anyone but Tom and Summer before. “Yeah, okay. Might I ask your name?”

“Hamish.” He offered easily, “Yours?”

“You can call me Georgie.”

Waking up the next morning, she was kind she hand let Summer talk her into going even more overboard. Her head felt like someone was trying to give her a lobotomy, but she still remembered everything- from the drink to dancing with a stranger all night. He moved surprisingly gracefully for someone in the club scene, leading her more through fast paced slow dancing or swing dance type moves than the customary body grind. It ended when he kissed her hand and bud her fair well at the end of the night.

A heavy knock on her door made her groan silently, “Yes?”

“Georgina, please come downstairs. I’ve finally found you a new fiancé. His family returned my call this morning, he will be here within the hour.”

Oh, god, she groaned quietly again.

She had actually managed to forget about that last night.

Just imagine her surprise when, after downing her lovable cook’s hangover special and fitting into her socially accepted attire, she found herself seated next to her father and across from her new fiancé.

A certain Hamish Ross.

The wedding was scheduled right away, a year from their ‘meeting’ date, and Georgie had been curious as the months went on as to why Hamish agreed.

He was attractive, there was no denying that she had been interested in him when they met. He was well off. He was polite and kind.

There was no reason he shouldn’t have found someone before her.

He told her a story, something about meeting a rich girl as his parents dragged him to their company. She had been playing with kids from a neighborhood, they clearly didn’t know her but she didn’t care. Even as her father yelled at her that they were beneath, all she wanted was to be a kid. To be friendly.

Something about the story stuck with her, like it was familiar but not.

But as the months went on, she got something from him she hadn’t expected.

Love.

So the day of their wedding, she was nervous. It wasn’t cold feet, she didn’t want to run away.

She was afraid she’d end up hurt if she allowed herself to believe this was more than it was.

But he made her want to, with the way he looked at her as she walked toward him.

The softness in his eyes, the tears that filled his lash line with the affection that radiated through his smile.

She was too caught up in the whirlwind of her own emotions to listen to the minister.

Until…

“If anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Yeah, I object!”

Her jaw dropped open, staring in horror as Jasper confidently sauntered his way through the pews and up the aisle, “You have no say here!” She snapped at him, “You’ve made your feelings clear.”

He just smirked, “Doesn’t matter. See, I have this contract, signed by you, agreeing to be my wife in exchange for our companies working together.”

She almost saw red, almost tore him apart in front of their guests, but Hamish stepped between them, “Ah, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Jasper rolled his eyes, “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to my fiancé.”

Hamish tsked, shaking his head, “Except she isn’t your fiancé.” He waved to a gentleman sitting just a few rows back, who stepped and reached into his briefcase, handing her groom a set of documents, “This contract- the one you both signed- well, my firm has torn it apart. Usually we work on slumlord cases pro bono for the tenants, or other types of things where people just need help. But I took special interest in this. Nowhere in there does it say she actually needs to perform the marriage. It’s entirely about the joining of your companies. Which you voided with your infidelity.”

Jasper’s eyes widened, hands flying to flip through the pages in his hands. He worked finance, he didn’t understand all the legal jargon. “No- that’s- you must be mistaken.”

“I am not.” Hamish gave him a genial smile, “I have a lot of year trying to find the friendly little girl that left an imprint on my heart, made me want to be there for people that needed me rather than wanted me. And I’m not going to let you take her away.” He waved his hands, two bodyguards emerging from the back of the church and hauling Jasper away in disgrace, but Georgie was focused on Hamish.

“That story… that was-“

“You.” He shrugged, giving her the same smile that had been making her heart melt for months. “It was why I agreed to your father’s proposal. I had also been looking for you.”

She didn’t care that it wasn’t time yet.

The bride kissed the groom.

[galesdevoteewife]

Wanted to ask about how Zilvera felt about all the children in her camp? Specially about Yenna considered that unlike the Tiefling children or Thaniel/Oliver, she doesn't show any potential or power. I can see her taking a liking in Mol and Arabella, thinking of them a good allies for the future (specially once both of them become adults), one would have to be mad to not respect Thaniel/Oliver. But, not to be cruel to Yenna, she is an average orphan who clawed to the first person who was decent (and sometimes not even that) to her. Was Zilvera more into being kind to children because of Gale's influence by then? Or did she just let her stay at camp because most of the team, Gale included, wanted to help?

Hi anon! Hehe thanks for the ask, always appreciate the chance for story-brewing!! ♡♡ Well, Zilvera simply...never thinks about them. XD

Her mind was like the quest tab. It was filled with a long list of to-dos, and she could barely recall the kids' names. Except for Thaniel, who was part of Halsin's quest so she remembered.

It's not possible in gameplay, but in my HC the companions took their own actions. Wyll always try to help and share as much as he could. The charming prince had high CHA and was very persuasive — not to mention persistent. Sometimes Wyll/Karlach were too eager to give more than they should, while Gale/SH were being pragmatic and talked them down. Lae'zel was rolling her eyes, she believed the weak should be pruned. Astarion wanted to keep everything and didn't want to carry them. He'd rather sell extra food for a couple of gold than give it away for free. Zilvera had no interest in interfering. The children weren't problems in her eyes. There was always someone taking care of the babysitting, and the kids weren't slowing them down in any way. She cared about combat resources but not camp supplies. Gale, Wyll, and occasionally SH were the ones keeping an eye on rations, camp planning and tent maintenance while Lae'zel kept the weapons sharp and the armors rust-free. The druids would take care of medicines and pest control. Fleas are awful and nobody wants them.

Zilvera's impression of Mol, Arabella, Thaniel/Oliver, and Yenna:

Mol Just another playground boss of the street. Opportunistic, bold, cunning. Zilvera thought Mol had a high chance of dying soon; one mistake is all it takes.

Arabella SO. LOUD. Why does this one have to shout all the time? Keep her away from me or I will have the shadow silence her. Act 2 was when Zilvera's nerves were most tense. Too many unknowns to figure out and the environment/enemies were ever deadly. She wasn't showing, but Gale's suicide mission did bother her. It's never easy to go against a god's will and she was eager to know everything, prepare better, not dealing with endless haunted things. She wasn't too impressed by the girl's magic since many other spells can do similar task. My HC it was taught to Gale.

Thaniel/Oliver It was interesting talking to Thaniel, and she sensed true, old power in him. Talking to Thaniel was like listening to wind running through the forest, which Zilvera enjoys a lot. She felt peaceful around Thaniel. Didn't really had a chance to talk to Oliver.

Yenna My HC Yenna was trying hard to make herself useful. She would behave with the best manners she knew and help with cleaning, washing clothes, cooking, serving food, washing dishes, etc etc. She knew she was at their mercy for the protection, so she was doing whatever she could. Thanks to her, Gale was freed from cooking duty, and they used the time for dates. Gale enjoys exchanging recipes with the little chef. Yenna in my HC was the one who actually lived with the group, and the party would bring her little gifts. Even Astarion had a soft spot for her after a while. Post game Wyll used his connection and found her a job at a kind noble house. Soo yeah that's everything! Thanks again for the ask it was really fun brewing all these!! <333 Please feel free to drop any questions! Always happy to do more ♡ (´｡• ω •｡`)

[yenforfairytales]

Thinking about a Fantasy AU where Prince Terry is an incredibly bored royal who's tired of Princesses and Princes alike being pushed onto him at every opportunity, until one formal dinner party Prince Daniel is there -

(All witty and sassy. Infamously obnoxious but sweet. Not to mention prettier than anyone in The Valley. Terry wishes they were seated closer at the table. Daniel even manages to make Terry laugh with a snarky response to a rude Earl or something. A genuine Terry smile is not an easy feat)

- and wouldn't you know it, but maybe King Silver was correct after all when he said that it was time Terry settle down and get married...

He goes to speak to Prince Daniel about his intentions like a gentleman, and ok maybe he's forgotten a few of the courtship steps that is their custom, but there'll be time for that later. Who wouldn't be thrilled at their good fortune that Prince Terrence would deign--

...aaaand Daniel isn't interested at all. Sorry, Terry, but Daniel has many suitors himself and you're just a bit high maintenance, aren't you? Much too important and educated above my understanding. Wouldn't want to waste your time...

Terry would be offended by the condescending little prick if he didn't recognize the calculated manipulator resting beneath the surface. A darkly kindred spirit in an angelic package.

Only Prince Terry could complain to his parents at length about someone whilst simultaneously praising them as perfect!

(Terry doesn't know what to do. everyone in the castle is exhausted. send help.)

Alternatively, I've had thoughts about Terry being betrothed to Daniel at 15, but Daniel was just a baby and yuck! I'm supposed to marry that?? and broke it off as soon as he could. And had many regrets when Daniel is of age and they meet again later.

Or maybe they stay betrothed, but it isn't a thought in Terry's head, because it's many years later when one evening he receives a letter from his intended Daniel in an attempt to get to know each other better before their impending marriage. Maybe they fall in love through letters. Maybe their families are thinking of better matches. Oh no!

What do you think? Not enough AU's you say? Too many? Totally not a transparent attempt at getting the brain worms wiggling? 👑

(I just miss them and am dying until season 6 comes out im sry)