#sought after and privileged area

[anantaru]

OH BABY! PLEASE BE MY BABY DADDY

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — the very moment wriothesley first saw you, he had already dreamt about starting a family with you, and now at present, when you were celebrating your two year anniversary, it appeared like he couldn't stop himself from showing you just how much he craved it.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.1k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, established relationship, very strong breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy & mentions of starting a family with you (planning your future), madly in love wriothesley, rough syx, unprotected and hitting it raw, some teasing here and there, overstimulation, cumming inside

"‘had me all figured out, didn't you?"

wriothesley was a strong man, big and muscular from an external perspective and fundamentally— if you weren't quite familiar with the handsome duke and his deep characteristics and only knew of him through his significant work occupation.

in essence, you have known him for a little over two years now, in fact, your anniversary was just taking place this very moment, his absorbed little countenance fixated on no other than your ethereal beauty— on top of that, a trace was playing hard on the impulses lingering on your lower areas as wriothesley settles himself in between your legs, feeling a rising of your hips grinding over his exposed erection, throbbing in time to his quickening pulse.

how fast a day could fly by, and you wished for it to go on much longer— just show him the love that surged from your core and resides inside of you, or the soft tremor building on your knees whenever he kisses you, or when he at last, catches the shuddering sweetness wringing off your toes.

for wriothesley, you ignited his heart, it was you that made love warm for him— as he always claimed it should be, and on the coldest nights of his life, he had sought after your familiar glow— much deeper could he barely await the day for you both to start a family, have children of your own and live a fulfilled life somewhere outside the city, perhaps a house on the outskirts of fontaine, with a large blossoming garden bristling of rainbow roses, where your children could play to their hearts content.

within this deep fantasy, although yet ungrasped, wriothesley found this to be his perfect goal— no matter how near, how far away, it shall never be forgotten.

you slowly press two palms on top of his cheeks as he looms over you with a raised eyebrow that he lazily flashed at you with a hum.

"you say it like it's a bad thing that i knew you were gonna surprise me, baby,"

you add, "it's our anniversary after all," with a steady glide of fingers through his silken hair, "i hope you didn't think I forgot all about it,"

a low purr hums over your lips as your boyfriend clicks his tongue through a deep chuckle as a response, vibrating his sounds against a breathless gasp as he places a featherlight kiss on your bottom lip. you feel how the pad of his thumb crosses firmly over the shape of your curves as your heart begins to thump faster at the privilege of having such breathtakingly handsome and ravishing man in between your legs.

"of course i know you didn't forget," wriothesley's hand inches towards the inside of your thigh to touch the skin while simultaneously parting your legs a little more as he kisses the bridge of your nose,

"happy anniversary, baby,"

you giggle, kissing him needfully as you slide your naked folds through his aching length when he effortlessly cages you in between two muscular arms, pressing his throbbing member all against you until his constricted balls bounce on your ass, eliciting a needful, much longing groan from the man towering on top of you.

"i need you," you complain now, "please baby, don't keep me waiting now,"

you squeal loudly at the temporary relief of your drenched cunt slicking him up with your arousal— and the more you'd douse him up, the better it would feel like, the finer you could taste and sense his throbbing veins grazing at your sensitive walls while he stuffs you— and every mindless urge wriothesley had fantasized about was manifesting itself, the dream to greedily pull apart and taste every soft piece of your body trembling under his much larger one growing.

or the lewd dream of cramming you with his milky whites, jamming his salty cum all into the pits of your wet sex until he's sure you'll end up pregnant, until you will feel your womb be all warm and jammed up.

"you make me the happiest man alive," wriothesley says soothingly, drawing the leaking head of his cock against your hole before brushing a kiss over your lips, fuck, just the smell of you, or those candid whines and begs of yours that would drive him mad, turning him on so damn much that his groin was beginning to ache and swell even more.

"so baby.." wriothesley whispers in one slow, silent motion, when he claims the space between your spread thighs with all his body surging forward and crowding your cunt.

"please let me show you just how happy you make me,"

you whine out as your back arches into his chest, your weeping cunt clenching down when he rubs his cock through your walls without much effort, the copious amounts of wetness aiding him wonderfully as the deep friction of getting stuffed turned you terribly delicious to him, your eyes criss crossed from being fucked with repeated thrusts into your cunt plugging his thick shaft deep.

"—still so sensitive," he coos, and you feel your face grow hot as your boyfriend smirks down at you through assured pairs of eyes, your body itching to feel more of that sensation, more of skin to skin as you slip each little noise falling from the tip of your tongue right into wriothesley's parted mouth gasping for air.

a dizzying contrast from the firing shoves through the tight ring of muscles on your cunt made his rigid erection go deeper than ever, with his hand remaining firmly beneath your cheek, forcing your gaze straight ahead— so you could look at him, so wriothesley could make sure he drinks in everything that you gave him, each crumbling moan of his name and higher pitch of your voice.

do you wonder why? of course, such question was easy to answer:

the sole reason being that for wriothesley— this was a privilege, that you allowed him to pleasure you, rub firmly over the shape of your walls while his wet tongue blindly maps into your mouth, your body rapidly growing addicted to the impossible smoothness of his skin greedily imposing true bliss on your body.

"i want— fuck," he groans through gritted teeth, "i want us to start a family," he speaks again, "want to put a baby in you," this time louder but with an added amount of gravel to his voice as your legs wrap and close around him as the burning stretch of his thick shaft parting you had you turn absolutely mad and dizzy.

you whine out, completely lost in the pleasure of getting fucked that open wide and especially through his lewd admittance, his hips rolling hard against your used pussy in relentless fucks forward, almost possessively to match his large weight that he kept from bouncing on top of you with his hands keeping him from crushing down and practically collapsing on you.

"i love you," you cry when your pussy twitches wildly, your hot and sticky arousal messing him up, "please, please do!" your breath burning hot and ragged against your throat, "please put a baby in me!" as wriothesley groans— wanting you more than ever, thrusting his length down to a raw, quivering need that shook your limbs apart and tore lewd sounds from the gaps between frantic gulps of air.

your body bounces back and forth the bed, your moans now much louder and broken as wriothesley pants hotly against your clenched jaw, your impatient hands finding refuge in his silken hair as you force him into a kiss, his cock ruthlessly battering your velvety walls— drawing his hips back and forth, back and forth, always nudging his cockhead against the sponge of your sweet spot.

"almost there," wriothesley rasps urgently, "going to fill you up so fucking nicely," he smirks and cuts off your needy gasps with another sharp, punctuated thrust.

the duke was indulging in how warm and soft you were, how nice it felt to be milked by a wet cunt smearing dozen amounts of fluids on the thin skin of his shaft, how you grip him with your weeping cunt, holding onto him so tightly that the duke thought he was about to pass out before you suddenly lessen the clench on his shaft, now alternating between gaping and constricting your pussy hole.

with a flurry full of intense spasms that you felt more inside than out, you cling on to wriothesley's defined back as his body kept going, his addictive thrusts infusing a bone-deep shudder that pinched your upcoming release— the precise attention he always have you, utterly intoxicating, dragging his fully hard cock in and out, in and out, his eyes darkened and drunk from pleasure as he groans out each time your cunt constricts around him, your addictive gasps aiding his pleasure as you moan out beautifully, your hole completely open as he pushes you over the edge with alarming speed.

his cock plunges and fuses into you as far as it could possibly go as he turns your stomach around, hitting the bristling bubble that had long since developed in the depths of your belly when it finally popped into a million pieces, your overstimulated hips helplessly rutting upwards as he swallows those tasteful mewls of yours, your hands tugging his face closer to you.

your orgasm slams you hard with a roaring intensity that nearly doubled you over, your fingers tugging so sharply at wriothesley's hair that you felt a softly pained groan vibrate through his lips as he kisses you in fierce hunger, keeping the pace of his cock steady and surging back and forth, your parted lips looking swollen and flushed with use as you kiss him with all the burning need climbing between your frames when you come undone together.

"there you go, sweetheart," he groans proudly, a slow smile breaking across his ruined lips when he fills you up with his warm seed— watching how you're so fucking drunk on his cock that you make him fill up each inch of space in between your weeping pussy, an engaging hotness coursing into your womb as you thread your fingers through his tousled hair gone and disheveled with sweat and the scent of you.

ugh, you realize you want it as bad as he did, always wanted his thrumming cock to crowd you up just as it did now, with his messy and sticky mess oozing down your hole and seeping everywhere— just how you actually longed for it to be everywhere, slithering from your skin into every curve and crevice, so wriothesley could not only knock you up, but also claim you— in some sort of demonstration of his undying love and his desire, the searing fervour of his white cum making you wince as tears collect in your eyes, the slow pumps of his cock overwhelming you as your walls hug him tight.

wriothesley keeps himself nestled deep in your cunt at your afterglow— and the reason was not unlikely to be revealed, because he believed that if he never were to pull out, you'd definitely get pregnant since the majority of sticky cum had no chance to ever exit your swollen pussy when he just keeps himself plugged in for much longer.

the gravel in his voice adopts a sultriness, spelling sweet nothings into your ear, calling you his good girl as he spilled it aöl into your lips when you smile at him all sweetly and shy, all flustered too with the mess in between your legs dousing down the soiled mattress.

"just imagine, my love," this particular delivery of his sentence was different now, each wording was practically dripping of adoration and hefty of his love for ypu, it was much softer as well despite wriothesley still being out of breath— and you simply look at him through a meaningful smile, heels resting against his back as you could still feel him deeply pulsate inside of you.

"imagining it right now," you respond when he silently slides one large palm down to your stomach before pressing hot kisses on your lips.

"i hope our little one gets your pretty eyes," he whispers lowly, his lips meeting yours right after.

it's quite silly, wriothesley thinks, that he cannot stop talking about it, nor stop dreaming about it either, or how unbelievably madly in love he was, how there would always be a beast inside of him that resided in his heart, that would crave you so badly.

after all the suffering in his life, you are his souls greatest desire, his bodies, his minds biggest passion, and for you to one day carry his child, was everything he wished for.

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[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | seven.

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—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 5.3k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, girlies we are lying straight through our teeth.. 😭, we also got door code privilege so we can talk to professor choi about neuroscience papers in private more often!! 😙, making out, a shower together ouweeee, blowjob, handjob, swallowing his cum, more cute affectionate moments, watching a movie together and being domestic af basicallllly

—a/n: i just wanna say tysm for being down bad for prof choi as much as i am <33 ily!! there will be a 7.5! & tsbut!yunho will make his debut soon.. 👀

—FLASHBACK

The walk back to your building isn't that bad, especially when most people aren't quite up and about just yet. San drops you off in the same residential area, watching through his rearview mirror as you make the trek back. When he sees you enter through the side door, he pulls off and drives around to the usual garage he parks at for the day.

You make it back to your studio unnoticed, slipping in with ease and heading straight to the shower to get ready for your day. The events from last night replay over and over again in your head and you can't help but smile to yourself knowing how well San took care of you.

You long for him.

After a good, long shower to soothe your body, you try your best to go about your morning as normal as possible. You quickly dry your hair and dab on some blush, mascara, brow gel, and lip gloss— keeping it light before throwing on some baggy straight jeans, an oversized crewneck and a pair of 530 New Balances. The moment you slide your laptop into your bag, Felix comes knocking on your door.

"Morning sunshine!" He smiles. "What time did you get back from lab last night?"

"Not too late. Sunwoo dropped me off before heading to his place." You give him a toothless smile, hoping he'd buy it. And he does.

"Oh, cool. Glad it didn't seem too bad and that he was there to accompany you." You sling the strap of your back over your shoulder, swinging your door shut before locking it. You follow Felix down the hall and head down to the dining hall to grab breakfast; except, you aren't hungry.

"Eunchae and Jurin are still asleep, huh?" You nod.

"Yeah, they won't get up for breakfast anyway." You laugh, knowing the two will probably get up right before class, giving themselves enough time to grab coffee on the way over at one of the cafes. 

"Yeah, Jiung is fucking knocked out." You giggle. "Anyway, wonder what special they have for breakfast today."

"I'm actually not hungry."

"Not hungry? For breakfast?" Felix looks at you weirdly. "Since when? It's your favorite meal of the day."

"I dunno, I'm still full from last night. I ate pretty late." Felix shrugs.

"Well okay, then. I'm just gonna grab something real quick and eat it on the go."

"No, we can stay and eat. I'll probably just grab some fruit." Felix looks at you with a brow cocked up, watching as you fiddle with the strap of your bag.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He presses his hand to your forehead gently. "You're not feeling sick, are you?"

"No." You look at him with a small, reassuring smile. "I promise."

"Okay then." He shrugs, no longer questioning you about your appetite this morning even though the tiny change in mannerism is enough to have Felix wondering what's been going on with you. Maybe it's just a phase, maybe you are just overwhelmed like Jiung says. 

He won't ask, though. He'll let you come to him if you need him. 

At least, you look happy. There's a certain glow to you that he can't pinpoint.

—END

"School is awful." Jurin puts her head down to rest her eyes for a second. "I feel like I'm a robot, moving nonstop."

"Tell me about it." Felix yawns. "I have to TA in a few." Felix looks at his watch and hums. "Hm, I'll leave in like.. 5 minutes."

"You know, I actually enjoy TAing!" Eunchae pops a grape into her mouth.

"Honestly, I do too. It's pretty fun." You chime in, taking one of her grapes.

"Same, especially when the class knows how to interact. Otherwise, I kinda just stand there and look dumb." Jiung snorts. At this moment, your phone dings from an email. You furrow your brows when you notice it's coming in from the department, stating that your TA hours were gonna be split with Jeong Yunho's class.

To: yn@atz.edu From: bioeng@atz.edu Hi Y/N, Hope this email finds you well! I'm emailing you to let you know there's been a change with your TA assignment. Half of your hours will be split between Professor Hsieh and Professor Jeong, effective immediately. Professor Jeong's TA needed to take leave for a family emergency and will not be returning for the remainder of the quarter. He should be emailing you soon to discuss a little further, but please feel free to reach out in the meantime if you have any questions or need any clarification. Thank you, Erika

"What's wrong?" Jiung looks at you as you read through the email.

"Uh. Speaking of TAing, I just got an email saying some of my hours are going to Professor Jeong's class. His TA needed to take leave for the rest of the quarter cause of a family emergency."

"Oh, damn. Hope they're okay." Jurin says. "Isn't that cool to be helping him now too, though?"

"Yeah, I guess." You lie because no, it's not. You'll obviously keep it civil and do what you need to do. But at the same time, you don't respect him the same way you used to. You don't care if you're biased over San— you just don't do that to people you claim to love. "It'll be interesting." There's a slight pause in conversation until Felix chimes in again.

"It'll be fun, I'm sure you'll learn new things from him just like you're doing with Professor Hsieh and Professor Choi." Your heart skips a beat thinking about San, and you realize you really need to keep yourself under wraps better before you slip up and start smiling like a fucking idiot around your friends.

And knowing them, they'd never leave it alone if you give them even the slightest hint of something going on.

"Mhm." Is all you manage to say.

"What're you guys doing this weekend?" Jiung squints at all of you. "Should we head out if you're all here?"

"I think I'm gonna be gone on Sunday during the day, but I'll be back later that evening." Jurin says.

"I'm gonna head home tonight and just hang out with my mom for the weekend." You poke at your salad before forking it and taking it a bite. You also avoid eye contact because it's a lie, and you won't be seeing your mom. You'll be at San's.

"Okay, so we aren't hanging out this weekend." Jiung snorts.

"Yeah, I think my cousin is gonna come down to visit and sleep over." Eunchae says. "We'll probably go out and head around."

"Just us boys again! We should throw a little kick-it at the apartment and keep it lowkey." Jiung adds, with Felix nodding. "Eunchae, you can bring your cousin if you guys aren't too tired." 

"Yeah! We'll swing by if we have the energy." She turns to you. "What're you gonna be doing with your mom?"

"Just hanging out, relaxing." Jiung nods.

"Nice you're spending more time with your mom." You give him a toothless smile and quietly nod.

"Alright, I gotta head out. I might even be a little late." Felix laughs. "See ya'll for dinner later? Y/N if I don't see you before you go, please drive home safely and enjoy your weekend with your mom!"

"Thank you, Lix." You smile and tuck your things into your bag. "I should probably go too, actually. I should wrap things up sooner than later." Jurin, Eunchae and Jiung begin to pack their own things as well, waving their goodbyes as you all split to different ways; some going back to lab, to class, some going to the library to finish some assignments before the weekend rolls around so they don't have to worry about it.

You walk to the Harvey Center with a slight pout, unsure of how to feel being thrown into Yunho's class. Truthfully, it could be worse. You don't know what you'd do if you somehow had to work alongside of Iseul. You're still praying and hoping you don't ever have to collaborate with her, and this is probably all sorts of fucked up because it's based on your feelings for San. You can agree that they are both great professors— their work and contributions are widely known. You don't doubt that you'd learn something new from them. However, you just can't get past the idea that they did what they did to San. You can never fathom betrayal like that.

You sigh.

You can't wait to tell San about this.

As promised, Yunho emails you and asks if he can set up a time to talk and catch you up on everything that's been happening in class so far. He asks if he can see you before the day ends so that you're good to go by the time next week comes.

To: yn@atz.edu From: jeongyh@atz.edu Hi Y/N, I think you might've received the email from Erika already about the change in your TA hours. Thank you in advance for your help, and I'm excited to have you onboard! Do you have some time before end of the day to quickly meet and go over the course? I can bring you up to date on where we're at. I'm on the east wing of the Harvey Center, room E122. Let me know what's good for you and I'll carve out the time. Thanks! Yunho

"You look unhappy." Sunwoo says as he plops down in the empty chair next to your desk, watching as you stare at the email through your laptop. "What's wrong?" You snap out of it and chuckle.

"Nothing." You pause. "Well actually, I'm short on time today so I might not get much done. I'll come in over the weekend if needed."

"Dude, it's fine. Take your weekends." He chuckles. "Why, though? Is everything okay?"

"Mhm. My TA hours are just getting rearranged."

"Oh, more or less?"

"Hm. I'm cutting down on Professor Hsieh's since she has two other TAs, and those hours will go to Professor Jeong instead."

"Oh, cool. That'll be a fun class! I've heard good things about it."

"Yeaaaah. I have to go meet him before the end of the day." You start typing your response to Yunho, letting him know 4:30pm was the best time for you— that way, you still have time to get through some of your work before heading out. Coincidentally, at this point, San walks into the office area, along with three other people. They're conversing in good spirits, and they make a turn towards your direction to head to the small conference room situated near your desk.

"Yo, what's up Professor Choi!" Sunwoo nods.

"Hey Sunwoo." He smiles at him before looking at you. "Y/N." He subtly licks his lips and smirks, returning his attention back to the group as if it never left. You almost forget about Yunho entirely.

He'll be the death of you.

"I'm going to work on some data analysis before I see him. I don't think I'll have time to slice and image today." Sunwoo shrugs.

"All good. We have time next week in between surgeries."

"Don't remind me." You smile at him playfully.

"Assuming you'll listen and take my advice about not coming in on the weekends unless absolutely necessary, what do you have planned?" 

"Mm, just hang out with my mom. What about you?"

"One of my good friends is visiting so I'll be taking him around and letting him sleep on my couch." You snort.

"Sounds fun." 

"Alright, I'm gonna finish some imaging from the slicing we did earlier in the week." You nod and wave. "Have fun at your meeting with Professor Jeong, and have a good weekend!"

"You too, Sunwoo." You give him a toothless smile before returning your attention to the data on your laptop. You spend a good few minutes typing out your analysis, only turning when you hear San's voice as he passes by. He gives you a small, tiny smile before returning his attention to the group, walking out of the basement to who knows where. 

You continue to keep your head down, bouncing between small assignments and your data analysis up until the very end. When 4:20pm hits, you quickly pack up your things and head out, giving the basement one last look. San hasn't returned after leaving with the group, so you assume he's busy for the rest of the afternoon until he heads home. You let out a small sigh, power walking over to the east side of the building. You tap your badge and hold your breath, hoping the badge reader will turn green and pop the door open; which, to your luck, it does. You follow the room numbers until the end, finding Yunho's office in the corner towards the back end of the first floor. You press your ear to the door, making sure there isn't an ongoing meeting before you knock. Once it's clear, you give his door a good, hard three knocks, not even having to wait for Yunho to respond with a 'come in!' 

"Hey!" Yunho smiles at you as you walk in, and you give him a simple, toothless smile. "Nice to see you again!" He's standing, just about to slip a book back onto the shelf next to him.

"Hi Professor Jeong. It's nice to see you again, too."

"Please, take a seat. I'm just kinda fiddling through books right now."

"Are you working on something in particular?" You gently set your bag down and watch as he grabs another book off of the shelf and sets it down on his desk. The book has different images of the mouse brain— the anatomy, from different angles.

"Ah, I'm just trying to make sense of some images, that's all." He smiles again at you. There's no denying that Yunho is also very attractive. He's charming in his own way, very witty and outgoing. You see him bouncing around campus pretty often, with or without Iseul in tow.

"I see."

"How's your day been?"

"It's been alright. Had two classes before I finished up work in San's—" You pause. "Professor Choi's lab."

"That's right, you're rotating in his lab this quarter?"

"Mhm." 

"How's it been?"

"Amazing." You tilt your head and he nods.

"That's good. He's a good guy. If it's anybody you'll learn the most from, it's him."

"Yeah, I agree wholeheartedly." You chuckle to play it off a bit. "So.. I'm sorry to hear about your TA. I hope things are alright with them."

"Hope so, too. I'm just glad they're taking the time they need." He pulls out a copy of his syllabus and slides it over. "You're probably familiar with the format since Professor Hsieh follows a similar one. I usually do about 4 lectures and take care of finals at the end. I've got about three other professors doing guest lectures, and one of our postdocs handles the hands-on lab portion and some other classes." You skim the document. "My TAs usually handle journal club-led discussions. I'll pop in for a few if I can, but I let my TAs have the floor." You nod.

"Oh yeah, this is similar to Professor Hsieh's class. Shouldn't be too bad." You continue to flip through the syllabus.

"No. It shouldn't be." He chuckles. "I may need you to assist with one of my lectures and labs, too."

"Okay, no problem."

"I'll send you the journal club papers and add you to our discussion board. They'll submit assignments and post any questions there, and we can upload lecture or reading material there as well. You can set up office hours for however you'd like, whatever works easiest for you. Just let me know what day you decide to do it."

"Sounds good." You look at him, and he looks at you. You can see the way his brow subtly cocks up before he lets out a small laugh. He's probably unsure why it feels a little tense when trust, you're trying your hardest to not let it slip.

"Any questions? Feeling overwhelmed?"

"No, I'm—" The door suddenly swings open and it's Iseul. Her eyes land on you for a quick second before she diverts her attention back to her husband and apologizes for interrupting. "I'm good, I think we're all set here." You stand and grab your bag. "Thanks, Professor Jeong. I'll see you next week?" He nods. 

"Alright, well feel free to reach out if anything comes up. Have a great weekend, Y/N."

"You too." You give him a short and curt bow before slipping past Iseul. You feel her eyes on you as you pass by, up until the very moment you slip out the door.

And finally, it feels like you can breathe.

"Is that your new TA?" 

"Y/N, yes." He stands to give her a hug and kiss on the top of the head. 

"She looks familiar."

"Well, she's in the bioengineering department and has rotated in Christopher's lab. She's in San's now."

"Hm." She hums. "Interesting." There's something about you that rubs her the wrong way and she's quick to trust her gut. It's not that she doesn't trust you around Yunho, no. But, she doesn't know you and something already feels weird.

"So, hungry? Where should we go for dinner?" He sits back down while Iseul leans against his cabinet behind him, scrolling through her phone.

"I'm feeling sushi tonight."

"That sounds good. Let me finish this up real quick and I'll get you out of here, okay?" He squeezes her hip before returning his attention back to the images on his screen.

After you meet with Yunho, you walk back straight to your studio to pack up for the weekend. You wash up and grab a few things, changing into comfier clothes per usual. When you leave, you shoot San a quick text, waving goodbye to a few friends you run into on your way out.

you: i'm about to head to your house!

san: sorry baby, just wrapping things up but i'll be there ASAP. feel free to get comfy and do whatever you need to do. code to the door is 9583.

you: waoow i have door code access now 🤭

san: lol you sure do, pretty girl. i'll see you soon, okay?

you: mmkay, hurry ☹️

San smiles to himself as he sets the phone down and powers through a few more tasks. When you get to San's house, you park off to the curb and head straight inside, hoping to avoid any confrontation with neighbors at this moment. You slip in and step out of your shoes, sighing a sigh of relief when you've made it safely. You head upstairs to drop your things, noticing San's bed fixed nicely. Rings spread across the drawer, cologne lightly lingering in the air. 

You can't wait for him to get home.

You head back downstairs and turn on the tv for background noise, lighting up a candle on the island. You take a few moments to snack on some fruits before you [slowly] start prepping ingredients for dinner, scrolling through Instagram and getting lost in the social media rabbit hole. You lazily walk over to San's fridge and quickly skim the shelves to see if there's any ideas that'll pop up for dinner. He's got just enough groceries, but nothing too overwhelming. You walk over to the pantry, also taking your time to skim the shelves. The TV is unexpectedly playing a show on unsolved mysteries, which distracts you to a great extent as you hang out beneath the door frame of the pantry.

"Hm." You pull up random recipes in between glancing at the tv. It isn't long before you hear the garage door open, the soft, muffled audio creeping through the walls. San walks in shortly afterwards, airpod in one ear while taking a meeting on Zoom through his phone. 

"Yeah, I know. I agree. Maybe they should work on it together and try a different approach? Have you asked Russ to try some computational analysis on their data?" Is all you hear him say as he walks into the kitchen with a smile on his face seeing you there. You reciprocate the smile and wrap your arms around his neck, waiting for the right moment to kiss him and welcome him home. "Mhm." He says before muting himself. "Hi baby."

"Hi." You tippy-toe to kiss him, allowing San to deepen the kiss despite his Zoom call still going on in the background. "San." You giggle in between, pointing at his phone.

"They don't need me right now." He chases after your lips, hands sliding from the small of your back down to your ass and giving it a good squeeze. You squeal, indulging in a few more seconds of kissing San— fingers tangled in the ends of his hair, gently biting onto his bottom lip and causing him to hiss in response just as you pull away.

"Go finish up your meeting."

"Tease." He mouths out before unmuting himself. "Yeah, I'm here. I hear you." He keeps his eyes on you with a small smirk. He points upstairs, mouthing out a quick 'i'll be in my office.' You nod, giving him one last peck on the lips before he disappears up the steps. You rummage through his fridge to grab those mushrooms, bokchoy, and tofu he had sitting around to whip up a quick udon stir fry. Before chopping up your ingredients, you let the udon sit in a hot water bath while you pop in some shrimp tempura you found in his freezer in the air fryer. Once the noodles are ready, you toss them in as you fry the vegetables, along with your wet ingredients— whipping everything up in a matter of 25 mins. 

After his meeting, San quickly finishes some emails and follows up on a few pending items before calling it a day. He's trying to balance his time better now that you're around because the last thing he wants to do is make the same mistake again of unintentionally pushing someone he cares about away. And it's a little scarier this time, a little different, because San feels himself falling deep [and fast] for you. He doesn't wanna run you off or scare you in any way, and he surely doesn't want a repetition of his last, but he truly cares about you and wants this to work no matter how tough it might be.

He just wants you.

He sighs when the thoughts flood his head, locking his computer and setting his things aside. Since he hears you whipping up dinner, he heads to the room to change and quickly shower. He tosses his clothes into the laundry and steps in, leaving the bathroom door cracked open. When you head up the stairs after making dinner, you find San drenched underneath the piping hot water. Steam is rising out of the shower and into its surroundings, fogging up the mirrors. You watch for a few moments through his bathroom mirror— catching 'lil peeks and admiring his pretty, honey-dipped skin, wet black hair. You find the sudden urge to join him, to just be with him, and before you can even think twice, your feet are already taking you to San. You tread over in front of the shower door, San curiously looking at you with a small smile on his face. His eyes are glued to you while he watches you strip down in front of him, beautifully bare and raw. He pops the door open for you to step in, hands instantly coming to your waist to pull you flush against him.

"Wasn't expecting you to join."

"Thought we could save some water."

"Yeah?" He laughs. "I'm not mad about it." You tippy-toe to peck him on the lips. He doesn't let you go, though. He deepens the kiss, tongues fighting for dominance slowly, sensually. His hands are roaming all over your body, giving your breasts a good squeeze. You moan, the need, desire, to please San becomes overwhelming. He lets out a small sigh when he feels your hand wrap around his hard cock, his breathy moan causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Your lips press chaste kisses down the column of his neck, tongue swiping across the surface before you gently nibble. You're careful not to leave any marks, softly sucking on the base of his neck, collarbone; just enough to make him feel a way without having the proof littered on his skin.

"Fuck, princess." He chokes out. "Feels so damn good already." You pick up the pace as you continue to stroke him, slowly crouching down to come eye level with his member— kissing and sucking away at his angry, red tip to start it off. Your tongue swipes from the base upwards, pressing tiny kisses across the surface. "Don't be such a tease." He pouts as he watches from above. You smirk, taking half of him inside your mouth. You work your hand at the same time you bob up and down, pulling back with a pop. The string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his tip drives him insane, his hand coming to the back of your head to slowly guide you down his length the next time you've stuffed your mouth full of him. "Doing so well, love. You can take all of me, yeah?" You nod. He feels you gag when he eases it all down your throat, causing San to groan a little louder— the tone echoing off the bathroom walls. He keeps his cock down your throat, determining on his own terms when he'll give you time to catch your breath, take a breather. When he pulls your head back, you look up at him with those doe-eyes. And it goes from one moment of sticking his cock back down your throat, to the next moment of you constantly bobbing your head; sucking him off so fucking well. 

"Aw—fuck—" San hisses before moaning loudly. "So fucking sexy, baby. Made just for me." He breathes out. "Fuck, fuck— gonna cum—" It takes that one last moment of taking him fully before San keeps your head there as he shoots his cum down your throat. When he's finished, you slowly pull back and wipe at your mouth, throat feeling all sorts of sore and battered but you could careless.

As long as you made San feel good, that's all you wanted.

"Okay, maybe we need to finish up in here."

"Do we have to?" San smirks, hands rubbing at your waist. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Just wanted to make you feel good, Sannie." The nickname rolls of your lips so naturally San feels his heart soar. It just feels like you were meant to say it, like you're the only person on this Earth that is deserving of so. San doesn't even realize he's still smiling down at you until you kiss him on the lips tenderly and finally taking the lead with getting washed up.

When you get back downstairs, San still can't keep his hands off of you. You sit on the edge of the counter while San washes a few of his containers from lunch. After he finishes, he slots himself in between your legs, admiring you from where he stands. You wrap your arms around his neck while his hands are resting on your thighs. He presses cute, repeated kisses along your chin and jaw, causing you to giggle.

"So, I forgot to tell you. I got an email from the department today about my TA assignment."

"Is everything okay?" 

"I think so."

"You think?"

"I, um." You look at San. "Some of my TA hours are going to Yunho. I had to meet with him really quickly earlier."

"Oh. That's cool, baby." You shake your head and he chuckles. "No?"

"No."

"Don't think about the things that happened. He's still a great professor and someone you'll learn a lot from." You scoff.

"Like what, how to be a bad, homewrecking bestfriend?"

"Baby." He smirks a bit and gently pokes your nose. "Don't do that."

"You're right, sorry." You roll your eyes playfully. "He is cool, I guess." He chuckles.

"Promise me you won't let your feelings get in the way, hm? Look at him as a professor, not from what you know about me." Truthfully, San is a little afraid that you'll be working closely with Yunho now. Not because he's insecure, no. But, working with Yunho meant there was a chance he'd learn more about you. And obviously San wouldn't hide your relationship if he didn't have to, for the sake of rules, policy, his lab, Namjoon even. The fear is stemming from his past, coming back to haunt him all over again. He doesn't trust either of them one bit.

"I should be looking at you as just a professor too, you know?" You tease.

"Oh yeah? Wonder what happened there."

"Kinda like you better like this, though." You giggle, allowing San to swoop you into his arms. You cling on, wrapping your legs and arms around him while he walks you to the couch and sits you on his lap. 

"Damn, so the whole professor charm didn't do much?"

"Kidding." You laugh.

"Your laugh is so cute." San says, looking up to you all smitten. He rubs at your sides, kissing you sweetly before he's back to just smiling at you.

"What, no?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"You're just so beautiful, that's all." You smile. "Hm, so. What do you wanna watch? What do you wanna do this weekend since I have you all to myself?"

"Well, we can watch something cute? Because I've been watching this and it's making my mind work overtime with all the possibilities." You look back at the TV and San chuckles.

"I thought you liked stuff like that, baby."

"I do, but tonight, I just wanna relax."

"Fair enough. I'll watch whatever movie you wanna watch."

"Even if its A Walk to Remember or The Notebook?" He nods, bottom lip poking out.

"I don't mind."

"Wow, you're a little too perfect." He laughs.

"Far from it, actually." 

"And, I don't know. I'm down for whatever this weekend."

"I'll take you around some places away from here."

"Sounds good with me."

"Let's grab our dinner and watch a movie?" He kisses you once more before tapping you on the hip. "Thank you for making dinner, angel."

"Of course." You smile and hop off his lap. You fill your bowls with the udon stir fry and tempura you made, laughing and joking around mid-convo with San as you both walk back to the couch while he's telling you about his day. You pop on the classic Titanic, not really in the mood for anything else popping up on Netflix. San compliments you on dinner, smothering you in more kisses all over your face. You joke about how he didn't have much to work with, so maybe grocery shopping needed to go on your list for this weekend's festivities.

When you're done with dinner, San cleans up in the kitchen while you continue to watch away on the couch, answering to a few texts in between until San comes back to keep you company. Mid-movie, his phone dings, signaling a text coming through.

It's Jongho.

jongho: trying to play tennis this weekend? me and yeosang were thinking about going to the courts then hanging out at his house after. 

jongho: chris is gonna be busy with his sister this weekend so he's out 

jongho: and i asked mingi but i don't think he wants to play lol

san: sorry my guy! sounds fun but i'll be occupied with some things this weekend.

jongho: like what??

san: i'm just behind on a few things, needa wrap it up before the NAS conference.

jongho: hm ok, well the invite is there if things change!

san: thanks! have fun lol

And with that, San locks his phone and continues to watch the movie while your head is on his lap. He looks down at you and smiles a bit to himself, his hand coming down to thread through your hair and give you a gentle head massage. He feels a bit guilty for lying to Jongho, but at the same time, he doesn't.

He's content, he's happy.

Right now, things couldn't feel any more perfect and he'd be damned if he did anything to mess it up.

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"you're two days late!!" actually, no, Christmas is today. what are you talking about? today is the 25th of december. im not lying.

ALSOOO everyone thank @diol0verr669 for helping me write this! And thank @pierslover061 for proof reading it even though its like 11pm and he hasnt even watched jjba p5 yet

A Stupid Christmas

The Dumb Killers Christmas special.

This is a short little oneshot set in the universe of my x reader fanfic: Dumb Killers, you don't have to read it to understand this little oneshot but there may be some references that are difficult to understand!

La Squadra Di Esecuzioni x Fem!Reader ||

Christmas, or, Natale, was no trivial matter. In Italy, festivities began at the very earliest in December with the feast of Immaculate Conception and ended at the start of January. In this month, dedicated to gift-giving and merriment, family was the centre of all love and care. Locals would typically head home to their families; grandparents, aunts, uncles, children and adults all united under one roof to share stories from their year apart. 

In Italy's criminal underworld, this was a long sought after privilege. Family; friends; anyone with the capability of becoming extra baggage was cut off in due time for the safety of both themselves and the one involved within Italy's underbelly. La Squadra Di Execuzioni - otherwise known as The Hitman Team or The Execution Squad - was no exception to this rule. The members of this team had only each other, and though they were an unruly bunch of misfits - contrasting from one another in great leaps - the way they celebrated the festive season was almost domestic. 

"I told you; these colours are tacky!" It was late in the afternoon when Prosciutto's loud, authorative voice cut through the once still air of the hideout. 

Wind howled from the harsh world outside as he battled his way inside the hideout, slamming the front door shut behind him violently. Though the weather was mostly warm, winters could grow bitter in Napoli and as a result, he'd wrapped himself warmly in a snug scarf and hat. 

In his arms, he bore several bags of groceries. Groceries that were quickly thrown to the side when he caught wind of Formaggio and Illuso meddling with the decorations he had so delicately put in place. The shorter of the two, Formaggio, was balancing atop of the other - a string of brightly coloured LED lights clutched tightly in his palms. They looked to the blond like two deer caught in headlights: 

"Put those lights down." He then commanded, tearing the scarf and hat from his body and dashing them to the ground with his supplies before promptly marching toward the two. "How many times do I need to catch you like this for it to get through to you that---" 

"---Oh, come on, Pros." Formaggio groaned, throwing the LEDs to the floor. He brought his hands down to rest atop of Illuso's head. "The rainbow lights are so much prettier, it looks better than those bland ones you have up right now." 

A sneer etched its way into Prosciutto's typically stoic features. "The white lights are elegant. Far more fitting for a a traditional holiday. I'm not going to argue this any more." 

A simple tut and a firm shake of his head was all he needed to showcase his disapproval for the two's mischief. With cracking knees, he bent down to pluck up the LEDs that Formaggio had carelessly thrown to the floor - not caring for the annoyed huff Illuso let out. 

"While I agree the white is softer and more elegant," He began, carelessly throwing Formaggio off of his shoulders. "It's so very bland. Maybe a yellow or pink tint would do better to liven the place up, hm?" 

Both he and Prosciutto chose to ignore the pained groan Formaggio let out and instead looked around the room. 

Prosciutto was firm in his belief that Christmas was a traditional holiday, and as such should be celebrated traditionally. He had decorated the hideout well for the occasion: a small pine tree sat in the corner of the living area, decorated in soft white lights and dark red tinsel, with the occasional baubel and cross hung atop of its branches. He had strung a long green wreath across the banner of the staircase, tied eloquently with silvering ribbons and scarlet berries. Blue and white seemed to be a common theme weaved within his Saintly memorabilia, a showcase of their Latin roots. 

He had let no one else involve themselves with the decorating. He needed everything to be perfect, and in his eyes nobody else on the team was as coordinated and polished and himself. Because of this, all month since putting the decorations up, you, Formaggio, Illuso, Gelato and Sorbet had been trying to replace his traditional dream with something more modern. He resented it, and so while scrunching his nose up into a grimace, Prosciutto shoved the rainbow LEDs into the unprepared hands of Illuso. 

"The white is supposed to look like snow." He shifted around to grab at the items he had thrown to the floor, placing his hat and scarf atop of the coat rack. "Quite frankly, if I saw yellow snow, I'd think it was piss." 

That brought forth a snort from Formaggio, who was still on the floor, and made Illuso roll his eyes. Prosciutto ignored their childish behavior, offering you a nod as you - with wide curious eyes - slowly decended the rotting staircase and entered the main living area. 

"What's going on?" You inquired, tone sweet despite the heavy irritation that hung in the air. 

Prosciutto picked up his groceries. Last minute deals for the dinner he was to prepare that night - typically, he would never be so unprepared, but with the cuts to their budget he would take any chance needed to save a few lira on nnecessities. He chose to brush off the tiff that had occured only a few seconds before, offering you a meagre glance before walking in the direction of the kitchen. 

Your brow quirked at the action. You turned to look at Formaggio and Illuso. "What's his deal?" 

"Ugh, nothing. Just Pissy Prosciutto, as per usual." Formaggio rolled his eyes, his sarcastic comment bringing forth short snickers from both you and Illuso. 

"You two were trying to change the decorations again, weren't you?" Another voice broke through the air, bringing forth a startled yelp from Formaggio. 

Decending the staircase in tow with Melone, was Ghiaccio. He held a bored expression, looking to the three of you with a mild furrow in his brow. "It's getting old now. Try something new." 

"Hey, you're getting old." Formaggio then huffed, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. His words made Illuso wince, as if he knew what was coming next by the way Ghiaccio's expression pinched in frustration. 

"What?" He started, full offense lacing his tone. "That makes no sense! I'm younger than you by several years, which means that in the context of---" 

"---Let's not do this today," Melone hummed, promptly pushing Ghiaccio to the side so that he could hover behind you. You offered him a playful smile, to which he returned gratefully. He then looked to the rest of the group. "Have you lot seen Gelato and Sorbet? I have some information to give them regarding a new hit."

"You're all work, no play." Illuso spoke, a sly smirk spreading across his lips. "They aren't here. They're celibrating at their own apartment - take a break from your job, Melone."

Melone clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. His plans to get this job done before the New Year sullied by Gelato and Sorbet's privy to party. Nonetheless, he found Illuso's comment to be demeaning; his lips parted to argue that his focus was what aided the group in their hits, but was promptly cut off by you. 

"What are they celebrating? Is it their anniversary or something?" You cocked your head to the side in curiosity. The four other members looked to you as if you'd just chopped off your own head. 

"(Y/N)," Ghiaccio started. If his brow could furrow any further, it would. "You do know what day it is today, correct?" 

You blinked. Once, then twice, not catching the concerned glances each of them threw each other. "It's Tuesday. Why does that matter?" 

"No," Illuso was the next to speak up. "The day, do you realise what day it is?" He emphasised his words as he spoke, trying to push you into realising just what was special about that day in particular. 

"It's Tuesday. I already told you that!" You huffed at them, clenching your fist in anger. You hated it when they did this - when clearly they knew more than they were letting on, but refused to tell you. When no one spoke, you mulled over what to do next - and then it hit you, you smiled. "It's Tuesday, December twenty-fifth!"

Formaggio lunged forward, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking. "(Y/N)! It's Christmas!" 

And at his words, your eyes suddenly blew wide, shifting to look at Ghiaccio when he began to speak. "And it's Wednesday, not Tuesday. Where the fuck did you get Tuesday from?"

Your lips parted into a curious 'o', eyes blowing wide in sudden surprise at the news they had shared. 

"Wait, it's Christmas?" There was a short pause, the others looked to you as if you had gone insane. When suddenly, you slapped your hands to your cheeks in shock. "It's Christmas! Oh my God! I haven't wrapped anyone's gifts!" 

A hearty chortle left Illuso. "You've left it a little late---" 

But he was quickly cut off by Ghiaccio, who scoffed. "---Eugh, I just hate the whole consumerist ideology behind Christmas." Crossing his arms over his chest, he rolled his eyes to the side. "There's nothing genuine or nice about fighting to see who gets each other the best gifts. It's shitty. I've never liked it." 

"What are you talking about, Ghiaccio?" Melone huffed, pressing a hand to his hip nonchalantly. "It's a nice time to get everyone together." 

"No," Ghiaccio shook his head. "It's expensive and unnecessary. I mean, especially in our situation - we can't afford to be spending so much money on each other." He pointed at Melone peculiarly, a quirk in his brow. "Surely you understand this; weren't you and (Y/N) homeless?" 

The purple one shrugged his shoulders. "Well, yes, but we still had fun." 

His brushy gaze turned to look at you, soft and appreciative. You nodded your head along with his words. "Yeah, there's no reason to be grouchy, G!"

You wafted a dismissive hand in his direction. "Plus! I'll have you know, I spent nothing on gifts this year! They are all hand made!"

"And I had Junior steal mine." Melone nodded his head along with your words, tapping his foot on the floor to contain his excitement. 

Upon hearing the news of your gifts, Formaggio let out an excited gasp. "Shit, really?" He leant close to you, a bright grin spread across his lips. "What'd you two get us!?" 

You huffed. Crossing your arms over your chest and turning away from him in spite. "Not saying." 

"Oh, come on Tesoro, don't you love us?" It was Illuso who spoke next, shimmying closer to your side and placing a delicate hand atop of your shoulder. 

"Nuh uh." You shook your head. The two continued to pry at your mind for a few more seconds before Ghiaccio eventually stomped his foot against the ground. 

"See, this is what I mean, you don't care about the tradition you only care about getting presents! It's bullshit!" He let out a drawn out grunt, utterly disappointed yet unsuprised with how little his team cared for the holidays. 

"But Ghiaccio," You whined, taking a step toward him to grasp at his sweater. "You can't hate Christmas! It's the jolly season---" 

"---Don't get all sappy with me." He brushed your hand away, grimacing with palpable distaste. "This isn't some kids Christmas film; I don't need you to show me the spirit of Christmas, or whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean - I mean, it's stupid. Even if spirits were real, which they aren't, Christmas is a physical holiday and can't have a 'spirit.' It's idiotic and I think you're all stupid for---" 

While he began to rant and rave, you swivelled around to look at your three other friends. Each of them, Melone, Formaggio and Illuso, held expressions of equal concern. 

"You guys," You whisper yelled, teetering closer to them so that Ghiaccio would be unable to hear you. "We need to help him learn how to love Christmas! He's obviously never had a good Christmas before---"

"---What makes you think that?" It was Illuso who cut you off this time, his brow quirking curiously. You had made a rather callous assumption - there were many reasons as to why Ghiaccio did not like Christmas, and yet you seemed confident in your statement.

You hummed, lowering your gaze to the floor. "Well, because... when I was a young child..." 

"We don't need a monolouge, babe." Formaggio wafted his hand in your direction, using your wistfull pause as a means to try and shut you up before you had the chance to start spilling random stories from your youth. 

Fortunately, you had Melone at your beckon call. He glowered in Formaggio's direction, offering him a short slap on the shoulder before blurting out: "Let her talk!" 

"Thank you, Loons." You nodded your head thankfully in his direction. Then, placed your hands over your heart thoughtfully. "When I was a child, I hated Christmas." 

Both Formaggio and Illuso gasped. You nodded your head solemnly. "I know... it's shocking. But, well, my parents hated each other and they'd always spend the entire day arguing! They used to lock me in my room with all of my new toys, because they assumed I'd be busy playing with them and wouldn't be able to hear them fighting..." 

You frowned at the memory. The time you spent with your family was something you tried not to recall; those sleepless nights arguing and sobbing were long gone, and you had a new familia to spend these events with. You had to focus on the good that was happening now, rather than the bad that happened in the past. 

Such was why, when Formaggio let out a small: "That's... sad. What changed?" You let a genuine smile slip across your lips, moving over to grab at your purple friends shoulder and hug his side. 

"Well, I met Melone." You moved up to kiss at his cheek, causing him to grow a little flustered under your attention.  "Even if Santa stopped giving us gifts, living with Melone taught me that---"

"---Wait, wait, wait!" Formaggio waved his hands in a 'stop' motion, his brow furrowing in question. "What do you mean 'Even if Santa stopped giving you gifts,' (Y/N), don't tell me you still believe in Santa?" 

You looked him up and down. "Well... yeah? You don't?" 

Formaggio tried so very hard not to laugh. He should've been given a reward, for he held his breath for so long his cheeks turned red. When he could hold his howling cackles for no longer, he curled in on himself and clutched at his stomach in agony. 

"Pffft-! Why do you think he stopped giving you gifts for Christmas?" Was his question, because it seemed stupid that you'd still believe in Santa. You frowned at his insistent mockery. 

"Well... I killed a guy when I was fourteen, and that's like, a sin or whatever." You shrugged your shoulders. "Santa stopped giving me gifts after that." 

More laughter fell from Formaggio's lips. He sounded like a broken bottle of window cleaner, wheezing and coughing from the sheer force of his laughs. When he peeked up at you, he took note that Melone was also frowning, more giggles slipped from his throat. "Melone... do you also...?" 

"Of course I do." The purple one in question nodded his head at the question. "We don't get gifts because we're Hitmen, and so are on his naughty list." 

At this new revelation - that one of the most logical, intelligent and calculated men on the team still believed in Santa - Formaggio fell to the floor in utter shock. Illuso looked to you both with eyes splayed wide. He could believe you, you were stupid, but Melone? It was a surprise. With a furrowed brow, he tried to reprimand you both: 

"You are both twenty three! Why the fuck do you still---" 

"---No, no, Lucy. Let's hear them out." But he was cut off by Formaggio, who hauled himself off of the ground with a wide and devious grin. "Their reasoning is realistic, we are bad people, after all." 

Illuso rolled his eyes at the notion, deciding that this wasn't a battle he was willing to fight - if the three of you wanted to believe this nonsense, then he wouldn't be the one to rain on your parade. 

"What the fuck are you guys talking about." Ghiaccio then grunted, shoving his way into the circle that the three of you had crafted.

Illuso offered him a short, displeased glance. "(Y/N) and Melone and Formaggio believe in Santa." 

And that was all Ghiaccio needed to lose complete and total interest in conversing with the lot of you.

"Oh." He started, lowering his gaze to the floor. His brows furrowed in what was at first question, then frustration, and then acceptance. A loud sigh passed his lips, and he turned away from you all slowly. "I can't deal with you guys right now. I just... can't."

And it was with that, he turned to walk toward the kitchen - where Prosciutto was currently cooking a traditional feast with the aid of Pesci.

As Ghiaccio walked away, a loud knocking sounded at the front of the house. Prosciutto's voice called out to the three of you sternly: "Answer the door!" 

And you wasted no seconds in dismissing your three friends so that you could investigate who was at the door. It was strange to recieve visitors on such a widely celibrated day, most people in Italy were with their families and hardly anything was open. 

As you encroached the door, you could make out the rough silhouette of two figures through the blurred window; one tall and one short, with blond and black hair. A wicked grin spread across your lips - these two were just who you needed. 

"Gelato, Sorbet!" You grinned, throwing open the door with an expression of mischief. "I thought you two were spending Christmas at your place?" 

Stood before you, wrapped snugly in jackets and scarfes and arms lined with presents, were your two best friends: Gelato and Sorbet, who caught immediately the expression of deviance that had settled across your face. 

"Betty didn't pay our utility bills last month, we have no power or water or anything. Thought we'd come and spend the holidays with you lot!" The two shuffled inside the house. Gelato kept a close eye on you as you clipped the door shut behind them. "But something tells me you have a sinister plan...?" 

"Your face is evil." Sorbet then hummed, his brow quirked at you. Staring with palpable question while he placed his gifts down on the ground next to the couch, not bothering to shift them under the tree with the rest of them. "What are you plotting?" 

While he was setting down his stuff, you grabbed Gelato by his shoulders and shook him desperately. "Ghiaccio hates this season! He's miserable! You guys need to help me make him like it!" 

"Is no one else available for this task?" He asked, shoving you off of him with a snicker. He looked to the other three in the room, who remained near the staircase where you had initially been conversing.  

"We think shes should leave it," Illuso reasoned, moving his hands in a 'so-so' motion. "I mean, Ghiaccio is a tough egg to crack. If he hates Christmas then he hates Christmas." 

Formaggio let out a small hum at the notion. "It's ironic that he hates it, though. Considering his stand is the most wintery of them all." 

"Exactly!" You yelped, waving your hands desperately. You used Formaggio's point as an anchor for your reasoning. "We need to make him like it!" 

Formaggio and Illuso looked to Melone for help - they thought that perhaps since he was the closest with you he would be able to sway you against any evil plans, but he offered no reasoning. Only shrugging his shoulders as he watched you plot with Gelato and Sorbet. 

"Idea:" Sorbet finally piped up after a few minutes of thought. "In that film about Christmas, that one guy was really miserable - until, visited by a ghost who showed him how great Christmas is." 

He raised his brows in offer, grinning when both you and Gelato mulled over the offer. You began to nod slowly after a few seconds of thought. "So we need to visit Ghiaccio with a ghost..." 

"Who is the most ghostly on the team?" Gelato inquired, running a hand through his scraggly blond hair. 

There was more silence. Then, Sorbet piped up. 

"...Risotto." He offered, and you nodded your head along with his words once more - confirming with a small: 

"Risotto." Of your own. 

It was with this decision made, the three of you stormed up to his office - giggling and snickering, eager to transform him into what would be a Christmas miracle. 

"Risotto!" You were the first to cry, not bothering to knock as you threw open the door to his office. You had to squint upon entry, for he bathed himself in darkness. Working beneath nothing but a flickering old lamp. 

He flinched at your sudden intrusion, lifting his gaze from his work lethargically. "Mm?" 

You pointed a finger in his direction, marching toward his desk with an authority only you would have to confidence to conjure up against your boss. Behind you, Gelato and Sorbet teetered into the room like vultures - his brow quirked at the sight, realising that the lot of you were likely up to no good.

"Stop doing your work, it's Christmas!" You begged, pressing your hands together in a praying motion. He huffed a breath through his nostrils, gaze flittering down to his work once more. 

"I know, I just need to get these documents---"

"---No! I need you." He was taken aback when you suddenly cut him off, slamming your hands down against his desk so that you could lean your whole body above him.

"...You need me?" Was his small, hushed mumble. His eyes flickered up and down your body, swallowing thickly before he continued. "In what way?" 

"I need you to be a ghost." You leant back, crossing your arms over your chest. "You need to scare Ghiaccio." 

Ah. He should have known you'd have some kind of devious plot. Rolling his eyes back down toward his desk, he pressed a finger to his brow. "Why?" 

"Because Ghiaccio hates Christmas, keep up, Riz." Gelato was the one who spoke next, cocking his head to side as he too encroached his superiors desk. 

A hum of complaint left Risotto, he motioned toward his paperwork. "Okay. Uhm. I'm a bit busy, so..." 

Sorbet let out a scoff at his petty excuse. 

"Risotto, we all know the only reason you're cooped up in here is because you hate social events." He reasoned, taking a confidence that you and Gelato lacked - he rounded the desk and grabbed at the brooding mans shoulders, trying with his best effort to lift him from his chair. "Come on, it'll take like five minutes. Let's turn you into a ghost." 

"This is foolish." He uttered. Yet, to his own utter disbelief, he stood and allowed the three of you to guide him into another room - where you would be allowed to play dress up to your hearts content. 

Devilish laughter filled the air while the three of you dictated Risotto's haunting attire - the first outfit you'd all picked was dark and gruly, hooded with chains and thick boots. But it was too obvious. You next tried something lighter - white and flowy with silver accents, but it was far too bright for a man as hurcelean as Risotto. There was a vast debate between the three of you - over what would be best to scare Ghiaccio with... that was when searching through your closet, you found an outfit that was perfect. 

"I look stupid." Risotto grumbled, body stiff while three grabby hands maneuvered his limbs into the fluffy red and white outfit. "I hate this."

"I think you look hot," You hummed, plucking the black coxcomb from his head and instead placed it atop of yours. He looked like a dishevelled cygnet, frowning when you replced his hat with a big red one. "If this guy came down my chimney, I'd take my clothes off." 

"I'd hit." Sorbet then chimed, taking a step back to admire the glorious work the three of you had achieved. 

Risotto stood hunched over himself, frowning while the three of you cooed and awed at how supposedly 'cute' he looked dressed as Santa.

"Why do you have this...?" He mumbled, picking at some crust that lined the fluff of his red coat. 

You let out a short hum. "Eh... I can't really remember, I think me and Melone were trying out some rolepl---" 

"---I'm taking it off." Risotto shuddered at the thought of what sinful things may have happened in this poor outfit, though he was unfortunately halted by several hands. 

"You can't take it off!" Gelato griped, patting down his outfit sternly. "This is how we're going to convince Ghiaccio to like Christmas!" 

Risotto frowned at the three of you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You said you wanted to scare him." He then motioned to himself. "This... isn't scary."

"New plan," You chirruped, attaching yourself to his arm ajd poking at his cheek. "You pretend to be Santa!" 

He wafted your hand away, frowning unsurely. "That's not going to work. Ghiaccio isn't six he knows Santa isn't---" 

"---Shhusshhh, Santa is real! He's real! I'm tired of everyone saying he isn't!" You pressed your index finger to his lip, shutting him up properly. Your brows furrowed with upset, you were tired of people telling you this. 

Sorbet cackled at the sight, nodding his head along with your words. "Yeah, Risotto, Santa is real. Don't you know?" 

"No."

There was clear hesitation on Risotto's behalf. You frowned - if this plan was to work, you needed him to behave himself. You turned to look at Gelato and Sorbet desperately, hoping that they would have some sort of  solution - to no avail, they only offered you shruggish frowns. 

And when Prosciutto's voice called up the stairs announcing that the traditional dinner was ready, devious smiles befell the three of you. Risotto staggered backward a few steps, moving to grab at his black jacket, but he was halted by Gelato. 

"What do you think you're doing? You need to wear this downstairs." He tossed Risotto's original outfit to the side, snickering evilly. Risotto frowned. 

"I am not attending dinner like this---"

"---But you have to," You plead, tugging at his sleeve opposing Gelato. "For the sake of our team! You have to!" 

Risotto wasn't quite sure how he ended up in this situation - he thought he had authority over this team, but it seemed the three of you were impossible to wrangle. Within seconds you were shoving him out of the door and down the stairs. 

"Look who decided to visit us!" You called out, entering the kitchen with a bounce in your step. Behind you, dragged rather forcefully by Gelato and Sorbet, was the hesitant Saint you had claimed Risotto to be. 

Most of the group had already gathered at the table, ready 

"Oh my fucking God---" Formaggio suddenly blurted, slamming his fist down against the table while laughter bubbled up out of his throat. 

There was a sigh from the seat next to him, Illuso pinched at his neatly plucked brow, utter shock filling his tone as he spoke. "You three didn't..." 

Guiding Risotto toward his chair, you forced him down by the shoulders. Promptly wafting your hands around his body, presenting him like some sort of prize: 

"It's Santa!" 

You and Gelato both cheered. With Risotto settled, sure that he wasn't going to suddenly turn tail and run, you slipped into your seat next to Melone all the while Gelato and Sorbet settled onto their side of the table. 

Ignoring the strange looks the four of you recieved, you turned to look at Ghiaccio, brows raised smugly - only to frown when he let out an alarmed: "What the fuck." 

"It's Saint Nicholas!" You cried, growing irritated that he was so stubborn with his dislike. You eyed him through your peripherals, expression that of stern annoyance. He could only scoff at your insistence. 

Still howling, Formaggio rubbed at his cheeks - they were begining to hurt from how much he had been smiling, and he was out of breath from laughter. He pressed his hands together pleadingly. "Do the laugh, Nick." 

"I'm not doing that." Risotto near growled, clenching his hands into fists. Formaggio near crawled atop of the table, leaning forward desperately.

"Oh, come on, please!" 

Risotto grimaced. He paused for a moment, gaze flickering over to where you were prodding and poking at Ghiaccio. Aside from the obvious few who took humour in Risotto's sudden change, most of the table seemed confused: Pesci and Melone were reacting the best, the purple one had began to dig into his dinner - a traditional lasagna, as was the first meal of Christmas - and only eyed the rest of the group casually. Pesci, for the most part, remained silent; watching everyone with wide, confused eyes.

Prosciutto had yet to sit down with the rest of the group, he was still carrying a tray of food - but he had stopped what he was doing, stood dazed at the side of the table with a furrow in his brow. Formaggio was pouting, he had his hands clasped together desperately. 

Risotto let out a loud sigh. Caving to the demands of his teammates and letting out a quiet: Ho... ho... ho...?" 

And at that, Formaggio began to howl again. Cackling and chortling loudly, Prosciutto sneered in his brutish direction. 

"Risotto why are you---" 

"---Prosciutto, can't you see this is Santa, not Risotto?" Sorbet cut through, offering a 'no-duh' look in the blond's direction. Prosciutto scoffed, placing the tray of food on the table before sitting in his designated seat. 

"Don't be foolish that's clearly---" 

"---Since Santa has decided to join us, we should open our gifts now." Illuso suddenly spoke out, slamming his hands down against the table to garner attention. Formaggio nodded his head along eagerly, quipping out a jovial: 

"Pretty please!" 

Prosciutto shook his head. "No, we need to save that until after---" 

"---But Santa is here now, which means we have to." Gelato then huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Prosciutto's frown could only deepen at the notion. His lips parted to argue against them, but was promptly cut off by you - who stood up in sudden surprise.

"Wait, I forgot to wrap my gifts!" 

Melone placed a hand atop of your arm, cooing out a gentle: "I did it for you. I knew you'd forget." 

A small, soft gasp left your throat. You looked down to Melone gently, adoration seeping into every fibre of your being. He looked to you with equal reprise, a small smile slipping across his lips. If this were some sort of cartoon, the hearts would have likely filled the air between you - but your moment was cut off by Formaggio, who clapped his hands together loudly. 

"Well, let's hand them out!" He blurted, shooing you with his hands. You offered him a sour expression, before promptly slipping out of the room to gather the gifts that had all been bundled under the tree. 

It wasn't an easy task, bringing them all in, since everyone on the team had gotten each other something there was at least a dozen under the tree - but eventually, after many trips, you wrangled them all into the room. 

"Here! Do mine first!" You insisted, flittering about the table to hand them each something. "I hand made them all." 

Then, you stood to the side with your hands on your hips, grinning brightly while you watched them open their gifts. 

Formaggio was the first to tear into his gift, ignoring Prosciutto who griped over the complete disregard the group had for his traditions, and instead grabbing at what was inside the wrapping. "You..." In his hands he held a small grey kitten, made of velvet wool. "Knitted Bonèt!" 

"Crochet, actually." Melone cut in, not bothering to look up from his gift. You'd crocheted him a jumper - it was messy, and he'd known for weeks he'd be getting it since he'd often sit next to you in bed while you knitted away, but he appreciated it nontheless. 

"Whatever! She's so cute! And she doesn't bite me!" He nuzzled his head into the cat, jovial that it wouldn't scratch at him like his real cat. 

Prosciutto, with a frown on his face, delicately peeled back the paper around his gift. "Wow... an apron." He then grumbled - it wasn't a surprise. He got a new hoover for his birthday. Though he did appreciate the detail and effort you'd put into the gift. He looked up to you curiously. "I wasn't aware you knew how to crochet." 

"I wasn't aware you had any talents - other than brutally killing and maiming, of course." Illuso laughed, picking at the small candle holder you'd crocheted him - he always used candles when in the bathtub, so a holder was extremely thoughtful. Though, he wasn't sure how much of a fire hazard the wool one was. 

"Of course I do! Knitting and crocheting is so fun!" You then chirruped, you looked to Risotto, watching him pull out the wool beane you had made for him. It had a bell on top, a bell that fell off the moment he pried it from the wrapping. You frowned sheepishly. "Though, I'm not too good at it... killing is what I'm best at, I suppose. There's a reason I'm a poor hitman and not a rich artist!" 

"You could be one, though." Pesci mumbled, smiling down appreciatively at the little creature you had crocheted him. Out of everyone on the team, he was the only other who knew how to craft these things - in fact, he had been the one to teach you. He was artistic at heart, and it filled him with joy to know you were harnessing this ability for good. Prosciutto had always been very dismissive of it as a talent. "Thank you for this." 

"Most artists aren't rich, it's an extremely underpaid profession." Ghiaccio scoffed at what you had said. He held your gift with his index finger, as if it were ridden with disease. "You made me a helmet...?"

You nodded your head eagerly, wafting a hand in his direction. "A helmet cover! To go over your... stand... thingy?" 

He grimaced. 

"This is stupid." He dashed it down onto the table. "It makes no sense. I'm not going to bother putting it on when I use my stand because when I use it I'm always in the heat of battle---" 

"---Well, I assume it's cold inside White Album, right?" You quirked your head to the side. 

A low grunt left his throat. "Of course it fucking is it's made of ice it's cold---" 

"---Well, I thought hard about this gift! It will keep you warm!" You smiled again. Jovial, despite how much Ghiaccio tried to yell at and dismiss you. His lip quivered at the sight, twitching to spout more hatred in your direction. 

Then, his gaze flickered down to the gift you had made him. It was stupid; it would never work on his stand and it would only hinder him during battle. Yet... you'd thought about him. You'd really thought about him and likely spent weeks fussing over the creation of it. In addition to this, you were trying your hardest to get him to enjoy himself, despite how stubborn he was. 

He bit the inside of his cheek, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his head away from you. "Whatever... thank... you..." 

For the most part, you'd failed in your goal of getting Ghiaccio to enjoy Christmas. Though, there was no doubt in saying that he was more partial to it than he had been prior. 

Despite Prosciutto's protesting, Formaggio and Illuso forced the entire team to open their gifts at the table - out of everyone, you seemed to recieve the best gifts despite your insistence that you'd be fine with whatever they threw at you. Formaggio had bought you cat toys to play with his cat, and in addition to that a blanket for which he insisted the two of you could share. Ghiaccio and Prosciutto had both gone out of their way to buy you jewellery, because they assumed that is what you'd like. Meanwhile Illuso offered you a bouquet of roses and a date to some restaurant you had never heard of before. Much like you, Pesci had handcrafted his gift - a painting, which you adored greatly and insisted on hanging up in the living room despite Prosciutto's argument against it. Risotto bought you a few books, because he knew you liked stealing his. And Melone had perhaps been the most thoughtful of the bunch, buying you a multitude of flowers, plushies and nicknacks - he was trying to one up everyone else, and in the weeks prior to christmas had Junior sneaking about the hideout late into the night ensuring nobody was better than him. 

It worked, of course. It always did. You loved anything Melone did for you, because he was your bestest friend. But of course, your love for him couldn't amount to the love you held for the team - even late into the night when the team watched a film together. When Formaggio drank so much he threw up and when Illuso passed out on the couch after one too many wines. As chaotic as they were, you loved them all. 

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oufh can you tell i rushed the ending for this... i needed to post it b4 new year cuz like two days late is fine but once new year passes then its TOO late yk... anyways... if you liked this pls consider reading my fanfic :3 this is a shameless plug i am shamelessly advertising myself

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I'm probably going to do a terrible job of articulating myself here but every time I think about the worldbuilding in Hatoful Boyfriend, I think about the implications of having the birds simply have adopted the structure and policies of human society and go insane.

It's clearly originally just for the ridiculousness of it all for the players, but AGH it explains so much regarding the extremely rampant classism/racism/speciesism and how apparently normalized it is. It also, to me, adds a bit of moral nuance to the Dove - Hawk Party conflict.

(Long post under the cut. I'm so sorry I just kept going.)

First off, I'm obsessed with the concept of the birds becoming sapient and simply... taking over a society that was not structured for them. It leads to difficulties in universe! Bird wings are not made for doing tasks that human hands can do naturally - there's a couple instances where the characters ask for Hiyoko's assistance or express envy since she can just do the task more easily than they can. The birds are outright disadvantaged in certain areas of life, and yet, the society is in such turmoil due to the newness of it all that there still aren't really any workarounds for stuff like this.

Not that there haven't been any suggested solutions, such as the Labor 9 series, put forward initially by the Dove Party. Yeah, you know, that one throwaway line about how the party that up until this point have been the "good guys" wanted to take still semi-conscious human brains and make robotic slaves out of them Cyberman-style? What the hell. And what gets me is that Shuu was able to find the initial proposal, which he really only made tweaks to, which means that the project was at least close to being finished on the conceptual/planning/design phase before somebody went "hey this is a little fucked up actually".

The Dove Party wants peaceful coexistence with the humans, while the Hawk Party wants to eliminate humanity entirely. But we don't really go into how these two lines of thought evolved. I believe I have a suggestion for at least one part of the puzzle though.

Of all the birds in Hatoful, who enjoys the most privileges and the highest status? Fantails, it would seem. A breed of pigeon that is popular as a pet, considered beautiful and sought after, and achieve high accolades in shows and competitions - for clarity's sake, fantails were valuable in human society, and this status appears to have transferred when birds became sapient and took over. Conversely, which birds are ranked lower and often blocked from entering certain higher class places? Rock doves, who, in human society, are given an unfairly bad reputation, and considered anything from unclean and dirty, to nuisances, to pests. Again, this status transferred over when the birds took over.

So, while we don't know too many of the birds who make up the agents of the Dove and Hawk Party, let's take a look at who we do know of.

Fantails (Yuuya, Dove Party) are considered valuable over other doves and pigeons for being specially bred for their striking tail feathers

Cockatiels (Leone, Dove Party) are some of the most popular and beloved companion birds, kept as pets and considered very friendly

Rock doves (Ryuuji, Hawk Party) are considered unclean pests who receive a bad reputation, and are generally not treated with respect or appreciation &lt;;- notable thing to mention here is that Ryuuji actually does like humans - I think he was only Hawk affiliated for the grant money and research facilities, which... fair enough man.

Chukar partridges (Shuu/Isa, Hawk Party) are game birds, specifically bred and released to be killed and eaten, and considered a delicacy

...do you... see what's going on here?

(I haven't mentioned Tohri as he's a special case. Give me a minute and I'll get to him!)

The birds we see in the Dove Party are those birds that were already viewed in a more favourable light by humans, a favourability that transferred over to their new society. Of course they are more likely to advocate for coexistence! They have less to lose, overall. And the Labor 9 series, and how that could've ever been suggested in the first place, suddenly makes a lot of sense. For many of these birds, society the way it exists now benefits them. Some of these high ranking Dove Party folks may be less about actual peace and justice (like Yuuya or Leone) and more about maintaining the current order of things - humans coexisting under their control, while they get to maintain their status... which is itself a product of human invention.

The birds we see in the Hawk Party, by contrast, are looked down on or hunted. Historically, even before bird sapience, they did not have a harmonious relation with humans - and it's likely this status carried over to their new society also, with many of these birds being more likely to have been disenfranchised. Their goal of elimination is therefore reactionary towards perceived threat. After all, the people who suffer when things go wrong aren't the ones at the top - it's all the people who sit at the bottom of the social rung; the vulnerable members of society who do not enjoy the same advantages as others.

Of course, the Hawk Party has built itself up into such a powerful group that they may have lost touch with this starting foundation - the only thing that remains is likely that reactionary fear. After all, people caught up in the actual conflict - Nageki, Hitori, Ryouta, and Hiyoko - see this kind of horrible bloodshed firsthand (firstwing?) and just want it to stop.

Again, it's not usually the people in these political factions who are the ones caught up in their conflict. It's the individuals who lack power or influence.

But that's just the political groups themselves. On an individual level, it's kind of interesting to look at and theorize where along the spectrum our core cast falls based on their species/breed.

Ryouta (rock dove) is actually rather indifferent towards humanity as a whole - he just likes Hiyoko. However, his witnessing of the Heartful House tragedy led him to abhor violence and unnecessary loss of life, and I'd imagine his mother's later illness solidified this. Ryouta doesn't seem overly interested in political struggles or the broader implications of a lot of things - he's actually a rather self-oriented character when it comes down to it (this is not a judgment, nor a bad thing! I love my boy!). Ryouta just doesn't want to lose people, really. A conflict would mean more loss, and rock doves seem to have to struggle enough as is.

Hiyoko (human) is the daughter of two diplomats, but interestingly, we don't get to see much of her political views on things - perhaps because even if she expressed them, it wouldn't really matter - she's not herself a diplomat, and humans are the lowest of the low - her going to a fancy school doesn't really change that. Social-wise, except with her friends, she is tolerated, not accepted. Yet, it's safe to say that Hiyoko strongly disapproves of people who flaunt their status - she's quick to not take crap from Sakuya, to get angry on behalf of Ryouta and herself over the gull clerk's assholery, and also to defend Miru and Kaku as living beings worthy of respect. Interestingly though, she also uses Okosan's status as a fantail to get Ryouta to let go of him and let him do whatever he wants so... it's kind of unclear what her firm beliefs are. Perhaps, as a human, she still values fantails more highly. I don't know honestly. Implicit bias?

Sakuya, Yuuya and Okosan (fantail pigeons) may share the same breed, but their experiences are highly different. Sakuya is largely separate from the human-bird conflict, as he is unlikely to be directly affected by it. As such, a lot of his story and development has to do with actually learning and un-learning about the world outside of the limitations of his "father's" classist views, which he simply mimics without understanding the larger implications. Yuuya and Okosan, on the other hand, may be fantails, but are also looked down on and often treated as inferior - Yuuya for being a "half-breed" and for his reputation, and Okosan for being closer to feral than a lot of other doves. Interestingly, these two show more interest and respect for the individual than Sakuya does, who often makes sweeping generalizations based on status - which makes sense to a degree, as they've been on the receiving end of this kind of treatment, whereas Sakuya hasn't. Okosan believes that each person has their own "wonderful names" (read: identity outside of breed or status), while Yuuya is a genuine fighter for justice who is able to get to the heart of people, especially in Holiday Star. However, even though they have experienced classism, they still have certain privileges with regards to species/race - take Okosan's shock when Hiyoko and Ryouta are barred entry from his favourite store. None of them are quite as out of place in everyday society as some of the other birds here, and it's notable that "diverse" St. Pigeonations still apparently has a significant fantail student population.

Shuu (chukar partridge) is really interesting, as he doesn't particularly care for the politics of the Hawk Party, and yet his role as a killer/hunter of both his fellow birds and humans is an interesting reversal of the chukar being a game bird. Shuu also has a disability (his semi-paralyzed right side) which hinders him in bird society even more than most. His extreme, yet coldly logical solution to kill all humans to stop the fighting between them, could be as much his rationality, as his joy in the sadistic, as a reactionary survivalism (remember he was caught up in a human terrorist attack as a child - while overall he considered this beneficial to him, he also did lose much of his colour vision and the use of his right side, so it did leave him weakened). Shuu attains control by "flipping the script" as it were.

Tohri (golden pheasant) starts out in the Hawk Party, but much like his colleagues, doesn't seem to care much for their politics. Golden pheasants are game birds whose eggs can be eaten, but are more often bred and kept for their plumage - they're not prey, but they're not exactly pets either. All this puts Tohri in this interesting position of being somewhat in the middle of this conflict, and indeed he goes on to be a part of (found?) the Crow Party - an opportunistic group that seeks to benefit from the overall conflict. Golden pheasants are birds intended to be admired for their beauty and intelligence more than anything else, benefitting in some ways from humans without a strong connection or a reliance, and Tohri's opportunism fits nicely with that. (As an aside, our sole crow character, Albert, is also something of an opportunist, being an assassin on the fringes of society.)

Hitori and Kazuaki (button quails) are somewhat interesting. It would be both expected and understandable if Hitori held hatred for humanity after the Heartful House incident, or even before then, considering they were all war orphans. Instead, he doesn't seem to harbour any particular ill-will - he seems totally fine around Hiyoko, and her being a human has nothing to do with his reticence with letting Nageki hang out with her in the shrine universe. Kazuaki, too, doesn't seem to mind Hiyoko being human and isn't afraid of her any more than he is anyone else. While quails are game birds, with both meat and eggs being eaten, button quails are too tiny for that and are mostly kept as pets - they are considered cute, silly, and entertaining, though a bit too jumpy to be outright companion birds. The quails don't seem to experience too much in the way of speciesism (except arguably with the whole mistaken identity of Kazuaki's corpse... there may be a bit of an "all quails look the same" thing going on perhaps). At the very least, they are able to occupy teaching positions at a renowned school as respected intellectuals, and did go to university. Still, it's kind of a known thing that you don't put button quails with bigger, more dominant birds, since larger birds will often pick on them or even outright try to kill them simply because they're small and shy - this may, in hindsight, explain some of Kazuaki's demeanour.

Nageki (mourning dove) and Anghel (luzon bleeding heart dove) are the two who are uncommon bird species in Japan. Nageki is another war orphan, who would be forgiven for harbouring resentment for humanity, but instead is appalled at the violence and made a huge sacrifice to get it to stop. It's kind of unclear how Nageki fits into this society, as mourning doves are not prey or pets - they're wild birds. They live on the outside of the human world, and while Nageki exists within current bird society, he likely doesn't have a designated status within it. Nageki is unfortunately also alienated from much of the action due to his illness and later his untimely death - this is why a lot of Nageki's thoughts are somewhat from an observer's perspective, with his most emotional moments being derived from his rare direct experiences - specifically the Heartful House tragedy and the human killings he was forced into, which solidified a really firm stance of not wanting anyone to suffer like that. Anghel is another outsider, this time genuinely a foreigner, as opposed to Nageki. Again, Luzons are wild birds, not prey or pets, and so it's a bit unclear what his status is. This might explain why Hiyoko repeats Sakuya's remarks towards him without apparently realizing they're actually insults - Anghel is removed enough from the conflict she is familiar with that it seems she doesn't quite... get it. Again, Anghel's role is as this strange kind of omniscient observer, whose perspective is closer to the player's than to the rest of the cast. He definitely frowns on the Hawk Party's overall goal - the Demon Spores are evil to him, and his main objective is to stop them from spreading, as they would cause damage to both birds and humans. I attribute his morals to his mother having raised him right lol. The lack of a clear status for both of them may be why they appear to take the stance of judgment based on individual actions, but are not heavily involved in the conflict itself - while humans tend to like mourning doves and luzons, there isn't much interaction that goes on between them. Nageki and Anghel are simply less embroiled in bird society's human-derived status conflict, which makes them both outsiders and observers.

As a bonus note, Azami, Rabu and Kenzaburou are all species of birds that can be kept as pets (java sparrow, budgie, parakeet), which may account for some of their friendliness towards Hiyoko, and Kenzaburou's willingness to hire her. Kenzaburou is even a bit old-fashioned it seems - he sleeps in a cage, which implies his ancestors were probably pet birds themselves. It's likely he, in particular, has more positive views on humans.

...Please tell me I'm not the only one who spent ages thinking about the implications and workings of a fictional post-apocalyptic bird society. Also I hope this made sense I kind of went off the rails here.

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 15

⚠️ Trigger Warning for angst/whump

❤️💚💜🩷 🚒🧑‍🚒

There was something unnerving about seeing the strongest person she knew, crumpled unconscious on the floor.

Tam found him cocooned around his Grandmother - sleeping soundly like a child who had sought out the comfort of a parent during a storm.

It all seemed so peaceful, but for the obvious devastation peppered over, and around them. And, of course, the glaring fact that Virgil was, indeed, unconscious, and not asleep.

Her heart panged hard, as she finally remembered to breathe, her chest shuddering with the deep inhalation.

The family didn't deserve this - well, most people didn't; but, it went double for the Tracys. It wasn't so much that they put their lives on the line on a daily basis; that debt of gratitude went without saying. It was perhaps the fact that she'd had the privilege of spending time with the family during her training; breaking bread with them in the evenings, sharing new stories she hadn't heard at the firehouse a gazillion-plus times. Somewhere during their training, Phoenix had shed their associate titles and had emerged as friends; which made this rescue so much harder than her average John or Jane Doe.

"Mrs. Tracy?"

"Told yer a thousand times kid; Sally suits me just fine. Mrs.Tracy is reserved for our shareholders, and Brains - who I've given up trying to change.

"Sally," she corrected herself, feeling a sudden warmth fill her face.

"How are you holding up?" Tam scrambled to unpack her medkit.

"I'll be a lot better once this brave idiot is off me. Can't breathe."

Tam paused a moment, and frowned. Virgil's weight was only partially resting on Sally; his body angled in such a manner as not to crush her. She wondered briefly if that had been at all planned on Virgil's part.

"Level with me kid, what are you thinking?"

Tam had a lot of time for Sally; she was brave, kind-hearted and wonderfully feisty - especially given her age, which she guessed was a taboo topic, here on Tracy Island. The woman was also far too sharp-witted to have the wool pulled over her eyes.

She sighed, continuing to work, as she analyzed the scene before her.

"I think the initial impact of your fall may be the real reason behind the pain you have breathing. Virgil's been careful to lie in a way that would not crush you."

"Sure sounds like him. So?"

"So...we need to check for injuries."

There was a confidence in her voice that she did not feel - or rather, she was confident about things; procedures, protocol, her job. But, inwardly, having not one, but numerous people she cared about (more than she perhaps should, given the amount of time she'd actually spent in their company) she'd admit it; this rescue had her shook. Tam buried the feeling deep, and ran the scan.

"How're they doing?"

Tam looked up from the scan to see the youngest Tracy approaching.

"Alan?" Sally's voice rasped out.

"Sally, you have three broken ribs; but as far as I can see, they've not caused any significant injuries to the surrounding area,"

She passed the med-scanner to Alan, who concurred.

"Well, Grandma; I'd say that's earned you a VIP stay in Tracy Island's very own infirmary. Don't worry, I've heard the doctors there are very good-looking!"

"I wasn't aware that Kip was a doctor too!"

"What? Eww! No!"

Grandma's chuckle was instantly switched for a grimace of pain.

Alan gently rescued a hand on her shoulder.

"Hel-p Vir-gil," she breathed.

"Tam's doing just that, Grandma. Penny and myself will look after you. It'll give Tam the space she needs to properly help Virg."

A hover stretcher, followed by a well-spoken lady appeared. And, before-long, Sally, Alan, and the woman - Penny vanished. Tam couldn't exactly say when. Her attention now firmly on the one member of International Rescue who had yet to regain consciousness.

[eretzyisrael]

by Seth J. Frantzman

Hamas knows that an internal debate exists in Israel about holding on to the Philadelphi corridor. It exploits this and uses language that is designed to sow internal discord. For instance, it accuses Israel’s leadership of seeing the corridor as “more important than Israeli captives.” The fact is that it is Hamas that sees this area as more important. It is Hamas that took hostages. It is Hamas that used the border area to become stronger and launch a genocidal attack on Israel. It is Hamas that murdered the hostages.

In Israel, the debate is whether having military units on the corridor route is essential. Some think Israel can return to the area. Others think that monitoring can be done remotely. History shows that generally, this is not the case. After 2005, there was also supposed to be a mechanism to monitor the border. The EU was supposed to have a role. Hamas was able to seize control in 2007 and clamp down on any monitoring. Once Israel left Gaza in 2005, it didn’t want to come back. This is how things have worked in the past, and it’s likely this would be how things happen in the future.

Hamas is arguing that Israel’s demands to control the corridor are new. The fact is that Hamas worked hard to prevent an Israeli operation in Rafah. Back in February and March, it used contacts, likely via Doha, to spread stories about how it needed Israel to pause fighting over Ramadan. Then in March and April, it sought to prevent an operation in Rafah by claiming civilians could not evacuate Rafah.

The US pushed for a maritime humanitarian corridor. Once Hamas had stalled long enough it attacked IDF soldiers in Kerem Shalom. The IDF began the operation in Rafah in early May, having left Khan Younis in April.

This enabled Hamas to shift its forces from Rafah to Khan Younis. Hamas basically already played for time to prevent a Rafah operation. It gained some six months in this respect. Then Hamas demanded that any talks in Doha or Cairo meant that it could keep the corridor. It made sure to cement this in talks that took place up through July. Then Hamas claimed to have accepted this proposal, and claimed Israel was now putting Philadelphi into the mix. However, it is Hamas that has always exploited this area and it is clear from the start that Hamas has wanted to hold onto southern Gaza.

Hamas is now spreading propaganda via media in Iran and Doha that is designed to make it seem that it is Israel that is being stubborn on the issue of the border with Egypt. But the reality is that this is Hamas policy. Hamas insists on control of an area in Gaza that its forces lost control of. The Rafah brigade of Hamas has been defeated. It now wants Israel to return this area for free to Hamas without the State receiving anything.

It then wants Israel to pay for this ground twice if Israel has to return to stop smuggling. This shows the arrogance and privilege of Hamas and its interlocutors who reside in Doha. The Hamas officials in Doha are being told to insist on control of Philadelphi. The IRNA report makes this clear in a roundabout way. It says, “Netanyahu is also facing mounting criticism from Israeli officials and the public over his refusal to accept a truce deal.

[andrevalias-tes]

Meet the Character: Bloodies-His-Face

Report for the Elder Council

Compiled by General Alexus Nipia

Frostfall 7, 2E 583

With sincere regret, I cannot make direct contact with the Elder Council as the 2nd Legion still has the lengthy task of securing Bruma and the surrounding area. May this letter find Councilor Lovidicus and the rest of you well, and may I also commend Chancellor Tharn on securing a temporary truce in the Three Banners War. Whatever brief cessation of hostility it may be, know that the 2nd Legion will use every moment to restore Imperial control in Cyrodiil’s north.

Onto the matter at hand, I received a request to keep track of a former Arena Champion by the name of Bloodies-His-Face. Recently, he attended the Varen Memorial Cup held in Kvatch and then again in the Imperial City (Akatosh speed her recovery). It would please the Council to know he spent time up here in Bruma (as recent as last week), and I personally got reacquainted with the champion.

I’d known of Bloodies-His-Face (Red to his friends, a privilege I had the honour of using but will refrain otherwise to maintain formality in this report) indirectly from my time serving under Varen Aquilarios during the Colovian Revolt. He’d fought in several skirmishes alongside Varen’s personal cohort across the countryside and on the Red Ring Road. He was particularly known for his ferocity when fighting against Emperor Leovic’s army; part of a personal vendetta I later learned.

Before he became an Arena Champion, Bloodies fought in the Coronation Cup held in Leovic’s honour a decade prior. Alongside him were a cohort of Argonian servants whom Leovic had conscripted to fight. Despite his best efforts to train his egg-kin, Bloodies outlived them all and was even forced at arrowpoint by the Emperor to fight the second-last of his kin. For this, he sought revenge and joined Varen’s Rebellion.

When we disposed of Leovic in 2E 577, many of us parted ways. Since then, Bloodies recounted adventures had in Blackwood, Morrowind, and even Skyrim. He had ‘kept busy’, as he told me. The Council, of course, knows that a year later was when the dread Soulburst occurred and the Dark Anchors heralding Molag Bal’s invasion appeared. To recount for the Council: during this time, Bloodies had rallied local Imperial guard and citizenry against the initial wave of Daedra, as well as the treachery of Legion Zero.

From what I understand, Bloodies-His-Face formed the Order of the Sacred Ashes after helping many citizens escape the Imperial Isle six months later. Though a brotherhood of pauper knights initially, it serves to remind the Council that Bloodies and his comrades battled Daedra and the Worm Cult across Tamriel. They even, at times, partook in the Three Banners War. However, he insisted that his knights swear to maintain peace and justice first and foremost over any provincial claim to sovereignty. I hope this would satisfy the Council’s curiosity to his allegiance from the start.

I did not manage to learn more of what he has been up to between then and the Varen Memorial Cup, as he spent most of his time in the region at Fort Dragonclaw. Once again: my deepest apology for not compiling a more recent dossier on the Sekiryu clan, but I can at least inform the Council that it would appear Bloodies-His-Face is deeply affiliated with them. In the least, it can only be beneficial that he is of respected standing among their number as the Council knows that the Sekiryu are descended from the Akaviri who fought Reman at Pale Pass.

In summary, my brief contact with Bloodies-His-Face has informed me well of his character and alliances. I can confidently report to the Council that if we seek the services of Bloodies, his Ashen Knights, or his contacts with the Sekiryu, then it can only mean good things for the Empire. And at such a dire time when our citizenry worry for the future, we could always do with more heroes.

P.S: Bloodies wanted to convey his interest in a position as a General of the Imperial Legion that Varen promised him. I leave that proposition to your discretion.

[sweet-old-hereafter]

aghrhrjdj to the three people who read Primus I AM SO SORRY. I got very distracted with the bridge hug fanart that I neglected to work on the next chapter right after a (sort of ) cliffhanger! Rude of me. Am working on it now, meanwhile please accept these random facts about this bizarre convoluted world I’ve created.

- ‘Fourbounding’ is the term used for when apes propel themselves forward with their knuckles. This is considered low-class and regressive by the Coastals (and some of the higher ranking clans). ‘Knuckle-walker’ is a commonly used insult to refer to another perceived as slow-witted or uneducated.

- The apes speak a unique dialect of English with its own grammatical conventions, such as the lack of contractions and adverbs, as well as frequent article omissions. The use of sign language is regional; the preference for brevity in dialogue doesn’t come from a lack of understanding of complex language, but from the fact it is still physically difficult for apes to speak for long periods of time.

- All of Pacifica is in California. Eagle Clan (officially recognized as ‘Mining Clan’) is a valley in the Sierra Nevada. It’s important to note that the clans don’t necessarily originate in the areas that they currently reside in. When the Coastals sought to round up the ‘sundered’, they would’ve relocated them to the nearest natural resource that could be exploited. The borders were not so strictly defined before the Darkest Chapter (the rebellion). They are now fenced and sometimes patrolled.

- The Appia (aka the Pride of Pacifica) is named after the infamous Appian Way of Ancient Rome. It connects all the clans to the Coastal City, though inter-clan travel is barred save for officially sanctioned duties.

- The equivalent of a passenger train system is the ‘caravans’, salvaged Airstream campers pulled by mules and powered by rechargeable batteries. Each system has one car solely dedicated to preparing food and more than one dedicated to refueling supplies.

- The saltwater batteries are real! They can be made from the casings of regular batteries. They aren’t super efficient but are much less dangerous to manufacture.

- The radios are supplied (and required) by the state, but they’ve been altered to only pick a certain range/ frequency….hmm what was that beeping Mae noticed in chap 3 after Noa started screwing with the radio hghhdhhfhhhhphh.

- Proximus comes from a long line of divine-right rulers who claim not only to be descendants of Caesar but to embody him spiritually. Unlike the areligious Panem, Pacifica is highly faith/superstition based.

- The Coastal apes got into that vault at least a century prior the when the story takes place, hence why the society is much more technologically advanced than what we see in Kingdom.

- That mechanical looking water fountain mentioned in chap two is a clepsydra, or a ‘water clock’.

- In case you didn’t catch it, the dead echo that Noa encounters is the one Mae mentions committed suicide. He was a ‘breaker’, the strongest of the miners. Mae is a ‘fuser’, another class of miners who’s small size is utilized to place explosives in crowded tunnels.

AND some bonus character tidbits:

- Koro (Noa’s father) defeated an invading clan during the Darkest Chapter. The rebellion created a power vacuum that enabled some of the larger clans to overtake the smaller ones. Eagle Clan managed to stay neutral, not siding with the rebels (but they did attempt to enforce their sovereignty). Despite this, the Coastals perceived this defeat as a victory on their side and granted the House of Eagle Sun special privileges post-treaty-of-treason, though they are still subject to the same provisions as the ‘traitor’ clans. Koro is very troubled by his recognition as a war hero, especially since defeating said clan involved killing. He’s now dying of a curable disease called the ‘hectic’, hence all the coughing.

- Soona and Anaya are from a lower class than Noa’s family. As they age into adults this rift becomes more obvious (and uncomfortable). Noa recognizes the narrative transpiring between the two without him and this stirs some confusing feelings….(yeah I am on a soonaya kick they’re prolly gonna kiss on the mouth)

- Noa has dyspraxia. His clumsy-ness is alluded to in Kingdom but will become increasingly relevant in this story. From a young age he’s been prone to neurosis (the reoccurring nightmares, the desire to up and leave the clan) despite his relatively comfortable lifestyle. His emotional intelligence and empathy has allowed him to realize the full scope of the cruelty of the system he exists within, yet he has to actively resist these thoughts because he knows he’ll go mad. Sure hope this isn’t used against him…

- Raka’s partner has been dead for a long time, but Raka suppresses the urge to grow flanges by keeping a photograph of him by his side wherever he goes. He sleeps with it. :(

- Mae has secrets upon secrets. That’s all I gotta say there.

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

One of my transformers au (I still haven't gotten a name for it) minicons stuff

Putting a lot of details (and headcanons) for the minicons so here we go! Gotta start with the torpedoes then the buzzsaws (maybe even the weaponizers and the cyclones)

So here are bits for the torpedoes

All torpedoes are arthropods, they came from one of the seas on Cybertron (probably the Mithril sea or the Argon sea)

They're physically strong in dense atmospheres (it's like swimming to them)

They're more animalistic compared to Buzzsaws and Weaponizers

A majority of them migrated to the cities, no one knows why

They're like dogs, and the Buzzsaws are like cats, they're both opposites

When it comes to scars, the spot where the damage is at gets lighter

The Buzzsaws

They're like cats, a lot of them are strays on the streets

Since their appearance is similar to larger bots (and well they're pretty and adorable), they (and the weaponizers ) get more attention than torpedoes and cyclones, the buzzsaws get more privilege than them

The buzzsaws and Weaponizers are on decent friendly terms, but it's kinda close to frenemies territory

When they get scars, the spot gets darker

But they have one thing in common

They hate each other!

Okay now onto the four minicons!

On Divebomb and Airazor's side

Divebomb's group were one of the first few to migrate to the cities. They had a time trying to fit in, very few knew how shanix were valuable. At some point, one of the members of the group decided to bring in a circus! Over time, more and more fellow sea dwelling bots joined in to be a part of the family.

Divebomb was tasked to be a clown, it's humiliating, but it's a decent paying job. He did get bored with the job and he decided to head off to find a better job. it didn't go so well with him, no one would want him.

He decided to use almost all of his leftover shanix to modify himself, he thought that maybe if he looks different it would work. After getting modified to look more draconic, he sought out for a job again, where he met Fracture, a rookie bounty hunter, on the streets, who just let his bounty go by accident. Fracture was surprised to meet a unique looking torpedo, if only he knew.

Divebomb knew he's a torpedo and Fracture is a land vehicle (and their partnership is highly incompatible), but he still offered to help out. After their first bounty hunt together, they were successful! Fracture shared an equal amount of the payment to Divebomb, which convinced him to work with Fracture for real.

At some point in their bounty hunting, they were in the desert, they saw something at a distance and investigated it and sure enough, it was Airazor. This confuses Divebomb since torpedoes usually stay in cooler areas, not a desert. They both feel bad for the Lost and confused Airazor, so they brought him in!

Fracture doesn't know much about minicons, all he knows is just feed them and take care of them that's it. So Divebomb decided to be Airazor's older brother and do most of the work.

At some point, they met Drift and his minicons on a bounty hunt and they've been rivaling ever since. Though Divebomb does get tired of this and so is Slipstream.

On earth, after their tussle with Drift and his minicons, Steeljaw met Fracture, offered a false promise to him, and now they're stuck with the pack. Airazor doesn't mind that much, but Divebomb was furious inside. They're not getting paid, he knows Steeljaw doesn't have shanix, they're never getting paid! Steeljaw's pack are fully aware that Divebomb is indeed just a regular torpedo who pretends to be a dragon.

On Slipstream and Jetstorm's side

It's similar to some of the shorts.

After Slipstream gets robbed by a Cyclone, he really wants to find something to replace his precious ball bearing by stealing anything shiny. The folks in Serenity Yard caught wind of this and exiled Slipstream out.

Now on the streets, Slipstream does what he's best at, more stealing. Shadow Raker saw him stealing things on the streets, he took an interest in him and offered him shelter. Slipstream gladly accepts. After some time, Slipstream saw someone, Jetstorm trying to steal something and ultimately failed. Slipstream rushes in to save him, they nearly get caught.

After they get to a safe alley, Jetstorm repeatedly thanks him, Slipstream doesn't care that much. Jetstorm admitted that he's homeless and begs Slipstream to help him out. Slipstream has no idea what to do, so the only thing he did was bring him to Shadow Raker. Where they would be trained to be skilled thieves.

After Drift saves them from Shadow Raker, they begin job hunting and bounty hunting seems to be a decent choice, of course they met Fracture's group at one point.

On earth, Slipstream and Jetstorm seem to have a better outlook on their lives, even Slipstream appreciates earth's "Anime", Jetstorm still doesn't get it.

Some Divestream stuff (Divebomb X Slipstream)

When they first met, Divebomb was intrigued by Slipstreams weapon, it reminded him of the fire dancers back at the circus

Divebomb tried to flirt with Slipstream, it was "Hey, are you a thief? Cause you stole something from me" which offended Slipstream, he said he doesn't even know what he stole from Divebomb, which kinda upsets DB

Overtime they grew so tired of fighting, they actually sat down and rested right next to each other

Slipstream doesn't mind Divebomb's weird noises

They would sneak out to chill with each other

Okay that's all I got, I'll do more at some point in the future

[loosesodamarble]

Welcome to the Black Bird Part 3: Johnathan the Paragon

Summary: Introducing William as Johnathan, the paragon of gentlemanly grace from the Black Bird. Genre: general Word count: ~800 A/N: The character art for William was done by @cringeyvanillamilk.

..........

“You have nothing to worry about now, son,” his father said as he patted his shoulder. “Your future’s been secured.”

“Consider yourself lucky to have this privilege,” his step-mother added with a cordial smile.

“And what if I want to do something else with my life?” he had dared to ask once.

After asking that, his father sighed and shook his head. His step-mother stopped grinning.

“Don’t be so selfish, William. After everything we’ve done for you, doing what we ask is the least you can do to repay us.”

But they hadn’t asked and they never did end up asking anything of him.

Maybe they would’ve asked “where have you been?” or “won’t you come home?” if they crossed paths again. William doubted that though. Knowing them, they probably would’ve demanded he return home and follow orders again.

One day, someone did ask him a question though.

It was when William found himself short on money to pay for a meal. He had been close to panicking about how he’d pay when a voice called out.

“Would you let me cover your bill for you?” It was a question to be sure. But the older gentleman with purple eyes and blond hair from the next table had extended an offer rather than made a request. “You’ll have to wait for me to finish my meal though, if you don’t mind.”

“S-sure…”

“Come, sit with me until I’m ready to pay! Oh, and I’m Mr. Novachrono, just so you know!”

…..

William wove between tables with practiced ease. He had the dining room layout—the fourth version of it at that point—memorized and understood how her coworkers moved through the area. Just as he was about to pass behind a customer’s chair, he caught the slightest movement of the man shifting to stand.

Immediately, William came to a stop. And just in time as the man stood and turned to walk in William’s direction.

“Gah!” the customer yelped, not too loud though. “J-jeez, I—”

“Apologies for the surprise, good sir,” William said with a nod of his head. A full bow being impossible with the tray he carried. “I was en route to my mistresses’ table, just past you and your party of folks. If I may?” He gestured his head forward.

The man shuffled to the side and William glided past him with a smile and soft “thank you.”

William reached his table without further issue. As he served his patrons, the pair of ladies at the table giggled.

“Perfect delivery as always, Johnathan,” the fairer haired of the two commented.

“For the sake of my lovely masters, I fore’er stride towards the greatest heights of service,” William responded. He noticed their tea cups were both running empty. “Shall I refill your tea?”

“Oh please do!” the other woman, with red-brown hair, squealed and clapped her hands.

William grinned and picked up the teapot placed at the table’s center.

“The dark auburn hue of this tea. How reminiscent of your own hair, my lady fair,” William said as he poured out the drink. A rosy blush colored the woman’s face.

“A poet as always,” said the lighter haired woman. “How do you do it so easily?”

William fell silent. He set down the tea pot.

“How… Simply put, I wish to fill the world with kind, beautiful words,” was his answer, a soft grin coming to his face. And his response got admiring sighs from his customers.

Kind, beautiful words… What William once sought in the past…

…..

Poultry of Grandeur. On the surface, the dish appeared simple but there was a depth and elegance to it that many customers enjoyed.

Chicken, though considered a simple protein, could be turned into something gourmet with proper preparation and ingredients. William wanted to show that through the dish he added to the cafe’s menu. He had a carefully chosen blend of herbs and spices that he rubbed onto chicken breasts and added into a cheese blend. The cheese and a handful of diced vegetables—which changed seasonally—would be stuffed into the chicken. Finally, it was all cooked via oven baking and pan searing.

William took pride in the complexity and refinement of his dish. It was indeed a perfect match for his distinguished persona at the cafe.

Coincidentally, it was also a perfect contrast to the reckless and messy person he once was.

Thankfully, he’d been able to turn things around and become the man he was in the present. Careful, put together, and in control. He never thought he’d come so far. But he knew that there was still more growing he could do.

When that would happen and why, was something he wasn’t considering though.

For now, he had tables to serve.

.....

[anestofocs]

Muse Profile: Hehachi Mishima

The heartless King of Iron

Basic Details:

Name: Mishima Heihachi

Age: 76

Title:  The King of Iron Fist

Fighting Style: Mishima-Ryu

Gender: Male

Occupation: CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu?

Faith: Claims to follow Buddhism

Birthday: June 10th

Likes:  Kuma, his daughter, world domination, Kazumi, collecting Geta, mediation, his mother, animals, Ling Xiaoyu, Panda

Dislikes: His sons, his grandson,weakness, the Hachijo clan, being perceived as weak, his father, Ling Xiaoyu, Leory Smith, Akuma.

Appearance Details:

Hair colour: Grey

Eye colour: Brown

Skintone: Pale

Height: 179 cm (5′10½″)

Weight: 88kg

Country of Origin: Japan, probably

Ethnicity:  Japanese

Nationality: Denied

Deeper Details:

Personality:

To the public he is an eccentric philanthropist who is always having to run damage control due to the actions of his family An honourable soul who sends his private militia to aid in devastated areas who seeks nothing more then world peace. Just like his dear old dad. To everyone including the public after world war broke out however he is a wicked, heartless man who views everyone else to be beneath him. Tools to be thrown away when done with at best. Enemies to be slaughtered at worst. Heihachi is a warmonger who desires nothing more than the world under his iron fisted rule. 

Even his own family are not safe from him. 

Bio:

Heihachi was born privileged. Son of the Legendary Jinpachi Mishima and heir to his company. Heihachi had everything a person could want. Even if the then Mishima Heavy Industries wasn’t a world wide name.Yet this was ever enough. Heihachi bristled under his father’s  humility and desire for peace after the second world war. Not understanding why his father would have any shame for the creation of the weapons that gave them their wealth.

Yet there was one person who drove back his more destructive impulses. Kazumi Hachijo. His rival and soulmate. She brought out the hidden goodness in Heihachi from the moment she stepped inside the dojo and sought Jimpachi’s tutelage. But not even she and their son were enough to curb Heihachi’s avarice. He pulled a hostile coup against his own father and when Jimpachi tried to fight back for control.  Tricked, imprisoned and starved the noble soul under their ancestral temple, Hon Maru.

Angered and disturbed by her husband’s evil and foreseeing the world's devastation should he continue feeding his lust for power. Kazumi, in sorrow, was forced to fight and try to murder her beloved husband. Revealing her true devilish power. But it wasn’t enough. With only a single tear. Heihachi murdered his wife.

After throwing their son off a cliff after a cruel beatdown. Heihachi would spend the next decades abusing both  Kazuya and a young Chinese orphan. Creating a cycle of conflict and death that would result in the very thing Kazumi had tried to stop.

Now, having lost to his son. Heihachi plots in secret to reclaim his throne.

[lennonleigh]

character name: lennon leigh reid

birthday: september 19th, 1999

gender / pronouns: cis woman, she/her

hometown: central park south, new york city

sexual orientation: bisexual / biromantic

residential area: starlight cove

occupation: fashion designer, founder of lenlei

length of time in starlight oaks: two months

positive traits: ambitious, resourceful, hardworking

negative traits: restless, impatient, stubborn

faceclaim: kaia gerber

BIOGRAPHY —

lennon was brought into a life of privilege, born to actor robert reid and celebrity makeup artist alissa taylor. her parents never married and just a year after the birth of their daughter, they separated. the majority of her childhood was spent in new york city with her mother, while the other half she spent on movie sets with her father in los angeles. her bicoastal lifestyle was something she adjusted to fairly easily but she would always consider new york her home, no matter how much she loved the serenity of the beach and being close to the water.

it was during the long hours spent with her mother at photoshoots and fashion weeks, where lennon got to observe what would become her passion in life. watching models on the runway, on and off camera, actresses on the red carpet, adorned in the most beautiful and bizarre creations, she found herself immersed in the world of fashion. as a teenager, she began to sketch, creating a portfolio of different designs that would become the first of many. she also scrapbooked as part of her research, collecting magazines and journals, textiles, fabrics. on her sixteenth birthday, lennon only asked for one present: a sewing machine.

from sophomore year until senior year of high school, lennon designed every costume for the theatre club, as well as made custom home and away uniforms for the cheer squad. every second of her time that she wasn't studying, she was sewing, crafting, creating. although she had several opportunities to meet designers, fashion icons and moguls in the industry, lennon wanted to remain anonymous. her status as the daughter of robert reid was never the factor she wanted to be the reason for her success, no matter how easy it could have been for her. after high school, she applied to the fashion institute of technology, where she was accepted and welcomed instantly. she couldn't escape nepotism entirely, no matter how much she wished she could.

in those formative years, lennon learned so much, not just about the fashion industry but about herself. she fell in love with a girl, her newfound sexuality leading to a brand new burst of creative expression. the relationship was short-lived however, her lover leaving to study abroad and choosing to stay there. it was also her first taste of heartbreak which she soon learned had the ability to fuel a whole other kind of productivity and creativity. after graduating, lennon wanted to jump into the world of work and so, she acquired the help of her mom, the owner of her own cosmetic company, to help her launch her first business venture.

lennon worked quietly behind the scenes for a year after she graduated, bringing 'lenlei' to life on the pages of a new portfolio that she kept close to her heart, building her brand from the ground up. during this time, she also got the opportunity to shadow jacqueline durran on the set of barbie. it was a dream come true. one that she admittedly had her father to thank for. lennon rarely sought his help but there was no way she could pass up on the experience of a lifetime. while working with jacqueline, lennon kept a close eye on one of her other heroes in the industry, amara washington. a woman whose work she'd followed closely since she was fifteen years old.

she respected amara not just for her work ethic but for being one of the most impactful, influential female entrepreneurs of her generation. ororo was a brand that featured in her scrapbooks as a teenager and when amara made the move to new york city, lennon didn't ever miss a runway show. the young designer's self named brand lenlei was crafted with a similar vision to those who'd come before her, with an added twist and a slight risk --- she wanted it to be a success but for it to be inclusive and accessible to all. casual wear, androgynous fashion, for women, men and nonbinary individuals. lenlei represented originality, authenticity and comfort. launched online in 2023, her range sold out and lennon earned a spot in forbes' 30 under 30.

fast forward to the present day, lennon's move to starlight oaks, (amara washington's very own hometown) was led by the success of her growing company. signing a contract with an independent clothing store, above the clouds, proved to be a new and exciting step forward. with the presence of amara in town, she's also hoping for the opportunity to learn from her in a setting that's more relaxed, away from the bustling city lights that they're used to. securing a retail space to sell her clothing line while working behind the scenes to bring her own boutique to life, lennon is hopeful that the small town will unlock bigger dreams, new hopes and fresh beginnings.

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS —

coming soon !

[nicoregis]

Overwatch Legacy Challenge

I don't post. but i did this for me and think would be cool to share

Overwatch Legacy Challenge

based on overwatch characters, I will be updating this as they release new characters [NOT COMPLETED YET!]

The gender of the sims doesn't have to be the same for the original characters.

No rules for you to follow, play how you want. I recommend avoiding using cheats but do what you want

Generation 1: Winston

"Imagination is the essence of discovery.”

You are a kind and dedicated person with a brilliant mind, and you want to use it to change the world. You have many friends and enjoy keeping them close. Maintaining this lifestyle is challenging, and you often feel stressed, but you keep your head held high. Amid the complications of life, you met your partner at work (you can change your partner's career after you marry or move in together) and decided to have as many children as possible! (?)

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Traits: Good, Genius, Outgoing

Skills: Charisma, Logic, Programming, and Robotics

Career: Scientist (Get to Work)

Goals:

Start in the Scientist career and reach level 10.

Build strong friendships with at least 5 Sims.

Fall in love with a coworker and get married.

Have at least 3 children.

Max all assigned skills.

Generation 2: Tracer

"Cheers, love! The cavalry’s here!"

Born into a household brimming with love, you’ve always been bright-eyed and full of energy. You’re naturally charismatic, effortlessly drawing others to your sunny personality. Adventure calls you at every turn—you can’t stay in one place for too long. Your life is filled with thrilling experiences and bold decisions, though sometimes your impulsivity lands you in trouble. Despite this, you stay loyal to your friends and family, using your boundless energy to lift them up when they need you most.

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Traits: Cheerful, Active, Outgoing

Career: Athlete (Bodybuilder track) or Entertainer (Comedian track)

Skills to max: Fitness, Comedy, Charisma

Goals:

Join the Athlete or Entertainer career and reach level 10.

Complete the Friend of the World aspiration.

Always jog to clear your mind when sad.

Have a whirlwind romance, but only settle down after reaching the top of your career.

Always go on vacation in Holidays

Generation 3: Mercy

"Heroes never die."

Growing up, you felt a deep calling to help others. Whether it was healing a scraped knee or comforting a friend in need, your compassionate heart set you apart. Despite your desire to live a peaceful life, you’re drawn to high-pressure situations where your talents can shine. You push yourself to the limit, working tirelessly to perfect your craft. Even when the world seems dark, you maintain hope and seek to inspire others. Your relationships are vital, but balancing them with your demanding career can be a challenge.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: Good, Perfectionist, Family-Oriented

Career: Doctor (Get to Work)

Skills to max: Wellness, Logic, Charisma

Goals:

Become a Doctor and reach level 10.

Always respond to calls with the positive answer 

Adopt or have at least one child and prioritize family time.

Build a private Wellness area at home for meditation and relaxation.

Be a community pillar — go to charity events every week.

Generation 4: Genji

"Even if I sacrifice my body, I will never sacrifice my honor."

Born into privilege, you always felt the weight of high expectations. As a rebellious teenager, you rejected your family’s ideals and sought a life of independence, only to face tragedy that changed your life forever. The aftermath forced you to reflect and rebuild, both physically and emotionally. Over time, you discovered inner peace and a new purpose, blending your past with a brighter, more harmonious future. Despite your struggles, you remain deeply loyal to those you love.

Aspiration: Live Fast(as a teen) Inner Peace (as an young adult)

Traits: Self-Assured, Loner, Loves Outdoors

Career: Freelancer (Writer or Artist track)

Skills to max: Fitness, Painting, Meditation (Wellness)

Goals:

Have a rebellious teen phase where you cause chaos (e.g., pranks or skipping school).

Move out as a young adult and live alone for a while.

Complete the Inner Peace aspiration and find your Zen.

Rebuild your relationship with family after reaching adulthood.

Mentor your children Sim to continue your legacy.

Generation 5: Reaper

"Death walks among you."

As a child, you felt overshadowed by others, yearning for recognition and control. Life has hardened you, and past betrayals left you bitter and vengeful. You seek power, willing to take extreme measures to achieve your goals. You’re a lone wolf, mistrusting others and prioritizing your own survival above all else. Deep down, however, there’s a part of you that longs for redemption and connection.

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Hot-Headed, Ambitious, Loner

Career: Criminal (Boss track)

Skills to max: Fitness, Mischief, Handiness

Goals:

Become the top criminal mastermind by reaching level 10 in the Boss career.

Hold a grudge against one sibling your entire life.

Have your heart broken when a teenager.

Build a secret basement for “business” purposes.

Attempt to repair one significant relationship late in life.

Generation 6: D.Va

"I play to win!"

Growing up, you were always in the spotlight. Whether it was excelling in school, dominating video games, or becoming a social media icon, you thrived on attention and achievement. You’re confident and competitive, always striving to be the best. Despite your fame, you have a fun, playful side and enjoy using your platform to bring happiness to others.

Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity (Get Famous)

Traits: Self-Assured, Geek, Ambitious

Career: Social Media (Internet Personality) or Streamer (High School Years)

Skills to max: Video Gaming, Charisma, Media Production

Goals:

Build a streaming career and become a five-star celebrity.

Always keep a positive public image.

Own at least one gaming setup worth §10,000.

Throw regular fan meet-and-greets.

Use your fame to raise money for charity.

Here’s the continuation of the Sims 4 Overwatch Generational Challenge, including the rest of the characters! Each generation is inspired by their personalities, backgrounds, and themes.

Generation 7: Soldier: 76

"We’re all soldiers now."

You’ve always been disciplined and driven, guided by a strong sense of duty. In your youth, you were a natural leader, rallying others to work toward a common goal. However, life took its toll, and betrayal left you disillusioned. Now, you carry the weight of your past while striving to protect those who can’t protect themselves. Even as your trust in others falters, your sense of justice remains unshaken.

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante (Growing Together)

Traits: Perfectionist, Active, Paranoid

Career: Military (StrangerVille)

Skills to max: Fitness, Handiness, Logic

Goals:

Reach level 10 in the Military career.

Build a home gym and spend at least 4 hours per week working out.

Help at least 5 Sims in need by giving advice or providing resources.

Have a strained relationship with a former best friend but reconcile before your elder years.

Mentor your children to develop their fitness or logic skills.

Generation 8: Zarya

(sorry I wasn't really all inspired for this one)

"Together, we are strong."

Born in a small town, you’ve always been proud of your roots and the people around you. Your strength isn’t just physical—it’s emotional and mental as well. You’re fiercely protective of your loved ones and community, willing to sacrifice your own ambitions for their well-being. Despite hardships, you remain optimistic and inspire others to stay strong.

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Traits: Active, Loyal, Outgoing

Career: Athlete (Bodybuilder track)

Skills to max: Fitness, Wellness, Charisma

Goals:

Volunteer regularly as a family to give back to the community.

Maintain at least 3 close friendships throughout your life.

Stay fit into your elder years.

Generation 9: Mei

"Our world is worth fighting for."

You’ve always felt a deep connection to nature and the environment. While others see obstacles, you see opportunities to innovate and protect what matters. Though you sometimes feel out of place in the modern world, your resilience and optimism keep you going. You’re a little quirky and love finding joy in small, simple things.

Aspiration: Eco Innovator (Eco Lifestyle)

Traits: Cheerful, Green Fiend, Genius

Career: Conservationist (Island Living)

Skills to max: Logic, Gardening, Programming

Goals:

Max the Conservationist career and earn the Eco footprint to Green.

Build a greenhouse and grow at least 10 perfect-quality plants.

Adopt a small pet (cat or dog) and name them after a weather element.

Host seasonal family gatherings that should always happen outside.

Never let a friendship fade—maintain strong bonds throughout your life.

Generation 10: Hanzo

"With every death comes honor. With honor, redemption."

Born into a family with a legacy of high expectations, you’ve carried the burden of tradition your entire life. As a young adult, a fateful mistake caused a rift with your sibling, leaving you consumed by guilt. You spent years in solitude, honing your skills and seeking redemption. Now, you strive to repair your relationships and find peace within yourself, all while maintaining your strong sense of honor.

Aspiration: Inner Peace (Spa Day)

Traits: Ambitious, Brooding, Proper

Career: Freelancer (Artist or Writer track)

Skills to max: Fitness , Meditation (Wellness), Logic

Goals:

Rebuild your relationship with a sibling or childhood friend you hurt.

Spend your young adulthood in solitude (live alone and avoid romance).

Complete the Inner Peace aspiration to find personal balance.

Build a Zen garden and use it for daily meditation.

Mentor your children later in life, passing down your wisdom.

Don’t have any biological child, you have to adopt

Generation 11: Junkrat

"Time to get explosive!"

Life has always been chaotic for you, and you thrive on the thrill of destruction and mayhem. You’re mischievous, unpredictable, and a little unhinged, but your quirky personality makes you oddly endearing. Though you often get into trouble, you have a heart of gold buried beneath the madness, and your closest friends see the good in you.

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Traits: Erratic, Goofball, Kleptomaniac

Career: Criminal (Oracle track)

Skills to max: Mischief, Handiness, Rocket Science

Goals:

Build and launch a rocket ship, naming it after a weapon.

Steal at least one item per week to fuel your “hobbies.”

Cause chaos by performing mischievous interactions with Sims daily.

Live in a cluttered house with items you’ve stolen or crafted.

Have one best friend who’s just as eccentric as you.

Generation 12: Lucio

"Let's break it down!"

You’ve always been the heart and soul of every party, spreading positivity wherever you go. Music is your passion, and you use it to inspire and uplift those around you. Though your journey hasn’t always been easy, your unwavering optimism keeps you moving forward. You believe in using your platform to fight for justice and make the world a better place.

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Traits: Outgoing, Music Lover, Cheerful

Career: Entertainer (Musician track)

Skills to max: DJ Mixing, Charisma, Guitar

Goals:

Throw a dance party every weekend.

Donate to charity weekly.

Max the Entertainer career and become a global icon..

Live in a modern, colorful home inspired by your vibrant personality. (pls make it inspired in brazilian homes) 

Must like the carnaval beats music!

Generation 13: Ana

"Never stop fighting for what you believe in."

As a protector and leader, you’ve dedicated your life to keeping others safe. While you are often wise and nurturing, your strong will can make you stubborn. Your journey hasn’t been without loss, and the weight of your sacrifices sometimes pulls you down. Despite this, you remain determined to protect and guide the next generation, ensuring your child carries on your legacy.

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Traits: Family-Oriented, Good, Ambitious

Career: Secret Agent (Diamond Agent track)

Skills to max: Fitness, Logic, Parenting

Goals:

Max the Secret Agent career and become a legendary figure in your field.

Raise at least one child who will take over your legacy.

Have a strained relationship with your child during their teenage years due to your demanding career but reconcile as adults.

Generation 14: Pharah

"I will protect the innocent."

You’ve always looked up to your family’s legacy, determined to make them proud. A natural leader, you take your responsibilities seriously and are deeply committed to justice. While you thrive on structure and order, your journey teaches you the importance of balancing work with personal relationships and learning to stand on your own two feet.

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Traits: Self-Assured, Loyal, Ambitious

Career: Military (Officer track)

Skills to max: Fitness, Rocket Science, Logic

Goals:

Build a rocket ship and explore space regularly.

Create a strong relationship with a parent or mentor and live up to their expectations.

Protect your loved ones by becoming the “defender” in the household (resolve fights or defend them in arguments).

Reach level 10 in the Astronaut career and become a public figure.

Find love with a fellow “hero” (someone in a similar career or aspiration).

Generation 15: Sombra

"Everything can be hacked, and everyone."

A brilliant mind with a mysterious past, you’ve always been fascinated by secrets and uncovering the truth. You’re incredibly resourceful and cunning, often staying one step ahead of others. While your trust in people is limited, you know how to use your charm to get what you want. Deep down, you wish for connection but struggle to let others in.

Aspiration: Master Vampire or Chief of Mischief

Traits: Ambitious, Genius, Noncommittal

Career: Tech Guru (Start-Up Entrepreneur track)

Skills to max: Programming, Mischief, Charisma

Goals:

Hack every week.

Maintain multiple romantic relationships simultaneously but never marry.

Earn at least §100,000 through programming or side hustles.

Live in a sleek, futuristic home filled with technology.

Befriend one “enemy” Sim and turn them into a loyal ally.

Generation 16: Bastion

"Bweep! Bwoop."

You’ve always been a bit different from others, preferring solitude and quiet to the bustling noise of society. You find comfort in nature and peace in routines. People don’t always understand you, but you don’t mind—you’re content with your small circle of connections and the beauty of the world around you.

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Traits: Loner, Loves Outdoors, Neat

Career: Gardener (Botanist track)

Skills to max: Gardening, Handiness, Logic

Goals:

Build a home surrounded by greenery and grow at least 15 perfect-quality plants.

Befriend one animal (cat, dog, or chicken) and consider them your best friend.

Create a self-sustaining eco-home (solar panels, water collectors, etc.).

Form a strong bond with one Sim but remain distant from larger social circles.

Generation 17: Zenyatta

"True self is without form."

You are calm, introspective, and spiritual, always seeking balance in life. While others are quick to anger, you find peace in reflection and understanding. You strive to help those around you, offering guidance and support wherever it’s needed. Though you often put others first, you also learn the importance of caring for yourself.

Aspiration: Inner Peace (Spa Day)

Traits: Cheerful, Good, Outgoing

Career: Self-Employed (writer only self help books)

Skills to max: Wellness, Charisma, Logic

Goals:

Build a meditation studio in your home and use it daily.

Form friendships with Sims of all walks of life.

Avoid conflicts whenever possible and help others resolve theirs.

Achieve the Inner Peace aspiration and write a book about your journey.

Generation 18: Orisa

"Your safety is my primary concern."

You were created (or raised) to be a protector, and nothing matters more to you than the safety and happiness of others. While you may not always understand human emotions, your kindness and unwavering loyalty shine through. You’re thoughtful and methodical, always planning ahead to avoid mistakes. Though you’re more comfortable in structured environments, you learn to adapt and embrace creativity.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: Loyal, Genius, Perfectionist

Career: Engineer (Eco Lifestyle)

Skills to max: Robotics, Programming, Logic

Goals:

Build and maintain at least one robot companion.

Reach level 10 in the Engineer career.

Regularly help others fix broken items or troubleshoot problems.

[aquadestinyswriting]

Kar'ak Ungor/Wyrmholme

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday everyone. Given that I've been diving into Fangthane's sordid history recently, I thought I'd write up a post about Wyrmholme since the history of this volcano is inextricably tied to that of Fangthane.

tags: @druidx, @asher-orion-writes, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @writeblrsupport, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds

The volcanic mountain, known today as Wyrmholme, is located in the far northwest of Allansia, located among the rolling hills and plains near the coast of the Bay of Corpses. The name the mountain currently goes by is a recent one; the original name of the dwarven hold that once thrived there was Kar’ak Ungor.

Early History

Kar’ak Ungor, known in Common as the Red Mountain, was one of the original eight Great Holds created not long after the dwarves were created by Throff. The mountain was named for its constant flow of lava and the rich deposits of iron ore found in and around the area. The dwarves settled the area around the mountain in order to mine the rich deposits of minerals there, and later settled the mountain proper to use the lava to create great forges for smithing. The tools and weapons created there were among the most sought-after in Allansia due to their durability and the Hold prospered for millennia because of this.

It is not known who the original leaders of the Hold were – that is knowledge long lost to the deprivations of time – however when the Holds became Kingdoms, the Redhammer clan had the honour and privilege of becoming the Kar’ak Ungor royal line. From what scant records remain of the early history of the Hold, this was because the Redhammer line was the only clan that carried the Blessing of Throff; the ability to mould and shape God Clay, the substance that Throff Herself had used to create, not only the world, but the dwarves themselves.

Why, exactly, the Blessing was granted is a tale long lost to time, but it is believed to have been due to one of Throff’s earliest clerics attempts to save the young world from destruction at the hands of Death, Disease and Decay; the 3 High Dark Lords, who were imprisoned in the Void by the Gods following the first God War. Scholars theorise that the Blessing was granted to allow this cleric to fully and permanently Seal off the portal the Dark Lords had used to gain access to the fledgling world. Some legends state that not all of the God Clay given to this cleric was used and that the rest was sealed deep beneath the Hold, to be used only in the most dire of circumstances. It should be noted, however, that at least two artefacts, now held in the vaults of Fangthane’s Cathedral of Kherillim, were created from God Clay. Why they were created is unknown, though it is noted that the clay dust still has some residual creation magic within it (see the article ‘Information about Shaping’ for more information about the properties of God Clay), the use of which was used to identify the most recent known Shaper to exist on Titan.

When Fangthane was first established and the Goldseeker line learned of this unique ability, they reached out to the Redhammers to unite their houses as the Goldseekers had an unusually high number of Stonespeakers in their own line and felt that the union could be mutually beneficial to both kingdoms. The Redhammers readily agreed and the two kingdoms created a strong union that allowed their people to spread across the entire breadth of Allansia.

The War of the Red Hammer

It is not known exactly when Moradin, and others of his ilk, arrived on Titan, but their influence has been noted in some dwarven and elvish records as far back as 8-9,000 years ago. Throff remained the main object of worship in dwarven society until some point around 5,000 years ago when the worship of Moradin as the main patron deity of the dwarves began to become more common, spreading mainly from Fangthane throughout the rest of the dwarven kingdoms. Kar’ak Ungor, and thereby the Redhammers, remained staunch Throffites, refusing to turn their worship to a being they perceived as an Outsider. Given the legends around how the first Shaper was Blessed by Throff, one can understand their position. Moradin was alien to Titan, who was to say He wouldn’t turn on the people that now considered him their patron? This strained the relationship between Fangthane and Kar’ak Ungor, though the relationship remained cordial for several centuries after this point. However, at some point around 3,500 years ago, rumours spread to Fangthane that the dwarves of Kar’ak Ungor had turned their worship to another. The rumours were not substantiated for several years, but eventually it was discovered that the dwarves of that ancient hold, the royal line included, had been seduced by Ladeurger, the dwarven deity of torture and slavery. As Ladeurger was believed to be a God most Evil by the Moradhir, the dwarves of Fangthane attempted to reason with their cousins and set about rooting out any and all infiltrators spreading the word of the Enslaver from their own kingdom. Kar’ak Ungor immediately retaliated by publicly executing any and all Moradhir they discovered in their own kingdom. Both kingdoms declared official Grudges upon each other and cut off all contact. Thus began the brutal and bloody War of the Red Hammer.

Records from Fangthane state that the war went on for around one hundred and fifty years, with Fangthane losing around 30% of its population at the time. Any and all records of the war from Kar’ak Ungor’s perspective have long since been lost; whether this was because of the humiliation of the leadership, or due to other matters that occurred later, is not known. All that is known for certain is that, at some point near the war’s end, Throff removed her presence from Kar’ak Ungor and her Blessing of the mountain’s people, thereby allowing Ladeurger total control of the dwarven people of that kingdom. In Her wrath and grief, Throff Cursed those who had once been Her Chosen, thus turning the entire population of Kar’ak Ungor and its surrounding territory into the Duregar that now populate the area.

The Fall of Kar’ak Ungor and the Rise of Wyrmholme

Very few records remain of what happened to the newly cursed Duregar population of Kar’ak Ungor following the end of the War of the Red Hammer. Fangthane, having cut all ties with its former Sister Hold, did not bother to keep any records, and those that might have existed within Kar’ak Ungor itself were lost when the ancient wyrm known as Drakemar took the hold over.

All that is known of the fall of Kar’ak Ungor comes from records kept in the outlying settlements around the mountain. At some point around 2,500 years ago, the volcano erupted in cataclysmic fashion, having slept for about 500 years after the war’s end. Not long after the initial eruption, a great red dragon flew in from the north and laid waste to the remaining population in and around the mountain, storming the Keep and claiming all of the wealth of the Duregar for his own. Not long after, the dragon began building his own kingdom out of the ruins of the ancient hold, renaming it Wyrmholme and slowly started to expand his influence, using the Duregar as slave labour and security both. Many attempts were made to reclaim the mountain by adventuring parties over the next two or three centuries, but none were successful and eventually the mountain was left to the dragon. 

Drakemar was content to rule over the northwestern part of Allansia, his kingdom reaching from Stormdrake Pass to Maztai and as far east as Fang until the Demon Wars a little over a decade ago. Sensing an opportunity, Drakemar approached the beleaguered people of the Pagan Plains and the Heroes of Toreguarde, offering monetary aid and supplies to help them rebuild their lives. He also offered them security and peace, all in exchange for a small tithe and the installation of his Emissary as an advisory body in whatever government the people wanted to create. The dwarves of Fangthane, recognising where this help had come from, immediately withdrew their support from the rebuilding effort, but allowed a Temple of Moradin and dwarven community to be built within the fledgling city state to better keep an eye on matters and to prevent their erstwhile cousins from exerting undue influence over a people they had considered to be their allies, though relations remained tenuous.

Wyrmholme remained a neutral party to the fractious relationship between Toreguarde and Fangthane, showing no open hostility towards the dwarves of Fangthane despite the kingdom’s passive aggressive attitude towards the empire. Despite the claims made by the Crown of Fangthane at the time, Wyrmholme had little to no influence over the Council of Toreguarde when the city state declared a pogrom against the dwarves that lived within the bounds of the city, though Drakemar and his Emissary did not intervene in the matter either. Indeed, the only direct action Drakemar took with regard to Toreguarde once the city had been built, was to protect it from an aggressive attack by Orcs hailing from the Outer Plane of Acheron, and then to provide Meredith Ironforge, now High Inquisitor of Fangthane, with the God Clay required to permanently Seal the portal to the Pit that lay beneath the Wizard’s Tower.

Ragnarok and its aftermath

During the events leading up to the beginning of the cataclysm that is now referred to as a near Ragnarok event, several Duregar from the Redhammer clan saw an opportunity to exact some sort of revenge on the dwarves of Fangthane. They were quickly stopped by a group of adventurers who had gained entry to the mountain for another matter, and one was convinced to walk another path. When the world was turned upside down in the runup to the main Ragnarok Event, this single Duregar managed to convince a large group of his kin to come to Toreguarde’s aid and work alongside not just the people of the seemingly cursed city, but the remaining dwarves of Fangthane and the recently rediscovered hold of Kar Kherril. 

Following the end of the Ragnarok Event, those Duregar who had aided in Toreguarde’s defence were informed that, should they relieve themselves of the shackles of Ladeurger, then there could be the possibility of opening communication with Fangthane once more. As many of the Duregar who had answered the call of their kinsman were already deeply regretful of the choices their ancestors had made, they readily agreed to reconvert to worship of Throff, under the supervision of the High Priestess of Kar Kherril. These Duregar have since created a community of their own in the area immediately around Wyrmholme and are attempting to convince the rest of their brethren of the folly of continuing to worship a god that would only continue to enslave and torture them. Drakemar has, as of the time of writing this article. made no move to quash this movement, and seems quite content to let these Duregar carry on with their efforts. Whether this is because he truly does not care which god or gods his slaves worship, or because of other matters remains to be seen.

[thepropertylovers]

Life Begins in a World of Gunfire

Methusella's story is the featured selection from USA for UNHCR's annual Refugee Storyteller Celebration, an opportunity for former refugees under the age of 30 who are now living in the United States to share their courageous journeys, passions and inspirations. 

Life Begins in a World of Gunfire By Methusella Rwabose

My life began in a world of gunfire, but I’m determined to build a more peaceful path forward.

As a child, my life was chaotic — there was little peace or safety. I was born in the Democratic Republic of the Congo during a violent time for the country. Our small village was embroiled in a violent conflict between rival militia groups and the national army and due to my father's involvement in politics, our family was frequently targeted by militia groups, causing us to flee our homes in the middle of the night to seek refuge in the woods or neighboring villages.

My parents tirelessly worked to keep me and my siblings safe. But in the chaos of that environment, nothing was certain. In 2008, as the violence and conflict intensified, my family fled our village and sought refuge in Uganda. We would live in a refugee camp for seven years.

Although I was young, I remember the moment we arrived at the camp. We were given a small plot, where we had a tent and a small area of land to farm. Life was not easy there and I soon recognized that things that I loved, like going to school, were no longer a guarantee.

When classes were offered, the classrooms were always overcrowded and under-resourced. For children in a refugee camp, there are other barriers to going to school even when it is available. Many parents rely on the help of their children to farm and help run the household because it is difficult to make ends meet in the camp. Sadly for other children, they may not have had enough to eat.

I always wondered how different my life would have been if I had been afforded the privilege of a viable education. I realized that what should have been a fundamental human right was a luxury beyond my reach. It left me yearning for the chance to go to a school where I could actually be taught how to read and write like anyone else, but this was something I could only dream of achieving.

In 2015, after seven years of living in the camp, a remarkable thing happened; my family was resettled to Denver, Colorado.

I knew there were challenges ahead of me, like learning English and becoming part of a new community. From day one, I was resolute in my pursuit of education and relished the comfort of sleeping soundly without the fear of being displaced.

The moment I arrived in Denver and stepped into South High School, I was so amazed. I felt so happy. In my first year, I was a student in a class with other refugee and immigrant students from all over the world. Our experience in that class was documented by Helen Thorpe, author of the book, The Newcomers. We all learned English together and despite not being able to communicate with each other at first, we became friends.

With a lot of hard work, and help from teachers and volunteers like Ruthann Kallenberg, who helped me learn to read and write, I thrived in school. My English steadily improved, I made the varsity soccer team, joined student government and began doing community service on weekends.

Each step of my journey continued to reinforce the idea that education must be a human right, and is something that every child should have access to. This idea continued to inspire me throughout high school as I began to envision where I wanted to go to college and what I might want to study. In my senior year of high school, I earned a scholarship to the University of Denver. Four years prior, I lived in a refugee camp and didn’t speak English. I’m still in awe when I think about how far I’ve come.

Inspired by my father, I studied Political Science with the hopes of one day working in politics and positively affecting policy and bringing change in my community. In college, I was active in student government and further supplemented my education and aspirations of working on public policy through internships with Colorado state representatives Leslie Herod and Joe Neguse (the son of refugees himself, who later went on to serve in the U.S. Congress) and U.S. Senator John Hickenlooper in Washington, D.C.

My father and I have often talked about the future and about how we might help people in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. One thing I’ve learned throughout my journey as a refugee is that those with lived experience are often in the best position to help bring about positive impactful change. While I hope for a peaceful future for those back in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, I know that my knowledge, energy and opportunity to make positive changes are here in my community in Denver.

In 2021 I put this idea into action. With my friend Hridith Sudev, I helped found the non-profit, Colectivo de Paz, with a mission to create communities of action that empower working-class immigrants, refugees, people of color, veterans, unhoused community members, at-risk students and other historically marginalized peoples and families in the greater Denver area. I know my experience can help others but I also see the work of Colectivo de Paz as a way for me to give back to the community that welcomed me and gave me so much.

Last week I graduated from the University of Denver with a degree in Political Science. I’m the first college graduate in my family and earning this degree only reinforces those thoughts I had as a child in the refugee camp in Uganda — education is a human right and every child should have access to one.

On graduation day, I was thinking about the kids in the Congo, Somalia, Syria, Afghanistan and now Ukraine, and how I want to tell them that living in peace is not a dream and that going to school is not a luxury.

The path I take moving forward is full of choice and it’s because I was able to find a life with safety and a chance to pursue an education. I’m grateful for that. But I'm also mindful that my story should not be extraordinary, and that all refugee families deserve peace, dignity and a future.

How can you help:

USA for UNHCR, the UN Refugee Agency supports the full journey of refugees like Methusella. Not only do our donors help refugees in their greatest time of need, but their support builds awareness for resettled refugees living in the U.S. With your help, more refugees will have the opportunity to build a peaceful life and safely pursue their dreams.

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Paint by numbers is a simple and enjoyable way to produce stunning artworks, regardless of your experience level in painting. The process is straightforward and produces crystal-clear results, which has contributed to its growing popularity in recent times. This article delves into different aspects of painting by numbers to give you a closer look at this concept.

The canvas is a crucial component of paint by numbers, as it is where the painting takes shape, and it's key to use high-quality canvas for optimal results. Paint by numbers canvas comes in various sizes and materials, such as cotton and linen. The design and numbered sections are pre-printed on the canvas, simplifying the process of following along and painting the correct colors in each section.

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If you desire a more individualized painting experience, you may choose to use paint by numbers custom kits. These kits let you upload a photo or image and transform it into a painting by numbers design, allowing for a one-of-a-kind painting experience. This option is ideal for creating a unique present for a loved one or painting a portrait of a pet or family member or those of you who want a more personalized painting experience.

In recent years, there has been a growing trend among adults to engage in paint by numbers. This activity is regarded by many adults as a calming and restorative pastime that can help alleviate stress and anxiety. Compared to the children's version, the adult version is more intricate and challenging, featuring smaller sections and a wider range of colors. It offers an excellent opportunity to relax and explore your creative side as there are many developments you can engage in like Anime paint by numbers concept, Christmas, Cats and so on ! One of the most exciting developments in the paint by numbers world is the emergence of Van Gogh paint by numbers kits. Since Van Gogh's style is both simple and complex, his kits have been highly sought after by his fans. Creating a Van Gogh masterpiece using one of these kits has been a dream come true for many of his admirers, who feel privileged to have their own Van Gogh painting hanging on their wall.

To conclude this concept , it’s a fun and accessible way to create artsy works. From the canvas to the kits and custom options, there are plenty of ways to explore this exciting art form. Whether you're a seasoned painter or a beginner it offers you a guaranteed ,unique and enjoyable experience that you’re going to enjoy.