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[takiisieju]

JOJONIGHTS Chapter 1: Mona Lisa

Warnings for the series: obscene language, violence

JoJoNights is set in 2007, on the island of Vieux Carre, an one-island-country. The main law here is that the entire place is a resort, so people are to be happy, enjoy themselves and have a ton of fun. Things, however, get rather... bizarre, when a woman by the nickname of Mona Lisa arrives.

Can be read on FicFan:

Masterpost

taglist: @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @theelderhazelnut @spacestephh

[chaosfantasmic]

Links fanfic intro chapter 2!!! (YOUR STILL GAY!!😲!!)

this has a lot of plot convenience so don't come at me, also sorry if there's ooc, this is like my first time writing for Lu so I'm not exactly Shakespeare yet.

....

When wind woke up he was met with the blinding light of the sun on his face

Also he was also on someones....back? what was going on-

"Oh, your awake! That's probably a good sign considering how banged up you were when I found you last night."

Wind shrieked and jumped, making the mysterious person almost drop him on the grass

"hey your alright I'm not gonna hurt you, your safe, were in Persephone woods and I'm taking you to Tari Takii town to see a healer, your safe ok?" The person reassured him

Now that it was daytime wind could get a better look at the person, though not at there face considering there mouth was covered by a face mask and the rest of them was covered by a hood.

"Buuut you still probably are pretty confused, but that's expected considering you were probably half asleep when I found you, well if I'm gonna be transporting you I'd better tell you my name first, I'm... Sapphire, and....yours?" sapphire as wind now knew them as, asked

"I'm.... Wind." He muttered, still not fully awake and slightly dazed

"Ook well wind your names a little funky but don't worry your safe with me!" Sapphire said as he walked along the forest floor, hopping over the occasional tree stump or overgrown root

Wind had to admit, this Persephone woods or whatever sapphires had called it, was actually really pretty, there were little white blue and red birds flying about, animals and squirrels racing around the trees, which had light green and yellow flowy leaves that hung down, some even had flowers growing on them.

they sat in silence for a few minutes, nothing but the occasional crunch of a leaf under sapphires feet would interrupt it.

..

"Were you the random guy who found me last night, and made the fire?" Wind asked

"Oh yea that was me, yea you were lookin pretty rough when I found you, its a good thing I did too, otherwise the Bokoblins would've gotten to you first, the Persephone woods are dangerous at night" Sapphire grimaced

A place as peaceful as this, dangerous? The sailor thought

"I thought I was dead, when I saw you I thought I was hallucinating!" Wind explained, that got a laugh out of sapphire

"Yea well once we get you on over to Tarii you'll be alright, the Medic there's Mr. Artemis he'll fix you right up, you'll might be stuck in bed for a day or two but you'll be alright." Sapphire chirped happily

"Yea...." Wind said, a slight hint of sadness lingered in his voice

"You sound sad, is there something bothering you?" Sapphire questioned, halting to a stop as he looked back at the sailor, a concerned look on his face

"It's just..

*how the hell do I tell him? Oh yea I have 7 older brothers and a dad we was in another fucking dimension and I got a really shitty concussion and a assy portal opened and I landed in the middle of the fucking woods*

"My brothers, we were...in a fight and got separated, and that's when you found me in the woods, I just wanna know if they're ok." Wind said

"Yknow there probably thinking the exact same thing right now, there out there somewhere looking for you." Sapphire said reassuringly

"I just...I hope I can see them again, wherever they are." He sighed

Sapphire smiled softly "well I think they'd be happy to know there brothers in good hands."

"Yea...me too." Wind said

He felt better, his head still hurt but at least he wasn't at rick of dying of severe blood loss, this sapphire guy, he was....strange to say the least but surprisingly comforting, he didn't feel quite comfortable putting his life in the hands of a complete stranger, if he had learned anything from his time on the sea its that you can't trust anyone, but sapphire had been nothing but kind to him, surely he wouldn't magically betray him? And sapphire wasn't a pirate like he was, he was a seemingly normal guy in fact, the sailor decided he'd trust him for now, and if he felt like betraying him, well that was his own fault.

....

they walked in silence for about another half hour, Wind could feel himself drift off again, he could see the sunset through the peeks of the trees, the birds had begun to settle in there nests and the squirrels no longer scampered across the thin branches. He shut his eyes and prepared to let sleep overtake him once again

Until he heard a call off in the distance

"WIND!"

Fuck sleep, wind thought his head immediately shot up, making sapphire jump a little at the sudden movement, could it really be

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye he could see the blue of warriors scarf, twilights pelt, times armour-, he knew he wasn't hallucinating this time, that he knew for a fact, was his family

Sapphire noticed "I suppose those are your brothers then huh?" He asked, Wind nodded eagerly

Sapphire set him down against a tree

"Well, I guess my work here is done then, glad I could help you out a little." He said, as he stood up, and started to walk off into the forest

"Stay safe out there!" Sapphire said as he gave him one last smile

And just like that, he was gone, faded into the trees.

...

"Sailor! Are you all right, are you ok, I thought we'd never find you." Time said as he out his hands on winds shoulders

the captain laughed "aww look at the old man, being a mom again."

"oh shut up wars you act like you weren't up crying all night!" Legend said

Wars fake gasped "this is PERSONAL!"

Everyone was so caught up in the fact that there brother was alive and well, they didn't notice the setting sun looming over the trees

"Yknow we should probably find some place to set up camp soon, it's getting late." Sky said as he pointed to the sky (haha get it)

And so they were off, off into this Hyrule for however long Hylia decided they would.

Little did wind Know, it would not be his last encounter with Sapphire, but that would have to wait

....

Yea the ending is literal dog shit I literally did not know what to put I promise I'm not a bad writer pls keep reading

[sflow-er]

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Thank you so much for the ask! I'll invert the order for readability reasons.

[Ask list for reference.]

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Definitely Like you better. It's an S2-compliant one-shot, basically just 2k of Henry and Walter being sweet together. It can be read as either queerplatonic or romantic; I wanted to do something a bit different with them and I think it turned out very well. I have actually been brewing a sequel/second chapter for a while now.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

No, I don't listen to music while I write. I find lyrics distracting, and the instrumental stuff I sometimes listen to doesn't really match the vibe of my writing (it's mostly music from game or film soundtracks).

But that's a very boring answer so aside from my writing... A Finnish pop icon called Antti Tuisku just wrapped up his 20-year career last weekend, and I've been feeling very nostalgic about that. He's not my genre at all, but I still think he's amazing and I've always admired him for how loudly and proudly he dares to be his (unlabelled) self.

The song I've been playing on loop this week is an absolute earworm about the daily grind, literally called 'For the money.' I'll include a Spotify link and live video from his last show for anyone who wants to check it out - tw for flashing lights in the live:

[teal-skull]

Turning off reblogs for this one because this is aimed at my dear followers. Those who followed me before the green mayhem caused by esc 2023, I hope you've survived in the trenches.

Saw some one I follow do this and I think I finally managed to find a way to answer the question that has been burning in my bain for long time, the way a question hunts a mad scientist in a gothic novel. Now I also want some statistics, because I'm a nerd like that:

comments and asks are open if anyone wants to elaborate.

[marschel]

MASTERPOST

Hi! We are Takii and Lipwig, and this is a blog about our La Squadra OCs, Calamaro and Muschel.

Asks are welcome! So are tag games!

This blog is 18+ and contains some heavy topics such as murder and violence. Browse at your own risk.

Calamaro's Bio Muschel's Bio

Main tags: #marschel - the pairing content #jjba calamaro - Calamaro content #jjba muschel - Muschel content #marschelcore - memes and aesthetic reminding us about our boys #calamarocore - memes and aesthetic reminding us about Calamaro #muschelcore - memes and aesthetic reminding us about Muschel #marschel x squadra - poly content #lemonclowns - writing only

taglist (writing): @spacestephh

Calamaro and Muschel are the newest addition to La Squadra di Esecuzioni, appointed by the Boss, almost personally. They are a couple of inseparable murderous clowns, both enjoying their work far more than a normal person should.

Unbeknownst to them, they are an insult to the injury of the team former members’ execution. Naturally, none of their new colleagues like or trust them, preferring to treat them with caution and various degrees of hostility. The clowns take it upon themselves to change that through rather unconventional means.

[diary-of-nevan]

Dear crew,

I'm coming back home with gifts for everyone (especially Vergil).

My mission in Rome was weird but also stressful as f***... When I manage to get my feet there I'll give you all the gifts.

Now I'm just limiting myself to tell you all what I bought!

@journalofsparda, I got you a coat signed Prada.

@journalofvergilsparda for you there is a sword polisher, I hope it will come handy... Joke I got you a book that talk about European demons and culture!!

@young-vergil-journal you already know what I got you! So don't complain about it!

@youngdantescrazydiary mmhhh... I probably have mistook your gift with the other @dantessssdiary or I bought you two the same... It's a pizza recipe book, no need to get take out if you can manage to make one!!!

@diary-of-eva you, my dear rival friend, I have a necklace with a ruby on it, there is a writing on the back, I hope you like it.

@diaryofkyrie I got jewelry for you too, but it's a fine bracelet that it's called... Aphrodite kiss?? It will be gorgeous on you!!

@diaryoflucia I managed to flirt this bottle of refined wine on the airport, you can share it with @thereddestofqueens... I got her wine glasses after all!!

@nerosdailydiary I got you something that it's better to jot be written here, it's a secret!!

@rebootdantesdirtydiary and @remasteredv I hope you two don't mind that I got you the same thing too... It's handmade leather bracelet (I also got a bow for Fifi)

@pattydiary I got you a nice dress, I hope you like it because it's pink and cute, just like you!

@diary-of-lady for you my dear... I got you a knife with a name carved on the handle, it says "Kalina Ann"

@diary-of-trish I got you a Tesla coil, if you feel like you have extra thunder put it there! It works wonderfully with my thunder so why not with you too??

@mundusjournal I have got you the finest shirt I could've found! It's has your face on it!!

@thenicogoldstein I got you a new equipment for engineering, I noticed you had a few missing!!

@diaryofcredo I got you a manual for takiy care of the farm (there is also another book, but this will come later 😉)

((second part coming soon))

[wondersauce]

Media Convergence  Written by Takii

1. How Media Convergence may play a role in my writing career?

    Media convergence creates various platforms for people to communicate with others around the globe. I can expose my writing abilities, through digital content online to anyone, anywhere and anytime. This new experiment allows new experiences with the rapid changes and culture behaviors. Multimedia storytelling seems like a perfect fit for me. Since my studies are in radio, television, and film, with an extensive background in theatre.  Now that Media Convergence has grown into a bonified way to connect and to distribute my creative work to a global audience, a world unknown. Excites me! The technological, industrial, the social, textual, and political agenda all ties in to the new wave of transferring information. I realize more people depends on online to find the right content. Which leads them into a world of discoveries. Currently, I enjoy writing for the small stage. Media Convergence allows me to spread the word faster. Most important in a time during the Pandemic. Myself and others have begun to explore new possibilities with online. Connecting us with friends, family and News. Everybody Loves News. As a writer I will keep in mind virtual reality is here to stay, and a message is a click of a button.  The connections are unbelievable and the new platform is fast pace. Organize,  organize, organize. 

[acquiremarketresearch]

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[catvampire]

(5) favourite song in your native language. (6) most hated song in your native language & (11) favourite native writer/poet !!

‘hi i’m not from the US’ ask set

5. ooh, tough one. i can’t answer an ask about my favourite songs in finnish w/o at least mentioning antti tuisku. rahan takii i’m p sure is still among my most played songs on spotify. peto on irti gets an honorary mention. as for songs actually within my usual genres, koneeseen kadonnut, vauriot, and ravistettava ennen käyttöä by apulanta are all among my favourites, and jos sä tahdot niin is still harrowing. joutsenet by pmmp is a huge writing inspo song.

6. i don’t listen a lot of the current music played in the radio where i live (or in general, tbh), so i miss a lot of bad ones, but vauvoja by kasmir is one that annoys the fuck out of me. as do most of his stuff tbh.

no wait, DUO’s panisin is the worst. the worst.

11. you know what. this ask actually made me kind of pissed. bc i don’t actually have any from adult or young fiction that i particularly like, so i went to look over my bookshelf to find children’s books that i liked bc i happen to be at my mum’s at the moment... but it turns out, my favourite nursery rhyme book was partly a translation. i feel like my entire life just got flipped upside down. anyway kirsi kunnas’s nursery rhymes are still objectively great but i need a moment to recover from this.

[afraidofrabbits]

okay so i am still working on the name but here is the summary:

The bastard son of the late and otherwise childless Marquis Albert Adeirie de Carabas wants to gain the title and the wealth his father left to the Crown. To do that, he re-builds his old adventuring party and strikes a deal with the queen of the land: she will grant him the title, the land and the riches of his father, and he will bring her the magical curse-lifting fleece from the enchanted forest of Coed Fey. Piece of cake, right? This fairytale combines various mythologies and folklore, including French fairytales, fae stories, Slavic folklore and Norse myths.

it is a mix of fairytale and fantasy, not really suitable for children, but far from the Y/A genre standards. i've already finished the outline and the first chapter and it looks...okay. will be better after i translate-revise it. hopefully.

[takiisieju]

JOJONIGHTS Chapter 2: Bubble Pop Electric & Queen of White Lies

Warnings for the series: obscene language, violence

JoJoNights is set in 2007, on the island of Vieux Carre, an one-island-country. The main law here is that the entire place is a resort, so people are to be happy, enjoy themselves and have a ton of fun. Things, however, get rather... bizarre, when a woman by the nickname of Mona Lisa arrives.

Can be read on FicFan:

Masterpost

taglist: @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @theelderhazelnut @spacestephh

[takiisieju]

Sunset in Koral

The second part of @spacestephh 's ASK

Thank you for the prompt. I may be very slow with my writing, but you are very welcome to send prompts from this list. Or, well, your own ideas!

Check out my carrd for links to the info about SWARM.

taglist: @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @theelderhazelnut @scentedcandleibex

Writing under cut!

When the sky turns pink and the sun descends into the Green Sea, life in Koral slows down, ready to come to a halt once the night falls.

Avaritie’s shift is long over. For hours now, he’s been patrolling the city streets, looking for a soul begging to be taken away. But this day is lucky. The people he meets are all as honest as it gets, not a single liar, crook or thug in sight. Every now and again such days make him hope that his cleansing of the city is over, that every sinner has been captured and is now in search of atonement. But every now and again, he finds another soul to harvest, another red marble to swallow.

But this day is not one of the latter so Avaritie returns to his communal apartment, to the other guild members. They laugh happily, surprised at the smile adorning his ever-strict features. The water tastes better and the wooden cot feels like a good bed. The crown is taken off his head, and he lies down, ignoring the heavy weight of all the souls in his stomach. The sleep comes to him quickly, and his dreams are pleasant, just this once.

On the opposite side of the city, Royal Deluxe walks Kali Kali home. The tiny woman had finished all of her work before the sun had reached the zenith, and spent the rest of the day with her boyfriend and his other girls.

Kali Kali’s prosthetic leg hits the uneven road in sync with Royal Deluxe’s cane. They walk in comfortable silence, having talked for quite a while today already. Kali Kali holds his hand, happily leaning on him, and Royal Deluxe smiles. For a moment, they both forget their love isn’t real.

Torophya and Neela are both home. Neela had returned first, her house just a few minutes away from the agency. She visits Royal Deluxe’s mother, making sure she’s feeling well. The old lady beckons her, and Neela just can’t resist the sweet herbal scent emanating from the kitchen. She joins the Fortune Teller for a cup of tea, then helps her with the dishes. It reminds her that she’s still alive, and that her life is beautiful. She smiles, staring at the now empty sink.

Torophya has no reason to hurry. Her work for today is done, she has no places or people to visit, and all she wants is to get to her little basement flat. Once there, she warms up the water, slowly and patiently. She feels so tired, but the water calms her down. She pours the flowery salts into the water, humming a centuries-old song, so old its words remember the bombs and the bullets. Torophya knows nothing about that, just singing about a faraway land, erased from the humankind’s memory, of its trees and rivers long turned into coal and deserted valleys. The song is over, the tub is full, and Torophya climbs in, finally relaxing.

Royal Deluxe returns alone, well into the night. He travels to Hynoon, then Mariah, meeting no more than a couple of late walkers like him. A lantern in his hands scares the shadows away, and the moon above provides some extra light as well. When he’s home, his mother is already fast asleep, too tired to wait for him. He covers her with a second blanket, looks over her fondly and returns to his room. The deceitful candlelight makes his reflection flicker, distorting his beautiful features. The mouth on his neck whispers something unintelligible, not a single soul to charm. There is a long list of names with quick portrait doodles near them, all of them highlighted – except the last four.

Swarm returns home even later.

“Had a nice walk?” Renata asks, chopping the vegetables for a simple salad.

“Was viewing the sunset”, Swarm answers, closing the door behind him.

“Did you draw it?”

“Of course”.

Swarm opens his notebook, carefully hand-made from the insanely expensive Big Land paper, holding it up to her. The sheets are all colorful, filled with beautiful drawings. A dozen portraits of Renata. The many sights of Koral, from the main square and the belltower to the many sculptures and ruins of Hynoon. It is a little dirty, with splashes of colored ink turned into funny small doodles.

One of the latest drawings catches her attention.

“Who’s that?” she points to a profile of a beautiful woman, dark-skinned and with the most perfect nose Renata’s ever seen.

“Fatima, from the Greenhouses”, Swarm answers nonchalantly. Renata sighs, a pang of jealousy in her chest. “I was there today. The strawberries should ripen soon.”

“Is that so?”

“I thought you wanted to dry some for the winter”.

“I’ll collect them myself”.

“If you say so…”

Swarm sits down on the straw-filled pillow in the corner, closing his violet eyes, unwilling to leave Renata to eat alone.

“At least he doesn’t wait for Fatima like this”, Renata thinks, hiding a triumphant smile.

The salad is all finished. Swarm takes the bowl to the sink. Renata inspects her plant-filled shelves and nods, bidding Swarm goodbye and leaving for her room.

As she closes her eyes, ready to drift to sleep, hundreds of beetles exit the neighboring window, wings glistening in the moonlight. 

[takiisieju]

Kissing the mirror for the drabble challenge pls!

Bet you thought I forgot.

taglist: @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @theelderhazelnut @spacestephh @vivilovespink (tell me if you want off the list)

Description: Renata's POV, Swarm is an ass in some regards

I regret the choice I’ve made that day.

Regret it all.

For it was stupid.

It was stupid to hope you love me back, to hope you value me more than your art and your freedom. You are a cool breeze in the docks, coming and going. You are a mighty bird soaring high above Hynoon, only looking down to find something to devour. You are the sky I dream of, cloudy and dark and bright and sunset red. I will never fly, Swarm. I will never have you.

Our world is small, Swarm, don’t you know that? I know those you’ve already left. Some of them you’ve said goodbye to. For some, you’ve left a note. And for some, you’ve only left clean dishes and a well-swept floor. You’ve left so suddenly, without a warning or a reason. It was just time to leave.

To leave for my doorstep, smiling politely and holding a hand-painted flowerpot in your hands. How could I say no to that? And so, you moved in, and I planted a pretty cactus in your pot, and there were many midnight chats, and I never had to wash the dishes or sweep the floor again. Sometimes you’d even bring me gifts. “It reminded me of you”. “I just wanted to see you smile”.

Our lives are short, Swarm, don’t you know that? Nobody wants to spend their alone. You don’t get lonely, ever, do you? But I will feel lonely when you leave. And I know that you will leave. I am just me. Not nearly as important as your freedom, your integrity, your destiny. Your, your, your. You, you, you.

It’s always you.

And I have nothing to blame you for, actually. The heart wants what it wants, and you don’t want me. It’s not your fault. You were nothing but kind to me. You are kind in general, Swarm, caring and honest. A good person.

I regret it so much, but I love you.

It’s such a pity you kiss the mirror when you think I can’t see.

[takiisieju]

Hi! 👋 Sending in some prompts for the SWARM drabble challenge :3

8. Sunrise in Koral

9. Sunset in Koral

Honestly all the characters from your SWARM universe are wonderful, but my favorite is Acid & Base <3

Hi! Thank you so much! This'll have to be divided into two parts, but I am very thankful for two prompts.

taglist: @roofgeese @poisonedtruth @theelderhazelnut @scentedcandleibex @spacestephh

tw: descriptions of insects

SUNRISE IN KORAL

The giant orange orb shows the tip of its flaming crown far beyond the Green Sea. The pinkish rays cut through its treacherous waves, and, as if swimming up to the Koral city, they paint the walls and cliffs with gorgeous golden hour watercolors. Even the many statues on the streets look alive in this lighting.

The city wakes up.

A flock of bats flies into the open window, swarms of bugs, moths, cockroaches and centipedes follow suit. A few rats crawl out of the walls. All of them seek the same place – a piece of yellow fabric lying on the untouched bedsheets. A small pile forms under the fabric, growing with every new creature joining the others. It grows and grows and grows until the red-haired head shows from inside the wide collar. The last of bugs crawl into the Swarm’s mouth, and he opens his eyes, inhaling sharply.

Another sunrise, another birth. Another dream of many places his nocturnal “pets” visited, many cicadas they heard and the sea that tried to swallow them whole. Not all of them returned, killed and eaten by stray cats, but Swarm always kept extras. Now, they crawled under his coat, settling on the thing’s body.

Swarm stands up, looks at himself in the mirror, mixes up one of the many different dirt and clay masks, covering his face with it. It is pointless, of course. Swarm creates a perfect body for himself – with perfectly smooth, soft skin, ever perfectly clean and neatly styled hair, even his signature makeup intact. It’s all just old habits, from his first, unhappy life. Shaking off the unpleasant thoughts, he cleans his face with a wet towel, and walks into the kitchen.

“Renata!” he calls. No response. He calls her again, but she never wakes up from just that.

He sighs and walks into her room, shaking the woman a little.

“It’s sunrise, Renata,” he whispers.

She groans but crawls out of bed. Paying no mind to the thing still being here, she starts to change her clothes. Swarm turns around politely, walking back to the kitchen. There’s water to boil, food to cook. They eat together, then Renata collects her plants and heads to the market, and Swarm returns to his room to carve out another woodblock of his illustration. It has to be done by tomorrow.

There are no clocks in Koral. The sun itself decides when the locals wake up and have midday rest and go to sleep. Even Acid-und-Base wakes up with the sun. She stretches her muscles, getting ready to spend the day swimming, hunting for fish and whatever treasure the Green Sea keeps from the earth-walkers. She looks at her stone beloved with a sorrowful sigh, and as she kisses him goodbye, the only ticking clock she found at the coral reefs showing it’s half past four.

Which means that Royal Deluxe and his mother have awakened ten minutes ago. The Fortune Teller boils the water, cooks whatever her son cuts beside her. Then, as they are about to eat, she takes two cards out of her deck. It’s The Hands for her and The Lion for him. Half of the seaweed pirozhki go into Royal Deluxe’s bag to be brought to his girlfriends.

One of them, Torophya, is particularly busy in the morning, standing beside a big cauldron, tossing in eggs, seaweed, herbs and fish, until something akin to a soup is ready. People of all sorts flock to the community diner, each one well-remembered by the cook, each one well-remembering her as well.

Each one gets a plate of warm food, a quarter of flatbread and hot water, infused with mint, basil or lemongrass. Soon, the entire hall is filled with people enjoying their free warm meal, discussing work and leisure and this day’s food. Kali Kali comes in too. A hearty meal is essential for her, having hours of labour ahead. There’s always cement to mix, rocks to carry and sand to dig. And so they promise to go to Royal Deluxe together.

The first pigeons start to deliver mail, white like a surrender flag. Neela has had her breakfast already, now busy with her beloved birds. The strongest ones are to deliver mail to the mainland’s cities, the smartest – to the ever-travelling Ark, and the youngest – around Koral.

The many pigeons rest atop of the ship-building docks. People there are already making and fixing boats and ships, as if there’s no task more important, at least in their lives. It smells like resin and wood stain and sea salt. One of the workers, a crowned man in greens, is measuring the wooden boards for a young fisherboy’s boat. And while he is a professional and a worker first and foremost, Avaritie knows the dishonest boy a little too well to let it slide. The boat will be finished, and it will be one good boat, guaranteed to serve the boy for long. But as the boy’ll be thanking Avaritie’s brigade, a small red orb will fall out of his mouth into the water basket near him, the one they drink from to prevent fainting from hard work and the chemical stench.

Perhaps that makes the boy reconsider his life choices and stop selling yesterday's fish as if it were fresh.

Or, perhaps, his soul now belongs to Avaritie forever.

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PORNPO, Chapter 1: Naples' finest on your plate

Characters: Polpo, Camilla Carota, Pauletta Pera, Anna Anguria, Maria Mora Pairing: none Content: SFW (but every other part of the fic isn't) Words: 2335 Taglist: @roofgeese @poisonedtruth @theelderhazelnut

The introduction.

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Sample under cut.

Ah, finally, the work day’s hardships were over. Granted, most of these hardships were simply moved to become Buccellati’s hardships… Still, Polpo felt like he deserved a treat. Maybe even a snack. Or perhaps, an entire second lunch.

The personal chef that had tried to poison him was dealt with last week, poor fellow shrinked and fed to his own cat, so now the only thing Polpo had while looking for a replacement were delivery services. Thank god there were still couriers and restaurants he could trust. Still, losing the cook was a pity. The capo had only hoped that his new job advertisement could fill this hole in his heart.

Said advertisement was made just a day after Risotto, god bless his striped clown soul, dealt with the cook’s hirer and spent a good hour going back and forth about the payment he deemed inadequate. Polpo, on the other hand, had always considered himself exceptionally generous, and still, the lack of people desiring to be his house servants was as apparent as Risotto’s rage as he left the villa cursing under his breath. The former, however, could be explained by the rumors that have filled every corner of Naples the second the job ad was given.

Polpo liked art. Truth be told, he liked all things aesthetically pleasing. He liked his painting collection, his many blooming houseplants, and he liked to be surrounded by people that would fit his impeccable interior design just as well as his vases and statuettes did. The common filthy lot, however, didn’t understand his motives, and so the people of Naples were convinced that he wanted…

“A harem!” Polpo thought, somberly chewing on his second pizza. “What nonsense. I am a gentleman!”

Alas, the rumors were unstoppable. Everybody was convinced that the reason Polpo wanted only young pretty women as his house servants was because this “gluttonous freak” now thought himself some kind of a sultan. It wasn’t the worst thing people ever said about him, and Polpo was glad the Boss couldn’t care less about public opinion.

Suddenly, Polpo heard a knock on the door. He swallowed the remaining pizza, wiped his mouth with a gigantic napkin and, moving the plates to the side table, allowed the person to come in. Naturally, it was Raphael, his bodyguard and, lately, sort of a butler.

“The applicants, capo,” he said, barely holding back a laugh. “Four of them. The fifth changed her mind midway through the corridor.”

“Four? How very lucky…” Polpo sighed. Well, the afternoon nap will have to wait.

Raphael came closer, handing his boss the application dossiers and taking away the plates.

“Let’s see.” Polpo hummed, scanning the pages. “Uh-huh… Well, I see no reason to make them wait. Call in one Camilla Carota, would you?”

Raphael nodded, disappearing behind the thick wooden door, and Polpo heard his cackling, shared with Angelo, from the waiting room behind it. Polpo sighed. Raphael was extremely lucky that his stand abilities were more valuable to Polpo than his own pride.

“Just wait until I cut your salary down,” Polpo thought, marking it in his tiny notebook.

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PORNPO, Chapter 4: Gluttony

Characters: Polpo, Anna Anguria Pairing: Polpo/Anna Anguria Content: Oral Sex (Fem receiving), Masturbation, Petting, sort of Praise Kink?? Words: 2,286 Taglist: @roofgeese @poisonedtruth @theelderhazelnut

Free, alive and unbothered by pesky teenagers with dreams, Polpo got a little too comfortable. So comfortable that he hires four women to do minor chores and look pretty. Being a man of culture, he makes no further advances, but the business relationship slowly develops into something much less decent.

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I will post chapters as I write them, not chronologically.

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Sample under cut.

Capo Polpo sighed, settling down on his couch and resting the enormous head on the backrest. The couch was custom-made, big and sturdy to accommodate the man the way regular furniture could not. Carota had just left after the thorough cleaning, and the overwhelming scent of lavender was filling the room. Polpo did not skimp on her cleaning products, making sure they were gentler on the skin and on the nose than most. Carota was cleaning almost all the time, after all, unsettled by the slightest imperfection. So the entire estate, as well as her clothes, smelled like lavender and sometimes roses.

The sitting room’s door opened with a slight creak, letting in a tiny woman with a plate of fruits. Bananas, apples, peaches and Polpo’s favorite, grapes, were piled up, fresh and ripe. The man couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation of a delicious meal. Anna approached the coffee table, settling the plate down.

“Not too heavy for you, I hope?” Polpo asked, slightly concerned. Anguria had terrible back pains, so he only allowed her to run the easiest errands, like feeding him. Mora was tasked with making sure the portions weren’t too big for her to carry, but it never hurt to make sure.

Anna shook her head, a little too strongly.

“Ah, poor girl, still afraid of me.” Polpo thought. “At least, now she’s not afraid of punishment, just of my disappointment.”

That was a big progress as it was. But he had to build her trust up a little more.

“Today was such a long day, Anna, dear…” Polpo sighed dramatically. He only had to make a couple calls and settle a dispute in one of the casinos today, but his plan required a bit more dramatism. “I’m starving.”

“Should I bring some more?” Anna asked immediately. Polpo could never get enough of how she cared for him, despite her anxiety.

“No, no…” Polpo shook his head.

“What can I do then?” Anna stepped closer. Polpo’s plan was working like clockwork.

“I am too exhausted, Anna…” he dragged with a sigh. “Feed me, will you?”