#the guild gala

[softcenteregg]

Was super jazzed to participate in the @opmetgalazine doing some little cute downloadable note/memo paper designs, it was a super fun project to work on and it came out SO nicely. Each sheet (with the exception of novas) had one larger and one smaller drawing that featured SWORD, X Guild, RA, Marines, and the Supernovas.

[na-page]

DARREN CRISS - ♪ Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World by Johnny Clegg | Dramatists Guild Foundation Gala | October 28, 2024 | 🎥 DGF

[d-criss-news]

dgfound: Monday night’s Gala was a beautiful celebration of dramatists and all who support writers for the American theater! Thank you to all involved for a most special evening.

Stay tuned for more highlights and performances from this incredible evening!

The DGF Gala was generously presented by @creativepartnersproductions with additional support from @ dramatistsplayservice, A Broadway Licensing Global Imprint.

Photo Credit: @rebeccajmichelson

[phantomguild]

Mint is taking a break from the gala, reverting to her Pokémon form for the time being. Right now, she's by the gazebo, letting some of her energy out, her aura taking the form of a series of small blue wisps that fade as quickly as they appear, enriching the life force of whatever they come into contact with.

However, even while she's letting off all of this excess life energy, something still appears to be troubling the small hybrid...

Perhaps it has something to do with what she'd said to the Magi, maybe it could be the nature of her powers, or it may be something different altogether. Whatever the case may be, it's likely the best people to ask about this are Mint herself (though she may be hesitant with those she doesn't know), or Vivian.

[jimmarsden-fuckingblog]

James Marsden. Screen Actors Guild Awards 2017

[cloudzoro]

Girl, since you mention the OP dilfs, I would LOVE to see some headcanons or something about either how they flirt with you or when they realize they like you 👀👀👀

you can add who you like but I’m begging for Shanks and Mihawk ✨🧍🏽‍♀️

hi!!!!! I went with 'realising they like you, and I actually added most of the dilfs. hope you enjoy 🤤🙏

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Realising He's In Love | ♡

characters: beckman, buggy, crocodile, dragon, mihawk, shanks, smoker

cw: fem!reader, crocodile's is suggestive,

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Beckman

Beckman realises his love for you on a random cold morning.

It's a very rare calm day aboard the force. Beckman, sitting in a chair on the deck, listens to those of his crewmates who are awake this early, navigating around the ship. He hears your voice humming a pretty tune. He hears the clanking of pans in the background, giving away your location.

When he enters the kitchen, he sees you dancing around and helping yourselves to Lucky Roux's ingredients.

��Whatcha doing?” he asks. He laughs as you jump, startled by his interruption.

“It's kind of chilly out, and you were running a little cold this morning, so I'm making us some nice warm breakfast,” you say, adding ingredients to a pan. Your desire to take care of him warms him up enough already. He walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist. He buries his face into your neck as he hums in response. The domesticity of it slaps him in the face. A warmth spreads through his body. He understands, in this moment, what it is to truly love someone, but he'll keep it as his little secret for a while longer

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Buggy

Everyone is so mean to him. All his life, he's been treated poorly. Then he meets you; you're a subordinate of Mihawk's that he's brought along to the cross guild. Mihawk is a solitary creature, so the fact he keeps you around must mean you hold some value to him. This fact scares Buggy; it makes him distrust you, even if you're so kind to him.

You talk to him gently, offer to pour him drinks when he stops by Mihawk's tent and patch him up when his two business partners beat him down. At first, he thinks you have alternative motives, that this is a ploy, and you're going to hurt him in some way. Then, he thinks you're patronising him and taking pity on his poor soul.

It takes Mihawk stomping his boot down a little too hard, which causes you to step in and beg your boss to back off, to make him realise you genuinely care about him. You standing up to Mihawk despite what repercussions it may have is the day he realises that he doesn't ever want you to leave.

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Crocodile

He's pretty into you from the beginning, but he doesn't fall quickly. You're a colleague, a hard worker, and he likes you. He takes you to many galas and events and proposes that the two of you should work together more often. That leads to the two of you being tangled in the sheets, and Crocodile makes it clear to you that this ‘relationship’ is sexual in nature and nothing more. You're fond of the man, but you keep your feelings to yourself. Until one night when he needs to take his stress out and finds himself unable to be rough with you.

He doesn't lay your back against his sheets, doesn't flip you onto your front and squish your head into the pillows. Instead, in a move that baffles you, he asks you for a kiss. You oblige, seated on his lap on a soft velvet sofa. His hook caresses your leg, keeping you pressed to him while his hands explore you. You gently ask if he's ok, careful not to anger the beast beneath you. He nods, moving his kisses down to your neck. He feels it in his heart, his chest crumbling from the inside as he bares it to you with every kiss placed on your skin.

He laughs at himself as he remembers telling you this was nothing more than sex. What a fool he was.

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Dragon

Dragon and you are dating, and you have been for a while. He's quite frankly terrified of love. He's been there once, and it didn't work out for him. He takes things slowly with you. Every late-night talk and comforting hug in the privacy of your room pulls his heart deeper and deeper.

He realises just how deeply in love he is when he sees you standing with Koala, giving her some advice. Your heart is what attracted him to you in the first place. Seeing you so readily help other people makes him realise just how strongly he feels about you. He more than loves you; he admires you. He approaches you as Koala leaves, looking much calmer than she did before.

“Is she ok?”

“She's fine, honey. Are you ok?” It's a simple question of concern, but it still has his heart squeezing in a way he's never felt before. He kisses you softly, hoping the action will convey his feelings properly.

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Mihawk

He's very straightforward and to the point. He knows what he wants. He realises he likes you pretty much immediately after meeting you.

The first time he meets your eyes from across the bar, he plans to take you back to your home, entertain you and leave you before you wake the next morning. Then he strikes up a conversation with you, and everything changes.

“Can I buy you another drink?” he asks, sliding into the seat next to you.

“Please don't, this cheap wine tastes like shit. I could probably use this as a truth serum against my enemies” You bite, smacking your lips together at the bitter taste. Something about your attitude lights a flame in Mihawk. He's found a kindred spirit in you. A fine woman with a fine taste. Now he's intrigued by you, suddenly struck with a desire to know more.

So he starts talking to you about wine. There's no flirtation in his words, no exaggerated flattery or innuendo. He asks about you, divulges very little about himself and then tells you he found you interesting. He asks if you'd like to go home with him and see his much more impressive collection of wine. Of course, you accept. He lets you break open a well-aged bottle, drinking happily with you.

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Shanks

Oh, he's pathetic, actually. Everyone else realises before he does. He denies it with every fibre of his being. You've known each other for a long time. Every time you touch him, talk back to him, even look at him, his heart stirs. He has to tell himself the tightening of his chest is just the drink catching up to him.

After a night of drinking and joking, you go off to bed. When you part with your captain, you're so drunk that you don't even realise what you're doing and press a goodnight kiss to his cheek. You cart yourself off to bed, tiredly waving at your crew. You go to sleep, completely oblivious to the fact that Shanks is currently turning the colour of his hair while Yasopp and Roux tease him for it. Beckman gives him a look that says, ‘I told you so’.

“I'm not in love with her”, he groans as he's hit with flashes of all the times you've made his heart skip a beat. “ I just think she's beautiful, smart, talented, fun and” he pauses his sentence when he realises he's rambling, rambling about you. “I'm in love with her,” he sighs, putting his head in hand. What kind of captain falls for his crewmate?

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Smoker

Smoker doesn't realise until it's almost too late. The two of you are co-workers and have known each other for years. While working together, an enemy you hadn't noticed takes a shot at you, and Smoker puts himself in the line of fire. The bullet hits his ribcage, and enough of the soldiers under his command help him away to be seen by a doctor.

Seeing that bullet fly towards you had every missed opportunity to kiss you, cycling through his brain. He moved to save you, knowing it would harm him because he realised at that moment he would rather die than spend a single minute without you. He needs you to eat, breathe and sleep. He convinced himself at one point that you two were just inseparable friends, but the singular bullet in his torso had the truth bleeding out of him.

When he wakes up from surgery, you're sat in his hospital room, asleep in a chair next to his bed. His busy heart relaxes, seeing you safe and sound. He considers the bullet a silent vow of protection. A vow he will never break.

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thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading. comments and reblogs are appreciated ♡

tag list: @bloodfixnd @sexysapphicshopowner @beachaddict48 @lem-hhn @quanxifangirl @mythicallystupid

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[tes-gala]

FAQs

What is TES Gala? 

An idea started from a treasure found in ESO, I developed a headcanon that the Altmer have something similar to the Met Gala. Loving the idea, I decided I wanted to try at making a small community event for tesblr focusing on fashion (and partying lol).

For one week, a gala will be held. A party invitation post will set the overall theme. Once you post your submission(s) to the event, it will be reblogged here to be shared. 

When is TES Gala?

June 15th to June 21st

Theme will be announce by the end of March, if not a tad sooner.

Where is the Gala set?

Anywhere! This isn’t set to the Altmer in Summerset. This can be a small village, a royal event in Cyrodiil, or a party taken to Oblivion. This can be the scene to a Thieves Guild or Dark brotherhood quest. This can be a Modern AU or anywhere on the in-universe timeline!

What mediums are accepted?

Just about anything! 

Just a few ideas, but not limited to:

Fan art (sketches, doodles, clothes designs, full blown renders, etc)

Fanfiction (can be either posted in full on Tumblr or a link to AO3)

Gifsets

Moodboards (Can't draw, but wanna show us what your OC would wear? Go for it!)

Animatics

Meta analysis (headcanons on fashion, using historical parallels, etc)

Embroidery/Beadwork

We’d love to see whatever you made ― digital, traditional, crafts, anything! 

Is there a submission limit?

No! If you have multiple ideas for the gala week, I encourage you to share all that you make!

What are the rules?

The rules can be read here [link]

How do I submit my work?

Post your work on tumblr and tag it with #tesgala25. I will be tracking the tag all week long. You can also directly tag with @tes-gala

I will then share your work with tags for characters, mediums, and if needed, try my best with adding image ID/alt text. 

Alt text and image IDs

To increase the accessibility for our works, I do encourage all artists/graphic makers to use alt text/image IDs. This helps those with screen readers and is more inclusive. 

A few links to help how to do this:

Write Helpful Alt Text by Harvard Digital Accessibility

How to Create Image Descriptions

How to Write Alt Text and Image Descriptions

Decision Tree for Writing Alt Text

OC Submissions & Use

To follow the party aesthetic, you may submit a TES Original Character through asks with information about them if you wish for your OC to cameo in another's work. The one submitting must understand they are giving reasonable permission for another to use their OC.

Those interested in using another's Original Character must use the OC respectfully and within reason. You must tag the owner with your submission. List of submissions found here: [LINK]

More information [LINK]

Who is running TES Gala?

Currently just one person. Should this become bigger than expected, I may ask for help. 

@sulphuricgrin

If you have any more questions, feel free to send an ask!

updated: 03/20/2025

[phantomguild]

Brain is still sorta fried in regards to story stuff (and just... fried in general) so I'll be doing this to help cool off. First time actually attending an event in quite a while too.

As for who'll be there, just a few members of the Phantom Guild (specifically Eris, Minerva, and Mint), as well as Vivian and Aster.

Abbadons' Gilded Gala Event!

Hello! Eve-of-Halloween here hosting my first-ever community event in celebration of reaching 200 followers! This event will have story/plot significance for sinnohsiblings! Event Dates: 8/31/23 - 10/1/23 What Is this event? Lord Abbadon is hosting a formal ball in his grand palace on the peak of Mount Coronet, and all are invited! Formal attire is required and Legendaries are highly encouraged to join and socialize with their fellow legends of other worlds. Abbadon has extended this invitation across the multiverse. Some rumors say he's playing matchmaker, others say it's an excuse to see his wife but who knows! Who can attend? ANYONE in the Pokemon Askblog community! If your character is capable of shapeshifting they are heavily encouraged to come disguised as humans. If your character is unable to transform Lord Abbadon has commissioned special rings for any non-legendary guest in attendance to grant them the ability to transform if they so desire. You are allowed to bring a plus one but if you bring children there will be a separate area to provide them with games and entertainment as the adult attendees' refreshment table will serve adult beverages such as wines. Children will not be permitted in that area. But food and non-alcoholic drinks will also be provided for all guests. What should I wear?

Anything formal by your character's standards! So long as your character feels good in what they are wearing it will be permitted. But you should dress to impress given the guests of honor. This Gala is basically an overly formal version of a meet-and-greet to get his children to socialize with other Pokemon and legends as they've become far too reclusive for his liking. Examples of outfits can be seen here with Galadriel, Zephyr and Parisa!

How do I participate?

Feel free to interact with other guests/blogs and the cast of this blog. The purpose of this event is to get people to socialize and maybe get out of their shells! Rumor has it that the god of love is a special guest attending at Lord Abbadon's request to work her magic~! So keep an eye out for her! Lady Amore will be playing Cupid and may temporarily hit you with a 3-ask infatuation spell! (This is an optional part of the event see the tags section for how to consent to this event) For those who participate at the end of the event, I will be raffling 2 legendary designs! One of the designs is the daughter of the god of love herself! Perhaps this is her token of apology for all the chaos she is bound to cause~! But beware if you are caught causing too much of a ruckus or entering the off-limits areas the Lycan legion guards of on-duty Zacian and Zamazenta will toss you off the mountain top!

What are the tags for the event? #SINSIBGALA (this is the general event tag! all posts pertaining to the event will be reblogged to @eohblogsrp)

#cursedcrush (use this tag on your post if you want a chance to be hit by Amore's 3 ask love curse! If hit you will become infatuated with the first pokemon you see for 3 asks. it will wear off after that and you will remember that it was the effect of a curse. Blogs who do not have this tag on their event posts will not be targeted.)

When the event starts I will also make a post with a map of Abbadon's palace and several backgrounds that you are free to use for the event! Thank all of you so much for your support and I look forward to more stories to come!

[aberrantcreature]

Monster Hunters your Jayvik. 🔨

Jayce is a guild hunter who mains the hammer. His armor is the Gold Rathian set and his hammer is the Gun Hammer. (Yes that’s literally what it’s called. It can’t shoot but it’s too fitting.)

Viktor is Jayces partner and handler. He does not hunt but accompanies Jayce on all of his, staying at camp, and assisting him with quests. His outfit is a mixture of S1, and the Gala Suit layered armor set. Rio is Viktors monstie, an adolescent Mizutsune. I am pulling from the spin off series, Monster Hunter Stories, where you hatch, raise, and ride and fight with your monsties. Viktor found her as an egg and raised her by hand.

[grandline-fics]

hi! could i request for mihawk and anyone else of your choice reacting to their usually modest s/o wearing something scandalous and getting a lot of attention and they feel jealous or try to hide them away from prying eyes? thanks love you

DESCRIPTION: You’re normally modest and get a lot of attention from others when you wear something scandalous

WARNINGS: a little suggestive but nothing explicit at the end

CHARACTERS: Mihawk

WORDS: 1,285

A/N: Thank you for this request! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy what I came up with for it

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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“Another gala, Crocodile?” Mihawk asked dryly looking at the small decorated piece of paper in his hand. “Is my presence truly necessary for this?” His golden eyes looked at the information blankly and held back the glare to see it would be taking place on the island they were at. Any other time these events were held, Mihawk would refuse to travel so far for a measly party or would take up a bounty mission that would take him in the opposite direction so he couldn’t attend. 

“Oh humour me for once, Mihawk.” Crocodile urged, frowning around his cigar. “I can’t keep bringing that liability of a figurehead. If we want to convince those nobles and backers of our legitimacy I need someone who can actually manoeuvre in these circles. If we want to see Cross Guild succeed and be profitable you’re going. You’re not getting out of it this time.” You bit back a smile to see your lover’s eye twitch. He hated going to these kinds of things. Quickly you acted, stepping behind his seat to place a hand on his shoulder and offer him a smile. “Oh come on, might actually be fun. At least this time you’re not going under Marine orders, it’ll be different. I can go with you if that makes things easier?”

At that Crocodile let out a small scoff, making you and Mihawk look at him in annoyance. The gala invitation was an open one so he couldn’t say you weren’t allowed to go but it was clear you going had irked him in some way which was odd seeing as you and the other founder of Cross Guild were on relatively good terms. You would’t say we was a close friend but he wasn’t someone you loathed. You remained silent as Crocodile stubbed out his cigar into the ashtray on the table and slowly looked you over, his scrutinising stare showing his critical assessment. “No offence, but you’d be more out of place than the clown. Like I said, we need to make a positive impression with these people.”

Your fingers flexed against Mihawk’s shoulder in a silent way of telling him not to react to Crocodile’s remarks. You were more than aware that your appearance was vastly different from his rich fabrics and perfectly tailored style. You’d always preferred simplistic and comfortable over anything else you wore. This wasn’t the first time someone pointed out your modest and almost drab fashion and it never bothered you. At least not until you felt you’d be letting Mihawk down. You knew how important Cross Guild was to him. Quickly you placed a kiss against Mihawk’s cheek and smiled at Crocodile as you left the room, if it was a positive impression he wanted, then that’s what he’d get. “I’ll meet you both at the gala.”

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Mihawk hated having to interact with people he thought nothing of, he hated having to practically parade himself around in front of rich people like something to be gawked at in order to fulfil their own boring curiosities. He would much rather be in his own quarters with you, enjoying each others company and peace. Sharply he glared at Crocodile for what felt like the hundredth time today as he stepped into the banquet hall of the mansion the gala was being held in. While you’d shown no hint of annoyance for his earlier disrespect, Mihawk was still pissed and no amount of expensive wine was going to change that. 

As he took the glass of wine offered to him, he cast his gaze across the filled room in search of you. Though it was hard to search each face properly especially with the group that had already congregated near the centre of the room, fawning voices spilling from their mouths in a strange chorus. Mihawk and Crocodile shared a look of confusion, as far as they were both aware Cross Guild were the main attraction. While Mihawk was more than happy for someone else to take the attention, Crocodile was less than impressed. Then a familiar laugh sounded from the middle of the group making both men freeze.  

The pair watched as one person moved slightly and it gave them a window to clearly see you talking to the group, allowing the host of the gala lift your hand to press an adoring kiss against your knuckles. Mihawk remained the outward image of calm but inside he was a mess, looking you over intensely. Gone were your usual clothes of comfortable layers of soft and understated fabrics, in their place was the richest material adorning your form like a second skin coloured a deep wine red. Your outfit highlighted your body’s attributes that were usually hidden and accentuated the allure and attractiveness that previous only he was worthy of seeing. 

“Well…”Crocodile managed out with a firm clearing of his throat, even he was caught by your makeover. “Seems I was very wrong.” Mihawk snapped his head away from your direction to throw the fiercest glare yet at his business partner. Oh how he wished he had Yoru with him to slash all of your admirers in one go. Moving briskly he wove himself through the sea of pests buzzing around you and snaked an arm around your waist smoothly in greeting. Upon seeing who you were attending the gala with and felt the murderous aura rolling from his frame, those that had been desperately vying for your attention in the hopes of getting more, promptly became stuttering messes as they made hurried goodbyes and dispersed, scurrying away like the rats Mihawk knew them to be. 

“Hello, love.” You greeted with a pleasant smile. “Something wrong?”

“I despise seeing lesser beings try to sully works of art.”

“Aww, as sweet as that is just say you’re jealous.” You laughed softly, smiling up at him as you let him direct you smoothly away from the centre of the room and away from the appreciative stares you were still getting. “So, have I made a positive enough impression?”

“You know you have. You could wear anything and would be the most attractive person in the room.” Mihawk told you smoothly and you smirked. 

“Then why are you trying to hide me with the edge of your coat?” You asked, looking down to see the hand around your waist also held his coat around your body in an improvised shield. Mihawk didn’t answer. He lowered his gaze down to you once more, fully taking in just how much more enticing you were to him. He thought suffering this gala would be torture enough but to be here with you, looking so ravishing and drawing so much attention was unbearable, even for his resilient will. 

Acting quickly he pulled you close for a kiss and bit back the satisfied smirk when you flinched at the sudden feeling of the wine in his other hand spilled against your shoulder. You pulled back to throw him an accusatory stare while he merely set the now half-empty glass down on the tray of a server walking by and stared at you blankly, completely unapologetic. “Oh, how clumsy of me. Looks like we’ll have to go back and change.”

“You really are childish sometimes you know that?” You muttered with a slow roll of your eyes, walking with him towards the exit. 

“We’ll have to be careful.” Mihawk continued, ignoring your comment, his hand releasing his coat so he could drop his hand to your hip and give you a quick squeeze. “With material this expensive we’d have to make sure it’s taken care of properly. Could take all night.”

Well who were you to argue with that?

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[d-criss-news]

savagethemusical: When you meet someone you want in your dream cast at the @ dgfound gala and he is the nicest, most down to earth person! ❓Who do you think we would want him to play in the show? Co-writer, composer, and lyricist for Savage, Nicolette Blount, took this pic with Darren Criss “so my kids would think I was cool.” We think it worked! #darrencriss #broadway #musicaltheatre #glee #gleecast #savagethemusical #actor

[third-time-charmed]

Chapter 5 has arrived! Gala time!

“Mr. Lucius Belmont,” Aventurine said quietly, pulling her attention to a man descending the staircase alone in a pristine black and maroon ensemble. “Pier Point’s most desirable bachelor. Head of a big cartel on Tangarth Prime. Suspected to be involved in trafficking of some description. Nearly every person who has fallen into his bed has wound up financially or socially devastated — or vanished completely. With a few notable exceptions.”

His voice dropped even lower, a note of firm warning in his tone. “Whatever you do, don’t end up in a room alone with him.”

She scoffed. “Embezzlement. Fraud. Exploitation. Tax evasion. Blackmail. Trafficking. Underhanded deals. And this is all just common knowledge? They all just get away with it?”

With a wry, lopsided grin, he shrugged. “It’s the sad reality of the corporate world, I’m afraid. Time is money, and money is power. Those who have it set the rules that make or break those who don’t. And as an added bonus, even the rules they set don’t necessarily apply to them.”

“You speak as if this does not also apply to you,” she muttered icily. “For someone living at the top of such a system, you have a remarkable amount of cynicism for it. And yet so little apparent drive for making any substantial changes.”

As ever, the venom in her words failed to have any visible effect on him. “Idealistic people in this world are chewed up and spit out,” he replied smoothly. “Or swallowed. A few of those vanished individuals I was talking about were idealistic philanthropists who didn’t play by the rules that Belmont set. Mr. Dandridge back there? He hates anyone who acts above their perceived station in his view, and he ruins reputations over it as well as breaking bones.”

He paused, eyes wandering as they watched Mr. Belmont reach the bottom of the stairs and approach a cluster of women near the refreshments. “The only way to survive,” the Stoneheart muttered, a touch of darkness at the edge of his tone, “is to play the system and get on top where fewer people can touch you.”

These Golden Regrets

An HSR longfic

Rated T ~5k words (Chapter 1) Aventurine/Dr. Ratio | Post-Penacony | Character Study | POV Alternating | Ambiguous Identities | What-if AU

Aventurine's sister might not have died on Sigonia after all, and he thinks he might have found her, but he's afraid of being wrong and having his hopes dashed. But at the very least there is another Avgin and he's not about to let her out of his sight now that he's found her.

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“What have we got, Ratio?” the man asked briskly, turning his attention back to the observation window as he folded his arms loosely over his expensive waistcoat.

With a sigh of affected annoyance, Ratio crossed his arms as well and stepped next to him. “Humanoid female, estimated mid-thirties, apprehended by the Astral Peacekeeping Contingent on duty three days ago. Or surrendered herself, the reports aren’t clear for some reason.”

Aventurine raised a brow in subtle surprise, glancing over at him. “And why wouldn’t the reports be clear, do you think?”

The doctor inhaled deeply before replying. “I suspect that someone in the facility, possibly from a desire to impress visiting superiors, has embellished events in order to make it look less like the subject stumbled into their care so as to appear more competent than they are.”

The comments may have been more scathing had there been anyone else in the room with them, but due to the delicate nature of the work ahead of them, they had specifically restricted the personnel to just the security in the corridor outside. More’s the pity, Ratio couldn’t help but be disappointed. He would have liked to see an embarrassed look or two over the remarks.

“You think the capture was intentional?” Aventurine asked after a brief pause.

“That is the running theory,” Ratio confirmed. “It coincides rather succinctly with the rumors of Strategic Investments being assigned to the project. I rather doubt the local authorities became suddenly more competent upon receiving the news, therefore the remaining possibility is that she elected to be here.”

The Stoneheart hummed, one gloved hand brushing thoughtfully at his lip. “Any chance she’s a decoy?”

Ratio shook his head. “The thought occurred to me, but there does not seem to be any logical reason for that to be the case. That aside, her physical appearance, her presence and confidence seem to match what little information we have, as well as, more importantly, her reputation.” He drew in a breath before continuing. “In my personal opinion, I do believe that is her.”

“Alicia Pativalo, the famous mercenary.”

“Famous for having indecipherable motivations, perhaps,” the scholar murmured. “And for having a larger beef with the IPC than even you do, I’d wager. Don’t forget, the reason she’s even here is likely because she wants your head.”

At last, Aventurine turned his full attention to the doctor, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Thisaemian Trade Union maneuver?” he suggested quietly, pointedly ignoring the doctor’s carefully presented logic.

Ratio’s eyes rolled.

“Oh, come on!” The blonde nudged his elbow, a hint of delight bleeding into his tone. “It’s a perfectly viable strategy. And if I may say so, doctor, I think you perfected the technique on our last job.”

(Read the rest here!)

[floertoer]

AUs where Lucy doesn't join Fairy Tail are so interesting to me. Lucy joining Fairy Tail sets off a domino effect that leads to most of the events of the series, so if she didn't, well... AU development stuff under the cut

AU, where Lucy never runs away. The toxic environment of the Heartfilia mansion has worn her down, and she doesn't have the will to fight against her father's wishes anymore. The moment she turns of age, he quickly marries her off to a rich tycoon, cementing the Heartfilia family among the elites of Fiore.

Lucy loves her husband. She has to. If she doesn't, she'll have to admit she doesn't like her life. Lucy has always felt something is missing in her life, but she's never known anything else. She's a passenger in her own life, discontent to being dragged around but not knowing how to do anything else. Lucy is a famous socialite. Her life is a never-ending slew of balls, galas, and cocktail parties. Sometimes, when her husband feels like showing off, he'll bring her to meetings and parade her around his business partners. She's a beauty, and she knows magic. The perfect combination for a show pony.

Every year, they're invited to the Irid Gala (Fiore's version of the Met Gala), an annual fashion gala held in the capital, Crocus. It's supposed to be a fundraiser for a world-famous fashion museum in the same city, but it's really an excuse for the rich and famous to flaunt their wealth.

Lucy is invited not only because she's the wife and daughter of the richest men in Fiore but because she's become a fashion icon. In a world where Lucy doesn't spend most of her time fighting for a pitiful amount of money, she's gained the time and wealth to expand her closet. She never wears the same thing twice, and everything is handmade and tailored to her exact vision. She doesn't really care about fashion, at least not as much as people think she does, but it's a small way to have some control over her life.

Last year, the Irid was attacked by a coalition of dark guilds in a terrorist attack, yet they're continuing to hold it again this year. Some people, mainly mages, have critiqued the king's decision to prioritize the event over the safety of the attendees and citizens of Crocus. That's why her husband insisted on hiring a band of mages to be their bodyguards for the event.

It's an S-Class quest. These are the richest people in Fiore we're talking about! The quest is simple enough. An escort quest isn't something Erza normally takes on; she prefers extermination quests. But this one catches her eye because of one little detail: whoever takes on the quest must attend the gala and ensure the complete safety of the employer.

Mages have been invited to the Irid Gala before. Blue Pegasus members, council members, and Wizard Saints, but Fairy Tail members have never ever been invited to the Irid. Not even Titania. It's on principle. No matter how famous Fairy Tail is, no matter the notoriety certain members get, Fairy Tail is undeniably low class. The curator for the event, Ann Mayfair, has gone on record, saying she prefers for the Irid to be a mage-free event.

Despite saying that, Erza knows Mirajane receives an invitation every year and always declines to go. The fact makes Erza unreasonably jealous. Just because Mira doesn't use her magic anymore doesn't make her high brow. Somehow, Mira made everyone forget how she got the moniker of "She-Devil"

Erza has always wanted to be invited to the Irid. It's the greatest, most exclusive fashion event of the year. All types of celebrities from actors, singers, and even the princess herself attend. So she accepts the quest. Finally, after years, she'll be able to attend the Irid. Nothing can damper her excitement, not even the fact she'll be attending as a bodyguard, not a guest. She'll have to make sure to pack a nice dress, or twenty...

The quest calls for a band of mages, at least three. Erza calls on the strongest mages she knows — behind the S-Class mages, who wouldn't go on a quest with her even if she asked — Natsu and Gray. She knows the two don't always get along, but she's sure she can keep them in line for two weeks. Nothing will go wrong, right?

...

if you have seen the original version of this post, no, you didn't

[phantomguild]

(@askobliviatwo) Zlato@Vivian Zlato was very awkward, trying to make a light conversation starter with a complete stranger. "So. Um. I-I noticed the Dreepy hybrid over there knows you pretty well, how did you two meet?"

" Ah yes, the question of our meeting. I should have assumed that would've come up sooner or later. " Vivian slowly turned towards the Mewtwo, a gentle smile on xeir lips while they idly twirled the braided bit of hair xe had. " Truthfully, I owe Mint a great deal. "

" A while back, I, embarrassing as it is to admit, fell into an ambush. Several powerful Hollow Pokémon, specifically made to counter whatever I might've done. They nearly had me cornered, but thankfully, a team was already sent out from the Phantom Guild and Mint just so happened to be in that group. "

Vivian turned xeir gaze towards the ceiling as they thought back on the further details of what had happened. " Truthfully, I don't know if it was from her sudden proximity to a massive amount of Fairy Aura awakening something, or if it was purely emotional, but she did something in that instant that would normally have been impossible for her, a Dragon and Normal type, to do... She used a Fairy-type move. I do not know what move it was- it was over by the time I had blinked- but I could sense it. "

" I recalled a favor Aster asked of me, part of which was to help a young dragon hone the power of her aspect so that it didn't destroy her body, and I realized that this was what they were referring to. I am unsure how, but that Shaymin has a positively terrifying accuracy. Either way, had Mint and her friends not arrived that day, I likely would not have walked away as myself... Another Legendary fallen to Hollow. "

" In fact, some have even caught brief glimpses of the result of this training, such as that Shaymin she helped a few months ago. "

[guildofpriapus]

The great and the good of the Guild Inner Circle in attendance at last week's invite only gala. Saturday's VIP event will hopefully cement Riverdale's plans for expansion. Many exciting opportunities expected in the coming months.

And our Very Special Guest was delighted to meet the ladies.

[aventurineswife]

This idea has been stuck in my head like a pinball so I'm just dumping it here-

Mr Reca x reader x Dr Ratio

I just think the dichotomy would be SO FUNNY. Like one is high strung and eccentric while the other is stoic and aloof. Like both of them pining for the same person would be amazing- idk I thought it would be cute.

The Director, The Scholar, and You

Summary: Caught between the fiery passion of Mr. Reca, a renowned but eccentric film director, and the stoic intellect of Dr. Ratio, a brilliant scholar from the Intelligentsia Guild, you find yourself at the center of an unexpected love triangle. As the two men vie for your attention, their contrasting personalities create tension, hilarity, and surprisingly heartfelt moments. When the cosmos aligns their paths, you realize there might be room for both their chaotic creativity and calm logic in your life.

Tags: Mr. Reca x Reader x Dr. Ratio, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers (Rivals to Allies), Humor, Found Family Dynamics, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst.

Warnings: Mild emotional conflict (arguments between Reca and Ratio), Slight mentions of career-related disappointments, Themes of memory manipulation and dream exploration.

The cosmos was vast and unpredictable, and yet somehow, you found yourself at the center of an extraordinary dilemma.

Your time at Penacony Paperfold University College, where you worked as a guest curator of rare cinematic artifacts, had introduced you to two very different men. On one side was Mr. Reca, the infamous Memokeeper and film director whose intense creative energy could both inspire and terrify. On the other side was Dr. Ratio, a brilliant member of the Intelligentsia Guild whose stoic demeanor and sharp intellect could cut through any argument like a blade.

Both of them, inexplicably, were vying for your attention.

It began with Mr. Reca's sudden arrival at the university to conduct a masterclass on cinematic storytelling. His assistant—a mechanical frog with a camera lens for an eye—leaped onto your desk one morning, startling you.

"You!" Mr. Reca had declared, pointing at you dramatically. "You have presence. A raw, untamed aura of authenticity. I need you to assist me in my latest project."

Before you could decline, Dr. Ratio entered the scene, clipboard in hand. His hair shimmered under the fluorescent lights as his piercing eyes scanned the room.

"Mr. Reca," he said flatly, "your methodology is unorthodox, to say the least. You cannot simply commandeer the university’s staff for your whims."

"And you," Reca shot back, "are precisely the kind of soulless bureaucrat that stifles creativity. Let them decide."

Caught between the fiery passion of the director and the icy logic of the scholar, you couldn’t help but feel a strange pull toward both of them.

As the days passed, their rivalry only grew more intense. Mr. Reca insisted you accompany him on his location scouts, dragging you to surreal dreamscapes and haunting memory fragments, all while his mechanical frog documented every moment.

“Feel that?” Reca asked, his voice low as he gestured to a shimmering dream bubble suspended in the air. “That’s the kind of truth I want to capture. Unfiltered, raw. Like you.”

Meanwhile, Ratio countered with intellectual challenges, inviting you to observe his lectures and philosophical debates. He had a way of making even the most abstract concepts seem approachable, and his occasional smirks hinted at a softer side beneath his austere exterior.

"You are far more capable than Reca gives you credit for," Ratio remarked one evening, as you walked back from a lecture on the nature of perception. "You have the potential to contribute to something meaningful—beyond his... theatrics."

It came to a head one night, during a university gala. Mr. Reca had unveiled a short film he’d been working on, a medley of fragmented memories and dreamlike visuals. As the audience applauded, he turned to you, his eyes filled with an uncharacteristic vulnerability.

“I made this for you,” he admitted. “To show you what I see in you.”

Ratio, standing nearby, let out a soft scoff. “Touching, but sentimentalism rarely withstands scrutiny. I believe our friend here deserves more than just flattery.”

He stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You are brilliant. And you deserve partners who recognize your mind as much as your spirit.”

The tension between the two was palpable, and you found yourself caught between their gazes. Both of them offered something unique: Reca’s passion and creativity, Ratio’s intellect and stability. And both of them, it seemed, had come to see you as their muse.

The night ended with the three of you standing under the stars, the gala behind you. Reca leaned against a railing, his normally fiery demeanor subdued.

“I’ll be honest,” he said. “I’m not used to losing. Especially not to a stiff like him.” He gestured vaguely toward Ratio, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“But,” Reca continued, “if I had to lose, I’d want it to be to someone you trust. Someone who makes you happy.”

Ratio crossed his arms, his tone softer than usual. “The decision is yours. Whatever you choose, I only ask that you stay true to yourself.”

Their words hung in the air, and for the first time, you realized you didn’t have to choose.

Weeks later, you found yourself at the center of an unlikely collaboration. Reca had begrudgingly accepted Ratio’s involvement in his latest project, and Ratio had agreed to lend his analytical expertise to Reca’s chaotic vision.

“It’s still nonsensical,” Ratio muttered, adjusting his notes as Reca’s mechanical frog leaped onto his shoulder.

“And you’re still a bore,” Reca replied, smirking. “But... maybe you’re not entirely useless.”

You laughed, watching as the two of them bickered. Somehow, amidst the chaos, you had found a way to bring balance to their dichotomy—and in doing so, discovered something extraordinary.

Perhaps you didn’t have to choose after all.